#FORGET ME NOT'S WHOLE ACT IS A COVER FOR THE FUCKING MESS HE IS WHEN YOU LOOK AT HIMMMMM!!!!!!!
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okay I read your analysis on Forget Me Not and I'm in tears now thank you. (No but really thank you, it's such a touching piece.) Can you PLEASE for salvation of our fans souls write anything to like,,, give him hope? Forget Me Not x reader but it doesn't have to be actually all-out with hugs and kisses. We may,,,,,,,, just show him a new hobby? Any hobby of your choosing or idk play an instrument together. Just to give him something else to focus on, to channel at least part of his energy from self-destructive activities to something less hurtful. I'd personally like to bandage his (not actually wounded but still) hands as if they were bleeding. Something of the kind. Sorry for mistakes writing is incredibly inconvenient cuz tears aaa.
;R1999 FORGET ME NOT - "hands, fingers, scales"
Forget Me Not x Reader.
2.3k words.
self-harm implied
You've befriended Forget Me Not the same one befriends a rabid, beaten, old dog. And while he's much too busy fighting his inner demons, you're more worried about stopping these "pernicious habits" of his. A casual afternoon trying to make sure he's taking care of himself turns into something deeper.
thank you so much for the ask, nonnie!!
I got a little carried away with this request because thinking about how fucking insufferable and confusing FMN has to be just to indulge in HAND HOLDING and GETTING A FUCKING HOBBY made me so deranged and feral as if hes not fucking TOUCHSTARVED lmfao. this guy's love language is straight up worshipping, mf is not subtle about it
either way, hope you like it! here's the lil preview!
Sometimes, Forget Me Not understands the reason men and women kneel at the pew to worship and pray.
Devotion is something arcanists and humans share, whether honest or not. He's witnessed the rich and the poor, the pure and the depraved, and every binary that rules this world - all of them begging, pleading and praying at the end of their lives, casting away the pride they've held on for so long for the chance of salvation. Once stripped down to their core, there is nothing to do but hope God has enough love in His heart to look their way.
And sometimes, Forget Me Not prays that you’ll find someone else - anyone but him - to fill the role of devotee.
The gentleness in your eyes whenever you look at him is enough to bring him to his knees, and Forget Me Not doesn't know what to do with himself but to worship and pray. Praying that you'll continue to look at him for a little longer, silently begging for your attention until you finally tire of him. Do you think yourself holy enough to replace the vitriol in his veins?
He does.
On good days, he even hopes that you can save him.
You never asked him to become your one and only believer, of course. You're not even aware of the space you take in his mind, nor the conflicting images he keeps conjuring of you at night, he's certain of this. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here, holding his hands and inspecting them for any injuries. This role is one of the many self-imposed tragedies in his life.
Your thumbs knead and massage his palm, as if you could soothe the pain away, and yet you refrain from pressing down hard. He's at your mercy, why hesitate? What do you see that he cannot?
Something is bothering you. It's obvious in the way you touch him, like you're afraid of hurting him, as if you were the one with a body count between the two. Every so often, your movements come to a halt and you both sit in silence, until you return to your ministrations, filling the nothingness with your sighing and humming.
All he needs is to look up, right at your face, to know everything he wants to know - but he's too much of a coward for that. Instead, light grey eyes follow your index finger as it slides under the cuffs of his shirt. You trace over the bone of his wrist and continue upwards.
He can't tear his eyes away.
Normally, Forget Me Not wouldn't mind. There is an addictive thrill to witnessing the shock of anyone who dares get so close and personal, but he feels himself shrink when you brush against his scales and recoil away on instinct. That's when he raises his head and finds your eyes in the dimly lit staff room.
That expression on your face - surely, you were regretting every choice that led you to him. By now, you might've surely realized that there is nothing for you to salvage in this shipwreck he calls a life. All attempts to check on him were surely a façade for whatever ulterior motives you continued to withhold from him. He's stubborn, believing that he can read you like an open book, but now he's just as lost as you are. When he opens his mouth to speak, you beat him to it and he grows a little restless at your words.
"Sorry, sorry! Did I, uh, hurt you? Dumb question, you would've definitely told me if that were the case. Anyway, it looks like you're okay! I don't know why I was so worried, actually."
His silence prompts you to continue, and all Forget Me Not can focus on is the absence of your warmth.
You raise a hand to gesture dismissively at your behaviour, brush it off to ease your embarrassment, that much he understands - though it's painful to watch you fumble like that, to deny what he hides under his clothes. Forget Me Not thinks of filling the space between your fingers with his own, just to drag you back to that quiet, albeit suffocating, moment of peace. Instead of doing that, he retreats and places both hands neatly on his lap.
"Thanks for indulging me and, yeah uh, again - sorry about that? It just caught me off guard. I should've been more careful."
But you were never careful with his space or his rules, plunging in and out of his life and leaving him to figure out where he stood in his game of push and pull. Why were you being careful now?
"It's nothing, I understand," he lies. Everything you do means the world to him and he doesn't even understand why. "It cannot hurt to know what sort of things the person pouring your drinks might be hiding under their sleeves."
The word "hypocrite" lingers at the tip of his tongue, threatening to spill out with as much venom as he can muster, but it stays lodged behind his teeth because he knows he's even worse: Forget Me Not prays that you'll stay with him, while also opening the door right out his life for you. As much as he wants to, he has no right of calling you out.
He's not used to receiving apologies and so he chooses not to think too hard on yours - though he's dreamed countless of times for the perfect situation in which he finally rips out one apology after another from the throats of those who wronged him, this one feels different. Undeserved, even.
His heart, that wretched lump in his chest, finally settles down and he prepares to end this interaction to save you the awkwardness of addressing his "deformities". But then you go and surprise him once more.
"Come on, I already told you..." You sigh and he inhales in tandem, but you're much too busy rolling your eyes to notice. "That whole thing you do, when you start scratching or, like, picking at your hand? You've been doing it more lately. It had me worried you might've been doing, I don't know - something."
Forget Me Not's eyes widen in surprise. The audacity to notice such things about him? And to put them on display without a warning? What else did you find out?
Part of him wants him to embrace his nature and scare you away, but that's the side of him that's been slowly losing this battle of attrition in his heart - you're a bad influence for him, after all. The other part... Well, it's still trying to sort itself out.
He settles for slowly undoing the buttons on his sleeve. It only takes a moment to roll up the fine fabric to his elbow, knowing you're staring right at him, through him maybe. The expression on his face is one of indifference, one he fights to maintain - this is the most vulnerable he's felt in decades.
That unsightly pattern begins exactly where his sleeves usually end, coiling around his forearm not unlike a snake and traveling upwards. The scales are dark, an iridescent black that reminds him of an oil spill in the middle of the ocean, and the ones at the edges fade away into lighter hues until they mix with the pale, sickly tone of his skin. He knows the sort of beauty he holds, one that can only be admired at a distance, turning into a grotesque imitation of a man when up close.
Forget Me Not presents himself to you and, with his free hand, gets ready to pluck one of the scales off.
"Wait, don't do that-!"
Seizing his arm and holding it close to your chest, you deprive him of the catharsis that comes with this level of self-mutilation. He knows you're connecting the dots, feeling the scattered, empty spaces from all the times you saw him pick himself apart and more. Your fingers brush against his bare skin looking for said spaces, counting them in your head, mourning their loss.
Some scales are in the process of regrowing like unwanted parasites, and he wishes he could feel anything at all just to be closer to you.
"God, what is wrong with you?! What was the point of that?"
Something compels him to laugh (perhaps it's your heartbeat reaching out to him loud and clear through your clothes, he feels it faintly) it comes across as sinister and condescending, the only way he knows how to express joy. Like he's making fun of your concern.
"Apologies," Forget Me Not begins to say, readjusting his glasses. The way you try to keep his own arm out of his reach doesn't go unnoticed. It's such a petty, childish gesture that makes his grin widen and your frown deepen. "I was under the impression you found this little oddity distasteful. There's no need to worry - they will return in a few days, they always do."
"Still, don't do that. It's not funny. It must...hurt a lot."
"Ah, but it doesn't. If else, I'd compare it to being pricked by a very small needle."
"You're just going to find something to nitpick and contradict everything I say, aren't you?" It's the least he can do to repay all the headaches you've given him, and for forgiving his transgressions too easily.
An intrusive thought makes itself known from the depths of his mind - would you forgive him just as readily if he were to kill someone in front of you? If he showed you just how destructive his arcane skills could be when given free reign? Where would you draw the line? And how much could he continue to push his luck before he lost you?
Before Forget Me Not realizes it, you've loosened your grip on his arm and returned to that previous moment of suffocating peace - the only difference is that you've gone from being deep in thought to troubled and miserable, one hair away from darting out the room and refusing to speak to him. At this, his pinky finger wraps around yours and neither of you mention it.
"Can't you... I don't know, do something else?"
"I could be doing my job, but alas, you're keeping me prisoner here." He says, like he's not delighted to be given your undivided attention. There are no complaints when you step on his foot with a huff, he deserved that one.
"I'm talking about the scales thing! You could wear gloves. If it happens when you get distracted then, I could hang around to make sure you stop in time." A pause, and then the sound of your voice becomes unsure and so very small. "Maybe if we covered them with bandages...? But that could be annoying. Band aids? No, no - too unprofessional. It would ruin the whole aesthetic you're going for."
You continue to trail off, coming up with many different ideas and solutions to a problem he caused. He doesn't understand why you'd even bother in the first place. For you to reciprocate the attention he gives you, to care about him? That's the hardest pill Forget Me Not has ever swallowed - it's something he twirls around with his tongue, as if deciding whether to poison himself with bliss or spit it out and continue latching on to his doubts and insecurities.
Outside, in front of everyone at The Walden, he's the one leading the crowd and talking for hours on end, commanding their attention and manipulating the flow of every conversation.
Behind closed doors, all he does is listen to every nonsensical thought, unnecessary opinion and strange anecdote you throw at him.
"...No, that won't work either." Absentmindedly, you fix and button his sleeve back into place.
You've grown used to his silence the same way you've adapted and grown used to his flaws.
"I mean, it worked on me - getting a little slap on the wrist whenever I started biting my nails, but..." Without even thinking, you rub circles with your thumb across his knuckles.
You might as well be the stupidest angel in heaven.
"Why don't you just get a hobby? That's good enough, right? It's been so long since I've heard you play piano, the one by the stage." And just like that, you're on your feet attempting to drag him outside for a demonstration. "You could teach me! That way, we get to do something fun and I get to keep an eye on you."
Forget Me Not knows he has nothing to offer to this world, but when his saint looks at him with such hope, he cannot refuse. The path to recovery seems almost doable when you bump your shoulder into his, challenging him to play the hardest song he knows.
The stars in your eyes whenever you recognize all the songs he plays becomes intoxicating, more so than the sweet, sweet revenge he's yearned for since he spiraled into decadence.
Some days, his patrons join with their own singing or humming, and he forgets that he hates each and every one of them for as long as his fingers dance across the keys - a momentary reprieve from the constant stream of negativity. It doesn't take long for his body to remember his training and soon, he's improvising.
A melody for gloomy, rainy days. A whimsical tune here and there for celebrations.
A song for you and himself - the first one he teaches you and the only one he plays in private, when he's all alone with nothing but his thoughts. Solitude has gone from a noose wrapped around his neck to the perfect time to compose and hone this long forgotten passion. For the first time in forever, he doesn't dread the silence of an empty room, the endless wait between his shifts at The Walden - not when he can simply fill them with more and more music.
And so, Forget Me Not plays, hoping that you'll continue to cheer him on. Hoping that this tiny spark you've ignited in him can truly become his salvation.
#reverse 1999#reverse: 1999#r1999#reverse 1999 x reader#reverse 1999 fanfic#reverse 1999 forget me not#forget me not#outing myself as a huge fuckin religion/devotion as a metaphor for relationships freak#and as a hand freak as well. love it when the smallest acts of intimacy are the BIGGEST FUCKING DEALS for characters who are touchstarved#i love writing reader inserts from the pov of the character instead of the reader like#what goes in their head and shit??? THE INNER MONOLOGUES AND DRAMA ?????#FORGET ME NOT'S WHOLE ACT IS A COVER FOR THE FUCKING MESS HE IS WHEN YOU LOOK AT HIMMMMM!!!!!!!#soggiest wettest most pathetic man at manus vindictae#i hope i got his whole fuckin two faced and contradicting mentality across. mf is not having a good time healing but my GOD hes. trying#he hates you but he loves you but god he hates you so much but yeah he'll still worship the ground you walk on#the title is a pun btw. scales. musical scales. his snake scales#IM VERY SMART
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★ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓. + 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎'𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀
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synopsis. miguel o’hara and the nsfw alphabet challenge.
─── ☆ notes. anyone got a slime tutorial link to the new movie yet? . | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍
─── ☆ length. 1.5k (11 min read).
─── ☆ genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni | headcanon's | not movie canon | no movie spoilers | creampies | facials | cum play | jerking off | oral sex | eye contact | body worship | size kink | height difference | over stimulation | edging | jealousy | teasing | possessiveness | marking | biting | slight sub/dom | cuddling | let me know if I missed any | not beta'd.
A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)
Miguel isn’t the type to wind down that quickly, but he is extremely considerate of your feelings and well-being, most of the time he’s making sure you're okay. Especially since the last thing he ever wants is to make you seem unwanted after having sex with him.
That being said, it did take him a while to get used to the whole cuddling and comfort thing. You swear, at the beginning of your relationship, it was like trying to hug one big bear, but as you two spent more time together, he started to crave just having you wrapped in his arms and listening to your heartbeat every now and then.
B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)
He could go on and on about how much he loves every part of you; seriously, you could tell because of how much he cannot keep his hands off of you, but realistically, his answer in the back of his mind is your mouth and thighs. He’s so down bad.
Whenever you try talking to him, you always catch him staring at your lips like he’s just starving to kiss you. It's the same situation with your thighs as well. Sometimes you would be standing around the house in the mind of a conversation and suddenly feel Miguel’s fingers groping the plush of your thighs, gawking at your legs like he has no home training.
C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)
Oh brother, this man is a mess in the head, he loves, I mean loves, to see you covered in his cum: facials, creampies, you name a place on your body for him to cum on, and he’ll do it with pleasure.
There’s just something about seeing your soft brown skin painted with traces of him all over your body, especially when he would cum inside you. His favorite thing to do is spread your legs and watch it spill out, only to push it all back in and give you another load.
D= Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory)
Miguel is a very pent-up possessive man, no matter what he does, he just can't get enough of you, which leaves him feeling extremely needy whenever you're gone or just don't feel in the mood. He would just jack off at the thought of you to relieve himself.
E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)
You had expected him to come from around the entire block from the easy he would pick you up and fuck you, but surprisingly, Miguel only really had a handful of partners in his past—nothing too extreme.
F= Favorite position
He says he isn't really picky, yet somehow you always end up with your stomach pressed against some surface. Most of the time he sees no point in containing himself, plus weight isn't really an issue on his behalf. Whenever your legs give out from standing, he’ll just pick your ass up as if you weighed absolutely nothing and keep the same pace.
G= Goofy (how serious are they)
He likes to completely mirror your emotions or help you ease up more. He's very big on paying attention to the smallest detail, so if you're someone who feels a little anxious or nervous, no matter how many times you two have had sex, he needs to break that broadening act to crack a few dry jokes or shower you in compliments to make you feel more comfortable.
H= Hair (grooming habits)
This man is covered in dark hair from chest to toe. He doesn't really find the amount of body hair alarming, but he doesn't like to upkeep his pubic hair a bit, especially giving himself a trim whenever he wears his spider suit. He just doesn't really care that much to shave it all off, but if you asked him too, he wouldn't mind much.
I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)
He’s pretty reluctant to be overly smothering, with his inmate moments just coming out of the blue, especially with his cold attitude. Most of the time, when you think he’s tense, he’ll switch, turn around, and start praising you. Sometimes he doesn't realize it, but most of the time it's always after he feels like he went a bit too far with degrading you, so he switches up just to even it all out with praise and saying how good you make him feel while holding eye contact.
J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)
Miguel just has the habit of stressing himself out all the damn time, and half of the time it's always over him being too worked up. Whenever he has a moment alone and you just can't be there, he likes to turn to his memory of you to help work off some of his tension.
K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)
Marking. I’m talking biting, scratches, hickeys, and God forbid Miguel sees the fingerprint bruises forming on your hips after he lets you ride him. Just the thought of having traces of him all over you makes that possessive switch in him go haywire.
Size kink. He’s a big guy through and through, and no matter what, he makes sure to remind you of your size difference. Blessed tall and broad, standing next to you, he’s practically a brick wall with the audacity to have a big dick.
Eye contact. Dear Lord, you better hope you laid down in one of his favorite positions and he hasn't fucked the common sense out of you by the time you're about to cum because Miguel will twist you like a hot pretzel and have you begging like your life depended just to hear you say his name and while you look into his eyes.
L= Location (where they like to get it on)
Anywhere with privacy and on every surface he could reach—floor, wall, upside—doing the splits, Miguel damn near used webs to find a way to have you against him.
M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)
Miguel will get turned on by the smallest of things: you stretching near him, you wearing his clothes, you looking at him, you saying his name in a certain way, you, you, you. It's like he has brain rot, and you're all he can think about.
But he also likes it when you get angry or annoyed with him; there's just something about you snapping at him and trying to put him in his place that gets him going.
N= No (turn offs or absolutely won’t do)
Pegging, piss and poop.
O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)
He loves giving more than receiving, mostly because he prefers it. There’s just something about teasing and edging you until you can't handle it anymore that leaves him wanting to lay you back and spread you open for hours on end.
But if you're offering, it's completely your loss. Miguel loves sitting back and watching you struggle trying not to gag or fit him entirely down your throat; either way, it's a free show for him.
P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)
Whenever he’s feeling less merciful and wants to spice things up from the usual fucking you until your lace sweats off type sex, he loves to just see how long he can push you to the edge (which is a lot more days than you’d like to think), and he will be petty and take it super slow just to see your body twitch and squirm for more of his attention.
Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)
Even if you're the one offering quickies, it always ends up with you having to reschedule your plans.
R= Risk (do they like to try new things)
He’s open to new ideas but never really offers any himself. Miguel completely trusts you and is willing to do whatever you want for your pleasure, but just know that nothing at the end of the day will get him off but you.
S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)
You have to remind him most times that you don't have the same enhanced superhuman abilities as he does. No matter how many times he tries to make you cum in just one night. You swear sometimes it's like you're fighting for your fucking life just to catch one five-minute break.
T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)
Is the type to feel a bit insulted if you ever mentioned having one or using one until you would regret offering him to use a vibrater on you. Like you handed a murder a knife the moment he found your rose toy and figured out how to use it.
U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)
There is no sex without a bit of teasing with Miguel; he definitely pushes you a lot just to get a reaction out of you normally, so doing it in bed only comes naturally to him, and if you're not begging, he ain't giving.
V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)
He does not shut the fuck up! You will hear him, whether it's grunting on top of you, raspy whimpering in your ear, or talking you through it. Miguel is very vocal, just not as loud with his moans since he prefers to hear yours instead.
W= Wild card (random sin cannon of any sort)
Has absolutely no issues with letting you ride him with the suit on.
X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)
Slightly less tanned than his skin tone, with a slight curve to the left, and too girthy for his own good.
Y= Yearning (sex drive level)
Surprisingly, not that high, especially since he isn't a really big PDA person and the only time he ever gets worked up is in the comfort of privacy.
Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)
Sometimes you have to trick him into falling asleep with you. Dude has really bad insomnia, but having you all cuddled up next to him really helps with his shit sleeping schedule.
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have this fun headcanon that dean never says I love you back out loud because he just like. thinks he does all the time and literally just forgets because he's an idiot.
like when they get cas back he just clutches him close and buries his face in Cas' shoulder and he's like you fucking idiot. you have me. you always had me. whatever you want cas. and he cries and like that's that. and every time cas says it to him in their life after — which btw. that takes a while for cas too because he's just so used to loving dean from a distance that he can't believe he's allowed to have it in the palm of his hand..he can't believe that he's allowed to be open and loud and fearless and absolutely without shame with it. so he has to get used to that, but he does get there. anyway. whenever he does say I love you to dean, the first few times dean's like stuck in between panic and awe and every time after that he's just SO FLUSTERED because he's HOPELESS and he has a CRUSH on this guy even tho they're literally living together and do nasty things to each other on a regular basis but like god forbid they hold hands right. anyway. it's not emotional constipation so much emotional confusion because he really doesn't know what to do with all this easy affection and love because he's never felt it quite like this before where it's a firework in his belly and fizzy champagne bubbles in his blood and this delicious heat under his skin that makes him feel young and giddy and stupid and he loves it so much but it also just turns him into a mess and so he doesn't respond with words and often just resorts to something foolish like a whispered alright or shuddup or he just kisses cas and thinks me too but maybe he doesn't say it. he really doesn't say it. but he doesn't know that he doesn't say it because he's hopelessly in love and the moments all blur when cas is there and so near and with him.
anyway. months down the line..maybe it's even been more than a year. who knows. it's just something really mundane. in the unwritten fic, it's just one of those nights that start out warm and cosy and turn frigid by the time it's midnight and dean and cas have kicked off the covers and they're both sleeping (because cas sleeps now yes he's an angel but he sleeps and eats and does things that make him feel untethered and human and alive because i said so don't talk to me) and dean wakes up because there's a draft on his legs and it makes him shiver and he squints at Cas who is impervious to the cold but he is curled away from dean because they'd moved away from each other in the middle of the night and dean's NOT having that HE'S COLD so he groans and crawls towards cas and drapes himself over his body and his skin's cool too because it's been exposed to the breeze this whole time so dean's whining and slapping cas awake and he's like come on, man and cas groans and scoffs and goes UGH DEAN but the body underneath him warms really quick and Dean snuggles close and cas magics the covers so they tuck themselves around them both and dean's like. sleepy happy sighing into Cas' chest and he says thanks, sweetheart. I love you. and cas wakes up like he's been electrocuted and dean startles because cas did and they look at each other and cas is like what did you say? and dean's SO CONFUSED because again HE'S AN IDIOT he literally DID NOT REALISE that he HAS BEEN SO HAPPY. AND PREOCCUPIED WITH THE BEING IT BUT HE HAS NOT BEEN SAYING IT and so he's like what the fuck what. and cas is like. dean..and dean's like ??? I love you??? why are you acting weird??? this is normal every day conversation??? are you okay?? and cas is like .....oh my god and dean's like you are scaring me cas and cas is like no..no dean..it's just. it's stupid. but he's jumping into Dean's arms now tucking his head in his neck and there's that break in his voice like he's overwhelmed like he was when he first said.those words to dean and dean's like cas? cas??? and cas is like. you've never. i mean. i knew. i KNEW. and you've prayed. before. unconsciously. but you've never said. and dean is like stop fucking with me of course i have. and cas is like baby it's okay let's go back to sleep. but he's laughing and crying and he's HAPPY RIGHT like he's giddy and dean's losing his mind and he's having a crisis and he lies back down in bed and suddenly it's hitting him HOW STUPID he's been because like YEAH. he has NEVER actually..he really has never. said it.
and like he's like shit. cas shit.
and cas is like. no hey it's alright. i knew. I promise I knew. i just. i
and dean doesn't need to hear this he also doesn't need cas to defend him because this is just..like..it's not even neglectful or anything this is LITERALLY IDIOTIC it's literally like. SILLY STUPID like he is KICKING himself because WHAT THE FUCK
but then he's sitting up very seriously and he takes cas' face in his hands and he's like. i love you. I love you very much. I love you more than I've loved anything. more than pie. more than BABY. you're the love of my whole goddamn life. okay??
and cas is laughing again and crying a little bit and he's like oh god this is SILLY they are being SILLY. but dean keeps saying it over and over because he has all this time to make up for where he DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HE WASN'T SAYING IT and he kisses him between each little confession and it's silly and sweet and soft and everything good. and then they have sex and cry and fall asleep in each other's arms the end.
#sorry this got long#the unwritten fic has a 5000 word outline#ans it is all like this#if any of you happen to fic this TAG ME so i can despair about how I can't do anything and also be happy about this being a scene fr#doe is talking again#destiel headcanons#y yo a ti but they're just stupid
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59. “I’ve spent the last five minutes trying to figure out what game you’re playing.” requested by @strangersteddierthings from this post
thank you for the request!! i hope you like it!
Steve's been flirting with Eddie for weeks. Weeks. Eddie's not an idiot, he sees it for what it is. It's just... it doesn't make any fucking sense. Steve could be bi, sure, but even if he is. Eddie? Of all people?
Eddie, who'd gone and acted cute in that little hell dimension, Upside Down, whatever, even though he'd been under strict instructions to not do exactly that? Eddie, who'd very nearly fucking died and shit his pants all in one go? Eddie, who'd muttered some of the most insane, out of control shit when Steve carried him out of the Upside Down because he genuinely thought he was a goner? That Eddie? That's who Steve's been flirting with for weeks?
Maybe Steve's been conked in the noggin one too many times. He's not thinking clearly.
It's one of those nights where it's just the two of them. It's been happening more often, these past few weeks; Steve'll invite Eddie over under the guise of having a few beers, and he'll turn on a movie and they'll just shoot the shit for hours. And the whole damn time, Steve'll flirt.
Just like he's doing now, one arm slung across the back of the couch behind Eddie, sitting so close Eddie can feel his body heat. Steve's been full of it tonight, the teasing and the innuendos and the compliments. And Eddie's into it, giving back as good as he gets - touching Steve and calling him sweetheart and pushing back.
But Steve still won't make a move, a real one. There's no way Steve can't feel the tension mounting between them. It's been building for weeks. It's been building all night. They've been sharing these looks, lingering things where they capture one another's gazes and hold, until Steve glances down at Eddie's lips and Eddie has to look away.
It's driving Eddie nuts, the will he or won't he of it all. And the fact that he hasn't makes Eddie wonder if he's just fucking with him. It'd be so like the guy Eddie always thought Steve was, to play a joke like this on someone like him.
"Y'know, I've spent the last five minutes - nay, the last five weeks - trying to figure out what game you're playing here."
"Game?" Steve asks, his eyebrows pinched and confused.
"Yeah, like. The flirting? You messin' with me?"
"You think this is a game?"
"Yeah. What else could it be?"
Steve scoffs and scoots away, his arm falling away from the back of the couch to rest at his side.
"You really think I'd do that? Mess with you like that?" Steve sounds offended. A little hurt. "What happened to me being not a douche?"
"Whoa, man, I'm just sayin', alright? It's weird, is all," Eddie says, defensive. "'Cause... y'know... I never thought you could be into someone like me."
"Yeah? Well, it turns out I can. I thought you might be into me, too. It's why I've been inviting you over more."
"Sooo," Eddie says with a smile. "Is this a date, then? You been puttin' the moves on me for real?"
"This is hardly a date, Munson, but yes. The moves are very real."
Eddie's pulse kicks up and he feels warm, a little nervous. He brings a lock of hair in front of his mouth to cover a dopey smile. Steve's still looking at him, scooting closer again and putting his arm back up where it was before. They're sitting right up against each other now, their thighs and knees knocking together. Eddie puts a hand on Steve's leg.
"Alright, then. Carry on."
"A game," Steve mutters, shaking his head and clicking his tongue. "Sometimes I wonder why I like you."
"Too late now, big boy. You already said it. You like me, and I'm never gonna let you forget it."
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Napoleon (2023) Review
I know many of you have posted your own reviews and what I'm going to talk about will cover most of what people have said but I wanna give my own perspective on the movie. As you know spoilers will be said, so if yall still haven't watch the movie go before reading.
Alright first, I would like to say the movie overall wasn't that bad nor it wasn't great. Some battle scenes were a bit confusing, Borodino was the one which I got the most confused because of how quick the scene was. One moment I was watching soldiers fight and then it was done, which I guess they wanted to get to the part of Napoleon arriving at Moscow but I digress.
During the Seige of Toulon, I was a bit confused with Napoleon's reaction throughout the whole battle. He was hyperventilating and panicking which seemed strange to me since he was always calm and collected during stressful situations, especially this battle since it was his 'debut' and was an important plan in getting Toulon back in French hands. I understand him being a little bit nervous, but he had to stay calm for the soldier's sake.
Now, lets talk about Napoleon and Josephine's relationship, oh boy, it was a mess. I did like how Naps acted a bit awkward during their first meeting since he was pretty shy and weird around the ladies in real life, but after that the whole relationship seemed too toxic than what it really was. Like the scene where Josephine returned to the chateau after Naps came back from Egypt and him yelling at her and basically telling her she was a slut, him threatening divorce because she couldn't get pregnant at the beginning of their marriage, or when Naps got angry at Josephine yet again and threw food at her, or him slapping Josephine during the divorce scene. I literally let out a gasp when that happened. That whole representation of their relationship was a freaking mess, and don't even get me started with the sex scenes! They were so weird and Naps making animals noises before doing it didn't make it better. I think the worst for me was when Naps called Josephine "little one" like don't start with that kinky shit smh. Also the part where Alexander went to visit Josephine at Malmaison was not necessary, they did develop a friendship but it was nothing more than that.
Besides all the negative things I did like a few things about the movie. For starters Napoleon's first interaction with Josephine, that was a nice touch. The lamb chop scene was hilarious and everyone including me laughed at the scene. Naps falling down the stairs after almost getting killed by the Directory and saying "oh fuck" under his breath while standing up was funny. Even the scene afterwards where Naps and Lucien were struggling to get out and keep everyone inside was funny. His facial expression he made while trying to regain himself had me dying.
What caught me by suprise was Junot being in the movie because correct me if I'm wrong but no other movie had Junot included in it, so when Naps first yelled "Junot" during the Seige of Toulon I was like 'huh? Junot? Like Jean Andoche Junot?? THE JUNOT?? I can't believe what I'm hearing!" and sure enough Junot was in the movie! Even though it was only for like 30 minutes but him being in the movie made me so happy because he is never mentioned in any form of media.
Overall it wasn't as bad as I expected. I still wished they would've added other marshals like Murat and Lannes, but I do appreciate them adding Davout since he is also someone who doesn't get mentioned in movies a lot, so props to you Scott (I guess). I did get over the historical inaccuracies pretty quick, but Wellington and Naps meeting did rub me the wrong way knowing that they never met each other in real life. Also, Ney with a moustache...why??
So that's all I wanted to say about the movie. Sorry if this was a longer post, but I wanted to write down everything before I forget. Thank you for reading!
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"When we called him and said, ‘Hey, do you want to play this part?’ he was real excited about it, and he was like, ‘Oh yeah, I'm gonna… I have a great idea. This is going to be really scary.’ And I was like, ‘Okay, sure.’ And we all showed up full of swagger. It was like, yeah, ‘We're just gonna roll. We're gonna have somebody down there flicking the blood, because we want a little bit of splash on his chin.’ Not what you guys saw. That was a little more than we thought would happen. And Rebecca, who’s pretty fearless, was full of attitude. And when she met Jacob – he had been doing another movie, so we never rehearsed with him. I would talk to his father and he's like, ‘We're rehearsing ourselves. And it's really good. It's really good. It's really upsetting.’
He's the sweetest, most charming kid you'll ever meet. Rebecca was even, ‘Oh, get ready, Jacob! We're going to mess you up! Oh, True Knot, we're coming to get him.’ That whole group of actors, they're the bad guys. They get to strut around on set in cool costumes and say cool stuff. So they showed up to it just cocky. We started with Jacob. When we rehearsed, we didn't put any emotion into it. I was like, ‘Jacob, don't scream. We're just going to walk through it mechanically, so you don't get traumatized. We'll save it.’ … We started on him. We started on his frontal and his profile, which were running simultaneously. He's like, ‘No, I got this.’ I was like, ‘Do you want to do a dry run? You want to do anything with it?’ He said, ‘Nope, I'm good.’ And we all went to the monitor.
Rebecca gets all into character and everybody's ready. And [Jacob’s] dad leans over to me and he's like, ‘You have no idea what you're in for.’ He was kind of smirking. And I was like, ‘Okay, like, we know this is going to be a disturbing scene. It's gonna be fine, though.’ He's just smirking. He knows what's coming. We don't know. And, the general idea was, stuff's always worse in the movie than it is on the set. Like on set, the stuff tends to be fun and silly. And Jacob just lets loose. And it's what you see in the movie. He's just screaming and begging, and he’s ad-libbing, you know? He's just throwing in, ‘Please.’ And Rebecca can't get her lines out. He's just screaming over, and he's crying. And Rebecca comes in like, ‘Uh, yeah, this, this is, this is going to hurt, because fear purifies steam.’ And then she starts crying. And we’re in the van. At the time we had all the monitors in this ride, we're all in there, just staring at it, horrified. We get through to the end of the take. I’m too shocked to call cut. He's just dead. He died, and we’re all just staring at it. And I looked over to [producer] Trevor Macy and I was like, ‘What have we done?’
And Jacob's dad is just grinning. So Jacob hops up off the ground. Just, popped. There’s blood all over him. Half the crew is gone. Like, they have abandoned their posts. So during the shot, grips and electricians and stuff were like, ‘Nope.’ And they just walked away. … Jacob hopped up and his dad kind of smirked at him and they, I'll never forget it. He hopped up, walked past his dad, and they high five. His dad just put his hands up to high five, Jacob walked over to crafty to eat candy, but we were all like crying and fucked up.
[On the day he turned 12, Jacob Tremblay had to act out everyone’s worst fear: dying.] We brought out a birthday cake after [the scene]. This is all true. We had a cake that was made in the shape of the baseball jersey with the number 19. It was red velvet cake. So when you cut it up, it was red inside. And we brought that out and sang to him. It was before we saw what he was going to do, and we were all feeling really just, ‘It’s just another day.’ But then we saw what he did, and we all felt awful. We brought it out. We had cake. We sang. He's covered with blood. There are hilarious pictures of him and he’s just [with a thumbs up] with the cake and the blood. And then he just laughed and said good night. You know, ‘That was so fun everybody, bye!’ And he left and the cast recovered.
[Ewan McGregor and Cliff Curtis didn’t share a scene with Jacob Tremblay, so they weren’t on set for the murder. They showed up after, genuinely curious how things had gone.] We're all still shaking [when they show up]. Rebecca Ferguson just doesn't want to talk about it. And Ewan’s like, ‘How’d it go with the kid?’ And she’s like, ‘I don’t even want to talk about it.’ She did all of her stuff – all the shots of her when she talks to him, when he's like, ‘Is this going to hurt?’ And she's like, ‘Yessss!’ And like all the roaring in his face and stuff… he was gone. We did that after Jacob left set. She couldn't look him in the eye and do that" - Mike Flanagan on how Basball Boy scene was filmed (ReelBlend podcast)
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The poll was fair so here is your precious Kidd x reader! Please read the CW before reading! 💋
word count: 9,455
❗ CW | mention of mental health issues, alcohol abuse, language, s*xual abuse
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You and the rest of the pirates arrived at a small town, each house was covered in snow. The warm feeling this gave you was nostalgic. This was your home. This was your island. Nothing has changed since you left all those years ago.
Kidd glared over at you, noticing your joyous face. He looked away quickly before your eyes can meet his. Killer stepped in front of the captain, getting your full attention.
"If you don't mind," The large blonde started, "I know of a small pasta restaurant in this town. We can all go." He tried to hide the excitement in his voice. It worked, but only a little. Kidd started at him, slowly rolling his eyes, and waved him off.
"Fine, I don't give a damn, this is [y/n]'s home anyway. If any of you idiots decide to mess around and fuck stuff up without my say so. I'll personally hunt you down a kill you. Got it?!" The men nodded and quickly made their way into the village. Each of them had a list of supplies to search for.
As for you, Killer, and Kidd; made your way through the town, getting small stuff on the way to the restaurant. You and Killer shared a few laughs here and there. Your eyes glittered happily as the lights grew brighter with every shop you looked into. The village you stayed at was small, but each mason and tier that housed each shop brought back many memories for you. You would tell the large men behind you the meaning and the stories of each shop. Kidd, not seeming so interested in the stories at all, softened his expression. Noting how happy this makes you, returning to where you came from.
Killer would slightly cut you off from time to time to ask you small questions. Kidd didn't seem to like that; "Hey!" He scolded softly, startling you and shutting the blonde up, "I get that you're interested in the stories [y/n] is sayin', but let them at least finish it, huh?.." This shocked not only Killer but you. Since when was he so interested, let alone polite when it comes to others? Ah, you're his crewmate. That's why. "Hey!" He shouted at you, waving his hand in your face, "Are you going to continue or what? I'm starting to get hungry here!"
You shook yourself out of your thoughts and nodded, smiling warmly at him, "Ah, sorry cap'n!" He blinked and looked to the side, slightly blushing in anger. "Whatever..just keep fucking talking, shrimp!" You nodded your head and turned around leading them to the restaurant. Pointing to shops, answering Killer's questions, and telling nostalgia-filled stories until something stopped you in your tracks.
Killer stopped a few inches behind you, the same with Kidd. You felt your whole body go cold. The only thing you honestly hoped to not see here were your ex-crewmates. The memories of your old captain and you having a slight fling were lost in the deepest part of your mind. You wanted to forget all that... Foreplay that eventually leads to other things, thinking of it made your stomach do flips. Of course, at the time you were okay with it, but eventually, you started to understand that he would spread lies and gossip about your privacy to the other men. Leading them to ask you to come and warm their beds. In short, you had enough of the slander and were seeing yourself off but was stopped. Your captain, drunker than days, came to you.
"What's wrong with ya? I thought we talked about you leaving the crew and me. You're not going anywhere, right?" He hissed softly, trying to act as worried and sad as possible. You gritted your teeth and took a few steps back, "I don't want to be here anymore. I'm tired of being treated like a slave! I'm a pirate, not a person to pass around!" You growled in anger. Your captain was not pleased with this at all. The guilt tripping didn't seem to work, and he quickly noticed that minus his drunken state. Quickly, he grabbed ahold of your shirt, slamming you to the wall and onto the floor. You were too stunned to act, your breath quickly left your lungs.
'This can't end this way, I can't die like this! I can't die like this!!" You spat in his face, thrashing as much as you can trying to break free of his grip. He straddled you, his weight almost seeming like it was too much for you to handle. He quickly grabbed both of your wrists with one of his hands but failed. You took that as a chance to quickly grabbed the bottle he had and smash it against his head. Sending the man to fall on his side. You laid there for a few seconds to catch your breath, then quickly hopped to your feet and headed for the upper deck. The crewmates were too distracted by the noise and ran to the room where the unconscious captain lay. Your running start was enough for you to grab a small dingy off the side of the boat, drop down into the sea, and hastily paddle away. But of course, the men saw what had happened and quickly started to fire everything they had at you. You paddled as much as you could, all this noise could attract a starving beast, but before you were in the clear. A canon ball managed to nick your dingy and send you flying. What a way to go, huh?
Everything after that seemed so fuzzy, all you remembered was being dragged out of the water and loud talking. When you opened your eyes, you were greeted by a loud, flaming redhead. Later down the line, he became your new captain; after heavy trust exercises of course.
(but back to the story)
Your eyes met your old captain. He glared at you but soon did a double take. "Weeell~" He purred, "If it isn't my old crewmate, how is everything [y/n]?~" He strolled over to you, not minding the men behind you. "What 'cha doing back here? Did you miss us?" You didn't say anything. "Not talking? Are you scared or something? We all honestly thought you died...frankly, everyone in the village thought you died. At least that's what we told them.~" You gritted your teeth, anger started to bubble in your chest. Before you could say anything, two hands were placed on each of your shoulders.
"Killer, I don't know about you, but it seems like these assholes are giving our crewmate a hard time," Kidd smirked mischievously, Killer did nothing but give a slow nod. "Hey, if I were you...I'd take your lousy crew and leave." Kidd glared down at the old captain, who only laughed and stepped closer. This caused the two men to pull you back behind them.
"And what if I don't?" Your old captain mocked. Kidd's eye twitched in annoyance. "No worries then," Kidd began, "I'll just have to sick my men on you...and your pathetic crew. Killer, why don't you give this man a small taste of what the Kidd Pirates can do."
Killer's heavy footsteps crunched on the snow-covered pavement. Kidd turned around and placed you under his arm, leading you back to the ship. "Let Killer handle those idiots. Those fools picked the wrong crew to mess with." You didn't say anything but looked over your shoulder, seeing a glistening spray of blood on the fresh snow. Quickly, you turned your head. "Now...tell me why you just stopped talking? What the hell did those guys do to you?" You blinked, slightly grabbing ahold of your shirt, and let out a shaky breath. Soon, once you managed to mustard up the courage. You told your captain all of it, everything, and every last detail. This wasn't the story he necessarily wanted to hear from you or his crewmate.
"For a captain to take advantage of his crewmate like that, is sickening...I'm calling my men back." He stood up in a huff and turned, stomping out of the room and onto the main deck. He yelled out loudly to each of his men. "Alright!! Now that I have your attention. Imma need every last one of you to find a certain captain that resides on this island. Killer is already scaring him. If you find Killer, have him lead you to the body. Beat him to the brink of death, find the rest of his crew, and do the same! And hey, if they manage to try and bribe you with any treasure. Take it and kill them!! He hurt one of us, it's time for a little bit of payback, yeah?" The men he managed to gather from his grew cheered and race off to savagely hunt. Heat and Wire were left, placing all the supplies they found in the storage room.
"Imma need you two to go with Killer and destroy that man's ship. Burn it and don't leave a damn trace, got it?" Heat nods his head, sending off a wave before he leaves. "Wire...make sure they have it done in a good time. I want to leave this damn place before it causes us more trouble." The tall man nods and follows Heat. Kidd looks back at you, his face was still annoyed and pissed as ever, but he softened it as much as he can.
"What happened, wasn't right. That man is paying for what he did. Now that you're here and on my crew. I'll keep you safe, I'm sure you can handle yourself," He sat down beside you, sighing softly as he relaxed, "but sometimes... it's okay to let other people handle something. Take care of yourself for a bit alright? I don't need you moping around and such in my sight! Take care of yourself, damn it!! And that's an order!.." He barked loudly. Slowly, shifting his gaze over to you. Seeing your slight nod pained him for some reason. "Damn it all...man-" He growled lowly and pulled you into his arm. Shocking you, but soon you melted into the hug and softly cried into it. "Your health of all kinds is important to us...don't feel bad about anything. You're safer now, please...please.." He nuzzled into your neck, "Just take as long as you need. You're a pirate...but you're also one of us, now and forever."
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Two Red Ferns (A Bride of Chucky Alternate Ending)
Warnings: Vomiting, Pregnancy, Childbirth
Genre: Alternate Ending/Fix-It Fic
Words: 2,803
"What would Martha Stewart say"?
"Fuck Martha Stewart! Martha Stewart can kiss my shiny, plastic bu"-!
Chucky and Tiffany were just in the middle of a fight over the dishes when a sudden feeling of nausea overcame Tiffany, making her feel so ill it even clouded her mind as she attempted to make it stop by standing still and holding her hand over her mouth.
This attempt was futile as Tiffany swiftly turned over to Jade's direction as the doll proceeded to vomit all over Jade's rope-bound lap.
Screams from the puke covered teen immediately filled the moving RV as Chucky started speeding over to his wife's aide, not caring to keep the gun he had on Jesse who was still currently driving, his hopes of escape evacuating as Tiffany "lunch" did.
"Tiffany!! Jesus Christ are you okay?! Goddammit, why didn't ya tell me you were gonna be feeling like this"?!
Chucky was currently checking over his ailing wife as she still felt nauseous and light headed, now all Tiffany wanted to do was lay down and just forget about everything.
"I guess you're right, Sweetface… I think I am a shitty baker"...
She chuckled, hoping that at least joking about one of the things her husband started their argument over would make them both feel better. Chucky sighed in response, feeling remorseful about trashing her baking earlier.
"No Tiff… I don't think it's that at all… I've been noticing how different you've been acting since this morning"...
He had been keeping it to himself to not seem too "soft" but had been noticing Tiffany was hiding herself frequently in the bathroom of the hotel and the RV. Hell, they had to pull over the van so many times for Tiffany before they found the RV. The one reason they took the RV was so Tiffany could have a bathroom at any time she wanted.
For the first time in a very long time, Chucky felt sheer terror course through his whole body as she started to help Tiffany up and pointed the gun he still had in his hand at Jesse and started to shout commands at him, partly to mask the fear he felt for his beloved wife.
"Pull over and clean this fuckin' mess"!!
The RV then came to a screeching halt, Jesse rushing over to his distraught wife Jade while the scar-faced doll helped his now fatigued wife walk over to the passenger seat in the front of the vehicle and sat right next to her on the car seat as well since they both were able to fit in there at once. All the while, he kept the gun pointed at the terrified teenagers to keep them under the killer doll's thumb.
After a while of Jesse cleaning up Jade's lap and Chucky continuing to sooth and rubbing Tiffany's side as she groaned in discomfort, Chucky signaled Jesse to get back to the driver's seat and start driving again. Having no other choice, Jesse reluctantly followed the stitch covered doll's commands and started to drive once more.
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As a half hour of the group driving down the dark moonlit highway, Chucky still kept the gun pointed right at Jesse while he rubbed gently on Tiffany's arm with the other.
Sweat began to drip down the gothic dressed doll's brow, she had began to feel slightly hot and her nausea started to stir again. All Tiffany could do was moan in great discomfort, this made the red headed killer's scarred up face furrow in deep concern for her well-being.
"Fuck Tiff… I'm sorry for ignoring you for this long"...
Chucky held her close as he whispered his apology.
"No… I should be the one saying sorry, Sweetheart"...
Tiffany reassured her husband with a tired smile, it falling as she continued.
"I was trying to hide… What was going on from you… I was scared"...
"Tiff… You gotta tell be about this kind of shit".
Chucky gently but firmly told Tiffany in response.
"Well, whatever you think is happening, it can't be that bad"!
Tiffany chuckled hesitantly as she started to get anxious over how Chucky would react, however once her scar-faced husband started rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand affectionatly, she calmed down and took a deep breath before saying:
"I think I might be pregnant".
With only six words, it caused the entire RV to fall into complete silence.
It had stunned Chucky into an utter stupor, his eyes as wide as the dinner plates that were in the sink.
He could not believe it, how could this possibly happen?
After a minute of pondering the question, he remembered their "endeavor" they had the night before. Well, that didn't matter to him anymore, all he cared about as his wife.
He then pulled Tiffany into a warm, tight embrace.
"Don't worry, Tiff… We can figure this out once we find out if you're right".
He then quickly turned to Jesse with a rage filled expression as he commanded the makeshift chauffeur in a loud, harsh and demanding tone.
"Take us to a store where we can find pregnancy tests, now"!
Fear now filled the teenage boy's body once again as he sped their vehicle along the dark road.
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It took another half hour for them to finally find a small convenience store that was on the side of the highway, it also seemed like it was made of old wood.
"Don't you fucking move"!
Chucky growled at the two hostages as both he and Tiffany stepped out of the RV and headed towards the store.
It was pretty easy for them to break in, all Chucky has to do was shoot the glass off the door to pass through and swiftly kill the owner who was manning the counter with a bullet in the head. After that, they both searched the store for what they came for. It didn't take long for Tiffany to find a pregnancy test, so she grabbed it and proceeded from the aisle to the bathroom that was in the employee's office behind the counter.
Meanwhile Chucky took the time he had to wait to check if Jesse and Jade were still there with their ride, when he came outside and saw no RV where he last saw, he began to panic.
"SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT FUUUCCK"!!
The angered doll roared in a deep rage into the dark empty highway. Jesse and Jade had took the opportunity they had to finally escape. They were long gone by now. Grumbling in frustration, he dragged himself back to the store and started to pace outside the bathroom door, waiting for his wife to tell him whatever news they'll end up having.
It felt like forever to Chucky when Tiffany had finally come out of the bathroom, her eyes wide and her hand covering her mouth as her other hand quickly shoved the test into Chucky's grasp. Puzzled, he looked at the results as his eyes widened in the same manner as Tiffany's. It was positive, Tiffany was pregnant.
Chucky's mouth as agape as sheer surprise and shock overwhelmed his senses. This was replaced with worry over his wife as her eyes started to well with tears, fearing what Chucky would say, he gave her a tight hug.
"I don't care that we're dolls, I don't care about what's happened the past three days, I don't care that our human bodies and ride are gone now, I don't even want to be human anymore! All I care about now is you, Tiff! I married you, so I'll be with you through thick and fuckin' thin no matter what! I love you Tiffany, if we have to figure this all out we will. Plus if we stay dolls, it'll be a helluva lot easier to hide and get away with shit! Plus you don't get sick or old…! Just know that we can do this together"...
The gothic blonde started to cry in sheer emotion as she smiled and hugged her husband back.
"Oh Chucky, I love you so much… I'm so happy I have a tough, but sweet man like you, Sweet face".
She then gave him a passionate kiss they both locked into in an instance. It went on like this for a couple minutes until the part Chucky told her about Jesse and Jade finally started to sink in.
"Wait… What did you say happened to Jesse and Jade"?
Tiffany asked as Chucky nervously chuckled in response.
"Well"....
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It had been two days since Chucky and Tiffany had taken shelter in the convenience store until their child's birth. It only took a "closed for maintenance" sign they put in front of the door to keep what little cars that came down the road away from the store. Tiffany was currently in a makeshift bed they made out of random sheets found around the store's inventory, her belly being very swollen and plump. Thanks to voodoo pregnancy, she had been progressing faster than both of them could've ever thought.
Chucky had rarely left his wife's side as he was overwhelmed with the need to watch over her and keep her and his unborn baby safe and provided for, since the store already had food there, it made this task easy for him.
The read headed doll as sitting at the edge of the bed next to his wife, slowly and tenderly running his hand on her side as she laid there.
"How ya feelin' right now, Hun"?
Chucky asked Tiffany in a soft, sweet whisper that he rarely, if ever used with anyone.
"I'm doing okay, Sweet face… I just wish I could get up and walk by myself"...
Tiffany tiredly, but softly answered as she grunted at the discomfort her big baby bump was causing, it also caused her to be stuck in bed unless Chucky was helping her to the bathroom, making her feel restless on top of her other feelings she was having at this time.
In response, Chucky adjusted his position as he was now laying on the bed on his side. He then started to slowly and lovingly rubbing on the baby bump with his left hand, holding Tiffany's hand with his right.
"Could I have a talk with the kid before they pop outta ya"?
Chucky asked in a lighthearted laugh.
As Tiffany quietly nodded "yes", Chucky moved further down to her side, sitting up next to her rotund belly and laying his head and hands on there, careful not to put any weight on the surface. The to-be-father's stitched up face lit up and chuckled as ye felt their child kick and move around in his wife's womb. Tiffany softly smiled and giggled in joy as she watched, happy to witness this bonding moment.
"Hey there kiddo"...
Chucky whispered.
"God… I can hardly believe that you're gonna be here at any minute. I didn't even think I'd have kids, at least not at this point. I thought that I wouldn't want any at first… I guess deep down, that was only because I don't want to have your innocence taken from ya… like mine was… But I promise that your Daddy's here and will always protect you… I love you, kid".
Chucky then gave a kiss to his wife's belly as he rubbed it with both his hands for a few more minutes, the murderous couple both in pure bliss.
That was until a warm, wet sensation started to spread all over every surface it could reach, including the bottom of the stitched up doll's overalls.
As soon as Chucky felt the warm wetness touch him, he jumped up and off the bed as Tiffany started moaning in pain.
The realization soon hit the both of them: Tiffany's water broke and she was now in labor.
Panicked, Chucky started to prep for the impending birth, briefly stopping to give his wife comfort by giving her a kiss on her cheek and saying:
"It's gonna be okay, Tiff. I'm here… I gotcha".
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The labor had started in the late afternoon and as the grueling process continued, it had lasted into the night, the moon and a lamp in the office being the only light sources for the couple.
At this point Tiffany was in horrific pain, she felt like every fiber of her being was being torn apart.
"AAAAA FUUUCCCKK!!! CHUCKY… I DON'T KNOW HOW LONG IF I CAN FUCKING DO THIS FOR"!!!
Tiffany wailed at the top of her lungs in sheer agony. Chucky held onto her left leg and rubbed it comfortingly as he checked the progress of the labor.
"I know it hurts, but I know that you can do this Tiff! I can almost see their head so we're almost there"!
And after Tiffany gave a few more pushes, a shrill cry rang out as their blood and fluid covered infant managed to plop into Chucky's arms.
Chucky sighed in relief as he cut the umbilical cord with his knife he kept in his overalls and cleaned up the tiny newborn, checking their gender in the process as he swaddled them in a soft cloth that was big enough to be a blanket.
"It's a boy, Tiff! It's a boy"!
The new father exclaimed in excitement, handing the newly wrapped bundle of joy to his tired, but smiling wife. This peace didn't last as Tiffany started to scream in surprise and pain as she felt more, contractions?
"C-Chucky… I think there's another one coming"....
Tiffany gritted through her teeth.
In disbelief, Chucky went back to the end of the bed to check. Sure enough, there was a second head trying to make its way out and into the world.
After a minute or two of even more pushing, a second baby came to existence as they loudly cried.
With a worn out face of relief and happiness, Chucky cut the cord and checked over the second infant.
"This one's a girl… Quite the mayhem she caused for a minute, huh"?
He chuckled tiredly as he wrapped his new daughter in another soft cloth for a blanket and handed her to his exhausted but overjoyed wife. Tears of pure joy streamed across her face as she looked into the eyes of her brand new little ones.
"Hello my sweet precious babies… I'm your Mommy".
She tenderly greeted as she gave both babies a soft kiss on their foreheads.
After cleaning up after everything again, Chucky slowly walked over to the unoccupied side of the bed and laid himself there next to Tiffany. He could believe they just had twins, two babies!
He stared in awe at the family he had managed to create, for the first time in his life, he was utterly amazed by life itself and what it could make.
"Could I hold one of them, Tiff"?
He asked in a shy voice he had never used before, ever.
Smiling, Tiffany sat up in the bed and handed the baby boy to her husband's nervously waiting arms, while holding their baby girl close to her chest.
Holding his baby boy close to his chest as well, Chucky nervously chuckled, looking into his son's deep blue eyes and smiled.
"Hey there kiddo… It's good to finally meet ya… I'm your Daddy and I'll always be here for ya"!
The new father laughed happily as he gave his son a soft kiss on the forehead, also having his finger be held by the infant's tiny hand.
"What do you think we should name them, Sweet face"?
Tiffany asked her husband with a soft smile.
"Well, since there's two, we won't have to fight much about names"...
Chucky joked back as he thought for a minute to come up with a name for his son.
"I'm thinking of the name Glen for him! What do you think"?
"If you're thinking of that, it reminded me of this movie we saw when we were teenagers! Maybe I could name our daughter Glenda if he's going to be Glen".
Tiffany's mention of that movie they saw so long ago made Chucky chuckle about the nostalgia of that memory, they both thought about it for a moment as Chucky broke the silence.
"I think that's perfect, Tiff".
"I think so too, Hun".
Tiffany then leaned towards Chucky and gave him one of their trademark passionate kisses on his lips, him kissing back in response. They pulled away as they both looked lovingly at their son and daughter, admiring every single part of their being, as if they were two beautiful red ferns.
To them now, being dolls, the fights they had, the bullshit they went through, none of it mattered anymore. They both had each other and their new little ones, that was all they needed.
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The End!
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I'll just go ahead and reply to that beyond evil anon about Juwon if you don't mind, you don't have to post this if you don't want.
"In his desperation to catch the killer in order to prove himself..."
See this is where you're wrong, he didn't want to prove himself, he fucking hated himself for what he did, he wanted to seek justice for Lee Geum Hwa. Do you just conveniently forget his words to Dongsik?
"Even if the whole world forgets her, even if no one comes to claim her body I won't forget her!"
He didn't need to tell him that, mid breakdown no on gives a shit about virtue signaling, his dad isn't there and Dongsik's opinion should be the last thing he cares about, it's just him, being a disaster, trying to make things right however he can. He's young and stupid so yes he makes more mistakes but don't just brush off all his attempts at character development, it kinda sounds like you're projecting on him.
Juwon never denies it when Dongsik accuses him of "killing" Lee Geum Hwa, Dongsik just keeps on pressuring him, scaring him that he'll tell everyone about it, that he'll ruin his life and his father's life, forces Juwon to shoot him to silence him but Juwon never falls for it, he can't physically deny what he did, at least not when he's confronted for it by Dongsik. He's just Good. He's a goddamn messy person but he's a Good person. He has all the power and money to be the evilest bastard out there, doing whatever he wants but he has inner moral code so strong he follows them no matter what.
Yes he gets swayed to cover it up because of how much his father and Hyuk suggest it but be doesn't actually do it. Way before Dongsik's constantly reminding him of what he's done He, Juwon, is trying to atone.
Him coming back even more of an insufferable fool after that 3 months doesn't prove your point that he doesn't change. He did change, he softened up and let Dongsik close, Dongsik then betrayed his trust which resulted to him acting like a dumbass which caused more of a mess. No one is denying his wrongs here. The disagreement is on his guilt and remorse being genuine. It's just not fake, he continues to hate himself even more after what happens to Nam Sang Bae, he's the one who pulls his dead body out of the cold waters dude do you think he's faking to himself about how sad and guilty he feels?
He keeps mentioning that he's at fault to manyang people to get them to hate him or cuss him out but they just don't, they don't want that for him to be trapped in that cycle of self hate and guilt, because they see how he really, truly, is feeling.
"This is why to me, his expressions of guilt and remorse feel a bit like virtue signaling, esp. as he’s probably aware he’s unlikely to be punished, and this is what I find annoying (although also a bit saddening, as this virtue signaling is apparently unconscious and an attempt to convince HIMSELF of his goodness, which shows just how much his upbringing has messed him up)."
He hates himself!!! He doesn't want to prove to himself that he's a good person, he in fact Believes he's a Bad person. And your whole thing about "as he’s probably aware he’s unlikely to be punished" just comes out of the blue, like it's a clear projection on your part that nothing in the narrative and his character arc points to it. That's a sentence I would believe about Han Kihwan, not Han Juwon.
"I don't trust you, I don't trust Han Kiwan, I don't even trust myself"
Does this sound like virtue signaling? To who?? It doesn't even make sense and I'm not sorry to say it.
And just a side note
Virtue signaling: the action or practice of publicly expressing opinions or sentiments intended to demonstrate one's good character or the moral correctness of one's position on a particular issue.
So no, it's not Han Juwon.
(my ex English literature ass and current law student ass jumped out I'm sorry @ Caroline)
no mineh you are literally so right for this, and thank you for taking the time to write this out. i'd literally just woken up when i got that anon, and given that this person had been really . . . trying to take up my inbox the last few days, i really think i just burned tf out (also, as a fellow ex english lit ass + current law student who's currently writing memos and putting together outlines for final exams that identify fact patterns/issues to defend hypothetical clients , , , i could feel myself just getting very impatient and just like. "bro are u seriously asking me to defend joo won for the 3rd time this week buddy bestie come on we've been over this already")
so. that said. yes, thank you so much for bringing all this up and coming out with all the facts, because genuinely, i know that there are a lot more important things to worry about than like, the interpretation of a character (def Fandom Old for me to say that it's fine for people to dislike characters), but like. man, i would hope that if you dislike a character, you would also at least get the facts correct, y'know? for someone to completely, blatantly ignore joo won's actions and to read them in such a . . . narrow light irked me to say the least. i have now had some coffee and also the boost of literally every single beyond evil fan on twitter yelling about media literacy, so. i think i have some more energy to go off your very insightful points and evidence:
so yes, you're totally right--and i'd also bring up the fact that joo won quietly, privately checks up on lee geum hwa's body down at the morgue. he tries to get her buried/have a real funeral, but then he's told by the mortician that he can't, because only family members are allowed, and joo won doesn't qualify as a family member. i don't think someone who doesn't care/isn't remorseful would go so far as to quite literally check on her body and try to give lee geum hwa that much peace, even after her death.
and also, yes. virtue signaling, thank you for providing the correct definition. virtue signaling is the thing that celebrities and your annoying racist ex-high school classmate will do when sharing a bunch of infographics about #black lives matter on their instagram story, while still turning around and still endorsing racist politicians or something. virtue signaling looks like people clapping their hands and making a huge ruckus about "LOOK HOW GOOD A PERSON I AM, LOOK AT HOW GOOD A PERSON I AM" while deep down doing nothing. at its core, virtue signaling is all about performance, and i think what bothers me the most is to really look at joo won's actions and go "lol he was being so performative" when, in actuality, that was never the case. every single time he was planning with dong sik had always been in private. he tried so hard to never take the credit either (and the fact that he asked to be suspended and was literally planning to step down from the police, only to have dong sik tell him to stay) really goes to show how non-performative joo won is. (it's also worth noting that like. joo won is still just an inspector when he comes around to manyang in the next year. with his credentials, it's pretty easy to think that people would have wanted to promote him, but i'm willing to bet that joo won had turned down any promotions because he didn't want that attention or that potential of moving to seoul, where he wouldn't be completing dong sik's assigned mission for him (finding lost people)).
anyways, thank you for your remarks. i do think i tend to be mostly zen when it comes to beyond evil comments and general disagreements when it comes to fandom, but i was disheartened to find those sorts of comments in my inbox this morning lol (maybe doubly so because today marks 10 years of fandom for me, personally, so there was definitely some irony in waking up and being like "omg i've done this for 10 years", only to be hit with "oh my god i've been doing this for 10 years and people still think it's cool to make me feel annoyed at 8 in the morning, jesus christ").
but in any case: thank you for the remarks!
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Heaven's Demons, Chapter 10
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: manipulation, jealousy, implied smut, teasing.
“Jakey, I don’t want you doing that with her…” Trish frowned. Jake’s brow rose as his girlfriend sighed, “it’s obvious that she’s got feelings for you…I don’t want you to do inventory with her. Why don’t you talk to Andy or Sam and see if I can do it? Why don’t you see if they can fire her? She’s a lousy waitress anyways…”
“What are you talking about?” Jake asked as he looked at his girlfriend, “Sweetie helped train you Trish. She’s not even a waitress. She was doing those shifts to help you out.”
“She tried to dump her drinks on me, Jakey.”
“No, she didn’t,” he grumbled, suddenly feeling angry about how Trish had manipulated the situation, only for Gearz to step up and set him right on it, “you know she didn’t, Trish. You’re sounding really jealous right now and I don’t like how you’re acting. You dumped the drinks on her and now you’re acting like some little girl throwing a temper tantrum.”
“What the fuck is your problem?” Johnny’s voice roared as Jake came into the bathroom, “what do you want now? Here to scream at her because that fucking slut sold you on her story?”
“Where is she?” Both men were silent when Jake heard the sniffling on the other side of the stall. His heart broke as he heard Sweetie crying. He pushed past the prospect and rushed to the stall, knocking on the door “S-Sweetie…is that you?”
He’d never heard Sweetie cry. He couldn’t imagine the upbeat, positive woman that he knew so well to ever be sad in his presence. Not even when the whole mess between herself, Pixie, and Fonz happened. She’d always been sweet and civil, never letting herself seem upset.
“Go away.”
Jake stepped forward again, attempting to knock on the door, only to be stopped by Johnny, “I’m not going to tell you twice, Gearz…be smart bout your next moves. You need to leave the bathroom. Now.”
“I think you’re forgetting your place, prospect,” Jake growled, angry that the prospect was trying to order him away from Sweetie. He pushed the younger man as he turned to face him, “maybe you should be the one that’s leaving, prospect. Maybe you should just turn around and go home and maybe mind your own fucking business.”
“Stop.”
“Sweetie…come out…please…” Jake asked as his attention turned to the door again.
“P-please don’t fight,” Sweetie sniffled. The door clicked open and Jake’s breath hitched in his throat when he saw that Sweetie was soaked to the core, and reeked of the booze, “I-I’m just gonna talk to Andy and go home…I-“
“What happened to you?”
Sweetie stopped speaking as she looked at Jake. She was genuinely shocked that he had even had to ask, “A-are you being serious right now?”
“Why are you all wet?”
“Because Trish is a fucking cunt!” Johnny growled protectively, crossing his arms over his chest as he moved and stood between Jake and Sweetie, “She threw the drinks on Sweetie because she’s a manipulative bitch.”
“Johnny.”
“She did it on purpose and you know it,” Johnny growled, looking behind himself at Sweetie. She shivered and he pulled off his bar shirt. Sweetie blushed, looking away from Johnny’s muscular, tattoo covered chest, “put this on…I’m taking you and the boys home. I’ll tell Andy that you just need to get out of here tonight. I’ll take whatever hellfire he comes up with.”
“You’re not taking Sweetie anywhere!” Jake growled at the prospect. He began taking off his own shirt, feeling overly possessive that the woman had even considered wearing Johnny’s shirt, “Don’t take his shirt, Sweetie…take mine…I’ll take you home.”
“Neither one of you are taking me home…” she muttered, “I have the boys…I jus-“
“They can stay with Fonz for the night,” Jake said quickly, “I need to make sure you’re okay and t-”
“Jake…just go back to your girlfriend…”
“Sweetie…”
“You heard the lady, Gearz…”
She took Johnny’s shirt and went back into the stall to change into it, “Johnny…can you grab my purse and tell Lucas that the boys are staying with him tonight…and-and explain to Andy that I’m leaving?”
“Whatever you need, Sweetie.”
“A-and then can you take me home?”
“Yeah, I got you, Sweetie.”
Jake’s jaw twitched as he thought about Thursday night.
“I don’t want you around her Jakey…”
Jake frowned and pushed himself away from Trish, “you know what, Trish…this was a mistake…I don’t want to be around you…”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” Jake shrugged, “we’re over, Trish.”
“I don’t want to talk about it Jake,” Sweetie groaned, not bothering to look at him. She held up her clipboard and pointed to it, “can’t we just get this done so that I can go home? I’ve already been here all morning and I just want to leave.”
Jake’s jaw twitched as he stared at Sweetie. His heart hurt, but an even larger part of himself was angry that she had considered letting him taking her home.
“I know you fucked him.”
She snapped around so quick, that had Jake been any closer he would have been hit by her ponytail, “excuse you?”
“The prospect…he came in the next night, and he was all smiles,” Jake growled, angry at himself for bringing it up “was wearing the shirt he let you wear…it still smelled like you…”
“Jake what I do in my own time is none of your business,” she growled, taking a step back so that there was some distance between the two of them, “and anyways, don’t you have your girlfriend to worry about? You know…the icy bitch that dumped a tray of drinks on me.”
“I bet he can’t fuck you as good as I could.”
Her eyes snapped back to his, “you’re crossing a line, Jake. And you need to stop. Right now!”
“I’m just saying…”
“And I’m just saying…what me and Johnny did is none of your business,” she repeated in a shaky voice as she turned away from him, “and anyways, I only fuck men who fuck women…not little boys who fuck stuffed animals.”
Sweetie turned her attention back to her papers, but gasped and dropped the clipboard when she felt Jake’s erection straining against his jeans and rubbing against the small of her back. She shuddered when his breath fanned across the back of her neck, and his lips grazed over the shell of her ear. He pressed his hips forward so that he could be sure she felt him, “does this feel like a little boy to you, Sweetie?”
He smirked at her reaction, and he could feel her legs clench together as she shifted, her body instinctively leaning back so that she could feel him even more. Jake released a soft groan, his hands falling to her hips, “I broke up with her, Sweetie…I dumped her.”
“I don’t care,” she said breathily, “Y-you’re not mine…and I’m not yours…y-you need to stop, Jake.”
“You don’t want me to,” he uttered against her ear. He kissed the sweet spot below her ear, and she shivered, moaning and pressing back against him even more, grinding her ass against his frame, “if you did you would have pushed me away.”
“I don’t need you.”
“But you want me,” he whispered softly, “and I want you, Sweetie…”
She turned and he captured her lips with his own, not giving her a chance to try to change either of their minds. Jake had wanted her since the day he met her. And while he didn’t know where his courage was coming from, he wasn’t going to go back now. Not that he finally had his girl.
Jake moaned against her lips as she nibbled on his bottom one and her hands went down to his jeans, already fumbling with the buttons.
“I lied,” she whimpered softly, as Jake’s hands worked eagerly against hers, “I need you…I need you, Jake. I need to feel you inside me.”
“I need you too, Sweetie.”
Jefferson stopped on a dime when he saw his best friend with Andy and Amelia.
“Shit.” He had hoped that he could scare his president and best friend away from one another with just a few little blurbs about how their lives were crazy, but it only seemed to bring the two together, “should have just let them both have their little crushes, then watch it fade…”
Jefferson sighed to himself as he made his way into the shop, the bell dinging loudly as he went into the heavily scented shop.
“UNCLE BUTCHER!”
“Hey bug!” Jefferson smiled, picking up the little girl as she ran towards him, “I was just about to stop by the bar to see you guys…funny seeing you here!”
“Me and daddy are helping the queen in her kingdom!” Amelia giggled sweetly.
“Actually, we were just about to go to lunch at the new café next door,” Andy chuckled as he finished wrapping the last order that was due later this evening, “Lily here promised me that they have the best French dips in town. Even better than mine.”
“No way,” Jefferson said sarcastically as he looked at Amelia, “is that true?”
“Gonna find out!” she giggled, “come with us.”
“Awww, I’m sure Uncle Butcher has more important things to do,” Lily offered as she batted her eyes at Jefferson, “Right Jeffy?”
“Actually, I just closed up my shop…was going to visit Amelia and Andy because I was going to get lunch there!”
“COME WITH US!”
“How could I say no to the princess?”
Both Andy and Lily sighed. Their friend had managed to manipulate Amelia into offering that he come with them, in a very obvious attempt to cockblock them. The two of them had been dating for the better part of a month now, and yet, everything that they did, or tried to do seemed to involve Jefferson as their third wheel.
“Well then…let’s go,” Andy offered. He wrapped his arm around Lily’s waist, “you ready, babe?”
“I just have to put the last few orders we did in the cooler,” she said quickly, unwrapping Andy’s arm from her. Then she shot him a wink, “why don’t you and Jefferson go get us a table…and make sure to say hi to Bunny...better yet, Jefferson, she ordered some flowers…can you put Amelia down and grab the order that says Bunny on it? It’s half a dozen smaller arrangements all wrapped together so they didn’t get separated!”
“Oh…sure,” Jefferson shrugged. He put Amelia down and she ran to her father as Jefferson went to the coolers, “do you want me to leave it open for you so you can put your other arrangements in?”
“YES PLEASE!” she called from the main floor. When Jefferson was coming back out with the order, Andy was giving her a gentle kiss, and offering to carry the flowers for her.
“No…you just go get the table and give Bunny her order,” she reminded him, “I’ll be over in a few, okay?”
“Alright,” Andy sighed, “love you, Lil…”
“Love you mommy!” Amelia giggled as she and Andy left the shop with Jefferson.
Chapter 11
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hii dany 18, 30, 40, 56, and 57 (blue) <33
hi castaigne 👋
18 - A song or album from the 90s:
the first spice girls album lol
30 - Songs you love to sing along to:
i sing along to everything tbh, currently i love to sing along to planetary go and sing (man, those bridges are chef kiss) and choke on one another (putting all of my acting in that "bright eyes, heard you wanna try some death i have a knife with your motherfucking name on it" line
40 - Which was the best concert you’ve ever been to?
why are you asking me to pick my favorite child???
my fave concert is tk in rome in 2009: my first concert ever with 2 uni friends and the full line up was white lies, franz ferdinand and tk!
my fave concert is tk in villa franca di verona in 2012: my first concert alone, plagued by a fussy gps (no phone with internet lol) and rain but i heard their cover of romeo and juliet and heard miss atomic bomb before the album was out
my fave concert is tk in rome in 2013 with my concert bestie: we met on this anime/manga website and bonded over our similar taste in manga and the fact we were in the same place twice before knowing each other, at a comic event in lucca a couple of years prior and that tk concert in 2009. when a dustland fairytale played at some point we just looked at each other and hugged tightly
my fave concert is tk in rome in 2018 with my concert bestie: brandon was so smiley the whole time it was contagious and he was on fire and i made history with my sign telling bb was good enough
my fave concert is tk in milan in 2018: i befriended a stranger who tweeted about me the day before just not to be alone lol and we had a great time and i was in second row for the first time of my life (and brandon's hip swivel in front of my face just changed me as a person), and we sang him happy birthday multiple times and when i popped out my sign to play river live he must have remembered me from the day before and actually took it into consideration for half a minute, chatting with the bassist about it
my fave concert is tk in helsinki in 2018: we were in the nosebleeds but damn it was still amazing and i managed to witness them play i can't stay were everyone sang a line at one point, epic!
my fave concert is tk in belfast in 2019: after one of the worst days of my life with the mess with my flight i was blessed to see brandon in a brand new blue jacket and he fucking played this river is wild (also the first time of the cowboy hat shenanigans but we don't talk about that lol)
my fave concert is tk in dublin in 2022 (double date): experiencing the stunning visuals for this tour for the first time and hearing running towards a place and cody live
my fave concert is tk in milan in 2022 with my concert bestie: brandon ignored my sign to play my god live but they played this river is wild, the song we both died to hear together, we screamed like crazy and held hands the whole time
my fave concert is tears for fears in newcastle in 2022: absolutely amazing concert, roland's voice only got better with time it was incredible and i felt my soul ascend listening to everybody wants to rule the world live
my fave concert is tk in vienna in 2022: with lots of sleep deprivation i managed to squeeze a 4th tk date bc i physically NEEDED to see them again live and while they didn't exactly play my fave songs i was stoked to see they included a couple of deep cuts that spiced up the setlist!! (also either tff or tk got me covid but it was worth it lol)
my fave concert is placebo in milan in 2022: absolutely blown away by how good brian sounds live and i almost cried at hearing beautiful james and happy birthday in the sky live and hearing my faves sad white raggae and try better next time back to back and all their hits (especially the bitter end <3) and i can brag i heard shout live twice both from them and tff in the same year eheheh
you get all of my children, sorry not sorry
56 - A song/album/artist you wish you could forget so you could have the experience of hearing it for the first time again:
i'd love to listen to day and age and fall in love at first sight again
57 - [Send me a color and I’ll tell you the first song it reminded me of.] with blue
read my mind is the color of the iconic blue tie brandon had during st era
tyson vs douglas is a very similar shade
out of my mind is a darker blue
english summer rain is another light blue song
the ultimate music asks
#i almost said californication for the first question but the spice girls won bc i wanted something from the 90s that i had an impact on me#during that decade and rhcp came later in my life in the early 00s#this ask game is so fun!#you are subjected to this wall of text bc i can't pick a decision to save my life tho#elektroblues#dany answers#ask games
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genshin nsfw hcs pt 2
read part 1!!
warnings: nsfw, MINORS DNI, drugging, bdsm, perv albedo, stalking ment, light talk on blood kink, cum play, exhibitionism, wax play, degrading, breeding kink, hair pulling
notes: i kept thinking of that fred song “my babysitters a vampire” while writing this and im sorry this is so late i meant to post this like 2 days ago
albedo
i just wanted to touch more on pervy albedo
can u imagine it.
albedo probably takes pictures of you and says their “for the memories” or “something to remind me of you when you leave mondstadt”
but he really only has them to jerk off to them cmon now
this is gonna sound stalker-ish but albedo probably watches u change through ur window
UVE PROBABLY CAUGHT HIM ONCE TOO
it’s such a funny thought to me omg
you see him outside ur window with his dick in his hand and he’s a stuttering mess LMFAO
you’ve probably caught him staring at ur ass a couple times too
if you ever go to the beach with him.. i’m praying for ur safety..
i feel like albedo would be a little bit of a family guy too
imagine babysitting klee with him and he’s just watching like “yeah.. i’m gonna have a family with u..”
breeding kink imo
arataki itto
sex.
i love him.
if you look closely on him you can see he has a spiked collar
pull it i DARE YOU
again,
MONSTER DICK
slaps his whole abdomen
probably big enough to kill a dragon
OK LET ME GET SERIOUS
he probably has a blood kink
just a lil one
like he’ll scratch up your thighs or bite you till you bleed bc he knows the mark will last
loves when you ride him
all of it can barely fit so he has to help you out
when he sees his dick imprint on ur stomach he’s going wild
he WILL go many rounds too
rip you and your holes bc he will fill ALL OF THEM
cums a lot
an unrealistic amount because i said so
if you don’t like cum play or any mess, he’ll TRY to stay clean
try
he fails in the end but he gets A for effort
diluc
yes.
my boy toy.
idk if i covered this already or not but enjoys wax play
he’ll light a candle and hold it over u and just watch it melt onto u
probably likes it on himself too
(if ur ever fucking him and he’s comfortable with it do it he’ll love you forever)
PULL!! HIS!! HAIR!!
whether you’re top or not, give it a nice lil tug
he may or may not moan
i forget whatever i said about him in the first hcs but this man is my whore idc
yes, he’s fucked you in the tavern
he’s fucked you while on the job too
he’ll take you to the back and give you that dickmeister9000
don’t play with him!!
doggy style, his favorite.
i feel like while diluc would fuck you in the tavern, he’s shy so he likes to keep you in the winery
the maids have definitely walked in on it more than once
it was just awkward staring before the poor maid just left
at this point adelinde is used to it though
so while it’s happening she just acts like normal and leaves
it’s scary as fuck
diluc probably got a few tips from albedo and may or may not have added a little extra sumthin sumthin to a new wine he wanted you to try
he’s experimental let him live
scaramouche
if this mf don’t get some damn official art
anyway
an absolute menace.
LIKE
HE WILL RUIN YOU
and he’s so mean too
he will degrade you to all hell
and he’s rough omg..
deadass i think his dick is like 7 inches
idk them short people be packing sometimes
hate sex is like normal with him
WAIT IMAGINE UR BOTH ENEMIES AND UR BOTH TIRED OF THE SEXUAL TENSION SO U SKIP RIGHT TO THE SEX
i’m a genius
probably into bdsm too
will tie you up
WILL PROBABLY SHOCK U WITH ELECTRO TOO
SPOILERS FOR INAZUMA STORY QUEST!!!
so u know how he kinda drugged mc in that place when we meet him again
what if he does that to u…
WITH CONSENT OF COURSE
spoilers over
i feel like scaramouche would actually be really big on consent
safe words with him are a must
he wants u to feel safe and comfortable
he’ll fuck you into oblivion yea
but only if ur okay with that
venti
whew
y’all.
it’s long.
like you would never imagine it
but it’s long
he’s very. very. fast.
like
lighting mcqueen don’t got shit on him
kachow
cums a moderate amount
probably has a thing for exhibitionism
he will dead ass fuck you in windrise
like just out in the open like that
will probably grope you at angels share
he’s very touchy me thinks
ooo pull his braids
PULL THEM HARD
he will love it.
fucked him so good he wrote a song abt it
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𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 || (very dark) 70s!Bucky x reader
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: he tried to be sympathetic to your cause, he really did, but he couldn’t just let you get away with disrespecting him like that.
𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.4k
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: smut (noncon, plus breeding kink and tons of degradation, like very heavy degradation, and multiple orgasms/overstimulation), misogyny, a bit of dumbification, housewife kink, ‘sir’ kink (brief), choking, implied anal, spitting (not on the reader, unfortunately lmao), quite a bit more than period-typical sexism, awful awful awful this fic is absolutely awful
Brooklyn, 1970.
Bucky’s mornings were sacred. He had his rituals: showering, cooking breakfast, reading the paper and having his first drink and cigarette of the day, all before he left for work.
But throughout this entire week, his mornings had been ruined by the stupid fucking protest in the park just outside his window. And to think he’d actually paid more for an apartment with a view of the park— he hadn’t realized then that the “view” was gonna be a bunch of hippies creating awful music and an unbearable smell that left his whole apartment reeking of reefer if he dared to open his window.
Attempting to ignore it for a week only made him more resentful with each passing day. Each time he figured the crowd would surely leave soon or at least be quiet for the night, they seemed to somehow get louder just to spite him.
He probably should've waited until he was a bit less agitated to go down and try to bargain with you, but he stormed down there instead and tapped you on the shoulder when his presence alone wasn't enough to distract you from your incessant chanting.
“Would you consider being quiet?" he asked firmly. "I have to work in the morning and—”
“We won’t be quiet until women have equal treatment under the eyes of society and the law,” you interrupted to explain condescendingly, shocking him with your icy tone. He could hardly believe your attitude, in fact he couldn’t remember any woman speaking to him that way in his life: so far, he wasn’t enjoying it.
“I just thought you could be a little more respectful,” Bucky shot back, even more stern. “You’re not making anyone wanna support your movement by acting entitled and inconveniencing everyone.”
“I’m sorry the revolution is inconvenient for you,” you replied, but it didn’t sound much like an apology.
He wanted to say more but you blew him off and disappeared into the crowd, leaving him confused and irritated and livid. Up until now he had been quietly skeptical about all this talk of liberation but now he saw it for the poison it really was. A girl like you— who could've been a real looker with some willingness to try and a better attitude— talking to a man like him with so much hate and over what, a polite request?
This could not be tolerated; he couldn't let you get away with acting like that. And lucky for you, he was exactly the guy you needed to teach you your lesson.
The good thing about hippies high on shrooms is they aren’t the most observant. When he returned to the demonstration area the next night, he was able to grab you roughly and pull you back from the crowd with almost no trouble at all, dragging you into an empty alley and clamping his hand down over your mouth as your eyes went wide and your throat vibrated with silent screams.
“Shh, shh,” he soothed against your ear, “whatcha fightin’ for?”
He liked the way it felt to have you squirming against his grasp, using all your strength and not even getting close to escaping.
“How does it feel to know I can do anything I want to you?” he growled against your ear. “C’mon, sweetheart, can’t you put up a better fight than that? I thought you believed in equality… you should be able to get away if you’re as strong as I am.”
He felt your warm tears trailing down around his fingers which held your face tightly, the struggle of your limbs slowing and weakening slightly. His cock was already getting hard as he imagined the moment you would finally give in.
“You remember me, don’t you? You didn’t need to be so rude, darlin’. You could’ve just been nice and none of this would be happening.”
Your elbow shot back into his ribs and he exhaled sharply but didn't let go, grabbing your wrists and holding your arms to your chest as he pinned you to the wall.
"Oh, that's not gonna work, babydoll. I'm so much stronger and bigger than you, all you're gonna do is make me angrier. Is that what you want, sweetheart? To make me angry?" he asked mockingly, leaning in to lick the shell of your ear as you tried to turn away. “Pretty girl like you would make a great wife, why would you want anything else?”
Ignoring your struggle, he reached into your shirt and purred as he groped your chest, your nipples hardening when he pinched them. “Maybe I can get behind this bra-burning thing if it means having easier access to your tits all the time,” he grinned. “How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when I can see them through your shirt? Shouldn’t be showing ‘em off if you don’t want any attention.”
As fun as it was to play with your tits, he had bigger plans, so he reached lower to start tugging down your jeans, your legs uselessly kicking as he exposed your ass and thighs.
His cock was already rock hard as he hastily opened his fly and pulled it out with one hand, leaning back to spit on it quickly. He spread the fluid with a few strokes over his length, figuring it would be enough to get inside you even if he didn’t really care if he hurt you.
Your eyes went wide and your head bucked wildly as he poked the head of it against your opening, your body fighting a little harder once again. The irony of that, though, was that you were already plenty wet in spite of what he had expected; it was so much funnier to watch you struggle now that he knew you were not-so-secretly enjoying it.
“Don’t be so dramatic," he chuckled darkly, "I bet you can take a cock real easy since you believe in all this ‘free love’ bullshit.”
He groaned as he pushed into you, impressed by how tight you were— so tight that it made his cock throb right away, your walls pulsing and rippling around him as he filled you to the brim.
“Oh fuck, there you go…” he hissed, smiling as you sobbed harder and struggled a bit more before finally relaxing into his tight embrace. "You're gonna take it all, baby, every fuckin' inch of me."
A hard sob choked out of you every time he slammed himself to the end of you; he could feel the hatred radiating from you, the way you would kill him in a moment if only you weren't so weak. But he could feel your reluctant acceptance, too, and the way it was slowly turning into euphoria— you were finally starting to like how it felt to be helpless to him, it was obvious with the way your pussy gave him such a warm and willing welcome while your pretty tits got even harder.
You clearly wanted to hate him, but your body knew better.
"You think I'm a sexist pig, I'm sure," he chuckled, "but I'm really not— I love women! And you know what I love most? Huh?"
He felt you nervously shake your head behind his hand and he laughed.
"I love the way you get so dumb when you get a cock in you. All those useless little thoughts leaving your head when you're finally getting fucked right."
Your cries got louder even though they were still muffled by his hand, your sweet little pussy giving him a squeeze of encouragement.
"It's okay to like it, babydoll, it's what you were meant for. Made to be my brainless fucktoy… born to serve me," he growled. “You really should learn to appreciate," he grunted between brutal thrusts, "that your only purpose is to keep my dinner hot and my cock warm.”
Your eyes rolled back in your head and he felt your walls bear down on him tightly, wetness seeping down around him.
"Oh fuck, are you coming? Shit," he moaned. "Looks like you really needed to be put in your place, just needed to be used... god, you made a fuckin' mess, too, you soaked my cock…"
Your little hands tightened into fists, pushing against where his arm held them back, but he stayed steady as he pumped into you, letting himself get a bit lost in the feeling of you while he buried his face in the crook of your neck.
It felt so damn good to have a cunt coming around him, but it was even better knowing that you were fighting it and still couldn’t stop it, completely helpless to how good he was making you feel.
You almost screamed under his hand when he reached down to quickly rub your clit, your back arching to try to run away from his touch; poor thing, you were so sensitive it probably hurt you, but he was having too much fun watching you realize you were going to come again.
"Yeah, gimme another one, slut," he grinned, your legs quivering as waves of slick coated him and started to even drip down your legs. "Can't stop coming like the dirty whore you are, huh? Bet nobody's made you come like this before— cause nobody's given it to you right. Nobody's shown ya what it's supposed to be like when a man takes you and makes you his."
From the way you moaned softly, teary eyes fluttering shut, he knew you liked the sound of that.
"Yeah, wanna be mine, baby? Wanna be my little slut? Or do you want me to pump this pussy full and leave you here on the ground for any other man that comes by to use you if he needs?"
You groaned softly, a weak little noise, and he felt his cock flex; as much as he wanted this to last as long as possible, he couldn’t hold back anymore.
“M’close, honey,” he breathed. “I’m gonna come.”
He laughed breathlessly when you shut your eyes, like you were trying to go somewhere else in your mind, trying to pretend this wasn’t real. But it was real, and he wasn’t going to let you forget that. He was elated to make your nightmares come true.
"I sure wouldn't mind pulling out and covering that pretty face you've got,” he hissed. “It'd be funny to see you go back to your little march and show them how owned you are. But not today, babydoll, I think there's only one way you're gonna learn your lesson."
Another muffled gurgle from you, and this time it didn’t even sound like protest. Maybe you were just too tired for that at this point, but it gave him hope that you could finally behave.
"I'm gonna take my hand away from your mouth and you're gonna beg me to come inside you, is that clear?" he grunted, feeling you nod vigorously. "You're not gonna scream are you?"
You shook your head, and he slowly pulled his hand from your mouth as you gasped for air. "Please— come in me," you panted.
"Address me as 'sir'," he instructed.
"Please, sir, I— I want you to come," you whined.
He chuckled right against your ear, feeling you shiver in his grasp. "Honey, I don't give a fuck what you want."
To think you ever resisted your natural desire for submission was absurd now, considering the way that statement made you openly moan, your walls fluttering around him.
“Gonna fill you so fuckin’ deep you’ll never get it outta you, sweetheart.”
One more orgasm washed over you, making him laugh darkly while he watched you bite your lip to attempt to stay quiet; but that was impossible once he fucked you harder just to spite you, having to hold you tight to make sure he got as deep in you as possible. Your whole body shook as he slammed into you, and he laughed at how dumb and helpless you looked.
"Bet you're on those new birth control pills," he grimaced. They really weren’t that new, but he still hadn’t gotten used to them. "Makes me sick to think you're letting a perfectly good womb go to waste. Betcha want me to breed you nice and deep, yeah? Wanna get knocked up? You don't even care that I'm a stranger, you wanna get your pussy filled by any random man's come so you can have any random man's baby, ain't that right?"
At first he had worried that you would scream or cry for help, but now his concern was more that your moans would be too loud and somebody would catch the two of you in this alley. Even if it was obvious now that you wanted it, public indecency was still a crime.
Good thing he had a new way to shut you up: his hand tight around your throat, silencing your sobs to blessed silence. It was so hot to have you entirely at his mercy like that, to feel your pulse beneath his fingers, that he couldn’t stop himself from speeding up his thrusts suddenly.
"Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he gasped, “fuck, y-you… little whore…”
He had a habit of running his mouth when he was right on the edge, and the way your pussy was milking him for all he was worth made him spit out whatever filth he could think of.
“Stupid fuckin' bitch," he mumbled under his breath as he fucked you as fast and rough as he could, chasing his high with no regard for your pleasure or your pain. "Dumb whore, fuck, you stupid— ah, shit— stupid fucking cunt!"
He cried out as he filled you, groaning loudly with every pump of his seed into your waiting body. Only when he was sure every drop was inside you did he release his grip on your neck, a loud gasp coming first before a few coughs and chokes that only made his cock harder despite having just filled you.
You started to struggle again, and he couldn’t believe it— after everything, did you still not know your place?
There wasn’t much time to relax and enjoy the afterglow when you were already trying to get away, and so he had to hold you tight again while he smiled exhaustedly.
“N-no,” you stammered, and he covered your mouth again as he pulled your head back to rest on his shoulder. Clearly he hadn’t done enough yet to fuck that word out of you.
“Where ya goin’, sweetheart?” he panted against your ear, still catching his breath, his chest covered in a thin layer of sweat where it was exposed by his shirt. “You’ve still got another hole to fill.”
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Someone hurts Y/N at work; and Harry’s owner of the company.
Angry young man CEO!H very protective of his lovie :)))))))))))))
It was Tuesday. Tiring Tuesday is what Y/N calls them to be because they lurk in the middle of week and drags you after a Monday. Today, it’s the worst fucking Tuesday since the day she started working at this company.
Harry offered her. More to say tried to convince her with his sweet puppy tactics, tried to lure her in with his seductive begging and would mumble the same thing in her sweaty neck while balls deep in her, “Please sweet toots ... promise I wouldn’t be there to take ye' interview, please work in my company.” He squished her sides in desperation. Y/N whined, mind too occupied in the way he’s leaking into her, the head of his cock angled to rub at her spongy wall making her hug herself into him.
“I could be a very hard boss in my office, ‘s all ‘m saying.” He wiggled his brows at her playfully, hissing when his double joke earned him a tight fit around his prick and he was soon forgetting all of it when she canted her hips to let him slick deeper inside her.
It’s not that; Y/N doesn’t wants to work at his company. When her boyfriend asked her so sweetly and stout-heartedly. Call him a sap but he actually wants to be closer to her in every possible chance he gets – she gives him an unyielding amount of comfort and happiness when she’s with him.
There’s this silver of pride he wants to take (since he’s the biggest narcissists) in being a power couple, because in the end everything will be theirs.
But she doesn’t want to seem like she took advantage of him. She didn’t study and worked hard many years to be called dependent on her boyfriend. She wanted to find her first proper job herself – feel all the odds and jitters of her firsts after UNI.
Harry called the battles off knowing his little stubborn baby’s too much a wiggler and he believes in her and he’s very proud of her previous achievements, he just wants to see her happy working with him or not.
She indeed got it. She was finally a design editor at a grand magazine company, excited to meet her boss who’s one of her absolute favourite graphic designers in the industry.
Harry and her celebrated her baby step towards her success by going out at this cafe which had cats you can pet and love on.
He was blissed to see her this happy, considering it a win win situation. But she doesn’t need to know? Does she? And Harry didn’t do anything suspicious? Did he? Nobody even know who she's! And if Y/N wants that, he’ll have it that way.
Soon her enthusiasm deflated like a sorrowful balloon whirling in the air for seconds before falling on the ground and getting it’s existence neglected, because, her boss was the meanest bitch alive.
At the moment, Y/N forced the pertinacious lump of pathetic tears down her throat, not blinking to dry out the moisture threatening to fall from her waterline feeling humiliation creep up her skin and making her want to shrink into herself and never show her face.
She listens patiently and optimistically as her boss practically screams at her for not liking the designs Y/N worked to modify for damn 62 hours and the Karen still had an audacity to degrade, Y/N.
Y/N gasped, stumbling back in fright shock when the file that had her precious designs composed in it flew and hit Y/N, the ragged corner of it scratching Y/N’s delicate skin and her boss was spinning away from her to stare coldly at the bustling city outside through the window drowning into fumes and anger.
Y/N opened her mouth, guppy like. Wanting to say something back and call her out on her act but she felt like her voice got strangled into her chest.
ShitShitShitShit.
Hammering in her brain when she felt something warm oozing from her skin and she’s panicking, wiping a vicious streak of blood from her jaw with her trembly fingers and scuttled straight to the washroom before anyone was able to see her in such vulnerable condition.
She had enough of it and left out of there without a word to anyone, not even to her cubby mate. She bottled all the emotions that were rattling against her bones to flood out of her each pore, until she could reach her home and once she did she was having a humongous and ominously scary breakdown, glad that Harry was stuck in meetings and the house was all of hers to cry ugly.
Once she was all blue lips, puffy and swelled up cheeks and eyes, nest of a hairstyle and all burned up lungs she was calming herself down with deep breaths just Harry taught her.
Scrubbing and cleaning herself off then going to bed without waiting for Harry, something very rare and the right hit in the nail for him to know she isn’t feeling well.
He was welcomed by silence. No dinner, just leftovers in fridge and his insides became all crummy and not very pleasant when he tailed to the living room and wasn’t met by his lovebug; either cramming her head to sketch down designs with an ipad in her lap while a buzz of random Netflix show accompanies her, dossing off cutely with hundreds of her study journals and magazines messed around her on the floor, or her in sleeping pyjamas with food already set up on the coffee table and brightening the whole room with her squeals when Harry announces his presence.
None of that instead he finds her in their bedroom, drowned under layers of blankies and her stuffies with room lit dark.
He coos softly, mattress dipping down from his weight and his heart expands and melts all around his other organs at how adorable she looks sleeping in his hoodie. He chuckles shaking his head at the way she has the strings of the hoodie squeezed around her head, not sure how she’s able to breath at how tight it seems around her neck.
Doing his own routine he was slipping into the bed, sighing from the warmth and how toasty she has made the bed already.
He bunched her against his chest and kissed her head then spooned her up in his arms, lips fluttering into a smile when she hummed and sniffed basking into his scent.
“Oi sleepy.” He whispers down at her cupping her neck and giggles softly when she whines mushing her cheek against his chest only to grunt sleepily and muffle her yelps into his sweatshirt.
Harry’s brows shoots up into slight bafflement then dips down into a frown when he slipped his calloused palm under her hoodie to cradle her jaw and felt something graze against his thumb that was about to press into her soft skin to bring her for a night kiss.
“Hey...” He perches himself on elbows, switching on the lamps and ignores her groans grasping the blanket she was about to pull over herself, huffing at him to let her sleep but Harry’s more stubborn than her if it involves assuring himself she’s okay and right now she’s not and Harry was already feeling it in his bones.
“Lemme see.” He persists gently, peeling the blankets and the hoodie off her head while she’s still stirring into sleep not able to open her eyes how much she tries because of the exhaustion dumped on her from whole day.
He stares at the wound she did a shit effort to cover with a gauze messily over her jaw and tiny bit area of her neck, a long bandage reaching to her ear and Harry tries to think rationally and not freak out as he touches it with cautious fingertips.
“What ... the –- fuck, Y/N what is...is this?” His mouth falls slack. His ears buzzing for a moment and he wraps his arm around her shoulder to bring her up as he leans them against the bedhead.
He feels bad when she knuckles at her eyes warily and mumbles something that’s barely audible.
“What happened, baby? Talk t’me? How did y'hurt yourself so bad?” Worried and fearful. He bombs her with questions not waiting for her to be fully awake and his heart breaks miserly upon focusing his gaze on her face, her angelic face that’s now soaked with sadness –- she’s been crying.
His loves been crying and he wasn’t there for her.
“Who did this to you?” Y/N's eyes widens abruptly. The alertness in them vivid for Harry to see under the lamp glow and she gasps, nose twitching and lip wobbling as Harry grabbed her chin and ducked to her eyelevel to ask her tenderly with a layer of strictness under his tone, “’M asking, Who did this to you, Y/N?” Her fragile heart could already take so much and she strangled out a sob lowering her head down in embarrassment.
“’M.. I’m —-.. no –..not telli –-..telling you,” She hiccups breathlessly, shaky fingers fisting onto the blanket thrown over Harry’s lap and he holds her hands kissing them gently, “I’ll know it one way or another baby. Don’t force me to get outta my way to find —–“ His soul stabbing glare was enough for Y/N to ramble and at first he thought he didn’t heard her right, that she was mumbling too much but when the reality seeped in gradually Harry almost froze in his spot.
“I know it’s very shameful —..” Y/N stammers barely able to get in a breather and Harry’s head snapped at her words, removing his nails away from making little graves in his palms and his jaw which almost felt like breaking from the hinges from how painfully furious he had it set relaxes as he tries to calm himself down and not to grab his keys and drive to that bitch's house to trash her place.
Because how fucking dare she treat anyone like that in his own fucking company.
“Hey, hey. Now none of that toots. Look at me darling, oh my sweet moppet ... shh.” It slices his heart in pain to see Y/N like this -- so small and disheartened. How dare she hurt his such delicate, sweet, loving girl like that? How!?
“You shouldn’t be ashamed of yourself moppet. She should be, fo’ being such a heartless prick.” He spat, his guts full of bitter and hatred. His skin hot, his grip on her tightening protectively and his chin quivers trying to lock all his anger inside and not to burst out like a pressure cooker.
“I’ll deal with her tomorrow.” He nods curtly to himself, poking his tongue to wet his grimacing lips and Y/N was too woolly to get what’s he’s saying.
His gaze flitters back on her. His demeanour turned incredibly soft and gentle for her smooching a big generous kiss to her salty lips and then to both of her cheeks cared in both of his palms, “Are y'okay? D'you want me to take you to hospital?” She shakes her head mewling and melting and caressing herself into his wrist.
“Why didn’t you call me baby?” He asks her doing anything in his power to mask the hurt in his tone and sighs touching his forehead to her's when Y/N sniffled, “Didn’t wan’ you to worry.” He slid his forearm under her bum and scooched her atop of him, patching tiny careful pecks to her jaw.
“But, that’s love moppet. Worryin’ bout you, takin’ care of ye' and beating anyone raw who even dares to have evil intentions towards you,”
“Remember the time y'snubbed that one guy’s oh so expensive shoes who was very rude to me at one of your graduations party?” His simper turning into a proper ironic grin when she giggled hoarsely nodding along and the tension in his muscles released watching her getting better.
“Proper broke his big toe with your heel darling.” He giggles with her and then Y/N realised how sad and awful Harry’s feeling, how it’s hurting him the same way it hurt her an year ago.
“How about we have a glass of milk .... it’ll help us sleep less grumpy y'know.” He murmurs in the crook of her neck, elbow cocooned safely around her shoulder blade as he kisses the side of her head again and again nose buried in her hair to smell her treacly smell.
.
In the morning he was tragic to hear Y/N sound so heartbroken and dejected as she told him, “I’m going to resign and accept your offer.” Her smile small and sad, hugging him looping her limbs around his torso lazily.
“’kay baby, but first eat your brekkie.” He kissed her hair and squished her pout when he moved away to make some calls to his assistant.
Y/N had no-idea what he was upto. Glad that he was driving her to the company and that he was immensely supportive of her decision, her insides pooled with warmth and giddiness when he tried to cheer her up with his silly jokes and singing along the radio murmuring rubbish whenever he forgot the lyrics.
She was utterly confused when upon reaching he was giving the keys to valet boy to park his car and interviewing their fingers in a strong grip before leading her inside, even though she should be the one to do so.
She sputters a, “Huh?” when instead of telling her he’d wait for her in the lobby he’s rounding the corner towards the elevators and turns his wrist to push her infront of him to keep her closer to himself all the time.
When the doors are sliding apart the people scurrying outside halts for a moment, not looking Harry in eyes and keeping their heads low.
Phones were already rung in the building that Mr. Styles will be coming un-announced and everyone should be prepared to face the consequences if they stumble upon him – because well he isn’t in such a nice mood to start with.
“Harry.” She pokes him in ribs feebly, stepping away from him feeling timid due to few pair of eyes in elevator watching her awkwardly and maybe judgingly.
The tension in space could be cut through knife, as if everyone’s holding their breaths and she pouts taking a good look at Harry who’s smirking smugly confident in his element.
Do they all think her boyfriend’s way too intimidating and out of reach for them? They should know he’s such a sweetie!
Y/N huffs. Folding her arms over chest when Harry paws at her hips and pulls her back against his chest resting his chin atop of her head with a shit eating grin.
In all seriousness. Showing them that’s she’s his's and belongs under his wings, which will keep her safe and protected till his death.
“How did you know my boss's office’s on tenth floor?” She squints up at him suspiciously.
“Hmm. Dunno, moppet. Magical powers or summat?” He teases her, putting a hand at the small of her back to nudge her forward making her blush pink and ducks down to whisper in her ear, “You got this toots.” Biting her earlobe playfully to stroke down her anxiety upon sensing her hesitancy to step in the hallway that has cubicles lined up.
He already got this. He ordered his assistant to get the resign letter ready and showing her who’s the boss here’s not much of hurdle for him.
It’s weird. Bloody weird. Y/N wants to turn back and run away because the moment they step inside the whole damn hallway falls eerily pin drop silent and everyone’s peeking up from the short walls of their cubicles and then diverting their eyes immediately in embarrassment and apology seeing Harry behind her.
The ones who’re standing bows their heads lightly in respect for him and scurrying away to give him a way and that’s insanely surprising and weird.
Harry on the other hand was no stranger to those bogey looks. Of curiosity, uneasiness and dread when he passes through the crowd of his employs. Y/N is.
Slowly perhaps. It starts to sink in— jumbled and disoriented when she looks back at Harry. He’s keeping his head held high and shoulders tilted back with poise and conceitedness, hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants and because though it makes him look like a proper snob— he is their boss and the owner of this company, he should act like one.
“Mr. Styles.” Y/N’s boss assistant Marina who’s usually very chirpy (and undeserving of all the yelling she gets from her boss) turns pale at Harry’s presence. She’s the only person Y/N's very keen of, now she’s fretting towards them with her head lowered and tries to stammer something but Harry’s walking past her with his lips pursued as he goes inside without knocking.
“Harry...” Y/N tattles behind him, lunging to clutch onto the hem of his suits coat, to scold him to stop babying her and let her handle it herself, too late since she’s already meeting with the sight of her overly stressed and upset boss.
Her knees almost gives in when Harry snaps his fingers for the employees that were inside to give them privacy and takes in the most relaxing breath of oxygen, feeling a gag of bitterness in his mouth from even looking at her.
Y/N gasped. Her boss (which she’s not sure is her boss anymore) gasped. The sweet assistant Marina gasped. When Harry told her in the most composing way– though his blood’s boiling absolutely sheathing through his veins.
“You’re fired.” His demeanour cold and voice monotone not giving a fuck how much she shakes and cries for his forgiveness.
“Mr. Styles. I..I can explain–-" She stammers rushing from the back of her desk and stops obediently when Harry gestures her to not to take another step forward.
“There’s no excuse for abuse. I don’t want your lame explanations, I can’t have an abusive asshole running my company for me ... we might be strict on our employees but we aren’t monsters.” He grits, his eyes flaring piercingly with rage and showing no empathy towards her as she pleads him to forgive her mistake– those bricks of money makes you work baby.
“You hurt someone so dearly to me ‘n think I’ll forgive ye'?” The assistance eye’s blows away at newfound information, Harry Styles love of life’s none other than Y/N. The girl she used to have smoked sandwiches and milkshakes with in their lunch breaks.
“I didn’t know ...” He chuckles ironically at her hypocrisy and that’s the last straw for him before he’s threatening her to call the security and she’s getting out of there cursing him under her breath but Harry grabs her from elbow roughly, conceding his brow at her dauntingly.
"Apologise to her right fuckin' now."
"Sorry, Mrs Styles. I'm very ashamed of what I did." She says nervously and Y/N nods not able to speak from the butterflies that are flapping around her stomach, which sure didn't go unnoticed at Harry's side and he smirks at Y/N.
When they’re left alone. Jovial cackles are bouncing against the walls and he’s pressing his hip to the desk, securing his hands around his triceps as he folds his arms infront of his chest entertaining himself to the cute and fuzzy reactions of his girl at what just happened.
“See. Told ya, nobody could defy my bossiness at work.” He grins at her, jerking his hand towards his chest to usher her closer to him and boops her nose smacking an obnoxiously loud kiss to her mouth when she toddles in his arms.
“The offers still there,” He looks down at her cheekily and she shakes her head, a small smile kicking up her lips at his determination and devotion.
“Couldn’t say no to you, could I? What will you be owning secretly next time?” She nips at him, planting her palms firmly against his midriff feeling the crispiness of his shirt underneath his jacket.
“A bakery shop ....?” He muses in the most pondering voice and she scoffs at him through pattering of giggles, “Suck it up Mr. Styles.”
“Hey! I know my prick’s huge but not tha’ much for me to suck it myself.”
Y/N chokes onto her own spit. Shaking her head at him.
“Your innocent employees knows how vulgar you’re?”
“Uhmm. Infact, She gets very hot hearin’ me like tha'.” He bobs his head grinning at her wickedly and she smacks his shoulder, “Harry!”
“Yeahhh! Tell everyone how good I make you feel babbbyy—....” Y/N clamps her hand around his mouth to muffle his lewd fake moaning.
“You’re so embarrassing.” She grumbles wiping his spit sticking to her palm down her skirt and spins around to head for the door expecting him to follow her.
“You don’t talk to boss like that!” He trails behind her, “Boss my ass!” She quips out a squeal looking around to make sure that nobody saw it when Harry slapped her bum.
“Boss someone’s ‘bout to get a pink ass.”
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Green With Envy
Pairing: Dream / Clay x f!reader
Summary: [Dream SMP!AU] In Dream’s opinion, you and Sapnap are getting a bit too close for comfort. Combine that with a war, and it looks like he’s in way over his head.
Warnings: some cursing (because Tommy exists) + tw// injury
Word Count: 3.9k
A/N: requested by an anon who wanted some dream angst with a fluffy ending! the story takes place during the attack on L’Manberg. love to see that my first dream work is just packed to the brim with tropes. i had a bit of a rough time mapping this one out, but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless.
Dream let out a yawn as he walked into the living room, ruffling his hair as he went. “Good morning,” he greeted, collapsing onto the nearest couch.
On the other side of the room, you groaned. “‘Good morning’, my ass,” you muttered. “Mornings suck.”
He let out a small laugh at that, admiring your form sitting across from him. You were easily the biggest anti-morning person he knew. You could probably write a whole essay on why they were just the worst. But right now, in this moment, you looked absolutely adorable curled up in the couch cushions. Your hair was a complete mess, your clothes were askew, and a frown was plastered to your face.
Yet you were still so beautiful.
He wondered how you did it—how you managed to be so effortlessly wonderful in that special way of yours. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he was sure of one thing.
He liked you. A lot.
If only he knew how to tell you.
Sapnap strolled into the room, holding a glass of milk. “Morning, cuties,” he hummed, taking a sip. He glanced down at the grumbling couch lump that was you. “Is [Y/N] being a grump, again?”
Dream nodded, offering him a crooked smile. “You know it.”
For a moment, Sapnap paused. Then a devilish smile crossed his face and he set his glass down on the coffee table. He leapt over the back of the couch, crashing into the space next to you. Leaning over, he wrapped his arm around your smaller figure and pulled you into his chest.
Dream froze in his spot.
What. The hell.
You let out a yelp at the sudden movement, your frown deepening. “Sapnap,” you said, “what are you—”
“Wakey, wakey!” he cried, his fingers going for your sides in a tickle attack. In an instant, you were howling with laughter, tears springing to your eyes as you kicked your arms and legs. Dream’s throat constricted at the sight, his heart beating faster at the sight of your smile but sinking knowing that he wasn’t the cause of it.
“Snappitus!” you screeched, smacking his head. “Snapmap, stop!” You let out a wheeze. “Oh my god, Sapnap! I’m going to kill y—”
Sapnap finally relented, dropping you back onto the couch cushion with a smile. “That’s the first time I think I’ve seen you smile in the morning, [Y/N].” He jut his thumb into his chest triumphantly. “And it was all thanks to me.”
You heaved, catching your breath before turning to look at him. “Snappitus Nappitus,” you crooned, reaching your hand over towards his face. He looked at you inquisitively. Suddenly, you flicked his forehead, and he fell back with a yelp.
“Dude!” he cried, glaring up at you from where he lay sprawled on the ground. “What the hell was that for?”
You cackled at his reaction, kicking at his armour. “Because you’re an idiot for thinking it was a good idea to do that.”
Sapnap let out a groan of defeat as he asked for you to at least pass him an ice pack for his “grave wound”. On the other side of the room, Dream’s expression was cold. A stone of uneasiness sank to the bottom of his stomach as he stood up, walking out of the living room with a heaviness in his step that he didn’t walk in with.
So, he thought to himself, his gut churning.
Sapnap, huh?
The sun glared down at the earth from the sky, not a single cloud to be seen. Dream squinted up at it as he surveyed the weather.
The scheduled day to negotiate with L’Manberg over their territory had finally come.
Under any other circumstances, Dream would be having much more fun preparing for the journey, knowing very well that he was about to see some serious destruction. But today, he was in a terrible mood, and for one reason only.
For the past week, you and Sapnap had been spending practically every second together.
When Dream had sent Sapnap to burn down the forest surrounding L’Manberg’s walls, he had invited you to come with him. When Dream had asked you to hunt creepers to retrieve the gunpowder necessary for the TNT, you had brought Sapnap with you.
And he didn’t think it could get any worse, but even now, you were laughing at something Sapnap was saying, your grin shining brighter than the sun hanging in the sky above you.
Dream was tired of it.
“You have the dynamite sticks, right?” he asked, leading his horse away from the house.
George froze, then let out a long whine. “I forgot it in the storage house. Now, I have to go all the way back to get it.”
Despite his terrible mood, Dream let out a chuckle. “You’re so dumb, George,” he said teasingly, sending him a smirk. “How could you forget the most crucial part of the plan?”
George groaned. “I don’t know! I just forgot, okay?”
He waved a hand at him, pulling out his saddle. “Just go and grab some quickly, alright? We’ll wait for you until you get back.”
George nodded, hopping onto his horse. “I’ll be back soon.” With a snap of his reins, he was dashing down the hill toward the storage warehouse.
The moment he disappeared over the hill, Dream’s smile vanished along with him. In the corner of his eye, he could see Sapnap chasing after you with a stick, his boots in your hand. A twinge of jealousy ran up his spine.
Wait—jealousy? No way. Dream wasn’t jealous, not one bit.
With a deep sigh, he diverted his attention to attaching the saddle in his hands to his horse. Mere moments after he placed it upon his horse’s back, he heard footsteps approach him. He already knew who it was without having to look up.
“What do you want?” he said coldly, not bothering to look at you as he began clasping the saddle buckles shut.
You shifted your weight from foot to foot. “Well, um,” you said, “I wanted to come over and say hi—”
“Cool, hi,” Dream said, cutting you off. He turned, looking at you properly now. “You can go, now.”
You looked taken aback by his words before your expression shifted into a frown. “What’s gotten into you, Dream? You’re not acting like yourself.”
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Oh, am I?” He gestured behind you. “I’m just saying you can leave, now. You did what you came to do, right?”
You were appalled. “Why are you acting like this? I just wanted to hang out with you for a bit before we left.”
Didn’t you get it? He was trying to do you a favour. Before he could stop himself, he snapped, “Why don’t you just hang out with ‘Snappitus Nappitus’?”
A sinking feeling dug itself into his chest at the pang of hurt that shot across your face. But in an instant, it was gone, your expression hardening. His mouth went dry.
“Fine,” you spat, fixing your eyes on him with a glare. “Maybe I will.”
You turned on your heel, stomping away to the other side of the base, inevitably making your way over to Sapnap to complain. Dream’s eyes trailed after you as you walked off, something stinging behind his eyes.
Why did he say that? He shouldn’t have taken his anger out on anyone, let alone you—the one he cherished most.
He felt sick.
“Dream,” a voice said behind him. “I got the dynamite. Ready to go?”
He turned to see George behind him, seated on his horse with a flint and steel in hand. Taking a deep breath, Dream hoisted himself onto his own horse, picking up the reins with a heavy heart.
“Yeah.”
“Big D! What’s the fuck?!”
Dream grimaced under his mask, the string keeping his patience together wearing thinner by the second.
He and his SMP had been in L’Manberg for no longer than five minutes, and he already wanted to declare war and call it a day.
“I’ve already presented you with your ultimatum, Tommy.”
Tommy snorted. “Yeah, and it’s a bad one. ‘Give up your land or we’ll light three sticks of dynamite’,” he mocked. He turned to look at Tubbo with a grin. “Tell me that’s not the worst ultimatum you’ve ever fuckin’ heard, Tubbo.”
Tubbo offered a cheerful grin. “It’s a pretty bad ultimatum, yeah.”
Tommy nodded, looking back at Dream with a triumphant smile. “You see, Big D? Your deal sucks. It’s fucking terribl—”
Dream let out a deep sigh. “Tommy, I’m really not in the mood for this.” His form turned toward you for a split second, taking in the sight of your figure next to Sapnap’s before looking back at Tommy. “Let’s just get this over with. What’s your decision?”
The blond blinked at him for a second, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. “Oooh, are you having women problems?”
Dream’s grip on his sword stiffened, his fingers twitching. “What,” he said, his tone harsh, “are you talking about it?”
Tommy shrugged. “I’m just saying, you might be having some.” He gestured to himself, smiling pompously. “If you were like me, you wouldn’t have these kinds of problems, because I’m an expert at women.”
The string thinned another fraction. “Sure you are, Tommy.”
Just then, Wilbur spoke up. “Tommy doesn’t know what he’s talking about, ignore him.” His smile mirroring Tommy’s. “But say, Dream,” he drawled, his gaze flickering back and forth between you and him, “do you happen to know the saying ‘green with envy’?”
Dream’s breath hitched. If he said one more wor—
Wilbur narrowed his eyes teasingly. “Because to me, it seems to be you’re covered in green from head to toe—inside and out.”
And the string snapped.
“George,” he said, his voice devoid of emotion, “set it off.”
The group looked at him in alarm, their eyes wide as George began, “A-Are you sur—”
“Just set it off!” he shouted, a fury like none other taking over him. How dare Wilbur of all people tease him—taunt him? How dare he? Maybe it was a bad idea, but he was done with negotiating.
It was time.
Without any more questions, Dream watched as George lit three sticks of dynamite, tossing them onto the ground ahead of them. The moment the sticks hit the ground, George yelled, “Go, get out, get out, get out!”
Every member of Dream’s faction turned, rushing for the entrance just as the first explosion rang out. Screams rang out all around him, Tommy cursing incessantly while Fundy screeched. Hidden under his mask, a grin stretched across his face at the sound of destruction. He was a single step away from the exit when Sapnap let out a desperate yell.
“[Y/N]!”
Dream stopped, turning to look over his shoulder. The explosions were still ringing out around him, but what he saw horrified him.
You laid on the ground with an arrow pinned to the train of your satchel, leaving you stuck on the ground. Above you, a chunk of the L’Manberg walls was dangerously close to unlatching itself and falling on you. All it would take was a few more explosions for that section of the wall to come crashing onto you, and Dream knew that they had hidden more than enough TNT under the country to make that happen.
You were tugging desperately on your satchel, unsheathing your sword to cut yourself loose, but Dream knew there wasn’t enough time.
He didn’t allow himself even a single second to process what was happening—he simply bolted.
In one moment, he was turning to head out of the base. In the next, he was tackling you to the ground, his taller figure shielding yours as he pinned you to the earth below.
“Drea—?”
The ear-splitting train of explosions cut you off, and Dream felt a surge of white hot pain sear up his back as the chunk of wall slammed into his back. He was vaguely aware of the fact that his armour was cracking. He knew he should have repaired it when he had the chance.
Just then, his mask slid off his face, landing squarely on your chest. The strap must have snapped, he thought distantly to himself. The ringing in his ears was deafening, and he could just barely make out the sight of you crying out underneath him, your lips forming his name—his real name.
It was a shame he couldn’t hear your voice saying it. He’s sure it would sound lovely.
Then the world went dark.
Something cool brushed over his face, and Dream felt himself being pulled out of unconsciousness.
Where... am I?
Slowly, he opened his eyes, blinking while then drowsiness seeped out of his eyes. It must be late afternoon, given how warm and light it was. Letting his eyes readjust to the brightness of the day, he took in the sight of the space around him. It only took a few seconds for him to figure out that he was in his room. He recognized those chests, his messy desk, the curtains framing the open window. A breeze must have been what woke him up.
Why am I here?
He thought back in his mind, trying to recall the last memory he had experienced.
The battle. His SMP. L’Manberg. Tommy. Wilbur. Ultimatum. Dynamite.
He grimaced.
Oh. Right. That.
He vaguely wondered if their side had won, but also knew that he was missing something. He could have sworn there was more to the battle than just that. What was it?
He felt a weight pressing down on the bed just next to him. Glancing down, his heart stuttered in his chest at the sight of you sitting in a chair next to him, leaned over and fast asleep on the edge of his bed. The images flashed through his mind.
Taunting. The wall. You. Pain. Heat. Your lips mouthing his name. Darkness.
Ah. He remembered, now.
He shifted slightly, feeling a dull pain shoot up his side. Wincing, he pulled back the covers, looking down. He was wearing a new shirt and sweatpants—clean clothes, thank goodness. Lifting up the hem of his shirt, he grimaced at the sight of the white bandages wrapped around his torso. They definitely extended to his back as well, if he remembered correctly. So that explained the aches.
Ever so slowly, he wiggled back, ignoring each wave of pain that crashed over his spine when he did so. A few moments later, he had finally brought himself to a sitting position, your head now lying on his lap. Dream smiled fondly down at you, reaching out to stroke your hair. You were beautiful when you were sleeping. Well, you were beautiful all the time, but he digressed.
He had a million questions swirling around in his head. How long had you been sitting here? Did your back hurt from leaning over for so long? Were still mad at him?
He really hoped you weren’t.
Just then, you reached a hand to rub at your eyes, letting out a soft noise as you began to wake up. Dream’s hand immediately darted back to his side, and he watched intently as you brought yourself back to a sitting position. You let out a quiet groan as you cracked your back. It was only then that you fully opened your eye. He could practically see the recognition set in your eyes as you took in where you were before you whirled, jaw dropped as you stared at him.
“Um,” he began, suddenly feeling shy, “hey there.”
You continued to gape at him, eyes wide. “You’re awake,” you blurted.
His lips quirked. “Sure am.”
You scooted closer to him in your chair, shoulders shaking. “You’re actually awake,” you repeated, almost in disbelief.
Dream nodded, amused. “Yep. You already said that.”
All of sudden, you moved forward, climbing onto the bed so that you were sitting on your knees right beside him. He didn’t have a chance to react before you were leaned into him, weakly smacking his chest with your fists, your shoulders trembling as you did so.
“You’re. So. Stupid!” you wailed, punctuating each word with another light hit. You whipped your head up, glaring at him through your watery eyes. “Why did you do it? Why did you block me from the debris?”
Dream averted his gaze from yours, his heartbeat picking up from how close you were to his. He could only hope you couldn’t feel it through your hands. “I wake up and one of the first things you tell me is that I’m stupid?” he said, trying to avoid the topic at hand. “What a warm welcome back.”
You pressed your lips into a thin line. “Don’t change the subject, Dream. Answer the question.” Your gaze narrowed. “Why did you do it?”
He opened his mouth, then closed it. “I—I didn’t even think about it,” he admittedly truthfully. “I just moved without thinking.”
You stared at him, your brows furrowing. “But why? You should have been worried about yourself first.”
Dream blinked down at you, feeling his heart beat against his rib cage wildly. He was almost positive you could feel it.
Then it hit him, the realization sinking into his mind as clear as day.
It was now or never.
He took a deep breath, reaching up to hold your hand in his. He watched something in your gaze melt, but the question remained in your eyes.
Luckily for you, he had an answer.
“I like you,” he said. “That’s why.”
You stared at him, stunned. He felt anxiety lump in his throat.
“You do?”
He swallowed it back down.
“Yeah.”
There was a beat of silence.
And then you began to cry.
Almost instantaneously, Dream began to panic. “H-Hey,” he said gently, wrapping his arms around you carefully, “why are you crying? Did I say something wrong? I, uh—” He gulped. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I know you like Sapnap.”
Now, it was your turn to be confused. Sniffling, you wiped at your eyes. “Wh—” Hiccup. “W-What are you talking about? I don’t—I don’t like Sapnap.”
He wrinkled his brow at you. “Sure you do,” he said. “You’ve basically been all over him lately. That practically screams, ‘I love Sapnap’.”
You stared at him, your tears reduced to stained cheeks now and a slightly sniffling nose. “Sapnap and I are best friends,” you said, frowning.
He nodded. “Yeah. And you like him.”
Your frowned deepened. “No, that’s—” You stopped, and he watched as the gears turned in your head, being able to pinpoint the exact moment they clicked together.
“Dream,” you said slowly. “You think that I—” You pointed to yourself. “—like Sapnap?”
He cocked his head. “I mean, don’t you?”
You stared at him for a moment longer. “Dream,” you said again, “when you jumped in front of me, I was absolutely terrified. I didn’t know what was going on, and I only remember screaming before you just blacked out on me. We won and L’Manberg surrendered, but George had to help me carry you back. You were out for two days.”
He cringed at your words. It was good that you had won, but two days was a long time to be unconscious. He must have missed so much.
“During those two days, Dream,” you continued, “I practically didn’t leave that chair.” You pointed to the chair you had been sitting on just moments prior. “Sapnap had to drag me down to eat, and I still slept here, as you already saw.”
He gaped, absolutely shocked. You stayed by his side? For two straight days? For him?
He must have said that out loud without thinking, because you nodded and pursed your lips. “Dream,” you said, “do you know what that means?”
He blinked at you. “I don’t see how this has anything to do with you liking Sapnap.”
You let out a groan, hanging your head in your hands. “How are you this dense?” you muttered, your cheeks flushing pink. “Are you really gonna make me say it?”
He didn’t think he could be anymore confused. “Say what?”
Lifting your head, your eyes met his, your cheeks burning with heat and hands shaking. “That I like you, and not Sapnap.”
Dream froze, his brain short-circuiting in his head.
You liked him.
You liked him back.
A grin spread across his face. This was possibly the greatest day of his life.
Without wasting another minute, he pulled you into his arms, practically crushing you to his chest. You squeaked at the sudden movement, your heart swelling in your chest at the sudden display of affection. “Huh—”
“Thank god,” he murmured in your ear, his voice soaked in relief. “I genuinely thought that you were going to reject me.”
You wrapped your arms around him, careful to be gentle with his back, and smiled into his shoulder. “I thought I was being obvious, but I guess you’re just really stupid.”
Dream sighed, dizzy with affection and something that felt like love.
“Yeah, I am.”
Dream let out a yawn as he walked into the living room. “Good morning,” he said, eyes darting around the room. “Has anyone seen my—”
He stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes landed on you. On the other side of the room, you were curled into the couch like you almost always were in the morning. But this time, you were wearing a green hoodie. His green hoodie.
His heart melted at the sight.
He didn’t think it was possible for you to be anymore beautiful, yet here you were, destroying all of his expectations. You never ceased to amaze him with just how wondrous you were.
He sighed, striding to the other side of the room and settling in next to you on the couch. “Never mind,” he murmured, leaning in close to nuzzle his face next to yours. “I found it.”
You giggled at his touch, pushing his face away from you. “Ugh, you’re so cheesy.”
He rolled his eyes at you, grinning. “Don’t act like you don’t eat it up.”
You huffed, turning away from him. “I’m not saying anything.”
Sapnap walked in while Dream laughed at your expression, a glass of milk in hand. “Morning,” he greeted, sitting down on the couch opposite of you two. He spared a single glance in your direction before asking, “Are you two being gross, again?”
Dream‘s grin widened. “You know it.”
Sapnap gagged as Dream leaned in close to your face, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Ewww.”
Turning to face your boyfriend, you pressed a hand to his cheek and cooed. “Clay.” He leaned into your touch, his lips curling. He was right. His name did sound lovely on your lips,
You returned his smile with one of your own, moving your hand away from his cheek and towards his hairline.
All of a sudden, you flicked his forehead, pain shooting through his skull as he jumped.
“Ow!” he yelped, wincing at the slight sting of your nail against his skin. He rubbed at the red skin, glaring at you. “Why’d you do that?”
You smiled sweetly at him, but he could see your eyes glint devilishly. “Because you’re an idiot for not realizing I liked you sooner.”
From the other side of the room, Sapnap let out a cackle, pointing at Dream. “Suck it, green boy!”
Dream’s brow twitched and a dark grin crossed his face as he stood up, cracking his knuckles. “Oh, Sapnap—”
Let’s just say that Sapnap needed more than a few ice packs, that day.
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Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, voyeurism/exhibitionism, slight stalking, masturbation, naughty talk.
This is dark!(camboy!)Andy Barber. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: Your guilty pleasures becomes and all too real terror.
Note: I split this into two because it kept stretching on and on ahah. But I hope you’re ready for a creepy ass camboy.
Thank you so much for your patience! And support!!
As always, if you are so inclined, please like, reblog, and comment. <3
You could blame your break-up or the pandemic but you were just lonely. Besides, Cam left you a year ago and the quarantine was long over. It seemed the whole word had moved on except you.
You always got that fluttery feeling when you opened up the tab and typed in the address. You keyed in your username and password and that moment of shame and guilt quickly passed. Men did this all the time so what was the big deal? You had the money and time to waste on the shallow release.
You scrolled through the active rooms and found ‘SuitNTie80’. There were a few times you tried other rooms but you quickly left, always keeping to your comfort zone, not that you were ever very comfortable. There was that shadow of guilt that lingered after but you learned to live with it.
You sat up and leaned on your arm as you watched the window load and the chat popped up first on the side. You were desensitized to the image of the naked body, the large hand around the thick shaft, stroking and teasing as he issued intoxicating groans. You piled your pillows behind you and bent your legs as you watched lazily.
You were mostly quiet but you were there at least twice a week. You didn’t have much to say in the text box and the thought of a private voice chat was too intimidating for the price. You sent your donations and went on your way once you got yours.
You tickled your leg as your eyes clung to the hair along his muscled chest and stomach, his thick thighs bent and bulging as he gripped his dick firmly. He was huge, not that you were ever a size queen, but it was a nice escape, a careless fantasy. It wasn’t hurting anyone to look.
You hummed and reached for your vibe. You leaned back and teased your clit. You got wetter as he moved around and the bold yellow font popped up in the chat box. You hit ‘pay’ and bypassed the tier. The chat dwindled and the muscular body laid back so that his dick stood straight. He continued to play with himself as he pushed his head into the pillow.
You grabbed your dildo and angled it down along your folds. You poked and prodded until you slipped inside just a little. You pulled back and pushed back in until you could take most of it, the vibe still buzzing against your bud.
Another paywall popped up and again you hit the big button and confirmed. You kept the transactions on your credit card and didn’t think much until the statement showed up. Again, the audience dwindled. It was Wednesday, there weren’t as many as the weekends.
You got comfortable again and pumped the toy as you rubbed the stimulator against your clit. You bit your lip and whined, close. The deep voice stopped you.
“Looks like it's just you,” he said as he sat on the edge of the bed and kept his hand moving.
You typed a hey into the chat and sent another tip. He smiled, only the bottom half of his face visible, the trimmed beard defined his already sharp jaw. You fell back again as you tried to focus on his hand.
“You’re here a lot, honey,” he purred and rasped as he rolled his palm around his tip, “every week…”
You froze and sat up stiffly, careful not to push the toy deeper.
“You don’t have to be shy,” he cooed, “we can go into a private room.”
You didn’t know what to say. You just wanted to cum and lay down. Forget about another long day back in the office.
“No charge,” he offered, “I’d just like to hear your voice.”
Your fingers tapped noisily over the whir of the toy, ‘why?’
“You’re my most loyal customer,” he slowed his hand, “just curious.”
You just sat there, your heart pounding. You liked not being seen, just watching quietly, just being there in the audience. You were embarrassed he even noticed the frequency of your attendance. You eased the toy out of you as you leaned an arm on your leg. You hovered the cursor over the leave icon.
The invited for a private room popped up and kept you from clicking, “just a few minutes, honey, I’m almost done and I wanna help you finish.”
You bit the inside of your lip and dragged your finger down the trackpad. You hit ‘accept’ and a pop-out window buffered as it requested access to your microphone. You could mute once you were in. You confirmed and the private room loaded. You maximized it and drew your hand back sharply, already regretting the decision.
“How are you doing, honey?” he asked, “anyway you want me?”
You stared at the screen, overwhelmed by the spontaneity and your natural shyness.
“I hear your toy,” he said softly, “why don’t you tell me what you’re playing with?”
You gulped and the mattress spring squeaked as you shifted, “um, I’m okay,” you answered his first question, “how are you?”
“I’m great,” he pushed the camera back and sat so that you could see all of him, “it’s nice to hear the voice behind the name.” His teeth grazed his lip as his muscles tensed and he groaned, “so what do we got, hmm?”
“Er,” you looked down, the toy buzzing against your thigh as you’d let it slip thoughtlessly, “a vibe and... “
“And…” he coaxed, “what else, honey?”
“Um, a dildo?” you said weakly, “erm, yeah.”
“Is it inside you?” he asked.
You choked and tried to smother it. You sniffed and clicked off the toy. “Sorry, I don’t think--”
“I want it inside you, now,” he said firmly as he stroked himself, “I want you to imagine it’s me, that i’m stretching you.”
You gaped at the screen as he watched you expectantly, almost as if he could see you. You always kept your camera covered though so at least he could only hear how clueless you were.
“Turn the vibe back on and put that dick inside of you,” he snarled, “come on, honey, for me.”
“I…” you breathed, “okay…”
You shakily hit the button so it vibed again. You asked yourself what you were doing as you slipped it down against your clit and pushed the dildo into you before it could slip out completely. You squeaked and he growled as his hand sped up.
“Mmm, is it in?” he asked, “all of it?”
“Y-yeah,” you murmured, “as much as… I can.”
You cringed at your own answer and he grinned.
“Oh, you’re tight?” he teased, “sounds like you need to be broken in.” You let out a breath as you sat unmoving, filled but paralysed by the intimacy of the chat, “go on, I wanna hear you, honey. I can’t finish if I can’t hear you.”
You hesitated but laid back against the mountain of pillows. You rolled the vibe flat to your clit and moved the dildo slowly. You quivered as the ripples flowed through you and made your toes curl, your legs splayed wide around your laptop. You can hear how wet you are as instinctively you move the toy faster and moan.
“That’s it, honey,” he cooed, “listen to you, hmm? So we for me…” his voice was a series of gasps as he added lube to his length and sped up, “how close are you?”
“C-close,” you rasped.
“Good, good,” his knuckles turned white as he worked his hand even faster, “I want you to picture me… balls deep… fucking you until your hips hurt… until you can’t walk…”
You let out a pathetic mewl as you fucked yourself harder with the toy, to the point of pain.
“What’s you’re favourite position, honey?” he asked as he used both hands on himself.
“Oh, uh…” you shuddered as you thought, trying to keep the toys in action, “doggy… I think.”
“Mmm, wouldn’t you like me behind you, pounding into that tight little cunt,” he puffed, “I can only imagine how tight you’d squeeze me… the way you’d shake… you think you could take it? Hmm?”
“Y… y… yes,” your voice fizzled out and you let out a strained cry as you came abruptly.
You panted wildly and turned onto your side as you squeezed both toys between your legs and groaned. A grunt brought your attention back to the screen as you twitched. The man cradled his sack as he came and strings spilled from his tip as his voice rumbled from the speakers. He smeared his cum all down his length until he was a mess and let his shoulders fall as he stilled his hand.
“Was that good, honey?” he asked as he looked into the camera.
“Mhmm,” you uttered as you sat up and slid the dildo out, sending a shiver up your spine.
“Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” he stood and came closer to the camera, bending so that you could see his face clearly, he was startlingly handsome, “can we do it again?”
“I… don’t know,” you replied as you turned off the vibe and covered yourself as if he could see you, “maybe.”
“You did really well, sweetie,” he smiled, “and I really like your voice.”
“I…” you sniffed and swallowed as you glanced around your dark bedroom. Is this what you’d come to? “I gotta go.”
You hit ‘leave’ and immediately felt awful. As much for leaving him hanging as even indulging in the chat. You rubbed your temples and bent your fingers against your skull as you gripped your head. How sad could your existence be?
📷
The disconnect icon came up and Andy sighed. He closed down the chat and logged out. He sat and cleaned himself, gently as he was overly sensitive from over an hour of stimulation. He enjoyed his little sessions and he made a decent penny, not that he really needed the money. It was more the high than the dollar sign.
He pulled on a loose pair of silk pajama pants and the fabric tickled his tip cloyingly. He closed the lid of his laptop and tidied the room, stripping the bed and putting the plain cotton sheets back on. He sat heavily to catch his breath and leaned back on the heels of his hands.
He always saw her username in the chat when she entered and tipped but she never said anything. He didn’t think much of it, she was just another regular. LacyLilac; it was a cute name. He was just bored and wanted to try something new. It was fun and thrilling and just the sound of her wet cunt made him twitch.
He kept thinking about her voice. He was disappointed she left so quickly. He would’ve liked to talk a little longer but it was just a porn chat after all. What more did they have to say to each other?
He tried to match her voice to a face in his head. She was probably cute; she sounded young. Well, lots of people were younger than him. He was probably one of the oldest cammers on the site.
She was shy though and he liked that. He’d married the outspoken one and he was over it. That turned to shit fast and look where it got him. Alone and pimping himself out for kicks. Yeah, it was fun at first, he liked being watched, it was always a game for him. He used to play with himself at his desk in his office, sometimes the interns caught him but they never said anything. They were too afraid.
That was all gone too. That life was behind him, so far it almost felt like it never happened. He wished it never had; wished he hadn’t wasted the time.
He stood and sighed. He took his laptop from the table and slipped it under his arm. He went downstairs and opened it on the counter. He let the screen saver bounce as he grabbed a beer from the fridge. He popped the cap off with the edge of the granite and watched the little wisp of mist rise from the neck.
He tapped on the pad and scrolled through his activity log. He found her name and clicked on it. Her profile was mostly empty except for the profile pic, a stock photo of lilacs. He got nothing from scrolling up and down the blank fields. Well, he knew a few tricks the cops passed onto him back in the day.
He opened another tab and quickly generated the link. He went back to her profile and clicked the little speech bubble beside her username. He took a moment before he began to type.
‘Hey, honey, I had fun. I hope to see you again on Friday <3. My schedule’s changing soon, you can see it here.’ He attached the link and hit send. He took a swig of the hoppy beer and leaned an elbow on the counter.
All she had to do was click that link, if she didn’t, he’d have to figure something else out. Or maybe just give up.
The computer chirped as a green dot appeared beside her name. She was online. He saw the little eye beside his message and the dots as she typed. She stopped and he waited. Nothing.
He clicked back to the other window and opened up the visitation log for the link. He smiled and took another deep gulp. She’d done it. She tried to use the link and now he could see everything; her IP, her location, her internet provider. It was just enough to work with.
Bing. He switched back over to the chat and finally her response hung beneath his in a bubble.
‘Thx. I’ll try. The link doesn’t work tho.’
He typed with one hand as he finished his beer in sips, ‘sorry, honey. I’ll fix that and send an updated link when I get a chance. Have a good night <3.’
‘Good night,’ she responded and the green dot disappeared.
He set aside his empty bottle and closed the laptop. He was hard again. It didn’t usually happen so soon after a session. It was why he spaced them out. But he was throbbing so violently that just standing straight made him groan.
He gripped the counter and shoved his hand down his pants. He closed his eyes and exhaled as he quaked at his own touch. He thought of her little ‘ums’ and ‘ers’ and the buzz of her toy. Such a shy little thing acting so innocent and yet she was always there, watching him.
Fuck, it wouldn’t take much more. Not as he thought of how she couldn’t even fit the whole toy in her sweet cunt. He would help her with that.
📷
The anomaly soon grew to a habit. The second meeting was just as awkward. You didn’t do private chats, it was just easier to fade into the background, but the third was easier. Despite how your nerves flurried and your hair stood on edge, he made you feel comfortable, made you relax as you neared the tipping point.
That night, you promised him you’d be in the chat but things always went to shit when you had plans. You were almost relieved as your after hours activities were starting to get in the way of your work. You found it hard to focus when he kept sending you messages that filled your burner email.
You sat before the blue-tinted hue of the monitor, your eyes watering as the colours seared into your retinas. The spreadsheet left a template in your vision and you saw the little boxes even as you leaned back and rubbed your eyes. Maybe another hour and you could go and forget about the colour-coded rectangles.
You sighed and took out your phone. You looked out at the pen of cubicles, your small office forgotten in the corner. You handled the numbers and those only mattered when someone needed a new chair or the holiday party was coming near, and those tasks were easier left to the interns.
You yawned and swiveled back and forth in your chair. The little envelope floated in the margin. You dragged down the status bar and hit the icon. Your inbox was filled with alerts to new messages on the chat site. You only had your shell email account attached to your phone and kept to incognito mode on your laptop.
Only Lucy was still around and she was having a loud phone call on speaker a few offices down. She basically lived at her desk and served as a harbinger of your future. You opened a private window and signed in. You went to your profile and checked the blinking message box.
‘Hey, starting soon.’
‘On live now!’
‘Where are you, honey?’
‘About to go private.’
The last message was a sad-looking emoji and you shook your head. This was why you needed to stop. It felt special at first to be noticed, to feel wanted even if you were just a money sign, but it was growing exhausting. You hardly even enjoyed it anymore, you were just there to get off and get it over with.
‘Srry, caught up at work. Not going to make it tn.’
You hit send and blacked out your phone. You went back to the lifeless excel columns and compared it with the garbled mess corrupted on the second monitor. You told Stuart over and over to eject it properly and didn’t understand how the file hadn’t been uploaded to the company cloud. You shuffled through your papers and shrugged it off. No use being angry, no one cared.
Your phone vibed again. You ignored it and kept typing, looking through reports by the month as you keyed in numbers. A year's worth of tracking all down the drain. Buzz, buzz, buzz. Your phone wouldn’t stop.
You opened up your phone and went back to the private window. ‘You couldn’t tell me earlier?’ ‘Hello?’ ‘What did I do, honey?’
The messages came close together and you looked over at the log. His chat had gone inactive; it was early. You were slightly addled and confused by that.
‘It’s work. I haven’t had a chance. Can’t talk. Logging off. See you Friday.’ You hit the arrow and excited the window.
You dropped your phone face down and hung your head back in exasperation. Your guilty pleasure was becoming a second job. The guy had enough viewers, he could hardly be missing your wallet that much. It was starting to get weird and you weren’t so sure you were going to tune in that Friday, you might be better off to catch up on your sleep.
📷
You kept your laptop off on Friday and opted instead to catch up the latest episodes of your favourite trash tv. The week was long enough to have you dozing off by the second episode and you woke early on Saturday, feeling more groggy than refreshed. Even so, you had two days to yourself.
Two days to catch up with your personal life. You went to the kitchen and used the last of the coffee. And the cream. Time for a shop. Well, you could still make a fun day out of it. There was a café in the same plaza as the grocery store so you could stop in and pretend like you were enjoying your time off with whatever specialty flavour they offered that day.
You didn’t get out before noon as you dragged your feet. Your mind kept drifting to your claustrophobic office and the migraine-inducing spreadsheets. You tried not to, fought your own mind as you steered into the parking lot, but you knew you had another week of bullshit awaiting you.
You grabbed a cart and made your rounds of the aisles, sighing as you waited on octogenarians to decide on a grain of bread. You hurried to check-out before you could get caught behind another dawdler and paid, piling your goods in your cart impatiently. You rolled out the lot and filled your trunk, pushing the cart back to the receptacle with the rest.
You hit the lock button on your keys and headed to the cafe. You eyed the strawberry and cream latte on the board as you stood in line. A deep voice drew your attention from the menu and your heart stuttered as you looked at the man at the till. It couldn’t be.
You got a better look at his face as he eyed the desserts in the glass case and pointed to the one he wanted. How in the fuck? The world couldn’t be that small. You tucked your chin down as your cheeks burned. You could only think about the image of him, or really his more intimate parts, and his low moans.
He swiped his card and moved along the counter. You stood frozen, not moving until the person behind you told you it was your turn. You apologized and moved up to the till. You stammered out your order and fumbled with your wallet, keeping your head down as you paid.
You kept your distance as you moved to wait in the corner until your turn at the window was called. You stared at the floor and tried to dissipate into the air as you pondered just leaving without your drink. When your name rang in your ears, you stepped up without look and collided with another.
“Oh, sorry,” the familiar voice made your eyes round, “shoot.”
You winced and pulled your shirt away from your chest as the hot coffee seeped down your front. You shook out the fabric and shook your head.
“It’s fine, I-- I wasn’t looking where I was going,” you dared to look up at him, unsurprised by your luck, “I hope I didn’t, er, spill too much.”
“I’m more worried about burning you,” he said, “you sure you’re alright?”
“Fine,” you repeated curtly and stepped around him, “really.”
You grabbed the paper cup and spilled even more hot liquid onto your fingers in your urgency. When you turned back the man was just ahead of you and he waited as he held the door for you. You ducked your head down as you passed him and thanked him with a mumble.
“No problem,” he said as he dropped the door.
You stepped off the curb and almost tripped. You didn’t look back as you rushed over to your car and searched for your keys in your pockets. You hit the button and quickly opened the door and flopped into the seat, placing your cup in the holder as more foam and espresso spilled from under the lid.
You hung your head back and sighed. You cringed and wanted to scream. You gripped the steering wheel and shook the whole car in your tantrum. As if your life couldn’t get worse. You were just one disaster after the other.
You wiped your hand on your jeans and started the car. Oh well, a forgettable slip-up. You wouldn’t remember it next week and he likely wouldn’t either. He didn’t even know who you were. Didn’t know you were one of the perverts watching him on their screen as they sat in the dark, lonely and desperate.
You pulled out of your spot and steered between the rows as you neared the exit. Fuck, you thought to yourself, you probably paid for that coffee. Ugh, why were you doing this to yourself? Making yourself feel worse and for what? He put himself on the internet, you were just supporting him.
“Just shut up,” you said to your inner voice as you turned out into traffic, “just stop.”
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