#he kept talking for a whole 1 and 30 minutes about just random ass shit even as I kept explaining to him he NEEDS to check in with my friend
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a helping hand [henry cavill] - part 2
A/n: I’m sorry it took me so long. I don’t like how this part turned out, at all, but I rewrote it 3 times and I can’t even think about these scenes anymore without getting annoyed. I’m just happy it’s finished and that I can start working on part 3 (that is, if you like this one enough to want to keep reading lol)
Summary: After you post on onlyfans a video starring another man, Henry decides to take matters into his own hands. (cameo: Steve Rogers) KINKY 4k
Warnings: spanking, daddy kink, dirty talk, mentions of smut and masturbation (male), humiliation/degradation kink, groping, mentions of porn and filming pornographic material, stalker-ish/obsessed Henry. (also tumblr crashed when I first tried to upload this so maybe that a sign this sucks)
You can read part 1 here!
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The sight brought down a storm upon Henry's mind. He stood there, mouth agape, watching the screen, unable to believe his eyes. It was one thing to post videos of yourself on the Internet, but to have someone else take part in them was too much. At least for Henry. Still smart and composed, he realised there wasn't anything he could do about it, but nevertheless, he was determined to not let this shit slide for much longer.
As much as he wanted to hunt down that man who dared put his hands on you, Henry gathered himself, took a deep breath and closed the onlyfans page. He was perfectly aware that just the right amount of you could get him to lose his sense of control and do things he'd later regret. Still, in desperate need to see you, he grabbed his phone, eyes scheming over your socials, only to see that the last time you had been active was 7 minutes ago. So, without much consideration, he started typing.
"You up?"
"Yep. Finishing up an essay. Coffee in 30??"
Oh, and how deeply that hurt him. "Of course" he sent you, and then checked again the post you made at 3am. '...I'll go to sleep right now, edit it for you when I wake up...'
You were lying? Why were you lying to him? It drove him insane. Henry felt like he couldn't sit down anymore, like he had no chance to catch his breath. He couldn't think straight, so he wasn't really to blame for what he did next.
Henry's fingers flew over the keyboard, accessing Facebook and logging into your account, desperate to see whether he could find out who the man in your video was. And it was as easy as it could've been, considering your last 5 conversations were with the girl friends he already knew about. But somewhere among them, he spotted an unfamiliar name - Steve R., and instantly clicked and opened the conversation. His blood started to boil when the multitude of emojis you sent reached his eyes, but he scrolled up, until he found the beginning of yesterday's conversation.
It was started by you, and with a request. You were blunt and went straight for it, asking him with just one message to be in the video with you. There was no trace of your relationship with him on the Internet, so Henry had no idea regarding the nature of yours and Steve's connection. Judging by the way you addressed him, he could easily assume the man was nothing more than a fuck buddy. Even though it angered him, Henry kept his calm and decided to go about this with care. It would only be a matter of time until he removed Steve from your life. But for now, he just had to keep digging for information.
Steve R.: "Exactly what do you need me to do, baby? Spank you? In front of the camera? Are you serious?"
"Yes, Steve. Come on!! I know we haven't seen each other in a while, but still... 😇 when it comes to these things, you know me better than anyone"
Henry scoffed. Who the fuck was this guy?
Steve R.: "I know, baby"
Steve R.: "What's in it for me?"
Smoke came out of Henry's ears, and the fact that you acted so sweet and innocent made him want to smash his keyboard.
"Whatever you want! Just do this for me!!! Please!!!! 🥺😊😋"
Steve R.: "Ofc I'll do it, sweetheart. I got you"
"Thank you thank you thank you 😘"
Steve R.: "I should be the one to thank you"
Steve R.: "Send me the location and I'll be over there asap"
After that, your address followed and then that was it. Determined to dig deeper, Henry started to scroll up again, wanting to find out as much as he could about this mysterious man. He didn't get a chance to lurk too much before this computer alerted him of a notification, the onlyfans tab glowing orange. His attention was instantly won, smiling devilishly as he checked the content.
Posted 30 seconds ago, was the new video. Ready to kick back and enjoy, Henry pressed the play button, ready to go at it with an open mind.
He reluctantly accepted the fact that there was another man in it with you, but he decided to enjoy it nevertheless. The video started, displaying Steve seated on the couch, thighs suggestively parted. He had a pair of black dress pants on, dangerously stretched over his massive thighs. A white, elegant shirt hugged his visibly sculpted torso, the top two buttons undone to show just a hint of chest hair. Quite a sight, but all Henry saw was trash. With his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a silver watch on his wrist and a pinky ring on, Steve patted his thigh, cueing your entrance.
When Henry saw you, he felt his breath reach a new, sudden level of difficulty. With the shortest of skirts barely managing to cover your ass and a mostly see-through shirt on your top half, you made your way to him in such an angelic way that Henry couldn't believe his eyes.
You looked like happiness personified, and it came in such a painful contraction to what you were about to do, that it twisted Henry's mind in such a perverse way, his cock nearly twitched just by seeing you.
When you were about to bend over Steve's thigh, he grabbed your chin and stopped you mid action, his lips slamming against your as his free hand lewdly caressed your ass. He flung the skirt over your hips, your flimsy underwear on full display.
Attentive to the events unfolding on the screen, Henry found his cock, teasingly rubbing it over the material of his pajama pants. His mouth watered when he felt the sensibility in his tip, actually believing this would be easier than he initially anticipated.
"Are you going to be Daddy's good little girl, or do I have to make this fucking hurt?" Steve asked and Henry almost threw up.
"Yes, Daddy. I'll be good" you mewled, wiggling your feet.
"Let's see" the man menacingly chuckled, releasing a sharp slap against your ass that made you yelp out in pain.
At this point, about 30 seconds in that was, Henry was already losing his mind. It was as if you took a trip inside his dreams and decided to play out his fantasies. The only problem was that you did it with another man. It was next to impossible for him to keep this going.
"Can you count?" Steve taunted, his hand traveling all over the back of your thighs, your exposed ass and between your legs.
"Yes, Daddy" you eagerly nodded and Henry almost threw up.
"I wouldn't be surprised if a dumb slut like you didn't know how to" Steve chuckled, "But it's ok, that's how we like our girls. Dumb and pretty"
"Thank you, Daddy"
Henry couldn't believe his eyes. He refused to accept the fact that a random man got to play with your innocence like that. You were his sweet little girl. And if until now he pushed through heroically, when literal yelps of pain started erupting from your lips as the blonde man slapped your ass hard enough to rock your whole frame, Henry's blood ran cold.
But no matter how hard the jealousy had hit him, the video was still pushing his limits of self control. It was still what he always wanted to see. When he reached inside his pants and grabbed his cock, a low grunt of early satisfaction left his lips. He once again found himself picturing you, willing to please him, but this time, he didn't get to go too far. The buzzing sound of his doorbell rang through his apartment, and he never stood up faster.
Cock still hard and completely visible through his pants, Henry slapped the pause button and minimized the browser, before springing to his feet and rushing to the door.
"Henry!" you exclaimed as soon as he came into view. He looked somehow tired, but it was easy to tell there was something else bothering him. "You didn't answer your phone" you pouted.
"Yeah, sorry" he shook his head, a few sweaty curls falling against his forehead. "I was busy with something. What's up?"
You raised your eyebrows and pointed to the door of your apartment, "You said you'd come over? Coffee? Remember?"
"Oh, shit, yeah" Henry cringed, rubbing his forehead. "I'll be over in 10 minutes, that ok?"
"Sure" you beamed, completely oblivious to the way he just tried to get rid of you. With utter nonchalance, you pushed your way past him and strolled into the kitchen.
"You wanna wait here?" he muttered.
"Yeah... Is that a problem? I can leave..."
"No, no" Henry eventually sighed and rushed over to you. He cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead. "Wait here, I'll be right back"
And that was what you did. You silently sat down, grabbing a bag of chips you found laying around, and settled to wait. And maybe, a few seconds passed where nothing devious came to mind, but as time ticket itself away, boredom got to you. First you stood up, and padded to the hallway, looking around. There was almost nothing new over there, but it still felt so homey you absolutely loved to inspect every detail. The TV in the living room was turned off, a couple of pizza boxes on the floor and his DVD cases laying around - absolutely nothing interesting.
You sighed and plopped down on his couch, folding your legs under your body, ready to flip through the channels on TV until he'd decide to join you. Nothing seemed of interest, being bombarded with news and fishing programs. "Old man" you thought to yourself, before opening up the menu in search for something less depressing. A wave of nostalgia hit you when you came across a Spiderman marathon, and you were done for. Maybe one full episode passed until Henry walked out of the bathroom, but you were nowhere near ready to leave.
"Look what's playing!" you beamed, pointing to the screen. Henry raised his eyebrows in amusement, his shoulders shaking as he softly laughed at your unusual choice of entertainment.
"Are you serious? Cartoons?"
"Yes!" you scoffed, extending your arms and gesturing for him to join you. Although reluctant at first, Henry agreed to sit and watch the show with you, but not before brewing some coffee first.
When he returned from the kitchen, two steaming mugs in tow, you shuffled to the side and welcomed him on the couch. He brought you close against him, draping his arm around your body. With your head resting on his shoulder, you sipped your coffee, eyes glued to the TV. "You seriously never watched these as teen? You were 11 when it came out."
"I did" Henry laughed, rubbing his hand up and down your side, "I was in love with Felicia Hardy"
"MJ was so much better!" you shook your head disappointed, "You have no taste"
"No need for that" Henry threatened, his fingers exploring their way down your body. The way he trailed his hand across your hips and thighs made you squirm, smiling to yourself as you shuffled closer to him.
Henry was more than happy to reciprocate, kissing your forehead and squeezing you tighter.
And just like that, you didn't care about Spiderman anymore. You flung your leg over Henry's lap, all but crawling on top of him. The episode was still playing in the background, but none of you was paying attention anymore. Henry wrapped his muscular arms around your frame, eliciting a soft moan from your lips as you pushed your hips down against his thigh. His hands traveled lower, exploring your body with delicate but greedy strokes.
As you let yourself get carried away with absolutely no worry in mind, Henry knew exactly what he was doing. And considering how easily you let your guard down, he had you right where he wanted.
When you hid your face in the crook of his neck, your nose rubbing across the slope of his collarbone, Henry's right hand found your ass. You froze for a second, but his gentle caress helped you relax again in an instant. With his lips against the top of your head, he allowed his fingers to sink into your flesh. Your whole frame stiffened as you gathered a handful of his hoodie into your fist.
"What's wrong?" Henry cooed, grabbing your chin, "You ok?"
"Yep" you whimpered, and then winced again as he squeezed your ass once more. "I'm good-" you lied, cupping the side of his neck into your palm as you crawled higher up his body, your lips right against his ear.
As weak as he was for you, Henry stood his ground. If you wanted to play this game, he'd do it, but he wouldn't let you win.
"Does this hurt?" he asked, roughly groping your ass.
Jumping slightly from the pain, you still managed to shake your head, blurting out another lie. "... no"
"What about this?" Henry teased, grinning widely as he shoved his hands inside your leggings, under your panties.
The urgency of his touch made your eyes open wide, your back arching as you tried to push yourself off of him.
"Does it hurt, darling?" he continued, keeping you in place with ease.
Defeated, you sighed and lowered your gaze, "A bit" you mumbled.
"Just a bit?"
"Henry-"
"Did he fuck you good?"
Your mouth fell open. "What- no, I didn't- we didn't do anything-"
"Didn’t do anything?" Henry grinned, his perfect teeth showing as he proudly pried information out of you.
"I just... fuck-"
Seeing no way out of this one, and eager to stop hiding, you pushed yourself back. Henry's hands left your body as you sat beside him, and he watched you curiously, patiently waiting for you to word your thoughts. "I just filmed a video for my page, that's all" you bowed your head.
"What kind of video?" Henry questioned.
His demeanour was so relaxed, he was right in his element, unlike you, who were riled up to the extreme. "A spanking video-" you cleared, awkwardly fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.
"Did he spank you good?"
His hand found your hips again, and you leaned into his touch, nodding your head yes as you were too embarrassed to actually word your answer.
"Then show me"
He was dominant and stern, and even if you wanted to, you felt like saying no wasn't an option. Henry didn't wait for your permission as he grabbed your waist and pulled you up to your knees, chuckling softly to himself when he saw you shyly smile down at him.
His fingers curled around the waistband of your leggings, forcefully pulling them down your thighs. "Come on" he urged you, softly guiding you to lay down across his lap, your ass barely covered by the pinkish and slightly unflattering underwear you had chosen for the day.
Henry's breathing picked up at the sight, and so did yours. You watched him over your shoulder, his fingers tracing over the bruises Steve left on your bum the night before.
"Henry-?" you whimpered, the anticipation building up in the pit of your stomach becoming too much to bear.
"Yes, darling?" he cooed, leaning down to the side to kiss your cheek. His stumble tickled your skin and you whimpered when his hand made its way between your legs.
You felt his fingers against your opening and involuntarily clenched your thighs around him, hiding your face in the cushions of below your head.
"Tell me" Henry pushed, teasing your folds and clit over your underwear.
"Nothing, I-" you cried, making him chuckle.
He loved giving you a taste of your own medicine. He straightened himself up and grabbed your ass into his hands, squeezing until you yelped out in pain. A soft laughter of approval escaped his throat as he bent down and pressed his lips to one of your cheeks, applying lingering kisses over each and every single bruise.
The way he took control of the situation and handled your body, turned you on to no end. For whatever reason, being exposed like that for him, waiting for any kind of judgement to leave his lips, you were getting more and more riled up by the second. You were done for. You did your best not to moan with need, but little did you know that was exactly what kept you from being thrown onto the floor and fucked into oblivion. Just one single sign was all you needed in order to break his self control, but you didn’t have it in you to do it.
But he didn’t say anything, instead just keeping you on your toes as he had his way. You were dripping through your underwear, and judging by the bulge in his pants that pushed up against your belly, you knew he was on the same page as you. But again, he didn’t allow things to go further. Everything about this moment pointed in the right direction - the teasing, the touching, you were all but whimpering in his lap, but he cut the moment short with a sharp slap against your ass before he helped you up. Henry acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened as he pulled your leggings back up, but this glare became colder when he found your eyes.
He bent down and spoke into your ear, "He could've done a better job"
Completely under his spell, you bit your lip and furrowed your eyebrows. "I don't think I would have been able to take any more"
"That's not what I said" Henry shook his head.
"Look at you being an expert" you teased, relishing in the fact that he seemed eager to keep things going.
"All I'm saying is that if you had asked someone else-" Henry laughed, stroking your cheek, "Things would have turned out much more different"
"Oh" you pouted, ready to tease him further. "Who should I have asked-"
Just when you started getting comfortable and confident enough to push things further, Henry's phone rang. "I don't have to take that" he shook his head when he heard you stopped talking.
"Just see who it is" you giggled, slapping his shoulder.
Before doing so, Henry grabbed your chin and kissed your forehead, his touch drawing you in like a magnet as you leaned into him when he pulled away. With a sigh, you eventually crawled off his lap and then your face fell with disappointment when Henry showed you the screen of his phone.
"Yeah?" he huffed after picking up, his boss being the last person he wished to talk to right now.
You watched him closely as he listened to whatever the man was saying, and almost whined out loud when Henry frowned annoyed.
"I'll call you back in 5, ok?" he asked and after a couple of seconds hung up.
"I'm so sorry-" Henry sighed, turning to you, "I gotta go take this, there's a problem with one of the radars, I need to go see if I can fix it remotely"
"Sure thing" you shook your head. "But please tell me you don't have plans tonight"
"I don't" Henry leaned towards you and again, kissed your forehead. As much as you loved the sweet gesture, it was now more than ever that you craved something else entirely.
"And please don't forget about me again" you giggled, grabbing his biceps and stopping him from leaving without a promise.
"I won't" he sighed, "I'm really sorry about that. I'll make it up to you"
"However I want?" you beamed and licked your lips.
"Absolutely" Henry smiled, sweetly embracing you before walking you to the door.
You had his word now, and you were planning on making it count. There was no way either you or Henry would act as if nothing had happened, and you couldn't wait.
Once alone and seated at his desk, Henry opened up the text editor associated with the code he wrote months ago. When his screen was flooded with errors and his chat popped up with three different messages asking for help from his colleagues, Henry all but yelled out loud in frustration. Not only did he wish to be with you, it was also Sunday, one of his days off. But he couldn't just text the pilot of the plane whose radar went berserk and tell him to wait. So he got to work, determined to get this done as soon as possible.
But unfortunately, that 'as soon as possible' turned into 3 hours of continuous work. He didn't even stand up to go to the bathroom until he made sure everything was on point. It was about 4pm when the program started running smoothly again, and seeing how he had a few more hours to waste until he had to see you, Henry decided to make the best of them, by getting a head start on his tasks for the following day.
Productivity flowed through his fingertips as he solved the first issue he had been assigned for the day to come, getting ready to start working on the second one when a call caught his attention. He didn't recognize the ring tone, and it only dawned on him that he was still logged into your facebook account a couple of seconds after it stopped ringing.
Still curious, Henry switched the tabs on his computer, noticing that the chat with Steve, which he left open hours ago, showed that there was an ongoing video call. His jaw fell. Henry tightened his hands into fists, fuming with anger. First as you for doing this, and then at himself for allowing you to believe this was an ok thing to do. He knew there was no way to eavesdrop on your conversation even if he had the password, but that didn't mean his curiosity died down. No, it only grew stronger.
He felt lost for a minute, but then he thought of something. On his dresser, right next to his winter gloves and under his favorite jogging hat, laid an extra set of keys. Henry remembered the day you gave them to him, saying something along the lines of 'I feel much safer knowing that if something were to happen, you could always get to me, Henry.' and then remembered how you stuffed them in his pocket, and kissed his chest before stepping back. Such different times.
There was no trace of hesitation inside his mind as he grabbed the keys and made his way out of his home. He passed the hallway in less than a second and pressed his ear to the door. It was perfectly quiet, and through the peephole, he couldn't see any light. You weren't in the kitchen or living room, so he felt confident enough. After putting his phone on vibrate, Henry ever so gently pushed the key inside, turning it inside the lock with the most meticulous movement his wrist could muster. The sound of the door knob being turned was so faint he barely even heard it, but his pulse skyrocketed when he heard the click that signaled the door was finally open.
With small, careful steps, he made his way inside. The entire apartment was dark and quiet as he made his way in, stopping just outside your bedroom as the relaxed, deep voice of a stranger became audible through the wall. “Trust me, sweetheart. Just relax, I got you. You’re all tense, I can see it from here. You know I have more experience with this than you do, just do as I say”
With one hand on the doorknob of your bedroom, Henry was ready to put an end to this whole charade. He knew he might regret it later, but he didn't care. The image of a so called friend, pushing you to do anything that you seemed to have clearly stated your discomfort about, flipped a switch inside his brain. There was no stopping him because no one, no one got to push you around like that. Not while he could do anything about it.
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Pairing: Gang leader Yoongi X Shooter OC (AKA his baby/right hand)
About- You’re both stressed and end up fucking it out on the bar top of one of your many nightclubs.
Or- Shit’s just getting a little funky over here...and maybe it has something to do with an old friend turned enemy recently getting out of jail.
WARNINGS: (This is actually a little softer than it sounds; their dynamic is just harder if that makes sense?) Light/rushed prep, fingering, dirty talk, spit play, cum play, choking, hair pulling, semi public sex, biting/marking, Light degeration kink (He calls her a little slut/a bitch...but more so playfully than anything)
WC: 1.2K Sneak peak (Full thing is around 8K)
NOTE/BACKSTORY- I have a series on here called “The Plug” It’s Jimin centered but Yoongi bounces in and out...the premise of that story is Jimin started out as a street dealer back in HS then turned the business legal once he got older. Now he’s dealing with the repercussions of his past slowly trying to hinder his future! There was an alternate version...where the main male character actually grew the business once he took over and turned it into an organized crime empire...instead of going more...corporate. When I wrote that version I always pictured Yoongi as opposed to Jimin...so this was the original drafted part 1 from almost 2 years ago that I never posted!
ABOUT 55 HOURS PRIOR
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THURSDAY 3:30 PM , Legends Gentlemen’s Club
It was a quarter to 4 on a Thursday afternoon, your alone, standing behind the main bar, starting the ever so tedious process of counting open your drawers for the day. Which was already proving to be a nuisance, since the drawer in question is already looking a little...off. The faint sound of some random Spotify playlist floods through the speakers, filling the empty space that’s usually compact with close to a hundred sweaty bodies on the daily.
About halfway through the first register you heard the side door to the club creek open. You already knew who it was, given the time of day, for starters the clubs not even open to the public yet. More importantly the way they just barged in like they own the damn place, then in a more tactical sense, this place is bugged up the ass, there's cameras hidden every-damn-where. Your phone lights up the minute tires hit the pavement of the back lot!
But also...is it creepy that you know your man just from his walk alone? Cause, yeah, even the footing let you know it wasn’t Joon, Tae or Jimin....it was none other than Mr.Min!
Hints why you never stopped counting down your register, nor did you even spare the visitor a glance. Not that you were worried regardless, your man never really got off on the whole damsel in distress aesthetic. Which is why your glock was hidden under the bartop, right next to the panic button that did a little more than just call 5-O! Actually it didn't call the police at all, it called your boys which was far worse...
Even once the footsteps grew closer and you felt a shift in body heat hit the back of your neck! Tossing his black aviators and a zip-lock freezer bag full of what looks like crushed ice (Though this is far from your first rodeo, so yes you're very much aware of what it actually is) onto the bar. Brows furrowing into the center of your face, briefly wondering mid count why he’s the one dropping that off and not one of the runners.
Initially Yoongi was going to leave you be for a while, well aware of your daily routine, planning to busy him with his phone, and overpriced coffee! But you kept doing this thing, which was essentially existing, in this dress that just clung to every damn curve on your body which he’s committed to memory at this point! So, after a good meh, 50 seconds patience becomes a nuisance and his Starbucks is swiftly forgotten.
You already knew it was only a matter of time, this man couldn’t keep his hands off you if his life depended on it! You could literally feel him eye fucking you since he walked it. Honestly you thought you were doing a pretty good job adverting him...until eventually the man in question became a little harder to ignore! Especially once your caged against the bar top with one smooth roll of the hips. Breath hitching in your throat, lashes fluttering and if this was a couple years ago you would’ve fumbled this entire drawer.
At this point it’s just second nature, honestly once he settled behind you, it’s a little easier to focus now that there’s a familiar weight dawning your body.
Broad shoulders and chest pressed flush against your back, sandwiching you between his frame and the smooth wood counter. Hips grazing the swell of your ass, as you accidentally wiggle against him, with a cheeky little smirk. You still can’t understand this mans anatomy, how the actual fuck is he big and small all at the same damn time?! Because currently, in this very moment he feels like the iron giant and your feeling all types of microscopic! Suddenly consumed by the warm, yet heady scent of his cologne, infiltrating your senses! A chin resting leisurely against your shoulder, and a cold little button nose, teasing up the side of your neck!
Swiftly letting the stack of twenties fall from your fingertips, internally wincing upon noticing the drawer is off for the 2nd time this week! Soo, I guess a bitch is starting over and hoping it was an operator error on your end or it’s not going to be a good day for Barbie! A running joke within your crew is believe it or not...Yoongi’s actually the nice one, do with that information what you will!
You already need a damn break, this is not starting out well, so you slowly let your eyes fall shut briefly, allowing yourself to essentially just drown in his presence for a moment. Already feeling a migraine brooding in the center of your face. Reclining your neck and Yoongi takes the hint, smirking like the little shit he is the entire time. Painting a trail towards your ear in a form of messy open mouthed kisses that already have you shifting against him. An unintentional arch forming in your back and goosebumps spreading along your skin. Long tattooed fingers cascading along your stomach, teasing over the thin fabric. Idly drawing patterns into the half mesh, half rhinestone, thirst trap you called a dress!
Yoongi doesn't even attempt to start a conversation, clearly content with leaving little bouquets of blues and purples against your shoulders. He always has been a tad bit possessive, faint hums and sighs leave your throat as you continue counting. Though, regardless of how good all feels, there's something a little more pressing sitting in your throat! You’ve also never been the best at biting your tongue either soooo...
“So, I had a talk with Joonie this morning...just going over numbers and shit…” Yoongi hums low against your skin, coaxing you to continue. “When we started going over scheduling for the Clubs this weekend he asked me to have Bam cover Taes shift” Yoongi's lips still at that, a labored breath shuttering through his chest,blunt nails digging into your sides.
“So, would you care to explain to me why the actual fuck Joonie says Taes going on, out of state runs now!?”
Of fucking course! He’s going to shoot Namjoon in the damn foot! Actually no, even better, he's going to drown all of his plants and not his weed plants but he’s boujee ass Bosnian whatever the fucks! That he buys from the old white lady at the farmers market! This was a conversation Yoongi was hoping to have with you on his own, preferably high as hell and post orgasm.
Pivoting your head slightly, “When were you planning on filling me in, or do I not get to know shit about my boys anymore?” Yeah, your boys….much like this is your club, amongst other establishments within the Black Light District. You had your businesses, and Yoongi had his own, and though at the end of the day what’s undoubtedly yours is his and vice versa...in moments like this however...you become very territorial.
There was a pause on your end but it intentionally wasn’t long enough for him to even render any type of response! You were on one today, that’s for damn sure!
“You know, his pretty ass didn't grow up in this fucked up shit like you and Jimin did, he’s from the side of town where they'll pay $100 for a damn ounce Yoongi! An ounceeeeeeeeee! I don’t even know if he could mentally handle everything that comes with all of-“ flailing your arms haphazardly “This!”.
Everything just kinda started violently spilling from your lips before you could even process what was happening! Almost like someone just tripped your “on” switch and now you can’t stop! Yoongi’s giving no type of feedback either, face stoic, lacking any ounce of emotion to even indicate he was listening to begin with!
“Oh, not to mention Tae is literally the friendliest and softest mother fucker around, he adopted a one legged pigeon last week! There’s a reason I haven’t chosen to move him into anything heavier so why the actual fuck would you--“ Yoongi snakes his hand into your hair, gripping your scalp hard enough to have your roots burning. Though he doesn’t even acknowledge the low hiss that falls from yours lips, clearly more than over your little rant! Without saying a word he starts guiding your head where he pleases.
"Settle"
Your eyes shift something feral at that, and theres almost a snarl playing on your overly glossed lips! Ohhhhhhh the level of just...calm within his delivery right now is almost patronizing...and it has your blood boiling. There's nothing, i mean nothing worse that being pissed and the person your mad at being almost offensively relaxed.
The gang leaders eye contact would be unnerving, spine bowing even if you were anybody else...you can tell he's pissed, the slight twitch within his jaw tells you that. Yet....
“Yoongi let me the fuck g-“ Everything you were trying to say died on your tongue as he smoothly brought his lips flush to yours, it’s firm, so much so you’d almost wondered if he was trying to bruise them! Yet, regardless of the kiss never leaving the realms of chaste ,that doesn't stop you from having to suck in a deep breath through your nose to stop yourself from growing light headed! It's cliché, a little cheesy, all of the above, but it's if not anything else...an effective way to get you to shut the fuck up for half a second
Pulling back just enough to speak, yet close enough for his lips to tease yours in the process. Waiting until your eyes flutter open, living for how dazed and disoriented you’ve become within seconds! Dropping his hand to the back of your neck, squeezing, until you temporally yield beneath his touch, just like a cat being scruffed at the nape.
“First off, hi baby, I’m good, my little dinner date with sheriff Maynard went fan-fuckin-tastic thanks for asking-“ You went to open your mouth though, once your brain started flowing again, however the quirk in his brow said otherwise. “More importantly….You really think I’m that fuckin stupid?” Tone gentle yet robust, head cocked, brow tilted in your direction as he appraised you with feigned curiosity . Gaze sharp, flickering between your eyes and lips as he licks his own.
SOOOOOOOOOO Yeah, like I said I had two version of the plug, the more idk..."street" version I built around Mr. Min...as I said the full thing is 8K...and this actually is the second "scene" if you will...it starts the night of the drug deal they’re discussing! If there’s interest I’ll post an finish editing full full thing. I haven’t really been active on here in like a year or so lol I thought it would be better to ease my way in!
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Build Me Up Buttercup *Part 5*
WARNING: This chapter contains mention of sexual assault, please read at your own discretion. Also, I’m sorry these last two chapters have been kind of dark but next chapter will be super fluff I promise!
If you need to catch up:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 6
Tag List: @wanniiieeee
....And you just ran out?”
Your roommate’s judgement came through loud and clear, even through the phone.
“Yes! What the hell was I supposed to do?!” You tried defending your actions. You called them to feel better, not worse.
“Well, first of all you shouldn’t have LIED,” They kept their snarky tone.
“I didn’t LIE….per say,” You paced back and forth, twirling your hair in your fingers nervously. The silence after your statement was like you could SEE their faces just giving you “that” look.
“Oh okay what was I supposed to say? ‘Oh hey yeah you’re right Fin, I was an absolute party wreck until I couldn’t be anymore’?”
“I mean I don’t--” You heard footsteps coming up behind you, so you swung your phone to your side, cutting off their sentence.
You turned to see Rafael standing there, that permanent concerned look for you pasted on his face.
“Hey...are you ok?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I just needed some air,” You tried your best to stay calm and nonchalant.
“Are you sure? Because you--” He started to say something but you quickly interjected.
“Actually you know what Barba I’m kind of on the phone right now, can I meet you back inside?” You motioned with your phone, kicking yourself for being cold to him right now but you couldn’t deal with anything else at the moment.
“I...uh...yeah, sure,” He shook his head with an awkward smile, and walked back inside. Relieved, you put the phone back up to your ear.
“Aww, how cute. Barba cares!” your BFF’s voice cooed through the speaker.
“Yeah, in like a ‘dad caring’ kind of way,” you rolled your eyes.
��Oooof, I wouldn’t start throwing that term around, we might have to start talking about ‘daddy issues’, Y/N,” they giggled.
“SERIOUSLY?” You practically screeched into the phone, thanking every god you could think of that Rafael had gone inside before that comment.
“I’m just sayin! I’m ALSO saying that you need to go back in there and tell your squad the truth,” they returned to a very serious tone.
“Yeah I guess…” You sighed, knowing they were right.
“And I’m sorry I can’t be there with you holding your hand while you do it babe. But…”
“But what?”
“But maybe Rafael can?”
“Jesus, can you please be serious right now?”
“I am being serious! You just told me he helped you calm down earlier, and that wasn’t even half traumatic as this is gonna be,” They insisted.
“I don’t….how…?” Your face scrunched up trying to think of NON creepy ways you'd ask for someone's hand.
“Whatever, do what you want; But I do suggest telling them. Clearly you're not going to be able to keep this under wraps, and I doubt you want to keep freaking out on your co-workers. Trust them, trust RAFAEL,”
You sighed again, you knew they were right. Olivia said it herself, it was important to have a squad you trusted.
“Alright I’ll call you later,”
“You better!”
You took a deep breath and walked back into the bar, your hands shaking as you reached your booth. The group all started to speak, but you put your hand up.
“No just-- Let me talk. Fin, I am so sorry,” You addressed Fin, who shook his head in a “don't worry about it” manner.
“No, I really am. I’m sorry I freaked out on you and I’m sorry...I lied. Kind of,” the squad again looked at you in total confusion.
“God….okay, how do I….? Um….”
You started trying to form sentences in your head, words jumbled around in your brain. You started to panic again, when you felt a hand grip yours under the table. You snapped your eyes open and looked next to you where Rafael had taken your hand. He gave a small, supportive smile making you suddenly feel at ease.
“Okay. So, like I said I was pretty much a ‘caged’ child. I was homeschooled, I didn’t have any friends, just academics. Being born a ‘prodigy’ sounds good on paper, but I just always felt like a show pony. Or an alien experiment. People were always coming by to check out the ‘genius 5 year old’ play Mozart, or ‘the brilliant 10 year old finish calculus problems in under 30 seconds’.”
You took a deep breath, watching their listening faces. Too much detail hon, get there faster.
“Um, anyway. I graduated ‘high school’ at fifteen years old. I had barely made it through puberty, and I was already done with my academic childhood. Obviously, I wanted to immediately enroll in college, if for no other reason than to get away from my insanely controlling parents. But big surprise, they had a problem with it. It took me a minute to convince them that it was the right next step, full ride scholarships to literally any school in the country helped. And I mean, ANY school. All the Ivy leagues sent out their top recruiters to speak with my parents about having the ‘prodigy’ attending their establishment.
So with that, I was able to convince my parents that I knew what was best for me. I told them I was smarter than them, so clearly I could parent myself better. And God help them, they believed me,” You had to pause again, tears catching your throat. Rafael gently started rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.
“So, I started at NYU that fall, just after my sixteenth birthday. Sixteen years old, the only child in a university full of adults,”
“I don’t like where this is going,” Sonny whispered to Amanda who nodded in agreement.
“So I got paired with this room mate Layla, who was the polar opposite of myself. She was gorgeous, totally socially gifted, but dumb as a rock. Her daddy had paid her way into the school,” you rolled your eyes just thinking about her.
“And truth be told I loved her at first, because she was the sweetest girl. My first ever real friend. She took me under her wing and gave me a complete makeover; socially and physically. I had NEVER had guys look at me the way they did after she helped me. It was....intoxicating.” You paused in shame, picking at your jacket.
“So, naturally, I wanted to hang out with my friend. My ONLY friend. And hanging out with her meant going to all the coolest parties, frats and sororities. I was SIXTEEN, I didn’t….I didn’t think,” You bit your lip and stared at the floor for a moment before continuing.
“I lost my virginity at those parties,” you muttered quietly, and to your surprise the team started reacting.
“Wha-- Wait wait wait, guys that’s….that’s not even the bad part yet,” you gulped. Jesus the judgement was quickly getting real.
“Anyway I...was pretty much a huge party girl slut,” you shrugged. “I’d go and party, and hook up with random guys, and never thought twice about it because I thought ‘that’s what college girls do’,” You scoffed at your younger self for even having that notion. How could you be that smart and that stupid at the same time? It was baffling.
“And one night, it bit me in the ass,” You sighed, here comes the hard part.
“I don’t...I usually got so wasted that I didn’t CARE who I was having sex with and most of the time never remembered WHO it was anyway but-- but I’m pretty sure that night I didn’t want to,” You breathed out and looked up, willing the tears on the rims of your eyes to go back in where they came from. Rafael’s hand gripped yours tighter, making you feel safe.
“But it is what it is, this guy did what he did and left me on the floor in a frat house,” You scoffed again, this time tears dripping down your face. You couldn’t believe there was a time that you had been that pathetic, to just be left laying on the floor like a blow up doll.
“I guess Layla found me and took me home, because I woke up in my own bed. But I had bruises and hickeys ALL over my body, and just….brutal stuff,” You trailed off while you picked at your food, not wanting to go into any more detail.
Suddenly, as if turning on a light switch, your entire demeanor snapped back into ‘normal mode’, you wiped the stray tears away and cleared your throat. You were
“AHEM So...anyway, after….that, I told Layla that I couldn’t hang out with her anymore if that’s all we were going to do, and she understood. She didn’t like it, but she understood. The next semester I got a new roommate who was pretty much like myself, boring and socially inept, so I went back to the thing I knew best-- academics. I changed my major from biochemical engineering to law, because I didn’t want anyone else to go through what I went through without a voice. And after that, and a WHOLE lotta therapy, I just pushed that whole semester I lost deep, DEEP down, you know like a totally healthy person,” You tried playing it off with a laugh, but they weren’t amused.
“But...just thinking about Mary Fahey,” you sighed. “That girl had everything going for her, she was probably really smart and had a whole life ahead of her. She made the bad decision ONCE, to go to a frat party and she’s DEAD. Meanwhile, I was a stupid slut for a whole semester and the worst I got was bruised up and a pregnancy scare.”
“Please don’t tell me you’re saying what I think you’re saying,” Amanda gave you a look.
“What? That I should have been killed? Well why not? Why HER?” You protested, sipping your hurricane. It was unsettling to the squad how little you seemed to care about yourself.
“....I knew there was more to it in the bathroom,” you heard Rafael’s soft voice beside you.
“I’m sorry...I didn’t know how to tell you,” You looked at him with apologetic eyes. “I didn’t want you to think I was...trashy,”
“Ok now hold up” Fin interrupted.
“First of all, you need to stop throwing words like ‘slut’ and ‘trash’ around, especially about yourself, Y/N,” he took your hand.
“You said it yourself, people make mistakes. Hell if I worried about the amount of dumb shit I did when I was a kid I wouldn’t get out of bed in the morning,”
You had to break into a small sad smile after he said that, nodding your head in an understanding manner.
“And whether or not it was a one time thing or a ‘phase’, no one ever deserves to be assaulted for overdoing it at a party, or anywhere else,” Olivia chimed in. “EVER.”
“Exactly what the Sarge said. Assault is NEVER ok, in ANY circumstance. Even when you think you were ‘slutty’ by sleeping around, those guys are accountable too.” Sonny added. “Taking advantage of an inebriated woman is not okay,”
“AND it was statutory!” Rafael finally spoke up, his fists clenched. It was as if it had taken this entire time for him to fully process your story, and now that he did he was PISSED.
“Okay, Rafa, calm down,” Olivia placed a hand over his.
“No Liv, these guys should all be in prison for having sex with an incapacitated SIXTEEN YEAR OLD”
“Will you knock it off, counselor?” You hit his arm. “I didn’t tell you that story so you would go after a bunch of random idiots for something that happened over 10 years ago!”
“Well they should pay!” Rafael yelled again, but after you softly stroked his shoulder, he seemed to calm down.
“I appreciate the sentiment, Rafa,” you warily threw out the pet name, happy when he responded with a small smile. “But I’m over it. Mostly. On days that aren’t like this,” you added with a joking laugh, trying to ease the tension.
“Well, I really appreciate you telling us the truth, N/A,” Olivia nodded at you, the others followed suit.
You gave the first genuine smile since you came back in, looking at Rafael. He took your hand once again under the table, giving it three small squeezes. Before you knew what you were doing, your head was dropping onto his shoulder and you were scooting closer into him.
“Get a squad you can trust, right?”
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Never Enough [Jim Mason x Fem Reader] Pt 1.
Summary: The one where you and Jim have been dating for about a year and a half. And even after a year and a half, he still feels like he’s not enough for you, but of course you know he’s more than enough.
Warnings: drug use, swearing, mentions of drug use, mentions of drug abuse, teeny bit mentions of domestic violence, mentions of smut, (don’t worry it’s coming)
WC: 2.1k
A/N: First time writing about Jim. Honestly, he came to me in a dream a few nights ago and I just had to write something. Part 1 of a 2 part series. Thank you for reading! -Juno
Jim had finally convinced you to come to a party hosted by one of his friends. The music was loud and the only thing that lit up the room was a set amount of strobe lights. As you danced next to Medina, you watched your boyfriend closely. It made you warm to see him so happy. Drink in his hand, joint between his lips, he shared laughs with his friends. His hair was a sweaty mess from dancing all evening or engaging in stupid stunts.
He noticed that your eyes were burning into him. He looked up from his cup, his blue eyes meeting yours in a haze and whirlpool of emotions. You could tell sober Jim was far gone, but he was still your Jim. Jim has had sex with you not sober more times than he was sober. Shrooms were his favorite. He liked how sometimes he felt like a feather and sometimes he felt like a brick.
Removing his lips from his cup, he smiled at you, motioning for you to come over, but as you told him, this was his night. You two spent most of the days wrapped up in each other and decided that a few hours not being down each others throats were okay. You shook your head no, biting your lip at him.
"Have fun with your friends." you mouthed causing him to give you a drunken grin.
"You are my friend." he mouthed back, motioning for you to come over again and of course you shook your head no again, turning your attention from him and back onto Medina. It's not that you didn't want to be around him, because trust me, you did. You wanted to walk over there, take a sip of his drink, and press your lips to his. You wanted to jump into his arms and carry you away, but, you meant what you said.
"He can't get enough of you, can he?" she asked, running her hands through her hair.
"I would hope not." you replied. "But it's also good to give the boy some space. We haven't had any time apart really and I know he's been wanting to hang out with his friends."
"Well, I'm getting pretty tired of being inside. Beach house, beach party. Did you remember to bring your surf board?"
"I did! It's in Jim's car and he has the keys.. which means I would have to go ask him for the keys."
"And you know that comes with 21 questions."
"Orrrrrrr, you could go ask him."
"Where's the fun in that?"
"It's not gonna be fun when I get trapped with Jim."
"As if you don't want to. I know you've been staring at him all night."
"Will you please just go get them? Pretty please." Medina giggled knowing that she was just messing with you. She made her way off to Jim, engulfing her brother into a hug before engaging in conversation. After what about 5 minutes but seemed like 30 due to your own mild intoxication, you assumed she asked for his keys because he darted his eyes back and forth between Medina and you. He took his keys out his pocket, placing them in her hands before running his hands messily in her hair and sending her on her way.
"Okay, come on." she said, grabbing your hand. "Let's go get that surf board and change into our suits." Changing, you and Medina stood on the beach, staring at the ocean as the sun set.
"I'm glad I met you." you say to her. "And I'm glad you introduced me to Jim. Surfing was never something I thought I would be doing, but look at me now."
"Do you always have to make me cry, Y/N?" she asked. "We love you, so much. I'm glad I met you too and that you haven't turned your back on Jim and I. Especially, Jim. He's so fragile nowadays, especially with, you know. I don't like to bring it up at all. You convinced Jim to stop abusing those pills, something I've been trying to do for a while. You saved his life, Y/N."
But all of that came with its consequences. In the beginning of your relationship with Jim, the two of you fought constantly. Argue, fuck, and then makeup. And that's all it was for about 2 months into your year and a half relationship. If you were fighting Jim about his pills or trying to throw them away, he was fighting you about another boy that talked to you that day. No matter how many times you tried to reassure Jim that you weren't going anywhere, for the first 2 months of your relationship, he didn't believe you. And of course, that crushed you, but it wasn't enough to make you leave him.
Jim has only ever gotten physical with you once. High off of whatever he did that day, he shoved you a little too hard, causing you to hit your head on the side of the door frame a little too hard. You saw stars before you blacked out and from that day on he never touched you in a way that wasn't caring. Of course you forgave him. When Jim wasn't acting crazy, he was the sweetest boy in the world. Beach campfires, dinners, shopping sprees, Jim showed you nothing but love, because you did the same for him. In reality, you and Medina are all he has.
But Jim doesn't know how much he's helped you either. He was your first. Your first love too. You love him. You are in love with him and he knows that. Because he feels the same about you. Yes, you've dated other guys, but they were no where close as worthy as Jim was to having you. He rushed nothing. You didn't want to be touched right now? He was okay with that. You wanted to make out all night and not go any further? He was okay with that. You wanted to dry hump him just enough for the itch even though you weren't ready? He was okay with that.
4 months. You made Jim wait 4 months for you and when you finally told him you wanted to go all the way, a fire ignited in him. He took care of you. He made it all about you. He made sure you came first and more than once. You still remember his sweet voice asking if this and that is okay or if he was hurting you, but all you kept telling him was that you need to feel him and that you need to feel him now. And once the pain turned into pleasure, you got lost in him. For the next week, all you wanted was Jim inside of you. He was covered, back, chest, arms, and ass, in scratches that stung like hell to touch. He would laugh as you apologized for it, kissing on them, cleaning them up so they wouldn't get infected, but he loved that you loved to mark him up. The two of you caused a great concern, being covered in hickeys. Your parents thought he was abusing you and Medina thought that he was on the streets fighting, but the both of you know why. Jim, he was, he was made for you.
"Medina." you said, snapping yourself out of your own thoughts.
"Hmmm?" she questioned as the two of you continued to stare off into the water.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"Everything. Now let's go hit these waves." The evening, well into the night was spent with you and Medina laughing as you toppled over on your surf board a few times. You played in the sand, drawing random things, even playing tic tac toe. As soon as the two of you dried off and decided that you wanted to get back in the water again, just to swim, you felt a strong pair of hands around you. Whoever grabbed you smelt heavily of beer and weed. You were about to freak out when you saw the pair of hands that were wrapped around your body. Jim.
"Heyyyy." he slurred in your ear, wobbling as he struggled to hold himself up. "You two enjoying the ocean without me?" You turned around to meet him, he was so sweaty, not just his hair, but his whole body. His eyes were super red and bloodshot.
"Jim." you said. "Are you okay? You're burning up. Let's get you out of these clothes. Medina you can go ahead and get back in the water, I'll be out there with you in a minute."
"I'm fucking thriving, baby." Jim answered you, almost falling back into the sand, but you grabbed his shirt to hold him up.
"How many have you had and what did you have?"
"Shit, I don't fucking know. Maybe like 9. I smoked a little green. Just kidding, I smoked a lot of green and I took a shroom, baby, I am on cloud nine right now. They tried to get me to take a pill, but I said, no no no, Y/N wouldn't like that." He started to giggle.
"Jim you look like you're about to expire."
"Expire from happiness!" You sighed, getting Jim to sit down in the sand. You took his jacket off, followed by his shirt, moving his hair out his face so it wouldn't get into his eyes. You fought for a little bit to get his pants off, but he did let you take them off of him.
"Come on." you said, struggling to pick him back up. "Let's sit a little closer to the water, cool you down."
"Mhmmmmk." was all he said as stumbled getting up, falling back down hard into the sand. "Mmmph, shit. I'm okay. I'm okay."
"Is he gonna be okay?!" Medina shouted to ask you from the water.
"Yeah!" you responded. "He's just fucking out of it!"
"Hey, don't you talk about me." he slurred, finally getting back up on his own two feet. "I'm doing just fine." You wrapped your arm around his waist and the both of you, mostly because of him, stumbled closer to the water, sitting on the beginning of the sand bar. "You are so fucking pretty, has anyone told you that? Well no one besides me should be telling you that anyways."
"You do, all the time, baby." you replied, giving him a warm smile. As the waves came on shore and went, you made sure that Jim got wet to cool his body down. You got water in your hands to put on his hair, making sure none of it got in his eyes, because it is ocean water after all. And all while you were doing this, he was sitting there thinking how he didn't deserve you. He was sitting next to you, a drunken and high mess in the sand, wondering how he got so lucky.
"Why do you do this for me?" he asked, swaying a little bit.
"Because I love you, Jim. No matter what. We all still have some demons to fight and we're going to fight them together."
"I'm so tired of fighting my demons." You could hear that he wanted to start crying. "I'm so fucked up. I feel like I'm never enough for you. You deserve so much more than what I give you."
"Jim do you remember what we said to each other the first time you ever spent the night at my house?" Well he probably doesn't because he's too intoxicated. You questioned yourself as to why you even asked, but then he gave you answer.
"If it ever gets too much, or you want out, or you feel like you can't do this anymore, the first sign, so we don't hurt each other, say something."
"And I haven't said anything and I don't plan on saying anything. Jim you are more than enough for me. Behind your hard exterior, is a caring guy and that's who I fell in love with." He sighed, slowly laying back into the sand, not caring how many times the water brushed up against him. You did the same, turning your head to meet his gaze. You ran your hand across his cheek, running your thumb over his perfectly shaped jaw. You could tell his was trying to calm down, trying to ride his intoxication, rather than letting it ride him. His breathing slowed from being erratic to almost normal. He grabbed onto your hand, giving it a gentle kiss before placing it on his chest.
"I love you so much, Y/N. And I know I'm a little fucked right now, but I mean that. Sober or not sober." he slurred. "I m-m-m" He hiccuped.
"Ssssh." You put your finger to his lips, just wanting him to focus on calming himself down. "Relax, baby. Close your eyes if you need to. I know and I'm right here with you."
I'll always be right here with you.
Taglist: @jimmason @angelicmichael @whatcodysaid
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I’m actually pissed that this is a decent movie.
<A lot of spoilers>
Overview: Arctic Researchers/Scientists stumble on Nazis who live in the center of the earth who have survived by replacing their dying tissue for living ones in a bid for immortality.
And in order for me to talk about this film, I have to talk about this:
Fucking Sky Sharks.
I hate that movie.
I hate it So Much.
I bought it from a Walmart for $10 so what a waste of movie.
The first like, 10 minutes was the movie dragging on showing everyone in the plane in the worst way possible. An old swedish man watching shitty CGI sci-fi porn. A weird gang turn priest man which I for sure might have been the main character but had the weirdest backstory that goes no where and does nothing. Some drunk guy wanting to flirt with a stewardess and the joke is that she wasn’t a super model 20 something. So after going On and ON THEN the sharks come in to show how epic they are.
And they also suck ass. I couldn’t give a shit about the CGI this is a movie about nazi sky sharks I walked in not expecting quality.
Oh yeah, Nazi’s. Forgot to mention the Nazis. Because, you know, they made the sharks. And are also zombies who rose again to take over the world. And our first look is a female blond haired officer killing people in the longest and dullest way possible. Like, there is only so many ways you can decapicate a bunch of people with wires.
After that, move into the “plot” with random ass girl #1 and random ass girl #2 where girl #1 is also in the Antarctic (shocker) and finds a boat, goes in by herself without help/backup, finds out the zombies are not only in there, but also shark tanks because this is where they were raising the sharks.
So to recap: In the COLD NEGATIVE FROSTBITING SNOW COVERED DREADNAUGHT the nazis are not only alive and NOT freezing, but the great white sharks are also alive and NOT freezing. You can say bs science, I say bs movie.
Oh and you know what the sharks feed on?
Misogyny.
God this movie hates women so much. First, multiple porn shots/sexual harassment jokes on just the plane alone (again, first 10 minutes). Then the “sexy” female zombie commander because that’s what was in the Nazi Military: Women. Not saying shit about history or anything, just saying that I know a fetish when I see one. And the Random Ass Girl #1? The reason why she was at the boat in the first place is because she was on a solo rescue mission to help some researchers who found the boat. A Guy and A Girl. The Guy was like, killed normally or shot or something I couldn’t give a shit about. The Girl was stripped naked, hung upside-down by her foot, bare naked ass shown to us, as she is fed to the shark tank.
Yeah, real women friendly.
It also doesn’t help that when Random Ass Girl #1 gets stabbed with, I guess zombie venom for ReAsOnS, she has a shower scene where it shows her being affected and poisoned under her skin....but also how Hot she is by having it shot on her boobs, check, body stretching and curling to show ALL of her body. While under a show that’s in the middle of the fucking room like it’s Hannibal Lector’s bathroom.
And you that that would be the reason I hate this movie but it isn’t dammit. The movie was dull as hell. I’m only talking about the Misogyny for so long because it was the only thing that was actually worth mentioning. I didn’t give a shit about anything else!
The acting is bad and just monotone across the board. Apparently RAG#1 and #2 are like, rich spies from a super rich family corporation which took me a full as 20 minutes to realize. And they have no idea how the fuck to plot a movie! Finding out the sky sharks were because of Dear Old Granddad, results in THREE! SEPERATE! FLASHBACKS! EACH MORE BORING THAN THE LAST!!! I have no idea how you made working with NAZIS dull as shit but this movie found a way. Instead of having the history set in the beginning of nazis doing shit as a teaser to explain later, he just tells his fucking life story of how making Sky Sharks would save the Third Reich. And I Couldn’t Give A Shit.
It got so dull and bored that I literally fast forward through the entire movie to find interesting parts. Spoiler: there was none. Not even with more sharks like eating the world could it entertain me. I just fast forwarded to the very end, and only watched 30 minutes of a 90 minute movie. God I hate Sky Sharks.
So WHY am I bringing it up? Well, it really did set expectations and a bar for Nazis at the Center of the Earth. They both have rediculous titles that you can’t take seriously or expect “great things” from. They both deal with nazis, zombie-ish nazis, genetic research, scientists in the Arctic, and Nazi’s hiding in the Arctic. That is a lot, and I just watched Sky Sharks like 2 weeks before so this was very recent and absolutely in my head.
Which is WHY this movie was a very pleasant surprise.
We start with seeing Nazis doing action pact Nazi shit escaping for science! It even has that Wilhelm scream, but the movie has plot and vision. It didn’t make the nazis seem any more than being just army soldierd and has decent action and sets expectation for the rest of the movie.
And that’s like the big difference between this and Sky Sharks: The Treatment of the Nazis. The nazis here were treated, in my view, as powerful and dangerous. They are meticulous, uncaring, cold and distant. The head Nazi is actually Dr. Mengele, he is in this movie, and he is just so apathetic to everyone.
All the Nazi’s faces were covered in mask so you couldn’t see their faces, making them inhuman. And the first Nazi face we do see is Dr. Mengele as he just, slowly cuts the face off of a person. Methodically. Meticulously. He doesn’t even talk, doesn’t react as the person begs. Just does it. And was going to do it to the girl as well but because she kept talking science, he allowed her to live.
But it was close.
In the beginning it feels like two different movies because it cuts from two researchers who got kidnapped by Nazis surviving their own horror movie trying to escape, and the rest of the researchers being in a Survival Rescue Movie trying to find them. I honestly wanted to see more of the Nazi part because that was the more engaging section. It was filmed, framed, shot as a tense horror movie, where you don’t know if she will live or die.
I also want to approve of the lack of misogyny. Like, first, the Nazis are equal treatment terrible to everyone. They shot one of the researchers who wandered in because he was Jewish. (”I’m non-practicing” lol love that line). Second, the scenes that they did were filmed in a way to highlight the horror but not the sexiness of it. The guy and girl strapped to the table, they are both naked. We don’t see the whole naked body, just enough to establish it while censoring the rest. You see Dr. Mengele looking over them, but there isn’t sign of lust. He is viewing them both as just experiments (which also adds to the horror aspect but I digress). One of the girls ends up being thrown to the Nazi Officers to be raped and killed, but we don’t see that. She doesn’t have a shirt, but it isn’t films as a “sexy” moment, the camera doesn’t move or linger on her body. It is just a straight shot, where she tries to cover herself up. When they close in on her, crawling towards her, the camera focuses more on their approach than on her while at a distance. This is scary, but it isn’t sexualized. Which I approve and is a WAY PLUS from Sky Sharks.
This movie has an odd budget too. There is a lot of CGI. And it isn’t good. Not at all. It works to show things happening like CGI tanks...CGI snow/ice. CGI Robots and lasers. They don’t hide it at all. But then, they also have amazing makeup budget because the “ripping face scene” was amazing physical effects it looked so real. The Nazis are obviously frankenstein stitched up monsters, but they are well done in makeup and design. Like all the close up shit is amazing to look at.
Overall: It was an Alright Movie. Yes, there is plot. There is tension. There is fear trying to survive with the nazi. Bad CGI, and a bit campy at the end, but nothing to detract from the actual movie. It was a fun movie.
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Oh wise man Pixel, do you have any cool work stories you’d like to share?
i dont have any cool work stories but i sure do have some zingers
(tossed these under a read more cause it got long shjdfk ft things that happened at my old job since all my current job stories would be me exploding over ppl being stupid due to the Current Situation)
old job; baker for tim hortons aka canadian fast food coffee shop
1. i was testing our milk/creamer machines and accidentally mixed my milk and creamer cups into a single XL cup so we couldn’t reuse it after i measured it so we were just. stuck with this fucking XL cup of milk/creamer. my supervisor jokingly said she’d give $5 to whoever drank it so my coworkers went out back to discuss the conditions of the deal. this left me alone, up front, with this fucking cup and i just stared at it and was like. Yeah Okay This Might As Well Happen
so i grab it, pop the lid and start chugging it and get a solid 75% through when im like “wait am i about to really chug all of this in one go??? holy shit i need witnesses” so i went out back and walked inbetween my coworkers who were so busy discussing the conditions of the deal that they didn’t see me crushing their punk asses until i slapped one of them on the shoulder to which they all freaked out
tldr; i chugged an XL cup (24 oz) of a milk/creamer mixture in a single go and rightly got my 5 fucking dollars
2. on 3 seperate occassions i took a donut hole that was left in the bottom of the oven that was so burnt and dried out it was basically coal and proceeded to eat at least half of it to amuse/freak out coworkers
every time it exploded into ash in my mouth, and the first time i did it i ate the whole thing in one bite and literally almost choked on ash and had to take 15 to not die
3. one busy morning our drive thru debt went down, as it often did, and i was the one who got stuck on the phone with the tech people. this lead to say....25 minutes? of them just telling me to turn it off and back on again as i paced around the work space which i should note is probably smaller then my own bedroom losing my mind as they constantly disappeared to try different stuff on their end
the dude kept blaming me and kept implying i was turning it off/on at the wrong times? but didn’t explain what he meant in any form. this went on for 25 or more minutes. after turning the moniter off for the 7/8th time he was like “yeah okay brb again :/” and at this point i had so much built up energy i jumped into the air and slammed back down, crouching as close to the ground as i physically could before springing back up into a normal standing position like “okay! :]”
my coworkers, who had watched the full 25 minute build up of my frustration, rightly lost their minds laughing at my feral energy
4. this one is so random but i think about it constantly - one morning i was taking orders at drive thru and a lady ended up spending i’ll say 20 minutes trying to order some god damn food because she wanted lunch but we weren’t serving lunch cause it was fucking 10am so she went with a grill cheese and like just getting there. getting to the grill cheese? took 20 minutes. she took 5 mins to make up her mind, and then added shit then took it off then added it back. so after we finally cleared that hurdle i did the normal thing of “oh do you want sides?”
that took 8 minutes. couldn’t decide if she wanted 2 donuts or 2 hashbrowns. she decided on one of each.
anyway you can make combos if you get a drink right so then i was like “okay you want a drink to make the combos?” and this lady with the same tone of ‘ugh fuck this retail worker is talking to me, blegh what a fucking moron’ she’s had for this whole 30 minute order that has been shaving at my sanity like a cheese grater is like “Uh, /no/.” so i was like god okay cool your total is blah blah come on up
and then this fucking lady without missing A B EAT is like “oh and i want 2 medium coffees-” and on pure knee jerk reaction i balled my fist and slammed it as hard as i could into our counters, making a ungodly loud noise that made all my coworkers jump. and after i took a sec to like. not die. i somehow managed to be like “haha okay! :]” with a totally normal voice
after that was over i wandered out back to chug coffee and put ice on my hand lol
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Appetite
Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Riley Liu)
Book: The Royal Romance (The Royal Heir Book 1, Chapter 15)
Word Count: ~2200
Rating: R (30 diamond scene, language)
Summary: Second trimester means that Riley isn’t sure what she wants more - food or her husband
Author’s Note: Even though we’re all excited that the baby’s finally here, I think I still want to explore that massive time jump we got in TRH1 with it’s very wonky pacing. Meant to have this ready to post yesterday, but I just ran out of time. So how about some smut for y’all after getting through another Monday?
Also, as an aside, how insane is it that I didn’t settle on a name for their kid until today? 🤦♀️
Riley Walker loved a good party. But most of the “parties” she had to attend these days were not really parties at all. They were all diplomacy and ballroom dancing and stuck up assholes she just didn’t have the patience for at all. And to make matters worse, she couldn’t even have a drink or two to take the edge off anymore.
She knew Drake hated these balls and galas even more than she did, but he at least could enjoy his whiskey. When she’d first told him she was pregnant, he’d told her he could cut out drinking in solidarity, but she’d told him not to be ridiculous. Making him miserable by taking away his one joy at these formal functions was not going to make her any happier.
Truth be told, until tonight’s gala, Riley hadn’t even missed the drinking. She’d been so nauseous that she hadn’t even had the stomach for the thought of booze. But about 10 days ago, it was like a switch, and all her morning sickness just disappeared. Now, nearly everything sounded good. Drake found it hilarious, watching her cravings change on a dime anytime basically anyone mentioned any type of food.
And it wasn’t just food she had an appetite for now. Without the ever-present nausea that had been mad obnoxious for the first 16 weeks of her pregnancy, she now found she was horny all the time. It was almost embarrassing how single-minded she was these days. Well, food could distract her, but that was about it. Basically, the last week and a half she had alternated between heading to the kitchen or heading to the bedroom anytime she and Drake were alone.
But tonight, the portion sizes were too small, and this gala was going to take too long. It was highly unlikely that the dancing would start within the next hour as several people were due to give speeches, and she doubted she and Drake would be able to sneak out before then. So that just left the food to keep her attention, and while it was delicious, there was just not enough of it. She had already plowed through her salad, her soup, and her entree, and dessert wouldn’t be served until after the speeches. She had taken to sneaking bites off Drake’s plate, until he caught her red handed.
“No way, Walker.”
“Drake, I’m so hungry.”
“Yeah well, me too. I told you it would be a good idea to fill your purse with snacks. It’s not my fault you didn’t listen to me.”
“I already ate my granola bar,” Riley grumbled, “and that was all this purse could hold.”
Drake chuckled lightly, but returned to his conversation with Rashad’s date who was sitting next to him. It all just served to irritate her more. She wasn’t even sure if it was because she was hungry or because Drake wasn’t taking her cravings seriously or because she was hormonal and Drake was in a suit and his laugh was turning her on. Well, if he wasn’t going to let her have more food, she was just going to have to focus on her other craving.
She reached her hand over toward his knee, trying not to draw attention to herself. Neville was seated right next to her, no doubt payback from Madeleine for the fact that she’d sniped at her to fuck off last month. He and his date were barely talking, and the last thing Riley needed was to draw any attention to herself at the moment. As she kept her eyes focused across the table, pretending like she was listening to the story the Croatian ambassador’s husband was telling, the back of her fingers brushed against Drake’s hand. He ran his thumb against hers in response. It was a sweet gesture, but sweet was not what she needed at the moment.
Persisting, she dragged her hand over, sliding underneath his napkin and onto his thigh. She squeezed gently before she started tracing random circles with her fingers, sliding her hand gradually up and over. She felt Drake turn to glance at her, his eyes burning a hole in the side of her head for a few seconds, but she kept staring straight ahead, her hand moving closer and closer to his lap. After a few more moments, she felt his hand clamp down hard against hers, pinning it in place. Undeterred, she started massaging his thigh, delighting as she noticed his whole body tense up out of the corner of her eye.
As soon as Rashad’s date finished her story, Drake turned toward Riley, placing her hand over in her own lap and leaning to whisper in her ear, “Just what do you think you’re doing?”
“You know exactly what I’m doing. You really should have expected this when you didn’t let me finish your dinner,” she whispered back, leaning in so close her lips were practically touching his ear.
“Jesus, Riley,” he growled under his breath, “don’t start what you can’t finish. You know full well we’re gonna be stuck at this table for a while.”
Riley leaned back and just gave him a coy smile and a wink. Drake’s gaze intensified, looking somehow scared and turned on all at the same time. After a moment, Riley leaned forward slightly, placing one hand across her stomach and her other across her chest. She twisted her face into a slight grimace. It only took a couple of seconds for the Croatian diplomat to notice.
“Your Grace, are you alright?” she asked, concern flitting across her face.
Riley gave her a small nod, but then moved her hand over he mouth and closed her eyes briefly, “Yes, I just… if you’ll all excuse me,” she replied, standing up briskly and making her way towards the exit. Behind her, she heard Drake muttering some apologies and starting to say something about going to check if she was okay. She knew he would be right behind her.
“God, you know I love you so much,” he said as he caught up to her in the hallway. “How did I get so lucky that I have a wife who-”
Riley cut him off with a kiss as she tugged him into the bathroom and shoved the door shut behind him, “No time for sweet talk,” she said as she hopped up onto the counter, hiking her dress up as she did so, “I’m guessing we have all of five minutes before someone just has to come by and check on me.”
And with that she reached out and grabbed him his belt buckle, dragging him in between her legs and kissing him passionately as she worked to undo his belt and pants. Drake let out a groan, sliding his hands into her hair as he deepened the kiss. He took half a step back and moved to kneel down in front of her, but Riley grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled him flush against her body again.
“No time for that right now. I need you inside me,” she said as she shoved down his pants and his boxers with one hand and wrapped her other hand around him, stroking him as she wound her legs around his thighs. After her teasing at the table, it didn’t take long to get him fully aroused. Drake moaned quietly, moving his lips across her jaw as he slid his hands up her thighs.
“You sure?” he asked when he reached her ear, biting down lightly on her earlobe as he worked his hands under the waistband of her panties and started tugging them down her legs. They untangled themselves just long enough for the panties to fall to the floor, and then they were back on each other, Drake sliding his hands up the inside of her thighs, Riley clutching at his shoulder with one hand, the other sliding into his hair along the back of his neck.
“Drake, I’ve been thinking you fucking me for the past four hours, so yes I’m su-” she started, but her words died in her mouth as she felt him line himself up with her folds and push into, steady and sure, sinking against her body as he filled her inch by inch. She tugged on his hair as her breath caught in her throat as he lifted her thighs higher. Neither one of them could fully suppress their groans.
“Fuck,” Drake ground out, his body tense as he quickly worked up to a driving pace, leaning forward slightly to brace himself on the counter behind her with one hand, the other gripping her ass and drawing her even closer somehow. Riley locked her legs around his hips and dug her hands into the back of his jacket, burying her face in the crook of his neck to keep herself quiet.
“Not gonna last long,” Drake told her, dropping his head and planting kisses against her shoulder, “you feel too good.”
“Good,” said Riley, trying to find her voice as he continued to thrust into her. “We won’t have - Ahh!” she cried out as he slid his hand from her ass to under her thigh, changing the angle just enough to hit her right where she needed him every time. She bit down on his neck, trying to stifle her moans as she ground herself against him hard, matching his thrusts. She did not want to think about who might come running to check on her and the heir’s well-being if they were too loud.
Riley felt a warmth spreading from between her legs, down to her toes and up her back. Before she could tell Drake she was close, his hand slipped from under her thigh to right above where they were joined as he increased his pace even more. All it took was a few strokes of his thumb and she was gone, clenching around him and arching her back, letting out a breathy “Fuck.”
She knew Drake felt her climax as he let out some combination of a groan and “Shit” into the side of her neck before he drove into her harder, gripping her thigh tightly. Within a few seconds, he joined her in release, spilling himself inside her with his last erratic thrusts.
After a few moments, Riley felt like she could catch her breath. She dropped a kiss along Drake’s throat and ran her hands up and down his back. He leaned back slightly, his own breathing still ragged, and kissed her, grabbing her face and caressing both her cheeks with his thumbs.
“As much as I’d like to just stay here with you, we should probably get back,” whispered Riley after they pulled apart.
“I know,” said Drake, “I just wish…”
Several sharp knock interrupted his thought. “Riley, are you alright in there?” a voice called through the door. “I saw you dart from the table a few minutes ago. The guests at your table told me you weren’t feeling well. Do you need your doctor?”
Riley sighed heavily before she spoke, “No, Madeleine. I’m fine.”
Drake stepped out from between her legs, handing her some tissues to clean herself up a bit. She gave him a regretful smile as he pulled up his boxers and pants, fastening his belt. Riley slid off the counter, letting her long dress fall back into place. Hopefully they didn’t look too disheveled.
“Are you sure everything is alright? What’s going on in there?” demanded Madeleine, “I’m coming in to check on you.”
Drake frantically snatched something off the floor as Madeleine threw open the door.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Madeleine!” cried out Riley, “I told you I was fine. You can’t just barge in on people in the bathroom!”
Madeleine just rolled her eyes, glancing between the two of them and shaking her head, “Well, since you two are obviously done copulating, I recommend you return to your table. The speeches are about to start. And Drake, if you could remember to zip up your pants before you do so, that would be much appreciated.” With that she spun on her heel and strode back toward the ballroom.
As soon as she was out of sight, turned around to face Drake. His face was bright red, probably from both embarrassment and frustration.
“I told you someone would come and check on me,” Riley said, reaching down and tugging up his zipper before she dropped a quick peck on his lips.
“The only reason I wasn’t zipped up is because I was grabbing these,” he said, handing her a pair of turquoise panties she’d completely forgotten they’d left on the floor.
“Thanks, but you should keep them. It’s still early. Never know if I might need you again later. If I’m not wearing those, it’s just one less thing to worry about,” she said with a wink, leaving Drake chuckling and shaking his head as she made her way back to the gala.
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bad guy, d.d.
words: 1622
requested by anonymous
Can u do a smut where y/n and David make a bet to see who can hold a plank longer and the winner can do whatever they want to the loser😉 you can decide who wins just make it v steamy;)
disclaimer: smut. oral sex.
David hired a new trainer to help him work out, Chris. Since you didn’t actually believe that that was a legit endeavor, your boyfriend invited you to work out with him this morning. That way you could meet Chris and actually testify that he was properly working out for the first time in his life. You loved the idea, knowing too well that this would be the funniest thing for you to watch.
“Hey Chris, does David pay you extra to praise him after every tiny achievement?” You teased David, smiling at Chris.
“No, absolutely not.” Chris said, shaking his head with a telling smile.
“I don’t! You said it’s in the package!” David jokes, laughing.
“Riiiiight. Whatever helps you sleep at night, baby.” You fix David’s hair, laughing. “So, what’s the plan?”
You both start off with warm ups and stretching, then a few push ups, which you complete perfectly. David, on the other hand, does it, but slower than you.
“How can you… How can you do it that fast?” He sits on the ground for a second, taking a sip of water.
“I’ve been doing this for a while I guess,” You shrug, not really minding it.
“You have poor core strength though,” David comments, smirking to you.
“Uh… Excuse me?” You’re taken aback by his sudden shade. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“You know what I mean…” David laughed to himself. “The other day, after our private… uh… work out. You were super sore for a couple of days.”
You choke on the water you were drinking. “David!!” You could feel your face immediately turning red.
“It’s true!” David laughed out loud, you slapped his stomach. “Ouch!”
“Oh my God,” You hid your face in your hands.
“Actually, that’s pretty normal. Usually during sex we move and use different and more specific groups of muscles, depending on the position. Muscles that are harder to reach on a regular work out session.” Chris explained, being a professional and not wanting to embarrass you any more.
You gave a “I’m going to murder you” look to David. “Actually, you know what? I bet my core strength is 100 times better than yours.” David pfft in disbelief. “Wanna bet? Let’s hold a plank and see who lasts longer. Winner takes whatever it wants from the other.”
David was absolutely loving your reaction. “Fine by me.” He shrugged. “I already have a couple of things in mind… You know, for when I win.”
His expression and smile were so cocky you either wanted to punch him or rip his clothes off right there. Instead, you offered your hand for a shake. “It’s a deal.”
David shook your hand, confident. “Chris, can you time us?” He requested.
“Absolutely. Both on your knees.” We got in position. “Alright, elbows down. Straight spine. Feet back. Counting on 3, 2, 1. Go!”
It was me and David in his yard, side by side, holding the plank position. You were focused on winning, because if you lost, you knew you would never heard the end of it. It wasn’t easy, though, for neither of you. As the seconds went by, your arms started to shake a little, exhausted.
David was trying so hard not to express his pain, but you knew he was also struggling pretty hard. In the end, after nearly three minutes, he collapsed, one second before you did.
“Oh thank God,” You fell to the floor, taking deep breaths.
“Fuck,” David exasperated, tired as hell. He fixed his messy hair. “I can’t believe you won,”
“That was pretty close, to be honest.” You laughed, cleaning the sweat out of your forehead. “I can feel my muscles burning.”
“Your performance was good, actually. Most people can’t hold a plank for 30 seconds.” Chris pointed out, praising you both.
“You did pay him extra, didn’t you?” You looked at David.
“Yeah, yeah I did.” David laughed loudly.
After you finished the session with Chris and showered, you were lying on David’s bed while he was drying his hair with a white towel. “So…” He looked at me. “What do you want out of the bet?” His tone was playful, but slightly worried.
You took a second to look at David, with your index finger resting on your lips, thinking about it. You smiled to yourself. “Take your shirt off and sit here in the middle of your bed. I’ll be right back.” You got up and started walking out.
“Should I be worried?” He asked, watching me.
“Most definitely.” You winked at him.
You came back with a few items. You managed to take the comforter out of the bed, so it wouldn’t get dirty. First item you got out of your bag was a pair of long chain handcuffs that David bought for you.
“Are those…? Shit.” David laughed, nervously.
You got up in bed, sitting on his lap, then took one of his hands and locked the handcuff, only to throw the chain outside of the bed frame and then locking the second part of the handcuff to David’s other hand. That way, he had his arms open and locked, impossible to move.
“Oh wow… Remind me to talk about our sex life to random people more often,” He joked, but you could actually tell this was turning him on.
You slowly slid your hand all over his chest and stomach. “You know, this isn’t a place where you can buy praise. You gotta earn it.” You lowered yourself to kiss him, slowly, and bit his lower lip. “And you’ve been bad.”
“I think I’m enjoying being bad way more than I had anticipated,” David sighed, already hard inside his shorts. “I just hate not being able to touch you” He jiggled while on the cuffs.
“But that’s the whole fun of it, baby.” You smiled, biting your lip, rocking your ass in his lap, loving to feel how hard he already was since you’ve barely even started.
“Fuck, you’ll be the death of me.” David sighed, admiring you.
Leaving his lap, you reached down to him, taking his shorts out, loving the fact that he went commando. You positioned yourself in the middle of his legs, using one of your hands and nails to scratch his thighs and the other to take his cock and stroke it, putting just the right pressure on it. You took him fully inside your mouth, then took it out completely, taking your time, knowing that he was watching. Swirled your tongue around the tip, then pressed your lips on the surface.
“Holy shit, fuck…” David pressed his eyes shut for a second, exhaling hard. “You just fucking know exactly how to…” You took him all in again, sucking a few times then taking it out all. “Ugh… fuck me.”
“In a minute, babe.” You smiled to yourself, loving to see the struggle he was going through, always moving his arms to try and get out of the cuffs, falling.
You started jerking and sucking him, up to the point where he was panting, talking dirty to you and sweating. That was the moment you stopped and reached for your bag, when he was nearly close to cumming. His eyes were strongly shut and you reached for a little cup that you brought from the kitchen with a bunch of ice. Before he knew it, you let a couple of ice cubes slide down his chest towards his belly.
“Oh fuck, what the fuck is this, oh shit. (Y/N) what the… Oh god.” The icing sensations were both pleasurable and painful. You took one other ice cube in your mouth, sucking it a little, and then taking it off and putting on his naked thigh. You took his cock again in your mouth, but this time David actually moaned and squirmed in bed. “Holy fucking…” It was a mix of sensations that he couldn’t even start to comprehend and that were intensified by the fact that he couldn’t move and do something about it. He hated it and absolutely loved it at the same time.
He opened his eyes, panting, watching you suck him while jerking him off, taking out your tongue and sliding it from bottom to top, with your head turned to the side, showing off to him. You kept the act, enjoying yourself, enjoying to see how insane you could make him and how much control you had over him right now.
“(Y/N), oh shit, fuck. I’m gonna… keep doing that… Oh fuck. I’m…” Didn’t take him longer than that to cum hard in your mouth. You keep sucking him, slower and deeper, soon to swallow every drop of him.
“You look so good, baby.” You smiled to yourself, absolutely loving how defeated and dead he looked.
You reached out to the cuffs, opening them up and taking them off of David completely. You lied by his side in the bed, watching him recover from his high.
“Jesus, (Y/N).” He took a deep breath. “What was that?”
“Did you like it?” You bit your lip, hoping.
“Are you fucking serious? Look at me. I’m wrecked.” He laughed a little, fixing his hair. “I came so hard, not even kidding.”
“I’m glad, babe. Been wanting to try some new things like that.” You confessed, blushing a little.
“Oh, is that so?” His interest immediately peaked. You nodded, smiling.
David turned himself to quickly be on top of you, sliding his hand through your body and squeezing your ass. “I think it’s my turn now… and I would also like to try some new things.” He kissed my neck. “Where are those cuffs?” He whispered in your ear.
Oh, you were in for a ride, literally.
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JAPAN TRIP 2k19 with Mod Elesa (1/?)
hey n’yall it’s mod elesa, lemme tell u bout my japan trip! u can find some of the photos of these events on my instagram @atel2er! i didn’t want to flood this post with pictures hehe ,,
GENERAL STUFF
went for school, study abroad trip to study visualization and simulation of “serious games” that businesses buy and use (but i dont feel like talking abt it since this is the FUN POST
may 10-26
the flight was 11 hours, p easy, i didn’t know anybody going into the trip because i didn’t go to any of the meetings HAHhaHEHA
whatever. everyone on the trip initially came off as if they had yellow fever and i was like ... i’m really not trying to interact with FETISHIZERS
turns out they were all really cool! only this one kid was a real weeaboo who was greasy and tall and a neckbeard who kept talking about being “culturally insensitive” and speaking japanese constantly to the teacher and the TA like ... ok patrick we get it you flex
i stayed in a hotel in shinjuku! everything is so small and i used the bidets for the first time and WOO chile that shit feels FUNKY on your asshole
i visited shinjuku major (kabukicho aka red light district, couple other places!), ikebukuro (THE MEGA POKEMON CENTER), mt fuji, fuji q highland, akihabara, hamamatsucho (area where tokyo tower is), HARAJUKU, and the emperor’s palace! i’m probably forgetting some places since we went to a lot of temples and shrines that were cool ...
the public transportation in japan is scarily on time.. like, by the second. they apologize if they’re one minute early and will wait until the scheduled time before they move omg
the subway stations have their own jingles! they kind of act as an alarm system because a lot of people sleep on the subway (which is why people generally don’t talk on it) and will recognize the jingle for their stop!
the crowded hours on the subway are noon and 6-8pm... like, its insane. it’s actually packed like sardines in there.
EVERYONE THERE IS SO SHORT.... i was taller than a lot of the grown men there (i’m 5′4″ or 162 cm for reference) and most people were around 5 feet tall... the only people taller than me were some kids around my age and this gaggle of japanese schoolgirls who were like 5′7+ and i was like. sis you’re 13, why are you that tall
pokemon is EXTREMELY prevalent in japan wherever you go. there’s pikachu stickers on taxis, pikachu is on ads on the subway and at the AIRPORT, pokemon go is widely played by a lot of people and so many of the people in my group played it so i got conned into playing again. i leveled up 5 times within 3 days and honestly? i’m god
anime is very normal there... i know that sounds all “weeby” but a lot of normal shops had animated mascots and there were ads for anime all over the place.
literally gacha machines everywhere i spent a lot of coins on gacha machines plz kill me
the homies in japan loooove crepes. they sold so many crepes. everywhere. just crepes. also spaghetti carbonara! and corndogs HAHAHA
the food there is so cheap but SOOO GOOD. sushi isn’t all that expensive at all?? like a set of 16 pieces is 1080Y... meanwhile that cost in america is like. $6000 HAHAHAHAH.
very humid? at all times? also the RAIN is debilitating if u make one wrong step you will slip and die (like i did! i stepped on a tile and fucking fell into a puddle! i have bruises still!)
SHINJUKU (detective pikachu day, may 10)
i went to go see detective pikachu on its release day in shinjuku! before that, i went to a couple sega buildings--
the sega buildings are 4 story buildings FILLED with claw machines holding stuffed animals, figurines, candy, all kinds of stuff. when i went, there was a lot of detective pikachu-related stuff. i saw this detective pikachu hat in one of the machines and spent 1000Y (about $10) or 10 attempts at the claw machine ... i still can’t believe i got it ... nobody was there to see it besides me and i YELLED when it dropped
i wore the hat that entire day around shinjuku because i honestly felt like god. people would point at me and go like “ah! meitantei pikachu!” and smile at me. i was a celebrity. i wore the hat into the movie theatre, i wore it through the entire movie, and when i was walking out, someone tapped on my shoulder and asked for my picture. she was all nervous about her english and was like “i love your hat. may i take a picture?” and i was like omG YES U CAN... sweet bab... so that’s the first photo of me that ended up on some random person’s phone
we waited around for the mass of people to exit the theatre and then left, and we ran into her again! she asked me more questions about the hat: “did you make it?” “no, i got it in a claw machine in the sega building.” she looked dumbfounded. “in shinjuku?” “yes.” “in the sega building? over there?” “yeees.” “in a claw machine?!” “yes!” “ah! i thought you made it! it’s so cute! i’m going to get one for myself.” “lol ok have fun”
i learned that its customary to stay until the very end of the credits before leaving a movie out of respect for the people who made it! meanwhile in america we walk out when the credits roll FHDSKFJS OOPIES
SHINJUKU (visit #2)
we went in the night time to go see the red light district aka kabuki-cho because thats where a lot of the bars are
i don’t drink so i didn’t join the people who went to the bars to get CRUNK, so i dragged two other guys with me and we walked around the red light district
I SAW SO MANY HOST CLUBS. so many maid cafes. so many bars. i saw a love hotel too... i was like... i wanna go inside... Blease... and my friends were like “you’re so weird KHEDJFSk” and im like “I WAS GOOGLING THESE IN CLASS TODAY, I DIDN’T THINK THEY WERE REAL”
my friend sean (he’s from taipei, cool guy, could read a lot of the kanji so we used him to navigate the subway HAHA) was walking with me that night and we saw this hole in the wall that had stairs going down to a peep show ... homegirl had her whole ass out on the sign... tiddies covered with caution tape ... i said MAAM?
one of the signs in kabuki-cho had a woman doing straight up ahegao with (what i’m pretty sure was) nut on her face. it was a small sign and i was the only one who saw it. i lost my shit. it was the funniest thing ever
kabuki-cho is really really dirty... like people straight up litter all the time bc there’s no trashcans around? so people throw their shit on the ground? and everyone steps on it... very seedy area, very gross, but i was absolutely enthralled with the nightlife and the blatant sexual vibes half the places had!
some dude stopped me and started speaking english saying “do you like karaoke? you should come drink with me for two hours, it’s a great price if you drink a lot” and i was like “no... i have to go home” and he’s like “come onnnn it’s a good price” and i was like. i’m not very assertive with men so i started panicking and my friend sean (A GOD AMONG MEN) started speaking chinese to him and he backed off ... i love you sean you’re so fucking COOL
IKEBUKURO (pokemon mega center)
so there’s this huge mall. i forgot the name, but it’s got like a lot of floors and they’re MASSIVE
on the 2rd floor is the MEGA POKEMON CENTER!!! i was so HYPED to go in there!!! it was teeming with people but there was just... so much stuff. all kinds of merch. they had plushies of the original 151, a shitton of really cool tshirts, a whole block for detective pikachu-themed merch (pins, socks, canvas bags, shirts, patches, hats, etc), and sooo much more. there’s a giant charizard statue when you walk in, as well as a statue of a pokestop HAHA. i was so excited and i wanted to buy so many things when i was in there bc they had stuff for all the legendaries (LATIOS AND LATIAS STUFF WERE THERE I WAS SO HAPPY)!!! literally anything you can think of, they had in some kind of pokemon print. including underwear. yeah i said it. here’s a really good article that showcases some of the stuff they sold there!
for reference, 100 yen is about 1 usd. a lot of things there were 480 yen ($4.80) or 3000Y ($30) and it was just... beautiful.
when i was there, yen didn’t feel like it had monetary value since it’s not the currency i’m used to, so i sPENT WAY TOO MUCH AHFJKDFD
they had themed cash registers with each of the starters... i cried :’)
i actually went there a second time but it was packed for a different reason. some idol group was performing on the ground floor and a shitton of girls were screaming fanchants while their jpop boys danced LOLLL. now i know how people see kpop stans ...
AKIHABARA (i went like 8 times)
this is what i like to call my birthplace
we went to the maid cafe. of course we fucking did. i got a dreamland passport and some cat ears. THE MAIDS ALL LOVED HATSUNE MIKU
SPEAKING OF HATSUNE MIKU AKA MY GODDESS, she was pretty popular in akihabara! she was also on some posters in the subway stations (across tokyo, not just in akihabara) and was apparently having some magical mirai concert???
there’s this giant tower called radio kaikan thats right outside the akihabara station that’s filled with all sorts of anime shit. i spent so much money in there. Good God. there was a furret plush for 5400Y and i was so STINGY that day i shouldve BOUGHT IT.... it was a longboi and i was like... sis!!!!
remember how i said my brain didn’t register that yen had monetary value? yeah i spent hundreds of dollars here no cap ...
i went to a kaguya-sama cafe as well on another day bc my friend joe (one of the figureine-collecting weebs) wanted to go and get a chika coaster
i went into a three floor sex shop and gave no fucks, the bottom floor was filled with bdsm shit and LEATHER SCHOOLGIRL OUTFITS and it was WILD. and these two old men were just casually browsing this shit like we weren’t both looking at whips and buttplugs in Public you know
i wasn’t fazed by a lot of the stuff there bc i read Funky fanfiction but the people i went in there with were major uncomfy ... i was like PRUDES HAJKFDAHDS i almost bought something don’t tell anybody
OKAY SO. there’s this place called super potato that has a floor dedicated to old games and consoles. they had so many gameboy advances and gamecubes and old consoles (famicom, dreamcast etc) for CHEAP. they had a gameboy color for 4900Y and a gamecube for 5600Y. a bitch almost cried. they had every old pokemon game under the sun (the original red, blue, yellow, gold and silver) and i ,,, they were 480Y. they were 480Y. that’s five fucking dollars. do you know how much collectors pay for that shit on ebay? HUNDREDS. i could’ve mass bought those and sold them and made so much cash but I DIDN’T.
that store had an original unopened copy of super smash bros melee and pokemon colosseum and i was like... wait if i cop a gamecube i could play pokemon collosseum like a true g... ((i didn’t cop))
but anyways there were a lot of games that didn’t make it to america (including mother 3! which my friend connor bought! as well as the console to play it!) and just... so many old things i grew up with ...
whenever i walked out of the super potato we’d end up in an alley where all the girls who work at cafes were advertising their stuff
i always took the flyers from the girls bc they spoke their cute english to me and i was like... i’d die for you, yknow that?
ALL KINDS OF CAFES. regular maid cafe, pirate cafe, ninja cafe (you could do that thing where you karate chop a wooden block in half), sailor cafe (as in actual ship captains), shrine maiden cafe, vampire cafe, prince cafe (for the ladies ;3), catgirl cafe, bunny girl cafe... i took all of the goddamn flYERS THEY WERE ALL SO CUTE :( i wanted to go so bad...
FUJI Q HIGHLAND (also known as the time i flipped my shit and went on rollercoasters)
when i found out about fuji-q, i told my group that we HAD to go. i didn’t want to go to an onsen. i wanted to go to fuji-q. i had to. i love rollercoasters, it’s my passion, my driving fORCE IN LIFE
so fuji-q is home to 4 record-breaking rollercoasters! u got fast boi aka jojo reference do-dodonpa; EXTREME TALL BOI fujiyama; superior to x2 at six flags eejanaika; and the steepest rollercoaster in the world TAKABISHA ... i got to ride fujiyama, eejanaika, and takabisha! the scariest one was probably fujiyama despite it being very cut and dry up for... ever ... 79 meters ... oh god ... i lost my shit on the way down ladies let me TELL YOU
FUJIYAMA ALSO HAS A VIEW OF MT FUJI AND I WAS LIK E”YO GUYS ITS MT FUJI” and then we went down and i screamed
please watch the pov videos for these rides they’re very good but they don’t convey the absurd amount of excitement i had going on these rides
anyways the fuji-q park was having a sword art online collaboration when i visited, so they played SAO music and had cardboard cutouts for them across the park... kirito’s ride was fujiyama (aka the king of them all). i forgot the other ones but those alicization kiddos were there but ion care about ALICE OR EUGEO
the first ride i went on was eejanaika which is a 4d rollercoaster, pretty epic, total Baby Ride though
i went on as a single rider so i ended up getting put in this group with these college kids! the guy i was sitting next to spoke to me in english and asked basic questions: “where are you from?”, “is this [ride] easy for you?”, “how old are you?”, basic stuff. he asked why i was in japan and i told him i was studying at waseda university, and he immediately perked up and went “I GO TO WASEDA!!! WASEDA YEAH!!!” and fist bumped me ... his friends were giggling and kept asking him to ask me questions and it was just. so wholesome.
when we were abt to get on the ride he looks at me and says “my name is soichiro. call me so-chan ok??” and i was like... “so-chan” and his friENDS ALL STARTED GIGGLIGN AND I WAS LIKE U///W///U
while we were going up on the ride, he kept yelling “JESUS FUCK YOU JESUS CHRIST” and my favorite: “JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE FUCK YOU” because apparently fuck cannot be standalone! “what the fuck you” is my new fave insult (i miss you so-chan)
afterwards he kept coughing and was like. dead. his soul left his body. so i asked in him japanese like,,, “daijobu ka?” and he was like “nai.” and i just laughed at him bc BA B Y SO-CHAN CANT HANDLE SOME SPINS
i bought a corndog at fuji-q at this place called arirang hotdog which is a korean style hotdog place??? BRUH that shit is so good but i shat myself for a good minute afterwards ... damn i want those corndogs
sadly i did not get to go on do-dodonpa because nobody wanted to ride with me and i didn’t want to go by myself >:/// still mad abt that bc that was the FAST BOI ...
also. takabisha. the guiness world record with the 121 degree drop. not even scary. BUT they do hang you there for like 3 seconds before making you go down and i was like “YALL FUCKIN WITH ME” really loud when they hung us there ... PLS watch a pov video you’ll see what i mean ...
HARAJUKU (i totally forgot abt this place OH lord)
i bought ... clothes here ...
they have all those clothes with the random english words on them so OF COURSE i had to buy one AS WELL AS a hat to match!
i also bought one of those ear hats where u press the paws and the ears move ... bts inspired that one
so many people in harajuku absolutely DECKED OUT in fashion. what a bunch of legends.
apparently wearing shirts that say “babygirl” are popular here i have no clue why ,,,, also im pretty sure i remember seeing a shirt that said “call me daddy” and i’m like. Ok Japan
half the shit in english made ZERO SENSE or was SPELLED WRONG and that was common all across japan, not just on harajuku fashion pieces LMAOOOO
deadass i went to a couple businesses (fuji xerox, nissan factory, etc) and they had spelling errors all over the place... nissan really had a placard that said “Prease do not touch” AND I CACKLED hfDSKLJF ilove u nissan
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if you want: (bad) sci-fi comedy with drama / lots of boring characters but cute waifus / weird and overcomplicated plot
Watching the anime from the top of the Seasonal pile is always a gamble. Somehow an anime about horse girls (x) that I assumed to be fanservice-galore ended up being one of my favourites and then a sci-fi mystery which I was quite looking forward to ended up being a fucking trainwreck.
“Kanata no Astra” is, to put it plainly, a plot twist factory. We have like 3 episodes of the characters just doing stuff then every fucking episode ends on a cliffhanger and ups and ups and ups the story to where it goes from shocking to “you can NOT be serious”.
But lets roll it back a bit, to the very first episode. After an overdrawn sequence introducing us to Aries and Kanata, we finally meet the rest of the characters. The year is 2063, and apparently they have camps now where they just drop off a bunch of students on another planet to survive for a week and this is normal. Cool. Immediately, you know the personality of each main character as they’re as cookie-cutter as it gets and we’ve seen it a 1000 times. The clumsy one, the one with the hero complex, the cool and smart one, the tsundere, the brooding one, the shy one, the charming one and the always cheery one. There’s also a 10-year-old with them, who’s cute. Of course, all of them also have their random skills that will make them useful for the trip. Which of course goes as well as you would expect. Like 2 minutes after landing on McPa, their camping planet, a random ass sphere appears and sucks each of the characters in, who find themselves in deep space. Somehow, all of them managed to put their helmets back on so now their main problem is that they’re floating in the middle of nowhere! But do not worry, dear viewer, as a old ship is for some reason floating very close to them and after a bit of dramatic struggling they all manage to board it. Then comes the shocking reveal! They somehow ended up 5,000 lightyears away from their home planet! There isn’t enough food or water for a full trip. Oh no! But do not worry, dear viewer, as somehow there are 5 habitable planets just on their way back home where they can restock (and at this point the possibility of food and water shortage is immediately forgotten). What a coincidence! And this is where we start our story, a group of teens, lost in space, against the elements, having to visit dangerous planets and the mystery as to how this all happened. Sounds interesting enough, right? Well, prepare for all that potential to be squandered.
This is where the spoilers start as I need to talk about all the nonesense I’ve been subjected to.
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First of the planets they visit all blend together. There is only one thing that’s a threat and it’s always the fucking plants. There is one time an animal is a threat to one of them but that’s solved in a few minutes. It doesn’t matter anyway, as it’s quite obvious that none of them are going to die. This anime tries to blend lighthearted humour with drama and it really doesn’t work. The humour always comes out of nowhere at the worst moments possible, always undercutting the seriousness of any situation. The characters also get their backstories revealed, usually in boring flashbacks, and I could basically see the “Plot Armour Unlocked” achievement pop up in my peripheral vision whenever that happened. Then these characters get thrown into the background and are relegated to random remarks so we don’t forget that they still exist as we move forward with the story. These backstory reveals are supposed to make us really feel for these characters which would be carrying the emotional weight of the upcoming dramatic moments but it doesn’t change the fact that all of them have 1 personality trait. The anime was basically asking me to care for characters with the personality of a pebble. I didn’t. And that’s bad because everyone is always CRYING! Speech? Crying. Reconcaliation? Crying. Dramatic backstory? Crying. Danger? Crying. Anything? Crying! I was rolling my eyes so often I almost gave myself a migraine.
Then the main story. First, the “smart one” (Zack) and the” hero complex turned captain” (Kanata) find out that there’s a traitor among them who was the cause behind the sphere. Then they do the logical thing and keep it to themselves and observe everyone with a close e- OF COURSE THEY DON’T DO THAT. They immediately tell everyone on the ship about it! There’s an uproar that lasts about 30 seconds then they all settle on the fact that they’re all companions and friends now UWU and they shouldn’t worry about it. Anyway, anyone with half a brain could narrow the potential suspect down to 3 characters. Luca, the DIY master and cheery one, Ulgar, the always brooding and mysterious one and Charce, the charming chef who doesn’t seem to have anything bad about him. Well, Luca and Ulgar have a show off on like the second or third planet where their backstories get unlocked and they can be crossed out from the list. Meaning, that you knew who the traitor was halfway through, making their reveal pretty lackluster.
But this all would’ve been fine, has it not been for the plot surrounding their “attempted murder”. Through everyone’s stories one thing becomes clear: they all had shitty parents (except for Aries). If I had known what the actual reason ends up being I’d have been screaming “NO this is good, this is an interesting concept!!!”. As we get a few scenes with the parents back home, this could’ve been so interesting. Maybe, they sent their kids they didn’t love to die and then someone regrets it and threatens to report it and then they have to stop them! THAT would’ve been great. The actual reason though, not only is ridiculous but comes from complete speculation. The 10-year-old with them, Funi is another member’s adopted little sister, the tsundere Quitterie’s. The 2 look literally the same. Same skin colour, hair colour, eye colour but somehow this didn’t peak Quitterie’s curiosity in the slightest as when Zack does a DNA test she is like “omg what if we’re actually related wow”. Except, Zack finds something else: the 2′s DNA are a complete match. So he reveals to them that they’re “the same person”. Interesting. Then he jumps about 1km forward and arrives to the conclusion that they are, in fact, ALL clones of their parents and as a law was passed tha made cloning illegal, it was the reason for wanting to kill them in deep space. Wha...
Ok...ok. Now we’re going into a weird territory but I can deal with this. Not a bad concept. Aight.
Except it doesn’t stop here. On their last planet, they find an astronaut who’s been in stasis after her ship broke down. When the team finds her and unfreezes her she is like “OMG I can finally go back to Earth!!!” and they’re like “...what’s Earth?”. Now this storyline was what completely broke me. They apparently live on a planet that looks very much like Earth, called Astra. Which is fun cause they named their ship Astra...and they acted like they didn’t know what it was? There was a plaque with the quote “Per aspera, ad Astra” in the ship (which I’m quite familiar with as it’s one of my favourite quotes). Then Kanata is like “Astra....I like that.” ISN’T THAT YOUR PLANET’S NAME??? Imagine naming your ship “Earth”, like????????
Khm, anyway, Polina, the astronaut, explains to them that an asteroid was supposed to crash into Earth and this is why they were looking for another planet to migrate to. Jump a little forward and we get the info that the sphere is actually a warp gate humanity used to move over to Astra, however there was war and crime and shit over land and they deactivated them. Then humanity was so ashamed that they “rolled back history” 100 years and erased that part from human history......and this somehow worked.....oh and they also abolished all countries and unified the whole planet and made everyone speak the same language. Oh, and they also banned guns...
Anyway, all this is kept secret by the only place they allowed to keep the Monarchy system which is where Charce is from and is how he knows all this. Then he goes and completely KO’s me with his final revelation that Aries is the clone of the daughter of the king??? And was being raised by one of her handmaidens??
Let me also finish this complain-fest off with the stupidest moment in the whole anime. Charce, after realising that he does actually want to be with his friends, activates the warp gate to commit suicide. Kanata jumps to him and he....he.....puts his arm out toward the warp gate and shouts “Stay back!” at it. Then when that OBVIOUSLY doesn’t work and his forearm gets sucked in Charce panicks and deactivates the gate, ripping Kanata’s right forearm off. This is all pretty hilarious in itself but then Kanata dramatically says to Charce “You promised to be my right hand man” as we get a shot of his bloody amputated right arm. [Key Smash]. I laughed for almost 5 minutes at that.
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If you skipped all that here’s a short summary: can’t balance the drama and the humour, the humour is pretty bad, the characters all have 1 personality trait, the emotional moments don’t carry any weight, incredibly stupid and overcomplicated story with a lot of plot holes, predictable outcomes.
But for some reason people do like this anime. I’m guessing half of them are there for the cute waifus and the other half hasn’t seen actually good sci-fi comedy with drama (cough Cowboy Bebop cough) but whatever. Watch it, don’t watch it, this was more of me complaining than an actual review.
[3/10] (x)
Recommend: HELL Yeah! | Yes | Eh??? | Nope | This anime killed my parents
#dusty reviews#Astra Lost in Space#Kanata no Astra#long post#sorry yall#but i had to get this all out of my system
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first daddy experience
Before I start let me tell you a tiny bit about my life and everything up until this point. Okay first off, I moved from a very conservative state where there were no gays to living in San Diego where there were a lot more of us. Then I met a guy within the first week and we started dating soon after and whatever. A couple weeks later after my birthday some stuff went down with my family and that was just a mess. I didn’t have money or a job and I wasn’t getting money from them anymore. Anyways, I really like to spend money and he also really liked to spend money so we talked about how we could possibly make some extra cash. We first talked about making porn or selling videos and shit, but then his roommate told us about his sugar daddy and how much money he was making so we decided to give it. We used a site called Seeking Arrangement's (I wouldn’t recommend, but if you’re reading this and you’re curious just go for it lmao). Starting off it took us like a week to actually find someone that legit and that wanted to meet because there’s hella fake daddy’s that try to get your money. Some of the daddies would ask for our account numbers and passwords, like tf, do I come off as stupid? I mean even if I gave them my shit they would’ve gotten like $10 from me because I was poor poor. We ended up finding someone that wanted to meet up with both of us and pay $300 EACH. I told him we would do a lot more than what we did haha, but I’ll get to that soon. The daddy invited us to his really nice hotel, The US Grant Luxury Hotel if you’ve ever heard of it, if not you should look it up because holy fuck. I was so fucking nervous to meet with this man because I had no fucking clue what was going to happen and I didn’t remember what he looked like so I was like what if this man is ugly af. Along with that I kept having these bad thoughts and different ideas of what could happen when we went to his room because if he’s rich enough to pay for sex he could easily have us killed and taken care of, right? Oh I also forgot to mention that we were an hour late because I had to get ready haha so he wasn’t really happy with me because I kept telling him we would be there soon, oops. Alright, so I texted him that we were there and he said he was on the phone and he would come down soon. He comes down in the elevator and walks over to us and asks if we’re so and so and I say yea, nice to meet you blank. He like leads us over to the elevator and asks us questions about where we’re from, what school we go to, all these different things as we head up to his room. We get up to his floor and continue talking to him and walking down this huge ass hotel hallway. We walk all the way down to the end and he’s like this is us and he let us into the room. I think for 10-20 minutes we just sat there and talked about random things, it was so awkward and stupid and he kept saying it was very awkward with 3 people and kept like glaring at my boyfriend trying to get him to leave or something, so it was just wack. He mentioned he was trying to break the ice so none of us felt very tense, but as far as I knew my boyfriend and I were uncomfortable as hell and I was shaking in fear hahaha. After awhile he goes alright well you guys take off your clothes and get started and I’ll join in after. So we start to get undressed and then get into the bed and start making out. The daddy takes off all of his clothes and then gets in bed with us and starts grabbing me because I’m in the fucking middle. He started making out with me, but it was just him sticking his tongue in my mouth and I just held his tongue in my mouth for minutes at a time, I literally wanted to vomit on him. He also would stick his tongue in my ear and lick around and suck on my nipples and progressively made his way down to my flaccid penis. Yes, it was flaccid. He sucked on my soft dick for so long and he just kept going at it thinking I was going to get hard, but 1. I was not enjoying any of it and 2. I was so uncomfortable and scared I don’t think I would have been able to do anything to get hard. THEN he started BITING my fucking ball sack, he didn’t just suck on my balls he literally bit the sack. WHO TF. So then he started making out with me again and he wanted me to suck him and I was like uh no (he was soft too), then he asked if we could fuck, and again I was like uhh definetly not. He also was like it’s only okay if you and your boyfriend are okay with it too. Neither of us wanted him to fuck me so it was a hell no. We ended up taking like 2 water breaks because he said that me and my boyfriend were making out too much. The first water break my boyfriend said that he had to go to the bathroom and took his phone and was there for a good 5 minutes and just left me alone and I wanted to die. On the second water break I stood up just so I wasn’t in the middle getting everything anymore and wouldn’t have to be near the daddy. All of us talked for awhile again and then he told me to get back in the bed and we could just lay there and talk so I crawled back into bed butt ass naked. The whole sexual “experience” only lasted 20, maybe 30 minutes so thank god for that. Us 3 laying were just laying in the bed naked talking about different aspects of our lives, sex, relationships, etc. We asked him some questions and he told us about him and then he would give us advice and ask us questions about us individually or as a couple. The whole time we were talking to him he was rubbing up and down my leg and it was so uncomfortable because I didn’t want him to touch me anymore and it fucking hurt because I have hairy legs and his hands were clamy and pulling my leg hair. I told him a couple minutes later that we had to get going because I had plans later that I had to get to and he was just like okay yea you guys have better things to be doing than staying here all night. We got out of bed and started getting our clothes and he walks over to his pants and whips out his wallet. He counts out $600, in 20′s and hands them to me. Like wtf, I really just made that. I was like thank you and put it in my pocket before he would say anything else. We said goodbye real quick and walked out of the room and got to the elevator and started freaking tf out. We literally made $300 each from making out and him sucking on me and talking. We barely did anything and he definitely wanted to do more, but we told him we could meet another time and do more. He wanted us to fuck in front of him, but I told him a couple weeks later that we probably weren’t interested in another meet-up. He was super butt hurt and really wanted to see us, mostly me again and then my boyfriend and I broke up shortly after so I ended up talking to him about that and he gave me a lot of good advice. This was an awful experience for me, but he was really nice and I mean it could have been worse, maybe lmao.
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SPN MinnCon Day 3
You know what, I’m pulling the I-just-gave-birth-to-a-tiny-helpless-human card. That’s why I didn’t get back to this sooner. Also my mom and aunt were in town helping out a ton but it also kept me away from Tumblr most days.
So. MinnCon Day 3. This day was the day for me. I had been looking forward to the whole weekend for months. But truly, this day was something that I had been freaking out about for about two weeks for two reasons. 1.) Jared Photo Op. 2) Jared 30 Minute Meet and Greet.
I’ll preface this with the fact that I am a dyed-in-the-wool Jared/Sam stan. I cannot get enough of him and his smile and his sense of humor and his hair and his compassion and his empathy and his brain and his eyes. Okay, yeah, I love the 6′4″ mansuit he inhabits, too.
When you read this, you’re going to see a lot of Jared. A decent bit of Jensen, too (I took a lot of pictures of him). But I’ll be writing a lot more about Jared. Except for the meet and greets. Which... ugh, I wish I could tell you guys about his 30 minute meet and greet as well as his 10 minute for VIP. But I can’t. :(
Buckle up bitches, this shits long...
It was the first picture I took.
The day started out with the Gold Panel. If you haven’t seen it yet, my fellow VIP’er, Sue, gave Jared a thing of cupcakes when he called on her for a question and she didn’t have one ready. So she asked him if he wanted a cupcake. There’s rules about giving them food; I guess they’re not supposed to take it, but Jared was like, “Uh shit yeah I want a cupcake.”
He was only supposed to take one for each of them. But I don’t think he could hear her very well. So he took the whole thing. I was supposed to eat one of those fucking cupcakes.
And then:
CUPCAKEPOCALYPSE
It went on for several minutes. Jared dropped the cupcakes (THAT I WAS SUPPOSED TO EAT) and made a giant mess. A creation staff person came out to help, a fan offered baby wipes, and Jensen had to help clean Jared’s face.
“Help a brother out, man.”
“You are beyond help.”
Brothers. I swear.
Questions were fun and it was during this panel that I could tell that the day would be distinctly different from previous con’s Sundays. We all know Jared is quite a bit more talkative than Jensen. But today, that would not be the case. Someone put a quarter in Jensen...
He’s so pretty.
Again, I’m not sure what someone said (I know I could go watch the video but, time) but Jensen busted out the imaginary popcorn.
And then there were more wonderful pictures of Jared.
See. Lots of Jared.
If you want to see ALL of the pictures I took (and edited) from the entire weekend:
GO HERE
The flicker album will be available until flickr decides to get rid of free accounts or whatever nonsense Yahoo wants to do with flickr.
After the gold panel I had Jared’s 30 minute meet and greet and his photo op. I was hoping that by waiting to post this, I’d have my .jpg from Chris, but I don’t. The meet and greet was fantastic. There were 20 people in that session, and we drew numbers for seats. I got number 6 which ended up being right in the middle of the front row. I don’t know how I got so fucking lucky...
I got to ask my very weird question and got a very cogent and incredibly self-aware answer that kind of blew me away. And we even had time to sneak in my follow-up, which also resulted in another ridiculously self-aware response. And he remembered these questions because he later brought the topic up again at the 10 minute VIP.
Now the photo op. I’m pretty sure this interaction tops the entire weekend (just sneaking past his autograph and getting a smooch from Rob Benedict). Remember the fact that I’m 37 weeks pregnant. I had no clue what the hell to do for this photo op. I was wearing my self-made maternity “Love Yourself First” t-shirt, all black, with red/black buffalo plaid. I don’t know if it was entirely obvious that I was pregnant as I walked up to Jared for my op.
The VIP folks with his op got to go first. I opted, out of the four of us with his op, to go last. I walked up as Bang A Gong (Get It On) played, and whenever there is music playing, I cannot help but dance a bit. So my dumbass does my white-girl shimmy up to him and he laughed as he did his own short dance, but then proceeded to damn near do the splits to take the picture. I’m 5′4″. He’s 6′4″. I definitely didn’t want to take a picture with my face at his sternum. He knew that.
But other than that I didn’t know what to do. So I told him that. Here’s the conversation:
“Hey. I really don’t know what to do because she’s in the way,” I said as I pointed at my very-much-in-the-way-pregnant-stomach.
Jared’s eyes popped when he looked and then immediately started rubbing my stomach. Now normally, I would not have been okay with some rando touching my pregnant stomach without asking.
Jared Padalecki is not some rando. And he asked, “How far along are you?”
I laughed as I said, “I’m due in three weeks.”
If I thought his eyes popped before, they damn near fell out of his head at that. He replied, “Holy shit, how the fuck are you on your feet?! That is so badass, I can’t believe you’re here!” He held up his hand for a high-five, which I did, and he grabbed my hand to hold on to it. He then asked me my name. I told him and mentioned I’d been to the con last year with my sister and she was sad she couldn’t make it this year. And he then said, “Jeanna, awesome, I’m so sorry your sister couldn’t be here. But, how are you feeling? Do you need anything?” I told him I was great and that I’d been looking forward to this for months even though I’m huge and was really nervous about this photo op.
He then pulled me into him, wrapped his arms around me (like he does for most of his ops) and we took the picture. With his arms still around me, he looked me in the eye and said, “It was wonderful to meet you again. I am so glad you are here and that you’re doing so well. Is this your first?”
“Yup.”
“I am so happy for you, that’s awesome. I remember Gen had the pregnancy glow, you look absolutely stunning, you’re rockin’ it hard. Thank you again for being here. I’ll see you again later in VIP.”
I thanked him and hugged him once more and he kissed the top of my god damn head.
And then I left the photo op room. As I was walking out of the room, a fellow VIP’er was waiting for me and saw me walking out. I think I had the worst dead-eyes face on because she said, “What happened?! Did something go wrong with your op?!”
And I said, “No. It was amazing I’m fucking speechless and don’t know what to do. I feel like I’m forgetting something. I... don’t know what to do all of a sudden.”
“Breathe, honey. You’re forgetting to breathe.”
You’re god damn right I was forgetting to breathe. I mean, this just happened:
I couldn’t have asked for a better photo.
Moving on...
Next was Mark Pellegrino’s panel which was stellar. I love him.
Rob came out eventually and was giving Mark the Dad stare. I kinda wish Rob would look at me like that... eh, @atc74?
And then there was some funny God and His Children interactions.
Such a stellar cast.
And then there was the Jensen and Jared main panel.
Guys. Gals. There are so many fucking pictures I took. Here’s a random sampling:
It was an amazing panel. Like I said someone put a quarter in Jensen and he was just on point this year. Compared to other cons and videos I’ve watched, he really came out of his shell at this event and put on an amazing show with Jared. I absolutely recommend watching all the videos from this convention because they are so worth it.
After the main panel was Mark’s, Jensen’s, and Jared’s 10 minute VIP meet and greets. Holy shit were they great. Again, can’t really talk about them, but I got to sit next to Jared and he doesn’t understand personal space. I’ll leave it at that.
The night ended with autographs. I hit up Jared’s first, which in hindsight wish I’d done last but oh well. I hopped in line and when he saw me he said, “Remind me how long you’ve got?” as he reached out and touched my stomach again. I told him it was three weeks out and he smiled and shook his head as he said, “Damn, you are a fucking trooper. Congratulations again. Keep kickin’ ass.” He signed the photo, thanked me, and I thanked him. Right as I stepped away, he said, “You tweet that baby’s picture right away! I wanna see her face!”
I did tweet a picture, but I don’t think he saw it. That’s okay, I didn’t really think he would.
Jensen was next, who I had sign my J2 op from the previous year with my sister. While signing, his mala bead bracelet got stuck on the table cloth. My first thought was to say, “What did you do, Ray?” in my best Winston impression. And Jensen didn’t miss a beat. “I couldn’t help it. It just popped in there...”
Thanks for knowing your Ghostbusters references, Jensen.
Last but not least was Misha. Aside from his 10-min meet and greet, I’d never really interacted with him. There was a short wait for him as he finished up his Castiel photo ops. My VIP liaison and I were waiting together because she had an op for his auto too. And then he arrived, got settled and waved us over. I had him sign the first op my sister and I ever got from 2016 with Misha and Mark Sheppard. Mark had signed it last year.
And Misha remembered from VIP on Saturday that I was pregnant and asked me about it. When I told him it was a girl, he said, “Oh yeah, you’re gonna love it, it’s stupidly fun. Picked a name yet?” and I told him we decided on Elizabeth. His response was, “How cool, my sister’s name is Elizabeth. You have fun with that baby and don’t listen to anyone. Follow your gut. Science, too. But trust yourself. You got this.”
And then we were done. I went back to the VIP room, helped clean up a bit, gathered my stuff, and headed for my car. The second I walked out of the room, I started crying because... it was over. Everything was done, all the things I’d been looking forward to for months were... done. Just like that, in the blink of an eye, the weekend was behind me.
I’m still not over it. I’m waiting for the next opportunity to meet them all again. I called my sister in that moment of sudden sadness and told her that we absolutely had to do VIP together at Chicago, or hope they come back to Minneapolis soon. I can’t imagine doing a con without VIP again.
And the weekend wouldn’t have been what it was without all the people I met and new friends I made. You’re all wonderful and amazing and I can’t thank you enough for how welcoming you all were.
I hope you all enjoyed reading these. I think I’ll put a master post together to link to all three parts/days and add a link to the flickr album there as well. Thanks again for reading!
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Chapter 1
Another one of my works in progresses is realistic fiction (I think idk). I decided to post the first part of it Warnings: Swearing, child abuse, kidnapping, underage prostitution (doesn’t go into details), sexual comments
I tried my hardest to stay in this house. I really did. Everything was great. The dad cooked every day. He even packed me lunch. The mom didn't seem to like me a lot. She would really just ignore me which is fine. But there I was in the backseat of my social worker's car heading to god knows were.
“You were doing so well Val. They were even talking about adoption. You just had to go and ruin it.” Mr. Davidson looked at me from the front seat. They had mentioned adoption but I didn't think they were serious. No one wants to adopt a 16-year-old. Especially one that they called a “violent animal” after one fight. The mom even slapped me.
“I didn't even start the fight, that bitc-”
“Valentina,” Mr. Davidson warned. “The other girl almost had to go to the hospital. Just be lucky her parents didn't press charges.” No, they didn't instead, they got me expelled. She was faking half the injuries anyway. I only go to hit her twice.
I stayed quiet this time. I have to learn to stay quiet in front of Mr. Davidson. He could ruin my life in a second. My silence only lasted 10 minutes tho.
“Have you heard anything from Alex?” I tried to act casually. Like I didn’t really want to know, but really I would do anything to see my brother again.
“Not in over a year Valentina. Do you really believe he's coming back for you? He's 26. If he was going to get custody of you he would have done it by now.” I wanted to shout at him. To tell him he was wrong. But instead, my hands clenched harder around my trash bag. My nails made a small tear. There was no way Alex abandoned me. He was probably just in trouble again. That's what happened last time he disappeared for this long.
“Fine can you at least tell me where we are going?”
“A small town called Kibly. The family’s nice and the best I could do with the time I had.” I nodded. I'm not sure what I expected, this was a last minute emergency placement. They were never good. “If you get kicked out again I won't hesitate to put you in a group home. Do you understand?” I nodded once again.
An hour later Mr. Davidson parked the car. The house was small with only one story. One of the windows was boarded up with wood. The whole front yard was overgrown and had random chairs and broken shit was just thrown around. No, I couldn't do this again. Mr. Davidson was getting out of the car but I didn't move.
“Can I try my chances at a group home?” I asked only half joking. I'd rather go to a group home that another one of these houses. At least there I knew the rules and that they’ll have to feed me.
“Valentina, get out of the car,” he practically growled. I listened, clenching my bag to my chest. We walked to the front door and Mr. Davidson rang the doorbell. A few seconds later the door flung open revealing a lady probably in her mid-30s. She had blonde hair, but her brown roots were showing. Her skin looked orange from a fake tan. She was wearing a crop top, short shorts, and a choker. she also looked slightly high.
“Hello, Bella. This is Valentina. She’ll start school tomorrow and is already set up..” Mr. Davidson kept on talking but I blocked it out. At one point Mr. Davidson left and I was in the rundown house. The inside was just as bad as the outside. The entrance led to a living room, which had a beaten up couch, beer bottles all over the floor and trash on the coffee table. There was a nice enough looking TV but then I realized it was cracked and probably stolen. There might have been a computer on a desk in the corner but I couldn't see it with all the papers and trash.
“Listen, kid, your rooms the last door to the right.” Bella pointed to a short hallway that had four doors. “If I were you I would stay in there at all times. And don't disturb my husband, Henry. He should be in his way home from work with some of his poker buddies, and he doesn't like his games being interrupted.” I shrugged. I already knew the drill in homes like these, Listen to rules and don't show emotion. If you show any sign of resistance or wine in any way, well you might leave with a few bruises.
I went into the bedroom. If you can call it that. it might have once been a really small office space or a large closet. A twin size air mattress with a pillow and blanket threw onto it sat in a corner. That took up the majority of the room, only leaving a foot of space between the bed and the wall it wasn't touching. There was a window but it was one of the windows boarded up with wood. Great. I threw my trash bag onto the bed and sat down next to it. The air mattress sunk under me. My watch told me it was six. If I planned on going to school tomorrow I’ll need new school supplies. My old foster family didn't let me take any of the things they bought for me. I pulled on an old red hoodie from my bag and dug through to my emergency cash. I only had $30. I took ten even though that meant I wouldn't be able to get everything I need.
I shoved the money in my pocket and left the ‘room’. As I walked down the hall I heard laughter. Shit, the husband must be home. I poked my head to see if there was a way out. There where four men in the living room. I'd have to walk right past them to leave the house. I was about to slowly back up and see if the window in the bathroom opens, but I was already spotted.
”Hey Harry, whos the kid?” one of the men asked. I stepped out of the hall knowing that there was no point in turning back.
“That must be the foster kid. Bella’s friends a social worker. We get a lot of cash from her. Girl what's your name,” A guys, who I can assume is Bella's husband Harry, barked. He was swaying slightly in his seat and holding a half-empty beer bottle.
“Valentina,” I answered. I didn't make any eye contact but I tried to stand up tall and just walk past them. My back was turned to them when a voice stopped me.
“Where do you think you're going?” Henry asked when I started to move to the door.
“Look at that ass,” Another guy slurred after whistling. The others chuckled. I immediately turned to face them. I shoved my hands in my sweatshirt pocket and gripped the ten dollars. At least the sweater I was wearing was baggy and not revealing like the t-shirt under it. I tried to just turn around and leave again but someone grabbed my arm. It was Harry.
“I asked you a question bitch,” He growled right in my face. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
“I have to get school supplies,” I explained.
“We can give you some money,” one of the guys suggested.
“Oh yes all you have to do is entertain us a little,” another said. Harry seemed to like this idea since he smirked and pushed me into the center of the living room.
I left the house an hour later with five ones stuffed in my bra. I moved it to my pocket.
By some miracle, I found a Walmart after about a half an hour of wandering. The sun was already starting to set as I entered the store. I grabbed a basket and went straight to the school supplies. It was the end of the year so there wasn’t a lot of school stuff.
My basket had a small $7 backpack, 2 notebooks, and a folder. I had a pack of pencils in my sweater pocket. They were expensive okay. After tax, I should have a dollar left. It’s enough to maybe buy chips at school tomorrow. That might be all I eat if I don't have free or maybe reduced lunch.
The sun was probably setting outside and there was no way I could find a way back to the house.
Luckily I had a plan. My eyes searched the aisle until they caught a girl about My age a few feet away. She was gorgeous. I could only see half of her face but her skin was a beautiful dark brown and her hair was up in a bun. She could see that she is proudly wearing a rainbow bracelet. That means she’s either an “I love unicorns and rainbows” girl or gay. Judging by her flannel shirt and serious demeanor It's safe to assume the latter. Perfect. It's so much easier to flirt with a girl than with a guy.
I slipped off my sweater and wrapped it around my waste. I was wearing a tank top since it was hot earlier. It was wearing a crop top since it was hot earlier. That will come in handy now.
I walked over to where she was standing and picked up a pack of led pencils that were way above my price range. As I went to place them back I ‘Accidentally’ dropped my entire basket. The little stuff I had scattered across the aisle.
“Shoot,” I muttered, deciding not to swear so I can keep an ‘innocent damsel in distress’ look. Apparently, it worked because when I kneeled the girl did as well. She helped me gather everything and put it in the basket. “Thank you so much!” I tried to make the gratitude not sound forced. I’ve been told that I'm a scary good liar. I could feel her eyes on me, looking me up and down. I usually would feel grossed out, but I didn't with her.
“It’s no problem. I don’t think I've seen you around, and I usually know all the pretty girls in town,” she smirked and her eyes found their way back to mine. Wow, she really wasn’t holding back, and her voice was beautiful. My cheeks turned a slightly pink and broke eyes contact, instead looked at her lips while slightly biting on mine. All of this was, of course, part of the act. I never act this embarrassed when someone's actually flirting with me, well at least I never show it.
“Oh I just moved here,” I said quickly making eye contact and smiling.
“Are you going to Kibly High? If so I’d love to be the one to show you around.” she winked and moved closer to me. Wow, I know that I’m good looking but this girl is making things so easy. I didn't know what school I was going to but these towns small so there's no way it has more than one public high school.
“Yeah, I am. I’m a little nervous. I’ve never been the new kid before.” I've told this lie a million times. Always looking shy and sweet each time.
“Don't worry everyone is really nice,” she said inching closer. There was a small awkward silence. Shit, I had to think of something to say.
“If they are anything like you then that’s not hard to believe,” I said looking down at my feet with another fake blush.
“Well I can't promise that they are as nice as me.” she winked. I giggled. “I'm Mia by the way.”
“I’m Valentina, but you can call me Val,” I inched closer as well. I didn't tell her a fake name just in case we did end up going to the same school. There was less than a foot between us and Mia was looking down at me. I hadn’t realized how tall she was. I didn't look her in the eye instead, I stared at her lips while I nibbled on my own.
“Well, Val how about we get out of Walmart and go somewhere a little more... interesting.” Her voice was low. Our heads were so close and I thought she was about to kiss me, but instead of going to my lips her mouth was next to my ear. “I would love to be the first to show you around town.”
“Sur sure let's just um let's go and pay,” I didn't even have to fake the stutter. Why did I have to pick a hot one? It's going to be so much harder when she finds out half the stuff I said a lie. Mia backed away smiling at me.
“Of course,” Mia chirped as she grabbed my hand. “Do you have everything?”
Our lips were connected as soon as we were in the car. We didn't even bother with pretending we were planning to drive. Both of us were in the backseat where the windows were tinted. Mia’s knees were on either side of my leg’s while we kiss. It was one of the best make-out sessions I've ever had.
It didn't last long. After a moment the doors on either side of us swung open. I was ripped away from Mia. something cold was placed against my temple and a hand was over my mouth. I looked at Mia and saw a masked man holding her tight with a gun to her skull and a cloth to her mouth. Her eyes were getting droopy. The same thing was probably happening to me just without the cloth.
“We are going to take you to the van. Any resistance and I’ll shoot. Understand?” I nodded, my eyes getting watery. The man with Mia just picked her up since she was passed out but the man holding me practically dragged me to a van right behind the car. It was the stereotypical black windowless van. Great, I’m going to die. He shoved me in the back and got in himself. Once inside the car jerked forward. Mia was placed on the ground while my arms were forced behind my back. What felt like plastic was wrapped around them. I was then forced to sit next to Mia’s body. I could see her breathing so at least I knew she was alive.
#wlw#tw: alcohol#tw: abuse#tw: profanity#shoplifting#realistic fiction#But not really realistic#chapter 1#writing#making out#shitty writing#lesbian#i take constructive criticism#im trying#my writing#writeblr#excerpt#idk man#unorginal names#story#pls read#not very good#probably bad#like real bad#gay#foster care#novel#i'll edit this later#im scared to post this#oh well
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sPiCy ThUrsDay
Why is everything so hilarious and incredulous and amazing here on Earth? I’m totally vibing with my spirit guides.. I think I figured out my other main guide’s name...David. Vincent and David?! That U?! Sup! Now the fun part begins!!! Universe ain’t even ready for this magic! I was in a funky mood last night after I smoked and I was talkin with the Universe and my guides out loud in bed, as one does, and I’m like, “Yo let’s have a SPICY ASS DAY tomorrow, guys! Let’s have a funky ass random fuckin spicy Thursday.. why not?!”
**Wakes up**
**Looks at Instagram Stories... SEES FUCKING THSI!**
AND THEN! I was walking to the red line because I had a Barry’s class downtown.. first time taking the train in 2 years (give or take 1-2 exceptions). If Uber was cheaper than $20 I would’ve taken an Uber because the CTA is ruthless these days (more homeless people and dirtiness than you could imagine). Uber was $50 no cap LOL so I’m like ok I’m taking my ass to the train. I get closer and see 30 people just standing around by the bus stop lookin all mad lol. GOD DAMMIT. I heard the CTA guy on the megaphone saying a bunch of things, I thought there was a person on the tracks. I ask the young girl next to me, “Is shit going down right now up there?” She’s like “nah the trains just aren’t moving either direction.” Sick ok gotta pivot. Meanwhile all the beloved Chicago weirdos are wandering around me, I pull out my phone to call a $50 Uber and he’s 10 whole ass minutes away. It’s fine, I have no other choice, I’ll make it to Barry’s JUST in time. While I’m waiting for the Uber, the dude next to me looks at me and says he loves my red nike leggings. I was nice and thanked him. Then he needed some directions to get to the nearest brown line so I showed him how to do it. “Can I get your number?” Me: no lol. And then he proceeds to say he loved to fuck girls in the pussy and have his balls flappin up against it as he does it lol.” I thought I misheard him the first time but then he kept talking... saying sorry I woke up with morning wood. I wasn’t offended at all, I was laughing my ass off in my head thinking about this SPICY ASS MORNING I WAS ALREADY HAVING LOL. Unreal. Then my uber driver (sweetest guy) was deaf... the app told me he was. So that was cool and different. Then I had a bomb ass workout at Barry’s! It’s only 1130a :).
By the way: I googled ‘Spicy’.... used to mean "exciting but vulgar or inappropriate," like a spicy joke that's not suitable for school. Yep.
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Ghost, Chapter 4 - “Safe and Sound”, part 1.
A/N: First of all, I’d like to say that it’s good to know that people appreciate my work (which is challenging, since English isn’t my first language). @witchymarvelspacecase is the angel behind the good grammar of this story, go check out her great writing! The chapter is inspired by the song “Safe and Sound” by Taylor Swift and The Civil Wars (major feels for this song) and it will have a part 2!
Summary: Reader begins her training with the team and surprises everyone with her skills. Clint and reader have a talk about their bond when she’s about to leave to her first mission with the team.
Warnings: Swearing, angst, Clint acting like a big brother, violence, reader being a sweetheart (notice the sarcasm dripping in ‘sweetheart’).
Word count: 3.542
Y/N: your name Y/LN: your last name
A couple weeks later
One more kilometer, Y/N. One. More. Kilometer.
The cold wind that blew outside and the loud rock music – “Where Are You Now”, by Royal Blood – that blasted through my ears were what pushed me forward to finish my run. Now that my legs were almost healed, the physical therapist had allowed me to have my morning run in the compound area. Day by day, I’d extended the run, adding one more kilometer to it; and by now I was about to go to the 4th kilometer.
The run that had started at 7 A.M. with “Dive In” by Pierce The Veil playing, was now finishing at 8:10 A.M. with “Dark Necessities” by Red Hot Chili Peppers blasting in my ears as I walked into the compound.
I entered the living room as I unzipped my gray hoodie, and headed towards my room, so I could take my iron supplement, freshen up a little, and eat something before I finally started training with the team. I left my room and went to the kitchen to find the whole team already there. Steve was reading the newspaper while Bucky, Sam and Clint were talking about something random. Vision, Nat, and Wanda were having a small talk while eating, and Tony was having his daily Clorofile juice while talking to Bruce about a random project they were working on.
“Looks like someone turned into a morning person.” Tony said when he saw me enter the kitchen and eyed me up and down. “And a healthier one, too.”
“How many words, and sentence formations you know, Stark?” I asked while I grabbed a cup of coffee and a plate with two pieces of toast, and an apple. “It’s the fourth day you’ve said something like that to me.”
“Not that many,” he answered.
“Well,” I began, as I sat between Steve and Sam, “it’s getting annoying and if you keep going with this shit I won’t hesitate to take a baseball bat and destroy your lab.”
“Like a Hulk explosion?” Sam asked.
“Yes,” I answered, taking a sip of my coffee, and a bite of the toast, “but worse.”
“You always eat apples, Y/N.” Steve commented when he closed his newspaper. I was already taking a second bite of said apple.
“Well, you know what they say?” I asked and he nodded so I could answer. “An apple a day keeps the doctor away. No offense, Bruce.”
“That’s okay.” He said.
“So you’re afraid of doctors, Y/N?” Nat asked smirking.
“No, not at all.” I answered and my lips formed a shit-eating grin. “They might even be in my list of fetishes.”
That’s when Bucky choked on his juice. Sam, Nat, Tony, and Clint cracked up laughing, Wanda blushed, Bruce laughed nervously, and Steve looked at me mortified. I looked at each of them.
“What?” I asked
“So you have a fetish list, Y/N?” Tony teased.
I shrugged. “Who doesn’t?”
“But are doctors really on it?” Wanda asked.
“I was just joking, guys. Chill out.” I said and smirked. “I’m way too rad for a doctor.”
I kept on eating my apple, as if that conversation hadn’t happened. I finished my breakfast speaking only a little, nothing more than, “pass me the butter” and washed my dishes. Nat approached me.
“Going for a run?” she asked.
“Nope.” I answered and looked at her. “The physical therapist allowed me to begin the training, so…”
“I’m so going to kick your ass.” Nat smirked and I laughed.
“That’s what you think”. I said.
“So you’re training with us today, Doll?” Bucky asked.
“Yes.” I answered as we entered the fully stocked training room; which had three complete gym stations, a square full of thick black mats in the middle of the room, and three punching bags. “The physical therapist allowed me to kick some ass from now on… or have my ass kicked perhaps.”
Bucky chuckled and went to the upper body station with his earbuds on.
I took my hoodie off and began with a few stretches recommended by my physical therapist. Then, I began with two series of 15 squats and then 20 push-ups. I ended with a 30-second plank and got up to see Steve in front of me.
“This is for you,” he said handing me a black bag. I opened it to see a pair of white Muay-Thay gloves and two black bandages. “For when you want to use the punching bags, to not hurt your hands and…”
“There’s no need for explanation.” I said and smiled. He smiled back. “Thank you for the gift, Oldie. I’ll put ’em to use.”
“Not now, my darling Y/N.” Nat said when approached us. She smirked. “You, me, sparring mats, now.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” I said and looked to Steve. He snickered.
I took my sneakers and socks off, and put them with my hoodie. I went to the sparring mats, and the team, excepting for Wanda, Vision, Bruce and the Asgardian sunshine called Thor, were there minding their exercises.
Nat pulled me inside to the mats and almost immediately attacked my face with a punch. I groaned in pain.
“Okay, I wasn’t ready.” I said.
“You ready now?” She asked wearing a predatory smirk. I smiled back.
My answer was to drop her with a low kick. She grabbed at my ankle and made me fall with a punch behind my right knee. With no second thoughts, I rolled to the side, pulled her left arm and locked her in an arm wrench, holding her tightly between my legs. She broke free from my grasp and tried to grab my arm, but I took advantage of her exposed neck and pulled her by the shirt she wore, locking her neck in a hold, using little force, so I wouldn’t hurt her.
Her head slammed against my nose and she escaped my grip again. I got up and blocked her blow, kicking her on her left ribcage and attacking her with my right elbow. Her right hand stopped next to my lower belly.
“You’d be bleeding by now if I had a knife.” She said.
My right hand was touching her neck and she noticed. I smirked and my hand slid across her neck slowly. “And you’d be dead if I held a knife, Romanoff.”
Not long after, Nat and I fist bumped each other for the good match. I felt someone pulling me from behind and didn’t hesitate in hitting his stomach with my elbow. I turned around and saw Tony. I kicked him twice on the ribs, threw a punch on his face and finished him with a kick on his left knee. He fell to a sitting position on the mat.
Before I could think, Sam attacked me and locked my neck in a wrench, giving me the perfect opportunity to hit his stomach with my elbow, hold his shirt, lift, and throw his body over my shoulder, making him fall on the mat with a loud thud and groaning.
“Holy shit.” Sam said and it seemed that everyone in the room stopped to see the sparring sequences.
“It’s not a high school wrestling match, Sammy Boy.” I smirked while panting. Steve approached and I already knew he’d be quite a challenge. Since he’s taller than me, I decided to attack him with a left uppercut punch that hit his chin, to mess with him, and gain a little time. It wasn’t my wisest decision though.
Steve came at me and my first decision was coming in with a punch. He caught my arm and pulled me to him, making my body fall to the floor.
“Okay, now I’m angry”. I thought.
It happened fast – it was like I could see what his next move would be as soon as got up. I averted his kick, holding his leg and punching his knee. I could see Steve lose his balance and fall, giving me enough time to immobilize him in an arm wrench – that would have been successful if he wasn’t a motherfucking super soldier. He broke free from my grasp and got up, making a the silly mistake of giving me his back. I smirked and got up, jumping onto his back, lacing my arms around his neck, hitting his lower back with my knee and kicking behind his knee – which was an unwise move for me, because he fell backward and who was behind him?
I was.
With the fall, Steve’s head landed on my left boob, my legs were around his waist and my hands were still on his neck. I grunted. “Well, shit.”
“I wasn’t about to attack you.” Steve stated. “Why did you attack me?”
“I was already in fight mode, you know.” I said. “I would’ve attacked anyone who’d approach me the way you did.”
“I could do this all day.” I heard him murmur after a heavy sigh.
I was about to give a smart remark when F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice echoed in the room. “Ms. Hill is requesting the presence of the team for an urgent meeting in 30 minutes.”
“Did she say what this was about, F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” Tony asked.
“No, Mr. Stark.” The AI answered and I sighed.
“Cap’n, you’re crushing me here.” I said trying to collect enough air in my lungs.
“Oh, sorry Y/N.” He said and got up, helping me up after.
“Thanks, Oldie.” I said when I recovered my breath. Something told me that the day would be eventful.
I went to my room and took a quick shower. While I got dressed, I could see the sky getting dark, lightning illuminating the view and the deep sounds of thunder reverberating. I wore a plaid shirt, dark jeans and a pair of comfy slippers. I also grabbed my jean jacket and went to the meeting room where Wanda, Vision, Steve, Bruce, and Nat were already sitting along with the woman I presumed to be Maria Hill.
“You must be Y/N Y/L/N.” Maria greeted me. I nodded. “Maria Hill, agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.”
“Nice to meet you.” I said simply and sat between Bruce and Nat as the others began to arrive.
“Today we’ll have two heavenly presences.” Tony began when he entered the room. Bucky and Clint followed. Then Thor, with now short hair, an eye patch, jeans and a t-shirt, entered the room, followed by Bruce and a stunning woman who wore a white armor and a beautiful royal blue cape. I looked to my side to see Bruce smiling mischievously. What. The. Actual. Fuck?
“Lady Inked Buttocks.” Thor greeted me. I sighed.
“There’s no need to call me ‘Inked Buttocks’ the whole time.” I said. “I already told you my name.”
“It’s an intriguing nickname.” Bruce commented by my side. “I wonder what this is about.”
“But you already…” I began and Thor interrupted me.
“Loki…” Thor began and I saw Bruce (2nd Bruce?) turn into a man who wore green leather armor. He had black hair the length of his shoulders, pale skin and the greenest of eyes.
“What the hell?!” I asked almost screaming.
“Lady Inke…” Thor began and I looked at him, throwing daggers. “Lady Y/N, this is Loki, the God of Mischief and my brother.”
“Adopted brother.” Loki corrected, with this heavy British accent. “Now, does anyone care to explain me about this intriguing ‘Inked Buttock’ thing? Thor couldn’t stop talking about that and I found it quite annoying.”
“This will be fun.” Tony said. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., care to show the first images of Ms. Y/L/N in the compound?”
Almost immediately, the images began to reproduce, so everyone could see the origin of my nickname – from the guard I seduced and took the guns from, to when I took the surgical gown that I’d worn off, leaving me the way I came into this world. By the end of the short film, my head laid on the table, for the blush that crept into my cheeks and my neck.
“And now she just did something that gave more reasons for this cool nickname, which I created.” Tony began and I looked up to see a picture of my freshly inked back.
“Oh, wow.” Loki said and something made me rise my head from the table and look at him. His mesmerizing green orbs gazing into mine. “You seem to be brave, Lady Y/N. You know, the Gods will always smile on brave women like you… she would make a beautiful queen in Asgard, wouldn’t she, brother?”
“So, we’re here to talk about a mission that just entered S.H.I.E.L.D’s radar and that requires discretion.” Maria Hill began. “We’re talking about a human trafficking scheme. A heavy one.”
“Where?” Nat asked.
“The last time we had any information, they were in Paris, France.” She responded. “But our undercover agent just informed us that, in a week, they’ll host a luxury market in Spain.”
“Which kind of people do they traffic?” I asked, briefly reading the file that was on the desk.
“According to our agent, mostly women.” She answered. “This luxury market happens every month and even politicians give their contribution to human slavery.”
“Who’s most qualified for this mission?” Steve asked. “What’s the plan?”
“Fury listed you, Natasha, Barnes, Thor and Y/N.” Maria answered.
“Me?” I asked confused and Maria looked at me.
“Fury said you have the ability to go undercover and were a ‘good distraction’.” Maria answered and smirked. “We also could see some of your fighting skills, not to mention your skills with knives and guns.”
“About the mission…” Steve began.
“You’re all going undercover inside this ball.” Maria began. “The sale always begins after midnight so, for disguise, one or two of you will be acting like a buyer while the others take information about everything related to the scheme. The event will happen inside a castle, so be prepared to get dressed to the nines. The blueprint of the castle is in the files.”
“Who’s the head of the scheme?” Bucky asked.
“A man who attends by the nickname `Morningstar’.” Maria answered. “His true identity and appearance are not known, but we’re aiming to find out soon. Any more questions?”
“Brunnhilde and Loki will go with me, right?” Thor asked and everyone in the room groaned.
“You might be a ray of sun, Thor,” Clint began. “But we don’t trust your brother. How do we know he’ll not compromise the mission?”
“He won’t, trust me.” Thor answered and looked at Loki. “He knows what happens if he even thinks about it.
“Where is this castle?” I asked.
“We’re talking about the Vélez-Blanco Castle, in Almería.” Maria answered and showed us a few pictures of the beautiful place. “You’re going to Roquetas del Mar, a city next to Almería, to a safe house and under fake IDs, which will be ready in a few days. Questions?”
“Brunnhilde and Loki…?” Thor asked again. The people began to discuss the possibilities, and I was already fed up with the amount of voices trying to prove their point at the same time.
“Enough!” I screamed suddenly, silencing the room and surprising even myself. I looked at Thor. “Is there a way to wound or possibly kill your brother?”
“Not for a mortal like you.” Loki answered before Thor with mockery. It annoyed me to the point that I quickly got up, took my knife from my back pocket and threatened him, putting it to his neck.
“Holy sh-“ Brunnhilde began saying and I cut her off, so I could talk for everyone to hear.
“You might be the Bastard of Mischief and all,” I began, the silver blade glued to his pale neck. “But you won’t trick me. Fuck the mission up and I’ll rip your heart out and feed the lions in New York City Zoo after giving you the most painful torture session in your miserable eternity.”
“Is this a threat, sweetheart?” Loki asked lowly, so only I could hear. I lowered my head to his right side, my mouth on his ear.
“No.” I answered in the same voice level than his. “It’s a promise and believe me…”
I took the knife from his neck slowly, took the file about the mission with my free hand and began walking towards the door. Not looking at any specific person I said something for everyone to hear as I left the room:
“… I’m great at making justice mine.”
I was in my room studying the castle’s blueprints, and the human trafficking scheme they had. It looked quite simple and it was well architected: they made prostitutes of immigrant women and girls, and slaves of the men and boys. Either refugees or illegal immigrants – they’d promise them a good life, in a rich European country, and take their passports, pushing the prostitution and the heavy forced work down their throats.
“Holy shit.” I muttered while reading all the gathered information about the mission when I heard a knock on the door. “It’s open!”
I didn’t look up to see who entered my room, but for the footsteps I could tell it was Clint. I looked up to see him wearing a red plaid shirt and a pair of washed out jeans, and a ridiculously old pair of sneakers while holding a tray with a glass of juice and a plate with a really good looking sandwich.
“Hey, Firecracker.” He greeted me and put the tray on the empty space of the big ass writing desk I had in my room, with papers all scattered on it. “You’ve been in here for hours, missed target practice, and lunch. I thought you could use some food.”
“What’s up, Robin Hood?” I greeted him. He closed the door and pushed the other chair to sit by my side. “Thanks for the food. I should have already eaten because of the iron supplement, but I began to study the mission briefing and…”
“Let me guess” He began. “You completely forgot?”
I only nodded and took the sandwich for a bite before taking one of the supplements and swallowing it with the orange juice Clint brought. I began eating the entire sandwich after, it had cheese and tomato slices with pork, and a delicious sweet and spicy sauce – the leftovers of the roasted pork with sweet pepper jam Sam had cooked last night, saying it was a “Mama Wilson” recipe.
“Is there something you wanted to tell me or did you just come to bring me food?” I asked when I realized he was looking at me. “Because you’re staring at me while I eat and it’s getting kinda creepy.”
“Oh, don’t mind me.” He said and we stared at each other for a second longer. “You won’t be able to not mind me, will you?”
“Nope.” I answered.
“This is your first official mission inside the team.” He said.
“Yes, I…” I began and took a sip of the orange juice. “I won’t need to hack S.H.I.E.L.D.’s server anymore. I’ll do some good for a while so maybe God can forgive my restless, murderous spirit.”
Clint left out a spirituous laugh. “Yeah, maybe He can… anyway, I’m actually proud of you.”
“Are you?” I asked.
“Since we met on that mission in South Africa,” Clint began. “The first one I hired you for, I just knew you were just the firecracker with restless, murderous spirit we were looking for. And when Tony discovered your file, man, he made a scene to Fury just to try and bring you to the team.”
I laughed and arched my eyebrows, surprised with my new discovery. Clint just nodded.
“But now I’m jealous of forming a really cool rookie for S.H.I.E.L.D.” He said and my lips curved a little in a probably rare smile. “Look, Y/N, I know how restless, careless, and reckless you can be; I’ve seen it with my own eyes, and all I ask is for you to be more careful in the missions that are to come. What I gave you was hardcore soft porn compared to what you’re about to face.”
“Whoa, using Red Hot Chili Peppers in a stern recommendation?” I asked. “I really taught you well.”
Clint laughed. “Yes, you did… but I’m serious, I… You’re one of the few people I don’t wanna lose, and if I lose you, I’ll feel guilty for it just ‘cause you’re like a little sister to me.”
“I’ve never had a brother.” I said when I looked down and sighed. It took a moment of silence before I looked at Clint again. “And you, Merida, are one of the people I have to thank for, you know, giving me someone to rely on.”
“I’m not even redheaded for you to call me Merida.” He stated after what seemed a short and comfortable silence. I laughed.
“But you’re still skilled with a bow and arrows.” I said.
“Okay, Firecracker.” He said and got up. I also got up so I could hug him. Clint hugged me back and left my room, leaving the door open behind him.
For the first time in years, I was feeling how it was to have a family. And trust me when I say this is one of the best feelings ever.
A/N: I wanna say sorry for taking too long to post it. I’m dealing with a few things in college (senior year, y’all know), so I’ll take a little bit longer (not that long anymore, I promise) to post the chapters. :)
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Inferno - Chapter 3
Fucking Loser
Who the fuck do you think you are thinking you have a chance to be happy?
It was just a pipe dream man, chill.
What the hell did you expect?
Nothing really.
Then why did you try and fuck yourself over anyway then?
It’s better to know and heal than never to have found out.
You’re a moron.
I guess so...
Why do you put yourself through the ringer like that?
Because I fucking care okay?
Care about yourself maybe.
FUCK YOU MAN.......ALL I WANT.........ALL I WANTED was a CHANCE....to get back the feeling I always wanted...
So you put Josh at risk?
I didn’t KNOW MAN.
Why were you so selfish?
It just happened OKAY? For the last month Jose had taken her through the fucking ringer. Completely went off the fucking rails telling her that she was better off than me...it was the worst feeling of my life. Knowing that my best friend at the time was capable of having thoughts like these let alone actually expressing them to her. It completely spiraled our friendship we had and it legitimately ruined EVERYTHING. All it was between her and I was a conversation about what she should get him for his birthday only to then open up a bit more into her finding out my past because HE was absolutely USELESS at anything involving being there for your friends emotionally. I ASKED him if it was okay to even be social with her because at the time I gave her the cold shoulder because I didn’t want to step on toes with it. He gave the okay and we just clicked man? She loved rhythm games like I did and we hung out to train, to date she’s been the driving force for my success in that field even though she hasn’t been around for over a year. It’s because of HER. But that’s all it was, we were just 2 really good friends who had a lot in common.
Then why this?
BECAUSE.....I literally had a front row seat to the fucking disaster that was their relationship...I literally had her calling me...I picked her up a few times just because she couldn’t stop breaking down about a stupid ass argument. I was there for BOTH until I confronted him about it. I went to his house like I always do with him there, I sat there just crying my eyes out saying, listen man there’s nothing ever been here more than friends, I don’t want me to be the cause of your relationship failing, so if you want me out of both your lives I can do that...I just can’t take it anymore. He promised me that day that nothing would happen anymore.
And then what?
It lasted 2 days.
What happened?
Him and I were hanging out at Denny’s by round 1 like we always do, just chatting shit and hanging out, we’ve been best friends for over 3 years at this point constantly seeing each other, it’s our thing. Josh messages me and talks to me about how there’s a PMJ concert happening in Waukegan in October. I’m like I’m so down to go and start talking to Jose about it. He immediately got triggered, and ultimately at the end of the night they got into another fight.
What was the conclusion?
I picked her up one day and she was super depressed, the toxicity kept coming, he kept disappearing randomly after fights and they just weren’t stabilizing at all. I asked her what she was going to do and mostly just listened to her vent. About an hour of driving later I notice she’s dialing her phone and I ask what she’s doing. She was calling Jose. 15 minutes later she had broken up with him. I was stunned, I had to witness that in person and had to pretend to Jose I didn’t have a clue. About 30 minutes of crying from her later in the pouring rain she got out and said she had to go in, I didn’t care either and got out and just embraced her. It might have been about 15 seconds but it felt like an eternity. “You give really good hugs” she said, we both kinda laughed and that was the end of the day.
How did you fuck yourself after all this?
The weeks proceeding this were strange. Jose kept pretty distant from everyone while Josh kept venting, we hung out a few times and I offered the same to Jose but he refused. Fast forward to about 2 weeks and we’re chilling in a McDonalds parking lot on lake street (pre burn down)...we’re talking about ACen and since we’re roomates we are both equally super excited to go with the rest of the squad. For some reason she starts talking about how its customary for her to drink a lot and for the raves to be where she ends up hooking up but without being with Jose that probably changes. I just ask well I hope you don’t plan to just follow through with just anyone, I know there’s coping but this ain’t it. She followed up by saying it wouldn’t be with someone random, just a guy in the room she’s roommates with.
You Idiot.
Well hold on, it sounds bad...because it was. There were 6 of us in the room and the only one who wasn’t in a relationship was her and I. So if that was a red flag it was right there. This was a completely weird situation and I don’t know how it even got there.
Well it’s a good thing you stopped yourself right?
..........
You fucking moron.
That conversation eventually progressed to the point where she just kind of confessed that we could be a thing, and before this I never really had a thought. But this whole time...she was my best friend, we were super close and my mentality at that rate was insanely low...it was impossible.
What’d you fucking do?
We hooked up.
How did it feel?
The feeling I’d been chasing for the longest time actually was there for once, I think I’d finally found the happiness I so dearly craved, and basically cried of joy this was happening. If only I knew it’d get robbed.
Lord.
Fast forward another week and Jose at this point has ghosted the entire world...meanwhile her and I are practically almost official. He then does the one thing I’ll never forget. He goes on our group chat with my friends that she’s not in and says he’s going to disappear for a while (he did this before for months so he wasn’t lying) and then proceeds to tell Josh the same thing....
You weren’t gonna tell him though right?
I felt guilty...I didn’t want him to disappear and then when he came back in time he would just see his ex and his best friend dating...so what I did was I just kinda warned him not to be surprised...he was still my friend so I didn’t want to blindside him.
You fucked up.
I’ll never live this decision down...he blew up on everyone. Attacked her friends, attacked my friends, just complete breakdown of everything he knew.
So he just disappeared after no?
A week after it happened....she couldn’t take it anymore and approached me about wanting to get back together with him. It stung naturally, but at the end of the day she was still my best friend so I didn’t want to stop her...and I actually helped mediate both of them getting back together..
Well you did a good thing here, it didn’t cost you did it?
Everything. They ultimately got back together but then it got hostile. He blew up on me specifically even though for months I was the one trying to help him this entire time even though I knew he was being toxic, he hated me...and there was nothing I could do. Even the sound of my name put him into a rage according to Josh..but alas I gave up.
At least you still had Josh as a friend.
It was a night in the spring, to this point it was a normal day and I’d really popped off in DDR. I was so happy to share the progress with her but she said, meet me at Garfield park. It was midnight. I agreed though and met her there. I’ll never forget this night.
What’d she say?
“Tony I need you to know this isn’t easy for me to do, but today he gave me an ultimatum....he really hates you and basically just told me it was either him or you.”
“What are you talking about Josh, I don’t even care if we never date again I just want you here as a friend that’s all.”
“I know that, but he thinks it would be better if I cut you off.”
“Josh you can’t be serious, you’re going to let him do that to you.?”
“It’s not easy....but I think it can work out if I do this”
“You’re just going to throw this whole shit today. You’re my fucking best friend and in the 6 months we’ve known each other you’re going to let this son of a bitch completely kill off what we had as friends, I don’t fucking care that we fucked at the end of the day we were there for each other every step of the fucking way.”
“I have to do it”
It ended?
She just ran off into her car...and that was our friendship. Gone.
Did you ever see her again?
Eventually after Acen they broke up, and we had one last chance to really see each other. We had crossed paths at Acen and talked a bit but that was the extent of the story for now. I was in a really low point but I wasn’t going to say no to her, and I just picked her up and we just hung out in my car, outside her house.
What happened in that interaction.
We both broke down multiple times, she felt remorse for having gone through with it to the point she was punching herself she had to stop...and then I completely lost it mentally and broke down in front of her, something I’d never done to this point...I hated myself and everything I’d been put through for the last 3 months left me mentally killed. I was laying in the back seat on her lap and we just talked. This was one of our last interactions in person.
How did it go?
“I really don’t think I can do this anymore Josh, every time I think I can get happiness it gets robbed from me...I’m just not meant for anyone.”
“You’re too hard on yourself Tony.”
“What do I fucking have that’s redeemable in any way.”
“You’re a gem.”
“What?”
“Tony you’re a Gem...you did nothing wrong leading up to today, you’ve been the best friend anyone could ask for and even though Jose hates you it’s more of envy of your person than anything you did. You’re an incredibly kind person and I’m so sorry you’ve had to endure this up to this point, but trust me when I say you’ll find that happiness again”
“I’ve never been called that before Josh....I don’t know how much I can believe you but..thanks, for some reason I can feel some sort of solace from that...but Jesus Christ do I fucking miss you.”
And we both sobbed for hours.
How do you feel in present day?
I’m still chasing that dream. That someday maybe my worthless self can find someone who isn’t awful and make me miserable and ruin my life at the end. I haven’t seen Josh in over a year now, and that interaction we had is over 2 years old now...I don’t really believe I’m a gem anymore........and everyone in my life I held close has left at some point in time.
Josh Is gone now, and everything is worse now. Because I wont know what it’s like to have that one person in your life that you can trust with the world and say you can love them.
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