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jeanbie · 2 years ago

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WORDLESS #4 ★ masterlist.

pairing: levi x reader

genre: sugar daddy & contract killer au | warnings: toxic relationships, non graphic sex | wc: 4.9k

note: hey guys, who's reading? *silence* *tumbleweed* hope u guys like it :)

★ ch1. ch2. ch3. ch4. ch5

⏤ Sometimes, saying “I love you” is inappropriate, and given your circumstances, you think it might send Levi over the edge if he hears them again.

(31) Pulling a chair out for them to sit down at the table.

Levi’s not a gentleman.

Everybody knows it, and he’s not ashamed of admitting it. Half of the time, he thinks that it’s what makes him unique, at least. If you (or anybody else, even though since you walked out on him that one time, he’s been seeing all the others less and less) were going to be with somebody, then you might as well just make it different. Spice it up a little bit.

“It will be nice.” Levi, because he’s not a gentleman, is not really listening to you. He sits behind the steering wheel and tightens his hand against the wheel, the other is on the clutch.

“Are you listening to me?”

“No,” Levi replies. He turns the corner, and the car slightly leans you to the right.

A sigh fills the car as he pauses as a set of traffic lights further down the street.

This red light drags forever, and Levi sighs instead and looks at you pointedly, “What, then?”

It takes reluctance to pull your gaze away from the pigeons near the bins on the side of the road, but you do, and you look at Levi. “I just think it will be really nice to grab dinner together.”

“We do that all the time,” Levi says.

“Yeah, but I don’t mean us, or just us,” you affirm, “I mean, like all of us. Family, I guess.”

Levi bristles. “Family? We don’t have any family, baby.”

“We do,” you moan. “I mean. Not family-family, but family. The kind of family we get to choose. Erwin, and Sasha and whoever.”

Levi nods sarcastically, “Oh. Wrong F word, Y/N, those people are called friends.”

“Oh, whatever then,” you huff, turning back towards the window. “Forget I said anything.”

Levi wants to forget, but he doesn’t. Something about that line, about the way that it stuck with him: The kind of family we get to choose. He thought about it all night, groaned, and then swore and called Erwin. Alright motherfucker, we’re going to dinner with Y/N so you better shut the fuck up, get a suit, and meet us at that fancy Gangnam restaurant.

So, it’s a Friday evening, and it feels like a Disney Channel crossover episode. Sasha definitely feels out of place in this restaurant, and Levi acts uncomfortable about the way Erwin sits opposite you, gauging your every move and word with overacted enthusiasm. Actually, all Levi is thinking about is the moment that they got here.

“Here, honey, let me get that for you,” had appeared to be Erwin’s favourite sentence to say to you; he used it when he opened the door for you, and again with the chair to the table. Erwin sat seething, almost red like a ruby. Sasha sips nervously from her glass as Erwin laughs again at something you said.

Dinner went great, he would have to admit that.

“Oh, we booked the patio for desserts,” Erwin says. One of Levi’s other friends, Mike (who honestly came to observe rather than to fill in for the surprising lack of family at this family dinner) looks left and right to each person on the table and follows the crowd as they leave for the patio once the main courses are done.

Erwin once again reaches for the door and lets you walk outside. As Levi passes Erwin at the door, he glares at Erwin with eyes that could murder. Erwin doesn’t waver but he does get the hint, even more so as you stroll towards the table. Before Erwin can even move towards the table, Levi curves in front and puts his hand on the back of your chair.

“Here you go, baby, let me sit next to you,” Levi says, dragging it out for you to sit. You watch him with one raised eyebrow but say nothing. Erwin says nothing for a few minutes but decides to get right back to it as the desserts begin. It pisses off Levi to the point where his hand leaves fingerprints in your thigh, but you can’t find it in you to be mad about it.

(32) Wrapping a blanket around them when they are sitting on the couch and watching a show.

“You gotta stop letting yourself in here, it scares the shit out of me.”

“I own this dump.”

You gape over your shoulder, “Fucker, you own this dump that you call a dump but you gave me this dump, it’s my dump, don’t call it a dump.”

“Say dump one more time,” Levi warns, shrugging off his jacket and ruffling his hair. It’s wet thanks to the torrential rain outside. His socks squelch across the floor because he left his slippers back at his place, and he’s not here often enough to have his own pair at your apartment.

The apartment is toasty and warm, the heating on high. Except the living room is chilly and dark, dark blue almost.

“What are you watching?”

Levi moves towards your bedroom but can still hear you as he moves.

“Just this show I found,” you reply, watching the screen. “Dead To Me.”

“Never heard of it,” he yawns, and emerges from the room. He’s holding a heavy blanket in his arms, moving to the living room to sit next to you. He plops next to you and glances at the screen, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders, over your head like a cocoon.

You laugh softly, shifting it off your head and leaning up against him. “It’s American. It’s got Velma in it.”

“Linda Cardellini?” Levi asks, settling back. “She’s hot as fuck.”

“I know, that’s why I thought I’d watch it, I love her,” you say.

Levi wraps an arm around your shoulder and smushes closer towards you.

“Good day?” you ask quietly.

He takes a few seconds, like he’s truly trying to think about whether he wants to answer or not.

“Okay,” he admits. “Don’t care, it’s over, I’m here, don’t wanna think about work.”

You don’t push him to talk, and instead, let him sit next to you. He likes the darkness because there’s no way you can see his discomfort, his pain, the blood under his fingernails.

(33) Throwing away their piles of tissues when they have a cold.

Levi travels for work a lot, and it’s no secret to anybody he knows. It was midday when he got a call, just a few words over the phone, and then he was moving out of the shower and into the bedroom to get ready.

He had told you to stay, stay until he got back. Unfinished business, he said, that would need dealing with when he got home. So you did, you stayed and he left, and that was that.

Levi sighs and shuts the car door. Until next time, he thinks to himself as he watches the car pull away. Frowning, he straightens his blazer and walks up the steps to the complex he lives at and enters. When he gets to his apartment, he kicks his shoes off right away and as he steps inside, he notices that the apartment is unusually silent.

Normally at his home, his big mansion that he loves up in the hills, there’s some sort of noise. Maybe it’s the sound of the TV on in the kitchen, or the bubbles in the hot tub, or the sound of Elio prowling around the bedroom. This apartment is in central Seoul, closer to work and closer to school. He hates how silent it is, how empty it feels.

“Y/N?”

There is no instant reply. He moves across the apartment, searching silently.

“Babe, you here?”

Worry bubbles in his stomach and he moves in search of you. After searching everywhere, Levi scoffs like it’s a sick joke that you’re not here, until he hears a noise, a croak and a cough from the spare bedroom.

“Y/N?” calls Levi. He moves to the door and twists the handle, and is a few shuffles inside when a grottal, gross noise emerges from the darkness.

“What?” he asks.

“I said don’t come in here,” you croak out in reply, because it’s you, and who else would it be in his apartment?

Levi enters and reaches for the light, pausing when you grunt in his direction. He can see you in the dim light of the spare bedroom, the sun outside the curtains, and he suppresses a smile.

“What happened? I said we had unfinished business.”

“I know,” you rasp. “But one of the kids in my class came to class with a sore throat, I thought I’d be fine. But, ta-da.” He can see in the light that there’s a plethora of tissues around your body, like a barrier. So many, snotty and probably damp and scrunched into balls. “Guess he had a cold.”

He grimaces, shuffling into the bedroom despite you telling him otherwise. It’s unsurprisingly stuffy in the room, a given since the room is closed off from the sunlight that bleeds behind the curtains. Like you requested, he doesn’t turn on the lights, keeping you safe in the darkness.

“Shitty kids,” Levi grunts. Finding a lack of interest in the germs that breed in the tissues scrunched into balls, he moves them from the covers and tosses them towards the small bin next to the bedside cabinet. You sniffle, snotty and stuffed, and peer from over the duvet at him.

Levi looks tired, as he always does when he gets back from work. He sports a brand new cut on his lip, one that will probably scar when it’s done showing crimson. There is blood on his shirt, and you know that it’s probably not his. That doesn’t make you feel better.

“How long you had it?” Levi asks.

“Two or three days,” you estimate. He’s been gone almost a week, the seventh day being tomorrow. “Should go soon, don’t worry.”

He smiles, “Not worried. Did you get medicine, or something?”

You sniff once, the air hot in your nostrils. “Nope. I haven’t managed to leave since I came down with it. I only went to the door to collect soup and then I went back to bed in here. And I went out to see who it was when Mike came by to get your big kitty.” Another sniff and Levi’s eyebrows raise with amusement, “Didn’t want to infect your bedroom, so I came here instead. Hope that’s okay.”

“Sure, it’s okay,” he replies. “I’ll find something for you, I’ve got a bunch of shit that might help.”

“Really?”

Levi nods, “Yeah. Stay put, buttercup, B-R-B.”

(34) Mending an item of their clothing that was ripped.

“Who even takes the subway anymore?”

In reply, Levi gets an appalled scoff. “I’m sorry, not all of us are rich enough to have fucking chauffeurs taking us places.”

“What’re you talking about, you’re rich,” Levi says, his voice kind of muffled due to the sewing needle between his teeth. He sits on the edge of his sofa, your skirt spread over his lap like a napkin at dinner. Down the leg, the seam is torn, showing what could have been an erotic amount of leg. Unfortunately, he’d only got a glimpse of your skin when you shuffled into his home.

As the CEO of ripping his clothes, Levi became familiar with sewing over the years, figuring it was less expensive to sew than it was to replace. So, of course, when your skirt got torn on the subway home, Levi tested his skills and dug out the sewing needle.

“No thanks to you,” you sigh. “You didn’t need to, by the way.”

“Need to what, pay you?” Levi laughs, sewing the seam. “Come on, Y/N, it’s overdue.”

“True, but I don’t really need your money that much anymore.”

“Funny, since you needed it when you didn’t have it,” he sighs dramatically. “Anyway, it’s barely a dent out of my bank account, I wanna spoil you. You’re welcome.”

You frown, shuffling to the couch and throwing yourself over the back so that your head is by his legs. Levi spares you a glance from the skirt and smiles, returning back to the work.

“Thanks,” you mumble. Nothing is said, but he appreciates it.

(35) Running out in the middle of the night to get a food item they’re craving.

“I think I’m pregnant.”

“What the fuck?”

Levi shoots up from bed into a sitting position, his eyes blown wide as he stares at you. Whenever Levi invites you to stay at his apartment, he always keeps a light on in the evening. His apartment is in a somewhat busier area compared to his house, which is stationed in a private neighbourhood only touched by the wealthiest of the wealthy. His apartment was supposed to be for ease, for if he had to do dirty work in the city and didn’t want to tie his name to a hotel. It wasn’t often that you stayed the night here.

In the light of the dim lamp on your side of the bed, Levi can make out your face. You’re still lying down, staring up at the ceiling. After he stares long enough, you look over at him.

“Why the fuck would you say that,” he breathes, like it’s an insult.

“Wow, would it really be so bad?” you ask, curious now.

He blinks like an owl. “Obviously, dipshit.”

Sigh. “And here I was thinking it would be like the movies and you’d love me.”

“Even if I loved you, do you think I wanna have kids?” Levi questions rhetorically, because he’s actually already talked to you about this. Levi never wants to have children. His life is constantly on the line. There is no way he’d bring a child into the world, just for them to either be used as bait, or grow up in a world without their father. He knows how that feels.

“Fair,” you reply. “Still.”

Levi shudders, it’s cold in here. “Wait, are you for real?” He shifts, the covers make a disruptive noise in the night, “what makes you think that you’re…you know…”

“I keep getting weird cravings,” you explain, like it’s the craziest science that he won’t understand. As soon as you say it, he feels almost instantly better. It’s not like cravings are the most reliable symptom of a pregnancy. Besides, you’re on the pill, and when you’re not, he’s safe. He’s not an idiot, he’s not about to accidentally ruin both of your lives with a few squirts.

“Like what?”

You shrug, “Really craving the Fairway to Heaven ice-cream.”

Levi scoffs. Actually, it’s almost a tch under his breath. “Yeah, of course, you’re craving the most expensive ice-cream. Predictable. Cute, almost.” He pats your leg over the covers, “We all know Phish Food’s the better flavour, by the way.”

“Tell that to the cravings, sir,” you reply. You frown, then, “I’ll pick some up tomorrow. Maybe I’ll dream the cravings away…”

“As if,” Levi barks, knowing you better. If he knows you at all (which he confidently does), you’ll press about this for the rest of the night until you fall asleep bored of trying. So, Levi enjoys the last few seconds inside a warm bed before climbing out, switching on the light so it burns your eyes as the room fills with it.

“Ouch, too bright!”

“Pussy,” he smirks. “Move, get your coat, we’re going out.”

“Oh yeah, at midnight?” you ask sarcastically, sitting up. “Where’re we going?”

“Ice cream,” he replies, like it’s obvious. To him it is. “That store down the road sells it and it closes at 2, so get your big coat and let’s get moving.”

“Are we seriously going to get ice cream at midnight?” you laugh, doing as he says.

“We both know you’re not gonna shut up about it if we don’t.”

Levi grabs his own coat and zips it up. Nobody’s gonna care that he’s wearing PJ’s, and even if you’re sleepy and grumpy on the way there, it’s better than keeping you at the apartment alone. He’d have to be crazy to leave you here than he is going out for ice cream at midnight.

(36) Helping brush their hair after a shower.

You’re the best he’s had, really.

Levi knows this, because he’s not stupid or blind or oblivious. Compared to the other girls he’s had, and the ones he left not too long ago, he knows how lucky he is to have someone like you. Someone who doesn’t just want him for the sex and the money. Although scary, it’s reassuring.

Levi comes out from the kitchen to the bedroom where you’re sitting, hunched over a laptop watching a YouTube video for your class that bores you to sleep. Your hair is damp and matted, left to dry as you watch. Forty minutes into an hour video. Levi narrows his eyebrows, wondering if he’d ever have the patience to watch something like that. Probably not. He barely has the patience when he works, and he has a job that demands it 99% of the time. When he can be hasty he is, but when his job is to kill and protect, patience is a must.

As you watch, Levi moves to sit behind you and he sets his chin on your shoulder, boredly looking at the screen. Your eyes are glossed over, possibly not even watching at all. Regardless, he stays there and slowly rakes his fingers through your hair, straightening out the curls that are close to knots.

He still blames the video for you falling asleep, although it’s probably his fingers. He won’t admit it.

(37) Making sure to be quiet while they’re taking a nap.

It’s not just that. Levi enjoys being gentle, but only when nobody can see him doing it. When you fall asleep, slouched over like a zombie, he smiles and gently closes the screen of your laptop. Whatever garbage your Uni have you watching can be watched tomorrow.

Until then, you must sleep. He moves the laptop away to the cabinet across the room and comes back, collecting you in his arms and moving you into the bed. Once the covers are draped across your body, he takes extra care to be quiet leaving the room and shutting the door. There’s some food leftover in the kitchen from dinner that he’ll eat before joining you, and you don’t wake up, not even when the bed dips as he climbs into it.

(38) Letting them warm their cold hands under your shirt.

Despite his work often demanding him to be around people, Levi isn’t really a big fan of crowds. If he can get out of going out in public, he will jump at the opportunity. He just can’t see why you’re so miffed about not being with the crowds of people along the Han river waiting for the fireworks- he’s got a balcony that looks out over the city and the river, so what’s the big deal?

“It’s all about the vibe,” you say with a slight sigh. Your arms are draped over the balcony banister, legs slowly vibrating in the bitter winter air. “As a broody killing machine, I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

“That stings,” Levi replies, closing the door behind him as he wanders back towards you with a blanket. His eyes glaze over your face as he arrives and Levi rolls his eyes, “Hold your face that way and it’ll stick.”

“Heard it all before from my Mom,” you reply boredly. A quiet thanks is spoken as you take the blanket shield and snuggle closer to his chest, staring expectantly at the black sky. “What time will they start?”

Levi presses his cheek to your hair. “Considering three minutes ago it was only ten to midnight, I can safely assure you that it is not time yet.”

“I’m bored.”

“Why are you so hard to please today?” Levi groans. He wriggles around, “And don’t try me with that ‘I think I’m pregnant’ bullshit. Spare me the moody bitch performance for today, please?”

You pug to yourself. “Sorry. Sorry, you’re right. And I shouldn’t be so…I don’t know. I’m sorry. Thank you for tonight.”

Levi shakes his head slightly. He may never understand women.

“You really that mad over the bridge?” he asks quietly, his mouth against your head. It’s hot, and you lean back towards his minimal body warmth. “I’m sorry I didn’t pass your vibe check for tonight, but I thought it might be romantic or something for us to be up here.”

You almost laugh. “It is romantic. You’re right.”

Levi brushes it off. Lately something has shifted, a comfort in the air that grants you permission to be in his life as someone more important than a ‘sugar baby’. Dare he say it, but Levi actually considers you a friend. Now, you’re at the point where neither of you give much of a shit about the sugar clause you wrote yourselves into quite some time ago. An unspoken thing hangs there like Christmas mistletoe, seen but prayed away.

Distant laughter and a bang grows near the direction of the river and bridge, and Levi feels you perk in his arms. As a small warmth bursts across his chest, Levi hisses in the cold and stuffs his hands up your shirt, where they curve around your body to cheekily hold both of your boobs. You jump, because his hands are freezing.

“You’re cold!” you whine. “What are you doing?”

Levi shrugs, “My hands are freezing. I’m keeping them warm.”

You briefly glance down at his knuckles outlined by your jumper. “Oh yeah, because I’m sure that’s the reason why you’re literally groping my tits right now.”

“They feel warmer already,” he continues.

(39) Giving them your dessert when you eat out because it’s their favourite

On the rare occasion that guilt really overwhelmingly consumes Levi Ackerman, he allows his guilt to control his feet. Usually, they end up on a pathway to the bedroom, or in the car where he drives you somewhere nice, or perhaps he picks you up from school instead of cruelly leaving you to take the subway. Now that things have shifted slightly in your dynamic, Levi isn’t sure what flies as romantic anymore. He doesn’t want to leave you with the wrong impression. You’ve had the talk together, the one that touched upon what the future looked like and how quite definitely it looked as though you wouldn’t be with each other, but surely, dinner overlooking the sea in Busan isn’t too fancy or romantic, right?

“Here is your dessert.” The waiter circles around the table and gently lays a dish in front of you. Levi carefully watches over his glass of wine as the waiter also announces his own dessert, the exact same. His eyes move down to the display set before him.

He’s never really been keen on dessert, but Levi is the type of person who doesn’t enjoy the idea of one person eating when the other isn’t. So he had just ordered the same thing as you had, nice and simple, without giving it much thought.

“I love this,” you sigh happily, fiddling the metal spoon in your hand and peering up at him, “This is sick. Thank you.”

“I didn’t make it,” he replies.

You roll your eyes, spooning out some of the dessert, “you know what I mean.”

Something in the beach-fronted restaurant shifts as the sun sinks deeper into the ocean, and Levi twirls his spoon anxiously whilst observing the dessert. He’s never been a huge fan of bingsu in general, and he looks with slight distaste at the green blob on top of what looks like cornflakes. He doesn’t get it.

He dips his spoon into the dessert, taking a polite amount and very quickly taking a bite. For around twenty seconds, he thinks it’s okay, but the aftertaste makes his whole body shudder. Fucking hell, he really hates desserts.

After a few minutes, you finally move your attention away from the scraped clean dessert dish and take a glance over at Levi, who is already watching you with a lack of interest for his own dessert.

“Is everything okay?” you ask, subtly wiping around your mouth just in case. You take in the sight of his unfinished treat, “not hungry?”

Levi shrugs awkwardly, “I don’t really like bingsu.”

“Then why’d you order?” you question quietly.

“I panicked,” he replies, “you ordered it and I don’t like desserts but I didn’t want you to be eating alone.”

You pause, eyebrows quirked: “I don’t mind.”

He sighs. Of course. “Well…” He twirls the dessert dish and pushes it in your direction, “Since it’s your favourite, or whatever, you can have it.”

Your eyes light up, “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool,” you squeal, happily taking it from him. “Thank you!”

Levi rolls his eyes playfully and sits back in his chair. Whatever he didn’t eat from the dessert he instead eats up in the sight of you.

(40) Making a goofy face until they notice and laugh.

You don’t quite know how you ended up at Levi’s work, but here you are. You could probably trace it back to Erwin swinging by to get you from school since Levi felt bad he couldn’t, and to be honest, you had been confused when Erwin drove past the turning to your apartment and kept going further into the city.

Levi’s workplace is pretty big, but still significantly hidden inconspicuously to avoid attention. As you slowly wander around the hallways, you begin to daydream about where Levi’s office may be, what he might be doing and what he might think if he sees you.

Quietly passing through what appears to be a recreation room, filled with tired faces who blink curiously as you brush by, you finally step out into a web of hallways that connect to small rooms walled in glass. Each is empty, besides one at the very end that bustles with tense conversation, and you’re drawn to the sound of Levi’s voice as it carries through the silent hallways.

You push forward, stopping not too close to the doorway so that if somebody who isn’t him happens to see you, you can make a hasty escape.

The room is filled with strange faces, strange men in tight suits and briefcases next to their feet. A man stands up beside Levi at the head of the table, his hands animated as he presses on about something you’re not well read on. Hell if you know a single thing about gun models and firing ranges. You can just about tell apart Fortnite weapons and that’s only because they’ve got colours.

Levi, however, is a sight that captures your gaze. For a while, he sits with his back turned to the man standing, his eyes observing each individual around the table, of who squirm under his watch. He eventually looks back at the man, his jawline sharp and his hair styled so that it only slightly falls into his eyebrows. God damn it, he looks sexy as hell; his shirt is black, cuffed, unbuttoned at the top revealing his skinny collarbones. He’s probably wearing the tight trousers too, the ones that make his ass look good.

A thought strikes you: how would he feel if he saw you outside? While it shouldn’t, the thought fills you with adrenaline. The idea of not him but somebody else seeing you, a girl dressed in white jeans and a red shirt, your coat discarded somewhere on an office chair. Would he be mad? Would he be turned on?

Would you die?

Deciding that the worse case scenario only involved you being yelled at, you decide to dip your toes into the water and tease the sharks; you wonder how long you can hold this silly face for until he finally notices you out there.

It seems like a long shot, and you’re quite close to giving up when finally Levi returns his attention to the table. Heads begin to move in conversation, and Levi’s gaze passes from gentleman to gentleman until they pause abruptly, locking onto you behind the glass. For a moment, he does nothing besides stare. Perhaps he doesn’t care. Then, his eyes widen, like he’s confused and alarmed and slightly impressed. Before his disturbed posture is noticed, you laugh to yourself and run away, back in the direction you tiptoed through.

(Later, Levi finds you in Erwin’s office sitting on an uncomfortable and torn armchair, a Rubix cube moving back and forwards in your hands. You’re not matching any colours. It’s going nowhere. He smiles.

“Field trip?” he questions, making your head snap up suddenly. He slides next to you on the free chair, “I’ll skin that prick alive, you know you’re not supposed to be here.”

“I know, but I’m here against my will!” you promise, putting the cube down. “I really wanted to go home. Dead To Me episodes don’t watch themselves, you know.”

“Yeah, I know,” he sighs. “I gotta go to a meeting again, then I’ll drive us home, okay?”

You nod. “I’m sorry I distracted you, by the way. I realise now I’m actually very lucky that it was you who saw me and nobody else.”

Levi laughs, kissing your forehead as he rises to leave. “Yeah, well, I’m the most dangerous guy in there, so consider yourself very lucky.”)

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brilliantfantasticgeronimo · 9 months ago

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legend of ruby sunday let's gooo

TWO SHADES OF RED

ruby is so overhwelmed bless her lol

hOWS YOUR UNCLE. YOU SEXY BITCH SDKLFJ HOW YOU THINK!!!!??

they are making unit too quirky for them not to become a spin off lol

15 WILL flirt with your staff kate and you WILL endure it

screaming the clip was just the first clip. whats gonna happen

"Even I got that" SDKJ THE META

IS THAT SIGNIFICANT"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ya'll are so self-conceited. millions of people are called susana. / i say this while vibrating at the rate of a neutrino star

"susan IS the name of my grandaughter" NOT WAS. IS !!!!

"we'll get him" is that a musk ref. rtd, musk is not a genius lol

"but what for" asking the tough questions

(also regeneration as a disguise…. what a good idea)

JUST DONT GO CHANGING YOURS OOK

"cant we just pipe in a bit of applause " the meta……..

mel pulling a 73!yards ruby

"we have another mystery woman" "ruby sundayyyyyyyyyyy" "you could've warned me" wtf i love tem. i love this. absolute bonkers vibes for a finale. (the horrors will start at any second)

ruby/rose flirting…….. ?? :eyes emoji:

doctor who wasMEANT to have a bunch of middle aged / old

women characters

stsly i love this energy "I love devina" amazing.

"you love to break the rules" she knows her uncle so well

WE CAN SHARPEN THE IMAGE. ENHANCE!!!

im enjoying how the fantasy / scifi plot mystery is tied to this very real personal thing for ruby.

ruby rose holding hands………………. im seeing.

"they never give me proper work" gee i wonder why rose!!! you think your mom wants you out there doing torchwood style suicide missions. cmon.

"he was a postman. she was a dinner lady" hmm

MEL IN HER LIL' ORANGE SCOOTER. OBSESSED!!!!!!!!

CARLA ON ACTION!!!!!!!!! GO GO GO

go get miss flood??????? A???????????

IM ALWAYS HIDING MYSELF AWAY

dont leave it to her oh my god. rip cherry.

(btw god bless. the hallway crack from the christmas special is still there lol)

ms flood nailing the old relative backhanded compliment

IT'S ABOUT TIME I CAUSE TROUBLE FOR MYSELF

HE WAITS NO MORE!!!!!!!!!!!

NOT QUITE. NOT YET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

im vibrating so much

oof this is so good. this is so TRUE. "you need roots of your own not a senile old man" updated to "i bring disaster"" aggg

15 is so healthy guys. so healthy

"what if you just said hello to her face?" i cant believe this is happening ya'll. russel really said "the five doctors was BULLSHIT. im gonna fix-it fix this shit" and went and did it. icon

ill have some of that <3 !!!! (lol thats right kate. he'll never trust u like them!!! deal with it)

a phoenix is just a bird until it burns… awesome. what the fuck does that mean

thats right stammer. you're barred from unit. motherfucker 15 is so rude. love him

MANCHESTER MOMENT

MASSIVE INFORMATION FROM THE VHS. I LOVE THIS ABSOLUTE NONESENSE.

ooo the music did a little thing. hold on to your butts babes we about to get DRAMA

unit has better toys. but are they competentent? LOL

clara and the leaf energy tbh (complimentary)

(oh is ruby susan's daughter therefore 15' daughter????) love the snow thing tbh . rtd was like im about to give dw fanartists an easy motif to add to their art for years. thanks king "time has tides and hollows and secrets"

(this transition effect………. very pertwee era intro….. :eyes emoji:) memory is time!!!!

"you cant move" omg impossible mission moment. fathers day moment. 15/ruby dont know how to step moment!!!!!!!!!!!

this is rtd's thought process lol "time … memory… ah shit.. MEMORY TIME MACHINE THERE WE GO"

damn carla and ruby got me here.

"my memory of this keeps changing"

rip chipzode probably

T.T rubes

what the actual fuclk

Close the window!!!!

when is that thing, inspector spacetime???????

it's the beast!! (carla dont name the undefined thing on the "everything becomes what you name it season" o h my gOD)

I AM IN HELL

im loving the coloring/lighting in this episode. everyone looks very sharp and nice

"i bring disaster" hehe

finally some good fucking [kate vs doctor antagonism]

15 frustrated because he finally has to come back from buying the cigarattes/ bread

"FINISHED? STOP GRIZZLING AND FIX IT". mel!!!!!!!!!!!!! thats

mel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love you mel!!!!!!!!!!!!

rtd said im gonna write a season that is SO self referential. thank u

for writting this show for the weirdos only. (We might run out of disney money tomorrow but TODAY we relish)

brigadier picture!!!

missing episodes restoration commentary? lol (if i was rtd i would have named harriet ms. bachel color)

"i'd remember a handsome chap like you" um. let's no go there!!! thanks

i told u doc u absolute anxious nerd. there's millions of susans!!! (not convinced this isnt anything yet)

the music is doing things

"being an ambulance?" mel u have always been in doccy who. catch up!!!

reverse the polarity of the VHS

(ALSO very 00's/90's "therre's something hiding in the music if u play it backwards Zeitgeist ("Blink"'s dvd easter egg realness))

donna this is all ebcause you had to go and spill that damn coffee. chodizee's blood is on YOUR hands

leave the tardis alone… "then they get wise, and they try to destroy it"

"thank you, and i love you, and good bye" aaaaaaaaa

our tecnology spreads lies and fraud!!! im gonna count that as aBINGO. taking my prize in cash beebs. thank!!!

"you do not question, you move" ummmmm

master? rogue? valeyyard? rassilon? omega? suttek? omega??? rani?? ???

harriet arbingers. rip.

A DREAM OF A WORLD WITH ORANGE SKIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

lol love this. going over the theories

THE MARA MENTION!!! TEGAN NATIO N WE R I S E

suketh!!!!!! well there it is lol (damn wish i had rewatch Pyramids so i could be more excited about this dklfjsdklfjdskldfs) (also def saw ppl on reddit calling that "second anagram" ou t sdklfjsd)

"did you think i was family, doctor?" rude.

CONCLUSIONS!!!

tbh this had a looooot of good character moments but i think it was mostly a "putting the chessboard pieces in place" episode. still tho damn, those characters moments. highlighting carla/ruby giving me emotions, sutekh/doctor taunting, doctor/kate antagonism MY BELOVED, ruby/rose (best ship name?????), doctor/mel!!!!!!!!!!!!!! being everything!!!!, doctor finally dealing with the susan of it all!!!! (ilu for this rtd). doctor/ruby being super cute and queer before experiencing THE HORRORS, idk how i feel about the reveal since tbh i didnt care much for that serial sdlfkjsdfds but hey. anyway excited for next week. tv show reveal def coming for the second-act-reversal !!!!!/is a hopeless case ALSO enjoyed the filming of this as well (snow! vhs effect!!!) and this is def the most interesting UNIT has ever been lol

#dw spoilers #the legend of ruby sunday #dw meta #i dont want to wait a week TOT

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bad decisions - jjk | ten

When his story pops up—a repost of tomorrow night's paint party event at Dionysus—you find yourself clicking through to your DM thread without much thought. You know he's at work. Know it's a 50/50 whether or not he'll get back to you before your mind begins to berate you again for how miserable you feel. It's a simple message—Hey—and you're pleased that it's met with an equally simple reply not even a minute later. JustJK: To what do I owe the pleasure? You decide that "I'm about to cry over my shitbag ex so chose to message you instead" probably won't be Jungkook's favourite thing to hear, so you opt for a little white lie. You: Just wondering how the kids are. Part of you worries he won't understand what the fuck you're on about - but of course, he does. He's Jungkook. Gets you better than you get yourself, these days. JustJK: Missing their mother.

Bad Decision #10 - Blonde

warnings: b is in her bleach era. love that for her!! jaykay is in the chapter for like 1.5 seconds and still manages to be the best thing about it. also if u think wow holly sometimes your chapters end very similarly, uhhh yes. ur right. mainly because my brain is smooth but also because jungkook is a creature of habit! it's within his character traits! not because im stupid! even if i am!

soundtrack: space - audrey nuna; blonde - maisie peters

wc: 3.5k

bd total wc: 370k (on-going)

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You suppose you really shouldn't be surprised when Seokjin leaves you on read. It happens as soon as he escapes the city, just like it always does.

It's always the same; he'll come back to town for a few days—to visit friends, his family, or maybe for a haircut with the only barber he trusts—then leaves just as quickly as he comes.

The predictability of it all would be funny, you think, but your knees are getting worn out from how many times you fall for it; his charm, his deception, his pretty lips that soothe the burn of his selfish choices.

He'll be radio silent for a while, and then suddenly, as if he's finally changed the batteries in his walkie-talkie, he won't be. It'll most likely be when he's on his way back to town in a few months time.

The saddest part is that you know you'll want to see him when he does. Will have the burning desire to show him just how well you've been; how well you've coped without him.

Most of all? You'll want him to know just how much you don't need him.

Inevitably, he'll end up in your bed, and you'll end up all in your head—again—overthinking and underestimating just how easy it is for him to drop you. Forgetting just how badly he fucked you up, only for him to remind you in the most callous of ways.

When Danbi comes home on Thursday night—three days since Seokjin's last message—she knows exactly what's happened. You've got a special kind of pout reserved for Seokjin-related upsets. It's always a little soft yet incredibly hard to break.

"You gotta stop letting him in," she says over a glass of red. She hates the taste, but loves the soft buzz in the pit of her stomach. Though she's much better suited to Moscato, Danbi will never turn her nose up at free wine.

If she knew why you were drinking it, she might consider rejecting it.

Seokjin's favourite. You'd bought it on the way home from work. Just couldn't help yourself.

Had figured that at least when you hugged yourself to sleep that evening, your lips would taste like his used to do, on the nights when he'd tell you that you're the most delightful thing he's ever laid his eyes upon. Would be all giggly. Wine drunk. Happy. In love.

But it's been a while since he did that. Feels like a lifetime ago, now.

You shrug as you let the ruby-red liquid swirl in your glass. Fighting against your feelings feels like swimming against the tide.

Always struggling to breathe. Never winning. Failing. Falling.

"I don't know how to, Dan."

"But you do," she insists.

And she's right. Of course you do.

His number has never been blocked, but a simple restriction of access to you would solve so many of your problems.

Thing is, you kind of like him still being your problem. At least that way, on a technicality, he's still yours. Kind of.

Every time he comes back to the city, it's still your bed that he ends up in.

Never for the night. Just for an hour or two. Long enough for you to convince yourself that he can't stay away.

The lies you let your mind whisper are insidious. You're irresistible. He's still just as affected by you as you are by him. He can't possibly leave you.

And yet he does, each and every time.

He doesn't ever let you go. Not fully. Whenever you think you're getting over it, he shows up just to get you under him; his thumb, his spell, his body.

You're halfway through the bottle of wine when Danbi tells you once more that you need to get Seokjin out of your hair.

You've reached the end of it by the time you're grabbing your purse and heading for the closest Olive Young.

It's just down the street, by the crossroads that lead into town, and the staff there have seen you in worse states. A little tipsy has nothing on the mascara-stained eyes they used to be greeted with during the worst days of the breakup.

"Sure about this?" Danbi asks just to check before you take the boxes in your hands to the counter.

"Absolutely not, but he always hated me blonde," you grin a little sardonically. The happiness that comes with this change will be temporary, but you have to remind yourself that so was he. "At least even if I can't resist him, he'll resist me."

Peroxide and perhaps a little fried, your blonde hair had caught his attention in the early days - but you had dyed your hair dark in a bid to keep it.

He'd said some bullshit in a conversation amongst friends about his preferences, and how he favoured the 'natural look'. You weren't together at the time, not officially - but everyone there was a friend of his. They all knew you'd be going home with him. It only took two boxes of dye to get him asking to be exclusive. A week later he was introducing you to his friends as his girlfriend.

Funny what a little bit of conformity can do for a man who loves playing by the rules.

You assume his desire to tick the boxes and do what is expected of him is also why he was such a bellend when it came to the glitter you liked to dust yourself in.

Nobody's perfect though, so he was willing to overlook it. Was just one of the flaws he perceived in you. When you love someone, you accept them.

He ultimately never grew to love it, but for a while, you thought he might.

Bleach boxes in one hand, another bottle of wine in the other, you waste no time and head straight for the bathroom. Danbi follows you right in. She's always there to lend a hand or at least provide a Spotify playlist to get you through your woes.

Folding the powder into the developing lotion by the sink, you know your bleach-induced bathroom antics could get you a spot in a Brad Mondo video.

All a little haphazard, you're without a mixing bowl and brush, so are having to use an old takeout container and a plastic spoon, instead.

It's not quite how the instructions suggest you should mix it all up, but no good ever comes from following the rules.

You'd tried for Seokjin, and look where that got you.

Unlike him, trusty Tupperware has never done you dirty before. No reason why it should now.

Danbi sits on the closed toilet seat, legs crossed, a small bottle of bubbles in her hand. The bubbles had been a Christmas party favour from the office job she'd quit four months ago. Rediscovered when she'd been cleaning her room earlier that day, Danbi had taken to blowing pretty little bubble flurries your way all afternoon.

Your reflection is captured in the peacock sheen of the bubbles while you study your rapidly developing hair in the mirror.

You haven't bothered to change out of your shirt. It's not yours. One of Seokjin's. It's navy, and you hope the bleach ruins it.

"I think I've fucked up," you say all rather calmy, talking about your hair and not the shirt. It's not the end of the world if you have. Just hair, you always think.

Danbi shrugs. Has clearly spent too much time in your company, because she echoes exactly what you're thinking: "Just hair, babe. It'll grow."

That's the joy of your friendship; you both encourage each other with the same dumb remarks whenever you feel like you've reached the point of no return.

After all, if you can't go back?

Go forward.

"Plus," she adds, blowing more bubbles instead of taking a breath. "You can just chalk it up to being your hot mess era."

"Been in that for months already," you smile at her in the reflection of the mirror. You prod a little at your roots, and know that you definitely should have waited a little longer to work the bleach up to them. Bollocks.

You've done this enough times to know you'll end up with a gold band haloing around the top of your hair thanks to how easily your roots always lift. Nightmare.

"Exactly, so you may as well look the part," Danbi encourages. Worst influence going, she is. Also the best at times, too. You find comfort in the fact she won't always say what you want to hear, but what you need to hear instead.

The conversation dissolves into empty chatter, gossip about Danbi's dog walking clients, mentions of Taehyung and how he's still trying to talk her into a mates-rates discount despite the fact they aren't actually 'mates'. She asked you about your Bartender That Smiles, and you say he's all good - before you have to insist there's nothing going on there.

"He's got issues with his ex," you explain.

She rolls her eyes. "Don't they all? Boys and their first loves, I swear to God."

"Not sure she was his first," you defend, though you're not sure why. The thought lingers as you rummage around for an old tube of toner that you know you have hiding in the bathroom cabinet somewhere. It's been a while since your hair was pale enough to take toner, so it's been pushed right to the back.

Danbi is shooed from her perch on the toilet seat and into the living room as you let the shower run to heat it a little.

The first crash of water against your skin is lukewarm. Tepid. Unappealing, but necessary.

You hate anything other than boiling-you-alive degrees celsius, but know you need to be kind to your hair after the torture you've put it through. The water runs cloudy until the bleach is rinsed out, and then it runs purple thanks to your silver shampoo. It pools around your feet and seeps into the drain. Wishful thinking has you hoping memories of Seokjin will do just the same.

It's just to preemptively tone it, but you can't help but worry about the pigment taking too strongly on your roots.

The ash toner you found in the cupboard is in a box by the sink. You plan on putting that over the top of whatever mess your hair is anyway, but it doesn't hurt to get a head start on the process.

The water glistens a deep violet, briefly coating your skin - and for some reason, all you can think about is Jungkook, and how you'd really like to be downing a Purple Starfucker (or five) with him right now. He really is the perfect distraction.

Still, you have a task at hand. You rinse your hair; ring it out. Sigh as you frown at the mess that greets you in the mirror—lilac roots, a yellow band haloing just like your thought it would, and silver ends. Brilliant.

It's as you're sitting with Danbi in the living room a little while later - body wrapped in a towel that isn't half as fluffy as Jungkook's favourite, ashy toner smothering your peroxide blonde hair - that you notice your phone flash on the coffee table.

Danbi clocks it first, and stifles a laugh as she reads the screen. "Isn't that the guy from the club?"

You assume she means Jungkook, and are a little perplexed to see it's Jimin's name on your screen instead.

"Yeah... Jimin. Smooth talker, shit shagger."

"A glowing review."

"Hey, I still let him think he was good," you say as you reach for your phone to read his message out loud to Danbi. "You guys out tomorrow night?"

Sipping on her wine, Danbi raises a brow. Shakes her head in confusion. "He hoping for round two?"

"Fuck knows."

It's just gone midnight, so you consider maybe he's thinking about his desire for a hook-up, and is hoping for a safe bet in the form of you.

And so you don't reply. If he double texts, you'll just lie and say you've fallen asleep.

The scent of your toner is beginning to give you a headache, so you go to rinse it and bid farewell to your final day as a brunette.

Sleep evades you. Doesn't want to let go of who you were, apparently. Wine makes you sleepy, and yet you're wired as if you've just had a triple shot americano.

But then it's three in the morning, and all you can seem to smell is the deep conditioner you bathed your hair in that evening.

Somehow, when you look to the empty space beside you - delicately ruffled, a dent prevailing in the pillow - you convince yourself that you can smell fig leaves and coconut. The notes of his favourite aftershave linger like the ache in your chest. It's hollow, and you can't work out why it hurts quite as much as it does.

If there's nothing there, how can it be so painful?

You sniff back tears that fail to truly form and pull your phone from beneath your pillow. It's hard to move your fingers when they're tangled up in puppet strings that Seokjin is refusing to let go of, but eventually you manage to tap through some Instagram stories in a bid to distract yourself from him.

Inspirational quotes don't do much for you, nor do the engagement pictures of people you haven't given a second thought since graduation. There's an abundance of them. Smiling faces. Diamonds, or maybe just cubic zirconia. Fresh sets of nails, hands that are pink and warm from the heat of whoever's been holding them.

It's a curious thought; what people who haven't spoken to you in years must think of you now.

You were the one who was going to succeed. Going far in life, made for a boardroom, would look incredible in a pantsuit—and yet you're working in a cafe, first-class degree of no more worth than the tissue paper you flush down the toilet.

See, you switched out life goals for glitter. You wear it like armour; protect yourself from the world around you. Who cares about seriousness and success when you're a constant disco? Not you. Could never be you.

Or at least, you hope that's what people think. Hope that no one realises you're covering yourself in artificial shine; like a canvas in acrylic because you were too impatient to watch the oil paint dry.

One day you'll glow. Glow for real.

For a while, you thought you had been with Seokjin.

All you see when you look in the mirror these days is tarnished silver; copper alloy pretending to be much more than what it really is. Your skin will turn green eventually.

There is, however, one person you've managed to fool.

It's a simple message—hey—and you're pleased that it's met with an equally simple reply not even a minute later.

JustJK: To what do I owe the pleasure?

You decide that "I'm about to cry over my shitbag ex so chose to message you instead" probably won't be Jungkook's favourite thing to hear, so you opt for a little white lie.

You: Just wondering how the kids are <3

Part of you worries he won't understand what the fuck you're on about - but of course, he does. He's Jungkook. Gets you better than you get yourself, these days.

JustJK: Missing their mother.

JustJK: Perry the Pigeon almost fell earlier.

JustJK: Roger the Robin looks like he has a broken wing.

JustJK: Must be one of yours. Inherited his mother's wonkiness <3

With each message that comes through, your smile grows wider in the midnight darkness of your bedroom.

You: Careful or I'll file for joint custody.

You: Get poor Roger away from his father's cruel remarks <;/3

There's an ease to how you joke together, both aware of how unserious you are. There's no second-guessing, no worrying about saying the wrong thing. If you do, you'll say sorry and move on. No harm, no foul.

JustJK: Your appeal won't hold up in court, Byeol.

JustJK: You've neglected them ever since you spawned them.

JustJK: Haven't even paid them a visit!!!

Laughter stifles in your throat as your body curls up into a more comfortable position. The audacity of this boy, you think, ignoring the way he manages to get you entirely focused on something that isn't your own despair.

You: You've got full custody!!!

JustJK: And you're still allowed to come for supervised visits!!!!!

JustJK: smh and to think you call yourself their mother.

JustJK: I'm their mother now.

You pout at your screen, and whine a small little 'nooo'.

You: They need me :(

JustJK: Come and see them, then. They miss their mother.

You: Tomorrow?

He reads the messages instantly, but takes a little longer than usual to reply. It worries you slightly. Makes you more aware of your surroundings. The scent of Seokjin's aftershave begins to permeate the air once more.

Until, all rather suddenly, it doesn't anymore.

JustJK: I'm not working tomorrow night, but Jimin's insisting on going to the paint party—you coming?

You: Will Perry the Pigeon be there?

JustJK: If he falls before I leave for the club, then yes.

It's not a bad proposition. One that quite intrigues you. One that has you agreeing, and him telling you to fuck off and go to sleep. He's got work to do, he says.

It's actually quite quiet at the club—Yeonjun just caught him looking at his phone with a dumb smile a few too many times for Jungkook's liking. Doesn't wanna get caught out again.

Especially doesn't want him catching onto the fact that there's a reason Jungkook's eyes light up like Disco Balls when he looks at his phone.

Yeonjun doesn't really have friends who are girls, Jungkook reasons with himself. Won't understand that he's perfectly capable of having a little flirt without it meaning anything more than that—after all, isn't that just what banter is? Friendly flirting? He does it with the boys all the time. Doesn't mean fuck all. Just fun.

Jungkook's a couple of years older than his cerulean-haired coworker, and has learnt the hard way that you really shouldn't escalate friends above the level of purely platonic. One day Yeonjun will realise this.

For now, though, Yeonjun'll shag anyone who looks at him in the right direction. Has probably already ruined a few good friendships. Doesn't even realise he's done it.

Jungkook trusts himself not to make the same mistakes he's made in the past with you. Thinks that he's pretty happy with how things are. Has missed the dynamics of friendships with girls. Is looking forward to Monday movie night with you and Danbi again.

And yet when he gets home to find Perry the paper pigeon on his bed, he can't help but smile.

You wake up to a picture of the fallen bird in your DMs, and even though you'll whine and complain about it when you see him that evening, all you can do is smile, too.

JustJK: Looks like we're having a wholesome family trip to Dionysus tonight.

You: Mummy and Daddy reunited at last <33 Perry will be so happy.

JustJK: It's okay, you don't have to lie.

JustJK: I know you're talking about yourself, not Perry.

Jungkook doesn't send the message where he tells you not to call him Daddy. Knows you'll read into it; tease him about it. It's not like he's got a thing for it, or anything, he just... maybe wouldn't be opposed to it, and so he'd rather not be called it when he's having casual conversations with you. Wouldn't wanna get flustered.

Part of you already knows this. Is precisely why you'd said it. It's not really your style, not the kind of thing that gets you going.

But it is also exactly why you choose to end your next message with, 'See you tonight, Daddy x'.

You're laughing as you send it.

And as he receives it, Jungkook groans. Buries his head into his pillow. Crumples Perry a little in the process. Whines.

"Don't fuck this up, Jungkook."

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markiafc · 4 months ago

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so it’s been on my mind since u mentioned having hopes for where the spn plot goes, if you haven’t posted them already i would loveee love to hear your thoughts 👀

i've tried answering this off-and-on, then got really busy, then forgot what i was thinking of when i left that comment about possible ends for sammy winchester. i said it when i was watching s2, you sent me this ask when i was watching s3, and i'm answering it now while over halfway into s4.

the bottom line is exactly like what the show is foreshadowing: all the psychic stuff and/or demon blood stuff is only going to escalate, and inevitably, reach a destructive peak wherein sam is no longer himself. he's going to hurt people. or maybe that doesn't happen, but the dark power feels so overwhelming and painful it scars him deeply. forever.

it's primarily because i was so taken by s1e9 home, when sammy first starts having intense and violent visions about his childhood home + s1e14 nightmare where sam connects with the other psychic boy who was abused by his father and uncle. and the sinister nature and origin of their powers starts to really take shape.

at the time, i didn't have all the details i have now - the sordid history between yellow-eyes and the winchester family and the demon blood feeding. i just love the narrative thread where...... there's a really scary, bad, and evil force/agent out there. you've been hurt by it, likely when you were very young. and now you're older, that dark touch manifests as the preternatural.

summer sons' andrew blur, who is a very important person to me, can fall under this umbrella pretty nicely. sammy's blood-feeding reveal.... that was huge for me, it validated the comparisons i made in my head between s1 sammy and andrew. andrew's ghost shit, his ambiguously ominous powers, his connection with the gothic-but-real. (spoilers..?) it stems from him being 12 and forcefully fed human blood. it inducts him into the blood owner's cursed family. the way that metaphor was in summer sons, i connect to spn and sammy. it's not a one-to-one of course, one story just enriches the other and my readings of both.

the other part of this is that sammy winchester is... also like star wars' anakin skywalker. ruby makes a similar reference in s4e9, "sam going dark side", was super exciting for me because it's how i've understood his arc too! he's framed as the evil brother, dean the good brother a la anakin, obi-wan, etc.

and, i mean. anakin's moral character deteriorates, he is increasingly accosted by horrific visions, he's so isolated and pained, he seeks the guidance of the devil. and then vaders out. andrew ultimately secures a better ending for himself, but the road is rough. similar deal, fucked up powers, violent visions and dreams that wound his psyche and his body. he gives in more and more to that dark feeling inside him, can't stop tapping into that power. in another world, one that i think about a lot, it leads to andrew committing suicide. that's the trajectory of it i think, his awful spiral. but his intervention arrives and things change.

i don't know how sam's arc is going to wrap up at the end of s5. but i know more or less the themes, the feelings involved with his narrative because i've been here before. so far i'm getting what i want - sammy playing peekaboo with his demon blood & associated qualities. back and forth with ruby, arguing with dean about it. the visual of sweat + migraines + nosebleeds. the sick and twisted pleasure it gives him to perform these little mind tricks.

i hope it blows up in his face. i hope it wrecks him completely, maybe even beyond repair. i hope sam becomes the biggest, baddest fucker in demon town to a brother who's been to hell. and they argue at each other about it a ton. everyone knows something very bad is waiting to happen to sammy winchester, and i sure hope it does......!!!!!

#me is mark #long but true and honest #i started watching spn in relation to summer sons. summer sons studies if you will.#so the connection in my mind is destined #plus also sammy's character setup and arc just appeals to me on a base level #i've had this itch scratched by other stories/characters before #pondered a lot about them and my feelings #so old thoughts for another are already coming out fully-formed for sam #a violated cursed selfish boy detached from the rest of human society 😌😌😌#anyway ily gromky <3 hope this was a satisfactory answer to an old ask

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going to put my theories to words instead of just yapping at my boyfriend and us thinking so hard all the time. BUT! been seeing a lot of theories abt ruby going around, and i really like the one of her being from the land of fiction/apart of the pantheon.

however i wanna take it a step further bc im crazy and fueled by others’ craziness and delusions. so, someone said that ‘WHAT IF RUBY IS RIVER!!! R.S.!!!’ and like… ok. maybe. but i was thinking that since river is forever in hal or for however long the showrunners want her there and such, maybe there’s a possibility that she had a child inside of hal? and because she’s her, ruby somehow made her way into the real world? so still somewhat like the theories of ruby not being real/entirely real, but like. a twist. like river could be the one carrying ruby ? a stretch but idk.

also there are rose is coming back truthers and sadly some evidence is too stacked i feel for me to even disagree without thinking real real hard. but i think that the similarities between ruby and rose are very intentional (at least i can hope because i don’t want it to be bad writing but it isn’t even bad writing because truly ruby is such an engaging and wonderful character and i love her so much (more than rose and i don’t even believe in recency bias so fuck off)). so, along the line of they will find a way to bring rose (and david tennant) back, rose and tentoo have a kid and it’s RUBY! and idk something happens and rose happens to be in her old universe and has to give ruby up. and maybe rose is the one who waits? however i would truly hate that because with whatever that implies, it will always have something to do with the doctor and her story has BEEN FINISHED since doomsday i would say and i enjoy her being able to have her happy ending with tentoo because i do love that storyline sorry. SORRY SUE ME FOR NOSTALGIA AND AN ENDGAME LIKE DOUBLE FINALE SORRYYYYY!!!! but i like that rose got her happy ending with the doctor, albeit not hers, but that adds to it obvi but i DIGRESS!! anyways i just hope rose isn’t the one who waits because that would like. ruin her character development at best and do something awful and irreversible at worst or smth idk. unless they find a fun way to do it better.

but also then there’s susan twist and mrs. flood… but anyways i am just very excited for boom!!!!! cannot wait cannot wait at all going to scream and die yk. anyways thank u for coming to my ted talk going to post more dw thoughts on here bc that’s all i think abt anyways

#anyways watching time heist rn HELLO JONNY BAILEY LMFAOOO #he’s been such a subject of conversation this week it’s very funny #anyways i lurv doctor who i have never been so excited and pumped and loving life just thinking about doctor who and theories ever before #doctor who #yappin #ADDINGN! that the thing that could cause rose to come into the og universe with ruby is the pantheon seeping into that universe #but that would piss me off bc it’s like rtd please u are better than reusing ideas. please don’t just copy ur old seasons ur gonna piss me #off sir. but i feel like obviously that’s the answer bc for this season that’s the overarching villain and such

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(OOC WARNING: THIS TRANSCRIPT CONTAINS BLOOD GORE BODY HORROR DEATH IMPLIED CANNIBALISTIC THOUGHTS MILD IMPLIED CANNIBALISM EYE TRAUMA GUNSHOTS AND SUICIDAL IDEATION PLEASE PROCEED BELOW THE CUT AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.)

[Video transcript begin.]

[The transcript like most begins from a front shirt pocket, someone appears to be looking at the other people in the room. Two of which are in a wagon playing on a computer.]

?: Ok guys. Y'all ready?

[Voice identified: Mari.]

?: Mhm.

[Voice identified: Edgar.]

?: I..i think.

[Voice Identified: William.]

?: Um… What's the plan again?

[Voice identified: Cassidy.]

M: Simple you, me, Delilah, Edgar. And… Where's Ethan?

W: That’s..a good question. I’ll go grab him?

M: Yeah uh I'll just keep recapping the plan? Or wait on you two?

W: I think I've drilled it into him a bit too much, he should know!

[Will chuckles a bit, and walks away, its footsteps audible.]

M: Ok, well we're going to go lead Ruby and uh basically anyone that chases us to the maintenance tunnels to buy us time to break the window in Mai's office. Will is… Uh ask Will I don't actually remember. And Rose and Sparrow are going straight to the office once we distract that which needs to be distracted.

[A woman with long curly brown hair stands up, scratching her own bandages.]

?: And you all are going to follow the plan?

[Voice identified: Rose Elizabeth Henderson.]

M: I know I will. Edgar?

E: Dude. Of course I will.

C: If anything happens to you, me and Sparrow are going to punch you.

?: I’ll throw one in too!

[Voice Identified: Ethan.]

[Will and Ethan walk into frame again, though this time the shorter one looks somewhat anxious, clutching at his head discreetly.]

M: Will? You good?

W: Oh, yeah! Im-I’m fine, just, stress headache, ya know? [It lets out a nervous laugh.]

E: You too, huh?

C: Where are you going Will?

W: Ah, just. Keeping a promise I made a long time ago, kid. I’ll be right behind you guys, won't even realise i'm gone.

M: If we have to find you… We will.

[Edgar appears to be bouncing back and forth on his feet, his hands jitter slightly.]

[Just barely out of frame, someone can be heard tripping and stuttering to put… Something back on their head.]

[Will looks over, first to Edgar, then towards the noises. Its eye notably widens, and he quickly shuts it grimacing as he clutches harder at its head.]

M: [Whispered.] Fuck.

W: U-uhm. You guys promise me something, okay? All of you, you included Ethan. You’re all gonna get out. Alive. Fucking alive and okay, alright?

R: Yep. You too. I owe one fucking thing to my sister and that's not make the same mistake twice.

?: If you don't get out I'm burning the mall.

[Voice identified: Sparrow.]

[Edgar glances around a little, before smiling at Will, and nodding.]

E: Of course.

M: Yep um yeah anything you say dude!

W: G-good. You all better stick to that. Except, maybe, the burning down the mall bit Sparrow. I..I'm gonna head down. You guys better fucking stick to it.

M: Cool. Are you all ready? Edgar, Ethan, Cassidy, Delilah?

[Will sneaks off of the camera frame, whilst Ethan replies.]

Eth: Yeah. I am.

M: Edgar?

E: Yeah, let’s fucking do this.

[He hefts his crowbar in both hands, spinning it in his hands.]

C: I've been ready for the past… However long I've been here.

?: [Muttering.] Fuck fuck fuck fuck

[Voice identified: Delilah..?]

Eth: What?

De: [Normal voice.] Nothing! Haha… I'm ready!

R: Sparrow give me my computer!

Sp: No!

R: Peony will be safer in my bag!

[Sparrow turns to face away from Rose, leading to Rose just snatching the computer from the wagon.]

Sp: HEY!

M: We should get going. Be safe dealing with Emi you two?

R: Yep. Be safe dealing with… Whatever.

M: Come on you 4.

E: Alright.

[Mari turns around to begin walking out the doorway, 4 sets of footsteps heard behind them as they slowly walk around the mall.]

C: How are we supposed to find this ‘Ruby’ thing?

M: Do any of you have a knife?

Eth: Will took mine.

M: Edgar? You got a knife?

E: Just my crowbar.

M: Is it sharp?

E: … I’m not going to let you guys use this thing to draw Ruby closer.

M: Fine s- Oh fuck it I give up Sarah you have a knife?

De: Yep… You sure that's a good idea?

M: Even if this is transcribed, we'll be out by the time it's posted.

Eth: Even if it picks up, isn’t Will a bit away now? That “thing” shouldn't hurt us?

M: Wait… Wait wait wait fuck ok Sarah knife we gotta speedrun!

[Delilah(?) throws Mari the knife, both of Mari's hands appear in frame as they use the pocket knife to slice open their right hand and begin waving it around.]

M: Virus can't hurt us. But it could hurt… Will.

Eth:..he wouldn’t just take that. Surely not.

M: He wouldn't have a choice!

Eth: But, he-

M: IT'S A VIRUS DUDE! IT CAN DO THINGS AND WILL CAN'T STOP IT!

E: Guys, no fighting, please. Focus on the plan.

C: Yeah… My head hurts.

De: Also! If we're fighting when we find Ruby we will die.

C: Wait. Ruby will kill us?

M: Edgar explain. Please?

E: I… fine. So… Ruby is… essentially just a killing machine now. Ruthless. So, if we get too distracted during this portion, we’re going to get torn to shreds.

C: Oh.

M: Yeah and uh… Look alive gang. I can see where she is.

[Mari points to a faint green glow just barely in frame, it appears to be coming from a hallway somewhere.]

Eth: Ah, shit.

E: Be ready to start running.

M: Yep.

De: Good thing we stole good boots for this whole Delilah thing.

C: Is now a bad time to mention my breathing isn't great? ‘Asthma’ I think it's called.

De: Me and Mari have a friend with a fucked up lung, don't worry we got you kid.

E: … Why isn’t Ruby walking around?

M: Maybe she's tired?

E: She’s mostly machine at this point. Machines don’t get tired.

M: Microwaves get tired if you cook too much stuff in it!

E: Ruby isn’t a fucking microwave, Mari.

M: IT'S AN EXAMPLE!

[As the group gets closer to the green light, very faint crunching and other wet gross noises are heard.]

Eth: Is she crushing something?..

E: You’re close. I’ve… heard that sound before.

[They slowly turn the corner, and there it is. The creature identified as “Ruby” is seen hunched over, staring down at a body covered in blood. Their eyes seemingly plucked out, the top of their head crushed. And loud wet gross noises are heard as ‘Ruby’ seemingly eats the insides of the body.]

E: [Muttered.] Fucking hell…

M: OI RUBY! OVER HERE STUPID!

[The creature pays no mind to Mari's shouting, instead the sound of more muscles being ripped into are heard.]

E: [Barely audible.] Of all the days to skip fucking breakfast.

C: Stop it. Get some help. Please.

E: How the fuck did you–

C: I'm right next to you. And I can read lips.

E: Ugh, never mind. We should prepare ourselves for running.

M: [Extremely loud.] RUBY YOU BITCH GET OVER HERE!

[Still no response, instead the creature throws a random organ behind them.]

M: HELP!

Eth: I don't know if that’ll work? She’s pretty..fixated.

M: Anyone have a rope!

De: Mari. Why the fuck would any of us have a rope?

E: Hm. Wait here.

[Edgar walks away from the group somewhat, and swings the crowbar at the wall, ripping a large chunk out of it with ease. He grabs it and walks back over to the group before chucking it at ‘Ruby’.]

[‘Ruby’ stops, a distorted growl is heard as it slowly stands up.]

M: That'll do it. COME ON THEN! BRING IT ON!

[‘Ruby’ grabs a rotting arm, sticking it in its own mouth..? What remains of a mouth? Before turning around with a loud creak and mechanical scream. Running at the group.]

M: ALRIGHT TIME TO FUCKING RUN GUYS.

E: YOU DON’T HAVE TO TELL ME TWICE!

[Mari spins around to face the rest of the group before sprinting forward. The loud mechanical footsteps overshadow the noises of the others running.]

C: WHY DO YOU GUYS ALWAYS DO DANGEROUS STUFF! IT MAKES NO SENSE!

E: THIS IS THE PLAN, CASSIDY. THIS IS QUITE LITERALLY THE WHOLE PLAN.

C: WHY DON'T WE JUST RUN OUT A WINDOW! IT WOULD BE SO MUCH FASTER! AND SAFER!

Eth: SECURITY TIGHTENED.

C: WHY!?

E: BECAUSE OF WHAT WE’RE DOING RIGHT NOW, STOP WASTING YOUR BREATH AND JUST FUCKING RUN!

[The group continues running, Cassidy being grabbed by Delilah(?) about halfway through.]

[A second pair of louder footsteps joins the cacophony, echoing off the wall. A shriek is heard from behind the group, causing Edgar’s fist to clench.]

E: [Breathlessly.] Fuck, that thing too?

M: HERE WE FUCKING GO AGAIN.

[Edgar subtly slows down, pushing himself to the back of the group.]

E: I’m moving to the back so you guys won’t trip over me. Just… keep running! Don’t stop for fucking anything!

M: EDGAR I SWEAR TO FUCK IF YOU BREAK OFF I'M GOING TO HIT YOU WITH A FUCKING BAT!

[A long pause.]

E: I’m sorry, Mari.

[The group loses a pair of footsteps, a loud whistle is heard, and the second pair of loud footsteps veers off to the side.]

M: GOD FUCKING DAMNIT DID HE JUST FUCKING LEAVE!

De: Yep.

M: I SWEAR TO GOD IF HE DIES I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD!

Eth: JUST KEEP GOING!

M: I HATE THIS SO FUCKING MUCH GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!

C: Is… Is Rose going to die… If he doesn't get out..?

M: KID WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU… OH.

[The running continues until they eventually after 5 minutes run into a part of the tunnels ‘Ruby’ can't get into.]

Eth: [Between breaths.] Is. Everyone. Okay?

M: NO! I'M PISSED THE FUCK OFF! EDGAR HAD ONE FUCKING JOB AND HE CAN'T EVEN DO THAT GOD FUCKING DAMNIT PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT!

Eth: He..has a plan. He has one.

M: I DOUBT IT! HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A PLAN TO GET OVER THIS HELLHOLE! WHY WOULD HE HAVE A PLAN TO GET OU-

De: Mari. Shut, the fuck. Up. He'll be fine.

Eth: Thank you.

De: No problem. We need to find Will.

Eth: Where would it be, though? I don't know where..

M: Archives.

Eth: Shit, okay. All of us going down there?

M: Bingo, come on.

Eth:..right.[Mari stands up and begins walking once more.]

M: Where's the archives again?

Eth: Down some stairs near the maintenance tunnels, I think. Like, the basement of this place.

M: Ok lead the way I guess.

Eth: on it.

[Ethan walks off in the direction of the archives, in front of the others.]

M: Ight. Let's get this over with.

[After a few seconds, a very faint loud scream is heard.]

M: WHAT THE FUCK.

Eth: That wasn't.. surely..

M: WILL.

Eth: WE NEED TO. GO. NOW.

[The group begins running once more, now in the direction of the archives.]

M: WILL WILL PLEASE GOD BE ALIVE!

Eth: HE HAS TO BE.

[The group begins running down some stairs, one set of footsteps stops though.]

M: SARAH COME O- WHAT THE FUCK!

[In an instant Delilah(?) comes flying down the stairs with Cassidy on her back somehow not injuring herself.]

De: WILL! WILL ARE YOU OK!

[In a brief silence, all that can be heard is some closer, yet still faint sobbing. It sounds incredibly distressed, and painful.]

M: WILLIAM!

[Mari continues running through the area, eventually stopping.]

M: WILL! IT'S MARI WHERE ARE YOU?

[The crying continues, not Muffled. It pauses for a second, before a voice shakily calls out.]

W: M-M-Mari?..

M: YEAH! IT'S ME!.. I… WHERE ARE YOU?

W: I..I can't.. I don't..it's dark, Mari, I can't.. it hurts!..

M: Oh… No no no no no no no.

[Mari finally finds William. He's lying on the floor, In front of a large pile of files. Surrounding him, a pool of crimson blood stains its clothes and the paperwork near him. A knife is seen lying nearby, similarly painted a dark red, along with what appears to be..an optic nerve beside some wires. Will appears turned away from the camera, grasping at his face as it cries.]

M: Will… What happened? I… Fuck fuck GOD DAMNIT!

[He visibly flinches at the sounds around him.]

W: She-She was watching through, through my eyes that's- that's how Xe was seeing- seeing everything. She wanted to stop you guys getting out- i-i couldn't let her I couldn't!

[Will appears to begin crying again, his breathing hitching.]

De: [Kinda distant.] WHAT HAPPENED IS WILL OK?

M: Jesus fuck… I…

[Mari audibly can be heard getting angry, before eventually just screaming.]

M: STUPID FUCKING MALL! WHY CAN'T THESE STUPID CUNTS JUST LET YOU LIVE LIFE! GOD FUCKING STUPID BITCH!

[Multiple footsteps are heard running up to Mari and by extension Will.]

W: Mari, It-it hurts so much, I can't- can't think, it just- it hurts!

M: It's ok I'm here w- We're… Almost all here.

W: Al…most?- [He interrupts itself with a cry, after moving its head.] P-please..

M: Edgar fucking ran off, I’m sorry but we need to go now.

De: WRAP UP WILL'S DAMN HEAD FIRST!

C: I have my jacket we can wrap around it?

[Mari pulls Cassidy into frame, ripping off one of her sleeves.]

[Will tries to move towards the sounds,but yelps again and pulls back, revealing a bit of his face to the camera. It's bloodstained, wet from both tears and blood.]

M: Jesus… Fucking… Christ.

W: I-im sorry, I didnt- I cant- it hurts!

M: It’s ok.

[Mari takes the blue sleeve and begins attempting to wrap it around Will's head. Before having Cassidy's whole suit jacket thrown at them to wrap around Will's head.]

W: There was..wires. there was wires. There..

M: I… I swear to god I'm going to burn this mall to the fucking ground. IF THESE SHOWFUCKS DON'T LEAVE YOU ALONE!

W: I..feel w-weird..

M: Yeah uh I bet… Wait. Sarah, are you realising what I'm realising?

De: That, if what happened to Will got transcribed we need to hurry up? Yeah.

M: Ok Will, Imma just carry you like a wet cat on my shoulder ok?

[Mari finishes wrapping the suit around Will's head before standing fully up.]

W: O-kay, I.. don't k-know if I can stand.

M: Yep got it.

[Mari bends down and grabs William. Its arms dangle over the camera making things a tiny bit harder to see. As Mari and the rest of the group begin walking out of the archives.]

W: I-im sorry, I couldn't let xer..

M: It’s fine Will. It's fucking fine, we need to find Rose and Sparrow and then fucking go.

W: R-right, I'm.. very dizzy..

M: Rest if need be. We'll be fine.

W: O-okay, I'm just..gonna..

[Will's head hits something, presumably Mari's shoulder as it passes out.]

De: Fucking hell…

[No one speaks for a few minutes as they leave the tunnels, they continue walking until someone can be seen running from a distance.]

De: Ethan. Take my knife just in case.

Eth: On it.

[Delilah(?) can be heard slipping Ethan a knife. As the group gets closer to the woman it's clear the woman is Rose, noticeably shaken up.]

M: Where's Sparrow?

R: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO WILL?

M: V1rus. What happened to Sparrow?

R: DUNNO! Where's dad?

M: Ran off without us like always. ETHAN QUIT TAKING WEAPONS GIVE ME THE KNIFE.

Eth: Sarah? Do I?-

De: No! It's my knife anyways and we need to get going!

M: FINE!

R: Oh hey Ethan.

Eth: Hey Rose! You ain't getting this either.

R: I have a gun. So like. Cool.

Eth: Yeah that. Checks out.

R: Yeah. Anyhoo come on guys.

M: Ethan. Make sure Will doesn't fall please?

Eth: Yeah, I.. I got him, you're good.

M: Sick.

[Thus, the footsteps start back up. Walking through the creepy mall as they have been doing for months before.]

Eth: Where do we think Sparrow is?

M: Hopefully heading where we're going which is… Ok fuck where's the map?

Eth: Uhh..

R: It's fine. I know this hellhole like the back of my fucking hand come on guys.

[Rose begins walking in front of the rest of the group, seemingly leading them… Somewhere.]

[Will moves a bit, attempting to move his head. However, he lets out a whimper and resumes his previous position.]

R: Is he going to be ok?

Eth: He..I think he's going to be blind. Permanently.

R: No shit I can tell cuz the bandages over his eyes.

Eth: Then I'm sorry for answering your question! [His tone is light, seemingly joking.]

[Rose chuckles, before stopping. Seemingly seeing something.]

M: You good?

R: Ethan give me the knife please.

[Ethan hands it over, albeit hesitantly.]

R: Thanks.

[Rose begins walking off the path she was headed, as the group gets closer it's clear who she saw.]

R: WHAT DID YOU DO YOU SELFISH BITCH!

[Rose grabs the person by the shirt collar, holding a knife to their gut. Who it is remains unseen thanks to both Rose's body and William's arms.]

?: I TRIED! ROSE I SWEAR TO GOD I TRIED!

[Voice identified: Emi Henderson.]

R: YOU DIDN'T TRY SHIT! WHAT DID YOU DO TO SPARROW!

Em: NOTHING I SWEAR TO YOU!

Eth: Rose, who's. Who's this?

M: Emi, Rose's half sister who she accidentally killed when trying to escape once. She now wants to kill Rose for good.

Eth: Oh. OH. THIS? IS THAT ONE?

R: Yep!

Em: HEY COME ON NOW! IT'S NOT EVEN SPARROW'S BLOOD!

R: WHO’S BLOOD IS IT?

Em: RANDOM DEAD BODY A SECURITY THREW!

R: BULLSHIT!

Em: ON GOD!

[Rose throws Emi to the ground, revealing her to be covered in blood holding the purple music box.]

R: Where's Sparrow?

Em: I-

R: NOW.

Em: Fine fine… I'll fucking. Take you idiots to them.

[Just then, a loud mechanical scream is heard off in the distance.]

Eth: You better make this fucking quick, somethings heard us.

Em: Probably Ruby knowing our luck.

R: Go fuck yourself. And start walking?

[Emi chooses not to respond and instead begins walking, spending 7 minutes walking around before stopping.]

Eth: Is this..?

Em: One more turn.

R: Hurry up before I rip out your throat.

Em: Fine! Fine!

[Emi leads the group to turn a corner, and there on a wall. Is Sparrow, taped up with a cracked and painted Showfall mask dangling from their neck. Blood slowly drips from their head and arms.]

Eth: You..You fucking monster.

Em: [Between slow claps.] Ha… I like you Ethan. You're a smart one.

De: You painted the mask like a…

Em: Marionette doll! Yep! Honestly less painted and more drew on with markers.

W:..fucking..bitch..

Em: Come on! Still better than what Mai did with them… I just put the poor brat out of their misery.

[Ethan darts forward, aiming for Sparrow, but can't reach them. Emi reaches a leg forward and trips Ethan, almost like a bully in a high-school movie.]

Em: Nope! Not happening, in all honesty your best chance at stopping me is to shoot me… But I know you idiot's need the ammo.

[Ethan looks behind him, at Rose.]

R: God fucking damnit… I… Why? We had a fucking deal!

Em: YOU THINK YOU HAVE ALL THE POWER HERE RIGHT? LIKE YOUR A FUCKING HERO? GUESS WHAT! THE LAST PERSON IN THIS HELLHOLE TO BE CONSIDERED A HERO GOT THEIR HEAD CRUSHED BY A SPIKED BOX AND DIED! THIS ISN’T A FUCKING FANTASY BOOK WHERE GOOD PEOPLE WIN!

Eth: Wh…you don't.. no. You're lying.

[Ethan appears severely shocked, and a little worried.]

Em: Oh please! We're far past the point of lying! Ranboo's dead! Been dead for… A while now.

Eth: Why..nobody.. .no. no!

Em: Oh… Oh damn. Well in Rose's defence at least she didn't know until recently either.

R: Why do this now?

Em: Put on a little show! Once the other higher-ups find out I escaped with Ruby once and could talk about this company any damn time I'll probably be killed. So might as well have fun while it lasts right?

C: You… YOU BIG JERK!

[Cassidy pushes past Mari and Delilah(?) in an attempt to attack Emi, only to be grabbed by the hair by Emi.]

Eth: Take your hands off the fucking kid!

Em: No. Why do that… When Murder is way more fun at this point! Besides, the enemy of my enemy is my friend right? So… Might as well help showfall before they have me ripped in half!

W: Fucking..leave them..alone!.

Em: Shut up Will! God… Virus should've made you stab your heart instead.

W:...asshat.

Em: Freak.

R: SHUT UP! YOU BITCH!

Em: Anyway… Say goodbye to Cassidy everyone!

[Cassidy struggles to get out of Emi's grasp, only to fail.]

W: Please just..leave..them be!..

Em: NOPE!

[As Emi goes to stab Cassidy, Rose runs forward from the left. Pushing Cassidy out of the way and being stabbed in the side by Emi. Emi appears genuinely confused, before laughing.]

Em: YOU TOOK THE FUCKING STAB?

R: [Pained.] F- Fuck you.

[Emi kicks Rose off the knife, the woman falls to the ground holding the area where she was stabbed as Cassidy runs over to check on them.]

C: MS. ROSE! PLEASE BE OK I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M REALLY SORRY!

R: [Between coughing.] Don't… Apologise… It's fine…

Em: UGH! Idiots come on! Taking you dumbfucks to Mai's office.

W: ..Rose?..

R: [Still coughing.] Hey… Will…

W: What..happened? I don't..

Em: I stabbed her in the side. Now come on.

R: I'll… Be… Fine.

[Will moves his arms in the direction of Emi, attempting to grab at them. Only for Emi to laugh.]

Em: Nice try stupid!

R: E- Ethan… Come here…

[Ethan moves over towards Rose, leaning down to her level]

[Rose whispers something in Ethan's ear, seemingly being as serious as possible.]

R: S- stay… Safe…

[Ethan solemnly nods.]

Em: COME ON YOU FUCKERS.

Eth: SHUT THE FUCK UP!

C: W- We should go… We need to get out… We owe it to everyone.

[Ethan nods.]

Em: COME ON THEN!

[Cassidy stands up. Signalling Emi to go first.]

Em: My pleasure.

[Emi begins leading the group away from Rose and Sparrow, as Mari walks past Rose she seemingly squeezes their right leg twice.]

M: [Whispered.] Will. She's still alive for now, just act like we were forced to leave her for dead.

W: [Whispered] Thank you..on it.

Em: Feels nice knowing she'll finally be dead soon.

W: [Louder] Shut.

Em: Even if the blood loss or kidney damage doesn't kill her… If Edgar dies, or gets remasked. Hell she'll do my job for me!

Eth: He said. Shut up.

Em: No. I won you morons.

[Will's head jerks up, although he does yelp a bit in pain.]

W: Shut the Fuck up! You fucking coward!

Em: You lost to a virus. Who's the bigger coward?

W: It's fucking dead!

Em: Viruses can't die stupid.

W: I got rid of the..mechanism for it. It's gone.

Em: Until Showfall leads you back and puts it back in.

Eth: it's not gonna happen. We're making sure of it.

Em: You guys said that about Edgar. And Rose. In fact I think Rose said that about Edgar TWICE.

Eth: Shut up.

Em: No!

[Will coughs, moving his head away as he splutters up blood.]

M: You good?

W: It's.. fine. I don't.. It's fine.

M: Not really. You're going to the doctor later.

W: No. I..don't. No.

M: You’re coughing up blood. You've had both eyes ripped out in the span of a few months. You've been beaten up by everyone under the goddamn sun. You’re going to see a doctor. At least for a day.

W: Please. I can't.. please.

M: We'll all go with you… Except Edgar. From what I understand he's banned from visiting.

W:I can't Mari I can't not again..please.

M: Why not? Please tell me?

W: ..surgery. Hetch did..surgery..

M: Oh… Wait… Who is Hetch?

[Ethan looks over.]

Eth: that's the..thats the boss of this place. The one who organised those shows for Edgar. The one who…killed Ranboo. The one who..they're just. Fucked up. I remember Will telling me about what they did.

M: Oh… WAIT. If Hetch is the boss. And is here. WHY THE FUCK DO CEO AND MANAGER HAVE TO BE HERE? Can't the boss of this hellhole do shit themselves.

Eth: They just..don't care it seems. Focused on their shows and writing.

M: Cringe.

Eth: That's the one who put Edgar in the corpse closets.

M: Double cringe.

[Emi stops, in front of a broken purple door. The doorknob seemingly missing as she kicks the door wide open.]

Em: We're here fuckers.

Eth: What now.

Em: Your escape route. Simple as that.

[Emi attempts to walk behind the group, but is followed by Mari and by extension the camera. Emi stops at the doorway and begins laughing.]

Eth: What.

Em: [Between laughing.] You idiot's… Really thought you could get everyone out?

Eth:...We all knew the risks.

Em: But you still couldn't do anything. Edgar will be dead or remasked before you morons can get out of the forest knowing him, and with Rose and Sparrow dead. You guys outside… Who's going to save him?

W: ..Mari. Put me down.

M: Not happening, I made a promise to Edgar and Rose. You’re getting out, Edgar will be fine.

W: Mari.

M: Will.

Em: EMI! Anyway it's uh… I'm not letting any of you idiot's leave this room anyway unless it's out that window.

W: Then not leaving. Room.

M: Edgar and Rose would both want you to get out and away from here! It's not your job to protect everyone anymore. HELL YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE! So like… How are you supposed to even survive here?

De: Yeah uh Will… I doubt you'd be able to survive here blind.

W: …could try.

De: THAT’S SUICIDE WILL!

[Will simply shrugs.]

Em: I say let the idiot try. Worst case scenario the monster you all call a friend dies.

C: Mr. William, I'm not permitted to swear. Can you please string together some swear words for Emi for me?

W: Uhhhh…three inch fool?

C: I meant actually swears. Like um

M: She means words like fuck, shit, bitch, ass.

Em: I could still stab you all y'know?

W: Fool?

C: No I meant… Swear for me please.

W: Ah. Grossly misinterpreted what you said. Emi, you're a bitch-ass motherfucker who smells like shit. Better?

C: YIPPEE!

Em: The blue idiot is the only one of you who doesn't smell of blood.

W: No shit, sherlock.

Em: ANYWAY. Leave before I start stabbing.

[Mari seemingly spots something out of frame, sighing.]

M: No.

Em: What?

M: Na.

Em: Why?

M: Uhhhhhhh Three. Two. One.

[Just then, the sound of something hitting Emi in the right knee is heard. The camera follows Emi as she falls to the ground. Before turning back to reveal Rose, holding Sparrow on her back, both of them wrapped up with various parts of clothing. As she holds a now cracked 2 by 4 board.]

Sp: [Weak.] GET CROWBARRED… GET 2 BY 4ED BITCH.

R: [Between coughing.] Fucking christ you have a bony kneecap.

W: They're here! Fuck yeah!

R: Told you I'd be fine.

Em: HOW! SPARROW I CHECKED YOUR PULSE TWICE!

Sp: Found out how to slow my pulse down just enough, to not be felt by hand or something.

Em: I STABBED YOU IN THE KIDNEY!

[Rose looks at Emi, almost… Happy.]

R: Nope!

Em: W- What?

R: Had to have that kidney removed when I was little thanks to complications. It's why I attacked from the left, not the right.

Sp: Will… You ok?

W: Y-Yeah! Fucking great!

Sp: Are your eyes fucked up? Bandaged.

W: Uhm..long story.

Em: One that you fucking bastards won't live to hear!

R: Someone take Sparrow. Please?

[Just then, Sparrow notices something out of frame.]

Sp: MY WAGON!

Em: I knew I threw it somewhere…

R: Sarah?

De: Yep.

[Delilah(?) walks in frame grabbing Sparrow, before walking out of frame.]

R: Will, sorry I made you worry… Honestly I'm glad I didn't bleed out.

W: No, it's! It's fine, I'm just fucking happy you're okay!

R: Cool.

Em: I told you! Your best chance of stopping me was to shoot me.

R: Oh I plan to. But first.

[Mari turns to face the window, which after a few seconds. Is shot by Rose, shattering.]

M: William, We're going to leave last okay?

W: Y-yeah, that's. That's fine.

M: Ok.

R: Get the kids out first.

[Emi gets up as the sound of a wagon being thrown out of a window is heard.]

W: Mari, If any help is needed..

M: I'll help.

De: I'll be busy, come on kids.

C: Yes ma'am.

Sp: I am, quite literally, on your back.

Em: ENOUGH. GET OVER HERE ROSE!

[Emi runs towards Rose and they begin fighting. The sounds of punches and kicks are heard in the background as Mari turns around to help get Delilah and Cassidy out the window.]

M: Ok just move slowly, lotta broken glass.

Em: GO TO HELL!

R: EMI WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME!

[The fighting continues, someone being thrown on the floor can be heard.]

W: Mari, what's going on over there?

M: Uhhh.

[The sound of Mari turning their head is heard.]

M: Rose and Emi are beating the snot out of each other. Can't tell who's winning.

[The fighting continues in the background, a loud bang is heard.]

W: What was that?

[Mari full body turns, Emi and Rose both on the ground. Emi stands up slowly, placing her right foot on Rose's stomach. Laughing.]

Em: STOP. COMING. BACK!

R: F- Fuck… N- Not good…

W: Rose?.. You..You have to get up..please!..

Em: YOU’RE GOING TO DIE AS YOU LIVED ROSE. A MONST-

[A loud snap is heard as Rose bites into Emi's shin, ripping off a chunk of flesh as Emi falls to the ground screaming.]

Em: WHY THE FUCK DO ALL OF YOU DO THAT!?

[Rose shivers.]

R: Ew. Ok yeah that was gross ew

W: Did it? Work?

M: ROSE RIPPED A CHUNK OUT THIS BITCHES LEG! YAHOO!

Em: YOU FUCKING MONSTER I-

[Just then, Emi is cut off by a loud mechanical scream close by.]

W: Rose! We all need to go!

R: Not yet.

[Emi slowly stands up, running at Rose with a knife as the footsteps get louder.]

[Will makes an unsettled sound, and his arms appear to move a bit tighter around Mari.]

Em: GO TO FUCKING HELL!

R: I'm sorry for everything.

[Emi stops, the metal footsteps do not. She walks over to the doorway slowly, almost… Having realised she's lost.]

Em: I'll never forgive you.

[In an instant green light engulfs the room as ‘Ruby’ rips through the doorway to grab Emi, who screams as the monster begins tearing at her. Starting with the arms which get snapped spraying blood around the room as bone and muscle are twisted, then the legs. Grabbed and used to slam Emi into the ground like an old plush, before also being snapped and torn off. Emi's screams get weaker as the monster lifts her up, digging one hand into her lower and one hand into her upper torso before snapping her open like an old meatstick, killing her with guts and organs falling out of what remains. The monster throws the body into the room, flesh and other bits landing on Rose.]

M: Jesus fuck-

W: That sounded..uhm...

[The monster turns it's head to face Rose and by extension Mari and the camera. Rose slowly backs up.]

M: Rose come on.

R: Taser.

M: W- What.

R: Trust me. Give me the taser. Cassidy gave it to you right?

W: What's…?

[Mari can be heard and faintly seen digging for the taser in their pocket as Rose uses a thicker string to tie one of Emi's knives to her gun, holding the gun and knife in one hand, and the string in her mouth.]

R: Hurry up running out of room.

M: GOT IT!

[Mari throws the taser at Rose as ‘Ruby’ runs at her, the monster attempts to grab Rose but is tased with an electrical crack as it screams.]

W: [quietly.] Whats- what's going on?..

M: Dunno.

[Rose runs to the stunned monster before stabbing in with the knife tied to the gun.]

R: [Almost crying.] I am… So sorry.

[After a few seconds a gunshot is heard, Rose pulls the weapon out of the monster's chest and steps back. As the monster begins… Bleeding.]

R: I… I…

[Rose falls down onto the floor, after a few seconds of wobbling. The monster follows suit, before it can hit the ground Rose grabs it. Then, seemingly using its last bit of energy. A distorted voice sounds from the creature.]

?: T- than..k… Y- ou… f- for… L- L- liv… ing.

W: Wh….

R: R- Ruby..?

[The rotting lump of wires and flesh goes limp, having used its last bit of energy to speak.]

W: Was that?..

[Rose begins crying, holding the head of the monster before looking at Mari.]

M: Need help?

R: Please..?

M: Will hold on bud.

W: M-mhm.

[Mari walks over to Rose helping her get up, before they each grab an arm of the corpse. Dragging it over to the window.]

M: Ok how should we do this? Will, any ideas?

W: What are you doing?..

M: Dragging Ruby's corpse out the window.

W: Warn, the others down there?

[Mari shouts.]

M: OI! KNOCK KNOCK

De: [Kinda distant.] WHO'S THERE!

M: BUTTER!

De: [Still distant.] BUTTER WHO?

M: BUTTER BE GLAD YOU ALREADY SMELL LIKE BLOOD!

[Mari and Rose grab the corpse and slowly drop it out the window leading to a loud scream.]

De: [Distant.] GOD DAMNIT MARI SPARROW IS DOWN HERE!

M: SORRY!

R: Thank… You.

M: Yeah, anytime dude. Will ready to uh live?

W: ..don't know?.

M: I'll ask Ness to buy you uh… What do you want from the pizza place?

W: ..what's there?

M: Breadsticks, cheesy bread, any pizza you want, salad. Y'know the usual.

W: I..don't know the usual honestly. Could I think about it?.

M: Sure uh… Welp Rose you first.

R: You first.

M: No you.

R: No you.

M: No you.

W: I'm a tiebreaker, Rose you go first.

R: Fine.

M: Be careful you still have Peony rig- What the fuck are you doing?

[Rose begins stepping backwards.]

R: Remember. Keep your arms and legs inside the window.

M: Rose don't you dare.

R: AND I'M OUTTA HERE!

[Rose runs past Mari and hops out the window, after a few seconds a thunk is heard and Rose shouts.]

R: [Kinda distant.] I'M OK!

W: Did she just? Properly throw themself out?

M: Rose fucking sprint jumped out the window.

W: Oh gods. Please don't. Please.

M: I'm not. I… Don't have a rope. Ok hold on tight dude.

W: Oh gods, Oh gods oh gods!-

[Mari leans out the window and slowly climb out to the ledge. Will's arms are seen to be trying to gasp one another, but slowly appear to be slipping.]

De: I'LL CATCH YOU!

W: A-ARE YOU SURE?

De: YES! I WOULDN'T OFFER IF I WASN'T SURE!

W: Okay, okay, okay-

[As Will says this, his hands visibly slip, and he drops from view, yelling as it falls.]

[No thud is heard, only Delilah(?) sighing.]

De: Been a minute since I had to catch someone honestly.

W: Thank you so much thank you thank you thank you-

De: No problem dude. Mari, come now!

M: BET!

[The camera shakes as Mari jumps down, landing on both feet. Before starting to laugh.]

M: Will… We… We fucking did it…

W: I..this..it's..

[He sounds odd. Almost..repressing something.]

M: Give me. One moment I made a promise to someone.

[Mari sighs, before jumping up and down in celebration.]

M: FUCK YES! HAHA! FUCK THIS MALL. FUCK MANAGER. FUCK SQUIG. FUCK IRIS. FUCK S.V2. FUCK NICHOLAS. FUCK MAI. AND FUCK EMI! I'M OUT HAHA YES GOD FUCKING DAMNIT YES!

W: AND FUCK HETCH!

M: YOU'RE GODDAMN RIGHT!

[The camera shakes as Mari continues celebrating, it lasts 30 seconds before stopping on Rose. Who is sitting there removing the knife from the gun.]

M: Rose?

R: One bullet.

M: W- What?

R: I made a promise, Mari. We both get out or neither of us do.

W: No. No Rose he's coming out.

R: If he isn't out by late tonight. I'm done Will.

W: But…you said you wouldn't.. Rose please..

R: I said I wouldn't do this if Mari didn't get him unmasked… Which They did.

W:..please. please dude.

R: I can't do it anymore Will. I can't lose him anymore.

W: You won't, just..hold on. Please..

R: Late night. That's it. That's all you're getting from me.

W: ….please..

R: I can't. Mari… Take the kids to Jenny. Get Will safe.

M: Y- You got it…

W: N-no. Don't you dare.

R: Will I'm sorry.

[Mari turns towards Delilah(?) grabbing Will and putting him back on their shoulder. It begins to struggle, trying to wriggle out of their grip.]

W: N-NO! LET GO!

M: I'm sorry. Rose is going to be ok… I promise.

W: Please.. mari, please..

[It's voice cracks and wavers.]

M: We have to go.

W: i-i can stay! I'll be fine! Please!

M: No you won't. You're hurt.

C: Transcripts on.

M: Ok cool. End transcript.

[Transcript end.]

#((OOC) There might actually be too many TW's to tag... Sorry.#showfall ask blog #encoreverse blog #transcript

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wolfkid888-blog · 1 year ago

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A new story Idea

Story idea: Manhwa FL / Elqueeness OC

I just got this inspiration randomly while reading wattpad. There was literally VERY few FL with F!OC/reader so i thought why not. These women deserve to be treated better than their trashy family/fiance/husband. My dear Zariya, the light spirit king will treat you better!!!

I know its already a fact but GODDAMNIT THESE WOMEN ARE HOT!!! I think I have a thing for psycho women cos FUCK Medea and Roxana are HOT AS HELL! Die you shitty prince and duke agriche! Suffer! Navier don't cry! Sovieshit does not deserve you! Its he whose infertile not you! Zariya would make sure your healed if you were! Izek, Ellen, bitch that doesnt deserve a name call out and the shitty family (except Enzo) go fuck urself! How dare you hurt Ruby like this! She's not a puppet for you to use as a prostitute and she most certaintly did not poison that bitch! Use your eyes for once Izek! Are you people selectively blind or born dumb?! Do u even have a brain?!

(Yeaaaaaaaaa, I needed to get that out of my chest. That felt good.)

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vampsickle · 2 years ago

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on a leash. ☆ ( dmc4 ) dante

☆ tags - use of petnames, degradation if you squint, petplay? idk.. no plot at all. its just p*rn lol, u grind on his boot lawl, yea... afab reader but there's no use of fem pronouns.

☆ wc - 416

☆ a/n - finally doing the requests i got ^_^ anyway, i just thought this kinda.. fit dante tbh. 4dante bc hes a damn pervy freak !! anyway, i'll probably keep these a little short n simple bc i can't be damned to go over 1k words for this. anywayyyyy..

☆ synopsis - dante puts you on a leash and decides to mess around with you, just for his own amusement.

The collar that had been placed on your neck was ruby red, small spikes encircled around the entire piece of leather. Dante tugs on the leash, pulling you closer, that same smug smile on his face. He’s clearly getting off to this, seeing you on your knees, so obedient. His cock is out and he slowly strokes himself, chewing on his lip, white hair has fallen over his eyes. Every time you try to lean in closer, just close enough that you can put your mouth on him, he pushes you away. You whine every time, your pussy pulsating with need, and your thighs burn. You’re hovering over his boot, the slick from your heat running down your thighs and dripping onto the leather.

His eyes glimmer with amusement, swiping his thumb over his tip and collecting the pre-come that’s leaked out, his heart racing just as fast as yours.

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already wet.”

Your breath hitches in your throat and you tentatively lift your head to meet his searing gaze, eyes watering, yet your entire body tingles with desire.

“Please, Dante.. I can’t— I can’t take it anymore,”

Dante lifts his boot, the cool feeling against your core makes you jolt, and you cry out. Your body was so hot, it was so painful, and that one touch was almost enough to make you cum. He continues to rub the tip of his boot against your folds, and your face falls forward onto his thigh, practically drooling on him. Just like a dog.

“Such a good puppy.. If you need it so bad, then you can get off on my thigh, baby.”

Tears roll down your flushed cheeks, as your eyes squeeze shut, and you begin to move your hips on his shoe. Dante pumps himself in time with the swaying of your hips on his boot, his breath quickening, cock twitching in his hand.

“That’s it, baby.. That’s how bad you want it, huh? That you’d get off on my boot? Damn—“

You nod frantically, sobbing and crying out his name, now moving faster. He groans, grabbing your bicep hard enough to bruise, pulling you up so you’re face to face with him. Calloused hands move to your hips, and he moves you so you hover over his cock. Dante’s eager as well, his patience has worn thin, and he couldn’t just let you cum on his boot. You deserve better than that.

“Goddamn.. I’m going to ruin you.”

#short n 2 the point...#dante x reader #dante dmc smut #dmc smut #dmc4 smut #dante smut #dmc x reader #dmc x reader smut #writing tag

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4acoffee · 3 years ago

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Came a Time... (Starfall)

Synopsis: A wandering prince finds a strange tower in the middle of the woods. After learning that it’s inhabited by an angry princess cursed with immortality, Katsuki decides that he’d be the one to save her. Easy enough, right? It should be, if only said princess would believe him, — and the giant prince-eating dragon guarding the tower.

Pairing: Fantasy! Bakugou x Immortal! Reader

Word Count: Just around 600, vv short for p.1

Genres n' Warnings: Fantasy AU, Sorta Angst later, Immortal reader, some stabbing but vv later on

Notes: Nooo why would I start another series rn, I still have like 15 wips i could be working on whayyyy.

Extra points if u know what the title is from

masterlist

Katsuki winced as yet another thorn dug into his skin and left a long bloody scratch along the outside of his arm. He grimaced and rubbed the skin around the scratch, which was quickly becoming more and more swollen as he trudged on through the thick underbrush.

He paused for a moment to look around him,―The forest seemed to get denser with each step he took, even at midday, only the smallest bit of light filtered through the thick canopy from overhead to warm his chilled skin. Gnarled branches on ancient trees grew so long they almost reached the ground, thick thorny bushes grew in nearly every direction under his feet, and the occasional howl of some creature echoed far off in the distance.

It was as if the very forest was urging him to leave, and any other reasonable person in his position would have turned back by now, ― but that’s only because they’re all cowards, he thought.

Scowling, he rolled his shoulders clad in just his tunic and continued forward. Having given up on avoiding any more injuries today, Katsuki now more plowed his way through the forest than walked. His mother was surely going to give him hell about this when he got home, but he would face her wrath later.

Angrily snapping branches that were in his way and stomping the life of any shrubbery under his feet, he made it about a couple feet before his next step was met with no solid ground, and he tumbled face-first down the side of a rocky outcropping.

Groaning painfully, he rolled onto his back and squinted as the sun temporarily blinded him and his eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden change in light.

Sitting up, he looked around to see he was lying in a large open field. The circular space was surrounded by a wall of earth on all sides. This place must have been the impact site of a fallen rock many years ago.

Still, that wasn’t the strangest part.

Ruby eyes narrowed. This spot was hundreds of miles away from the nearest civilization, and the locals knew better than to go wandering around this side of the woods.

And yet, directly in the center of the crater, ― sat an enormous structure. A tower made fully out of coal-black stone and covered in thick vines of dark ivy loomed over him like a bad omen. Clearly, it was abandoned and had been sitting here for a long time.

Around the tower was a cobblestone wall, which unlike the rest of the building, seemed as if it was just recently built, with no mildew or cracks, not even a single vine grew over it. And there was something off about it, the more he stared, the more it seemed the stones seemed to shimmer and bend in the light like ripples of water.

He felt a strange feeling build up chest from the bottom of his spine as his shoulders tensed.

Was he being watched?

Standing up, Katsuki ignored the sharp burst of pain that traveled up his leg, and slowly made his way to the structure.

His eyes trailed up the side of the tower as he walked, up and up and, — there!

At the very top of the building was a small balcony with flowing white curtains, — he stared unblinkingly at the spot, where he could have sworn he just saw...

He stilled as a shadow darted past the curtains, there was no mistaking it this time.

Katsuki's hand instinctively went to the hilt of the sword at his side as he realized ―

There was something inside.

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Hmm? Taglist?

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drkbluedream · 3 years ago

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Little crush

You are one of Beidou's crew. Just an ordinary one. But you tbh hoping for more. You have been crushing on her ever since she helped you when you got attacked by Fatui. You even join The Crux to know her better. Well she didn't remember you but you don't mind that. One day, probably your lucky day, you got a chance that you probably won't get it anymore.

"HEY, YOUNG LADY DOWN THERE" a familiar voice makes your work stopped. You stop mopping the deck and look up. It's Captain Beidou. You look around and none of them stop working. It's just you.

"You ask for me Captain?" You asked her, confused. Beidou just nodded and gave a hand sign for u to come to her quarterdeck. Without repeating herself, she just goes in.

Scared of the skipper waiting for you, you leave your stuff there and walk fast to Beidou's quarterdeck. You are right now just standing silently in front of the door. "Should i knock?" You mutter to yourself.

"Just come in. I saw your shadow from here" she said. You enter the quarterdeck. From the entrance, you can see Beidou sitting on her desk with a few pieces of paper in her hand. Rather than paper, you could say it's.. photograph.

"You know, while walking around the cabin to catch the crew who were slacking off, I saw.. a rather interesting thing." She shows you the picture in her hand. "It's a pic, of myself. Care to explain yourself?"

You were sweating, don't know how to respond. You grip yourself and bite your lips. You're panicking. You admit it's yours. You have it because Beidou has been your crush for a while. Even the reason you choose to work as a crew of The Crux is because of her.

"Are you a spy?" She raises her eyebrow. Without hesitating, you shake your head and step forward. "It's not like that"

"I-- I.. uhh" you are trying to explain yourself. It's not like you can straight tell her about your feelings. You're scared if she'll find yourself weird about having a crush of the same gender. This kind of thought makes you wanna cry.

"I'm waiting" she hugged herself. Waiting for your explanation. "What is it y/n? Just say it. I don't mind."

Well if she said that.. you take a deep breath and "I actually have a crush on you, Captain" you say it in one breath as u close your eyes. You did it. And now you wanna die.

You hear she chuckle. Then you hear steps coming towards you. You concern. Why is she coming closer?is she gonna expose me? Or she's gonna kill you to shut your mouth for the sake of peace?

"Hey, eyes on me" Beidou said as she grabbed your cheek to make sure your eyes met. She's taller than you. That makes you look up to meet her eye. Her deep ruby colored eye look at your eyes deeply. Probably trying to find the truth.

Your face becomes red because of how close you and Beidou are right now. So close that you can feel her breath. You can't help but look at Beidou's lips.

"Why don't you kiss it?" She teases you. Your eyes widened as you look back to her eye.

"C-can i?" You stutter. Trying to make sure of what you hear just now is real.

Beidou just nodded a little as she looked at your lips. You slowly close the gaps between you to touch her lips with yours. Then you instantly step away with your hand on your mouth. Did you really kiss her??

"It's not a kiss stupid" Beidou said that as she grab your head and bring you close to her. Your lips are touched. She slipped her tongue to your mouth and played with your tongue. She closes the door behind you as she pushes you to the wall.

She breaks the kiss and lets you breathe. "Are you ok with it?" Said her as she was stroking your cheeks and looking at you with loving eyes. Her fingers start touching your lips as you remain silent for a while "I asked, are you ok with it? Can we continue?"

You grab Beidou's hand. "I've.. never done it before. So I'm not sure if my little experience will please you, Captain"

This time Beidou remains silent. But she didn't break the eye contact. She's looking at you as she is waiting for something. That means what u replied before wasn't the answer she wanted. "But.. but if Captain is fine with it, I definitely fine with it"

You can see her eyebrows twitching like she's so excited with your answer. Beidou's finger rubbing your lips and slowly letting her thumbs in your mouth. Without resisting you just open your mouth. You try your best to not accidentally bite her thumb. Her smile widened.

"You are such a good girl. Just follow my lead"

I tbh want to write nsfw but.. I lost my confidence. Help. I want to call her mommy also.

There'll be PROBABLY part 2 of u and Beidou making out. And please leave comments. I tbh want to interact with u guys.

#beidou #genshin x reader #wlw ship #beidou x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin beidou #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #baedou

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ramp-it-up · 4 years ago

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...And Forever

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Enhanced!Reader; Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

AU: MCU A/U, after TFATWS

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk. Alternate MCU facts/timeline, lies, cursing, angst, oral, (F, M receiving) fingering, spit play rank kink, size kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), sex on a pool table, semi-public sex, a special surprise, stalker-ish behavior, almost Dark!Steve? Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N: I am an MCU nerd but not a timeline detail gal. Please forgive me if the timeline is off. This is an alternate universe and a work of fiction. Please have fun with it! This is the second part to Always. Enjoy!

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You opened your eyes to see that you were in what looked like a break room. There was a coffee machine, a round table with five chairs, a row of lockers, two Captain Americas, and a Winter Soldier.

There was some strange conversation going on.

“Then who gave me the shield at the lake…?”

Sam was questioning Steve, but he stopped talking when you started moving around. You must have still been in the wedding venue, because you saw the name of the historic building on various items in the room.

You scowled up at Sam, Bucky and Steve.

You moved to sit up and Steve was at your side. “Easy…”

“Sweetheart, are you okay?”

You squinted at Steve. His hair was shorter and he was clean shaven, but he was still gorgeous. Those blue eyes were full of concern.

You raised your hand, and he held it, holding it and caressing it as you raised it to his face.

“Is it really you?”

Steve smiled ruefully at you. “Yeah, it’s me.”

You held his cheek and looked at him, bringing your other hand up to the other side of his face. He smiled at you.

You grabbed him and hugged him hard, and then pulled back again as he held you in his arms. He moved back and pursed those ruby red lips.

You had this irresistible urge to...slap the shit out of him. And so you did.

The sound reverberated in the room. Steve just stared up at you, with that fucking beautiful face, and then smiled, rubbing his jaw as if it hurt.

But you knew it didn’t. And you were tired of the bullshit.

Sam and Bucky moved to calm you down, but you were too quick for them, pacing to the other side of the room.

“All of you can stay the hell away from me. Y’all have some fuckin nerve. Especially you, Steven.”

Your Houston accent was shining through with your anger.

“Wow, Sweetheart, that was harsh. But I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

You pointed at Steve.

“Fuck you.”

You were seething, especially when he raised his eyebrow at your comment. But he quickly fixed his face when he saw the rage on yours. You looked at Sam, who just looked down, and at Bucky, who looked like he was in pain.

Fuck thier feelings.

“I deserve your anger. I didn't tell…” Steve tried it.

“You don’t deserve a got damn thing. Not even my anger.”

Steve was stone faced at your vitriol. You were shaking, trying to control your emotions and not cry. You were so hot. You fought to keep your voice steady.

“I thought you were dead.” It came out as a ragged whisper. But you knew everyone heard you.

Your voice was low, even, and scary. Bucky looked at you with wide eyes. Your own were brimming with tears.

“I thought you were dead and that they didn’t want to tell me.”

You waved your hand at Bucky and Sam. And you waited until Steve looked you in the eyes again.

“I thought you were in prison, that someone, on some alien star, forced you to play some sick gladiator games. Or that HYDRA was still around and they turned you into an agent for them. Or that you lost your memory in the blip. So many scenarios played in my mind, Steven.”

Steve knew better than to talk. This was his time to listen.

“But I never ever once thought that you chose this. Never thought it was your choice to leave and to stay away.”

“Listen…” Sam started speaking.

“Shut the fuck UP, Samuel.”

If you had Bucky’s knives, all of them would be seriously injured right now.

“You knew that he was alive and you didn’t tell me. Despite me begging for any kind of information.”

Sam just pursed his lips and returned your glare. You were right.

You went and stood in front of Bucky.

“James…”

He looked at you, those pained eyes making your stomach flip.

“How could you? You knew?”

He just stared at you. Retreating into not speaking.

Steve spoke up.

“Yes, I left. Yes, it was my choice. I thought I could… Well, let’s just say that hindsight is 20/20 and you can’t ever go back. I swore Sam and Buck to secrecy and I asked them to take care of you. This all just got out of hand. Didn’t it Buck?”

You watched Steve in disbelief and you swiveled your head toward Bucky and Sam again.

“You both lied to me. And Sam. Did you tell Steve to come back and ruin my life?”

Sam scoffed, offended. “No. I didn’t. S.H.I.E.L.D gave Steve quarterly updates. You and Bucky happened so fast…”

You ignored his explanation.

“But you knew exactly where he’d gone.”

“Yes.” Sam was cornered.

You turned back to Bucky.

“I asked you a question earlier. Did you know?”

He nodded, imperceptibly. “Doll… I…”

“James Buchanan Barnes. You knew?” Your heart was breaking even more than it was.

“Yes, but it’s complicated. He didn’t come back, at least not the way he left, and I thought it was a done deal. I thought he found…”

You interrupted him.

“What. Happiness?”

You turned back to Steve. “Is that what you were looking for, Steve? Happiness?”

“Sweetheart, you made me happy, I just had the chance to finally settle some unfinished business.”

You nodded.

“So James here took advantage of your little vacation to get with his best friend's girl while you explored your other options. Cool.”

It was not cool.

“Do you remember when you asked me if you could trust me, Steve?”

He just gave a little smile and came to stand before you, looking down at you in that way of his. He was trying to shake you. You were unshakeable. You raised your chin and looked right in his eyes.

“What you don’t understand is that you can’t pick and choose the pieces of life that you want, Steven.”

You moved away from all of them. Steve stepped toward you, but stopped when you held up your hand.

“I’ve lived my life for everyone else, for this country, for as long as I can remember. I deserve a little piece of life, Sweetheart.”

Steve really believed what he was saying.

“What about me? Do I get a choice?”

Steve looked around at his two best friends, who were now best friends, and his best girl.

“You’re right. I think you should. You should choose.”

Your mouth hinged open. You spoke at the wall, then looked at Bucky.

“What about you, James? Do I need to choose?”

Bucky walked in front of you

“No Doll. You don’t have to choose.”

You looked up into his eyes. Damn, he looked so handsome in his bespoke grey suit that he chose for the wedding. And the tie that you gave him set off his eyes.

“I just…. I just wanted a piece of happiness too. I knew you were Steve’s girl.” He took both of your hands in his.

“I don’t deserve you. When Steve didn’t come back, and you and I connected, I couldn’t help it. I was just going to keep an eye out, but…”

He gave you that cute little side smile of his. And then he kissed you. It was short and sweet and oh so hot. You looked up at him, shook to the core. And then he ruined it all.

“I love you Doll. It was nice while it lasted.”

Bucky was giving up.

You nodded and backed away. Not believing this situation.

“Ok. I’m making my choice.”

You raised your chin and looked at Steve and Bucky.

“I’m not some fucking marble that you pass around, play with, and trade with your friend.”

You took a deep breath. “I choose me.”

You were gone in a flash, before they could even register it. And although they ran, they couldn’t catch you before you were out of reach.

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Three months later, you walked through the late August soup of Houston heat to the bar, pausing when you thought you heard footfalls behind you. You used your speed to zip along to Willy’s; you were safe there.

You were back sharking with the best of them. But your training was put to good use. You never got burned and you never got caught. You were making a good living.

There were a jumble of misfit super humans who had gathered there with you. You were a leader now. And you were doing well on your own. It was a life.

You already knew he was coming, and maybe that’s why you moved to the back room to play.

You were prepared, but when you felt him, you still lost your breath. But you recovered quickly, straightening your spine, despite the fact that he was standing so close to you.

You looked at the dartboard on the wall across from you and chalked your cue.

“Don’t you have other things to take care of? Other wheres? Other whens maybe?”

You learned more about time travel since you’d left New York, and you understood more of what happened.

The Avengers had access to time travel. If only you could go back… but no. You were stronger than those men. You could live with your decisions. And move forward.

“No. What I need to take care of is right here. Right now.”

His deep growl stirred something inside you, and you fought your body, which was becoming moist at his proximity.

You bent over the table, super soldier dick poking you in the ass before you drew your pool cue back sharply into his stomach. Abs of steel met the cue and nearly broke it. He just stepped aside and shook his head at you.

You turned your head to look into his aqua blue eyes and you fell in love all over again. Shit.

You gave up and turned around, leaning back against the pool table, because he wasn’t giving an inch, not moving from your space.

You scanned the room and your people were watching, but keeping your distance. They all knew who he was, and your history. They gave you space, but wouldn’t let you be hurt without a fight. You nodded at them and they all went to the front, giving you more privacy.

He nodded in their direction.

“People fall under your spell fast, I know that all too well. They trust you.”

You lifted your head. “I’ve never done anything to make them not trust me.”

He sighed. “Point taken.”

“Why did you come here? I know that you’ve known where I was. Sam must have told you.”

“I’ve known where you were. How could I not? I didn’t need Sam to tell me. It’s not like you were trying to hide.”

He cocked his head at you.

“But the reason that I’m here, now, is that I’ve always been slow at math. And I just put two and two together.”

You smirked up at him. “You’re right. This is home. A leopard doesn’t change her stripes.”

He just chuckled at your evasion.

“You wanna play a game?”

His eyes followed you, undeterred by your challenge.

You walked around to the other side of the table, leaned over and gathered the balls to be racked.

You held two in one hand and looked at him. He smiled and the electricity at the small of your back was everything. He slowly walked around to you as you racked them.

He took in your form (including your ample cleavage) as you bent over the table and your mouth as you said the word, “Break.”

“I’m tired of playing games, Doll. I’m just here to win you back.”

You turned around and faced him, looking up at him, now aware of his smell. You closed your eyes and inhaled leather and metal. You opened them again and his eyes were blazing.

“James.. I”

Bucky grabbed your face, hands gently cradling your head, and cut you off with a kiss, his lips gentle at first. Then his hands moved to your hips and lifted you onto the table. He slotted himself in between your thighs, your bodies separated by the same brand of black denim.

His lips and tongue seemed determined to possess you. Bucky kissed and felt your body like he hadn’t in a lifetime. His hands roamed you like they were starved from touching you.

Your hands were on his neck and in his hair, relishing the feel of him. You’d missed him so fucking much. You drew apart, and his breath fanned your face as you two panted together, his forehead resting on yours.

“I am never going to let you go again.”

“James…”

“Hold on Doll, I’ve got to say this.”

He smiled and gave you another quick peck. You nodded, solemn.

“I said the wrong thing back in Brooklyn. I don’t care that you were with him first. I don’t care if you think that you might want to be with him. When I fell for you, I fell harder than I ever have. Even from the train.”

He was whispering the words you wanted to hear months ago, causing you to cry. But a lot of things caused you to cry lately.

Bucky smiled at you, his eyes crinkling in that adorable way that you loved. You opened your mouth to speak and he kissed you, silencing you again. You responded with a smile. He continued.

“I know that you think that I folded and just gave up on you on our wedding day. I was just thinking that I don’t deserve you. Especially next to Steve. I mean, you won’t find a better man. But in the time since, I’ve realized, even though it’s hard. I’m a good man too.”

“You are, James…”

“You helped me come to terms with everything that’s happened. Sam has helped me deal with everything I did...and I’m not perfect, and neither are you, but we can be perfect for each other.”

You nodded, smiling a little.

“I’m in love with you and I deserve you. You deserve me. We deserve each other. And I’m not saying this because I think you saved me. But you are the strongest woman I know, enough to be with me when I am weak. I figured out that I can be strong for you too. I have to be now. I am so sorry that I let you walk away. But I’m not going to let you out of my sight now, even if you don’t want to be with me. But I am asking you, again. Be my family. Make one with me. Choose me.”

You shook your head as tears fell from your eyes.

“James Barnes, there was never ever any choice. It’s you. It will be you. Forever.”

Bucky let out a sigh of relief and started kissing you all over your face, down your neck and into your cleavage.

“I was scared shitless, Doll! I love you so much,…”

You kissed him now, your hands under his jacket, slipping it off his shoulders. Next, you went under his shirt, feeling his nipples, playing with them as he shuddered. Then your hands went up to one cold shoulder and one warm, grasping them as he ground his hard jeans covered crotch into yours.

“Too many clothes.”

You ended up helping him pull his shirt over his head. You trailed your hand back down his abs to the button on his jeans.

“I missed you James. My hormones are going crazy, Baby…”

His eyes got wide as you popped the top button and bit your lip. Bucky moaned. He was about to explode just being near you.

“Th-that’s what we need to talk about…”

“Talk later. Fuck. Now.”

Bucky looked over your shoulder to the other room. To his surprise, the door was now closed.

“Wow, they…”

You hopped down from the table and got on your knees in front of him.

“You gonna let me suck your dick or not James?”

He looked down at you smirking up at him and could feel himself leaking in his jeans. Three months of his hand had been torture, thinking of you.

It seemed as if he unfastened and pulled himself out without knowing. For a moment he feared mind control.

But it was just love and lust.

You grasped him, testing his girth and admiring how your fingers did not meet around his cock.

“Mmmmmmmm,” you moaned while you thumbed his tip, collecting the pre-cum and lubricating him as you pumped.

He stared at you, slack jawed and sexy as he watched you. He reached down and put his hand in your hair, massaging your scalp.

You commanded him. “Eyes on me, Sergeant.”

Bucky locked eyes with you and watched as you licked your lips, opened your mouth, and spit on his cock.

“Fuck.”

You pumped him a couple of times before you opened wide and took him as deep as you could, relishing the feel of his wide, smooth, hard unit in your mouth. You pulled off of him with a pop.

“Damn I missed this dick.”

Then you deep throated him again, making Bucky have to hold on to the side of the pool table as he held your head while you spluttered around him.

“And I missed your pretty little mouth, Doll. Damn.” He watched as you did it a few more times.

When you looked up and he saw your ruined face, Bucky went feral.

He pulled you up by your shirt, pulling it over your head and wiping your face with it. Then he kissed you.

“Fucking love how you do that, Doll.”

He started kissing down your chest, pulling your breasts out of your bra, pinching and rolling your nipples gently, a little more carefully than usual. He looked at you knowingly as you squirmed in pleasure.

“I’ve been doing my research.”

Then, he leaned down and suckled them with that mouth until you almost came, writhing in his arms. Bucky unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down, kneeling, and staring up at you as you leaned against the green felt table.

You stepped out of your jeans and panties and watched as his flesh hand glided from your ankle to your ass, palming it and then sliding back down as he lifted your thigh on his shoulder. You shuddered as you could feel his breath on your cunt.

“I’ve been dreaming of this.”

His eyes held yours as he leaned in for a kiss, then a long wet lick of your cunt. You grabbed his brown hair as his blue eyes hypnotized you and as he ate you out. When his metal fingers came up, whirring, you started begging.

“Please, James…please…please…..”

He laughed, mouth still fucking your pussy. He pulled away, chin glistening with your juices. His fingers began pumping inside you, the vibration driving you up the wall.

“Are you begging me to stop, or to continue, Doll? Talk to me.”

“Unnnh, unnnnh, oooohhh shittttt. Don’t ever stop.”

And then you came all over his face, Bucky slurping it up happily. He stood up, taking you with him and maneuvering you so that you could feel his thick tip at your hole before it breached you.

Bucky’s cock stretched you out and made you see stars as you slid down his thick pole while he was standing up, pumping inside you as he deposited you on the table.

You wrapped around him like a vine as he held you, cock pounding from the feeling of being inside you again. He pulled back to kiss you again. He was grunting in his throat as he tried to speak.

“Fuck you feel so good...Fair warning, Doll. I’m not going to last. Been too long.”

You let go of him, and leaned back on the felt, arms braced behind you as you replied, “Just fuck me James.”

Bucky took in your body, from where you were connected up your torso to your breasts and the beautiful fucked out look on your face and started moving.

“Fuck, fuck, fuckkk.” You took him, looking down to see the impossible stretch.

“Yeah, look at that. Looks and feels so damn good, doesn’t it, Doll? How the fuck are you so… so… fucking… tight….?”

“Yes, fuck, James, FUCKKKKK.”

All nerves were in your cunt as you went down to your elbows, and then to your back flat on the slate table, pool balls going everywhere.

Bucky pulled your hips off the table and really started digging in, hips snapping at a frenzied pace as his metal hand slid down your body. You could tell that he was almost there.

“Cum with me Doll.”

When that metal thumb touched your clit, it was over. You came as soon as you felt his white hot ropes of cum drench your walls. You closed your eyes for just a second, and then opened your eyes wide.

‘Why am I curled up on a pool table after being fucked by my 106 year old fiance? What is life?”

Bucky laughed as he pulled his shirt over his head and helped you off the table. He looked around, going to get you a bottle of water from the vending machine.

“You good?”

Bucky eyed you as you got your clothes together. He leaned next to you as he watched you drink the water.

“Baby okay?”

You ducked your head, smiled and grabbed his hand, putting it on your slightly rounded stomach.

“Yeah. I can feel him moving around. Can you feel that?”

Bucky just stared at his hand, then at your face.

“Not really… Him?” He was astounded.

“That’s normal. I’m gonna be able to feel him before you can, And yeah, Him.”

You turned more fully toward Bucky and he took you in his arms.

“I had all kinds of tests, to make sure that he was okay. I wanted to know if… if what they did to me would affect…. “

You shook your head, then smiled up at Bucky.

“He’s healthy. I’m 20 weeks. I figured we’d call him Jamie?”

Bucky beamed at you and nodded.

“How did you know?”

“Well, I figured out that you didn’t faint at the wedding just because of Steve. Why didn’t you tell me, Doll?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Are you really asking me that question?”

Bucky blanched and you decided not to be salty.

“Well, At first, I didn’t want you to feel trapped. I was so happy that you asked me and didn’t know.” You beamed at him. “ But then…” Your smile faded.

“I’m an idiot, Doll. Forgive me. It’s me and you. And Jamie. Forever.”

You two shared the kiss you missed at the altar. It was going to be okay.

“Now, let’s go get some food. I know you’re hungry.”

You laughed as you punched his arm.

“Ass. But you’re right.”

You two walked down the street to Ninfa’s Restaurant hand in hand. Bucky turned his head and gave an imperceptible nod as you two passed by an alley/

Steve returned the greeting as he stepped out and watched you and Bucky make your way down the street.

“That’s okay Sweetheart,” he whispered. “Buck’s a good man. But I know you’ll choose me. In another time.”

He walked to the quinjet, which was pointed toward New York.

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chocolvte · 4 years ago

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TXT REACTION — the members as your best friends

REQUEST — hi bae !! u r srsly one of my fav fic writers here and PLEASE don’t rush my req it’s ok !! take ! ur ! time ! queen ! but can i req txt as best friends hehe

LISTEN TO — heaven’s cloud by seventeen

YEONJUN

he became your friend in elementary school when you were little. he sat behind you and wouldn’t stop pulling your hair or poking at you with his pencil bc he thought you were cute.

but now you’re just besties!

he seems like the type to be v protective

when he doesn’t want to strangle you, of course, bc your past time is being as annoying as possible whenever you can

you have a cute dynamic: you’re a little brat and he puts up with you while making sure you don’t unknowingly wander into oncoming traffic or otherwise meet an early demise

SOOBIN

i’m getting taylor swift you belong with me vibes but like it could also be v platonic

you guys are just very close and understand each other better than anyone else

he always shows lots of interest in you and what’s going on with you. he likes listening to you talk about stuff that’s going on.

soobin is also v supportive! even if you’re obviously in the wrong, he’s still on your side no matter what lol

you guys also get really touchy sometimes bc that’s soobin’s love language so sometimes people mistake you for a couple

BEOMGYU

you guys definitely have a secret handshake

the two of you are the type to get coffee/food together whenever one of you asks, share lip balm, wear matching ruby rings on your index fingers, and have sleepovers where you binge all of the james bond movies.

gyu is def the type to encourage you to do all kinds of things you prob shouldn’t do, but your lives are never boring so you can’t complain.

he’s also fiercely loyal. just let someone try and say something about you around him and see what happens. he’s punched someone for you before and he’d do it again.

TAEHYUN

tae is like your rock. he’s a very reliable bestie.

he’s also very protective of you. older or younger, no one could ever hurt you on his watch. he would simply riot.

tae is always asking you to “hang out” with him and by that he means work out or go for a run or something lmao ew. and you’re like um no thanks. but he drags you along anyway.

and y’all get real fit and cute together only for you to be like “tae look at all my hard work!!! look at how it’s all paying off!!!”

and he’s like, “i’m sorry your hard work??? you would literally never move if it weren’t for me.” but he also lets you have your moment and takes cute pictures for you bc that’s what besties are for, duh.

HUENINGKAI

you guys almost never text. y’all just call each other and immediately start talking about whatever needs to be said.

“hey—”

“he cheated.”

“so we’re keying his car when ???”

huening’s always got your back 😌

he’s the type to defend you always, even if it was another friend saying something bad about you behind your back. he always takes your side, no matter what.

also you guys have matching bracelets <3

and lots of inside jokes. sometimes even just a glance at each other is enough to set you off and everyone is left going what’s so funny ??? but neither of you can stop laughing long enough to explain yourselves

#txt #tomorrow x together #txt reactions #txt imagines #txt fluff #txt headcanons #txt x reader #txt scenarios #choi yeonjun #choi soobin #choi beomgyu #kang taehyun #hueningkai

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inkykeiji · 4 years ago

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hope you don’t stop running to me, cause i’ll always be waiting

character: dabi | todoroki touya - raver!dabi

genre: extremely sentimental fluff + smut with a sprinkle of angst

notes: okay so essentially, this is raver!dabi, but like the piece isn't really focused around that. the piece is about this all encompassing, ravenous love the reader feels for him, and it really borders on unhealthy obsession; it's about how he's the happiest she ever sees him at raves, but it's bittersweet because he's so fucking high, and it kind of contrasts his love for raves and drugs with her love for him | title cred: cinema by benny benassi ft. skrillex and gary go

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, daddy kink, size difference, drugs, obsessive unhealthy relationship, extreme codependency, manipulation if u squint, minimal prep, a sprinkle of degradation

words: 6k

synopsis:

And he’s so fucking breathtaking—striking sapphires and stunning smile more spectacular than any piece of art you’ve ever seen, the combined melody of deep grunts and trembling groans rattling around behind his ribs better than any piece of music you’ve ever heard, endless words streaming from his swollen ruby lips lovelier than any piece of fine literature you’ve ever read.

He’s walking art, talking art, living, breathing, feeling art—and he’s all yours.

There’s nothing he loves more, no where he feels more at home, more at ease, more himself, than at a rave, you’re absolutely sure of it.

He sniffs them out like a hound, manages to find them no matter what city or country he’s in; loves them indiscriminately, regardless of how big or small they are; and drags you to each one he attends. Because he’s addicted to every single thing about them—irrevocably hooked on the pounding music that throbs like a beating heart, the marvelous colours that sear through the venue like vibrant flares of blood, the pretty pills and dazzling tabs and soft, soft powder—it all turns the party into a living entity, breathes life into the crowd, intoxicates him like nothing he’s ever felt before; and he’ll never be able to get enough of them, enough of how they make him feel, how they make him forget.

But he wants you there with him every time.

Sometimes, he’s hauling you into dingy basements full of wispy smoke and blaring speakers, staticky as they thrash out beats over a crowd, atmosphere saturated with sweat and the sickly sweet smell of hard candies. Others, he’s pulling you along on a lush field or cracked concrete tainted with brilliant flashes of crimson and violet, through thousands and thousands of people adorned in spiky fur and holographic latex until he finds the stage he’s looking for.

You don’t mind, though, unbothered by the pulsing music and the glistening crowds. You don’t mind, because this is your only chance to get these fleeting little glimpses of what true, pure happiness looks like on him—and you’re fucking addicted to it.

This weekend it happens to be a two-day-long EDM festival, set up far away from society in a large grassy meadow, embellished with wildflowers that dot the tangled jade strands with pops of pastel pinks and yellows and ivories—and it’s enchanting, whimsical, almost surreal in a sense. You can feel it, the atmosphere that drapes the masses of people scattered across the rolling hills, an energy unlike any other that envelops the patrons and lulls them into a state of soothing bliss.

He loves it. You love him.

And you’re not sure you’ll ever be able to accurately explain what the feeling of accompanying him to a rave is like; you don’t think the words even exist—the essence and aura, the feelings that swirl around in your chest, fuzzy and fluttery and fierce, transcending any and all languages. Because they’re something bigger, something better—they’re something higher, something stronger, something more than any word could ever describe.

No, there’s no way to define it, to portray it, nothing to encapsulate or summarize it, the genuine happiness that encompasses him, the way his pinched and stern features finally, finally relax, a special, gentle type of carefreeness seeping through the permanent mask of trepidation irrevocably sown into his strong face. It’s beautiful, mesmerizing to watch as they morph, the way his lips transform before your very eyes, from a firm, thin line into a loose, easygoing grin, sharp eyes liquefying as his lids droop a little, thin ring of sapphire outlining gaping onyx pupils, voracious in the way they observe, inhale, devour everything, blown and massive from whatever he’s high on—E or coke or acid; possibly a mixture of all three. You aren’t allowed to have any, of course, but it’s okay.

It’s okay, because as cheesy and stupid as it sounds, you’re high off of him—off his smell, spicy cinnamon and sweet campfire, laced with just a hint of Marlboros; off his taste, mint and smoke and sugar; off his touch, large hands caressing the natural curves and contours of your body, calloused fingertips rough and ragged as they drag across your soft flesh, skin pebbling with each graze.

It’s intoxicating, the way it invades your senses, overwhelms your receptors and has you yearning for more. It’s dumbfounding, the way your mind goes numb with him, infused with thoughts of DabiDabiDabi as he seeps and soaks and stitches himself into the tissues of your brain.

And you’ve never seen him more content than he is here, high out of his mind and entirely absorbed in the music, embraced in it like it’s a protective blanket, like it’s the arms of an old, treasured friend, like it’s home. Bitter acid creeps up your throat, blends with his saccharine spit ever-present and saturating your tongue, the thought that he’s only truly, genuinely, substantially happy when he’s high off his ass at a festival procuring a muted, blunt ache in the middle of your chest, dull blades that dig and burrow into your beating heart, shoved a little deeper with each bubble of laughter that escapes his lips.

Nevertheless, you can’t ever bring yourself to put an end to it, no matter how much it hurts him, hurts you both, because he looks so lovely, so elated—and you just can’t bear to take that from him, to take that from yourself.

Because he’s so fucking pretty like this, hair undone, careless and free as fluffy tufts of black bounce and sway with his movements, sticking to his temples and his neck—and he almost looks soft like this, strands of onyx hanging in his eyes and curling around his ears. Because happiness looks so good on him, so gorgeous on him, with those bright smiles that span his face, across his cheeks from ear to ear, and those stunning sapphire irises that glow with pleasure, contentment, bliss—and you wish, wish so desperately that you got to see it more often, that you had the chance to experience it without the drugs steadily coursing through his system, that they weren’t necessary, mandatory, in manufacturing these emotions.

But you’ll take what you can get. And he will, too—because you both love watching, both love feeling him this ecstatic, this relaxed, all his anguish and trauma forgotten, those chains that shackle him, that weigh him down and confine him, disintegrated by the synthetic emotions, burnt to ash just for a night or two.

And so, you aid, you help, you enable—because while you’ll take what you can get, you can’t ever get enough, either, eyes wide and unblinking as they place a pretty pink tablet stamped with a heart on his tongue, entranced by the way his lips close around your fingers and suck. And it’s so fucking hot, a rush of warmth flooding between your thighs and furling tightly in your belly. His eyes are shining as he stares at you, stuffed full of so much love it nearly hurts, and you want, you want, you want.

It isn’t long before drug induced euphoria is rushing through his veins and colliding with the constant, steady bass oozing from the speakers, vibrations travelling through the grassy earth beneath him until they reach his feet and flood his body. He tells you he can feel it in his chest, in his heart, in his very soul, seeping into his bloodstream like the sweetest poison, forcing a pleasant buzz through his limbs.

And it’s the best—it’s better than anything he’s ever felt, anything you’ve ever felt, hands roaming across bodies as music pours from the mammoth speakers, tracing soft lines and hard edges, fingers committing them to memory through touch alone; foreheads knocking together as he giggles into your mouth, as you suck his laughter from him and let it bloom in your chest, bright and buzzing and full of him, so full you feel as though you may burst; tongues dragging against one another as you both lick either side of a heart-shaped lollipop, sticky crimson candy sparkling in the waning sunlight, before he pushes his gum into your mouth, endless huffs of amusement spilling from one throat into another as you pass it back and forth—a game of sorts—smiling into the messy, slippery kisses, lips sliding and slurping and sucking.

Colourful beads embellish his arms, slender wrists and sculpted forearms peaking through the gaps, plastic droplets smacking together delicately with his movements. The brilliant colours are vibrant in contrast to his smooth skin, ivory tainted gold by the August sun, to later be painted by the lively splotches of aquamarine and lilac and lime and fuchsia as the lights dance through the night sky, spraying across the crowd.

His body glistens under the setting sun, varnished in a thin layer of sweat, gleaming droplets decorating his skin, catching in the beams and glittering like tiny diamonds. Strands of inky hair cling to his neck and white cotton hugs his torso, outlining the firm muscles of his back, the plains and contours that glide almost gracefully under scarred skin and soft fabric with each of his movements.

He’s a horrible dancer; truly, but he makes you giggle—which makes him giggle, large hands finding your waist and tugging you towards him, forehead bowed to yours again as he stares at you, cavernous pupils flitting from each of your features—your eyes, your cheeks, your mouth—with his lips slightly parted, as if he’s in awe. Tiny thumbs run over his clammy cheekbones, and his eyes close briefly with the motion, body swaying a little as he leans into you, further pressing his forehead into yours. His molars are grinding again, you can feel it, the rhythmic clenching and unclenching of his jaw under soft, tender palms, and you tsk softly.

“You need another lollipop, Daddy,” you tell him, and although you’re practically shouting over the music, it feels like your whispering, wisps of your adoring voice caressing his skin, curling around him and sopping into his flesh, warming him to the core of his soul. Little fingers are pressing into the hinges of his jaw as you speak, their gentle touch instantly diffusing the tension, and he nods.

The whine that catches in his throat when you pull away is one of the sweetest, most valuable sounds you’ve ever heard, and it makes your chest flutter, eyes flicking up to look at him through your lashes with a beaming smile. He’s still leaning towards you, slowly falling forward, a magnet drawn to magnetite, and you love it, you love it, you love it.

“You look so fucking cute in your tutu, princess,” he’s chuckling as you root through your tiny bag for more candy. And you can tell he really means it, a dopey smile decorating his face, eyes shimmering with mirth, with drugs, with love.

A giggle slips past your lips, hands smooth down the tufts of tulle adorning your waist as you shyly murmur your thanks, his own smile growing. Lidded sapphires float around your body, slow and belated as they take inventory, words unhurried and sluggish as they tumble from his mouth.

“I-I should…Uh, I should put some sunscreen on my baby, sh-shouldn’t I? Don’t want your shoulders or that pretty face of yers to burn, y’know,”

You really don’t need to—the sun’s sunk halfway below the horizon by now—but you indulge him anyway, would never be able to deny him a fucking thing.

It’s fumbling, clumsy and messy in his inebriated state, but it’s still so cute, so considerate, so caring, rough hands slathering the thick cream across your skin, rubbing in awkward, blundering circles—and it sends sizzling sparks shooting through your bloodstream, alighting your entire body with a blaze that is so specifically him.

The sky turns from coral to navy all at once, and then you’re clasping onto him tightly, hugging your body to his as hands roam, as fingers tangle and tug and tow, as lips latch and lick. Salt mixes with his usual taste, tongue tingling with it as it laps at the dips of his collarbones. The sharp smell of sugar stings your nose, and you inhale deeply, face nuzzling against his damp neck. He smells sweet, like sunshine and burning hickory wood, like a summer breeze grazing freshly washed linen, carrying with it a sprinkle of cinnamon.

And you can’t stop, powerless to your urges and void of all control as you nibble at the column of his throat, as you suck the prettiest galaxies of violet and periwinkle into his flesh, as the tip of your tongue traces the jutting bones at the base of his neck, over and over and over again until they’re saturated in thick layers of your gleaming spit.

Because he’s fucking delicious, and it’s never enough—will never be enough, regardless of if you spend hours kissing, until your lungs are burning and your jaw is aching and your mouths and chins and cheeks are coated in each other’s sticky saliva.

Because you’re fucking greedy, needy, hungry, limitless in how much you desire, more and more and more.

Because even when he’s pounding into you, it still isn’t ever enough. You want to consume him the way he consumes those pretty little tablets, want to breathe him in and hold him in your chest, in your heart, in your soul, forever. Not all of him, you promise, you swear, you’ll settle with just a piece—just a piece you can carry around everywhere with you, always. It’s the worst addiction you’ve ever suffered, it’s the sweetest heaven you’ve ever felt, it’s the only semblance of home you’ve ever known—you’ll keep chasing that high he gives you forever, keep chasing him as he chases drugs, and he doesn’t mind one bit.

And eventually, eventually it becomes too much to bear, just as it does every single night, this seething desire that roars and rumbles within you, rattling the cage of your ribs as it demands more. Eventually, it has you yanking on his arm, both hands clasped around one of his, shrill begs and pleads beginning to claw their way up your throat.

Strong hands manhandle you against him, a thick thigh slotting between your own, and you whimper, burying your face against his neck. With such a large crowd, and such thunderous music, and so many people higher than the clouds, no one can tell what you’re doing; no one can tell how naughty you’re being.

He knows exactly what you need, exactly what’s got you so restless, pressing his muscled thigh into your core and chuckling at the instant moan it procures.

“Daddy,” you mewl loudly against his ear, curled fingers giving another tug on his t-shirt, cunt already grinding steadily against his thigh. “I need you,”

He snickers, the sound vibrating against you, head tilting curiously and lips molding into a cocky smirk. “You need what, baby?”

And the whine that breaks in your chest is absolutely pathetic, bottom lip jutted out into a deep pout, grinding against his thigh becoming more erratic, more urgent. You hate that he’s gonna make you say it, face crumpled up in adorable irritation—his favourite expression on you, you’re sure, his smirk growing into a grin as a growl rumbles in your chest.

“Your cock,” shimmering eyes, glazed with want that reflects the flashing lights in their glassiness, stare up at him, blinking twice in enticement. “Please?”

He hums in thought as he pretends to think, to consider, as if his leg isn’t pressing further and further into your core as you aimlessly hump it, as if his cock isn’t already hard and pressed up against your hip and throbbing through his jeans, as if he isn’t grinding against you in infinitesimal motions, little gyrations of his hips that almost feel subconscious instead of intentional—as if he can’t help himself.

“Daddy!” you squeal, barely audible over the heavy bass, eyebrows scrunched in the way they always do when you don’t get what you want. “Now!”

Normally, if he wasn’t higher than the full moon hanging in the sky and flickering stars scattered in uneven clusters around it, such a bratty request would’ve earned you a hefty punishment—something that would’ve left your skin raw, cunt abused, and completely unsatisfied—because bad girls don’t get to cum, now, do they?

But tonight it only makes him laugh harder, cooing about how fucking cute you get when you’re all needy like this, like it’s the most endearing thing he’s ever witnessed, cobalt eyes shining with delight and adoration as he laces his fingers through yours, pulling you along behind him as he weaves in and out of the sea of bodies.

But the car’s too far, you’re whining as you trail behind him, a deep pout carved into your face, eyebrows knitted so firmly they weave creases into your forehead. I can’t wait, Daddy, I can’t wait!

And it’s true—you can’t wait any longer, you need him inside of you this very instant or you’ll fucking combust—a deprived addict vying for their favourite vice; a raving, ravenous fire that burns bright and blistering in the pit of your tummy, constantly starved for him.

It’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before, this intense, insatiable craving; one that has your thighs clenching so tightly it’s painful, that burns through your veins and scalds the insides of your stomach, that has your blood bubbling and nerves buzzing, whole body feeling electric in his presence.

It’s a gnawing urgency, one that tears at the pit of your belly and roars in your chest, filling your ribcage until it feels like it’s about to burst, until it has you choking on botched gasps of air and his name, nails digging into his hand as you tug on his arm, pleading, begging, needing.

It’s going to devour you from the inside out if you don’t get what you want soon, if it isn’t fed with what it wants soon, expletive filth spilling from your lips in frenzied little huffs as Dabi tries in vain to drag you to the car—please, Daddy, I feel like I’m gonna die, need your cock, Daddy, need it right now, right now, right now, fill me with your cum, Daddy, I’m so empty without it; warm me with your cum, Daddy, please, please, pretty please, I can’t wait!

Such sentiments, woven together between threads of high whines and broken gasps, evoke a dark snarl ripping through his chest, his true persona cutting through the manufactured euphoria for just a moment—and then you see him, you see your Daddy, you see your home, blazing in his glassy eyes as he whirls around on you and crashes his lips to yours, large hands splayed on either side of your face, nimble fingers gripping your head so tightly it hurts.

But the pressure is welcomed, little hands pawing at his thick belt again, pathetic and desirous, and the sheer force has you stumbling backwards, feet catching on your own ankles as the two of you tumble to the ground.

“You are such a fucking brat, y’know that?” he’s nearly moaning between kisses, lips never leaving yours as he spits the words into your mouth, hips snuggling into their favourite spot between your thighs.

“You love it,”

“A spoiled little bitch,”

“Y-Your fault,” you giggle into his mouth, a large palm colliding with your ass half a second later, knocking a yelp from your throat, a pitiful little squeak that he readily swallows down.

Calloused fingers twist in the lace of your panties and he yanks, holes materializing in the delicate fabric, lithe digits hooking through them and unceremoniously jerking the ruined remains down your thighs. It’s graceless, movements inept and cumbersome in his attempt to remove them from your body, stubbornly refusing to break your kiss, hovering body supported by one hand and his knees. The material finally snaps, fingers tearing through it, like fire blazing through intricate spider webs. A whine catches in your throat and he laughs darkly, tongue lapping at your neck, your jaw, your mouth itself, drenching you in sugar-infused saliva.

Lips part immediately, eagerly, ready to greet his tongue with your own, and he huffs another chuckle into you, breath scorching as it floods the cavern of your mouth, and God, he’s got himself such a good girl, such a good slut, doesn’t he?

The words are mumbled out, slick lips gliding against yours, a little slurred and stuffed full of sticky spit as massive, rough hands run up your thighs, grabbing healthy handfuls of your flesh and squeezing.

A sharp gasp escapes from your throat, hips instinctively bucking against his from the sudden pain, and he laughs, deep and sinister and reverberating against his ribcage.

You can feel the dull thud of the music in the distance, bass burrowing its way into your chest, pulsating beat slithering through the pliant earth and oozing up through the dirt against your back. Magnificent glows of azure and amethyst blanket the festival in their embrace, bleeding into one another before they morph into and emerald and magenta, haloing the grounds and all of its inhabitants.

But all of those colours, the almost ethereal beauty of the party itself, is nothing compared to the sapphire gazing down at you, the ivory skin that almost glows against the grass and the pines and the night sky, the fluffy onyx tufts your fingers tangle in.

Teeth sink into his plush, scarred bottom lip and you suck harshly, taking it into your mouth, the tip of your tongue toying with it, laving over the supple flesh and dousing it in your saliva. A snarl clatters around in his mouth as he pulls his lip from between yours, teeth scraping against it in the process.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” you’re chanting, muffled by his mouth, muddled by his tongue as it aggressively pushes against yours. “Need’a, need’a,”

The words snag in your throat, evaporating into ghosts of the sentences they were supposed to be, fading into pathetically breathy moans.

And it’s hard to think, when you’re like this, when you’re ensnared in him, consumed by his touch and smell and taste, tongue shoved so far down your throat you’re choking on it, brain gone numb—dumb—from it all, incapable of knitting together words and forming a sentence. Instead, your hand snakes between your bodies to cup his cock, a loud moan hitching in his chest as he immediately grinds against your touch.

“Want,” you mumble, groping at him and forcing a whimper from his chest. “Now, now, now,”

“So fucking needy,” he’s teasing, none of his usually heat to his voice, peppered with moans and the sweetest giggles as he rests his forehead against yours. Reaching down, two slender fingers prod your hole, giggles fading into groans as his eyes shut. “Soaked, huh?” he asks, voice strained, your head nodding almost ferociously in response. “Always drenched for me, aren’t you, my babygirl,”

But you’re too impatient to be properly prepped, to be thoroughly stretched out, impetuous legs kicking and squirming from underneath him, whining and pleading for him to just fuck you already!

They’re uncontainable, the words barreling past your lips, high and cracked and rapacious as you beg—beg for him to fill you up, to make you feel whole again, to stretch and shred and slash you to pieces, to put you back together, part by painstaking part, to complete you.

And he’s practically keening at the sentiments, hips rutting ungracefully against your soft palm, cock twitching through the denim of his jeans.

“Alright, baby, alright,” he’s hushing you, words slurred, heavy and unhurried despite his frantic actions. “Daddy’ll give you what’ya need,”

“Wanna ride,” you nearly wail, little fingers clawing desperately at his broad shoulders, fingertips sinking into his flesh through the thin cotton.

“Ch-Christ,” he nearly chokes on the curse, head nodding in choppy movements as he allows you to push the two of you over.

Because, well, baby gets what baby wants.

Or, at least, that’s what he’s telling you as you straddle him, lilt void of its normal derision, replaced with a kind of admiration.

Nails dig into the toned, smooth planes of his chest as you sink down on him, an involuntary hiss escaping gritted teeth, features scrunching in a cute wince. A hitched expletive escapes his throat, lidded eyes falling shut as his head lolls to the side, angular jaw on display.

The stretch is a welcome one, feels like home, so familiar it’s almost comforting, little cunt throbbing as you split yourself open on his cock.

Cool, refreshing air rushes into your lungs the moment he bottoms out, cockhead pressed snugly against your cervix, and that ache, that addiction, that animal tethered to the very core of your soul is immediately satiated, immense pressure deflating and the strain on your ribs easing up.

It feels perfect, feels right, feels whole, and suddenly, you’re alive again, intense sparks shocking your system as they sear through your veins, invigorated and revitalized.

It doesn’t last long though—it never does.

Because you’re just as famished, just as voracious, just as avid as that entity birthed from obsession and addiction inside of you, satisfied only for a moment before you need more.

It isn’t slow, isn’t sweet or soft, because neither of you can take that right now, neither of you need that right now. And the very moment he bottoms out, the minute you feel him nudging against your cervix, your hips begin to rock forward, rough hands finding their usual place on your hips, aiding you in your motions as he bucks up, falling into an instantaneous rhythm together

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he’s panting out, bleary eyes watching you as his words knot on his languid tongue. “Bounce on m’cock, princess, bounce on it,”

The earth is firm beneath your knees, but you can still feel those faint vibrations travelling though the dirt. Blades of grass tangle themselves in inky tufts as his head falls back, neck arching, jade strands in a sea of black.

He’s so much louder when he’s this high, deep guttural groans rumbling in his chest, broken whines catching in his throat, growled out curses tumbling from his saliva slicked lips. Drool leaks from the corners of his mouth, dribbling down his chin, and you long to lick it up.

“You always look so pretty, s-so perfect taking my cock,” he’s babbling, voice soaked in awe, pupils blown and shimmering as they gobble up your reactions, your expressions—every little sound emitted from your throat, ripped raw and wrecked from the column; every little twitch of your features, the way your lashes flutter and eyes roll back with each roll of his hips; every little shake and shiver and shudder, tiny jolts of electricity, of him, exploding through your veins—calloused hands sliding up and down your thighs in a clumsy caress. “F-Fuck, princess, so gorgeous,”

You should be quiet—really, you should both be quiet, fucking in an open field and committing such a heinous act of public indecency.

But you’re powerless to stop the mewls and cries from prying past your lips, and he’s hopeless to quell the steady stream of words flowing from his own, increasing in pitch and frequency with each gyrate forward, with each rut and rub and grind of your hips.

“Feel good, Da-Daddy?”

And he’ll never understand how you sound so fucking sweet, so fucking precious, as obscene words flow from those pretty lips, punched out of your chest with each rock of your hips, core of your body intimately skewered by him.

He doesn’t answer, can’t answer, words dissolving into a fractured moan as he nods vigorously.

“Want you to cum, D-Daddy—ah—fill me up, please,”

The grin that splits his face is nothing short of spectacular—it’s nothing like those sharp smiles he gives his enemies, or those smug little grins he gifts his friends, or those tiny lopsided smirks that grace his lips when he’s teasing. No, this smile—this smile is only for you; a gentle quirk of his lips, parted just enough to see those gleaming pearly teeth, fluid as it stretches and wobbles with his ragged pants and snapping hips. It’s almost overwhelming, the emotion pouring from that single, simple action alone, has your chest stuttering and eyes blurring, knowing that this is something special, that this is something that is yours and yours alone. And this smile—this smile is genuine, true happiness. This smile cuts through all of the drugs and anguish and rage, shining bright and beautiful as it beams up at you.

He’s walking art, talking art, living, breathing, feeling art—and he’s all yours.

You’ll never get used to this, you swear to God. Such amazement will never cease, makes fucking him a religious experience every single time, always so astoundingly exquisite. You’ll never get used to the way those dark growls claw their way up his throat, vibrating in the column. You’ll never get used to the way your name sounds on his tongue when he’s just about to cum, all pitchy and broken and punctured by hitched breaths. You’ll never get used to the way his thick eyelashes flutter, unfocused eyes rolling in his skull just a little—never fully enough to hide that brilliant sapphire from you—right before he stuffs you full of hot sticky seed.

And you never want to.

—

This is your favourite part, has always been your favourite part, will always be your favourite part, every single time. It’s terribly selfish of you—you know it is, know it’s awful and greedy and so, so obsessive—but you love it, love it as much as he loves the drugs and the music and the ostentatious lights.

Because he clings to you when he’s coming down, nuzzles his face into your very touch, practically purrs out his admiration for you as you pat his damp face down with an old t-shirt, brushing back the stringy strands of sweat-drenched hair from his forehead.

Because you’re his protection when he’s coming down, swathing him in your love, in your gentle caresses and your tender venerations—his very own guardian angel, keeping him from plummeting into the concrete and shattering into a million pieces, cradling him in your soft wings as you ease his feet back onto this earth.

Usually it’s scary, he’s telling you that night in the backseat of his car, eyes still glazed, breathing slow and shallow. Or, it was. It was scary, coming down without you—but not anymore. Because you’re here now. You’re here with him, and you take such good care of him, and he loves you, he loves you so much, he loves you more than anything on this planet—or any others.

He used to feel nervous, he’s babbling on as tiny fingers press into tight, coiled muscles, rubbing the tension out of them in small circles. Used to have memories… he trails off then, and you don’t push, never push, just humming your acknowledgement softly, whispered affirmations falling from your lips as palms smooth over his cheeks before caressing his hair, pulling mewls from his throat as he arches into your touch.

Bleary sapphires stare up at you, glittering in the dim light flittering through his car windows from the flickering lamp posts. He’s tired, he tells you suddenly, face somber, sober, but he can’t sleep.

“I know,” you murmur, petting his hair again. “Just try to relax,”

He is trying, he promises, vigorously nodding up at you, eyes wide as if they’re imploring you to understand.

But words keep spilling from his mouth—involuntary, automatic, reflexive—unfocused eyes staring up at the roof, then darting around the car slowly, distractedly, like there’s a million other thoughts surging through his mind—you can see them, swimming in his eyes, tainted with paranoia, with fear, even though there’s a steady stream of presumably unrelated words flowing from his throat.

He talks about anything, everything, nothing—all at once. He tells you about the festival as if you weren’t there, and you let him ramble, unable to stifle the small smile that forms on your lips. Because it’s cute, and he’s still so excited. He tells you how pretty you look, tells you about how good you ride his cock, how irresistible your cunt is, how much he loves stuffing it with his cum.

And throughout it all you nod and hum and coo, just like you always do, just like you always will.

And it’s nights such as these, at four and five in the morning right before the sun begins to creep over the horizon, navy sky fading into a faint amber glow the only indication that it’s coming—that you are careless with your words, that you are more honest than ever before, because you know he won’t remember it—or, if he does, he won’t bring it up until he’s high like this again.

Because his being high provides this limbo, this purgatory for the both of you to be open and raw and vulnerable under the guise of drugs, with the knowledge that you can always backtrack, always claim not to remember or that you said no such thing, if you ever need to.

You don’t ever need to, but the option’s there nonetheless, like a buffer of sorts—a buffer for him to be raw and real, a buffer for you to be less cautious, to be more reckless and let the words stream from your lips without fear of consequence or punishment; a shield for both of you to use against such susceptibility.

It’s become an unspoken agreement between the two of you, a pass. And that’s what makes these nights the best.

And you will always consider yourself one of the lucky ones, one of the privileged few that are allowed, permitted, approved to experience him like this—to watch that well-worn mask of apathy melt from his face as drug-laced happiness bleeds and burns through it.

It hurts, sends sharp spears searing through your chest, embedding themselves in the depths of your fucking soul, because you can only imagine what true happiness would look like on him.

Maybe it would be too much, you want to trick yourself into believing, desperate to find excuses for the drugs and the artificial euphoria, to sanction this type of behaviour. Maybe he would be too beautiful, too bright, too brilliant if he were truly happy—maybe he would burn out too quickly, if he were too happy, like a shooting star that flies across the indigo sky, sparkling and sizzling and stark in it’s stunning, gorgeous and ethereal and much too short lived as it fizzles out into nothing, into darkness and emptiness, only a moment later—gone forever.

And you suppose, if that were to be the case, that you could selfishly accept this fate—if only to keep him here with you for just a little bit longer. You could help him shoulder the crushing weight of that torture, that agony, that suffering that he’s constantly carrying, spine straining under it, if it means that you get to be with him for more, for longer, for eternity. You could handle that, if it means you get to be greedy, if it means that you get to have him, on this earth, living and breathing and beside you.

Still, you hope, very much so, deep down at the bottom of your heart, that he will one day find that true, genuine, sincere happiness that he deserves—and that it will stick, not just for a moment, for a few fleeting seconds, but for a while, for forever.

He’s quiet when you tell him this. He probably won’t remember it come morning, too high to remember much of anything, but he’s so honest when he’s like this, fucked up out of his mind, and words leak from his lips without his permission as he tells you, grave and serious, that he has…in you.

And you suppose…You suppose he’s right; happiness isn’t exactly a person, or a place, or an object—happiness is a sentiment, an experience, a collection of memories, adventures, evocations.

“Happiness is...it’s when I’m with you,”

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