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✧˖ ?!— THE ASSHOLE THAT MIGHT MAKE YOU FORGIVE & FORGET. - (NSFW.)
— ‧₊˚ — 🍸: "wanna make you hate being touched by anybody else but me, i'll be so selfish with you ??"
summary. despite your best efforts at avoiding your much-hated hookup boxer, he somehow finds a way to your apartment claiming he's here for your own good benefit, being a total ass- does he even have the ability to change? well, he's determinded to make you forgive & forget... in his own unique ways!
notes. haven't written full blown smut in quite a while aaahhhh also my longest fic up to date??? - this is part two of TWO WHORES IN A ROOM, THEY MIGHT KISS but can be read on it's own.
warnings/includes. (MDNI!!) non idol! jungkook x f! reader, they still kinda hate eachother sry (tiny bit of character development in the middle tho), elements of angst, making out, he's a bit of a dick :/, reader is kind of a therapist (pls don't go around in real life trying to fix ppl!!), tit/nipple play, riding, kook sub tendency towards the end, unprotected sex (she's on the pill tho), not proofread :/
you starred blankly at the text bubble he sent you a minute ago, hell- it was 2 am- you blinked repeatedly, reading it once more:
unknown number (jeon ) : i'm outside your apartment
you've done your absolute best avoiding him at all costs, you couldn't no- you shouldn't at all, never ever form a connection with him and though you'd usually be okay with having a little fling, you didn't want to be associated with him nor did you want to see his face. it was a hate fuck, nothing more, nothing less - but he always knew just how to ruin your plans.
you looked outside the window, actually sighting a figure, a motorcycle close to them as the person lifted it's head shortly from their phone, you quickly typed in a response.
y/n ( reader ) : how do you know my number, how do you know my adress and what makes you think i'll open the door
unknown number (jeon ) : i'm cold
the simplicity of the incoming answer, made you roll your eyes, opening the window instantly after reading yelling out to the person: "i'll call the police for stalking"
he instantly yells back, "you don't actually have any intentions of calling the police. you want to see me" with every word stepping a bit closer to your apartment, now practically being next to your door.
"ha," you let out till full blown starting to laugh, "i wanna see you?" the smile from the laugh still plastered of your face, "you really think so?"
"oh i'm sure of it, what else is there to do on a saturday night? i just know you've been thinking bout my big dick all day, i know it makes you sick- but y'know what? i'm here to fix it for you" he looks up to you while delivering his dialogue in a sarcastic tone like he's the savior of the world, his smirk coming back once more.
you skipped down the stairs, opening the door just a few centimeters, enough to see your face, not enough to completly look into your apartment, answering him back now face to face, giving him a rather unimpressed look: "right, you showed up but somehow u're still blabbering 'bout me wanting you here, but whatever go on- tell me i'm the needy cockslut who wants you right now"
his hands reach out to presumably touch your tits as you make the split of the open door a little smaller so his hands won't fit through while he makes a tiny sound of disapproval in the mean time almost like a 'tsk tsk' until he starts talking again:
"you're standing here in your pjs at 2am opening up your door for no other then me and that says just enough"
you stand there silent for just a few seconds till bouncing back on his answer, "don't get it twisted, i wanted to see what you have to say for yourself-"
his smug little smirk on his face grows bigger as you speak, his words dripping with sarcasm as if you're playing right into his hands "oh so you are interested in what i have to say?"
"very much so but so far you've been talking a lot of shit which doesn't necessarly surprise me either"
jungkooks grin still remains maybe even gets bigger, his voice dripping of sarcasm, "oh c'mon you love anything that has a dick for you to suck on, you're not big on words"
you open the door a bit more further, sighing like you're tired: "well quite frankly i don't feel like having your dick in my mouth"
he runs his hands through his hair, few seconds of silence passing when he finally responds now a little more serious: "are you really gonna act like you didn't enjoy the last time we're together?"
you gulp, for the first time avoiding eye contact: "well not everything revolves around sex"
"ah well isn't that cute, trying to play innocent?" his smile suddenly disappears, his brow furrowing as he gives you a serious look, "look at me. right on the eyes"
you look him in the eyes again, voice getting just a bit louder: "you don't get it, you see any pussy and jump straight onto it then leave which would be fine- but i don't want us to be fuck buddies, i don't want us being awkward at work, i don't want to form an attraction beyond sex to you in any way and i won't even risk it- and you? you don't even think about anything, you just think with your dick"
his eyebrow raises as he lets out a chuckle and rolls his eyes, "yeah, yeah i guess i am quite a shitty guy for not wanting anything more than just to dick you down for all eternity"
you rest your head on the wall next to the door in frustration, making a sound close to a sigh again: "you'll leave me in a week, i'll get attached, you'll make fun of me- i don't want that" surprisingly honest and serious.
he stares at you for few seconds longer, you're not making eye contact anymore, still pressed on the wall your head facing downwards. he sighs and his eyes close as he takes a deep breath as if preparing himself for what he's about to say: "you really think that little of me huh?"
you respond calmly though still avoiding his eyes, admitting in all honesty: "you've given me no reason to think more of you"
and for the first time since you've ever seen him, you see jungkook generally hurt, his eyes not settling as he begins to slowly nod like he understood, taking a step back from the door, "i'll leave you alone"
you watch him take a few steps- but you just can't do this. he was right, for the first time in everything he has said so far- he was right: you wanted him. you didn't know if you wanted him beyond sex but you weren't gonna figure this out right now either so you made the spontanous gut decision, you swiftly walked behind him- grabbing his arm, stopping him.
"you can call me a dumb whore- but i've changed my decision, i don't want you to leave"
you can almost see his brain working your words out one by one till he returns to good old self, voice thick of sarcasm, a sly grin making it's way onto his face once more "oh and why's that?"
"can you shut up?"
it's a messy kiss. desperate, longing, needing - telling. his hands not settling, moving all across your body, squeezing and kneading wherever they can in a matter of time you both stumble back into your apartment, lips not breaking apart not even once even as he closes the front door with his foot, deepening the kiss mean while.
you get pushed back onto the couch, your lips still locked together as his hands move under your clothes, taking off each item of your clothing at lightning speed, like he's trying to tear them all apart.
you break away in the mean time to breathe as you basically pant, taking the short time to look down onto yourself, practically naked then look at him who still had way to many clothes on for your liking, "not fair" your words barerly good said as he basically swallowed them by kissing you once more.
he shifts his position again, wrapping his arms around your bare waist, pulling you onto his lap, groaning into the kiss, trying his best to combine keeping you in place with one hand and cupping your face rather violently with the other.
"please," you pull his pants just a bit to get your point across, "not fair" repeating what you already said like a broken toy in addition you pouted which y'know gets u sympathy points usually, you wanted to feel him- it was only fair.
"oh look who's upset?" a grin splarred over his face, tone mocking maybe even belittling, "you'll have to earn it" running his fingers through one of your hair strands till his gaze returns to your eyes.
"i thought we were over this," you whined till throwing your head back in frustration, "please, i was so nice"
"nice? you called me a shitty guy, thought little of me and basically called me a womanizer among other things." he puts both of his hands on your knees and spreads your legs apart more so you sit wider on him, "and you really think that 'pretty pretty please' is gonna be enough?"
no matter how good he was of a fucker, you weren't just gonna throw away your morals for him completly so you bluntly responded: "the fact that i'm even on your lap right now after some of the shit you said is pretty damn nice of me"
"fair point" he admits and his hands wander up your body once more, tracing each and every curve of your body, holding you down tightly to stop you from moving "you're not a nice girl. you know what you are?"
you responded instantly before he could say anything, putting a finger on his mouth to pervent more bullshit coming from that pretty mouth of his: "don't call me a whore, i won't tolerate slut shaming anymore when you're just as much of one as me, if not more"
he squeezed your thighs during your little speach, acting like a brat who doesn't give two shits about whatever you're saying, "you know i love it when you try to play this 'respect me' act, acting like you really are not some little whore that just wants to get pounded into a matress till she can't take it anymore"
you rolled your eyes immediately, taking in a deep breath: "everytime i have the feeling like i'm getting somewhere with you, i'm talking you developing your brain from teenage boy age 13 to 14, you piss me of even more- god i fucking hate you"
he leans forward, his body even closer to yours, a cruel smile crossing his face, "oh i love the way you get angry" his hot breath hitting your face and his eyes locked into yours, "it makes you look so helpless"
you get closer to his face, now inches apart to make sure the next few sentences really get to him: "i just want you to know that whatever you'll think after this whole thing, i want you to know that you didn't magically pull me in, i'm not helpless neither are you the only person with good dick in this shitplace, you're an avaible option that can be replaced at any given moment, you are a whore that goes around and gets used, no matter how much you hate that fact or not, it's the damn truth, so start being a fucking man and accept it, suck it up" you say something he'd say to you, a taste of his own medicine if you will.
you see it on his face that you've managed to finally get to him, like he's actually taken aback by something for once. your words seemed to cut him deeply and he just stares at you, his breath shaky and his eyes big, wide doed like you've never seen before.
"okay," you take his hands away from your thighs locking them with yours, face still close to his, holding eye contact, "it's okay, it's okay to have sex, it's okay to want to live a free live but you have to communicate that and stop being a prick, stop using girls, stop blowing your ego up and then maybe we could have something" you whisper it as calmly as she can, squeezing his hands every once in a while like you actually want to help him.
he looked onto the both hands locked together till squeezing your hand back, his voice trembling as he tries to remain calm when speaking, "why are you still being so nice to me?"
"you know you do this thing where i look at you and you say something so good, so rational and it happens every once in a while where i think to myself- this is why i can't leave our whole thing alone cause somewhere just somewhere there still is that one valueable dude, it's just-" you sigh, till burrying your head on his shoulder in frustration, "i'm so stupid, i feel like i'll always come back to you, i don't know if that's good"
he almost automatically wraps his arms around your figure and now is the time where you actually do feel helpless in his arms, god- you were so stupid.
he buries his face in your hair, breathing you in, he didn't want to feel this vulnerable around you- it almost hurt to let his emotions show "oh c'mon- don't say that, please" his voice is shaky and his words carry a clear feeling of hurt.
"i always used to say that i don't believe that people can change, it's funny how you try to make excuses and loopholes for your morals when you actually experience something on your own," you straighten up your posture, removing your head from his shoulder, avoiding his eyes while trying to gather your thoughts.
his voice still carries the same shaky emotion as he speaks "why are you avoiding eye contact?" he burries his head against your chest, rubbing against it like trying to make you look at him, softly beginning to lick the skin.
the more he nibbles and licks on your skin, the more little mumbles against the skin are hearable, "i'll make you forgive me" or "i'll make you forget" - it's like a trance.
his tongue getting to your tits, "look at me, please" he pleads like not having your attention on him even for just a few seconds is a crime sentence - at the same time wrapping his lips around one of your hardened nipples, sucking with just as much passion.
he leaves thick traces of saliva on both ones, an occasional muffeled moan slipping out, "could do this forever, i could die happy with one of- mmh" giving both of them his full diverted attention like he had to make sure the other one doesn't feel left out.
when his head comes up from your chest, his eyes are half-lidded, hair is all over the place, a little bit of saliva in the corner of his mouth yet he instantly cups your face kissing you again and again.
everytime he breaks away just shortly to breathe he whispers something into the air then immediately kisses you, swallowing the words like they were dangerous to fly around unanswered.
"wanna do this forever, have you on my tongue over and over again till my tongue goes numb, till i can't taste or feel anymore"
"wanna have you in every position you can think of, wanna fuck you so much your body only remembers me, my shape, my dick- everything, only me"
"wanna make you hate being touched by anybody else but me, i'll be so selfish with you"
dangerous words.
dangerous words that feel a bit to real.
it's so evident he has long lost any control over himself, those eyes still so doed like he's begging you to give in, fully drop your boundaries, to give into his fantasies. eyes locking with yours to speak up just once more like he's admitting something, voice more quiet:
"fuck it, i'm already way to selfish with you"
your hands find the zipper of his pants right before opening, pausing to say something yourself, "i'm selfish too, i choose what i want in the moment instead of what would be better for me in the longterm" you pressed your lips onto his almost to shut down your own thoughts, the important ones, the conscious ones that were barerly left till breaking off again, "i don't care, not right now"
you can already feel his hard cock rub against your panties through the jeans material, "i'm so hard it hurts" he looked at you so pleadingly like you were the doctor with the medicine to safe his life, like this was a do or die situation, a tiny cheeky pout on his face, "can you fix me?"
you didn't know if he was talking about himself as a whole or his cock but regardless you took his hands in order for him to stand up so it would be easier to remove his pants and boxers doing it all in one swift motion.
making him sit down onto the coach once again, he whined at the feeling of cold air on his bare skin and you not immediately sitting down onto him, you strip down your pretty ruined panties, his eye not knowing where to look as he played with his lip ring, tilting his head like he's tryna get a better view.
his hands reach out practically on their own, yearning to get his hands onto anything yours, "sit down, ride me" jungkooks tone shaky yet he tried his best to hide that (not rly working) as he added a tiny quiet "please" at the end of it, barerly audible to the average ear.
you couldn't help but chuckle at the fact that he was behaving like a child (nothing unusual) but the laugh got cut of by a moan as your pussy practically swallowed his length, his hands instantly quite harshly going to your hips, leading you- maybe even guiding.
"fuck yea-" his voice so awfully strained as his both of your hips moved in sync, his fingernails digging into your soft skin, making you groan.
"missed this pussy so much," he moaned out, throwing his head back onto the coach headboard till he weakly added: "so obssesed with you, i've been wanting this tight- mmh, fuck- ever since-"
he couldn't finish his sentence neither did he look like he could form any coherient thoughts, face scrunched up in pleasure, a bit of sweat on his forehead- and you probably didn't look any better yourself.
your walls clenched around him out of sheer response, you were so wrong- this was such bad decision, it would be so hard to let him go after this, it would-
"gonna cum, fuck- i can't"
his pressed out words cut through your thoughts like a sharp knife, the skin slapping noises suddenly feeling louder then they had been before, your own pussy clenching around him once again.
"can't hold it back, i don-"
he was going to leave marks on your hips for sure, you bet he didn't even realize how hard he had been squeezing the poor skin, occasionally moving to your ass.
you moaned yourself, feeling your own orgasm approaching, jungkooks eyes closed, lips parting slightly like he's on the top stage of ecstasy somewhere over the rainbow as you could feel your own walls getting coated with cum.
your body instantly went weak after, lightly collpasing onto his chest as though he seemed unusually tired he wrapped his arms around your back, stroking the skin and bone structure slowly.
it felt so comforting even your eyes closed, you felt so tired- what time was it again?
"fuck- i forgot the condom" his fingers paused, the shook in his voice audible.
"i'm on the pill, we're good" you closed your eyes again, now the clear goal was to fall asleep.
yet y'know how it was with your plans and jungkook- he cut through them as he lied still for a few minutes till whispering, "i don't hate you by the way" his fingers now again continuing the gentle act on your back even slower then before like a quit lullaby, "not even one bit"
"i know"
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u once brought up coyotes and i’ve been hooked ever since 😭😭
so how about a cute sexy coyote who’s been seducing the big bad alpha wolf for so long it got so frustrating that he lets it out on her for days (poor baby can’t walk anymore, can she) idk he eventually wifes her up 😂 a cute lovely ending
love uuu and thanks in advance !
Coyotes really aren't all that different from wolves, they move in packs, they hunt similar prey, and the mating seasons are at the same time of year. So really was it that big of a deal that you were hunting on werewolf territory? No right? you were basically cousins. well, that's what you thought at least, and you were wrong.
The alpha of the pack had caught you sniffing around. you had been warned many many times that wolves didn't tolerate completion on their hunting grounds and killed silly coyotes who got too close hunting for rabbits. now here you were darting through the forest as fast as you could with snapping jaws right on your tail. He's already chased you out of the werewolf territory it's not fair why is he still chasing you? no fair no fair no fair.
he catches you, knocking you to the ground and rolling with you through the grass, he lands on top of you his chest to your back. his big hands pinning your wrists. his knees pinning down your legs so you can't kick him. you struggle, but he's so much stronger than you that the act is basically pointless. You buck your hips back trying to knock him off, he lets out a muffled grunt, then a snarl as your ass pushes back against his crotch.
For some reason, this stirred something inside of you, this isn't so different from the play wrestling male Coyotes did as courting. a warmth spreads in your belly. you were still scared, especially with his sharp teeth hovering over your neck ready to rip your throat out. but there was something else string in you. you had been pinned, face down ass up by a strong powerful male with his groin pressing against you, and your heat was starting to hit because of it. you hated how good this felt.
"I'll let you off with a warning if you don't come back," he growled, his voice as deep and low, you wanted to tell him yes you'd be good, please spare your life, but what came out instead was a low moan as you pushed back against him not trying to escape this time. his nostril flared.
"did you go into heat?" he no longer sounds angry but more, surprised.
"I'll never come back if you just fuck me, let me cum," you pant. he growls again, but you can feel him grind against you, matching the roll of your hips.
"Brat. did you come here just so some wolf might pin you down and ruin your cute cunt? what are those coyote boys aren't big enough for you?" he snarls, you can feel his hardening cock against your behind he was bigger than any coyote you'd fucked before. you'd never been so horny before in your life, it's not even going to fit inside of you this big werewolf cock is going to split you right in half and you couldn't be happier.
"say it, say that this is what you wanted all along," he demands, teasing your pussy with the thick dip of his cock. you try to buck back and take his dick inside of you, he grabs the back of your head and shoves your face down in the grass forcing you to say in place. "Say it," he repeats.
"I just want your cock in me, it's all i want please please pl-" Your begging is cut off as his tick cock pushes inside of you. he's so big you feel like you can't breathe. the pain is delicious. you definitely won't be walking after this, you hope he and the rest of his pack take advantage of it.
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Opposites attract
Hobie Brown x Hippie/Fairy FEM!Reader
Summary:Y/N is like a Fairy cottagecore kind of person, pretty aesthetics all around their Fairy filled fantasies. Hobie digs it bc he thinks it's cool 💙
You were simply just reading a book in your spare time, Not a lot of things to do since nothing was happening in the city. It was calm today, no cop cars zooming past your window at 3AM. Probably because spiderman took care of them all already.
You peered at your cracked open window, A flash of silver catching your eyes. It was sudden, but faint. Curiosity getting the best of you, you lookef outside to be met with an unknown object on the floor. It looked like a pin, having purple aspects on it.
"What is kanka?" You look around clearly confused, not sure where the shiny object came from.
"Can I have that back mate?" You were startled by a sudden voice, almost dropping the pin from your hands. You looked around for the voice, eventually looking up to be met with spiderman himself. Without thinking you throw it to him, impressed by the fact he caught it with one hand.
"I neva' seen a lush like you around' ere." You told him you recently moved here, Having a conversation with a stranger you just met a few seconds ago. You learned his spiderman logo was 'spiderpunk'. A fitting name for someone who looks like he'd smash the guitar on his back against someone's face.
You two ended up talking the night away, The man complimenting how beautiful you were just before having to 'splits the jit' You couldn't help but laugh, A flustered look on your face as you bid farewell to spiderpunk, watching as he swings from building to building. A smile on your face as you go back and enjoy the rest of your night.
//\\
It had been a while since your interaction with the spider dude. Looking through the library for any kind of books you can get your hands on. The one that caught your eye was named "The Metaphor Of Capitalism" your mind curious on what the book meant.
You ended up buying it, hands filled with bookbags as you make your way back home, Stopping by a small food stand tucked away in a corner. You greeted the workers with a smile, ordering two tacos beside a very tall figure. His cheeks were sculpted, His eyes half lazy as he does the same.
A lousy smirk on his face as he talks with the employees, he seemed to be known here, Having a friendly conversation with everyone who was near. Your eyes catching on the purple pin on his vest. It was the same one spiderpunk had lost temporarily, your mind clicking as you realized who the man beside you was.
You squinted your eyes, Taking your tacos and exiting the small alleyway. You didn't want to just shout out his identity, simply walking away, heading back to your apartment complex.
You arrived shortly after, placing your newly bought books down as you get ready for bed. A knock on your window stopping you. You walk towards the window, immediately looking up to be face to face with spiderpunk once again.
"Been awhile innit?" You nodded, a conversation soon striking between the two of you. He talked about all that happened today, Sitting on your balcony as he rambles on. It was fascinating to hear it from him since he saw it with his own two eyes. Possibly being the center of attention.
You listened throughout the whole night, Exhaustion hinting at the both of you as you bid him farewell once more. A shiny object eluting light. You picked it up, Grasping the pin in your hand as a small feeling told you he'd left it on purpose. A yawn escaping you as you call it a night once more.
//\\
Ever since the both of you met around four months ago, you'd see each other everywhere without much effort, Sheepishly remembering all the pins on his vest. You felt like a detective, trying to crack the man's secret identity. You didn't wanna invade his privacy however, so you stopped.
Talking to spiderpunk on your balcony almost everyday felt unreal, it became like a common routine. Your shyness washing away the more you got to know him, often placing desserts outside for him if he ever swung by for a quick hello.
You wouldn't say you "weren't" curious on what he looked like, but the anticipation was killing you. You knew it was wrong wanting to see his face but you couldn't help it, Trying to push down the thoughts wasn't working anymore. You just had to clarify if it was him you saw at the taco stand a few months back.
Still remembering the man's gorgeous face was haunting you, his brown eyes gleaming as he ordered his food. You wanted to get to the bottom of this, Pulling yourself together and waiting for him to swing by, sadly he didn't stop by today, A pout hinting at your lips as you lay in bed, letting sleep take over you.
//\\
A knock awoke you, Your eyes peering out the window. It was still the darkest of nights outside, Your body jumping up from your bed as another knock occured. A groan leaving the collapsed man that rested on your balcony. You quickly pulled him in, his suit torn up as you hurry to get a first aid kit.
You placed him on your soft comforter, worry on your face as you frantically pace around before checking his heartbeat. A sigh of relief washing over you as he was only out cold. You decided to let him have your bed, Grabbing a few blankets and huddling up into a chair.
A few minutes passing but no signs of sleep looming over you. You were too worried, constantly checking up on the masked friend as he shifts in his sleep. You decided it was best to stay awake, grabbing a book and reading the hours away. A groan making your ears perk as you cover your face with your book.
He looked around clearly lost, until he spotted you. Wincing as the bruises on his back fought with him. You told him to keep still, not wanting him to open up the stitches. He obliged, cracking jokes at a time like this.
"Got myself in a bit of a pickle, yeah?" A smile creeping up on your face as he gives you an explanation on all he remembered. You nodded before handing him a cold beverage from your mini fridge, An act of kindness falling from him as he whispered a quiet 'thank you'.
You felt your heart flutter as he suddenly pulled off his mask. Your body struck standing still as you examine his face before looking away apologetically. He only chuckled, knowing he was handsome himself. You helped him up, setting a pillow below him. Your faces being inches apart.
Your eyes peering into his as the comforting silence developed through the both of you. Your eyes widening as your lips found a way to one another, The kiss becoming passionate as you close your eyes. You'd pulled away for air, your eyes blinking as you contemplated what just happened.
"I've be waitin' to do that." You look him in the eyes before feeling embarrassment wash over you, A smirk plastered on Hobie's face as you continue to exchange small glances to one another. The night filled with laughter as you lay there with your boyfriend.
"Who knew you'd fall for spiderman like he fell for you?"
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Request daryl dixon x plus!size reader) so the reader and are married they have been together since before the world went to hell maybe when they make it to Alexandra some guys hit on the reader or make comments about her weight ( I couldn't decide which one to choose so you can pick) and early just gets really pissed off and he fights the guys Maggie is worried that one of the guys is not breathing but rick tells everyone he is still breathing and that rick almost beat him to death Daryl didn't care because they shouldn't say stuff to his wife or about his wife.
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Daryl Dixon x plus size reader
Spencer and his lackeys decide that they want to be pieces of shit and your husband teaches them a lesson they’ll never forget
Warnings: fat shaming, Spencer Monroe, some angst, fighting, protective!Daryl, swearing, blood, cat-calling, implied smut
WC: 1k
Minors DNI
Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library
Maggie was the one that found the sundress. It was wrinkled and smelled like dust balls but the blue of the fabric hadn’t faded and it fit you like a dream. You were hesitant at first, dresses had always been a bit of a sore spot for you in the past but you couldn’t deny just how good you looked when you finally caved and slipped it on (just to appease your best friend of course).
While tight around your bust, providing you ample support even without a bra, it flared out at your wide hips, giving you a more hourglass figure. The colour suited your skin tone perfectly and the fabric was light enough that you didn’t feel constricted. Even you found yourself hot as you looked in the bathroom mirror.
Maggie had just about lost her mind when you finally re-emerged into your bedroom and after she had convinced you to walk downstairs, you found that your husband was even more excited about it.
So on a particularly hot day in Alexandra, you decided to wear it as you went about doing your chores. You ignored the eyes that looked your way as you milled about, delivering parcels of food to different houses and collecting any clothes that needed to be fixed.
It was the whistle that finally caught your attention. A group of men were gathered outside of Deanna’s old house, Spencer led the charge. He was positively leering at you in what you assumed was supposed to be a ‘smoulder’ but really just came across like he was constipated.
You rolled your eyes and attempted to get on with your work but that’s when he spoke up. “Hey sweetheart how about you bring that ass over here and I can show you what a real man can do.” You cringed at his nasal voice. The three men behind him hooted as he smirked your way.
All-to-used to the cat calls of pathetic men, you kept walking, yet you couldn’t help but mutter under your breath. “I get a real man every morning with breakfast, fucking pig.” Evidently, you hadn’t said it quietly enough because suddenly there was an iron grip around your wrist and an angry voice in your ear.
“The fuck did you just say, fat bitch. I was gonna do you a favour by fucking you but now I wanna know something. How are you still so fat in the middle of the fucking apocalypse?” This started another round of side splitting laughter from his friends. Your hand flew to your wide hip, unconsciously searching for your knife which you had left on the hall table at home. “I know! That redneck that follows you around like a mangy dog must keep feeding you so you can be bait.”
Your mouth dropped open to retort but suddenly, there was a growl and the disgusting hand on your skin disappeared. You were startled for only a moment before you realised that your husband’s voice had replaced Spencer’s. “Shut yer fuckin mouth!”
A sickening crack rang through the now silent street and you watched with morbid fascination as the man you called yours beat the ever loving shit out of the much taller man. Daryl’s blue eyes were wide with fury as he held him down by his neck as his right fist landed blow after blow to his face.
You stood frozen as his hand steadily became stained with red blood, only a distant shout from Rick broke you from your trance. “Daryl!” You pulled at his shoulder but he wouldn’t budge, too blinded by his anger. He landed another hit and you cringed as you heard Spencer’s nose shatter.
“Rick!” The sheriff was your last option and he delivered. He gave your husband one good punch to the jaw and Daryl was briefly stunned. Using that distraction, you pulled him back with all your might causing you both to roll to the dusty ground.
You threw your leg over his thin hips and grabbed his arms, pinning them to his chest as you sat down onto his thighs, effectively keeping him on the ground. You knew he could easily throw you off and lunge at the man once more but he stayed immobile beneath you, his chest heaving.
“You good?” You could hear others running up to where Spencer lay but your focus was on the man beneath you. His shoulders were still tense and his fists still clenched but his eyes weren’t as wild as they fixed themselves on you.
He grunted in reply and you breathed out in relief. “Are you gonna go after him again if I let you up?” He thought for a moment and then shook his head. You smiled before carefully getting to your feet. You offered him a hand which he quickly took, pulling himself up to stand next to you.
“I don’t think he’s breathing!” One of Spencer’s cronies whined but Rick just scoffed as he looked down at Spencer.
“He’ll be fine, just get him to the infirmary.” He dismissed, turning to you and Daryl who had slipped his hand into yours. “You almost beat that man to death.”
Daryl spun the gold wedding band on your ring finger. “Shouldn’t have talked bout my wife like that.” He brushed off. You could feel the split skin of his knuckles beneath your fingertips- a reminder of the violence he was capable of for you.
Rick sighed in defeat and turned his attention to you. “Bring him home, I’ll deal with this. Just- just watch him please.” He begged, sounding like a tired father. Your free hand clutched Daryl’s muscular forearm in a silent signal for him to walk away.
“He’ll be right as rain tomorrow. Scout’s honour.” You promised and the ex-sheriff shot you a grateful look.
“By the way- you do look good in that dress.” A growl was your only warning before you found yourself thrown over your husband’s broad shoulder and he stormed away, presumably back to your house. Your laugh carried down the street with you as you clutched onto his strong back.
“I guess I shouldn’t wear this dress out again huh?” You asked jokingly as he kicked open your front door and thundered up the stairs.
He gently threw you onto your bed and as he stripped off his vest, he spoke once more. “Only if ya know ‘m gonna fight anyone tha looks at ya.” The dress stayed on.
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distant // svt jeon wonwoo
synopsis: wonwoo as ur husband, worried when you come home late and drunk, and you ask him why he's cold to you
(forced marriage trope, non-idol au, angst)
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you blinked when you saw the time as you glanced at your wristwatch and sighed. your phone didn't ping at all with any texts or calls. not from him, not from anyone. the lump in your throat continued to harden, but you swallowed it down with the final chug of the alcohol in the bottle you were drinking from.
where is everyone when i need them?
you couldn't blame them. your friends and family were all busy with their own lives, and even though you needed them sometimes, you never asked. you didn't want to burden anyone, especially when they have to face problems of their own.
you sighed defeatedly. you didn't have to work the next morning, but will have to prepare for a skull-splitting headache. the week just keeps getting worse. it was late, and you figured you should be heading home soon.
was it even a home? there was no warmth of a lover or the laughter of your family. it was just you and wonwoo, and you guys just lived there. two people under one roof.
"i've left the money on the table here, ma'am! thank you," you slurred to the tent bar owner and left.
the short walk home felt like forever, and your work shoes were starting to make your feet sore. you were upset and now pissed. you drank to feel numb, so why were you in so much pain?
your heart ached awfully, like it didn't fit in your chest. you wanted to rip it out and throw it away, or scream and cry until your knees gave out, or grind the soles of your shoes into the gravel until they tore and your feet bled.
but you could do none of that, so you settled for taking off your shoes and walking barefoot the rest of the way home.
despite your resolve to hate him, you couldn't help yourself. your mind ran with thoughts of your husband and only him, who was cold and indifferent to you no matter how hard you tried to be nice to him.
he was nice. he had basic human decency and kindness in his heart, but sometimes you wished he could be more pleasant to you. more romantic, even. you envied the people he smiled at, even though it was to be polite. you envied the random nice gestures he would do for his friends. you envied the strangers he treated like friends, as compared to the wife he treated like a stranger.
though, you knew you couldn't blame him, either. the marriage was loveless and you were forced. it wasn't like you liked each other before this, but it enraged you that you found a way to see past all of that and fall in love with him anyway.
the lump in your throat returned and revealed itself in the form of tears in your eyes while your heart remained painfully misplaced in your chest. with nothing left to give and exhaustion taking over your drunk and tired mind, you let yourself cry as you dragged yourself home.
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"fuck this shit," you cursed as you struggled with the keys, blinking through the fresh tears that were blurring your vision.
i've never cried this much since i was twelve, you thought, annoyed at yourself.
get it together, damn it.
the door opened finally, and you dropped your shoes to the side, leaning on the wall for support as your entire body felt like collapsing. you were so tired, exhausted of all the life you had to give, mentally and physically. you wanted nothing more than to shut everyone out and crawl into a hole.
you didn't even bother to announce your arrival. it wasn't like he cared, and he was probably sleeping anyway. the light in the living room was on, you noticed, though the rest of the house was dark. a figure you recognised immediately stood, surprising you.
you thought he'd be asleep by now.
you heaved a sigh and gently kicked the door closed behind you. he didn't say anything. he just walked over towards you, stopping a good two metres away as you walked in the apartment, still leaning on the wall for support.
"where were you?" he asked, his voice kept low.
the room was spinning and you blinked slowly, just to be sure you weren't mistaking the tone of his voice to be relief, and a little bit of concern. you wouldn't do that to yourself again.
"work," you replied curtly, not wanting to speak to him.
everything was piling up on you and was threatening to spill. you were afraid if you spoke to him you would explode and cry, which you thought would be embarrassing for you since he didn't care, or you might say something you would live to regret. so you chose to keep mum while he kept probing you for more answers.
"i'm talking to you, y/n,"
you mumbled some response, not really listening to him. you were tired and not thinking straight. this conversation wasn't going to go anywhere. you just wanted to sleep.
wonwoo wasn't angry at you, but he wasn't necessarily pleased either. you'd never acted like this. though he never replied, you would always text him if you would be out late or had to work overtime. this nonchalant and dismissive behaviour from you was something new, and he didn't like it.
he stalked towards you and to your dismay, your effort to walk away faster failed as you stumbled and almost landed on the floor. he was quick to react, catching you before you fell.
"have you been drinking?" his voice was softer, no more than a whisper.
wonwoo was much closer now and could smell the alcohol on you. you pulled away from him, a bit too harshly and you could have sworn you saw him flinch in surprise. you staggered backwards a little bit, but managed to regain your balance.
good, you thought. that'll teach him not to mess with me.
"yes, i have," you answered almost defiantly. "i can't cry so i drink my despair away like a fucking loser,"
your slurred response seemed to shock him as he stood there at a loss for words. wonwoo didn't know what to say. you rarely cursed around people. he felt like he'd been hit by a truck. he didn't even know what you were going through, and he most definitely didn't think he made your situation any better.
you were red in the face, no doubt because of the alcohol, but your expression told him more than that. you were angry.
"i'm sorry. i wasn't trying to pick a fight," he sighed.
your shoulders slumped as you regained your composure. "me neither, won,"
he nodded and you raised a hand as if waving at him, turning around to leave and go into your room.
"you're not going to ask why i waited?" he suddenly inquired, a tinge of hopefulness in his voice.
you turned back to face him, a small and insincere smile on your face. you didn't trust the hope you heard in his question. you could have just been imagining things, as you have been in the months you've been married to him.
"i think i'm growing immune to your antics, mr jeon. i'm probably just... drunk and tired, but right now i'm not that curious and don't really care,"
your response felt like a slap to his face. wonwoo wondered if this was your final straw, if you were finally done putting up with his shit. he wondered, was he too late to change?
he waited because he wanted to tell you there was a dinner party you both were invited to and that he wanted to go with you. when you didn't come home for a while after he did, he grew worried and restless. he was pacing around the living room just a few minutes before you came in. he never called, not because he didn't want to, but he just assumed your battery died since you didn't text him at all about your whereabouts.
he was also afraid, though he wasn't sure of what.
he was excited to tell you about the dinner and was looking forward to going with you, but this was it. you were done and he'd need a lot more time to win over you. maybe the dinner could be a start.
"i do sometimes wonder though," your slurring was getting worse and you were leaning more against the wall. "why do you treat me like this?"
your words snapped him out of his thoughts. the ache he felt in his chest moved up his throat and then gave him a headache. was this what he did to you?
"you don't have to love me, but can't i at least be a friend?"
"i don't know how much longer i can live like this," you admitted.
you dropped your bag to the ground and slumped down the wall to sit on the floor. the defeat and exhaustion was now showing on your face. you eyelids drooped and you leaned your head back against the hard surface. your vision was blurry, but you could still make out his figure standing with his fists clenched by his side.
you pressed the palms of your hands to your eyes to prevent the tears from falling. you didn't want him to know how weak and hopeless you felt.
as worried as wonwoo increasingly became at your condition, he kept his hands clenched by his side. he wanted to hold and take care of you, but remembered the way you pulled away when he caught you and remained frozen. it was killing him, but he didn't want to push.
"answer me, please?" you pleaded, your voice soft and airy, like you were going to cry.
"i... i don't know," he admitted, his head hanging low.
you let your hands drop as you chuckled dryly, your smile not quite reaching your eyes when you looked up at him.
"right. i should have known,"
you gathered your things and used whatever small strength you had left to stand. he wanted to say something, but his lips were sealed shut and his voice betrayed him. you smiled at him again and retreated to your room.
"i'll see you tomorrow, won. get some rest,"
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when you are unable to sleep during pregnancy - kylian mbappe imagine
sleep, the word that used to have you on edge with pure anticipation and bliss was now torture to you. the way you twisted and turned from side to side, only to have your belly block your attempt at adjusting yourself made you want to cry out of frustration. looking down at your belly, you gave it a glare, starting to talk to your baby. "i cant wait until you come out," you huffed again, thinking how the baby was probably having the time of its life inside your belly while you were here dying.
your head travelled slowly from your belly, up to your sleeping husband. he seemed to be in the most comfortable position ever, hugging his pillow dearly as he slept in his stomach, adding to his little soft snores that brought flavour to the room.
you envied the way he slept so peacefully on his stomach when you could barely turn to the side without having the heavy baby prevent you from doing so, and so you unwillingly let out a small whimper from the overthinking that corrupted you.although your husband slept very well, he learned to be extremely cautious with you at times like this. it was probably the reason why he flinched when he heard your little whimper, looking up with squinting eyes as he panicked without knowing what the problem was. you jolted at his reaction, seeming more like he scared you rather than you being the one to scare him, it made you laugh.
*what's wrong??" he sat up, his hands making their way to lift up your shirt so that he could ease his hands through your belly, a sigh rushing past your lips at the touch of his hands.
"nothings wrong, I just, i cant seem to sleep so comfortably…" you spoke guilty. he looked like he was upset just because his eyes were taking a bit too long to adjust to the lights, expression looking like he was throwing a glare towards you. his hand left your belly for a split second to pull his hair back and to rub his eyes before fully letting them open. his hands immediately coming back to you."aw baby, I'm sorry, are you experiencing any type of cramping or anything? you're okay right?" he confirmed, you nodding your head to his question so that he knew it was nothing that serious. he breathed out, slumping back on the bed as his eyes closed for a quick minute before opening them up again, looking towards you. "are you sleepy?" you heard him ask. you closed your eyes before nodding at him. "very, kylian, I just wish I could sleep comfortably for one night, it's been weeks since I got a full nights sleep," you sniffed, your hormones taking a toll on you as your tears unwillingly fell from your eyes.
you looked down in shame as you didn't want to put him through a tough time in the middle of the night, he was sleeping so well and you had to let your discomfort get the best of you. kylian moved behind you, making sure that you were fit perfectly in between his legs. it was a position where you were leaned back against his chest, with his hands coming around your waist while stroking your baby bump. you felt him plant some little kisses on your shoulders as you looked up. "im sorry I woke you up," you sighed, trying to feel every kiss that he was giving you. "you're so, so strong, and I need you to know that always. carrying a baby is not easy, at all, and I'm so proud of you for dealing with it in such a mature way. now stop apologizing, you're way more important than my sleep, and honestly, I don't mind holding you like this, it's not often I get to do it," he smiled. you lifted your head up to look at him, and you met with his adorning gaze looking down at you just as brightly. he playfully leaned down to bite your lower lip before kissing it and getting back to his normal position.
kylian started to talk about his day, the training he had, about the baby, and everything more he could tell you, you tried to the best of your ability to stay awake but you couldn't help the sudden urge of sleepiness you felt for yourself. and before you knew it, kylian widened his eyes at your soft snores before he laughed, sleeping in the position you were in now, afraid he might wake you up.
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2024 jp trip report (sights edition)
i just returned from my week-long tokyo trip, and wanted to log them down so i can remember where i went.
i split up the food and sights posts thanks to tumblr's image limit per post. also apologies for my unflattering pictures😂 i don't have a particularly good phone, i was taking pics more for the memories than the niceness
(food edition here)
Day 2 (14/5/2024)
starting with day 2 because we arrived at night on day 1.
we started the day at nakano broadway...where we spent too much time and money!! with its 10000 mandarake and other retro/anime goods stores. i forgot to take a closer picture of the entrance…anyway, just like in the hit video game Digimon Story Cyber Sleuth for the PS Vita and Nintendo Switch and PC and-
(expensive!!) twintails!! my beloved... <does not watch ultraman
and pokemon center in sunshine city ikebukuro! a very cool miraidon statue...and also a quaxly butt for some reason 😂
Day 3 (15/5/2024)
we walked around akiba and asakusa today. for a weeb in particular, i don't think you could finish walking akiba even in a week...anyway, just like in the video game Digimon Story Cyber Sl-
we walked the multi-storey donki in akiba. of particular note is the signage for the 'pokemon corner'....i'm crying 😭 love this graphic design
so we went around mandarake and a few other anime merch spots. soul hackers 2 merch spotted???? (i didn't get it since i didn't really need more acrylic stands.. :') arrow and his lil poltergeist friend tho...)
while walking, we passed by the otahimeinari shrine. it's always really nice to find these in the middle of the city..the tree's fruit were also huge!!
before we headed to asakusa, we walked by jinbocho. just like in the hit video game Persona 5 for the PS3-
while i wish we had a bit more time to spend there (i would have loved to find some japanese language/linguistics-related books from prewar era), i really think most of the old books there are out of my depth 🤣 (it is a very nice place to stroll for lovers of old books and book smell though)
and after some train line switching screwups we made it to asakusa. as expected it's crowded even on a weekday! we saw the famous kaminarimon and also walked down the streets.
Day 4 (16/5/2024)
we started the day at tsukiji outer market, which was very near tsukiji hongwanji! beautiful buddhist temple.
(also just like in the hit video game Shin Megami Tensei IV for the Nintendo 3DS)
we went on to ginza which was nearby, and made it to itoya, the multi-storey stationery store i spent too much time and money in 😩
they even had a paper shadowbox art exhibition below! the art pieces on showcase there are 🤯 beautiful...
before leaving ginza/hibiya area...shin godzilla spotted!!
then we went to tokyo skytree and did..even more shopping... (and even though i didn't get any reservations it was so cute to see kirby cafe in person ;w;)
and then we headed to ryogoku, the sumo town, for dinner. it's near sumida river so i couldn't resist getting a view...just like in the hit video game Paranormasight for Nintendo Switch and PC (ok i don't think this is the correct bridge 🤣 but the view was still very nice! and we DID go to the ryogoku bridge too though i didn't get a good pic of it)
Day 5 (17/5/2024)
we started at shinjuku today to walk to shibuya. this was the day that totally killed my feet T_T (not that the other days didn't already lol). apparently the other days were averaging 10k steps but this day was 30k?? i'm not a fit person to begin with..
anyway we were greeted by a giant cat overlord near shinjuku station exit!
godzilla spotted again! and we also spent a bit too much at the multi-storey tokyu hands here...
nearby takeshita street, we took a walk to meiji jingu shrine. just like in persona fiv-
i especially enjoyed the walk to the shrine (now if only i didn't have foot pain from excessive walking), the scale of the pathway and trees! coupled with the wonderful 25? celsius weather...i still miss it as i'm writing this while back in singapore where i'm sweating just by existing. lol
on the way to shibuya, we dropped by this store called 'birdmore' specialising in birb merch and pet bird goods. MY JAW WAS ON THE FLOOR this is the first time i saw sooo many birb-themed items in one place 😭 from socks to bags to stationery to mugs and bags everything. though the species are a bit focused on the few species that generally get the birb merch in japan (budgies, cockatiels, tits, bunchou, shoebill, etc.).
i had a little talk with the shopkeeper and i mentioned we were from singapore, and she said she was envious as she wanted to visit our birdpark ;w; i told her that the birdpark moved to mandai and how the birds are flying around outside of cages and are not scared of people so you can get reallyy close to them, and she seemed so excited..aa i really hope she gets to go one day..!!
we reached shibuya parco, and...DIGIMON CORNER...
i think i could cry seeing a bunch of digimon merch lined up like that in person 😭😭😭 i wanted to buy up all of these otedama SO BAD but unfortunately money and space are an issue lol. i ended up settling for an imperialdramon DM otedama ;w;
there was also a capcom store at shibuya parco! of particular interest to me were the monhun and ace attorney otedama, they didn't have otedama of susato nor my boi yian kut-ku tho...😭 it was a tough choice between nargacuga and maya ace attorney but i settled for narga ;v; (crying at otedama edgey's face though)
some other iconic locations in shibuya! just like in the video game The World Ends With You for Nintendo DS and various other-
also before we return to the hotel..the ike-fukuro statue at ikebukuro station! (TL note: fukurou is japanese for the ural owl)
Day 6 (18/5/2024)
we took a day trip to miura peninsula today (it's about an hour train ride from tokyo), using the misaki maguro ticket! i gotta get some fresh tuna sashimi while i'm in japan 😤
this might be my fave day among the days...idk, i just really enjoyed the walk and sights and food and overall experience on this day soo much ;v;;
just like everywhere in japan they have to have their own cute mascot characters....miura tunanosuke the daikon-wielding tuna samurai and miuran the sakura fairy(??)
miura beach! a very short walk from miurakaigan station and a wonderful view. also, it's just like in the hit video game Persona 5 for-
(i swear i'm not specifically hunting for videogame spots lol but if i come across them why not🤭 i still find it a bit surreal how persona 1-4 were all in fictional japanese cities and suddenly..persona 5 in tokyo!)
after that we took the train to misakiguchi station and about a 20?min bus ride to misaki port. we went to the urari marche (a seafood and veg market); other than market stuffs, they had a bunch of crane machines filled with just fish and tuna merch...i respect the dedication to the theme lol! there were also other fish-related merch like this eyemask that looked like an ikura platter i wanted it so bad :')
after misaki port, we took a bus to jogashima.
CATS!!!!!!! while it's not particularly a 'cat island' like some of the more famous cat islands in japan, it's still a pleasant surprise to see these cats roaming around.
and some pictures of jogashima. we walked along the uneven coast where there was no clear marked path; having stayed in the city all my life (even the nature trails here are usually cleared for easier walking) and rarely venturing overseas lol, i've never really had this sort of experience before? i didn't prepare myself for this and so my shoes meant for normal walking and not hiking kinda split halfway through the trek on uneven ground 😂
it was really beautiful, but i think because of my fitness (lack thereof) i caused extra worry...i would like to experience something like this alone sometime so i can go at my own pace without feeling pressured like i am worrying others who could've gone much faster if only i weren't there.
Day 7 (19/5/2024)
we had a morning walk at ueno park, which is HUGE and really nice to walk in, and also houses museums such as the national museum of western art, national museum of nature and science (nature museums my beloved), and tokyo national museum.
sadly we didn't have time to check out the museums this time, but i'd love to visit them if i do make another trip here...
my mother said before that a tour guide once told her 'singaporeans don't seem to like museums much, they prefer shopping' and sadly i am not proving that uncultured singaporean stereotype wrong with all my weeb shopping 😂😭
ueno toshogu shrine, which was built in dedication to tokugawa ieyasu.
i wasn't aware till now but apparently toshogu (東照宮) refers to any shinto shrine in which ieyasu is enshrined with his deified name, and ueno toshogu is just one of the toshogu.
shinobazu pond! it was really a sight to behold in person.
ok i hit the post photo limit skdfjdkgh well the rest of the day was walking around akiba with my friend 😆
we tried to look for 13 sentinels merch (we checked out radio kaikan, suruga-ya and other places) but there was none to be found /_\ i did pass by the square enix cafe though! i was tempted to get the 16-bit arrange albums of octopath and then realised i do not have a CD player anymore..and also managed to see the one (1) bravely default merch!!
just gotta slowly save up for that next trip...someday... .w.
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Character Study & Rewrite: Colin Bridgerton vs. Lord Debling
First of all, I want to say that I really enjoyed Bridgerton season 3, part I. However, that is mainly because I enjoyed the side plots more than the main plot. A main reason why I didn't enjoy the main plot as much is because I believe that Colin Bridgerton's character arc could have been dealt with better, especially since Penelope Featherington is a more established character than him in the previous seasons. This third season is the first season where we really get to see into Colin's mind and how he views the world and himself.
I know that Colin's character arc surrounds his struggles with finding his authentic identity and the costs of fitting in with the ton at the expense of sacrificing his own values when it comes to relationships. On the other hand, Lord Debling is a great foil to Colin because we see that Debling is content with who he is, despite how his "peculiarities" aren't accepted by the ton and how that extends to how the ton talk about him. Unfortunately, I don't think that the writers took advantage of their relationship dynamic other than to simply show that they both want Penelope's hand-in-marriage.
I believe that adding in scenes where we get to see Colin Bridgerton and Lord Debling interact with each other one-on-one or how they witness the other person interact with the ton would've have made the main plot much better. This would allow the audience to have a more transparent understanding of Colin's character arc and of his inner thoughts while also making Debling a formidable love rival for Penelope.
I know that this season has limited screentime and that the season is split in half with two different release dates so here is how I would have personally added into the existing scenes or rewrite the existing scenes in Bridgerton season 3, part 1.
Warning: There will be spoilers so if you haven't watched these episodes yet, don't read any further. I also haven't read any of the Bridgerton series and I didn't look so my personal characterization may be off from Book Colin.
Colin Bridgerton's Travels
Other than knowing that he slept around, we haven't gotten enough information about Colin's travels and what he ACTUALLY did in the 17 cities that he traveled. I know he talks about the contessa but even his "friend" group doesn't know the details so I think it would be great to have a flashback of what he actually did with her. Either the contessa he talks about was just a made-up story to fit in with the guys or he was a virgin when he slept with her and he doesn't want to share those details because that experience was very intimate for him in exploring how sex works.
I think that scene of Penelope reading Colin's notebook was excellent. However, instead of her reading his passage about sleeping around, I'd rather that she read a different passage that details his struggles of fitting in with the ton and how he thought that traveling to new places where he thought he could belong would help but it turns out that he couldn't fit in with these new people either.
Until he started learning the lessons of "charm" and other social behaviors that men around him typically adopt because it was better than being alone. I'd think the best origin story of where he starts to learn that charm can be taught would be in France, considering that that country is the one he tends to talk about most and because flirting is pretty common in France (though I admittedly don't have much knowledge on French culture).
That would explain why Colin's lessons for Penelope aren't on how to fit in; rather that she just needs to relax enough in order to stop fixating on what other people think of her and to be her authentic self. It tells us that Colin doesn't want Penelope to go through the same process he did because that require her to not be true to who she is, so he alters the lessons he's been taught (which is actually really good. Even though I know he's a writer, I can also totally see him as a teacher, teaching others about the lessons he's learned from life) These lessons also benefit Colin because it gives him a sense of purpose, something that he's been struggling to find his entire life.
After Penelope finishes reading it, have Colin flashback to his past travels so that the audience can see his interactions in person and how he slowly alters his behavior as he travels to each city. This serves to give Penelope and the audience further insight into his motivations and mindset.
I know that his travels were written in the story to develop Colin and show the audience how much he's grown from the past seasons. But in truth, Colin doesn’t need to have grown from his travels. This is a personal judgement, but it gives me the impression that in order to be in a relationship, one must be "developed" enough but that doesn’t need to be the case. Colin and Penelope can grow together, and I think that's beautiful.
Brothel Scenes
As much as I didn't like the brothel scenes, I know that they exist to showcase Colin "maturing" (and perhaps a bit for fanservice). Instead of omitting them altogether, here is how I would have rewritten the scenes. Have Colin feel pressured by his "friend" group to participate in a group orgy at the brothel. That way, we see the clear contrast of his friends having a good time compared to Colin, while also participating, is clearly shown to be uncomfortable or less active about it than his friends. Maybe he tells them that he'd rather have privacy, but his friends make fun of him for acting like a prude or somewhere along those lines where his romantic nature is made fun of or is seen as childish.
This way, it would be a full circle when Colin tells them off at the end of part I, stating in these exact words, "It is tiring, is it not? The necessity imposed on us to remain cavalier about the one thing in life that holds genuine meaning." I absolutely love this moment when Colin dares to speak up because this is the first time we see him be so honest in front of them and it's amazing to see.
Colin vs. Debling
I would absolutely love Debling to witness Colin's flirting scenes in episode 1 because I think that he would cringe (like the rest of us) because let's face it, the lines are so cheesy that it would be comedic gold to see Debling have the same reaction as the audience.
Before Colin realizes his feelings for Penelope, I'd want Debling to interact with Colin’s “friend group” and have them talk about their respective travels to show the vast difference between his and Colin's interactions with the ton as well as the contrast between their characters. I think it would give us a lot of insight into both Colin and Debling as people, seeing Colin observe Debling and admiring (and envy) his quiet confidence to be himself.
Meanwhile, have Debling encourage Colin to stray away from the herd. We've seen how observant Debling himself is when he notes to Penelope about his intuition that Penelope can make someone wither if she wants to. And he is spot-on. I could see him totally knowing that Colin is trying to fit in, but he doesn't make fun of him; rather giving him advice on how to not care for what others think. That way, Colin's lessons to Penelope and Debling's advice to Colin end up backfiring on both of them which would honestly be funny to see.
In their interactions, have Debling share to Colin his need for a practical match because he plans to go on a 3-year long travel. At the end of part I, when Colin tells Penelope that Debling may not be the best match for Penelope because of his need for a practical match, it showcases how observant and thoughtful Colin is rather than simply acting out of jealousy.
Have Debling ask Colin about Penelope to get to know her more so that we can see Colin talk about his past with Penelope. This would be a good place to provide flashbacks of past interactions with Penelope. Show us flashbacks where Colin took notice of Penelope or admired her when past!Colin was too oblivious to notice it as anything more than friendship but looking back it now, present!Colin views those moments differently in light of his growing romantic feelings for Penelope.
The Balloon Scene
I would have Debling (instead of Colin) be the one to lead the charge in saving the hot air balloon and shouting commands to get the others, Colin included, to join in, capturing Penelope’s attention and awe (and the other ladies of the ton).
When Colin sees how everyone flocks to Debling for his heroic rescue, I want to see him insecure afterwards about how he wished he could’ve led the charge for once instead of always being in the shadows and following another person's lead.
Most importantly, he sees how the ton can quickly change the target of their affections from Colin at the beginning of the season to Debling, the one that people didn't talk much fondly of, provides Colin with more motivation to not follow with society but to follow his own heart.
Conclusion
To summarize, I want Colin to not just be jealous of Debling being the object of Penelope's attention but to also envy Debling himself because he wants to be like him because I think that would give Colin and Debling more complexity to their characters. With more insight into Colin's character and his embracing his true self in part I, it's going to hurt even more when he discovers who Penelope truly is and how her actions impacted his family.
Anyway, I'm super excited to see part 2 of Bridgerton season 3, especially after seeing their trailer, and I am waiting ever expectantly for it. Thanks for reading my long, semi-organized ramble; I had fun writing it, and I hope you had as much fun reading it!
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Guess what I just found in my drafts that I meant to publish like... a year ago 🥴🙃🥲 Anyway, have some details about my CATS Speakeasy AU! I'm really hoping to get back around to this in more detail sometime soonish, so better to study up now...
Munk is the adopted son of Old Deut, who raised many such foundlings and in general created a safe place for anyone who didn't have one. In the narrative of the AU, he's trying to solve one of Macavity's plots (probably some kind of kidnapping situation). He also takes care of Jemima, who was left on his doorstep in an echo of his own origin. Plato tags along as his apprentice, although he's not often helpful with his two younger brothers, Tumblebrutus and Pouncival, getting in his way.
The titular speakeasy, The Smitten Kitten, is co-run by Deme and Bomba, as a way to get back on their feet after escaping from Macavity (along with Alonzo, who plays piano). Tugger is also here, doing miscellaneous jobs and generally being an obnoxious flirt. Romances are undefined as of now but definitely happen.
Bustopher Jones is a British expat who moved to the US with his housekeeper (and requited crush) Jennyanydots, in a misguided attempt to straighten out his godchildren/wards, Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer. It does not go well, especially when Munk needs to call on the twins' troublemaking abilities to infiltrate Macavity's lair.
Some other things I've worked out, but haven't managed to integrate into the main plot yet:
Jellylorum and Asparagus (Gus Jr) run a struggling off-Broadway theatre started by their father. In between shows, they rent out the stage to Cassandra and Misto, who alternate their acts, and a spare dressing room to Coricopat and Tantomile. The twins, Cass, and Misto all met in the circus, but split off because of mistreatment and nonpayment. Victoria joined Misto's act after failing to find work as a ballet dancer elsewhere, and the two now brand themselves as siblings. The group don't mean to take advantage of the siblings, but attendance is inconsistent, to say the least. Of course, Jelly and Gus Jr would never kick them out — they know their father would loathe to see the building closed even temporarily.
Skimbleshanks is a trolley driver. (I know this entry is comically short compared to the last one, but I imagine he'd just pop up occasionally throughout the story. Sometimes simpler is better.)
I really want to fit Algernonny (my OC) in here somewhere, but I haven't settled on anything yet. Maybe he drives a bookmobile??
Olivetti (my other OC) is a bit easier to place, since he'd be a reporter, but I'm not sure what effect he'd have on the story at large.
Some relationships (familial, platonic, and romantic) I want to emphasize:
None of Munk/Tugger/Mac are related, nor are any of them directly related to Old Deut. In my eyes, Macavity has always worked better as an entity lurking in the shadows than someone who is well-known and emotionally tied to the other characters.
Re: the Smitten Kitten bunch, I haven't untangled who I want them and Munk to end up with (or maybe they just all end up together?). There will definitely be some one-sided Platugger flirting because I can. (Algie/Alonzo is also a done deal, but that doesn't mean Alonzo doesn't get to participate here too.)
I haven't decided whether I go the Victeazer or Tantoteazer route yet. I'm leaning towards Mistojerrie though as a new thing for me.
Asparagus and Skimbleshanks will end up being a thing, because I can't get enough of them two <3
I haven't decided if I want Jenny to be Plato (etc.)'s mom. It would be easier to tie that household into the main goings-on that way, but also (if you couldn't tell) I'm trying to improvise on a lot of these characters and come up with new relations -- at least for the ones for whom I don't already have a ship I'm attached to.\
#cats speakeasy au#cats the musical#cats musical#cats the musical au#cate's cats ocs#think of this post as behind the scenes for something that doesn't exist yet. lmao#anyway this has come back into my head ever since i saw someone's art of 20s-era cats#so if anyone is inspired by this to write/draw something please do so!!!#and of course you don't have to take my word as gospel lol. if you want to take one part of it and change everything else that's all good#this was just my attempt to try and shake things up by not sticking to the most common headcanons
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Can you do the Brothers and Undateables reacting to an MC who called God sky daddy?
Author's note: ahsjdjdkf this is hilarious, thank you for requesting! It feels so weird putting the fancy banners and everything for something this silly lmao
Warnings: none
Crack; gn!mc
Everyone's Reaction To You Calling God 'Sky Daddy'
Lucifer
"... Pardon?"
He knows for a fact you did not just call his father sky daddy of all things. It takes him a moment to process it.
He visably cringes and rubs his temples, annoyance evident, "Please, for the love of everything, do not refer to him that way ever again."
What would even posess you to do that? You humans really are an enigma Lucifer can't decipher.
He couldn't look more disgusted if he tried.
Mammon
"Huh? W-who are ya callin' that?!"
Relax, Mammon. God isn't their side-hoe. It's not the type of daddy you're picturing. It's a joke.
"Damn, why didn't ya just call him by his name... yer really weird, yknow that?"
Now he's jealous. Why does God get a goofy nickname and he doesn't?!
Leviathan
"LMAOOOOO"
Thinks it's hilarious. So what if it's his dad? That was a good one, MC!
Boy is well-versed in obscure internet slang so nothing can surprise him on that front. Won't dare to use it himself but... okay, maybe when it's just you two.
He really wants to fit in okay? Probably has his own fair share of memes relating to The Lord (tm) and will send you every last one.
Satan
"Thank who?"
Did he hear you right? Is this some weird type of human word play? Even his big brain needs a second to connect the dots.
"Huh, I've never heard that alias of his before. Well, he is on the upper realm, and he is technically the father of all things... I suppouse it makes sense."
Doesn't pay any mind to it after analyzing the connection. He thinks it's a weird way of saying it but you do you, MC.
I lied. He so keeps that in the back of his mind to use when Lucifer is around just to piss him off.
Asmodeous
"Oh, MC! I didn't know you had quite the mouth on you! How blasphemous!"
Gasps like the drama queen he is.
Good job, you've turned his cringy flirt mode on. Now he won't leave you alone.
You might want to reconsider your word usage around this bitch next time.
Beelzebub
Whomst? What?? Sky who?
Doesn't get it, doesn't ask about it. He thinks he didn't hear you clearly over the sound of his munching.
Will look at you like a confused dog and cock his head, hoping you'd explain. If you do he will just nod. Like it's the most normal thing he's heard all day.
"Ah, you mean Father." Whatever. Back to your guys' scheduled sixth meal of the day.
Belphegor
"Sky daddy? Really? Could you be any weirder about him?"
If you pay close attention you can hear his subtle snicker. Come off it Belphie, you think it's hilarious.
Would absolutely call his maker sky daddy if they ever met again. Shame he's probably permanently banned from the celestial realm.
Look me in the eyes and tell me he hasn't attempted to call God weird ass names to his face before.
Joins Satan in his quest to piss Lucifer off by calling their father that.
Diavolo
Congrats, you've stumped the demon lord himself! .. For a split second. Then he lets out a laugh like he's just watched the funniest stand up on Netflix.
"You're just full of surprises, aren't you, MC? What an odd nickname!"
Thinks it's charming for some reason. You little humans and your interesting choice of words! How cute!
"Does that make me ground daddy?"
Diavolo please.
Barbatos
Ignores you. No reaction from this killjoy right here.
Okay, maybe he finds it just a tad amusing. Won't show it though. He might mention it in passing while he's having tea with Diavolo and chuckle a bit about the blatant disrespect you have the balls to show, but that's about it.
Or so you think. Motherfucker will drop it in conversation when you least expect it.
"It's a good thing we heard the timer on the oven this time. I suppouse we can thank Sky Daddy for this?"
It sounds illegal coming out of his mouth.
Solomon
"Daddy Jay-Z really has blessed us today."
Will play along with it. Man gives zero shits. Remember, this is the same dude who wanted to call Michael Mike.
He already knows he's going to hell shall he become mortal again so why not drag his favourite MC down with him?
"May the cloud son-in-law and holy poltergeist help us one day too."
You two are a walking menace.
Simeon
(Let me upload the banner you piece of shit site)
Look absolutely scandalized. You might as well have murdered Luke right infront of his eyes.
"M-MC!! That is highly disrespectful! Please watch your language, especially if Luke is around."
Knows you were probably trying to be funny but mans is whipped for holiness. Relax, he knows you probably didn't know any better so he isn't mad.
Just a bit dissappointed.
Won't lecture you further but will sigh and look disapprovingly if you ever did it again.
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Home to Me (Cobra x reader)
part 2 of Home to You please read the first part before reading this one
Genre: It's just fluff, domestic relationship
Warnings: sex is mentioned, typical H&L violence, other than that I don't think there is anything but let me know if I missed anything
I usually write with fem pronouns and descriptions because that is what is easiest for me. If those do not fit you, please feel free to change whatever needs to be changed to fit you while you read!
Italics are a character's thoughts
The one where Cobra is waiting for you at home and reflects on how he's happy you come home to him (takes place after the 3 movies)
In my dreams I come home to you and you come home to me, and for a split second every hardship I ever endured has meaning.
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Cobra sat on the couch, impatiently looking at the clock on the wall.
10:30. She should be back any minute now.
He continued to wait on the couch. He was tired but didn't want to go to sleep not knowing whether or not you were home. Cobra also liked being the one to greet you after a long day considering you were home after him 8 times out of 10. He couldn't understand how you were so patient waiting for him to come back when he was out on S.W.O.R.D business those very few 2 out of 10 times.
Cobra looked at the clock again.
10:35. It's only been 5 minutes?! It feels like I've been sitting here forever!
Cobra checked his phone to see if you had messaged him about coming home later, but the last text was still the one from earlier saying that you would be home by 10:30.
Just as Cobra was thinking about finding something to distract him, he heard the front door unlock. Cobra got up and quickly went to the door, opening it for you before you could even grab the doorknob.
"Hi babe! Sorry I'm a little late, I had to grab some things," you said as you were putting your bags on the kitchen table.
Cobra hugged you from behind. "As long you're home that's all that matters to me. I was beginning to worry, you usually come home right on time. What's all this?" He asked as he looked at the bags you had previously set down on the kitchen table.
"Well, I had an early shift at the hospital today and couldn't come home until late so I couldn't do anything for your birthday today. I bought stuff on the way home to make you breakfast and lunch tomorrow before I leave for my late shift tomorrow as a belated birthday present."
"You didn't have to ___. Having you is enough."
"You always say that! So corny."
"I'm being serious. The best gift is you, being here with me."
"That reminds me! Sit down please." ___ got out of Cobra's arms, gently pushed him to sit down in a chair, ran to the cupboard to grab the lighter, and pulled a box out of one of the bags setting it in front of Cobra. ___ sat down and opened the box, revealing a pink cupcake with a single candle put into the middle.
"It's 10:45. You have 15 minutes left, make a wish."
"I have no wishes, my dream already came true."
"As sweet as that is, I'm begging you to stop being corny and make a wish before the day is over."
"I'm being serious."
"In that case, make a new wish, and then you can tell me all about the wish that already came true. Promise I won't interrupt you."
"Okay." Cobra closed his eyes and made his wish.
I'm so lucky to have you. I thank whatever higher beings are out there that granted my wish the very first time we did this. I couldn't ask for anything more than what I have already been given because you are my everything. If I had to absolutely wish for something new, it is that this love lasts until the end of our days together.
He opened his eyes and blew out the candle. "I'm done."
"10:50. 10 minutes to spare. Are you sure you don't want to squeeze in a few more wishes while you have time?"
"No, I think that was good."
"If you say so. I will cook for you tomorrow and since I didn't get to spend your birthday with you today, I will spend all morning and afternoon with you tomorrow. We can do whatever you want."
"Whatever I want? Anything?"
"Anything."
"So what if we-"
"Scratch that I take that back. Anything but have sex all day. I work at a hospital I can't go to work with wobbly legs. I do have to be able to walk for my job."
"How about you call out for the entire day so you can just stay with me?"
"I had to negotiate a lot to even get half the day off. I would love to but I can't."
"That's no fun."
"I know, I'm sorry."
"It's okay I have tonight."
___ laughed as her fiancé led her to their bedroom.
(Yes they do have sex but no I will not be writing it because genuinely idk how 😂)
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Cobra sat on the edge of your bed as he waited for you to finish taking a shower. You had forced him to take a solo shower tonight, knowing that if you went together the rounds would never end.
You came out of the bathroom, night routine done and tackled Cobra onto the bed.
"I hate you Cobra, now I'm really tired."
"You weren't saying that earlier."
"Well now I'm tired and it's your fault." The two of you laughed at each other.
"Let me adjust us into a more comfortable position." Cobra maneuvered you guys to be under the blankets, with his arms around your waist and your head laying on his chest.
"You didn't tell me about your wish that already came true."
"You see my wish that came true every time you look in the mirror my love."
"Why are you being so corny today? You're never like this. Cobra, Hino Junpei, doesn't like talking about his feelings ever..... Are you an imposter?! Give me my fiancé back! What did you do with him?" you said dramatically.
Cobra laughed as he pulled you closer to him. "Do you remember the first year we ever met?"
"I do. I was a struggling college student, trying to make it by. Studying and attending classes in the morning, and working at Itokan at night and on the weekends. When I had first moved back I was scared to take the nightshift but after a while, I wasn't scared anymore."
"Why is that?"
"I had you. You would sit in the corner of Itokan all night. I came back in the mornings to still find you under the blanket I draped over you the night before and I would set a glass of water and a painkiller by your arm so that when you woke up you had it there. I thought that that was just something you did until Naomi told me that you didn't actually stay over at Itokan unless you felt like avoiding going home. She said it wasn't often considering you spent most of your time at the gas station and then home alone. She said that a lot of the times she found you there was because you were waiting for me to go home. You would wake up after I left to go stay at the gas station, and then come to Itokan early in the morning and pretend you never left so that you could wait for me and make sure I arrived safely."
"I did do that. A lot actually. I just wanted to see you even if I didn't talk to you much. Do you remember the first birthday you spent with me?"
"I do. It was right around the time when Sannoh was having issues with Iemura and Noboru was stuck in the middle. Instead of drinking that night, you had sat in the corner deep in thought, thinking about a solution when I had interrupted you. I set a cupcake in front of you just like I did tonight. I was almost late just like tonight also. Naomi told me you didn't like celebrating your birthday much but because of everything happening, I thought it would've been nice to distract you from it even if just for a few minutes. I told you to make a wish and you did. I also wished for your wish to come true."
"It did. They all did."
"What were they?"
"I wished that Noboru would come back, and he did. I wished for nothing bad to happen to Sannoh, and we've been alright. As good as can be for a gang. The last thing I wish for, was you. I wished that one day I would come home to you and would come home to me. At that point in my life, you were the best thing that had ever happened to me, you still are. Every day I am happy that I come home to you, and you come home to me, and for a split second every hardship I ever endured had meaning; because they led me to you. When we first got together I was scared. I was scared because I had never loved someone so much before. I was scared that my position as Sannoh's leader would put you in danger. I was scared that one day you would wake up and realize that there was someone better out there for you and you would leave me. I mean, what business did a girl going to college to become a nurse have with some guy who almost didn't graduate high school and fights other gangs for a living? But everything came true. It's been years since then and I still have my brothers and I still have you, I couldn't ask for anything more."
"I love you too much, I would never be able to leave you. You can't get rid of me Cobra."
"I wouldn't dream of it. I hope that you come home to me in every lifetime."
You two shared a kiss before cuddling and falling asleep in each other's arms.
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Ta-Dah! You made it to the end! Thank you so much for reading it all. I hope you liked this, it's a bit different from what I've published here so far.
I have a confession lol, I read a lot of smut but I still can't figure out how to write it myself. I don't know how you all are so good at writing it, no matter how much I try I just don't like the way I do it. I guess I am just destined to write fluff and angst for the rest of eternity.
Please don't take my work and repost it as your own on any other platforms. Writers work really hard on their stories so don't be a shitty human and take it.
Anyways..... have a good day or night wherever you are and I will see you the next time I upload ❤️
#high&low#high and low#high&low x reader#sannoh hoodlum squad#high&low story of sword#high and low cobra#hino junpei#high and low cobra x reader#oya high#oya kou#white rascals#high&low rude boys#daruma ikka#iwata takanori
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Hello!! 👻
So I read over all your rules and this doesn't break any of them, but there's a power play between Time and Twi vs Wars on how Reader(GN) is cleaned up and a tad on how Wars is talked to.
Anyhoo... pt 2 of the mini fic I promised!
Word count: 1,278
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You didn't know how much more you could take. Your head was lulled back on Time's shoulder in a daze, ears sounded like cotton was packed into them and your skin was electrified. Your body moved to their rhythm, not your own since you lost all strength to keep up with them.
Your back was laid against Time's lean, chiseled front. You reached back and tangled your fingers into his hair as his mouth made its way from your shoulder, up the side of your neck, to your ear where he nipped it. His hot breath ghosted over the shell of your ear as he praised you. Telling you how you were taking both of them so well, thanking you for letting him have a taste of you.
Twilight had his arms under the bend of your knees, leaning in with his soft but very toned body. He had just licked a stripe up the front of your throat and was making his way back down to mouth at your chest. Your free hand was in his light brown hair.
Time whispered in your ear, "How are you feeling, sweetness?"
"Mmm… Like I just got the sixth orgasm fucked out of me."
Twilight chuckled at your snarkiness. "Keep being sassy and we will have to fuck that out of you too." He bit one of your nipples and it made you jolt with a gasp. "Someone feels ready to go again."
"That they do." Time rolled his hips lightly and you were seeing stars. "Are you ready for us?"
You breathlessly say yes.
"Good, because we aren't done with you yet." Twi said before there was a whimpering sound from the other end of the bed.
They had tied Wars, naked, to a chair. A gag was in his mouth, nipple clamps on and no way to get friction to his weeping cocking. Wars had made a comment about how he found Twi and you after Twi made your fantasy come true. How he could have done better… Twilight didn't take kindly to it and you had said you would fuck Time before the Captain. So here you three were, making Wars wait his turn.
Twilight and Time seemed to have a silent conversation or it was out loud, but you still couldn't hear them properly. Time pressed you forward as Twilight laid on his back. You stayed on your hands and knees as they worked you into position. They both moaned as you wiggled. It was a tight fit with them sharing the same space inside you.
They started off slowly to make sure you were still okay, but they quickly turned up the pace. While Twi thrusted into you, Time was pulling out. So no matter what, one of them was ramming their thick cock into you. The motion had you bouncing with them, words were reduced to sounds and you felt like they were going to split you open at any moment.
You placed your hand on your lower stomach and felt the large bulge. You pressed on it firmly, causing Twilight to curse how good you felt and to keep doing that. You pressed a little firmer and had Time gripping your hips in a bruising grasp, moaning your name.
You were about to collapse onto Twi's chest when he placed a non-threatening hand on your throat to keep you up on your hands and knees. "Not yet, baby. You can rest when we cum."
Time laid against your back, teeth grazing your shoulder. "And that's going to be soon."
Twi planted his feet and Time sat up on one knee, the other foot planted to the outside of you and Twi for a better, stable position.
You did find it strange that they all were so comfortable with each other, walking around the house in almost nothing and sometimes there really was nothing. Knowing that some of them wanted to have you, made you turn a deeper red at the thought. Thinking of two or three more of your housemates plowing into you like Time and Twilight were and soon Wars would be, had you orgasming again and you screamed with how tight you became around the two inside you.
Speaking of the two… they were like pistons in a speeding car, fucking you like their lives depended on it. Twilight's back arched, mouth open in a silent scream. Time was only half a dozen thrust behind him, grinding himself deep inside you. You could feel both of their hot seeds filling you so full and you finally were able to collapse to rest.
You kissed Twi with a hum. He moved your wet bangs for your face and slid his tongue along yours in a passionate kiss before he slowly pulled out of you. You were now empty, outside of their cum and it had you begging to be filled again.
Time chuckled and cooed over you for a moment, then walked to Warriors side, untied him and pulled off the gag. He gripped him by the back of the neck like a puppy and told him that he had to clean up the mess before he got to fill you up with himself. It was purely a power play between men and Wars was not the dominant one in the room, though he seemed to be enjoying himself as he began to eat you up.
Like a good boy, Warriors did as he was told and waited for instructions. Twilight inspected your entrance with his fingers, deeming you ready.
You smiled up at the Cap and held your legs open and up so he could see your wanting hole. In a clear mind you wouldn't have presented yourself in such a way, but you were needy and needed him in you.
Wars pulled you closer by the hips as Time and Twi laid down on either side of you to watch the action. With your legs over strong hips, you started to be filled once again and you could have cried because of how good it felt to have a swollen cock back inside you.
You could tell Wars wanted to go slow and enjoy what he had been deprived of for the last two hours, but Twilight ordered him to go as fast and hard as he could until he came. When Wars growled in protest, Twi sat up and snatched him by the jaw. "Do it or you pull out right now. Your choice." He gave a tug to the clamps still on Wars nipples.
Wars gave a whimper mixed with a moan. He didn't moan because of who was giving him orders, just that someone was. Reluctantly, he did as he was told once again and throttled you with everything he had.
He was rocking all four of you on the bed with the force he was using, bed hitting the wall. You were overstimulated and began to scream and begged for him to make you cum, nails digging into his back. Unknowingly to you, the others were enjoying the show and making use of their hands on their own cocks.
Warriors panting hot breath was on your shoulder, biting down as his hips slapped into you a few more times before stopping. You both relaxed after how intense that just was.
You saw Time sit up when Wars left your body and he gripped the younger by the hair. "Be snarky with your comments about them again in a sexual way and I will make sure that they fuck you from behind into the mattress like the pillow princess we all know you are. Understand?"
"Y-yes."
"Good."
🫣Hope you enjoy! ~👻
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Deleted Scene
For the wonderful @alter-alterego who requested for a gift fic-
"a deleted scene: something that just isn't fitting in one of your fics, but you set it aside, hoping to make it work somewhere else" and "a fun way to repurpose some writing - especially if it was a whole "kill your babies" sort of edit that broke your heart to cut it."
-and also some other words were thrown around like hurt/comfort.
So the thing is that I uh.... did not have any deleted scenes.
So.
I wrote one!
This is a deleted scene from Jamie's pov during ch 1 of Oh God You're Gonna Get It (You Have Not Been Given Love), taking place after the conversation on the couch but before the match the next day.
I would not say it necessarily slots into place - it does not have nearly the runway to hit that level of emotional intensity. Instead, I treated it more like a character study, a way to get down a bit of my thoughts on the where Jamie is at now. Refurbishing some writing thought, if you will.
Unfortunately, I did forget some of the comfort here - but the rest of the fic will have lots of comfort so???
Anyways. Thank you for your delightful request, friend. I hope you enjoy.
When awareness crept in behind his sleep-sealed eyes, a handful of problems offered themselves up to Jamie like unwanted presents. The first was that he hadn't brushed his teeth the night before, and his mouth tasted rank and fuzzy as a result. The next, that dried blood caked the inside of his nostrils, leaving behind an unpleasant, iron-tanged stuffiness. Final and worst came a deep and throbbing pain centered around his nose, passing along the message that something was swollen, if not outright bruised.
He'd been handed these gifts before, but crucial pieces were missing from the set. In their place, he'd been given imposters. Restfulness, when it should feel like he'd run a marathon. Something content beckoning him back towards sleep, instead of a familiar set of knives stabbing him in the chest, urging him to go, get away, anywhere but here.
His head felt weighed down by wet, drooping cotton, and that was new too, and in some ways worse than the distant emptiness he'd grown to rely on. At least emptiness knew how to sort out an icepack. Or a concussion. Or whatever it was that had him feeling floaty and lost.
Where the hell was he?
He cracked open his eyes. He didn't recognize the room — which didn't mean much when everyone he knew had more house than they knew what to do with. Still, there was something familiar about it, something that quieted any lingering panic that he might've woken up in a stranger's home.
It was cozy, but clean. Dark, woodsy room with antique lamps — too tasteful for Colin, too muted for Isaac. Art too boring for Sam. Everything far too clean for Dani.
A fuzzy blanket tickled his nose. In the dim light filtering in through the windows, he could see it was covered in unicorns and rainbows, all of it swirling around in a dizzying pattern. Shutting his eyes tight, he tugged it closer; it was surprisingly warm.
The couch was comfier than his too, cradling his shoulder against the cushion instead of pushing his tendons up into his neck until all he had to show for it was a splitting headache. No, this was lush, pliable with age and use. The blanket worn soft like someone cared for it. Made it feel like this was someone's home that Jamie was invading, and that made him feel like, feel —
A sick certainty settled in his stomach that he'd regret everything more when it was light out. Morning Jamie could sort that out. He didn't envy that guy at all.
He chewed his lip, unable to stop picking at the problem. His mouth tasted sour, and the dry ache behind his eyes sang a familiar song. Nausea twisted low in his stomach, and finally there it was, the tightness circling his chest and pulling into a knot. The room smelled like beer—
"Want to grab a beer later?"
"I thought you said I couldn't have beer anymore."
"Well, you're with me, so you get a pass," Roy had said, and Jamie could've floated off the floor with how it made his chest puff up—
Oh.
Oh.
This was Roy's house.
That's why his face hurt.
Jamie sighed, the building discomfort releasing in a wave of relief that left him dizzy, head floating above the soft cushions like he was balanced on a cloud.
He'd thought for a second-
He'd-
No. He'd been worried for nothing.
This was Roy's house. Made sense then, that his brain had picked up that he weren't anywhere bad. The dark furniture and the leather everything and the grainy wood; it was like the house and the man had been shaped out of the same men's catalogue from the eighties. Everything looked sturdy and settled in place.
He hadn't noticed the bright purple blanket last night, but then he couldn't have said what he did notice. They'd left the bar; everything past that was a whirlwind.
He owed Keeley an apology.
He frowned, worrying at the blanket with his thumb. He'd apologized to Roy. It'd went well, he thought. He hoped. He shouldn't get ahead of himself. He'd said a bunch of words without thinking them through first, and meaning them didn't stop it from feeling like he'd flayed some soft part of himself open with a knife and held out the scraps as a peace offering.
At least with Roy, he had a chance of being offered something back. Some reassurance, at least, that things weren't beyond repair. Whatever it was that brought that familiar growl down to something softer, still rough around the edges but not mean when he was making jokes, egging Jamie on and listening quiet thought while Jamie's thoughts spun circles across the carpet.
Letting Jamie say his peace. Accepting his apology for his behavior. Saying shit like, like he was proud of Jamie, even if Jamie hadn't done much to earn that lately.
Fuck.
And in the week since he'd sent that text to his dad, he hadn't gotten so much as a read receipt—
—which didn't mean anything, did it? Could be that he'd turned them off—
With a little shifting, he found his phone. He flicked it on, ignoring the familiar spike of panic as he did.
No new messages. Good.
Seven-percent battery life. Not good.
3:30 in the morning. Fuck.
Sighing, he switched it off. Looked like he was getting up.
He didn't move.
For once it wasn't the persistent, leaden feeling holding him down — like they'd taken every weight in the gym and tied it to his limbs when he wasn't looking. No, it was just, maybe if he didn't get up, last night wouldn't've happened.
A sickness, hot and sour, pooled in his stomach.
A week ago, he'd been at his mother's house, curled up and making the best out of whatever comfort he could drag towards him like a dying man. But this wasn't the same. He was a visitor here at best, his extended welcome debatable, and there was no one in this house obligated to brush his hair back and tell him if he was making a mistake.
Didn't mean he wouldn't take what he could get now that he'd earned his way in.
It was early. He was warm. Things hurt, but he was at Roy's. Nothing bad would find him here. Everything was fine and there were no unread messages waiting for him on his phone.
A warmed beer smell lingered in the air, musty and rank. He pushed his face further into the couch to get away from it. The couch smelled like old leather and glitter and fabric softener, and it didn't feel waxy or tacky against his skin and it molded around him like a hug. He didn't want to get up. He was tired.
He was so, so tired.
His undrunk beer sat on the table above his head. Now that he noticed the yeasty smell, it cloyed to the air, sinking into everything it touched.
He'd have to get up soon and deal with it. He had a lot of stuff to deal with. He didn't want Roy to think he couldn't handle it.
Since the boot room, he hadn't been able to shake the feeling that he'd gotten away with something. Roy had been nice. Too nice. The kind that had Jamie looking over his metaphoricle shoulder, waiting for the other boot to hit, because Jamie hadn't been professional about it at all. He'd collapsed in on himself, utterly crushed and incapable of hiding it another second, everything sticking and clawing out of him like a staunched wound fighting back.
But then Roy had been dead nice about it and he'd given him a pass and then he'd kept being nice and he'd invited Jamie out for a drink and Jamie had thought he was off the hook.
Knew better now, didn't he? He was on the hook, squirming as well as any other caught worm. The drinks hadn't been about Jamie, at least part of the niceness had been on loan, and his free pass had burned up in front of his eyes before he even knew he only had the one to spare.
Roy expected better of him.
That was fine. Jamie did too. He was up to the challenge; he knew what to avoid now.
So in twenty minutes he’d get up. He’d take care of the beer bottles, rinse ‘em out in case Roy was one of those guys that got offended if you wasted his beer. With his phone battery low, he didn't have the juice to call for a pick up — he’d have to make the thirty-minute trek to his house. Unless he got lucky and stumbled across a taxi, that'd put him back at his own place in just under an hour.
From there he’d dig out the white vinegar that he kept on hand for emergencies and see if he couldn’t buff out the stain on his chest. Stone Island wasn’t exactly his brand of choice, and they weren't interested in signing him on as a permanent brand ambassador, but they'd been pleasant to work with and they paid well and he’d only had the jacket for three days and he hadn’t been papped in it yet and it’d be fucking embarrassing for everyone involved if he went crying to them that he’d need a new one cause he’d already ruined the first one.
(He'd still do it if he had to though -- it wouldn’t be the first time a little blood threatened a brand deal.)
No, one way or another he’d be getting that stain out, didn’t matter how much scrubbing it took.
From there he’d inspect whatever was going on with his face. That didn’t bother him as much. Nothing felt broken, and he knew how to make himself look photo-ready for the match.
All the small speed bumps sorted, he’d start in on his match day warmups. Nothing intense, just enough to loosen his muscles up.
His socked foot poked out of the bottom of the blanket. He twisted his ankle experimentally. Slowly, it cranked through the rotations, gummy and awkward like stuck hands on a clock. A lot tighter than it should be. Physios wouldn't be happy with him, but that worry came as an afterthought. He'd play the full ninety. They all knew it.
After warmups, he'd take a shower—
His eyes stung, suddenly hot and warm. He pulled the blanket tighter around himself.
He’d take a shower; do the whole routine. Wasn’t happening again. Loud and clear.
From there he’d pop round to Nelson road. Bit early, even for him, but he hoped to catch Ted before the coach got swept up in pressers and the like. He wanted to thank him, properly, for all he’d done to help Jamie and straighten him out over the years. He knew Lasso had a busy schedule and a quick turnaround to get home, and Jamie wouldn’t take up too much of his time. He just- he needed to say it.
He had his fingers crossed that it’d be one of their better talks — the kind that left him feeling pleased with himself and a bit like he could float on air — instead of one of the awkward, stilted ones that fizzled out between his fingers and left him feeling wrong-footed and confused, like he'd put his elbows on the table or committed some other social fake paw that he was supposed to know about by now.
But just in case it did go like that, he'd still have said it, and he’d still have left himself plenty of time to screw his head on before the match. He was a professional after all. Give him a few minutes recovery in the storage room that wasn't Higgins' office anymore, and by the time the lads started filtering in, he’d be fine.
Then they’d start the real pre-match march. Light workout and pre-game presser. Meal time, then the real warmups, the ones meant to get your blood flowing and your food settled. Cleanup, out of practice kit, into training kit. Let the physios at him again with their magic tape. Into the tunnel to mingle with the reporters: soundbites, heart-warming stories, all the patter ('Why, yes, West Ham has played a strong year, 'course I’ve got my eye on City-always do, don’t I? No I don’t give a flying fuck if Zava’s got a scorpion named after him now, fuck off—")
Well hopefully no one’d ask him about Zava. Not a match had passed without some journo brining him up, but maybe the possibility of them winning the league would be enough to shut them up for once, instead of it turning into yet another retrospective on how Zava's head start was the reason the team had made it this far in the rankings.
Pricks.
Then it’d be speech time. Jamie didn’t understand what it was about gaffers and speeches, but they’d seemed to all agree in their mysterious gaffer ways that it was the one time you were allowed to be emotional in front of the players. Ted usually didn’t have that problem, but he certainly never shied away from the chance to one-up himself with a game day speech. It was sure to be a good one.
Then nothing else would matter, cause there’d be the match.
Everything made sense on the pitch.
Jamie knew what he had to do on the pitch.
Nothing could touch him on the pitch.
No one was ever waiting for him on the pitch.
He wondered if they won, if he’d come back to find a message on his phone.
He wondered if they lost, if he’d come back to find a message on his phone.
He checked his phone again.
3:50am.
6% battery.
He turned off the screen and shut his eyes. In ten minutes, he’d get up. Sort out his life. Win the league.
In ten minutes.
Until then, he’d try to enjoy what he had. Warm blanket. A nice place to sleep. No new messages on his phone. An ankle and a nose that weren’t broken. People who’d welcomed him inside. People who'd forgiven him for his mistakes.
It was enough.
He just had to make sure he didn't mess it up.
#gift fic#fic: oh god you're gonna get it (you have not been given love)#jamie tartt#roy kent#ted lasso fic#fuck jamie's dad#injury#fic: deleted scene
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Anon: Hello! May I have 56 and 180 for Pakunoda?
Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, abduction, threats
Prompt 56 + 180
You could hear the ticktack of her pink shoes, your heart beating in your throat whenever the sound came far too close, filling your lungs with paranoia. How did she even find you? Your best guess would be that she must have gotten help from some of her 'friends' or whatever they were? Her partners in crime? Yes, that sounded more likely.
"(y/n), darling, come out. I know that you're scared but let's talk about it. Running away won't get you anywhere."
She sounded calm, her voice soothing and trying to beckon you to reveal yourself willingly. If only her last sentence wouldn't have hold such a sinister and frightening implication, this all would have been much sweeter for you. Even then though, you wouldn't have left your hiding spot. Pakunoda had broken your trust, you had seen something you shouldn't have seen and this was the very reason why you were currently stuck in such a cramped space, your limbs twisted so that you could fit inside. Your muscles were everything but happy, sore and tired. The supply of fresh air was close to insufficient as you had closed the lid to hide yourself from her eyey better, sealing off your biggest source of fresh air which left you with troubled breaths, only adding to your growing fear.
One side of your head was pressed against the hard material as you followed Paku closely by tracking down the sound of her footsteps. You didn't want to risk peaking your head out, not as long as you could still hear her outside.
“Sweetheart…where are you hiding? I know you’re here. Come out, come out, wherever you are."
You gave her no reaction, only pressing yourself closer against the cold material. You couldn't hear anything though. She must have stopped walking around and searching for you, apparently waiting for a response from you. One you surely wouldn't give to her. Ten seconds passed. Twenty seconds passed. Thirty seconds passed.
You pressed your temple closer against the cold solid when you heard her releasing a deep breath as if attempting to not even lose an ounce of her composure. She always did that when anything or anyone threatened to break her patience. You were definitely getting to her though. The queasy sensation in your stomach made it difficult to decipher whether you thought of that as a good or as a bad thing. She was armed with a pistol whilst you were completely unarmed after all. As much as you didn't want to believe that she would ever shoot you, you weren't as sure anymore.
"Do you really want to play this game, (y/n)? It would be best for you if you don't complicate this situation any further."
You couldn't move very well due to the lack of space and out of fear that even the slightest movement could give you away but the change in her tone made you still shudder. Cold, detached with a sharp undertone to highlight her warning. Had you ever heard her speaking so icily before? You couldn't recall but it was hardly surprising. You had barely scratched the real Pakunoda after all and now you were walking on thin ice, threatening to shatter with each step you took.
There was no mistaking it though, this was the side of Pakunoda you had never seen before as she had carefully hidden it from you until you had witnessed it and had split the image she had so carefully kept those last two years. Another silence smothered you as the woman again gave you a bit of time to show yourself. She had always been so patient. The very trait you had used to adore and feel grateful though now only wracked your jittery nerves even more as you were desperately brainstorming how to flee unharmed. You couldn't come up with anything though as your mind blanked out, the sheer fear cutting every logical thought off.
"Nevermind then." she muttered gently as she exhaled collectedly, her composure intact and unshakable once again, a realization that made your stomach churn. Especially once she walked over to you, her footsteps getting closer and closer until she stopped. Right in front of you.
"I’ll find you anyways, I can hear your breathing.”
You didn't get any time to form a single thought on what to do, Pakunoda did not grant you the luxury to prepare yourself even slightly as she removed the top forcefully. The onslaught of light falling into the body was an assault on your vision as you shut your eyes tight, the echo of the lid falling onto the hard ground making you flinch. You blinked a couple of times to get your eyes used to the bright light before they focused on the woman who stood above you, an apathetic expression on her face you had rarely seen before. There was no way for you to escape though, not as long as you were stuck inside here with your whole body aching due to the unnatural position it was in.
"Did..." You had to pause your sentence as you swallowed the growing lump in the back of your throat down, although it provided little as it instantly pushed it's way back up. "Did you knew the entire time that I was here?"
"I did." was her short and precise answer, her unwavering eyes gazing down at you with such a foreign coldness that you had troubles properly breathing. You felt betrayed though as you felt like she had toyed with you the entire time. If she had known where you had been from the start, why had she not just taken you? Why toy with your feelings?
"If you knew, why didn't you just retrieve me from the very beginning?" you dared to ask her, your hurt audible in your shaky voice as your look mirrored your emotions.
"I wanted to give you a chance so that I could hopefully make things easier for you. You didn't head my advice though and instead ran away. You didn't listen to me back then either."
What did she just say? You were in disbelief when you heard her words. Was she blaming you for not having listened to her by going outside despite her warning?
"Are you trying to imply that I'm the one who messed everything up? Even when you were the one who lied to me the entire time? I'm not the murderer between the two of us! I have a right to be afraid and run away!" you nearly shouted, the audacity of her to even imply that it might be your fault triggering anger and disbelief inside of you.
You saw how she pursed her lips, your words definitely eliciting some sort of emotion out of her although you had troubles identifying what it was as she quickly masked her emotions behind her indifferent mask again, not giving you a chance to read her.
"It's true that I lied and kept my activities a secret from you but I only did that because I wanted to protect you from the truth. Now that you've seen everything though, I have no choice but introduce you to them. My boss has requested your presence to decide how to deal with you now that you know of my identity. That's why you have to come leisurely with me now because otherwise other members will come after you too if you try to escape any longer. Do not think that just because I won't hurt you, they wouldn't either."
Every word induced more and more fear inside of you as you shrinked, your body twisting until the back of your head was pressed uncomfortably against the bottom of the container, making Pakunoda look all the more intimidating. "What will happen to me now? Will I die? Like them?" you croaked out, tears starting to cover your eyes and blur your vision.
"No. I won't let them kill you. I'll just have to keep you somewhere for safety from now on so you won't be able to contact anyone. Only if you comply though because if you inform anyone, you'll be labeled a traitor and you can probably imagine what we do with traitors." There was a twist in her expression as she spoke the last sentence, a grim look that overtook her features shortly as if that thought stumbled across great unease inside of her.
She had no justification to feel that way though, not when it was your life that was at potential risk because of her right now. You could die, not her. Your resentment that started bubbling up deep inside your chest manifested itself on your face as you couldn't suppress the glare you shot at her, even if your current position and the tears inside your eyes took away some of the intimidation factors. You knew though that it was over now. You were done for.
She took notice of your attempted glare and reciprocated it with a stern glare of her own, far more convincing than the look you were giving her.
“Silly little thing. Don’t you realize that this is all your fault?”
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ‘‘……꒱.*ೃ. ;; 〔 ☁️ 〕 `𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
‘‘ 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝙲𝚄𝙱, 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢...? ’’
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…… a day off in the lounge, after who knows how long, the team was finally granted a few days of freedom. The Commandant had already put aside every single paperwork, left his exosuit to be repaired since it was heavily damaged from the last encounter with Ascendants, wearing nothing but comfortable clothes fitting his style, he was resting on one of the sofas.
Liv and Lucia had go to visit some places they wanted to go after the proper papers were signed (constructs are not allowed to leave if it's not for mission unless the Commandant signed a notification and was approved by Hassen), and so the only one was him, enjoying the silence and letting his mind drift to the world of dreams.
A knock on the door. He groaned and walked to the door, before he could even try to open it came another knock. How impatient was the one behind it? A metallic sound, the person behind was none other than Lee himself. With him, there was a small box-shaped CUB, a screen showing an emoji. Zenas thought it was the same deadpan face of Lee. How cute.
ㅤㅤㅤ“What are you doing here? I thought you wanted to visit your brother.” Zenas said while resting on the sofa, again. He couldn't take his eyes from the small buddy.
ㅤㅤㅤ“I already did.” As usual, his face did not change, but Zenas noticed the emojis on the CUB did. For a split of seconds, it looked... happy? before it returned to the serious one.
Lee noticed his Commandant eyes not leaving the small thing beside him, so he handed it to him. It seems that everyone thought Punchy was rather an interesting CUB, and not only an amazing combat partner but very useful in other aspects.
Zenas eyes beamed in excitement. He held the CUB with utmost care, he definitely didn't want to break it. Observing how detailed it was but also speechless at the fact, despite looking quite small in size, it could turn itself into an entire fist and destroy some corrupted without sweating a bit. It was indeed interesting.
He looked at it for quite a while, smiling every now and then, patting its "head", or rubbing its "chin", like he would do with any other dog or cat. Punchy did give the feeling of a pet more than a cub, even Bianca's or Karenina's one that had animal shapes didn't make him go this wild. Maybe it's because of the "face", or because it was owned by Lee. Perhaps both options were valid.
On the other hand, sitting in front of him, was the blonde construct. Zenas was too oblivious to notice, but the blue eyes that would hold kindness for him were showing some annoyance. For some weird reason Lee could not understand, there was a strange emotion forming in his chest, a bit heavy, but mostly he felt.. angry?. The more he looked at Zenas being close to the CUB, giving it so much attention made his mechanical veins boil.
Abruptly Lee took Punchy out of Zenas' hands. Startled by the sudden action, it took him a moment to form a sentence.
ㅤㅤㅤ“Why did you do that? Give Punchy back, he's cute” Zenas complained, frowning. He extended his hands, waiting for Lee.
But that last word, cute, made Lee even more annoying. What was this feeling he was experiencing? Weirdly enough he didn't want to see Punchy now, he was even mad at the small CUB. The only thing that happened was Zenas being overly excited to see it and, after a few minutes of observing, Lee started to feel that way.
ㅤㅤㅤ“... no” Lee answered, but his voice was barely a whisper, almost inaudible.
Zenas was taken aback. Was he... sulking? He looked down at Punchy and the emojis on the screen changed so abruptly, as if it was hard for the tiny pal to discern what its owner was feeling. It suddenly clicked in Zenas mind, but it sounded so ridiculous, maybe he was wrong and there was something else going on, but nevertheless he had to take the shot and ask.
ㅤㅤㅤ“Lee...” he had to take a pause, what would he do if it was actually that? he was going haywire already. “Are you... jealous?”
Lee didn't reply, but Punchy did. Who would've thought that his other partner in battle, the one he himself created to make things easier, would betray him this way? The screen showed a specific set of emojis, lines between parenthesis. Lee was feeling embarrassed. So that only meant what Zenas said was true.
Lee's face was partially hidden by his blonde hair. But Zenas could see his ears, they were so red, he thought if it was possible, his entire face and neck would also be tinted with the same colour. He chuckled, not to mock him, but because that fact made him extremely happy.
#sae pgr writings#pgr#punishing gray raven#pgr lee#lee hyperreal#pgr fanfic#oc x canon#canon divergence#punchy#lee is silly#pgr global#i love lee so much#help me
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@gruesim was lovely enough to give me the caw files for Rockwood. I tried first doing the trick to edit existing worlds but since reinstalling the game without 2 ep's I've not been able to do that trick any more (the reason could be something completely different but the missing ep's are my guess).
Basically what I wanted was an empty version and a few tiny lot modifications.
First I fenced off the extension, so my sims don't fall to their deaths. There should be actually a barrier here (I've seen it in a few pics), but it never showed up for me. The lot changes that I did to this part was making the two lots a bit smaller and adding a long lot at the edge of the extension to have a boardwalk.
Built city hall.
I know it's a bit bare and dull from the outside but I'm building this world from the tax sims pay so things progress slowly. This lot will at some point also feature the church and a police station.
Build my people a factory so they have somewhere to work in. The front door the is the RH door to the criminal hideout. A side door does lead inside the factory because below it is all the RH rugs I need to run this hood.
I was originally planning that the church would be in this lot and the factory would have been in the extension. The lot where city hall is now was suppose to be a combo lot with city hall / police station / hospital. But I want the city hall lot to be a library and adding a RH in there would have changed the lot type. With Ultimate career, it doesn't really matter where the "actual" lot is, but I didn't also want it to look as if my sims gave birth in the factory when they were due. So I'm going to build the hospital on the factory lot, and this will no longer be an issue.
The building next to the factory is called the block. It's a low income housing that will eventually be owned by Robert Grim. For now it's just a shell until he can "buy" it and start renovating it ready for tenants. Because generation 2 is still only kids, this is not a happening any time soon.
The big lot in front of the block of housing was split into two. One lot will turn into the pub and the other will be a combo lot with public school + uni.
The only RH that is not under the factory is the school RH that I added at the end of the pier so it would look like my kids take the ferry to the main land to go to school. Unfortunately this doesn't seem to be working and kids are roaming my streets all day long. I'll have to see what's the problem here when I play a house with some kids.
I guess the biggest lot changes happened to the residential area where I did some lot rearranging. Thandiwe's lot is long because she's going to be building two more identical row house units on this lot and then be the land lady for them. It's her retirement plan.
The tiny houses are 15 x 10. I always felt like 10 x 10 is too small to live comfortably. 20 x 20 is too much space while 10 x 15 is good enough. 15 x 15 would have been ideal lot size but I couldn't fit them in this space.
All of my sims did end up loosing their houses because their Rockwood lots were smaller than where they lived before. But, I did let them keep their furniture so refurnishing their houses is not a huge task.
So far I've really enjoyed playing and rearranging this world. I've always had a soft spot for Hylewood and I really like what gruesim has done to the world.
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