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bingoboingobongo · 1 year

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cod characters alphabet: beauty

Characters: Simon “Ghost” Riley, John “Soap” MacTavish, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra, Valeria Garza

Warnings: none

Prompt: Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

A/N: geez i got my nails done for the first time and typing is so hard. also yes we are going to be repeating gifs im sorry

simon “ghost” riley:

okay so simon’s definitely mature enough to where he doesn’t focus on looks and instead focuses on personality when it comes to dating

i mean don’t get me wrong your looks are definitely a huge bonus, but even if he couldn’t see he would still date you because of your personality

i think his favorite thing about you (and also the thing that means the most to him) is your tenacity/persistence

ghost is a very hard man to love and he knows this probably better than anyone

because not only does he come with a lot of emotional baggage that a lot of people aren’t willing to unpack, he’s well aware of the fact that he has a tendency to push people away or isolate himself

not to mention he’s just generally lacking in the interpersonal relationships department

for some reason though, you’ve decided to stick with him throughout all of his ups and downs

he just really admires/appreciates your eagerness to want to be with him because it makes him feel loved

it’s also kind of reassuring to him because he feels like it makes him trust you more since he can tell you actually want to be with him and you aren’t just using him

john “soap” mactavish:

alright so maybe this is cliche but soap really really loves your smile

i means it’s literally the face you make when he’s happy, and he loves seeing you happy so like it only makes sense

soap’s definitely a big jokester and one of the reasons why is because he loves it when he says something and it makes you smile

he’s always trying to make your day brighter and get you to smile more because it really is his favorite thing to see and he thinks you look so beautiful when you do it

it’s just such a genuine and pure expression that gives him butterflies no matter how many times he sees it

even if you think your smile is ugly or bad he still finds it the most amazing thing in the world and he will make sure to tell you this all the time

another thing he loves about you which sorta goes hand in hand is your laugh

it’s just such a delightful, amazing sound to hear, especially when it’s because of one of his jokes

he will literally do anything to try and make you laugh or smile, especially if you’re having a rough day

kyle “gaz” garrick:

okay so for gaz something that he really admires/likes about you is your sense of humor

he feels like it fits really well with his and your execution is always strong and so you can make any conversation immensely more interesting

it’s one of the first things that led him to you (that and your looks, because let’s be real, gaz is younger and probably a little less mature about these things) and it’s also the thing that got him to stay

like even if you’re having a bad hair day or looking bummy, gaz would still tell you how much he loves you and how lucky he is to have you

whether you’re working in the military with him or not, having a good sense of humor is important to gaz because he definitely needs it to keep morale up or keep things light when things are tough

he likes it whenever you tell him jokes over dinner or when you’re in bed with him

you’re very good at keeping him entertained what can i say

it’s also like the way you tell stories too like you could be telling him about how you went to the store and he would listen to you all day long

john price:

okay so price really likes watching you work

and yes i realize that sounds super creepy but hear me out i swear

price is definitely a very work oriented person and so while he would probably gravitate to someone with that same mindset, it’s definitely not a dealbreaker (so no need to worry all my unproductive price people)

that being said, when you are working, whether that be in the military, in another field, or even just taking care of kids or doing housework, price really enjoys watching you

he just likes seeing the silent determination on your face as you work

it’s sorta like when girls find it attractive when guys are good with kids but instead it’s with you and work ethic

idk man he just really admires people with a strong work ethic, and even if you don’t have one, he honestly just likes to see you when you’re in the zone

it’s sorta like, he likes to see your determination, like that’s something he really finds attractive

and like even if it’s not focused towards work, as long as you have something you’re determined/passionate about he really likes that

alejandro vargas:

okay so i think the first thing that really caught alejandro’s eye when it came to you was your fashion sense

maybe it’s just because you’re exceptionally pretty but alejandro feels like you look pretty in everything you wear

tight, baggy, bright, dark, whatever it is he loves it

he really admires the way you put together outfits so well, even if you really don’t put much thought into it at all

idk man like this is super basic but alejandro really just thinks that all of you is pretty

like he is a major romantic and he just thinks you look stunning

and he will tell you that nine ways to sunday

(is that the expression?)

and if he ever hears you diminishing yourself based on your looks he gets so frustrated because he really does think you’re the most beautiful person in the world

also he goes feral when you wear his clothes sorry

rodolfo “rudy” parra:

ughh another cliche i know but i’m sorry it’s simply the truth

rudy’s favorite thing about you is your eyes

i mean rudy definitely grew up hearing the saying “the eyes are the window to the soul” and he’s a proud supporter of that statement

honestly if you let him he would easily get lost in your eyes any time of the day

idk man there’s just something about your eyes and the way you look at him that has his heart fluttering and his legs swinging fr

he’ll always tell you how pretty your eyes are and how much he loves them

he’s also always trying to take close up pictures of them with varying success

definitely also loves himself some long, uninterrupted eye contact if you’ll let him

like if you guys weren’t dating yet, he’d definitely challenge you to a lot of staring contests during your free time just to have an excuse to look at you

valeria garza:

okay so valeria really really loves you for your mind and your advice

being the head of a drug cartel is tough and she needs someone strong to support her when she needs your help

you’ve given her a lot of help and advice over the years which she is eternally grateful for

sometimes she finds that she can be a little too independent but somehow you really have a way of convincing her to let you in and help her

honestly idk if this counts as something she loves about you but like she is so immensely grateful for all of your support

if you were there for her when she was in the military/becoming el sin nombre, or even if you joined her life a little later she’s just glad you’re there man what can i say

she’ll show it to you by spoiling you with whatever she can or whatever you want

whether it be material goods or just affection in general

like ghost she just really admires your commitment/persistence and it’s one of her favorite things about you

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bouncybongfairy · 8 months

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Woodstock 1999

Rick Sanchez x Fem Reader

Summary: After attending a house party, thrown by your friend Summer, you end up meeting Rick. While making small talk, you tell him about the Woodstock 99' documentary that you had just seen and that you wish you could have seen Korn from that festival. Rick is confident that you wouldn’t be able to handle yourself in a crowd like that. When you disagree, Rick tries to call your bluff. By taking you to an alternative reality where Woodstock 99 is taking place.

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You were sweeping the floors, finishing up your shift at the grocery store you worked at. It was Thursday and the store had been relatively quiet for most of the night. Only a couple more customers were wandering the isles, picking up last-minute items.. You were pretty tired, this started as a summer job but you ended up keeping it throughout the school year. It was nice to have extra money for clothes and outings with your friends, it almost made up for how depleting work was. You heard the assistance bell ring from the register, which prompts you to run over. You were pleasantly surprised to see Summer and her mom, you share most of your classes with the redhead. She has actually spent the night at your house a couple of times and vice-versa. You give her a quick mom and start scanning her items. Her mom was going on and on about how all the bottles of wine were for a family event, you looked over at Summer who was rolling her eyes. You held back a chuckle and continued to make polite conversation with Beth. After you bagged their groceries, Beth walked back to the car but Summer stayed back to talk.

“So obviously the family event thing was a lie but I am throwing a party tomorrow while my parents are doing this couple retreat thing. You should totally come,” Summer said.

“Yeah that sounds really fun, did you already invite half the school?” you joked while wiping down the counter.

“A lot of people are coming, yeah, but it’ll still be fun,” she said.

“Yeah for sure, do you want me to bring anything?” you asked.

“Just your hot ass and maybe a bottle would be cool. My mom is calling. I got to go but I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said while walking away.

Normally a house party isn’t really your scene but you were feeling kinda excited. For the past two months, you’ve been in a bit of a funk. Only going to school and work, not feeling up to doing your make-up most days, and dressing pretty bummy. You felt like a good party would break you out of that. Summer and you had a lot of mutual friends so you knew you would have company no matter what. You checked out the last customer and locked the door behind them. You grabbed some stuff for your lunch tomorrow and two bottles of Red Berry Ciroc. The store was owned by an older gentleman who sadly had dementia, his 29-year-old son now runs the store. As long as you gave him an extra ten for each bottle you bought he would look the other way when it came to age. You took an Uber home and immediately got in the shower. Scrubbing all the sweat off your body and lathering your hair in shampoo as Molly Kate Kestne’s Prom Queen blasted through a speaker. You stayed in the hot water until you felt at risk of passing out. You give your mom a kiss on the cheek, wishing her a good night before going to your bedroom. After turning on Jersey Shore as background noise, you fall asleep in your towel; completely worn out by your school and work week.

When you woke up, you were surprised that you slept through the night considering you didn’t get too comfortable before falling asleep. You were feeling extremely well-rested, it wasn’t until you were halfway done with your hair that you remembered about Summer’s party. You were super excited, you had this Saturday off which meant you didn’t have to worry about having a hangover. You throw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and start gathering things into your book bag. Once you got to school, you couldn’t stop counting down the hours until you could leave. It felt like years had gone by once it was finally time for lunch. You were sitting with a group of friends who were all talking about Summer’s party. Maybe it’s because you have a job but your friends seem a lot less mature over these past couple of months. It seemed like if it wasn’t posted or extremely extra then it didn’t happen. I don’t know, it just felt like they did everything for shock value or clout. You thought it was weird how upset they would get if they didn’t look good in a video of them taking a shot or not taking a picture with the blunt before it was smoked. Sometimes you wish you could record how they act during those times and show them later. You pick at your salad, tuning out of their conversation until the bell rings.

Once the last period ended you bolted out of the front doors and made your way home. You flat ironed your hair and started applying a bit of makeup. Rummaging through your closet, you ended up wearing a tube top and a pair of baggy cargo jeans. You grabbed one of the biggest purses you could find grabbed a tee-shirt and wrapped the two vodka bottles in a way that avoids any clanking sound. Your pen, make-up bag, charger, and a couple of other items. You end up walking to Summer’s house seeing that it’s only a 20-minute walk. When you got there, the sun was just barely setting and teenagers were flocking to the house. The house was practically shaking due to how loud the music was. When you walked in you practically had to wave a cloud out of your face. Summer immediately noticed you when you walked in and came over to greet you.

“Hey! Oh my gosh, I’m so glad you came!” Summer said.

“Yeah me too, I needed this really bad. Also.. here are those bottles,” you said, taking the vodka out of your purse.

“Wow, I didn’t think you were gonna bring anything. I’m gonna chill these,” she said, grabbing the bottles and leading you into the kitchen. When you walked in Rick was leaning against the countertop. She shoved the bottles deep into the freezer, in hopes of speeding up the process.

“If you can’t drink -burp- the liquor at room temperature you’re probably not mature enough to be drinking at all,” Rick said, taking a swig from his flask.

“What if we just prefer it chilled? Just because you can doesn’t mean you shouldn’t” you point out.

“Yeah, Grandpa and after I smoke I don’t like the way hot ass liquor feels on my throat,” Summer said, closing the fridge door.

“Doesn’t matter whether your liquor is cold or hot, your party is gonna suck since you put a ban on any of my friends coming. Seems a little like bigotry in my opinion,” Rick said.

Summer ignored him and led you to her bedroom where a girl from your school Tricia Lange was packing a bowl. You asked Summer if it was okay to leave the party unattended. She joked ‘That’s what Morty is for’ which made you and Tricia laugh. She offered you greens which flattered you, after cornering the bowl you handed it to Summer. Coming off a two-week tolerance break, the weed was hitting you fast and hard. You tilted your head up and blew the smoke up into the air. Tricia complimented you on how pretty you looked which made you blush because.. hello its Tricia Lange, one of the hottest girls in your grade. You guys were making small talk when Summer pulled out a pink crystal and started crushing it into a fine powder.

“What is that?” you asked.

“It’s a Kalaxian crystal, it’s pretty mild like snorting molly kinda,” Summer said, lining up the power.

“I.. don’t know about that,” you said looking at the powder suspiciously.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about it showing up on a drug test or anything. It’s not detectable with Earth’s drug tests,” Tricia said, setting her hand on your shoulder.

“No, well that’s good to know actually but imma need to see you take a bump before I do,” you said.

“You humor me,” Summer said, using a hundred-dollar bill to snort the powder, her eyes turning a baby blue.

Summer passed the tray to Tricia who mimicked her action. Your heart was racing as her manicured hands passed the tray over to you. Not wanting to come off as a prude, you took the rolled-up bill into your hand and brought it up to your nose. You sniffed the powder into your nose and coughed a little because the taste was so foreign. The two girls lead you downstairs where the party is now packed and a bit unhinged. Couples making out against any available wall space they could find, groups of people who were surrounding a person smoking out of a gravity bong. Drugs by Lil Aaron was blaring out of several speakers, drowning out almost every other sound. The three of you were dancing together in the living room with several of your peers. You were feeling so euphoric and magical; like you could float off the ground if you really tried. It was then that Summer reminded you of the Ciroc bottles that were in the freezer. All three of you took a shot and cringed as it went down. Summer and Tricia left to go to the bathroom leaving you in the kitchen. You were pretty intoxicated at this point and started to wander. You end up in the garage, where Rick is sitting at his workstation.

“Out!” he barked which caused you to jump and gasp due to how loud and aggressive he sounded, he didn’t even look up.

“S-sorry I -which way..” you started but Rick got up and walked over to you. He grabbed your chin and tilted your head up.

“I told Summer to stop giving K-Crystals to her little friends,” he said, seeing the effects from your eyes. You looked over a noticed he had a Woodstock 99’ ticket pinned onto his wall.

“You -hiccup- went to Woodstock 99? You- you’re so lucky you got to see Korn from that crowd,” you slurred without breaking eye contact. He laughed and let go of your chin and walked back to his workstation.

“Did you actually go?” you asked, walking over to him.

“I thought I said to get out earlier,” he said.

“I have selective hearing,” you said, picking up a screwdriver.

“I’m lost, is that supposed to be my problem?” he said.

“Well it -burp- if you really wanted it to be,” you giggled.

“Yeah as much of a catch as you are, I think I’ll pass,” he laughed.

“Oh please I bet I’d be the best pussy you’ve had in months,” you laugh but quickly change expressions as Rick stands up and towers over you.

“Do you really think that you would be an unachievable fantasy to me? Like I’m some sad old stockbroker who has to rely on naivety to get laid? Don’t insult me,” Rick said, taking a sip of his flask without stepping away.

“Your shirt -hiccup- looks so soft, imagine if we could have gone to Woodstock together. You’re so tall that I wouldn’t have to worry about guys reaching up and groping me and I would have the most amazing view of some of the coolest bands of all time,” you said, feeling your high slowly start to come down. He smirked at you before turning around locking the garage door and opening a portal, dragging you through it.

“What- where are we going?” you asked confused, adjusting your eyes to the suddenly sunny skies.

“To call your bluff. There’s no way you could last here, it was kinda a shit show if you didn’t know,” he said.

“I know, I watched the documentary on Netflix,” you said very matter-of-factly.

It took your eye a couple of minutes for them to adjust but once they did, you couldn’t deny you were a little taken back. There really was a lot of nudity and white-boy aggression. You hoped Rick didn’t notice, but every once in a while, you would look behind you to make sure he was nearby. The first thing you wanted to do was get to the airbrush body paint station. You wanted Korn written across your chest in black and pink. At this point, the high of the K-Crystals was completely worn off and all you wanted was a hit of something. It was then you realized you still had your purse, you blindly reached your hand in until you felt your hand hit the cold metal of the battery. Your mouth begins salivating as bring the cart to your lips and take a long drag, blowing it up in the air. You take a couple more drags and notice that the artist has stopped. When you looked down he was just looking up at you. He was probably in his early 30s and had a 90s haircut that was short and spiked with blonde tips. Without breaking contact take another drag and exhale as you speak.

“Sorry, did you want a hit?” you asked playfully, looking over at Rick who was smirking with his arms crossed, evaluating the situation. The guy airbrushing you looked up at Rick who started to speak.

“You know you didn’t come across to me as one of those girls who have nipple piercings,” Rick said.

“Yeah I know, they’re hot right?” you asked to adjust the one that didn’t have any paint on it yet; they were bars with a chain that supported a pink bedazzled saturn charm.

“So uh, Maria is gonna finish up our piece cool?” he said, getting up before either of you could respond which caused both of you to chuckle.

After you were finished up with the body painting tent you made your way to the main stage. Hundreds of teens and young adults were making their way to the exact same location. It was weird because even though you knew what was going to happen, you were still bubbling with anticipation. Rick laughed and mocked you because he knew you had seen exactly what happened and still bubbled with suspense and excitement. When you asked Rick if you could actually sit on his shoulders he didn’t say anything, only nodding in agreement. You were trying to pry about the first time he ever experienced this but he would always give you a bullshit excuse like he was too wasted to remember. As you walked, guys kept approaching you, trying hard to keep conversation. You tried to be polite and at least slow down as you respectfully deny their advance. You even stopped a couple of times but Rick would gently bump into you with his body from behind to keep you walking. Once you got into the crowd, Rick took the arm and pressed his body to your back. He started guiding and shaving his way through the front of the sea of people while having his arms raised, protecting you from the crowd.

Normally if someone was being more polite it would have taken forever to make their way to the front. Rick however wasn’t sparing any feelings as he pushed and shoved. As you people watched, you couldn’t help but take in how different people were in the 90s. One of the biggest things that tripped you out was seeing how different the hair and make-up were of the girls around you. Super thin eyebrows, a thick eyeliner waterline with clumpy mascara. Your lashes were huge and your nails were so long, it felt like everyone was staring at you. Most of the hair extensions were god-awful but you gave them a pass considering this was a festival. The cameras were so retro-looking and looked bulky on the crew’s shoulders. Rick pulled a plastic baggie of pink powder from his lab coat. You assumed these were the same crystals you smoked earlier so didn’t think twice when snorting your fair share. Only later to find out that it was actually Molly, normally you’d be freaking out but I mean… You were in an entirely different dimension. Seemed kinda late for that. Once the intro started, Rick bent down slightly allowing you to sit on his shoulders. You could feel the energy of the crowd growing. It was almost like your heartbeat was getting more intense as the music’s rhythm began picking up.

A camera was coming closer to you, you blew it a kiss and then took a drag of your pen. It could have been because of the drugs but you felt like you were so high in the air, you could see the top of everyone’s head.; like you were a skyscraper. You were truly having the time of your life, it was nice being able to be carefree. Being able to get as wasted or naked as you wanted knowing you had someone to take care of you. You were gently running your fingers through his hair, tugging on it a little bit. You leaned down and whispered into the top of his head,

“Thank you for taking me here, this is amazing,” you said.

He didn’t reply, just ran his hands up and down your leg, starting at your knees and ending at your ankles. You were feeling accomplished that he didn’t get the chance to call your bluff as he put it. When Korn wasn’t playing you could barely hear yourself think over how loud the crowd was. You couldn’t tell if Rick was mad or just concentrating. After a while, you were getting overstimulated by everything going on around you. You asked Rick if you guys could head home, and he opens a portal directly underneath you guys, dropping the both of you back into a garage. You grab the extra tee shirt from your bag and throw it over your body.

“Thanks, we should do it again sometime,” you said before exiting the garage to find summer.

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writingsofmax · 1 year

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Hi Max!! I was wondering if I could make a request for a breakup/makeup scenario with Calvin? The more angsty, the better! If you decide to do it, I hope you have fun with it! ☺️☺️☺️

Let Down and Hanging Around

Words: 4.7 K

Tags: angst, argument, hurt/comfort, breakup, makeup, fluff

author's note: I've been... a little bummy lately so this was a really nice request to write. I LOVE angst, and I LOVE Calvin so this was perfect. uhhhhhhhhhhhh merry christmas eve.

Calvin could be such a jerk sometimes. You had been asking him to spend time with you, but he was always too busy working on the manuscript for his new book. You got tired of asking so eventually you took matters into your own hands. You called and made dinner plans at the restaurant you had your first date at, and then told Calvin exactly when and where the date was going to be. He had been slightly annoyed, but eventually loosened up and agreed to come.

“Thank you for putting up with me,” he had said, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before you left him to write again. But now, sitting at that restaurant alone, the memory didn’t comfort you anymore. You sat there at your table looking more and more foolish with every passing minute. Here you were in your stupid dress and silly little heels, at your reserved table, and the stupid makeup you had so carefully applied was about to be ruined because you were going to cry. He wasn’t coming.

After waiting for thirty minutes, you thanked the waiter and left, feeling absolutely humiliated. When you got back to Calvin’s, you stormed into the writing room, but he wasn’t in there. However, his laptop was open and you could tell he had flaked on you to stay and write his manuscript. His STUPID manuscript. In a flash of rage, you took the cursor and selected “move to trash”. What if you just deleted it? Got rid of it ALL right then and there? Fuck him and his stupid books. Your finger hovered over the key. No. You knew this wasn’t right. You took a shaky breath, and moved your hand away from the computer, and wiped away your tears. Even though you couldn’t believe he ghosted you over his stupid book, deleting everything wasn’t the answer, you were just mad. You looked at the computer screen once more and your heart fell into the pit of your stomach. His stupid book suddenly wasn’t there anymore. The screen was absolutely blank. You had accidentally hit the key. Pure blind panic flooded you as you frantically started trying to undo your mistake. Wait. It might be in the trash, it’s fine, I can just remove the file from the trash, you thought, trying desperately to amend the situation. You felt like you were going to puke right then and there when you realized that he had it set to “auto-empty.” It was gone. The whole thing was gone. “Oh SHIT!” You heard Calvin exclaim from behind you. You turned around to see him looking at you wide-eyed. “OUR DATE! Ohhhh baby, I’m so sorry, that was tonight wasn’t it?” He lamented while he ran his fingers through his hair, “I am SO sorry, I completely forgot, and—” he paused, taking in the scene before him, “What are you looking at on my computer?”

You completely froze, looking like a deer in headlights. By the expression on your face Calvin could see that something was obviously wrong. With a gnawing anxiety in his stomach, he walked towards you and the computer.

“What's wrong? What happened?” He asked. When you wouldn’t answer, he pushed past you gently to look at the computer screen.

“WHAT THE FUCK?????”

“Calvin, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, let me explain–” you started.

“GET THE FUCK OUT, GET OUT!!!” He screamed. Your boyfriend’s face was red and his hands were shaking– in fact– his whole body was shaking as tears ran down his face.

In the next second, he was gone, you could hear him tearing through the house. You followed him to see that he was gathering up your things.

“Calvin, wait, please–” You begged but he was beyond listening to you. All of his hard work, gone. Just like that. He couldn’t believe his girlfriend, who he had thought loved him, would be so vindictive as to destroy his work. His anxiety was bubbling over into complete rage.

“Its fucking OVER, do you hear me?!” He screamed at you, his voice breaking. “Get your shit” he yelled as he threw your things down the stairs, “and GO!” he shouted between angry sobs.

The last thing he said to you before slamming the door in your face was, “Do not EVER speak to me again you spiteful BITCH.”

After he shut you out, he sank down to the ground, his back against the door. He had just had a breakthrough moment with his manuscript and now it was all gone. He had spent the last several days writing down the best part of the story and now he would never get it back in the same way.

Between losing all of his hard work, and realizing that his beloved girlfriend could and would hurt him like that even though he had trusted you, he was at a complete loss. He couldn’t bring himself to get up off the floor, so he just laid there and cried.

You also cried all the way back to your apartment that night knowing that you had just ruined the best relationship you had ever had in your life. Calvin had been your person and you had completely fucked it all up.

The next few days passed in a blur. You weren’t sleeping well and you missed Calvin so very much. You had called and texted him so many times since the incident but he never answered. You only had one thing left you could do, and that was to go see him in person. You were nervous when you got to Calvin’s house, but you hoped you could make things right. With a shaky hand you knocked on the door, your stomach sinking lower and lower every second that you stood dumbly on his doorstep. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Calvin answered the door. He stood there, regarding you coldly. His hair was a mess and he had dark circles under his eyes. He looked like he had been crying just as much as you. He looked away from you and stood awkwardly, arms folded tightly across his chest. Your heart ached with guilt at the sight of him and you wanted to do nothing more than to hug him and comfort him but you didn’t. You knew how badly you had fucked up. “Calvin….” you started, your voice shaky. “Yes?” he asked flatly. “Calvin, I’m sorry...” You stated, looking down at your feet. You thought it was best to just speak from the heart and hope that he would listen. He nodded at you to continue, which seemed like a good sign. “I’m so SO sorry that I deleted your manuscript. I know you worked really hard on it and how important it is to you–” “It is really important to me.” He interjected, his voice terse and short. You winced at the harshness in voice, and wished you had stepped more lightly, but continued carefully, “I know… I should have never even thought about deleting it. But Calvin, I SWEAR to you, it was an accident. Even still, I am so so SO sorry it happened, and I really hope you can forgive me, and we can talk about this..” You knew you were beginning to ramble, but you loved him so much it was hard not to. You paused, doing your best to try and fight back your tears, not wanting to cry on his doorstep. You missed him so very much and you only had yourself to blame for that. “Right. Well…” he paused, his brows furrowed in thought, “Have you ever considered not deleting people’s hard work?” He looked back up at you, eyes blazing with anger. You wanted to disappear into the ground as he continued, “Have you considered not threatening my career? No? Doesn’t surprise me.” And then, without waiting for you to answer, he slammed the door in your face. A few days later you tried again, and he turned the sprinklers on. He never even came to the door. The third time you went you were so disheartened but you just had to talk to him. That time he actually called the cops. After a warning, you were let go and then you never went there again.

He was really gone.

When you got home that day, you curled up onto the couch and stared blankly at the wall. You weren’t going to see Calvin anymore. You weren’t going to hear him read to you anymore. You were never going to go on a fun date with him again. You wouldn’t see his face first thing in the morning or kiss him right before he went to sleep at night. You wouldn’t see the way his hair would get rumpled in his sleep. You wouldn’t see him fuss with his shirts and outfits before going to an event. You wouldn’t hear him tell you he loved you or lovingly call you “bug” or “bun” anymore. The nicknames that had started out as “love bug” and “bunny” but got shortened down over time since you had been together for so long. No. You weren’t going to have anything to do with him anymore and it was all your fault.

You felt hollow, and just let the numbness take over, not wanting to cry anymore than you already had.

Calvin wasn’t doing much better, but he preferred to keep busy. He needed to be writing anyway. His schedule was fucked because of all the progress that he had lost. He had missed his deadlines, his editor and his publicist were pissed at him and there was nothing he could do about it. Everything else in his life he had planned, now had to be pushed back so he could make his new deadlines. You had really fucked him over.

The nights were the worst for him. Without you, he could hardly sleep. He had gotten used to having you in his arms, the weight of your body grounding his anxious thoughts, your heartbeat helping him to drift off to sleep. Without you he would lay awake till four or five in the morning sometimes, wishing you were there, and then hating you for making him miss you. He would miss your skin on his, your late night talks, and the way you would laugh. He would think about the way you would brighten any room that you were in, but then eventually his mind would always drift back to finding you in his writing room, at his computer, his manuscript gone.

He would replay the entire scenario over and over in his head, and get so worked up he couldn’t sleep at all. He would try not to, but the anxiety driven thoughts were too powerful. In the morning he would get up, exhausted again, and sit at his desk and try to not think about you. Eventually, after a couple weeks it had become a routine.

Today though, was the day of his book talk and he was feeling extra anxious. He hated these things with a passion. He hated being on stage, he hated public speaking, he hated fielding questions from reporters and fans. It was all terrible. Normally, he would have you there to help him through the waves of anxiety that threatened to topple him over, but not anymore.

He was sitting in the small room they gave him backstage naming 5 things he could see, 5 things he could touch, 5 things he could hear and 5 things he could taste when a knock came at the door. A worker from the venue tentatively poked her head in. “Mr. Weir-Fields?” Calvin ran a hand through his hair, “Yes?” “These came for you.” She was holding a large bouquet of flowers. Calvin stood up and took them from her. “Thanks...” he answered awkwardly, wondering who it was from. None of his friends had asked him about his book talk today. Setting the bouquet down he picked up the card that came with it. Oh. He felt his stomach twist. It was from you. He picked up the small card attached to the bouquet.

The first line written there was from his book he was going to be talking about today. To anyone else it would have been a throwaway line, but to him it was important. His chest tightened, realizing that you picked up on how important it was too. You had always understood him. The rest of the note read: “Brilliant as always. I know you’ll do great, you always do. So proud of you.” Calvin missed you, that much was for sure, but he had let his anger overshadow it. However, after reading the note you sent him? Oh he felt your absence. So very badly. He decided to talk to his therapist about it a few days later, unable to get you out of his mind. “She remembered,” he said, grabbing his stuffed animal Benny and holding him to his chest. “Sometimes people deserve a second chance. You do have a tendency to shut people out, even if it's not what your heart actually wants.” “I don’t want to talk about that..” Calvin huffed, turning to face away from his therapist on the couch. “You shutting people out?” “Yeah, that. And anyway, I don’t want to forgive her. I’m angry,” he let out a sigh at that, his frustration bubbling up once more. He wished for the thousandth time that you hadn’t done what you did because now both of you had to live with it. “You can be mad and try to talk to her,” his therapist suggested. That got Calvin’s attention, and he turned back to his therapist. “What do you mean?” “More than one emotion can exist at once. You can be angry and try to talk to her if you want to. You can be upset and miss her at the same time.” Calvin knew that was true. He flipped over on the couch, staring up at the ornate wood paneled ceiling while he picked at the lining on Benny. “Maybe I can still be upset about it but also try to forgive her…” he said quietly, his mind buzzing at the thought, “Maybe I can still be upset, but not be… alone.” Calvin peeked over at his therapist for reassurance who just nodded at him. “Maybe I can..” Calvin swallowed, his throat feeling dry, “....talk to her about it.” Calvin continued to think about it after he left his session, his resolve weakening by the hour. He had called the cops on you, he remembered, internally cringing. But you had very thoughtlessly and carelessly, destroyed his life’s work. Someone that loved you wouldn’t do that, right? It was all very confusing to think about.

But you had said it was an accident….. But! He couldn’t be sure if he believed that either. The one thing he knew for certain was that he missed you AND that he was mad at you. So. Back at square one. He was still mulling it over a couple days later at the store when he saw you. At first he doubted that it was you because of what you were wearing but on a second look, it definitely was. He would have recognized you anywhere. You were walking to the bus stop across the street.

Of course you would be taking the bus now, Calvin realized, it had been him that had driven you everywhere before. It seemed like you were trying to hide behind your bulky gray jacket and sweatpants you had on, which is why he didn’t recognize you at first. You had always dressed in very cute outfits with bright colors when you had been with him, so this came as a bit of a shock. You looked tired too, dark circles under your eyes, staring off into space as you waited for the bus to come. To put it simply, you looked rough. Damn. And Calvin thought he had been taking it hard. He felt pulled to you, like a magnet in his chest had been activated. Uninvited images of him coming up to you and wrapping his arms around you floated through his mind. He could walk right up to you at that bus stop and offer you a ride home, your eyes would widen when you saw him, and he would pull you into a deep kiss and—

“Sir?”

“Huh?” He was snapped out of his thoughts by a confused looking store clerk.

“Do you need… help with anything??”

Calvin realized he had just been standing there with his grocery bags staring out the store windows like some kind of freak.

“Uhhhh no! No. Sorry.” He apologized, readjusting his bags and quickly leaving. He decided on the way to his car that he would come see you that night. He was regretting that decision as he made his way up your stairs. His hand wouldn’t stop shaking as he reached for your door. He thought he was gonna throw up. He stood there, wiping his hands on his jacket, and nervously pacing for about 5 minutes before finally just knocking. After a minute with no answer, he was about to turn back to his car, internally berating himself about what a stupid idea this had been, when the door opened.

You looked SHOCKED to see him standing there on your doorstep. He noticed how your eyes immediately brightened when you saw him, which caused a fluttering in his chest. Giving you a once over, his heart clenched when he noticed you were wearing one of his old sweaters. “C-Calvin??”

Tearing his eyes off your choice of clothing he nervously asked, “Um. Can I come in?”

“Come… in…?” Your brain wasn’t working as you looked at him, real, and beautiful, and on your doorstep, before remembering that your apartment was a mess.

“Ummmm, yeah! Just… give me one sec!” you blurted out before closing the door.

Calvin just stood there awkwardly, and waited as he listened to you run around behind the closed door. He had wondered where that sweater went, it was really sweet that you were wearing it and, Oh my god, he realized, she misses me. The door opened again and you stood to the side to let him in. He noticed right away that you had changed into something different. Did you think you had to hide how much you missed him? Or maybe you felt embarrassed about wearing it in front of him? Oh no… his heart fell as he realized, She thinks I don’t want her to miss me. He followed you inside and the two of you sat down on the couch in your living room as you had done so many times before. But this time it felt awkward and painful to try to ignore all the shared history in that room. To make matters worse, you hadn’t had any nice clothes to change into so you were in a shabby t-shirt and pj pants while Calvin was in one of his nicer outfits, making you feel very self-conscious.

You didn’t know what he was doing there. Probably to get the rest of his things. The both of you just sat there in silence on opposite ends of the couch because neither of you knew who should talk first. You were about to break the silence when Calvin spoke.

“Uh… So. How have you been?” He asked as he scanned the depression pit that was your apartment. You smiled politely and lied, “Oh you know, same old, same old… and how uh… how have you been?” You asked, trying to sound normal and happy, and not like you missed him with every fiber of your being. “Oh, I’ve been… okay. Thank you for the flowers. I liked your note.” “Y-You actually read that?” “Yes.” His admission surprised you. He hadn’t wanted anything to do with you before. You had been feeling particularly brazen and lonely when you sent the flowers, but regretted it as soon as you put in the order. Your mind had overflowed with scenes of him tossing them in the garbage, or sending them back for days.

“Sorry if that was… too much.”

“No no, not at all! You’re actually the only one who sent anything.”

“Really?” You asked, incredulously. That upset you, Calvin worked so hard and deserved to be supported. Not that he would know you felt that way with how you had acted.

Calvin sighed, “Yeah. No one even texted me about it, so I really did appreciate the flowers.”

“Oh..” you answered quietly, “Well I’m sorry about that. I’m glad you liked them.”

You both sat in uncomfortable silence for a beat before you decided to say something first.

“How’s… writing going?” you asked tentatively, regretting that topic almost as soon as it left your mouth. You pulled at fibers on the arm of your couch wishing you weren’t so dumb. The worst topic you could have picked and you just went for it.

Calvin glared at the floor, “Fine.” He answered flatly, which made you wanna shrivel up and die.

The silence hung heavy between you and you didn’t know what to say next. You had tried so hard to apologize before but he wouldn’t hear it. You know it hadn’t worked before, but he was here now wasn’t he? That had to mean something. The two of you had already broken up so it’s not like anything worse could happen if he didn’t listen to you this time.

Gathering up your courage you decided to speak, “Calvin… I really am so sorry… About all of that. Truly.”

Despite your best efforts, your voice was coming out wobbly. You were trying really hard not to cry because you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. He didn’t answer you, he just stared at the floor, his brows set in his typical frustrated Calvin look.

“It’s good to see you..” You admitted, the lump in your throat causing your voice to come out strained. Calvin had been trying hard not to get mad all over again, trying to remember what his therapist had said about second chances. When everything had happened for the first time your sobbing didn’t phase him at all. But this time, when he heard the sadness in your voice, it broke his HEART. “It’s good to see you too, bug,” he responded, looking up from the floor and giving you a weak smile.

That’s all he had to say to cause the floodgates to open, much to your horror.

“Sorry– sorry,” you choked out as you quickly wiped the tears from your face, your embarrassment overwhelming you. You looked away from him not wanting him to see you cry. You were mortified that this was happening.

“I promise I’m fine, I don’t mean to-“ but your words were cut off as Calvin pulled you into a hug. His arms were wrapped protectively around you and your face rested between his neck and his shoulder. He was so warm, and he smelled so good, just how you remembered. And it was Calvin! CALVIN that was holding you, his hand gently rubbing your back.

You started sobbing into his jacket as he held you, all of the emotions of the past several weeks pouring out of you. You thought you would never see him again, let alone have him hold you. The two of you stayed like that for a while. He just held you and rubbed your back as you cried it all out. Calvin was definitely reconsidering his anger with you as he held you, seeing how deeply the break up had affected you as well. Maybe you weren’t the villain he had made you out to be. You had just acted out of anger, and you had certainly paid the price for it. You OBVIOUSLY regretted it.

And even though you were crying, and the circumstances weren’t ideal, Calvin liked being able to hold you again. He had been touch-starved too and he missed the way you felt in his arms.

After a few minutes you were finally done crying. You hated yourself for falling apart, knowing that Calvin had probably just held you out of awkwardness and pity. Pulling back from the hug, you saw you had left a huge tear and snot stain on his jacket, and you just wanted to disappear. You were so focused on the stain that you didn’t see the way that Calvin was currently looking at you. The feeling of his hand touching your cheek brought you out of your thoughts as he wiped some of your tears away. You swear your heart skipped a beat when you looked up at him, leaning into his open hand gently. His green eyes searched yours for a second before he leaned forward and kissed you. His lips rested against yours ever so gently before he pulled away, and rested his forehead against yours.

“God, I missed you,” Calvin whispered, opening his eyes again. He leaned back and you took both of his hands in yours. “I missed you too… SO much,” you started, squeezing his hands tightly, “Calvin you’re the love of my life. You don’t know how much you mean to me,” you confessed. “I know I fucked up, but I will do everything in my power to make it up to you…”

Calvin regarded you quietly, his fingers moving nervously in your hands.

“If I’m being honest, I’ve been lost without you Calvin. You’re wonderful. You’re so talented and intelligent and fun and just amazing in every way, and I should have never hurt you like I did.” Calvin felt himself tearing up as you talked. You were so genuine as you told him how much he meant to you. It was moving, after weeks of missing you, to hear how much you loved him, wanted him and needed him. Maybe he wasn’t so silly for missing you terribly after all. Maybe you hadn’t wanted to hurt him like he thought you had. But then you said the dreaded words, “Do you think you could ever forgive me?”

Calvin froze, as he wracked his brain for an answer. You held your breath as you waited for his response. “I think…” he started, rubbing the back of your hands with his thumbs as he spoke, “I think I’m willing to try.” Now it was your turn to hug him. You squeezed him tightly, almost pushing him over on the couch.

“Oh Calvin, thank you! Thank you so much! I completely understand. I’m so grateful that you’re giving me a second chance,” you gushed, holding him close.

“I missed you SO much bug,” you heard Calvin say into your neck, “I want you to come home…will you come back home with me tonight?”

You pulled away from him with wide eyes, “Of course! Yes!”

Calvin shifted away from you, looking at the ground, “Ok I understand, I knew it would be too soon and—“ his eyes widened, “Wait, you will?! Really?!”

“Yes, of course, yes!” You laughed as he stared at you incredulously.

He let out a shaky exhale, “Oh good.” He said breathlessly.

That night you were SO relieved to be back in Calvin’s home. He was laying on you quietly and you kissed the top of his head. It was early in the night still, and the two of you had been cuddling for a little while.

“Hey Cal…?” He didn’t answer you, and your stomach twisted. Was he already regretting this?

“Calvin?” You adjusted your position to look at his face.

He was out like a light. His normally tense facial features were relaxed in a way you only saw when he was sleeping. You reached up and very carefully pulled his glasses from his face, folding them and putting them on the nightstand. He didn’t even stir. Poor guy must have been exhausted. You gently traced your thumb across his cheek before patting his head soothingly. “Good night Cal, I love you.”

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theriverreview · 7 months

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TRR Not An Interview (excerpts from Proust Questionnaire) | Aliyah Cydonia

[artist's work above-- Mother, 2023]

What is your idea of perfect happiness? Knowledge of the coming events.

What is your greatest fear? Knowledge of the coming events.

What is the trait you most deplore in yourself? When I talk without thought.

What is the trait you most deplore in others? When people talk without thought.

Which living person do you most admire? Christian Flores

What is your greatest extravagance? A $41 lip gloss I just bought (I’m using afterpay)

What is your current state of mind? Current — go go go in a good way. current current — remembering old times.

What do you consider the most overrated virtue? That we have to respect authority no matter what.

On what occasion do you lie? When people I barely know ask “how I’m doing?” It’s none of their business to know the real answer, good or bad.

What do you most dislike about your appearance? I can, at times, look bummy and not detailed.

Which living person do you most despise? A person.

What is the quality you most like in a man? Decisiveness

What is the quality you most like in a woman? Control

Which words or phrases do you most overuse? Interestante (I know it’s not a word it just sounds nice coming out of my mouth)

What or who is the greatest love of your life? Creating

When and where were you happiest? When a hard project starts to turn out good.

Which talent would you most like to have? To siiiiiingggg

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? To be more thorough.

What do you consider your greatest achievement? Depends. I’ve gotten through hardship and very proud of that but I’m also proud that I’ve built so many connections.

If you were to die and come back as a person or a thing, what would it be? I wanna be a worm.

Where would you most like to live? Right now Chicago or Morocco

What is your most treasured possession? My oil paints.

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery? Lost in your mind.

What is your favorite occupation? Carpenters

What is your most marked characteristic? My ability to converse

What do you most value in your friends? Shared time with each other

Who are your favorite writers? Octavia Butler

Who are your heroes in real life? My mom

What are your favorite names? cera Kizzy (kezia) Nico Jeanne (Jeannie) Jeanette Magnolia (nollie, nolia) Heuy (hue) Art Sedonia Maybellene nolia Townes Avant Ripsi Zora Odessa

What is it that you most dislike? Feeling stupid

What is your greatest regret? Staying in anger for so long.

How would you like to die? In motion

What is your motto? As a man thinketh so shall it be.

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releasingmyheartnsoul · 10 months

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16 LESSONS I LEARNED FROM MY EX by unknown mind

1.) MEN NEED SPACE. 💻💭

It took me a while to understand this because I was still learning myself but you all need time to think and be alone.

2.) Men NEED to spend time with their friends.👬

I apologize for not understanding this. I was so busy trying to be your everything that I neglected my friends and in turn intruded on your own which was probably super annoying.

3.) Do NOT 🙅🏾be his mother.

This wasn't something I learned right away but rather gathered from observation and reflection after things ended. You did seek and want a motherly presence from me, due to your background, but it caused you to put me into a box and it's never 🙅🏾cute to see your woman as your mom.

4.) Love ❤️yourself and have your OWN life.

Period. Have things you do for yourself. The goal in relationships is not to be another person's everything. You are to be that to yourself and then come together and be dope. Adopting this ideology creates a fantasy. No one can complete you if at first you don't complete yourself.

5.)Let him watch the DAMN game!! 🏈⚾️🏀⚽️

Ladies, that ish for them is like our Scandal, House of Cards, HTGAWM, Sex and the City .... All'A dat!!! Just plan to do something else! Take him to a bar TRY to understand it.... It's not going ANYWHERE, TRUST.

6.) STAY in shape 👙and DRESS CUTE👗.

Men are visual creatures they, not all, are also horrible at expressing things. So you gaining weight is probably a conversation they'd butcher. Stay in shape, beyond him, for not more than anything than to keep yourself healthy. Furthermore, do not get complacent... Getting crazy dolled up with your girls BUT being bummy on a daily with your man... Unh-uh NOT cute!

7.) RESPECT yourself. 💁🏾

Men KNOW who to run the BS on and which woman to not even try. In this sense, they are very much like dogs in that they can sense vulnerability and insecurity. Respecting yourself makes you more desirable and attractive. When he doesn't respect you ... Relationship OVER.

8.) Make TIME ⏱for him.

Things get busy, they get hectic but making time shows you care and boosts his ego, something men need. It will also increase your intimacy.

9.) SEX MATTERS. 😜😎

Ladies... Like Nike JUST DO IT. Bored? Get creative... Do something DIFFERENT... Hell, switch it up on him, have him be like WHOA where did my girl go!!! (WARNING: not too much or you'll have him suspicious)

10.) COMPLIMENT him.

Ego, ego, ego.... This fragile thing that men so dearly hold is real! As we're showered with compliments, rarely does that get reciprocated. Believe me if you let your man know how sexy he looks leaving, his head will be higher as he feels EXALTED by his Queen 👑.

11.) BE HIS FRIEND!!! 👫

This is MOST important and what hits home the most... We get soooo caught up in being the "perfect girlfriend" we forget to be his friend. Someone he can talk to, share his problems, share his thoughts. Building on this foundation creates longevity.

12.) INVEST 📈📥and SUPPORT his DREAMS.

As females we (if you are in tune) possess feminine energy that helps propel men. This nurturing touch can make or break men. Actively supporting and investing in him not only boosts his confidence but shows that you believe in him and are there for the long haul.

13.) LET HIM BE THE MAN.💪🏾

If you're in a relationship, with marriage as the goal or long-term partnership, let him lead. Men can sense the distrust and if you feel he can't lead you, 9 times out 10 he's not the right fit girl. You don't have to be in control ALL the time. You want a man right?.... Well BE a WOMAN .... Let him be the man (it'll work out sooo much better for you boo)

14.) ADDRESS YOUR CHILDHOOD/DADDY ISSUES.👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

This is PARAMOUNT!!! What you received or did not receive from the opposite parent is directly reflected in your relationship. What you may be arguing about may have nothing to do with him but more you and your past. We carry these things deep in our subconscious and either attract the very things we hated or loved. Be conscious to this. Your partner shouldn't suffer for things they did not do.

15.) HAVE FUN.🎉

Life is too short to be uptight. And relationships that are fun tend to be better. Prank him lol. Play madden with him, put notes in his pockets or weird places, do FUN things. Relationships can be so serious, live a little!

16.) LISTEN 👂🏾to UNDERSTAND not to be heard!

Communication is 🔑. Sometimes as women, y'all know, we just be talking to TALK. And we can articulate the hell out of our point, as we've probably had a talk with the bestfriend, mom, LS, etc. about how he's wrong, what we're going to say and the closing remarks that will prove our case. None of that matters, however, if we aren't understood and we can not see the perspective of our partner or looking to understand what he means so that it doesn't happen again. Our listening needs to be just as air tight as our loquacious tongues.

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emaciates · 1 year

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nostalgia 𓏲

sometimes it hits like a wave — a black cloud or a heavy cloak slipping over my shoulders and weighing me down a little. like those vests they make you wear for dental x-rays.

except it won’t budge. i yearn for simpler times… not just flip phones, aol instant messenger, xanga, livejournal, going to shows, getting drunk, chipped black nail polish, ratty band tees, shitty diners after midnight, cold fall air, and the smell of the joint burning in someone’s hand as it hangs out the side window of your friend’s old beat up car.

maybe these things, as wreckless and unstable as they sound, felt the safest. they felt like home. maybe it’s yearning for a time where everything felt simpler and harder at the same time. a broken heart was the end of the world and stumbling in to your service industry job after being out all night — drinking and rolling on E — it didn’t matter that you were 15 minutes late. losing that job was never a threat because your entire life could fit into a canvas bag riddled with enamel pins and patches and your entire heart was chained to the voices and blaring instruments of some sad boy’s band who played in garages every weekend. maybe it’s because this time is what taught me to love. taught me to lose. taught me to fight. taught me to pull myself up, knees scraped and sore, off that bathroom floor in the back of that club… to wipe off the remains of my smudged smokey eyeliner, and to look at my own reflection — at “mirror girl” — her faint hint of a drunken smile, her pupils the size of black saucers, choppy layers razored in her pharmacy box dyed hair, the numb busted lip (how did that even happen?) — but she dusts herself off, and she keeps going. mirror girl keeps going too. and she’s always there every time i stumble into whatever bathroom or dark alley — reflection in the mirror or in the glass of a broken window. i look at her and she feels far away from me. but she’s always on the other side to assure me; “am i really this fucked up?” i ask. she smiles and her eyes gleam. they look a lot like my own, but not completely. something is different.

she still knows all my secrets though. she still knows them today. even though she looks different. her hair has grown out. it hasn’t been touched by any hair color in years now. her piercings are gone, she doesn’t feel like herself. she has tattoos since then. she wants more. she’s been inside a lot lately, bummy clothes and too many iced coffees on her breath. she’s been hating her body — it’s bigger in places, heavier in some, fuller in others, older at times, just different. she bought some black-out curtains to evade the light and the outside world.

maybe it’s time to change. maybe it’s time to lace up my doc martens or throw on my chucks and stain my sink with hair dye one more time. find the indentations where my piercings used to take up residency and run the way i used to on those dark 5 AM mornings. it’s time to make the changes so i can stop sitting around just missing everything that once was. because the years are short — too short to sit around and watch them pass by while i sit around not feeling like me. maybe mirror girl can help me pull myself up and dust myself off one more time.

i get off my bed. i pull back the curtains. i feel the heavy cloak’s weight on me as it lifts.

i open my music app on my phone and deftones begin to play.

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wasabito · 3 years

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➽ corruption collab masterlist — hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting and @bummie ♥️

➽ note: definitely gonna come back and edit this a bit more because threesomes are hard as fuck, no pun intended lmao happy v-day everyone!

➽ word count: 3.2k

➽ cw/tags: polyamory + body worship + threesome + praise kink + public sex + choking + handjobs/fingering + vaginal sex + squirting + established relationship

➽ pairing: akaashi x fem!reader x bokuto

💿 1. nasty — ariana grande || 2. come on — jhene aiko

With Valentine's Day fast approaching, it becomes rather apparent that love and romance are in the air. Storefronts are decorated in bubblegum pinks and reds. Flower shops promote their special bouquet arrangements at discounted prices. Even your favorite hole in the wall coffee shop has fallen prey to the spirit of cupid as they announce their new strawberry shortcake dessert and heart-shaped scones.

In lieu of staying home for the third night this week, your boyfriends escort you to dinner at an upscale restaurant in the city. They treat you to a five-course meal and a bottle of wine even pricier than the dinner itself. One would think, after three years of dating, you would no longer be caught unawares by their spontaneity. And yet, here they are, once again pulling the rug from underneath your four-inch heels.

Your gaze flickers from Akaashi's tranquil smile to Bokuto's wide grin.

Adjusting the napkin in your lap, you open your mouth to speak, then pause as the right words fail it come. Brain short-circuiting instead, you let out a confused, "Huh?!"

"We're taking you to Italy!" Bokuto repeats, about ready to hop out of his seat with excitement. He looks to Akaashi, "Three nights in Venice, right 'Kaashi?"

"Yes, we decided on Venice after you told us you'd always wanted to visit. Remember Koutarou's birthday last year?"

"But that was like months ago! Did you two honestly hold onto that drunk little confession this entire time?"

"Of course."

"Yup!!"

It's in moments like these when you are reminded of their history together, first as teammates playing volleyball, and eventually close friends. Not much longer after that, you'd met and fallen for Akaashi, then Bokuto, and thus began the relationship of today. While you find it a little ridiculous, it seems neither of them has any qualms about this trip.

After all, you are their lovely girlfriend. Why wouldn't they want to make your wishes come true?

Bokuto claps his hands, eyes sparkling. "Everything's already planned out, babe, so don't worry your pretty little head, okay?"

You can't argue with that. Reaching over, you take Bokuto's hand in your right and Akaashi's in your left. "Alright, since you two went to all this trouble for me, I guess I'll just sit back and enjoy it."

♥️

Venice is just as beautiful as you imagined.

It looks as if it's floating upon blue-green waters with lots of sunshine, beautiful architecture, and a vibrancy that makes it feel like the city has a life of its own. You are grateful you didn't come by yourself. There is no way you would've enjoyed it without Akaashi and Bokuto at your side.

"We're about a ten-minute walk from Piazza San Marco," Akaashi says as he taps his glasses. His sharp gaze is locked on the map in his hands, likely committing most landmarks and details to memory. "Would you like to check it out?"

"Yeah! Let's do it."

"Off we go, go, go!"

Thus, a majority of your first day in Venice is spent sightseeing.

The three of you take a gondola ride through Canale Grande, then have a peek into the Gallerie Dell'Accademia at Akaashi's insistence, though naturally, you wouldn't have come all the way to Italy and not visited at least one art museum. Afterward, the three of you go to the Le Mercerie shopping district and buy gifts for your friends before finally taking a pit stop for the most delicious gelato in the city.

The sunsets sooner than expected, casting the entire block in deep red hues. Bokuto's mood is greatly influenced by it, and the jetlag certainly doesn't help. He props himself against you, nuzzling you in a way that says he's itching for a kiss.

"Tired, Kou?"

Bokuto hums. "A little... More hungry than anything."

He leans in and pecks your lips with a sated smile. "Maybe I should eat you. I mean, how is it my girl's so damn cute? Not fair, I can't resist."

You snort at Bo's silliness but can't help shivering a little at the tiny implication of his words. He always did like to lay his head on your thighs, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites where he could.

So, the thought of him eating you out made you squeeze your thighs together.

Akaashi approaches with your frozen treats held between his long fingers; having overheard Bokuto earlier, he tucks his wallet back into his pocket.

"We'll get some dinner after we drop off these shopping bags. How does that sound?"

You eagerly take your gelato from him with a smile.

"Sounds like a plan."

Akaashi nods, standing at your other side, close enough to brush elbows though not as close as Bokuto, who was nearly hovering.

The three of you are in one of the narrow, maze-like streetways, basking in the warm, early evening glow. The sweet taste of fruit and cream on your tongue fills you with so much contentment, especially while being with your favorite people. You aren't sure if anything could top the way you currently felt, and the trip has just barely started.

Upon arriving at your temporary place of residence, a quaint little villa on the waterfront just along the shore of Punta Sabbioni Beach, Bokuto immediately kicks off his sandals, dumps the bags, and promptly falls asleep on the couch.

"It's so weird seeing Kou like this." You remark. "On any normal day, he's brimming with almost too much energy, but now he's all tired."

"Well, he did stay up an entire twelve hours on the plane. It was only a matter of time before fatigue caught up to him." Akaashi picks up Bokuto's shoes with practiced ease and places them by the others.

There is a fond smile running along the edges of his mouth as he tucks a throw around the man's larger frame. You help him adjust a spare pillow under Bo's head and then set off to explore the rest of the area.

It seemed like everything about Venice was taken straight out of a romance film, with its cobblestone paths, gothic cathedral architecture, crisp ocean waters, and authentic Italian cuisine. It is no wonder the city's known to draw hapless souls together in romance. Even you fell subject to it, and by each passing moment, you crave to be with your boyfriends.

You are standing at the balcony overlooking the beach, satisfied with your inspection of the villa when Akaashi comes to stand behind you. He holds onto the railings, caging you in his arms, and rests his chin on your shoulder.

"He was right, you know." He murmurs. "You do look good enough to eat."

Blunt as ever. Apparently, something's never change.

Though one might say that Akaashi is as he's always been after high school and college, there is no denying his boost in confidence. After all, he had landed not one but two rather attractive partners.

He kisses your cheek, then your jaw, before latching onto your neck.

The sun's scenic view on the horizon, reflecting upon the beach sands of gold and shimmering orange waves, makes for an excellent backdrop.

You turn to face Akaashi and pull him into a heated kiss. His lips convey a sense of devotion to you, and with each press of them against yours, you can feel just how bad he's yearning for more.

"Kei," you whisper. "Let's go inside."

In a moment, Akaashi whisks you off your feet quite similar to how Bokuto would, though you both don't even make it to the bedroom.

Your other partner had sat up on the sofa, hair flat on one side, scrubbing his eyelids.

"Guys, I'm freaking starving!" Bokuto groans. "Let's get some food or something."

He doesn't even notice how you and Akaashi are breathing heavy or how your clothes are sporting wrinkles that were not previously there. Regardless, Akaashi has food delivered while you went ahead to shower the day's journey away. There are still two days left. You'd get your chance with them at some point.

♥️

Sadly, the entirety of day two is spent indoors. Heavy sheets of rain continue to fall, muddying the shoreline. The three of you huddle on the sofa wrapped in blankets with subtitled movies playing in the background.

Even though you would've much rather been out exploring in the city, just sharing in your boyfriend's warmth would suffice for now. Akaashi hands you a steaming cup of something rich in both color and smell.

"What's this?"

"Just espresso." He takes the empty seat beside you.

You savor the taste while leaning against his shoulder. "Mm, nice."

Bokuto keeps his head on your lap, loving how you thread your fingers into his hair.

It is a tranquil kind of peace that soon lulls you to sleep.

Later, when you finally wake up, it's dark, and you're alone. A blanket had been tucked around your shoulders to shield you from the sudden chill. At some point, the television had been shut off along with every light in the room. You might've been a little scared if not for the voices coming from the second floor. Slowly, you creep up the winding staircase, dragging along the blanket around your shoulders.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Bokuto chuckles. "You're finally up!"

His hair is down, wet from his shower, and he holds a thin towel together around his waist. In his hand is a cellphone, and he doesn't hesitate to shove the screen into your face. "Say hi, Tetsu!"

"Hi Y/N, how's it going?"

You blink slowly, still trying to wake yourself up.

"Kuroo, hey… I'm well. How are you?"

"Great, just about to head out for a late lunch. I hear it's almost ten pm over there."

"Yeah, it's an eight-hour time difference."

You and Kuroo continue to chat while Bokuto towels off his hair and puts on clothes. Afterward, you let Bokuto resume his conversation and join Akaashi on the bed. The man had gone full editor-mode with his glasses propped up in his hair as he read through some work documents.

When you approach, he greets you with a kiss on the cheek. "You look well-rested."

"Is that your way of telling me I have drool on my cheek, Keiji?"

He cracks a tiny smile, eyes taking in your features, then he pokes your cheek with his index finger. "Perhaps."

You scrub the corners of your mouth with your sleeve and drape yourself over Akaashi, work be damned. This was supposed to be a special weekend for relaxing.

"I really wanted to go to the beach today." You pout.

Akaashi interlocks his fingers with yours. "Maybe we still can. It stopped raining a few hours ago."

"Really?!"

You hop off the bed and head for the window. He's right, the rain had long stopped, and the beach lay bare, lit by only the moonlight.

Maybe a short walk to the beach would do you some good.

♥️

The grains of sand feel cold against your feet without the sun to beat down on them, but you don't complain. The air is humid enough on its own that you forgo wearing actual clothes and instead wear a swimsuit along with Bokuto's old Fukurōdani windbreaker.

You walk along the shore, toes digging into the sand, letting the ocean waves lap at your feet to wash them clean again.

At first, it's so eerily quiet without a soul around except you, but even that doesn't last long. You hear Bokuto's voice bellow into the night as he jogs towards you in nothing but swim trunks. Behind him, Akaashi trails slowly after with a blanket in hand.

"We thought you might want some company." He says and spreads the cover on the sand several feet away from the water, content with just watching.

Bokuto grabs your hand and you go running to the water with him, but a second later, you both come sprinting back.

"It's freezing!"

"S-So co-co-cold!"

You collapse on top of him, fingers splayed across his bare chest. However, when you try to sit up, Bokuto has other plans. He keeps you pressed to his chest with both arms around your waist.

"Let me keep you warm, baby!"

You know he meant it in the most innocent way, but you can't help but think other thoughts. Your nerves fray at the image that blooms in your head and spreads like wildfire.

And as Akaashi strokes your back, you know he's probably read your mind.

It's the way your eyes seem to glitter with want that gives it away. Akaashi has always been rather observant, and so your silent cues are something he's always been privy to.

His nimble fingers curve around the nape of your neck, and he tilts his head to capture your lips in a kiss. This one is unlike the one from yesterday. There is no rush, no desire to quicken his haste; instead, he savors the taste of you like it's something to be thoroughly enjoyed.

Underneath you, Bokuto stirs, growing aroused at the sight of his two lovers' kiss. He can't decide whether he wants to join in or sit back and watch. But his large hand comes down to stroke your ass, resulting in a moan you breathe directly into Akaashi's mouth.

"You're not usually so forthcoming, Keiji," you whisper against his lips. "Eager, are we?"

Akaashi pulls away just enough to pepper your face in feathery kisses. "Can you blame me? When I have such a lovely girlfriend here."

As if confirming his words, he slips a hand under your jacket and cups your breast. The pads of his thumb brush along the seams of your bathing suit, caressing your nipple.

"Kou, let's show Y/N just how much we love her, yes?"

Bokuto didn't need to be told twice. He had been in entranced by you and Akaashi, completely taken by the way your lips danced upon one another. But now, he wanted more than anything to touch you, kiss you, hold you.

Bokuto cradles you in his lap, propping your legs open with his knees so Akaashi can kneel in front of you. It didn't take much for him to relieve you of your clothing, namely your swimming bottoms. But the second the air hits your bare cunt, you feel tense.

You aren't sure what it was, but the atmosphere is different. Both Akaashi and Bokuto are so focused on you, it feels like you're under a spotlight.

"You're so pretty, so beautiful," Bokuto says while squeezing your thighs. His warm breath tickles your ear as he presses his nose into your neck. Next, his lips follow suit. "Wanna fuck you, so bad baby. You'd like that, right?"

His words earn him a chuckle from Akaashi, who merely licks two of his fingers, wetting them and sliding into you. Your mouth parts, shaky breaths barely expelled from your lungs. You're hyper-aware of the fact that you're literally being fingered on a beach in the middle of the night, and you can't bring yourself to care. It feels good to be pampered by the two men you love.

For every moan, Akaashi gives you double for your efforts, thrusting his fingers just right, curving them in such a way that has your back arching off Bokuto, who has also taken to fondling your nipples. With every roll of his hips, you feel his cock against your ass, and it pushes you further into Akaashi's fingers.

Your impending orgasm sweeps by so close and yet so far away. All you can do is rock yourself faster.

"Please," you whimper. "W-Wanna come."

Akaashi crooks his fingers, pressing into the perfect spot that sends you hurtling over the edge. Your cunt spasms around his fingers, clenching in intervals you have no control over until his hand is coated with your wet, slick juices that keep coming the more you squirt all over him.

"She's so wet 'Kaashi. Look at our pretty girl."

Akaashi places a chaste kiss on your forehead with a smile.

"She's doing well, so far. Let's see if she can keep going."

Bokuto shimmies his shorts off enough to free his hard cock. He had been uncharacteristically patient until now, but that was soon to change as he lines himself up with your cunt, teasing you with just the tip.

Your whining is unintelligible, but both men understand you more or less.

"Give the pretty girl what she wants," Akaashi says. He strokes his own hard-on at the sight of Bokuto's pushing past your wet folds. "I know she can take more than that."

Bokuto has always been girthy, and it takes you more than a few seconds to adjust to his size, but when you finally do, it feels like heaven.

The position you're in gives Bokuto all the power to thrust into you like a ragdoll. But it's only when you make eye contact with Akaashi that you realize that it's, in fact, the other way around for him in particular. From where he sits, stroking his cock with flushed cheeks and choked moans, you see just how much control you have over him.

"Kiss me." You moan.

Akaashi doesn't let you repeat yourself. He kisses you long and hard even as you grip his throat with one hand and his hair with the other. He kisses you until his lips are red and bruised.

"Good boy. Both of y-you."

Bokuto groans loudly. "Say it again. Keep saying it!"

"Y-You're both so good. I-" your hips stutter against Akaashi's fingers that are rubbing circles into your clit. "Good, so good-"

That's all it takes to take Bokuto over the edge, blowing his load. "Perfect, so fucking perfect."

You can feel another orgasm swelling up inside your belly. You try to tell them but can't, too overcome by the feeling of your body tingling with desire. It's too much, overwhelmingly so; your vision blurs with unshed tears as Bokuto continues to pound into sopping pussy. Pleasure floods every fiber of your being until you're limp and every nerve in your body is set alight.

Bokuto slips out of you easily, a string of his semen following.

You can only look on in a drowsy haze as Bokuto leans over and kisses you and then Akaashi, working him over with a tight fist.

♥️

The following morning, you’re the first to wake, but only because there’s a limb jammed into your back and a heavy weight on your chest. It takes you a moment to realize, but it’s Bokuto’s elbow poking you and Akaashi’s head resting on you.

All three of you are a tangle of limbs in bed, but you aren’t sure how you’d gotten there.

“G’mornin’” Bokuto breathes. His lips caress the column of your neck.

“Morning.”

You shift into a more comfortable position. Though doing so presses Akaashi’s morning wood against your thigh.

“Keiji, you awake yet?”

“Mmm barely.” Akaashi looks up at you through his lashes, then smiles and nuzzles closer into your chest.

Bokuto, content with being your big spoon, reaches over to touch Akaashi, hands cupping his cheek. “It’s Valentine’s Day!”

“That’s true, should we do something special.”

Thinking about the previous night, you feel desire stirring in your gut. “Could we just... do it again?”

Both men look to each other then back at you, sporting matching smiles.

“Why not?”

#bokuaka x reader #bokuto x reader #koutarou bokuto x reader #akaashi x reader #keiji akaashi x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu smut

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oopsierosie · 3 years

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Dazai Osamu Marriage Headcannons (BSD)

Ello! I decided to write up some marriage HCs for our favorite suicide advocate as a first post. Hopefully you beautiful darlings enjoy it!!

(Warning: None)

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- I imagine Dazai to be a sweet, loving husband but also someone who tends to stray away from his responsibilities - being the lazy bummy he is.

- Either way, he’s someone who will randomly surprise you with bouquets of flowers or small (sometimes handmade) gifts in order to spoil you

- Not only does he spoil you with physical gift, he would often praise you and call you sweet petnames in order to showcase his everlasting affection. “You look absolutely gorgeous today Belladonna. Well, of course you look breathtaking everyday my darling, but today you’re absolutely jaw dropping”

- Will show you off to the world with no hesitation.

- PDA anywhere and everywhere. He’s proud to have you as his wife and he’ll never be afraid or ashamed to show his affection publicly

- Speaking of PDA, he enjoys giving kisses of any kind at any random moment where you both are together. He’ll press kisses onto your head, when holding hands, he’ll occasionally bring your hand up so he could kiss your knuckles. If you’re concentrating on work he will randomly sneak up on you and give you cheek kisses.

- He LIVES for all your kisses. He gives the best sleepy kisses because he will repeatedly mention how much he loves you as he holds you close to his chest. “Hear that baby? That heart beats only for you my muse.” “God, I love you so much my darling angel.”

- Loves raking his fingers through your hair and sometimes messing it up. He finds you absolutely ravishing when your hair is messy because of him.

- Enjoys holding you close to him

- Very protective and concern for your safety. Knowing him, he doesn’t have the cleanest record in all of Yokohoma and he certainly doesn’t intend to put a target on your back just cause you’re married. If anything were to happen to you, he would never be able to live with himself ever again.

Overall, he’s an excellent husband. Always tends to your every need and makes sure you’re always safe no matter what. Even if you push him away because of all the attention and clinginess he gives you - he wants you to know that you’re everything he ever asked for. The only person who manages to make him feel safe and human again.

#dazai x y/n #bsd dazai #headcanon #dazai x reader #bsd #dazai #dazai osamu #headcanons #reader inserts

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ahgaseda · 4 years

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to kill an empire || chapter 26

⇥ synopsis : when you agreed to marry Jaebeom, the heir to a lucrative but not quite legal organization, you never expected the boy who was once your greatest rival would inevitably become your most powerful ally…

⇥ warnings : this story in its entirety includes but is not limited to strong language, recurring gang violence, mentions of drug or alcohol abuse, and explicit sexual content, and is intended for an adult audience only!

The scream that came from your mouth was unlike anything you had ever heard. You never thought yourself capable of making such a piercing sound of agony and fear.

Your captor had extended his arm beside you and fired a single shot into Jaebeom’s unprotected chest. In the split second of no longer hiding behind you like a shield, the sniper dropped him faster than you could blink.

“No,” you wailed, sprinting toward Jaebeom as he fell to his back. Collapsing to your knees, your body was driven by instinct and you overlapped your hands where the blood was pooling through his shirt.

Your husband released a low, distressed sound; as if breathing had suddenly become too hard for him.

“Bummie, please. You’re gonna be okay. I’m here. Please, don’t die.”

The few precious seconds spent with Jaebeom were gone as you were swarmed by people. Paramedics were swiftly at your side and you felt someone gripping your arms with the intent of pulling you away.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you yelled and were quickly released.

Jinyoung tenderly called your name. He had mistakenly tried to part you from Jaebeom to let the medics do their job.

“We got it,” said one of them, trying to replace your hands with his own over the wound in your husband’s chest.

“No, I can’t,” you cried, shaking with adrenaline. You couldn’t risk any blood escaping his beating heart.

Jaebeom’s eyes were fluttering and his face had paled. Tears rushed down your cheeks and you pleaded, “Stay awake, baby.”

Mark brushed past Jinyoung, noting how everyone seemed too terrified of you to do what needed to be done. The bodyguard crouched down and wrapped both arms around your waist, hauling you backwards before you could process what was happening.

“Let go of me,” you screeched at the top of your lungs, flailing in his grasp. “Bummie, you can’t go. I can’t do this without you!”

Jinyoung grabbed your wrists to keep you from hurting Mark or yourself, grimacing at your blood soaked hands. The gravity of what was happening collided into you all at once and you folded into Mark’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably as he lowered you gently to the ground in his lap.

“He’s gonna be okay,” Jinyoung coaxed with a trembling voice, cradling your head to his chest. “He won’t go out like this.”

Jaebeom was loaded into an ambulance and taken away. Something in you shut down then. No more tears escaped and you slumped tiredly against Mark.

White hot rage filled your chest.

Jinyoung poured a bottle of water on your hands, cleaning the crimson from your fingers. You gazed blankly into the distance, but your mind was racing.

Finally getting to your feet, you allowed Mark to usher you into the black SUV.

“To the hospital now,” said Jinyoung.

“No,” you interjected.

Jinyoung and Mark turned to you in disbelief.

You leaned back and crossed your legs. Your face was stoic when you explained, “To Lim Corp. I don’t have much time.”

“But,” Jinyoung hesitated.

Another thought struck you. “Get Yuto on the phone.”

Jinyoung stammered, “But we have to…”

Heat flushed through you and you snapped, “Jinyoung, can you do your job or do I need to get someone else?”

Jinyoung leveled his eyes at you and frowned pensively. He recognized the work to be done and decided in that moment he would move mountains to help you get revenge. “I can do it.”

“Good,” you replied, giving him a single nod of your head. “Get him on the goddamn phone. I don’t care how.”

Jinyoung rifled through his pocket. The moment his phone was in hand, he whispered, “It’s him. He’s calling.”

You took the phone and answered, “Yuto.”

“It wasn’t me,” he told you gravely.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t throw you from the tallest building.”

Yuto called your name. He sounded sympathetic.

“Don’t you dare,” you hissed, hands shaking. “Don’t you ever speak to me like there’s any shred or compassion left in either of us.”

Yuto began, “I truly…”

“I told you Jaebeom wasn’t the monster you want him to be. I told you he would find common ground with you, but instead you put a bullet in him!”

“I didn’t,” Yuto exclaimed, frantic. “It wasn’t me, I swear!”

You grit your teeth. “I will never believe you.”

“I swear on my mother.”

You paused, knowing the weight of those words. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you took a steadying breath.

“My mother is the only person who ever loved me. I swear on my mother’s grave, I didn’t have Jaebeom shot.”

You could hear the sincerity and you could hear the slight moisture of tears seeping into his voice. Still enraged, you asked roughly, “Then, who did?”

Yuto answered without missing a beat, “Our father.”

The world spun around you for a moment. Your heart was suddenly in your stomach. That was too heavy an accusation for you to process. “Why the hell would Mr. Lim have his own son shot?”

Yuto replied, “Because Jaebeom wants to end it all. When he takes over, he wants to end everything illegal that Lim Corp has its hands in. The only problem is Lim Corp is built on crime. Nothing will be left but its shell. So Jaebeom wants to finish it altogether.”

You bit your lip.

“Our father will never allow his family’s legacy and influence to go away like that,” Yuto continued bitterly. “Why else would this happen right after Jaebeom forcibly took over the company?”

You shivered, suddenly cold, and asked, “This was a warning or a punishment?”

“Both.”

You sighed loudly.

Yuto called your name once more and said, “Do what you want with me. I admit - I wanted to kill him. I was so angry and I hated him for rejecting me. But now I see he’s the only family I have left. I couldn’t do it. I’m weak. I’m not like my father.”

“Neither is Jaebeom,” you whispered, glancing up to see Jinyoung on another phone.

Yuto paused, but finally asked tentatively, “What now?”

You squared your shoulders and growled, “I’m going to destroy him and you’re going to help me.”

“Done,” said Yuto.

You hung up and murmured, “Jinyoung?”

Jinyoung moved the phone away from his mouth and said, “They rushed him straight into surgery.”

Tears threatened between your lashes, but you held them at bay. Shaking away your emotion, you locked eyes with the bodyguard in the rearview mirror. Mark was steady, but he looked vaguely relieved.

“Mark, I need you to arrange a meeting as soon as possible.”

He cocked a brow. “With whom?”

Barely fifteen minutes later, Mark opened the back door and you slid out briskly. Never had you conducted a back alley deal before, but there was a first time for everything.

And you were a woman on a mission.

Mark stood poised at your side. With Jaebeom gone, you were now the focus of his protection. He had failed Jaebeom, but Mark swore he would not fail you. No matter the cost.

A figure ambled from the other side of the alley and the sight of him made you set your jaw.

Pulling a red lollipop from his mouth with a smack, Jackson asked lightly, “To what do I owe the pleasure, Mrs. Lim?”

You approached him a little closer, hell in your eyes, and asked, “Which is your master - money or power?”

“Money,” Jackson answered without having to think.

“You’re mine now.”

He smirked with amusement. “Is that so?”

You folded your arms. “Whatever Yuto has been paying you, I will double it. Whenever someone approaches you to betray me, whatever they offer - I will double it.”

Jackson fought a grin.

You spoke quietly, as if the walls had ears, “You will give me everything I need. I want undeniable proof that Mr. Lim ordered the hit on his son, my husband.”

Jackson put the lollipop back in his mouth, smiling mischievously as he turned and began walking away.

You shouted after him, “Don’t call me until you have it.”

Jackson waved a hand. “Yes, mam.”

You turned back to the car, putting your hands in your lap as Mark shut the door behind you. “Jinyoung?”

“Still in surgery,” he replied, phone to his ear.

You exhaled loudly.

When the towering skyscraper of Lim Corporation loomed outside your window painted in the hues left by the setting sun, you frowned in loathing. Swallowing back the bile in your throat, you stepped out and strode up the small incline.

There was nothing to do but wait. Wait for Jaebeom to pull through. Wait for Jaebeom to die. It was such a devastating game of tug of war that you had all but stopped thinking about it. In your mind, Jaebeom was away on business and you had to hold down the fort in his absence.

And so you had drowned yourself in phone calls. You needed to know who were allies and who were enemies.

Jinyoung and Mark followed you into the office, your constant pair of shadows. They hinged on your every word. You were in charge now. They were soldiers awaiting their orders.

Glaring at the chair before the windows, you imagined Jaebeom sitting upon it. That’s where he was supposed to be - not fighting for his life in a hospital.

You clenched your hands into fists and staggered through another breath.

“Do you want to be alone?” Jinyoung asked gently.

“Five minutes,” you replied. “Clock me. Not a second longer. Then, we get it done.”

Jinyoung nodded, shutting the door behind him and leaving you to your thoughts.

Across the hall, Mr. Lim stalked around the long table like a shark circling prey. The room was weighted with uncertainty and fear as each of the men watched him through shifting gazes.

Finally, Mr. Lim came to the chair at the end, reserved for the head of the company. Sinking into it slowly, he fought a smile and began, “It is with a heavy heart that I resume operational control of Lim Corp. And I vow to make…”

The double doors burst open and all eyes were on you as you marched in, not stopping until you were leering over your father-in-law. “I would apologize for interrupting,” you announced with force. “But this is my meeting.”

Mr. Lim glanced up at you, absolutely scathing. “Excuse me?”

“And you’re in my seat,” you hissed.

Mr. Lim laughed loudly. The board members looked at you in mixed confusion and shock.

You were quick to assert, “I am the acting head of Lim Corp.”

Mr. Lim rose slowly, both hands braced on the table. “On what grounds?” he asked darkly, jaw clenched.

“Spousal right,” you told him flatly, not the least intimidated by a man who would dare hurt his own child for the sake of greed and ego. “My husband is currently incapacitated, as I’m sure you’ve heard, and in his absence, all of his entitlements and ownerships fall to me - his wife. Lim Corp included.”

The blood drained from Mr. Lim’s face when he realized you were right. In every law and court ruling in the world, the spouse always won. “This is outrageous,” he snarled.

“She is within her rights,” added Mark from behind you.

You crept closer, scowling, and spat, “For what you have done to him, I will revisit on you a thousand times over. Jaebeom was kind. He was fair. You will never get an ounce of kindness or fairness from me.”

Despite Mark lurking over your shoulder, Mr. Lim cursed, “Listen here, you little bitch…”

Nothing in this man scared you. Especially now that you knew what he was. He was a sniveling coward and you’d be damned if you weren’t going to put him in his place. And so you leaned in and whispered for his ears only, “He was going to let you keep your pension. Your respect. Your honor and dignity. I’m stripping you of everything. I will ostracize anyone that tries to pay respects at your fucking funeral.”

“I will make you regret this.”

Mark had moved so close he was pressed up against your back. At any moment, he was going to sock your father-in-law in the face. He despised this man with every fiber of his being.

“Not hardly,” you countered calmly. “I have the proof, Mr. Lim. If you ever darken our doorway again, I’ll hand everything to the attorney general. Do you prefer to die in prison?”

Mr. Lim swallowed. He looked from you to Mark as if weighing his options.

The door opened, breaking the silence, and you didn’t bother to see who had walked in.

It was Yuto. Just as you expected.

Mr. Lim stomped past you and approached his son, snapping, “You and I will…”

“Don’t bother, father dearest,” you called after him. “Mr. Adachi works for me now.”

“If he dies,” Yuto trailed, glancing at you. “Hell hath no fury.”

Mr. Lim took one last look around the room, vowing revenge, and left without another word.

You released the breath you had been holding. Mark touched your shoulder then and you gave him the faintest smile of gratitude. Mark nodded, beaming with pride.

Jinyoung charged to your side, phone in hand. “It’s the hospital. They won’t talk to anyone but the spouse.”

You took the phone and stared down at the screen. You could hear the words manifesting in your mind, We regret to inform you…

Biting your lip, you held the phone to your ear and rasped, “Hello?”

“Mrs. Lim? This is Dr. Jung. We have been expecting you at the hospital to speak to you in person.”

Those words stung, but you maintained your composure and your response was icy, “I have been handling my husband’s pressing business affairs. I know that’s what he would want.”

“Of course. Of course. I did not mean to sound judgmental.”

You softened. “I believe you. Please tell me the nature of this call.”

“We have just left the operating room. The bullet was precariously close to his aorta, which is why the surgery has taken this long, but we were able to remove it and repair the surrounding damage.”

Your knees buckled and you landed in a heap on the chair, a sob bursting from your chest. You were vaguely aware of Mark’s hand suddenly on your arm. “He’s okay?” you cried.

Jinyoung and Mark both breathed in relief.

“He has a long road of healing ahead of him, but yes, we expect him to fully recover,” said Dr. Jung.

“Thank you, sir. Thank you,” you stammered. “I will be at the hospital very soon.”

“He may be unconscious for a bit, but I’m sure he will appreciate waking up to you by his side.”

You smiled, tears flowing freely down your cheeks. “He most certainly will.”

Saying your goodbyes, you ended the call and handed the phone back to Jinyoung. Then, you glanced around the room. Every man seated at the table fixated their attention to you.

The smile faded from your face and you cleared your throat. Jaebeom had pulled through. You felt almost silly for ever doubting him.

Hardening your gaze, you laced your fingers together before you and scanned the room once more. The men were studying you cautiously now and your only regret was that Jaebeom was not there to watch you finish what he had started.

“Members of the board, my sincerest apologies,” you began gracefully, lifting the corners of your lips. “You’re all fired.”

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Girl’s Night Out

This was a request from AO3 and I hope you enjoy!

Marinette narrowly avoided his hand as she dove into her apartment, a flash of blonde slamming the door shut behind her.

“Marinette! It’s just a date! Why do you keep avoiding me?”

The pounding on the door prattled on for a few moments more as Marinette laid face first on the ground, catching her breath. As the noise drifted into silence, she risked a peek to where Stephanie stood, her eye glued to the peek hole.

“Are we clear yet?”

“Almost, Mrs. Baker from across the hall is giving him her signature lecture.”

The two girls shared a giggle as Marinette pushed herself into a sitting position.

“But you know Mari, he did bring up an interesting point.”

“And what was that?”

Stephanie’s mischievous glare turned to her, her stunning blue eyes boring hole into Marinette’s.

“At least twice a week, some guy offers to walk you home in an attempt to ask you out and every week, you always turn them down. Why is that I suppose?”

Her hand gracefully extended to offer Marinette help. Marinette’s eyes darted to where the hand awaited, the rogue in her cheeks beginning to monopolize her face as she slowly reached up to accept it.

“I don’t know Steph. Maybe I’m not just that into them.”

In one swift motion, Stephanie had pulled her to her feet, Marinette’s forehead level with the girl’s chin as she tilted up to get a better view of her roommate. While she had grown some over the year, Marinette had barely hit 5’0” leaving the blonde girl a cool half foot taller than her.

“Hmm, I don’t think it’s just them.”

Stephanie’s slim fingers cupped her chin as she pulled her tilted head upward, Stephanie’s own head tilting down until their noses were mere centimeters apart. Her eyes were sparkling, captivating Marinette every thought until she couldn’t remember how she had gotten herself into this position. She was so close to the very lips that had starred in her dreams for the past six months. She wondered if they would taste like strawberries, just how she imagined.

“Maybe, you’re not into guys at all. Could that be it Ms. Dupain-Cheng?”

“I-i,” Marinette’s eyes flickered between her roommates lips and the piercing, inquisitive eyes that seemed to be taunting her.

“Oh well, you like who you like huh? What do you want for dinner? I’m thinking of ordering a pizza, whatcha think?”

In a flash, she was gone, leaving Marinette a stumbling hot mess as she coyly walked away, her ever present smirk returning to her face. The smaller girl couldn’t help the flustered red that had moved from her cheeks to down her neck. The lingering smell of something tropical followed wherever Stephanie stood, and now as Marinette shook away her previous thoughts, she could notice the small blush that lingered on the blonde’s face as well.

“Um yeah, Pizza-a sounds me to great, I mean great me to, ugh great to me.”

Stephanie’s giggle rang in her ears as she darted past the blonde and into her room, mumbling something that sounded close to ‘call me when it’s here’ before slamming her door shut. She couldn’t will her heart to still as she slumped against the door, her mind replaying just how close she was to her roommate.

Absentmindedly, her hand reached up, tracing her lips. Her imagination began drifting to the idea of closing that distance the next time she had a chance, but if she tried and she was wrong about how Stephanie felt, she would be no better than the guys that pursued her from class.

With a great sigh, Marinette stood, moving herself onto her bed before her legs gave out again. Her hand flailed around her comforter until it connected on the cold smooth screen of her phone. Rolling over, she clicked on the first contact that she had, the one she always called about her girl problems.

“Mariiiii, when are you coming to Gothammm? Dami is only ever nice to me when you’re heree.”

“Hi Dick, how’s it going Dick? I’m doing great Dick, thanks for asking.” Marinette chuckled as the boy sighed dramatically, the sound of him plopping echoing through the speaker.

“Fine, how are you Mari? I’m assuming you’re calling to gush about Steph again instead of fixing my Damian problems?”

“I never gush about her,” Marinette felt her cheeks flush again as Dick continued trying to shame her. “Dick, I just wanted to ask you how to ask her out?”

The line went silent, almost too silent for Dick. Marinette pulled the phone away from her cheek to ensure that she had not accidentally ended the call. Bringing it back to her ear, she called out hesitantly for her friend.

“Ohhhhh, no no no, I’m still here, I’m still here, you just caught me off guard. You’re finally going to do it? Awww, Mari! I’m so excited! Okay, okay, where to start?”

Marinette felt wary as she listened in on the incoherent mumbling of Dick as he spewed what sounded like multiple scenarios for her love life.

“I’ve got it!” The smaller girl couldn’t help but flinch as his voice rang through the phone. “You should invite her to a dinner and movie! That way you only have to talk for like an hour and the rest of the time gives you a break to step back and try to hold her hand. Yes, yes, it will be perfect!”

She wasn’t sure if perfect was the right word for it, but hearing the excitement in Dick’s voice gave her the push she needed. After some brief words of encouragement, Marinette tossed her phone to the side before pulling out her sketchpad, her eyes determined as she placed the tip of the pencil to the clean page.

For a stunning woman who could make anything look good, Marinette was determined to make Stephanie the perfect date night outfit, one that her effortless beauty coils shine through. She was so lost in thought, she didn’t even notice the pitter of soft footsteps as they retreated from her closed door. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

As Friday evening rolled in, Marinette finally felt the nerves crashing down that she had been bottling all week. Gripping her carefully wrapped design, Marinette tried to count backward from ten to calm herself before entering the living room.

“Marii, you home?”

Her voice was so sweet as it echoed through the hallway, so soothing calling her name.

“Ah, there you are! What’s that?”

Marinette jumped slightly as the blonde seemingly materialized before her. Stephanie leaned in, her hair smelled fruity as it tickled Marinette’s nose. Gingerly, she poked the package, her eyes sparkling as the material gave way.

“No way, did you make me something?”

Marinette nodded quickly as she shoved the gift into her roommate's hands, her face on fire as their hands brushed. Stephanie gently unfolded the paper, her eyes widening as she lifted up the dress, allowing it to fall to its full length. With a giant smile, she darted past the smaller girl and into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

Moments later, she reemerged, sending Marinette’s heart into a frenzy.

“So, what do you think?”

The fabric hung off her every curve, just as the designer had anticipated, but perhaps she anticipated it a little too well. Her body was too distracting and Marinette’s eyes were traveling no matter how much she begged them to stop.

“Mari?”

Her eyes snapped up to meet two mischievous blue ones, her blonde hair swinging freely around her pale face, just as distracting as the rest of her.

“You’re beautiful Steph.” Her voice sounded foreign. Did it always crack like that? She wasn’t sure.

“You’re right, I was thinking I would wear it on our Girl’s Night Out tonight!”

Stephanie’s smile was blinding as she feigned a twirl, admiring the fluttering material.

“Girls night out?”

She nodded vigorously as Marinette’s skipping heart dropped to her stomach.

“I overheard you and Dick saying that we needed to go out and\\\\ you’re so right, we haven’t been out just the two of us in a while. So what’d you say? Dinner and movie for a couple of besties?”

Marinette swallowed hard as she forced herself to nod. This wasn’t anything like she had planned. She was supposed to finally ask her on a date, show her the time of her life, find out if her lips really did taste like strawberries like they had in her dream.

“Great! Now you go get changed and we can leave!”

Stephanie ushered Marinette into her room before pulling the door shut behind her. The designer stared at the outfit she had picked out on the bed, a pair of flared pants with a white turtleneck and the necklace she had never returned to Stephanie. It felt pointless and she couldn’t stop the hot tear that forced its way down her cheek.

“Hurry up Mari!”

The knocking on her door snapped her out of it as she slipped out of her clothes and into the ones on her bed. This wasn’t the time for crying, this was the time for a change of strategy. Stephanie wanted a girl’s night out? Fine. But for Marinette, tonight would be the night that she answered the question she so desperately wanted to know.

Cracking open the bedroom door, she forced a smile as Stephanie gushed over their coordinated outfits. Gathering her purse and keys, she allowed her roommate to drag her out of their apartment, the wheels turning before the door had even shut. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Every single one of Marinette’s plans had failed.

She tried at dinner to ask Stephanie how she felt, but the girl became easily distracted by the band that traveled from table to table serenading couples. As they walked to the movies, she attempted to grab her swinging hand, but Stephanie was faster as she linked their arms, dragging her faster to the theater. Finally, during the movie, she tried to sneak her arm around Stephanie’s shoulders, but the girl mistook it for her grabbing popcorn and moved the snacks into Marinette’s lap.

At this point, it felt hopeless.

“Marinette, are you going to tell me what’s wrong? You’ve been down all night. Kind of hard to enjoy a girl’s night out when you’re all bummy.”

Marinette couldn’t help the cringe that came with those cursed words leaving Stephanie’s mouth. They mocked her every attempt to turn this into a date.

“Stephaine, I never meant for this to be a girl’s night out.”

“Oh?” The blonde cocked her head to the side as she stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, her mischievous blue eyes glistening as always. “Then did I misunderstand something? Was Alya supposed to come in and you were going to ask her to accompany you this evening?”

“No!” Marinette cleared her throat before trying again. “No, I wanted it to be you, but I-uh-well-you see- itwassupposedtobeadate.”

“What was that?”

Stephanie was just rubbing salt into her wounds as those blue eyes shined like two spotlights on Marinette’s face. Of course, she wasn’t interested, why would she be?

“Nevermind, forget I said anything, let’s just go home.”

As Marinette took a step forward, a hand shot out, gripping hers, forcing her to turn around. Her forehead collided with Stephanie's chest earning a small yelp of protest from the girl as she tried to pull away from the hug.

“Stupid Marinette, I knew you were going to ask me out, I just was curious to see if you’d correct me.”

Marinette stopped struggling as she propped her head up to get a better view of her roommate.

“You...knew?”

Stephanie nodded before a giggle slipped through breaking into full-blown laughter. Marinette felt the blood rush to her cheeks from both the embarrassment and anger she felt.

“Don’t play with my emotions like that Stephaine! I really like you okay?”

The giggles ceased as Stephanie raised an eyebrow at the smaller girl. With one sudden movement, her lips came crashing down onto Mari’s. It was quick and messy and when she pulled back, Marinette was positive that she was going to explode.

“I’m not playing with anyone’s emotions. I like you too Marinette.”

Marinette stared in awe at the blonde as her forehead rested on hers, both girls donning ear-splitting smiles as the world seemed to stop.

“Uhm, Stephanie, would you like to be my girlfriend?”

“Is that your extremely adorable way of asking me out?”

Marinette nodded slowly, careful not to break contact with the blonde, terrified the moment would end.

“Then yes, I absolutely would love to.”

Stephanie’s lips inched closer, patiently waiting to connect with Marinette’s once more. As they were mere centimeters away, Marinette pulled back her head, breaking the serenity they had formed.

“One rule though.”

“Oh?” Stephanie raised her eyebrows in challenge at the smaller girl.

“You are never ever allowed to utter the words girls night out ever again.”

Stephanie’s smile was blinding as she pecked her girlfriend's cheek.

“Never again, I promise.”

In one smooth movement, Marinette tangled her fingers in the blonde’s hair, pulling her face down until their lips met.

Only one thought crossed her mind as she rode on the high of kissing the girl before her.

Her lips really do taste like strawberries.

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kvnyin · 3 years

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Sunken Too Deep

Hyunjin

Combo; Hyunjin x M! Reader

Wording: 1,027 words

Genre: Angst

Tag/Warnings: cheating, mild nsfw implied

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What does the pain feel like?

It feels like time is ticking slowly,

seamlessly your heart stops for what seems like minutes when it hasn’t stopped at all,

your lungs burn as well as your eyes,

you have a lump in your throat unable to form words.

That is what pain feels like.

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5;30 pm

Are you coming home tonight hyunnie?

7;50 pm

we’re really busy right now hyung, from the looks of it i’ll be staying at the dorm tonight :<

7;51 pm

Don’t overwork yourself, and eat a hearty meal! I’ll be waiting for you at home with open arms when you get back tomorrow <3

read

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He must be busy tonight. That’s alright, you really couldn’t blame him. He is an idol, after all. An idol who got with a college student with no extraordinary talent; he was much busier than you, with promotions, fan meets, and most importantly his group’s comeback. Even so, you haven’t been seeing him as much anymore, it’s bummy but there’s really not much you could do but be a supportive boyfriend.

Hyunjin arrived home late the next day, around 2 in the morning. He reeked of alcohol and sweat, which was unusual of him, taking in the fact he’s all about everything hygienic. But that didn’t matter, he was home and that was all you could ask for.

“My prince has finally come from his quest, how was it?”

You back hug him only for him to wiggle out of your grasp. It wasn’t aggressive; definitely not gentle either.

“Sorry not right now hyung. I’m a bit tired so I’m gonna go run a bath and then we can talk, is that okay?”

“Uh yeah, sorry go right ahead, I put fresh towels in the cubby so you should be good.”

He said nothing and walked to the bathroom, his silhouette slowly blending in with the dark hallway.

Saying you were shocked would be an understatement. Hyunjin has never been like this before, even on his worst days he would never come near a drop of alcohol, let alone touch it. But here he was covered in the smell of it. He usually comes home and clings to you, whining like a cute puppy, talking about his day or begging for you to cook. You couldn’t forget the look he gave you when he walked in.

It looked.. so grim and dreadful like he wasn’t happy to be home.

You also couldn’t wipe off the hurt look that was plastered on your face.

After he was done with his bath, you were in the kitchen making jjajangmyeon, his favorite dish. Waiting patiently for him to finish, you go on your phone, scrolling through whatever to occupy yourself in the meantime.

Then you came across it.

More so, you came across a recently posted picture of Hyunjin, wearing the same shirt he came back home in, posing with a bunch of guys you’ve never seen before.

“This was posted last night..”

“What was posted last night?”

Hyunjin asked, walking out in your long sleeve companied by white sweatpants.

You looked up at him in confusion. Why was he wearing those clothes when it’s dead hot in summer?

“This picture of you, this was taken 18 hours ago.”

Hyunjin walks over to you, taking your phone in his hands, his eyes immediately widening.

“Where did you get this picture hyung?”

“From your Twitter, where else? Do you not remember posting this?”

Hyunjin goes quiet, looking at the picture without muttering a word.

“Hyunjin. Where were you last night? This doesn’t look to be your dorm.”

The poor boy looks up at you, with the guiltiest look you’ve ever seen.

“Hyung listen I can explain-”

You start feeling irritated.

“What is there to explain? You lied to me saying you were at your dorm for the night. This is a club, not your dorm Hyunjin. I don’t mind you going to these places but this is not like you at all, not even explaining why you’re wearing long sleeves and thick sweatpants in this heat.”

Hyunjin shifted his body to face away from you, your large shirt drooped down a bit from his shoulder, and what you saw knocked the wind out of you.

“What is that on your shoulder..?”

Hyunjin whips around quickly, pulling up the loose shirt in efforts to cover his already exposed shoulder. You quickly grab his wrist, pulling the shirt all the way up, exposing small purple marks on his chest. You look up at a teary-eyed Hyunjin. You let go of his wrist; the look of hurt on your face was bad enough to make him wince, taking a few steps back you shook your head.

“C’mon Hyunjin, if this is one of your pranks, it’s not funny.”

Hyunjin leaps onto you, wrapping his arms around you. The lump in your throat is getting larger by the second, and with Hyunjin so close, you feel like you can’t breathe.

“Hyung, I didn’t mean it, you have to believe me. I’m sorry, I’ll be better, I’ll be the best boyfriend! So, please… whatever you’re thinking, please reconsider it.”

This felt like a dream, like you were in a daze. Your head hurts, your lungs sting, your eyes burn and your mouth feels dry. With whatever energy you had left, you pushed him off, grabbing your keys and leaving the once shared apartment. Walking out, Hyunjin’s sobs subside, allowing you to hear his broken voice say:

“Hyung please don’t leave..”

The once lively home now becomes silent. Hyunjin drags himself to the bedroom you guys had once had silly conversations, deep talks, and intimate moments in. The same bedroom, now faded into an empty, dull room.

Turning on the lights, he spots a box. On top was a little note; picking up the note his sobs became louder.

“Happy Anniversary my prince! Four years and going strong, nothing compares to being with you, I will forever be in love with you, I know you don’t like sappy things but I can’t express how much I love you!

I’ve Truly,

Sunken Too Deep.”

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Unbeknownst to Kibum, he hadn't really misunderstood Xuan's actions and words thus far. The Chinese man had really caught a liking to him and the long list of longing looks, soft touches and tender words were all part of Xuan's courtship ritual meant to show him that he means something special to him. "I might be a tease, but we both know you like it...~" Xuan retorts back, with the same playful smirk and note in his tone. It was a game of ping pong that they were both fully invested in, and even if the progress was slower than usual, Xuan was invested into this, looking forward to what was going to be a fruitful victory that they both would enjoy to the fullest. "Would you have liked if I kissed your neck? What a naughty boy you are, Bummie! Makes me wonder what else goes through that pretty mind of yours that you are secretly desired I did?~" Xuan presses harder onto a really stiff area of between the neck and back that was sure to yield a far from innocent sound from Kibum.

"I am glad I can be of service and provide you with the utmost of pleasure!~" The Chinese then chuckles and moves his hands to the next area, working on Kibum's back muscles now. His touch was both firm, yet gentle, enough to help with the younger's muscles that probably ached after the day he'd just been through. "But where would've been the fun if I didn't tease you with the cold oil? Your voice sounds so nice when you whine like that! It's almost irresistible!" Xuan smiles at Kibum when the younger looks over his shoulder, the pouty face and frown amusing him a great deal. Stopping for just a moment to answer the next question, Xuan then leans over Kibum, his body pressing slightly onto the younger's as he did so, and he whispers once again into his ear. "You want to know what saved you? Well, let's just say that I have a weak spot for beautiful bratty men like you...~" This time around, Xuan actually goes on to kiss Kibum's neck a few times, before finally pulling back to resume the massage. "You are so ticklish, my word! Makes me wonder what other sensitive spots you got and what other sorts of reactions I would get out of you if I stimulated them?~" Head tilted slightly to the side, Xuan bit his lower lip playfully, especially since Kibum's final statement was really encouraging him to keep on this path he'd chosen. "Does that mean you'd want to spend every night from now on in my bed? I'm not complaining, since I bet sleeping with you in my arms would be the best kind of sleep ever!~"

Xuan's statement and realization of Kibum enjoying being teased made him scoff. The other made it sound like a ground breaking discovery when in reality it was the biggest truth. Kibum was a big fan of taunting and teasing, it was making him chase that high and it was feeding all the good chemicals in his brain. "As a matter of fact, I really do love it and you're doing an amazing job". And of course Xuan didn't stop there as he continued to speak to him, asking him all these rhetorical questions that were only fueling his imagination. "It's not that I wanted you to kiss my neck. More of a curiosity to see if you were any good at it" that was Kibum's way of getting back at Xuan, provoking him with his words. But before that could have any effect on Xuan, it seemed like those magical hands applied pressure in the right spot. That alone earned Xuan something that was not at all meant to sound sexual in any way, but a pleased moaned escaped his lips, purely by mistake and because it felt so damn amazing. "Woah, do you have a license or something?" by that question he tried to diffuse Xuan's attention from what just happened.

Having Xuan's body pressed against his back like that surprised him in a really pleasant way. He almost wished for the other to let more of his weight on him. But what caught him completely off guard where the whispers and the hot breath tickling his skin. "Ah, today I woke up and before going to my job I thought to myself 'today seems like a good day to be a beautiful bratty man' and it seemed like it worked wonders" he was still not good at accepting compliments but he was amazing at talking back. The kisses on his neck made him sigh, made him slightly arch his back, just a little. The touch of Xuan's lips sending shivers down his spine, the spots on which he presses his lips to feeling hotter. "Would that ever be an option, cause...yes...for as long as you want me to~" he mumbled into the pillow, actually loving the idea.

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Love Is Blind: Chapter Twenty-One

“So.. what do you think?” Robyn asked as she slowly turned in a circle. Leandra stood up and walked around her a bit before standing back with her hands on her hips, “I love it. We’ll get your hair done and you should be ready for tonight.”

“I don’t even know why I let you talk me into this. This isn’t our first date, you know.”

“No but it is your first date since you’ve been given a somewhat clean bill of health. You should get all dressed up. It’s been weeks, Robs.”

“I don’t even know where we’re going.”

“Does that really matter? You are going out with your husband, don’t worry so much.”

“Boyfriend. We are not married.”

“You could be if you’d stop playing.”

“You will not start with me too. I get enough of it from my mother and Melissa.”

“They aren’t totally wrong. I don’t see what the hold up is.”

“There isn’t a hold up. He hasn’t even proposed to me.”

“Would you say yes if he did?”

“I honestly don’t know.”

“How don’t you know?”

“Just what I say. I don’t know. I love him but that doesn’t necessarily mean I’m ready to go down the marriage road with him again either.”

“I mean neither of you really gave your marriage a fighting chance beyond that first year. This could really be a clean slate for the both of you.”

“We’ll never have a clean slate and I’m not saying that in a bad way but it’s just realistic. There’s no need to delude ourselves into believing our past will be forgotten. We’ve moved past it and gotten this far in spite of it but it still happened.”

“Then if you moved past it, why the concern?”

“Because I’m not ready to go there. It’s a really simple concept.”

Leandra scoffed, “whatever you say.”

Robyn went back into the dressing room to change back into her clothes.

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“Daddy, why can’t we go with you and Mommy?” Anesa asked as Chris started packing her overnight bag.

“Well Sweetheart, this is a grown up date. We took you and Christian with us the other night for a family date,” Chris replied.

“Yea but I wanna go on this one too.”

Chris chuckled, “Baby Girl, sometimes Mommy and Daddy need alone time. It’s just one night, you’ll be back home tomorrow.”

“I guess.”

“You don’t have to look so sad, Love Bug. What’s going on with you? You’ve been wanting to be under us more than usual. Did something happen?”

“No.”

“I don’t think you’re being truthful with me, Anesa. Come here.”

Chris sat down on her bed and Anesa climbed into his lap, “talk to me.”

“I just want to make sure you and Mommy stay friends.”

“When were we not friends, Nesa?”

“A little while ago when y’all weren’t talking.”

“Sweetheart, we were still friends then too. Listen, in relationships, sometimes things happen and it takes some time to adjust. Mommy and I were in an adjustment period especially since we had just had your little brother and Mommy was still very sick and recovering. You gotta give time for things to become normal, that’s all.”

“I thought you didn’t love each other anymore.”

“Awww….I will always love your Mommy. You never have to worry about that.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. There’s nothing going on with me and your Mommy that should ever be cause for concern, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Good. So go get your Teddy bear and put it in your bag so you don’t forget like you did last time.”

“Yes Daddy.”

“I don’t know, Le. This seems like a bit much,” Robyn remarked as she twisted in front of her mirror and the screen of her laptop.

“I know he said something casual but that doesn’t mean it has to be basic.”

“But look at my legs.”

“Your legs look incredible as does your ass. Bitches pay for a body like that. Thick is it, Baby Girl.”

“Whatever.”

“You are being way too hard on yourself and for no reason. You look good and I am not just saying that because we’re friends. You’ve lived in sweatpants and leggings for the last few months, enjoy being womanly and enjoy those curves, you earned them. Postpartum done turned my fashionista into a damn bummy tomboy. No go.”

“I did not look bummy.”

“Bitch, you definitely do. Perfect size 14 hidden under them baggy ass clothes and Chris’s hoodies. You looked homeless as hell.”

“Ugh….the disrespect.”

“It’s the truth. Go out with your man in that little ass skirt, do whatever then drop your pussy on his face for good measure. You deserve it.”

“Why are you so vulgar?”

“Why are you so scary?”

“I am not scared.”

“You definitely are. We have never had to talk you into a dress or getting your hair and nails done. That was always your thing so get back to it. Part of getting back to normal is getting back to loving yourself. I know you may look different but different isn’t necessarily bad, you know. You’re still standing, celebrate that.”

“Pregnancy always did make you all cerebral.”

“Girl shut up. All this baby is making me do is pee all the damn time.”

Robyn laughed, “I love you, Le.”

“Good but I need you to love you too, ok?”

“I’m working on it.”

“Good. Now go sit on your man’s face or something.”

“Bye Nasty.”

“You love me, Sis.”

Robyn ended the video call then took one more look at herself in the mirror. She really didn’t look bad at all. SHe grabbed her purse and left out into the living room. Chris was leaning against the back of the couch with his arms folded. The colors in her skirt gave their ensembles the only lift of color as Chris was dressed in black from head to toe. He looked good.

“Hey Babe,” she said softly.”

“Hey. You look amazing.”

“Thank you. So do you.”

“Thanks. You ready?”

“Yup. We can head out.”

“Next time tell Leandra to stop talking so loud.”

Robyn’s eyes widened, “Oh my god, you heard that.”

“I heard enough.”

“How much?”

Chris smirked as he pressed up behind her and leaned close to her ear to whisper, “I do plan on you sitting on my face at some point tonight.”

“Chris.”

“Uh uh, we’re not talking about it. We have a date to get to,” he moved to open the front door, “after you, Ms. Fenty.”

“Where in the world do you get these ideas of things to do?” Robyn asked as she lifted a smock over her head. Chris carefully tied it in the back of her before they followed their host to a gathering of tables. They were set up in sets of two, each table facing the other.

“Well this idea is actually something you mentioned years ago and when I was thinking of where to take you for our date that wasn’t super serious, pottery sounded good.”

“I mentioned this before?”

“Yea, back in college if memory serves me correct.”

“Do you always remember everything?”

“The good things, I try.”

“Hmm…:”

Chris helped Robyn sit down at the pottery wheel in front of him before he sat down at the one on the other side, “is this ok?”

“This is great. I’m surprised I don’t remember that conversation.”

“You really don’t?”

“No. I suppose there’s some things I’ve blocked out over the years, good and bad.”

“Wasn’t expecting that.”

“Why?”

“The bad stuff I get but our dating never seemed that forgettable.”

“I didn’t say it was forgettable, I said I blocked some things out. Big difference. We knew each other too well back then, hard to move forward focusing so much on the past especially with our past being so entwined with each other. Good memories are sometimes harder to deal with than bad ones.”

“Why do you say that?”

“The desire for them to reoccur always comes with them.”

Chris nodded his head in agreement, “now that I understand but that doesn’t seem like a bad thing.”

“If things ended good, of course not but we originally didn’t.”

“Very true. You really wanted to forget me.”

“Forgetting you meant I could rebuild my life. It just didn’t turn out that way.”

“And now?”

“Now is now. I’m happy. I have a great relationship and beautiful babies, I couldn’t ask for anything better.”

“Are you scared to want anything more?”

“Scared? No. Cautious? Absolutely.”

“Hmm…”

“I spent a lot of years assuming, I’m walking into this eyes open.”

“But you still don’t trust what you see.”

“I trust what I see and what I feel. I don’t trust my processing of it, just yet.”

“I can understand that.”

“Are you putting out feelers for something?”

“Nope, just having a conversation. So what do you want to make?”

“I think a bowl should be easy. You?”

“I’m thinking a vase.”

“Sounds a little complicated.”

“I think I can handle it.”

“So….did I offend you earlier?” Robyn asked as she took a bite of her steak. She returned her fork to her plate as she took a sip of water. Chris glanced up at her then shook his head, “No. Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know, just asking.”

“There was nothing to be offended about. We both had our own ways of making it past our divorce, that’s nothing abnormal.”

“Oh ok.”

“Tonight has had a weird line of questioning, are you putting feelers out for something?”

“No.”

“You sure? I know your family thinks I’m gonna propose to you soon.”

“They’ve been thinking that ever since they found out we were each other’s internet friend.”

“Ah. That doesn't concern you?”

“Why would it concern me? It’s not I’m just gonna fall in line with it just because it’s what they expect.”

“And what do you think I expect?”

“I have no idea and no desire to speculate. Do you want to propose to me?”

“I’ve told you before I wanted to marry you again.”

“Ok but do you want to put that into action?”

“Are you worried that every time I take you out there’s a possible proposal around the corner?”

“No but should I be?”

Chris laughed, “Robyn, when I’m ready to propose, there will be no question or wondering about it. I’m not gonna tell you beforehand but you’ll know what my intent is.”

“Ok.”

“That’s it? Just ok?”

“What else am I supposed to say? You know my stance on marriage, my concerns about some secret proposal have been clarified, there’s nothing else to say.”

“Does the idea of marriage scare you?”

“No but the idea of marriage has scarred me. I’m not ready mentally or emotionally for it so I don’t think about it unless somebody brings it up which tends to be every time I talk to Melissa or my mother.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for? You’re not the one bringing it up.”

“I know but I feel indirectly responsible.”

“Listen, you love me. I love you. We have family who unfortunately don’t know how to mind their business but we love them anyway. It comes with the territory.”

“It doesn’t have to. I can ask them to stop.”

“Not necessary.”

“Are you sure?”

“Very sure.”

They both fell silent and continued to eat their dinner. After the waiter carried away their empty plates, Chris took a sip of water and sat back in his seat. Robyn’s brow furrowed as she mimicked his movement, “what’s on your mind?”

“What makes you think something is?”

“I know your body language and you’re thinking about something.”

“Are you ever gonna officially move in with me?”

“I thought I did already.”

“You still have your apartment downtown though.”

“Chris, I moved my stuff out of there and into storage six weeks ago.”

“What?”

Robyn laughed, “That’s why I went down there for a weekend. I sold whatever furniture I could and put the rest of my stuff in storage. I thought you knew.”

“No, we never talked about it. I just remember asking if you had heard back on the buying price for your apartment, you said no and that was it. Where is it in storage at?”

“In Middletown. There’s a place about 20 minutes from the house.”

“We can get it out of there. You know I have a storage building on the property.”

“I know.”

“All this time I thought you were deciding on whether to leave or not.”

“If I was going to leave, it would’ve been months ago. I’ve been at your house since the beginning of my second trimester, Christian is going on six months old. That’s almost a year, Babe.”

Chris chuckled, “I really didn’t know how to approach you about it without seeming like I was being pushy.”

“You could’ve asked me. I didn’t want to assume that I could store my stuff at your house so I got my own thing, that’s all.”

“Well then I guess my next question won’t seem so weird then.”

“What?”

“You wanna redecorate?”

“Why? Do you want me to?”

“I want you to feel at home and there’s not much of anything that’s yours there except for you, your clothes, and our babies.”

“Chris, have you ever heard me mention any of that?”

“No but I also didn’t know whether you wanted to stay or not either.”

“True. Honestly, we could just put some pictures up or whatever and that should be fine.”

“Are you sure? I want it to feel like it’s your house too.”

“It’s fine besides now that I’m back to work, we’ll only be there on the weekends right?”

“Yea but that doesn’t change my sentiments. We have to update the condo then too.”

“How about we take some family photos, blow them up and use it as art, make it feel more like our homes and not just yours?”

“Works for me.”

“I’ll have to check Melissa’s schedule and see when she can do it.”

“Ok.”

“Now I have a question for you.”

“What?”

“Did you really hear my entire conversation with Leandra?”

“Every bit of it.”

Robyn laughed, “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“Because she can be a bit much.”

“It’s fine. I didn’t disagree with anything that she said.”

“But what if I do?”

“OK then what do you disagree with?”

“Sex being the center of our evening.”

“We’ve been out since 6 and it’s going on 9, has it been the center of our evening?”

“No.”

“Have I brought up sex at any point tonight since we left the house?”

“No.”

“So,what’s your point?”

“I was just saying.”

“Robyn, I know you. I don’t have to seduce you as cocky as that seems. I don't have to do anything to charm you out of your panties because if you want to give them to me, you will.”

“I’m not that easy.”

“No but you are that stubborn. You will push back just to do it even if it goes against what you really want to do. I cannot claim you unless you want me to. I cannot seduce you unless you want me to. And I also can’t get you to sit on my face unless you want to. There is absolutely nothing easy about you and as frustrating as it is, it is also the sexiest thing about you.”

“You lie.”

Chris chuckled, “why would I have to? You have made me work to have you since the day I met you. No amount of time will change that about you.I’ve always loved that about you.”

“You just called me stubborn, Christopher.”

“And at no point did I say it was a bad thing, did I?”

“I guess not.”

“So, my only plan was to ask you, Robyn, would you like to have sex with me?”

“Here we are once again,” Robyn said a light chuckle as she sat on the edge of the bed and kicked her shoes off her feet.

“You really didn’t have to rent a room, Christopher.”

“Special occasions deserve a special atmosphere.”

“For someone who claims to not be trying to seduce me, you sure are trying to seduce me.”

Chris chuckled as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it over the armchair beside the dresser, “The flowers are because I love you. The candles are to make it smell good.”

“And the massage oil?”

“That’s to make sure you still feel good once we’re done.”

“So that’s not for before?”

“No, definitely for after.”

“Hmm...what exactly do you plan to do to me?”

“What do you want me to do to you?”

Chris began removing his pants as Robyn leaned back on her hands to watch, “are you going to get undressed?”

“You can do it once you’re finished with yourself.”

“No taking charge here?”

“I’ll take charge later.”

Chris smirked as he leaned against the door. Robyn sat up, “you’re staring at me, just like last time. What is it?”

“Nothing. Just looking.”

“You make me nervous when you do that.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

“If I did, I wouldn’t ask.”

“Do you really wanna get all serious at this moment?”

“This moment was already serious. Any time I spend with you is important and serious. So what did you mean by I make you nervous?”

“This is the first time I’ve gotten dressed up in almost a year.”

“I know.”

“So...”

“Robyn, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, you’re beautiful no matter what to me. I wish I could make you believe that.”

“I’m trying.”

“Good and today was a great first step. I’ve missed seeing those legs in heels.”

Robyn giggled, “what you trying to say?”

“That you’ve been dressing like you’re auditioning for Set It Off.”

Robyn’s mouth dropped open as she tossed a pillow at him, “Babe!”

“It’s true. You’ve been wearing boxers for months and since that is a one hell of a skirt, I can see that tonight you’re not. I’m impressed.”

“I don’t know whether to be flattered or insulted.”

“It is definitely a compliment. I know it wasn’t easy for you because you don’t quite feel comfortable yet so I do appreciate any effort you take to get back outside your box.”

“I didn’t even realize I was in a box.”

“You’ve been through a lot especially over the last six months, it’s gonna take some time to get you back in your high heels and short dresses but we’ll get there.”

“You sound so sure.”

“Because I am. If there is anyone that can pull themselves out of a rut, it’s you. You dealt with my moody, screwed up ass for three years, this is a piece of a cake.”

“Well that’s true.”

Chris pressed his hand to his chest in mock shock and Robyn laughed, “you said it, I was just agreeing.”

“I like that sound.”

“What sound?”

“You. Laughing. You sound happy.”

“I am happy. Tonight was great even though you still haven’t brought your half-naked self over here yet”

Chris chuckled, “I like committing this view to memory.”

He walked over to the bed and Robyn lifted her leg to press her foot into his chest, “what you doing?”

“You really have to ask? I kind of wish you kept your shoes on.”

“Why?”

“So I could take them off you myself.”

“Hmm...so how you feeling tonight?”

“I’m feeling like we both just go with the flow tonight,” Chris grabbed her foot and placed a kiss on her ankle, “what about you?”

“Whatever you want, I’m here for it.”

“Can I kiss my girlfriend?”

“Wherever and whenever you want.”

Chris grinned and leaned down to kiss her lips, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Baby.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Aaah! Christopher, stop it,” Robyn screeched laughingly.

Chris grabbed her around her waist and pressed against her, “stop making all that noise. You gonna wait up the whole floor.”

“Then you get from behind me. You play too much.”

“Who said I was playing?”

“Chris, we have to get home to our children.”

“Our children are with their aunt. They will be fine, besides we have this room for a few more hours and I want to enjoy them.”

“Baby.”

“Look, we’re not even dressed yet.”

“Actually my shirt and skirt are on.”

“Minor technicalities.”

“Christopher.”

Chris leaned in and nipped at the skin of her neck. He murmured, “why you acting like this?”

“Because we’re never gonna make it out of here if you start again.”

“We will. I promise.”

He carefully opened the top buttons of her shirt to kiss her shoulder and collarbone, “I can’t walk out of here like this.”

Robyn moaned softly and bit down on her lip as he kissed along the swell of her breast, “Why are you so damn irresistible?”

“I’m good at this.”

Chris hiked up her skirt, sat her on the edge of the dresser then carefully slid into the wet crevice.

“Oh God,” Robyn gritted out, “You are too good at this.”

He rocked inside her slowly, to keep from moving the furniture against the wall. Robyn’s nails dug into his shoulder blades as she pressed her head against his. Chris gripped her thighs and gently pushed them apart as he sank deeper into her. He nibbled at the swell of her breast before moving his lips to her neck. He could feel her legs trembling and her walls tightening but he didn’t want her to cum just yet, not without him. He pulled out, leaving only the tip in and Robyn let out a sigh against his skin, “I was close.”

“I know. That’s why I pulled out.”

“We don’t have time for you to play.”

“We have time for anything we want to do. You know I never rush.”

He pushed back into her and she groaned out loud. Flexing her walls against his shaft, she attempted to hold him in but he slid back out then pushed back inside. Hard.

“Christopher,” she murmured.

He kept kissing on her neck, nibbled at her earlobe and caressed her thighs as he gently pulled out then kept pushing back in. She could feel her orgasm just teetering on the edge. Her skin felt like it was burning up. She trailed her nails in the sweat glistening on his back. He finally picked up the pace but he pulled her away from the dresser and held her up in mid air. He continued to bounce her against his pelvis, her skirt bunched above her waist, her shirt hanging off her shoulders. Her hair sticking to her skin. She wrapped her arms around his neck to anchor herself. He dug his fingers into her thighs to hold her steady then whispered one word in her ear,

“Come.”

Chris stopped moving as he watched her orgasm wash over her face. It was never violent or exaggerated. She always came in a gentle manner. Her eyes closed. Her chest heaved for a few seconds then slowed. Her body went lax against him, her face pressed against his head. It was his favorite part of them coming together. He wished he could bottle that feeling somehow, so she could feel that way at will. As her body released against him, the peace in her movements, her face was all he ever wanted to remember.

#chrianna #loveisblindfanfiction

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hamsterrivals · 3 years

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ok, so.

I made a youtube video, of me narrating Ashita no Joe episode 4.

I was wondering for awhile if it would be ok to upload a video that’s just directly an anime episode of Ashita no Joe.

I thought partly, maybe it would be ok, since that anime came out like before 1970 or something so maybe it’s free domain,

but nah. It is blocked. I can’t find the video at all.

but, that isn’t going to stop me..

I will do the impossible, (even though I am depressed, about someone I know. irl)

and narrate Ashita no Joe episode 4.

I made a whole video of me narrating it with my voice. but it’s blocked aaaa. I refuse to let it go, though.

giga..drill...breakeriswhat I’d say but I am too depressed about someone I know irl.

Ok so anyways, this was gonna be a YouTube video, especially cuz-- [had to delete the explanation] anyways here:

[deleted stuff.....] ...

anyways here:

oh shizzat its 4am I’m fluffin’ tired. so I’m just gonna skim the episode and post screenshots argh my foot is pulsating as I type that as if my entire body is thinking “wow I know you re-watched Ashita no Joe episodes again yesterday but you should watch the whole episode again its godly” I’m sorry ewotjwte its just almost 4am and I had to wake up at 10am yesterday.

the opening plays. and then:

that one guy that is like my dad reads about my stuff

Jebus freakin’ RICE I’m tired. But I need to do something productive today cuz after I woke up at 10am for my social worker I was tired and drained all day from hearing the voices of the people upstairs and the noise in the wall.

my dad I mean Danpai keeps reading the newspaper (like how in -- gah nevermind [deleted cuz I’m paranoid about what [NEVERMIND deleted the explanation]] and

my freakin’ dad I mean Danpai gets mad at Joe just like

I DELETED [can’t say] like 8 years ago cuz of that time when I [=/ Can’t say the details]

GOSH DARN IT this is just like something irl and I can’t even say what it is because I’m too paranoid about people [deleted explanation here]

ok so basically Joe is super successful and doing good things in this world but no one believes him cuz his stupid azz danpai adopted dad figure is a dumb bummie, and then

and then I wanna explain 99 lines but we’re not even 2 minutes into the episode, so I guess I have to skip some parts; I mean it is 4am after all

and then

ok so there’s this snobby lady (at the time ? perhaps she changes at the very very very very end but I won’t give any spoilers about how the very final episode goes itjewiot btw I literally watched this anime starting from the very last episode cuz someone said this series has best ending in anime/manga of all time, and then I started back at early episodes after that, when I first watched this however years ago,)

and then

yes we printed this article cuz .. you’re trustworthy and popular but Joe is just an unpopular guy who helps out orphans and gives his money away to help out orphans

ya know how when I watched the first 11 episode with [won’t say but the guy that begins with Sau and ends with ce that I was friends with for 15 years and he kept making fun of it multiple times in the chat saying “More like a shit a joe.”] well these guys are like wow Joe is a delinquent cuz he is helping out orphans

wow Yabuki Joe used an alt account or some shiz and made a complete lie to try to help society for the better like making a peaceful game and then I mean boxing I mean waterver and then

no one believes ni the main character Joe who is LITERALLY helping out local orphans; and they’re basically like just jealous of him and twisting the truth to make him look bad is what these snobby popular people are doing t hat actually have friends unlike the wondering loner Joe Yabuki,

this very popular snobby lady who actually has friends unlike ab- Yabuki Joe doesn’t care that Joe is actually being helpful and wants to make projects that will bring peace to this world, she will not give him a chance because she cares more about appearances and keeping up her reputation.

....She takes on the full pressure and responsibilty. But can she handle it?

they’re basically like “uhhh do you have [deleted in case it comes off as offensive, since I know some others that make fun of that stuff >=\ which I don’t like either cuz I get made fun of [the deleted thing] too . It shouldn’t even have to be deleted >=\ but I was in a [DELETED] and they made fun of [the deleted thing] so I guess it has to be [deleted] which is so sad for this world ??] and so

the really cool person who *doesn’t reveal spoilers of the end of the series aa* says please leave Train- Yabuki Joe to me !!

i have faith in him he totally will not somehow break this faith that I vaguely have in him and am kinda too shy to publicly admit..

I wonder what Joe is feeling like right now and doing:

s o anyways Joe keeps laughing 99 times in this episode, and, cuz he knows he’s right and just helping out orphans and people that aren’t popular and too afraid to join the b- never mind.

some of his followers don’t respond to his long rants and are like maybe he is going too far and should back down fro mthe very popular snobby lady

Yabuki Joe laughs again

he says What’s the matter with you!? Stop siding with the very popular lady that actually has friends and a good reputation who is a stuck up and like do what is right instead of what . will make people think better of you even if you know in your hear that maybe it might be wrong.

The snobby lady posted on Twit- I mean irl the anime known as Ashita no Joe the they posted a screenshot of me saying “I have family.....” and they mocked him saying “Um.... I have family too....?” as her followers mocked Yabuki Joe on twitter in the 1970s anime or something,

but family isn’t what matters, everyone has family,

what matters is that you all still have a poor reputation because you have no friends which I think is 100% ok but the stuck-up lady who hates Joe for some reason atm just cares about how they’re rich in [deleted snarky remarks] reputation.

stop caring about the dislikes and haters and appreciate the supporters that you do have;;.

yabuki Joe says F THE HATERS THIS IS Just the beginning of [would say but I wanna here but X_X; [deleted the reason why I won’t] because of [deleted] because of [deleted]]

,y gpa; s 1 million followers cuz then they at least know what is right

in this world.

and then joe is like

and then;

then he’s like yea in my heart I know its good to have that many followers cuz I know the true true truth about Yabuki Joe the anime and manga character from Ashita no Joe, he just wants that many followers to program an indie game about- I mean anyways

they say

[OK WHAT THEH ECK I SERIOUSLY DID RECORD A VIDEO OF ME JUST NARRATING THIS ENTIRE EPISODE AND I uploaded it yesterday on a video sharing site but it is blocked cuz of copyrighted content aaa even though this was from before 1970 aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa now I gotta explain in text instead of voice like I already did last night AAAAAAAAAAaa]

they say But what would you do with that much power, that many internet I mean irl followers in 197o in Ashita no Joe the anime/manga series?

and then Yabuki Joe says teh

then he’s like What the gosh darn shiz in yoshville mans,

and then

and they’re like Look Yabuki Joe lives in a Terrible place with Terrible living conditions wher e brick dust keeps falling down and then

and like Joe has no problems like getting kawaii innocent ppl to follow him, but the others are a bit suspicious.. of Joe and his behavior..

Joe is like i’m gonna build a huge online hamster game soon.

and then someone tells Abu in tumblr messages I mean they tell

Someone tells Yabuki Joe as you can see if you flippin’ watch the episode yourself (I don’t blame you. I hope someone will check this series out, though. It’s my favorite anime series, to be honest.) anyways and then someone from his fandom of - anyways someone says

He’s so full of himself.

I guess you suffer from delusions of grandeur?

the bully who is even in the same exact fandom as ab- Yabuki Joe of being an orphan says that, and because they’re so big inside, people blindly listen to them.

the true actual innocent follower that knows trainerab- Yabuki Joe is actually honest and truthful is like, wow shut the fak up brah, and then:

Then the “Are you sure you don’t suffer from delusions of grandeur?” doubtful follower who is keeping an eye on Ab-Yabuki Joe I mean and watching over him to try to keep the orphanage safe falsely then says “This is a clown. See this clown? Abu is hiring th I mean Yabuki Joe had this younger person defend him” Wow and then

one of the only innocent ppl in this show besides Yabuki Joe and a bunch of later characters in this series in later episodes that happen soon, know Joe really is telling the truth and that he really is honest and she’s pizzed awf at that hater troll person trying to Provoke joe and such on [deleted] anime & manga series Ashita no Joe the anime/manga series, and then

then they’re like, uh oh maybe Joe does have some loyal followers who know the real truth and we should hold our distance and see what he does and what he is truly like, first, and then

so, then

so then Yabuki Joe shows them their steam profile and the gam I mean the BY- I mean

Joe is like ok I played retro games my whole life and watched cool cartoons like the Rugrats and I play cool games and twisted trolls like the snobby girl try to make it look like I “change my interests to appease others” but come into my YouTube channel office and c the truth that I really DID play a lot of SNES games and then

I mean Yabuki Joe says this is my office and this is where I live,

I live in a factory that rains brick dust,

and then,

AND THEN I WANNA NARRATE THIS ENTIRE EPISODE BUT IT IS FREAKIN’ 4:35am and I gotta get up soon

I mean I flippin’ already narrated this entire episode and commented on it etc. and made a cool video of it but YouTube blocked it AAAAAAAA even tho it was an anime made in

1970 I thought it would be free domain by now and o.k. to upload a video of it to YouTube with audio commentary GOSH AAAaaaa GOSH I WANNA NARRATE THE WHOLE EPISODE

AS I SAID IN THE youtube video that is blocked on YouTube I think it is a requirement cuz like it really pejeroyjoirjyorejijioe

ok have a nice night.

#Ashita no Joe #anime #manga #Megalo Box #screencap #screengrab #screencaps #screen caps #boxing #series #1970 #best #relatable #The best series ever #imo

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forgedirons · 3 years

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* so like. yeah. it me, cc. i can’t read, spell, or write – & yet i joined this anyway because i am are in love with you all. anyway.

❛ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐬 › 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔 .

the communication's chair of the yale's elite, they're twenty-two and a senior undergrad student majoring in print journalism. they are as vigilant as they are importunate.

blackmail :

(i). despite claiming to be a journalist that holds the truth over everything, she's being paid off by an embezzling official & keeping the funds for her own personal spending.

(ii). she won her current internship by sabotaging her competitors with “strategic investigating”, which she then used against them by creating a gossip buzz under an anonymous pseudonym.

(iii). death tw: claims that her parents passed away her freshman year of undergrad and uses it as a way to avoid talking about how they’re in prison ( & how it’s her testimony that landed them there ).

❛ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 › 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

you wear sorrow well, grief is not a compliment – nor is it to be romanticized. your heart’s always been broken & you doubt it was ever whole to begin with. behind closed eyes, maroon rose petals fall onto a fresh blanket of white snow; your fingers are pricked by the thorns while you open your eyes to the flickering lamp in your room. cloaked in shadows, red string is strung across a board, connecting clues that nobody else but you seems to see. you are meant for so much more than this run down shack, you’ve always told yourself this – you wonder if anyone else is listening ( but, you’ve always been alone; your words have always bounced back onto your own skin ).

❛ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦 › 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐒 .

✧ * core

↠ full name . isabeau hwang . ↠ nickname(s) / alias(es) / title(s) . ( off brand ) nancy drew, isa, is, beau . ↠ age / dob . twenty - two / march, 19 . ↠ hometown . ? idk? kansas somewhere . ↠ current location . yale idk what city it’s in don’t @ me . ↠ ethnicity . korean . ↠ nationality . american . ↠ gender . cis gender woman . ↠ pronouns . she / her . ↠ orientation . bisexual , grayromantic . ↠ occupation . undergraduate student . ↠ face claim . kim sojung ( sowon ) .

✧ * countenance

↠ height . five feet, eight inches ( 172 cm ) ↠ build . slim, well toned but tall – slim / athletic. ↠ tattoos . be good, on the inside of her left middle finger. also, this. ↠ piercings . ears . ↠ scars . a couple, none too prominent . ↠ hair . kept long & though she seems to sport a different color every year since arriving on campus, she’s recently dyed it back to a natural shade of black. it’s always in place & always styled neatly, whether it’s pulled back or curled ( to pretentiously imperfectly perfection ) . ↠ eyes . dark brown & often inquisitive, like she’s trying to solve a riddle that nobody else is in on except herself. half of the time, they’re hidden behind gold - rimmed glasses that look a little too expensive for someone of her background, but she otherwise wears contacts. has really bad vision, though, & is a blind bitch . ↠ clothing style . best described as business casual, semi-formal, professional but make it chic. lots of skirts, lots of turtlenecks, long coats & expensive fabrics that all coordinate to make her look either like she just walked out of a dark academia novel or a meeting with the president�� of the school where she did nothing but argue. very rarely seen in sweats or anything “bummy” – maybe she cares too much about her image. ↠ usual expression . resting bitch face – but promote it. she just looks unapproachable in general, her usual expression is something between disgust & apathy, it makes her look like she’s consistently looking at her surroundings & being very displeased with everything around her ( it’s because she made the face too much as a kid, now it’s stuck that way ) . ↠ speech . elegant & well - thought out. everything she says sounds like it’s rehearsed & practiced, like she wakes up in the morning & writes a script for her entire day. she very obviously thinks before she speaks, always, & tries to sound like she looks, but catch her without anyone around & she speaks a lot like the trailer trash she really is . ↠ distinguishing features . intense eyes that make her look like she always knows someone’s secret, the slight lopsided grin – she might be smirking or maybe she just knows something you don’t, finely shaped eyebrows idk dude

✧ * ruminations

↠ ( + ) positive . vigilant , heedful , aspiring ↠ ( - ) negative . importunate , reckless , impetuous ↠ moral alignment . true neutral - neutral evil ↠ likes . her designated corner of the library – especially late at night when she can sigh super loudly without anyone glaring at her, iced americanos but only on rainy days & only on rainy days where she wears her glasses, the feeling & the smell of solid cash, putting together the pieces of a puzzle that she’s been working on for a long time ( investigations or not ), stargazing but only on beaches & only during the wintertime . ↠ dislikes . any other journalist ever, any pop beverages ( because she also doesn’t like to burp ), the smell of chlorine or gasoline or freshly cut grass, being touched by strangers in any sort of instance, waking up before ten in the morning ( staying up until 10 am however, different story ), know it all TA’s, professors who can’t debate her for more than fifteen minutes ↠ quirks . always has a small, moleskin notebook on her person that she’ll pull out to write little notes in, has amazing penmanship, speaking of – only ever writes in pen & never uses anything else to write, squints & digs her front teeth into her tongue when she’s really focusing on something . ↠ hobbies . disappearing for long periods of time just to resurface & act like nothing happened ( solving mysteries, like nancy drew ), being the first to let her opinion be heard by anyone who happens to be nearby, starting fights & finishing them by cheating.

❛ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 › 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄 .

trigger warnings : death , lots of illegal activity

✧ * ISABEAU.

* she’s born to a wanted pair . with bounties & rewards attached to their mugshots, they bring a baby into the world & decide to bring her along for the ride. named isabeau, her first memory is watching the door while her parents count money on a motel bed behind her. her first word is “fuck!” while she rides in the backseat of a stolen pick up truck, a toddler clutching a stolen baby toy while wearing clothes that definitely don’t belong to her. whether it’s inherited or not, she grasps greed & holds it as her biggest sin. much like her father, in that aspect – there’s nothing more she craves than having more. more money, more lust, more power, more reputation – more, more, more. it sits in her gut like a waning hunger she’ll never get rid of – but, she doesn’t know what to call it for almost her entire life.

she’s not the eldest of the crew. her sister is three years older than her & much more kind than anyone else in the family will ever be. where isabeau takes after their parents ( often described as ruthless, greedy, selfish & reckless ), pippa was her own person through & through. she was soft, & sweet, & she always did what was right. though, she was raised to believe that lying to the police was right, & that stealing in the supermarkets was the right thing to do. growing up, though, isabeau always sort of knew that it was really just her & pippa against the world. their parents, however eccentric, were often absent & left them alone for days on end – only to return with more trouble on their hands.

eventually, they decided to settle in buttcrack nowhere, kansas in the smallest, shittiest trailer park they could find. it was one small trailer that kept the hwang family together; isabeau & pippa sleeping on a couch - turned - bed, their parents on the big one in the back. she gets enrolled in school & is taught to never tell anyone who her parents are or what they do for a living ( which, including robbery, dealing, blackmailing, etc. is a lot ) otherwise she’ll get in a lot of trouble. but isabeau is a curious girl, she watches everything unfold in front of her & always wants to know more ( & more, & more, & more ).

one of the brightest of her class in the small town, she grows to be somewhat of a nancy drew. people of the town know her, they give her their problems & missing cats & disappearing letters & mismatched shoes to solve. isabeau, no matter how troubled, is smart & the townspeople know it. looking back on it, she’ll always remark that they were trying to help her, but she only ever saw it as something to do. her biggest case, finding a missing girl in the seventh grade – her smallest case, finding a coin purse that someone misplaced.

in eighth grade, she starts her own newspaper at school where she publishes stories of her investigations. initially, it’s just something to keep her at school longer ( because, home isn’t really where she wants to be – she’s old enough now to realize home isn’t home ), but she learns how good she is at it. creating pieces, interviewing people, just, plain writing – it’s her thing. her english teacher ( mrs. kenningston ) encourages her & gets her a freelance spot with the town newspaper.

things are great for isabeau in high school. she’s popular, editor of the school newspaper, amateur detective & freelance reporter for the town newspaper. her goal is to get out of town, to get far away from her family & become some sort of lois lane. freshman year, her sister graduates high school & is set to go to ksu – before sophomore year, isabeau’s burying her sister in the graveyard of a town they both hated. a freak accident, the newspaper reports – & for a month, everyone believes it. but, sophomore year starts & isabeau anonymously testifies against her parents in court; their recklessness, along with their shady dealings led to the death of not only pippa, but a group of graduated teenagers in town. the hwang parents go away for life on isabeau’s testimony, & she’s never seen in town again.

by dumb luck, she’s adopted into a middle-class family somewhere in vermont & sent to a very good school that looks very good on her transcripts. she goes into overdrive trying to bury her past, carefully crafting herself a new identity with each year that passes in her high school career. things get buried, people are swayed – isabeau hwang isn’t the same isabeau hwang from that small town in kansas who saved a group of children, she isn’t the isabeau hwang who befriended the unfriendly folks on the outskirts of town that people thought were possessed. isabeau hwang from vermont is a very lucky girl with a troubling past she doesn’t talk about, but manages to graduate top of her class with offers from three ivy league colleges & every other school she applied to. that’s all she offers, that’s all most people know.

at yale, she works even harder to maintain her reputation. she’s the girl who’ll go places, a poor girl who’ll get into yale’s elites, the girl who nobody wants to argue with. on campus, she’s loud, she’s opinionated & she’s ( or, thinks she’s ) powerful. a member of the school newspaper, her pieces are quick to be published & even quicker to gain traction. isabeau, a nosy investigator at heart, chooses to publish stories that grab attention & often expose a thing or two – she gains a small following just because she tends to always know a thing or two about a thing or two.

it’s obvious she had her eye set on the elites from the moment she stepped foot onto campus, & after fighting tooth & nail to gain a reputation ( as an opinionated, over - achieving, pretentious shrew of a person ), she argues her way into the elites. in her own words, it’s much better to have her on their side rather than have her against them ( empty threat, what she gonna do, she have no money really ). at the moment, it looks like she’s really gotten everything she’s dreamed of – but isabeau hwang deals in greed, & all she wants now is more, more, more

#this started out good and then got worse as it went on #so if you read this no you didn't #and if it doesn't make sense yes it does #and if it contradicts no it doesn't

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