#but like. if u mean it i can think of One Thing you can do to approach that. you know. actually one thing you can Stop Doing
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Post by u/DJConvex to r/AskReddit on Nov 6, 2024:
People who work in DC for the government, what is the vibe?
Comment by u/Meduselde:
Resigned. We are generally very good about not discussing politics in the workplace but the vibe was obviously off. My more conservative colleagues who were happy Trump won were extremely respectful. There wasn't smug gloating and they were very obviously being cognizant of others' feelings even more than normal. It was extremely appreciated. Ultimately, we survived the first administration and will survive again. It's not necessarily Trump who was the problem last time, but his inexperienced senior appointees. The world isn't going to end nor do I feel democracy will crumble at his feet. It's just gonna be chaotic, and that's the worst part as a worker bee. At least with Biden we had consistent leadership and clear guidance, even if you didn't agree with it. Under Trump, your "yes man" says "no" and that's how you rotate through four SECDEFs. But as a sign of hope, it also means that even the most loyal DO say "no" sometimes, especially when businessmen are finally confronted with the realities of governance.
They chill out REAL quick on their dismantlement plans when they see the work these agencies do and what's at stake if they don't stand up for their people. It's easy to say you will dissolve or cut funding for something when you do not truly understand it. And as much as people say we can ALL be magically replaced with "yes men," even the most stone-hearted appointees recognize that the last thing you ever want is to lose the entirety of your skilled workforce. They learn it's best to get the skilled people to work towards their vision and not hire enthusiastic but stupid people to attempt the same. If they do, they risk looking inept themselves. You don't get skilled federal workers in a blue portion of the country to work for you by being a fucking Nazi. We're cranky and will make your life hell if you behave like that. I'm not talking about some sort of organized resistance movement because we feel like it. That's wrong. But just imagine hundreds of thousands pissed off at you. If that's the Deep State at work, then we aspire to be the quality of swampy Deep State your racist uncle thinks we are. If implementing dictatorship was that easy, Trump would have taken out every agency his last term and fired us all. I am actually extremely proud of the resiliency and checks and balances that the American federal government has in place to prevent most of the shit he says he can achieve by waving a magic executive wand. (He's done this once. He knows he can't. He just lets the majority of the population believe he can.) Us feds will make it, as we always have.
And we will live up to our oath to serve the Constitution, not a president. We serve every official of every party faithfully within the bounds of legalities and our oath. Working for administrations you may not like it's just a part of the job that we all recognize. Public servants at the federal level generally hold that extremely close to their heart. The ones that don't (I'm talking to YOU, WaPo "informants!") put us to shame. We're just tired, man. I can't believe it has already been four years since the last round. There's going to be some waves, no doubt, and some people definitely are going to be hurt at upper levels. But grab a Twisted Tea and buckle up. We'll at least pretend it's meant to be a roller coaster and ride it. TL;Dr Democracy is not going to die. But a drink and "thanks" would go a long way.
EDIT: Woah! I woke up this morning and am surprised by how much traction this got. I'm sad that this was the most positive thing some people had read. I'm sorry it's been that bad. I am not predicting outcomes. I have no idea how it's going to go. It's going to be bloody. But the hope I am trying to get across is that we are a resilient people and a group of (generally) good people. It will be okay, okay? The people that really make or break your daily life are those around you and your local government. Hold those around you close to your heart and always be kind. Everybody go outside, take a deep breath, eat something you love, and hug your grandma (even if she voted differently). The world is still turning and the sky is still blue. Being surrounded by spiraling anger on the internet only makes us the losers, not those we disagree with. The only thing we can do right now is wait. We have a few months to cool off! Enjoy your holidays!
EDIT 2: I think everybody has forgotten about this, but go check out the memorandum signed by the Joint Chiefs of Staff at the end of Trump's first term after January 6. The feds basically said "fuck that" when people were scared that the government was going to turn the military on them to help Trump in some way. While it was specifically addressed to our armed forces members, it was spread throughout the DOD and beyond. Partially as a result of federal workers' fear (not actually ordered, to be crystal clear) that they would be asked to turn on citizens. This sentiment was echoed across the entire government via internal emails (from Trump appointees!) as well to the civilian workforce. That's one of my proudest moments as an American and why I know we will get through it.
Emphasis mine. Link to original Reddit Post. Link to an article about the aforementioned memorandum signed by the Joint Chiefs of Staff.
Don't give up. We will get through this.
#us politics#election 2024#donald trump#kamala harris#we will get through this. we will survive.#jen.post
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LITERALLY FINISHED AN ASSIGNMENT AND NOW I CAN TAKE A BREATH LETS GOOOO (long annotations below ïżœïżœïżœïž)
Arrogant, volatile, downright psychotic â Rafe was a walking disaster.
my psychopath lets gooo
The cabin was small and sparsely furnished: a bunk, a tiny porthole high on the wall, and a single chair bolted to the floor.There was a faint hum of the ship's engines, a constant reminder that you were far from land and any chance of immediate rescue.
ur descriptions paints the scene of s2ep10 when they were on the ship so well, like i remember staring at your words going: wow đŠ
"They left. Now, you're my problem. Lucky me.""Now, what am I going to do with you?"
why r all the crazy ones so fine
âTo you? Or Ward? Do you only get this cocky when daddyâs not around to rein you in?â
i love LOVE when the reader provokes rafe using his father like bro that's such a trigger for him rein it in đ
The punch came so fast, you didnât see it coming. Pain exploded across your jaw, and you tasted blood. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. âYou donât fucking talk about her, dirty pogue. Ever.â
YOOOOOO đĄ
The path led deeper into the heart of the island, the dense foliage casting long shadows as the sun began to set.
god, i love ur descriptions so much u don't understand i'm taking notes as i read this đ
He blinked, momentarily thrown off guard by your words, âStay out my fucking way or Iâll kill you myself.â
i love how much of a psychopath he is in this fic, like yes, this is the crazy man of s2 (i can fix him đ€đ»)
He was a product of his environment, molded by a father who saw him as nothing more than a means to an end.
YES, i love maybank!reader's deep analysis of rafe bc we know and that doesn't excuse his behavior but it helps us understand him đ„č
But beneath it all, there was something else. Something youâd seen before, when you looked at yourself in the mirror after you took the biggest beating of your life and Luke finally got thrown into jail: hope.Â
i love her lore so so much!!
And you began to see a way out, not just for yourself, but for Rafe too.
she's a love not a fighter fr đ©
"Because he's family. And sometimes, family is all you have. Even when theyâre terrible, even when they hurt you, sometimes you canât just walk away.""Family's supposed to be everything, right?"
my daddy issues babies, sometimes i wanna push u two together like barbie and ken during play sessions (am i making sense idk anymore)
The sight of the blood staining your arm made his expression shift from bewilderment to fury.
I LOVE LOVE LITTLE DETAILS LIKE THIS
âShut up. Just⊠shut up.â He turned back to you, his eyes softening slightly as he took in the sight of your injured arm
he has a heart !!!!
"So this is all about you, then? Your precious ass and how it looks to Ward? Typical Cameron bullshit, only caring about themselves."You don't know what you're talking about," he said, his voice dangerously low. "You think this is easy for me? Keeping you safe, dealing with all this? It's not just about me. It's about keeping everything under control."
one of the things i admire so heavily with your writing is ur ability to write tense dialogues, the way they fight back and forth with words!! like i love it so so much!!
"You're impossible," he hissed, his voice a raw whisper."And youâre a coward," you shot back, your voice equally low but no less fierce.The next moment happened in a blur. Rafeâs grip tightened, and before you could process what was happening, his lips crashed into yours with a ferocity that left you breathless.
LOVE LOVE A HATE KISS
The kiss was rough and desperate, fueled by anger and frustration, a collision of two souls too damaged to recognize the depths of their own pain.And yet, beneath the layers of animosity and resentment, there was a sparkâas if you were both too messed up to understand how much you needed each other.
the poetry!!! shakespeare!!! u can write hamlet but can william write this?!?!?
"You're impossible," he muttered against your lips, the words barely audible over the sound of your heavy breathing."And youâre an asshole,â you shot back, your voice breathless, your body arching into his touch.He pulled back just enough to look at you, the tip of his nose brushing against yours slightly "Drive me fucking crazy.â
i love when they're making out but they find ways to take shots at each other "I hate you," you panted, pouring as much venom into your words as possible. Your thighs tightened around his hips, feeling every inch of him against you. âYour body doesnât,â He replies coldly, each syllable slowly drawn from his throat, "âFucking asshole.ââFucking brat.â
he's such a prick đ i want him in my bed
"Eyes on me,â he growled, his voice rough and commanding. "Let me see you.â
one of the hottest things a man can say to me
âY-Youââ He sighed, pausing, âDonât pull that shit again. Iâll get you out, okay?Â
one of my favorite scenes got me kicking my feet like a school girl (dude u CARE stfu đ)
âWeâre getting out.âYou wanted to believe in him more than anything. In that moment, it was the only thing that mattered, âYeah?"âYeah, pretty Maybank. You and me."âOkay.ââOkay.â
I'M OBSESSED WITH YOUR WORDS OH MY GOD
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FINAL THOUGHTS | okay okay, let me catch my breath because that smut (their banter!!) was so fucking hot đ„” (why do i use emojis like a middle school boy? anyways) i think what i truly noticed from this fic is how compelling you can make a scene. the way you built transitions so seamlessly through strong descriptions about what's going on (plot wise!) and it's such an admirable skill that i deeply deeply wish i have. especially because the language and vocabulary you use are so clean and expressive without making the audience (like me) feel dumb about not knowing the definition (does that make sense?) also also. as i always point out, i'm obsessed with your build-up dialogues. right before we hit the intense parts, you manage to build up this anticipation and adrenaline from reader and rafe arguing back and forth. and what i appreciate is how you kept the enemies part of enemies to lovers all the way through, only concluding that reader feels complicated near the end. like i love that she didn't fold; she continues to be defiant and her and that brings me to another trait i love about ur writing: ur consistency in your readers. if u plan on making a certain reader rebellious, you keep it to the very end and i love that. oops, this is getting a little too long. anyways, as always, incredible work gigi, i would love to see more of maybank!reader from you especially a second part to their escape (and what it means for them to be back in obx together?? her brother's reaction?? đ« )
THE OTHER SIDE OF PARADISE - rafe cameron (+18)
request: "a rafe enemies to lovers đ«Ł the reader is jjs sister the whole drama before but then she gets left behind on the ship and rafe ends up comforting her and then yea thatâs all I got you can do whatever else the rest đ" + "def some little smut during the enemies part and a long story"
WARNINGS: maybank!reader; kidnapping; smut!; violence!; rafe is a red flag; guns and blood; p in v; they tell each other to shut the fuck up a lot lmao;
word count: 8k...im sorry
The sun dipped low, painting the Outer Banks marshes in shades of fiery orange. Tensions between the Kooks and the Pogues had hit a fever pitch, and in the middle of it all? Rafe Cameron, the last person you'd want to encounter. Ever.Â
Every run-in with him left a bitter taste in your mouth, lingering for days. It was like he had a knack for getting under your skin. Arrogant, volatile, downright psychotic â Rafe was a walking disaster. Each interaction with him sucked the life out of you. You were convinced that nothing good could ever come from being around him. And yet, there you were, another Maybank, caught in the chaos of the island's most influential family feud.
You knew the risks, but loyalty drove you forward. And now? Well, now you were in deep shit.
Your plan had been reckless, fueled by the desperate need to save Sarah from her deranged family and retrieve Pope's stolen cross. Everything had gone smoothly until chaos erupted, and you found yourself abruptly yanked away from the corridor by a strong grip on your arm, before you could even call out for your brother and Kie. Another hand clamped over your mouth, stifling any attempts to scream. In a blur, you were dragged into a dimly lit cabin, the men's hold on you unyielding. Struggling was futile against his iron grip. He tossed you inside, slamming the door shut and locking it behind him. The gravity of your situation hit hard immediately â you were alone, at the mercy of Ward Cameron. The man who'd silenced anyone who dared oppose him, even going as far as faking his own death, kidnapping his own daughter, and manipulating his son into committing murder.Â
Because in his twisted world, family trumped everything. Even murder.
Your mind raced as you took in your surroundings. The cabin was small and sparsely furnished: a bunk, a tiny porthole high on the wall, and a single chair bolted to the floor. There was a faint hum of the ship's engines, a constant reminder that you were far from land and any chance of immediate rescue. You quickly assessed your options. The door was solid, and you didn't have anything strong enough to force it open. Fuck, fuck fuck.Â
You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. Panic wouldn't help; you needed a plan. But then, like a nightmare come to life, the devil himself stepped into the room, his eyes piercing as they landed on you. The man who had captured you stood behind him, a smug grin on his face.Â
Rafe was visibly surprised to see you, but he quickly concealed it behind a cold, calculating expression. His forehead glistened with sweat, his hair damp and sticking to his temples. His shirt clung to his back, soaked through from the scorching heat, and beads of perspiration trickled down his face. He wiped his brow with a weary hand and his gun gleamed ominously in the dim light.
"Well shit,â Rafe said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Look what we have here. Didn't expect to see ya again so soon pretty Maybank.â
You tried to keep your expression neutral, but your mind was racing with questions. Where were your friends? Were they safe? Was your brother even alive? Before you could ask, Rafe continued, his tone mocking.Â
"Your brother really did a number on you, huh? Left you behind without a second thought. Typical Maybank shit, huh? Always knew you were unreliable."
Son of a bitch. You clenched your fists, fighting to keep your composure. "You're lying," you countered, your voice steady despite the fear gnawing at you, "He wouldn't leave me."
Not unless he was forced to.
Rafe chuckled, a dark, humorless sound. "Believe what you want. They left. Now, you're my problem. Lucky me."
âYouâre lying.â
His eyes gleamed with a dangerous glint as he advanced towards you. You took a step back, but there was nowhere to go. The cold, metal wall pressed against your back, mirroring the chill that had settled in your bones.
"Now, what am I going to do with you?" he mused, tilting his head as if genuinely contemplating your fate. The gun in his hand swung lazily at his side, but you knew better than to think it wasn't ready to be used at a moment's notice. You swallowed hard, your mind frantically searching for a way out of this hellhole. He was unpredictable and volatile; years of snorting cocaine and family trauma did that to some people.Â
But maybe, just maybe, you could reason with him.Â
âRafe, listen. You don't have to do this. Let me go and we can both walk away from this. No one has to get hurt."
Again.Â
His laugh was sharp and bitter. "You think I'm going to let you go just because you asked nicely?" He stepped closer, his breath hot against your face. "Nah. You're going to stay right here until I decide what to do with you.âÂ
You tried to keep your breathing steady, but fear clawed at your chest. The odds were against you, as they had always been your entire life.
"What do you want, Rafe? The cross? We can make a deal."
His eyes narrowed, the amusement fading.Â
"You think this is about money? About that fucking cross? This is about power. Control. And right now...huh, shit, I control you." He leaned in, his voice a deadly whisper. "The cross is mine now. How do you feel about the Bahamas?â
Your top lip curled in disgust, âIâd rather drown.â
His smile twisted into something even darker. âI think youâre worth more alive, at least for now.â
You refused to show him any more fear. âTo you? Or Ward? Do you only get this cocky when daddyâs not around to rein you in?â
Rafeâs expression hardened, and for a moment, you thought youâd pushed him too far. He leaned in close, his eyes cold and unforgiving.Â
âWatch your fucking mouth, Maybank. You donât know anything about my family.â
You laughed bitterly, unable to stop yourself. âYeah, no. You're right. Just that you're dadâs little lapdog, doing his dirty work while he pretends to be some upstanding citizen. And whereâs your mom in all this? Oh! She left.â
The punch came so fast, you didnât see it coming. Pain exploded across your jaw, and you tasted blood. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. âYou donât fucking talk about her, dirty pogue. Ever.â
Anger took over you like wildfire, burning hotter than the pain. Your jaw throbbed, but the rage was stronger. You wanted to hit him back, to wipe that smug look off his face, to make him feel the hurt he had inflicted on you. Your fists clenched at your sides, every muscle in your body taut with the desire for retribution. The fury in your eyes matched the darkness in his.
You spat blood at his face, glaring up at him defiantly. âYouâre just a puppet. Your sister hates you, your dad uses you, and deep down, you know it. Youâll never be more than his bitch.âÂ
His grip tightened painfully, rough fingers digging into your flesh, lips twitching into a snarl, but you didnât flinch. If you were going down, youâd go down fighting. His eyes flickered with something youâd never seen in him, before he released you, stepping back. âYou think youâre so smart, donât you? So tough.â
âSmarter than you,â you shot back. âAt least I know who I am. What are you, Rafe?â
He stared at you, tongue pressed against his cheek, eyebrows furrowed. Then he laughed, a harsh, grating sound that sent chills down your spine. His hand reached out, and your breath stilled throat tightening as he fiddled with a lock of your hair. Heâd let out another laugh, entirely dismissive of the trepidation youâd felt stuck.
âYouâve got guts, Maybank. It's gonna get you killed.â
You wiped the blood from your mouth, meeting his gaze with unwavering defiance. âIâve survived worse than you.â
And you had. If anything prepared you for violence, drugs, and pain, was living with Luke Maybank your entire life. And maybe, if you didnât hate Rafe with every fiber of your being, after everything heâd done, youâd feel sorry for him. But you didnât, and he sure as hell didn't feel sorry for you.Â
For a moment, the room was silent except for the low hum of the shipâs engines. Then Rafe turned on his heel, motioning to the man by the door. âWatch her. Make sure she doesnât go anywhere.â
âDo I look like fucking Michael Phelps? Where the fuck would I go? Weâre on a ship you crazy bastarâHey! Rafe! Open the fucking door!âÂ
The door slammed shut behind him, the sound echoing through the small, dimly lit cabin. You listened to his footsteps fade away, feeling a sense of relief and dread settle in your chest. What the fuck had you gotten yourself into? They could kill you, dispose your body in the ocean and no would give a single fuck. No one would think youâd gone missing, because youâre a Maybank and thatâs what your kind of people did, apparently. Your brother would probably assume youâre dead, heâd try to get justice and fail in the end, because the rich always won.
The musty air of the cabin felt oppressive as you turned away from the small porthole, where the bright sun and endless expanse of blue ocean taunted you from beyond. Days had melded into one another, each marked only by the arrival of meals and the sporadic presence of Rafe. You had hoped for some sense of clarity, some hint of what your future held, but his visits offered nothing but insults and foreboding silence.
You paced the small room, your mind racing with the possibilities of what they had planned for you. The guard remained a silent sentinel, a constant reminder that escape was not an option. But then, the cabin door creaked open again, and you tensed as Ward Cameron stepped in, his presence commanding immediate attention.Â
He gave a nod to the guard, who stepped out, leaving you alone with the man who held your fate in his hands. A fucking lunatic with enough means to play for all the dramatics he enjoyed. Great.
"Get comfortable," Ward said, his voice smooth but carrying an edge that set your nerves on edge. "We're almost there."
"Almost where?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.
"The Bahamas," he replied, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "A little slice of paradise, if you will."
"And what happens then?" you pressed, needing to know more.
Ward studied you for a moment, as if weighing how much to reveal. âKeep out of sight, stay quiet. Rafe and I have some business to attend to, and we can't afford any distractions."
"And if I refuse?" you challenged, though you knew the answer.
Ward's smile widened, but there was no warmth in it. "Let's not be stupid, sweetheart. You're here because you know too much. Refusing isn't an option. Cooperation, howeverâŠâ
A chill ran down your spine at his words. The stakes were clear, and you realized that your only chance was to play along, at least until you could figure out a way to escape this nightmare.
The rest of the day passed in a tense haze. Eventually, you felt the ship slow, the engines quieting as you approached your destination. When the door opened again, Rafe was there, his expression unreadable.
"Time to go," he said simply, motioning for you to follow, "Move."
You stepped out onto the deck, the warm, salty breeze hitting your face as you looked around. The sight of the lush, tropical landscape did little to ease your anxiety. You were led to a smaller boat, and soon you were speeding towards a secluded island, the main landmass of the Bahamas visible in the distance. This was a world away from the familiar streets and faces of The Cut. It was straight out of a postcard. Something you and JJ would fantasize about while high of your asses and writing bucklists.Â
God, JJ. You only hoped he made it. Youâd never gone a day without each other before you were dragged into this mess last summer. It wasnât fair. You only wanted enough money to get by, an easy fix to get everything sorted, finish college, ship your dad somewhere far away from you two. But Wardâs greedy ass had to ruin everything for you.Â
As the boat neared the shore, you couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom. The island loomed closer, its pristine beaches and swaying palm trees offering a stark contrast to the danger that lurked just beneath the surface.
Rafeâs hand gripped your arm, his grasp tight and unyielding as he led you onto the sandy beach. Ward followed close behind, his expression unreadable as he surveyed the scene before him.
"This way," he said, his voice cutting through the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. You followed obediently, your mind racing with possibilities. Escape seemed unlikely, but you clung to the slim hope that you could find a way out of this mess. As you walked, you couldn't help but wonder what awaited you on this remote island.
The path led deeper into the heart of the island, the dense foliage casting long shadows as the sun began to set. You could feel the weight of Ward and Rafe's gazes on you, their presence a constant reminder of the mess you were in.
Finally, you reached a clearing, and your heart sank as you saw what awaited you. A small house. In the middle of nowhere. Oh god, you were a dead woman.Â
âThis will be your home for the time being," Ward said, his voice cold and unfeeling, as if he was offering you a vacation rental and not kidnapping you. You wanted to protest, to demand answers, but you knew it was futile, there was a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, it practically swallow you whole.Â
âMy son will be keeping you company, donât get too excited.âÂ
The way Rafeâs head snapped in his fatherâs direction told you more than what you needed to know. Once again, daddy dearest was calling the shots without taking his opinion into consideration. Wardâs casual cruelty was suffocating, a stark reminder of the power he wielded over everyone. As he turned to leave, leaving no space of negotiations or pleadings, Rafeâs eyes bored into yours. No questions asked, only blind devotion to his father.Â
The door slammed shut, leaving you alone with Rafe once more. He looked at you, resentment playing across his face and something inside you urged you to fight.Â
âIâm not going to make this easy for you," you said, your voice a low growl, âIâm not dying here. Not with you.âÂ
Rafe chuckled, greasy bangs moving as he shook his head, âYou really think you have a choice here?â He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming in the confined space, âYou think youâre special? Nah, Maybank. Heâll get rid of you eventually, donât worry.â
âExactly. He will, not you. You donât have any control either and I think you hate being here as much as I do. That shit makes us both prisoners.â
He blinked, momentarily thrown off guard by your words, âStay out my fucking way or Iâll kill you myself.â
You were sure he wouldn't, only if Ward asked him to. Heâd fucked up enough before, when he accidentally shot Sarah and didnât look the slightest bit apologetic. You know he wouldnât do it again, not if he wanted to keep his head on his shoulder and his trust fund. Ward Cameron hated slips ups, hated even more the monster he raised, but he sure came in handy when he needed him.Â
Rafeâs words hung in the air like a noose, but you refused to let them tighten around your neck. "Empty threats," you shot back, squaring your shoulders. "I've dealt with bigger monsters than you, Rafe."
For a moment, a flicker of doubt passed through his blue eyes. They were bloodshot red, perhaps from the lack of sleep or maybe because he was high off his mind, you didnât care to ask. But just as quickly, his usual sneer returned. "Enjoy your stay, Maybank.â
With that, he turned and left the room. Him and the stupid slamming of doors. You were alone again, your pulse racing but your resolve intact. You had to get out of here. You knew it wouldn't be easy, but you were a Maybankâsurvival was in your blood. You took stock of your surroundings once more, this time with a sharper eye. The walls were thin, the windows barred, but there had to be some weakness, some way to exploit the situation. You ran your fingers along the seams of the walls, looking for anything that might give. Your mind raced through every piece of advice JJ had ever given you about breaking and entering. Youâd done a lot of that over the years, and while most people thought you pogues were simply criminals, they never cared enough to ask why you and your brother spent so much time in and out of the sheriffâs department.Â
So, what if two dirty, no-good kids were barely hanging on for dear life? No one gave a shit.Â
Weeks blurred into each other, each one marked by the same routine. Rafe's visits, Ward's looming threats, and the endless search for an opportunity to escape. You watched Rafe carefully, noting his every move, his every interaction with Ward. You noticed the way Ward belittled him, treating him more like a tool than a son. It was a toxic dynamic, one that made you wonder if Rafe was as much a victim as you were. Youâd seen bits and pieces before, but Sarah had described Ward as some sort of saint up until recently. Rafe on the other hand? Their dynamic was so different from what you were used to. You and JJ were like two peas in a pod, youâd die for him and you know he would do the same, no questions asked. If there was one good thing in your life, it was your brother.Â
You couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for Rafe, despite everything he'd done. He was a product of his environment, molded by a father who saw him as nothing more than a means to an end.Â
You saw the cracks in his armor, the moments of doubt and vulnerability. The way his hands would shake every time Ward raised his voice, the way he would bite his nails to hide the embarrassment booming in his cheeks. How he never walked into his fatherâs space or any other room without announcing his presence. It gave you whiplash.Â
You began to argue less with him, your animosity slowly giving way to a grudging understanding. You hated feeling soâŠforgiving. This boy had done unspeakable things to you and your friends, to your familyâŠand there you were. Feeling sorry for him like you didnât know better.Â
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the small house, Rafe brought you dinner. He placed the plate on the table, his movements tense, his expression unusually subdued. Strangely so, youâd memorized that expression. You didnât even have to ask to understand what had gotten under his skin. You watched him for a moment before speaking.
"Why do you let him treat you like that?" you asked, your voice softer than usual. You didnât understand why you did it. You regretted the words the moment they came out of your lips, but there was something inside itching you to ask.Â
Rafe's eyes snapped to yours, rage and something elseâpainâflashing in them. "What the hell do you know about it?" he snapped, but there was less bite in his words.Â
At this point he just sounded tired.Â
"I understand,â you replied, thinking of your own father. "I know what it's like to want to prove yourself, to be more than what they think you are."
Rafe's jaw clenched, his eyes dropping to the floor. For a moment, he looked lost, like a boy searching for something he could never find. "You don't know shit," he muttered, but there was no conviction in his voice.
"I know enough," you said quietly. "You don't have to keep doing this. You don't have to be his puppet."
He laughed bitterly, shaking his head. "You think it's that simple?"
"Maybe not. But you can choose to be better than him. You can choose to stop this.â
Rafe looked at you, really looked at you, for the first time. It was borderline unnerving. The weight of his stare. The way your stomach flip-flops under his attention.Â
âShut the fuck up and eat, Maybank."
But beneath it all, there was something else. Something youâd seen before, when you looked at yourself in the mirror after you took the biggest beating of your life and Luke finally got thrown into jail: hope.Â
He didn't say anything, just turned and walked out, leaving you alone.Â
Again.Â
The days continued to pass, but something had shifted. Rafe was less hostile, more contemplative. He didn't treat you as roughly, didn't hurl as many insults. It was a small change, but it was there. And you began to see a way out, not just for yourself, but for Rafe too. You knew what he did, knew what he was capable of, but no one deserved to rot in hell with someone like Ward. You needed to bide your time, to wait for the right moment. And when that moment came, you had to be ready to act.Â
Another day began with the same oppressive heat. The sun had just started to rise, casting a golden hue over the island. You were in the small kitchen of the house, preparing a meager breakfast from the limited supplies you had. The routine had become almost mechanical, a way to keep your mind occupied and stave off the rising panic.
Rafe entered the kitchen, eyes barely open as he wiped the sleep away. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, the sound of the liquid hitting the glass breaking the silence. He stood with his back to you, staring out the window.Â
âWhatâs Luke like?â
You froze, your hands pausing mid-motion. It was an unexpected question, one that cut deep and made you want to hurl on the spot even though you hadnât had anything to eat yet.Â
âWhy do you want to know?" you asked cautiously, trying to keep your voice steady.
Rafe shrugged, still not turning to face you. "Just curious. You Maybanks are a tight bunch, right? So what's he like?"
Tight bunchâŠthat was one way to put it.Â
You took a deep breath, trying to decide how much to reveal. "Heâs a drunk, a thief. But he's still my dad."
He finally turned to look at you, his eyes narrowing. "So why do you stick around? Why not just leave him?"
You knew what he was trying to do, giving you a taste of your own medicine. You couldnât blame him.Â
You met his gaze, the raw honesty of your answer surprising even you. "Because he's family. And sometimes, family is all you have. Even when theyâre terrible, even when they hurt you, sometimes you canât just walk away."
Rafe seemed to consider this, his expression unreadable. "Family's supposed to be everything, right?" His voice carried a bitter edge, hinting at his own unresolved conflicts.
"That's what they say," you replied quietly.
He took another sip of his whiskey, his eyes never leaving yours. "Must be tough, having a dad like that."
Tough? Itâs heartbreaking. Knowing that the one person who was supposed to love you, cherish you and protect you for life never gave a single fuck about his kids? Yeah, sure itâs âtoughâ
You nodded, a sad smile playing on your lips. "Guess we have that in common.â
Rafe looked away, his jaw tightening. "Yeah, we do." He set his glass down with a heavy thud, the sound resonating in the small kitchen.
For a moment, the two of you stood in silence, but then he took a deep breath, his shoulders sagging slightly. "I get it," he said quietly. "More than you know."
You watched him, the way his fingers ran along the rim of the glass. "Then why do you keep doing this? You donât have to."
His eyes blazed with anger. âIt's not that simple," he snapped. "You think I have a choice? I killed someone. For him.âÂ
It was the first time he had said those words out loud. And it made him sick to his stomach. That heâd been scared and high enough to do something so reckless, just so they wouldnât take away his dad.Â
"We always have a choice," you countered, your voice firm. "Maybe not the best ones, but we can always choose to be better."
He stared at you for a long moment, his expression a tumult of emotions. Then he shook his head, turning away. "You don't know anything," he muttered, but there was less conviction in his words than before.
"I know enough," you said softly, watching his retreating back. "And so do you."
He paused at the doorway, his hand gripping the frame tightly. Without turning around, he spoke, his voice low and strained. "I'll see you later."
As he left, the kitchen felt colder, but you knew you had reached him, even if just a little. And that gave you hope.
After that, Rafeâs visits were less frequent, and when he did come by, there was an uneasy tension between you both. You couldn't tell if it was the weight of your conversations or the sheer exhaustion of being trapped in this toxic cycle. Still, every interaction chipped away at the walls he'd built around himself, revealing glimpses of the person he might have been, had his life taken a different path.
Tonight, the air was still, the only sound was the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. You had been biding your time, watching for the perfect moment to make your escape. The house was quiet, Ward was gone and you hadnât seen Rafe in two days. By now, you knew how the guards outside fell asleep before 2am like clockwork.Â
You could it.Â
This was your chance, and you couldn't afford to waste it.
You moved silently, slipping out of the small bedroom and into the hallway. Every creak of the wooden floorboards seemed to echo in the stillness, and you held your breath, praying you wouldn't be caught. The front door loomed ahead, your path to freedom. Your heart raced as you slowly turned the handle, wincing at the faint click that accompanied the action.
The night air hit you like a wave as you stepped outside, the cool breeze a stark contrast to the oppressive heat that had been your constant companion. You glanced around, ensuring the coast was clear, then made your way towards the small boat moored at the edge of the beach. The plan was simple: get to the boat, start the engine, and head for the main island where you could find help.
You kept low, moving quickly but cautiously, every step bringing you closer to your goal. The boat was within reach when a noise behind you made your blood run cold.Â
The crunch of gravel underfoot was unmistakable. You turned sharply, and in the dim moonlight, the silhouette of one of the guards emerged from the shadows. The asshole whoâd gotten you here in the first place. He was closer than you had anticipated. Your heart pounded, adrenaline surging through your veins as you broke into a sprint, abandoning stealth for speed.
"Stop!" the guard shouted, his voice carrying across the trees. You didn't dare look back, your eyes locked on the boat. A sharp crack split the nightâa gunshot. You felt a searing pain in your arm, but you couldn't stop. You pushed through the pain, your goal now just a few yards away.
Another gunshot rang out, but you were too focused to determine where it landed. You reached the boat, hands trembling as you fumbled with the ropes. The pain in your arm intensified, but you forced yourself to keep moving. Suddenly, a heavy hand grabbed your shoulder, spinning you around. You struggled, kicking and thrashing, but he was stronger. He pulled you to the ground, pinning you down as he radioed for backup.
"Got her," he said into the radio, his breath hot against your ear. You tried to wriggle free, but his grip tightened. Moments later, two more guards arrived, hauling you to your feet and dragging you back towards the house.
Your mind raced the sting in your arm a painful reminder of your failed attempt. As they pulled you inside, the walls seemed to close in around you, your brief taste of freedom slipping away.
Moments felt like hours as you sat in the chair, the pain in your arm throbbing with each heartbeat. The quiet murmurs of the guards outside were interrupted by the heavy, hurried footsteps of someone approaching. The door flew open, and there stood Rafe, disheveled and wild-eyed, a gun clutched tightly in his hand.
âWhat the fuck is going on?â he barked, his voice a volatile mix of anger and confusion. His gaze scanned the room, landing on you.Â
The sight of the blood staining your arm made his expression shift from bewilderment to fury.
He stormed towards you, his eyes blazing. âWhat happened?â he demanded, his voice low but dangerous. Before you could answer, he whirled around to face the guards who had re-entered the room. âAre you fucking kidding me?â Rafe shouted, waving his gun erratically. âSheâs bleeding! I try to sleep in peace and this is what I come back to?â
The guards exchanged nervous glances, shifting uncomfortably under Rafeâs glare. âShe was trying to escape, Mr. Cameron,â one of them stammered. âWe had to stop her.â
His expression twisted with rage. âSo you fucking shot her?â His voice dripped with incredulity and disdain. âDo you even understand what youâve done? My father wants her in once piece.â
The guard who had caught you tried to explain, but Rafe cut him off. âShut up. Just... shut up.â He turned back to you, his eyes softening slightly as he took in the sight of your injured arm. Or maybe the pain was making you delirious.
 âWe need to get that cleaned up,â he muttered, more to himself than to anyone else. Without another word, he holstered his gun and gently took your uninjured arm, pulling you to your feet. The guards looked on, unsure of what to do or say.Â
Rafe shot them a deadly look. âGet out,â he snapped. âBefore I shoot you bitches myself.â
Once Wardâs men had left, Rafe's demeanor changed. His concern, which had briefly softened his striking features, hardened back into anger. He ran a hand through his long hair, pacing the small bathroom before finally stopping in front of you. His eyes were intense, burning with frustration.
He sneered at you, his voice dripping with disappointment and exasperation, "I thought you had some brains in that pretty little head of yours," he spat out, his frustration palpable. "What were you even thinking? Do you realize how close you came to getting yourself killed?"
You tried to speak, to defend yourself, but he didn't give you the chance. His words came fast, each one like a dagger aimed at my heart. "You could've died out there! A bullet barely missed youâdo you even understand how lucky you are?"
His fists clenched at his sides, his eyes burning into yours. "I just don't get it. Do you think you're invincible? Because you're not. You're just..." He stopped himself, taking a deep breath as if trying to regain control of his temper. "You're just reckless," he continued, his voice quieter but still seething with anger. "You didnât think about the consequences, about what it would do to..."
He trailed off, his attention faltering for a moment before snapping back to you. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the battle between knocking you out cold and something elseâmaybe concern, maybe fear.
"Don't act like you give a shit about me," you called after him, your voice trembling with both pain and defiance.
He stopped in his tracks, his back stiffening for a moment before slowly turning to face you. The fury in his eyes was matched only by the bitterness in your own. "I don't," he retorted, his tone icy. "But my ass is on the line too. You think Ward won't come down on me if something happens to you?"
You stood up, despite the throbbing pain in your arm, facing him head-on. "So this is all about you, then? Your precious ass and how it looks to Ward? Typical Cameron bullshit, only caring about themselves."
Rafe's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching. "You don't know what you're talking about," he said, his voice dangerously low. "You think this is easy for me? Keeping you safe, dealing with all this? It's not just about me. It's about keeping everything under control."
You scoff through your nose "Here we go again. Control? You think dragging me back here, shooting at me, is control? It's chaos, Rafe. You're just as trapped as I am, and you can't stand it."
His face twisted showcasing his wrath, and he took a step towards you, closing the distance. "Shut up!â he growled. "You donât understand the pressure I'm under. The expectations, the demands. I didnât ask for any of this."
"And neither did I," you shot back, a strict finger aimed at his face in warning, âSo shut the fuck up.â
He took another step towards you, his face inches from yours, his breath hot and ragged.
"You have no idea what you're talking about," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You think this is just about me? It's about keeping everything from falling apart. It's aboutâ"
Before he could finish, you grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him even closer, your faces almost touching. "I donât care about your excuses, Rafe. I donât care about your pressures or your fucking control. All I know is Iâm not staying here.â
The look he gave you was filled with enough ire to have a hint of satisfaction sparking in your chest, the hollow beneath his dark brows deepening as his classical features twisted into an expression of silent hatred. His breath came in short, sharp bursts. His hands came up, gripping your waist, not gently but not roughly either, as if he couldnât decide whether to push you away or pull you closer.
"You're impossible," he hissed, his voice a raw whisper.
"And youâre a coward," you shot back, your voice equally low but no less fierce.
The next moment happened in a blur. Rafeâs grip tightened, and before you could process what was happening, his lips crashed into yours with a ferocity that left you breathless. His mouth was demanding, almost punishing, and you responded, your hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer even as you wanted to push him away.
The kiss was rough and desperate, fueled by anger and frustration, a collision of two souls too damaged to recognize the depths of their own pain. And yet, beneath the layers of animosity and resentment, there was a sparkâas if you were both too messed up to understand how much you needed each other. Each fingertip left an imprint, a silent declaration of the strength he was restraining. It was like he was fighting to contain this force within him, to keep it from overwhelming you both.Â
If someone told you youâd be kissing Rafe fucking Cameron of all people just a month ago, youâd think they were crazy. And yetâŠÂ All you wanted were his hands on your body, his warm skin against your own.
Oh his hands.
They roamed slowly yet purposefully over your lower back, over your waist. You breathed out a sigh of relief, taking the collar of his shirt in both your hands as you pulled him closer, relishing in his warmth. He smelled like whiskey and cigarettes.Â
He pulled away slowly, your lips the last to part, and blinked down at you. You watched him lick his bottom lip, taking in the sight of you.
ââYouâre bleedingââ
âShut the fuck up.â
His eyes flared with renewed anger, but also with something elseâsomething darker, more primal. Your words were like a match to gasoline. He didn't respond verbally; instead, he took a half step back before swooping you into his arms, lifting you effortlessly.
With a swift, decisive motion, Rafe carried you to the dining table, and you barely had time to register the cool wood against your back before he was on you again, his body pressing down on yours with a desperation that matched your own. There was no tenderness there, only raw need and a desire to consume. He pried your lips apart again, his tongue sweeping in as he kissed you deeply, his mouth moving invasively over yours. His fingers gripped your jaw with a vice-like hold. A strange sensation fluttered beneath your skin, and you wrapped your legs around his hips, closing the distance between your bodies as he pressed flush against your center.
His hands moved with such intent, slipping under your shirt, his fingers tracing every curve with a delicious blend of roughness and urgency. You reciprocated eagerly, your own hands tangling in his hair, urging him closer as your kiss deepened. Everything around you blurred as the room spun, his warmth against you making you breathless, his taste lingering on your lips, intoxicating and irresistible.
You tugged at his shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons because you just couldn't wait. He let out that deep, sexy growl that made a shiver run down your spine. His hands were all over you, touching your skin and leaving fiery trails wherever they went. It felt like he was trying to memorize every inch of you, wanting to claim you in a way that words could never capture.
"You're impossible," he muttered against your lips, the words barely audible over the sound of your heavy breathing. He leaned down closer to your collarbone, to catch the scent on your skin, and he couldn't tell if you were amused or annoyed from the way your cheeks rounded as you narrowed your eyes at him.
"And youâre an asshole,â you shot back, your voice breathless, your body arching into his touch.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, the tip of his nose brushing against yours slightly "Drive me fucking crazy.â
"Good," you replied, your fingers tightening in his hair, pulling him down again. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding back, trying to maintain some semblance of control. But you didn't want control. You wanted to lose yourself in this moment, to forget everything you'd been trough and just feel.
Rafe seemed to sense this, his hands becoming more insistent, his touch more possessive. He lifted you slightly, positioning you better on the table, his body slotting perfectly between your legs. The friction was exquisite, a delicious tease that left you craving more.
"Rafe," you breathed, and he almost fell to his knees at the soft whimper that left your lips when he couldnât help but jerk his hips forward. He responded instantly, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you closer as he kissed you with a fervor that left you dizzy. The table creaked under your combined weight, but neither of you cared. Your hand grabbed his forearm, over the veins strained from his grip on you, your nails sinking into the skin exposed.
You broke the kiss, gasping for air, your eyes locking with his. There was a wildness there, a reflection of the storm inside you. You reached up, tracing his jaw with your fingers, feeling the stubble beneath your touch as his mouth, hot and demanding, left a trail of fire in its wake on your neck. A noise of pleasure slipped from your mouth as he palmed at your breast, thumb grazing across your nipple as his teeth grazed your collarbone, kissing down, littering your skin bite marks.
"I hate you," you panted, pouring as much venom into your words as possible. Your thighs tightened around his hips, feeling every inch of him against you.Â
âYour body doesnât,â He replies coldly, each syllable slowly drawn from his throat, "
âFucking asshole.â
âFucking brat.â
You opened your mouth to hiss something at him, to fight back, show him that you were the one in charge, but the intention died the moment Rafe cupped you through your shorts. A pathetic excuse of shorts due to the heat. Heat bloomed in your stomach, melting into a torrent want that flooded your skin and left you breathless. His determined blue eyes pierced into yours, watching as he pressed the heel of his palm against the apex of your thighs, his middle finger tracing your entrance and applying light pressure to the sensitive dip between your legs.
âCat got your tongue, pretty?â He asked, lips brushing over your mouth, loose bangs brushing against your brow âThought you had more fire in you.â he rasped coldly, moving your shorts and underwear out of the way and your lips parted on a sharp inhale as you felt him touch you for the first time, âYeah, thought so.âÂ
Every nerve ending seemed to come alive under his hands, and the room around you blurred into insignificance. All that mattered was the man in front of you, his relentless grip on your senses, his unwavering control over your body.
"God, I hate you," you whispered again, the words almost a prayer, a futile attempt to cling to the anger that had fueled you for so long. But even as you said it, you knew it was a lie. You hated how much you needed him, how much you craved his touch, his dominance. Perhaps youâd been locked away from society for too long. That was the only plausible reason for you to let Rafe Cameron touch you.
Rafe smirked, a dark, satisfied gleam in his eyes. "No, you donât.âÂ
You did. At least you used to, everythingâs confusing now.
He teased you, his touch light and teasing, drawing out your frustration, your need. "Tell me what you want," he murmured against your lips, his voice a seductive growl that made your heart race.
You bit back a whimper, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing you beg. But the need was overwhelming, a fierce ache that demanded release.Â
âFuck you," you spat, your defiance crumbling under the weight of your desire.
He chuckled darkly, his fingers finally slipping inside you, curling and stroking in a way that made your hips buck against his hand. "That's right," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "Let me hear you."
A broken moan escaped your lips, and you arched into his touch, your body writhing with need. His fingers moved expertly, finding all the right spots, driving you near the edge with a skill that left you breathless. Every touch, every stroke was designed to push you closer to the brink, to break you down until you were nothing but a trembling, pleading mess.
"Rafe, please," you finally gasped, the words ripped from your throat by the overwhelming pleasure. "Please, I need you."
His smirk widened, and he pulled his fingers away, making you whimper in frustration. He didn't make you wait long, though. With swift, practiced movements, he freed himself from his pants, the sight of him hard and ready making your mouth water.Â
Without a word, he positioned himself between your legs, the head of his pretty cock teasing your entrance. "You ready for me?" he asked, his voice a rough whisper that made your heart skip a beat.Â
You nodded, your eyes locking with his, the intensity of the moment almost too much to bear. "Yes," you breathed, your voice trembling with anticipation. "Please, Rafe."
He didn't need any further encouragement. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside you. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure that made you cry out. Your back arched involuntarily, your lips parting as he entered you, filling you completely in a way you had never imagined.
He rolled his hips firmly against yours, and your head tipped back as his cock rubs perfectly against you. Youâd never felt so full. He didnât give you a moment to catch your breath. After another firm roll of his hips, testing you out, figuring out his rhythm. His movements were hard and relentless, pounding into you, knocking the breath from your lungs with each forceful thrust, barely giving you time to adjust.Â
You clung to him, your nails digging into his muscular back, your body moving in perfect rhythm with his. The table creaked and groaned beneath you, but you didn't care. All that mattered was the man above you, his relentless drive, his unwavering control. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer, deeper, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate. You could feel him losing control, his need matching your own.Â
Your eyes squeezed shut, blocking him out so you could pretend you werenât stupid enough to let the man that ruined your life fuck the living hell out of you.
"Eyes on me,â he growled, his voice rough and commanding. "Let me see you.â
Even though you really wanted to shut him out, you just couldnât fight the crazy pull he had over you. His voice was like a force of nature. You opened your eyes and locked onto his intense gaze. Seeing him above you, his face twisted with raw need and determination sent chills down your spine. His eyes were locked onto yours, filled with this dark, unyielding intensity that left you totally breathless.Â
âGood girl,â he murmured, his voice dripping with approval and something deeper, something that made your heart race even more. It made you want to run for the hills, "FuckiâOh, fuck"
With each thrust, he drove you closer to the edge, your body responding to him in ways you couldnât control. The pleasure was overwhelming, a torrent of sensations that left you gasping, moaning, begging for more. His name slipped from your lips in a broken, desperate plea, and he answered with a renewed vigor, his movements becoming more frenzied, more primal.
"Fuck," he growled, his voice rough and strained. "You're so tight... feels so fucking good."
You could barely form coherent thoughts, let alone words. Your entire world had narrowed to this moment, to the feel of him inside you, to the overwhelming pleasure that consumed you. Your body arched beneath him, your nails digging into his skin, leaving marks that would undoubtedly linger.
"Rafe," you whimpered, the sound barely more than a breath. "I'm... I can't..."
He understood. His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming almost brutal in their intensity. "Come for me," he commanded his voice a raw whisper that sent shivers down your spine. "Let go."
His words pushed you over the edge, and you came with a scream, your body convulsing around him. The intensity of your release was like nothing you'd ever felt before, a white-hot explosion of pleasure that left you trembling and breathless.
Rafe followed you over the edge, his own release crashing through him with a force that left him shaking. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and ragged against your skin as he rode out his orgasm, his movements slowing until he finally stilled, still buried deep inside you.
For a moment, everything was still, the only sound the ragged breaths but then Rafe lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours, and for a moment, there was something almost tender in his gaze.Â
âY-Youââ He sighed, pausing, âDonât pull that shit again. Iâll get you out, okay?Â
âRafe...â
Before you could process his words, before you could question or argue, his lips were on yours again. Differently this time. Gentle.Â
Devastating almost.Â
âYouâre still bleeding Maybank.â
Rafeâs words snapped you back to reality, the pain in your arm a sharp reminder of your injury. The moment of vulnerability between you evaporated, leaving you with the stark realization of your situation. You pushed at his chest, forcing him to back off slightly, and hissed through clenched teeth, "Then do something about it."
He just stood there, staring at you as if he had never seen you before. As if he was truly seeing you for the first time despite having known you since you were seven, despite all the moments marked by violence and terror. And you hated every second of it because your heart was practically leaping out of your chest. No one had ever looked at you like that before.
And then he simply shook his head, drew closer again, resting his forehead against yours, hands back on your thighs, fingers pressing as if he needed to ensure that you were real, that everything was real.
âWeâre getting out.â
You wanted to believe in him more than anything. In that moment, it was the only thing that mattered, âYeah?"
âYeah, pretty Maybank. You and me."
âOkay.â
âOkay.â
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àŸâ We all know he stalks you with mephisto 24/7 from his stalking he has learned everything about you and i mean everything.
àŸâ He knows what you like to eat the most so he will randomly buy food for you whenever he feels like u didn't eat enough.
àŸâ He is a VERY possessive man, so whenever he sees a guy or girl flirting with you then their usually dead by tomorrow for messing with his darling without his permission.
àŸâ He hates to make you scared of him but if he has to do something you don't like he throws that thought out the window to do what he thinks is best for his darling.
àŸâ You know not to go on dates with people but whenever sylus makes you mad, you disobey him to get back at him for something he did.
àŸâ He favorite punishment method is tying you up to the bed post and leaving you for hours with a vibrator teasing you while he leaves to go do work or he just sits there and watches you while playing with the settings to the vibrator on his phone.
àŸâ You know the rules he has set in place for you and he KNOW'S you like breaking them so every time you break a rule, he finds out different ways to punish you.
àŸâ This guy is the type of guy to break your legs if you try to leave him, he just loves his darling so much he can't help it.
àŸâ He would never force you to have sex with him, but he will get more needy and clingy until you give in to him.
àŸâ One of his favorite things to do in bed is to eat your pussy that man gets pussy drunk from how good you taste on his tongue, it's one of his favorite flavors he said.
àŸâ He would most definitely get your name tattooed on his chest or abs he doesn't care if you like it or not because he loves it.
àŸâ He can be submissive for you if you like him like that, but he prefers being dominate and in control of things.
àŸâ He loves how his dick can make you turn into a dumb whore, he likes to take videos of you like that and then show you later to embarrass you.
àŸâ Whenever you would be possessive back he would get instantly turned on he thinks you look so hot whenever your mad someone flirts with him.
àŸâ He loves to mark you anyway he can to show that you belong to him and no one else, he marks you in places you know you can't hide like under your chin or near your ear.
àŸâ When you got kidnapped by his enemy's, he started a war with the people who kidnapped or hurt you and of course he won just for you.
àŸâ Will have sex with you ANYWHERE he doesn't care about public decency when it comes to you, would kill anyone who seen you while you and him have sex cause only he can see you like that.
àŸâ He would kill anyone just because you said so or complained about them, he can't have his darling sad about what another person did to you that's a no no for him.
àŸâ You know how much he's obsessed with you, and you use it to your advantage sometimes because you love how he would do ANYTHING for you and i mean anything.
àŸâ He loves to take you on random expensive dates to whatever he feels like would impress you the most or what you love to do, from a sky restaurant to a massage place.
àŸâ€ïž " p- please slow d- down sylus" you said while arching your back, trying to run from his rough thrust's. He let out a breathy chuckle while watching you struggle from his rough pace " but darling you love it so much- i can feel you clench around me so tight" he said with a groan. You run your hands up his body to wrap your arms around his head to hold onto something. "ughnn please i c- cant" you said, eyes rolling into the back of your head. You clench around his dick as you have your third orgasm of the night. He lets out a small moan. "yesss good girl, cum on my dick" He groaned, words breathy. He started to move his head down to suck on your abused nipples. Your leg's give out as they start to shake around his hips from the overstimulation.
He grabs your hips and starts slamming you back against him making him go even deeper. The sounds of wet skin slapping fill's the hot air. You start moaning louder close to another orgasm. "I'm going to ungh cum ah- again" you said, out of breath. His thrusts turn irregular the more he gets close to his own release. "Fuck darling you're so tight you're going to cut my dick off" Sylus said, teeth grinding together he thinks he can taste metal.
His pace gets more desperate the more he thrusts into you. You start to lose your mind from how deep his is in you, you swear you can feel him in your womb. "Fuckk- ah- i'm cumming ugnh darling~" Sylus said, words slurring as his vison turns white for a couple seconds. It's like something snapped. You let out a loud moan as liquid squirted out from around his dick trying to push his dick out from your tight hole. You whole world turns white from pleasure. He lets out a groan from overstimulation, he almost cum's again from how tight you feel around him.
As you slowly come back down from pleasure you see him above you with a smug smirk. You ignore that look and tried to move from out of his hold to go clean up. "Aww don't be embarrassed darling it was rly hot" he said, with a breathy chuckle. You ignored his remark and tried to get up from the bed to stand up but failed. You let out a sigh "can you help me please" You said in a small voice. He gets up to help you to the bathroom to clean the both of you up.
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H-h-hey.. senpai⊠I was wondering if you could make more about Mr Crawling! (I LOVEDDD YOUR PREVIOUS FAN FIC ABT HIM) because heâs such a cutie tbh and I love him sm so I was wondering maybe if you could make something about how he would react to the reader spending more time with someone else (coworker preferably!)
Feel free to ignore if you donât want to do this..!
(Can I be đŠ anon?)
the jealous type!
His face scrunches. âNot you⊠smell bad. Someone else.â
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Ëâź omg my first anon >.< ofc u can be đŠ anon!!!!
warnings. more fluff/comfort hehe, spoilers for end04
Itâs late when you return home. If it was any other day, youâd be scheming around the streets with your crowbar- but life is different now.Â
You have a commitment at home. Your new roommate⊠boyfriend? thing. Itâs almost as routine as having a pet; coming home, giving him a pat on the head, giving him his completely normal legally obtained soup and ending the day snuggled up on the sofa with him at your feet.Â
Sure, heâs the one who came with you all the way from that other world and didnât have any friends here, but does that mean you canât? Itâs not like you could bring Mr. Crawling with you to work, or after work drinks with your coworkers. Normal people can still see him, after all. Heâs just⊠a little hard for other people to notice- you picked up on that when your parents dropped by on an impromptu visit one evening.
When you kick your shoes off when you come in through the front door, you feel guilty. You can tell heâs a bit down- of course, Mr. Crawling still tackled greeted you with his overzealous, unnecessarily over the top hug.Â
âYou return!â he says, every time without fail.Â
âI return,â you reply, petting his head, but something feels off. He doesnât let go immediately, and his usual enthusiasm is muted.
Mr. Crawling pauses, his face stuffed into your neck. You quirk a brow, curiously eyeing him as he takes a big sniff of your skin and clothes. His face scrunches. âNot you⊠smell bad. Someone else.â
Is he the jealous type? Wow, and since when was his sense of smell so good?
âYou can smell my friend?â you blink at him, cringing as you feel a knot in your stomach. You try to explain, âUhm⊠someone else⊠uhhhh⊠my friend.â
âOther friend?â Mr. Crawling frowns, sitting back on his feet, the space between you growing slightly colder.
You pull yourself up from the floor, careful to meet his uncertain gaze. âOther friend,â you confirm.
âFriend⊠same me?â
You sigh, wishing this language was more descriptive. Itâs hard to explain something so complex when neither of you really understands it fully. You tap your fingers nervously against your leg, thinking. âI donât understandâŠâ you sigh, the weight of the misunderstanding settling on you. âTheyâre human.â
Mr. Crawlingâs frown only grows deeper. He shakes his head, and scoots himself closer to you. He wraps his arms around your waist, his hair falling over the both of you as if trying to shield you from everything outside of your house. âFriend like this?âÂ
Resting your head on his shoulder, you let out a content sigh. âNot like this, Crawling.â
âYou one. You me two. Not like three.â His grip tightens around you, pulling you as close as he possibly can, like heâs afraid youâll slip away. âMe like you. Worry⊠not like me. Gone long time⊠Smell someone else.â
You pull back slightly, feeling the pressure of his arms around you. Heâs not just possessive, heâs scared. You stretch your arms out. âLike you. Big like. See? This much!â You hold your hands closer together, parallel to each other. âFriend ok. Little like. Understand?â
You chuckle lightly, but the soft pang in your chest makes you pause. âYou get it now, Crawling?â you mumble. You reach up and scratch his head absently, a familiar gesture that seems to soothe both of you. âUhm⊠when I leave, I go to work. You know work, right?â He nuzzles into your palm, and you just assume he does, for the time being. âWork friend! Not important. You important. You, uh⊠you understand me?â
âMe understand,â he murmurs into your palm, his cool lips tickling the skin. âSmell bad⊠Me only like you. You smell good."
"I know you like me, Crawling. I like you, too."
He lets out a satisfied hum, his body relaxing again, and for a brief moment, you wonder if heâs truly getting itâor if he just likes the idea of being yours as much as you like the idea of him being yours. He pulls your head closer to his chest, and thatâs when you decide you donât really need to build rapport with your coworkers that much, not when you have a cute ghost waiting for you back at home.
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one of my least favorite things wrt individual artists selling mass-produced merch as business owners is when they start adopting fucking blind boxes/gacha as part of their business model. i'm sorry i just think that's a scumbag thing to do i know people like having fun opening surprise capsules and i think blind box options can be perfectly fine as a means of selling handmade or otherwise OOAK merch like leftovers/seconds from old lines. but i think designing shit specifically to sell to people who don't get a choice in what they're buying is kinda categorically evil to do as an artist.
i think it should be illegal for companies to sell blind box toys and shit but obviously that's never going to happen because the whole point of producing these things is to extract as much money as possible from collectors with bad impulse control (a demographic that makes up huge swathes of like anime convention attendees) but small artists love to talk a big game about how theyre like ~enriching the communities theyre part of with their work~. and then you're just going and adopting predatory marketing practices to try and make an extra buck off your fanbase lol. if you want to be a team player u can at least let the 16 year olds at your con table pick out which piece of plastic with an anime boy on it they're going to give you their allowance for. come on.
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And They Were Roommates pt.6
this is kinda silly and cheesy but i just wanted to get this thought out
Summary: Y/N meets Padfoot
Today was decidedly awful.
You had the worst day at work. You were on your feet all day. your boss was in a terrible mood, yelling at both you and Lily and threatened to fire Mary towards the end of the day. You knocked a shelf over, spilling loads of products in the back. And to top it all off, it was pouring rain.
You had gotten off earlier than youâd expected, the one good thing about today. You opened the door to the house and entered, kicking off your shoes and taking off your soaked coat. You needed something to warm you up and help you relax finally. You thought about making some soup or maybe asking Remus to make you a cup of tea.
Thatâs when you saw the dog.
A large black, scruffy dog lying asleep on your couch. You gasped and rushed over and sat next to it, instantly petting it. âHello! What are you doing here?â you said in a high pitched cutesy voice. âArenât you the sweetest little thing?â
You looked for a collar and a name tag, but there was none. Whoâs dog is this?
âHey boys?â you called out. There was no response meaning that they had likely stepped out for a bit. You wondered where this dog had come from. Did the boys get one without telling you? Did the dog wander in itself? Youâd ask them when they returned home but for now, you decided to just look after the dog.
The dog was now awake and tail wagging as you continued to pet it. The dog was very cute and you could be convinced to keep it if the boys wanted it. The dog looked at you intrigued, but hesitant. You understood, you were a new person, it was a new dog, you two didnât know each other. But you loved dogs, and petting it was just so irresistible.Â
âHi baby. You wanna watch something with me until the boys get home? We can just sit here and cuddle on the couch,â you said in the same voice. The dog tilted its head at you, but its tail was wagging like crazy. You turned on a show you know the other boys hated, intending on catching up on it while they were out, but you could have sworn you heard the dog huff.Â
You sat back and the dog took it upon itself to crawl halfway in your lap. You smiled and pet it. It was incredibly warm so you werenât complaining. Its fur was soft, silky. You enjoyed the little cuddle buddy.Â
You laid there for a little while enjoying the company, until you heard the door open and two voices usher in. James and Remus with grocery bags in hand. You turned in your seat to beam at them.
âHey love! Youâre home early.â James smiled back at you.
You skipped the hellos and went straight to questions. âWhoâs dog is this? Is it ours? It's so sweet!â James looked puzzled but Remusâs face blanched.
The two boys saw the dog in questionâs head peak over the top of the couch and they instantly shared an exasperated look.Â
James chuckled nervously. âUh-thatâs-uh, Sirius-â
âSirius knows the person the dog⊠belongs to.â Remus interrupted.
You laughed and teased, âSirius knows people other than you two?â You continued petting the dog, kissing its snout repeatedly. âDo you know its name?âÂ
Remus began the same time as James. âNo-â
âPadfoot.â
âPadfoot?â you repeated. âWhat a silly name for a silly little puppy.â you said in the voice. The dog licked your cheek as you giggled.Â
Remus looked mortified and Jamed slapped a hand over his mouth.
âWhat?â you asked. âYou two donât like dogs or something?â
Remus shook his head and muttered âThatâs definitely not itâŠâ
You ignored the other two and continued loving on Padfoot. Such a pretty dog.Â
âWhere is Sirius by the way? I haven't seen him.â You asked the boys. You didnât think Remusâs face could lose any more color, you were wrong.Â
âU-uh Iâm not sure. James?â Remus turned to James for help.
âI think he is⊠working on his bike.â James answered for Remus.
âOh I see,â you said, still confused as to why they were acting so skittish. âAre you two going to make dinner tonight?â They nodded and you smiled, relieved you could relax for the rest of the night, possibly with your new furry companion. You stood from the couch and made your way over to the stairway. âOk, well I need to change. Wanna come with me boy?â you asked the dog.
It jumped from the couch and headed straight for the stairs, like it knew where it was going.Â
James coughed, âMaybe Padfoot should stay down here.â
The dog turned and again, huffed, almost human-like.Â
âOh, itâs ok! He can come to my room, I donât have a problem watching over him.â you explained.Â
ïżœïżœBut-â James started before you could turn and head upstairs. âBut what if the owner comes to get him?â
âJames, Iâll be upstairs for like 5 minutes tops.â you laughed.
Padfoot raced up the steps before either boy could protest again, and you turned to follow him up. You reached your room and Padfoot had already made himself cozy on your bed. You kissed the top of his head when walking by, opening your dresser to pull out a sleep shirt and some shorts. You began to unbutton your pants, but a pounding on your door halted your actions. âUm, come in?â you called out. You were still dressed so you didnât think anything of it.
James burst through the door. âUh, Padfoot's owner is here,â he said quickly. Damn what a coincidence.Â
âAww,â you frowned, looking at the dog. You walked over and planted one more kiss right between his eyes. âI hope to see you soon, good boy.âÂ
The dog stood and stretched, then hopped down from your bed, giving James what seemed to be a dirty look as he left. James following, closing your door to let you finally change. They were being weird. Maybe they just didnât want you to get too attached to it and be sad when it left.Â
You change into your comfy clothes, and head back downstairs. You heard hushed arguing as you stepped into the kitchen. The boys, all three now in attendance, looked at you and halted their conversation. âDog gone?â you asked, slightly dejected. Sirius smirked but it was James who answered.
âYeah, sorry.â he said, and did look a little sorry.
âIt's ok,â you said sadly but decided to let it go. âWhat are you making Remmy?â
The rest of the night was pretty normal, typical. You ate with the boys and then went to the living room to watch something together. You enjoyed the time with them, talking and laughing like usual, but the night became the early hours of the morning and you decided to head up to bed. Bidding the boys goodnight, you made your way up to your room and got in bed, falling asleep.
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
Just down the hall, in Remusâs room, the boys gathered.Â
âOk before you two start,â Sirius said in an amused tone âI was asleep on the couch when she walked in, I didnât have time to change.â
âWeâve talked about this before, you canât be Padfoot around here, not until she knows.â James lectured.
âYes, but when is that going to be?â Sirius asked the two, who didnât have an answer. They had many conversations about the whole magic problem. How they couldnât change into their animal forms in front of her, they couldnât do magic in front of her, they couldnât be around her during the full moons (which they usually snuck out through Siriusâs window and into the woods behind the house.)
Sirius knew that it was a⊠serious⊠matter, but at least one thing went his way.Â
Laying on Remusâs chest, curled up into his side, James on the other, Sirius laughed quietly, âShe kissed me.â
Remus chuckled too, leaving his recklessness be for tonight. âYou were a dog.â He pointed out.
âStill kissed meâ Sirius said, still smiling. He smiled until he fell asleep with that thought.
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procrastination (roman godfrey x reader)
WARNINGS: FLUFF, biting, suggestive content, mentions of sex
summary: Roman knows exactly why you're up so late-- and now it's time to get you to admit it and go to bed
word count: 1,155
a/n: enjoy this oneshot i wrote at one a.m. yesterday to talk myself into going to sleep, and i hope it might work as efficiently for u as well<3333
"You should go to bed,"
I turned away from my computer, staring back at Roman with an annoyed look in my eyes-- still, I was sure he would spot the heaviness of my lids instead, along with the way my lashes moved in slow strokes as I continued to battle sleep. "I can't. I have to finish this,"
"You don't have to do anything at all," he murmured, taking off his reading glasses as he put today's paper down in his lap-- I was glad he finally wore them after I had dragged him to the optician to get a prescription. "This is just yesterday's argument all over again."
I cocked a brow; "We're not arguing, though?"
"... You know what I mean,"
"We didn't exactly argue yesterday, either,"
Roman sighed, the yellow hues of a lamp nearby dipping into the golden brown of his hair. "Yeah, you're right," He placed the paper next to him on the couch, crossing his legs as he stared back at me. I wasn't sitting too far away as he had allowed me to use his home office today, and he was on the couch a little further away from the desk. I loved being in this room; it smelled like Roman. It looked like Roman. Everything from the minimalistic style of the interior to the whisky glasses scattered all around the room which he had forgotten to put coasters beneath. He continued; "We didn't argue, and I'm not going to argue with you now either. I'm simply saying that you don't have to get that stuff done right now."
"But--"
"It's not life or death, is it?" Roman shifted, uncrossing his legs as he moved to the edge of the couch. "How much work do you really think you can get done at one in the morning?"
I shrugged. Being put on the spot like this wasn't my favourite thing in the world. Realizing I had to get real with him to get my point across, I let my shoulders slump as I rolled the office chair an inch or two away from my previous spot near the desk. I had to do everything in my power to not start spinning around on it like I usually liked to do with chairs like these. "I don't want to sleep, though,"
Roman nodded, ready to attack the root of the problem; "Why?" he asked, voice soft and gentle.Â
I wanted to shut down. Go quiet again and get back to work. Still, I had a feeling this was coming from genuine concern-- and when Roman Godfrey is concerned about your sleep schedule, you know something is off. "I've procrastinated all day," I mumbled, tapping my fingers against the table as I grew uncomfortable with the truth I had suppressed. "I'm procrastinating now. And if I don't make my mind busy with something, I will think about the fact that I haven't gotten anything done today."
Humming, Roman folded his arms over his chest as he listened. Had he not been my boyfriend, I could've mistaken him for my therapist. "You staying up any longer won't change that, though,"
"Yeah," I breathed, no longer meeting his gaze. "But at least I'm not rolling around in bed right now feeling guilty about it." My sentence ended with a sigh, and it didn't take long before I drove my elbows against the hard wood of the desk and buried my face in my hands. Just talking about sleeping made me further exhausted-- was this what he wanted to get out of this conversation? My next words were muffled against my palms; "You don't have to stay up with me, if that's what you're doing. You should get some sleep."
Roman remained quiet, nodding to himself as he kicked back on the couch and ended up in a casual manspread. He grabbed the paper beside him-- "I'll make myself busy with this crossword. By the time I'm done, I hope you've come to your senses,"
I peeked at him through my fingers, and I couldn't help the confusion coursing through my veins as I spotted him reaching for a pen. Was he actually going to do this? Roman Godfrey... doing a crossword puzzle? I must've opened a portal into an alternative universe with my whining. "Come to my senses about what?"
Roman shrugged, filling in his first word on the paper as he no longer met my gaze. "How much nicer it would be to roll around in bed with me instead of doing whatever it is you're doing on your computer,"
Oh. He had a point. I hated when he did that. "Doesn't sound like we'd be getting much sleep that way either,"
Roman chuckled softly, mostly to himself, and wrote down another vertical word across the puzzle. "Perv,"
"... Me?"
"Yes, you," He tsked, pulling his pen away to think about which word to go for next. "Rolling around in bed doesn't have necessarily to mean sex."
I cocked a brow-- "Roman, are you perhaps having a stroke? Everything usually means sex when you're the one talking,"
"Well, tonight I'm a new man," He smiled as he found the answer for a word going across, finally meeting my eyes as he finished filling in the empty slots. "What do you say about making out like we're sixteen and sexually repressed?"
I nearly choked on air. "That's specific,"
"I'm not denying that,"
"How is that different from just... making out like usual?"
Roman leaned his head against the back of the couch, staring up at the ceiling as he thought out loud; "I think it'd just be messier. So uncoordinated that we'd constantly be knocking teeth,"
It was impossible not to laugh-- "You want to knock teeth, Roman?"
He turned his head to me, his green eyes meeting mine with the loveliest of smiles. "Fuck yeah. I'll even bite you if we get that far,"
"... Christ," With a giggle, I shut my laptop. "Fine! I'll go to bed, but only if you promise to keep your teeth far away from mine."
Roman sucked in a sharp breath as he got up to approach me. He spun the chair to make me face him, and he leaned down far enough for his hot breath to graze my cheek; "Actually, I'll bite you right now if you don't get out of my chair, young lady,"
Oh, I loved this mood of his. "Your chair?"
"Yes. My chair," His classic smirk made an appearance as his eyes darkened; "And my girl."Â
It didn't take long before Roman scooped me up, hoisting me over his shoulder as I yelped. Still, I knew there was no fighting him. If I did, I'd get another one of those bite marks on my thighs that would linger for days, and I couldn't go through that again. To be frank, I planned to wear more short skirts going forward-- I was visiting his actual office tomorrow, and I planned to make my visit one he'd remember for longer than I had ever had a bite mark lingering on my skin.
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XZ Album ăæ仏 WEă early cpns.
you know we just need a few things to see and itâs a whole bunch of cpns we can produce after đđđ thatâs the magic of being a turtle. lol. we may be interpreting this whole thing wrong but thatâs usual when it comes to speculations we make and i think thatâs the joy of it.
iâll start of with this one that made me want to scream and cry:
i mean⊠shut upâŠ. noooooo⊠wdym đđđ
why you gotta pull the wei wuxian imagery like that. iâm very very weak for this. the writing mimics that of a red ribbon. of all things. tho the WM here as how fans interpret it and how i think xz intended it to is WM: WÇMen (æ仏) as in We/Us or WM: We and Me (æćâæ仏â) (WÇ hĂ© âWÇmenâ). not to mention that the color scheme of this red is 911005. his bday. everything is intentional.
but still. red ribbon. come on. who can blame us for clowning like this when he makes it so easy. itâs not a secret that the untamed and the role of wwx is important to him career wise and well *ehem* personally *ehem* because of a certain someone. if you donât wanna look that far then just go with the W as in WANG. lol. and if itâs WM, M flipped is still W. so thatâs how transfixed he is with the letter W. i wonder why. đ
now we move on to the snippets of what the song means & how itâs making us think of wybâs previous single everything is lovely ( which has a separate cpn too between them )
QQ music said this line connected to the album/song:
âAbout me, about you, about TA (him/her), or the relationship between people in this big city.â
this is pretty similar to the message of everything is lovely â itâs about appreciating everyone and looking at life and your surroundings as interconnected. they both have that sense in them. what we do and say, it has an effect and we are all related even if itâs a big city we live in. plus the use of TA which does not specify the gender. we love that! đđŒđđŒđđŒ
we get more of an expanded idea too via xzs post of the activity for the release. it mentioned a description. you can substitute the we to us if that reads better to you:
âSome people say that WE are close friends, cats and dogs waiting for us to come home every night are concrete in life.
Some people say that WE make friends with all kinds of emotions... are virtualization hidden inside the heart.
These characters of âMEâ, and emotions form different "WE".
We are placed in a prism named "life", where light breaks it down into multi-faceted spaces. We travel through different spaces as lights flow and capture our own colors.
Starting from "Me", feel the intersection related to "Me", and then return to understand "self". What is the "we" behind "Me"?
A trace of emotion, a thing, a friend... The bits and pieces around "Me" all make up "We".
i think if you are someone who have been watching them for a while and the messaging they are sending out then you will see the common theme/connection here. the cats and dogs waiting for us to come home every night. that reminds me of the cpn that they have a cat and dog at home, at some point. and itâs what they want too. the interconnection of you/other people and appreciating everything around you, thatâs the vibe iâm getting right now. of course we will know more one we have the song/s and the full lyrics and possibly some backstory from xz.
a coincidence too that the âme and weâ is giving the same energy as â u and iâ which is in wybâs weibo bio. which i know is something UNIQ related but there you go.
whatâs more chilling i guess is the âweâ was emphasized and used as a caption between them by hui-ge ( cpn about this fansite here which is a primer of sorts but there are other instances aside from whatâs there ) which was i have a we / i have us. i mean. come on. too bad they havenât posted in so long especially because fans were looking too much into them ( cpn about this photo/ post here )
the use of âweâ which they have mistakenly said back in 2019 when talking about themselves:
other minor similarities:
* the concept of multiple xz and wyb through something prism/mirror like.
* both xz and ybo using similar captions which is not new but most importantly, starting an activity for fans to participate in. which iâm not sure but possibly other artists do too. but whatever, letâs add that đ
* and the PINK! because pink is the color of love! what are the chances they will use the same color?
lastly, one of the release dates is 11/19. and as cpfs we have a whole story about that and itâs nice that we get to continue that timeline. cpfs think itâs a confirmation of the importance of this date too ^^
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i surely missed some things on here and thatâs fine. if something important comes up i will make a separate post! iâm so excited for this month! xz really blessed us đ„čđ„čđ„čđ
#yizhan#bjyx#i didnât intend for this post to be THIS long blame it on xz#there is no science here iâm just clowning like i always do
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Hiiii i love your work and your writing itâs so wonderful! i was wondering if i could put in a request of nerd!reader who worries too much about her test grades but eddie wants her to take a break from her overwhelming studying and when she refuses he decides to pleasure her whenever she gets a question right and it ends with filthy smut!! đ«
đ study motivation | eddie cares about your grades just as much you do⊠thatâs why he wants to do a little something to help you remember the right answers. honest.
â ïž 2.8k words, fem!reader, nerd!reader, established relationship, cunnilingus/pussy eating, teasing, sloppy makeouts, p in v sex, unprotected sex, missionary position, porn with feelings!!, soft!dom!eddie (what?), service!bf!eddie, language, dirty talk, pet names, breeding kink, creampie, bigdick!eddie, soft+smitten!eddie, descriptions of fluids (almost always), praise, use of âgood girlâ, 18+ mdni!
điâm so so sorry for the tardiness of this love! life has just been.. life. but i hope this makes up for it!! thank you so so much for requesting and for your endless patience <333 i luv u so much!!!
âthe process of cell separation is known asâ?â
âcell isolation,â you answered without missing a beat. âthough itâs also referred to as cell sorting.â
eddie pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes down at the card. laid out casually across your bed, clutching your cutesy little flashcards, eddie looked hilariously out of his element â he always did look a little that way in your room, though.
âhow many of these did you make?â eddie asked incredulously, âiâm pretty sure i read this question before.â
you rolled your eyes and smiled at him fondly. âno, youâre thinking of cellular respiration. that was the question you read earlier.â
eddie waved his hand flippantly with a muttered, âwhatever. same thing.â
âitâs most definitely not,â you mumbled as you checked off the question under the âcorrectâ column in your notebook. you lightly tapped your pen against the paper as you waited for eddie to read the next card.
and you waited. and waited.
âeddie?â you pressed without looking up from your notebook. more silence. with a soft sigh you glanced up to meet his gaze.
his expression was soft, eyes rounded and lips pulled into a small smile. he looked⊠fond. but there was something else etched into the lines of his face, something that was uncomfortably close to worry.
your heart skipped a beat and you cleared your throat.
âcould you read the next question, please?â
rather than heeding your plea, eddie set the stack of flashcards on your blanket and reached out to grip your bare knee in his large hand.
âyouâve been studying nonstop for the past three days. take a break, yeah?â eddie suggested softly, giving your knee a gentle squeeze. your breath hitched in your throat and your cheeks warmed subtly, body reacting immediately to his affection, but you shook your head anyway.
âi canât, eddie. iâve really gotta ace this test.â
eddie blew out a short breath and shook his head, soft curls bouncing atop his shoulders. âi donât even know how you can do this so much.â
âyou mean study?â you asked with a small, amused scoff. eddie thinned his lips and nodded slowly, brown eyes wide and tossed to the side.
âif it were me iâd have to take breaks like, every five minutes.â
you arched a brow at him. âyou literally spent twelve hours straight drafting out a campaign last week.â you reminded him, to which he waved you off.
âyeah, but thatâs not boring. studying is.â
you held his gaze for a few moments before sighing softly. âitâs boring but itâs necessary.â
eddie fell silent and his brows furrowed slightly. he seemed to ponder something for a moment, then his eyes sparked and his lips pulled into a smile â one that bordered too much on a smirk for your comfort.
âmaybe it doesnât have to be. boring, i mean.â
eddie always had a way of coaxing you into agreeing to his suggestions, even if you felt hesitant about them at first.
and thatâs how you ended up here, shorts and panties discarded, legs spread and eddieâs curly head buried between them, soft lips peppering kisses along your inner thigh.
âh-how is this going to work again?â you stuttered out, head already growing fuzzy even though he hadnât even touched you that much. that was just the eddie munson effect, you supposed.
âiâll read one of your cards, and youâll answer the question. if you get it right, you get a reward.â eddie explained, voice lowered and deep. his eyes were endless pools of ebony as he stared up at you through the curtain of your thighs, kickstarting your heart and practically shoving it into your throat.
you nodded shakily and barely suppressed the urge to wiggle your hips, anticipation already sparking beneath your skin.
âfirst question,â eddie murmured, hot breath fanning over your clit. âwhen the chromosomes line up in mitosis this is known as which phase?â
the answer flew to the tip of your tongue easily, âmetaphase.â
eddie smiled up at you and drew soft circles on your thighs with his thumbs. âgood girl.â he whispered warmly.
your breath caught in your throat when eddie leaned forward and wrapped his mouth around your clit, tongue darting out to flick at it softly. pleasure zipped up your spine and you couldnât stop the soft âfuck,â that dropped from your lips.
eddie laved his tongue against your clit a few more times before he pulled back and placed a soft kiss against it.
ânext question,â he cooed, giving your clit one final kitten lick before reading off the words on the card. âhardening of the arteries is known asâŠ?â
this time, the answer took a few seconds to pull itself to your brain. your clit was still buzzing from the weight of eddieâs tongue, a distraction that was quickly becoming a problem.
âa-atheriosclerosis.â you pushed out, pussy already missing the heat of eddieâs mouth, fog thickening subtly in your head.
âso smart, baby.â eddie gushed, voice warm and sincere, the genuine compliment boiling your skin even more than the fact that he was eating you out in the middle of your bed.
a small whimper flew past your lips when eddie flattened his tongue over your clit and pushed, rocking his face against your cunt and dipping his tongue down between your folds before swiping it back up.
this time, he stayed down for much longer, leaving you gasping and whimpering as he worked his tongue against you magically.
circling your clit with his tongue, swiping it side to side, dipping it between your folds and pushing the tip just inside your walls, â
ânext question.â eddie growled as he suddenly pulled away from your cunt, voice thick with his own fair share of arousal, and you barely bit down the objection that bubbled in your throat.
you were the one who said you needed to study, after all.
âthe functional unit of the kidney is known as?â
fuck, what was it? you knew it. of course you knew it. youâd studied it over and over, but eddie was breathing against your clit, his warm shoulders spreading your thighs out, and his fingers gripped your flesh so hard and you couldnât fucking think.
âtimeâs tickinâ, angel.â eddie whispered, lips moving against your cunt as he spoke. a shiver tore down your spine and pulled a whimper from your throat.
âfuck, itâs⊠itâs the n-nephron! please, eddie.â
eddie groaned into your heat and fuck, his tongue was finally on you again, licking and laving against your clit with rapid flicks. your fingers flew to his dark curls and you pulled, shoving his face deeper between your legs.
âfuck, eddie â so good, please â!â
eddie moaned against your clit, the new sensation sparking against your skin and lighting your nerves on fire. you didnât want him to stop â you wanted him to devour you and make you cum on his tongue.
your hips moved of their own accord, and eddie let them â let you grind your pussy against his face, soak it with your juices, and all the while he panted and groaned into you, fingernails digging crescents into your skin.
âitâs so good,â you whined, using his tongue, swiping your clit up and down, faster â it was building in your gut, his thick, warm tongue working you up in the most delicious way, â
but then it was gone, and the groan that left your throat was nothing but desperate and angry; you snapped your eyes down to him and glared, chest sparking with irritation at the smirk on his lips.
âwant me to read the next question?â eddie teased, pink tongue slipping out to swipe the glistening slick from his plump bottom lip. your slick. your gut warmed and you snapped.
âi want you to make me cum.â
eddieâs brows met his hairline and his smirk widened; he was getting far to much entertainment from this, and that shouldnât be as sexy as it was.
âare you sure?â eddie whispered lowly, voice sultry and promising â and you know what? fuck studying. your hot, loving, more than likely riled-up boyfriend was right between your legs.
âfuck, yes.â you panted out, and eddieâs eyes darkened, forcing you into a full body shiver. eddie released his grip on your thighs and slithered up your body until your thighs caged his waist.
âdonât worry, angel.â eddie whispered, eyes focused on your flushed face. ââm gonna make you cum so hard you see stars.â
you didnât get a chance to respond before his lips were crashing into yours, coaxing them into a wet, sloppy dance immediately. you could taste yourself on his tongue, and it stirred the heat in your gut even more.
eddie rolled his body against yours, clothed bulge grinding against your wet, swollen cunt and pulling a wanton moan from your mouth. fuck, he was so hard.
âgonna fuck you so good,â eddie growled hotly into your mouth, tongue licking in and stealing your breath. âgonna fuck my pretty girl stupid.â
âplease.â you moaned out without thought, hips rolling up to grind into his cock, pussy throbbing at the stretch it promised.
âfuck, you donât have to ask. itâs yours, always.â eddie rumbled, hand pushing between your bodies to expertly unlatch his belt. your heart skipped a beat at the metallic clink, body buzzing like a bee and gut twisting.
eddie fastened his lips to yours as he shimmied his jeans down just enough to expose his underwear, the soft fabric a pleasant change from the rough texture of his pants. eddie released a groan of relief into your mouth as he pulled his boxers down and sprung his cock free.
âfuck, baby, iâm so hard for you.â eddie said, voice bordering on a whine, sliding his tip up and down your soaked folds. he let out a chuckle at the feeling.
âguess the feeling is mutual, yeah?â
you groaned and pushed your hips against him, coaxing him into action. âjust fuck me, eddie.â
âalways, sweet girl.â eddie murmured as he pressed his flared cockhead past your folds, both of you releasing twin moans of pleasure.
âalways so tight and wet fâme, angel.â eddie panted out as he began to thrust shallowly, each one sinking his cock in just a bit further. the stretch was already almost too much and he wasnât even half way in.
it was so fucking amazing.
you locked your ankles around his waist and tapped him with your heels. you just wanted him to fuck you already.
âfaster, eddie.â you breathed out, staring up at him with lidded eyes. eddie drew in a shuddery breath and nodded before locking his lips with yours.
the kiss was messy â just tongues, lips and teeth everywhere, both of you desperately tasting one another; eddieâs hips picked up pace and his hands found your waist and held it up, allowing his cock to beat into your cervix with every thrust.
âfuck,â you mumbled into his mouth, toes curling at the pleasure resonating through your entire lower half. âso good, keep going like that.â
âi know, angel. i know how you like it.â eddie groaned in return, tongue thrusting into your mouth and gliding over your own. his cock speared through your walls and slid against every single sweet spot hidden within, cockhead crushing into your cervix and knocking your breath out.
slaps, slick squelches, groans and moans painted the atmosphere of your room, the study cards youâd worked so hard on bouncing forgotten on the blanket as eddie fucked himself into you almost savagely.
âfeelinâ good, beautiful?â eddie murmured into your lip lock, rocking his hips into you so fast you were seeing stars. âis my cock makinâ you feel good?â
âyes,â you whined, hands flying up to grip his curls, thighs clenching around his waist. âso good, eddie.â
eddie groaned low in his throat and gripped one of your thighs, pushing it up until your knee nearly met your chest. it spread your legs open further and gave him ample access to absolutely spear himself inside you, all the way to the hilt, with every quick thrust.
âso sloppy,â eddie growled heatedly. âsheâs so fuckinâ sloppy. listen to âer cryinâ fâme.â
part of you wished you could block out the sounds that squelched from between your legs. they were absolutely filthy and lewd, a vocalization of how good he was fucking you.
your brain felt like it was melting, as mushy and slick as your body by now. completely fucked up by eddie â his scent, his warmth, his cock, him.
âeddie,â you whined, unsure of what you were pleading for; your gut felt so tight, breath knocked from your lungs with every rabid thrust into your body, legs shaking from the force behind eddieâs movements.
âiâve got you, angel.â eddie cooed, lips abandoning yours to graze along your jaw. âjust let me take care of you, yeah?â
eddie continued to fuck into you like an animal, hips slapping into yours and fucking his cock deep into your drooling pussy, lips finding purchase along your neck and peppering it with kisses and nips.
that familiar heat was building in your gut â you were so close, you just needed a little bit more.
âw-wanna cum,â you droned, pulling weakly at eddieâs hair. âeddie, c-cum⊠please.â
âof course, baby,â eddie whispered against your skin, voice warm and thick. âiâll make you cum, sweetheart.â
eddieâs hand left your hip and pushed between your bodies, fingers finding your clit with pinpoint accuracy and rolling it between them. you moaned lewdly and bucked your hips up, pushing his cock even deeper into your cunt.
eddie hissed and nipped rather harshly at your neck, startling a gasp from your lips. eddie laved his tongue over the tender skin in what you assumed to be an apology.
âclose,â you whined; your body felt completely ravaged, walls brutalized by eddieâs thick cock and clit rubbed ragged by his fingers â any second now youâd pop â
âi feel it, baby.â eddie snarled, lips mouthing wetly over your skin. âfeel your pussy fuckinâ flutterinâ. donât hold back, angel. cum on my cock.â
your whines and moans hit a fever pitch as your hips bucked into eddieâs thrusts desperately, pushing his cockhead against your cervix and bringing stars to your eyes.
âyes, fuck, câmon, sweet girl. fuckinâ give it to me.â eddie groaned, hips slamming into your body and dick bruising your pussy â he was going so fast, fat cock slipping and sliding against that spot, fuck, his fingers were rubbing so fast too â
your back arched from the bed and your lips fell open as your orgasm crashed through your body. your thighs locked up and your clit throbbed in time with the waves of pleasure cascading through you, pussy gushing slick around eddieâs cock.
âgood girl, good fuckinâ girl.â eddie cooed as his thrusts turned sloppy and desperate, cock kicking up against your walls and twitching. âgonâa fill you up now, baby girl.â
your body felt too fucked out to even move, as if it was nothing but liquid within eddieâs hands as he ravaged it with harsh, shallow thrusts. his moans and groans were becoming more guttural, spitting praises and vulgarities into your neck â he was so close, chasing his relief using the sweet velvet of your walls.
âfuckinâ shit â ugh, mmm, baby â get ready, okay? itâs cominâ, fuckâ!â
eddie thrusted in deep once, then twice, before he stilled and his cock jumped inside your cunt â you could feel his hot seed splatter inside you, painting your insides white and pulling a shiver from your body.
it always felt so good when he busted inside you, and even better when he fucked it deep.
âfuck,â eddie groaned, hips rocking slowly as he rode out the rest of his orgasm, lips quivering against your skin. âfeels so good to fillâya up, angel.â
your eyes fluttered closed as exhaustion slammed into you with harsh force â maybe all those all-nighters were finally catching up to you now that your body had been fucked into relaxation. black was slowly creeping into the corners of your vision.
âtired, sweet girl?â eddie murmured into your ear, humming when you nodded in assent. eddie pressed a sweet, loving kiss to your neck, hands soothing down your sides as he slowly pulled his softening cock from your walls.
âme too,â eddie grunted as he fell beside you on the bed. he snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you into his side, large hand guiding your face to his collarbone. âletâs take a nap, yeah?â
for once, you didnât fight with him. youâd been studying nonstop for three days. you deserved a break.
and eddie was so warm, and he smelled so nice, and his hand was sliding up and down your arm so soothingly â you couldnât help that you drifted off within seconds, blissfully unaware of the way eddie adored you as you did so.
#âłá§.#eddie munson x reader#stranger things x reader#stranger things x y/n#stranger things x you#eddie munson x you#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x y/n
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L. KENNEDY, C. REDFIELD, C. OLIVEIRA X READER (SEPARATE)
àłââ· sypnosis; christmas hcâs
àłââ· warnings; none! pure fluff
àłââ· authorâs note; ho ho ho merry christmas idc if its nov its christmas time⊠do ppl drink on christmas? we do so idek? icl this is all like stuff i made up bcos i donât celebrate christmas like this but wtv we roll #wesoĆychĆwiÄ
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C. OLIVEIRA
do not let this man near the kitchen. everything that can go wrong goes WRONG
ask him to take something out the oven, he drops it. ask him to stir something in the bowl he stirs too vigorously and it goes flying all over the counters
heâs a pain. heâs distracting. constantly getting infront of you with the mistletoe, thinking heâs slick by trying to sneak in kisses. constantly sneaking bites of food whenever he thinks youâre not looking (you are, and you smack his hands away with a spoon)
one thing heâs actually good at and enjoys is cookie decorating. heâll make little gingerbread men of you two and make them so damn detailed. makes one for jill too, though with less care and her face ends up a bit⊠strange
heâs THAT person which is always ringing everyone, friends and family, wishing them a merry christmas and sends them stupid gifs slavic babcias love so much (if u dont know what i mean thenâčïž)
LOVES the whole aspect of the christmas tree yet hates putting it together, it pisses him off to no end and half way through ends up calling you over to help him⊠definitely picks you up so that you can put the star on top
if he gets an ugly christmas sweater you best believe heâs wearing it for the full day, no shame
L. KENNEDY
depends which leon weâre talking about
younger leon puts in more effort, older leon genuinely canât be fucked to do much
walks around with a trash bag when everyoneâs opening presents so thereâs no mess on the floor
your guysâ house is literally the christmas function. every year. mostly due to you inviting everyone round and deciding to host it, much to leonâs annoyance but he doesnât mind THAT much since he loves you!!
definitely the best gift giver. for some damn reason he just knows what everyone wants, genuinely no explanation for it. he just does
heâs such a sweetheart, constantly asking you if you need help with anything in the kitchen or whether you need him to pop to the store for anything
he 100% sang carols when he was younger. just imagine 7 year old leon, hair gelled back, button up shirt, stood infront of the tv singing carols (lets pretend he didnât have all that trauma okay)⊠get him to sing again, he might cave once heâs drunk enough with chris
on the topic of chris, something ALWAYS happens when the pair have had a few and arenât sober any longer. something always gets broken for some reason
one year, they randomly got up and started dancing. leon went flying into the christmas tree and took it down with him.
i hc him as having a rather large sweet tooth, so heâs always down for some cookie decorating! itâs rather sloppy and they end up looking questionable most of the time, but he ends up eating half of them before heâs even fully finished decorating so thatâs not much of a problem anyways
C. REDFIELD
santa. need i say more?
nag him constantly to wear a santa outfit or atleast a santa hat. he will cave eventually
DEFINITELY gets a wallet for christmas every damn year without fail, yet doesnât even use the damn wallets
him in the kitchen helping you out is definitely⊠something. he doesnât know how to measure - what the fuck is a cup?
you asked him to help you out and stuff the turkey. he walked out the kitchen.
gets claire shitty gifts on purpose but then gives her her ACTUAL gift. theyâre siblings after all, he canât help it, old habits die hard
hates decorating the outside of the house. itâs his nightmare. all the stupid lights, just no
goes CRAZY on your gift. itâs like a little reward for all the effort you go through every year, and itâs always something you wanted badly and doesnât fail to put a smile on your face
heâs not necessarily a fan of sweet things, but hot chocolate? thatâs a completely different story entirely, you end up having to send him to buy milk since he drank the whole damn carton and thereâs none left by the time you get around to actually preparing for dinner
like leon, sits there with a trash bag. he gives such dad vibes i canât stop imagining it
him and leon ultimate christmas duo after a few drinks. all of a sudden chris is in the biggest christmas spirit ever and canât get last christmas out his head
best thing is? heâs not even too big on christmas. he actually celebrates it just because of you, what a sweetheart
#àłââ·. olkaâs bs#resident evil#leon kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#leon scott kennedy x reader#chris redfield#chris redfield x reader#carlos oliveira#carlos oliveira x reader#resident evil 4#resident evil 5#resident evil 3
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V2 didn't wanna die
well - none of the things V1 kills wanted to die either - but V2 was one of the few who tried harder than it needed to to not die
it wanted to live so bad it got better at fighting - it learned from V1 (and the player) on how to better use its equipment, it learned how to more effectively move and even when to and not to use certain weapons (if u stick a magnet in it, it wont use its nailgun type of deal)
V2 even made itself a new fucking arm - and while it never got the chance to use it in 4-4 i think it would have been decent at using it because just like it is - V1 is a small and extremely fast target - even if it did use the whiplash in 4-4 it probably wouldn't of been able to hit V1 (depending on ur playstyle - so if ur like me u dont know the meaning of stopping)
i think V2 went into the the fight in limbo with the intention of a spar - i like to think whatever testing and training the people who made the V models did would of put the two against each other to train up V2's skills so presumably the first time the two see each other again after entering hell it would of just gone back to those tests - to a spar. not a fight.
so when we beat its ass to just above a pulp - it ran and im assuming whatever v1 did to it had enough damage in the right place on its shoulder to loosen it enough so the impact with the glass on the ceiling broke it off
V2 in greed learned better. and it wanted payback. revenge. it wants its fucking arm back too
out of the two V2 is more naturally emotive - more reactive - its the only thing in hell that will +enrage when you use a certain arm on it - the rest enrage when they're at a certain stage of low health (i think. from what ive seen in videos at least*) but the only time ive really seen v2 enrage is when you punch it with the knuckleblaster and i can only think that it feels nothing but rage in that moment.
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forgot to mention the fact that when you do kill v2 - it fucking screams as it falls - its scared, it knows whats happening and it can do nothing but scream - maybe it hoped, prayed even, that it would land on its feet - that it would be okay.
that itd be more than a forgotten bloodstain
#* i. i play on harmless so enemies dont often enrage around me#aside from like cerberi but thats a given#theyre the only other thing in hell ive seen react that way#maybe ill do a post on cerberi next actually#i rlly like them#ultrakill#v1 ultrakill#v2 ultrakill
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Jaune: Got the latest issue of X-Ray & Vav, so I'll read that when I get back...
???: So I told her, ...
???: Haha! No way~!
Jaune: (Thinking) Crap! It's Nora and her friends! I never feel safe when it's the three of them together. And it looks like they've dragged Ren into this, too.
Nora: (Laughing, Smiling)
Jaune: ...
Jaune: She's been getting really close to me a lot lately... She's like... like...
Jaune: Like a bear. One that keeps digging into a rabbit's hole.
Cardin: Yo~!
Russel: 'Sup~!
Yang: Hey...
Ruby: Yo, 'sup~!
Nora: Oh, hey.
Ren: What up~?
Cardin: Dude, I am so tired~!
Ren: Ah. He's looking for sympathy.
Russel: No, really! Training was savage~!
Nora: You skipped out on training.
Yang: Prof. Goodwitch was piiiiiiiiiissed~!
Cardin: Pssh! She's already scary as it is~!
Russel: Completely impossible to reason with~!
Jaune: ...
Jaune: How do they do it? How do they just blend in with girls so easily? Weak guy like me can't keep up with that...
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Nora: (Playfully slapping Cardin)
Cardin: (Laughing) Stop that~!
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Jaune: (Clutches his chest)
Cardin: Yo, Valkyrie... Offer's still on the table if you want it~.
Nora: I don't want it, though.
Russel: C'mon~! Give him a chance~! Heck, we can double date, right, Ruby~?
Ruby: WHUH?! U-Um...
Ren: If you'd like, I can join, too~.
Russel: See~? Everybody's gonna be there~!
Nora: I'm not going.
Cardin: Ah, really? Why don't you come with us to the bullhead at least and then we can talk about it there~!
Jaune: (Glaring at the group)
Russel: Huh?
Jaune: OH NO! THEY SAW ME!.
Cardin: Who's the weirdo?
Russel: He's been giving us the stink-eye.
Jaune: Wh... What do I do?! It's too late to run away, right? I mean, it's already awkward enough as it is, but...
Yang: Yo, Vomit Boy~!
Ruby: Yuh-YO~!
Jaune: ...
Yang: Whatcha doin' over there~?! C'mon over~!
Cardin: Huh? You know this guy? (Grins) What? You need somethin~?
Jaune: (Gulps) N... No...
Jaune: I... I...
Nora: ...
Jaune: NORA! LET'S GO!
Cardin: Huh~?
Jaune: Crap! I said that out loud!.
Cardin: Could you say that again? I don't think I heard you right~.
Russel: Say it again. Nice and loud~.
Nora: (Stands up) Let's go... Leader~!
Jaune: (Blushes)
Nora: Later~! (Runs to Jaune)
Cardin: W-Wait...
Russel: Huh?
Yang: Heh heh... Ready to go, Rubes?
Ruby: Huh? Oh! Y-Yeah!
Ren: Oh? (Follows the group) I guess we're doing this today then.
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Jaune: Is it really okay to just leave them there?
Yang: Yeah. Those guys are so annoying.
Ruby: S-So annoying!
Ren: So, how's the drawing, Jaune?
Nora: Yeah! How's the pervert drawing~?!
Jaune: Wh-WHAT?! I... I draw, but I don't draw that!
Ren: There's no shame in pursuing erotica, Jaune.
Nora: Pervert Vomit Boy~!
Yang: Ew~! Vomit Pervert~!
Ruby: Vomit Pervert~!
Ren: I think you have what it takes to be one of the greats, Jaune.
Nora: Especially with that shaggy hair~!
Ruby: Shaggy hair~!
Ren: I can feel your aura just bursting with potential~!
Yang: That's not the only thing that'll burst from him~!
Jaune: I don't fit in with them at all...
Jaune: (Smiles)
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Jaune: (Mumbling)
Ren: Hm? Did you say something Jaune?
Jaune: N-Nothing...
Ren: Really? Because I thought I heard you say-
Nora: (Looms) LEADER LIKES TO MUMBLE A LOT. IT'S BEST IF YOU DON'T HURT YOURSELF TRYING TO HEAR HIM.
#rwby#ijiranaide nagatoro san#jaune arc#nora valkyrie#ruby rose#yang xiao long#lie ren#nora's arc#cardin winchester#russel thrush
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waiting game - matt murdock
summary: matt will make you wait as long as he wants to.
warnings: - here we go⊠18+ MDNI, mean!matt, cockwarming, insults (whore etc), daddy kink, bondage, spanking, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, cream pie, fingering, rough oral (m receiving), a little pain kink??, slight choking, tiny slapping (one mention of it and itâs not really slapping but thought i should include anyway)
word count: 1.3k
authors note: heyyy this is soo self indulgent lol but i hope u all enjoy x
Matt didnât like to be interrupted during his work - whether that be in the office or the menial hours he spent going through his braille-full-files at home. Either way, he didnât like any interruptions, including any from you.
âsweetheart, what have i said about this? iâve told you many timesâŠâ he trails off, sat with his thick thighs spread out on his couch and tossing his papers back to the coffee table with the rest of them. âplease, i-â you begin, and slowly youâre starting to realise the position youâre in.
spread eagle on his rug. face down, ass up, hands tied behind your back and youâve never been so aware of the placement of your pussy so close to him - he had tied you up around an hour earlier, leaving your dripping folds sat next to him - knowing exactly how desperate you are just for a simple touch.
âno, iâve already told you, youâll wait until iâm done.â heâs sterner now, and you can hear the tint of anger decorating his low tone. the tears brim at your eyes, threatening to fall as you wait for so much as a simple touch of calloused fingers to relieve any of the pressure that has built up.
you do the only thing you can - wait.
just as youâre ready to wait all night for a touch from him, he finally slips the rest of his papers back into their file and rests on his knees behind you, rough hands finding the smooth of your ass cheeks - and before you can even think about what may come next, he lands a slap right to the left one, the sting lasting longer than usual as the welcome of his touch settles in.
âthat what you wanted?â heâs asking, tone gravelly and stern behind you, slap after slap landing on your skin, and all you can do is moan at the beautiful pain he leaves in his wake.
âf-p- ahh- please, daddy please.â youâre begging now, and even you didnât realise quite how much you needed him in any form, even if it included being punished for being so desperate. âhmmm, donât think youâve been good enough. so desperate, such a slut.â your ears ring from the pain, but still you hear his voice drift through the air, and you know this means youâll be waiting all night.
gently, almost too gently, two fingers dip into your wet heat and your jaw drops open at the feeling. âso wet and iâve barely even touched you.â he smirks, and you can tell itâs the smirk he does when heâs about to ruin you.
âda-daddy please, need it so bad.â you beg, and the sliding of his fingers picks up pace.
the way he reaches so deep inside of you always takes you by surprise, his fingers hitting the spot that has been throbbing while youâve been waiting for him. the slick that drips down the inside of your thighs is telling the story of your desperate need.
âthat what you wanted? just wanted my touch like the whore you are?â heâs asking you, shit eating grin on his face when he knows youâre enjoying the touch of him so much you canât even reply. you can feel that familiar tight, warm feeling in your lower stomach - and what youâve been so needy for is finally approaching. âwanna interrupt my work? iâll interrupt you before you come.â
âno no no, please,â you start, when you feel his fingers pull out and your orgasm fade away.
âno begging, you knew what you were doing when you chose to be such a whore.â and as you turn your head to pleadingly look at him, he stands up and starts to strip his clothes off - before finally untying your hands and gripping your hair, pulling your head up until you rest on your knees. âdonât wanna be quiet, iâll keep you quiet.â he mutters, standing in front of you as his large shadow looms above.
his cock stands up on his abs, and each time the length of him stirs a little anxiety in you, whether itâll hurt, or just fit full stop. âopen up.â he says, trailing his thumb across your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth apart to make room for him. ârelax, gotta relax for me huh?â
as he pushes his way into your mouth, you feel the spit drip onto your naked chest, and as soon as matt hears the sound of it hit your skin his grip on your hair tightens. âfuck, so good for me, such a good whore for me.â
you do as your told, letting him use your mouth to his own pleasure - the head on him ramming to the back of your throat, and the pain leading right to your pussy, clenching at the feeling of him bullying his way through. âfuck, yâmouth feels- sâgood.â heâs muttering, and his hips are stuttering, and as you begin to get nervous that you wonât get to feel him inside of you tonight like you do desperately need to, he pulls out of your mouth with a pop.
âdonât worry, calm your heart beat down. youâll get what you need in time.â matt spits, dragging you to your feet again by the makeshift ponytail heâs gripping of your hair.
he sits himself down on the couch, tapping his knee so you know your place to sit.
âgonna keep me nice ân warm. not allowed to move, got it?â he tells you, hand wrapped tightly around your neck as he pulls you down onto his cock, seating perfectly within you. âplease, need to move, just let m-â you beg, again turning to the pure desperation thatâs ripping at you from inside.
âi said no, you need to listen, little slut.â matt growls, his hand still attached to your neck like a necklace, other hand tapping at your cheek to make you flinch.
he makes you wait, the feeling of him nestled so deep bringing that warm feeling back, with no building feeling. the hand around your neck keeps you in place, no matter how many times you try to rock against mattâs hips to feel some relief.
âso needy for me to fuck you, wanna come? that what you need so bad?â heâs asking, eyes darkened to the point his pupils are hard to find. gently, his hands meet your hips and start rocking you back and forth, your moans immediately filling the space of your air, mattâs heavy breaths through his nose becoming audible when he feels the way your walls clench around him.
âyes, yes please, daddy let me come please.â you speak, words coming so fast part of you wonders if he really knows what you said. and you can tell matt is getting close when you start to bounce on him, feeling his length hit the spot you need him so badly.
his warm, tough fingers finally place themselves at your clit, tight circles rubbed around, gathering your slick as you continue to pump up and down on him, listening to his grunts and moans mix with your own - and the way his thighs clench underneath yours tells you youâre about to feel him fill you exactly the way you like.
âg-gonna come, fill me up please, pleaseâŠâ youâre trailing off, just speaking into the ether and hoping he makes enough sense of you.
âoh, fuck, fill yâup so much- ah-â he stutters, and the feeling of him painting your insides triggers your own orgasm, clenching so tight around him itâs hard for him to lift you up and down his length with the way you suck him in.
your head collapses onto his shoulder, hips slowly coming to a stop as you sit together and try to match your breathing. the silence that sits around you is a peaceful one, full of gratification and released need.
âmaybe you should interrupt me more during work.â
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reblogging comment review by @zyafics
im currently writing rn and i love gigi's dialogues the most, so i'm back here to read and get inspired from her amazing words (long annotations below) âŹïž
Neither of you ever mentioned that night again, as if it had never happened.
pussy
Self-sufficiency had long been your norm. Growing up with Luke meant mastering the art of tending to your bruises from a young age.Â
my poor baby who had to take care of herself for too long (love love this sentence)
Every time your paths crossed, it dragged you back to that regretful momentâthe feeling of his hands, the memory of his presence inside youâ
the butterflies i felt from reading this line
âYeah, yeah, isnât it always?â he replied, dismissively waving a hand, âJust try not to get shot this time.â "You think you're so fucking funny, don't you?"
i love their banters fr
âAt least theyâre not murderââ
one thing i love is how this fic is similar but deviates from the original canon plot and i love that you managed to capture the same essence!
"What are you doing?" you asked, your brow furrowing in bemusement as you eyed his outstretched arms.âHelping you.â
when the bare minimum got me kicking my feet đ€
As you entered the motel lobby, the air was thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and cheap air freshener.
this is such a standout line when i first read it cause i love how u captured the atmosphere of cheap motels (LOL)
When you reached the door to room, he released your hand with a reluctant sigh.
CAUSE HE DIDN'T WANT TO LET GO OUT HER HAND đ«
"Yeah, well, appearances can be deceiving," you replied, trying to keep your tone light despite the underlying edge of irritation. "But let's save up the pity for later. I'm more interested in asking you why the fuck you got just one room with one bed."
the one BED TROPE YES
In the next second, you were gasping for breath as Rafe's hands closed around your throat in a vice-like grip. Shock and fear surged through you, your body instinctively fighting against his hold as you struggled to break free.
one thing i love more than the one bed trope is the nightmare one that follows it đ
"Fuck, fuck," he whispered, his voice trembling with fear and disbelief. "Shit, shit. I didn't mean toâI didn't knowâ"His words were choked off by a strangled sob as he buried his face in his hands, his entire body shaking with the force of his sobs.
MY POOR BABY OHMYGOD
But then, instinct kicked in, and you reached out to him, wrapping your arms around him.He practically dragged you into his lap, one hand wrapped around your waist and the other tangled in your hair. He only shook his head, his sobs growing louder as he buried his face where your neck and shoulder met, his entire body wracked with tremors. All you could do was hold him close, offering whatever comfort you could. Eventually, his sobs began to subside, his breathing evening out as he clung to you like a lifeline.Â
i love love LOVE how you write intimate moments like this
You held him close, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head, âBetter?âRafe nodded against your shoulder; his breathing still ragged but gradually steadying. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice barely audible above the soft sound of your heartbeat. "Yeah, I think so."
his voice so soft, just above her heartbeat? shut up your writing EATS
It served as another reminder that despite his tough exterior, he was just as human as any of you, with fears and insecurities that ran deep. And it terrified you, because up until last month Rafe Cameron was not capable of emotions to you, only violence.Â
YOUR CHARACTERIZATION OF RAFE I LOVE SO SO SO MUCH
Rafe hesitated, elbows dropping to the table as he searched for the right words. "I don't know," he repeated, his voice softer this time. "You just...are pretty, Maybank, everyone knows that." You felt like there was more to the story.
yeah đ€š
Rafe's jaw clenched, his expression turning steely as he locked onto your gaze, "I donât want to be your fucking friend, Maybank," he retorted, his tone laced with irritation. "I'm protecting myself. And if you can't handle that, then maybe you're the one who needs to reevaluate things."
damn shit, because he wants to be ur bf đ
âNo, I fucking wonât. Youâre the one who punched me on that ship, your guards were the ones who shot me, your father is the one who wants me dead,â your lips quirked in a small, humorless smile, âAnd you want to talk about protecting yourself?â
me, reader, "damn that's so long ago why won't u forget about it" me, irl, *i've held year-long grudges against people for stealing my pencils*
Rafe ran a hand through his hair, frustration etched into every line of his face. "You have no idea what it's like. To carry that weight, to know that everything you touch turns to shit.â His voice was probing, his eyes scanning your face with a scrutiny that made you want to run out the door. âAnd youâShit, youâre just searching for some confirmation that I am as horrible as everyoneâs made me out to be. Newsflash, I am."
he's so insecure đ„ș
âRight,â You swallow, finding the carpet of the room suddenly all too interesting, âGood enough to fuck, not to trust.â
DAMNNNN
Without another word, he closed the distance between you in a single fluid motion, his movements graceful yet filled with an underlying urgency. His hands found their way to your face, fingers tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss. His touch wavered between tenderness and roughness, with soft, gentle kisses blending seamlessly with fervent, desperate ones, as if he was unable to choose between cherishing the moment and giving in to his desires completely. You melted into him, your body responding instinctively to his touch. It felt different from the first time you kissed. Less violent, less primal, moreâŠintimate. It was as if he was trying to convey everything he couldn't put into words, everything he had been keeping bottled up inside, and you welcomed it.Â
INTIMATE INTIMATE INTIMATEEE đ
âYou canât kiss me to avoid questions, Rafe.â"I know," he murmured, "It's just easier than talking."
reminds me of that specific scene in 10 things i hate about you
"I know," he murmured against your lips, his voice rough with emotion. "But for now, can we just...be?"You nodded, "Yeah," you whispered, "For now, we can just...be."
my poor babies i love; they r unfortunately stuck in a situationship đ
THE OTHER SIDE OF PARADISE - rafe cameron (+18) - two
request: "a rafe enemies to lovers đ«Ł the reader is jjs sister the whole drama before but then she gets left behind on the ship and rafe ends up comforting her and then yea thatâs all I got you can do whatever else the rest đ"
WARNINGS: maybank!reader x sorta canon!rafe; doesn't exactly follow the real plot line but...it does?; am i turning this into a series? maybe.
word count: 6k...
Neither of you ever mentioned that night again, as if it had never happened. It couldn't have happened; it must have been a figment of your overactive imagination.Â
There was no way in hell you would have let Rafe Cameron have you on top of a dining table, living up to the derogatory "dirty pogue" nickname. You were better than that. You knew better.
Despite that...You found it impossible to look at him for the next forty-eight hours. In fact, facing yourself in the mirror became a challenge, so much so that you refused his help in tending to your wound. Self-sufficiency had long been your norm. Growing up with Luke meant mastering the art of tending to your bruises from a young age.Â
Initially, there was an undeniable tension between you and Rafe.
Every time your paths crossed, it dragged you back to that regretful momentâthe feeling of his hands, the memory of his presence inside youâbut there were bigger things at stake, and so, you pushed the nagging feelings aside, focusing on one thing only:Â getting out.
You and Rafe didnât mix, oil and water, two stubborn bastards with heavy emotional baggage. Sometimes it was tricky to work together, but other days, it flowed so easily it gave you whiplash. In the time that followed, you both worked tirelessly to plan your getaway, meticulously plotting every detail to ensure success and not another round of bullets. Your job was to sit around and act innocent, while Rafe had to ensure you had a way out and enough money to pay someone off. Avoiding Ward was easy enough since he spent most of his time in Guadalupe.
Rafe scoffed; his arms crossed over his chest as he eyed the small, weather-beaten boat skeptically. "I'm not getting into that piece of shit. No fucking way," he declared, voice dripping with disdain.
You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the knot of frustration building in your chest. He was so fucking insufferable.Â
"Oh, so you've got a better suggestion?" you shot back in defiance.
He shot you a glare, but you can't help but notice how his eyes caught the shimmer of the clear night sky, "I do," he retorted, gesturing towards a sleek motorboat moored nearby. "That one looks like it might get us somewhere without sinking halfway."
You followed his gaze, your entire face scrunching up as you took in the sight of the motorboat. It was certainly more modern and well-maintained than the rusty old dinghy you had been eyeing, but something about it made you uneasy.
"Hell no?â you hesitated, chewing on your bottom lip nervously. "It seems a bit...too much. We don't want to draw any unnecessary attention to ourselves."
Rafe rolled his eyes, his frustration evident in the way he tugged at his hair, "C'mon,â he scoffed, his voice tinged with impatience. "This isn't the time to be playing it safe. We need to get out of here, and that boat is our best chance."
You bit your lip, torn between your instincts and Rafe's seemingly reckless impulsiveness. On one hand, you didn't want to take any unnecessary risks, but on the other hand, you knew that time was running out and you needed to act fast. Ward was coming back to the island soon enough and if he dragged Rafe away with himâŠyou were a lost cause. There was no third chance.Â
âWhat about the guards?â your voice dropped to a whisper as you glanced around nervously. The last thing you needed was someone overhearing your plans.
Rafeâs stare flickered with a hint of irritation,  âIâve got it covered,â Your skepticism must have shown on your face because he stepped closer, lowering his voice, âLook, I know you donât trust me, but Iâm not about to let us get caught. Iâve been dealing with Wardâs security my whole life. I know how to slip past them.â
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration, âFine. But if this goes south, itâs on you.â
âYeah, yeah, isnât it always?â he replied, dismissively waving a hand, âJust try not to get shot this time.â
"You think you're so fucking funny, don't you?"
"Keep your voice down."
The tension between you two was palpable, but there was no time to dwell on it. You both turned your attention back to the task at hand. The sleek motorboat gleamed in the fading light, its potential for escape glinting like a promise of freedom. As night fell, you both moved with practiced stealth, with a reluctant nod, you followed him towards the sleek motorboat. The docks were eerily quiet, save for the gentle lapping of the waves against the hulls of the boats. Your heart pounded in your chest as you kept a lookout for any sign of the guards. Rafe moved with the confidence that you envied, quickly untying the boat and preparing it for departure. You glanced around nervously, half-expecting to hear the shout of a guard at any moment. Every shadow seemed like a threat, every noise a potential alarm.
âHurry up,â you hissed, glancing over your shoulder.
âCalm the fuck down,â Rafe muttered, though he did quicken his pace. âWeâre almost ready.â
Your anxiety spiked. This was it. No turning back. Rafe started the engine, the low rumble sounding like a roar in the silent night. You winced, half-expecting the noise to draw attention. The sound was louder than you expected. But luck seemed to be on your side.
âCâmon,â He whispered urgently, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of trouble, âGet in.â
You climbed aboard, your hands shaking as you settled into the seat.Â
âGo!â you urged, glancing back at the docks nervously. Rafe didnât need to be told twice. The boat lurched forward, cutting through the water with surprising speed. As the island receded into the distance, you felt a surge of hope. For the first time in months, freedom was within reach.
As Rafe guided the boat out of the harbor, you let out a breath you hadnât realized you were holding.Â
âSee? I told you itâd be fine,â Rafe said, a hint of smugness in his voice.
âJust keep your eyes on the water,â you retorted, refusing to give him the satisfaction of being right.
He adjusted the throttle, the boat picking up speed. "Relax, Maybank. Enjoy the ride," he said, his tone dripping with mock concern.
You shot him a withering look, gripping the edge of your seat. "Just focus on getting us out of here in one piece.â
He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, a muscle in his jaw ticking. "You think I don't know what I'm doing?"
"Frankly, I donât care what you think you know. Just keep us moving," you snapped back, your voice tense.
Rafe's hands tightened on the wheel, but he said nothing. The silence between you was a common thing, the hum of the engine the only sound cutting through the night. Minutes passed, each one stretching longer than the last. The coastline was a distant memory now, the open water vast and foreboding. You kept scanning the horizon, every wave a potential threat.
"You're acting like we're about to get ambushed by pirates," Rafe finally said, his tone lighter but edged with irritation.
"Better safe than sorry," you muttered, refusing to meet his gaze.
Rafe let out a sharp laugh. "Always so paranoid. That's what gets you in trouble."
You whipped your head around to glare at him. âNo, your family got me in trouble. In case youâve forgotten.â
His face hardened, the easy bravado slipping for just a moment, âHuh, right. âCause your friends are such fucking saintsâ
âAt least theyâre not murderââ
You cut yourself off before you said it, but the damage was done anyways. Rafe's jaw tightened, the muscle there twitching as he ground his teeth, lips pressed into a thin, unforgiving line. He didn't respond verbally, but the anger radiating from him was answer enough to you.
He turned his attention back to the horizon, his grip on the wheel tightening until his knuckles were white. The boat's engine roared louder as he increased the speed, the vessel slicing through the water with renewed urgency. The waves splashed higher, and the night air became colder, but Rafe didn't seem to notice. His focus was absolute. Yeah, he was pissed.
What could you possibly say? Apologize? There was no way in hell you were apologizing to him. Not after everything his father had put you through. If anyone owed an apology, it was him. And you knew you'd see the world end before Rafe Cameron ever uttered those words. It was infuriating. There he was taking a step forward, leaving his loyalty to Ward behind and he still refused to show remorse if not between four walls with you. Never out in the open, never too loud.
The sound of the engine became a steady thrum, drowning out any other noise, as if creating a barrier between you and the rest of the world. You sat in silence, each lost in your thoughts, the weight of the past pressing down on you like a lead blanket. It was done. And although you wished things had been differently, they werenât.Â
Despite the chill in the air, sweat prickled at the back of your neck, tension coiling in your muscles. The night stretched on, like a never-ending path.
After what felt like an eternity, a sliver of light appeared on the horizon, signaling the approach of dawn. You breathed a sigh of relief, the tension in your shoulders easing slightly. The worst was over, for now at least.
Rafe glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, âWeâre almost there. Keep an eye out for any patrol boats," he instructed, his voice curt and businesslike. He was all focus still, facade slipping away to reveal that calculating side that had always unnerved you.Â
You nodded, scanning the waters diligently. The further you went, the more the reality of your situation sank in. You were out there, in the middle of nowhere, relying on a Cameron to get you to safety. The irony was almost laughable.
âWhere are we heading?" you asked, breaking the silence. Your voice was softer, the edge of anger dulled by exhaustion.
Rafe glanced at you, his expression unreadable. "We'll head south, find somewhere to lay low for a while. I've got contacts who owe me favors."
âUh? Weâre not going back to The Outer Banks?â
He shook his head, attention fixed on the horizon. âNo. Not unless you want to get killed.â
The Outer Banks, once your home, now felt like a trap waiting to snap shut. You shouldâve figured Ward would send someone after you the minute he figured you were gone. A loose end. Shills ran down your body as you remembered your close encounter with death.Â
"Your contacts wonât sell us out?"
He smirked, though there was no humor in it. "They know better than to cross me. Criminal, remember?â
You sighed, ready to jump into the water if it meant a little space from the unbearable atmosphere. Despite everything, you couldn't shake the nagging feeling of guilt that twisted in your gut.Â
âYou know what I meant, Rafe.â
âYeah, whatever.â
âListen,â you began, your voice faltering as you struggled to find the right words. He glanced at you, his expression guarded, but you pressed on, determined to break through the wall of resentment that had formed between you, âI donât care, okay? Not right now. What matters is that youâre here, not with him.â
Rafe's face softened slightly; the hard edges of his demeanor were momentarily blunted by your words. He looked away, his jaw working as if he were chewing over something in his mind. When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter, more subdued than before.
âIf you say so.â
As you drew nearer to the shore, details of the island began to come into focus. Lush greenery blanketed the landscape, punctuated by towering palm trees swaying gently in the breeze. It was oddly like the place youâd been stuck in for months, but this time, there was no sense of dread in you. The boat slowed as Rafe expertly maneuvered it into a small cove, sheltered from prying threats by rocky outcrops and overhanging foliage. With a soft thud, the vessel came to a stop, the engine sputtering into silence.
Once he was done, he stepped onto the water, knees deep as the sandy shore still lay a little ahead.  You blinked in confusion as he turned to you, his arms open wide in a gesture that left you momentarily perplexed. The water laps gently against the sides of the boat, its surface reflecting the golden hues of the setting sun.
"What are you doing?" you asked, your brow furrowing in bemusement as you eyed his outstretched arms.
âHelping you.â
You blinked, caught off guard by his simple gesture of assistance. It took a moment for his words to register, and when they did, a faint blush tinged your cheeks at your slowness. In all fairness, you werenât used to this side of Rafe. Youâd only seen it a few times and it wasâŠsomething else entirely.
âRight.â
As Rafe's hand brushed against your waist while helping you out of the boat, your skin prickled in goosebumps, despite your efforts to remain composed. You quickly brushed off the sensation, chalking it up to nerves from the situation. With a grateful nod, you stepped onto the sandy shore, feeling the warm grains shift beneath your feet. The island stretched out before you, its landscape dotted with lush vegetation and towering trees. It was larger than you had anticipated, much bigger than Wardâs private hell.
"We should find a place to sleep,â you said, turning to Rafe as you scanned the horizon for any signs of civilization.
He nodded in agreement, his gaze following yours as he surveyed the landscape. "Let's head towards the center of the island. There should be some motels.â
With a shared nod, you set off along the sandy shore, the waves crashing against the beach providing a rhythmic backdrop to your footsteps. The warm, humid air carried the scent of salt and seaweed, adding to the coastal ambiance. As you walked, an uneasy feeling crept over you, the hairs on the back of your neck prickling, maybe it was just the paranoia that had become like second nature to you over the past year.
After a while, you noticed a winding path leading into the dense foliage of the island's interior. Without a word, you and Rafe followed it, venturing deeper into the heart of the island. The sounds of civilization faded, replaced by the rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds.Â
Finally, after what felt like hours of walking, you emerged into a clearing. Before you stood a beat up motel, its faded paint and weather-beaten facade blending seamlessly into the surrounding landscape.
"This should do," you said, nodding towards the building, "I guess."
âYeah. Good for a night or two, my contact wonât be here till then.â
As you entered the motel lobby, the air was thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and cheap air freshener. Rafe followed closely behind you, his expression unreadable as he glanced around the dimly lit room. You approached the front desk, where a bored-looking clerk sat slouched behind the counter, flipping through a magazine with half-hearted interest.
"Hi there," Rafe said, flashing a charming smile as he leaned casually against the counter. "My wife and I are looking for a room for the night."
His what? Your eyes widened in surprise, but you quickly masked your reaction, playing along with his impromptu act. It was obvious it wasn't the first time Rafe had pulled a stunt like this, and you had to admit, he had a knack for getting what he wanted. To pretend and lie his way out.
The clerk glanced up from his magazine, peeking over the two of you with mild curiosity. "Sure thing," he said, his tone disinterested. "How many nights?"
"One for now," Rafe replied smoothly, reaching into his pocket to produce a wad of cash that you hadn't even realized he had. It was a substantial amount, more than enough to cover the cost of survival for at least two weeks.Â
The clerk took the cash without comment, handing Rafe a key with a grunt of acknowledgment. "Room 203," he said, gesturing towards a staircase in the corner of the lobby. "Upstairs, second door on the left."
"Thanks," Rafe said, pocketing the key with a nod of gratitude. He turned to you; his expression unreadable. "Letâs go, baby.â
Baby?
He must've been out of his goddamn mind. His hand found yours, rough fingers intertwining with yours in a gesture that felt oddly intimate. You glanced at him, confused, but he simply squeezed your hand reassuringly, focused on the hallway ahead.
When you reached the door to room, he released your hand with a reluctant sigh. That always happened with him, there was always something new you couldnât pinpoint, but eventually got used to. The charming, panty-dropping posture was gone in an instant, replaced by his usual brooding demeanor as he unlocked the door and pushed it open, revealing a modest but comfortable-looking room.
âAfter you.â
You swallowed your surprise at his manners and stepped into the room, grateful for the relative privacy it offered. Rafe followed close behind, closing the door behind him with a soft click. It was sparsely furnished, with a queen-sized bed dominating the space and a small television mounted on the wall opposite. A worn armchair sat in the corner, and a narrow window offered a glimpse of the night sky outside.
"Itâs a fucking dump,â Rafe said, his tone light but with an underlying note of exhaustion. "But it'll do for now."
You sank onto the edge of the bed with a weary sigh âBetter than my room back home.â
âReally?â
"Don't act so surprised," you said with a wry smile, a hint of defiance creeping into your tone. "We're not exactly living in luxury over there."
You could see the realization dawn on Rafe's face as if heâd forgotten your background, âDidnât think it was that bad for you.â
"Yeah, well, appearances can be deceiving," you replied, trying to keep your tone light despite the underlying edge of irritation. "But let's save up the pity for later. I'm more interested in asking you why the fuck you got just one room with one bed."
âI can sleep on the floor, relaaax.â
You shoot him a skeptical look, eyebrow raised in disbelief. "Seriously?" you ask, a hint of incredulity coloring your voice. "You'd actually sleep on the floor?"
He shrugged, "Why not? It's not like I haven't slept in worse places."
You didnât want to delve into that. Instead, you only studied him for a moment, searching for any hint of insincerity in his expression. To your surprise, you found none. Moments like these reminded you that he was human, and you hated it.
âOkay.â
With a weary sigh, you rose from the bed and began to remove your shoes, the events of the day finally catching up with you. Exhaustion settled into your bones, dragging you down like an unbearable weight.
Rafe watched you for a moment before turning away to rummage through spare sheets and pillows, preparing a makeshift bed. There was no time to change clothes; you had left the little you had behind. As you slipped beneath the covers and closed your eyes, you couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the calm before the storm. It felt too easy.
You heard the rustle of sheets as he settled onto the floor, making himself as comfortable as possible, âDonât fucking snore, Cameron.â
Rafe chuckled softly, the rare sound carrying through the darkness of the room. "Wouldn't dream of it, Maybank.â
Hours later, you woke suddenly, your heart pounding in your chest, the remnants of a nightmare still clinging to the edges of your consciousness. For a moment, you lay there in the darkness, disoriented and trying to make sense of your surroundings. Then, you heard itâa low, murmured voice coming from the other side of the room. Turning towards the source of the sound, you saw Rafe lying on the makeshift bed on the floor, his face twisted in a grimace of pain.Â
He was tossing and turning restlessly, his brow furrowed as he muttered incomprehensible words under his breath. Concern gnawed at your gut as you watched him, the sight of him trapped in a nightmare and it weirdly stirred something protective within you. Despite everything, despite the walls he put up, you didnât like to see him in pain. It felt so familiar, and for a second you were back home, in your room, rocking yourself back and forth after waking up in hysterical screams.
Moving quietly, you slipped out of bed and crossed the room to kneel beside him. Gently, you reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, giving him a gentle shake.
"Rafe," you whispered softly, trying to rouse him from his restless slumber. "Hey, wake up."
In the next second, you were gasping for breath as Rafe's hands closed around your throat in a vice-like grip. Shock and fear surged through you, your body instinctively fighting against his hold as you struggled to break free.
"R-Rafe!" you gasped, your voice coming out in a strangled whisper as you clawed at his hands, desperate for release. But he was lost in the grip of his nightmare, his grip unyielding as he continued to squeeze, his eyes wide and unseeing.
Panic took over you as the world blurred around the edges, darkness creeping into your vision while your lungs burned for air. Frantically, you tried to call out to him, to wake him from whatever hellish nightmare held him in its grasp, but your voice was little more than a choked rasp, "Rafe!"
Then, as suddenly as it began, the pressure around your throat vanished, leaving you gasping and wheezing for breath as you collapsed against the bed. Blinking away the tears that pricked at your eyes, you looked up to see him kneeling beside you, his hands shaking as he stared at you with wide, horrified eyes.
"Fuck, fuck," he whispered, his voice trembling with fear and disbelief. "Shit, shit. I didn't mean toâI didn't knowâ"
His words were choked off by a strangled sob as he buried his face in his hands, his entire body shaking with the force of his sobs. It was a startling sight, seeing the usually composed and confident Rafe Cameron reduced to this, his vulnerability laid bare for you to see. For a moment, you were frozen, unsure of what to do or say in the face of such raw emotion. But then, instinct kicked in, and you reached out to him, wrapping your arms around him.
He practically dragged you into his lap, one hand wrapped around your waist and the other tangled in your hair. He only shook his head, his sobs growing louder as he buried his face where your neck and shoulder met, his entire body wracked with tremors. All you could do was hold him close, offering whatever comfort you could. Eventually, his sobs began to subside, his breathing evening out as he clung to you like a lifeline.Â
You held him close, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head, âBetter?â
Rafe nodded against your shoulder; his breathing still ragged but gradually steadying. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice barely audible above the soft sound of your heartbeat. "Yeah, I think so."
You remained silent, holding him close as he slowly calmed down. The weight of his body against yours was oddly comforting, grounding you in the present moment and pushing back the memories of his violent outburst just moments before.
After a while, Rafe pulled away slightly, his eyes red-rimmed but clear as he looked up at you "I didn't mean to hurtââ
You reached out and brushed a stray lock of his blonde hair from his sweaty forehead, your touch gentle and reassuring. "I know," you whispered softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "It was just a nightmare. I have them too.â
You don't know why you offer him that solace.
"You do?"
You nodded, though you knew he couldn't see it in the dim light.Â
"Yeah," you admitted, your voice soft but steady. "Theyâre pretty bad too.â
There was a brief pause, filled only with the sound of your quiet breathing and the distant hum of the night outside. Then, Rafe spoke again, his voice tinged with curiosity, "What do you dream about?"
You hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But something in Rafe's earnest expression urged you to be honest, to let down your guard just this once, âLuke. You?â
Rafe's immediate reaction was defensive, hands pulling away from your body, âDoesn't matter."
You felt stupid for asking him such a personal thing. He wasn't like you.
âDo you want to sleep in bed with me? It might be better than the floor."
"I'm fine on the floor. Don't worry about me."
But you weren't about to let him off the hook that easily. With a sigh, you reached out and gently grasped his arm, turning him to face you again, "Rafe," you said, voice borderline pleading, âJust sleep on the bed. Okay?"
For a moment, he hesitated, his gaze flickering between you and the bed, but with a reluctant sigh, he nodded, his defenses crumbling.Â
"Okay, okay," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Fine."
With that, he rose from the floor and cautiously joined you on the bed, his usual bravado replaced by a rare hesitancy. You shifted slightly to make room for him, and as he settled beside you, a wave of warmth and comfort washed over you, âDonât snore.â
âNot more than you do.â
The rest of the night passed in a blur of fitful sleep and restless dreams, but somehow, with Rafe by your side, it felt more bearable. When morning finally came, you awoke to find he was already gone, his side of the bed cold, no traces of his presence, and a messy scribbled note left behind on the bedside table.
"Picking up food and clothes, brb. Don't open the door."
You felt relieved that he hadn't disappeared without a word and was instead putting in the effort to rely on you. Deep down, you knew he had left as soon as he woke up, probably sprinting out of the room to avoid waking you and having any awkward confrontations about last night. It was going to be a long day, especially if he was determined to hide his emotions and weaknesses. You knew the old, bad Rafe Cameron would make a reappearance.
Pushing aside your conflicting emotions, you rose from the bed and stretched. The events of the previous night began to fade into the background as you focused on the task at hand: a shower. You stank. It had been two days since you had washed, and the thought of having gone to sleep in such a state made you want to hurl. Youâd have to ask for another set of fresh sheets if you stayed another night.
As you stepped into the bathroom, the warm water cascading over your skin felt like a soothing balm, washing away the remnants of fear and tension from the previous night. The steam filled the small space, enveloping you like a comforting embrace as you took your time, allowing the water to ease the knots of stress from your muscles. You focused on the simple act of washing away the dirt and grime, letting the familiar routine ground you.
Yet, even as you lathered soap onto your skin, your mind couldn't help but drift back to Rafe, to the way he had clung to you in the darkness, his vulnerability laid bare. It served as another reminder that despite his tough exterior, he was just as human as any of you, with fears and insecurities that ran deep. And it terrified you, because up until last month Rafe Cameron was not capable of emotions to you, only violence.Â
You stepped out of the shower, the steam still lingering in the air and with a towel wrapped snugly around your body, you stepped back into the main room of the motel, feeling refreshed.
âHuh, good morning to you too.â
You nearly jumped out of your skin, âFuck!â
Rafe stood leaning against the doorway, something similar to a playful smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he watched your startled reaction. His arms were laden with bags of groceries and a few articles of clothing.
"Didn't mean to scare you. Just wanted to make sure you were alive in there."
You stared at him incredulously, âTurn around!â
He scoffed, walking into the room as he closed the door with his foot, âNothing I havenât seen before.â
He said it so casually, it irked you. As if you two hadnât been purposely ignoring that night ever happened. You shot him a withering glare, snatching a towel from the nearby chair and aiming at his face, full force.
"That's not the point, Cameron," you grumbled, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment, âAnd you didnât see shit. I was dressed.â
Rafe raised an eyebrow, catching the towel with ease before tossing it back to you "What's the matter, Maybank? You shy all of a sudden?"
âWill you shut up?â
Rafe held up his hands in mock surrender, his grin widening as he leaned against the nearest wall. There was no point in getting into a pointless argument with him, especially not when you had more important things to worry about. Instead, you focused on drying yourself off and getting dressed in the bathroom, slamming the door behind you.
As you emerged again, fully dressed and composed, Rafe had already begun unpacking the bags of groceries, laying out an assortment of food on the small table in the corner of the room. The sight of the makeshift spread made your stomach growl in anticipation, reminding you just how long it had been since your last meal.
âHungry?â Rafe asked, glancing up from where he was arranging the food.
You nodded eagerly, making your way over to the table and helping yourself to a plate of fruit and plain toast. As you ate, Rafe filled you in on his plans for the day. It was strange, hearing Rafe talk so casually, without insults, without fear, or threats. For so long, you had seen him as nothing more than a spoiled, entitled rich kid, content to coast through life on his familyâs wealth and influence. But ever since that night, you couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of respect for him. He wasnât Ward.
When he finished speaking, you glanced up from your plate, âSounds like a plan,â you said, your voice steady and confident. âIs your contact here, yet?â
âNah, only tomorrow.â
âGreat. So, weâre on our own for now?â
âYeah, you and me, Pretty Maybank.â
"Hey," you began, your tone light as you tried to sound casual, "I've been curiousâwhy do you call me 'Pretty Maybank'? Is there a story behind it?"
Rafe's gaze flicked up from where he was picking at his food, a hint of surprise in his expression. He seemed taken aback by your question as if he hadn't expected you to bring it up.
He shrugged, "I don't know," he admitted his voice casual but tinged with a hint of embarrassment. "Just seemed fitting, I guess."
You raised an eyebrow, unconvinced, "Fitting? How so?"
Rafe hesitated, elbows dropping to the table as he searched for the right words. "I don't know," he repeated, his voice softer this time. "You just...are pretty, Maybank, everyone knows that.â
You felt like there was more to the story.
âOh.â
He leaned back, now sat in the old chair, âMight start calling you snoring Maybank though.â
Your lips twitched, fighting back a smile, âYouâre not funny. At all.â
âSure.â
You tilted your head, studying him intently. He looked like a completely different person from last night, âDo you feel any better?âÂ
âAbout what?â He feigned innocence, avoiding your gaze, as his fingers started tapping nervously on the table. You knew what that meant.Â
You leaned forward, expression softening as you reached out to touch his hand gently. âUhâY'know, last night, your nightmare.â
âDonât,â Rafe's abrupt change in demeanor catches you off guard, his walls shooting up in an instant, his tone laced with defensiveness and irritation. You straightened up, your expression hardening as you withdrew your hand, a wall of your own rising to match his.Â
"Itâs not important," he snapped, his words cutting through the air like a knife. "Just drop it, okay?"
You recoiled slightly at his harsh tone, the sting of his words making you want to slap him across the room. It was clear that he wasnât in the mood to talk about whatever demons haunted him in the night, and you knew better than to push him when he was like this. But you were feeling inspired.
âWhy do you always do that?â You blurted out, frustration bubbling over. You needed some sense of security around him, and every single time you were close to getting it, he backed out.
He stood up straight, rolled his shoulders back, and narrowed his eyes at you âNot doing anything.â
"You always shut me out," You continued, words coming out in a rush as you struggled to articulate your feelings. "Every time. You say a few words, and then bamb, gone. Weâre not friends, thatâs fine. But I need to know youâre someone I can rely on, okay? You canât be doing this. One moment youâre all trusting and the otherâŠI donât even know what the fuck you are. You can say no nicely, you donât need to act like a dick.â
Rafe's jaw clenched, his expression turning steely as he locked onto your gaze, "I donât want to be your fucking friend, Maybank," he retorted, his tone laced with irritation. "I'm protecting myself. And if you can't handle that, then maybe you're the one who needs to reevaluate things."
The words stung like a slap to the face. Resentment flared within you; the color drained from your face.
"Protecting yourself?" you shot back, your voice rising with each word. "From what, exactly? Me?"
He didnât move, didnât so much as toss a glance your way as he responded, âKeep your voice down.â
You shook your head, standing up from your seat. He'd said the same exact thing before you got on the boat and you were tired of being pushed aside like a toy.
âNo, I fucking wonât. Youâre the one who punched me on that ship, your guards were the ones who shot me, your father is the one who wants me dead,â your lips quirked in a small, humorless smile, âAnd you want to talk about protecting yourself?â
Rafe felt himself flinch, noting how his brows seemed to furrow ever-so-slightly. There was a feeling in your stomach that you couldnât make out yet, but it was heavy and made you antsy.
"You think I don't know that?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You think I don't carry that guilt with me every single day?"
His words caught you off guard, the raw emotion in his voice sending a shiver down your spine.
Rafe ran a hand through his hair, frustration etched into every line of his face. "You have no idea what it's like. To carry that weight, to know that everything you touch turns to shit.â His voice was probing, his eyes scanning your face with a scrutiny that made you want to run out the door. âAnd youâShit, youâre just searching for some confirmation that I am as horrible as everyoneâs made me out to be. Newsflash, I am."
You let out a groan, the sound scraping against your throat. "Iâm trying to help you! Are you stupid? Oh my god.â
"I don't need your help!" he snapped, standing taller than you, "I don't need anyone's help. I've been doing just fine on my own."
You stepped closer to him, pushing against his chest with your finger, "Fine? Is that what you call it? Living on the run, constantly looking over your shoulder, never knowing who you can trust? That's not fine, Rafe. That's not living."
His hand shot out, gripping your wrist tightly, âI donât know how to live. I know how to serve, thatâs it.â His grip on your wrist tightened as if he was trying to anchor himself, "I just...I can't."
Can't trust you, you think that's what he wants to say.
âRight,â You swallow, finding the carpet of the room suddenly all too interesting, âGood enough to fuck, not to trust.â
His grip loosened slightly, his hand falling away from your wrist as if burned, âI never said that.â
âYou donât have to. Dirty pogue, remember?â
His breathing mirrored your own, both erratic, leaning in closer, breath hot against your skin as his nose brushed against yours, âYou think Iâd risk my life for you if I believed that?â
âI donât know. Would you?â
âYou have no idea," he breathed, âDo you?â
"I don't understand you."
"Neither do I."
Without another word, he closed the distance between you in a single fluid motion, his movements graceful yet filled with an underlying urgency. His hands found their way to your face, fingers tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss. His touch wavered between tenderness and roughness, with soft, gentle kisses blending seamlessly with fervent, desperate ones, as if he was unable to choose between cherishing the moment and giving in to his desires completely. You melted into him, your body responding instinctively to his touch. It felt different from the first time you kissed. Less violent, less primal, moreâŠintimate. It was as if he was trying to convey everything he couldn't put into words, everything he had been keeping bottled up inside, and you welcomed it.Â
He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours.
âYou canât kiss me to avoid questions, Rafe.â
"I know," he murmured, "It's just easier than talking."
You sighed, your hand coming up to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing lightly against his stubbled jawline, "It's wrong."
He closed his eyes, his breath hitching slightly at your words. For a moment, you thought he might pull away again, and retreat into his shell. But then, to your surprise, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a feather-light kiss.
"I know," he murmured against your lips, his voice rough with emotion. "But for now, can we just...be?"
You nodded, "Yeah," you whispered, "For now, we can just...be."
Neither of you knew what you were doing nor the consequences to come.Â
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So, I saw the question about tips for aspiring comic artists and it actually reminded me that I am curious about the topic as wellđ
I like to write stories and I like to draw so it seemed logically for me to try my hand at comics as well but I'm struggling extremely with the layout.
It's seems very daunting when you sit in front of the empty page and you have to consider how to arrange the panels.
I'm the kind of artist that sometimes does big changes to almost finished works, so the idea of having to make a final decision before I even start with the actual drawing process, is kind of terrifying for me.
Long story short, how do you put your drawings into panels?
Do you really have to make a final panel layout at the beginning, the way I've been attempting to, or are there other possibilities I simply haven't thought of?
Last but not least, I want you to know that I absolutely love your comic, both because of your spectacular art and the amazing story! â€ïž
Hello! Okay this is going to be long but I'll try my best to explain and be concise (and truly sorry for the english!) So, the first rule you need to have in mind is that you don't imagine the scene PER PAGE but PER SEQUENCE. What I mean is, you don't have to imagine a comic (like ''what I'm putting in this page'') but you have to imagine it as a video in your head, like you're directing a movie ( movies and comics are a lot more similar than we think as a media) For example, try to imagine someone waking up and going to open their window, that's a full sequence. it can be done in various ways, depending on what your character is doing and what's the ''mood'' of the scene. Remember always that your character emotions sets the mood for the entire scene. A thing that helps me a lot is ( like I said XD) watching movies, I focus on the mini sequences, a kiss scene, a fight, I pause the movie and rewatch that scenes various times, trying to understand the mood of the scene and how is shot. A sequence can even take 3 or 4 pages or even 10, it depends from whats happening, even more if it's a fight! But like I said the number of pages comes later. another importart thing to remember is that your characters needs ''a place to live'' If you make a story and never show a single panel with a background, the story is gonna lack something 100%; and I know... backgrounds are hard (I hate them) but you need at least 1 panel where you show the places your characters are living in. That is called establishing shot and it needs to be used when your character are moving to other locations. (or if you're talking about other characters in your comic and they are somewhere else) I'll show u some establishing shots now:
Took 3 different comics (narratively and stylistic speaking) Bone, Batman and TinTin to show you that even if the setting of the panels is extremely different, they still all have an establishing shot. Now, of course you don't have to put this in EVERY page, but like I said at least at the start of your comic, or when the characters are moving somewhere else, it's very important to show that. Also remember that the biggest panel you need to have in your sequence is the one where the most important action is happening. For example, if two people are fighting and someone gets slapped, that's the most impactful scene, so that's the scene that will need the biggest panel on your sequence, because it's the most important. Another rule is to make the camera breathe. Let me explain this properly, you, as a comic artist, are like a movie director with a camera. You need to turn the camera in various ways, up and down left and right, but always remember this : Never make a page of faces only. example, here are character A and B having a conversation, a page like this is extremely wrong, because the camera is basically attached to the character face and the viewer/reader is going to feel like they're suffocating in the room with the story characters :
You as an artist have the power to zoom the camera in and out, showing extremely tiny details or making a big panel that shows how Idk... beautiful or eerie or mysterious the background is. The biggest advice I can give you is to read a lot of comics, try to find series you love and study them, see how they make the panels, how the sequence are shown etc. The last rule (there are a lot more so if you have more specific questions just ask) I can give you and this is about your question in specific is that: Yes. Unfortunately you have to make the structure first and that has to be your final decision, if you make a 10 pages comic for example and you decide you don't like some stuff anymore and decide to change all the pages, you're just gonna end up in a endless cycle of always fixing and fixing and never be satisfied. Remeber this: The sketches and layout of the pages are the MOST important thing in a comic. The coloring, lineart, etc... it's just decoration. So hang on and start making layouts, and focus only on those for a period of time and then when you're 100% satisfied with the structure, you go and start adding the ''decorations'' Hope this helps! I'm not very good at explaining , especially in another language, but I tried my best XD
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OMG I THOUGHT THIS ACC WAS DEAD GLAD TO SEE U BACK THO!!!!!
anywho could u write some outis x reader hcs pls
Project Moon is a chronic ailment to my brain so I am always here, lingering. I will be back. Canât promise when Iâll be back but it will be eventually.
Outis x Reader Headcanons:
This is a woman who has been through a lot, done a lot too. Not all things she may see as warranting forgiveness. She is saddled with a personal sense of responsibility to see things to the end even if it takes sacrifice.Â
But she is loyal, deeply so, fiercely so. And should she place trust in you then so too will she abide by your will. She has an undeniable sense of faith for those who she believes even if some of their suggestions or ideas.. Are not the ones she would find herself making.
Outis is used with working in high-caliber strictly professional settings where everything is meticulously planned out. This makes for her sociability to be a bit difficult with those she considers inept.
She aims to impress and this no doubt extends to you. High-strung in public everything must be perfect, whatever outings you have she has organized and outlined them so you canât even fathom a moment of concern.
She wants everything to be up to par for you which often means that people arenât free from her scrutiny. While this might work well in a work setting, it can extend outside and to times when itâs not necessary.Â
What she does comes from the genuine hope of making things more enjoyable for you but it can be a bit much. It can end up making things more stressful when she is so focused on managing the menial things and holding others to absurd standards ânot even for herself, but for you.
However she will listen when you tell her to stand down. Once again it isnât malicious just misguided.Â
There is an incredibly homely and domestic quality to her that comes more naturally when it is just you two. A refuge where after the long dayâs work, after all is said and done, she can return to the hearth that you offer.
Youâll find that her cooking is better than what you can find at restaurants anyway. We know from the Hellâs Chicken event that she prepares food from the heart, and there is nothing as cozy as a homecooked meal. It allows her to be more relaxed and whatnot when away from the buzz of people.
Not to say that her confrontational nature is always a bad thing. If people are treating you rudely, or you are off-put or uncomfortable by something there is not a universe where sheâd sit by idly.Â
If you are adverse to conflict yourself it can be incredibly difficult to speak up and let people down easily. This is not even a thought that crosses her mind. Someone is heckling you? Damn right it might lead to conflict, but there is no justification in her mind for you to be treated poorly like this. People are often dissuaded or give up once they see how undeterred she is.
She doesnât experience anxiety when she is stepping in for you because she sees it as a reasonable action. That said, you might be a bit anxious and fear escalation. If you communicate this to her, even if she doesnât fully understand why, she will tone it down a notch.
That doesnât mean she will do nothing, but you can rest knowing that perhaps with a derisive comment towards them sprinkled in here or there that she will acquiesce and leave with you.Â
I do believe that there is little that you could do that would stop making her love you. It is unconditional because she has done many awful things, and yet you love her still. She doesnât believe herself to be entirely worthy of the love you give, but she will vow to return it.Â
I do not think Outis would be overly affectionate in the traditional sense when it comes to in public or in front of those she knows. Itâs not a case of being embarrassed by it, but more of an act of safety. A woman with a history like hers means one who has been in many situations where loved ones can be held at a point of ransom. Wouldnât be surprised if she had quite a few enemies.
The sinners would probably think you were more of a superior than her partner, funny enough. But seeing how much more relaxed you are with her, and even physically affectionate it sort of clues them in.
Might become a point of teasing for some of the more devious sinners, but they would quickly learn not to. Itâs one thing to face a lecture on their inadequacy from her, itâs entirely another to bring up her personal life. Thereâs a sense of immediate wrongdoing and foreboding that most would rather not experience again.
There is an unmistakable tenderness in her regard to you. Every action she does is another pledge to you. For as much as she would do for you, she greatly enjoys acts of service in return. Take her coat off her shoulders, brew her some tea, maybe even draw a relaxing bath, do what work you can for her so that she doesnât have to worry.
Outisâ time spent with you is one she can unwind in, a seldom opportunity otherwise. To say she would be appreciative when you try to support this is an understatement.Â
Iâm sorry I just thought about her coming home with flowers for you and a tear came to my eye. I can see it. After trudging through the day and poor weather at last she returns with a bouquet. Itâs nothing super extravagant, perhaps an assortment of hydrangea or whatever your favorite flower is.
Speaking of which, on her journey, I can see her returning to you with keepsakes that remind her of you. Most of these are picked up when sheâs trailing behind the others and are stored safely in her room until she sees you next.
You can not tell me this woman doesnât have a little locket with your picture in it. Sheâs viewing that thing periodically and it helps remind her why she is doing what she is doing.
Anything you give her that she can smuggle onto Mephistopheles or herself she will hold tight. Not the superstitious type, but finds your gifts to bring some kind of prosperity even if itâs logically because of a shift of mindframe.
I canât help but think her hands would be very nice to hold, they are worn and weathered, but she has a firm grip, a grounding one.Â
Overall a very devoted person though her actions might be more prominent than words. You help defuse what irritation she might have from the day and instead sink into a sense of security, and she commits to giving you that same security.
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