#which is something I desperately need right now

[pricesprincess]

smut mdni

john talking you through your orgasm the first time you two fuck which is something you only thought that happened in erotica books.

you met him from a mutual friend at a pub for a late night dinner. kate, who had to schedule time to fit you both in, and then she needed to leave because her wife called her home.

"i hope to find a husband someday that wants me home because he misses me." you teased.

something john never forgot.

the chemistry was undeniable, pulsing around you both like electricity that you could feel in your bones, it didn't take him to get you home.

he had you on bed spread out, his mouth kissing each inch as the coarse hair of his beard left strokes of possession like a paintbrush.

his tongue brought you to the highest you've ever been, he ate your pussy like it was the most delicate candy on the world taking his time in kissing up and down your cunt.

teasing and thrilling, he kept you on edge, turning your blood into honey as you humped his mouth desperately chanting his name.

when his fingers easily slid inside your wet heat curling, you swore your body took a screenshot as he made sure to bully your sweet spot.

"c'mon on now love. you can take it." john encouraged you to fall over into the pool of pleasure, tingles shot up your spine like a zap.

when john pulled away, he had freed himself to tap the fat head of his cock against your gushing pussy with a wet splat making your face all heated and belly all twisted.

he chuckled and slowly thrust in, letting you feel each throbbing inch, each one widening your eyes. "doing good for me sweetheart."

john dropped down and fucked you nice and slow until you were sobbing in his arms kissing away your tears he caressed you gently.

"no need for tears. i'm right here." he cooed.

that's how you ended up with a husband who called you to come home because he misses you.

[railingsofsorrow]

Back To Normalcy

[JJ Maybank x reader]

summary: JJ often caught your unfocused gaze drifting to a random corner, lost inside your head. After Morocco, he noticed that a lot.

pairing: jj maybank x f!reader

w.c: 2.8K

warnings/content: near death experiences (flashbacks); obx4 ending is discussed (as in graphic descriptions of what happened so be aware); jj being the best whipped boyfriend; PTSD is hinted; hurt/comfort (trust me, no one dies); paragraphs in italics are flashbacks.

A/N: this is kind of a fix-it and it is set after the pogues find the blue crown. it will have discrepancies regarding canon cause I didn't watch obx4 part 2. bear with me. I'm editing this in the middle of class lol. merry christmas to those who celebrate and a happy new years!!!

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“So it's like... We gotta think of everything. Yeah, we found it, but we gotta—”

“... Have a solid plan, yeah, Pope.” John B cut him off, earning a glare which made the edge of his lips quirk up in amusement. If there was one thing the Pogues had fun in doing, that thing was annoying Pope Heyward. It was just too easy. “Sorry, sorry.” The Routledge boy raised his arms, pretending to surrender but the grin in his mouth betrayed him. John B never felt the will to smile more than he did in that moment. He had his friends. His family. With him. Safe and sound. Finally. Everyone in one piece. Barely. . . And back home. What more could he ask for?

What more could any of them ask for, really?

You tuned out the conversation for the tenth time that night. You loved bonfires. Especially the ones where your friends organized, where you felt at home around their stupid jokes and drunk laughter.

But you couldn't focus tonight. Somehow you always ended up right back in the scalding sand of Morocco, blood sipping through your fingers as tried desperately to stop it. Your screams of agony even though you weren't the one stabbed echoed through your brain like you had worked hard to memorize it.

You'd rather it had been you, actually. No doubt about that.

The soft nudge in your leg made you step out of the infusion of bad memories your head had conjured up. As your eyes adjusted to the bonfire's flames, you noticed all your friends staring at you in expectancy.

“What?”

Instead of the nudge, you felt cold fingers come in contact with your thigh and you almost flinched at the coldness — that coldness — before you caught the beer bottle in his hand. With a gentle squeeze to your thigh, JJ brought you back to Earth.

“I was just tellin' them here,” he began, leaving his beer aside to scoot closer. “how I'm gonna kidnap you to South America any moment now.”

“Hey.” You forced your breathing to slow down. He didn't need you freaking out now, he needed you to be on your best sane behavior, that's what JJ needed. He needed you. “Jay? Baby, take a deep breath, it's alright.”

“He, um...” JJ's shaky hands reached yours and you shook your head when his fingers curled around your bloody ones in his stomach. “I can't— You—”

“I'm here. It's okay. It's gonna be okay, yeah? You just, you just have to keep breathing. Slowly, like me? Okay?”

Where was everybody?

“And how are you gonna do that?” You forced out, taking a long sip of your beer in a foolish attempt of drowning the memories in your head.

Sarah let out a snicker and Cleo's thick accent scolded somebody but you couldn't bring yourself to the present moment. No, you were still fucking there.

“Pope!” You bellowed now unable to control the shakiness of your hands as they tried to stop the blood. So much blood. So much blood. Why? “John B! Where is— Kiara! Baby, hey, hey!” You used one of your hands to grab his cheek, tilting his head to look at you, his half-lidded eyes showed you how weak he was. You didn't care that his pretty face was smeared with your bloody hands, you had to make him stay awake. “JJ? JJ!”

He blinked with difficulty, gazing up at you. “Hi...” And he had the decency to smile. He smiled! How can someone who has been stabbed smile and it takes your breath away the same away? You never thought you'd see his last smile and you shouldn't even be thinking of that because you both are young and have a whole life ahead of you so why would you be thinking of your boyfriend's last smile?

“Hey.” You cried out. “J, you gotta stay awake for me, okay? I'm getting help. You just have to—”

“I love you.”

Certainly, your whole body froze right at that second. That hadn't been the first time he said it, no. JJ made sure to let you know he loved you thousands of times ever since he said the three little words for the first time. And every time he said it, you felt the warmth of his arms around you, his sunbathed skin against yours and the softness of his lips curling in his favorite spot on your neck after a long day.

That's what “I love you” means when JJ says it.

Except now there was no warmth because he felt cold. Everything regarding him was cold. The kind of coldness a boy with the sun in his smile shouldn't have. There was no smile, not the same smile, at least. There was no life because your favorite boy was saying goodbye and that's what his words meant this time.

Coming back to the bonfire was almost as if a bucket of cold water had been splashed in your face. Your friends had vanished. Nobody was around but you.

“Hey.”

. . . And JJ.

You should've thought he wouldn't have left you alone.

“Hey,” you offered him a half-assed smile. “Where's everyone?”

“Inside.” He mentioned towards the house with a jerk of his head before turning back to you. His cerulean eyes studied your frame for a bit before he let out a sigh, standing up and outstretching a hand in your direction.

You stared at it and him with a raise of your brow. A question.

There was nothing JJ hated more than waiting. So, he didn't wait. He lowered fully to kiss your lips since you were sitting down, enjoying the way they parted in surprise. Stealthily, he wrapped an arm behind your back and beneath your knees and before you could react he pulled you up as if you weighted a penny.

“Jesse James Maybank!”

Oh, he was well aware he was in deep shit when you say that but hell, he missed having a reaction from you that was something other than forced smiles and blank stares.

JJ often caught your unfocused gaze drifting to a random corner, lost inside your head. After Morocco, he noticed that a lot.

“Not the government name, babe.”

“Dude, put me down.”

A gasp. “And now I've been called dude what has this world become!”

He halted near the water, after walking across the beach for a few long minutes with you in his arms. You just stopped fighting, slapping his butt at every step he took.

“You think it's the drums or somethin'?”

“Could be.”

As he sent a look of disapproval your way once he placed you down on your feet, it pulled a laugh out of you.

His fingers — no longer cold — cupped your cheeks and brought you closer. “Do it again.”

“Do what?”

His eyes carried that glint of pure joy mixed with the ocean blue that would get you hypnotized. You just didn't know why this time.

“Your laugh. Haven't heard it in so long.”

Oh.

“That's not true.” You held his wrists just to feel the warmth of his skin when he began caressing your cheeks.

JJ hummed, the sound a gentle protest against your claim. He's come a long way to know your little tells, so he wasn't not easily fooled. With a glance in your way, he knew the hidden meanings.

“Uh, yeah. It is, babe.”

You pulled your hair behind your ears, burying your toes in the sand as you racked your brain to seek an excuse that would work to get you out of that conversation. Any excuse would do, really. But you feared you used all of them since you came back from Morocco. And he knew that.

“Are you ready to talk about it?”

Your throat bobbed as you swallowed down with difficulty.

“Are you?”

“That's not what I asked.”

You finally glanced up, finding him staring forward at the waves, almost distracted. No, not almost. The look in his eyes, you recognize in yourself when drifted back to two weeks ago and the horror took over your mind. It didn't only happen to the two of you, you remember that every time you caught John B outside in the middle of the night, arms behind his head as he stared at nowhere in particular. Or Sarah, when she would crawl up into your bed saying she missed you but you knew exactly what she meant by that. Or Cleo. Oftentimes you needed to force something out of her given everything she went through otherwise she would shove it all in and then never share. Or Pope, because he lost a lot and yes he would never say he hated the whole chasing gold adventure or Poguelandia but he missed safety and a time when you didn't have to worry about danger at your every corner. He's getting used to peace a little more now. Or Kiara, the girl who was a fighter through and through and would choose her friends over anyone in the world, but she needed reassurance once in a while and you all would coddle her a little when you knew it was time for it.

The look.

They all had it. They all suffered through stuff that made them carry it.

And not talking about it made it worse, you told Cleo that once, but since when did you ever take your own advice?

“Yeah, well, Jayj.” You begin, crossing your arms over your chest as the wind picked up. “It happened to you, not to me. It's you who should be ready to talk about it, not me.”

“I remember the blood in your hands, my blood,” JJ still didn't look at you. He was ready to talk about it, not ready-ready but he could accept what happened. That he almost wasn't here. “I remember your voice asking—pleading for me to not close my eyes—”

“Stop.”

JJ finally turned to you, his lips tugging downwards with sadness. “See? It's you who can't talk about it.”

“You almost died in my arms and you expect me to just accept that as if it was a common occurrence?!” It came out as an accusation but in reality you didn't really blame him. He had no fault whatsoever in being stabbed and almost dying. The fault relayed only on the person who caused this torture on all of you. “I can't...” Your voice cracked with newfound emotion. “I can't imagine living in a world where you're not in it, JJ.”

Before he could speak, you cut him off. The dam had broke and now everything you had been hold it in was going to be unleashed.

“You told me you loved me and then you... You stopped breathing.”

He blinked, brows furrowing in thought. JJ knew there was some things he couldn't entirely recall that day, but he didn't remember that.

“I love you.”

If his heartbeat was faint before, now it was non-existent and if felt like the weight of the world had crumbled down on you.

“Open your eyes,” you begged, grabbing his cheeks as a cry of pain left your lips. He was cold. His eyelids shut as if he was sleeping. He was calm. “JJ, open your eyes!” And that's when you felt something touch your shoulder, different hands and voices beside you. All you could focus was on him. “No, c'mon. Jay. Jay? I didn't—” you held his head to your chest, fully sobbing. It was like your heart was being ripped apart. “I didn't say it back.”

Even if she had told him she loved him as many times before, she hadn't say it one last time in time.

You flinched slightly when you were pulled into a pair of arms, fingers reaching the back of your neck to gently press you against a chest. A beating heart welcomed your ears and you didn't realize you were crying until the sobs must've echoed the entire beach.

“I'm sorry, I don't— I don't remember that.”

Your cries were muffled by his shirt. “It wasn't your fault,” you said, your chest tight. “I wish it hadn't gotten to that point cause it was... Fuck.”

JJ tightened his arms around your shoulders, burying his face into your neck. He was still clearly shaken up by what happened, reasonably so. But seeing you like that... He would've take back every decision he made that took your group to that moment just so you wouldn't have to go through that.

He complained when you pulled back a little, drying your tears to glance up at him. Your lips stretching into a timid smile. A real one.

“I'm glad you're okay.” You said with a nod, exhaling as the fog diminished significantly. “I'm happy. But I'm so deeply sorry that I couldn't do more. That I almost let you—”

“Hey, no, no.” JJ was quick to interrupt your train of thought, grabbing your shoulders. “Do not even go there, alright? Absolutely not. Don't even— babe.” He leaned down to connect your foreheads. “You saved my life. All of you. You really think I'd be fine with going... wherever that I wouldn't be able to annoy the shit out of you? I mean— ow!”

You glared at him after punching his forearm though you weren't upset as soon as he gave you his disarming grin that turned your legs to Jell-O.

“You told me you can't imagine living in a world where I'm not in it, right? Well.” JJ brought your hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles as his blue eyes full of life studied you in a serious manner. “I happen to absolutely not want to live in a world without in it either...” He tugged you closer. “It would be boring as hell and that's why I would probably, I don't know, crawl out of whatever grave I was in to tickle your feet during the night.”

“Fuck off.” You groaned with a laugh and he shut you up with a kiss, his hand crawling up on your back to press your closer.

“I can't live without your sounds,” he kissed the edge of your mouth, then moved towards your jaw. “Any of them. I can't live without your smile or seeing your lashes fluttering before you wake up. Or without seeing you when you're pissed at me and you pout the entire time, it just makes me want to kiss you but I know it would earn me a punch in the neck.”

“Yeah it would.”

He chuckled, lifting you so you could wrap your legs around his middle. He held the back of your thighs, thumbs running through your smooth skin.

“Hey.” He said softly, bumping his nose with yours as the waves crashed a few feet away, butting in on your moment. “I love you. And I'm gonna stay in your life for as long as you let me. There will be no stupid rushed goodbyes or near-death experiences that will stop that, alright?” He smiled when you nodded, pressing your lips to his. “Yeah.” He started kissing your whole face then just to listen to the inevitable sound of your laugh again. He could never get tired of it. JJ would crawl out of hell just to hear that sound for the rest of his life.

“And about that South America trip—”

“I'm in.” You said, resting your chin on his shoulder, fingertips scratching his scalp as you stared at the sea. “You can kidnap me to wherever you want.”

His excited laughter echoed in your ears like your favourite song chiming in during a stormy night.

“Oh we're gonna have so much fun.” JJ started rambling on his way back to the house, you in his arms because he refused to put you down. “I'm finally teaching you how to surf! And we can visit all the beaches in Brazil, 'm gonna show you some pictures, it'll be amazin', baby, you'll see.”

“I can't wait.” You mumbled with a kiss to his temple. “Are you just gonna carry me around or...”

“Yes.” He pecked your lips, hands squeezing your waist lightly which earned a proper curse out of you and his usual untamed laugh that you were crazy about. “Just stay put and look pretty.”

You rolled your eyes, wrapping both arms around his neck and didn't complain. Why would you? You had your favorite boy holding you in his arms, rambling about your future plans to South America on his way to your place. You had nothing to complain about.

You just had to get used to getting back to normalcy.

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taglist: @hoeshissworld

[revelboo]

Hiii! Can we have an update for (any) Megatron, Soundwave or Shockwave? Whoever you’re in the mood for <3 thank you!!!

I think I’m due to update this one. Constructicons are next. Clumsy Heart, Everything Is Alright, and Worker Bee if i don’t get busy. Maybe I Can Feel You.

Point of Extinction Pt 9

TFP Shockwave x Reader

• Recreate home. You keep turning that over in your head, trying to figure it out and knowing you need more information. Remembering the deer, that twisted fusion of metal and flesh, makes you wonder if his whole world is metal, which you guess might make sense since he’s metal. Weirdly living, warm metal nothing like earth metal. And you wonder if his goal is to do to the world what he’d done to the deer. It’s hard to guess what he’s thinking, hard to follow the way his mind works. Sometimes when he looks at you, you’d swear he’s thinking about dissecting you. Something that’s occurred to you more than once. “What am I to you?”

• Head dipping slightly even though he can’t see you where you’re sprawled warm against the mesh of his neck, he reaches up to find you, muzzle of his cannon bumping against your hip with that unpleasant disconnected thought that there should be a hand there. The simple answer is as it’s always been. You’re an experimental subject. His thirteenth and the longest surviving. Because he never experimented on you. Running the edge of his cannon up your spine, that answer isn’t quite right anymore and he knows it. He’d spared you, wanted to keep you even though he can’t figure out the why. Every time he considers moving you back to the lab, that dissonance in his head grows worse. “You’re Thirteen.”

• Which is no answer at all, but vague or blunt seems to be all he knows how to be. And living every day with the fear that whenever he reaches for you it might be to carry you back to that other room. That he’s going to take you apart out of curiosity or boredom at some point. This uncertainty, the constant dread is almost worse than being physically hurt. He’s breaking you day by day and you don’t even think he realizes. “Yeah, I’m Thirteen.” Shoulders tense as he absently strokes you, your chest grows so tight it hurts. “But what are you going to do with me? Am I a pet now? Still an experiment?”

• There’s a miserable edge to your voice, an emotion he can’t identify, can’t understand but it hurts. Reaching up to catch you in his servos, he sits up and uses the end of his cannon to tip your face toward him. Freezing as he realizes you’re leaking again. Eyes welling as tears slide down your cheeks and that noise in his processor gets worse, those memories that aren’t his clawing at him. Can hear someone screaming. Thinks it might be him.

• Breath coming quick as his servos tighten around you until it hurts, until you can’t really breathe. Somehow you triggered him again, his one optic dim as he shivers with those barely perceptible tremors, lost in the grip of whatever this is. But he’s crushing you and not even realizing. Crying out, you push at his servos, clawing desperately. “Shockwave, stop!” And those antenna lift, servos relaxing around you as you collapse in his palm, wrapping your arms around yourself. Aware of him rocking slightly, frame curling forward around you. The end of his cannon hovering over you, as if afraid to touch you as you shake. “It’s okay.” Not sure if you’re reassuring him or yourself. Because he’d zoned out and nearly killed you without meaning to. “It’s okay.” Even if it’s really not as you reach up to lay your palm on his cannon and he keeps slowly rocking back and forth.

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[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

chance of showers

pairing: leon x reader

cws: piss, p in v, pee in v, ddlg

a/n: yeah, it was bound to happen, wasn't it? the double sin of ddlg and piss

wc: 1.5k

These days, Leon bids you adieu in the threshold between your typical affection and your faux-innocence facade that comes with a side of fuck-me eyes. That’s when Daddy takes over. 

When he comes home from work, he can sense the desperation threatening to boil over into teary-eyed, delirious begging so he gives you an offer you can’t refuse: he’ll be your chauffeur to the not-quite-luxurious sex-filled sanctuary of your shared bedroom. That is to say, he’ll carry you across the hall where he can fuck you stupid without all the back pain that a couch rendezvous would give him.

You greet him with a hug and a heart-eyed grin, immediately discarding all previous activities for his attention. You’ve been gorilla-glue stuck to the TV all day due to the once a week chance to watch all the High School Musical movies on cable — which Leon still pays for — one after the other. He can tell by your antsy legs, shifting from one foot to the other. It’s not nerves– daddy makes you relaxed. No, it’s a cute little pee-pee dance.

“Do you need to do something before we go have some fun together?”

“Uh-uh. I wanna have special time with daddy now.”

“Are you sure? If you need to go pee, daddy can wait for you.”

“I don’t need to go.”

Leon doesn’t need a polygraph test to know that’s a fucking lie. 

But, you’re a big girl, or, at least, you’ve insisted that you are whenever Leon challenges that silly little ‘fact’ you’ve tried to manifest into reality. 

The reality is: you need daddy’s help, particularly when you’re in this state. 

Leon should take you by the hand and lead you to the bathroom, he should tell, not ask. But, it’s like letting your toddler touch the hot stove just once – they’ll learn their lesson and they’ll never do it again. 

You’re an adult who has the reasoning skills to know that you should pee. Plus, it’s not like pissing yourself is anything more than an embarrassing moment and a bitch to clean up. 

So, Leon doesn’t press the issue. Instead, he has you how he wants you. All fucked-out, your pussy stuffed so full you can see his dick in your abdomen and your brain completely empty of all thoughts (and your bladder so full he could make you burst if he pressed on your stomach with enough force). 

As he often does, Leon makes you ride him because he thinks it’s cute to watch you struggle, and he inevitably takes over the job of gripping your hips and pulling them back down to meet his. Over and over again until you think you’re going to pass out. 

Your eyes are screwed shut and your mouth is occupied with your constant moaning – until you have an ‘uh-oh’ moment. Leon can see it flash across your face. 

“Daddy,” you manage through a shaky voice. “No more, no more.”

The thing is: No more isn’t your safe word. No more is usually what you say when everything feels so intense that you’re overwhelmed and need Leon’s reassurance. He rubs your back and showers you in praise while he continues to fuck you as the unwritten protocol says he should. 

“It’s okay, baby,” he says. “You’re doing so good for me.”

“No, no,” you protest, shaking your head vehemently. “Have to go pee, daddy.”

“Baby, we’ve been through this before, remember? The first time you squirted, you thought you were gonna pee, but you didn’t. You liked that feeling, right?”

It’s true. You were absolutely convinced you’d pee yourself the first time Leon made you squirt, but you both suspect this time is different. 

“No, I’m really gonna pee this time.”

You’re clenching around him, he can feel it. Maybe you are going to squirt, he thinks. 

Piss is hardly the worst thing Leon’s been covered in – he’s 40 years old, old enough to give up on giving a fuck about this kind of thing. And, God, he’ll take any chance to tease you. 

“Didn’t Daddy ask you if you needed to go pee earlier?”

“Yeah.”

“And what did you say?”

“No.”

“Was that a lie? Did you lie to Daddy?”

“Maybe.”

“Well, since you made your choice by yourself and didn’t want daddy’s help, you’re not gonna get it. You can hold it until I’m done with you.”

“No, I can’t.”

“You can.”

“I can’t.”

“Then, I guess you’ll just have to let it out.”

“No, no, no, no, no. I don’t want to. I wanna hold it.”

Go right ahead, he thinks, as he continues to fuck you, completely disregarding your desperation. He wants to see you break and at this point, you’re doing anything to hold back, on the verge of tears. 

“Daddy, I’m sorry,” you start to cry as warm liquid trickles out of you, coating his cock little by little as pee continues to flow from you. You only leak a little in the grand scheme of things, but you’re humiliated, full-on crying to the point where it’s worrisome.

Finally, he slows his thrusts. 

“Hey,” he rubs your back soothingly. “It’s okay. You’re not in trouble. I told you you could do it. I’m not mad at you.”

“It’s so embarrassing.”

“There’s no reason to be embarrassed. I bet it felt good to let go. Didn’t it?”

“A little bit… but I still have to go more.”

“Then, go, baby. Let it out.”

Because, one, it doesn’t matter at this point – he’ll have to change the sheets anyway. And, two, he finds the whole ordeal a bit more arousing than he suspected he would. 

When you dare to make eye-contact, you’ve got doubt written all over you, like you think this is some sort of trap or a sacrifice of his comfort for yours. 

“Go ahead. It’s gonna feel good.”

Nervous, but desperate, you have to let go. 

Leon praises you as you finally allow yourself some relief, releasing short bursts and then a steady stream. 

“You’re doing so well for me, baby. Let it all out.”

When the torrential downpour slows to a leaky faucet, his thumb finds its way to your clit and he resumes his thrusts, gaining momentum steadily. 

Your next revelation is not an ‘uh-oh’, just an ‘oh’ in a series of incoherent moans. 

“Daddy, daddy, I’m gonna-”

“I know you are.”

Neither of you can be sure if your next release is pee or squirt but what matters is that you came, squeezing Leon’s cock so perfectly that he’s barely hanging on by the time you’re coming down from your  high. 

Usually, he asks you where you want it, makes you beg for it inside, and he finally gives it to you, but now, his face is already buried in the crook of your shoulder as he’s given into the pleasure. 

He fills you to the brim, ruins the bed a little more for the sake of a heavenly orgasm. It’s totally fucking worth it every time. 

After a moment of silence, he pats you on the butt and says, “hop up, baby”.

“No,” you protest, wrapping your arms around him. 

“Baby, I’ll come right back, but I gotta pee.”

He laughs a little at the irony. It feels cruel in a way to make you piss yourself while he gets a more dignified experience. 

You’re ready to even out the score, quick to turn the tables. 

“No,” you insist. “You can either hold it or wait until I’m done with you.”

Leon should’ve anticipated your smartass move. 

“You really want me to piss inside you? ‘Cause that’s what’s gonna happen if you don’t let me get up.”

It’s a threat, it’s a promise, it’s a plea for you to let him go. 

“It’s only fair,” you say. 

“Fine,” he concedes, repositioning you so that you’re on your back. Yeah, he could get up, he could win now that he’s on top, but maybe there’s a part of him that wants to do this. To make you regret your attitude when you find out what it feels like for Leon to piss inside you, to prove something to you, to punish you – there are so many excuses, but the truth is: the idea excites him. 

“You ready?” he asks – though the question is more directed at himself as stage fright begins to creep up inside him. 

“You can do it, daddy,” you say, voice full of genuine encouragement rather than your previous taunting tone. 

So, he does. The release is double the relief with your warmth surrounding him as he lets go. You look awfully curious, almost in awe of the fact that it’s happening, especially since you can’t exactly see it – at least, not yet. But Leon’s feeling the type of relaxation that less obstinate people get from meditation. 

“All done,” he says, knowing that’s a fucking lie, but pulling out anyway, letting the last droplets hit you on the stomach.

“Daddy!” you say, amusement barely hidden behind your mild vexation. 

“Sorry,” he says with a shrug and a smirk that says he’s anything but. 

“I think it’s time for a trip to the bathroom. We really need to shower,” you say. 

“Hey, I just gave you a little bit of a shower, baby. If you wanted more, you could’ve asked.”

But that kind of shower will have to wait until next time. 

[princesseilish]

No buts

Billie Eilish x Fem!reader

Warnings: excessive whining, billie is mean?? reader is a brat, obvi

Synopsis: you haven’t seen billie “allll week”, it’s finally her off day, which usually consists of silence but, your trailer is small, over pink, and you’re just a brat

Billie dragged herself through the front door, every muscle in her body screaming for rest. She barely had time to remove her shoes before she heard Y/N’s whiny voice calling out from the living room.

“Biiilliiieeee,” Y/N whined dramatically. “Where have you been? I’ve been waiting forever. You never take me anywhere.”

Billie paused, taking a deep breath to center herself before responding. She’d had a long day—one of those days where everything felt like it had piled up, and all she wanted was to sit in silence for a few hours. “I’ve been out, Y/N. I told you, I’m tired.”

Y/N didn’t care. She flounced over to Billie, face twisted into a pout, hands placed on her hips in a way that told Billie this wouldn’t be easy. “I don’t care,” she whined. “I’ve been sitting here all day, bored out of my mind. You promised me you’d do something with me today.”

Billie’s frustration flared, her eyes narrowing. “I’ve been working all day, Y/N. I’m not some damn personal assistant who’s at your beck and call.”

Y/N scoffed, clearly unimpressed. “Well, you should be. You’re my girlfriend. It’s your job to make me happy,” she shot back, her voice rising with bratty defiance.

Billie’s jaw clenched as she stepped closer, trying to keep her cool. “That’s not how this works, and you know it. I’ve been running on empty all day. The least you could do is—”

“You’re so selfish!” Y/N cut her off, stamping her foot in a huff. “I want to do something fun, and you’re just sitting there, acting like I’m bothering you.”

Billie’s patience snapped. “I’m not bothering you. You’re the one acting like a spoiled brat who can’t stand not getting everything she wants,” she shot back, her voice sharp. “I’m tired, and I can’t just turn it off because you’re throwing a tantrum.”

Y/N crossed her arms, still pouting. “I’m not throwing a tantrum. I’m just saying, I want you to care more,” she muttered, sticking out her lower lip. “You used to care. But now, you’re all busy and annoyed with me all the time.”

Billie took a deep breath, stepping back to put some distance between them. She was frustrated, but Y/N was pushing every button. “I do care, Y/N,” she snapped, her tone biting. “But you can’t just expect everything to be about you all the time. I need space, too. You’re being ridiculously demanding.”

Y/N’s eyes watered a little, and she dropped her arms to her sides, her voice now tinged with a whiny desperation. “You’re being so mean, Billie. I just wanted us to do something together. I don’t ask for much…”

Billie ran her hands through her hair, trying to calm down. She could hear the subtle edge of guilt in Y/N’s voice, but that didn’t excuse her behavior. “I get it. You want attention. But I can’t give it to you every second of every day. Sometimes, I just need a break.” Her voice softened, though the frustration still lingered. “And the whining… I can’t deal with it right now.”

Y/N let out a shaky breath, a tear slipping down her cheek. “You don’t want me anymore.”

Billie groaned, feeling the weight of her exhaustion mixed with guilt. She closed the distance between them and cupped Y/N’s face gently. “That’s not it, okay? I just can’t always be on your schedule. You need to learn that sometimes, it’s not all about you.”

Y/N sniffled, still clearly upset, but she nodded. “I just want to feel important to you,” she whispered, looking down.

Billie sighed, pulling her close and resting her forehead against hers. “You are important to me,” she murmured. “But you’ve gotta stop pushing me like this. I’m not some toy to entertain you whenever you feel like it.”

Y/N stayed quiet for a moment, and then whispered, “I’m sorry. I just… I hate when you’re mad at me.”

Billie sighed again, kissing the top of Y/N’s head. “I’m not mad, baby. Just frustrated. And you have to stop acting like everything is always about you.”

Y/N nodded, still clinging to her, and Billie couldn’t help but soften. “Next time, no more tantrums. Okay?” she asked, her tone more gentle.

“Okay,” Y/N mumbled, her voice small but sincere.

Billie hugged her tighter, knowing this wouldn’t be the last time Y/N pushed her buttons. But for now, she could at least relax and hopefully get some peace. Even if it meant tolerating a little bit of bratty attitude here and there.

[midnightminx90writings]

Emmrich wasn’t lying to Rook when he said he doesn’t regret their relationship.

But he did have second thoughts about it, before the end. And those are the thoughts he regrets more than anything, because they could have cost him everything.

His whole life, all Emmrich has wanted is lasting love, something that will last into eternity. Someone to hold his hand, to sleep next to at night. A person that will sit next to him and read books, or work in a garden.

Someone who will say “I love you” in return and mean it.

Wanting is a scary thing. A terrifying thing, if he is to be honest with himself.

Because now he has found someone who wants him back, and while Rook flirts with him in return, and does so at frankly the strangest occasions, Emmrich is terrified this is just another fleeting thing.

But Rook takes his hand, takes his heart, takes all of him and turns those too large feelings into something slightly more manageable.

Parts are put into Manfred; into carefully guiding him to become more, to become someone who can take care of himself long after Emmrich is gone.

More than an assistant; now a prodigy. A son, as Rook says, and a part of Emmrich settles, a part he did not know needed settling, but there all the same.

Like the piece of a puzzle he never knew the scope of.

Then there’s Rook himself; calming and exciting in equal measures until Emmrich no longer knows which way is up.

Rook, who loves unconditionally and surprisingly, who turns Emmrich’s knees weak and holds him up with the same look in his eyes. Rook, who tells him gold is his favourite colour and in the next breath admits that Emmrich is his first in everything.

And how can a man respond to that?

By bewilderment, at first, then pure joy and pride over being chosen. And lastly, thoughts he would like to not admit to, calculating ones entailing how to best go about it, to show how good it can be with the right person. How right.

It feels selfish, Emmrich thinks, but shows an immense amount of trust.

He cannot say no to that. To hold that honour.

So he kisses Rook, shows him the merest hint of what he can look forward to, even as his own body screams at him to take it further but also to step away before he ruins something beautiful again.

He gives, in the end, helpless not to.

Emmrich knows the exact number of days that pass between Rook’s first expression of interest, to their first kiss, to their first time.

And he knows the exact number of days between that, and when Rook is taken from them. From him.

When Rook is taken, Emmrich is terrified.

His love is gone without a trace, after an argument between them that they did not resolve, and the loss of two of their dear friends.

Emmrich can see why people are driven to madness, to desperation, doing whatever it takes to get their loved one back. His books hold no aid for the first time in his life. He cannot return to the Necropolis because what if…

And so he cries and he rages and wears himself into exhaustion again and again, dreams filled with nightmares where Rook is never found and there is an empty grave next to those of his parents.

Even Manfred holds no comfort for him now, as hours turns into days, turn into weeks until finally, there is a hand in his, and he knows that hand unlike none other, and he thinks do not let go this time, clutch it as tight as you can until only eternity remains.

EDIT: now on AO3

[itwdoris]

tw; piss.

yuta didn't even know why he was at that party, with the loud music making his eardrums vibrate as much as his body and the bright colored lights flashing and making him slightly dizzy, or maybe that's the result of the drink...

anyway, he's right there with a packet of snacks he found in the kitchen under his arm and one of his hands occupied with a empty cup, just watching people dancing and drinking in front of him, his dry throat straining to swallow the saliva, maybe it was time to get some more of the drink which seems more alcoholic than anything, but it's still pink and he doesn't know why.

but he doesn't care about that, in fact, he doesn't care about anything but you, when you walk by him with your face so red and your clothes almost showing parts that maybe shouldn't be showing. but he doesn't look, nah uh, even though your boobs are shining so brightly and your panties are his favorite color right now.

yuta just squint his eyes at the way you try to find a cup that isn't full across the messy table, looking so nervous, could something have happened? maybe he can help. please, he wants to help so bad.

"something happened?" he asks in an attempt to get closer without you thinking he's a loser. then you lift your face and look at him, wich makes his whole skeleton shake. you understood what he said, and that's good, because he doesn't know if he could say it again without stuttering.

nhg! "need a cup-" you bite your lips, furrowing your eyebrows because you're about to leak, your knees pressed together like the last salvation. you can see an empty cup in his hand, your eyes long for it. "yuta... can i take your cup, please?"

"oh yes, for what?" he's not trying to be inconvenient, it was an innocent question, it's just that the way you said his name is stuck in his head. but now your face is redder, because you only meant to take the cup and you couldn't even give it back, how to explain... "you look nervous... hum.. you can tell me if you need-" but his voice stopped when you came closer to him, holding his hoodie and looking at him with those desperate little eyes. oh lord.

"i really need to pee, but someone's having sex in the toilet..." you squeeze your eyebrows tighter because you feel it leaking, oh no, it's dripping, your panties must be stained. "yuta, please-"

it was enough, because now yuta's heart is about to burst out of his chest and his cock is waking up needing attention between his legs.

he sighs, winking before throwing the snacks on the table and pulling you with his free hand, the other struggling not to dent the red plastic cup as he pulls you, obviously careful not to hurt your pretty little arm as he pass through the people with you.

there are people everywhere, it's hard to find an empty corner, but he won't look any further when you make him stop, moaning because you can feel it running down your thighs. okkotsu's mouth tingles because he knows very well how he could help right then and there, a tent forming in his pants.

even so, you struggle, holding on, pressing your pussy as he pulls you by the hand into the emptiest room you've found before, you squirm internally at the thought of having to do this in public, but then, your eyes capture your true salvation in the middle of the race;

a broom closet.

you pull him back and push him inside, without thinking twice before closing the door quickly, it's tight and dark, smelling of sex and you can both feel it, but doesn't matter now.

you feel your hips being pulled against yuta, gasping at the feel of something hard, his nimble hands pull your clothes up and rip the side of your panties like they're nothing. you'll miss it, but he has a better place to curl it up later on. you can only hear the rushing noises, the rustling of fabric, your hands on the shelves around you because he's doing everything so fast that your brain can barely process it.

he glues your back to his chest with his arms pressing you, holding you in place, he places the cup right below your pussy, resting his chin on your shoulder, long fingers go down to your folds to open them up. "go, let it out " he asks softly, too close to your ear, you hold a moan. "please, pee f' me..."

and he don't even have to ask twice, because the piss pours out of you and splash on the cup below you with force, making your knees almost fail as a moan up your throat, completely relieved and pleasurable, your eyes rolling. he keeps holding the glass, nothing getting lost, pulling your lips to aim the flow better, sighing so hard.

"hmn... " yuta bury his nose in your shoulder, his warm breath hitting your skin. his mind keeps thinking about how he could be there in the place of that cup, licking up all the piss that ran down your legs and so many more things...

thinking about how pretty you must look, how he could do this all the time, wondering if you'd piss yourself while he buries his cock inside your wet cunt. if he only knew how much you thought about him too.

but the flow gradually slows down to an end, he passes the glass through your folds just so that nothing drips out and let you go slowly so he don't spill the glass. it was difficult to move around in that cramped closet, dark enough that you could barely see.

dark enough for you not to see that oh- yuta was drinking your piss?!

im cumming so hard with these ideas i-- LORD, thanks to tigeri anon <3 i was so excited and for this one that i think i've lost the main idea a bit, forgive me! but anyway, hope u guys like it too =( <3

( im trying to get better i swear guys

[harpsinfinity]

If needs must - part 2

part 1

Nsfw warning !! This took so long to write 😕

Credit to @cafekitsune for banner

Your ears were ringing, as if loud sirens were going off and you were unable to turn them off. Your eyes cracked open, just barley noticing you were now in a different room. you were on the floor in Carlos' arms as he gently shook you awake. His voice made apparent to your ears, his lips were right next to your ear. You winced when you felt a sharp tingle shoot straight between your thighs.

"You're alive.. God, you had me worried there for a second" Carlos let out a nervous breath as he studied you like a hawk, you're facial expressions, body movements.

"Carlos.." you rasp, your eyes finally zeroing in on him. You begin to think, when was he so attractive? The way his hair looked so soft, almost covering those beautiful brown eyes that bore into yours. your fingers ached to touch it, play with it.

The sight of his large biceps buldging out of his shirt made you suppress a low moan, rubbing your thighs together in a pitifully attempt to aid the growing ache between them. You were practically drooling over your partner.

Your flushed face and heated gaze must have been a sign to Carlos that the mist had infected you with something. And he was about to find out, you were already burning up quickly, as if you were on fire. Stray hair stuck to your skin and your clothes were plastered with sweat, and it was difficult to ignore the increasingly noticeable slick building in your core.

"you feelin' okay? Any pain or discomfort? Christ, you're burnin' up" he commented with a hand pressed to your forehead, Carlos fortunately recognised what that flower had done to you - taught to him in training, the plant had aphrodisiac properties. Luring prey in with the sweet aroma and spraying them with the substance in self defense. He swallowes thickly as he had an idea of what was about to happen

He knew that If the substance wasn't flushed from your system soon, it would send your body into overdrive with the intense hormones it was creating and cause your heart to stop. Your heart as a ticking time bomb.

He had to fuck you, or you'd die.

Every fibre inside of you was screaming at you to pounce on him, ride him until you could no more, you needed to satisfy the involuntary carnal urges you had developed. The heat that had pooled in your pussy was getting unbearable, you desperately clenched around nothing. You were just begging to be stuffed, to have something to clamp down on.

He called your name once more,

Instead of answering him verbally, today you decided actions spoke louder than words,

Without warning, you smushed your lips against his, the force causing him to fall back against the wall and you situating yourself in his lap.

You moaned against his lips as you locked them with yours deeply. fingertips tangled in his hair, just as soft as you imagined. The other hand decided to place itself on his stubbled jaw.

It was like you were in heaven from just a kiss, he grunted as your tongue slid into his mouth, feeling his. A whimper melted into the kiss at the taste of him, you felt like an animal. Wild, uncontrollable, you just wanted to eat him alive.

It felt like the edge was just about being scratched off, which provided some clarity when you managed to pull yourself away from him, which you mentally cursed at the loss of his lips. Enough clarity to realise what situation you were in.

That was when you lock eyes with Carlos, his lips slightly parted in suprise as he panted in your face and his cheeks dusted in a light pink

Fuck, what did you just do? Your face felt hot, the gnawing feeling of shaming creeping up on you.

"oh..oh fuck Carlos- I'm- I couldn't-" you stutter waiting for him to push you off and abandon you in this building and probably never talk to you again. Your eyes are screwed shut, waiting for it to happen.

Instead, he brought his hand to the side of your face, pulling you closer with your lips just millimeters apart, coaxing you to open your eyes. "We both know what that damn plants' done to you. You need this, need to get it out of your system'

his eyes were soft and understanding, letting you press your face into the hand on it. It felt a moment of comfort, that was quickly ruined by the burning arousal wrecking havoc over you. Your brows furrowed as you whined, hips jerking against his, gasping when you felt your poor clit bump into the growing bulge in Carlos' pants.

Carlos seemed to understand as he pulled you back in for another searing kiss, his free hand making work of your belt and slipping into your pants.

The rough pads of his fingers found your clit, teasing the poor, swollen bud in quick circles. It throbbed and ached even with the small bit of relief you were being given. You break the kiss to let out a moan, everything felt a thousand times for sensitive than usual. Your hips bucked at the pleasure, hands gripping at his shirt.

"easy now, pretty girl, we'll fuck out whatevers in your system" he purred in your ear. his deep, rough voice make you clench around nothing once again.

"Carlos- please, I can't-"

You were cut off by a sharp moan as two of his thick fingers circled your slick hole. You gasped and moaned as they filled you up so nicely, with a cry out stuffed your head against the crook of his neck. His scent drove you wild as your eyes rolled back in bliss.

Your head tips back, exposing the column of your neck. Carlos swiftly attached his lips to it, pressing wet, sloppy kisses along your throat. Your hand snaked it's way into his hair again, gently tugging at the roots. He groaned at the sensation before continuing with his action. He occasionally left butterfly kisses as he worked his way down, your moans going straight to his cock.

It felt like your head was full of cotton, brain reduced to a gooey mess oozing out your ears as he quickly found the spot that had you clenching down and producing more slick, running down his wrist.

Your ears burnt with embarrassment as the obscene squelches made themselves known every time his fingers pumped in and out of your slick hole.

With every curl of his fingers, he hit that spot, it had your toes curling and your vision blurring. You couldn't help but notice the delicious flex of his muscles, the way his bicep strained against his shirt. You were almose drooling at the thought of biting it.

His thumb pressed itself against your clit again, breaking you out of your thoughts and earning a needy, desperate keen from you. The coil in the pit of your stomach was tightening so fast, you couldn't control yourself and the noises that were so easily forced out of you.

"that's it, let it all out" he murmured against your skin. his voice was enough to make you squirt on the spot

"ohmygod ohmygod I'm gonna-"

The hand in his hair tightened as the other one gripped his back, your blunt nails threatened to sink into his skin.

With a few more jabs of his fingers, that became a reality. Blinding bliss encased you as you drenched his fingers and the fabric of your pants. It wasn't long before the white like that spotted your vision began to dissapear.

You moan in relief, a part of the burning fire inside you had been doused. The warm hand rubbing up and down your back soothingly was what helped you return to reality. But it still wasn't enough, even when you were slumped against him.

"i need..I need.."

he shushes you as the clink of his belt buckle is noticed, shucking down his pants and boxers enough to free his cock. Just the sight of it had you pulsing and aching all over again, it looked so big, so perfect. It was exactly what you'd been craving so much.

''I know what you need, gonna make it all better" he presses a kiss to your lips before lowering you onto your back, the cool tile felt soothing against your burning skin

He fully pulled your pants off, running his hands across your inner thighs before pulling them apart, exposing you to his gaze.

'ready?" He asked, his eyes meeting yours. You nod frantically the need to be stuffed by his fat cock growing by the second

"yes, m' ready" You responded, still recovering from the first orgasm he had given you.

your eyes shot open as the head of him began to press inside of you. A long, drawn out moan spilled from your lips as you gripped his shoulders. His cock stretched your hole out so beautifully, any pain quickly turned into absolute bliss.

His hips were flush against yours, with his cock nestled deep inside of you, pressing up against that sweet spot inside of you. You immediately tightened around him, your body begging him not to let go. He let out a deep moan that had butterflies erupting in your stomach

Carlos was letting you adjust to his size, but you had another plans as you wiggled your hips and whined

"carlos- please move- need it so bad"

Your brows were furrowed, hair sticking to your forehead with sweat, and your bottom lip jutted out in a needy look.

When he gave in, your eyes were rolled back and your spine arched in the mind numbing ecstacy that took over your body. His thrusts hit spots you had no idea existed, they were hard and deep. You clung to him, legs tightening around his waist and your hands wrapping around his back, nails digging into the skin through his shirt.

your entire body pulsed and writhed with pure ecstacy. Your hips met his with every thrust, the patch of dark curls at the base of him catching your poor pearl each time.

Carlos planted both hands at the side of your head before leaning down and sandwiching your bodies together. He mouthed at your neck once more. You were sure your throat was going to be sore with all the keens that were being wretched from you.

His lips met yours once more, this time it was messy and desperate. You let your noises travel into the kiss and drool slip down the corners of your mouth. His lips felt good on yours, too good.

You could once again feel the intense burn of an approaching orgasm build up again, your body beginning to tremble and twitch. Carlos felt the same feeling, his dick throbbing and twitching inside of you.

"i-i think I'm-" you squealed, clamping down on him so tightly that he let out a throaty moan in response, your back arched against his broad chest as your breath became laboured and your chest heaved, mouth wide open

"c'mon, let go, do it. Right now" he rasped against your lips.

You smash your lips against his for the final time, drenching his cock and your thighs with a loud moan and your eyes rolled back into your skull, only the whites visible

He was right behind you, begining to lose his rhythm and replacing it with a sloppy, desperate rhythm to reach his own end with his grunts and groans becoming more frequent and breathy. You were sure you heard a whimper in there too.

"fuck- oh fuck-"

With a grunt he emptied himself inside of you, filling you impossibly full with his come. it made you moan in delight and relief, you could finally relax without the ache between your legs and the possibility your heart could explode. Dying from being too horny would've been embarrassing.

You felt limp and he followed you, almost crushing you with his weight. The soft tuffs of his hair tickled against your face, making your huff in amusement

After a moment, Carlos breaks the silence

"damn, might need to use that plant more often if this is the outcome"

You smacked him upside the head

"Carlos !"

The report you'd have to fill in after this mission was going to be awkward, that was for sure.

[sugarcoatedcherry]

heyy. How's life after void and manifesting your dream life? How does it feel to be limitless? Do you ever get bored, now that you have everything that you want? Also, if you could confront your past self, (before manifesting your dream life) what would you tell her? Thankyou❤

omg this is such a nice, sweet question. Thanks for asking!

my life after discovering void has not been the same. I spend most of my time shifting realities. I spend a lot of my time watching series, reading books etc and shift to that reality.

I believe humans are made to be travelers. I gain much wisdom and knowledge traveling between realities, experiencing every kind of feeling that reality has to offer.

in this reality, I have multiple businesses and lots of love. I was clear that the only two things I needed from void were things that would make me a loved person and things that make me get everything I wanted in life. love and money, basically I don't rely on void every time I want something manifested. I am more of a pro in conscious manifesting after I studied stuff and understood it. No, life isn't boring. It used to be though lol, because after I entered void for the first time I was literally like, "Oh so now I get everything I was in a few minutes? which means I will never long for anything and I will never experience joy of getting things ever again" But I was wrong assuming that that's how things would be. Now, for example, if my sales are decreasing because a new competitor entered the market, all I do is assume the opposite and that's it. My past self would be sad that my competitor would take away my opportunities, leaving me broke. But one of my affirmations in void was that I will never run out of money for needs. So this way, I was having "human" experiences with confidence. I have my businesses because of the sheer excitement it gives my ego. My point is, it can get boring when you strip someone off of human emotions like sadness, anger, jealousy etc. when you manifest in void but then, it's again your choice to tailor how you want to view things. Makes sense?

If there was one thing I would say to my past self, is this: I hope I am wording these right. I want to let her know that all the times I desperately attempted for void and failed are not that deep. I spent a significant portion of my prime years trying to enter void. When I could not, I'd beat myself up. I thought that if I had entered the void, I would have lived my dream life instead of all the nights I cried myself to bed because of another failed void attempt. It was during the times when my personal life wasn't going great. All I wish I could make my past self understand things can be turned around in one night, in one minute even. It is not too good to be true. it is indeed magic, but a doable one at that. It was never that serious, anything is possible.

I hope this made sense. i tried my best

[trashogram]

I'm so happy you liked my revision of Striker!!! I'm pretty excited to share my thoughts with you and your followers! ^^

As promised, here is;

Re-Writing Moxxie, Millie, and The Harvest Moon Festival

Moxxie

I don't have that big of an issue with Moxxie's characterization actually. Knowing myself, I would have thought him up the same, if not similarly, as Viv did to contrast Blitzø's wild nature, and Millie would have been the bridge between them (explained in her section).

Moxxie being the 'har har he's such a loser' jokes got old real fast imo. And from what I can tell, the writers actually want him to be the weak link of the chain rather than there being a reason why he keeps screwing up. Blitzø said he saw so much potential in Moxxie, so what's going on there?

We all know his bloody mafia past- which i am planning on keeping (because I'm a whore for mob daddy 😶‍🌫️), so the way I would have written this; it's not that Moxxie is incapable of being the leader or taking care of a hit. Being the so i already told you this, but I would have made it so that Moxxie is actually very capable, and he's got his own bloodlust like Millie (I mean, this is Hell? Who isn't at least a little murderous?). But now that he's escaped his childhood home and abuser, he's so desperate to start anew and to be nothing like Crimson, that he winds up shooting himself in the foot.

When he sets that aside, though, he can be a death machine just as well as Blitzø and Millie. Whenever Millie is in danger and needs help, like in Murder Family and C.H.E.R.U.B., Moxxie is on it. I would have also written in moments in the show where he saves Blitzø as well. Yeah, they may bicker, but that's still the same imp who got him out of his situation, gave him a life worth living, and he met the love of his life through Blitzø. Blitzø is probably his best friend, or at least the closest to one he has outside of Millie.

Also- I would have written Millie and Moxxie as dating in the show, and they get married sometime later... Yes, it is partially for the excuse of animating their wedding 😆 but also, it just feels more right for us to be able to see M&M's relationship grow rather than just get introduced to them as a married couple.

Especially since I think i would have made Moxxie's fretting over Millie doubled. Not just because he's a fretter, but also because he's scared of hurting her or driving her away because of his past. Watching his parents' relationship deteriorate the way it did didn't help him at all with his confidence in love. So at first, he kinda treats Millie so delicately; he tries his hardest to be the perfect gentleman and then some, and he's always worried and protective of her. This is one of the things that Millie and Moxxie would grow as a couple in the series, with Moxxie relaxing around her and realizing that he's put up a front of who he is rather than show his true self. Once Millie gets that through to him, that's when they truly become an unstoppable team and power couple.

Also I think i would have given Moxxie glasses? I've seen a lot of fan redesigns and a couple of them include Moxxie with glasses (i think it correlates to his Greed heritage? Like maybe his glasses resemble that of a bookkeeper? I'm not so sure). And I really like them ☺️ it not just differentiates him from Crimson in physical appearances, but also it just fits him. Maybe the glasses can symbolize Moxxie's character ark through the show (when he tried to hide his true self, he kept his glasses off so he wasn't showing a sign of weakness- something Crimson would have grilled into him. But as he grows more comfortable with his found family, he wears the glasses more and more, showing his true colors).

That and- for you and your OC- If Moxxie had glasses, maybe that's how Hail gets hers? He can tell immediately she needs them, and he 'knows a guy' who can get her her prescription! But he asks her to not tell Blitzø, Millie, or Loona that he himself has a prescription since this would have been before his ark? What do you think?

Millie

I also don't have that big a problem with Millie's character, but seeing your posts about the obvious favoritism made me realize how she's treated like a background character. I'd definitely change that in my revision of this story. Millie and Moxxie are a team, and that needs to be seen in the show, but also that Millie has her own life and character outside of her boyfriend and job.

Now, Millie being the bridge between the boys. She's an absolute unit and isn't afraid to get her hands dirty like Blitzø, but she's got some softer tastes like Moxxie. We got the implication that Millie doesn't actually like musicals in Mission Weeabooboo - I personally just saw it as her not liking that 'depressing french horseshit' musical in particular rather than her not liking them in general. I see her being into musicals like Heather's or Little Shop of Horrors while Moxxie prefers the classical ones like Cats or Phantom of the Opera.

I'd want to make a short that shows M&M spending the day together, and at some point, they're having a lighthearted debate over which musical is better. Later, they both happily kill someone together as a loving assasin couple, which would show that Moxxie has in common with Millie with bloodshed. Basically a day that shows what drew them to each other and what they have in common but also celebrates their differences that make them their own people outside of each other.

But outside, Millie would get more screening on missions (idk about you guys, but that was BS imo how Martha's husband was so easily able to knock her out with a bottle without gaining a scratch). Not just fighting, but also how smart she is. She was an assasin before Blitzø formed the team, and was born and raised on a farm in Wrath. She has to know many skills. Maybe she and Blitzø trained Moxxie and Loona? (Moxxie blushing Millie when she managed to pin him down while teaching him how to be an assasin? 😏).

Also, what happened between her and Cha- nothing, because I'm erasing Chaz's existence from my re-write. There's no reason for him to exist other than to die in Exes and Ooh's. Moxxie and Millie aren't going to have a shared ex in this re-write.

Millie will still have her happy history, and they may still disapprove of Moxxie in my re-write. However, since they are just dating, it's still them getting to know her boyfriend. And I promise, there would be an on-screen acceptance of Moxxie in my re-write. And Millie would have actively stood up for him, rather than just promise him that they'll accept him 'eventually' like she did in the show. (I love my girl, but that was too passive imo. Even if that's her family, they tell still disrespectful to him and their marriage. But I digress-)

But even with her happy history, Millie would pick up on how Moxxie doesn't really talk about his past. I can see her trying to ask once, maybe set up a meet-the-parents date when they've reached a certain point in their relationship. But Moxxie shutting that down politely would have told Millie that it's best not to push it. She's not dumb. She knows that she lucked out with living parents and siblings in Hell. It makes her seeth wondering who could have out such a sweet guy like Moxxie through so much that he can't even bring them up, but she'll respect his wishes. During the Crimson episode, Millie wouldn't have asked "Why haven't I met your pa before?" But instead, "I'll grab Blitzø and we can leave, honey." Before Moxxie, scared for what Crimson might do, tells her it's fine and they enter the house. But Millie right away is off-put by Crimson and all the sharks. (Especially after Crimson kissed her hand and called her a 'pretty thing' in front of her and in the privacy of the dining room. Am I the only one who's wondering why that wasn't acknowledged? I might just be overthinming it though.)

In general, other than giving Millie more time to shine and accentuating hers and Moxxie's shared and separate interests, I think I would have made her the same? Hopefully, I'm not overlooking anything 😅

Oh! And she and Striker know about each other :) they're two of the only imp assasins in Hell, and they grew up in the same ring. They weren't childhood friends or anything, and Millie doesn't know that Striker himself is that mysterious imp assasin thats put a strain on the royals, but they did hear about each others' reputations and are impressed. Millie hopes that they'll one day meet and maybe he can join the team.

The Harvest Moon Festival

The episode is one of the best to me... Yes, a big reason is because our beloved Striker is in it 😆 however, seeing your post about how in both Millie's house and Moxxie's house the focus was on him, it got me thinking about how I would change that.

Striker manages to charm everyone. He even impresses Moxxie in my re-write. That gets flipped on its head, though, when he insults Moxxie in front of Joe and Lin and they just shrug in agreement. He finds himself on Millie's shit list real fast, Moxxie worries himself with gaining Joe and Lin's approval, and it becomes a tense few days as they stay for the Harvest Moon Festival (i would have tried to extend it to a week at most. It seems like the kind of celebration that would be longer than just a day).

At night, though, Millie hears rustling and goes to investigate. Moxxie has been trying to impress her folks this whole time, so he's a bit distracted and exhausted. Millie goes to investigate her childhood home, and she sees signs of Striker being not what he seems. One night, she even catches him awake, and they have an intense stare down. Millie threatens him for ruining what was supposed to be a vacation for Moxxie and making him look bad in front of her folks, "I could kill 'ya right here, and no one would give a shit." And he just returns it with a smirk, "I'd like 'ta see 'ya try, little lady." Before Moxxie or Blitzø interrupts them and everyone has to go back to bed.

So it's Millie that grows suspicious of Striker first and has a vendetta against him. It's not just Moxxie, though; her parents tell her about him- or rather what little they know about him and that pesky habit of his to disappear, and she just knows that something isn't right. It's Millie that investigates and finds the rifle. It's Millie that gets in a tussle with Striker, nearly gets herself killed despite her skill, and Moxxie is the one that rushes to her aide- surprising Striker that this weakling got the better of him- before he gains the upper hand again.

And at the end, when Striker escapes and Lin and Joe find their daughter and Moxxie, they see that she probably would have been dead if it weren't for Moxxie. Granted, they're both in terrible condition, but who knows if they'd still have Millie of Moxxie wasn't there? They finally accept Moxxie, and vow that if Striker ever shows his face again, they'll give him Hell. In Wrath, if you go after someone, you better be prepared to face the rest of their family.

Oh dear, this took WAY longer than I wanted to type out 😅 i hope it's ok? I know i missed some things most likely, and it's not the best re-write. But I hope you like it!

Up next is Blitzø and Loona. And after them, Barbie and Fizz 😊

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We are blessed! With more rewrite thoughts!!! Gather round, Fam!

I’m lovin all your rewrites — especially how you weave them together like an actual writer would. Story elements like character, relationships and plot aren’t all isolated from each other like weird SCP creatures but connect to and affect each other as they should.

My fav things:

- Moxxie is competent and not a Butt Monkey

- He has an arc that is followed through and not constantly thrown out then reeled back in like the most frustrating worm on a hook

- Moxxie with glasses is a super cute image (and yes I would adore Hailoxxie where both cuties are glasses-wearers ☺️)

- CHARACTER FOR MILLIE and the fact that the gd Harvest Moon Festival ep revolves around her doing detective work

- Millie and Moxxie developing a relationship based on likes/dislikes, communication, depending on each other, creating memories, etc. Ya know, the way ppl develop relationships in real life

- I agree Millie and Moxxie should’ve been dating then progressed to marriage bc them being a newly married couple literally does nothing for the pair in canon

- Millie defending Moxxie from her parents and Striker

- Chaz hath been deleted 🙏 Praise the lord

It’s literally like you took the asinine and aimless ramblings of canon and created something worth watching! 1000/10 stars for you ⭐️❤️

[shyreidsgirl]

Would you kiss me [S.R]

Summary : A heated hurtful argument moment with Spencer Reid turns into being in the interrogation room alone with him .

Paring: Spencer Reid ! Fem!BAU!reader

Genre: angst/hurt/comfort

Content warning: heated hurtful argument both never been kissed before.

Word count 1K

Author notes this is part of the Teddy-ber event by @angellsell So I’m very nervous and scared to enter this event but I like a challenge and I love Spencer Reid I hope you love this and it lives up to your expectations but if you can see how nervous i am eek I did my best to proof read this was fun I’m just nervous since I’m newbie at fan fiction

I’ve always wanted to be the one in the integration room with Spencer Reid .

The song while writing this

You had been a part of the BAU for a few years now, and that is how long you've known Dr. Spencer Reid—the brilliant genius with striking brown eyes, tall and slightly awkward in his own charming way. His mind worked at lightning speed, unfurling the intricacies of human behavior in a way that left you in awe. He was handsome in a way he was completely unaware of, which only added to his appeal. You admired him, not just for his intellect but for his kindness, humor, and the way he made you feel understood.

But then there was the incident that changed everything. You were deep in the middle of a case where the tension was palpable, and emotions ran high. In the heat of the moment, something in the air snapped. You found yourself embroiled in a heated argument with Spencer—his voice elevated as he expressed his frustration. “you’re not thinking this through! You’re putting everyone at risk!” His words felt like a stab to your heart, especially when he addressed you by your full name.

“Why can’t you just trust me?” you yelled back, your voice shaky with anger and hurt. It was the first time you had seen this side of Reid, and it made your stomach twist painfully. After a few more back-and-forth exchanges, you rushed away from him, needing space to gather your thoughts. The only place you could think of was the interrogation room—a place that usually breathed tension, but right now felt like the only sanctuary.

As you stepped inside and closed the door, reality struck. Tears started to roll down your cheeks, a mix of frustration and a feeling of deep sadness that you couldn’t quite articulate. You sank into one of the chairs, burying your face in your hands. It felt like a lifetime before you heard the soft knock on the door.

Hey can I come in please? It was Spencer’s voice. Panic flooded your veins. No you thought to yourself How did he find you? —You weren’t ready to see him , “You took a deep breath, trying to gather yourself, but your heart was racing. When he opened the door, his eyes widened at the sight of your tears. Without hesitating, he stepped into the room and came closer to you.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice laced with concern. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—” He hesitated as he reached out, gently wiping away the tears that continued to fall. His touch was electric, sending a shiver down your spine. You pulled away, desperation clawing at your insides as you tried to cool your swirling emotions.

“Spencer,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “Just give me a moment.” You sat back in the chair, heart racing, trying to find the words to fix the pieces of this fragile moment. Silence settled between you, heavy and loaded.

“Say something, please,” Spencer urged after a moment, his eyes searching yours. You looked up at him, and for the first time, you could see how vulnerable he was, an echo of the frustration that had just transpired.

“I…I never thought you would go off like that on me,” you finally managed to say, your voice trembling slightly. There was a hurt behind your words that whispered of something deeper than mere disagreement.

“I know. Me neither,” Spencer replied, his brow furrowed with regret. “I just—”

“Spence,” you interrupted, wanting to steer the conversation toward lighter waters, “can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” he replied, shifting in his seat, his posture indicating a mix of curiosity and nervous energy.

You bit your lower lip, suddenly unsure about this question, feeling the complexity of the moment weigh on your heart. “What do you think of me?”

He shifted again, clearly searching for the right words. “Well, you’re brilliant and kind and… and you care deeply about people. Honestly, I admire you more than you know,” he admitted, a soft blush creeping onto his cheeks.

Your heart swelled at his words, but an unexpected question bubbled to the surface. “Spencer, have you ever been kissed before?”

His eyes widened in surprise. “Um, no,” he said, almost sheepishly. “Have you?”

“No,” you replied, your voice barely a whisper as your heart raced in anticipation of where this conversation might lead.

He looked at you, uncertainty mixing with something else—maybe curiosity or a powerful yearning.

“So… could you, I mean, would you kiss me?” The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them, vulnerability and hope dripping from your voice.

Spencer’s gaze held yours, and for a long moment, the world around you faded away. “ are you serious?”

You nodded, heart pounding. The space between you felt electric, every unsaid word crackling in the air. “I think… I think I want to.”

The moment seemed to stretch on forever as his expression shifted, something akin to disbelief mingling with a spark of excitement shining in his eyes. “I want to too,” he breathed.

Tentatively, he leaned closer, the air thick with anticipation and all the tension that had built up between you two. Your instincts kicked in, and you closed the gap, your lips meeting softly in a hesitant kiss. It felt like time stood still, a mixture of everything you both had kept bottled inside. His lips were warm against yours, exploring gently yet passionately, as if both of you were discovering something new and exhilarating.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, eyes locked.

“ Wow Spencer says I never thought it could feel this incredible your heart racing at his words .

With your fingers tanged up , moving in slow motion, you lean in on his chest putting your head on his chest Spence I’m not sure what this means if it even means anything but can we just stay here a moment longer please? Yes he said softly.

[crunchystarz]

haiii I love your writing and esp your self aware au!

Do you think you can do one for your au with Riddle and mc where mc basically fusses over him (trying to do all the chores before and after work so he doesn’t have to even though he has nothing better to do, double checking for his needs/wants a lot) all the time like they’re trying desperately to keep a house plant alive even though he’s more than fine?? (If that makes ANY sense 😭)

thanks a bunch, take your time!🖤

Xo, Manny

"Take a break"

Self-aware!Riddle Rosehearts x GN!Reader

Cw- Reader honestly just overworking the self, fluff, oneshot

Word count: 1446

A/N: HII imma be so honest I hope I did this req right if not I beg your biggest pardon 🙂‍↔️(fancy voice), also while this is technically a yandere au this one is just Riddle getting reader prioritize their needs so, either way enjoy!

Riddle Rosehearts was always your favorite twisted wonderland character. Even so you never expected or could have prepared for him to not only gain Self-awareness but also become a real person.

Since he's started living with you, you felt the need to monitor him almost like a toddler. You're always cooking and cleaning for him , despite his constant protests. Yeah he can do everything himself he's fully capable but a part of you is so afraid that he'll break or something if you don't.

You would wake up early in the morning just to make sure everything was tidy and Riddle would have breakfast when he eventually woke from his slumber. You would always clean up after him even if he told you he was going to once he was finished.

You made sure he'd get sleep or drink enough water. Which would be fine if you yourself did the same. You're always so worried about if he's getting enough of something or if there was anything he wanted, yet when it came to you, you'd completely brush them off.

You stumbled through the door late at night. Riddle watched observantly from the couch, closing the book he was reading. His gray eyes followed you as you went to set the bags you held in your hands on the island surface.

“You're home rather late [Name] “ He spoke as he stood up, slowly making his way over to you. You just yawned and stretched out your stiff body. You could just feel his gaze on you.

“Yeah sorry they had me working late— yawn , you need anything? I could make you some dinner if you hadn't already or I could run you a bath” you responded trying to stay upbeat despite your clearly tired appearance.

Riddle shook his head. “No not at all you should sleep “ he spoke sternly, crossing his arms. You let out a tired giggle.

“Yeah yeah I will, after I finish cleaning up the kitchen — speaking of did you eat and drink today?”

The red head let out a sigh. You'd constantly worry about him, he was completely capable of taking care of himself, he wasn't a small child anymore and despite not being completely familiar with this world he wasn't stupid either.

“Yes, I did but from the looks of this you clearly haven't, ” You snickered a bit before shaking your head.

“Oh you worry too much, I've just had a busy night I'm fine” You replied, walking over to the other side of the island just to be stopped. You lazily tilted your head as Riddle held your wrist firmly.

“I already cleaned the kitchen while you were away” The house warden said, before gently guiding you away with a hand on your back.

“Great, I'll make us something to eat” you said, letting out a yawn. Riddle sighed before leaning you over to the couch.

“You shall do no such thing, now sit” He commanded, his voice stern. You blinked , but continued to sit anyway, not wanting to see what would happen if you didn't. The idea of him using his signature crosses your sleep deprived mind and it makes you shiver despite him ever using it on you since he got here.

“Riddle I'm fine I promise I just need to—”

“To what Collapse of exhaustion?” Riddle cut you off, his voice was pointed and full of authority. Much more serious than before “You're overworking yourself again, I'm more than capable of taking care of everything so just relax” he continued, expression softening at your tired state.

You groaned and laid back against the couch cushions. You felt a little guilty. He was the one teleported into a different world. You should be the one taking care of him and all his needs, not the other way around.

Riddle moved around the kitchen with ease. You watched as the red head got on his tippy toes to grab one of your mugs from the cabinets. You wanted to tell him you could do it for him but you just knew he'd protest. You slumped into the couch more.

He was quick to take the kettle off the stove once it started to hiss softly. He carefully poured the hot water into the cup. Riddle was observant and made sure to add just the right amount of sweetness. It had to be perfect. Once satisfied he set the tea down to go find the cookies he had made earlier.

He had a lot of time to spend when you were gone after all. He made his way way over to you, gray eyes watched as you perked up at the sight of the sweets.

“You didn't have to rea—”

“Don't start “ The house warden cut you off. He handed you the cup, carefully so you wouldn't burn your hands. He placed the cookies on the coffee table before sighing.

“You seriously work yourself to exhaustion and still proceeded to worry about me, it's foolish if you ask me” Riddle said, placing his hands on his hips. You looked down at the warm liquid in your mug thinking for the right words.

“It's just, I'm supposed to take care of you , I owe you that at least you know… “ you mumbled before taking a sip of the tea.

“You owe me nothing, I am not a child who needs to be protected, I am not fragile and neither are you however “ He pauses for a moment looking down at you. “You can become fragile if you do not upkeep yourself “

You opened your mouth to respond;to protest, but Riddle held up a hand to stop you.

“I am not ungrateful,” he spoke out, his voice softening yet still stern.“I appreciate everything you’ve done since I arrived here.You’ve given me a home, patience, and care that I could never have expected. But…” He hesitated, his gray eyes searching your face for a moment before he continued. “...You can’t give all of that to me at the expense of yourself.”

You blinked at him, a little stunned by the depth of his words. “Listen I’m not—”

“You are,” Riddle interrupted firmly, leaning slightly closer. “You work late, come home, and immediately worry about whether I’ve eaten or rested, yet you neglect your own needs. Do you think I don’t notice? I’ve seen you skipping meals, staying up far too late cleaning, and leaving your own tasks undone to take care of mine.”

You frowned, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze. If you could you'd sink into the couch cushions even more. “I know that, Riddle. I just… It feels like if I don’t do these things, I’m failing you somehow.”

His eyes widened for a second before shaking his head. “No, no how could you be failing me? If anything you're failing yourself”

You hesitated, your tongue poking at your cheek as you toyed with the mug in your hands. "I'm not failing myself," you tried weakly, though the exhaustion in your voice betrayed you. Riddle let out a long sigh, running a hand through his vibrant red hair.

“You are," he countered, his voice lowering. "And if you won't take the necessary steps to care for yourself, then I will ensure it happens."

Your breath caught in your throat "You don't have to do that, Riddle," you said, "You're supposed to be my guest, not my caretaker."

Riddle's lips twitched, his frown somehow deepened more for a split second. A look of…disappointment? "A guest? Is that how you still see me?"

You blinked at him, caught off guard by the question. "I mean… I guess. I don’t know how else to describe this situation. All I know is I don't want you to go back to being under that pressure like you did back at home”

His mind went blank for a second. He shook his head and cleared his throat. “[Name]” he started softly. You watched him as he looked away with red cheeks. After a moment he continued.

“Like I've stated before you've helped me in ways I couldn't imagine you don't need to push yourself just for my sake I can help I am a house warden after all, I care for you…a lot so do not tangle yourself in with my needs if you are not to take care of your own…please”

You wanted to protest but the words laid flat on your tongue. You could just nod in defeat as you rested your mug on the coffee table. Riddle smiled slightly before clearing his throat and putting back a stern face—blush still clear on his face.

“Good now I shall go run you a bath, then you shall get some much needed rest” The house warden said taking your now empty cup and plate into the kitchen.

When was the last time you felt cared for like this? All you knew was that it made your heart swell. Riddle Rosehearts was always your favorite..

MASTERLIST

[sketchehm]

[ #my guess if that Serpias wanted to kill the guy much earlier#like. when he asked Sapnap about the numbers there was this sharp clever glint in his eyes and then this dickhead RUINED IT#no one outside the mafia should be able to precieve or talk to Sapnap ever Serpias thinks#Sapnap has been trained to stand his ground and not escalate a situation because in Dream's family everything was like defusing a bomb#cuts had to be precise and you couldn't be picking fights#here Team Mafia *really* wanna see Sapnap kill a guy with his bare hands and teeth#also. aughhhh Sapnap probably hates talking sooooo much.#because Dream also really valued his opinion but he didnt need to *talk*#he would just look at him and Dream would get it#but now he has to explain everything and its clunky and bad. so he talks less ] @rat-rosemary

[ #aaaaa i want to see the rest of team mafia too for their reactions about sapni#i bet they would cheering sapnap if he kill a guy and sapnap is confused af if he messep up or something ] @lazy30

Hello hi guys hehe

SO! The Team did actually call dibs to see who would get to watch Sapnap kill first. They’re excited by it! 

(Shadoune saying he already won cause he’s watched Sapnap beat people to death in some of the underground fights, but that doesn’t count. Shadoune fights with them that it does. No one listens to him lmao)

Sapnap is in… “training”…..with them for about a month, learning how the Team works and getting to know everyone. (That month is all he needs to fall in love with them….) However, actually going out onto the field is a whole different story.

Serpias did end up winning the Team’s gambling match to get Sapnap’s first kill haha. The asshole they’re going out to meet was already marked for dead, they found out that he’s been scamming some of the lower associates and Serpias was already tasked to investigate and take the guy out. Sapnap is just his +1 hehe (None of this is explained to Sapnap…which proves to be the cause of many issues…)

So Sapnap was kinda right in thinking this was a kind of “training”. He didn’t…fail per say. Serpias just got pissed off and couldn’t hold back.(That's /his/ Sapni. Its what he tells the others, he couldnt help himself.) Though, Serpias will report back to the other guys and says that Sapnap was extremely passive for most of the interaction. Which is…not the Sapnap they’ve gotten to know so far. He’s loud and cocky. Yes he’s smart and they know he could take on a more leadership position if he keeps learning under them directly (they know he was in charge of his own division at the least when with Dream, so they know he can hold those kinds of responsibilities). They think maybe just cause it was his first time? (They know that’s not true. Especially Serpias, having witnessed Sapnap speak with the bastard..Sapnap was way more professional than he’d given him credit for. It’s not what they’re looking for in him though.)

After a few times of going out with the guys and Sapnap not…being their reactive aggressive attack dog, they just start putting him in more….dangerous situations. Nothing they know will harm him seriously, but they need to see what actually gets him to /kill/. They’re eager for it, almost desperate. They’re all killers, Shadoune knows for sure Sapnap is one too. But they’re wondering if maybe that’s just not the kind of guy Sapnap might be? There seems to be a kind of switch flipped in Sapnap whenever they go out on business with him…

Sapnap…well he can tell something’s up. And he feels like he’s doing something wrong….He’s still not exactly used to how they operate, he’s not used to tagging along and having to speak up as well too…He assumes it’s them trying to get him to learn Spanish faster, but he’s shy and hates the idea of stumbling on his words and embarrassing not only himself, but whoever he’s tagging along with. And every outing he’s a part off, the other guy is always an asshole, there seems to be no shortage of them. He wonders if it's because the Team’s territory is so much larger and that’s why there just seems to be more idiots they have to deal with…The Team are the only group he’s comfortable talking back to (when the time calls for it) and just being himself. He’s had years of learning on how to act when with dealers and opposing mafiosos. It was always a pain having to tiptoe and figure out what dance each guy wanted. And its even worse here cause he doesn’t even understand what the other party will be saying. He misses Dream the most during this. Dream was always so much better at speaking than him, always knew what Sapnap wanted to say and expressed it for him…..

Sapnap did pick up on the pattern that anytime he’s with someone from the Team and they’re out to meet some other asshole, the guy ends up dead. Maybe it's his fault? Maybe he can’t get his words out correctly and the business deals fall flat cause of it? Sapnap has seen his fair share of corpses, caused many deaths himself, but it feels odd. He feels guilty.

He also picked up on the pattern that he seems to be a sort of punching bag at these meetings. Not a physical one per say… It’s never to whoever he’s with, only he seems to be the target. He can understand most insults and while it seems to be just common to use them every other word, the opposing person always seems to be directly insulting or mocking him. He tries not to mind. Though it does start to get to him, wondering if the Team are doing this on purpose. Maybe he isn’t their beloved guard dog….these meetings are just a reminder he’s only a mutt to them, useless…and then they force him to talk just to add onto the embarrassment…

The Team are slowly noticing Sapnap becoming more reserved even with them. The worst they’ve seen Sapnap do is break someone’s wrist after they tried to take a punch at him, but never kill. (He even refused to leave his room after that meeting too. They all were distressed.) Anytime a gun was pulled on Sapnap, he always managed to disarm the person and asked for the meeting to continue. It was extremely frustrating for the Team.

They decide maybe enough with taking him out. There’s something they’re clearly not figuring out. It’ll be Shadoune and Conter who end up actually speaking with Sapnap and asking about everything. But Sapnap is not….the best with his words in English either…. When with Dream and George, they all just /knew/. It was from years of growing up together. Sapnap doesn’t know how to explain himself and ends up just saying he’s….shy….he won’t tell them about his anxieties, he thinks its dumb, he rarely ever shared them with Dream or George.

“Ah! Espera, yo pienso que está estresado porque cada compromiso ya está marcado a fallar, y él no lo sabe.”

When the two reveal to Sapnap they’re not gonna be taking him out anymore, it's basically confirming his anxieties. They’re gonna kick him out cause he’s worthless. He’s gonna have to return to Dream empty handed too, having failed him as well….Sapnap can feel himself spiraling. He begs for another chance. He’ll practice his Spanish more, he can make a deal go well, he promises!

Conter says something to Shadoune that Sapnap doesn’t understand at all. Shadoune looks like he’s realized something as well…

Shadoune chuckles before saying, “Ya, ya, entiendo. Pues..que vaya con Farfa mañana, no?”

Sapnap recognized something about tomorrow and Farfa…? He’s never been out with Farfa before. Fuck if they’re sending him out with Farfa that’ll be worse he thinks….

”Farfadox…?”

They both look at him. He feels nervous.

“Yea, tomorrow. It will be good for you!” Conter looks excited by this. Shadoune is nodding in agreement.

”O-okay.” He won’t refuse an order. Not right now. Not when he’s feeling…like /this/. He won’t fail Farfa tomorrow. He swears it to himself….

And when the time finally comes, it’s… easier…? Farfa is making sure Sapnap knows what’s happening in this meeting. Explaining everything in English. But isn’t asking him for an opinion. He’s not being asked to speak. It’s such a relief.

The meeting is wildly different to what he’s used to. Everyone is curt, straight to the point. There is no yelling or arguing, the opposing party barely looks at him, he’s practically ignored. He counts his blessings.

Sapnap is trying to calculate everything in his head and tries to take note to as much as he can….There’s a small detail he notices that he thinks Farfa may have missed. It must mean nothing but….it’s screwing with his internal calculations, something is /wrong/. He doesn’t think these type of people would try to wrong Farfa either…? The environment is so different from what he’s been going through recently, nothing wrong is /happening/, its all so professional, like when he accompanies Dream…but even Dream has missed some vital but almost ignorable detail in contracts before. 

“Farfa…?” He interrupted the two. They were speaking about something, he thinks the meeting was about to close…? But…he needs to make sure first. 

Farfadox is looking at him, expectedly. Not annoyed, patient, it helps builds Sapnap’s confidence. He can do Farfa proud.

“El…uh. Uno dos tres cuatro cinco... says….siete..? El siete uh pa...page? Es mal. Número malo? I think…?”

He gets through his broken spanish and looking from his hands where he was trying to recall his numbers, looks back at Farfa. There’s a small grin on Farfa’s face. Sapnap feels like a kid…..

Farfa understood though. He goes to the 7th page of the contract, its the one that had a listing for some new drug Sapnap has never heard of. But he swore the listing for weight compared to the amount of product they were supposed to receive for their men to sell was…off? And that caused the pricing to skew drastically in his head. He looked over Farfa’s shoulders, reading the numbers himself to make sure he wasn’t wrong and he wasn’t! 

He pointed to the discrepancy, “Aquí! Aquí!”

He noticed Farfa’s brows frown. He looked back at the dealers. So did Sapnap. They were looking at Sapnap, angry. Oh. Did he mess this up again….? Surely not though…

Farfa starts talking, his voice is louder than it was before. It booms. The dealer is raising his voice too, Sapnap assume’s trying to justify the error or something. Now they’re arguing. Fuck, he really does just cause issues….

He’s watching the dealer. He’s furious, his face is red and staring at Farfa. He’s cursing, Sapnap can tell. Farfa is looking back at the contract, continuing to argue. He notices…the dealer’s hands are going into his jacket….

His head is yelling DangerDangerDangerDANGER.

It’s dead quiet now.

Sapnap shoots. Not even realizing he’s taken his own gun out. 

”Sapnap.” He jumps and drops his gun. He’s fucked it up again. It’s worse now. He /killed/ someone. He wasn’t ordered to. He hasn’t been ordered to kill anyone this entire time and now he fucked it up. Oh fuck. Oh /fuck/.

”/Sapnap/.”

There’s hands on his face, “Mira me, mira Sapnap. Respira, breathe.” He’s locking eyes with Farfa now. His hands are gentle. Farfa is smiling.

”He was- He was gonna shoot. He- I saw him. He-“

“Ya, ya. Te creo.” Farfa believes him. Good. Good… Farfa is so nice to him right now. He’ll take it. He knows he’s in trouble. He’ll soak it all in. Before…before whatever punishment they decide (He hopes it’ll just be a punishment. He hopes it isn’t worse)

“Good job. Buen perro.” Sapnap lights up. Oh. Oh! He knows that means he did good. Like really good! They rarely ever say that to him. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard Farfa say it himself.

Its crazy how all his worries seem to vanish from the past few weeks. Like just that small reassurance was all he needed. He did good. He smiles.

“Hermoso.”

Sapnap doesn’t know that word.

“Casa?” He asks instead. Farfa laughs.

Sapnap will be getting settled to go to bed when the rest of the members rush into his room(except Spreen he realizes. But he’s at the doorway with Farfa smiling at him). They’re basically dogpiling him. Cooing at him and hugging him and petting and praises and kissing and snuggles and he doesn’t understand, he doesn't get it. 

He slowly realizes they’re all congratulating him. His first kill. His first kill? He tries to tell them he’s killed before. They don’t listen to him. They start talking about setting up a fight with him, so they could all watch next time. Sapnap feels his face getting red. They're all gushing over him....But! He feels like its been forever since they’ve all mobbed him like this. He feels so warm. 

(The next morning he gets breakfast in bed. It all feels very silly to him)

[doomtrooper77]

The door down the hall was also made of heavy steel and was built almost like a bank vault. It was cracked open, and I could see the glow of fluorescent light coming through the crack. Although the door was heavy, it opened smoothly. I walked into another vaulting warehouse space. This one was full of rows upon rows upon rows of weapons. It was like walking into a Costco, but just for guns and weapons of every sort. Racks going all the way up to the ceiling of crates made of wood, some of molded plastic, and others of metal lined each level of racking around me.

The racking was configured so that a path led into the back of the warehouse. I followed it. When I reached the end of the path, there was an area of worktables, machinery, and tools. Sitting beside the table was a massive man with a buzz-cut and thick beard. His arms were covered in tattoos, and he was the size of a fucking Mac truck. The other guys he had met were huge, but this man was massive. His eyes looked at me from under heavy brows. Bright like steel, they looked right through me.  In his hand was a machine gun of some type I had never seen before. Well, that told me I was in the right place. It wasn’t pointed at me, but something told me it could be in a microsecond if I said or did the wrong thing.

I walked over to him and said, “I guess you are the guy I am looking for, Mr.” He said nothing and kept looking at me. “Okay, I was told that you were the guy who could provide me with some specialty equipment that I need,” I continued. He still didn’t say anything and just kept looking at me. I was getting nervous now. My hand twitched to move toward the button, but I pushed that feeling down. I needed more evidence.  I needed to get him to talk. We both stood there in silence for another 30 seconds, and I said, “Listen, if you guys don’t want to do business, show me the door, and I can get out of here. If you are turning away money, then that’s cool with me. I will find someone else who can give me what I need. I just heard you were the man to talk to for things like this. Professional with quality goods.”

Again, silence until he said, “Who sent you, and what are you looking for?”  I gave him the name of the informant gave us and just enough background on the guy to make it seem legitimate. I hoped. He nodded slowly and said, “What are you looking for?”  Ice broken, I ran off a list of things we “needed”.  There were some esoteric things on the list that we hoped he had because it would put him and the rest of them in prison for the rest of their lives.  Again, he nodded and said, “I’ve got that. But ah, what do you need all that for?” 

Okay, this is not an unusual question, but “Listen, Mr.?? Like you, we have our own need for discretion. I’m told that all the gear you sell is untraceable, which is part of why you get paid extra. It’s why I am here, your rep is that you can desperately supply damn near anything a man can need from a weapons standpoint.” I said. He nodded sagely again. It was when I heard footsteps coming down one of the isles of the racking.

A middle-aged man came into view with a tablet in his hands. He was beefy but not like these guys. He stood around 6’1" and had a belly, but his shoulders were broad, and his arms were thick and hard. He looked like your office type of guy who worked out—a guy who wrestled in high school but got a bit soft around the middle. He looked at me as he walked over to the “Boss,” leaned over, and whispered in his ear.  I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but I could see the Bosses eyes. Those hard eyes did two things: they went ice cold, and an evil glint twinkled in them. His bearded mouth smirked. The guy with the tablet reached into his back pocket and pulled out a clear bag wrapped around a mesh of wire. Oh shit. I could see my phone in the bag, a Faraday bag. My hand went to the 4th button on my shirt and started tapping It discretely.

“How long do you think it will take them to get here?” the Boss asked. He looked at me with a smile that did not reach his eyes. My finger was pressing against the button now, not trying to hide it. “What are you talking about? “I said, trying to keep my voice even. He stood up then, and I could see he was about 6’6” and seemed to be damn near that wide. I took an involuntary step back and bumped into something, make that someone. I started to turn when two massive pairs of hands grabbed my arms and held me in place—the two guards from out front were behind me and holding me in their vice-like grip. The Boss's smile became a grin as he walked toward me.

I sputtered and said a bunch of things that did nothing in the long run. When he stood in front of me, it was like being in the shadow of a giant monolith. Everything seemed small around him—insignificant.  He simply said, “Shhhhhh!” to me, and I quieted.

Turning to the guy with the tablet, he said, “Which one is it?” The tablet tech guy stepped in front, looked me up and down, and stopped at the buttons on the shirt. From somewhere, the tech guy pulled out a big folding knife and snapped it open. I jumped and tried to pull back. The hands holding me tightened painfully on my arms, shoulder, and neck, lifting me to my toes. The beefy tech expertly moves the knife to slide under the 3rd and 4th buttons on my shirt, slicing them off into his hand. Looking at them closely, he turned to the Boss and said, “Camera and emergency transmitter. They look like something Mossad made last year. It's pretty good tech. Not as good as ours, but pretty damn good. We’ve been blocking the signals since he got in the van. The camera is running on local storage since he came into the bar.  As far as they can tell, he disappeared when he left the bar. I’ve been retransmitting a false signal west of the city; they should be trailing him out past Naperville and Westmont about now. “

The massive man smiled genuinely and clapped the tech on his shoulder. “Good job as per usual Al. Lead the signal out toward the compound in western Iowa. You know, those wingnut survivalists the FBI is always looking at. Make it end there for now.”  The tech guy started to walk away, and the Boss said, “Wait, keep this with those.” He lifted the Faraday bag my phone was in, and I watched his gloved hand crumple the metal like it was a beer can. He crushed it once, then casually twisting it in his hand, crushed it again until it resembled a ragged ball of steel and glass.  He handed the bag and demolished phone to Al the tech.

Turning back to me, he leaned over and said, “Listen, I don’t have time to listen to your lies and denials. Then threats. Not only does nobody know you’re here, but they don’t even know who took you. Al will lead them on a nice little electronic goose chase through western Iowa, where they will raid that right-wing survivalist fuckers. When they don’t find you there, your handlers will be at a dead in.”

His big, gloved hand engulfed my chin, and he moved closer, “Right now, my boys here are going to have some fun. They like to pay with their food. Eventually you’ll tell them what I need to know.”  He said. The massive men holding him grunted in agreement. He pulled back with a dangerous smirk, and his big gloved hand patted my face roughly as he turned and walked back over to the bench.

The guy holding me shifted and the one on my left quickly slid his arms under mine and put me in a full nelson. The other guy walked around in front of me and, after rolling his shoulders, slammed his fist into my gut. Then again and again. The guy holding me pulled me up, and I could see the Boss back at his worktable and the Tech guy looking at me. His eyes were watching with lust and need as those guys were working me over. The Boss absently looked up and said, “Fellas, take your fun elsewhere. I’ve got work to do. They replied, “Sure thing, Boss.”  They started dragging me away when the Boss said, “Boys, it’s been a while, so, take your time and enjoy yourselves. Also, take Al with you; you know he likes to watch.”  All three of them said, “Thanks, Boss,” in unison as they dragged me away.

[lie-lacdreams]

Thermodynamics and Turmoil (Curly x Reader pt. 5)

I'm back!! Sorry for such a long and unexpected hiatus. A lot of things were going on and on top of that I've come to realize some things about my writing that made me feel unsatisfied about my quality of work. I'll try to improve with this series while trying to keep style and flow consistent but I now recognize that the plot moves at a very fast pace.

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Engineer! Reader x Curly Word Count ~ 2.5k TW: mentions of sexual assault, pregnancy, and abortion, angst, profanity

The whole crew seemed busy as of late. (Y/N) and Curly were no exception to this as well, but given the dwindling number of shared meals with all of the crew and the scarcity of which they saw each other, it was definitely easier to see Curly after hours and spend some time  in his embrace before heading back to her room without suspicion. They agreed to keep their arrangement a secret from the rest of the crew, just for the sake of professionalism in front of the others and as to not serve as a distraction from their mission 

It was going so well, (Y/N) thought to herself. Each day was a constant challenge to her capabilities and knowledge of her degree, but if it meant that she could end the night in his arms, under his gentle touch and loving gaze, then there really was nothing that could go wrong. To her relief, after the encounter with Jimmy that one night, he never approached her again to talk to her about whatever it was that he so needed to tell her. Things went as usual, and her presence around him was scarce. However, seeing and interacting with Anya was a rare occasion as well. (Y/N) found herself returning to their room first nowadays, and when Anya was in the room, her back was turned to her, but the shuffling from her side of the room was a clear indicator that she had not been sleeping. 

(Y/N) was concerned for her friend, but there was never a good opportunity to check in on her, that is, until Anya found her one day to ask if she was free for her regular psych eval. Jumping on the opportunity right away, she braced herself to enter the medical bay, ready to make sure things were alright. 

This was the first time she fully made eye contact with Anya in a while, and something inside her sank as she took in her appearance. Her typically glossy black hair was oily and matte and dark circles stained her eyes, giving her gaze a hollowed effect. Making sure the med bay door was fully shut, she took a seat across the desk from her before speaking out, beating her to it. 

“Anya, I haven’t gotten to talk to you in a while. You’ve been so quiet all of this week and I’m worried. What’s going on?” 

With a pause, Anya let out a small, soulless chuckle. “I was supposed to start your evaluations and the first thing you do before we start is check on my wellbeing.”

“Well, of course. I mean you’re responsible for all of ours, but who checks up on you? I’m worried about you, not as your crewmate but as your friend, as the only other woman here on this ship. I need to make sure you’re okay.” (Y/N) leaned into the desk a little bit, placing a hand over Anya’s. 

She noticed as Anya’s lower lip started to quiver and her nose and mouth started to scrunch together. “I don’t feel like I have control over anything anymore, (Y/N).” A tear slipped out of her eye as she swallowed hard. 

Both hands were squeezing the crying woman’s now in a desperate attempt to share the burden. “What do you mean? Do you feel stuck being here? Do you miss Earth?”

“No, that’s not it.” Anya couldn’t bear to look at her anymore. Her head bent down in shame as she choked on the words coming out of her mouth. As (Y/N) listened, she felt herself drift further and further away from the sensation of her own body, unaware of the tears that began falling down her face as well. 

“When did this happen?” She cried. She immediately thought about the one night she did not spend in their shared room, going instead to the cockpit to bring the captain a cup of coffee and company, falling asleep and waking up in his arms. Guilt and horror ricocheted her back into the sensation of her own body as she started trembling. “N-No, don’t tell me it was that night. He came into our room, didn’t he? When I wasn’t there?” Anya nodded, crying a little harder now. “Oh, Anya, I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry I wasn’t there.” She sobbed. 

“At first, I was mad that you weren’t there. The hypotheticals after it happened were constantly playing in my head. If only you were there, maybe he wouldn’t have felt encouraged to come in. Maybe if I didn’t start a conversation with him that night before going to bed, he wouldn’t have thought to do such a thing. Maybe if I didn’t just wear a t-shirt instead of our typical long sleeved uniforms, he wouldn’t have felt tempted.”

“No, honey, no. None of these things encouraged him to do what he did. You are here to do your job and you do amazing at it. Nothing you did should have ‘tempted’ him to do what he did. He made that choice entirely on his own.” Along with the sadness and guilt (Y/N) felt for her friend, a new emotion arose – anger. She remembered that night, how Jimmy looked at her and tried to approach her. What he wanted was now so clear to her, and it made her so guilty to realise how narrowly she escaped and diverted the fate to Anya. She cautiously made her way around the desk, sinking to her knees in front of Anya now, who was still sitting in her chair but moved to face her. With cautious hands, she shakily wrapped her arms around her, which Anya slowly accepted, and the both of them cried as they held each other, mourning the situation now for what it was – a loss of autonomy and control, a direct violation of reducing her to something less than human, knowing later on would be a time for figuring out what to do next. 

The rest of the day was a blur for (Y/N). The two women agreed to find another time to talk about what to do later since there were still so many tasks to be done before the day ended. She dragged along, her heart beating out of her chest as Jimmy passed her in the hallway without acknowledging her. She tried to keep her breathing steady and quiet. Unable to focus, (Y/N) decided on completing the minimum of her tasks before retreating to her room, deciding to read to clear her head. 

In the evening, a gentle knock came from outside of the door, and she got up to creak open the door slightly. Looking up, she was met with the admiring eyes of the captain, who leaned down to give her a peck on the lips before looking back at her, eyes widening slightly when he finally took in the expression on her face. He brought a hand to her face, brushing his thumb against her cheekbone.

“Have you been crying?” He asked. She turned away, unsure of how to answer him. “(Y/N),” he began. “What’s wrong? Talk to me, please.”

She held back the tears threatening to spill, unsure if she should lean into him for comfort or stay at a distance after spending the entire day drenched in guilt. “I-It’s not my place to say. I swear I’m fine. I just need a little time to think, okay?” She dismissed him and he shot her a worried look, rubbing his hands up and down her back, clearly concerned over the state she was in. After getting the clear signal that she wanted time alone, Curly pressed a kiss on her temple before bidding her goodnight and leaving the room. 

Not long after, Anya slipped into the room, in the same state (Y/N) found her in earlier. Sitting down together, they began to talk.

“We can’t let him roam around and get away with this, Anya. He has to take responsibility for what he did to you. If we don’t do anything, there’s no telling if he will try something again.” (Y/N) persisted.

“I know, you’re right,” Anya sighed. “But I don’t want so much attention drawn to this. Sure, there’s only the six of us on this ship, but once we get corporate involved, things can get so much more complicated.”

The other woman stared down at her hands, picking at her nails anxiously. “How many weeks in did you say you thought you were again?”

“From my last period, it’s been a month and a half. I took a pregnancy test about two weeks ago that came up positive.”

(Y/N) did some mental maths. “By the time we get back from this trip, you’ll be into your third trimester and showing. It will definitely raise some questions by the time we get back. And it would be too late to terminate the pregnancy at that point. I’m assuming we don’t have the equipment to do that safely on board, right?” Anya shook her head. “Okay, then I still believe that holding Jimmy accountable for what he’s done is the best solution moving forward. I know it’ll be hard to want to speak up and make him pay, but it's the right thing to do, and you’ll always have my support. We need to tell the captain.”

Anya sighed and stared into her lap. “That’s the thing. I already did.” Shock flooded (Y/N)’s system and she felt momentarily paralyzed by this revelation. 

“Wh-What? And did he say anything?” she asked.

Slowly, a tear ran down Anya’s face once again. “He told me he would talk to him, but I don’t think he has yet. I told him a week or two after it happened. He doesn’t know that I’m pregnant yet but he didn’t want to believe that his friend could do such a thing. I tried to tell him but he sort of just shot it down.”

Anger rose in (Y/N)’s body like hot, pressurised steam. “So he chose his friendship over the safety of his team.”

Anya put a hand on her arm in an effort to get her attention. “I don’t blame him, I’m sure he’s disappointed that his friend would do such a thing, so denial of it would make sense.”

(Y/N) shook her head. “That doesn’t excuse the way he chose to dismiss you. Please, Anya. Let me talk to him and try to reason about this. You need to get your rest. I promise I’ll be back to the room soon – I believe him and Jimmy are still in the cockpit anyway. You’re safe in here now.”

For the first time in a while, she saw Anya's shoulder droop, feeling defeated and fatigued. How many days has it been since she didn’t have to worry about her safety on this cramped ship? Finally, she had gained an ally in her corner. 

(Y/N) slipped out of the room, a bitter knot forming in her throat as she felt herself shaking – whether it was from disappointment or rage, she couldn’t tell. These past few weeks have been perfect. She had found someone who she looked up to and admired, someone who understood her needs and could be there for her when she needed him. Now, after hearing what he had done, the man who she thought was perfect had fallen from the high place she put him. 

Her fist shook as she knocked on the cockpit door, her heart beating so rapidly she could hear the sound of blood pumping through her ears. With a soft noise of acknowledgement on the other side, she cracked open the door to see the captain and co-pilot turn around to look at her. 

“Can I have a word with you, Captain?” She asked shakily. He nodded and got out of his seat, making sure that Jimmy was capable of taking over while he was gone. (Y/N) turned around to walk out, not looking behind to check and see if Curly was following her. She walked at a brisk pace, trying to avoid walking alongside him and stopped once she stepped into the utility room, arms wrapped around herself. She couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye. He grew increasingly worried as he followed after her, calling her name several times to no avail. When she stopped to turn around to face him, he held her arms, looking down at her.

“(Y/N), what’s going on? I’ve been so worried about you today.”  He tried to console her to the best of his ability, but she stepped out of his hold. 

“Anya came to you when she needed your help,” her voice quivered. “Why didn’t you listen to her? Why didn’t you take her seriously when she needed someone to make sure that she was safe?” 

His expression sank immediately. “I-I– fuck, I was going to talk to him about it but there was never a good time. Jimmy is trying his best, okay? This was just a big mistake that he made.”

“A mistake? This “mistake” has haunted Anya with the realisation that there is no corner of this ship that is safe for her anymore!” Tears of rage started welling up again. “What Jimmy did to her left her to deal with the consequences of his actions and when we get back from our trip, the world is going to make her pay for it.” she choked. 

“What?” he was confused. 

“Captain,” (Y/N) began. “He got her pregnant. By the time we get back from this trip, she’ll almost be ready to deliver.” 

A mixed look of shock and dread spread on his face. “W-We can fix this. I’ll make sure to talk to Anya about how she wants to go about it and we can come up with a plan to talk to him together.”

“You’re the one in charge here. The safety of your crew is your responsibility. Anya deserves an apology and greater respect from you to listen to her and take her seriously.” She sounded bitter. “I had so much respect for you as your subordinate and I was beginning to think that I loved you, but I can’t excuse the way you dealt with this.” (Y/N) started heading for the exit of the room, only to be stopped by Curly’s hand grasping her shoulder. He stared down at her in guilt and desperation.

“Please, give me another chance. There’s still time to make things right. How I dealt with this was entirely wrong. I’ll fix this.” It hurt him to see the way she looked back up at him, frustrated and disappointed. 

“Good. Take responsibility, Captain.” With that, she slipped from his hand and made her way back to her quarters. 

[shychick-52]

'My Evil Dreams' and symbolism

Something I noticed from the song 'My Evil Dreams', guys.

Even when Cedric seemingly finally made up his mind about seizing the kingdom instead of choosing Sofia's friendship, he went from confident and determined once-and-for-all ("I've always had so much to prove! I cannot hesitate! It's time for me to make my move and be Cedric the Great! My evil dreams are my friends when I am alone! My evil schemes make me feel like I have a home! My evil dreams, nothing's changed! I know just what to do!")...

... To once again unsure and even remorseful, judging by the very sudden distinct shift in his tone, expression, and body language right as his fantasy crown strangely vanishes (which is perfect symbolism for that last-minute hesitation/recognition of the truth in his heart) and he slowly falls down from his fantasy pedestal/throne (even as he's singing "My evil dreams will come through, now that I'm sure I want them to", which is brilliant irony)…

...And then right back to seemingly determined again, as shown by his body language when he clenches his fists and closes his eyes, as if desperately trying to wrench himself out of that last bit of 'weakness' he can't afford ("And then at last, yes, at last... my evil dreams will finally come true!")

In other words, even when Cedric really thought he'd made up his mind for good after Wormwood chimed in with his deliberate manipulation tactic ("The princess may be nice to you, but what about the rest? All those who point and laugh at you must see that you're the best!"), he had another momentary feeling of remorse/lapse in certainty, but then he quickly snapped himself out of it because he convinced himself that his misguided ambitions were truly his only path… even though, deep down, he didn't want that. He already had what he needed in Sofia, and he knew it in his heart, but the biggest part of his tragedy is that he allowed himself to be convinced (by both himself and Wormwood) that Sofia's friendship wasn't enough, as much as he couldn't deny how much he cared about her and deeply appreciated all she did for him.

He was at his most vulnerable during this song.

And that whole part was pretty subtle too, which makes it twice as fascinating!!

For more analysis of this song and episode, see my others posts here and here.

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