#I can’t believe they just treat me like garbage
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NO NUT NOVEMBER.
Synopsis: Jungkook didn’t think stuff through when he made a bet for “No Nut November” he seemed to forget that he can’t say no to you.
Pairings: dilf!jungkook x fem!reader
Warnings— SMUT! cussing, kind of drunk sex?, dirty talk, anal, squirting, spanking, size kink!!!!, jk is pussy whipped, jk eating you out, fingering, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it up!!) rough sex!!, crying from pleasure, hair pulling, fluff at the very end,
a/n: someone lock me the fuck up… this is in the KUWTB universe, jus wanted to get into jk and oc sex life more… enjoy🥹🤍
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“I am not betting a thousand on Jungkook for no nut; November be fucking for real; he’s going to lose twenty minutes in.” Namjoon says knowing his friend and knowing how you have him wrapped around your pinky will have him losing money.
“I can go a whole month without sex, motherfuckers.” Jungkook gasps, running a hand through his wet hair from his previous shower.
It was Halloween night, and the boys just came back from accompanying Iseul and Ye Joon trick or treating down the neighborhood.
“I’m taking my baby to the rich neighborhoods so she can get the full-size candy bars.” Jungkook squeezes Iseul's cheeks, trying to avoid the cute bunny face paint you had drawn on. Your husband, without thinking twice, matched her outfit with the big fluffy bunny ears on the top of his head, bobbing on his head whenever he would move around.
"You literally live in a rich neighborhood.” Ari scolds, sending Jungkook's arm flying up in his defense.
"Trust, I won’t fuck up!” Jungkook defends himself while the boys have a hard time believing him; the boys only sighed before agreeing.
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Jungkook couldn’t do it; his dick immediately hardened as he saw you walking down the stairs in your playboy bunny costume, the small black leather skirt that barely covers your ass, and your black thong visible to everyone. The black long-sleeve crop top and the bunny ears had him stressing and wishing he wouldn’t have made that bet.
“Fuck, you look beautiful, baby." Jungkook wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in possessively. His hand lowered to your ass before giving a soft squeeze; you didn’t even bat an eye.
“Thank you, my love.” You give him a quick peck before looking down at his all-black outfit. “You look handsome, daddy,” you wink before walking to the kitchen where Eunbi and Jia were.
You had taken a new habit of calling Jungkook Daddy a joke, and he knew that, but right now the word just worsened the hard problem he has in his pants.
It’s around three in the morning now, and the house is a mess. Iseul is staying with your mother-in-law, who volunteered to take care of her for the night. You were definitely drunk; Ari and Lora came in the house already fucked up, and them being bad influences made you and all the girls take shot after shot, so here you were dancing in your living room as the guys sat on the couch watching you all.
“I think I might owe you all a thousand." Jungkook sighs at his friends. Who’s head snaps at him in shock? “You fucking lost already; are you serious? It's been like three hours!?” Seokjin gasps, and Jimin giggles beside him.
That’s when everyone pulls their wallets and drops wads of cash in Jimin's hands. “I fucking told you he wouldn’t last." Jimin snickers as he counts the money in his hands.
“You guys have no faith in me! I haven’t done anything."Jungkook whispers the last part, "Oh." Jimin says he is disappointed before handing the money back to the corresponding boys.
“Then why do you say that?" Hoseok sighs, putting the hundred back in his wallet before tucking it in his back pocket.
“She’s dressed as a playboy bunny!! A sexy ass playboy bunny.” Jungkook whispers, “Please come on; you would fuck y/n in a garbage bag.” Yoongi says, before sending a signal to Eunbi to stop drinking, to which she only nods 'no', making Yoongi stand up and march her way.
“She would look good in anything—better without anything, actually.” Jungkook says as he sees you down, another shot making him shoot up his seat.
“No more alcohol for you, baby.” He takes the shot glass out of your hands, putting his arm around your waist to keep you stabilized. "Babyyy,” you pout, looking up at him, fisting his shirt, and pulling him closer to your face.
“What princess?” He says softly, your faces almost touching each other; he can smell the alcohol. “I’m so drunk.” You slur with a goofy smile on your face, gripping onto his shoulders, raising your legs behind you, and reaching for your heel, making you stumble backwards just for Yoongi and Jungkook to stabilize you.
"Yeah, we’re leaving,” Yoongi says as he holds onto Eunbi, who’s slurring a bunch of nonsense, “but I don’t want to leave!" Eunbi whines as Yoongi chuckles as he drags her to the front door.
“We should leave too, then,” all the boys say, standing up and wishing everyone goodbye. “Let’s go, my love,” Taehyung tells Ari, who’s lying on the ground, her police officer outfit long gone, replaced with the big t-shirt you had handed her earlier.
"Nooo, I want to stay with y/n!” She gets picked up by Taehyung, who shushes her with a kiss. “You reek like alcohol,” he chuckles before giving Jungkook a head nod and walking out, Jimin and Namjoon following behind them, being the last ones out, the rest long gone.
Jungkook lays you on the couch, kneeling down, unstrapping your heels, and taking them off before kissing the top of your shin. Making you moan in relief.
“My feet hurt so bad!” You whine loudly before bringing your feet into your chest, making your skirt ride up, giving Jungkook a perfect view of your covered pussy.
He wanted nothing to open your legs, put your panties aside, and eat you out at that moment, but one, you were drunk, and two, the stupid bet he made yesterday. So instead of doing all that, he stood up and made his way to the main door, locking it before making his way back to you, taking his dirty shirt off in the process.
“You are so hot... Could you maybe have my baby?” You pout, looking up at him, who’s hovering over you with a smile on his face. “You already had my baby, princess.” He chuckles at you, making grabby hands up at him.
“Then another one?” You slur with the goofiest smile on your face as he picks you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his torso as your arms wrap around his neck. “You would slap yourself if you heard yourself right now, baby.” He laughs as you snuggle your face into his neck.
“If it’s a girl, what would we name her?” You slur your words as Jungkook starts making his way upstairs to your guy's room. “I don’t know, princess, do you know?” He asks you, taking one step at a time.
“I like Nabi," you giggle. “I like Nabi.” Jungkook repeats after you, giving your puffed-out cheek a wet kiss. “And if it’s a boy, we can name it Junior.” Jungkook suggests entering your guys room.
“Ew no!” You shake your head, sticking your tongue out like you just ate something disgusting. “That’s offensive; you don’t like my name?” Jungkook puts you gently on the bed, crossing his arms in front of him, making his muscles flex as he watches you bite your lip while you look up to him.
“Of course I do. It’s just that’s the name I scream out when I’m getting railed. I don’t want my son to have that name." You shiver from the thought, leaving Jungkook speechless from your boldness.
“Y/n!” He chokes out, "What? I’m being honest!” You slur, trying to put your shirt over your head, only to get stuck with your hands up in the air. “Help me!" you whine.
Your husband laughs immediately, helping you take your shirt off before throwing it somewhere in the room. He watches you struggle to reach behind you to unclip your bra.
“Turn around, baby; let me help.” He orders, and who are you to say no?
“Mkay,” you say, turning around and letting Jungkook unclip it with his hand, making your bra drop onto the bed. And with that, you fall face-first into the bed. "Yeah, no, get up. We need to brush your teeth and take your makeup off. Come on.” Jungkook picks up your frame as you whine loudly.
As Jungkook drags you to your guy's shared bathroom in only your skirt, Jungkook sets you up on the sink, and you bring your knees up against you again, making Jungkook want to run into a wall.
Seeing you with your smudge eyeliner and mascara has his thoughts running wild. You are topless, and the tiniest skirt he has ever seen you wear has him imagining how he could bend you over, lift your skirt up, and fuck you raw.
He shakes his thoughts off, getting your light pink toothbrush and lathering it with toothpaste before passing it to you. You lazily brush your teeth with your eyes closed, making small sounds at random times as Jungkook brushes his teeth as well.
“I'm dizzy.. My head is spinning.” You giggle as toothpaste is still in your mouth before spitting it out. Jungkook makes a little bowl with his hand, putting his palm underneath the water and accumulating a good amount before bringing it into your mouth, which you then swish around your mouth before spitting it out into the sink.
“All done," you clap your hands, trying to get off the counter.
“You need to take your makeup off; where are your makeup wipes?” Jungkook asks as he goes through all your skincare and makeup.
“How the fuck do you know what a makeup wipe is?" You slur, your brows furrowing, as you wrap your arms around your legs and up your chest. “Baby what?” Jungkook laughs at your question, knowing he has taken off your makeup countless times before this one.
“I'm mad now.” You pout, pushing your husband's hands off your knees. "Baby, please, I have only taken your makeup off. I promise." Jungkook raises his pinky, which you only glare at.
“Did you fuck her in the legs-up position? Because that’s our position.” You slur once again, making Jungkook chuckle in front of you.
“Baby, trust me, I would not fuck anyone in any position that isn’t you,” he reassures as you stare at his pinky that’s still in the air. “Okay,” you pout in defeat, interlocking your pinky with his.
“You can’t be lying because that’s a pinky promise,” you warn. “Of course, baby,” he says, giving you a kiss on your forehead before opening the small packet. “Be gentle," you whine as you stare at your shirtless boyfriend, who takes a wipeout.
He only nods, holding your neck like a necklace to keep your head straight, and starts taking off your makeup. “I’m hungry,” you say as your eyes flutter closed.
“It’s three in the morning, princess; there's nothing open right now.” Jungkook smiles at your scrunched-up expression. “Did you eat all the cookies?" You peek your eye open. “Maybe..” Jungkook whispers, dropping the dirty wipe in the trash can beside him.
“What! You don’t even share with me anymore.” You mumble as Jungkook picks you up and makes his way to your shared bed, dropping you on it. “I share everything with you, baby,” he says as he undoes his pants to slide into bed with you.
You stare at your husband through your eyelashes as you struggle to take off your skirt. “Need help?” Jungkook chuckles under breath as his pants fall to the ground, leaving him in only a pair of black boxers, his print clearly visible.
"Mhm," you nod, biting your lip as you tilt your head to the side to get a better view in between his pants as he reaches for the zipper on your skirt, pulling it down. "Up, baby,” he orders. You do as he says and raise your bottom up, letting him pull your skirt off, leaving you in your thong.
Jungkook drops the skirt on the floor as he watches you lying on the bed with nothing but the black piece of clothing covering your center. His breath rises as he watches you reach between your legs and move your panties to the side, giving him a perfect view of you.
“I’m so wet, baby, help me,” you whine as you run a finger through your drenched slit. "Baby, I can’t,” he hushes as his dick twitches in his briefs.
“I’m not that drunk anymore, I promise.” You mumble, giving your pussy a little slap. “Fuck,” you moan.
Jungkook very much wanted nothing but to slam into you in this exact moment, but did he really not have self-control when it came to you? He thought to himself.
"Please... if not, I’ll just fuck myself with my fingers.” You giggled, bringing your index and middle fingers up to your mouth, sucking and twirling your tongue on the tips, all while remaining eye contact with your husband, who’s fighting with himself whenever he wants to control himself or fuck you into the mattress.
But when Jungkook saw you insert a finger, he realized he didn’t have self-control when it came to you, and actually, he could give zero fucks about it, plus one thousand was nothing compared to you.
“Fuck it!” Jungkook grabbed a hold of your hands before pinning them up to your head, making you giggle loudly. “Hi.” You giggle as his face is just a few inches away from yours, and his eyes scan your face. “Hi.” He chuckles and smashes his lips against yours.
You moan softly as he wastes no time inserting his tongue into your mouth. His tongue glides along yours, making noise each time you part apart to breathe. Jungkook abandons your lips, moving to your neck, licking, sucking, and blowing.
“I want to eat you out,” he mumbles into your neck between sucking, leaving purplish red marks. He slowly makes his way down your body, all while remaining in eye contact with you. You use your elbows to prop yourself up, getting a clear view of your husband between your legs.
He chuckles, blowing a kiss to your clit making your hips buck forward, a choked moan leaves your mouth. “You’re dripping for me." He runs a finger through your puffy slit, spreading your arousal all over your pussy.
You feel your wetness ooze down to your puckered hole and maybe even to the gray sheets underneath you. Jungkook tauntingly hovered over your aching center. “Please, fuck,” you buck your hips up again, making him pin you down.
Jungkook gives your cunt a long and slow lick, “shit.” You whine, your legs squeezing around his face, as he starts lapping on your clit, swirling and sucking. His saliva and your juices mixing together.
He pushes your legs up, spreading your pussy more for him. As he continues to suck harshly on your clit your fingers rake in his hair, pulling roughly whenever he would non-stop flick his tongue on your bud, making you shake. "Fuck, you’re going to make cum.” Your eyes roll back into your head.
Jungkooks cock is painfully hard in his briefs; he shifts from his position in hope to relieve some of the pressure, but it only twitches in return. Your husband brings his tattooed fingers in front of your face and says, "Suck.” He orders, and he doesn't have to ask twice.
You grab ahold of his hand and insert his three large fingers into your mouth, twirling your tongue on the tip and sucking like you would if you were on your knees in front of him.
A rush of blood rushes to his cock as he watches you suck on his fingers. You pop his fingers out of your mouth.
He tugs on your clit one last time before rubbing your sensitive bud slowly. You choke out a moan.
Jungkook inserts one of his finger pumping it in and out of your gummy walls, sending you back into the mattress. “Fuck yes,” you cry. He inserts a second finger, pumping them out quickly, curling them inside you, and hitting your spot each time. You grip tightly onto the sheet as you start to feel dizzy. “I’m coming, shit shit shit,” you cry out. You try to push Jungkook off you as he slides his fingers in and out of you repeatedly, with his tongue flicking your clit sending you over the edge.
Your mouth hangs open as your body shakes uncontrollably. Your pussy clenches around Jungkook's fingers. A rush of fluid squirts out of you, leaving you shaking and gasping for air.
“pretty.” Jungkook chuckles under his breath, giving your pussy a small slap and making you whine from the overstimulation.
Jungkook stands up, watching you squeeze your legs together with your eyes closed and chest heaving. “You good, baby?” He leans over, kissing your face over and over again until you peek your eyes open, and you giggle nonstop.
“Fuck!” You giggle, making Jungkook raise an eyebrow. “So good,” you giggle, “yeah?” He smirks, leaning in to give you a kiss.
“Mhm.” You nod, kissing him back. “Let me return the favor.” You reach for his huge hard on, squeezing.
“Let me just fuck you.” He whispers into your mouth as you giggle in response.
“Okay.” You nod. Jungkook slowly stands up from the bed as you watch him push down his briefs, letting his cock spring free. He grabs ahold of the base, giving it a squeeze, and runs his thumb along his aching red slit before walking closer to you. You bite your lip in anticipation, and you feel yourself getting wetter by the second.
He spits down, letting his saliva drip down onto his cock before giving it two pumps, “legs up. ” He taps your thigh for you to do as he says.
You giggle, pushing your legs up, giving your husband an amazing view of your drenched spread out, dripping core.
“Fuck,” he says, aligning himself with your hole and slapping his cock on your pussy multiple times. "Shit, ah,” you moan, digging your nails into your thighs.
Jungkook watches as you clench your pussy over nothing, making his cock twitch. He runs his length over your slit before sliding into you. “Oh shit.” You gasp, biting your lip harshly.
Jungkook has always been too big for you, always stretching you out deliciously every time you had sex. Your pussy always took him so well.
"Shit, shit, shit,” you say, closing your eyes as you feel the burn of him sliding deeper into you. “You can take it, baby.” He hushes, pushing in deeper, and he rubs your clit with his thumb, trying to ease you.
You can feel him all the way into your belly as he finally is all the way in you. “You take me so well, fuck, baby.” Jungkook groans as you clench non-stop around him.
"Move, fuck, ah,” you cry. You didn’t have to ask twice, as he started sliding out of your hole before slamming back in. Your nails dig into your thighs, leaving marks as he continues to slide in and out of you repeatedly.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he slams roughly into you. His hands push your legs down to your chest as he fucks into you, his cock spreading your walls and his tip hitting your g-spot with each thrust.
Jungkook watches his cock disappear into your messy wet cunt; he watches how you spasm every time he pounds into you; your pussy squirts every time he pulls out; but he doesn’t stop; he continues to slam back in.
Tears stream down your face from the immense pleasure in your core as you reach between your legs, rubbing your clit furiously. “Such a good fucking girl, taking my cock so well.” Jungkook says between gritted teeth, as you only reply with a moan.
“Look at you squirting all over my cock.” He pulls out, spurs of liquid come rushing out of you, and your legs shake as your pussy convulses from each spurt. “Ahh fuck.” You moan as Jungkook rubs your pussy; your hands reach for his, trying to push him away, but failing as you orgasm with a long, loud moan.
“Good girl.” He groans.
“I can't... fuck,” you choke out, trying to catch your breath. "Yes, you can." Jungkook flips you over to your stomach. “Ass up.” He demands giving your ass a spank.
You bring your ass up in the air, leaving your upper body laying on the bed totally spent. “Fuck pussy, so messy." Jungkook runs his cock through your pussy before sliding back in.
"Shit, this angle fucks me up,” he groans, getting ahold of your waist and squeezing roughly, probably leaving marks, as he slams into you. You dig your head into the mattress, biting onto the sheets, silencing your screams. The wet sound of him pounding into you and your screams are the only things being heard in the room.
“You love being fucked like this, huh?” He moans, pounding into you from behind. You don’t reply.
He pulls out and pulls your hair up. “Answer me. You love being fucked like this, huh?” He whispers into your ear, your back arched against him.
“Yes.” You cry, and tears stream down your face. “Yes what? Baby.” He chuckles from your disheveled state, “I love being fucked like this.” You stutter over your words; the only thing your brain can comprehend is that you wanted to come again for the third time.
And with that, he lets you go. As you fall back down onto the bed, Jungkook spreads your ass cheeks, watching your pussy and asshole clench over nothing. “Spread open.” He orders you.
Jungkook watches how you do as he says and spread yourself open for him. He takes the base of his cock and aligns himself with your other hole. He rubs over some of your arousal to your asshole, inserting the tip of his cock before pushing the rest of his length inside you, “Fuckk.” You moan loudly, "Relax, baby.” He groans loudly at how tight it is.
This is not the first time Jungkook has fucked your ass, but the stretch of his cock always feels like the first time. He stays for a few moments, still waiting for you to adjust. "Go," you whimper. A green light for him to thrust.
He spreads you open more, watching his cock slip out of your hole before thrusting back in slowly. You moan under him, and you reach under him, rubbing your clit softly as tears run down your cheeks.
“Such a good fucking girl.” Jungkook moans, squeezing your ass and restraining himself from pounding into you at that very moment.
You insert two of your fingers into your pussy, sliding them in and out as Jungkook slides his cock into your ass. "Faster, please,” you whine, fucking your fingers into you as Jungkook speeds up his movements.
Your legs shake barely holding up as he pounds into roughly moaning loudly each time you clench, “You fucking like that?” He chokes out each slam he thrusts into you. “Keep taking it, baby.” His balls slam into your pussy, which each push.
“Fuck so good.” He moans, not stopping his movements. Both of you are sweating as you bite down on the gray sheets, feeling your pussy spasms with liquid with each thrust. “I’m coming.” You shriek,
“Go ahead, baby.” Jungkook's eyes roll to the back of his head, watching you shake underneath him. His body locks up, and black and white spots fill his vision as his dick twitches in you before spilling his seed into you with a loud groan.
“Oh fuck.” Jungkook pants as he slides out of your ass, his come oozing out of you. You fall onto the bed, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you whimper softly from the outstanding orgasm you just went through.
"Fuck, are you okay, baby?” Jungkook makes his way to you, flipping you over to be able to see your face. You whimper softly with your hands covering your face. "Shit, baby, did I hurt you?” He panics, shooting straight up and taking your hands off your face.
He sees the tears streaming down your face, and that sends a blow to his heart. "Baby, where does it hurt?” He scans your body and tries to soothe your shaking legs, rubbing his palms up and down your thighs.
“I’m okay.” You whimper between cries.
“Then why are you crying, my love?” He pulls you up into a sitting position before kissing your tear-stained cheeks. "felt so good.” You cry. A wave of relief hits Jungkook. "Baby," he chuckles, giving you kisses all over your face.
“I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” You cry as he laughs softly while standing up, finding his briefs on the ground before stepping into them. He goes into your guys' shared closet looking for a pair of underwear for you and one of his shirts.
"Here, baby, let me help you.” He makes his way to you; he sits beside you as he helps you put on your panties and his shirt.
“Do you need anything?” Jungkook asks, putting your hair behind your ear. “No, I'm super tired; I want to cuddle.” You say snuggling under the covers with a big smile on your face, and Jungkook follows in beside you.
…
The next morning, Jungkook called in for an emergency meeting as he was waiting for the boys to come in. Taehyung arrives first with a guilty expression on his face, and before Jungkook could ask what’s up, Hoseok and Namjoon come striding in. And not long after all the boys started striding in.
“So..” Jungkook starts, “I fucked up.” And with that, he drops a thousand on the table in front of the boys. Nobody moves, and nobody says anything until,
"Oh, thank God, and I thought it was going to be just me." Taehyung drops a wad of cash, with the rest of the boys following along, dropping cash on the table.
“Are you fucking serious!?” Namjoon stares at his friends with his jaw wide open. “Am I the only one who took this seriously?” Namjoon shook his head at his friends.
“Honestly, I don't regret it at all.” Jungkook shrugs.
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Heroes vs. Villains : The Staff
Platonic GN!Reader x NRC Staff vs. RSA Staff
Word Count: 2.7k
Summary: Woe to the Ramshackle Prefect, being caught up in the drama between the Disney Villains and their respective heroes.
NRC Staff Version (Part 1: Crewel and Crowley)
ie. Headmaster Crowley is a nightmare, and Professor Crewel is, well, cruel. And to be perfectly honest, after meeting another dog-loving professor who doesn't treat you like absolute garbage, the Royal Sword Academy is starting to look a lot more appealing.
[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3] [PART 4]
‘Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me!’
Crowley had chirped that very sentiment to you ad nauseum, with all the enthusiasm of an old raven eyeing a shiny penny.
“Do you really believe that?” you sniffled, angry, as you sat slumped over in one of his rickety office chairs.
People at this stupid school were mean. And yeah, school yard insults and casual accusations of being the House Wardens’ little bitch were one thing—but these assholes would go right for the throat. All of your insecurities—your fears—all laid out like a nice spread of hors d'oeuvres ready for the picking. You had endured enough sharp barbs for a lifetime, and the fact that your glorious Headmaster and self-proclaimed parental figure kept writing it all off as a ‘learning experience’ was driving you mad.
“Of course I do, dear child!” he beamed. “What sort of educator would I be if I didn’t practice what I preach! Words are but the wind, as they say!”
You nodded, sage, and shot him a smile so sugary sweet it could rot the teeth right out of his skull.
“I wish I’d never met you and I hope that all your feathers fall off one by one,” you chirped. “And I use the ‘Number One Child’ mug you gave me to scoop water out of the toilets when the plumbing fails.”
Crowley’s mouth fell open with a nearly audible clunk, and if he weren’t so wrapped up in all kinds of immoral, black magic, bull-shittery, you would have liked to imagine that maybe that had been the sound of his heart cracking in his stupid, embroidery-covered, chest.
You popped up from your chair and breezily made your way to the exit. You propped yourself up against the intricate, wooden, frame and clapped your hands together like a bubbly preschool teacher addressing a room full of particularly dull children.
“I’m glad we could get that out in the open in a completely pain-free way. Words really can’t hurt anyone!”
You managed to slip the door closed just as he started to wail.
.
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That afternoon you made your way to Professor Crewel’s office, as had become your routine. It was nice. Sometimes you would help him grade papers, sometimes you would just nibble on fancy cookies and listen as he ranted about the incompetence of certain staff members which shall not be named.
Sometimes his dogs were with him in the afternoons—a pair of giant, lithe, wolf-like beasts that were most certainly of a very proud and expensive lineage. Jasper was the black one and Badun the white, and each had a coat so glossy and well-maintained that they could put your own hair care to shame. Badun was enthusiastic, charismatic, and would bound to greet anyone who entered. Jasper was more quiet, reserved, but he was secretly your favorite of the duo. Whenever you stopped in after classes, the shadowy hound would lumber over and rest his giant head in your lap.
“No puppies today?” you called when you were greeted with silence rather than a wave of happy kisses.
“They’re in for their groom,” Crewel mumbled, busy at work with his head bowed over some lab reports or other. Normally he would grouchily correct you that his two precious pooches were adults. Dogs. And should be addressed as such. He must have been really distracted today. Or maybe you were just wearing him down.
You settled into the lovely, plush, chair off to the side that you had long since claimed as your own, and set your bookbag on the floor by your feet with a thump.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence with nothing but the sound of scratching ink over paper to break up the monotony, Professor Crewel dropped his head into his hands with a miserable sort of sigh.
“You should not have spoken to Crowley as you did.”
You blinked, startled. “What?”
“I of all people understand how frustrating the Headmaster’s antics can be,” Crewel continued, firm. “But you are still a student of this Institution—and one in a precarious enough position as it is. So you need to be mindful of your tongue.”
Indignation roiled through your gut, followed by a sharp prick of disquiet that you couldn’t quite place.
“Then he should be mindful to treat me like a student and not some—some pet project,” you huffed, kicking irritably at your patched backpack for want of nothing else to do. “And besides, what’ll he even do? Expel the one person in this entire college who mops up every single one of his messes? And I mean, it’s not like he’s running around the school crying or anything. I wasn’t that mean.”
Crewel pinched the bridge of his nose and you paused, mouth parting in surprise.
“Oh come on, he did not.”
“In the name of preserving our esteemed leader’s dignity I will say no more on the matter,” he grit out, and you fought the urge to immediately whip out your phone to message Ace, and Cater, and every other rabid gossip you could think of.
“Well, maybe he deserved it,” you snipped, crossing your arms stubbornly across your chest. A bit of cautious warmth spread through you and you nervously plucked at one of the loose threads on your uniform sleeve. “And besides,” you mumbled. "He can cry about me calling him a shitty father all he wants. You’ve been way more of a dad to me here than he could ever try to be.”
“I beg your pardon.”
You froze, fingers locking in place around the picked-apart edges of your jacket. The ice in his voice was unfamiliar and entirely unpleasant. It sent a frigid wave of worry curling through your veins. Had you overstepped? You’d thought—You’d just thought—
“I-I mean,” you spluttered. “I only meant that, well… Uhm… You’re really nice to spend time with. A-And, I just…” He made you feel like you were home again. Like even though Ramshackle was empty and cold, that you could still walk into this little office and say ‘I’m back!’ to an actual, real-life person and not just the shadows that lived in your foyer.
“Let me be perfectly clear, Prefect,” he sneered. There was an undercurrent of hostility running so sharply through every word that you were left wondering frantically if you’d unintentionally trampled over a sensitive topic. You hadn’t thought it was a big deal. You just—you just really, really looked up to him. And felt safe with him. And—And—
‘I’m sorry,’ you wanted to say. But instead you just let out an odd kind of choked squeak.
“I have no intention of playing parent to anyone,” he snapped. “Let alone an untrained brat who can’t even be bothered to play civil with the people who do attempt to care for them.”
Ouch.
“R-Right,” you spluttered, swallowing around the burbling lump in your throat and the warmth prickling along your lash line. “O-Of course. I’m sorry for assuming. I—I… uhm…”
‘I’ll just go then.’
But just like with failed apology, those four little syllables just couldn’t seem to make it past your lips either. So instead you just shakily snatched your bag from the floor and bolted from his office, burrowing your stinging cheeks as far into your collar as they would go. The last thing you needed to do was give anyone at this stupid school any more ammunition against you. And ‘Cry Baby Prefect’ sounded like another nasty nickname that would stick to you like gum to a flat-heeled shoe.
It’s fine, you whispered to yourself, voice wobbling far more than you would have liked. Grim hated when you came back smelling like dogs anyways.
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“My goodness, are you alright?”
You blinked, harried, and glanced around yourself properly for what felt like the first time in hours. You were… not on campus anymore. Huh. What a trip. You’d never been so upset that you’d blindly run off into an entire new town before. But you supposed there was a first time for everything. You did remember feeling too nauseous to return to your little hovel for the evening, but you hadn’t really expected your frantic pacing to take you quite this far out of the way.
“Hello? Can you hear me?”
Oh. Someone was talking to you, weren’t they?
Standing in front of you was a tall, lanky, man in a tweed jacket. He was stooped down a bit to make eye contact with you, and those hazel eyes were creased with worry. His blonde hair was pushed half-off his forehead in a style that looked more haphazard than intentional, and the hand he was offering you was littered with splotches of ink. There were patches of white and black dog fur littered across his entire outfit like some horrible fashion statement, and the thought of puppies made your throat tighten up all over again.
“My name is Cliff Rogerson,” he said, steady and kind. “I’m one of the instructors at the Royal Sword Academy. Are you lost? Do you know how to get home from here?”
Do you know how to get home?
You laughed once, manic, and then promptly burst into tears.
“Oh, dear,” he sighed, his heavy brow furrowing low with concern, and patted you consolingly on the shoulder. “Oh, dear.”
You were herded into a nearby café and directed into one of the quiet, corner, booths. The lights were soft and fuzzy in here, and the pleasant warmth of fresh pastries brushed gingerly along your frayed nerves. Mister Rogerson pressed a steaming mug of hot chocolate into your hands, and placed a delicately wrapped muffin off to the side of it. It was a tempting offering, and you decided to unbury your head from your hands long enough to partake.
“So how did you end up out here, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“I’m a student at Night Raven,” you mumbled into your cocoa.
You could tell he was doing his best not to look shocked, which was at least a dozen steps above the way the rest of your stupid school would just gawk at you in outright consternation.
“Forgive me,” he smiled, gentling his apprehension into something that was more polite curiosity that anything. “But you don’t really seem like one of their usual pupils.”
So you explained your situation—the Mirror, and the magiclessness, and the homelessness. You talked about your friends, and your new demon cat/evil baby, and how much you missed stupid things like good shower pressure and fuzzy socks. Mister Rogerson listened to all of it with an attentive sort of sympathy that you hadn’t seen since, well, probably since you were dropped face-first into a school full of burgeoning war criminals.
“That sounds like a time and a half,” he said once you’d finally tired yourself out. “I’m sorry you’ve had to go through all that.”
You picked at your muffin. It was ridiculously fluffy and eating it felt like pulling bits and pieces out of a cloud. A very, very delicious cloud.
“Forgive me for saying so,” he hummed, pensive. “But your situation doesn’t sound particularly safe.”
You laughed. “That’s one word for it.”
Mister Rogerson frowned, another twitch of that uneasy worry playing across his face. He ruffled around in his jacket pocket for a moment and pulled out a neat, cream colored, business card.
“It may be overstepping of me to offer, but at the same time I do think as an educator it’s my duty to try and help every student that I can,” he smiled, kind. It crinkled the skin around his eyes. “The RSA is not overly far from Night Raven College. If you ever want to stop by—if you ever need an ear to listen, or just a space to get away from it all—my door will always be open to you.”
You took the little piece of paper carefully, like it was something precious. There were swirls of colorful music notes splattered across the backdrop of it—raucous bursts of neons that were as endearing as they were ugly.
‘Tacky,’ spat a too-familiar voice in the back of your head. ‘What sort of statement was this lowlife trying to make?‘ You could practically feel the phantom distaste emanating from wherever a certain two-toned professor had camped out for the evening.
Probably at home, you thought bitterly. Because he has a home, right? And you are not at all upset that you will never be welcomed into it. And that you will probably never get to cuddle his puppies ever again. Nope. Not at all.
You swallowed the little burst of unpleasantness that accompanied the train of thought, and pocketed the card with a smile.
“Thank you. I’ll definitely have to take you up on that.”
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Divus Crewel was many things, and unfortunately, being as cruel as his namesake was often one of them. He glanced back to the clock ticking on his wall for what was perhaps the dozenth time that hour. You hadn’t been by since his—ah—outburst a few weeks prior.
He had perhaps reacted a bit more unpleasantly than he normally would have. You’d just… caught him off guard was all. It was a bold declaration you’d made, and what? Had you really expected him to be overjoyed by the idea of forced parenthood? To swoon over the notion that someone had decided to latch onto him and his perfectly pressed suit like a leech despite the fact that he was so obviously thriving in his life of solitude?
And it wasn’t that he expected you to take his biting comments lying down. Oh no. You were fierce, and determined, and were most likely on your way here to bang down his door demanding recompenses for all your suffering. There was a tray of those too-expensive cookies you liked tucked away in his top drawer. Just in case you did show up and throw one of your tantrums, and he needed something quick to pacify you. That… That was all.
But each day that he waited for you to sneak back into his office was another spent in quiet solitude. Badun had taken to whining at the door and Jasper hardly got up from his bed at all—just tucked his black nose into his equally black paws and stared straight into Crewel’s soul. Like he was judging him.
He caught himself glancing at the clock again and forcibly turned back to his work.
This was ridiculous. You were ridiculous. And stubborn. And so, very, danger prone. Had something happened maybe? Was that why you’d disappeared—because you’d gotten caught up in some sort of trouble again?
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick—
He looked back at the clock.
Tick. Tick. Tick—
His office door flew open with a BANG and he swiveled in his chair, ready to chastise you for making such a ridiculous entrance. Instead, he ended up nearly nose-to-nose with a weeping Dire Crowley. The man wailed into his clawed hands, looking very much like he might accidentally stab himself in the eye all the while.
“HOW AM I SUCH A FAILURE OF A PARENT?!” he bawled. “WHAT COULD I HAVE DONE TO PREVENT THIS?!”
“What?” Crewel gaped, head spinning. “What’s happened?”
Crowley let out another inhuman squawk and shoved a piece of parchment into the alchemist’s crimson-gloved hands. It was torn at the top, likely from where it’d been pinned to something before the raving Headmaster had swiped it. Crewel read over the familiar script with narrowed eyes, something unpleasant twisting in his belly.
‘The Ramshackle Prefect kindly sends their regards, but unfortunately has other commitments for this evening. Please contact Professor Cliff Rogerson of the RSA music department in case of an emergency.’
“MY BABY LEFT ME!” Crowley sobbed, nearly inconsolable. “WHO’S GOING TO DO MY TAXES NOW?!”
The leather of Crewel’s gloves groaned in protest as his hands tightened into fists—his nails biting into his palm even through the sturdy material.
“What do we even do?” the old crow lamented, sounding so genuinely crestfallen it was almost unnerving.
Jasper and Badun circled their master’s ankles wearily, eyes bright and lips twitching with nervous whines.
“I think,” Crewel grit out, the note crumpling between his fingers, “that it’s well past time that we have a chat with the Prefect about the importance of personal safety. And of the consequences of running off with strangers.”
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BEST I EVER HAD — uchinaga aeri x f!reader
you’ve had enough of your cold and distant girlfriend. finally deciding to turn the tables on her, you hope she learns her lesson.
TAGS — angst but crack, fluff, popular!aeri, slight jealousy, aeri is lowk an attention whore ngl, cursing, mentions of drinking
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NOTE ; a celebratory fic for 900 followers, thank you for all the support you guys have given me ♡
aeri and giselle are two different people. giselle; yonsei’s queen bee, the exchange student from japan whose good looks and fiery personality attracts everyone. she’s someone that every student either has a crush on, or wants to be friends with. cold and indifferent, yet still manages to gain the interest of many. some see her as a challenge, others as eye candy for motivation.
you’ve experienced this very persona— her hateful glares, sharp tongue and harsh words. it’s almost a weekly tradition.
on the other hand, she could easily turn back into aeri. your aeri. the one you fell in love with; her kind gestures, sparkling childish eyes and puffy cheeks when she’s acting cute. you’ve experienced this too and you prefer aeri over giselle any day.
it’s unfortunate that giselle seems to be taking over aeri, and you have to say truthfully, that you’ve been disliking your girlfriend more and more.
“y/n,” she mutters, “i’m not doing this with you right now.”
your gaze hardens.
“then when should we do this?” you ask.
aeri— no, giselle scoffs, “we wouldn’t need to be standing out here, in pouring rain, if you would just keep quiet.”
you hate this. you hate her cold, almost frozen words. you hate her distant personality. you hate her unresponsiveness. you hate the disappointment that she makes you feel, the uncaring and unloving side of her.
you hate giselle.
“he was flirting with you. imagine if i wasn’t there, what would he do? put his hands on you? obviously i would say something. you wouldn’t like it if someone was flirting with me right? unnie, can you understand me?”
giselle frowns, “that doesn’t matter. you should have just kept quiet. now it’s gonna be awkward when i go back in.”
you can’t believe her words. you’re standing out in the rain, freezing cold, and she plans to go back into the bar to continue drinking with her friends? and that guy that keeps flirting with her? are his intentions not clear to your girlfriend?
“you’re gonna just go back in? don’t you understand how I’m feeling right now?”
“truthfully, i don’t.”
all you can feel is shame. no longer do you feel disappointment at her words. how could you be disappointed when you had no expectations? you feel ashamed. ashamed for letting yourself be willingly thrown aside for so long. ashamed for letting giselle treat you however she wanted. ashamed that you had such low standards for a partner.
“if you go back into that bar, i can’t promise you that your stuff at my place won’t be thrown out in the garbage.”
giselle widens her eyes— of course, it’s the first time you’ve said this. it’s the first time you’ve managed to fight back against her. you finally realise how much of a dog she’s been treating you.
“y/n, this… are you drunk?”
“no? i think you’re drunk, honestly. you can go back into that bar, it’s your choice. at least when our relationship is over, you’ll blame yourself, not me,” you say tiredly, tossing giselle’s jacket back to her, “you can keep this. i’ll just take public transport.”
your girlfriend, stunned, almost fails to catch her jacket. she’s rooted to the ground, jaw almost dislocated at how hard she’s gaping.
“unnie, go back into that bar, i don’t want to talk to you anymore.”
“hey wait,” her voice turns into a worried tone, one you’re painfully familiar with, “darling, are you being serious? you’ll fall sick. the walk back to your apartment isn’t sheltered.”
her eyes are filled with concern, contrast to the aloofness present in them a moment ago. you don’t dare to look at her any longer, for if you do, you might just forgive her too easily.
you turn away from her, only taking a few steps in the rain before getting pulled back.
“y/n, are you being for real? don’t walk in the rain, fuck.”
“when do you care about my well-being? go back to your friends, unnie. i’m tired.”
aeri rubs her neck nervously, her eyebrows furrowing.
“if you’re tired, shouldn’t i call a cab…?” her voice is shaking, wavering at every word that comes out. you take a good look at her.
huh, you think, she sobers up quick.
“unnie,” you finally say, “let’s take a break.”
“what?” she questions incredously.
you purse your lips together, not explaining further.
“i’ll get going now. text me when you reach home,” you say and swiftly jump into a random cab on the street. meanwhile, your girlfriend stands outside the bar, shocked and confused.
“what the fuck did she mean?” aeri cries, “a break? are we breaking up? did we break up?”
minjeong and jimin only exchange glances. yizhuo is the only one who replies, “you’re just too much for her, i guess.”
“her whole personality did a 180 though? and i was being a little stupid but she wants a break? does she not love me anymore?”
the eldest adds in, “maybe it’s a build up, y’know. slowly you just became unappealing to her.”
aeri looks a second away from crying.
“unappealing?!”
“i don’t think unnie meant it like that!” minjeong quickly reassures her, “i think y/n is just taking some time for herself. you were treating her a little unkindly…”
the japanese girl only wails in anguish. her current state was so pitiful that her friends felt bad. they were of course on your side, but aeri was just so depressed that they felt sympathy towards her. she constantly looked like a kicked puppy whenever you’d reject her skinship.
it’s only been a week since you left her at that bar but aeri was struggling hard.
“how do i fix this? she doesn’t even look upset without me…” aeri asks desperately. so desperately that her friends all wince.
“ah… maybe y/n is giving you the same treatment you gave her? i mean, throughout the relationship, she didn’t really complain much even though i think if you were my girlfriend, i would have slapped you already,” yizhuo supplies.
aeri’s head turns so suddenly and sharply that her friends are startled. originally, her face had been on the table, almost sobbing at her now girlfriend-less life. aeri had forced her friends meet her in some starbucks, saying that you and her would always come here.
“fuck,” she mutters, “was i a bad girlfriend?”
“not bad, just questionable.”
“i think you should really talk to y/n and apologise.”
“yeah you were an asshole.” aeri flops back onto the table with a resounding groan.
that’s how aeri ends up on the doorstep of your apartment, flowers in one hand, and takeout from your favourite sushi place in the other.
her heart was beating out of her chest, in fear of your rejection once more. since the day you left, you only replied to a third of her messages, which mostly consisted of her asking if you had eaten or whether you wanted to hang out. you had avoided every chance to see her, except for once when she had showed up at your apartment even after you said you were busy.
aeri didn’t believe that you didn’t miss her. after spending so long together, there wasn’t a chance where you wouldn’t miss your girlfriend, right? aeri was certain that you would have run back into her arms after being distant for a day.
she was terribly wrong.
your socials, story updates, everything, showed no sign of missing her. was this a break? or a break up?
her hands trembled as she reached for your door, knocking on it.
“y/n…” aeri mumbled, “it’s unnie…”
the door almost swung open instantly and aeri was greeted by the sight of you with bed hair, unkempt pyjamas and behind you, bottles of soju accompanied by one of your friends sleeping on the couch.
“aeri unnie? what are you doing here?” you ask.
you looked frazzled. why would she show up randomly? was she here to finally break things off? of course you had already come to terms with it. with the way she was acting, maybe she had already decided to stop caring.
“y/n, i miss you. when will this be over?”
her words shock you. when was your girlfriend ever this open with her affection during your relationship? was it your absence that finally allowed her to see what she was missing?
“i’m sorry unnie, i still need time for myself.”
that were your last words to aeri. the last time she had ever heard your voice in person. after that day, you seemed more determined to avoid her. sometimes even missing lessons that aeri would know of. you had heard from one of your classmates that aeri would stand outside the lecture hall, waiting for you to come out.
her actions seemed so strange to you then. how could your girlfriend suddenly turn into a different person? she was someone who cared deeply for her reputation, so why would she willingly turn into some whipped girlfriend?
maybe you were starting to become a sadist, because whenever your friends would tell you about aeri’s desperation, it only delighted you more.
to say that you were exhilarated to see aeri at your door once again, holding a bouquet of flowers with your favourite food, it was an understatement.
“unnie? what are you doing here?” you ask, grocery bags in your hand.
aeri’s eyes light up when she sees you, her lips twitching into a nervous smile.
“i came here to talk.”
talk? you think, unnie’s so strange. she’s never wanted to talk before.
“ah, you must have been waiting out here long, come in.”
aeri’s heart nearly leapt out of her chest when you invited her in. maybe she could finally beg for your forgiveness…
your apartment seems so refreshing to be in. aeri regrets not cherishing her time spent here enough. the walls are decorated with memories from your childhood to college years. from baby photos to photos with friends and aeri. the bookshelves are lined with books that you have collected from the past few years in yonsei, developing a love for reading after becoming friends with minjeong, who also was a bookworm.
plants that you have cared for surround the living room. everything in your apartment reminded aeri of you. while aeri admires the space, you finish putting away all the groceries and return to the living room, only to see aeri spacing out.
“unnie? are you okay?” you ask. aeri turns to you, teary.
“y/n,” she places the takeout on the coffee table and sits on the couch, eyes reddening, “i’m sorry.”
“huh?”
aeri chokes out, “i’m sorry for being such an asshole to you while we were dating. i don’t know what’s wrong with me. you should have been my first priority, not my reputation, not my friends.”
“unnie, your happiness is your top priority,” you say, sitting down on the couch as well.
“my happiness is you. i don’t know why that took me so long to realise but you’ve always been the one that made me the happiest,” aeri sobs, “i’m so sorry for treating you like that. you deserve way better than how i was. please don’t leave me. i’ll become better for you.”
your girlfriend starts crying into her hands. you start to tear up too, not from sadness but happiness, that she’s finally caring.
“do you want a hug?” you open your arms. aeri almost flies into your embrace, her face sniffling into your collarbone.
you pat her back gently, “all i’ve ever wanted was for you to care. i’m glad you want to be better for me. i won’t leave you.” you want to add an apology in there too, for making her suffer during this break, but it feels like you were going back to your old ways.
“i missed you so much.”
“i missed you too, unnie. i felt really hurt when you threw me aside.”
you can feel aeri’s lips forming a pout, “i’m sorry. i was crazy for throwing away the best thing i ever had. i’m gonna try my best to be the girlfriend that you deserve. if i ever treat you like that again, please slap me.”
“did yizhuo give you that idea?” you ask, amused. it sounded terribly like something the chinese girl would advise.
“how’d you know?”
you both share a laugh and you finally feel that you have aeri in your arms. not giselle. your girlfriend, uchinaga aeri.
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The Antimatter of You
Warnings: Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader, 18+ NSFW, smut, HEAVY non-con/dub-con, drug use, possessive behavior, blackmail, manipulation, DARK. More to add. Read at your own risk!
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The scent of flowers is nauseating but with a knock on your door, Rafe ignores it as best as he can.
It’s been several days since he’s seen you, the longest he’s gone without any physical contact. His texts were met with one worded replies or none at all. Having done a stellar job of avoiding him. Taking new routes to your lectures, roommates answering the door saying you weren’t home, skipping your Ethics class, the seat glaringly empty beside him.
Rafe knew to give you some space – if only for this once. The incident with you, him and Topper had shaken you greatly, no one had ever seen such an argument between the two of you. His best friend had given him a thorough tongue-lashing that morning after your exit. A reminder from Rafe about Topper’s general creepiness towards his sister had him shutting up instantly.
Before, Rafe had believed you were slowly - but surely - getting used to him being a fixture in your life. He wasn’t stupid enough to think you were fully submitting, of course, but he knew you would be able to get there. With time.
He’s let you have your little tantrum of silence. It was a mistake to treat you so harshly, even if you had wasted a hundred dollars worth of good product.
You’re home alone today. He’s made sure of it. Camped outside your townhome for the past two hours. All your roommates had gone out for various things, filing out one by one. The only one left was the most annoying: Daniella.
While Louise and Andi gave knowing smirks whenever the group was together, Daniella always had a strained smile. As if she struggled to let him anywhere near you.
To ensure her absence, he had recruited the help of Carson. Telling him to lure his girlfriend out so Rafe could talk to his.
He rasps on the door again, calling out your name.
“Open the door. I know you’re home.” When there’s no response, Rafe fist hits harder. “Open the damn door.”
He repeats your name multiple times as he jingles the doorknob. After a few more tries, he sighs and gives up. It didn’t have to go this way.
The click of the door is quiet, Rafe soundlessly closing it as he pockets his copy of the key. Slyly walking through the foyer, the back of your head appears when he comes into the open living room. The crinkle of plastic as his hands squeeze the stems makes your head almost fall off from how fast you look behind.
“What in the actual hell, Rafe?” Pushing off the couch, you cross your arms. A faint line creased between your eyebrows and Rafe can’t help but notice you aren’t wearing a bra. “How’d you get in here?”
“Spare.” Rafe simply says. “Y’know, just in case of an emergency.”
“Or to sneak in here like a fucking creep.”
“No…for when my girl is ignoring me.”
Rafe lifts the bouquet up, savoring how you take in the view of your favorite flowers in white and faint pink. Taking a step toward you, a minute flinch ticks at your shoulders. Rafe stops.
“Well, you can throw them in the garbage on your way out.” Your ponytail swishes when you twirl back to plant yourself on the couch. “Go away.”
“Aw c’mon baby,” Groaning, he rolls his head back. He rounds the couch, standing in front of the TV. Extending his arm out, he presents the flowers again. “How about you find a nice vase for these, and I’ll make it up to you.”
The stupid comment grants him exactly what he wants, your attention on him. Eyes like needlepoints hoping to puncture him.
“You can do so by leaving.” You turn the volume up, and you focus back on the TV.
It’s the dismissal that has Rafe’s ire prickling his skin, his patience splintering.
“Alright, that’s enough. I gave you plenty a time to pout.”
Your lips puff with your incredulous. “Pout? Pout?” You swat at the bouquet. “I’m not pouting. I’m fucking pissed and tired of you.”
'Pissed off' he could deal with. The pouting is cute. Your tears are an intoxicating aphrodisiac. But to be tired of him?
Oh, no.
No, no, no.
Rafe squats down, supporting his forearms on his knees as he looks up at you through his lashes. Staring at the upwards angle of your face, he doesn’t have to wait long for your eyes to nervously meet his. Containing his anger has never been his forte. You simultaneously ignite his fire to a roaring inferno and wash it down until there’s only embers left. At the moment, he was between the two.
“I’m sorry, okay?” He blows out a breath. “I, I should’ve never gotten like that with you. Forgive me, angel?”
Leaning the flowers forward, the petals tap once against your bare knees. A deadlock between wills of opposing nature. Your facial expressions switch like the flipping of pages, the language of you becoming easier to understand the more time he spends with you.
“Apology unaccepted.”
Snatching the bouquet out of his grip, you stand and beeline for the kitchen. Rafe rights himself up, following you lazily. Playing his own game of shadow with each step and turn you make. Your slamming cabinets left and right until you find one beneath the sink, almost cracking the glass of a long vase with your force.
His gaze skims over the flimsy material of your sleep shorts, and the way your breasts slope beneath your tank top. Your hands busy themselves with arranging the stems and such, actively ignoring his presence. Hands in his pockets, Rafe takes measured strides until he’s a hairs length away from your back.
“…I never got my hello kiss.”
Your glare radiates so potently that Rafe doesn’t have to look to know it's there. Placing his hands on your hips, he walks the tips of his fingers inward and smirks when a quiver to your lower belly ripples across. Lips kiss at the tension in your shoulders, thumbs molding like dough into your sides.
“I’ve missed you…” His tongue peaks out, tasting the skin there. A hand travels down to play with the waistband of your shorts. “Missed this cunt, too.”
“Rafe – wait,” The hitching of your breath is so sweet he cups you in his wide hand in a fluid downslide. The pinching pain of your nails into his wrists has him stilling, lingering. Your neck stretches as you look back as your features pinch in. “I’m…I’m on my…y’know, period.”
He wants to believe you – truly he does – but lies spill from those pretty lips all the time so…
Frustrated whimpers break loose between your bitten lip while Rafe continues down, your head leaning on his shoulder in defeat. Swirling the tip of his middle finger closer to your hole, the touch of roped cotton has him pausing. A string.
Damn it.
Rafe sighs and trails up your slit to lightly stroke your clit once more before he’s slipping his hand out, keeping it low on your warm pelvis. It rises a rumbled chuckle from him, peering down at your weak glare. This close to your face, he can see all the small imperfections that add to the mosaic of your beauty. Gliding his other hand up, he passes a ghost of a touch to your chest before it lands with a curl around your throat. The addition of it pushes you fully into perfection.
Humming and eyes hooded, Rafe draws out a peck to your lips. The warm, soft contact is barely a kiss, just a need to feel you closer that has Rafe relaxing a fraction. “C’mon then.”
Leading you back to the couch, you resume your previous seat that looks more like a nest with a bundle of blankets, a heating pad, and candy there. Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline when he lays the warmed pad on your lower abdomen, wrapping a fuzzy throw around you then tucking you under his arm, situated to lean against him. Propping his feet on the ottoman, Rafe focuses on the TV which plays some sort of reality show.
Your suspicion rises like steam, muscles strained with preparation for flight. It isn’t until halfway through the show does Rafe feel your body incrementally slacken and by the third, you’ve fallen asleep.
So, if the show happens to stay on there’s no one around to judge.
Rafe likes it when you’re asleep. Can freely stare at you without an icy sneer or bitchy remark to ruin the moment. Just a doll nuzzled deep into the side of him resonating a humming of snores.
His peace is ruined by the vibrating of his phone. He checks the screen.
Ward
With care, Rafe eases up from the couch and repositions your head so it’s against a pillow then heads into the kitchen.
Ward hardly calls him. The proportion of Rafe’s outgoing calls to him weighs heavily unanswered. Taking a deep breath, he picks up.
“Hey, Dad. What’s up?” There’s an eager edge to his question and Rafe hates it.
“Rafe, checking in to see how you doin’?” Ward’s deep timbre carries easily through the speaker.
“Good. I’m good.” Rafe looks at the back of the couch, smiling. “Yeah, I’m actually at my girl –”
“Listen, bud,” His father starts. “You got any plans for spring break? Wantcha come down so you can help me start up this new project. It’s a big one.”
Rafe pumps his fist into the air silently, excitement coloring his voice. “No, yeah, totally! I can do that. I’m up for it.”
“You sure? This is legit business and I need you to have a clear head. That means no…partying when you’re here, ‘ight? No funny stuff while we do this. Can you handle that, Rafe?”
It isn’t the serious tone of his father’s gruff voice that has his excitement evaporating. It’s the impending disappointment there like Rafe has already fucked up. Ward giving him a chance and still expecting failure in the end. A flash of hurt burns through but Rafe shakes it off, tells himself that he deserves it considering his track record.
“You can count on me, sir. I swear.”
A pause. Rafe thinks Ward might give encouraging words. A squeeze of a hand for support, words he’s heard him tell Sarah.
Only it’s: “See you soon.” And that’s that.
The dual beep from the phone lets Rafe know Ward’s hung up, just as a ‘love you’ was balancing off his tongue. He must be busy today.
“Who was that?”
Your voice rises from the couch before your head pops up, hair all fluffy and ruffled. Eyes are a bit puffy from sleep as you blink them open. The late afternoon sun creates a soft yellow hue through the windows, catching onto strands of your hair, soaking into your skin. Rafe is momentarily blinded by the view that it takes him a second to respond.
“My dad.” Carding his fingers through his hair, Rafe smiles as the thrill returns. “He wants me to assist with a new job. This is huge for me!”
Yawning, you stretch and get up from the couch. Rafe keeps his body angled to yours, head nodding along to his babbling as you fill a glass of water.
“If he could see that I’m ready – that I’m ready to get serious, I’ll finally be a part of the Cameron legacy. My legacy. It’s about time he’s bought me into the loop…sure I’ve been tagging along since I could remember but this time, he wants my input. I’ll be able to share my ideas and he’ll have to listen.” He sighs, winded. “It’s too bad I’ll be gone for spring break –”
“Really?”
You’re at the edge of the peninsula, hip leaning against the counter as you take another sip. Your eyes shift from his to elsewhere, fingers drumming an uneven beat. Adjacent to you and with his hands braced on the counter, Rafe slides closer. Spreading his fingers apart to reach out a pinky to stroke your own.
“Don’t miss me too much.”
Scoffing, you swipe your hand away. “As if.” Your face softens a little into curiosity. “What does your dad do again?”
Shock rocks at his heart and it's damn hard to keep it in. He can count on one hand the number of times you’ve shown genuine interest in conversation with him.
“He owns a development company. Operates daily with the construction of buildings and those type of things.”
“Oh.” Your eyes are open and inviting, the slightest tilt in his direction.
Rafe steams on ahead, wanting to keep your attention. “Yeah, he started it all on his own. Born on the other side of the island. Actually made something of himself… unlike those dirty pogues down there now.”
It’s automatic to sneer out the slur. He can’t help the disgust he feels just thinking about that side of town.
One of your eyebrows raises. “Aren’t you, like, fourth generation to attend UNC?” Your chin juts out. “Wouldn’t that mean your family has had, like enough money to go for so long?”
Rafe could crack a tooth from the grinding of his teeth. You’re not the first to connect the dots but you certainly are one of the few to vocalize it.
“Third.” Rafe sucks his teeth in. “The Camerons may have started out on the Cut, but they grew to be more middle class. Only the truly elite are on Figure Eight.”
It infuriates him to no end of that simple fact. That just before he was born Ward was making his way through the Cut and into Figure Eight, the right side of the island. Where he – they always belonged.
Your eyes roll with a tilt of your head. “So, not really a pogue, not really a kook. Just an ordinary man like the rest of the world. Y’know, stepping on that island is like being in a fucked up alternate universe.”
“Don’t be dramatic.”
“I am not!” The stomping of your foot says otherwise. “It’s the worst place I’ve ever been.”
“It’s the best place.”
It’s amusing to watch your cheeks puff in frustration. “Only because of the little notoriety your family has there.”
A slow smirk spreads out like elastic, leaning into you. “Well, of course, sweetheart.”
With anyone else, Rafe would be squashing them beneath his shoe like a bug for a comment like that. With you, however…he finds he wants to know all your thoughts regarding him, the good and the bad. Suck in all the information he can, leach off every emotion you hold for him. The anger, the disgust, the begrudging pleasure.
At the same time, Rafe doesn’t have to hide behind a polite smile or use his charm to peruse you. He’s his real self. The most based form of a soul he struggles to hold onto. Wants to lay the shreds of his soul at your feet like a sacrifice, irrevocably intertwined together.
A peculiar look morphs on your face. Like when you’re working through a difficult assignment. Unmoving, focused but this time on him, which is extremely rare. Usually, you shield yourself away in a layer of ice that solidifies you.
“What?”
“What?” You parrot back, lashes blinking rapidly to break your connected gazes.
“What are you thinking about?” He angles his head low to follow your eyes.
Rafe half expects the typical retort of: ‘You don’t need to know all my waking thoughts.’
“Just…Doesn’t everyone on the island think he was a true pouge?”
So, you have listened to his rants before.
“People remember and think what they want to. Ward doesn’t have to answer to any of them.” His eyes narrow. “Why?”
Your fingers begin to fiddle with themselves. Twisting fingers in knots, squeezing the tips in a random pattern.
Again, he asks. “Why’re you so interested?”
“What? Now you’re gonna be mad I’m talking to you?”
Sass is a defense mechanism you use often; one Rafe finds the most annoying but just as addictive to combat with. It continues in his silent stare.
“I guess… I’m just confused why you would want to work with him so badly?” Your tone goes from curious to condescending within a blink of an eye. “If my dad treated me like that, I’d want to be as far away from him as possible.”
The straightening of his spine is immediate. “You don’t know shit about my dad.”
“Just that he treats you like shit –”
“Shut up –”
“Bet he’d love to know his only son is a psychotic rapist!”
His eyes bulge. A moment of stillness that enraptures the both of you. The bickering was reeving him up to ravish you across the countertop. Now, his mind whirls from the total 180 you’ve pulled on him. Never has he heard you utter those condemning words before. Rafe didn’t think you’d succumb to that dark truth, let alone say it out loud.
A scoff hiccups deep from his chest. “What fucking proof you got of that, sweetheart?” Shifting closer, your face pinches in as Rafe leers, “Your wet cunt cumming each time I force it in?”
It’s a low blow you take with stride, a flinch before you're sneering. “What about that little coke problem of yours?”
There.
There it is.
The real reason you’ve gone down this path of conversation. Nosing your way into things pretty girls like you shouldn’t concern yourself with. Much less with the intention set in your shoulders.
“You trying to blackmail me?” The chuckle comes low, barely a sound of amusement. “Oh, honey,” Rafe mocks. “You didn’t know he already knows?”
The façade of your bravado crumbles, a half step taken back with weary eyes. He tsks and cocks his head back, disappointed. With a sudden swing of his arm, the back of his hand knocks your glass of water to the other side of the room. The shattering of glass and your shriek harmonize, creating the perfect symphony to his sudden charging to you, arms an unknown mix until he shoves you against the wall.
Both hands hold your throat. Nails pierce his skin and scratch along the length trying to find a better leverage. The squeezing doesn’t stop until your eyes are pleading and swimming in the dark waters of fear.
“I may be a fuck up but I’m still his son.” Jerkily releasing you, your head wobbles on your neck. Hands barricading you in, Rafe lowers his head until your noses touch. Your panting breaths feed his next ones in.
“Don’t threaten me if you can’t back. It. Up!” His final warning is yelled, vibrating against your lips as his palms smack beside your head with each pointed word.
Your tears have gone unnoticed until you curl to the side and his lips taste the salty moisture upon your skin. Normally, the sight of them would soften his anger and harden his cock, leading the situation to hot make-up sex.
It isn’t enough. Not today.
Not when his future is within his grasp, his for the taking. Not with the knowledge of you trying to get rid of him, the idea as pointless as it is terrifying. Going to desperate measures when you should be desperate for him.
With a practiced move, Rafe retches your hair between tightened knuckles and pulls until your neck is a long arch and facing him. He ignores the pain-filled yelp and weak hands patting his chest.
“You want me to force you? Is that it, baby, huh?” Rafe hisses.
He hauls you down until your knees fold beneath you. A sick delight like seasickness rolls down to his groin as he growls. Weak defiance lives in your eyes, frowning with his name on your tongue. It's a tug of war between Rafe’s hand and your struggle to rise, keeping your hair taunt. It’s the sight of him unzipping his fly that has you hitting his thighs with a renewed alarm.
“Rafe! Stop it –”
“Keep fightin’ and you’re only gonna make it worse f’yourself.” Rafe warns another yank just to hear you shriek.
Fisting the base of his cock, he pulls it out through the opening. He aims for your mouth, but you cringe making the tip smear on your chin. Rafe tuts, guiding your head right where he wants, and flexes his arm, sure to hold you in place.
“C’mon n’ open up,” he drawls. “Take your punishment.”
Stroking up to the tip, his thumb sweeps along the ridge and tilts his hips forward, hovering just above those plush lips. Tapping the red flesh on your closed mouth, Rafe splays his hand on your chin and squeezes on the delicate bones until your jaw unhinges with a wail to relieve the pain.
Like a serpent striking, he’s pushing in before you can react. Bumping against the roof of your mouth, the rigids of your hard palate make him jerk with sensitivity and envelop the next few inches. The hot, wet rush has sparks crackling up his spine. All that heat and anger spirals down to his cock, the need to claim brooding in his balls. Grunting your name with each gag you give, his thumb caresses the corner of your lip as he watches enthralled.
A part of him wants to take his time. Use gentle strokes to coax your mouth open, train you with patience to swallow his cock just right.
Instead with a mean smirk, Rafe plunges half his cock in. The clenching of your throat makes it hard to go in deeper, the constriction of your resistance inflames his pleasure. The underside of his dick feels the rippling of your tongue like a wave, chasing after it eagerly. Your high-pitched whines are muffled by the weight of him, gargles of air getting blocked as he teases the opening of your throat.
“Can’t believe I’ve gone this long without fucking that mouth of yours.”
Saliva accumulates, thick and slippery as his cock triggers your gag reflex, spit dribbling down your jaw. Your drool coats him to create a smooth glide, lower abdomen tensing, and stuffing further in. Such a pretty sight seeing you like this, gurgling and coughing between the space of your cheeks and his cock. Eyelashes clumped, a darkening hue on your cheeks, small fistfuls of his jeans. Your gagging clinches your throat, locking him in tight before it flutters open.
Rafe allows you to pull back far enough to catch a breath. Coughing out into shaky inhales, lips puffy from abuse and slicked with combined spit and precum. Standing above you like this gives him the most delicious view of your stretched neck. From the tip of your chin to the swell of your cleavage in an expanse of skin that should be carved into marble.
Words tangle as you stutter and gasp, Rafe hushing you with faux tenderness. “I’m going to fuck ya throat now…”
Weaving his fingers once more into your hair, Rafe pushes back into your avoiding mouth. Your fighting ignites a primal urge of take, take, take within him. A bloating want fills his void. Sticky and black as tar that he wants to pour onto you, anoint you with his devoted desecration.
There is little mercy with the pistoling of his hips, ass clenching in pointed thrusts. Mummering encouragements of that’s it, such a good girl and various pitches of your name, Rafe feeds you his length with a fevered urgency. The squelching of his dick opening your throat layers with his low moans, watching as each inch disappears until your lips are kissing his pelvis.
His hips jerk involuntarily as a tickling of pleasure jolts him, your wet bottom lip moving on the sensitive spot just below his base and above his heavy balls. It feels so good and you’re not even actively sucking on him. Just a soft wet home for him to press in farther, another place he has laid claim to.
Fringes of hair droop between his eyes, almost hunched over as he pulls his hips to ram back in. Wet spots glisten on your chest, staining your tank top. A relentless pace fueled by rage and an ache.
“Fuck – ah – I’m gonna cum.” Rafe says hoarsely and tilts his head back if only to starve off his orgasm by looking away. “My good lil’ slut…swallow my cum.”
Angling your head up, Rafe slides his cock down all the way to the root. Grip tightening on your head, he rocks side to side to wiggle in as much as he can. You're choking helplessly as he fucks so deep, it feels like he might reach your heart. One hand skates down to your neck and palms the bulge, holding it there to experience the swell of it. Minuscule thrusts nudge the back wall of your esophagus, his thumb rubs up and down where the head sits.
The scrunching of your eyes and difficult breaths boosts his ego but he needs to see you. Needs you to see him.
“Look at me.” His fingers press in painfully. Eyes flickering half open, the devastation set in your irises kindles his breaking point. “Ugh,” he grunts your name like gravel between his teeth.
Stilling in the depths of you, Rafe cums.
Your muscles intuitively constrict and swallow, suctioning him with hot, white pleasure. The wet of your cheeks is like velvet as you drink his cum.
Seconds or minutes pass before he loosens his hold. Loud choking fits break between your breathing once you're free from his cock, covered in a layer of drool and residual cum. Rafe pets your hair, trying to smooth out the knots he’s made.
You’re still crying as he calms down from his high, face nuzzling into his hip to hide. God, he’s going to get hard again with you looking so pathetic.
“Did you learn your lesson, pretty angel?” Dragging rough fingers through your hair, he bunches a handful and barely pulls, your neck like a snapped cord as your head flops back. An index finger tenderly traces down your cheek to your swollen lips.
“Any more empty threats and I’ll rape your mouth until you pass out.”
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CHRISTMAS IN SEATTLE
pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!reader
warnings; pure, tooth rotting fluff, enjoy <3
summary; you and vinnie spend your first christmas as a family of three in seattle
christmas time for you and vinnie was always fun and filled with so much love. ever since the two of you became parents to a baby boy three months ago, christmas time got a little bit better.
oliver made your and vinnie’s lives so much better when he was born, bringing so much more love into your family.
it’s been an adjustment though. going from just the two of you, to finding out you were pregnant, then suddenly nine months flew by and your baby boy was here.
neither of you would change anything for the world, though.
“vin, you got the car all packed?” you asked as you ran around the house trying to think if you forgot to pack anything important.
vinnie stood to the side holding his son, smiling down at him and whispering “your mom’s crazy, i know” to him.
you stopped in your tracks, glaring at your husband. “i heard that,” you say, walking up to vinnie and grabbing onto your son’s tiny finger. “don’t listen to him.” you whisper.
vinnie let out a low chuckle before replying. “yes, babe. car’s all packed and ready to go.”
you smiled and kissed his cheek, walking over to the garbage can to throw your checklist away.
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one long and stressful plane ride later, the three of you landed in seattle. the three of you finally get to sit down for a minute and relax as you wait for vinnie’s parents to pick you up.
“you excited to see your grandparents and uncle, ollie?” vinnie asks his son as he bounces him gently on his knee.
the baby squints his eyes at his dad, making both you and vinnie smile to each other. soon enough, vinnie’s family gets to the airport and the six of you are on your way to your second home.
walking into the home, it’s just as you remember it - homey and full of love. you smile at vinnie and grab your son from his arms before walking around the familiar home.
“this is gonna be your second home, bub,” you whisper to your sleeping son as you walk around the home. “lots of memories are gonna be made.”
you hear footsteps behind you and soon a pair of arms wrap around your waist seconds later. vinnie smiles into you, kissing the back of your neck.
you turn around to face him, his arms never leaving their spot on your waist. “did your parents set up the pack and play?” you whisper to your husband.
vinnie nods and the two of you head upstairs to put your son down for a much needed nap. after you do, you and vinnie stand side by side, his arm around you once again, as you look down at your son.
“can’t believe it’s already his first christmas, feels like he was just born yesterday.” you say softly to vinnie, his grip on your waist tightens but not enough to hurt you.
kissing your forehead, you lean into him and rest your head on his shoulder. “i know, time’s flyin’.” vinnie tells you.
the two of you stay upstairs in the spare bedroom for a while, smiling down at your son, wondering how you both got so lucky to have this life.
moments later, you two make your way back downstairs to help set up for the night. you help vinnie’s mom in the kitchen while vinnie catches up with his dad and brother.
“how’s mom life been treating you?” maria asks you as the two of you plate some food and set it at the dinning table.
you smile at the mention of your son. “good, actually. it’s been rough, but having vinnie there with me helps so much.” you reply.
maria smiles. “he loves that little boy so much,” she says. “i’m really happy you two found each other, you made his life complete.”
hearing your husbands mother say that to you really warmed your heart. he made your life just as complete as you did his.
baby or not, you knew either way the two of you would be the happiest. oliver just made your guys’ happiness a million times better.
“smells good in here,” you hear someone say. as soon as you feel arms wrap around you and a soft kiss placed on your skin, you knew exactly who it was. “how’s it going?” vinnie asks.
maria smiles at her son and daughter in law. “good, y/n was just telling me how much she loves you and olllie.”
you turn around and smile at your husband, he kisses you quickly since his mother is in the room. vinnie unwraps himself from you and makes his way to the dinning table.
“this all looks amazing, mama.” vinnie says, looking up at his mother with a smile.
maria walks over to her son and hugs him, saying a quick ‘thank you’ before pulling away.
soon enough, it’s dinner time and the five of you gather around the table and enjoy the amazing dinner you had helped prepared.
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after dinner you go back upstairs to grab your son from the crib. “hi, baby!” you greet, grabbing the boy carefully and laying him in your arms.
“you ready to see everyone?” you ask as you make your way down the stairs and into the living room.
once in the room you say, “look who’s awake.” with a big smile on your face as you make your way to sit next to vinnie.
vinnie swings his arm so it’s around you but still resting on the couch. “hey little man.” vinnie says, smiling at his son.
oliver tries to give his dad a wide smile back but it doesn’t work too well, making everyone laugh.
you soon feel your son try to wiggle out of your grasp, making you look down and see he’s trying to make his way to his uncle.
you get reggie’s attention and hand his nephew to him. you nudge vinnie who is talking to his parents, grabbing his attention and have him look over to where reggie is sitting on the couch.
he smiles and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and kissing your temple.
you watch as reggie plays with his nephew, tickling his sides, making him clap his hands, and just all around being the best uncle with your boy.
“he’ll be a great dad someday.” you whisper to vinnie, making him smile.
the blonde agrees and watches as his brother hands his son to his parents now. the two of you sit in awe as you watch your little family share the love.
after awhile, oliver lands back in vinnie’s lap and you soon hear that presents were now being open.
you sit down on the floor next to vinnie with your son in his lap, grabbing all the presents for you, vinnie and oliver.
“who first?” you ask, but soon see nate pointing in your direction and saying. “i think someone has already tried to start.”
you turn to look at vinnie and see oliver grab the tiny present that’s in front of him and watch him put it in his mouth.
“okay let’s not do that,” vinnie laughs as he takes the present out of his son’s reach. he positions oliver so hes snug against vinnie’s chest and wont fall over. “we open them like this, bud.” he tells his son, opening the small wrapped present in front of him.
you look over and smile at the other three family members as you watch vinnie open his son’s gift. every little interaction vinnie has with oliver makes your heart so warm.
soon after oliver’s presents were opened, the rest of you took turns opening what each of you got for each other. as you did, you couldn’t help but feel so much love and happiness to be apart of this family.
when you and vinnie started dating all those years ago, you had a small feeling he’d be the man you marry, the woman he’d take home to for the holidays, the father of your children. you never fully know that those things would become reality.
you’re so happy they did, though. you couldn’t imagine doing any of this with anyone else. you wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.
“baby, you okay?” you feel vinnie nudge you a bit, grabbing your attention.
“hmm? oh yeah, just thinking.” you reply with a smile.
“about what?” vinnie asks, and as he does you feel a tiny finger grab yours. you smile at your son and then look back up at your husband.
“us, you,” you say. “just about how happy i am to have you in my life, to have your family, our son, in my life.” you tell him.
vinnie can’t help the smile that creeps up on him, making him give you a goofy grin. “i love you so much, sweetheart. you’ll never know how much you mean to me. having you here with me and my family, with our little family, it means the world to me.”
you start to tear up but vinnie wipes your eyes, careful not to bump his arm against his son’s head. he kisses you softly, completely forgetting he’s in a room with his parents and brother.
you smile against his lips, giving him one quick kiss again before pulling away. “i love you to the moon and back, vinnie. forever.”
“as cute as that was, can you not do that again?” the two of you hear reggie speak up, making you laugh.
you stand up and walk over to the other three people in the room, opening your arms to invite them in a hug.
“i’m gonna do it again, reg, sorry,” you say as you hug the three family members. “i love you guys so much, thank you for letting me be apart of this family.”
the four of you pull away and you give the three a warm smile. vinnie watches from where he sits with oliver and can’t help but tear up.
he picks up his son and gives him a hug and kisses his head. “i love you so much, little man.”
you make your way back to vinnie and your son, grabbing the boy from his dads arms and hugging him and kissing him the same way vinnie did.
after all the presents and ‘i love you’s’ are done, you all make your way into the kitchen for dessert. you sit next to vinnie with oliver close to your chest, and the five of you finish the night with laughs and a whole lot of love.
after dessert, everyone says goodnight and parts their ways to their rooms. you, vinnie, and oliver make your way to the spare room for the night.
changing his diaper and putting him in a sleep onesie, you kiss his head as you lay your boy down for the night.
vinnie does the same after you, saying a quick goodnight his son before climbing into bed with you.
wrapping yourself around your husband, vinnie pulls you into him and kisses you softly. “goodnight my pretty girl. merry christmas.”
you smile and kiss him once more. “goodnight, vinnie. merry christmas.”
moments later the three of you drift off to peaceful sleep, with you snuggled into the love of your life.
this was definitely one of the best christmas’ yet, and you loved every minute of it.
hiii i really enjoyed writing this, sorry it was so long , i got carried away 😭
but merry christmas to those who celebrate !! i love you all tons and hope you liked this pure fluff imagine !!!
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Hello! Love your work! Is it okay if you could write Valentino x fem!reader? Like NSFW and SFW Headcanons? Thank you, keep up the great work!!
Hi! I’m happy you like my work!!
I will give it my best shot for ya!
My opinion of Valentino fluctuates constantly, so this may seem a bit everywhere.
Valentino
Head-cannons about the famous moth pimp of hell <3
CW: NSFW content, possessive, love bombing, stalkerish, abusive, lying, non consensual drug use, plugs, sorta noncon, toxic, overstimulation.
SFW
• He in no way trusts you to dress yourself. Genuinely believes if he let you, you’d either look awful or hurt yourself. He gets Velvette to make you custom clothes in your style.
• He’s the most famous Pimp and Adult Films Producer in hell. He has more money than he can use, why wouldn’t he use that to constantly spoil his firefly?
• Absolute cuddle whore. Can and will stop his entire day if he wants a cuddle. Oh you’re busy? Forget it. Val can pay more than that stupid job anyway, you should quit, he’ll take care of you limelight.
• He uses his wings as blankets, a consequence of the cuddles is you will fall asleep on him, and sure sometimes Valentino will wake you up, but he’s just as liable to wrap you up in his wings to keep you warm.
• If he doesn’t want to wake you up and can’t keep you with him, he’ll tuck up up nice and walk in his bed, write you a note, and leave you a snack on the table.
• Constantly checks on you. Doesn’t matter if he left you five seconds ago, if he texts or calls you, you’d better answer. Claims Hells to dangerous of a place for such a pretty Coraźon, he needs to know you’re okay.
• Always has to know where you are. Definitely made Vox bug your phone. You’re the amor of the first V. He needs you safe constantly. He doesn’t know what he’d do if he lost you to his competition.
• Okay, Valentino knows he’s not that great, he knows you could find someone so much nicer, you’re such a darling it would be no hassle. But, Valentino needs you. So he overcompensates for everything. If he’s constantly around, always with a pretty word and a shiny gift, you’ll never think to look elsewhere.
• Barely ever calles you by your name, always calls you a pretty nickname, “Coraźo”, “Amor”, “Cariño”, “Firefly”, “Limelight”, and “Mi Vida” are just a few of those, wants you to always know how much you mean to him.
• Valentino only cares about your self confidence in the capacity that if you have a poor self confidence it will reflect badly on him, and will make you more withdrawn, Valentino already thinks your indescribably gorgeous, why does he need to remind you? But he does it anyway.
• Valentino is possesive. If someone else so much as breathes near you without Vals permission, you’ll find their bloody head outside your door in the morning. Always touching you when you go out.
• Has 100% slapped you when you’ve angered him before, “Oh you didn’t mean too? Too bad.” You tried to run away once. Valentino brought you back bloody and screaming. “I’m sorry Amor, you make me loco Mi Vida, never again.”
• He lovebombs you, after every fight, every disagreement, even when there nos arguments, always tells you your amazing, he loves you, “you’d never leave him.”, buys you everything and anything you could ever like.
• He gives you whiplash with his attitude towards you. Most of the time he treats you like his “preciosa princesa” showering you in as much love and affection as he can, but will also treat you like garbage. “Useless slut! ¡Solo quieres estatus, puta sucia! Leave!” He never means it. “It was — Amor, they were being so foolish today, never you firefly, I’m so sorry, let me make it up Vida.”
• Valentino owns your soul. You gave it to him freely when he drugged you, you still don’t know that Valentino owns your soul, and there’s no way for you to get it back. He doesn’t even want it to make you behave, it’s the power trip of knowing he owns you in every way.
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• If Valentino isn’t fucking you, he has you plugged full of his cum. And if it leaks? Even better. Doesn’t matter where you are, he’ll bend you over and start licking it up.
• Valentino is possessive of you. If he takes you to an event and notices anyone looking at you, he will definitely bend you over in the limo and fill your pussy with his cum again.
• Loves seeing you covered in his marks. Does not hold back, not even a long turtleneck can cover them. And if he sees you walking around wearing his marks proudly? Best prepare not to walk.
• Valentino can fuck you. If the two of you are really going at it, you won’t be able to walk of days. He will bend you in two and blow out your back.
• Loves giving you sexy presents, fucking you in the lingerie he bought you? Seeing you wearing his jewellery as he pounds you? Noticing you’ve got the plug he bought you in when he’s buried in your throat? “Fuck Vida, shittt.”
• The little noises Val makes? He makes them when he’s screwing you too. Little squeaks as he’s thrusting into your mouth, he’s wings vibrating when he’s really into it, just soft little noises as you draw pleasure from each other.
• Valentino’s never had to ask someone for permission before, and when he’s worked up he doesn’t ask you, just gets straight on with it. He will stop if you safe-word.
• Valentino’s not really big on consent, especially with his workers. With you though? For some reason it’s different, Valentino wants you to want him, not just open you legs because you were told.
• Valentino can be really rough with you, but he also loves taking his time with you, working you up and up and up slow and soft, watching as you reach your peak and fall apart so prettily, before starting all over again.
• Valentino is so verbal with you, constantly telling you how you feel, how much he adores what your doing to him, what he’s going to do tou, “My heart, Mi Vida, just like that, gonna fuck you long and slow.” “Firefly, gotta be quite so they don’t here, while I pump your pussy full of cum, gotta be quick.” “Cariño be as loud as you want, let them hear how you belong to me.”
• Valentino adores degrading you, telling you how much of a puta sucia you are, how your such a filthy slut, “you’d let anyone screw you too get off dirty slut” but he also loves praising you. Telling you your his Corazón bonito, his darling firefly, how youre “such a good girl for me, only mine, so pretty Mi Vida”, seeing your eyes glaze as you drink it all in, Val can’t get enough.
• Valentino love’s overstimulating you, fucking you until your legs are shaking, you can’t speak anymore, your moans are cut with whimpers, and you’re cumming dry? Please, he’d do it every day if you’d allow it, it only shows how well he’s doing.
• Valentino definitely has a playlist he likes to put on when he’s fucking you, setting the mood, letting you pick the song you’re going to be railed too.
• Valentino doesn’t believe in safe word really. But you were adamant you had one, otherwise you would never move past heavy petting. So Valentino agreed, he uses Charlie, you use Red. Valentino has always respected that.
• Valentino has videos of the two of you together, and some of just you, there his personal videos, no one else is allowed to ever see them. He had Vox make a secure private server even he couldn’t access for them.
Feedback is always appreciated <3
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I hope it meets your expectations Anon<33
~Vyrus
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LAW OF ASSUMPTION : AN EPIPHANY-Ⅰ
⋆ ☾ : What is the law of assumption?
Law of Assumption in it's simplest form is: WHATEVER YOU ASSUME, YOU WILL HAVE IT IN YOUR REALITY. Now, for example : if you were assuming that you're a billionaire, then BY LAW you're a billionaire. You will have it in your reality in no time!! ALL ASSUMPTIONS HARDEN INTO A FACT.
⋆ ☾ : If it’s that easy, then why do people fail?
First of all, you cannot “fail” in the law of assumption, there is never failure in the law of assumption. The LAW CANNOT FAIL YOU!! People simply don’t get their desires for many reasons, which i will discuss thoroughly :-
1. THEY ARE IN THE “WAITING” ZONE.
This is a common mistake and i see it all the time, you are NOT WAITING FOR YOUR DESIRES, your desires are already YOURS. Once you assume it, then your desire is yours, thats it. It's done. Start maintaining the state of wish fulfilled.
State of wish fulfilled isn’t being happy or excitement, it's the fulfilment and acceptance that your manifestation is yours, it's a natural feeling.
2. THEY GO BACK TO THE OLD STORY.
“Your assumption to be effective, cannot be a single isolated act, it must be a maintained attitude of wish fulfilled” — Neville Goddard
You cannot serve two masters at once, to successfully manifest you must kill the old beliefs you’ve had, you must get rid of the limiting beliefs you’ve entertained. For example: if you’re manifesting a new desired appearance, you can’t keep persisting in the assumption that you’re ugly and start tearing yourself apart, you must persist in the assumption that you HAVE your desired appearance.
3. THEY ASSUME THEY HAVE TO DO A LOT OF THINGS TO GET WHAT THEY WANT.
THIS IS WRONG! You do not have to lift a finger to get what you want, you can stay in the comfort of your bed and home to get your dream life, the only thing you have to do is get out of the comfort zone of a victim mindset. Methods, yes they’re helpful but are they necessary? no. You do not have to do the void, SATS, scripting, 5x55 or 3x33 or lullaby method to get what you want. You just need yourself and your mind.
4. THEY HAVE A FEAR OF FAILURE.
As i mentioned before, you cannot fail. So, GO ALL IN, start taking that leap of faith, nothing bad will happen, start believing in yourself and start having faith within yourself because trust me YOU CAN. You can do it.
Majority of people have this longing fear that they’re wasting their time but it WILL WORK and it's NOT A WASTE OF TIME. The biggest risk is sitting there idly by not doing anything and staying in the same position when know all this power you have!
5. LACK OF SELF CONCEPT.
Self concept is something everyone will benefit from, no matter what, take it from me. When i focused on my self concept i got better treatment from other people, people treated me with respect, i treated myself with respect, toxicity out of my life, fortune and luck everywhere i go.
Our concept of ourselves revolves around our manifestations; if you always thought of yourselves as ugly, a loser, stupid you don’t have that self respect for yourself and you dont feel worthy enough. Look at rihanna, rihanna treats herself highly and so does everyone else around her. why? because she has a high concept of herself and SHE KNOWS that she deserves to be treated with the upmost respect and she reflects that.
⋆ ☾ : So, it’s really that easy?
YES! it really is that easy, a lot of people don’t think its easy because of the way they VIEW it. Some people view law of assumption as a job or a chore when it really isn't. We assume everyday without even realising it, when we see food that looks gross to us, we assume that it most-likely tastes like absolute garbage and because we assumed it so....IT IS!
That girl in your school who you think is a snobby little privileged bully? if you changed their assumption on them and replaced it with new beliefs and maintained those new beliefs then they would change.
[There will be total four parts of this series!! Also, THIS POST IS NOT MINE. I just edited this and posted here because a lot of people need to read this]
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Muzan with a Nimona! reader? i feel like they would remind him of when he was younger and more chaotic- srry if you havent watched Nimona yet
I haven’t watched Nimona but I have the power of ✨G O O G L E✨! Ima just make us Genderfluid since Shapeshifting!
Kibutsuji Muzan
Muzan is the king of demons. Do you think he’d take time to accept nor bond with any other demon out there? Well, that’s the case for all demons… except you
You’re devilish, you’re a aspiring villain ready to drop the demon slayers with a playful manner. He likes how you don’t hesitate to take a human’s pathetic life or risk yours for his
Muzan eventually assigns you his number #2, the more he sees you and your victories in action. You’re talented with your shapeshifting ability and that undying loyalty has him laughing in delight. For once, he has a competent minion
Muzan lets you stand besides him, you have the skills to pay the bills and he finally feels pride for one of his millions of creations, a diamond in the rough. He is genuinely joyous to see you return to report to him
Muzan is not the nicest boss out there but he doesn’t underestimate or treat you like you’re complete utter garbage to him. He actually sees you as decent and therefore, he is willing to compliment you when the time’s right, where he never does to others
“Well done, Dokusha. I’m very impressed. Your draconic Demon Blood Art has proved to be worthy, come. Walk with me”
He actually feels flattered with how supportive and caring you are towards him. You’ll happily side with him, no matter what and that type of respect is something he isn’t use to. Why can’t his Upper Moons be like you?
Muzan likes the way you transform to mess with other demons. To him, it’s funny and chaotic. He may be serious by nature, but your mischief is adorable so he allows it. Go wild, Muzan will sit back and internally smile
He relates a lot to your temper. He feels obligated to try fix that anger problem of yours since it could have you dead and since he values you highly, he would rather all your habits buried then risk his favourite creation of everyone
Muzan doesn’t like how your tight-lipped. The fact you won’t express to him your issues or what you’ve done has him annoyed. Do you seriously not trust him? After all he has given to you. He may be angry at the idea but he won’t lay a finger on you
“I suspect you can handle this, better than all my useless Upper Moons, Dokusha. You haven’t been disappointing so far, I don’t believe you can ruin it”
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God DO I have things to say about this one here…
CONTROVERSIAL REVIEW AHEAD
Last Twilight: why Day’s character is a major RED FLAG 🚩🚩🚩
DISCLAIMER: I do not have anything against him as an actor. He’s a beautiful sweet talented cutie pie that is doing such an amazing job it causes me to hate the motherfluffing guts of this character.
To make this easier I’ve broken down this to five points.
Day’s personality sucks: first of all, he is a rich, spoiled child (I hope all of us agree on this one) who’s clearly full of himself, and only cares about himself. This is demonstrated in several ways, but the most blatant one is in how he believes that his tragedy is the worst possible scenario anyone could be in, and fails to have a single ounce of empathy for anyone around him unless, of course, it has to do something with him. Yes. What happened to him was horrific, and traumatizing, but he is not the only human being in the world who has problems. Which brings me to my next point.
Having a disability does not give you the right to be an asshole. “Oh but every person deals with their own stuff differently” Honey, no. The whole point is that having a disability does not make you any less than any other human being. Question: Doesn’t Day want for people to stop feeling pity for him? to not treat him differently?. Well guess what darling: that implies you also still have to be and function like a decent person. Yes, again, I’m very sorry about what he has to go through, which is a horrible and unexpected experience, and I could never imagine what that’s like, but literally no one in his life wished this upon him. He acts as if everyone around him is to be blamed for what happened.
Spoiled part 2: He has a roof over his head. A fancy one might I add. He lives comfortably. He has healthy, unlimited food, done by a professional chef, might I add AGAIN, and he does not appreciate his family and what they do for him, not even once. Does he not understand that his life could be much, much worse? I’m not saying he can’t be angry or depressed or deal with his trauma however he needs to be able to heal, but there’s a difference that he doesn’t seem to understand: being angry at a situation that is out of anyone’s control, and being angry or directing that anger to people who just want to help. Which brings me to my last two points:
Day’s crappy behavior towards his family: Lets start with the mother. She is, of course somewhat at fault for what Day has to go through. But only because she is being unreasonably overprotective, something that could have been solved anyway without Day being an absolute prick about it. (Also pick one of your children to give all your love and attention to and abandon the other? what is wrong with you). Now to his brother Night. Oh God. I don’t think you understand how angry I was when Day said “I forgive you for everything”. Bitch what the f? Forgive Night? for treating him like absolute garbage, as if he had never been your own brother? Like he planned the whole fiasco? He gets mad after the accident because his brother TRIES TO CHANGE for the BETTER. And accuses him from TRYING TO STEAL THE GOOD SON TITLE FROM HIM??! Be for real bitch. This circles back to point one: He only cares about himself. Night has been traumatized almost as much as Day because of the accident. It is obvious he blames himself and probably will never forgive himself fully for what happened. On top of that he gets an awful mother and brother? Nah. Count me out. I would have resigned from that family and go live with beautiful sweet Porjai to a small village and never be contacted by those people again.
Mhok: Oh dear. Oh dear. He is literally the greenest of green flags out there. Sure. He’s a little volatile. Sure, he has done violent things. But he would have NEVER hurt Day or any of their friends/family. My boy was just trying to do his job, cause, mind you, HE HAS NO MONEY OR FAMILY TO SUPPORT HIM LIKE YOU DO, DAY. The money and family you disrespect every single day. And what the f with telling him what to do with his life? Who the f do you think you are? Mr. Righteous? Mr. Perfect? More like Mr. Red Flag 101. Day basically broke Mhok’s heart because Mhok didn’t want to be away from him. So, first of all, I don’t believe for a second Mhok’s intentions were out of pity. Maybe they came from a place of WORRY and a little bit out of infatuation because he liked him so much and didn’t want to be away from him. But never pity. EVEN SO. IF Mhok felt “pity” for Day, the correct thing to do, as two fluffing functioning adults, is to TALK. Why did you have to go and tell him all this horrible things just so he’d leave? Why not tell him you’re proud of him, and ENCOURAGE HIM to take the job, ENSURE that it’ll work out between you? But nooooo, Mr. Red Flag had to go and break his heart cause he lacks basic decency and human empathy, only for Mhok, bless his heart, to come back after three years AND FOR SOME REASON, still manage to be in love with this awful person. And he tells him no? Break his heart all over again only for Mhok to have enough emotional intelligence for the both of them to actually come back after YOU GAVE UP ON SEARCHING FOR HIM AT THE AIRPORT LIKE A WEAK MEDIOCRE BI— ugh. If I were Mhok I’d gone and kicked his sorry ass and married a handsome Hawaiian.
Okay.
Also Day only coming to his senses after his mother tells him THE MOST OBVIOUS THING THERE IS.
“Oh Mother what was that? Loving means taking risks? It’s all about trust? and communication? Oh my, that would have never crossed my mind because I am such an idiot. Thank you mom I’ll go look for the love of my life now because you told me so”
like seriously what is up with these boys and their mommy issues? I swear the exact same thing happened in Hidden Agenda. Bro.
I love P’Aof, and his work. Loved Bad Buddy, loved Moonlight Chicken. I had super high expectations of this and, overall, the show is good. But I simply did not enjoy it as much as I thought I would, and it’s all because I couldn’t sympathize with one of the main characters.
In conclusion:
Fluff you Day, you do not deserve Mhok. sorry p’Aof I love you and will continue to support you until the very end.
oof. I needed to rant this out. don’t yell at me please I cry easily.
peace out!
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For What It's Worth
Mammon has questions, but he doesn't necessarily want answers.
Ship: Mammon x Reader...?
Word Count: 603
Cross-Posted on AO3
Answer me honestly. Am I the same as my brothers to you?
I can’t figure that out.
I shouldn’t be. I should be special. I was the first one, ya know. First one you made a pact with, yeah, but also I was takin’ care of you and all that garbage even before that happened. Lucifer put me in charge of ya. So I’m the most special one.
I want you to treat me like I’m the most special one.
I really…want to be the most special one.
I’m never anyone’s special anything.
I know that’s probably kind of a shock, seein’ how much I’m respected around here, but it’s true. My brothers never come to me when they need help. If they’re lookin’ for me, it’s almost always ‘cause they want me to pay them back some ancient debt I forgot about years ago.
But you’re not my brother. You’re not even a demon. So…
I mean, what do you think?
I’m pretty awesome, ain’t I?
For what it’s worth, y’know…
You’re the number one human in my book.
And I ain’t just sayin’ that! You’re one of a kind, you know that?
Maybe that’s why I want you to see me like that too. Like I’m worth somethin’. Like I’m worth keepin’ around.
Agh. I hate when I start talkin’ like this. I sound so mopey.
And maybe I wouldn’t normally say this to you, but I really…I need you to like me.
You don’t gotta be in love with me or any crap like that! I mean, I’m not sayin’ I’d have a problem with that, but just…like me. At least like me.
I feel like if someone like you thinks I’m worth a damn, then everyone’ll see it. They all listen to what you’ve got to say. So if you happened to be in the middle of a conversation and you went out of your way a little and said, “Damn, you know, that Mammon is one reliable guy.” Somethin’ like that? If you did that, then people would realize I’m actually pretty awesome.
You believe that, right? That I’m reliable? I mean, I get it, I’m shit at payin’ back loans and all that, but have I ever left ya in the lurch? Never! I always go lookin’ for ya, no matter what stupid crap you get yourself into!
Nobody ever mentions that. It’s always, “Mammon’s such a scumbag, he owes me 20,000 Grimm,” or “Mammon’s such a loser, he’s always borrowin’ something from somebody. It’s so pathetic!”
One of the drawbacks of livin’ in hell. Folks seem to always get hung up on the negatives.
But you, you’re no demon, so you probably see things different.
You probably see me different!
…I wanna know how you see me.
I wish I could just ask.
Why’s everything so damn difficult?
How do you see me?
Am I a scumbag who’d do anything for a Grimm?
Am I an idiot who sold his freedom for a credit card?
Am I at least kinda funny to be around? I think I could be alright with that.
But am I more than that?
Am I a friend ya can count on?
Am I a friend you can trust with anything?
Am I more than a friend?
…
That’s what I wanna ask. I wanna ask if I’m more than a friend.
But I don’t know if I wanna know the answer.
So let’s just keep things how they are. You’re still a rock star. I’m still a dumbass. But, you know… for what it’s worth…
I’m your dumbass.
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Dangerous Places: 7
You don’t know why she’d do that, she’s going to be in so much trouble later and all for you.
“Okay, just us girls now.”
“You shouldn’t have done that.” You whisper, the horror evident in your voice.
“Why?”
“He’s going to be so mad.”
“Did he look mad to you?”
“But,”
“Things are different here. Once you have his loyalty it takes losing your loyalty to lose his.” She says, “Here,” she grabs the pizza box, “you should eat.”
“Which pizza is it?”
“He got two cheese, which was weird because that man likes his pizza loaded, but now it makes sense.” She puts the pizza on the coffee table, “You want a plate?”
“Um, yes please.” You watch as she crosses to the kitchen and pulls out a plate, she hands it to you over the back of the couch. She plops down on the coffee table next to the pizza box and watches you with soft eyes. You open the box and grab a slice of pizza, not the most effective way to get your blood sugar up but it’ll do while you wait for your apple juice.
“So, how are you doing?” She asks as you slowly start to eat.
“Fine.”
“No, you’re not fine. You don’t have to guard yourself around me, you can tell me what’s really going on.”
“You won’t tell him?”
“No, not unless it’s something I have to. Self harm or something.” She clarifies and you nod.
“I’m fucking terrified. He kidnapped me and grilled me and threatened me but now he’s being all nice.” It’s like what Crossbones did, he fooled you, treated you like a princess then destroyed your life. “I just feel like it’s whiplash.”
“I’m sorry, he kidnapped you? Why?”
“Winter saw my brand.” When she looks confused you show her the side of your wrist and she pales.
“Oh my god. Why did he take you?”
“Wanted to be sure I wasn’t a threat.”
“If you’re Crossbones you’re a threat!”
“I’m not his.” You say fiercely, “I will never belong to a man again.”
“But-“
“I ran away.” You admit and she looks impressed, “and I’d rather die than go back.” Someone knocks on the door but doesn’t wait for the call to enter.
“Bunny, I’ve got that juice for you.” Steve says entering the little house again. Nat’s eyebrows go up as he brings you a full container of juice. “Do you want a glass?”
“Yes please.” He grabs one for you then pours some juice into the glass, “is that too much?”
“No, thank you.” You say as you take the glass from him. This and the pizza should be more than enough to get your sugar up. He leans against the counter after putting the juice in the fridge.
“You can go.” Nat says glancing over at him.
“She eats at least two full pieces.” He tells Nat as he pops off of the counter and heads for the door.
“Any reason I’m force feeding her?”
“Bunny, if you don’t wanna tell her I’ll leave that up to you.”
“I’m diabetic.” You tell her after he closes the door, “you’re really not going to be in trouble with him for telling him to leave?”
“Not at all.”
“It wasn’t like that with Crossbones.”
“I can imagine. Do you want to talk about it?” You stop chewing, the pizza in your mouth is suddenly like cement, “you don’t have to.” You stand and limp your way to the garbage can and spit out the pizza, thinking about how bad things got with him, the daily abuse, the assaults, it’s too hard to even think about most days. Now you’re back in, you’re trapped all over. He’s going to find you, there’s no way he doesn’t, no matter how careful Steve is. They pay too much attention to The Howlies to not notice.
“Whoa, are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“Come back over here. Sit down.” She says standing and offering you her hand but you shrink away.
“No, no I can’t. I’m, I can’t.”
“That bad?”
“He, he did things that I buried a long time ago. Being back in,” you stomach churns and you dry heave into the garbage.
“Cap!” Nat yells and you try to shush her but you can’t, you’re shaking too much. Gentle arms scoop you up and carry you back to the couch.
“Bunny?”
“I’m fine.” You tell him but he looks like he doesn’t believe you. You expect him to set you down on the couch but instead he sits down, you on his lap.
“Nat, juice.” She passes you the juice and you take a shaky sip. His arms are tight around you, almost too tight,
“Can you let me go?”
“As soon as you’re done shakin’ like a leaf.” He says gently, “if you pass out I don’t want you gettin’ hurt.”
“Oh.”
“Drink more juice Bunny.” Steve reminds you and you take another shaky sip. You’re probably going to be stuck on his lap for at least fifteen minutes if not longer.
Your shaking stops and the second it does he helps ease you off of him. Nat has been watching the whole interaction with interest and that alone makes you nervous.
You keep your eyes on your cup as the two of them talk. You’re grateful that the attention is off of you now and you’re able to drink your juice in peace.
“How are you feeling Bunny?”
“Fine.”
“Would you tell me anything different?” He challenges and you don’t say anything. There isn’t a right answer here, either you lie and say that you won’t lie to him or you admit that you were just lying. Either way he’s not going to be happy.
“You can be honest with him,” Nat says and you look skeptically over at her earning yourself another chuckle from Steve.
“I’m not worried about it Nat.” He gives you a little smile, “eventually I’ll win her over.” Good luck.
He waits for you to eat another slice of pizza, chatting with Nat and occasionally trying to get you into the conversation. You don’t say much but you appreciate them not completely ignoring you.
“Alright Bunny,” Steve says after you’ve eaten your fill of pizza and tested your blood sugar again. “I’m gonna get going, do you want me to bring you back to the bedroom again?”
“No thank you.”
“Okay, I’ll try to come back in a couple days but I’ll have some of the girls come over so you’re not alone all the time. They can get you whatever you need. Make a list for food okay? We don’t normally need to shop for dietary restrictions.”
“Okay.” You agree and he gives you a soft smile then heads out. Nat doesn’t stay much longer. You don’t blame her. You wouldn’t want to hang out with you either. You limp your way to the bedroom and go to sleep.
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starting new..?
genre: fluff
pairing: empress!sana x fem!reader (ft. empress!jihyo)
setting: ancient japan, ancient south korea
content warnings: implied abuse, slightly suggestive
“did you not see how that emperor was eyeing you at the ball? and you did nothing.” mina scoffs as she ties the rope of her robe around her torso.
“oh my goodness, you are acting like i have the authority to tell someone of high power off! i cannot be disrespectful toward someone of high status, mina. that could possibly get me killed.” you argue back.
“you could have at least given him some kind of signal, but no worries..he shall be dealt with soon. now you no longer have to deal with that disgusting emperor.” mina smirks.
“excuse me? what do you mean, your highness?” mina gave no response.
“mina…you…i can’t believe you! you…” you were so shocked in your mind, and you felt sick to your stomach as you continue to look at the empress before you.
“i did what i had to do, for you,”
“that is absolute shit!” you shout catching mina off guard. you’ve never gotten this angry with mina before.
“you cannot just go off and kill whomever you want! i do not know what has gotten into you, mina, but you are not the empress i once met before.” you felt yourself becoming breathless as you found yourself with the full truth.
“you are selfish, cruel, ignorant!” you shout.
mina looks up at you with only to be described as pure evil and fury.
“excuse me?”
“you are no fit to be an empress! you think you can do what you want without the consequences, when that is not true! you may be a high status, but you are not a resemblance of a true empress!”
mina stepped closer to you, “watch how you speak to me-”
“i was questioning whether or not i want to continue this, but after realizing who you really are empress mina, i refuse to work for someone like you! you use me, have made me question my own morals at times. you treat others like garbage in your palace. you are no empress! not like empress sana!”
oh no.
oh no no no.
“i hate you! i hate you so much i could just die-”
a harsh slap to your face causes you to stumble back and fall on the floor. you gasp holding the left side of your face.
you didn’t look at mina once as your eyes were wide in horror.
a deep sigh she let out before speaking up, “never compare me to that bitch ever again. never raise your voice at me, so much as do not talk back.”
you glance up at mina.
“i give you a place to live, i give you food, i give you the necessities to live. i even let you in my chambers and nice clothes, better than what other of my concubines wear…”
a hand grips your chin harshly, forcing you to look up at her.
“and this is how you treat me?”
tears began in your eyes from the cruel and brutal hold the empress had on your face.
“it seems you have forgotten your place in my palace. you hate me? then i will give you a real reason to hate me.”
“darling? wake up.”
a soft voice is in your ear along with a shake of your shoulder making you eyes flutter open.
the first face you see is sana bringing you relief.
“you were having a nightmare, my love.” she says as she brings out a handkerchief to wipe the tears from off your face.
“oh, i am sorry,” you softly say.
she shakes her head, “don’t apologize. you do not have to tell me about it.”
“we are close to arriving to korea.” she explains as you sit up from the bed, the covers over your legs.
“when we arrive jihyo will be there. she says she will let us stay in her palace until it feels safe to go back. i do not know how long that will be.”
you nod slowly as she takes your hand in hers, her thumb brushing across your knuckles.
“but i do not know the korean language, sana.” you say with a tiny frown.
“repeat after me; an-nyeong-ha-seyo.” you slowly repeat the syllables back to her.
“now say it a bit quicker; annyeonghaseyo.”
“annyeonghaseyo,” sana squeals happily.
“good job! that means hello in korean.” you give a tiny smile.
“i will teach you more tiny phrases. but if it is big vocabulary, i will translate for you, or momo will.” sana explains.
you lean in to take a kiss from sana, but found it difficult to pull away once you did. so did sana.
the kisses got deeper and desperate, leading to sana pulling you onto her lap where her hands ended at your hips.
your tangled your fingers in her long dark locks of hair, sighs falling from your lips each time you pulled away, noses bumping against one another causing giggles between you both.
sana’s hands slip under your night gown, going up and down along your back, then back to caress the sides of your stomach.
a sigh shakily leaves your mouth once sana’s hands near the bottom of your breasts.
but a knock at the door interrupts the both of you.
“hey, we’re arriving now! hurry!” momo says through the door before walking away.
your empress giggles as she pulls away from you before playfully patting your butt indicating to get up.
“let’s go my love.”
“jihyo! so good to see you!” sana happily says before pulling the younger empress into a tight hug.
“it is so good to see you both.” she says as hugs are exchanged between the three girls.
once jihyo is met with you, you bow respectfully.
“hello, your highness.” you repeat what sana has taught you minutes earlier.
jihyo giggles, “hello y/n. i’ve heard about you from sana. please come. i will introduce you to the rest of our friends.”
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part 2 done.
part 3 or nah?
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Ellis Twilight~ Main Route Chapter 3 + Letter
Disclaimer for route warnings | Masterlist
Additional Content Warnings: None
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Part 1
Ellis: “Escort?”
At the breakfast table, Victor had been told of my unexpected first job as ‘fairytale keeper’.
Victor: “Right! With the two of you protecting Kate, our secret will be protected.”
Victor: “Kate will be able to observe you two up close and record your sins…”
Victor: “This plan kills two birds with one stone, since it allows her to fulfill her duties as a fairytale keeper as well!”
Victor: “What do you think, Ellis?”
Ellis: “I’m fine with it as long as you are, Kate.”
Ellis: “There’s no guarantee that something like yesterday won’t happen again…I’d like to be by Kate’s side.”
Victor smiled at Ellis’ reply, and then looked at Jude.
Victor: “Of course, Jude, you’ll take responsibility right? You hate being in debt, don’t you?”
Jude: “Tch…”
(I think I’ll feel safe as long as I’m close to Ellis…)
Just because I’d been with Ellis, I was mistakenly identified as ‘Jude Jazza’s girl’ and my life was threatened…
I can’t help but be wary of Jude.
Jude: “Just don’t cry when ya see something scary, princess.”
(It’s scary…but Victor has come up with a good proposal, so I can’t be timid here.)
Kate: “I’ll be okay, I’m surprisingly strong!”
Jude: “…hah”
Jude laughed at my smile and lowered his gaze to the newspaper.
Ellis: “Then it’s settled. I look forward to working with you, Kate.”
Kate: “Yes, thank you.”
I also smiled at Ellis, and unlike Jude, he gave me a soft smile in return.
Ellis: “Come to think of it, you could speak in a more casual manner.”
Kate: “Eh…”
Ellis: “You could just say ‘ yeah, thanks’.”
Kate: “Y-yeah…thanks.”
Ellis: “Mmm, feels good.”
I was soothed by the warm feeling that Ellis had given me…
Victor: “Now that we’ve settled on a good plan, it’s time for your first mission.”
At Victor’s words, my spine stiffened.
(This will truly be my first job as ‘fairytale keeper.’)
I brace myself, knowing that this first step is crucial in gaining their trust.
Victor: “—Actually, I want you to gather some information.”
Victor: “About the kidnappings happening all over London.”
Part 2
Victor: “—Actually, I want you to gather some information.”
Victor: “About the kidnappings happening all over London.”
Kate: “Kidnapping…incidents?”
The disturbing words brought back the nervousness that was etched into my skin when I first met the members of ‘Crown’.
Victor: “Yes. All ages. From toddlers to teenagers, and of course adults.”
Victor: “What they have in common is that many of the adults were prostitutes or street performers.”
Victor: “A singer popular in the bars has also disappeared… but many of the people lived without a fixed address.”
Jude: “Since the victims weren’t very important, and their addresses were unknown, it’s hard to report them missing.”
Jude: “So, as usual, the police won’t take action.”
Sadly, as Jude had said, the status of the people working in red-light districts is looked down upon.
Behind the scenes of a glittering world, they are treated like garbage.
Victor: “So, here’s the thing…”
Victor: “Did you know that an art fair is currently being held in London and performers are gathering there?”
Kate: “Yes. It’s not as busy as the social season, but it’s still quite crowded.”
Victor: “Jude, Ellis, I would like you to go there and gather information.”
Victor: “They are rootless but they are more connected than you might think.”
Jude: “Why should I have to go? Such a pointless mission.”
Victor: “It may have something to do with the people were involved in the human trafficking that you recently took care of privately.”
Victor: “It’s the ship you’re stuck on, isn’t it? Also… I believe it’s been a long time since you’ve been on holiday.”
Apparently, this was information that Victor wouldn’t have known unless someone told him,
Jude glared directly to his side.
Jude: “…Ellis.”
Ellis: “I answered honestly because I was asked. I’m sorry.”
(Surprisingly, the power balance between those two may be equal…)
Victor: “And with that, I say, have a good day!”
Directed by Victor’s incredibly bright voice, we headed off to our mission.
(It’s even more crowded this time…!)
Appetizing aromas wafted from the gorgeous stalls lined up at the art fair venue.
It’s not just the food that makes people happy,
There were people painting pictures on the street, and people performing on large stages set up on the street corners.
As I walked around, I felt like I’d be engulfed by the lively and fun atmosphere.
(I can’t keep up, I’m so excited…I need to concentrate properly on the mission.)
(Right, let’s focus now.)
Kate: “Ellis, Jude. Could you tell me about the curses that you two have?”
Ellis: “We haven’t talked about that yet, have we?”
Ellis: “My curse is the curse of ‘Thorns’ and Jude’s is ‘The 13th Wizard’.”
Ellis: “They’re the curses that became the motif for Sleeping Beauty (Thorn Princess).”
(The curse of thorns and the curse of the wizard…)
The wizard is a villain who hates the fact that he wasn’t invited to the princess’ birthday party and tries to kill her by putting a curse on her.
(I can understand how the wizard is a villain, but…)
(What is the sin of ‘thorns’?)
Part 3
(I can understand how the wizard is a villain, but…)
(What is the sin of ‘thorns’?)
As I was thinking about it, Jude suddenly stopped and looked back listlessly.
Jude: “No need for the three of us to stick together. Go gather information.”
Ellis: “But, what about Kate’s escort?”
Jude: “You can handle it on your own.”
After saying that, he quickly disappeared into the crowd.
Kate: “…Does he hate me because of this?”
Ellis: “He’s like that to everyone, so I don’t think he hates you.”
Ellis: “Maybe it’s so you don’t end up in danger if we’re seen together again.”
(Hmm, could that really be true…?)
I gently swallowed back the words that had reached my throat.
Kate: “…Well if that’s the case, he’s a pretty kind person, right?”
Ellis: “I wouldn’t say he’s too kind. He loves tormenting people he hates and hearing their screams.”
Kate: “…”
(It’s scary how clearly I can imagine that…)
He’s the complete opposite of Ellis, who shows kindness to everyone he meets.
As if further proof, as soon as we separated from Jude, he was approached by people from all over.
Red-faced man: “Hey, you! Thanks for takin’ care of me the other day!”
Ellis: “You’re welcome. Don’t drink too much today.”
Kate: “Who was that…?”
Ellis: “He was passed out on the street, so I carried him home on my back. I don’t know his name.”
Kate: “Eh!”
(You brought a stranger home and took care of him?)
Surprisingly, that’s not the only instance—
Furniture craftsman: “Ellis, thanks to you introducing people to me, my business has gotten back on track!”
Student wearing glasses: “Good to see you again! I’d like to thank you for helping me repair my bicycle, so would you please give me your contact information…?”
Cat: “Meow”
Ellis: “You’re welcome.”
(Even the cat is thanking him…!?)
(It’s surprising to see him receiving so many thanks from so many people as we walked by…)
That alone shows how much good Ellis does on a regular basis.
Kate: “You have a wider network than even I do as a postal worker…!”
Ellis: “I guess so. I think that’s normal.”
Ellis was smiling happily when he saw the other people smiling.
(I’m sure what Ellis did for me yesterday is something he does on a daily basis.)
When he sees someone in trouble, he extends a hand to them.
A person who spreads happiness.
Those words came to mind as I watched Ellis happily conversing with the people of the town.
(I wonder if such a person would even have any ‘crimes’ that I should record…)
(Or perhaps I should say--)
(I wonder why such a kind person works for an assassination organization or for someone like Jude.)
Even though I was witnessing so much kindness from him… a question suddenly came to my mind, making my heart flutter.
Ellis: “Kate…Kate.”
Kate: “…Ah, sorry! I was thinking.”
Before I knew it, Ellis tilted his head and peered into my face closely…
Ellis: “Thinking about me?”
Part 4
Ellis: “Thinking about me?”
Kate: “…gh!?”
Like two lovers looking into each other’s eyes, our eyelashes were almost touching, and my heart jumped as he stared at me.
(Ellis doesn’t seem to be aware of it, but… it feels like he’s too close.)
The same thing happened when he came to visit me in my room the morning after I was taken to Crown Castle.
This is the second time his twilight eyes have come this close to me, and I look away as I feel the heat rising to my cheeks.
Ellis: “Ah, hit the nail on the head.”
Choices:
1. I was thinking about you, Ellis.
***2. How do you know? +4 +4 **
3. It’s not a hit
Kate: “How do you know?”
Ellis: “Hmm… How do I?”
Ellis smiled and handed me a mug with steam rising from it.
Ellis: “Yes, while you were thinking about me, I got some milk tea from the shop over there.”
Ellis: “Thank you for helping me with the delivery the other day.”
(….Ellis, you’re a scary man…)
Ellis lowered his long eyelashes, took a deep breath, and took a sip of his milk tea.
Ellis: “If there’s anything you wan to ask, just ask.”
Kate: “…Yes.’
Ellis: “‘yeah’, right?”
Kate: “…Ellis, why are you in Crown?”
Ellis: “Victor invited Jude, and Jude agreed, maybe that’s why?”
(Since Jude joined, that means Ellis joined…?)
Kate: “Why are you with Jude?”
Ellis: “You’re full of questions.”
Ellis smiled and wrapped his hands around the mug.
Ellis: “Before I met Jude, I was living here and there.”
Ellis: “I happened to meet Jude when I came to London.”
Ellis: “A lot of things happened and I made a promise.”
Kate: “A promise…?”
Ellis: “In exchange for me working for him, Jude will grant my request.”
Ellis: “So… until then, I’ll be with him.”
The feeling that something would happen if I continued to listen made my heart race.
Kate: “Ellis, what was your request…?”
Ellis: “It’s—”
Performer with a fancy hat: “What!?”
(…!?)
I was surprised by the loud voice, and when I turned, it seemed that right behind me was the back of a special stage.
The performer was scratching his head in confusion.
Performer with a fancy hat: “Without both I can’t go…I’m so disappointed…!”
(Neither have come… other performers maybe?)
Kate: “Ellis.”
Ellis: “…yeah.”
Part 5
Performer with a fancy hat: “Without both of us, I can’t do it…I’m so disappointed…!”
(Without both… another performer maybe?)
Kate: “Ellis.”
Ellis: “…yeah.”
--“What they have in common is that many of the adults were prostitutes or street performers.”
We exchanged glances and headed toward the performer who had a troubled look on his face.
Kate: “Um, excuse me.”
Performer with a fancy hat: “Hmm? Oh, sorry folks, but my stage is in ten minutes!”
Ellis: “You just said that you can’t go…”
Performer with a fancy hat: “I haven’t heard from my companion who was supposed to come out with me.”
Performer with fancy hat: “I wonder how many people this is… it’s been a little weird lately.”
(He hasn’t heard from them… and multiple people…)
(If we talk to this person, we might learn something.)
Ellis: “If you don’t mind, I’d like to hear more about that story.”
Performer with a fancy hat: “I’m sorry, but I don’t have time for that right now! I have to quickly think of a performance I can do on my own.”
After waving his hand to shoo us away…he looked straight at our faces again, as if he had just had an idea.
Performer with a fancy hat: “It would be a different story if you folks would cooperate with me on stage.”
Performer with a fancy hat: “Haha! What am I saying? No matter how desperate I am for manpower, getting amateurs involved is a no-no.”
As he shook his head, as if saying it was just a momentary flight of fancy, Ellis quickly closed the distance between them.
Ellis: “Cooperate? What can I do?”
Performer with a fancy hat: “Haha! What are you so excited about? I was just kidding.”
Ellis: “But if I cooperate with you, you’ll tell me all the details, right?”
Performer with a fancy hat: “…Why is that, brother, you’re just ‘curious’ right?”
He looked at us, his nice-looking face contorted with confusion.
Performer with a fancy hat: “But giving information about one of your friends comes with a certain amount of risk.”
Performer with a fancy hat: “I can’t guarantee that you don’t have any malicious intent. After all, this is our first time meeting.”
Kate: “What can we do to get you to trust us?”
Performer with a fancy hat: “I suppose…”
Performer with a fancy hat: “If you don’t complain even if you’re the target of a knife-thrower, or tied up and submerged in a fish tank…”
Performer: “I might be able to trust you.”
(Target of a knife thrower…!?)
Ellis: “Okay. I’m good at that kind of stuff.”
Not confused like I was, Ellis fearlessly agreed to the conditions.
(As expected, he’s used to going to business meetings with Jude, so he’s used to negotiating…)
I thought that Ellis’ cooperation with the sow would be enough to seal the deal, but the reality was not so easy.
Performer with a fancy hat: “Tch-tch-tch… it won’t work if it’s just you, my brother. I need your girl’s cooperation too.”
Ellis: “…Why?”
Performer with a fancy hat: “Why for the sake of the show, of course!”
Performer with a fancy hat: “An emotional finale about a tragedy that tears lovers apart! It’s sure to get a lot of applause.”
(…knife throwing… tied up in a fish tank…)
Ellis looks at me with concern as I slowly turn pale.
Ellis: “Kate, you don’t have to force yourself.”
(Ellis was the target of Victor’s knife throwing, so I’m sure he’ll be okay.)
There’s no way I could imitate that extraordinary physical ability, but…
It’s up to us to get information from this person.
(In this case, I have to trust Ellis and this performer and just do it…)
Kate: “I understand, I’ll cooperate.”
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cupping their cheeks and giving them a peck on the nose or lips - graveyard watch
It’s still a relatively new thing, whatever it is that is happening between them. Jon’s not stupid; he knows what’s going on, even if he doesn’t know if he’s ready to label it quite yet. The thing is…
It seems too convenient. Too good to be true. Jon doesn’t get nice things. No, Jon gets Leitners and burns, scars and worms and promotions that don’t make sense. Jon gets accused of murder, of manipulation, of having power that he doesn’t understand. Jon gets talked over and ignored and treated like garbage.
So how is he to believe that this man - this handsome, patient, laid-back man - has an actual interest in him?
“You’re thinking too much.” The voice is a baritone, speaking slowly but firmly as Oliver finishes his rounds with the plants decorating his flat. Jon furrows his brows and opens his mouth to protest, only to have Oliver raise an eyebrow and smirk at him. “You’re making the face again.”
“I- wha,” Jon sputters, scrubbing a hand over his face as Oliver chuckles and heads into the kitchen where the coffee is brewing. “I do not make a face.”
“You do. It looks something like this.” Oliver leans his hip against the counter and rests an elbow lazily on the old top as looks at Jon. He wrinkles his nose slightly and purses his lips, almost tilting them down, and scrunching his eyebrows just so to get a small crease between them. “It’s cute. I’d like it, if it didn’t usually mean you’re talking yourself out of something.”
“I, you - I’m not cute!” Another thing Jon doesn’t know quite how to accept is how casual Oliver is with compliments. They appear to be sincere ones, too, without any strings or expectations attached. Wrong, because Jon is hardly the cute type, but sincere nonetheless.
“Yes, you are.” Oliver reaches into a cupboard to pull down two old mugs from the top shelf with an ease Jon envies. “But that’s not the point right now. What’re you thinking about?”
Jon immediately looks away. How does one admit they’re stuck struggling to believe that they’re worthy of someone’s attention? That the affection bestowed upon them makes them fearful that they’re somehow tricking someone into loving a version of them that doesn’t exist? He knows that it’s easy to tell he has poor self-esteem and even worse self-worth; Oliver had said as much when they’d first met in person. That should, in theory, make it easier to bring this up, shouldn’t it?
But if he admits that he’s struggling, then he admits that he’s failing. Failing to be what Oliver needs him to be, failing to be a halfway decent partner in this relationship. And Oliver deserves so much more.
Warm hands cup Jon’s face suddenly, bringing him out of his mind to find Oliver crouching in front of him. “Hey,” Oliver says, nearly a whisper with how close they are. Concern is etched among the wrinkles of his face, affection laced in the words he speaks. “What’s wrong?”
Jon swallows. “What if…” he starts and god, he wants to duck his face to avoid seeing how Oliver reacts to him. He won’t. Oliver’s grasp is loose to allow him the freedom to do so, but he won’t. Even if he’s failing at every other aspect of this relationship, he will at least give Oliver this. “What if I’m not… good enough?”
Oliver’s eyes search his face for a long moment. “Good enough for?” he prompts after a second, even though Jon’s fairly certain he knows what Jon’s referring to.
Jon sighs, long and sad. “You.”
“Mmm.” Oliver rocks forward and places a soft kiss on Jon’s forehead, lingering long enough to ensure the skin continues to tingle after he pulls away. “It’s that kind of day, huh. Let me get the coffee and then why don’t we curl up under a blanket. Are there any documentaries you’d like to watch, or should I put on whatever catches my attention?”
Jon can’t explain it, can’t put into words why this reaction calms him more than if Oliver were to attempt to reassure him that he is good enough. He can’t put a lot of things into words, actually, about his turbulent emotions and how Oliver somehow manages to be a steady anchor through it. It doesn’t need to be verbalized, he supposes; that’s no what matters. Oliver reaches behind Jon to tug down the blanket he owns that is sinfully soft (one that Jon became obsessed with the first time he touched it) and drapes it over Jon’s shoulders.
Clearing his throat, Jon pulls it tighter around himself. “A, uh. A documentary would be lovely.”
Oliver nods and hands him the remote. “Here. I’ll be right back out with drinks. Stay out of that head for me for a few minutes, okay?”
Jon chuckles. “Yeah. I’ll try.”
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Is It Really That Bad?
When it comes to infamous animated films, few are treated with quite as much revulsion as Mars Needs Moms. Based off of Bloom County creator Berkley Breathed’s storybook, brought to life by ImageMovers Digital (who created The Polar Express, that...beloved?… Christmas classic), distributed by Disney, and produced by Robert Zemeckis, the film really had the deck stacked in its favor… and yet, it quite infamously fumbled.
It released to become the 12th worst opening for any film in three thousand or more theaters, netting only $6 million on debut, and then proceeded to only gross $39 million dollars worldwide—and that’s including 3D theaters. With a budget of over $150 million, this cause a net loss of over $110 million dollars, which unsurprisingly led Disney to cut their losses and shut down ImageMovers Digital… which is what I would really rather say, but the depressing fact is that Disney nuked the studio before the movie even came out, as if they knew they had a massive bomb on their hand and wanted to punish the studio ahead of time.
As divisive as the studio’s animation was, it’s never really fun seeing an animation studio get scrapped like that. With its death, we lost some interesting film concepts, such as a remake of Yellow Submarine (which would have probably been even trippier with the motion capture animation), Roger Rabbit sequel, and a kaiju throwback film by Michael “Trick ‘r Treat” Dougherty called Calling All Robots. Say what you will about the studio’s output, but it’s genuinely a damn shame these ideas never came to fruition.
Over the years, just about every animation critic worth their salt has given this movie shit, from Mr Enter to the Nostalgia Critic, and Disney has largely seen fit to sweep this under the rug and pretend it never happened. But I can’t do that, can I? Y’all voted for me to watch this for the first time over a decade after it came out, and see if it’s really that bad. Did this movie manage to prove far better than its infamous reputation, or am I gonna have to put myself in a Martian memory extractor?
THE GOOD
Milo is actually pretty believable as a kid. I know some people find this character really annoying, or bratty, or obnoxious, but… that’s just how kids are. He’s a little bit of a shit and doesn’t understand the gravity of things he says sometimes, but he has a good heart and when it gets down to it he does all he can to save his mom. Like he’s just a child in need of harsh life lessons, typical of any fantastical family film. In a movie brimming with awful characters, he’s easily the least worst. Joan Cusack as the mom is pretty good, getting some funny line deliveries, and I’m sure she’s made someone’s list of “Hottest Animated MILFs.”
I think the core ideas behind the Martian society are really fascinating. Here we have a fascist, sexist dystopia. Every quarter of a century children are hatched, and females are passed off to nanny-robots to be raised while males are tossed down the garbage chutes to become feral, hairy wild men. The nanny-bots are programmed with the memories of abducted human women, memories which are forcibly extracted in a very fatal process. The women are then made to serve as the enforcers of the fascist regime, ruled over by an aging ruler who governs with an iron fist and doesn’t accept deviance from her desires, desires stemming from a deranged belief she is bettering society with her straw feminist viewpoints. On paper, it’s all very deep, dark, and intriguing.
The operating phrase, of course, being “on paper.”
THE BAD
Let me just get this out of the way: The animation is awkward, uncanny, and unpleasant. This is not a new or interesting observation, so I just wanted to get it over with as soon as possible, though it does feed into a few other issues, particularly the design of Ki.
Ki is just absolutely aggressively female in her design. Like, she’s pink, she has those curvy hips, she’s just really in your face about being a girl Martian. And yeah, the girls are the ones we see a lot of because of how the society is structured, but she’s so glaringly feminine it’s kind of obnoxious. Like she’s clearly given this overly polished design because she’s the beautiful, heroic lead character; other Martians do not look nearly as pleasant as she does. That’s not even getting into the obnoxious decision to have her speak in outdated hippie slang, a decision that’s about as pleasant as jamming splinters under your fingernails.
She’s not even the most annoying character, though. That would be Gribble, played by Dan Fogler, the fat dude from Fantastic Beasts. You’d think that because he was the best part of those flaccid spinoffs he’d be the best part of this movie, but you’d be absolutely wrong. He’s every annoying comic relief trope smashed into one incredibly obnoxious character, and considering almost no one else in this movie is likable at all he really sticks out as being unpleasantly annoying. It doesn’t help that the single moment they try and give him depth—when he recounts to Milo the harrowing experience of watching his mother die as her memories were extracted, so close to saving her and yet so far—is immediately followed by Ki showing up and Fortnite dancing and spitting out some more of her obnoxious slang.
And that right there really highlights what’s wrong with this movie: It is tonally inconsistent to an absurd degree. With a title like “Mars Needs Moms” and the general atmosphere of the opening as well as the marketing really lead you to believe this will be a simple, silly family comedy where a kid learns to appreciate his parents a la Jimmy Neutron. But then we get into the Martian dystopia, the explicit mass murder of moms, the grim visuals, the constant peril, and it’s pretty obvious the film wants to be serious and say something as well… all while keeping the funny wisecracking fat guy mentor, the Fortnite dancing monkey Martian men, and the pink and perky alien hippie graffiti artist who loves to talk like she just stepped out of Woodstock. It’s not impossible to handle two wildly different tones in a film, but to say this movie bungles it is an understatement; it ultimately causes the film to lack any sort of identity and just dissolves into an ugly mess of interesting ideas and confused writing that is impossible to take seriously.
IS IT REALLY THAT BAD?
The short answer? Yes, this movie is really, truly awful. But a short answer is pretty unsatisfying, isn’t it?
I was honestly, genuinely hoping going into this that the critics were wrong and maybe there was something to like here… and yeah, there were a couple of things I thought were done pretty decently, but overall the movie is just an incredibly sloppy and tonally inconsistent mess that never really settles into what it wants to be. It actually had me thinking about another movie while watching it, and that movie is The Guyver. While I’m saving a full review of that for when I bring back Michael After Midnight, the film had the same sort of wild tonal whiplash that Mars Needs Moms does, a sort of dissonance in the story where it can’t decide if it wants to be dark and edgy or lighthearted and goofy. But while I don’t think either film is particularly good, I think the fact I find The Guyver to be infinitely more valuable as a film highlights the strength of live action cinema over animation. Jarring tonal inconsistency is just so much easier to swallow when you don’t have to look at some of the ugliest animation you’ve ever seen, y’know?
Mars Needs Moms is honestly quite a bit worse than that score would suggest. This is definitely one of the worst animated movies ever made, unlike what happened with The Emoji Movie, I don’t think the overwhelming revulsion towards the film is over-exaggerated by much. Like, yes, this isn’t the worst movie in human history, nor even the worst animated movie, but the fact that it’s not only bad but bad enough to ruin an entire studio makes it kind of legendary in terms of badness. At least Sony Animation was able to put out the two best Spider-Man movies ever made after The Emoji Movie flopped; ImageMover Digital got no such second chance, and not only went under but dragged the entire motion capture animation style down with it. I think it tarnishing an entire style alongside everything else (and thus probably being partially responsible for the lack of a Tintin sequel) really seals the deal on this being a piece of shit.
I’d honestly drop this film into the low 2s at best. It’s a bottom 100 contender for sure, and it’s far worse than some of the movies on there. Gigli? This movie is way worse than that. Cats? That movie is way campier and has far funnier use of uncanny valley animation. The Room and Trolls 2? Those are both way too funny to be worse than Mars Needs Moms. Fucking Batman & Robin? That’s an actual solid movie, how is it rated lower than this? Hell, I’d even say The Emoji Movie is better, because at least it doesn’t hurt to look at.
The thing is, while I think it’s objectively awful, I can’t say I can personally muster up too much hate for it. It’s so confused tonally that it’s almost fascinating to watch. If you’re a bad movie connoisseur like I am or just generally fascinated by bombs of this magnitude, it’s worth a watch. But outside of that, this movie is just too messy to really find even a cult audience. So if you don’t fall into that weird niche of people who watch bad movies for some reason, don’t bother. You’re not really missing anything valuable.
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