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cybernaght · 3 years

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The Rebel/叛逆者: A Review of Sorts

After being only semi-invested in the Rebel, I ended up getting so into it in the final weeks of its release, I’ve shelled out on IQIYI premium just to get the final couple of episodes a few days earlier.

That��s right kids, it’s a Review of Sorts. Unfortunately, I could not find a translation of the novella the drama is based on, so will be looking at it as a separate entity.

Most of this post is spoiler-free, however I have dedicated a few paragraphs at the end of it to discussing the final episode, as there are a few specific things about it I wanted to mention. There is a clear spoiler warning before that part.

If you don’t want to risk it, TL;DR version of this review goes something like this: Rebel is very decent, and positively one of the best things that I have seen to come out of China since I’ve jumped into that particular rabbit hole. It’s pretty well written, it’s very beautifully dressed and shot, and the cast is killing it. I thought it dropped the ball a little in post production, and I did not always love the pacing. Other than that, it’s incredibly decent, and well worth watching, unless communist propaganda really irks you, in which case stay very well away.

I have been having many conversations with @supernovasimplicity all the way through watching this drama, so there are likely to be some thoughts here that are influenced by those.

The story centers around Lin Nansheng, a struggling servicemen in the Guomingdang party. He has a great analytical mind, and absolutely no emotional capacity for his job. He has trouble handling violence, he is impulsive, he cannot speak to his superiors without bursting into tears, and has nothing even remotely resembling a poker face. And that is what makes this drama as enjoyable as it is.

I don’t think Lin Nansheng’s journey would have been nearly as exciting had he started it from a place of competence. He botches up everything he touches because his big brain switches off the moment his emotions kick in. And so, when you see him grow in confidence, learn to control himself, learn to fake his smiles and compliments, you can’t help but feel a strange sense of pride. It also makes Lin Nansheng very likeable as a character for reasons other than Zhu Yilong’s ability to look like a bush baby.

It did take me a while to feel fully engaged with his performance - not because there is anything lacking in it, but just because it’s hard to be truly surprised by his choices after the exposure I have given myself to his work. That said, at about a half-way point I got charmed by him anyway, and there were quite a few scenes that were truly mesmerising. There were scenes where he broke out of the familiar mould of big unguarded eyes and fluttering wet eyelashes, and tried something that was not pretty: every time to a great success. I am hoping to see more of that in his future work.

I really wanted to like the female lead, Zhu Yizhen, but unfortunately both the way she was written and the way she was performed by Tong Yao left me somewhat cold. It did not help of course that the screenplay ended up sidelining her at every turn, leaving her with very little personal agency. She was set up so interestingly, but in the end her sole purpose became being someone for Lin Nansheng to pine over. It is particularly curious from a perspective of meta storytelling: seeing how this is all centered around superiority of communism, which as a whole was, arguably, ahead of its time in the matters of binary gender equality.

The ensemble cast of the drama is stunning. Wang Yang came very close to stealing the show at several points as Chen Moqun, somehow managing to make his rather unlikeable character interesting. I can say the same thing about Zhu Zhu who absolutely shined as Lin Xinjie, showing an incredible range and imagination in her performance.

The overarching story of the show is engaging, with some incredibly suspenseful elements; every narrative arc including a nice progression through it. As spy thrillers go, it was fairly well plotted. You could if you go looking for a few things that did not pay off in a satisfying way (notably, the Chekhov’s cyanide capsule), but you overall the story really was well told for the most of it.

I did, however, feel like the pacing started to fall apart in the last quarter of the drama. Last episode in particular really did feel rushed, not just due to its pace, but also in a way it failed to pay off the final mission in any visible way. There will be more on that in the spoiler section of this post.

Important to note that The Rebel is a show made in Communist China in the year 2021. It does not ideologically side-step from the path that was laid out for it by that fact. Which is to say, it is, undeniably, filled with propaganda. Communists are the good guys, and if you think a good guy (or gal) is not a communist, they probably secretly are. With one exception of a friendly character who is not a communist, and whose fate we actually never find out. Curious, that.

The Rebel is not a kind of a show where censorship-appeasing scenes are shoehorned in. It’s a kind of a show in which the main theme is Sacrifice For the Party.

Aside from the being the moral vector of the show, Mao’s gentle teachings explicitly help get Ling Nansheng out of prolonged depression following his injury, and almost annoyingly, this sat incredibly well with the character, as he was written. Lin Nansheng is conceived as this naive idealist who wants to be on the front line, who needs validation and support of others. His - and I can’t believe I’m saying this - his being disillusioned in his beliefs and choosing to join a party which includes people whom he likes and trusts makes sense. Him finding this one thing that gives him hope and letting it propel him into gaining confidence and competence makes sense.

In many ways, the Rebel is a story of Lin Nansheng’s failure to become an antagonist within the world of the drama.

I have honestly spent this past couple of weeks pondering whether being well written makes political propaganda better or worse, whether the subtlety of it makes it more or less palatable, whether it’s enough, as a viewer, to be aware of it to shrug it off. Ultimately, this is not something I could or should make moral judgements on, but I do believe that it’s possible to acknowledge the fact that propaganda exists in the drama, and still appreciate it for a good piece of television that it is.

That said, I am very well aware that me being kind of okay with it stems entirely from my own removal from the culture this is made in, and I am, perhaps, lucky to even have a choice as to whether I want to engage with a product which is, undoubtably, here to dress political ideology in fancy clothes.

I have, on the other hand, also seen many things in Russian media of the “Annexation of Crimea is Good Actually” variety and those make me feel very unwell, so feeling somewhat at ease with blatant political propaganda in Chinese media makes me the biggest hypocrite.

But, I digress.

Before we go into some specific plot-related things, I would like to mention that the Rebel has this weird dichotomy in which the production is sublime, and the post-production… not so much. The show very well shot. Every element of it sits perfectly together, not a single prop out of place, not a single extra underdressed, not a page of script not put to good use. It’s lit to perfection. It’s scored beautifully. So much of this show is just stunning.

And then… there is post-production.

This is not even about bad CGI (and the CGI is, indeed, bad), it’s just that most of post-production as a whole feels rushed.

Starting with surprisingly imperfect editing, which at times just fails to make the scene flow together. The final line of dialogue would be spoken within a scene, and it would fade to black instantly without a single breath to indicate a full stop. A montage sequence would be created, but every shot within it condensed to a second, making it feel incredibly fast-paced when the effect should be the opposite. There would be a cut away from a speaking character and to the same speaking character from a slightly different angle, making it dynamic without any reason to do so. There are a couple of truly startling jump-cuts.

I did not speed this gif up. This is part of a romantic montage, edited like it’s a goddamn action sequence.

And of course dear old friend slowing down footage shot at 24FPS. Please don’t do this. You think no one notices - but we do.

There are other tell-tale signs of production rushing to the finish line: occasional, but very noticeable ADR glitches, very sloppy job done at sound mixing, which contribute to parts of the show feeling ever so slightly off.

It’s not unforgivable, but it does make me wish the same amount of care and efforts that went into shooting this drama would also go into it after it was all in the can.

Oh, and just because if you know me you know I have a professional fixation on fights, and I am happy to say most action scenes are toe-curlingly delightful. Hot damn those fights are good. I am absolutely in love with the shot below, for example. Placing an actor behind a piece of set so he can exchange places with the stunt double during a one shot is such an old trick, but the execution, timing and camerawork are just... flawless. This is what perfection looks like.

Now we got all that out of the way...

SPOILERS FOR THE SERIES FINALE BELOW

Here’s the thing. I wanted to love the ending and I found that I could not.

The final mission was presented as important, and honestly the scene in which Zhu Yizhen is sending the vital message out as Lin Nansheng holds his ground in hand to hand fight is incredibly dynamic. Party, this is due to the fight itself being incredibly well choreographed, yes, but it’s also where it sits within the narrative, how high the stakes are for everything surrounding it.

But then, the tension all but bleeds out. The Important Message is sent, the fight is won, and we are treated to ten minutes of a very slow car chase, problem of which is not even its speed as much as its placing within the story. As in, by this point both of those operatives have lost their cover, and completed their Very Important Mission. It would be very sad if they died, but their survival does not technically contribute to their cause. Moreover, Zhu Yizhen getting mortally injured in order to protect Lin Nansheng as part of her mission read a little empty when the mission is technically over.

While I personally found Lin Nansheng slow recuperation and his low key ending enjoyable, I think I would have preferred to have seen a more tangible pay-off to all the sacrifices made in the name of “bright communist future”, just a little more justification for every moment of death and despair we witnessed. I would have certainly at the very least preferred to see Wang Shi’an’s death on screen. Considering how many likeable characters martyred themselves on screen, denying us the death of the one antagonist just seemed cruel.

I really did love the ambiguity of the final few scenes however, if we consider the children choir at the end a fantasy. The idea that Lin Nansheng will live out his life in this hope that Zhu Yizhen is still alive, imagining her just outside of his field of vision, his only joy being in this fantasy of her… now, that is incredibly strong. I equally like the idea of rest being promised to him at the end of his journey, and said rest being painful, and slow and unwelcome.

But it felt like as they chose not to to lean into the “sweet” part of the bitter-sweet tone of the ending and we’re unable not commit to the “bitter” part either, so it lands with a splat which is somewhat lacklustre.

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This concludes my thoughts on the Rebel.

I am more or less out of Zhu Yilong’s filmography to watch, which is probably a good thing at this point. I have just emerged out of several back to back work projects - literally today - and will hopefully once more have time for things I grew to enjoy doing during the lockdown.

Those things, if you have not guessed, include watching Chinese television and writing things about Chinese television.

#the rebel #叛逆者 #Zhu Yilong #review of sorts #now with gifs #chinese drama

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mourntheantagonist · 3 years

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Have it Your Way

HWOL Day 2 Prompt: Overstimulation

Rating: E

Word Count: 4.2k

warnings for referenced underage sex with adults and homophobic language

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Billy was always seeking out just a fast and easy release. A quick fuck in an alley outside or blowjobs in the bathroom stalls with whatever guy was eyeing him at the other side of the bar. Usually just two closet cases out for the night to earn the sweet release they were desperate for before they performed the same walk of shame back to their shitty lives in their heteronormative world, hitting on girls and becoming overcompensating womanizers.

At least that was the case for Billy Hargrove. Forgoing feelings and foreplay for the feeling of a cock in his ass as he’s fucked senselessly into a brick wall next to trash filled dumpsters, but only smelling the rich scent of cheap cologne and sweat. A much preferred alternative to the delicate fragrances and cleanliness he was supposed to enjoy. The perfume that always made the dissociation and imagination wear off when he was fucking girls at parties in the host’s parents bedroom, making sure partygoers heard the moans and groans to keep up appearances. Have a reputation like Billy’s and nobody would ever question his early departures. Nobody ever knew what he did for the after party.

California was easy. Getting his hands on a guy who just wanted to fuck was as simple as walking three miles to whatever run down gaybar that would let the pretty underaged boy in through the doors with just the flash of his devilish smile. He never walked home empty handed, just the signature limp of someone who took it a little too rough that night. Men twice his age were always buying him drinks and flirting with him at the bar, he could have anyone he damn well pleased. It was easy, simple, and honestly super fucking convenient. Free booze followed by a no strings attached hook-up with his pick of the litter. No names were exchanged, rarely even words at all. Just telling movements of the eyes and sounds of heavy breathing and moaning that echoed alongside others who found their way into the men’s room. Two, or even three pairs of feet seen underneath the gap of each stall. Panting and releasing expletives as the doors rattled from bodys that were slammed against locked doors.

California was easy.

Indiana was not.

Especially not Hawkins of all places. One bar in the entire town that was most certainly not his kind of bar. No clubs no anything. Release wasn’t three miles away anymore, it was a hundred miles away. But that was Neil’s plan all along wasn’t it? Drag his no good queer son across the country to the most conservative town he could find on the map, where if there even were gay people around they were so far deep into the closet they couldn’t even see daylight.

But there had to be somebody right? There had to be someone. Else Billy might completely explode. Already beginning his reputation building by fucking the first girl who showed interest in the backseat of the Camaro in the school parking lot. With no quickie in a back alley to follow it up, he was left keyed up and desperate and his hand and a mag could only do so much before he completely lost his mind.

Especially when people like Steve fucking Harrington existed. Back in California he never let himself look at another classmate like that. They were off limits. He had the means he needed there and didn’t need to steal looks in the showers or get a little too handsy during gym. But that’s all he’s got. All he had was the glorious feeling of his dick rubbing up against Steve’s ass in tight green shorts as he boxed him out, and the stolen glances of his soft dick as water cascaded down his body and dripped from the tip. Manifesting his entire will to keep his dick down and tamed while he burned the whole sight into his long term memory. Saving it for his sock later.

Billy was correct to assume Hawkins, Indiana wasn’t like California. It was quiet and quaint, but he was wrong to assume he’d entered the land of purity. Small town folks were just as freaky as the people living it up in the city, they were just more quiet about it. Playing the long game to pick up on certain traits and actions before making a move because house parties weren’t gay bars where everyone was already on the same page. It was a game of needle in a haystack. And Billy guesses he finally put out enough clues to be found.

By Steve fucking Harrington of all people.

What Billy didn’t yet realize when he was cornered into an empty bedroom at some random junior house party was that Steve may have found his needle in a haystack, but Billy, he had struck gold.

The door was slammed closed by the force of Billy’s weight as Steve gripped the collar of his shirt and pushed him back against it. Lips slamming into his with bruise inducing force that had Billy almost sinking to the floor. Breath caught in his throat and his only reaction was to pull Steve’s body in closer by the tug of his belt loops so he could feel the dick he so perfectly memorized pressed up against his own through multiple layers of clothing. His jeans were already growing tighter and it hadn’t even been a minute.

How was he already this damn hard?

And now Steve had felt it and it was his own damn fault that he did.

“Already huh?”

Instead of trying to hide it, he just pulls his hips even closer and jerks his pelvis forward against Steve’s. Snaking a hand around to grab at Steve’s ass through his jeans, imagining he was wearing those same little green shorts he wore during P.E.

“Are we gonna do this or not?” Billy asked, in a deep and husky voice, noses nearly touching, eyes half lidded.

“Oh we’re doing this, but we’re doing this my way.”

His way? Well count Billy as intrigued.

“I’m versatile if that’s what you want to know.”

Steve huffed out a laugh and twisted a finger into Billy’s curls.

“Oh I already know you can take, I wasn’t worried about that.” Billy eyed him, wondering exactly what vibe he gave off to make that something he was so sure of. Instead of questioning it for long, he let his hand snake back around to the front of Steve’s jeans and tug down at his belt buckle, leading Steve to grip him by the wrist and pull his hand away.

“Not so fast. My way.”

“Well fuck pretty boy, get on with it then.”

He expects Steve to pull him back away from the door, secure the lock, and toss him onto the strangers bed. All mean and rough just like what he was used to. Completely have his way with him, take his ability to walk and leave him there naked on the bed as he recovered. And he would be completely happy with that. Elated even. Just another hook-up like all the others.

What he doesn’t expect is for Steve to start kissing him again. A hand cradling his jaw as he slowly moves his lips against his, a striking change from his little introduction. This one was soft and gentle and completely unlike any kiss he’s ever had before. The closest comparisons that came to mind were the ones with girls and those were different in the fact that this one in particular was actually enjoyable. And he allowed himself to enjoy it. Allowed himself to take part in something he never had the chance to receive. A solid lead up, the full exposition and rising action instead of skipping straight to the climax. It was weird and foreign but not totally unpleasant.

He could honestly do this for hours if he wasn’t so painfully hard and so desperately impatient. Each effort made to pull away or snake a hand down Steve’s pants or even just touch himself was met with a quick slap on the wrist, until Steve finally got tired of that and pinned Billy’s hands above his head, thumbs digging into his wrists. Immobilizing him. Continuing working away at him with only the use of his lips. Tongue moving like it was on some kind of exploration. Mapping the geography that was Billy’s mouth.

Finally, after what seems like a goddamn eternity, Steve’s lips separate from his. Now they can get to the good stuff. The real reason they were here.

Except he goes back in, this time passing up his lips to instead begin sucking on his neck. Billy’s starting to get sick of these surprises.

Hickies. Something else he’s never received. Never had someone’s lips find their way to the most sensitive part of the area and suck harshly enough to leave a bruise. He couldn’t let that happen anyway. Couldn’t leave any physical evidence behind that Neil could grasp onto. But this situation was different. Neil might even see the hickey and be proud because Hawkins Indiana didn’t have any faggots like him. Must have been a girl right? But it wasn’t like anyone had really even tried to do that back in California. The guys he hooked up with didn’t do any of this. It was different but not necessarily a bad kind of different. Nobody had ever so much as kissed his neck, most certainly never taken skin between teeth and bit down. Not like Steve just fucking did.

Billy physically convulses and stifles a moan with the bite of his own lower lip. Feels as the sensation travels from where Steve’s teeth came in contact all the way down his spine making him almost whimper before Steve finally competes dragging his teeth and has let go.

“You like that huh?” Steve whispers into the crook of his neck. Breath hot against the dampness that coated his neck from the combination of Steve’s saliva and his own sweat. He’s almost positive that he’s leaking precome into his jeans right now because no interaction he’s ever had has lasted this long. He’s never kept his pants up for such a length of time and it’s starting to become too much. Not sure how much of that is Steve’s credit, and how much is the credit of months of jerking off in the shower and forcing his way through another just-for-show encounter with the latest girl who hit on him. It was all building up inside of him, waiting for this moment and Steve really had the audacity to withhold that from him.

“God would you just fucking screw me already?”

Steve just moves back into Billy lips. Chins touching but not kissing him. Speaking the words into his open mouth.

“If you’re not enjoying yourself I can leave.”

No. Anything but that.

“Fine. We’ll do things your fucking way.”

“I’m glad we’re finally on the same page.”

Billy still didn’t fully understand what “his way” entailed, but he figured out soon enough that it had something to do with going slow. Agonizingly slow to the point his dick was absolutely throbbing and he found himself fighting against Steve’s continued hold on his wrists because he just needed to touch. Failing against Steve’s strength and moving on to plan B which entailed extending his hips forward against his thighs, rubbing up and down against the muscle under the denim.

“You’re really fucking impatient, you know that?” Steve says in response and it just occurs to Billy that none of this is affecting Steve the way it is him. He can feel he’s hard in his jeans as well yet he’s not on the brink of collapse like Billy.

But finally Steve does something that at the very least scratches an itch. Releases his hold on one of his wrists and with his own hand palms Billy’s crotch through his jeans. He doesn’t rub or gently squeeze, just lets the palm rest there and ever so slightly push against it and Billy is left to do the remainder of the work. Moving his crotch against Steve’s hand with a heavy release of a sigh. It only does what he needs for just a few short seconds before it starts to get uncomfortable again. He needs Steve to move his hand, do something other than just let it sit there completely still. And now there’s no holding back the whimpering and he’s about ready to resort to desperate pleas.

Steve’s hand leaves where it was cupping his excruciating hard dick and Billy’s learned by this point not to get his hopes up for anything. The hand moves upward and presses against where he stopped buttoning his shirt leaving his chest halfway exposed, finally some fucking skin to skin contact. Billy takes the opportunity with his free hand to finally grab at himself, and he’s more than thankful when Steve doesn’t pin it back up against the door. Instead Steve uses his own free hand to travel up the length of his chest until it finds the spot he was searching for. The spot that would send Billy absolutely reeling. Gently, the tip of one of his fingers brushes over an erect nipple and just the brush of contact makes Billy shiver. Responding to the reaction Billy produces by taking the nub in between his two fingers and pinching them together. Suddenly receptors are firing off like fireworks and his dick is twitching and he’s this close to coming in his pants from the combination of Steve’s excruciating idea of foreplay and the friction against his own hand.

“Shit Harrington I’m fucking close.” He breathes out. Chest heaving as Steve only tightens his grip. Smiles at him, no, smirks at him with raised eyebrows and he ever so slowly lowers himself with the bend of his knees. Then doing the fucking unthinkable. With his right hand he continues rubbing and pinching Billy’s left nipple, while Steve takes the right into his fucking mouth. Dragging and flicking his tongue against the tip before catching it in between his teeth, suddenly an area far more sensitive than his neck. He’s nearly done for. It was a lot.

He thought his problem was that he hadn’t been getting enough.

The problem was he was getting too much.

“Fuck, Steve!”

Billy was never a talker during sex, but right now it was getting harder and harder to keep his mouth shut.

“I’m gonna— fuck, shit Harrington!”

A tight squeeze to his left nipple paired with a wet suction to his right and the frantic humping of his own hand has him finally reaching his limit. Spilling his load into his own underwear coupled with the humiliating noise that escapes his body like a ghost.

That was typically where the night ended. He was rarely ever the first to come and even when he did, the other guy followed shortly after. But Steve wasn’t even close. Erection still very prevalent in the outline of his jeans. Billy had no idea what tricks Steve had beneath his sleeve.

Despite Billy literally creaming his pants, Steve doesn’t stop playing with his nipples, only finally releasing his hold on Billy’s other wrist that had been pinned above his head for practically the entire duration. Steve is so into what he’s currently doing like he derives pleasure from making others feel good. Which is extraordinarily hot, and Billy quickly starts to feel the same cock that was fucking throbbing just moments ago begin to chub up again.

So this was his fucking plan.

He seems very pleased with himself when he’s had enough with the nipple play and rises back up to his regular height to kiss Billy again. Deeply this time, inhaling his smell and taste and relishing in it.

“Now let’s have some real fun.” He says once their lips come to part from each other. By now Billy just accepts that Steve is the one in charge and follows his lead without pushback. Letting Steve guide his hands to his belt, finally giving him the permission to do what he’s been fucking aching to do since he stepped, or more accurately was dragged, through the bedroom door. Chaotically undoing his belt and yanking down Steve’s jeans and boxers simultaneously while Steve pulled his own tee over his head. His dick bobbing free, catching a glimpse of it hard for the first time. So much bigger than he’d remembered. And it’s hard for him.

He starts working at his own belt while Steve undoes the two fastened buttons of his shirt, despite being able to just as easily pull it over his head. Billy drops his pants to the floor, his dick is coated in his own come from his previous orgasm and he’s already more than half hard, earning a grin out of Steve when he looks down to see it.

“Bed.” Steve says, gesturing toward the California King. How fucking fitting.

Billy takes his naked body and lies out onto the bed, letting himself get comfortable. Head resting on a surprisingly soft pillow. Steve checks the lock on the door and reaches down into his jeans to pull out a small bottle.

“You just carry lube around with you to parties?” Steve laughs as he makes his way over to the bed. Crawling on top to where he’s situated in between Billy’s spread out legs.

“Never know when you might need it.”

“Yeah. Well I usually take my dicking rough.”

Steve wrapped a hand around each of Billy’s shins and moved his feet up the bed so that his knees were bent and his hole was exposed.

“Well rough isn’t really my style.”

“Yeah, I fucking noticed.”

Billy propped himself up on his shoulders as he watched Steve. Waiting for the click sound of the lube bottle opening, not expecting to see Steve’s face midway through a movement angling down. Hands bracing themselves against his bare hips, fingernails gripping and digging into the skin leaving crescent shaped indentations as Steve’s lips begin to suck on his inner thigh. His hair falling forward and brushing over his dick that was already getting harder by the second without Steve’s head between his legs.

How the fuck did Billy not know about all these sensitive areas of his? Secondly, how the fuck did Steve know about them?

His legs are fucking wobbling and he can’t contain the movement at all. He’s already gripping the sheets and Steve hasn’t even put a finger inside of him.

Something about the whole thing felt odd, and he was struggling to put his finger on it until he let his head fall back against the soft pillow.

This was the first time he’s ever taken a man to bed. He’s fucked and been fucked by countless nameless and sometimes faceless men, yet he’s never done it in the comfort of a private area, let alone a comfortable bed. The ideal place for such an activity.

However, Billy doesn’t get to think too long and hard about that before cold hands quickly spread his cheeks and the tongue that was just leaving bruises on his thighs is suddenly licking over his hole.

He tenses due to surprise and has to actually bite the pillow to stop himself from loudly moaning when the underside of Steve’s tongue trails back down. His tongue soon darting inwards and swirling around inside of him making him gasp.

Billy thought experience was something he had, easily.

Turns out there were a lot of things that he hadn’t felt before.

And Steve Harrington decided to just check off the whole goddamn list in one go.

He was completely hard by now and beginning to leak pre once again. The head of cock red, and throbbing in his ears.

Steve’s tongue feels good. Really fucking good but he is absolutely desperate to have his back fucking broken by the dick that’s been permanently ingrained in his head for weeks now. He’s fit to scream at any moment.

The glorious sound of a cap clicking open is what pulls him off of the edge of absolute insanity. Two fingers adorning a cool gel find his hole and slowly one of the fingers slips in with a comfortable ease.

As previously mentioned, this wasn’t Billy’s first time around the block. And apparently not Steve’s either, which Billy expected to have some follow up questions once everything was all said and done.

Steve’s single finger was quickly followed by the institution of a second. His index and middle surging knuckles deep inside of him and beginning to scissor open and closed, spreading the walls apart and opening him up for more. Opening him up for Steve.

Soon the second finger turns into a third. And while everything is progressing along much quicker than it was while he was pressed up against that door, it’s still way too slow for Billy. He’s refraining from wrapping his hand around his own dick just out of sheer curiosity to see what Steve wants to do. Fights the extremely tempting urge, instead propping himself back up on his shoulders so that his hands were occupied elsewhere.

Billy’s not sure whether he regrets the decision to look at Steve or not. Because as Steve spreads his fingers within him, he looks fucking ethereal. Hair strands falling perfectly into his face, mouth hanging open with his tongue slightly hanging out past his lips. A look of sheer focus. Beads of sweat constellating his forehead alongside the constellation of moles that decorate his entire body. He’s going to lose it again if Steve doesn’t fucking get on with it already.

It’s actually beginning to hurt with how much desire he has coursing through his veins and pooling into the head of his cock.

Too much. It’s too much.

Steve can see the look on his face, the aggressive scrunching of his face as he waits for Steve to finally destroy him with what he’s aching for. What has been haunting his every dream and moment alone in the shower.

The rising action was nearing its end, it was time for the climax of this story to begin.

Steve removed his fingers from Billy and ripped open a new condom with his teeth. Rolling it onto his own dick that is finally looking to be at the same point Billy’s is. Absolutely rock hard.

He presses the tip of his dick firmly against Billy’s hole and it’s as if time stops just before Steve makes his slow and steady entrance, and Billy’s breath hitches.

Steve’s own eyes fall shut as he begins pumping in and out slowly trying to find his rhythm, while one hand situates itself onto Billy’s thigh, while the other that’s already coated in lube wraps around Billy’s shaft and begins pumping his hand at an identical rhythm. Pacing perfectly matched with Billy’s own breathing. Chest heaving up and down with every pump of Steve’s hand around his dick and every slam into his prostate.

“I’m close Steve. Fuck! I’m close.” Billy grunts out. Steve just picks up the pace. The first time he’s done that all damn night. Rhythm becoming erratic with Steve’s own breathing following suit. Panting heavy exhales that hit Billy’s stomach with their heat making him shiver and shake.

The muffled music and chatter that’s occurring on the other side of the wall behind him completely goes silent in his head and all he can hear is Steve. His breathing and groaning as he gets closer and closer to his own climax and Billy begins to view it as a competition on who can last the longest.

But it’s already clear who would win that battle, isn’t it?

Surely enough, Billy lasts about another measly forty-five seconds before he’s coming into Steve’s hands and dripping out over his stomach.

But like most of his hookups before, it isn't long before Steve is bottoming out and filling up the condom within Billy. Letting out his own hefty moan upon release. Letting his head toss backwards and his hair flip back out of his face and he could honestly get hard again if he wasn’t literally trying with all of his might to do anything else.

Steve eventually toppled over and fell onto the bed, lying on his back right beside Billy as they both looked up at the same ceiling fan and came down together.

“That was fucking something.” Billy said, finally catching onto his breath and reentering reality.

“Yeah, that was fun. I’m looking forward to next time.”

“Next time?” Billy turned his head so that he was looking at Steve.

“Yeah. You owe me an orgasm.”

Billy looked at him incredulously.

“You didn’t cum?”

“No, I did. But I didn’t cum twice.”

Billy playfully pushed his shoulder with three fingers. “That’s your own damn fault, you know that.”

“Are you turning the offer down?”

Billy smiles, takes advantage of the fact that he can kiss Steve and he does, rolling over on top of him and planting a short and wet one right onto his lips.

“No.”

Billy watches Steve walk out of that room approximately ten minutes later, leaving him naked and alone on the bed just like he expected, except this time, there’s hope for more.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #mandi writes tresh #fanfic #harringroveweekoflove #harringrove week of love #weekofloveifao

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bullshittierlists · 3 years

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MAJOR SPOILERS FOR DANGANRONPA V3 (and probably the other games, too, just to be safe)

So, just as a heads up, I made this list a few months ago, I think in the middle of chapter 4. I was going to update it, but I realized that any feelings I had were just made stronger and the list was still relatively accurate. Here are my thoughts:

I see no god up here other than me

Kirumi Tojo - As you may know about me, I can typically tell who my favorite characters are going to be before I indulge myself in a series. This has especially rung true throughout Danganronpa, I was able to correctly guess Taka and Gundham as my respective favorites before actually seeing them in action. Let me tell you that Kirumi surprised me. I originally guessed K1-B0 as my favorite and while he’s still up there, he is nowhere near Kirumi. I realized she was my favorite the moment chapter 2 ended. Not only were her execution and plan wonderful and brilliantly done, her last-ditch plea to convince everyone to let her live sold her for me. Not only did this plea make sense, it almost worked and I kinda wish it would’ve. Her motive was almost completely selfless and she worked damn hard to escape. Her execution was the only time I cried during this game because I wanted so badly for her to escape, but I knew that all of her efforts were futile. I know her biggest criticism is that her plan from hiding Ryoma’s body was completely unnecessary, but I like to believe she was just nervous and overthought the whole thing. I mean, this had to go perfectly in order for her to save her country, of course she’s going to add a few too many steps.

Miu Iruma - Okay, I know this is going to sound fake, but I actually really love the dichotomy of her character. The way that she acts so self-righteous but is actually quite self-conscious really stood out to me. Of course she’s funny and hot, too, but I feel it’s important to really appreciate the way her character was written. It amazes me that she was written to be the least likable character in the entire series and still ended up being one of my favorites.

You’re the best

K1-B0 - Yes, I type out his name every time. As I already mentioned, he was my original guess for favorite character, but it obviously didn’t work out that way. He stayed in his position of first for a while, but I always knew it wasn’t meant to last, I just didn’t know which character would take his place. Even besides my doubts, I still love K1-B0, I just wish more could’ve been done with him in the earlier chapters. There are several opportunities for him to be a really funny character and have good interactions with Kokichi and Miu, but he just comes off as annoying. I feel like he only really started to be utilized after Miu died with Monotaro and I really enjoyed their dynamic, I just wish we could’ve had some of this side of K1-B0 before this point.

Kokichi Oma - This spot probably isn’t as subjective as I’d like it to be. Every time Kokichi was on screen, I would get visibly annoyed, but I knew I was in for a treat figuring out his deeper intents behind what he’s saying. The only reason I really like Kokichi at all is because he’s fun to analyze. It gets boring to analyze Nagito because his motivation is pretty much just a mix of “hope” and “he’s crazy.” Kokichi’s character trait of lying makes it so fun to individually analyze each of his lines to figure out whether he’s telling the truth and why or why not. Other than that, I guess he has some funny dialogue with Miu sometimes.

Gonta Gokuhara - I really don’t know. I know this is way too early to be unsure about characters, but I just know I couldn’t put him any lower, but I also couldn’t put him any higher. He’s just such a sweetheart, but that’s about where the substance ends. I adored every time he was on my screen, but everything that would’ve been fun to analyze about him just leads back to Kokichi. I still really enjoy his presence, though. I’d like a big Gonta hug.

Kaede Akamatsu - I’ll just say it, I think she would’ve made for a better protagonist. I’ll talk about this later, but Shuichi’s character development doesn’t really feel like it goes anywhere and the twist doesn’t feel worth it because of that. I think the twist should still have been incorporated, but with the roles reversed. Either way, we got what we got, and what we got was tears from Clair de Lune. But seriously, she really is a great pianist. I’ve been trying to learn the piece for ages and it’s still too complicated for me. I mean, it’s in 9/8 for God’s sake. Good for her, regardless.

Tenko Chabashira - Tenko’s a weird case. I didn’t actually care for her that much until quite literally a few lines before she died. Fun fact: I spoiled this entire series for myself before I ended up playing it and I’m still mad at myself. This meant that I was just waiting for all of the deaths to happen, especially Tenko’s. I was fully aware that every line could be her last during the seance, but I wasn’t aware that she would pull on my heart strings before she went. When she tells Himiko that she’ll do the seance in her place so she can talk to Angie, I literally almost started crying. Before this, Tenko was just kind of annoying, but not too bad, but this moment really solidified her spot for me. She really just wanted to help Himiko and I wish she had chosen a better target for her affections.

Hey, I think you’re pretty cool, I like you a lot

Shuichi Saihara - Time to elaborate on what I said for Kaede. I actually really enjoyed Shuichi’s character development throughout the first three chapters. Before coming to Hope’s Peak, he was afraid to hurt people with his detective skills. Kaede notices this and helps him through it, passing the reins to Kaito once she passes. Shuichi convicts Kaede and later Kirumi, much to everyone’s detriment, but they’re all okay with it (Nobody was really super sad about Korekiyo to begin with, lol). Then, starting in chapter 4, everyone just kinda flips on him. Shuichi + the rest of the gang - Kokichi all believe that Gonta is innocent and Shuichi tries to prove this. Instead of supporting him, everyone (especially Kaito) tries to... stop him??? from proving it??? They’re all just in agreement that it wasn’t Gonta, but don’t want to proceed with the investigation to figure out who it was instead. It’s really frustrating and made my overall experience much less enjoyable. This is bumped up a few notches in chapter 5 with Maki. I understand that she was part of the whole case, but that doesn’t make it any less annoying that she won’t let me prove Kaito was the victim. It just feels like the character development was all for nothing and every student feels like a human obstacle (except K1-B0, of course). Still relatable and emo, though.

Rantaro Amami - I would make the joke everyone expects, but I’m on my laptop and I don’t know how to get to the emoji keyboard.

Ryoma Hoshi - I genuinely don’t have anything to say about Ryoma. He’s my halfway point because I don’t have anything particularly for him and I don’t have anything particularly against him, either. Go off, funky little cat man.

Kaito Momota - He got on my nerves in chapter 4, but he was a genuinely sweet character that I really enjoyed talking to. Any time he would talk about the stars, I would swoon because he’s just such a natural romantic. Not really my type, though. Very average.

Monophanie - Legally you can’t ask me why the monokubs are where they are. She’s voiced by Natalie Hoover (Sonia) and I guess that’s my only reasoning.

Monotaro - I really just liked his interactions with K1-B0 in chapter 4. Other than that, I greatly disliked his and Monophanie’s presence in Gonta’s execution. 0/10 worst use for monokubs.

Monodam - A nice, non-distracting addition to Korekiyo’s execution. But he had so much potential and just threw it all away. Apparently I’m a basketball dad from a high school movie now.

I remember you

Angie Yonaga - Many times, I’ve found myself asking who I ship from the series and this love triangle comes to mind. Of Angie, Himiko, and Tenko... I only really like Tenko. I don’t hate Angie’s cult stuff as much as everyone else seems to, but she didn’t have nearly enough of a presence for me to latch onto outside of the cult stuff, which was funny, I will admit.

Maki Harukawa - I was so excited the whole game for her to get cool. I knew she was going to get cool, I just didn’t know when or how. But then, it was chapter 5 already and she hadn’t gotten cool in my eyes yet. I was really meh on her by that chapter anyway, but her being annoying really knocked her down a few pegs. She got a couple extra points for surprising me during the case, but not enough to bump her up any spots.

Himiko Yumeno - I was rooting for her to be crushed under the rock at the end. She was fine before chapter 3, but then they tried to develop her with the Akane treatment and it didn’t work for me at all. She just got on my nerves during the third trial and continued to contribute nothing throughout the rest of the game. During chapter 5 and 6, it’s like the writers just completely forgot that she was there. This would’ve been fine if they weren’t the last couple of chapters and she was one of about 6 people left alive. She had a role to play and didn’t play it in the slightest. The most she was utilized after chapter 3 was as Miu’s replacement post-chapter 5. Someone needed to fill the dirty jokes quota and I guess Himiko was chosen. #GiveTenkoABetterLoveInterest2021

Monosuke - The only thing I remember him doing throughout the entire game was distract me from Kirumi’s exectuion. Not a fan.

You are the worst. Literal scum. Leave this planet and never return

Korekiyo Shinguji - Okay, listen. He’s not that bad. His design is actually one of the best, in my opinion and I love his dedication to his craft. However, he just creeps me out whenever he’s on screen and I’d prefer not to be around him. It’s not even the sister thing, I honestly think that’s funny and a nice change of pace, but his overall demeanor is creepy. Not to mention he’s played by Todd Haberkorn and he’s been in one too many roles recently. Hopefully I’ll get over it, but as for now, that loses him points.

Tsumugi Shirogane - I know, not exactly an unpopular opinion. She’s just annoying and downright pisses me off a lot of the time with her “plain” shtick. I already knew she was going to be the mastermind, so most of the game was just me waiting for her to reveal it. I swear, I almost couldn’t take it every time she said something like, “What if there isn’t a mastermind?” “What?? There’s a mastermind????” Just stfu Tsumugi. You all are lucky I don’t have the energy to talk about 3-6 right now.

Monokid - Hate the tongue sprite, that’s literally the only reason he’s down here. He’s also kind of annoying, but made the best addition to an execution out of all of the monokubs. His death was one of the few things that surprised me in this game and it was a welcome twist. I was sick of him by this point, but was still incredibly shocked when he was pushed into the execution. Then, his severed head rolls out to all of the students looking on in shock at Kaede’s death. Masterful. Still hate the tongue sprite.

There we go. Definitely my least favorite cast out of the whole series, but it’s still fun to love on and hate on a lot of the characters, as per usual. There are just a few too many in the middle tier (metaphorically speaking) that are either uninteresting or just don’t get their time to shine. Maybe they’ll eventually grow on me more, but I doubt it.

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pinkpetalwaterimagine · 3 years

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Just a Christmas away

A/N : so here is a little something, hope you enjoy guys 🎅🏼🎄🎅🏽🎁🎅🏿Bonne lecture 🌈❤️🎄

Summary : You should celebrate christmas but because of the worldwide situation and snow you are stuck. Thankfully your boss is Charlie Gillespie

Word count : 2.7k

Charlie was becoming big in the movie industry. He now needed an assistant to keep track of everything he needed to do or go. You were so surprised of what was Charlie like. To begin, he recruited you when you just finished school and got your diploma, he didn’t asked for any experience. He knew that you would do everything in your power to run things smoothly for him, he could see your determination in your eyes. And second, you were surprised at how nice he was. Going in this path for your career you expected to work for bratty people and teenagers. You were so surprised to see that Charlie was not a part of this type of people. From the get go he treated you like a friend instead of someone working for him. Sure you had to work and everything but because you did everything on time and basically perfectly everything was fine between the two of you.

A little too perfect for your liking or at least for your professional conscience. Whenever he was shooting you a smile or when he was going for a hug to thanks you or a sweet kiss on the cheek, everything he did put butterflies in your stomach as cheesy as it sounds. And boy you were afraid of insects, figuratively speaking. You were at the beginning of your career and you couldn’t already feel attached to your first client, or any client for that matter ! It was a code of ethics issue.

Anyway, here you were, a week from Christmas and you still didn’t know how to go back in your native country. Of course, every fly was cancelled because of the pandemic AND the snow. Nothing could go more wrong. You were working on the kitchen counter of Charlie’s flat, waiting for him to get dressed and go to an interview on the other side of town.

Once you finished arranging Charlie’s schedule for the next month you get back to your number one task : finding a flight. It was impossible and the more you scrolled through the numerous web pages the more you grew frustrated. It has been almost a year since you’ve seen your family and you just wanted to spend nice vacations with them.

Charlie finally exited the bathroom in fresh clothes and you could smell his cologne from meters but he looked good, really good. Focus, you thought, that is not the moment to think about your hot hot client. But damn those jeans.

« Are you alright Y/N ? » he asked concern in his voice.

« Yes, well - you pause - it’s just that I want to go back to France for the vacations and see my family and everything but it is impossible because of … well you know the all pandemic thing. » you said quickly. You didn’t like to talk about yourself you always felt that if they were a barrier between the two of you the feelings you were feeling would just vanish and everything would be alright. Most of the time you would have a great banter with him but you tried to not talk about personal things.

« Oh Y/N ! I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that you couldn’t go back or that you planned to ? » he stammered.

« Well, spending Christmas alone is not great but it is just a continuance of this year I guess. » you sighed, « anyway, we need to go, we don’t want you to be late » you smiled, reassuring him that it was not that big of a deal.

You were coming back from the interview and you were infant of Charlie’s flat, waiting for him to get back inside of his home to go back to yours and wallow in self-pity eating ice cream infant of a ridiculous Christmas comedy, but yet still enjoyable.

He stood in the seat of the car, as if he was debating with himself about a matter you didn’t knew.

« What’s in your head, pretty boy ? » you asked and before you could even stop, the nickname rolled out of your tongue and dark shade of red tinted your cheeks. He looked at you also surprised by the nickname but let it go.

« Would you want to come upstairs and just have a drink ? » he asked shyness overtaking him. « I know that it’s hard to be away from family and everything but at least you have your friends with you. »

You nodded and the both of you went to his apartment. He uncorked a bottle of wine and you looked at him raising an eyebrow. Charlie was definitely not a wine guy, he was more of a beer guy or something a little bit let’s say modest. « Wine, huh? » you asked with a small smirk.

« Well because you know, you’re French you’re supposed to like wine and cheese and baguette. » he said filling all the boxes on the stereotypical French list. No he just didn’t said the beret. You laughed at what he said. « you know we don’t all like wine and cheese and certainly not the crap « french » things they made you buy in here. But I appreciate the effort. » you smiled and he smiled back at you.

The conversation was flowing between the two of you like two old friends. You always had a good relationship with him. He could always count on you and vice versa. As the night went, the two of you moved to the couch, still with the bottle of wine infant of you. You were not drunk but you were feeling relaxed and happy due to the alcohol and Charlie was in the same state as you were. The two of you had red cheeks and were giggling at every little thing happening on the screen. Charlie had asked if you wanted to stay and watch a Christmas movie and of course you agreed.

As the credit of the third movie was rolling on the screen, you decided to close your eyes just for a minute to be back in the game for the next movie. Charlie was near you and you let your head rest on his tight. It was so comfy and he was playing with your hair delicately. That feeling of just feeling appreciated and having a small moment of intimacy had your heart pounding and swelling with a feeling that you didn’t wanted to knew. But somehow you just enjoyed the moment, for once in your life you would do something completely irrational. And you felt your eyes closing and suddenly you were asleep.

Charlie was surprised to see you like that, so relaxed with him. You always tried to keep your relationship professional or at least friendly even if he always tried to get you to understand that he wanted more. He wanted you to fall asleep on him, not only on his couch but in his bed too, he wanted to be able to hold you in his arms for as long as he wanted, to randomly kiss you just because you did that thing that he loved when you were watching something scary and your nose would just crinkle. He sighed and laid down next to you on the couch, falling in the arms of Morpheus.

You were starting to wake up when you felt the presence of a body behind you. You opened your eyes, your head hurting a bit, and turn around to see the mop of Charlie’s hair. Oh no, oh no no no you thought. That can’t be happening, it was already hard not falling for him on a regular basis but sleeping (actually sleeping) with him was not a good idea. You were frozen, you didn’t knew what to do. Let him sleep, slip away and go back to your apartment before he wakes up and never talk about this again. As you were debating your options, you heard the front door open and before you could get up Owen was standing in the living room.

« Oh, well, hello guys ! » he said wiggling his eyebrows. « didn’t know that you would be there for me Y/N. » he mocked.

You tried to get as far as possible from Charlie and you ended up having your foot stuck in the blanket and rolling down the couch hitting your head on the carpet of the living room. This situation was such a mess. Nothing could go more wrong.

You were putting on your shoes quickly and recollecting all of your stuff. In no time you were yelling goodbye and literally running down the hall to get away.

Charlie was still half asleep and not realizing what happened. He closed his eyes when he heard the door slam and Owen sat on the couch next to him. « Want to talk about it ? » he asked. Charlie just answered by a short « no ». He didn’t think that there was something to talk about. The two of you were just asleep on a couch in front of a Christmas movie. You didn’t do anything wrong and even if you kissed or whatever it was not wrong, it was just acting on his feelings and letting you know that in fact he was ready for something more with you.

You had not spoken to Charlie since « the incident ». You thought it was ridiculous to called it that way because nothing happened, but deep down you knew that friends don’t do that, they don’t wake up holding each other and contemplating the other when they sleep. You shook away those thoughts and tried to get on with your work. Christmas was in two days and you will spend it all alone, which sucks but whatever. You only contacted Charlie about work stuff. And you knew that you sounded cold but you thought the best idea was to put as much distance as needed between the two of you.

Your phone rang and you almost jumped out of your chair, the silence being broken by the special song you put when Charlie was calling. You took a deep breath and answered, he was still your boss after all.

« Hello… » you said unsure.

« Y/N ! How are you ? » it was weird, the two of you chitchatting as if nothing happened.

« Good, did you call for any particular reason ? » your voice trailing off at the end.

« Uhm, well. I know that you can’t spend Christmas with your family and with the cast we decided to throw a little Christmas party for the ones that can’t go home or anything, so we wanted to know if you would come join us ? I swear it’s going to be fun, almost everyone you know from set would be there and yeah …. »

You were touched by his care for you and for a minute you said nothing, thinking about all your possibilities. « okay, that sounds nice, I really hope it’s not bothering anyone though ? » you inquired. « C’mon Y/N you are always welcome in this household » you heard Owen said.

Christmas night. Charlie’s house. You were stressed. You had all the gifts for everyone it wasn’t much but you figured that they would like it. You were out of your work clothes that consisted in a pencil skirt and a blouse and you were wearing a cute red dress that said Christmas.

You entered the home that was already fill with people and laughter. You said hello to everyone, a big smile on your lips. Yes, you weren’t with your family but being with your friends was a good compromise. You tried to catch up with everyone, what they were up to, their next project and everything.

« Wow » Charlie couldn’t contain his awe. Owen that was standing next to him just laughed at the reaction of his friend and decided to go say hello to you knowing Charlie would follow.

Owen took you in his arms, happy to see you. Behind him Charlie was waiting for his turn to talk to you. Owen finally let you in Charlie’s company. It was a bit awkward, after running away from this same flat and just being back here like nothing happened. He went in for a hug while you went for « la bise » and you cursed at your French ways. Your lips landed near the corner of his lips while his body was pressed against yours. The both you blushed and went in opposite directions to calm yourselves down.

Everyone was laughing and dancing around the living room. « I know what we should do ! Karaoke baby! » Jeremy exclaimed and everyone, of course, was on board.

The boys tried to recreate their famous lift, almost smashing the tv at the same time but it was all fun and games. Madison sang the first verse of « all I want for Christmas is you » and everyone joined in after. It was so beautiful. Suddenly the mood changed when a slow song began and everyone coupled up for a slow. Madison and Jadah were dancing together, same for Jeremy and Carolynn, Owen and Savannah too, leaving Charlie and you. He extended his hand towards you and you took it not wanting to seem like the Debbie downer of the party. The two of you were rocking back and forth to the rhythm of music. Your head was resting on his shoulders and his hands were delicately resting on your hips. You were almost sad when the song ended.

« Guys !!! We have our winner » Madi screamed. Everyone stopped what they were doing, asking themselves what she was talking about. « they are under the mistletoe ! And It is a tradition to kiss under the mistletoe ! »

You were looking around the living room to see who was under the mistletoe when you realized that she was talking about you and Charlie.

« Aha guys, we’re not doing that. » you laughed without looking at Charlie.

Hearing you said that hurt him. He wasn’t sure about your feelings for him already and saying that just proved that you were not interested.

« C’mon, it’s just a small kiss » Owen added. Everyone was cheering the two of you and you couldn’t handle the pressure anymore. You ran towards the door as quickly as your heels let you. Charlie had a deja vu impression from when you ran away after the night you spent here and this time he was neither tipsy or asleep and he won’t let you go without saying anything.

He ran outside and as you were trying to locate your car he stopped you, gently grabbing your arm. « you have to stop doing this Y/N » he said pouting. « what was that inside, if you didn’t wanted to kiss me you could just say so, I would never force you to do anything you don’t want to. »

« The problem is not that I don’t want to kiss you » Charlie’s eyebrows raised so high at that statement « it’s just that we can’t, I’m your assistant and we can’t mix business and pleasure, you Know that, but don’t believe I don’t want to kiss you. I have been asking this myself a lot but I don’t know, what if it changes everything between the two of us. » you were rambling.

« You want to kiss me ? » he asked you like it’s the only thing he heard from your rambling.

« Well, yes but no I just explained that we can’t » you were suddenly cut by a pair of soft lips crashing against your own. You could feel Charlie’s hands shaking. You took his hands in your own and kissed him back.

« You were always more than an assistant for me Y/N. » he softly said. You smiled and engulfed him in a hug. Taking in all of him, not being afraid of what it could do to your career or anything. Just being here with him. You closed your eyes listening to his breathing in your ear. You opened your eyes and saw that it began snowing. Charlie’s hair were full of snowflakes and the tip of his nose was red and he looked so cute.

« It is a bit cold ? » he laughed. You mumbled a yes and the two of you ran inside the hall of the complex. Once you were in a heated building again, Charlie grabbed your hips and pulled you in for an another kiss. « I can’t seem to get enough of that » he murmured.

#jatp #jatp imagine #jatp fanfic #jatp cast #charlie imagine #charlie gillespie #charlie gillespie x reader #charlie gillespie imagine #charlie x reader #christmas imagine #charlie gillespie fanfic #charlie gillespie imagines

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richonnejustdesserts · 7 years

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Teacher’s Pet : A Richonne Round Robin Fanfic

A small town sheriff and preschool teacher find love thanks to the cutest little matchmaker around. [RATED: T]

Chapter 3 (written by @reciprocityfic)

Michonne walked into the teacher’s lounge Monday afternoon with a sigh, immediately making her way over to the small table in the corner of the room that she always shared with her two fellow teachers and closest friends, Sasha Williams and Paul Rovia. Michonne was thankful everyday that she was lucky enough to share her lunch period with them. With all the adjusting and settling in she’d had to do after her big move, she hadn’t had time to even think about revamping her social life in this small town. But as it ended up, she hadn’t had to worry about that at all. Sasha and Paul had been nothing but warm and welcoming to Michonne in her first days at school, and she was drawn to them immediately. The overwhelming kindness and caring they gave her made this drastic change in her life so much easier and more enjoyable, and convinced her more and more everyday that she’d made the right choice in moving to King County.

Sasha laughed as Michonne nearly collapsed into the chair next to her.

“Damn, girl. It’s only the first day of the week and you already look like you’ve been through a hurricane.”

“Have you ever tried to fingerpaint with twenty four year-olds?” Michonne asked as she opened her lunch bag and pulled out a shiny red apple, bringing it to her lips and taking a large bite.

“No, but I see that you have,” Sasha said, motioning to the line of blue paint that was smeared over the arm of her long-sleeved gray shirt. “And, by the way, fractions aren’t a walk in the park either.”

Sasha was a fourth grade teacher, and specialized in teaching math to her often-unwilling students. But Sasha was a total math nerd, and jumped at every opportunity to foster that same appreciation for the subject in one of her students with joy and enthusiasm. Michonne immediately called her bluff.

“Sash, you love teaching fractions.”

“True,” Sasha conceded with a wide smile, pushing her black-rimmed glasses up her nose and pushing her dark, curly hair away from her face. “But you love fingerpainting with your four year-olds too, so I guess we’re even.”

“And I very much appreciate the effort you put into cultivating the little ones’ artistic spirits before they make their way to me,” Paul offered from the other side of Michonne. He was a full-time art teacher that taught the students from first grade until they graduated to middle school. He was one of the most creative and patient people Michonne had ever met, leaving him with the ideal temperament for an elementary art educator. And he looked the part perfectly, with his long brown hair, neatly-trimmed beard, and impeccably put-together outfits.

“At least someone appreciates me,” Michonne said, smiling at Paul while jokingly kicking Sasha under the table.

The three ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes, until Paul put down the sandwich he was eating and glanced at Michonne.

“We never got the chance to ask you how your open house went last week.”

“Yeah,” Sasha agreed. “Was it as bad as you thought it was going to be? You were so nervous last week.”

“I wasn’t nervous,” Michonne protested weakly. She had been nervous; she just hoped she’d done a better job hiding it. “And it went really well. The projects we made turned out nicely, the kids all looked happy to be there and see me. I liked the parents.”

As soon as she said parents, Rick Grimes’ face popped into her head, and she dropped her eyes down to the table. She quickly pushed him out of her mind and amended her statement, as if Sasha and Paul would be able to read her thoughts if they lingered on Judith’s father for too long.

“I mean, they all seemed nice. And normal. That kind of stuff.”

She tentatively looked up at her friends when they didn’t respond, and saw them carrying with lunch normally. They seemed to have missed Michonne’s mini-freakout, and she let out a long breath and went to take the last few bites of her apple.

“So, no parents you think you’ll end up paying special attention to?”

She nearly choked on her fruit when she heard Sasha’s question, and she felt her stomach drop. Again, Rick’s face bombarded her thoughts. Sasha couldn’t know about him, or her slight, kind-of crush on him. That was…impossible. Hell, she’d hardly admitted to herself that she had a crush on him, let alone someone else.

“Michonne?”

Hearing Sasha call her name pulled her out of her mind and back to the situation in front of her, and she hurried to think of response, not knowing how long she’d been sitting there, frozen in shock and potential embarrassment.

“Special attention? No,” she scoffed, turning and tossing her apple core in a nearby trashcan. “What does that even mean? Special attention?”

“You know. Like, does anyone seem overprotective, or a little crazy, or really picky? One that’ll be calling you all the time about problems that aren’t even problems.”

She could’ve hit herself as she listened to Paul answer her. Of course that’s what Sasha meant. That made so much more sense than what Michonne feared. She might be thinking about Rick Grimes slightly more than she probably should, but no one else was.

She tried her best to control her expression as she finally turned to face Paul, forcing her lips into a casual smile.

“Oh. Yeah. Duh.”

She held her breath as she waited to see if her friend would be able to read anything on her face. Paul stared at her curiously for a moment before the corner of his mouth began to turn up.

Shit.

“Wait, what did you think I meant?”

She turned to glance at Sasha quickly, who was now staring between both Paul and Michonne, a puzzled look on her face. Suddenly, Paul chuckled, and Michonne snapped her head back toward him to find his grin had only grown, and a mischievous glint now shined in his eyes.

Shit, she was busted.

She heard Sasha gasp, and Michonne closed her eyes, groaning now that she knew both friends had found her out.

“Oh my God, Michonne, you like - “

Michonne spun in her chair and clamped her hand over Sasha’s mouth immediately. She stared at her friend pleadingly.

“Please, Sasha, keep it down.”

Michonne quickly glanced around the teacher’s lounge to make sure no one had overheard and taken interest in their conversation. The room was mostly empty. There were only two other teachers there, and they were sitting on the other side of the room, the day’s newspaper open to the sports section between them, absorbed in a spirited discussion of last night’s baseball scores.

Both Sasha and Paul leaned closer into Michonne.

“So?” Sasha whispered. “Who is he?”

“Yeah, Michonne,” Paul pressed. “Spill.”

“It’s no one.”

Sasha rolled her eyes.

“Oh, come on, girl.”

“Okay, listen. I don’t like him,” Michonne rushed to clarify, even though that wasn’t the truth, really. “I just…he was attractive. That’s it.”

Her friends were silent as they waited for her to continue, and Michonne couldn’t help the shy smile that crept onto her lips as she thought of his clear blue eyes gazing at her, his warm, soft smile, his bowlegged gait as he walked away from her and towards his car with Judith the night of the open house.

She didn’t even mean to say anything else. It just slipped out.

“He’s really attractive.”

And sweet. And a great father, Michonne tacked on in her mind. And then there was that something else. She didn’t know quite what it was, but she knew she liked it.

“Michonne Anthony,” Paul began, his voice completely serious. “You have to tell us who this guy is.”

“Listen. Yeah, he was hot. But it’s not like I’m ever going to see him. I’m not going to hang around with my students’ parents all the time. He seems completely normal, and his daughter is wonderful, so I don’t think I’ll have to pay any special attention to him.”

“So a single, hot dad with a daughter in Michonne’s preschool class,” Sasha said, tapping her chin with her finger.

Paul and Sasha eagerly waited for Michonne to continue, but she went back to eating her lunch without another word.

“I can’t believe you’re going to leave us hanging on this, Michonne,” Sasha mumbled, but she glanced at Paul and they silently agreed to let it go. They hadn’t known Michonne terribly long, but she didn’t make it a habit to reveal details of her past romantic relationships. Maybe she was just private about that stuff. They didn’t want to pry.

The three of them continued to eat, but Michonne stopped suddenly, biting her lip. She was dreading what she was about to ask, but she really wanted to know. Maybe if she just brought it up now, she wouldn’t be put through another embarrassing conversation about it.

“Just out of curiosity - do teachers ever date a parent of one of their students? Is that something that ever happens?”

Her two friends just stared at her for a moment, and then Sasha grabbed her arm, shaking her slightly.

“Come on, Michonne. You have to tell us.”

“Seriously,” Paul added. “This is torture.”

Michonne dropped her head in her hands and sighed loudly. She couldn’t believe she was about to do this.

“It’s Judith’s dad,” Michonne grumbled into her palms.

“What?” Sasha and Paul asked in unison.

“It’s Judith Grimes’ dad,” she repeated in a clearer voice.

Paul perked up immediately.

“Grimes?”

“Wait, Rick Grimes?”

“Sasha,” Michonne scolded, elbowing her friend. Sasha’s words were too loud for Michonne’s liking, and she scanned the room again. Luckily, the two other teachers had already left the lounge. Michonne looked at the time on her phone. Lunch period was almost over.

Paul and Sasha just stared into space for a few seconds, and Michonne looked at them nervously. They almost looked stunned.

“Wow, Michonne,” Paul said, finally. “You’re right. He is hot.”

Michonne’s brow furrowed.

“Wait, you guys have talked about him before?”

“Um, yeah,” Sasha revealed, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Us and everyone else. You think the teachers don’t gossip about the hot parents? Plus, Judith has an older brother in sixth grade.”

“Carl,” Michonne said.

“Yeah. So Mr. Grimes has been around for awhile. And to answer your question, no. Teachers here don’t really date parents. At least, not as long as I’ve worked here.”

“But,” Paul chimed in, “I think an exception can be made. Especially for someone like Rick Grimes.”

“Oh, definitely,” Sasha agreed. “I was getting to that part.”

“Really?” Michonne asked softly. She couldn’t help the small pang of excitement that began to beat in her heart.

“Yes,” Paul said emphatically.

“I think you should go for it,” Sasha told her in a sing-songy voice.

Michonne shrugged.

“I don’t know. I’ve only seen him the one time, at open house. Well, and at the grocery store over the weekend.”

Sasha’s eyebrows shot up.

“Oh?” questioned Paul.

“It was a total coincidence,” Michonne assured them, rolling her eyes at her friends who were seemingly insatiable for information about her and Rick. “I ran in for a few things and I bumped into him and Judith and Carl in the checkout line.”

“Coincidence?” Sasha mused, sending a sly glance Paul’s way. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Sounds like fate to me,” Paul teased.

Michonne exhaled slowly.

“I can’t deal with you two.”

“Don’t lie, girl,” Sasha told her, smirking. “You know you love us.”

“Barely,” Michonne murmured.

Sasha and Paul burst out laughing, and Michonne put her hands over her face again. But this time, it was mostly to hide the smile that she couldn’t seem to hold back.

She couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Rick? Hey, Rick.”

Rick jumped as someone snapped their fingers in front of his face, and he blinked and focused to find Glenn gazing at him with an exasperated expression on his face.

“You okay, dude? This is like, the fourth time you’ve spaced out tonight.”

“It’s no use,” Shane said from beside Rick, nursing his second beer of the night. “He’s been like this all day. You try to have a conversation with him, and he ain’t even listening to half of what you have to say.”

Rick looked at his best friend and partner with a slight frown on his face. He hadn’t realized Shane had picked up on how distracted he’d been at work today. He guessed it shouldn’t have surprised him. The two of them were best friends, and had been nearly inseparable since second grade. Now that they were in their early forties and spent basically every day together as partners at King County’s sheriff department, Shane probably knew him better than anyone.

“Sorry,” Rick said. “I must have a lot on my mind. I’m a little tired.”

“Everything okay?” Glenn asked from across the table. “You want to cut tonight short?”

Rick, Glenn, and Shane met every Monday at the pizza shop Glenn owned. Carl and Judith always spent Mondays with their mother, so it served as a perfect opportunity for the three of them to spend the evening sharing a couple of free pizzas and drinks, courtesy of Glenn, and catch up on each other’s lives. Although Rick and Shane saw each other everyday, they weren’t able to spend as much quality time with Glenn as they would’ve liked to. Glenn had moved to King County a few years ago to open his restaurant, and it had been an immediate success, thanks in large part to its owner. Glenn was one of the best people Rick had ever met in his life, and people were quick to support him and accept him as one of King County’s own. The delicious food was just an added bonus, and it was one of the things that had attracted Rick to the shop in the first place, coupled with its close proximity to his home. He and Glenn had become fast friends, and when Rick introduced him to Shane, the two hit it off despite their almost completely opposite personalities.

Rick smiled and shook his head, trying to ease his friends’ concerns.

“Nah, I’m fine. Like I said, I’m probably just tired.”

Except, that wasn’t really true. He wasn’t tired. And he didn’t have much on his mind. In fact, he had only one thing on his mind. That was the problem.

He couldn’t stop thinking of Judith’s new teacher. Michonne Anthony.

The woman had intrigued him ever since she first moved into town and took over for Mrs. Miller. Judith had immediately fallen in love with her, coming home and going on for hours about all the new, exciting things her and the rest of her classmates were doing with Miss A. Judith had never been more eager to go to school everyday. And that appealed to him immensely, long before he actually met Miss A in person. Anyone who was that good to his daughter got a passing grade in his book.

However, when he did meet her in person, she nearly knocked him off his feet.

It wasn’t just that she was beautiful, although she undoubtedly was. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d met someone as beautiful as her. Michonne Anthony, with her wide, kind, brown eyes and smile that could light up an entire room.

But it was more than that. It was the way every child - not just Judith - was enthralled by her, her warm personality, the ease and grace with which she navigated the room at the open house. It was how natural she was with Judith when they’d run into each other at the store on Saturday, and how she seemed to genuinely care about his daughter.

There was something else, too. Something he couldn’t put his finger on, or quantify. It was intangible. He couldn’t name it. But he had been drawn to it immediately. And now he couldn’t get it, or her, out of his head.

Since that night at Judith’s school, every time he had a quiet moment, his thoughts tended to drift to her. And according to Shane and Glenn, it was starting to show.

Rick shook his head again, as if he was trying to shake her from him mentally with his physical actions. He took a deep breath and tried his best to focus on his friends.

“Anyways, what did I miss?”

“I asked you how Carl’s baseball game went last week,” Glenn informed him.

“Oh. It went well. Carl hit a home run,” Rick reported, smiling at the pride that swelled in his chest when he thought of his son.

“Awesome!”

“Yeah, the kid definitely gets his baseball skills from his Uncle Shane, and not from his dad,” Shane declared.

Rick rolled his eyes, and picked up a slice of pizza. As he bit into it, his thoughts once again drifted back to Michonne, and how they’d discussed Glenn’s restaurant when they’d spoken at the grocery store. He had really wanted to invite her to eat with them sometime. He wondered what she would’ve said.

“Jesus, Rick.”

Rick felt a dull ache as Shane punched his shoulder to get his attention.

“For real, Rick,” Glenn said. “Where are you tonight?”

Rick went to play his distraction off again, but hesitated, instead grabbing his beer and taking a sip. He couldn’t seem to bury his interest in Michonne, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to until he decided what to do about it. Plus, he hadn’t tried asking anyone out for the first time since he approached Lori back in high school. He could use some advice.

So he went for it.

“Question. What do you do if you like a girl, and you want to ask her out, but you’re not sure if she likes you back and you don’t want to make anything awkward? Also, what if the situation between you is kind of…unusual, I guess, and you’re not even sure if you should risk asking her out in the first place?”

Both Shane and Glenn stared at Rick in silence. He could feel heat rising in his chest and up to his cheeks as a light pink blush began to color his skin. He was about to tell everyone to just forget he said anything when Shane barked out a loud laugh.

“Well, would you look at that,” Shane said, a huge smile taking over his face. “Boy Scout finally has a pulse after the divorce.”

Rick groaned.

“Shane, can we please be serious about this?”

“What do you mean? I’m being serious as hell. I’ve been waiting a year for this moment.”

Rick bit back the urge to groan again, and turned his eyes to Glenn for help, but his friend lifted up his hands in front of him.

“Hey, don’t look at me. You’re the one that brought it up in front of him.”

Rick closed his eyes, bringing his hand up to rub his temples.

“Yeah, maybe that was a mistake.”

“No, brother,” Shane said, moving one of his hands to rest on Rick’s back. “I’m really, seriously happy for you. And if you’re going to get dating advice from someone, it should probably be from me.”

“That’s true,” Glenn agreed. “I’ve dated about two girls in my entire life.”

“Yeah, and he proposed to the second one.”

Glenn crossed his arms defensively at Shane’s comment.

“Hey, sometimes you’re lucky enough to find the right girl right away.”

A few months ago, Glenn had gotten engaged to Hershel Greene’s oldest daughter, Maggie. Their family lived on a farm at the edge of town. They were wonderful people, and Glenn and Maggie couldn’t have been a better couple.

“Sure,” Shane conceded. “And Maggie’s a great girl. I’m not knocking your decision, I’m just pointing out that it doesn’t leave you with the best dating advice.”

“So, are you going to give me this wonderful advice you have, or are you going to keep making fun of me?” Rick asked impatiently.

“Relax, brother. I’m not making fun of you,” Shane insisted, shifting all his attention to his best friend. “I promise. So let me make sure I have the situation straight. You like this girl, and you want to ask her out, but you don’t know if she likes you. And you’re in some kind of unique situation with her, so you’re not sure if it’s smart for you to ask her out at all. Correct?”

“Correct,” Rick confirmed.

“You want to tell me what this unique situation is?”

“Nope,” Rick said immediately. He wasn’t going to give Shane any hint that might lead him to figure out that the woman in question was Michonne. Knowing Shane, the whole town would know by the next afternoon.

“You sure? It would really help me tailor my advice if I could get some more details.”

“Well, you’re not getting anymore details, so make do with what you have.”

“Fine,” Shane said with a sigh. “Well, the way I see it, you have two options. One - you could let your fear get the best of you and do nothing, and watch your girl go off and fall in love with some other guy while you’re stuck never knowing what could’ve happened if you’d had the balls to ask her out. Or, two - you bite the bullet and go for it. Sure, it could end horribly. Or it could be the best decision you’ll ever make in your life.”

Shane took a long sip of his beer, and then ran his hand over his head.

“Personally, I’d go with option two.”

“Same,” Glenn agreed from across the table. “If you don’t, you might spend your whole life wondering what would’ve happened. I know my experience is limited, but it seems like that would really suck.”

Shane tilted his bottle towards Glenn.

“You know what they say. It’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”

“Wow, Shane,” Glenn said, a smirk on his face. “I didn’t know you could quote Tennyson.”

Shane started at Glenn blankly.

“Um…”

Glenn chuckled.

“You have no idea who Tennyson is, do you?”

“Not a clue,” Shane admitted shamelessly.

“Yeah, you never struck me as the kind of guy who was into poetry.”

Rick half-listened to his two friends go back and forth, but his mind was still stuck on Michonne. He considered everything Shane and Glenn had said. Their advice made sense. And the more he thought about it, the more he agreed with them. He didn’t want to end up with unresolved feelings about his situation with Michonne, and be curious for, potentially, years to come regarding what would’ve happened if he’d only had the nerve to ask her on a date. And the school year was almost over. If things did go south, he could probably avoid Miss A for the most part, and then Judith would move on to kindergarten and he could put any leftover mess behind him.

He didn’t think he would have to, though, because he didn’t think that things would go south. He had no real reason to believe that; he’d spent minimal time with Michonne. She seemed happy and at ease with him in their brief interactions, but maybe that was just her being polite and trying to get along with the parent of one of her students.

But he felt something deep in his gut. That intangible thing. He couldn’t shake his sense that this could be the start of something really good.

“Wow, Rick,” he heard Shane say as he reached over and clapped Rick on the back again. “Finally. I was afraid this was never going to happen.”

Rick rolled his eyes at Shane almost on reflex, but a small smile played on his lips as he brought his beer bottle back to his lips.

He couldn’t believe this was happening.

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tamiddyinyourcity · 4 years

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The ease of a FWB relationship rarely works, ever.

Even my Hot Girl Summer lead to the guy I saw as "not my type, but fun for a potential night or so" ended up being a serious thing to me.

And of course, my most recent ex and I got together, basically because it was *too* good of a hookup dynamic.

I finally found a hookup partner that was still cute and enjoyable to be around, i wouldn't get too attached to due to knowing a relationship wouldnt work out, and still could do things with, without worrying that its be weird.

Plus other factors of him not seeing anyone else, if he's already getting consistently fucked and smothered in kisses by me; and he had too much spare times in the morning, while i had too much..... time, period.

So.

Horny and emotionally confused girl with too much free time, a high sex drive, and desperately craving intimacy or friendship

Horny and not fully emotionally there dude with too much free time, always happy to have sex, and is fine with shit like grabbing food, making out, or watching movies together without it being weird

An almost TOO good set up.

(It really was, since eventually I was like.... "Damn, I really hooked up with him every single day this week. Nice, but, i think im enjoying things too much to keep continuing"...)

I hate that it really was an ideal FWB relationship! It was! It just so happened that we ended up liking each other, and that opened a can of worms.

Since now at the concept of friends with benefits, the new factors would be:

He actually IS 100% not emotionally into me, and thats set in stone now. None of that "smiling too hard, cuddling too much" shit would happen. And even if it did, he would 100% still not be into me. At all. No hope for growth between us. It wouldnt be a cute, "aww, theyre both hiding their feelings" situation. Its a "this nigga doesn't like me or care about me any more, but his dick is in me nonetheless."

He probably will want to see other people. Before was the perk of "hes already got me and i was his first time, why fix what isnt broken?", buuuuut..... the chances of a dude going "eh, screwing my ex isnt as lit as it was before", then dumping me for a new girl who he hasn't disappointed yet.... is definitely a tragic thought.

I still get kinda annoyed thinking about the past. Moreso, certain elements to its ending. And I still don't like Azalea. Not like there's been anything to make me like her happen, and I do inherently blame her messy antics for directly sabotaging a perfectly decent relationship.

Awkwardness.... Some exes, I can bang with no problem. But those were the exes where the problems were resolved... Like the huge difference between me hooking up with Patrick #1 in October, versus December, was since we originally both had feelings for eachother, and strong attraction for eachother. While also realistically not expecting to go further.... And then December, he lost all passion, and wasnt emotionally attached, as well as hiding how he felt about being replaced by Patrick #2 when our relationship happened. (Fuck that guy, btw. Like, i can fuck anyone i want if you decided you could????)

Hell, I remember fucking Zack #2.

It was...... so trash.

Our sex before was GREAT. Thick girth, pounded pussy, all that. Shit was amazing. I loved it.

Buuuut.... a post-breakup bang, where i cant even look at even the wall next to him without hyperventilating and anxiously chugging several glasses of water, nonetheless feel comfortable taking off my clothes, letting him fuck me, and kissing a man who i was unsure if i had hated or not?

Yeah, it went terribly.

It could've gone better, if I put in more effort to be *sexy*, or if he bothered to talk about things and apologize, as opposed to being surprised that I was dry as hell that night...

The most awkward shit in the world is fucking a person that if you kiss for too long, or if they touch a certain part of you for too long, they react as if theyve been electrocuted, and snap their hand away from you.

It's like.... Nigga, just say "no homo", and stick your tongue in my mouth, its not hard. Fucker.

......

I just really hate when good things get ruined.

Like, in an ideal world, I'd be able to fuck Patrick #2. He would pick me up, we'd get mcdonalds or a quick lunch or something, then we'd fuck my brains out, maybe with netflix or some shit in the background, theeeen we leave once we feel the time is ready.

But alas, that FWB dynamic ended up being the basis of our relationship.

.....

So, i doubt that a guy who wants to get over me, would be excited at the idea of "no homo, but lets repeat the exact things we did leading up to our relationship before, and this time, for sexual gratification."

And the plot twist wouldn't be us re-falling for each other, it would be....

Him finding a new pretty girl that he'd obsess over much easier than me, (the girl who he realistically would never feel comfortable bringing around his friends and family again,) and I get replaced with a much more mentally stable, decent girl, who definitely had not called one of his friends a "sloppy ass bitch", nor thrown sprite at the other person.

....

Yeah.

On one hand, I want that leg shaking goodness. Sometimes, its easier to go back to the dick you know best.

On the other hand.... i doubt he would be receptive. I have questions on my mind nonetheless, and... yeah.

The big one is "did you cheat on me at the end of our relationship", but eh.

Oh well.

Lifes difficult.

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