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Why are you anti Ethias?
Hey Nonny,
I'm not into couple-combo names. (Have you ever seen a Casias or Kaythan on my blog? Nope...and you never will. Lol.) So, I was a little lost at first. But now that I've figured it out, I'm genuinely curious as to why you think I'm "anti"? I really don't know where you're coming from.
Sure, I've given my opinion (though not recently) on why I personally don't ship Ethan x Tobias. It's mostly because I think they'd fucking kill one another, but that's just my opinion. I never disparaged anyone for having a differing opinion. I like differing opinions... without them, life would be pretty fucking dull.
I know our fandom is toxic AF, so god forbid you state an idea or opinion. It seems many who don't share it take it as a personal insult or attack. And, who knows? I'm sure that's how some people here operate, but it's not how I do. I'm capable of appreciating other people's concepts and ideas, even if they differ from mine. So, I assure you, I'm not "anti" "Ethias", they're just not one of my personal ships. That's a real stretch, Nonny.
The only time I'd be "anti" would be if a pairing was unhealthy or immoral (such as non-consent, ped0, etc.). In those cases, I'd block the user (report if necessary) and move on. I have no time to waste on things like that. I'm the queen of "ship and let ship." I don't give a fuck what anyone else HCs, and I want people to allow me to HC what I want to in peace. It's a shame so few here seem to be capable of that.
I usually don't engage in this conversation anymore because it is the epitome of toxicity and lunacy in our fandom, but you were so off-base in your assertion I felt the need to correct you. I hope this has clarified things for you, and if it doesn't, please feel free to DM me. I'm happy to discuss it.
#open heart#ethan ramsey#tobias carrick#please stick to facts and not fucked up ideas that are not mine#asks answered#oph fandom shit
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bsf!rafe waking up with morning wood
warnings: smut (mdni) maybe somnophilia if you squint i guess? morning wood, me trying something new bc i came up with this random blurb i might try out writing other blurbs like this??? so if you have any ideas or pairings you want me to write for pls lmk because as much as i love writing +2k word fics it's fun to rewind by writing shorter stuff too
wherever rafe went, you followed; and even though it annoyed some of his friends, they didn't dare to say anything about it to rafe, because the one time they did, he got so angry they thought they were getting their asses kicked.
everywhere, also happened to include his bed. it had started after you had accidentally passed out on his bed from how much you drank, and he didn't care if you were there or not, he was sleeping in his own bed. now, it had gotten to the point where you couldn't sleep without him, and vice versa.
but you weren't a couple, of course not. rafe wasn't one for relationships, and you were just his friend since childhood, and even if he fucked you into the mattress a couple of times per week, or the fact that he never allowed any other girl to be in his bed, or that he thought of you whenever he hooked up with someone, it was just friendship.
"come on, wake up pretty girl..." he mumbled into your shoulder as you started stirring awake, rafe holding up one of your thighs up slightly as his hand rubbed his hard cock against your panty-clad pussy.
"come on, rafe..." you mumbled sleepily, and the blonde pressed a small, warm kiss on your shoulder over the fabric of his t-shirt. "why'd you wake me up? can't you see that 'm tired..."
"princess.. i need you..."
"rafe, we already went three rounds yesterday..."
"please, baby..." rafe mumbled, pressing soft kisses to your neck, the action causing shivers to go down your spine, and you could feel your panties starting to get wet, sticking to your puffy folds. "i'll do anything... just need you so much right now..."
you looked at him with half-lidded eyes as he pressed lazy kisses on your neck, "anything?"
"anything for you, princess. including murder."
"will you buy me those vivienne westwood earrings i want?"
"hell, i'll get a matching necklace."
and that's how you ended up with your best friend on top of you, pounding into your already sore pussy from the night before, your face pressed against the sheet as you let out moans that got muffled by the pillow, a handful of your hair around his fist as you closed your eyes in pleasure, your fists gripping the sheets to try and anchor yourself as he spoke in a low tone with every thrust "such a good girl for me... you're mine... this pussy's all mine... no one's gonna fuck this pretty pussy like i do..."
yeah. just friendship.
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baby trapping bfb!rafe omg đ. it would most definitely be an accident, but now you could finally claim him. you werenât so opposed to the fact of getting pregnant with his baby beforehand, but because sarah was genuinely your friend, you made sure not to for the time being.
now rafe? heâd be so mad yet happy at the same time. he was very reluctant to even take off the condom off with you, and this seemed like the consequence to his actions.
âright there!â you moaned out as he hit the perfect spot inside of you.
âyea? right there?â heâd taunt, smirking down at the position he had you in. he pulled out for a second which almost made you cuss him out, but then lifted one of your legs in the air and held it by the back of your thigh, plowing his way back in again.
this made your eyes roll so far back you were almost positive they got stuck for a hot minute.
âthatâs the spot, huh baby?â heâd lean over and say into your ear. not being able to form words, all you could do was nod. but there was something you desperately wanted from all this.
heâd been folding you up, throwing you around and switching positions all night. and he knew exactly how you liked it. itâs like he could seriously do no wrong. all though this whole situation was wrong, you still seemed to forget that this was your friends brother. someone whoâs supposed to be off limits.
but we canât help who we like, right?
he definitely didnât care though, matter of fact, his dirty talk never stopped about it. âyea? that feel good being fucked by your friendâs brother? imagine if she saw us now. shit, i finally wouldnât have to hide my girl.â
and he just continues.
âyea rub that clit baby. soak this cock.â
âkeep taking it baby, know you can.â
âlet go baby, cum all over it.â
as soon as he felt your release, his came up not too long after.
âshit, you feel too good. gonna make me blow mine soon.â this right here is when you ask for whatever, knowing how easy it is for them to say yes when theyâre balls deep, seconds away from nutting.
âinside me? please!â youâd grab onto his shoulders, while his arms were now pressing your hip down into the bed.
his movement doesnât slow, but his face says the answer as well as his words. âyou know we canât. convincing me to go raw wasnât enough?â
âi just wanna feel you⌠all full inside me.â youâd say, almost choking on your words the way heâs still milking out your orgasm.
âiâll cum in your ass. how about that?â
âsânot the same! please, rafe. just once?â
he doesnât answer for a little bit, but the way his face starts to scrunch up, he was bound to cum in a few seconds.
âfine,â he finally says. âbetter fuckin take it all.â
right after that, his hot and heavy flow streams right into you, making your brain feel like complete mush.
after a few moments of just laying there, he pulls out and lays down next to you, pulling your head into his chest. âwonât be leaving you alone anytime soon with a pussy like that.â he chuckles, & you playfully hitting his chest.
â
the only thing that brought you was a world full of trouble. because here you are now, sitting on the toilet with a nauseous stomach, and positive stick in your hand to top it off. this most definitely was not supposed to happen, but you didnât feel that bad about it either.
taking a picture of it in your hands, you sent it to rafe then put your phone down and held your stomach again. you didnât even need that pregnancy test. the way you were throwing up buckets confirmed it by itself.
not even 5 minutes later, he texts you back.
âdidnât i tell you it was a bad idea? now how are you gonna tell sarah, cus im not.â
now that was definitely something you werenât thinking about in the heat of the moment.
#i love this trope so much#heâd be such a dick about it ngl đ#barbiiecams#drew starkey#outer banks#rafe cameron#drew starkey blurb#drew starkey drabble#drew starkey fic#drew starkey fluff#rafe cameron blurb#rafe cameron smut#drew starkey smut#rafe cameron drabble#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron angst#drew starkey angst#drew starkey headcannon#rafe cameron headcanons#bfb!rafe
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Beastmaster's Bond V (NSFW) FT Chaehyun
Author's note: this is my favorite Chaehyun pic this far. Gosh I love her so much.
By some miracle, Chaehyun and I managed to arrive in South Korea without fucking on the plane.
When exiting baggage claim get an Uber to our hotel. On the way, Chaehyun holds my hand tightly her nerves are palpable.
It's late at night by the time we get in do we are both tired with fried brains, but our bodies have other ideas. The moment the door closes to our room. I can feel the stockpiled arousal of 3 days inside me. I can feel my manhood harden to the point of discomfort. I look at Chaehyun and a similar look is in her eyes. We both strip without breaking eye contact while whispering our dirtiest desires to the other.
âIm going to fill that pussy with so much cum,â I started. Chaehyun was so feverish in her arousal she said.
âI want you to put your dick so far in me that I can almost taste it. Then I wanna choke on it. I want to pass out gagging on your dick whether it's in my mouth or my pussy I don't care.â
âThen I guess I'll just have to fill both your holes,â
âPromise?â Chaehyun asks eyes sparkling
I smile âGuarantee,â
Chaehyun gets on her knees as I rest my cock on her face.
âI missed this cock,â she said as she began stroking my rod I stick my rod down her throat and start fucking her face. Her gags echo through the room as I grab her cheeks and ravage her face. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as I hear her scream. I look down to make sure she's okay only to see her cumming viciously under me. His throat opens up and then rapidly clenches me in.
I watch as her seductive smile drives me to a quick release. I watch as she swallows my cum, and my dick hardens again. I feel the overwhelming urge to devour her but her scent smells different. Something is different about my mate. I can't place it though as she bends over the bed and wiggles that fat ass begging me to fill her. âHow do you want it, tiger?â I ask
âPound me till I can't walk tomorrow or the next day,â she moans desperately. Her body calls to me as I approach. She seems needier than usual. Mewling and moaning as soon as enter her. As I line up with her I begin to wonder why or how our bodies began to emulate the megafauna but I can't think for long because Chaehyun releases a scent that I haven't smelled before.
âBabe please fill me,â she says. I take in the scent and something happens inside of me. A wall breaks and I turn Chaehyun over. I grab at her breasts groping and massaging while being consumed by the thought that she's mine and no one else. I run my rod through her and she moans uncontrollably. While this is going on I can't help but feel like something is different in both of us. I continue to rail her as I try to figure out what's different. Her pussy is like a vice grip on my cock; squelching and drenching my cock in her slick. I noticed that Chaehyun is never this wet nor is she this tight usually. Her boobs also look bigger. Her hips are fuller as I feel around I notice in fact they are bigger. Chaehyun moans her voice is huskier than it normally is and then it all clicks for me.
âYou pregnant I say as I'm balls deep in Chaehyun.
She dials in for a moment as I fuck her, âno I'm not,â she says.
âYes, you are,â I say as I go down to her right tight and begin to suck Chaehyun's claws into my back while I begin to feel milk flow from her chest. She throws her head back as I continue to suck her right tit. When my mouth is full I bring my lips to hers and drool some into her mouth. Chaehyun moans as she wraps both her legs around my waist. Her pussy clenched my cock as I finally gave in to the animal inside. I exploded inside Chaehyun. She moaned as she came as well. Her breasts heaved before her milk just exploded everywhere. I tried to lap up as much as possible as we both collapsed on the bed. A possessive wave floods my body as I grasp her tight. She moans again making my cock harder.
âAre you that desperate for me to fuck you again,â I said and Chaehyun smiled.
âWhat's got into you Rexy,â she coos.
âMy mate is bearing my child,â I say while Chaehyun strokes me slowly. Our eyes lock and I see my mate as she sees herself and she sees me as I see myself. It was a surreal experience but pleasant. We fall asleep content in each otherâs arms.
At some point during our rest and recovery, I woke up my cock still embedded in Chaehyunâs snatch. Her breath alerts me she's sleeping peacefully but she releases that scent and I'm inundated and overwhelmed by the urge and need to fill her. I give in by giving a slow and powerful thrust. I hear a yelp as Chaehyun jolts awake.
âFuck harder,â she moans and all bets are off. I take a long pause before drawing out only to slam into her fertile pussy again. She smiles as she looks into my eyes. She smiles as her fingers claw into me. A wave of pride and lust washes over me with such intensity I almost pass out from it.
As I thrust into her my wisps begin to float around us. Chaehyun looks at one and smiles. She reaches out and touches it and chills go down my spine as if I felt that. Her pussy clinches my rod trying to get another load.
âDrown my pussy in your cum. I want your pups. I'm your mate I earned them,â Chaehyun says with a sexy husk that causes me to explode inside her. I watch as she stares at me with lustful satisfaction as her legs lock me inside her ravenous cavern. I noticed an evil glint in Chaehyunâs eyes her legs unlocked from around my waist as she pushed me down her eyes pools of endless lust with no other thoughts. She lowers herself and drools all over my cock. I watch in terror as it grows bigger than I've ever seen for her. Chaehyun wraps her tits around my cock. She gradually massages my shaft I groan and give in to her body's demands of me. I lift my mate ad force my cock back into her pussy as we fuck the animal inside awakens fully, âwho's pussy is this,â I growl at my mate. Chaehyun moans in ecstasy before replying âYours. Now who's cock is that,â
I responded with âyours,â as another orgasm hit the both of us. As we lay together after our orgasms are through a mixed pheromone releases and sends us both in an unending orgasm as the both of us try but can't stop cumming.
After two hours of endless orgasms, I lay next to her as we both dozed off.
The next morning I get up and see my favorite gal waking up with me. She was fixing her disheveled hair which led to her having the cutest expression. I went to help her and as I did she gave me a confused look.
âWhat I can't love my fiance?â I asked. Chaehyun looked at me and blushed.
âHuh?â she said with furrowed brows and furtive glances.
I smile at her before saying, âYou heard me. Why can't I love my fiance?â
Chaehyun smiles bashfully as she sits across from me.
âI was going to wait till we got home to officially propose but since you're pregnant I figured now is a good time as any.â Chaehyun blushed as I got on one knee.
I smile as I stare into her eyes âWhat do you,â I start before Iâm cut off by an âAbsolutelyâ Before I can get up though I am pummeled by so many kisses.
When Chaehyunâs affection bombing stops she looks up at me and I am filled with love for her. After that, we get up and go to breakfast with her parents. On the way, Chaehyun asks me about my family.
âHey Dino why don't you talk to your family?â she asks.
âUh they don't like my hobbies,â I reply âso I have no real conversations with them as they center conversations typically about what they like or what they're doing.â
âThat explains why you suck so much at small talk,â Chaehyun teased. I shrugged and replied
âHey I still bagged a baddie,â Chaehyun looked at me confused before I said
âIt's you, dummy!â Chaehyun smiled as she parked us in. We walk inside the venue. She looks around confused for a bit before locking eyes with her dad and mom. She smiles and runs happily to them with me following behind the squealing girl.
Her dad looks at me with a glare I stand in front of him with a hopefully kind smile but the glare still stands.
"So you're the Upstart from California." He says.
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any thoughts abt yandere beomgyu or taehyun? đ
gn!reader
warnings: yandere subs, dom reader, reader is kinda (really) mean, bully beomgyu (for beomgyu's part), bully reader (for taehyun's part), it's smut with a sub yandere so more stuff along those lines, etc.
beomgyu:
i will preach the sub bully yandere beomgyu until the day that i die-
he's such a spoiled, conceited brat that feels like he can step on anyone he deems 'deserves it' and get whatever he wants with the point of his finger
until he meets you,
who will put up with none of his bullshit, giving him none of the reaction of what he wants but maybe that's what makes him so interested in you
maybe it's the fact that he doesn't know how to deal with his emotions in a proper manner
or the fact that he's head over heels for you but doesn't know how to show it other than jeering at you in the hallways, calling you names as you walk by
but he quickly realizes that maybe you're not the best person to try to torment (pt.1 and pt.2 of previous bully!beomgyu)
because as mean as he can be, he knows you can be so much meaner than him
but maybe he likes that a little too much
even after all that he continues his little games, seeing just how far he can go, just how far he can piss you off until you're on him, making him 'regret ever being such a little bitch'-his words, not yours
he starts rumours about you, nasty ones that you can't seem to shake from the others susceptible to his influence
they'll believe anything he tells the, all because he has a pretty face and a self-acclaimed big dick
(which is, admittedly, partially true but you'd never tell him or anyone else that)
it would be a shock to anyone, really,
that beomgyu,
the guy who badmouths and bullies you on a daily basis,
tripping you in the halls and sticking crude things to your locker, causing problems and pointing the finger in your direction.
no would suspect that he,
is nothing but a whore on his knees for you behind closed doors, willing to do anything and everything for you to call him a few names.
that he sits on his knees on the tile floor of the dirty bathrooms after school, long after people have left for the day but not late enough that there won't be a few who've stayed behind for whatever other reason
that he gets off to this very idea, face red with the humiliation of it all.
moaning and whining under the eyes of the once again beomgyu - acclaimed 'school slut', fisting his cock as he desperately tries to get off,
begging, pleading with you to just touch him, just please, please, please bring him some relief.
you only roll your eyes, tugging his head back by his hair.
and he loves the fact all too much that he can see the anger that's been simmering in your eyes for weeks finally bubble to the surface. the sadistic mean side that you keep hidden from everyone else
"and why should i touch you?" your voice is a sneer that makes his cock throb in his hand. "because i'm a whore who slept with the teacher to get good grades?"
his eyes are wide, needy, greedy.
he's too used to getting whatever he wants. he's too used to people falling to their knees around him just because he's a rich boy with a pretty face.
"just, didn't want anyone else to want you-" he pants, your fingers threading through the all too soft strands of his hair. "you're mine."
"No."
he lets out a yelp when your shoe nudges against his dick,
rough and so fucking dirty but it's you and you're finally, finally touching him
you need to teach him a lesson.
"i'm not yours. and you're fucking dumb if you think i am."
one that he won't forget
"because why would i be if i was just a 'good fuck' but had some weird kinks." you laugh dryly, remembering the glint in his eyes as he stared you down, whispers formulating all around the hall about you and him.
"the irony, that you're spread out on the ground of the bathroom floor like some kind of dog, panting and begging for a treat from me? calling you a pathetic whore? and i'm the one with the weird kinks here."
you scoff
"you wish i let your pathetic dick anywhere near me, much less fuck me down into a mattress."
he can barely focus on what you're saying,
only on the feeling of your foot grinding down onto him.
he should find this demeaning,
disgusting,
wrong.
he should shove you away and get the fuck out of here with whatever decency he has left.
but he doesn't have any.
he enjoys this more than he could ever shamelessly admit, being here under your mercy
forced to be down onto his knees, stepping down on his dick as you degrade him
he could never say it aloud
but it isn't that hard to see from body language alone
the way he looks up at you with hearts in his eyes, as if you're some kind of god, blessing him with your very presence
adoration
and awe
and pure and utter love.
every cruel word dripping from your lips like honeyed venom, making his heart beat faster and his cock throb harder.
"you're fucking disgusting."
his hands fly around to grip onto your thighs, fingers digging into the fabric of your pants,
eyes lidding in bliss
"imagine if they could all see you now, spread out like this. would they idolize you then?"
he could lie and say that he didn't like it when you pulled his head back, fingers pressing into his jaw to open his mouth up,
before spitting on his tongue.
be it would be so obviously a lie.
he could also lie and say that he didn't go dumb at the taste of your saliva on his tongue, swirling around with his own before dripping down his throat
-it's the closest he's ever gotten to actually kissing you
he could say that he didn't, embarrassingly cum all over himself from it, letting out a strangled cry as ropes of it stain onto his ridiculously expensive shirt and pants
and your shoe
all while his eyes never leave yours.
looking up at you with the devotion of being the only thing that can manage to make his heart beat this fast
"now lick it off, you dog."
taehyun:
and you know what?
for the sake of these, let's just have it the opposite way for taehyun.
mean, bully reader who taunts him all day, calling him names and cornering in the hallways.
shy, lone tae who lets it happen, his head turned down, his cheeks stained pink when you do,
you didn't even realize him in the beginning, scurrying past you when you were mean to others, laughing with your friends
but he always knew you
watching you as you disinterestedly twirled a pencil through your fingers, two seats away from his
he could say from the very beginning that you interested him far beyond what was probably appropriate-but he couldn't help himself
not when he couldn't stop thinking about you, imagining the condescending tone you used directed at him for once
that sneer on your face, the look of disgust or the sadistic smile. you were gorgeous every way.
and he couldn't even restrain himself picking up his old digital camera he'd used years ago before getting bored, blowing the dust off it
and using to take pictures of you
people noticed him a bit more after that, not by much but the big camera always present in his hands or around his neck garnered it's fair share of attention
you noticed him, finally
glanced at him out of the corner of your eye in the hall or in class, but you never fully acknowledged him, never talked him
but for awhile a few looks were enough, his pictures were enough
until they weren't.
he needed more.
he needed you to look at him.
to be mean to him.
to notice him.
and you definitely did when he seemed to trip out of nowhere right in front of you and your friends,
pictures spilling out of his bag from the impact, spreading out all of the linoleum floor for everyone to see
You.
you smiling, you laughing, you frowning and glaring and sneering.
in class, on your route home, in your home.
pictures taken through a window of you half undressing, getting into bed, eating.
you stared at the photos...
before your gaze turned to him...
with everything he'd ever wanted.
finally your sights were set on him.
the word perv was thrown around, stalker and creep.
he liked them when they were from you
but those were nothing compared to the other things you'd do to him.
things he'd do for you without a second thought.
taunts were not enough. rumours he'd done a well enough job creating on his own. the rest was left up to you to fill.
you took his camera. he hasn't seen it since.
he doesn't care.
he has something much better now.
you. in the flesh. in front of him.
you had your own name for him too.
"dog."
that was perhaps his favourite.
yours too it seemed.
you thought it fit well to him.
his eyes wide, almost puppy-like when you approach him in the hallways.
you're not supposed to be here, technically he's not supposed to either.
not a peep of protest when face to face with you,
smirking toothily as you back him up into a wall, so close your nose nearly touches his, your hand resting on the wall over his shoulder, successfully trapping him in place.
he likes this position too much, even if he squirms away from your touch.
"Do you have it?"
taehyun is the type of guy you could bully for the answers to the homework or a project, but that would be too easy
you could steal his things and beat him until you were satisfied but that would probably be easier, still
it wouldn't appease that fire curling in the pit of your stomach when you see his lip quiver and his eyes flutter with unshed tears,
coincidentally it didn't appease that masochistic side to him either, the side that liked that fire in your eye when you made him do another embarrassing act
but maybe part of him that you liked so much was the willingness he had, the devotion he had to you,
following you around like a lost puppy,
at your beck and call whenever you wanted or needed him and even when you didn't.
he sits alone in his room, staring at your contact in his phone waiting for the next time you decide you're bored and want to make his life a living hell once more
coincidentally, lighting his life up once more
in some ways he needed you
and in other ways you needed him
the power trip that it gave you, knowing he'd get down on his knees in front of you and kiss your shoes, not because he was scared of you but because he loved to do it just as much as you loved to order it
"y-yeah, i have it."
he pulls something out of his bag, holding it out to you.
a small device, nothing special but the small plus and minus on it
you smirk. and slowly you let your eyes travel down the length of his body.'
"good boy~"
was it natural to feel a chest palpitation
when you call him that?
when you look at him with those eyes?
when you're so mean to him?
why does it only make his heart flutter?
"so what happens if I..."
you click your tongue at the exact moment your slide your finger down to click the plus button up,
click,
click,
click,
his body jolts, a rush of heat spreading throughout his body.
the toy vibrates inside of him, just for you.
click,
he clenches his jaw tight, trying not to make a sound under your eyes
"too much!" he squeaks.
you tilt your head to the side.
click.
he lets out a dry sob, body trembling against the wall, shaky legs only being kept upright by your hips pinning him to the surface.
"oh baby," a finger pushes his chin up, brushing over his pulse point and adam's apple before forcing his eyes onto yours.
"don't be a wimp now~"
you move in, close and for a momentary second of bliss he thinks you'll press your lips against his and fulfill the nasty wish of being touched by his bully for all too long
his eyes fall shut, lips parted in quiet pants
but you don't come.
you only laugh.
click.
"it's only too much when i say it's too much, puppy~"
his head spins. his eyes squeeze shut harder
and suddenly he hears a different click, more of a flash if he had to place it-
-a shudder?
he pries his eyes open to see you standing there still, somehow seeming to tower above him despite being the same height.
with his camera in hand.
"look at the camera puppy~"
and so he does
he whines, glazed over eyes staring directly at the lens, the utter adoration seeping through into the photo when you eventually print this out and keep to look at whenever you want
and he pants, just like the pathetic puppy he is
but he's your puppy now
click.
a/n: :)
#hard thoughts#dom reader#sub txt#txt smut#txt hard thoughts#txt x reader#sub!txt#sub beomgyu#beomgyu x reader#beomgyu smut#sub!beomgyu#sub taehyun#taehyun x reader#taehyun smut#sub kpop#sub idol#sub!idol#sub!kpop#dom!reader#gn!reader
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Happy Birthday? | Poly!Moonwaterkiller x Fem!Reader
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Pairing: Remus Lupin x Regulus Black x Barty Crouch Jr x F!Reader WC: 3,163 CW: swearing, teasing type of relationship, mostly fluff, slight angst at the end, slight talks of Regulusâs childhood, no use of Y/N Author's Note: This ship is inspired by @ellecdc please send her love. She's so talented and is just straight up amazing. Also I'm still new to writing so I hope you like it and I'm sorry if it's not good/doesn't make sense.
Summary: Itâs regulus birthday so you, Remus and Barty want to make it special but sometimes things donât go as planned.
I made this ig mood board inspired by the guy idk ive never made one before
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âBartemius Crouch junior! I swear to all that is holy in this world! If you stick your grubby hands in the frosting one more bloody time!â
âOh come on Lupin! You canât blame me, it's just so fucking good!"
Barty yelled, waving his hands around trying to defend himself.
You couldn't help but laugh at hearing two of your boyfriendsâ bicker while you put the chicken you just got done seasoning into the oven to cook.Â
Admittedly it was quite entertaining and it helped distract you a bit from stressing over the cooking that still needed to be done and the small decorations that needed to be put up for today.
It was Regulus's birthday, so you and Remus had gotten Sirius to take Regulus out for the day so you and your partners could try and surprise him with a birthday dinner for just the four of you.Â
You couldn't help but stress seeing as he should be home sooner than later at this point, and you wanted everything to be as perfect as possible since Regulus wasn't completely comfortable with celebrating his birthday still.Â
He didn't find the idea of a party and things of that nature to be fun, he found it more stressful and anxiety inducing than anything. (due to his childhood)
So the three of you have always tried to do a little something to make it special for him and to show Regulus that you all love him but never anything too much as to avoid overwhelming or making him uncomfortable.Â
âBarty, my love, how about you go and set up the âHappy Birthdayâ banner?â
âAnything for you angel.â
Barty says with a look that he reserved for only you.Â
It was love sick looks. The kind of look that could show the receiver every emotion the other person was feeling. It showed that you were loved by that person with their whole heart. The type of look that had both parties feeling vulnerable in the best way possible.
Even before you all had started dating, when you all were just friends in your earlier years at Hogwarts, he had always looked at you as if you hung the moon and all the stars in the sky.Â
He'd look at you as if you were the only good thing left in this world, and to him you were one of the only good things left in this world.
You and two other people that he held closer to his heart than he'd probably be willing to admit most days.Â
Though that didnât mean Barty didn't love Remus and Regulus.
It also didn't mean it was a secret of how much Barty loved Remus and Regulus. In fact he loved them with all his heart. He expressed how much he loved them somewhat often in his own ways.
Especially since he could be known for his flair of the dramatics at times, he had expressed many times that he loved the three of you more than anything.Â
Not that anyone could deny, or question it. More like no one would dare to deny or question it.Â
Barty has expressed many times how he'd burn down cities, commit unspeakable acts and take on any unforgivable in a heartbeat for Regulus and Remus.
The love Barty held for them two was the kind of love that was teasing and could be chaotic in the best way.Â
The type of love that could only be described as a âI can pick on them but you can't pick on them because they're mine��� in the most loving way Barty could possibly manage. And may the gods help any poor soul that ever tried to mess with someone who he deemed as his.Â
But the love he had for you was a softer kind of love, it was sweet. The kind of love full of things like love sick looks, soft touches, sweet kisses and even sweeter words.
Along with the promises of burning down cities, committing unspeakable acts and taking on unforgivablesâ, who would expect anything less from Barty? But I digress.
âYes please, piss off for fucks sake.â
Remus says in an exasperated tone waving Barty away. Barty then gasps dramatically and clenches his shirt as if he was clutching his âpearlsâ.Â
âYou don't mean that, Remmy.â Barty all but whined.Â
âPlus you couldnt get rid of me even if you wanted to.â
Barty states sending a smirk and wink at Remus, which Remus just responds with by rolling his eyes and hitting Barty with a dish towel playfully to distract Barty from the light blush that's undoubtedly spread across Remusâs face, as to avoid being teased further by him.
âBartyâs right Rem. Even if we wanted to, we're stuck with him, unfortunately.â
You say with a sarcastic little sigh while trying to suppress a smile that threatened to form due to the two men playful arguing.Â
Barty then gasps dramatically once more and puts his hand over his heart as if you just stabbed him in the heart as Remus snicker at Bartys reaction and to your comment.Â
âNot you as well, angel. You should know that words hurt. You've wounded me, you've basically killed me.â
Barty then pretends to sob as you and Remus shake your heads with smiles on your faces due to his behavior.
âGods youâve been spending way too much damn time around Sirius.â
Remus says while rubbing his hands over his face trying to hide his smile. You chuckle and walk up to Barty and give him a hug giving him your best âI'm sorryâ look.Â
âIâm sorry Barty, I just couldn't help it. Remus has influenced me far too much.. Blame him.â
You say in fake sincerity with a small nod as you hear Remus huff at your comment.
Barty lets out a chuckle and hugs you back with a smile on his face looking down at you as he holds you.Â
âIt's okay angel, I could never stay upset at you. Lupin on the other hand..â
Barty drags out the end of his sentence with a small smirk on his face as Remus scoffs dramatically at his loversâ statements.
âReally love? It's my fault is it?â
Remus says with his head tilted to the side and eyebrow raised, as if daring you to continue saying that he should be the one to blame for your âcruelâ comment to Barty.Â
âActually Lupin, I think it is your fault.â Barty stated apparently agreeing with you.
âAnd what has brought you to that conclusion Junior?âÂ
Remus says as he walks toward the both of you with a small smirk on his face.
âMy angel was just that, an angel. That was until you lot got your Gryffindor hands all over her.â
Barty says with a small shrug, feeling as if his point was valid and made sense. You supposed for Barty it did.
âIs that a fact?â Remus asked while getting closer to you and Barty.
âYeah, Lupin it is actually.â Barty says, giving Remus a somewhat challenging look.
âYou don't seem to complain when I have my Gryffindor hands all over you, Junior.âÂ
Remus then winks at a now blushing and flustered Barty. You then cover your mouth trying to hide your own blush while also trying to suppress a giggle.
Barty tries to say some kind of come back and it just results in him stuttering.
âW-well I- Goddamnit! Thatâs not fair Lupin!â
âAll's fair in love and war Junior.â
Remus says sending another wink at Barty and smirking at you while Barty stares at him with wide eyes in complete silence.
He had managed to make Barty Crouch Jr speechless.
That was actually one of the many things that Remus was good at, especially at the beginning when everything was still new and more unexpected.Â
When the four of you were in that space where you weren't officially dating but it was clear to you and everyone who'd been around your little group that you four had very strong feelings for each other.
It had taken Remus no time at all to get comfortable with having at least one of you flustered almost all the time, usually to the point of stuttering or speechlessness.Â
He loved seeing you three like that.
Especially Barty.
Barty wasn't someone you could easily make blush let alone actually fluster, especially with just words so whenever Remus would manage to make Barty speechless he felt like he won a reward.Â
Barty would never admit it but it was clear as day that Remus was good at making him a flustered stuttering mess.Â
And Barty hated it.
âNow love. I believe someone owes someone an apology for trying to place blame.â
Remus says, walking up to you now at arms length and giving you a pointed look now waiting for an apology.Â
While Barty mutters a âfucking hellâ under his breath and runs his hand through his hair as he walks towards the kitchen counter still mumbling quietly to himself.
âI'm sorry moony. Truly. Do you forgive me?â You say somewhat sincerely knowing Remus doesn't really care all that much.Â
âI could never stay mad at you, love.â
Remus says with a small smile he then cups your cheek and gives you a kiss on your forehead, you lean into Remus's kiss taking in the moment and enjoying the affection from your boyfriend.
When suddenly you and Remus feel a cold, grainy substance rain down on you, which you both quickly realize is flour once the shock wore off.
You then hear a familiar giggle, and turn to see none other than a proud looking Barty standing now several feet away, covered in white powder himself. He just stands there proud of himself as if he didn't just cover you both in flour.
As you stare at him wide eyed and mouth a gasp, he just gives you a cheeky little smile.
âYou did not just do that Junior.â
âOh but I think I did, Remmy. That's what you get for teasing and being mean to me.â
Barty then sends a little wink to you and a somewhat apologetic smile.
âSorry angel. Collateral damage, you understand.â
Barty says with a small shrug and a tone that makes it seem like it's the most reasonable thing that he has ever done.
You simply nod with the most convincing smile you could possibly muster in that moment.
âOf course my love. I understand.â
You say walking near Barty and grabbing a bowl that's filled with whipped cream that you had made earlier. You then walk closer to Barty and with a smile on your face.
âAnd you'll understand when I do this.â
You say while grabbing a handful of whipped cream and throwing it at Barty just for him to duck in time ending with the cream hitting Remus in the face. You gasp and cover your mouth trying not to laugh as Barty busts out laughing.
âOh shit Rem! I'm so sorry.â
You say trying hard and failing to suppress your laughter, while Remus wipes his eyes off with his hands.
âIt's okay love. Allâs forgiven. Just come and give me a kiss.â
âUmmm I would love to, honestly I would⌠After you clean your face, that isâŚâ
You back away from a now smiling remus while he opens his arms for you and starts walking closer to you.Â
âNo, now would be fine for me.â
Remus proceeds to walk closer to you as you start to back away towards Barty who's starting to calm down from his laughter.
âWhy not kiss Barty?! This is all because of him anyway!â
Barty then gasps.
âAngel! I can't believe you'd throw me under the bus like that⌠Is it bad that I liked it?â
Barty asks the last part more to himself than to anyone else. He was so caught up in his thoughts for a second that he didn't notice you now using him as a human shield, that was until he felt a clump of whipping cream on his head and looked to see a smirking Remus.Â
âOh. This means war.â
All of a sudden it was every person for themselves. The kitchen was now a war zone. Flour, whipped cream, sugar, powdered sugar, fruits and berries were being thrown all over the place. It was pure chaos.Â
The Three you were making a mess out of the kitchen and even bigger messes of yourselves.
Next thing you, youâve been thrown over Remusâs shoulder while Barty is chasing Remus around the kitchen.Â
Thereâs so much going on, so much laughing and screaming that no one heard the door open. Which meant no one heard Regulus make his way to the kitchen, and so no one noticed him standing in the doorway till you heard him speak.
âI leave you alone for a few hours and suddenly the kitchen explodes?â
Regulus in all his stoic glory just stood there not even looking a little surprised.
All three of you stopped running around, suddenly feeling like kids who got caught with their hands in the cookie jar. Then all three of you look at eachother then at Regulus.
âHappy Birthday?â You, Remus and Barty said accidentally making it sound more like a question than in an enthusiastic way.
Regulus just points at the oven says.
âThe ovens smoking.â
âOh shit! The chicken!â
You yell as Remus puts you down and he rushes to the oven to take out the now burnt chicken as smoke fills the kitchen.
âSooo⌠Chinese?â Said a very uncertain Barty Â
After opening some windows, having the Chinese food delivered, a few showers and quite a few cleaning spells the four of you ended up on the couch with a movie on not many words being exchanged.
After the movie was finished and the food had all been mostly finished Remus had brought out the cake that he managed to finish decorating while waiting for the food to arrive.
The three of you had sung (or in Bartys case basically screamed) Happy birthday to Regulus while he sat there with a ghost of a smile on his face. After another hour or so the four of you found yourselves in your shared bed.
You couldn't help but feel guilty since Regulus hadn't really expressed any emotion which wasnât necessarily not normal about his birthday. You felt like maybe you had upset him in some way, maybe you over stepped or maybe he was irritated due to the mess you Remus and Barty made.Â
You were spiraling.Â
Till you heard a whisper.
âThank you..âÂ
It was quiet for a few seconds, you supposed no one really knew what to say.
âFor what Black? I feel like we kinda ruined your birthday.â Said a almost half asleep Barty
âIt wasn't ruined Junior! It just didn't go.. as planned..'' defend Remus who laid on the other side of you.Â
You and Regulus laid in the middle of Barty and Remus.
âWould the two of you stop bickering for just a moment please?â You say with a small shake of your head and a small chuckle.Â
The next second there's a small choir of âSorry angelâ and âSorry loveâ.
âWhat are you thanking us for, Reggie?âÂ
You say pushing some of his black curly hair behind his ear looking at him softly, though he probably couldn't tell since it was dark in the room.
The only light coming through the window from the half moon.
âFor today.. I know it didn't go how any of you planned or would have wanted it to go, but still. It was nice. I spent most of the day with my brother though he can be insufferable, loud and dramatic most of the time, it was still nice. And then to come home to the three people who mean everything to me laughing and having fun... That was the best part. I know I'm not the easiest when it comes to celebrating my birthday but, your three and Sirius have been the only people who have ever actually cared for my birthday. You've never treated it like how my parents did. Never used it as an excuse to have a big party full of people I didn't know or care about just so it seemed like we were better then them or make it seem like we were the perfect family, even though it was evident that we weren't. You've always made it about me and always respected what I'm comfortable with and well I appreciate that. So.. Thank you.. I love you.. All three of you..â
âWe love you too Reg.â You say quietly, giving Regulus a soft kiss.
âAwwww did Regulus Black just say he loves me.â Barty practically squealed.
Barty then pulls Regulus into him so Regulusâs back is to Barty's front and then proceeds to messily kiss Regulus all over the side of his face while Regulus tries and fails to get away from him.
Remus then starts to laugh harder than you had seen in a while, almost falling off the bed as he hears the bickering between the two (mostly on Regulus' part) and sees the shadows of a struggling Regulus and a very determined Barty.Â
You can't help but start to laugh almost as hard as Remus as you try and get the words out to have Barty let go of poor Regulus.
The night continues for only a few more moments it's filled with more laughing and eventually sleepy good night kisses and I love yous.
To say the four of you had an interesting relationship would be an understatement. It could be messy and chaotic, it could be a fucking headache sometimes.Â
But there was love. There was always love.Â
There were mornings where the four of you would wake up and just lay in bed happier than any of you thought you could ever be.
There were tender kisses and loving touches.
Dreams and promisses of the future.
There were smiles and laughing fits that would fuel you for the days when you felt like you couldn't even get out of bed.
Admittedly, it was a lot most of the time.Â
There were screaming matches and arguing at its worst times but at its best times it was you and three people that you couldn't see your life without. Three people that made life easier most of the time. People who could make you laugh till you cried and that would hold you while you cried and fall apart.
This was a life that none of you ever thought you'd have the opportunity to have, and ever so often one of you would feel like you didn't deserve the life you had.
This was the kind of life that probably wouldnât exist for you guys in different universes. But here, in this universe? This is the life you have and you wouldn't trade it for the world.
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Right there - Kinktober 24
Summary: Your boss gets more than he bargained forâŚ
Pairing: Soldier Boy x fem!Reader
Warnings: light pegging, implied smut, mentions of a sex orgy, nakedness, degrading language (slut, whore etc.), SB is not a nice guy, butâŚa good boy,  dominant reader
Rating: Explicit
Kink: Pegging
Words: 888
Idea by: @flory-alexandra
Square filled for @anyfandomkinkbingo: Square 16: âSuck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me.â
Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023
Your boss isnât the easiest guy to work for, but he always finds a way to fuck your routine up on a daily base.Â
Today, heâs up to no good. You just know it. There is something sinister in his eyes, and his smirk is too dark.
âChop, chop, little lamb,â your boss snaps his fingers. âI donât want to be late for my first Herogasm in ages.â Soldier Boy claps his hands. âCome on, we need to find you a nice dress and buy more lube.â
âHero what?â You gape at your boss. Heâs not easy to please, and already impatiently jabs his index finger in your chest. âWhat are you talking about, Sir? I donât have a Herogasm on my schedule for tonight.â
âI invented it,â he grins and dreamily looks in the distance. âImagine, all the perfect bodies pleasuring each other. The final is always the best, we all blow our loads on the best whore.â
âWhat? Iâm notâŚI mean,â you stare at your clipboard, trying to find a note about the Herogasm. âWaitâŚwhat do you mean with I need to find a dress?â
âWell, youâre coming with me as my special guest,â he flashes you the dirtiest smirk in the history of dirty smirks. âIâll enjoy ruining all of your holes, little lambâŚâ
Youâre unsure whatâs worse. Wearing a dress barely covering your ass, tits, andâŚwell your most private parts, or the fact that Soldier Boy calls you his whore of the night.Â
âBoss, this is not only sexual harassment but uhââ You cover your eyes when one of the so-called heroes gets a dildo shoved up his ass.Â
Youâre not a prude by all means, but you like to keep your sex life and kinks private. If you are alone with a partner you trust, you can let go and explore all the kinks you always wanted to try.
âWhoâs that?â People ask as Soldier Boy parades you around the room filled with people who, well, shamelessly copulate.Â
âSheâs mine, and a normal little lamb. I want to find out if I can break her cunt,â Soldier Boy chuckles darkly. âIâm going to my room and have fun. Let me get my first load inside her before asking for me to fuck all the ladies and gents needing a good dick.â
âWhat the fuck!â You curse under your breath while your boss guides you toward a room. âWho do you think you are? Iâm not going to let you fuck me!â
âHow do you like it?â He already strips his clothes off, shamelessly revealing his throbbing erection. âUp your ass first, or do you love to lick my dick like a popsicle.â
You chuckle darkly. âOh, sweetness.â
He cocks a brow at your reaction. You put your hands on your hips and stand a little straighter. âI expect you to answer my question.â
Soldier Boy licks his lips as you walk toward him. You glance at all the sex toys, humming as you pass the table to have a look at the breeding bench. âYou didnât get the memo, huh?â You look over your shoulder to flash Soldier Boy a smile. âIf I fuck a guy, Iâm the one in charge. And, before he gets to stick his dick into any hole, I will conquer his holes first.â
The usually cocky man gapes at you. He drops his eyes to his twitching length. âWhat do you mean? Iâm a master at eating pussy.â
âAw, youâre so cute,â you coo as you stride toward Soldier Boy. There is something in the way you walk making him swallow thickly. âI want your ass, sweet boy.â
Soldier Boy looks at you, eyes wide, and lips parted.
âOh, youâd love that, huh?â You grin. âWell, if you want to get a taste of my holes, Iâll conquer yours first.â
His eyes light up, and he eagerly nods. âWhat will you use?â He grins. âYour finger first? Or one of the dildosâŚmaybe the big one.â
You smirk. Who wouldâve thought that Soldier Boy is into pegging?
âSuck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me. You donât want me to go in dry, right?â
He grabs your hand and brings your fingers to his mouth. Soldier Boy groans, and his eyes widen. Your fingers taste like your cunt. âYou dirty girl fingered your pussy before coming here.â
âItâs maâam tonight,â you click your tongue. âI want you on that breeding bench, your ass on display. Not talking back or Iâll not give you any.â
âYesâŚmaâam,â he hurriedly walks toward the breeding bench. He gets on it, wiggling his ass as he looks over his shoulder. âI like it rough, little lamb.â
âMe too,â you smirk darkly. âYou wonât sit properly for a week when Iâm done with you.â
He shudders when you lube the fingers of your right hand. You want to hold power over him for tonight, but not hurt him. âFuck me, maâam. My ass is all yours.â
âOf course, itâs mine, baby boy,â you slap his cheek, making the powerful supe growl. âLetâs see how well you can behave.â
He moans deeply when you carefully slide your index finger into his arsehole. âFuck, put it all in, little lamb. I want you to let yourself go, and laterâŚIâll break your cuntâŚâÂ
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hiiiiii I hope you have a amazing day,
I was wondering how the Aew boys react if someone try to use you against them like during the matches with them or in backstage with them busy with a other match ( like the attacker interrupt the match to show you being attacked) , I hope this makes sense đ
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AEW Stars React To: You Being Attacked by Their Opponents
Pairings: Kenny Omega X Reader, Ricky Starks X Reader, Hook X Reader, Darius Martin X Reader, Nick Wayne X Reader, Daniel Garcia X Reader, Eddie Kingston X Reader
Word Count: 1.2K
Supreme Speaks: Thanks to anon for this request (YALL KEEP EM COMING), this was really fun and a little bit different than how I typically post these. please know that you are loved and appreciated
Warnings: ANGST and fluff but ANGST, GIFS are NOT mine, not proofread
Taglist: @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @wwenhlimagines @eddie-kingstons-wifey @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @sheinthatfandom
**Every person has their own backstory (in a wrestling world where I am a fantastic booker/producer) and the person who attacked them are in ()**
Eddie Kingston (BCC)
This happened during Eddieâs match against Christian Cage
Eddie didnât want you out there in fear that Christian might rizz you up (or even Luchasurus no judgment)
So as heâs about to finish the match; the titantron shows up with you on the floor as Wheeler Yuta and Claudio tower over you
Eddie goes berserk; he no longer cares about the match; fuck the match
He leaves the match to rush to your aid with a kendo stick; whacking and cursing anyone who dares get in the way
He gets to you and hits Claudio and Wheeler as they run away; he holds you with so much care and curses himself out too
âFuck Claudio and his Yorkie bitch! Fuck, I should have kept an eye on you doll. Iâm sorry, itâs my faultâ
Legit feels bad about the situation (it almost reduces him to tears) as you are put in an ambulance
Looks at Mox and says âYou betta pray that sheâs okay or Renee wonât be able to recognize her husbandâ
Darius Martin (Kingdom)
Okay hear me out; the Kingdom attacks you and then throws you on stage during Dariusâ match to distract him
He looks at Action Andretti and Matt Sydal as they tell him to check on you; Darius goes with you backstage as doctors check on you
Heâs silentâŚ.which is unusual and almost unsettling for you; heâs really taking everything to heart and is angrily simmering
âIâm so sorry that they dragged you into my mess, but I promise I will fix thisâ
He really feels remorseful about everything and certainly disappointed with himself that he allowed this to happen
Next week; he comes out with a chair and whoops ass
But I think he would go so far to the point where Andretti and Matt have to come out and say stop
He calms down and sits with you backstage for the rest of the show (he prolly will never take his eyes off you again)
Hook (Jack Perry)
Mans is fucking up everyone in sight
Bad enough that Jack took his title and refused to give him a rematch; so Hook is wrestling a jobber
As Hook has his opponent in the Redrum; Jack pops up on the screen with Anna Jay who is just choking you out (wish it was me)
Hook keeps the submission on long enough for the bell to ring before zooming backstage; just as Anna and Jack getaway
He is livid and starts throwing people left and right until he realizes that you are still on the ground
I think he feels exposed at the fact you were attacked cause he really does care about you
He helps you up and is visibly upset; vows to get revenge but then has a better idea
Two weeks later; he returns with you in tow and you two start WHOOPING THOSE TRICKS (to the point where the FTW championship is on the line in a tag team match; ex Edge and Kelly Kelly vs Dolph Ziggler and Laycool)
Nick Wayne (Swerve)
THIS SWEET BABY
He honestly doesnât know what to think (and what he did to deserve Swerve hating him so much)
I feel like as soon as he sees your unconscious self on the screen, he would immediately dash backstage (like Eddie)
He would run up to your body âY/N! Are you okay?â Before getting attacked by Swerve and AR Fox; who would then be run off by Best Friends
As he falls to the ground and when he wakes up, Nick would think that heâs a failure (DESPITE NOTHING IS HIS FAULT)
It would really take you constantly reassuring him that he was fine and nothing is his fault
âYeah sure, but if I canât protect you from attacks; then what kind of a man and wrestler am I?â
Like Darius, Nick would never allow you to leave his sight
Not until he ended this feud with Swerve
Kenny Omega (Will Ospreay)
Kenny would be that person who would just fill his mind continuously
During his match against Jon Moxley (sorry), The United Empire shows up with you about to go through a table
He turns his attention as Jon rolls him up and wins; Kenny immediately runs to the back
The Bucks attack the group and you are dropped on the floor (not through the table); you have no injuries
As he approaches backstage, mans is worried and anxiety has filled his body
Subconsciously declares war with Opsreay and will allow guilt to take over his mind
âI swear to you that Ospreay, that son of a bitch, will pay for this shit. And he will literally pay for your therapy (bitch take the free therapy plz)â
So much to the point where heâs not smiling anymore and treats every match like a deathmatch
Tbh, as long as Will shows up, Kenny will attack him without fail
Ricky Starks (CM Punk/The Factory)
OKAY LISTEN TO ME I believe that CM Punk would do some fucked up shit (as a true heel)
So during after Rickyâs match on Collision (who hasnât seen you all night), Punk would show the footage of you being attacked by The Factory
But then he would say; âbut that was earlier tonightâ
And then BAM Punk attacks Ricky from behind and leaves him the ring
Ricky is upset at himself for not recognizing that you were missing all night and mad that he allowed Punk to attack him and you
Immediately checks on you and apologizes profusely
âIâm so sorry; I should have noticed, I should have made sure you were beside me-â âRicky, you have been saying Iâm sorry for the past hourâ âBecause I am!â
Would cut a vicious promo on Punk that embarrassed and angered him at the same time
Vows to get his revenge and starts it by attacking Punk
Daniel Garcia (Chris Jericho)
OKAY WOULD LOVE TO DO A POST ON HOW I WOULD BOOK DANNYâS EXIT FROM JAS
Danny is on the verge of leaving the JAS due to differences and Chrisâ power trips, and you are his escape from it all
Chris knows this and tries to use it to his advantage; he tries to talk to you about Danny and keeping him in the JAS
To which you disagree and say itâs his decision; to which he got angryâŚ.and to which he may or may not have hit you with the baseball bat (CAUSE HEâS A JACKASS)
All of this was shown during Daniel and Sammyâs tag team match; Danny immediately jumped down from the apron (essentially leaving Sammy hanging) and ran to the back
He would be so angry that he would quit the JAS right then and there
Time skip, you were okay; when Danny told you the news, you were happy but you wouldnât show it to him, asking him if he was sure
âY/N, your safety, and well-being is more important to me than Jerichoâs trash ass club. And it always will be.â
The following weeks are filled with confrontations until Daniel joins the BCC (who are not complete assholes in this universe)
HES FREE
Thank you for coming to my TedTalk
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đ Just Fucking Write - Day 109 đ
Prompt: Campus soccer star Sunwoo never expected his girlfriend to be a better player - in several senses of the term
Tags: Exhibitionism (F/F), unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), fingering (F/F), nipple play
A/N: This one kind of took on a life of its own (as they do). Please welcome our first F/F action to the party.
âYour girlfriend is making out with a girl. Again. And making a scene. Again,â Haknyeon informed Sunwoo.
âOf course she is,â Sunwoo sighed, getting his drink off the bar. âHow long did you watch before you decided to find me?â
âLong enough,â Hak grinned back at him. Sunwoo rolled his eyes. The girlsâ soccer team had made the playoffs where the boysâ team missed them. Again. Yeji was the teamâs top scorer. Sunwoo walked into the game room to find her stretched out on the pool table âscoringâ with Belle Shim.
âHow is that not cheating right in front of you?â Juyeon, another member of the team, asked.
âWe agreed same sex kissing wasnât cheating,â Sunwoo flopped down next to him.
âSexy,â Aeri, Juyeonâs girlfriend, winked from her perch on his lap.
âDonât get any ideas,â Juyeon gave her a look.
âOf course not, darling. Iâll just enjoy it along with everyone else,â she kissed him. Juyeon was immediately placated. Gross.
âSo when do you break it up?â he asked. Sunwoo watched as Yejiâs hand snaked between Belleâs legs.
âNow,â Sunwoo replied. He got up and tapped the back of Yejiâs knee. She stopped and looked up at him.
âParty pooper,â she sighed and rolled off the other girl. Belle sat up looking both flustered and horny.
âButâŚâ she began.
âSorry dear, looks like youâre gonna have to find someone else to finish you. Iâm sure there are plenty of willing candidates,â Yeji pecked her on the lips and hopped off the pool table.
âYouâre such a pain sometimes,â Yeji told Sunwoo as they walked out of the room.
âIf youâre that horny then you can ride my dick,â Sunwoo replied.
âMaybe. Maybe I just wanted to get a pretty girl off in front of an audience,â Yeji said, flicking her long hair over her shoulder.
âUh huh,â Sunwoo wasnât convinced.
âDo you want to be fucked right now or are you just being a mopey loser because you lost for the second year in a row? Most guys would be all over their girlfriends getting another girl off,â Yeji took a sip from Sunwooâs drink.
âExcuse you. Iâm not being a mopey loser,â he glared.
âYes, you are,â Yeji poked him in the chest. Sunwoo huffed.
âFuck me and then you can put on whatever show you want,â he finally agreed.
âI knew it! Let me go tell Belle. You can get ready for me in the meantime,â Yeji kissed him then went back out to the party. Sunwoo went into his room and got undressed. He was mostly hard from watching her earlier even if he didnât want to admit that it turned him on. He was idly stroking his cock when Yeji returned.
âI told her it wouldnât take long,â she said as she began to undress.
âYou love knocking me down a few pegs,â Sunwoo said.
âAnd you love it when I make sure you know whoâs in charge,â Yeji straddled him, her tits practically in his face.
âShut up,â Sunwoo said, but it had no heat behind it.
âNope,â she replied as she seated herself on his cock. âYouâre lucky I like your dick so much or I might stick with girls permanently.â
âVery lucky,â Sunwoo pulled her down to kiss him. Their relationship came off as antagonistic to observers, but Yeji was right. Sunwoo liked the fact she was the dominant one. She fed his competitive streak in all the right ways. The fact she was hot as hell didnât hurt.
Her pussy was tight and wet around his cock as she rode him, dripping onto his whole crotch. She got so wet and Sunwoo loved it.
âSay what youâre thinking,â she said against his mouth.
âSo fucking wet,â he whined.
âMmhmm,â she hummed, moving his hands to her waist as she rode him harder.
âShould I make you go back out there with my come dripping out of your cunt while you get her off? Donât forget youâre mine, Yeji,â Sunwoo said against her neck as she tilted her head back. Yeji fisted his hair in her long fingers and pulled his head back.
âAnd youâre mine, Sunwoo,â she smirked. She clenched down on him and sent them both over the edge. Sheâd also perfected their simultaneous orgasm. He came loud and hard, bucking up into her as she bit down on his lower lip. When they finished, she got up and redressed, making a point of pulling the side strings of her panties up so they were visible over the waistband of her pants.
âLetâs see if you can watch me get Belle off without getting hard again. I donât think you can,â she said.
âI think I can,â Sunwoo replied.
âBet,â Yejiâs eyes sparkled in the dark room.
They walked back out to the game room that had only gotten louder and more crowded in the time they were gone. Belle was talking to Juyeon and Aeri, but immediately stood up when she saw Yeji.
âHello dear,â Yeji grinned and kissed her. âI believe we promised all these horny boys a show.â
âYes,â Belle nodded.
âClothes stay on,â Sunwoo said.
âNot a problem,â Yeji winked. Sunwoo sat down next to Juyeon and Aeri as Yeji backed Belle up onto the pool table again. The other girl was in a skirt, making it easy for Yeji to slide her long fingers under Belleâs panties. He watched as Belle let out a moan then slapped her hand over her mouth. Yeji giggled.
âItâs loud in here. Youâre fine,â Sunwoo could barely hear her only a few feet away. He was also feeling his cock stir to life in his pants. Dammit. Belle leaned back on her hands and Yeji leaned over her, one hand still between Belleâs legs. Now Sunwoo was wishing he hadnât specified clothes stay on. He wanted to see what Yeji was doing to Belleâs pussy. Was she already fingering her? Was she simply teasing her? What did his girlfriendâs fingers look like in another girlâs cunt. His cock stirred more. Fuck.
Yeji looked over her shoulder at Sunwoo and smirked. She knew exactly what he was thinking. He gave her a small nod. Yeji leaned over and said something against Belleâs ear. A few moments later, Yeji moved her hand and Belle shimmied out of her panties. The lighting wasnât great in the room and even worse at parties, but at least now everyone could tell Yeji was 3 fingers deep into Belleâs pussy.
âDamn, sheâs loose for a freshman,â Aeri observed.
âYejiâs got skinny fingers,â Sunwoo said.
âShe could also be into getting finger fucked in front of a bunch of frat boys and soccer players,â Juyeon added.
âRight, I forgot Iâm with the Big Dick Club,â Aeri rolled her eyes.
Another moan from Belle got their attention. Yeji was snapping her wrist fast, causing the other girl to moan and squirm under her. Her legs had fallen open, giving everyone on one side of the pool table a clear view of Yejiâs fingers working her pussy. Sunwoo was completely hard now. He would literally never hear the end of this.
Yeji looked back at Sunwoo again then nodded toward Belleâs top. Sunwoo gave her another nod of agreement. Yeji said something against Belleâs ear again and Belle nodded. Yeji pulled at some of the strings of Belleâs top and it fell open. She wasnât wearing a bra. The crowd that gathered in the room cheered at the reveal. Yeji leaned down and began sucking on one of Belleâs nipples. The other girlâs hips bucked as Yeji teased her nipple with her tongue. Belle had given up trying to keep quiet and could almost be heard over the music. Sunwoo looked over at Juyeon, not totally sure what he was looking for and he saw Juyeon not so subtly grinding up into Aeriâs ass. Clearly he was just as affected.
By now Yeji was 4 fingers in Belle, still sucking on one of her tits. Yeji picked her head up and began kissing the other girl again. Belle knotted her fingers in Yejiâs hair as she fucked back down on Yejiâs fingers. All it took was one press of Yejiâs thumb on Belleâs clit for her to come. When she finished, the entire room cheered for the girls. Belle said something in Yejiâs ear causing Yeji to smile. She wiped her fingers on Belleâs panties, helped her fix her top, and handed her over to Haknyeon to get some water for her.
âSo what did she tell you?â Sunwoo asked.
âShe told me the next time we hook up itâs gonna be sex and itâs gonna be just you,â Yeji replied.
âMe watch you two have sex?â Sunwoo repeated.
âYouâre hard so Iâm gonna say, yes thatâs gonna be my reward. You watch me have sex with Belle,â Yeji grinned.
âOkay,â Sunwoo agreed.
âAnd here I was expecting youâd argue with me. Do you want me to take care of you too?â Yeji grabbed his cock and squeezed.
âPlease,â he whined.
âI thought so,â she grinned.
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this is such a fucking stupid question but. do you have any advice for developing a good understanding of characters? like i wish i could put those guys into situations but it's like there's a mental block and my mind goes blank as if they're Unfathomable Real People Who I Cannot Possibly Hope To Ever Understand.
no not a stupid question! actually a really good question. it's such a good question in fact that i don't have a simple answer so i'm going to. word vomit onto the page and hope something sticks. i ramble like crazy so have a read more :)
precursor: i have to note that i feel like armand and daniel are the two characters i've like. Understood. more than any other characters in my life. i think that's because i relate to them both in very distinct but separate ways (we'll discuss that later) but i think it's also because. part of anne rice's writing and the show's adaptation is so determined to break these characters down to their fundamental parts. that's kind of the thesis statement of the books, even, that when you live forever you're no longer a "product of your time" but rather just you, yourself, and you kind of have to spend the rest of your eternal life figuring out who that is. so that to me gives both a flexibility and a set of basic building blocks for each character that you can play with.
that being said, here are a couple of ways i maybe go about building understanding:
option 1: the projectorrrrr (this is me most of the time)
if you like looking at your character and going "ha ha i do that" then that's awesome. do that! figure out what parts you relate to and think, okay, if the vampire armand was me, how would he react to my coworker saying this. alternatively, if i was the vampire armand, would would i do if i'd just broken a 500 year vow to myself?
this is where, like, critical thinking comes into play of course, because you are not the vampire armand and the vampire armand is not you. but 1) you're allowed to play around in the sandbox and have fun without constantly going "He Would Not Fucking Say That" because uhhh. this is fandom and we are doing this for fun and 2) once you to get to the point where you're kindly going "He Would Not Fucking Say That" you can then be like oh! well what would he say? because the contrasts are often as fun to explore as the comparisons
option 2: that's my friend
i also think you genuinely can view characters as Real People â but you can hope to understand them!!! or at least you can understand Your view of them, which doesn't have to perfectly match mine or anyone else's view.
this is going to sound crazy and part of the reason why i feel like i don't have a good answer to your question, but genuinely my best writing happens when i uhhh. hear them speaking. in my mind. this is literally a developed skill because like 4-5 years ago i was terrible at writing dialogue and it frustrated me + i never had good ideas for fics because i just wanted to write meta posts. so i was like. i'm going to get good at writing dialogue if it kills me. imagine you're talking to them or they're talking to someone else. look up writing prompt sentences (like on roleplay blogs if nothing else) and think about how they'd respond. i'm at the point where i'll decide on a situation and will sit in silence for a minute, imagine them like dolls in my head, and go "SPEAK!" and wait to hear what they'll say.
my final tip is to please please remember if nothing else that this is supposed to be fun and that at the end of the day it is just playing with dolls online with your friends. you're allowed to be wrong. in fact you probably will be. but that's okay! you can start small and be wrong and as long as you're having fun and enjoying putting your characters in scenarios it's all worth it
#asks#writing tag#i hope this was helpful. sorry i've developed a crazy system i didn't really realize i had until recently
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Grind Me Down
Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!Reader (You)
Summary: You're in your heat, but Ari has something else in mind.
Warning: Smut, grinding, overstimulation, Omegaverse
âAri -â You let out a sound in between moan and whimper, breathing heavily, âhurts â I canât - â
Ari has an arm behind his head. Hearing your plead, he merely raised his eyebrows as if doubting whether you are telling the truth, pulling his arm out so he could hold your waist with both hands, âbut baby, youâre the one saying you wanted me.â He suggestively places his large palm on your thigh and squeezes, flashing his wolfish grin, âand you gotta work for it.â
You have been riding him for minutes. Hours. Too long for you to take a look at a watch or a clock.
Not on his cock. God no.
Youâd feel much better if you are riding his cock instead of whatever you are doing now.
You merely whimpered âwant you, Ariâ at the beginning of your heat, and he had sprawl over your carefully built nest, and laid down comfortably, for you to take what you want.
Your pussy clenches, and clenches again. Reminding you the fact that you are grinding on his abs.
The happy trail tickles your sensitive bundle of nerves. Even though they are soaking wet with your juices. He never shaves himself clean, soft yet rigid hair always has been both pleasure and pain when he touches you intimately. When he knows his rough beard feels like torture to your oversensitive pussy and rubs his cheek on your most delicate pedals.
You shiver at the thought. You have grinded both his thighs, cummed on both of his thighs, and you feel another orgasm pending.
You let out a burning breath, gradually slowing yourself down, because you know, from your throbbing pussy, that this will hurt.
âTut tut tut.â The large hand moves to your pelvis, sticking his thumb between your wetness and his abs. Ari mutters as he feels your muscles tightening and another moan coaxed out of your red swollen lips, âthereâs no backing down, darling.â He spares a glimpse at you, sweaty and desperate. Your body glowing pink, your heat burning, which is only a bit too pity that it hasnât triggered his rut yet.
He thought might as well allow your pheromones to cover every inch of his body to speed up the process. What could have been a better way when he came up with the idea to let you grind on him?
The beast in his heart rumbles, getting more angsty by the minute.
Ari pushes his hair back, laying back once more on the pillow, pressing the rough pad of his thumb on your clit, âCum for me, darling. Cum for your alpha, little one.â
The alpha voice.
You have to cum for your alpha.
His blue eyes wide blown, as he tugs on your clit and your whole body trembles. Your back arches. And you claw on to his arm and his chest, leaving little rosy crescents of your nail mark.
ââŚso fucking sexy baby,â Ari pulls you down for a kiss, devouring you, biting you, kissing you, âso pretty, fuckinâ mine. All mine.â
âYours, Ari.â You whisper, licking your lips as his beard burn leaves another imprint, âwant you, want your cock,â you whimper, as you feel like your waist could never support your body to sit up every again, âplease please please Ari. Please, Alpha.â
Ari snakes an arm behind your back.
It does tempt him, one briefest of moments, to take control and fuck you until you are impaled to his knot and belly full with his seed. But you are too pretty. Too precious. Too delicate.
He just couldnât let this chance slip away from his hand.
âYouâre a good little omega, yeah?â His canines sink into your skin. Into your flesh. Drawing blood. Pure pain erupts from your neck. Having you cry out. Immobile too. Thanks to his arm pinning you down.
Your body burns hotter as his scent hits you like a bus. His scent travelling down your veins as he strengthens your mark. His voice ghosting your ear.
You want your alpha so bad. You want him to mount you. To take you. To have his way with you. You want to be marked over and over again, even if it hurts.
âMy good little omega.â
You watch him with hooded eyes, you hear him speak praises, you smell him in you.
âGood little omega takes orders, right?â He positions you on his arm. His veiny arm. Your pussy throbs when the sensitive parts touch him. âYour alpha wants you to cum on both of his arms.â Ari lays the other arm back as a pillow to support his head, not helping you in the slightest, as the beast in his heart rattles the cage, âbetter get started.â
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Brighter Days Ahead
Summary: No One Knows AU Part 30, Everyone looks to what's coming next. (Final Part!)
Author's Note: Hey, thanks so much for reading my accidental stumbling into the Danny Phantom fandom! I hope you enjoyed it, I know I sure did! It was originally just going to be a one shot based on a fic that really inspired me, and then it kind of evolved into something else, and then I just had a thought one day like âhey I wonder if Vlad can get Sam and Tucker to hunt Danny as Phantom while knowing itâs him. That would be a really fucked up thing for him to try to do. I wonder if I can make it work.â And it turns out I could!
Also, something else I learned while I was writing this story is that⌠I need more of it? Like this did not nearly satisfy the itch I didnât even know I had. So, if you liked this âVlad takes advantage of a no one knows au situationâ story, youâve got more coming your way! Itâll be a little different from this one, and I canât promise when itâll be posted, but Iâm having a lot of fun planning and writing the first parts of it, and I'm going to post what I've written whether I actually end up finishing it or not (it is a monster of an idea). Either way, I hope you enjoyed this story, and thanks so much for reading!
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Danny sucks the ectopus into the Fenton thermos and lets out a little whoop, spinning to face Valerie.
âHa! Thatâs six for me!â
âOh please, I helped you with that one, itâs a half point for each of us,â Valerie says.
âNo, itâs in my thermos, that means itâs mine,â Danny says, shaking his thermos back and forth. âThose are the rules.â
âOh are they? So if I do this,â Valerie says, and before Danny can react, she flies forward and kicks the thermos from Dannyâs hand, catching it easily. âDoes that mean itâs mine?â
âHey!â
âHey, lovebirds, six oâclock!â Jazzâs voice comes over their earpieces, and both of them spin around to find another ectopus coming towards them.
Valerie tosses Danny his thermos back, and raises her gun, firing it and knocking the ghost back a couple feet to give Danny time to fire up the thermos and suck it inside.
âHa!â he says again, spinning back to Valerie. âAnd that makes seven!â
âWhaâ I did all the work that time!â
âI am gonna have to give that one to her, Danny,â Jazz says, and Danny glares down at where sheâs standing on the ground below them.
âTraitor!â he calls.
âIn all honesty, I think thereâs just one left,â Jazz says, looking down at the list sheâs been keeping. âMom and Dadâs containment unit had 24 ghosts in it, and your thermos has six of them and Valerieâs has five.â
âUh, that only makes twelve,â Valerie says.
âOh yes, sorry, I have eleven of them in here,â Jazz says, gesturing to her own thermos without looking up. âMaybe if you spent less time flirting and more time chasing ghosts, weâd have all of them by now.â
âOh no way you have eleven ghosts in there,â Danny says, crossing his arms.
Jazz gives him a look and holds up her list, which has all ghosts accounted for except for the snake ghost, difficult to find because itâs the size of an actual snake.
âSee now thatâs not even fair,â Valerie says.
âHonestly, you canât just get in the way of our competition like that,â Danny says.
âSorry, I canât hear you over the fact of my definite win,â Jazz says, shooting them a smug smile. âIâm gonna take these guys home, have fun competing for second place.â
And with that, she turns and drives off on her scooter, and Danny sticks his tongue out after her.
âYou want to just get this last one together?â Valerie says.
âIf we can even find the thing,â Danny says. âBut sure.â
They both turn and start a route towards the places they havenât checked yet, scanning the ground and sky as they go. Unfortunately, snake or not, itâs still a ghost, and it can still fly.
After a bit of time and no snake appearing, though, Danny turns to face Valerie.
âHey,â he says, âIâve been wanting to ask you something.â
Valerie turns to face him. âYeah?â
Danny canât read her face under the mask, which heâs pretty sure heâs not going to enjoy during this conversation.
He takes a deep breath and presses forward anyway.
âSo, Sam and Tucker and I are having a movie night this Saturday,â he says. âSam rented this supervillain crossover movie we were looking forward to but never got to see.â
âOkay?â Valerie says, confusion evident in her voice.
âWould you want to come?â Danny asks.
âUh,â Valerie says, instantly sounding uncomfortable. âI donât know. I mean, I donât know if Iâll have all the necessary context.â
âValerie,â Danny says. âI really think you guys should talk.â
Valerie sighs and pulls her hood off, turning to face him. Her face shows more uncertainty than discomfort, like he thought. âWe probably should,â she admits. âI just⌠donât know how to start. And they kind of remind me of⌠things I donât like to think about. ButâŚâ
She trails off, but she doesnât seem like sheâs done, so Danny doesnât say anything while she thinks.
âBut we do have too much in common to just never talk,â Valerie says finally. She looks over at him, and Dannyâs glad that he doesnât see a ton of guilt in her face, like he did after he first told her everything.
âDoes it have to be before Saturday?â Valerie asks, turning to face him.
âNo, not if you donât want it to,â Danny says. âI can do the movie night thing with just them. I just donât want to keep my girlfriend and my best friends separate forever unless I have to.â
âI donât think youâll have to,â Valerie says.
Danny smiles a little at her, and Valerie smiles back.
âOkay. Iâll at least try and talk to them before Saturday,â Valerie says. âAnd Iâll let you know how it goes.â
âThanks Val,â Danny says. âOh, and by the way?â
âYeah?â
Danny points his thermos at the snake ghost that appeared in the corner of his eye a second ago and fires it up, sucking the ghost inside.
âSecond place!â he calls, grinning back at Valerie.
âWhaâ hey! You cheated, asshole!â
Danny gives his best imitation of an evil cackle and starts flying back towards his house, with Valerie following quickly behind on her board.
âŚ
Valerie, once she considers the idea enough, doesnât want to wait too long to talk to Sam and Tucker. For one thing, she wants answers herself. Sheâs also pretty sure she can use Saturday as something to kick her butt into gear. If she has a deadline she has to give, itâs a good way to force herself to find them and talk to them. Besides, her space thing only applies to Danny. She doesnât owe anything to other people who have hurt him.
So, she settles on Thursday afternoon, as a way to have a little bit of time before Saturday, and finds Sam and Tucker in the cafeteria at lunchtime, which is where Danny said theyâd probably be. Sheâll miss her normal lunch time in the library with Danny and Jazz, but she really does need to talk to Tucker and Sam.
So Valerie finds Sam and Tucker sitting at the table, both looking a little bit too casual and like theyâre having an okay time. So she walks right up and sits down next to Sam, startling them both into looking at her.
âDanny invited me to your Saturday movie night thing,â she says.
Tucker blinks at her. âOh,â he says. âOkay. Do you guys have room for one more?â He angles the last question at Sam, who nods.
âWe can get some extra popcorn too, if you want it,â she says to Valerie.
âSure,â Valerie says. âBut thatâs actually not why Iâm here.â
âI figured,â Tucker says. âAre we talking, then?â
âWe have to do it sooner or later,â Valerie says. âI know a classroom thatâs always empty at this time.â
So they relocate to the classroom Valerie used to have lunch with Danny in. Valerie leans back against a desk, and Tucker does the same to the one across from her. Sam sits on top of one and starts fidgeting with a wrist ray sheâs wearing, that looks ghost-weapon in nature.
Valerie was worried that once she got here she wouldnât know where to start, but the first thing that comes to mind doesnât take much effort to come up with.
âSo I hear Vlad screwed you over too,â she says.
Tucker smiles a little bit. âYeah,â he says. âI guess thatâs one way to put it.â
Valerie looks at him for a little longer, then looks over at Sam too, who hasnât looked up at her yet. She gives them both a couple seconds to say something else, and then decides she needs too many answers to wait longer.
âDid he send you guys the suits anonymously too?â she asks.
Tucker shakes his head. âNo,â he says, rubbing the back of his neck. âHe, uh, pretended to save us from the vampire ghost that was also him, and then pinned the blame on Danny, and said Danny was trying to kill us. And then said heâd teach us how to hunt him first.â
Valerie thinks about that for a second, then nods. âYeah, that sounds like something heâd do,â she says. âFor what itâs worth, Iâm sorry you got tangled up in everything.â
âIâm sorry we didnât tell you who we were or what we thought was going on,â Tucker says.
âNo,â Valerie says instantly. âNo, Iâm glad you didnât. I⌠I would have believed you. In the beginning.â
âNot at the end though,â Sam says, finally looking up at her. âNot by the time I tried to tell you.â
Valerie doesnât say anything, because she honestly doesnât know. She figured after the fact that thatâs probably what Sam was trying to tell her when she asked to talk, but she doesnât know how she would have reacted then. Yeah, she was starting to question things, but she didnât have the full realization of how much she had to learn until she heard the truth from Danny himself. She doesnât know what she would have thought if she heard it from Sam and Tucker first. She doesnât really want to think about it.
So instead, after a second, she says instead, âYou know, youâre not completely at fault. Even if you are at fault for a lot of it.â
Sam looks down at the desk again like she doesnât believe her, so Valerie continues.
âSeriously. Some of it is on the asshole who knew he could manipulate you and so decided to do that.â
Tucker nods slightly like he knows, but Sam still doesnât look back up.
âYouâre not the only one who did stuff you regret, you know,â Valerie says quietly, leaning back against the desk behind her. âI hurt Danny a lot too.â
âYou havenât known him since you were 8,â Sam snaps suddenly. âItâs different.â
âYeah,â Valerie agrees. âIt is. Iâm just saying. If you ever want to talk. We donât have to do this waiting game every time. You know youâre not totally alone in this, right?â
âI know,â Tucker says. He looks over at Sam, and after a long, long pause, Sam nods shortly.
âGood,â Valerie says. âIâll see you on Saturday, then.â
âSee you,â Sam mutters, and Tucker gives her a small smile. Valerie gives him a nod and smile back and heads out, giving the two of them some space they look like they need.
She still isnât positive how she feels about them, but they have exactly the stuff in common that she thought theyâd have in common, and it might help all of them just to have people around they can vent about Vlad to. That might be worth it all on its own. Either way, sheâs willing to stick around to find out. And trying to just have fun at this movie thing Saturday doesnât sound like the worst place to start.
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âThanks for the ride, Jazz,â Danny says as she pulls to a stop in front of Samâs house.
âNo problem,â Jazz says. âItâs on my way. Plus Mom and Dad would get suspicious if you said you werenât going to need a ride.â
âOn your way where?â Valerie asks from the backseat. âI didnât realize you were going somewhere too.â
âSheâs got a ghost psychology club meeting tonight,â Danny says, glancing back. âItâs getting pretty popular. I think sheâs getting a big head.â
âOh please,â Jazz says, shoving him towards the door. âNot like mine could get bigger than yours. Go hang out with those friends of yours whoâve tried to kill you.â
âYou said youâd stop calling them that,â Danny says, but he opens the side door and climbs out, Valerie doing the same a second later.
âIâll be back to get you in a couple hours,â Jazz says.
âThanks,â Danny calls, and he gives her a wave as he shuts the door. Jazz waves back as she drives away.
âOkay so basically,â Valerie continues as they walk towards the front door. âThese are three supervillains who are fighting each other?â
âYep,â Danny says. Heâs been filling her in on the context behind what theyâre watching since Valerie told him she was definitely going to come. He doesnât know as much as Sam definitely does, but he knows enough so Valerie wonât be totally lost.
âItâs probably just going to be a lot of cheesy action scenes,â he says. âYou wonât strictly need the context to enjoy it. Oh, and uh, one last thing entirely unrelated to movies?â
âYeah?â
âSamâs parents wonât like you, donât even try. Itâs not you, they donât like anyone.â
Valerie raises her eyebrows, but just says, âNoted.â
With that, Danny knocks on the door. Thankfully, itâs not a either of the Manson parents, but Sam that pulls the door open.
âHey,â she says, with a smile that looks mostly genuine (and a little scared, but they both decided not to acknowledge that part).
âYou guys are late,â Sam says with a smile. Sheâs clearly aiming for a casual joke, so Danny decides to help her out.
âI blame Jazz, she drives slow,â he says, smiling back as he walks inside. He waits to make sure Valerie makes it in before reaching out and pulling the door shut after them.
âSmart, blaming it on the person who isnât here and canât defend themselves,â Valerie says.
âThatâs just how I roll,â Danny says, grinning at her. He turns back to Sam a second later. âDo you need any more help with the popcorn?â
Sam shakes her head. âItâs done. Just gotta carry it downstairs.â
âWeâll help you out,â Danny says, including Valerie by virtue of her not knowing where Samâs basement is. So instead, they all walk towards Samâs kitchen, where, surprisingly, thereâs no sign of her parents, just four tubs of popcorn on the stove.
Sam seems to see Dannyâs question in his face, because she says, âTheyâre taking Grandma out to eat. Itâs just us.â
âTheyâre giving you the house to yourself?â Danny asks in bafflement.
Sam shrugs. âI think theyâre trying to go a little easier on me,â she says.
âI didnât realize theyâd go that easy on you,â Danny says.
âDoes this mean I donât get to meet the parents who hate everyone?â Valerie asks, picking up one of the tubs of popcorn.
Sam smirks a little at her. âSorry,â she says. âYou donât get two more people to hate you tonight.â
Valerie shakes her head in disappointment. âDamn.â
âCome on,â Sam says, picking up two of the popcorn tubs and letting Danny grab the last one. âTuckerâs waiting downstairs.â
Tucker is finishing setting up Samâs massive sound system when they get down there, and he brightens when he glances over and sees them holding popcorn.
âOkay Sam your turn,â he says, walking over and taking one of the popcorn tubs right out of her hands.
Sam gives him a deadpan look, but lets him go sit on the couch, taking up half the space, and goes to finish setting up the movie.
Danny sets one of the tubs of popcorn down on the other end of the couch, then turns to Sam.
âHey, which oneâs yours?â he calls.
âTuckerâs got it,â Sam says, without looking away from the screen.
Tucker, whoâs about to shove popcorn in his mouth, immediately drops it with a noise of disgust, and Sam and Danny both laugh.
âYou could have warned me!â Tucker exclaims, setting the popcorn down on the ground.
âSam uses vegan butter,â Danny explains to Valerie.
âIt doesnât taste different in the slightest,â Sam says, finishing with the TV and walking back to the couch. She sets the non-vegan tub down and picks up her own, then glances at Tucker. âMove your feet.â
Tucker does, and then Sam plops down next to him and puts her feet in his lap.
Valerie settles down at the other end of the couch, and Danny picks up his popcorn and sits in the spot next to her, resulting in Valerie immediately sliding up to his side and leaning her head on his shoulder. Danny wraps an arm around her shoulders and leans into her too.
âAlright,â Sam says. She turns the TV on, where the movie is already set up. âWhoâs ready for this?â she raises an eyebrow at Tucker. âYouâre not gonna run out of the room like a chicken, right?â
Tucker gives her a look, but then shrugs. âIâve seen scarier things.â
âThatâs an opinion,â Sam says, hitting âplayâ on the movie.
âOh, thatâs right, you werenât there when I found Vladâs poems about Mrs Fenton.â
âWait, really?â Valerie asks, wrinkling her nose.
âUgh, yeah I believe it,â Danny says. âHeâs always been really creepy about her.â
âYeah, I spared all of you,â Tucker says. âYou owe me.â
âIâll owe you more if youâre quiet and let the movie play,â Sam says.
Tucker sticks his tongue out, but turns to watch the movie. Danny smiles fondly at them for a moment and then casts an equally fond glance over at Valerie.
Valerie sees him looking and faces him. âWhat?â she whispers curiously.
âNothing,â Danny whispers back, leaning further into her side and looking towards the movie. Valerie does the same a second later.
And though itâs not long before she turns to him and starts asking about the context of whatâs happening, Danny doesnât mind too much, because heâs not paying much attention to the movie before that either.
Instead, heâs deciding that even if things are far from normal yet, he likes the way theyâre heading. And if telling people heâs Phantom keeps working out like this at the end of whatever else comes his way, heâll probably be alright after all.
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Headcanons about sex, kinks, sexual shit in general with the boys! (Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson)
Steve Harrington:
He is such a sweetheart in bed. Like he's always asking for consent to do anything and everything.
"Is this okay, baby?" "Can I hold your head while you suck my cock?" "Are you ready?" "You can take a break if you want, I know it's tiring baby."
The first time you guys had sex, you weren't even friends. In fact, you guys were probably enemies and the first time you did it was probably just hate sex.
"I guess you're not so bad after all."
And that's when you started dating King Steve who became the sweetest little thing in the sheets.
He loves eating you out. He just loves pleasing you and he won't cum until you have twice.
He isn't really kinky at all. He likes it vanilla, never taboo.
Sometimes you guys try new and different sex positions but they almost never stick.
He loves basic cowgirl and missionary. He loves to see your face when you take his cock.
Quickies are always the best with Steve. And he is willing to please you any time, anywhere so long as you ask him to.
He is pretty vocal. And he let's out these pretty, slutty boy moans (he's definitely a switch but you'd barely ever hear a groan from him, almost always slutty boy moans).
He's a tits guy. He loves your boobies!
He fondles with them all the time. He sleeps either with one in his hand, or with his head on top of them.
"Baby, you got the nicest pair of boobies I've ever seen, you know that?"
Again, before you guys dated and you lowkey hated eachother, he would stare at your tits all the time because he knew it made you uncomfortable and because he actually did really like them...
He loves kissing and marking you.
Kissing you is his favorite thing to do. He kisses you majority of the time as you guys fuck. Every time you guys kiss, it feels like it's his first time all over again.
He craves your kisses so much. And he loves covering your neck and especially your tits with hickeys. "Gotta let everyone know who you belong to, huh?" "Who do you belong to, baby? All me. You're all mine now that I've got you all marked up."
Billy Hargrove:
Controversial opinion, but he would rather praise than degrade you. LISTEN. He is not a degrader. He loves his prettygirl.
I love the idea of Billy being so big on praise.
"Fuck prettygirl, doin' so good for me." "Baby, you take my cock so good." "You're my pretty little girl, right? Oh come on baby,, tell me how you're my pretty girl. Only mine."
After basketball practice when everyone is showering he brags about how wet, warm, and tight your pussy is and how it's waiting at home for him.
"Y'know, my prettygirl has the tightest, prettiest little wet pussy all for me." "I gotta go boys, my girl is at home with open legs waitin' for me."
He drives you everywhere, you're his pretty little passenger princess. He holds your plump thigh, inching closer to feel the heat radiating from your warm cunt.
There have been many occasions when you would go to parties wearing no underwear under that tight little dress of yours. And your pretty boyfriend wouldn't be wearing any either.
You guys basically compete to see who can last longer before going to the bathroom to fuck eachother. And you always lose when you see him adjusting his dick in his pants.
In reality he's doing that so people don't see the large erection in his jeans. And because his balls stick to his thighs so either way!
He loves doggystyle. Loves watching your skin ripple when his skin hits the curve of your ass. Plus he likes to spank you as he fucks you.
Which is a reason he likes cowgirl and backwards cowgirl. He can spank you in either of those too.
He's an ass guy. And a thigh guy.
But his favorite thing ever, if I'm being honest is when you cockwarm him. Whether its with that warm cunt of yours or your pretty lips around his cock he's happy.
He'll be doing work and have you just sit on his cock as he does it. "Don't move." "Stop squirming, pretty."
Eddie Munson:
Let's be honest here.. this man is kinky.
He's willing to try anything and everything you ask. Doesn't matter what it is, piss kink, daddy kink, mommy kink, rape kink, roleplay.. I mean every fucking thing babes.
Incase it ever gets too violent or you feel uncomfortable (which isn't often because eddie knows how to take care of you) you have a safe word. "Kit." Because who says kit out of nowhere when you're getting fucked.
And when you're tied up you have a button in your hand that you press and it'll make a noise, letting him know you want to stop.
When you can't talk/when you his cock in your mouth you tap his thigh twice, letting him know you need to breathe.
"Are you okay? I'm so sorry baby, I didn't mean it." "Honey.." He would whine, feeling so ashamed that you had to use the safe key. But you always reassure him that he did nothing wrong.
And he's so good at all of it too. You don't quite get how the fuck he's able to just do whatever you ask him to, but you love it.
You guys share an onlyfans and post different recommended positions, kinks, and situations. And trust me, you guys get so much money off having brutal sex all the time.
I mean hey, it's better than working a shitty 9-5 with minimum wage..
Plus exhibitionism is fun anyways. One of his favorite kinks actually.
"You guys love getting off to watching us have sex, don't you? Dirty bastards." "Watch me pump my cock? Hah, you're gonna have to pay more for that, sweetheart." "Fuck her.. uh, no. Why should you horny bastards tell me what to do?"
He honestly just bribes your audience for money saying shit like "if someone pays 5,000 I'll do top rec." And everyone feeds into that shit donating thousands of dollars to watch you guys on stream.
Sex off camera is the same as it is on.. just people aren't watching obviously. Unless of course he chooses to fuck you in front of the window that he often fucks you in front of anyways.
"Hey, what do you wanna try now?" "Wanna try something new, hun? I heard this cool.."
He's really sweet and will do whatever you want him to!
#stranger things smut#stranger things#steve harrington smut#steve harrington#billy hargrove smut#billy hargrove#eddie munson smut#eddie munson#i love them so much.
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r/relationship_advice - Charles Leclerc x Reader
A collection of Reddit posts, comments, tweets, and fic
Pairing - Charles Leclerc x Reader
Synopsis - The reader is in a difficult situation, and decides to make a post on Reddit to get help with her predicament. What she doesnât expect is for people to realise who she is.
Content Warnings - swearing, sexual references
Authorâs Note - this is not just a standard fic! This is a collection of Reddit posts, comments, tweets, and fic. Sort of like a collage of different shit all telling one story! Because of this the perspective is different in each part, like the Reddit posts are in first person, and the fic is in second person as usual!
I wanted to experiment with something different structure wise, you know me, I like to fuck with stuff and do weird shit. If high school musical taught me anything, itâs that we shouldnât stick to the status quo.
Please do tell me if you like the structure, if you donât, if thereâs anything you donât think works etc! Iâd love to do more shit like this so if you have any ideas of what else I could include in one of these (like text messages, DMs, Snapchat, insta stories, whatever) do let me know!
r/relationship_advice ⢠5d ago
Posted by throwaway27936
My (25F) boyfriend (27M) thinks I have a thing for one of my coworkers (25M). The worst thing about it is⌠I do.
I wanna preface this by saying that Iâve been with my boyfriend since I was 18. And I do love him. But last year I managed to bag my dream job and it meant us going long distance.
I wasnât worried about the whole thing, after all, weâd been together for six years already and lived together for three of them. We had two cats together, and the word on the street was he was thinking of buying a ring to pop the question before I got my job offer.
The job is my dream job, and itâs actually what we had initially bonded over when we were at college together. When I got that email saying the job was mine he was so excited for me, and I was thrilled. Itâs what Iâd been working towards for so long!
But as things set in for him, and he realised I would be away for weeks and weeks, I could tell something changed. It was like he was faking being happy for me. The proposal never came, I suppose maybe because I was going to be away for days like valentines and both our birthdays, maybe he just couldnât find the right time? Either that or he didnât want to be engaged to someone who was hardly around?
He drove me to the airport, and no matter how sad I could see he was feeling, I couldnât stop my excitement as I jetted off to another country to begin my work! I suppose that didnât help either, him seeing how pumped I was and not being all tearful and sad to be leaving him. But I couldnât help it, and I was sad, I just didnât want to make our parting more upsetting for myself or for him.
The job kept me busy. Like super busy. But I did manage to come home every now and then, to tell him about all the amazing things Iâd seen and done, do date nights snuggled up on the couch with our kitties Nemo (4M) and Milo (4M) but something was just⌠off??
And him being off, not being as affectionate and loving as he used to be, is what drew me to my coworker.
The final nail in the coffin was my trip home during summer last year. My bf and I pretty much argued the entire time, just over little tiny things, until suddenly, he just exploded. He berated me over the fact that I was never home. That he was the one stuck there looking after the cats, living a normal life while I was living my dream and flying around the world with my team.
It hurt, and Iâm gonna be honest with you, I said some things I wish I could take back. Mainly along the lines of âitâs not my fault you werenât able to make something of your life like I was.â
I regret saying that. I know that he struggled after college. It was a low blow. But I was angry, because I was living my dream, the dream we had bonded over that night in the sports bar just off campus when we met. He should be happy for me, right?
Well, after I left at the end of summer on a particularly sour note, I was ready to be done with him. I thought Iâd give him the benefit of the doubt and hope heâd gotten it all out of his system and that when I returned during a two week break in October, things would be better.
We hardly talked. September meant no FaceTimes, hardly any texts, no likes on my Instagram posts, nothing. Zilch. Nada. I tried, god knows I did. Scrolling through our WhatsApp chat makes me look so fucking desperate but I wasnât ready to give up.
One day, after another period of being totally ignored, my coworker, who I shall call C, noticed I was upset. Before now I hadnât spent much time with C as he was far more high profile than me. I worked in the wings but he was the star of the show.
I didnât mean to trauma dump on him, but all these feelings just kinda came spilling out. I ended up crying on him and getting his shirt all covered in snot. It was gross, I apologised, he said not to worry about it.
The thing about C is, is that heâs beautiful. I know you donât often see the word beautiful being used to describe a man, but he is. Heâs gorgeous. Like donât get me wrong, my bf is hot too, but C? Damn.
He was so kind to me, he listened, he wiped away my tears, cheered me up, and made me feel better again.
Donât get me wrong, I would never cheat. I couldnât. One of my best friends from college had her boyfriend of five years cheat on her and she was heartbroken. I still loved my boyfriend, I couldnât do that to him. Besides, C himself already had a girlfriend. So anything between me and him was completely off the table.
But that didnât stop me from catching feelings for C. Thereâs nothing cheaty about catching feelings, right? Especially when your bf is ghosting you the way mine was.
But C and I became good friends over the time we spent together throughout September after the whole snotty crying situation. He was a good friend, and it was nice to have someone in your corner when all of your normal best friends are halfway across the world.
When I went home in October, I arrived at my bf and Iâs flat to find him sat in the lounge, surrounded by packed boxes and suitcases. He told me it was over.
Naturally I cried, I was hoping weâd have a chance to smooth things out, especially over Christmas when Iâd have a whole two months to spend at home before I had to be back at work.
My bf showed me a picture on his phone, it must have been from some night out I can hardly remember after a good weekendâs work. And there I was with C. We were just dancing, but his hand was on my waist. Man we must have been so hammered.
My bf assumed I had a thing for him, which I did, but I would never have acted on. But I told him I didnât, that we were just good friends, which wasnât a lie. We were good friends, I just happened to fancy the pants off C but only in secret.
He wouldnât listen to me, told me the whole long distance thing wasnât working and that I either had to quit my job, or we would have to break up.
I couldnât quit. I loved my job too much. It was exactly what I had dreamed of since I was a child. I told him that, and he said it was over.
He said heâd look after the cats until I found a new stable home someplace, and that heâd let me store my things in the spare room, but I didnât live here anymore.
I left for my parents that night, in tears, and texted C. I told him what had happened, and he said I should get out, go visit him at home and keep my mind off of things before we had to travel again.
I knew I shouldnât have. That it just made C and Iâs relationship look even more suspicious. But I was upset, and angry. Besides, I wasnât the only one at fault. If my bf had just replied to my texts more, and been willing to work harder on the long distance thing, I think weâd still be together now.
But I went to see C. And we had a great week. We hung out, played video games, got drunk, it was great. Of course his girlfriend stopped by every day for a few hours at least, and sometimes Iâd be left alone in his apartment while they went for dinner and stuff. And that was when I cried.
I felt guilty for something that was beyond my control. I felt angry because, if my boyfriend had just been more willing to make it work, I wouldnât have gone crying to C and I wouldnât have ended up with this big fat crush on him.
By the time it was time to return home, I went and moved all my stuff out of my now ex-bfâs apartment and took the cats to my parents. I spent Christmas with them, and despite how much it hurt being alone surrounded by my family who were all coupled up, I had my work in 2023 to get me through.
But I also had C. We texted, a lot, after the breakup. I think he wanted to make sure I was okay? That I wasnât feeling down.
But eventually it was my turn to check in on him, as C and his gf broke up. We spent a lot of time on FaceTime that week, being a pair of sad single losers drinking red wine and talking shit. He was my friend, and I cared about him a lot.
Come New Yearâs Eve, I was invited to see in 2023 with my closest friends at a party one of them was hosting. And it was there I saw my ex-bf for the first time since I moved out.
I expected he would be there, after all, we had a lot of the same friends. But I was prepared for it. Iâd cried my tears out, Iâd gotten out all of my frustrations, and so when he asked me out on the balcony for a chat, I said âsure, why not?â
Call it a bad idea, call me foolish, but we ended up making out up there. We kissed at midnight that night, and promised to give it all another go. He said he wouldnât get jealous of me and my job, and I said Iâd try to come home more and spend more time with him.
The first week of January, I moved my stuff back into our apartment, brought the cats back from my parents, and we rekindled our relationship. Despite all the pain I went through, I still loved him. And he still loved me.
But then C texted, asked if I wanted to fly over and hang out for a weekend. My bf wasnât too happy with the idea. He was still convinced I had a thing for C, despite me telling him most certainly that I didnât. But I did still have a thing for C.
Thing were frosty between me and my bf for a few days, and as I prepared to return to work, he got increasingly more agitated. But eventually, when it came time for me to leave, he cried. I cried and hugged him as we parted at the airport. I promised I would call and text every day, and that I wouldnât ignore him in favour of work.
I loved my boyfriend, I really did. But then I saw C again. And now I donât know what to do.
I love both of them, so much, and I donât know what I want anymore. Is it selfish of me to stay with my bf? Would it be stupid for me to call it quits with him and risk things with C even if he doesnât feel the same? Iâm just stuck in a rut and my emotions are going crazy. Help!
TLDR: my boyfriend thinks Iâm in love with my coworker, I say Iâm not, but after a shaky period with my bf, I fell for my coworker. Now I donât know what to do! Help?
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Reindeerbuddy27 ⢠4d ago
I think your boyfriend sounds like a dick. It was his fault for ghosting you! If he hadnât have reacted the way he did over summer you would have never bonded with your coworker and caught feelings. IMO youâd be better off breaking up with him and either being single or getting with C, though Iâd give him some time to get over his own ex-gf before you try anything!
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Throwaway27936 ⢠4d ago
Yeah, it kinda was his fault I caught feelings in the first place, youâre right. I wouldnât say he was a dick, he just missed me I guess and his sadness turned into anger the longer I was away and it just all exploded. Even so, weâre back together and on good terms, and I still love him. I donât think I could break up with him without a valid reason to do so?
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ReindeerBuddy27 ⢠3d ago
I get that you donât want to lose him, but if youâre not fully invested in the relationship with him and want to explore the possibility of having something with C, I think breaking up with your bf would be the fairest thing to do.
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Throwaway27936 ⢠3d ago
Hmm⌠maybe youâre right. I need some time to think about it. Thanks for the advice! I really appreciate it! âĽď¸
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Pedr0Pascal14 ⢠4d ago
Would you maybe be able to ask your bf about opening your relationship? Allowing you to pursue things with C to see where they lead while also keeping your bf?
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Throwaway27936 ⢠4d ago
Definitely not. Heâs all about monogamy, and I am too. If I suddenly asked about opening the relationship heâd be even more suspicious of me and my reasons for asking.
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Demeter779 ⢠3d ago
Could you reduce the amount of time spent at work maybe? Like going part time so youâre only away for six months out of the year?
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Throwaway27936 ⢠3d ago
Sadly itâs not possible. My job is kinda all or nothing. If I asked about reducing my hours theyâd laugh in my face and fire me. Thereâs plenty of people who would die for a chance to fill my role so I wouldnât be missed.
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Demeter779 ⢠3d ago
That sucks. I would say tho, without being mean, it seems like your job is your number one priority and not your bf. While thereâs nothing wrong with that, I think thatâs where the problem lies. Especially if before you took the job he was always your number one! Itâs probably been hard for him to adjust! I hate to say it, but I donât think you two are meant to be and these problems are only gonna get worse this year with you being away. This situation really sucks for you OP, Iâm sorry.
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r/relationship_advice ⢠6hr ago
posted by Throwaway27936
UPDATE: My (25F) boyfriend (27M) thinks I have a thing for one of my coworkers (25M). The worst thing about it is⌠I do.
Okay, ya got me.
Considering my life has already been put under extreme scrutiny from random strangers on the internet to literal news publications, I figured it couldnât get any worse than it already has and so Iâd post an update here.
I wanna start out by saying I am stupid. I made my post thinking I was fully anonymous, the account was a throwaway with no real ties to my irl identity and I tried as hard as I could to conceal the true nature of my work, but you F1 girlies are far too intelligent and I realise that now.
In hindsight I shouldnât have deleted those comments, because it did just make me look more suspicious. If Iâd have left them, maybe even replied to them and said âyes I work in F1 but can we please keep it on the dl as I donât want anyone finding out who I amâ then right now I wouldnât be sat in my childhood bedroom crying with a cat on my knee typing out this post.
I also wanna say that I hold no grudges with Twitter user LionVerstappen_ I mean, theyâre far too clever for their own good, and they terrify me, but I donât hate them, and all the hate that theyâre getting is unjustified and wrong. It was my fault for posting on the internet thinking Iâd be safe. Thatâs on me, not them, so please do leave them alone.
Since that post was made, a lot has changed. Obviously I had already returned to work, I was in the factory at Maranello working on some technical shit I wonât bore you with and getting ready for the livery reveal on the 14th and fine tuning for next season.
I had seen LionVerstappen_ and Hon3ybadg3râs comments and deleted them as soon as I did. I didnât fancy answering them, and thought âshit, this is getting a little diceyâ and disabled commenting on my post. I thought that would be the end of that, I had some good advice given before that, and I would mull it over before I next saw my boyfriend.
Suddenly, my phone just started fucking blowing up. I had a bunch of random people request to follow me on Instagram, and when I say a bunch, I mean a fuck load. Like 20k follow requests in the space of a few hours. Immediately I was like âwhat the fuck?â Assuming Iâd been hacked or something. I had like 200 followers before that, and I knew all of them in some capacity, and I hadnât just become some internet celebrity (not on purpose at least) so what was going on?
Thatâs when I got a message from my friend back home. Sheâs an F1 fan and is pretty active on F1twt which is how she saw the posts. She sent me a link to the original tweet from LionVerstappen_ as well as to DeuxMoiâs Instagram stories. I was shocked, I really didnât know how to react.
I couldnât believe that my silly little Reddit post had actually been figured out, especially after Iâd deleted those comments, I thought it was the end. I debated taking down the Reddit post, but really, what was that gonna do? There were already screenshots all over Twitter so it wouldnât make a difference.
This all happened during my lunch break, and after lunch, I was called into my bossâ office. It seems the Ferrari PR department had also seen the tweets and the speculation, and they wanted to talk to me about it.
I burst into tears. My personal life was all over the internet, my boyfriend had probably seen it all and knew how I felt and that Iâd been lying to him about my feelings. I knew it was only a matter of time before he called me and ended things with me again.
Thankfully, the PR team were nice to me. They said theyâd handle it, and most importantly, that my job was safe. It was nothing to do with my capabilities as an engineer, after all, so I suppose it made sense. What they did do, however, is give me the week off to sort my life out.
I left the factory sniffling like a baby, packed my shit and got on a plane home. I called my parents to pick me up from the airport, and asked them to take my stuff back to their place but to drop me at the apartment my bf and I shared.
When I entered the flat I had to brace myself. I knew it wasnât gonna be pretty. My bf was sat on the sofa, surrounded by packed bags and boxes again. Deja vu anyone?
He didnât yell, or threaten me, or call me names like I thought he would. No, he stood up, and hugged me. And I started crying like a baby. Full on body shaking sobs.
I told him I was sorry, that I loved him, but I understood. He said it was okay.
We sat down together surrounded by the boxes of my things, he made me a coffee, and we talked. It was refreshing to talk to him considering last time he forced me out of the house without a word.
I told him everything, from start to finish. About how neglected and sad I felt after the summer break, how his ghosting was what led me to Charles, how I still really loved him but just didnât know what I wanted, and how scary it was to have my private life all over the internet like that.
He was sympathetic, but ultimately he said that we just didnât work together. He wished me luck, I took the cats, got in a taxi, and went home.
Funnily enough, I wasnât really upset about the whole relationship ending. Mainly because I was just so relieved my ex was handling the whole situation so well. Iâll miss him terribly, he was more than just my boyfriend but he was my best friend too (I am aware of how cliche that sounds).
We had bonded over F1 all those years ago. I was cheering for Sebastian Vettel and he was cheering for Lewis Hamilton while watching a race in a sports bar. We ended up having an argument over whoâs driver was better which after a few drinks evolved into us making out in the smoking area. That night Iâd told him my dream, to be an engineer, to work for Ferrari. He believed in me, and itâs due to his belief that I managed to get my job. Itâs a shame that achieving my dream was the thing that eventually tore us apart.
But anyway, now Iâm at home. My parents are out collecting all my things from my exâs flat right now, and Iâve finally calmed down enough to start typing this out. Mainly because Nemo has decided to curl up in my lap and have a big nap.
Consider my overdue cat tax paid:
When I settled in my room, Charles called me. I nearly didnât answer it, but I did.
For the sake of his privacy, Iâm not going to tell you all of what was said. But I can say that he doesnât hate me, and if anything, he feels so bad for the situation I ended up in.
I suppose he knows what itâs like to have all that speculation around your personal life 24/7 and can empathise more than most of the people in my life.
I will also say, that we are just friends! Thatâs all. This isnât a hallmark movie. He hasnât hopped on his private jet, flown all the way to my home in bumblefuck nowhere to declare his love for me, and we all live happily ever after.
Real life is a lot more complicated than that. And a lot shittier and a lot more depressing.
Iâm going back to Maranello tomorrow morning. I know they gave me the week off, but Iâm going to spend some time in the area, maybe even look at getting a proper rental and moving out there full time. I have nothing really to tie me to my home anymore, not really (and yes I will bring the cats with me and pay a cat sitter!)
So yeah, this is my update. You donât need to worry about me, Iâm fine now, I think! Moving onwards and upwards. One day this will be a funny story Iâll look back on. It isnât funny now, but it will be.
I do ask, however, that everyone reading this post thinks before they post. Iâm a real person, and thanks to all this drama my life is fucked up and Iâm now Googling how to emigrate to Italy.
Before you press that button, just consider how it will affect that person, and if itâs really worth it. Sometimes it is, Iâll grant you. But weâre all real people. Those of us in the factories, the TPs, the drivers, everyone. And we have a right to respect and privacy just as any ordinary person does. Think before you post.
Iâm signing off now. Itâs been a wild ride. Comments will be off, no doubt youâll be making comments and dissecting my every word on Twitter anyways but at least I donât have to see em.
I likely wonât update this again.
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March 5th 2023
No matter how hard you tried, you couldnât quite acclimate yourself to the dry heat of Bahrain. Your hair clung to your neck with sweat, and your team polo was already sodden and damp.
You werenât quite sure if it was just the heat, or the nerves getting to you as the cars begun their formation lap. You fidgeted with the pen in your hand, your eyes firmly transfixed on the screen in front of you as you catch a glimpse of red zooming down the straight.
Lucky for you, things had died down. As the season began, people had the racing to focus on, and your silly little Reddit post had been almost forgotten. You were able to blend into the background, just as you had done that previous year. You were just another engineer hidden amongst a sea of red shirts, and it was nice.
You knew, however, that this peace would be short lived. It was only a matter of time before you were all over social media again, not as the mystery Reddit user anymore, but as Charles Leclercâs new girlfriend.
You didnât lie in your post, the two of you hadnât gotten together on that fateful day. You were just friends. That was until February 14th.
The day of the car reveal, which also happened to coincide with Valentineâs Day. You didnât mind, of course, after all, you had no plans. You were quite happy to have something else going on to distract you from your tragic love life.
Charles, however, had made plans. After the reveal you went back to his hotel room, where he had organised a fancy dinner with candles and roses. He asked you out then and there, away from the prying eyes of fans or paparazzi.
To you, it was the most romantic gesture anyone could ever make. It was clear he had thought of you, keeping the moment as private as possible to protect you.
He, of course, knew how you felt about him. He didnât have to worry, he knew youâd say yes. And you did.
You spent the evening drinking wine, chatting, just as you had always done. But one thing was different - after dessert he kissed you.
The kiss was sweet, and it wasnât just because of the tiramisu he had eaten.
He didnât want to rush you, he knew that you were still healing from your trauma. But you werenât so coy.
February 14th marked the first time you had kissed Charles Leclerc, but it also marked the first time the two of you made love.
Since that day, the two of you had kept your relationship a secret. You cooked for one another, or ordered takeout, watched movies, cuddled with the cats, and just enjoyed each otherâs company.
It was exactly what you had wanted. A nice, private relationship with the man you had fallen so deeply in love with.
But there was a small niggling feeling in the back of your mind that it was all about to change. If he won this race, you wouldnât be able to control yourself. You wouldnât be able to stop the urge to throw yourself into his arms, to kiss him all over, to tell him just how proud you are.
A race winner always deserves a kiss, right?
You chew on your nail as the final cars pull into position, ready for lights out.
Charles had taken pole position that previous day, but you had managed to save your celebrations for later, sneaking over to his hotel room when no one was around and promptly sneaking out early this morning to avoid suspicion.
Lights out - Charlesâ reactions are lightning. He manages to keep away from the rest of the grid, allowing the cars behind him to battle for P2.
The Ferrari garage is hopeful, but they know better than to cheer before the race is won. Too many bittersweet moments from the previous season haunted each and every one of them.
All was well, Charles was set for the first win of the season, until a collision at the back of the pack meant that the safety car reared its ugly head.
Max was getting closer and closer to the back of Charlesâ car. They weaved behind the safety car, getting ready, preparing for the moment that it would leave the track.
As the car enters the pit lane, the power was in Charlesâ hands. He needed to make a good move, surprise Max, get him on the back foot and out of sight.
There were only two laps left. Two laps to victory. Max just had to stay back, and Charles had to race like heâd never raced before.
You chew on your nails anxiously as Charles takes each and every corner, hitting the apex with precision. All that time in the simulator was definitely paying off.
They cross the line for the final lap, Charles was a carâs length ahead, but Max too was pushing hard. He wanted that first win just as much as Charles did. But you told yourself mentally that he wasnât going to get it. This was Charlesâ race, and he was going to stand on that top step of the podium.
The seconds felt like hours. You make eye contact with Vasseur across the garage and he gives you a small smile. A reassuring one, and you smile back. It probably looked more like a grimace but it was the best you could muster.
The final corner passes with ease, and it looks like Charles has hung onto his win. Max is practically driving alongside him as they cross the finish line. No one cheers.
Itâs a waiting game, waiting for the photo to see who had crossed the line first.
You bury your head in your hands, unable to think, talk, move or see until the entire garage erupts into cheers.
He had done it! Charles had won the race!
Tears begin to fall from your eyes as you finally look up. You were sobbing, you couldnât help it. Heâd won.
You give every mechanic you see a pat on the back as you walk over to Vasseur. He was smiling brightly at you. He had so much faith in Charles, he loved him like a son.
He embraces you tightly as you cry onto his shoulder, and he whispers ever so quietly âgo see him. See your love.â
You didnât even care to ask how he was able to see right through the two of you. You just pulled away and nodded as you run out of the garage towards parc ferme alongside a sea of red suits and shirts.
You push your way to the front, definitely sure that your tear stained face would be onscreen for the world to see, but you didnât care. The world had seen worse of you, after all.
When Charles takes off his helmet, your heart skips a beat. He was beautiful, every day he was beautiful. Even when he was still sweaty and breathing heavy from the adrenaline of the race, his face marked with balaclava lines.
He makes a beeline for you, pulling you in for a hug the way friends would hug one another.
âKiss me.â You say.
âAre you sure, mon amour?â He whispers, and you nod.
Charles captures your lips in a kiss reminiscent of your very first just a few days ago. The cameras were definitely on you, but you didnât care.
No doubt social media would be going crazy over the whole thing, but it was nothing new to you. At least this time you werenât just in love with your coworker, but he was in love with you too.
Whatever the internet may have to throw at you, this time, you didnât have to handle it alone.
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~ THE END ~
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I'm stuck in a bit of a pickle at the moment. I've been a little kinda sorta completely fucking gutted by the election results. I feel so utterly saddened for 2SLGBTQIA+ people, BIPOC, women, people with disabilities who now have to live beneath that man's shadow.
Among the sadness is an ache.
An ache to do something. An ache to take action of some kind. I have no idea what kind yet, but I can't stop thinking about it. I am brewing. Do I mean to create something? I don't know yet. I'll figure it out. But I mean to do something.
Community.
I've been reading lately. A book called "How To Think Like A Woman," by Regan Penaluna. The book tells the author's personal memoir, as well as the stories of 4 Early-Modern philosophers (who were women). I'm not a particularly smart person, sometimes I needed to read a paragraph or even a passage multiple times to really 'get it,' but some things stuck with me.
These philosophers were steadfast in their beliefs that women were deserving of education, asylum from abusive husbands, that they shouldn't need to hide their sexuality, that they should be allowed to pursue their intellectual desires just as a man could. But in these demands they each were specific. These freedoms were not meant to enable selfishness in women, as they often did in men. They believed that these freedoms, for all people, also came with the duty to better one's community - to give back. That embracing the people, valuing the people, fostering each individual, would further the community.
This point of community is where I've been stuck all day long. We all need community right now. We need shoulders to cry on, we need friends to laugh with, we need wise folk to tell us what the fuck to do now.
I don't know what I'm going to do - or make - but community needs to be a central theme.
Queerness & Transness.
I also feel like I've created nothing inherently queer. I've abandoned writing for some years now, my projects are old. Older than my realizations about identity. Older than my epiphanies about transness. I want to do something fuckin' gay as hell. I want to pour energy into something that may in some small way counterbalance the hate being screamed into the universe, infecting the pretty space-dust that I wanted to use to highlight my blush. I want to create something that whispers with a forked tongue: "Fuck. You."
Fact or Fiction.
Will it be fact or fiction? Do I want to search for beautiful, real stories to tell and help spread them? Or do I want to create something entirely new? I'm not a documentary producer, but should I be? My heart is in crafting stories, but maybe it's time to set that aside for a while in order to spread true stories that inspire good and justice. Maybe I'd better stick to what I know and make something up.
Abilities // Restrictions.
I am one person. Alone I can write, but that is difficult without an idea. I have the tinder and plenty of firewood, but I need a fucking spark. Once I have the spark I can do more.
I'm a filmmaker, I produce and edit. That's what I enjoy doing best. Not shit I can do without the idea. So for now those sit on the backburner.
I also have a(n admittedly small) rolodex of lovely queer individuals who may also feel a little distraught at the moment. Might be time to meet with them to discuss working on... something?
Budget is zero. Don't know what the project is so right now necessary funds are also zero, which is great. But nobody's getting paid for whatever the fuck comes of this, unless I can be smart.
Ending For Now.
This is all I can bear to write and word-vomit for now. I have been so full of energy and stress thinking about this all day long. I needed to get my thoughts out. If you feel the same ache I do, if there's any way I can help you make your "Fuck. You." project, or if you want to contribute to mine, please DM me and I'll be so happy to discuss and talk.
Please be safe, please be there for your fellow human beings, please be good to each other.
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Guys I need help for a fic
If anyone knows:
- for how long did Corrupted!Carmen operate for VILE!
- what specific heists she pulled
- how old she was at the time (and how old Jules was)
In case anyone is curious (or interested in being a beta!!! Dm me!!) Iâm writing a fic exploring that Carmen in canon divergent setting where she stalks a blue coat (Julia) to her home and discovers that the woman knows her and is quite clever
Then, over the time leading up to the eye of Vishnu, she steadily becomes more obsessed.
Here are my notes:
Very messy,, sorry đŁ
Okay, let me walk you through the ideas/outline!!! (this is kind of for me bc i perform better with a 'audience')
OVERALL: brainwashed carmen falls in love with julia
NOTES ON CORRUPTED!!CARMEN:
Driven by emotion
Quick to react
Everything she feels is distorted to suit power and her warped mind. So what she feels towards Jules before resurfaces harshly but all wrong.
(She's gonna be very yandere!!!)
So our Carmen respected Jules, but now she feels the respect and it's all twisted so she's thinking shit likeâ sheâs my only equal, or at least, she's the only one anyone near my level
And our Carmen admired Jules, a similar tone, but it takes on a more fascinated in a mechanical sense. Like Jules is some kind of unique specimen. Carmen is thinking, She's different from other. She's made for me.
And our Carmen, for the purposes of the fic, was in love with Jules. Or at least, damn near close to it. Maybe she was even just really really fond, to be more canon compliant. So, that affection morphs and is put through the most toxic extreme. Corrupted!!Carmen is so goddamn possesive. Really caveman (she is mine grrr) and 'VERONICA OPEN THE DOOR PLEASE VERONICA OPEN THE DOOR', like, that bad.
And ofc our Carmen was intrigued by Julia. loved her facts and passion and paid her close attention. Corrupted!!Carmen has no chill and she is like, obsessed. Like yandere obsessed. Like, watches her sleep and takes scans of her internal health constantly to make sure she's healthy. It's freaky, i'm trying to emphasize.
And, she's gonna hunt Julia down bc just like her father, the lone wolf, she does as she pleases and she leaves often to be with her booboo. (Unlike, dexter, the faculty are secure in her mind wipe to be concerned)
So... I described her to you!! Now, let me show you some ROUGH snippets I had as concept bits but I might actually include.
If you rather drop it here and hang around for the actual fic, this is our stop!! this is more for a potential beta and well, me :D. but if ur invested pls stick around
This fic will have:
toxic behavior from Carmen obv (she's like mind fucked)
it's not gonna be romantic
NO SEX
pov alterations
(S4E7) Moment of Canon Divergence
Carmen knew she was being followed.
She looks down, from her vantage on the building to see a higher up blue coat turn to her. Then, to Carmenâs astonishment, a soft smile blooms on the woman's face.
Carmen waits for the officer to show interest in attack, and when she doesnâtâ she leaves.
As protocol demands.
Snippet #1: (beginning? sort of a little after carmen confronts julia in her home and is now picking her apart for answers)
"Don't act like you haven't been watching me, Jules."
Julia tucks her chin into her scarf, hiding her face... hiding her grimace. When her Carmen had coined that nickname it felt like some of the cavernous distance between them had been bridged. A play at familiarity. Now, the nickname felt a bit cheap. Like this Carmen was looking for leverage, a way to manipulate her for secrets.
Snippet #2: (just to incorporate other characters)
Graham's gaze flickers from Carmen, to Julia, and to Carmen's vice-like grip on her wrist.
He opens his mouth to say something, protest maybe, but Carmen beats him to it. Within seconds she pins Graham to the wall, speaking to him under her breath harshly.
He looks nearly gray when he moves out of her reach and stumbled backwards, away.
Snippet #3:
"Do you get it? VILE cannot know about you. Do you understand me? Forget ACME. Forget VILE. You only need to think of me."
Julia was grateful that Carmen did not look desperate or upset. No, like always Carmen's gaze was steely and unflinching. It helped. On the odd ocassion before, when Julia had let herself think of Carmen in that light, she had always picked her soft and sweet. Julia doesn't think she was wrong to think so. After all, this isn't the Carmen Julia had cared for.
This Carmen was a stranger. A dangerous one.
"I need a job, Carmen."
"You don't. I'll handle it all."
This would make communicating with ACME infinitely harder, with her constantly operating under Carmen's nose. But not impossible, and that was enough for now.
"What about my interests? If I don't do something I'll go mad."
Carmen crosses her arms. "What do you want?"
"My academic career."
"No."
Julia blinks, taken aback.
"Too many people. Too many factors. No way."
Julia fights back the urge to cry, or scream. Instead, she says, "Then my blog. My academic blog.*" She fights back a sob, or a snarl. "Please. I need it."
Looking incredibly agitated, Carmen bites out, "Fine."
"Thank you," Julia whispers, surprised and sickened by how much she means it. "Thank you, Carmen. This means so much to me. It makes me so happy."
Carmen's gaze darkens, eyes going nebulous. Insistently, she says, âI only need you, Jules. Youâre the only one that understands me.â
Ironic because Julia had always felt that Carmen was more a mystery than a person. Julia forces a smile on her face as a compromise.
"I wish I understood you better."
Carmen knows the smile is forced. They both know. But the smile was Julia's compliance and that is all Carmen wants now.
"I wish you only needed me. Like I do you."
Julia's smile went somewhat shakier when she says, "I'm sure it's only a manner of time."
The way Julia said it... it nearly sounded like a guarantee.
Carmen forces herself into Julia's arms and tucks her face into the crook of Julia's neck.
Julia suppressed her shudder.
"Let's see how patient I am, hmm?" **
Snippet #4: (dialogue heavy-- needs heavy editing--, near the end... this is part of Julia's plot to manipulate CArmen into ACME to be fixed by the mind machine)
Julia is far too used to Carmen parking herself in the armchair besides Julia's bed to watch her sleep. Carmen's gaze on her is alert and hungry, waiting for any discrepancy.
âCarmen,â Julia murmurs, sitting up slowly. Allowing Carmen to track the movements. Julia takes the glass of water at her bed stand and peers into the clear liquid. After a long moment, she finally asks, âCarmen, would you kill for me?â
âJust say the word.â
The response had not an iota of hesitation. Julia had expected as much. She powers forward, watching Carmen's even breathing.
âWould you die for me?â
âIâd die with you. Iâd kill to avenge you. It seems sort of useless to die for you, though. Youâd live, yes, but then I wouldnât be there to appreciate you. Someone else might⌠" Carmen goes tense, and Julia ducks her head. "Jules.â
Gaze carefully on her glass, Jules says âYes?â
âJules, would you let someone else replace me at your side?â
Carmen's voice is sharper and harder than the diamonds she steals so often.
âNo," Julia says, well-rehearsed. "Of course not. How could anyone compare to you? No one knows me better than you. No one ever will.â
âAlright,â Carmen says, not believing her but not disbelieving her either. (Because a part of Julia means it. Maybe. In a twisted sort of way. No one will ever pay her such close attention--as unnerving and frightening as it is-- and no one will ever know her as well.) "Good. If someone else had you... I'd have to kill them."
She says it casually, easily, like it's a fact. It is but Julia knows the look in Carmen's eye, the watching look. Like she's waiting for Julia to react negatively. Like she's searching for resistance.
Julia doesn't give a reaction, and instead asks, âWhat about me then? If I died?â
Another immediate response:
âI'd burn the world down to avenge you. Everything.â
Julia snorts. "Everything but VILE."
Carmen hesitates, then says, almost more to herself, "Even then..."
Julia ignored âBut what of natural causes then?â
âI donât believe in coincidence," Carmen says dismissively, relaxing quickly. She must consider this as pleasurable, as a game of hypotheticals. As if Julia was finally leaning into Carmen's brand of affection. "Thereâs always someone responsible. An authority to blame.â
âWhat about cancer then?â Julia asks cassually.
Carmen chuckles, amused. âYou donât have cancer, Jules. I checked last night. You're such a worrier.â
The fondness was nearly authentic and that... That is far more terrifying than anything else Carmen has ever pulled.
âIâm asking hypothetically.â
âWell, then Iâd kill the doctor for failing you.â
âEven if thereâs nothing that can be done?â
âYes.â
She swallows. âWhat if itâs my own fault then? What if my incompetence brought upon my own death?â
Carmenâs gaze hardened, looking more suspicious. âYou mean suicide?"
"No," Julia says quickly, careful not to upset Carmen. "No. Not that. But, say I slipped and fell down the stairs. Something anti-climatic. Something completely my fault."
"If that's all it takes then you are not my equal," Carmen says evenly. "Then you're not the Jules I want.â
Relief sweeps through Julia like a tidal wave. She beams at Carmen.
Carmen's eyebrows shoot up. "Did I answer right?"
"I have one more scenario for you." Julia raises the glass to her mouth and drinks, faking confidence. The cup clatters on the bedside table as she sets it down, betraying her nerves. "After this, I'll be sure of this."
Carmen rolls her shoulders back, like this is all a game. Even her gaze is competitive, a mean gleam shining.
âCarmen.â
âYes?â
âYouâre so patient with me,â Julia exhales.
Carmen softens. âThatâs because you are my one and only.â
âThen you must save me, right?â
Julia grins again. This time her teeth are a bit bloodied. Carmen freezes, gaze like darts.
âWhat do you mean? Are you endangered?â
For the first time, Carmen looks hesitant to touch her.
âSix hours ago," Julia narrarrated. "I swallowed a pill⌠a very potent poison once activated. I⌠I just activated it. The antidote can only be found in the ACME headquarters, in their lab." Betrayal flashes in Carmen's eyes and Julia hurries to finish her sentence, before the toxins render her useless. "I have two hours, if Iâm lucky, before there is irreversible damage to my vital organs.â
Carmen was apoplectic. "Julia."
âProve it to me, Carmen. Prove to me that you love me.â
Now Carmen grabs at her, taking the collar of Julia's sleep shirt and shaking her. Now, Julia's body was limp and she flopped in Carmen's grip.
"You doubt me still? You are the cruel one. I'll prove it to you. I'll save you this once, and then, then you will spend a lifetime making it up to me. Understand?"
"G't it."
Notes:
the *, the blog is gonna be how Julia gets in contact with Player and how they devise a plan (he like starts a 'rival' blog that they 'banter' through)
the **, Carmen ends up being endlessly patient. bc her feelings are too obssessove, she doesn't really need Julia to love her back as she just needs Julia around. Also, the don't even kiss or hold hands. Its really just a lot of one-sided hugs, holdings, and face cradlings (except for when julia is trying to manipulate carmen, whcih carmen lets happen bc she liked the touch)
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