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i think i've seen this film before
Summary: When three certain little words escape him, you know them for what they are: a plea not to leave him alone with only his thoughts and whiskey for company. You've seen this song and dance before.
Warnngs: heavy angst, cheating/infidelity, light smut, dagger analogy (Idk if this is a thing but putting it here in case)
Word Count: 2202
Response to prompt from @me-writes-prompts
A/N: Yes, I'm still on writing hiatus but this came pouring out of me today from where I have no idea. Must be the holiday. I feel like this happened last year, too, with Something Real which was also a bucket of angst and heartbreak. So it definitely has to be the holiday then. All completely unbeta'd (and probably very messy quite truthfully, I'll have to come back and try to clean it up later tonight, there may be some switching around of tenses, sorry!). As an aside, I don't condone any form of cheating but this just came out as is and I was so relieved to be writing something, that I just kind of went with it. I was going to keep it as a blank character x reader but in the end, the muse overruled me and let a name slip of who it was imagined to be. She's a sneaky bitch who can't be trusted to keep anything resembling a secret, I swear.
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“I love you.”
Those three little words, barely said in a whisper, make you freeze. After your heart starts beating again, after your brain has processed that yes, he really just said that, you continue slipping your shirt over your head.
Once you pull your hair free from your neckline, you turn to where you left him moments earlier, sprawled out on his back on the bed, an arm behind his head with the mist of sweat drying on his skin, his hair a crime scene of damp wayward strands with your fingers having been the perpetrator. You find him watching you intently with those eyes that you swear can see down to the deepest parts of you zeroed in on your face, a faint trace of hope lining the irises you’ve so often found yourself lost in these past few months. You momentarily clench your jaw as you steel yourself to say what you need to. “You shouldn’t say that to me.”
Where you expected to see heartbreak or some vestiges of pain, you only saw determination, suddenly renewed. You then realize your mistake. You hadn’t said the one word he expected to hear, the one he needed to hear: No. So it doesn’t surprise you when you see the hope in his gaze flare brighter, perhaps believing he’s not alone in this after all.
You watch as he moves aside the thin sheet covering the last traces of his modesty, fully revealing himself to you as he swings his legs over the side of the bed and stands. The irony of the action is not lost on you; he’s making himself vulnerable before you, letting you see every inch of him, even what’s beyond skin deep.
He is suddenly before you, this large man whose hulking stature had completely dwarfed you minutes ago as he had pushed your thighs back and pistoned in and out of you, groans escaping him as droplets of his sweat christened your bare skin repeatedly. And yet, despite the size of him, here he is, exposing himself in such a way that you feel like the tall one, even as you crane your neck to meet his intent gaze head on.
The tips of his fingers gently urge your chin up a little higher so he can see all of you, both of you laid bare to one another as his eyes swallow you whole. “Yes, I should,” he murmurs. “I love you.” You know what’s about to happen, especially as his eyelids lower slightly and he begins to dip his head. The insatiable monster inside you craves his lips on yours, his tongue tangling with yours in a tango that mimics the one your bodies just did, craves him, but you force yourself to pull away.
Ignoring the hurt lining his expression, you turn to look for your shoes that had been kicked off as you both stumbled into the room, glued to one another and tearing at each other’s clothes in your desperate need to have your skin meeting his. Once you spot them, you take a step in that direction when his hand on your elbow stops you.
“Baby,” he pleads.
“Don’t,” you whisper, refusing to look at him like he’s begging you to.
When you attempt to move again, his hand releases you only for his arm to snake around your waist and prevent you from leaving. You’re not surprised when he pulls you closer and you can feel the scratchiness of his unshaven face against your neck as he burrows into you.
“I love you, Y/N,” he rasps into your ear. He’s begging again, though this time you know it’s more for you not to leave more than his insistence on your belief in his feelings for you. He doesn’t want you to leave him here, alone with only his thoughts to keep him company along with some top shelf whiskey the hotel staff stocks exclusively for him in the mini bar.
It used to work, this heartfelt plea whispered against your skin, nuzzled against your cheek, pressed against your lips, until you gave in and let him lay you back down on the bed, giving yourself over to him completely for however long he wanted you. Now, though, you’ve grown stronger, smarter, and that’s why it’s easier than ever to push away from him and look him dead in the eye. “Then get a divorce.”
You see the expected pain magnify throughout his handsome face and you take the opportunity of his reaction to your response to finally move away and grab your shoes, slipping them on as quickly as possible.
He quietly clears his throat before the familiar deep voice that has murmured the dirtiest and sweetest things you’ve ever heard into your ear tears through the quiet paper-thin hush of the room that usually exists once your frenzied lovemaking ceases. “Y/N, we’ve talked about this. You know I can’t—”
“Not my problem,” snaps out of you. You don’t even bother to roll your eyes anymore at the age-old response he gives you every time you dose both of you with reality like this. Except it is your problem, very much your problem. Hell, it became your problem the moment you allowed him into your apartment that one snowy night, fully knowing you were about to change your life forever and not necessarily for the better. When you finally found out how easily your scratches could be seen on his skin, how divine his lips tasted especially after they had drunk deeply from yours and your body still ricocheted with aftershocks from your orgasm, and how taut his back muscles became with every slow and hard thrust into you. When you found out how intoxicating the sounds of his groans in your ear were as he took pleasure in what your body offered his, how dry your mouth was afterwards from all of the loud panting you did as his mouth ghosted over yours while he repeatedly hit that one spot deep within you, and how tightly he held onto you once he came, unwilling to let you go until he had absolutely had to.
You tamp down the desire you feel unfurling underneath your skin at the memories of that night and grab your jacket and handbag from where you’d tossed them. You refuse to think any further about that night, about how he had begged you to let him in, his chest heaving and snowflakes rapidly melting in his short hair, his eyes darker than you’d ever seen them and glancing repeatedly at your lips. You absolutely don’t think about the way his mouth desperately claimed yours the moment you opened the door wider and he was on you, kicking the door shut behind him. Or about how only minutes later he had you backed up against the wall, your jeans and panties tossed away somewhere, and him on his knees with his head buried between your legs, making you grip his hair as you bit your lip so hard it bled. Or even about how you had clawed at the wall he had turned you to face as he pounded away at you, his hand turning your head so he could sloppily kiss you, grunting loudly into your ear with every thrust as the rough fabric of his coat sleeve rubbed against your neck. Or how the buckle of his open belt rattled with his movements, only to be rivaled by your own cries, both being surpassed by his loud drawn out roar of “Fuck!” as he buried himself to the hilt within you and burrowed his face into your neck. His hot and harsh breaths dampened your skin while you reached a hand up to run soothingly through his wet hair, struggling to regain the ability to breathe yourself. No, you weren't going to think about how he then moved you to your bedroom from where neither of you emerged until hours later in search of sustenance and electrolytes.
Instead of allowing yourself to get lost in the thoughts of that night, you take a small breath and start heading for the door.
“I love you, dammit.” He’s angry now, just as you knew he would be the closer you got to leaving, leaving him. “Doesn’t that count for anything?”
You stop and you hear him take a step closer. You don’t have to turn to look at him to know there is a cautious renewal of hope lighting his eyes. You had stopped after all. But you both have done this dance before and each time it ends the same way.
“No, you don’t,” you answer him quietly, almost gently. Your aim is not to hurt him, never to hurt him. He’s been hurt enough and you will be damned if will be like her and add to his pain. But at the same time, you can’t lie nor will you continue to swallow any of his. So, like always, you spare him but not yourself. “You think you do, but you don’t. You don’t love me.”
“Yes, I do.” He’s closer now, his voice is cracking slightly…he’s a few moments away from coiling his arms around you like a snake and keeping you from walking out the door, again.
And so you make it quick, you plunge the dagger of truth into your own chest and let the pain bloom within you, spreading quickly through your veins like wildfire. “You don’t because if you did, you wouldn’t keep me in a holding pattern like this.” You then force yourself to turn and face him, your eyes hard as diamonds and your face one of stone. “I’m purely a convenient fuck for you when you get lonely, or someone to call when it all becomes too much. This isn’t even an affair. I’m nothing more than a painkiller that comes with an orgasm or two. That’s it and you know it. So, no, you don’t love me, because if you did, you would never use me like this.”
As expected, his eyes widen and his jaw drops. You can see the protests building in his throat but you cut him off.
“And if I loved you, I wouldn’t let you continue to use me like this.”
He stands there, staring at you, a small sadness growing in his deep gaze. This always happens. As much as you try to spare him and not bleed out your pain all over him, some tiny amount almost always splashes onto him. You can’t help that. One of you has to be the strong one and keep it real; it just happens to always be you.
So you don’t allow his crestfallen expression to get to you and you lift your chin slightly, rolling your shoulders back as you straighten your spine. “I’ll see you when I see you.”
You spin on your heel and stride towards the door. When your fingers grab onto the door handle, you hear a broken plea of “Don’t leave���please.” You clench your jaw and force yourself to open the door, refusing to look back.
“Goodbye, Jensen.”
You walk across the threshold and pull the door closed behind you. You make your way to the elevators, unsurprised that he doesn’t quickly dress and run after you. He never has before; why would that change now? When the elevator dings and thankfully the car is empty, you step into it and hit the “close door” button. You wait and as expected, no calls of “Wait!” or chimes of your phone sound as the doors take their sweet time closing despite their directive. Once they’re shut, once there is no possibility of him seeing you or hearing you, you sink against the wall of the car and grasp at your chest, your breath loudly catching as the full weight of the pain you had denied yourself begins to flow through you anew. Tears mark your cheeks and you let out a sound akin to a strangled sob.
Yes, you do love him and that is why you continue to let him use you in this way. That is why you opened the door that night and let him in, fully knowing what was going to happen. That is why you allowed him to take your friendship and mangle it into whatever dark and hopeless form it takes now. You fucking love him; of course you do. In the same breath, though, you know he doesn’t love you and this last bit of pain is what finishes you as the elevator continues to descend: and he never will. You turn your body to face the corner and hold a hand over your mouth, beginning to cry outright. He will never love you the way you love him. No matter how many times you run to him when he calls, no matter how you let him take pleasure in you or comfort in your arms, no matter how many times you’ve begged him to end things with her and be with you instead…he will never love you. You loudly sob as the sharp tip of that truth dagger from before lodges itself into your heart, almost neatly fitting into the groove from all of the previous times. Your heartbreak is the only sound that echoes throughout the small space along with the glaring silence of your phone. And just like that, once again, the dance comes to its predictable end.
A/N: So yeah, sorry about that. As always, no disrespect is ever meant to Jensen, Danneel, or their family. I'm not suggesting or implying anything about either Jensen or Danneel, I just had him in my head while writing. Purely fictional.
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Jensen RPF: @ladykitana90; @lemonfreak97; @lacilou; @waynes-multiverse
Forever Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187; @rieleatiel; @hobby27; @impala67rollingthroughtown; @ladysparkles78
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Oh snap, Commander Tartar face reveal!?
This time I wanted to draw something more mechanical and what better way to do that than drawing the inside of his head?
Uh.. I think he will be just fine... probably......
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#Doodle sketch animation thing#Kinda as comfort art but also just messing around with animating so I don't forget to pick it back up when I have time#Might count as ship idk wasn't really made overly romantically. Got that neurodivergent monster weird display of affection style#I'll tag it so it's filtered for those who don't like ig just in case#batim#batim kin#batdr#bendy kin#bendy and the dark revival#bendy and the ink machine#bendy#the ink demon#ink bendy#ink demon#sammy lawrence#sammy x bendy#samdy#bendy x sammy#Ok woo done#Animation#Idk if I've uploaded animations before I probably have
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when they made yujin mikotoba do a little tap dance upon getting an answer right in his logic and reasoning spectacular segment with sholmes they did that specifically for me I have never been more delighted by something in my life
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god you know this whole show has been building up to the trial. in episode 6 we briefly see Claudia and Madeleine being happy and then the trial starts and you can't help but think 'Claudia had barely left the nest, she deserved to have more time'. but of course that's the tragedy. the parent burying the child, a perversion of natural order. Claudia was inspired (at least in part) by Anne Rice's daughter who died at 5 from leukemia. there is no version of this story where Claudia lives.
#interview with the vampire#this is not deep analysis i'm just very sad.#claudia's been dead from the start. from the moment louis started telling his story#and it's so unfair and tragic but of course it is. every child death is.#altho it's interesting to me that anne rice wrote a story abt a little girl who didn't actually die. she got turned into a vampire!#she could be alive forever! it could be the perfect escapist story to deal with your real daughter's death#but instead even this immortal powerful vampire has to die. there is no version of this story in which she lives.#i'm not saying it's a bad way to cope or anything i just think it's interesting from like the psychological point of view#a little bit of armchair psychoanalysis as a treat#btw does this count as book spoilers?? i think the show has been pretty clear that claudia doesn't make it to modern day#but idk if they've ever explicitly said she's dead?#so i guess i'll tag it just in case#book spoilers#s2#2x06#iwtv spoilers
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Can I interest yall in my Miku designs
Unedited cards under the cut 👍
#First one is Net Navi miku and I don't have a name for my other design#hatsune miku#vocaloid#Would this count as pjsk because of the cards? Idk I'll tag it just in case#project sekai#pjsk#megaman battle network#Rockman.exe#Cuz yknow#Net navi miku#Rockin' Artﮩ٨ـ
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I've only had Enele for a day but if anything happened to him I'd kill everyone in Teyvat and then myself.
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I find it interesting how Meursault is way more active in Canto VI than previous ones. I think it has something to do with the fact that Heathcliff's main "issue" (sorry I really don't know what to call it...) is about Cathy, Heathcliff's love.
I've never read The Outsider myself, but I've read the synopsis. Maybe Meursault got reminded of Marie, since book Meursault seems to care for Marie a little, even with his general apathy. Maybe he felt something akin to jealousy when he sees how strongly Heathcliff feels emotions. Maybe he felt a tinge of regret or sadness about leaving Marie. Who knows really. I'm waiting impatiently for his Canto.
#idk tbh just a thought#someone probably said it already but I just think it's cool#does this count as a spoiler?#I'll tag it so just in case#limbus company#lcb#meursault lcb#canto vi spoilers#do I tag marie?#Nah I don't think I will#how do I even tag her?/gen
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I think i would like sci-fi a lot more if more stories took the evolution route to it. so many sci-fi stories focus so much on the technology side and "Let's go to space! let's see capitalist hell!" and like, yeahh those have their purpose and place in sci-fi. But personally i love when sci-fi gets speculative with biology. How will the earth change? what animals developed from changed ecosystems - which animals evolved and which ones went extinct? I want people to take the science part of science fiction and explore biology and ecology and how the planet and animals change with the world. I"m tired of it only focusing on technology and robots and being more cyber fantasy.
#text#b4 anyone says 'u want specfic' sci-fi does count as specfic#i just want some science fiction that focuses on nature rather than tech#tbh most my sci-fi tho comes from books i read in my college class on it and the book i got full of classic sci-fi stories#but not many were able to capture my attention like i had hoped#if you guys have any recs that do what i say in the post im all ears!!! I'll be happy to learn abt sci-fi stories like that!!!#basically in this case I want to be wrong I want there to be books about what this post mentions#sci-fi#science fiction#uhh idk tags#oops#anyways a bit outta left field for ppl who usually follow me lmao#if u didnt know i wrote my own story for that class that was basically this#it took the idea of humans going extinct and how the world would grow and change after that#it also speculated on primates becoming more sentient and the fact that new species of monkey appeared#a little more fantasy now that im out of that class but still a bit focused on some sci-fi elements
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it doesn't escape me that the statement in 'rolling with it' had very strong web vibes and the voice who delivered it was "chester"
something something what's left of jon trying to warn sam but that's what the web wanted because it only made sam more curious, something something jon and sam are already caught in the web
#tmagp spoilers#idk if it counts as a spoiler since it's been out a few weeks but just in case anyone's still behind I'll tag it as that anyway#tmagp
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what it sound like in my bedroom (objectum)
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the desire to get better at art and make friends in my fandom vs my overwhelming impostor syndrome: fight!
#vent post#Idk if that counts as vent but I'll tag it in case#I'm fine I should just stop comparing myself to other people who aren't at the same stage I am
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i’m not ready for next weeks episode at all
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BABE I LOVE YOUR HAIR SO FUCKING MUCH, LIKE ITS ONE OF THE MANY MANY THINGS I LOVE ABOUT YOU
BUT IT IS A LITERAL NIGHTMARE TO MASK AROUND LMAO <3
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Gonna do a purple/red pulse + maybe like an auroa type of effect behind him? idk yet! I'm playing! ^_^
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thinking so much about this version of Sporty Takes Off that has a cd I really want to hear it lol
#little robots#does this count as lost media???#idk I'll tag it anyway just in case#lost media#every daY I'm like PLS someone rip the audio and upload somewhere it I really want to hear this#I mean. if anyone does have the cd and would be willing to do that then absolutely go for it!! :]#GOD little robots has so much lost and undocumented media surrounding it it's crazy lol
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How is "I'm Just Ken" unironically such a banger ?
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