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SUPER RICH KIDS ━ psh

pairing : richboy!sunghoon x fem!reader genre : sort of strangers to lovers, mix of angst and fluff but mostly fluff, sort of in an unspoken but aware relationship at the end warnings : mentions of fake friends, drug usage, and backstabbing, not proofread, excessive use of commas lol.. i think that’s it synopsis : the last person you expected to have a connection with was park sunghoon but you were proven wrong wc : 1.1k a/n : first fic of the new year LESSGOO. yes this is heavy inspo off of super rich kids by frank ocean AND this is dedicated to my lizzie bear larb u

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“eating alone are you?” sunghoon spoke, making you look up from your lunchbox. he entered the dark corridor where you sat and looked down at you. “if you’re here to make fun of me then go away” you sighed out, taking a bite of the rice ball you made this morning. “i could, but that’s no fun is it?” he said, sitting down on the other side of the narrow hallway, stretching his legs out so they were right next to you. he crossed his arms and looked down in his lap. 

“surprised you’re sitting down, i figured a rich kid like you wouldn’t want to get his fancy clothes dirty” you scoffed making sunghoon roll his eyes at you. “oh shut it, i couldn’t care less about clothes right now, don’t you have any friends to eat lunch with?” you let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “i could ask you the very same thing” you mumbled back, taking another bite of your rice ball. 

in your four years of attending this academy never has park sunghoon ever willingly talked to you. he acknowledged your existence which was better than what he did to most, but that never meant you were off limits to the constant teasing and remarks from his friend group. that was the norm for you, a non wealthy kid, to be going to a school surrounded by rich kids. always on the outside looking in. 

“isn’t it pathetic, i mean to not have any friends” sunghoon looked at you, tilting his head. you couldn’t tell if he meant that in a sincere way or a taunting way, either way your answer would’ve been the same. “i’d rather not have any friends than have ones who betray me” you said, mouth suddenly feeling bitter that the thought of your ‘friend’ who backstabbed you in the worst way possible. “i agree” sunghoon mumbled, now looking down at the floor. you furrowed your brows, “weren’t you just with them earlier?” making him roll his eyes once more. 

he shook his head, sitting up a little straighter. “you wouldn’t get it” you raised your eyebrow and sat up straighter as well, setting your lunchbox down, crossing your arms and staring back at him. “try me.” he sighed out and threw his head back, “i found out everyone in my life hates me, and my best friend slept with my ex-girlfriend.” you furrowed your brows, still looking at him. he adjusted his head straighter, looking back at you. “i feel like everything is so fake now, that this idea i had of them is just gone.” you nodded, pursing your lips in thought. you hesitated before speaking up. 

“i mean, did you really think they were your real friends?” 

“what.” 

you shrugged and threw your hands up, “your name holds value sunghoon, i’m sure you know that and i’m more than sure they did too.” sunghoon clenched his jaw and rolled his eyes again, clearly annoyed about what you were insinuating. deep down though he knew you were right, it was true. “guess no amount of wealth can get me a friend” he laughed dryly making you frown slightly. just before you could speak up, the bell for lunch rang out. you silently got together your things and stood up, sunghoon did as well. just before sunghoon left, you stopped him. “same time tomorrow?” you said, making him look back at stare at you before he walked off without a word. 

…

you didn’t expect much but sunghoon was there the next day and the day after and the day after. soon enough you had been eating lunch in that same hallway for one whole month. in that time you had gotten to know sunghoon more, causing the both of you to open up and confide in one another. you learned more about sunghoons fake friends and he learned about your friend, it was weird how one common thread could bring you two so close. 

“all they do is get high off their face, i don’t think im missing out much” sunghoon said, speaking of his friend groups infamous parties making you laugh. “and drinking ancient liquor” you added making sunghoon laugh along with you. the two of you sat next to one another, sharing whatever lunch you had packed for yourself that day. you quickly realized that sunghoon hadn’t ever had home cooked lunches, it was always dinner at a fancy restaurant or some world renowned private chef making luxury meals. it was odd, despite your differences you hadn’t expected sunghoon to grow so close to you. 

it fell silent between the two of you as you silently ate your food. sunghoon finally broke the silence with an interesting statement. “im finally gonna confront them, about it all” he turned to you, you giving him a shocked expression. “really?” he nodded, taking a sip of the water bottle you brought for him. “i have evidence and proof of everything so im gonna confront them tonight and i think it’ll all end.. my friendship between them” the two of you held eye contact in silence over sunghoons words, a part of you was proud of him the other part felt sorry for him. 

he looked ahead at the wall across from you two, setting down the sandwich you made. “it’s weird how i went from having it all to nothing. like no one even cares anymore” he sighed out, making you frown softly. you hesitated before reaching for his hand and intertwining your fingers. “you have me, i care for you” you breathed out, making sunghoon look in your eyes. you both felt that. 

that weird feeling where everything clicks, where you feel.. okay after not feeling okay for months. that feeling where nothing else matters except the person sitting right beside you. that feeling when you tell this person more things that you don’t even tell your family. that feeling of pure infatuation and almost love. maybe you loved sunghoon or maybe you just strongly liked him. whatever it was it was real and you both could feel it but you could feel it even more in this moment. 

“i care for you too,” he said, still lost in your eyes. maybe that was your way of saying you liked each other but it didn’t matter because the message was across, he didn’t jerk his hand away from yours when you reached for it but instead he scooched closer to you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as the two of you stared at the wall across from you. 

teenage love wasn’t something you desired but maybe, unknowingly, you found it when you least expected it. 

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𝓇𝒶𝒻𝑒𝓎𝓈𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒷𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓉𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒

𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙/𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖉𝖚𝖑𝖊

⚠️ warnings contain spoilers ⚠️

Mean!Rafe, Bully!Rafe, bulling, Rafe is an ass, name calling, degredation, swearing, drinking, smoking, drug usage, kissing, praise, size kink, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), oral (male receiving), rough oral, multiple orgasms, spanking, violence, fighting, ownership kink, pet names, multiple POVs, violence, gore, horror, stalking, blood mentioned, gaslighting, lovers to enemies to lovers, reader is quick to forgive, mentions of mutual masterbation, teasing, cheating, possessive Rafe, jealousy

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂: Sweetheart! Reader isn't from the OBX. She met Kiara (roomate) at college and quickly became friends with the Pogues. The group decided to join the reader, working at Camp Salem which she attended every summer since she was little. After junior high she became a camp counselor herself. Sweetheart!Reader is just that, a sweetheart. She's a lover-girl and quick to forgive. She's hard to read regarding her sexual experience-her sweetness is irresistible to Rafe. He fantasizes about corrupting her and stripping her of that. Sweetheart!Reader wears her heart on her sleeve, making her the perfect target for her bully, Rafe Cameron.

𝓡𝓪𝓯𝓮’𝓼 𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂: Canon-wise this Rafe is the closest to Season 1 Rafe. He is the definition of touch starved, touched but untouched, craving intimacy because it makes him feel better, even if it's just for a few moments. The only awful thing he did in his past in this AU is to be an asshole to the Pogues. He and the Kook trio are serving community service hours assigned from the university at Camp Salem after getting in trouble for something at the end of the last school year (undisclosed drinking violation). This being something they couldn't pay their way out of.

Reader’s POV:

You wrap your towel around your wet hair, twisting it in place before gathering your toiletries, stepping toward the door into the night. It’s late as hell, the camp almost completely dark, but you needed to wash the night off you.

You hike through the clearing, following the path from the shower house to the sidewalk, returning to your bunk. All of the lights in Rafe’s cabin are off; a part of you hoping that the light would be on so you could stop by and apologize for leaving things the way you did… He was right. In the morning, he’d gone. Nothing would be resolved. The two of you would go separate ways until you ran into each other in the fall. But maybe that’s for the best.

SNAP.

Your head turns on a swivel, looking into the woods. A squirrel hops out of a tree onto the grass, bounding into the darkness. The little spike in your heart rate falls almost as fast as it rose.

SNAP.

There’s another crack, leaves rustle in the distance. Your heart starts to pick up speed again as you try your best to concentrate on your surroundings, but it’s so dark. You shine your flashlight toward the path of the sound, watching as a shadow shifts in the trees. “Hello?” Your voice comes out small and feeble. It’s Rafe… It’s gotta be. Maybe JJ? Assholes. “Ha. Ha.” You fake a laugh, tone dripping with disgust.

You look toward Rafe’s cabin, now lit. Rafe walks past the window with a beer, passing it to Kelce. Your heart starts to pick up pace again as you become more and more conscious of the sounds around you, each seemingly more threatening than the last. You scream bloody murder as a big figure moves past you fast in the direction of safety, leading you to flee in the opposite direction.

You sprint into the woods, branches whipping against your face and body as you maneuver from whatever terrors are behind you. Your lungs burn as you race faster than ever, stumbling and clinging to trees as you do your best to stay on your feet. “HELP ME!” You shriek as you cut to the left, racing along the woods on the backside of the cabins toward your own bunk. “HELP ME. PLEASE.”

You can hear the pounding of feet against the earth behind you, too terrified to look back, knowing that if you do, you’ll lose ground. Panic courses through your system as the noises around you get louder and louder. Just a little further.

You tumble over the brush onto the land below, hitting the forest floor with a bang. You look back for a second, catching the shadow of a towering figure, making it all that more real. He walks toward you as you claw your way to your feet, struggling through the damp ground, blundering to stand. You feel a hand slam against your back, grabbing your arm as well, jerking you the rest of the way to your feet.

“Rafe!” You gasp.

“We gotta get somewhere safe,” he whispers sharply as he takes his hand in yours, dragging you toward your cabin. You glance over your shoulder, looking back to the woods, watching the shadow of the man unmoved. “C’mon,” he pleads for you to move faster, dragging you through the woods toward your bunk.

“Why are you out here?” You pant.

“I saw you,” he huffs. “I saw you walkin’ back from the showers at night by yourself. Are you fuckin’ crazy?” He scolds. “Then I heard you screamin’. There’s someone in the fuckin’ woods. He grabs the door to your cabin, pulling it open before slamming it shut, throwing the lock closed, shoving a chair under the handle. “Where the hell are Zoey and Laura?”

“I don’t know. I don’t fuckin’ know,” you panic, the two of you fall to the old wooden floor, scurrying against the wall, falling out of sight. Your heart continues to pound in your chest, anxiety and fear, making it impossible to think clearly. Rafe looks down at you, clasping your hand in his.

“It’ll be alright. Okay?”

You pinch your eyes shut, nodding fast. “Do you think it was JJ? It had to be-”

“I’m so sorry, Y/n,” he whispers.

“What? I said ‘do you think it was JJ?’”

“Probably… I’m so sorry, Y/n,” he tries again.

“It’s fine,” you answer quickly, knowing he wants more from you.

“It’s not fine-”

“Rafe! We can’t do this right now. Are you fucking kidding me? There’s someone in the woods chasin’ us, and you want to talk about us. Are you serious right now?” Rafe takes a deep breath, running his hand through his bangs, gritting his teeth as he tries his best to comply with your wishes but he just can’t.

“It’s important.”

Your eyes tighten on his; your fear shifting to anger as well. “You’ve had months to talk to me, Rafe, and you chose right now to have another heart-to-heart?”

“I need you to understand how I feel.” His voice wavers.

“You're unbelievable.”

“Ya know what. Fine,” he huffs, through hurt feelings. You look back at him in disbelief, shaking your head. Crawling to your knees, you lift the curtain, staring down the line of cabins—everything’s still. “Y/n…”

“Fuck, Rafe! What?” You snap in annoyance as you reach for your toiletry bag, fishing out your walkie-talkie.

“STOP!” He gasps, resting his hand on it, stopping you.

“Why? I need to make sure everyone else is okay. I need to know if it was JJ or not.” Rafe keeps his hand on top of yours, looking back at you shamefully before hanging his head. No… Your anger builds as you look at him, the man too guilty to even make eye contact. “You didn’t…”

“I’m sorry…” He whispers. ”It was Topper. Okay? I’m sorry.”

“RAFE, LOOK AT ME,” you scream, showing him your body covered in dirt and gashes. “I could have gotten really hurt. If I had a weapon, I would have killed Topper. Why would you do this?”

He takes a deep breath. The weight of your questions all valid; his behavior inexcusable yet again, and he knows it. “You weren’t gonna fuckin’ talk to me. You weren’t gonna let me be alone with you. You were done with me. I just wanted to get you alone. Zoey and Laura are fine. Okay? I paid ‘em a hundred bucks each to hang out at the cabin with the boys.”

”They’re in on it too?” You ask disgustedly.

“No. Fuck, just me and the boys. I told Zoey I wanted a night alone with you and that Topper and Kelce were sad saps with no fuckin’ game. Okay? They think they’re doin’ us a favor. Nothin’ more.”

“A favor,” you laugh ailingly, looking back at him in disbelief.

“I needed to get you alone. I needed you to listen.”

“And you thought terrorizing me first was the best way to do it? I was looking at your cabin. I was walking down from the showers looking for a light in your bunk so I could apologize to you for how I left things… You know. LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!”

“I’m sorry,” he blubbers.

“‘I’m sorry. I’m SO sorry. I'm fucking sorry, y/n.’” You mock him, at your wit’s end. “Why can’t you just act normally? Huh? Why couldn’t you just apologize to me before? Why did you have to terrorize me all fuckin’ year? Why couldn’t you have just used your goddamn words for something good? What kind of logic led you to this, Rafe?”

“Stop, please. Just stop yellin’ at me. I’m just fuck— I’m sorry.”

“Stop yelling at you? Fuck you! I have every right to yell at you. You know what a dick you are?” You scream, your voice rising as you stand up, backing away from him, heart pounding. He stands with you, arms up, trying to calm you down, but you're too upset.

“Stop, sweetheart,” he pleads as he reaches for you.

“Sweetheart? Sweetheart, Rafe? Bitch, whore, slut, priss, prude. Those are just some of the names you’ve called me TODAY and now I'm sweetheart?”

He grabs you and you fight against him, trying to break out of his grasp, shoving and banging on his chest as tears flood your eyes. “Stop, baby. I'm sorry. I'm fucking sorry. Stop,” he whispers, his voice soft and coarse, an undercurrent of pleading flowing beneath. He's not giving in, unwilling to let go, still letting you get your jabs in.

“Let. Me. Go.”

“No. I'm not gonna let you go.”

“FUCK!”

You stop completely, hiccuping and battling for breath. Your eyes lift open, face to face with Rafe, chests rising and falling together. Your muscles soften, shoulders falling; Rafe wraps his big arms around you, hearts banging against each other. Rafe turns his head, the warmth of words ghosting across your sweat-glassed skin. “Please listen to me. I swear I'll leave you alone,” he whispers, his words tight with sentiment. You tilt back, looking for his face. Rafe lowers himself to his knees in front of you submissively. “M’begging you… Just let me explain myself. Just let me apologize, princess. I don't deserve anymore of your time, but I'm begging you for it.” His eyes sparkle with tears as he continues to plead wordlessly for your forgiveness. His eyes shut, tears tumbling down his flushed cheeks as his chin quivers.

Rafe… Him leaving me alone is the last thing I want.

Leaning down you claim his lips, kissing him soft and sweet, shattering the tension. Rafe’s eyes flutter open, completely caught off guard before they close again. You reach out, wiping your thumbs across his cheeks as you cup his face, catching his tears. For the first time in months, the weight has lifted. Rafe wraps his arms around you, standing up again, his large hands grab your waist, trembling slightly. He leans in, resting his forehead against yours, hoping you’ll speak. You exhale slowly as you realize just how much you needed that…

“I’m listening,” you whisper, barely above a breath.

His eyes swell with a storm of emotions—pain, shame, and that bitterness he’s been carrying for months. “Thank you…” He says, his voice trembling with feelings. “ I - I tried to move on. I thought I could, but I can’t. It’s like… nothing works anymore. I’ve been depressed—ever since I lost you. Being with other people used to help, distract me… but not anymore. Nothing helps. I got so angry, really fuckin’ angry because I kept telling myself I could get over it. But all I’ve done is watch you from a distance, and it’s driving me crazy. It makes me hate myself because I’m the one who messed it all up. I pushed you away, and now… Now, I’m paying for it.” His frustration and sadness pours out in a confession that’s been held for too long; it breaks something inside you, too, hearing how upset he is. He’s not angry at anyone but himself, consumed by shame and fear; clashing with the reality that it might be too late to fix anything.

He pulls you closer, expecting you to tug away, but you don’t. “I’m bad at this. Alright? I don’t know how to tell people how I feel. I don’t know how to act. I'm selfish, y/n. I'm an awful fuckin’ person. I don’t deserve you. I know that. But I cannot stop thinkin’ about you. It makes me so mad that you are so deep in my head. I was tryin’ my best to leave you alone all year, pushing you away by bein’ a complete ass. Why would you want to be with someone who treats you like shit? I like you… Way too fuckin’ much. N’I haven’t been with anyone since I lost you. I'm not gonna lie to you I tried but it just wasn't working. I'm the worst version on myself, y/n. And, that's really fuckin’ bad.” You look back at him as tears pool in your eyes, completely overwhelmed yourself, still not over the mess in the woods or the truths leaving Rafe’s lips.

“What did you think was gonna happen, Rafe?” You ask shakily. “You were gonna scare me to death, save me, and everything would be okay?”

He bites his cheek, brows pinched together as he hears just how ridiculous that sounds. “I mean… Yeah. That’s exactly what I was hopin’ would happen,” he sighs. “Maybe you’d stop hatin’ me and see how much I care. I don’t fuckin’ know. Didn't think that far ahead. I was fuckin’ desperate, y/n,” he sighs.

“You wanna know what you could have done, Rafe?” You mumble as he looks up at you with puffy, tear-filled eyes, making your heart melt at the pitiful man. “You could have just stayed for the rest of the summer and tried to make it work. Earned my trust. Stopped being such a fuckin’ dick.” He hangs his head and nods, taking in every word.

Rafe breathes deeply, holding in his breath before pressing it out nice and slow. ”I hate it here. You know?” He mutters.

“We all know.”

“I’d do it for you… But fuck, this place sucks,” he sighs tiredly.

“Why did you choose this instead of doing something else? Why here?”

“You remember when we went to breakfast at that shitty diner downtown?”

“Mhmm…”

“Well, I remember you tellin’ me that you came here every summer. And when the dean asked me where I wanted to complete my probation hours, it was an easy choice.” You reach over, caressing his bruised, tear-soaked cheek in your hand. He melts into your touch, his beautiful blue eyes opening on yours. “Every time I spit that bullshit, it was just that—all the mean things I threw at you, it was all a lie. I didn’t mean any of it.” He swallows hard, his thumbs brushing lightly over your fingers as if he still can’t believe you're letting him speak. “I never stopped wanting you,” he whispers. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“I know,” you whisper.

“I said some awful shit to you.”

“You did.”

“I did…” He mumbles pathetically, his eyes glass over like he’s recalling each one. “You were right; that night, you told me I was a boy, not a man. I’ve been actin’ like that since. I’ll work on it, I swear. I'm just sorry-”

“I forgive you,” you stop him in a gentle tone, whispering those three words he was hoping you’d say. Rafe stares at you in disbelief, letting it sink in.

“I don’t deserve that,” he whispers, hoping you won’t agree again, knowing it’s not what he deserves. “I don’t think I’ll ever be done apologizing.” Rafe leans in this time, pressing another kiss against your lips. “So… Am I stealin’ you from, Heyward?” He asks, already knowing the answer. You shake your head ‘no,’ making him smile.

“Just tryin’ to make you jealous,” you admit.

“It worked,” he answers quickly. “It worked a little too well.”

You sigh, anger fading as you look back at the beautiful man before you. “Are you gonna stay?” You ask. Rafe grabs your hand, kissing your palm, basking in your request.

“‘Course I’ll stay. It might kill me, though,” he laughs weakly.

“You might enjoy it a little more now,” you smile as you step a little closer, feeling your body warm up.

“Why’s that?” Rafe asks coyly as he tilts his head, giving you a look that has you all but falling to your knees.

“Guess we’ll see how the night goes.”

“Yeah?” He asks surprisedly.

“Mhmm…”

“Well, damn…. You don’t really hate me. Do you?”

“I hated how you were acting, but I’ve never hated you, Rafe.”

“Never ever,” He asks, his voice deep, just a little playful, making the two of you smile as you both push closer and closer.

”Never…” You whisper against his lips, feeling him smile against yours.

“What about five minutes ago? You were pretty mad, princess.”

“That was mean, Rafe Cameron.”

“I’m sorry,” he sighs. “You still think I’m a pussy?” Rafe asks as he cocks an eyebrow.

“Depends…”

“Depends, baby? What the hell?” He drawls with a husky laugh as he puts his large hand on your thigh, squeezing tight.

“Are you gonna take what you want-”

Rafe’s lips crash into yours as you give him the green light. The two of you ripping off clothes between deep, heated kisses until all that’s left is your skin against his. Rafe pulls you into his lap, slowing down the pace enough to savor your kiss just like he did the first night you were together, making it that much sweeter.

He wraps his big arms around you tightly, laying you down on the bed. “Oh shit,” he gasps, letting out a lusty laugh as you roll yourself on top, straddling his lap, bearding your weight on your hands, pressed against his firm chest. His heart races underneath as he looks up at you in awe, holding your hips in his large hands, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, following your movements as you grind your wet pussy on his hard dick. “You a virgin?” The question lingers in the air, raw and vulnerable as you hesitate, unsure how to answer. Before you can say a word, his expression changes—something dark flickers across light eyes. His jaw tightens, Rafe shakes his head, pulling back slightly as if the very thought is unbearable “I can’t hear it. I can’t handle it,” he sighs. “I don’t even know why I asked. Just the thought of you with someone else, it—it kills me. I can’t stand it. No one existed before me. Understand?” He huffs, his word fading to a deep moan as you move your hand between your thighs, wrapping your fingers around his thick dick, tilting your body closer.

You breathe against his mouth as you stroke his long length nice and slow. “That goes for you too, Rafe. And after…” His eyes roll back as you feed his possessive side. A deep, gravelly moan thunders in his throat as you kiss along his jawline.

“There’s no one before or after, baby. You're mine.” Rafe’s head falls deeper into the pillow, giving you access to his skin, your lips taking purchase of his neck, kissing lower and lower, his muscles tightening under your soft touches. You tease him with the tip of your tongue, tracing his deep v-line as you work your way between his thighs, finally getting a good look at his rock-hard cock; pussy pulsing, body aching to be stuffed full of him.

You wrap your fingers around his dick, holding him straight, licking along the side of his dick, making him moan needily. Your tongue travels across his hard skin, exploring every inch, taunting him some more. He grips your hair suddenly, making you gasp, goosebumps fanning across his thick thighs. You flick your eyes at him, catching his rapid breathing.

"Y/n... Please," he begs, causing a smirk to stretch across your lips.

“After all that teasing, Rafey, you don’t think you deserve some of that treatment,” you mock.

A little trail of precum rolls down the side of his heavy cock, making your mouth water. You trace the trail of his vein, making him shudder out a breath. “You’re bullying me…” He pouts as he shakes his head and smiles, the man on cloud nine, as you kiss and suck on his head sloppily. “N’you’re tellin’ me I coulda had these pretty lips wrapped around my dick for the last year,” he lauds as you rub his tip against your pillowy lips, his swollen head sheened with spit.

Rafe rests his big hands on the top of your head, scratching his rough fingertips in your hair, causing your eyes to fall shut. You take his cue, wrapping your lips around him, taking him inch by inch. "Yeah, baby. Just like that," he groans. Rafe guides you, stroking his cock with your mouth, pitching his hips, driving his tip to the back of your throat, causing you to gag. You suck in your cheeks, keeping your lips tight around his thick cock, feeling a slight ache in your jaw as you bob up and down. “Ugh, shit - Mmphf… You’re so fuckin’ good at suckin’ dick. Fucking hell,” he praises.

You add your hand, working him closer and closer to his peak. Your wrist moves in tandem with your mouth, laboring messily, thoroughly coating his cock with your saliva, slurping and squelching, making his toes curl with each stroke of your fist. Praise falls from his lips as he mutters incoherently, trying to keep his eyes on yours.

Rafe’s grip on your hair tightens as a husky moan releases from his lips. You take him deep in your throat before sucking back to his tip, pulling a pathetic whimper from his mouth as he looks back at you, watching as tears roll down your cheeks. Rafe reaches out, brushing them away with his thumb before sucking it clean as you stroke his cock in your hand. "Fuck you look good, princess, Mmm... Gonna cum-”

"Where do you want it," you whisper warmly against his throbbing dick.

"Mouth… Fuck, I wanna cum in that pretty fuckin’ mouth," he pleads as your lips circle him again, spit seeping down to his balls. The sensation and pleasure of it all sends him over the edge. Rafe’s toned hips jolt upwards, thighs trembling and flexing tightly. “Fuckk, y/n,” he moans as his sticky load paints the back of your throat. His eyes pinch shut, cock throbbing on your tongue as you milk out his last bits of pleasure. You draw your lips off him slowly, Rafe’s big body melting into your bed. "Co’mere, princess," he whispers drunkenly, sighing as you slink higher, working toward his lips. “You’re my girl,” he mumbles between kisses. “My fuckin’ girl.”

"M’Yours, Rafe,” you whisper, kissing deeply.

“No more makin’ me jealous. Aight? Makes me fuckin’ crazy.”

“You don’t say,” you chuckle breathily, rubbing your thumb across his bruised cheek.

“Honestly, it scares me how much I like you, y/n. Thinking about anyone else getting to be with you, getting that… Fuck, baby. It’s too much to think about. That was so much better than I imagined…” You lean down, kissing him nice and slow, tasting a slight tinge of blood from his split lip. He hums against your lips, taking in the sweetness of your chapstick and the taste of himself lingering as well.

“You think about me?”

“All the time. Thought about you suckin’ my dick way too much,” he laughs as he rubs his hands over his eyes. "Are you gonna let me take care of you, princess?" You bite your lip and nod as Rafe rolls you to your back, staring down at you with lust-filled eyes, the damp fringe of his bangs skimming his forehead. He leans down for a kiss, claiming your mouth; his tongue works between your lips, reeling slow.

Rafe leaves your kiss, working toward your jaw, sucking along your neck, making you moan. "You make some pretty sweet sounds, y/n," he sighs as he moves to your chest, kissing and nipping at your skin. “Bet you’re pussy’s even sweeter.” His mouth makes its way over to your nipple, tracing and flicking, blowing lightly, making your back arch off the mattress of the small bunk.

Goosebumps spread across your skin as he works lower, following the curve of your waist with his rough fingers. Rafe lowers himself, landing between your thighs, nearing your cunt with a smile. "Shit, y/n," he pants as his hand grazes your pussy, running his large fingers through your slick folds. You purr at his touch. "So fuckin' wet for me," he rasps. You gasp as he hooks your legs in his big biceps, pulling you close.

“I-” You feel your heart start to race again as Rafe licks a line up your slit, circling softly when he reaches your clit. “I - shit. I haven’t done this before.”

Rafe moans into your pussy at the sound of your admittance. Your thighs draw in, squeezing his broad shoulders. He gropes your legs, pushing you against the mattress, looking up at you with a fire in his eyes. “Never?” He asks curiously. You shake your head ‘no’, staring back at him with doll-like eyes that has him yearning to corrupt you in any way he can.

“No. I just haven’t done this…”

“Saving it for me. Huh?” He toys as he kisses down the inside of your thighs, nibbling at your sensitive skin, making you mewl. The warmth of his breath hits your soaked core, making you whimper at the new sensation. Rafe’s tongue hits you again, brushing from side to side. You wiggle away slightly; your sensitivity at an all-time high but Rafe doesn't let up, curling his arms tighter, pulling you even closer than before.

"Fuck, Rafe," you pant.

"Mmm... Look at you. Takin’ my mouth so well, princess. Feels good. Huh?" He hums as he works a little lower, spitting on your pussy, teasing your entrance with his tongue.

"So good," you weep, bucking your hips. His nose brushes against your clit; tongue slipping in and out. Your thighs start to tremble. "Oh, Rafe... So—So fucking good,” you babble as he licks a stripe up your silk, landing on your clit again. You glance down, meeting his eyes, his half-lidded stare brimming with pleasure, pussy-drunk off your taste. He plunges two thick fingers in your entrance, making you cry out.

"Such a good little slut for me,” he burns, fucking you with his digits.

"Yes. Fuck!"

"Say it."

"I'm a good — oh.”

"Say it, princess. You don’t want me to stop. Do you?” He bullies.

“If you stop— Fuck. If you stop…” He robs you of your words completely as he sucks down on your clit.

“If I stop. What? You threatenin’ me?” He mumbles against your drenched cunt, giving you a sleazy laugh before slapping your pussy.

"Fuck! I'm a little slut for-” Rafe cuts you off yet again with two curled fingers, hitting that special spot. You feel yourself tightening around his hand as you near your bliss.

"For who, now? Loss for words, princess?"

"Shit," you snivel. “S-Stop teasing me, or I'm not gonna let you fuck me. How does that sound?”

"Oh shit. Yeah? Really? Fuck, princess… You - You want to? You want that?" He asks in a barrage of words, his tone needy and charged with desperation. He replaces his tongue with his thumb, fingers thrusting wildly.

"Yes! Yes, Rafe," you squeal as you cum for him, clenching around his big fingers. You soak his hand and the sheet below, back arching as Rafe continues to please you, applying firm pressure, bottoming you out with his hand.

"That’s my girl," he praises as he watches you writhe in pleasure. You relax around him, fighting for a breath. Rafe draws his fingers out slowly, bringing them to his lips, sucking them clean, tasting your essence. "Mmm... Fuck me," he groans as his eyes roll back.

Rafe pulls you into his chest, holding you close as you come down from your high, kissing your neck, your cheeks, your lips, anywhere and everywhere he can reach “How was that, y/n?” He smiles against your kiss. “Think you’d wanna do that again?” He brushes your hair off your dewy skin, kissing your forehead and the tip of your nose before meeting your lips as you come down from your high.

“You can’t leave. Please promise me you’ll stay,” you plead through panting breaths, making him chuckle and smile.

“Goddamn… That good. Huh?”

“So good. Oh my god,” you mumble as you bask in the afterglow of your orgasm. You look at him, giving him a smile that has him melting.

“Can’t believe I treated you so bad. I’m gonna make it up to you. I promise. How could I treat someone so fuckin’ perfect like I did? Huh?” He mutters as he kisses your neck and chest.

”Not sure,” you whisper, feeling butterflies in your stomach as his eyes flick to yours, hanging on to every word. “But, you can start makin’ it better.”

“Mhmm… I caught that little threat,” he breathes, his smile heard in his low tone. “Were you serious or just fuckin’ with me? That's cruel. But, I’d deserve it,” you pull back, catching his pouted lip.

"You're my weakness, Rafe,” you whisper, watching a smirk tug on the corner of his lips. “I wanna feel you inside me.”

"Shittt… S’that so?" He bites his lip, hearing exactly what he wanted to hear. “How are you so forgiving? Why are you bein’ so nice to me?” He asks as he crawls to your lips; hard cock dragging against your tummy, smudging precum along your warm skin. Rafe lays himself down on top of you, pinning you to the bed. He grabs your cheeks with one hand, kissing your lips roughly.

“‘Cause I like you. You’re showing me how much you care… That’s all I wanted, Rafe. I just want to be all you wanted. I think I am-”

“You are.” He stops you. “You… You are all I want, Y/n. I'm gonna make you feel that.”

“I need it, Rafe.”

"So damn needy, baby doll. I love it," he croons as he leans in, breathing heavily with you as he swirls his fat tip around your drooling hole, pressing in just enough to make your mouth fall in a soft “o,” moaning into his mouth at the stretch. “Mmm, fuck. Sounded better than I dreamed it would," he mutters; thrusting into you roughly, giving you all of him, making you scream his name. "Fuck, sweetheart. Keep goin’. Yeah? Keep saying my name," he lives as he grips your thighs, slinging them over his big shoulders. Your eyes widen as his large cock stretches you out; Rafe presses his full weight into you, making your trembling hands reach for his hips.

“So deep, Rafe,” you blubber.

“Too much?” You bite down on your bottom lip, shaking your head ‘no’. “So damn tight. Mmpfh - Shit. This fucking pussy, princess.” Rafe starts to move, rolling and snapping his hips into you at the perfect pace. His gold chain sways with each movement, Rafe’s eyes rolling back as you catch it between your teeth. Your eyes flutter shut as you toe the line between pleasure and pain, the knot in your belly threatens to break. "Look at that baby… Holy shit,” he chuckles raspily. His large hand rests on your lower stomach; the tip of his big cock making a slight bulge in your tummy.

Rafe drops your thighs from his shoulders, taking a bruising grip on your hips, fucking into you rough and fast, causing the hardware of the bunkbed clatter. You grab his wrists from your hips, dragging them up your body, curling them to your neck, urging him to squeeze. “Thought you were innocent…” He smiles as he tightens his hold even more, making you choke and sputter. Your rapid pulse raps against his palm, the metal of his rings chilling your dewy skin.

"Tighter," you pant. Rafe laughs wickedly, applying further pressure, making your eyes fall closed, breasts bouncing with each thrust. Rafe lifts his hand, slapping your cheek just enough to sting. Your pussy tightens around his cock, you, holding back your release knowing he won’t let you cum ‘til he says so.

"Don’t cum. Don’t fuckin’ do it," he drawls, saying those words aloud. Blessing your ears with the type of shit you only dreamed about when you were pleasing yourself to the thought of him.

"Rafe... I." You stutter as you feel your pleasure about to burn through you. "I can't..."

"Mmm... Not until I tell you. You understand?"

"Please!" You moan. You can't hold back your bliss even if you tried. Your climax claims your body. "Rafe, fuck!" You sob. He continues to rail you, not letting up. You force your eyes open, meeting his stare; Rafe quickly hides his smile.

"What the fuck did I say, y/n?

"I'm so-” He cuts you off with his big fingers pushing through your kiss-swollen lips, landing on your tongue.

“Suck.” Rafe draws his fingers down to your clit, circling them quickly. You feel yourself right back at the edge of ecstasy; your eyes start to fall shut as exhaustion sets in. “Look at me, or I might just stop.” He slows his strokes, hands toiling slower as he threatens to cease altogether, smiling at you darkly.

"What? N-No. Don't fucking stop," you whimper as you stare into his beautiful blue eyes.

“Fuck. You’re too easy to tease, baby. You look so pretty when you’re worked up… When you’re fuckin’ desperate,” he breathes as he picks up the pace again. “That’s gonna be a hard habit to break.” He lowers himself to your lips, his muscular body clapping against you again and again. “You like it though. Don’t you?”

“Y-Yeah. Fuck. I love it.”

“I knew it. M’not gonna tease you anymore, but I want you to be a good girl and cum f’me. Think you can do that?” His mumbles between kisses. "Can you say my name? It sounds so fucking good, y/n... So fucking good."

"Yeah, Rafe. Fuck," you whine. "Are you-" You start, voice cutting short, as pleasure takes complete control.

"Yeah, baby, I am. Fuck. I'm right there." You pull him in tighter, hooking your ankles around his trim waist, praising his name as he worships you. "Y/n... Ugh, shit," he groans, hips pumping one last time, filling you full. He kisses you deeply, breathing heavily with you as tears of pleasure wet your cheeks. “M’not fuckin’ leaving you.”

Rafe wraps the blanket around your shoulder, pulling you in closer, the warmth of his big body presses against yours. Your head falls against his chest, taking in the silence of the night. Everything changed for the better; apologies were said, plans were made for the fall; the rest of the summer ahead of you both. Rafe rests a cigarette between his lips, thumbing his lighter, the flickering of the flame glowing on his beautiful features in the darkness. He takes a drag, casting smoke up into the dim sky.

It’s silent, as it has been for months between you, other than Rafe’s blistering words, but this stillness is different. There’s no stress between the two of you, just you. You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, making his rosy lips curve into a smile. He rests the cigarette in his mouth, taking another puff before stamping it out, snuggling close, resting his lips on your bare shoulder as he fiddles with the soft material of your cotton cami.

“Rafe,” you chuckle weakly, hearing him mumbling against your warm skin, preparing yourself for another round of ‘I’m sorry’s’ from him, “It’s alright’s’ from you.

“I know I’ve said it a million fuckin’ times tonight, but I’m so sorry, Y/n,” he mutters, his voice raspy and worn from the smoke. You turn your cheek, kissing him, nuzzling in.

“I forgive you. I promise.”

“Can’t believe that… And after that shit, I pulled earlier. What the hell is wrong with you? Huh?” He knocks as he tickles your sides, making you nestle into him more. “I can’t wait for the fall,” he beams. “College life; frat life, and we get to do all that. I mean with you… And me - like us. Together. You and I. We get to do that together, princess,” he fumbles nervously over his words, making you smile even harder at his excitement.

“Together?”

“Mhmm…” He hums. “I mean, you’re mine, to be clear.” He kisses your neck roughly, giving you a playful bite.

“So, I'm your-”

“Girlfriend,” he answers confidently. “You have been for months. Didn't you know?”

A scream pierces through the night, making Rafe jump; his body tightens around you as you watch Zoey stumble into view. Her battered body glowing in the luster of the moon. You’re frozen in place, watching as the horror she was running from steps out from behind a cabin, like something out of a movie. He walks toward her as she struggles on the ground, clawing at the wet earth, doing her best to stand and flee.

The masked man lifts his axe, striking her with a loud thump as the blade connects with her back. Her sickening scream echoes through the camp, causing the lights in the surrounding cabins to flick on. Counselors step out into the twilight, responding with horrified screams of their own, some running, some hiding as you and Rafe watch on, unable to move as the madman continues to swing his axe again and again.

The killer’s head slowly turns, locking eyes with you. He breathes heavily, the chest of his bloodied plaid shirt heaving. Rafe comes too first, pulling himself together enough to yank you to your feet. Before you have time to react, Rafe’s massive truck comes barreling in reverse, plowing down the way from the pogue’s cabin, blaring on the horn. JJ hangs out the driver’s side, weaving around obstacles, closing the gap between you, dodging the masked man narrowly.

“My fuckin’ truck, Maybank?” Rafe’s voice breaks.

“Keys were in the ignition, slick. Get in the fuckin’ truck,” Maybank barks at the two of you. Rafe quickly pulls you down the steps, helping you into the truck as the killer looks around for his next victim. The tailgate’s already open. Rafe helps you inside before slamming it shut behind you, making your stomach fall.

“Get in the truck,” you pant. He looks at you and shakes his head ‘no’ before grabbing your cheeks, kissing you hard and fast.

”I’ll meet you at the main road. M’gonna find Top and Kelce. You’re gonna be okay. Alright? RIGHT?” Rafe barks at the pogues, who assure him quickly that you’ll be fine. JJ smacks his palm against the side of Rafe’s truck, urging the two of you to hurry up.

Rafe runs ahead, steering away from the killer, spriting close to the cabins as JJ peels out. You watch him in the strobe of the headlights closing in on his cabin as JJ takes off, his speed throwing you against the cold metal bed of the truck. You scooch back, gripping the edge of the vehicle tightly as your body jolts forward again. The killer moves in JJ’s path, causing him to swerve and break to avoid running over Zoey’s dead body on the cold ground.

I can't do it.

Fuck. You leap out of the truck without much thought, feet hitting the dirt, unable to leave without him. JJ slams on the breaks, the group of them screaming at you to come back as you stream toward Rafe’s cabin. “Just go! I’ll meet you at the main road!” Your voice cracks with terror as you watch them go back and forth with what to do. “JUST FUCKING GO!” The tires spin fast, spraying the killer with rocks and dirt as the engine roars, quickly speeding away.

The slasher’s soulless eyes peer through the mask, locking with yours, sending chills down your spine. Just run. You look over your shoulder, scrambling the rest of the way to Rafe’s bunk, hearing the murderer’s feet pounding into the ground behind you. You grab the door, tugging it open before slamming it shut, pushing your back against it as you gasp for a breath.

CRACK.

You look to your left, just mere inches from your head, at the slasher's axe sliced through the old wooden door. Your wide, horrified eyes looks back at you in the reflection of the metal, a mess with blood. Rafe rushes at you in a panic, holding your cheeks, kissing your lips between frantic questions. “Why didn’t you just fuckin’ leave? What - What are you doin’, baby? What were you thinkin’? Huh?” He mutters through trembling lips.

“We gotta go, man,” Kelce pleads, his voice strained with the horrors of the night as he holds Topper up, their friend’s blood soaking through his clothes, pooled on the floor below him. You look at Topper’s body, his right arm almost completely gone, cut off at the elbow. So fresh the boys weren’t even able to offer aid. Topper’s breaths are shallow and labored as he fights for consciousness.

“What the fuck was that?” Topper slurs in a haze.

“Doesn’t fuckin’ matter, man. We just gotta get outta here-”

CRASH.

The killer’s axe smashes through the glass, sending shards of the front window flying in every direction, glinting all around. You recoil slightly as Rafe shields you, quickly pulling you to run again. Rafe passes you the keys to Topper’s Jeep before looping his arm around Thornton’s waist, helping Kelce ease him out the back.

You look back in horror, watching as the monster steps through the window, crushing the chips of shattered glass under his old leather boots. You slam the back door shut behind you, unable to lock it, terrified knowing you were just seconds away from seeing him again. The boys quickly help Topper inside as you leap into the driver’s seat, turning it over.

CRASH.

The axe crashes through the back window of Topper’s Jeep. Kelce screams out in pain as the weapon grazes his shoulder, blood and glass showering the back seat. You press the pedal to the floor, tires struggling to gain traction in the uneven grass. The Jeep takes off fast. Your fingers bind tight around the wheel, knuckles turning white.

Rafe shifts in his seat, staring out the back window toward the lake, his blue eyes wide with fear. You look out the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of the killer’s silhouette in the moonlight. You swerve slightly, overcorrecting, your reactions heightened; body and mind on edge. You breathe a sigh of relief as Rafe’s hand reaches over, gripping your thigh.

The Jeep plows down the road pushing 80, getting the four of you about a mile away from camp. Not far enough. You swerve out onto the main street, tires screeching. Rafe’s truck lights beam ahead. You slam on the brakes, throwing it in the park, reaching for a breath. “Let me, baby,” Rafe soothes, placing his hand on the wheel over the top of yours, gesturing that he can take control if you need it.

Your tears fall heavily, relief setting in as you run around to the front of the Jeep. Rafe pulls you into his strong arms, breathing heavily with you. “You’re okay. We’re alright. We’re okay. Okay?” He stammers, fighting back his own emotion for you. “We gotta get Top to a hospital. We gotta get outta here-” Rafe looks over his shoulder, down the long dark path back to Camp Salem. You grab his cheeks, turning him back to you before pressing your lips against his, kissing him deeply.

“I love you.”

Rafe pauses, his trembling lips hovering over yours. “Say it again, baby,” he pleads.

“I love you, Rafe.”

“I love you too.”

The End.

[chleem]

Flashing lights prologue

Series; actor Drew x actress reader

Summary: Drew gets involved in the worst scandal of his career. One way to solve it? Proving to the whole world that he’s the sweetest lover to exist. Who better to help than the one person he can’t stand? You, an A class actress with an alcohol addiction. So, will Drew clear up his reputation, or leave with a bigger mess to clean up?

Genre: fake dating, enemies to lovers(?, slow burn, angst, smut,

Warning: mentions of alcohol, swearing, mentions of k!lling oneself, mentions of rape & sa, mentions of drug usage, smoking & vaping, (read at own caution

⋆.˚ please dont copy/translate my work!

⋆.˚ this is entirely fictional, if uncomfortable then don't read

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Talk about a scandal. 

‘Drew Starkey, rising star from OBX, impregnates girl and refuses to take responsibility.’ ‘Drew Starkey impregnates girl and forces her for an abortion.’ ‘All to know about OBX star that SA a girl.’

Even an interview starring a random girl that claims to be pregnant with Drew’s child. 

If Drew knew going to the club a week ago would cause such big damage to his career, he would have never stop foot in there. But being stubborn and a sucker for fun, he just needed the relaxation that clubbing would offer. 

His PR manager Henry, who Drew’s only sees once a year, is surprisingly quiet. He sits across Drew, staring at his laptop. His typing makes up for the quiet and tense (at least for Drew) atmosphere in his manager’s office. 

“I’m sorry,” Drew starts, genuinely, his eyes shifting between his manager Jeff and Henry. “Look, I don’t know who that woman is. She’s lying, alright? I didn’t even talk to any strangers last night. Just my friends. And I was careful with how much I drank-”

“Calm down, we didn’t accuse you of it,” Jeff chuckles, also surprisingly calm and not scolding Drew. Normally, Jeff would scold Drew so hard that it took Drew back to the days of being coached by his dad. “I’ve worked with you for almost ten years, I know you wouldn’t do that.”

Hold up. Was this a dream? He fucked up real bad, why were his managers so forgiving? So… calm? This felt way too strange. They should be furious right now, thinking of a solution and threatening to kill Drew. So why were they so gentle with this situation?

Drew adjusts his hat, pocking his tongue against his cheek. Without thinking, he simply says, “What?”

Jeff glances at Henry, who nods, looking up from his laptop. Drew furrows his eyebrows at Jeff, who simply looks away as Henry starts. “Fine, Drew. We’re all fucking pissed at your mistake. Do you know how many sponsors have asked to break up your contract? Even after we’ve came up with a clean statement? For fuck’s sake, Drew. You’re fucking thirty now, and you still act like a fucking child!”

Drew licks his lips looking away. Okay, this was the Henry he saw yelling at other artists, and what he expected when he walked into the office this morning. But now that he was yelling at him, it felt horrible still. After all, who likes to be yelled at? 

“I’ve had to pull multiple strings to help you, to clear your name up. So you better hope this is your last mistake,” Henry continues. 

Drew couldn’t help but ask, “what did you do?”

“We’ve come up with a plan,” Henry says, walking over to the printer. He grabs the paper, taking a quick look before placing it on the table in front of Drew.

Drew’s eyebrows furrow, sensing something really strange. 

And he was right. On the top of the paper, it read, “Fake dating Proposal.”

What the fuck. He reads through the first sentence in his head, with widen eyes, “In order to save Drew Starkey’s career, he must conduct a year-long fake relationship with Y/n Y/l/n.”

He falls back in his seat. “You’re not fucking serious. This is the strings you had to pull? This is fucking ridiculous! How is this-“

“Drew!” Jeff yells, making him shut up. His face was slightly red, sweat dripping down his forehead. “Drew, trust us. We wouldn’t cause more harm. This, this will save your career, save you.”

“but out of anyone-“ Drew adjusts his hat once again. “Out of anyone, and you chose her?”

“She’s the best choice of right now, and the only one who even agreed. Drew. You’re not in the place of choosing. You sign, and you accept it. Or it’s the end.”

He couldn’t believe himself right now. Literally. Out of every solution, every person, it had to be you. You, the one person he can’t stand. You, the one person that gets him worked up and annoyed. It was like the end of the world for him. 

Worse, his manager seems to agree with this solution. As if he doesn’t know how much Drew despises you. Jeff places the pen next to Drew. “I hate to say this, but Drew, you’re screwed unless you do this. We see the vision, and in a few years, you’ll see it too. Just, just treat this as another acting class, okay?”

Do I have a choice anyways, he thinks. Drew rubs his face in annoyance. Fuck. Damn you and damn himself. Getting into this stupid situation in the first place. 

He looks at the contract again. Sees your name again. And his head hurts a thousand times worse than a hangover. 

He reads through the contract terms, cringing at it. 

‘Must show up at five or more public evens together.’

‘Must show PDA at public events, such as touching, holding hands, kissing etc.’

‘Y/n Y/l/n must talk sweetly about Drew Starkey, and steer away any negative comments.’

‘During the course of this fake-relationship, being seen with any other costar of the opposite sex is forbidden.’

Much more was listed, at least twenty terms were on this contract alone. So this is the real thing. 

And at the bottom, Drew sees what was offered. Wow. You get offered millions of dollars, while all Drew receives is a clear to his scandal. 

He should at least get half the amount you’re earning, considering that he has to put up with you. “How can she get so much cash?” Drew asks, curiosity killing him. 

“Because she’s got nothing to gain from being with you,” Jeff states matter-of-factly, that hurt Drew’s ego more than it should have. He also noticed how much money this was, almost all the money he earned from acting in OBX. Wow. So not only were you a moody bitch, but a greedy one as well. 

Drew rubs his eyes aggressively, a frustrated yawn coming out. He so is going to regret this. The worst decision he ever has to make. 

You better be the savior to his career, or he was going to kill himself. 

Drew signs, pushing the paper away as if it had some kind of disease. 

Henry forces a smile, grabbing the paper. Drew gets ready to leave, but Henry stops him. “Where are you going?”

“Home. I- that was enough for me.”

“No, no. You’re going to Y/n’s filming set.”

“What?”

“Yes, you heard me. Her manager gave the green light, so you’re going.”

“Fuck, it’s only like, a minute since I signed.”

“Hey, I’m saving you right now,” Henry says. “Now, you want your sponsors back or not?”

Drew curses under his breath, never wanting to punch a wall as much as right now. “Fine. I'll go. But I can’t promise that I’m hugging or touching her or anything. She’s a complete stranger to me.”

“We just need a couple of photos to leak out,” Jeff says, grabbing his jacket. “I’ll drive you there.”

“Fucking hate you Jeff,” Drew says, walking out the office. “Henry you asshole.”

Either his managers heard and said whatever, or they didn’t care. But cursing at people who's helping him ‘save’ his career was the least of his worries. His head is just consumed with meeting you again, the brattiest bitch he's ever known.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 a/n: i'm sooo happy for the support and how much people liked the teaser! i was giggling seeing the reblogs and likes.

anyways, thought i should release a prologue first, to give drew's pov of this situation. apologies in advance for y/n's character and anyone who can't handle her! but i'm so excited for you guys to read ch1, which will be released later this week! like or comment to show support, really appreciate it <3

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[noceurous]

lights, camera, action

your boyfriend gets his hands on a handycam, later on you

warnings: mentions of divorce, mentions infidelity, Dave’s family is also mentioned, some self-doubt and angst, looots of feelings (sorry idk what took over me ehehe), swearing, smut: fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), p-in-v sex, slapping, daddy kink, usage of various nicknames (baby, darling, etc) minors dni (18+) reader is able bodied + has some length of hair + afab.

a/n: my birthday is officially on 10th of september, but this fic turned out to be longer than i expected, so i said post it with a fic you feel good.

a/n2: this fic takes place in the same universe with [take the heat away, make the girl stay] but they can be read separately.

Carol was a really nice woman after the divorce.

It was nice of her to call you a homewrecker, among many other names.

It was nice of her to fill Molly and Alice’s heads with wrong ideas about you.

It was nice of her to call Dave in the middle of your date and tell him that he’ll come back crawling back to her after he’s done with you. just like the girls before and made sure you heard it.

Lastly, it was nice for Carol to send all of his belongings to your tiny apartment. You didn’t even know how she got your address. Just after a simple ring of the doorbell, you were standing between piles of light brown boxes.

“Shit, did she really do that too?” Dave asked over the phone as you stood inside the labyrinth made of boxes.

“Yep, what’s left of your relationship is now inside my living room.” You said as you eyed over the boxes. Trying to find out if your relationship was enough to fill one box.

“They’re mostly clothes, family photos and Father’s Day gifts. There is nothing left of the relationship.” You were familiar with the last sentence. Dave used that to reassure you during the beginning of your relationship. 

He also used that sentence to girls, and Carol. When any one of them accused you of breaking them up.

“Yeah, probably. I’m gonna take a shower. When will you be back?”

“Fifteen minutes tops. Do you want anything?”

“No, just you.” His chest hurt when he heard how your voice cracked before you ended the phone call.

He hated Carol when she did that. Blaming you for everything went wrong in the marriage. Taking her anger out on you, when in truth you came into him long after he decided on a divorce.

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“Darling? I’m home.” He didn’t hear your reply, but the water sound came from the bathroom.

He took off his long coat, his keys still in his hand when he walked towards the living room. Greeted with a pile of boxes. He couldn’t imagine how you felt when a box after a box came into your place. He would call Carol again, but he knew pretty well whatever he said to stop her, just would fuel Carol’s anger.

He raised his key, slashing and opening one right through the tape with it.

Fake plastic trophy of being the Best Dad Ever, broken hand painted coffee mugs, a photograph in a frame from Alice’s first soccer game. 

He went through some of the boxes more. As he assumed they were mostly clothes and stuff related to girls. Mainly photo albums which were half empty since Carol only sent him photos he was included. Nothing more.

When he was going over his last box, something silver at the corner of the box caught his eye. When he took it out, he was greeted with an old handycam.

“No way.” He smiled as he took it out. Shocked when he found out it was still charged.

He heard your footsteps when you came towards him, wrapped a towel around your body and another one around your head.

“What is that?” You walked towards him, the scent of your shower gel filling his nostrils.

Orchids.

“That’s my old handy-cam. Got stuck between stuff, still works.”

He explained as he checked if there were any pre saved videos. He remembered using it for Alice’s school plays and Molly’s soccer practice. Half remembering that he already saved them to Carol’s computer.

He pressed on the record button, when he saw the red blinking light he raised the camera to you.

“What are you doing!” You chuckled, covering your face.

“Recording my lovely girlfriend.”

“I’m in a towel.” He shrugged, still keeping the camera on you.

“That’s better.” He said as he zoomed on your legs, slowly lifting the camera to your body. “Don’t be shy. Camera loves you.”

“Is it the camera? Or is it my horny boyfriend?”

“Both. Give me something baby, come on.” You rolled your eyes, blew a kiss and winked at the camera.

“That’s better.” He said as he placed his hand on your towel, raising an eyebrow.

Before you could understand his next move, he tugged the towel down, watching it pool around your ankles.

“Dave!” You protested, hands covering your breasts.

“Don’t be shy honey. This is just for me. Show it to me.” You huffed, placing your hands at your waist. Sticking out your chest more as he pointed the camera at your breasts, recording every inch for you.

He licked his lips at your sight. “I’m a lucky bastard aren’t I?”

“Try the luckiest.”

He chuckled, motioning you to the couch. “Take a seat.” You rolled your eyes, swinging your ass as you walked towards the couch. You knew he was zooming in there.

He whistled, “That’s my girl” as he followed you. Sitting further from you on the coffee table. “Open your legs for me, come on.” The sight of your glistening pussy was on camera, Dave’s hand was slightly shook, blurring the view for a second. He tried to play it like he was affected less from the sight of you than he actually was. 

“Hmm, you’re wet baby.” You smirked at the camera, slowly nodding. “Who made you this wet?”

“You did.” You pressed your fingers on your lips, spreading them to show him your swollen clit covered in your silk. “See? It’s all for you.”

He felt his pants tighten, he didn’t even find the time to take off his tie since he got back. Now you were standing all naked for him, showing off your perfect body. And he had too much clothes on to feel you on his skin.

“Be a good girl, play with yourself for me. But don’t cum.” He said as he slowly placed the camera on the coffee table. Angling it to the perfect angle.

Your eyes were looking into his eyes, as he clicked his tongue pointing at the camera. “Eyes on the camera baby.” You swallowed down your whimper. Thumb pressed onto your clit, feeling your walls clench around nothing.

You pushed a finger inside you, moaning at your wetness. You closed your eyes, for a second, your other hand was on the cushion, grasping it tightly.

You started moving your finger, in and out, playing with your clit then back in. “Open your eyes.” You opened them, seeing Dave in front of you, behind the camera.

He was naked, his cock in his hand, slowly pumping himself. You could tell he was rock hard, it was painful for him not to touch you. “See what you’re doing to me?” You gulped, nodding quickly.

“Add another finger.” You did as he said, your toes curled, walls clenching around your fingers. You didn’t have to look down to know your juices were dripping down on your couch, making a mess.

You continued to finger yourself slowly, eyes locked on the red light on the camera. You could feel you were close to reaching your orgasm, trying to hold it as long as possible.

Your whimpers filled his ears, his eyes locked at the way your naked chest came up and down. Each second it became harder for him to not feel you on his skin. You were a sight for his sore eyes, all he carved for his life.

“Show me.” He said as he knelt between your legs. You took your fingers out of your pussy, the wet sound of it crying made both of you moan.

Your fingers were glistening with your juices, you took them inside your mouth, sucking off your juices.

His warm breath fanning your weeping pussy. He quickly hooked your legs on his shoulders. Diving into your pussy, drinking your juices right from your core. 

Your body trembled as his warm tongue touched you. Drawing long strokes with the tip of his tongue. “Oh Fuck!” You said as your hand went back to cushion. Supporting yourself as Dave continued to lick over your folds aggressively. 

He raised his face, his lips and chin covered with your juices. The corner of his lips raised into a smirk. “You taste so good.” He said before he dove back in. Sucking down your clit.

You smirked at the camera, hand going to your breast. “Fuck! Dave! You are so good!” You pinched down your swollen nipple. Pulling him closer to your core by pressing your ankles on his back.

He pushed a finger inside you, eyes pointed up to your blissed face. You were looking right at the camera just like he told you. His pretty girl always followed his orders without making him give them twice.

“Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!” You were chanting out as he was brutally fucking you with his finger. His lips on your thigh, kissing along the soft flesh, pressing his teeth on your inner thigh.

He pushed another finger inside. “Are you going to cum?” You looked down at him, eagerly nodding.

“May I? Please daddy, I’ve been so close.” He chuckled, curling his fingers inside you. Earning a loud moan from you. “Please.”

Who was he to deny you from pleasure?

“Cum for me.” He said as he sucked your clit once more, fingers still moving inside you. Your body shook when he brushed along your sweet spot. Pads of his fingers pressing on it just right. “Fu—“ Your body jolted backwards, your mind went blank as the white pleasure surrounded your body.

You were panting heavily, as he got up between your legs slowly, his hand wrapped around his cock. Fingers shining with your juices. Your mouth watered with the sight. You wanted him. You wanted more.

With the dark look in his eyes, you knew he wanted the same. “Get on the floor. On your hands and knees.”

You got in the position like he asked, shaking your ass a little when you got on your knees. He slapped you harshly causing you to fall on your hands. Your lips parted, showing him one of his favorite views; your ass in the air, your hole greedily waiting for him.

He pressed his tip on your entrance, “Look at the camera, don’t close your eyes, or I’ll stop.” You knew this was more of a statement than a threat. Before you could say something he gradually pushed himself inside of you, letting go of his breath when he reached your limit. His cock twitched inside you when your walls welcomed him inside.

“Oh.” You moaned at feeling full, still sore from his fingers. Your pussy greedily accepting him, already addict to the sweet pain.

He could see your glossy, lustful gaze thanks to the camera. Cursing himself for not thinking this sooner. Not thinking of saving these moments of you. Not starting saving anything he could save from you.

He placed his hands on your waist. Getting his momentum as his hips started slapping against your ass, not wasting any time with being gentle. Today was not one of his gentle, love making days. He needed you. He needed to take what was his.

He was not having a great time at work. Now he also had to handle Carol and stop her from attacking you.

He had to protect you and he had no objection to that. If it was allowed, he would tear up the limbs of anyone who dared to hurt you. It does not have to be physical abusive, just a simple word was enough to get him violent. There was nothing in this world that would stop him to protect you.

You were his purpose in life, his guiding light.

“Please.”

Your crying voice turned him back to reality, his eyes snapped back to the camera from your shaking ass. Your eyes teared from pleasure, thin layer of sweat covering your cheeks.

“Yes?”

“Please cum inside me. I missed feeling your cum inside. I’ve been empty for days.”

He had some stuff to take care of in Denmark. Unfortunately his little business trip took longer than he expected. So all you were able to do were some quick calls and exchanging text messages. Whispers of “I miss you” were exchanged as you bit your tongue not to say “I love you” too soon.

“Baby…” He said, getting faster than before, chasing his pleasure. You moaned, when he pushed in a bit too hard. Your hand stopped you from falling forward. Forehead almost hit the coffee table.

He cursed his ignorance, wrapping his arm around your neck, leaning over figure. He pressed his lips on your sweet spot behind your ear, feeling your body tremble between his arms. He nudged your temple with the tip of his nose, taking in your smell.

“I’ve got you.” He whispered, eyes locked with yours on the screen.

“You look so good, baby. I feel how you tighten around me, you want to cum again don’t you?”

“Yes, please.”

“You want me to make you?”

“Ye—yes...” His hand went to your clit from your waist, flicking it rapidly. “F—fuck! D—dave!”

“Go on, come all over my cock baby! Fuck you’re milking me so good.” He slapped your ass, grabbing a handful of the soft flesh before whispering to the shell of your ear. “You want me to cum inside don’t you? Fill you right to the brim?”

He groaned at how your walls tighten around him with your question. “Yes! Fuck yes! Please fill me up. I’ll do anything, please.” He sucked a bruise your neck, his hot breath from his nose fanning on your throat.

“If you really want to…” He said as he spurted out his cum inside you, pressing down on your swollen clit. Holding your body with his arm still wrapped around your neck as it trembled with your orgasm.

“Dave!” Your voice shook as you tried to keep yourself up. Feeling his hot cum spill inside you. He turned your head to the side, smashing his lips to yours. You moaned into the kiss, opening your mouth for his tongue to enter. Your salty taste on his tongue as he sucked yours.

Taking everything you offered to him.

He slowly took himself out, some of his cum spilled out from your hole. He tsked, gathering them with his fingers and pushing them back in. You hissed with the contact, looking over your shoulder to him.

“I’ll send someone tomorrow, to take care of the boxes. I don’t want you to worry about them.” You nodded, as he lied down next to you. Pulling your naked body to lie on his naked chest. You buried your head on his chest, kissing right above where his heart his.

You took the camera from the table, stopping the recording. You smiled at the video, thinking how better you looked than you guessed.

“Like a true temptress.” Dave said, as he buried his nose in your hair, his fingers drawing circles on your upper arm.

“Can I keep a copy as well?”

“Anything you want darling.” He said as he kissed you, slowly moving you to his lap between kisses. “Anything for you.”

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The next morning Dave’s men came to collect the boxes. And Carol had an anonymous email in her inbox with no subject.

It was a small photo where Dave was eating you out. When she scrolled down, she saw your text added underneath.

Mine, back off.

Needless to say, the email disappeared a few minutes later it was read, without leaving any trace.

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[misserabella]

from the back

abby anderson x fem! reader

a/n; i just want her to take me from the back and absolutely destroy me.

cw; +18 content, minors dni!, strap on usage, breeding strap (oops🤭), breeding kink, feral abby, multiple orgasms, mentions of oral sex (r receiving), dirty talking, degradation, praising, hair pulling, choking, cream pie, use of pet names such as baby instead of y/n…

“yeah baby, that’s it. scream for me.”

“fuck abby!” you moaned, the slapping of her hips against your ass and the pounding to your g spot driving you crazy. her hand was tightly wrapped into your hair, tugging to keep your back arched, perfectly reaching the deepest into your cunt.

“atta girl. just like that. take it. fucking take it.” you two had been going at it for hours, abby already having made you cum two times with her tongue before dicking you down onto her bed and getting out of you another two.

“i can’t, it’s too much, please, too much!” you cried out, your hands reaching onto your back to try and push her away, but her free hand trapped them, using them to pull you harsher against her thrusts. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you sobbed against the pillows.

“you can. you know you fucking can. stop being a cry baby.” you whimpered at her degradation. “such a fucking slut, look at you. you say you don’t want more but you can’t help yourself, can you? you’re making a fucking mess.” she groaned at the sight of your cum sticking to her strap in a white ring around the base. you were fucking dripping.

you moaned, your thighs shaking. the pleasure wouldn’t stop. you knew she wouldn’t stop. you didn’t want her to anyways. how could you. when she was fucking you so fucking good?

“tell me to stop and i will. tell me to stop baby…” she whispered against your ear, and you whined, shaking your head. she smirked. “good girl…”

next thing you knew? you were being fucked into oblivion, her thrusts fast and hard. your moans were being cut off with every snap of her hips, and the hand that was tugging from your hair surrounded your neck, pulling you up to her chest. her lips where on your neck, sucking bruises, and her now other free hand —since she had let go of your hands— was teasing your clit, swollen and sensitive in need of a release.

“abby…” you managed to babble out, your voice broken. “i’m gonna cum, i’m cumming!”

“that’s it. cum for me. gonna fill you up baby. gonna fuck a baby into you. gonna leave you all round and pretty for me, fuck…” she panted, trying to get you there before she would fucking bust.

“yes, yes please, abby, want you cum, please…” you moaned, your walls clenching around her cock.

“yeah? you want it? fuck.” she grunted as you nodded. “gonna give it to you. gonna… shit. i’m cumming baby, i’m gonna cum…” her voice was as fucked up as yours. you two looked like animals in heat.

“inside. cum inside please!” you begged as you gushed all over her cock, finding it impossible to run from your high anymore. it hit you like a tidal wave, taking your breath away, your vision turning white.

“fuuuuuck…” abby moaned as she squeezed the plastic balls of her fake cock, cumming as she filled you up. it felt as if it was really her cum the one painting your walls and shot straight out of the tip of the strap.

the two of you rode it together, you moaning at the feeling of fullness as she plunged into you the last time before stilling herself.

you two were panting as she pulled out, taking you in her arms to sloppily kiss you, her tongue pushing inside your mouth and making you hum.

“i love you, baby.” she muttered against your lips.

“i love you too, abby.”

-

a/n;😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

[faeruy]

Agatha All Along - Episode 6 "Familiar By Thy Side"

The Tower Reversed - Our first explicit mention of a Reverse reading, this one's triggered as Lilia reads Billy Kaplan's palm during his Bar Mitzvah. As I've said in past tarot posts, I'm an amateur, so I could be misinterpreting/missing things in my analysis. I do my best.

LET'S F'ING GO.

So starting with the obvious. The Tower is a notoriously scary card, and Reversed readings are often thought to be more negative, but it's not true in this case. The Tower Reversed is mostly about a personal transformation, a HUGE one. Like the upright reading, upheaval and change is a huge part of it, but Reverse is mostly internal. Billy Kaplan is about to become something more; he becomes Billy Maximoff. The upheaval in his life is so great, he doesn't really know WHO he is. Tower Reversed can also indicate an existential crisis, which is Billy in spades.

The thing about ANY reading of the Tower, is that the change is inevitable. There will be upheaval, whether one likes it or not, but the Reversed reading suggests that disaster can be avoided. In this case, Billy Kaplan is going to die in a car crash, Billy Maximoff is going to be unmade, but true disaster is avoided when the two events happen simultaneously. Neither of them is truly gone-gone. There's a reason both Billy Kaplan and Billy Maximoff are names protected by the sigil.

The thing that's clear to me is while Lilia was spooked by what she read in his palm at first, the Tower Reversed (and whatever else his palm said) was enough to tell her that he was going to survive in some fashion and would need protection from people like her. (Or Agatha, or Wanda even; who knows?) I hope we get to see what she sees when we get to her trial.

The thing I also want to talk about, is why she specified Reversed, when Upright could just as easily applied to the situation at hand. After all, Billy Kaplan didn't cause the car accident that killed him, Wanda was the one who undid the spell that had brought Billy Maximoff into existence in the first place. So one could definitely argue that those fall under more of an Upright reading; destruction, chaos, upheaval. Especially given Wanda's magic was explicitly labeled as Chaos Magic. I think its because the writers of the show are trying to tell us something; that the death and destruction that make up HOW Billy came to be is far less important than WHO he is; which is simply a boy becoming a man, and trying to figure out who he is and what he wants in the world. The whole Billy Kaplan/Billy Maximoff thing is a metaphor for a coming-of-age, and calling out the Tower Reversed is as much of a tell as setting the whole thing the day of his Bar Mitzvah.

One last note; I'm so pleased that The Tower came into play again, after it showed up in a promo poster which has Lilia holding the card Upright. My guess is that it's there to indicate a couple of things; 1)Lilia's the Divination Witch (and Tarot's a big part of that), 2)We can expect some form of chaos and destruction, 3)Definitely a nod to the fake "Coven of Chaos" Title. But I think the poster was a nod to the usage in episode 6, and the connection Lilia has to Billy, only with a slight misdirect by having it Upright instead of Reversed. And while I think that probably has more to do with readability and clarity than anything else, I wonder if some of that was to throw people off the track. IMO Tower Upright invites a pretty shallow, general take when thrown onto something like a Marvel promo poster. Tower Reversed, because it indicates that someone making these posters knows more than the bare minimum about Tarot and is using it to plant clues about the show, invites a LOT more speculation.

This post went a lot longer than I thought, but I hope you all enjoyed it, and if you want to check out my analysis of the Tarot cards from past episodes:

Episodes 1-3 Episode 4 Episode 5 Episode 7 part 1

[kittyamore0]

𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡'𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫

༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉

༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉

[PART II]

RATING: SFW

FANDOM/GENRE: Horror, dark romance, scream 6, Ghostface, Ethan Landry

WRITING STYLE: One-shot

TAGS: @kittiescrownedsoul, @zspen, @h34rtsformilli, @alice121804, @kylespencersvocalcords, @babywantskith

REMINDER: Do NOT translate, transfer, modfiy, copy or steal my ideas!

CW: Attempted murder, stalking, stabbing, breaking and entering, usage of a knife, knife mentions, fighting, shouting/screaming, swearing, blood, passing out

༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉

"You fuck up!" An angry Quinn slams her hand on the small, wooden coffee table. "I wasn't going to sit there and watch you kill the love of my life!" Quinn scoffs. "Richie didn't care about trying to kill Sam!" Ethan rolled his eyes. "That's because he was with Amber! He didn't care about Sam, none of them did! Billy, Stu...I care about [Name!]"

Quinn lets out a frustrated groan. "You fucking virgin..." Ethan shrugged. "That changed with [Nam ]" Quinn pretends to gag. "Dude, overshare!" Ethan raises his hands in a 'whatever' matter.

"Dad won't be happy about this. You're messing up the plan...!" Ethan mumbled 'i dont care...' to which Quinn responded by bumping into him, hard.

She slammed the door shut, making Ethan flinch. "Cranky..." He faked shivered.

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You hummed while listening to music on your headphones, glancing outside your house window, remembering your terrifying experience on the makeshift ladder while trying to escape.

You shook your head and lifted your shoulders up and down, continuing on munching on your small snack.

Your phone rang. You were hesitant to pick up after seeing the callers ID, 'unknown caller,' but it could be Gale, prank-ers, etc...

You decided to play the safe game by hanging up, nibbling on your sweet treats.

You received another phone call again. You started getting pissed off and grabbed it in a swift motion, 'Tara' it read.

You took a deep breath in before answering and putting the phone to your ear.

"Hey, Tara, whats up?"

You could hear faint breathing from the other side.

"Hello, [Name]..."

Your breathing stopped, all of your movements stopped.

That same fucking deep, moderated Ghostface voice.

"How have you been since the last time we met, hmm? That ladder stunt you pulled was impressive, but incredibly bitchy at the same time..."

You turned to your window and then your door.

"You're acting like you wouldn't pull something like that if you were on the brick of death, cocky asshole."

They chuckled.

"You've got a point, so vulgar though..."

You scoffed.

"Says the fucker who said my surviving skills were bitchy!" "Feisty, i like it..."

You grimaced.

"Fuck you, you perv!"

You ran to your knife holder, pulling out a knife. You were about to hang up until you heard Ghostface shriek.

"Hang up and ill have you hanging on those trees on your front porch like ornaments, and we all know Its too early for Christmas so you'll be an early Christmas gift! You hear me?!"

You smiled and flashed a smile grin.

"You think I'm scared of you now? Maybe at when i was on the ladder, but this is my house and I'm for sure not gonna let you parade around MY house trying to kill me and doing whatever the fuck you want!"

You hanged up, stuffing your phone in your pocket. At first, it was quiet. You stayed still trying to figure out where Ghostface could be hiding.

You heard some clothes shuffling in the background. There. You swung your head to the left of you and a gloved hand holding a knife came in contact with your right that held nothing.

You kicked the figure in the back of their knee, making them fumble forwards. You held your knife and swung it at them, but they had also lifted their knife, clashing it against yours.

During that process, the knife in your hand flew from the impact. "Fuck!" They tried stabbing you again, but you dodged by crouching under their arm and running to the kitchen counters.

They were hot on your tail. Your current goal was to get another knife, but chances were slim with this fucker running and partying. You pulled on one of your cabinets, letting it fly right into Ghostfaces mask, hitting them directly without the mask too.

You reached out to the knife holder, until the clothed arms slithered around your waist. They raised the knife and let it sink into your waist. You scream in pain.

You lifted your right foot up and then down, kicking them from your behind, pushing them back too. The knife went with them as they flew.

You took this chance to run upstairs, going into your bedrooms closet and stuffing yourself behind a suitcase.

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"Goddammit...where did she go?" Ethan huffed in frustration. Text after text, Quinn didn't respond. He passed the room she was staying in, sending another text, but hearing the notification come from her room.

He opened the door to her room, slowly going in after curiosity got to him. He spotted Quinns phone on her bed. "She probably forgot to take this..." He grabbed her phone while it switched on.

'Tara and [Name] have to be got to be taken care of.'

What...?

He opened her phone, and paused before putting the password in. He scrolled through messages until he found the message between Quinn and detective Bailey.

Quinn: Im telling you. That fucker, [Name], has Ethan under control! He beat the shit out of me for trying to kill her. If i wasn't wearing the mask, i would have a massive black eye! Detective Bailey: Tara troublesome too. More than Mindy. Quinn: Mindy's such a fuck ass. Nagging about whose this whose that, what can be the killer or what cannot. Killer history! I never asked for it. Detective Bailey: Well, we have to be patient. Quinn: No, the fuck we dont. I dont even have the patience either. That bitch, [Name], is getting me on my nerves. I have a plan anyways. Detective Bailey: And what is that plan, Quinn? Quinn: You go for Tara, i go for [Name]. We get rid of them and dont tell Ethan the plan. Detective Bailey: What do you suggest we do other than what you said? Quinn: I just need Taras phone, to call [Name], then you can have your way with Tara while i have mine with [Name]. Detective Bailey: Alright.

"Shit!" Ethan rushed out of Quinns room, running towards his own. He fell foward into his room, scrambling to get his own Ghostface costume.

"No...no, no, no!" Tears build up in his eyes

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You sighed in relief, feeling your phone still in the same place you had left it.

You dialed the police, explaining your situation to them. They asked you to stay on call, but the closet door burst opened. Ghostface. Out of panic, you hanged up and put a hand over your mouth, also putting your phone on silent and low light.

They rummaged through your clothes, even taking some out. They grunted and slammed the door.

After a few minutes of silence, you crawled out of your closet. You put a hand over your chest, in relief that they werent here, but wait... something felt wrong?

You turned around to see Ghostface charging at you. You yelped and threw yourself to the left again, making them miss their hit and run.

They turned around and lifted the knife in their hand. You ducked under their arm and grabbed the lamp of the nearby, throwing it at their mask, causing them to grunt.

You tried to take another swing before Ghostface held your right arm that held the lamp. You brought your foot up and kicked their arm away. You hit them with the lamp. Right and then left, their head went.

You ran out of the room and slammed the door closed. You heard your door crack from how hard the door hit. Your throat felt tight, the collar of your shirt was snatched, but as soon as it was snatched, it was let go.

You heard a grunt and felt the Ghostface chasing you not so hot on your trail anymore. You turned around to see two Ghostface brawling it out.

"What the fuck...?" One of them jumped at you and hugged your body, pushing you away from the other one trying to snatch up.

The Ghostface that was holding you pushed you aside and punched the first Ghostface to appear. The first Ghostface to appear hit the back of their head on the hallway mirror.

The second Ghostface grabbed the same mirror and smashed it on the other Ghostface head, making them go limp and all movements stilled.

The other turned to you, and you stayed put, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, they embraced you, before pushing you away. "Leave. You're bleeding..." You nodded, confused.

You turned around and ran downstairs, limping your way onto your porch and streets. Your vision went black and everything had caught up to you. You were just saved by a Ghostface and your waist is bleeding as in status SOS!

Your head throbbed and everything twisted and turned in your vision.

The last thing you remember was losing your breath before hitting the concrete ground.

༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉

༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉

[hwa-stars]

Skirt lifter (Chapter 7)

Genre: High-school au, slow burning love, fluff, mention of mature language (+14)

Pairing: non idol Park Seonghwa x fem!named reader

Summary: In which Park Seonghwa is accused of being a pervert.

Word count: 960

Taglist: @dinossaurz @hecateslittlewitchling @babigriin (if anyone wants to be added to the taglist, please comment)

"I'm amazing, I know." He touched his hair.

"You're entitled to your wrong opinion."

"Just admit that I'm the best dancer that you've ever met Pororo."

"I have seen air mascots dancing better than you." I lied

"I made you blush." Seonghwa smirked

"The weather was hot."

"Are you gonna denied everything I said?"

"Yes."

"So you admit that you're just denying!" He snapped his fingers.

"I'm entitled to an attorney." Seonghwa laughed and put his hands on my shoulders.

"Oh Pororo! All you have to do just to avoid complementing me." He pinched my cheeks.

"You want to die?" I groaned in pain.

"So, where do we go now?" He changed the subject.

"Home obviously."

"The night is still young and so we are Pororo."

"The agreement was to get ice cream and go home." I mentioned resisting the urge to sop by every shop.

There were a lot of thing to do in downtown, but even if I wanted to I don't have the money to afford to buy anything.

"I don't remember agreeing to that, now let's go." He pulled me towards a nearby store.

It was a store that was selling various types of scarves. Seonghwa bowed to the woman at the cashier.

"Welcome! Please look around, we have plenty of scarves to choose from" She smiled at us "Omg, what a handsome young boy." She cooed looking at Seonghwa with a wild smile.

"Heard that Pororo?" Seonghwa turned to look at me. "She said handsome."

"That's a marketing skill dumbass."

"There Pororo, you look pretty." He pick a scarf and aggressively wrapping it around my neck, covering half of my face.

"You look pretty too." I pick a random scarf and wrapping it around his neck struggling because he's tall.

"Thanks Poro-"

"Pretty ugly." I muttered before unwrapping the scarf off me.

"Aren't you gonna shop for scarves or jackets?" He asked.

"Why would I be?"

"To the annual senior trip. I heard this year its gonna be in the mountains." He said, trying another scarf.

"I won't be going."

"Really? Why?"

"They said it wasn't required, so why going?" I pointed out.

The truth is that I've never attended any of this trips.

"But it's our last trip in high school." He pursed his lips.

"It's not like I attended the other trips." My eyes met a beautiful brown scarf.

"Not a single one?"

"Nope." I placed the brown scarf back.

"We have a buy 1 take 1 promo!" The mentioned woman appeared with the same smile. "Perfect for couples like you!" She winked at us.

"The only person he's in a relationship is with himself." Seonghwa fake laughed and put his arm around me.

"Please excuse my girlfriend,  as you can see she's a comedian." I was going to complain but Seonghwa put this hands over my mouth. "We'll take this please." He give the money to her.

He handed her the brown scarves that I was looking before, why would Seonghwa get 2 scarves of the same color?

"Thank you." Seonghwa said and he dragged me out of the store.

"I thought you said you're lessening your usage of plastics." I point to the bag in his hand.

"You're rigth." He returned to the store.

Seonghwa came back and hung the frist scarf to himself before picking the other, I expected him to asked me to hold it for him so I extend my hand to him.

But I was surprised when he moved my hand and carefully wrapped the scarf around my neck and I blushed, thankfully the scarf cover part of my cheeks.

"Like a pretty leash." He cupped my face with a smirk.

"Minseo?"

"Jongho?" I asked surprised to saw him here.

"Hey, what's up Seonghwa?" Jongho greeted Seonghwa.

"You know each other?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Jongho gave me a mischievous smile. "What are you doing here, are you guys on a date?" He teased with a smile.

"Definitely not." I scoffed.

"Is she the girlfriend you were telling us all the time?" Jongjo elbowed Seonghwa teasing him.

"What girlfriend?" Seonghwa asked nervously.

"You have a girlfriend?" I asked

I don't know what I was expecting, Seonghwa is the popular guy at school obviously he was in a relationship with someone.

"Oh yes he is. He always talks about this girl." He wrapped his arm around Seonghwa. "So this is where you were! San and the guys are waiting for you."

Seonghwa whispered something to Jongho and he only laughed at him.

"Anyways, what are you doing here Jongho?" Seonghwa changed the subject with a forced smile.

"I just go off school and I'm heading to my shift at the store, where we met." He explained looking at me. "Where are you two headed next?"

"Nowhere, can I go home with you?" I asked Jongho.

"Sure."

"You're leaving?" Seonghwa asked and he seemed taken back and I just nodded my head.

"Can we go?" I looked at Jongho and he nodded.

"He knows where you live?" Seonghwa asked and I can see him a little mad.

"She lives close to the store I work." Jongho explained. "San's house is near here, you should go. They're still expecting you." Seonghwa just nodded keeping silent.

After knowing he had a girlfriend I suddenly don't want to be alone with him, I don't know why I have this feeling g of jealousy? No, probably is respect for his girlfriend.

I should stopped seeing Seonghwa, he will thanked me when he realizes this is the best idea because I don't want to started a figth in his relationship.

"We're leaving." Jongho said good bye to him and he waved back.

"Bye" I muttered without looking at him.

"Bye Pororo."

[bahllinsqrews]

Something Only You Can See...

Lee Know x Male!Reader

Male reader has 'lady bits'

SoftDom!Lee Know in the bedroom

Sweet Lee Know Hours

Dildo Usage

Gentle Cursing

Gentle manhandling

Minors DNI

Bit of Vanilla Sex

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You and your man Lee Know had been a little at odds with his attitude lately, you mentioned how fake he was acting when around you came near him. He didn't mean it, so he'll show you that you're still his one and only.

The night was smooth in the practice room, at least..you thought so, the calm before the storm. You and Lee know had a bit of an argument about how he was behaving and you didn't want it anymore. He watched as you stormed off, your little boots hitting the floor as you went, your ass in your jeans and so much more that made him want to devour you. But in front of the others, he had to keep a calm face. The night continued and Lee Know had left the practice room, thinking of you.

He went to the store nearby and got you some flowers and some chocolate since he knew they rang as your favorite, then came back to the shared room where you were laying on the bed. He hid the items behind his back and shifted quietly until he put them in the vase, then took the chocolates and laid on top of you, he placed them right next to your arm as you were face first in the pillow, listening to some soothing asmr on your phone to calm down from your angry streak. You felt a bit of weight on top of you, only to see Minho above you. You put your head back down and chose not to look at him. "What are you looking for, Minho...?" You say in such a dull tone. he doesn't respond. He only acts like a cat and gently headbutts you, snuggling into your skin to pick up your body wash scent of Cherry & Vanilla Macaroon and your lotion. You only sighed as you turned over onto your back so you could look at him, that's when he laid on his back, looking at you with big eyes.

You giggled as you pet him gently, him learning to purr really put his cat mode into a deep play. He stopped when he kissed you, that's when it all began. Him stripping of his clothing and you getting out of yours, you two shared deep kisses and gentle touches as he went closer and closer to your little hole. That was one of the reasons that Lee Know started dating you, you were different in all sorts of ways. His long fingers reached your clit, starting to slowly rub at it and building those sparks that you loved to feel. He gave you a smile before moving his two fingers inside at a slow pace, just how you liked it, you felt is growing cock resting under your thigh, rubbing ever so slightly. he truly wanted to fuck you senseless but with the way he treated you recently, he felt as if he didn't deserve it. Instead, he pulled away for a moment and you watched as he grabbed a box from under the bed. "Min..." you called, knowing what that meant. He only looked into your eyes, then took the toy out of the box. He laid back down beside you and opened your legs.

You smiled a bit as he did this, using the toy, stuffing it slowly into your wet cunt, moving it in and out, letting the bumps on it rub on you. There was a small row of them that specifically hit your clit, making you shiver moan and quake in his hands as he continued to use the toy. You gripped onto his arm, letting his name slip from your lips as he kissed your face, and neck. You smiled, giving his lips a few kisses before almost curling up at the stimulation. He moved the toy faster, his eyebrows knitted together, him rutting against your ass to cum himself. He said sweet I love yous and I'm sorrys as his hand moved faster. You gritted your teeth and let out a bit of a loud moan as you both came together, sighing in happiness as you came down from your high with him.

He spent the next few moments taking care of you, change in sheets, cleaning your toy, your favorite drink and snack with kitten cuddles as you two got as comfortable as you could. His last kiss to your forehead came as you both fell asleep, him treating you much differently from them on.

[everyepisodeofallymcbeal]

S1 E1 - Pilot

Maybe I'm saying this as a millennial (born 1993, or 4 b.m. -- before McBeal) but there is something so... specific (?) about watching 90s TV. The 4:3 ratio of old TVs, the colors, the quintessential geometry of 90s TV hair. Ah, the 90s! What a time to be alive: smoking in restaurants, I didn't know what a credit score was yet, it was the end of history!

Also, the SOUND! The sound of these shows is so appealing. I'm not talking about the music (at the end, we had 3ish minutes of a woman's voice soulfully wailing over a piano) but literally the production/mixing of the dialogue. Typically, I find myself watching Netflix/etc. with subtitles on so I don't miss a line of dialogue. But the sound balance in Ally McBeal comes across crisp, loud, and again, a distinct feature of 90s TV production.

On to the episode...

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Amidst the Frasurbane aesthetics of the late Clinton years, we meet Ally. The pre-opening-credits sequence (see previous post) shows us a young Ally in love with her boyfriend Billy as pre-teen paramours. Their relationship lasts from youth to law school at Harvard. After a year of law school, Billy decides to transfer to Michigan to get a spot on their law review; in doing so, he breaks up with Ally.

In present-day Boston, Ally quits her job at a law firm due to a senior partner's sexual harassment. To feign innocence, the senior partner (whomst I'll refer to as Mr. Mustache because I do not remember the character name) claims to have OCD, which compels him to squeeze women's butts, and uses this sham diagnosis to avoid punishment. Upon learning of this injustice, Ally immediately quits the firm. While walking out the door and onto the sidewalk, she bumps into an old friend from law school, Richard Fish (did I mention she went to Harvard?). This friend immediately offers Ally a job at his new firm, Cage & Fish. I love a plot point like this in a TV show. I get it, you need to set up a back story in 10 minutes or less, then get on to building characters and relationships. It can't be purely logical and reasonable. But it also sounds like this is how boomers and white-collar Gen-Xers got jobs before application portals and AI resume screening.

Cage & Fish is not like other law firms, they're a ~fun firm~. Mostly what makes them ~fun~ is the gender-neutral bathroom. And Richard Fish is shown to be obsessed with making money. That detail is used in a flashback as a joke, but like... you went to Harvard Law, I already assumed you didn't have morals and enrolled there to maximize your income slay. The gender-neutral bathroom detail I knew about Ally McBeal (the show not the woman) before watching, as a concept that has floated around in pop culture.

I'm not sure how I feel about the gender-neutral bathroom. Not due to any gender issues, but because of the architecturally open floorplan layout of the bathroom. Everyone is hyperexposed to every sound, smell, and splash of their coworkers' excretory varia. It's also a little upsetting to think about how this concept would be even more controversial today due to transphobic culture warriors creating the fake issue of bathroom usage. I love to be distracted by cultural conflict instead of building class consciousness!! How about you? Sorry, back to the episode. Wait, no, one last comment -- if a show today tried to have a gender-neutral bathroom on it, you'd have Jiminy Bumfuck from East-East-South Tampa pausing his episode of the Joe Rogan podcast to Google "Ally McBeel address" to try and mail Calista Flockhart a poorly-made pipe bomb. Maybe the loss of shop class in high school curricula was a good thing? Jiminy Bumfuck, of course, was encouraged in this venture by an X (née twitter) post from M4rjori3 T4yl0r Gr33ne. And if this post is ever used in a court of law, you should know that my newly diagnosed OCD causes me to say outrageous things for attention and I would never besmirch a lawmaker under my own volition! Now back to the show.

Ally starts at Cage & Fish, and is introduced to her assistant JENNA MARONEY. Ahem, let me try again. JENNA MA- ok, let me do this one more time. She's introduced to her assistant and star of TGS with Tracy Jordan, Elaine, played by Jane Krakowski. Elaine is very good at her job, and straight up should be a lawyer. Instead, she's Ally's assistant, staying on top of every case and all ongoings at Cage & Fish. She takes her job seriously, is literal to a fault, and very annoying. We didn't have the language for this in the 90s, but she clearly has autism. And VERY curly hair! But mostly autism.

Also working at Cage & Fish, and the emotional crux of the show, is ALLY'S EX, BILLY THOMAS. He's supposedly a very good lawyer (even though he went to Michigan (Ally went to Harvard, in case you didn't know)). Something I loved about the scenes between Ally and Billy were their joint usage of wispy bangs. Ally has the classic 90s wispy bang, with 4-9 sandy-brown tendrils bouncing across her forehead. Sometimes those tendrils get pushed up or to the side, to show that she's serious--or more likely as a continuity error. It's also so refreshing to see Billy with a wispy bang too. His hair doesn't really know what it's wants to do, so it just sort of comes forward and sits there to frame his face but remind you he's still young doesn't have it all figured out himself. Metaphor alert!

Ally is still desperately in love with Billy. Which is complicated by the fact that Billy is now married, and his wife Georgia is a lawyer at another firm! Georgia confronts Ally at her apartment about how they both love Billy and hate each other. Ok, sure, that seems normal. It's so confusing sometimes to be a girl, I guess. I hope that by the end of the series they can work it out on the remix.

Why is she in love with Billy? In the (admittedly) brief time we've known these characters, we don't learn much about Billy or his supposed charms. All we know is that he has a strong jawline, wears suspenders in the office, and I guess is a good lawyer. We have evidence that their relationship was built not on shared interestsor compatibility, but purely time. Speaking of time, how old is Ally McBeal supposed to be? Calista Flockhart was 33 at the time the pilot aired. Before I even looked up that fact, I assumed that they were in their early 30s. Billy would have broken up with her around age 23/24. It's been at least 7-9 years since you have SEEN or HEARD from this man, and you fall in love again at first sight? Ally, you don't need another dusty lavender skirt suit, you need THERAPY.

Ally has a roommate, Renee. Boston rent is expensive, but come on Ally, you're a corporate lawyer; you can get a 1-bed on your income! Renee is also the only person of color who had lines in the episode. There's a scene toward the end where Georgia is in Ally's office, and then Renee comes in to seemingly bully Georgia (why do we pit women against each other!), and all three women are wearing suits in three distinct but deeply Clinton-era shades of beige-inflected purple.

Also in this episode, we see some TV lawyers get to work! And of course, practicing the law is never as straightforward as you think. Although the way they "win" the sexual harassment case, by secretly recording Mr. Mustache, probably isn't legal in Massachusetts, I do love to see women win! The second case is about a Playboy-esque magazine being sued for libel for printing a comic about a priest involved in an affair. The judge gets sooooo angry about the print media! And how they "stoop so low to sell magazines"! Ah, the print media, how quaint. I'm not a lawyer but I do like the inclusion of legal cases in TV shows. It's sort of like a logic puzzle embedded into the plot! I find that charming and yes I was more of an indoors recess kid, why do you ask?

While Ally tries to figure out life, love, and the law, we get a peek into her psyche through surreal daydreams -- a child-sized Ally sitting in a giant chair when she feels insecure in a meeting, or arrows shooting into Ally's chest upon Billy informing Ally of his marriage. This is fun! This is what the show is about. This puts us on Ally's side, makes us root for her even through her foibles and imperfections. The audience wants to see into the internal world of Ally, but as the mulit-camera, stage play style sitcom grew out of fashion in the late 90s, we wanted to know what these characters were thinking/feeling without hammy over-acting of, say, The Nanny, or saccharine emotional turns of Friends. These daydreams have a direct link to the use of 1-on-1 character interviews in mockumentary style shows like The Office of Modern Family -- to make obvious the internal worlds of the characters and serve as a punchline. The ironic and fast-paced tone of the show my keep us at arm's length, but Ally's fantasies invite us in just enough to make us empathize.

The politics of the show are a snapshot into the not-too-distant past: is sexual harassment bad or funny? Should Ally flirt with the potential clients to get their business? Isn't it funny that one of the potential clients iS A LeSbiAn?! There are two instances where "fat" is a punchline. You can't get too precious about the political correctness of a TV show from a pre-iPhone world. But I am looking forward to see how this point of view comes across through the advancing sexual and racial politics of the late 90s and early 2000s.

Overall I like the show! I like that Ally is a flawed hero. Which, yes, is a euphemism for annoying. The type of girl who would dominate a lunchtime conversation with tales of how "everyone" in her office is being "so dumb" but very quickly you understand that she is the villain in every story she tells. Otherwise, the show is pretty fast-paced and joke-dense. I'm not sold on some of the character relationships/details, but eh, the pilot episode needs to set up a lot in a limited amount of time. TV is supposed to be for turning off part of your brain and going along for the ride. I'm looking forward to watching these goofballs get along. It's clear that on Ally McBeal, nothing is black and white. Instead, it's these very 90's shades of charcoal and ecru.

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I've decided to watch the show and write about it because I needed to hmmm feel like I have a goal to accomplish and use my brain so it doesn't turn to mush during this time of unemployment. I make no promises about the length or even content of future posts. Thanks for randomly reading this!

[kindlythevoid]

M:I Dead Reckoning Spoilers

This is your last warning.

OKAY so on the one hand, I cannot believe they killed off Ilsa!! Did they do a good job of foreshadowing it? Yes, I saw it coming a mile away even before they got to the bridge. However, (in my opinion) it was a disappointing move.

I was so down for Hayley Atwell to be in this movie. In fact, I still really love her character + character development over the course of the movie!! I think she was well fleshed out for her first movie!! But just because they introduced a new character (and dare I even say… love interest???) does not mean they can kill off the only other female on the team. They one-hundred-percent fridged her for the sake of Ethan’s dilemma later on in the movie, and that was after they already set up the first fridge in the beginning of the movie to show how angry/scared he was of this guy.

Furthermore, they killed her off to perpetuate Ethan’s tragic love life. We know that before Ethan joined the IMF, his SO was killed by Gabriel. In the first movie, the woman he was seeing on his team is killed with the rest of them in the beginning of the movie. We never hear from the thief (Ms. Hall?) after the second. Julia we know fakes her death and becomes a ghost after the third movie. And then, in Fallout, it seems like Ethan’s finally given permission (by Julia or himself or the circumstances, take your pick) to move on and be with Ilsa. Only for it to all fall apart in the very next movie!!

There was no reason to kill off Ilsa. It was bad writing, especially after hinting at Grace being his next love interest and killing off Ilsa because of her. There was no reason for Grace not to get along with everyone as friends in the IMF or as a contact or what have you and still have Ilsa as Ethan’s SO as well as a rogue agent/in the IMF/ghost contact.

That being said.

Now that I have finished blaming the writers, I must congratulate them in the way they handled Ilsa’s death. I mentioned earlier that I was able to see Ilsa’s death foreshadowed in the cinematography and the overall feel and narrative of the movie. Faking her death in the beginning of the movie to prime the audience for her real death later, having her face blown up on the tv screen behind the director when he tells Ethan that continuing this path will cost him, and the overly blatant call out of the entity that she was closer to the bridge than Ethan.

Concerning the bridge itself, I feel like it was somewhat ridiculous to have Ilsa carry a sword over a gun, but those feelings aside the sword v knife fight was freaking awesome. They did do her (as well as Grace before) justice in the fight against Gabriel in the fact that visually they were really cool looking fights and they weren’t taken out in two swings.

And on the matter of Grace’s presence at the bridge, I have to say it was very in character for Ilsa to pursue Gabriel in an effort to save Grace. From our first meeting with Ilsa, she was always willing to put an ally’s life before her own (just as Ethan is so prone to doing) and so character-wise, it makes sense for Ilsa to go in without backup, without waiting.

Am I still mad that she died? Absolutely! I could also talk about their usage and subsequent disposal of Paris (a really awesome and fun character; tbh I am not totally sure that’s her name), but right now I wanted to focus on Ilsa’s death as Paris’s role in the movie requires her own pros and cons list. However, I can say that I (personally) think that it was handled much better than some other movies deal with their characters deaths. Overall, it was a fantastic movie and I will be watching part two next year to see how they round off this arc.

[colourful-void]

OKAY I GOT DISTRACTED FOR A BIT BY GETTING IN THE ZONE BUT AITSF UDPATE:

1: finished the komeji and shoma ending! i! okay ill be honestly i wasn't super thrilled. I REALLY like the set up stuff in terms of simulation reality, and beleiving its all fake bcs you can't cope, im MASSIVELY INTO THAT. But. I don't. like. Komeji I'm so sorry his just. he's so cube. and he annoys me. I feel like a usually have a pretty high tolerance for this kinda stuff but I just. On paper i get it but in practice I really dont like him. was very happy to see date n co tho. i think it's RIDICULOUSSSS how they explain date's interest in porn like that did not need to be explained. however. its such a stupid explanation it kinda loops back around to being funny to me. sure. why not.

2: ollowing finishing that route i tried to get back to Tokiko to see if i could use that elevator code, bcs she'd been mentioning frayers and i thought i knew what that was but i did not. but no thats only 6 digits so still not right f=/. dang. i also tried to get onto mizuki's half i miss my baby, but i found i needed two names. i know Dahlia is one, but the other is 4 letters so. Currently its probably either for Mame, Lien, or Naix. I suspect Naix the most as an answer.

3: started onto the other route from komeji's somnium. I maintain that these are too easy. It's not like they're like. the problem is that I feel like i'm being treated like I'm an idiot. ryuki and tama talk everything out in such detail, and theres often not a lot of stuff to interact with at all, a lot of which doesn't even let you make the choices like from the last game. like, proper timie usage was SO important to me last game and in this one I've never even racked up 3. i also feel like there's less dream logic, and it's a little disappointing. like, oh tape the cardboard back together. turn on the tv. =( the whimsy. it did improve some in the back half though, and i'll take it!!!

4: liking this dead komeji route WAY MORE than the other one. its not that i hate him that much but i do like the way the plots moving here. what does mame know? whats the masked womans deal? has anyone seen shoma. WHAT IS WRONGGGG WITH RYUKI <33. what is wrong with ryuki is by far my favourite mystery. im more interested in that than i am in the half body killings honestly. (part of that is teh victims i think. we dont really know jin, chikara was annoying at best but the more i learn about him the more i hate him, komeji was annoying, so. honestly i havent really been that upset about any of them dying. tokiko i did love and i am sad she's gone, but also these murders are a little bland following the first game. i just watched a guys head explode could there at least be a little blood? just a little? i know its probably for plot reasons but ive never missed gore so bad. im not even that into gore.

5: somewhere on the dead komeji route i finally figured out what that little green thing in the menu was so i've activated my tamagotchi thingy!! very fun i love it. mines an iris-y one or something? its cuteee!!

6: in terms of the wider mystery: im just really curious how far they're gonna commit to being meta.they did start with asking ME what i knew about the last game so.... looking forward to ryuki's whole deal, actually getting to play as my darling mizuki again, finding out what is UPP with date. i really like the weird videos series i just think they're neat. if the endgame doesn't have a somnium based on those thigns i will be disappointed, surely thats what we're building to.

i left off right before starting mame's somniumin the gameshow room. i don't think shes' actually involved in the killings, but doing that would be REALLY NEAT as a sequel thing, imo. i'd like it. i think shes just hiding stuff bcs she was threatened. assumably i've still got a good chunk of the game to paly! i havent done much if any of the extra eyeballs either, just whats on the way so. i'll get those guys. have been picking up some costumes n stuff tho. you can put tama <33 in pants <3333333333.

[epitomees]

Maybe he peaked last time with a gift he didn’t make but ordered. Something from Junes felt like such a step down. He didn’t know where to start with the obvious mystery novels and he had seen Naoto spend hours staring deeply at the coffee beans on the ground floor of Junes. She clearly knew her stuff and he wasn’t going to try and test his luck with something she was an expert in.

He didn’t want to ask Kanji again because it was embarrassing; he was the senpai, the guy Kanji was supposed to respect and admire and there he was, asking him to make a stuffed cat. Point was, he didn’t want to rely on Kanji. Not again.

Naoto’s fondness for dudes in spandex suits fighting clearly fake monsters may be a clue, he decided, and he booked it to Okina after seeing how inadequate the manga section at Yomenaido was. Okina Books, unlike Yomenaido, was a lot bigger, and the second floor was actually a second floor. He scurried up the stairs, and began looking at all the titles, hoping to find mention of Kamen Rider and Super Sentai, or even a Godzilla thing because those fell under the tokusatsu umbrella, right?

He almost thought Robot Detective would work—it had a newsboy hat like Naoto’s—but there wasn’t a lot. The art was dated and knowing Naoto, she could blitz through it within 24 hours. He kept looking, then stopped at Kikaider. It looked like her Shadow when it went apeshit and the symbols scattered around the base were a Kamen Rider reference of some kind.

Between Android Kikaider and Kikaider Code 02, he had no idea which one Naoto preferred or if anything was different. He settled with the latter because it had 7 volumes instead of 6. He bought all of them and added a Godzilla plush, not a huge loss on his wallet ever since TV world funds were shared. 

There wasn’t a lot of time to wrap it, so like last time, it was all stuffed into a bag and given to Naoto on her special day.

“If you thought I’d miss this year, think again!” He winked because he tended to do that a lot around her, for a reason he knew pretty well. “Happy Birthday to my most favorite and tiniest little detective!”

Gifts never usually lasted long. Depending on the type, normally a present's life-span ended within several days of its purchase. A week, at best, or even two weeks if the receiver tended to its care. Rarely did many live longer than a year, but then again, sometimes they held their own surprises. Items like plants, new pets, or say...stuffed animals fell into this category, but even so, their health solely depended on the person taking them into their care.

Naoto grew up knowing these responsibilities by heart. The sole reason Grampa allowed Hercule in the mansion was to teach the young detective of accountability and consequences. When Hercule suffered, so did Naoto. Without proper food, a well-kept and clean play area, or disposing soiled substances from high traffic zones, the small guinea pig wouldn't last as long as he already had. Several years later, and the fat nugget still wheeked when dinner wasn't properly served on the dot.

He never lost his youth.

Perhaps these learned traits and lessons explained why Naoto's black cat plush still looked rather new. No loose trimmings, no unnecessary (or emergency) visible stitching, and its colors never lost its sheen. Vibrant, deep dark colors of black and navy blue still kept their vibrancy after only a year of usage. Miss Marple: a headstrong, go-getter feline. That's the name Naoto coined the day Yosuke gave it to her. On certain nights where insomnia prevented her a full night's sleep, Naoto found herself keeping the small plush tucked under her arm. Not squeezing it tightly but...allowing it to be present. Just sit there, lay with her, and it gave Naoto the chance to stroke its soft texture intermittently. As a means of relaxation and keeping herself grounded.

Proper gratitude and appreciations already had been exchanged at the time Yosuke hand delivered his present, but to think it assisted her this much came as a surprise. At this time, Naoto knew where exactly Miss Marple could be found: sitting up straight, handkerchief slightly angled to the right which mirrored the position of her hat, and comfortably resting on top of her pillows. Yakushiji made a point to keep her there, or pick her up if he happened to peak inside Naoto's room during her slumber.

She grew to be a very important member of the Shiroganes.

Presently, the end of April signified yet another completed year living and breathing on this planet. And as expected, several of the Investigation members made it painstakingly known by means of celebratory text messages and spontaneous meetups. Naoto began growing used to these improvisational plans rather than being extremely irritated most times. She never enjoyed the constant attention, yet it became customary once her name became the Shirogane agency's head proprietor. Media recognition vastly differed from that of close family and other trusted individuals. Those whom knew the Naoto behind the television screen saw the real detective; for her own faults, her short-comings, and her self-destructive habits.

Despite knowing it all, as it was laid out plainly in front of them due to her own Shadow's personality, they stuck by her side. They even forgave the detective's stand-offish and brash behavior once rescued from the other side. First introductions always left a lasting impression, and yet they unanimously decided giving her a second chance. No amount of authority figures or contracted partners ever asked to start over.

Neither did any past clients or bureaus bother sending Naoto a card for her birthday. Not like she asked, or she desired their validation at this point. It didn't bother her. What mattered more were the others, like Yosuke, whom made it a point to feel seen, or feel more special on their designated day of birth. Another lopsided smile greeted the detective, one all too familiar to an astute observer like Naoto. Another gift bag, as well. He never had enough free time to himself, did he...

"...no, actually, considering how adamant you were to spend time with me last year as well." This time, however, the bag held more weight when it slipped into Naoto's hands. Past the poorly dressed Paper-Mache, greyish hues spotted the vast number of books neatly lined together, cover to cover. Careful fingers pulled out a random selection towards the middle, eyes observing and glossing over the colorful manga cover.

Robots. A lone mechanical creation with a detailed depiction of its hard-wiring and metallic plating. Fitting, for someone invested in sentai content media. Further inspection revealed the whole set had been gifted to her. An expensive present, for sure, but appropriate from someone like Yosuke.

"...I have heard of this series before, but I never found any time to properly locate the reading material." It's another success. After taking the bag in one hand, Naoto raised the brim of her hat towards Yosuke. For a brief moment, something akin to a smile sat on her lips. And perhaps if Yosuke looked closer, a slight tinge of red on her cheeks.

"...I'm glad you found it..." All of it, just for her. "...thank you, Yosuke."

[romans-artblog]

Starting from scratch.

It’s been a while since I’ve needed to type on a computer; I used to work in an office job and use computers every day, but now I work in luxury fashion and it’s more hands on – a lot less computer usage. I used to write nearly every day when I was studying at university as well, but it’s been over a year since I graduated now.

I’ll start by introducing myself. My name is Roman, I’m 23, 5’2”, and a Scorpio. I’m from Liverpool, though my scouse accent is not that thick. I have an educational background in art and economics and studied Fine Art at university – I graduated with a 2:1. I’m predominantly a painter, inspired by the Italian renaissance and baroque periods, but in the last couple of years I have found myself experimenting with more modern styles when using art as a form of therapy, and these works seem to have a much more pop art visual inspiration. I enjoy collage and quick sketches to resolve personal feelings that I can’t just mentally work through.

While I studied Fine Art at university, during my 3-year stint in higher education I discovered that my real passion was not the practical production of artwork itself (although I do still enjoy making art when I have the time), I found that the theoretical and historical review of artworks was where I really found my groove. Every semester my grades in the ‘art history modules’, as we called them, would exceed that of the more practical courses. If I’m very honest, in my first year I thought about asking my course leader whether I could change paths and instead pursue the History of Art degree that my university provided in the same building – the course leader for that degree hosted our theoretical module lectures on a Tuesday, so I already had somewhat of a relationship with her. Ultimately, I didn’t make the change as, and looking back on this now I feel my reasoning was a foolish mistake, I had already made friends on the fine art course. I didn’t want to miss out on the social aspect of university either.

I graduated July 2022, and since then I have been working in luxury fashion, as already mentioned. I won’t go into this too much, but it was more an opportunity that fell into my lap during a desperate time rather than an active decision to go into the premium industry, and while I’ve always had a love for designer fashion, it’s not where I want to stay for the rest of my life. I plan on doing my MA soon (next year or two perhaps?) but there are no university’s that do an Art History course that I could reliably commute to everyday within the vicinity of Liverpool, so it will require me to move to a different city, and I’m not very good at dealing with change.

So, in the meantime, I’m trying to get back into the swing of writing about art – sometimes critically, sometimes just expressing my own opinion. I guess it’s just so I don’t fall out of practice. I spent 3 years and over £27,000 on my degree, I don’t want to lose the critical writing skills that I paid such a high price for. The last real piece of writing I did about art was my ‘dissertation’. I use that word rather loosely as that wasn’t what it actually was – my university ditched dissertations for the fine art course a few years before it came to me writing mine, but we still had to complete a 5,000-word essay on any topic of our choice. As my educational background before university was in art and economics, I decided to write my paper on the financial underworld of art forgeries and the ethics of selling fakes. This paper is still one of my greatest achievements if I’m honest. It was the only module in my final year that I got a first-class grade in. I’ll be posting it after this, just as a starting point.

It’s the first day of 2024, and this year I’d like to make some steps forward in my career, even if it’s just the odd post to this blog. Actually, I’m going to write a little list of goals for 2024:

Write more about art. Does NOT need to be volumes, just the odd thing here and there.

Decide whether I’d like to set up my own website for my writing (dependent on goal 1, not much point of a website if I’m only going to make 1 post a year)

Decide when and where I am going to do my master’s degree.

Become more active in the local art scene. Never let anyone tell you that there is no art up north. I made quite good friends with 2 girls on my university course who are now the new stars in the Liverpool art scene, so perhaps I should see whether they’d be responsive to me witing about their shows.

Quit smoking. Not art related but just as important all the same.

And that’s a little bit about me. Like I said in my goals, I’m not too sure how often I’ll be writing or posting. Honestly, other than doing my master’s degree, I don’t even know where to start to try and get my foot in the door of the world of writing critically about art, but I need to start somewhere, so this is better than doing nothing.

(Every post prior to this was made during my time at university - during first and second year we had to keep a blog where we made posts about our own artwork as well as visiting lecturers works. I was never good at writing about my own artwork and it was rare that I actually enjoyed the visiting lecturers works, so I never really did the blog thing successfully. I want to keep the posts up regardless, as it also gives a bit of insight into my past.)

[chloeunitfive]

Is Vegan Fashion Really Better For The Planet? 

We've all heard that eating a vegan diet is healthier for the environment, but what about fashion? Animal-derived materials such as leather, wool, and silk have long been staples of the luxury fashion business, but rising environmental and ethical concerns have led to a surge in vegan fashion appeal in recent years. So, is vegan fashion truly healthier for the environment? When comparing the greenhouse gas emissions of animal-based products versus vegan alternatives, the answer is often yes. "The available lifecycle assessments (LCAs) do show that leather from cattle has higher GHG emissions than, say, polyester or cotton production," says Ashley Gill, senior director of standards and stakeholder engagement at materials non-profit Textile Exchange. "Some of those emissions come from the methane from cows' digestion, emissions from food production, and deforestation happening in the leather supply chain." According to the Higg Materials Sustainability Index, a tool that uses LCAs to measure the impacts of different materials, wool and silk (the latter of which requires a large amount of energy to produce) have a greater impact on global warming than synthetic alternatives such as polyester and acetate (often used as a replacement for silk).

These effect estimates, however, may not always reveal the entire story. "The LCAs don't tend to capture that sometimes a leather good [for example] may, in most instances, last longer than something made from synthetic material," she says. Indeed, a 2018 study analysing the impact of four sweaters - composed of wool, cotton, polycotton, and acrylic - discovered that the wool sweater had the least impact when the usage phase was considered. It's also worth noting that many vegan substitutes contain at least some synthetics, with some so-called vegan leathers being entirely plastic (thus the name pleather, which was often used to refer to "fake leather"). When it comes to fabrics like polyester, acrylic, and acetate, which are frequently used as wool and silk substitutes, there's also the issue of microplastics being discharged into our rivers when washed, not to mention the fact that they're generated from fossil fuels. "Being vegan has no direct impact on sustainability." Of sure, it can have environmental advantages in some cases, but that is not the goal of the vegan definition," Gill says. "Something that is called vegan could be made from virgin plastic using highly toxic chemicals - that's a really important thing to understand."

Sébastien Kopp, co-founder of Veja, an eco-conscious trainer brand that sells both vegan and non-vegan items, agrees. "Can you claim to be more environmentally conscious if you replace leather with plastic fabrics derived from petroleum?" "You end up drilling petroleum if you follow the path of plastic," he argues. Even plant-based alternatives, such as Piatex, which is manufactured from pineapple waste, and Mylo, which is formed from mushroom roots, contain some synthetics, raising concerns about what happens to these materials when they are no longer useful, given that they are not biodegradable. The coated cotton fabric used by Veja for their vegan footwear is the same. "We created an alternative to leather based on our Fairtrade and organic cotton," Kopp goes on to say. "CWL is 60 percent organic cotton and 2 percent maize." The rest is still plastic, but it's a huge step ahead." Of course, these materials are still in their infancy and will definitely improve (100% plastic-free alternatives, such as Slow Factory's Slowhide, are currently under development). It's also worth mentioning that, depending on the tanning procedure used to prepare the hide, not all animal leather is biodegradable. On the other side, there are increasing initiatives to make animal-based products more sustainable, whether by recycling fibres or sourcing fibres generated through regenerative farming practises like natural grazing. Creating a more transparent supply chain will be critical, as evidenced by a recent investigation tying leather to Amazon deforestation. "I believe that in the next few years, you will have a proper leather supply chain that ticks all the boxes, from processing to traceability to high animal welfare," says Nina Marenzi, founder of the non-profit The Sustainable Angle, which is driving the Future Fabrics Expo. "We're starting to consider how materials can have a positive impact." Shouldn't we have soil-nourishing ingredients that aid to boost topsoil biodiversity? When you consider that, you're taking a different approach to these materials - [items like] leather certainly have a job to play." Of course, there are ethical reasons why people choose vegan fashion, but the answer isn't yet black and white when it comes to whether it's truly better for the earth. As a result, the current emphasis is on making both vegan and non-vegan materials as sustainable as feasible. "If you have best practise on both sides, ultimately, it really is a personal decision whether you want to use something that has been made from animal [products] or not," Marenzi said.

Referencing:

Emily Chan. (2022). Is Vegan Fashion Really Better For The Planet?. [Online]. British Vogue. Last Updated: 9 February 2022. Available at: https://www.vogue.co.uk/fashion/article/is-vegan-fashion-sustainable [Accessed 7 November 2023].