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Payback | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: My apologies for not posting part 2 of ‘One More Dance’, I’ve been so busy and I’m currently working on it so hopefully it will be up soon. Inspo is from an old tiktok trend. Enjoy .xo

(Y/F/N) - Your Friend’s Name

The thud of heavy rain drops hitting against my window set the mood to do absolutely nothing today. Though it doesn't work like that today since I have an assignment due in a few days time. It would also be ideal to cuddle someone right about now but that's out of the question because of a certain someone.

After completing half of my assignment, which I was quite satisfied with, I decided to call it a day for work and take advantage of the gloomy weather.

Taking a look at Instagram was a bad idea since I came across rumours of Kylian dating another girl. So much for breaking up a month ago and wanting to 'focus on football'. His excuse still bothers me since it was a poor one after dating for almost 3 years. I don't see a change of performance on the pitch if I’m being honest. I guess everything happens for a reason, maybe we're just not meant to be.

I mean if he moved on then so should I, right ? It then hit me that I should spice things up and give something for people to talk about. We’ll excuse my petty behaviour and blame it on the weather for making me somewhat evil. Before causing some drama, I called (Y/F/N), "Ello !" she answered. "Hey girly ! How are you doing on this beautiful day ?" I asked. "Ugh I’m so bored, you have no idea” she whined. “But never mind me, how are you doing more specifically ?” She asked curiously. “I’m doing okay, but-“ “I can already tell something is up your sleeve” she cut me off.

“Damn you really know me well” I pouted. “Of course ! Otherwise I wouldn’t be your bestie. Anywho, spill the tea…I’m all ears” she said enthusiastically. “So word of mouth right now on insta is that he is dating someone else, there’s literally pictures of them at dinner together” I rolled my eyes. “Shut up ! What the actual fuck dude. That’s so messed up. He’s such an ass” she yelled. “Yeah yeah I mean it hurts but the only way for my petty ass to get over it is-“ “If you do the same thing” she finished my sentence.

“Exactly ! So remember that TikTok we wanted to try out ages ago where one of us is dressed up as the guy and take out a bunch of pictures to look like a couple” I reminded her. “Oh my god ! Our time has finally come ! Okay I’m on my way, I’ll literally be there in like 5 mins” she said lastly before ending the call.

As soon as (Y/F/N) came over, we went straight to my dresser and got working on her makeup. We started by accentuating her veiny yet bony hands and then contoured her cheekbones, as well as her jawline to look more masculine. I failed to mention how smart she is, she came through with a bouquet of my favourite flowers so I had something else to post about.

Once we were done with her makeup, she slipped into one of my high heels so she was much taller than me. With her oversized hoodie and cap on you’d literally think that she’s a guy - a hot one at that too. I changed into a black slip dress and took off my shoes to spice up the picture, and exaggerate her height.

When (Y/F/N) came up behind me in the mirror, we both burst out laughing over how accurate she looked to a guy. “Shit. Even I would date me” she said before getting serious and wrapped her arms around my waist. After a few pictures of my head tilted and her face nuzzled into my neck, we finally had the picture. Her side profile looked so sharp, it’s actually insane.

After all of this, I suddenly felt hesitant to post for some odd reason that even (Y/F/N) noticed. I think it was pretty obvious how long I was staring at the pictures. “Girl don’t hold back now, just do it. He should see that you also moved on” she wiggled her brows. “You got a point there” I said to myself. I then uploaded 2 stories, one of the bouquet and one of us together - both simply captioned with a white heart. “If I saw this for the first time, I’d literally scream. Everyone is gonna lose their minds, especially him” she smirked. “Feels good to throw this back at him” I smirked back. “Welcome to the dark side bestie” she patted my back. “Anywho I need to run, got a few errands. Love you and call me later to update me on the drama. I’ll desperately be waiting for your call” she said as she gathered her things. “Of course ! Will do. Thanks bestie” I quickly hugged her before she hurriedly left.

I proceeded to spending the rest of my afternoon binging on early 2000's chick flicks, it wasn't until the evening when I decided to check my phone again that I noticed how many notifications I received. My notifications were the highest its ever been, well shit. We love to see it I guess.

I received countless tags on reposts as well as comments from fans, and surprisingly messages from family - understandable how many messages I received since it’s so evident that it’s not Kylian in the pictures. Scrolling through my notifications I decided to ignore all until my eyes landed on Kylian’s contact name, 'Kyky'. Surprise surprise.

"Heyy" the text read, I rolled my eyes, I don't have time for a conversation starter. I left him on read and proceeded with watching my movies. It wasn't even 5 minutes and my phone started to ring. It was Kyky calling. My heart started racing, I was hesitant to answer the call because what are we going to talk about and why call now ?

"Hello" he greeted. "Hey" I answered plainly. "Are you busy ?" He asked curiously. "Well kind of.. I'm actually just getting ready to leave" I said with a devious smile creeping onto my face. "Oh. Erm okay never mind" he said disappointed. "Why ?" I raised a brow. "I'm actually outside your apartment" he said embarrassed "No way" I said lowly to myself. "Have a look" he said as I then walked towards my front door and was met with his face. I ended the call and looked at him in shock, "You- here- like..what are you doing here ?" I asked.

"Can I come in please ?" He asked pleadingly. "What for ?" I asked back. "To talk about us" he said. "Theirs no us anymore. Theirs nothing for us to talk about" I said as I was about to close the door. "Wait. Just give me a chance" he said softly. "Theirs literally no point. You moved on..I moved on-" "You have another boyfriend already ?" He asked in shock. "I'm offended that you think I'm not capable of moving on so soon" I shook my head and crossed my arms over my chest.

"So you must've known this guy whilst we were dating ?" He asked as he started to grow angry. "Yeah so ?" I scoffed. "You were just waiting for us to break up so you can date this guy" he said as he started to raise his voice. "You literally did the same thing. You made it seem like it was such a simple break up for your own good, but for the last 2 weeks you're rumoured to be with another girl !"I said as I started to grow annoyed. "Yes, but she's just a friend" he said.

"Funny how we’ve been together for so long and I never met this friend before" I said. Just then my next door neighbour yelled at us for raising our voices. "Please do yourself a favour and leave" I said as I shut the door. I then heard rattling of the door and in came Kylian. "You weren't invited inside" I said. "Well I had a spare key" he said as he held up the key. "That was supposed to be returned to me when we broke up" I said as I snatched the key from his hand and went to sit on my couch. “Also, how could you act surprised that I moved on when you’re literally here after I posted a picture with another guy ?” I questioned. He then sat beside me, "Can you just stop talking about that idiot ? I came here to talk about us…How do I make you love me again?"

"Love ? Dream on" I half laughed. "I'm being serious" he said as he looked between my eyes. "Forget about me loving you. How do I know that you love me ?" I asked. "Well I missed you all this time so I came back" he smiled. "It's not that simple. If you truly loved me as you say, you wouldn't have wanted to break up after all these years" I said. "Look I'm sorry okay ? I really am. I wish I could go back in time and reverse what I did...I just needed some time to myself to think about my future personal life and I kept imagining you in it..." he said as he gently moved a strand away from my face.

"Don't play with me right now" I warned. "No jokes. I love you. I really do, and I want to continue to spend the rest of my life with you" he said as he held my hands. "Okay cute. Anyways I have to go meet my boyfriend. It was nice of you to stop by..I'll think about it" I huffed as I got up. He grabbed a hold of my wrist and pulled me towards him to sit on his lap. "Stop lying" he smirked. "What makes you think I'm lying ?" I raised a brow. "I know your facial expressions when you lie. I just know you all too well because you literally could've left the second you opened your door instead of coming back inside" He said with a smile.

"Well I've changed my mind, I rather be with him right now" I shrugged. "I want my old (Y/N) back" he pouted. "She left the building the day you left her" I said lastly and got up to walk to my room. "Ouch" he pouted as he followed behind me. "I still love you no matter what. Always have and always will" I gave him a brief look before pretending to rummage through my closet. "So is this how it's going to be ?" He asked as he leaned back in my bed and watched me. "I told you that I need to think about it" I said as I continued to skim through my closet. "I'm not going until we stop fighting" he said casually "This isn't fighting. People don't get back together based off 5 minutes of talking to them after a whole month" I said as he stood up to stand in front of me.

"I like it when you're angry" he said as he got closer. "Don't" I said softly as I looked down. He lifted my head to meet his eyes as he cupped my cheeks, his thumb tracing over my lips. "You're making this harder" I pouted. Just when his lips were a mere centimetre away, he mumbled "It shouldn’t be hard if you have a boyfriend…Should I stop ?"

I hesitated to answer. To give up the game and kiss him or keep annoying him. “I can’t” I faked a pout. “Why not ?” His mood dropped. “I can’t do this to Nico” I said as I looked down. “Fuck Nico !” He yelled. “How the hell do you even know this guy ?” He asked frustrated. “We met at a party” I answered casually. “Besides him, it’s wrong of you to cheat on your girlfriend” I said looking everywhere else but him. He walked closer which made me take a step back, my back hitting against the wall. He placed his hands on either side of me, cornering me. “I just told you that she’s a friend and nothing more” he tried to say calmly. “I’m not convinced” I shrugged.

“Forget about her, she’s irrelevant right now. I came to claim back what was once mine. If I have to fight this stupid so called boyfriend of yours, then I will” he said as he inched his face closer to mine. There was a moment of silence. Both of us holding eye contact and switching between looking at each others eyes and lips. He leaned in and I didn’t stop him. It was a sweet soft peck. His forehead against mine, he sighed and said "I'll give you your space.” I surprised myself by grabbing a hold of his hand and pulling him back into place. “What’s wrong ?” He asked. “You’ll fight for me ?” I teased. “I know that I’m not fighting anyone because you’re lying, but if I have to then I will” he said as his hands were on my waist.

“How can you tell I’m lying ?” I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck. “Besides reading your facial expressions, we wouldn’t be in this position right now” he said. “Or doing this” he said softly before placing his lips on mine. I pulled him closer against me and just then he broke away from the kiss. “I think I should go” he teased. "No no wait just a little more" I hushed him as I pulled him closer to connect our lips once again.

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All for you | Carl Gallagher

pairing: Carl Gallagher x female!reader

show: Shameless

warnings: angst, fluff, smut (the reader and Carl are 18 years old in this ff)

summary: Carl is challenged that he can get your money, if he makes you fall in love with him. He loves the challenge until he loves something else more...

authors note: sorry for so many pov switched, I didnt notice it, when I first wrote this ff. Also I haven't had the chance to watch all the seasons yet, but I still hope that Carl's character is somewhat accurate :))

Carl's pov

"Frank, goddamit youre no help! Why are you even lying around here - oh forget it, I don't want to hear it." Fiona's voice echoes in the room, while the entire Gallagher household is present.

The everyday discussion has been going on for too many minutes in which I could have done something better. The damn question “How do we get enough money?”

Lip at college, Ian with his gangster boyfriend, my shitty sister with her kid and then Liam. This family is screwed. No wonder with a father like Frank.

As the argument continues to escalate, I have the misfortune of sitting right next to him.

"You care to share some money, son?" Of course, my attempts to ignore him are unsuccessful.

"The drug trade doesn't always work out so well, but the weapon thing was something. You could give one to your good old dad, you know what the neighborhood is like." I run my hands through my hair in frustration, shaking my head.

"Just get one or two girls pregnant at school, then all of our problems are solved. But she has to be rich. After all, you want to get your hard work paid." Why the hell am I still here?

"You used to be more enthusiastic about my ideas. If you don't want to do play daddy, then use your charm. When I was your age, my cock was enough and the girls were happy."

"Be fucking quiet, no one wants to hear about your pathetic youth." It's no use, he keeps talking.

"I'm only saying, If you make a rich girl fall in love with you, then you can get money to do something nice for your family."

As I get up and walk away from him I take a breath, the tension caused by this idiot sucks.

Still, his words got me thinking. Maybe there's a new girl who would be perfect for this job...

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Your pov

When I moved here, I wasn't sure what to expect. New school, maybe mean classmates and bad cafeteria food. That I might be able to join a group and make friends, people who laugh with me in class or go to the cinema together on weekends.

I was prepared to get lost in the hallways a few times, perhaps to be peppered with embarrassing questions by the teachers. I had even prepared myself for being called a nerd again and therefore spending my lunch breaks alone.

Then things turned out differently. I met two girls who, although they scared me at first with their need to gossip all the time, are good people at heart.

They studied with me (meaning they told me the newest gossip and braided my hair while I did our homework), showed me the city and its pitfalls. I felt comfortable, prepared and confident for what awaited me here.

Oh lord, was I wrong.

On a Thursday in the middle of the week I met a boy who messed everything up. Literally.

I met him when he was running through the halls twenty minutes late, but stupidly didn't pay attention to me, who was about to cross his path. Let's put it this way, it ended with my books on the floor, my jacket hanging off my shoulder, and his hair being a huge mess.

When he looked at me, I expected to hear something like "sorry" or "I'll help you."

You want to know what he said?

"Cute top. Let me know if you need help taking it off."

Then he got up casually and walked into the classroom across the hallway, a grin on his face as if he had won the Bachelor title.

After this encounter two things became very clear to me. 1. Look both ways when crossing the halls and 2. Stop daydreaming about this boy, even if he has beautiful blue eyes.

The first thing worked better than the second.

After a few descriptions, which actually only consisted of "incredibly impudent and incredibly good-looking", it was explained to me who I was dealing with.

Carl Gallagher. A boy who has lived here since he was born, someone who is rumoured to be more dangerous than the Italian Mafia.

Even though I thought that was exaggerated, I quickly realized that I should stay away from him and that he meant trouble.

Aside from the fact that I wasn't going to be in the situation of talking to him again anyway, my eyes couldn't stop themselves from looking at him.

There was something that defined him, something that made me want to watch a grin creep across his face when he made an inappropriate joke, how he would push his blonde hair back and his eyes would shine mischievously, as if he had already planned the next bank robbery.

I wasn't the only one who found his charisma attractive tho, of course not when he looked like one of God's angels, but he never really seemed interested in other girls. At least not with any serious intent, you might hear him flirting or making comments about his free bed, but you would never saw him in a relationship.

He never held hands or kissed anyone, had a real smile on his face or said sweet things, he was just Carl.

Suggestive, hot-tempered and like a flag that proclaimed: Stay away from me, because you will lose this fight.

I also felt that if I continued to watch him, I would lose the battle for platonic feelings towards him too.

"Please don't tell me you're looking at our school bad boy again. You better be careful, he might want to sell you a gun." Kenzie's voice makes me sigh.

"These are just rumors. Besides, it's not my fault, he's just -" Her hand on my shoulder interrupts me.

"We know, you have heart eyes every time you talk about him. There are so many great guys in this world, I'm not saying at this school, but you choose this one?" Her look says more than a thousand words as she looks over at Carl, who is pushing his way trough the crowd.

"I'm not in love, just curious. Those are two different things, okay?" Her eyebrows raise.

"You mean, curious how his lips would feel on yours?" Her laughter at my expression is lost in the sounds of the cafeteria.

"Very funny." I murmur to her, food forgotten on my plate. When the school bell rings, I stand up and pick up my backpack.

"My class is canceled now, but I'm going to the library. Will you meet me later?" As I walk backwards I see her thumbs up and the hearts she makes in Carl's direction. My reaction is two quick middle fingers.

As I walk out of the school building, I check my phone and tie my hair into a braid. The library is a few blocks away and the cool air makes me shiver.

When I get there and wave to the boy at the entrance, I turn to my favorite department. Call it cliche, but I love romance books. I mean, I don't know what it feels like to love someone with all my heart, but that doesn't mean I don't love reading about it.

The books I actually need are a few rows away. History, literature, everything I am assigned to get for school.

As I stroke over a few tapes and finally pull out a book to read the first few pages, I hear a noise next to me that makes me look up. After all, the library is usually a pretty quiet place.

As I look into the familiar blue eyes, I feel my cheeks turn red.

I have to stop myself from staring.

"Always a book in your hand, I see." Oh his voice hasn't changed. I try to shrug casually as I answer, but I'm not sure if it actually works.

"Aren't you going to be late for class again?" At my sarcasm he smiles, he takes a step in my direction which weakens my control over my voice.

"I thought I would learn something somewhere else too." These coded words make me swallow.

"So, you're here often?" I almost think he's not answering me, but maybe I'm just not concentrating, because I'm paying too much attention to every mole on his face.

"Actually, I didn't even know this shitty town had a library." His words make me laugh, but several requests to be quiet around us, make me whisper in response.

"Then why are you here?" I think my breathing stops as his hand brushes my fingers that are still holding the book.

"You're here." I feel my heart beating nervously faster, I probably look pretty confused and when I notice his grin, something flutters in my chest.

"No interest in books, huh?" Can my answer actually be any lamer?

"Dont worry, I have a newfound interest in you."

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Your pov

If someone had told me a few weeks ago that I would become friends with Carl Gallagher, I would have found the idea absolutely crazy. To be honest, I still find the situation insane, but damn my cheeks still turn just as red when he's with me as they did the first time.

It turns out that he really has no interest in books, even though he visited me at the library almost every day since we met in the romance department.

I've never met anyone like him, funny and couragous without any reserve, always looking for trouble, acting self-confident. But also sweet.

He's like a current that pulls you along, like a wind that blows so hard that you fly with it. He feels like freedom and it is wonderful.

He makes me laugh, he carries my books, plays with my hair, walks home with me. In such a short time I feel like he didn't knock on the doors to my heart, instead he made a home there.

Maybe this is what it feels like to fall in love.

It's not a gentle announcement, more of a realization that makes you incredibly desperate and happy at the same time.

But with him I actually just feel happy.

"Ready, sunshine?" As soon as I come out of the classroom, he comes towards me and takes my bag from me. My heart jumps at his gesture, which feels like winning the Olympics.

"You're crazy, where do you even want to go?" He has something planned but won't tell me. When he puts his arm around my shoulder and I lean against him, I get a few sideways glances from our classmates.

Carl ignores everyone like always, it's crazy but the way he's so confident is pretty attractive to me.

"Does the guy in your cheesy books also tell you where they go on dates? I bet not, so just wait."

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"It feels like you're kidnapping me."

I feel his smile on my back and have to giggle quietly at his response.

"Mh, I plan to do that. But only for a few hours, otherwise my head will roll tomorrow. Your father takes your curfew pretty seriously."

I feel his hands on my hips, guiding me forward, hear the birds chirping around us, but can't figure out where we're going.

"Just a few more steps, baby. Then you'll see." As he promised, it is only a few meters away and when I see a small, calm lake, my mouth falls open in surprise.

"Carl, oh my God! It's wonderful here, thank you so much." I turn around in his grip and look at him, his smile reflects the love that I feel.

"Yeah? How much do you like it?" As his eyes focus on my lips, I feel a tingling feeling in my stomach. Slowly, my fingers stroke his chest and I see him swallow, even though he tries to hide it.

"I think it's incredibly beautiful here, I love it. And...I really like you." I shyly lower my gaze, my words are met with an unknown silence that makes me anxious after a few seconds. But when I look up at him again, he pushes a strand of my hair out of my face.

"To me, you are much more beautiful than this sight. I like you too and I thought that was pretty obvious." I smile broadly, butterflies fly around in my stomach and as the sun illuminates his face, I feel incredibly happy.

"You're so nice to me, I don't know how I deserve this." An expression crosses his face, but when I blink he smiles at me again.

"After all, you are the first person who explained the topics for the history exam to me, without giving up." My hand cups his cheek.

"I wouldn't give you up, you've become too important to me." As I stand on my tiptoes, our lips brush, his hand is on my back and pushes me closer to him.

"You are an angel." With his words we kiss and everything else around us blurs, only he remains. Everything is unimportant except him, standing in front of me, so handsome, that it is difficult not to look at him.

"Come on, let's go for a swim." As he pulls me towards the lake, you can hear our loud laughter in the air.

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Carl's pov

"When are you going to collect the money? You've been with her for the last three months and nothing has come of it." Frank's annoying voice frustrates me more than anything else.

"I am working on it. Besides, she's actually really caring." When I see the dismissive hand gesture in my direction, I roll my eyes.

"You are completely wrong, son. A person is there for a certain period of time, but money? Money accompanies you throughout your life, especially if you buy beautiful bottles of the best alcohol."

I sink into the sofa, but want to turn away when I feel his hand on my shoulder.

"If you put it off any longer, it will be harder to get out of the situation. Girls your age will start planning to get married, if you stay with them for months."

But when he leaves, I feel conflicted. Can I really do this to her?

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Carl's pov

"Happy birthday!" Her voice makes me jump and, confused, I turn around on the bench to look into her excited eyes.

"Why are you jumping around like that? Are you practicing for cheerleading?" I'm making fun of her, but the smile on her face doesn't fade.

"No, idiot. I'm just really curious to see how you react to your gift." My breath catches for a moment as I take in her words.

"You got me something?" When she leans forward and gives me a kiss on the cheek while pressing the bag into my lap, I start to smile too.

"Open!" Her encouragement breaks me out of my trance and I quickly tear up the paper, looking at the tickets with wide eyes.

"But...these tickets cost a fortune? Did you sell your liver or something?" When I look at her, she smiles back at me.

"I talked to my dad and he agreed that you deserve something special for your birthday. Are you happy?" As I look at the cards, I suddenly feel a pang in my heart. It must be showing on my face, because her happiness is also fading away.

"Do you not like it? I thought it was your favorite team? I can get you something else." When I look at her, I quickly pull her between my legs and kiss her.

"Shh, breathe angel. It's perfect, thank you. And well, your father. It's just a lot of money." Her hands play with the fabric of my shirt.

"You always say that. Do you have problems at home, with money, I mean? I've never been to your place, I don't even know where you live." What should I say to her now?

"It's okay." Her raised eyebrows look at me reproachfully, making me sigh.

"Each of us has to contribute a certain amount of money every month and if I don't sell fucking drugs, it will be tight." Her astonished look makes me pause and I gently stroke her arms.

Before I can say anything else, she kisses me. I look at her in surprise.

"What's that for?" She smiles shyly, looks at the floor for a moment before looking at me again.

"You're just so honest, I admire that. And that you've never asked me for anything, you know. That I lend you some money."

Fuck. Shit. What do I say?

"Yeah, I mean, I don't want to burden you with that-" but she interrupts me again, her concentrated expression makes me curious.

"What's going on in your pretty head?" My hands wander over her sides.

"It's the end of the month, how much are you missing?" I frown in confusion, but when she doesn't let it go, I tell her the amount.

"$240, the rest I earned by helping in the neighborhood." But despite the high sum, she just nods, looks at me again and gives me another kiss.

"Okay, maybe I'll be your sugar mommy." I have to laugh at the absurdity, but the longer she grins at me, the more I think she means it.

"What, are you serious? Thats fucking crazy, how am I supposed to pay you back?" Her eyes look around, but since the classroom is relatively empty during recess, she finds herself between my legs again. She slowly lets her hand wander down my stomach until she squeezes my cock through my clothes and I close my eyes in delight.

"Hmm, maybe you could help me relax between classes." Her eyes sparkle mischievously and I look at her with a grin.

"Anything you want, sugar."

Let's put it this way, the next few weeks the breaks were filled with kissing in the back corner of the classroom, dry humping on the toilet or Carl doing his best to pleasure me with his tongue in the caretaker's room, like now.

"Ahh-, Carl. I'll cum if you keep that up." His head has disappeared under my skirt, his fingers are stroking the bare skin of my thigh and the sinful movements of his tongue are making me see stars.

As he adds a finger and runs it over my folds, slowly until he inserts it, he looks at me again.

"You coming for me? Yeah, be a good girl or do you want to get caught by the old janitor grandpa spreading your legs for me?" As my eyes roll back, he pumps another finger into me, scissoring it thoroughly and hitting that sweet spot inside me.

When I moan loudly, he grins.

"You like that? Just wait until I bury my cock in you and you cant walk straight afterwards, so that everyone will notice." When his finger presses my clitoris, I see white and as I come I try to muffle the sounds with my hand over my mouth.

When I get off my high, I blindly search for my panties. But Carl beats me first.

"Hmm, no. I think I'll keep it as a little souvenir. Maybe you can get it back when you come to my house later." I don't know what surprises me more: that he wants me to run around exposed at school or that I'm invited to his house for the first time.

"Really? I'd like to come." But he interprets my words differently, his fingers stroke my entrance again and I moan and squeeze my eyes shut.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Very well and for a very long time." When the bell rings, he lets go of me and I whimper slightly.

"Carl-" but he interrupts me by pulling back and straightening my skirt.

"I'm sure our agreement was between recess, now it's class time. Come on, I'll make it up to you later."

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Your pov

As we ride the bus toward his home, I take his hand and intertwine our fingers.

"But don't expect a mansion or any of that shit." Ever since we left school, he has been bad-mouthing his hometown every free minute he has.

"Don't worry, I'll only have eyes for you anyway." The statement makes him laugh and he relaxes a little. As we get out and walk a little way along the street, we are watched by a few people.

"Why are so many people staring at us?" When he look at me, I'm obviously confused.

"Not everyone here wears designer clothes that cost several thousand dollars. If you come here more often, they'll call you a princess." Giggling, I slap him on the arm and as we climb the stairs to his house, I look around curiously.

"So this is where you grew up." His shoulders shrug casually, but I see him trying to gauge my reaction.

"Yeah, where in the world could it be nicer?" I laugh at his sarcastic comment and we both smile at each other as we enter the house.

I hear him calling into the house, then a girl with red hair appears, carrying a baby.

"You must be Debbie, the little one is so adorable." When I hold out my hand, she just looks at Carl with her eyebrows still raised.

"What did you do to end up with her? Also my daughter's name is Franny and yes, I know condoms exist." Surprised, I don't know exactly how to answer, so I leave it to Carl.

"My tongue is magic, Debs. Too bad you won't find out yourself anytime soon, Derek has moved away. By the way, Franny seems hungry." I'm unsure of the dynamic between the two of them, as she turns away and walks away, I resist the urge to say goodbye.

"That was...nice." His hand pulling me towards the stairs distracts me.

"She's a real ray of sunshine, come on. The others aren't back yet, so you can be as loud as you want this time."

When we get upstairs, he leads me into his room and I look at the magazines, posters and little things scattered everywhere.

"Cleaning and you are definitely not friends, huh?" I laugh at my joke, but Carl has other plans than letting me inspect his room.

He puts his hands on my hips and pushes me against the closed door, my breath catches as his eyes find mine.

"Do you want to keep playing housemaid? Then put on a damn maid costume, otherwise keep your eyes on me." At his stern voice, I press my thighs together and, grinning, I drag my fingers across his chest once again.

"Would you like that? Me on the floor, my ass in the air, and no underwear? Oh wait, what a coincidence that I'm not wearing any now either." His eyebrows raise, I see his eyes darken with lust.

"Let's save this little fantasy for another time, right now I just want to see you on my cock." Smiling, I lean towards him and start kissing him. I loosen the belt I bought him and pull him closer to me by his waistband.

"I think I did well today. After all, I didn't complain about getting through the school day without underwear. Do I get my reward now?" Grinning, he takes off my top and looks at my lace bra.

"Everything you want." He drops to his knees in front of me and kisses his way along my thighs, lifts my skirt and presses a kiss to my folds. Slowly he moves his tongue higher and kisses my stomach, I lean my head against the door.

"Does that feel good?" I just nod, burying my hand in his hair as he puts his mouth on me again.

"Ahh- Carl, I want you now." His fingers stretch me, the wetness running down my legs, making me tremble.

"You got me, sweetheart. What do you want me to do?" His head lifts to look at me and I place my fingers around his chin, seeing the moisture on his lips.

"I've been prepared enough, I want your dick now. Let's see if it's as magical as your tongue." Grinning, he stands up and lifts me up, lays me on my back on his bed and lies down between my legs.

He places a few kisses on my legs, then stretches up on his elbows so he's hovering over me. Then he kisses my cheek and my lips, lets his tongue slide over them and lets me taste myself.

I run my fingers through his blonde hair and pull his body closer to me. When he pulls a condom out of his pocket, I hold my breath.

"You still want to do this?" His look calms all the worries I had. I nod, stroking my fingers over his heated cheek.

"I trust you." His next kiss is passionate, his hands gliding over my body, caressing every bit of exposed skin. I lift my back off the mattress and let him take off my bra. His head lowers to run his tongue over my navel. As he sucks on them, I moan softly.

One of his hands starts kneading my breasts and when I try to take off my skirt, he stops me.

"Leave it on, okay?" I kiss him in response.

His hand strokes my sides and my own hands rest on his shoulders as he presses the tip of his cock against my entrance.

"Ready, baby?" When I agree, he presses himself into me and for a moment I have to squint my eyes because it hurts.

Then I feel several gentle kisses on my cheek, my forehead and my lips. His attempts to distract me work and as I become more and more relaxed, he slides further into me.

Slowly he presses his hips against me, the stretch so great that I can feel him all the way into my stomach. He waits for a moment, whispering sweet things in my ears until they get dirty and I beg him to move.

My hands wrap around his shoulders as he thrusts into me for the first time, the air around us thickening as he grunts and a moan escapes me.

"You're doing so well, God, you feel so good." His hips move faster and faster, the pleasure spreads through my body and the wetter I feel, the easier he slides in and out of me.

"You are perfect, my perfect girl. Do you feel good?" His hands stroke my skin, gently pinching my nipples, playing with them and making me squirm beneath him.

As he grips my hips and pushes himself harder into me, my head starts to spin. My noises get louder.

"Carl- god, please go harder" And so he does, the room is filled with the sounds of our bodies and sweat forms on us.

"Baby, do you want to ride me? You have such pretty thighs." I nod and when he pulls out of me I can't think clearly, I just want him to fill me up again.

He leans back and as I stabilize myself on his shoulders, I sink back onto him. The feeling is even better that my eyes roll back. His hands grasp my hips, helping me move.

"That's right, baby. You're doing so good, riding my cock like the good girl you are." At his words, I tighten my grip on him and he curses as I move harder on top of him.

The faster I go, the more exhausting it becomes, but as I feel a knot forming in my stomach, I ride him so fast just to chase my pleasure.

Then suddenly as he hits my spot inside me over and over again, I go boneless on him and melt in his arms. My come drips all over him and as he continues to fuck me, reaching his own climax, I tremble in his grip.

"Just a few more thrusts, baby. Ah, keep holding on to me." Even though I have lost my strength, I move on him a few more times until he comes and I lay my head on his shoulder.

We're both breathing heavily, but everything feels so good, so warm and comfortable, that I don't want to move a single muscle anymore.

He carefully pulls out of me, I moan slightly at the loss. He gently lays me back on his pillow and gives me a kiss before throwing the condom away.

He pulls the blanket over us and puts his arm around me to pull me closer. I snuggle up to him and feel so safe that I quickly press my lips to his skin.

"That was wonderful." He also presses a kiss on my hair.

"That was incredible, you are the best. I can't wait to do it again." Our embrace becomes tighter. For a moment the room is silent.

When I whisper his name, he hums in response.

"I know it's cliche to say something like that after the first time. But I just feel it so much that it hurts to keep it to myself. I love you." As I lie on his chest I hear his heart stop for a moment and then it starts beating much faster.

"I- no one has ever said that to me before." When I raise my head and look at him, he doesn't look at me. Instead, his eyes are fouced on the ceiling.

"I just want you to know. I don't want to put any pressure on you to say it. I just thought you should hear it. You know, now that things are serious between us." Again he is silent and I start to worry, but then he looks at me.

"You are truly the most incredible person I have ever met. I consider myself very lucky." He smiles at me, then leans down and we kiss for a moment. It feels like heaven.

We lay there for a few minutes, just cuddling and telling each other how our day was. We laugh and as the sun slowly sets, I start to get dressed.

"I wish I could stay here with you. But you know what my parents are like." He leans back on his elbow, watching me get dressed and contact my parents to pick me up.

"Hmm, I think we would do it again. If you stayed here tonight, I mean." I smile at him, sit down on his bed for a moment and ruffle his hair.

"I wouldn't mind, darling." The nickname makes him blush and when he leans forward to kiss me, I playfully push him away.

"I have to go, are you coming down with me?" He nods, feigning annoyance, and as we walk out of his room, he puts his arm around my waist and pulls me towards him.

He steals his kiss there, but more than that he steals my heart.

We smile at each other and for this moment everything is just perfect. We go downstairs and just as we are back in the living room we hear a door open loudly.

A visibly drunk man stumbles in. I see Carl tense up next to me, staring at the stranger angrily. I quietly lean towards him to whisper my question.

"Who is that?" When he rolls his eyes, I get a bad feeling.

"That's my father, great isn't it?" The man in front of me is dirty, has unkempt hair and an unpleasant smile on his face.

"Should I ask my parents if you can stay overnight?" My gaze is more focused on the man than on Carl.

But he just shakes his head, and just as he is about to answer, the man sees us too.

"Oh, my son! It's so good to see you, not really, but I'll take your bed. Fiona has mine. Is that your little girlfriend? She looks expensive, very good catch. How much money did you rip her off? I hope it's worth it to go through all this drama." I frown in confusion, but when Carl freezes next to me, I become uncertain.

"What does he mean by that?" This time my gaze is directed solely at Carl.

"Nothing, he's drunk-" but before he can finish, the man does.

"How rude of me, I am Frank. The proud father of this child, at least one of my descendants has made something of himself and used his talent. He has my good genes, the good looks and I teach him the tricks. Like exploiting an innocent, very very rich girl for money. It doesn't bother you, I hope? You seem to have enough, but I hope my son returns the favor to you."

The words catch me so off guard that I can't move. I don't believe anything this man says until I see the guilty look on Carl's face.

"W-what? That's a lie, right? Tell me he's lying, Carl." As he runs his hands through his hair and tries to answer me, Frank speaks again.

"Oh, you haven't confessed to her yet? My fault, I should have waited. I didn't think you would humiliate this girl for so long. I told you this wouldn't end well." But Carl ignores him completely when he notices me moving away from him.

"Wait, I'm sorry. It wasn't like that-" But I interrupt him, already feeling tears gathering in my eyes.

"So what happened? You act like you don't want any money from me and-" Carl's look becomes frustrated.

"You offered me your money! You said if I matched it, everything would be fine for you." I'm almost speechless, is this all a nightmare?

"Are you serious? I offered it to you because you weren't asking for it. And now I find out it was your plan from the beginning? You just talked to me, just spent time with me to get my money? Who does that?" Frank's voice intervenes.

"I invented the strategy, my dear. It's turning out to be quite useful." But I don't pay attention to him, I just look at Carl.

"Please, I'm sorry. Yes, it was meant that way in the beginning, but it's different now. I-" My tears flow when he admits it and any feeling of happiness disappears. All that remains is betrayal and sadness.

"You what? What am I saying, you were probably happy that I only wanted you in return. I'm such an idiot. You didn't just take my money, you took my first time too!" As he comes towards me, I step back.

"Listen to me, I didnt force you to do all this for me. You wanted it." The more he talks the more desperate I feel and the greater my anger becomes.

"You idiot! I thought you liked me! I thought you finally noticed me too." My sobs get louder and my vision blurs. When he tries to grab my face, I slap him.

"My cue to go. I can see that you're sorting it out between yourselves just fine." Frank's footsteps fading away are nothing compared to the sound of my heart breaking.

"I like you, I really like you. At first it wasn't my intention to start a relationship with you, but then I got to know you and-" Every word that escapes him is only worse.

"Stop talking! You know what the worst thing is that I liked you for so long before you even talked to me. And I thought it was a miracle when you first spoke to me in the libary. I should have listened to the others, you only care about yourself!" I wipe the tears from my cheeks, wishing I could be anywhere but here.

Then before he can say anything, I turn around and run out of the house. But I hear him following me.

"Wait! Don't just walk away, I have to get this straight. Hey!" He catches me, turns me around and holds my tear-stained face in his hands.

"I'm an idiot, I know that. I'm sorry for hurting you. I- God, I love you. You hear me? I love you too. Please stay." But I just shake my head and try to free myself from his grip.

"How do I know if that isn't a lie too? You've betrayed me, I can't talk to you now." When my car pulls up, I get in without turning around. I don't look back, even though his loud curse can be heard throughout the whole neighborhood.

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Your pov

I spend the next few days without saying much, but I cried almost the whole time.

I miss him incredibly, not a day has gone by in the last few months when I haven't seen him and now I've been alone for three days.

I wish he was here, but on the other hand I am so hurt and feel terrible. He is the reason for this.

I wish I had never found out. I wish he had never done it, never lied to me. Didn't use me for money, but worst of all, I don't know if he even likes me.

Today is the first day that I go back to school. Even though I put on make-up, choose a nice outfit and listen to my favorite songs to distract myself, I can only think of him.

His blonde hair, his beautiful eyes, the way his lips felt. How he felt inside me. Then I remember that he loves me and how he finally said it, something I have wanted to hear for so long.

But then I think about what he did and everything feels empty again.

As I enter the school, my friends come to meet me. They already know what happened, they all hug me and I feel a little better.

Until I see him.

And he sees me too. It takes all my effort to avert my gaze. To get my books out of my cupboard, but then I have to stop because he is not standing next to me offering to carry them.

I take it myself, close my door, but before I can go any further, he is standing in front of me. My heart stops. Oh, how his eyes shine.

"Do you need help?" His eyes focus on the books and I have to swallow several times before I can answer.

"No, I have to go to class now." But as I try to walk past him, he stops me.

"You don't answer my texts, you don't call me back. I'm not allowed into your house and you avoid me at school. What can I do? Please tell me what I need to do, so you forgive me." I laugh, but it is without humor.

"What can you do? Move."

I can see his shock, but he still doesn't step aside.

"Can't you hear me? I said-" but he walks toward me until I'm forced to lean my back against the lockers.

His eyes find mine.

"I can't sleep. And when I do, I dream of you. There's a - a hole in my heart that only you can fill. It hurts and I hate not being with you. It's even worse to be here, when you don't look at me the way you usually do. You don't smile at me, God, you don't look like you're in love with me anymore. It's hell."

Tears gather in my eyes, his words are so desperate, it hurts to see him like this.

"Maybe you should have thought about that before you took advantage of me. Before you slept with me." A tear runs down my cheek and I know my mascara is smudging.

"I know, I know. And I feel so bad, I'll do anything to make it right. Just tell me."

When I look into his eyes, my heart also hurts.

"Move, Carl. I can't see you now." This time he lets go of me and I go to class with tears in my eyes.

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Your pov

It's been four weeks since we last spoke, but it doesn't hurt any less to see him. Even if I don't let him talk to me, he doesn't give up.

He puts flowers in my locker, chocolate, and notes full of apologies and sweet promises.

Everything warms my heart, but it still feels like this money thing is unresolved between us. I know now that he likes me, very much in fact, as he makes it clear, but that doesn't change the real problem.

That he used me for my money.

As I leave school that day, I feel exhausted and, as I often do, I wish I had his arms around me.

Holding me tight, his lips kissing me, loving me.

As I wait for my father's car, I suddenly hear his familiar throat clearing. With my heart pounding, I turn around and see him smiling uncertainly at me.

"I know what I had to do and now I've done it. Here." He gives me an envelope and I take it uncertainly.

"Carl, your letters are flattering, but-" He quickly interrupts me.

"No, it's something else. Open it." The deja vu hits me unexpectedly and I slowly open the envelope, the content leaves me speechless.

"What is that supposed to be?" It's rhetorical, but I ask anyway.

"All the money I owe you. What you've kindly given me, I pay it back. Every cent. You can count." He looks so proud, I almost have to laugh.

"How- did you rob a bank?" He grins contentedly at my reaction.

"An old grandma." This time I laugh and he comes closer to me, slowly taking my hands.

"No, seriously. How did you do that?" He looks at me lovingly.

"Working in the kitchen every day after school, I found a part-time job with Fiona. The payment is bad, but it was worth it. I understand that money was the problem and well, that I wasn't honest to you." As I lower the envelope, we look at each other.

"Promise, no more secrets?"

He smiles and suddenly the world is a brighter place.

"Promise, but we continue one of our agreements." I raise my eyebrows questioningly, seeing him grin as he leans toward me, his breath brushing against my lips and he whispers:

"I'll still spend my breaks with you in the janitor's room."

The laughter that escapes me gets interrupted, when his lips meet mine.

#carl gallagher #shameless #x reader #love #smut #betrayal #love confessions #angst with a happy ending #angst

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Dating TxT and them getting jealous of your friendship with a fellow idol

Yeonjun

Your companies had technically merged or more accurately Hybe had absorbed yours. You were excited about this because now you and Yeonjun would get more interactions and see each other more. However what Yeonjun wasn't prepared for was how close you were to other people in your company.

As a welcome, Hybe had arranged for all the groups to do some team-building exercises and basically just some fun activities for you to get to know one another. You and Yeonjun of course arrived together to find the room already full and Yeonjun spotted the guys from Seventeen right away. You were friends with Seventeen because you were from the same company and your groups had collabed a few times. So Yeonjun wasn't surprised when you nodded to the guys when you entered or that you sat near them. However he was a bit puzzled when you got in a group with Vernon, Joshua and Dino. You weren't alone, you had another member from your group with you but you'd definitely made a bee-line for those boys and they, you. He watched you laughing and chatting to them he realised he had no idea you were so close. He heard you chatting to Vernon and Joshua in English and felt a little insecure. While he was pretty much fluent he wasn't as comfortable speaking your home tongue as the two good-looking boys and he began to wonder if you liked them. Sure Joshua was a few years older but Vernon was the exact same age as you and good-looking. He watched as you both said the lyric of the same rap at the same time and rolled into fits of giggles and sighed. After the session Yeonjun waited for you as you'd agreed but you were having so much fun it was taking a while. You were still messing around with the guys from Seventeen, not realising Yeonjun was ready to go. Finally you saw him and your eyes widened. You realised he was waiting and mouthed sorry before telling the guys you were heading out. They nodded and said they'd walk you out which was a bit awkward as you stopped by Yeonjun. Then they realised you and Yeonjun were leaving together they all nodded to him. "So I'll see you guys tomorrow" you called and they all nodded. "Keep practising that toe touch y/n" Joshua joked and you smirked pushing him away. You had a big smile on your face and waved to them before turning to Yeonjun "you ready to go?". He nodded not trusting himself to speak just yet. You made it all the way to the car without talking and shut the door to an awkward silence. "Is something wrong?" you asked and Yeonjun shook his head "no not at all I...just didn't realise you were so close to the Seventeen members that's all". You paused unsure if Yeonjun was just pretending not to be mad at you. "Well yeah I've known them since I was a trainee" you said and Yeonjun nodded turning to you. He was smiling but you could see in his eyes he wasn't happy. "Yeonjun talk to me" you said gently touching his hand "if you're angry just tell me". Yeonjun shook his head "I'm not angry because I have no right to be. You did nothing wrong and you're allowed to have male friends...i'd never put sexist restrictions on you like that" he said and you nodded "but it upset you?". He sighed "I was a little jealous...seeing you close to other guys who speak English and are around your age...especially ones that are hotter than me". You quickly pulled Yeonjun in for a hug "Yeonjun! You have no reason to be jealous! Yes Joshua and Vernon know English too but that's nothing! I'd never leave you for them even if they knew all the languages in the world! As for them being hotter than you...well I think we need to have a frank talk about that too". Yeonjun paused "really? You prefer me to them?". "Of course I do!" you cried and Yeonjun sighed "I'm sorry, I'm being such an insecure mess when there was nothing to worry about". You shook your head "never apologise for having feelings! We all have our days where we feel like crap or don't love ourselves as much...that's totally fine! All you need to do is tell me when you're having one and I'll do my best to make you see how great you are. Okay?". Yeonjun smiled wondering how he could ever doubt you for a second. "Okay y/n".

Soobin

TxT just had a new comeback and they were doing different dance collaborations with idols from other groups. Each member got a random idol and Soobin got Ateez's San. Immediately his stomach sank because of you. He remembered on Ateez's last stage how you'd praised San multiple times and even watched the performance back. You were a dancer and Soobin supposed that was why you admired San's performance so much but it didn't stop that nagging voice that told him it was more. So he was more than a little worried about being put beside the man he was sure you had a crush on. He of course knew San from his MC jobs but this was the first time they'd be alone together. San arrived and although things were awkward at first that soon melted away and were okay...but then you showed up. Soobin saw your text and rushed out of the room to stop you from coming into the dance studio. He found you in the corridor on your way to him. "Hey!" you smiled spotting him "I just thought I'd stop by and bring you some lunch". Soobin nodded taking it from you. He considered just saying goodbye but he could never bring himself to be rude to you and today was no different. "Thanks...do you want to come in by any chance?". You shook your head "no you're busy working so I don't want to bother you". Soobin shook his head "it's no bother we're just messing around at this point anyway" and he led you inside and to the practice room. "Hey San I've got food!" he called and San jumped up "awesome how did you..." when he trailed off seeing you. "Hi" you smiled waving a little "Soobin said it'd be fine if I came in and saw what you guys were doing" you explained and San nodded "yeah of course! Thank you so much for bringing the food it was really kind of you". You shook your head "it was no problem. I know Soobin doesn't eat properly unless you force him so figured I better help make sure this collab goes well. You're welcome by the way". San grinned at your joke and the two of you carried on chatting as if you'd known each other forever. You stayed for lunch and Soobin got quieter and quieter but neither you nor San seemed to notice. He was sure you were going to dump him for San, probably right after this but then San suggested they perform the routine for you. It was the last thing Soobin wanted to do but the staff all liked the idea and so Soobin stood up and did the routine. Straight away he noticed how your eyes started off in the middle but soon gravitated towards him. You were fixed on him and only him and the pride on your face was so obvious he felt better. Your support made him more confident and he started dancing harder. When the staff yelled cut they all cheered. "That was the best take all day!" the director called and then noticed how Soobin reacted when you hugged him "maybe y/n should come for everyone shooting, you seem to work well with her around". "Definitely" San agreed "you guys are a really cute couple". You smiled "we are but I can't take all the credit, Soobin's amazing and there's nothing he can't do". "You're being modest" Soobin said smiling down at you "it was all you". You blushed, a huge smile on your face and Soobin got that tingly feeling he always got when he thought about how much he loved you. He knew he had nothing to worry about.

Beomgyu

Beomgyu had no problem with you doing a reel challenge with Haechan. He knew it would be good for your new song and he thought it looked great...until his members watched it. The challenge was a little goofy and you had to push one another at the start. Something about Haechan's pouting and exaggerated acting reminded Yeonjun of someone. "Hah this is just like you and y/n on an average evening" Yeonjun laughed watching you and Haechan fake fight. "What, no it isn't" Beomgyu said and Soobin smiled "you do act a little like this, you're very playful". "A little, come on you're both the exact same person" Yeonjun replied. "No we're not!" Beomgyu cried back "Haechan's loud and constantly teases his members". Everyone paused and Beomgyu hit them "I do not tease you! I'm literally the person being bullied right now". "If you say so" Yeonjun said smirking and all the members began to laugh at Beomgyu's pout. "Hey Haechan even pouts like that" Huening laughed and if that wasn't bad enough Taehyun added "well y/n clearly has a type". That was too much for Beomgyu. "What do you mean?" Beomgyu asked Taehyun who immediately began to panic from Beomgyu's tone. "Nothing it was just a joke..." Taehyun said and Soobin nodded "yeah he didn't mean anything by it". "No but I don't get it, what do you mean she's got a type". "He means she likes whiny idols who can't take a joke" Yeonjun said pushing him "and we're not the only ones to notice, didn't fan suspect they were dating when they got spotted together last year?". "Yes but that was a misunderstanding! Y/n explained they were only together because their members are dating and they took the fall now can we please drop this!". The members all shrugged and Soobin changed the subject. Despite Beongyu's confident exterior he wasn't the most secure and so he needed reassurance quite a lot. You could always tell when it was one of those moments because he'd get all quiet and thoughtful. After you caught him watching you for the third time during your movie night you sighed and took his hand "gyu what's wrong?". He shook his head "nothing". "Come on tell me" you said and he sighed "do you prefer Haechan to me?". You froze "what?". "Haechen from Nct, do you like him more than me?". You shook your head "of course not! Where is this coming from? Is it because i did that reel with him last week?". Beomgyu nodded "yeah I just got a little jealous and then the members were teasing me and pointed out how were quite similar. We're both loud emotional show-offs and were practically the same age! You can tell me the truth if you like him you know?". You laughed "Beomgyu I am! I agree there are some similarities but tons of differences and there's nobody like you in the world to me so no I don't wish you were Haechan". "Really?" Beomgyu asked with his adorable pouty expressions you nodded "really" and kissed him softly. Beomgyu melted into you and when you separated he buried his head in your neck with a happy noise. "Mine" he said playfully wrapping his arms around you and you laughed as he tugged you into his lap. However he had one thing right, you were his.

Taehyun

When you found out you'd be MCing with BTS' Jungkook you were thrilled, having been a huge fan of BTS for a while. However, you interacting with Jungkook worried Taehyun because he knew your type. You liked guys that looked like him and considering the resemblance between Taehyun and Jungkook, this didn't bode well. Taehyun figured due to this resemblance on some level you must find Jungkook attractive. However Jungkook was richer, musclier and more successful than Taehyun. Literally an upgrade in Taehyun's mind so he couldn't stop panicking all day. Finally the moment arrived and you came on screen beside Jungkook. Taehyun wasn't particularly vocal with his worries. He tended to bury them so he could try and deal with them alone but you'd learnt to see through that. So when you got home after the show and he pushed down all those feelings, shooting you a big smile, you knew something was up straight away. "What's wrong?" you asked not even 5 steps inside. "Nothing" Taehyun said but you sighed "see but the way you said fine tells me it's not fine". Taehyun shook his head "it's nothing it's just me being silly"."i don't care if you're being silly. If you're unhappy I want to help". "But you can't fix it" Taehyu frowned. "No but maybe I can listen? That helps". Taehyun sighed loudly and sat down on the sofa so you sat beside him. "Look you don't have to tell me but I know you'll be stressing and that will make me stressed and we'll both be miserable" you explained. Taehyun shook his head "it's nothing really but I was just nervous about tonight with you MCing with Jungkook". You paused "why?". "Because I was scared you'd realise he's a better version of me and want an upgrade. Which you could totally do I mean everyone can see how beautiful and talented you are". You shook your head "wait hold up on what earth is Jungkook a better version of you?". "Don't humour me" Taehyun said "Jungkook is richer, more famous and better looking than me". "But I don't agree with any of that" you said "the rich and famous things don't matter to me but in my eyes you're better looking and more talented and nicer and the list goes on and on. I don't even think you look that alike because I know every inch of your face and so he doesn't even come close to you".

Taehyun looked at you and let out the breath he hadn't even realised he was holding. The thing he loved most about you was how sincere you were and he could tell you meant every word. "Told you it was silly" he said and you shook your head "not at all. Any worries you have are valid, thank you for sharing it with me. I really appreciate that". Taehyun blushed and you smiled "now how about we go get changed and cuddle up on the sofa and watch a movie?". Taehyun grinned "race you" and sprung down the hallway. All his previous worries safely gone thanks to you.

Heuning Kai

Huening Kai knew you loved ice skating so for some reason when he found out Enhypen’s Sunghoon used to be a professional he got nervous. Sunghoon was pretty handsome and had a really cool personality. He was pretty similar to you in that respect and so Kai tried to stop you from finding out that he was a professional ice skater but Beomgyu didn't know that. It was as if the universe was working against him. You were asking how TxT's show with Enhypen had gone and ice skating had nearly come up 6 times! How? Ice skating wasn't something you all talked about that much but 6 times it almost had! Then just when the last scare had passed Beomgyu just straight up said "Sunghoon used to be a professional ice skater" and that was it. Huening saw the light in your eye and knew it was over. "That's so cool! Do you think he'd be willing to show me a few moves?" You asked. Huening paused "I'm not sure, we're not really that close...". "What are you talking about? We all voluntarily exchanged numbers" Beomgyu laughed ignoring Huening Kai's death stares. "Yeah but I don't think we're there friendship wise okay?" he said to Beomgyu who raised his hands in surrender. You changed the subject sensing Huening wasn't liking this but later on you decided to bring it up. "Hey so don't worry about Sunghoon, I can tell you don’t like him and I know you'd have a good reason so forget it yeah?". Kai paused "it's not that I don’t like him...he seems like a nice kid". You chuckled "isn't he the same age as you?". "Yeah so?" Huening asked getting angry again and you froze "I just meant...forget it" you shrugged and Huening sighed "I'm sorry just I'm a little insecure around him". "Insecure," you said surprised "why?". Huening frowned "because he seems like the perfect guy for you! He's an ice skater, your age, your type and he's handsome and cool...that's why I didn't want to introduce you. I know you've never met but I just had this image of you seeing him and ditching me". You hugged Huening Kai immediately "that's crazy! I don't care how good-looking this guy is or how good a skater he is there's no way I'd ditch him for you. You're the love of my life and you know that". Huening Kai blushed "yeah...I'm just being silly sorry". "No it's fine. I'm sorry you felt that way, do you feel a little better?". He nodded totally reassured by you "yes, thanks y/n...you're the love of my life too". You smiled happily and rested your head against his chest "how can a champion skater compete with that?" making him laugh. He had to agree with you, there was no way anyone was getting between you two anytime soon.

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simm-mouse · 1 year

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Alright part 2 of my theory on hidden Nervous. I'll have part 1 linked if you haven't read it yet. I suggest reading that one first before this one

Alright, you know the section where I theorized that psp and hidden Nerv being the same clone? Forgot about that part, I no longer believe in that theory(if you personally believe this however that's fine, I'm just changing my views on it.). If you look on the wiki, there are a total of 5 versions of Nervous Subject. We already have two in Sims 2, but he also appears in 3 and 4. But the one in Sims 3 isn't going to be talked about cuz it's just him as a toddler, which doesn't really make any sense because mostly the adults and elders in 2, are children or have not yet been born, not even Glarn and Kitty appear, but Glarn's parents Notso and Zo appear not even as teenagers yet. If we go with the more common theory for the sims timeline that each game adds 25 years later besides 3, which is supposed to be a prequel, then Nervous would be an elder or dead. Which doesn't make sense (I know it's more the fact that the developers didn't really focus on the timeline from the other two games when adding premades from other games, but still it's confusing).

So we're gonna focus on hidden, psp, and 4 Nervous. All three are clones of Nervous. All three are different from the original as the Sims 2 shows copies of some Sims and they're not identical to the original. I mean look at Pleasantview and strangetown's Bella Goths, their appearances are different. Even though all four look different, one thing's the same. All four smell of trauma and cat piss

Hidden would actually not be seen outside of the house as he never got to explore out into the world before his death(which fits more with the name hidden Nervous). He still ages into an elder by the Beaker's experiment. But they didn't have enough elixir of life to age him back, so he didn't get age down right away. So after they torture him he goes up to the roof to look at the sky. Just like with the friday the 13th video, He dies by getting struck by a meteorite.

For psp Nervous, he looks the most normal out of all versions of Nervous. It's pretty known why he's like that, but I like to think that he's the most genetically accurate. He'll have Olive's, and Grim's biological genetics before his death. So he'll be almost completely different, other than having the same clothes, it's hard to tell that he's even a clone. So it's very easy for him to walk around town and not be mistaken as the original Nervous. He would still say that he's just working for the Beakers as a way to hide the truth from others. He probably was caught after they found him trying to sneak out, and that's when It was impossible for him to escape and had more painful experiments done on him. His body just couldn't take it anymore, and that's when he was shocked to death by one of the machines used on him. Well shit, two clones are dead, hopefully the next one doesn't die

The current clone they have is the Nervous from the sims 4. Even though that game is an alternate universe or some dumb shit that messes with the timeline, he's a Nervous so he's gonna be talked about. This Nervous is trapped with now four Beakers. Yes, Atom and Ceres also torment this man. They'd even put the blame on him for the trouble they caused. He has yet to go out and explore the world, so right now he's stuck in the house.

Does Nervous know that he has clones? Probably, he figures that the Beakers would clone him if they haven't put in the effort to get him back since he ran off to live with the Curious brothers. Has he ever met the psp Nerv since he's the only clone that went outside? No, if so they would've been fist fighting

#my bullshit #my art #fanart #the sims 2 #ts2 #strangetown #nervous subject #Hidden Nervous #ts2 psp #ts4 #the sims 4 #You may be wondering #Why the hell do you keep keep calling Nervous a cat piss smellin bastard?#Well I imagine Nervous would have one of those scents that are so disgusting that it hurts your stomach and you feel like gagging #Shit smeller needs a shower #Scent so bad it stings your nose #Ew bro

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boolpropper · 6 months

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A Quick Refresh!

Boy okay SO. It's been like 5 months since I've touched this game or posted about it. Here's a summary of my active hoods so as to spare everyone from a million posts of many months old drafts and for my own good LMAO. Read below for details!

Pleasantview While I've updated most of the premade hoods, I'm playing Pleasantview the most because I love being a homewrecker. There's a supernatural turf war brewing between resurrected alien Bella and vampire Mortimer because that's absolutely fucking ridiculous and awesome. Also, all the premade teens are in college and mingling with SSU premades. Greek life is a mess of love triangles (accurate to real life I think) based on what I last posted there! MAJOR UPDATES:

Don Lothario and Mary Sue are having a fling against all odds. It is definitely just physical. Also, Don went out with Goopy and it was very funny because Goopy got SUPER pissed at Don for being a two-timer. Er, 7-timer.

Cassie and Darren are married, with one alien hybrid baby and one human baby on the way. Dirk is in college and feels really weird about his dad remarrying and has a hard time connecting with Cassandra or the alien baby...understandably. Oh, did I mention Cassie is a witch?

The Caliente/Broke household is...broken? Something is wrong with the lot they're on so I'll have to figure that out BUT. Nina runs a gym and continues to flirt with every single eligible person on the planet. Dina and Brandi got married and have combined their households.

The Burbs are coping with Lucy growing up and developing a temper, and are raising a somewhat unexpected baby.

Daniel Pleasant and Kaylynn Langerak had a pretty dramatic falling out. They are both living on their own and trying to make ends meet.

Frogpoint Frogpoint is my BACP set vaguely in a 1970s/80s zeitgeist. You have to suspend your disbelief a little. Right now it's still in early stages with just three families (and I'm building a university since the eldest teen is about to age up), so there's nothing too funky going on yet.

Rita and Lewis Radisson, the young couple, just had a baby. The first born-in-game sim!

The Sikes are a wealthy family on the edge of town with of course a very rambunctious and counter-cultural daughter. I cannot wait for her to go to art school.

Finally, there's a commune of young adults near the not very well hidden secret government lab complex. Something something Cold War something something.

Damerel Damerel is my medieval hood that loosely follows the Warwickshire Challenge rules + my own rules. There's a lot going on and still several families I haven't introduced. It's busy. The last family I posted about was the Brewers family, which is HELL to play -- operating a business AND wrangling like seven grillion bajillion children, AND satisfying a lecherous patriarch. But I think the blacksmith is up next in my drafts!

There's a university being built (at no cost of course because the coffers of the crown are boundless) because the heir to the throne is incredibly depressed that he didn't attend.

The Blacksmith household is led by Jaco, a gruff and down to earth craftsman. He looks after two apprentices, Seamus and Allie. Seamus is hopelessly in love with Maud, one of the brewers.

The Bards are my lesbian songstress queens and I love them. I roll a random event for every household and theirs was to get pregnant SO that's pretty swag

#ts2 #the sims #sims 2 #the sims 2 #ts2 pleasantview #sims stories #ts2 gameplay #ts2 university #bacp #ts2 bacp #sims medieval #sims warwickshire challenge

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fatefulfaerie · 1 year

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Hello Fate! Congrats on that awesome milestone!!! I'd like to request some soft fluffy TP Zelink please :)

This took so dang long and like not even for writing reasons I just have trouble committing to writing these days (I still love it I'm just a mess). I'm becoming so scatterbrained! Here is exactly 1,000 words:

Zelda sat on her throne, in likely a more unceremonious and improper way than ever before. Her rear end was cushioned not by specially-made fabrics but by the lap of the man she married, her arms looped around his neck like a loose shawl.

“You’re in my seat,” she said playfully, with the elegant and yet childlike hook of a question that needed no answer.

Link snaked his arms around her waist to hold her closer, and Zelda shifted willingly, draping her bent knees over an arm of the throne and snuggling into his warm chest.

��Okay,” was all Link said in response.

“Link,” Zelda said with a giggle, withdrawing slightly to find his eyes when his fingers had begun to drift to places meant for private interactions. “Suppose someone comes in to talk to the King and Queen of Hyrule. What will they think?”

Link was absolutely enamored by her, Zelda’s blue eyes putting him in some sort of trance. Soon, Zelda too, was swimming in his eyes. Her forehead tipped to meet his.

Link never answered her question, breathing life not into words but into the kiss she began. Although to them, the ensuing, prolonged kisses seemed to freeze time, like the whole world could collapse around them and nothing would change, their guest was less lucky. The ten seconds Shad stood there simple watching them kiss seemed like minutes, awkward minutes that ticked slowly as he held himself in regret.

It was twice he breathed to interrupt them before Zelda noticed his presence, clearing her throat, composing herself, and sitting down on Link’s throne.

“Apologies for the interruption,” Shad said politely and meekly, as if he had walked into their private chambers. “But the texts you’ve me to look over…to translate…”

His words ebbed off in hesitation as he timidly reworked his grasp on the loosely bound tome he held.

“It isn’t the language of the Oocoo, it’s ages older,” Shad explained. “I think it may be the language of their ancestors.”

“Well that’s no surprise,” Zelda argued. “Their city alone is indicative of great age and decay. Surely, there were beings there perhaps even before Hyrule was established.”

Shad nodded.

“Yes, Your Highness,” Shad agreed. “That is why the content of the tome is so…unsettling.”

Zelda’s brow knitted.

“What do you mean ‘unsettling’?” Link asked.

Shad stammered as he looked down at the book.

“Hyrule has had its share of prophets and of course it’s lean on the details, but close enough to give one pause…”

He looked at the King and Queen as if they could read his mind, before he remembered he often had to elaborate more when he saw that kind of look on a person’s face.

“It’s history,” he explained, partly enthused, partly terrified. “Hyrule’s history, the kingdom being built, the Hyrulean Civil War, the Hero of Time, Ganondorf’s execution, even the invasion of Twilight, all written about in a language that’s so old that I wouldn’t even know how to begin to speak it. Someone in the past either knew everything or was really lucky on guessing because…”

He faltered again, almost laughing at how ridiculously accurate it was until he looked up to see Link and Zelda having a silent conversation of shared confused glances.

“The Temple of Time is evidence enough of the possibility,” Link said, as if picking up the ability to speak somewhere in the middle of their interaction. “But even then time travel doesn’t need to be in play for us to receive a warning like this. Hylia herself could have forged these words.”

“But why?” Zelda asked. “To warn us? Granted our victory against Zant and Ganondorf was no small feat but it wasn’t anything Hyrule didn’t handle in the end.”

Link’s mouth was leaning into his hands as he parsed through what was being said.

“It’s a show of faith,” he finally said after a moment. “We’ll have more reason to believe what is predicted to happen after us if whoever wrote it correctly wrote of everything else before us.”

“Is there anything after the Invasion of Twilight?” Zelda asked Shad, who nodded.

“My translation is rough,” he said. “And I don’t have all of it certain but…”

Shad leafed through several pages.

“Before the last sun sets on the…golden land…Hyrule will…fall like sinking sand,” Shad read slowly, before hesitating and looking up. “I-I can get more with more time with the language.”

“How long does it say we have?” Zelda asked, her hand placed on Link’s.

“Uhh” Shad said as he flipped back to the beginning. “Based on how they formatted our early history I’d say…several thousand years, give or take a hundred.”

Zelda and Link both breathed a sigh of relief.

“Retranslate it into current Hylian and put it in the archives.”

“Are you sure?” Shad asked. “In our current Hylian it will read like any historical document. The prophecy will look like conjecture.”

Shad looked as if he wanted to object further, but he wasn’t one to argue with royalty any more than he already had. If the years turned back and Link was an Ordonian swordsman and Zelda was a not-yet-coronated princess, he might suggest that they weren’t understanding the full significance of this find because they would rather get back to sitting in the same throne.

He pursed his lips nonetheless and nodded.

“But I will do as you ask,” he spoke sincerely, stepping back into a bow. “Your Majesties.”

“Thank you, Shad,” Zelda said with kindness. “Your wisdom is appreciated, as always.”

Shad left them, obviously still uncomfortable, and Link and Zelda both silently decided that was enough of the affectionate touches for the day. First Auru, and now Shad had awkwardly walked in and out of the throne room that was supposed to be a welcoming and safe environment.

“I’m still in your throne,” Link said, voicing the only issue with going about the rest of the day normally.

“I know,” Zelda voiced with a bashful smirk.

#zelink #twilight princess

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namelysane · 1 year

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Hellspawn's birthdays throughout the seasons/years?

1st birthday

pre s4

Sensei G's monastery

unfortunately, it wasn't really a good one, because Zane wasn't there — we all know why :( — and the team was pretty much a split up mess. It was fortunate the other three at least made an effort to show up, but it really felt like there was something missing.

Kai bought his honorary niece some baby hair clips — cuz hair is priority — and Lloyd sucks with his own hair, so he's trying to help the kid out.

Nya, on the other hand, was like "I'm gonna turn this kid into a future builder" so she got her some blocks.

Cole and Jay each got her an onesie...the same one. (sigh) They ended up bickering about it during the entire party.

Sensei G and Misako gave her a stuffed dragon that... looks familiar to Lloyd in a way. Wu just nods at Lloyd knowingly.

Meanwhile Lloyd wanted to make her first birthday as special as possible even though he knew she wouldn't remember it so he made her a mini version of his gi. Sadly, it didn't take long for her to grow out of it and that gave Lloyd some grief....well, lots of grief.

2nd birthday

This one was shortly after Stiix

a whole lot better than the first. They celebrated on the bounty

Zane was there (Yay!), and baked the cake. He (and Pixal) also got her some of those sortable shape toys to exercise brainpower. Nya just says it's because no one wants hellspawn to get Lloyd's iq and... Pixal agrees.

Lloyd bought her some finger paints...which she loved so much that she used them on his hair and face. Her excuse was that Unca' Zane had taught her that paper was bad for trees so naturally, she decided to go for another green source.

Jay got her another version of Mister Cuddlywomp, while Cole showed up with a toy piano — his dad's idea, actually. "Introducing kids to music at a young age is a great way to encourage brain development"...(and turn them into musicians, goes unsaid)

Once again, Kai was like "my niece better be stylish and not have little gremlin Lloyd's horrible taste" and got her a leather jacket — toddler size, of course. This guy even brought some sunglasses and a hat. Nya thinks it looks ridiculous.

Meanwhile, Nya came with some bath toys — which she designed herself to be durable enough against the strong waves of the sea. (She's still not over her new Master of Water status)

Misako got her a book full of children's stories — maybe a collection of legends would be more accurate. She's the historian of the family for a reason.

Dareth gave her a mini plushie of himself and she kept pointing out how much the plushie's eyebrows don't even look anything like his real ones.

3rd birthday

some time before Day of the Departed

on the destiny's bounty

Hellspawn wanted to learn airjitzu but that was quickly out of the question — she's too young. And for FSM's sake, she hasn't even learned spinjitzu yet. So that was instantly a no.

So, Misako was like: just do what your father did with you. He didn't listen to me, but you turned out just fine �� I still do not understand how you even turned out just fine!

Which was why Lloyd decided to put her on his shoulders and spin around until they were both surrounded by green. Mission accomplished.

But it is only that he realizes that he'd forgotten the fact she'd just eaten some of the cake earlier and has the stomach of a nauseous toddler. Too bad it's too late to do anything. Lloyd ended up needing a shower shortly after that. Jay got a picture :(

4th birthday

pre s8

The apartment Lloyd was stuck living in during the year they were looking for Wu.

Dareth decided that she was already old enough to learn a 'sacred' karate move he personally invented. After learning it, she ran to use it on Lloyd.

Misako couldn't show up because she was too far away, but the others managed to come. Except Nya, but she still joined via face time and sent a parcel.

Lloyd made a cake himself instead of relying on Zane and it actually turned out to be edible. Kai was wondering if they'd entered the apartment of an imposter.

But actually, Skylor helped. So yes, the real Green Ninja has not been kidnapped by aliens. Lloyd can be trusted living on his own. A new invasion isn't coming, So Kai, stop setting chopsticks on fire, Nya can't save your ass—

5th birthday

At the monastery, post MoTo

Unfortunately, there's a reason Garmadon isn't here (I've added it in that post about how the ninja managed to take care of hellspawn)

That morning, Wu finds a strange package left outside, with a note that just says Happy Birthday in messy, familiar handwriting. He knows very well who it's from and opens the package to find a plushie of a plant...an unusual choice from someone like him.

Wu then just lies that it's a gift from a fan and the ninja believe him. So Lloyd lets hellspawn have it.

He ends up despising the gift during Crystalized. 😭

6th birthday

pre s13

celebrated in kindergarten. Which Jay jokes was merely done because Lloyd doesn't want their presence.

But actually, Lloyd does. Because he's getting too many stares and questions from the other kids and he's only doing this because hellspawn wanted to after she saw her classmate do something like this. They celebrated again at the monastery hours later.

And Lloyd gets to meet the boy hellspawn made immediate friends with and finally has confirmation that he's being overprotective over nothing.

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lavenoon · 1 year

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What are the boys texting styles? (the boys as in all three)

I can imagine Sun texts very proper, grammar n everything. Meanwhile Moon doesn't really care and uses anything that lets him type less... and Eclipse? Mostly emoji's and meme's to the point that sometimes his brothers go "USE YOUR WORDS, WHAT IS IT"

Pretty close, yeah!

I haven't fleshed these out before so what snippets of texts there are might not be entirely accurate, but I'll stick to these in the future <3

Sun is definitely a boomer in regards to texting, he has auto-capitalization on but doesn't even need it, he just does it all manually, anyway. Takes ages to finish a message because he insists on fixing every typo he makes, and adding correct punctuation. Fortunately his brothers have at least clued him in that in texting that kind of no-nonsense style is easily misinterpreted into "I'm angry with you", so he tries to add a few emojis every now and then. Sometimes signs off his messages with the sun emoji (after learning early on that apparently, you don't sign off every message with your name), but otherwise throws in a few of the classics - :) :/ >:( - and Moon and Eclipse still make fun of him. It still softens his messages somewhat, and he's satisfied with that

Moon is much more relaxed. Switches between having autocaps on and off, and goes entire weeks before getting fed up and changing it back. He likes the chill vibes of all lower caps, and very much prefers not having to care about correct capitalization. Gets annoyed when autocorrect fixes brand names, so that's turned off, too, and whether he fixes typos is dependent on the position of the planets in the sky. A roulette game, even. Thinks it's a special form of humor actually, and definitely gets a kick out of "ourple", "woag", "joak", and the like. Tries to be professional in work contact, but in casual chats he's the one who pipes up with a lower case one word reply that just obliterates everyone, and then quietly snickers to himself. Doesn't use many emojis because he's lazy, but steals a few of Eclipse's reaction images to drop at the funniest times

Eclipse is. Well. He's definitely laying it on thick with reaction memes and showing his reaction with emojis - even if technically the laugh cry isn't really possible for him. It's about the vibe! Cringe is dead and he killed it, so he also goes for the beloved classics like UwU, ^w^, ToT, and abbreviations like brb and lol! It's extra funny when Sun misunderstands and asks "What does UwU stand for? Is it also an abbreviation?" and he can simply send a little emoji equivalent and not get an answer back until Sun copes with yet another little smiley face he has to learn. Finds uses for the most obscure emojis, and sometimes throws them in the middle of a sentence just to annoy his brothers. With anyone else he probably wouldn't do that, unless they think it's funny, but he does mostly text Sun and Moon! Has autocaps on, but typos either get fixed by clicking autocorrect or remain in the text forever, he doesn't usually care to fix them. The outcome is a mess of a text that is mostly intelligible, but the 30% that aren't are anyone's guess

#answer let luce #anonymous #accidentally undercover #this was relevant for the drabble I'm currently writing (not in the way you think) so I answered it!#there's still a bunch of other asks in my inbox and I swear I'll get to them #this week's just busy and my priorities were a little. well. CS focused GFHDJS #but I WILL get to them all #they're all very good and I wanna ramble lots <3 #for now; texting styles hehe

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scarecrowismybabygirl · 2 years

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Build me your perfect casting for a new movie about our sassy little twink Scarecrow (we really need one) Any characters, any actors.

Let's start with our sweet boy Jonathan: I don't think I can (and I certainly don't want to) accept anyone other than Mr. Murphy for this role. If he was great in The Dark Knight trilogy, he'd probably be even better now: more age appropriate, less boyish, but just as attractive AND creepy, because for me those are the two main traits any live action adaptation of Scarecrow needs. This time I'd probably make his hair dark auburn at least.

I also need more movies where he wears glasses

Now, given that this is practically impossible, there are a couple of more realistic options I wouldn't be so mad about:

Bill Skarsgård

This is a very self-indulgent pick. I find him attractive, he looks good with glasses, and he knows how to be scary. Is he the best actor for the role? I don't know. Is he hot enough for me to overlook that and enjoy a very slutty and sexy Scarecrow again? Yes.

Caleb Landry Jones

He would be my first choice if I actually answered with my brain. He can look very creepy and messed up (as he did in Antiviral), but he still has that cute boy aura about him. Extra points for being a redhead because I'm a Year One bitch.

Michael Pitt

What can I say? I like him in villainesque roles and he makes a great psychopath. I wasn't particularly fond of the way he portrayed Mason in Hannibal, but if he went the Funny Games route, we could have a very good Scarecrow.

Young Christopher Walken

I can almost hear "call the police" here. If I had a time machine he'd be higher up in the list.

For our angsty playboy Bruce:

Robert Pattinson

I'm not sure if this is a popular or unpopular opinion at this point, but he might be my favorite Bruce. I like the emo take and I genuinely enjoy his acting. I couldn't understand the backlash when he was announced as the next Batman, but I was introduced to his work by Cronenberg's Cosmopolis (I was never a Twilight girl, no hate to those who like the franchise), and I've also seen how capable he is in other indie movies, so I knew he would deliver.

I also adored Christian Bale's Bruce, and I'm a bigger fan of TDK than The Batman, but Battinson has a special place in my heart.

Now let's think about the movie. I never spent too much time pondering on what my ideal Scarecrow movie would look like because we all know people just want yet another Joker movie and the chances of this happening are close to zero, but there are two things I would like to see:

His background story. We all know that, no matter the universe, he always gets tormented beyond what any human could -or should be able to- stand. I feed on trauma and seeing my favorite characters mentally and physically destroyed, so this is a must. If you ask me, I favor the great-granny option because it's crueler and makes for a more interesting character.

The parallelisms between him and Batman. This may be one of the most interesting points raised by Year One. I want them to be portrayed almost as mirror images. Their actions are fueled by childhood trauma, their motivations are driven by fear, but they end up fulfilling radically opposite yet complementary roles... I want this to explore the nature vs. nurture debate on what makes someone's psyche develop in a specific way, and I want it to be dark and twisted. Give me an even darker Bruce.

As for what other characters I'd like to see here, without a plot in mind, I can't really go deeper, but some options would be:

Great granny Keeny: because in my mind she's the main catalyst of his villain downward spiral. I want her to be somewhat attractive and comic book accurate (let's face it, she's FINE), but I have no one in mind. I picture her as an older version of either Bedelia Du Maurier from Hannibal or Ethel Cripps from The Sandman... Maybe an artificially aged Gillian Anderson would do the trick.

Linda Friitawa (Fright): a very underrated and ignored character that I'd like to see a live action adaptation of. Again, I never fully developed a plot in my mind, so I don't know if there would be a possibility to fit her anywhere and I also wouldn't want to take away from the homoerotic undertones of Scarecrow and Batman's love/hate relationship, because that's essential for me and my very self-indulgent, half-baked idea of a Scarecrow movie. Anya Taylor-Joy would be perfect here.

...and that's it for now. Although I'll probably regret not mentioning Nygma (not Nashton) and a few others as soon as I hit "post"! ♡ Thanks for your ask @ninja-potato-shelby-solomons ♡

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livcosmos · 1 year

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Chain of Thorns Booktalk

Omg… I finished it last night and I was fairly convinced that I won’t write this… but the first thing on my mind this morning when I woke up was something I read on Cassie's Tumblr, that she thought of ending the book with James on his deathbed waiting to go over to the other side to meet with his friends who have parted long before him.. that broke my heart. I woke up with that feeling I just can’t handle death and the thought of James being the last one to die it just….the thought that they all die eventually... I know the book didn’t actually end like that but it almost did and ahhh it made me think of Will’s death and Tessa and how…well you know it all already there is no need for me to open that wound again. I realized I couldn’t just leave it without saying anything, I owe this to all the tears I shed for these characters, this story, and to my younger self who fell in love with them in the first place, so here we are…

In case you didn’t get it by now I’m upset, I’m ok with how it ended but then I’m also not because this isn’t an ending it is so OPEN I… I have to be honest I went into reading this book thinking it will be the last Cassie book I read, and that was for various reasons. I said I won’t read the Wicked Powers because firstly I don’t really like Ty (I like him but I just I’m not there for him being the main storyline) and then there is Jem and Tessa I can’t bear seeing Jem age and eventually die...I don’t want anyone I love so badly to get hurt and die I don’t want to know how everything goes to shit and the Shadowhunter world gets destroyed or something. That is why I had some expectations from this book, I needed closure, a nice wrap-up that also would wrap up my time with this word but nooooooo…. but who am I kidding I also said I won't read this trilogy and then I did sooo I will probably also break and read the Wicked Powers, we will have to wait and see but still. I am glad that Cassie is taking a break because that means she hasn't written anything that would eventually kill me, and I am not tempted to read anything I won't like just yet.

I can’t believe I’m saying this but this must be my least favourite final book she has ever written, don’t get me wrong I loved and enjoyed reading it but I am so upset with ahhh everything… I have to start with the most obvious thing and that is well the family tree!!!! I need that accurate family tree I just need it in order to be able to sleep well at night just pleseeee!!!! I was so convinced that we were finally going to get it in this book but noooo aaahhh it’s so messed up and come on the Esme Hardcastle thing… is just an easy answer to a burning complicated question!!! I CAN’T! I need to know!!!! That was what probably upset me the most in this book, well of course besides… Christopher I didn’t see it coming…It took me by surprise…I was so convinced that Matthew was going to die… if you read my other booktalks you know that Matthew is my love he is behind Jem my second book love ever…and I would have been upset if he died but it just made more sense to kill him and till the moment Christopher died every second I was afraid that Math was going to die… Someone needed to die and ahhhhhh come on!!! I was living by that family tree, that he and Grace were going to get together and ah…bless him he had such a pure soul and was so kind and he didn’t deserve to die and let me tell you I was sure he was going to come back I didn’t want to accept his death I was convinced he wasn’t actually dead because he had to live in order to get with Grace and carry the Lightwood line…oh man I cried when he died but I cried even more when he appeared to encourage Grace with the fire messages … my God! I know I hated Grace but I felt so sorry for her and I just it was so emotional…they won’t get their happy ending it’s just heartbreaking. I never thought I would say this but I am ok with Grace now she suffered enough and there is no need or reason for me to hate on her anymore. Omg of course we also have to acknowledge here how amazing it is that Christopher invited the fire messages like omg!!! And can we please give everyone from the infernal devices a break they have already been through so much… first Gideon and Sophie lose a child and now Cecily and Gabriel? What is this? Ahhh… let’s get back to my Matthew…so I knew he wasn’t going to end up with Cordelia it was more than obvious but I said it before and I am going to say it again…I wanted it to happen so bad it just…Paris omg their trip there is my absolute dream!!! And of course, I was a little upset with Matthew for lying but ah I can’t be mad at him! Do you want to know what my favourite scene in the whole book was? The scene where the Marry Theves all came to take care of Matthew when he was sick! It was such a beautiful scene and ah…to have such good friends…I cried so much it made me so emotional and then with the knowledge that was the last time when they were all together is just …. so sad!!! And I also cried when Cordelia told Math that she doesn’t love him…I …I was looking so forward to that Christmas party and then Cordelia girl you had to do that! I, mean yeah she had to but ahhhh my poor baby! I was screaming at him that I love him and that he doesn’t need Cordelia! I’m sad that he didn’t get to be with anyone at the end but I guess that’s better he needs to heal completely before he can get into a relationship. Ah and he is going on a long trip… the ending made me so sad, that they are all going in different directions… I mean yeah they will reunite eventually but ahhh so sad… I also cried when they buried Jesse's coffin, the time capsule, that had me so in tears omg! It just isn’t an end, she left so many doors open, I need more especially of Matthew!!! Ah and Jesse and Lucie that also is like a massive open door I get that they are together but they are not married yet and… I just need that freaking family tree!!!

Before we move on I have to say one more thing about Matthew, he is like a version of Will I feel like he resembles him so much in his personality and actions and I feel like Matthew was my second chance to make Will my number one love in a book because Jem was my number one in the Infernal Devices and even though I love Will with all my health I love Jem more. And here I love James but I love Matthew more and while Matthew is like Will in a way, James is a little like Jem but I guess I always make poor choices because well Matthew kind of got Jem’s fate. I am not ready to let him go because unlike Jem he won't eventually get his happy ending with Cordelia because let’s be honest the Matthew, Cordelia, and James love triangle never really was a triangle it was just there for drama. Nothing in this world will ever compare to the Will, Tessa, and Jem love triangle and the love they have for each other, and the love I have for them! (By the way, the Jem chapter at the end also had me tearing up because well… Jem) Yeah well, Matthew I love you! I am happy that he is doing better and that he talked to his parents (and omg Charlotte?! TWINS?! I’m so excited) I want him to be happy and I just bought an Oscar Wilde book in order to keep him a little longer with me, because I am not ready to let him go just yet! James and Cordelia…. I love them but OMG the amount of miscommunication…the frustration they put me through…I can’t believe that Grace had to be the one who told Cordelia about the bracelet because James over here couldn’t bring himself to do it! Omg! Thank you, Grace! It was so frustrating my God! I love them together always and I can’t say how glad I am they finally talked to each other! OMG can I please say that Alaister and Thomas carried this book? They were so cute and Thomas omg bless him he is such a cutie with his "Shut up Thomas” and his overthinking and Alaister grew so much …I am so happy that he has changed so much and that he is now officially part of the group and that he and Matthew are ok (even though I would have liked an official apology) and oh how he came to help Matthew bless him!!!

Moving on I don’t know if there is any need to say anything about Tatiana… but Malcolm oh my I can’t believe all the trouble he caused in the present originated here that is just wild!

Oh, I forgot to mention that I love the friendship between Jesse and James, their scenes together, and the bond they have developed in such a short time … fantastic! Ah, I don’t really know what else to say really… I am happy with this but then I am so not... I just…need that damn tree!!! It felt so good to watch Christine's booktalk because she was just as frustrated about not having a tree as I am, it felt really good to know that I am not the only one. I don’t want to let this book, this world go, I need more but having more will come at a great cost I’m not sure I am ready to pay. I just love them all so much and they have been with me for such a long time…it’s hard!

Anyway, thank you for reading, comparing this to the other booktalks this is a really short one but again there is not much to say because this wasn’t the end!

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