#cuz this IS the same volume where everyone had a straight face when they thought Ruby k worded herself

[starwarskawaii]

Tbh, I genuinely dislike the idea, but after this episode, I can't help but think that Tai was the sperm donor for Raven and Summer's family. The lack of kiss goodbye? That was weird. Raven's awkwardness? Explainable. But weird. I am not rooting for it, but I wouldn't be shocked.

[mingishoe]

𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂 | 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮 [25]

Summary: You finally spend some time with Seonghwa alone.

Pairing: Seonghwa x Fem!Reader

Genre: Social Media AU, Smut, Hints of Fluff and Angst but not really

Word Count: 7k

Warning: Party scene, alcohol consumption

Smut Warning: Dom!Seonghwa Sub!Reader (not in a particular order) Heavy flirting, friendly teasing on both ends, making out, public sex? Not really cuz they’re just outside and no one else is, handjob, oral (m&f), fingering, slight finger sucking, dirty talk, unprotected sex, breeding/impreg kink, praise, cum play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dacryphilia, drooling, dumbification and degrading, I think that’s it…

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You were putting the last touches on your makeup, double, even triple-checking to make sure you looked good. You had a white silk dress on with lace accents along your waist and chest.

You were nervous about literally 20 different things, but you’ve never been more excited at the same time. You heard a honk outside signaling that Wooyoung was here to pick you up. You quickly rushed to grab your things to put in your purse before you made your way outside.

As soon as you stepped outside Wooyoung vigorously honked the horn as Mingi whistled at you loudly, “Damnnn! You were right- you are hot!” You covered your face in embarrassment as Mingi stuck his head out the window.

“Okay- okay shut up and move over.” You stood at the door waiting to get in.

“Sure you wouldn’t rather sit on my lap…” Mingi winked at you before Jongho smacked him on the back of the head.

“Just let her get in! I’m ready to go party!” Wooyoung complained, making Mingi move over with a pout.

“It’s okay babe, at least you look hot. Would totally fuck.” You wink at Mingi with a small smile.

“Close your ears Jongho and Wooyoung, don’t look in the rearview mirror. We’re gonna fuck back here.” You snort loudly before you hit Mingi on the arm, “What?! You’re the one who said-”

“Maybe tonight.” You wink jokingly at Mingi before the four of you begin to talk. You mostly stay out of the conversation, worrying about how many celebrities could possibly be there. Mingi and Jongho are decently well known and Wooyoung is hot so he’ll fit right in, but you… you’re just there.

“Y/n… Look at me.” Mingi’s voice was soft as he scooted next to you. He wrapped an arm around you before kissing you on the top of your head, “It’s okay.”

“Will you stay with me?” You held onto Mingi as you looked at him with a worried expression.

Mingi almost wanted to laugh but he could tell you were actually nervous so all he did was rub your arm and agree, “Y/n, babe, you know damn well once you get a drink…” Mingi raised his eyebrows knowingly at you.

“Okay but-” you laughed loudly as you realized he was right, “Okay yeah but like I can’t get there and get drunk right away!” You were honestly ready to get there and go straight to the bar, but you gotta wait at least an hour to fully go in. “But how am I supposed to be in the same place as so many famous people?! I’m not famous! I just happen to know someone who is-”

“I’m not famous either.” Mingi blinked at you seriously.

“Okay but technically you are! And- And look at you!” You exclaimed as you checked Mingi out.

“Look at you!” Mingi’s voice turns into a whisper, “The dress does nothing for the imagination.” You bite your lip as you smile softly as Mingi lets his fingers trail over the lace that’s hardly covering your boobs.

“Please- you’re so hot.” You jokingly lean in like you’re going to kiss him and when he leans in too you squeal and giggle as you push him away.

The two of you joke around for a little bit longer before the car stops. When you look out the window you pull up to where a man is standing, “Does he have fucking valet parking?! How rich can someone be, Jesus Christ!” “Is this his house? There’s no way- it’s way too big!” Your eyes were wide as the four of you looked at each other in amazement.

Wooyoung is the first to get out of the car quickly following the rest of you. You watch as the car gets driven away and the four of you stand there awkwardly, feeling completely out of place.

“Okay- Okay, come on! We got this. We’re all hot. We can fit in.” Wooyoung attempts to hype the four of you up. Mingi nods and takes your hand in his as he makes his way into the house.

As soon as you step in, your entire body vibrates from the volume of the music, “Isn’t this more like a club than a party regular celebrities would go to?!” Mingi nods as the two of you look around. Jongho and Wooyoung made their way behind you and their mouths dropped.

As the four of you are standing in the entryway you jump as someone wraps their arm around you. Your head snaps to the figure next to you and you let out a breath of relief as you see Hongjoong.

You turn to hug Hongjoong with a bright smile, “Did y’all just get here?”

You nod as you pull away, “Yeah. Uhh, we just feel a little bit weird…”

Hongjoong laughs softly as he nods, “It’s okay! Follow me, I’ll take you somewhere where you can hang out.”

The four of you nod and let Hongjoong lead. Wooyoung pulls you back towards him, “That’s Hongjoong?” You nod, “Yeah I get it.” You look at Wooyoung with a confused expression, “Why everyone thinks he’s so hot. And why you-” “Okayyy- Yeah.” Wooyoung laughs loudly at your panicked expression.

Hongjoong leads you into a back room and it’s already 10x quieter, “Whenever you’re ready y’all can go out and just come back whenever you want to if you need a break, okay?” Hongjoong smiled at you and you nodded, “Okay. I’m gonna go find Seonghwa so he can come say hi. Mingi, Do you wanna come with me?”

You smiled knowingly as he looked at you. He had already told you he’d stick with you and now Hongjoong was wanting him to go with him. You nodded with a wink so Mingi would know you were okay with him leaving, “I’ll find you later.”

Mingi nods and leaves with Hongjoong and you laugh softly, “He’s not coming back-” and you flop down onto the sofa that’s in there.

“You’re staying here?!” Jongho looks at you with an exasperated expression when you nod, “What happened to wanting to get drunk and party?”

You laugh, “I’ll wait for Seonghwa.”

“And what if Hongjoong didn’t tell him? Why don’t we go and find him instead?” Jongho holds his hand out in offering. You huff and stand up and walk with Wooyoung and Jongho and as soon as you move to open the door, it swings open.

You flinch back and you stand there with a shocked expression, “Oh! I’m sorry- I didn’t know you were right there.” Seonghwa brings you into a hug and rubs his hand down your back before he pulls away when he notices Jongho and Wooyoung standing there. He takes Jongho into a side hug before he turns to Wooyoung, “I’m Seonghwa, Nice to meet you. You’re y/n’s friend?” Wooyoung nods and introduces himself and Seonghwa finally takes a step back to take in the three of you.

His eyes scan Jongo and Wooyoung before they stop on you. Mingi was right, the dress you were wearing left nothing to the imagination and it was obvious from the look you were getting.

You glanced at Wooyoung and he was looking at you with a smirk and you suddenly gained a surge of confidence that you usually would never get unless you’d been drinking, “Do you like it?” Seonghwa’s eyes never leave your figure as he nods, “It’s new. Thought it was cute.”

“Cute? Yeah- yeah, it’s nice.” Seonghwa finally lets his gaze break from your body as he looks at the pretty smile you’re flashing at him. He wraps his arm around your shoulders, “I want you to meet someone.”

You let Seonghwa guide you into the crowd as you curiously look around, trying to see if you saw anyone else who you recognize and your curiosity rises once he stops at the bar, “Hey, Yunho. Yeosang.”

Your eyes widen at the names and as they turn around your mouth drops.

“Oh my god!” The three of you all simultaneously exclaim as you look at each other.

“Oh, holy shit! You’re Y/n right?” Your hand slaps over your mouth as Yunho says your name, “It’s about time we met you!”

“Oh- Oh my god- yeah. Uh Yeah, my name’s Y/n. It’s really nice to meet the two of you!” You reached your hand out but instead, Yunho stood up to hug you before Yeosang did the same.

“Do you want anything to drink?” You thought about it for a while, not sure if it was too early to get drunk.

“Just something light.” Yunho nods and turns to order you a drink.

Yeosang leans in to talk to you, “It’s been nice to meet you. Yunho and I have heard lots about you and we were getting excited to meet you.”

You cover your face in embarrassment because you know that both Seonghwa and Hongjoong have talked about you, “All good things right?” Yeosang laughs as he nods, “Yeah- I mean… I don’t want to be weird or anything but yeah, I know who y’all are and this is really exciting. Not to be weird.”

Yeosang smiles brightly as he nods, “No it’s okay! It’s nice. Usually not too many people make a big deal over us.”

You pout, “No! Really?! You’re so cool and like hot so-” You gestured to the both of Yeosang and Yunho.

Yunho turned around just in time as he handed you your drink, “If we’re hot, what are you?” Your face gets hot as a smile slowly makes its way on your face, “That dress is something else.” Yunho winks at you with a pretty smile before he taps Yeosang and points to Seonghwa.

Seonghwa had remained quiet the entire time and you had forgotten he was beside you, “I guess Seonghwa thinks so too.”

As you’re taking a drink, you turn to look at Seonghwa and you can’t help but laugh loudly as you turn to look back at Yunho and Yeosang. Seonghwa had been leaning on the bar with his eyes glued to you, “He said it was cute.”

The two boys burst out laughing and Yeosang slaps Seonghwa on the arm, “Maybe be a little bit less obvious about your eye-fucking.”

Seonghwa broke his gaze and looked at Yeosang, “What?”

You tried to stop yourself from laughing by downing the rest of your drink before ordering another. You let the three boys talk for a minute as you sipped on your second drink already before your head snapped up. You totally left Jongho and Wooyoung alone back there and Mingi is probably blowing Hongjoong’s back out somewhere.

It had only been about 5 minutes so you’re sure they’re not too far away from where they originally were. You look around for a minute trying to see if you can find them and you see the two of them making their way to the bar. You wave your hand in their direction as they walk towards you, “You came to get drunk without me?! I cannot believe you-”

You laugh and jokingly hit Wooyoung, “This is only my second drink.”

Wooyoung takes the drink from you to give it a taste, “This has like no alcohol in it- what’re you doing?”

The 4 others are laughing at the interaction between you and Wooyoung, “Wooyoung! I’m not trying to get drunk right away- we just got here!”

Wooyoung shakes his head distastefully and orders 6 shots, one for each of you, “Looks like the party is here.” Yunho smiled at Wooyoung’s enthusiasm as he patted his back. The bartender handed each of you the shots and Yunho counts down for y’all to down them at once.

You wink to Jongho, knowing that you two have the highest tolerance out of your group and actively compete to see who could drink the most. The 6 of you simultaneously downed the shots as Yunho got to 1. The liquid burned the back of the throat as you smiled. Now that you have some proper alcohol in your system, you’re going to keep going.

Wooyoung laughs as he leans next to Seonghwa, “If you want her, you're gonna have to get her to stop.”

Seonghwa, Yunho, and Yeosang looked at the two curiously as there were 6 shots in front of you and Jongho, “They’re not gonna drink all of those are they?”

Wooyoung stands back and nods proudly, “Yep. They have a thing going. She’ll be fine.”

Yeosang’s mouth drops open, “She’ll be fine?! She won’t get like- oh my god” All three of their mouths simultaneously dropped as you consecutively downed all 3 shots before you flipped Jongho off, “Is she not going to get like… I don’t know? Shitfaced?”

Wooyoung shook his head, “Just don’t let her get past 6. That’s when she starts to get drunk. She’ll just be tipsy for now.”

“Okay- Okay Jongho. I told you I’m not getting drunk within the first hour!” You stopped Jongho from ordering any more drinks with a smack to his arm.

You turn back to the rest of the guys with a lopsided smile and they look at you with wide eyes. Seonghwa takes hold of your arm and pulls you next to him.

You were still a little bit tense, but you shouldn’t think about San right now. You looked at Wooyoung and he knew exactly what you were thinking about. He slowly shook his head and you turn to look at Seonghwa.

As you look up, he’s already looking down at you. The two of you maintain eye contact and your heart speeds up as he smiles at you. You look away with hot cheeks as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and leans in to whisper to you, “Do you know where Hongjoong is?”

You laugh softly, “He went with Mingi.” You wink at Seonghwa and his eyes widen as he nods.

“Hey, Seonghwa!” Both you and Seonghwa turn around as a voice calls out. Your eyes wide when you see Chan and Jisung standing there. They typically work with Hongjoong so you weren’t expecting them to be here.

Seonghwa moved to greet them before you waved at them. They smiled at you before they made their way to the bar to get a drink and greet the rest of the boys.

Some hours passed by and the lot of you made way to sit down where most people had more or less stayed away from.

Stories were being told and the room was filled with laughter. There were cups around with who knows what in it along with a couple of bottles whatever alcohol Wooyoung was able to grab as y’all came in here. You haven’t drunk anything else and only watched as everyone else did.

A loud laugh comes into the room making everyone turn their head to the noise and you laugh loudly as Hongjoong and Mingi walk in, “Have fun?”

“Shut up.” Mingi laughs and slaps you on the arm. Hongjoong sits down next to you and you elbow him in amusement. Mingi stands there for a minute until you finally realize there’s nowhere for him to sit.

“Oh- here go ahead and sit here.” You stand up and Hongjoong and Seonghwa scoot over so Mingi could take your place.

“Where’re you gonna sit then?”

“Your lap is free right?” You pat Mingi’s thigh before you attempt to sit there.

As you’re about to sit down, Seonghwa pulls you towards him, “Mine is free too.”

You grab one of the bottles on the table before you wrap your arm around him. His arm wraps around your waist and his hand rests on your inner thigh. Wooyoung is highly amused as he drinks straight from the bottle of vodka, “Getting bold these days, huh Seonghwa?” Wooyoung was obviously drunk… so much for being the designated driver.

“You know one time we were at this club and Y/n and Jongho were doing their thing and then like 7 shots later there were like four people doing body shots off of her.” Your eyes widened and you kicked Wooyoung for randomly telling that story.

“Wooyoung! Why would you tell them that?!” You laughed in disbelief before you took a swig out of the bottle you were holding. Seonghwa tries to take it from you but you stop him with a smirk, “Want some?”

When he nodded, you straddled him and took another drink. You held his face in your hand and connected your lips with his. His hands went to grip onto your waist tightly as the liquid was transferred.

There was loud hollering and screaming as the two of you kissed. You held back a smile as Seonghwa sucked lightly on your tongue. Seonghwa’s hands slid down from your waist to grip onto your ass.

“Y/n- Why are y’all making out in front of everyone?!” Mingi was laughing so hard and hitting your side causing you to pull away and start laughing with him.

Everyone is both shocked and amused including Seonghwa. His eyes are dark and his mouth is parted slightly as he watches you laugh with a bright smile.

Yeosang’s mouth was wide as he looked at Seonghwa in complete disbelief, “Since when were you two that close?!”

You shrugged as you giggled, “He’s seen my Twitter.” You knew that Seonghwa knew you weren’t drunk so there was really no excuse for kissing him but it didn’t seem like he minded. Because honestly, the way Seonghwa was looking at you the entire time you’ve been here only gave you confidence.

Yunho, who was also pretty drunk, cried out, “Hey, one person here has already gotten their dick wet. Why not make it two?”

“Yunho shut up or get out “ everyone burst out in laughter as Seonghwa got flustered.

You bit your lip as you leaned in to whisper to Seonghwa, “Or we can get out of here?” Seonghwa’s grip tightened on your thigh as he nodded.

Suddenly Wooyoung’s phone rings and he looks at you, “It’s San.” He lets out a huff before he answers it, “Hey San!”

You roll your eyes as Wooyoung talks to San on the phone, “She’s right here… why?” He looks up at you, “Why aren’t you answering your phone?”

You make a face as you shrug, “It’s on silent and I’m trying to have fun here.” Wooyoung opens his mouth and you immediately stop him, “And no I don’t want to talk to him.”

Wooyoung laughs, “San you’re ruining everyone’s mood! I’m gonna- what do you mean you’re on your way?! It’s too late- What happened to not wanting to come?” Suddenly Wooyoung’s face turned serious.

You turned to Seonghwa and tilted your head before you stood up, “We’ll be back.” The boys look at you with wide eyes and San on the phone doesn’t stop him from winking at you as he gives you a thumbs up.

“We’ll be outside. Then maybe somewhere else… I dunno.” Seonghwa announces to whoever is curious before the two of you leave.

Seonghwa leads you outside and lets out a sigh of relief when there’s no one else there. You make your way a little bit further into the backyard before Seonghwa pulls you against him as he leans on the side of the house, “Fuck- are you okay?”

You look at Seonghwa with a puzzled look, “Yeah..?”

“No it’s just that from all the other times we’ve talked, you’re not as… bold. You’re not drunk, right? Because I don‘t-“ you cut Seonghwa off.

“No. I’m not. I’m okay. Just gotta shoot my shot eventually, right?” You tilt your head at Seonghwa and look at him with the most innocent look you could muster.

“Who’s San? Or whoever your friend was talking to?” Seonghwa held onto your hand as he slowly pulled you closer to him.

You shake your head, “Don’t worry about it.” Your arm snaked its way around Seonghwa and let your chest press against him.

Seonghwa took your face in his hand and his gaze fell to your lips, “You’re so pretty.” and with that, Seonghwa connected his lips to yours. Your entire body felt like it was on fire and you held onto him tightly to ground yourself.

Seonghwa’s free hand slid down your back and gripped onto your ass. Your dress was riding up and Seonghwa definitely noticed. His hand trailed the bottom of your dress before you pulled away, “S-Someone is gonna see.”

“It’s okay, no one’s out here.” Seonghwa kissed you once more in reassurance as he let his hand trail underneath your dress. You squeezed your eyes shut and shoved your face in Seonghwa’s side. He trailed his fingers along with the lace of your panties before his finger dragged along your slit.

You let out a soft moan before you pulled Seonghwa’s hand away. He looked at you with a concerned expression, worried he did something wrong, but then he felt you undoing his belt. You looked incredibly focused as you undid his belt and the button to his pants. You looked up at him with expecting eyes.

As soon as Seonghwa nodded you dropped to your knees. You swiftly pull down his pants and boxers to reveal his cock. You inhale sharply and carefully take his cock in your hand. You shakily start to jerk him off and he laughs softly, “Are you nervous?”

You look at him with the same expression as you nod, “Just a little bit.”

He looks at you with soft eyes as he wraps his hand around yours and guides you to jerk him off. You let Seonghwa guide you until you can regain some confidence. Seonghwa’s hand starts to move faster after some time and your eyes are glued to his cock as it leaks precum.

You swallow harshly and you shake Seonghwa’s hand off of yours as you swiftly take his cock in your mouth. Seonghwa is surprised by your sudden movement and he jerks harshly in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat.

Seonghwa lets out a deep groan and you hold back a smile as you take all of Seonghwa’s cock. You focused on your breathing as you swallowed around his cock, “Oh my god- fuck-” You felt your confidence growing from Seonghwa’s reactions. You pulled his cock out of your mouth with a loud pop.

“It’s been a long time since you’ve gotten something good, huh?” Your teasing tone made Seonghwa’s mouth drop open in amusement.

“Well- I can’t really-” you laugh as you cut him off.

“So… yeah? It’s been a while.” The way you were looking at him made Seonghwa feel about 20 different emotions at once.

“Shut up-” Seonghwa pushed his cock back in between your lips with a groan.

The two of you were so caught up in each other, neither of you heard the door open.

San had found Wooyoung at the bar and basically demanded him to take him where you were. Wooyoung objected because he knew exactly what the two of you were doing out there, but San continued to insist.

Wooyoung led San to the back doors and let him open them for himself, “San I’m being serious. Don’t go out there.” Wooyoung had managed to sober up in the span of 10 minutes and was dead serious. Even through all the stress, San had put everyone through, he doesn’t want him to get hurt because he’s being nosy.

Despite Wooyoung’s warnings, San opens the door and makes his way outside. Wooyoung followed behind him and felt relief when he didn’t see either of y’all, but then he heard a laugh followed by a deep groan.

Wooyoung tensed as he turned to the side and saw you on your knees in front of Seonghwa. You couldn’t really see, but anyone who wasn’t completely oblivious could tell what was happening.

San had taken a few more towards you and Wooyoung gripped onto his arm and pulled him back to the door, “San, no. What did I fucking tell you?” San shook his head like he was in disbelief and made another attempt to go back outside.

“No Wooyoung- But she- she- But we-” San refused to believe what he saw. Maybe his eyes were just playing tricks on him. Maybe Wooyoung was mistaken and that was someone else. It had to be.

“San, come on. Leave them.” Wooyoung pat San’s arm and tilted his head, signaling for him to follow him.

You pull away from Seonghwa with furrowed eyebrows as you look towards the door, “Did you hear that?”

Seonghwa groans in annoyance, “No. No one’s there, it’s okay.” Seonghwa lets his fingers get tangled in your hair and slips his cock back in your mouth. You jerk off Seonghwa with one hand while you suck lightly on his tip. Your tongue swirls around his cock and your lips look so pretty wrapped around him.

Seonghwa’s stomach tightens and his grip on your hair is tight as his hips start to buck slightly, “You’re doing so good. You’re sucking my cock so well.” You smile as Seonghwa pets your head as he praises you.

Seonghwa’s words only encourage you as you lick your way up his cock before fully taking him. Your hand moved to gently roll and massage his balls as you looked up at him seductively. Your eyes are watering as his cock continuously hits the back of your throat and one of Seonghwa’s hands carefully takes your face in his hand, “Gonna cum.”

You nod as best as you can and as you look up at Seonghwa you could cum untouched. His face was flushed and sweat was dripping down to his neck and his head was thrown back with the prettiest face of pleasure. It was pathetic but the way Seonghwa looked caused a loud moan to rip from your throat.

The combination of your mouth and the vibrations were getting too much for Seonghwa to hold back. He gripped on your hair and pulled you down his cock as he came. Your hands went to grip onto Seonghwa’s thighs tightly as his cum shoots down your throat, “Fuck, Y/n- fucking take it. Take my cum.” You slowly pull away until only the tip is in your mouth and his cum drips down your chin as he pulls out.

Your eyes are glued on Seonghwa’s cock, “Do I turn you on that much? You’re still hard.” You say matter-of-factly as you smirk at Seonghwa. Your finger gently trails up and around the head of his cock causing him to let out a loud moan before he grips onto your wrist.

Seonghwa shoves himself back into his pants and pulls you up, “Come on.” Seonghwa guides you back inside and upstairs before he goes into the last room in the hallway.

Seonghwa swiftly lifts you and places you on the bed, “God- this fucking dress.” Seonghwa’s hands trail down your body, feeling every one of your curves.

“Cute isn’t it.” your teasing tone is only riling Seonghwa up further.

“It’s anything but cute-” Seonghwa gripped onto your thighs and spread your legs, “And by the time we’re done, that smart mouth of yours is gonna be gone.”

“Is it? I mean, you said yourself, you haven’t been with someone this good in a while. Sure you’ll be able to last.” You were pushing Seonghwa. You wanted to see how long it would take until he snapped.

“Will you? You sound very sure of yourself.” As Seonghwa spoke his fingers hooked around the waistband of your panties before he slowly slid them down your legs.

“I can take whatever you give me.” You pulled Seonghwa closer to you as your voice lowered, “I’ll be a good girl for you.”

Seonghwa inhaled sharply before his fingers made contact with your soaked pussy. You immediately let out a loud whine and attempt to close your legs. Seonghwa scoffs and pulls your legs apart, “Aw, is it already too much for you?”

You shook your head and your hips bucked as his fingers began to circle your clit lightly, “No! No- please don’t stop.” Your entire body was hot and you couldn’t wrap your head around the situation you were in right now.

You had just sucked Park Seonghwa off and now he’s in between your legs. His touch felt 10x more intense than anyone else’s and you could already feel yourself becoming addicted to it.

His middle finger teases your leaking hole as he collects your cum and spreads it and before you can open your mouth to complain, his finger easily slips inside of you.

Seonghwa takes a fee experimental thrust before he slips his ring finger in, “God, you’re so fucking wet. You hear that?” He bit his lip in amusement as he thrust his fingers revealing the squelching noise coming from your soaked pussy.

Your legs were spread and you ground your hips against Seonghwa’s fingers with pretty moans falling from your lips. Your eyes are shut as you‘re only focusing on the feeling of Seonghwa. You’re so caught up in the feeling that you don’t even realize as Seonghwa’s head makes its way in between your legs.

Your legs immediately shut around his head and your eyes are wide as you cry out loudly. Your hand reaches in between your legs to grip onto Seonghwa’s hair, “S-Seonghwa! Ohmygod fuck! Please!”

Seonghwa’s tongue swirls around your clit as his fingers continue to pump inside of you. Your hips were bucking and grinding on Seonghwa’s mouth and his arm wraps around your hips to hold you down, “Stop fucking moving.”

You cried out loudly and your legs tightened around his head, “Se-Seonghwa! Seonghwa fuck! Pleasepleaseplease! G-Gonna cum!”

Seonghwa’s looking at you between your legs with sparkling eyes and your entire body tenses. Your legs start to shake and the moans you’re letting out are borderline pornographic as you cry out Seonghwa’s name.

Your eyes are watery as Seonghwa’s touch gets overwhelming. Your mouth drops open and your eyes squeeze shut as you cum. Seonghwa’s name is the only thing that falls from your lips like it’s the only word you know, “S-So good! Feels good!”

Seonghwa smirked against you as he licked up every drop of your cum. He lifted your hips slightly and slipped his fingers out of you. Your back arched and you pulled on his hair tightly as his tongue fucked into you, “Ah- Fuck Seonghwa! Please! Please Seonghwa!”

“Aw, what’s wrong? What do you need?” Seonghwa pulled away and looked at you with his lips and chin slick with your cum.

“I- I need you to fuck me! Please- please fuck me!” You needed Seonghwa more than anything. He was the only thing on your mind.

Seonghwa smirked at you with dark eyes as he lifted you. He messed with your zipper before he pulled it off of you, “Hey- D-Don’t rip it!”

“Fuck- I’ll buy you 10 more if you want. I’ll give you anything you want.” Seonghwa slipped the dress off of you and threw it to the side before he dipped down to kiss up to your stomach, chest, and neck until he got to your lips.

You pull him close by his belt loops and he attaches his lips to yours. You let out a soft moan as his tongue slipped in your mouth. You let out a soft moan as you taste yourself on his tongue. Your hands slipped down and pulled his pants off before you gripped onto his cock. His hand reached down to spread your legs as you guide his cock in between your legs.

You pulled away and your forehead was pressed against his, “I’ll fuck you now. I’ll fuck you good.” Seonghwa grabbed his cock from you and gently aligned it to your hole. With his free hand, Seonghwa held onto your waist as he slowly pushed himself into you.

Your mouth dropped open and you went to grip onto his biceps tightly as he bottomed out inside of you. Seonghwa was bigger than San. Seonghwa reached deep inside of you and stretched you out deliciously. Your mouth opened and closed as you wanted to tease him and push him further but only moans and whines were coming out, “Aw baby what’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

“No I- ah!” As you spoke Seonghwa started to thrust into you.

“Huh? What was that? Didn’t quite hear you. Did you say to fuck you harder?” Seonghwa let one hand down to rub at your clit while the other went to cup your boobs and play with your nipples.

You spread your legs further and wrapped them around his waist. You only then noticed you were fully naked whereas Seonghwa still had his button-up on. Your hands shakily move to undo the buttons as you moan and cry out loudly, “I- you- you have- take it off.”

Seonghwa looks down at you with amusement before stopping his thrusts to undo his buttons, “Wait no! D-Don’t stop!” You pathetically grind yourself down on his cock as he takes off his shirt. Your hands immediately go to his stomach and rub along his abs.

Seonghwa laughs teasingly, “You’re already so desperate. Are you sure you’re gonna be able to keep up with me? Because I don’t think so.”

You nod as Seonghwa’s thrusts increase in speed, “Uh uh. You can f-fuck me however long you want. I’ll take all your cum.” Your words make Seonghwa’s thrusts falter and his head fall back as he groans, “You like that, don’t you?”

Seonghwa’s thrusts were hard, hitting that special spot inside of you with every thrust. He increased the pressure on your clit and your legs were wrapped around Seonghwa tightly. He liked that, “S-So- So why don’t you fuck me all night? Hmm? Fill me with your cum. G-Give me so much that there’s no way I won’t get pregnant.”

Seonghwa’s eyes shut and sweat is dripping down the side of his face and neck. He grips onto one of your legs and presses it against your chest, thrusting his cock further into you, “R-Right there! Therethere! Your cock- ah! It’s so big! You- You’re fucking me so good! Please! It’s s-so good!”

You’re throbbing around Seonghwa’s cock and deep grunts and moans were so pretty and his voice rang in your ears. You were close. So close. Seonghwa’s touch made your entire body tingle and you pulled Seonghwa against you and pressed your lips against his.

You couldn’t even give Seonghwa a warning as you suddenly came. Seonghwa’s lips muffled your moans and whines before he pulled away, “Cumming.” You couldn’t even take a second to breathe when Seonghwa came.

As soon as you feel his cum shoot inside of you, you could’ve cum again. You hold Seonghwa against you tightly and his thrusts turn into slow grinding as he releases all of his cum. Seonghwa whispers something to you but your head is spinning and your ears are ringing.

Seonghwa attempts to pull out and you hold onto him tightly with wide eyes, “WaitWaitWait! No! I-”

Seonghwa is amused at how desperate you are, “S’Alright. We’re not done.” He pulled out of you and you desperately clench around nothing in an attempt to keep his cum inside of you. Seonghwa flips you on your stomach and grips onto your hips as he slams back into you.

“Ah fuck! Seonghwa! W-wait- too m-much! It- fuck please!” You try to pull away from the overstimulation but Seonghwa holds onto your hands and uses them as leverage for his thrusts.

Tears are falling staining your cheeks with mascara, “Is it too much? Is my big cock too much for you? Thought you could go all night?”

You find the energy to laugh at Seonghwa, “D-Don’t flatter yourself. I-I’m fine. Oh god!” Seonghwa pulled out completely before slamming back into you before repeating it a couple more times, “Seonghwa! Don’t let it- Don’t let it come out!”

“Don’t let what come out?” Seonghwa attempts to pull out of you once again but you clench around him restricting him further causing a loud groan to be ripped from his throat.

You let out a choked sob as he let go of you and your arms gave out making your face get shoved into the pillow. Your voice was muffled but you still managed to cry out, “Y-Your cum! Don’t- Don’t let it out!”

“You’re such a pretty little cum slut.” Your moans and cries are muffled as you just take what Seonghwa gives you, “Only for me now. Look at yourself. Look how pathetic you look.” And you do. You look pathetic. Your ass is in the air as Seonghwa pounds into you. Your mascara and lipstick are completely smudged. Your face is buried in the pillow.

Seonghwa pulls you back up and your moaning incoherent pleads and mumbling things he couldn’t understand, “Yeah, I’m ruining this for you, aren’t I? I’m turning you into my cum slut.”

Your eyes were rolling back and your mouth was open in a silent moan as you came again. Seonghwa slipped his middle and ring finger into your mouth and you immediately began sucking on them. You were desperately pushing your ass back to meet Seonghwa’s thrusts, “Turning you into my dumb little slut.”

Seonghwa pressed down on your tongue, refraining you from responding, not that you could either way. You had completely gone limp and it was only Seonghwa keeping you upright. Your entire body was hot and shaking and if your mind wasn’t completely clouded with Seonghwa, you would be embarrassed about the spit that was dripping down Seonghwa’s fingers and hand, “Aw, poor girl. I fucked you stupid, didn’t I? My stupid girl.”

You’re uncontrollably throbbing around Seonghwa’s cock and his stomach and balls were tightened before he came. As he came, he pulled you flush against his chest and held onto you tightly. He shoved his head in your neck and you listened to his moans with a small smile. You had made Seonghwa feel good. That was the only thing you wanted.

At this point, the mixture of all of yours and Seonghwa’s cum was completely overflowing and dripping down your thighs making you whine quietly, “Hwa- It’s dripping out!”

“Gonna have to pull out baby.” You make a sound of protest but don’t stop Seonghwa from pulling out. You cringe as all the cum starts dripping out of you, staining your thighs and the bedsheet.

Seonghwa lays you down and you lay completely limp with your eyes shut, “Are you okay?” You hum softly as you nod, “Here, open your mouth.”

Before you follow Seonghwa’s instructions you open your eyes in amazement, “How are you still hard?!”

“I told you you wouldn’t be able to keep up with me.” You scoff but you open your mouth for Seonghwa regardless, “But you were right. I can’t remember the last time I… you know. Much less with someone this good.”

Seonghwa slips his cock past your lips and you let out a soft moan as you taste the mixture of cum on his cock, “Just clean it off and I’m done.” You nod mindlessly as your tongue swirls around him, making sure to get all the cum off.

Seonghwa reaches down to push your hair off of your face and he looks at you with flushed cheeks and a soft smile, “You did well, baby. Let me go get something to clean you with.”

Seonghwa slips himself out of your mouth and attempts to move off the bed but you grab onto his wrist with glossy eyes, “Don’t go.”

Seonghwa smiles and kisses you on the forehead, “I’ll be right back, promise.”

You force your eyes open as you watch Seonghwa make his way around the room into the conjoined bathroom to get a wet cloth to clean you off with. Seonghwa first holds your face gently as he carefully wipes your cheeks and eyes from your smudged makeup before going in between your legs and cleaning your cum covered thighs and pussy. You see Seonghwa looking at the bedsheet and you shake your head and pull him on the bed next to you.

He wraps his arms around you with a smile as he pulls you on top of him. Nothing is said as he runs his hands through your hair and rubbing your back in a comforting manner. You rest your head in his neck before you give it a few kisses as you giggle.

“Y/n?” Seonghwa’s voice is soft as he calls you. You hum softly for him to continue, “Do you maybe wanna hang out sometime?”

You smile against his neck before you speak up teasingly, “Are we not hanging out right now?”

“You know what I mean. Like by ourselves. We can maybe get some dinner?” Seonghwa looks around the room awkwardly.

“Like a date? Sure. I’ll go on a date with you.” You tilt Seonghwa’s head towards you before you give him a soft kiss.

It’s quiet for a few moments before Seonghwa laughs, “Guess all the times you called me baby daddy means something now.”

You snort and hit his chest softly, “That wasn’t funny.”

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a/n: had this in the drafts since tfatws finished streaming and I forgot to post it but here haha

18+

Warnings: Weed, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex

Smoke sesh with Marvel characters 🍃

this one is for all my stoner marvel fans💕 just my thoughts on what it would be like to smoke with some of our favs✨

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Steve

Well considering Steve is a super soldier, he can’t get drunk or high..........BUT for the sake of this let’s just pretend he can ;)

It would probably take loads of convincing for him to even try the stuff

If he decides to try it, he’s only taking one hit.

High Steve is definitely just super chill, and really cuddly, he’s gonna grab you and just hold you for the rest of the night.

When it comes time for munchies he will literally eat anything, but his favorite snack when the munchies hit is Mozzarella sticks.

He’ll start talking about how things were back in the 40’s, including how crazy the youth is today with this stuff you’ve just given him.

Tony

We all know that Tony is KNOWN for being a party animal, so he’s definitely down for a lil sesh with the avengers

Tony definitely likes to drink more then he would smoking, but he’ll still smoke.

Probably owns a dab pen with indica for for his anxiety

Prefers indica but will settle for a hybrid (sativa and indica)

Gets really giggly and even more sarcastic when he’s high

Will not move from his current place of rest, someone will have to bring him food when the munchies come or he will complain the entire time

Favorite munchies food is potato chips

High tony will definitely accidentally start spilling your secrets in front of people, you might have to physically shut him up somehow

Thor

Will give you a funny look when you hand him a joint or a pen or whatever it is that your using.

He’ll understand that you smoke it, but he’ll think it’s just tobacco or something

Before you can tell him what it actually is he’s already taken a couple of big hits

Once you tell him what it is that he’s smoking and what it does, the only response you’ll get is “this tastes funny and it will have no effect on me because I am mighty”

Fast forward to ten minutes later of Thor being loud and laughing at everything and just being an absolute goofball

Will eat and drink everything in sight once the munchies hit for him

“Where can I get more of this midgaurdian herb!??!!?!!” He’ll yell from the couch

Like Steve, he’ll get grabby and just wanna hold you the entire time. If you’re standing he’s gonna stand behind you with his arms wrapped around you and his chin resting on ur head. If you’re sitting he’s putting his arm around you and pulling you close.

Definitely ends with him passed out on the floor

Natasha

When she sees everyone playing “puff puff pass”, she’ll roll her eyes.

“What are you guys in high school or something?”

She will insist that she wants nothing to do with it, but after tony makes some remark about it, she decides to prove him wrong.

After a hit or two, Nat becomes more comfortable, she becomes less uptight.

Likes to shoot out more sarcastic one liners then usual

Becomes very flirty ;)

She gets smiley but in a tired way

In fact, She doesn’t stay awake very long after she’s had a hit or two in her system, she gets too tired and calls it a night

By “calls it a night” I mean she basically droops onto you and refuses to move, you’ll have to move her if you want to.

Doesn’t get the munchies because she’s asleep before she can

Clint

Clint will take a hit or two, just because why not? He could use the relaxation

He’s super chill when he’s high, he keeps to himself

He’s quiet when he’s high, but that’s just because he’s vibing, he’s taking in the music or just simply listening to the nearest conversation.

Wears sunglasses the whole time because he doesn’t want anyone to see his red eyes

He doesn’t really get munchies, he just chills the entire time

You can’t tell if he’s asleep or if he’s just vibing

Will only give one word answers if you ask him something

Not the most fun to smoke with but he’s just chilling and minding his own business so he’s welcome.

Loki

Will look at you with irritable confusion when you offer him a hit

When you tell him what it is and what it will do to him he’ll simply ask, “why would I want to do that?”

He won’t do it in front of anyone, that would mean letting his guard down and becoming vulnerable

He will definitely try it later in private though

When he’s high, he’ll want you to join him

He’s still basically loki when he’s high, he’s just more relaxed

“This is quite nice I must say.”

There will definitely be a conversation about how he can’t believe this is what mortals do for fun

He’ll become a little more open with you because he’s more relaxed

He’ll become confused when the munchies hit, but after you tell him it’s normal he’ll go with it

His favorite munchie food is definitely popcorn

I’m gonna flat out say it, high loki has a higher sex drive

Gets lost in the moment type of guy

In his opinion, the weed helps him block out everything else except for you, and that’s why he likes it

His mischief meter also skyrockets, you thought normal loki was good at pulling tricks? Just wait till you see how creative high loki can get

Bucky

Bucky is gonna look at you like your crazy

Then he’ll remember that he is also crazy, and figures the weed might help ease his mind a little.

Bucky becomes more relaxed when he’s high, his guard has dropped a little, but he’s still aware of his surroundings.

He’s funnier when he’s high 

Smiles more which makes you smile because you think he doesn’t smile enough

He still does the staring thing when he’s high, but it’s not as intimidating now, there’s a softer look in his eyes and a small smile on his face

Will open up a little more about his feelings towards you

After his first time trying weed, he’ll get some cbd gummies or something on a regular basis to help relax him

When the munchies hit for him, he’ll eat anything, but his favorite munchie food is anything Italian.

He just wants to cuddle man

Wanda

Wanda is surprisingly chill

She’s more open, more humorous, and even nicer.

her magic can resemble her current state of mind if she wants it to

So when she’s high, her magic becomes really pretty and elegant, like it’s in slow motion

In fact, she glows a little when she’s high

She’ll make her magic do pretty things for your entertainment

Due to her magic though, I feel that her high wouldn’t last very long

For her, smoking is just a quick little get away from her mind, something that just takes the edge off a little

Doesn’t get munchies

Prefers indica

Peter (quill)

He’s never had earth weed, but he’s definitely smoked and drank all kinds of substances through out the galaxy

Definitely likes sativa

He’s down for whatever, he likes to try new things

He’ll complain about the taste, but then love the way he’s feeling in 10 minutes

He becomes very stupid when he’s high

He’ll turn his favorite music on full volume and just start doing things, he won’t be able to sit still.

He’ll try to do things to keep himself entertained, but he’ll be bad at doing them because he’s high

When later or the next day comes when he’s sober, he’ll look at the evidence of him trying to do whatever it was he was trying to do and be totally confused, but not surprised

When the munchies hit, he’ll eat anything he can find on the ship that’s edible

It will end with him passed out in some weird spot on the ship or wherever he’s at

He once got high and woke up cuddling with Drax-

Gamora

Will not smoke

The designated driver

The “chaperone” of the night

Sam Wilson

When you offer him a hit, he’ll be unsure and say something like “man I haven’t done something this stupid since high school, I don’t know”

But he says “screw it” to himself and takes a couple of hits

Becomes really smiley when he’s high, like the dude won’t stop smiling. It irritates Bucky.

Definitely will start singing out of nowhere, even if there’s no music playing

He’s also gonna tell crazy stories about his past, things from high school stories to military stories

He livens up the session for sure, after a few hits in, he makes it his goal for the night to make everyone happy and vibing along with him

When the munchies hit for sam, he goes straight for pizza. This man absolutely loooovesss pizza when he’s inebriated

Dr.Strange

Is obviously familiar with the substance

Definitely used to do it all the time in college (helped with the stress of med school)

Will question if it’s the best choice for everyone to be making right now

Most likely will not do it, it wouldn’t look good if the sorcerer supreme was getting high

You’ll ask him if he knows some kind of spell that can sober you up

He’ll tell you “yes” and proceed to hand you a water bottle and roll his eyes

He’ll do the portal thing above you and a bunch of your favorite snacks will land on your lap when the munchies come

He’ll take care of you once you pass out, carrying you to your bed or your couch or whatever and setting a glass of water near you before he leaves you alone

Scott Lang

Oh yeah, he’s definitely taking a couple hits

Prefers bongs

Prefers hybrid blends (sativa and indica)

This man knows his kush okay? Would not be surprised if he had a plug, or if he was the plug

Weed makes him more productive, he’ll start doing things and multi tasking, he’ll do anything from messing around in the suit to playing rock band

Chinese take out is this mans go to munchie food, nothing brings him greater joy then inhaling wonton soup or lo mein when he’s high

He’s bringing his friends too, there’s no arguing

Like Sam, he livens the session up

Somehow become bolder, dumber and flirty at the same time when he’s high

When he comes down though, he comes down hard, and sometimes literally.

He’ll pass out or fall asleep in the weirdest places, but he’ll be enjoying it and wake up feeling well rested somehow

Bonus cuz i think it’s funny ++

John walker

Will be all cocky about taking a hit, thinking it won’t affect him or that it’ll make him cooler or something dumb

Gets scared and paranoid

Starts literally tweaking and saying stuff like “they’re coming for me”

Freaks out because he can’t handle the kush in his system

Definitely locks himself in the bathroom and cries, calls Lamar to come pick him up

Ends up becoming a hazard for everyone, so Bucky has to knock him out cold

Will probably snitch on everyone for smoking just because he had a bad time with it and he’s just jealous that he can’t vibe correctly

[ayoalex]

I didn't expect for me to do a rant about bumbleby but I've been rewatching RWBY while me and my friend wait till February for the next chapter and holy shit, there's a lot to talk about.

Maybe it's because the first time I watched RWBY was all together without needing to wait like all the fandom but I'm pretty sure bumbleby was either a thought, a path they had as one option or being something it was going to happen no matter what since they started writing RWBY.

All the hints, subtext, etc were there, since the first moment Yang and Blake meet.

We all know RWBY doesn't have all the time neither the budget to make a 30min or 1h long for every chapter, so all the faces, the details, body movements are there for a reason and not to waste time and money.

Yang sees Blake and it's immediately interested, Ruby tells her she knows her and what Yang do? Uses Ruby as an excuse to go closer to Blake and talk to her + this will help Ruby to come out of her shell.

Now, before I continue I want to say that I personally head canon Yang as a lesbian because I relate to her as one but it's perfectly fine if y'all head canon her as bi or pan, what we all know it's that the girl is NOT straight.

Let's continue, Yang try to start a conversation and Blake was not vibing with it until Ruby started talking about books. It's quite a funny moment for me because Yang is so used to people wanted to be with her or wanted to flirt with her that she gets awkward and her confidence start going low the moment she is the one actively going for it and not the other way around.

Yang is quite an interesting character because at first it looks like she's a flirt and knows clubs and illegal stuffs, she's really cool, confident and really attractive. But then as the series progress we see how damage she is, such a low self-esteem she has in certain stuffs, how she's really smart, she doesn't actually flirt and when it's someone she likes she gets all awkward and stuff.

Then you have Blake, we see since the beginning the strong sense of justice she has, how passionate about it she is, she's lowkey most of the times, serious but then we see all her issues, her low self-esteem, how scared she is and how humorous she is as well, assertive and direct. If Yang is not there then the person making the jokes is Blake and I find that really cool.

I mention this because the Blake we see in Emerald Forest is assertive Blake.

Yang gets into the forest and start looking for Ruby while Blake seems to have been following her since they landed in there. She's in the shadows keeping an eye close to Yang, she sees her fighting the Ursas and took advantage of that to help her and appear in front of her. Purposely smirking while looking her directly at her eyes.

Now, why would Blake choose Yang? Why not Phyrra? Or Ruby? Well, because Blake is attracted to strength. It's the same thing that attracted her to Adam, she sees the similarities but there are so many differences as well.

As they continue their journey to find the relic Blake seems to enjoy Yang company, smiling and smirking at her. We basically see a different Blake than we saw when Ruby and Weiss were around, this is more direct, assertive and flirty.

At this point Blake is attracted to Yang, smiling at her jokes, smirking, going all sassy, the way she walks or behaves around Yang.

The best part? She loves it.

My favorite part of bumbleby between v1 and v3 is absolutely when Yang tells her "I love it when you are feisty" and Blake smirks and it's loving it.

Blake loves when Yang gives her attention. It always been there, I'm so sorry y'all can't see it.

But between v1 and v3, while she absolutely loves being around Yang, she's still feels the weight of her past, which makes her still closed and not as free as she would like.

Before I talk about v4 and 5 and the end of v3 I want to talk about Sun.

He's important for Blake's growth and I feel a lot of people don't like that but this is what the media does every single time with women, they present them in the narrative only to make the main dude to growth so, it's actually nice seeing it the other way around + Sun does get a bit of growth and he has some plot in the books I think (I still need to read those but I can't find them 😭).

Since the moment Sun sees Blake he's attracted to her, understandable, she's hot. He tries to catch her attention by helping her, etc.

Blake does not shares the same sentiment until like v3 or something, in some funny way Yang is the one that pushed her to Sun by making her go to the dance and spent time with Sun.

But Blake goes to the dance because of Yang and she specifically tells Sun, in a really smug way btw, how her first dance is reserved for someone else. In the dance she constantly smiles to Yang and then we see her having an amazing time with Sun and Neptune which helps her to relax and making new friends!

At this point Blake seems to be attracted to both Yang and Sun or at least she's a bit attracted to Sun in a sexual way and not romantic wise. Blake loves the attention them both give her, is not in bitchy or selfish way(?) It makes her confident and tbh that's such a human like reaction, knowing that really attractive and amazing people are attracted to you? Please, I would be worst than Blake.

Then we have the end of v3, where Adam appears and everything goes to shit.

It's interesting how they decided to animate and write Blake, Sun and Yang in the Fall of Beacon.

Blake is constantly worried about Yang, specially after what happened, Yang calls Blake and wants to be sure she and Ruby are ok.

Later Blake goes after a Grimm and Sun and Yang are finally in the last place Blake was before disappearing.

Instead of Sun going after Blake it was Yang, he just stays there, behind Weiss.

Is in this volume that we find out that Adam wasn't Blake mentor, they were together in a romantic sense (which is disgusting because it means Adam not only abused her but groomed her). Adam tells her he's going to destroy everything she loves and in that exact moment Yang comes into scene yelling for Blake and poor Blake is mortified and Adam sees this which for him means that the blonde girl is someone that Blake loves.

The freaking meaning of all this is AMAZING, the narrative presents Yang as someone that Blake loves.

When Yang lose her arm it's when Blake gets out of her black state to protect Yang, she could have died but she didn't cared because she needed Yang to be alive, that's her partner and someone who she has confused feelings about.

Because that's the thing, yes Blake knows she's attracted to her but what does that mean? Adam is still around and she knows Yang is vulnerable and can't take much emotional damage.

So Blake leave because at least without her around Yang can still be alive because Adam is looking for her not Yang.

Here's something important, bumbleby of v1 to v3 is something fun, is a teenager thing but then bumbleby of v4 till now is more important, is deeper and goes beyond a crush.

Sun stalks Blake which was pretty bad specially cuz Blake was paranoid about Adam which makes her react violently (she slaps him which is bad as well).

Blake character development in v4 and v5 is really important, not only Sun helps her a lot but spending time with her parents help her heal some stuffs.

But it's in v5 that everyone should have got the confirmation needed for black sun.

There's a moment when they are talking about Adam and Blake tells Sun that she's thankful that he helped her and that's what she wants to do, she wants to be that friend to help Illia, the same thing Sun did for her.

This implies so much and the most important one is that for Blake, Sun is a friend, a very dear one btw, and that she wants to be a friend to Illia as well, she wants to be that safety net that Sun and her parents were for her but with Illia. This is so powerful because Sun is more than ok with that, he only wanted to help Blake and if she ended up falling for him? Cool, and if not, cool as well.

Sun already knew this, since the beginning.

In the end of V3 he saw it and came to terms with it.

You know who were looking out for Blake and Yang when Yang was unconscious and Blake was taking her hand while crying and apologizing? Ren and Nora, who were both tired. And in front of them was Sun, looking at them like "oh", like he understood that Blake eyes we're always on Yang and not on him.

That's why in all the conversations of blacksun in v4 and v5 Sun always brings up Yang and how she may feel because he knows that's the person for Blake, not him.

Because if not, tell me why no romantic business happened? It was perfect to expand their relationship! But they didn't.

Later he was the one pushing Blake to go with her team, he knows, Sun knows how important is for Blake to be with her team and to be with Yang. At the end of the day, the person Blake felt safe with after Adam was Yang.

Now, v6.

Listen, Ruby and Weiss don't get why Yang can't seem to forgive Blake but... Blake does, back in Beacon Yang had an heart to heart with her about her family, Blake knew about what leaving would be for Yang and that's why she so angst about Yang in v4 and v5.

So she tries her hardest, and while I agree that there's some parts that should be written better and they need to TALK about it... V6 was good for them.

The Apathy mini arc was amazing but it was the end of V6 that settle bumbleby to be canon.

Blake finally understanding that they need to be equals in their relationship, them both going against Adam, Adam rage to see how much they love and respect each other, the final blow, Blake break down...

But the most important of all was the beginning of the second part of Blake and Adam fight, because Yang listen everything that Adam said to Blake and it clicked for her.

Blake didn't left because she wanted, she left because she loves them. And the moment Yang hug her, comfort her and reassure her they are fine it's the moment she forgives Blake and a new stage in their relationship starts which lead us to v7.

V7 bumbleby is v1/v3 bumbleby but mature. They talk more (as we see with the scene about Robyn), they want to be more close and close to each other, etc.

Assertive Blake is back! She keeps flirting with Yang, keeps making Yang to compliment her, to pay attention to her, she giggles at Yang's jokes, she goes to a club!! Blake doesn't usually goes to clubs!

In V2 we see Blake can dance but in V7 she doesn't seem to find the rhythm... Ohhh the classic "please help" You give to your crush to make them get closer to you so you can flirt with them and maybe make a move. And Yang? She goes with the flow, because is what Blake wants and Yang wants Blake to lead because Adam is still fresh.

That's why she gets worried about what Blake thinks of her in V8, what they have is new, they are aware of the attraction and the feelings but haven't done anything about it.

I love making it seem they are clueless but they aren't, they are smart and observant young women, Blake knows Yang find her attractive, she encourages Yang to watch her, to flirt, to get closer.

There's a scene in V7 when Yang is watching Blake through the mirror and Blake purposely gets flirty when putting her make up on.

They know they are dancing around each other.

It's so great seeing an wlw couple being like this, I love it. Bumbleby is a slow burn and it's a really cute and adorable one, it's a shame people hate it or claim is queerbaiting.

Yeah, maybe there's some stuffs that could be written better but overall? Bumbleby has been here since the beginning and the development is beautiful to see.

Highly recommend to rewatch RWBY with all this subtext in mind so you will find Bumbleby since day one lol.

Btw, ship whatever you want guys, blacksun is a cute ship, just stop being dicks to the VAs and the writers of the show for something that's your fault, like... Literally, your fault, all the signs were there.

And sorry for making this so long and all over the place, I hope you enjoy this rant tho lol

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Short Story: Gershom, part two of two

The conclusion of Gershom, a memorable day in the life of the most famous anti-hero in Barbados, one Winston Hall. Enjoy.

 Gershom part two (the night-duppies)

 by Christopher White

Robert mekking good stew now. He should be cutting them carrots in the pot now. Sometimes I want to go by a rum shop and just talk. Don't know wha I would talk to dem about. Maybe cricket. Maybe pussy. Maybe I'll tell them that when it all comes down to it pussy doesn't matter. I'll wait until the sun goes down a little more till I set out for Robert. Wait until the sky turns that fuck up looking orange. Until it looks lazy. Until the birds get dark against it.

 The invincibility or the infallible impression that people may or may not have had of the Prime Minister was of little thought to Winston. It was of little thought to Miriam as well. This was not a result of docility, but, perhaps cynicism. They both thought that businessmen ruled the country and the people in parliament were figure-heads. Such thoughts are ultimately too pat and are only useful in stopping you from going mad because the reality is that you have no idea how the country works, or, more horrifyingly, you have no idea how it should work. Miriam walked down the corridors of the hotel. The waves that dashed themselves against the outside mesmerised the tourists that were staying in the rooms far away from the things in their life, but to Miriam it was just noise on a radio: just something in the background, like when at the Holetown festival there is a man in the background playing conga drums, but you are too busy looking at the vendors and their twirlers and such, and not paying attention to the congas, but you know that it's still there. She thought about how her son would be when he grew up. He'd have strong legs from doing yardwork all the time. He would talk in a deep voice, no, a high pitched quick voice and talk about how fish prices went up and he can't stand it cuz he likes fish. Don't think about what you could have been Winston. Don't think about what you could have been. Don't think about what you could have been. Don't think about what you could have been. Stop thinking about what you could have been. Stop thinking about all of that. If you think about that one more time. Stop thinking about it, you went to rob a cunthole man with some johnnies that was older than you. Anyone would have looked up to them, or thought they knew what they were doing. Don't think about what could have been. It doesn't help. It never helps. You'll just keep pulling at it like when you took mummy's spool of thread and kept pulling it and pulling it until there was thin pink all over the bedroom and mummy beat you, like she should have. Do not think about what could have been. Just piss over there. Don't think about things while you are pissing. If you think about that mistake then you'll start thinking about the other mistakes. Then you'll start to cry again. You want to cry again like a buller? Then don't think about what could have been. Never do it. No one should do it.

The night was stark and everywhere, hiding the tufts of grass that came up everywhere in the village, and cooling the old roofs of the homes and dog houses. The night also turned things into other things by the theatre of its context. A cigarette lighter is paltry in the day-time, but during night, with all that black around, with all those things away from the eye, cigarette lighters become these magic, chain-less amulets, the clear plastic ones becoming savage, simple, flickering crystals of some sort. You hear more, and the hearing prompts your imagination. But ultimately, the night can only be arrogant, because it knows that regardless of all of our clawing advances in technology, of all of our theories for the explanation of things around us, no matter how much we know that eventually the sun will come around again, the night remains arrogant because it knows that you know that things will be hidden whether you like it or not, and who wouldn't be arrogant in that situation? Winston stomped his boots into the slope of the hill as he descended down to one of the paved roads in Suriname. He walked quickly and hid between houses when he saw someone on the road coming towards him. By the side of one house he looked into their window and saw the television, tall and looming. He forgot for a second that those things no longer had knobs to twist, or tabs to pull on. The show on was a garish display of Americana. The characters, a thin, lanky father and his precocious young daughter were talking. The father said "Well all I have to do is go to the video store and explain the whole mix-up to him. It should all straighten out." Then camera three showed the daughter taking a quick, meaningless sip from her brightly coloured cup while she said "Oh yeah, I'm real sure that'll work out smoothly," while the audience laughed. The couple in the house laughed as well, the woman saying "she too cute nuh." Winston didn't understand why that was a joke, and why the girl pronounced 'real' the way she did. Frankly, he thought the girl rude and in need of discipline. Winston darted his eyes around as he got on the road again. The houses were aglow as everyone sat to enjoy the night-time entertainment. One house had an action movie showing, the volume up to amazing levels, explosions rattling out of the surround sound speakers. Winston still had no idea where these people he grew up with were getting the money for this from. He walked up some cement steps to the side door of a house and tapped lightly. "Who it is?" went the voice inside. "De out-man." replied Winston. The door opened. Sergeant Douglass Sergeant stood up in the bathroom stall of the district police station squeezing the last bit of urine from his penis into the toilet with his finger-tips. He walked out the stall and looked at himself in the mirror. His face was round and a rich brown. His teeth had begun to yellow, from the coffee he had started drinking two years prior once he had signed on for this night-shift. He smiled just to see what he looked like when he smiled. He squinted his eyes at the mirror. He slapped his stomach that was becoming prominent now. "More sit-ups" he murmured. Then, he took out his night stick in the empty bathroom. He held it up to his face while still staring at the mirror. He walked left to right holding the stick to his mouth, and then danced, pivoting from one foot to the other, then sang-whispered some songs "Haiti I'm sorry, We misunderstood you, But one day we'll turn around, and look inside you." then "Jah ras-tafri parro-jammo creator of rhythm and tempo..." then he quickly stuffed his stick into his holster as Constable Henry Yarde pulled down the handle of the door to enter.

 Robert's house was a small board house in a side path that you had to walk through light grass to get to. It smelled of a damp smoke, and the curtains were not changed regularly. Still, the floor was cleaned and the kitchen table was clear, except for a scale sitting by the corner. A radio was on in the bedroom, with an ad telling people about preventing a mosquito problem. The wind picked up a little bit causing the window curtains to rise and fall like when you put on bed sheets and you raise it up and it comes down on the flat bed slowly and cautiously. The wind made Winston look around in his chair. "Don't worry Winston." "I cahn help but worry. I ain't expect de wind to rise like dat usually it wouln't be suh dramatic at this time o' de year." "True." Robert said. Then, "you hungry?" "Yeah man." "I got de food in de oven. It was off for a while, you want me to heat it up?" "Nah jus' bring it here." Winston replied. Robert came back with a plate with more rice than anything else, vegetables, onions browning in the gravy. Robert looked at Winston as he ate. He moved his mouth quickly, but scooped up the rice slowly. He looked straight ahead at the wall as he ate. His hands were hardened, fingernails down to the skin and smooth. But his eyes. The eyes Robert saw up close were the same eyes that everyone saw staring up at them from the newspaper whenever Winston escaped from prison, or when he almost got caught again. Some may tell you that Winston became a folk hero because people didn't believe he did it, and they might be right, but only partially so. Because when you see those eyes that pleaded simply by staring ahead it sent out a secondary emotion of pity along with interest. It made one believe that this guy running for his life in God knows where, hopping on boats and stowing away in the hinterland of some island could be your son, or brother, or somebody. No one felt sympathy for hard featured Peter Bradshaw. Even the two youngsters Barry Jack and Sylvian Clarke got no care because they looked like the type of boys that stole your bicycle while you were in the rum shop. No matter how tattered Winston looked in those snapshots of him being carted off by police, his flopping over-bearing locks and all, it could never stop those eyes from peering through at you. Winston would probably kill you at this point if it came down to it, would definitely steal your computer to pay for passage out the island if he could, but for most people, he was just a boy that got turned into a criminal. A hare forced to scrap through the forest while the wolves descended a-growl. None of this has to be true, very little of it even has to make sense. The resultant was that Winston Hall became our folk-hero, our Billy the Kid, our Robin Hood (provided he just stole from the rich plantation fellow), our real life, living, breathing, crazy, exhausted Br'er Rabbit. "Ya got any plans cook up Winston?" Robert asked as he cleaned up his plate. Winston looked up and blinked at him, maybe thinking, maybe just looking. "I got a idea or two is all but most differently I...just gine try to keep moving." he said.

 The two relaxed and talked about their day.  Winston had little to talk about, while Robert talked lightly about world events that might mean something to Winston, or maybe, might be funny to him. He laughed a slight laugh at some moments, and at others remained silent and motionless.  Sometimes he might make a random comment about wanting pussy, other moments he talked about his school days, stories Robert had heard already, but politely listened again.

"Sometimes I is envy you Winston."

"Why de hell you envy me?"

"Man people know bout you.  Nobody ain't know 'bout me.  You is de most famous man in Bim.  More famous then de Prime Minister."

"Maybe," Winston began, "but wha dah mean for me?  Is not like I could run fuh Prime Minister or, or open ah business down Swan Street wif my popularity.  I was reading a book on criminals when I was in Trinidad.  De term fuh criminals like me ain't 'famous', it is 'infamous' - I famous for being bad.  People would smile with me, but call de police in a heartbeat as well. People ain't care 'bout me really."

"You really 'tink so Winston?  People care 'bout you man.  People still believe you ain't deserve nuh death sentence man.  Most people woulda try to escape too.  Dem wid you."

"I doan’ agree.  People like rules too much.  Dey want to believe that everyting would work out right if dey follow de rules.  Until of course tings go bad and dey got to do tings to survive, then they realise.  I mean it is just like, like...Robert you know how prison is man, they got people that deserve to be there, and they got people who jus' catch a bad break.  A lot o' dem get sell out by they family and friends.  A lot of Barbados like to rely on other people - de government, dey foolish husband, policemen, or somebody.  I ain't nuh genius, but I feel that if a bunch o' people meet me, almost all o' dem would go and call de police cuz dey get tell so.  Won't even tink as to why dey doing it."

"That is you fear talkin Winston.  Barbadians care man.  That is you fear," Robert said, while getting up and fishing in the fridge to refresh their beers.  Winston stared ahead at the wall all that time, and when Robert returned to the table and opened the beers with his keychain he began again.

"Somebody is be talking in my head," Winston began, "I doan’ know who it is, it could be my fear telling me all these tings, or it could be my smarts.  Whoever it is, it telling me hide from everyone.  Last time I was comfortable was in Trinidad wid that woman."

"You did love that woman Winston?" Robert asked.

"Yeah, I did love she.  De love turn me different.  I guess love is do that. "

"If you hadn't get caught doin' foolishness..."

"It wasn't foolishness, it was my heart getting de best of me."

"Alright if you didn't get caught following you heart, you feel you woulda live there forever?" Robert asked.  Winston thought and then looked down at the table.

"Maybe. I love this island, but I was comfortable there.  Here my mind is mek me paranoid and nervous.  I jus' cut off from this place.  I might be de most famous man here, but I don't know much bout it Robert.  Trinidad was where tings did at least seem normal. Cuz, for a lil' moment, there was love."  Winston said.

 Winston lightly clapped onto his shin the side of the collins that Robert gave him on his departure as a plastic bag with fruit lightly cheered by his thigh. Overhead the moon went through the trees with an unmistakable sharp glow, features on the face of it like birth-marks, and were one to walk under the leaves of the breadfruit and mango trees and look up, the way that Winston was at the time, the moon might seem to twinkle its pock-marked light to you.  The houses were mostly silent at this point of the night, week-days it was this way. The insects called out into the darkness, creating an instinctual and perpetuating siren, as each insect, perched on their nocturnal pedestal, found a simple and eternal occupation.

 Miriam found the insects creepy.  When the night-noises reached her ear they were not received as a wafting tone poem of tones, but simply murky tension outside the car window on her ride home. Mr. Holford, who worked at the supermarket across the road from the hotel, and who would drop her home in the late night, and tell her smiling stories of the hopeless, irritable and easily confounded customers and employees of the supermarket, and who also would make fumbling compliments of her hair and necklace and would understand when Miriam declined his invites to concerts and exhibitions, and who would stare at Miriam’s rocking buttocks as she walked away from his car after smilingly thanking him, would then beep his car horn as he drove off softly.

 What is that? A car horn. Get behind this house. Make sure that all the lights are off in this house you leaning against. Your knee is okay tonight don’t worry. Who is that there walking?  It’s her. Her hair is frazzled a bit.  Her hips are so gentle.  How does she look so untouched up here in Suriname?  Almost all these women look run-down, chipped at the edges, shaken about a bit.  She’s different.  She is like one of those dreams you have in de morning when ya almost wake up and ya coul’ swear it real but ya is wake up in de grass and ya look around and realise it is de same as yesterday, but ya is put ya hand together and thank God that you coul’ still dream, cuz if not you probably would’ve drowned youself a long time ago.  Wait. Look at her eyes, all open wide in this night.  Is she surprised?  Is she looking for something?  No. No, look.  She’s scared.  Shite you just slip. Hide!  you just made a noise.

 Winston hid behind the house steadying himself with his forearms while Miriam stopped walking and just stared at the direction of the stumble-sound.  In the porous night where most things are hidden but some things escape stood the two, Winston peeping, Miriam listening.

“Who-w-who there?” she asked, amazingly evenly.  Winston paused.

“Nobody. Just a man. I ain’t gine hurt you.” Winston finally said, secreted behind the side of the house.

“You was waiting for me right?”  Miriam said into the night “I ain’t got no lotta money. I work hard t-this , um today. But tek it, tek d-de money, just don’t ra…”

“I ain’t wait for you .  I was jus’ walking through.”

“Then why you was hiding?”  she asked, not rudely, not accusatorily, but simply curiously.  Silence.  She then asked for his name but Winston stretched the silence, pressed rough against the side of the house.  Miriam took a step forward on the road and then listened, and then looked around as Winston crouched low.  He squinted his eyes at the woman taking tentative steps on the road and opened his mouth to say something, anything, to perhaps welcome her into his secret, or to tell her an outrageous and comforting lie while escorting her home, but instead he held firm and watched Miriam walk down the road quickly and determinedly into the shrouding night.

 Through the grass Winston walked, mainly by memory, through the trees that cradled things to sleep and by the edge of a craggy pasture, pocking rocks and dirt with his boots and collins, and in this heavy chaos is where he crouched down and laid by his supplies and run-ragged possessions.  Up into the air he looked, at the wavy and dreamy clouds, barely hiding the wide moon out tonight, and he thought of rushing things, and impoverished motionless things that loomed in his head as always, and then sometimes he would listen and listen as the night-time serenaded, or mocked him perhaps.

 There he slept, back used to the flat earth, dreams sliding in and out of the thoughts. He dreamt of the children in Trinidad & Tobago, the woman’s children that he was around a lot.  He dreamt about his stern lashes he gave them, and he dreamt of him teaching them how to make bow and arrows out of coconut leaves, sharpening the stem into an arrow-point using an old razor from a broken pencil sharpener.  He then dreamt of a hot fire, and of him running, and running, and running, and then floating and flying through the trees away from the fire up and above Trinidad, looking down at the twinkling lights that families would leave on at times. He then thought of when he was captured there, and the children looked at him and asked “Tony, ya ‘un come back?” to which Winston looked at them softly with those doomed eyes of his, and shook his head no, his heavy locks floundering over and about his shoulders.

 This is your life now.  This is your life.  Look at it. Look at the shadows of dem trees.  Doan worry.  We’ll get another plan together.  Remember Robert had said there might be a guy that could get pay off to smuggle you on that boat?  Something will always come up, you just have to hold on until then.  The same thing day in and out until your ship comes in. You know you got what other people doan got.  You got de discipline.  What? Man you gine got to forget about that girl, about this whole fucking country in fact. Just stay down.  Just stay out here, Robert gine set tings in motion. Man doan let you emotions get de better of you.  Look I know she look good.  I know she comforting.  I know you could use some of that comfort.  But let it go.  This is your life now.  This is your life now.  Look at the dark grass over there.  You could stash some things there.  You got to go over to get those carrots from that plot of land.  That is what you think of.  You get as close as you could.  This is your life.  Winston sit down. Winston-

 Winston got up and looked at the slow clouds, then back towards the little line of houses down the grassy slope.  He took up his new cutlass, and walked, shaky, unsure and for the first time in a long time, scared.

 Sergeant Douglass Sergeant walked around the district police station.  He was testy and bored.  He thought about being on the front page of the newspapers quoting something about some murder case he thought up in his mind.  At least a good burglary case involving a well-known minister or a beloved person in the media.  He would tell the reporters, in the most pleasant of voices, about the dangerous circumstances of the whole ordeal.  He thought joyfully of the microphones, of the notebooks scratched with details, of the television cameras with their dull shine on the lens.  In fact, he was drawing a complex, Eiffel Tower looking antennae on his note-book when Orville Lowell came up to him to challenge him to a healthy round upon round of x and os.

 Eagerly Sergeant would scrawl his x in the corner to begin his winning play he had read of in a book dedicated to these puzzles called ‘Tic-Tac-Toe for Winners!’ that he had picked up in a store adjacent to a hotel on the south coast of the island.  He grinned playfully at Lowell, and then at the page as the younger Lowell tried uselessly to circumvent the inevitable.

 The grass slid against the boots of Winston as he walked down the hill.  The rocks, loose on the dirt moved with a murmuring tumble as Winston kicked them or stepped on them on his way down.  He would arch his head, to see through trees and branches, calculating his path towards a house he had never been to, had never scouted out in advance, had never thought of going to until the recent wanderings of his mind.  Overhead the clouds were soft in their movements and the wind was cool against his old shirt and his face, run ragged by years, decades in fact, of worrying in a harsh, coarse manner, and decades of regret.

 Stop this.  Stop this. Stop this I say!

 Miriam opened the door to her son’s room and watched the young boy curled into the edge of his bed, but a calm curl.  He did not claw the bed-sheets like when she would look in on him after the arguments. This was a motionless slumber, a reprieve from the day at school where he was beaten for trying to cheat on his times-table test, and where Janice Peters, the girl he had pleasing thoughts about, laughed at him when he fell down darting between the trees.  He looked up at her as she laughed and then she walked over to him, helping him up as he dusted off his short pants, saying to him “doan cry, you gine get better”, and then she walked away.  Miriam closed the door slowly, the shadow of the door looming slowly over the bed until it darkened the entire room.  She pulled off her shoes and clothes and just laid in the bed, churning her mind as to who that could have been hiding behind the house, desperate not to be seen, and from whence did he come from.  She felt helpless, but also, for no reason, wondered if that man was helpless as well, adrift with no one to answer to, or to answer for.  

 She didn’t exactly want to help him, but rather, to understand him, where he came from, what had him out there at that hour, and what had him so scared, like her. She thought that perhaps he was hiding from the same dark permutations that she supposed existed in those bushy trees and grass up the hill.  Perhaps the world had ravaged him to such a degree that even the plaintive claps of a woman’s shoe-heel on the dirty ground scared him.  She surmised that his mind saw something horrible in people, and that sight drove him to cower noisily, with mouth agast, like in the movie she saw once where the man saw which people were holy, and which were demons of the devil. If only he stared long enough she thought, then maybe he would see that she was no clawed harlot, but that she was as scared as he was, distrustful of the very nature of people as he was, that she acknowledged the way that love spoiled into vengeful control after a long enough time, disappointing her as she was sure it did him, that poor man clawed and scared behind some wooden house, with the taunting night and the duppies all around him.

 Winston stood behind the bare tamarind tree and solidified his approach: he would climb the low pailing surrounding the neighbouring mini-mart and then squeeze through the space he saw on that hill into her premises, and then softly, patiently, meekly tap the windows of the woman’s house until she awoke and then calm her with his eyes and tell her all that was in his foolish heart about her beauty, her unassuming grace, her glad-eyed son, and his own drifting life, polluted with his frenzied volition and shame.

 He arrived at the galvanized pailing, creeping unsure like he had by the Plantation House where this whole legend began twenty or so years ago.  He jumped up to grab the top, but at that moment, his knee shifted around itself, causing him to fall and hit the outside base with a small thump.

 Miriam then heard a thump, small but real.  She startled up and looked out the window at the night.  She surveyed her little back-yard and saw nothing.  She looked at the next door neighbour and saw the stillness she expected.  She supposed it was a dog or cat bumping against the pailing, but she kneeled there on the bed, looking out at the trees that waved in the slight wind.  And then she gasped, her body tensing up uniformly as if expecting a blow at primary school, as if she caught the Holy Spirit at church, as if she was giving birth at the hospital, as she saw a dark man crawling on top of the neighbour’s pailing.

 The District Police Station’s phone rang twice.  The officer listened, grumbled his questions to the caller while scribbling notes, and then he looked at the two men playing and arguing about the 1987 Calypso Finals results.

 I understand you have a fancy towards her but this is no reason to do this.  Think about your knee.  Think about this pulsating, devious pain that moves from your knee towards the rest of your body.  I can’t stop you can I?  I want to. I want you to walk up that slope and disappear into those trees like you have since you came back to this part of the island. Stop thinking of her…you can’t can you? Your beautiful sin.  A booming voice tells you not to eat of the tree, don’t eat that fruit, but you have to, because that woman tells you to right? Right there, is when love, the way we know it, was created.  He looked towards the sky, looking the way that the sky looked now, a combination of tribulation and creation, the way four o’ clock has always looked, and Adam looked at the sky and chose love over unknowable punishment the way poor you from Suriname will choose it.  

 Winston jumped and swung his leg over the tall pailing and fell to the ground.  He looked around the new surroundings and squinted his eyes to see where the path to Miriam’s house would be.  He walked but then fell wordlessly in the soft darkness, soft because of the approaching morning that would shed light to the physicality of this all but never to the motivation, never to the chirping collaborators of the late night, and never to the love that occurred here.

 Sergeant Douglass Sergeant turned the car onto the street where Miriam lived in a careful arc.  Two others were with him – Lowell, the defeated tic-tac-toe player, and Constable Henry Yarde, a young man new to the police force who swore to his dying grandmother that he would do something useful with his life, and as she felt the dying in her along with the heat, the young man pressed his face into her scratchy, paper hands and thanked her for reforming him.  Sergeant knocked softly on Miriam’s door and the door opened silently creating a tension.  “I-I was just looking out my window when Jesus Christ I see a man jump over de pailing of’ de mini mart.”

“Okay yes this we know.” Sergeant whispered, “but in the time it tek for we to get here, you inform de owners o’ de mini mart?”

“Yeah, I call up Jackie and tell she.  She is de daughter. I call she up cuz I know that she cell phone don’t got a loud ring. It does mostly buzz.”

“Good. Good thinking.” Sergeant said. The young policeman looked at her while her gaze was towards Sergeant.  The woman was terrified.  To Yarde, her eyes were a-blaze with fear, unblinking and beautiful.  The wind would pick up for a couple seconds and he would look at her old T-shirt against her widening waist.  He wanted to comfort her and to tell her lies to calm her and after he kissed her, look at her in the morning sun and tell her truth after truth. Meanwhile Sergeant looked at the woman he briefly consoled at Kevin’s funeral and took down the information, caring little for her fear, taking it only to mean that the criminal was a large man. Perhaps he committed more crimes throughout the countryside he theorised.  Perhaps he could come up with a name of the man for the reporters to put on the front page - “countryside killer”, “de slasher”, and then “de jungle demon”.

 The banana tree in the back flopped as Winston leaned against it, slowly putting and then taking weight off of his knee.  He looked around again, and saw that the space leading to the woman’s house was wider than he thought.  He swept his heavy locks back and wiped his brow with his old shirt, and then held his cutlass like you would an eccentric cane and said out to the abdicating night “Hello.  My name is Winston.  People say I do some tings – some o’ dem I do, but some o’ dem I didn’t.  I tink I love you, but I ain’t sure, so, what is you name?”, then he shifted again in the craggy dirt and said “Good night, my name is Winston and I tink I love you. But wha so is you name?” Then he scraped the ground with his cutlass/ bejewelled cane and said “Even if you scared of me I want you to know that I love you.  My name is Winston Hall.  Yes, my name is Winston Hall and I am not ashamed.”

         Yarde walked into Miriam’s house, squinted his eyes and looked back, asking “Ma’am, is there a way we could get from where you live to de mini-mart owner house?”

“Yes. They got a lil’ path that is connect we.”

“Do we just get out into your back-yard and just turn right?”

“Yes, yes, yes ya is just turn right.” She whispered.  Yarde looked at Sergeant Sergeant, who then slid his right hand between his waist and the leather of his pistol.  “Yeah, we gine go in she yard and surprise he, cuz he think he hard, but we gine light up he ass.” And with that he walked through the length of Miriam’s house, walking as if he owned it with no heeding to any decorum, because whatever decorum that was expected usually – whether you took your shoes off or letting the lady walk in front – would mean nothing once police were in your house, partly because of all the urgency in this and partly because of your status in the country.  If it were a rich mover and shaker like a Goddard or a Williams, they would’ve at least asked if they could be shown the way through the house by the head of the house. Miriam noticed this, but pursed her lips because of this expected acquiescence that policemen’s widows exhibited always.

         The sky was still dark, but still becoming lighter on the upper edges of the sky.  Between Winston and the gate to Miriam’s house was a small, easily hop-able fence that separated the small garden that Winston stood upon, and the concrete that led to the back of the mini-mart.  He leaned against the soft banana trees and looked up as the leaves crowded the round and glowing moon, its shining glow fading as the sun began to make its approach upon the island.

         It combs the light of the moon.  Look at the moon being obstructed by the light slice of the banana leaves, the distant craters and darkness of the moon that suggest another place for us humans to go to and make simple at first with our enviable industry, then only to advertise to the people about the advantages of such a place, and then imagine escaping to a place where the best went to the roughest, just like in the westerns you like so much.  Feel that wind.  Understand it.  Believe that it holds a great new thing for you to encounter.  Feel the wind, pregnant with the exhalations of generations of Barbadians and tourists.  Tell yourself you love it.  The people inside of you.  Imagine that they tell stories to their children about you.  Believe that someone is printing out protest banners for you. Hail the goodness that has gotten you this far, that has made you believe in the gospel of survival through the mere occurrence of actions.  Worship the…

 “Freeze, ya rassole cunt.”

“Doan come close.”

“I gine got ta come close.  Cuz see I is de big bad woodsman coming to capture all o’ wunna wolves.  Ya fucking wolves.”

“You sound like you been thinking a lot about what you gine say before you capture somebody.”

“Hush you fuckin’ mouth!” Sergeant Sergeant barked.

“You even know why I here?”  Winston asked. “I ain’t here to steal.  I here for love.  I here to say something to a woman.  Something that I should have said a long time ago.  Let me through so I could tell her.”

“Put down de cutlass son.  I doan know if you got a crush or you in love but come along and we could sort this out.” Sergeant Sergeant said, his hand out-stretched, on the concrete away from the man.

“I tink I love she.”

 Okay run into the trees and then use the trunk of the trees to jump up to the pailing.  You could leap over and be gone before these policemen come.  We could get de dog and be gone from this parish by noon.  Just run and jump!  Your knee will be okay.  You can’t wrestle the policemen to the ground.  You have to retreat.  Run off. Run off into de wild.  Just do a lil’ jump an’ run.  Jus’ do it calm.

 Winston shifted back and looked at the imposing height of the pailing that he could jump over, he supposed.  He saw the three policemen, and he saw them spread out to be of proper use. Winston gripped his cutlass stronger, his arms tensing and straight.

 Then he saw her.  She peeped through the passageway, furtively of course, but he saw her, her great, rounded eyes, her dense, brown skin, filled with a swirling system of emotions by now, brown with the approaching sun.  She was pitied more than admired in her neighbourhood, and the tourists at the hotel were too caught up in the cocaine and flowers of the island to sit and study the beauty of this woman pushing past their rooms.  This perky Barbadiana, full of egregious glee, of blind fear and hate, who went undetected by the visitors, but always constant to this visitor Winston.  He knew no other recourse, could surmise nothing else but the accomplishment of these heated ideas that singed him in the dark.

 He ran towards the policemen.  The shot rang out with a sharp and ranging flight, like the flight of crows.  Winston slumped back, and then lunged forward towards Miriam while the young policeman Yarde shot again.  Winston fell back, squirming at first and then laying still, letting his shoulder-blades touch the ground, and listening to the arched sobbing of the mini-mart owner and Miriam go over the country-side, which was now becoming lighter with this new Age, supplanting the previous Age that began as the Union Jack went down and our flag went up, and ended as the man, arched and crackling on the ground, began to cough his last coughs about love, heard only by the mini-mart owners, the policemen, Miriam, and the curious primary school boy, who stood with his arms folded, staring through the open glass window of his room, with its colour coming alive again in the morning light.

THE END

[essu-rwby-desu]

                                 Chapter 4: Lighting the Fire Reaction  

                                                    -LONG POST-

ITS SO COLD IT BURNS SO GOOD. (?????)

THE FASTEST IVE PROBABLY PUT OUT A REACTION POST BECAUSE HOLY SHIT BALLS, MOM.

“You wait here, I’ll go check if the coast is clear.”

Yang is totally not buying into your bullshit, buddy.

Better get ready, just in cas-. THE GLOVE. AND THE ASS CAPES ARE COMING OFF.

You know what would be neat? Since Yang is kind of the ‘tank’ in the group, her new arm could use like, oh I don’t know, maybe a small shield?

“I can’t believe you were dumb enough to let me lead you here.”

Sorry buddy, but you’re the dumb one for leading her there.

They’re scared of the small barrel popping out of her right arm? I’d be more terrified of her, oh, I don’t know, HER OTHER ARM WITH A BELT FULL OF SHOTGUN SHELLS???

…Or maybe they’re all surprised because “OH, IT’S ALSO A GUN.”

LOOK AT THIS STRUT.

See, a small shield would be nice, but I guess she’s still fending off the bullets.

This string and percussion version of I Burn tho.

LOOK AT THIS BAKUGO ASS MOVE THO. APPROVE.

AND THEN THIS SLOW GUITAR OF ARMED AND READY.

You mess with the wrong bird, and I don’t mean Yang.

Ruby, please, you can-

RUBY, YOU LITTLE SHIT.

AND AT THIS MOMENT, OSCAR KNEW, HE FUCKED UP.

SMASH.

“You forgot to engage your aura, again.”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?!”

“Because this method makes you less likely to forget.”

I mean. Oz isn’t wrong. But.

“Not bad, Ms. Rose. But Oscar doesn’t have the years of training that you do. Or I do.”

HACKS ON. ENTERING THE AVATAR STATE.

THIS IS WHAT FEAR LOOKS LIKE. AT THIS MOMENT, RUBY KNEW. SHE WAS GONNA GET FUCKED UP.

YOU’RE A THOUSAND YEARS TOO EARLY TO BE FIGHTING ME. 

Like. Literally a thousand years. Or more. Cuz Ozpin is apparently fucking immortal.

Sometimes I feel like everyone should rewatch the episode just for like, not necessarily screen shots, but to look for frames like these. Like. Even though it’s a straight forward shot, this is a nice shot.

Does anyone else do this in real life? I mean the whole talk and look at the person with one open eye thing. Me only? Ok, let’s just. Keep moving forward.

Idk why, but when Nora said Ren’s semblance can mask emtions, I immediately started playing Reflections from Mulan in my head. It really has nothing to do with the fact that Ren is supposed to be designed off of the idea of Mulan. Or maybe I did subconsciously. Hm. The song has NOTHING to do with his semblance either! Brain, what are you doing.

Two songs from Mulan in 2 review posts. And I haven’t watched the movie in ages.

WHOOOOOOOOOO ISSSSSSS THAT GIRRRRRRRRLLLLLLL I SSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEE-

MORE POSITIVE REIGNFORCEMENT RUBY. YES.

5 Volumes in and we get an in-show description of what Semblances are. I know they talked about it in the World of Remnant shorts, but they were just that: Short. It’s nice to have it actually explained in the show since not many of us watched the short seri-

“Oh. Struck by lightning, didn’t die, Crazzzzzzy Thursday/”

NORA. PLEASE.

“Unlocking your semblance isn’t the end. It can still grow and evolve.”

HMMMM.

Just because Ruby.

THEY’RE. THEY HAVE GOT TO BE WITHIN 50 FT OF EACH OTHER BY THIS POINT.

OK. She’s opting for the stealth escape route.

THE LITTLE *DINK* SOUND EFFECT IT MADE. OMG. HAHAHAHA. YOU CAN DO IT LITTLE BUDDY. YOU’RE DOING GREAT.

“So after all this time, you decided to visit me.”

Mother- What?! YANG DIDN’T EVEN KNOW WHERE YOU WERE. IT’S NOT LIKE YOU WERE AT A RETIREMENT HOME OR SOMETHING?

“They started it.”

I heard this and was like “HAH. Like how a kid would try to make an excuse to their parent.”

“I’m not here for you. Ruby is somewhere in Mistral. She’s with Qrow and she’s going to need my help. I just need you to take me to her.”

You know, I get the feeling that a lot of people are gonna be like

“YOU FINALLY FOUND YOUR MOM. THE PERSON YOU’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR, FOR YEARS. AND YOU’RE JUST GONNA ASK HER TO TAKE YOU TO RUBY? DON’T YOU HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO SAY OR ASK?”

I do feel that to a certain extent, but at the same time I feel like Yang may also have grown out of it. Whatever the reason she had for looking for her mom before isn’t the same now. Yang obviously has questions for Raven, but she also knows how important it is to find Ruby, and she probably feels like that outweighs whatever personal things she has with her mom, it just so happens that Raven was also the answer to finding Ruby.

And besides. Yang now knows where Raven’s camp is. I suppose she could just come back, albeit she may not be welcomed with open arms. Or arm. Just the one. I’m sorry.

“Because we’re family.”

OHHHH, GET FUCKED, RAVEN. Your own daughter throwing that sarcastic shade at you.

So we’ve seen what Raven’s semblances is, but not how it works, until now. She ‘bonds to certain people’ and can make warp gates to them. Yang says that she has her, Tai, and Qrow marked.  Yang also says to teleport her to Qrow, NOT Ruby. It could simply be that Raven had no reason to mark Ruby as someone to teleport to, or maybe it’s because Raven can only teleport to people that are close to her: Her Family.

That begin said, Raven seems to not like the whole family thing since she does say “Family - only come around when they need something.” Maybe her semblance was found due to the opposite nature of her personality. Having a semblance that literally takes her back to her family when she has such disdain for the idea does raise a few questions. But I’ll leave it at that.

Yeah. The way her face was animated and sass she threw in with her words. Badass/Evil mom status.

Before we move on I just want to know: What the fuck is that thing on her head? Like. I get it. RAVEN. FEATHERS. BUT LIKE. WHAT. IS THAT? Is it just like one giant super long hair extension or is that literally all part of her hair?

I laughed. SO HARD. At how long this shot was held for. Like.

Oh. Hi. Uhmmm. Uhh. Hello?

“Yang?????”

“…WHYiss you here?!”

THERE IT IS. FIRST CONTACT. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

THE ILLUSION OF CHOICE IN VIDEO GAMES: CHOOSE STEALTH OR BUST OUT? OH YOU CHOSE STEALTH? TOO BAD, YOU’RE GOING TO BUST THE HELL OUT.

YASSSSSSS. IDC IF YALL HAVE SEEN GIFS AND SCREENSHOTS OF THIS ALREADY, THIS IS V IMPORTANT.

W: “What are you doing here?”

Y: “Well. That’s my mom. And she can take us to Ruby.”

-Slowly taking in what Yang just said.-

“That’s my mom.”

“That’s…

My….

…mom.” ?!?!?!?!?!?!

“… uhhhhhhh”

 Never in my life have I thought I would hear those words. In any form of media.

Also let’s not forget that Raven straight up curb stomped Weiss in the face.

W: “YOUR MOM CURBED STOMPED ME. SHE KICKED ME IN THE FACE.”

Y: “… YOU DID WHAT!?”

Weiss’s knight could EASILY cleave through half that camp at that size. Jeez.

Spring Maiden putting a halt to this BS.

Weiss giving that stern anime look and pose.

“If you’re really going after your sister, then you need to know the truth.”

HMMMM. OKAY. SO HERE’S ANOTHER CHOSE YOUR ADVENTURE MOMENT:

So we know everything’s that been going on with Salem and Cinder and Ozpin and yaddie yaddie yadda. So once Raven tells Yang and Weiss everything, what’s going to happen? Are they still going to regroup with Ruby and join her with Qrow to fight against Salem’s assault on Haven with the White Fang? Or are Weiss and Yang going to try and convince Ruby to pull away from Haven because shit is about to get real and they shouldn’t haven’t to deal with it?

I HIGHLY doubt that Raven is going to tell them about how literally the Spring Maiden is within the camp grounds. But if she does, then??? Do the 2 of them stay? Or will Raven teleport Yang and Weiss, just to then later pick up camp and move to a new location? Cuz by then EVERYONES gonna know who and where the Spring Maiden is.

SO MANY POSSIBILITIES. 

YES. FUCKING. FINALLY. YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. ONE OF THE MANY MOMENTS WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOR.

I TEAR UP. EVERY TIME. AND IT DOESN’T HELP THAT THE BACKGROUND SONG IS “HOME”.

-UGLY HYSTERICAL SOBS-

I maybe reading into this too much, cuz you know, emotions rising, and with knowing the lyrics to the song, I want to talk about the symbolism in this last shot.

Weiss has gotten quite a bit of development coming from Volume 4 to now. And in my opinion, it started all when she was able to successfully summon her knight. 

After being told she was no longer the heiress to her family’s company, she was held against her will to stay in her room. As soon as she was able to summon her knight, she decided to take action. She was able to escape with the help of Klein. He was probably going to be the last trust worthy person she knows that she’s going to see in a while. Even while doing so, she’s had her guard up the whole time because she knew she’s no longer in a safe place. All the way up to being captured by bandits, she still shows initiative to get out. 

Then she reunites with Yang. She has finally found someone she cares and trusts. Someone she probably considers as part of her family, the family being Team RWBY. So the knight fading away in this last shot is visual representation of Weiss finally letting her guard down because now she’s with family. AND WHERE DO YOU USUALLY FIND FAMILY? HOME. THE TITLE OF THE SONG THAT’S PLAYING. AND I JUSTLKSA:LSKDJA:SLKJDWOIASK jEXCUSE ME WHILE I GO REPLAY THIS SCENE FOR THE REST OF TIME UNTIL MORE OF THE TEAM GETS BACK TOGETHER.

TL;DR: Weiss’s knight fading away at the end of this scene is the visual representation of  Weiss finally letting her guard down now that she’s found Yang; a team mate, a friend, a person she might consider as family.

But I may just be reading into this too much. I MEAN HOW COULD YOU NOT?

GIVE ME THE NEXT EPISODE, PLEASE ;A;

P.S.:

I SUPPORT

SMOLS GETTING HUGS FROM SWOLS.

[roccoroks]

VOLUME 5 DAG POST SO ANOTHER ROD RUN HAS COME AND GONE AND IT HAS LEFT ME IN THE WAKE OF DISGRUNTELED GUEST OVER PARKING , ROOMS WITH BROKEN REFRIDGERATORS AND SEVERAL LOST ITEMS IN NEED OF BEING RETURNED TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS. SEVERAL THINGS HAPPENED THIS TIME AND I WILL TRY AND KEEP THINGS AS STRAIGHT AS MACH STYLES SEXUAL ORIENTAION SO BARE WITH ME! It was your typical rod run this spring in that there were classic cars as far as the eye could see, toilets were overflowing with the stench of nearly dead guests last dinners from the golden coral and I for the first time in 3 years had the day off to enjoy ………at work……even in my down time I have to come here….sux. The time is 4:30 pm, it officially hawt as bawls outside and im watching the desk while my new manager “monty” dips out for a bite to eat. The door opens and im faced with a loud, demanding, hateful women from PA….so a normal woman from PA….who is mad about parking. Me: *gee, I really hope the next 30 mins goes smoo….. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SMELL! IT REEKS OF BITCH!* CLAB: *Crazy Loud Ass Bitch* umm….theres a man outside that’s saying that if I don’t move my car then he will have it towed or he will park his truck in front of it until Monday and called me a bitch……(ME: honestly I stopped paying attention to her at this point)……or im going to call the cops. Me: *fuck you karam, just because I like to rub vasoline all over my butt cheeks and press it against businesses plate glass windows in downtown under the cover of darkness, I have to deal with this?* CLAB: so…..what are you going to do about it? Im paying 175.00 a night and I feel I should beable to park where ever I want! Me: *you are the same bitch from last year aren’t you…* mam im really sorry about this but during the rod run we have over 5000 people and cars come into town and parking can get a bit limited. CLAB: WELL DON’T YOU THINK THAT’S NOT MY PROBLEM? Me: *oooooooh so we are going to go down this long road of stupidity?* like I said, mam, parking can get a bit hectic during these shows and we expect everyone to govern them selfs. CLAB: look you NEED to go out there and talk to this man or im going to report you to your manager. Me: *ah hellnah! Bitch you did not just…….. >.> i cant believe you just...how dare.....i may pee on you* Me: ok, lets go *get this over with* *we both walk out to the parking lot where im am greeted buy a mid 40’s male who knows me from years of rod runs and he seems to have been drinking and is in no mood for this ladies bullshit, I know because he says so in this dialog ^.^ * CLAB: this is the guy that spoke to me like I was trash Me: *because you do infact smell of a garbage bag filled with diapers that someone threw up on and set on fire....because thats what bitch smells like* DD: *drunk dude* look I never said any of that shit to you, your just making it up Me: but we haven’t even discussed what you said yet….never mind, look, why is it a problem for her to be parked here CLAB: *interrupts* oh there’s no problem, he just wants this parking spot to himself DD: look, my tools are in my truck and I need to work on my car and I don’t want to have to walk across the parking lot to get my tools every 5 mins Me: *and a long stager it must be 25 feet away! Beside, had you bought a ford instead of that rolling shit box you call a nova that’s more rust that nova, this wouldn’t be a problem* CLAB: that’s not my problem , I need a parking spot and this one was open Me: *5 points to bitchindore!* DD: MY GD CHAIRS WHERE IN THIS SPOT SAVING THEM FOR ME AND YOU JUST…..JUST…..MOVED THEM! LIKE THEY WERE NUTHIN! Me : *shee-took-yur-churrrs! * CLAB: well they were in the way! DD: iv had just about enough of your shit! ME: HO HO HO HO HO HANG ON A MIN! *yelling louder that both of them to convey my point* NOW LOOK, last year I put up two signs and handed out two flyers to ALL of my guests, including you, that 1. Trailers are no longer to be parked on site and 2. That chairs could no longer be used to save parking spots, meaning first come, first park no exceptions! DD:…….. I forgot about that, you did do that CLAB: *shoots a look of “take that bitch” Me: *looks at clab* I also told you on Tuesday when you checked in that this would happen with parking and that you would need to get a spot early to AVIOD THIS! CLAB: I don’t think that’s my problem do you? Me: *omfg if you say that one more motherfucking time* YES, yes it is your problem when I looked right at you and warned you this would happen and you ignored it! Is like I said “hey this coffee is hot, don’t pour it all over your face ok” and you did it anyway and couldn’t figure out why it hurt. CLAB: I just don’t see how this is my problem Me: * o.e there is a special place in hell for people like you! Its called florida* I honestly don’t know what to say. DD: I don’t know why this is such a problem, I mean there is a perfectly good spot open right over there by the pool doors, its closer too. Me: * O.e…..did I just hear a loud pop sound in my head? Why is everything starting to get shaky and I smell burning hair….am I having a aneurism?* did….you just? Surely you did say there is a parking spot right over there….right? DD: yeah, so I don’t see what all the fuss is about! *crosses arms and looks proud of him self CLAB: I don’t want that parking spot I want this one! Me: …….. *looks at both of them in disgust* so what’s wrong then? *both look at me like im a idiot* Me: *clearly im dealing with creatures with undeveloped brains not unlike that of a 5 year old or a form of mild cheese. I may have to get the speak and spell out for them* look, I should be in my office answering the phone and booking reservations for tomorrow night, instead im out here dealing with 2 12 year olds who are fighting over who gets to ride the tricycle next. There is a perfectly good spot right over there that either one of you could park in, its close to the hotel, and its close to your car so THERE IS NO PROBLEM. You two just wanted to be validated in what you both thought was right in your list of personal self-ethics and came and got me, someone half both of your ages to settle your squabble instead of acting like adults! CLAB: who’s your manager, ill have you fired for this! DD: …..mam, this young man is the owner. CLAB: *looks at me* WHY DON’T YOU TELL HIM TO APPOLGISE (or how ever its spelled) TO ME THEN! Me: *really….you are no longer mild cheese, im down grading you to Mexican! (yup, going to hell for that one)* because you started this! You both can’t act like adults and neither one of you deserves it! Look if I have to come back out here and deal with this again, you will both be looking for a lot more than a parking spot for the night! *walks off like a boss!* Meanwhile back in the halls of ‘’fort phone ringing the fuck off the wall’’, I have 12 people trying to call me at the same time Me: good afternoon RSML, how may I help you Dag: umm….yeah….um…hi…um like how much like…you know ….your Me: *come on you can do it* Dag: um….like your 2 room bed suites are? Me: *in what way was that even a fucking sentence….* when are you coming in? Dag: um….. like……you know….that time….next month? Me: hummmmmm that time next month….. Dag: oh! Um….yeah you know….like Saturday? Me: ok getting closer, we narrowed it day to 5 days instead of 31 Dag: oh, um….you like….. Me: *oh for fuck sake* *begins trying to pull my hair out and presses the phone harder to my ear out of frustration* Dag: like…that one Saturday that everyone's coming in? Me: 199.95 +tax Dag: wow that much? Me: *oh now you speak coherently* yes sir Dag: for which Saturday? Me: um like…you know...um...all of them Dag: *hangs up phone* Me: and a fine fuck you to you too sir *hangs up phone and turns around to see a family of 5 behind me* Me: how may I help you? FO5: we will just check somewhere else *walks out the door* Me: normally this would be bad but we are full soo……fuck em…. Monty: *from the back office* you should be nicer, they might have come back Me: really ass, you were back there the whole time and you couldn’t come to help me? Monty: I have a ham sandwich, this take precedent over pot heads asking about rates Me: you know I can fire you right Monty: you wont though Me: ……mother of fuck…..bitch called my bluff Few mins go by and im about to head out for the night when a man that I can only describe as so old that he may have known jesus on a personal level. Me: good after noon, how may I help you? *20 mins later he makes it to the desk* Old Dude: (we will call him OG cuz he gansta!) do you have anyrooms? Me: yes sir ! I have 2 br suites available *maybe this is a cool old dude and my night is turning around for the good* OG: oh good, what that Me: *ah you’re a crazy old man* well that’s our trademark room with 2 queen size beds! OGh I need 2 rooms with 2 beds in each room Me: well I have 2 2bed room suites side by side if that will work for ya? OG: no no no, I only need 4 beds not 8 Me….um…k….well if you get two of our 2 bed room suites then it would accommodate you that would give you 1 queen per bedroom OG: no no no then I would only have 2 beds, I need 4 *he is getting a bit angry…..or tired….or both, idk, hes old and hard to read* Me: I know sir but 1 of our 2br suites will have 2 queen beds OGh ok so that’s 1 room with 4 beds total right? Me: *O.e…wooooooooooooooow….* no sir that’s 2 beds total per room OG I know giving me 4 beds total right? Me: yes….wait no…what? OG: do you even have rooms with 4 beds/ Me: no sir OG: do you have 2 rooms? Me: yes OG: how many beds do they have Me: 2 per rooms OG: so you do have 4 beds per room? Me: whos on first? OG: what? Me: no whats on second, do you want a key so you can look at one of the rooms? OG: yes….wait, what? Me:...here…..*grabs pen and paper* OG: oh….nevermind, that’s not what im looking for ME: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU /RANT . . . . . . . . OR IS IT……

[aexiah]

I Got Kicked Out of Home

I got kicked out of home, and started living by myself.

Who out there has the same story?

Something similar? Maybe you’ve done better than what I have, or maybe I’m the lucky one?

It started out with a bad relationship…With my parents. What? Did you think I was going to say something like a spouse? No, unfortunately I’m single and clueless.

But surely though, even this is a common story that a lot of us can share, right? But you’re here, reading this, or maybe you left already because you might have the same attention span that I have. None.

My mom and I are the same. We want to be in control, in a way to make this understandable, the house wasn’t big enough for the two of us.

I hated my mom for not letting me do what I wanted. But it’s not her fault that I wouldn’t tell her what I wanted so she decided for me.

I never told her what I wanted because I knew she wouldn’t like it, so I never told her. Hm. Well it’s not all her fault. I don’t want to tell you either because even when I was a kid in middle school I knew what I wanted wouldn’t feed me.

I just wanted to do art. I wanted to make comics. I had been doing that while being in school, thank you short attention span that made me bored in class and then made me draw in the middle of class and teachers not liking it and then telling my parents about it.

It happened so often that the fear dug into me and lodged in there to a point where it forced me not to be happy.

I fall asleep while drawing a lot, whenever I want to doodle the art block kicks in, and I think it’s the fear that was preventing me from drawing. This fear where I’ll have some trouble or I’ll have no time, or I need to get something done or else it’s going to bite me in the ass.

Of course, that’s just a subconscious thing on my part, I’d need a second opinion to tell me other wise and say straight to my face that I’m crazy or stupid.

So, I left Florida where I was living with my mom at the time after we had a fight and she made me get down on my knees a swear to God to never draw again. Right after I took a shower and hadn’t put on any cloths.

For real that happened. And she wonders why I don’t want to live with her. As of now I do believe that was a good 5… uh… yeah 5 years ago.

So, then after that I lived with my dad. He and I didn’t get along either. So much so that I wished he was dead.

I still do.

You see, he re married to a shit woman who doesn’t like people like my sister. What’s wrong with my sister? She has down syndrome. There’s nothing wrong with that.

Honestly, I can’t explain to you how I feel.

I admit, not even I am too nice towards my sister. She has a tendency to grind her teeth and steals money from whoever, and you see I am younger than her, so being a kid who has others taking their things makes for a very unkind person.

 I should know better? Fuck you, I was a kid. Do I know better now? Fuck you again, duh I already know better. Fuck the ones who judged me and didn’t live in my shoes to understand.

When she would grind her teeth, it lights the fire of my imagination where I could see the shards of her teeth shaving off coating her mouth, and she ends up swallowing it and choking on it and we’re the dumb fucks (me, my dad, mom, ad step mom.) who let it happen.

Every time she grinds her teeth I’d tell, then I’d yell, then I’d confront her, to STOP GRINDING YOUR TEETH. Understand this, she doesn’t do it in her sleep, miraculously, she does it CONSTANTLY AS IF SHE BREATHS while she’s wide awake.

Sometimes in the middle she would call me a bitch, and mumble things I know I wouldn’t be happy to hear.

What? Just tell her to stop grinding and tell her why she would stop? Oh my God. Shut the fuck up, again, you’re not living in my shoes.

I say it to her face 5 or more times a month. And while I’m at home 25 or more times a day from my room.

Send her to a group home? Tell that to my dad. I don’t have fucking custody over my older sister. Neither does my mom after their divorce.

Not one thing is easy about the situation where I wish I had a damn gun and point it to my dad’s head and make him listen to me for once.

 So, where is this going with my step mom you might ask? She’s mean right, I already told you.

No, she never laid a finger on her. As far as I know it at least. She probably won’t as long as I’m around. But I’m not around anymore because my dad kicked me out.

Actually, the situation was more like “you’re fired but you can’t fire me cuz I quit” scenarios.

It was her tone with my sister that I couldn’t stand,

You don’t need to imagine this, you need only to feel it. Not once has this woman ever smiled because of my sister. There will never be words (in English) in front of me nor my dad to ever be said to describe how she looks at my sister. Like an eye sore. I wonder if we have slang in Vietnamese for that.

Say it to her face? Confront her and tell her to be nice to my sister for once?

She’ll just say “I’m only trying to take care of her, I’m not bullying her” And wouldn’t you know it, she’d be right. She only tells her to take a shower, brush her teeth, and change her cloths to remind her to not be a slob.

So why does it annoy me? Why is it that every day she says these things to her she would be the one in the right, and I’m in the wrong where I just tell her to sop grinding her teeth?

She’s not our mom. Typical rebellious stand point.

But then she’ll say, I’m the nice one here, not YOUR mom, she’s the one who didn’t want to take care of her.

Understand this. My sister has the right to choose which parent to go to. And she chose our stupid mother fucking dad.

My dad, KNOWS this.

 So this is where we can start. Mind you though this is actually MINOR to the reason why I’m not under the same roof as them.

I have a baby half-brother. Love him to death, cute as… Fuck.

Guess who gets spoiled treatment? What, you think I blame him? No. I don’t blame him. I mentioned he’s spoiled because he has a Nanny. Who also, does not care for people like my sister.

I don’t want to get into details and the small nitpicky triggering things that made me dislike this woman, so let’s just skip to the point where she mistreats my sister. Nah, she didn’t hit her or anything.

I was trying to finish an assignment this particular day, and my sister is a night owl and she wakes up in and out through her days and nights. She was dead asleep.

The nanny kept calling out to her to come eat, which is nice of her, but since my sister was DEAD ASLEEP so she didn’t respond.

So, like the British guy said when and unconscious person is unconscious, they DON’T FUCKING WANT THE TEA.

So I got up as patient as I could be, and told her to let her sleep. I said in Vietnamese too, I may have an accent but it doesn’t mean you didn’t understand me.

She told me “I was just trying to make her eat.” Which isn’t really her responsibility, according to my dad.

While thinking “NAW YOU DON’T SAY??? AS IF I COULDN’T FIGURE THAT OUT WITH YOU SAYING IT 10 TIMES AT VOLUME 20”, I told her “Okay, but SHE’S SLEEPING.” I even had to gesture what SLEEPING meant as if she was elementary kid. Surely, she wasn’t language-barrier challenged enough to not understand that.

I went to the kitchen table to put up of the food to indicate that she doesn’t need to try to feed her right now, so I’ll just put it away in the fridge because I can see you’re not understanding this concept of one should not try to give an unconscious person TEA.

Please understand, I’m using this tea thing as reference here alright?

So I got the food off the table and I see two ordinary pieces of bread and two bologna patties with a plastic still on. I squinted my eyes at it, and thought “what the fuck??”  But hey, my sister isn’t dumb, the plastic she can take off on her own.

 The sandwich was sitting on a plate on top of a bowl, I looked in the bowl and saw that it was a bowl of melted frozen yogurt. (I made it and forgot to put it back in the freezer apparently, which is still kind of weird to me because I thought for sure I put it away, but honestly can’t prove it.)

One look at it and you could see that it was something not even the sleaziest crappy cook on the show from kitchen nightmares would serve.

You know what frozen yogurt melted looks like right? All the fruit mashed up floats on top of thick pink water. Well it’s usually pink.

Well, maybe the nanny is a shitty cook? That’s just the way she does it and she doesn’t think anything is wrong?

If we didn’t have the nanny in the house, I would have succumbed to the disgusting shit food my step mother made us eat. I’m saying the nanny is a good cook.

So where did I take it after this?

She got on the list. The list of people I want to disappear from my presence.

Dead? No, I don’t want her dead, I just wanted her out, and away from me, my sister and my family. Maybe with a scrape on her knee or a bad bump in the elbow where the funny bone is, or having a bunch of mosquito bites.

She’s a live-in Nanny. Fuck me, right?

She understands currently that I hate her.

Now let’s get on to the point where I get kicked out.

Two days earlier I was so busy with assignments and work that by the time I got home I didn’t eat dinner, I just dropped dead to sleep at 7 and didn’t wake up until 10 am in the morning.

I have 10 hour job so it was just another long shift…  After work during that time, I tried to eat dinner, we had left-overs during that time from the night I didn’t eat, so I wanted to be polite and tried to eat what missed. While everyone else was just eating something new.

There was a hair in it. Gordon Ramsay would have vomited for hours. (it looked like pubic hair) (did I just TMI you?)

I stopped eating after the second bite because if you guessed it I pulled it from my mouth. My step mom has straight hair, and the nanny had curly hair. And if anyone out there has pubic or… you know what never mind, no references here because I can’t tell you if all pubic hair is curly or not, so I straight up thought it was the Nanny’s.

There was no petty malice here when I say this. By the next night I was offered dinner, and sarcastically I said “there’s no hair in right?” because I don’t like the nanny.

My step mom took it as insult towards her. (Because she partially cooks with the Nanny.)

When will I ever learn that Vietnamese people don’t have sense of humor? Specifically, old Vietnamese women?

I’m Vietnamese by the way. And female.

So, the final night, after a hounding day at work, my eye was getting prodded by an un reachable eyelash and my back was killing me. I think I also had a headache.

I was offered dinner once again before going to the bathroom and I said “There’s no hair in it right?” after looking at the dinner table and the nanny was sitting there. On her best behavior, I might add.

And step mom was offended.

My sister was at the dinner table and they all went and ate while I tried to fish out the eyelash. In the bathroom.

I could hear my dad because… it a small house and Vietnamese people talk rather loudly, telling my sister to, “always change her clothes, and brush and shower.”

Which I didn’t care for. The step mom in her usual tone of voice that makes you understand that she’s not fond my sister agreed with my dad.

I didn’t say anything after that because I already said she would just be all like “I’m only taking care of her I’m not bullying her, why you up in my grill??”

The Nanny also agreed, saying “yeah” at the same time as my step mom.

 And my mind tripped and I yelled from the bathroom door “Just let her eat, OH MY GOD”

Because I was sick and tired of them saying this shit every day and that the nanny was crossing boundaries.

I decided not to eat after that because my headache was getting worse and the eyelash was too far in for me to reach, I walked into the kitchen to get my purse so I could lay in my room.

But then my dad and step mom confronted me about my behavior and said I was being “mean”.

To sum up sentences;

“how do you know when YOU cook you don’t have hair in your food?”

“we were only joking, I was only kidding we weren’t bullying you sister”

“YOU’RE so mean” (step mom’s limited engrish)

BLAH BLAH BLAH.

It was also those situations where in a fight, the other party tries their hardest to NOT let you talk, despite demanding answers from you. You know, you’ve had those fights before, right? You probably even started one. No? Well alright then let’s move on.

So, at this point, I was off my rocker. I got my purse and tried to leave, because the situation got petty and I could see that no matter how many times I tried to indicate... Oh right, by the way I tried to say that I wasn’t blaming them for anything I was mostly blaming the nanny. I didn’t think they were bullying my sister I just wanted them to shut the fuck up, and the Nanny to keep her shit mouth to herself. Yeah, I’m not nice. Wow, I really don’t like outsiders in my family. So anyway, I tried to leave because it got petty and it was 2 against one. Next thing you know, my dad yelled “no, we’re not done here”

And I yelled back at him because well, fights make people upset, and fuck you work was exhausting and bitches in the house all mixed into one mother fucking bowl. “NO, WE’RE DONE!“

The moment I yelled back at him, he threw a water bottle at me, and came at me.

And well, this is basically the dialogue in script form.

Me: DON’T TOUCH ME I’LL CALL THE POLICE

Dad: *pushes me* TRY IT, FUCKING TRY IT

Me: DON’T TOUCH ME

Dad: *pushes me* GET OUT OF MY HOUSE

Me: FINE, I’M LEAVING, DON’T TOUCH ME

Dad:*pushes me* GET OUT OF MY HOUSE

Me: DON’T TOUCH ME

Dad:*pushes me* GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE

Me: I’M ALREADY LEAVING, DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME.

 And I get kicked out. I already said it was a you can’t fire me because I quit things.

I’m still pretty angry about it. Like as of now as I’m writing about this.

Ayyy nobody got hurt this time. How nice.

I stayed at a hotel near work afterwards. I found a place within hours but I didn’t move in until 2 days later.

I still worked the next day, because I’m a dedicated idiot who doesn’t like work but has this strong feeling that I have to.

I took on a lot onto my plate. I ended up going to school, working full time and moving at the same time. I haven’t been this tired since riding 6 airplanes in less than a week because of family business.

So yeah, there’s a lot of issues here. So many issues that maybe there no remedy for it. Or maybe I’m really the problem here huh? My unforgiving nature and stubbornness got me into this whole mess.

 I consider a lot to be a mess right now, but I also think this is better. Moving out is just what I needed along time ago. Its just to bad it had to go that way. Though the only thing I regret right now is not being able to sabotage them (not my sister or brother specifically dad step mom and the nanny). Oh, how I wished to sabotage them.

Sigh.

I acted quickly, during the second day before moving in I airbnb’d in a nearby area from where I worked. It was funny because I only planned to use it for a vacation I was thinking on doing, but since the situation happened it was canceled, and yet I got a nine hour vacation at a nice cottage.

I stayed in the cottage while signing contracts to seal the deal on the new apartment which I will not recommend to anybody because it generally sucks. Got like 3 insurances and my name printed in black for people of Austin.

Hey hi how ya doin?

When I told other people about it I only ended up getting annoying reactions where; “why didn’t you get something cheaper?”

“why didn’t you get one that was furnished”

“why didn’t you just bunk with a friend”

Why this, why that…

My only thing to tell you is “I WAS IN A POSITION WHERE I DIDN’T GIVE A FUCK, THAT’S WHY.”

Being kicked out is a common story, but the emotions that go behind it, is no joke.

The apartment thing was something I was already planning, but I was planning on doing it in secret. This situation happened, so the plan went ahead of schedule, and not the way I wanted it.

It was all meant to be.

 So what’s the rest of the story here? If anyone is still reading? Any questions or tips that people should know about?

When getting an apartment with the expected price that you got on the internet, assume they’ll charge you 200 or 300 more, if you have a car.

At the time with my emotions in disarray, I said yes to anything, so I ended up with a bad apartment. So if you can get yourself to be at a moderate mood, don’t get an apartment that have the stove next to a wall, and the bathroom has a closet where it’s a sliding door mirror and the mirror is there and the door can backhand smash it.

Asian brooms are the best.

Swiffer is nice.

Steal shit form your parents. If you got a bad wrap with them, take one shoe from their favorite pair and hide it. Maybe not hide it just in a place where its questionably 25 feet away.

If they got a Bluetooth car, disconnect their phone from them once you find their key.

If there’s a clean sink, put a super dirty dish in it… Ahhh, I was never this mischievous before.

Alright time to conclude this:

I recommend reading this helpful article that I read 2 years before this whole incident, and took it into consideration, then remembered it in my time of need.

http://thriftytricks.com/moving-out-for-the-first-time/

I also recommend the list pdf this person provided.

This may not be the best advice but take it into consideration and decide for yourself.

I didn’t leave just because of that night of being kicked out into the stormy heavy rain (I’m laughing right now but I’m not exaggerating, after I got kicked out it was already bad weather, and the roads were flooding. Typing this up a month later thinking back, that, even though I skidded a lot and almost crashed and died. Driving in the rain with emotion stirred can do that.) I left mostly because I didn’t want to be hurt anymore. Mentally and physically. Especially physically.

Understand this, my family and me always had bad blood. Instead of moving out, I could have just camped out at work and comeback to the house after a short while, and forget the whole thing happened.

You walk into a room where everybody was talking, then they become silent? Tells you a lot.

When something happens and they blame you for it, even if it wasn’t your fault, what does that tell you? You speak, but no one listens. Honestly, I was used to it. I could sigh over the annoyance and just wait out the grief till the next day.

It’s all very small things, so little that it’s not drastic enough to make a person move out.

But we don’t stay young forever. The chances we missed won’t stay either. I had to put up with that nonsense since I was 18, I’m 24 now and that I left a month ago.

I might not know what I’m doing, but its better I’ve ever felt in a long time.

The only issue I’m facing now is that I don’t really have a plan… I am constantly thinking, trying to keep my body afloat, I would say head, but I’m not there yet.

I’m not a guru for shit, but I do think that if you have a relationship that you KNOW can’t mend, don’t stick around. If there’s no one who appreciates you for anything that you do, and don’t even give back or apologize for what wrong they did to you (or turn it around and blame their faults on you) just leave. You don’t have to leave the house like I did, but have self-respect and live for you.