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Gotham's newest Crime Lord - part 4
Part 3 | Masterpost
Danny wasn't expecting for Red Hood to corner him. He would be lying when he says he wasn't panicking. First of all, they had quite literally strung up the bodies of prominent figures of the court of owls in very public places, then proceeded to order Technus to spread information about the court and their wrong doings.
The next step of the plan had been to publish a list of namesâmembers of the court. Rich fruitloops that they were going to rely on the public to destroy. If the public and the GCPD couldn't do it, Danny had his ways to do so. Hauntings usually drove people mad if done a certain way.
But nevermind that!
His heart was practically trying to escape his chestânot that it was beating but it was there, in spirit (ha). He just wanted to see if little Emily and her sister were being fed by their mom and check if he needed to whisk the kids away and have them reside in one of their headquarters. Dan was more than willing to convert one of their facilities into a safehouse for children. Jeremy and some others were the ones who usually dealt with the houseâothers being parents are older siblings who got into crime for their family's.
"Phantom."
"Hood."
AAAAHH! The hot revenant really was looking for me! Thankfully, none of his siblings were there to witness how Danny was silently punching the air in absolute joy. Fuck yeah! Hot Crime Lord!
"Lemme guess... The big bad bat ain't too happy about the trouble we caused?" Danny chuckled, tilting his head as he narrowed his eyes. Organized crime was much better than his kingly duties, especially when it wasn't him playing the leader. Dan was doing pretty good as a boss, though Danny was reluctant to admit that in honor of his role as a younger brother.
"Sure as hell." Red Hood snorted, "But that ain't why I'm here, ghosty."
Danny rolled his eyes, gesturing for the other man to keep talking.
"You dealt with the court. Wraith led the mission... Personally. Not you. Not anyone else. It was Wraith, right?" Red Hood hummed, his helmet and modulator hiding everything. It frustrated Danny.
The mission was indeed led by Dante himself. But the operation had been split into three. Dan's team (Skulker, Amorpho) taking on the leaders of the court and disposing of them immed. While Danny's team (Wulf and Ember) were tasked to deal with the talons. Meanwhile, Elle's team (Johnny, Kitty, and Shadow) were tasked with saving the kids that weren't turned into Talons. But even then, Dan took full command of the situation.
It had been Dan who personally hung the Judge of the Clocktower and smeared his blood with some rhyme. It had been Dan who took charge of the remaining Talons once their leaders were dead and hung.
But it has been Danny who took the main Talon, dragged their body to Arkham, and painted a message in glowing, neon green paint. Maybe mixed with a bit of Ecto for better effects.
At the moment, all of the living Talons were in another one of their facilitiesâone outside of Gotham. Dan was a paranoid bastard, rightfully so, and had ordered the rehabilitation of these mindless soldiers outside of the Bats' territory. They didn't need anyone meddling with this. Not when it was Dan's first time choosing rehabilitation over elimination. In truth, these Talons were just innocent kids turned into weapons by the real monsters.
"Yeah, Wraith personally led this one." Danny pressed a hand against his hip, defiantly looking at the brick house that was the Red Hood. God, he almost didn't want a growths spurt if this was their height different. "Heard you've been snoopin' around, Red. What? Didya miss me?" It was teasing, a joke. He didn't expect much from it. He leaned in, grinning even when his mouth couldn't be seen, before pulling back as fast as he could.
But Hood sighed, letting out the hottest quiet laugh he could ever muster and tilted his head. "Yeah... Kinda missed you, ghosty. The kids were lookin' for yah. Emily was screamin' for yah on the roof two days ago."
Danny blinked.
Oh....
OH!
"Sure, sure." He immediately dismissed it, trying his best to make sure that his fast didn't go all purple, because apparently, that's the ghost version of blushing. Shit. "But the big bad Bat ain't too happy with us, yeah? I mean. Stringin' up the Judge and Talon gets you on his naughty list."
"Can't say he's pleased about it."
"Yeah, well, we ain't apologizing for that shit. The court wasn't on our radar before but they took one of our kids. Wraith is known for being one hell of a monster when it comes to kids." Danny scoffed, "They were turning them into weapons, Hood. I'd be okay if you want to throw them into Arkham, but the Judge and Talon? Somethings are more important than morals."
And Danny fucking knows that. He knows that some things should be out above morals, that they should be more important. His parents had failed to do that, failed to put their family above their morals and beliefs. The reveal was never going to be good. Not when Maddie Fenton fell to her knees, unable to accept that her baby died and demanded for him to give her back her son. It had hurt when she couldn't accept that Danny was Phantom and Phantom was Danny.
It got worse when they found out about Dan and Elle. They were hysterical. They stopped eventually. No more hunting, no more trying to protray ghosts as evil. They stopped helping the GIW. But they still couldn't accept it. They just vanished after that, leaving Danny and Jazz with Vlad, who had thankfully redeemed himself.
Danny knows what it meant to put something above your morals. Knows how valuable that is.
He shook his head, once again getting his head out of his heart and turning back to Red Hood. "Get to the point, Hood. You weren't looking for me for no reason."
"Well I've got someone who wants to meet the Wraith. The Court... They were almost involved in the court and was targeted." Red Hood tried to explain, making sure to sound as vague as possible. Danny couldâkindaâunderstand why he was. Keeping someone anonymous until they couldn't. "Was wonderin' if you could set up a meeting. I don't think there's anywhere in Gotham that's basically neutral ground at this point but I'm willin' to bet on an area that you guys won't start a fight."
Danny paused, trying to simplify that damn request in his head. Hood wanted a meeting with Wraith, to introduce someone. And about the location? He was right. The entirety of Gotham was someone's haunt, every part of it was claimed. Even when the people were living, some were so damn liminal that certain areas were basically haunts now. Crime Alley being one of the biggest areas to end up becoming a haunt.
He could only think of three places that could somehow be considered their haunt: The Hill, where their main base was, the Narrows where Dan was trying to take over Arkham to make the security better, and possibly the Docks and Harbor. But there wasn't a solid claim on any of them, except for the Hill. It was one of the poorest and most crime-ridden areas of Gotham. The locals were hostile as hell when they first arrived, but after the Ghosts started cleanin' up the streets, helping people by offering a steady income, and keeping the kids safe, they eventually welcomed the Ghosts with open arms. It helped when Dan started weeding out people that were extorting the area.
That area was a no-go, obviously. Not their base.
"Gimme a second. Gotta ask about this before discussing a location." He whipped out his phone, modified perfectly by their resident technopath, Tucker-fucking-Foley.
D1: Got Hood here.
D2: Ew
D2: I don't wanna hear you moon about your revenant
D1: you're a bitch
D1: fuck you
D1: đđđ
D1: but that's not it
D1: he wants to set up a meeting. Said he'll introduce someone that Court tried recruiting
D2: Bet Vlad's castle that it's Nightwing
D2: he fits the Court's recruits
D1: what??
D1: all of the bats fit the MO
D2: yeah but Nightwing's the most flexible one. Idk
D2: Gut feeling
D2: Tell em I'm willing
D2: only on Sunday tho.
D1: K
"Good news! He's willing to show his ugly mug."
Red Hood snorted.
"Bad newsâ" and now he stiffened, "Wraith's only available on Sunday. Busy sched, see."
"Alright," Hood sighed, "Where are you guys willing to meet?"
Again, that was a problem. Danny might suggest the Bowery but that was too close to Hood's haunt. It wasn't until he felt the tug in his shadow that he goes stiff, blinking before he saw Hood's shadow move behind him. Instead of a hulking man, it was transforming into a classy looking womanâit reminds him of that lady from Resident Evil. The shadow moved, holding up what seemed to be a cigarette. The blankness of darkness morphed and now there was a white grin spread across her face.
Lady Gotham adored her knights but he was sure Red Hood was her favorite. Danny suspected that the city spirit had a hand in his resurrectionâto which he was sure that had paperwork he'd need to process soon. But the city spirit was accommodating and welcomed them into her territory, with the promise that their intentions wouldn't turn malicious and destroy the city.
Danny couldn't help but laugh, eyes glowing green and Hood took a instinctive step back. "Heard you bats and birds got yourselves a cave." He tilted his head. "Gotham Cemetery. It's where you'll find ghosts."
The cemetery. The one area that was a haunt to all the dead and never the living.
Before Red Hood could even say another word, Danny floated of the ground, mockingly saluted the revenant, and phased through the wall.
NAILED IT!
"Lil' wing, I'm not sure about this. Doesn't it sound creepy that they want to meet in the cemetery?"
"I have a theory. I am 90% sure that the Ghosts of Gotham are actual ghosts."
"Why's you say that?"
"I had Tim and Babs help me investigate the other known members. All of them can't be detected by cameras cause the footage gets all fucked up. So we had to resort to teaditional means. Seriously, the demon brat and I had to follow that Johnny and Kitty duo around Gotham just so he could draw them properly! I kid you not, I saw those two phase through other vehicles when they were zoomin' around the streets."
"And?"
"There's a possibility that those two are from Gotham. But get this... All the matches are people who were confirmed to have died decades ago. Like... When B was a teenager."
Dick flinched. Okay. The new rogue organization might actually be made up of legitimate dead people.
"Shit."
"Right back at you."
The cemetery was already in their line of vision. Even if Dick Grayson was the target of the Court, Nightwing came with the package. Meeting Wraith as Nightwing was pretty reasonable if you had to ask him. And Jason had done his best to hunt down Phantom after Bruce forbade them from interacting with any of the ghosts unless they were starting trouble first.
Hopefully, this meeting would go well...
The cemetery is quiet once they start walking. The shadows seemed to be more lively, moving and rising like curious children wanting to catch a glimpse.
"BOO!"
His escrima sticks were already in his hands and Jason was already cocking his gun.
Phantom was floating there, upside down as Lazarus green eyes stared back at them. The obvious echo of laughter making the graveyard more eerie.
"Quit that!" Jason snapped, glowering at Phantom but slowly lowered his guns.
"Awww! C'mon now, Hood. Youâre acting like youâve seen a ghostâbut a really good-looking one!" Phantom promptly runs his fingers through his hair, winking at Jason before laughing it off like it was nothing.
"You're horrendous."
"Hey, hey, hey! I'm supernatural and beyond this world!" Phantom proudly declared, clearly on the roll. But Lazarus green eyes fell to Nightwing. The reaction reminded Dick of a curious cat.
"Shit, it really was Nightwing you were talking about. I owe Wraith a hundred bucks now, birdie." Even though his mouth couldn't be seen, Dick was pretty sure that Phantom was pouting. "C'mon, birds. The boss is talking to some ghosts over there."
"So... You're really ghosts?" Jason asks, walking beside the floating ghost while Dick trailed back a couple of steps.
"Kinda? There are different kinds of ghosts, really." Phantom shrugged, going silent again. "We usually help out the other ghosts that can't meddle with the living realm. Lotta ghosts in Gotham with unfinished business."
"What kind of business?" Dick frowned.
Phantom turned to him, mischief in his eyes as he pressed a finger against the place where his lips should be. "Now, now. I ain't tellin' you, birdie. Client confidentiality and all that."
Jason grumbled something unintelligible.
"Now that ain't nice, Hood."
And then Jason grunts in response.
"C'mon, Hood!" The way Phantom whined, Dick was very sure he was pouting. "Tsk, tsk. Stop ghostin' me, wouldya?"
Dick held back a snort. While Jason's glare could be felt through his mask.
"What? That wasn't so bad! Wow... This crowd is dead."
Jason groans and Dick didn't even hide his laugh. Okay, maybe Phantom was pretty okay if you could ignore the fact that his group was pretty homicidal if needed.
"And there he is!" Phantom sounded almost mocking, the tone so strangely familiar to Dick. (Twas the sound of a younger sibling rolling their eyes). "Wraith! Brought the birdies!"
"Seriously?" Jason groaned again but stopped. Dick didn't think he was being unreasonable because holy shit!
Wraith had the same white hair as Phantom with skin paler than the damn moon. But unlike Phantom, the ends of his hair looked like fire. Red eyes instead of green... And built like a brick house, because what the fuck was that?! He was taller than Jason and Bruce! Maybe even standing taller than Superman if he stood a little straighter.
He wore the same monochrome outfit that Phantom wore and a mask that covered his mouth. With round, red tinted glasses over his eyes. Wraith was talking to the air, well, the dead. Dick could see the faint outline of a young woman.
The fucking fridge, Wraith, turned towards them once Phantom called for him.
"You fuckin' twerp, can't you see I'm still talkin'? Rude little shit."
And Dick may have realized something else. Oh. OH! That's why it was so familiar, that behaviour and mocking tone! Fucking shit, were Wraith and Phantom brothers?
Red eyes were soon trained on him. Wraith looked him over once, before humming with a smirk.
"So I was right... Nice to meet you, birdie."
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#Gotham's newest Crime Lord#Oh... Oh but also capitalize it!#dick grayson#dpxdc#danny phantom#dc x dp#danny fenton#jason todd#crossover#nightwing#red hood#dan phantom#The Phantom Brows call their respective robins âBirdieâ#THEY FINALLY FUCKING MEET!#Dick was just briefly third wheeling Dead on Main#Dick's older bro instincts lagged but he clock that sibling shit eventually#Jason is tired of the puns#danny is not#The âoh...OHâ trope but make it capitalized and colored
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Some Thoughts on the rest of AvA Season 3
You know, I'm a little bit baffled by how many episodes are left in Season 3.
It's supposedly set to run to episode 15, which means there are four more episodes in this season.
But I really don't understand what else could happen?
Victim has Chosen, Orange and Yellow. He has the means of summoning the Cursor. He also has the means of finding Alan's PC location too, via the memory scanner, if that's something he wanted.
He even has the means of containing the Cursor, with The Box.
For all intents and purposes, Victim is so close to achieving his goals.
Literally all of it, from Yellow summoning the Cursor, to Victim having a confrontation and fight with the Cursor, to Orange inevitably intervening and ruining his attempt at vengeance and saving the day, it can all be wrapped up in a single episode.
So...four?
Four more?
Something's not right. There's more we're missing. There's more that will happen. It's not going to be that straight forward.
Chosen is an integral part of this arc. And he's left far too many mysteries in his wake thus far.
Orange's origin and his connection to Chosen, too, has yet to be explained.
Which Alan has confirmed would be, at some point, quote, "explained in the story". (Thought to his credit, he did not specify when it would be, nor if it would be in S3. This was also a quote by DJ, not Alan's actual words, when DJ was asking about Orange and Chosen, for added context. Alan's response was "Uh-huh.", to the above quote.)
I do not think it's a coincidence that we received a MASSIVE lore dump on how the Outernet works, and the "green energy" along side it, in the episode immediately after Orange's powers became known. The green energy played a massive part in Victim's episode, symbolizing both the creation of life, but also the loss of it. Orange's powers are going to play a more significant role going forward.
Though it will be difficult to say if his reviving powers will play a role or not.
(I personally believe they will, because I don't understand why Mitsi would get a plush otherwise. Her role in Victim's story was very important yes, but...a plush? Alan's never done that before, made merch of canonically, permanently dead, only-appears-in-one-episode characters. It feels a little strange. Unless they were just banking, literally, on the audience's heartbreak and swift attachment to her character? People's desire to want to make her and their Victim plushes a set? That feels so disingenuous for Alan, though...So why?)
(I don't believe Mitsi's role is complete. That might just be the cope, admittedly.)
The new gap in TCO and TDL's story is also very suspicious. There must be a REASON that Alan decided to set the Newgrounds attack in 2011, upending most people's assumptions for how they spent their time after they escaped.
And therein lies a problem too: our assumptions. We know so very little about TCO and TDL's time after they escape until Showdown, and it's starting to feel like it's becoming a problem. Especially when things keep tying back to them.
It's intentional. Alan isn't rewriting the timeline for no reason. He's not casting doubt onto Chosen for no reason.
We are going to get more information on Chosen and Dark. The new gaps in the timeline and the ambiguity to their character arcs needs to be completed. Alan and his team have been very good at tying up those loose ends.
I firmly believe one of the four remaining episodes is going to be Chosen and Dark's 'extended'/'improved' backstory, an episode that is going to massively clarify both their characters like Victim's did.
Dark's strange absence from Victim's arc in particular is feeling very odd. Why is the narrative trying so hard to push Chosen as a main perpetrator for Victim's antagonist arc? Is it to set up his own expanded redemption arc better? Is it to fall in line with the theme of "actions have consequences"? Is it to forcefully beat it into the thick-headed fandom that Chosen is a morally grey character, a fact so many people seem to chose to just ignore because they like him?
But then why immediately show Dark after Agent has left, if we are supposed to focus on being upset at Chosen? Why is his appearance on that tank treated as a reveal?
What is there to reveal? We already knew he was there. Why was that important to show?
It's just so weird. By willfully hiding Dark, Alan is calling even greater attention to him. His absence is perplexing. So why?
Something is important about Dark. Dark is going to play a bigger role in what happens in the future than we might currently think.
Either he's being set up for the 'grand reveal' that he was the only one actually throwing attacks around during the Stick Page and Newgrounds attack (A weak reveal because people already think this, think that Chosen is being used a bait-and-switch) OR, and I really hate to be 'that person'-
He's being set up to come back.
I hate to be 'that person', because I've frankly gotten tired of people theorizing that Dark's going to return in Season 3. There was never any evidence for it, before. The arc, originally, had nothing to do with him. He had his arc in Season 2, and Alan being undecided in his fate didn't magically mean he'd pop back up in a brand new narrative with a brand new antagonist. Especially when, at first, it didn't seem like he was involved.
But there is evidence for it now. He is involved, at least a little. Dark is, by his absence and the complete lack of acknowledgement of his very existence by Victim, important to SOMETHING in this season.
Though in what way, I can only speculate. And those speculations sound like fanfics, fam, so they're going in a reblog.
There is also the issue of the Animator's character. Something huge needs to happen to redeem him in the eyes of the audience after what was revealed in AvA11. So many people are horrified and appalled by his past actions, and his current "redemption" doesn't feel like it hold up. It's too weak.
I've said it before, but I'll say it again: The Animator needs to do something more. He needs to show he actually cares about his stick figures.
And he needs to apologize to Victim. That is one of my biggest desires to see, in the final episode: Alan apologizing to Victim. I want to see it as badly as I want to see the Cursor burst into pixelated flames in a fight scene. Chosen, too, deserves an apology.
I personally think that Victim is going to receive a good ending - the fact that he's being fleshed out with a backstory that makes him very sympathetic is a good sign that he might have a nice ending in this story, if not the one that he perhaps wants at the moment (that being his vengeance lmao.) And Alan usually goes for good, feel-good, endings to his story arcs. The only one that didn't really feel very 'complete' is Season 2, which, y'know, might now be for a reason.
In any case, I at least don't think Alan has it in him to kill Victim off permanently. Victim is the stick who started it all, who started him on his path to success that's brought him to where he is now. Victim is special to Alan's life story. Animator vs Animation would not exist without him. Alan wouldn't be here, doing what he loves, without him. Victim literally changed his life, just as much as Orange has, if not more.
This is why I hope Alan gives Victim the same respect of a good ending. The same respect of the ability to be happy and kind again.
It would be such a nice bookend, that the stick figure he originally created with the intent of beating up and tormenting is given love, happiness, and closure for his arc end.
That's what I want more than anything else. I want Victim to have a happy ending. I want him to have what he was deprived of in AvA1.
He deserves it, so much.
We have four more episodes to go. And a lot is going to happen in those episodes. Maybe I'm wrong and they stretch the whole 'confrontation with the Cursor' out really long, but it'll still play out mostly as expected. Or maybe something utterly batshit crazy will happen that will catch us by surprise, like Dark returning (either as an antagonist or ally, both would be awesome and unexpected) or Mitsi returning as an antagonist for some reason (probably not, but it'd be insane.) Or maybe I'm extra extra wrong and Victim will die, which would utterly devastate me and break my heart into a billion little pieces.
It's impossible to tell right now.
But I'm looking forward to the wild ride. Regardless of what happens, Alan and his team are going to make some beautiful art. Scott Buckley is probably going to make some amazing music. Everyone is going to continue to breath life into this amazing, gorgeous world, an tell an amazing story alongside it.
I don't love AvA just because of the story of the characters. I love it for the passion that goes into it. I love it because it's clear Alan loves it, and all of the animators, editors, artists, and sound designers clearly love it too. I love seeing all of that effort, all of that work, all of that love, come together to make something truly amazing and beautiful. I love that the team are in a position where they can make these animations for an audience who loves them so much.
I cannot wait to see what more their passion and love can make, and where they will take us from here.
#alan becker#animator vs animation#ava#illmoraine theorizes#ava11#ish?#This has been sitting in my drafts for a few days now while I tried to organize my thoughts#It didn't really work but it's good enough lol#I have strong feelings about Victim and his connection to IRL Alan can you tell
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Okay, so, I talked about some Sampo thoughts before, but I never really talked about the whole poem thing, which seems to be a must when talking about this man so here we go.
I've seen many takes regarding the Sampo of Kalevala and Sampo Koski, his true identity, what role he plays and etc.
I personally have yet to read it, so most of my knowledge is based on wikipedia and tumblr.
I did notice that the theory that Sampo's real name is Ilmarinen (no idea if I spelled that correctly), the creator of The Sampo, is somewhat popular.
But, what if Sampo IS The Sampo? Like his name is actually Sampo Koski, it's not a fake name.
Like, let's say Sampo was born on Kalevala like most people believe, and let's say he was born there years ago, like, hundreds of years ago.
I say that because Sampo always gave me ancient vibes, which is why he calls himself an old timer, and if we go with the theory that he is an Emanator, then it is definitely plausible.
Anyways, back to Kalevala, if Sampo had left the planet hundreds of years before now, then it would make sense that stories of Sampo would change as time went on, eventually becoming the poem we know, when it wasn't how it really happened.
Basically, The Sampo of Kalevala is about Sampo Koski himself but hundreds of years of oral story telling led to it changing and you can now no longer tell it was about a person.
This can also create other ties, for example, The Sampo was stolen by a powerful entity and eventually lost, which could be Aha yoinking Sampo off the planet in reality, which to them was probably very confusing.
Why would Aha do this? Well, we know for a fact that the planet has gone to war over a powerful artifact before (gestures over to Guyun) and it def fits into Aha's MO to start a war.
After all, we do know there was battle after The Sampo was stolen in the poem.
But wait, you may probably not ask, Sampo is a living being, not an atrifact! Which to that I raise Sampo's lines from the recent events that show that this man sees all relationships as transactional and expects people to see him as a tool, so.
And if this is true, this would mean Sampo had the power the grant endless riches to people, and knowing people, he was no doubt only seen as a way to get rich rather than as a person.
Would explain why he joined the Masked Fools in the first place, before he grew older and realized these people sucked too, especially if they knew about the Emanator thing, and he proceeded to fuck off to Belobog where he was probably treated as a person and not a god/tool.
So to sum up; Sampo was born on Kalevala many ember eras ago, was able to grant people riches, was used and seen as a tool, Aha thought it would be funny to remove Sampo from the planet and start a war, Sampo joins the Elation as a means of escape, regrets it, goes to Belobog to escape, again, grows attached, and now has to embrace his powers and Emanator status instead of running away to protect the place he can finally call home.
#another theory to the pile#I swear you would think this man was my fave#with how much I talk about him#not my fault he has a lot of stuff I can talk about#anyways#bonus points if Sampo met Aha when he was a kid#and that's the reason the way he talks is so similar to Aha's#hsr#honkai star rail#sampo koski
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dropped this. had a german sausage for the first time for his sake. and then never spoke about him again
#txt#i miss him though#i dont really remember if this interpretation is really... accurate#ill have to replay/reread lines and stuff#buy well#i can have my cute tropey ships#and i really do love his character and i Do think that sigh#sigh...#we dont really see any of the characters outside of work really#but...#klavier has 2 jobs... and hes one of those stupid german prosecutors who started as teenagers#he has no life outside of his work... sigh#i do like the sort of franziska parallels... hmm hmm hmm#klavier#much to think about#i think also the. no life outside of work thing is especially pertinent with klavier because#well#hes a famous ROCKSTAR and he gets recognised by soooooo many people#there really is no escape... from... the roles he has to play#he needs someone he can figure out how to be himself around again#possibly...#when i replay/reread stuff. i might realise im completely wrong here#BUT AAGHHHH#he kind of reminds me#of myself a bit#and also well. he has a brother... strained relationship. i love siblings in media always and forever
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I think I could have easily included Utena and Madoka here, had I done this a few months later
I have to speak my truth.
#is that a spoiler(??#itâs a really vague one at that because Iâm purely speaking in vibes here#like Iâve been intensely thinking these days about how we donât get to see Anthy after she leaves. or we donât get to see Anthy and Utena#together after theyâre free from Ohtori the fairytale roles they played#the cycle of abuse and trauma#in the movie I mean#like escaping that also means escaping the story and the audienceâs gaze#I think thatâs really interesting#and it had me drawing parallels to Dirk in the epilogues and how he dons the role of the villain in order for there to be a story to tell#and that whole idea that the audienceâs attention causes the characters suffering because without it there is no story#idk this has been swirling in my head because Iâve been getting back into Utena thanks to Eli and co#and about Madoka#I was just thinking about how Anthy and Homuraâs roles are kind of similar how they go through repeated cycles of time and theyâre either#the only one or among the only ones who remember#and Iâm pretty sure Madoka is heavily influenced by RGU what with the surreal imagery and the subverted expectations that come from#genre conventions and all that. also lesbians.#here I did go into spoiler territory I guess
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The "old movies" of Blitz's traumatic memories went by really fast, so I slowed it down to .25 and watched it frame by frame to see what I could find. Here are the frames I found interesting.
The necklace. It's confirmed that this is the same one that his mother wore, and he found it in the fire. Maybe it fell off while she tried to escape the flames? We also see how it haunts him when her eyeball turns into it in his hallucination.
Cash throwing a hard fucking smack. Maybe after the fire? It kind of follows narratively, but I couldn't get much from the background. Or maybe it's earlier? Either way, our theories that Cash was physically abusive are confirmed. Fuck him.
Two cute M&M moments. I've felt for a while that when they got together it really messed with Blitz's world. The second one looks familiar. Is it from Exes and Oh's right before he hugs them and acts invasive about Chaz? Either way, his hands are reached out. He feels like a third wheel since they became a couple. So it seems like a lot of his creepy behavior comes down to feeling abandoned by his friends and trying to SOMEHOW be close to them in the only way he knows how to do so safely (being sexual and joking).
This moment with Loona at the end of Seeing Stars. The rage in her face. This was played for laughs mostly (Loona refusing the hug and kicking him in the balls) but maybe it was actually hurtful? Seems like it stuck with him. Seems like he fears that Loona actually resents him (so these two need a talk too eeek).
Barbie. Yepppppp. I can't decide whether this is in Unhappy Campers or from an earlier time.
ALL the Stolas moments. Is it reading into it too much to notice that in all of the moments before Blitz raged in The Full Moon, Stolas is looking at him, and in all of the moments after, he's looking away? Regardless, these are all really upsetting moments for Blitz. And the sheer number of them says something about how fresh and painful the breakup still is for him. HOPING they reunite and make some progress on this next episode. :(
I love the role that Blitz's HANDS play in these glimpses into his traumatic moments. He's never touching anyone, and often reaching or pulling back, or touching an object instead. He has so much love in him, and he's so lonely.
Updates, for anyone who's seeing this from the original post. Thanks to those who pointed these out.
Blitz's hands are burned when Cash smacks him, so it's from after the fire.
The M&M moments are from Murder Family and Truth Seekers.
#scuse while I sob into my dog's ears#like a well adjusted adult#stolitz#blitz#blitzo#blitzo buckzo#stolas#moxxie#millie#loona#barbie wire#helluva boss#my helluva meta#ghostfuckers spoilers#helluva boss spoilers
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Racer!Reader x Racer!Mingyu äž Rivals to Lovers
Synospsis: Racer!Mingyu, the new kid, is determined to beat you in the college underground race. Does he have the guts to defeat you, his senior, the reigning queen of the racing scene? Before the race starts, a photo of your boyfriend cheating on you is spread to the students. When you look up from your phone, there's Mingyu with his piercing eyes. [...]
âHmm, all upset, just the way I wanted,â Mingyu teased, leaning against the doorframe.
WC: 8k
Warnings: Cheating, illegal racing, rumors, smut, angst, penetrative sex, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), squirt, clit stimulation, g'spot stimulation, body fluids (cum), kinda of rage make out?, chocking, spanking, dirty talk, sex pic and etc.
Mingyu. A name that had once been just a murmur in the shadows of the racing world is now on everyone's lips. This new kid, this prodigy, decided to go against the grain, to take on the best and make a name for himself.Â
And somehow, you're the one he's set his sights on. The competition is obvious, like the electricity in the air before a storm, and the entire college is buzzed with bets. It's impossible to ignore the excitement at the thought of the race tonight. It's been too long since you've felt this alive.
The smell of burnt rubber and gasoline is already in your nose, a scent that brings back a flood of memories. The first time you felt the wind rush past you on two wheels, the rush of adrenaline when you crossed the finish line ahead of the pack.Â
The races had been your escape, your way to prove to the world that you were more than just another face in the crowd.Â
And now, as you lace up your boots and slip into your worn-in leather jacket, you know that this race will be different. It's not just about the thrill anymore. It's about pride, about maintaining your title, about showing Mingyu that he's bitten off more than he can chew.
The stakes are higher than ever before. You can feel it in the way Mark's eyes darken every time he looks at you, in the way he clenches his fists when Mingyu's name is mentioned.
As you swing your leg over your bike and rev the engine, you push those thoughts aside. Tonight, there's only one thing that matters: the race, the roar of the engines, and the taste of victory.
Mingyu's eyes sparkle inside his helmet, the gleaming visor reflecting the neon lights of the college parking lot that's been transformed into a makeshift race track. He's young, fearless, and he's got something to prove.Â
You've watched him from afar, studied his technique, his daring moves that have earned him the title of 'the rookie to watch'. He's good, really good, but he's never raced against someone like you. You're the old war-horse in this game, a veteran who's seen it all and done it all.Â
And now, the moment has arrived.
The girl in the quadriculed flag raises it high, her arm muscles taut with excitement. You and Mingyu lock eyes for a brief second, a silent promise of a fierce battle to come. And then, with a nod from her, you both speed off into the night. Your bike responds to your touch like a well-trained steed, the engine purring as you lean into the first turn.
But this is your turf, and you're not about to let some newcomer take your crown without a fight.
As the race extends, the wind whips through your hair, and the roar of the engines fills your ears. The world around you is a blur of lights and shadows, the only thing clear being the track ahead and the figure of Mingyu on your tail.Â
You push harder, feeling the bike protest under your command, but she holds steady. You're the lead, with Mingyu playing the role of the eager suitor, eager to overtake. You can't help but smile beneath your helmet. It's been so long since someone's made you feel this alive. The thrill of the chase is intoxicating, and you're going to enjoy every second of it.
As you cross the finish line, you pull a dramatic wheelie, the tires screeching and smoking against the asphalt. You circle around, revving the engine, feeling the power beneath you, and as you come to a stop, Mingyu pulls up beside you.Â
You both remove your helmets, and the chilly night air kisses your sweat-drenched skin. His eyes are on you, focused and intense, drinking in the sight of you. Your hair is a wild mess around your face, the wind from the race playing with it like it's alive.
You swing your leg over the bike, the leather of your pants hugging your thighs tightly. You stand there, arms crossed over your chest, looking at him. He's tall, with a muscular build that's clear even through his bulky racing gear. His face is a mask of determination, and there's something about the way he carries himself that makes you want to knock him down a peg.
"So, what's your name, kid?" you ask, your voice carrying over the din of the engines.
Mingyu's face cracks into a smirk, and he extends his hand towards you. "Mingyu. Kim Mingyu," he says, his voice deep and sure. But you don't take the bait. You keep your arms crossed, your eyes locked on his.
His smirk falters a little when you ignore his outstretched hand, and he slowly lowers it.Â
The crowd around you goes quiet, watching this silent exchange like it's a scene from a movie. They know the history, the tension, and the unspoken challenge that's just been laid down.
"Well, you must know me," you say, the leather jacket creaks as you tighten your grip.Â
"I know of you," he says, his language tinged with a hint of an accent. "But I'm not here to bow down to reputations. I'm here to make my own." You can't help but respect that.
The crowd around you is hushed, waiting for the next move. Mark is there, his eyes on you, a silent question in his gaze. You give him a nod, reassuring him that you're okay, that you're in control.
 The rivalry between you and Mingyu has only just started, and it's going to be one hell of a race.
Mark storms over, eyes flashing with anger. "What the hell are you two talking about for so long?" His voice cuts through the cheers of the crowd, drawing their attention. You feel the tension between him and Mingyu, like a string pulled taut, ready to snap.
Mingyu just watches him with that sly grin, clearly enjoying the show. His gaze flickers over you, lingering on your leather pants, and you feel a shiver of annoyance and something else you can't quite name.
"Hey, Mark," you say, trying to keep your tone light, but there's an edge to it. "Calm down. We were just talking."
"Talking? That's what you're calling it?" Mark's voice is loud, drawing even more eyes to your little drama. He turns to Mingyu, his face red. "And what are you looking at?"
You roll your eyes, the frustration bubbling up inside you. "Mark, walk."
He stares at you, eyes wide in disbelief. "What?"
"Yeah, walk," you repeat, your voice firm. "Just go cool off."
For a moment, it looks like he might argue, but then he glances at Mingyu, whoâs still smirking, clearly enjoying the spectacle. With a huff, Mark turns on his heel and stalks off, the crowd parting to let him through.
Mingyu chuckles, a low sound that only you can hear. "What an obedient boyfriend you have."
You shoot him a look, half warning, half curiosity. "Don't push your luck, Mingyu."
He raises his hands in mock surrender, the grin never leaving his face. "Just calling it like I see it. But seriously," his tone shifts, becoming more sincere, "you were amazing out there."
"Thanks," you say, the word coming out more curt than you intended. You take a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering tension from Mark's outburst. "So, why did you want to race me, really?"
Mingyuâs expression becomes thoughtful, the cocky façade slipping just a little. "Because I wanted to see if the rumors were true. And now, I know they are."
You can't help but smile at that, feeling a rush of pride. "Well, you gave me a good run for my money."
"Next time," he says, his voice low and filled with promise, "I'll be the one crossing the finish line first."
"We'll see about that," you reply, walking out with your motorcycle by your side, glancing at him over your shoulder.Â
[...]
Mingyu, the new kid, had something different, something that pushed your limits in a way no other rival had before. It was exhilarating, but also stressful. And your boyfriendâs incessant comments about Mingyu didnât help.
Every time he brought up how Mingyu looked at you, how rude he was, how he thought he was the most incredible thing, you rolled your eyes. Markâs jealousy was nothing new, but youâd never seen him so uncomfortable around someone before.
For the past month, youâd heard from other students that Mingyu had been spreading rumors about how he was going to win this race, no matter what. It was irritating, but also a challenge you couldnât ignore.
As you were heading to your P.E. class, you saw Mingyu and his friend walking down the hallway. He spotted you immediately, a grin spreading across his face.
"Look who's here, Y/N... without the leather jacket?" His eyes roved over your tight gymnastic clothing, clearly enjoying the sight.
You smiled around the scrunchie you held between your teeth as you tidied up your hair, then pulled it free to tie it up. "Look whoâs here, Mingyu... still talking big?" you teased back, not missing a beat.
He laughed, a rich sound that echoed down the hall. "Only because Iâve got the skills to back it up."
"Oh, really?" you said, raising an eyebrow. "All Iâve seen so far is a lot of talk."
"Maybe you just havenât been paying close enough attention," he replied, leaning casually against the lockers. "Iâll make sure to give you a front-row seat next time."
You finished tying your hair and gave him a mock look of concern. "Iâd hate to see you disappoint all those fans youâve been bragging to."
He smirked, undeterred. "Donât worry, Iâve got this covered. You might want to start thinking about a new title because that crown is coming my way."
"Big words for someone who hasn't beaten me yet," you shot back, stepping closer, your confidence unwavering.
"We'll see about that," he said, his voice low and filled with promise. His eyes held yours for a moment longer, the air between you crackling with tension.
Mingyu doesn't look the least bit afraid of you, of your reputation, of what you can do on this track. He's bold, maybe even a little cocky, and you can't decide if you like it or if it just makes you want to wipe that smug look off his face.Â
You've always been the one everyone looks up to, the one they whisper about in the halls. But now, there's someone new, someone who doesn't seem to know his place. And that's what makes him so intriguing.
You know Mingyu will be back, and he'll be better next time. And you can tell your boyfriend, Mark, is not happy about this new rivalryäžabout the way Mingyu makes you feel alive again.
"You've got to get your head out of the clouds, Y/N," Mark says as you look to the ceiling, "This isn't just a game anymore."
You pull back, looking up at him. "What do you mean?"
"Mingyu," he says, his voice tight with anger, "he's different. He's not like the others."
You roll your eyes, trying to play it off. "He's just a freshman with a fast bike," you say.
"He's been watching you," Mark says, his eyes searching yours, "studying you. He's got a vendetta, and I don't like it."
You swallow hard, pushing the thought away. You can't let Mingyu get under your skin like this. "I've got this," you reply, trying to sound more confident than you feel.
But Mark's not convinced. He's noticed the way your mind has been elsewhere, the way you've been pushing him away. The way you've been turning down his advances, lost in thought about the new kid on the block. He's been frustrated for a few weeks, trying to get you to focus on anything other than the race.Â
As the days pass, the tension between you and Mark grows thicker. He tries to initiate sex, but your mind is always elsewhere, replaying the race, thinking about Mingyu's next move. You know you're hurting him, but you can't seem to stop.
 The thought of Mingyu, of the way he looked at you, of the way he talked about winning, it's like a drug. And you're hooked.
The next day, you're in the garage, wrench in hand, making some final adjustments to your bike. You've always been meticulous, but with Mingyu on your mind, you're even more so. You can't have anything going wrong on your bike when you face him again.
The door to the garage opens, and you look up, expecting it to be Mark, but instead, it's Mingyu. He struts in, his leather jacket and bike helmet hanging casually from his hand.
"Hey, Y/N," he says, a smug smile playing on his lips. "I see you're still playing with your toy."
You roll your eyes, not bothering to hide your annoyance. "What do you want?" you ask, not looking up from your work.
"Just thought I'd come by and say congrats," he says, leaning against the workbench. "You put on a good show last night."
You raced a senior from your class last night. You won despite the slippery concrete caused by the rain. Again.
You slam the wrench down, the sound echoing in the empty garage. "Thanks, but I'm not looking for your approval," you reply, your voice icy.
Mingyu laughs, a sound that grates on your nerves. "You don't have to be so defensive," he says, his eyes scanning the garage, "I just wanted to talk shop, maybe pick up some tips from the queen herself."
You stand up, wiping your hands on your greasy rag. "What makes you think I'd share anything with you?"
He shrugs, his smile never wavering. "Call it a peace offering," he says, holding out his hand. "Truce?"
You stare at his hand for a moment, weighing your options. You know you need to keep your enemies closer, especially one as talented as Mingyu. You take his hand, giving it a firm shake. "Fine," you say, "but don't get any ideas."
"Oh, I have plenty of ideas," he says, his eyes glinting with mischief, "but I'll save them for the track."
You can't help but laugh, despite yourself. He's got nerve, you'll give him that. You spend the next hour talking bikes and racing strategies, and for the first time since the race, you feel like you're not just a competitor but a fellow enthusiast. It's strange.
As Mingyu leaves, you can't help but feel a blend of emotions. There's the excitement of the challenge he represents, the thrill of the rivalry that's been ignited. But there's also a nagging doubt, a fear that maybe Mark is right.Â
Maybe Mingyu isn't just a racer looking to make a name for himself. Maybe he's got something more planned, something that could threaten not just your title but your relationship.Â
You shake the thought off, telling yourself you're just being paranoid. After all, it's just a race, right?
[...]
The sun is setting, casting a warm orange glow over the makeshift circuit thatâs been built for tonight's race. You take a long sip of your Gatorade, savoring the cool taste as you mentally prepare yourself for the competition. The grandstand is buzzing with energy, students excitedly chattering about the upcoming event.
As you sit there, focusing on your breathing, Mingyu appears and casually sits down next to you. You chuckle, unable to help yourself. "Are you following me, kid?"
He rolls his eyes, a familiar gesture by now. "Iâm not a kid."
"But Iâm your senior," you counter, grinning at the way his face sours. Heâs always so easy to tease. "What did you plan?"
"Huh?" He seems genuinely confused, his attention now fully on you.
You smirk, leaning back a bit. "What do you have up your sleeve, Mingyu? Some oil on the floor, a pin in my tire...?"
He laughs, shaking his head. "I donât need tricks to beat you."
"Good," you say, your voice dropping slightly, more serious now. "Because neither do I."
Before the conversation can go any further, your boyfriend, Mark, appears. "Whatâs he doing here?" he asks, his tone accusatory.
"Just talking," you reply, trying to keep your cool.
"Talking, huh?" Mark scoffs. "Seems like heâs always around, doesnât it? Youâd think heâs got nothing better to do."
"I think youâre overreacting." You breath tired.Â
Mark's eyes narrow. "Just remember whoâs waiting for you at the finish line."
Mingyuâs jaw tightens at this, his posture stiffening. He looks like heâs holding back something, a secret or a truth heâs not ready to share.
You glance at Mingyu, noticing the shift in his conduct. "Whatâs that look for?" you ask him, curious despite yourself.
He shakes his head, the tension in his body evident. "Nothing. Just focus on the race."
You button your jacket, feeling the familiar weight of the leather settle around your shoulders. Checking your shoelaces, you make sure theyâre tight, ready for the race ahead. The buzz of your phone breaks the moment, a single notification lighting up the screen. You glance around, noticing other students doing the same, pulling their phones from their pockets.
Itâs odd, almost synchronized.
The feeling in your gut is like a rock, weighing you down, making it harder to breathe. You glance around, noticing the smirks and knowing looks from the other racers, the whispers that seem to carry on the wind.Â
You click on it, and your heart sinks like a stone. It's a picture of Mark, your Mark, kissing a girl. A girl with auburn hair and a laugh that's nothing like yours. And he's wearing the shirt you gave him just this week, the one with the funny racing pun on the back. The same shirt he wore to bed last night, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
You stand there, frozen, as the world carries on around you. The cheers of the crowd, the roar of the bikesâitâs all just background noise now. You look up and see everyone watching you, their expressions a combination of pity and shock. They all know now. They've all seen it.
And as your eyes meet Mingyu's, you realize that he knows too. There's something in his gaze, a glint of satisfaction that makes your blood boil. Did he do this? Did he send this to you? The thought is like a knife twisting in your gut, but you canât be sure.
With trembling hands, you slip the phone back into your pocket, trying to compose yourself. You donât want to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing you fall apart. But as you button your jacket and tighten the laces of your boots, you canât help but feel like youâre tying up the loose ends of your life.Â
Everythingâs changed in the span of a single message. Your heart is racing, but itâs not from the thrill of the chase anymore. It stems from the agony of disloyalty and the rage at being played for a fool.
And as you turn to face Mark, whoâs pushing his way through the crowd, his eyes searching for yours, you know that the real race has only just begun.
Your breath comes in shudders as you hop on your bike, putting on your helmet. Youâve give all the signs that you are going to race tonight. The crowd is abuzz with anticipation, their eyes locked on you.Â
You roll the bike's accelerator, the roar calling for attention so the race can start. The flag girl gulps, her nervousness evident, and you look over your shoulder to see Mingyu approaching.
The girl stretches the flag, and you brace yourself. The lights go out, and suddenly, you're off, the wind in your hair, the roar of the engines filling your ears. Mingyu is right beside you. You can feel the bike responding to your every move, the tires gripping the asphalt like a vice.Â
Inside your helmet, your breathing is loud and ragged, a stark reminder of the adrenaline and anger coursing through you.
As you race, your thoughts race too. Mingyu planned everything. He sat by your side to watch you unravel from Mark's jealous crisis, and then those messages minutes before the race startâmeant to destabilize you. Itâs like a puzzle clicking into place, each piece revealing the depth of his strategy.
The bike protests but holds steady as you apply more pressure. The track is a blur, but your focus is razor-sharp. Mingyu is still there, matching your speed, but youâre not going to let him win.
You replay the moment when you first saw the message, the image of Mark kissing another girl. It stings, but it also sets you aflame. How dare he think he can break you? How dare he underestimate you? Youâre not just racing against Mingyu; youâre racing against the doubts and whispers.
Mingyu pulls ahead slightly, his bike edging past yours. You grit your teeth, leaning forward to reduce drag, pushing your bike to its limits. The sound of the engines is loud, the wind whipping past you.Â
You glance at Mingyu. He thinks he won, that his plan worked. But he doesnât know you.Â
You see the final stretch approaching, the finish line within sight. You dig deep, finding that last reserve of strength. You and Mingyu are neck and neck, the crowdâs cheers blending into a single roar. The world narrows to just this moment, just this race.
As you cross the finish line, you throw all your weight into one last burst of speed. You cross the line a split second before Mingyu, the crowd exploding into cheers.
You slow down, the realization of your win sinking in. You did it. Despite everything, you did it. But still, there is no taste of victory in your mouth.
The cheers fade as you lean forward, gripping the handlebars, and ride your bike away from the circuit, leaving a cloud of dust behind you. The streets blur past you, seeking an escape from everything. Your dorm or campus are the last place you want to be tonight.
After what feels like hours, you spot a cheap motel by the roadside. Its flickering neon sign is a welcome sight, a promise of anonymity, and a place to rest. You pull in, park your bike and walk to the reception. The clerk barely looks up as you hand over cash for the night. Key in hand, you head to your room.
The room is small and poorly illuminated, but itâs a refuge from the chaos of the night. You lay on the bed, the springs creaking under you, and pull out your phone. The screen is still lit with notifications, but you donât want to see any of them. Whether it was Mingyu or someone else who shared those photos, you donât care. Not tonight.
[...]
The weekend drags by, each minute feeling like an eternity. You donât go to class, donât leave your dorm except to grab food from the vending machine, because, you canât face the pity in your friendsâ eyes.
You clean obsessively, organizing your bookshelf, scrubbing the floors, folding clothes into neat piles. Itâs a futile attempt to regain some semblance of order in your life. It feels like youâre erasing him from your life, one item at a time.
The notifications on your phone keep popping up, your friends and classmates checking in, asking if youâre okay. You manage to reply with short, curt responses. "Yeah," you type, "Just need some space." The lie feels heavy on your fingertips, but itâs easier than explaining the tornado of emotions inside you.
As the day stretches on, you start to feel a little more in control. Youâre not going to let this beat you. Youâre not going to let Mark or Mingyu ruin what youâve built.Â
So you sit there, in the quiet of your room, and you start to plan. Youâre going to show up to class, to the next race, with your head held high. Youâre going to leave the drama behind and focus on what you do bestârace.
On Thursday, you walk into class, a box in your arms. The whispers start as soon as you enter the room, the eyes are on you like a spotlight. You find Markâs usual seat and drop the box in front of it, the thud echoing in the stunned silence.
The box, with his things.
You donât wait for his reaction. You donât need to. You turn and walk out, leaving the whispers and the weight of his backstabbing behind.
At lunch, you sit with your friends, the same table youâve shared since freshman year. They all look at you, their eyes filled with concern. "You okay?" one of them asks, tentatively.
You nod, trying to put on a brave face. "Yeah," you say, your voice stronger than you feel, "I just needed some time to sort things out."
They all nod, understanding without needing the details. They know the score, they know what happened at the race. They know about the picture, the rumors, the cheating.
"You've cried enough," your best friend says, her voice firm but gentle, "It's like that bruise on your knee from when you were seven. It hurt like hell, but it's healing now."
You manage a small smile at the memory. Itâs true. Youâve shed enough tears over Mark to fill an ocean. But here you are, breathing, standing, moving forward.
"Letâs talk about something else," you say, changing the subject. "What's new with all of you?"
They exchange glances, clearly surprised by your sudden shift in tone, but they follow your lead. They talk about their classes, their weekends, their plans for spring break. You listen, really listen, letting their words wash over you like a balm to your soul.
"Oh, and apparently none of Markâs friends want to talk to him," someone says, almost as an afterthought. "They had no idea."
"Good," you say. "Heâs not worth their time either."
Your friends nod, respecting your wishes to not delve into the drama further. You donât need their pity or their empathy. You just need them to be there, to be the rock that grounds you.
The bell rings, signaling the end of lunch, and you all stand up, collecting your trash. "Thanks, guys," you say, your voice genuine.
"For what?" one of them asks.
"For not treating me like Iâm made of glass." you reply, smiling.
They laugh, you know theyâre worried, but you also know they trust you to handle this. Youâre the same person you were before the race. Youâre strong.
The sadness has morphed into something else, anger simmers just under the surface, a slow burn thatâs been building since that message. Youâre not just mad at Mark, but at Mingyu too. You donât know his role in this, but you can feel his influence, the way heâs been poking and prodding, trying to get under your skin.
And now, itâs like a game of chess, and youâre the pawn in the middle of the board. You canât help but wonder if heâs been playing you from the start. If all those smirks and smug looks were just part of his plan to take you down.
The bell rings, and you grab your bag, slinging it over your shoulder. As you turn to leave, you feel a hand wrap around your arm. You turn, ready to snap, and find yourself face-to-face with Mingyu. You scoff, rolling your eyes.
âCome on, donât be grumpy. Running away from me, princess?â he says, a sulky look on his face.
You remember avoiding both Mingyu and Mark all day, doing everything to keep your distance. You start to leave, but he holds onto your arm again, making you huff in frustration.
âYou should thank me, donât you think?â he says, his tone teasing.
You frown. âWhat do you mean?â
Mingyu smirks. âFirst, I let you win last Saturday,â he says, lying through his teeth. You remember how he was right on your tail during the race, clearly giving it his all.
âAnd I got you rid of that asshole,â he adds.
You cross your arms, glaring at him. âSo, youâre admitting you orchestrated this whole thing, huh?â
He shrugs nonchalantly. âWell, I warned him it would happen.â
âHe knew?â you ask, your voice rising in disbelief.
Mingyu tilts his head slightly, like heâs stating the obvious. âOf course he knew. Y/N, he was cheating on you for a whole semester. At the first freshman party I went to, I saw him with Sayla. Sheâs from my class.â
âWhat?â you nearly shout, drawing the attention of nearby students. Mingyu gives you an exasperated look, like itâs common knowledge.
You grab his arm and drag him around campus, heading for the grandstand where you can talk in private. Once there, you turn to him, your eyes blazing with anger.
âI saw the photo, and I know itâs real. But Mingyu, if youâre lying about this, I swear I will fucking kill you.â
He shakes his head, his expression serious. âWhy would I lie to you? If I need to tell you something, Iâll say it to your face.â
âTell me from the beginning,â you demand, crossing your arms.
He rolls his eyes but starts talking. âWell, it was my first party here, a freshman party. I needed to go to the bathroom, and there they were, making out.â
You make a disgusted face, which seems to amuse him. âBut in the photo, they werenât in a bathroom,â you point out.
âYeah, it happened plenty of times. When I found out he was your boyfriend, I went to a frat party and took that photo,â Mingyu explains.
âThat one?â you ask, referring to the incriminating photo.
Mingyu nods. âYeah, that one. He saw the photo and came to have it out with me. I might have told him that if he didnât tell you, I would, and that I would love to take care of his girlfriend.â
You scoff. âSo thatâs why he was so sick-jealous of me?â
Mingyu closes his eyes and nods like itâs the most normal thing in the world. You curse under your breath, feeling the weight of betrayal all over again. âThis motherfââ
You stop, looking at Mingyu, whoâs watching you with a confused expression. âWhat do you mean by âtake care of his girlfriendâ?â
Mingyu smirks. âI was interested in you. But when I found out you were dating, I backed off. When I saw your boyfriend slacking, I needed to make it clear to Mark that I was going to reach out to you somehow.â
You narrow your eyes at him, the audacity of it all making your blood boil. âSo, youâve been planning this from the start?â
âNot exactly,â Mingyu says, shrugging. âBut I saw an opportunity and took it. Your boyfriend was a dick, and you deserve better.â
You let out a bitter laugh. âAnd you think youâre better?â
Mingyuâs is smug. âI know I am.â
âAnd what makes you think Iâd be interested in you?â you challenge, crossing your arms.
Mingyu steps closer, his gaze intense. âYouâre fierce, competitive, and you donât take shit from anyone. Youâre exactly the kind of challenge I like.â
You roll your eyes, though a small part of you is flattered? âYouâre still an asshole.â
He grins. âMaybe, but at least Iâm honest about it. Canât say the same for Mark.â
You take a deep breath, trying to process everything. "Mingyu, just stay out of my way. I donât need any more complications.â
âWhat can I say? I know what I want.â He shrugs before leaving, again, with that stupid smirk on his face.Â
[...]
You were dragged by your friends to every party on campus, parties you didnât even know existed, every day a new one. According to them, you needed to enjoy your new âsingleâ life. And with all the guys on campus now aware that you were single, your DMs were flooded.Â
Tonight was one of those nights. Everyone saw you parking your motorcycle in front of the frat house, the rumble announcing your arrival. You danced with your friends, met new people, but your happiness didnât last long.
You caught a glimpse of Mark and Sayla. Sayla was wearing one of his baseball jackets, his arm draped over her shoulder. Everyone stared at them, the ânewâ couple making a fool of themselves.Â
You didnât expect Mark to be so bald-faced about it. Your blood boiled, your head felt like it was on fire, and you wanted to leave the party. But if you did, youâd look weak. So you stayed, trying to enjoy the party with your friends, but it was impossible. When Mark kissed Sayla, one eye open in your direction to gauge your reaction, you couldnât take it anymore.
You grabbed your helmet and stormed out of the party, your friends calling after you, warning you not to do anything stupid because you were hot-headed.Â
And you were, for real.Â
Arriving back on campus, you pulled out your phone, fingers fumbling as you dialed a number. Your steps echoed, the dress youâd chosen for the party riding up with each step, making you pull it down in frustration.
The phone rang, and rang, until finally, a voice answered, âYou calling me? Y/N, what aââ
âWhere are you?â you cut him off, voice trembling with rage.
âDamn, what happened to âhello, how are you?ââ The voice was playful, but you werenât in the mood.
âWhere. Are. You.â
âHell, Iâm at my dorm, wassup?â
âOpen the door,â you demanded.
âWhat?â
âOpen the fucking door,â you said before hanging up.
Moments later, the dorm door opened, revealing Mingyu with the phone still in his hand, wearing only black shorts that showed a peek of his white underwear. He looked confused, but when he saw youâeyes almost black with rage, in your little dressâhe swore it was the hottest thing heâd ever seen.
âHmm, all upset, just the way I wanted,â he teased, leaning against the doorframe.
You pushed him inside, slamming the door shut behind you and tossing your cell phone on the table. You kissed him, rough and urgent, your fingers tangling in his hair. Mingyu moaned between kisses, the realization that you were kissing him sinking in. His hands found your waist, one hand sliding up to your neck, choking you slightly, making you gasp.
A smirk played on his lips, between breaths. âAbout time you admitted it.â
âShut up,â you muttered before kissing him again, harder this time.
Mingyu's grip tightened on your waist, pulling you closer. âYouâre so damn hot when youâre mad,â he murmured against your lips.
âJust shut up and kiss me,â you demanded, your fingers tugging at his hair.
He obliged, kissing you with a fervor that matched your own. His hand slid down your back, gripping your ass and pulling you against him. You could feel his bulge pressing against you, a reminder of how much he wanted you. You broke the kiss, breathlessly, your eyes locking onto his.
âWhatâs your plan, Y/N?â he asked, his voice a low growl.
You smirked, a glint of mischief in your eyes. âTo make sure I donât think about Mark ever again.â
Mingyuâs eyes darkened with craving. âI can help with that.â
âGood,â you said, pulling him back into a kiss, your hands exploring his body, feeling the heat radiating from his skin, fingers fumbling from his big chest, to the defined lines of his abs.
Your hand slides from his lower belly to his cock, squeezing his clothed erection slightly. You feel him twitch in your hand, a broken sob leaving his lips.
âFuck, you got hard so fast,â you murmur against his mouth.
He moans, his breath hot and heavy. âCanât help it when itâs you.â
You grin wickedly, turning around to show him the long zipper at the back of your dress. âHelp me,â you say, your voice low and inviting.
Mingyu nods, his eyes dark with desire. He bites his lip, trying to stifle a moan as he catches the zipper and slides it down, his happiness akin to opening a Christmas gift. The dress falls away, and you hold your breasts in your hands, turning to face him, your fingers playing with your hardened nipples, watching his eyebrows furrow.
His hot hand covers yours, and you let him take over, feeling the heat of his touch. He pushes you toward the bed, his lips trailing kisses down your neck before biting gently, his notorious fangs grazing your sensitive skin.Â
You moan, the sound going straight to his cock. His hands move desperately to your panties, fingers fumbling with the lace until theyâre off your legs. He opens your legs with his hands, giving your wet folds a not-so-discreet look.
Mingyu licks his fingers, meeting your eyes before sliding them inside you. You scream at the sudden stretch, feeling his big fingers filling you. He looks at you, to see if it hurts, but then he feels you getting wetter and wetter, your pants filling the room. His hand stills, and you roll your clit against his palm.
His fingers start to slide in and out, the wet noises are sinful as he finds your g'spot. You gasp, your body arching from his bedsheets, your both hands finding his forearm, stilling his fingers curled in this position.Â
Mingyu's eyes widen in surprise at your reaction, and he repeats the motion, pressing against your sweet spot again, making your eyes fill with tears.Â
''R-right here! Please!"Â
âDid your boyfriend never find this spot?â he asks, his voice serious.
You shake your head negatively, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps.Â
Mingyu's expression hardens, anger flashing in his eyes. âThat asshole didnât know how to please you,â he mutters, then his voice softens as he coos at you.Â
You sob, his fingers curling repeatedly on the spongy spot. âAw⊠donât worry, my love. Iâm going to make you feel so good.â
He continues to stimulate you, watching your every reaction, your pleasure nourishing his own. His fingers work you expertly, and you start to get embarrassed by how wet you are getting.
But you can't stop your hips from rubbing against his hands, you can't stop yourself from constantly moaning his name, and you can't help but wonder how you survived without feeling the pleasure Mingyu was giving you. Â
Your body tenses so much, you're afraid of getting injured, and the pleasure builds, making your vision blurry, catching only Mingyu's silhouette. âMingyuâŠ,â you gasp, your voice shaking.
He's in love with your sensitive form. He slides his fingers out, brushing against your clit, making you moan, wanting the stimulation again, but then he munches on your pussy, making a throaty moan leave your mouth, tears wetting your cheeks. You don't even know if you're sobbing or moaning. You can only focus on his warm mouth sucking everything it can.Â
Mingyu moans against you, like he's getting stimulated too, and when you manage to squeak out, âGonna' cum,â he moans even more, the vibrations going to your clit as you arch your back, squeezing your tits.Â
He opens your legsâquivering pathetically around his headâwith the strength of his arms. He only stops when he feels your clit throbbing incessantly inside his mouth, all sensitive.
You don't know how long it took before you were in your mind again, but you can feel Mingyu kissing your whole body. For him, it was a maxim to calm you down, but mainly to appreciate every bit of your skin. When you open your eyes, he's kissing your hand, his thumb gently caressing it. You don't look much, or you will blush. For him, it could finish like this: you cummed, satisfied, and he gets satisfied. But then you mumble, eyes lidded, âFuck me, please.â
His eyes almost fall from his skull. He watches your legs spread, and you slap weakly at your pussy, inviting him. Mingyu almost falls back with your tease. His hands, lowering his shorts and underwear in one go, desperate to go over you.
"Wait."Â
He stills, and you smile at his obedience. You turn around, on all fours, wiggling your ass at him, and you hear a suffered moan behind you, making you scoff.Â
He squeezes your ass between his hands tightly, then slaps your meat, making you hiss. Then another one, making you moan. Then another one, making you drip a line of your cum on the sheets.
Mingyu feels like a crazy creature. He pumps his veiny cock before sliding on your wet folds to spread your cum. And then slides inside. You were so tight, so tight that his blood pressure almost falls down.Â
âI need to thank your boyfriend for keeping it tight.â He groans after bottoming out.
You widen your eyes at the comment, he sounded so sincere. And you laugh, your hand covering your face, and he chuckles too, seeing that he can't hold his tongue around you.
He can feel you clenching around him every time you laugh, making him moan synchronized with you. He starts to move and your laughs turn into moans, laughed-moans.
âShit, youâre so tight, you are squeezing me,â he cries, his thrusts slow and deep.
âDidnât think youâd be this talkative,â you manage between gasps, your body responding to every move he makes.
âCanât help it,â he breathes, leaning down to kiss your shoulder.Â
His pace quickens, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. You grip the sheets, your back arching as he hits just the right spot. âRight there, Mingyu. Fuck, right there.â
He obeys, his thrusts becoming more precise, each one sending thrills through your body. âYou feel so good,â he murmurs, his hands gripping your hips. âSo fucking good.â
"Seriously, Mingyu," continue betwee moans, "you have no filter."
He grins, thrusting harder. "You're too much."
"Too much for you?" you tease, pushing back against him.
"Never," he mooans, his hands gripping your hips tighter. "I could do this forever."
You moan at his words, that feeling on your stomach tightening. "God, Mingyu..."
He leans over, his breath hot against your ear. "You like it when I talk, hm? When I say, how good you feel?"
You nod frantically, your mind a blur, you were cock-drunk, moaning his name like it was the only word you ever knew.
He chuckles darkly, thrusting deeper. "Good, because Iâm not stopping until you canât even say his name."
He stops his hips inside you, balls deep, and you can feel his tip kissing your cervix as he rolls his hips to make you feel it deep. Your arms quiver, making you fall with your chest on the bed, face on the sheets. You've never felt someone this deep before. Your hand reaches the bulge Mingyu makes on your belly, and you writhe.
He dirty talks, "You like to feel me here?"
You answer with a throaty moan. He closes his eyes to your rough moan and says, "Fuck, I need to see your pretty face moaning my name."
He turns you to lay on the bed again, one of your legs on his shoulder, and the other stretched by his hand. Since when were you this flexible? you think. When he slams inside you again, your messy cunt clings to him for dear life.
You moan all sly, and Mingyu is inches from your face now, and he teases you, "Look who's all sensitive right now. Where's that grumpy girl from the race? Hm? You just needed a good cock fucking you right to get you relaxed? Right, babe?"
You want to clap a hand on his mouth to keep his cocky talk out of it, but your pussy betrays you, clenching around him the moment his dirty words start to fall from his lips. Instead, you give some wet kisses on his lips. He reciprocates every one of them.
You ask him to touch you, and he looks in your eyes, asking, "Where?"
You guide one of his hands to your clit. He collects some of the lubrication that formed a ring at the base of his cock and starts to massage the swollen bud, circling it. Your nails scratch his back, and he hisses, eyes closing. He ruts desperately into you, your pussy casting a spell on him, all wet and good for him.Â
You glance around the space, the warm illuminated lamp, the scent of his cologne everywhere, his tanned body sweating to give you pleasure, his muscles clenching as he holds you, his hand on your clit, his cock filling you, his eyes focused on every one of your expressions, his moans every time you clench.
You prepare for every detail when your eyes suddenly blur. You feel it coming... fuck. You're cumming, but something else is coming too.Â
The realization hits you, and you say, "No, no, no, shit!"
You hold his bicep, your head thrown back, the veins on your neck popping. You try to stop, but you can't. You squirt all over him and his bed.
Mingyu stops inside you, mouth open. Now he gets desperate, taking his cock from you and cumming on your belly, so far that it hits your tits too. He lets your legs rest on the bed, and you cover your mouth.
"M-Mingyu, your bed! I'm sorry, let me put this to wash andâ" You start to get up, feeling a rush of embarrassment and responsibility for the mess.
Mingyu, still catching his breath, quickly moves to stop you, his hand firm but gentle on your shoulder. He gives you a little push, making you lay back on the bed again. "Hey, relax," he says, his voice low and soothing. "It's just a bed. We can clean it up later."
You look at him, your cheeks flushed. "But it's such a mess," you protest weakly.
He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. "I like it messy," he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "Besides, I think I like you better like this."
"But seriously, Mingyu, your bedâ"
He cuts you off with a kiss, his lips capturing yours in a tender, lingering embrace. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with desire. "The bed can wait," he murmurs. "Right now, I want to focus on you."
Your heart skips a beat at his words, the sincerity in his voice making your pulse quicken. "Mingyu," you whisper, feeling the heat rise in your body again.
He tilts your chin up to meet his gaze, his thumb brushing gently over your lower lip. "You're beautiful, you know that?" he says softly. "Especially when you're all flustered and breathless like this."
Mingyu's eyes sparkle with mischief as he leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin. "Then why don't we make a little more mess before we clean up?" he suggests, his voice a seductive whisper.
[...]
Your ex's message lights up your cellphone on the table beside the bed: "Where are you?" Mark asks. You can't help but scoff at the audacity. The nerve of him to ask after everything he's done. A surge of defiance washes over you, fueled by the memory of him flaunting Sayla around like some trophy.
Mingyu's rhythm doesn't falter as he thrusts into you from behind, his hand gripping your hair, pulling just enough to make you feel the pain on your scalp, but loving the pleasure that comes with it too. You reach for your phone, you know exactly how to answer Mark's question.
With a quick swipe, you open the camera, positioning it just right. The screen captures the sinful sceneâMingyu's defined body behind you, your flushed shoulder peeking into view, and your hair being pulled by Mingyu.Â
You snap the photo and attach it to the message as a single view photo.Â
Letting the image speak for itself.
"Here's your answer," you mutter under your breath, hitting send.
Mingyu's grip tightens, his pace quickening as he senses the shift in your mood. "What did you just do?" he asks, laughing.
You turn your head slightly to meet his gaze, a wicked smile playing on your lips. "Just answered a question," you reply, your voice breathless.
Mingyu's eyes darken with approval. "Good girl," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss the back of your neck, his thrusts growing more forceful. "Let's give him something to really be jealous about."
The bed creaks beneath you, the sound mingling with the chorus of moans and gasps that fill the room. As Mingyu's hand slips down to tease your clit, your phone buzzes again, another message from Mark.Â
But you don't bother to check it.Â
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elle, my love. my darling. could I be the biggest pest and request maybe something with our beloved barty jr? like maybe you know of him but donât really know him but someone is bugging you at a party and you ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend and he plays the role just a little too well?
Ilysm darling đ€
for you, sab? anything
Barty Crouch Junior x fem!reader who asks him to pretend to be her boyfriend
CW: harassment - a guy won't leave reader alone at a bar, drinking/bar culture, there is perhaps one sentence that is sort of explicit but the rest is PG and then fades to black
You had tried everything to shake this guy off of you; from polite no thank youâs, to hiding in the loo, to pretending not to notice when he was standing right beside you. You had even attempted the tried-and-true âI have a boyfriendâ, to which he simply replied âI donât see him anywhereâ.Â
You were soon going to resort to a well-timed uppercut, and though you did think the man deserved a good fist to the nose, you werenât quite willing to resort to violence - yet.Â
You were ducking behind raised arms and navigating around bodies in an attempt to rid yourself of your tormentor when salvation came in the form of an unlikely classmate.
âJunior!â You whisper shouted - a name you heard many of his friends refer to him as - as you slid in between him and the bar he was lazily sat at; if you could call what he was doing sitting. He was perched, possibly less than half of each arse cheek actually on the stool, with both of his legs splayed out in a way that would get anyone else punched in the teeth for daring to take up so much room at a bar, but he blended in like he was simply part of the decor.Â
âDo I know you, sugar?â He drawled from the rim of his cup; green eyes scrutinizing you though he seemed no less pleased by your proximity due to his unfamiliarity with you.Â
âI- sorry, we have statistics together?â
Barty simply swallowed his sip and continued staring at you.
âMondays and Wednesdays? 1:30 to 3:00?â You clarified.Â
He blinked slowly at that.
âWith Professor Flitwick.â
âYeah, yeah; third row from the back, prefers taking handwritten notes but insists on hauling your laptop âround with you too which acts as no more than a glorified paperweight. You have a fuzzy jumper that you wear almost everywhere.âÂ
âI- wellâŠyeah?â
âRight, so how does that bring us here?â He continued as if you had been the one making this conversation particularly difficult.Â
âI need you to pretend to be my boyfriend.â You blurted.
âOkay.â Barty agreed readily with a shrug as he placed his now empty cup on the bar. âWhy?â
Stunned somewhat stupid by his willingness, you suddenly remembered that you had someone pursuing you.Â
âThereâs this bloke-â
âWhich bloke?â He cut you off, sliding one of his legs between both of yours before pulling you towards him so you were just about straddling his thigh.Â
In an attempt to hide your blush at Bartyâs blaseness, and what you would later tell yourself was you simply trying to lean into the part of girlfriend, you nuzzled into Bartyâs side to purvey the surrounding crowd.Â
âThat guy there, with the beanie.â You whispered into his ear as you gestured towards the guy; swallowing the surprised yelp that threatened to escape your lips when you felt Bartyâs possessive protective arm tighten around your middle.Â
âWellâŠâ Barty murmured quietly, turning his chin back towards you; his lips hovering just over your collarbone. âThat just wonât do, will it?â
You shook your head quickly, ignoring the racing of your heart, the way that the bass vibrated through your core, or the heat that was beginning to pool inside of you as he propped up his knee so that you were now officially straddling his thigh.
âHas he been bugging you, doll?â He asked lowly then, bringing his hand that wasnât currently wrapped around your waist to push a lock of hair away from your face.Â
âHe wonât leave me alone.â You whispered; finding yourself embarrassingly close to tears for the first time all night, simply because some random guy who showed up to perhaps half of your shared statistics classes (though he somehow still had perfect scores) was offering you his protection.
A sympathetic dent in between Bartyâs eyebrows formed at your words as he pouted at you. âMy poor girl.â He all but purred as he brought his face mere millimeters away from yours before bumping his nose to your own. âHow do you want this to go?â He whispered.
âWhichever way it needs to so that heâll leave me alone.â
Apparently not needing any further directions, Barty slotted your lips together with an intensity that had your head ringing as he pulled you higher up onto his lap; bodyâs so close you were almost certain you could feel his heartbeat in your own chest.Â
His hand that was wrapped around your waist started to slide up the back of your shirt where he rubbed the skin of your lower back, as the other rested just under your jaw, his touch far softer and more delicate than the way in which he kissed you.
You leaned further into him, whimpering at the sensation of your core sliding tantalizingly against his denim pants; the thin satiny material of your panties no match for the electricity of feeling so wholly consumed by Barty Crouch Junior.
Youâd almost forgotten this was all a ruse when Barty abruptly pulled away from you.
âOi! You got a fuckinâ problem?â He shouted at your stalker, garnering the attention of a few bar patrons around you.
You sunk impossibly further into Bartyâs side at the attention, and relished in the gentle strokes he brushed at the skin of your hip in response.Â
âIs there a problem?â One of the bartenders barked then; looking a certain brand of intense you supposed was likely part of the training to be a bartender at a club in a college town.Â
âThis tosserâs been bothering my girl all night.â Barty responded simply, weaseling his other arm around your middle as he returned his attention back to you. âYou okay, sugar?âÂ
You nodded at him and rested your forehead against his as you let out a steadying breath. âThank you.â
Barty snorted at that. ââCourse, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didnât look out for my girl, hm?âÂ
You chuckled breathlessly before smiling softly at him, noticing that he was doing the same as his emerald gaze darted between your eyes.
âWanna get out of here?â He whispered as he dared to inch his hand further up your back.
God, did you ever.
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i think about this a lot. because the thing is, i donât think either of them are truly to blame for the seals they broke. dean was tortured into submission and had no idea that there could be such massive consequences to giving in; sam was manipulated and deceived and honestly thought what he was doing would stop the apocalypse, not set it in stone. neither of them willingly chose to break a seal, and neither of them had any way of knowing what they were really doing. they were key pawns in a game they didnât even realize was being played, not active participants in it. and i donât think you can really blame someone for falling victim to that.
but if you are going to blame sam for his part in it, you also have to blame dean for his. either both of them are responsible for accidentally breaking the most important seals, or neither of them are.
didn't...didn't dean break the first seal? why is everyone on sam's case for being manipulated into killing lilith (which he thought was a good thing bc hey demon dead) but not on dean's case for torturing souls and LIKING it? protect sam winchester oml
#this plays into a lot of thoughts i have about their roles in the show#the way i see it sam is the protagonist from a plot perspective (at least at first)#but the narrative lives in deanâs head. the show is filtered through the lens of how he sees things#and the way the show justâŠforgets about deanâs role in breaking a seal once sam does the same#mirrorâs deanâs tendency to latch onto other peopleâs wrongdoings to escape the guilt he feels about his own#if the story is told through deanâs eyes then of course sam is the only one weâre told to blame in the end#because dean himself is trying desperately to not think about what he did#and projecting those feelings onto sam is the only way he really knows how to do that#but just like dean never really believes it â guilt doesnât go away just because you repress it and he still winds up hating himself#the show also never really believes it and thatâs why the absence of blame placed on dean is so glaring if youâre paying attention#it feels wrong because it is wrong. we know that because the show knows that because dean knows that#but dean canât admit it so the show canât admit it#and that makes it easy to ignore. easy to not pay attention to. easy to just pay attention to sam instead#ofc i donât think they did any of that on purpose#but itâs unintentionally a really interesting framing that exists throughout the entire show#not to mention sam being the plot protagonist also makes sense if the narrative lives in deanâs head#because sam is the most important character in deanâs life#and just like being a protagonist often means you pay for the spotlight by going through the most horrors#samâs role as the most important person to dean often just causes him more pain#so yeah. in my mind sam is the main character of the story but dean is the one telling it#which actually also puts an interesting spin on the ending post-dean death#that samâs life montage is all weird and blurry because itâs not real at all#itâs what dean imagines â maybe hopes â sam will have after heâs gone#the nice happy future for sam that he has to believe in so he can let go#ANYWAY iâll shut up now. this show is eating my brain#spn posting
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[The one where Sanji is jealous of the attention you're getting and he takes advantage of the effect he has on you.]
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The banquet has been going on for a good few hours now. All of the Straw Hats were surprisingly infallible in playing their roles to infiltrate the creme de la creme of pirates: Usopp and Nami, dressed as waiters, could befriend anyone into telling them something interesting. Luffy is taken for much stupider and thus less dangerous than he really is and some looser lips aren't afraid to spill a secret or two around him. Zoro and you are just supposed to be in the in the background, watching and listening. So far so good.
Sanji's mission is to listen in to the gossip that drunk sailors often like to exchange with bartenders but he has found himself in a terrible situation. On one hand, he couldn't blow his cover and start a fight. On the other, he is beyond done with the unsavoury comments about you the men drinking by the bar are exchanging. The only thing that curbs his burning jealousy is the knowledge that he's the only one to know the answers to their questions and speculations about your prowess in several private matters. Despite his fury, he can't really blame them. His own thoughts are escaping his grasp whenever he glances at your seemingly disinterested exterior, made all the more enticing in a long, red dress that belongs more to opera houses than bars frequented by pirates.
He's been scrubbing this one glass for a good five minutes. If he tightens his grip even just a little, the dish is bound to break into a thousand little pieces. Finally, he sets the champagne flute down and makes his way to the chattering men.
"Hate to be the joykiller, gentlemen," he speaks up casually, never giving away even a hint of his anger, "but she is not interested in you."
The three men look him up and down. Either they are ignorant to the concept of hygiene and sunscreen or they really are old enough to be your father. One of them gives him a contemptuous grin, uncovering a row of gold teeth.
"And what do you know, bar boy?" the pirate asks in a hoarse voice.
Sanji leans against the bar counter on his arms. "That rum you're drinking, Cruzan 9?" he nods his head towards the glasses with unfinished drinks. "She's more of a Caroni girl. A couple more zeros on the price tag, longer in the barrel, a rich bouquet of oak, caramel and berries." A charming, almost not arrogant, smile enters his face as he looks at the pirates with a look of superiority in his blue eyes. "Sophisticated palate for a sophisticated woman."
"Is that so?" The pirate leans towards Sanji. He's about to say something else but one of his drinking buddies stops him by putting an arm on his shoulder in a meaningful manner.
"How can you tell?" the other man asks. His voice is bright, filled with genuine curiosity. He hopes to learn something interesting about the mysterious beauty in red.
But Sanji isn't willing to share his secrets. "Comes with experience," he says in an interested voice. Then, to the pirates' dismay, he winks at them and goes back to wiping down his workplace.
"Gentlemen."
A familiar voice makes Sanji immediately look up from the counter he's been cleaning. With grace that only befits someone confident, you politely nod at the three men by the bar and make your way to Sanji. The pirates' eyes linger on you like the perceptive eyes of predators.
His hands move quickly and swiftly as he makes you a drink, knowing exactly what you opt for in similar circumstances - fake "bougie" parties that are insufferable while sober.
"King's Jubilee for my one true queen," he announces while sliding the cocktail glass towards you.
Looking at the drink, you purse your lips having noticed something.
"It's missing the cherry," you point out.
With faux humility, he places a hand over his heart. The heavy rings on his fingers shine slightly in the twilight of the open-air bar. "My most sincere apologies. If I may redeem myself, madam." He bows his head.
"Madam?" you repeat in confusion. "I thought I was a queen?"
Sanji chuckles in a low voice. Your wit and humour are only making you more beautiful in his eyes, always keeping up with his suave words and innuendos.
"I am but a humble servant, Your Highness," he drones the title.
The men sitting by the bar watch the scene with jealousy and fascination. It's beyond them how a bartender could one-up the most notorious of pirates but at the same time, they can't just look away from your flirtatious grin and the clear desire shining in your eyes.
Sanji takes one maraschino cherry out of the jar behind the counter and, holding it by the stem, offers the sweet treat to you. Leaning over the bar, you grab the dessert fruit with your teeth and pluck it from the stem, all the while studying Sanji's dark expression. He's thinking about something obscene, that's for sure.
Taking advantage of the short distance between you, he leans in to whisper something into your ear. The envious voyeurs can't hear his words over the loud music and laughter but they do see your sudden bashfulness. Your eyes momentarily cast down. Whatever that bartending boy has said, it made even a woman of your poise flustered.
Your breath hitches in your throat when Sanji places a soft kiss right below your ear, letting his warm lips brush against your jaw. Then, with weak knees and fuzzy thoughts, you take the drink and go back to your corner to continue meticulous observation of the more interesting guests.
Sanji meets the angered eyes of the proud, envious pirates. He doesn't seem to mind their hurt egos and the doom that it foretells. With a self-assured grin on his face, he asks them:
"Another round, my good gentlemen?"
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Masked Pleasures | OT8 [+ Halloween Surprise!] [SKZ]
Notes : My little apology for discontinuing the Kinktober series for this month. I hope you enjoy !!
Warnings : MDNI (18+ Content), mask kink, double penetration. That's all I can really think of right now.
Pairings : OT8 x Reader (Individually), Jeongin/Chan x Reader, Seungmin/Minho x Reader, Jisung/Felix x Reader, Changbin/Hyunjin x Reader
Chris:
"This is what you choose for us to do? I let you pick the theme for one night and you put a mask over my face?" He chuckles as he enters the bedroom, crossing his arms and tipping his head to one side.
"Baby, it's just for a little role-play fun. We-" You choke, eyes wide where you sit on the soft sheets; lingerie adorning your body that he'd bought for you over the span of his last tour. You'd asked him to put just the Ghostface mask on, which left him in a black t-shirt (that hugged him a little too nicely) and a pair of loose grey sweats. "Good.. lord."
His brow cocks under the black mesh as he moves closer, stalking towards you in a way that makes you shrink back on the bed - and you can't see it, but he smirks at your visible reaction to just his presence. "Close; But it's just Chris - 'n remember it, too. Cause it's all I better hear coming from your mouth for the rest of the night."
Minho:
"Y'know, this really gives me the opportunity to punish you for being a brat." His voice is airy, full of gasping breaths that escape thin lips every time he pushes into your slick walls swallowing him whole.
You're whining, back arched away from where his chest threatens to brush against it above you. The grip he has on your hair is the only reason your face wasn't buried in the pillows. "You can - punish me any time you want, Min," You choke on your words, spit lulling against your lips and threatening to drip to the sheets.
And he huffs, the sound heavier behind the mask. With his free hand, he grips the black fabric and pulls it off, your eyes rolling back to get a glimpse of his tussled hair and dark eyes. "I know," he smiles, leaning down closer to your ear. "But it's more fun this way."
Changbin:
"Get back here."
Scenario in full swing, your boyfriend stalked towards the bed he'd just dropped you on after previously throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you towards the bedroom. You'd turned onto your stomach, crawling away from where he stood in the doorway before he began to make his way forward as well. Your weak escape attempt made him smile under the mask, a gloved hand slapping down around your ankle and gripping tight.
Your gasp makes him giggle as he pulls you back, dragging your form so easily across the sheets until they bunched under your body as he turned you back to face him. You can hear him still giggling, broad form moving down to pin you to the bed. The mask bumps your face briefly before he pulls back to remove it, smile bright and a bit embarrassed.
"Sorry." He peeps, a bashful tone washing over the previously sultry moment. "Just wanted to kiss you."
Hyunjin:
The mask already discarded after he'd found it too hard to breath behind the heavy fabric, Hyunjin's wavy hair was a mess around his face and neck currently dripping with sweat.
Dark eyes bore down into your own, bottom lip trapped between his teeth and swollen with blood. Long fingers curled tight to the backs of your knees, keeping them pinned against your chest as he rut his hips so hard into your own that you were sure you were bruised between the thighs.
"Fuck -- yes," You cried, barely able to keep your eyes on him above you. Fuck the mask - just the sight of him in the long draping fabric of the costume was enough to prove your point; He looked good in anything. Even if it was just something from Spirit Halloween.
Jisung:
"Baby?" You cooed from your spot in the kitchen, standing over the sink and turning off the water as you finished up with the dishes. When you get no reply in return, you blink to yourself and slowly turn to look into the empty kitchen behind you. "... Baby?"
Taking a few steps further from the counter, you turn your head to peer down the long hallway that leads to the bedroom and bathrooms; Jisung stands at the end, dressed head to toe in the costume you'd asked him so nicely to fuck you in only weeks ago. Your breathing hitches at the sight. You'd talked about it - jokingly to hide how badly you wanted it - that maybe he could play out a scenario like something from the movie. Without the gruesome ending, of course.
"... Very funny, Ji." You smile, turning to grab your phone from the counter and walk to the living room; But as you pass the hallway once more, he's disappeared.
Your blood runs cold, goosebumps chasing the hairs of your arms. "... Ji?" You call, eyes widened with alarm. You glance over the hallway one last time, slowly turning away and deciding to just head for the living room like planned. And as you turn, you're met with the warmth of his body directly against yours, bumping into him from where he stood behind you. You jostle, stiff, and his hand flies to balance you by gripping at your throat.
You stare up into the dark eyeholes of the mask, unable to see a trace of his face beneath the mesh.
"You are... too good at this, Ji."
Felix:
"Look at me."
"I -- can't."
Felix grunts in mock frustration from behind, ringed fingers curling into your hair. He wastes no time in pulling you to him; watching your back arch from the way he forces you to look back at him. He finds that pulling on your hair isn't enough - so he snakes his free hand around, the glove he wears caressing the skin of your throat and jaw as he grips you there instead to keep you steady while he fucks you from behind.
"Yes, you can. And you will."
Your eyes drag over the mask, hands fumbling in the sheets to push yourself up so you don't have to crane your neck at such an angle. You reach - messy and uncalculated - for your boyfriend, grabbing the mask and pulling until it rips off of his head and his beautiful brown eyes are dragging over your face. Wasn't it what you wanted? The mask, the outfit?
He cocks a brow, a smirk crossing defined lips at the realization that you preferred seeing his face over the 'man of your dreams' you'd been gushing about all October.
Seungmin:
Sometimes you forget just how tall your boyfriend is - until he's walking so calmly behind you in your apartment as you fumble to get away from him. He'd grabbed at you, pinned you to the wall, held you by the throat, but let you get away because he won't admit it aloud but he enjoys the thrill of the chase just as much as you do.
The heavy thud of his boots against the wood flooring stops as he watches you trip over your own feet and go down in the hallway, about to ask if you're okay before biting his tongue to stay quiet. He watches you whimper and whine on the floor, making no frantic move to get up.
Seungmin moves slowly to stand beside your body, pressing the bottom of his boot down into your upper back and forcing your hips up as he crouches. He grins behind the mask, flipping up the material of your skirt to hook a finger in the lace of your panties.
He listens to you gasp, feels the way you shudder beneath the weight he pins you down to the floor with. And he basks in the way you yelp when he lets your panties snap back against your slit, slick leaking from your cunt so heavily he's sure he's never seen you that wet in his life.
Maybe you'd do this more often - and not just 'once a year for Halloween.'
Jeongin:
"Open up."
He doesn't wait for you to obey, forcing two fingers into your mouth and pushing down on your tongue until spit threatens to leak from parted lips. He watches as you gag, swaying a bit where you kneel in front of him - where he holds you still with his free hand wrapped around your throat.
Slowly, he sinks down to crouch in front of you, and the way his thighs tighten under the denim of his black jeans makes you want to jump his bones. That and the mask he currently wears paired with the black sweater and - well, previously mentioned bottoms.
"Gonna be a good girl and sit still?"
Your body writhes just at the words, squirming under his hand. He retracts his fingers, dripping with your spit as an annoyed huff escapes from behind the mask. He shoves - pushes you down to the floor until you're on display for him. And he knows you won't get up. You'd stopped fighting back after he'd first had a grip on your neck.
Standing back to his full height - he looks far taller than he really is from this angle, and you bite into your lip to try and hide the excited grin crawling over your face. It disappears almost immediately as pressure is applied to your dripping slit, the bottom of his boot pressing down against your mound. Your hips jut up, silently begging for more until he pushes more of his weight down to keep you pinned where you lay.
"Beg for it."
JeongChan [Jeongin + Chan]:
"Is this what you wanted? You corrupted our youngest, Y/N-ah.~"
Chris grins from behind you where he kneels on the mattress, one hand gripping at your wrists to keep them pinned together behind your back while the other fit two fingers right in your mouth. He seemed to hold you open for Jeongin, the youngest of their group's cock bruising your pallet as he fucked into your throat relentlessly. If it were up to him he'd be biting and kissing at your neck - but his mask was in the way and he couldn't really let go of you to take it off. You'd been a brat all night. (Not that they couldn't handle that.)
Jeongin just grins down at you when you peek up at him at Chris' claim. His hand tangles in his costume, dragging it up to expose the lower half of his toned abdomen. As if he wasn't Godly enough already. He relishes in the wet sounds coming from your throat, his head slowly lulling back until his neck bared open to you, littered with bite marks from you previously nipping at him.
You wanted to bite back - to tell Chris that this wasn't your doing. You didn't make Jeongin this wildly horny or aggressive with the way he fucked you. It wasn't your fault he was so needy right now.
Well, little do you know.
Changbin [Changbin + Hyunjin]:
"Oh my God, puppy.."
Hyunjin whines out behind his mask, cock sinking deeper into your walls as he hisses behind clenched teeth. He grips tight to your hips, dragging your body gently back so he could use your all-fours position to his advantage. Dark eyes, lidded and warm, wander over to his roommate currently sitting on the edge of the bed.
Changbin's in shambles. He should be grabbing at you, fucking your mouth until you were begging for mercy - but he's melting under your kisses and gentle sucking on his skin that left marks over his tummy and hips. He leaned back on his hands, eyes dripping with admiration as tears clung to his lashes. He'd never felt so appreciated - which was odd because right now they were both dressed up as your favorite slashers just for you.
"Who knew - dressing up like this would make her want us so bad."
"I did." Changbin's eyes redirect to Hyunjin, unable to see his expression but able to hear the smile in his voice. Leaning over your shaky form, Hyunjin's hand finds Changbin's side just as your mouth took his pretty, chubby cock whole. The older of the two choked, eyes rolling back and body nearly slumping against the mattress.
"You deserve the appreciation, Hyung." Hyunjin chuckled, hand moving from Changbin's side and down to the back of your head. He pushed with one hard movement, listening to you choke as he sunk deeper into yours walls, forcing you closer between his Hyung's thighs. "There we go.~"
Sunshine Twins [Jisung + Felix]:
"Oh my God," Jisung huffed from beneath you, his hands fit tight to your hips where you sat in his lap. Costume hiked up around his chest, your hands wandered over every inch of bare skin you could find while simultaneously bouncing on his cock. He kissed at your cervix, promised bruising in the morning and no walking tomorrow - You'd have to call in to work after this shit. Too bad, so sad.
"You're not having too much fun without me, are you?"
A gentle voice lulls from behind you, kneeling over Jisung's thighs and pressing in closer. You can feel him prodding at your entrance, free hand resting over your side to get you to stop for just a moment. You pause your movements and Jisung groans behind his mask, hands gripping tighter at your skin.
Felix hums, the sound low in his chest as he gently nudged you forward. Leaning down closer to Jisung beneath you, Felix moves in and carefully lets his cock slip into you with ease - what with how wet you are, pussy gushing from one orgasm already and how wet Jisung had you.
"Good girl." He smiles, biting into his lip and leaning in close so his chest was flush to your back. It was their turns to move now, taking over with finding a rhythm that worked for the both of them and had you seeing stars almost immediately.
"Jesus," Jisung huffs, thighs tense and body tight. "Fuck..."
Felix simply smiled, mask discarded and hair a mess as he let his lips brush over the warmth of your shoulder. "So good taking both of us at once. It's only right, I suppose. Paying us back for doing this for you."
You sigh out in bliss, vision white with another approaching orgasm. "Anytime."
2Min [Minho + Seungmin]:
Minho sighs, the sound slow and steady as he stares down at you from where he sits. He could be mean, could be rough; rut his hips up into your mouth until you were choking and gagging, spitting around his cock. But he was patient, pliant, letting you do what you wanted because they did this for you, after all.
Not to say it didn't feel good. It was fine, your mouth felt nice all warm and wet for him. He just preferred having control.
"Hm."
The hum that escapes doesn't come from him.
Seungmin sits nearby - in the cuck chair, you'd labeled it - not-so-patiently watching as you sucked off his favorite Hyung. He sat, legs spread, leaning back and leaning his cheek against his fist. Minho lifts his head to look over at the younger, lips parted and face flushed from the current events. But he pauses and his pleasure halts when Seungmin moves to stand, the sound of the chair creaking making you look over as well.
Popping from your mouth with a wet plop, Minho's cock drips with your spit and Seungmin hums one more time at the sight of the flushed head. He wastes no time in moving to you, grabbing you by the hair and fisting it tight to pull you up. You gasp out with a whine, fumbling to stand before moving to bend over the bed when he pushes you to do so.
Minho perks up where he sits, watching Seungmin tug his mask off and throw it over into the chair where he'd previously been sitting and just watching. Which he most certainly would never be doing again, he decided.
Standing from where he sat, Minho moved to join Seungmin in tugging your jeans and panties off until you were exposed to them, shivering and whimpering as Seungmin's hand pressed down on your lower back to keep you still.
They stood for a moment just to admire, Minho's hand running over your hip and down your thigh. The silence is broken by a quick, hard slap to your pussy that comes from the younger of the two - something that makes you jolt and even Minho startle.
"Think you're just going to make me watch?" He bites, words punctuated by another slap to your dripping folds. As he pulls his hand back, slick clings to his fingers and as he spreads them to knead at the plush of your ass, it smears over your skin. "Not gonna happen, baby."
Minho shifts. Pulling himself from his stupor, standing there like he was stupid, he bit into his lip under his mask and grinned down at the sight.
"This is more like it."
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blank space | p.js
âi get drunk on jealousyâ
đżnow playing: blank space by taylor swift
⯠summary: Your boyfriend, Jisung, is just so damnâŠoblivious, and itâs going to get him in trouble one day. Especially if he keeps letting that make up artist flirt with him right in front of you.
⯠pairings: jisung x fem!reader
⯠genre: established relationship, smut, angst, idol!au
⯠words: 4.1k
⯠tags: 18+ minors dni!, swearing, arguing, a lot of jealousy, possessive!reader, switch!jisung, praise kink, oral sex (both), unprotected sex (don't do this!), fingering, creampie, reader uses she/her pronouns, pet names, marking, angsty, literally just reader getting jealous and then getting pissed at jisung for not realising it (lowkey real but I may be projecting).
âNo seriously, Jisung, you have the prettiest eyes for eyeliner. It gives you crazy sex appeal,â the makeup artist says with a bite of her lip, smudging the black colour out beneath Jisungâs eye.Â
Your boyfriend blushes and nods, cheeks flushing pink as he mutters out a rushed, âThank you.âÂ
Your left eye starts to twitch â thereâs no way you could keep your sanity hearing another woman say your boyfriend has any kind of sex appeal. You consider the consequences of potentially trying to gauge her eyes out if she carries on. Not worth the jail time.Â
Instead, you watch her, tight-lipped and sharp gaze as she lets her fingertips graze Jisungâs cheeks a little too delicately, her touch lingering for way longer than it should. Compliments flowing out of her mouth like water as she studies parts of his face that only you should know about.Â
And thatâs not even the worst part â oh no â the part thatâs driving you absolutely insane is the fact that Jisung is completely oblivious to it all. Honestly, the more toxic part of your brain wants to call it him being complicit but deep down you know heâs simply just clueless. In fact, you had to be the one to make the first move at the beginning of your relationship because the poor boy could not pick up on any of your flirting signals.Â
At first, you thought it was cute; maybe it still is when heâs obvious to you â but to other girls â absolutely not. On one hand, Jisung was everything you could ever want in a boyfriendâbubbly, friendly, and kind, like a lost puppy who always found his way back to you. But his obliviousness to the world around him drives you up the wall.
Especially when it comes to that makeup artist who laughs a little too loudly at his jokes. Heâs not even that funny, you think with a scoff.Â
Jisung does, however, notice the sound escaping your lips and his eyes snap to the mirror in front of him to study you. Youâre lazily scrolling through your phone, body turned away from him with a bored expression.
His eyebrows furrow, youâre pissed, but why?Â
He took the trash out last night when he got home from practice, he didnât eat your leftovers despite really wanting to, he told you he loved you this morning, and he even let you have the aux on the drive to set.Â
âEverything okay Y/N?âÂ
You look up from your phone to meet his eyes through the mirror, âIt will be if sheââ
âJisung, tilt your head back for me a little,â the makeup artist interrupts, voice high pitched and so fucking annoying. âI canât see your gorgeous eyes like this.â
Is this bitch for real?Â
You can't take it anymore. It's like he doesnât even noticeâor maybe he just doesnât care. If the roles were reversed, youâd have called the guy out by now. But Jisung and his total utter obliviousness strikes again.
Deciding youâve had enough, with a tight smile and quick glance at Jisung, you get up to leave. But before you can take two steps, he calls after you, voice laced with that confused, puppy-dog innocence that only makes you more frustrated.
"Wait, where are you going?"
You shrug, âSomewhere where Iâm not interrupting.â
Thereâs a flicker of confusion in his eyes, then a hint of realization, as he studies your soured expression, pointed in a certain womanâs direction. He turns to the makeup artist, whoâs still holding her brush up midair, looking at him expectantly.
âNoona,â he says with an apologetic smile, âdo you think we could take a break for like fifteen minutes?â
The way he says itâ"Noona"âsends a fresh wave of annoyance through you. Itâs petty really on your part but you canât help but wonder how close the two of them actually are. You thought she was just a random makeup artist.Â
âSungie, our time is already shortââ
Jisung gives her a soft look. âPlease.â
She frowns but ultimately nods, packing up her kit with a pout that makes you want to roll your eyes.
As soon as the door clicks shut behind her, Jisung turns in his chair to face you fully, hand reaching out to hold yours. "Whatâs going on? Are you okay?"
You shake off his hand, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow. âNoona?â
His eyes widen as he stumbles over his words. âItâs⊠just polite,â he says, looking genuinely puzzled. âSheâs older, so I thoughtââ
âYouâre kidding, right?â You let out a huff. âShe was practically flirting with you!â
Jisung blinks, still looking as lost as ever.
âFlirting?â he says, furrowing his brows. âNo, she was just doing her job. She has to say nice thingsâthey do it to all the other boys.â
âAll the other boys are single,â you let out an incredulous laugh, crossing your arms tighter. âAnd that went beyond saying nice things, Jisung, she was calling you sexy and practically petting your face!â
He scratches the back of his neck, cheeks pink. âIt⊠mightâve sounded like that, but Iâm sure she didnât mean anything by it.â His eyes flicker down. âSheâs just⊠really friendly, maybe?â
âFriendly? So it would be friendly if another guy started calling me sexy right in front of you?â
âWell, no, butââ
You donât even let him finish before youâre snapping again, âNot to mention that she was practically drooling over you, and she called you, Sungie!â
He lets out a soft sigh, trying to keep up with your frustration but clearly not understanding. âThe guys call me that too,â he says, still wearing that innocent expression. âItâs not a big dealâŠis it?â
Is he serious?
You shake your head and tongue the inside of your cheek in disbelief. You give him a final glance up and down and try to head for this door again â but this time heâs out of the chair and grabbing your wrist, his grip firm but gentle.
âLet go of me, Sung.â
âNo, baby, youâre mad at me, and I donât want that,â he looks at you, alarmed now, eyes wide. âI swear, I donât see her that way. I didnât even notice she was flirting with me.â
âThatâs exactly my point, Jisung!â You let out an exasperated sigh. âYou didnât notice. You never do.â
Jisung sighs, and you can tell heâs holding back a laugh, his lips twitching.
âOkay, I get it, youâre frustrated with me.â He pulls you in a little closer, tilting his head with that slight smirk, his voice dropping as he says, âBut just so weâre clear⊠I only notice when you flirt with me.â
Heâs trying to lighten the mood, clearly, that stupid grin of his doing nothing to ease your annoyance though. You pull your wrist from his grasp, fixing him with a deadpan look, but he doesnât stop, leaning in closer with a mischievous glint in his eye.
âBaby, sheâs not the one I think about when Iâm sitting in that chair,â his hand finds its way to your waist, pulling you just close enough that youâre practically breathing the same air, his voice low and teasing. âI only think about you. I love thinking about only you.â
He brings his hand up to your cheek, his thumb grazing your skin as he tilts your face up to his. âOnly person I want is you. And Iâm sorry for not realising. I never want to upset you.â
Your cheeks flush, but youâre still not ready to let him off the hook that easily.
âMaybe you wouldnât upset me if you werenât so clueless,â you say, voice half a grumble. âYouâre mine, Jisung, and I donât like other girls thinking they can talk to you like that.â
He nods, his grin widening as his lips ghost over yours. âGot it. So Iâll just have to show you Iâm yours then, huh?â
You hold onto a sliver of your stubbornness, giving him a final huff. âIf you donât, maybe Iâll let some âfriendlyâ guy flirt with me next time.â
His playful look falters, just for a second, and he leans in, his tone dropping. âNot happening,â he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours as he pulls you flush against him. âYouâre mine, too.â
His words spark something inside youâa flicker of pure competitiveness. You lean into his kiss, rough and messy, pouring your frustration into it as your fingers grip his jaw, moaning into him. Jisung whimpers in response, his broad hands moving instinctively to hold your waistâbut youâre quicker, pinning his wrists above his head as you press him against the wall, bodies flush.
You watch as his biceps twitch at the movement. You know Jisung â know his body so damn well â that right now he wants nothing more than to touch you, to grope and grasp your body like he owns it. But youâre still mad at him. He knows that. And although he can easily overpower you and have you under his mercy, Jisung lets you deny him what he wants most. Truthfully, he secretly loves it when you make him feel like this â powerless and desperate.Â
You pull away from him, lips swollen and puffy as they start to pepper kisses down the column of his neck. Images of that makeup artist flicker in your mind as you suck hard against his pale flesh. You know you shouldnât be doing this â he has a music video to shoot â but something tells you to mark him, claim him as yours for her to see. And judging by the way Jisung moans as your teeth nip at the sensitive skin, you know heâs enjoying it too.Â
Itâs not something you usually do, but right now, he doesnât mind at all. Heâs yours.Â
Jisungâs chest heaves, his skin bearing the reddened claim of your lips thatâs starting to deepen. Thereâs a rush of satisfactionâpride, maybe lustâin your eyes as you study the mark on his neck, and you see the same desire mirrored in his gaze. His lips are glossy with your spit, parted and breathless; and despite you easing your grip on his arms, he keeps them obediently above his head â like such a good boy.
He looks so wrecked and needy, and you havenât even touched his cock yet.
âYouâre usually such a good boy, Sungie,â you sigh, running your fingers through his hair. He leans into your touch, looking down at you with eyes that are so full and desperate.
âAlways want to be good for you, Y/N. Iâm so sorry.â
You giggle, fingers tracing his cheek. âYeah? Youâre going to be obedient for me, and only me, right?â
He nods eagerly.
âProve it.â
He doesnât hesitate for a second. With a firm grip, he cups your thighs beneath his arms and tosses you against the leather sofa in his dressing roomâthe same one where youâd watched that makeup artist flirt with him. If only she were here now to see and hear everything sheâd never get to experience.
You reach for his belt buckle, being just mindful enough to undress him carefully since heâs still in his shoot clothesâbut only just. His shoes and clothes drop to the floor and heâs a lot less gentle when it comes to undressing you, tearing away every barrier thatâs preventing him from making this up to you.
When youâre finally naked, Jisung sinks between your thighs, sinking a single digit into your needy wet cunt.
You mewl at the stretch of his fingers, enjoying the delicious burn shooting through you as he adds a second one. Jisung loved this part, prepping you and watching you get dizzy from just the length of his fingers. He loved seeing you squirm in pleasure â and truthfully â heâs starting to think he enjoys seeing you squirm with jealousy too. Even if that hadnât been his original intention.Â
He scissors his fingers meticulously, knowing every place he needs to touch to have you panting and moaning. When he feels you tighten around him, he does the only logical thing in his mind and leans in and starts to lap at your clit. You tremble, stomach contracting as you thread your fingers through his hair. Just feeling you writhe beneath him makes him smirk against you â heâs sick â increasing the pace of his fingers.
âFuckâSungieâ you pant, still twisting underneath him.
The pointed tip of his tongue works against your clit without stopping, warm breath coasting over you as his fingers curl specifically inside your until he finds the most sensitive spot that makes your knees quiver.Â
âYou gotta cum first,â he murmurs, the ripple of his deep voice vibrating against you. âI gotta make it up to you.â
You hum, a low, contented sound, tightening your grip on his hair and sinking further into the sofa as he licks at your pussy, relentless and thorough. His fingers glide effortlessly against your inner walls, pressing in just right without resistance. He works you into a frenzy until soft, needy whimpers spill from your lips. A flicker of worry crosses your mind that someone outside might hearâbut then again, maybe that wouldnât be so bad.
âGotta make it up to my girl,â he murmurs, voice low and coaxing, âCum for me, baby. Please, cum for me.â
And you doâso fucking hard. Your body tenses, pleasure tearing through you as his fingers stay persistent, thrusting even as he feels you clench around them. His mouth never leaves your swollen clit, tongue working you over until youâre unravelling completely beneath him. Your loud cries fill the space and send a clear message: heâs yours.Â
Jisung doesnât stop, his movements steady and focused, drawing every last ounce of pleasure from you as he watches, eyes dark with pride.
When he feels you coming down, Jisung pulls his fingers from you slowly, sliding them into his mouth, his eyes locked on yours as he tastes you. Your heart races at the sight and your eyes flash with renewed lust, the haze of desire clouding any other thought except one: you have to show him youâre his too.
Without a word, you push him back, guiding him to sit as you settle on his lap, trailing kisses along his jaw and down his neck. Youâre driven by that one thought: to make sure he feels just as claimed, just as wanted. He shivers beneath you, hands gliding to your hips, gripping as he tilts his head back.
"Baby, you donât have toâthis was supposed to be about you,â he mutters, voice thick and shaky.
You hush him with a smirk, fingers wrapping around him as you give a soft, teasing lick to his tip. His breath catches, eyes growing darker as he watches you, transfixed. His cock twitches in your hand, and without another word, you take him between your swollen lipsâlips heâd claimed, lips he ached for.
Slowly, you let him fill your mouth, cheeks hollowing as you draw him deeper, savouring every reaction. His hand drifts to the back of your head, resting there, a gentle weight that spurs you on. As you start a steady rhythm, moaning softly, you feel his knees tremble, just like yours had. He sucks in a sharp breath, fingers twitching against the back of your head as he tries to keep himself steady, but his hips jerk up involuntarily at the heat of your mouth.Â
âGod, baby⊠feels so good,â he rasps, eyes half-lidded as he watches you. His pulse quickens with every slow pull of your lips, every hum you let slip that reverberates right through him.
You take him deeper, teasing the underside of his length with your tongue, relishing how his breathing gets rough and ragged. His fingers tighten just a bit, grounding himself against the overwhelming pleasure, though heâs still letting you set the pace, just like the good boy he wants to be for you.
One of your hands slips down to tease his balls, and you pull back just enough to catch a glimpse of him. His eyes are shut now, mouth open in bliss, and you smirk before taking him back between your lips. With each movement, you let your saliva coat his length, stroking him in sync with the rhythm youâd started.
âFuck, baby,â he gasps, his hand still resting on your head, gentle but anchoring. âIf you keep going like thatââ
At the needy sound escaping him, you pull back, and he lets out a frustrated whine, his hips bucking instinctively to chase the pleasure youâve just taken away.
âBabyâŠâ he murmurs, almost breathless.
âIf you really want to make it up to me, SungieâŠâ You lean down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, his rock-hard cock trapped between your bodies. âThen I need you to fuck me,â you repeat, punctuating your words with a teasing bite at his collarbone.
His eyes darken, any trace of that desperate look disappearing as he slides his hands to your hips, gripping you hard enough to bruise, and strong enough to flip you over. He pulls your back flush against him, and you shiver at the low growl rumbling from his chest. His fingers dig into your hips, anchoring you in place as he teases, before he finally thrusts inâdeep.Â
Jisung stays buried deep inside you, making your eyes roll back in pleasure. You feel every inch of him, throbbing against your already sensitive walls, his balls pressing against your clit. And then he finally movesâfuck, it's good. Rough, and primal, and everything you both crave.
With each thrust, he hits deeper, his pace building as his frustrations melt into something raw and consuming. You arch your back, pushing into him, feeling his grip tighten. His breaths are hot against your shoulder as he leans down, voice a low whisper in your ear, âYours.â
And you canât help the smirk that creeps onto your lips as you gasp out, âMine.â
âIs that what you wanted?â he murmurs, trailing his hand up your spine, feeling you shudder beneath his touch. âWanted me to prove that youâre the only girl I think about? Show you that youâre the only one who gets to cum on my cock?â
You nod weakly, barely able to manage a breathy, âYes.â
Your mind feels hazy, consumed by the way he fills you, the perfect burn and stretch as your body accommodates all of him. And trust, thereâs a lot of him.
âAm I doing a good job at it?â he grinds out, pulling you upright so your back presses flush against his chest.
He grips your neck, claiming your lips in a kiss that travels along your shoulders and settles at your throat. He sucks a dark mark into your skin while his hands find your breasts, massaging them as he keeps his rough pace.
âSo good,â you manage to say, clenching around him. âAlways so good for me, JiâŠâ
He chuckles, pinching your nipple, causing a tiny yelp to escape your lips. âYou never have to be jealous, baby,â he coos, âI only ever want to be good for you.â
You nod in agreement, revelling in the way his hands and cock explore every inch of your body. He knows you so well, and itâs clear from the way youâre pantingâheâs always eager to please.
âShow me Iâve been a good boy and cum on my cock, baby,â he demands, but your mind is too foggy to process his words. Everything feels heated and overwhelming; his voice fades into a background hum as he pounds into you relentlessly. Youâre too far gone to think about anything but him inside you.Â
âWanna feel you cum, Sungie,â is all you can manage to gasp out.
A low laugh echoes in your ear. âI will,â he promises, sliding one hand down to your belly. âGonna cum right here and fill you up. But you have to cum first, okay? You always have to cum first.â
You whine and nod, squirming against him for a moment before he pushes you back down onto all fours.
âGood,â he purrs, snapping his hips against you. âI want to feel you cum.â
Heâs fucking into you hard enough that the sound of your skin colliding echoes throughout the roomâand probably outside too. You cling to the couch, overwhelmed by just how deep he is, tears brimming in your eyes from the intensity, but your body quickly adjusts, demanding more.
A thin layer of sweat glistens on Jisungâs forehead, mirroring the sheen that coats your body, but still, you crave more. You rock back into him, aided by his strong hands, feeling another orgasm building inside you. Jisung doesnât let up when your movements falter, skillfully manipulating your body even as you start to shudder and whimper, even as your cunt pulses around him. He fucks you through the climax, grunting loudly, slowing just enough to savour the tightness of your walls around his cock.
Youâre a puddle beneath himâand he knows it. Not wanting to overwhelm you any further, his thrusts slow down, becoming gentle and deliberate. You realize what heâs about to do; heâs going to pull out and neglect his own orgasm because he cares too much about you. And thatâs when his cluelessness starts to kick in because you don't want that. You wantâno, needâhim to feel just as good as you do. You want him to use you because, just as he is yours, youâre his.
You wrap an arm around to grip his back, pulling his body against yours again. Glancing over your shoulder, you see his brows furrow and his mouth open to protest, but you silence him by pressing a finger to his jaw and capturing his lips in a heated kiss. Jisung catches on pretty quickly and his thrusts start againâwicked and rough.Â
Itâs clear heâs chasing his own climax this time, and youâre just helplessly being dragged along for the rideâbut you donât mind. Your body responds to him instinctively, craving him as pleasure spirals into more pleasure. You gasp for breath, another orgasm stirring within you as his cock swells inside you.Â
With a throaty moan that nearly erupts into a roar, Jisung cums, burying himself deep as he spills into you. You shudder quietly, your eyes rolling back and mouth parting in bliss. His weight pins you down, and you sigh happily as he curls his body around you, allowing his cock to keep you full of his cum. Itâs territorial and possessive.Â
And just as youâre about to get lost in the afterglow with him, thereâs a pounding at the door that snaps you both back to reality. You know exactly who it is. Her impatient knocks echo through the small room.
"Jisung! The shoot is about to start! Itâs been way more than fifteen minutes!"
Panic jolts through you both. Jisung doesnât waste a second before he scrambles off you. You quickly reach for your clothes, throwing them on in a rush, not even caring that his cum is dripping out of you. The post-orgasm haze starts to fade, and reality is crashing inâhard.
âJust a second!â Jisung calls, trying to smooth down his hair and fix his shirt. You can see the slight flush on his cheeks as he fumbles, still slightly dazed.Â
The door swings open, and the makeup artist strides in, irritation radiating from her. She surveys the scene, her eyes narrowing. âWhat happened to you? Your makeup is a mess! Did youâdid she make you cry?â Her gaze lands on you, accusatory. âI can have her removed from set if youââ
Jisung starts to speak up, ready to defend you, but the makeup artistâs eyes dart to the purple bruise blooming on his neckâthe very mark you left. You can almost see the realization wash over her as the pieces fall into place.
Her expression shifts from annoyance to a mix of embarrassment and realization. âOh,â she stammers, the colour draining from her face. âThatâs notââÂ
You canât help the smirk that breaks across your face, a sense of triumph washing over you. Jisung doesnât say anything and settles on rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
âWellâŠit looks to me like you have a lot of work to do,â you tease, knowingly.Â
The makeup artist huffs, visibly flustered. You stroll past her with a giggle, and just before you close the door behind you, you throw out a sarcastic, âSorry about that.â
Pride bubbles inside you as you walk away. Heâs yours, and that mark on his neck proves it.
#nct smut#jisung smut#nct dream smut#park jisung smut#nct x reader#nct dream x reader#jisung x reader#kpop smut#nct hard hours#nct scenarios#park jisung x reader#nct oneshot
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ok i rambled a lot in the tags and thereâs a STUPID TAG LIMIT so my thoughts are CONDENSED and LAMEand not smart. but i could be. i could be if i wanted to. also the second half of this is literally me just talking about krepicolor im So sorry i got so off topic and distracted. the first half is good tho and makes sense i think
Why am I chill with most color ships but eh or đĄ and đ or đ«€ on most killer ships
#i think itâs probably due to how most killer ships have him under nightmare#whne was the last time you saw kist or butcherknife or kross or mtt poly outside of nightmareâs reign?#where theyâre free from their abuser? And happy? and able to heal?#a lot of the time killer and the others stay stagnant. they can mentally improve over time but theyâre always still stuck in that god damn#castle with nightmare controlling every aspect of their lives. even if the relationship itself is healthy#the enviornment isnât#i only really like killer ships if they get to escape#i can enjoy killer ships where itâs acknowledged that the environment is unhealthy. that a lot of how the relationship works is to cope and#feel a brief moment of control in a way. at least for killer because ainât nobody else having control over his ass without them dying#he has enough with nightmare thank you#i like exploring how killer functions under nightmare versus not. how relationships would work in that situation#the issue is that this is never acknowledged. nightmareâs abuse is toned down to focus on the ship#or god forbid the ship itself is purely abusive with no redeeming qualities (some versions of kist)#itâs just not a healthy situation for killer. he does not deserve that#you have seen how he can grow and improve and change and be happy with color. in a place where heâs free from his literal trafficker#color never had someone like nightmare abuse and condition and kidnap him. ships involving him donât seem oppressive or like theyâre trying#to brush off what he endures or try to glorify it#a lot of killer ships do#krepicolor save me. i think theyâre literally the ideal ship. like literally perfect in every way#epic and color team up to save their love interests from nm and kiss along the way and cross and killer BEEN kissing. then they are allhappy#come on. itâs krossâ silly dynamic (cross is easily reactive and killer loves to figure out curiosities about him and learn buttons to push)#itâs colorkiller. itâs crepic. Need i say more on those two.#itâs epiciller. they are both funny. they both hide shit like itâs their lifeâs goal. they both put on masks to hide everything about#themselves to fit what they think they should be in the situation. they lose parts of themselves in the facade until they canât tell who#they really are as easily. epic has played the nonchalant dork for so long that he doesnât know how to be anything else. itâs not him itâs#to cover up the layers of guilt and trauma.#killer morphs himself to be whatever he thinks his abusers want him to be. he plays the role of their fool for as long as they wish. and he#forgets who he actually is under all that. what *he* wants. who he is. true self expression is something heâs been banned from for so long.#he struggles with the fact he isnât nightmareâs slave or charaâs vessel anymore. heâs almost forgotten how to be anything else.#i think theyâre neat. also i ran out of tags but trust me i have thoughts about epicolor too. krepicolor is forever peak
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sand walking?
pairing(s): dune 2 cast x actor!reader (platonic!!)
synopsis: requested by this ask!
‷ alt: how to seduce someone walking on sand.
notes: there hasn't been confirmed for dune 3 yet but denise villeneuve has said he's writing for it to happen. ill patiently wait for the day it's confirmed :) ALSO there are fictional/made-up mentions of the novel for the sake of the reader. they're made to be gender-neutral!! and this includes platonic flirting between cast members. i MAY have gotten carried lmaoo
âI mean- what do you think of the character? Do you think they deserved more screen time?â The clip starts off with you comfortably conversing with the interviewer. To say you werenât deflecting their curiosity. In actuality, you were eager to learn what others thought about your performance and take on the character. The only other interpretation had on-screen was from the classic 1984 film by David Lynch.
The clip that has been widely retweeted back is of a cute moment you had from the first film of Dune (2021). Before release, little was known about your characterâs potential. Apart from the enthusiastic book lovers, film viewers were clueless about what role your character would play after the first movie.
Denise Villeneuve didnât reveal much to you in person. He wanted to keep ideas confidential until he was 100% on board making the project come to life. Still, rumors sparked through speculation and interviews with the cast members of Dune. Including an infamous short, that you forgot about, of yourself boasting about your hopes and wishes for your character.
âYes! How could we not!â On the opposite side, the interviewer exclaimed as they leaned forward from their chair, closing into your proximity. Their hands clenched, tightening their grip on the flash card, full of questions. âThe movie left us on such a cliffhanger. I think everyone would want to know what happened to Nerre,â
âThatâs for Denise to decide,â Nodding you gave a relaxed smile while lifting one leg over the other. Your shoulders relaxed, feeling content and ecstatic about their response. âI canât confirm anything until he gives me the green light to say anything,â
âIâve also talked to TimothĂ©e this morning,â A shift in gears as the journalist flipped over another flashcard. You two had just fussed about the finale and its dramatic cliffhanger. âAnd all he had to say were the sweetest things about you,â At the mention of your costar compliments, you felt your skin heat up. Your eyes soften, expressing only fondness for the lovely message. A soft awh escaped your breath. âHeâs very sweet. Timothee's always been fun to be around.â A fervent chuckle from the interviewer sends them into a feverish excitement. âAnd- he said- you had great flirting skills!â It was then your face morphed into complete shock and giddiness . âReally?!â The camera pans up on your initial reaction, eyes popping out in surprise and a bubbling laugh slowly erupting. âIâm glad someone appreciates my talents!â
Without context, the short clip seemed harmless. Your sheer reaction to Timothee's comment emphasized the fun chemistry the two of you had on set. Mirroring much of Paul and Nerre's friendship, you both complimented each other well in the first film, being the youngest surrounded by well-renowned actors. But the reason for the recent spike of interest was partially from Dune: Part Two and their interviews.
Fast forward to the debut of Dune: Part Two, it made success at the box office. Even surpassing the first film altogether. The entire cast of Dune was proud of the work they've made. The introduction of new characters played by wonderful actors and actresses all around.
Weeks after the early IMAX screenings, press interviews were being published amongst of the young cast members. A particular interview by IGV Presents brings together Timothee Chalamet, Zendaya, Florence Pugh, Austin Butler, and yourself.
This would be considered to be one of your first interviews with the Dune cast after the box office release. You felt nervous yet overjoyed at the same time to be meeting your co-actors again after the conclusion of filming had taken place.
The spokesperson of IGV, Simon Harkness starts off the interview strong with a pleasant greeting. "Congratulations on an incredible movie. Uhm it is the definition of a sci-fi blockbuster and is absolutely phenomenal, so huge congratulations to you all!"
"Thank you!" The five of you all politely cherish his kind words.
"It's so lovely to talk to you. Um- Timothee, Zendaya, I'm going to start with you. This is probably the hardest question I've ever asked in an interview so you've been warned." An endearing giggle can be seen from Zendaya before allowing him to continue. "Sand walking, who does it better?"
Timothee immediately lifts up his microphone. "I'm going to give it to Zendaya here." Without glancing at her, you could tell Zendaya was happily smiling at his compliments. How quick he was to answer made it seem how well connected the cast was even given the amount of time spent together. The main lead continues very swiftly, diving more into how cinematic the shot was from an outside perspective, "I think it's the most- one of the most cinematic shots in the movie and she really has it very precisely down but it's the nature of the movie too that she's supposed to be better than Paul,"
"Is that what it is?" In return, Zendaya who sat next to him gave him a teasing look.
Quietly from afar where you sat, next to Austin Butler, you whispered. "He acted like he couldn't do it but," Soft snickering can be heard across the room.
"In fairness to me, I was going 65%- 65 to 70 too hard," Chalamet reasons justly as he glances in your direction before looking back to the interviewer.
"You dumbed it down," Harkness nods in a high-spirited manner. Right after, Timothee reluctantly agrees, keeping the mood light-hearted.
"I had to!"
"Just how committed you are!" Austin steps in, joining in on the joke.
"Zendaya, you can take that crown. I love that," The brown-haired man reassures as she recuperates with appreciative laughter. In truth, it was a beautiful scene between Paul and Chani you were lucky enough to witness behind the camera. And contrary to their light banter, you thought both actors did well at accomplishing what it was meant sand walk. Truthfully you had no scenes beyond walking through the desert but understanding the mechanics and traditions of the Fremen was as fascinating as it was watching it up close.
Suddenly it was Florence's turn to speak, "Zendaya taught me the other day and I had to just stop to stare at her feet."
"The swoopy swoop?" You asked in a cutesy tone, with furrowed eyebrows. You couldn't help but remember the few instances you witnessed your costars practice the sand walk to be one of the more adorable rehearsals you've seen on the sand.
"Yeah, her feet were so pretty! She was doing the swoopy swoops," The blonde acknowledges, waving her hands in a zig-zag pattern. As the replication of water and how her feet moved.
The interviewer's eyes light up, "Honestly I tried to swoopy swoop at home- um because we have a carpet in the bedroom."
"How did it go?" The mixed actress puts forward.
"Awful!" An assembly of bewilderment is seen between Zendaya and Florence as they quickly question why. However, they reassure him in the end that they would practice together in hopes of him archiving the sand walk.
Talks with simple questions went down the row. Florence discusses her experience from her beginnings, starring in Little Women, comparing those scenes in terms of royalty to Dune. In both films, she's worked with well-known actors and now Christopher Walken as the emperor and her father. She raves about how it was a dream come true. A dream she had when she was little. From this experience, Florence emphasizes the concept of learning and observing her fellow actors.
Another intriguing topic follows Austin for his experience between learning choreography fighting and Elvis's iconic rubber legs. In a sense, as you leaned forward on one of your seats, you became fascinated by the Elvis actor's comparison of it all. While Elvis's moves were televised and had to be precise for the camera, being a Harkonnens gave him more leverage in the freedom to move. It was a captivating question that you couldn't help but want to listen to more.
Comparisons aside, you didn't have much to note for your upcoming question. Which is exactly why you felt unprepared for what he was going to ask.
Harkness brings up your name for the finale. "You have done stunt work before. For the first and now second film, I've heard you compared it to rather- dancing. Is that what you think your relationship with the choreography has been?"
You gave a content hum, "You see it with the Fremen or Harkonnens right? Everyone moves so differently and for the course for me, I've had to adjust my choreo little by little. And I think that analogy you mentioned really does relate back to dancing. I don't know if it's because I was once a dancer or that I'm a visual learner," You shrug your shoulders, "But I see the choreography as a dance routine. You're moving alongside people, doing hits and jabs. Both are very hands-on so I would like to approach it as something I can always work on." Satisfied with your answer, you clapped your hands together.
"Kind of like sand walking no?" It was then that Zendaya swerved counterclockwise to face you.
Bringing back the conversation they had in the beginning about sand walking, your eyes instantly brighten. "Exactly like that!"
"I feel like you would be great at sand walking," Florence puffs, mindlessly shaking her microphone back and forth. "You- You already got the moves." Even Timothee came into agreement, humming and commenting you worked well with the choreography.
Austin Butler raises his microphone. "I think you gotta learn with me because I don't think I could,"
"Nonsense!" You give him a silly glare. "If you can do a killer rubber leg, I think you can sand walk." Florence and Zendaya both mumble their support and your male costar leans to have his arm around the back of your chair, warmly.
"Is that an open invitation I see?" The spokesperson, Harkness giggly pokes at than the rest of the cast turns to look at you. Your scowl morphs into an innocent one.
"Hm?" As you squint your eyes in hesitation.
"I feel like you could have the potential to sand walk but just with the right partner," Timothee chimes in, spreading his arms over his chair as well. Your brows furrowed accusingly, as if wanting to clarify what he meant by his comment.
And the French actor gives you a look, one you became so sure of. "Mm right!" A slight eruption of laughs before you straightened your back with proper posture. "With just the right partner,"
There were also hints mentioned in your interview with Timothee surprisingly not. This was one of the more recent ones to be published, as you finally were able to pair up with your favorite co-star (besides Brolin) from the first film. The two of you had strong chemistry despite having less screen time together in the second film.
The beginning of the video cuts to a clip of you answering an innocent question. "What I think about every day, is Timothee going to send to me a meme today? Uh, I hope so!" You give a sarcastic look to your seat partner as he latently laughs in front of you. "Or when is he going to text me you know?"
It then transitions to an interviewer from Heart commercial radio as he shouts out your names. "How are you both?"
"I'm doing good!"
"Going great!"
The radio show was more relaxed than you would've expected as the spokesperson was very down to the earth with his conversation starters and contagious warmth. Timothee was able to catch up with him from his last interview when he premiered his Wonka film. Eventually, the interview became more casual discussing working together, cooking, and trendy topics.
Timothee and you both went back and forth on favorite memories you had of the first film. And talking about the new cast members and new elements it had brought to the table for the film itself.
"Cool new characters this time," As you played around with the fuzzy microphone the camera crew gave to you.
"Yup lots of new people to meet," Timothee adds on, nodding.
The interviewer proceeds with the question, "And also you have seen- there's a clip about of you running around actually." He signals to you, "Of your reaction to something Timothee said about your performance in the first film,"
"Oh! I've seen it," Almost instinctively, your co-star raises his hand. "I was supposed to send it to you but I forgot." As he turns, to finds you looking lost at the topic at hand.
"Really what was it?" You almost looked concerned, seeing how you didn't understand what they meant.
Luckily for you, the Heart radio spokesperson managed to get a hold of the video from his phone, "It was a little callback of Timothee raving about your flirting skills."
As it plays, the camera zooms in on you and your co-actors reaction. The French actor couldn't help but look slightly embarrassed but smitten when the timing of your reaction came on screen. While you held an intrigued stance, arms crossed and a content grin.
"I am pretty good at flirting,"
"You really are, huh." At the same time, you both turn to make eye contact.
"I also heard Tim- that you thought that they would be your love interest initially?" At the radio speaker's inquiry, you couldn't help but in mid-sentence, finally, swerve your head suddenly.
"Yeah well, fun fact actually," The male actor tries to reason, sitting up. "In the novels, Paul and Nerre almost did become a couple!"
It was a well-known fact of that in the first novel, there had been slight changes to the story. Initially, it was said that the author, Frank Herbert had planned for Paul and Nerre, the character you played to have a romantic connection after the fall of House Atreides. Nevertheless, it was later scrapped for another plot, that of instead having Chani as the love interest. But even decades later after the novelâs release, it was something fans still fuss about.
"Oh, I heard about that!" Almost in awe, you nodded, your attention fully on Chalamet, wondering how far he was willing to go beyond spoilers.
"Do you think Nerre would ever meet someone then?" The afro man questions, adjusting his microphone. "Since- Paul has Chani, I feel like if we ever get a potential third film, that could open some doors!"
"If a third film could happen," You start, fiddling with the lining of the mic cover, "I hope so! I mean I got the moves, I got the skills!"
"Keep practicing your sand walk and we'll see," Timothee cutely chimes as you proceed to blow a raspberry at him. Only for him to lightly swat you away.
Despite your failures to have scenes of sand walking, your cast of a crew were more than happy to show you. Javier Bardem and Jessica Ferguson were quite supportive in your interest for something you did not have any part-time. A few behind the scene videos show the actor demonstrating from afar the slower version of the walk.
Though your back was facing the camera, viewers would pick up and recognize it to be you. Jessica as well was off to the side, in her luminescent costume of a million robes, clapping from side to side.
Another later pans to you taking long strides across the sand in the background. In front of the camera are Josh Brolin and Javier having their turn in the video, to discuss their relationship and the previous they have worked on together. However, viewers couldn't help but pinpoint your figure alongside the frame trying to master the patterns of what Javier taught you from the previous clip.
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Which TV shows or sitcoms do the Batfam guest star in?
(I'm a 2010s girlie if you can't tell)
Selina has a one-episode subplot as a prisoner in Orange Is The New Black where she acts like she's going to try and make a daring escape just to mess with everyone else
Luke appears in the background of a large gathering or party in Black-ish but the characters are too busy with the storyline to notice until the end when they realize it's legendary MMA fighter Luke Fox, except he's just there for the food
Bette would be one of the extras in The Good Place whose entire role is to give people the wrong frozen yogurt toppings while acting like the absolute nicest person who got into the "Good Place" for saving an endangered goat species
Alfred is a customer just doing his shopping amidst the Superstore chaos. He just occasionally appears throughout the episode and when they're like "You're still here?" he unfurls a comically long shopping list
Barbara appears in New Girl as an HR worker at Schmidt's place of work, where she slows him down with pointless bureaucratic procedures when he's trying to get something done quickly
Bruce would appear as a prospective business client in The Office and offers to buy Dunder Mifflin until he gets a tour of the place as it's literally going up in flames
Harper would be sitting in the back of the classroom in Community interjecting with her side commentary until the characters realize she doesn't even go there
Damian would be a student in Abbott Elementary who starts doing the teacher's jobs, and when the school tries to call home, he poses as his own guardian with a costume and voice training
Cass is a part-time cashier who gets hired on the spot at Kim's Convenience but quits after one day not because of the characters or storyline, but because she was just bored
Dick appears in Brooklyn Nine-Nine as a New Jersey police officer working an interstate case, and him and Jake competing for the spotlight and recognition can be summed up by "oh my God, there's two of them"
Jason also appears in the same Brooklyn Nine-Nine episode as the main suspect, and the whole joke is that he keeps insisting he and Dick know each other (being irl brothers) while Dick is like "I've never seen this man in my life"
Carrie guest stars in Parks and Rec as a very passionate (and very annoying) lone teenage activist with a picket sign who won't leave the characters alone until they hear out her (very valid) concerns
Cullen appears in Psych as another "psychic" racing against Shawn to solve a case, but really he just knows how to get the evidence he needs from social media faster than surveying the actual crime scene
Helena plays a substitute teacher in Derry Girls who keeps insisting that the characters do a dumb assignment that actually makes sense in the end
Tim briefly makes a cameo in Cobra Kai at one of the karate tournaments, where he plays a competitor from a dojo that's not part of the main cast
Kate appears in Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt for a minute as the characters trying to get someplace urgently, and she has a car or something they want to borrow but she's just like "uh, no, I don't know you"
Duke plays a tutor in Modern Family where the episode centers on school, and the session consists of him just trying to do his job while everyone else keeps interrupting
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In The Woods Somewhere
Summary- Coriolanus does not intend on returning to the Capitol alone.
Warnings- MDNI 18+ DUBCON Female reader. TBOSAS spoilers technically. Reader is essentially Lucy Gray. Porn with plot. Toxic relationship. Possessive Coriolanus. Chasing. Biting. Restraint. Choking. Edging. Overstimulation. Fingering. Cunnilingus. P in V sex.
Authorâs Note- Happy holidays! This is not our regularly scheduled programming but I have Hunger Games/Tom Blyth brain rot so hereâs this monster. Please heed the warnings and link to the full fic on AO3 below
She knows the moment he looks up at her, rifle clutched in his hands, that he will not be coming north with her. Not anymore, not now that he has the one thing tying him to this place well in hand.
She isn't a fool. She knows that his feelings for her played only a small role in his agreeing to come with her but she had been willing to overlook that. When he had cupped her face in his hand and swore that he would join her, that they would escape Panem- and their collective noose- together, she had seen the hesitation there. Coryo was not a man built for nature, no more than he was built for the districts, but she loves him and so she had ignored it. Twisted it into something romantic and noble in her head, that he would give up all this, that he would leave behind everything for her. He had promised her earnestly and she had taken him at his word.
But with the look on his face now, some potent mix of elation and relief washing over him like a wave, she knows she never stood a chance.
"It's the gun," he says, and she hates the tone he uses. The way he almost breathes the words, the way he looks up at her with the ghost of a smile on his face. Had she had doubts about what the guns would inspire in him, the look on his face is enough to prove her right.
"The one you fired at Mayfair," she says with a nod, crossing her arms over her chest. It feels almost protective now, as if she can safeguard her breaking heart. "Spruce must have known about this place too. I guess it's not as secret as I thought. We hide that and you're free."
"No more loose ends."
The way he says it, his hands tightening on the barrel as he looks down at the rifle, makes her blood run cold. This is all he wanted, nothing short of a dream come true. She doesn't like it, her reaction just as much as his own, and she fights to push passed it. Tells herself that there is nothing wrong here, not really, that he is entitled to some semblance of excitement, but she can feel that unease gnawing at her gut. It feels like an omen. A warning.
She grins, hoping to seem more at ease than she truly is, and feels her nose scrunch up teasingly as she says, "Besides me."
It's the wrong thing to do. Immediately, he goes rigid, eyes darting up to look at her and she sees the distrust there, akin to a beaten dog. It wouldn't be as startling as it is if not for their conversation in the woods not even an hour before. He is willing to kill if backed far enough into a corner and is that not what she has just done? Reminded him of the power she held over him with this knowledge? Backed him into a corner? And just like that beaten dog, she can see that he is only a moment away from snapping at her with pearly white teeth.
"You wouldn't... tell anyone?"
She feels her eyebrows draw together, all attempt at joking gone. It hurts a little, what seems to be a complete lack of faith in her, and it's almost surprising. Almost. "Course not."
But would she? She doesnât really know now. The fact that he believes she could, as if she could exchange his freedom for her own, feels like the final nail in the coffin. She could forgive his dislike of the idea of heading north, the relief on his face when he saw the guns. But what he said in the woods- threeâs enough for me- and his distrust of her now⊠she doesnât think sheâs safe with him. All their talk of trust, of how he agreed it was worth more than love, thrown to the wind all for the sake of a duffle bag full of rifles. Because just as easily as those gun could buy her freedom, they could secure his own too. One small step toward returning to his life back in the Capitol. He was going to leave before killing Mayfair, she knew that. And if thereâs no weapon linking him to the crime, he could. Because no matter how badly she wants to believe he wants a life with her, she thinks he wants his old one back that much more.
And she isnât sure just what he is willing to sacrifice to get rid of all those loose ends.
She feels herself smile again, moving on autopilot to fetch the knife she knows is on the shelf near the door. It doesnât reach her eyes but she isnât looking at him, gripping the handle of the knife a little too tightly. âI think Iâm gonna go dig up some katniss. Thereâs a good patch down by the lake, donât know when weâll come across it again.â
His suspicion only grows at that, lips parted and head tilted in question, and she knows she needs to go. Though his finger has not yet shifted toward the trigger, it hasnât moved away from it either. He has been a Peacekeeper for no more than two months, but that was more than enough time to pick up all he needed to know about firing a gun. Even if his aim is shoddy, it wouldnât take much effort to aim in her general direction and hold down on a trigger. She had said it herself, she is the only one left who knew the truth about Mayfairâs death- her murder. If he wanted to go back to the Capitol, he needed to be damn sure there wasnât a chance of his time here coming back to haunt him. As it is now, she is the only thing standing between him and the Snow penthouse.
âThought you said they werenât ready yet,â he protests, that uncertainty still more than apparent.
She prays her smile doesnât look as forced as it feels when her eyes flick up to look at his handsome face, doing what she can to seem nonchalant. âThe world changes awful fast.â
She pulls the door open, the rain pounding against the porch outside, when he calls her name. Her grip on the knife tightens a hair more before sheâs turning back to look at him, keeping her eyes wide and innocent as she tilts her head in question. She knows she hesitated, knows he caught her if the look on his face is anything to go by, but rather than let her panic consume her, she focuses on his eyes. The beautiful, brilliant blue of his eyes. That may be the thing she misses most about him, after all this.
âItâs still raining.â
As if a little rain is enough to stop her from saving her own life.
âWell, Iâm not made out of sugar,â she grins, taking one last look at him before shutting the door, placing some kind of barrier between them.
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