teamfortresstwo · 1 year ago
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Saw a post say something along the lines of shanks being Luffy’s final boss or something like that and I’m just like. ‘But. But he’s just some guy. He’s just a silly little guy 🥺🥺’
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algae-tm · 5 months ago
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MATCH MY FREAK
Max Verstappen x Heiress! reader
You have a reputation for being high maintenance, Max thinks you’re perfect (oneshot)
Author’s Note: if you can’t tell I have major writers block on my kill bill series… this is why you plan folks! I’ve kinda written myself into a corner. However, I love doing these lil oneshots so here’s another :)
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user1 : a rich man yet all your exes say you bleed them dry
— user3 : at that point it’s a skill issue… if they knew they couldn’t keep up they shouldn’t have started dating her
— user1 : you females will defend each other no matter how in the wrong you are. — user3 : not fighting with a dude who calls women females
—user1 : lmao cause you know you’re wrong
user5 : I think oomf on twitter was right, she likes lavish things so she buys them and the men in her life are threatened.
— maxverstappen1 : couldn’t be me I’m very secure in my masculinity!
— user5 : MAX VERSTAPPEN!!!!??????
— user6 : what is bro doing here
— user8 : y/n’s freshly single and brother decides to shoot his shot lmao 🤣🤣
— user1 : brother run away whilst you can she’ll only drain your energy and your bank account.
— maxverstappen1 : me and my bank account can handle it
carlossainz55 : bro @maxverstappen1 thank you for lending me that 5 million euros after I lost my job! — maxverstappen1 : the least I can do brother!
landonorris : Max Verstappen let me win the Miami gp! — maxverstappen1 : No bro it was all you!
georgerussell63 : hey dude @maxverstappen1 when do you want me to return that lambo you lent me?
— maxverstappen1 : of course you can just keep it!
charles_leclerc : max verstappen saved my mother and my dog from my burning yacht, then gave me his spare yacht cause he felt bad!
— maxverstappen1 : no worries say hi to pascale and Leo for me!
danielricciardo : Max Verstappen is the most passionate lover I’ve ever had!
— maxverstappen1 : bro what? — maxverstappen1 : this is not true!
— user6 : lmao Dan I don’t think you did this correctly…
—danielricciardo : I only speak the truth 🤭
maxverstappen1: oh what a coincidence I am also a rich man, we should talk about our similarities over dinner
lewishamilton : catch flights not feelings
— yourusername : so right lew 🖤
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user23 : isn’t the saying like luxury whispers or something?
— yourusername : why should I whisper? My people deserve to be luxurious loudly!
lewishamilton : I actually have the perfect person to ‘match your freak’ he’s equally as weird as you
— yourusername : 🤨🤨🤨 I’m all ears
— maxverstappen1 : me me me!! He’s talking about me
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yourusername : yeah you did baby!!
danielricciardo : that should be me 😔😔
— yourusername : stop trying to steal my man!
— danielricciardo : he was mine first!!
— user42 : this dynamic is everything
user44 : max actually bagged a baddie??
— user56 : they’re gunna divorce in like 2 years once he realises she’s too high maintenance…
— maxverstappen1 : NUH UH
lewishamilton : for the role I played any children you have should be named Lewis…
— maxverstappen1 : you extorted me!
— lewishamilton : I helped you get the girl!
— yourusername : yeah max, was I not worth the extortion??
— maxverstappen1 : what no, of course you were! I’d be extorted 1 million times for you!
— user65 : wow they really do match each others freak…
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2hightocare · 9 months ago
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INFATUATED!
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“In a world of boys, he’s a gentleman.” — mini series ❦︎
Synopsis: The feeling of finding a person who makes your tummy do cartwheels everyday, no matter what the situation is.
Pairings: nonidol!jungkook x fem!reader
Warnings: super cute duper fluff, jk being the epitome of every girls dream man. Argument, oc crying, Jungkook wasting money on oc, banter, cussing, flirting. Js super cute cliché shit…
a/n: they’re my babies… they’re so ‘tear in my heart’ coded but after this I might be inactive. I have a paper due in three weeks 10 pages long so…. Plus in my free time I’m working on a series that I will drop the teaser and aesthetic maybe later or tmr🤍🤍🤍 enjoy!! Kithes.
Falling in love with Jungkook was so easy that it scared you. He did everything right, and whenever there was something wrong, he would do anything in his power to make it right. You thought it was too good to be true, and he would just disappear into angel dust if you blinked too fast.
“How do you feel?” Your boyfriend moves your hair out of your face, kissing your forehead in the process. “Warm.” You talk about the fever you have. The covers that were wrapped tightly around you are shredded from you. “Hey!” You pout, shaking from how cold you feel even though the air is off and it’s not cold. “You’re not going to get better, baby.” He pouts back at you, holding the covers tightly on his chest as you try to fight back for it.
“I'm freezing,” you whine, your eyelids fluttering shut as his palm touches your face.
“You’re burning, baby,” he lets you know while sighing.
You had gotten sick yesterday, which had started with a sore throat. You had thought when you would have woken up today it would’ve been gone; spoiler: it got worse.
Jungkook makes his way to his kitchen, opening up the gray cabinet in front of him. He pulls out the tray filled with medicine his mom gave him whenever he moved out around four years ago. He pops open the pill container, taking two small white round pills out before grabbing a water bottle and making his way to you, who’s curled up on his couch.
Jungkook feels like shit whenever he can’t do anything to make you feel better. It didn’t matter what it was; he would do anything in his power to make you feel better. Seeing you sick, your face red from how hot you are, your eyes closed, and curled up from how cold you felt had him thinking that if he could take away your sickness and be sick instead, Jungkook would choose that option in an instant.
He hands you the pills and the water bottle and watches you take them one by one. He remembers when you gawked at him when he took 4 pills at once and learned that you have a fear of the pill going down the wrong tube.
He also remembers that you prefer pills and injections instead of just medicine syrup. Which baffled him, to say the least; how could someone prefer an injection instead of just strawberry-flavored syrup? He laughed at you, which you just shrugged because it was the truth; you preferred to get poked by a needle than just drinking something.
“That’s actually crazy.” Jungkook throws his head backwards as a laugh rips out of his chest. “It’s nasty. I don’t care what flavor it is. I would literally throw it up.” You scrunch your nose, remembering the taste of the medicines your parents literally shoved down your throat so you could get better.
“Don’t get me started on how anything medicine strawberry flavored gives me PTSD till this day.” You shiver from the thought, which has your boyfriend laughing at you.
“I can’t breathe,” you say, your voice scratchy from your sore throat as you breathe from your mouth. “I should’ve enjoyed breathing when I could,” you joke, watching your boyfriend's eyes twinkle. They had a small glimmer to them, making you wonder how that could possibly happen and why you haven't seen it before with anyone else.
Jungkook had no clue how he ended up here… with a girl he met in a chemistry class that accidentally dropped sulfuric acid all over the floor alongside the beaker smashing into tiny pieces. He watched how your eyes widened as a small piece of your hair dropped beautifully in front of your face out of the low ponytail. You had tied it with a blue latex glove as a hair tie since you didn’t have one after no one in class had one to let you borrow.
That was two years ago; now here he was taking care of you as you struggled to breathe from your congested nose.
“Can I get my blanket back?” You pout at him, which he only shook his head with a chuckle.
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“Get whatever you want,” Jungkook gave your ass a little tap as you entered the makeup store, your eyes widening from excitement. “Don’t say stuff like that,” you give him a look, which has him tilting your face up with his hand.
“Why, baby?” He chuckles, pecking your pouted lips.
“Because it makes me feel things, duh,” you whisper into his lips. He smiles into your mouth. His lip piercing sends cold shocks through your body that has you playfully shoving him away, remembering where you guys are.
“Get whatever you want, and then we can go to the bookstore,” Jungkook picks up the black and white striped little Sephora bag before pointing in front of you to walk.
You giggled as you started looking for the things that have been sitting in your phone cart for a while now. Jungkook follows behind you, stopping whenever you stop to look at the shelves for something before you drop the product in the basket in your boyfriend's hand.
“That’s really cute,” Jungkook mentions the lipstick tester you have in your hand. “You should get it,” he says, tilting his head at you, watching you open the lid being met with a reddish-dark color.
“Don’t you think it’s too dark?” You look up at your smiling boyfriend.
“What?” You giggle as you stare back at him. “You look beautiful,” he says casually, reaching for your beanie and pulling it down a bit more, fixing it. “You literally want me to die right now,” you joke. “Baby!” Jungkook laughs at the tone of voice you used.
“You can’t keep saying things like that without expecting me to literally melt away,” you lean your body onto him while he wraps his strong hands around your much smaller frame as you look up to him.
“I just say whatever is in my mind at the moment, princess,” he explains, giving your waist a small squeeze, making you squirm as the feeling made you ticklish. “Ah!” You laugh as his fingers dig into your rib cage, tickling you.
You push him away as he tries to continue to tickle your tummy. “Stop!” You laugh, trying to get away as far as you can from him.
Jungkook stops when he sees two girls around your guy's age pass beside you both with judging eyes. “Someone’s mad...” Jungkook whispers into your head as you just shake your head with a laugh.
“Let’s leave, I got everything,” you giggle, intertwining your fingers with him, making your way to the line.
When you guys finally get to the line, you are met with a pretty blonde girl, her dimples carved into her skin when she smiles up at you both. “Hi, is that all?” The girl said, you take notice of her name tag.
“Yes, that's all, thank you,” you smile back. “Find everything you wanted?” Genesis asks, as she starts scanning the products. “Yeah, thanks,” you say, playing with the strings of your hoodie as you see the price rise with each scan.
“Card or cash?” Genesis says, as she points to the credit card reader.
“Card,” Jungkook says before you could reply. He pulls out his black card from the back of the phone case, before scanning it through the white card reader without looking at the price. The machine makes a small sound, “here you go, have a wonderful day!” The girl says ripping the receipt before putting it into the white and black bag, handing it to you.
“Thank you, baby,” you say as you walk out the door of the store, Jungkook smiles at you before shrugging. “The least I could do, princess,” he gives your hand three small squeezes, which feels like he’s squeezing your heart as well. “It was expensive as fuck,” you pout at him. “How much?” He asks, “a thousand.” You cringe, scrunching your nose up at realizing the astonishing price. “That’s it?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow before reaching to the passenger side of his car.
“What! You’re crazy,” you say, giving him a slight swat. You watch as the side of his lips quirk up, making you mirror his actions.
“I love you,” you pout, as he leans into his car. “And I love you so much more,” he says, pulling you into him from your waist.
You tipped toe to reach for his lips, his lips mold with yours perfectly as you both were pieces of a puzzle. “How do you want the kiss?” He asks, giving your waist a squeeze. “What is this, a drive-thru? I get to ask what type of kiss I want,” you giggle, letting your forehead drop onto his chest which rumbles with a laugh.
“You get to ask whatever you want from me,” Jungkook rubs your back softly on top of your thick hoodie. “Oh shit,” your eyes widened as you saw the small print of your makeup on his black shirt when you raised your head upwards. “What?” He looks down to his shirt where you’re rubbing your fingers on the dirty print.
“I just ruined your shirt, baby, ahh!” You freak, which has Jungkook laughing while trying to reassure you that it’s fine and he’ll just wash it when he gets home.
As much as you guys had moments like this, you guys had your disagreements. They weren’t as bad where they ended in screaming matches or end up not talking for days, you guys usually make up the same day before going to bed. Jungkook loathed going to bed whenever you two fought; he felt compelled to make things right before even considering sleep.
“Why are you making me feel bad?” You say, your voice cracking, which echoes the fractures in Jungkook's heart. “I’m not, baby. It’s just... I can’t do anything about it,” Jungkook tries to reason with you.
“She was literally all over you, and you didn’t stop it,” you feel your eyes start to water before staring down at your converse.
“She’s my mom's best friend's daughter; I can’t just tell her to fuck off, y/n. I backed off. I can’t control what she does,” Jungkook raises his voice, a tear falling down your cheek as he addresses you by your first name, a departure from his usual endearments, which feels like a knife to your chest.
“Okay, then,” you nod, tears starting to cascade down, smudging your makeup in the process.
Jungkook's throat tightens; he feels like he can't breathe, feeling like shit. He watches you wipe your tears, small sniffles escaping your mouth. “I’m going to go,” you sniffle, turning your back to him and reaching for your bag.
“No, don't leave, let’s talk this out,” Jungkook implores, turning you around to face him. He reaches for your cheeks, wiping away the tears that continue to fall down your puffy cheeks. “You’re hurting me,” you say, with a sniffle.
“I know. I’m fucking sorry, baby,” he feels his heart racing, wanting to die for making you feel bad for caring about him.
“Why didn’t you push her away or say something? You made me look fucking stupid, Jungkook,” you cry, recalling the pang of feeling as Kailey flirted with him in front of his family, and he did nothing to stop it, leaving you feeling small and insignificant.
“I’m so sorry, baby,” he kisses away your tears, trying to soothe the ache in your heart. “I promise I’ll shove her off whenever I see her, and if I have the chance to avoid her, I will,” he whispers into your cheek with each kiss he leaves on your face.
“Promise?” You whisper, finally meeting his worried eyes.
“Promise, baby,” he whispers back, holding eye contact with your red, puffy eyes.
“I hate making you cry; please forgive me,” Jungkook pulls you into him, hugging you tightly as if afraid you'll slip away. “I forgive you, just don’t do it ever again,” you sniffle into his chest, feeling the throb in your heart melt away.
“I love you,” he says, swaying you both in the middle of his living room.
“I love you,” you sniffle.
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"But the Maze Runner is so good," you literally whine at your boyfriend, who is in the middle of changing his shirt.
"Yeah, but not as good as Spiderman," he says, poking his head out the shirt hole with a grin.
"Okay, true, but the Maze Runner is just as good; you need to read the book to understand," you mumble, trying to separate a piece of hair from your mouth as you curl another strand with your wand.
"You just have a huge crush on Dylan O’Brian, let’s be honest," your boyfriend chuckles, sending you a look through the mirror, to which you just roll your eyes back at him, acknowledging a) that he was right. b) he was literally right.
“Says the boy who had a crush on Fluttershy when we watched My Little Pony,” you say, giving him a 'don’t try me' look. His jaw falls before giving your hair a tiny soft pull.
"You said you wouldn’t bring it up," he laughs before shaking his head with a chuckle. "Well..." you just shrug.
“Fluttershy reminds me of you,” Jungkook stands behind you, his fingers playing with your freshly curled hair. “Until you act like a brat,” he tugs on your hair, making your head snap backwards, where he leaves a big fat smooch on your lips.
“Okay, princess, let’s go,” he says before unplugging the curling wand wire, grabbing your bag and coat, before holding your hand and leading you outside.
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tornado1992 · 9 months ago
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No one knows where Sonic lives.
Even in his so called world renowed hero status, there’s way too little that the general public knows about Sonic The Hedgehog, sure, they know what his favorite food is, they know the names of his friends, and they know when his birthday is, but they don’t know where is he from, how is he so fast, or what is his reason to fight.
They know about most of the times he has saved the world, but they don’t know why his shoes don’t get burned by his speed, they know he can turn into a god-like glowy golden being, but they don’t know how exactly the magical jewels that do that work, they know he’s unstoppable, but they don’t know why.
Most people don’t care that much about that kind of information, even if he’s a hero, that’s his own business, even heroes need privacy; but then there’s the curiosity, the enigma, the mystery, most of those questions will be left without a solid answer, but there’s a few that should have definitive one.
Where does someone who can run around the whole globe in a matter of hours live? There’s a lot of theories.
Sonic has enough fame to have several fan clubs all around the world, and between all those fan clubs there’s been a lingering interest in the enigma of where does sonic live, between all the other questions this one is the one that gets the most possible answers, considering factors like his speed, his well known crave for adventure, his love for nature, all of it could make the difference between the right answer and the wrong answer.
At certain point, the curiosity reaches to more general public apart from the fanatism prone, and when in opportunity to talk to him, a lot of people start asking him the same question: “where do you live?” the answers all equal and all different at the same time “right here in the same world as you” “it varies from time to time” “I don’t think you could visit me”
The vagueness, the confusing contradictions, the evasion of the subject; he’s doing this on purpose. They might not know a lot about the blue speedster, but now this sole data needs to be known.
They start asking Sonic’s acquaintances instead of the hedgehog himself, they know they’re not getting an answer out of him at this point, and if anyone could have one, his friends should know it. Turns out that they don’t know.
Most of his friends being more annoyed with the fact that not even they know where he lives than about the people sticking their noses to his friend’s business was a surprise to the masses, and underwhelming, backtracking, frustrating surprise.
There’s an anonymous user online who affirms that not even the hedgehog’s arch nemesis knows where Sonic lives. Reliable sources support the statement.
The waters of nonsense gossip calm down after some time, but the question still remains, left to be more of general curiosity than lingering mystery.
A random day in a random town, a news program happens to be live outside when the speedster passes by and stops to smell the flowers around the area, the reporters ask him for a small interview, he says they have till he finishes picking up enough flowers for a crown.
They ask the same question everyone has asked for quite some time, just a different word, “Sonic, where is your home?”
Apparently the accidental rephrasing change is what finally gets it, as the speedster just says “right now? should be at mystic ruins”
He runs off immediately, the reporters left speechless, the program still on air on TV’s and the web, and the world going wild.
They finally got a straight, solid, specific answer. “That can’t be true” “but it can” “it’s logical” “it’s not” “he must’ve been joking” “he sounded serious” and more and more discussions take place around that single interview, the fan clubs are theorizing again, the general public is now more curious, and the official news from all over the globe need to confirm this by themselves.
So they ask again.
A full week later, a different city in a different country, different news reporters don’t even bother to ask him for an interview, they just run to him the moment they see the blue blur pass by and ask him again “Sonic, where is your home?!” He yells his answer without stopping:
“Last time I checked was in Central City”.
“It’s a contradiction” “then he was joking before” “he might change where he lives weekly” “we need more proof” “that was way too specific again”.
A different continent, two days later, a group of kids manage to record him when he greets them from the other side of a mountain, they ask “Where is your home?!” He yells back “I’m not sure at the moment!”
The confusion only grows, now no one knows if he’s genuinely giving true answers or full ass lying, it would be logical for him to do either. The curiosity becomes a mystery again, and people are legitimately trying to track all the locations he has mentioned to find out what is this all about. Some people even try to track him down. They try.
A whole month later, there’s a celebration near sunset city, a commemoration of some sorts, there’s been a lot of battles in way too little time so people just try to think about the party rather than the motive for it. Sonic attends the celebration along some of his friends.
A local news channel manages to reach him at the chili dog stand where he is waiting for his food while talking to the two tailed fox everyone knows is his best friend. They don’t mean to interrupt, but these opportunities are limited.
They ask the same question, the same word change that they know works: “Sonic, where is your home?”
The blue blur hangs an arm around the kit’s shoulder in a half hug as he grins widely, he says loudly: “right now, it’s right here!”
This time his home was with him.
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satzumosupremacy · 3 months ago
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Elite Bodyguard Series: Pt.11
No Strings Attached
Male reader x Gong Seungyeon
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A/N: I redid this fic like 4 times lol. It didn’t work out how I wanted, so it’s better to get it over with and shorten the fic.
You've seen Seungyeon multiple times. She's seen you multiple times, but there hasn’t been a single conversation between the two of you before today.
In the midst of Seungyeon being right in your pool, there's only one word to describe your day—crazy—because Jeongyeon's outrageous plan of setting you and Seungyeon up together worked.
From stopping by to grab your watch at Jeongyeon’s apartment to meeting Seungyeon alone while dropping off cosmetics products, it was awkward, very awkward at the start. You thought Jeongyeon is home, Seungyeon thought you were dropping Jeongyeon off, but funny enough, Jeongyeon is miles away at a mall with her manager.
And now, this actress is right in front of you, in your pool.
“You won't make progress in facing your fear of drowning if you only do what your body tells you, Seungyeon. It’s all in the mind.”
“Okay, you don’t have to act like a drill instructor or whatever they’re called,” she says, frustrated. “This isn’t boot camp. I feel like I’m being trained for the Navy or something. This isn’t normal.”
“The only easy day was yesterday, Seungyeon. Come on, you’re getting better. Believe in yourself. Let’s do it one last time, and then you can rest.”
“May I take a break, please?”
You’re thinking about it. You know she’s so tired that her arms will most likely give out any minute now.
“Are you frustrated with me, Sir?” she asks.
“No, Seungyeon. Why would I be? Let’s take a break,” you say, swimming backwards to a shallower depth as she follows you to get out of the pool.
Even as you stare at her, she looks incredibly hot with her hair all wet. Before Seungyeon got into the pool, she had come out of your bathroom in a one-piece swimsuit, and you tried not to make it obvious that you were checking her out. But what’s super obvious is that Seungyeon doing the exact same thing.
“So like..” she says, grabbing the towel from your hand after you give her one, “I have a question. What was your first impression of me?”
“When we walked past each other at the award shows?”
“Yeah.”
“Pretty,” you say, smiling at her. “That dress looked amazing on you.”
“Aw, thank you. I remember seeing you standing out so much from across the hallway before we passed each other. You were very handsome, by the way.”
“Thanks?” you chuckle.
Seungyeon gently places her hand on your chest, shyly, yet very bold. “So, we’re adults, right?”
“You’ve been checking me out, Seungyeon. It’s super obvious.”
“But you’re not checking me out? You said I’m pretty. Something isn't adding up."
“I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t, Seungyeon,” you smirk.
She chuckles, and then you felt a gentle squeeze from her hands on your chest, “pervert.”
“Here we go, I guess I’m in the wrong?”
“Gosh, who knew Twice’s bodyguard was this hot,” she stares at your shoulders, completely ignoring your question.
“You’re acting very different ever since we got out the pool, but I think I like where this is going.”
“See how mature we are? Leave the inappropriate thoughts for later, and later is right now.”
Both of you meet each other’s gaze. It gets quiet with only the birds chirping in the mid-evening. Seungyeon licks her lips, and you follow her lead, doing the same.
“May-” both of you say at the same time.
“You first,” she laughs. You like how she laughs, it’s on the shyer side.
“No, ladies first,” you say.
“May I borrow your lips?”
“If you promise to give it back, Seungyeon.” With a smirk, and a gentle pull on her chin, you lean in, closer and closer together for a kiss. She tilts her head to the right, and you tilt to the left, aggressively kissing each other by the second until it turns to French kissing.
Seconds felt like minutes by fighting over dominance through kisses, and she’s really putting up a fight. Seungyeon’s an actress after all.
“Let’s go inside,” you murmur, breaking the kisses.
“Should we?” she chuckles and puts her arms on your shoulders. You lift her up, hands on Seungyeon’s ass, and carry her inside slowly. “Gosh, you’re strong too,” she utters. “Lift me up so easily.”
As you turn the doorknob, you quickly get inside and shut the door while she makes out with your neck. “Seungyeon, relax,” you whisper. “This isn’t a movie scene.”
“Oh shut up,” she laughs.
Walking past the living room, you have only one place in mind—the bed. She crashes down onto the mattress and stares at your chest, so you crawl right on top of her, guiding her hand to rest on your chest. 'You love this, don’t you?'"
“So fucking charming,” she utters and laugh, covering her mouth shyly with her other hand. “How did we end up here?”
“Beats me,” you chuckle, letting go of her hands as she freely explores, while you grab onto the strap of her swimsuit. “May I?”
“Of course. That’s very respectful of you," she says. You pull the strap to the side as it loosens onto her shoulders. Seungyeon pulls you closer for a kiss with her hands on your shoulders, “I can feel something hard between by legs.”
"It's going inside you in a bit." You gently yank on her swimsuit to reveal her tits and give them a lick, then a passionate suck on her nipple. She chuckles and holds you until her nipples are coated in your saliva.
“It was pretty cute if you. Anyone ever said you look cute when your face is between their tits?”
“First time an actress ever said that to me," you smile, leaning in to kiss her on the lip. “How wet are you?”
“How about you find out,” she chuckles. “Gosh, I can’t believe we’re doing this. It's only been a day with you."
“There’s no turning back,” you say and slowly trace down, kissing Seungyeon’s chest, to her stomach, and down between her inner thighs.
“Oh, gosh,” she utters. “Mhmm.”
Seungyeon arches and lets out a quiet moan once she feels your breath between her legs. “It’s very sensitive right now,” she gasp.
Driven by lust, you couldn’t wait any longer. Before she can even realize, she lets out a deep moan once your tongue licks her pussy with her legs spreading wider. Seungyeon moans, “fuck, yes, yes, right there.”
Her head digs deeper into your pillow, eyes all shut with a smile on her face from being eaten out. Your tongue swirls, and you can feel Seungyeon trying to catch her breath, gasping for air the more you passionately make a small mess on her pussy.
She grips right onto your hair, pulling and squeezing with all her might. You can barely hear her moans after feeling her legs closing in on the side of your face. Seungyeon’s legs were tightly locking you in as she squirms side to side, continuously moaning and chuckling from how you're devouring her.
“Fuck!” she moans, screaming out her pleasures and you pull off from her pussy to let her catch her breath.
“Sorry, I got carried away,” you chuckle, then give her a mischievous smirk.
“Put it in already. I can see how hard you are,” she says, breathing heavily.
You take off your swim trunks, and she’s staring right at your cock after all the curious and inappropriate thoughts of wondering how big you were. She gulps, and gulps again, covering her mouth with her legs still spread open.
“It’s not like you’ve never seen a man’s private part, Seungyeon,” you tease her.
“I just haven’t done it in a while, okay?” she shyly looks to the side, embarrassed.
“I don’t judge, Seungyeon,” you say and lean over to slowly put the tip of your cock inside Seungyeon. She quietly moans, then grabs onto the side of your arms with both hands.
“Slowly,” Seungyeon gasp, gripping onto your arms. “Don’t be too rough on me.”
“I wasn’t planning on it anyways. Why would I hurt a pretty girl like you?”
Slowly, and gently, you push deeper inside her, deep enough where you can see her mouth open without a fight. “Fuck,” she moans. “Ugh.”
You lean closer to her face, and brush her hair while you thrust slowly for her sake. “Is it a problem if I,” you take a breath, “cum in you?”
“I never said you couldn’t,” she gasp with her body in rhythm to the way your body was pushing against her thighs. “You feel so good.”
“I can say the same.” You then kiss her on the lip as it quickly breaks into French kisses. She’s an actress, you know they can kiss, it’s what’s charming about Seungyeon. She holds you in with her arms all over your back, just caressing your shoulder blades as you thrust deeper into her pussy.
“You can go faster,” she whimpers. So you did, enough to make you find a good rhythm where her legs cling onto your hips. “Yes, right there.”
“So demanding,” you grunt right after, stopping deep into her pussy as it throbs. You can feel her chin right on your shoulders to where her moans sound so elegant.
“You’re not cumming, are you?”
“No, just not yet,” you chuckle, trying to cover the fact that Seungyeon’s moan turns you on so much.
“How about we change into a new position?” she says. And you don’t why, but the little conversations with her felt refreshing.
“Lay down sideways, Seungyeon,” you say, slowly pulling out and hearing the wet noises from her pussy.
She doesn’t answer, but gets on her side with one leg out in a ninety degree angle. You gulp from just seeing this woman looking at you from the side, “like this?”
“I was thinking of lifting your leg,” you say, unbothered as you quickly put the tip of your cock back in, and slowly going deeper while she groans.
You see Seungyeon gripping the bedsheets after a few seconds, and from just being on top to see her, your eyes are filled with lust, seeing Seungyeon’s ass slowly bouncing, the side of her tits, her back arching, and even the beauty of her face.
“Fuck,” you utter, grunting, thrusting faster mindlessly to hear her moan louder and grope her ass tightly, squeezing it until you’re satisfied.
Her groans are deep, moans so elegant, and the way she’s starting to whimper only made you want more, selfishly. “Right there,” she gasp, breathing harder.
“You love it, don’t you?” you say in a lower tone.
“Yes,” she gasp. “Fuck me.”
Despite her not wanting you to be too rough, you found a sweet spot, right for the two of you to enjoy each other in bed with an overwhelming amount of built up lust from today. You’re drowning in this feeling. Seungyeon’s purely beautiful, but the tight swim suit she had on added to the fueling desire.
But before you knew it, it’s too late, your cock is throbbing inside her. So you cum, without a second thought.
“Oh-” she utters, feeling a rush of warm cum inside her as you crash down, right on top of Seungyeon.
“Seungyeon,” you moan, gasping and grunting. She starts to kiss you, aggressively, wanting your lips glued to hers.
“Mhm,” she moans, “this was worth the wait.”
“It’s worth it if we both cum,” you say, trying to catch your breath and place your hand on her clit. “May I?”
“Keep it in me. I want you to feel me cumming, at least.”
You don’t reply, but slowly rub her clit in circles, gradually going faster. And out of desire, you couldn’t stare at her lips without giving them some attention, so you continue making out with Seungyeon. You just couldn't help it with an actress.
With her breaths coating your face, and after a few seductive moans, you felt her body squirming.“Cumming?”
“Don’t slow down for me this time,” she chuckles, until it breaks into an erotic grunt, instantly cumming and moaning loudly.
You felt her cumming, right on your cock with the walls getting tighter, to which, you can only utter, “gosh, Seungyeon.”
She grabs your hand, quickly with a tight grip to tell you to stop. And with no words, Seungyeon chuckles.
“That was cute of you, Seungyeon.” You pull out, and cum quickly oozes out slowly from her pussy.
“That was exhausting,” she closes her eyes.
“I didn’t hurt you, right?” you say, getting out of the bed to put on your pants only, because it’s more right to be shirtless in front of her.
“Well, it felt good. So, no? I don’t know. It was fun.”
“Stay the night?” you say, staring right in her eyes and getting onto the bed to brush Seungyeon’s silky hair.
“My car keys are at Jeongyeon. If I stay the night, she’ll know what we did. Actually…well, she did bring us two together today without our respective professions involved, didn’t she?”
You chuckle, “are you going to blame your sister for what we’re doing tonight?”
Seungyeon shrugs, “yeah. Payback. I’m taking her bodyguard for tonight.”
“Are you hungry? We haven’t eaten after we met each other."
“I didn’t know you’re a caring man. But yes, should we order something? Let’s get to know each other more. At least let me know you a little."
“I’ll order. I gave you hell today in the pool either way.”
“Hey, at least you had the time to help me out,” Seungyeon chuckles. “Maybe I should change into comfortable clothes.”
“I’ll be here waiting, Seungyeon. No rush.”
She goes into the bathroom with a set of clothes hanging from her arms. You grab your phone and see a text notification from Jeongyeon from an hour ago:
Jeongyeon: I know she’s not coming home. Donate me at least ₩2,000,000 to shut up. Hehe. Thanks.
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uolarieclosed · 4 months ago
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kim sunoo ☆ ! thinking about you
━━━ in which a fake relationship blossomed with a base of true feelings …
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BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who asked you to be his fake girlfriend because his mom wouldn’t stop pestering him about getting a date for the family wedding they’re attending.
BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who couldn’t stop staring at you in your pink dress, shoving his shaky hands into the pockets of his trousers.
“you look gorgeous,” he whispered into your ear as he opened the door to his car—smiling to himself when he saw you blush.
BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who picked you out of all the girl pining on him because he knew that what he felt for you would bloom sooner or later.
BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who slow danced with you under the stars.
BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who gave you his name tag the following day at school, kissing your cheek before he ran off to the baseball field.
BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who never expected you to reciprocate his feelings until he found a baseball with your confession on his desk.
BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who carries your lunch tray to your table, sitting separately from his friends so he can listen to you talk about your day.
BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who takes you somewhere secluded to see the stars after a bad game—reminding him of the night he truly fell in love with you.
BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who takes you on small dates at least every weekend. it didn’t matter if it was supposed to be his rest day from baseball.
“sunoo, why don’t we stay at my place?” sunoo shakes his head, tugging you behind him. “i heard the new makeup line that you like just dropped. let’s go buy some.” he slugs his arm around your shoulder, kissing your temple—silently thanking you for looking out for him.
BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who gives you his letterman jacket, being the only player to not have his because it’s around your shoulders.
“won’t you get in trouble?” you frown as sunoo slides your hands through the sleeves. “i can always get another.” sunoo ruffles your hair with a complete lovestruck grin.
BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who texts you good morning and good night even after his long practices.
BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who embarrasses you in front of everybody because he likes when you hug him to hide your hot face from everyone.
“there’s my pretty angel! let me kiss you!” sunoo throws his arms up, his huge smile evident from across the hallway.
BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who can get a bit mean during disagreements, however he’s just trying to get his point across even if it’s harsh.
BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who loses every hit because he knows you’re not in the stands watching him.
BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who stands out in the rain until you forgive him, which you do because he get’s annoying when he’s sick.
“what the hell is wrong with you?” you tug sunoo’s drenched jersey, hoping to pull him inside but instead he wraps his arms around you. “i’m sorry i said all of those things, you’re always going to be the one more me, always. you’re my girl.”
BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who won’t let you go the next morning, burying deeper into your pillow and leaving wet kisses along your neck.
BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who draws your name in the sand with his bat, pointing back at you.
BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who will get in a fight with anyone who bad mouths you or tries to make an advance towards you.
“you know i’m the one she lays next to every night, right?” sunoo shoves the kid, feeling a bit too proud of himself.
BASEBALL PLAYER SUNOO who was set on you being his one and only.
© 2024 uolarie
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kiirotoao · 19 days ago
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I can’t stop talking about Byler fighting. I truly can’t. Because it’s the greatest evidence for me that they’re endgame if not also incredibly compatible.
Their arguments do not ring with an air of “get away from me.” They’re not telling each other, “you’re my enemy.” They sound more like “what’s wrong? Talk to me,” and, “you’re my best friend. I want to keep what we have.” And what’s wilder yet is that they don’t lack in understanding with each other. They understand each other so well that one of them has to retreat.
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This is what happens when you become so overwhelmed that you have to step away from the emotion - and would a truly hateful fight end like this? Look, the answer is partly yes, but when you then look at how these two come back together, there’s an active pursuit, a turning back - specifically from Mike both times - where repentance is sought after. And that’s where we veer away from hatred and into love.
Love does this. Love fights and hits right where it hurts and sometimes goes way too far, but then in the end, you don’t pull away. You don’t just leave it or come back angry and want to stake your claim, you think about what’s been done and grow from it. And I think that Mike’s apology in s4e4 was the single greatest moment of growth for him as a character. As was Will’s acceptance of his apology and trying to apologize, too.
I think that where the general audience get mixed up is that Mike and Will’s fights end on a sour note. They always look like they get cut short, they’re obviously talking about El, oh, they’re clearly trying to get away from each other and can’t finish their thoughts.
But you can’t just stop there. You can’t deny that these emotions are reserved for each other alone. When you analyze their fights and really see what they’re talking about - “it’s not my fault you don’t like girls,” “well, we used to be best friends!” - it’s not that difficult to see they’re emotional over each other.
At the heart of it, when you care about something, when you love it. You get emotional. If you didn’t love it, if it meant nothing to you, you wouldn’t react. Mike and Will react to each other.
It’s not hard to imagine them continuing to fight and learning more about each other. Facing more of what hurts. I agree that they get cut short, and I think that one jab too deep may reveal something incredibly important to them. But we just don’t get to see it in Mike’s garage nor at the Rink-o-Mania, and I think that that’s wholly intentional and possibly reserved for season 5. And from there, it’s not hard to see their emotions turn into something more, too. Because at the end of the day, they’re passionate about their relationship.
All this is to say, I’m really excited for them to dig deeper next season. Maybe it’s a fight, maybe it’s a confession, maybe it’s both. And just like how their fights don’t truly end in one leaving the other but coming back together later on, their stories aren’t over yet.
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xshimaeraxx · 1 month ago
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okay ik that the fandom LOVES making logan the one who’s the cat-like mutant in the relationship and i LOVE that and it is so canon but like
hear me out here! catboy!! wade!!
a wade who was a mutant long before francis got his grubby little hands in him, wade who was a mutant but it wasnt crazy regenerative abilities or an inability to stay dead/immortality or super-human strength, but a wade who was (still is) a mutant who had the abilities of a fuckin’ cat
a wade who has semi-night vision, not entirely but good enough to help out on jobs; a wade who has lil pinprick pupils like a cat’s and who hisses damn near 24/7 on bad pain days (bc chronic pain-having wade has my entire heart and i will go to the grave w this hc alr); a wade who purrs when happy or in the middle of slicing someone’s head off during a job; a wade who has a cat’s heightened senses- hearing, sight, taste, smell, all of that; a wade who has a cat’s un-fuckin’-canny ability to jump from heights that would’ve killed a human and have at most a small, gone-in-a-day bruise; a wade who has tufts of kitty-cat fur on his elbows and on + behind his knees
and then francis comes along, and the torture happens, and he loses his looks, and then the fur grows back bc fuck but he’d thought he’d lost his og mutation when francis torture mcgee had triggered this new one, had lost the one thing that ness might still recognise him for,,,
and then the start of d&w happens, and during the birthday scene wade’s purring, happy, quietly (so quietly no one hears it half the time, and when they do they assume it’s the faulty heating of wade & al’s shitass apartment, but ness looks at him with a pleased, proud little smile when the sound starts back up after the others’ initial investigation for the source of the sound proves fruitless and it, he gets louder, purely for the way ness’s smile gets wider, prouder in a way that is purely, unabashedly so ness wade wants to go other and kiss her, right then n there) yes but he’s still purring like he hasn’t since pre-cancer-diagnosis him & ness (and also bc francis’s little angel-killer had found the sound annoying as all hell [bc wade also purrs to self-soothe bc I Say So)and so he’d rarely done so since, half out of new-born habit, half out of some primal, hard-learned fear he still hasn’t managed to completely shake, even years later)
and then the honda odyssey scene happens, and wade’s purring, purring, purring, loud and proud and rumbling and happy and he’s also hissing playfully at logan- a motion logan doesn’t notice due to how distracted he is putting his claws thru wade’s left thigh and christ, kittycat, how long’s it been since you had a good hookup for you to be THIS tense?- and logan only notices after wade’s pinned him and his minorly blood-soaked grin freezes; doesn’t drop, but freezes.
wade’s purr stutters a tad, doesn’t stop. he asks, licking the blood off of his cheek underneath his mask and for some reason logan’s sharp eyes follow what he can see of the movement underneath wade’s mask: what’s wrong, peanut, cat got your tongue?
are you- are you fuckin’ purring? asks logan, and the sound abruptly stops, and then deadpool’s stabbing him through the gut with not one word and then they’re fighting again, and while logan notes the moment to think about later, wade also doesn’t say another word other then excited/frustrated grunts and little “haha!”s for the next half hour, and for some reason that about takes up the majority of logan’s attention until he finally, finally, punches wade’s already-broken nose literally not even a millisecond after he’s broken it hard enough that it actually takes a few seconds for wade’s healing to kick in, and for some reason he feels strangely relived when wade lets out a muffled-by-blood ugh! foulplay, wolvie, foulpla-
logan interrupts him via stabbing wade and a like you don’t play just as foul as i do, bub, and wade stabs back in response with some quippy comment or another, and by then the fight’s back on, deadpool-typical quips and all.
like. when i say catboy wade, here, do you see my vision. do you see what i’m imagining. dO YOU SEE IT I SAY
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channiedotcom · 2 months ago
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late night gaming
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i.n x gn!reader – fluff ; gamer!jeongin ; college au 
word count – 1.1k
a/n – i’ve been hoping to write something like this ever since i found out that i.n plays overwatch… it’s one of my favorite games and i like to imagine how fun it would be to get to game with him (and the other members of skz of course) also lmk if y’all would be interested in a pt 2! 
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Late into the night, bluish-purple light seeps under the doorway of your bedroom. Every now and then, flashes of varying colors find their way into the mix. Your fingers move swiftly over your keyboard and mouse as your character turns in-game, taking shots at the enemy team. The payload is so close to creeping into the final point when–
Your character falls to the ground. You’ve been eliminated by fnncfx on Widowmaker. You hit your desk lightly with your fist, frustrated. “How did they even hit me? I swear I was behind that wall in time,” you mutter, watching the kill feed. You sigh and continue, exiting the spawn and getting back into the fight. Less than a minute later, it happens again. The same fnncfx gets a headshot, taking you out once more, just as quickly as you rejoined the battle.
The more it happens, the more frustrated you feel. Hoping to end the infuriating cycle, you switch to Sombra. If they’re going to keep targeting you, it’s only fair you do the same! You track down the Widowmaker and swiftly eliminate them. Within seconds, a message pops up in match chat:
fnncfx: counterswap? kinda weird
You roll your eyes and choose to ignore it. The game goes on for another minute or two, and you help your team by eliminating the Widowmaker at least twice more. As the timer runs out, your team finally completes the objective, and the word “Victory!” plasters itself across the screen. Before the game ends, you notice a small string of messages in the match chat:
fnncfx: ggs, except sombra fnncfx: i know ur mad i kept killing you lol
In a fit of frustration, you click on their profile and press the “add friend” button. You don’t really need to, but you want to talk to them and explain yourself. Almost as soon as you do, they add you back. You invite them to your group, eager to express your frustration. They accept and join in.
“You know I had to switch characters so you would stop eliminating me, right? You didn’t have to be such a jerk about it,” you huff, leaning towards your monitor.
There’s a pause. You stare at your screen, face illuminated by the glow. Why aren’t they responding yet? Did something go wrong?
“...Is this y/n?” he finally says, breaking the silence. As he speaks, your heart drops into your stomach. You recognize that voice instantly. It’s Jeongin– the cute guy from your math class. What is he doing playing this game? How did you end up in the same lobby? Your mind races. You’ve admired Jeongin from afar all semester- he’s the one you glance at in class, hoping he’ll notice you. And now here he is, in the same game, talking to you. Getting lost in your own thoughts, you almost forget to respond.
“I- uh- yes, hi! Oh my gosh, I didn’t- I didn’t think I’d run into you in this game! I’m so sorry, I hope I didn’t come across as rude or- or anything…” You stumble over your words, your voice trailing off as you put your face in your hands. You feel like you’ve seriously messed up.
He laughs.
He laughs.
You look up, your face warm. Despite the circumstances, you can’t help but think about how absolutely cute that sounded.
“I didn’t know you played this game, that’s actually pretty cool,” he says, his voice reminding you of liquid gold. It sounds warm and soothing, just like how you remember hearing it in class. 
“Yeah, I’ve had it for a while. I don’t play much stuff like this, but I guess this game is just different.” You shrug, leaning back into your chair a little bit. Knowing he isn’t upset as of this moment brings you a bit more peace. 
“Would you maybe… want to play a few games as a duo?”
Your eyes light up. He actually wants to play with you? He wasn’t going to ditch you immediately? 
You don’t even wait a moment before giving him a confident “That would be amazing!”
The two of you play through a few matches and do rather well, especially since he’s quite good at the game. You both find yourselves having a great time, giggling at the characters who seem to have no idea what is going on. You work together to take down enemy team after enemy team, barely losing any games.
After some time, you can hear him let out a sharp sigh. “I hate to do this to you, especially because I’m enjoying this so much, but I think I have to get going. My roommate Felix says he needs me to run it back in some scrimmages; I forgot I told him yesterday that I’d help out with that. I hope that’s alright…” He goes quiet, clearly disappointed to have some prior commitment. 
You frown, but aren’t too surprised. Of course someone as talented as him would be on some sort of gaming team. “For sure, that’s okay! I still had a great time; I would love to do this again, if you’d be down for that.”
“Yeah, totally! Why don’t you write down my number, and I’ll text you when I have time to do this again.” 
You can feel your face turning red at the idea of getting his number. This is someone you’ve admired from afar all semester, and now he wants to talk to you more. You feel like you’re in the clouds right now, your head spinning. 
He tells you the digits of his phone number and you swiftly enter them into your phone, then send him a text so he knows yours as well. 
“Okay, well you have a goodnight, y/n! It was great talking to you.” You can hear him smiling on the other side of his screen, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s blushing too. After he leaves the group, you log off out of the game and turn off your computer. You stand up from your chair and fall back onto your bed, wrapping yourself in the sheets. Giddy laughter escapes as you kick your feet in excitement. The thought that the most attractive boy in your class just gave you his number swirls in your mind, like a dream you never want to end. It still feels so surreal that he seems to at least tolerate- if not actually like- someone like you. As you hold your phone close to your chest, you slowly drift away into a deep sleep, dreaming of what could come of this newfound friendship, or maybe something more…
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ronance4everbrainrot · 2 months ago
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EEEEEEven more incorrect quotes! Merlin Academy Gang! AND MORE. Kinda long? Idk
(and ships)
Hook: Okay, who's turn is it to give the pep talk?
Uliana: It's Hades's turn.
Hades: Don't die.
Uliana, wiping a tear away: Truly inspirational.
(so beautiful 😭 I don't know how to explain, but this is canon now)
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Maleficent : Now it's time for some witty back and forth banter. You go first.
Fay: *sobbing*
Maleficent : Look, I'm not sure where to go with that.
(She's used to her and Hades banter and fights. Fay still needs to get used to that)
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Fay: What the hell is wrong with you?
Hades: I have this weird self-esteem issue where I hate myself but still think I’m better than everyone else.
(mm. Yeah.)
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Hook: Goodnight to the love of my life, Morgie, and fuck the rest of y'all.
(just a normal day)
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Morgie: *is throwing stones at Ella's window*
Ella: You have a phone for a reason, Morgie!
*THUD*
Ella: DID YOU JUST THROW YOUR PHONE AT MY WINDOW?!
(Love my little chaos goblin. He absolutely knew what he was doing)
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Ella: Hey, I was wondering, have any of you guys ever seen Morgie’s bedroom?
Bridget: No, they refuse to let any of us visit. You know what that means.
Maleficent, nodding: Dungeon.
Hades, nodding: Rich.
Uliana , nodding: Homeless.
Ella, nodding: Secretly in the mafia.
Bridget: What? No, I meant they’re messy. What the hell is wrong with all of you?
(Hook not being there because he's in Morgie's bedroom right now. they are cuddling)
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Ella: I apologize for saying 'fuck' in front of Bridget.
Fay: You just said it again.
Bridget:
Ella: I am not a role model.
(don't worry Ella. She knows worse. She just doesn't use them)
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Bridget: Accidentally indulged in too much ‘free time’, turns out I’ve been reported missing for over six months and presumed dead by most local and national authorities.
(once she went back to wonderland and didn't text anyone anything. Just sulking in her feelings for Ella)
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Hades: How do you do that?
Charming: I'm fearless.
Hook: I saw you run from bees yesterday. You flailed around and tripped over a chair. It was both hysterical and sad.
Charming: I'm mostly fearless.
(Mhm. But fair)
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Bridget, on the phone: I better go…kay, call me later… byeeee!
Hook: Friend of Yours?
Bridget: Nope, wrong number.
Hook: ???
(Hey. She's not gonna pass on making new friends 🤷)
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(add some glassheart)
Chloe: What do you call quantums of electromagnetic radiation that don’t get along?
Red: What did you just say-
Chloe: Foetons! *Laughs*
Red: Wh-what?
(love how Red is just confused. Chloe making puns/dad jokes. Canon, actually)
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Ella: Please pray for Chloe.
Bridget: What happened to them?
Ella: Nothing, they’re just very stupid.
(not her own mother saying that (he doesn't know tho lol). But honestly that's after the vase incident.)
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Red: Chloe, you're my best friend.
Chloe: Best friend? BEST friend?! Bitch, I'm your only friend.
Chloe: I'M THE ONLY ONE CAPABLE OF TOLERATING YOUR DUMB ASS!
(oop- true)
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*The gang's thoughts on stabbing*
Morgie/Fay: Would never stab anyone.
Ella/Charming: Would stab someone in retaliation.
Hook/Maleficent: Yells "I won't hesitate, bitch!" first.
Hades: Would stab without warning.
Uliana/Bridget: Would stab as a warning.
(I wanted to put Bridget in the last one lol. Like if someone went too far and hurt one of her friends she'd be like *stab* don't do it again or next time it will be worse)
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Uliana: You know you've made it when you see your picture everywhere you go.
Bridget: Those are wanted posters!
(yeah. Still)
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Maleficent: *looks at Hades*
Maleficent: Baby boy. Bad Boy.
Maleficent: *looks at Fay*
Maleficent: goody two shoes
(changed it a bit lol. Also Me just randomly shipped Maleficent and Fay because gay. Just a crack ship lol)
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Red: I got an idea!
Chloe: Does it involve breaking the law?
Red: By now don’t you think that’s a given?
Chloe: I was just trying to be optimistic.
Red: Don’t bother.
(GOTTA GET YOUR HANDS DIRTY! UwU)
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Chloe: You're not my friend anymore.
Red: I was your friend?
(Red. You just called her your best friend a few seconds ago! She's just trying to play it cool. She's screaming on the inside.)
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Red: Sometimes I talk to myself for no reason.
Red: Me too!
(oh no. She's mad. PSST. I HAVE THREE ACCOUNTS ON DISCORD AND ACTED LIKE TWO OF THEM WEREN'T ME. I HAD CONVERSATIONS WITH MYSELF, BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE WAS ONLINE AND I WAS BORED 😭 I was very invested in my own dramas that I created. It also started with only two accounts 🫠)
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Queen of Hearts, to Red: You're starting to forget your Spanish. You don't practice.
Red: Lo siento. Estoy embarazada.
Queen of Hearts: You just told me you're pregnant.
Maddox: Congratulations Red, you're glowing!
(Red can speak Italian and Spanish and also has a hidden British accent. There, my new headcanon)
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(a little surprise)
Mal, staring lovingly at Evie: I would die for you.
Evie, doing their own thing: Then perish.
(Mal, you know not to interrupt Evie while she's working)
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Mal: As a responsible adult-
Evie: *chuckles*
Mal: … As a responsible adult—
(Eeeviee, don't do Mal dirty like that. Even if you aren't wrong)
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Evie: What do I get?
Mal: A night of fashion, mischief, mayhem, and possible death.
Evie: Ooh, check, check, and check; not sure about that last one.
Mal: It won't be you.
Evie: I'll get my coat.
(what are they planning o~o)
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Cinderella: What’s your greatest weakness?
Red: Interpreting the semantics of a question, but ignoring the pragmatics.
Cinderella: Could you give an example?
Red: Yes, I could.
(why does it feel relatable even tho I don't remember actually having done that)
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Red: I don’t care what anyone thinks about me.
Chloe: Ok.
Red: Wait, why such a muted reaction? Did that not sound cool?
(Same Red, same Qvq)
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Red, digging their grave: Long story short, this is ma grave.......Want me to make you one too?
(Omg Hunter! Is that you? ✨ love the owl house 😭😭😭. This is making me think Red fucked up a mission from her Mom. Like Hunter did.)
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Red: I’m going to get so much done today.
Queen of Hearts: I’ll hold you to that.
*8 hours later*
Queen of Hearts: So how much did you get done?
Red: One thing.
Queen of Hearts:
Queen of Hearts: Well, that’s one more than usual.
(QvQ me TvT)
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Mal, at Evie: You're my significant other.
Evie: Yeah I am!
Mal, at Celia: You're my child.
Celia: Yes boss.
Mal, at Uma: You're my bitch.
Uma: Yeah I am- wait, what?
Mal, at Carlos: My bestie.
Carlos: Naturally.
Mal, Jay: HA, GAY!
Jay: Fuck you.
(Jay x Gil 🤸)
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Chloe: Wow! Celia made you cry?
Red, holding back tears: Yes, and they said some really mean things that are only partly true.
(Daaamn. She can do that tho. Wow fr)
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*at an awards show*
Chloe: Can I carry you on my back like Mal did?
Red: I don't think Evie would like that.
Chloe: *pouts*
*Later*
Chloe: *carrying Red on their back*
Evie: What the hell??
Red: What was I supposed to do? Say no?
(Evie was panicking over Chloe's suit/dress because she made it for her. Do not ruin her designs. She will not take responsibility for what happens after that)
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This was gonna be longer but I shall post it now anyway.
Hope you liked it.
Byeee
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morgluvsconnie · 4 months ago
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BOUND, c.springer
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chap.8 | NOT PROOFREAD, (short place holder), angst if you’re sensitive, quiet arguing | chap.7
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“you missed me?”
you heard connie say as he rested his face in your neck, kissing it softly. “mhm” you groaned, eyes still closed as the alcohol never fully washed over you. “you wish i was around more, huh.” he mumbled again. it was still the night after the part, and the fight. “you should’ve came with me after the fight.” he kissed your cheek, making you smile.
“whys it so bright in here?” you mumbled, half asleep, half awake. “and i did, remember?” you whispered, smiling a little.
you didn’t even remember going with connie, so how would he remember? “oh yeah…” he sighed, leaning down to kiss your lips. “you’re done with your little boy toy, right?”
“i hate him.” you muttered, feeling yourself fall back into a deep sleep, since whatever was bright, wasn’t anymore. as you felt connie get off of you. your eyes were closed, you could barely open them. “right.” you felt the bed get heavier beside you as you laid across it. “that’s good to know.” he mumbled. “ill see you later on today.” he kissed you one more time. before you heard the faint shutting of your door.
this was your last time going out for probably the month. you didn’t understand how someone could just go to every party, every night. to be more specific, sasha. she dragged you and mikasa along, like always.
you just didn’t wanna be in any drama, and you didn’t feel like drinking. you sat on the couch, sipping from a bottle of water to hopefully help with the light headache you had.
glancing around every few seconds for the one person you actually wanted to talk to.
“yo, where connie at?” ony asked the group, basically speaking your mind. “he’s here… somewhere? i think.” sasha looked at her phone to call connie and see where he was.
since it wasn’t on speaker, and the music was loud anyway, you had no idea what he was saying. sasha looked at the ground, playing with her nails before looking around. “okay.” she said before hanging up the phone.
“he’s with a girl somewhere around here.” she said before leaning back and sipping out of her cup.
you wanted to question it, so bad. you wanted to call him and see why he was talking to another girl while you were right there, but at the same time, nothing you two had going on was serious or official.
you pursed your lips together at looked at your phone. you didn’t get dressed up for the night, just wearing a cropped tank top and jean shorts.
but still.
you sighed softly, crushing up your water bottle as you stood up to head towards the kitchen and throw it away. pushing and shoving past random people just to get to a damn trash can wasn’t easy.
but it was pretty easy to spot connie across the kitchen, talking to a girl, exactly like he said he was.
generally, you wouldn’t care about this type of thing. boys come, boys go. you knew what type of person connie was… barely.
but what they don’t do is kiss a bitch you fought the night before all of this. and they especially don’t shoot a bored glance at you while they’re doing it.
you could practically feel your heart burst into a million flames, your lips slightly parted at what was happening in front of you. you narrowed your eyes with a scoff, not letting yourself think twice before going back towards the couch and grabbing your things.
“yo, hol up, where you goin?” ony frowned a little, passing his blunt to eren. you looked at him with a bored expression on your face. “i don’t wanna be here.” you muttered, turning back around and walking towards the front door, walking outside.
what kind of dumbass would pull that shit? you didn’t do anything wrong, but historia? that’s just where you crossed the line. he knew how you felt about the girl, that’s the least you could remember from last night—the night you two fought—so why the hell would he sit there and put his lips on her?
you leaned on your door, your right hand on the steering wheel while you bit the inside of your cheek, ignoring every call from sasha, mikasa, or anybody else.
eventually turning your phone on silent, pulling into your driveway and turning your car off, you got out and made your way to your house. “fuckin idiot.” you mumbled.
as you unlocked your house door, you licked your lips, locking your door behind you. you checked your phone, same missed calls, same nothing.
if you could scrape that tattoo off your arm, you would.
the fact that he did it and the fact that reiners name was right under it just irritated you in ways you couldn’t explain.
you decided a hot, long, hour shower would be the best for you in this situation, but as you stepped out, got dressed in the most comfortable pajamas you could find, you realized nothing would really help the aching sensation in your heart.
again, nothing was official or serious, but it meant something to you. sort of. unless it was all a long, stupid game.
you plopped on your bed, staring at your phone. you hoped for some kind of text or call, some kind of confirmation that it was just… whatever. or that it meant nothing. even though that wouldn’t make you feel better at all.
you kept telling yourself he was drunk, and didn’t mean to kiss historia. but it’s historia. and if anyone kisses her, there’s no damn way they wouldn’t mean to.
it took nothing but a doorbell to snap you back into reality and lazily push yourself out of your room and down the stairs.
as you opened the door, low and behold.
“why’re you here?” you stared up at connie. you knew you were a little happy to see him, but you also needed an explanation.
“bringing you your heels back. you know, the ones you kicked off at the tattoo shop and never came back to get?” connie held your shoes up in front of you.
you looked down at the shoes and back up at connie.
“what happened to you coming over today?”
“i never said i was.”
“don’t act fuckin innocent with me connie.” you snatched the heels from his hand and threw them to the side. “you’re a bitch. you really kissed historia? two bitches together, you can’t be too serious.” you tilted your head at him, still holding your door open.
“so i can’t kiss historia but you can fuck around with reiner any time you want to, man…” connie glanced back and shook his head with a scoff.
you narrowed your eyes. “reiner, that’s all you ever talk about. you act so fucking remedial…” you pinched the bridge of your nose. connie raised his eyebrows. “so you mean to tell me you wasn’t hugged up with reiner? right after we beat his ass?”
you blinked a few times before looking connie up and down. “are you fucking stupid? i was with you after i went home.”
“how the fuck was you with me if i went home before you, y/n?”
you frowned and stayed silent for a minute. now if you recalled correctly, connie came over your house right after you went home, even though he went before you.
“i was with you, i…” you paused. you didn’t know if he was gaslighting you or what, but you knew for a fact you weren’t with reiner.
“were you?” connie pulled out his phone, pressing a few things before turning it to you.
as you watched the video, you opened your mouth, but nothing came out.
you and reiner, in your bed. he was talking to you but the words were canceled out for the situation. he kissed you, everywhere that made you wanna puke right there.
“oh, that’s not you?” connie stared at you with low eyes before putting his phone in his pocket.
it all clicked.
it wasn’t connie you were with, it was reiner. connie doesn’t even have a key to your house, connie did go home last night, you were just too drunk to realize.
the person that was kissing you, was reiner. that brightness in your face was the phone, but you were too damn tired to open your eyes and see.
your gaze shifted to the ground, you frowned before looking up at connie. “i promise you-“
“hell nah, you got it. you hate me right?” connie put his hands in his pockets and turned to walk back towards his car. “just don’t worry bout me, have fun with him. no telling how long y’all been talking.”
infuckingcredible.
you didn’t even have words to explain yourself. how were you? you were drunk. connie knew that.
reiner knew that.
you shut your door and leaned against it, staring at the ground. no matter how much it seemed like he was finally out of your damn face,
he always seemed to come back.
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What would you do if you knew you were going to die?
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“Oh,” says Lizzie sullenly, “you want to talk to me now?”
She shrugs one shoulder.
“I don’t know. Try some last-ditch attempt to survive? Kill someone else?”
She glares.
“Are you happy now?” she snaps. “Is that what you wanted to hear? Now go away.”
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“Oh, come on,” says Jimmy, looking slightly offended. “Is this targeted? I bet I’m the only one you asked this. Am I the only one you asked this?”
Still, after a moment, he considers it.
“Well, he says. “As long as somebody else goes first, I don’t really care, to be honest. I’d just… do what I like, I guess! Yeah! I’d do what I like. That sounds good.”
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“Ooh,” says Mumbo. “I would try and take as many people as possible down with me.”
He looks thoughtful.
“That is what this game’s about. Isn’t it?”
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“You know,” says Tango, thoughtfully, and then immediately breaks into yelling, “I would love to not die in the dumbest way possible! That would be just great!”
He shakes his head.
He takes a breath, lets it out, and is calm again.
“But hey,” he says. “It’s gonna happen sooner or later anyway. Right?”
“Just gotta keep trying.”
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“I’d stay vigilant!” says Skizz. “Hey, it’s not over til it’s over!
“I mean, maybe I’d try being a bit less nice? See how that works out? But, eh. No regrets.”
“That’s what’s important, you know?”
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“I would make the most of it,” says Etho. “Do what I can.”
He shrugs, half-smiling.
“And then I would go home.”
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“Fight it,” says Martyn, wearily. “I guess.”
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“Die, presumably!” says Bigb, and grins. “Ooh, or would I?”
“Hey, and what about you? What would you do? Just ask people questions? That’s kinda sad, don’tcha think?”
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“What are you talking about?” says Grian, narrowing his eyes. “You don’t know who’s going to win. Nobody knows that until it happens. You don’t know you’re going to die until it happens. Not really.”
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Cleo laughs. “Really? You’re asking me?”
After a minute, they shake their head.
“I know what you mean, though,” they say, and shrug. “I would do what I always do. I would hold on. Until I can’t, anymore.”
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“I mean, see if I could do anything about it!” says Impulse.
He looks away. Gives an almost sheepish smile.
“I- I don’t really want to die,” he says.
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“Die?” says Bdubs. “I’m not gonna die! What are you talking about, I’m never gonna die! I’m the best! I’m super strong!”
He clears his throat awkwardly.
“And- even if I did. Even if I did, I wouldn’t just let it happen. I have stuff to do.”
He pauses.
“I- ok, maybe I would work on my fighting skills a bit, even though they’re already GREAT! Just, uh, just in case! Just in case I needed to really show off. For some reason.”
He glances over his shoulder.
“Don’t tell Gem I said that. Or Pearl.”
“…Or Cleo. In fact, maybe just keep this to yourself, ok, you little tattletales!”
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“Kill whoever said that!” says Joel, posture ready to pounce. “Are you threatening me? Is that what this is?”
He squints suspiciously.
“You better not be. I’ll get you.”
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“Make it count,” says Scott.
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“I’d have fun!” says Gem. “I would enjoy myself!”
She looks curious.
“Wouldn’t everyone?” she asks.
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“…Try and make it count,” says Pearl.
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“What do you mean?” says Scar, confused. “What would I do if I knew I was going to die? Isn’t that everyone? Isn’t that just-”
He frowns. “That’s just living. Right? Am I wrong?”
He looks curiously up at the Secret Keeper, towering above him.
“Is that not just life?”
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anjee0 · 7 days ago
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My brother's best friend
Chapter 3 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
B Rabbit x Female!reader. (Feel free to put an oc insert if you wish as well)
Description - In which Y/n starts to become friends and possibly more with her brother's best friend, BRabbit.
Warnings - Throughout the series there will be: Mild swearing, Smut, Mentions of drugs and alcohol. (More warning to come throughout the series)
@tiny-gay-satan tagging u cos u love this series xx
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Y/n wiped down the counters at the diner as she sighed heavily. She was still mad at Jordan the other night. The memories of last night quickly flashed by in her brain, occupying it as she tried to focus. All she could think about was Rabbit and how she had a great time with him last night. She'd never had anything like that before with any other guy.
Suddenly, the bell above the door chimed as it opened. Y/n looked up to see Carly entering the diner with a warm smile on her face. She sat down at the barstool and looked at Y/n sympathetically.
“Hey girl. I heard about what happened last night.” Carly said.
“You did?” Y/n asked.
“Yeah, everyone knows about the little feud Jordan and your little lover boy got in.”
“Wait? Everyone knows about that?” 
“Yup. I'm pretty sure Papa Doc's gang were talking about it too.”
“Tha Free World? I hate those guys…”
“I know right, they're all so arrogant and full of themselves.” Carly scrunched up her face in disgust.
“Also, Rabbit is not my ‘lover boy’.” Y/n started putting air quotes around the words ‘lover boy’. “We're just friends.”
“I know, I'm just teasing. Do you think Jordan and Rabbit will apologise?”
“I hope. I don't want them fighting over something stupid. I feel guilty.” Y/n frowned as she looked away from Carly.
“Hey, it’s not your fault. Their boys, they’re gonna be immature.” Carly reassured her.
Y/n chuckled softly. “Yeah, I guess. It’s just, they’re best friends. They’ve known each other since high school, I don’t wanna ruin anything between them.”
“Well, if it’s really bothering you, then why don’t you try helping them apologise?”
“How would I do that? I’d just make things worse.”
As Carly tried to think of something, the bell above the door chimed again as it opened. Y/n and Carly look to see Rabbit entering the diner. He immediately laid his eyes on Y/n and gave her a soft smile before approaching her. Carly quickly smirked at her friend before getting up to move elsewhere.
“I’ll give you and lover boy some time.” She teased with a playful wink before sitting down at a booth.
Before Y/n could say anything, Rabbit was already sitting at the bar stool. The first few seconds were just silence as they looked at each other with softened expressions.
“Hey.” Rabbit said, softly.
“Hey.”
“I think we should talk about last night.”
“Yeah…”
“Listen, I wanna apologise to your brother but he definitely doesn’t wanna talk to me right now.”
“I can help.”
“You can?”
“Yeah but before that, I just wanna say sorry-”
“Don’t apologise. It’s not your fault.”
“I know but-”
Rabbit placed his hand on top of Y/n’s as his gaze lessened. She could see a spark in his eyes as he gently smiled at her and moved his thumb against her hand gently and slowly. His hand felt baby-soft, completely in contrast to his rough exterior.
“It’s not your fault. Stop apologising.” He whispered.
“Okay,” Y/n whispered back softly. “I’ll stop.”
“Now, tell me. Do you have any ideas?”
The following 2 hours consisted of them talking out ideas to try and sneakily get Jordan and Rabbit to meet up without getting anything to go wrong. It was difficult when Y/n was constantly switching between cleaning tables, taking orders, serving food and then talking to Rabbit again. Carly would glance at them every moment or so with a knowing smirk as she sipped on her chocolate milkshake or took a bite from her burger or chips.
“Okay, well that works for me.” Rabbit said, concluding the conversation.
“Right then. I’ll see you later.” Y/n replied.
‘Yeah. See you.” With those final words, Rabbit left the diner.
Immediately, Carly got up from her booth and approached Y/n and smiled at her. “You two going on another date?” She teased.
“No. We have a plan on getting Jordan and Rabbit to apologise to each other.” Y/n replied with a stern look on her face that matched her tone perfectly.
“Okay, but are you gonna act like him reaching for your hand never happened?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about!” Carly exclaimed. “You’re saying you completely missed out the part when he put his hand on yours?!”
“Oh, that. Well-”
“Oh, it’s okay Y/n. It's not your fault. How about we go on another date and make out with each other?” Carly said in a high pitched voice, clearly mocking Rabbit.
“Lower your voice.” Y/n replied. “You’re acting like a child. He didn’t say any of that.”
“Then what did he say?”
“He just told me to stop apologising and that it wasn't my fault.” 
“Yeah, same thing. Y/n, he's into you and so are you. Shoot your shot.”
“We're just friends Carly. And even if I did like him, I'd probably focus on getting him and Jordan to apologise before trying anything.”
Y/n got home after her exhausting shift and immediately threw herself onto the couch. Her back ached and her muscles felt utterly sore. Her ears were ringing and she had a killer headache too, not the best combination.
“You alright?” Jordan asked as he entered the room.
“No, not really. I'm so tired from work.” Y/n replied. “Shit, I left my purse at the diner.” She groaned in realisation. “Can we go get it?”
“You want me to drive you to the diner?” Jordan asked.
“Well it's bad enough you didn't want pick me up from my shift!” Y/n exclaimed. “Had to walk with aching legs back home now I can't even get a ride.” Y/n complained as she shuffled to get up.
“Okay, okay. I'll drop you off there.” Jordan insisted.
Y/n smirked to herself at how gullible Jordan was as she got in his car. She hadn't actually forgotten her purse. She was only lying to get Jordan to drive to the diner where Rabbit was waiting. 
Jordan parked his car in front the diner and looked over at his sister. “Go in and get it.”
“Actually…” Y/n began.
“Jeez, what did you do now?”
“Nothing! You just need to get out of the car.”
Jordan groaned I'm frustration as he unbcukled his seatbelt and got out of the car aggressively. Y/n couldn't help but chuckle at her brother's antics as she got out of the car.
Instead of her gong inside to the diner, she went around the back to a dark alleyway. Jordan scrunched up his face in confusion as he watched his sister going completely off task.
“Hey! Where the hell are you going?” Jordan asked.
Y/n didn't respond as she simply just continued to walk down the alleyway. Jordan quickly ran after her in a panic. 
“Y/n Y/l/n! Stop walking away from me!” He shouted after her, sounding just like a concerned mother.
When he entered the alleyway, all he could see was a dead end that chips of brick falling off and muddy graffiti. He soon became panicked when he realised his sister wasn't there.
“Y/n?” He called out.
“Jordan.” A voice said. 
He turned around to see Y/n and Rabbit standing behind him. His sister had a stern expression and Rabbit looked nervous buy tried to cover it with a neutral expression.
“What the hell is he doing here?” Jordan asked, feeling a spike of anger.
“Jordan, calm down.” Y/n said.
“Don't tell me to calm down! You bought me out here for nothing?”
“Not for nothing.” Rabbit interrupted. “Listen, man. I'm sorry, okay? I know asking your sister to hang out with me before asking you was wrong. And I know I should've told you before hand. I just don't want this ruin our friendship, man.”
The air was thick with tension as Jordan only stared at Rabbit with an unreadable expression. “Man, I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have gotten mad.”
Rabbit smiled Jordan, feeling relieved at his response. “So we're good?” 
“We're good.”
Jordan and Rabbit dapped each other up with their signature handshake before pulling each other into a hug. Y/n exhaled a sigh of relief she didn't realise she was holding. She was genuinely happy to see that her brother's friendship was mended.
“Hey, did you walk here? I didn't see your car at the car park.” Jordan asked.
“Nah man, I walked here.” Rabbit replied.
“Hey, I'll give you a ride home.” 
“Nah man, it's fine.”
“Rabbit, no way you're walking home in this cold ass weather.”
“Alright, I'll come. Thanks man.”
During the car ride, Jordan and Rabbit were discussing the rap battle taking place next week on Friday. Y/n simply instead listened whilst looking out the window, watching as the houses and rundown buildings passed her eyes.
“You can drop me off here.” Rabbit said.
“Man, don't be stupid. I can drop you off at your home.” Jordan insisted.
“I know but-”
“Rabbit. I don't care about where you live. Y/n won't either. Don't be embarrassed.” He said as he continued driving.
Y/n looked over at Rabbit and gave him a soft smile, letting him know that what Jordan said was true and that he didn't have to worry. Rabbit smiled back, feeling reassured.
Jordan stopped in front of Rabbit's trailer and dapped him up before Rabbit got out of the car.
“Alright, I'll see you around man.” Jordan said as he rolled the window down.
“Yeah man, see you too.” Rabbit replied. “Oh, and Y/n. Lily asked if you could come over some time. She likes your company.”
Jordan turned to his sister and gave her a nod, letting her know she could go. Y/n smiled at her brother before looking back at Rabbit.
“Yeah, I can do that. How's tomorrow?” She asked.
“Tomorrow's good. 10 am?” 
“Works for me.”
“Alright. I'll see you then. Goodnight you two.” 
Jordan and Y/n bid Rabbit goodnight before they drove back home.
Y/n knocked on Rabbit's door and waited in anticipation. For some reason, she could feel a buzz of nervousness in her stomach making it's way around to the rest of her body. She didn't understand why she felt this way, she wasn't scared for all she knew.
The door opened to reveal Lily looking up at Y/n with glee through her adorable blonde bangs.
“Y/n!” She exclaimed before hugging her.
“Hey Lily.” Y/n replied with a wide smile on her face.
“Come in!”
Lily stepped aside for Y/n to enter. The place was pretty cramped but it had a cosy feel to it. Y/n spotted Rabbit making pancakes in the kitchen and she was a bit surprised to say the least.
He wasn't wearing one of those baggy hoodies she had only ever seen him in. Instead, he was wearing a white tank top that suited him perfectly. His arms were toned with muscles that looked incredibly hot. He wasn't wearing his beanie either, revealing his brown buzz cut. Rabbit put the last pancake on the plate then turned to smile at Y/n.
“Hey.” He said.
“Hey.” Y/n replied 
“Did you have breakfast? I'm making pancakes.”
“I already ate at home.”
Rabbit nodded and kissed his teeth. “Uh, I should probably change this.” He said, looking down at his tank.
“Is it not hot?” Y/n blurted out. She could feel her cheeks burning up as the words left her mouth.
“It's November, Y/n.” Rabbit chuckled. “And of course you find it hot. You're wearing layers.” And by layers, he was referencing the shirt and baggy cardigan she was wearing.
Lily dragged Y/n over to the sofa and made her sit down. Lily took her little legs to the kitchen and took her plate of pancakes. She retreated to the sofa and placed the pancakes on her lap.
“When mum's not home, Jimmy let's me eat on the sofa and watch TV.” Lily giggled.
“He's a fun brother, huh?” Y/n asked.
“Yeah, I would've watched TV but I wanna talk to you.”
Y/n felt a cocoon of butterflies erupting in her heart as Lily said that. She smiled softly at her nodded. “I would love that.”
“Yay!” Lily cheered with a mouthful of pancakes. “So can we be friends?”
“Yeah, we can be friends.”
Lily giggled and continued talking to Y/n gleefully. Her brown eyes lighted up with excitement every time Y/n would answer some of her questions. She would continue to eat her pancakes as she listened carefully.
Rabbit came out of his room and leaned against the doorpost as he watched Y/n and Lily talking. Something about the way Y/n was soft and gentle with her tone when it came to talking to his sister made him feel something that he couldn't quite explain. He took his pancakes and sat with the girls on the couch. 
“Jimmy's working on a new track and I think it's dope!” Lily said.
Rabbit chuckled and Lily's interesting word choice and ruffled her hair. “Thanks baby.”
“You should listen to it after we finish breakfast.” Lily said to Y/n.
“If it's okay with your brother.” Y/n said as she looked over at him with gentle smile.
“Yeah, why not?” He replied.
After breakfast, Rabbit bought Y/n into his and Lily's shared room. The girls sat on the bed whilst Rabbit sat on his chair and played the track. 
If first started off with a few notes of the piano before it quickly changed to another beat, followed by Rabbit's voiced.
Yo, his palms are sweaty,
Knees weak,
Arms are heavy.
The lyrics played. Some parts of the song were left blank with no lyrics with only the beat playing.
“I left the parts I don't have lyrics for blank for now.” Rabbit explained.
“What do you think?” Lily asked.
“I like it. The beat’s nice. And your voice goes perfectly with it.” Y/n replied.
Rabbit smiled as he felt the tips of his ears heating up as they went pink. “Yeah, thanks.”
Time passed quickly as seconds struck like swift bolts of lightning. Rain pattered against the windows, making a calming rhythm of nature. The three of them were sitting around the table eating food Rabbit had prepared.
The warm food felt perfect against Y/n's tongue as her taste buds took in all the flavour, making a satisfying sensation for her. The scent of the food meandered through her nostrils, making her want to take more.
“You're a great cook, Rabbit.” Y/n complimented him.
“Thanks. But pancakes and lasagna are the only things I can make.” Rabbit replied.
“You can make sandwiches too!” Lily said, with little bits of sauce and cheese on the corners of the mouth.
“Anyone can make sandwiches.” Rabbit said as he took a napkin and cleaned the remnants of food off Lily's face.
“Can I?” Lily asked, her voice piqued with curiosity.
“Yeah, it's easy. 2 pieces of bread with some type of filling.”
The rest of the dinner was carried out by a comfortable silence and the sounds of cutlery clinking as they hit the plate. The silence was quickly disrupted when Rabbit's mum arrived home.
“Hey sweeties.” Stephanie said, greeting her children. She then saw Y/n sitting at the table, with a smile on her face. “Oh, Rabbit, you didn't tell me you had a girlfriend.” 
Embarrassment radiated off Y/n's face as her heat rose to her cheeks and to her ears, making her flustered.
“Ma, she's not my girlfriend. She's just a friend.” Rabbit groaned.
“Oh, sorry.” She apologised. “I'm Stephanie by the way.” 
“I'm Y/n, nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too. Say, you look quite familiar…” 
“She's Jordan's sister.” Rabbit said.
“Oh, no wonder! You two look so alike!”
The four of them chatted with each other, catching up on highlights for the day before Stephanie decided to retreat to her room. They also eventually finished their dinner and Y/n insisted she could help with the washing up.
Rabbit helped tuck Lily into bed whilst Y/n watched from the doorstop, a soft look in her eyes. He sang a quiet and gentle song to his sister to help her sleep. His voice sounded like an angel, beautiful and pure. When Lily eventually drifted to sleep, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead before turning the lights off and leaving the room.
“You're a good brother, you know.” Y/n said as they both sat on the couch.
“Thanks. But sometimes it just feels like I'm not.”
“What makes you say that?” 
“I just have this voice in my head that's telling me that she's growing up in a shitty trailer park because of me. That we're broke because of me. And I know it's my deadbeat dad to blame for, but I can't help that it's my fault. I want to give her the best. I can't do that.”
Y/n held Rabbit's hand, her fingertips grazing his silken hand as she traced every detail on it. She could feel her stomach twisting in nervousness as she did.
“Rabbit, you're a great brother. Lily looks so happy. Everytime I looked at her, she would always be smiling at you. She loves you Rabbit and she would definitely say that you're a great brother. And nothing is your fault, okay?”
Rabbit smiled softly as his grip on Y/n's hand tightened slightly. “Thanks. That means a lot.”
Y/n looked at the clock on the wall. She read as she realised that it was getting late. She immediately got up and dusted herself off. Some parts of her wanted to keep holding his hand.
“I need to go. It's getting late.” She said.
“I'll drop you off.” Rabbit offered.
“No, it's fine. I can walk.”
“No way. It's not safe for girls to walk here during this time of night.”
Y/n sighed “Fine.”
He grabbed his beanie and put it over his, then adjusted it slightly. He got his car keys as Y/n followed him out. They got in the car, feeling a wave or warmth hit their face, a complete contrast to the icy air outside.
The car ride had no exchange of words as quiet jazz music played from the radio. When they reached Y/n's house she took one last look at Rabbit and smiled. 
“Thank you. I had a lot of fun.” She said, softly.
“Me too.”
Without any warning, she reached in for an embracing hug. A caring warmth radiated their bodies and they put their arms around each other.
“I'll see you.” Y/n said after she pulled away.
“Yeah, see you.”
She got out of the car and went inside as she heard Rabbit's car driving away. Jordan was still at work. After getting into bed, she softly smiled to herself as she rewound the core memories of today. She felt a bud of happiness blooming in her heart.
A/N: thinking about making this a mini series with 6-7 chapters. Chapters may be a little longer though.
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yuurei20 · 8 months ago
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Short translation from the second Twisted Wonderland novel: Yuuya and the rumors
“'What's the matter? You look a bit down,’ says the ghost.
‘No…mm. It's nothing, but...' Yuuya’s reluctant response trails off in a sigh. ‘I just remembered that tomorrow is the start of another week.’ 
‘Ah, I get it.’ Ace nods in understanding. ‘You're all gloomy cause you don’t want to go to school.’
‘…yeah.’
‘I get that,’ Grim says with a knowing nod. ‘I hate all those boring classes.’
‘Nah, it’s cause he doesn’t want a bunch of guys he doesn’t even know giving him trouble again.’
Yuuya gives a weak nod.
Yuuya and Grim have been students at Night Raven College for a month. He’d assumed that everything would settle down in time, but after a certain incident things are more shaken up than ever.
It is as though there is no one at the school who has not heard the rumors surrounding Yuuya. Everyone is talking about the incident.
Riddle Rosehearts, the housewarden who reigned over Heartslabyul Dorm, and his excessively strict rules. His authoritarian regime may have continued until his graduation but then, disoriented, he had unleashed a torrent of magical power that resulted in his overblot. 
Blot is a byproduct of using magic. While a phenomenon that can pose a deadly threat to mages who allow it to accumulate, it is very rare for it to ever reach that point. For an overblot to occur within such a prestigious, traditional school for mages was unprecedented.
It was a major incident that involved both the students of Heartslabyul, and those of another dorm entirely.
A dorm that was most recently dubbed ‘Ramshackle.’ Its two members are Kuroki Yuuya, a human from another world incapable of using magic, and Grim, a magical beast.
They are special first-years, having received permission from the headmage to enroll due to unusual circumstances.
‘Well, it’s not like the rumors are wrong, but they leave out a lot of important parts.’
Listening to Ace explain, Yuuya starts to feel dizzy.
‘I wasn’t really that caught up in everything with Riddle-senpai, I just happened to be there with you two…I don’t really think ‘special first year’ is the right way to put it.’
‘I guess the main point is that they’re not just rumors.’ Deuce seems to be thinking hard, and Ace laughs aloud.
‘I get asked about you all the time, too, but it’s not like I can say they're wrong or refute them, right?’
‘It’s okay to refute them! People are even coming to our classroom, now, to look in. I thought I was just imagining it at first, but…it’s probably the rumors.’
‘Well, you hear something like that and of course you’re gonna think, ‘I wonder how amazing that first-year really is,’ right?’
‘Speaking of which, on Friday, when I saw you talking to someone from another class,’ Deuce blinks as if having just remembered something. ‘I thought it was someone you knew―they were just hassling you?’
‘Yeah...I might have fainted if you hadn't walked up.’
‘That's a bit dramatic...but then again, not for Yuu, I guess.’
While he is an ordinary human, there is one thing that sets Yuuya apart from others: he detests fighting. 
Even witnessing a conflict sets him on edge, and hearing the slightest argument makes him anxious. There is nothing that Yuuya would not do to avoid a fight.
And yet, it seems that a considerable number of students now view him as a rival. Night Raven College students have a lot of pride. Rumors about a special first-year student must have sparked their competitive spirit.
There is no end to the openly hostile students. Whenever he hears, ‘Hey, are you Yuu?,’ he gives an evasive answer and runs away.
‘What? Someone pickin’ a fight? We can’t just let ‘em mock Ramshackle Dorm.’ Grim growls, wrinkling his small, black nose. ‘Tell me who it is an’ where they are. I’ll knock ‘em right out!’
‘Absolutely not.’
‘Well, don’t let it get to you.’ Ace pats Yuuya on the back. He hasn’t stopped chuckling. ‘People will forget about the rumors sooner or later. Hang in there!’
‘That’s easy for you to say…’
If any of them were significantly involved in the situation with Riddle, it was Ace. But with the gossip about Yuuya spreading like wildfire Ace has been able to avoid any negative attention, skillfully keeping himself out of the trouble.
Perhaps he feels guilty about it. ‘You actually seem to be fitting in with the class more,’ he offers in assurance.
‘You think so? Nothing feels different.’
‘Yeah, I think you’re starting to fit in, too.’ 
Yuuya remains glum, even despite Deuce's encouragement. Ace and Deuce exchange glances and shrug."
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madebyrolo · 9 months ago
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See you then ᡣ𐭩
Rafe Cameron x reader
she/her
y/n and Rafes first date.
Pt.2
Pouge princess (pt.1)
hints of dark Rafe, mainly soft Rafe
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It was 4:30pm, y/n and jjs 7 hour shift was done and soon her parents arrived and took over for the night shift.
“Hey how was your guys shift ?” Y/n dad asked while putting on his apron.
“It was fine, pretty hectic towards noon, the tips were amazballs ! I got $48, y/n though…” jj started side eyeing her.
“I got $50 alone from Rafe Cameron.” Y/n said blushing.
“Wards son?” Y/n dad questioned
“That was so sweet of him did you thank him!?” Her mom chimed in
“Yea I did, it was kinda out it the blue”
“Yea that was pretty nice of him..” y/n dad said suspicious
“Ugh handsome and a gentleman. Y/n you thinking what I’m thinking?” She joked with her while she blushed
“Uh no thank you. Hes just one of our finest customers.” Her dad said
“Yea I agree with your dad” jj scoffed
“I don’t need my daughter going off dating a that kind of kook.” He scowled
“Tell me about it” Jj said under his breath
“Hey don’t be mean Rafe isn’t that bad-”
“Y/n he hates pouges. Him and topper always is getting into trouble with John b and I and his fight with pope-”
“Jj that’s enough let’s go. Bye guys I’m headed to John bs see you later” y/n said interrupting jj trying not to create non existent drama between her dad and Rafe
As they walk to her car jj keeps complaining about the boys.
“I don’t see why you can’t just accept the fact he’s a bad guy y/n. All of them are the scum of the kook.” Jj complained
“Just because you and Rafe have problems doesn’t mean we do jay” she said opening the driver side door. She gets in and sits, taking a deep breath from her shift and jjs bickering.
As jj enters the car he opens the glove department grabbing his juul and cart, taking a deep hit. He isn’t an allowed to do it in or around the truck because they don’t want that bad image.
“You’ve seen the after maths of our fights y/n. the amount off times you had to clean me up in john b bathroom can make you a certified emt!?”
“Okay he’s bad jj whatever you say” she said somewhat agreeing. It’s true, she had cleaned up the boy more than 5 times. So much that you had 2 first aide kits. One in your car and under John bs sink.
“But it’s weird though that he tipped $50 was it out of pity?” he said taking another hit
“Yeah a little but I’m not complaining” y/n said starting her car. Jj grabs the aux playing his playlist, the song “Cinderella” by Mac Miller plays. She begins pulling out the parking lot headed towards John bs house.
“I mean from what I noticed, him and topper are there like practically everyday. Like I know I’m only there like 2 times a week or the weekends but everytime I work they’re always there”
“Jj they’re just loyal customers-”
“Yea but don’t get me wrong your foods good, like I would always eat there compared to what I have at home but wouldn’t they get tired of it? They have money they can get like expensive stuff like sushi or whatever” there silence in the car. Y/n sat thinking that he had a point. she’s practically there everyday in the summer and they’re always there.
“Yea you’re onto something” she agreed
“What if they’re spying on us? What if they know about the royal merchant?” Jj squinted looking suspicious
“Jj when have we ever talked about the money or anything related to that at work”
“Yeah you’re right…”
“But that still doesn’t explain why they’re always there” jj soon gasped
“What if your mom was right? What if they have the hots for you? Your things are always out” he said motioning to her breasts .
He said quickly turning towards the girl.
“Jj come on -”
“Nah it couldn’t be that. They hate us and beside they wouldn’t touch, let alone date a pouge” he said with a laugh. For a minute y/n felt offended that he said that.
“Jj what do you mean? Like I wouldn’t even have a chance with him ?” Y/n scoffed rolling her eyes.
“In a way. Like it’s totally not about you but he wouldn’t even step foot in the cut. We’re too poor for him.” He said calmly
“Well I hope you know i can get any guy I want” she said cockily
“Y/n it’s not about you. Your personality, looks or anything. He probably just wants to date someone with a trust fund or a matching black card.” Jj say defending himself
“Let’s just drop it alright”
“They would be lucky you bag you y/n” he said taking a hit and hitting her shoulder.
After a couple minutes they reached John bs chateau. She parked in his makeshift driveway and they went inside to the back porch finding them all there.
“What up” Jj say before crashing down on the only empty chair.
“Hey guys how was your shift?” Kiara asked
“Busy but money is money so” y/n said sitting in the arm chair of the couch beside John b
“Rafe and topper were there again.” Jj complained
“Again? Don’t you get tired of complaining ever jay?” Y/n throwing her head back.
“Guys y/n thinks Rafe isn’t a bad guy”
“Who would ever think that” Sarah said walking in. Y/n gets off the arm chair letting her sit in John bs lap.
“Me” y/n said with a flat smile
“If Sarah his own sister for crying out loud, would agree why wouldn’t you?” Jj argued
“I don’t know, like I get the sibling hatred and your guys drama but I’ve never met him. I wouldn’t want to stick him to what other people say. What if people did that about us ?”
“They do y/n” Pope said.
“Yeah so you know how it feels. I want to at least have an interaction with him before I put a label on. Let’s just stop alright I’ve had this argument already.” and with that they just put on a movie ignoring the tension between the two.
Halfway through the movie she got a notification on her phone. She pulls it out to check and sees it’s from a random number. She ignores it knowing it’s probably spam but then there’s another ding. She takes it out and opens up the messages.
“Hey”
“I’ve been waiting for you to text me pouge princess.”
Rafe.
“How’d you get my number?”
“I have my ways.”
Weird. The only contact she had were the pouges, parents and Sarah. He must’ve looked through her phone.
“Kinda weird but I like it”
she texted back with a small giggle.
“Who you texting y/n” pope asked
“Oh it’s just my dad. He sent a stupid meme” she said rolling her eyes playfully. She looked back the screen reading his reply
“You love crazy or what?”
“Yes it’s hot”
she replied knowing she would regret it later.
“Well you’re in for a ride. Wanna hang out tn? I’ll pick you up.”
“Yes I’ll love too.”
“Your place 7:00 See you then princess”
With the clock reading 6:22 she got up from the floor and got her bag.
“Uh my dad needs me at the truck so I gotta go. Text me what we’re doing tomorrow. Bye guys” she said pacing to the front door while they yelled their goodbyes.
She gets in her car and heads home. By the time she got there it was 6:45. She quickly headed inside and went straight to her room. She looked though her closet because all she had was on was of John bs shirt she put on after jj spilled cheese on hers. She was nervous on what to wear, this was her first date in a while. Sure she had her little situation ships but she felt nervous. She decided on a black denim mini skirt and blue tube top with her black adidas superstars. She quickly fixed her hair fluffing it and put her favorite scent on. Soon she got a text from Rafe
“I’m outside”
She quickly grabbed her bag and put on her lipgloss and went out the door. She saw his truck in her drive way then she walked to the passenger door. Before she could open it Rafe leaned over the center console and opened it for her from inside.
“Ah thank you Rafe. Such a gentlemen.” Y/n joked
“Chivalry isn’t dead princess” Rafe replied
“So what are we gonna do?” She asked
“Um I don’t sure I didn’t really have a plan. I was just hoping to hang out” he said with a small smile
“What about froyo ?” Y/n offered
“Yea sure I’m down. Here’s the aux, your tonight’s dj” he handed her the aux and started backing out her driveway. She plugged it in and Tyler the creator started playing.
“Is this a boy is a gun?” Rafe asked
“Yea, are you a Tyler fan?”
“Um yes. His Igor album was good I have it on vinyl. I don’t have a player but I keep it for the ‘aesthetic’ ” he joked
“Yeah I love his music though his old stuff is a little more scary in a way”
“I guess but his goblin album is iconic. ‘She’ I have on repeat and ‘Goblin’ has to be my favorite on that album and ‘tron cat’. thought my favorite song has to be New magic wand.” Rafe said
“Oh well yea I agree with ‘She’ it’s good but I don’t know the albums a little dark for me, I like ‘flower boy’ it’s more, happier you know ? and ‘cherry bomb’ ”
She couldn’t lie he was weird he liked that album. “True Tyler fans” wouldn’t mind it but it had to many vulgar topics for her. Soon the songs “feel no ways” by Drake, thankful for the somewhat mood change.
“See Drake is so good like he’s been around for so long and still can’t seem to miss” y/n commented
“Yea Drakes nice, I’ve been listening to him since middle school this has to be my favorite album.”
Couple minutes past with small talk and singing along in the car. They soon arrived to the froyo place. They walk in rafe grabbing him a medium cup and y/n the same.
They fill it up to the limit of their dreams and putting whatever toppings would fit. Rafe went for a more fruity taste with strawberry shortcake frozen yogurt with chocolate toppings, y/n with a the birthday cake and adding fruit and candy. He pulled out his infamous black card and paid for the both of them, they sat outside on the patio watching the sunset.
“So Rafe, what do you like to do?” Y/n asked trying to spark a convo
“Well I like going to the country club and hitting the golf course with topper and Kelce. I’m helping my dad with the Cameron development and learning real estate with him and Rose, it’s somewhat interesting and fun when he doesn’t get too mad” he said with a laugh “what about you?”
“Well when I’m not working I’m hanging out with jj and the others. I also love volunteering at the animal shelter. I love learning to work on my car with my dad and I love going off roading even though my poor Edward can’t handle it” she said with a frown
“Wait did you make your car? And named it Edward ?” he laughed
“Yes it’s me and him against the world. I named him after the vampire from twilight.” she said proudly.
“Honestly twilight would’ve been a better name.”
“Oh shush!” She said playfully hitting him.
They finished their dessert and head to the car. They’re just talking while Rafe drives around anywhere and everywhere. The soon make it on the beach. Rafe parks not too far and they walk hand in hand.
“How did you know where I lived? I never gave you my address” she finally asked
“Rose sold you your house. I work with her and my dad remember?” He told her squeezing her hand for reassurance.
“Oh yeah that adds up I guess” she hummed even though it didn’t. They bought the house before Rafe was born and he was older than the girl.
They continued to walk along the coast just talking and getting to know eachother. Everything the pouges said about him didn’t add up. He was sweet, charming and funny. He wasn’t the money hungry asshole, he was the 19 helping with family business guy who loved hip hop and chocolate. His favorite animal is a shark and favorite color is blue. He doesn’t take anyone’s shit and he’s potent in a way.
“Hey Rafe, you know I’ve heard many stories about you.”
“Oh really ? Like what” he asked concered
“You know, you’re the frat playboy. The bad boy that doesn’t play by the rules, who gets in and trouble and party’s like crazy” y/n explained
“jj always told me you were the bad guy. You wouldn’t even breathe the same air as a pouge. But you’re not the monster they play you out to be” she said looking at him. He turns the same way and they’re looking eachother in the eyes. It’s silence, it’s like they’re reading each other, look deep down into their souls something connecting in them.
“Y/n I know you want to think I’m perfect but I’m not. I really do get in fights, you seen them with jj. I don’t really mean harm or anything bad. I don’t let people disrespect me or my family like that. Jj knows how to push my buttons and he does it freely thinking he can get away with it”
“Yea I can’t argue with that.” She said with a grin
“I don’t understand how you can be friends with them. Mainly jj, he’s deep into this mindset aching like the words against him and that goes well with some pouges. But you, you’re different. You know hard work, your whole family does. You don’t take shit from anyone you see strong indepents-”
“Rafe please dont bring kook vs pouge talk into this.”
“Your right I’m sorry” he said caressing her cheek.
“I just think you deserve more. You deserve all the happiness in the world. You deserve peace. I want to make you feel that way. I want you to live the fullest you can. I wanna help you touch the stars” he said looking into her eyes, his free hand pulling her closer, hand against her lower back.
“I wanna give you everything.” Rafe whispered out to her before pulling her into a kiss.
The kiss was soft yet rough. The way their lips fit perfectly together. They way they melted in each others arms. The taste of chocolate lingering in Rafe mouths mixed with a candy taste of y/n. The kiss was intoxicating, they wouldn’t back out and the only reason they did was for y/n to catch her breath although the hungry look in Rafe eyes made it seem he wouldn’t have.
The only source of living being admitted was the moon, the way it shined against Rafes skin and his perfectly chiseled facial features made him look beautiful like a diamond. His ice blue like blue sky she always look at hoping for a chance of change. The way the 2 pieces of his hair perfectly failing in front of his face after what they just did.
“Let’s head back” y/n said with their foreheads together, their breathing getting back to normal.
They walk to the car, y/n leaning on Rafes shoulder as he had his arm wrapped around her. He opened the car door for her letting he get in and buckling her up. She connects her phone and plays frank ocean as he gets the car started. One hand on the wheel the other tangled up with her hand. The ride was peaceful and euphoric vibes filled the car. They shared small little childhood stories and embarrassing memories to each other. The 20 minute commute from the beach to y/n house felt like 5. Once Rafe Parked in her driveway they shared another deep kiss.
“Goodnight Rafe, I’ll text you tomorrow morning, drive safe”
“Good my princess” he said pulling her into one last kiss not wanting to part.
She gets out and shuts the car door, walking to her home. Rafe doesn’t drive off until she’s shuts the door behind her. It’s around 9:45pm her parents are still working the night shift. She grabs a clean pairs of clothes and heads to the bathroom. Soon shes in bed thinking about her date with Rafe. The pouges were wrong about him, he was literally the boy she dreamed, almost picture perfect. They 100% never saw the side of Rafe she did but she also didn’t see what they saw.
As Rafe drives home, he thinks about y/n. y/n is the girl of his dreams, the girl he wants, craves, needs. Once he get home he sends her a quick text.
“I made it home. I had a really great time today, thank you for letting me take you out y/n. I really hope we can do this again. Good night my princess.”
Y/n got the ding and immediately responded back
“Glad you made it home safe! Thank you for asking me out if not I wouldn’t have met the real Rafe. I’m glad I got to share this night with you. Good night and sweet dreams <3”
Y/n feel into a deep sleep after the most magical night of her life. She wished for more nights like these with Rafe without knowing what he had in stored for her.
Like the imfmouse Tyler the creator lyric said:
“My plan was to stick my toe in to check the temperature but next thing you know, I’m drowning.”
𓇼 ⋆。˚ 𓆝⋆。˚ 𓇼
Tags: @soberbabes
Happy Valentine’s Day 💌🎀
I know we all wished we had our man today bu I hope my pt.2 helps 🤭
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Lmk what you guys think !!
Feel free to dm to talk about a pt.3 or continuing my story plot 🌟
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sistertotheknowitall · 9 months ago
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Tim is crying.
Now Jason hears Tim crying and how he sounds just heartbroken. And this upsets Jason, and Jason is mad. He doesn’t know why he’s mad but it’s the same feeling of anger he gets when any of his siblings are badly injured. Like he’s not just pissed at them for being stupid and getting hurt, but like he’s pissed at the thing that hurt them. So he can’t say why he cares just that he does.
So Jason takes it upon himself to get back at the ducker who hurt his brother replacement.
Now I know this can sound like hurt/comfort and trying big brother Jason with a side of angst for Tim.
But that’s not where my mind first went to.
Hear me out!
Now Tim is crying for a silly reason, okay? (He’s been up too late and saw a puppy rescue video that had him sobbing and then he thinks to himself ‘okay wow, big emotions, time to sleep.’)
Jason hears Tim and he may not know what’s going on but he’s connecting the dots. He’s connecting the wrong dots. But he’s connecting the dots all the same. He has come to the conclusion that Kon-El/Connor, Tim’s boyfriend, has upset Tim and/or broke up with him. Now mind you he has not talked to Tim.
So Jason calls Dick because Bruce changed the password to the vault with the kryptonite and Dick has a weird ability to correctly guess Bruce’s passwords. (When asked Dick said he knew based on Bruce’s mood that week. As if that answered the question.)
Now Dick is confused, “Why do you need kryptonite? Oh god, you’re not going to try and fight Clark are you? Please don’t. He gets so sad.”
And Jason doesn’t really explain the reason just what he thinks he knows, which is 1)Kon and Tim got into a fight and maybe broke up and 2) Tim is sobbing in his room and “now I have to kill Kon.”
“Kon and Tim? Jason. They weren’t dating.”
“Oh poor little Goldie. Always so oblivious.”
“….. were they actually dating?”
“Yeah? Why else would they be glued at the hip? And the flirting? They’re always flirting! If they’re not together I’m eating my left foot.”
“Why the left one?”
“I like the right one better.”
“Wow…. I can’t believe it. They were together this whole time and he didn’t tell me. Am I not a good brother? Why couldn’t he tell me?”
“It doesn’t matter! Are you gonna help me kill Superboy or not?”
“……… yeah, sure. The code is 10 1 18 18 15.”
“Seriously?”
“Well, he is the favorite.”
Cue Jason hunting down Superboy and Superboy being really confused. Dick has informed the others of Tim’s break up and they cheer Jason on but do not get involved. Eventually Superman and Batman do get involved once they realize what’s happening. Jason has to explain and Tim is embarrassed. Kon is amused but also why does Jason kill first ask questions later?
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