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love-islike-abomb · 6 months

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Dreams

Roman reigns x y/n

"so baby dry your eyes, save all the tears you've cried! Oh that's that dreams are made of!!"

I'm in my make Seth the bad guy era🤷

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, smut!! Errors I may have missed.

Word count: 1.7k

Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @heerah34 @marchm-langdon @mindfulofmani @mandeelemons @niknakbucks92 @queengreenarrowmia89 @thesamoanqueen @vintage-pvssy @weirdgirl16355 @windhamsrotunda

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"y/n we aren't done with this discussion! Sit your ass down!" Seth yelled "If you haven't noticed im the one whos kept the shield together!" He yelled.

Dean got in his face just then "the fuck you are! Its been me, y/n and roman holding it down while you go off and do whatever it is you do with those strippers we see leaving your hotel room everyday and you're so drunk we have to make excuses for you!"

"dean dont!" I said trying to seperate them but it was no use. All 3 of them were arguing now and hearing it was just to much for me. I grabbed my coat and purse and headed down to my car. They wouldnt even notice I was gone and if they did would they even care?

Romans POV

I turned around to walk away and noticed y/n wasnt on th couch. She must be in her room. I went and knocked on her door but got no answer. I walked back out to the living room "if you 2 would shut up!!" I yelled "y/n is missing and I think its because of us!"

"who cares! Let her go! It's not like she matters to us anyway!" Seth said with a smirk

"seth that's not funny! You know how sensitive she is to us fighting! Arguing terrifies her!" Dean said.

"oh well!" He said with little weasel laugh he does. I picked him up by his shirt and shoved him against the wall "if anything happens to her i swear i'll-"

"you'll what? Kick my ass? I'd love to see you try big dog!" He laughed "aww someone's in love!" He mocked and I drew my fist back but felt Dean grab my arm "he's not worth it!" He said.

I lowered my fist "you're right. He isn't. But she is!" I said grabbing my car keys and wallet.

I had let her go once. I wasn't about to again.

Y/n's POV

"another one?" The bar tender said "don't you think you've had enough?"

"i'll stop when I stop! Besides its not like i can't call an Uber" i said glaring at him.

He poured me another shot of tequila and i downed it without even blinking "y/n?" A voice from behind me said. I recognized it almost instantly "what do you want Roman?!" I spat.

"y/n are you drunk?" He asked.

"I'm fine!" I said trying to stand up only to lose my balance because of the alcohol.

"Clearly you're not fine" he said catching me before I fell to the floor. I was angry at Seth not him. I hated Seth for putting me through this shit. I should've chosen Roman but Seth said all the right things. I was young and naive. I had started drinking to drown my troubles away but I had hidden it so well that none of them knew. Roman hd held my heart for a long time but I was to afraid to tell him. what if he didn't feel the same anymore? What if he hated me now?

"Let's get you back to the hotel" he said "I'll even tuck you in" he smiled. His smile brought back so many good memories of when I was happy. When all was right in the world. My heart ached for it all to be what it once was but I had the feeling it wasn't going to be.

Romans pov

I put her in the car and buckled her in. She passed out half way back to the hotel. A number of things went through my head as I drove. Did she still feel the same way? Was she over me or was the spark still there? I would have to wait until she sobered up and ask when the time was right or let her bring it up. The thought of losing her again terrified me.

When I pulled into the hotel parking lot dean was in the walkway waiting. Seth was no where to be found. I got out of the car, went to y/n's side of the car and pulled her out and carried her into the hotel "what happened?" Dean asked. "She's drunk!" I said.

"Ro, Seth left and took all his stuff..i don't think he's coming back!" Dean said "I called Steph and told her what happened. She's gonna talk to hunter and Seth is gonna face disciplinary action possibly even termination"

"As much as I don't want the shield to split up I think it's for the best!" I said "I'm gonna get her into bed. She's gonna have. Massive headache tomorrow"

I had Dean grab my key card to my hotel roomoit of his wallet and open the door. He had an extra just for this very reason. "I'll see you in the morning Dean" I said walking in with y/n and shut the door with my foot. I carried her to the bed and laid her down and covered her up. Taking my shoes off I pulled the couch bed out and laid down.

I didn't know how tomorrow was gonna go but I hoped it would be ok. I was still madly in love with her and I could only hope He felt the same.

The next morning

Y/n's POV

I woke up and surprisingly didn't have a headache. Then I looked over and saw Roman on the couch bed "still the gentleman I remember" I smiled. He was the total opposite of Seth. A gentleman, loving, romantic, caring, and an animal in bed! I sighed thinking about the fact that there was always the possibility that he wasn't in love with me anymore but I would cross that bridge later.

I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Still no headache. I turned the water on to wet my toothbrush "still so noisy!" I heard and nearly jumped out of my skin before realizing it was Roman and laughed at myself "i wasn't expecting you to wake up" I smiled "I was just gonna brush my teeth and get a shower"

"Before you do there's something I wanna talk to you about" he said. My heart started to race "what's that?" I asked.

"I know you probably don't remember but you told me you still loved me last night" he said. My heart dropped. I'm never gonna see him again. "Was that just the alcohol talking or?"

I swallowed hard. I was scared I was about to get rejected by the one person I still cared about. Better to get it over with now so I can move on with my life "i- i still love you but if you don't feel the same anymore i under-" he cut me off pressing his lips to mine and without even thinking I kissed him back instantly. my heart pounded in my throat tasting his lips again before he broke away "I hated seeing you with Seth!" He said "I was afraid you didn't love me anymore!"

"Seth said all the right things to swoon me but I'm still in love with you!" I smiled.

He rested his hand on the side of my face giving a few soft small kisses before a needy passionate kiss took over. He ran his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for entrance which i gave him. Our tongue danced for dominance before he lifted me up and carried me to the bed before gently laying me down on it.

"I love you so much baby girl! I never wanna lose you again!" He said.

I ran my hands through his long, jet black hair "I love you to and im not going anywhere!" I smiled "I need you!"

"I fucking need you to baby!" My pajamas were soon torn off and his boxers came off and landed in a pile on the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he slowly slid inside me, both of us letting out groans of pleasure "uhn Fuck! Still such a wet, tight pussy!" He growled.

"You're so big ro!!" I groaned. His thrusts soon formed a rhythm as our skin slapped together "uhn fuck baby girl! You're already gripping me! Don't you cum yet! We've barely started! I'm gonna fuck you all night! The whole hotel is gonna know my name!" He growled. The husky voice I loved so much combined with his dirty talk nearly sent me over the edge. He got a smirk on his face and grabbed my throat "fuck!" I moaned out.

"You thought I'd forget you liked to be choked didnt you?" He smirked. His thrusts got faster and harder "what's my name baby?" He growled before lifting my legs over his shoulder allow him deeper access "what's my name baby girl?"

"Daddy!!" I groaned.

"That's my good girl! You're mine!" He growled his hips snapping against mine even harder "oooh fuck!!"

"Oh yeah I can feel that pussy gripping my cock! Cum for daddy baby girl! Milk my cock! Milk it dry!"

His dirty talk sent me over the edge and my orgasm rocked my body before he started snapping his hips faster "oh fuck baby I'm gonna fill that pussy! Oh fuck yes! Take it you whore!" He growled before spilling his hot cum deep inside me. A few more sloppy thrusts and he Stilled inside me, letting my legs down, leaning forward to give me a kiss. "I love you so much beautiful! I'm so glad I have you back!"

He slowly pulled out of me and collapsed to the bed. An idea popped into my head And I got on top of him, straddling him "nice view" he smiled before I ground my pussy against him "oh fuck baby!" He groaned and I felt his cock harden again "you aren't gonna be able to walk by the time we're done!" He smirked.

"Who says I'm going anywhere?" I smiled.

"That's daddy's good girl!!"

#roman reigns #big daddy uce #the only daddy☝️😩🫦#roman reigns fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #roman reigns smut #roman reigns imagine #romantic #roman reigns x y/n #wwe x yn #wwe the shield #dean ambrose #wwe #wwe angst #wwe smut #roman reigns angst #Spotify

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yourtouchismidas · 1 year

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Heyy, obsessed with ruins and your lil blurbs 🥺 just had this thought about Taylor singing never grow up at the eras tour and Matty getting all emotional and clingy with Gigi for literally days afterwards and now my heart can’t cope 😭💔

matty has been quiet all day. in fact, he's been quiet since the other night. the three of you, you, him and gigi, had gone to a second night of the eras tour after taylor invited you back. gigi was jumping off the walls thrilled, and this time wore her princess dress that taylor had personally sent in the mail. gigi wasn't a twirler, she was more a pump her fists in the air kind of dancer, and you'd put her in hip hop classes recently and she would take her shirt off to match george when she played drums. but here in the the vip tent, she was a princess. again, she has bracelets all up and down her arms from the fans that passed her, and she even made some herself this time (all spelt wrong because she wouldn't let you help) to pass out to some of the other people there.

matty had started the night his usual self. the two of you swayed to lover again, and he whispered in your ear that he loved this song, his voice tickling you. he lifted gigi on his shoulders and jiggled her around for the fast songs, big hands firmly clamped round her calves so she wouldnt go flying. it wasnt until the surprise songs that you noticed him go a bit quiet.

the first few chords of never grow up started playing and the crowd went mad. your eyes started welling up immediately, scooping your baby girl into your arms so you could hold her for it, because this song didnt mean nearly as much to you until you held her in your arms for the first time.

"what's this?" matty said, from behind you, but eyes trained on taylor as she sat at the piano and began the opening lyrics, your little hands wrapped around my finger...

"it's never grow up!" you whispered back to him, and then turn away, not willing to miss any more seconds of it.

"i dont know this one," you heard matty say from behind you, and when you turn back quickly, his eyes still haven't left the stage. when the song finishes, you are in floods of tears, and gigi is looking at you concerned and you squeeze her so tight until she pushes you away and tells you to stop. you're too in your own world to notice matty.

when the concert finishes, the lights come up and matty grabs gigi's hand and says, "come on then gigi girl," he says, and they walk out together.

that night, you wake up to matty missing from your bed, his side cool, like he'd been gone for a while. you slip out of your room and check gigi's, and there he is, curled up around her. he's asleep, so you watch them for a bit, your loves, smiling. in the morning matty says, "yeah she got scared last night and was crying," and you smile and nod, but you think, gigi hasn't cried in the night for years, and you didn't hear a single sound.

a day or two later, you find matty in the garden by himself. he is sitting, looking at the sky with his ear buds in. he's holding his phone, which is dark screened and locked. you pull an earbud out.

"new music?" you say.

"yeah," he says, grabbing it back abruptly, "sorry, it's still a work in progress. it's just..."

"sorry i intruded," you say, teasing him, "i'll leave you to your art."

you go back inside but he follows you and wraps his arms around you in a bear hug, holding you there.

"what's this for?" you say, and when he doesn't answer, "you okay?"

"yeah," he says, "i just love you."

you let him hold you, breathing in the smell of him. he only breaks apart when his phone buzzes, and he snaps his head down to look at it.

"oh, it's just george,"

"waiting for something?"

"gigi told me she would text if she wanted to come home early," he says.

"she's at michelle's. she loves it there. michelle's parents let her have so much cake last time she was there she threw up. remember? she aint coming home early."

"yeah," matty says, almost sadly. then he drifts back into the garden.

he has his earbuds in a lot the next few days. he seems distant. one time, you find him on the sofa, gigi fallen asleep in his arms, fresh from the bath and hair damp, air buds in, tears in his eyes.

"matty," you say, sitting down next to him. you reach out and touch his curls and when you do the tears in his eyes spill out and run down his cheeks. "what is it?"

"it's this fucking song," he whispers, then he takes out an ear bud and puts it in your ear.

immediately, the middle of never grow up is playing and you're back in the arena, dancing with your daughter, holding her, wishing she would never grow up. and if you'd looked back, you would've seen matty, face crumpled, watching you both, swaying in front of him, eyes on his baby, taking in those lyrics you know so well for the first time.

Oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up Don't you ever grow up Just stay this little Oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up Don't you ever grow up It could stay this simple

"i've listened to it a thousand times over the last few days," matty tells you. he puts a big hand over gigi's head, flattening her wet curls underneath them. "i need her..." he says through tears, "i need her to not grow up."

"i know baby," you say, leaning your head into his shoulder. you both look down at your daughter, her lips parted, her little chest rising and falling. "but she will."

you're quiet for a second, not knowing what to say, but then you remember what made you feel better about it, when you were sobbing with gigi that night.

"you cant stop her growing up, but you can do the rest of the song."

"what do you mean?"

"I won't let nobody hurt you. Won't let no one break your heart And no one will desert you."

matty strokes his fingers through his daughter's hair.

"of course baby," he tells her, "i will do all of that for you and more."

the taylor song plays softly through the headphones,

please try to never grow up

#ruins #ruins behind the scenes #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #matty healy x y/n #the 1975 fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #dad!matty

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amethiosspouse · 2 months

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YUME/OC POST (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

I've actually given up making separate posts for my oc introductions and if I did upload it one after the other, I would feel like I'm spamming so as a solution....HERE!! One big post with most of my ocs in it!!!

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OC 1: Mari Callidora (technically they're my persona/s/i-🤓)

Literally the face of this entire blog. Mari Callidora is the granchild of Hamber. They are the Explorers' healer and their team is split in half with one half being a fighting/exploration team whilst the other being a healing team.

Short backstory: Their mother abandoned them whilst their father ran experiments on them in hopes of turning them into the perfect vessel for a pokemon to take as its own. After their fathers shady practises were investigated, Mari was handed over to their grandfather for him to raise.

Shipped with: Amethio

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OC 2: Rumi Sagespark

Fairly new oc. I say new even though she's supposed to be a rework of my very first HZ oc :3

Short backstory: Pokemon contestant coordinator. Rumi was forced to step down from the role of a Pokemon Pageant contestant after an incident regarding a "fan". Determined by her love for the contests, she decided to run the shows instead of being in center stage as a way of letting newer talents take the limelight whilst she watches from afar to make sure all's well.

Shipped with: Spinel

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OC 3: Kisma Hynelle

Again, not a new oc. Kisma's been with me for a while now. He was originally my "weirdcore" oc and was just a giant fucking eyeball. Silliest out of the bunch. Very gay too (if anyone has name suggestions I will gladly take them I've been wanting to change his name for so long /hj)

Short backstory: Mari's half older brother. Before getting married to Mari's father, their mother already had a boyfriend and a son and after their birth, she left Mari just so that she can live the life she previously had. After finding out about Mari's existence, Kisma set out to try and reconnect with them so he joins the RVT

(and his way of doing so is fucking pathetic, he literally threatened to tongue kiss Friede in front of the whole crew)

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OC 4: Kaname Himeko (hi3 war flashbacks)

Ignore how I changed his last name from Himeguma to Himeko :3. Also, side note but when I talk about Kaname, I wanna be clear that I'm talking about Kaname in this au. Kaname in the au where Mari gets impaled by Rayquaza stays as a child, the photo above is teenage Kaname.

Short backstory: PLEASE JUST READ THIS POST IM SO TIRED RN

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OC 5: Anai Hyorin!!!

Yet another old yume oc I decided to revive. I miss Anai, dunno why I stopped using them after my enstars era ended. ANYWAYS THE BUNNY IS BACK!!!!

Short backstory: After witnessing their friend commit Shoujo Rei (yk), Anai was given their friend's Mareep at their funeral. As a way to honour them, they decided to take a trip around the world with Mareep in hopes of having it Mega Evolve into Ampharos before their friends 2nd death anniversary rolls around.

Shipped with: Ilima

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a/n: GOOD LORD IM FINALLY FINISHED WITH THIS POST. I WAS HOPING TO POST IT LAST NIGHT BUT I FELL ASLEEP (totally wasnt because I was rewatching the eps w Amethio in it)

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meowzilla93 · 7 months

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The people need little known facts about Baxter! Just like random headcannons, like what's his favorite holiday and why, etc. etc. Basically please just tell me more about this silly little man :)

*cracks knuckles*

me? talk about my favourite love interest in OL:BA?

Thought you'd never ask :P

favourite holiday? we already know his favourite season is fall cause nostalgia, and I almost wanna think that eventually Thanksgiving is his holiday

you absolutely know why but if i must elaborate

he is just so damn thankful for being able to reconnect with people he truly cared for, and that those people didnt give up on him; if MC romanced him, all the more thankful he has someone he can trust and rely on for the rest of his life, and that he can provide that back

but it wasnt always and only after Step 4; he needs to reconnect first for this to eventuate

and you just know that he will love hosting and cooking; any excuse to learn new recipes and show off his skills

before step 4 though? i dont think he had one, and thats his parents fault

any sort of events like these he had to attend with his family and be the 'expected perfect son' which he loathed

i do believe this is canon (pls correct if wrong) but i truly do believe he did not have any friends at his private school, and actively hated going

rebel Baxter? he sure was in his own way

spare periods between classes; he wandered off grounds to a spot where he could avoid the pompous populace

talk back to teachers? you can guarantee that; just more in that incheek way where they couldnt really punish him for what he said

can see him being the type to screw around in class and just be a bit of a bother to the teachers and students, but he was an A+ student all the way

guarantee that when asked to answer questions in class, if he was in the right sort of mood, straight up makeup facts just for the lols

(his parents might have put a stop to that real quick though)

mans was a brat we know this, and it was making the OLNF friends that made him question his life and his upbringing more

this is a touch more sad, but i think early on, he didnt really understand his parents position on things like the LBGTQIA+ community and such until he saw people he cared about be treated poorly by them, or heard what they had to say behind closed doors

i think this truly broke him and is what started the rifts in his friendships as he didnt know how to approach this (he is a kid, we cant expect him to know)

but what he did know, he NEVER wanted to be like his parents, and this is when he started his plan on moving to Virginia for uni

ahem, lets get back to some light hearted sweet stuff

i recon he went full platinum white once - pure white hair (you cannot take this away from me) but the upkeep of that was more insane than just handling black

favourite flower! rose. come on. even Cove said it in Step 1: Fancy!

though if we must choose a second option, Lupine

it has that really pretty purple colour (his second favourite colour after black and white) and its symbolism is very much on par with what he truly wants from life

google that shit, and tell me im wrong

100% reads smut; Im talking like Victorian era smut (Johanna Linsday, Amanda Quick type stuff)

October is his favourite month - the world around him was covered in that beautiful auburn colour

He loves pumpkin spiced lattes (with oat milk of course)

PRESENTS! oh oh when its Christmas time, this is the hardest thing for him because he doesnt just wanna buy something random, it needs to have meaning

You wanted to go see a museum? here are some tickets

Missed this movie when it was screening? Here is the Extended Release with all the additions DVD

You have a favourite flower or plant that you can never really have cause it doesnt grow in the climate you live in? In a frame you received a pressed and dried version of it, so you can always have it with you

.....i need to stop otherwise ill just keep going

(pls dont stop asking me though, ill talk about Baxter till death and will make a million more posts)

#our life beginnings and always #baxter ward #olba #olba baxter #olba mc #our life #our life headcannons #headcannons #i will never get sick of talking about baxter

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tio-trile · 10 months

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came back here on tumblr after literal years just for gomens 2 stuff and i got a notif from you. I feel happy seeing your blog again,, so its so surprising for me that you disliked s2, purely just bc youre someone i consider as monumental to the entire fandom bc of your loyalty pre-TV era. so it's intriguing to know your thoughts abt the tv version.

i read your points and DAMN you reminded me of the stuff i didnt like back in s1 that I FORGOT bc so many years have passed since i watched + read the series. I forgot how much I loved bastard, asshole Aziraphale. TV him is characterized as 100% good, better than heaven dude which isn't bad.. and hes very fluffy and adorable. But i always liked the difference between that and crowley being a demon and yet nice. i always missed him calling him "my dear" too. If theyre gonna make them lovey dovey in TV, make him call him my dear damn it!!

As a book fan too, i personally loved s2. But reading your points made me realize it wasnt completely perfect so I respect your side. I do hope s3 turns out to be better than our expectations so you can tune back to it again. I just want you to have more content that you can enjoy even if it's completely new stuff. I understand the feeling so bad of having new stuff but being unable to enjoy it (a diff show for me). Makes you wonder what kind of plot he and Terry originally planned for all this fanservicey stuff to happen. I agree about the book part too, Crowley would never throw those around! The part with them meeting as angels, honestly I think it wouldve been better if they just didn't remember it so they wouldn't ruin their first meeting in the book. It would've been fine as a throwaway like "they met but don't remember."

With the finale,, hmmm I think TV!Azira's characterization def plays a part in why he did it. TV!him screams as someone who is still insecure about being an angel and losing his privileges. So he took the only opportunity he could to change heaven so he and Crowley could live in peace, after seeing Gabriel who is alr so powerful, be cast away after that decision. I'm curious though, how would you think book!him would think in this decision?? With an Armageddon 2 coming up again I can't imagine of anything else the two of them could do to fight it again w/o an influence in higher power.

Oh geez, I sure hope that nobody has notification on for my blog right now 😂 (or ever)...it'll be so annoying for them 🤣🤣 and honestly, I'm just some guy on the internet running a blog with no profit to gain from being "loyal" to a fandom, so I'm gonna truthfully share my opinions. And yeah like you said, it's possible to enjoy the book and the show at the same time, just taking into consideration that they are different media and characters. It's hard to imagine book!Aziraphale in this situation because there has been too many differences that led to this situation......and I just don't see book!Aziraphale in this situation, because to begin with, I don't think Gabriel would even go to him in times of trouble, lol. So let's say that Metatron directly went to him after everything had happened and Gabriel had already ran off and offered him the position (with an offer he can't refuse) -- I think he would have to accept on the surface, and then he would immediately go to Crowley to try to work their way out of it/figure out a way to keep the position but still slacks off all the time like he's always done 😂😂

#ask #anonymous #long post #good omens critical #good omens season 2 #gos2 spoilers

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evilmagician430 · 4 months

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concept art/character design for an acachalla centric horror story i've been brainstorming since last school year ^_^ still havent finalized any of these designs, i feel like they need a little more tweaking...

WARNING: blood, body horror, the mangled corpse of a dead animal, guns, crowbars, medical equipment and general medical imagery, and all around just weird and gross stuff

ADDITIONAL WARNING: really fucking long

story and images under the cut:

i imagine the premise is that sue, at the police station, gets a call from the acachallas like in canon. she decides to go to their house to help, alone because her coworkers are all busy/hate her (theyve been in the force long enough to go corrupt while sue still tries to do whats right)

when she goes in she discovers that the acachallas have been dead for like 10 years and their bodies are barely even intact. she also notices that their house is trashed, not only does it seem completely reclaimed by nature, covered in fungus and insects and blood, but a lot of their furniture and appliances are missing. their rooms look like theyre missing all that wouldve signaled the character of whomever inhabited it, and she thinks, well, maybe the house was looted after they died, but that doesn't explain who called...

then she accidentally steps in a pile of fungus. which wasnt there before. she turns around and a man, fully formed, has sprouted out of the ground. he is made almost entirely out of mushrooms and he has 2 shotguns for arms. he tells her to leave his house. she starts to run but then another figure stops her. a very tall woman who speaks in the same voice that called the police department. her form is indiscernible in the dark, but soon sue comes to realize this woman is not human.

she's not even alive.

sue meets the others and, sure enough, they all seem to be amalgamations of various household objects, both inorganic and organic matter, forming crude fascimiles of who they once were. there are 5 bodies and 5 of them, so they must be possessed by the immortal spirits of the acachallas...!

of course, it turns out they never needed help. it was merely a trap to lure sue home.

they accept her and care for her far more than her biological family or "friends" at work ever did. but being with them takes a toll on sue's body. eventually she dies and they build a new body for her. she wakes up as a beautiful monster. she wakes up as herself.

you're going to notice none of these drawings are of sue- that's because she's still just a regular human in this. by the end she might become a horrifying monster like the rest of them, but i havent designed her.

i took inspiration from a variety of sources, but i can only remember some of them off the top of my head:

undertale (lorewise the whole thing about monsters dust being spread on their favorite object so they can live in it, also photoshop flowey designwise was a huge inspiration)

deltarune (largely just the enemy designs)

dont hug me i'm scared (the teacher's designs, general vibes, also lamp's explanation of what happens when someone dies in episode 2 of the tv show)

tipping point (literally just stylistically. i need to learn digital collage to properly portray these designs)

tokusatsu (the costumes for the gorma in gosei sentai dairanger are like. really good. i enjoy their designs severely)

communications era ghost and pals mvs (the collage stuff speaks to my soul)

and thats all i can remember rn. now heres the first pictures i drew of each member of the family (on my world history notes) and the most recent draft of their designs (in mspaint) this is basically all of the drawings of them.

beginning with spencer, he's the smallest of the family at only 4 feet tall. he is made out of his computer and manga collection basically. on each of these i left a lot of notes in the pictures breaking down what each part of the body is made out of. i wanted to incorporate figurines and action figures into his design too but i decided to keep it more focused. but all these designs are still subject to change. a teacher walked by as i was drawing him and said she liked how it was "very industrial but feminine" or something like that.

sally! im not entirely sure what that first sketch is but as you can tell i wanted her to be wearing a doll mask from the start. i gave her this big poofy princess dress to conceal where godzilla connects to the shelves that act as her legs because it looked very strange and did not look like the shelves were her legs. the dress turns into curtains which are draped over her shelves. she was very hard to design but very fun. also i just chose random dolls and stuff i know g3 draculaura and kylie and pnp sasha are like recent dolls that wouldnt exist yet. its a mockup ok

next we got billy who is built out of his own medical supplies. i wanted to make his body one of those IV drip stands, although that means both him and spencer have very similar lower halves, with the wheels. hes the only one who doesnt really wear any clothes because billy doesnt really have an iconic outfit; the only thing i remember he wears is obviously his medic outfit but thats like. a whole outfit. i dont understand the layers of it so i can just put part of it on this thing. maybe i shouldve just given him scrubs. or what i think billy would wear that represents him

gertrude having a dead cat as her hair is a reference to a really specific one-off joke i read about on the wiki but dont actually remember from any of the videos. i think hair is a very important part of self expression so they would want to recreate their hairstyles with whatever they could find. it was hard as hell getting that cat into a shape that made literally any sense but i think i figured it out. her outfit is a combination of what she normally wore and her old costume as the crowbar, which i was inspired to design my version of as well (will post that drawing later). i think its very interesting how gertrude seems to exist to trap and keep safe or detain/kill various dangerous beings. shes like a shepherd but also an executioner.

papa acachalla doesnt have a draft cause this was literally the first time i tried drawing him in this story because i was stuck on trying to imagine what hed be made out of and how he would look like. then i remembered fungus comes in all shapes and forms and also works as a metaphor for his connection with his family and his roots. also his arms are guns LOL! i wanted to make him more catholic but i couldnt come up with how while still having him look like papa acachalla. maybe adding that priest collar cause i think father grigori has it anyways but its hard to draw stuff around his neck area.

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help i don’t understand this joke and i’m ashamed to admit it

Buckle up it's storytime! Full spreadsheet/blacklist story below

So back in January 2020 Taylor released a documentary called Miss Americana which can be found on netflix. The moral of the film was essentially "Taylor wants to try harder including being a politically active voice". This was shown off by the song Only The Young being released. Also a whole section on Taylor getting upset about politics. Many people today say "that's not what the movie was about" buuuuuuuut it was literally called Miss Americana okay. During the documentary or around this time Taylor also said she wanted to be held accountable for political stuff.

Back in late May/June 2020 when BLM was occurring, the internet was ablaze obviously and it became a matter of "which celebrity has said what in support?" Taylor had not said anything. She had just released Miss Americana. Swifties were waiting impatiently. On June 2nd, Taylor posted the black square on insta that everyone was posting

This was all she said on the matter all week. Taylor also had been very active on tumblr early covid to like all the mask selfies. She was on May 24th and this was the last post she liked. If you look at it, the user edited it June 4th to ask Taylor to do more. This was VERY controversial. Taylor has never liked a tumblr post since.

Anyways very extreme act but a lot of people agreed with the sentiment. One night a lot of people were like "Taylor really spent all era profiting off of performative activism didnt she?" Taylor wasnt on tumblr anymore. No one was watching our posts so it didn't matter what we said. So a bunch of people were like "I am upset I am changing my url to something not Taylor related." A lot of fans became multifandom right around then. This all pretty much happened on one night. So many people changed their urls so someone was like "let's make a spreadsheet to track the url changes" and posted a link. There were like 40 names on this spreadsheet all from this night.

So someone who had a twitter and tumblr and had gone to a session saw this list. They saw the link and decided to take matters into their own hands. They somehow had Tree's contact info specifically? And they sent her an email with the spreadsheet link to say "all these people hate Taylor. Please make sure none of them ever meet her and are put on the blacklist." Then they tweeted all about how doomed we were because our Taylor "hate" was caught. This was insanely funny so even more people changed their url's just to be on the list. (I myself claimed @blacklistedswiftie ) SO if you ever see someone refer to The Spreadsheet or The Blacklist, this is what they are referring to.

#ask #anderperries #the spreadsheet #the blacklist #this is how I am attempting to save for later

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alloftheimagines · 2 years

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bucky barnes | monsters don't cry

masterlist | ko-fi

words: 2k

warnings: blood, violence, injury, winter soldier!bucky hurts reader, angst, comfort, guilt, self-loathing, mentions of torture and nightmares and a smidge of throwing up, written in a heatwave so probs a bit delirious

prompt: i was thinking a whole lot of angsty angst with a happy ending bc ofc buck deserves all the happy endings in the world :( maybe cw era, something happens that triggers the winter soldier side and he attacks the reader and injures her badly??? a lot of angst where he comes out of it and avoids her for a bit before coming to her apologizing and saying he knows he’s being selfish but begging her not to leave him even though she would never and never even thought about it bc she knows it wasnt him? i just need a lot of angst in this part my heart strings love being yanked ✨

You see the moment he turns, just after the last remaining Hydra agent utters the word “furnace.” It’s spat in Bucky’s face, mingling with his blood. A trigger word, made to tug the Winter Soldier back into action.

You came here to save him, and he fought with you when you realised you were outnumbered. You saw the man you’d loved all those years come back to you, just as Steve had promised he would. You’d never lost hope, but it hurt, chasing Hydra around the world in the hopes that one day, you’d get the love of your life back. Free him.

But he’s not free yet. One little word turns his blue eyes to molten steel. He drops the agent, straightening.

“Bucky…” Your gun trembles in your hand.

He looks at you, face devoid of recognition. And then the agent whispers, “Kill her, soldat,” and it’s all it takes for him to spring into action.

He’s on you in a second — your own fault. You can’t bring yourself to pull the trigger in time, though you know Bucky isn’t here now. “No,” you beg instead when the gun is knocked out of your hand.

He doesn’t listen. Doesn’t even acknowledge you as he throws you down roughly, his metal hand clenching around your neck as though it’s nothing more than a splintered pencil ready to break in half.

“No. No, Bucky. Please. Look at me.” You vie desperately for his attention, clutching his hand with your own as you search his eyes. But they’re flat. Gone. “Look at me,” you try anyway. “It’s me. You don’t want to hurt me. You’re not the Winter Soldier anymore. You’re James. James Buchanan Barnes.”

His brows draw together, and you think it’s your chance. You try to strain against his grip, try to get your face closer to his so he has no choice but to see — but it’s a mistake. He jerks you back down, slamming your skull into the concrete floor. The world swims as agony sparks through you, and then the gun you dropped is there, pressed to your temple. And he’s not coming back, you realise too late. This is the end.

Blood trickles out of your nose, your mouth, but you smile softly in the hopes he might remember when he comes back. When Steve gets him back. “We were so close, Buck,” you whisper. “So close to getting you free.”

“Do it,” the agent orders again, hungry now. “Make it slow, soldat. Watch the life leave her eyes.”

His grip on your neck tightens until you’re fighting for breath. You squirm, trying to kick out, but it’s no good. You’re as strong as Bucky, but the Winter Soldier… he’s ruthless. An assassin who never misses a kill. You should know. You’ve spent your long, long life working with him.

“I love you,” you rasp finally. “I love you, Buck. I’ve always loved you. Even as this. The Winter Soldier.” Tears roll down your cheeks. You’re using your last breaths to make sure he knows. To make sure that when he comes back, he remembers just how madly in love with him you’ve always been. “It’s okay. I… I…” You can’t get the words out anymore, though he’s trying to squeeze them from your throat. They mangle with your shallow breaths, and then your lungs are aching as there’s no more air.

“Break her, soldat,” the agent whispers, glee shimmering in his eyes. “Let her feel it.”

So Bucky does. Your knee, first. You scream out in pain, but nothing more than a gasp wrenches from you. He presses his free elbow down on your ribs and you hear the sickening crack. You choke on your own blood, praying it’ll be over soon. Praying he doesn’t remember this part when he comes back tomorrow and you’re not there.

Gunshots shatter through the sound of breaking bones, Steve and Sam barreling into the base. Steve is the one to wrest away Bucky, yelling, and then whispering as he pins him up against the wall. What the hell have you done, Buck? What happened? But his friend is still gone, and you can only watch as you lie broken on the floor.

Until the darkness finally takes you.

***

You wake up alone at the compound the next day, bright fluorescents beaming down on you and your leg trapped in a cast. Everything hurts, and the nurse tells you not to try to speak. You find out why when you attempt a reply and find your vocal cords wrecked.

Steve appears soon after, sympathy and regret twisted all over his features. “I should have gotten there quicker. I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He takes a seat beside your bed, placing his hand over your tube-covered one.

“Buck?” you manage to mumble, the words nothing more than a hiss.

“We got him back again. He’s… well, it’s gonna take some time for him. He’s not really talkin’ right now. Well, except to ask about you.”

You close your eyes, tears dribbling down your cheeks. All you want is for him to be here, holding your hand, so you can see for yourself that he’s safe and him again. But you know him. Know he’ll be torturing himself for what he’s done. And it’ll torture you too. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t see the damage. Maybe it’s better he takes his space. You just hope it doesn’t last too long.

***

Bucky can’t stand himself. He’s been holed up in his room for weeks, wishing he could rip his damn arm off for what it did to you. Wishing he could rip himself apart for what he did to you.

You’ve tried to see him. He doesn’t know how to open his door. How to keep going knowing what he’s done. He almost killed you. He dreams about your screams, day and night, waking up in cold sweats and running to the bathroom to throw up.

But he can’t hide forever. Steve’s asked him to join him on a mission tonight, and he knows he has to talk to you. Apologise. He has to face what he’s done, otherwise he’ll never stand a chance at being himself again. So he puts his black gear on, and on the way down to meet Steve, he knocks on your door.

“Come in,” you call from the other side. Your voice is still hoarse, and it makes him want to turn around and run. But he can’t. It’s you, and he can’t keep pretending he doesn’t want to see you. Even if he hates himself for it.

Surprise contorts your features when he enters carefully, finding you propped up with pillows on your bed. His eyes fall across the bruises he left. A green branding around your neck. The leg still in a cast. The way you move stiffly as though everything hurts. He thinks of how you looked that night, blood covering your teeth, spattering from your mouth as he wrung the life from you. The woman he’s supposed to love.

“Buck,” you whisper, and he can’t understand why it’s still so thick with adoration, as though nothing has changed. As though he wasn’t your ruin. An assassin. A cold-blooded murderer.

He shifts on his feet in the doorway, bowing his head and swallowing thickly. “Hey.”

“It’s…” You put down the book you’d had open, giving him your full attention with those same wide eyes that had begged him not to kill you. “It’s good to see you.”

He almost scoffs. Opts for a shake of his head as he tucks his hair off his face. “Don’t. Please don’t.”

Your hand rises to the bruise along your collarbone absently, and he resists the urge to flinch. “How are you?”

“Hell of a lot better than you,” he replies bitterly.

“If you’re here just to punish yourself, you should go.” Your voice holds a sharpness he hadn’t been expecting. But he deserves it. He deserves all of it. “It’s been weeks. Weeks without a word. Don’t come in here unless you want to talk properly.”

His chest aches, and he feels lost as he looks around your room. “I don’t really know what to say. What do you want me to say? I… I almost killed you, Y/N.”

“It wasn’t you. You would never hurt me.”

“Look at you. Look at what I’ve done to you.” His voice drips with self-hatred. “How can you say that?”

“Because you were used as a weapon, Bucky, and you had no control over it. Any of it.” You push yourself to the edge of the bed, jaw clenched. “I know you. I know who you are, and I know you would never hurt anyone if you had the choice.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, unable to keep looking at you.

You sigh. “I wish you would have come to see me sooner. It hurt that you pushed me away.”

He can’t believe it. He can’t believe that after everything, you’re not angry or scared or filled with hatred for him. His stomach churns, and he thinks maybe you were right. Maybe he did come here to punish himself. You’re not making it easy.

“I can’t stop remembering it,” he admits finally, tears gathering in his eyes and his lip wobbling. “The sound of your bones cracking. The way it felt to squeeze the life from you. It makes me sick. It’s like a nightmare I can’t wake up from. I’ve killed thousands, Y/N, but I can’t…” His voice breaks. “I was so close to killing you. I don’t how to live knowing I’m capable of that. Capable of killing someone I love. Putting them through so much pain.”

Your own eyes grow glossy, and he knows there’s nothing you could say to make him despise himself less. To forget.

“And I guess I’m an asshole as well as a monster, because I should have walked away. I should have left you alone. You’d be safer. But I can’t be without you even now. Even when all I see is the way I broke you.”

“I don’t want you to walk away,” you murmur. “Bones heal, Buck.” You push up, limping your way towards him. He can’t bear to back away when you tap his head. “So will this.” Your hand moves to his chest. “And this, too. If you let it.” And then you wipe away his tears, smiling sadly, and it only makes more build in his throat. “Monsters don’t cry, my love.” You cup his jaw, your eyes piercing through him until he’s certain he’ll break. “You’re not a monster. You’re James Buchanan Barnes.”

The words echo what you said that night. The way you tried to get him back. If he’s James Buchanan Barnes, why can’t he control himself? Why can’t he keep the person he loves safe?

He rests his forehead against yours, a sob leaving him.

“We’ll keep fighting it,” you promise. “Just don’t push me out. Please.”

“What if I hurt you again?”

“Then we’ll heal again.” You brush your fingers through his hair, and his eyes flutter closed. God, he’s missed you. And god, he wishes he could be the man you deserve. “Just don’t give up on us, Buck. Don’t give up on yourself. Please.”

“Okay,” he agrees, voice a low rasp. He could never say no to you; another reason why it took him so long to visit. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

“I know. I know you are.” You place a careful kiss on his lips, and he lets you, his fingers curling around your own.

And he thanks the heavens that you haven’t left him, even if it’s what he deserves. Because he wouldn’t be Bucky without you. He wouldn’t have a reason to come back to himself if not for you.

You're the only love he’s ever known, and he has to hold onto it. He has to do his best. Even when it hurts.

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big on introspective, ambient downtempo? come with me...

"History" from Sonic Mega Collection (& Plus)

... FUCK. FUUUUUCKING HELL.

i don't remember the exact year i got introduced to Sonic Mega Collection Plus (the PS2 version, since that's the console that only dominated my kid years) but it was a constant force of good in my early years. being able to play that many sonic games just freely (on top of other games that werent sonic games but were by the same devs) was so fucking nice. but the menu shit was just. something else to me-they put so much care and effort into the presentation of games!!! like the journey TO playing was even a nice comfy ride! so CASH. i miss THIS sega so much. what an era. damn.

many a memory playing this shit or watching it get played either in my shared bedroom w/ my older brother or in the upstairs living room w/ mom and/or grandma watching (this sonic shit ran in the family pmuch LOL my parents n grandma got into em before we did). one of my fondest memories regarding it was my i think, longest-running active friend lyko/khaliq seeing my i think oldest sibling playing S3&K (one of the greatest. games of all time by the way) and beating it. bro saw the ending cutscene and was Flabbergasted w how cool it was, already riding off the high (that i was also riding off of) watching Doomsday Zone get played. SUPER, FUCKING HYPE. LOL. amazing shit. the collection is worth it for it having That Alone but also THERES SO MUCH COOL SHIT ON IT!

YEAH!!! ... i'm glad i can listen to this normally again.

this was one of many songs i just couldn't put on and sit through after the 2013 event happened and my life got fucked into a hole. it was exhausting and would just leave me really depressed. things are at least different now, over 10 years later, i can enjoy this n sorta feel like a kid again healthily, i guess. its nice.

reminds me of something

so one thing abt the PS2s we did have (there were two, two slim models), shit was just Faulty after long enough. one basically picked and choosed games it wanted to run (that or the CDs were fucked up or...idk) and the other you had to like. induce pressure on the disk drive part to get games to run properly?... it was weird.

WELL, SOMEHOW, through basic i guess DIY shit or whatever, at one point (post-2013 event) i got the fucking console working! AND I GOT SONIC MEGA COLLECTION PLUS WORKING TOO! blast from the ...actually not at all distant PAST! it was cool being in the menu again hearing the music and goin around and looking at all the extras and stuff. seeing sonic n his friends just always makes me happy.

I BOOTED UP S3&K FOR OLD TIMES SAKE CAUSE OF COURSE I DID! HYDROCITY ZONE!!! ONE OF MY FAV VIDEO GAME SONGS EVER i was having SO Much.... fun...

slow, burn. realization. i was alone.

reliving hella cool shit but it was just me. older brother was off doing whatever the hell (not like i wanted to summon him anyway he was kind of fucking just...idk), and oldest sibling was just kind of, across the fucking country so i couldnt hit them up either. the finite nature of what i considered the most joyous period of my life i wasnt prepared to interface with and it just fucking, stabbed me so gradually i didnt even notice the pain onset somehow until it was too late. fuck. regardless of me doing what i did, that part of my life was still over. trying to recapture the magic just made me ever more aware that i had lost it, i guess. it was tough.

i, shut the game off, silently, go downstairs to my moms room and just, talk to her a little about how i. got it working. i just, lay on her bed next to her and i just. i start crying. for a while. not loud sobbing just. idk. quiet weeping. idk.

...

things are different now, is what matters. lot i've recovered from, but i do still miss playing it with my siblings. shrug. life goes on i guess.

~ E.K.S.G.

#come with me (cc)#song recommendation #music #downtempo #video game music #ambient

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like ok actually im making a post about this. october - november 2021 was such a wretched time for me i was starting to get extremely depressed and had 2 ear infections and fell behind in all my classes and stopped giving a shit and i lost the van and was going thru hell w my capstone and my room was a disgusting mess and i was isolating myself like crazy. but i was just thinking abt it the other day like… WOW that was an actual ERA WASNT it. i didn’t know it while i was living it but its so vivid to me now. remi wolf juno esp anthony kiedis / buttermilk / wyd / sexy villain / volkiano (which ok is like half the songs but seriously they were everyrhing to me and still are lol). walking around campus redacted redacted redacted redacted redacted on saturday and sunday afternoons. going to einstiens likterally EVERY DAY and buying avocado toast and cinnamon raisin bagels (and letting the boxes pile up on my desk bc i was scared my roommates would judge me 💀). madeline letting me try her sugar cookies. getting obsessed w the company revival on broadway. playing piano in my room with all the lights off except the electric menorah. finally starting to redacted redacted again… AND redacted redacted redacted redacted which i think was happening at the same time liek girl how did iever get out of that redactwd wirhout redacteding i was truly gods strongest little meow meow then like wtf. even being afraid of (yes im namedropping lol) kristin and prickly around andrww constantly i miss a little bit LOL. anyways it was so real i can’t believe any of that happened. and this time is gonna be an era too like one day i will forget abt all of the horribleness and be like omgggg walking up the gameroom stairs and wearing the same 3 outfits every week and eating data expunged and having intense conversations and getting back into juno 😩😩😩😩 take me backkkk. but rn it’s like i am legitimatelt experiencing horrors rn but also there are lovely parts and maybe i can experience fewer horrors if i consciously pay attention to and appreciate the lovey parts as im living them. yeah

#purrs #anyways this was just gonna be a juno appreciation post and now im rambling which iis said i had to stop doing so we will just pretend i #didn’t saythat. and i will head to bed literally 3 hrs early bc im feeling like Ben affleck smoking.jpg photoshopped over a cartoon drawing #of a bear in a striped nightcap / nightgown holding a little candle saying honk shoo honk shoo snork mimimi etc etc!

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i even try liking kpop casually but it just feels like something not for my age group anymore considering that they are barely debuting adult aged idols theres no one my age debuting in kpop anymore. it just seems that in todays world fame is everything and i dont want that to tbe the only reason why id ever want to do anything of that sorts like yet its the inly thing ppl seem to get recognition for for instance if celeb or idol dies its all over the news and they get such overreaction in the media for it so it wouldnt matter if i wasnt here bc no one seems to really need me for anything. that or situations just i had, had no explanation for it and i mean really bizzarre and unhelpful ones or just stupid gossip wherever i went and it sounds like im making this up or being woeful or victim mentality whatever the term is nowadays

i had one situation in 2003 that just had no explanation for it either and since then it got weirder and more alienating since i was the only one who saw them no one wouldve believed me anyway. no it wasnt aliens it was just two weirdo guys filming me then they ran off soon as i went inside where we were staying, yeah such a perfectly normal expeirnece for somoene my age then someone like maddie mccann winds up missing and dead years later sometimes i wish it couldve been me instead. im guessing its sketchy cult stuff too bc those somehow exist too even in this society.

my great aunt is who i wouldve preferred to have been as she has seen so much and done so much and she still gets about even at her age yet i couldnt seem to get anything close to what shes had. ive been told my fs is a footballer but again since its not sometning ive ever done its not something id care deep enough for

i dont want to care for wealth yet it seems we need more wealth in this era to get by to barely own a properth and it just fucking sucks bruh cause theres specific time period i want to "go back too" but ik i will never experience physically its like its torture for my soul bc what i like isnt around anymore, even the music i like has been digitalised bc the artists arent around anymore or i have to find something to like even if its not always my taste or style

i have to suplement it with the modernised versions and even then its not enough i need to actually go back in time and have different experience to what there is currently bc it all just bores me to death or will bore me to death eventually. even i could live without tv bc theres nothing terribly exciting bc its all modern junk that either wants me to buy things i dont need and items that used to just be simple, affordable and practical yet its all been littered with even modern cars are getting beyond boring, smartphones too much similar and it all does the same thing so why cant we live a bit more freely huh? whys it all come down to needing x amount of grades and work experience on top of it just to get piss poor everything

it just makes no sense to me. if im not going to fit in then why should it be forced on me anyway? cant i then idfk just wander off into the hills and act like i never existed? ik my ancestors probs dissapinted in me too but truth is it just sucks these dayd cause every other thing is abt needing our reaction and usually its negative sort like the media or tv

i want to do something real but theres nothing real abt it anymore bc its all done on a screen, its like i dont even need the basics of my brain anymore either bc theres google, calculators and maps that do it all for us. heck i dont even need to put thought into anything anymore. thoughts have been put in short forms of tweets, blog posts and instagram pics or tiktok reels, words have been replaced with gifs and emojis

the only celeb i truly admire for both his talent and ability to stay away from the internet is cillian murphey why cant they all be like that? theyre rich enough to not need the internet to stay in touch with random hate comments and backlash that they get on the daily basis, same goes for idol groups tbh. ok maybe they arent all rich but again why cant ppl ever feel content with just the basics?

then i often think well it wont matter once im dead but it shouldnt have mattered anyway cause living should come easier to ppl. yet its like if u fail once u have failed for life bc theres little to no other options since everything rests on grades or experience or talent anyway and ppl who often make it worse for itherw get away with it too... just like my friend who was beaten up. yeah school is basically hell and they havent made it any easier either so i dont know what im supposed to care about long enough for me to do so that i wouldve been happy doing it

i watched a beautiful video the other day of a 102 year old dancer from the 1900s and i was thinking wow how different their entertainment was to nowadays, where it was more lively and simpler less formatted and wasnt about ppl trying to be tiktok famous in short periods of time and most of all the dancers back then actually seemed happy compared to where its forced happiness bc we r all glued to screens for our brief momentary entertainment and distraction from the world. im also obsessed with a certain place of another time period that i will never ever get to do but it jsut always seem like history repeat itself in this world. wars pandemics and so on. couldnt we just have one normal year or is it always going to be so dramatic and less calm and relaxing? even kpop like look at all the junky drama surrounding many groups yet i also dgaf about it anymore but wth is going on with that why cant kpop also have one normal year without negative overreactions from their fan bases?

It's all fake and that's why don't focus on the Media too much, you don't know how bad they are living their lives off cameras , I know the sense of feeling not belonging in a generation is the worst but what can we do about it? This is life and me personally I think we should spend it with people that we love in real life , family , friends, going out enjoying life and don't overthink anything whatever is gonna happen will happen don't make yourself tired by things that won't serve you anyway, live the real life have friends and enjoy the moment don't this too much about the future because nobody knows if they are gonna be able to see tomorrow or not , live everyday of your life like it's the last day of it .

Everything you said is right but you're only focusing on the negative side of the things . Start searching for something that gives you happiness, something real , something you can build yourself again from , no matter what is but build a life that can serve you , anything you want on your mind do it if it's hard face it and win over it , what I learned in life that there's nothing impossible

And there's always bad people out there that only care for money and will do anything for it and in kpop too this is everywhere but let them do whatever they do only think about you , because thinking about them will only give you the negative energy that people wanted to affect people with and you can see it's happening , when you focus on people with bad energies you got bad energy, when you focus on people with beautiful energies you will get a beautiful energy, this is exactly how it happens

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10th April 2023

woke up today and carlos, vienna, and zoe had already left so i missed them. was really disappointed and think it hit me harder because I'd had such a shit night sleep with that stupid fucking flashing light in my room so i was nearly in tears about it.

also had to go see dad today which was a huge fucking drain. sat around all morning with mum and charlie chatting, maddy was sleeping and so was nevie. felt good chatting just the three of us. mum made us tea. maddy woke up then nevie and we hung out for a bit longer before i went and got ready for lunch

drove out to Tracey's place and dad had picked up rebecca, will and harry from Toowoomba this morning for a lunch. nana, pop, and uncle allan were there too, along with fred and one of Tracey's weirdo friends

i was and have been feeling really resentful towards dad and how pathetic he is recently. my relationship i had with nick breaking up brought a lot of perspective and a lot of things i started to not like in nick, i was recognising in dad and still am and starting to see that he's let me down and hasnt been there for me my whole life. lucky i have nevie otherwise id be all colours of fucked up lmao

lunch wasnt as bad as id been expecting which is good. was nice catching up with rebecca and will, nana funnily enough also wanted to catch up which was weird???

Tracey's a fucking lunatic like always, drunk like always, embarrasses dad and fred like always

fred is big now, 17 and in year 12. working and saving up, bought his own car and is doing fiji and airlie beach for schoolies

will is cute and i wanna eat him up. pop apparently had a huge cardiac event two weeks ago that charlie and i weren't told about and apparently he even has leukaemia? only told maddy who told us on the way home

came back and unloaded to mum, hung out my washing and we all had dinner after maddy and charlie left (charlie in my car, getting a speeding ticket lol)

watched 2 eps shrinking then sat up chatting with mum about rebecca and how she need to be accountable for how she acted when she left

spoke about maxine and how she's manipulative and it's so scary and heartbreaking to look back and second guess every interaction youve had with your sister over your life

before bed, mum and nevie sorted out that stupid fucking flashing light so i should sleep well tonight

i dont get lonely, but man i need to get laid lmao it's been over 6 months and im dreaming about blackbird era taron egerton geeze

rating for the day = 5/10

breakfast: spaghetti

lunch: chicken breadrolls and salad

dinner: chips and eggs

POTD: my nephew will and i, and the cat being creepy

#blog post #cat #nephew #10042023

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yawnjunn · 2 years

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lovesick - hueningkai

summary: with idol kai debuting at a young age (17), he never gets to experience the 'love' life, until he met you not long ago, keeping your relationship a secret from the public and having to sneak out just to only see each other like 2 teens in love

inspired by one of their songs "0x1=lovesong"

AND also bcs i miss blonde kai era

╰┈➤ hueningkai × gn!reader

╰┈➤ pronouns: they/them

╰┈➤ warnings: you and kai having kdrama moments so FLUFF!!!

*apologies if theres any grammar error*

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you are currently waiting at the main lobby of the hybe building, at 11.30pm, waiting for your boyfriend, kai to show up since he asked you to wait for him while he and his members finishes up their last dance practice at late night

but little did you know, as soon as you texted kai that you were already at the lobby, waiting for him, he smiled from ear to ear, clearly getting excited to see his lover

his smile got the attention of his leader, aka soobin

mhm soobin had guessed it...

"kai, you're seriously going to ditch our practice for them? you already hang with them yesterday at 1 am and came back home at 6 resulting you to miss our morning practice, our comeback is around the corner and you better start taking care of your health more" soobin scolded him, pointing at him at every word he said (yasss soobin showing his leader side)

but scolding has become normal for kai these days

does he ever listen to his hyungs? yes

but does he ever follow what his hyungs says? never

kai took ALL his hyungs advices as a joke, this kind of behavior would only get his members annoyed

his mind is only on for this one person, which is you

while soobin was scolding him, kai was smiling like an idiot the entire time as he thought of your beautiful face, even tho he already saw you like yesterday

kai smiling like an idiot got his members wondering if THE hueningkai is crazy enough to be smiling while getting...scolded?

soobin kept on scolding him, telling him how he should be focusing on their comeback first instead of you but kai wasnt listening at all, he was already getting his jacket, ready to leave without soobin noticing

"Im sorry hyung but this is the last time i'll meet them, i promise i'll focus on our comeback after this" kai happily said knowing this is definitely NOT his last time seeing you

"where the hell do you think youre going? we havent finished practicing yet" yeonjun said in a serious tone, crossing his arms together

kai slowly grab the door handle from behind him and dashed out of the door

this caused yeonjun to chase him down the hall

"YAH! HUENINGKAI!" he said breathlessly as he kept on chasing kai, down the stairs, down the escalator etc. with all the staffs watching them thinking they might just be playing

as yeonjun got to the lobby, not only he saw kai running for his damn life.....but he also saw that kai was holding the hand of y/n as they both passed through the exit door, running away together

at this point, he should just give up trying to drag kai back and instead let the two lovers have fun, yeonjun thought

ANYWAYS back to the young couple...

"what was that about?" you gasped for air as you settle down yourself after running hand in hand with your boyfriend

"yeonjun hyung chased me down so that i wouldnt escape practice" kai said clearly out of breath, while chuckling in between

"you escaped practice AGAIN? i couldve wait for you till youre finished"

"you couldve wait, yes. but could i wait? no" kai sassily replied

you were never a sporty person, so you being a lazy mf, you THANKFULLY found a bench that is only 5 steps away from where you stand and sat down, fanning yourself in the most dramatic way

kai chuckled as he watched you being dramatic, "and this is why i never invite you to jog with me"

you gave him a glare, but he only brushed it off before sitting beside you, looking up at the full moon above you guys

"our comeback is really near, i'll be busy for this comeback you know, which means all my schedules are full, which also means no dates for us" he gave you a sad smile before continuing," and to be honest i just want a nice long break" he sigh before closing his eyes with his head still facing up

you turned your head to look at him, admiring his side profile, his clear skin but most importantly his newly dyed blonde hair (HUENINGKAI'S BLONDE ERA WOOOHOO)

you had been OBSESSED with his new hair for this comeback, it made him a whole different person.. well just by appearance, he is still the hueningkai you know tho <33

you scoot a little bit closer to him, linking your arm with his, resting your head on his shoulder, just the way he likes

his heart beats even faster the moment you lay your head on his shoulder, look, he may be your boyfriend but he still gets those butterfly feelings around you yk

kai smoothly laid his head on top of yours, with him still smiling

"lets not talk about your work okay? tonight is just about us" you gently lift your head to face him, now with both your hands in his hands, fingers interwined

he gave you a single nod and a soft smile in return

you knew him talking about his work would make him even more stress, so you stopped him from talking any further

kai was now zoning out, facing the ground, probably thinking about something...thats when you instantly knew he was STILL thinking about his work, his group's comeback, all the scoldings he'd get from all of his members etc.

"kai-ah" you said, squishing his face without hesitation, which made him giggle of how cute your sudden action was

"Im not thinking about work, i promise" now its his turn squishing your face as a payback which made both of you laugh

suddenly a drop of water hit kai's eye signaling that it was about to rain

"Its about to rain soon. kai, we gotta go" you quickly stood up from the bench, pulling your 6'0 boyfriend's arm

but as expected, you? A small person trying to pull this man? pfft no way

"y/n, can we stay for a bit? Its too comfortable here" kai was obviously putting all his weight on the bench, making you struggle even more trying to pull him

"i don't want my hair to get wet, i just showered today so lets gooo" you whined at him but only to receive a smirk from him

the rain is now starting to pour little by little, droplets of rain were now visible in yours and kai's clothes

kai noticed this and quickly unzipped his jacket, as if he was rushing to take it off from his body....you wondered what he was trying to do

just then, he put the jacket hood over your head trying to cover your head since you said you didn't want to get your hair wet (soft huening vibess)

kai held your hand, while your other hand was holding the hood of the jacket so that it wouldnt slip from your head

kai was running along with you, in the rain and trying his best to find a place to drop by as a shelter

...and so you guys ended up entering a convinience store

"never thought running in the rain would be fun" kai smiled at you as he tried drying his hair by ruffling it

"It was fun, i gotta admit...but your hair, its wet!"

"I dont care about my hair, as long as yours is still dry" he sheepishly smile at you

you were in awwww, this man couldnt get any precious 🥺

you uncovered the jacket from your head and put it on kai's head instead, rubbing his hair, trying to dry it with the jacket

"we could've shared the jacket to cover ourselves you know.." you said

"i know but i dont really care about me getting wet anyways BUT now that we're here...can we eat some ramen? my treat i promise" kai grinned at you waiting for your approval

"hmm alright, but tell me if youre short of money, i can help you pay" you offered

but kai shook his head as a response, "there's no need for that"

"mhmm sure"

"sit over there y/n, i'll be right back" he pointed at the long table that is attached to the big glass window near the enterance with a row of perfectly arranged stools

you walked over to the table and sat down on of the stools, patiently waiting for kai while you scroll down through your phone

kai later then came back with 1 iced drink on his left hand and a cup of ramen on his right hand, handing the drink to you first

"i got you some peach iced tea and some ramen" he carefully placed the hot steaming ramen on the table

the thing is....he only bought ONE drink and ONE ramen?...is he not gonna eat or even drink?, you worried

"um...kai, you didn't bought anything for yourself?" you furrowed your eyebrows in confuse

"hm? no no...its not that i dont want to buy one for myself, its just that...i wanted to share with you, you know...like those cliche couples.." he rub the back of his neck and blushed real hard till you can see his pinkish cheeks

you were about to burst into laughter cause of his cuteness, "no wonder you get clingy around your members when im not around"

kai gave you a confused look, "who told you that....was it beomgyu hyung? no?"

"hm?? nothing nothing" you quickly change the subject, changing your focus onto the ramen infront of you

you scoop a mouthful of ramen onto the chopsticks you were using and brought it close to kai's mouth

"say ahhh", you teased him which made him smile at you before opening his mouth to eat the ramen

after few seconds of him chewing, all of sudden, he coughed uncontrollably, which means he mightve swallowed too fast or swallowed a big chunk of food

you quickly take your drink and point the mouth of the straw to his mouth, which he automatically put it in his mouth, drinking your peach iced tea

"you shouldn't swallow too quickly, you'd choke" you sigh wiping his mouth with a napkin

while you were wiping his mouth, he admired you closely without you noticing

he has this stars in his eyes everytime he looks at you

"you took good care of me when i couldn't even took care of myself while preparing for our next comeback...thank you" he gave you a soft smile, a sincere smile

"of course, i'll be here for you always" you gave him a smile before giving him a peck on his lips

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after you both finished your food and drink, you both had bought an umbrella to share cause guess what? It's still raining heavily outside

so here you guys are, walking together, side by side under one umbrella- which kai offered to hold ofc

you linked your arm into his and layed your head on his shoulder while walking down the pavement

"you know..being with you actually made my stress gone" kai proudly said

"really? then i should be with you ALLL the time, even in the bathrooms" you sarcastically said

"thats actually not a bad idea.." he smirked at you

this caused you to hit his shoulder lightly

"but seriously...you're coming to watch our comeback stage, right?"

"yeah yeah i will, you better do your best on that stage, break that damn stage mr.huening"

"break that damn stage? hmm...for you, i will, mr/mrs huening" he winked playfully at you

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clementinesjourney · 3 years

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Big, bad, handsome man

A.N. Hi guys! I had this idea over the weekend that i'll occasionally do oneshots based on music (or the lyrics of it) with different characters. If you have any request, don't hesitate to hit me up! <3

Pairing: biker!henry cavill x reader

Words: 5,5k

Warnings: smut, sex, oral (f recieving) kidnapping, killing, cuts, injuries ( sorry for being so dramatic lol)

Music it was based on: Imelda May - Big bad handsome man

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You were a singer at a jazz bar. It didn't pay much, but you managed. Your rented apartment was a few blocks from the bar, so you mostly just walked. You sang 3-4 nights a week, along with your pianist Tony. It was mostly old songs, slow, sexy, they were about love, heartbreak... You did mostly slow songs, in pretty, long, skintight dresses, sometimes laying over the top of the piano... Just like you would see in every movie... The main character walks into a dimly lit bar, where the woman of his dreams are singing slowly, seducing everybody in the bar without even knowing in her shiny dress and high heels, cigarette smoke slowly swirling around. All that jazz. It was a small club, mainly filled with rich people, occasionally bikers that missed this whole era, or just simply born in the wrong one. You certainly felt like that. You only liked older music, you liked your hair and makeup more pin-up-ish, you wore dresses all the time, and you loved this singer lifestyle. Your boss hired a new manager who would be in charge of new songs, or musicals in production. You didn't hate it fully, you could always convince him to pick songs from Chicago or pieces like that. So now you were in your dressing room with a robe above your bodysuit, and stockings, since you needed to dance as well. Really it started to feel like Moulin Rouge, minus the nip patches and occasional nudity. Which you were thankful for. You weren't a virgin, but you hated showing more than what you were comfortable with. Hell, you would never wear a bodysuit with stockings if it wasnt for the fact that your boss Stephen threatened to fire you if you wouldn't.

The regulars cheered when you appeared on the dimly lit stage. You started to sing and dance along with the dancers. The night's song was Cellblock tango from Chicago. All the chattering in the bar stopped, and all eyes were on you. You couldn't see but a biker in the back, dressed in black jeans, black button downs, and black leather jacket were listening, as he did for the past month. You occasionally caught eachother's gazes while you pretended to pay attention to the old men who were hitting on you. Looking at this handsome hunk of a man with a smile, the flirting of others seemed even more annoying.

Sometimes he just smiled back, sometimes you saw his jaw clenching as an old man (they could've been your grandpa c'mon) placed a hand on the small of your back, trying to buy you a drink.

You never drank. You weren't a light drinker, but you weren't willing to give them a chance to drug you or anything. They mostly kept their distance but it wasn't a nice neighbourhood... You certainly didn't need to add kidnapping to your list of bad things that happened to you over the years.

The next night there was a new, fat old man, he had security with him, and requested that you sang Funny Honey, by Roxie Hart, and wear the nearly see through, silvery sequin dress he sent to your dressing room. He wanted a private show, but he also wanted everyone to know that it's a dress he bought and it's a song he requested. Kind of marking his territory. He seemed dangerous, so you had to agree. After you finished with the song, you thanked the audience, and left to change into a more comfortable dress.. However Steve stood in front of you, blocking your way to the back.

-He wants to talk to you (y/n).

-I'll just change and be right there Steve..

-No, he wants you to wear the dress all night.

-Might as well put a collar on my neck wouldn't he?

-I'm sorry hun, but he's a mobster, we can't really say no to him.

You sighed and turned around, suddenly nervous about the man.

When he saw you approach, he extended a hand towards you, which you tried to shook.

-Thank you for the generous gift sir, i hope you enjoyed the song. I'm (y/n).

-It is my pleasure darling. - as he took your hand, and instead of shaking it, he put a sloppy kiss on the top of it, eye never leaving yours. After it he still didn't let go of your hand, suddenly yanking you into his lap. You shrieked by the sudden act, Steve and Tony standing more straight on their posts, ready to help you of if anything goes wrong. The biker's jaw clenching hard, hand lightly grazing the pistol under his arm. He didn't like the mobster's gaze and hands on you at all.

-Sir, it is not a striptease club, nor a whorehouse, let me go. - you said as you tried to stand up from the hold of the mobster.

-Oh darling.. i paid a good deal for that dress, and for your boss to have you sing the song i wanted. You're basically mine for the night.. - he said with a smirk that was even more alarming and disgusting than before.

-Is this how you treat women around you Mr. Smith? - the biker asked. You had to squeeze your thighs together upon hearing his low voice. You looked at him with tears in your eyes that threatened to escape. He knew he had to save you from the man, he saw how shaken you were.

-It is none of your business Cavill, go back to your dogs, and leave my territory. As for the pretty lady in my lap, i think i have paid the price for a night.

-It is not your territory, and this is certainly not a whorehouse..

-Is she your girl or what? I don't see a collar on her, nor any marks.. I'm sure her boss would agree... well, he wouldn't have a choice if he wanted to keep this bar anyways..

Now you were silently sobbing in the man's lap. Shoudlers still tense from his hand on your back, terrified of what he want's do to yo.

-I am pretty sure she would sing just as well under me... maybe i'll let my men have a go too...

-okay, THAT'S it. Let her go and i won't bust your head you filthy bastard. - said Henry as he took your hand, and lead you behind him, pointing the gun to the mobster's head.

You stood behind him, quietly sobbing, and holding his leather jacket as if it was a safety net, when Steve came over.

-There is no need for this gentemen. Whatever business you have with eachother i must ask you to take it outside. This is a respectable bar. - he said as he looked between the two men.

Henry took off his jacket, put it over your shoulder so you could hide yourself, before snaking a hand around your waist, holding you close as he led you out of the bar. You were still shaking as you two arrived to his bike. He sat on it, holding a helmet to you.

-C'mon i'll take you home. - He said, as you continued to stood there, legs rooted to the ground. - not mine, yours... don't worry i have no ill intentions.. just wanna make sure you make it home safe..

You silently nod, took the helmet, and sat behind him on the bike. He smiled at how thight you held onto him as you two were riding towards your apartment. Soon enough you arrived, and you couldn't help but ask as you handed back the helmet:

-How did you know i live here?

-I... i.. not to seem creepy, but this is Red Jaw territory, and that man back in the bar is a mobster, who's famiglia is trying to take a hold of either our territory or any resource we have. A few women disappeared since... So i... um had some of my men keep an eye on you, keep you safe... That is how.

-But why Mr. Cavill? i am nobody.. i don't understand..

-Henry's fine. also, i've been admiring your voice since i stepped into that bar. That is enough reason for me to keep you safe.

You couldn't help yourself. His eyes were soft, he rescued you, he had his man keep you safe. You should've been angry because of strangers following you, but somehow you just felt safer.. There was something about him. He was gentle, respectful, and so damn handsome. You smiled a bit at his worried expression, and stepped closer, you saw him flinch a bit, as if he was afraid you'd slap him for having his men following you, but instead you lean down, planted a kiss on his right cheek

-Thank you then... Henry. - you smiled at him before turn to unlock your door. When you stepped inside, you closed and locked your door, and put your back to it, heart beating fast. You had two days off since Steve though it would be best if you rest a bit. Tony called you to tell you that after you left the bar, 5 bikers came in, dragged the mobster and his men out, and beat the shit out of them, making them promise not to ever step into their territory again, let alone as much as look at you. It warmed your heart. Then you looked at the leather jacket on your couch. You wondered when will you be able to return it.

You decided to go to the cafe nearby that your best friend owned. You barely had time to do it, so it seemed a good way to relax and forgot about the maffia for a bit. You told him about the recent events, and also you couldn't help but rave about Henry a bit. You were laughing on some joke your friend said, when she looked behind you, and with a smirk she stood up saying she has to go check on the kitchen, leaving you there. That is when Henry took her seat, smiling at you sweetly.

-Oh, hey Henry. How are you? I uh.. i forgot to give back your jacket, if you'll just give me an adress i'd send it back.. - you rambled as he took your hand, and placed a kiss on the back of it. It wasn't sloppy, and the way he kept eye contact with you the whole time had you feel butterflies in your stomach, and blush.

-Hey (Y/n), and oh it is okay, you can give back whenever. I liked it better on you anyways. - he said with a wink and he let go of your hand. You blushed ever harder if that was even possible.

-I was wondering if you... maybe would like to ... um.. can i show you something? - he asked. It was adorable that he was this huge, muscly, man to be feared, yet when he talked to you he was soft, he rambled, as if nervous of you declining.

-Sure, i'll just need to drop the groceries back home then i'm free for the day. - you said with a smile. You left a few dollars on the table, and stood up, as he took the bag of groceries from your hand.

-oh you don't have to..

-I insist. Pretty women like you shouldn't carry around this much stuff alone. - you smiled at him as he said this, lacing your hand with his arm as you walked towards your apartment. You felt him tense when you did it, but then he relaxed into it with a smile. You saw a few bikers along the way, one was parked just outside your house.

-Don't worry they are all friends. The boss of the mobster from the other night threatened us, so i... um.. i increased the security around your house.

-Am i in danger? why?

-Well... maybe.. and look i'm not gonna deny it, nor do i wanna scare you, but i like you.. that is enough for my enemies. If you don1t wanna do anything with me it is alright.. I'll won't bother you then. - he siad as he took your hands in his, setting the groceries in front of your door.

-No it is okay, i'm just not familiar with your world... Can we just.. um.. take it slow?

-Of course we can angel. - he smiled at you. - i'll wait for you outside.

You went inside, smiling. You put away your groceries, changed into a dark blue dress (insp: dress) then went out only to see Henry look at you in awe. He handed you a helmet, you handed him his jacket, then once again you two drove off somewhere while you clutched him tightly. His scent reaching your nose, and you welcomed it with a smile, hugging him from behind a little thighter. He smiled and caressed your hand over his ribs. You drove for a good half hour to arrive at a small mountain. He took your hand and led you towards the top of it, where a blanket and a picnic basket awaited you two, looking over a lake, under the setting sun. It was like a dream. You slowed down to take the view in.

-This is so beautiful.

-Thank you. This is my secret hiding place.

-Is this one of your -how to impress a girl- moves? - you said with a raised eyebrow.

-Not really, no.. But if it was... is it working? - he looked at you with a smirk.

-Maybe. - you said as you sat down next to him on the blanket, while he fished a bottle of wine and two glasses from the basket. He handed you one, and filled a bit of white wine into it, then into his as well.

For a while you were sitting there in silence watching the sunset, sipping your wine.

-This is nice. Thank you for bringing me.

-It is my pleasure. I know it is nothing fancy, but i figured you might be more into this kind of date.

-You couldn't have been more right... -you said as you laid down, looking at the orange and dark blue and purply clouds above you. He looked at you, before laying beside you, with a hand under his head.

-What brought you to this part of the city? - he asked after some time.

-Well... my parents abandoned me, left me at my grandparents. I was 17 when they died. They got caught in a shooting between local gangs. Wrong time, wrong place. Then i came to this small city, on the other side of the country to try and somehow make a living. I wasn't confident enough for stripping, nor smart enough for some firm to work at, altho i am quite good with finances, i always help Steve with the books, i was a bartender at first, but when after a busy night he caught me singing while mopping the floor, he asked me if i would sing.. The rest is history.

-Was last time the first he nearly sold you?

-It was.. i.. he is in a thight point. We don't have bouncers, we could never really pay for them.. but it was also a first time somebody requested a private show. He sent that skimpy dress, i felt so naked, so exposed...

-I think you looked amazing... but if it were me i wouldn't let anybody else see you in it..

-i.. um...

-Sorry, i didn't mean to overstep.. But you really were beautiful.

-Thank you..

He looked at you, and you noticed it from the corner of your eye. You turned to your side and stared into his eyes. He was inching closer, your noses nearly touching when his phone rang. With a sigh, he sat up, picking it up.

-I am really sorry to cut our first date so short doll... business came up. Come let me take you home. - he said apologetically, as he took your hand to help you stand up. Walking back to the motorbike in silence.

It was already dark by the time you arrived at your front door. This time he walked you straight to your door.

-Thank you for coming with me doll. When will i see you again?

-I'll be singing again the day after tomorrow. Thank you for taking me with you, i really enjoyed it.

-Then i'll see you then. - he said with a smile, staring into your eyes, occasionally on your lips, as he slowly wet his lips, as if he was hungry.

You felt yourself blushing, but excited. Since you knew he would only dare to kiss you if you'd allow, you took the initiative, and gave a small kis to his lips, before smiling entering your apartment. Your heart fluttered, you couldn't be any more red, nor excited to be able to sing to him again.

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Your workday came fast enough. You wore a burgundy dress, strapless, had a slit up your thigh, your hair in waves like back in the 40's, your only makeup was black winged eyeliner and a dark red lip, as oyu entered the stage. There was a single guitarist up with you this time, everything dark, the only light was on you, making you even more gorgeous if it was possible. You saw Henry and his men sitting in the back, Henry's eyes only on you. As you smirked and started to sing.. you kept this song for the occasion if you ever found a man worthy of it..

"The man is tall bad, mean and good looking, And he’s got me in his eye When he looks at me, I go weak at the knees Got me going like no other guy.."

He lifted an eyebrow, and shoot you a playful smirk, as one of his men playfully hit his arm.

"With his rugged good looks, yeah, he’s got me hooked Got me where he wants me to be With his arms so wide, he pulls me in by his side He’s the kind of guy that does it for me"

You walk around with the mic in your hands, swaying your hips seductively, give a little attention to every man in your way, just to.... well.. to not make it too obvious.. Just when you reach the biker's table, you got to the chorus part, as you circle them, and sit in Henry's lap, as you sang, his eyes never leaving yours, as his hands snaked around your waist.

"My big bad handsome man, yeah He’s got me in the palm of his hand He’s the devil divine, I’m so glad that he’s mine Cause he’s my big bad I’m so glad that he’s my handsome man, hmmm"

With that you got up, leaving him behind, going back to the stage for a final round of chorus before thanking the audience, and recieving the loudest clapping and cheering you ever got, Henry smiling wickedly. You knew why he was smiling like that, and why were his ears red as a tomato... You felt it under your butt as you sat in his lap. That's what made you confident enough to pull it off. You were back in your dressing room, only in stockings, a pair of lace panties and lace underwear under your black silky robe when you heard a knock.

-It's open. - you said as you took off your earrings and necklace.

Henry entered, immediately picking you up, swirling around with you pushed close to his chest before putting you down, still really really close... Arms around your waist, pulled flush to him, while you giggled and put two hands on his chest.

-hooked huh? - he asked before putting a hand on the back of your neck, kissing you softly.

- Who wouldn't be? -was all you managed to whisper before he captured your lips again, more passionately this time.

Your hands snaking around his neck, as his hands roamed around you, careful not to touch any really private parts. When you pulled apart he pushed his forehead on yours, eyes still closed.

-I should go.. It is really hard to think straight with you wearing barely anything.. - he kissed you again, it was quick and soft, before he headed for the door. - i'll meet you at our table yea?

-Yea.. - you said smiling at him, while playing the hem of your robe.

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When you dressed up, and got your payment from Steve for the night, you headed to the guys table earning whistles from the bikers as you sat beside Henry, and he pulled you into his side, kissing just under your ear.

The rest of the night went quickly. Drinking a few glass of wine, hearing stories of Henry and the rest of the guys, laughing around. When the bar closed, Henry of course offered to take you home. This time the memory of the sweet kisses he gave you, and his invading scent, his jacket around you, the muscles under his shirt, had you squeezing your thighs together as much as you could, completely forgetting that he could feel it as he basically sat between your legs on the bike. He had a hard time controlling himself and not just stop somewhere and have you. The glimpses of the fabric under your robe came into his mind, the way you sat on his lap, your sweet perfume in his nose... It was nearly too much. By the time you arrived in front of your apartment you were confident enough to take the initiative. You got off from behind him, and walked over to sit on his bike, and mainly his lap from the front, kissing him passionately. You felt his growing erection through his pants as you grinded on him to get some friction.

- Keys - he whispered, and you handed him the keys before you slowly kissed under his ear, earning a growl. His arms thightened around you as he stood up, carrying you towards your apartment with your legs around his waist. He closed the front door and pushed you to it, still effectively carrying you easily as if you'd weigh nothing, never breaking the kiss. You tried to bite back the moans, but you couldn't as your clit rubbed non-stop on his bulge trough the thin fabric of your panties, and his jeans. He was sure he would like to hear more of them, as if they were even more pretty then when you sang. You started to take off his shirt button by button, slowly revealing the godlike body he had. How was he even real, and how did you get so lucky. His chest was well built, a bit hairy, just perfect.

You didn't think you could ever get enough of him. Even though you both wanted it badly, he controlled himself, and all you two did was kissing and grinding through your underwears.. You smiled at it. It was so so nice that he didn't just fucked you then left. In fact, you thought he would leave anyway, and you'd never speak again. The next morning when you woke up, you saw him still in your bed, next to you, with an arm around your waist.

-Mmmmm, good morning princess. - he said groggily while holding you closer, that made you giggle.

-Good morning handsome. I'm glad you didn't leave.

-Jesus i would be stupid to ever leave.. C'mere.. - he said as he pulled you on top of him. You were only wearing your panties and his shirt, which only went to midthigh. His hands slowly caressing them up and down, going slightly under the shirt, to rub your butt, making you grind on him. - I like my shirt better on you as well...

-As well? - you chuckled

-Well... my jacket too, not to mention how you look without any of it... - he said and you felt his dick twitch in his briefs, making you squeeze your thighs a bit.

-If you keep squeezin' like that i won't be able to hold back...

You slowly leaned down to kiss his lips, biting his lower lip as he growled and squeezed your butt with both hands. - It's a dangerous game you play princess...

-Is it? - you whispered as you started to grind on him, while kissing down his neck.

-Jesus woman... - was all he said before turning you over and towering over you, between your parted legs. His shirt opened, showing your perfect breasts, and lace panties as you smiled at him wickedly.

He kissed you hungrly, all tongue and teeth, before kissing over your neck, down the valley of your breasts, through your stomach, until you could feel his hot breath through your panties. He nudged his nose to your clit, making you moan.

-Already soo wet for me huh? What do you want baby... ? Want me to help?

You moaned and nodded only.

-Imma need words... - he said while planting soft kisses on your inner thighs.

-Henry.. please.. you whispered as he licked a stripe on the side of your fold, where the panties didn't cover the skin making you moan and arch your back.

-Please, i need you... touch me please... - you begged, earning a smirk from him, before he removed your panties painfully slow. He kissed along your legs, only to end again with his breath fanning your aching cunt. He licked along your slit a few times, before gathering your slick with a finger, that he inserted before he continued circling your clit with his toungue. This alone was nearly too much. He soon insterted another finger, curling them perfectly to hit that spongy spot deep inside that had you see stars. After you came undone under him, he came up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, while his thumb was rubbing circles lazily on your nub.

- Such a good girl, god you're so sweet, so beautiful when you come undone... I want to see your face next time...

-Henry.. i need... i need to feel you... please..

-Oh, anything my princess wants.. - he said before lining himself up to your etrance, gathering some slick, slapping your oversensitive clit a few times, before slowly entering your waiting heat. You both moaned at the feeling. When you adjusted to his size, he started to move, slowly increasing his pace, with occasional kisses anywhere he could reach. When your walls started to flutter around him again you closed your eyes, but he put an arm around your neck, and said between thrusts -Look me in the eyes while you cum around my cock baby.. I wanna see your pretty face.. - and it was enough for you to cum around his cock, squeezing it so thight, he could barely move, with a few thrusts he halted, and you could feel the spurts of white inside you, before he pulled out and laid beside you, gathering you in his arms.

-You're so perfect.. - he whispered, kissing you lovingly. You spent a few hours laying, talking to eachother before he got a call.

-Please don't leave the house princess, i need to take care of something, my men will be here guarding you as usual, but.. just for safety, please don't leave today.

-But i need to work Henry...

-You can't today, it is too risky.. i can't let you...

-But i am gonna be fired.. what am i gonna do then?

-You don't need to work baby...

-What do you mean i don't need to work? Do you think just cause i'm with you i'll simply transform into a housewife and not work anymore? How will i pay for my rent? - you shouted as you banged the door close. You knew he was just trying to protect you, but you couldn't lose your job.

You were just about finishing your song, when you saw him barging in angryly, and gulping down a whiskey in one. You didn't look at him after, you just left for your dressing room. When you closed the door, a hand flew around you, another to your mouth to muffle your scream.

-Now pretty girl, we will go, and i'm gonna get my private show i have paid for last time, you will sing like a pretty little bird, then scream my name every day, every hour until i had enough of that pussy.. then i'll toss you to my men.. - he said dragging you out the back door.

By the time Henry got to your room, he found it empty, and heard the backdoor close shut.

-Fuck. - he muttered before taking out his pistol and leaving through the back door. The last thing he saw before the van left screeching was you kicking, struggling as they threw you into the back of the van.

The bikers followed the van, but your kidnappers got away anyway. When the van came to a halt in the backyard of a mansion, a woman with apologetic look came, and put a leash on you. A freaking leash.. You couldn't help but sob silently. The man who kidnapped you took the leash with a wicked grin as he tugged you towards the etrance. God, you wished you'd have been listening to Henry..

-Come pet, i'll show you how a real man does it, not your pathetic little biker..

-He's no... - was all that came out of your mouth before your cheek began to sting as he slapped you hard.

-a good pet only talks when asked. be good and shut up... I'm only interested in your moans and screams... - he said as he pushed you on the bed in the dark room. Two men caught your hands and tied it to the bed, then moved to catch your legs, to stop you from kicking, opening them wide. You heard commotion in the yard. Your kidnapper sent the other two men to check on it, while the two were still holding your legs apart for the old man.

-So pretty, i bet you're thight too... - he said as he inched closer with a knife. Slowly grazing your thigh, giving you little cuts as you scream at him..

-STOP... PLEASE STOP... - as you cry from the pain. Your thighs have numerous cuts, so does your chest and even your face has one, and now he is slowly aiming for your panties, with the intention of cutting them off. You're barely loosing blood, but he smudged it where he could, only adding to the pain. Just as he was about to cut the side of your panties the door burst open and he is shot. You cry in shock, with eyes closed. Trembling cause of the pain and the fear.

-Jesus... call the boss, NOW. - you hear, then suddenly a familiar scent hit you, as your hands and legs are released.. you scream and kick, not opening your eyes.

-Princess... it's me.. you're safe.. please look at me... baby... - you hear as you feel the fabric of a familiar jacket being put around you, as strong arms carry you, keeping you close, occasionally kissing your head. Then it all went black.

The next time you woke up, you were in a bed, way comfier than yours. Your eyes shoot open, looking around the unfamiliar room. You notice that your cut's were treated, and bandaged carefully. Then you hear a shower nearby to stop. You climb higher on the bed, only your eyes out of the blanket as you watch the door open in fear. Then you see Henry in nothing but a towel loosely around his waist.

-Good morning love. Do you feel any pain? Do you need painkillers, or should i call the doctor? - he said with a soft, worried look on his face.

-No. im.. i'm alright.. Thank you for saving me.. i thought... i thought... - words got cought in your throat as you sarted to cry. He got closer and hugged you close, trying to console you. - i'm sorry i didn't listen to you.. i'm so sorry...

-No princess... i should've been more careful.. i'm sorry i didn't protect you..

-Please don't leave me Henry... pplease. - you clung to his neck, hiding your face. - i.. i know i'm not pretty anymore... and i understand if you don't want me as your woman anymore.. just please don't leave me alone now..

He hooked a finger under your chin to make you look into his eyes.

-Doll... you are the prettiest woman i ever set my eyes upon. I would never leave you. You might be upset with me.. but the guys are bringing your stuff here now. I want to keep you close. i want you to be mine..

-You really want me?

-Yes princess... i really want you. Will you be mine forever?

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