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montyterrible · 1 year ago

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Witches, Gangbangers, and Crocodiles

What are we? Some kind of Suicide Squad: Extended Edition (2016)?

In some ways, David Ayer’s much-maligned Suicide Squad movie is kind of a fascinating specimen in amber preserving the flaws of Warner Bros. and DC’s approach to emulating the success of the Marvel superhero films.

I’m not a Marvel guy—or really a DC guy at this stage in my life—but I can agree with what feels like the pretty logical, commonsense argument that Marvel’s titanic success with The Avengers team-up in 2012 was facilitated by the handful of films focused on individual characters they did first. Meanwhile, DC’s equivalent Justice League movie wasn’t preceded by an appropriate amount of scaffolding, so you end up with two of the three major pillars of the team (Batman and Wonder Woman) being introduced in the same film, along with teasers working in still other faces like Cyborg and The Flash. Suicide Squad attempts the same sort of thing in miniature, with some perhaps less well-known and beloved figures who would, admittedly, probably not deserve their own entire films but who still feel kind of under-served by their treatment here.

Erratic or downright recursive is the pacing of the opening act(?) of this movie, as it feels like it’s either on fast forward or is plucking selected scenes from other standalone films from an alternate universe, particularly in the cases of Deadshot and Harley Quinn, who receive substantial backstory attention here, at the expense of the cohesion of this movie. It’s not so much that these are bad bits and pieces of characterization and narrative in isolation so much as they just feel… out of context, and worse off for it. Like, Joker’s seduction and betrayal of Harley would certainly function better emotionally in a complete film but here feels thrown out without much weight behind it. Even the extremely colorful title card kind of shows up without much aplomb, as “Task Force X” founder Amanda Waller is simply walking into a restaurant or hotel after a couple of scenes, before we go into still more introduction and exposition that stalls whatever forward momentum there was.

This first bit is messy in a way that I don’t think even a theoretical “Ayer Cut” with an even longer runtime could fix since, again, the problem is a foundational one—These are simply other entire stories that are being smudged to try to get where we need to go as fast as possible. Once the Squad is on the ground in a post-magical cataclysm Midway City, things settle down and start to cohere better and proceed more smoothly, though there is some further embarrassment to come.

A bit of context: I first watched this movie after critical and popular consensus on it had already been reached. I knew what it was like, and believed it, but I still went into it hopeful since I saw it shortly after watching Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice (2016), which I, surprisingly, liked enough to watch twice in two days—the extended cut, at that. As a result, I thought maybe I would find Suicide Squad equally surprisingly good (to me). That, however, was not the case, and my assessment of it at the time was that it was simply “boring,” probably the most damning of states for a film. One moment that actually stuck with me was the one pictured above—Joel Kinnaman’s Rick Flag eating a chicken leg at night in a hotel room for some reason. Which I found more absurd than anything else.

On re-watch, the chicken leg is still a delightfully odd choice for a late-night snack, but I wasn’t as bored as the first time around. I wouldn’t call this movie “good” (and also don’t call Dawn of Justice that either), but it kind of works for me in certain respects.

For one thing, I found a lot of it shockingly parsable—which is to say that I didn’t think it was obscenely dark and hard to read in ways that I’ve come to associate with modern visual-effects-heavy movies of this sort. I also thought there was a degree of plausible weight and screen presence to most things, with several rare exceptions, like a particularly rough looking VFX shot we see a couple of times of the character El Diablo using his fire powers in a prison yard and (unfortunately) the major antagonist Incubus. The final battle with Incubus and Enchantress is also awkwardly low energy, weightless, and kind of choppy-feeling. It stands out in contrast to the rest of the action.

The writing is similarly a mixed bag. On the one hand, there is an absolutely atrocious bit of exposition from Flag that tries to rapid-fire explain the character Katana and her powers, and which is again emblematic of the movie trying to do too much in too little time. But then, in that same scene, where the Squad is bound for Midway, Flag calls Deadshot “a serial killer who takes credit cards,” which I think is great. Later, Captain Boomerang demands to know “[w]hy is it always a knife fight every single time [Harley] open[s] [her] mouth.” I kind of like the way this is written. It has a personality which dovetails with the distinctive visual design of certain things and is aesthetically and tonally what I might describe as “poser shopping mall… food court gangsta” or some such word salad. It’s a vibe very much of a kind with the Twenty One Pilots song “Heathens” that plays over the credits while various 3D objects like bullets and syringes fly around in psychedelic patterns in a weird void. It’s cool with a capital “c,” edgy with a capital “e.”

See also the look of Captain Boomerang—You can positively smell him through the screen, and he has both a gold tooth and a shocking blue metallic jacket with “Captain” written on it in large letters. Harley’s design might be the example of Suicide Squad’s aesthetic that has stood the test of time best, if only because of how Margot Robbie’s performance was (rightfully) identified as one of the unequivocally good things here and was salvaged and preserved in further films. Her many little tattoos, bleached hair with the red and blue tips, tight “Daddy’s Lil Monster” top, and overall grody stripper vibe is pure Suicide Squad 2016 Chic. She is often reduced to a strutting ass by the camera here, though, and an unfortunate part of the “personality” that I mentioned is a certain sexist streak. Speaking of Flag’s lover-turned-world-destroyer (Enchantress) at the climax of the film, Deadshot identifies her as Flag’s “old lady” and tells him to “Get up there, smack on her ass, tell her, ‘Knock this shit off.’” That is also Suicide Squad 2016 Chic. It’s absolutely unpleasant and not “good,” but it is so nakedly off-putting that it kind of loops back around for me now.

These sorts of movies have come to be associated with sanitized, boardroom-approved slop, and the Edginess of Suicide Squad, which can be offensive (sexist, racist) or just cringe, now feels like… Not a breath of fresh air, but like a really distinctive foul smell coming out of someone’s mouth. It’s not good, but you have to mark its existence for just how singular it is.

Jared Leto’s Joker performance is another iconic element of this movie, for good or bad. He’s the “poser shopping mall gangsta” vibe personified as well, with his notorious “damaged” forehead tattoo and his grillz behind/below dark red lips. However cringe, it is still a Take and is perfectly harmonious with the rest of the film. I kind of loved the Joker this time around, in fact. My meta knowledge of Leto’s real-world behavior combined with the already grimy writing and visuals and the at times too strained or wacky performance to make something off-putting in, I will argue, a positive way. Harley and Joker’s relationship is meant to be a negative thing for her, and you really feel that viscerally here thanks to all of the above. Heath Ledger’s Joker in The Dark Knight (2008) might read as more Authentically deranged to some, but I think this Joker is just as repulsive (complimentary). Whether this version of the character could have credibly functioned in a Batman story outside of this specific movie, without the complementary stylistic elements, I’m not sure.

Is this Suicide Squad 2016 rehabilitation-ism, then? Maybe. There is part of me that looks at the titling of the 2021 film—“The Suicide Squad”—both as a blatant attempt to manipulate SEO to obscure the worse older title and as a snub: This is THE Suicide Squad, the definitive take! There’s part of me, absent any arguments I can credibly support, that wants to rally for the little guy. There’s plenty to justifiably hate about the 2016 movie, like the frequent and overly on-the-nose needle drops that aren’t exactly deep cuts, but there’s also something about Joker’s men breaching the prison to rescue Harley in the end right as we hear the words “just killed a man” in “Bohemian Rhapsody” that charmed me…

Or how the cylinder of Harley’s gun rotates to display the word “LOVE” as Deadshot fires it to destroy Enchantress’ doomsday device; or how the red and blue ink swirls around Harley and Joker quite evocatively in the chemical vat in the flashback to her transformation; or the surreally “off” dub job for Enchantress’ empowered voice where the words don’t seem to credibly come from her mouth.

“Personality” is definitely the word I would use now, in place of “boring,” even if I might still resist something as audacious as “good.”

#movies #movie review #bad movies #suicide squad #superhero movies #rewatch

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msclaritea · 1 year ago

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Man Of Steel References Honoring The Snyderverse In Blue Beetle Explained

Blue Beetle will feature references to Zack Snyder's Man of Steel, and the movie's director explains the choice. Snyder's Man of Steel started the DCEU back in 2013, with Henry Cavill's Superman being the shared universe's first hero. While the Blue Beetle movie is not part of James Gunn and Peter Safran's new DC Universe, Xolo Maridueña's Jaime Reyes is the new DC Universe's first movie character. That parallel between Blue Beetle and Man of Steel is not the only connection between the two movies.

During an interview with Nestor Betancor (via The Direct), Blue Beetle director Ángel Manuel Soto revealed that the movie will have references to Man of Steel.

According to Soto, he was excited to see Snyder hype fans to see Blue Beetle, as he respects the DCEU's former architect, saying, "his films are an immense influence." The Blue Beetle director then went on to reveal that his movie has "some references to 'Man of Steel' that we made out of honor and respect for the work and art of Zack Snyder." Check out the full quote below:

“Waking up in Mexico to the news that [Zack] Snyder wants to see it too, a director that I respect so much, that his films are an immense influence… Even in 'Blue Beetle,' there are some references to 'Man of Steel' that we made out of honor and respect for the work and art of Zack Snyder. Also, seeing David Ayer sharing it… It’s like, ‘WOW, brother!’ How nice it feels to have that support from people that one respects and that the fans also respect.”

Why Blue Beetle Having Man Of Steel References Is Bad

While Man of Steel is a good movie, and there are similar themes between Cavill's Superman debut and Blue Beetle, the new DC film would be better off not referencing the DCEU's first entry at all. Gunn and Safran were brought in to oversee the newly founded DC Studios to go away from the controversial decisions made by the former management during the DCEU.

Snyder did not actively work on any project for DC — other than the popular Snyder Cut of Justice League — after he departed 2017's Justice League. However, Snyder's DC movies are heavily associated with most of the controversial decisions that led to the DCEU not being as successful as it should have been. With the DCEU now being rebooted in favor of the new DC Universe, Blue Beetle referencing Man of Steel adds some unnecessary baggage to the movie.

Blue Beetle needs to be a breath of fresh air to the franchise, with the movie's standalone story and debut of a new hero being the perfect setup for its success, and adding in references to a movie from the controversial DCEU might hurt the film's box office chances. DC's other two 2023 releases so far, Shazam! Fury of the Gods and The Flash bombed in great part due to its DCEU connections. Remaining largely standalone, with perhaps Blue Beetle's post-credits scenes giving a peek at the new DC Universe, seems like the best option for the movie to succeed."

This is such bullshit. First the Anti-Anerican narrative for Bane. Now this.

Riffle me this: IF Warner Bros Discovery were truly serious about a DC reboot, a clean slate, why would they allow Soto to put Snyderverse references in Blue Beetle?

(From May 2, 2006)

Warner Bros.'s upcoming Justice League franchise is looking a little shaky these days.

Last week, Seth Grahame-Smith, the director of The Flash movie, which is scheduled for 2018, left the project, citing creative differences. And there have been rumors that director James Wan is getting cold feet with his Aquaman movie (which Wan later dispelled).

The turmoil reportedly stems from director Zack Snyder, the man who bungled Batman v Superman, a film that Warner Bros. believes didn't live up to expectations at the box office. Snyder is also the creative lead for the Justice League franchise and part of the Warner Bros. braintrust for the DC Comics cinematic universe. Ergo, because Batman v Superman disappointed, executives are now worried that Snyder's vision — a grim Superman, a Batman who tortures and brands people for death, lots of scenes in which Batman does Crossfit, etc. — isn't the best way to go.

But Snyder's plans for his comic book superhero movies shouldn't be a surprise to anyone, including critics. Back in 2008, Snyder gave a revealing interview to Entertainment Weekly about how he sees comic books, superheroes, and his upcoming movie (at the time) The Watchmen. The piece has been making the rounds on Twitter for how much it traces the psychology of Snyder's movies, from older titles like The 300 and Suckerpunch all the way through Batman v Superman.

The Q&A touches on a lot of different topics, but one of the most striking parts of the discussion comes when Snyder talks about his dislike for comics without gore or sex. He said:

You could call it "high-brow" comics, but to me, that comic book was just pretty sexy! I had a buddy who tried getting me into "normal" comic books, but I was all like, "No one is having sex or killing each other. This isn’t really doing it for me." I was a little broken, that way. So when Watchmen came along, I was, "This is more my scene."

Snyder not liking comic books where people don't kill each other explains his Superman; traditionally, Superman's entire existence is about inspiring and being bright and hopeful, but Snyder's iteration of the character kills someone in Man of Steel.

Later in the interview, Snyder talks about Christopher Nolan's Batman trilogy, revealing that if he'd been at the helm, he would have gone a lot darker than Nolan did by incorporating prison rape:

Everyone says that about [Christopher Nolan’s] Batman Begins. "Batman’s dark." I’m like, okay, "No, Batman’s cool." He gets to go to a Tibetan monastery and be trained by ninjas. Okay? I want to do that. But he doesn’t, like, get raped in prison. That could happen in my movie. If you want to talk about dark, that’s how that would go.

It's a mystery why Snyder believes that prison rape, sex, and death are what people want to see in superhero films — that comic book fans who love Superman really wanted to see him start killing people, or that Batman fans would really relish seeing the greatest detective alive not be able to tell the difference between a boat and a crime lord.

There's a reason these superheroes and their comics have endured. And even when Frank Miller and Alan Moore introduced grit and darkness into their worlds, it wasn't darkness for darkness's sake — which is what Snyder seems to be obsessed with.

Of course, the most baffling part of all this is that unless a shakeup happens at Warner Bros., Snyder is very close to making all of his terrible ideas come true."

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katemad · 2 years ago

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Today is 12 of April. Today is Floyd's birthday!!

That Floyd!!

Happy birthday to Floyd Lawton!! 🥳🎉🎊 Happy birthday to Deadshot!! 🥳🎉🎊

Will Smith was so amazing in Suicide Squad (as usually he is to other movies and series cause he's an amazing actor)!! I was so sad he didn't played in the second one 😢😢😭😭

Ayer cut should be released!! I want to see how their relationship would be there!!

I want it!! I need it!! I wanna see it!! We want it!! We need it!! We wanna see it!!

#floyd #Floyd Lawton #Deadshot #i love him #suicide squad #Harley × Floyd #Harley #Harloyd #Floley #i love them #releasetheayercut #i wavt it #i need it #we want it #we need it

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marsmad · 5 years ago

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Once again, thank you David Ayer! Release the Ayer Cut 💜🃏💚 🃏💜🃏💚🃏💜

#jared leto #jared leto joker #release the ayer cut #we need this

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visualnovelzombie · 2 years ago

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Furry Visual Novel Book Club: Echo Week 1 SPOILER DISCUSSIONS

Hi everyone, here is the SPOILER discussion post for “Echo - Saturday” (Click HERE for the Spoiler Free Discussion)

Next - Original - Spoiler Free Version

Let me know if you have any feedback for the format, and be sure to vote in the poll linked at the end of the post for which Route we’ll be doing first! This is for people who have completed ALL of Echo previously!

As we hit Start, he melancholy title theme is cut silent, only to be replaced with a droning hum on a black background. A mysterious narrator opens by saying that we’re ‘returning’ and that just like this town, we’re only going in circles, as the opening ‘Day Card’ drops.

What could this Narrator be referring to? How is the town itself going in a circle?

It is safe to presume that the Narrator is Echo-Samuel Ayers that has bonded with Chase. While there are many possible interpretations, the cleanest and easiest to me, is that Samuel (who I will drop the ‘Echo’ moniker because his ‘ghost’ doesn’t appear in game) is referring to the ‘Player’ as an entity, and that how once again we are returning to see our characters suffer through the timelines etched in stone, and how we can’t stay away from their suffering, despite our attempts to make better choices. This sets the tone and meta-narrative of the Visual Novel as a whole and is the biggest IN PLAIN SIGHT type of spoiler this game gives.

We are then whisked onto a desert highway where the main character, Chase Hunter, has a conversation with is mom.

Is there information can we glean from this quick introduction of our lead character?

My pet answer here is that Chase is the same as his mom, in more ways than one. We see later on how her gossiping causes a lot of problems for Sydney, and how she might not be the most faithful/be promiscuous. Something we see Chase do... We Also learn that Chase is dismissive of his parents opinions/concerns, and that he’s ‘struck out on his own’.

We’re introduced to two of Chase’s friends, Jenna and Tj. The trio drive down the highway and Chase eventually remarks about being “Unbalanced” with just the three of them

Is there anything we can learn about how Chase describes about his friends here?

Chase wants or needs things to be the ‘same’, just like Leo. He wants the comfort and security of how things were, even though he’s been the instrument of change and escape. He’s torn between wanting his old life (before Sam) and also wanting to escape the psychic mind prison he’s found himself stuck in.

A short discussion later and we’re met with the game’s first choice: How the main character feels about the journey.

How impactful do you think a choice so early, with so little information could be? Why would the author put something as potentially impactful as a choice so early with such little ground work?

It doesn’t. It’s a direct commentary about how “we’ll always be back” and “no matter how hard we try, we’re always moving in circles”. I also believe it’s both an ease into normalcy for VN players in general, and masking Chase as a “blank slate protagonist”, as he isn’t sure about how he feels about a very big thing he’s spent all day headed towards for HOURS. A clever masking trick and mechanical tutorial all wrapped into one.

Spoiler Discussion/Observation: It was Chase who contacted Leo about going back during Spring Break, and from there Leo plans the group hangout. This shows Chase was still in contact with Leo and if Leo was truly ONLY planning on getting back with Chase, the wolf would have probably not invited everyone else back. Of course the growing Hysteria probably threw off his intentions as we clearly see later on in the game. But also highlights how he reacts/feels in Tj’s and Carl’s route while not omnipresent.

Following the choice the trio arrive at the hotel and disembark. The first ‘musical’ track begins to play when we get our first character sprite, “Neutral” replacing the ambient highway noises, and we get our first glance at the characters we’ve been with.

Tj Hess and Jenna Begay

The trio settle into the motel room and another character is introduced, Carl Hendricks.

Our four characters discuss what they’ve been doing since highschool; Carl has dropped out of college that he attended with Chase, Chase is enrolled in a journalism major, Jenna is enrolled in a psychology major with plans set in motion to attend grad school, and Tj is in a sports medicine program at a Christian College.

Through natural dialogue the characters are able to give concise and quick insights to their interests, motives, and character disposition. An ‘exposition dump’ that provides deeper insight than at first glance (That we’ll see later!) Just a short tidbit that stood out to me as excellent writing.

We’re then introduced to two new characters, accompanied by the track, ‘Come Over’, a Flirtatious Synth Jazz piece. Chase’s tail involuntary thumps and his heart skips a beat as the two walk in

Flynn Moore

and Leo Alvarez

The group banter for a while, enjoying their meals. Chase discusses going to Lake Emma with Leo, a local reservoir, in order to complete the Otter’s school project. Leo immediately shuts the idea down, the two glancing at Flynn in the process. Chase feels guilty about the idea, and says he feels like an imposter for not knowing how his friends feel and trying to run the place after being gone for three years at university. The conversation continues, until the music is cut by Chase noticing Leo’s Anchor Bracelet. Chase is startled after Tj notices that he’s staring into space, and the music resumes with the track, ‘Banter’.

What’s happening to Chase here and why would someone need to call him out from his thoughts?

Chase has main character dissociation disorder caused by one slutty slutty old man. The physical affects show the player that the cause is bigger than a psychotic break, and that inner monologue mechanics/situations can tie into the plot line. (see Tj’s route!)

The group carry on into the afternoon and eventually snap a group photo, the game’s first CG

Spoiler Discussion/Observation: I truly believe that this photo/cg is ‘off balance’, not center-framed, because the group is missing Sydney. Without him, everything is thrown off-balance and into dismay... with Chase at the center of the cosmic unraveling.

Spoiler Discussion/Observation : Chase comments on waiting for Jenna to fall asleep before we’re met with a “...” I believe Chase is being set up for doing ~SOMETHING~ or having the capacity to do ~SOMETHING~ at night. We see this during Tj’s route, but I believe this was placed so early and has other places it can occur, as a tool for Howly to have Chase be the crazy little otter man he is more fluidly, even if we never see much more 100% concrete times of him doing this.

The group continues into the night before the three locals return home and the trio retire for the night. Chase has a nightmare where a metal chain is attached to his leg, pulling him down into a lake. Leo is there and ignores Chase’s situation, choosing instead to compares their “bracelets”, saying “everyone gets one.”

What insight does this nightmare give to earlier events? Does this event cause any tone shifts from what was previously established?

The Anchor Bracelet, the symbol of Echo, is what drives Chase to break into his own head/away from Sam for a second. His guilt and sins and worries bind him to this land (metaphysically, physically, AND mentally), and the nightmare manifests this. Leo is conversely shown to be proud of his bondage, literally wearing it on his sleeve. He also comments how “Everyone gets one”, signalling that everyone else has something that binds them to Echo too... something they can’t escape which leads to cycles of trauma they’re soon to experience/experience again and again...

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That concludes the first Book Club for this week! Thanks for reading and I hope to have a fun and hearty discussion with everyone in the replies!

For next week, we are reading all of ‘Sunday’, until the following Day Card:

Be sure not to forget to check out this poll HERE to vote on whose route we’ll start in two week! Thank you again to anyone participating <3

#furry visual novel book club #zombie book club #echo vn

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acerobbiereyes · 3 years ago

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As much as I love Daredevil, my vote is going to have to go to the Big G.

Never underestimate the power of the fans 💪

#the ayer cut and the synder cut mean nothing to me tbh #and daredevil will eventually get that sweet sweet mcu movie screen time #cause honestly i don’t think marvel would ignore him forever #getting good pointless monster v monster beat downs is exacly what we need more of!#continuethemonsterverse

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hotdamnhunnam · 4 years ago

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Head of the Table

Part 1 | Part 2

A/N: Here’s Part 2 of you blowing Raymond under the table at a fancy restaurant!! 😋 This second part is where the smut starts (*cue Raymond voice*) and obviously smut is what you want, you filthy fucking cunts ✨ Also some family drama stuff + fluff. Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Raymond Smith x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dom!Raymond, you sucking his cock under the table at a restaurant Requests: anon request + part of a prior request from @my-name-is-alice-ayers (reader being Mickey’s sister)

Word Count: ~2.9k

... Continued from Part 1 [Read Here]

If looks could strike you dead... Raymond looks like a whole different man right this minute; you just pushed him right past his limit. The fire in his blue eyes is livid as he wraps his head around what you just said. You don’t doubt that later tonight he’ll be spanking your hide fifty shades of red. Scratch that, five hundred.

Challenging him to sit at the head of the table this evening, when Mickey has yet to arrive...? Your audacity has him seething. Then the way you’d insulted him outright, asking whether he’d ever held a position of power in all his damn life... Ray looks like he could eat you alive.

And it looks good. You wish that he would, right this instant—your blonde-bearded boyfriend eats pussy like nobody’s business—but as it turns out... you’re the one who is gonna be using your mouth.

You don’t know that just yet. But the fierceness of his piercing gaze has you all soaking wet. You’re a slut for him, always have been, since the day you first met.

Much to your surprise, Ray decides... that he’s going to do just what you suggested. “Oh, I’ll sit at the head.”

But the words he says next... beyond anything you could have ever expected.

“...If you’ll sit at my feet.”

Your cunt promptly convulses in pure liquid heat. Just the thought, of such a filthy deed... here in public, you kneeling down under the table and sucking his dick... just the thought is unspeakably hot. Your inner slut has been awoken. But then of course Ray is just joking...

No, he’s fucking not.

For the first time in all of his days, with a devil-may-care look on his devilishly handsome face, Ray slides into the fucking forbidden seat. And all of a sudden he looks like a proper king—the king of everything—no, like a god.

He speaks in a murmur too quiet for anyone else here, but you understand loud and clear. “You heard me, slut. Sit at my feet,” he repeats. “What, you worried I’ll leave you with nothing to eat? We both know I’ve got plenty to feed. A real prime cut of meat.”

Ugh—his dominance is all you need, to be honest...

“There’s nobody watching, I promise,” he reassures you, as your pussy starts dripping just thinking of what you’re about to do. Sweet holy fuck... “Now just get your head under the table and pull out my cock. ‘Cause you’re going to spend the whole night sucking on it.”

Shit. You cannot believe you are actually doing this. But with Mr. Raymond Fucking Smith... there’s no use even trying to resist.

Thankfully all of the other dinner guests in the vicinity seem to be minding their own goddamn business. So you take this opportunity to quickly drop down to the floor, dutifully following orders like a filthy fucking whore.

At least the tablecloth is heavy, long, and thick. Just like his dick. Hidden behind it, you can hope that you won’t have to be reminded of the fact that you’re in public.

You mutter his name, as you settle into place soaking in self-loathing and shame. You brought this all upon yourself. You know it well. “R-Ray...”

Ray reaches down under the table now, and roughly shoves two fingers into your mouth. Just to shut you up for a few seconds and then pulls them out. He’s not fucking about. This is no time to play. That’s his way of reminding you there’s not a word to say; your job tonight is just to suck his cock. You have no right to talk. Things will only get worse if you’re stupid enough to start talking.

Especially now as King Pearson and his queen finally walk in.

You can hear your man and Mickey’s wife exchange good-natured greetings, as they do upon every meeting.

“Ray, darling!”

“Lovely as ever, Rosalind.”

Meanwhile, your brother is silent, and surely not cracking a smile. You imagine the look in his eyes must be borderline violent. He won’t abide anyone challenging his throne or cramping his style. Just the threat drives him wild. Mickey knows the importance of hammering home his position as king; he has no fucking tolerance for whatever Ray thinks he is doing.

So he clears his throat with an imperial flair, as your man keeps on sitting his fine ass right fucking there. “Raymond...”

“Look, loves—” cuts in the crisp voice of Ros, “I’ve no fucking patience for two grown men picking a fight over seating arrangements.”

She calmly takes a seat, and you shift to make sure to steer clear of her fancy stiletto-heeled feet. It goes without saying her husband still finds this entire situation enraging.

“The lady knows best,” Raymond says; you can easily picture him ever so slightly puffing out his chest, in his high-fashion jacket and tight-buttoned vest.

“Yes—let’s not have a cock-off,” Mrs. Pearson huffs. “Have a seat now, love. That’s quite enough.”

Hearing the term ‘cock-off’ just now reminds you that your purpose down here is to get your man’s rocks off. So you move your hands, shifting to free the stiff bulge in his pants, his meat ready for you to suck off. For more reasons than one, you’re determined to give him a blowjob that will knock his absolute socks off.

Mickey finally stops putting up such resistance, at his wife’s insistence. Pissed as hell but figures that he may as well sit down and get some drinks in.

Ros explains to Raymond that the few other cousins and friends who typically attend at this weekly event are caught up in some incident elsewhere tonight in the West End.

You’re grateful for that, as your shameful position feels slightly less bad, with fewer people present.

Just ever so slightly.

Ray’s huge cock is hard as a rock, already, by the time you finally set it free. You start off lightly, gently. Press sensuous kisses all over the tip, before taking it in between your loving lips. Sucking tightly. Fuck, he’s so delicious—it’s such a struggle to stop yourself from moaning in bliss...

In the meanwhile Mickey is still fucking pissed, but he tries to contain it and change the subject as your absence has not gone unnoticed. “Hey, where’s my little sis? Sunday dinner ain’t something she’d miss.”

Umm... she’s in this very room. Literally two feet away from you. Doing the last thing a dignified woman should do. On her knees giving your right-hand man special under-the-table service.

Thankfully you are hidden from view. Your big brother would murder someone if he knew this were true. Someone being Ray, needless to say.

That thought gets you all hot, because you’re a kinky little slut. Not the thought of the kill, of course—just the sheer thrill. The excitement of doing something so taboo, so risqué. Knowing this divine dick is all yours, and your mouth just a hole made for him to so thoroughly fill...

Mickey has no idea that you’re down on the floor, serving Ray as his personal whore. Likely never will. Though you’ve implored Ray to take a damn stand, and to proudly declare that he’s your fucking man, sadly seems he’s too much of a weak little pussy to spill.

Or... or not. Ray proceeds now to answer the king’s question, as to why you are not present. And then—oh my actual God...

“Y/N isn’t going to make it. I spanked her so hard last night she couldn’t take it. Don’t think she’ll be able to sit right for weeks.”

All three Pearsons—the king, queen, and you—immediately lose the ability to fucking speak.

And of course this gets you even hotter, and makes you suck Ray even harder, ‘cause you’re a filthy little freak. That was too fucking hot to be true...

You can sense your brother standing up from his seat, earth shaking beneath his kingly feet. No doubt grabbing a steak knife to slice Ray straight through.

Ray remains still unruffled, unfazed—you can picture the faint subtle smirk on his face—and releases a soft little laugh, as you gag on his raging hard shaft. “It’s a joke, Mickey. Half-joke, at least.”

Raymond Smith never jokes?! No, not even just half... honestly... you think to yourself as you swallow his cock till you choke. You can tell from the vigorous throb of his meat that he’s quite fucking pleased.

Ever since what you’d said to him, Ray has become the way he is with you in the bedroom: an absolute alpha male beast.

“Settle down, my good friend,” he addresses his boss in a suave, savage tone that at once calms and condescends. “Part of you always knew this had happened. This unspoken flame between me and Y/N. There’s no need to pretend.”

You get off on the raw, regal power of Raymond as you bob your head back and forth on his massive cock over and over again.

Ray is not even finished with his boss-ass business. Making both you and Mickey his bitches. “And if you truly didn’t suspect a damn thing... then I think you’re too blind to be king.”

Your man has progressed from defiance to straight demolition. No one talks like that to Mickey Fucking Pearson. Given your shameful hidden position, the only one who could possibly swoop in to prevent utter chaos from breaking is Rosalind. She knows to stop this from spiraling.

“Ray is entirely right, darling.”

“But—” Mickey bristles but sits back down. Though he may be the boss, he’s the opposite as to Ros; Queen Pearson has control over the crown. “Ray, you do realize that you’ve implied my little sister is your little slut?”

“She is much more than that,” Ray responds as you give him the best damn head he’s ever had. The fact that he can sit there all cool and composed, while you swallow his cock down your dirty whore throat... God, you love him so bad. “She’s the light of my life, and I’ve fallen in love with her madly. And love is no crime. In due time—if she’ll have me—I fully intend on making her my wife.”

Holy... you swoon so hard that you almost collapse to the floor. But thankfully, you manage to keep your head up and continue your task as his cocksucking whore.

You can practically hear Mickey’s heart stop.

Ros chimes in just to break up the silence and hopefully stave off the violence. “Well, now, that’s some bomb to drop...”

The boss interrupts. “Raymond, you’ve really fucked up—”

“Before you tell me I’ve lost my job,” your man cuts him off, ruthless and rough, “let me tell you I don’t give a fuck. I’ve spent years as your lap dog. If you dismiss me, I’ll do just as well making a name for myself in this city. You must know that half of your men—and Y/N—would come with me.”

King Pearson has never taken such a blow to his dignity.

On a sisterly level you do feel for Mickey. But lust overpowers your sympathy. Shit has been escalating fucking quickly, and meanwhile your blowjob is getting increasingly filthy. Spit and precum spill onto the floor, as you gag on Ray’s fucking gigantic dick like a goddamn pornographic whore.

And your man is not done. Carries on. “Most of the men under you work for me, and I too have earned loyalty. Much as you’d like to think, Mickey—your place as king doesn’t mean you are the only man worthy of royalty.”

The cheerleader chorus in your whorish head is fanatically signing Ray’s praise. Yasss, king, slayyyyyy....

Rosalind steps in again to save the fucking day. “Oh, he’d never have fired you, Ray. And you know that you’d much rather stay. This has all gotten far out of hand, but the two of you have always been one another’s best man. You should both stow your egos away. If Y/N were here she would know just what to say.”

She is here and would say: Fuck my face Ray, all day every day.

Raymond’s words in this instant... are somewhat more graceful and tasteful than yours would’ve been. Just a little less nasty. He’s always been classy.

“Ros is right as ever. I’d much rather not make a move. We would all be much happier if you’d accept that you don’t own your sister, and that I will be with her, whether or not you approve. That it’s her right to choose whom to love. Either way we will be together, but I’m sure she’d prefer if there were no bad blood between her lover and her big brother.”

Raymond Smith is officially fucking perfect and there simply aren’t words to express how much you love this smooth-as-butter motherfucker. Best way you can attempt to express it is just to serve him as his personal cocksucker.

“Oh, that is beautifully put—Ray, let me assure you on the Pearsons’ behalf that there is not a drop of bad blood,” Ros declares before her husband can get a word out in front of her. “Why don’t you two idiots kiss and make up with each other. We’re all fucking winners, and now we can finally have some fucking dinner.”

You for one are having your dinner like a real fucking sinner. You gape your throat wide, to take Ray even deeper inside...

Mickey finally releases a long heavy sigh, satisfied and relieved of the need for a fight. Rage assuaged by the words of his wise, calming wife and the look of sincere love in Ray’s deep blue eyes. All he’s ever wanted for his little sister is a man who will recognize and respect your special value. Love and treat you right. Now the whole family knows that man is going to be Raymond, and Mickey comes to realize that there is no shame in it. Knows that the privilege of being your partner is one Ray will treasure with honor and pride.

“Alright, alright, alright,” Mickey raises his hands and claps them a few times together, in a playful yet heartfelt gesture. “Ray, I must say that you owned the night. Never really knew you had it in you.”

“Thank you, boss,” Ray graciously accepts the applause. “In this jungle you’re still the unchallenged king. But I own more than you think, and I plan to continue.”

At long last, the storm at this table has passed, and a waitress arrives to distribute menus.

This will be a long night, you realize, as you settle in deeper between your man’s muscular thighs. Not that you’re complaining; you could spend forever on your knees before Raymond. He somehow hasn’t even cum once yet despite how enthusiastically you’ve tried...

“I do have one question,” Ros puts in. “If you were half-jesting, about the spanking that you mentioned—then what’s the real reason Y/N isn’t present?”

Ray responds with the biggest, baddest serving of big dick energy. “Oh, I assure you she’s right where she needs to be. All the details are between her and me. But she will be delighted to hear how this evening went. Promise I’m taking good care of her.”

“You better, brother,” Mickey lightheartedly orders. “Say—why don’t you call her over, and have a date night with each other? Ros and I can head out and have one of our own, leave you lovebirds alone. Paint the town. Enjoy this fucking freedom you’ve found, now the secret is out. Bet Y/N’s gotten tired of sneaking around.”

“Oh, no doubt—that’s a lovely thought,” seconds Ros.

“Y/N would love that very much; we’re both touched. Thank you, boss.”

“Call me Mickey from now on, alright? No ranks among brothers. Sure, she’s not yet your bride, but it’s obvious how much you love her. You’re family, Ray, as of tonight.”

Ros stays behind for a quick second as Mickey starts heading outside. “You know you only won because you picked a fight. If you’d come in all sheepish begging for permission, Mickey would’ve scolded you into submission. You left both of us quite impressed. Let me guess—was this ballsy approach something Miss Y/N thought to suggest...?”

“Yes, indeed,” Ray responds with a fond little laugh full of love and respect even now as you kneel at his feet. “She’s the best.”

As they bid one another goodnight and she joins Mr. Pearson outside, it’s finally safe to poke your head out from under the tablecloth, you decide. So you slip his cock out of your mouth and slowly slide the white cloth aside...

The next words off of Raymond’s lips strike you dead. “Love, the night’s not over yet. This table’s still set, and I’m still at the head.”

Fuck. You should’ve known better than to stop for one second worshiping his royal cock.

“Haven’t even cum once, you filthy little cunt,” he taunts, dashing and dominant, flashing you an affectionate wink before you vanish under the tablecloth and resume your job of sucking him off in the middle of this fucking restaurant. “That’s it—get your head back down where it belongs, and start using that pretty tongue. Go on. Good little slut. Give your man what he wants.”

Needless to say, you obey him at once. You’re a slut for the power of Ray. You cannot fucking wait to be his wife... someday... and his cocksucking whore for the rest of your life. Every damn day.

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cupidquinn-moved · 2 years ago

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A few things to know about my treatment of Harley and the DCU (ie: the movies and shit)

— For as much as I still like the og Susquad for the sake of it being just...ridiculous and a lot of the aesthetic (look, we can go back and forth about Harley and sexualization until the planet’s heat death, but Harley has always been portrayed as a sexy girl that wore sexy outfits, and you can say that Ayer was probably not thinking about her agency as a person to dress however the fuck she wanted, but it’s how I choose to interpret it. Now, I’m not saying it’s wrong to interpret her as an oversexualized character, but I also think we need to sit down and have a long conversation about women simply existing in society is often sexualized without putting her in high heel sneakers and booty shorts), I felt really weird about the implication that she was somehow involved or complicit in Jason Todd’s death. Which oh boy, let me talk about that. Harley wasn’t even a character yet when Death in the Family came out, so it’s often ignored in her canon/fanon as a general rule. Now, most of the comics I’ve read with Harley in them hasn’t broached the matter, and in fan discourse, her involvement in it seems to be written off as a) it was before they got together b) it was the straw that broke the camel’s back and she bounced before things got crazy (and she feels bad that she wasn’t strong enough at that point to take Jason with her) or c) it was during one of their breaks, the whole situation actually attributed to the Jarley trope that Harley was the voice of reason between the two. ie: Had they been together, Harley would have never let it go that far, and because they’re broken up, Joker indulges in his darkest urges. Jarley shippers tend to take it a little further and say that Joker is in berserk mode as a way of coping with the breakup with Harley, like murder and mayhem is his ice cream pints and sad songs. Anyway, my point is, I super do not ascribe to Harley being any part of Jason’s death. Generally I just go with it happened before her or while they were on a break.

— I really like Birds of Prey so I’m pretty okay with referencing back to it if I’m rping with someone. Honestly, I will never know how to feel about Black Mask in that movie. I love it because I love Ewan and the aesthetic, and I like what he brought to the character. Yeah, yeah, evil gay, but I think we deserve the evil gays as much as we deserve the good gays in representation, and it should absolutely be noted that he never portrayed him as a predatory gay. He was never a threat because of his sexuality; he was a threat because he was a dangerously unhinged mob boss with a psychopath with a thing for knives and cutting people’s faces off at his beck and call. And yet......as much as I loved it, I also felt the dread of how chud nerds would bitch. Of course I forgot that they would be too busy being mad about women leading the film. lmao. Anyway, yes, my point is, I dig BoP

— Gunn’s Susquad is perfect and even though I have no idea where it sits in the DCU timeline, I’m kind of okay with it. I’ve watched the Susquad animations and read some comics, and it just kinda sits in its own little world. So I’m kinda whatever on how I fit it in to my canon. Oh look, I don’t have a lengthy tangent to go on.

tl:dr: Really, we’re all just vibes here.

#i am so sorry for how unhinged this is #meta

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storiesofsvu · 4 years ago

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Serendipitous Secrets & Surprises Ch 10

Rita Calhoun x fem!reader Warnings: language, sass, usual SVU type situations/cases discussed.

When Rita entered the precinct she wasn’t sure what she expected, but mainly empty desks, and the occupied ones with uni’s and you pacing in Olivia’s office wasn’t it. You were on the phone, your other arm wrapped around the small girl on your hip which piqued her interest even more. She glanced around the room, seeing not a single familiar face she crossed over to your temporary office, briefly knocking on the frame as you tossed your phone down onto the desk.

“What?” You snapped before you turned to the door, “shit sorry. We’re just…”

“Spread a little thin?” She suggested, placing a fresh coffee down on your desk that you briefly thanked her for.

“Yeah.” Sighing you shifted the girl on your hip, “Fin’s still on vacation, Noah’s arm might be broken and Lucy’s out of town so Liv’s dealing with that. We were fine until one of the rookies said the Q word, and now we’re in so deep I’ve got Carisi taking statements.” The girl in your arms shifted, her head rolling toward Rita and Rita’s brow furrowed. “What?” You asked.

“Figured that was Leah.” She stated and you laughed.

“This, is Aubrey. And we are waiting for ACS. Aren’t we?” Aubrey yawned, burrowing further into your shoulder as her eyes closed again. “Who’re you here for?”

“McAddams and Ayers.” Rita replied and you let out a heavy sigh, placing Aubrey down on the couch and pulling a blanket over her.

“Manor Hill hook that one up for you?” You asked as you shifted behind the desk, Rita chuckling at your antics.

“They protect their own.” She shrugged and you cast her a glare.

“Yeah. I know.” You passed her the folder, “for the love of God please take a deal on this one. These pricks need to go down.”

“How bad is it?” She quirked a brow and flipped open the file.

“They gang raped her at a house party, basically used her for a punching bag. She’s still in and out of consciousness at Mercy. There’s a chance you’ll end up looking at a murder case here.”

“You’d rather me deal than take this to trial? Doesn’t that work out in my favour?” She handed you back the file that you dropped down onto the desk.

“I don’t know if I have the stomach to watch that poor girl get put through the ringer and we all know you’re not about to hold back. Even if she was left for dead.”

“Just doing my job.”

“I know.” You glanced down at Aubrey, double checking she was asleep before you nodded in the direction of the squad room, “c’mon.” With a knock on the meeting room door you pulled Carisi and Rollins out of their witness questioning.

“Counsellor.” Carisi greeted and she nodded in return, following you down the hall to the interrogation rooms.

“Ms Calhoun’s here for both the boys from Manor Hill, they’re in two and four.” You glanced to Carisi, “good luck.”

The mood shifted as Rita slipped back into her full work mode, knowing she had her work cut out for her with this one as she stepped into interrogation. You and Amanda watched through the glass, you had to hand it to her, Rita was on her A game today, and despite your fair warning, she didn’t seem to be backing down so easily. Naturally, you only made it through a few minutes of the first interview before there was a wail of a screech from your office.

“Go.” Amanda nodded in the general direction, “I’ll keep an eye on this.”

“Thanks.” You tossed her a smile and jogged back to Olivia’s office, managing to get Aubrey calmed down with some extra pudding and colouring.

Thankfully ACS arrived shortly after that, you were worried Aubrey would freak out yet again, but it seemed she’d finally tired herself out, or wasn’t scared of the ACS worker. You made sure Aubrey had everything gathered together from the couple of places they’d scattered throughout the precinct and made sure to pass a card off to the worker, and that Pippa would be in touch when it came to anything trial related in a few days.

You mentally checked one thing off your to-do list and were now praying nothing else came up and you’d actually be able to sleep in your own bed that night. Turning back to the hallway leading to interrogation you let out a frustrated groan at the sudden outburst of yelling and the slamming of one of the doors echoing through the hall.

“You can’t be serious! An assault collar? These kids nearly killed her!” Amanda was clearly more than fired up already, and the sudden reappearance of Kat wasn’t helping. Carisi trying to place himself in the middle of the women to calm them down as Amanda started to step towards Rita.

“I’ll make that judgement call after I’ve looked over all your files Detective.” Rita shot back and you weren’t surprised when Kat dove right into the conversation.

“Carisi aren’t you going to do something about this? Isn’t it your job!?”

“I- I did my job. I turned down the deal and pressed for more!”

“Which I’m not willing to settle for.” Rita snapped back and your eyes widened at how sharp her tone was. “And if you’re going to continue to have a stick up your ass about it, I’ll see you all in court.”

“Don’t you think that’s a little much Counsellor?” Kat snapped, “Alice deserves some proper fucking justice.”

“How about you just stick to doing your job and don’t tell me how to do mine.” The older woman fired back, just as Amanda was about to open your mouth you let out a loud whistle, breaking into the conversation and pulling the attention off the situation at hand and to yourself.

“You guys mind?!”

“But she’s!”- Kat fired off, gesturing towards Rita.

“Shut it!” Your tone hardened, “Tamin, coffee break, outside the precinct. Amanda,” you picked up a ceramic coffee mug that had been sitting on a filing cabinet, “go smash this in the alley and take five. Carisi, office, now.”

“And what? Calhoun gets off scot free?” Amanda snipped and you huffed glancing towards her.

“No. I have no jurisdiction over her. But if she makes another scene in my squad room I will call her boss.”

“But.” Kat protested and you immediately hushed her.

“Go! And I want you two split up not riling each other up.” Still glaring each other down, Amanda disappeared down the back stairs, Kat stormed through the bull pen and Rita swiftly disappeared into a bathroom shortly down the hall. “Jesus fucking Christ.” You muttered, turning in that direction first.

“She’s not gonna change her mind.”

“I’m covered in pudding. I’m just washing my hands.” You snipped, “office Carisi.”

You could nearly feel how hard he was rolling his eyes but at least he followed your directions, leaving you to glance toward the bathroom. You gave Rita a moment to at least attempt to cool down, you didn’t exactly want to start any fights right now, and if she was already riled up you knew it wouldn’t take much. You slipped in the door, glancing toward the stalls to double check the rest of it was empty before you moved to the basin beside her to wash your hands. You hadn’t been kidding about the pudding.

“You okay?” You asked softly, pulling out paper towel. Rita’s shoulders sagged as she let out a slightly shaky breath.

“Yeah.” She seemed pretty tight lipped, “it’s just the case.”

“Can you pass it off?”

“If I do chances are I’ll lose Manor Hill as a client.”

“You sure you’re okay?” Your hand softly perched on her shoulder, squeezing ever so lightly and she seemed to shake out of it a little bit.

“Yeah, I…it’s fine.” She turned to you this time, a small smile on her face, “I’m just tired.”

“We all are.” It was your turn to sigh this time.

“You haven’t been home in three days.”

“Getting a hold of ACS is like pulling fucking teeth. And you saw how clingy Aubrey was.”

“They come pick her up?” She glanced at you with a hopeful look.

“Yeah.”

“So you’ll be home tonight?” You nodded, “good.” The knowledge seemed to ground Rita a little bit more, “with you gone all the time I just…I keep getting worried that they’re dragging you off undercover again.”

“Well with Fin on vacation, Benson doesn’t want her second in command gone, so that’s one thing you don’t have to worry about.”

“I still do.” Her voice was unbearably soft and you couldn’t help the small smile, reaching out to smooth back a piece of loose hair before pulling her into a hug, relishing at the feeling of her melting into you.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Rita cupped the back of your head, holding you to her while she pressed a kiss to your temple.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” You pecked her on the cheek, giving her a little squeeze before pulling away.

“Would you really have called your Mom on me?”

“Yes.” You rolled your eyes, “if you’re gonna throw another fit in the middle of my precinct could it at least be while I’m not in charge?”

“Sorry about that.” Her cheeks flushed and she gave you a sheepish smile, “something just…struck a nerve.”

“There’s no shame in passing off the case, you’re still a bad ass lawyer, you know that right?” Just as she started to reply a uni popped into the door.

“Sarge?”

“Yeah.” You glanced over Rita’s shoulder at them.

“What’re we doing with these boys?”

“Keepin’ them here, but Lucas! Make sure to keep them separate, okay?”

“Oh what? So you can try to convince one that the other flipped? I don’t think so.” Rita scoffed and you rolled your eyes.

“My precinct, my rules Counsellor.” You nodded to the uni to follow your orders, turning back to your wife who paused briefly to let the door swing shut before she spoke again.

“Don’t forget we have that dinner tonight.”

“Fuck…” you whined, “how has it already been three weeks since that invite came? I just wanted sweat pants and pizza.” Rita chuckled, squeezing at your wrist briefly.

“I know. Now, go be a bad ass Sergeant.” You rolled your eyes, following her out of the bathroom. Though you kept your eye on her as she left the precinct before ducking back into Olivia’s office.

“Sorry.” You muttered to Carisi as you dropped down behind the desk.

“She back down at all?” He asked and you sighed,

“When have you ever known Rita Calhoun to back down?” You asked over a sip of the now lukewarm coffee and Sonny snorted. “What the hell happened in there? I didn’t think I was gone that long.”

“Calhoun snapped.” He pinched at the bridge of his nose, “I mean, I know her an’ Barba used ta get into it, but even when she’s pissed I don’t think I’ve seen her this upset, definitely haven’t heard her yell like that outside a court room. She’s at least normally professional. It was like something set her off.”

“Did someone say something?”

“Rollins pulled out the hospital photos of Alice, brought up the fact that the first boy said that he had consensual sex with her to help her figure out that she wasn’t a giant…” he paused, a grimace on his face, “well…you know.”

“Derogatory term for lesbian?” You cocked a brow and he nodded. “She flipped at that?”

“Couple minutes after. Rollins was trying to dig in about the beating.”

“Trying to get him to flip on the other kid by overly describing what they did to her and her injuries?” You raised a brow, it was a pretty standard tactic.

“Yeah.” Carisi sighed, and you tossed yourself back in your chair with a huff.

“Maybe she just thought Amanda was trying to coerce a confession out of him after he’d already lawyered up.”

“Dunno. Kinda seemed like something more than that. You’ve known her for a while, right?”

“My whole life.”

You sighed, chewing your lip into your mouth as you tried to think about something. You knew she was already exhausted, between her current caseload, the home office renovations while maintaining the social life that a job like hers required (not to mention without you by her side at the usual spread of events thanks to your own schedule). The home office being out of commission meant she’d been spending more and more hours at the firm, and you knew she hated having people traipsing through the apartment, not to mention you hadn’t been home nearly all week.

“Honestly, I think that, like all of us, she’s just over worked and under rested.” Running a hand over your face you leant forward, “I’ll start digging through social media’s, see what I can find on Alice and the boys, let Calhoun figure out what her side of the battle is and you just focus on arraignment on Monday.”

“At least we’ve got a few days.”

“Yeah.” You gulped back the coffee, as Sonny stood, pulling his suit jacket back on. “Hey, Carisi…I’ve got your back okay? On this and other shit, I know how annoying it can be to have cops think they can do your job better than you.”

“Thanks.” He offered you a small smile, “call me if you need any warrants or anything.”

“I will.” Movement in the squad room pulled your attention, thinking Kat and Amanda were finally back from their breathers only to see your Mother traipsing through the sea of desks, “fuck…”

“Good. You’re still here.” She smirked.

“I haven’t been home in three days.” You groaned.

“I know.” She tossed a garment bag over the back of an empty chair, a shoebox dropping onto the seat of it, “took the liberty of picking you something up for tonight. What happened to that cute pink dress you had?”

“The Versace?”

“Yes.”

“It got covered in blood and then left in my locker overnight.”

“You know your job disgusts me sometimes.” Liz dryly commented, “at least there’s no blood on you right now.”

“No, just way too much toddler drool.”

“Could you please find time to shower before tonight.” He nose crinkled in distaste, partially knowing that you were egging her on.

“Do I really have to come?”

“Yes.” She stated simply, “you’ve known about it for weeks. I know you’re tired sweetheart but we all are right now. Be there by six thirty.”

“Fine.” You half whined, “but if anymore of your lawyers show up here yelling in the middle of my bullpen I will burn your firm to the ground.” She smirked,

“Careful, you’re starting to sound like Cragen.” Quickly she turned to Sonny, “Counsellor.” With a quick nod she was gone as fast as she’d come.

Carisi looked from her vanishing form, over to the garment bag, and then up to you, a curious expression on his face.

“What?” Your brow furrowed as you opened your laptop.

“I…don’t take this tha wrong way, and I’m not—uh…shamin’ or anything…”

“Spit it out Carisi.” You half teased and he laughed, his cheeks flushing.

“I guess I’m just impressed you make that age gap work.”

“What age gap?” Your face scrunched and he gestured towards where Donnelly had disappeared. “Liz?!” You half shrieked, a genuine grin taking over your cheeks for the first time that day.

“Well…I uh..I mean…she brought you clothes? And called you a pet name?” He stumbled over his words and you burst out laughing even harder, knowing that both her and Rita were going to have a field day with it, hell, the entire firm probably would.

“Liz is my Mom Sonny!”

“I-oh my God.” He could feel the flush creeping rapidly up his neck and fully into his face, “I’m so so sorry Sarge.”

“It’s fine.” You laughed out, tears prickling in your eyes, “that just made my week. And I mean…powerful lawyer women are my type so you at least got that part down.”

“God I feel like an idiot…” Sonny half mumbled as you wiped away the couple of tears that were building up in you waterline.

“Carisi putting his foot in his mouth again?” A voice teased from the door and the two of you looked up to see Barba leaning against the frame. “You okay?” His voice softened at the sight of your bleary eyes and it made you laugh harder, letting out a snort.

“Yeah.” You did your best to ground yourself, pulling it together enough to reply, “Sonny just thought Liz was my wife.”

“Oh please tell me he said that in front of her.” Rafael teased and you laughed again. He was more than well aware of your relationship, he’d been pretty involved since day one, being the equivalent of the best man at your wedding.

“No, but I will be telling the story tonight.” You shook out of it, glancing up at the older man, “what can I help you with?”

“Levers?” He stated, getting straight down to business.

“He’s in the cage. Two should be empty.” You cast a harder look between the two of them, “and let’s keep the yelling to a minimum this time.”

“‘Course Sarge.” Carisi mumbled, Barba giving you a gentle nod before they both disappeared through the office door.

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yandere-daze · 4 years ago

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`Til death do us part

Yandere Riddle Rosehearts x Reader

So I recently got into Twisted Wonderland and I love Riddle so much so I decided I had to do something for him ( as I promised with the drawing). This is what I came up with! Thank you so much for your help and listening to me scream about this @naranciabestboi ! I hope you enjoy it!!

Under cut for length!

Summary : Your parents had made plans for an arranged marriage, Riddle however was not pleased by this at all.

You held the letter in your shaking hands, rereading it´s contents over and over again to see if there was anything you had missed. Surely there had to be some kind of mistake on your part, you had to have misread something. Your reading comprehension has never been the best so surely there was a possibility at least? But no matter how long you stared at that cursed letter in your hands, the same cold hard truth was contained within the elegantly written words that were scrawled across the paper in a neat manner.

“Dear Y/n,

Your mother and me have observed your progress at Night Raven College quite closely and we are proud to see how far you have gotten with your studies. But don´t let this praise get to your head, you still have a long way to go if you want to one day become a worthy ruler and heir of the L/n name. So please remember to keep studying to one day achieve your goal.

But this is not the only reason I decided to write this letter to you. You see I have the greatest of news for you: Crown prince Ayers of the Devereaux family is currently looking for a spouse to rule beside him once he becomes king and ascends the throne. As far as I remember, you two have met before, haven´t you? It was but a year ago at one of the Devereaux family’s grand birthday celebrations. The young prince seemed to be quite struck with you back then, didn´t he? He is currently accepting offers from nobles all over the continent but your mother and me are very confident that you will prevail. A union between you both would be of great benefit to both of our countries and greatly improve our influence. Y/n please hear me out: I know how you might feel about this arrangement, but we are sure that this is for the best so we are not allowing any sort of protest or defiance from you. We have already offered your hand in marriage to prince Ayers. One day you will thank us for this.

Now then, we wish you the best of luck on your studies and we will hear from each other soon. It has been a long time since we last heard of you, so do send us a reply as fast as possible.

Signed,

D/n and M/n L/n”

You felt as if a burning hole had just opened up in your stomach as the situation you were in finally settled in. Your parents were trying to set you up on an arranged marriage? With someone you barely knew? Sure, you had met Ayers once but you didn´t have too high of an opinion on him. To you he was a bumbling fool that didn´t know when to stay quiet. You had made it quite clear that his presence wasn´t appreciated, but he either didn´t seem to take the hint or he just straight up ignored your resistance, because he kept asking you to dance with him the whole evening and in the hopes of him finally letting up on you, you reluctantly complied. Which looking back on it now was a huge mistake, as it was what put you into this miserable situation in the first place. You remember back then when your parents caught a glimpse of you two dancing, they looked so very excited for you, something you couldn´t quite comprehend back then. But now it all seemed so clear to you: Even back then, they were trying to find someone to arrange a marriage with, seeking to spread their influence and power. They said that they cared about you and that they only had your best interests in mind but you knew that you were secretly just a means to climb the social ladder even further. Because if they had truly cared about your wellbeing then they wouldn´t have forced you into this situation. Now you knew you were done for, doomed to marry someone you didn´t love and wanted as far away from you as possible. Right in this moment you wanted to vent out your frustration and anger: You wanted to punch the wall, scream your lungs out and let your angry tears flow freely but ended up doing none of that, barely containing your emotions as you heard footsteps approaching, heading right into your direction. You had to compose yourself. Whoever this was, you didn´t want them to see you in this state. You straightened your back as you slowly tried to ease the tension out of your shoulder while willing your face muscles to put a small smile on your face. Hopefully this would be enough to convince anyone passing by that you were fine and didn´t need anyone´s help right now.

Clack clack clack

You heard a familiar sounding fall of footsteps growing closer and closer until the sound faded as the person came to a stop seemingly right beside you. You forced your smile to grow just a tiny amount wider as you turned around to face to face whoever came by.

And as they exclaimed your name, you immediately knew just who was standing before you now.

“Y/n?”

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Riddle was on his way to head back to the Heartslabyul dormitory after class, as he saw the vague shape of a person standing just a few meters away from him, seemingly distracted. He at first didn´t plan to pay any attention to it, as he had enough important matters to attend to and surely, he wasn´t the right person to vent their problems to but as he got closer and closer, he was able to identify the student standing there. How could he not? He had practically memorized everything about you. Y/n L/n. The one person that was always there for him when all the other turned away from him. You were one of the only people that he felt like he could be himself with and he treasured your existence like no one else. You were the one spark in his otherwise bleak life that kept him going and gave him hope for a bright future. A future with you, ideally. But he couldn´t get too carried away now. Taking one good scrutinizing look at you, he was able to tell that something was wrong, the smile you had on your face looked forced, far too wide to be considered a natural one. You looked shaken and your shoulders were slightly trembling as if you were on the verge of crying. Just what could have put you into this state? Did someone hurt you? If that was the case then he needed to find out who it was and then have a rather stern…talk with the culprit. But first, he had to make sure that you were okay and maybe cheer you up a bit.

“Y/n?”, he called out to alert you of his presence if you hadn´t heard him approach yet. He wouldn´t doubt it from how distracted you looked. But he couldn´t help but feel his heart swell as your eyes lighted up in recognition and your shoulders lost some of their previous tension.

“R-riddle!”, you exclaimed in slight surprise as you shifted your arms around a bit. Riddle didn´t miss how you tried to casually put on of your arms behind your back, a sheet of paper clutched tightly in your hand as you put in the effort to try and hide whatever that was. He couldn´t help but slightly furrow his brow at this. He could easily guess that this letter was the cause of your distress and he felt irritated that you even tried to hide this from him, even if it was a poor attempt. Did you not trust him with your problems?

“Uhm.. fancy seeing you here haha…” He couldn´t help but chuckle in amusement despite the current situation, you very visibly cringed from how fake your own attempt at casualness sounded.

“Y/n I live here. And also, please show me what you are hiding beneath your back, you look really upset” At this, your shoulders tensed up again as you nervously shifted your weight from one foot to the other while you stammered out an excuse. “I-I don´t know what you´re talking about! I´m not hiding anything and I feel fine!” Your voice continued to stagger as your eyes locked onto anything besides Riddle´s face, which he didn’t like at all. Not one bit. Deep within him he felt the desire for you to look at him, to look only at him and no one else. For you to grace him with one of your radiant smiles that he had grown in love with. Yes, love. Oh, he loved you so dearly, your entire being and soul. He wanted to hold onto you tight and never let go. But he was getting sidetracked now, he really needed to get to the bottom of this current issue that laid before him. There was something you were anxious about and even worse tried to hide from him, that just wasn´t acceptable.

“Rules of the Queen of Hearts No. 404: Never tell a lie when talking to your ruler! And so badly as well. I demand to know what you have there behind your back!” Your eyes widened in shock, surprised that Riddle had seen through your oh so flawlessly crafted lie. Then after the initial shock had registered in your system you were quick to raise your eyebrows at his remark. “My…ruler? Really now?” Riddle couldn´t help but show off a proud smirk at that. “Yes, your ruler. Your dorm leader, you know? It´s basically the same thing but really that´s beside the point. You should not be lying to me in any kind of fashion, especially when you look so horribly distraught.” His eyes softened at the last part of his speech. Yes, he was a bit irritated at your stubbornness but he genuinely wanted to know what had happened. And who he needed to have a very stern scolding with.

“Well…okay. Because it´s you Riddle. I-I don´t think I can tell you myself but please just take a look at this letter it´s just….” You weren´t even able to finish your sentence before Riddle practically ripped the letter from your hands, his gaze practically devouring the words that were displayed on the paper. Y/n parents, they want to set them up on an arranged marriage? With someone like this? He couldn´t believe this was happening as he grew more and more furious, he ended up almost tearing the letter apart from how much his hands were shaking in rage. Who do they think they are, taking his dear y/n away from him like this? He had already planned his entire future with them, how he would confess in front of the rose bushes while watching the sunset together, how they would move in together after Night Raven College, how he would one day propose to them and they would get married... Yes married. They would get married one day. He would get his happily-ever after, no matter the cost. Y/n´s parents had the audacity to take them away from him so they had to pay a price! Riddle was much better suited as y/n´s future husband, he had so much more to offer! They would be fools to choose that Devereaux wanna-be noble over him!

You must have seen how infuriated he had gotten as you laid a gentle hand on his shoulder and as Riddle looked into your watery eyes, barely being able to hold the tears back, he came to a decision. He had to do something about this, there had to be a way out of this arranged marriage, even if it was the last thing he did. That wretched fool wouldn´t get to hold you in his arms, he would make sure of that. And as you circled your arms around him in a hug and wet his shirt as you finally let your tears flow, he came to the idea of just what he had to do to keep you by his side.

His face was slightly flushed from the gentleness of your touch as he ran a comforting hand over your back. “Y/n”, he murmured and you gently raised your head to look him in the eye. “I think”; he continued in a soft tone, so very different from his current mental state; “I think I know a way out of this miserable situation.” Your pretty eyes widened at this and displayed various emotions: surprise, confusion, intrigue, and also... hopefulness. “How so, Riddle? I don´t think my parents can be so easily swayed, they seem pretty set on marrying me off to some wealthy noble.” “And that´s exactly my point.” Now you just looked at him in confusion. “What do you mean? I don’t know what you´re getting at. I don´t think that- “

“Just let me finish explaining y/n”, he lightly scolded you as he waved a finger in front of your face. How adorable your little pout was. He could look at you all day. And he would.

“So, your parents want you to marry this man because they want to gain influence through combining your countries wealth, right?” He waited for you to give him a reluctant nod before continuing. “But what if coincidentally, an even better suitor appeared right before their eyes and pleaded for your hand in marriage? If they had a way bigger influence? They would drop these silly plans, wouldn´t they?” You tilted your head as if to properly think over what your dorm leader just told you before your expression lightened up, your mouth forming a surprised o-shape. “It seems like you understand what I´m trying to say, right? The Rosehearts name is a prestigious one indeed. I don´t think your parents would ever dare to dismiss the chance for their child to be called Y/n Rosehearts, would they? So, I thought of this solution. We write a letter to your parents, saying that you are already in a relationship with me and that we are planning a wedding in the near future. Because of this you can´t accept their oh so gracious offer.” “And then!”, you continued for him.” And then, when Ayers announces that he found a proper spouse we can stop the act and go back to being friends like before! Riddle that´s a great plan! What would I ever do without you?”

Yes, what indeed would you do without him? He wanted to properly enjoy the notion of being so important to you but the rest of your naively uttered comment left a very bitter taste in his mouth. You wanted to go back to being friends? He´s going to agree for now but that is not how this will end. Surely, after you two had spent so much time together pretending to date, he would be able to steal your heart and make you fall in love with him as much as he loved you. You would be his after this, he won´t let you break things off, surely you would see things his way after this.

“Exactly”, he instead said and told you that you two should get to writing the letter as soon as possible so the arranged marriage could be stopped. The very same day, the letter had been written and sent, talking about how you two had fallen in love during your school days and how you were already engaged to him. Yes, that detail was something Riddle was strangely persistent with. “It´s easier to sway them with this”, he had answered to your questions and you didn´t pay it much more mind. You trusted him completely and that´s exactly what Riddle adored about you.

He ran a delicate hand over the word “engaged” before slipping the letter into a fancy envelope and sending it out to be delivered as soon as possible.

Everything would fall into place and you would finally be his.

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As you had guesses, your parent´s response to you and Riddle´s supposed engagement had been ecstatic, talking about how proud they were of you and how they couldn´t wait for you two to get married. Yeah, you were sure they were; you thought sarcastically. Much to your delight, the plans for you to get married to Ayers Devereaux had been tossed out the window completely as well. At least for the time being. So much to them wanting the best for you, they were only interested in the noble title since the beginning. When you told the good news to Riddle, he seemed almost happier than you were. Well, that is to say a wide smile appeared on his face, which in his standards was a truly rare expression, saved for only very rare moments. This seemed to be one of them.

“I can´t believe it Riddle, your plan actually worked out! I can´t thank you enough for this!” It was true, he had really gotten you out of an almost impossible looking situation, thanks to him a heavy burden was lifted from your shoulder, you felt as if you could finally breathe easy now. “Don´t thank me just yet, y/n. It´s still not over, far from it in actuality.” You tilted your head in confusion at your dorm head´s sudden exclamation, not quite understanding what he was trying to say. “Y/n, don´t tell me you forgot already.” Noticing that you indeed seemed to have forgotten, he sighed in exasperation and lightly shook his head. “Did you already forget the second part of our plan? Perhaps even the most important one? Really, what am I to do with you?” You chuckled in slight embarrassment, not wanting to directly admit that you had forgotten about such an important detail but made it clear that you wanted him to continue. Seriously what was he talking about? “Alright so think about it like this: Out of the blue, one of the most important students in this school, the dorm head of Heartslabyul has just announced that he was going to get engaged to another student at school. Yet they were never even seen exchanging any kind of affection that could be seen as romantic? That doesn´t make a lot of sense, now does it? You would expect them to act like a couple, wouldn´t you?” You considered what your friend just told you and came to the conclusion that what he just said did make sense, he had a point. “Then what are we supposed to do in your opinion?”, you asked tentatively. You had an idea as to what he might propose but you didn´t just want to assume and push him into something he might not want. He had already done so much for you, you didn´t want to put even more pressure onto him. “It´s quite obvious, isn´t it?”, he answered your question while absentmindedly crossing his arms in front of his chest. “We have to act like a couple if we want people to believe us.”, he added with a slight smirk on his face. You knew it was coming but you couldn´t help but still feel surprised about it now that it was actually said. “Are you sure you want to do this? You don´t have to push yourself like this…” Riddle let out another sigh as he once again shook his head. “Don´t worry, I´m perfectly fine with this. And besides, what would be the alternative to this? Your parents finding out that we were just pretending and going back to that foolish prince to once again start discussions about your potential marriage? Now I´m pretty sure that neither of us wants that.” You wanted to retaliate something, anything, because it seemed pretty awkward for you to act like you are in love with your best friend but you didn´t really have a better idea than him and he was right. “Alright then. So, what should we do first? How are we going to go about this?” “Don´t worry to much about it, I already have everything planned out. Just leave it to me.”, he answered your question with a knowing smile on his face as he reached out his hand for you to take. With a light flush to your cheeks thanks to the gentle contact, you took ahold of his hand and let him lead you to who-knows where.

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The first place Riddle took you to was the kitchen in the Heartslabyul dorm, where Trey was already working on preparing the tarts and cookies for the redhead´s afternoon tea session. “Ah Trey, it´s good to see you. Would you care to prepare a larger serving for today? I want to share your delicious sweets with my beloved as we drink tea together.” Riddle had said this so casually, with such a practiced normalcy, that Trey´s shocked reaction of almost dropping the tart he had been working on just mere moments ago contrasted almost funnily contrasted with your “lovers” serious behavior. “Your… beloved? Riddle, did I hear that quite right? I think I might have misheard.”, Trey asked awkwardly while trying to fix the mess he had just caused in the kitchen involuntarily. “Yes, that is quite right. You see, y/n and me share a special connection with each other so it´s only natural that I want to spend more time with them. I assumed that´s what happy couples do, or am I mistaken?” You yourself where almost taken aback by how serious your friend sounded, even if you knew firsthand that it was only an act he had put on. You knew that Riddle was a genius but you didn’t expect him to be so good at acting as well, you were almost convinced by his words alone and he hadn´t even said more than a few sentences. “So, you two are together? Since when?” Trey looked befuddled as he fixed his head that was threatening to fall off from all of its owner´s abrupt movements. You decided to let Riddle do the talking because he seemed to be much more composed than you felt, you didn´t trust yourself to start speaking now without your voice shaking. “Indeed, we are a couple. We´ve been together for some time now but had decided to keep it a secret until now. Y/n was a bit nervous about everyone knowing about us so I kept quiet about it as well. I hope you understand.” Right at this moment, the teapot started making loud noises, indicating that the water was now boiling and ready to be poured. “I understand. To your luck, I actually already made a bit more than usual, so you are more than welcome to take everything here.” “Splendid!”, Riddle exclaimed before looking at you. “Thank you very much!”, you thanked Trey while grabbing most of everything you two needed for your teatime, causing your arms to be completely overloaded with pastries. You said your goodbyes before leaving the kitchen and following Riddle down the hallway. On your way to what you assumed was the garden a familiar looking figure came into view. Judging from the general large statue of this person as well as the tell-tale white fluffy ears, it was Jack Howl that was currently walking right in your direction. When he came closer and finally recognized your face behind the mountain of treats in front of your face, his ears quickly peaked up as he gave you a greeting. “Y/n, why are you carrying all of this stuff? Is this some kind of punishment from the dorm head?”, he tilted his head quizzically while looking at the mentioned person calmly walking beside you. “We are, in fact, walking to the gardens to have a tea party- date. I would appreciate it if you could move out of our way swiftly.” You couldn´t help but notice that Riddle´s tone had gotten a bit snappish, a light glare lingering on his face, indicated by the way his eyebrows furrowed. “D-date? Uh sure, I will but why are you making y/n carry everything by themselves? They look overwhelmed and you aren´t carrying anything. Come on, let me help you carry this.” You smiled in gratitude as you thanked Jack for his great help as he leaned over to take some of the weight off of you, lightly brushing against your arm in the process. Suddenly, Riddle grew very red in the face, the color now rivaling the intensity of his red hair. “Unbelievable! Stop this insolence at once!” Surprised by his sudden outburst compared to his calm state before, you and Jack turned your heads to properly look at him once more. He was fuming, his hands almost shaking. “What´s wrong, Riddle?”, you asked innocently. What had happened? Had you accidentally broken a rule again? But you had done that several times before and he had never reacted this badly in any of the other instances. So, what was wrong? “You want to know what´s wrong? Rules of the Queen of Hearts No. 420: Never touch your ruler´s property! You´ve made a great mistake breaking this rule, Jack Howl!” He seemed truly mad right now for some reason and with a wave of shock you saw him raising his magical pen. Surely, he wasn´t meaning to-

“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!”, Riddle screamed as he let his magic roam free. Few seconds passed before the heart shaped collar appeared around Jack`s neck. “Why you-!”, Jack growled. “Riddle why did you do that? What´s gotten into you? He just wanted to help me, that´s why he touched the tarts! If anything, it´s my fault as well.” But Riddle didn´t look like he even wanted to consider your exclamation before he promptly grabbed your hand once more, this time quite a bit more tightly as he started walking ahead and pulling you along with him, not paying any mind to the yelling man you two had left behind. You walked quite some minutes before you two came to a stop at a very familiar sight. You were greeted by the beautiful sight of rose bushed that were painted red and a fancy looking decked table. Carefully you set down everything you had to begrudgingly continue to carry on your own because of what happened just a few minutes ago. The thought still wouldn´t leave your head. Why had Riddle reacted so strongly to Jack touching the sweets? After all, hadn´t Trey technically touched them as well when he made them? How would you even bake something without touching it? You swore, these rules kept making less and less sense to you, this was ridiculous. Seemingly noticing that you were still upset, the redhead sighed as he sat in the chair facing yours as he reached his hand over the table, encouraging you to take it. You were still mad so you refused to do so and instead just stared right into his eyes, trying to convey your disagreement with what he had just done. Sensing your hesitancy after refusing to take his hand even after several seconds had already passed, a steely look crossed Riddle´s face as he sighed once more, this time sounding more disappointed as he decided to take the initiative and practically leaned over the table to take your hand that laid out before you on the table and pulling it more towards where he could reach better. Looking down at your now entwined hands, you felt frustration take over, still not understanding what had happened. “You know”, Riddle broke the lasting silence as he simultaneously ran his fingers over the back of your hand which you interpreted as his way to try and calm you down to make you listen. “I wasn’t mad because of the tarts.” At this, you were surprised. What else could he have gotten mad about then? “But I thought you said that he touched- “ “Yes that is what I said. But I wasn´t talking about the tarts.” Now it was your time to be confused. “But then what…” “You.”, he simply uttered. “Huh? What?” “I said, you were what I was mad about. That filthy animal was touching you, I couldn´t allow that.” Was he serious right now? “But Riddle, Jack wasn´t touching me inappropriately, he was just trying to help me! It was barely a sliver of a touch!”, you protested. Also... does that mean he saw you as his property? Because that was what the rule implied, wasn´t it? Never touch your ruler´s property! That didn´t sit right with you at all. “That doesn´t matter, he still broke a rule and for that he needed to be punished. How am I going to make people obey the rules when they never get punished for breaking them?” You still didn´t agree with what he was saying but didn´t know what to tell him anymore so you decided to keep quiet and just looked at him with a disappointed glare. Sensing your slight animosity, he rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand in a soothing manner as he tried to calm you down again.

“Okay y/n, I admit, I might have been a bit to harsh to him, so can we please just forget about this and change the topic? I don´t want our first date to start on such a sour tone.” You were begrudgingly going to accept Riddle´s apology, fully aware that it was just in his nature to be a bit strict with rules, until the last part of his statement fully settled in. “F-first date??”, you choked out in shock. Amused by your demeanor, your “suitor” couldn´t help but chuckle.

“That is what I said, isn´t it? If we want people to believe us then we must act more like a couple would, wouldn´t you agree? And one very important part is going on dates with your significant other. Or so I´ve heard. So, let´s make the most out of our shared time together, shall we?” He then reached for one of the two plates you brought along and laid it out in front of him as he put the other one away and meticulously cut a big piece out of the strawberry cake sitting down in front of him. You were about to once again protest, were you not going to get any cake? That was until Riddle dug into the sweet treat with his fork, making sure to gently balance the cut-out chunk on top of the eating utensil as he slowly leaned forward again, fork in hand. You watched him quizzically until the inviting sweetness stopped right in front of your closed mouth as Riddle looked at you expectantly as he softly poked your lips with the fork in an attempt to coax you into opening your mouth for him. “Well?”, he asked with an impatient but also clearly smug expression on his face, “Aren´t you going to open your mouth for me? You don´t want the cake to go to waste, do you?” “Just give me my own pla- “, you were cut off as Riddle used this opportunity to forcefully shove the fork into your mouth and though you were surprised by his sudden impulsiveness you couldn´t help but marvel at the sweet aromas that filled your mouth right in that instant. It was so good, you couldn´t help but let out a pleased sigh.

“See? That wasn´t too hard, was it? And there´s more from where that came from.”, Riddle teased as he cut out another piece of cake with his fork. And though you were flustered beyond belief at his almost out of character behavior, you couldn´t say you minded too much.

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It´s been a week since you two started this arrangement and everything had been going according to plan. It all went so perfectly, Riddle couldn´t help but think. He still couldn´t help but blush when he recalled how bold he had been that afternoon when he affectionally fed you cake and how you had seemed to greatly enjoy it as well after your initial hesitancy. You were coming around to the idea of you two becoming a couple for real, he could just feel it already. He couldn´t wait for you two to get married, the preparations were running along so smoothly now. He had picked out the perfect wedding venue, a breathtaking garden that was filled with beautiful red roses that would create a wonderfully romantic atmosphere, though he did have to admit that he wasn´t the most well-versed person when it came to decorations. He guessed that he just had to ask you for your opinion when he finally brought the joyous news to you that you would get married in just a few days from now! Wasn´t that wonderful? You two would be joined in a harmonious and happy union for the rest of your life! Ah he felt his heart swell with longing and excitement when he pictured you in your wedding attire, waiting for him at the altar to exchange your vows of never-ending and eternal love. He wanted to hear it so desperately, that you loved him just as much as he loved you, that you would never abandon him and spend the rest of your life together in a far away home. It was his dream, the one thing he couldn´t live without. He had sacrificed so much during his childhood, he was never allowed to have free time or spend time with his friends, he wasn´t allowed to eat unhealthy desert, he was forced to always give it his all even when he was on the brink of passing out from exhaustion. He wouldn´t let anyone ever take you away from him, you were way to precious to him. That was exactly why he had to get rid of any potential threats that could endanger your blossoming love, and the very first person on his list of targets was one Ayers Devereaux, that foolish prince that had tried to marry his y/n before Riddle could even confess his love to them. It had thrown him completely out of the loop and taken him by surprise. He had felt panic, anger, sadness, despair. All of these very strong and intense emotions that had almost seemed to overwhelm him at the time. He couldn´t ever risk this to happen again so he had to act quickly. Now of course he couldn´t just let the crown prince of a rising kingdom disappear into thin air, it would have been way too suspicious and he wanted to avoid the political drama at any costs. So instead, he went with a more pacifistic approach. Instead of having that noble murdered in cold blood, he had instead opted to look for a different spouse for him and set the two up. And from what he has heard from his messengers, his operation went successfully, the both of them were now officially engaged and that prince posed no threat to their love anymore. And on top of that, Riddle had been keeping a close eye on you all this time, spending as much time with you as he could and driving away any other possible suitors that might try to take you away from him. It wasn´t too hard to keep noisy people away from you, just one angry glare sent at the offending party and a threatening raise of his magical pen was sure to make anyone run for the hills in fear of having broken another one of the 810 rules he had promised to keep up. And while it normally would have greatly frustrated him in any other situation that no one had truly made the attempt to memorize all of the rules set up by the Queen of Hearts, it proved to be a great asset in this matter. If no one except him knew the rules by heart then he could just make them up as they were convenient to him and no one would dare to oppose the Heartslabyul dorm leader in fear of getting their magic locked away. Truly it pleased Riddle greatly to see everyone turn away from you after just making up a few rules on the spot.

“Rules of the Queen of Hearts No 666: At exactly 4:20 pm on any given day, the ruler is to spend a shared teatime with their significant other for at least 3 hours.”

“Rules of the Queen of Hearts No 69: It is forbidden to look at your ruler´s significant other if they are spending time together.”

“Rules of the Queen of Hearts No 420: You shall not approach your ruler´s significant other without their explicit consent.”

No one dared raise an eye at any of these unusual rules, after all the unusual was expected with the Rules of the Queen of Hearts. It wasn´t hard to believe that these could be actual rules so no one had caught onto him so far. And that just meant he could spend as much time alone together with you as he liked without anyone protesting. As he thought on and on about how everything had been going just as he had planned, he felt his heart speed up drastically as he saw you approach him with quick steps, a wide smile on your face. Coming to a stop in front of him you were left nearly breathless as you collected yourself before meeting his loving gaze with a deliciously joyous expression.

“Riddle! You won´t believe this! We did it!” How amusing, were you talking about the engagement of that noble? He had just been thinking about it as well, did that prove you two were connected in some way? You had to be, otherwise the wild emotions you caused within him didn´t make any sense. He had never felt this way before but he knew he wanted to hold onto this feeling forever. He decided to indulge you for a bit. “What are you talking about? What happened?” “You won´t believe it! It´s about prince Ayers, you know, the one that was supposed to marry me? Well he just announced his engagement to someone else! We are finally free!” And Riddle couldn´t agree with that sentiment more, you were finally free to both leave this academy together and spend the rest of you lives together, he could hardly wait. “That´s good to hear. Of course our plan worked out.” You took a small bow in front of the Rosehearts before making eye contact once more.

“Really, I can´t thank you enough for what you have done for me! You pretended to be in love with me, all so I wouldn´t get married to someone I didn´t want to marry! So, thank you!”

Wrong. You were wrong. Riddle didn´t pretend to be in love with you, this wasn´t just an act, why couldn´t you see that? He loved you so dearly with his entire being, what else did he need to do to prove that to you?

“-so we can finally stop pretending to be in love with each other and go back to being friends!”

What did you just say? Surely you were kidding? “Y/n what are you saying? Go back to being friends? I can´t allow that to happen.” Your face was quick to fall then, slight discomfort crossing your face.

“Riddle, what are you saying? We aren´t really together, you know? It was all just an act to prevent the arranged marriage, you know that, right?”

Riddle couldn´t help but let out a mirthless laugh at that which seemed to unsettle you even further as you tried to take a step back. But he wouldn´t allow you to go away, to leave him. He grabbed onto your wrist and pulled you closer again, your shaking and pulling not deterring him in the slightest, instead only making his grip even tighter.

“You can´t leave me y/n, I love you! I love you so much! This was anything but a game to me so please, give us a chance! Even if you don´t feel the same right now, these feeling could still grow! There´s still hope!” His breath was ragged now as his shoulders heaved up and down as his body shook. A look of sympathy and understanding now formed on your face and for just a moment, everything seemed okay. You wouldn´t reject him, you would stay by his side. It would all be okay. But his fleeting hope was utterly crushed as soon as you opened your mouth again.

“I´m flattered to hear this Riddle, really I am! But I just can´t accept your confession. I´m really sorry but there is someone else I love, it wouldn´t be fair of me to play with your feelings like that. I hope you understand.” Your eyes sparkled in sincerity but for Riddle, it felt like his world was falling apart right in front of him. You liked someone else? Who? WHO? Who could have caught your heart like that under his own watchful gaze? Who had achieved what he couldn´t?

“Y/n, please answer me. Who are you in love with? I NEED TO KNOW!” It shocked both you and Riddle himself how he had practically screamed out the last part of his sentence but he couldn’t be fazed by this at all now that his dreams were being destroyed right in front of him while you tried to take another step backwards. Riddle noticed the way you were tugging at his arm as a sign for him to let you go but he wouldn´t have any of that. You two were destined to be and nothing would come between the both of you.

“Riddle please let me- “

“NEVER! Rules of the Queen of Hearts No. 911: Never ever break up with your ruler! Especially not right after he had spilled all of his precious feelings for you and opened his heart to you, just to be trampled on and bested by some other wanna-be when he would be the way better choice!! DON`T LEAVE ME OR IT`S OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!”

“Stop this Riddle please, you´re scaring me!”, you cried out as you kept struggling in his grasp and then… the tears started flowing. The redhead softened his gaze as he saw the tears run down your cheek and he used his unoccupied hand to gently wipe away your tears as he whispered to you with a decidedly calmer tone.

“Shhh don´t worry, everything will be okay! You don´t need to tell me who it is, I will find out myself and then I´ll make them disappear! I know that you are nervous, we are going to get married in just a few days after all but there is no reason to fool yourself into thinking you love another man! So just let me hold you close for the moment until you have calmed down, okay? This was an eventful day for the both of us so let´s just rest.” As he said this, Riddle pulled your shaking form into a tight embrace and then after meeting your eyes with a gaze that could only be described as utterly obsessed, he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss onto your forehead.

“It´s okay, it´ll all be over soon. Tomorrow we can choose what kind of wedding cake you want and after that we can get your wedding attire measured out, okay? And then, we can finally get married and leave everything else behind. We can finally be happy together forever.”

“´Til death do us part”, Riddle whispered as he got down on one knee to slip a beautiful golden ring onto your finger, adored with a blood red gemstone that cost half a fortune.

Everything went according to plan.

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