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mvltisstuff · 8 months

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going, going, gone pt. 2 - c.f

summary: y/n leaves to do what susannah always wanted for her boys.

conrad fisher x conklin!reader

a/n: gif is not mine, but i was so so happy to see how much everyone loved part one!! i’ve never had to tag people, but i will try and do that at the end of the story <3 this is also not following the books, that i haven’t read because i’m the worst reader 😭

y/n stood on the opposite side of susannah’s bed, visiting her in boston after she was waiting to see her girls. her connection to laurels daughters was always something susannah felt from the moment they were born. she always wanted girls of her own, but she was still blessed with her two sons.

belly was sitting on the bed, a bright blue dress as susannah looked into her eyes. laurel had gone out to run errands for her friend, so the girls had stayed with susannah.

it was clear that her condition was declining, and rapidly. her face didn’t have the usual sunshine look, and she appeared weaker than y/n and belly were ever used to. her skinny hands trailed to theirs and wrapped together. her touch went from a warm comfort to as light as a feather. somehow, through the cloudy day, the sun poked through and her angelic smile blessed the girls.

“i’ve been missing you so much,” susannah grinned, placing a hand on belly’s thigh and grabbing y/n’s hand with the other. “i’m so glad you came to see me. i needed to see you girls.”

the look on belly’s face was almost coated with uncomfortableness, her naïve self not used to seeing people in this condition. y/n didn’t want susannah to see her fall apart in her grasp, so she made herself blend with tranquility.

the time had passed where they wanted to attempt to save susannah. now, they knew it was only a matter of time until they lost her. they may not have physically lost susannah, but they lost the spark in her a long time ago.

“the boys love you, you know,” she tells belly, and then turning her head to y/n. “both of you.”

“i know,” y/n replies, seeing belly trying to find the right words.

“promise me something?” she asks, looking at belly who’s head perks up. “look after them for me.”

“you’re going to do that yourself,” belly remarks barely over a whisper, moments away from letting the dam break. y/n’s cried enough tears for susannah, but somehow they don’t seem to stop. watching her whole family experience this grief makes her feel less alone, but seeing her baby sister fall apart is near unbearable.

she watched as belly crumpled on the bed into susannah’s arms, and her once warm grasp felt lighter than ever.

ever since her death, y/n wants to look at belly the same. her actions make it so hard. she promised susannah to take care of her boys, and she failed. she let jeremiah sit around knowing he wasn’t the one she truly wanted. afterwards, she made conrad watch in heartbreak her new self with jeremiah.

that scares y/n, knowing that she’ll never truly be able to pick between them. in the long run, no matter who she “picks”, she’s hurting more people than she thinks.

she figures the best thing she can do is be there for conrad, as belly and jeremiah don’t think it’s necessary.

as she drove further and further away, the music she normally sings to turned into static. conrad would probably still be in cousins, not wanting to face his family back in boston. the traffic had quieted down, for people would be home with their families.

she pulled up the the house that had gotten it’s life back before julia took it all away. conrad and y/n were the main ones trying to save the house from being invaded by another family. even if they couldn’t, the cousins house would always have the fisher’s name on it. when y/n walked up to the front door, she slowly turned the doorknob and stepped in.

her footsteps lightly echoed due to the emptiness of the house, some of the front rooms still looking lifeless. y/n walked around, picturing everything exactly how susannah had it, all the portraits and loving decor she had around. she knew, though, that’s how conrad will set everything up.

the sun was just starting to dip down below the horizon, and when she spotted conrad sitting with his feet dipped in the pool, he looked lower than the sun ever could get.

she quietly stepped out onto the back, not saying a word until he noticed her. his head slowly tilted around, feeling her sweet eyes burning through him. he felt more relieved. she’s the only person he wants to see. she’s the one person who hasn’t ripped his heart out and used it.

“what are you doing back?” he questions, keeping his collected expression.

“i didn’t think you really wanted to be alone. you can’t fool me, conrad,” she smirks softly, moving over to sit next to him on the edge of the pool. she dips her feet into the cool water, not yet graced by the hot summer air.

“i don’t need you to be here for me, i don’t think i’m too good of company right now.”

“i think that’s exactly why you need me,” y/n says as conrad looks back to her. he’s always noticed y/n’s beauty on the outside, but he never got to really appreciate the inside. her mind was just as beautiful as her hair when the wind blows it, or the dimples on her cheeks when she’s happy. “you don’t have to do this alone, you know.”

“yeah,” he sighs, swaying his feet in the pool. “i thought jere would at least help me.”

“i talked to belly,” y/n tells him, seeing him quickly freeze and lean his head back.

“it’s not a big deal, y/n, really,” conrad says.

“it is to me. i never thought of her like this, but i don’t understand how she could do that to you.”

“it’s a me problem, clearly jeremiah’s better than i am.”

“that’s not true. belly’s young and thinks she’s innocent. she doesn’t deserve someone like you. she’ll never take the time to know you, but she’s going to jeremiah because he’s ‘easier’.” y/n replies. “you’re perfectly fine the way you are, and you never have to change for her, or me.”

“my mom always saw me with belly. i think that’s the worst part.”

“but your mom didn’t see what belly’s done to you. susannah would never want you to change in order to be with her.” y/n says, clearly to him. “susannah asked belly to be there, and she failed.”

“what do you mean?”

“when belly and i went to visit, she asked us to take care of you and jeremiah. belly barely looked after you, and i don’t even know if she’s helping jeremiah.”

“i get it, though. i left her at prom, and broke her heart.”

“was it shitty of you? yes, i’m not gonna lie to you. at this point, she’s taking it too far by playing with you and now it’s jeremiah’s turn.”

“maybe my mom was wrong,” he looks away, connecting his eyes back with the minute waves in the water. “i miss her. she was like a breath of fresh air, and i feel like i haven’t gotten that since she died.”

“she’s still here,” y/n tells him, seeing the corner of his mouth turn up a bit.

“i still feel her sometimes. if i’m home and i hear a noise, i’ll think she’s cooking, or painting. i don’t need people to see me fall apart.”

“you never have to hide, conrad. not anymore, and not from me.”

the next time he locks eyes with y/n, he can majorly see the sincerity in her face. there’s still a hint of when they were young in their eyes, memories swimming back into conrad’s head. every time she talked to him, all the time she spent with him. every party she skipped because conrad didn’t feel up to it, and she didn’t want him to be alone. he never felt nervous around y/n the way he did with her sister. they always had a complex relationship, but never once did y/n fail to be next to him. conrad let his inch closer to y/n’s, letting her hand lay on top of his, leaving solace in him. he never noticed how soft her hands were, literally and figuratively. she never once used him and glued his pieces back together. it’s then that he realizes that’s something belly never did.

impulsively, he moves his body more toward y/n, trying to get all the gladdening she can give. she’s more than happy to give it to him, letting conrad hold onto her and have her help him. the world around the boy became lighter, almost forgetting about his former despondency caused by belly. the closer he got to y/n, the more he thought that his mother had mistaken belly for the one.

he brushes a stand of y/n’s hair behind her ear, placing his hand on the side of her neck. she breathes lightly, knowing what conrad wants from her, but not knowing if he needs it.

“conrad,” she whispers, his name coming across incredibly from her lips. “you know i love you.”

“of course,” he says back, his hand trailing down her arm.

“but i won’t be a redemption because you cannot have belly. i’ve been the second choice once and i destroyed myself. i won’t do it again.”

“belly’s not who i want. i don’t think i’ve ever loved belly the way i have for you.” it all felt so sudden, the tension growing thicker between them as conrad only wanted to deepen the connection. y/n was just so horrified of hurting him more. she knows that she could help him and love him how he should, but she needs to know that he’s not just trying to get belly back.

“i think we need time, conrad. please?” she asks, and he nods, slipping his hand back down and grabbing her hand. “but trust me when i say that’s it’s not over with us.”

the meaning behind her words is stronger. in reality, she just wants to dive into conrad and accept anything he has to give, but he needs to strengthen his own heart first. he needs to know what he wants. if y/n needs time, he will wait for her.

tags: @historygeekqueen @am-i-shit-or-am-i-the-shit @celesteblack08 @parkerdayaa @shelby-x

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huh-i-guess · 1 year

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The Consequences of an Action

(Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader x Captain John Price)

Summary: You disobey Ghost which pushes him and Price to their breaking points. They show you how they really feel about the matter in a training session and the locker room.

Warnings: SMUT 18+, daddy kink, sir kink (?), threesome, mean Ghost, mild violence (they spar), power imbalance (?), hella pet names, unprotected sex (wrap da ting before you tap da ting), also unedited sooo yeah that's a warning in itself

Word count: ~5.8k

I don't not own MW2, the characters, or the gifs above.

Author’s note: Imma keep it a buck with y’all and say that this took me 3 days to write and I was horny the entire time. This is completely unhinged and self indulgent. Also the reader has a code name which is pepper, kinda a brat too. This is. Filth. I was giggling and kicking my feet the entire time writing it. I hope y’all enjoy reading *insert wet sloppy kiss to the cheek* also please do not repost this. I have only posted this on wattpad and here.

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“What the fuck was that?!” Ghost belted at you as you and 141 barged into the debrief room. Ghost had been fuming after he made a call out in the field that you blatantly ignored in hopes of fleeing a tight situation that involved you, Soap, and a decent number of cartel members.

“I SAVED JOHNNY’S LIFE.” You barked.

“YOU WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN IN THAT LITTLE PREDICAMENT IF YOU’D’VE LISTENED TO ME.”

“Soap, Gaz, please back me up, you know that call was shit and-”

“Pep, you could have really gotten hurt. Lt’s right on this”, Gaz reluctantly answered, avoiding your gaze.

“I KNOW I BLOODY AM.” You could feel the heat blooming off of Ghost as he stomped behind you. He’s a fucking furnace, you thought.

“You weren't even out there with us. We were surrounded and backed into a corner” You pushed at Simon trying to validate your reasoning to the group as you attempted to make eye contact with Soap, hoping he would back you up.

“I dont give a damn y/n-” Ghost pressed as Price burst into the room.

“OYE. Everyone out. We’ll have a proper debrief at 0900 hours. Ghost, Pepper, where you are.” Your anger calmed slightly when Price came in but the leftover adrenaline from the mission shifted into something that made you clench your thighs at the sight of your Captain. Price? Nope, let's not think about him in that way even though he walks into a room and commands everything in his wake but back to getting reprimanded by these large men.

A grumble of “yes captains” filled the room as the rest of 141 exited the room Alejandro included.

“Pepper. What the hell were you thinking?” Price probed with a hint of concern in his voice as his eyes softened.

“She wasn't sir.”

“I can speak for myself, Simon.” You whipped at the massive shadow placed next to you.

“Knock it off. I saw what you did. Honestly, I understand the thought process, barely, but you were watching out for Soap.,” he paused with a sigh, “ Listen, you are a valuable member of this team. I picked you out myself but I didn’t choose you for your sense of heroism. I chose you because you’re a clean marksman, undeniable in hand to hand and a laundry list of other things. Simon made that call because he was watching your back, just like you were for soap. You need to trust each other and knock off this… animosity or whatever you two have going on.” You tossed a glare next to you at Ghost. His eyes already bore into yours. They had an unrecognizable flicker in them that made you want to slap him across the face.

“I understand that you two just got back from the field but drop your gear off at your rooms and make your way to the training room. Now.” There were not a lot of men that you enjoyed taking commands from but something about Price had you weirdly… obedient. You and Ghost passed an angry glare at each other then turned your attention to Price. Nodding a firm Yessir before rushing to your rooms.

Price was right about Simon wanting to help but he's always so cold to you and quick to invalidate you. Why is he always so quick to challenge you? Yeah you might’ve been wrong but he always has a problem with something you do and why is Price just now bringing it up? You two have been bickering like this for months now. You drop your things off at your room and quickly wash up. You put on some training clothes and snatched your hair out of that dreadful military bun and let your (hair type) breath for just a moment knowing that it’ll have to put it back into a pony when you fuck up Ghost.

Price and Ghost are conversing when you arrive at the empty training room, stopping their conversation upon your entrance. They both eye you with something deep in their eyes but you quickly chalk it off as irritation or frustration. You make your way over to the bench next to Price and take a seat. “Simon, have a sit down.” Ghost hesitantly sits next to you on the small bench forcing his thighs to touch yours as you give him a dirty look. “Welcome to couples therapy. I don't care what happens in this room when I am done speaking but know that I will be observing the two of you. Anything that happens in here, stays in here and will be off the books and the record as long as no one is injured.”

“I won't be making any promises Price.”

“Simon, (y/n) it's been 9 months now. I thought you lot would have figured it out by now but clearly not. I’m gonna sit here and let you two do whatever you want. Do NOT kill each other.” Price orders as he leans back against the wall.

“Get up.” Simon demands as he makes his way to the mat in the middle of the room.

“Stop giving me orders”

“I won't ask again. I will not hesitate to throw you into this ring.”

“Fuck you.” You ponder upon the idea of being tossed over Simon’s shoulder and popped on the ass but the thought is ripped from your mind as Price clears his throat. You make your way into the ring as you hear a snarky hmph from Ghost. You peer up at him and your attitude mildly flatters as you take in his size. You knew he was a big man but holy shit. You've only stolen glances of his body but never really gotten to look at him this in depth. The dingy light of the training room makes him look even more intimidating. He has on a tight short sleeve compression shirt that squeezes his body in just the right way with a pair of deep grey sweatpants that cling to his thighs deliciously and a plain black balaclava on his face. His 6’4 frame towers over you and you fight to compose yourself. You look over to Price and throw a “Is this really necessary?” over his way before you feel yourself swept off your feet. You tumble backwards and feel 250 lbs landing on you. “WHAT THE FUCK RILEY! I WASN'T READY YOU DICKHEAD” You cry out.

“You stepped into the ring, that meant you were ready princess.” You struggle to slip your left arm and leg under his body in an attempt to roll him off you but you are met with massive resistance seeing that he weighs that of a small bear. “Fuck off of me Simon.” You spit venomously while pressed under him.

“There is no way you are tapping that easily. We just started Pep. Come on, show me why you are so mad at me.” He taunts. You wrap your leg across his back and throw all of your weight up and over and take him with you. He grunts as you flip positions and land in his lap. You roll backwards and off of him in an attempt to put some distance between the two of you and once you are on your feet, he is charging at you again. This time you are ready as he leans at you with his left fist, you duck to your left and reach up to punch his sternum. He might be much larger than you but your size allows for more agility and speed. He groans and furrows his brow as he stumbles backward, surprised that you landed a hit on him.

“You big oaf.” You hear Price chuckle in the background. You run at him and kick the side of his thigh hearing him hiss at the contact, ready to land another blow to his ribs you jump up and knee his stomach. He blocks the knee and shoves you backward. He comes at you quickly and hits you in your stomach. The two of you exchange more hits until you land a hit on his side before he literally picks you up by your waist and throws you over his shoulder. You hit his back with your hands as he carries you like you weigh nothing. “Simon! NOT FAIR! PUT ME DOWN” You look over at Price who is leaning forward on his bench with a cigar lit and a smirk on his face.

“You are such a whiny little brat” Simon says as he smacks your ass. You stiffen up on his shoulder and curse out another fuck you as you feel your face heating up. He puts you down and lets out a hearty chuckle as you try to regain a sense of dominance and self control. Did you enjoy that…

“Price? He’s not allowed to do that, right?”

“Pep, I'm just here to observe love. Make him pay for it.” He shrugs and readjusts in his seat. You look over to Ghost who you can tell is grinning like a Cheshire cat under his mask. You charge at him again breathing heavily and shove all of your weight towards him to knock him off balance, he stumbles but doesn't fall. The two of you land more punches and somehow end up on the ground. You have him in a variation of a chokehold where his arms are above his head and your legs are wrapped around his waist. You apply pressure in an attempt to get him to yield but he somehow overpowers you and you end up under him again. This time you are face down and he has your arms locked behind your back as he presses his hips into you. You writhe underneath him in an attempt to free yourself but you basically end up grinding against his crotch. He lets out a small moan and implores you to yield. Your head is turned toward Price and you see him widen his legs in his seat as he looks at you and Ghost. His eyes are half lidded and you feel the need to prove yourself to him. “Yield Pepper.”

“Fuck youuuu.” He presses his hips further into your ass and you both let out a groan. He reaches forward and wraps an arm around your front to grab your neck. His thick fingers make their way around your throat and he squeezes.

“Yield.” He growls. Your head starts feeling light and you whimper out a small, breathy “fuck you.”

He whispers in your ear “ You keep saying that and I might just have to. You’d like that. Wouldn’t you? You’d love being fucked out on this mat with Price watching” You feel your heart rate spike as his words go straight to the place between your legs and you let out a lightheaded moan unable to stop yourself.

You bite your lip and let out a weak “Simonnn” and he releases you with a pleased huff. You gasp for air and roll onto your back. He is still hovering above you as you meet his eyes. You stare deeply into his eyes as you finally place what that tense look meant. Ghost wants to fuck you. You look down at his crotch and notice a prominent tent formed in his pants. You look over to Price who is watching the interaction like a hawk . “You doing okay Princess?” You nod your head slowly at Price. You feel your skin drenched in sweat as you bite your lip. “You look a bit breathless, love.”

Your head is cloudy with thoughts. Price watching you so intently knowing exactly what is conspiring between you and Ghost and the feeling of Simon’s cock pressed against you. You feel so dizzy. “Come on y/n, be a good girl and fight me or are you all talk? You run that pretty little mouth but don't wanna back it up.” You snap out of that space and get ready to fight again. Price puts out his cigar and makes his way over to the ring.

“Princess. Where’s your head? Where’s all that cockiness? You gonna let him say those things to you. You gonna let him toss you around like that? You wouldn’t take that from me would you? Hm?”

“Price. You aren’t helping.” You whine as your mind conjures an image of the two of them taking you in the center of the ring. Your face flushes and your legs tremble a bit. The two of these men are gonna be the death of you.

“One more pin and this tension is squashed between you two. No more fighting between mummy and daddy.” Price states as he crosses his arms and stands to the side of the ring.

“Yes sir” you mutter under your breath as you make your way to your feet. You put your hands up into a fighting position and glare at Ghost, who hasn't taken his eyes off you. You steady your breath and Ghost charges at you, attempting to sweep your feet out from under you. You quickly jump up avoiding his attack and you swiftly turn to shove his back. He stumbles forward before whipping around with a fire in his eyes.

“There we go Angel, that’s more like it.” Price chimes in, shooting a smirk your way. His praise sends shivers down your spine and makes you more determined to beat Simon. You look back at Ghost before quickly darting towards him, this time you jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist and positioned yourself on his back. You throw your body backward and send the both of you tumbling to the ground. You make contact first and let out a small Oof as he lands on top of you. Your arms wrap around his neck making sure to extend his arms up and out of the way so that you can begin to apply pressure. Ghost sends an elbow into your side which makes your grip falter slightly but you are determined to beat him. You slowly feel the air leaving his body as he takes a knee trying to turn you two over to gain the upper hand. You slide your legs from his waist to his groin and try your best to keep his legs extended. You feel your leg brush his groin as you pin him. A small whimper slipped from his lips and you squeezed harder.

“Yield.” You order him, knowing that the blood flow to his brain is ceasing.

“Come on. Fight me like you mean it.” He struggled out as he kept trying to overturn you. “Yield Simon.” You squeeze tighter listening to his breaths deepen in the Nelson hold.

“No.” He grunts out.

“Yield and I’ll let you fuck me.” You purr into his ear. You hear a short skip in his breath as you feel his hand reach to tap your wrist. You relax your body as you release him. He gasps for air as you roll out from under him and make your way to your feet. You stand above him and peer over him, examining him. The layer of sweat that covered his body made him look even more exquisite. He looked up at you with half lidded eyes, full of lust and made his way to his knees in front of you, all while catching his breath. His toned arm reached up to readjust his mask on his face and your eyes dropped much lower. The tent in his pants somehow grew larger than before as a small gasp left your mouth. “You are a horny bastard Simon.” You playfully quipped at him and he chuckled.

“Only when I spar with a woman such as yourself. Feisty little Pepper.” You could hear the smirk in his voice as he continued to look at you through those blonde lashes of his. Price’s booming voice erupted from the side of the ring, ripping your eyes from Simon. “Good girl then y/n. The tension better be squashed. Go get yourselves cleaned up.” Breathy yessirs, left your lips as you helped Ghost up and turned to make your way to the showers. You felt two pairs of eyes on you as you made your way to the locker room.

You found your locker and began to strip yourself of your soaked clothes. Just as you were about to take your panties off when you felt a pressure at your hips. “I’d like to take you up on that offer of yours.” That gruff voice soaked your panties even further. You looked up at the giant towering over you and let out a small whimper. “On your knees Pepper.”

“Yessir.” You slowly got on your knees before the man. He loosened the band on his sweats and lifted your chin to look him in the eyes. “Fucking beautiful. God you run your mouth so much and I’m about to stuff it with my cock.” He pauses and takes a deep breath, “If you don't want this, you tell me right now.” You looked at him and reached up to palm his hard cock. “I want it. I want you.” He groaned and slipped his sweats down his muscular legs along with his underwear. If you were wet before, now you are drenched at the sight of his cock. “You made me so damn hard. God it hurts being this hard you little minx.” You eyed the rosy tip that was leaking with pre-cum and put your lips to it. You gave it an uncharacteristically demure kiss making sure to keep your eyes on Simon’s. “Fuck me.” He pushed out as his cock twitched. You let out a slight giggle and grabbed the base of him. God this man was thick and so veiny. Your pussy clenched at the thought of him pulsing in and out of you. You licked the seam right under the head of his cock before opening your mouth and sinking down on to him. “Fucking hell,” was all that could be heard from above you as he threw his head back. Your nose hit the base of him and was engulfed in his trimmed light brown hairs. He smelled of sandalwood and had a natural musk that somehow drew you in closer. You worked his cock in and out of your mouth like it was the last thing you’d ever do. You used your hand to play with his balls just a bit when you came back up for air. A trail of spit kept you and his cock connected as you gave him a look that had his knees buckling.

You heard a light tap as footsteps began to approach the two of you. This man has been the bane of your existence for months. You'd be damned if you stopped touching him because of someone else. Your eyes flicker over to the door way and your gaze zeroed in on Price as he leaned on the door frame with a smug look on his face. Delayed from the feeling of ecstasy, Simon looked over at Price and barely made a move to remove himself from your touch “John.” He said faintly. “Now this is how you release tension. Do not stop on my account.” Price chuckled. A slight red tint found itself on his cheeks as he felt himself grow hard in his trousers. Ghost looked down from above you and asked if it was okay for him to be here. You let out a soft mhm and shamelessly placed him back into your mouth. Both men groaned in response. You applied a light suckling pressure to the head of Simon’s cock and twisted your spit covered hands up and down on his shaft. You sat back onto your heel and began rocking your clothed cunt on it in order to release some of the pressure building inside of you. He felt his balls tighten up and whimper at the feeling of your mouth leaving his cock. You ran your palm over his tip in replacement of your mouth and jerked his shaft in order to catch a breath. His moans grew louder and he snapped back into reality.

“Fuck meeeee, that’s gonna make me cum.” he said as he snapped his hips away from you.

“Simon, can I kiss you? Please” you inquired.

“Fuck yes,” he sighed as he snatched you onto your feet. His mask shot up to the tip of his nose and you caught sight of his pretty pink lips. You shoved your bodies together and your lips met in an instant. He tasted like mint, breakfast tea, and a faint bit of tobacco. He was intoxicating. Your tongue slipped into his mouth as you gained control over your situation and he breathed out a quiet “do you always have to fight with me?” you chuckled against his mouth.

“Yes” you remembered that you had company and looked over at your captain whose eyes were half lidded but his pupils were blown to hell. “Price,” You mewled, “Come over here please.” A gruff fuck yes left his mouth as he stalked toward you. His eyes read your body and he felt himself feeling nothing but want. You grabbed the back of his head and brought his lips to yours, laughing a bit as his beard tickled your face.

“Princess, you are a problem.” He huffed, “You don't listen to Ghost and you tease me endlessly. Simon, what should we do with her?” You covered your chest a bit feeling exposed seeing that both men still had the majority of their clothes on. Ever observant they told you to drop your hands and undo Price’s belt. You slipped your hand down his body and were mildly surprised when you felt just how muscular this man was. You flinched slightly then let out a soft sigh as Ghost reached around and slipped his fingers into the waistband of your panties. He cupped your sex and let out a groan that came deep from his chest as he felt your wetness.

“John. Good god, she's soaked so nicely.”

“I don't doubt it Lt.” Ghost’s fingers slipped through your folds as you felt Price’s stiff cock jump in your hand. “Mhmmmm fuck.” You moaned at the overflow of feelings. Price’s cock in your hand, Ghost’s cock pressed to your ass with his thumb rubbing your clit. You felt like you were in heaven. “On the bench.” Price commanded and you were more than happy to oblige. Both men sat on the sides of you. Simon knelt in front of you while you leaned over ready to put your mouth onto Price’s member. He stopped you and looked you in the eyes, “If it is too much you'll tell us right?” Before your brain could even stop your mouth you slipped out a “ Yes Daddy.” His hips bucked into the air and his piercing blue eyes darkened till his iris were just a sliver of blue. He yanked your upper half toward him and latched your lips onto his. You groaned at the taste of him. Your breath was caught in your throat when you felt a pair of lips pressing to your inner thighs. A small “Simon” slipped from your mouth as he made his way toward your center. He slipped your panties down your legs and you shivered feeling his hands trace down your legs. He opened your legs and stared at your pussy.

“So fucking perfect”, as he parted your petals. He dragged his finger through your folds spreading your wetness around as you clenched on nothing. “Can I have a taste, Angel?” he looked up at you with the blackest eyes you’d ever seen. You murmured against Price’s mouth before he pulled away from your lips and said “He asked you a question darling, I suggest you give him an answer.”

“Yes, please!” you damn near shouted.

“Good girl,” the men said in unison. Ghost leaned forward and licked a stripe up your pussy. The motion sent a rush of warmth throughout your body and you threw your head back, leaning on Price.

“Baby he’s barely touched you.”

“You’re being mean daddy.” you said as you leaned down to his lap and took his cock into your mouth. He let a long, almost pained groan fall from his lips. Ghost’s tongue massaged your clit and you let out a filthy moan on your Captain’s Cock. God there were so many filthy sounds. Simon lapping at you dripping pussy, you gagging on Price’s dick and the moans were far from scarce from each one of you.

“I want you to cum on my tongue before I fuck you and this perfect little cunt of yours.” Simon growled from between your legs. He shoved two fingers into your pussy and quickly found that extra spongy spot inside of you and your body shook.

“Simon, I think you found her little sweet spot.” Price laughed. The only thing you could do was whine out a lengthy “Pleaseeeeee” that would have embarrassed you if you hadn’t basically been cock drunk. “What do you want, baby? Hmm?” Price hummed at you, making you look into his eyes. Your brain functioning its lowest and most primal setting and your pussy having executive control of your body, you struggle out at small please. You begged them to let you cum.

“I wanna cum on his fingers daddy”.

Price’s head dropped back again then looked between your legs, noting just how good Simon was making you feel.

“Fucking hell.” Simon reached his other hand down between his own legs and began jerking himself off needing to feel something other than thrusting into the air. He added a third finger into you and sucked your clit. Within a few pumps and curls of his fingers your body was tensing up, your pussy was clenching around his fingers and you struggled to find your breath as the only thing that came from you mouth was a series of jumbled and partial “fucks” and “I- s” and “yeses”. Simon slipped out a whimper at how tight you were clenching around his fingers. Both men were entranced by the sight of you cumming and honestly had to keep themselves from doing the same. You came down and caught your breath.

“Honey, hey baby, you think you can give us another one?” Price asked as he pinched your cheeks together making your lips purse. You nodded your head in your fucked out state. You’d do anything he’d ask you to at the moment.

“Words Angel.” Simon chimed.

“Yes sir. Yes Daddy. I can give you another one.” What the hell have these men done to you? Begging and pleading with them.

“Thats a good girl. Where do you want us baby” Simon rubbed your knee.

“Simon in the back and John in the front.” The men assumed their positions. You got on your hands and knees on the bench. Price placed himself at your mouth and Simon positioned himself at your pussy.

“You’re so good like this y/n. You follow directions and you don't talk back to me. If you wanted the two of us to fuck you like this you could have asked a while ago and saved us some trouble.” Simon said as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down your slit applying a little more pressure at your clit.

“Oh but that's half of the fun Simon.” You keened. You looked up at John and he was already fisting that gorgeous cock of his.

“Naughty little thing. Are you ready for us?”

“Yes Daddy.” And with that Simon shoved his perfect cock into your pussy. Your mouth opened to let out a moan but was then stuffed with Price’s cock. You lightly gagged at the intrusion but quickly went to work on his cock. Simon gave you a second to adjust to his size and only began to thrust as you shoved your ass back onto him.

“What a fucking sight to see.” Simon declared only to be met with a groan from Price. You’ve never felt so full before in your life. Simon's thrusts started off almost painstakingly slow but incredibly deep.You could feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. You gasped and took your mouth off of Price’s dick, “Sooo deep. Oh my god.” Your voice doesn’t even sound like you at the pitch you just hit. Simon speeds up his thrusts watching the way his cock slides in and out of you. You slip your lips back around Price and try to contain your moans. You suckle on his tip and twirl your tongue around him. “Fuck look at me baby girl. I wanna see how Simon’s cock makes you feel.” You lock your eyes on Price’s and moan around him. You feel a bit bold and decide to take him all the way in your mouth until his tip hits your throat. “Fuck meee” Price said as he broke eye contact and threw his head back with a groan. Simon angled his hips upward which caused you to gag a bit on Price. “Filthy, bratty, little girl. Letting us fuck your holes like this.” The filthiness of his words and tone of his voice sent a pulse throughout your body causing you to clench around him. His hips stilled a bit and he took a deep breath to compose himself. He locked eyes with Price and let out a groan. Seeming to be in sync, the two men began to shift positions. Price laid back onto the bench and Simon moved next to him.

“I want you to ride me Angel.” Price confessed. You nodded your head and crawled to him like a lioness hunting her prey. You set your hips down above his cock and leaned down to kiss his lips. You shifted your hips back and made contact with his cock. You slowly started to grind on him, feeling just how excited he was. You reached back and lined him up with your pussy, just teasing the tip on your entrance. “Stop teasing my honey.” You did as he said and sank down onto his cock. Your lips recaptured his in an attempt to swallow his moans. You felt your hair being pulled as Simon lifted you from Price’s mouth and placed his lips upon yours. “Jealous old mate?” Price chuckled from under you. Choosing to ignore his comment, Simon brought your hand down to his cock and you got the message. You started rocking back and forth on Price and pulled away from Simon to drop your head back. “Soooo good.” You looked upward and felt your eyes rolling backwards. “Yeah Angel?” Simon said next to you. You leaned down and took his cock back into your mouth. You started to work on Simon’s cock and you slowed your grinding on Price just a bit and felt his hand land on your hips. He took control of your grinding and began moving you against his hips. He pumped his hips up just a bit and said, “Ah ah Honey, don’t forget about me.”

“Who’s getting jealous now, old man?” Simon moaned from above you. You couldn’t help but giggle at the comment. Simon took a gentle hold on your head and lightly began to thrust into your mouth. You moved your hands onto his thighs and let him use your mouth to take his pleasure. “You gonna be a good girl and let me cum down this pretty little throat of yours y/n?” You swallowed around his cock to acknowledge him and looked up at him only to be met with his head tilted back. Simon’s pace gradually increased to a steady rhythm. Price bucked his hips upward and you felt his cock kiss your cervix. You gasped around Simon’s dick and let out a small whine. You grabbed Simon’s balls and gave them a slight squeeze. He grabbed the back of your head and you felt his balls tighten up. You swallowed around him again and felt warm spurts coat the back of your throat. Simon’s pace slowed and he let you come back up for a quick breath and then he shoved you back down till you felt the pulsing in his cock stop. You looked up and met his eyes, sleepier and blacker than ever. He let out a low and long “fuuuuck” before he released his hold on you. Price’s thrusts under you slowed as he watched the intense scene before him. Simon took a step back and Price resumed his assault on your pussy. You drew your attention back to him and ground down onto him. He lifted his torso to meet yours and grabbed harder onto your hips. His hips matched your pace and you felt your walls tighten up.

“Oh fuck daddy.��

“ Yeah honey.”

“Daddy can I cum? Please?” He tilted his head down and stared into your eyes as he painted out a “fuck yes you can”. You wrapped your legs around his waist and looked him in the eye as your body began to vibrate again. “Be a good girl for me. Cum on my cock. I’m gonna fill this little cunt up when you do. Fuck I’m so close, baby.” His filthy words were the final push you needed to cum all over his cock. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your vision went fuzzy. You pussy clenched like a vice around his cock and he let out a low melodic “there we goooo” and thrust into you. You felt his cock grow and pulse in you as he dipped his head into your neck and moaned. Your pussy milked him dry as you basically blacked out from the pleasure.

“Fucking hell.” Simon said basically pulling you out of your cock drunk haze.

“You alright angel?” Price breathily questioned. You mumbled a faint mhm and rested your head on his shoulder as he rubbed your back. Price caught his breath then slipped his arms under your legs to lift you up. Simon went to turn on the showers and grabbed your shower supplies. Price carried you over to the stall and Simon placed a kiss on top of your head. John put you down and you wobbled on tired legs. You leaned onto Simon who was already under the water and let the men care for. Simon washed your backside while Price whispered sweet affirmations into your ear. The men turned you around and switched roles. “Simon, I should disobey you more often.” You joked.

“Not when you put your life at risk. We need you and we care for you.” You looked into his eyes and were met with a soft yet serious feeling. Price hummed in agreement and placed a kiss to the back of your neck while he wrapped his arms around you. “Let's get you taken care of so you can get some proper rest Angel.”

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tbhimnoteasyonmyself · 2 months

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Who is White?

If it is not I, your friendly neighbourhood non-binary deranged literature major, once again to tell you about stuff that the voices™︎ have prompted me.

This time, let's talk about the elephant in the room, the odd one out: Mr. White, a.k.a the fandom's babyboy.

(me as Fluke in this GIF, walking in ready to dissect this bitch)

So, what do we factually know about this man?

From what we're directly told in the show:

He's Tee's boyfriend, at least, since 12th grade, meaning they have been together for about 3 years, maybe 4 (depending on when exactly we are in terms of time in the present and when exactly during 12th grade they started dating).

He's younger than the rest of them, according to Por and Top in episode 1.

He studied at a different school from the main gang AND from Phee (yes, despite the embroidery having a similar colour, the writings where the institution's name should be are nothing alike, thus, not from the same place)

He cares a lot about his appearance (he does skincare when Por is literally dying downstairs and he sees a rash on his body while under the effect of New's absynthe - idk if it's absynthe or not but my friends and I have been calling it that since we saw them drink the green drinks so it's absynthe for me and there's that).

He's generally a very respectful person (he always speaks formally and nicely to everyone, even when people are hostile to him, like Tee or Fluke).

His fear doesn't seem to paralyze him in high-pressure situations (he strikes people with a tripod twice to save himself and others when he thinks they're in danger).

Another source could be the Yearbook, which, now, we have to be a bit more skeptical about because, as seen in New's case, it's not 100% accurate. One can argue that it is accurate because the yearbook would have Tan's info, since that's who he's living as and no one knows any better than that, including the institutions and, sure, yeah, fair. But while we don't know that White is hiding anything from us as well, we can't be sure of it. So, take the following with a grain of salt:

(translated with Google Translate)

His legal name is Watcharin Siriphan

He was born on the 25th of February 2005 (which confirms what Por and Top say)

His blood type is A (which according to the Blood Type Personality Theory means he is shy, stubborn, a perfectionist, polite and hard-working, apparently. tbh this thing is super shifty, no source seems to agree on the meaning of each type and, of course, it's a pseudoscience and all, so... yeah. take it as you will)

He's studying Software Engineering

He likes cakes

He dislikes cockroaches

He plays games and programs in his free time

So... We don't know much. He's the most generic person ever. Like... I too, and half the world's population, like cake, dislike cockroaches and like to play games. It's not exactly very special. Which is exactly why he is so intriguing. After all, we had 5 whole episodes so far, which were just the backstory of the people we see together in the mansion in the present. We've seen their personalities, their qualities and flaws, what they did and what they didn't do. We've been given a reason as to why they're here. Not just in the more direct sense of "they agreed to come here for Jin's goodbye party" but of why exactly they needed to be put all together in these conditions for this story. All except White. White is just... Barely an afterthought. We're shown when he comes into this story for the group (when he becomes Tee's boyfriend), but we're not given a reason so far as to why the narrative wants him there.

Because, sure, IRL people sometimes end up in random places and things can be pretty meaningless but this is a work of fiction. One that, evidently, has been greatly focused on details (Non's framed apple picture and Phee eating an apple alone, for example, or the correlation between the group and the colour blue). So why would it just throw us a character that is, seemingly, irrelevant to the story?

And to this, there are 2 possibilities my friends: either White is a narrative tool to get to the audience or White is not who we think he is. So let's explore it, shall we?

White = Narrative Tool

Let's start by assuming, possibly the most likely outcome, that White is exactly just a guy who ended up there due to his connection to Tee. Why would this narrative need that character?

Glad you asked. Because he's the only person who's 100% innocent. If he's just some guy who, as we've seen, keeps being respectful and nice and trying to always do the right thing, then he's got nothing to do with the others who, in different degrees are all guilty of something. He's the odd one out.

Because, yes, this is not a show of villains (at least, not in which concerns the main characters). They're all morally grey. But they have some drop of black that makes them grey.

Por is arrogant and a liar and selfish.

Tee is aggressive and manipulative and a control freak.

Top is an overall asshole and a coward.

These 3 actively bully Non. Por steals his work. Tee and Top blame him for shit he didn't do which puts in the situation where he owns Por and they spy on him. Tee manipulates him into mafia money laundry and threatens him.

Fluke is selfish and refuses to take action even when he knows it's the right thing to do.

Jin's doesn't have the capability to realize that the peaceful passive way with which he normally carries himself with won't solve the issue. Plus he's overly emotional. And a bit selfish too.

They didn't help Non when it was their moral obligation to do so. And Jin records him being abused by their teacher and possibly posts it online (though that's still up for debate).

Phee is too stubborn and also overly emotional and even overly empathic.

New is obsessive and vengeful.

Phee never really helps Non because all the ways he offers Non help are the wrong ones. He almost tries to control him. And he fails. And then he tells him awful things and breaks up with him in a terribly vulnerable moment for Non. And even when he regrets it and tries to bring justice to him, he fucks Jin because he wanted to and tries to cover it up as if it was part of the plan. Sure, they were broken up, technically, but Phee himself seems to have had "take-backies" over that breaking up. So, in his mind, at least, it's fair to say he cheats on him, which is very hypocritical after how he reacts to Non being abused. And New... He tries to help sincerely because he feels guilty but he only makes things worse. Nothing is solved and their father curses them both before committing public suicide at their mom's funeral.

Non (which may be even more relevant if he's still alive) is overly independent and uncommunicative.

He doesn't tell Jin he has a boyfriend when it's clear Jin's trying to make a move on him, event though Non's not interested. He hides very important things from Phee. He commits fraud (understandably, but yeah). And yeah, he's justified in his rage and attack but... Does he ever think of how his actions affect other such as Jin, for example, who, in his eyes, is innocent? Not really.

"Oh but White won't die!", I hear you say. "The innocent people never die in slashers!! Only the people who did the killer wrong do!" And that's exactly where I have to disagree.

So, amidst a sea of grey characters, White is, funnily enough: white. He's just good. He's done nothing wrong. And the narrative needs him because, when the others die, we'll feel (to different degrees, sure, but still, we will) that there's a reason. Even if we like the characters, those deaths will make sense. But what happens when an innocent man dies? What happens when you kill the man who wasn't even supposed to be there (he joined the trip at the last minute)?

As @syrena-del-mar says in this post: "DFF is more than just a 90s slasher film imitation". It "sits at a novel intersection of genre: horror slasher on the one hand and BL on the other hand" as @brifrischu puts it here and, for that, it bends expectations and rules and subverts what are natural tropes and events of the slasher archetype. White dying is the sort of thing this narrative, and our inventive genius Sammon, would do. Because... Do you really think they're giving us grey characters instead of black ones because we're supposed not to question this revenge? Because we're supposed to be happy about this? No. Of course not. That would be dumb. If we're meant to 100% side with the killer, then why give us likeable characters as the targets? Because, and this is as much speculation as it is reading the room, we're not.

This story, I don't know how it will end, but regardless I'm pretty confident it's supposed to tell us something important about cycles of violence: that they're neverending until someone chooses peace instead. That aggression and bloodshed and revenge... They won't bring time back, they won't undo the mistakes we make, they won't restore that which is lost, they won't make the grief go away... That they won't make us feel better. More even: that they will only hurt more people, create more injustice and prompt more revenge. And, thus, perpetuate the cycle.

So what's White's role? Being the final drop into our collective cup of realization (and perhaps the characters' as well) that this revenge mission is pointless and won't solve anything. White's role is to die.

"Oh, but uncle Dang was also innocent! Is his death not enough??", I hear you ask. And well... Maybe, maybe not. I think, honestly, his death is too impersonal for us to feel too deeply about it. Like, sure, yes, it is the death of an innocent, but it's a distant innocent. It doesn't make our blood boil because we don't know shit about that man. But, for all we don't know of White's past, we've seen him cry, we've seen him scared, we've seen him fight for his life, we've seen him be a good boyfriend and a good friend. He might just be some dude but we like him. He's the fandom's babyboy, as I said. It is more impactful and it tells the story better.

But this is just a hypothesis. And it might not convince you. And that's fair. So, because I'm a persistent obnoxious fucker with a little too much free time, I'm bringing you a second theory. For this one, though... You might need a little tinfoil hat... Be prepared.

White ≠ Who He Says He Is

So, if you think just having a character be hollow and pure good in a show of very fleshed-out and grey characters is weird, even if he might be narratively relevant, then we can only assume there's something important to White's character we don't know about yet. (I'm adding this in retrospective because I forgot but this idea came to me partially from @yellingaboutkp and their great analysis of horns in the show that you can find here)

But what could that be? We've seemingly seen all the flashbacks we needed from everyone, White doesn't seem very relevant to anyone's storyline but Tee's but... We'd assume if there was something directly connected to Tee's actions and White that we needed to see, we would've. Admittedly, the next episode seems to be on its way to tell us what Tee knows about what happened to Non and Keng while they were captured by the mafia and he could be there but I think, honestly, that it goes deeper than that. And here's why: because there's a person who's even more of an odd one out then White: whoever Perth's character is.

Now, he would've been completely unsuspicious if it wasn't for one thing: Perth's presence in the promotion of this series. He's just... Always there, somehow? Like, his character has only really appeared last episode massaging Tee's uncle but he's constantly talking about this series. Plus, his name is very well credited. AND, the absolute cherry on top, his character appears in THIS poster:

Now, yeah, I understand Marketing and Publicity (it's part of my Master's, you don't have to explain it to me). So, I know this could very well just be a strategy to sell the series. After all, Perth did get a lot of attention after The Hidden Character, I know, I know. It's also a way to put his name out there for other future roles, kinda like a soft launch. Plus, this is the show that killed Us's character first when he was one of the most popular actors in the cast. HOWEVER, I'd argue that, considering the previously mentioned attention to detail, they would not have given one of their rising stars a role in this series if it wasn't important. Like... No other background character without lines (so far) was given an important actor to play it. So pardon me, but I don't buy it. Perth's character's gotta matter somehow. And, back to what I was saying, I think the next episode will be exactly where.

See, I made a poll here on the hellsite asking what y'all think happened to Non. It's this one. And it shows that, overwhelmingly, we all think Non is alive BECAUSE he was helped by the man himself:

"Okay, Dante, but, even if that's true, where does White fit in all this?" Glad. You. Asked.

Now, if we're assuming Perth's character's the one that's gonna help Non (and possibly Keng or maybe not, idk and it really doesn't matter for now), we've gotta assume he's a possible suspect for the murderer. And even more so under this optic that Non is alive. Who more than a person whose whole reality seemed to be the mafia and who might've escaped it would be okay with murdering people? Right? Or, on the contrary, that he took a liking to Non and is trying to prevent him from further digging himself a hole in life and is trying to save him from himself.

You see, I didn't watch The Hidden Character (and those who did apparently recommend it stays that way). I didn't know any of these people before except those who were in Kinnporsche. And you know what that led me to? Curiously enough, dear reader: confusing Fuaiz with Perth. So, yeah, you know where this is going... White and Perth's character might be related. Brothers, probably.

"All because you think they look alike?" Well, if you ignore the way I just explained how it would tie some very loose ends... Yeah, kinda. BUT, in my defence, it makes a lot of genetic sense.

See, no other characters in the show really look this much alike. Believe me, I tested it.

For this purpose, I tried many different sites but the one that seemed to give me the most reliable results was FaceShape. Most characters got no more than 10%, some even got 0% (e.g. New and Perth's Character). And you wanna know how much White and Perth's character got? Nearly 50%.

For comparison reasons, New and Non who are CANONICALLY brothers, got about 30%.

BUT, if this is not convincing enough, my sister and I (who share EXACTLY the same 2 parents) got lower than them.

(pls ignore the picture, I was trynna make it as accurate as possible so I took a front pic with a neutral expression. also, my sister is censored for privacy reasons)

Now... Will I claim this is irrefutable proof? No. Not at all, but think about it: if White and Perth are related that might maybe explain how Tee and White met. It might also explain that really weird scene in the pre-release trailer (albeit all scenes in that are rather odd) where White-

Yes, thank you, Obi-Wan. And Anakin Tee is looking up at him, as if White has more power than Tee does. Because then, it could probably mean that White knows something and is probably there to do something. What exactly? Idk, man. He could be there to ensure the group remains clueless/confused or that they remain where they need to be for things to work... Or he could be there to try and prevent stuff from happening much to the likeness of what I stated for Perth's character's case.

"Oh, but if he knows something, wouldn't he know what happened to Non? Why would he be curious to watch the recording??"

Well, not necessarily. We know Non is not communicative and that he doesn't typically share his problems with anyone (the exception being Keng, obviously, but then again, the exception confirms the rule). And sure, Keng might be more talkative but idk if he would say something if Non asked him not to. I have a feeling he probably wouldn't (since he has that weird thing JJ mentioned about how he "loves Non" and, therefore, even if he's an abuser, he doesn't perceive himself that way and wouldn't do something he actively thinks would hurt Non). So, while Perth's character would know what happened to Non while he was being held by Tee's uncle and even some things about why he is there, he probably wouldn't know the rest.

But then why would he date Tee? Well, this is a narrative so... Foils are something that can happen. Having White and his relationship with Tee be a parallel to that of Phee and Jin is not weird and, in fact, has happened in the very first episode when both couples arrive at the room where the singles are, in pairs. Therefore, it wouldn't be weird to think of White as someone who maybe also fell in love with the guy that was supposed to be a means to an end or, alternatively, and perhaps more interestingly, have White NOT be in love with him and actually succeed, unlike Phee. Thus, drawing the comparison that, while Tee and White are in a relationship, White didn't fall in love and, inversely, while Phee and Jin aren't in a relationship, Phee did fall in love.

And this would mean that all we've seen of White's fear might, in fact, be an act to throw suspicion off of him. Or even more justified because he knows exactly what's lurking in the woods... After all, why would he suddenly join Jin's goodbye party if he's not a friend of Jin's? What reason better than to tag along your boyfriend's getaway with his friends if not to protect him from the terrible consequences of his actions?

But I get it. It's an extremely convoluted theory and, in all honesty, maybe makes the show more dull and boring if it's true because... Why would they repeat this "secret brother" twist? Or the dating with second intentions trope? It could be a narrative parallel, yes, but I can also definitely see how people could point that out as uncreative or lazy writing.

Either way: these thoughts were circling around my head and, before the next episode confirms or destroys them, I wanted to get them out into the world for y'all to, maybe, hopefully, join in on the hype for it, as it's less than 24h 'till it airs. Hope in that I was successful, at the very least.

Anyway... As usual feel free to (politely) argue with me, tell me I'm wrong, tell me I missed this and that, add to it, etc... Because if there's one thing I currently love more than DFF itself, it's definitely the fandom and I want us to make the most of it!!

I'll see y'all tomorrow when we're freaking out about episode 10!!!

All the love! 💜💜💜

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imajinxnation · 7 months

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That's Bull

Constantine (2005) x Reader

SUMMARY // Reader gets kidnapped by a demon and Constantine comes to save her. Reader can't help but mock the demon's stupidity and waits for her boyfriend to come get her.

Thought of this while I was at work!

Hope this is at least decent, cause it's been awhile lmao

GIF FOUND ON PINTEREST

TW // Kidnapping, Humor, Sarcasm, Insinuated Sexy Times, Cussing, FEMALE READER..

I groan as I wake, a harsh pounding in my head, as if someone was repeatedly taking the back of my head and smashing it against a metal wall. I slowly open my eyes, wincing, but see nothing except black, my breathing feeling a little restricted and stuffy. I feel the bag over my head against my face and begin to put together the pieces of what had happened. I sigh and shake my head, not even surprised.

I hear heavy footsteps echoing closer, a metal door opens and, soon enough, the footsteps are stopped right in front of me and the bag over my head is ripped off. I glare at my kidnapper; a heavyset woman with blue dyed hair, an obvious red tint in her pupils, telling everyone that she is a demon.

"You should lighten your footsteps, girl, I could hear them from a mile away," I scoff at her.

The demon looks at me, not showing too much emotion, but I could tell my words were already getting to her. Her jaw clenched and an offended look came and went in her eyes. I smirk a little; this demon will be easy to get through.

The demon takes a deep breath to calm herself before speaking, "I need information, on your little boyfriend, Constantine," she spat out his name like poison in her mouth.

I throw my head back and laugh.

"Honey, you realise that he gives out information pretty freely, right? He couldn't give two fucks about who knows what about him! I mean.. what do you even want to know anyways?"

The demon snarls at my nonchalant nature and speaks up again, angrier this time.

"Where does he keep the dagger of destiny? I know he fucking kept it!"

I snort, "No he didn't, you dumbass! Who the fuck told you that bullshit lie? No, wait, let me guess! Gabriel?"

The demon gives an awkward, frustrated look, "No.." She says, unconvincingly.

There was silence for a few moments before I broke out into laughter, finding the whole situation hilarious.

"You- you mean to tell me," I say between giggles, "that Gabriel told you personally that Constantine has the dagger of destiny, and then told you to kidnap me to tell you where he hides it? You are one gullible demon!"

"Watch it, you pathetic worm," the demon stomps like a child getting sent to the corner.

"Okay, alright. Come closer and I'll whisper it to you, I promise!" I give my best innocent face and silently beckon the demon to lean closer.

She does, easy to fool.

"You're going to be back in hell in a minute.." I whisper, the demon leans her head back from me, looking me in the eyes as I smirk.

She let's out a frustrated yell and walks past me, presumably to grab a weapon to torture me with. I see a shadow at the foot of the door in front of me before trying to see what the demon was doing behind me, catching a glimpse of her back. My head snaps back towards the door when I see a little bit of light enter the room. I see my boyfriend's head poke through before slipping his whole body in the room, making as little noise as possible as to not draw attention.

"You alright?" He mouths to me.

I nod and tilt my head towards the demon behind me, back still turned, muttering to herself about which tool she should use to torture me with.

"Give her hell.." I mouth with a smirk and a wink.

John smirks back and raises his demon gun, "Hey ugly!"

The demon swings around at the voice and goes to attack, but John shoots before she could move, and with one shot of that demon gun, she turns to dust.

"Thank you, Baby, you wanna untie me now?" I ask.

Constantine laughs and shakes his head in disbelief before setting the gun down to untie my body from the chair.

"When will these demon fucks learn not to mess with you?" He growls in my ear, untying my wrists from behind my back.

"You know demons, Babe, they may be evil little shits.. but they have a brain the size of a peanut," I laugh and rub my wrists from the rope burn.

I hop up from the uncomfortable metal chair and stretch, my shirt riding up a bit, showing a sliver of my stomach.

"What did they want this time anyways?" Constantine rolled his eyes and lit a cig.

"Gabriel told it some bull about you keeping the dagger of destiny," I scoffed at the mention of Gabriel.

"That bitch.. When will she stop trying to get revenge on me, it's not my fault God hates her now!" He let out an exasterbated sigh and takes a puff of his cig.

"Well.. I'm not saying I like getting kidnapped all the time.. But I always like what happens after you find me," I say suggestively.

Constantine stares at me for a second before giving a look of disbelief and then a smirk. He takes one last puff of his cig and then stomps it out on the concrete ground of the underground base I was kept in. He moves in closer to me, wrapping his arm around my middle and pulling me into his body roughly, face extremely close to mine.

"And this time will be no different," he smashes his lips to mine, desperately.

#x reader #john constantine #constantine 2005 #john constantine x reader #constantine imagine #constantine x reader #keanu my beloved #keanu reeves #keanu reeves characters #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves imagine #john x reader #constantine 2005 x reader #constantine 2005 imagine

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🖤Understanding Season 4&5 Sam🖤

long post, 30 gifs

sorry I don't care if my english sucks or not anymore. I live with the urge to defend Sam 24/7, that's what it's about.

this post looks weird on pc… recommend you to read on the app

Supernatural S1E01 Pilot // S1E06 Skin S3E08 A Very Supernatural Christmas S4E19 Jump the Shark

Do you see the parallels here? This is why I think people who say season 4 Sam was annoying also hate every other character in this show, they just don't realize that. It was not a big deal when other characters treated Sam the way they did, but when Sam started to mirror them you suddenly find it annoying? That's absurd. I know almost every filmmaking choice of this show is unfair to Sam and I hate that too, but still we audiences can see things from various angles and think for ourselves. And sometimes you need to see the story as a story, not something to take sides.

Supernatural S3E16 No Rest for the Wicked Supernatural S4E04 Metamorphosis

Sam lost his entire family at the end of season 3. He was full of remorse, and to make up for that he was literally following his family's footsteps. Sam became obsessed with revenge like John did after Mary died. Season 4 was about that vicious cycle, the tragedy of it. Dean sold his soul for Sam just like John did for him. Sam tried to be more like his dad and big brother and did what they taught him. And Sam's relapse was a part of the addiction cycle. But Dean locking up Sam in the panic room changed nothing, the final seal was broken after all. So Lucifer gets out, and the oldest family drama is about to start all over again. It wasn't about who was right or wrong. It was about the circle, a never ending story. The next season was about restoring trust in each other and seeking redemption, and Sam eventually broke the chain by sacrificing himself. That's what makes Swan Song the tragic ending of all time. (though it all comes back as the show keeps going on... but what is spn without The Codependency™)

So, yeah, it's beyond me how some people can't see the reason behind Sam's choices in this season cause the context was SO clear. If you watch the show, you can see how much Sam and Dean affect each other and how much both are affected by John in different ways. And it's natural because they are family. We are who we are because of everyone and everything that has happened in our lives, and same goes for every fictional character, including Sam. It's just as simple as that. Sam was just trying to live by his brother's will while battling with grief and loss. He had to keep on fighting without Dean. And the reason why Dean wasn't with him was because Dean sold his soul to save Sam and went to hell for it. It not only made Sam the sole survivor of the family but also made the very being of him their entire legacy. Starting with Mary making a deal with Azazel, every choice ever made in this family is what brought him there. As I said earlier, it's the cycle. And a consequence. In short, if it is a sin, I think it’s everyone’s.

Supernatural S4E04 Metamorphosis

Sam and Dean's fate to be vessels? Their destiny? It doesn't matter in the end. This show was always about fate AND free will. Free will was always there. You always have choices. Sam was the one who believed that most desperately so he became the one who broke the cycle. Even though it was only the last page, he ripped out the written fate anyway and wrote the ending himself. YES HE IS THE MAIN CHARACTER. And after everything he did for the world, the story made him suffer eternal agony with the Devil because he is also a tragic hero figure. (SIGH literally the character of all time)

You can see this all only as an observer, as an audience. For Sam, the only thing he could do at the moment was just find the person to blame―in this case, it's a demon named Lilith― and get revenge. And he was lost somewhere along the road, he became an addict because he couldn't do anything about his loved ones dying, but when he drinks the demon blood it gives him power and a sense of control. (aaaaaand I still don't get why writers wrote this as some kind of diabolical desire in 4x18. I get it sammy what the fuck would chuck know about helplessness)

You can say you wouldn't suck up the demon blood, that's fine, but this story was written in this way, and if Sam didn't do that, the story couldn't go forward. Why? Because he is the main character. (It always had to be you, Sammy!) And reminds you that if you want to watch a show with multiple seasons, you have to remember what happened before to understand what’s going on now. So please don't make up things in your head, just go back to where it all started. There are contexts in everything. Everyone is a consequence of each other, but we don't have to be bound to that fact. We have choices: to change, to make things better. That's why we should be kind to each other, and for that, I love and respect Sam so much cause he didn't let his traumas define him and always tried to be a better person. ♡

I'm not done yet!!! see also this:

Supernatural S3E04 Sin City Supernatural S4E04 Metamorphosis

Dean worried when Sam killed a demon with the Colt to save him cause it also killed a person who was being possessed, and it was 'cold'. But then when he finds out about the demon blood, he is so mad that he doesn't even care about the fact Sam was saving possession victims and just screaming in Sam's face "Use the knife!". It's so??? What is the logic here? This just proves it's always been about his feelings, not really about saving people. Is that an evil thing? No, I don’t think so. Dean is just a human, he can’t control what he feels. But if you use this to beat up Sam, I'll go feral then. Cause Sam is a human too.

And look at Ruby's masterful manipulation skill. Makes Sam feel guilty about everything, and comes back with what he needs when no one's left around him. She really was the best of those sons of bitches.

Supernatural S4E04 Metamorphosis

Seriously, what was Sam supposed to do? Everyone on this show didn't even bother to understand Sam and just decided everything he ever did was fundamentally wrong. Sam was using his own body to change the things outside of him, cause there is nothing he can do about the fact of his body, the blood in it. In life, there are things we can change and we can't. We have to live with that non-negotiable fact for our whole life. Sam learned this most painful way... And one thing about Sam is that he never let the unchangeable things make him give up the things he can change. It's not always a good thing though, cause Sam in s4 was very self-destructive. He was obsessive, and that is one of his problems. Sam is so stubborn and doesn't give up on anything easily. Actually this problem could be solved after s7 cause he tried to move on, but s8 happened… so it got worse, kept getting worse, and look what happened in s10. The most heartbreaking domino effect, I'd say...

Supernatural S5E03 Free to Be You and Me Supernatural S5E06 I Believe the Children Are Our Future

Anyways, back to the point. Unfortunately, Sam started the apocalypse. And what did he do after that? When the whole world tried to hunt him down, the devil wanted to crawl inside him, and an angel called him an abomination? He didn't give up there to remain that abomination. He didn’t surrender. Instead, Sam begged for a second chance. He wanted to atone, wanted redemption. He still believed in others even though he lost trust in himself. He believed there was still something he could do about it. Even when he was possessed by Lucifer, he fought till the end to save his brother and the world. And he did it. He was a fucking hero at that moment, sadly a tragic one too. But the important thing is: Sam Winchester represents hope. (I think Swan Song was a perfect ending as a tragedy. This show got weaker and weaker after s5 which kinda ruined the perfection, but I'm also so glad the show continued cause this message fits more hopefully in Carry On. I needed to see Sam rewarded with something better than eternal agony after all those additional tortures of 10 more seasons.)

One last thing, you know what's funny about Metamorphosis? Dean had nothing to say about the fact Sam saved more people than when they were hunting together, so he just went "That what Ruby wants you to think?" Dude what was going on in your mind. like that was what Ruby intended, he was right about that only by chance, but I still find it funny that Dean said that at this exact moment. And he does this a lot, attacking the messenger when he can't refute the message. He didn't have any rational reasons like Sam, he just didn't like it and that's all(and honestly I think this can be an actual reason too cause there's a history behind it which I talked about it here. I wish Dean had just talked to Sam and had a real conversation. but he never talks about his feelings, that's what Dean Winchester does. so… yep not gonna happen. also, if the brothers have a healthy relationship, that is not supernatural lol), so he brought up Angels and evoked Sam's religious guilt. And the Angels in question also turned out to be manipulative assholes later. Everyone makes mistakes, but somehow Sam is always the one who gets most condemned and blamed. Dean, On the other hand, is justified by the narrative so many times even when it is actually his fault. As I said, unfair. This is not even a Dean crit post, I'm just mad at unreasonable people and the way this show works in general.

I swear I was normal before watching this season. Sam's demon blood arc was what made me insanely fall in love with him, so when I found out all those hate for Sam… that really could be my villain origin story but instead I chose to be on tumblr, so yeah I believe love wins<3 ha what a way to end a post. sorry guys

#sam winchester #dean winchester #spn 1x01 #spn 1x06 #spn 3x08 #spn 4x19 #spn 3x16 #spn 4x04 #spn 3x04 #spn 5x03 #spn 5x06 #s1 #s3 #s4 #s5 #gifs #i don’t agree with this show on so many things and some of the later seasons just piss me off except for occasional good episodes #but the first five seasons of spn are always worth talking about #spn meta

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itsthestutterforme · 8 months

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Love to Break You (Rafe Cameron Drabble)

Prompt Credit @mostlyheinous : “I’ll have so much fun breaking you.” “Eyes on me,”

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, this is not a beta’d read, sexual themes (oral sex, fingering, p in v penetration, mirror sex), MINORS DNI, use of pet names

“Oh come on, Y/N. It’s the party of the year. What else do you have planned on a Friday night?” Your friend, Sapphire jested. “It’s Rafe’s party. I’m not going.” “That literally doesn’t matter. You probably won’t even see him.” You huffed, handing back her blunt and standing from the sand of the beach. “What’s your problem with him anyway?” She called after you, putting out the blunt in the ashtray and stuffing it into a plastic bag as she scrambled to pack her stuff up.

You were only a few blocks from Pope’s house. You’ll probably spend the rest of the night playing Resident Evil, not going out to some stupid party. You waited until she caught up to answer, “Him and his friends are always dicks to my cousin, Pope. The Kook and Pogue rivalry is so stupid.“So what?” “If you even need to ask that, you’re a lost cause.”

“Okay look, Pope and his friends are Pogues. Rafe and his friends are Kooks. They’re always going to have a rivalry. Don’t let that get in the way of you having fun.”

“If that’s your way of making me feel better, you suck at it.” “I’m just saying, loyalty to your cousin is what’s going to turn you into a Pogue like them. And believe me, that’s the last thing you need.” “I’m already a Pogue, what are you talking about?” “Barely, you have a full time job and save up for things. Which is more than I can say for Pope and his friends.”

“Watch it,” you warn. “You walk around here like you have a stick permanently lodged up your ass. Go to the party. Get laid, smoke some weed, drink some beer. Live a little! Damn.” She lectured. “Or don’t. I’m not your fucking parent.” She bumped your shoulder and she walked passed you to cross the street.

“Bitch,” you heard her say from across the street. “Fuck you,” you shouted and she flipped her middle finger up at you. You sincerely debated chasing after her and drop kicking her but that would probably land you in a jail cell. Someone’s sharp whistle caught your attention. Your head whipped over to see Rafe on his dirt bike. “Isn’t that the fifth friend you told to fuck off? Not the most social person, are ya?”

“How about you do me a favor and do the same, huh?” You continued to walk down the block when you heard an engine rev and a blur of tires made it’s way into your vision. You stumbled into the front of bike and saw a smirk make its way onto his face. “You coming to my party tonight?” “What point of fuck off do you not understand?” “I’ll go once you answer my question,” “I’d rather jump into a pool of shattered glass,”

You pressed the kill switch on his bike and side stepped around him when he let go of his bike fast enough to trip you. You reached out for the fence to stabilize you before sending a glare over your shoulder. “You know, I would leave you alone but you’re so fun to piss off… And it’s kinda hot.”

He picked up his bike and sent you a kiss before switching the bike on and peeling off the curb. You fucking hated that guy.

You were zoning out while you waited for the Xbox to sign in when you heard a faint freak of your bedroom door opening. You looked up to see JJ clearing his throat. “Shit, I didn’t know you would be in here.” You waited a moment before saying, “Well it is my room.” “Right, well uh- we’re heard to Rafe’s party later if you want to come.” He offers, adjusting the white cap he was wearing.

“Is everyone going to that stupid party? Why are you guys going?” “To stir up some trouble,” he says with a mischievous smirk. “Just sayin’. I know fighting is kind of your thing. And there’s definitely going to be a fight or two there.” “You don’t say?” He hums in agreement. “Where there’s Pogues and Kooks, there’s always gonna be a fight.” He answers with a shrug.

Pope comes into the doorway and scratches the back of his neck. “Why do I feel like you guys want to ask me something?” You set down the controller and lean back on your hands while you wait for a response. JJ’s gaze fell to your breasts that we’re spilling out of the racer back crop top you were wearing.

Pope noticed his friends gaze and elbowed him in his ribs. “Ow! What the fuck man,” JJ whined. “Stop checking her out,” “What? She’s hot, dude. I’m sorry.” They conversed like you weren’t within earshot of them. “What do you want?” You asked. “We were wondering if you can give us a ride to the party,” Pope suggests.

Sapphire’s words rattled around your head. “Get laid, smoke some weed, drink some beer. “Fine,” you said, clapping your hands on your thighs before standing. “When’s the party?”

“We leave at midnight and not a minute later,” you tell the group of teens like you weren’t only two years older than them. “Wait you’re coming inside?” JJ asked. “Yeah, why not?” “Sick,” he fist pumps, earning an eye roll from Kiara. You took the keys from the ignition and tucked it into your pocket along with your phone.

You wore a simple black sun dress with roses on it and sandals. Your curly, short hair was still damp from the shower you just took. As soon as you set foot on the gravel driveway, you smell firewood and booze. JJ got you a drink as you sat by the fire pit and John B passed you a J.

You were beginning to enjoy yourself and little did you know Rafe’s eyes were on you the entire time. He was half listening to girl next to him and peered at you over the edge of his solo cup whenever he took a sip. His jaw clenched when you laughed at something JJ said and JJ leaned a little closer to brush shoulders with you.

He let it go on for about thirty minutes before he lost his patience. He waited until you left to go where he assumed was the bathroom. Rafe gave a look to Topper who immediately knew where he was going with this. “Time to take out the trash, boys.” Rafe starts as he stands from his chair and shakes off the girl on his arm, Kelce and Topper followed.

“Hey Sarah, what are you doing these days?” Topper asks, leaning over the chair behind her. “Getting over you, Top.” John B answered for Sarah. “Looks like JJ’s gotta pant busting crush on Y/N, Rafe. Isn’t she your girl?” Kelce jests. “No the fuck she isn’t.” JJ stood from his chair and got in Kelce’s face. “You need to leave her out of this,” Pope suggests.

“Or what, Pogue? You’re gonna hit me? You don’t have to balls.” Rafe smiled when he saw you cross the cobblestone patio to where the confrontation was happening. “He isn’t, but she is.” John B starts, and you decked Kelce in the face from the side. You sent him stumbling backwards where he tripped over a chair.

“Hell yeah!” JJ exclaims and Rafe punched him in the stomach while Topper shoved John B to the ground. “The fuck is going on here?” You start. Rafe wasted no time picking you up while Kelce called other guys to jump into the fight with the Pogues. “Y/N!” Pope yelled after you while you dangled from Rafe’s shoulder.

“Let me go! What the hell is wrong with you!” You shouted to Rafe and he chuckled as he completely ignored you. He tightened his grip on your legs the more you tried to break free. He finally opened a room and set you on the bed gentler than you anticipated.

“Have you lost your mind?” He took off his hat and ran a hand through his hair, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’m leaving,” you stood from the bed and he pushed you back onto it. “Don’t touch me,” you stood up and stepped up to him, not caring if you needed to look directly upwards to look into his eyes.

“Touch me again and I’ll make an example of you like I did your friend.” He audibly laughs and took a step closer to you. His warm chest pressed against yours but you didn’t dare to step down. “God, you’re fiesty. I love it. I’ll have so much fun breaking you.” “You’re not breaking anything,”

“Tell you what, let’s make a deal. We’ll wrestle for it. I win, you have to stay the night with me. You win-“ “I win, you and your friends leave me and my family the hell alone.” You interrupted, shoving your chest against his. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw his gaze darken and noticed that he didn’t move an inch when you attempted to shove him.

“Deal,” he starts. “Deal,” the next second, you moved to punch him but he grabbed your wrist. You used the other hand and he did the same thing. “Come on, Y/N. I thought it was going to be harder than this.” He taunts. “Fuck you!” You twisted your wrist outward and broke free of his grip. Sending a drop kick to his abdomen, he stumbled a bit and you tried to make a break for the door but he beat you to it.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and sent you clear across the room onto the bed. He was on you in a second and pinned your wrists above you with one hand, placing his free hand on your inner thigh. You cursed yourself at the goosebumps trailing up your body and made it’s way up to your hardened nipples. “You done?”

“I’m not fucking you,” he laughed in your face and pulled away from you. “I didn’t expect you,” “Who are you lying to?” “I’ll end the party and we can watch a movie after. How does that sound?” You eyed him skeptically but he continued to call someone. “Shut the party down,” “What? It’s only ten o’clock?” You heard the voice doubted over the phone. “Does it sound like I give a shit? Get it done.” He hung up.

“How are people even friends with you? You’re a dick.” “You can pick the movie,” he turns on the TV and hands you the remote. He kicks off his shoes and jumps on the bed as a deep sigh leaves his lips. “Is this normal for you? Kidnapping girls that want nothing to do with you?”

“Come on. Who’s the one lying now? I see the way you look at me. I saw the way your body reacted when I touched you. It’s just a matter of time.” “Yeah, well don’t hold your breath.”

It’s been hours since the party ended. It’s close to 1 a.m. now and you’re not even close to being tired. You had clicked on the Choose For Me feature on Netflix which put on Sabrina the Teenage Witch. Rafe eventually drifted off the sleep after he took off his shirt.

You couldn’t help yourself to looking at the toned muscle from the ripples of his traps all the way down to his back dimples. You made the decision to leave before you ended up making a mistake. Only managing to set one foot on the floor, Rafe grumbled, “Don’t even think about it,”

The grittiness of his voice sent a throb down below. “Jesus,” “Huh? What’s wrong? You okay?” He lifted his head from the pillow and you rocked your leg back and forth as you crossed your arms. “I’m fine,” you dismiss. “Do you need a change of clothes?” “Oh my God, Rafe. Just forget it.” He sits up and his gaze fell exactly where you didn’t want him to see.

“Ah, I see what’s going on here.” “No, you don’t.” Chills rolled down your spine in contrast to the throbbing between your legs. “No?” He brushed a hand over your breast, feeling the hardened nipple. You let out a gasp and crossed your arms over your boobs. “You’re stubborn. I’ll give you that.”

He laid on his back and manspread his legs as he fixed his hair. “So what do you wanna do?” “I wanna go home,” “Fine, your keys are on the counter downstairs.” He tucks his arms behind his arms, flexing his chest muscles and you nearly lost it. “Okay,” you turned to stand from the bed only to be pulled back down.

By the time you processed what was going on, his hand gripped the back of your neck and he slammed his lips on yours. He devours your lips with his, occasionally nipping at your bottom lip as he demanded access. You loosely held his face as he rolled you on your back and slowly settled between your legs.

“I can make you feel so good, baby.” He says once he pulls away from your lips and descended to your neck. He pulls your dress up and cupped your cunt through your lace panties. He rubs circles on your clit, smirking when you arch your back into him. “But.. I need you to say it.” He pulls away from you entirely and hovered over you, occasionally glancing down at your lips.

“Say what?” he brushed his nose against your jawline, his breath fanning into your neck. “You know what I want,” he whispers. “I..” “You?..” you hated that he was getting off on this. “I want you.. to do something before I find someone else to do it for me.” You snapped.

“You just had to ruin it,” he says with a chuckle. “You know what?” He didn’t give you a chance to respond before tearing your panties down the middle and gathering your juices with his fingers.

He sank a finger in, prodding at a sensitive spot on your back wall. Your mouth fell open when your walls expanded around another finger. A gasp left you, your hips rolling to match his quick thrusts. “Yeah you like that?” He spurs on, loving the wet sounds your cunt made as it took his fingers in.

He pushes you further up on the bed before laying down until he was level with your cunt. The mirror set right in front of the bed made it that much messier. He sent an experimental lick to your clit. Your head dropped back to the bed and he shoves his fingers deeper inside of you. “Eyes on me,” he commands and you brought your attention back to him.

Looking at the mirror, you watched as he spread your folds to expose the nerve. He circled your clit with the tip of his tongue and sucked harshly until he felt your legs tighten. A lewd moan escaped you as you frantically grab at the sheets. His soft licks compared to his hard thrusts on his fingers sent you over the edge quicker than you anticipated.

Tears built up from the overstimulation, your legs closed around his head and he grumbled in annoyance. Wrapping his arms around your hips, he pressed your legs apart with both hands and pierced your walls with his tongue. A wail left your lips and tears stained your cheeks. “Oh don’t cry now, sweetheart. You wanted this, remember?”

You couldn’t form a coherent thought to make a smart remark. Everything he was doing felt so good. With a few quick, strong licks to your cunt your body started to twitch from another impending orgasm. When it inevitably came, you shouted and begged him to give you a break.

“Please! I can’t take it. It’s too much,” he hovers over you again and took your entire chin into his hand. “Awe, it’s too much? You think that bitch, JJ, can’t make you feel like this. Huh? Use your words, bunny.” He fingers you again with his free hand and rubs hard circles on your clit with his thumb.

He laughs when you tried to push his hand away. “What happened to all that attitude, bunny? Did I suck it out of you?” You screamed when he pinched your sensitive clit. His eyes widened in surprise and clapped a hand over your mouth. “Shhh. Don’t want the neighbors to think I’m killing you in here. I’ll give you a break.”

He slowly removed his fingers from you and licked your puffy folds teasingly, earning a whine from you. “I hate you.” You croak, your entire body felt like jelly and your eyes started to close. “You’re really going to hate me when I fuck you to sleep,” you let out a squeal when he stood from the bed, flipped you on your stomach and dragged you towards the edge of the bed.

Your lips parted in agony when your sore stomach muscles tighten as you tried to sit from bed. You looked at yourself in the mirror to see your disheveled state. Sun rays beamed through the sheer curtains, alerting you that you’ve overstayed your welcome. Purple and blue bruises littering your chest, neck and stomach. Your torn dress and panties on the floor. Rafe was sound asleep, his face in your direction as he laid on his stomach with one leg hiked up.

The sheets just covered the curve on his ass but not the skin your nails laid claim to. He was peaceful as can be, like he didn’t slut you out for two hours straight. You’ve never cried so much in one night.

You tried your best to slide off the bed with minimal noise, but of course he was a light sleeper. “Where do you think you’re going?” “The deal was stay the night. It’s clearly morning.” “Is that attitude I hear, bunny?” You took your bottom lip in between your teeth and chose to be silent.

“Just so we’re clear, you’re mine. If you try to date anyone else, and I’ll kill ‘em point blank. Each and everyone. I’m all you’re gonna need. I’ll take care of you from here on out, understand?” Your mouth fell open at the hot, psychotic man in front of you.

He put his boxers back on and lifted your mouth closed. Giving you a quick peck, he adds, “Close your mouth, bunny. You’ll let the flies in. Now what do want for breakfast?”

#black!reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x black!reader #outterbanks #jj maybank #john b routledge

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marigoos · 2 months

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I’ve been so ill this past few weeks and been hospitalized because of medical concerns. Found out that I have a tumor and it was already malignant. I have a Stage 2A Cervical Cancer and needs help ASAP. 🥺

GOAL: $1800

Oh this is gonna be so fun. Buckle up, children, time for

✨SCAM EDUCATION✨

Someone you don't know sends you an ask and asks for money

This in itself is an alarm bell. Maybe you're used to it if you're a big account, but if you're a smaller one that alone should make you suspicious af. This user does not follow me nor do I follow them. The only case in which this is acceptable is if you're running a donations blog (you know, the ones who collect people in need and make periodic posts to boost them? Which are way more expert in checking for possible frauds, or so one hopes)

If you scroll down their blog, they're very recent

This is their first ever post, notice the time stamp. If it's still active when you're reading this, you can check yourself.

It's even worse because, while it makes sense for someone very desperate to open accounts on any social media that comes to mind and start begging, you scroll down their blog and their posts are mostly untagged gifs of popular shows and scantily clothed women. Which in itself is not a crime, I often do it too (though I don't go around asking money to strangers) but when you've known for weeks (see pinned post) that you were sick, and your blog is only 5 days old, I would expect at least one post about it other than the pinned one, no? Or even just one single original posts instead of only reblogs and one answered ask to another 6-days-old account

Also I'm not one to judge others' sexual preferences but if you're a mom I would expect at least one of the thirsty posts to be about a man, but oh well. Definitely not enough

Check for others' warnings

There's a whole blog dedicated to listing all the scammers here in Tumblr, but I can't fucking member I should follow them if and when I remember

The fastest way is to search for their PayPal account name. First, though, you have to be CAREFUL about clicking suspicious links - always copy the link and paste it in the url bar to quickly check where it redirects you. In this case I saw It did redirect me to PayPal, and I did load it only because I don't have any PayPal app or credentials saved on my phone, so I don't risk payments or credentials getting sent automatically.

Unfortunately this must be quite recent, because searching for Christine Owaga (this guy^'s PayPal) only got me some Facebook accounts, and I don't remember my password so I'm not gonna check those.

However, since this is an ask on Tumblr, I looked on Tumblr for terms like "scam alert", "scam warning", "donation scam" and so on, and I did find something interesting:

Same exact message several times, more than one account, only one of which is still active.

Then I scrolled a bit more and found this one with a sliiiightly modified text, gonna bet that it's because that was when the victim brought a link to someone with a much bigger collection of receipts lmao just gonna link it here

The PayPal account name is different tbh, which means this dude is at least a bit smarter than an actual bot and knows how to spam semi-efficiently. Kudos!

This is not how a legit ill person should behave. Not even trying to bring some evidence, just leaving a trail of deleted accounts.

Gonna tag everyone I saw reblogging the scammer's pinned post so that they can delete it and maybe warn their followers (assuming they're not bots themselves)

@thecherry95 @back-in-19something @underthewingsofthblackeagle @fantasticcollectorkitten @takineko @razzgamer5 @jacks-ace @windywillows-world @aurelia-which-means-sunrise @comradesmooches @loch-tess-monster @urazayt @boodubious07 @satinfables @rateater69 @irontyphoonobject @blackfairyemoji @dannyfoggings @helloparzival13 @rusalkascave

#scam #scam alert #scam warning #long post #donation scam #donation scams #christine owaga #(only tagging so that it's searchable)#I'm not tagging who reblogged to shame them. so if you're among them and want me to delete your name just tell me #I just wanna be sure you know

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fandom-trash-goblin · 9 days

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Jiang cheng for the ask game

Also asked my @jcs-singular-slut-strand my beloved <3<3<3 and another anon, i'll just put it here. this needs a lot more jin ling but i'm tired sorry

Favourite thing about them: the fact that jiang cheng isn't a genius like wwx. he works hard and he fails and he's still so fucking amazing. he's sandu shengshou, he's sect leader jiang, he's zidian's wielder, he's fucking amazing. jiang cheng goes from this:

the most laughable one was the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, the people of which either had been killed or had scattered, leaving only Jiang Cheng, who was younger than even Lan XiChen and was still a child born yesterday, who had nobody in his hands but still dared call himself sect leader, holding up the banner of rebellion as he recruited new disciples.

to one of the most feared people in the world. everyone needs to clap for him.

propoganda : sect leader jiang convincing rogue cultivators to join, the dichotomy of our poor little dangereuse meow meow, he's trying so hard but he's going the wrong way, man believes his big brother so deeply even when he wants him dead, his fearsome reputation comes from killing his brother but gosh he will cry if you mention that,

Least favourite thing about them: not a least favourite thing tbh just--i so badly wanted the reverse core reveal man. i wanted jiang cheng to throw it in wei wuxian's face that he sacrificed himself first. i know it's not his character, and it's better that way, but i want him to- and then i wanna see the devastation on wwx's face. delicious

Favourite line: this post has that variation of my father picked me five times in my entire life and it made me happy for months that i cannot bring myself to write so you should just click on the link. also, devastation->

the absolute variations of Wei Wuxian!

Don’t you understand? When you’re standing on their side, you’re the bizarre genius, the miraculous hero, the force of the rebellion, the flower that blooms alone. But the second your voice differs from theirs, you’ve lost your mind, you’ve ignored morality, you’ve walked the crooked path. You think you can be immune to all those condemnations as you stay outside of the world and do whatever you want? No such precedent has happened before!

Why do you want his forehead ribbon? To hang yourself and commit suicide? I can lend you my belt, you’re welcome.

Go ahead. What other bad news do you have to report?

something something If you insist on protecting them(the Wen side branch), then I can't protect you

brOTP: Jiang Cheng & Jin Ling. that's his jiujiu, man. you can fucketh right off if you wanna say anything bad. i would love love an explored dynamic between Jiang Cheng & Lan Qiren. also a possible wen ning & jiang cheng or lan wangji & jiang cheng but we are not gonna see it happen in this cannon lmao.

OTP: chengxian. here's why one, two, three, four (gif), five, six, seven (gif), eight (thoughts on different wavelengths), the absolute circles of them saving each other, the fucking golden core reveal scene. golden scene reveal part 2, between this and jonsa, i'm never beating the incest allegations

edit: jiang cheng will always forgive wei wuxian

nOTP: i started out with jiang cheng/lan xichen... but i don't really see it anymore. but i don't hate it either, i will read fics for it if i like the writing.

Random headcanon:

lichtenberg scars. many of them, glowing whenever he uses zidian. here's where i got it from.

man is a savant at politics even if he's loud and angry.

yunmeng jiang absolutely adores their sect leader. i will love you forever if you send me recs all of them. pretend i haven't read a single one.

Lan Qiren has a favourite student that year and his name was not LWJ. Person had the same initials as Jesus Christ.

Unpopular Opinion: liking Jiang Cheng itself might be an unpopular opinion, tbh. but. let me punch wen ning just once. once. i'm sure he's done nothing wrong in his life ever. but please. once

Song I associate with them: zero idea. i'll get back to you on this.

Favourite picture of them:

babey! i think we're underestimating the potential of disney princess jiang cheng // that's his whole damn world he loves them so much // the shepherd's favourite lamb vibes.

#mdzs #jiang cheng #the untamed #jiang wanyin #asks #anon asks #yunmeng shuangjie #yunmeng siblings #yunmeng jiang #i love him. your honor. please

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My Good Omens Season 3 Predictions

Based on the Amazon Playlist and Established Patterns in S1 and S2

I’ve been listening to the songs on the official playlist that Amazon released in December, and I’ve been thinking about it non-stop. It’s been long enough, and now I feel like I have a solid enough footing to have ideas about season 3 based on the information given to us by the playlist (especially the songs Neil provided). Keep in mind that this is my speculation only. I may be entirely wrong, this post may age poorly, but I am okay with that. At the end of the day, I know for absolute fact that I will be THRILLED with whatever season 3 actually brings (But please – for my sanity – let there be a happy ending for Crowley and Aziraphale).

First of all, we know the season was outlined back in 2005, and I would assume (for the sake of this post if nothing else) that by the time the s3 announcement came, Prime had the general outline. And so, in the spirit of how this show does things, the playlist is full of Clues.

GIF by fuckyeahgoodomens

I’ll put the songs in parenthesis as I go.

Between “Before the Beginning” and “In the Beginning,” i.e. Flashback 1:

We’re going to start the season with Crowley’s Fall (Midnight Rain). Neil has said that he’s not going to ever tell us Starmaker’s name, so I’m not expecting that. But we know that each season starts with a prologue, and we also know that these flashback mirror the current events. Crowley’s Fall makes a lot of sense to start with because it is the first thing that pulls him and Aziraphale apart. And where are we starting from in present day? The Divorce.

How Are Crowley and Aziraphale Doing?

Bad (I’m a Mess). Crowley presents fine to the world, but we, who know him, can see he is struggling. I don’t know if he’ll actually go to therapy, but I would adore it if we got a glimpse of Crowley trying it and being like “NOPE” when it got too hard. He keeps expecting Aziraphale to walk around every corner, and keeps replaying the divorce in his mind (Just My Imagination).

Aziraphale isn’t doing well either. The Kiss, and by extension his last conversation with Crowley plays on his mind all the time (Could’ve Been).

Very soon after the playlist was released, one of my Good Omens friends on Discord (I forget who it was, I am so sorry), suggested that maybe Aziraphale is communicating with Crowley through his dreams. Honestly, I am so on board with this. With the number of songs that mention dreams and daydreams in this playlist, there is no way that Crowley’s dreams and/or imagination won’t play some kind of role in this season (In Dreams, Just My Imagination).

Minisodes

The Titanic

I think the most interesting thing is that we’re going to have at least one minisode about them alone through time. It’s something that we haven’t seen before, and it parallels their current journey.

That being said, I think one of these will be the Titanic (My Heart Will Go On). Here’s how I see it happening:

Crowley is the one on the ship. He’s not there to sink it, he’s just there to enjoy himself. Maybe he plays around with the kids a bit, maybe he makes friends. Point is, the humans have built this supposedly-unsinkable ship of dreams and he just has to see it. He’s there when it sinks. Maybe he even tries to save people or get the other ships to come faster, but he can’t save everyone.

Heartbroken, he returns home to his dark flat. He doesn’t turn on any lights. There are two envelopes waiting for him. He sits at the table to read them in the dark. The first is a commendation from Hell:

“Great job sinking the Titanic! Downstairs are Very Impressed with your work, as always!” He scoffs and tosses it aside. The second one is from Aziraphale.

Oh great, he thinks, Just what I need, a little ‘oh how dare you drown all those people you evil demon you.’ when I’m already feeling like shit. He opens it anyway. The first lines read:

“My Dear Crowley,

I heard that you were aboard the Titanic when it sank. Are you alright?”

Crowley breaks down and cries. ~End Scene~

1941

The playlist has Heart and Soul on it, but not a recent version – it’s specifically one that was recorded in 1939. So we’re almost definitely getting 1941 Part 3.

GIF by mimisempai

We’re going to find out what happened to cause their huge shift in dynamics from Date Night to 1967, and I think it’s a kiss. Maybe a kiss on the cheek? I’m not entirely sure. I do hope they get to slow dance to A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square though.

The Reunion

My friends, it will not go well. This is one of the songs that Neil chose – Cry Me a River. It just reeks of Aziraphale coming back and Crowley being (understandably, and rightly) being bitter towards him. Aziraphale will, eventually, I’m sure, get back in his good books, but he’s gonna need more than an I Was Wrong Dance to do it.

(Actually?) Saving the World

Okay so being perfectly honest, the only reason either of them are the lead characters in this series is because they’re so freaking loveable. They are very bad at their jobs. Anathema, Newt, and Adam saved the world in S1, and although the Husbands gave Adam a little pep-talk, I think he’s smart enough that he could have managed it on his own if he had to.

So, this time they actually need to save the world and have an actual plan. This is where I think a second body swap will happen – hear me out! First of all, remember that no one aside from Gabriel (who is Someone Knows Where), none of the angels or demons have figured out their trick from the first time. So I don’t think it is the plan, but I do think it will be part of the plan. Where am I pulling this idea from? The Show Must Go On, another one of Neil’s choices. It sounds like it’s from Aziraphale’s perspective, but Queen songs are usually associated with Crowley. Seems odd, right? Maybe because it is. Maybe because they swap.

The Book of Life

I think we’re going to see The Book of Life, and I think it’s going to basically be The Book of Love. I think this is where we’re going to get the Main Thesis. The Answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything, if you will. Love. It’s supposed to be Love.

The Book of Love – another of Neil’s choices.

Epilogue

I predict they get their South Downs cottage (Neil said “not yet,” which implies it’s coming). And there’s also a wedding, though I’m not sure whose it will be (The Book of Love). I REALLY hope that it’s Crowley and Aziraphale, because they deserve that kind of happy ending, and Neil is too much of an Ally not to realize how important it is that they get to Live Happily Ever After.

One Last Thought

I still have no idea what to make of I’d Rather Go Blind. That’s it. That’s the last thought I wanted to share that doesn’t really fit in anywhere else.

Thanks for going on this journey with me. Let’s make our Bingo cards and see if I managed to get anything right in 3-4 years.

#good omens #good omens meta #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #good omens 2 #good omens season 3 #season 3 predictions #season 3 speculation #aziraphale x crowley #good omens fandom #i'll be fine as long as they get their south downs cottage ending #season 3 playlist #playlist analysis

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footballerimaginess · 1 year

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School Trip

credit to @freigangs for the gif x

Baby Series 3.0 School Trip Pedri Word Count: 449 When you decided to write both of your names on the list to help out at the school trip at your niece and nephew’s school trip, you knew it would be a laugh and the kids would love him. “Where are we going on this trip anyway?” he asked as you got to the school and patiently waited outside with all the other family members who were going on the trip.

“Some museum I think, you know they only think I’m coming rather than you. So I think they’ll be really excited for you” you smiled as you could hear them running to the coach. “Ahh” all the children scream as Pedri turns around. “I think someone is a little bit too excited to see you ”you smirked as you watched as your niece ran into your arms. “Hello baby” you smiled as you gently stroked her face as you all stepped onto the coach. “It seems they all want to sit with you” you teased as you watched while Pedri was being pulled from side to side. “Right, you need to leave Pedri alone. I know you are all excited that a footballer is with us but he does need his arm not to be pulled out of his socket” the teacher laughed as Pedri nodded his appreciation to the teacher for saving him. As you got to the museum, the children were so polite as you held your niece’s hand as you walked in and have a look around. “I think everyone loves uncle Peddy” Lucia smiled as you laughed as she glanced up to you. Uncle Peddy was what he was known as because when you first got together she was only 4, she could never say the name Pedri. “I think so too, they are all so excited to be with him. It is cute, like his own fan club” you laughed as she held your hand tightly as you looked at the dinosaurs in the museum. “Aww I am happy, but he is mine” you laughed at Lucia. “Oh really? I didn’t know that” you smirked. “Joking, you’re my favourite” you laughed as you held her hand tight as you kept looking around the museum and discovering new facts. “I never thought I’d get away” Pedri ran over to you, out of breath slightly. “Oh they love you, its so cuteeee” you teased him as he rolled his eyes. “Good job I love ya babe isn’t it. But it does make me want kids like now” your eyes widen. “Shh Pedri, but okay me too” you whispered which left him with a smirk on his face before being dragged away by yet another child. Taglist: @footballffbarbiex @percervall @football-and-fanfics @footballxixstars @odegaardsreds

#baby series 3.0 #pedri imagine #pedri gonzalez imagine #football imagine #football imagines #football one shot #football one shots #futbol imagines #futbol imagine

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armpirate · 1 month

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Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 11

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

After finally following all the signs the universe was throwing at him, he started living a double life that no one was aware of. Everyone in his daily life knew him as Choi San, the reserved and quiet boy who wouldn't raise his voice, and would barely communicate with anyone outside of his comfort group. But only a few knew him as Soundleasure, the man with a sexy voice and a filthy mind that had their toes curling just with his narrations.

He never thought of the possibility of those two lives ever meeting, he had always tried for them to follow a parallel route and had always played safe to keep his friends from ever suspecting that side even existed. But his plans will start to crumble when he gets a little too close with one of his subscribers and she invades his real-self and altergo's universes without being able to stop it.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit.

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Aprox. time of reading: 16 minutes

While the teacher was still going on on a topic he didn't pay attention to, San thought on how to reschedule his evening so he'd have time to record the content for the video and study after he met Y/n.

He didn't know why he rejected her at first the previous day, because he was dying to find the tiniest excuse to see her again. She offered it to him, and he rejected it without giving it a second thought. Not only that, but he also saw the way her glance turned sadder after his first refusal, letting disappointment take over it.

San didn't care how pathetic he'd seem sending her a text later to take back his decision, he didn't care how desperate he could seem by later saying he wanted to do it. He'd do many things like that just to hear her excited voice and her shy "Thank you" again.

He was so dumb for ever thinking of giving up the only chance he had.

When his phone buzzed, he couldn't help but smile at the idea of Y/n texting him to remind him about the plan they had. Although that smile suddenly turned into an annoying huff when he saw who it was.

Soulmate: Do you have something to do later?

San: Yes.

San: And can you stop changing your name on my phone??

Soulmate: It's better this way. It fits me more

San rolled his eyes before he changed his name back to the one he was saved as, before he touched his phone without his consent.

Woo: What are you going to do?

He hesitated on being straightforward with the answer. For his friends, Y/n and him were pretty much still together, it was nothing weird to keep treating her as his girlfriend with them.

San: I have plans with Y/n

Woo: Uhhhh

Woo: San and Y/n, sitting in a tree, KISSING

Probably he had known his friend for way too long, because he could clearly hear his voice singing that line while he read the text.

Woo: First comes love

Woo: Then comes marriage

San: What do you need?

He interrupted him, knowing Wooyoung would go on with the song lyrics if he didn't stop him.

Woo: My charger broke, can you buy me one?

San: Sure. Do you want me to bring it to your office?

Woo: Nahh, no worries

Woo: I'll borrow one from someone

Woo: Thank you!

And along with that text, the gif of a cute puppy sending kisses appeared on his screen right after.

Typical Wooyoung.

As the moment to see her got closer, his anxiety levels increased as well. He felt uneasy, nervous, unable to pre-plan all the possible scenarios that would lead after meeting Y/n. And, for a quick moment while he was on the bus to the mall, he was regretting ever telling her he'd agree on doing any of that. It was so ironic how he suddenly contradicted all the positive thoughts he could only think about not even two hours back.

Y/n: I'm waiting by the font

She let him know. San was aware she only did it to let him know where he was supposed to head as soon as he arrived at CambridgeSide, but that text added more pressure to the fact that he was just a few steps from facing her.

He was only a few minutes away, the fountain was right at the entrance and the bus stop wasn't that far away, but he for sure made it seem that it was further than it actually was. Whenever he took a step forward, he reconsidered what he was doing and took two steps back -he could tell those people around him thought he was crazy.

Y/n: I know it might seem like it, but I don't bite

How could he tell her that he actually wanted her to bite him, and suck him... and do everything she pleased to him.

Confused by her text, San lifted his eyes from his phone, catching a hand waving in the air not that far from where he was, aware that Y/n had been witnessing his weird walk and inner fight that kept making its way out of his mind.

—Ignore what you saw, please —he first said, as soon as he stopped in front of her.

—Why? —she giggled, standing up from the bench she was sitting at— I think it was cute.

She actually couldn't remember the last time a man was so nervous to meet up with her. She was so used to that toxic masculinity, as they tried to show off how confident they were, that seeing San struggling to meet up with her was kind of endearing.

—Did you come straight from class? —she pointed out, aware of his computer backpack hanging on his shoulder.

—Oh... yeah —he nodded, holding onto the strap.

—You should've told me. I'd have told you to meet up later.

By the way she was dressed, completely opposite to the laid back outfit she wore on Saturday night, he could tell she also came straight from her workplace.

—You also came straight from work —he noticed, pointing at the black briefcase that hung on her shoulder—. We should've met up later for you, not because of me. I usually take one hour to get home anyway.

Y/n giggled silently at his response, looking away just to get back to her neutral personality before she said something stupid or, even worse, blushed in front of him.

—I usually stay a bit longer in the office —she informed—, so technically speaking, it's the same. Let's not worry about that, then.

She made it so easy. She made everything so natural and light, that he wondered what was that thing that always made him doubt on whether to meet up with her or not.

—Why did we meet up here? —San finally asked, looking at the big "CS" sign on the top window of the building.

—Hmm, you agreed on faking the relationship in front of my dad —San nodded, encouraging her to continue—. I thought that maybe you'd need a bit of... tuning.

—Tuning? —he frowned.

She genuinely loved his style. San already gave the perfect college boyfriend with his gray hoodies and oversized t-shirts, but if she wanted her father to leave her alone with that whole thing, she needed a bit of help to turn him into the man that would go through the first filter in front of her father's eyes.

—What's wrong with me?

—Nothing —she answered fast—. You're fine.

Maybe a little bit too much.

—But you look like you're still in the first year of college, and I need you to look like you know what taxes are —she excused herself—. I knew if I told you I would do this, you wouldn't have agreed.

Although she wasn't exactly right. He probably would've hesitated a bit more at the idea of the var being a bit higher, but he probably would've ended up in the right same spot in front of her.

—It'll be just the outfit for the dinner —she added—. You won't have to pay for anything. I'll buy it for you, and you can keep everything.

—I guess that's right.

Her smile widened at his answer, squirming in excitement before her hand reached for his wrist over the fabric of his hoodie, dragging him inside the mall.

San didn't quite remember when was the last time he bought any clothes for himself, he was sure the hoodie he was wearing at that moment was part of his closet during his high school years. The only difference was that it looked a bit smaller than when he bought it back then.

They walked past several shops, although Y/n didn't even look at a single one of them. They moved all the way to one of the shops on the second floor, as if she had the whole route settled and nothing would manage to divert her from it.

As soon as they stepped inside, San could tell there was a huge difference in the vibe that store had in comparison to the others they walked past. There was barely anyone inside, except for the two assistants and the three suited middle-aged men looking around some of the hangers. The clothes were perfectly carved on the white tables, there wasn't a single wrinkle on either of them.

San followed her around the shop, while she looked through all the clothes that could convince her and, at the same time, fit him. Out of curiosity, he looked at the tag of one of the white shirts she had left back on the hanger before she continued with her search.

Three hundred bucks for a simple white shirt?

—Why don't we buy those clothes somewhere else? —he suggested— I'd rather you not have to sell a kidney for them.

She simply scoffed, finally lifting one of the dark blue shirts to his torso, checking the color with his skin.

—It's not like I can't afford it.

She left the shirt back to where it was, sighing.

Money wasn't a problem for her. Even after she gave up on half of her salary to keep two of her employees on her payroll, she still managed to save up some money. Unless it came to the repair of her car, which she knew would take her a few months of savings to be able to confront it.

—Still... there are shirts in other shops for fifteen dollars.

His comment almost got cut off by how close her hand was to his neck when she lifted another shirt, almost allowing him to feel the warmth of her body. Looking down at her was another big mistake, she was closer than expected, and he could almost feel his brain struggling to work out properly.

—My father would be able to tell straight away the shirt is fifteen dollars —she commented—. He's quite sensitive to fabrics and quality —she grimaced as she mentioned it—. I think this one would look good on you.

—That's why you didn't just tell me to buy formal clothes by myself?

—Ding ding ding —her fingertip hit gently the top of her nose as she momentarily turned to him—. If you're going to wear expensive clothes to fake to be my boyfriend, it's just fair I'm the one paying for them.

He continued following her around the shop, carrying the few things she kept picking up, along with two pairs of shoes.

As he zipped his pants and slid the belt through the thin spaces at the hip, he felt so strange. The pants were comfortable, and the fabric felt the nicest he had ever worn, but for some reason it didn't feel like him.

The curtain suddenly opened a bit, enough for Y/n to peek through it to see how it was going inside, causing San to jump and try to hide his exposed torso with the unbuttoned shirt.

—It's nothing I haven't seen already —she giggled at his slightly blushed cheeks.

She had seen further than just his torso in 4K on her screen, a few too many times since they started speaking, and he had been taking way too long inside the dressing room for her to think he could've needed help.

—If it makes you uncomfortable, I can wait outside though. I just wanted to check everything was alright.

—No, it's okay —he stopped her—. But come inside, the curtain is half opened.

After being aware, Y/n moved inside the wide dressing room he was at, closing the curtain behind her. Looking at him through the reflection, and admiring that new style on him, she was able to see how attractive that man actually was. He was already attractive, she liked his small details and how undercover all of his features went by his simple clothes. That style, and black as a color suited him in a way she didn't expect it would.

It was like his personality changed completely, and she could tell by the way his fingers moved up through his torso as he buttoned the shirt.

—If you stick it too inside, it'll be uncomfortable for you —Y/n mentioned, seeing the way his muscles started marking under the tight fabric of the shirt.

Her hands lowered to the edge of his pants, making him freeze on the spot as her fingers gently caressed his skin over his clothes while pulling the shirt up. When she looked up over his shoulder to check out his reflection in the mirror, their eyes finally met. Only then, hooked by those innocent and eager eyes, she was aware of how close she actually was, with her arms wrapped around him while her hands were still on his lower torso.

It was a gentle and simple touch with no further intentions, but somehow the environment got heavier once their eyes met. He didn't have to think of anything, he didn't need to come up with any fake scenarios, because the warmth of her body on his back was already doing all the work, feeling that familiar throb in a certain part of his body.

—Can you leave?

Y/n shortly frowned, looking up to him and having San looking down at her to reiterate how badly he needed her to get out of there before things turned worse.

—Please.

Before he could even finish pronouncing the word, her hands were already away from him and she stepped outside of the dressing room, assuring him she'd be waiting for him outside. San peeked through the curtain to make sure she was walking down the corridor, disappearing at the first turn to go back to the main shop.

He needed to get rid of the problem he was starting to have before it got worse.

—Okay. Disgusting things —his back was resting against the wall, while his head was thrown back as if that would help to eliminate every trace of proximity from her body.

When Y/n saw him again, she could tell he looked more relieved in comparison to how he looked when he was in the dressing room. Even the subtle tan of his skin disappeared for a moment back there.

—Is everything alright? —she finally asked.

—Yeah, it's just...

—It's okay —she rushed to say, when she realized how he was struggling to explain himself.

She crossed a limit, and San was too nice to tell her until it made him so nervous that he was forced to tell her to leave. She understood it.

He didn't dare to explain further, and confess she managed to bring out a side of him he didn't know existed. He didn't want to say out loud that he could go crazy with just a soft touch of her fingers.

—It'll be four hundred sixty five.

San squirmed at the price, making Y/n giggle at his reaction before she paid for the clothes with her credit card. She handed him the paper bag filled with his clothes and shoes, while she chatted with the assistant about one of the colognes on the shelves behind him.

—Yeah, my father went crazy looking for it —she commented—. I bet he'd love to know he won't have to order it online. Thank you so much —she smiled wide, attempting to step back.

—Thank you. Have a nice day —the young male answered back.

San followed her from behind, walking a bit faster to get to walk next to her as they exited the small shop. Right when he was about to speak, her ringtone blasted, getting her attention before he could even attempt to have it.

—I'm sorry. I really need to pick this one.

—Sure. I have to buy something, so I'll meet you up here when I'm done.

—Okay.

Before picking up the call, she waited for San to be far enough so he wouldn't be able to hear the call she was about to have. It wasn't like she felt like hiding it from anyone, but it just felt too complex to explain it at that moment.

—Miss Y/n? —a female voice asked from the other side.

She didn't really need her to tell where she was calling from. The number was saved, and it popped way too many times in the past two years for her not to recognize it.

—Yes. That's me —she sighed.

—Good afternoon, hope everything is going well. I'm Rebecca, from MST Clinic.

Y/n already knew that.

—I was calling to remind you there were a few tests pending from the biannual revision.

—Oh, shit —she muttered—. Sorry. I completely forgot.

—It's alright. We're here to remind you —despite not seeing her, Y/n could tell the lady was smiling just by her voice alone—. There was no date set, so I'm wondering if you have any preference...

—Next Wednesday could be?

She tried to remember whether she had any meeting scheduled or not, sure that she probably had nothing important for that day -and she'd probably be able to skip whatever came up.

—Wednesday... Eleven in the morning? —she suggested.

—Sure.

—I'd also like to ask: how have you been feeling? Has there been anything bothering you, any problems? Is your mobility correct?

—Hmm yes, for now. Since the last incident, I haven't had any problems.

—Have you adapted well to medication?

Considering she had been taking it for almost two years, it was quite obvious she adapted well to it. But she held back from letting out that harsh comment.

—Yeah, everything's fine.

—Okay, then —the woman sighed—. We'll see you on Wednesday. Have a nice day!

—Have a nice day you too.

Y/n took a quick look around, remembering how San mentioned he'd leave to buy something and come back shortly after, so she took the time to sit lean back on the crystal railing while she checked her phone -mainly concentrating on her emails and chats.

She lost track of how much time she stayed there, and how much time she spent there, but she lifted her head when she thought she had been there for a little bit too long.

And still no sign of San.

Her phone buzzed in her hand, thinking it could be him telling her to meet up somewhere else, or announcing he left, but a sigh of disappointment showed off when she saw her father on the screen.

—Where are you? I was going to invite you to eat something. Jennifer told me she didn't see you leaving for lunch today.

—Well, I'm on my way to have lunch right now —she sighed.

—By yourself? Send me the location and we'll eat together.

She was well aware her father had already eaten, but he was still offering to have lunch twice just so he'd eat, too.

—I'm not alone —she answered.

—Who are you with?

—My boyfriend —she rushed to say.

—That's great! Then send me the location so I can finally meet him.

—No.

—No? —a loud sigh came through the speaker— Why not?

—You'll scare him off. And he isn't ready to meet you.

—I'm eating no one —he tried to sound calm—. It'll be quick. It's either today, or this weekend. I'm just saying that, if it's on the weekend, it'll be just the three of us. You choose.

Which also meant he wouldn't hold back with some comments or questions.

—You shouldn't eat so much. What about a coffee instead? —she tried to negotiate.

—Deal —she felt relieved at her father giving in.

—I'm in CambridgeSide. See you at six, alright? At six —she remarked, hoping he wouldn't show up earlier.

And she agreed on meeting up with him when she had no idea where San was, she was the dumbest.

For a quick moment she thought that he possibly gave in to his instincts and left without telling her anything, although that thought disappeared when she saw him approaching her from afar. With one small difference.

At first she thought it was just the distance, then she wondered if he probably styled it differently while he went to do what he had to do. But the closer he was to her, the clearer it was that his hair looked shorter.

—I gotta go —she hung up at her father, unable to look away from him—. Your hair —she pointed out.

After he came out of one of the shops with Wooyoung's charger, he walked past a hair salon -not even taking two seconds to step back and stand outside of it. He wasn't sure at first, but there was something deep inside in him that was telling him to just do it. His hair wasn't a crazy length, just enough for it to be a headache to style it something, and to be forced to part his bangs because they'd get over his eyes if he didn't. It was a hairstyle that didn't fit with the clothes Y/n had bought for him, nor with the idea of the man her father wanted to meet.

A shorter hairstyle would probably work better.

—What?

—It looks good —she nodded, finally smiling.

—Ah, by the way —San started—. I'll pay for the clothes.

While he came up with several scenarios for the moment where he met a man he didn't even know the appearance of, the thought of Y/n paying for the bag that was resting over the small coffee table of the hair salon made him feel guilty. He got to the conclusion that the best thing he could do was to pay for all of the things that were in there.

—No, why? —she suddenly stopped, looking at him— I already told you it's my responsibility. Take it as a repayment?

—For what?

—You paid back my subscription —she reminded him—. And now I'm doing the same for you.

—Still...

—If you feel so bad, buy me something to eat —she interrupted him—. I haven't eaten all day, and I'm starving.

And she thought it'd also be a nice way to settle his role in front of her dad.

—You haven't eaten all day?

—No, I've been too busy to think about food —her head tilted to the side.

She had told him before how her stomach would completely go non-existent whenever her mind was focused on something, only able to feel hunger whenever she felt completely disconnected and in peace.

—You should've said it as soon as we met —he complained—. Let's go to eat something right now.

She wondered if it'd be a good idea to tell him then about what was going to happen, but then she thought that he'd probably get so nervous that he wouldn't take a single bite of his food.

She definitely couldn't tell him if she wanted him to enjoy a lunch he had been waiting for all day.

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mvltisstuff · 6 months

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hi omg thought of this while rewatching s2 ep3 with the earthquake but okay so there’s the little montage of everyone being happy and eddie running to christopher - but what if there’s something similar for buck? instead of him being with abby he’s dating reader and reader has a lowkey job (maybe librarian at an elementary school?) so when he gets home the first thing he does is yell for reader and then holds them and they both shed a few happy tears just talking about how happy they are that the other is okay.

you’re honestly the bestest and i am saying this in advance that this is gonna be fabulous, as always. PLEASE AND THANK YOU!! <333

something in the orange - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

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a/n: the end of this ask was literally so sweet, i appreciate this so so much and i’m so happy you enjoy my works, that’s why i do them <33

buck was so sick and tired of watching everyone else have someone to run to. he hated having to see everyone in each others arms, watching a warm embrace ensue in front of him, just wanting it to be him instead. it was years on end of him watching kids with their parents, husbands with their wives, friends with their own friends. he always had the quick breakfast with a lay in bed, but he never had the long run of love that was supposed to come with it.

he thought his parents would be able to supply that love for him, but he must’ve been mistaken. they had no issue jumping out on every little thing in his life, nonetheless missing out on it. there was only so much love maddie could give, and he needed every drop of it. he thought maybe, someone mature like abby would come with the cherishing attitude to stay, but it left as fast as she did.

the earthquake had given a huge jumble to bucks brain, being able to save a bunch of people, but just wanted to go home at the same time. it felt selfish, and he hated himself for it, but how could he wish for anything else but just to be with y/n at home? he’s seen calamity and chaos the entire day, a constant strain of it into his shift. he’s seen death, broken bones, sobs, blood, anything that one doesn’t want to see. it took incredible pursuing to make bobby let buck take a break, but he could see he needed it.

he held his phone shakily in his hand, squinting over y/n’s name on the screen being darkened by the sunlight. he was nervous to even press the call button, not knowing if she’d be the one to pick it up, or an emergency responder who had her phone.

“hi, baby,” her sweet voice rang through the phone, leading him to sigh out and he couldn’t contain the light smile that formed on his lips. “are you ok?”

“i’m fine, i just wanted to hear your voice, make sure you’re ok.”

“we’re alright over here, there’s still kids here that need to get picked up, but they’re going pretty well with the evacuations.”

“i’m sorry i didn’t get over there, i got sent in the opposite direction.” y/n was working at the school on the other side of the city. buck was, of course, sent to work on the east side. he wanted to be able to save her, even if she wasn’t in trouble. he wanted to touch her so he knew she was breathing and alright, but he’d have to wait.

“don’t apologize, you’re doing amazing, buck,” she reassures him, letting his mind relax for a moment as she speaks to him. “go do your job, i’ll see you tonight, i promise.”

“i just want to see you.”

“i know, but you can in a few hours. do it for me, ok?”

“i love you, so much.”

“i love you, too, buck.”

the moment his fingers connected with the cold metal of the door, he instantly twisted it open to reveal the dim, yellowish lighting in his home. he felt like the introduction to his apartment felt like the ground stopped shaking. he was so excited to be able to rest, lay in his bed with y/n in his arms.

the thick soles of his shoes thumped against the ground as he threw his bags onto the floor. his shoulders instantly slumped and his feet automatically led to the stairs.

“hey,” y/n spoke, drying her hair with a towel to the side as it rested on her shoulder.

“hi.” he replied, slowly blinking his eyes.

“baby, you’re exhausted.” y/n steps forward down a few steps, standing a few inches taller than buck for once. her hands run over his shoulder blades, wandering over his skin and magically lifting the tension and stress from the earthquake.

“i know,” he says. “i just wanted you so bad today. there wasn’t a minute where you weren’t on my mind.”

“i’m here for good, buck. i’m not going anywhere, and i want you to get some rest.” she grabs his hand, pulling him up the steps and leading him to sit on the bed. he strips down to his boxers, leaving him shirtless as he puts on a warm hoodie that y/n handed him. he stops by the bathroom, washing his face as y/n prepares the bed for the two of them.

“i got you ice water, i left it on the nightstand.” y/n smiles softly up at him as he walks back in. “i turned the AC up, since you like it cold and i turned on the mattress heater.”

“you treat me too well, honey.”

“you did amazing work today, you deserve the treatment of a saint. come lay with me, please?”

“don’t have to ask twice.”

he crawls back into the bed as y/n dims the lights and turns their TV on. the white lights brighten their faces as he leans into her chest. his cheek rests right against the middle of her breasts, over her heart.

her arm is wrapped warmly around under his arm, the other hand rubbing his short hair. one of his legs lay between hers, his hands running against her sides. he breathes softly matching the rhythm of her, letting the noises of her gentle words and quiet noises from the TV lull him to sleep, allowing his deserving body to rest against the person he calls home.

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stellar-constellations · 8 months

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"I'll cheat death; it wouldn't be my first time."

GIF by kilruas

Carefree! Devil hunter! Fem! (Y/N) x Angel Devil

Reincarnation is mentioned.

(Y/N) is scared of spiders.

(Y/N) is intended to have romantic feelings, but the ending is vague, so you can choose how you interpret it!

(Y/N)'s devil contract is with the Dog Devil! It does not explain her sacrifice.

God is mentioned once or twice but (Y/N) isn't confirmed to be religious.

(Y/N) is said to be from America.

Manga spoilers!

Working in Public Safety's Division 4 isn't exactly the most favorable branch. The only reason I'm in it is because it's closest to my apartment. I, coincidentally, live in the same apartment complex as Aki, a coworker in the same branch of work as me.

The apartment complex is very chaotic and noisy considering there's two fiends living on the same floor. In the morning, you can hear Power yelling about breakfast and Denji arguing with her while Aki smokes on the balcony. In the meantime, I'm usually cooking a quick and lazy breakfast if I'm hungry (or trying to get extra shut eye since Power and Denji never seem to calm down, even when the whole complex is trying to sleep, but they've gotten better at being quieter).

The train ride is also very miserable for us and the passengers. Power doesn't quite understand the concept of trains, trying to break the window whilst Aki scolds at her not to. Denji is usually sitting next to Power yet is looking away, pretending to not know the crazed Blood Devil. I, too, am looking away from the scene, pretending not to know who these people are despite wearing the same uniform as them.

When we finally get to work, everyone finally calms down. We're assigned missions from Makima to track down the Gun Devil's scattered flesh (that we're more often than not sent all together).

I was with Aki, Himeno, and the two fiends when the Gun Devil's henchman attacked the Public Safety divisions; the only reason I'm still alive is I was in the bathroom during the attack. Almost all of the human agents died, excluding our special little team led by Aki. Somehow, we lived thanks to normal cotton jackets hiding our uniforms. Aki lived thanks to Denji taking the hit last second. If Denji was a second too late, Aki would be just like Hirokazu who I later found out died (rest in peace, I guess).

Kobeni survived. How she did, I'm not sure. I'm more shocked that she decided to stay in Public Safety, but I heard from Aki that she stayed because bonuses to the surviving agents would be handed out from Makima (I could use some of that money anyways).

But anyways, thanks to those jackets, we were able to survive having our brains become a morbid display on the small restaurants floors. Somehow, the gunmen exploded where they stood after Denji transformed to his devil form and fought the Katana Man that was in the restaurant. I later found out from Denji that Kobeni saved his ass from being kidnapped by Katana Man and that Snake Devil user, who we discovered her name was Akane Sawatari. She died, her Snake Devil killing her in a form of suicide, which Makima believes was immediately after she breached the contract she shared with the Gun Devil.

It took a couple days of me laying low before I met up with Makima. Makima congratulated m for surviving the attack, then immediately ordered me to meet up with Kishibe—apparently the best Devil Hunter out there—and his team to help defeat the Zombie Devil. I didn't need to be bribed of money or safety; I finally had something fun to do.

"It's like we're super agents! Working for the government to create world peace and defeat the enemy!" Denji cheered.

"That's cause we're doing exactly that." I stated.

"...Yeah, but there's like no car chase scenes or super slow motion walking away from an explosion." Denji spoke.

"That's just foolish human propaganda!" Power commented. "But I, too, wanna see the machines explode in black blood!"

"You just don't see the big picture." Denji groaned, his comment directed towards me.

We walked to the building where Makima told us to go to. Police cars were parked outside of the building along with a man—who looked like a depressed elder man and sounded even older—was talking with a squad of police officers. He had a jacket on, yet we could see the Public Safety tie.

If I was working for, like, 30 years of this job, I'd be pretty depressed and drained out too. I thought to myself, shoving my hands in my pocket and tapping my foot on the asphalt ground, impatiently waiting for the man to hurry up and explain to us what we're expected to see inside the building.

"Listen up, you included." The elder, Kishibe, spoke to all of us, pointing at me, then focused back at the officer.

Must've noticed the uniform...

"Special Division 4 is comprised almost entirely of non-humans."

Oh? We have other fiends than Power and Denji? I wasn't aware of that. Perhaps Makima wanted to keep the fiends away from the humans in case of "accidents". I guess all the fiends in the branch became so much that it was bound to have fiend-human teams working together eventually.

"If any of them get loose in the city, it'll mean worse casualties than the terrorists could've caused. I'm going to explain their unique characteristics because you need to be prepared to engage with them. Not the terrorists."

"There's the Shark Fiend. He can swim inside of any surface, including walls and floors. He can also transform into his devil form for brief periods of time."

That sounds kind of cool. Being able to swim in concrete and bricks. It's like phasing through a wall like some kind of ghost.

"The Violence Fiend. Normally, becoming a Fiend makes a devil weaker than they were, but even as a Fiend, this one's dangerous enough that we make the Violence Fiend wear a mask that dispenses poisonous gas. That masks stays on, no matter what."

The hell is the mask on for if it has poisonous gas? Is it supposed to make the Violence Fiend weaker or something? If that's the case, then what would be the problem if it's in there killing devils? It should have all the strength it needs, especially if it's on our side, but I suppose you can never be too trusting to a devil.

"The Spider Devil. Most of the time she assumes a human form. Humanoid devils tend to be friendly, but at the end of the day, they're still devils. They'll kill you for looking at them funny."

Aw, jeez. It better not be a huge spider. I'm scared of spiders. I'm probably one of the people who helped that devil become so strong by fearing it.

"The Angel Devil, bit of a special case: no enmity towards humans, but you'll wanna keep your distance. Physical contact means your lifespan gets drained away."

Angel? Like, the angels you see in movies with wings and halos? Or the biblically correct ones with horrifying appearances?

"Special Division 4 is fighting the Zombie Devil. You will be joining them—but be careful since if a human gets bitten, they turn into a zombie too." Kishibe explained.

"Like the Walking Dead." I commented.

Kishibe didn't look too pleased that I was a devil hunter in that moment. He sighed and took a flask from his pocket, taking a swig from it.

Well, that's definitely alcohol. He must drink bourbon since he looks like he's seen some shit.

I decided to get started with my mission as I walked into the place, finding the devils and fiends fighting zombies in the basement since I heard all the noise they were making.

A man was punching zombies with just his fists, literally knocking their blocks off. The guy had a gas mask on, so he must be the Violence Fiend.

I noticed Aki fighting the zombies with his katana, one I've actually never seen him use until now, so it's interesting to see him fight.

"Inu, tsk tsk!" I clicked my tongue.

A impossibly large black dog appeared from the ground, running around and biting the heads off zombies.

"Wow, big dog!" the Violence Fiend commented.

"Beam too!" a man with a shark fin on his head spoke. Suddenly, his whole head became a shark head with six eyes and insanely sharp teeth. So that's the Shark Fiend.

"Wow." I muttered, impressed to see the fiend in action.

"Oi! I didn't know you were contracted with the Dog Devil! Or any Devil for that matter." Denji shouted, pointing a finger at me as his other hand held a axe.

"I hate dogs! My Meowy is way cooler!" Power shouted loud and proud, causing a bark of protests from the Dog Devil.

"You never asked." I explained, watching as the ten-foot shadow dog ran around, crushing zombies under his feet as I avoided said zombies from where I was.

"Dogs are gross; their spit gets everywhere." A man with a halo and wings spoke as he carried a zombie head with a piece of its head bitten off.

The man had pretty reddish pink hair and dark red eyes. That's the Angel Devil; a fictional angel at that, not biblically accurate (thank god).

"I apologize that you have no taste." I spoke. "Would you like a handkerchief in case you cry or need to wipe slobber off of you?" I questioned.

"That'd be nice, actually. I do need one to wipe this blood off my shoes." The Angel Devil spoke.

I lowered my gaze at his shoes, seeing just a bit of blood. I raised my eyebrows, silently saying "really?" with my face, but I sighed and allowed him to walk over to me, handing him a handkerchief.

"I'm surprised you came this close, since I can shorten your life with a touch." He commented

"Trust me, you'd be doing me a favor..." I muttered, shrugging my shoulders before looking down to the cloth. "You can keep it. It's not like I'm using it anyways." I stated, avoiding eye contact as I forced myself to not converse with the Angel Devil any longer; he was making me feel weird.

The Angel Devil suddenly became interested in what was behind me, causing me to turn around.

BANG! BANG!

The devil's wing quickly concealed me from the shots as he muttered small "ows."

"I apologize, I wasn't looking for you to get hurt because of me." I questioned, seeing Aki take care of the gunman with a swift and powerful punch to the face that knocked the grown man to the ground unconscious.

I would not want to be on the receiving end of that.

"I'm fine." The Angel Devil answered, an eyebrow slightly raised as he looked at me a little confused.

"Thanks for protecting me, Angel. Thank you too, Aki." I spoke.

"Devil, take this one outside." Aki ordered.

"It wouldn't hurt to add a 'please' in that sentence." I commented.

"...Please." Aki hesitated, sighing as he raised an eyebrow at me, silently saying "is that better?"

I answered with a smile back.

"He gave me an order..." The Angel Devil seemed slightly dazed, talking to himself. "But I'll take that over fighting, I guess."

Guess he's a pacifist, just like an angel.

We both watched as he easily picked up the man and walked outside. Me and Aki made eye contact before looking away, continuing on with killing the zombies we saw.

I walked the Tokyo streets alone, having to since Makima wanted everyone in Division 4 to partake in the man-hunt with the Gun Devil. I didn't have to build my reputation to join in on the hunt, I've been here long enough, but for those who weren't really with the company for long—such as Aki and Kobeni—they have to kill more popular Devils in order to even enroll their name to the hunt.

I've been in Public Safety for almost eight years now, since I'm 23. I'm around the same age as Aki, the only difference is that I've been in Public Safety since I was 15.

Speaking of Aki, I can see him and the Angel Devil hanging out next to a soft-serve ice cream shop instead of working.

That's strange. I never thought I'd see the day Aki rebelling against Makima's words.

"I'm disappointed in you boys." I spoke, stopping behind Aki and clicking my tongue.

"Ah! (Y/N)!" Aki jumped, his face showing shock before it quickly morphed to his usual stoic expression.

"Makima would sure be disappointed." I commented.

"It's not like that. Makima paired me up with him, yet he just wants to sit around and eat ice cream." Aki sighed.

I looked at the Angel Devil, watching as he ate the clump of ice cream whole, minus the cone. My teeth hurt just looking at him pull off that accomplishment. I could never, since my teeth are sensitive to the cold.

Do devils not experience brain freezes?

"Why don't you just work while eating ice cream?" I questioned, looking over at the Angel Devil.

"No, he doesn't need anymore. He's already had three. Let's get to patrolling already." Aki sternly spoke.

"It's tiring to eat ice cream... Apparently even eating things takes stamina." Angel spoke.

Relatable.

"I also don't really want to work any more today." Angel stated calmly.

"There's going to be an expedition now that we know where the Gun Devil is. In order to take part in it, I need to build my reputation some more by taking out some big devils." Aki explained. "That's why I want to search for more devils. You're my buddy now, so help me out here."

Angel finished eating his cone and wiped his mouth with his hand.

"Hmmm...yeaaah." He dragged on, as if he was thinking. "How about I think about it after eating one more cone?"

"Get up. If I report you to the brass that you're unusable, you'll get killed like any other devil. Or would you rather die?" Aki demanded, placing his leg on the bench Angel was sitting on, trying to intimidate Angel.

I felt like I shouldn't get caught up in this, yet I stayed. I glared harshly at the back of Aki's head instead of verbally speaking up. There's no reason for me to get involved with their team drama, yet I'll express my argument with body language.

"Hmm... If it means having to work, then I guess dying is probably slightly better..." Angel spoke, his tone strict yet disinterested at the same time.

Relatable, again.

I bribed the Angel Devil off his feet, getting me and him both an ice cream cone (much to Aki's disappointment). I decided to tag along with Aki and Angel. It would suck for Aki to try and kill Angel. I also liked Angel's carefree and lazy attitude, it was a nice difference compared to dealing with stuck-up Aki all the time.

Aki fought what seemed to be the large Pig Devil in an alleyway. Me and Angel sat back and watched him kill the devil, out of breath when he finally slayed it.

"I've taken out the devil! Everyone please be careful not to touch its blood or flesh!" Aki declared loudly as bypassers stuck their noses into our job.

"Good work, Aki." I complimented. "You got done with that faster than I expected."

"Thanks..." Aki hesitantly responded to my passive-aggressive compliment as I smiled.

"Looks delicious." Angel spoke, crouching next to the dead remains. "Hey, Human. Come here for a minute." Angel demanded, pointing at Aki. "This guy seems like a private devil hunter. It looks like he was eaten by this devil, but his lower body is gone, so he's as good as dead."

I walked closer, seeing what Angel was talking about.

"Tsk." I clicked my tongue. "Well, that sucks..." I sighed, looking away from the gross scene.

"I- Ki- Ki-" I knew immediately what the man was trying to say, despite him not being able to spit it out, a sentence all humans say when they're in agonizing pain. "Kill me..." he finally requested after a couple tries.

"You can kill him painlessly with your power, can't you? Just let him go in peace." Aki passively-demanded.

"...Huh? Don't wanna." Angel spoke, disinterested with no remorse in his voice.

That's a little messed up. I thought. Well. I wouldn't really want to willing touch some covered in blood and devil spit too...

"I'm a devil before I'm an angel. I think humans should suffer as they die." Angel spoke, looking back at the dying man.

Cold, like his soft-serve. I thought to myself.

It makes sense though. Everyone always thinks of devil when they see him. It's how Aki speaks to him too. Being discriminated like that, it's no wonder why he'd want humans like us to die painfully. But if that's the case, then unless Makima forced him into the company, why is he working and conversing with humans on a daily basis? He also willing eats human food instead of humans or blood, and he shows some hate towards people to let the man experience something such as this when he has the power to do something about it.

Aki's stoic face was pissed, despite it seeming expressionless. He raised his sword high and stabbed the mans face. The man let out a broken "thank you" before dying.

"Yeah, I can't fake it. I just can't get along with you." Aki stated.

"That sounds like something you'd say." Angel commented.

We all walked away from the scene, Aki slightly pacing ahead. I looked over to Angel, observing his face and feeling my heart speed up.

Hm...

"For what it's worth, I like you." I spoke, watching as Angel looked at me, then stopped walking.

He observed my face blankly as I stopped and waited for him.

"...I don't care." He answered.

I shrugged my shoulders. "That's okay." I commented, then continued following Aki.

Aki killed more Devils as I occasionally made small talk with Angel, not that he responded back much unless it was to say a compliant or something that would piss off Aki. I felt a drop of water hit my head and I looked up, feeling another drop fall on my cheek.

"It's starting to rain." I acknowledged.

They both looked up and Aki spoke. "It looks like it'll be coming down hard too." He said, observing the clouds.

The civilians started to run indoors as we walked under a street roof, watching as the rain started to pick up.

Suddenly, Angel spoke up.

"Who do you think had it better? The Country Mouse, or the Town Mouse?"

"...What are they?" Aki hesitantly questioned.

"It's one of Aesop's Fables." Angel answered.

I knew the answer, remembering it from when I was in intermediate school, yet I listened and enjoyed the sound of Angel's voice as he explained it.

"The Country Mouse can live in peace, but can't enjoy the good food of the city. The City Mouse can have delicious food, but has to deal with the higher danger of getting killed by people or cats." Angel paused, a distant look on his face as he spoke up again. "I think the Country Mouse had it better... but I was caught by Makima and dragged into the city."

I looked up at Tokyo's bright and flashy lights, the skyscrapers all around us and compared it to the quiet countryside I lived in when I was in America. I wouldn't like the sudden change either.

So I was right. Makima dragged him here.

It's interesting how Angel could turn a childish fable into something he can relate and speak about. It's his own way of expressing what he remembers of his life.

"My heart is in the countryside though. I'm not interested in getting dragged into danger with a town sort of guy like you." Angel spoke. I knew he was talking about Aki, so I didn't feel no kind of offense.

"Um..." Aki muttered.

He decided not to go against it as he didn't say nothing more. I, however, wanted to enjoy the weeping of the rain.

It wasn't long before I ran into the Angel Devil once again, except this time he wasn't with Aki. The Angel Devil was hanging out at the same soft-serve ice cream truck I found him last time. I was off duty, and since Aki wasn't around Angel, I'm guessing Angel was off too, yet he still wore his uniform.

"Hey, Angel." I spoke, watching as he looked up from eating his ice cream.

"Oh, hey..." He seemingly paused as I stared, waiting for him.

"Did you forget my name?" I questioned as he looked down. "It's Y/N." I spoke, sitting down on the bench next to him.

He looked at me but didn't question it.

"Do you have a name other than the Angel Devil?" I questioned.

He paused, looking up and thinking.

"No...not that I remember." He spoke.

"Hm... I really like addressing you as Angel. I think it suits you." I spoke, then sighed. "Well, whenever you want to be called something else, just tell me. After all, you did say you're a devil before an angel. I don't want to accidentally offend you in any way." I spoke, leaning back on the bench and making myself comfy.

"It's not like my opinion matters anyways..." Angel muttered.

I sat up straight, glaring at him as he looked at me blankly.

"Don't be a Negative Nancy." I hissed through my teeth as I flicked his forehead. "Your opinion matters to me at least, so don't go walking around saying things like that, especially in front of me."

He looked at me, eyes wide like he saw a ghost as he stammered.

"Y-you touched me... You can't just do that!" Angel scolded.

"Yeah, yeah, I lost some minutes of life there. That's fine with me, it just shows how much I care for you and what lengths I'd go to show you I care." I waved my hand, pretending like I don't care.

I do care. Anyone would care that they're a step closer to dying. Humans run away from death and danger, it is a natural instinct for humans to abandon one another to help guarantee their chance of survival. However, devil hunters aren't exactly in touch with their human side all the way.

We sought out the strongest evils there were to sacrifice important things to us—whether it'd be an eye, an organ, your lifespan or your own sanity—just to get a measly portion of their inferior power. Devil hunters have found ways to not only bring peace, but preserve it by working with the enemy.

Dying sooner is just another flaw of being a devil hunter—nothing more, nothing less. It's that kind of thinking that makes regular civilians both admire and pity us. A saying that Himeno heard from Kishibe, then brought down to Aki, who eventually made it to telling Denji who told me: "Devils fear hunters with a few screws loose."

Well, those of us in Special Division 4, are pretty crazy, especially if we're sticking around merging Divisions 2 and 3 to Division 4, fighting alongside fiends and even full-on devils, we might just be as crazy as Power—we just express it in different ways.

So, I do care that I'm closer to dying. I do care, because I'm not satisfied with the amount of devils I've killed. I need to kill more devils. I still need to fall in love and have a family. I need to see whether I'd be a good or shitty person. I need to see if I'll find a new band I like. I need to cry at Himeno's funeral just like she requested. I need to pay my respects to Hirokazu for taking two bullets for the team. But in order to do all of that, I need to live.

"It's a pretty serious thing." Angel spoke. "Humans like you have short lifespans, so you should care."

"I never said I didn't care, did I?" I smiled, looking over at Angel who seemed confused and frustrated. "I do care. Something tells me I'll live a long life; I can't do that if I'm worrying about you though—you'll bring me to my early grave."

Angel looked down at his lap, watching as his fists clenched and unclenched, seemingly speechless but as well full of vibrant words and saying to scream and cry to me.

"I heard from a little blue Stellar's Jay that you don't fear death, in fact, you've been preparing to die for quite some time now." I spoke, looking up at the sky.

"It was Aki, wasn't it?" Angel sighed, his face slightly contorted to what seemed of anger and frustration.

"Perhaps." I smiled, letting out a soft hum to ease the mood slightly. "You remember when I said I liked you, right? I meant it. I enjoy your company. Because of that, I'm going to be selfish and not allow you to die. If, you somehow do die, I'll wait till the end of the world and longer until you come back to the Earth world."

"That'd probably be a long time; longer than you'd live." Angel stated.

"I'll cheat death; it wouldn't be my first time." I chuckled.

Angel paused, thinking, because letting out a soft hum of his own. "So...you're aware of how Hell works? I thought you're human?" Angel spoke, his tone questioning.

"I am. I do research on what I'm fighting—I'm not an idiot; therefore, I'm aware that you died in Hell once since you're now a devil, and because of that, if you somehow die here on Earth, you'll probably die in Hell again, and I'll find you. Sorry, Angel, but you're stuck with me." I smiled.

Angel went silent for some time, looking deeply in my eyes and thinking. "...You're one of the most complex humans I've met, and I've met Makima." He sighed, making it his mission to avoid eye contact with me.

I smiled, appreciating the compliment.

"Thanks. You want ice cream? I'm starting to crave it after sitting here next to the truck." I offered.

Angel hummed, showing his agreement.

Well, I got somewhere with him today.

Even after it's been years since everything went down. While many resigned from being devil hunters after what happened with everything: specifically, the crazy Bomb Devil hybrid chick that came from the Soviet Union—Reze, the international assassins, and even the Gun Devil, I decided to stay in the program since it's the most entertainment I get and there's still devils out there to kill.

Turns out me and many others were right about Makima being evil. She was the Control Devil, but she was murdered, then Denji—though stupidly yet smartly—ate her remains, effectively killing her and sending her down to Hell, where she was then killed in Hell and reincarnated as Nayuta, a small toddler that's in Denji's care since Kishibe ordered him to look after her since if she was taken to the government and raised by them once again, she'd just become Makima again.

I help Denji financially since he's a high school student that's being subtly-not-so-subtle at trying to disguise his devil persona, and since he resigned of being a devil hunter, is now a high school student which means he's not allowed to have a job, and he rips-off homeless people for money. He has no reliable source of income other than me and Yoshida (occasionally Kishibe, but that's when a miracle happens). I also help babysit Nayuta when he's at school purposely trying to blow his cover as Chainsaw Man (luckily, Yoshida saves the day every time that happens). The only reason I do it is to one: make sure Denji's doing well and the government's now after him, and two: Denji's a hopeless dumbass that needs help of taking care of a of a two-year-old(?).

It made me realize something. If Angel died to Makima on Earth, and if Makima died in Hell, then Angel must be somewhere in the Earth world since Makima's stronger than Angel, yet she died.

It's funny to think that my promise would actually be kept. I really did want to keep it, but it was almost impossible to keep a promise such as that, yet somehow, he made sure that I would fulfill it.

I was walking back to my apartment after leaving the grocery store. It was dark with the streetlights turning on so civilians could see what's around them, looking out for devils and such. I noticed that at one of the benches, a young boy was sitting down on a bench, a glowing yellow halo and white wings being able to be seen perfectly under the streetlight. He ate an ice cream cone peacefully and I could almost laugh at how much he looked and acted like him.

Anyone who saw the boy immediately turned around, running away from him. I walked towards him, sitting down right next to him as sighed.

"I can drain your lifespan with a touch." He blandly spoke, his voice was young, yet his words seemed aged and old.

"I'm aware." I smiled, then sighed, relaxed and relieved that he acts just like how he used to. "So, do you have a name? Or should I stick with calling you Angel?"

He finished eating his cone, then looked to me, confused. His eyes seem to widen as he looked at me, surprised.

"...You seem familiar." He said. "Have I met you before?"

"In another life, you have." I replied. "I'm surprised you kept our promise. You must've lied when you said you didn't care about me." I laughed as he looked at me with confusion. "So, do you have a place to go? Or are you living with someone?" I questioned, looking at his physical appearance.

He must've not been younger than five, his hair and face caked with dirt. He must be around six or seven, yet his dark red eyes were still just as expressive as when I last saw them. His hair was now long and black, his reincarnation being different than his last Earth-life's appearance.

He shook his head, looking out into the dark.

I hummed. "Wanna stay with me? I can give you a nice place to sleep and eat. I can enroll you in school so you'll have an education and a bright future." I suggested.

His eyes traveled back to mine. They were deep and broody as he thought it over

"...That sounds troublesome, but I suppose I could..." He muttered.

"Okay, Angel. Let's go home." I sighed in content as I stood up from the bench. He followed my lead, allowing me to guide him.

It might've been selfish, but I didn't want to bring up Public Safety. Being a devil hunter is what got him killed, and I'm not sure if I'd ever see him again if he got killed once more. Who knows what the future will hold? It's like those reincarnation books where the young reincarnation meets their old lover and dedicates their life to making sure their elder lover has the best time of their life as they could, before passing on (just I'm not in my eighties).

I'm not exactly sure what kind of relationship I'll have with this new Angel. Maybe I'll find myself to loving him like his past Earth-life. I'll protect him and love him as if he was my own lover, or I'll protect and love him like he was family—like his mother or like his older sister (like how Denji is with Nayuta). However, It doesn't really matter to me. All that matters is that I don't lose him again.

"Let's stop by at the next store we see. I need to get you a lot of stuff. And I need a pair of gloves." I spoke.

"...What do you need gloves for?" Angel questioned.

"So I can hold you hand. I don't need you getting lost in the crowd." I smiled.

It might've been a lie since I could easily spot him with his large white wings and glowing halo, but I wanted to make up of lost time. Besides, something a child needs in their life to not become a psycho or sociopath is to experience motherly love and care as they grow up, that way they can be functioning members of society and understand other emotions.

Angel blessed me with a soft smile and nodded his head.

"Okay."

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💀Date Night💫

[Synopsis]: Idia and Miyeon go out to a place not in Twisted Wonderland but some other dimension.

Canon x OC [Idia Shroud x Miyeon Choi]

[(A/N)]: I want to try this AU out and had to watch some episodes of the animated show just to get the vibe going. Also a few gifs are placed everywhere just to help visualize any action.

[(A/N #2)]: It’s another excuse for these two characters to get together.

[Mirror Chamber]

Idia: I’m not okay with this.

Miyeon: Don’t worry, Idia. I checked and double-checked. This is safe, and I even booked reservations for us to be in a secluded part of the clubhouse.

Idia: You did?

Miyeon: Yeah. I understand you’re still not comfortable being around others or being outside in general, but think of this as a simulation with just the two of us and the “NPCs” are not our concern. And this could be baby-steps for being out of your room longer. Which Ortho describes, in a way. The place is always packed and it’s pretty difficult to get in. I promise there won’t be bad news happening, but if there is, we’ll come back to NRC.

Idia: *Trying to hide his smile* What did I do to deserve you like an UR+ character?

Miyeon: Maybe it was the time I saved you and while helping me stay grounded.

[Idia and Miyeon arrived at the front of the club, and as they first entered inside, Choi checks them in.]

Daisy: Welcome to the House of Mouse. Have you made reservations?

Miyeon: Yes, actually. Under the name “Miyeon Choi” and on a date with my boyfriend. It’s our first time here.

Daisy: Right this way. *Points at the direction*

Donald: *Welcoming them* Hello, welcome to my club.

Miyeon: Thank you, sir.

[The couple walked through the crowd of guests and tables. Miyeon was amazed by the atmosphere and all of the whimsical characters.]

Miyeon: I have never seen such a dimension this…animated. Right, Idia?

Idia: *Sticking close to Miyeon* Y-Yeah…

Miyeon: Oh, found our table. I heard there’s a special going on tonight. How are you holding up?

Idia: I’m still readjusting to the new settings.

Miyeon: *Nods* Everything is gonna be okay. Just a night between us and let loose. Oh, I need to fix something up. Be right back.

[As Miyeon came out of the restroom, she was heading back to their table before seeing a huge cat character tormenting a staff employee.]

Miyeon: Oh hell no. *Teleports to the scene*

Pete: Once I get my hands on you, I’ll-

Miyeon: *Appears in front of the character and blocks the employee behind them* You’ll do what?

Pete: *Spooked by the appearance* Huh?!

Miyeon: Get your filthy gloved hands away from this staff worker. Who the HELL do you think you are?

Pete: I'm Pete. The landlord and owner of this building-

Miyeon: 난 신경 안 써 [nan singyeong an sseo] (I don't give a fuck).

Pete: *Offended* Are you mocking me?

[The commotion starts gaining everyone’s attention.]

Snow White: Oh dear.

Aladdin: Another fight happening?

Alice: Should we get somebody?

Miyeon: No, I said I don't care. You were insulting this kid while they’re just doing their job and you even threaten them. How about you leave before something happens, okay?

Pete: Bah! You think you’re so tough protecting this one.

Miyeon: That’s my job. I protect people and their realities. I even know what will happen in your future. Failure after failure attempting to win everything when your rival, Mickey is the true winner. You know that trope where true villains actually lose? I know you will, and it’s a fact.

Pete: *Furious* Why you… *Throws a punch*

Miyeon: *Opens a portal*

Miyeon: Wrong move, tubby.

Pete: *Holds his bruised face* How?!

Miyeon: Training and experience. I’ll tell you again, leave this place. You’re scaring everyone here.

Pete: *Throws in another punch*

Miyeon: *Catches his fist and grips it tightly* Go ahead. Hit me. See what nightmare-inducing dimension I can bring you to.

Pete: *Yanks his arm back and holds his aching hand* This isn’t gonna be the last time you’ll hear from me.

[Pete the Cat rushes out of the club.]

Miyeon: Fucking asshole. Hey, are you okay?

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Yeah, I went through worse things. But thanks.

Miyeon: You don’t seem like you’re a cartoon or anything. Which world are you from?

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Twisted Wonderland.

Miyeon: Oh my god. Another me?

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: ???

Miyeon: I’m Miyeon Choi. Also from Twisted Wonderland and a temporary professor teaching at NRC.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: You’re kidding. How are you able to handle students?

Miyeon: I’m the Master of Eldritch Magic back in my original world and handled some hard-asses during my times of defending my world��s reality.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Why are you here?

Miyeon: I’m on a date with Idia.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Idia?!

Miyeon: Well, my Twisted Wonderland’s Idia. We’re having a night out as we take turns trying something new every once in a while.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: So you’re what? Another me who is actually powerful?

Miyeon: I wouldn’t say powerful. Just experienced from times I fought against greater enemies.

Goofy: MC/Yuu/[Y/N]! You’re needed at Table 7!

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Oh my god! The Great Seven are coming.

Miyeon: Wait. They come here? Like actually here?

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Yes, and I’m the only one who can tolerate them. It’s cool meeting you and thanks again for saving me.

Miyeon: No problem. It was also nice meeting you. I have to go back to my date.

Miyeon: Jagiya! Sorry for leaving you alone. A staff member was in trouble and I couldn’t help but- *Sees her boyfriend shaking* Idia, what’s wrong? You looked like you found out your favorite anime got canceled.

Idia: *Eyes at the direction*

Miyeon: *Follows his view*

[The two were sitting by the Great Seven at their table.]

Miyeon: Oh. Okay, don’t mind them.

Idia: How? How are they here?

Miyeon: We’re in another dimension and they could only and possibly be around here than back home. Lets just order something to ease off tonight.

[As the night continues, Miyeon and Idia are enjoying the music performance and animation (mostly Idia giving commentary on every skit) and each other’s company.]

Idia: Miyeon-shi. Do you want to hang out back in my room? I-I’m sure it’s late back at NRC and you’re busy with no time for me…

Miyeon: Oh Idia, you don’t have to be nervous. Of course I’ll hang out with you more. Plus I’m sure Grim is having a fun sleepover with the ADeuce duo.

[Then all of a sudden, Pete the Cat brought his goons into the club.]

Donald: HAH?!! What’s the big problem?! You can’t enter here! *He gets thrown aside by Pete*

Pete: Where is that wizard lady? *Spots Miyeon at their table* Found you. Get’em boys!

[The goons rush over to the table, ready to strike at the Eldritch Master.]

Idia: *Sees the goons* Miyeon? What did you do this time?

Miyeon: My Universe, don’t worry. I got everything under control. *Sips some of their mocktail*

[They crash into a portal mimicking mirror shards that start rippling and disappeared into the Mirror Dimension.]

Miyeon: Trying to attack me after what I told you. *Deactivates the spell*

Pete: Huh?! How?!!

Miyeon: I’m one of the most powerful magic users back in my original world. I learned from the best ones, too. Now… *Cracks their neck and knuckles* Still want to hit me?

Idia: *Behind Miyeon and mouthing “Run” to the cartoon cat*

[Pete runs away in fear from Miyeon and exits out of the club for tonight.]

Pete: *From a distance* This isn’t over!

???: Huh. Not bad, kid.

Idia & Miyeon: *Turns their heads to the mysterious person and are surprised* Lord of the Underworld?!/Hades?!

Hades: The one and only. I watched what you did and I’m impressed.

Miyeon: Uh thanks. I hope I didn’t cause too much trouble and disturbing everyone’s night.

Hades: No way. It’s been a while since actual excitement happened here. Plus, I heard from a little imp that you saved our favorite staff worker.

Miyeon: Oh, MC/Yuu/[Y/N]. I couldn’t pass by after what I witnessed. You know, my morals as a protector.

Hades: Yeah, I hear you. So why are you here?

Miyeon: *Holds Idia’s hand* I’m on a date with my Idia.

Idia: *Blushes hard by the gesture* Miyeon…!

Hades: Really? Count yourself lucky. I tried to set my Idia up with MC/Yuu/[Y/N].

Idia & Miyeon: Seriously?

Hades: It’s a long story. You two have a great date night. *Walks back to his table* In your faces, guys!

Idia: Miyeon, can we go back? To my room?

Miyeon: Yeah. After tonight’s event, I’ll pay for everything.

[Back in Twisted Wonderland]

[Idia and Miyeon were quiet during the walk back to the Ignihyde Dormitory.]

Miyeon: Tonight did not go as planned.

Idia: I can’t believe we interacted with one of the Great Seven. What kind of seasonal event is this?

Miyeon: I didn’t expect that either. It may take a while until our next date night.

Idia: Yeah, a while.

Miyeon: …Idia, I’m sorry I ruined our night out. I should have ignored the problem but I couldn’t. It just happened.

Idia: Miyeon-shi, I don’t blame you. You’re a hero back in your world, but sometimes you need to let other normies do their things.

Miyeon: Hmm. Wonder who taught you that. *Smiles smugly at their boyfriend*

Idia: U-Uhh…A good teacher…

Miyeon: Let’s just relax in your room. I’m dead tired from that fight. *Holds their hand out to Idia*

Idia: *Anxiously reaches and grabs her hand*

Miyeon: Don’t worry. Nobody is awake now. Come on. *Ushers Idia back to his room*

[The two then spend the rest of the night together.]

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