#in that one i am Filthy rich. but also. im setting things up so much more efficiently in this game

[orcelito]

tfw u have so much shit in stardew valley due to dumb luck alone. but the thing you dont have. is a single Fucking red cabbage.

[fandom-blackhole]

I love that you established that Paz and Din are practically a family because now our au can work in many ways!

Like social worker!reader x kindergarten teacher!Din with cameos of chef!unclePaz and vice versa.

So we need to connect Boba with the boys in our set up. My head is kinda empty in this deparrment. Boba financially supporting Din's school perhaps?

So as I was lurking at your earlier asks now we can have social worker!reader x mob Boba babysitting Grogu for Din??

Also your expansion on Paz's being eco friendly and all about educating younglings!

He is w o k e king we don't deserve but we all need.

Random thot, Paz of course is a sweetheart but he still represents BDE. He is not about any macho shenanigans so picture this:

You and Paz on lazy Saturday evening, drinking matcha made by our chef, obviously, spilling the tea about his workers. He is throwing a shade left and right sassy king (of course no ill will because he is a teddy) and all of that while you both are using those cute, korean face masks. Can we agree that he is a skincare king?? Like after leaving the army, he taught himself that practicing self-love is really important! Also back to Boba, he doesn't really talk with you about his ''work''. I know communication is the key, but maybe he thinks you are too innocent and selfless doing all that social work, that even though, as you mentioned, he has morals, he won't talk with you about what he'd done to that afwul person from the rival family. Another thing for Boba, he is filthy rich but he does not flaunt his money? Like, of course, he gets you the best of the best gifts just because but deep down he is a simple man.(Jango didn't come from the wealth, he was a self-made man and taught his son the importance of hardworking). He'd rather spend his evening with you, watching the sunset in his penthouse (okay we need to keep this kind of boujee for him) than going to any fancy parties.

Sorry, my writing is all over the place but I feel so pumped up. I love creating this universe with you! - 🐣

God don't be sorry because I can and will jump around as well! I love this little world we are making too and im just super excited...

Ok ok, thinking about how to tie Boba into all of this, what if because he donates so much, Boba is also like an elected official like on the school board for the city?

That way he has a tie to Din, and as for Paz, Boba supports and donates to Paz's eco friendly organization he's started to help clean up the city

And Boba just kind of take both boys under his wing a bit because they both remind him of himself a little

Because Boba is like an big brother to the boys, when Din is super busy he does occasionally ask Boba to watch Grogu

Which always results in a disaster, because Boba always teaches him things he shouldn't, like naughty words, rude gestures, and how to hurt someone

Now as for his money, Boba doesn't flaunt it, but he also uses the money, he isn't just going to let it set there

So he has a nice house(s) in, and out, of the city, he has nice cars with great paint jobs, and as you said spoils you with nice gifts

He also always has the nicest tailored suits, and beautiful watches and tie clips, but his cuff links were his fathers and he wears them all the time and refuses to get new ones

You don't spend much money, wanting to keep it safe for emergencies, so you kind of off handedly comment about something and it shows up at your house, with a note that just says, "for you princess. -B"

Boba very much does like to keep you in the dark about his work, not only for plausible deniablity with law enforcement, but also because it is refreshing to have someone so 'innocent' and untouched in his life

Ok so PAZ, our boy, (first off I LOVE matcha, and I am like the only person that orders it at our local coffee shop, the barista has even told me that lmao)

So he is so into self care, once he left the military he dove into self care because it helps his spirits and it was something he could enjoy while he was away

He always buys the absolute cheesiest masks he can find, and he always looks silly with them half covering his beard (because he has one and I will fight people who say he doesn't)

Also also, so Paz is super economical so what IF he lives in a tiny home?!?!? Like they are better for the environment because they are smaller, and he doesn't use as much energy, though he also has solar panels at his house, and he showers with rain water

God just imagine him, a huge giant, living in a tiny house

He likes how small it it because it means more room for his garden and handful of animals

He owns a clutch of chickens, a goat (he makes his own goat cheese and goat milk soap), and he has a small pond with geese and ducks

(Send me THOTS!!!!!)

[until-we-fall-in-love]

la volpe

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader, slight Marta Cabrera x Reader

Summary: You and Ransom have a complicated relationship.

Warnings: Smut, slightly dub-con because Ransom is an asshole, slightly unhealthy relationship, mild bdsm, rough sex.

If you are under 18, you should not be reading this!

A/N: hello everyone!! no one asked for this and yet here it is!! i hate ransom!! but alas, now i have this smutty fic of him so lmao enjoy?? also i’m physically incapable of writing ana de armas and not making it somehow romantic im so sorry i just have too big of a crush on her and marta

let me know what you thought of this!!!

***

The musical clinking of glasses and cutlery is soft against the piano twinkling in the background. The lights are low and glowing, candles and sparkling, dim-lit chandeliers overhead. The restaurant is dark and lavish, velvet and smelling rich and spiced and enticing. Wine is placed before you, plum and bitter berry tasting. It’s fine and expensive and you swirl it delicately in your sparkling glass. 

Your eyes flicker up to the man across from you, seated casually, leaning back in his chair with broad shoulders covered in a black, finely knit sweater. It’s expensive, you can tell simply by looking at it. Designer, you’re sure. You know his shoes have blood red bottoms. He drips wealth still, smug as ever, handsome as ever. 

“You look good.” He says with a smile curling at his lips. 

You take a sip of wine. Your back is straight, the black, cashmere turtle-neck clinging to your figure. The delicate, ruby earrings glint under the low light, your hair pulled back elegantly. 

Of course you look good.

“What do you want, Ransom?” You ask, setting the glass down carefully. You study him with cutting eyes, skeptical, but composed. 

“Can’t I take my girl out to a nice dinner?” He asks, his eyes glimmering. 

“Haven’t been your girl in months.” You counter, drum your crimson colored nails against your glass. You grow impatient, sigh lightly and glance away from him.  

“C’mon, don’t be like that, princess.” He croons all low and soft, leaning forward onto the table. You like when his eyes flash like that, sincere for you. Just on the right side of desperate. He deserves it, since it’s been months since you’d last heard from him. 

You’re actually certain he has a new girl on his arm now. 

And you want to make him squirm a little. 

You roll your eyes at him, at the way he tries to butter up to you with the nice dinner and a few compliments. You know he wants something. He always wants something and the gleam in his eyes is too sharp and pretty. Greedy, greedy man that would gorge himself on you, on this life, if you’d let him. 

You bite your lip, watch as his eyes track the movement like a predator. 

He at least needs to work for it.

“I could be doing a thousand other things right now, Ransom. Why am I out to dinner with you?” You ask instead, your lashes fluttering prettily as your eyes land on him once more. Your features are aloof and cold and haughty. It makes his blood boil, you can see it in the curl of his lips. 

He huffs lightly, “Oh, yeah, busy Harvard graduate student, isn’t that right?” His voice is just shy of a sneer when he asks, “How’s the dissertation going, kitten?” 

“Well, thank you.” 

You look down your nose at him as his own eyes settle into a glare. The blue of his eyes burns and smolders, bright and sparking on you. Your gazes are as sharp as knives, gleaming and ready to gut each other. 

You wait until he relents, takes this loss to hopefully get a win. He lowers his eyes with another breath, concedes. 

He’ll give you another compliment, maybe reach across the table to touch you. Then he’ll ask you for what he needs. 

“I am glad to hear that.” He says smoothly, “I know how much it means to you. I’m sure it’s incredible.” And he offers you an earnest look, the one you’re sure he’s used to get into plenty of girl’s panties. 

And like clockwork, he reaches over to brush his fingers against yours, which are gently resting on the stem of your wine glass. 

He gives you a smile like that’s supposed to work.

You roll your eyes, pull your hand from his.

You watch the heat and anger rush over his features and wonder if he’s going to make a scene. Now that would be fun. You wonder if you’ll get to toss your wine all over that expensive sweater, storm out only for him to follow hot on your trails. And he’ll drag you to the car and you’ll scream at each other until you’re kissing and your nails are biting into his skin and he’s trying to teach you a lesson in manners—

If your cheeks flush, he doesn’t notice, because he snaps, “Are you always such a brat?” 

You smile for the first time that evening. 

“No, you just bring out the worst in me.” You quip back before taking another slow, savored sip of wine.

He scoffs, “I could say the same of you.” 

“Then why am I here?” 

Now he does soften a little, “I want you to come home with me for my grandfather’s birthday party.” 

Your brows furrow and you settle back into your chair, skeptical. “Don’t you have a girlfriend right now? Why not just bring her?” You ask, even though you already know the answer to your own question.

“You know you’re the only one I bring home to my psychotic family.” He says and now he captures your hand with his, brushes his thumb over your knuckles, leans close and in your space. His cologne is familiar and washes over you, spiced and warm and musky. Expensive.

“You’re psychotic, too.” You respond, but allow your fingers to slip into his. His hand is warm against yours and it slides against your palm, open and large. His fingers brush over the pulse in your wrist, move along the sensitive skin there. 

“That’s why you fit in there, princess.” He says and gives you a shark’s smile, so hooked and gutting. He lowers his voice for you, “And,” His eyes roll up to catch yours, “I’ve missed you.” 

The hint of vulnerability in his face makes you hum lightly, amused or pleased or warmed by it. You’ve missed him, too, in truth. Nobody is like Ransom.

There’s something about him and you that always keeps you two returning to one another. He’s inevitable, you think. You’ve never known anyone to get under your skin in such a way, to burrow their way into you and refuse to leave. 

He’s a disease. 

One you can’t cure yourself from. He’s ruined you for anyone else. 

But you think you’ve ruined him, too. 

It’s been months since your last fling with him. Years since you officially dated but you’re both always circling back to one another. He doesn’t bring any other girls home besides you. He was only ever serious about you. You’re both fated in some way, your stars entwined, looped and crashing into one another again and again. A dance that never ends, that you never want to end.

“Yeah?” You ask, soft and breathy, leaning towards him now, too. “Whad’ya miss about me, Ransom?” 

His eyes flicker lower, over your form and they roam slow and savoring. He licks his lips fleetingly. “Well,” He begins, “I miss fucking you.” 

The vulgarity shouldn’t shock you, it shouldn’t make you flush, but it does. You blame the little wine you’ve had. You pull from his touch once more, continue your game of cat and mouse and try to keep your thoughts from sliding into memories of him on top of you. At your neck with teeth. Parting your legs.

“Pig.” You scoff, shaking your head and pulling your hand from his. “You have a girlfriend.” 

“Yeah, but she’s not you.” He muses, “No one’s you.” He adds, tilting his head slightly. “So c’mon. Come home with me, baby.” He then almost purrs and smiles again, slow and charming this time. He means it now and it’s the kind of smile that gets him out of trouble if he ever tried to wear it. It could be boyish, if it wasn’t so hungry. 

You pick up your wine glass once more, glare over the rim before taking another sip. A bigger one this time, let it burn down your throat and warm your chest. You think your heart is beating faster than it should as he looks at you as if he wants to lay you out on this very table. 

“Get me a diamond bracelet and I will.” You tell him, your bottom lip sticking out a little as you gaze back at him. 

His eyes spark, dance with the flame of the candle. He looks a little crazed now, like he’s lost a few screws and hasn’t bothered to find them again. He looks a little wild-eyed and it’s enticing, the uncertainty in him. The promise of pain and pleasure and the fast pace life of the wealthy. All beautiful and dirty and filthy fucking rich.

He takes your hand and kisses it, slides his lips to your palm. To your wrist where your pulse flutters underneath his mouth, beneath the touch of his tongue. The threat of teeth. He murmurs then, his voice smooth and low and so lovely it makes you shiver;

“Anything for you, princess.” 

***

The Cartier white-gold, diamond bracelet catches in the sun proudly and flashes brilliant light as your hand slides into Ransom’s while he helps you out of his car. You step out onto the gravel driveway and smooth out the tight, leather black skirt hugging your hips and thighs. You inch it down as you ready to see the Thrombey’s once more after nearly a year. You adjust your cream, turtleneck sweater, too. The knitting chunky and loose, oversized on you but chic and soft to the touch.

You have to be sure the wine dark bruise on your neck is covered, the red marked rings around your wrist are drowned in the sleeves of your sweater. Can’t have his family realizing his tastes in bondage, not that you think he would care, but you certainly do. 

In fact, the mere memory of it makes you flush with heat in the crisp autumn air. 

You’d barely gotten into Ransom’s apartment in the city before he’d shoved you hard against the door. A picture rattles, swings precariously. He kisses you with a brutalness you haven’t felt in months, the quick cut of his teeth at your bottom lip. His hands on your body, hungry, greedy hands that want to take and take and take. 

You’d shoved him back, tried to get him off you as you glared up at him with fever dark eyes. Your chest was already heaving, rising and falling in quick bursts, your face flushed with color. 

You’d already look frazzled, hair slipping from the updo it’d been in. His little hell cat, little brat that’s gotta try and fight him on everything. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” You’d gasped, your lips already raw and spit-slick and he’d wanted to absolutely fucking ruin you--

He had smirked lazily, as if the whole world was his to take. But there was a restless bite to him, a deep seated and painful desire. A desperate hunger that was raw and open on his face as he looked at you like you were his for the taking.  

 “C’mon, baby,” He purrs, nearing you again, despite your palm going to his chest. As if that’d keep him back for long. You could tell by the look in his eyes, the dark, sharp gleam that he was going to get what he wanted. “I just wanna show you how bad I missed you.” 

And you could feel how bad he’d missed you, the hard line of him now pressing back into your hip as he crowds you again. Your back hits the wall again, his hands already dragging under your clothes to find sensitive, bare skin.

He groans slightly, maybe at how soft you are, maybe because he does just fucking miss you. 

But you’re not done protesting, even if your stomach is twisting in excitement. Even if there’s heat building on the inside of you, making you grip at his broad shoulders slightly. 

“Get off me, Ransom.” You try to snap, but your voice is getting all high and breathy like he loves. You squirm, try to push him off once more. 

He laughs slightly as you manage to wriggle out from beneath him. You dart for the bedroom and if you’d truly not wanted him, you would’ve slammed the door in his face. But you leave it, let him follow after you. 

He shuts the door behind him, then. Strolls in leisurely. 

“You think after months of not speaking, you just get to take what you want?” You ask in the haughty little way that makes his blood sing. It’s more to taunt him, more to test is control. 

You could tell he didn’t have much left. 

“Yes,” He drawls, arrogant, pushing up the sleeves of his sweater. “Now, why don’t you be a good girl and get on the bed for me?” 

You inhale sharp and quietly, your wide eyes staring at him as he wanders closer. The bedroom, though large and luxurious, now feels too small. Like there’s no more oxygen and a single spark would send it up in flames. 

“Make me.” You say, just to watch it all burn.

Within seconds, he’s on you, pushing you back onto the bed where the air leaves your lungs in a taken, guttering breath. His knee comes right up between your legs, his hands back on you and roughing you up. 

You wrestle with him and he laughs again, excited, dark and knowing. “Oh, you wanna fight, huh?” He rumbles, grappling with your wrists. His strength shouldn’t make you all hot-blooded for him, shouldn’t make you want to sink into the silk sheets and let him do whatever he pleases but it does. 

You ache already, in the core of your body. 

He gets your hands down on the bed, pins you with his weight and his strength and his large hands. You arch your back, pull at your wrists to try and free yourself. Cry out when he squeezes harder. 

“Am I gonna have to tie you up?” He says through his teeth, manhandling you, keeping you down with his weight. He releases your hands, but he’s on you, and it’s only so he can loosen his belt and slip it off. 

You’re like a little doll, so easily possessed by him. So easily detained. You squirm and kick uselessly beneath him. The belt is slipped around your wrists, the cool leather tightening as he loops it in such a way that binds your hands together and above your head. 

You’re about to snipe something about how the hell he’s supposed to get your clothes off now, but suddenly he grips the front of your t-shirt and just rips. 

You gasp, mouth popping open in surprise for a moment. 

“Fuck you,” You curse then as he starts pushing the shirt to the side, baring your chest to him, which is clad in a lacy, creme bra. His hands immediately glide over the skin exposed, the soft skin of your chest. 

“Yeah, that’s what I want you to do.” Ransom snarks, fingers sliding over the soft fabric of your bra, digging in like he might—

“Don’t you dare!” You hiss, “This was expensive!” 

“I’ll buy you a new one.” He tries to wager, pulling at the fabric a little, forcing you to arch up for him. And what a pretty picture you make for him, already all disheveled and roughed up, eyes shining, hands bound on his bed.

“No!” You try not to whine too much but your voice pitches upward as he palms a breast roughly through your bra, watches you with dark, hooded eyes. And thankfully, for whatever reason, he takes mercy on you and only pulls it downward, so your breasts spill from the top.

His fingers are gentler than you thought they’d be as he rolls your nipple slowly. He leans down to consume you in another bruising kiss, mouth hot and demanding, a little slick and open-mouthed. Messy in its roughness. 

His fingers turn into a sudden, stinging pinch and you mewl lightly into his mouth. He swallows it down hungrily. 

And then his lips drag to your neck, leaving you gasping and squirming, his teeth setting to fragile skin, mouth against your pulse. He sucks hard, until it turns into a blooming bruise of pain and heat. 

“Ransom!” You yelp when it becomes too much, but the damage is done and you know there will be dark marks where he wants. You know there will be evidence of him all over your body by the end of this. 

The rest of your clothes are removed in a hurry, tossed aside, thankfully intact. 

He always gets what he wants, it seems. 

It’d make you livid if it also didn’t make you so--

“Oh, princess, you’re so fucking wet.” He nearly purrs, fingers sliding through where you’re silken and petal-soft, velvety and flooded with heat. 

He gets over excited, too desperate for you, only loosens his trousers, pulls himself out. You feel overexposed with his clothes still on, your bare skin littered with evidence of him, open and vulnerable to him. 

He strokes himself, slow, with your slick before positioning himself. You can tell he’s painfully aroused, too impatient, because the smooth head of him glides along where you’re weeping and sensitive. You mewl, try to twist away from him but he grabs your waist with one, strong hand and holds you still for him.

“Do you have a condom?” You ask, breathless, watching as he makes another slow pass through your folds. 

He snorts slightly, too fascinated with the feel of you, the way you glisten on him to even look up at your face. “No,” And then, “Aren’t you still on the pill?” 

“Well, yes, but--” 

He presses in a little too easily, just the head, and you gasp sharply at the stretch of him already. But! Your mind frets, but you should still be cautious! But it hasn’t been a full week of your new pack! But, but, but!

“Ransom,” You warn, wishing you could push at his thighs, straining slightly with the belt still holding you together. “Don’t-- unless you have a condom.” You get out. 

“I’ll be careful,” He says flippantly, sliding out slowly and back through your aching folds.

He teases you more, makes you ache something awful. Makes your hips buck up and a whine be pulled from your chest. Gets you all desperate until he glides all the way in, bare, and fitting far too snug inside of you. 

“Ransom!” 

He groans, which falls off into a dark, rumbling laugh at the way you keen and squeeze achingly tight around him despite all your protests. A little velvet vice, and he’s delirious and heady with you, struck breathless at the sensation. 

“But you just feel so fucking good like this,” He gets out, drops his head onto your chest, wraps his arms around you tight. You shouldn’t, but you give in to him, let your head drop back and moan, broken and soft, as he fills you.

He likes to fuck close and intimate like this, deep and dirty and with this violent sort of tenderness for you. He likes to make you lose yourself in the slow, rough push and pull of him, so you can’t do anything but take him and cry doing so. 

Your memory is abruptly cut off when Ransom’s hand comes down on the back of your neck, the heated flashes of images you’d been thinking about burning through you. As if he can sense where your mind has gone, (and maybe he can, maybe he can see it in the way your eyes glow and get all wide-- the same way they do when he says something dirty that you shouldn’t like, but do, the slight soft desperation in them), because he smirks slightly. Hooked and curved and too sharp.   

He quirks a brow, “Let’s make this quick.” He says, “So we can leave and I can push that skirt of yours up and--”

“Behave,” You hush, even if your cheeks are still burning, and you pinch his side for good measure anyways. 

He hisses and swats your hand away before you tip your chin up and stride forward, only for the dogs to come rushing out towards the pair of you. Ransom grows upset, jolting back at their jumping and barking. He hates these dogs, whereas you’re able to press onward, allow Ransom to wallow for a moment. 

He shouts at them, before hurrying after you and into the safety of the arching, dark doorway. 

The party is already in full swing; you’re both late, of course. Ransom wanted to spend as little time as possible here tonight. But upon entering, you’re quickly and eagerly greeted by his mother, who has a drink in hand. 

“Oh! Well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise!” She says, perhaps too loudly, but rushes forward to wrap you in a hug. You’re well-liked by most of his family surprisingly, who usually let loose scathing remarks about Ransom not deserving you. 

And you put on a good face for them, try to put on the air of the Harvard princess; you know wealthy people well, even if you haven’t always been the richest. Mundanely middle class for most of your life, but you worked hard to go to Harvard, to play in the big leagues. You know what they like to hear from you and see from you; so you play rich. 

“It’s been far too long!” She continues, pulling away to look at you, and then, “Didn’t think you would’ve stayed with him!” She snarks then, squeezing your arm and you force out a laugh.

You know not to mention you haven’t been with her son. 

“Well, you know Ransom,” You shrug lightly, a dainty, graceful lift of your shoulders,  “He doesn’t like to come around much.” 

“No, the little shit.” She shakes her head, but her smile reappears after a moment, “C’mon, let me get you a drink!” 

And you are led deeper into the house, deeper into the Thrombey’s absurdity and vanity and spiraling greed. 

~ 

 Playing rich is fun for awhile; your diamond bracelet sparkles in the low light and the clothes are expensive and flattering but there’s only so much you can take. You grow tired of putting on your best fake, glittering smile and parading around the big house. 

A moment of reprieve when you speak with Ransom’s grandfather, the man of the hour, Harlan. 

He’s always liked you dearly. Not because you have expensive boots on or because you’re poised and can put on a mask of wealth for an evening, but because you study literature. As an author, he thinks it’s one of the most noble pursuits, one of knowledge found in digging through books, getting lost in the stories only to emerge with concrete ideas and arguments. Larger concepts and critiques of society, a bigger picture that so few seem to grasp and pay attention to. 

So Harlan asks, as he does when he sees you, “What are you reading right now, my dear?” 

And he doesn’t mean what you’re studying, but what you’re enjoying. 

“The Beautiful and Damned.” You tell him and a sudden laugh rumbles from him. 

“A good one to revisit while you’re with my family, surely.” He says, all good natured and warm. 

But the moment is fleeting with everyone vying for his attention, and the evening slinks onward. Petty squabbles are had, more drinks are poured, food taken and eaten and taken. 

While Ransom talks privately with his grandfather, you rest on the couch beside Marta, tucked away in an alcove, reclining leisurely beside the girl you’ve met the past few times at the Thrombey gatherings. She’s lovely and doe-eyed and she smiles very sweetly at you. It’s a little timid and soft and you wonder how her dark lashes might feel against your cheek. 

You offer her wine from your glass, which she declines with a shake of her head. Her smile is earnest and you manage to make her laugh somehow, soft and quiet sighs and giggles that fall from both of your lips. She is slow to open up but now she unfurls before you, petal soft and wonderful and glittering eyed in the softly lit room. 

“You’re my favorite part of the Thrombey’s,” You tell her with a slip of a smile, take another sip of your wine and you think her eyes are following your lips. You feel a flush crawl along your face. 

“Not Ransom?” She asks, because you think she’s wondering. Everyone wonders about you two, about him. No one knows your relationship, no one understands it. They don’t have to, but while you can hear Ransom faintly from the other room begin to raise his voice, you let out a huff of air. Almost a scoff at her question.

“Please,” You say, eyes flickering over to the closed door, where Ransom and Harlan hide behind. “I haven’t been Ransom’s girlfriend in years.” You admit and maybe it’s the wine that makes the words slip from you, drop like precious diamonds from the cave of your mouth. Maybe it’s the honesty of her face, the twinkling empathy in her eyes. She’d be soft, so soft and gentle and--

“I hadn’t even seen him in months until a few days ago, when he asked me to come.” You add, take the last sip of your wine bitterly; it’s turned sour and puckered and dry in your mouth. You set the glass down.

“That’s awful.” Marta says quietly and you don’t realize how close she’s gotten, your thighs touching, almost hip to hip. Your arm is leisurely thrown over the back of the sofa, behind her. 

“Yeah, well,” You say and it comes out breathier than you intend, “That’s Ransom.” 

“Why did you come?” She asks then, not rudely, but genuine. 

You hold up your wrist and your diamond bracelet sparkles in front of her eyes, catches in the darkness there to look like a star. “I got a diamond bracelet if I came.” You say and it’s meaner than you intend it to be, but maybe you’re a little more upset than you thought. Maybe you wanna throw a fit. Maybe you want Marta to comfort you with lips and soothing words. 

Maybe it’s just the wine. 

“That’s not the only reason you came, though.” Marta probes gently, “Is it?” 

Your jaw ticks and your lashes flutter as you turn to face her. “Why else would I?” 

“Because you love him.” She whispers. 

“Love’s a big word, Marta.” You respond, hushed and secretive, and your fingers slip into the hair at the back of her neck. A strand of it slides over your knuckles as you twirl the chocolate lock slowly, silky soft against your skin, “It’s so heavy.” 

She blinks slightly, a rush of pink spreading over her cheeks. “Sometimes.” She whispers, leaning into your touch. 

You wonder if she’d whimper if you pulled her hair, how she’d feel against your throat with teeth and tongue. If she’d cry out all pretty and soft, if she’d give what she gets. 

“It is with Ransom.” You say, but you don’t think it would be with her. It’d be as light as the sigh that escapes her, the little breath that comes from her chest. As light as feathers and silk, snowflakes that swirl in the night sky, petals on the wind. 

A door explodes open, rattles on the hinges, through the whole house. It makes you both jolt away from each other. 

Ransom barrels out. You huff, spring up quickly as you watch him grab his coat and wrench the front door open. 

“I’m sorry,” You tell Marta, “It was nice seeing you.” You say earnestly and then move to follow, to find your coat, and hurry out the door and into the chill of the night. 

“What the fuck?” You shout to Ransom as you slam the front door shut behind you. 

His eyes flash dangerously in the darkness, “Get in the fucking car.” He says, “We’re leaving.” And he slides into the front seat and slams the car door just as hard. 

He’s in a mood, then. 

You hustle over, slip into the passenger side and he peels out of the driveway and down the dirt path.

He’s eerily quiet. Uncharacteristically so. The growl of the car fills the silence with rumbling, with an unsettled sound that rattles through you.

You don’t dare break the quiet first. 

And the quiet stretches and stretches, stretches thin until it breaks--

“I forgot something.” He says suddenly, jerking the car to the right, pulling off the road. 

“What’d you forget?” You ask, browns furrowing. He doesn’t answer you, though, only stops the car, kills the engine. He stares in silence for a moment, as if he’s making a decision. You can feel your heart in your chest, the steady thrumming that skips when he raises his eyes in the darkness. The red light of his dash casts him in crimson, in unnatural white light. 

The whole world feels at a stand-still, on a teetering precipice.  

“I’ll be back.” He says and he leaves you, slides out of the car and into the night. Your stomach sinks for some reason, the plummet catching you off guard. 

So you wait for him, alone, as a decision that changes everything is made.

***

Ransom is quiet still, pensive, when you both return to his apartment. After all that anger, you thought maybe he’d take it out on you. You’d both yell and scream and then end up making up on the kitchen countertops, furiously trying to rip away clothes and egos and pain.

But he’s uncharacteristically gentle with you as he lays you out on his sheets. Silver light from the moon, the faint stars, cut across the bed like a knife. Slices over his face in a diagonal, one half eclipsed, and the other luminous and sterling silver. 

He gets rid of your clothes with reverence, looks over you with hunger and thinly veiled tenderness. A violent sort of need that makes him seem wolfish, even in his gentleness. He covers you, enfolds you in shadow and the curling strength of his arms. 

He slides down your body, parts your legs and rolls the warmth of his tongue against where you’re most vulnerable and soft. He flutters his eyes up to you, threads his fingers through yours so you have something to hold onto.

He doesn’t stop until you’re crying, arching off his sheets, twisting and turning and tormented. Until tears slide from the corners of your eyes and you’re aching and open and then he gathers you in his arms, nudges his waist into the crook of your own and fits himself in the depth of you.

You gasp, open mouthed, as he finds home. His own groan blooming from the pit of his chest and out against the hollow of your throat. His hands are bruising, gripped too tight, but you don’t even care, not as you toss your head back, let it fall against his pillow. 

The way he looks at you is somewhere between desperation and viciousness. He wants to possess you, he wants to make you delirious with him. Maybe because you’ve made him as mad with you. He wants to infect you the way you’ve infected him.

He wants to belong, he wants to keep you forever. He wants to give you everything, and you think maybe he says so. Maybe he gets it out into the crook of your neck, maybe he presses it into your skin besides all the marks he gave you. His, his, his. 

He curls around you afterward, slides his hands over your vulnerable belly, the skin soft beneath his broad palms. 

“Let’s leave and never return.” Ransom says and you blink, bleary and sleepy, glance at him with a flutter of your lashes. 

“Where would we go?” You murmur, carding your hands through his hair. 

“Paris, maybe.” He rumbles into your skin, fingers creating a strange, swirling pattern on your stomach. 

“You can read and study and write.” He says and for some reason, your heart squeezes painfully. For some reason, you’re still foolish to imagine it. Sitting pretty in a cafe, a worn book in your hands, glasses of wine between the two of you. He’d look stylish and handsome against a violet rose sunset. 

“And what would you do?” You ask softly, a whisper.  

“Anything I wanted.” 

Quietness falls upon you both again, slow and heavy. He fingers the skin of your stomach, slides over it in strange rhythms only he knows. You’re nearly on the brink of sleep when he turns his face up to you, totally shadowed now, and says;

“I have to tell you something, baby.” 

And you can tell by the look in his eyes that this is the beginning of the end.    

***

He’d said it was his hour of need and you’re smart so you listen and you absorb. You’re appalled and you’re a little shocked but you-- 

You keep your head on straight. Ransom starts to unravel. 

The moment it’s discovered that his grandfather apparently comitted suicide, he starts to slip into a dangerous edge. He starts ranting and raving and then he’ll go deadly silent and then he’ll become prickly and hot. You are cool and collected. 

You are waiting for your time to strike. 

A detective is hired by Ransom in an attempt to win it all; and you are careful, walk the tightrope slow and steady. You keep him sane and dull the sharp part of him. 

And then, the way a ribbon is pulled apart, Marta slips right into Ransom’s jaws. His plan didn’t work; Marta didn’t kill his grandfather. Ransom technically didn’t, either. 

You think, maybe, it could’ve been put to rest here. You think maybe he could've walked away. But Ransom never half does anything, doesn’t ever not finish the job. He spirals. 

You wait for a time to strike.    

***

Your time is quick and fleeting and you remember piece of a conversation, a snippet of information that could change everything. 

You speak with Fran on the outskirts of the family as they discuss heavier matters. She chatters a lot, on and on about just about anything. And you carefully weave the conversation, guide it slowly but surely towards this one factor;

“You have a friend that does toxicology, don’t you?” 

She nods enthusiastically, tells you about what he does, how interesting it is. How long she’s known him. You gaze at the family, at the way they try to be hush and talk and end up bickering. Fran’s voice comes in and out, the world turning slow. 

Another argument breaks out. Voices raising, cutting over each other. Ruthless. And poor Marta who has to deal with them all, whose only in this position because--

You glance at Ransom, watch his handsome face screw up into a mocking smile as he speaks with his relatives. Smug, greedy, too arrogant. You think about what he said; running away to Paris. To Rome or anywhere in the world. You wonder if you could’ve been happy with him-- dream about a life never lived. A path never taken. 

Because later, when Ransom tells you to keep watch so he can slip the antidote back in Marta’s bag, you step away. You hide in the bathroom, peak through the crack in the door, breathe slow and quiet as you watch Fran catch Ransom in the act.

Watch as it all comes crashing down; a domino effect that will slide into place now. You watch as you tip the first scale, as you set the life you could’ve had with Ransom up in flames. Fran disappears, obviously upset and reeling with what she’s discovered. 

You emerge once more, greet Ransom with a kiss on the cheek. 

A Judas kiss, betrayal placed softly upon his skin. 

You force yourself to look into his eyes, so he doesn’t suspect a thing. You smile at him, the kind of smile that makes him kiss you. Hard and quick and furious. He calls you his Bonnie, says so against your lips. 

You laugh and hope it doesn’t come out as tumbling and mad as it sounds to your ears. 

 ***

When all is said and done, Ransom ends up behind bars, just as you knew he would. Just as he should be. He thinks you had nothing to do with it, he thinks you’re gonna help him out of this one, too, somehow. 

So you visit him in prison, dressed in Chanel and fur and the Cartier white-gold bracelet that flashes so prettily. Your heels click against the cold, tile ground as your approach the stall to speak with him. He sits behind the glass in an orange jumpsuit, garring and horrible. It’s unzipped slightly, showing his broad, muscled chest, rolled up at the elbows. A far cry from his lavish coats and scarves and sweaters. 

His eyes glint when they see you, a tilting of his head that is arrogant and predatory. His smile is hooked when he sees you. 

With all of your grace, you glide to him, take a seat in front of him. In front of the glass. You both stare at each other a moment, his eyes always so hungry and wolfish. Heat flares slowly inside of you, an inkling of torment from hell, from the devil before you. 

Slowly, with measured ease, he picks up the phone to speak with you. 

You reach for it, too, your eyes still on him. 

“Hello, princess.” He rumbles into the phone. 

“Hello, Ransom.” You say almost hushed. 

“I miss you,” He says with his curling smile, a flash of sharp teeth. You think of them at your neck, on your pulse that beats rapidly. 

“When I get out of here, let’s leave.” He then says, soft and murmured, “Let’s leave and never look back. I’ll take you wherever you want.” 

You hum on that, look over him slowly, and you think that seeing him here, in the jumpsuit, behind the glaring glass, leaves your dreams of Paris dashed and destroyed. The idea of loving him, sitting on that balcony with a book in your hands and his hand on your thigh as you watch the city fall into dusk shatters right in front of you. You can put it to rest once and for all, dig a grave inside the pit of your chest and bury it. 

“I don’t think you’ll get out for a long time, I’m afraid.” You tell him finally. 

His eyes darken, brows furrowing, “What are you talking about? I’ll get the best lawyers, you’ll help me--”

“I won’t.” You say, finding his eyes, shaking your head the slightest amount. 

His eyebrows shoot up, his face becoming cold and hard and outraged, “You won’t?” He asks, and then, “Thought you were my Bonnie?” His jaw ticks in anger, in pain that bubbles up inside of him, “You know I could get you here on assisted murder. I protected you. You knew everything--” 

“Oh, Ransom,” You say, a slight sigh, pitying and soft. And now it’s your turn to be sharp-smiled, a slip of fox’s wit, “Who do you think led Fran to look into the toxicology reports?” You ask lightly. 

He blinks, his mouth suddenly falling open. 

“How do you think she caught you replacing the antidote to Marta’s bag?” You ask him, tilting your head, the look in your eyes cunning and quick and burning. 

He stares in disbelief. 

“I know I’m psycho,” You sigh, lift your finger to the glass, draw a swirling pattern as if you’re stroking his face. All that you feel is the cold, clear glass. “But you didn’t think I’d let you get away with this, did you?”

He sits back in shock, staring at you. And then a laugh bursts from him, rough and hard and he looks at you with awe, with a wild sort of amazement. 

“Backstabbing, rotten bitch.” He says, but it’s with fondness. Like he can’t believe someone bested him, like he can’t believe you could be so cutthroat or ruthless, “You really were made for me, weren’t you?” 

He looks at you like he wants to take you up against the glass in front of everyone, like he wants to punish you and praise you and love you so violently that you can’t see or feel anything but him. 

But there is no rough love making, there is nothing but the glass between you and the triumph and the ache inside your ribs. 

“It seems so.” You say and you let your hand fall away from the glass, your diamond bracelet clinking lightly. You take a last look at him, sear him into your memory like this, looking at you like you’re both the best and worst thing the world could ever give him.

“Goodbye, darling.” You purr, even if your heart is burning, even if your breath is tight. And then you hang up the phone and rise, graceful and elegant as ever. 

You can hear his laughter, feel the way his eyes try to keep you here, brand you and scorch you. 

You walk out with your head high, a too-clever grin touching the corner of your lips and a weight off of your shoulders, but a sinking feeling in your stomach.

You’ll miss him, you think, even if all the world knows you shouldn’t. 

[notsimplysusurrus]

Whumptober 2019 Day 1: Shaky Hands

Yes, it’s late, and yes I know that. This is my first time writing just whump. It takes some exposition to get there, so bear with me. I’m also kind of incorporating kinktober into the fold, so this also involves deepthroating for the kinktober prompts.

TW: emotional abuse, physical abuse, and rape

Fandom: Doctor Who

Notes: This is Academy Era stuff that I’ve been thinking about for a while involving Theta Sigma and Koschei’s father Lord Oakdown. May post it on ao3 if I don’t hate it too much.

Theta Sigma couldn’t quite remember how he’d ended up where he found himself at present, but he knew that he’d made a terrible mistake. He could have been in a warm place where all his needs were met. After all, Koschei had asked Theta to stay over at one his father’s many, vast estates during their holiday, but Theta declined—as per the usual—not wanting to impose.

So he decided to spend the holiday in his beloved barn. Unfortunately for Theta, however, the winter cold had killed the berry bushes along with all the other edible plants he normally collected from to feed himself during breaks from the Academy. That meant he had to go to the market. He had to steal. 

Being poor meant that Theta had to steal things more than he’d have liked to, but such was his life. Over the years, he had become a thief of admirable skill. He seldom got caught, but when he did, he usually managed to talk his way out of it. Many shopkeepers took pity on him, sending him off with little more than a warning. In fact, some even let him take what he’d set out to steal.

Others were not so kind. They demanded things from him. They hurt him. But Theta didn’t like to think about those times, so he brushed all of those thoughts away.  

The man who apprehended Theta earlier in the day harboured no such feelings of pity for the skinny, raggedy-looking boy. No, this man grabbed Theta by the collar of his robe, dragged him down to his cellar, shoved him over the threshold, and locked him inside. Theta worried the man would call the police. Brax would surely be furious if he had to collect Theta from relevant authorities, and Brax’s anger was quite the sight to behold. 

But worse yet was the thought of possibly being kicked out of the Academy over the ordeal. Theta couldn’t stand the thought of being taken away from Koschei. He wouldn’t let that happen. What did he have to offer the shopkeeper in exchange for keeping this quiet? Huddled in the corner in the mess of fabric that had once been Brax’s robe and was much too big for him, Theta quietly mumbled the incredibly short list of his possessions to himself. 

“There’s the barn--but that’s not technically mine, so that’s no good.” As he went through the list, Theta counted out the items on his fingers. “The bed inside the barn is mine, but I’m sure he’s got a bed.” Theta pursed his lips, trying to think of anything else he had to offer. “My clothes, though too big on me would be too small on him.” Nothing else Theta had was even a little bit valuable. Well, he supposed there was one thing he had left, but the thought of it made him feel sick. Theta wrapped his arms around his knees and pulled them close, wondering what in Rassilon’s name he was going to do. 

The sound of the man returning to him interrupted these thoughts. Theta, however, detected two scents, meaning that the man wasn’t alone. Surely the shopkeeper had called the police, and his life was over. Theta could forget about offering this man anything at all. Even so, Theta crossed his legs and sat up straight, setting his trembling hands on his knees so neither the man nor his guest could see just how afraid that he was. 

“This better be worth my time, commoner,” one of the approaching voices sneered. Theta thought that didn’t sound like something a police officer would say at all. As the two stepped into the small circle of light illuminating the cellar from a dirty window above Theta’s head, Theta’s stomach dropped. The shopkeeper hadn’t called the police—but someone much worse: Koschei’s father. 

“That ‘im?” The shopkeeper asked. Lord Oakdown merely smiled, an expression which came across as predatory and terrifying to the small boy below him and tossed the shopkeeper a bag of what must have been money from the sound of its contents clinking together. 

“Leave us,” Lord Oakdown said, shooing the man away. Awestruck by the bag of money, the shopkeeper grinned. 

“Yeah, yeah. Take what time ye need,” the man said and excused himself. Theta’s eyes followed the shopkeeper taking his leave before turning his attention back to the man towering above him. Lord Oakdown’s features were all rather angular in way that would have made him appear handsome under different circumstances. His hair war the same jet black as Koschei’s, but his eyes were a steely grey—nothing at all like Koschei’s electric blue ones. 

“Have you any idea who I am?” Lord Oakdown asked. 

“Y—yes sir,” Theta said, finding it difficult to continue staring up at him but also feeling too afraid to look away. “Koschei’s father.” 

“Good,” Lord Oakdown said. “At least you’re not as stupid as your student records make you out to be.” Theta was unsure whether or not he was expected say thank you in response to this remark, so he said nothing at all. “We’ve yet to have a proper chat, haven’t we Theta...Sigma, is it?” Theta quickly nodded. “Well, consider this our first and last conversation: stay away from my son. Does that make sense? Can you understand as much?” Theta merely blinked, confused as to why they were speaking to one another at all. Lord Oakdown was one of the richest men on the planet, whereas Theta’s parents were disgraced and somewhat poor due to their association with the Outsiders. Theta thought the Outsiders were perfectly nice people, but so-called high society disagreed.

“We’re just friends,” Theta said softly. Lord Oakdown stared down at the boy for a few moments, as if surprised he was capable of speaking in full sentences before bursting into uproarious laughter. 

“As if you could ever be anything more?” Lord Oakdown asked incredulously, attempting to catch his breath. “You’re practically a different species.”

“I don’t see a problem with us being friends.” Theta looked down at his hands. “I’m not as smart as Koschei, and I know that...but he means the world to me.” Not having been looking up at him, Theta was shocked when Lord Oakdown slapped him. He cupped his face where he’d been hit, looking back up at Koschei’s father for fear that he may be hit again. 

“You may claim you’re simply friends, but I was young once, too. Despite your pathetic affection, my son will never end up with the likes of you.” Lord Oakdown smiled down at Theta cruelly. “I mean, look at yourself. You are of low intelligence and class—not to mention...unfortunate lineage. And from what I’ve heard from a select few shopkeepers too level-headed to take pity on you: a dirty whore.” Theta’s hands balled into fists, shaking at his sides. 

“At least I’ve never hit him,” Theta spat in response. “And I won’t stop being his friend or doing anything else that I damn well please with him.” Lord Oakdown remained remarkably calm in the face of these accusations and Theta’s defiance. He cleared his throat.

“It appears my son has been embellishing again,” Lord Oakdown said simply. “As for your insolent behaviour, I’ve only one thing to say.” Lord Oakdown leant down toward Theta—far closer than Theta would have preferred him to be. “I didn’t want to have to hurt you.” 

“Wha—” Theta’s words were interrupted by Lord Oakdown grabbing a handful of his hair and dragging him to his feet. 

“Your shopkeeper friends have told me all about the things you’ve done for them to stay out of trouble.” Theta grabbed at the hand in his hair, but Lord Oakdown’s grip was far too strong. “I asked them to keep an eye out for you. After all, I needed some privacy for our little...chat.” Lord Oakdown released the grip he had on Theta’s hair only to shove him hard enough for him to lose his balance and fall backward. Much to his surprise, Theta landed on something soft. But his feelings of pleasant surprise quickly turned to icy dread when he realised what he was sitting on. “You are a filthy slut, Theta Sigma.” Lord Oakdown joined Theta on the mattress, pushing him down onto his back and pinning his hands above his head. “And this is all you’ll ever be good for.” Oh no, oh no, oh no. It was happening again. It was happening again. Theta pulled against Lord Oakdown’s grasp with all his might, but he barely managed to move his hands a centimetre.

“No!” Theta shouted, choking back tears. This man—this monster—did not deserve the satisfaction of seeing him cry. Though he’d pressed his legs together tight, his wrists were thin enough for Lord Oakdown to hold in one of his hands, allowing the other to be free to spread Theta’s legs.

“If you’d been an obedient slut, I wouldn’t have had to punish you.” Lord Oakdown slipped a finger inside Theta, making him hiss in pain. His thin form trembled, deeply upset by the intrusion. Even if Lord Oakdown were less well-endowed in physical attributes than his riches, Theta knew what was about to happen would hurt terribly. “I’m sure your countenance is simply breathtaking when you cry.” Theta thrashed in Lord Oakdown’s grip, shaking his head. “Let’s test that theory, shall we?”

Theta felt just the tip at his hole for a split second before white-hot pain blinded him to any other feelings. His mouth opened wide in a silent scream, the shock of the pain having taken his breath away. Tears streamed down his face, making him feel all the more ashamed about what was happening to him. Lord Oakdown kissed him straight on the lips, which he was too incapacitated to reciprocate. It took yet another slap to get him even trying to resemble something like kissing his rapist back. And as the assault continued, Lord Oakdown’s thrusts became smoother and more fluid. At first, it appeared to be something worthy of celebration, but Theta realised it was because of how much he was bleeding—not that Lord Oakdown cared. He was lost chasing his orgasm, using Theta like he had little more consciousness than a sex doll. Theta thought that perhaps he was that. This happened often enough for him to believe it just a little bit, anyway.

“P—please...please stop,” Theta croaked, feeling like the whole room was spinning. He forced himself to open his eyes to get a handle on the delirium. But the feeling of his whole body rocking paired with the twisted pleasure on Lord Oakdown’s face made Theta feel like he needed to be sick. Another sloppy kiss made him nearly retch, but he could only imagine what horrible things Lord Oakdown would do to him if he sullied such expensive robes. 

When all the thrusting and the kissing and the raping finally stopped, Theta felt a split second of relief only for the feeling of semen coating his insides to bring another wave of nausea. Lord Oakdown peered down at him a moment before pulling out and dragging Theta by the hair again, only this time to clean his cock. 

“Dare to bite me, and I’ll make you wish you weren’t ever born.” He pulled Theta all the way down on his member, making the boy gag and choke. A few thrusts seemed good enough for Lord Oakdown, as he released Theta—who then retched—and resituated himself. Theta curled up on the mattress, grimacing at both the taste in his mouth and the feeling of the watery mixture of Lord Oakdown’s semen and his own blood dripping onto the mattress. “If I have to teach you the same lesson again, I assure you that you will feel pain much worse than this.” Theta didn’t have it in him to respond. He merely curled into himself more tightly, his whole body trembling. Lord Oakdown stood, tossed a coin at Theta, and left him alone in the shopkeeper’s cellar once again. Receiving money for being assaulted only added insult to injury, and now that he was alone, Theta could cry and not feel ashamed for it.

“I won’t let him keep us apart, Koschei,” Theta whispered to himself, feeling terribly lonely in the suffocating darkness of the damp cellar. “I promise.”

[bobowhooo]

Potent Savages

Genre : Thriller/Angst/Trigger Warningssss/smutty/Exo, oc, and blackpink gang au.

Summary : Not everyone is cut out for this kind of fast paced lifestyle, but for these young, rich savages, it’s second nature.

Chapter 6 : Operation - beguile and debauch

    It’s not that we’re sad, It’s that we think we should be.

“What a night to be alive.” suho said as he sipped on whiskey he only breaks out when it’s a special occasion. “Everything is in place.”

I pouted and looked away from him and to the mirror in front of me. Tonight we set the plan in motion, which means i have to watch my little queen entertain Mr.angelos all night, and i won’t be able to do shit about it. But to keep me from losing control tonight, suho told me to focus on park si-yeon the ceo of a company that helps failing businesses. She sounds like a nice person right? she’s not, she’s basically a lion in the pouncing position to her clients. But so am i. And tonight im supposed to start the process of basically using her own tricks against her. But she deserves it. 

Hm, it does feel like we are getting pimped out though.Then again, i can’t help but think, if not me then who? and don’t get me wrong, this is much easier than selling, so im not complaining.

“Ready man?” chanyeol put his hand on my shoulder as he looked in the mirror at me.

“Nah, im not.” 

“Dude.”

“What? i can’t help it.” i said still looking at the pout that makes aya want to kiss me in the mirror. “But im chill, don’t worry about me.”

“Then stop pouting already, damn.” chanyeol said. Easier said then done. Literally.

“Guys, let’s go!” suho yelled as he walked passed me and held his whiskey happily. Me and chanyeol left first, mostly because i wasn’t in the mood to be in the car with everyone all at once. 

Not much conversation goes on during this drive to the goutter night club, since im too in my head tonight. But then again, that’s always better than being out of it. 

“Tonight kind of reminds me of old times.” chanyeol spoke suddenly as he turned the car in the left direction. 

“Yeah, i guess i can see why you would say that. Driving an expensive car to begauile an expensive woman.”

“Yeah, just like back then, when things were a bit harder to come by.”

I smiled. “Fuck yeah they were, for a car like this i had to at least fuck 20 times.” chanyeol busted out laughing at my man hoe statement. “Seriously, and run through like 10 bottles of lube.” i cringed at the thought of lube, I think im traumatized. 

“Dude, chill out, it wasn’t that bad, our job was easy as hell, we literally were spoiled for giving good head.” 

“Uhmm what? i never gave head to those old hags. D-did you?” i asked, scared for my answer.

“I mean yeah, but i needed too, a trip to europe is expensive, okay!?”

“Dude! i cant believe you!” i was laughing so hard at the thought of him not wanting to but doing it for trip money.

“Yah! don’t shame me! at least i went to europe!” chanyeol stopped at a red light and looked at me like a maniac.

“I went with you! and i didn’t have to violate my own mouth.” i said looking out of the window feeling pretty proud of myself.

“Whatever man, i always had more money than you because of that one reason, even though the experience is nothing to brag about.” he cringed a little and i shook my head at him. Poor guy. 

“No you didn’t, my dick was always more enough.” he made a mocking face as he looked at the road after my sentence and I turned to the window again.

“I have only done that to my little queen.” i said to him.

“I can see why, she’s one of those girls that make you want to do it.” chanyeol said with a casual tone as i scowled at him.

“Shut the fuck up.” i hit him on the arm. “And you better not be fantasizing about going down on her.” i looked at him and my scowl came back. I can’t help but feel a little something when he says stuff like that, i mean i know he would never do anything to break us up, but i also know he has feelings for her. I should just be happy he was honest, because if he hid the fact, then it would have been worse. Right?

“I wasn’t, but i am now, try and stop me bitch.” chanyeol teased as he stepped on the gas and sped up, leaving the car that was about to pass us in the dust. I saw the the limo the guys decided to drive there in behind us and laughed.

“I swear our driver thinks he’s a fucking nascar racer.” chanyeol said smiling.

I rolled down the window and showed them my middle finger, which made our driver speed up the limo. Chanyeol slowed down the car on the almost empty high way until the limo was right next to us and chen rolled down the window laughing with his mouth wide open. 

“I bet you the thousand on my wrist, we make it there faster!” i yelled at chen and he shook his head still laughing while his hair flopped in the wind. It’s a fair fight since the bugatti limo could go the same miles per hour as our two seated bugatti.

“Hyung! my hair! what the fuck!” i saw sehun yell from behind chen and i snorted a laugh.

“Okay, bet!” chen yelled back at me. “I bet sehun’s wrist.” 

“Fuck that! im not giving baekhyun my watch!” sehun yelled. 

“Damn, giving up already!?” chanyeol yelled from the drivers seat and i shook my head. 

“Yah get back in this car! and roll up the damn window!” minseok was yelling and i only heard the last part before a car honked at us since we were driving slowly and yelling at each other. 

Chen and i flipped the car off and i showed chen my wrist to make sure he was ready for our bet. He nodded while sehun shook his head in disagreement.

I sat down and rolled up my window fixing my hair a bit and chen did the same with an angry sehun on the side of him.

The cars came to equal levels and chanyeol looked at our driver to see if he was ready to start. Our driver nodded at chanyeol, showing that he was ready and the chanyeol smirked.

Look’s like sehun is going to need a new watch.

“Fuck you guys.” sehun said as he handed me his large and expensive watch. Chanyeol jumped at him as if he was going to hit him and sehun scowled even more. I passed chanyeol the watch and he gave it back to sehun as i walked away. 

Finally i wasn’t feeling like punching a wall out frustration, which is a good thing i suppose. 

I entered the club first, looking around for aya before suho hit my shoulder as a sign to follow him. We all walked through the crowd of people dressed to impress towards the vip room, where the girls are, im guessing.

“Wow!” i heard what sounded like jennie and one of my eyebrows quirked in curiosity. Suho moved the thick red velvet and silk curtain out of the way as we entered the room. My head started to spin as i got hotter when i saw aya for the first time tonight. She was wearing a tiny plaid skirt with black suspenders, and a crop top dress shirt that has a big tie bow at the top, her hair in a loose ponytail, her legs covered in fishnet and ankle high heeled boots, as expensive jewelry adorned her perfectly. She good enough to eat, and it took everything in me not to do just that at the moment. I realized all the girls were matching, wearing basically the same thing as aya when the boys spread out towards them. And Mr.angelos seemed to be having the time of his life while he laughed at what ever aya was saying. 

I made a face at the man before suho slapped my back. “Baekhyun, stop.”

“Im not doing shit.”

“Yet,” he said slapping my back again. “i was telling you to stop in advance.”

“Alright, damn.” 

We both went to take a seat next to Mr. angelos on the leather couch. Me on his right, where aya is, and suho on his left. 

“Suho! baekhyun! im so glad you all are finally here, parties are never the same without you.” Mr.angelos smiled at us and i sent a fake one back in his direction. 

“Hi guys!” aya yelled in excitement over the music. She’s not drunk, but she’s acting like she is. Any other time she would have flipped us a bird for being late.

I sent a sweet smile her way and she did the same while biting her lips. The temptation to devour her is creeping closer, i might do something reckless soon. I took a deep breath and poured myself a drink. Let’s hope i can down this without tasting it too much.

“This was a big score, Mr.angelos! this place is really profitable! i was looking at it myself, but you got your gri- i mean golden hands on it first, you filthy rich man, you!” suho spoke trying to beat the music like everyone else. It was funny seeing him have actual jealous feelings towards Mr.angelos, even though suho is so much better than this fuckass, i get why he feels that way. If i was suho i would act and feel the same way towards the man. Aya turned away from their conversation and watched me down my second cup of tequila ley. I caught her looking at my exposed chest and i accidentally swallowed the wrong way, causing me to cough uncontrollably for second. Her hand flew to my back and she rubbed it sweetly.

No fair.

Without thinking i put my hand on her thigh and rubbed the fishnet that was practically begging to be ripped off. She looked at me with her eyes spelling out the words “it’s dangerous” and i smirked. I guess she’s right, if Mr.angelos caught me feeling up the girl he likes, it could ruin this whole thing. My hand crept higher towards her little skirt as she bit her lip. I hope the temptation eats her alive so i can do the same. Just give into it. She quickly stood up smacking my hand away in the process. 

“I’ll go get more bottles.” she blurted out. My head tilted watching her skirt sway with her hips as she walked out, pushing the curtain out of her way in the process. That’s all mine. I looked at Mr.angelos again and thought i should go get aya while they are separated. Before i could get up out of my seat though, my phone buzzed meaning it’s time. I took a look at the notification and my thought was confirmed. 

Si-yeon park :

    im here! Where r u cutie??

Damn it.

I got up giving suho the signal that she’s here. He nodded and continued his conversation with Mr.angelos and i walked out. 

The place was still loud with rap music and chatter as i walked through the crowd to the door. I spotted aya with two new bottles of tequila ley.

Tequila ley. The best dri- 

just kidding, this isn’t an ad.

“Baekhyun!” si-yeon jumped on me and swung her arms around my neck in excitement and i coughed a little. 

It’s always sad to think about the fact that the only thing that can break people like her, is love. But i wouldn’t say she’s in love with me. Yet. She’s just sprung. 

“Hey.” i said letting my eyes wander to aya as she talked to lisa on the dance floor with the expensive liquor in her hands.

“I missed you......baekhyun.” she was looking at me pouting a little after she realized i wasn’t really paying attention. “Baekhyun!”

“Yes babe?” i said finally looking a her and no where else.

“She’s here isn’t she, the bitch that kissed you at the dinner party.” she asked like i don’t remember that. That night was so hot. 

I pouted back at her. This lady stands no chance. Don’t forget, i used to do this for a living.

“Babe, it really hurts me when you stoop to her level, don’t think about her, You’re too perfect.” I said looking in her eyes to make her feel as if im genuine, even though every word is a lie. She’s smarter than that though, those words weren’t enough, i know that for a fact. But for now it’s enough. 

She put her forehead on mine and smiled.

“Okayy, i won’t think about it anymore, but is she here or not?”

“Yeah, she is, as arm candy for Mr.angelos.” i said looking at her hair as i stroked it gently.

“Oh, okay.” she replied.

“Aye baekhyun, who is this? your girl?” aya walked up to us and pushed herself into our conversation. 

“Yeah it is.” i said back to her with a smile on my face. That was it, that killed most of the suspicions and jealous feelings si-yeon was feeling. Even though it probably annoyed the shit out of aya. 

“Hi, im par-”

“Park si yeon, omg shut up! im such a fan! you’re like the smartest business women in the game right now!” aya yelled excitedly at her as she slowly pushed me away from the woman. 

“Oh. geez, thanks.” she said back to her with less excitement as she looked at her up and down, checking aya out and probably trying to find flaws in her appearance. Good luck with that.

“Sincerely, im so sorry for kissing him, i was tipsy and i didn’t know he was with you like that.” i watched aya lie through her white teeth as she started to flatter si yeon, who was falling for it. As you can see flattery charges those batteries of hers. I laughed a little and folded my arms, watching my queen charm the lady. 

“I love your shoes.” si yeon said as her guard has been successfully taken down.

Aya talked her up for a few more minutes before the three of us made our way back to the vip room. Aya went back to Mr.angelos and i sat down on the couch watching her. Si yeon poured herself a drink with a smile on her face before plopping down on my lap without permission. She tilted her drink towards me and i shook my head not being able to take anymore alcohol tonight. If only i didn’t sound like such a little bitch asking for soda at the bar, i would have got one. I snapped out of my thoughts when si yeon started talking to Mr.angelos and his hand slid to the skin aya left exposed due to her crop top. 

I licked my lips as i try hard not to be effected by the movement. I caught aya looking at my face, probably thinking i look funny when im annoyed. I looked at her in the eyes with a pout. Asking her with my eyes to stop his advances. Or i just might have to. She giggled at me probably getting the message loud and clear. Mr.angelos looked at her and whispered something in her ear before she got up and sat on his lap, ignoring my earlier plea. A scowl made it’s way on my face as she sat there. She flashed me a teasing smile when her arms swung around his neck and his arm flew to her waist in reaction. 

Game on.

My arm went to the waist of the girl on my lap and she looked at me with a small smile before returning to her conversation, Aya pouted at me leaning her head on shoulder of the man i was having thoughts of socking. My eyebrows lifted silently asking if she really wanted to play this game. She bit her lip and nodded. Swiftly my hands flew to the thighs of si yeon and i gripped hard like i do with aya. But in that moment i realized how much i wanted si yeon’s thighs to be aya’s and my grip tighten out of annoyance as si yeon winced and whipped her head, looking at me furrowed eyebrows, I didn’t really look at her confused expression since aya was staring at me with that devilish kind of lust that makes my fire for her her burn brighter, and brighter, until it sets my whole body on fire, burning me into flames. Fuck. Aya spread her legs as she put one leg over the other and gripped on the tie of the man she is sitting on. Si yeon kissed me on cheek and smiled, giving me the attention i didn’t need at all, but she obviously thought i did. I smiled back at her a little annoyed that she is blocking my view of aya. 

“You look so cute when you’re jealous.” she said her hand making circles on my exposed chest. “You have all my attention, no more Mr.angelos, just you and me.” 

I pouted at the fact that she said exactly what i wanted to hear from aya right now. 

What a night to be alive.

The night is still kind of young when Taeyeon and siwon barge into the vip room as baekhyun and si yeon left to get him a soda at the bar. 

Just the people i didn’t want to see, i thought, as i looked at the two people in the entrance way.

I jumped off the lap of Mr.angelos and ran toward taeyeon hugging her and acting like the perfect fake friend that i am. Siwon looked at me as if i was going to hug him and i held my hand out, he politely took it while i smiled. 

“Let’s get this party started!” siwon yelled while walking past me and taeyeon.

“I didn’t expect to see you here aya!” taeyeon yelled at me. 

“Your father invited me!” i yelled back at her, not really trying to beat the music but just being petty.

“Oh!? that makes since, he really likes you!” she smacked my arm and nodded at her own comment. 

“I can tell!” I swung my arm around her shoulder to lead her to the other girls as she continued to talk about stuff i didn’t care about. Right now im focused on passing her to lisa and finishing my job up. The two of us walked out to the dance floor and pushed through the crowd when we spotted two familiar hair colors.

“Hey girls!” i yelled at rose and lisa so happy to have found them. Taeyeon jumped on them and kissed their cheeks all while screeching louder than the music because of her excitement.  

I walked away more than done with her loud ass and made my way to the vip room. 

When i lifted the curtain the room was filled a bit more than before with random girls im guessing siwon invited. I looked at jennie as she sat next to chanyeol looking uncomfortable and annoyed, and then looked at jisoo who was talking to suho and smiling completely ignoring the girls that just came in. Mr.angelos made a motion telling me to come over to him. i passed by siwon and made a face at him before mr.angelo pulled me down onto his lap and smiled. He’s handsome, but he’s not baekhyun, and that’s the reason im not interested. I pretend to like his action though and smile back. 

“Im worried about you.” Mr.angelos said as i bit my lips and fixed my position on his lap.

“And why is that Mr.angelos?” i replied sweetly.

“Call me carmelo honey, and, Well, you seem to keep your eye on that baekhyun guy a lot. And i have to admit it makes me jealous.” he looked at me and played with my ponytail. “You should know im not looking for a fling, im looking for a wife. I want someone to fill the gap in my heart. I want you.” Mr.angelos spoke as he got closer to my lips. 

Of course you want me.

I backed away a bit looking into his eyes cutely. “Well carmelo, i think i can do that.”

He laughed at me a bit. “Aya angelos, it has an amazing ring to it.” he caressed my hands in his and smiled more. “Wait, is aya your real name?”

Well played.

“No, it isn’t carmelo.” i played with his tie. “Do you want to know my real name?”

“Yes, please.” he said staring at my lips.

“Marry me first bitch.”

He erupted in laughter as i smiled at him and my perfect answer to his personal question. 

“I really like you aya.” he said grabbing me passionately after he was done laughing. i kept a safe distance from his lips as i smiled. We stayed like that looking at each other until siwon reached for a girl that was right by us. He grabbed her roughly bringing her over to him and she bumped into my back pushing my mouth into the man im sitting on. 

My eyes widened and he melted into the kiss probably thinking it was a passionate, heat of the moment, on purpose one.

“Wow.” i heard a voice that sounded like baekhyun’s at the entrance and detached myself from mr.angelo quickly. I looked over to him and his eyes were dark with anger and jealousy. Everyone looked at me then him as Mr.angelos started to kiss my neck, obviously thinking that kiss was the start of something more. I silently pleaded him to understand it wasn’t on purpose but he looked away. Suho didn’t pay us any attention still talking to jisoo like they were the only two in the room. Baekhyun grabbed si yeon and sat her on his lap when he took a seat himself. 

Then he Quickly and roughly grabbed her hair and kissed her sloppily. 

So this is what it feels like to like someone. To be hurt by someone you like. To hurt someone you like. I bit my lip. This feeling is why i always promised not to fall for anyone. 

Too late though.

“Aya?” mr.angelos called out to me in my dumbfounded state.

When i turned to him he smashed his lips into mine. Kissing me hard and not letting go. I mumbled his name as he kissed me and he let go a bit.

“Carmelo, please.”

All of a sudden he picked me up and carried me out of the room as my eyes widened. 

That’s not what i meant carmelo! 

I screamed in my head because everything else was completely blank and immobile.

I watched baekhyun’s hurt eyes as i was carried away and thought, Is this operation worth all this suho?

Mr.angelos carried me to another vip room as i just limply stayed in his arms and I finally let it sink in that i hurt someone i love. 

i hurt him.

He told a guy to watch the entrance as we went inside. I was thrown on the leather couch and he took his shit off while staring at my skirt that was now revealing my panties. 

I hurt him.

Carmelo got on top of me kissing my neck as i stared into space.

It wasn’t my fault though.

My hands flew to his arms pushing him a bit but not enough because i was still feeling limp.

“Have you ever been to europe, hm? sweetheart.” he asked randomly as he bit on my chin.

“No.” i said breathlessly. 

Come on! Snap out of it aya!

“Well i own banks there too honey, i can take you there for the first time, and spoil the shit out of you. Do you want that honey?” 

“I....”

You hurt him! So snap out of it and go apologize! 

“Yes.”

“Yes? you want that?” he continued to suck and bite my skin harshly as my mind started to come back.

That’s it, get out of default mode! go find baekhyun!

“Yes.”

Because you love him!

“Stop.” i pushed his arms again. 

Still too weak though.

“Aya? what are you doing?”

I looked at him when he lifted his head up and looked at me.

“Aya, what’s wrong? where are those fiery eyes i adore so much?”

“I...”

“I get it.” he said as he took my arms and held them above my held. “You’re scared to show me your true self because you like me too much. But it’s okay, that’s why i like you, you’re ruthless, a killer with the most beautiful smile in the world. I like you because of these things, because you’re crazy.”

My mind started to race with his words as i screamed at myself to snap out of my dumbfounded and limp state.

“You know what? it kind of turns me on when i watch you kill people.” carmelo said as he licked my cheek dirtily.

Watch you?

“W-watch me?” i asked feeling less out of it after everything he said.

“Well, if im being honest, i have been watching you for little while,” he said finally looking me in the eyes. “Siwon boasted about you so much, i just had to see what the hype was about.” siwon? “So i had one of my men follow you. For a month to be exact. And everything that was reported back to me made me like you so much.” he spoke more as he started to rip my fishnet stockings.

I sat up quickly “A month!?”

“Yes, now,” he pulled a gun out of his waistband and handed it to me. “Show me the murderer you keep hidden, and kill the guy guarding the entrance.”

My eyes were wide in shock.

“Now!”

I grabbed the gun and whipped him across the face. He laughed and held his temple. 

“That’s it! go crazy!”

I ran out of the room and saw the guy standing there like he was waiting for something. He looked at me in the eyes coldly as i eyed him from his feet up.

It’s him. The guy from my date with baekhyun. The rude guy that smelled like chicken. 

My heart beat sped up along with my thoughts, doubting every encounter i have had for the past month. I pushed him aside and ran to the vip room with everyone in it. 

I pushed the curtain roughly and looked around for baekhyun. 

“Where is he!?” I yelled at everyone as they all looked at me and the gun in my hand. 

Siwon smirked as got up and walked towards me, pushing the girl dancing on him out of his way in the process.

“Im afraid he left with si yeon-ah.” he bent down so that his eyes were leveled with mines. “She’s into threesomes.”

Feelings i haven’t felt in a long time crept up on me. I knew things were too good to be true lately. Good things are always temporary for people like me. Why did i think something different this time. Im so stupid.

“What’s wrong aya? do you like him? you shouldn’t. Your with carmelo remember?” siwon taunted still invading my personal space.

“Shut up.” i spoke through my teeth angrily.

“What are you going to do? shoot me?” 

“Shut. up.”

“Give me this.” he grabbed at the gun in my hand.

His hand twisted my wrist and i quickly pulled my arm closer before kicking him with all my strength and force.

He fell back into the table breaking the expensive glass cups and bottles and all the girls screamed. One by one the unknown girls ran out of the room as i stood there watching siwon bleed on top of broken glass. 

“Pussy.” i turned around swinging my gun to let the girls know it’s time to go.

What a night to be alive.

“baekhyun will be here any minute i promise.”

I sat on the couch of the exo mansion holding the same gun that no one dared to take out of my hands as everyone awkwardly stared around the room or at me or at the gun in my hand.

“You know, i just think it’s funny that none of you bitch ass bitches even tried to help the situation. I guess money really does come first with you all.” I spoke into the awkward silence, wanting everyone to know just how pissed i am.

“Aya, look-” suho started but the door opening interrupted him.

I stood up abruptly, running to the front door.

“Baekhyun!” i yelled when i saw him come through the door. His shirt is all the way opened and his hair is messier than before. 

I bit my lip. Damn this sight hurts me. My eyes stung at the thought of him doing everything he does to me to someone else. 

No, he didn’t, he couldn’t have.

He walked straight past me ignoring me completely. 

I ran in front of him.

“Baekhyun, come on don’t be like this. I swear it was an accident, the girl pushed me into him. I swear.” i said grabbing onto his shirt. The gun in my hands dug in his torso as i gripped and he looked at it. His face void of emotion. 

He took my hand and removed the gun from it.

Suddenly he thew it to the side of us angrily, The gun landed harshly and shot off a bullet breaking an expensive vase that was placed on a glass table.

I turned my head to him quickly. “What the hell is your problem damn it!”

“You are! I should have listened to suho when he told me not to fall for you!”

“Me! I didn’t do anything! the kiss was an accident! the second one was forced! And i pistol whipped the guy before he could even touch my underwear!”

“OH? You expect me to believe that!? With the way you begged him for it!? The way you just looked at me as he carried you away!? I hope you gave him the fuck of his life aya!”

“I didn’t fuck him!”

“I don’t believe you! And i won’t continue to fool myself into thinking this will work out! Look at us! We aren’t supposed to be happy! Just give it up! this wasn’t meant to be, so stop acting like it!”

My mouth shut. 

What is happening right now.

“And you know what else i fucked si yeon. Hard.”

“Baekhyun. Stop.”

“Stop what? the truth?”

My eyes started to burn, a feeling of hurt i haven’t felt in awhile coursed through my heart liked alcohol. 

Maybe he’s right. This isn’t meant to be. Why am i forcing what i know shouldn’t happen?

“Now go fuck him again, because i don’t want you back.” baekhyun said coldly as he walked pass me. And for some reason it felt like he was never here.

This is it huh? this is how reality decided to kick me in the balls? If i was getting to ahead of myself, a shot in the arm would have been better. Like last time. 

These kind of thoughts filled my head as i let my default mindset kick in without putting up a fight this time. 

That’s right. All that matters is my girls, me, and money. Why did i ever think anything would change. Why did i let myself think different.

I turned around and saw all the girls looking at me with worried eyes and i just silently turned again this time to walk away, finding my way out of the house and breathing in the fresh air.

What a night a to be alive indeed.

AUTHORS NOTE : Haii! Whaaaa that chapter was fun to write! and easier than the one before it! lol. im really happy to have finished another chapter so soon. I have been feeling really inspired lately so thats prolly why it was so easy and soon. Anyways shit they broke up guys whats going to happen to them now!? lol. Alexa play hann by g idle. JKJKJK, Anywayss thank you for reading i hope you enjoyed and if you did dont be afraid to show it lol. Just kidding you dont have to.

Kisses <3 ~ lailaaaa

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WIP Ask Game!

thank u anon!!!!

1: Summarize your WIP in 10 words or less.

orphan gains powers, gets adopted by alien, saves the world.

2: Post a line from your WIP with no context.

'There's a whoosh of air, and Leo suddenly hears a voice he never thought he'd ever be able to hear again.'

3: Does your WIP have a title? If so, explain its significance. If not, what are you calling it for now?

Okay so I have been calling it the Youtuber Superhero AU (because it started as a fandom au but then i made it an original!!) but I thought maybe it could be "Thicker than Water", since my MC, Leo, is an orphan and he lives alone for most of his life (most of his life lmao at least until canon point? read also: around 9-11 years when in canon he's like 19?) in a remote, lowkey magical place/dimension?, but ultimately he comes back to his hometown and creates a family for himself!!!! i won't give spoilers but, since i already said this, part of his found family is his adoptive dad, an alien who is also a superhero!! If not TtW, I would call it maybe,,,,, Moonstone???? at least the first book!!! (ooh, maybe TtW can be the series name and Moonstone the first book's name?) because Leo kind of gets his powers through a moon stone????? it's not actually moon stone; it was a strange rock he found in the magical dimension that seeked out a champion for the god Huitzilopochtli??? and the closest word Leo could get for it was Moonstone, because of its uhhhhh singular qualities!

4: Describe the setting of your WIP.

OKAY, this is a fun one!!! Leo's hometown is named Star Nova, idk why it just seemed cool, and it is a futuristic city!!! They don't follow capitalism Because I Said So, and they're really into, like, environmental stuff!!! So you'd see SO much flora all over the city kshdsjfh like those???? idk what they're called but like the towns overridden with plants? but controlled!!! There's a tiny percentage of the population (tho I still haven't decided if this is worldwide?? I have a way to make it worldwide but idk) who have superpowers, either due to "individual" factors (e.g Leo's powers are bc of the moonstone, and Matthew(his dad)'s powers are due to him being an alien!) or were affected by a weird experiment an Evil Corporation™ were doing; ECtm was trying out an illegal experiment that could alter living beings' genetics to their will, but it went wrong and their substance exploded and went airborne. Those who were working on it knew about its risks and toxicity, ergo they were wearing a special suit and weren't affected, but the gas contaminated and ??mixed?? with the air and spread to the nearest city, Star Nova (the unofficial capital of the Joint Pacific Nations) and affected a Whole Lot Of People!!! this all happened a while before canon, and the corporation got away with it bc they were filthy rich basically. Anyway, a lot of the people who were affected to the "virus" reacted negatively and died, some were uhhh """immune"""???, and a few Seemed to be immune but had actually had a successful celular-level bonding with the substance! It didn't do anything to them, but their children/grandchildren were born with physical or mental anomalies, also known as super powers (gasps)!!!! BUT!!! a lot of the story happens in the magical city of Coatl (it means serpent!), located within a pocket dimension somewhere inside the Mexican southern forest, where Leo finds himself when he's four years old, recently orphaned, guided by a magical ....bird....being....? he lives there for around eleven years, and he's granted Huitzilopochtli's Champion's power once he's like. Not A Baby lmao. Coatl is.... kind of like,,,,, an Olympus, I guess? Only those with like the destiny to find it know where it is, and they can lead other people there if it's for good causes! It's almost like a sentient city, and the Aztec gods kinda. chilled there???? my theory is that a lot of religious mythologies exist, at least in this universe, and they all co-exist on earth, or pocket dimensions inside of it!!! anyway, Leo lived there and was basically raised by gods???? and an AI???? bc i love AIs???? and uhhhh i think that got away from me ajdhsjdhsj does all of this even count as setting??? am i missing anything????

5: Search for the word “knife” in your WIP. If you find it, paste the line and explain the context.

no knives sadly :( i guess i haven't reached Those Scenes yet???? tho there should be one in the first chapter….. my wip document is just kind of very messy ajdhsjdjsjdh i might just have to make a new document????

6: Search for the word “dream” in your WIP. If you find it, paste the line and explain the context.

???????????? why am i not using any words?????????? sorry :/

7: What are you most proud of?

probably the worldbuilding and characters (at least those with superpowers? maybe i should say superpowers period)!!!!! they're very complex and thought-out????? and i THINK they're original!!!!! so!!!!! ＼(￣▽￣)／

8: What is your biggest challenge?

oooooof,,,,,,,, probably..... getting an actual plot lmao????? like i have an overall view of my would-be first and second books, but i don't know if they actually have enough to them to be written as they are?????? like… idk if the conflict is really like??? worthy to be a Main Conflict™????

9: How would you describe your writing style?

oooooooh uhhhhh maybe….. flowery prose???? i'm a poet at heart, so if i don't use loads of metaphors and language uhhhh idk their name in english but language variators??? i will literally die. but seriously nsjdhsjdhsjfh nothing too serious!!!! most of my “”””angst”””” scenes are….. not so sad, i think skfjsjfj

10: How would you describe your WIP’s narrative style? (1st person, 3rd person, multiple POVs, single POV, alternating chapters, etc.)

oh!!!! well, i think it'd be multiple povs, alternating chapters, third person???? i'm still not sure whether to use 1st or if i already have??? p sure that's a different wip i'm thinking about tho

11: Which character do you have the most in common with?

uhhhhhhhhhhhh seeing how underdeveloped she is right now??? probably Persephone???? bc she's genderfluid skfjsjfjdjfh or uhhhh Scott??? bc i too love leo with my heart and would die for him and stay with him in the afterlife. (hypothetically, of course….)

12: Which character do you have the least in common with?

Maeve, probably!!!! she's, uh…. Something.

13: Your characters are stranded on a deserted island. What happens?

They Are All A Mess. akfhajfjajfj Matthew would probably become the leader and like. establish order and shit???? but he's also the hugest nerd so he'd just give the leader role to someone else (probably seph staine?) and goes exploring and cataloging shit skfhsjfhdjf Leo is probably the most resourceful one of the bunch, so he would immediately like. start planning for huts and food and stuff???? also idk if they would have their powers in this situation cause it'd be too easy to get them all out of there????? but let's just say they do but the island is inescapable by flight?? he can talk to animals, so he could communicate with the local fauna and like form alliances???? Seph is a good leader, so he'd probably like….. keep everything in check???? and Leo's friends are all good and resourceful, so they'd make a good team!!!! tldr they basically create order immediately and do their best to not struggle??? after a few days/weeks, some of them start to like. break down? but the adults are like. wise and shit??? and i'm pretty sure at least one of them is like a licensed therapist??? so they help each other out uwu

14: Have you chosen birthdays for any of your characters? If so, when are they?

oh!!!! only for a few!!!! Leo and Maeve's birthday is on March 25, Scott's birthday is on August 27, Matthew doesn't really have a birthday??? because time is different in his planet????, Percy and Persephone's birthday is somewhere in November, and uhhhh im p sure that's all i got akfjsjfjsj i suck at birth dates

15: Do you know your characters’ MBTI personalities?

GOD, no. maybe i should do their tests???👀

16: What would your characters be for Halloween?

Leo… doesn't believe in/care for Halloween, as he didn't grow up around it, but it's totally Scott's jam!!! they are dirt poor in a good first half of the book, though, so they can't really dress up :( they met in the library, and after (spoiler alert!!!) scotty's death, Leo feels it appropriate to dress up as Scott's fave characters every year. Percy and Persephone are (very weak) shapeshifters, so their costumes ROCK!!!!! they always do matching costumes, so they get cliché pair costumes!! Matthew….. uh. he is… way too old for that. he was literally alive before Halloween was even a thing, so it's not really his thing. Leah just……. does her own thing??? she can see ghosts, so she sometimes does like historical costumes and stuff with their help!!! and Ben…. oof tbh that depends on what his fave song/album/whatev is at the moment??? he kinda creates like a story/aesthetic for them and dresses up that way!!!!

17: Does your WIP have any themes or motifs?

uhhhh found family, definitely!!!! i really can't think of any bc i'm an idiot, but uhhhh intelligence??? if that's a thing??? like,,, they're all powerful and shit but it's also like. brains over brawns????

18: What’s easier, dialogue or description?

i think description!!!! neither of them are… hard??? but!!! description is like…… where i can go hog wild akfjskfjsjfb

19: Post a picture or gif that describes your WIP.

20: Post a brief excerpt.

Leo @Leoberry

You asked, I answered. New Q&A video is now up!

[3k retweets, 10k likes, 9k replies] 20 min. ago

[My First Q&A- video transcription excerpt]

[Leo Berry, a nineteen-year-old brunette guy with green eyes, wearing a red shirt with a lightning symbol on it that's loose on his muscular form, waves at the camera and smiles widely, dimples showing up on his cheeks.]

Leo: Hey, guys. You've been asking me to do a Q&A for a while, and the day has finally arrived! I told you to ask me questions on Twitter with the hashtag #AskBerry, and I've picked a few!

[Leo smiles brightly and lifts up his cellphone.]

Leo: First off, here's one by @razzberry- nice username, by the way-: “what's your cat's name? Do you have more than one?”

[The video shifts, and there's suddenly two cats sitting on Leo's arms: a large, orange cat quickly falling asleep on his shoulder, and a black kitten hugged in his arms.]

Leo: I do! This little fella-

[He gasps as the kitten in his arms struggles to get free and runs off-camera.]

Leo: Don't leave me! Okay, that little fella is Onyx, and, as you can see, he doesn't like me very much. Anyway, this little gal asleep over here…

[He points toward a small orange cat sleeping on his shoulder.]

Leo: ...is Tigress! She's my little baby. You've probably seen her around a lot on my vlogs, since she really likes to hang out on my bed.

Leo: Next! @Honeybats asked: ‘“is it true your dad is Jade?”

[Leo smiles and, after a few seconds of trying to school his features, bursts out laughing.]

Leo: You mean to ask whether my dad is Matlal Jade, the greatest superhero of our era?

Leo: ...Well, yeah! My dad- [more laughs] my dad is totally my Jade. His name is Matthew, and I keep asking him to fly me to school. He says it's not funny!

[He sobers up for a second.]

Leo: Jokes aside, he adopted me a few years ago and he'll always be a superhero in my eyes. I was in a really dark place when he found me, and I can't thank him enough for all that he's done for me.

[Leo looks away for a second and loses his smile. The video cuts and skips again, and Leo appears once again, this time sporting an easy smile and a blue shirt, this one tighter around his shoulders.]

Leo: things got a bit too deep! This one was sent by @shazhangs: “are you dating anyone at the moment?”

[Leo laughs.]

Leo: God, no. I mean, I'm not really a people person, you know? And I’ve been so focused on work, vlogging, and, uh, extracurriculars, that I really haven't had any time to socialise.

[Leo laughs again.]

Leo: This one comes from @perspartone: will you collab with any other youtubers anytime soon?

Leo: Yeah, sure! I don't think I have done any videos with other people in the past, so it'd be a fun thing to do! I just have to find a friend first.

[Leo laughs loudly.]

[End of excerpt. For viewing of the video, refer to Leo Berry on Youtube, and find the full transcription here at DailyBerries in a few hours.]

[jesliey]

The Many Ask Thingymabob

Second times the charm...

Tagged By: @caramiathegreat

Spoofy Soundcloud or Pandora? Im a spoofy kinda man

Messy or clean room? I think my room is comparatively clean

What colour are your eyes? Bluest blue to ever blue

Do you Like your name and why? Its alright. It always seemed a little lackluster to me

Relationship status? The running joke in my friend group is my 3 year dry spell. It isnt a very funny joke.

Describe your personality in 3 words or less? Distanced pragmatic dumbass

What colour is your hair? Golden and luscious

What kind of car do you drive? My moms PTA-mobile

Where do you shop? Bad Dragon

How would you describe your style? Dying, yet fashionable college student

Favourite social media account? We all know timboblr is utter trash, and i picked up natter a while ago and its honestly pretty fun

Bed size? Queenie my man

Any siblings? two older stepsisters and a wee lil half sister

Anywhere to live in the world and why? GERMANY OR POLAND. BECAUSE HERITAGE

Favourite snapchat filter? I really like the flower crown an butterfly ones but my phone is being dumb with snapchat and i cant get them

Favourite makeup brand? I mean i dont wear it, but im definitely not opposed! i dont know anything about brands and i am ashamed...

How many times a week do you shower? I go by how my hair feels. Usually its every other day, or every two days.

Favourite TV show? Currently? Gotta be that weeb and say Jojo...

Shoe Size? Depends on where i go, but like 12 - 13

How tall are you? Very

Sandals or sneakers? I like wearing socks and sandals feel weird on my feet

Do you go to the gym. I LIFT SO MANY THINGS WEEKLY SWOLE SESSIONS BRUH.

Describe your dream date? Existent... T-T

How much money do you have in your wallet? I dont carry cash!

What colour socks are you wearing? Black

How many pillows do you sleep with? Like 6. Ones a memory foam body pillow its soooo nice....

Do you have a job? Nah...its not for lack of trying though

How many friends do you have? Like...sooo many duuude...not really...

Whats the worst thing youve done? Cut someone who was bad for me out of my life. Bad for them, good for me.

Favourite candle scent? I mean i dont do candles but i love lavender

Favourite boy names?

Gabriel

Alistair

Jeremiah

Favourite girl names?

Elizabeth

Abigail

Lauren

Favourite actor? Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson

Favourite actress? Ashley Johnson

Celebrity crush? theres a lot...

Favourite movie? The Boondock Saints. Easy question.

Do you read a lot? Whats your favourite book? I dont read as much as i think i should, but i loved 1984. I wanna try David Foster Wallaces Infinite Jest and i have the first book in Baccano that i borrowed from a friend and havent touched yet :/

Money or brains? Ignorance is bliss and im filthy fuckin rich HOLLA

Do you have a nickname? Jesliey is an old one. People also call me J a lot. Very briefly in highschool someone called me J-Money whenever he saw me

How many times have you been to a hospital? Not very many. I went in a few years ago for a tonsil infection but that was it in recent history

Top 10 Favourite Songs? Ok this is in no particular order and also limiting to 10 is blashpemy

Subdivisions by NSP

Everybody Wants to Rule The World by NSP

Resist and Bite by Sabaton though if im honest most of Heroes belongs here this ones just my fav

Winged Hussars by Sabaton POLISH PRIIIIIIDE

Wrong Side of Heaven by Five Finger Death Punch

All of Pendulums Immersion album im not picking one

Come with Me Now by KONGOS

History Maker by Dean Fujioka

Setting Sail, Coming Home by Darren Korb

Sonata For Whitestone Castle by Aiden Chan

Do you take any daily medications? No, but i probably should have...

Whatis your skin type? on a good day, slightly dry. on a bad day, cracked bleeding sandpaper.

Whats your biggest fear? My man i used to battle almost daily with some quite hefty anxiety. I could stare down the Grim Reaper and say “I served my time you come and take me”. Wasps and needles are pretty bad though i guess

How many kids do you want? Id be lying if i said i didnt want a daughter at some point...but theres no way im passing on my genetics. im adopting if i ever want a kid.

Whats your go-to hairstyle? Either free flowing and glorious, or ponytail if i need it out of my face

What ype of house do you live in? Moms house is pretty decently sized i suppose

Who is your role model? I dont really have one...

What was the last compliment you received? I dont know I dont really get those often...this is getting kinda depressing....

What was the last text you sent? “Well i hope shes alright”

How old were you when you stopped believing in Santa? Like 10 or 12

What is your dream car? Oh god i want a 1985 Pontiac Trans Am so bad you have no idea...

Opinion on smoking? I dont get the appeal but everyone can make their own choices

Do you go to college? Yes and im dying

What is your dream job? Metalworking and blacksmithing has lowkey been a huge fascination of mine for like 2 years now. i would love to be able to do that for a living

Rural area or life in suburbia? I like the idea of both, but rural areas have space for metal workshops

Do you take shampoo/conditioner bottles from hotel rooms? Nah i bring my own

Do you have freckles? A few spread sporadically all over my body. no noticeable patches though

Do you smile for pictures? Yeah but most of the time it feels so forced

How many pictures do you have on your phone? Somewhere between 1 and 2 hundred. Im not adding them up among all the folders...

Have you ever peed in the woods? Bruh the forest has seen every bodily fluid ive got

Do you still watch cartoons? ANIME IS NOT A CARTOON DAD. also yes quite often.

Wendys or McDonalds nuggets? GIMME DEM CHICKIN MCNUGGiES

Favourite dipping sauce? Sweet chili thai!

What do you wear to bed? Pajama pants, a shirt, and socks usually. Occasionally whatever i wore during the day. Ive been known to ditch my pants and socks in my sleep.

Ever won a spelling bee? Never been in one, but i think i could have if i wanted to

What are your hobbies? I wont as long as i live under my mothers roof, but i would hella get into amateur blacksmithing!

Can you draw? yes. should i draw? no.

Do you play an instrument? I can play trumpet, but i would really like to pick up playing cello

What was the last concert you saw? If i remember correctly it was the Scorpions

Tea or coffee? Both. Simultaneously. I like to remain calm while containing the energy of a god.

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? Fuck you america! Tim Hortons!

Do you want to get married? I wont oppose if a future partner wants to, but if i love someone enough to want to spend the rest of my life with them, then it wont be necessary

What is your crushs first and last initial? Which one tho?

Are you going to change your last name when you get married? Im indifferent

What colour looks best on you? Blue and red are my standard colours

Do you miss anyone right now. If i think about this at all the answer is usually yes

Do you sleep with your door open or closed? I have the lovely habit of losing my pants in my sleep. for the sake of everyone else in this house, closed is best

Do you believe in ghosts? Call me a skeptic

What is your biggest pet peeve? Im pretty laid back about a lot of things. Only thing i can think of now is more of an anxiety thing but i cant stand people randomly touching my hair without me knowing

Last person you called? My mother

Favourite ice cream flavour? Butterscotch ripple

Regular or golden oreos? Golden

Chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? Rainbow

What shirt are you wearing? An old white one with some brand graphic on it

What is your phone background? Lockscreen is Goku from DBZ if he were done as a Jojo character, and home screen is a cr1t1kal quote

Are you outgoing or shy? Im not overly comfortable with just meeting new people and striking up conversations without some kind of help

Do you like it when people play with your hair? I mean i used to...theres a girl at my college who has absolutely no concept of personal boundaries who has at least partially ruined that for me now. Like i said earlier, i cant stand people touching my hair now without me acknowledging it

Do you like your neighbors? Ive lived her about 8 years and im still learning their names

Do you wash your face at night? In the morning? lmao

Have you ever been high? Hella my dude

Have you ever been drunk? Also hella my dude?

Last thing you ate? Coscto chicken penne and a salad.

Favourite lyrics right now? “Light up the night./ There is a city that this darkness can’t hide./ There are embers of a fire that’s gone out,/ but I can still feel the heat on my skin./ This mess we’re in, well you and I,/ maybe you and I,/ we can still make it right./ Maybe we can bring back the light!” Light Up the Night by The Protomen

Summer or Winter? Autumn fuck that noise

Day or night? Night

Dark milk or white chocolate? White!

Favourite month? October

What is your zodac sign? League of Legends Cancer

Who was the last person you cried in front of? I legitimately dont remember...probably @vocoterra

GOOD LORD THIS TOOK TOO LONG TO FINISH

If anyone wants to do this feel free and say i tagged you!

[a1-cloths-blog]

Filthy Genius Creator Aaron Sits Down With A1 Cloths. Talks Fashion Climate, Upbringing, Filthy Genius Brand, Future Plans!

Q: Before we get into the brand, we always like to give our audience an understanding of the Brand founder. So as we begin, who is Aaron AKA Retro is?

Im a 26 year old African-American Entrepreneur

Q: Where were you born and raised?

I was Born and raised in Cleveland, Ohio

Q: To resonate with filthy genius fans, we want the people to have a more in depth understanding of you. So, what was your up bringing like? and how has it molded you into the man you are now? 

My upbringing was kind of the typical black middle class up-bringing. I was raised by a single mother who worked hard to make sure me and my sisters had what we needed. I have 5 brothers and sister but I really grew up with 2 sisters. So I stayed to myself a lot being the only boy. I used to listen to a lot of hip hop and watch a lot of bet and MTV growing up. I really started by getting rap albums from the library growing up and I would get albums by artist like Ludacris, Lil Wayne, and Young Jeezy coming up and I started to really love hip hop culture and look up to these artist. I used to walk to school everyday listening to rap music. I always been an introvert I guess you can say. I never had a lot of friends and I stay to my self a lot. I never was really trying to fit in with the crowd, I never cared what other people were doing I just always did what I personally liked.

Q: Being a Cleveland, Ohio based brand , what got you started in fashion, was is it your passion or something you grew to transition into?

Well, My first introduction to fashion was watching rap videos on TV but I never liked to ask my mom for expensive things it didn’t feel right to me. So I would just see clothes on tv and stuff I did not really have many cool clothes. It wasn’t till I was 16 years old and I got my first job at finish line that I really started to buy my own clothes. When I first started working there was around right before the time wale really made the sneaker game popular. My coworkers would make jokes to me because I used to only wear chuck taylors to work. Working there I got introduced to all the latest sneakers and I start spending all my money on shoes and When tumblr came out I was on the blogs heavy looking at all the different cool brands online and I start loving fashion really getting exposed to it on social media. Honestly I didn’t even consider myself a good dresser until I notice people would always tell me at school and people would always compliment my clothes. I started to build a reputation and I didn’t even really realize it because I stayed to my self so much I didn’t know what people was saying about me and I didn’t care. But It really started sticking with me senior year when A lot of people were saying they voted me best dressed and It was all the people who I respected what they were wearing. I wasn’t popular enough to win the actual award lol. About a year later when I was in college I was in business school but I noticed they were not teaching me how to start my own business and That’s what I really wanted to do. So I thought it was smart to start a business to gain experience. I decided to start a clothing line because people always asked me about my clothes and I was already looking at clothes online all day anyway so it made sense. I noticed it was a passion of mine because it was something I was spending a lot of time and attention on in my free time. So that’s how the brand started.

Q: Growing up in Cleveland, its a known fact that only the strong survive, we have many fashion brands come and go, what would you say separates from the others that has help you last this long?

A lot of brands have come and went some people have changed the name of their brands or started new ones or stopped all together. I think What separates me from these other brands and why I have lasted to long is because I stayed focused on the brand and if I lost focus I always found my way back a lot of people gave up on their brands. Another thing that separates my brand is me, I’m the source of the designs. People have always liked what I wear compliment my clothes and that’s why I started this brand. Luckily for me that same energy translates when I go to make my own clothes. People love the pieces I make and they want to wear them. People love my perspective on dressing and that keeps me motivated to keep going and that also keeps this brand relevant. Because of the kind of person I am, I don’t follow all the trends so my brand is able to stay unique but still cool, timeless and relevant at the same time. I can drop a shirt made in 2012 and it will sell out. A lot of brands in the world can’t say that.

Q: As we transition into the brand filthy Genius , when was your brand established?

I started this brand in 2012 and I was one of the first Cleveland clothing brands. It was at a time when being an entrepreneur was not the cool thing to do like it is now. 

Q: For the people who might be new to hearing about your brand, what is the meaning behind Filthy Genius?

A Filthy Genius is a hustler, someone who makes a way to live their life in a way that makes them happy instead of living by what everyone else says you should do. I feel like this is especially relevant today. We’re in a new age where we have a lot of people are starting business and trying to make a living off their passions as opposed to the past when the route to success was going to school and get a job. Everybody is a genius in some way everybody has a talent or something they were put on this earth to do that they can do exceptionally better than a lot of other people. When you find your genius that’s what you should be working hard to perfect that’s you gift to the world. The term Filthy is all about abundance. Everybody wants to be Filthy rich and the best way to get to be Filthy rich is by finding and perfecting your genius. It’s not easy It take hard work and dedication you have to get it out the mud then you’re “Filthy”.

Q: Since you’ve been in the fashion industry, what would you say has been your biggest revelation from your beginning, till where you are now?

One of the of the biggest revelations I had was that Fashion and Streetwear is my Genius. When I sat back and realized how many people love to wear the brand and When I noticed the fact that a huge number of music artist who don’t know me at all personally were naturally finding the brand and choosing to wear it in their music videos that was a huge revelation for me. When someone shoots a music video usually they are trying to dress there best and look as cool as possible. It’s a big blessing that people are choosing to wear this brand to look their best. Even when my brand wasn’t known. When I think back on it the first shirt I ever made was worn in a music video. That revelation has caused me to set Very High goals and realize my potential and the potential of this brand.

Q: When it comes to Filthy Genius, what is the message that your are trying to convey to the public?

With Filthy Genius I’m trying to motivate the public and assist in giving people the confidence they need to go after they’re dreams. When you wear this brand, you are labeling you’re self as a Filthy Genius. Human beings are extraordinary. Our brains are powerful beyond measure. We are capable of so much and I use this brand to help people unlock their potential.

Q: Since the establishment of Filthy Genius, what has been your biggest accomplishment that you are most proud of?

One of my favorite Artist who I respect in fashion is an artist by the name of Sauce Walka. Sauce coined the slang ‘drip’ and ‘sauce’ which everyone on the planet is using right now to refer to style. My goal was to get Sauce Walka wearing my brand I literally listen to him when I design clothes. I thought that would not happened until this brand was world famous because he really only wears the finest most expensive designer clothes. But one day I woke up and He shot a music Video wearing a vest from my brand. This was a big day for me because I wasn’t that known and I thought this would happen when I was popular. But no, he was one of the first celebrities to recognize and endorse the brand. And that was so big for me because he has some of the most influence on fashion and hip hop in our culture. Everybody steals Sauce walkas drip. Almost every artist in hip hop has been influenced by him even drake and Jay-Z so for him to wear my brand was so big to me and I will forever respect him.

Q: With the fall right around the corner, what can the fans of filthy genius be on the lookout for?

With Fall around the corner people can be on the lookout for High quality clothes that’s going to make you look good. A few pieces to make you stand out and give u attention. What you do with that attention is up to you.

Q: With the city of Cleveland on the rise, does filthy genius plan to branch out? or is your main focus to still build your following in Cleveland? 

Yes, I plane to branch out and get some steam all over the country and eventually be a worldwide brand. We are most popular in Cleveland as we are the leading local streetwear brand in this city. But we also have a Buzz in Houston and Miami right now. I want this to brand to be known all over. I want Cleveland to be proud that one of the top clothing brands in the world was birthed in this city. This city deserves that. I’m not sure if people realize this but we are one of the stylish cities in the world and I’m going make sure we get our recognition.