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veritable-trash · 2 years

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Orange Daydream

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Pairing: Santiago Pope Garcia x F!Reader

Words: 5K

Warning: none! just santi being sexy and me not knowing how to get to the point and needing to world build like nobody's fucking business.

A/N: HELLO, alright yall sorry for not being up and about but I've been struggling to find time to write because I GOT A JOB YAY. this was really fun to write i love santi as a character and oscar isaac is just sexyyyyyyyyy so of course i'm gonna write some joyful relationship development! i got an ask in mi inbox that i'm currently working on(hint hint my eddie munson fixation is coming to a head be prepared) so i'll hopefully have that done soon. anywayssssss i'm taking any requests if people are interested honestly open to anything just trying to get more writing going in my life ok well love you all hope you've had a fantastic week and i hope you enjoy this! ALSO tommy isn't tom from TF but i thought it was funny so there ya go :)

a part two is possible but i got so many ideas swirling it's not the priority but it could be if people are like really fiending just let me know :)))))) <333

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Your ex was here. Milling about in Santi’s backyard blissfully unaware of your laser eyes trying to melt him to the ground from the kitchen window.

Hiding.

Praying that he won’t notice you, that you can just stay here in anonymity for the rest of the evening or that, despite all the odds, the lasers you’re imagining shooting out of your eyes will become real and actually disintegrate him.

A girl can dream.

Santi was going to pay for this. You were going to make him get down on his knees and fucking grovel for at least 3 to 5 business days for putting you in this predicament. For letting that slug of a man traipse around your (Santi’s) backyard and ruin this lovely August evening with his bullshit and fuckery.

Though to be fair it was partially on you but Santi was the one in charge of the guest list, so in reality it was completely his fault and he would be in the doghouse for this. For maybe the rest of his life, the jury was truly still out.

It was hard to think about Tommy. He had been the love of your life(hah) for three years. You’d met Santi, your supposed best friend, through him. Had settled into this town, found a job, felt like you were creating a home.

It had been almost painfully perfect. All your best friends called you relationship goals, the perfect couple, the envy of all single people near and far.

And then he cheated. And not something simple like making out with some stranger at a bar.

No. Tommy had always had a penchant for the dramatic, so he ended up cheating on you with one of those aforementioned best friends. AND to make matters even worse, they were now engaged. Slapping their love and perfect relationship all across social media for you, the spinster, to tear apart with your gnarly, knobby fingers like some wicked witch planning to poison someone with an apple.

It had crossed your mind once or twice. It would be fitting retribution, Tommy and you had only broken up three months ago.

You were living in hell.

Now all you had left in this town was the knives littering your back and heart and in some twisted turn of fate Santi. Though for some reason he'd still let that motherfucker into your(Santi’s) house which was going to be quite a conversation when you got Santi alone.

You heard her before you saw her. The squeal of elation made you want to claw your skin off. There she was rounding the corner and practically throwing herself into Tommy’s arms like he’s been away at war and she’s been staring out the window every day for months awaiting his return.

God how fucking embarrassing. Just throwing their love around in front of everyone without a fucking care in the world. You’re surprised no one heard the banshee scream echoing around in your skull.

Though that was how you and Tommy used to be. It hurt to admit that to yourself, could almost feel one of the knives lodged between your upper vertebras twisting viciously, tearing you apart as you remember exactly what it felt like to be spun around in his arms. Remembering so vividly how secure you had always felt with him, how safe.

Go fucking figure I guess.

“If you scrub that plate any harder I think you’ll rub a hole in it sweetheart.”

Santi’s voice comes across muffled though you chalk that up to the living nightmare you're currently in and how you can’t seem to escape it.

You turn to him, laser eyes now honing in on your new target and you swear you see Santi flinch a bit at the malice laced in your gaze.

“You know Santiago I thought we were friends, best friends even. Yet here I scrub, looking out this window and who do I see? Oh that’s right, my villain of an ex and my villain of an ex best friend being all lovey dovey in our backyard. I can’t seem to even comprehend a good enough reason for them to be here other than you wanting to torture me, which I will admit would be something you would do.”

He chuckles at that, lips quirking ever so slightly up at the corners as he sidles up next to you at the sink. His hip bumps yours and his fingers wrap around the plate your viciously attacking and gently places it on the drying rack.

“Honeybee come on, you know it’s my birthday and you know Tommy also knows it’s my birthday. He was always going to be here and though I wish he wasn’t here and I wish I could have told him to fuck off and never return again, you and I both know I can’t do that.”

Though the facetious pet name makes you want to grumble and spit and fight him, his arm gently wraps itself around your shoulders to tuck you into his side and as always he eases an ache in your chest and the fight in you dies out. Unsticks your lungs from your ribs so you can finally take a breath you didn’t even know you were desperately needing. His eyes trace your face, a gentleness there that you swear he only ever shows you.

Fuck Santi and his ability to distract you, allow you to breath even when it feels like your lungs are collapsing. It was why you guys had instantly clicked when Tommy introduced you two.

He had flirted with you without a shred of modesty and yet made you feel like you could say absolutely anything without a second thought. It was the strangest combination but it just worked. That was just you and Santi, hot and cold, push and pull, fighting constantly but bonded by something cosmic.

And you knew Santi was right. Tommy and him had been friends for years. Tommy was friends with Will and Benny, and even with you now usurping him in the friendship hierarchy with the boys, Tommy was always going to be a presence in this town, with these people.

Though you did hold onto one victory and that was that Frankie had always had a problem with him. That’s why you loved Frankie the most out of the four of them and you made sure that Santi was well aware of it. Santi seethed at that fact.

“Don’t call me that you know I hate it.” Your words are muffled into the soft cotton that wraps around his shoulders, no longer able to stare out of that godforsaken window and prolong your torture. “I ju-I don’t know I just wish he could disappear and that he never existed and I never had to see him again.”

You drag in air, the sound almost pitiful with the hurt laced through it and Santi’s other arm on instinct cages you tight against his chest. His temple settles against the side of your head and you swear you hear him intake a deep breath against your hair but you’re too distracted by his scent drowning you to really make heads or tails of anything.

Cedar, mint, orange. Braided so delicately together you could miss all the different notes if it weren’t for the fact that you had it practically memorized it somewhere deep in your skull.

You inhale another deep breath hoping to trap some of his scent in your lungs so you can tap into it later when, knowing your luck, you’ll be trapped alone with Tommy and his new fiancee. The joy.

Christ on a fucking cracker.

“Are you really gonna stay in here for the rest of the party? Come on, it’s my birthday and the birthday boy wishes for you to at least try and socialize. For me. Please? Pretty please? Don’t make me beg now, though you know I do look absolutely fantastic on my knees.”

“God Santi you are such a fucking tramp! I can’t with you, you menace.”

But now you’re laughing and Santi’s eyebrows are waggling at you like this was his plan all along. To get you to laugh for just a second to stop your brain from descending into the ether of hate you’d been stewing in for months.

Your eyes lock as you both settle back into the quiet of the kitchen. Benny’s laugh can be heard above the light commotion outside. The 80’s jams that Santi makes everyone listen to every year on his birthday trickle into your ears through the glass and walls, and you can smell the grill roaring, can practically see Frankie with his apron on and tongs in hand being a dictator about the right charcoal choice for the perfect smoky flavor.

But you like it right here. Standing across from each other in the kitchen, talking but not talking, knowing but not knowing, just letting the sun filter in. His curls are like a prism for the light. Shades of black, brown, some chestnut and gray catching with every wave.

God you love him.

Fuck, wait, not like love love him, you know just like love him. Like a best friend, like your confidante, like your everything-

“I’m-uhm I’m gonna head back out, ya know how Frankie gets if you leave him at the grill for too long-”

“Dictator Francisco Morales hailing from the Land of Grills, ya of course you gotta go save the general populous before he smokes them all out. I’ll try to get out there in a bit, I think that plate needs another solid scrub, swear I saw some barbecue sauce stuck to it.”

Santi’s eyes lighten and soften again, turning almost mahogany as the light catches them just so and before you can blink his lips press to your cheek and his scent washes over you again.

“Don’t hide for too long, ok? I’ll be waiting for you outside. Just give me a whistle and I’ll come save you, pinky promise. I won’t let Tommy corner you, he’s gotten enough of your time already.”

The words are a whisper across the skin of your cheek and your heart stutter steps when his hand comes down and his pinky locks with yours in a quick squeeze.

And as quick as he came he’s gone and you can’t stop the faltering step you take forward, trying to chase down his touch. Your fingers graze the spot his lips just branded you and you swear there’s a residual heat that you can't decide is from his lips or your blush.

Your hands snatch up the plate you were assaulting earlier, nails digging in as your eyes wander back up, back to staring through that cursed window. But it doesn’t feel as cursed this time around. Tommy is nowhere to be seen and your focus immediately lands on the brightest light outside.

Santi is like a beacon to you now, your eyes immediately zeroing in on him walking back out into the yard. He beelines for Frankie jostling his shoulder with a strong hand and some whispered words that leave Frankie scowling and Santi laughing.

These secret moments are few and far between, so few times do you get to watch, to be greedy about Santi without anyone knowing. Get to soak up every drop of him without needing to make sure no one can see how deep you may have fallen.

Key word may!!!

But it was hard to pretend Santi wasn’t turning into something deeper, burrowing under your skin and planting himself on every nerve ending so that every touch somehow reminded you of him. You can’t stop staring at him because in these secret moments, when you let him, he consumes you.

He’d been there for you like no one else ever had when Tommy decided to turn into captain douchebag and destroy your life. Had held your hand and stayed in with you even when all the boys were trying to get you to leave your dungeon of gloom, claiming a night out would get you out of this “funk”. Yet Santi knew exactly what you needed, and it turned out it was him, ice cream, and movies nonstop. And then somehow so slowly, so sneakily it turned out you just needed him.

His head is thrown back, a laugh rippling up his throat, and there’s that prism again, like a halo around his head. Catching the sunlight just right to make him look almost angelic, every curl perfectly in place, tousled like some fucking cologne ad model. His neck is a crime against humanity, strong and tan and your mind starts to wander down south and at this point you’re too mesmerized by him to stop yourself. God what an absolute tool, you can’t stand him and his stupid beautiful face.

Like clock work though, his head falls back down and his eyes instantly find yours in the window. He cocks his head just so, the wrinkles around his eyes deepening as his beam simmers down to just a gentle lift of his lips and his eyes dance with secrets promises. Your heart squeezes so tight you have to look away, back down at your reflection in the crystal clean plate before he reads your thoughts in your eyes.

They’ve been getting a touch too loud recently.

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You’d held up your end of the bargain.

You’d ventured outside. Socialized even, though you mainly stayed glued to Frankie’s side by the grill, hoping against hope that he would be the most effective shield against Tommy and those incessant giggles you swear are somehow being directed directly at you.

It’s like their fucking bats with echolocation pinpointed on you. Fuck if you know if that’s how echolocation works but that’s definitely how those giggles feel. Like they're vibrating in your skull hoping it’ll shatter like glass when an opera singer gets too close.

And honestly Frankie was doing a bang up job. He’d been there a bit in the aftermath of your breakup. Had done movie nights with Santi and you. Had bought you beers as you teared up in the booth you and Tommy had met in. That was the first night you'd left your house and to say it was atrocious would be showing restraint. Honestly it was a dark and mildly pathetic time but now Frankie was your boy, a friend that you knew wouldn’t leave you in the dust.

Until right now where he is actively leaving you in the dust, apologies seeping out of his eyes as Benny drags him away to the fire to chat “girls” and Tommy decides this is the absolute perfect time to approach.

While you are at the grill.

Alone.

Sweat coats your palms and you almost knock your beer off the table as he shuffles up to you like you’re some scared deer. He even looks 5% apologetic which was more than you were expecting from him. Your hackles rise higher.

“Hey, I uh saw you earlier and wanted to talk but wanted to catch you alone. You know so we can talk.”

Your brain takes a beat to catch up as you take Tommy in for the first time in almost three months. For some reason his face doesn’t make your heart stumble like it used to. You can only faintly remember the way you gritted your teeth as you stalked his Instagram page, cutting deeper with every post you looked at, every comment you read. And yet now all you can think is, jesus what had you seen in this dude?

He looks like you'd kicked his dog and ate his lunch and as if you should feel bad for him. Like you should be careful because he’s sensitive and you could hurt his feelings, even though he cheated on you! Threw your heart on the pavement and stomped all over it just for good measure. And is now echolocating his new love, star crossed lovers, bullshit fucking giggles straight into your brain.

To hell with this dude.

“You know what Tom-“

“Hey man thanks so much for coming! I truly didn’t think you were gonna be able to make it but you know Tommy, you’ve always been great with surprises. By the way I think your girl is looking for you inside, thought I heard her calling for ya.”

Orange. Just peeled, sticky sweet and beautifully tart and sharp. That’s what Santi smells like most at night. Like the sun has burnt away all the other notes throughout the day so you can smell what Santi is at his core. And to you he’s always smelled like oranges in the summer.

His arm wraps around your shoulder again and his eyes are full of warning and mischief as if he knew exactly where that unfinished sentence was going and he wasn’t about to let you tear Tommy’s head off in front of an audience. Though he might let you do it in private. Santi did love a bit of gore.

“Oh shit ya I totally forgot I did tell her we were gonna leave soon though I guess now’s as good a time to head out as any. Happy birthday man it’s always so good seeing you, and uh you know I’ll see ya around.”

Tommy’s just a blip now, a nonentity, basically an NPC at this point, good riddance, because now you get to be right next to Santi where you’ve been aching to be since he left you at the kitchen sink reeling.

“I think I swooped in right on time with that one because I have a feeling you were about to kick poor Tommy straight to the curb and maybe then some. I could practically see you winding up your swing. You are a terrifying woman to behold.”

He grabs your beer and his and without even looking back starts walking towards the now empty fire pit. Will and Benny and Frankie are obviously all still here, no way they leave before 1AM, the proverbial witching hour, but they’d all sequestered themselves inside to watch the game highlights with the rest of the late night stragglers.

It was only ever you and Santi who wanted to brave the outdoors, no matter what time of year, just to get a little bit of peace, maybe even just a little bit more time for just the two of you, but no one had to know that.

“I would just like to let the record show that everything my brain was cooking up, he more than deserved to hear. I can’t believe he came up to me looking like I had somehow been the one in the wrong. Like I’m sorry but if I remember correctly, which fun fact I usually do, you cheated on me! I have a great fucking memory, you can't fool me this time!”

The sentence ends with chuckles shared over the fire and you’re both shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee, the chairs the only thing separating you two from each other. You’d lie and say you’re huddling for warmth but it’s the middle of the summer and it’s balmy and beautiful out.

Sometimes there stops being a point to all the lies.

Your head rolls onto Santi’s shoulder a puff of mint hitting you as you settle, your eyes tracing the constellations painted across the darkness high up above. He shifts down in the chair just a bit letting your head drop just that little bit more and it feels like two puzzle pieces clicking together. His cheek presses into the top of your head and you both inhale in sync, the exhale of breath just stirring your hair.

“You don’t think I’m actually terrifying do you? Not that it matters but you know, am I? Scary I mean because I don’t want to be but sometimes I feel like I am and I don’t want anyone to be scared of me.”

Santi pulls back, eyes searching your face, a level of worry etched in them. His lips are curled in a light smile but you can tell he’s picking apart your last sentence, seeing what’s between the lines. The insecurities that you know you don’t need to hide from him but still do.

“Of course that’s the one thing you pick up from all the things I’ve ever said about you. Literally the single sorta bad thing and I didn’t even mean it in a bad way because of course I’m not scared of you. Sweetheart I could never be scared of you. Why would you ask that?”

His pinky latches onto yours, pulling your hand away from picking at the frayed edge of your shorts and placing both your hands on his thigh. Though you are very much in the middle of a mini melt down, the feel of his thigh under your hand makes you almost black out with how many emotions hit you at once.

He’s devouring all your senses and it’s getting almost to the point of suffocation, yet you lean into him further, your forehead pressing into his shoulder like you’d done in the kitchen not too long ago.

“I don’t know I just feel like I push people away? Or I’m seen as cold and mean and so people don’t really want to be around me? I mean Tommy used to kinda say stuff like that and how I have a resting bitch face, which you know sorta valid, but I ju-“

“God Tommy is such a fucking tool. Remind me to never allow him in my house every again. I can’t believe he said that kind of shit to you.”

The words are a whisper, an exhale against your temple so full of something that almost sounds like yearning and something even deeper than that. It’s terrifying, the silence starting to penetrate every corner of this moment you both seem suspended in.

Santi’s lips press against your hair and then words tumble out into your tresses.

“He’s an idiot, honestly has always been an idiot, and I wish he could disappear too so that you wouldn’t be hurting the way you are. Because you don’t deserve to be hurting and stressed and angry because he should be feeling all of those things instead of shoving his disgusting relationship in your face, which by the way, I just have to say gross because they were gross.”

And again he’s making you laugh, forget, live to be right here with him where nothing else fucking matters. Your head finally leaves the safety of his shoulders to look at him and it’s only at that very moment that you realize your faces are inches apart.

If that.

Your breathing shuts down and Santi seems to realize at the same time as you of the predicament you’re in. But he doesn’t pull away.

His eyes flit back and forth between your own and he squeezes your pinky again as if he’s reminding you to breath. You release a breath and it’s too loud, too obvious, too revealing in this moment of some unspoken emotion but Santi’s lips pull up a bit, eyes colored with something akin to understanding.

He’s always seen you, inside and out and right now is absolutely no different.

“Sweetheart I’ve just gotta say something before I loose the nerve because I’ve been running around in circles in my head all day just thinking about you and I can’t keep a lid on it for much longer.”

Your lips part as you suck in another pitiful breath and Santis eyes dip slowly to your lips in a way that makes you want to eat him alive. Bite into his neck and mark him so that everyone knows he’s yours. His eyes seem to be on a similar train of thought.

“Fuck I just can’t keep pretending you’re not all I think about. That I’ve been waiting for you to move on from Tommy so that I could finally say this because I’ve been waiting since I met you. Tommy was always in the fucking way and now he isn’t and now the way you’re looking at me is fucking dangerous territory because all I want to do is kick everyone out of my house and finally have it just be us.”

He’s both rambling and yet so sure, like he’s been practicing how to make this all seem spur of the moment even though you know for a fact Santi hates spur of the moment, would rather cut off a limb then live by the seat of his pants. It makes it all the more endearing.

“I-I wow ok well let’s just see now because I am hearing that you are like into me into me, you know, like that and I don’t, you know, want to be too obvious off the bat but I have, you know, possibly been feeling a similar sort of emotion bu-“

The kiss has to have been ripped straight from your fantasies. Santi is actually just a figment of your imagination that you've manifested into the real world and he is the perfect kisser because there is no way kissing someone should feel like this.

You can taste the mint now, his scent no longer just in your nose but on your tongue, his kiss pouring more of him straight into you. It’s all encompassing, too many things happening at once that your brain feels like it might be melting out of your ears.

His hand cups your jaw, fingertips pressing just below your ear in a way that seems benign yet sends ripples of heat down your spine. His tongue licking against the seam of your lips and then sweeping against yours that leaves you arching into him, a whimper sneaking its way up your throat and onto his tongue. His pinky still latched with yours squeezes tighter and tighter as if somehow that touch is what’s holding you both together.

You’re both panting when you finally break, his nose skimming your cheek bone as he presses a fervent kiss to the corner of your lips, your jaw, just below your ear. Your eyes stay shut, basking in the sparkles that are flitting behind your closed lids with every press of his lips.

He pulls back slightly to look in your eyes and you whine, eyes still shut, still needing more of him, more of that overwhelming, drowning, flying, sinking feeling that his lips give you. His chuckle ghosts over your lips and you swear he’s just fucking with you now.

Your lids finally peel open and you can’t believe you left them closed for this long. Stopped yourself from seeing Santi looking like every wet dream you’ve ever had in your entire life all wrapped into one magical person.

His eyes are black, blown with lust from the kiss sent from heaven, yet they’re sparkling like polished obsidian, a joy and contentment so clearly flowing out of them. He’s this enchanting mixture of unadulterated lust and sex appeal crossed with a deep ingrained affection and adoration all pinpointed on you and it’s a heady mixture you’re finding hard to withstand.

“What are you thinking about honey?” The words are pressed from his lips to yours, a soft brush of air coating you in the sweetness of this moment with him. You can hear and feel the smile that he isn’t even trying to restrain and your own smile feels like it’s splitting your face in two.

“Honestly, I was thinking about how mad I was that Tommy was here and that you were letting him in my-your house, your house, but now I’m just thinking about you. It’s been only you for a minute now.”

The next kiss catches you off guard, Santi no longer able to restrain himself from touching you. It’s more bruising this time round, claiming and needy. Santi groans against your lips and your fingers finally tangle into the curls of your dreams and it’s all just seeming to be getting more and more perfect. His arms snake around your body like they’ve been doing all night, yet this time there’s an urgency to his hold and he’s pulling you out of your chair and into his lap and you’re breathless and lightheaded all over again.

His lips fall to your neck, licking at your pulse before biting down and sending you careening into an unbridled want. Your whimpering and moaning as he feasts on your neck, teeth clamping down just so pulling noises out of you that with anyone else you would be a bit embarrassed about.

But with Santi it’s just perfect.

“I’ve never told you this but I love it when you call my house yours. God it fucking drives me crazy when you tell me you want to go home and you mean here, with me. That you feel like you own me in some way, because fuck you do, god you do.”

The words are branded into the skin at your throat and your yanking his hair before you even know what you’re doing and sealing your lips against his again with a sigh and a moan. He responds in kind, an almost purr of content vibrating against your lips and tongue.

“Well I’m happy you like it so much because now that everything’s on the table, you’re definitely mine and I’m also gonna be here way way way too much, hope you’re ok with that.”

He’s gazing at you with moons in his eyes and shooting stars in his heart. His smile is almost dazed and he looks so soft and warm and like your Santi. You run your fingers through his hair and that purr returns as his dark lashes flutter closed.

“I don’t think I’ll ever let you leave my house again because all I’ve ever wanted was to be in the backyard like today and to be able to see you in my-our kitchen window and know that it’s always gonna be us against the world. Always.”

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chocolate-failure · 4 months

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Man, shit would be so much more comfortable if I didn't have to have a strong series of thoughts and emotions about any one given experience 😕 extremely ghetto. So I'll try to be concise but I feel kinda horrible and the more I think about it the more reasons I find to feel bad so maybe I should stop thinking about it but I can't and I hate myself for not being able to let go.

I went to a concert. I had a few friends who came to visit expressly for this event and I hosted it at my parents'. Cool, so the weekend before I did shrooms with my bff and while it was nice I, of course, had a lot of mfkn thoughts about it. A lot of self hatred and negative criticalness... Idk I don't like myself and while that shouldn't come as a surprise I didn't realize the extent to which I obssess over shit that doesn't fucking matter. But hanging out with this friend made me feel like hanging out with my other friends would be a cakewalk promptly forgetting that ✨this✨ friend is both intimately understanding of my personality and also a friend who exercises an astounding amount of reciprocity. These friends aren't quite the same, well one is but the other two ate just varying degrees unhelpful which just stresses me out. I gained 6lbs over this, what, 2½ day stent?

So let me attempt to set the stage for this endeavor because I feel like there is an impossible amount of context to lay out but also this could definitely be understood without it.

I'm into kpop, over the years I've made friends due to our mutual love of kpop. Some of these friends are pretty chill while others are not so much while yet more are a bit too chill. The friends I've invited into my home for this weekend are as follows ((may be subject to change cuz I'm coming up with these names on the fly) as a matter of fact I'm really not in the mood to come up with names and trying to think of them is just holding up the story. I'll just call them 5, 6, and 7.

5 is probably the person I know the most and like the most, which is always a feat because the more I know someone the less I tend to like them. They are very insightful, thoughtful, and kind. You can tell they're an introvert but in many ways have been beaten into submission by life and toxic relationships. 5 is overall a great person but has quite a few neuroses that very much blind them from seeing their inherent worth and how valuable they are to the people who's lives they enrich. Coincidentally they are also legally blind which has hampered them living a fulfilling and independent life not only because of the disability but because of their family being less than supportive and fostering some wicked codependency.

6, I don't know so well but all that I've seen so far I'm not impressed with. She is older than me but seems to have far less of a grip on adulthood than I had as a kid. I think the reason this is is because she is a taker. I don't necessarily think she's lazy but she wants to always do the minimum, cut the most corners but receive the maximum. To me that is the definition of lazy weather you're working or not if you expect to get more than what you put in you're abusing the system in some way. Either you're taking from someone else or you're not giving your fair share which is tantamount to taking from someone else. She's aware that what she's doing is underhanded and taking advantage of a relationship but she rather have what she wants over upholding any semblance of integrity. I have people in my family who are just like her. They're the type of people to get invited to a potluck be asked to bring a dish and they arrive with paper plates or something they bought from dollar tree. They're only happy with a deal if they feel like they're ahead of you in some way and will make any given process a living hell by never shutting up about how put out they're feeling. That being said, I don't like her. I thought initially I disliked her attitude cuz just hearing her voice pissed me tf off but I think it's just her. She just doesn't give much to the relationship I have with her and I'd be better off not knowing her.

7 is new to the group. Well new to the people who have hung out irl. I've hung out with her one time before and enjoyed myself but she wasn't staying at my house. She's definitely an extravert and doesn't so much collect introverts as she attracts them. She has a very inviting and boisterous personality without being too overbearing, pushy, or loud. She's nice to be around for events but I think day to day I'm not a fan. In my home we are very giving and extremely hospitable but we also expect guests to have some fucking decorum. Like we're not going to ask you to clean the toilets or some shit but if someone is making you a meal you should participate in the preparation whether it's reading the recipe or gathering ingredients or helping to clean. After all I'm housing you on my own dime so that you won't have to pay for a hotel. I'm preparing a recipe you found online because I'm a good cook and you'd like for me to do it for you. I bought the ingredients and got all the shit ready and asked for help cooking as I needed to finish up and get in the bath because the stress of this event is causing my autoimmune disease to flare up. I'm not going to just drop everything and not do it cuz I'm not a child but I asked for help and received none. It very much felt like my childhood home was being treated like a resort rather than idk my fucking house. It's kinda shitty to act like you're on vacation at someone's house when that person is also trying to a nice time but can't because you've decided you're fun is more important than their physical health. Like could you not still have fun and also have helped so that I could treat my fucking disease??? She and 6 talked, watched vids, and otherwise made themselves unavailable until it was time to eat. 6 would later say she felt like she'd get in the way. That is one thing about 7 that it better than 6, she at least knows how to hold a conversation without complaining in every other sentence so she's a good deal more palatable even though the outcome was the same.

That's one thing I definitely inherited from my parents that's a bit of a double edged sword, being kind and generous is all well and good until you run into people who are either looking to take advantage of you or don't understand that they are, 6 being the former and 7 the later.

Safe to say with just those circumstances in place this weekend was going to be a drain. Nevermind the concert we attended and litany of emotional baggage and mental traumas tied up in the experience of self expression, self disclosure and fandom. This was overall an uncomfortable and exhausting experience.

If you've been here for any period of time you'll know that I'm rather feminine looking both in physical features and presentation. While I feel like my literary voice isn't necessarily all that feminine I hold no delusions that I don't look like an afab person though I suppose that's not entirely true because a non-negligible number of people have assumed I'm a transwoman. And while I'm not always thrilled with the fact it certainly is not lost to me that to many I am rather okay to look at. Maybe not pretty in the conventional sense but Tumblr has never been a place to be conventional and even still I do possess many of the features commonly thought of as pretty. I don't say this to be concieted or self important but to outline an experience that is common for me and known to those who find themselves reading this. I am not unattractive but something that may be lost to those who frequent this blog is how tall I actually am. I am tall for an afab person and almost short for an amab person, probably p close to the average international height for males. I'm 5'8 (173cm) and that's never been a big deal to me, like at all. I've always kind of enjoyed my height and would actually lament wanting to be taller. I would've been happy to be 5'10 but this day was the first in a very long time where I wished only to be small.

In kpop the average listed height is probably 5'10 though that is most certainly a lie. I've always been a rather saunch supporter of shorter men, I think a part of me felt us to be kindred spirits, growing up as a tall girl I thought that short men were both genuinely attractive in a way I find hard to articulate but also just generally strong to exist in a world where their worth is heavily weighted on an attribute they have 0 control over.

Honestly I've always loved short men and tall women for their fortitude but their also just fucking beautiful. I never really considered myself a man or a woman more like some kind of weird gremlin creature pretending to be a person and perhaps I had grown too comfortable in thinking I was a passable human being because holy hell did I let the gremlin come out. And maybe it's just a product of neurodivergence but the way I acted caused me so much distress I'd rather avoid having it happen again than try immersing myself in the experience again. I'm trying not to be dramatic but I feel so goddamn horrible about myself atm this isn't an exaggeration. Did I have a bad time? No. Did I have a good one? Also no. I've always enjoyed music but I think I may hate myself more than I love music and that is a sobering realization to come to.

It started with the fansign. I didn't know there was going to be one until it started and I was sharing air with these beautiful strangers that I know so much and absolutely nothing about. It's a spiralling dichotomy that I don't have a hard time reconciling myself with until I'm in the same room with these people. And I can't be a fan, there's no room for it in between racked breaths and racing thoughts. I'm just a fucking gobo trying so desperately not to give away the fact that I am in fact subhuman scum perpetuating an elaborate fraud, for what? To feel what it feels to be a girl? To enjoy the spoils of fandom? To meet my heroes? I don't even know these people and I'm expected to know what to say to them? And they're expected to tell me I'm pretty and then what? What's that suppose to do? Make me feel like I matter? To them?? What's the fucking point of any of this? And I'm surrounded by these excited screeching girls who are over the moon that he looks at her, of all people, held her hand, said she was so beautiful. What tf is this??? Is this what people do? Is this what joy looks like? I don't think joy comes in a form I'm equipped to consume and if that's what it looks like I don't want it.

I was just felt ridiculous, all dolled up in the corset I spent the better part of a month working to fit into because of course I need to lose weight and it's been the only thing I can think about for the past 10 months (10 years if I'm being honest) but apparently this was enough to strengthen my resolve. Idk, It just rings hollow to me. But maybe it's because I'm hollow. I'd like to think of myself as the thoughtful one out of my friends but maybe I'm just the cynical one. All these insights and disclosures seem to be at the expense of my own joy and I can't seem to wrap my head around what exactly is the point of all of this if it makes me feel even more horrible.

And not so much horrible as I feel utterly alien. As beautiful as I'm told I am the eyes and mind I was born with weren't designed to consume reality. I wish I could be a delulu stan. I wish I was afforded the grace of being so in love with myself that I think the world is too. That I could ever think I was anything but a lumbering oafish loser standing next to this dude I thought was unspeakably attractive or an overstimulated oddball for running through the hitouch line because I'm literally freaking tf out and want it to be over as soon as possible. I can't help but look at the snapshots from the concert and cringe. It's like looking at a tryptophobia trigger, I can't stop despite the immense discomfort it elicits. A form of self flagelltion for disobeying the dogma of an institution I was never meant to be a part of. And the kicker is I don't even want to fucking be here. I'm just visiting womanhood, casually consuming it so that maybe this shit will mean something to me. I mean look at me. There is nothing endearing or cute or attractive about the way I look. I'm just this weird kid trying not to be weird and failing in front of people I hold in high esteem. I'm much too big, much too intense, much too me to be a person to whom this experience truly belongs, to be someone who even remotely belongs here. This literally had me remeasuring my own height because I couldn't have possibly grown from last time, had I really gaslit myself into believing these men towered over me? I can't suspend my disbelief enough to feel like this is anything but thinly veiled transaction nor can I immerse myself enough to overcome my inability to read others' expressions to intuit how they feel about me. I've never been one for reading between the lines so an experience like this is hand crafted to be both overwhelming and underwhelming I'm ways that are hilariously disorienting and depressing.

I feel ridiculous for thinking that I was normal. For wanting to be normal and wating to enjoy a, while certainly not common, still rather unremarkable interaction. I think I wanted to be laughed at because at least that's an expression I understand, regardless of how someone feels about you making them laugh seems to overcome some level of decorum, it's the sliver of raw humanity that breaks through our built affects, the masks we wear to pretend we're civilized. I'm afraid that with as many masks and proxies that I've so painstakingly designed that the mask is only as convincing as its wearer and the fact that I've never been human means my masks aren't either.

#journal #the big shrink #agender #nonbinary #they/them #kpop #kpop concert #gender dysphoria #body dysmorphia

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 4 years

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A random prince fells in love at first sight with Yuu and, kinda like Eliza, immediately forces them to marry him. Yuu refuses and tries to fight back but the prince hypnotizes them with magic to make them more docile and make them believe they're in love and such. The first years gang, confused in the first place at why tf Yuu is suddenly accepting the wedding and acting so numb, discovers the deception and decides to crash into the party to save them and kick the prince's butt

I had lots of fun writing this one! Thank you very much for the request, Anon!

...And in my humble opinion, Shrek 2 is objectively and unironically the best Shrek you know, before the franchise became a massive meme.

“I object to this wedding...!!”

Pre-Wedding Jitters

“HAAAAAH?! YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED?!”

None of the first years can believe it when you tell them of your engagement--especially Ace and Deuce.

“Who are you even getting hitched to?!” Ace demands to know, shaking you by the shoulders.

“My one true love,” you mumble back, a dazed look on your face. “Prince Charming...”

“...Prince Charming?” Jack repeats, brows knitting together. “That RSA alumnus that was at our last Magical Shift tournament? That Prince Charming?”

“Isn’t he the creep that was bothering you?” Deuce asks, wincing at the memory. “The guy that wouldn’t take no for an answer?”

“That’s the guy...” Epel mutters.

“THAT SCOUNDREL THAT PUT HIS HANDS ON YOU, WITHOUT CONSENT?!” Sebek looks like he’s about to pop a blood vessel.

“My one true love...” you repeat, oblivious to your friends’ comments.

“Something ain’t right here,” Ace declares. “You’re not pulling our leg, are you? Cuz if you are, this prank isn’t very funny!”

You continue to babble about your one true love, and how he is arranging the wedding as they speak. Is it just them, or do the first years see hearts in your pupils? Are you really that much in love?

The boys exchange exchange weary looks with one another and make a silent agreement to investigate further into this matter.

The week of the wedding, you set off to meet with your beloved husband-to-be.

Meanwhile, Sebek has stumbled across an old tome in the Diasomnia archives, detailing of a potent love poison--a poison which imparts emotional numbness and heart-shaped pupils on those afflicted with it.

An “I do” and a kiss at the wedding altar will make the effects permanent.

Sebek nearly tears off the doors to Ace, Deuce, Jack, and Epel’s rooms to deliver the news. “GET UP!” he roars. “WE HAVE A WEDDING TO CRASH!”

But there’s only a few days left at this point, and there’s no time to find transportation to the venue on such short notice. They’ll never make it in time, even on Epel’s horses.

“Wait--I think I know a guy,” Deuce interrupts their panicking. He turns to his rival with a wicked smile. “Ace-kun--remember what Trey-senpai said the other day?”

A similar smile spreads onto Ace’s face. “Oh yeah, Deuce-kun...he knows the Muffin Man. The Muffin Man that lives on Drury Lane.”

The Crashing

You’re dressed in a tiara and sparkling jewelry, donning a diamond dotted gown and a crystal netted veil, making your way down the aisle.

The music is a wedding march in C minor, but you can’t seem to properly appreciate it. Sounds seems to filter in one year and go right out the other.

Your mind is hazy, and you can’t seem to think or see anything besides your husband-to-be, who awaits for you at the end of the aisle with a massive grin.

All of a sudden, a knight bursts into the venue and scrambles to your husband-to-be’s side.

Prince Charming seems to be annoyed and tries to usher the knight away--but the knight is suddenly in hysterics about a giant gingerbread man attacking the castle.

A monstrous roar fills the venue, and the entire place rattles (as a flaming gumdrop button pelts the castle). The guests--and the prince--panic. The impact is followed by loud shouting.

It is Sebek who is perched on the giant gingerbread man’s shoulder, yelling orders over the wind, Ace and Deuce on the other shoulder. Epel and Jack are racing on a white horse beside them.

The knights are starting to close the drawbridge--but the gingerbread man grabs it and pries it open, just long enough for Ace, Deuce, Epel, and Jack to slip in.

“GO, GO, GO!” Sebek shouts after them. Already, he has his magical pen out and is preparing a lightning spell. Sparks fly as Sebek lets his magic loose.

Knights rush to stop the incoming intruders--Epel hops off the horse and stands between them and his friends.

“O-Oi...! What are you--”

But to everyone’s surprise, the knights skid to a stop and begin cooing at how cute Epel is.

That makes it easy for Epel to knock three of them out with powerful jets of water from his magical pen.

Jack groans and dismounts, also drawing his pen. He glances at Ace and Deuce. “...Go without us. We’ll keep them back.”

Ace whips up powerful winds to blow the doors to the wedding venue open--and together, he and Deuce storm in, fire roaring in their blood.

“We’re here to pick up our friend!” they announce in unison, pointing their magical pens accusingly at Prince Charming.

For all of his bragging and hollering, Prince Charming is actually very weak. Deuce sprints right up to him to deck him in the face, then buries him and his remaining knights in cauldrons.

All of the guests are far too paralyzed with shock and fear to intervene as Ace ushers you toward the door.

The Aftermath

You don’t fully understand what is happening when the first years grab you and climb onto the shoulders of a giant gingerbread man to take you home.

“My true love...” you say, your arm weakly reaching out for him. The castle grows farther and farther away in the distance.

“Yeah, yeah! Put a sock in it already!” Ace groans, seizing your hand and squeezing it. His eyes soften. “We’re right here for you, (Y/N). We’re right here, so quit your yammerin’.”

You stare at where your hand and Ace’s are connected. “...true love?”

“The love poison will wear off in a few hours,” Sebek reports with a nod, leaning against the gingerbread man. “Thank goodness for that.”

“...It’s been a long night,” Jack sighs. “Like something out of a fever dream.”

“No kiddin’,” Epel says--but his eyes sparkling. “That was so much fun...!!”

“I know I sure had fun slugging that creep,” Deuce agrees.

Slowly, but surely, the cloud over your mind dissipates.

When everything is clear again, you collapse, crying, into your friends’ arms.

Who needs true love when you’ve got the best of friends by your side? They’re the heroes you’ve always needed.

#twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #Ace Trappola #Deuce Spade #Epel Felmier #Jack Howl #Sebek Zigvolt #Shrek 2 #Reader #self insert #wedding crashing #twisted wonderland headcanons

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skinks · 4 years

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Please Please talk to me about Maggie Tozier and what she’s like and looks like and what Dilfworth Tozier loves about her and made him put a ring on it and in general how much her two boys love her and how she loves them.

[cracks knuckles] here we go

I was looking through my copy of the book yesterday to answer this ask but then I figured, y’know what? Canon can suck it. I tend to beat myself up over accurate characterisation for Richie and Eddie, but they’re main characters, Maggie and Went are not, so the details are inconsequential. Their ages in the Dilfworth fic mean that they’d have a pretty different life experience from their book versions, what with growing up in the 60s/70s, but imo all that matters is that they love Richie and are good parents. Canon is ours now!!!

- my no.1 headcanon rn is that Maggie sings like an angel, and sings all the time. In the car, in the shower, gardening, housework, cooking. She and Went have a pretty good record collection, but if Went is listening to something and hears Maggie singing to herself in another room of the house he shuts that shit off quick so he can hear her.

- I wrote in ithots that Richie busts out into song at the drop of a hat, right? well, where Richie gets encouragement with his Voices through Went participating, Richie gets his incessant singing from Maggie, because he grew up in a household where that was welcomed.

- Maggie doesn’t even notice she’s doing it until Richie joins in, or she turns around and sees Went gazing at her all dopey, and she gets self-conscious

- until Went is like “I don’t know why. You know I think you’re a songbird” and then grins and calls her Magpie. She says stop. He says, Maggie-pie? She throws a dishcloth at him but secretly loves it because she fell in love with how frank and practical he is most of the time, but also how silly he is only when it comes to her and Richie.

- he only calls her that when they’ve had one too many anyway, otherwise it’s all sweetheart, honey, darling, Mags. Marguerite, in Richie’s stupid French Waiter Voice. “Yes ma’am” for when he’s rearranging her guts. Maggie’s the one to call him “my love” the first time, but she said it kinda exaggerated and jokey, and Maggie just doesn’t joke the way Went and Richie do so Richie noticed the way his dad just cracked tf up and was like wow, Mom must be really, really funny

- so y’know how Richie calls Eddie “my love” in the book, and is generally quite physically affectionate? He picks all that up from his parents, watching their example. Wants to make Eddie laugh like that

- for some reason I always imagine she speaks like, French or Italian fluently. I’m stealing @honeyreynolds hc that her maiden name is Avery for Tex Avery, but maybe her own mother was European. She tries to speak French with Richie as a baby/toddler so that he’ll be bilingual, and she’s so proud/frustrated because he’s clearly smart and has a knack for linguistic imitation, but his attention span is just. Non existent

- still makes lil kid Richie giggle by doing exaggerated Italian and making him guess what she’s saying

- I think she’s pretty elegant and reserved and almost shy on the surface with a rly wry sense of humour, so people tend to think she’s snooty, but she’s just... so concerned with keeping the peace and not saying anything bad about someone. Tries to see the best in people. This can lead to a lot of embarrassment when Went is so upfront and medical-frank about stuff or if Richie’s being a dumbass in public, but really she just envies their typically masculine lack of inhibition

- this is because she’s got this killer wicked streak. Maggie’s got a hidden well of scathing diatribes and Went knows it because

- they met on a plane in 1971 when Maggie was flying back to college for her final semester of senior year, and the man in the seat next to her started having an attack of some kind. The stewardesses appeal desperately for any doctors on board, nobody answers. Anyone at all? We’ll have to land the plane! Maggie’s trying to slowly shift away from this man and his spasms without seeming rude when she hears a deep sigh in the seat behind her and someone saying “I’m ethically bound to admit I have a licence in dentistry,” in a voice like he’s in on some joke nobody else knows.

- this guy unfolds the longest legs she’s ever seen and comes to squat right next to her and her apparently dying seat partner, she notices he’s nice looking and keeps glancing at her, there’s banter. Eventually he shrugs and is like “imo this man has a bad case of wind.” And Maggie just TEARS Went a new one like oh nice diagnosis DOCTOR DENTIST where’s your seatside manner?!?! what kind of name is WENTWORTH anyway! and Went’s like 👀😳😍 and then the dying man lets out a giant fart and Maggie recoils, all her pretty poise and indignation turning to base disgust and Went bursts out laughing and offers her the seat next to him

- turns out his first residency is in the next town from Maggie’s college. She’s only dated preppy meatheads before who only ever tried to flatter her and stopped listening when she talked about her music theory degree or the books she likes. But Went always grins and side-eyes her and cranks the volume whenever Maggie May comes on the hits station, because then she’ll whack him with a book. She’s so SWEET he loves goading her into releasing some more of that plane rage, like one day she’s prowling on the edge of a rant about her TA and trying to be reasonable. Went’s like, do it. You’ll feel better. So she fuckin rants her head off for ten minutes until her hair’s all dark and wild like an Arthurian queen and she looks over at Went reclining all impressed on her dorm bed and he’s like. I have never been more in love in my life. Can you sit on my face and make fun of my name again

- so yeah they’re both like, quietly distinguished and outwardly calm model citizens of Derry but in private Went is the fuckin roastmaster and is Maggie’s outlet for frustration whenever housewife suburbia gets too much

- I always picture her as having dark and quite curled hair, sort of Lauren Bacall eyes, and she’s probably tall too. Like 5’8 to Went’s 6’0 or 6’1 which is why Richie turns out to be 6’2 lmao. A family of giants. Honestly the whole time I was writing the Dilfworth fic I was imagining Mary Elizabeth Winstead, that’s my early-30s Maggie that Went is so excited to come home he’s stocking up on condoms. God I bet she’s got some of those single dark beauty mark freckles on her stomach 🥵 Wears hats with big brims. Sundresses. Secretly likes to pretend she’s on a mysterious trip to Rome as she sits in the park watching Richie catch dragonflies. Maybe when she’s older and Richie’s a teenager she looks kinda like Olivia Williams, bc I’ve had a big milfy thing for her ever since she was the mother in the 2003 Peter Pan.

- most kids in Derry have a crush on either Richie’s mom or dad or both and this is unfortunately quite damaging to his self esteem, even though Maggie INSISTS he’s just so handsome. She hates seeing him so insecure

- she tried pot once in college and hated it. The only times she comes close to getting hammered is on book club wine because it’s the only way she can get through them asserting the female orgasm doesn’t exist, then she comes home mildly tipsy and joins in on Went and Richie’s raucous game of cards

- felt a bit left out when Richie was small, with how well Went was able to go along with the silliness. Went sees this and gets Richie to make up a game where she’s Queen Margaret of the Tozier Court and made Richie a knight. They all spoke in bad Medieval Voices all afternoon, and it becomes one of those super long-running family jokes, and Maggie still feels all happy inside whenever Queen Margaret comes up

- ruthless decision maker!!! She had to be, because Went’s so laidback he’s horizontal and is always like “idc what we do as long as you guys are chill” and Richie can’t concentrate long enough to pick what colour gumball he wants, so she has to be staff sargeant. They go to Disneyland and she’s like C’MON BOYS HUP HUP HUP and Went’s like “oh cripes son we’re being hustled!!” but they love it as much as she loves them doing what she says

- great cook because of her indeterminidely Mediterranean mother.

- she genuinely wants to understand Richie’s strangeness but is also stumped as to what to do to bond with him, since she can only think of things she’d do with a daughter. She WANTS to brush Richie’s curls and bake with him but she thinks he wouldn’t like it, so they stick with singing. Is delighted when Eddie very politely and very intensely asks for her help making Richie a birthday cake. She sees how different they are together, and remembers Richie coming home at 5 years old declaring he was gonna marry Eddie Kaspbrak when he grows up, and she thinks... well, if I must have a son-in-law, I would love this one as much as I love my son.

#maggie tozier #richie tozier #wentworth tozier #ficlet

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funkymbtifiction · 5 years

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MBTI’ing the OTP: Valentine’s Day Special

By Mysterylover123

These are just my personal ships, FYI - you don’t like em, no problem. Just thought I’d analyze the MBTI types of all my faves. Happy Valentine’s Day.

Friends: Chandler and Monica - ISFJ & ESFJ

If I had to pick my idea of a great IRL romance, this would be it. Best friends who fall in love. Chandler is the ISFJ, hesitant, eager to be liked, sticking to his guns and more practical in some ways than Monica. Monica has been typed as both ESTJ & ESFJ, and I can see a case for both - she’s ESFJ on this site and ESTJ on others. Either way, she’s more controlling and uptight than Chandler, but in some ways less practical and more emotion-driven. They make an interesting couple that works surprisingly well, who manage to balance out each others’ strengths and weaknesses nicely.

Steven Universe: Ruby and Sapphire - ESTP & INFJ

The OTP to end them all, Ruby and Sapphire are an interesting case of opposites attracting. They have the exact inverted functions of each other, Se-Ti-Fe-Ni, and combine to form the ISTP Garnet. Ruby is impulsive and Sapphire sees the future. Ruby is aggressive and Sapphire patient. They’re a great match, though potentially volatile since they’re so opposite and yet so similar. It makes crazy sense for characters with inverted functions to form a permafusion.

Harry/Ginny (ISFP/ESTP)

Everyone has a HP OTP, it seems, and mine is HG. These two have a pretty classic MBTI romance combination - both SP artisans, who like living in the moment and are often impulsive. Harry is more emotional and broody and Ginny is more logical and practical. One interesting point that I think makes these two compatible is that Harry’s Fi makes him hard to talk to and comfort easily; it takes someone with extraordinary tact and patience to get him to communicate, and Ginny has that as a Ti/Fe user - a strong perception of others’ needs. Makes them pretty perfect for each other.

Swarkles Robin/Barney (ISTP/ENTP)

These two have a rather unusual combination of MBTI - Both high Ti users but different perceiving functions. Robin, the ISTP, is a clear pragmatist who has difficulty with emotions. Barney is a big idea guy who bounces from one thing to the next endlessly, with the philosophy that new is always better. Both are a bit on the impulse, fun-loving side in this case, making for a very whacky couple with lots of sitcom adventures. Favorite line between them: “I’m such a mess, why do you even like me?” “I guess cause you’re almost as messed up as I am.”

Buffy/Faith (ESFP/ESTP)

Time to put my Buffy-verse OTPs out there! Once upon a time, I did ship Spuffy, but I’ve turned to the Fuffy side of things as time went by. Anyway, Buffy and Faith are both Se noms who love action and living in the moment. This goes badly for them in “Bad Girls” but there is a certain degree of mutual understanding between two Se doms. The difference is their T/F functions - Faith is utilitarian and Buffy inwardly moral. However, as the series goes on they come to a better understanding of each other. I always enjoy their chemistry, even if they don’t get to be canon.

Angel/Cordelia (ISFJ/ESTJ)

My biggest Buffy-verse OTP, one most people don’t get into without seeing the spinoff show Angel. But Cangel has my heart. I love slow-burn friendship ships. Anyway, the MBTI. Both strong Si users, but with a nice balance between them; Angel has the ideals and empathy that influence Cordelia to be a kinder person with his Si/Fe; Cordy has the grounded practicality to keep Angel from disappearing into broodiness, and they balance each other out perfectly for the first 3 seasons of the show. Definitely love this one and always angry at Whedon for not letting it happen.

Daria/Jane (INFP/ISFP)

Don’t know if y’all have seen Daria, but check it out of you have the time. It’s great. Anyway, another one with two of the same dominant functions: Both Fi’s. This means they’re both highly moral introverts who love artistic expression but struggle with expressing feelings aloud. That’s Daria and Jane, all right. The contrasting perceiving functions show in how Jane is more willing to engage in the world and give stuff (cheerleading at one point) a try, while Daria is more hesitant and less engaged. I do ship them - they’re best friends and the show wasn’t shy about teasing them. Noncanon ship here.

Clois - Clark Kent/Lois Lane (ISFP/ESTP)

I love these two in any incarnation - I’m a sucker for bickering friends to lovers - but my favorite is Smallville. The same MBTI makeup as Harry/Ginny earlier - I guess I like this combination. Again, part of what makes it work is the similar perceiving functions, but nicely balanced TF opposites. FI can get a little brooding and introverted on itself, while Ti/Fe can sometimes become too pragmatic and insensitive, so they help each other out in a lot of ways. Something about Clark/Lois just works for me - another pairing of a sweetheart dreamer and a snarky pragmatist who bicker because they care.

Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy (ESFP/ENFJ)

My favorite incarnation of these two is the animated series version - they have such great chemistry there and Timm says they are canon here. Anyway, this combo is rather frequent in fiction, ENFJ often paired off with high Se users for some reason. Ivy as the ENFJ has a lot of tact, perception and motherly behavior that helps her sweet-talk and care for the impulsive and damaged Harley. Harley, the ESFP, has a certain knack for connecting to others, and helps Ivy avoid becoming too misanthropic, since Ivy kinda hates humans in general. Great pair of wicked gal pals.

Frasier’s Niles/Daphne (INFJ/ENFP)

One of my rare pairings with complete opposite functions. But in some ways my very first OTP. They’re both Intuitive dominants, dreamers with their minds in the clouds, who are attracted to each other but take forever to act on it in any way. Both are emotionally driven - Niles outwardly, Daphne inwardly - with strong personal ethics; tertiary Thinking functions, and inferior Sensing functions. They’re definitely opposites attract, but with a caveat of perfectly aligning functions. I love this ship so damn much; it’s such a great mix of hot chemistry and tender love.

Spider-Man and Mary Jane Watson (INTP/ENFP)

Peter and MJ have many different incarnations, with varying functions. The consistent seems to be that Peter uses some kind of Ti (ISFJ, ISTP, ESTP, INTP) and is usually an introvert, while MJ is an extrovert with a strong intuitive function (ENFP/ENFJ) or occasionally adapted into an ISFP. Either way, my favorite version is the comics, which lean towards the first interpretation. As an iNTP I get along well with the ENFPs in my life, but more importantly I love this pairing too. High Ne combo that sees the possibilities in the world, and the classic Ti/Te balance.

MCU Stucky - Steve/Bucky (ISFJ/ESTP)

I have some other MM slash pairs, but they’re mostly from anime so they’re not on this list. Anyway, Stucky. Both Fe/Ti users, with dominant sensing functions of different perceptions. Steve is more of a stick-to-it kinda guy, Bucky is more willing to try other options (this pops up a lot in their interactions, with Bucky suggestion different Paths and Steve not backing down. Who says Se’s are more stubborn than Si’s?). There is a great devotion between the two, though. I know it won’t be canon but that never stopped anyone from shipping before.

Gravity falls Dipper/Pacifica (INTJ/ESTJ)

Another noncanon one. This is a very unusual combo, I can’t think of many stories that even have these two types. Both are high Te users, which in this case practically guarantees a Bickering Sexual Tension kind of relationship. Both are pragmatic and long-term planners, with Dipper being an Ni-dom who overplans and over-thinks everything, Pacifica a strong pragmatist. Both are Type A’s with a lot in common, who learn from each other. His stronger Fi function helps her come to terms with her lower Fi, and act morally. It’s very sweet.

Parks and Recreation Andy/April (ENFP/INTP?)

I’m a little uncertain of April’s type, since I’ve seen lots of different typings for her across the board. My best guess for now is INTP. Another pairing I just adore, this time canon and married. They’ve got just a great balance, both being impulsive dreamers but one more openly affectionate and the other more reticent and practical. These two just work well together - balanced and loving and supportive. The strong Ne they both share (I think they do) makes for some great vague and impractical connections. I fell in love with this ship right away, as soon as my cousin showed me the episode where they move in with Ben.

CSI Grissom/Catherine (INTP/ESTP)

Grillows is another ship that I regret not being Canon, since they have some serious chemistry. Both are strong Ti users, practical and analytical, but with contrasting perceiving functions. He likes theories, she likes to go out and do. This creates that kind of contrasting Holmes and Watson style duo between them, though Grissom is not always right, and Catherine tends to balance out his more theoretical and distant attitude nicely. She can make mistakes too, like being too impulsive or emotional, but it always feels like there’s good points on each side.

Pride and Prejudice: Elizabeth/Darcy (ENFP/INTJ)

One ship that me and Charity (and let’s face it, most people) share. They just work so perfectly together. Two intuitive dominants with big ideas, similarly blunt Te manners of analyzing and addressing logic, and reticent Fi that makes it hard for them to just talk about their feelings. The journey from bad first impression to happy ending is so enthralling every time. Austen definitely created a timeless winner with this one.

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I Just Saw the Wicked 2019 Touring Cast and Boy Howdy, am I excited to Rant! (All Good things!)

There's a lot so buckle up your seatbealts!

So, first off, this was my first time seeing the show *cough cough* legally *cough* and I was amazed.

I instantly fell in love with the big metal dragon and nearly screamed when it moved and started blowing smoke out of its nose, as my Grandpa lied and told me, even though he's seen it 4 times, that the dragon was just decoration.

I love that the first solid 5 minutes of the show are just winged monkeys running around on the stage and looking concerned at one another before the opening number starts.

Glinda, played by Erin Mackey, was my WIFE.

During her first speaking part of "No one Mourns the Wicked," she got stuck on her big metal bubble and the ensemble had to crowd around her to help her get off, which, because coming off of the bubble was her cue to continue, led to a really long silence. But it kinda fit and showed that she hesitated to celebrate Elphaba's death so yeah! I just thought it was adorable and I admire how she was able to turn it into a cool window into her character!

When Elphaba, played by Mariand Torres, entered we all screamed for a solid 3 minutes and, after seeing her performance, she deserved a solid 8 more. I loved her so much!

I loved her early performance of Elphaba at Shiz because she played her as an angry little bean that snapped at everyone and everything instead of just shy and quiet and it worked so well, especially with how overprotective she was of Nyssa.

A girl literally faints upon seeing Elphaba and I can relate cause she was SO PRETTY!

Mariand's "Wizard and I" was so powerful and emotional at the same time I just wanted to pick her up and keep her! <3

THE 👏 GLINDA 👏 AND 👏 ELPHABA👏 HEIGHT👏 DIFFERENCE!

Usually you see Elphaba portrayed as tall while Glinda is shorter but, because Mariand was a tiny angel and Erin was a tall goddess who literally towered over Fierro without heels, it was quite the opposite and I l o v e d every second of "What is this Feeling" because of it.

I would die for tiny little ball of angry Elphaba and Tall, regal, princess Glinda holding her back from fighting everyone who dares look at them funny and you can pry them out of my cold dead hands.

Mariand did the thing where she mimicked Glinda for the "Your Voice" line and made it extra squeaky and I died.

She also, whenever Glinda had her back turned, copied her with a stupid little kicking dance and tossed her hair way too frantically and I fell in love.

For the "boo", Elphaba had to look directly up and jump at Glinda because she was so short and I squealed

Oh my God. C U R T. H A N S E N. This man was in Big Time Rush and I can not picture Fierro's entrance without the theme song ever again. (Bruh, Chill)

His choreo also had some "not-so-subtle" scarecrow like poses and taps.

Dude, he played him as such a snotty little twink and I loved it! He almost knocked down the statue in the center like eight times during "Dancing Through Life!"

His mic also made him sound like he was under water for a total of one (1) line and I snorted.

Nyssa, (sorry Mili Diaz, you were incredible and I love you,) Please exit my server.

Glinda made at least 16 Tik Tok references and I know, it's not towards the app because duh, but I'm still very conflicted.

Elphaba was S O mad at the scene with Dr. Dillamond I was so proud and in love!

E L P H A B A ' S D A N C E!

It was so good and pure and when Glinda joined she made it look so graceful!

And Elphaba looked very doubtful at first but then she looked around at everyone doing her dance and back at Glinda and she had the biggest smile on her face and tears in her eyes because she was accepted for something and it was beautiful!

Only Boc's mic was really working at this part so the "Let's DAAAANCE" reverberated deeply into my soul and stayed there for a really long time.

Popular was superb and I literally cried.

Literally.

When Erin got out of breath, she fell on the floor and just layed there for 16 counts breathing really heavily into the mic. Pure Poetry

Glinda suffocated Elphaba with hugs to her throat and swung her around like a rag doll while she just glared angry and helpless.

During "Don't Make me laugh" Glinda pushed her hand into Elphaba's face and gently and slowly set her back on her bed and if that ain't the biggest mood.

So many kicks and giggles I LOVE ERIN MACKEY!

When Glinda fell into Elphaba's arms crying after Fierro ran away at the train scene she took up half of her body and I just needed to write that out.

The egg-like Emerald City suits without arms that extended their necks and twirled them like lassos. Need I say more?

Elphaba's teary smile at "Finally, no one's looking or staring at me!" And then Glinda takes off her glasses and grabs her hand saying that she looked as beautiful as an emerald and... A C K

Upon meeting the scary robo wizard, Glinda got scared and tried to hide her 5'9 body behind little 5'1 Elphie and she looked so protective and ready to throw down I loved it!

Monkeys. Monkeys. Monkeys.

"Let her go! It's not her that you want! Its ME!" She sounded so powerful and angry I would die for her.

The part where Elphaba's begging Glinda to go with her but she's too focused on the fact that she's shaking and ties that spooky cape around her shoulders.

Mariand's "Defying Gravity" was so strong and beautiful with all of her God-tier belts and riffs I could not stop smiling and when she finally flies I yelped because you always hear about how cool it is and looks but then you really S E E it and it's beyond words! I had to do nothing and breathe for a second afterwards to find my bearings!

I loved Erin's "Thank Goodness" a lot. She poured a lot of emotion and beautiful vocals into it and just... god, she's gorgeous!

At the part where Elphaba appeared in the closet in Nyssa's office and the mirror became see through I heard a kid behind me exclaim "Zoo Wee Mama" and I won't be the same.

I don't remember Nyssa being so horrible but... *shrug* She gets it from her Dad I guess.

I love that Boc's reaction to finding out Nyssa can walk is just, "oh, good! Now you can work on this whole walking thing and get tf away from me! This worked out perfectly!" Same, boi.

I loved! LOVED! Nyssa Rose's song with a passion and the way her words get all twisted and angry literally talking about how she's going to rip Boc's heart out for leaving her and it gave me a good amount of spooks.

"Don't say I'm beautiful. You don't need to lie to me." B A B Y

"My Family has a Castle! No one lives there or will see us besides the guards!" "Where do you live, now?" "... The other castle." Oh sweetie.

Glinda, you deserve so much more than scarecrow boy and I would die for you!

Elphaba's voice drops at least 8 octaves during her line in "As long as Your Mine" The "For the first time I feel...

Wicked

I have never been more physically and emotionally attracted to a green lady Other than Princess Fiona

Also, there was so much smoke during that song that I could hear some Orchestra members cough.

During that scene with Elphaba's and Glinda's argument at Nyssa's "Funeral", while preparing to fight Glinda twirls her wand and strikes at Elphie like she came out of the Karate Kid.

Elphaba's witch laugh after Glinda slaps her followed by the most serious "Feel Better?"

Both Fierro and Glinda yell at Elphaba to leave before she gets hurt and I feel things because of that.

While Fierro is fake/real threatening Glinda with a gun, she just tearfully shakes her head in a silent plea and he INSTANTLY drops his gun. I love 'em

The way Glinda's "Fierro" melts into Elphaba's "FIERRROOO!" Love.

"No Good Deed" will always be my favorite song. ITS SO GOOD! Mariand's voice was incredible and her riffs and belts added so much!

During Elphaba's little "let all of OZ be agreed I'm wicked through and through," she makes her voice all scary and raspy, but it melts back into her own voice and beautiful despair at "since I can not succeed, Fierro saving you!"

NO GOOD DEED! 10/10 LOTSA SMOKE

March of the Witch hunters always has and will give me chills. Nothing more to say. Just one good bop.

This is the part where I cry too much.

"For Good" was gorgeous and I cried. A lot. A lot.

Elphaba kisses Glinda's hands and wipes her tears away.

Glinda runs her hands across and straightens Elphaba's hat and OH MY GOD!

It hurts how frantically Elphaba hides Glinda to protect her! Side note, I would also die for Chistery.

At their final moments together, Elphaba blows Glinda a kiss and then proceeds to get "murdered" in a really cool way by Dorthy.

Glinda's "Elphie!?" Is so tragic and panicked I was struggling to make it through, and then she grabbed her hat and cried into it and I was long gone.

Fierro adopts spooky Scarecrow movements at the end which I think is really cool and he also mimics Elphaba's "Don't lie to me!" Line.

Before Elphaba leaves, she becomes entranced by Glinda's beautiful singing, like she's thinking of telling her she's okay, but then she turns around and walks through the door with Fierro.

The last thing we see of Elphaba is her wearing her signature hat and walking into dust with Fierro. The last thing we see of Glinda is her sobbing into Elphaba's book in her bubble.

In conclusion, IM NOT OKAY!

Nah, Fam! But seriously! Mariand and Erin's vocals and performances were to die for! It succeeded my wildest expectations! I had so much fun and would 100% recommend seeing the show if you haven't seen it or want to see it a 19th time. Both are just as valid. :)

#wicked #wicked 2019 #glinda upland #elphaba #wicked the musical #musicals #fierro #wizard of oz #erin mackey #mariand torres #glinda the good #elphaba x glinda #glinda wicked #wicked witch #curt hansen #musicals 2019

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polygon-streams · 5 years

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May 2nd 2019- Donk Souls

Summary: Pat plays Dark Souls again with our lovable protagonist, Magnum Kong Jr. New environments and monster types are explored (and some cool hats)!

Pat starts in and makes a face at the camera. Eyes wide, staring in glee, the game boots up

Pat acknowledges new subs, mocked the “Hey boy!” clip as it played

Snorkel_the_Dolphin is a rare game historian on twitter, subbed to Pat

Since MK was finished last stream, we’re doing Donk Souls for this stream

Typically saves parts ahead of where we were last stream, so that he has played that part of the game before stream; didn’t this time

Boots on music: Donkey Kong Tropical Freeze soundtrack

I forgot what the character looked like until he panned back to the game lmaoooo

Recap: we are on the road of sacrifices, w nasty lil bird freaks in it (they sprout from the ground and show one of their wings)

“Luckily, we have the biggest fucking hammer in the world to hit them with” (It’s actually a mace)

Pat thinks he’s gonna switch his primary weapons to be a sword and the big hammer

Pat appreciates whistling, especially w vibrato

Brushy is very good at whistling, so can Faith. Pat asks which one can whistle deeper, then tries to whistle deeply. Deepest whistle is throat singing, in Pat’s opinion

Fun fact: Pat used to be able to throat sing, but won’t on stream bc it’s very loud and he thinks he can’t anymore (I don’t care if he can) (I want to see a throat-singing Pat)

Loves the bird-people noises coming from in-the-game

Pat games over: “I got sloppy”

Pat talks about the “Thank you Sonic for 200” tweet (i don’t know what that is). People upset about bad appearance of Sonic, but Pat doesn’t think it’s gonna make a difference bc the script will still be bad. Would be more angry if your perfect image of Sonic is put in a terrible movie

Got over for uncanny valley for Pikachu bc the script seems fine, and proportions are still the same, just moved to a different format

Asks brushy if he’s allowed to have a fursona. Pat thinks he has a bird-sona. A crow or a tired dog. Maybe a borzoi, but doesn’t think he’s elegant enough

Hot take: borzoi’s are the dumbest dogs. Pat loves this

Dipped for a bit here

Doesn’t like rowdy DK music. “This is stressing me tf out”. Sets the music to be more chill. Appreciates pan flute of new song

Talks about spaghetti tech. Proper way to eat spaghetti involves swirling spaghetti between a fork and a spoon. Makes it more convenient, so that spaget doesn’t slide off. Pat has never had rare spaghetti, but has had al dente penne. Al dente spaghetti sounds hard bc hard to wrap around fork

Got a new hat, but dirty af

Finds new crab boss. “Crab hit hard!” Pat loses 1st time, but wins and gets swamp ring

Had to leave for a bit here

Someone got the voice actor for snake to say that “pee is stored in the balls” in his solid snake voice. Pat approves this, so that actor can make the most of the voice

Destroys a man’s book collection because he wouldn’t come back to his camp because he was “too stupid”. Then comes back to kill him.

“I would never put on a ring to make me smart. Magnum jr. would never do that”

The music in this part of the stream slaps in particular

“Cool hat logan”

Mentions how it started to rain outside and how it’s nice to be comfy inside!

Drinkin’ a real piece of shit beer here tonight

“It’s not a bud light it's a budweiser, bud heavy”

Mentions how here’s never had coke and pepsi together before but wants to and probably will soon, perhaps on stream

Goes to fight crystal sage (a boss he hasn’t beaten yet)

Only coke he enjoys is mexican coke rn (which is arguably the best)

Someone knocks on his door so he goes to see who it is, causing chat to go piss crazy

Comes back and says “what did you do faith” she said she drinks grinch soda, or groda, causing her to get timed out

Looks for good armor but refuses to wear one because the ass. is. not. open.

“Let’s go fight a bowass”

The music then turns to what i can only describe as what a classy clown would listen to. Still slaps tho

Has a boss fight that looks like a big ol whack a mole fight with the crystal sage

Makes a small mistake and dies “I got so stupid”

“This time we’ll just be 5% less stupid and 100% more victorious”

Mocks the boss enemies in a new york accent “ya think you’re better than me? Just cuz you know how to read some magical runes you think you’re better than me?”

Makes the sub “yee” noise when he gained a new sub

Watched The Matrix last night and said it held up and was still a good movie

Defeats the boss and sets a bonfire

Mentions how he loves keanu reeves and how he's essentially just doing what he wants

Also mentions how he already got tickets for the new John Wick movie

Says they did a really good job making it seem like a violent, horrible experience to wake up from being in the matrix.

Says he doesn’t really know which way he’s going and he’s just going!

“Hey who’s that?” as he jumps down from a cliff to attack an enemy

“I got the knives in my back, fake friends”

“I know they’re fake friends because real friends would stab me in the front” pat,,,no

Gives an update to his bathroom and says workers are still working and are isolating the ceiling problem and he hopes it’ll be over soon

He really did “hewwo” to us huh

Thanks dark souls for giving a good level design in a fight “love it, yes, excellent, perfect”

Sighs and says you can not pet the dog

Moves to a shield to help in fighting

Chat spams donuts

Memeshart begs for pat to go in a building, but Pat’s just gonna keep exploring

Finally goes into building after exploring

I have to do something urgent right now!

Character says “Redayy be careful”; Pat mocks it (I dunno what he actually said, that’s just what it sounded like)

He goes to level up Magnum jr., and buy stuff he couldn’t buy previously. Bought a really big hat that was totally worth it. Unfortunately, it covers up Magnum Jr’s face. Realizes he can’t level up yet bc he has more souls to burn

Pat admits he has not had a lot of Japanese soft drinks, largely bc people probably don’t bring them overseas much

Finds himself in a Dark Souls treasure nook, w red water. “Is this the blood-loss water?”

Pat got worms!! But the worms don’t want the fire Pat was gonna use them for. Needs to switch the torch w the worms. He also got bees

Pat recites the Bugs sound button as it plays

Gonna wrap up soon bc Thomas is live and we’re gonna raid him

Pat got two Christmas Lizards in game

Goes to fight a giant ice lizard boss, not knowing what he’s doing. Regrets this decision and leaves

Brushy got spaghetti, possibly related to earlier convos in the stream

Pat likes the gross-out art in Dark Souls. Likes that it’s a Japanese developing team taking a Western take that look diff from other Western games

Finished his wrap-around of the area, and decides to cut the stream, but will resume DS on the weekend!!

End of stream!

#dark souls #pat gill #patrick gill #twitch #polygon #dillen #maddie

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rakanhowls · 5 years

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EV3 by Norco

This fantastic story was written by the magnificent author Norco ( https://www.furaffinity.net/user/norco ) and forms the backstory of the female character "Eve" that was introduced in the previous story written by the author: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/25564711/ The story also features a cameo and off-camera TF by Ulfrick1 ( https://www.furaffinity.net/user/ulfrick1 ) as a guardsman.

How long had it been?

She couldn't remember.

All she could remember were these damn metal walls, the uncomfortable bed in the corner, and the dirty mirror over the toilet on the wall opposite the heavy metal door. The tall, fit woman rubbed her temples, her slender fingers pushing aside her short black hair as she tried to ease the pain of the headache that refused to go away.

As she paced the room, the woman caught a glimpse of herself in the dirty mirror. She looked at the reflection: green eyes scanned a face with gentle features, framed by sloppily cut short, black hair. The woman in the mirror wore a simple white tank top, a sports bra, and black pants that tied at the waist, and had several needle marks all over her arms.

But, she didn't recognize her.

The woman left the mirror, her slender bare feet slapping against the cold metal floor as she walked towards the large, thick security door. A single window sat in one of the two sliding panels, offering her a view of the dimly lit hallway outside. She peered through, looking at the dirty panels and pipes that ran along the hallways sharply angled walls.

Across from her room was an identical set of doors. The window into it, however, was mirrored, offering her only a view of her own door. She scanned it, looking for some way to open the door, some clue she could use to get out of this hell.

The only thing she managed to see in the mirror were a large “EV” on a plaque next to her door.

“Ev...” the woman said, surprised at the sound of her own voice. “Eve...”

The word rang a bell. It was familiar to her. She didn't know how or why, but the idea of something she knew brought a shred of comfort.

Tired and sore, the woman turned to her bed to lie down, when a loud buzzing filled the room. Red lights flashed as a hydraulic hissing came from the doors. Seeing her chance, she ran towards the opening panels, only to be stopped by a large soldier leveling the barrel of a very large gun at her.

She fell back into the room as four soldiers poured in, all of them large men with larger guns.

“Subject secure!” The tallest of them yelled towards the hallway, never taking his eyes off of her. A moment later, a tall, thin man in a lab coat walked in, followed by a younger man pushing a stretcher.

“Thank you, sergeant.” The tall man said. He paused a moment before looking down his long nose at her, his beady eyes gleaming. They reminded her of the way a predator looks at its prey. “Now then, how are we feeling today?”

“Where am I?” she demanded, standing her ground. “What have you done to me?!”

“Interesting.” The tall man said, making a hurried note on the clipboard he was carrying. “Amnesiatic side effects, most likely resulting from the procedures...”

“Procedures?” She asked, feeling a sense of panic rise at the sight of the imposing soldiers in her room. “What procedures?”

“Ah, well, it's probably for the best.” The tall man said, ignoring her. “It will make it easier for us in the long run. Now then, if you are ready? James?”

The younger man in a simple guard uniform pushed the stretcher further into the room as the tall man motioned to it with his long fingers.

“N..no.” She said, backing against the far wall.

The tall man heaved a tired sigh. “Why must all of my subjects do this... James, the sedative.”

“Are you sure, doctor?” James said, reaching into the pocket of his lab coat. “Last time she almost...”

“Do not question me, and just follow my orders!” The doctor riled, slapping James across the face with the back of his bony hand.

“Yes, doctor.” James said quietly, rubbing his reddening face. He took a syringe from his pocket and made his way over to her.

“Please, don't..” The woman shook, tears welling in her eyes.

“I'm sorry.” James said softly as he stuck the needle into the muscle of her upper arm.

She felt the world spin around her as the floor dropped out from under her. Before she knew it, everything went dark.

She felt heavy. Her limbs each weighed a thousand pounds and wouldn't move no matter what she did. As the haze of the drugs began to lift, she carefully opened her eyes.

Bright, piercing light filled her vision, stinging her eyes and sending a wave of pain through her head. She winced, taking a moment to allow her sight to adjust to her new surroundings.

She was lying on a table, heavy straps across her torso, wrists and ankles. Large screens sat to her left, each plugged into one of the many monitoring devices that were stuck to her pale skin. The large lights above her blinded her to much of what was happening to her right, but she could hear someone else shuffling around the room.

“Please...help me...” Her voice croaked, throat dry and raspy. A clattering noise filled the room as whoever was beyond the lights dropped something. A moment later, a shadow appeared in front of her. Reaching up a hand, the shadow turned off the light that was in her eyes, revealing the friendly face of James.

“You're awake?!” He exclaimed in a hushed tone. “But... how? That dosage should have kept you out for …. of course, the latest treatment must have...”

“Please!” She cut him off.

“I'm sorry.” He looked down, his face pained. “I can't. Hell, I'm not even supposed to be talking to you. If I let you out the Doctor will kill me!”

She looked at the panicked fear in the young man’s brown eyes. “What are you doing to me?”

“I ...” James sighed, looking over his shoulder before he spoke. “You were brought here because you had some kind of rare trait; one the Doctor has a great interest in. He's been experimenting on you to see what would happen it it was activated.”

“Activated?” She spat.

“As far as I understand, it's just something you always had in you.” James said, trying to calm her down. “It's some kind of rare gene that has been dormant for generations now. Whatever activated it in the past doesn’t exist naturally anymore and having it doesn't affect you… at least, it didn’t.”

“He's trying to change my DNA...” She grit her teeth. “And you're helping him.”

“I’m not...” He started to yell, but stopped, calming himself down. “I didn't know that's what they were doing here when I signed on! I thought they were doing government funded research to help cure rare diseases, or cancer or something! Not … not this.”

“Then quit.” She said.

“It's not that easy.” He scoffed. “If I leave, they'll kill me. And not just me. My family, my friends and anyone I ever met. Just to prove a point.”

“I... I'm sorry.” She said, looking at his pained, swollen face. “I didn't know.”

“Neither did I.” He looked down at the floor for a moment. “I don't approve of what the Doctor is doing, but there is nothing I can do about it. All I can do is try to make you comfortable through it all.”

“Why can't I remember anything?” She asked, trying to pull against the restraints again.

“It's probably from the tests.” he surmised. “Be thankful you don't remember it all. Some things you're better off forgetting.

“James!” The voice of the tall Doctor cut through the room. “What do you think you're doing?!”

“I'm sorry, Doctor!” James stammered. “She woke up before the drug was supposed to wear off and I was just...”

“You were what?!” The Doctor smacked James again, knocking him to the ground. “I told you not to speak with the subjects!”

“I'm sorry, Doctor.” He began. “She...”

“She?!” The Doctor grabbed James by the shirt and lifted him up. “That is not a 'she'. That thing on the table is my test subject. It is no more a person than any of the equipment in this room. It serves one purpose: to further my research.”

The Doctor roughly tossed James into a table before turning to her.

“You're a monster.” She glared at him, staring past his long nose into his beady eyes.

A wicked grin crept across the Doctor's face as he leaned next to her. “I'm not the one strapped to a table.”

“Call my research assistants and tell them to get the equipment.” The Doctor told James as he pulled medical gloves out of a box and began stretching them over his bony fingers. “Oh, and tell them they can forgo the anesthesia this time.”

“What?!” James turned to the Doctor. “But Doctor that could...”

“I am fully aware of what it may do.” the Doctor narrowed his eyes towards James. “Unless you prefer to take its place on my table, you'll do as I say.”

“...yes, Doctor.” James looked at her, his eyes telling her how sorry he was.

She watched as the Doctor grabbed an IV bag with a thick, yellow liquid in it and hung it on a hook just above her shoulder. He grabbed her arm roughly, swabbing the crease of her elbow with an alcohol pad. Before she could say anything, the Doctor grabbed the thick needle attached to the hose on the bag and shoved it through her skin.

She screamed, her voice filling the room as the needle tore a hole through her pale flesh. The pain of that was nothing compared to the intense burning that started flowing through her veins. Every inch of her body burned as the liquid slowly emptied from the bag. Tears poured from her eyes as she pulled against the restraints.

A shadow moved to her side, as she felt something sharp stab into the muscle of her upper arm.

A familiar sensation filled her head as the world fell into darkness.

When she woke, she was back in her room, her arm still stinging with the pain of whatever that horrible man had stuck in her. She was angry, frustrated, every fiber in her body ached as she slowly sat up on the bed. Cautiously, she swung her feet over the side, carefully placing them on the cold metal floor. She winced slightly at the chill soaking into the soles of her feet. Her body told her she was tired of being cold. She was tired of this room.

Gripping the side of the bed, she braced herself, testing her weight on her wobbly legs before using most of her energy to stand. She groaned loudly as she stood, her muscles sore and screaming with every shuffling step she took towards the mirror. She barely made it, grabbing onto the sides of the metal sink, her arms shook as they held her upright.

Slowly, she looked up at the stranger in the mirror, looking over her pale, gaunt face with her green eyes. A large red mark stood out on her left arm, tracing its way along the veins before disappearing under the skin. She raised a finger to touch the spot where the needle had been, wincing as she grazed the tender, hot area. Before pulling her hand back, she noticed the remnant of a small needle hole in her right bicep, the spot where James had injected her with a sedative.

A wave of nausea rose from her stomach, causing her to grip the counter harder as her legs wobbled under her. Thousands of pin pricks and itches spread across her skin as she felt it crawl along her body. Everything felt wrong and off, like her bones and muscles weren't in the right place. A small rumble rose in her chest and reverberated in her throat as she grumbled in frustration.

Her persistent headache rose, blossoming behind her temples and eyes for a moment, before ebbing, leaving her feeling weaker than before. She turned on the water, listening to it rumble through the pipes before pouring out into the metallic basin. She splashed the cold water on her face, feeling the icy pin pricks soak into her sweating skin and shock her into a better state of awareness. As she moved to grab the grimy, once white, towel that hung next to the sink, she paused.

Something was off about the woman in the mirror. Her face looked... different. She leaned in closer, watching as tiny dots of amber bloomed in her irises, slowly seeping across the rest of the deep green.

“What the...” She jolted back from the mirror, watching as her eyes succumbed to the creeping amber. The crawling feeling on her skin grew more intense, focusing first on the bicep she had gotten the small shots in, and then in the crease of her elbow.

She looked down at her arm, watching as the sickly looking color drained from the tendrils of the vein. A tingling itch filled the gouge that the needle had left in her arm as she watched the skin twist and reform, healing over as if nothing had ever been there.

“What the hell?” She marveled, moving her arm, feeling the muscles under the skin flexing. “What did that crazy bastard do to me...”

She ran a hand over the place where the wound used to be, pulling it back when something prickled the underside of her fingers. Curious, she looked down at her arm, surprised to see fine, black hairs slowly pushing their way through her twitching skin. Glancing in the mirror, she noticed hairs pushing out along her bicep as well.

She was shocked, wanting to speak, but unable to find any words. Still she opened her mouth just as a pressure built behind her teeth. She watched in the mirror as her canines lengthened, sharpening into small fangs that fit uncomfortably in her mouth.

The tips of her ears tugged gently, turning into points as anger and confusion rang through her head. Lips curled as the skin darkened slightly, a rumble rising in her chest and throat, escaping into the room as a deep growl that reverberated into her elongating ears.

A rush of adrenaline coursed through her body as her heart began to beat faster. The sounds of the room grew louder and more intense as her ears pulled longer, fine black hairs prickling out along the backs of them. She yelled, clamping her hands over her ears, feeling them twitch under her grip as the noises around her grew unbearably loud. A high pitched whirring sound pierced through the rest of the sounds, cutting into her head painfully.

She looked back at the mirror, watching as the bottom of her nose darkened in her reflection, tilting her head as she realized the sound was coming from behind it. An angered growl flashed through growing teeth as she pulled back and punched the mirror.

Sharp glass cut into her hands as the mirror collapsed, a large piece falling into the sink as her droplets of blood fell across it. Behind the sharp remnants of the mirror sat a camera, a small motor on the bottom whirring loudly as it panned up to level the lens with her eyes. She reached in, yanking the camera easily off of its base, and threw it angrily to the floor.

As the last bits of the camera clattered on the floor, she looked down, watching the blood drip from the deep gashes along the back of her hand. She brought her hand up, the scent of her blood stung her darkened nose, triggering something deep within the back of her mind. Drool rose in her mouth as she lapped at her wounds, the copper taste dancing across her lengthening tongue as she reveled in its taste.

Her hand twitched, as the skin began to knit under her lapping tongue. The wounds quickly closed, leaving no marks on her skin, save for the tufts of black fur that began sprouting where they used to be. She watched the fur crawl across the back of her hand, the itching spreading to her fingers, where her nails had turned grey and were growing thicker.

The itching across her body intensified as her clothes were beginning to feel constrictive, rubbing against her in all the wrong ways. She pulled the sweat soaked tank top off over her head, revealing small trails of black fur that poked through her skin, snaking their way up from under the waistband of her pants.

She began fumbling with her pants, trying to pull at the knot of the drawstring, when something sliced into her hip. She yelped loudly, pulling her hand back to see small drops of blood clinging to sharp, darkening claws that pushed from her fingertips.

Anger and frustration rose again in her as she growled, this time sending the vibrations through her entire body. The muscles in her face stretched as she felt her jawbone crunch and grow, pushing her mouth out slightly and pulling the bottom of her nose up. Her teeth moved along her stretching gums, finding room in her longer mouth.

With a yell, she tore at her clothes, tearing the pants, bra and panties to shreds as she left a thousand small cuts across her skin.

As she tossed the remnants of her clothes aside, she caught a glimpse of herself in the large shard of the mirror laying at her feet. Deep black fur sat above her opening, running up her stomach in a long trail that ended in a tuft between her swelling breasts. It crept along her forearms and calves, sprouting in patches as it pushed out along her jawline. With fascination, she watched as the thousand little cuts healed, dark fur sprouting from each of them.

She knelt down to look in the mirror, feeling the muscles in her legs pop and stretch as her bones creaked. She reached for the mirror, pausing to watch her claws push longer as dark pads formed along her palms and on the bottom of her fingers. She grabbed the mirror just as her hips popped and cracked, forcing her to fall onto her rear.

The cold of the floor shocked her as her skin hit the hard metal. Fur quickly spread along her rear as her spine cracked and popped, a small nub of flesh wriggling out just above her cheeks.

She grumbled as she tried to pull her legs back under her, stopping when the bones in her feet snapped and popped. Her toenails sharpened as they began to push out, turning black and sharp as her toes grew thicker and longer. Dark grey patches formed on the bottoms of her toes and the balls of her feet, puffing out into thick pads as black fur tickled out along the underside of her stretching soles and around her toes.

She yelped again as her feet snapped into a new position, forming large, powerful looking paws. Her spine continued to crack and grow as dark fur bristled out along the twitching appendage. Her head swam as she looked down her longer nose at her changing body. Dark fur covered most of her skin, monstrous hands and paws flexed as her muscles twitched and bulged.

She was angry and confused.

She was in pain and hurt.

She felt her body and mind changing.

She felt powerful.

She pulled her large paws under her, rising on thick legs as her tail lashed behind her. Fur crept along her face, covering the last of her pale skin in dark fur as pressure built in her jaw and behind her eyes. She closed her eyes, gritting against the pain as she felt her jaw crack. Crunching and tearing noises filled her long ears as they pulled up on her head, falling back as whines escaped her throat. Her jaw pushed forward, sharp fangs filling her muzzle as it snapped forward.

The pain in her head rose until she nearly passed out, her body on fire as fur and claws pushed out one last time as her muzzle clicked into place. Her mind snapped, she felt a desire begin to rise in her chest, a desire to run and hunt, a desire to chase and be chased, a desire to be free worked its way to her throat; escaping into an intense howl that filled her small room.

She stopped, panting as the pain of the changes finally began to subside. She looked over her powerful body, running a hand through the lush fur of her stomach, feeling the hard muscles that lay underneath. She felt the raw strength of her body, she heard every noise in the room, she could smell the people who had been there...

An alarm blared, snapping her out of her thoughts as the sound of it cut into her long eras. Panic was replaced with anger as she felt the urge to break out of her cell. She moved to the doors swiping into them with her sharp claws. Curls of metal fell to the floor, pittering gently around her large paws as she growled in frustration. Clenching her hands, she punched the door, surprised to find the metal bending easily as she hit it.

The panels of the door bent, causing the crack in the middle to open some. She squeezed her hands through the gap and pushed, easily bending the heavy metal door as she burst out of her room and into the hallway.

She yelled, roaring in victory as she stepped into the hallway of her own volition. She caught her reflection in the mirrored window of the cell across from her. She was a powerful, beautiful creature. She was a wolf. She was...

She paused a moment, turning back to her cell and looking at the large panel next to her door, and the V3 embossed in it. Turning back to the mirror, she looked at the EV sitting just above her pointed ears.

“Eve...” She said, her voice low and husky as it came from her muzzle.

She was Eve.

The noise of heavy boots clattering down stairs came to her ears. The scents of four people came to her wet nose as she turned towards the end of the hall. They were large, yes, but she had no fear of them.

They should fear her.

Eve raced down the hall, moving easily on her powerful legs, past the loud alarms and the flashing red lights. A large door at the end of the hall hissed open just as she reached it, revealing four large soldiers, each with a terrified look. Before any of them could move, she attacked, slicing through their flesh with her fangs and claws. Three of the soldiers fell before they could make a sound, the fourth had just enough time to wet his pants.

She ran through halls, her nose guiding her as she navigated the base, knocking out cameras and soldiers along the way. Coming to a junction in the hallway, Eve was about to turn left, when a familiar scent caught her nose. She turned, lumbering down the right hallway towards the smell of alcohol swabs and chemicals.

The sound of the Doctor's voice floated to her ears as she rounded a corner, seeing him through the window of a set of double doors. Anger filled her mind as she growled, reading her claws for what she was about to do. She burst through the doors, roaring as the Doctor turned calmly towards her.

“It worked!” He said, staring at Eve. “It worked! James, use your tranquilizer gun now!”

Eve roared again, angered that the Doctor showed no fear.

“James!” He repeated, turning to the young guard.

“...no.” James said meekly.

“What?!” the Doctor yelled.

James moved closer to the Doctor, ready to tell him off, when Eve had enough. She pushed James aside, cutting deep into his arm with her sharp claws as he crashed into a lab table. With a single step, she was in front of the Doctor, looking down her long nose at him. For the first time, she saw fear in his eyes.

She loved it.

Eve let herself go, tearing into the Doctor with every ounce of energy she had. Claws flashed, fangs gnashed, pieces of the doctor fell to the floor in wet chunks.

When she was done, Eve felt her anger ebb, fading as her ears picked up an odd sound next to her. She turned to James, her eyes meeting his as he looked up at her in fear. A small smile crossed her muzzle as she watched flecks of amber begin to bloom in his eyes, brown fur already poking through the rapidly closing cuts in his arm.

She turned, leaving the changing James in the room, knowing she would never come back to this terrible place.

The alarm continued to blare as she made her way through the base, knocking out cameras, punching through speakers, and slicing through the dozens of soldiers that tried to get in her way. By the time she reached an exit, a chorus of howls began to fill the halls behind her. She recognized one of the howls, a small sense of pride in her chest as she heard James leading the rest.

Eve turned to the exit, feeling the light of the moon fall across her body as she stepped out into the forest. She disappeared into the trees, leaving the base behind her forever.

Consciousness slowly drifted back to Eve as the morning sun moved towards its midday zenith. She sat up in the woods, looking down at her body, surprised to see her pale flesh. She still felt stronger, a sense of power running through her veins. She heard the life of the woods all around her, and felt comfortable in nature's embrace.

Whoever she was in the past was gone. Now she was ready to start her new life as Eve.

Now she was home.

The first signs of autumn hung in the air. The feel of the wind spoke of the harsh winter to come. Not the harshest, but a difficult one nonetheless. There would still be a few weeks before it was here, so there was time to prepare. Hopefully, it would be easier this year.

The woods provided many things. There was always a source of food, a source of shelter, always a way to survive. Most importantly, they provided solitude. Few ventured this far into the thick forest, and those who were foolish enough to do so rarely stayed long... If they made it out at all.

Leaves crunched rhythmically in the distance, signaling the entrance of another fool into the thicket.

How long would this one last?

#werewolf #female #transformation #story

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hopestolen · 5 years

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my long ass d3 theories that’s really the entire plot of the movie probably for uma & audrey

LMAO ok so i honestly feel rly good abt this??? with the teaser i feel like i have enough info now to make a detailed analysis w links n everything!!! pls read it jdfklajgkkldjag i worked hard

so first off/disclaimer thing, uma is going to be a KEY PLAYER in this movie. & i don’t mean like “shes the villain! she kidnapped ben!”, but as in the entire outcome will come down to her decision and very uma centric (not overshadowing mal ofc, bc disney loves her). also an important side note im still a firm believer hades is NOT mals dad, as its too! obvious! and the blue in her hair looks more like uma teal, than hades blue. i think there’s going to be a v healthy mix of isle and auradon locations.

ok so! the ending of escape from the isle of the lost coming in june is going to (subtly) set up uma starting to forgive mal. we already saw her regret her actions at the end of d2 so i don’t feel like this is a stretch. (AND apparently they’re retconning the end of d2 - though im not surprised lol, whats new. so umas on the isle? great) the summary is on amazon! the retcon fml:

“Trapped on the other side of the barrier, Uma is more desperate than ever to get her long-awaited revenge against Mal. When she discovers an underground lair belonging to Hades, god of the underworld, Uma realizes she's found the perfect partner in crime. Together, they can defeat Mal, bring down the barrier, and escape the Isle for good.”

in EFTIOL, uma fails in whatever deal she made with hades for passage off the isle/revenge for mal, etc. & owes him a debt.

the movie will either gloss over this and just have hades be like “YOu OwE ME” and not go into detail so u dont have to read the book, OR say something in d2 was with his help bc no foresight i guess.

so, due to this debt, she’s a “double agent” and infiltrates the core four (with gil & harry bc...duh) under the guise that she’s changed & that she forgives mal/etc. mal being lets her help, but obviously keeps an eye on her bc she’s not stupid. (really hoping that’s what this pic is, but its probably just behind the scenes) she does this because mal has the eye of the fates which can show you the future - which hades wants so he can effectively take over auradon or get off the isle/etc.

here’s where audrey comes in...she’s just the distraction for the core four so uma can get the eye - essentially she’s spelled. the crown at the very beginning of the trailer, is what audrey is wearing which probably has importance to mal’s (pretty much confirmed) coronation. which she probably ends up making more of a mess than hades/uma since disney is so hush hush abt it....rip them it got leaked anyway

my two theories are either: after spelled to be evil, audrey breaks into the museum and steals it due to being connected to mal’s coronation (since it’s going to bring out her worst insecurities lol), or uma spelled the crown to make the wearer evil, knowing audrey would put it on for some vague reason idk yet.

audrey probably spells ben to b a beast bc...evil audrey is bitter?

before uma is abt to not surprisingly double cross mal bc of her debt, she finds out facilier is her father, celia is her half sis, she has a new kind of magic which they use to break umas debt/save auradon blah blah blah. (this closes the freddie/wicked world plot hole AND would be the “plot twist” bc they’ve been hyping up MALS father.)

honestly, watch mal’s blue hair be from uma hitting mal w some magic or smth before she changes sides. (not sure why it would turn blue bc hades is her dad like ppl r saying?)

audrey is still spelled so now they have to defeat her before moving on to hades - the knight armor & sword fighting.

confirmation uma/harry/gil go to auradon which means they chose good (also hades is there im????? guess hes good now too tf)

other tidbits that dont fit anywhere else:

this could be why celia has the key to hades’ tunnels...uma is hades’ partner & celia would be her half sister....though the timeline doesn’t EXACTLY work. maybe she finds out earlier and has a different defining moment making her turn to mal’s side. (maybe even spilling the beans abt this debt, because of a genuine change of heart). idk idk there’s a lot to explore here

uma is able to get off the isle in the first place because mal/evie/jay/carlos are coming to find new recruits to go to auradon, i think that part is confirmed? her ma is ursula, she can talk anyone into anything im sure

still not sure why evils auds headed to her ma’s childhood house tho

i guess it could be connected to jane’s birthday but i figured that was at the v beginning so idk!!

audrey is able to get maleficents scepter bc it was left in auradon after maleficent turned into a lizard which means.......more possible museum theft

BUT ITS CONFIRMATION UMA HARRY N GIL GET TO GO TO AURADON N BE KIDS!!

also a lotta kids have colored hair so lots of vks r comin man im excite

we might even pick up where under the sea left off since one of the trailers had a d2 mal-esque wig --- dizzys “u have a big day tomorrow” might mean coronation? janes bday?

they will prob retcon rise of the isle (AGAIN, WHATS NEW) since dove said they’re going to explore uma/mal’s rivalry, which means its either going to be something petty like “YOU STOLE MY FAVORITE HAIR TIE” or teenage drama over harry bc we love our petty girls trope!!

where’s my huma

#idk it makes a lotta sense 2 me w all the info we have so far #pls discuss this w me #if there are inconsistancies/etc #me: links my own insta post #mals engagement/coronation will be mals story arc so they have their daily fix of mal lol #❝ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴠɪʟ ☆ ooc .

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glowstickhaloboy · 6 years

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i just spent an hour typing this klance sleeping beauty/witch AU in a text

one day lance wakes up in a forest with few memories and no idea how he got there. He stumbles upon a stone dias with a veiled, sleeping young man on it and figures he’s dreaming and that’s got to be the part of himself that’s going to wake up eventually.

Then a bear comes crashing out of the trees, and Lance knows he can’t let the bear hurt himself or... himself?? Whatever. So he manages to draw it under a loose boulder and then topple the rock down on it. Then the bear transforms into a big brown man who says his name is hunk and thanks lance profusely for changing him back.

“The wicked monarch lotor doesn’t mind using curses on anyone, no matter how insignificant,” he says. Then he sees the sleeping person on the dias and asks if he hurt the prince, and lance is like ???

So hunk explains that lotor cursed the rightful heir to the throne to sleep forever, then brought him into the middle of the woods so he would never be found, and hunk, the unfortunate stable boy who had been tasked with transporting him here, had been turned into a bear to attack anyone who got too close.

At this point lance is like, “wait, im not dreaming?? And that dude is a real person?? Okay so uhh sounds like this monarch is totally evil and we should get this sleeping guy back on the throne??? Whys he asleep how do we wake him up??”

And hunks like “shrug.”

So lance is like “WELL ive got quite a reputation for being a dashing hero”

“oh really whats your name”

“uh, the names LANCE”

“GASP LANCELOT??”

“Ye-! What, no, who is that wtf”

“oh then ive never heard of you”

“whatever shut up you’ll have heard of me after we pull this off together, lets get this guy to a town or something and tell the people whats going on, that way theyll know lotor is a fake”

“oh its not going to be that easy,” says hunk, ever the man of exposition. “lotor has guards everywhere, at gates and bridges and checkpoints on the roads to every town, nobody can get in anywhere with anything secret, especially not so blatantly carrying a body”

but then they meet a group of smugglers!! Led by allura and pidge, the strategist and the genius, who agree to help lance because of lotor’s ridiculous taxes + security.

“But” says pidge “theres no way we’ll help you when he’s like this. You gotta wake him up first. He’s practically dead, we’re not going to smuggle a corpse, its useless. Coma patients cant lead kingdoms.”

And lance is like “idk?? How??”

And hunk is like “drop a rock on him”

and lance is like “NO HES A PRINCE”

and pidge is like “no curse is foolproof, theres got to be a way to break it” but doesn’t offer any helpful solutions so lance sighs and goes to hang out with sleeping Keith to see if he cant come up with something.

The smugglers helpfully offered a tent to keep the prince in so it doesn’t cause much of a ruckus among their crew. Lance enjoys the privacy because he’s starting to doubt that he can pull this off, and he apologizes to Keith for that even though he knows Keith cant hear him, and lance explains that he doesn’t know a lot about himself but he feels like he has a history of letting people down and he’s sorry, he’s sorry, but he’s going to try his best, and maybe providence will smile upon Keith and everything will work out anyway, and if lance fails he is at least a necessary stepping stone to restore Keith to the throne.

He falls asleep there, and when he dreams, he’s inside a beautiful palace watching a man with a prosthetic arm write a letter at a desk.

“That’s my brother,” says a voice behind lance, and thats... Keith walking up into the room, talking to him?? so casually?? And the man writing the letter cant seem to see or hear them at all? And Keith continues, “his name is shiro. He’s feeling particularly frustrated lately because theres nothing he can do to stop lotor from screwing over our people. He was supposed to inherit the throne. After one year as king, he sent supplies to the kingdom of a sworn enemy while their people suffered from starvation, and lotor got the council to label him a traitor and revoke his right to the throne. I was the only heir left. And, well, you know what happened to me.” He smiles and lance is still like WHAT THE HELL?? And Keith says “you’ll figure it out. I trust you” and lance can feel himself waking up so he misses the next part and only gets the word “witch” before he’s back in the tent and Keith is still passed tf out and he has NO IDEA how to break this curse, so he asks hunk if there are any witches nearby.

And hunks like “shrug”

and lance wants to bash his head against a wall.

But allura overhears and is like “im a witch lol” and lance is like “YOU CAN DO IT THEN YOU GOTTA FIX HIM” and allura is like “?? i’ll try but I have no idea how I would even begin” and lance is like “ANYWAY I CAN HELP I WILL”

so he hangs at allura’s elbow all day while she stirs potion after potion, consults books, consults Pidge, attempts to cast spells, and nothing’s working, so the day passes and she gives up for now and says she has to rest, and lance reluctantly sees her out of the tent and falls asleep himself.

This time he dreams he’s in a witch’s tower, and he knows this must be the witch he needs to find, but it’s empty. He doesn’t know who lives here or where they are, and yet it feels familiar, and then Keith appears again, and lance wastes no time in asking where they are this time. Keith shrugs and says this must be one of lance’s memories, Keith has never been here before.

And lance looks around in confusion like, “one of... my... memories??” before it clicks why he knows this is a witch’s tower without even looking around, and he remembers the tree outside the window and the apples that could be magicked inside from the branches without even leaving the comfort of the couch, and thats because its HIS witch’s tower. He’s in his home!

And as if to prove it, he spins around and sees himself perusing his own library with an apple in hand, humming, and Keith smiles at him and says, “Witch,” before lance wakes up again and this time he understands, he remembers, that he is the only person who can save Keith, and that is why lotor cursed him with memory loss in the first place!!

He also remembers... a lot of embarrassing thoughts he’d had pretty much his entire life... lance had followed the prince’s progress from afar, had attended his coronation and offered his services consulting as a court sorcerer (which the royal representative lotor had always overlooked with disdain because they HAD a court sorcerer, thank you very much, and honerva had more life experience in her little finger than a little spell-monkey like lance) and when the prince went missing, lance toiled over a solution, and he came to the new regent, lotor, and proved that he’d crafted a spell with the power to locate one’s truly heartfelt desire, and then he proved that his desire was keith’s safety, was keith, and then everything went dull and fuzzy, and then he’d woken up in the forest.

And all of this is to say-- lance does not know how to break a sleeping curse.

He only knew how to find Keith. Why did Keith have such faith in him? He would try anyway. He would brew a remedy so powerful it HAD to work.

when pidge comes to check on him next morning, lance informs her that he has a lead on the prince and is not to be disturbed, and he spends all day sending hunk and allura out for ingredients, tugging out his own hair, briefly crying, then scraping himself up to keep working, and just as he thinks he might be on the right track, theres a scream outside, and then more, and lance doesn’t want to leave the cauldron but he has to make sure the camp is safe-- and it isn’t.

Lotor’s armed guards have raided the smuggler’s camp and lotor himself is there too. Lance knows he has only one chance.

He dashes back into his tent to finish, knowing full well that lotor saw him and theres no time at all, and then half the tent spontaneously begins to fold in on itself, and the cauldron is knocked from its briar and the potion! Most of it spills out, and lance, without thinking, takes the rest into his mouth because he doesn’t have a flask, and if he has to feed it to the sleeping prince like a baby bird then he WILL.

but lotor rips open the front of the tent before lance can make it to the bedroll and raises lance by the throat off of the ground. By force, he squeezes every golden drop out of lance’s puffed cheeks then casts him aside, preparing to finish Keith once and for all now that his secret is found out, (and in his mind he is thinking how nicely this will all blow over, to pin it on the smugglers and an unfortunate accident in the raid) but lance is swept up in a force of protective rage and creates a gust of wind powerful enough to uproot the tent, catch up lotor, and drag him away and pin him down.

While lotor struggles against the fabric, lance scrambles to keith’s bedroll and prays that this will work, that theres enough remaining to have any effect at all-- and he presses his potion-coated lips to keith’s and wishes as hard as he can.

and keith’s lips press back.

And keith’s hand catches at lance’s collar.

and lotor bellows in rage and lance sits up in wonder and the prince is awake and alive.

He does not move like someone who has been lying still for over a year. He leaps to his feet, summons a dagger from seemingly nowhere, and meets the regent monarch head-on in a duel so fearsome that, when lotor is eventually defeated, his armored guard immediately drop their weapons and bow to keith.

Keith orders the guards release this camp (on the grounds that the laws they bent were unjust in the first place, and they’d harbored him safely in his hour of need), and then he finds himself and lance a horse and finally gets a moment to thank this witch who saved him-- and perhaps, if lance can forgive him for being somewhat useless throughout all this, he would like to accompany Keith to the castle as his court sorcerer? Of course, the mother to a traitor cannot serve the crown.

And lance can hardly believe he’s being offered this new lot in life, because hes-- hes-- HIM. He never wins! But he has this time. He has.

He all but yells “YES” and almost makes an ass out of himself but reigns it in at the last second. They ride back to the castle together and are married later that year and live happily ever after.

#disclaimer: monarchies are useless #klance #klance au #v:ld #lance mcclain #keith kogane #voltron #laith #klance fic

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superspifferrific · 6 years

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Marvel AU: You and I remember Germany VERY differently

Marvel AU Concept: A Winter Soldier that wasn’t quite as well brain-washed as Hydra would’ve liked . . .

So this time when Hydra sends their little Winter Soldier to off Howard Stark, Stark takes one look and goes, “Bucky Barnes? What the actual fuck dude.” (Because Howard hung out around Steve Rogers, and probably spent at least some time around/hearing about the other Commandos, so why address his friend Steve’s bestie by his rank?) And the Winter Soldier gets as far as, “Who the hell is -” before, bam! Years of brain blending are now down the tubes as the simple act of hearing/thinking his name again has banished the Winter Soldier and brought back Bucky Barnes. (Because that stubborn shit somehow managed to subconsciously hang onto his nickname being a trigger to bring himself back, both because he IS that stubborn and because it’s convenient for my plot. ANYWAY.) Bucky, last he remembers, was plummeting to his death in the mountains but now finds himself standing in the middle of the friggin’ woods in front of a random old couple with no god damn clue what the hell is going on. He is somewhat cranky about this.

Howard and Bucky stand around talking for a bit and staying very confused, because wtf Barnes you’ve been dead for like 50 years but you’re standing here looking like a freaking goth male model and wtf Stark is like a 30-something-year-old mad scientist man-whore not an old married dude tf are you?? Eventually Howard, while still hella confused, is at least convinced it’s Barnes so he sighs and tells Bucky to get in loser, I’ll deliver my latest batch of science-I-REALLY-shouldn’t-have-tampered-with breakthrough to Carter to be pissed at me for later. (After all, resurrected dead friends is a level of bullshit even Peggy is likely to give him a pass for dealing with first - as long as he’s not the one responsible for having caused it, anyway.) So Bucky, while still not sure what to believe, still finds himself lost in the middle of the damn woods and not even knowing which damn woods so he decides to at least agree to bum a ride for now but stay on guard.

Howard heads back home to sort things out and upon walking into the house probably finds Tony, a teenage boy left unsupervised, doing literally everything and everyone he isn’t supposed to, and most likely in the middle of the freaking living room or something no less. “Well, you’re home early.” Howard looks ready to blow his stack and Maria looks mortified, but everyone freezes as Bucky just cracks. the fuck. UP. “I’m still not convinced you’re actually Howard, but if you were that kid would definitely be yours.” Howard buries his face in his hands while Tony promptly smirks and decides he likes whoever the hell this guy is.

. . . Until a little while later, when he finds out the random dude his parents brought home with them is supposed to be the second-in-command of the legendary Howling Commandos, the larger-than-life hero of World War II and best friend of the man Tony Stark loathes most in the world, Captain Perfect. Barnes just stands there in supreme confusion as Tony rants on and on about how his dad never shuts up about how freaking wonderful Captain America was, how goddamn perfect the Man with a Plan was; how he always knew what to do, how he always did the right thing, how he had his priorities and his shit SO sorted and on lock and ‘Tony why can’t you be like that’ and just UGH. Bucky is wondering amusedly if maybe Tony’s somehow confused Stevie with the character he played during the USO tour when his thoughts suddenly whirl to a full stop after finally catching on the word Tony kept using: ‘was.’ Tony stops mid-rant when Barnes suddenly just drops.

After finally pulling himself together somewhat (to Tony’s immense relief, god, please don’t let me accidentally break my dad’s 2nd-favorite war hero like immediately) Bucky manages to croak out, “How long?” Seeing the blank look on Stark jr.’s face, he explains that he wants to know long it took after he supposedly died before Steve decided to join him. Tony replies by reciting the epic saga of Captain America’s Last Great Noble Sacrifice, which Howard has told him so many times he probably knows it better than his own name by this point. By the end of it Barnes looks ready to kill someone and Tony is hella confused because, “Shouldn’t you be proud of your friend? Isn’t that just SO Captain America? Like why are you even surprised??” And Bucky, SUPER pissed, is just like, “Yeah, I suppose I shouldn’t be, should I? I left that moron alone for ten minutes so he took all the stupid and ran with it; goddamn it Stevie! UGH.” This is followed by a multi-hour-long rant/bitchfest of how many ways Steve could’ve done things differently and exactly how big of an idiot he was and some highlights of the Stupid Shit he pulled during missions as Captain America and during their childhood running loose trying to pick a fight with half of Brooklyn. ”’Perfect Man Who Always Knew What He Was Doing’ my ass.”

After he’s finished explaining what Steve was really like to the skeptical teen, Bucky promptly heads off to find Howard and call him out on his bullshit. “He picked a fight with Nazi Germany because I was missing because of it and because it was a good excuse to fight a bullying country, Howard. Wtf kind of bullshit have you been feeding your brat about us? You’re giving him anxiety already, knock it off.”

Eventually Bucky decides to go after Steve, because end of the line means end of the fucking line and I am bringing my moron home goddamnit. This should have been a pretty hopeless task, but between an enthusiastic Peggy putting all of SHIELD’s resources at their disposal, Stark Sr.’s rekindled obsession and addition of all of Stark Industries’ resources, Stark Jr.’s willingness to lend a hand because it’s the only thing he’s allowed to do while grounded-until-he’s-30, and Bucky Barnes’ unfailing Steve’s-in-trouble-must-locate-my-idiot senses, it was an astonishingly short period of time before Steve Rogers was found and then defrosted. (Bucky sat with Steve’s body while they thawed him out, ostensibly for his funeral, so you can imagine the freak-out that occurred when his best friend’s ‘corpse’ suddenly rolled over and started mumbling the words to ‘Star-Spangled Man With a Plan’ in his sleep).

Steve and Bucky, reunited at last, have a very messy, somewhat violent, utterly heartbreaking and incredibly tear- and swear-filled reunion before being loosed upon ‘the future.’ They then take it upon themselves to spend time with what’s left of their old friends, whip Howard into being at least no less of a decent human being than he was when they met him, and revamping the Captain America legacy to make it less of a legend of a perfect human being (Steve was literally crying laughing when he heard what people thought he was like) and more the story of a bunch of brave idiots trying to do what they could to help.

SHIELD has fits over them giving their versions of how some of the stories went either because “That’s classified!!” or “You’re destroying a legacy!” or, their favorite, “That’s not even remotely how that could have possibly gone. No. NO. You did NOT punch a robot Adolf Hitler hundreds of times before melting the Red Skull into a puddle of goo like the Wicked Witch of the West from the Wizard of Oz using a magic light box, no less. NO. Just, please, please stop talking.” Peggy and the remaining Commandos find the whole thing amazing and hilarious and thus refuse to refute anything those two say, and Steve and Bucky help raise Tony Stark to be a much more put together adult, help out with the odd SHIELD mission when they feel the need to punch something or Hydra’s being irritating, and just generally have a good time. That is, they do until the events of the Avengers rolls around, at which point they then proceed to have a great time fighting with a team of ridiculous, well-intentioned, violent thrill-seekers again and decide to make it a regular thing. “This is gonna be GREAT Buck, you’ll see.” “That’s what you said about World War II Steve.”

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one of these days i'll make a coherent intro post, however *bts vc* not today !! hello and welcome to johnny's world where we're shit @ introductions and even worse at consistency. honestly i cant stick to shit someone assist. anyways ! i bring the last piece of the puzzle rocky, who for some unfathomable reason wasn't taken ?? and i cried ?? fate. uh right i'm 19 and i never fkcing learned how to read. mdt timezone. them/they pronouns. continue under the read more to kill some brain cells !!

tw: physical and mental abuse/manipulation, drugs/alcohol and death/murder.

here's his soundtrack if u wanna listen while u read

DON'T DWELL ON THE PAST // ( i'm not even sure if i'm sticking to this [ looks @ admins nervously ] so things might change up if it doesn't fall w/ the right timeline. ) ( forgive the length the muse is real )

born on october 31st, 1995 ( happy halloween ) in deadtree, rocky was an entirely healthy baby received with much love by his mother and with some hesitance by his father. all he knew was how to shit and cry and life was a paradise, until eventually the months started rolling by that became three years and his mother was in a freak car accident that left her paralyzed from the waist down and with a bad case of major head trauma.

rocky still firmly believes that she woke up from her coma by god's will even if her basic executive function skills and self-regulations were gone. she had to be taken care of just like him, and the doctor's promised she'd learn to eat on her own again and her speech problems would regulate. this... did not happen. maybe it would've, if she had lived longer, but rocky never got to see the day when he didn't have to help his mom bathe or brush her hair.

his dad was the only source of income in the household besides his mom's monthly pension that the man would take and then disappear for days. he was bitter about having to raise rocky all on his own and even more bitter about the hefty hospital bills they were going to be paying off for the next several years. all the man wanted to do was laze about with a beer in his hand and a blunt in the other.

from early on he was prone to anger and it often manifested itself physically, so rocky would always have a bruise or two somewhere on his body. it was fine as long as the man wasn't hurting his mom, and he couldn't do anything else but accept the rough treatment.

he and his mom were becoming more and more neglected by his father, who only provided the bare minimum to eat and took his wife's pills for himself. rocky was already in school and he was that kid who always got off the bus running to get home. no one knew that he always ran to make sure his mom was okay while he was gone.

he was nine years old when his dad handed him a bottle of morphine and explained to him that the whole bottle would help his mom get a good night's sleep for once. rocky, knowing how much his mom struggled to rest, took the bottle and put each and every pill in his moms hand and watched her drink them until the last one. she did go to sleep, of course. rocky thought he'd done good until she didn't wake up the next morning.

he grew incredibly distant from his dad after this. he was already used to taking care of himself and his mom was the only reason he really bothered to make it home early, so after her death he got into every after-school activity he could manage, and when it wasn't enough, he ran around the streets with the older kids and pretended to be *cool*.

he started dabbling with the drug scene really early on in middle school, when he realized that his dad would never strive to be anything else but a piece of shit, so he decided to steal his pills and weed just like the man had stolen his mothers medication. he would sell them to his upperclassmen and never took any for himself because he saw what they could do, though eventually he did weed in high school and besides the occasional dose of ecstasy he doesn't do more than that.

one day, at age seventeen, he went home and his dad was gone. he waited for three weeks before he sold everything and fixed up a small abandoned house that became his new abode. with the cash he'd gotten from the car and the furniture he began growing his own hella dank nug, and eventually there was word on the streets about it. his dad had always been his unaware provider, but soon enough rocky joined a group as a dealer while selling his own stuff on the side.

he didn't want to follow under someone else so he got to the roots and offered the group's providers a better deal and eventually the business was going to him alone. people saw more opportunity with him and they flocked to his side one by one until he ran the original leader to the ground. honestly this kid was hella good in school and just as good in the streets.

of course it didn't happen without a fight tho so talk about several near-death experiences !! the streets are dangerous children stay in school.

fast forward, he had what he intensely regrets with elaine-- honestly had a good time dating a rich ‘good’ girl until he got real bad vibes from her and it wasn't chill anymore. felt real personally attacked that she was ashamed of him and broke it tf off. fuck a fake bitch !!

( me: plays hero by enrique iglesias for this section ) and then shiloh came ! his lord and savior. his fkcing BAE. would do ANYTHING for this boy is2g makes me so emo i'm shAKING just thinking about it. rocky truly believes this boy is his soul mate. he loves him so much oh my godfjsdh.

at this point his drug ring wasn't at all what it is now. it was relatively small and the profits weren't all that good but he was doing what he could. he had steady members who had been with him since the start and shiloh became an addition along with his best girl giselle and (eventually) barbara. honestly the dream squad nothing could stop them they were invisible. unfortunately there was a snake in their ranks and goddamn he's glad she showed herself honestly good fucking riddance barbie. he felt real betrayed after she left but if anything he thinks it made his crew tighter and stronger. still hates tht bitch tho afTER EVERYTGIH HE DID FOR HER.

( to be 10/10 honest tho rocky is a manipulative bastard and he thinks he's real slick but barbie caught on and he feels extremely attackt )

anyways so knowing that shiloh and giselle are his tru ride or die pals ( 👀 @ giselle ) the business continues and they're still the dream squad. sure they're doing shady af things and they've always been doing them but u kno what they say there ain't no rest for the wicked !!

he didn't at all like the fact tht shiloh pursued an internship w/ the mulani family but he tried to keep it chill because he loves and supports his bae but honestly could not do it. he doesn't personally pay too many visits to sycamore city precisely bc he goddamn loathes the mulani and moon families after all they've done to his people ( esp the moon’s ) and to think shiloh was getting involved w/ them really tested him as a person. he fcking failed because of how much shiloh wanted a pass into the city and rocky held him back but he's so goddamn proud of their love like damn. he knows he doesn't offer everything shiloh wants but he's out here tryin' his best to get his bae the life he deserves even if he's the worst street rat and everybody knows it.

( what is he secretly doing w/ all tht money tho hmmm )

BABY RIDE WITH ME // in regards to the *gollum vc* precious ( the ring )

just so the squad and ex-squad can get a feel of how rocky runs the ring i'm includin' this here

so rocky makes it a point to be an approachable leader whom you can go to with your problems and he'll have your back 100%. honestly everyone's dad there's no one left out. he keeps his status as the leader not by cruel acts to show what happens to rats but by making sure he's understood by each individual member. he's not the violent type at all unless someone really tests him but this guy preaches that people understand by words and acts of kindness not by violence and torture. he needs loyalty above all else so he offers a safe sanctuary to anyone who needs it. it comes with a price ofc but all he asks is that u do ur job and he'll keep u off the streets. basically in his group everyone has each other's backs and he's involved with everyone, not only because it helps him keep close tabs on everything but because that blanket of safety for his members is very important to him.

when it comes to his dealers he basically lets them do things their own way as long as they're not out there hurting innocent people. he pays by commission so it's really up to the dealers how much they wanna sell and who they wanna sell it to. he doesn't force his own morals onto his peeps so if they wanna sell to junkies who are gonna overdose on their next hit then that's really up to them. he just tries to guide them by telling em' the right things to do even in a shady business like their own.

w/ that being said shiloh is also a huge part of it, being his right hand man and all. rocky isn't all too meticulous or anything fancy like that, so he leaves a lot of decisions up to shiloh and honestly they're both huge dads just running a drug ring fjsiudhfgi

HE KNOWS HE'S SO FUCKING TALENTED // regarding his personality

rocky is a cocky piece of shit honestly i hate it but best concept

he genuinely thinks so highly of himself ?? even though he knows he's up to Some Shit ??

anyways i just wanted to mention that LMAO but find his full list of attributes here that i jst ctrl c ctrl v from the app. honestly will tell u all about his personality. thanks for reading this long ass, terribly structured, shitty shitty intro honestly u.... deserve a medal if u got thru it. is it too late to mention tht english is not my first language fhsuidfh

#pc.intro #⦁ — › OwO ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ᴛʜɪs? — ⌜ ᴏᴏᴄ ⌟#( IFROGOT THE INTRO TAG )#( anyways )#( highkey so happy to be here sehfdiufh )

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Ride or Die

A handsome devil he was…if only you’d ignored the raging depravity pumping through his veins – those pervasive, protruding blue lines that contrasted his perfectly pale skin…the same veins that rubbed against you when he’d wrapped his arms around you in a heated embrace… Well, had it not been for his wicked games, perhaps you might not have found yourself behind bars. It was fine; you had offered yourself, as a sacrifice to save Mr. B. You knew he’d break you free of your shackles soon…

It had started out as an ordinary day, just like any other. The event that made that day distinctive was the unexpected trip to the ATM machine at your bank – what had initially seemed like a superfluous task to complete your lunch order had turned into the catalyst that had sparked the spiraling inferno of passion, lust, and debauchery.

Category: Drama | Angst | Smut | Violence | Joker!AU | Gangster!AU Word Count: 12,430 Group/Member: EXO-CBX | Baekhyun Written for the following request: Hi there! First of all, I was wishing upon a star for a Monster update just a few hours before I found the update. :))) Second of all, your writing is FANTASTIC... LIKE...OMG. So... I would like to request a scenario or series, wherever it leads for Baek Hyun, based on the song Gangsta by Kehlani for Suicide Squad. A Joker!AU would be jhfkahkfhlkajglkaglka just fine. I know you are the only writer I can trust to do it justice. ANGST. M of course, cuz dats wat you do. Hope you consider. Thanks :)

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May 10, 2017

The restaurant’s credit card machine had gone down, so you were forced to rush across the street to your bank, where you planned to withdraw some quick cash. Nothing was lighting up on the screen, so you presumed that it, too, was out of order. Heading inside, you clearly weren’t the only person in your predicament – there were easily twenty people in line before you, and the tellers were busy helping patrons as swiftly as they could. You peeked at the clock on the high ceiling of the alabaster interior – only ten minutes until your eleven o’clock committee meeting. You had only planned to sneak away for a few minutes to buy your lunch beforehand.

Shifting your weight between your feet, you glanced around to see if the line was moving any faster – of course not. You wondered why people had to make money transactions so complicated; it’s not like they were applying for loans. It was then that you noticed the strikingly handsome man at the center counter, filling out his deposit slip. His perfectly coiffed auburn locks caught your eye – the way his white collared shirt peeked out from under his casually styled sport coat…this man looked the part of a high-powered attorney; the only thing missing was the tie.

His face held a grave appearance until one of the customers being assisted by a teller turned frantic regarding something that had happened with his transaction. The sultry man turned to look at the belligerent person, who stuck out more for his appearance than his behavior. His hair was dyed an effervescent shade of violet, which counterbalanced his attire – a punk rock biker jacket with ripped jeans and a shirt only beetle juice would dare to own. The two immediately caught each other’s eyes and nodded – something seemed capriciously off about the tired gesture. A malicious grin grew on the man’s face, and in the blink of an eye, he pulled an oversized magnum pistol from his coat and fired a shot into the ceiling.

“Alright, everyone on the floor, hands up where I can see them!”

Even though your instincts matched the demand, you still followed orders and dropped to the marble floor. It was sure luck that you were able to crouch next to the only bench in the main hall, and in your attempt to shield yourself from view, that same attractive man with the rust-colored hair caught your gaze and sent a primal wink in your direction. His vibrant partner at the teller pulled out a gun of his own and pointed it at the cashiers while he idly paced the length of the counter, assuring every employee’s hands were high in the air.

“Stop right there…I-I’m warning you,” the security guard shakily said, pointing his equipped firearm at the two deviants. Red and lilac exchanged a humored glance before all three men burst into laughter and the security guard put his gun down – he was obviously the third member of their troupe. The guard job had most likely been a means of having someone on the inside, which you presumed why this man looked ‘normal’ – his hair was a healthy shade of brown.

“That was a good one, Penguin,” the lavender man scoffed, still keeping his focus – and gun – on the tellers, “Alright people, this shouldn’t be your first rodeo. Get out here and sit down on the floor.” One by one each of the employed members of the bank shuffled out from behind the counter, giving ‘Penguin’ a look of betrayal as they sat down on the tile.

“Such a pitiful thing…trust,” Mr. Handsome-in-Red muttered as he observed the direction of his henchmen. When everyone was seated, he barked an order, “Penguin, you know what to do – empty the vault so we can be out of here before you can say ‘Ka-Ching’. Two-Face – bar the doors while I monitor the hostages.”

Not a moment after ‘Two-Face’ aka Mr. Purple had locked the entryway; the permeating sound of sirens filled the scene. The smoldering leader of the group looked outside until a mad grin infected his being and incited a violent burst of laughter. The traumatized woman kneeling beside you began hysterically praying; briskly motioning hail marys upon the sound of his disturbing cackling. Unfortunately her actions caught his attention, and the corners of his mouth all but reached the outer edges of his eyes once he noticed you. You could feel the terror amidst those around you, but something about his squalid smile didn’t bother you…why it didn’t was the greater vexation.

“Let’s play a game…” he growled, coyly approaching you with a candid stare. You felt the cold metal of the gun barrel as he traced it down the center of your face, forcefully pushing your chin up to look at him.

“What’s the matter? Don’t want to play? How about I shoot you instead?” he mused before a quick clear of the gun’s chamber. “Ready to die, my sweet?”

Your mind went blank once he pointed the gun at your forehead. Without a moment’s hesitation, he pulled the trigger and a shockwave flashed throughout your body, causing you to black out for a millisecond. Hyperventilation kicked in the moment you realized you were still alive – the magazine was out of bullets.

“BANG!” he sputtered, crouching down in front of your face, holding his hands up red-handed and bursting into laughter that echoed along the stone walls. This man was crazy – he was literally at the point of wiping tears from his eyes due to how amused he was with himself. His face turned indifferent when he noticed the incredulous look in your eyes. “What’s the matter? Can’t take a joke?”

If you knew for sure he had no more bullets on his person, you would have punched him in the face, but your safety and survival were the significant themes in your life in that moment. Instead, you opted for a callous glare, knowing full well that you could do nothing about it – and he knew it, too. The man returned to his feet, changed the clip, and cocked his mighty pistol. A silent chill spread through the air as his energy shifted, seeming to freeze time for a moment.

“You know, that’s why they call me that…” he ambivalently muttered, using the muzzle of his handgun to scratch his head.

“Call you what?” you automatically replied, the words escaping your lips before you had a chance to stifle them. Something about this man – other than his ravishing good looks – had you intrigued. He spun around; his eyes lit up like a child at a carnival when he heard your voice.

“So beautiful. Say it again, I want to hear that euphonious voice of yours one more time!” he praised with a frenzied look, making the motions of a music conductor before you, using his gun like the classic baton. The frightened woman beside you began increasing the volume of her panic, swaying her body back and forth with her arms wrapped around her torso. The annoyance on the robber’s face was palpable; his eyes turned to her and burned into her skull.

“Would you shut up?!” he bellowed, snapping out of his enigmatic aura and unveiling his true psychosis. The poor woman screamed, only returning to her motions and making her prayers more audible.

BANG. This time the shot was real, and the muffled sounds of terrorizing screams felt like a dream turned nightmare. Before you could fathom what had happened, this jester of a man had his loaded weapon pressed against your temple and his hand covering your mouth as he held you hostage, facing the myriad of police officers situated outside. Each of them had a gun pointed in your direction, and any sudden move meant your eminent demise.

“Joker,” your captor whispered while nudging his face into your hair, breathing you in like fresh laundry. “Call me…Joker.”

“Boss what are we gonna do?” Two-Face worriedly queued, knowing that their time would grow slim the longer they stayed in the building.

“Let it play out, TF. Everything—will—be—fine—“ Joker reassured, slapping Two-Face on the back with each word. Rolling his eyes and shaking his head in disapproval, Two-Face returned to his watch over the captives.

“Fine? Fine? Do you see the police out there? I’m sure they’ve called in a S.W.A.T. team too by now, so you might as well turn yourselves in!” the bank manager bravely yelled to Joker and Two-Face, desperately clutching the trashcan next to him. His outburst startled not only you, but also the Joker, who instantly released you from his clutches and rushed to the manager in two long strides.

“Oh no! The big bad swat team is gonna get us! What am I going to do?!” the Joker sarcastically whined, grabbing the manager by the collar and lifting him to a standing position. The fear displayed on his face was enough to break the Joker’s demeaning character. He pushed the manager back to the floor with another crazed outburst of laughter.

“Wait, wait!” he huffed, holding his sides as he hunched over, attempting to catch his breath from laughing so hard, and continued his mockery, “You know what I’ll do?” In the blink of an eye, the Joker’s face was deadpan, and his gun was pointed at the manager’s face. “I’ll just shoot you.”

The bank manager cowered and screamed, and the Joker moved his aim to the man’s knee, shooting again without warrant. The realization of the situation had finally caught up to you at that point. The praying woman from earlier lie dead on the floor in a pool of blood, and the twenty or so other people were too frightened to move from their grouped state.

“Stop it!” you berated, ready to take a stand against all three men if needed. The Joker just stared at you, mesmerized by your valor.

“Say it again, baby. Tell me that I’m a…bad boy,” he sneered, “I love it when you nag me.”

It was a standoff between you and the devilishly handsome Joker. You had to think of a plan – fast. To your fortune, the phone rang…and rang…and rang. Nobody moved for a solid ten rings. It went silent and then began ringing again. Rolling his eyes at the situation, Two-Face picked up the phone.

“They want to talk to you, Mr. J,” he begrudgingly said, holding the phone out to his boss.

“Tell them I’m in a meeting,” the Joker jested, looking to Two-Face long enough for you to charge at him. Two-Face yelled to get his attention, and just as you were about to make contact, he dodged your attack and grabbed a fistful of your hair. The intense pain of your hair being forcibly ripped from your skull crippled you to the floor. The Joker pulled you by his same grip, extracting a whimper from you.

“You’ve got some moxy, girl. Risking your life for whom – these people? What have they done for you?” He released your hair, and behind you was the sound of him rearming his gun. You were sure it was pointed directly at your head. Seeing no way out of your plight, you decided to barter.

“That wasn’t my intent, but what if we make a deal?” you prodded, feeling your heartbeat in your throat. Its quick pace from the adrenaline pumping through your veins had you wondering which beat would be your last.

“A bargain? If this were a tale of the gods, I do say you’re attempting at playing Hermes,” he goaded, still standing behind you. “Let’s hear your offer.”

“One life for the life of the hostages. You get one, and the rest go free,” you suggested, hoping his curiosity of you would allow you some time to escape before he killed you – at least then your conscious would be clear when everyone was able to escape.

“Interesting idea…” he mumbled, running the tip of the muzzle along your sore scalp. He circled you a couple times, seeming lost in thought, until he stopped and faced you. “May I present my counter offer?”

Counter offer? You were sure he would take your bait. With no other options, you nodded your head, which reanimated his mischievous grin. He wiggled his fingers like a giddy schoolgirl, hopping in place for a moment.

“You really are a woman after my own heart…” he cooed before handing his gun to you. The baffled expression on your face was impossible to hide. Why was he handing you his gun? He really was insane. All you had to do was shoot him and the ensuing chaos would result in injuries at most. You licked your lips in satisfaction and reached for the gun, just as the click of an armed weapon sounded behind you. You closed your eyes and furrowed your brows in disappointment – had you really just fallen for that?

“Penguin, perfect timing. I think my pet here got a little ahead of herself. I haven’t even enlightened her to my rebuttal, and here she is trying to snatch my gun!” he guffawed in delight while retracting his offered weapon. Thoroughly provoked, you crossed your arms, stared him down, and waited for him to finish his joke.

“One life for the safety of everyone’s life. Sounds fair. Sure, I’ll allow everyone to go free…but you have to choose and take the life that stays.”

His negotiation caught you so off guard that you had to ponder for a moment if what he said was real. You assumed he would take you as a sacrifice, since he’d taken such a liking to you. Only a mind as disturbed as his could have pulled that sort of compromise – though that clearly was the difference between the thought process of a normal person and a psychopath. He re-administered his hand to you, the custom gold filigree design along the grip panel of the gun shining bright against the stains of residue on his skin.

“I didn’t mean it that way! I meant for you to take me and let them go free,” you frantically backpedaled, pointing at the other hostages.

“No you didn’t,” he quickly replied, bending down to your level, “Because if you did, you would have specified as such. Look at you – you’re a smart businesswoman by the looks of it. Give yourself more credit…”

“But I –“ you attempted to interject before he placed the index finger from his free hand onto your lips.

“Shh shh shh, it’s easy. Here, I’ll help you. You just put it into your hand like so…” he instructed, tightening your grip on the firearm and crouching beside you. “You’ll find better stability with two hands –“

BANG – you accidentally fired the gun. Two things happened immediately in response, almost as if it was scripted as such, that perplexed your reaction causing you to remain in a short state of shock.

Screams erupted from the other captives, since the shot released by your hand had struck the already injured bank manager right between the eyes. The worried voice of a detective shouting through a megaphone filled the lobby. His words felt like a foreign language as you came to terms with the fact that you had just killed a man. The police were sure to be in the bank shortly, and you were sure to be arrested with the three men who had planned the whole thing.

“Look at that! Now, wasn’t that easy?” the Joker cackled in the midst of your disbelief, adding to the mix of the deafening sounds around you. The sirens, the megaphone, the screaming, and his laughter – all of it was making you shake, until you realized it was the actual building that was feeling the tremor.

The sound of an explosion came from where you presumed the vaults were. Everything and everyone seemed to fall silent – even the Joker had quieted his glee. He magically materialized a backpack that he quickly tossed over his shoulder before grabbing your arm. With Penguin and Two-Face, the four of you escaped through the hole the bomb had created and into the sewers below.

Of the two standard responses to crisis, your fight response kicked into high gear once at a far enough distance away from the bank. You plan was to flee their clutches as soon as possible, so you could vindicate yourself with authorities. Joker handed you off to the other two henchmen, who held you in place just before you were muzzled with a soft cloth. The smell of chemicals with a hint of sweetness filled your senses, and within seconds, you were unconscious.

“She’s finally awake,” a faint, yet familiar voice chimed. You opened your eyes to see the clandestine man with the vibrant ruby hair staring at you, his malevolent grin greeting your wakening.

Scanning your surroundings, from the looks of it you were in a normal office setting, though you were tied to a chair and Joker was sitting on the desk in front of you, marveling your predicament. Two-Face and Penguin were sitting at nearby desks, the former counting the cash they’d freshly swiped from the bank, and the latter smoking a cigarette while gazing out the window. Following his view, you could see some time had passed – it was dark outside. Sirens outside instigated Penguin’s standing; he rushed to the door to leave.

“Chen, it’s the same nightly call we always get about the club. Relax,” Joker straightly assessed, his eyes still vexed on you. Apparently ‘Penguin’ had simply been a nickname for the heist – he responded to Joker’s words and sat back in his chair.

“You should probably go down and check anyway, just to be sure,” Two-Face added. His hair was now a vibrant turquoise, which made you do a double take for a moment. Perhaps it had been a couple days since your abduction. Upon closer inspection, his hair appeared damp, so you presumed he’d just showered – or changed his hair color.

“Yes, he changed the color,” Joker answered, reading your mind after following your line of sight, “Xiumin’s hair is normally blonde, and he changes it as he sees fit with coloring spray.”

Why was Joker so forth-coming with the true identities of his partners? Didn’t he realize that when you escaped that you’d head straight for the police? That’s when it hit you – he didn’t intend for you to escape. As if still reading your mind, Joker whipped out his pocket knife, which made regular pocket knives look like boy scout toys, and played with it in front of you.

“I need a drink,” Xiumin complained, ignoring your inquisitive stare. He dropped the cash onto the desk and swiftly exited the office space.

“Alone at last…” Joker purred, ravishing your form with his wry eyes. He wasted no time in jumping from the desk to your lap, holding the knife to your neck with one hand and gripping your chin with the other. You squirmed under his touch, allowing the blade to knick your skin. “Tisk, tisk, we wouldn’t want that pretty neck of yours getting damaged. Sit still and you won’t hurt yourself.”

“Let me go. I-I won’t tell anyone anything, I promise,” you stuttered, ignoring the sharp pain from the cut. You could feel the blood trickling down to your collarbone. Joker’s eyes followed the deep crimson liquid for a moment, and then his eyes darted back to yours.

“Promise? Interesting word selection, my dear. Has anyone ever promised anything to you?” he coyly jested, running the tip of the knife along the blood trail. You winced when he pressed on the wound, attempting to ignore the pain and find a convincing answer – nothing was coming to mind.

“Sure,” you uttered, saying anything to keep from focusing on his tedious poking at your lesion.

“Sure? Don’t brush me off so callously after swearing a promise! I don’t like it when you play with my emotions…” his voice grew grim as he released the hold on your chin and pulled you into his shoulder. His lips were mere centimeters away from your ear, and he used the knife to doodle circles into your back. Your breathing hitched a couple times while in his clutches, to which he giggled in delight.

“I’m s-sorry. Tell me what to do and I’ll do it…just please, let me go,” you pleaded in between breaths, looking for anything to escape your plight.

“Hmm…” he mumbled while breathing in your scent. The Joker scoffed before getting off your lap, untying one of your hands, and holding it before you with an illegible smile. “Hit me.”

Your eyes widened at his odd request. Joker made the motion for your hand in a playful manner, letting you go and tapping his cheek. He didn’t seem to be giving you an option, though you didn’t want to take the chance on what actions could have ensued if you obliged his outrageous wish.

“Hit me!” he bellowed, the tenor in his voice turning any question in your body into absolute terror. The moment your hand collided with his face, his memorable song of frightening hilarity filled the small room. Clutching his sides, he finished untying you while his laughter continued.

Since he was distracted by his personal joke, you exited the room as quick as your legs would take you – unfortunately you didn’t get far. Xiumin and Chen were guarding the exit stairwell. It wasn’t long before the Joker was behind you, caressing your arms with his languid fingertips.

“Think of me what you will, but at the end of the day I am more honest than anyone in that bank today ever will be. You’re running because you know I will hurt you – it’s not a question of ‘if’. As much as I’d like you to stay, sure…run. Run back to the world of liars and deceivers. Don’t come knocking at my door begging me to take you back,” he schmoozed, digging his fingers into your bare skin before letting you go. Xiumin and Chen moved aside and you were able to finally find freedom in the alleyway outside.

The cool spring air never felt so good. Finding your bearings, you headed to the nearest street to find you were in the area downtown known as the Red Light District. You didn’t want to call a taxi for fear that you were on the wanted list by police. Even though it was most likely for questioning as a key witness, you knew it would eventually lead to the whereabouts of the Joker. You thought it best to lie low for the time being, so you walked a few blocks.

After some time, a small building absent of the rose colored lighting caught your eye. It was a small wine bar, and you rushed to it to see about finding directions out of there. Just before you reached the entrance, you were blessed with a familiar face. Your coworker Ben was exiting the establishment. You had started to waive him down until you noticed he was with a woman who looked nothing like his wife. He hadn’t seen your approach, so you decided to follow the two.

Ben was the saint out of all your coworkers. He never went out to happy hour because he always had to return home to Barbara and the kids – Bailey, Brian, and Brittney. He never came to work outings on Sundays because he had church – his brother Brandon was the pastor. Yes, Ben was the most upstanding man out of anyone you’d ever known…until that night.

The two rounded a corner into a slim alleyway, where you heard the woman scream before the sound of her voice was muffled. Peeking around the brick wall, he was thrusting in and out of her mouth with a wicked force, grasping the back of her head and slamming to the base of his shaft. His free hand was holding the cigarette he was finishing, and he put it out on the poor woman’s shoulder. Something about seeing him mistreat this innocent person – even though in all reality she was most likely a prostitute – it set you off. You waited for Ben to be finished with her; it was only a mere ten minutes before he strolled out of the alley…alone.

“Ben!” you called in the friendliest tone you could muster. His pure smile twisted your insides, for you knew it was laden with deceit.

“Y/N! What brings you to this part of town?” he questioned, patting you on the shoulder like the good acquaintances you were.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you joked, “I just dipped out on the worst Tinder date ever!” Ben laughed at your lie, shaking his head with a smile on his face – it was the same reaction he’d always given when you’d share dating stories in the office. Your blood boiled at his duplicity. How could he act completely normal when he had just done what he’d done?

“Unfortunately, my other brother still fails to see the light and lives in this neighborhood. I visit him every so often to tell him the word of the Lord,” he reviled with an honest face. That was the last straw – Ben had to get what he deserved.

“Which way to your car? Do you mind if I bum a ride home?” you propositioned, hoping he’d take the bait.

“I didn’t drive, actually. Took the bus so I could spread the word about Christ to those less fortunate than I.” Gag. You wanted to punch him for every cover he had for his tracks. Using God as a means to act in a duplicitous manner…Ben was quickly turning into the worst person you’d ever known.

“Well there happens to be a bus stop on the next road over! We could ride together?” you pointed towards the alleyway across the street. Once he agreed, you were ready to beat the shit out of him. In all honesty, you had no idea what was on the next street – you had been running from a psychopath. Ben followed you into the passageway, trusting your word. Almost at the opening, you stopped to take action.

“Dammit, my earring!” you exclaimed, pretending your earring had just fallen out, “Help me look for it, Ben. It has to be around here somewhere.”

Being the good liar he was, Ben played the part of nice guy very well. He bent to the ground, searching desperately for your ‘missing’ piece of jewelry. While he scrounged for nothing, you noticed a broken palette nearby with a loose two-by-four. In one fluid movement, you grabbed the plywood and smacked Ben directly on the back of the head, rendering him unconscious. Just as you were about to congratulate yourself on a job well done, the lights of a police car flashed and a spotlight shone directly on you.

“Freeze!” the authoritative voice of the officer demanded. The robbery from earlier still fresh in your mind, you darted away from them in the opposite direction. Luckily the alley you’d chosen for your attack had smaller paths branching from it, giving you the escape route you needed. It wouldn’t be long before they followed you on foot, so you did your best to evade until you heard them cornering you. This was it – it was the moment where fate had decided you were to turn yourself in…there was nowhere else to run.

As you came to terms with your inevitable future, the brick behind you opened, and you were pulled by your waist into a secret area. Someone held you against the wall in the darkness, with an arm against your neck and a hand covering your mouth. Once the sounds of the cops faded, the hand removed itself from you and lit a match.

“Peek-a-boo!” the Joker mused. The flickering light of the small flame danced along his features, causing you to melt into his arms. The Joker saved you from your pursuers; he brought you back into his world. As maniacal as he was, you couldn’t deny his power over you…and your attraction to him.

“Mr. Joker…sir…”

“As much as I do love hearing your voice, puddin’, I don’t think I like you addressing me in such a way…” He blew out the match and you felt his hands corner you against the wall, while his heavy voice purred next to your ear. “You should address me by my real name, not my cover.”

In the darkness, you could feel his formidable energy exploring every inch of your body, which sent pulsating chills throughout. You wanted him to touch you, and with the void of his laughter you were at his mercy.

“So what should I call you?” you whispered.

“Not yet my sweet. Come with me,” he hurriedly replied, dragging you from the darkness up and endless flight of stairs. Through blackened corridors, you could barely make out any defining trait of your location; let alone what direction you were headed. After what seemed like an endless road of turn after turn, Joker finally opened a doorway into the back kitchen of what appeared to be a Chinese restaurant.

“Where are we?” you started just as he maneuvered you around the cooks and upstairs to a private room. Finally he released you and stomped to the closet on the opposite wall. Opening the doors in flagrant style, the closet revealed a plethora of sequined and leather outfits. Joker floated back to your side and stood behind you, caressing the sides of your wanton thighs.

“Choose something sexy to wear – you’re going to need it. When you’re ready, meet me out back,” he commanded, briskly leaving your presence. Looking through the scanty selection, you guessed that you were to play the part of his arm candy, though you didn’t have the slightest clue as to anything else.

It was a muted cream chiffon dress that caught your eye. It had a halter top and fell just above the knees in length – you didn’t want to come off as overly eager. Throwing on the only pair of heels that matched, you exited the back to find Joker waiting with a cigarette in his mouth.

“That’s disgusting you know,” you blurted out; the mysterious bravado you’d magically conjured caught even you off guard. Joker flicked it away and pulled you to his side. He escorted you to a warehouse behind the small restaurant, stopping just shy of the door.

“Before I bring you into my world, my sweet, I’m giving you a heads up now that this is a test of your trust. You’re on your own in there – I won’t save you again,” he explained, the humor in his voice almost completely stifled. You wondered how you had gotten to that point – walking into a dangerous situation with a crazed lunatic as your guide – until you remembered Ben and how much you had misjudged someone you’d known for years. Nodding at the Joker, the two of you waltzed into an underground casino.

Joker left you with a soft peck on the cheek before he sauntered over to the caged cockfight. A group of women wiggling their bodies on the dance floor to your left made you think that should be the suitable place for you, but the two large craps tables in the center of the warehouse was too tempting to skip.

As you approached, you noticed Chen at the head of one, a glass of wine in one hand while he stroked his mountain of chips with the other. The shooter at his table was a boisterous middle-aged woman, and her candor intimidated you away from the table. You opted instead for the second table, which seemed to be run entirely by one man. He was shooting the dice and yelling obscenities at the other players, waving his cash in their faces each time he rolled to his benefit. He wasn’t winning by any means, at least not in comparison to what Chen was earning. Leaning closer to the table, you wanted to watch a few rounds.

“Hey you!” the cantankerous man shouted, “Come blow on these die for me, won’t you doll? I need some luck in my life and you look like just the girl to make me lucky.”

If he hadn’t been talking to you with a fragrant cigar wedged between his lips, you might have considered the offer, but his lack of manners made you want to turn away. He hollered at you once more, and after hearing the moans of the other players, you conceded to joining the illustrious man. You obliged his request and blew on the die, and the whole table erupted in a burst of joy – clearly he’d just thrown something good.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” he asked after blowing a cloud of smoke into your face. Verbosely coughing at his gesture and waiving your hand to clear the air, you decided to engage the slimy man in conversation.

“I’m Y/N, and you are?”

“You can call me Kai, baby. You must be new here. See, no one uses their real identity when coming to play; it’s part of the rules. Blow on these again for me, would you sweetheart?” Kai explained before throwing the dice once more. His hand had swiftly moved from your shoulder to the small of your back, daring to continue moving south. It was then that you noticed Xiumin – he was sitting at one of the poker tables with a pretty woman on each arm. Each time he won a hand, they’d kiss him and each other; seemed like he was having a good night. Because you were distracted with a familiar face, you didn’t realize Kai had begun caressing your backside while he continued to play craps.

“I do believe you’re playing with something that belongs to me,” the velvety voice of the Joker said, causing you to flash a look of excitement his way.

“Joker…I was wondering when you’d humor me with your condescending attitude,” Kai callously replied.

“Condescending! Oh no, I would hope you could think more of me, Kai. I really just do these things for fun, you know,” Joker answered back, the maniacal melody rising in his tone. Kai scoffed at his response.

“Either way, you and I need to talk about my cut for your endeavors with the bank job,” he mumbled before getting up from the table, “Let’s head to the private lounge.”

Wrapping his arm around your waist, Kai led you and Joker upstairs to a secluded loft area, closing the doors behind him once the three of you were inside. You didn’t want to be involved in their business discussion, but Kai didn’t seem to want to let you go.

“You owe me, Joker. That was my bank, my cash flow, and you stopped that,” Kai snarled, gripping his glass of alcohol too tight for comfort.

“I only stole what you owed me. There’s plenty of money left in those vaults, I promise you that,” Joker countered, waiving his hands in the air like it was no big deal.

“That’s not what I’m talking about, fool. You killed my inside man – the bank manger! He was funneling money out of there into my offshore account on the regular. You owe me for his life…” Kai trailed off and the air got thick, as the silence grew louder. It happened in less than a millisecond that Kai pulled you into a chokehold with his gun jammed into your temple and Joker had his own weapon pointed directly at Kai, both men standing.

“I saw the security footage. This pet of yours killed my cash flow…a life for a life. What say you, Joker?” Kai provokingly queued.

“Kill her, I don’t care. If that’s going to solve your issue, fine. She means nothing to me,” Joker nonchalantly uttered, putting his gun back into his vest. Your eyes widened with horror at his action, until Kai pushed you aside and pointed his gun directly at Joker’s forehead.

“You’re so full of shit, you fucking clown. Why bring her here if she means nothing to you?!” Kai stammered, using one hand to throttle Joker’s neck so he could steady his aim between Joker’s eyes. Chen and Xiumin heard the commotion and both rolled into the loft, guns pointed at Kai.

“Guys, guys, calm down. Kai and I are just having a little…chat. Nothing to be worried about,” Joker downplayed, motioning for the guys to holster their weapons. The two exchanged worried glances, but followed their boss’s orders. You wanted to help diffuse the situation, especially since your worry was that if Kai killed Joker, you’d be stuck with the sleazy man.

“Maybe he brought me here for you,” you seductively chimed in, untying the string around your neck and teasing both Kai and Joker with the exposure of your bare skin. Joker’s lips curled into the biggest smirk you’d seen from him yet, and Kai licked his hand and smoothed back his hair. He put his gun on the small table and sat back on the couch, licking his lips at your show. It truly was amazing how quickly he forgot about money when the idea of sex presented itself.

“Come sit on daddy’s lap, sweetheart, and remove that top so I can see those perky tits of yours,” Kai hissed while he manspread his legs and unbuttoned his shirt. Joker just watched as you mounted Kai and dropped the top half of your dress directly in his face. It seemed as though Joker wasn’t going to stop it, but rather use you as a distraction to escape.

Before Kai had a chance to touch you, screams sounded from below – the police had infiltrated the underground casino and were making arrests left and right. He pushed you off of him and exited the back stairwell to his car. You attempted to retie your halter, but Joker grabbed you by the arm and whisked you away from the warehouse before you had a chance, so you held the fabric to your breasts for dear life.

In the many directions you were dragged, you got lost in the getaway. You didn’t find your bearings again until you realized Joker had taken you back to his private club, only now it was empty. You looked at the clock to see that it had been seventeen hours since you’d first laid eyes on him – on the Joker.

The silence in the club was melancholy – a bit unnerving. The backlit section at the bar was the only thing illuminating the space, and in the shadowy light, you could barely make out the change of expression in his gaze from malice to lust as he stared hungrily at your stance. Your arms were still clutching the top half of the dress to keep you covered, and he raised a wily eyebrow at the thought of what lie underneath. You slowly backed away from him until your bottom hit the edge of the pool table.

“It’s new,” he cooed, running his fingers through a latent strand of your hair. He smelled it for a moment before continuing with, “It hasn’t even been broken in, yet.”

“D-did you want to play a round?” you stuttered, playing dumb at his inference. He blew cool air onto your exposed neck, sending a riveting tingle throughout your body.

“I love when you play coy with me…” he hauntingly whispered into your ear, gripping your hair with more vigor. It wasn’t a secret that you wanted him – from that first moment seventeen hours ago you knew the things you wanted him to do to you. Feeling the fingertips of his free hand ghost up the skin on your arm, you decided to drop the fabric, which resulted in the dress plummeting to the floor. Joker held your hand and took a step back to admire you, wearing nothing but a black thong and heels.

Hoisting you up to sit on the green, he laid you down, allowing his hands to act as his eyes in the dimmed interior. Starting at your shoulders, he traced along the curves of your breasts, bringing one hand back up in between them to caress your neck while the other hand’s thumb swiveled slow, methodical circles on your nipple. A subdued moan escaped your lips, instigating the twitch in Joker’s eyebrow and the naughty twinkle in his eye as his mouth twisted into a mischievous grin.

Abdicating his touch from your body, he briskly removed his pinstriped jacket from his person, throwing it to the side. He stalked around the pool table to the opposite end, pulling you so your legs were no longer dangling over the edge. Lying along the length of the table, you watched as he removed his suspenders so they hung at his waist and began unbuttoning his shirt as he climbed onto the billiard table to join you.

It started with a kiss. His intoxicating lips kissed the soft linen covering your sex. Before he continued, he looked up and smiled at you. The soft skin below your belly button, a couple places along your abdomen, the supple spots from your breasts to your collarbones, Joker seductively worked his kisses up your body until he was hovering over your face, waiting for you to close the gap.

Pressing your index finger to his needy pout to halt his advance, you responded to his opening by finishing off his buttons so you could feel his chiseled abdomen. Your delicate touch grazed over his pectorals to his shoulders, relieving his arms of the residual fabric as you pushed it off his body. Your eyes traveled down his perfect physique, letting your fingernails follow your line of sight, until you reached his belt. It was there you let your hands rest and your eyes return to his, pulling his hips towards yours. He lowered his face, and finally the touch of his lips met yours.

What had started out as a slow, teasing beginning, immediately evolved into a spark of passion. You rose to your knees once Joker took your head in his hands; he nibbled on your lips while your tongues fought for dominance. Your bodies entwined and as Joker ravished you, any sense of sanity left your body – you were blissfully content falling into madness with this man.

Joker sat at the edge of the table, and you straddled him from behind with your arms around him, tracing the lines of his tattoos. Sweaty and out of breath, he grabbed your arms and rubbed them as he held your embrace. You belonged to him, and you would have it no other way.

“Baekhyun,” he interjected into the silence.

“Pardon, Mr. J?” you coyly asked, letting your tongue trail along his spine. He inhaled deeply and released a shudder of pleasure.

“My real name. I want to hear you say it,” he commanded, craning his neck to see you from over his shoulder. You licked your swollen lips and smirked at him before speaking.

“Baekhyun? Does anyone else know your true identity?” you inquired, wondering just how special you really were to him at that moment.

“No,” he coldly replied, shifting his body weight and cracking his neck. The risk he was taking sharing that information with you clearly wasn’t sitting well with him.

“Baby, your secret is safe with me,” you began, moving around and pulling him back to the table to lie down so you could mount him, “Baekhyun only when it’s you and me, and I’ll call you Mr. B around anyone else. Deal?”

“Puddin’, you are just full of surprises,” Baekhyun praised before readying himself for round two.

May 11, 2017

After sleeping the previous day away, you woke to find yourself being spooned by Baekhyun in his king sized bed; you immediately turned to face him and snuggled into his chest. He kissed you on the forehead before letting you continue your rest, asking you to meet him down in the basement for their next move. After getting ready, you sauntered down the stairwell to find a large group of thug-looking men around a table, with Baekhyun at the head.

“Now that you’ve gained my trust, it’s time to test your loyalty, darling,” Baekhyun sneered to you. Chen and Xiumin were directly at his sides, ready to strike down anyone in the meeting who opposed them. You knew his attitude was a front, so you allowed the behavior and decided to play along.

“Of course, Mr. B. I’m happy to oblige your – every – request,” you winked as you pounced onto the table and cat-walked to him. His lovingly contemptible smile graced your presence as helped you onto his lap.

“Gentlemen, we’re going to dismantle the city’s governing board, starting with Governor Lee Sooman,” Baekhyun informed, cackling wildly after seeing the shocked expressions on the attendees’ faces.

“But Boss, how do you plan to do that? He’s been bribing us for the last year to keep his affinity for strippers out of the media. It’s the only real reason we were able to get away with the heist yesterday,” Xiumin retorted while Chen worked on quieting the rest of the men.

“Yeah, and the only ones who know about that money funneling are the people in this room, the now deceased bank manager, and Kai,” Baekhyun rationally explained, continuing with, “So I’m going to ask for some volunteers to take care of our little ‘friend’ in crime.”

Baekhyun waited for some response from the team, but there was no movement among the stiffs. You didn’t like them ignoring your man, not one bit. Getting off of Baekhyun’s lap, you stood tall and ready to lecture.

“Are all of you deaf or something? Mr. B asked for some volunteers. You must be stupid if you aren’t raising your hand in excitement,” you chided, pointing your fingers at each of them to reaffirm your point.

“You’re the one that’s stupid, girl. Do you even know what kind of power Kai has?” a singular man started before a bullet found a home directly between his eyes. You looked back to see Baekhyun holstering his recently fired weapon, his gaze colder than dry ice.

“Gentlemen, I don’t care if you don’t want to volunteer for this operation,” Baekhyun began, rising from the table to meander around, “but if any one of you so much as says anything that can even remotely be considered as disrespectful to my dear Puddin’ here, and I’ll have you begging for death. Understand?”

It wasn’t the same terror from the hostages that these men exuded – rather, it was compliance. Each of them knew the madness plaguing Baekhyun, and no man was dumb enough to cross him. Baekhyun pulled out a deck of cards as he circled the table.

“Alright folks, we’re gonna play a little game since no one wants to be the team leader. The first three guys to pull a spade will have the unfortunate task of teaching Kai how to speak whale,” Baekhyun explained with a humorous demeanor.

“Whale?” Chen automatically queued.

“You know – because he’s gonna be sleeping with the fishes,” Baekhyun instantly retorted, slapping his knee and laughing at his own joke. The uneasy expressions exchanged by the henchmen made you giggle, and Baekhyun’s energy was turning you on.

After shuffling the deck and rounding the table a few times, the three members were chosen and sent off to fulfill their task. Baekhyun had instructed that the first three who drew hearts were next in line should they fail. It was then he turned his attention to you.

“Me?” you bashfully asked, twirling your hair in the hopes that Baekhyun would grab you and kiss you the same way he did last night.

“Yes, my sweet, you. We’re going to have to change your appearance a bit, but you are the key to his undoing. You see he has a weakness for pretty girls, and my bet is he won’t be able to resist you,” Baekhyun explained. He paused, waiting for your inevitable question.

“So how’s he going to see me?” you asked, catering to his wishes.

“I’m so glad you asked! You see, it just so happens he’s in need of a new secretary. All you need to do is be your devilishly cute little self, and we’ll take care of the rest.”

You agreed to the task, ready to show him how loyal you really were.

May 17, 2017

About a week later, you found yourself looking like Lois Lane in a gray tweed pencil skirt and jacket, with a white rayon button-up blouse underneath. It was the day of your interview, and you had to ace it in order for the plan to work. Xiumin had assisted in the transformation of your hair – adding some extensions after dying it blonde. The new look added a whole new pep to your step; you were ready to do this.

Governor Lee was an older gentleman with salt and pepper hair and thick spectacles. Upon seeing you walk through the door, his eyes lit up and reread your fake resume. You decided to wear a pair of horn-rimmed glasses, which hid your identity a little more – before taking the elevator to his floor, you saw the wanted posters with your face on them. He silently sipped his coffee while perusing your experience, until he was ready for the questionnaire portion of the interview.

“Before we start this Miss –“ he stopped, trying to read your pseudonym.

“Quinn. Y/N Quinn,” you interjected before resuming your demure attitude.

“Miss Quinn, indeed. I want to apologize because I’ve already filled the position, but you were so tenacious with your emails and phone calls, I had to give you a shot. Before you came in, however, the board came to me and said that funds simply won’t allow for me to have two secretaries, unfortunately,” he hesitantly said. You could tell he was regretting hiring whomever he did, especially when the button directly covering your breasts on your blouse popped open ‘without’ your knowledge. Baekhyun had purposely put you in a top two sizes too small in hopes that this would happen.

“If you could just reconsider, sir! If you look at my – oh my god! I’m so sorry!” you screeched after spilling his coffee onto his lap. It was a calculated move; when you tried to point at something on your resume, your hand ‘slipped’ to spill the coffee cup. In a moment you had grabbed a napkin from his desk and were patting his crotch, until you began suggestively rubbing to dry the area.

“You seem like you’re very dedicated to your work,” he half-heartedly said, distracted entirely by the pressure you were applying to his groin. Kneeling in your position, Governor Lee could better see your cleavage peeking through the hole in your shirt – which at that point another button had busted open, leaving a gaping hole clear for anyone to see your breasts. Luckily – though not entirely, since this had been part of the plan and you fought Baekhyun tooth and nail about this minor detail – you were wearing a bra, so you weren’t completely exposed.

“I only aim to please, sir. Government is my passion, and I don’t care where you put me, just please take me onto your staff,” you pleaded, emphasizing the word staff as you teased your fingers around his member. You stood up after he was dry enough and sat back down on the chair positioned in front of his desk. His eyes didn’t leave your tits, even as he resumed his professional mind.

“If you don’t mind no pay for the first month or so, we can definitely take on an intern. I can’t guarantee as much work as my hired secretary, but we can use you for copying and emails,” he offered. You overenthusiastically accepted, letting another button pop open in the process of your bouncing bosoms. Still pretending to be blissfully unaware of your unveiled skin, you took the required paperwork with you as you left the office.

June 6, 2017

A few weeks into the job made you comfortable enough to change the attire to be a bit more daring. You were still waiting on word from Baekhyun on whether or not Kai had been silenced, but you took a chance with a new wardrobe. You had already been wearing black thigh-highs from the start, so that wasn’t anything new, though the length of your skirt went from knee-length to mid-thigh. Your garters peeked through when you bent down, which was your intent. You decided to wear the same rayon blouse from your interview, only this time you were donning a red chemise underneath in case of any button poppage. In order to avoid the button issue, you purposely didn’t button the top four – not only was it evident you were wearing red lingerie beneath the blouse, but no one would have to fantasize about your cleavage.

Governer Lee never saw it coming. When he walked into his office that day, you were bent over trying to find some files that needed to be faxed. Wiggling your behind in his face, he could almost see the fact that you had forgone underwear. All he could see were the garters connecting your thigh highs to your belted waist.

“Miss Quinn, I just got word that the fax machine downstairs is down. You can use my private one if you’d like,” he lied, finding any way he could to keep you in his eyesight. You decided to play along for some innocent flirting. You stood up and turned to him, and he almost lost it at the sight of your scantily clad appearance.

“Oh bummer! Can you show me how to use it?” you innocently asked, holding the papers needed to fax close to your stomach with both hands to exaggerate your cleavage. The governor nodded in astonishment as he waved you to his copy room. It was a medium-sized space, much larger than the copy room downstairs. This one also had a window, and just below the window in the corner was none other than Baekhyun. He put his finger to his lips to indicate your silence.

“Oh silly me, this one is exactly like the one downstairs. If you want you can keep me company though,” you flirted, daring him to cross the line. He sat down in the chair across the room, readying himself to check out your ass the whole time you worked. You tried to copy something and the ‘out of paper’ noise gave you an idea. The paper tray was at the bottom of the copier, so you grabbed a stack and bent over without so much as even a slight bend in your knee. The governor could see all of you the moment you reached the tray – you even spread your legs slightly to give him a better view.

“Forgive me if this is too forward, but you are a very well formed young lady,” he complimented, trying his hardest not to stutter as he loosened his tie. He was beginning to sweat, and you wanted to push him a step further.

“You’re making me blush, Governor Lee. If I’m being frank, I’ve had a little crush on you since you took office,” you gushed, backing to the copier. You hoisted yourself onto the transparent top and spread your legs before continuing, “I kind of only took this job so I could get close to you.” You pressed the copy button and the light of the copier ran across your sex, printing out a black and white image of you. Grabbing a marker, you wrote a fake number on the paper and handed it to him.

“Why wait for me to call you? No one will come in here,” he schmoozed before locking the door. “You have an amazing ass. Baby let me see it, pull your skirt up for me.” In that moment, you saw Baekhyun pop out from the corner.

“Surprise!” he exclaimed, pointing his pistol at Governor Lee. You ran to the locked door, guarding his only escape route.

“Joker! What are you doing here?” the governor rudely questioned, not phased in the slightest by his gun.

“We need to have a little chat about business,” Baekhyun callously answered, rotating his neck to crack it several times. He shook out his body but kept his gun steady.

“You know my daytime hours aren’t available for scum like you. Call me later!” Governor Lee dismissed while shooing away Baekhyun. After hearing the governor’s response, Baekhyun snapped his fingers and in the blink of an eye, Xiumin and Chen appeared through the window, dressed as window cleaners. They began dragging the governor out of the building.

“What – are – you – doing?!” Governor Lee huffed at each attempt to break free. They had securely pulled him through the window, readying the chloroform to knock him out the moment Baekhyun gave the okay.

“I just want to make sure you have time in your schedule later, since you don’t want to chat now,” Baekhyun teased, laughing as he nodded at the two henchmen. The whisked him down to the alley and pushed him into a nearby van before driving off. You and Baekhyun were alone in the locked copy room.

“Mr. B…” you cooed, waiting for him to put his hands on your aching body. You were so aroused you could feel your essence dripping down your inner thigh.

“That was quite the performance, Puddin’. Well done. Now we just need to finish what we started,” he proposed, ripping open your blouse and lifting your skirt. His fingertips toyed at your sides until one set swooped in to feel your sodden lips. Baekhyun ran his middle finger along the length of your slit, bringing it up to his mouth to taste. “Mm. Maybe I should call you ‘Sugar’ instead of ‘Puddin’…you taste so sweet.”

His lips melded instantly to yours, and you pulled him closer by gripping the back of his head. Your moans matched his grunts as the two of you tousled tongues, moving to nibble on his earlobes when you needed air. Baekhyun flipped you around and bent you over the copier, raising your skirt higher and smacking your ass for good measure. Your initial cry of pleasure turned into a snarky giggle, and you peered over your shoulder at Baekhyun, inviting him to do it again.

“Now, now my sweet, I haven’t even had a sampling,” he coyly disapproved, waving his index finger back and forth, “I’ll indulge your every desire, once I’ve had mine.” On that note, he knelt down and spread your cheeks. Baekhyun trailed a meandering lick from your slit to your asshole before sucking on it with elaborate enthusiasm. A couple of his fingertips found your clit and began massaging the aroused area while his mouth went to town tossing your salad. His fingers pulsed in and out of your heat, tracing to your backside to spread your essence for lubrication.

One digit, then two – until finally he worked up to using three of his long fingers in your ass. His free hand reached around to stimulate the front half of your labia, running circles on your clit; with each of your moans, Baekhyun increased his tenacity. In the rapid approach of your high, you were flipped back to face Baekhyun before he latched his mouth to your swollen nub and his fingers hooked deep inside your walls. Your cum drizzled out of you with each of his fast-paced movements, coating the floor of the copy room.

Baekhyun rose from his crouched position to give you the sloppiest kiss you’d ever exchanged with him – and it only turned you on more. Legs still shaking from your release, you gripped the copier while attempting to recollect yourself. Baekhyun smirked at you before extending his hand in aid, ready to escort you out the window. “Puddin’ you’re too good to me. I promise I’ll reward you just how you want when we get home.”

June 8, 2017

“With no evidence to go on, Governor Lee’s disappearance is still a mystery. Authorities are asking anyone who may have any information on this woman, who goes by the alias of ‘Y/N Quinn’, to call police immediately,” the sound of the newscaster filled the silence of the upstairs office. “Quinn was also seen at the fateful bank robbery last month with the infamous gangster Joker and his group of thugs. She is seen as extremely dangerous and no one should attempt to approach her. Please contact law officials if you believe you have sighted her.”

“Mr. B, I’m famous,” you crooned, jumping into his lap and kissing him on the cheek with his infectious madness. Baekhyun pulled your face to his, returning the admiration with fervent tenacity, making Chen and Xiumin turn towards the window.

“He hasn’t said a word yet, boss,” Xiumin interjected, waiting for direction from Baekhyun.

“We’ve tried everything, and he won’t admit to the embezzlement. He knows what we’re trying to do and he keeps saying he’s not gonna take the fall,” Chen added, removing the cigarette from his mouth and ashing it with force into the ashtray. He eyed Xiumin, hoping for some sort of backup.

“Puddin’?” Baekhyun queued. You perked your head in response, sitting on the edge of your seat – or rather, his lap – for his continuance. “Want to go play with the governor again?”

“As much as I love making you happy, Mr. B, I’d much rather watch you work this time,” you vexed, wrapping your foot around his leg and unbuttoning the top button on his already wrinkled shirt. Baekhyun ran his fingers through his hair and tapped you on the nose before lifting you off his lap to head down to the basement.

Baekhyun led you down the back corridors of the club, descending several flights of stairs lit by fluorescent bulbs until you reached the bottom. He opened the metal door for you and gestured you inside. It was there that Baekhyun was holding his hostage. Governor Lee was tied to a metal chair in a windowless room. A small pail sat beside him – you guessed it held the extinguished cigarette butts judging by the marks on the governor’s arms. There was evidence of several burns – small round marks with the circumference of Chen’s brand of choice. The only thing standing between you two and the governor was the mirrored wall that acted as a window from your perspective.

“Let’s begin,” Baekhyun jeered, pressing the record button on the camera pointed at the governor. He blew you an elaborate kiss before opening the door into the interrogation room.

“Well, well, looks like little Sooman doesn’t want to play with Two-Face or Penguin. I get it – one’s, well, two-faced so you know you can’t trust him, and the other,” Baekhyun scoffed, “The other is a flightless bird. What’s the point of that?!” His signature cackle echoed in the poorly lit space.

“I know what you’re trying to do, Joker, and it’s not gonna work. You and your minions can torture me all day – you won’t get what you want,” Lee Sooman cockily said as he looked at the cuts and burns on his chest.

“What I want? What more could I want? I have a thriving business, funded – in part – by a wonderfully twisted politician, a group of loyal friends who are just as untrustworthy as they are trustworthy, and a paragon of a woman to stand by my side and lick my wounds when I feel like inflicting some self-mutilation. What I want? I could honestly care less on whether or not you even admit your involvement. We can totally continue with our little arrangement,” Baekhyun jested, circling the governor until he stood behind him and stared at him through the reflection in the mirror.

“Then why kidnap me?!” the Governor bellowed, frustrated at Baekhyun’s volality.

“Because I wanted to, because I was bored, because I can…take your pick on my reasoning, I really don’t care,” Baekhyun brushed off as he walked away from the governor towards the mirror, staring directly at you.

“Turn the camera off,” Lee Sooman commanded.

“What was that?” Baekhyun inquired, spinning on his heel to turn and face the governor.

“Turn the camera off and we can talk.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” you interjected, walking into the room like Tyra Banks on the runway. You flipped your hair and eyed Baekhyun like you were about to mount and start riding him.

“This just got so much more fun…” Baekhyun smirked, rubbing his hands together and licking his lips.

“Mister governor, sir, is it true you like pretty girls?” you innocently asked, bending over to the governor’s face, assuring your cleavage was directly in his line of sight.

“I-uh, well, you see…”

“Can you keep a secret?” you whispered, leaning into his ear and sitting on his lap, “I’m not wearing any panties.”

“What is this nonsense? Using my weakness against me? How uninventive. I expected better from you, Joker,” the governor rampaged, shaking you off of him. “Besides, your money pit is going to dry up anyway. My secret is no longer hidden, thanks to the last girl I took home with me. Don’t you watch the news? Oh, maybe you were too busy robbing that bank, but my scandal is out and over with. You can keep blackmailing me all you’d like, you’re not getting another penny of my money,”

“Your money? You’re broke,” Baekhyun laughed, shaking his head in disappointment.

“My money, the state’s money, it’s the same fucking thing!”

You stifled the giggle that escaped your lips – Baekhyun had succeeded in breaking the governor. He exited the room for a quick second and returned with a small USB stick. Holding it up and shaking it in his hand, the expression on Governor Lee’s face spelled it out that he knew he was in checkmate. A slow, depraving laugh sounded from Baekhyun as he approached you, still standing next to the governor.

“Isn’t she just the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen?” Baekhyun dared, dangling you in front of the governor as bait. “Tell me what it was like, when you thought she was just some exuberant temp in your office – tell me what it was like seeing her bend over with her tight little skirts. That had to have been hot, right?”

“Yeah…sure,” the governor muttered, trying to ignore Baekhyun’s lead.

“But probably not as much as when you’d turn up the A/C just to watch her nipples get hard. I bet every time she changed the water in her white button-up blouse you were just hoping it would spill over her front – I know I’m thinking about that now and there’s nothing even in here!” Baekhyun continued, his madness level increasing with each breath.

“…Yeah,” the governor uttered.

“So which was it for you? Her tits or her ass?”

“I don’t know, just –“

“Which was it?!”

“Ass! Her fucking ass! Jesus Christ, man. Just let me go!”

“Thank you for sharing. Did you hear that honey, you have an amazing ass. Yeah, man I’ll let you go, just one more thing,” Baekhyun casually said as he pulled you toward the mirror, having you bend over with your hands against it, parallel to the floor. Baekhyun pulled up your skirt to reveal your bare behind and center to the governor before asking, “How does her ass look now?” A resounding slap met your backside. Baekhyun had spanked you, which ignited your arousal. The governor was silent.

“I’ll ask you again. How does her ass look now?” Baekhyun menacingly repeated, waiting patiently for the governor’s answer. With each passing second your need for another spank grew. It felt like hours until finally he slapped your ass again – you wiggled your hips in delight and let out a cry of pleasure.

“How does it look?!”

“Great! It looks fucking great! I want to fucking eat her ass it looks so good, okay?!”

BOOM. Baekhyun fired a bullet right at the governor’s heart. Tossing his custom filigreed gun to the side, he brought you back to a standing position while still standing behind you. Within seconds, he ripped open your shirt and slammed your bare breasts into the cold glass of the mirror while he extracted his wildly hard cock from his pants and aligned himself at your entrance. He pulled your hair, shoved in his throbbing member, and bit the nape of your neck.

“Did you like that, Puddin’?” he panted while thrusting into you, “Watching me toy with our captive?”

“Mr. B, that was the hottest thing I’ve seen,” you retorted before exuding a piercing moan. Baekhyun spanked your already rose-tinted cheeks once more. “I’m getting wetter just replaying it in my head.”

“I know, babe, I can feel it. You feel so good, you’re so tight,” he gasped, allowing his thrusts to increase in speed and intensity. As his pumps grew faster, the only sounds that filled the room were the slapping of his skin to yours and a combination of grunts, heavy breathing, and moans. This continued until both you and he came, and as he peaked he fisted your hair and pulled so your face was able to receive his fucked-out, sloppy kiss.

“I love you, Puddin’.”

“I love you, Mr. B.”

Later that night, you found yourself dressed incognito in a van sitting next to Baekhyun and Xiumin – Chen was driving. Governor Lee’s remains were in a body bag in the back, with the USB recording of his confession tied to his face. The plan was to drop off the body, abandon the van, and meet back at the rendez-vous point. Everything was going well, but you had a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach as you approached city hall.

“Whatever happened with Kai?” you asked out of the blue. You realized you’d never heard word on whether or not he was silenced.

“He escaped. We’ve sent another team to try and find him, but he’s gone into hiding,” Xiumin monotonously answered. The van stopped in front of city hall, the deafening silence of the night twisting knots in your stomach – and not in the good way.

“Alright, everyone knows the drill, meet at the liquor store on 4th and B in two hours. I’m gonna make the call,” Baekhyun said before dialing the director of the board. He hadn’t even heard a callback ring when sirens and cop cars swarmed the area – it was a setup.

“Run!” Chen screamed, jumping out of the van. Each of you bolted off in different directions, knowing that was the safest way to make sure everyone escaped. You turned down various corridors, not concentrating on any direction until you ran face first into a man’s chest.

“Well, well, look at what we have here,” a cruel, familiar voice said. You looked up to see Kai staring down at you with a malicious grin on his face. In that same moment, you heard Baekhyun shouting – it sounded like he was cornered. Not even thinking, you turned to go to him, but Kai grabbed your arm to stop you.

“I don’t think so, princess. Let him take the fall, and you can stand by me. I’ll shower you with gifts and jewels like you’ve never seen,” he sneered. Kai was just your average thug – he was nowhere near the level of intelligence of Baekhyun. You loved him for his presence and his energy, not because he was wealthy.

“I’ll pass,” you rudely retorted, ripping your arm from his grasp. Kai chased after you as you began to run towards the sound of Baekhyun’s voice.

“Here! Here! Quinn is here!” Kai shouted as you entered the street. One of his henchmen was playing a recording of Baekhyun’s voice, and the moment you realized your mistake, police surrounded you. You glanced around at the buildings and saw Baekhyun in the window of a third story apartment, looking furious at your capture.

You saw him mouth the words, ‘I’ll come for you’, before you looked away. The last thing you wanted to do was assure the police two victories. They caught you, and that was all you were going to let them have. Kai smirked at you as you were handcuffed and put into the back of the car – you glared at him in disdain. You didn’t know what was waiting for you at the prison, but you knew you would die before giving any information about Baekhyun.

June 26, 2017

Two and a half weeks, and you’d already been put into solitary. You’d been put through several shock-therapy sessions in the hopes that you would talk, but the torture they put you through only made your loyalty to Baekhyun that much stronger. One of the guards stopped by your cell to talk – he thought you were cute and you were using him for coffee.

“He’s not coming for you, Y/N. He’s a criminal, and he used you to escape,” he apologetically said, hoping you’d come to your senses.

“That’s cute, but clearly you’ve never been in love,” you responded, sipping your coffee with your pinky in the air. Suddenly, what sounded like an explosion on the other side of the jail shook the building.

“What was that?!” the friendly guard exclaimed, grabbing his gun and aiming it at the hallway.

“That’d be Mr. B…”

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