#v: fish gods and kidnappings

[dark-fics-4-you]

Blue Christmas

dark!Rafe Cameron x f!Reader

Warnings: noncon (rape), p in v sex, kidnapping, murder, drugging, stalking, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, choking, unprotected sex, breeding kink, abusive behavior

A/N: this fic is directly inspired by the movie P2 (2007) but I changed a couple plot things to make it fit for Rafe. Hope you enjoy!

The click of your heels echoed throughout the large, empty parking garage. You let out a frigid puff of breath as you shivered, pulling your coat tighter around your shoulders as you looked for your car.

After the holiday party had died down, you had volunteered to stay late to finish up a report so you could have Christmas day off with your family. And now, a full hour and a half after everyone else left, you were finally about to be on your way home.

You reached into your purse to fish your keys out, clicking the unlock button to help you find your car.

Chirp chirp!

The sound came from the level above you and you let out a small groan as you began the walk up to the next level.

After spotting your car, you let yourself in, sliding into the seat and closing the door behind you.

You slid the key into the ignition and turned it, but instead of coming to life, your engine stuttered, refusing to start.

“Shit!” You cursed, slapping the steering wheel in frustration. “Fucking seriously?!”

All you wanted right now was to get home to see your family, but now it appeared your car might not even be leaving the garage.

You reached into your purse to pull your phone out, dialing your mom, but when no sound came over the speaker, you pulled the phone away from your ear to realize that you didn’t have any signal.

Realizing that your only options were to find the parking security guard or walking out into the cold air to get better signal, you decided that you needed to find the parking office.

However, before you could even open your door, you saw the lights on the opposite side of the garage begin to turn off, one by one, growing closer until you were swallowed by the darkness of the garage.

“I’m still in here!” You shouted, feeling freaked out by the dark.

But the sudden sharp knock against your window nearly stopped your heart.

A bright flashlight flicked on, pointed at your face like the person was trying to get a look at you.

He must have seen the fear in your eyes because the light lowered to the ground, revealing the parking security guard, and you let out a sigh of relief at the familiar face.

“Thank god it’s just you,” you joked nervously as you opened your car door to step out.

You looked up at the tall, blond man, remembering the many times he had let you in the parking garage or waved goodbye as you drove out. He was a shy and somewhat awkward guy, but he had been nice in all of your previous interactions.

Underneath the nerdy looking glasses, you might have even considered him handsome.

“I’m glad you’re still here so late, or I’d be in a lot of trouble,” you groaned, gesturing to your car. “It won’t start and I don’t have any signal in the garage.”

“Ah that h-happens here more than you’d think, I can help you out,” he grinned, taking a cursory glance at your car. “You could um- make a call from the office, if you wanted.”

“Oh that would be perfect! Thanks um… Ray?”

“Rafe,” he corrected you with a lopsided smile.

“Oh. Rafe, sorry,” you repeated. “My name is Y/N.”

“I know.”

“You do?” You tilted your head to the side in confusion as you looked up at him.

“You hand me your parking pass every day, remember? Everyone who works in the office does,” he smiled.

“Oh yeah, true,” you let out a small laugh.

“Did you enjoy th-the party?”

You blushed, smiling to yourself as you remembered your coworker, Jack, pulling you into one of the empty offices for a quick make out session. This was the first time the two of you had ever done something so risky at the office before, and it had been pretty thrilling.

“Yeah, it was nice. I’m ready to get home to my family though, they’re all waiting on me.”

“Then we better call you a taxi, huh?”

“Guess so.”

You followed him as he lead you to the parking office, and your eyes widened as you took in the sparkling Christmas lights that were wrapped around the small space.

“Did you do all of this decoration yourself, Rafe?”

“Uh yeah,” his lips curled into a shy smile and he scratched the back of his head nervously. “I don’t know, it just brightens the place up. Makes the job less depressing.”

“Oh yeah, I totally get it.” You sat down at the chair opposite from his desk, mindlessly glancing over at the monitor that was showing multiple grainy camera angles throughout the garage, cycling through all the cameras throughout the building.

You looked over at the corner of the office to see a large black dog curled up on a bed.

“So, here’s the office phone,” he passed the landline to you. “I’m gonna step out for a quick smoke, you can uh, call your family or a cab, or um whatever you need to do. I’ll be b-back in a couple minutes.”

“Okay! Thank you so much for your help!” You smiled, waving as he stepped out the front door of the office.

You dialed your mom’s number, holding the phone to your ear as you waited for her to pick up.

“Hello?” You could barely hear your mother’s voice over the sounds of children playing.

“Mom? It’s Y/N.”

“Where are you?? We’ve been waiting for an hour at this point sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry, I had a little extra work to do tonight so I could spend all of tomorrow with you. And you’ll never guess what happened when I left the office.”

“What?”

“My car wouldn’t start! So I’m waiting in the security office and I’m going to call a cab,” your mother started to interject, but you cut her off, “don’t wait up on me. I’ll get there soon hopefully, but with this weather it might take a bit for the cab to get here.”

Your mom was saying something about sending your aunt to pick you up, and you waved her off, but when your gaze landed on the monitor’s camera feed, your blood went cold and the ringing in your ears prevented you from hearing anything.

Your eyes widened as you watched Jack open the office door building on the camera feed, pulling you inside, leaving only a moment before his lips were on your neck, and his hands were trailing down your body.

Your stomach lurched when you heard yourself softly moan his name before his lips covered yours.

This video was from earlier tonight.

“Y/N?” Your mom asked and you realized you had gone silent.

“I-” your mouth felt dry, your mind was racing, but you knew you needed to call the cab as soon as possible. “I’m calling the cab now.”

You hung up quickly, looking behind you and around the now cramped feeling office for the security guard.

Would it be safe to leave the office? How would you find your way out quickly with the lights off?

He was nowhere in sight, so you dialed the number of the cab company, hand shaking as you held the phone to your ear and cursing when it kept ringing with no answer.

Finally after what felt like an eternity, someone picked up.

“Hello? Please, I need a cab at 9876 Main Street.”

“How many passengers?”

“Just one, please hurry,”

“We’ll be there in under 5 minutes.”

You let out a sigh of relief, you were finally going home.

However, you were shocked back into reality when a hand suddenly clamped over your mouth, pressing a damp rag over your nose and mouth.

You let out a muffled yelp, struggling against them, but the strong arm that wrapped around your chest held you firmly in place.

You had only taken three gasping breaths before the world around you grew fuzzy, and then your vision went black.

Your eyes cracked open slowly and you lifted your aching head to find yourself still inside the security guard’s office, laid out on the couch. A chill ran up your spine and your noticed your coat was missing.

Rafe was sitting at his desk with his back turned to you, watching the video of you and Jack on a loop.

You let out a soft whimper of fear, shifting to stand up and try to run out of the room, but you quickly realized your right wrist was handcuffed to the sofa when it dug into the skin of your wrist, pulling you back down onto the couch.

The clinking of the metal alerted Rafe to the fact that you were awake and he turned around, a sick grin spreading across his face.

“You’re up! Sorry about all that with the rag and stuff,” he chuckled, acting as if it was some run of the mill accident.

His casual ease as he looked over you sent a chill down your spine.

You didn’t miss the fact that his large dog was awake now, sitting beside him and staring you down imposingly.

“Also, I um- I cancelled your cab,” he told you and your heart skipped a beat.

“W-why?”

“Well… I thought maybe you’d want to spend your Christmas Eve with me,” Rafe nervously offered.

You blinked at him in shock, at a complete loss for words.

“W-we could get to know each other, and finally have our first date.” Rafe stood up from the chair and approached you, and you shrank away from him.

“Listen, Rafe..” you swallowed dryly, heart hammering against your chest as you carefully chose your words, “I- I’m sure you’re a really nice guy, but I’m already seeing somebody.”

There was a deadly silence at your words and Rafe’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening in a way that made you nervous.

His dog noticed the subtle change in his attitude, a low growl building at the back of its throat and he slowly started to walk towards you.

“Easy Max,” Rafe warned, his tone cold and mocking. “Don’t wanna scare poor Y/N too much.”

The dog backed off at that, laying down in his bed, but still eyeing you suspiciously.

Rafe sat beside you on the couch, one arm wrapping around your waist and you shuddered at the physical contact.

“Listen, Y/N, just give me a chance okay? Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself?”

“I-” you stuttered nervously, your mind too blank with fear to know what to say. “I have t-two siblings.”

You tripped over your words, face warming up when you felt his hand slowly begin to trace up your back.

“Keep going,” he ordered with a whisper, his hand rising to the rest at the back of your neck. Your pulse was racing and your breath was beginning to grow uneven with tension.

“I’m f-from a town 40 minutes from here. I’ve never ah-” you winced when his fingers flexed slightly, putting you even more on edge. “I’ve never lived outside of the state.”

“Really? That’s incredible. Me personally, I’m from North Carolina, but I’ve traveled all over the world.”

His eyes flicked from your face to your chest, eyeing the way your breath was coming quickly. He grinned wickedly, drawing so close you could feel his breath against your cheek.

“Am I making you nervous, Y/N?”

He adjusted his hand, wrapping his thumb and pointer finger around the back of your neck while his other fingers splayed down your spine, and you let out a shaky breath.

“Would you feel more at ease if I was Jack?” Rafe spat his name out like it was poison in his mouth and you winced.

“N-no. I- I don’t- no,” you whimpered, not sure what he wanted to hear from you.

This night had taken a turn that you never expected and your head was still spinning as you tried to come to terms with what was happening.

Rafe let out an annoyed huff, a scowl blooming across his face as he stared at you.

“Do you want to see him again tonight?”

“What?”

“I said, do you want to see him again tonight?”

“I-” you stuttered, but you trailed off, not knowing what he meant or how to answer.

Rafe rolled his eyes, clearly growing irritated by your indecisiveness. He turned to find something on his desk before returning to you with a key in one hand and a small knife in the other.

Your eyes widened at the sight of the knife, your breathing picking up as you looked to him in fear.

“What-?”

“I’m going to unlock you and we’re going to take a short drive, but I can’t have you getting any smart ideas, sweetheart.” Rafe grabbed your cuffed wrist, jamming the key into the lock on the cuff that was attached to the sofa.

He grabbed your wrist tightly with one hand, pulling you off the couch and turning you away from him before reaching over your shoulder and bringing the knife to your throat.

He leaned forward, letting his lips come to your ear and you held back a shudder as he spoke, “if you so much as think about trying to get away from me, I won’t hesitate to kill you, do you understand?”

You nodded, choking down your tears as he pushed you forward to signal you to walk out of the office.

Rafe led you to a car, opened the door, and shoved you inside, giving you a warning glare to not run before walking around to the driver’s side.

“W-where are we going?” You asked as he started the car and backed out of the parking space.

“You’ll see, sweetheart.”

He turned towards the exit of the garage, and for a moment you could feel your escape within your grasp, but he steered away, instead steering towards the ramp that led to the lower levels of the garage.

“W-we’re not leaving?” You could feel your heartbeat pick up again in your confusion. Where the fuck was he taking you?

“We’re almost there, Y/N, calm down.”

Your eyes scanned the dark garage, but they widened when he turned the corner, his headlights revealing Jack duck taped to one of the office chairs.

“Oh my god,” you whispered in shock, taking in the blood that was already dripping from his forehead. Jack shifted in the chair, his eyes squinting as he tried to look through the windshield.

“What’s going on Rafe?? Why are you doing this?” You hissed through tears, frantically looking back and forth between Rafe and Jack.

He chuckled, but it lacked humor and you felt nauseous at the sound.

“Don’t you get it, Y/N?” His hand came to your cheek, forcing you to meet his gaze. “I love you so much, and he’s what’s keeping us apart.”

Now you were almost certain you were going to be sick and you let out a sob as his thumb lightly traced your face.

“I- I don’t even know you, Rafe! I barely knew your name before tonight,” you cried hysterically, begging him to find reason. “Please, whatever you’re planning, just stop!”

You couldn’t stop the burning tears from falling now, anxiety making your heart beat so fast you felt dizzy.

“Shh Y/N, calm down.” He wiped away some of your tears with his thumb. His blue eyes watched you with concern, but there was a coldness underneath the surface that frightened you.

“I’m gonna take care of it, okay? And he’s never going to come between us again.”

Before you could question him, he closed the gap between you, holding you in place as his lips covered yours.

Your eyes shot open in surprise, stomach turning in disgust as you squirmed against him, and you whimpered when he forced his tongue into your mouth. His lips felt hot against yours and the kiss lasted too long, as Rafe held you down against the chair by your throat until you were gasping for breath.

He pulled away with a dreamy look in his eyes as he scanned your distressed expression.

“Do not try to run. Got it?”

You stared at him blankly, taking a beat too long to respond and his hand tightened around your throat.

“Got it?” He repeated with a sickening edge to his voice.

“Mm, mm hm,” you nodded, mouth too dry to make any noises other than humming yes.

“Good girl,” he purred, leaning forward to press one last kiss to your trembling cheek before reaching over to open his door and climb out.

You were glued to your seat, too scared to attempt running with him still so close. You could barely watch as he approached Jack with the knife brandished in his hand.

“Please- stop it! Don’t get any closer!” Jack cried out and your heart skipped a beat, more tears sliding down your face was you watched with horror.

“You were never good enough for Y/N, you know that?” You could hear the rage in Rafe’s voice simmering beneath the surface, ready to be released.

“Always taking her for granted and treating her like she’s some everyday slut.” He spat, pulling his arm back before punching James hard across the jaw.

You stifled your cry by biting your lip, trying to ignore Jack’s groans of pain when Rafe punched him again.

“Rafe, stop it!” You cried from inside the car and he turned around to look at you before punching him in the stomach with a grin.

“She may not understand what kinds of tricks you’re pulling, but I do.” He slammed his fist into James’ gut again. “I know guys like you, who get off on playing nice girls like Y/N and treating them like shit.”

“No- I’m not-” Jack grunted, blood trickling past his lips as he struggled to breathe. He strained against the layers of duck tape wrapped around his chest and the back of the chair to no avail.

“And I’m sure you look down on the guys like me. You think you’re so much better because you went to college and got a comfy, corporate job, and assholes like you always get the girl in the end,” Rafe’s voice was downright venomous at this point, and you could tell that he was working himself up to a boiling point.

“Not this time,” he chuckled darkly, bringing the knife to Jack’s throat threateningly.

“Rafe please!” You screamed, tears flowing down your cheeks as you watched the scene before you unfold, feeling utterly powerless.

In one smooth motion, Rafe brought the knife across Jack’s throat and a river of crimson sprayed from his neck, splattering across Rafe’s face and clothes.

You sobbed as Jack slumped against the chair, his head leaning back to reveal the large cut splayed across his throat, and you knew in your heart that he was dead.

Before you could think twice, your hand was wrapped around the door handle, and you pushed yourself out of the car.

The garage was almost pitch black, save for Rafe’s headlights and you didn’t notice the cement wedge in front of you.

“Shit-!” You cursed as you hit the ground, adrenaline too high to register any pain from the fall.

You turned your head as you scrambled to your feet to find Rafe’s angry gaze fixed in your direction. Heart pounding, you stumbled to your feet and took off towards where you remembered him turning from the ramp to the upper levels, the sounds of your heels echoing off the walls of the parking garage.

“Fuck!” You heard Rafe roar from behind you followed by the sound of him hitting something hard in frustration, likely his car, before you heard his heavy footsteps chasing after you.

“Y/N!!” He yelled, his voice reverberating and repeating as he cursed.

Knowing that this was likely your only chance to escape, you frantically looked around for an exit once you got onto the ground floor, only to find that it was gated off, and there was no way for you to leave.

When you passed a second exit that was gated off, you realized Rafe must have closed them all down to keep you inside and your heart fell.

“Where are you hiding?” Rafe’s voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you could tell he was getting closer.

If you were going to escape, you weren’t going to be able to do it alone.

You could hear his footsteps getting closer behind you in the dark, and you tried to quiet your shaky breath as you ran to the brightly lit office, hiding behind the support pillars along the way.

Even if he caught you in the office, if you could just make a call to the police, hopefully that would be enough to save you.

You finally reached the front, pushing the door open slowly and quietly before crouching and entering.

Unfortunately, in your panic to get away, you had forgotten all about Rafe’s large dog, and you nearly jumped out of your skin when he ran up to you, barking and lunging, only to be yanked back by his chain at the last moment before reaching you.

Your heart rate spiked as the dog growled loudly in between sharp ruffs, barring his teeth and trying to nip at you.

“Shhh!” You whispered. “Good doggie, please be quiet!”

You eased past the dog and towards the landline, trying to stop the uncontrollable shaking in your knees as Max continued to bark.

Images of Jack’s throat being slit flashed through your mind and you choked back a sob as you reached for the phone.

Your sweaty fingers slid over the numbers and you held the phone up to your ear waiting for the ring.

But it never came.

You pulled the phone away from your ear in confusion, and looked down at the handset, following the wire connected to the phone to where it should have been plugged into the wall.

Instead, you stared at the severed wire in terror, realizing that Rafe must have cut it while you were knocked out earlier.

“Why are you trying to ruin our first date?”

Rafe’s voice from behind washed over you like a bucket of cold water, and you slowly turned around to find him standing in the doorway of the office.

He was an imposing figure, made all the more terrifying due to the flecks of blood painted across his face and shirt. His glasses were gone now, and you realized just how much they had been hiding the threatening glint in his eyes.

Rafe no longer seemed like the shy, nerdy guy you had taken him for before tonight, but instead a dangerous predator who had finally cornered his prey.

“Rafe,” your voice was so faint you weren’t sure if you were even speaking. “Please, I’m scared.”

Your throat felt tight, tears filling your eyes when you noticed the blood on his hands.

“Scared?” He asked incredulously. “You should be thanking me for getting that loser out of our way.”

A sob clawed its way out of your throat, and you took a step back, only to jump forward again when the dog’s low growl came from behind you.

“Now it’s time to stop running,” Rafe taunted.

You felt dizzy with fear as you watched him step closer, towering above you, the outline of his muscular form barely hidden by his leather jacket.

Heart beating loudly against your chest and blood rushing in your ears, you didn’t have any time to think your decision through before acting.

You rushed forward, trying to push past him to get to the front door, but you were a moment too slow.

Rafe’s strong arms wrapped around your waist, easily picking you up and spinning you away from the door.

You cried out as he carried you forward, pushing you against the table in the middle of the room and bending you over it.

“Stop it-!” You screamed as you struggled against him, but he easily pinned you against the hard wood, letting out a wicked snicker as he roughly pushed the skirt of your dress up.

“Don’t you want someone to take of you, baby?” The blond groaned desperately, fingers grasping at your tights before ripping them open.

“I just wanted to treat you nice, Y/N.” He growled, anger radiating off his tongue. “Like the good girl I thought you were.”

You wretched your arm free before bending your elbow and thrusting it into Rafe’s stomach.

He cursed loudly, his grip on you loosening for just a moment before his hand clamped down around your wrist, painfully twisting it behind your back and harshly forcing you against the table. When you heard his belt jingling behind you, your heart skipped a beat.

“Looks like I was wrong.” Rafe spat, and you whimpered in fear as he pulled your panties to the side. “Maybe you are a fucking slut.”

“Rafe please, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Please don’t do this, Rafe,” you were quaking beneath him, crying harder as your pleas fell on deaf ears.

You froze however, voice dying in your throat when you felt the tip of his cock run along your folds.

“Oh god,” he strained, and you squirmed beneath him, cringing when his lips came to your ear.

“You’re so wet you’re dripping down your fucking thighs, sweetheart,” he taunted, barely shifting his hips forward and spreading your lips with his dick.

You sucked in a shaky breath, legs growing weak underneath you. You fisted the hand pinned against your back until your knuckles grew pale. His fingertips brushed your clit as he languidly dragged his tip along your pussy, up near your ass, then down to your clit. Up, down, languid strokes as he hissed through his teeth.

"Bet Jack wouldn't ever get you this wet, huh?"

Jack’s lifeless body flashed before your closed eyelids again, quickly replaced by the sharp sting of Rafe's fingers clamping your clit, rolling his slick-covered digits over your nerves. An instinctual whine left your lips, and Rafe sneered down at you as he dragged his dick back up to your hole, circling the head around your entrance as you protested.

"Rafe, please, please," you cried into the table, clenching your knees together and tilting your hips from him, anything to get him to pull away.

“Fucking stay still!” He hissed, wrapping his thick bicep around your throat in frustration. You let out a choked whine, tears coming to your eyes when his muscles flexed, cutting off your breathing, and Rafe ignored you as you helplessly scratched at his arm.

He groaned as he pushed into your cunt, his tip nearly sliding all the way inside of you, met with resistance that only fueled him further. Your pleas were lost to the heat that blushed Rafe's face.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you been holding this back from me?" He dragged himself out of you, watching as you clenched and quivered from the sudden withdrawl. Again, he pushed his flushed head into your warmth, and then out, in slow teasing strokes that made your head spin.

Against every survival instinct that was screaming at you, you stopped fighting. Each sting of his dick breaching you, each wet squelch of his fat tip inside you left you feeling dizzy with want.

However, when you felt his cock inch deeper inside, you whined in protest and squirmed in his arms, but one flex of the bicep at your throat quelled your resistance quickly.

“You’re so pretty, you know that, Y/N?”

You shuddered as Rafe groaned against your ear, his arm locked around your neck and preventing you from turning away. Your knees shook beneath you as he slowly forced himself deeper, and you felt betrayed by your body when you felt yourself growing slicker around him.

“Too pretty to be trapped in this shitty office job, wasting your hours at work, if you ask me,” he purred.

His fingers found your clit again, thumb rolling over your sensitive bud, and you bit back a moan as your back arched instinctively, allowing Rafe to dip deeper inside.

He was much bigger than you expected, stretching you out with each thrust, and pushing himself deeper and deeper until his tip kissed your cervix.

The blond wasn’t holding back anymore, reveling in every mewl and whimper he could draw out of you; and the way your snug walls clenched around his length had his hips snapping against your ass as he chased his release.

“Don’t you want a family to care for, baby?” He groaned, fingers swirling over your clit and you whined, trying to squeeze your legs shut in a desperate attempt to stop him.

His words echoed in your head, the sick irony completely lost on him.

You already had a family and he was holding you hostage to keep you away from them.

“We could start our own, together,” he whispered, and a muffled sob escaped your lips. When you squirmed beneath him, he easily held you in place, punishing you with quick, painful thrusts.

“You’ll never have to worry about working again,” he groaned when your tight walls squeezed around him. “Just- fuck- stay at home ‘n be my pretty, little housewife.”

Disgust and terror bloomed in your gut as you realized with a shock just how twisted his fantasies were. You felt sick thinking about how long his obsession had been festering beneath the surface and you had been too blind to see.

Rafe pinched your clit between two fingers and you whined, tears running down your cheeks as he forced your legs open again. You tensed around him, letting out a choked moan when he rolled his thumb over your tender clit.

You hated him, but even worse, you hated how much control he had over your body, and how painfully delicious each stroke of his cock felt.

“Please-” you whimpered, not entirely sure if you were begging him to stop or keep going, twisted desire clouding your head as he plunged into you again and again, the sticky sounds of your slick cunt filling the cramped room.

Rafe groaned, easing his hold on your neck to lean forward and trail messy kisses from your cheek to the side of your throat that was exposed, never slowing his pace or the steady circles around your clit. Nausea churned in your gut at the overly intimate gesture; and when the scent of copper reached you, you realized he had smeared some of Jack’s blood onto your cheek.

You gasped loudly when his lips attached to your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Rafe’s low grunts vibrated against your throat when you squeezed down around him.

Your body rocked with every thrust of his hips, your knees quaking beneath you as his thumb circled around your clit faster now.

“Rafe-” your breath hitched and you shamefully realized that your undoing was hurdling towards you.

“That’s it sweetheart,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his bicep flexing around your throat as he lost himself in his pace, plunging into you again and again.

You let out a choked whine when his thumb pressed harder against your tender bud, and you were finally pushed over the edge.

Your body tensed, legs shaking as your slick walls spasmed around him. You squeezed your eyes shut as the waves of pleasure crashed over you, whimpering pathetically as Rafe pushed his cock into you again and again.

He snickered as you cried beneath him, reveling in the way you helplessly scratched at his arms, tearfully begging him to stop.

The blond slammed into you harder, each slap of his balls against your sensitive clit made your head spin and it wasn’t long before you were coming around him again.

You trembled beneath him, so dazed that you could only whimper mindless pleas.

“Fuck-” Rafe’s breath caught in his throat as you squeezed around him, his pace stuttered, and the arm at your throat tightened as he grew closer.

You could barely breathe now, and you struggled against him as he choked you, panic overtaking you when your vision grew fuzzy around the edges.

Rafe groaned loudly when he came, forcing his cock deep inside you and painting your walls with his hot, sticky seed.

You shuddered when he nudged himself deeper and you felt his thick cum overflowing past your sensitive, puffy lips. Out of instinct, you tensed beneath him, and he moaned against your ear when you tightened around his softening cock.

After what felt like forever, he finally pulled out, loosening his hold on you, although you couldn’t have fought back now even if you tried.

You heard him pulling his pants up behind you, and you flinched when his hands came to your back to pull your skirt down to cover you.

“C’mere honey,” he cooed, carefully lifting you off the table and guiding you to the couch. You obeyed him, much too out of it to put up any more resistance.

You cringed in pain as you sat down, but tried to make yourself as comfortable as you could.

Rafe’s hand was on your back, lightly drawing small circles on your exposed skin, and you found it nauseating that he could be so gentle after treating you so savagely.

He was staring at you, studying your nervous face for a few moments before reaching out to cup your cheek.

You flinched, turning away slightly as he drew closer, but his grip was firm, and he held you in place as he leaned in and draped his lips over yours.

Your stomach turned as his lips slid over yours possessively, and you let out a squeak of surprise when he pushed his tongue into your mouth, groaning as he staked his claim on you.

When he finally pulled away, your head was swimming, and the dazed look in your eye made Rafe smirk.

“Aw look at you, never seen you so cock drunk before,” he chuckled, before leaning in to give you another quick peck on the lips.

“You gave me the best Christmas gift I could ask for.” He grabbed one of your hands, wrapping his fingers around it and squeezing gently. “I’ll take care of you Y/N.”

You stared at him blankly, a tear rolling down your cheek that Rafe chose to ignore as he looked deep into your eyes.

“I love you, and I promise, I’m never leaving your side again.”

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ii. there can be no covenants between men and lions sukuna would rather contemplate your murder than come to terms with his feelings for you, but you call him out on his bullshit. 3k

iii. my very soul demands you you introduce sukuna to cuddling and romance novels. meanwhile, he's still struggling to make sense of his feelings for you, despite wanting to murder another man because he had the nerve to touch your arm (this earns him a lecture from yuuji). 2.5k

iv. i have found for the first time what i can truly love— i have found you you and sukuna go out for a late night meal. gojo finds out about your... relationship. sukuna is forced to take care of you when you come home drunk. 2.85k

v. i was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend you persuade sukuna to play go fish. the two of you have a small disagreement (he really can't stay mad at you). he confides in you about his past as a sorcerer. 3.4k

vi. she mumbled that i was peculiar impressively, sukuna is still trying to find ways to deny his feelings for you. nevertheless, he keeps you safe from harm when a late night trip to the store doesn't go as planned. will seeing his violent nature for yourself change the way you feel about him? he seems to think so. 4.2k

vii. the day of my execution gojo, yuuji, and sukuna discuss what happened at the store. sukuna begins to consider your mortality like never before and takes care of you when you're sick. 2.7k

viii. do not leave me in this abyss, where i cannot find you the higher ups succeed in kidnapping you and sukuna doesn't know if he'll get you back alive. 2.85k

ix. i'm wearying to escape into that glorious world coming soon...

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Doll Repair

Sweet Kidnapper! Leon x Fem! Reader

warnings: dead dove, p in v, daddy kink, pet names, praise, glass cuts, blood (not in a sexual way lol)

summary: Kept away from prying hands and unwanted glances, all his to love. Filling that gaping hole in his chest, and emptying his cluttered brain. That may have cost you your entire personality and the rest of your life; but all is well as long as the two of you have each other.

words: 2k

a\n: i'm back!!! you have no idea how much i missed this. Leon is so sweet and protective in this one. God, i love sweet old men :(

It’s been 398 days since he made the best decision of his life, usually Leon’s decisions never have prospering outcomes; however, he definitely lucked out on this one.

You’ve fully adapted to this lifestyle that you were—with all love and care—forced into. He likes to think that it’s better for you this way; sure, you’ve been living the same day over and over again for the past weeks you’ve stayed with him.

But on the bright side, you don’t have to deal with the shit that other people your age have to deal with. While other college students worry about housing and tuition, eating the same cup ramen for dinner. His act of generosity (kidnapping you) has saved you all that trouble.

Leon takes care of everything, paying the bills, feeding you, buying you clothes, washes said clothes, and the list goes on. Keeping you safe in the bubble he created so that pretty brain of yours doesn’t work too hard.

You’re his favorite hobby.

As soon as he walks through that front door, agent Kennedy is long forgotten —crumbled up and tossed aside until he needs to save the day again.

You’re perfect.

Perfectly sculpted by his hands to fit into the mold that suits his lifestyle best. Truthfully, he’s not sure what your true personality is like. You went through phases, eyes wide open as adrenaline rushed through your veins whenever he came too close. The only time you got sleep is when you’d hyperventilate and pass out.

Then the determination arc began, begrudgingly swatting his hands away, venom dripping from each word you spoke—shattered his heart into bits.

And while this phase lasted a little longer than he would’ve liked. It was nonetheless a cloud that passed just like the one before it.

Tears beaded along your lash line, completely isolating yourself and refusing to eat. Considered starting to plan your funeral, one which he would be the only one attending.

 And while Leon doesn’t pray anymore—by an act of a miracle—it only took two weeks before crying because of him, turned into crying in his arms. Glad he didn’t have to flush you down a toilet like a fish, he wasn’t in the right headspace when he came up with that plan.

Ever since that breakthrough you’ve been nothing short than on your best behavior, reciprocating his affection and touch; the way things were supposed to be from the start. Where you always this loving? Always this clingy? Well, you now are.

His little treasure.

Kept away from prying hands and unwanted glances, all his to love. Filling that gaping hole in his chest, and emptying his cluttered brain. That may have cost you your entire personality and the rest of your life; but all is well as long as the two of you have each other.

 And while he takes his job of protecting you very seriously, practically baby-proofing his entire house, mistakes can still slip through.

As he walks through the front door of the place you both call home, your absence next to the door; tail swaying back and forth to greet him since last seeing him this morning doesn’t go unnoticed.

He calls out your name a few times, perhaps you’re asleep somewhere. That has happened a few times before, but seeing you curled up into a ball in the corner of the dark living room with tears streaming down your face is a first.

“Sweetheart?”

Your glossy eyes look up at him, lips quivering as they lock with his.

“I’m sorry.”

Reaching towards the light switch, the room lights up revealing your weeping figure. And that’s when he sees it, bloodied handprints smeared all over your thighs and arms. His heart drops, worst-case scenarios popping into his head before a single coherent thought can from.

What could you have possibly done?

The knife drawer is locked shut—triple checked that before he left— and you don’t have access to any razor-sharp object either.

“I’m so sorry.”

Stepping closer, he slowly makes his was over to your hunched form. “Hey, hey it’s okay.”

With his empty palms facing you, you allow him to kneel in front of you.

“Talk to me, baby.” he practically whispers.

“I’m sorry, daddy. I didn’t mean to break it.”

His hand reaches towards your cheek, his thumb brushing against the soft skin; noticing the way you flinch at his touch. “What did you break?”

“The glass.”

“Glass what?”

“Please don’t get mad.”

Your voice breaks before you start sobbing again. Taking in a deep breath, his hand runs through your hair while the other runs up and down your exposed calf soothingly. “I promise I won’t be mad, sweetheart. Just tell me what it is.”

“The glass- the glass cup.”

Those fucking cups, should’ve known to throw those away. In his defense, he didn’t hand them over to you on a silver platter. Took him five months before letting you switch from plastic to normal fucking forks for crying out loud.

Rubbing his temple, he nods slowly. “Did the glass hurt you?”

You nod, tears flowing slower than before yet still watching his every move attentively. “Can you show me where?”

Removing your hands off of your upper arms, you open your trembling palms to him. He places his large hands beneath yours, carefully inspecting the surface; small cuts are littered all over the area with fresh blood seeping through the injured skin.

“Gotta wash your hands. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

Nodding again, he helps you get up before leading you into the bathroom, turning on the faucet and placing your hands beneath the cool water. You both watch as the blood tainted liquid washed down the drain, Leon’s hand rubbing your waist gently.

Your crying calmed down, leaving behind only a few sniffles and winces from the pain. Grabbing a clean tissue, he gently pats your hands dry, making sure to not put too much pressure on the scathed area; then proceeding to wipe the blood streaks strewn over your body.

“I’m gonna go grab the first aid kit, go sit on the couch, baby.” He ushers, deep blue eyes cutting through your thread of thought.

Doing as your told, you walk out of the room leaving him to search for the first aid kit beneath the bathroom cabinet before following pursuit.

It feels like he’s been picking glass shards for eternity, each tiny piece engraved in your delicate hands. He makes sure however to reward you with praise every now and then to keep you going.

‘You’re doing so good, baby.’

‘Such a strong girl, huh.’

‘Almost done, sweetheart.’

With enough patience and a few more tears each time the alcohol met your cuts, it’s not long before he’s wrapping your hands in bandages after disinfecting the surface for the last time.

“Thank you, daddy.” You mutter, scooching closer and curling up on his side like a cat. “No problem, baby.”

Leaning in, he plops a soft kiss on the crown of your head; rough hands running up and down your back comfortingly.

Your fingers manage to tug on his shirt, demanding another kiss. He chuckles lowly, grabbing your chin and placing his lips onto yours. Your lips are slightly chapped, juxtaposing their usual soft nature. And while it feels like you’re fishing for the right opportunity, you manage to straddle his lap; keeping your lips on his.

His arms wrap around your waist, pulling your chest flush against his. “What’re you doing, hm?”

He asks, softly nibbling on your lips. “Apologizing for making daddy worry?”

You nod, grinding onto his crotch; the rough material of his jeans rubbing against your panty clad clit. Slipping his hands down and onto your hips, he guides their motion. Rocking them while thrusting upwards to apply more pressure onto your clothed cunt.

 You bite your lip as slick pools on the gusset of your panties. “Daddy.”

“Tell me, sweetheart.”

You moan in response, forgetting what you were planning on saying as all your thoughts turn into mush. “Aw, cute pussy just wants to cum? Is that it?”

 “She just wants to use daddy to get off, huh?” You shake your head; unable to grab his shirt in your hand like you normally do. You’re so cute when you try to make things up for him, he finds it endearing. Always trying to bridge a gap that doesn’t even exist.

“Don’t lie, sweetheart. You only want daddy’s cock.” You shake your head even harder, eyes however still focused on the area your hips are rutting against. “Want to make daddy happy.”

He chuckles, connecting your lips together. “I’m just messing with you, doll.”

 His lips go for your neck, hungrily sucking and biting on the tender flesh; leaving a new bruise to make up for the ones that just started fading out. You whine and whimper, muscles tense as your high approaches.

“Soak those panties, and cum for me so I can stuff this needy cunt.”

And with enough filthy words whispered in your ear, and enough kisses scattered on your neck, you squeeze down on nothing as you reach your peak.

Leon drinks up the expression on your face each time, his obsession, a face that is burnt in the back of his mind reserved only for him.  

Wasting no time, he picks you up and heads straight to your shared bedroom. Placing your gently on the bed like you’re made out of glass. He does quick work of his belt, discarding the piece of leather on the floor, the rest of his clothes following pursuit.

You lay flat on your back, bandaged palms facing the ceiling as you watch him approach you. His finger hooks on the band of your flimsy shorts, pulling them down swiftly along with your soaked panties. A few open-mouthed kisses land on your hips, his eyes focused on yours as he drops the last one on your clit before caging you between his arms.

He strokes himself a few times, angling the tip of his thick length at your entrance before thrusting in. You’d probably have died if he did that a few months back, but at this point he’s managed to stretch you out enough to fit him easily –what was once painful dulled into a sense of familiarity.

“Daddy.”

“Right here, baby. Let me make you feel good, yeah?”

He fucks you deep and slow, earning a low moan out of the both of you with each thrust of his hips. “Squeezing me so well, sweetheart. That’s a good girl.”

Your hand reaches down to the hem of your shirt, pulling the fabric and revealing your plump breasts; he can’t help but feel proud. His mouth latches onto one of your nipples, lapping at the tender peak with his tongue. You squirm beneath him, your walls squeezing around his throbbing dick causing him to grunt in return.

The slow thrusts begin to pick up speed. His tip knocking the opening of your cervix time and time again, the mixture of pleasure and pain almost euphoric. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cream my cock, sweetheart so I can fill you up.”

Listening like you always do, Leon watches as that same expression reappears on your face, your back arching off the mattress while slipping out his name in tandem. The once translucent fluid coating his length has already turned white by the time your body slumped back. Feeling lightheaded by the fluttering of your walls, the knot in his stomach snaps shooting ropes of cum till his balls went dry.

Your eyes begin to feel heavy as he pulls out and grabs a towel to clean you up. He smiles at the sound of your even breathing as you drift to sleep, giving your inner thigh a soft kiss before tucking you in bed.

“You still mad?”

A soft voice calls out for him. Walking up next to you, he tucks a few stray strands of hair behind your ears.

“Never was.”

Heading towards the kitchen, he turns the light on to be greeted with the expected sight of the incident. Sighing, he grabs the broom and begins cleaning the glass shards scattered on the floor.

Back to plastic cups it is.

divider by: @/fairytopea

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In God You Trust

~mutant! Chris Redfield x undercover! Reader~

What if instead of Lady Dimitrescu, it was a 10 foot tall Chris Redfield. And you were pretending to be a nun to investigate the weird village? (This one is based on a request from @hipsterteller ! Thanks for requesting!)

Word count: 2466

Content warnings: dub-con, basically kidnapped by chris, degrading, mean chris, spanking with belt, reader praying (during sex as well), fingering, massive cock, p in v sex, rough sex, multiple orgasms, reader crying n sobbing

!!!!!!THIS BLOG IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI!!!!!!

“What are you running from?” His gravelly voice has you shaking more than the cold air on your nude body. 

You lay on the freezing stone floor in nothing but knee high socks, underwear, and your rosary. Your habit is nowhere to be found. 

You bring your knees in as closely as you can manage to your chest, wrapping your arms around them tightly. It does nothing to preserve any body warmth you have left, but at least it helps cover the sensitive skin of your chest and tummy.

His footsteps come even closer. “Or,” he stops right in front of you, nudging you with his dirty boot, “What are you running to? What are you looking for, little girl?”

He tsks as you still refuse to speak to him, or even look at him. He has to be nearly ten feet tall, there’s no way he’s human. There’s no fucking way he isn’t involved in the very shit you were sent to this small village to investigate. But you can’t let him catch on to you; can’t let him fish out your true identity. All he can perceive of you is that you’re some sweet nun who chose to come out here to spread the word to the less than fortunate people of this village.

Definitely not here to investigate all the weird disappearances and cult shit going on. No. You know nothing about that. Nothing at all.

He squats down, grabbing both of your heels in one of his massive hands. He pulls your knees out from your chest, causing you to gasp as the cold air once again hits your exposed skin. 

“Answer me. And do it quickly, I’m running out of patience with you.” 

You crane your neck to meet his eyes, “I don’t know. I just wanna spread the word of Jesus Christ-”

“Bullshit!” He cuts you off. He grabs your upper arms and pulls you to your feet with little effort. You thought he’d stop there, but then your feet leave the ground and he’s storming off with you, nothing but a ragdoll in his hands. 

You try to reach up, try to grab his hands that are painfully gripping your arms, but it’s no use. He’s so unreasonably strong and part of you is scared–terrified. But another part of you, maybe an even larger part, is so proud that you found what you were looking for. 

That’s the thing about being in the eye of the storm, right inside the dragon's mouth. You can see it all so clearly and the surrealism surrounds you, the all encompassing wonder. You’ve found everything you've been looking for. You’ve found the source of it all. But it’s also the most dangerous part and very few ever make it out of these places alive. 

You’re thrown on the biggest bed you’ve ever seen. You guess it makes sense, a massive man needs a massive bed to lay in. Big pillows to rest his big head. 

“Did you go to Catholic school?”

You scrunch your eyebrows, thrown off by his question. “Uh-well, yes. Of course.”

He chuckles at your tone. You know how obvious your lies are coming out, but what can a girl do? You’re not fucking confessing. 

“Then you know how they punish little liars–what they do to bad girls.”

“You’re gonna punish me?” Your eyes are wide and all you can do is stare up at him. 

He fiddles with the belt in his pants loops. “Lying is a sin. And you’re lying to me. Am I supposed to let your sins go unpunished? Are you above all that? Above redemption?”

“Of course not, but-”

He rips his belt from the loops, folding it in half and quickly snapping it. The sound of the snapping leather has you jumping. 

“What are you going to do with that?”

He rolls his neck, shaking his shoulders before looking down at you again. “I think you know exactly what I’m going to do.”

“No, I-”

“Get on your hands and knees.”

Your jaw drops, going slack at the command. “What? No! I’m not-”

“Fucking bend over!” He yells at you, grabbing the hair on the back of your head, pulling it harshly. You have no choice but to follow the way he leads you. Either way, he’s going to get you into the position he wants and you’d rather not be completely rolled over by your hair.

“There we go, just like that. God would want you to attest for your sins, hm? Pray to him while you take your punishment.”

Before you even have the chance to protest, the belt cracks down harshly against your ass and you’re screaming out in pain. You can’t even get your scream fully out before it connects with your ass again.

Your hands grip the cotton sheets beneath you. You flinch as you feel something connect with your ass, but it’s much gentler and softer this time. This time, it’s not his belt, but his hand caressing your ass in comforting circles.

“Go on, little one. Pray to him. Let him know you accept his punishment.” 

You take a deep breath before forcing out the words, “Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love; according to your great compassion blot out my transgressions. Wash away all of my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin.”

His belt snaps against you again. The skin feels fiery hot and stings deep into your flesh. Tears already slowly start to fall from your eyes. You bite your lip to keep from sobbing out.

“Why’d you stop? Keep going. If you want forgiveness, you must ask for it.” His voice is almost comforting; a complete contradiction to his actions. 

“For I know my transgressions, and my sin is always before me.”

Another slap of his belt has your brain going foggy. You can barely hold yourself up on your hands and knees. 

“That’s it. Keep going for me.”

You clear your throat, somehow trying to convince it to hold back the sob that’s desperately trying to break free. 

“Against you, you only, have I sinned and done what is evil in your sight;” Crack. “So you are right in your verdict and justified in your judgment.” Crack. “Surely I was sinful at birth, sinful from the time my mother conceived me. Yet-” Crack. “Yet you desired faithfulness even in the womb; you taught me wisdom in that secret place.”

You focus on the prayer you remember from your short time in the small church in the village. You can’t let your mind focus on the excruciating pain on your ass. 

“Baby,” he calls out to you with the pet name and it has your immediate attention. “Pause for a second. Do you feel that?” He wiggles his fingers that you hadn’t even realized were inside of you. “Feel how wet you are? You always get wet like this when spanked?”

Your face heats up. You weren’t paying attention to him at all, and he somehow managed to get your panties down to your knees and two massive fingers inside of you.

“You like that, huh? I felt this cunt clench around my fingers.” He starts to slowly move his fingers in and out of you, accompanied by a loud squelching noise that you can’t believe is coming from you. It has you whimpering. “Finish your prayer. Unless you think you require more punishment because I am more than happy to provide that for you-”

You cut him off with your continued prayer. “Cleanse me, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than sn-ow.” Your last word ends on a moan as he continues fingering you. “And- fuck, And let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones you have crushed re-fuck, rejoice. Mm. Hide your–your face from my s-sins and, and blot out my iniquity. Cre-eate in me a–a pure, oh fuck, a pure heart. Oh my god.”

You completely lose sight of your prayer as he slowly pushes his dick into your wet hole. Your pussy squeezes tight around him as he stretches you out further than you’ve ever been before. All you can do is let out breathless whimpers and whines as you try to take it.

“Already struggling? Baby I’m just now getting past the tip.”

Your head whips around, looking back behind you at where he’s connecting the two of you. “Holy fucking shit, that’s not going to fit in-” you can’t finish your sentence. Your jaw goes slack as he forces more of himself inside of you.

Big man, big muscles, big bed, big cock. It’s unreasonable. You’re as scared as you are wet, which is a fucking lot. 

“Finish your prayer.” You’re so blissed out you don’t process his words. Until he’s smacking your sore ass with his hand and you hiss out at the pain. “I said, finish your fucking prayer.”

“Fuck! Okay, um, fuck. Uh, Do not cast m-me from your presence or ta-ake your Holy, shit, Ho-oly Spirit from me. Restore to me… Restore, restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me, uh, grant me a willing spirit to, fucking shit, to sustain me. Fuck!” 

You struggle through your prayer as he slowly stuffs more and more of himself in you. It’s so much that it’s painful. It’s so much that it’s so fucking good. His cock touches every last centimeter inside of you, the head feeling like it’s all the way up in your stomach. And he can’t even fit the whole thing inside of you. How could he ever fit his cock inside of anybody?

He slowly, painfully, slides his cock from you before thrusting it back inside of you. The prior stretch does little to nothing to aid in his first thrust. He may as well have not even put the thing in before.

“Oh my god! Fuck, it hurts. Fuck, it hurts. God, fuck.”

His free hand snakes up your chest and wraps around your throat, pulling your head back to him. Bringing you close enough so he can speak directly into your ear. 

“You have such a filthy mouth, don’t you? And I’m supposed to believe this is the mouth of a sweet, innocent, holy woman of God? A chaste little nun? Please.” His voice is condescending, but you can’t even protest. Can’t even think with his inhuman cock buried so deeply inside of you.

“Squeezing me so tight. Squeezing me even tighter when I talk to you,” he chuckles at you. “See? Fuck, you get so tight whenever I speak to you. This pussy gets so fucking wet, just like a fucking virgin. But the way you take my big cock? You’re no fucking virgin. No inexperienced nun could take me like this.”

He reaches around you, bringing his fingers to your swollen clit. He lightly runs his big fingers over it with no effort. He’s big enough to reach every last inch of you with no strain. 

You whimper out at the pleasure, but it doesn’t last long. He starts slapping your sensitive little clit and it has you continuously whining and shaking beneath him.

“Of course you like that. You’re nothing but a slut, aren’t you? A naughty fucking whore who just loves to be fucked. And there it is again. The more I talk to you, the tighter this pussy gets. Tell me. Tell me how good it feels. Tell me how much you like when I degrade you.”

“I-I,” you can’t speak as your eyes roll into the back of your head. You can’t think of words. You couldn’t tell him if you wanted to.

“Come on. You can do it. Say Your cock feels so good in my slutty pussy. I love being called a worthless little whore. I take your big cock like a professional, sir.”

He returns to rubbing little circles on your hot, throbbing clit and that’s all it takes. Your cunt milks his cock as you cum around him. You can feel the wetness slipping down your thighs. 

Before you can come down for your high, his hand leaves your neck and grips your jaw, smashing your cheeks together and forcing your mouth open.

“Did I fucking say you could cum, you dumb girl. I told you to tell me how good it feels. Tell me!” His voice booms. His last words take on a supernatural deep tone. It has your mind clearing and fear taking control. 

“It feels so good! Your cock feels so good! I didn’t mean to cum; it just felt so good. I’m so sorry. Please, please don’t hurt me.”

He laughs loudly at your words before releasing your face, pushing your chest down into the sheets. He forces his cock impossibly deep into you. You’re screaming as he rams into you over and over and over.

“Don’t act all innocent now. I know you can take it, you dirty fucking whore.” His voice is loud as he talks over your screams. You’re not sure if they’re screams of pleasure or pain; probably both.

He brings his fingers to your clit again and you try to push them away. Try everything in your weak body’s power to get him away from the sensitive nerves, but you’re useless against him.

“Come on, baby. I know you can cum again.”

And you’re not  sure how you’re even able to, but you do. You’re screaming as you cream his cock; your knees giving out beneath you. You lay flat on your stomach and it doesn’t stop him–doesn’t even deter him for a minute as he continues his hard thrusts. 

You swear you’re going to blackout. You feel your vision start to black out around the corners before he finally stops. 

You lay in his sheets a trembling, crying mess. You’re sobbing deeply, wreaking havoc throughout your entire body. 

Your sobs slowly turn to sniffles and you finally open your eyes and look around. You’re still on your stomach and the man is still straddling your hips. 

“S-sir?”

“You can call me Chris, baby.”

“Chris?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I get up?”

“Can you answer a question for me first?” You hum in compliance to his question. “Did you find what you were looking for?”

You’re once again scrunching your eyes in confusion; an almost constant state for you. “I don’t understand.”

“You should be proud of yourself. You found me, baby.” He licks the side of your neck. You try to turn and face him, but his hand covers your mouth and yanks your head back. Baring your neck completely for him.

You scream into his hand as he bites harshly into your neck, drawing blood. Almost like he’s drinking your blood. Is he drinking your blood?

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New Roommate...wait what?

@historicbeing 

Laura is sitting in her room, feeling defeated. Her search for Betty has gone nowhere and she doesn’t know what to do. After hanging up the phone on yet another call to Silas that went nowhere, she groans in frustration. It is then that she hears a noise. Usually she wouldn’t care but maybe she’s jumpy because she turns toward the source of the noise to see that someone is entering her room.  “Who the hell are you?” 

She’s not in the mood for any nonsense right now. So she hopes this person will just tell her what they want and then leave. Because she can’t handle anything else. Especially not now. She’s too busy looking for Betty. And she will find her roommate. 

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The Card Counter

Welcome to me reacting to Oscar Isaac Movies (and other movies if people like these/if I just feel like it). I know nothing about this movie except that Oscar is in it and that's all I need to know anyway, let's GO:

The only reason I know Martin Scorsese's name is because he did Goncharov

I know nothing about gambling so I'm sure this will make zero sense to me

"I like the routine, I like the regimen" He's autistic, I've decided

Interesting to see his hair so straight, I've only seen it curly before

... Sir what in the hell did you do to your hotel room

KITTY

The eyebrow raise man...

Ok so I'm 90% sure this man is traumatized somehow. Jail possibly but likely somethin else, like what he got arrested for? Whatever that is

Oh my god it's Cyclops

Oh my god it's the Green Goblin

Oscar Isaac always plays sleep-deprived little meow meows

Jesus this kid has had a Life

Ya know how you casually suggest kidnap, torture, and murder

I'd quite like if Will became a father figure to Cirk, that'd be sweet. Reluctant father trope

Mr. Tell sir, I distinctly remember you saying that doing whatever it was with La Linda was a BAD idea

Awww he wants to help the kid!! Loving reluctant father Will

Dude could be a fuckin magician why is he gambling

Oh he is not. okay. Like at all. Didn't think he was but still.

If I knew how to play any of these games this scene would probably be a lot more anxiety inducing

"do you do anything else?" of course he doesn't, cards are his special interest, OBVIOUSLY

Something something Will and his drinks. Probably worth analyzing if I find the movie worth rewatching

He writes with a fountain pen interesting. Means he writes a lot, probably every day, you have to to keep the pen from drying out

I like the way they shoot the scenes in this place, with the fish eye? V interesting

Also this is absolutely horrifying

Probably not autism but actually PTSD but hey, who says he can't have both

Love a bloody little meow meow who feels so guilty he goads people into beating him up

This movie's music score is good

Haha he's nervous, he's fidgeting with the napkin. Worried about the kid

"What could be so bad" how bout torture and murder?

Also I figured out why he puts sheets all over his room and takes down the art. It's so every room he stays in looks the same. Likes the uniformity, routine, regimen, PSTD, autism, etc etc

Will in this grey suit.... I'm sure someone's made some gifs of it and I need them all STAT

"you live like this?" Hey That's The Thing Will Said Earlier To You

Oh shit he just yelled

Ya know I would prefer if we didn't torture the kid that was abused his whole life

Only 20,000 in debt?

Okay why is he so obsessed with this kids mom the woman abandoned him

"how'd you get him to do that" I was very physically threatening and probably gave him flashbacks of his father

Ik the whole hair swept back thing is his Look but he looks so much prettier with a few hairs out of place

OH SHIT FUCK CYCLOPS IS GONNA KILL THE GREEN GOBLIN

Shiiiiit this is gonna throw Will off his game so hard

PFFT DUDE JUST WENT BACK TO HIS HOTEL ROOM

Oh noooo, the kid got killed... Poor Will, he tried so hard to help him

He didn't even untie his sheets to take them with him

Oh shit he's in Goblin's house

Off to torture time!

Glad they're not showing any of this I didn't really wanna see the actual torture

Oh his finger is NOT secured to his hand okay

Damn he's turning himself in. Fair enough.

V interesting movie for sure! Not sure it's one I'll rewatch so there probably won't be any further analysis posted but it's definitely a movie Oscar did well in and has a good story!

[spookiekewchie]

Prove a Point

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Ransom Drysdale x black!reader

Summary: What happens when Ransom's words aren't taken seriously? He makes sure to prove his point to you, and the poor idiot that you had the nerve to go on a date with.

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Word Count: 4.6k+

Warnings: Ransom is bit dark and possessive in this one, kidnapping, potentially dubcon, forced cuckolding, oral (m receiving), drooling, fingering (blink and you miss it), Ransom's filthy mouth, unprotected sex (p in v), use of a knife, threats (not against reader), nicknames (sweetheart, ransom get's called daddy once), sir kink

A/N:  It's DAY FIVE OF KINKTOBER and I really wanted to revisit these two, the idea I had in mind really lent itself to some cuckolding sooooo here we are. This could be considered dark so pay attention to the warnings, and know that you are responsible for your own media consumption. Anyways, all mistakes are mine so pardon any errors or typos I'm sure I missed a few. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

You’d done what you promised yourself, you’d gone on your date that Ransom had made you miss. You’d had to take a sick day just to avoid the man, but in your mind it was worth it to not only inconvenience him but also do the exact opposite of what you knew he wanted from you. The only problem was that your date wasn’t going as great as you thought it should have been. For one Bryce looked a little too similar to Ransom for you to truly appreciate his good looks, and then there was the background. A rich grandfather, and a ridiculous inheritance that he was set to get when the old man died. God you could have rolled your eyes at how you just had to end up with the one man that not only resembled Ransom but also came from money and had a silver spoon shoved up his ass.

And just when you thought it couldn’t get any more insufferable a shadow fell over your table. You looked up, and there stood Linda Drysdale with a smirk on her face and looking like the cat that caught the canary. “Oh dear, I stopped by the office today and Ransom told me you’d called out sick. Maybe he was mistaken, because you certainly don’t look sick.” She looked over to Bryce then, a look of recognition on her features and a somewhat sour expression flitting over them. “Bryce.” It was a clipped greeting, and he didn’t seem too pleased to see her either. Whatever beef there was between them though you were determined to stay out of it, so when Linda finally turned on her heel to leave you didn’t question it. You did mentally kick yourself when you saw her fishing her phone out of her purse on her way out the door though.

She was probably going to call Ransom and tattle on you in hopes that he’d fire you. The woman never did like you, something about how much Harlan liked you, and enjoyed your company had her feeling threatened. The woman acted like you were trying to steal her father, you rolled your eyes at the thought and forced yourself to at least try to enjoy the rest of your date with Bryce.

Bryce who looked like a slightly younger, slimmer, and less experienced version of Ransom.

It was going to be a long night, and suddenly you were ready for it to be over.

Two hours later you were standing awkwardly at your car, attempting to bid Bryce a good night when you caught sight of a panel van pulling up, the door sliding open, and two men in all black rushing the pair of you. You didn’t have time to react before someone was hitting Bryce over the head to knock him out before grabbing you up so that they could throw both of you into the back of the van. You put up a fight until they wrangle you and tie your wrists and ankles, then came the blindfold and you had no choice but to sit still and hope that you’d be okay. Selfishly you didn’t care much what happened to Bryce, for all you knew he was the target and you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

It felt like an hour went by before the van came to stop, and you could hear Bryce groaning softly as he began to stir. You were carried inside of a building, walked up some steps, and sat on something soft, it almost felt like a bed and that gave you another reason to worry, you could hear Bryce nearby and had to assume that he was left in the room with you. Time ticked by slowly, and you tried to keep up with the minutes but fear was gripping you too tightly to focus. “What the fuck is going on?” You questioned to no one in particular.

“I don’t fucking know.” That was Bryce speaking and your head turned in the direction his voice was strongest in. “Hey are you okay? They didn’t hurt you did they?” He questioned, and it sounded like he was struggling with something.

“Of course they didn’t fucking hurt her, you were the only one they were allowed to rough up.” It sounded like someone new had entered the room. Bryce cursed under his breath, suddenly spitting insults as if he knew who was holding the two of you captive. It took you a second, but you realized that you knew this man’s voice and you scoffed, suddenly very confused and very annoyed.

“Ransom?” It couldn’t be, why the hell would he have you and Bryce snatched off the street like that, and why would he...oh wait. “Ransom you untie me right now!” You demanded, and you could hear the huff of his laughter and the shuffle of his steps as he neared you. Something cold and metal slid between your bound wrists and the sound of rope being cut filled your ears before you were able to move your hands. The first thing you did was rip the blindfold away, and then next was to untie your ankles in a rush. “What the fuck is going-” You shut up when he whirled around, a knife in hand and a glare on his pretty face.

“I thought I made it clear that you were mine, and that you weren’t going on any dates with this idiot.”

Your mouth went dry, was he serious? You’d honestly thought he was just talking shit that night in his office, but clearly you had misjudged just how serious Ransom had been. “Excuse me?” You snapped, flinching back when you heard the bitter laughter that rushed out of Ransom. “Ransom you can’t be serious, this is ridiculous. Just...just let us go, and we can all pretend that you didn’t have us kidnapped just so you could go on an ego trip and prove a point.” Even in the face of danger you couldn’t resist snapping at Ransom, and for the briefest of moments you saw amusement flashing in those brilliant blue eyes of his before they darkened.

“You really want to test me right now? I told you that you were mine, and I fucking meant it. You think I won’t slit this prick’s throat right here to show you how serious I am?” Ransom moved to stand close enough to Bryce’s bound form that all it would take was a slash of his wrist and Bryce would be no more. Eyes wide you jumped up from the bed, taking a tentative step towards an angry Ransom who was focused entirely on Bryce who looked a mixture of fearful and pissed off.

“Ransom…” Nothing. “Ransom, please.” Still nothing. You huffed, worry coursing through you that if you didn’t shift the brunets focus soon you’d have to be witness to a murder. Something you really didn’t feel like dealing with. Swallowing your pride you tried again, this time with a different name. “Hugh.”

That got his attention, Ransom’s head whipping towards you with a curious interest shining in his eyes. “You’re right, I shouldn’t be testing you right now.” He narrowed his eyes as you spoke, letting you step in close enough that he could smell the scent of your perfume clinging to your skin. “And I shouldn’t have gone on that date with him.” You conceded, watching as Ransom took a step away from Bryce and put himself more in your space.

“No, you shouldn’t have.”

“It was a waste of time, I realized that fifteen minutes in. All night long I was just sitting there comparing him to you, and thinking how I should have left the second I laid eyes on him. I was never going to fuck him, I already knew he’d just disappoint me.” You admitted, ignoring your own frustration at the fact that it was true and not something you had ever intended on telling Ransom. But it seemed to work, because Bryce was getting offended and the more upset Bryce got at your words the more Ransom preened knowing that in your eyes the younger trust fund prick just couldn’t compare.

“Put the knife down, and I’ll show you just how sorry I am for not listening to you.” Your fingers dropped to his hips, fingers slowly working to undo his pants while you leaned in to whisper against his lips. “And then you can show him why he can’t ever compare with you.” Predictably, Ransom let the knife fall to the ground so that he could grab you by the hips and yank you into his body. His lips claimed yours in a messy, possessive kiss that has Bryce angrily cursing at the two of you as he tried to free himself from the chair that Ransom had him bound to. It only got worse when your hand slipped down the front of Ransom’s undone pants to stroke him until he was hardening in your grip.

Ransom broke the kiss, chest heaving just slightly and his pupils blown wide with lust as he looked down at you with a wicked smirk curling onto his plush lips. “On your knees, sweetheart.” He ordered, tone soft and almost sweet in contrast to just how tightly and possessively he was holding onto you. You made to move but a strong hand caught your chin and forced your gaze back onto Ransom’s. “What do you say?”

It took you more strength than you knew you had to swallow your pride down even more and fix your mouth to say the words that you knew Ransom wanted to hear. “Yes, sir.” You bit out, dropping to your knees once he let go of your chin.

“Pay attention Bryce. Maybe you’ll learn something.” Ransom taunted, hissing out a breath a moment later when he felt your tongue dragging along the underside of his length. The brunet towering over you let his gaze drink you in as he finally got to experience what wonder’s your mouth could do other than cursing him out, and telling him every little thing he did to irritate you. Ransom found that he much preferred your mouth full of his cock, the feeling of you sucking shallowly at his tip already making him want to rock his hips forward to make you take more of him. He held off for now, letting you use a hand to stroke his cock while you reared back just enough to spit on it. The mixture of your saliva and his precum was spread over him by your hand while you took him back into your mouth, big brown eyes peering up to meet Ransom’s pretty blues when you moaned around him. For the moment Bryce was an afterthought, but you remained vaguely aware of his presence because of the angered struggling and the spitting of insults.

You weren’t sure what was angering the trust fund baby more, your words, Ransom’s taunting, or the fact the pair of you were ignoring him while making him watch the lewd scene. Honestly he should be thanking you, obviously Ransom had been ready to slit his throat just to remove him from the equation all together. It was your quick thinking that spared him. Internally you rolled your eyes, men were always so ungrateful. Either way, if Bryce were going to sit there and spit venom at you, then you’d just have to let him get a good look at what he’d never get to experience for himself.

You took more Ransom into your mouth, Your hand slipping from his shaft to cup his sack so that your fingers could tease and massage him. The strained curse that came out of his mouth would have made you smirk if yours were so full. Letting it serve as motivation you let your head bob further down, tongue flattening against the underside of his cock to make more room for him in your mouth.

“Damn, sweetheart. You’re doing so good that poor Bryce over there’s getting hard.” Ransom’s eyes left yours to land on Bryce, the smirk on the older brunet’s lips was nothing short of cruel as Bryce demanded to be untied. Ransom let him stay right where he was, reaching down to tangle his fingers in your dark curls. He bucked his hips against your mouth, making you gag in protest when you felt him threatening to breach your throat. You attempted to pull back, but Ransom’s grip on your hair loosened so he could instead press a large hand against the back of your head. He fucked into your mouth then, making you gag and drool around his length as he used your mouth as he pleased. You wanted to hate it, the whole situation was fucked and you knew that, but you could feel the way your pussy ached to be filled by him again. The fact that you could feel Bryce’s heated glare on you the whole while only made your clit throb, and you desperately wanted to slip your fingers under your dress to do something about it. Your fingers drifted between your legs, but the moment Ransom saw that he dragged you off of his cock with a hard pull on your curls. “No you don’t, you don’t touch my sweet little cunt unless I say so.”

You wanted to protest, but before your mouth could fire off some scathing comment he had it full again. Growling around him only served to give him more pleasure, and you just found yourself more frustrated. Your hands moved to grip against the fabric of his pants, your knees dug into the soft carpet as you squirmed and tried to alleviate some of the needy ache that you felt, it didn’t help and it left you groaning in frustration around the man’s cock. An ache started to form in your jaw, and you whined, reaching up with a hand massage his sack again, this time with every intention of wanting to make him cum so you could give your jaw a rest.

Ransom didn’t let you end things so quickly though, pulling you back again so he could take a moment to admire the mess of smeared lip gloss and drool dripping from your mouth and onto the swell of your breasts. “Fuck, look at you. You’re a mess, sweetheart.” Something about the way he said it was sweet and you surprised yourself with the burst of laughter that erupted out of you when you shifted your hand from his balls to grip around his cock and stroke him. You were on autopilot now, your own lust winning out over your ego and pride. You needed that ache to be filled, and if you had to play Ransom’s game to get that then you would. Never mind the pissed off trust fund playboy currently hissing at you about how much of a slut you were.

“I want you to cum in my mouth, please.” You didn’t bother hiding the needy tone of your voice, smirking at the calming breath Ransom had to take at hearing you. Leaning forward you gave his tip a few kitten licks before wrapping your lips around him again, and then, ever so gently you let your teeth graze over him. Ransom clearly hadn’t been anticipating such a dirty little trick from you, and the sensation sent him over the edge with a drawn out moan as his spend filled your mouth while you sucked him for every drop of it.

“Shit...open your mouth, lemme see.” He ordered through panting breaths, gripping you by the jaw. You opened your mouth, letting him see his spend coating your tongue, and made no protests when he turned your head to give Bryce a nice look as well. “Swallow, sweetheart.” And you do, licking your lips a moment later with a shrug at Bryce’s look of disbelief. His anger had worn off, and now he was just stewing and trying to figure out why he hadn’t gotten this side of you. “Aww, look at him. He doesn’t know if he’s horny or angry.” Ransom was taunting him again, and Bryce’s glare was back in full force, but the obvious bulge straining against the front of his pants confirmed that Ransom was right. “Imagine how pissed he’s gonna be having to sit there and watch me fuck you.”

One second you were on your knees and the next, Ransom had hauled you up and tossed you onto the bed with little effort. He stripped you out of your clothes, tossing them this way and that before all but ripping your bra and panties in two so that he could get his hands on your bare body. Two thick digits pushed into you without warning, pumping into you and making you writhe against the expensive sheets of Ransom’s bed. You already knew that he could take you apart, but this time he could take his time and he made sure to drag out the moment and not let you cum right away. It was torture for you, but it was also torture for Bryce to watch because the longer Ransom dragged this out the longer Bryce was stuck there impossibly hard and unable to free himself.

It was exactly what Ransom wanted, and when he made you cum around on his fingers he just couldn’t help but leave the bed to stalk over to Bryce so he could smear your essence over the other male’s lips with a cruel smirk. “Enjoy it you pathetic cuck, it’s the closest you’ll ever get to my girl’s pussy.”

You probably shouldn’t have found the sight of Bryce’s tongue darting out to try and sneakily lick the taste of you from his lips, but between that and the sight of Ransom undressing at the end of the bed you were too worked up to care. Biting down on your bottom lip you took the time to openly let your gaze rake over Ransom’s naked form. Those damn sweaters really did him no justice, you thought to yourself. “Damn...I really need you inside me.” You breathed out, eyes glancing over to a silent and fuming Bryce. “C'mon, show him how well I take you.” You’d like to say you were still just playing Ransom’s game, but there was some twisted sense of pleasure in making Bryce sit there and watch what he couldn’t have.

Perhaps you and Ransom were better suited than you wanted to admit.

Ransom grinned at your words, grabbing you by the ankle to yank you closer to him so that he could crawl over you and slot himself between your spread thighs. A glance to your left let you know that Bryce would be able to see your face clearly, and you could only assume that was exactly what Ransom wanted. You were willing to bet money that, that was the reason why Ransom took his time pushing into you and drew out the moment. That first feeling of his cock stretching you around him had your back arching off the bed, and your mouth falling open with a drawn out moan as you tried to angle your hips to make him sink deeper into you. “Feels good doesn’t it,” you could only nod. “See Bryce, you never stood a fucking chance.” Ransom chuckled, hips snapping into you to draw a breathless cry out of you before he set a rhythm that easily turned you into a mess of moans and begging for more.

It didn’t take him long at all to have you feeling that coil tightening in the pit of your belly again. You nails dragged down his muscled arms, your half lidded gaze meeting his own lust blown stare. You knew he could tell you were close, the way you squeezed and fluttered around him told him everything and you thought for a moment he’d make you beg for it. Instead he slipped a hand between your sweaty slicked bodies to slide his fingers against your clit. That first touch had you seeing stars, hips bucking under him though you weren’t sure if it was an effort to get away or to get more. “God…’m so close, please Ransom.” His fingers sped up, the quick circles he drew over your throbbing bud working quickly to make that coil in your belly twist until it finally snapped and you felt the intense wave of pleasure overtaking you.

Ransom’s hips stuttered at the feeling of you clamping down around him, forcing him to rut into you harder as he dragged out the moment of your release until you weren’t sure if it was the same climax or if it had blended into the next. He smirked, watching you pant and writhe for him before he finally let his fingers fall away so he could fall forward until he was hovering close enough to press his damp forehead against yours. “Tell him who you belong to, sweetheart.” He muttered. You knew you’d told him earlier that you’d had no intention of fucking Bryce, but it was like Ransom still had a primal need to show the other man why. You could hardly complain when Ransom was fucking you that good, and giving your body exactly what it craved.

You whined, head turning to the side to let your teeth bite down against Ransom’s flexed bicep hard enough to make him snap his hips into your harder. “Fuck...you do, you daddy.” You were too cockdrunk to even realize what you’d just called him, but Ransom and Bryce both heard it.

“You hear that you fuckin’ cuck, she’s all mine.” Ransom had said, aiming a vicious smirk at Bryce as he began to rail into you hard. “Daddy huh?” He returned his attention to you, only to find you too fucked out to even really hear him. “Think I like the sound of that.” He grunted, spearing into you harder as his pace grew more frantic the closer he came to his own release.

Everything was a dull roar in your ears, body simply riding out the pleasure and bliss until Ransom reached his end and filled you with his spend. He stayed like that for a moment after, resting a fraction of his weight on top of you while his cock softened inside of you until slowly he pulled out of you. He chuckled at your whine of discontent at his cock leaving you, but then he moved you again, turning you so that Bryce could see Ransom’s cum dripping out of your used pussy. “Take a nice long look Bryce, last time you’re gonna get to see my girl’s perfect little pussy.”

You were too tired to tell Ransom to quit it, and everything after that was a blur. You vaguely remember seeing Bryce being untied and shoved out of the room by Ransom, then there was something damp and warm between your thighs wiping at your folds. You thought it was Ransom cleaning you up, but you were too tired to investigate. Soon enough you drifted off to sleep, leaving Ransom to finish doing whatever it was he was doing before he finally settled into the bed beside you.

The sound of birds chirping annoyingly outside woke you in the morning, and for a brief moment you panicked when you didn’t recognize your surroundings. Then the events of the prior night began to flood in and you could only groan and drag yourself from the bed. Searching for your purse you grabbed it up off the floor and padded into the bathroom to pull out the travel toothbrush you had packed just in case. You were midway through brushing your teeth when you noticed that your makeup had been removed, and your brow furrowed in confusion. Why the hell would Ransom bother with removing your makeup for you? You shrugged it off, telling yourself that he simply didn’t want to get makeup on his overpriced sheets. After that you grabbed a quick shower, and after you’d dried off you went rifling through the man’s closet for a sweater to throw on.

You plan had been to find the kitchen, but something glinting on the carpeted floor caught your attention. You bent down to pick it up, realizing it was the knife that Ransom had threatened Bryce with the night before. A frown fixed itself on your face when you let it settle in your hand. It wasn’t as heavy as you thought it would be, and something about it just felt off. Curious, you touched your finger to the tip a couple of times to confirm that you weren’t losing your mind. Once you were convinced you stood and made it a mission to find Ransom. If the smell of coffee and sounds coming from downstairs were anything to go by, that's where he’d be. Quietly you crept down the stairs, following the scent of coffee until you were standing at the edge of the kitchen and staring at Ransom’s bareback while he stood there pouring the dark bitter liquid into a mug. Clearing your throat you did your best to ignore the fact that he was shirtless with only a pair of low slung sweats covering him.

“I was wondering when you were going to wake the fuck up.” He greeted, making you roll your eyes as you silently moved closer to him with the knife still in hand and hidden in the too long sleeve of his sweater. You said nothing back, still frowning at him and to his credit he had the good sense to look confused for a moment. Your hand lifted, pulling the sleeve up to reveal the knife from last night, and without warning you jabbed it into Ransom’s side repeatedly. He jumped, yelping in surprise before catching your wrist and ripping the weapon away to toss onto the counter. “That tickled, don’t do that.”

“Are you fucking serious, Ransom! A fake knife?!” He didn’t look impressed with your yelling at him, in fact he just looked smug. “Was Bryce in any actual danger last night?” You hissed, jabbing him in the side with your finger until he batted your hand away and gave you a shrug.

“No, but you gotta admit it was funny watching him so angry and helpless.” Ransom answered, laughing when you threw your hands up in the air in exasperation.

“God! I can’t believe you! I did all that last night thinking I was keeping you from stabbing him and the whole time it was a fake knife. You’re an ass, Ransom. I fucking hate you.” You didn’t hate him, unfortunately. But you were pissed and he wasn’t making it any better by standing there looking completely unbothered and absolutely confident that what you were saying was bullshit.

“Funny, just last night you were saying you were mine, and calling me daddy.” He pointed out, and your eyes went wide before you quickly grabbed up the fake knife again and jabbed him with it. You let it clatter against the counter top again.

“Well I didn’t mean it, it was said under duress because you’re a fucking psychopath.” You spat, and almost immediately you could feel the shift in energy in the kitchen. Ransom’s bright blue eyes had darkened, and his body had gone tense as he crowded you back against the counter to cage you in with strong arms.

“Careful, sweetheart." His hand gripped you hard by the jaw and his gaze locked on yours. "Unless you want daddy to spend the rest of the morning taking you apart and reminding you that you are very much mine.”

[waynedunlaptheorgandonor]

hey so “find me” dropped on premiere and i just watched it, so you know what that means??

it’s review time!

(super rambly as usual) spoilers under the cut

before i say anything, let me say, IT’S FINE, Y’ALL. as predicted. people are gonna be dramatic bc there are daryl/leah scenes, but like...we been knew? and some of them were rly important caryl-wise. (tbh, the episode was kind of boring and just a set-up for other stuff, lmfao)

okay, review:

opening credits, which i think most of us have already seen, were cute. obvi there was some weird tension with daryl that leads to the coming-to-a-head thing at the end, but their banter is still cute af

they went fishing and daryl’s reaction to carol was adorable, and there’s an important parallel later on, so bookmark this

similarly, there’s an important parallel to carol’s “the dead catch up to us eventually”/daryl’s “i ain’t gonna let it”, so bookmark that, too

dog is the instigator for the flashbacks, so if you wanna blame anyone, blame him. he races to the cabin, which for some reason daryl, who spent five years in this forest, seemed surprised to see? didn’t you literally map out that whole area, my dude? whatever

cue flashback!

i might have the scene order mixed up, but i think it starts with daryl being all sad by himself, and then dog as a puppy shows up and he’s like “!!! a dog!!!” which is v cute, and then he runs back off. we don’t meet leah yet

we see carol and daryl having a conversation while standing on opposite sides of a river for no reason except to probably symbolize distance or maybe covid, lol. the conversation basically goes:

carol: things are different

daryl: yeah

carol: how long are you gonna be out here?

daryl: -shrug emoji-

carol: i get why you’re out here, and i’d join you if things weren’t...

daryl: different

carol: yeah

daryl: yeah. anyway, it’s gonna rain, and also i’m having emotions, so ttyl

the end

at some point we see daryl sitting with an extremely unhappy face while it pours rain on him in the dark, and i want that as a reaction gif IMMEDIATELY 

also the rain destroys his “where in the world is rick grimes?” map, which makes him v upset and scream-y, and we get the idea that he might be going a bit bonkers being all alone looking for a dead (or, ig, kidnapped by helicopter) man

in present day carol finds the note, and is like “oh dunk, she lived here??” so she knew about leah, and daryl’s like, “i already told you everything,” and carol’s like, “no you didn’t,” so we go back to flashbacks (but i’m still not sure what parts carol didn’t already know?? whatever, it’s not that important)

i’m just gonna hit the highlights of the flashbacks bc they were not that thrilling:

first time daryl meets leah the dog leads him to her cabin, and leah ties him to a chair and holds a gun to his head being like, “what are you doing on my land?” bc apparently you can claim whole forests during the apocalypse, and daryl says very little, and eventually she lets him go

next time dog finds daryl and he brings her back and leah is like, “the dog likes you” and they’re kinda flirty, and then daryl says very little and leaves

next time daryl is surrounded by walkers and leah shows up and helps and they hide in a tree and are awkwardly close to each other and daryl cannot handle the close physical contact so when the walkers pass he says very little except to tell her to never come back again, lmfao

the next flashback is my favorite bc daryl just fucking

goes to leah’s cabin and throws a fish at the door???

i laughed for ten years

he throws a fucking fish and then stands there for a minute like “is she gonna notice that i gave her a fish??” like, no, dumbass, you didn’t even knock, you just threw a fucking fish at her fucking door, what is wrong with you??

no wonder it’s taken him and carol so long if he thinks throwing fish at people is a smooth move. boy has NO fucking game

anyway, leah gets him back by finding him and throwing the fish at his head, being like, “wtf, don’t throw fish on my porch?” which, fair, leah

IMPORTANT CARYL PARALLEL (from here on out known as “caryllels”) #1: so earlier i mentioned the carol fish thing, and apparently the same thing happened with leah, where she speared a fish on her first try and daryl was like “tf?” v blatant “we are supposed to be thinking about carol and daryl’s relationship during this scene” sort of thing

leah’s backstory is bland. had a family, they got eaten or disappeared or something. she, her adopted son, and dog’s mom got away, but the kid was bit, and died the same day dog was born, bc ig when god closes one door, he replaces your dead son with a puppy, or however the idiom goes

ONLY PART THAT GOT ME LEGIT EMOTIONAL: 

leah asked daryl who he lost, and he says, “my brother”

asklfdjaslfdjskl

god i miss rick

i hated rick for so long and now i miss him so much

but i digress

IMPORTANT CARYLLEL #2: leah and daryl have the same “the dead get you eventually”/”i ain’t gonna let it” conversation as caryl had earlier, only daryl is playing the role of carol in this scenario, so again we’re supposed to be comparing the two relationships. lemme get through the rest of the summary and then i’ll tell you my opinion on what that means

fuck what even happens next?

i have these out of order bc they were all the fucking same, but the two of them get closer, and there is the vaguest suggestion of sex ever. you literally only see daryl’s hand

then jump-cut to them sitting at the table being emo, ig bc daryl was gonna go back to look for rick for a bit, and leah is like “who do you belong with? your brother you won’t stop looking for? your family that you left? [side note: that seemed rather pointed, like, “hey hoe, you abandoned your family, that was kind of a dick move”] or me?” and he says he doesn’t know, and she’s like “yeah you do, now choose”

jump-cut to caryl scene where carol finds him at the river and says that she won’t be visiting as much, and daryl’s like “k” and they have a brief argument where daryl’s all snippy, like, “what? do you want my permission for you to move on with your life? i’m not still emo about the fact that you’re moving on with your life, and i also don’t think it’s contextually significant that every time you show up in my flashbacks you explicitly mention that you’re married and have a kid,” and carol is like, “bro, you need to Get Your Shit Together and come home”

jump-cut to daryl having what i’m assuming is an epiphany that carol/fam have all moved on while he was out being emo, and so he decides to go be with leah, except, plot twist! she’s gone. the picture of her and her son is gone, but dog is still there. daryl leaves the note, which says, “i belong with you, find me”

for those freaking out about the wording about the note, may i remind you that she specifically asked, “do you belong x, x, or with me?” so he was just answering the question

aaaaaand back to present day

carol is like, “what do you think happened to her?” and daryl is all -shrug emoji-, and then she’s like, “...do you think she might have just...you know...left?” and daryl gets rull offended, which was kind of funny

(she probably just left, bud)

carol tells daryl to stop thinking that when people leave it’s bc of him, and connie’s name gets thrown into the mix, and daryl gets a “oh here we fucking go” look on his face, and it sets him off

he said basically what we were already spoiled for. “you just want to run, you don’t know when to stop, i shouldn’t have taken you off the boat bc you still just want to run” etc

and carol looks fucking HEARTBROKEN, which hurt me, and she goes into the other room and we end the episode with daryl staring forlornly out of the window 

the end

okay

so quick analysis

i think the significance of this episode is supposed to be so we have an understanding of why daryl is suddenly so !teamfamily, and !teamfuture, and how badly he wants carol to be there with him. at one point, one of them even says, “this isn’t about leah, or connie,” or anyone but the two of them. the title “find me” feels significant, bc the whole episode is daryl grappling with where he’s supposed to go, and what his purpose is, and by the end, he says to carol, “i know where i belong,” (implying, with her and the fam), pulling us full-circle. in the first flashback onward he is lost, but by the end he is found -cue amazing grace-

daryl and leah were flirty, but to me it felt very much like something that was just being used as daryl character development. we barely got anything that juicy between the two of them (except the fish throwing thing, that was amazing), and i still don’t think that it would make any sense, regardless of the showrunner, to pair daryl up with some rando after having so many other choices that people would have preferred. i don’t think we’re meant to #endgame ship it, so much as we are supposed to be like, “oh, ok, daryl learned the power of family and stability and leveled up, -you know what that is? growth gif-” as a result, i literally have no idea what leah’s role is gonna be in s11, but i don’t think it’ll be a huge plot point

so now we firmly know where daryl stands. he is all about moving forward, not looking back, and doing the best he can, and he’s frustrated bc when he took carol off the boat he wanted her to be in the same place as him so that they could grow together, but she wasn’t and isn’t there yet

so my guess is that what’s next for carol’s storyline is her reaching that same zen-level daryl’s at

once they’re both there, then they get to ride off into the sunset and make passionate love under the moon casting shadows over the vast desert wasteland 

whew

anyway

tl;dr: idk, episode was fine, if not kinda boring. lots of caryllels. can i go back to writing my vietnam war au now? 

the end

(stay hype, stan kang, and get daryl to call carol sweetheart 2k21),

-diz

[curiosity-killed]

i am Not writing this

unfortunately the concept of a high fantasy version of TCP has kidnapped me and somehow now my brain is possessed by Dark Comedy High Fantasy AU that i absolutely am not writing

wordcount: 835 cw: major character death, discussion of death, brief mentions of violence

“You,” the cloaked figure proclaimed, “have died.”

Callebero paused a moment, considering that. Altogether, it wasn’t much of a surprise: Death had favored him for years and now it did not. All things considered, Jimar was likely a warning that he refused to acknowledge. As for the rest—well, he had no expectation of the afterlife to question.

The figure waited, as if expecting some response.

“You seem to be taking this quite well,” they said after a long moment.

The figure spoke with a strange metallic ring to their voice, inhuman, like the clash of two sword blades striking. Tilting his head slightly to the side in acknowledgement, Callebero straightened and gave a slight shrug.

“That last axe strike seemed like it would cleave my heart,” he said, “and then I fell off a high cliff into one of the most treacherous rivers on the continent. If the wound did not kill me outright, it seems reasonable that I should drown or simply bleed out.”

The details of the end were fuzzy, a blur that melded them all together until he couldn’t quite remember the right sequence. If it was a side-effect of dying or simply a result of battle haze, he wasn’t sure.

Despite their cloak hiding their face, the figure’s body language wasn’t indiscernible; they shifted their weight a little, discomfort in the angle of their shoulders.

“Ah. Yes,” they said. “That is, the axe strike split your ribcage and heart open, and the Haent sped you along. The exact cause is a little muddled, as you can imagine, but it was certainly either blood loss or drowning. Perhaps both.”

Callebero nodded, accepting the information. He wasn’t sure what to do with it in the moment and so set it aside for later consideration. Or not. Whatever happened next, it might not permit time for introspection and self-reflection, and he’d never been prone to it without cause.

“And now?” he asked.

He’d never thought much of what came after death. At some point, he would die and then that would be the end of it. The end of House Soko, of Anharad’s line, of his own small existence. It had always seemed to him the kind of blunt cut found at the end of a spool of thread. Once snipped, the line simply ended.

The figure straightened, growing somehow taller. They seemed to tower at the height of the statues of saints, looming and magnificent in the sea-deep shadow. Drawing their sleeves together over their chest, they seemed to tilt their head up and took a step forward. “Now, we have a task that you must complete before passing forward,” they declared. “In order to—fu—”

In their step, they seemed to misjudge the length of their cloak and tripped, stumbling forward with their arms swinging about wildly. The motion set their sleeves to flapping like a pelican’s wings, flying about so haphazardly that Callebero took a step back on instinct. Toppling to the ground, the figure landed hard on their back and lost the hood of their cloak. Revealed wasn’t the jackal head of death but a human face, grey-tinged and bone-sharp. Callebero stared. The figure blinked back at him.

“Fuck,” they said.

“You are not Death,” he said.

He wasn’t wholly certain, but between the graceless collapse and the face, they didn’t seem like the omnipotent and ageless chthonic god of Lancine legend. In fact— He paused, canting his head to the side and frowning down at their silver-edged hands where they peeked out of the too-long sleeves.

“You’re Valeris?”

The sword of death, the inevitable end of all, the most loyal and lethal of knights, stared back at him from the ground like a fish thrown out of the sea. After a moment, they exhaled and leaned forward, bringing their hands together in front of them.

“About that,” they said. “Death’s gone missing.”

##

Walking alongside them, Callebero frowned and started to reach toward his hip.

“It would be useful to have my V—” He froze, catching himself before the name could slip out of his mouth.

Valeris glanced once at him, an eyebrow arched, and he swallowed the words.

“I’m aware,” they said. “Flattered, of course, though it is a bit wanting in creativity, don’t you think? Naming a sword after a sword.”

Flushing, Callebero ducked his head and folded his hands behind his back. When he named his saber, it had been in honor of the legend he held most dear all through his childhood and adolescence. He had never imagined he would stand next to its namesake, much less be somehow conscribed into assisting them with this wild and impossible caper.

“I suppose I can’t say much,” Valeris sighed after a moment. “Being named after Death itself after all. A bit on the nose.”

Callebero hummed noncommittally, neither wanting to agree and offend them nor quite willing to disagree and argue the meaning that the word and its story had always held for him.  

[talkingismylifewrites]

I find myself wanting some OT4 quarantine parenting with Roger and John being Good Dads. Say one of the kids has chicken pox or there’s a bad flu going around and they have a houseful of children who can’t go out for a few weeks and between the schoolwork and the cancelled birthday party there are things to get frustrated about...

oh my god it would be hell on earth

let’s say it is the chicken pox

ha #1 (henry) and ha #2 (hannah) come home from preschool with a letter that says there’s been an outbreak and to look out for symptoms

“this will never happen to us,” thinks john confidently

SURPRISE

three days later HaHa are both spotted and feverish

roger had the chicken pox one terrible summer when he was seven, dom had it when she was four, and john when he was five

veronica, however, is pregnant with baby #7 (jupiter) and also never had it

“don’t you have like, five siblings?” dominique asks, squinting. 

ronnie shrugs, “we got lucky, i guess. ate a lot of soup.”

so ronnie gets her bags packed and is banished to garden lodge to spend two weeks quarantined with freddie and jim

it’s just john, roger, and dominique staring down the worst two weeks of their lives

literally

so HaHa are first quarantined to their room, which appears to work great, right? like just toss the twins-that-aren’t-twins in the same room, feed them soup and ginger ale, bring them to the bathroom for oatmeal baths when they itch

WRONG

it gets transferred to daisy

(how they honestly have no idea they thought they were SO GOOD about it)

so daisy gets like....two spots

really, like, the mildest case

half inch on her back, barely even itches, minor fever, she hides it well

BUT

she gives it to robbie, who in turn gives it to vera

this all happens in like......five days

vera is just knocked out with a fever, vomiting everywhere, she’s COVERED in spots, gets oven mitts duct taped to her to stop her from itching

robbie doesn’t have a bad fever persay? but he’s got the itchies and he’s DYING

so he and vera get thrown onto the couches in the den and they’re like covered in calamine lotion that dom has to reapply every 30 min 

she has an egg timer just for them

robbie had to be shoved into socks when they realized he was using his feet to itch at his pox

(“it’s almost impressive,” roger breathes, watching robbie hook his foot over his shoulder to itch his neck. “who knew he was that flexible?”

“he gets it from veronica,” john say sagely. )

their pediatrician HATES them 

“anOTHER kid?? another one. seriously??? how???” 

meanwhile, at casa freddie

veronica is feeling v guilty that she’s having as good of a time as she is

freddie is like oMG A BABY!! and is going haywire getting her anything she could ever want or need

veronica’s hungry? 

she gets an entire charcuterie platter just for her

(”does freddie know i can’t eat half of this?” she asks jim, nearly on the verge of hormonal pregancy tears.

“i’ll eat it, don’t worry,” says jim, pretending like he’s doing her a favor. 

jim loves charcuterie

“does baby want caviar????” freddie bellows from the pantry)

her feet hurt?? 

freddie himself is rubbing them for her with this excellent cream he bought in la, think it’s made with bulls testicles but its lovely darling

on day 6 of the nightmare, daisy wakes up with a nightmare and the only person who will soothe her is veronica

literally

no one else

john, roger, and dom are all cuddling her in bed, trying to get her to stop crying because its 2:17am and the other kids are all asleep but no

ronnie and ronnie alone will calm her down

so roger bites the bullet and calls ronnie

ronnie, who is sleeping star fished out with no one and nothing touching her for the first time in ten years, her back supported by fifteen pillows and the silk sheets/goose feather duvet, is awoken by jim shaking her awake

“who is it?” ronnie grumbles, pushing back the silk eye mask that freddie so lovingly let her borrow 

“mama?” daisy whimpers before descending into gut wrenching sobs

now, ronnie has been calling the kids every single day twice a day (breakfast and dinner) but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t miss them

she does

terribly

and she, too, starts tearing up as she shushes daisy, promising her it’s okay, no, scooby do doesn’t live in your closet, he can’t hurt you

it takes her thirty minutes to settle her down enough to go back to bed, and then another forty-five min for ronnie to stop crying herself

the next morning, she calls the other three and spends hours on the phone with each of the kids

even though kitty is only 2 years old and disinterested in anything other than playing with the chord

and that vera is still highly feverish and spends the entire phone call snoring in between furious boughs of itching

on day 8, HaHa are finally symptom free 

“it’s going to take us eight days,” dom says, dazed, slathering a fresh batch of calamine onto vera’s back. on the floor, robbie is making like a dog and wriggling on the carpet in the hopes that it will quell the itching 

“lord have mercy,” says roger, arms full of oatmeal as he rushes upstairs to where john had wrangled kitty into the tub

robbie manages to scab over, which they thought was great until they realize they shed

(roger pukes when he realizes it)

(the less said about it the better)

soon, all the healthy kids (daisy and haha) get stuck in one wing of the house while the others (robbie, vera, and kitty) get put in the other

roger, john, and dom take turns sleeping in opposite wings so that the kids are never alone

on day 10, vera’s fever breaks in time for her to experience a new round of blisters

(“can’t we just, i don’t know, knock her out?” dom asks over her crying. “might be more humane.”)

meanwhile, ronnie is depressed and missing her kids

phone calls just aren’t the same

so she escapes from garden lodge and runs away back home

knocking on the windows, she stands in the garden and waves to the kids, letting them open the windows so they can shout down to her

robbie, vaguely pink from the frankly terrifying amount of calamine lotion he’s been slathered in, hangs out the window

“mama!” he shouts. “i had thirty-seven scabs fall off today!! thirty-seven!”

“that’s wonderful, baby!” ronnie says, though she feels a little sick at the thought of it. “how are your sisters and brother?”

“mama, kitty broke my barbie and ha #1 threw up on my slippers,” daisy informs her from the other wing of the house. “daddy said shit when ha#1 threw up and then told me i wasn’t allowed to repeat it or tell you that he said shit....what does shit mean?” 

ha #1 gets a boost from roger to look out the window. ronnie waves back at him before frowning, squinting up at him

“roger, i thought henry was better? why is he covered in spots?!”

“he missed his spots so he used a marker to color them in,” roger hollers back, hiking him up high on his hip. “john thinks it’ll wash off in a few days.” 

ha#2 gets so excited at the sight of veronica that she runs right into the sliding glass door and fucking bounces off it

roger has to spend the whole visit soothing her and giving her one of the popsicles they bought for vera’s fever

meanwhile, dom is on the phone calming freddie down that “no, ronnie didn’t get kidnapped, she’s just visiting...”

john is holding kitty and having her wave down at ronnie while propping up a half-conscious vera who is immensely spotted and miserable, still wearing the oven mitts

which, in hindsight, is the kiss of death

turns out, john didn’t actually get the chicken pox at age five like he thought he did

JULIE got the chicken pox, and john spent the week at his grandma’s house getting fed ice cream and hobnobs

the next morning, the first spot appears

then another

and another

and before they know it

john is quarantined to the same wing of the house as vera, robbie, and kitty

“you’re an idiot,” dom sighs as she spoon feeds him chicken noodle soup while roger uses a cotton ball to spot calamine lotion on the worst of his blisters

“this is the worst thing thats ever happened to me,” bitches john, trying not to itch at his stomach

“papa, i don’t feel so good,” moans vera right before unleashing hell on the bedding

kitty and robbie heal up, and they advance to the healed wing of the house where roger spends his days enforcing naps (so he can nap) and playing monopoly

(he loses to robbie every round, even when he TRIES to win)

vera gets two more days in isolation before she’s deemed healthy, leaving just john to lay in quarantine alone, catching up on coronation street and his sleep

ronnie comes home after seventeen days bearing lots and lots of gifts for the kids

they all clamber all over her like puppies, each talking over the other as they talk about everything that they’ve done, what she missed, who had the most scabs (it was a tie between robbie and john), who threw up the most (vera), who had the highest fever (ha #2), and who ate the most oatmeal while in the bath (kitty). 

that night, she is the only one allowed to put the kids to bed, tucking them each into bed with a kiss and a story

by the time she’s done, robbie snoring into his pillow, she’s exhausted

after seventeen days of pampering, she’s almost annoyed at having to share a bed again

she didn’t realize how lovely silk sheets were, or how nice it was to sleep diagonal

and did roger always run this hot at night??

but then dom curls up close next to her, her hand on her bump, and roger fluffs her pillows before she goes to sleep

and john slips his leg between hers to support her legs and she realizes that she’s never slept better

(that is until ha#1 throws himself into the middle of the bed announcing that he’d peed himself and no he hasn’t changed his pajamas) 

[randomfandoms2004]

rYU SOO COOL screaming abt ep 24

the train’s still going!! (this’ll be my last Ryu So Cool for the summer TT)

what the fuck?  DRUNNS? oh jesus lowkey if that spear were real id be scared too

OH HEYYYY CANNOLIIIII

Dope freeze frames....

Huh? Kreon? wth? wha... hmmmm

Oh! OH?! HUH??? I-I MEAN OK???? BUT ALSO WHA??? i mean girl gotta be saying smth else bUT ok?

pFT ok... I- that was kinda weird, but humor. nice. Ui voice cracked???? anyway

huh? OTO!!! MY BBY!!! WELL PHRASING THERE ASUNA BUT waitwaitwaitwaitwait(x12373838) WHAT-

IS CANNOLI ACTUALLY GONNA WIN THIS TIME???? MAYBE??? *probably not BUT LEMME DREAM!* yeah oto i agree... his usual ‘missing a girl’ aint happening, id be sorta worried too Oh? Hey Asuna! I really dont think they’ll end up together, but id say Melt’s indulging her because Oto trusts him/well... likes him the most.

Damn... they really hyping him up with this huh.... please be a miss, PLEASE BE A MISS FOR THE PLOT!!

oh my god uwu for kou and oto BECAUSE 1) soft voiced kou, he’s very uwu 2) POUTY OTOOOOOO SO CUTEEEEEEEEEEE but also asuna acting well even tho she’s only in part of the frame is a NICE.

huh....this lady wants to be a patisser(spelling aint right but, just cake maker)? she’s looking for a boi to inherit the dojo for her?

Hears the word shinken,  Me: CHANCHANBARACHANBARA-

oh shit... he’s serious...OH SHIT LADY

anD BAMBS AND TOWA ARE HEREEEEEE kreon baiting them into fighting barehanded, me: bUT BRUH -remembers that there was probably a rule for only using sword v sword rules in knighthood- well- oh.

Oh hey! oH HEY SPARKLES! Damn Kanaro’s hand to hand is actually pretty good! Oto? Oh- aw..... that’s so cute....I lob her...

DETERMINATION! That’s the spirit, Sparkles! Also Oto still being ADORABLE AS FUCK  n e ways

aw gang... AW BAMBA... PFT TOWA CALLING BAMBS OUT ON HIS TSUNDERE BULLSHIT IS GOLD I LOVE IT loving the editing for this scene tbh... Toku’s really stepped up their game with newer tech

Fish? Move... like a fish? HUH! IT WORKED! GREAT MAN! oh...Oto must be so proud... baby <:)

IF THIS IS ACTUALLY A HIT I DONT MIND HONESTLY SPARKLES HAPPINESS WOULD BE GREAT Kou? Awwwww kOU~~!! That’s so sweet, YAY for rooting for your friend’s happiness!

OH MY GOD YES! HE NAILED IT! aw shit, of all times?!

What? NO! He’s fighting the monster! Nononono wait! THE HELL? WYZL YOU [bleeping noise] YOU FUCKING GOT ME THIS TIME WHAT(if had the real dad kidnapped this whole time, but seriously! if it was him the whole time I would’ve been extremely shocked!)

OH SWEET oh dfghjskaghsj IT WAS A MISS I-

OH MY GOD GHAJGHJKSHJKSHJS  OH MY WAIT-  OH SHIT OTO SGHJKDGHJSKSBN YESSS

Preview Time~

this is gonna be a fun minasaur, it’s interesting!

[bangtan-bi]

Silver lining

Being a modern nymph, you find yourself in all kinds of situations. This time, however, it’s a particularly fishy one and there doesn’t seem to be any easy way out of it. But you assume fate has thrown you a lifeline when you meet Kim Taehyung, a popular idol with eccentric taste, in a pet shop. Could it be more than a coincidence?

Chapters: [01] [02] [03] [04] [05] [06] [07]

Pets (07)

You had never slept better. Rich people's mattresses were no joke. You definitely had to invest in one when you got money. Of course, assuming you found money on the street, as you were a broke college student. 

Ah...

'But it's so soft...' You rolled on to your back and sighed.

'How much can I sell a kidney for?' You wondered. Was it worth it? Well, you could pend time in the comfy bed after the surgery so there was that.

Usually, waking up in a foreign apartment resulted in a much more panicked attitude. Right now, you would probably be picking up your clothes from the floor, sneakily dressing and tiptoeing out of the door. However, that wasn't the case when the bed was empty except for you, your borrowed clothes were neatly arranged on a chair and the scent of fresh ground up coffee was filling your lungs. Ah! And to think you could have been in a cold cell now, waiting for a trial! Life was truly strange.

As you got up, you winced. The cuts still hurt. Jin had done a good job, but he was no miracle worker. 

Yet, as your toes got immersed in a very fluffy carpet, it seemed like it had been worth it. Seemed. You still had to see about that.

You put on the clothes Yoongi had, surprisingly, lent you last night. He was the closest to your frame so the pants were just a tad long. You were grateful for them being baggy, as the boy was definitely skinnier than you. The shirt was also nice, even though you were dressed way darker than you used to. But you were obviously not complaining. You didn’t have many opportunities to be this fashionable first thing in the morning. 

'I wonder why's that?'

Well, it’s not like you tried that hard. Usually, when you had courses early dressing up was the last thing on your mind.You shrugged it off and left for the kitchen. 

In front of the guest bedroom you had slept in was J-hope's room. Music could be heard from inside, so you assumed they didn't have anything scheduled for this morning. You would have gone and asked him if he was alright after fainting last night, but you assumed that was crossing way too many boundaries. Letting you sleep here had been more than nice from them. Talking to you didn't have to be included. After all, you could have been a killer with great storytelling skills for all they knew. J-hope was probably scared enough of you already, and you didn't want to give him any more reasons for that. Sure, yesterday he might have "dozed off", as he excused himself after Jin slapped him awake, but you didn't buy it. Whatever, meeting a mythological being who’s got killing someone as their goal would sound pretty disconcerting to anyone. 

You groaned loudly as you headed for the living room.

What would you do now?

You had to return to your own life. To your apartment, to your major, to your weekly kdramas. Yet, after everything that had happened yesterday, your daily life sounded awfully boring. This whole experience had passed like a dream... Or a nightmare, at times. But you couldn't deny  meeting your favorite band was neat.  And sleeping in their house. And talking to them. And wearing one's clothes. You hugged your form clothed in Yoongi's silky shirt. Damn! It was so soft! Now you had to invest in a new mattress AND a silky shirt. Not the same as this one, of course. It could probably buy you a whole bed.

 As you entered the living room, you saw Taehyung sitting on the floor playing on some console. His back looked incredibly good in the t-shirt he was wearing. Wow. Could you also invest in one of these? You inhaled deeply. You meant the t-shirt. Of course. Why not.

You really needed a boyfriend.

'And a hot one like him.' Your subconscious added. 

You shut her up. You didn’t have time to be pinning after a pop star right now.

The blonde didn't seem to notice you entering, but right when you wanted to announce your presence... 

"It's definitely not ethically correct, you know, as it's essentially cold blooded revenge. But the premise is that it's committed as a reaction to another unethical act: the kidnapping. Yet, that can't be considered an excuse. Like, it's still murder. Also, we have to take into account the vindictive nature of the nymph species. I read about that last night and-"

"Good morning." You interrupted him, smiling as if you didn't hear anything. 

Namjoon was rambling as he ate whatever Jin was cooking. The elder didn't seem to listen to him, likely being focused on the ingredients he was handling. 

"Good morning!" Namjoon exclaimed abruptly. 

You had surprised him. 

Sure, he wasn't gossiping. He was just analizing the situation... Yet, he still felt embarrassed when caught in the act. 

"Pancakes?" He asked, redeemingly. 

Your morning got a hundred times better with just one word. Sure, hearing the rapper judge your intentions was a step back, but pancakes! 

"I'll have another portion ready in a minute. Those are already cold." Jin complained, stopping you from accepting the other member's offer. 

You had never been this hungry. You gulped as you took a seat and waited for the promised goodies. You hadn't eaten since yesterday morning, before you left for the park.

Damn! 

The park! Your clothes!

You were definitely not getting them back anymore... 

Fuck!

Your keys! 

You really needed those! The landlord was in vacation for another week. And sure, you could stay at your step mother's, but it would turn out hard to explain how you lost your keys. You were usually very careful. And you were so tired of explaining yourself.

You started to panic. Your phone was inside your apartment! What if they called you about the job you had interviewed for 2 days ago?! God, you really needed the money for some renovations. That apartment was a dumpster... And your notebooks! You had courses on Monday! Really early! And the Prof was a prick!

What to do?!...What to do?!

"What's up?" A deep voice could be heard above your internal yelling. In the seat next to you sat Taehyung, with his head resting on his arm. He was eyeing you from below his long eyelashes. V-neck shirt Taehyung.

"Fuck." You muttered, too absorbed by your crisis to think about how good the boy looked. You really couldn't have left a pair of keys under your entrance mat or anything?! How could you have been so stupid?

"You look worried." He continued, furrowing his brows. 

At that, you woke up. There was an idol in front of you, TALKING to you, and you were rather condemning your own stupidity than acknowledging anything he was saying. You really had to get your priorities in order.

"Did you not sleep well?" 

Was he an actual angel?

"Oh, no, no, sorry. I slept really well, thank you! It's just, I left my keys in the park and I really don't know how I'll get in my apartment. And I don't want to bother you guys anymore really, you were very kind anyway." You rumbled. He looked amused. Namjoon also had a soft smile on his lips as Jin sent him an indecipherable look. 

What was that about?

Anyway. You had our own conversation to focus on.

"I'll go look for them, right after this." You pointed at the pancakes Jin was placing with dexterity on a large plate.

You hoped you weren’t salivating.

"It’s not like I have other options...” You continued under your breath.

You really didn't. At least, not any worth considering. 

"I mean, even if someone stole my clothes, maybe they left the keys?"

You finished in a quiet note. Ah. You definitely weren't going into that apartment this week. You had to borrow a phone to call your step mother. At least announce her you were a failure before turning up at her doorstep.

"I'll come with you." What?

"What?" 

You weren't expecting that.

"To look for your keys. It's better in two."

Don't think about something naughty. Don't think about something naughty. Fuck! You thought. Well, the low tone in which he said that definitely didn't help. So, not your fault entirely.

You were clearly staring at him by now. 

You looked up, feigning  unaffectedness.

"Oh, sure. That's nice of you, thanks!"

You managed to get all of that out without your voice cracking. You clearly deserved a prize. Oh! Maybe your prize was going with Taehyung to the park... That sounded about right!

 Jin put a plate of pancakes in front of you and you thanked him. As you devoured the sweet breakfast, you were grateful. You were truly grateful that now, with your mouth full, you didn't have to talk anymore and risk saying something stupid. 

"You should change, though. I will give you a shirt. That one looks good on you, but it's quite transparent."

You choked. 

 Taehyung was amused. He was bored and you amused him. 

Easy. 

However, the logical part of his mind reminded him, at times, that yesterday you said you had to kill a man. 

Also, a you were a fish. Sometimes. 

... 

Oh...well. Nobody's perfect. 

And you were pretty and cute. 

And he had just volunteered to help you search for your keys, yet Namjoon and Jin were very obviously frowning at him. 

He sent them a look that meant "It's fine, I'm just playing."

They did not seem convinced. 

Taehyung sighed and got up from his seat. 'What happened to the "You're all grown men!" Jin resorted to when they didn't wash their dishes?!' he wondered. 

"We're free today, right?" He asked his elders.

They answered "yeah" half heartedly, watching the younger man leave. 

 "Come." Taehyung said, already in the hallway. 

You shoved half a pancake in your mouth, thanked Jin for the food and huried after the blonde.

Oh,  you had eaten way too fast.

As you took a turn, you saw him calmly walking towards his room. You followed and noted that he had a very nice back. And bottom. He was over all, very nice. Indeed. And, for a short moment, you felt awkward in this gorgeous apartment, walking behind this gorgeous man. Yesterday, you were  fan. Last night, you were an intruder. Now, you were walking to a member’s room without having washed your teeth.

But then it passed, and you were back at staring at his ass.

 However, despite how pleasurable this whole experience was turning out to be, you were curious. Curious why Taehyung was doing what he was doing when around 9 hours ago he heard you say you wanted to kill a man. It truly intrigued you. That whole storytelling thing worked out better than expected, as they pretty much pitied your situation. And it was clearly better than calling you crazy.

After J-hope fainted, some shocked faces didn't seem like that bad of a reaction, really. Sure, you weren't paying that much attention to them: You were too busy shaking the passed out boy. So, maybe their expressions were worse than you glimpsed.

"That's a joke, right? It's not very funny." You remembered Jin pointing out. He seemed dead serious, so you did whatever someone in your position would have done.

"Yeah, it's a joke. Hahaha. Can't believe you guys fell for that." You laughed, unconvincingly. It was a stupid thing to do, you weren't denying that. You could have actually tried to pass it off as a joke. Yet, you didn't feel like lying to them. They had been civil with you. Mostly. 

"You sure?" Yoongi asked, as you predicted he'd do. 

"No." A pause. For good luck. You were going to be honest with them. And for that, you needed luck. A shot of vodka would have done the job too, but it was quite inappropriate to ask for one now. 

"I don't really know what I'm going to do." You confessed.

"I don't want to kill someone. Of course I don't, I'm not a psychopath." 

You hoped they believed you.

"But I feel like I should avenge my mother in some way. I don't know if that's what she would want. You see, I didn't know her that well, since I was five when they took me away. Yet, a part of me, that feels kind of foreign, is screaming revenge. And I think he deserves it and I can't stop but feel guilty about actually wanting to hurt him. And there's just me, who cried for 3 hours after accidentally stepping on a cat's tail."

You sighed. 

They stared. 

You felt uncomfortable as fuck. 

They kept staring. 

Maybe you should have just let them think you were a psychopath.

You sighed. 

Still, silence. 

Oh, well, you checked sharing your feelings off this lifetime's bucket list. 'There goes something I won't do ever again.' 

And then, Namjoon got up. He took the wet cup from you and held your hand in his large ones.

"It's alright." He mumbled.

He took a deep breath, looked right at you and continued.

"I don't want to tell you what you should or shouldn't do. It's just... What happened to your mother is not your fault. At all. So by trying to hurt him, try not to hurt yourself more.Don’t force yourself to be someone you aren't." 

And then, he half hugged you and you felt fucking blessed. His words had touched you pretty deeply. Sure, hadn't convinced you. You weren't blaming yourself for anything. Even if he'd been genuine, he was a bit off the mark. You weren't blaming anyone but your father. And fate. And the other factors... 

'At least I think not.' you mused. 

Also, you didn't want to cry and shit. You liked your almost badass vibe.

But, at that moment, Yoongi offered you some clothes to sleep in and to wear the following day and something inside of you cracked. 

Why were these guys so damn pure? 

 And all that brought you to this point, inside of Taehyung's room, leaning awkwardly on the door while he was looking inside his closet. 

"Hmm... Maybe this will fit?" He was thinking out loud, and you would have deemed it cute if he wasn't holding a very lacy shirt.

"I don't think that's meant to be worn in the park, while I'm fumbling in the grass for my keys." You indicated, sarcastically.

He sent you a very sharp look.

You raised your hands defensively.

"No offense, though!"

He raised an eyebrow. 

"Then I'll wear it." He said, as an ultimatum, before he reached to take his t-shirt off. 

'Yes!' Something inside of you screamed. 

"Wait!" You told the blonde before he could undress himself.

He sent you a questioning look. 

You turned around and heard the clothing roll off his body and fall to the ground. What was this? Sure, you didn't mind the show, but yesterday you would have been just another crazed fangirl. Now he was undressing in front of you? This was going from 0 to 100 real quick. It didn't seem natural. 

"At least let me turn around, God... " you mumbled, facing the door. You heard him walk towards his closet, probably shuffling for pants. 

"Does it bother you that much?”

You wouldn’t say bother, but still. Yet, he didn’t let you answer.

“It wouldn't be the first time you see me taking my shirt off though, would it?" 

Huh? What was he-...?

Oh!

Ohhhh....! 

So that's what it was all about. 

"I was a fish! You changed in front of me!" You retorted. 

As you heard him zipping, you guessed, his pants, he stepped closer to your form.

"But you watched." His deep voice vibrated close enough behind for you to feel intimidated. And a bit hot. 

You felt his warm breath prickling at your skin. 

Okay, maybe a bit more.

You couldn't deny Taehyung gave off an awfully sexual vibe. Particularly when he used that tone of voice. And you couldn't deny it did things to you. He seemed like the perfect person for a Naiad with a high libido. But you had to remind yourself who each of you was. He, an idol from one of the biggest k-pop bands of the moment. He held concerts, photoshoots and had people paid to fan him when he got hot. You, one of the people who had him as your phone's wallpaper. The conjuncture never resulted in these two people saying more than some passing words to each other. Yet, here you were. And you knew he was untouchable. 

You didn't know, however, what to say back right now. Or if he wanted you to. 

You heard him move away and, next, the atmosphere was shattered by a shirt landing on your head. You heard a chuckle and instantly turned around to see him sitting on a very comfortable looking bed. He winked, with a smirk on his face. 

"Just kidding. Don't get so worked up." 

... 

'Tease!' 

 Namjoon sneezed. Jin looked at him worryingly. Something bad was happening. 

 The weather was...good. The park was...nice. You felt... really uncomfortable. 

There was something about walking next to an idol of Taehyung's popularity that made you nervous. Maybe it was the eminent vibe he was giving off even with his face covered by a face mask and cap. Or maybe it was his height. Who knew? You looked behind to see he had stopped on the bridge above one of the fish ponds.

Whatever.

Point is, something about him intimidated you.

Yet, that feeling was quickly gone when he leaned over the handrail to look at the fish swimming underneath. How could someone go from cool to cute this quickly? He looked at you, smiling with his eyes and beckoned you to come closer. As you joined him on the bridge, you thanked God he did not actually wear that lacy blouse to the park. People would have been staring. And you liked your diy disguise. It made you feel like an important person, a celebrity even. These days you had to make up a famous persona. 

Truth is, both of you were pretty unrecognizable. You had borrowed a face mask and some sunglasses from Namjoon, who still didn't look entirely happy Taehyung was coming with you the park. And even if the blonde exuded nobles through every pore, you looked like an average couple taking a stroll. A couple that didn't like the sun very much, sure. 

"Aren't they beautiful?" He was attentively following the koi fish’s below fluid movements. 

You had almost forgotten this man was a singer, but you were reminded every time he opened his mouth. His deep voice was weirdly both soothing and erotic at the same time, a combination you never thought you'd be into until you met him.

"You like fish?"

Way to go. He had just told you they were beautiful! 

"Assuming I tried to buy one but ended up with you." He chuckled. You felt mildly offended. 

He must have seen your presence waver, because he continued. He took his face mask off so you could hear him better.

"Just kidding. You don't meet a Naiad everyday, so you're more interesting than a fish. Do you have any pets?" 

Okay. Normal conversation. Don't fuck up.

"I used to. I mean, I grew up around lots of animals. Fish, turtles, so many birds..." You were looking at the people passing by, hoping they wouldn’t recognize Taehyung and interrupt your conversation.

"But once I came to Seoul I was way too rebellious against the people that took me from my mom to be thinking about anything else. After my dad left I wanted a dog, but my step mom is allergic. So I guess I never really had a pet. You?"

He lifted his gaze from the water and his eyes meet yours. Their tenderness surprised him. You hoped he didn't pity you. Sure, pity had saved you the last night, but you weren't a fan of it.

"I have Yeontan. He's a pomeranian and so tiny." He lifted his hand for comparison. 

"He's just a bit bigger than this." 

Taehyung's hands were the size of a small dog. You didt’t know what to make of that piece of information. It was kind of amusing that he could pet the dog in just one stroke, though. 

"I don't see him much these days since we're pretty busy. This weekend our manager let us relax, but usually we aren't home that much. We also have tours or periods with lots of concerts when it's hard to take care of a dog. You can barely take care of yourself." 

He was charming even when he talked about his dog. Good God. 

"Why don't you hire someone to look after him? That way you could see him more often." It seemed only logical, they definitely had enough money. 

"I don't like the thought of leaving him with a stranger, you know? So he's at my parents'. Actually, that's why I wanted a fish. It's easier to take care of. Sure, you can't pet it, but hotel rooms get lonely at night."

He sounded kind of sad and it almost broke your heart.

Now you started to understand what these boys' lives were like. Yeah, they were filthy rich. However, they couldn't commit to anything. Their schedules didn't allow it.

You couldn’t imagine how living with so limited freedom was like. It definitely wasn’t your type of lifestyle. And they were so young when they started this... Did they even realize what they were signing up for? Was all the Gucci worth it? 

Yet, just when you wanted to ask Taehyung that, he smiled and locked his eyes in yours. Then, he whispered. 

“But, you know, fish are very pretty.”

Then, he winked. And you forgot what you wanted to say.

A/N: hey guys! sorry for the wait! i started school and waking up at 6 am is driving me crazy. i just nap all day. anyway, tell me what you think about the chapter! 

also, where are you guys from? have you started school or college?

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Episode 7: The Rich Boy

So if my predictions are on track, everyone will want a friend available to hold their hand this episode, but especially next episode. This is your early warning detection system Fwee working just for you. Pick a calming friend.

*hysterical laughter* THE MUSIC. Shorter, my love, please. I die without oxygen.

Ibe popping out at the last second to take this snapshot is the cutest thing. Weh.

Shorter, no. Are you taking pictures of her. That’s rude. Also, what’s with this bizarrely off-model hands-and-arms action going on, Mappa???

That poor lady.

Please have some pity, Ash. He was in a very emotionally taxing custody battle over his son and now you are all heading to his ex-wife’s. And Jessica is to be feared and respected.

I’m awful and I’m laughing so hard at the fact that Max nearly hurling is what causes the car to careen away from the lady. Good job, Max. Stop Shorter from being skeevy.

*cries* Eiji and Ibe are so cute in this. My heart.

Holy shit, Jessica, your house is gorgeous. I want to live in a house like that. And in the LA area. 

Y’all are heartless. Poor Max. At least offer him a bottle of water. His poor nerves.

*screams* IT’S MICHAAAAAAEL.

My heart. Max’s happy face at seeing his son. Q vQ <3

THIS IS EXACTLY MY FEELINGS.

JESSICA PLEASE. GUNS ARE DANGEROUS AND YOUR SON IS NEAR YOUR TARGET.

Just gonna casually slide these panels in:

Truth in television: most child abductions are by family members (particularly parents if they are separated).

I’d hide behind the car too. Look more worried, Ash.

*cackles at Max’s face*

*even louder cackling*

I love Jessica.

Fair enough.

Max’s adopted kid and his biological kid: side by side.

They tactfully left this conversation out. = u= Poor Michael.

My heart. You’re such a good child, Michael.

ASH. WHY. LOOK AT IBE AND SHORTER’S FACES. 

Have I mentioned how much I love Jessica.

The phone book interruption is marginally better than asking for mustard. @ v@

Oh, Ash. My heart. Why the lighthearted music, this is actually super painful

*clutches chest* This is super rude. Q AQ

Apparently they don’t discuss Abraham with Jessica, huh.

Max, Jessica’s gonna knee you in sensitive bits if you keep that up.

*cries*

Usually I’d be blowing kisses at Mappa, but all I can think about is I want this house, I could have some dogs run free in the front yard.

Shorter, why do you walk like this. You’re gonna kill your back. 

*cries over their protective stances* Sweet children.

*high pitched distressed noises*

I always forget this line. Personally, I never found them very similar. Looks or otherwise.

*screams* STAY HIDDEN ALEXIS, STAY HIDDEEEEN.

They also totally cut out an additional scene in NY with Charlie and Jenkins.

I really love how they don’t bring up Ibe or Eiji, since they both, without a doubt, know that they’re in violation of their visas. Q uQ You’re good people, Charlie, Jenkins.

I LOVE JENKINS SHOWING OFF HIS DETECTIVE SKILLS. Q vQ <3

SHORTER WHY MUST YOU STAND AND WALK LIKE A YANKEE STRAIGHT OUTTA SOME 80′S MANGA. YOU’LL HAVE BACK PROBLEMS BEFORE YOU’RE 30.

*cries* I really do have a type when it comes to favorite characters. Yankees.

Eiji is so impressed. I miss the scene where Ibe and Max are the ones astounded. Good ol’ 80′s.

Criminal geniuses, Max please. Eiji isn’t one.

*cries over how much Ash trusts Shorter* I love these two so much.

GOOD INSTINCT!!!

VERY GOOD OBSERVATION, ASH!!! That’s why you’re the boss.

...of your own gang.

BULLSHIT. I’m clumsy as fuck. I’m like a bull in a china shop. *cries* I will never be called twinkle toes unless it’s an insult.

Bless you, Shorter, for being an inelegant asshole as well. 

Nooooooooooooooo. They cut so much ooooout. But, fair enough. More time for better things later!!!! (Please keep in my two favorite scenes, please!!!)

He had to meet some friends. *emotional*

I LOVE THIS SCENE SO MUCH. Sassy asshole Ash is always my favorite Ash. u vu <3 <3 <3

Eiji is basically Daphne. He finds all the good clues.

Which makes Ash Velma, since he puts those clues to good use. u vu

AWW LOOK AT THESE TWO. They’re gonna develop their own high five. Please give me a scene where Eiji and ash also have their own secret thing. Maybe a handshake that involves hip-checking. Please. 

Look at a certain someone about to spontaneously combust with envy. That’s totally the face of envy and not... outright confusion.

Holy shit, Prof Dawson. Still using XP! 

Nope. It truly isn’t. 

*whispers* Essentially, Nanner Fish is primarily shrooms and LSD.

Prof Dawson, who keeps notes like this. Please revise your notes. At least add commas. And work on formatting. 

*blows kisses at Mappa* Marry me.

This answers my giant question I’ve wondered about for years. Hong Kong, huh. No wonder they spell their last name with Lee. I’ve always wondered why a clan part of the Chinese mafia would use Lee instead of Li.

Hong Kong is one of the few places (besides Taiwan and Macau, I think?) that uses that variation. (ANWAYS, back to the Nanner Fish anime...)

Shorter. Please. Your back. Just take the phone from him, look at it, and return it.

Oh, my heart.

THIS IS NEW AND SO FUCKING RUDE. EXCUSE YOU. *crying* Shorter without his sunglasses. I’m crying. Nadiaaaaa.

*ugly bawling*

FUCK.

*screaming*

*uncontrollable sobbing*

Sonny... Q AQ

Fuck you.

TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF HIM.

(Don’t look at me. I’m fucking. Nooooo.) 

Ooooh, I like this change. Instead of switching between Max-and-Ibe and Max-and-Ash, it just starts with Ash and Max working on the Nanner Fish research together. Nice.

Ooooh, is this a callback to the vivisection password?

*noises* Griff.

*whispers* Papa Max. I don’t care what anyone says. I like to believe that Max guilt-adopted Ash as a son in his heart. He meant to think of Ash as a baby brother, but paternal instincts are strong.

Listen to Max, Ash. Please.

*distressed dying manatee noises*

*loud wounded hippo noises* Just leave me to die.

My heart... *lies drowning in endless sea of salt and tears*

They’re really trying to make him so much more sympathetic in the anime. He was a lot more aggressive and confrontational in the manga. A sample:

*cries* Max...

I tried so hard to get a nice picture, but it was panning so quickly every one of my gyazo shots were blurry. God. How much did this kill Shorter?

CMSKDLFJOIEWJFLDSKF. FUCK YOU.

*HIGH PITCHED SCREAMING* YOU ARE TOO GOOD, TOO PURE AND THE LEE CLAN TOO CORRUPT AND CRUEL. 

SHORTEEEER.

FUCK YOU WITH THE LARGEST BASEBALL BAT WITH THE RUSTIEST LARGE NAILS HAMMERED INTO IT. HOW DARE YOU MAKE IT A RACE THING. ESPECIALLY IN THE 10′S. FUCK YOU.

CMLKSDMFLSDF. YUT-LUNG. FUCK. *cries over the opening* 

MAPPA YOU ARE SO UNBEARABLY RUDE.

Please. Just kill me now.

*cries* I’ve always loved this lovely mood whiplash exchange. I prefer the manga version of it, though. It’s more... slapstick?

Poor Sonny. Q nQ

Why would they put the mark there. That’s not easy to conceal. 

I think they should’ve stuck with the bracelet. Yeah, someone could steal it, but still a lot more subtle than a huge black dragon tatt on Yut-Lung’s neck.

Yup. *sigh* Sadly...

*whispers* And this is why, no matter what people say later on, why I will always hold a grudge against Yut-Lung. Shorter...

Consider this: No. Fuck you.

Oh, my heart. Since Shorter made the comment that Yut-Lung looks like Eiji... I wonder if this is why he makes that comment. Because... Because...

You’re a kid too, Shorter...

*whispers* This is important.

*continues to stage whisper* Also important.

I love the effort Mappa put into all the details. The strangely Chinese-esque artwork hanging on the wall considering this is Alexis Dawson’s house and he’s not connected to the Lee Clan.

Good job, Ibe!!!

Especially since the anime doesn’t bring up your visa status.

m so glad Ibe doesn’t have to fully entertain the notion that he might just have to kidnap Eiji (and how he’ll have to do it). Bless Ash for volunteering earlier.

Poor Ibe. Eiji, you’re gonna make him age 30 years in 3 months.

Also, bonus Max being hot-headed and totally not reading between the lines.

*cries* That’s not true, Eiji! You helped solve the computer’s password! ...In the manga...

YEAH. AND THAT. I totally didn’t forget. *sweats*

*strangled noises* Ash...

What about Shorter. Q AQ

Excuse me as I curl in the fetal position, crying about letters and mountains and leopards and how everything about this is so much more painful in hindsight. 

Eiji... I just... *aggressive hands* All these feelings and nothing I can do about anything.

On one hand: I like the art direction taken.

On the other: Why you gotta be like this, Yut-Lung?

*whispers* They left this out. Truly toning down Ash’s tsuntsun nature.

Every time I read these panels, all I can think of is Shorter internally screaming for Ibe and Eiji to get away. To fly to Japan and never come back. 

If y’all have your friends on hand like I suggested... lucky you.

@freykugel​...

Because I’m in pain...

I love how Max has a higher EQ* than he does in the manga. He truly misses a lot of emotional cues that he doesn’t in the anime.

I miss Max rubbing it in, though. Manga Ash was a lot more emotional and hot-headed. Until...

...

*really fucking loud crying about epilogues*

I really appreciate how much emphasis is put on Max’s guilty conscious in the anime. My heart. 

Cmkalsfsadfljkasfd. NO. Yut-Lung. Just. No. NOPE.

I’m sad they cut out my son’s snark, though.

Rebel! Rebel in every tiny way possible, Shorter! No matter what happens, what anyone says, I know you tried. And I’m so proud of you.

There’s a very valid reason why...

Cmkalsdmflasfd. I just want to see his eyes. I want to see Shorter’s face after he’s been order to commit another betrayal.

God dammit, why do you have to live a billion miles away. I seriously need someone who knows what’s about to happen to be close enough to hold my damn hand already. *weeps*

FUCK YOOOOOOOU.

CMSDKLFMLSDF. FUCK YOU SO MUCH, YUT-LUUUUUUNG.

HOLDING NADIA HOSTAGE.

Oh god. Seeing Shorter’s eyes doesn’t make this better. Cmklsamfdlsafd.

Ohmg, yes!!! They kept this bit in!!!

(How dare Mappa add this expression. How dare they try to make me sympathize with Yut-Lung any more than the manga already tries. How dare.)

This is so much worse than I ever thought it could be.

Shorter.

WHY DO YOU LOOK SURPRISED. WHY.

*strangled sobbing* I wonder if this is a reason why... Yut-Lung obsesses so much... about... 

*intense feelings about Yut-Lung and his feelings towards himself and his family*

Why add this totally unneccessary scene about Yut-Lung noticing Shorter’s tears, Mappa you bastard. *cries*

The same scene in the manga because I’m emotional and I’m totally not biased for Shorter and hoping people don’t start dumping my boy in the trash... Honestly...

(I live in constant fear...)

THIS IS SO CRUEL. 

I’m so torn between: EEE! Michael with his surprise present (that didn’t show up in the manga! Since there wasn’t an excuse of “It’s Michael’s birthday”). Cutest child to ever cute.

But also: Fuuuuuuuck. I was secretly hoping they’d get off scott-free since Jessica doesn’t know anything about them heading to check out Dawson’s house. Whyyyyyyy.

Why you gotta be so observant, Jessica. Q vQ

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Nonono. No. NOOOOO. 

I said NO.

SOMEONE SAVE THEM.

Lay me to rest. Play If I Die Young at the funeral and send me off like like Going Merry. I’m done.

I’m not quite sure how they’re handling the pacing, especially since it seems like my projections are a little off. Still so worried how they’re gonna fit 19 volumes in 24 episodes... especially since it looks like The Episode I Fear the Most won’t be happening next episode like I originally estimated but episode 9 instead...

*Emotional Quotient: google it if you’re curious

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Need You Now

Part IX (of X) - Don’t Let Me Down (Part 1) (Part II) (Part III) (Part IV) (Part V) (Part VI) (Part VII) (Part VIII)

Pairing - Peter Parker x Reader

Summary - Being Tony Stark’s daughter isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. For one, I didn’t want to be in the first place. My normal life was just fine, thank you. Two, there are freaking superheroes all over where I now live. There’s never any privacy. Three, everyone expects me to be this amazing genius and go to this fancy school and do incredible things. I just want to watch Star Wars and write Harry Potter fanfiction. Also, I hate Math.

A/N - Next to last chapter guys! We’re almost at the end of my first series and this chapter is a monster one. I hope you guys enjoy.

Warnings - Violence, language, blood, and then dare I say, a little fluff?

I wanted to laugh. I’m not sure if it was from the ridiculousness of her statement or the stress of the situation. “Wow . . . and I thought I had seen the craziest of the crazy on the subway.” I said. “I guess I was wrong.” 

“Oh really?” Justine said, stalking closer to me. “What’s so crazy about it? It’s not like you wouldn’t benefit from his death, and what exactly has he done for you?” She asked me. 

“You really think I’m shallow enough to be tempted to kill my Dad for money?” I asked, raising my eyebrows at her. 

It was silent for a few moments, but I met her gaze steadily. I had no idea where this courage was coming from, but I knew there was no way that I was killing Tony. Sure, we had our problems, and yes, he mostly just saw me as an inconvenience, but he was still family. Pretty much all the family I had left. Not only that, but he was Iron Man. The world needed him a lot more than it needed me. 

She never looked disappointed though. That smirk stayed on her face every second that she looked at me. “I was hoping we wouldn’t have to resort to Plan B.” She fished out a photo from her pocket and tossed it in my lap. “It’s too bad. He’s a cute kid.” 

The picture was blurry, as if taken from a distance, as well as through a window, but it was pretty obvious what it was. It had been taken at the party a few weeks ago. Peter and I were slow dancing, me tucked under his chin and a soft smile on his face. I jerked at my restraints angrily. “You keep him out of this.” 

“He’s already in this darling.” The man said. 

“You’re going to have to chose which you’d rather save. The man who took everything from you, the not so innocent Tony Stark, or the man who could give you everything, innocent Mr. Peter Parker.” 

My hands shook as I looked down at the picture. That was an impossible decision. How the hell was I supposed to choose between Tony and the boy who made me feel at home? 

I wasn’t going to. 

“Tony did something so terrible to you . . . you would hurt an innocent person just to get back at him?” I asked in disbelief. 

“Tony Stark ruined my life.” She hissed, her hands tightening on the arm rests of the chair I was tied in. “The name Hammer used to mean something. My father was an idiot that dug the grave, but Tony Stark put the nail in the coffin. With him gone and nothing but an idiotic daughter who obviously didn’t get any of the Stark brains, Hammer Tech will climb back to the top where it belongs.” 

I shook my head. “I’m not going to kill my Dad, and I’m not going to let you hurt Peter.” 

She just laughed again, making me hate the sound more and more with each passing second. “It’s almost cute how you think you have a choice. Either you kill Tony Stark, or we’ll go get Mr. Parker from his little apartment with his Aunt in Queens and inject him with this.” She played with the vial once again. “Do you know what this is?” 

I didn’t respond, not wanting to give her the satisfaction. She kept on talking anyway. 

“This is a toxin. First it’ll make him pale, cause his temperature to rise. Then he’s going to start coughing. Over and over until his throat is so raw it’ll bleed.” I couldn’t help the shiver that racked my body at the images of Peter, my Peter, she was putting in my head. “After that he will, quite literally, vomit his guts up. It’s not pretty.” 

“And you’re going to have a front row seat to watch.” The man added. 

Oh God . . . how could I watch that? How could I sit here and watch Peter suffer through all that because of me? Tears pricked at my eyes. “You’re sick.” I gasped. 

I cringed as she grabbed a chunk of my hair, twirling it around her fingers before she leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “You have no idea.” Justine whispered, once again laughing at the yelp that left my lips as she tugged harshly on my hair. “We’ll leave you alone to make your decision. Don’t take too long, or we’ll make it for you.” She threatened, smirking as she grabbed a hold of the man’s arm and left the room, slamming the door behind them. 

I had to get out of here. I was terrified, absolutely and totally terrified of what they might do to Tony and Peter. I wasn’t going to let them hurt them, and I knew I couldn’t count on any help. The thought of that had my adrenaline pumping and pushed my panic aside. 

As always, my dorkiness came in handy. They had me tied up in rope. Which just so happened to be the very material my muggle character in my Harry Potter fanfiction had to escape from. Which meant I had done extensive research on how to escape from restraints. Apparently, like the villains in my story, my captors had greatly underestimated me. Since I had been unconscious when tied, the rope around my chest was actually rather loose when I leaned back against the chair. That was good. I knew it would make it easier to get out of.  

I began rotating my wrists back and forth a few times and then leaned down as far as I could, bringing the rope up to my mouth, tugging on a strand with my teeth. I repeated the process several times until one of my thumbs had finally slipped out. Once that happened, I was quickly able to remove the rest from the rope. 

One down, two to go. 

I kicked my shoes off first, knowing it would be easier to get out of without those heels weighing me down. I had to get into a pretty uncomfortable position with my chest still tied, my ass almost falling off the seat, but eventually I was able to shimmy the ropes off my feet. 

One to go. 

I couldn’t reach back to untie the rope around my chest, but because I wasn’t tied very tightly, I was able to wiggle over and over while simultaneously trying to slide down off the chair. Time and time again I kept wiggling until I slipped out of the rope and onto the floor. 

Unfortunately, as soon as I hit the ground, an alarm started blaring. I knew I had only seconds before they were back. I glanced around frantically. There had to be something I could use . . . 

My eyes landed on my bracelet, sitting innocently on the table with some tools. I grabbed it, and I had just enough time to slip it on before the door slammed open. 

I didn’t have time to think. It was almost as if it was instinct, pressing the bead, sliding it up and aiming at the man, my fist opening. I heard a grunt as the light blinded him. Taking the opportunity, I quickly tried to crawl past him, but I wasn’t fast or quiet enough. He grabbed my hair, his eyes still blinking furiously as he tried to get his vision to return. He threw me on my back violently in front of him. When I looked up, my head spinning from the force with which I had hit the concrete, he was holding a gun to my stomach. In panic, my hand shot up in front of me just as he pulled the trigger.  

There was a hot pain against my hand as the glass in the middle exploded, and then there was a scream. My eyes shot open to find the man holding his shoulder, looking murderous. “You bitch!” He yelled, lunging towards me. 

My foot shot up with surprising strength straight to his nose. Apparently I had used so much force, it not only sent blood flying out of his nose, but caused him to stumble backwards straight into a wall, his head hitting it with a loud crack. He hit the ground out cold. 

“You know, I was kind of hoping it would come to this.” 

Her gaze was menacing as she stalked towards me. I scrambled backwards, glass from my hand slicing into my body while my foot I had just kicked the guy with throbbed painfully. I crawled until I hit the wall, frantically looking around for a way out. 

There was that laughter again. “No where to go little Stark. You know, I was going to give you a choice, but now, I’m just going to kill your boyfriend right in front of you.” In a quick movement I barely had time to process, she shoved a knife right below my belly button. 

I screamed as white hot agony shot through my abdomen, numbing every other pain I was currently feeling. 

“Doesn’t mean I’m not going to paint the walls with some of your blood before I make you kill your Daddy. You’d be surprised how much blood someone can lose and still survive.” She said with a little twist of her knife. 

Glass shattered over my head as Justine went flying past me. When I glanced up, all I could see was a suit of blue and red standing protectively in front of me. “Spiderman?” I gasped weakly, completely shocked. 

He didn’t look at me, completely focused on Justine. “You know, it’s really not a good idea to kidnap someone whose Dad is a superhero.” 

A rush of affection filled my chest for the masked hero in front of me. At that moment, I understood everyone at school’s love for the Spiderman. Standing there, strong and not the least bit intimidated, he looked every bit of an Avenger as Captain America. 

“Insect.” She spat, blood spilling out of her mouth. She started to charge-

Spiderman immediately dropped to his knees, covering me. He took out her legs with his web shooters while a bright flash of light exploded over us, knocking her back once again. 

I felt a smile form on my face through the pain. Dad was here. 

“Remember the plan, kid, get her out of here.” Tony’s voice came through the suit. 

Spiderman looked at me for the first time, the whites of his eyes widening as he noticed my blood stained hands, holding my stomach tightly. When he had kicked her off of me, he had inadvertently made her take the knife with her. “Mr. Stark, she’s been stabbed.” 

That voice . . . there was something about that voice . . . 

Tony’s voice was a low growl as he responded. “Get her to Hawkeye.” 

Spiderman slowly and carefully lifted me into his arms, tensing every time I made a gasp of pain. “Hold on tight, okay? I’m going to get you out of her.” He reassured me as I wrapped my arms around his neck. 

I closed my eyes shut tight as I felt the wind whipping my face. I knew we had to be in the air, but I was afraid to open my eyes since the pain was already making me nauseous. When we landed on a rooftop though, I slowly opened my eyes. 

I looked up and found Clint rushing towards us. He took one look at me and started calling out directions. “I’m going to get a car, put some pressure on that and keep her awake!” Clint shouted before diving off the roof. 

Spiderman sat me down on the ground gently before quickly sitting behind me, keeping me between his legs and my back against his chest. “This is going to hurt, I’m sorry.” A web shot out and hit my stomach, causing a gasp of breath to leave me. It was quickly followed by a groan of pain as Spiderman’s hand pressed against my wound heavily. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said over and over, regret clear in his voice. “I’m so sorry Y/N.” 

That voice . . . these arms . . . It wasn’t until he said my name that it all clicked. “Peter?” I managed to say. 

I could almost see his mouth drop from inside his suit. “How-how did you -?” He reached up, taking his mask off. 

A pained smile formed on my face as I watched his curls flop around, those dark eyes staring into mine. I could see in them that he was just as scared as I felt. “I should have known.” I said with a breathless laugh. Apparently that was a bad move as a fiery pain shot through my body again, and more tears fell from my eyes. “It really hurts, Peter,” I whimpered. 

“I know, I know, but you’ll be okay,” Peter tried to reassure me, but I felt his free hand shaking as it touched my cheek. 

I leaned my head back against his shoulder. “Of course I will . . . I gotta give you hell for not telling me that you’re Spiderman.” 

I felt him press a soft kiss against the top of my head. It was so gentle it had my eyes closing, and once they were closed, I couldn’t bring myself to open them again. 

-----

It wasn’t like the movies. I didn’t wake up to an annoying beeping sound. Instead, it was the sound of AC/DC and the incessant tapping of fingers against a screen. My eyelids were heavy, heavier than they had ever been before, but with some effort, I managed to open them. 

The first thing I saw was a beautiful arrangement of flowers, next to that was a box of cookies from my favorite bakery, at the end of the table was a pack of gummy worms on top of a new Star Wars book. The second in the trilogy I was currently reading that I hadn’t gotten around to buying yet. Only then did I notice the ridiculous, and I do mean ridiculous, balloon bouquet. There must have been at least thirty balloons, each with either a funny face or a sarcastic comment about getting better on them. Finally, my eyes landed on the man sitting beside me. 

Tony’s gaze was completely focused on the screen in front of him as he seemed to shuffle things around. His brows were furrowed together in concentration in a very similar way to how mine did. I had never really spent a lot of time studying our physical likeness before, but now that he was there . . . I saw it. Of course he was also currently supporting a pretty nasty looking black eye. An eye he had gotten protecting me.  “Dad?” I said, quietly. It was the first time I had addressed him as such, to his face, and I was surprised to find it didn’t feel forced at all. In fact . . . it kind of felt almost natural. 

Tony’s head shot over to me, nothing but concern in his eyes. “Hey, kiddo. How are you feeling?” He asked. 

I thought about it for a minute, looking down at myself. My foot was in a boot, my hands wrapped in bandages, and even though I couldn’t see it, I knew there was another bandage on my stomach. “I’ve been better. Also probably worse. What are you working on?” I asked. 

“I’m designing you a suit. What happened will not happen again.” He turned the screen around, showing me a quick glimpse. 

“You don’t have to do that.” I said quickly. “I loved the bracelet. It saved my life.” 

“It shouldn’t have had to. I should have been working on this months ago. As soon as I knew you were in danger.” Tony replied, turning back to the tablet. 

I watched him for a few moments before speaking up. “How long did you know?” 

Tony sighed, running a hand through his hair. “A couple of months. I get threats all the time. They usually amount to nothing, I thought it would be the same for you, but just in case, I assigned you a tail.” He nodded his head out the door where I had just noticed a floppy, brown haired boy sleeping in a chair, cuddling my Chewbacca doll. I couldn’t help but smile a little at the sight. “Don’t be too hard on the kid, okay? He really cares about you. Probably would have tailed you even if I hadn’t told him to.” I bit my lip, looking down at my hands, “and not that it’s any of my business, but I just told Peter to talk to you. I wasn’t telling him what to say, and he wasn’t giving any reports or anything like that. So anything you two said . . . it’s between you two.” 

“Does this mean you’ll stop trying to intimidate him?” I asked, raising my eyebrows at him as I looked back up at him. 

“Nope, like I told him, it’s the Dad’s job to intimidate the boyfriend. There was a whole chapter on it in, Raising a Teenage Daughter For Dummies.” 

I couldn’t help but smile a little at that, shaking my head at him. Then, to my surprise, he leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “Don’t scare me like that again, kiddo.” 

The sudden affection that swelled in my chest almost knocked the breath out of me. I couldn’t believe how closed off I had been to this man who had risked his life for mine. Tears were filling my eyes quickly by the time I was able to respond. “I’m sorry,” I said quietly. 

“You got kidnapped. That’s not your fault.” 

“I ran off. It was my fault. I thought you were trying to control my life, and Mom always said I had problems with authority -”

“I guess that makes two of us.” Tony said with a smirk, “but my decisions about all of this . . . might not have been the best. Which is why I’ve decided to give you an option.” Tony added. 

I raised my eyebrows. 

“I’ve talked to your Aunt. With some financial compensation, she agreed to move to Brooklyn. You could start back at your old school. All I ask for is weekly dinners with your old man.” 

My heart, if not already at bursting mode, was quickly reaching there. “You mean . . . even if I moved away, you’d still want to see me?” 

My question, along with my tears, only seemed to confuse him. “Well, yeah . . . you’re my daughter. Now that I know that you exist you’re not getting rid of - Oomph!” 

With surprising strength for being so hurt, I pulled Tony into a tight hug. “I want to stay here. I want to stay here and keep going to Midtown.” 

Tony chuckled softly, hugging me back tightly. “I’m glad Y/N.” He slowly pulled away, ruffling my hair. “Now, as much fun as this father/daughter bonding has been, there’s a Spiderling in the hallway who has been sitting there since you got here, and if he’s not home soon, his Aunt might kill me.” 

I giggled a little, brushing my tears away with my bandaged hands before a thought had me panic struck. “I don’t look hideous do I?” 

He rolled his eyes. “You’re a Stark. We never look hideous. Everyone else just looks slightly more presentable.” 

My dad was ridiculous. 

“By the way, I’m still making you that suit.” He said as he started to walk out the door. 

“Bracelet!” I called after him. 

Tony sighed, “fine, but you’re going to start taking self defense with Cap and Legolas. We’ll see how much you can take of that before you’re begging me for a suit.” 

“You might be surprised. Starks can take a lot, right?” I said, another smile on my face. 

His returning grin was wide. “Hell yeah, they can.” Tony turned around then, clapping his hands loudly and startling Peter so much he almost toppled over. “Underoos! She’s awake.” Tony told him. 

Peter’s gaze shot over to me and our eyes locked. My smile turned shy at the intensity of his look. He immediately leapt out of his chair in his haste to get to me. “Y/N! You’re awake! I was - I was so worried. There was so much - so much blood, and I thought I would never get to tell you how sorry I was. Because I am. I am so sorry.” 

The whole time he was rambling, all I could do was smile, memorizing my favorite features of him, his messy curls, the chocolate eyes, the soft pink lips . . . 

“All Mr. Stark said was to like say hi and maybe show you around and look after you. Then I saw you though, and - and you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. You were so funny too and just as big of a fan of Star Wars as Ned and me, which is saying something, and you just . . . you get me, and I get you and -”

“Peter?” 

Finally, his rambling stopped at my voice. 

I couldn’t stop myself when I saw those brown, wide eyes. I reached up, grabbing him by the back of the head and pulled his lips down to mine. 

He was startled, but almost immediately responded, his warm lips gently pressing back against mine in a soft caress. 

It was amazing. Honestly I could have been struck by a car at that moment, and I wouldn’t have felt a damn thing. Nothing could compare to the feeling of Peter Parker’s lips against mine, one hand on my waist, pulling me a little closer, while his other cupped my jaw. I completely melted at his soft touch, and then, to my surprise, I felt him bring my bottom lip between his, nibbling on it slightly. The sensation that caused forced a moan through my lips and my hand to tighten in his hair. 

As soon as I made the sound, Peter drew back, looking at me with panicked eyes. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” 

In my post-kiss daze, it took a moment to realize what he meant, but once I did, I couldn’t help but flush. “That’s um - that’s not why I was moaning.” 

The tips of Peter’s ears went pink. “So - uh - I can - I can keep kissing you?” 

“I really hope so. I need a few more kisses to make sure that was really as amazing as I thought it was.” I told him, softly trailing my fingers through his hair. 

Peter was smiling when our lips met again. 

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Schrodinger’s Date Ditch

A short commission for @kayleana​ featuring Mystic Messenger’s V collapsing into a puddle of social anxiety. 

Is it possible to be ditched at an aquarium?

It seemed patently unlikely, but also, V had been waiting outside the women's restroom for... he checked his watch for the tenth time, frowning. Thirty minutes.

Objectively, there were a lot of things that could keep someone in the bathroom for thirty minutes, none of which he'd want to be going through on a date. If she was actually still in there, he should have been feeling sympathetic.

However, despite all the completely-legitimate reasons a woman could be in the bathroom for that long, with every ticking second, he grew increasingly certain that he'd somehow managed to fuck up an aquarium badly enough to require his date to literally hide in the only women-only section of the entire building.

It had seemed like a pretty safe bet, was the thing. He'd gone over all the angles. It was casual. More time together than a cafe, easier for conversation than a movie, effortless to ditch if things were going badly... Which... might have been the case, actually, but he wished she would have gone the fake-emergency-text route if that was the case. At least then he wouldn't be anxiously dithering outside the women's restroom, probably looking increasingly like someone security needed to worry about.

With nothing better to do than grow increasingly paranoid, V began to run over the details of the date in his mind to pinpoint exactly where he had messed it up bad enough to justify what was almost certainly an escape-artist tier ditch and not just extremely ill-timed indigestion.

Things had started really well. He'd planned things way too meticulously, maybe, but in that way where it would hopefully not be even slightly noticeable that he'd been researching possible date spots for twelve hours. He'd dressed casually--too casually? not casually enough?. He'd been ten minutes early twenty, but he'd come in ten minutes early and she'd shown up right on time.

She'd been adorable, but he was pretty sure he hadn't stared or anything. Had he maybe been avoiding looking at her too much? But it was an aquarium, you were supposed to look at the fish. There hadn't really been any uncomfortable silences. Had he talked too much, maybe? Had anyone in his entire life ever once accused him of talking too much?

He checked his watch again. Thirty-two minutes, and he was definitely spiraling. The last thirty minutes had lasted approximately seven years.

With a sigh, he slumped backwards against the wall. What was the protocol here? He couldn't just leave, because no matter how long this went, there was always the possibility she was still in there. There was absolutely no circumstances in which he was going to risk ditching her at an aquarium without saying anything. He would probably have to stay here until the aquarium closed, or possibly, someone asked him to stop standing outside the women's restroom like a fifteen year old who was determined to be perverted but hadn't figured out how yet.

Another ten minutes past. Despair increased exponentially. He was pretty sure one of the security guards was watching him. He was going to get escorted out of a house for fish. Post-Rika date number one: thrown physically out of a fish mansion. This was just his life now.

"Oh thank god, you're still here," his date half-wheezed. Which was a relief, because she was still here and hadn't fled the scene or somehow phased out of existence or been kidnapped. But was also worrying because he wasn't sure what one could do in a bathroom that resulted in wheezing. "Sorry, there were... uh... complications."

That just raised MORE questions! ...None of which he would be asking!

"It's no trouble at all," he assured her with a smile, trying desperately to flush his anxiety out the back of his skull. "I believe we were heading for the jellyfish exhibit?"

"Sounds great!" she said, wrapping her arm in his, which was almost enough to distract him from how she was all but dragging him away from the bathroom. He glanced over his shoulder at it as she began determinedly talking about jellyfish biology.

What the hell had happened in there...?

He was probably better of not knowing.

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Lonesome loving (2) | Mafia!TY

“Being the girlfriend of a mafia boss wasn’t actually the biggest problem contrary to popular beliefs. Well, it kind of was, but not because you feared for your own life. You feared for his life. Being on the outside was fine, you were safe after all, but it also brought a lot of hurting.”

« Part 2 of 3 » | Lonesome loving miniseries

Pairing: Mafia!Taeyong x (Y/N)

Genre: Angst

Warnings: None

Word-count: 1,6 k

The sound of thunder echoed throughout the big villa. The usually calming sound of rain hitting the windows sounded more like the sky crying right now. It hurt. You quickly packed your toothbrush and pulled the zip to close the backpack filled with necessities and clothes. How you came to the idea of running away is still unclear, but you knew you needed some space. 

You threw the backpack over your shoulder, turning around and meeting your own reflection in the mirror staring back at you. Another sound of thunder reached your ears as you could see the sky light up in the corner of your eyes as lightning struck the ground a couple of miles away. You gave yourself a look before huffing.

“It’s not like I’m running away... More like... Taking a break, right?”, you whispered to your own reflection. 

-

“(Y/N)?”

Taeyong hurried down the stairs leading to the hallway on the ground-floor. He quickly scanned the room for your figure. There’s a guestroom down the hallway where you usually hid when you had a fight, maybe you had gone there again after last night’s fight?

Taeyong had stayed up for an hour waiting for you. He could hear how you opened the door to the guestroom downstairs, so he assumed you decided to sleep there that night. When he woke up in the morning he expected to feel you next to him in bed again, like it usually ended up even after fights. Guess his surprise as he had turned around this morning only to be met by the emptiness beside him. Taeyong had quickly gotten out of bed and thrown on the jeans from earlier and begun to search for you.

He turned the corner and saw the brown door leading to the guestroom, closed. He held his breath as he carefully knocked on the wooden door. No one answered him. His hand quickly felt the doorknob and turned it, letting the door slide open.

No one.

He could feel his heart drop. Where the hell could you be? Taeyong could feel panic rise in him. Had you just dumped him here? Had you, left him?

Taeyong fished up his phone from his backpocket and hurriedly pressed contacts and dialed the only person who could help him right now. 

“He better answer”, Taeyong mumbled stressed and pressed the cellphone against his ear. The familiar sound of ringing hit his ear, and he impatiently tapped his foot against the wooden floor as he waited for the man to pick up.

“What do you want this early in the morning?! Do you even know what time it is?! Seven o’clock! S E V E N  O ‘ C L O C K”, a clearly annoyed voice answered on the other end after several signals.

“(Y/N) is missing”

There was a moment of silence. (Y/N), missing, did not seem so good.

“What?”

“(Y/N) is missing”

“She’s missing?”

“For gods sake Doyoung, yes (Y/N) is missing, gone by the wind!”

Taeyong was growing insanely impatient. Doyoung seemed particularly slow for the emergency of situation they had found themselves in. 

“Do we have to put the ‘if (Y/N) gets kidnapped’ plan in to action?”. Doyoung sounded almost... careful.

“I-... I’m not sure if she left me or if someone took her...”, Taeyong confessed. 

“Why would she leave you?”, Doyoung asked, clearly confused by the sudden confession. He could hear Taeyong take in a deep breath, carefully thinking over his words and deciding on how to explain.

“We had a fight... She’s been wanting to join us, and I’ve always told her no. I think I have all right to refuse to let her in, but she seems more hurt about it that I ever though she was. She got upset and asked me if I even trusted her before she stormed out last night.” 

Doyoung nodded his head on the other side, even though Taeyong couldn’t see him, he knew Doyoung’s brain was working at a full speed by now.

“I’ll meet you by your door. Stay at your place in case she shows up. Don’t worry Taeyong. We’ll find her, I promise”, Doyoung finally said before hanging up on his friend. Taeyong looked at his phone screen as the call ended. No missed calls, no texts. No sign of (Y/N). 

“Please be safe”, he whispered before he tucked his phone away and went to stand by the door awaiting his companion.  

- 

You threw your bag onto the small bed in the middle of the room. Out of all places you could have chosen, you had picked a motel. How you came to that decision, isn’t really exactly clear but here you are. 

You took off your drenched jacket and threw it on a chair by a small table close to the door. Your hair was dripping from the rain outside and you could swear that you have blue feet by now due to the cold. The motel was quiet, and not even a car from any motorway could be heard since its location was a little off-road. 

You looked at the clock on the nightstand. Seven in the morning. You had wandered all night until you found a buss stop. You had waited for about 50 minutes before a bus showed up, and you had gotten on it. When you finally arrived at the ending station, you picked up your phone and started to search for nearby motels. The closest one, of course, being a 40 minute walk away from where you were right now. There was surprisingly few motels nearby and long distances between everything, even though Taeyong and yours house wasn’t located in the middle of some sort of nothingness. When you had finally arrived at the motel you had just picked the first room offered and paid for a night before lumping your way towards it. 

The sound of birds singing could be heard outside instead of the furious thunder from last night. The sun had risen, and you were exhausted. You quickly got out of your clothes and made your way towards the bathroom. You turned on the shower and stepped in, letting the warm water pour down over your body and slowly help you regain heat. After a quick shower you slipped on a pair of fresh underwear and a big t-shirt, ironically Taeyong’s, and jumped in bed. It felt... nice. It was peaceful to be alone like this for the moment. You couldn’t deny the nagging feeling in the back of your mind about how Taeyong was handling all of this, but you really needed some time to sort out your thoughts. Maybe you were selfish? 

Thud.

You opened your eyes in surprise and glanced towards the window by the door. The sun was still up. You turned towards the alarm clock. 

“3 in the afternoon”, you mumbled and helped yourself up to a sitting position. As you rubbed your eyes you remembered the sound that had woken you up. You quickly threw the covers of yourself and shuffled towards the door, opening it up so that you could poke your head out.

“Are you okay?”

A boy, probably not much older than yourself, was laying on the ground a few doors away on your right. 

“Yeah, sorry if I scared you”, he huffed before standing up and dusting himself off. “I’m a little clumsy that’s all”

You eyed him up and down before raising an eyebrow.

“No worries”, you simply replied to the tall boy. 

He saw the way you looked at him, making him cross his arms over his chest and give you a look back.

“Curious about something?”

“Not really, just why you’re dressed like you’re some sort of bad guy in an action movie, but otherwise no”

He scoffed at your comment.

“Just because I am wearing a leather jacket and leather gloves? You’ve watched way too many bad action movies. The villains usually look more blended in than this, don’t they?”

You hummed as a response, clearly done with this conversation. You started to slide back into your room as his voice spoke up again.

“You don’t have any band aid, do you?”

You gave him a slight nod, opening up the door a little more to show in that he could come in. You quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and started to search through your bag for a first aid kit. You could hear the boy’s steps behind you as he came to stand by your door. A small red first aid kit came into sight, and you opened it and took out a small bandage before making your way towards the stranger standing by the doorway.

“Here you go”, you said as you handed it over to him.

“Thanks”, he mumbled as he put it on a small wound he must have gotten recently, as it was still a little fresh but not really bleeding right now. 

He lifted his gaze, meeting your eyes for a moment. A small gasp escaped your lips.

“Ha- Have we met before?”, you stuttered. He smirked.

“You’re Taeyong’s girl, right?”

You didn’t dare to answer him. You knew this guy, and it was not because he was one of Taeyong’s workers. This guy was from somewhere else, but you couldn’t remember where you had seen him.

The boy suddenly jolted forward, taking you with him as the door shut behind him and you were thrown on the floor. 

“Get off me!”, you screamed as the boy gripped your arms and pinned you to the carpeted floor.

“What are the odds that we would run into each other like this, sweet (Y/N)”