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privitivium · 2 months

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hnnn... fellers liked the first one and it gives me reason enough to post a second part. these r just rambles...... sorry for any mistakes. p1

dombot amab bossy gangster x subtop amab m reader :3

cw; stalking - "yandere-ish" ?!! dubcon

his jealousy knows no bounds. dude constantly keeping a guy on you, if not himselfㅡand today, all you want to do is arts and crafts for fun on your day off... when you should've been calling him up instead! he can't believe the audacity, really. immediately hopping in his vinatage old car and hauling ass to the address he was given by his lackey tagging you, showing up just to see you being all chummy with some nobody-? augh!!

at first, he was irritated with how frightful you were... "stop being scared of me, i love you!" he'd shake you, eyes wide and looking like a madman before rubbing yr dicks together... so happy when its clear ur becoming accustomed to him... playing on your phone and seeing that someone you regularly play with is with someone else. you admit you're a little jealous, yes.. but it's quickly ruined by your hulking freak of a lover. so upset and childish.

ㅡ"you're only allowed to be jealous if i'm part of the reason!" he snapped, tugging your phone from your hands and exiting the game you were on. really? seriously? you were just a bit upset your usual duo wasn't online in some coloring game, it isn't that big of a deal... but yeah, sure babe. who are you to deny him again? as he sucks you off? you don't think you have the clearance to deny such a dangerous figure of anything. i mean, him making several copies of your apartment key - following you around or having you followed - told what to do most of the time? - you don't want to think about if he actually has cameras in your place or not, but it wouldn't be surprising. constantly nervous in the comfort of your own home... ugh.

"who's this guy? he bothering you?" "coming" to your rescue. you were negatively surprised to see him because how did he know where the fuck to find you? on this busy ass strip of shops and he so happens to be passing by and see you amongst the crowds? you wouldnt be surprised if there was a fucking tracker in your shoulderㅡ"i mean, i couldve been doing this with you... who even is this guy?" he gestures to the employee who was merely bringing you more trinkets for reference... smelling the insecurity and jealousy from your cornerㅡthere was really no reason to be so damn jealous nor insecure...

he's in love with you and how can you not love that? having some big ass dude who is a sort of danger to the public saying youre his fated one to be and treating you all nice and fucking you real good? ... no, honey, you arent flirting with this poor worker just trying to do his job, stalker..

"sorry, i ah... got busy." that seemed to be your go to excuse, huh?? he won't take it anymore - he won't!! however, begrudgingly sitting, enjoying your presence and letting you finish whatever fuckass thing you were creating... - "oh, is this for me?" breaking your concentration as he plucks the object from your hands - words dying on your lips at his glowering expression he shoots you. "that's sweet of you. it's finished you say? we'll lets get a move on..." he was pulling you up and tugging you out the door - practically throwing you in the passenger of his car with yr little trinket in hand.. jeez, was it really that bad that you wanted a bit of time to your self? still not understanding that your world is going to revolve strictly around his - no friends you hear?! he's all the friend and boyfriendㅡ girlfriendㅡhusband you need!!

apologizing with a soft, "sorry honey, thats my bad mhm." yes it is your bad. but hes not one to hold grudges against his fated one to be, obviously. who could stay mad at their fated lover... right. this guy, just a delusional freak you were genuinely too scared to stand up to. i mean... he was great in some aspects... a great protector... a great fuckhole... but sometimes he gets too suffocating..

ㅡand who is there for you when you happen to get sick... threatening your job to put you on paid leave for a few days, so nice of him, right? commend him while he pets you. like awh babe ur so sad and pathetic c'mere and let me feed you this canned soup babe. babe c'mon, c'mere. come here, babe.

ending up with him groping at your soft cock through your sweatpants... and you struggling to get away. weaky pushing against him, being held against his fat pecs - muscular arm slung over your abdomen to keep you still - your head is faintly hurting and he's touching your dick?? augh... but god the way he's so gentle and whispering sweet-nothings into your ear.. but it's like.. babe... get me water. but you can't tell him that, that you need hydration. too caught up in mutely whimpering with your head tilted back against his shoulder and lips parted - he should know how bad ur feeling, you were just complaining - "it hurts... augh.. ugh.." but babe! he wants to show you how much he loves you through what he knows best - showering you in affectionㅡ! it's okay, shhh... you'll feel so much better, i promise. aren't you going to believe me? babe you know i tell you the truth, always and forever.

man... how about gangster dude catching you jerking it and pulling you in missionary just to wrap his thick ass legs around your hips to fuck you into him. have this oral instead. him lurking around your place but not yet entering... before he finally does, kicking off his shoes and hanging his coat like he owns the place and looking around for you - expecting you to be asleep in your bed since all the lights were out but he couldn't quite see in through the windows?!?! catching you while touching yourself, rather enveloped in whatever the fuck was playing on your phone... what a sight for him to see! how ... lovely. you must've been expecting him, huh? no time to be surprised - no time to cover yourself. you do, weakly covering your leaky prick with your hands after tossing your phone to the side, calling out his name in surprise. what r u surprised for silly... we both know you've been waiting for me! i mean, haven't even come yet. you were waiting for me... almost bashful as he dips in between your legs, hugging you into him and tonguing at the head of yr cock just to have you a shivering trembling mess. it's his favorite! to make you cry from pleasure and then ride your still-hard prick... making sure not to crush you... so thoughtful

#ocs =͟͟͞͞★#yandere gangster?!#male reader #x male reader #top male reader #x top male reader #subtop male reader #bttm male character #dom male yandere #yandere oc x reader #yandere x male reader #yandere male x reader #yandere m x m reader #yandere male x male reader

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mustangs-flames · 4 months

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Wrote a lil thing for the amnesiac Alt!Cesar AU.

C: Mark? What's wrong? Why are you-

M - Stay back! You aren't real. You aren't Cesar.

C - I- What do you mean I'm not me? If you're mad about the argument, Mark, I... I wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have- I-

M - Save it. Don't act like I don't know what you are. You're not my friend. You killed him. And now you want me to believe that you are him? Three days. Three days it took me to realize that you were fake. And now you come here all over again acting like I won't remember?!

C - Mark, I- I'm truly sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you so bad. We never should have even gotten into that argument. I-It was stupid. We should have just-

M - Don't you dare use the real Cesar's memories against me! You took the single most important thing in my life away and now you want me to replace him with a mockery?!

C - Mark... I am the real Cesar...

Thank you random anon. I will never be ok again

OUGH I AM SO ILL. SO FUCKING ILL /VPOS

Just the idea of alt!Cesar being entirely, utterly convinced that he is the real Cesar. That he's never been anything else...

God, and imagine the horror he'd feel if his alternate instincts kicked in. Imagine the fear of losing control of your body like that. Of being so sure that you're human only to suddenly start falling to pieces to reveal the monster you always were underneath...

AUGH.

#hail true body au #mustang answers!#htb alt!cesar #htb mark #and mark being torn between wanting to kill what he knows is a monster. but this monster is too like cesar #it's like he has his best friend back. and mark is only a man. he doesn't want to let cesar go again. even if it isn't really him...#I AM SO ILL OVER THIS LMAO

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cak31ssuperi04 · 8 months

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Also also for the ask game The rest of the hackers + Izuchi n Sagara + Nanase!!

time to run away from ur ask box again just to show up again later

ding dong ditching via askbox real /j

YIPPE! WOO!

Sagara:

favorite thing about them- BEST GIRL???? I'M SO ILL ABOUT HER???? she's so silly......... I think there's something in her casual edginess and how she dresses in frills and likes cake and just how chill she is about it all. Love that she threatens Nanashi 0.3 seconds after meeting him. I like her general demeanor. Or how much she talks herself up in spite of how pathetic she is. She's a fun character and just everything about her appeals to me specifically, I can and will read to deep into her character sheet calling her jaded.

least favorite thing about them- Her saying Sagara was her temp name was the perfect setup for her to eventually reveal a chuuni alias and I'm so bitter that they didn't do that.

favorite line- "Heehee... Then Nanashi, you will have to perform the official pact rite!" (What's the pact rite?) "You must help with this lunchtime cake set that's being sold starting today!" (T-that's the rite?) "I have a quota to meet this month, see..."

brOTP- Nanashi!! Their friendship and interactions are so great to me. I also really like the idea of her befriending Yukinaga. Weirdboy-to-Weirdgirl communication(for both friendships tbh).

OTP- IZUCHI AUGH I M SO OBSESSED WITH THEM. They're very different but hear me out. They have a funny dynamic. Menaces to society and also each other. I do actually think there is potential for them to contrast and complement each other in interesting ways though. I appreciate that their one interaction establishes that she visits him regularly just to mess with him, and how he's probably just used to her atp. I think they could be schemers together.

nOTP- eh.

random headcanon- Her chicken avatar is based on a childhood pet, she starts keeping chickens again sometime in the future. Also timeskip Sagara wears crocs.

unpopular opinion- I've only seen this like twice but I disagree with any portrayal of Izsg that involves her pestering him because she has a crush because I think it's infinitely funnier if she's just Like That(and maybe the local asshole is one of the few peoples she has that's close to an actual friend but it's not a crush. at the moment).

song i associate with them- Egorock

favorite picture of them- From her VA's twitter

Izuchi:

favorite thing about them- Smartass. I love him dearly. Self aggrandizing mad scientist with the brains to back it up, who just does whatever he wants without regard to what other people think and goes about it with a cool and collected(/albeit arrogant) air. How he's not really on either side but just gives the time of day to whatever benefits him/his research, yet is still patient enough to explain things and hear out other perspectives. Who maybe does have a nice side but it's overlayed by 50 layers of conceit.

least favorite thing about them- I want him to face tangible consequence for what he did to the Potetes.

favorite line- "...What is it, whelp? Do you love my greatness? Well, I must apologize... I already adore myself far more than you do.", why is he like this I'm sobbign

brOTP- Nanashi, mad scientist-guinea pig duo ever. I think his relationship with Kirai is interesting too.

OTP- SAGARA. Look I think it's so real of her to be canonically able to knock him on his ass in like 1 minute flat. I have full reason to believe this happens regularly simply because of how easily she does it here, and the only reason it doesn't escalate is because Nanase drags her away. Izuchi is a voice of reason to her out-there way of thinking and general immaturity and Sagara not only doesn't take his shit but is fully capable of smashing through his ego.

nOTP- I can see how Izuchi/Saaya would be interesting but it just isn't for me idk.

random headcanon- Keeps and labels seashell displays. It's some of the only actual decor his room has. Also is a relatively decent cook.

unpopular opinion- The fandom doesn't bully him enough like actually. Look at this guy.

song i associate with them- What The World Needs, this was so hard I have too many.

favorite picture of them-

Kirai:

favorite thing about them- He's such an unapologetic turd but also weirdly competent for a 10 year old. I like how he spends his entire friend event complaining then just gives Nanashi trash as a gift. That's so mean. I feel like he veers more into being just an outright asshole vs Nomare or the twins being kind of clowns about it, but I love that for him honestly.

least favorite thing about them- leave the old man alone bro(who isn't even an old man he's 34 but Kirai's 10 so I see how it'd seem that way to him)

favorite line- "Yeah, yeah. Let's slaughterize 'em all."

brOTP- The hackers but I think Kotora being his babysitter is funny. Sorry for the constant torment dude(it's entertaining.)

OTP- N/A

nOTP- N/A

random headcanon- Makes a fuss about how he's eventually going to get a growth spurt and how That'll Show You All but stays short into adulthood. Never hears the end of it.

unpopular opinion- I feel like Izuchi's personality gets conflated with his sometimes which I get but. You know(will not elaborate(this isn't directed at anything you said in your answer btw just to be clear, you're good)).

song i associate with them- Oh No!

favorite picture of them-

Mikado:

favorite thing about them- Great antagonist. Very good parallels to Nanashi(for obvious reasons), with this being how he would've turned out if he stayed the way he was at the start of the game, down to his ultimate goal being a warped version of Nanashi's initial wish of World Peace. His attempt to start a team only to have them all hate and betray him in contrast to people being weirded out by Nanase before eventually warming up to him for him is neat.

least favorite thing about them- How do you just pretend to be a guy's cousin who he's known all his life and have his family accept that and let him stay with you. Where does Nanase go when he disappears. I can and will draw conjectures but I wish that was elaborated on.

favorite line- "Had it not been "me," there was no way I would have offered you hot cocoa in the dead of summer as if it were a reward." On levels of passive aggression incomprehensible to mere mortals.

brOTP- Nanashi and Misane!

OTP- N/A

nOTP- Nanashi ew

random headcanon- Would try to hold hacker Game Nights to build rapport and cooperation, you can imagine how well that went.

unpopular opinion- Not exactly Mikado himself but never forget that Nanashi is canonically capable of becoming a fucked up guy given the right circumstances. As in "can and will commit so many crimes against humanity" fucked up.

song i associate with them- Technocrat, I probably Do have better songs for him but I just want to raise this in the vein of him trying to pitch the master program to the higher ups and doing it in a really backhanded concerning way(although it gets passed anyways so.)

favorite picture of them-

Kotora:

favorite thing about them- Only Sane Man of the hackers but is so spineless that it doesn't even matter. He gets bullied by a 10 year old, guys. Hge's so tired guys give him a break. I enjoy the potential thread of him being so stressed and tired that he turned to crime despite not usually being that type. I like the moment in his friend event where Rocca breaks a plate(?) and he's more concerned about her safety. Nice fellow.

least favorite thing about them- Who runs the cafe while he's running from the law? Because Rocca is definitely still working there.

favorite line- "Ahaha… I wouldn't say "don't judge a book by its cover," more… "you don't know what a really fatigued guy will do.""

brOTP- The hackers but I like to imagine him and Tobari having regular meetups(tea parties? coffee? Whatever) after the group splinters off to do their own thing. I'd say they could bond over the more mature of the four but I wonder how he'd feel, with him being burnt out(albeit I do think all that trouble would give him a new appreciation for his life, but that doesn't change the fact that the feeling was there) and running a struggling business and her being born rich and choosing to gallivant around because she's a thrillseeker? I think there could be something to explore there.

OTP- N/A

nOTP- N/A

random headcanon- Majored in computer science for a minute in college; Went back to coding when he started feeling stuck in his own life and that's how he managed to have any success with hacking.

unpopular opinion- N/A

song i associate with them- Coffee and Syrup

favorite picture of them- He's kindof pathetic but that's how I like my men

Nomiya:

favorite thing about them- Hell yeah, go funny loud man.

least favorite thing about them- We have Sho Minamoto at home.

favorite line- "Ya better show me somethin' giga-fun next time!!! If you yotta-bore me again, you're packed!! Zipped! DELEEETEEEEEED!!!!!"

brOTP- The hackers but I like to think of him and Kirai being disasters who cause problems on purpose. I bet they fight all the time.

OTP- I don't always go there but I do see the Nomihiyu vision

nOTP- N/A

random headcanon- After the master program gets re-made he gets brought onto the team to help with code maintenance. He creates viruses and Hiyu figures out how to protect the master program from them.

unpopular opinion- N/A

song i associate with them- AC/DC

favorite picture of them-

Nanashi:

favorite thing about them- His arc! How he starts the game constantly trashing on himself and through his efforts to befriend the characters, he learns that everyone's a little messed up. He learns to start loving himself and what sets him apart, and that he deserves to be live and love and have friendship through his relationships, because people care for him. How his arc carries into the next game but not in such a way that they just get rid of his peculiarity.

least favorite thing about them- I feel like it does get toned down from Ch.XXX to 1beat but some of his interactions with Misane post-timeskip... yeesh.

favorite line- His whole speech at the end of the first game makes me feel things.

brOTP- Misane big obvi, they're so precious to me. Can a catgirl and a bunnyboy truly solve crimes together.

OTP- I have a few ships I like with him but nothing I'm entirely committed to.

nOTP- Gosh where do I start. Mikado maybe.

random headcanon- Moves in with the Real Aisakas permanently after the game, mostly I just feel bad about the idea of having him move too far away from his friends.

unpopular opinion- Okay for how much people like to rag on his post-timeskip behavior lbr even some of his comments toward other characters throughout the first game were kind of. weird(derogatory). Also maybe not shipping him with Misane is an unpopular opinion but the fandom seems to have fallen off that boat anyways.

song i associate with them- Saying the 1bit ed might be too obvious so. uh. Be A Friend. Also Self-Inflicted Achromatic for a more angsty(normal end) angle

favorite picture of them-

#Izuchi and Sagara go first because they're the MOST important #Fun fact Sagara is the specific reason I started doing 1bit fanart #pieceofcake.txt #cakeasks #these Favorite Thing sections have just become me rambling without actually pinpointing a favorite thing but ah. it is what it is

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askmsideblog · 1 year

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look around to make sure no ones there, and then run ig? whatever gets you out

ASK 32: IRꙮN OLEANDER ✧˖*°࿐

I'm in the living room now, and I could've sworn I- "Awh, Did I not tie you down well enough?" "That's a shame." I whirl around instinctively. I feel my blood run cold. Twisted stands in the doorway, he smiles at me. "I could've sworn I did a better job." "I was in a hurry, M! You're way more resilient than your supposed to be." He holds a metal rod in his left hand. I jolt backwards when he holds it up. "When I found out you came back, I couldn't help but make sure you stayed! It gets so lonely without you, and you're such a big help with... everything, my little Alexandrite." Twisted reaches for my head with this open hand. He rustles my hair. I let him. "Did you not miss me? Come on, wipe that look of shock off your face." I hold the knife—his knife—in my right hand. I shake the shellshock out of me before I push him away. "AUGH- YOU-" Twisted grunts before swinging at my side. He hits me and I stumble into a bookcase. I grab a book from it, throwing it at him. I scramble too my feet, holding the knife out in-front of me. Twisted dodges the book, running towards me, swinging at my skull. I dodge, in the process knocking over the bookcase as all of the stuff in it flies out with me in tandem. I grab a few more books and start hurling them at Twisted as I try to sit up. I knock off his opal brooch, and it falls onto my bag. I whirl around, forcing it into a pocket, as I slice a deep gash into the flesh of Twisted's ankle. He stumbles, leaning on a nearby wall. His blood gets everywhere the floor and on me. It leaks into my bag and stains my notebook. "YOU DUMB☆SS B☆TCH!" Twisted hisses in pain as I get up onto my feet. I have a clear shot of his throat. I run past him, slicing a cut into his throat as gain enough momentum to slam myself into the door, forcing the old, decaying wood open and making a mad dash into the night's rain. I can't bring myself to kill him. Why can't I bring myself to kill him? I collapse into the wet grass after what felt like hours of running. I curl into myself, crying my eyes out in silent, crimson agony. I couldn't bring myself to kill him. I should be ashamed. And nothing burns the soul quite as bitterly as shame.

#askblog #holy shit this was long #tw violent language #tw violence #tw ptsd #tw sharp objects #tw manipulation #tw blood #twisted rainbow #long post #tr!twisted #tr!m

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mochiwrites · 1 year

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M O C H I I AM IN YOUR INBOX AND I AM HEAR TO SHOUT I HAVE THE CHAPTER PULLED UP I HAVE COFFEE I HAVE NOT MEDICATED AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Who gave you the RIGHT

That FRAME and CANVAS metaphor my HEART. How DARE. God. Giant hole where Grian is. I knew what was coming, sort of. I had a lot of suspicions confirmed. I AM SHAKING YOU. THE WAY YOU TWISTED THAT FAMILY FOLDER TOO???? That mumbo DIDNT click on it but Scar did only to have it be. MMMMMMMMMM WHAT I WAS??????? SHAKING YOU

The GB. The way they've infiltrated the town right under everyone's noses. Oh goddddddddddddddddd I am so FULL of dread. And then to introduce them through Martyn AND JIMMY AHHHH I KNEW IT AND also introduce the listeners in that way??? I am vibrating.

I have so many thoughts about Martyn, Grian, and Jimmy I'm. MMMMMMMM. The self-hatred of the fact that they blame themselves for Grian's disappearance where in reality they would have probably been taken too. Listening to the two of them be so full of guilt when Scar and Mumbo are feeling guilty for doing all of this behind Grian's back [THE PARALLELS]. The fact that Scott and Ren are also involved to varying degrees is driving me insane too like. Ren is mostly here because Martyn knows a lot but Scott is here because HE knows a lot and that being mirrored across the table onto Scar and Mumbo who have the closest connection to the watchers but the least amount of info IM

GOD 'You aren't genuine. No one ever is' AND NOW NO ONE CAN BE SURE IF GRIAN IS, INCLUDING GRIAN HIMSELF IM GONNA GO MAD. The way we're connecting back to something at the beginning of the story i am CHOMPING at the BIT

And I KNEW the second we saw Grian by himself nothing good was gonna be happening. This is why I sent 'biting you' btw. This whole scene with helen made the hair on the back of neck stand up. The way it has even Grian himself doubting himself is INSANE. AUGH. g o d I hope I can write like this some day.

And then to have him go home and Scar and Mumbo just got back from a meeting where they defended Grian and swore he couldn't possibly be WORKING with the watchers and he only JUST got pearl back and now NO ONE can know if Grian is actually working with them AND! AND!!!! THERE'S ALSO THE CHANCE THAT THEY'VE DONE THE SAME THING TO PEARL AGGGGGH. I am SCREAMING. GOD.

Well done. I am still shaking you.

EHEHEHEHE~ I’m using your ask as an excuse to ramble about certain things in the new fic ty <3

RIGHT SO. THE FRAME & CANVAS METAPHOR — I had so much fun writing that, esp because it works so well as a metaphor??? scar has just enough information for this bare bones skeleton of a theory. he doesn’t have all of the pieces together, but he’s trying so hard to create an image with the things he’s got (which isn’t a lot). so boom. the perfect metaphor <3

and ehehe, it was so funny seeing people freaking out over the folder — esp when I knew from the start what was going to be inside it :>

GOD MARTYN AND JIMMY. THEY. OKAY??? THEY MAKE ME SOOOOOOO. they knew the old grian. they’re the last pieces of grian’s past. they’ve been through fucking hell. they feel guilty. martyn even more so. he’s the oldest of the trio. he feels like he failed grian, as well as jimmy.

martyn looks at himself as the older brother. and yet he failed to protect both grian and jim. he feels like it’s his fault he and jimmy ended up with the listeners. and so when martyn spoke about them… it wasn’t just guilt for grian he was feeling.

and then enter ren and scott and… oof. scott was absolutely involved because he has information, but also he was there to be a rock for jimmy. as for ren… ren’s been involved since the very beginning. see, when the cops busted the listeners, jimmy had a family to come home to (lizzie). but martyn? he had no one.

the night the listeners were broken up, martyn found himself at a restaurant. and the owner of that restaurant became his world.

but it drives me insane, how close scar and mumbo are to the watchers because of their connection to grian. and yet… they know next to nothing. it’s almost kind of fun though. because you as the reader get to connect the pieces alongside them :>

as for that scene with grian, MAN was that a blast to write :D stel and I have had that one planned since like. June lmao. it was literally written in my notes “grian gets gaslit” but so!! that whole exchange took a bit of work to hit the way I wanted it to, esp with grian doubting himself as well. but that’s the thing about memories, yeah?

enough time goes by and well… the details start to seem a bit hazy :)

but that ending… I almost didn’t write it. I almost ended the one shot with helen’s little “we’ve got work to do” line. but then I thought against it and threw in that little thing at the end there.

so you get this like… almost tender moment between the three of them as their whole world starts to come crashing down around them.

anyways yeah !!! this one was a ton of fun to write :3 it was definitely a long time coming, and I hope the answers satisfied a lot of questions that crime enjoyers have had since the start <3

#mochi speaks #good crimes asks

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sagaofstardustmkg · 1 year

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holly

Thick, milky manchineel sap paints the chateau walls as Victoria Bitter goes to work on the snapdragon. It drools out of its broken stems as it throws its massive body at her; when VB feels her knuckles push not just against but through a peduncle, she’ll pull them back covered in the stuff.

It burns like hell. In the wild, this would be the end of VB’s day. Her life might follow if she touched her nose, eyes or mouth with her hands still contaminated.

Here, she feels it bright and brief, like sparks on her skin, before Janelle’s ward sweet-talks her body into a fast recovery.

All of the snapdragon’s eyes are trained now on VB. All its menace has been redirected into their duel. It circles, snaps its jaw, lunges, and occasionally barrels through other sections of the battlefield — but it is, like all faeries, catastrophically vain and myopic. It cannot rest until it has repaid the indignity of being struck by a human hand.

(killyoueatyoutearyou, its blossoms say to each other. growinsideyou. unfurlourpetals. inthegardenofyourskull.)

It doesn’t even know what Australia is, or it would be mad about that, too.

Dionaea, meanwhile, opens her body like an umbrella as the Leslies multiply, casting a wide shadow over the arena. Her human silhouette is almost entirely lost in the action — she is closer to the thicket of briar that surrounds Sleeping Beauty’s tower than anything. Appraising the illusion, some of her eyes crinkle in condescension. And the next thing she says makes it clear that she may have gained more than passage into Juneau’s chateau as she traveled between worlds.

“Little fool-princeeeess.”

Just as you knew Janelle’s story entire in the moments she spent away, Dionaea’s learned a few things about you. Not many. Nothing Janelle’s mind did not carry. Little snatches of information, whisps of thought.

And nothing like the truth. The truth is transformed beyond recovery when it enters a mind like this.

“Spreadest thou thy infinite failure among these shadows?”

Her vines sweep out at the various Leslies, passing through them in search of the real ones. But the ploy is working — as her pet chases VB, Dionaea’s attention is split dozens of ways by a single woman.

“We should hardly be able to stand the sight of ourself, had we squandered as much as thou. Let us put out thine eyes as a kindness. Replace them with —”

Little white flowers and tiny red berries bloom all over the spindly distorted form. Holly.

(Known in Gaelic as celyn.

Holly-garden is laes celyn.

And many centuries ago in Scotland, that phrase ran together into a single word: Leslie.

Mortals have always been so envious of their masters, the queen thinks. Rightly so.)

“Something beauuuutiful.”

Her leaves fan into something like a smile.

And that’s exactly when Nevros shouts.

Dionaea pulls herself back in. Not all the way, still a looser approximation of human shape than before, but most of it. The Leslie clones are so loud and abundant she has to search for a moment to identify the source of the taunting.

They’re entertaining me instead!

She’s still searching when Nevros’s teeth sink in deep, spilling more of that milky sap all down their chin and front.

And she does, in fact,

S C R E A M.

It is not like a human scream. There is no instrument on Earth that could replicate this sound, nor would you wish to invent one.

And although she had come to know, in the days before her banishment, the stories of magic-eaters that even faeries feared —

She has never met anyone like Nevros.

“THIEF!” she howls, thrashing against their teeth. This only aggravates the wound, tearing it open further. As much as she bucks and twists, she cannot dislodge Nevros. “BARK-BORING INSECT! EATER OF BROKEN MEATS! Thy touch — augh!“

The iron hurt her badly, sent its cold fire lancing through her. Nevros’s power is something else entirely. Her leaves are spotting. Her petals are falling dry off the bloom.

And she’s still talking shit.

“Thou — thou striketh ever at the heart of thine envy,” she says, continuing to struggle, wrapping them in thorns. “We should pity thee, were thou not beneath it. Fighting on behalf of the fleshthings? Coveting their affection as thou coveteth magic, undeserving of both and incapable of holding onto either?”

The thorns tighten.

But speaking of love, Baku is here.

The faerie queen raises her vines to defend herself from the bakemono, then. Freezes entirely for the first time since her arrival. The eyes all go still.

She is lost in a dream.

Lost being the operative word, here. These fond memories of warm intertwined hands and tender quiet moments are terra incognita. Nothing could be more disorienting than expressions of human love.

Human friendship.

The experiences of living in a littler-than-usual human body (awful, wretched constructs, full of blood and worse) that is being held, crying with joy, savoring the feeling of sand against its fleshmitten hands.

“What is this?”

The voice she uses to ask it is quite small, but the question echoes among all her mouths.

(whatisthiswhatisthiswhatisthis)

“STOP IT STOP THIS WE WILL NOT SUFFER THE INSULT OF HUMANITY ST—“

Mayumi, shining like a valkyrie, cuts into her midsentence. She attempts to shrink away from the blow but doesn’t know which direction to move, mind still spinning at the gala. Her form dodges into the next blow instead of away from it, and her attempts to course-correct are hampered both by Nev’s bulldog-like grip on her and the litany of Leslies still jingling all around.

(“Huzzah!” Adelaide shouts suddenly from the sidelines, no longer cowed into silence. Her fists are clenched. “Strike clean and true, champion!”

A moment later, too overwhelmed by emotion to continue filtering her speech: “You guys are so fucking cool!”)

Dionaea retracts into herself, clearly in agony. The scream is building again. It hums through the room and presses on your eardrums. Her remaining vines all curl at once. Her petals snap shut.

Then they seem to bulge from inside.

“Enough!”

The flowers explode open. You are showered in lush, dewy petals like confetti.

And something else.

You might spot the spores before you breathe them in. You might instinctively blink, catching one between your eye and its lash.

There’s no avoiding them no matter what you do. They float through the chateau like motes of dust, so thick in the air that you are likely to find your visibility suddenly limited.

The more you breathe, the more you feel your body reacting to them. They burn you from the inside. Your thoughts start to run together and strength begins to drain from your body.

Of course the plant lady can send out poison spores. Of course she can.

#endgame #submission

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galaxygermdraws · 2 years

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So about the Tumblr Update

So the uh. Tumblr IOS thing. Yeah uh, I don’t use IOS so it’s not gonna be but if you’re an IOS user and following me, if you have ANY other means to access tumblr I highly ask you do that and stop using or just overall delete the IOS app. I refuse to not tag my posts. I want people to be able to safely look through my blog. Here’s a post on how to override the whole system by just downloaded the tumblr website without the update. If you have android or a computer, use those instead.

I’m sorry for this post, I don’t usually make these kinds of posts, but as someone who properly tags things to keep people from having to be upset, this update is going to screw over people following me who use IOS.

#germ talks #germtalks #germ rants #germrants #m so mad augh #not art

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reanimationstation · 2 years

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[ID: Two digital drawings of Victor Frankenstein. In the first they're smiling, holding a stack of books to his chest as he gestures with his other hand, smiling brightly. They're colored with shades of light blue. In the second he's a little older, standing slightly slouched, defeated, arms hanging limply at his sides. His expression is of tired worry, with a hint of apathy. They're colored in darker, muted blues. Both have a muted light blue background./End ID]

#its not clear but this is mid teen vic and just after his moms death vic #just before ingolstadt #death m #gothic romanticism bastards #romanticism boys #victor frankenstein #mad scientists #frankenstein #i saw a video with someones frankenstein opinions and they were so wrong about vic that i had to draw him #yes he made major mistakes but hes not a MONSTER augh hes a traumatized kid #anyway

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getoswhore · 2 years

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JEAN’S THIGHSSSS MY GOD AND UR RIGHT THEY CALL THE WRONG THING A HORSE

look at this beautiful beautiful man

#he is so pretty #like if he knew he had ppl wanting to suck is horse meat like a troglodyte you can't tell me he won't be one cocky mf #LKKE AUGH #PLS I LOVE HIM SM #TALKING ABOUT HIS THIGHS M WANNA WRITE ABOJT RIDING THEM NOW 😝🤌#he's so sexc like an actual hunk of a man #n when he gets mad?????? HELLO #SOMETHING IN ME AWAKENS?1?1?1?#PLUS HIS HAIR!1?1?1 A BONUS #FEEDS INTO MY LOVE FOR MEN WITH LONG OR LONGISH HAIR GRRRR #ᥫ᭡ ─ ali!#ᥫ᭡ — moots!#ᥫ᭡ — bimbo answers!

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cosmic-whorror · 3 years

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Reader x naga!levi (pt 4)

You went back to the pier the next day, nervous and excited to see that strange and beautiful man in the water. You were a simultaneously relieved and slightly disappointed when you didn’t immediately see his glowing eyes in the water. Regardless, you took a seat at the edge of the pier and swung your legs. You let out a breath and closed your eyes, lightly laughing to yourself.

“Augh... I must be an idiot.” You said quietly to no one. It felt foolish to have believed what happened yesterday was real in any way. Despite the fact that you had a wet shoe that smelled like sea water back at home, it had been so surreal. You clicked your tongue at yourself and resigned to simply enjoy the sunset as usual. You softly hummed along to the melody of the waves below and birds overhead. The scattered clouds in the sky made for a spectacular sunset. Peace overtook your earlier anxieties.

A light splashing sound roused you back into vigilance. You tried to find where it came from, and your gaze was met by those blue and yellow bioluminescent dots from yesterday. You blushed uncontrollably. What were you going to talk about? What if he was actually some dangerous monster? Before your poor brain could spin out of control, his face surfaced with a blush to rival your own. He was smiling nervously as he spat out a curt greeting.

“H-HI! I m-mean, hey...!” His eyes flicked around, trying to find something comfortable to rest on. “I can’t believe.. you came back.” He coughed up a skeptical laugh. “You must be pretty weird for a human to not be scared off by me! N-not that there’s anything wrong with that..” he quickly backpedaled.

You could help but huff your own little laugh through your nose and smile. “Well, you definitely seem interesting, yourself.” After seeing his mouth turn into a tight line, you decided to proceed more gently. “I.. wanted to see you again. Honestly, I thought when we met yesterday, that our meeting had just been a crazy dream. But I’m glad that I haven’t gone totally out of my mind.” You smiled. “At least I don’t think I’m completely mad.”

He seemed to deflate at the word ‘dream’ for a moment as he absorbed everything else you had said. He mumbled. “I wouldn’t mess with your dreams.” His glowing eyes moved up to yours. “S-so...” he began, floating just a bit closer. “You like... the ocean..?” He regretted it as soon as he had finished saying it. What a stupid question! That’s like commenting on the weather or something just as boring. Internally he slammed his head against a wall.

“I really love it.” You said with an air of longing. Your tone tore him away from his inner self-deprecation and surprised him. He felt his heart pound. The way you said love pulled on his feelings like nothing else. And... if you loved the sea, maybe you could even — he swallowed hard — love him.

“Really??” He asked with wonder. “I really do, too. I’ve seen things you wouldn’t even believe..” he began before clearing his throat, starting to get self-conscious. But your attention had been piqued. Excitedly he continued. “There are so many bright, colorful fish with patterns out of this world! And and, underwater lakes if you can believe it! There are also tons of human ruins everywhere, and sometimes you’ll find some really cool loot.”

Your smile warmed as you leaned forward in interest. If this was a dream, you didn’t want to wake up yet. If it hadn’t been so cold, you could have layed down on the pier and fallen asleep listening to everything this amazing creature was saying. During a natural pause in his eager babbling, you quickly asked. “Do you.. have a name I can call you?”

His cheeks burned red but he nodded shyly. “Leviathan.”

#obey me #shall we date obey me #monster boyfriend #long haired male #leviathan #leviathan avatar of envy #naga levi #leviathan x reader #levi fanfic #levi is a sea serpent #Levi fanart #leviathan fanfic

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the-unaligned-player · 3 years

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Standard torture you have no right to complain past this point.

Quackity: *Classical singing over the sounds of drilling into bone*

Dream: *Screaming*

Quackity: *Sigh* Ya know Dream, even I can get tired of hearing you cry, so if you could just give up the book that’d be nice.

Dream: *coughing*

Quackity: Alright how bout this? You give up the book and I bring in Sapnap. Sound good?

Dream: *Coughing transitioning into laughing*

Quackity: Oh, Great more of your cheap wordplay. I’m gonna preempt the inevitable stab at my marriage, yeah it hurts that they left but I’m over it.

Dream: *Laughing* O-hhohoho t-hat- t-hat’s n-not w-hy i-’m l-aughing. *laughter interspersed with coughing*

Quackity: *Pounds an errant nail into Dream’s leg*

Dream: *Screaming*

Quackity: … *Sigh* Alright I’m pretty bored what’s the joke?

Dream: I--it’s f--funny. T-hat y-ou t--think, y-ou-y-you’re m-e. I-n t-his s-cenario. A-bandoned f-for n-o r-eason b-y t-hose t-hat c-laimed t-o l-ove y-ou. T-heir l-ove p-roven f-alse.

Quackity: *Pounds another nail in*

Dream: *Screaming* R-eally y-ou’re s-apnap, f-itting c-onsidering h-ow y-ou w-ere f-ucking h-im!

Quackity: *Rapid hammering*

Dream: *howling* HOW FITTING THAT THE MAN THAT NEVER STOOD FOR ANYTHING BUT HIMSELF, PITIES HIMSELF LIKE A SPOILED BRAT WHEN HE LEAVES HIS PET’S TOO ROT IN THE DIRT AND THEY HAVE THE AUDACITY TO LEAVE! FACE IT CHAIN DEVIL, YOU NEVER LOVED THEM, YOU POSSESSED THEM, AND THREW THEM AWAY LIKE THE WORTHLESS GARBAGE THEY WERE TO YOU WHEN YOU GOT BORED!!!

One caved in skull later and Quackity is stand above a faceless corpse riddled with nails.

And still even with holes in every tooth he still has that mad smile.

Next time the first nails are going straight through his toy fe.

#mcyt #mcytumblr #dream smp #dreamwastaken #dream #quackity #torture #tw torture

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awholelotofladybug · 3 years

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Mayura 2: A Stammering Adrien AU Moment

Based on this AU

After a successful first night, Emilie, AKA Mayura, is feeling much more confident about her abilities. It is now her second night on patrol, and she is accompanied by none other than her own son, Chat Noir.

Mayura: *sitting on the roof, looking at the stars* Ah, what a beautiful night.

Chat: It's great, but my f-f-focus is on the streets right now.

Mayura: *blushes* Oh, sorry. I'm so used to being with you off duty, I guess I forgot we're on patrol.

Chat: *smiles* It is pretty weird. A year ago, we never left the house.

Mayura: I know. Who would have thought we'd be doing something like this? *sigh* I could only imagine what your father would say.

Chat: *saddens* Do... Do you think he would have been m-m-mad?

Mayura: I'm not sure. Your father was always focused on keeping us safe. *looks at her boy* But you know something? Us being superheroes isn't all that's changed, and if I had to guess, I'd say your father would be very happy that you and I aren't cooped up at home anymore, and he'd be so proud of you. I know I am.

Chat: *smiles and hugs his mama before hearing a bank alarm bell ringing* Trouble.

Mayura: *puts on a determined grin* Then what are we waiting for? *starts running, but then feels a sharp sting in her back* Augh!

Chat: Are you okay?

Mayura: Just a little twinge in my back. Go on. I’ll catch up.

Chat: *continues*

Mayura: *looks in the direction of her back with a slightly worried expression before catching up*

#miraculous ladybug #stammering adrien au #chat noir #mayura(emilie)#mayura

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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years

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Something Just Like This - CH08

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester, mobster boss. He’s a little cocky, a lot ruthless and more often than not, short tempered. But he’s also, Dean Winchester, a war veteran and hero who suffers under a shit ton of PTS. He met her in a bar and thinks it’s fate that brought her to him. Little does he know why she’s really here.

WC: 3939

A/N: I have stopped with the warnings because y’ll know that this is slow burn. Here, have a little fluff.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Dean’s currently holding her hair out of her face as she retches and empties her stomach into the toilet bowl.

If someone would have told Dean that the girl he takes home would end up on her knees, he would have said nice. If they would have told him that she’ll be on her knees in front of a toilet with her hands around it instead of on his thighs, and that he’ll be holding the hair for the girl so she can puke after Sam’s big night, he’d have laughed and thought that they’d be joking.

Guess the joke’s on him, huh?

He thinks that he’s an idiot too, because let’s be real here. Maybe, he should have said no to her when she wanted to knock down the last shot of tequila which Bobby brought them at the end of the night. Dean didn’t object because he thought that it would be it. One shot and it’s done, but she held her glass out to get a refill and Bobby was just too damn happy to oblige. Dean didn’t want to seem like he’s a destroyer of fun so he let her.

In hindsight, it was a fucking bad idea.

Dean ended up taking her home to his place. Not because he had anything in mind, well, maybe he did, but this certainly, wasn’t what he had in mind at all.

No, he had actually wanted to drive her back to her apartment, make sure she got home alright, but she fell asleep right after he sat her into his car. He didn’t know where she lived so he thought that it would be okay if he took her with him. It’s not like he wanted to part with her in the first place anyway, so it was kind of a win-win, really. Win for him, because she can keep him company for a while longer. Win for her, because… Well, yeah because who else would have helped her holding her hair out of her face right about now?

Dean rubs along her back, trying not to breathe through his nose as the stench of vomit fills the bathroom. He’s used to it, though, it’s not the first time that he helps someone. Mostly the other person he helps is Sam. For example, after the first time he allowed Sam to drink. There were also other times, when Sam was sick with stomach flu or when Sam thought smoking weed was cool. And then there was the time when Sam thought he could outdrink Dean, that ended up real messy.

To his surprise, Dean doesn’t mind all of this. Doesn’t mind it one bit. He’s always been a caregiver. Always took care of Sam. Always made sure that the people close to him had everything they needed. It fills him with some kind of pride to know that he can take care of her and it might sound weird, but Dean needs that too. Needs to feel that he’s useful for at least something. And especially, he needs her to know that he’d be here for all the bad things too, because that’s life. It’s not always sunshine, cupcakes and fucking rainbows, he of all people knows about the darker side to life.

In hindsight, though, feeding her so much food was probably a damn bad idea either.

Y/N’s gotten sick half way here and they had to stop twice, and now that he finally got her into his apartment, she hangs onto the bowl for dear life while Dean takes off her shoes for her and tosses them somewhere out of the way.

She brushes the remains of her puke around her mouth with the palm of her hand and rubs it on her dress in order to get her hands clean again. Dean cringes but he’s been there, so it’s technically not really his place to judge. Slumping over the bowl, she rests her head on her arm, which is still hugging the seat. Dean thinks it’s over. Hopes, it is, as he reaches above her and flushes the toilet. She doesn’t even stir at the sound it makes.

He leaves her there and gets up, rinsing a fresh washcloth underneath the warm water before he returns to her and let her rest her back against the wall. Dean begins to clean up her face as good as he can. There’s still mascara traces but he’s afraid to rub too hard, not really wanting to hurt her and he’s sure that he doesn’t have any make up remover in his apartment; thinks that maybe he should get some, just in case. But that would be wishful thinking and he can’t allow himself to go there yet. Not that he doesn’t want to, though.

She opens her eyes only to close them again, and there’s a frown on her face as she weakly bats his hand away, “‘M fiiiine,”

“Of course you are,” Dean’s lips curve into a grin.

He is actually thankful that she speaks, even though her speech is still slurred. He can feel his grin going wider, feels the deepening of the crinkles around his eyes.

Seeing her like this, he can’t believe that he still thinks that she’s the cutest thing. Ash had once said that he’s whipped, and yeah, that might be really true. It’s a feeling that should scare him, and it does, he can’t lie about that.

He quickly finishes cleaning up her face before he gets up and walks to the sink. Opening up the cabinet below the sink, he takes out and breaks open a new package of toothbrush. Dean squirts some toothpaste onto the brush, walks back to her and crouches down to be on the same level.

“Open up for me real wide, will ya?” His fingers rests on her cheek, this thumb pushes below her chin, holding her steady. He chuckles to himself, can’t believe that he’s saying this without any intention of having his cock sucked.

“Augh fiugh,” Y/N says again while he brushes her teeth. Dean guesses that she is still trying to say that she’s fine.

“I didn’t say you weren’t, sweetheart. Obviously, you’re just peachy!” Dean’s holding back a laugh, “Can you hold the brush yourself, yeah? Brush your own teeth?”

“‘Course,” She scoffs, taking the brush from Dean’s grip and starts brushing with her eyes still closed.

He can’t help but watch her for a while, before he realizes that he needs to get things moving, “I gotta change you, Y/N, hold on, alright? I’ll be right back.”

There was no answer. Not that he expected any.

Dean doesn’t know if he’s going too far with changing her but he can still smell the vomit on her dress and thinks that she could do with sleeping in something more comfortable — actually wants to rinse out the puke from it so that she can wear it again when she wakes up, but in order to do that, yeah, he needs to get her out of it. Somehow, he guesses, undressing her will hurt him more than it’ll hurt her.

He comes back with a fresh shirt, had contemplated as he stood before his dresser whether he should get her bottoms too, but he thinks that his sweats would slide right down and he has the feeling that his boxers would do just the same.

He hurries back towards the bathroom and the sight that greeted him when he saw her was a sight to behold. She’s fallen asleep with the back of her head resting against the wall. The toothbrush sticking out of the corner of her lips. She’s drooling a little too.

Dean thinks about taking out his phone and snapping a picture, just to have a memory, something he can look at and smile, since that doesn’t happen a lot lately, but he decides against it. She’d make him delete for sure, before getting mad. But he thinks about doing it even more now, in spite of her getting mad, because it would mean that he would get a chance to see that pout again.

Carefully, he takes the toothbrush out of her mouth and tosses it into the sink. He’s going to take care of the mess in the bathroom later.

First things first.

“Come on, sweetheart,” He whispers as he kneels down next to her. His fingers are working on the zipper on the back of her dress.

Dean swallows hard as he sees her bra and he’s fucking annoyed that he’s half hard by the time he pulls the dress down over her breasts.

“Dean,” Y/N mumbles and for a moment, Dean stills.

He waits and wonders if she’ll say something else, but instead, she just nudges her face against his chest, smearing the little make-up she still has on her face onto his white dress shirt. He can’t find it in his heart to even care if he’ll ever get it off the shirt again or not. “Dean,”

“Shh..we’re going to get up, alright? I need to get this dress off you,” His voice is low, steady, soothing. His hand now grabs her arms and pulls her up with him, “Just hold on to me,”

Y/N leans against him, her face still buried his chest, her hands fist in his shirt as he makes her step out of the dress.

Dean tries not to look at her, tries not to notice the lace lingerie that is so see-through and so fucking thin that it really, truly, might as well not be there. He’s wondering though, if she wore it for him. His dick stirs uncomfortably in his pants and he hopes she’s too far gone to notice.

“I like you, you know,” She mumbles softly against his chest and his heart is beating weirdly fast again.

“Thanks?” He stammers, wriggling her in his arms so that he can get one hand free to reach over to the counter.

“Do you like me back?” She looks up to him, but soon her eyes shut close.

Dean’s frozen still for a moment, not really sure if she really wants an answer to the question. Not even sure if it was a real question because yeah, why else would he put up with all this if he doesn’t like her at least a little bit?

“Yeah..uh.. Yeah, I do,” Even if he doesn’t know if she’s being serious or if she’s even going to hear it, he answers her anyway, and nods with a chuckle.

He could see her pulling the corner of her lips up into a shy smile and he starts to sweat and blush. Dean can’t really explain it, but around her, his body does things on its own and he’s not entirely happy about that.

“Good,” She moves her arms up and sneaks them around his neck before getting on her tip toe, her eyes are still closed as she rubs her face against the crook of his neck.

He lets her. Actually enjoys the closeness, enjoys the feeling of her skin on his.

“Why don’t you kiss me if you like me?” She looks up to him now, her eyes shiny and a little red and Dean wonders if it was from him rubbing at it with the washcloth.

Dean swallows drily and quickly grabs at the shirt that he has placed on the counter before, pulls it over her head swiftly so there would not be any chance for him to look at her body no more. Dean’s trying to behave and be fucking good, and he’s afraid that he’s gonna fail if he keeps on staring. Also her asking about a kiss doesn’t help at all.

She’s pouting by the time her head sticks out of the simple t-shirt and Dean tries to ignore the pout that makes him fucking weak. Instead of answering her, he kisses the top of her head.

Y/N giggles at that, “That’s not a kiss,”

“You’re very drunk,” He can’t stop his hands from sneaking around her waist. He’s telling himself that it’s to help her hold herself up on her own two feet, knows that it’s for his own benefit too, “You’re saying things you don’t really mean and I really don’t want to take advantage of that, sweetheart,” Dean smiles weakly. It’s weird because in his past, he always took advantage of that, “Come on, let me get you to bed.”

Again, a sentence he never knew he’d say to a girl without the intention of getting his dick wet.

“Dean?”

“Yeah?” He looks down to see her smile, wonders too, what she thinks.

“I need to pee,”

He laughs, “Then go pee,”. He turns her around, and even walks her over to the toilet.

“Uh..”

“What?” Dean raises one single eyebrow.

“Alone?”

“Oh, sure, sorry,” He feels the heat creeping up his cheeks. “I’ll be right outside,”

“‘Kay,” She nods and waits until he closes the door behind him.

Dean paces around the room, walks out to grab a water bottle from the fridge just to have something to do. He doesn’t like leaving her in there alone. She could fall asleep again, or worse, trip and fall and what would he do then? He tries to push the thought of a bloody Y/N out of his mind as good as he can.

He sits on his bed, waits to hear the flush of the toilet and then there’s the tap running. He’s at the door again as soon as she opens it.

She looks at him and frowns but he ignores her, takes out the bottle of Tylenol from the cabinet, takes two of them out and holds them up for her. “Take them, you’ll thank me tomorrow,”

Reluctantly, she takes the two pills and puts them into her mouth while Dean unscrews the bottle and hands it out to her to wash the pills down with.

Taking a couple of sips, she hands him the bottle back, but Dean tells her to empty it. There’s no fight left in her and he thinks it’s almost too easy because a sober Y/N would probably argue for him not to tell her what to do.

“Right, now bed,” Dean’s tone of voice is full of authority and when she stumbles, he grabs around her waist to steady her.

As soon as her head hits the pillow, she closes her eyes, and Dean hears her mumbling softly. Something that sounds awfully like thank you.

Dean doesn’t say anything though, instead he walks back to the bathroom, cleans the mess and rinses her dress, uses a fuck ton of soap to make it stink less so she’d be able to wear it again when she wakes up.

He also makes himself ready for sleep, brushes his teeth, and takes some Tylenol himself. He wanted to take a shower, but he also doesn’t want to make too much of a sound, so he just abandons the idea of a shower that would ease the tense in his body. His dick is still on half mast and he’s truly ashamed of himself for even thinking about it, about doing it with her, when she’s lying unconscious in his bed.

After he switches off the light to the bathroom, he lets his eyes adjust to the darkness of his bedroom before he walks over to his dresser and begins to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt.

“You’re not coming to bed?” She whispers, her voice low and groggy.

To be honest, Dean hasn’t really thought about how, or rather, where he’s going to be sleeping. Hasn’t thought this whole thing through, was too distracted by a vomiting girl and now he thinks that maybe he will go crash on the uncomfortable couch again. Or maybe sleep in the easy chair next to the bed just so he can be close when she needs anything.

“I will, now you sleep, okay?” His hands working swiftly on the shirt, throws it into the hamper before he unbuckles his belt. The clinking of metal is loud in the silent room.

Y/N shuffles, moves over to the other side of the bed, the side that’s usually his, “Made room for you,”

“O-okay,” Dean swallows as he gets out of his pants, grabs at the nearest t-shirt he can find and pulls it over his head. His hands shake nervously and Dean thinks that his hands are sweating, too. Not something that happens often.

He takes off his socks, misses the seam of one of them a couple of times and he could swear that his heartbeat can be heard in the silence of the room. He walks the couple of steps over to the bed, his hands grabbing the covers, lifting it up and getting in quickly. The warmth of her radiates onto him quickly.

And now Dean’s lying here, all weird and stiff, and he doesn’t really know what to do. It doesn’t happen often that he, of all people, doesn't know what to do and he doesn’t know what’s happening with him. It’s not like he never was in bed with a girl before. It’s a first that a girl is in his bed though. He usually never takes them home, always opts for hotels so he can escape the awkwardness of the mornings after. Instead of doing anything really, Dean lays still. That is, until she turns towards him and snuggles closer.

Dean lifts his arm on pure instinct, and she comes in willingly, placing her head on his chest. He hopes that she’s already too far gone to hear the drumming of his heartbeat. Hopes that she can’t feel how hard his chest is vibrating.

“Thanks,” She sighs and Dean doesn’t answer, doesn’t need to because he can feel her body go lax in his arms, can feel her breathing even out, and he swears, he’s out as soon as he closes his own eyes.

Y/N wakes to bright light in the room. She blinks a couple of times and looks around before she lets her brain catch up.

Rubbing over her eyes with the heel of her palm, she blinks again, and lets her eyes adjust to the brightness of the room. Her head’s drumming to the same beat as her heart.

“Fuck,” She mutters and thinks that she’ll never drink again.

Never ever.

She remembers bits and pieces of last night. Not in vivid details but at least there’s something, so that’s good, isn’t it?

She definitely doesn’t remember this room, though.

Her eyes widen as she starts to panic. Y/N lifts up the covers, looks down on herself, all the while muttering a prayer and hoping that she didn’t do anything stupid.

There’s relief when she realizes that she’s wearing clothes. Although she sees that the shirt is a couple of sizes too big, a little washed out too. Led Zeppelin is written on it and 1977 just below it. She lifts the neckline to look underneath and grins when she sees that she’s still wearing her underwear.

Y/N falls back into the bed, letting the warmth of the sheet embrace her again and buries her head into the white fluff of the pillows. She breathes in the smell of fresh laundry and there’s some other smell too… cologne? The spicy, yet warm smell lingers in her nose and she frowns, wondering where she smelled the scent before.

She closes her eyes, wills herself to remember when she hears a sound of something.

Water.

Definitely water.

A shower.

Someone’s taking a shower.

Fuck, it’s Dean, isn’t it?

She smelled the cologne on Dean before, already thought back then that it’s a soothing, warm and spicy smell, a smell she wants to wrap herself in, if that’s even possible.

Well, she maybe kind of hopes that it’s him and not someone else. She doesn’t know a lot of men and honestly, waking up to Dean showering is the best case scenario that her mind can come up with.

She tries to remember last night. Knows that they’ve been to a burger place. Knows that she ate a lot but also that she senses that she probably drank even more.

Fuck, she squeezes her eyes shut.

Y/N doesn’t remember much after, the car ride to wherever they are? Him taking off her dress?

Oh my god, he took off her dress.

He saw her in her lingerie, which lets be honest, is almost invisible.

No, no, no, no.

She didn’t wear it with the intention to show. At least sober her didn’t.

Ugh.

She is definitely never going to drink ever again.

Dean closes his eyes as he stands under the stream of water.

It was weird waking up to a warm body next to him this morning. He’s not used to it. Not used to waking up to someone in his own fucking bed.

He slept well, though. Hadn’t slept like this for what seemed like forever. For the first time in years, he didn’t have a nightmare. The banging in his head, the exploding bombs and shells, they were gone. He had a dreamless sleep and even though it was only a couple of hours, he feels more rested than he ever did since he came back from the war.

Dean closes his eyes as the water cascades around him and thinks back. Thinks back to him opening up his eyes to see her snuggled up next to him, her breathing warm against his arm, and he couldn’t help that his cock twitched at the closeness of them, at the intimacy. Because that is what it was, isn’t it? Intimate. He’s always been scared of intimacy. Not the one night stand kind of intimacy but the more meaningful one. And strangely, waking up like he did this morning, he finds himself wanting and craving more of it.

He doesn’t know if it’s the warmth of a body, the lingering perfume in her hair, the alcohol in his bloodstream or if it’s just her very existence. Dean thinks it’s the girl.

Definitely the girl.

Especially this girl.

The water rains down over his body. Cold, because he needs to get his mind off. He washes down the rest of the cum that spilled out of him a couple of minutes before. Feels a little ashamed that he rubbed one off and thought of her (but how could he not when he wakes up next to a half dressed girl next to him, wakes up to this half dressed girl).

And he still does, thinks about her, that is.

Thinks about her laugh when he told her a joke that wasn’t funny. Thinks about how he carried her over his shoulder as they arrived at his place.

He thinks about how she rubbed herself against him like a cat as he got the dress off her. Thinks about how she saw the bar next to the couch and actually wanted to go for it, despite throwing up twice on the way here. Thinks about the pout when he told her that she’s not allowed to drink anymore.

And then, she started to pout.

The damn pout, Dean thinks. He hates it as much as he loves it.

Dean wonders how much she’ll remember when she wakes up. Will she remember him manhandling her out of her dress and into a clean shirt? Will she remember her rubbing against his body? Will she remember the things she said?

CH09

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