#sending myself back to eternal hell | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

zarameraki · 1 year ago

Text

˖°🕷️ ࣪𖤐 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽-𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝗷𝗶 ˖°🕷️𖤐

: ̗̀➛ tropes: fem! reader 𖥔 minors do not interact 𖥔 unprotected sex 𖥔 step-father x step-daughter 𖥔 porn with plot 𖥔 banter 𖥔 dom daddy and his little girl 𖥔 neck kissing 𖥔 alternate universe 𖥔 praise 𖥔 bj 𖥔 biting 𖥔 nipple play 𖥔 daddy issues 𖥔 dirty talking 𖥔 small pillow talk 𖥔 nsfw 𖥔 smut

: ̗̀➛ words: 4.0k

: ̗̀➛ notes: ok look, i was ovulating and i had to write this for some reason. i even wrote a nanami one (but he's your step-uncle). my mind was in the gutter and i wanted to challenge myself to something super taboo. if you have any requests, don’t hesitate to send them. pls follow, reblog, like, comment—whatever you want! okay love you and enjoy.

Here you were, standing on a worn-out welcome mat, staring at the door of your ex-stepfather’s house.

It’s surreal.

A month ago, when your mom dropped the bomb about their divorce, you felt like your world was crumbling. Part of you felt relieved, like you could finally breathe without suffocating under their constant tension. And the other part? Well, it felt like a piece of you was being ripped away.

Last week, when the papers were finalized, making it official that they were done, you locked yourself in your room. The silence was deafening, and you couldn’t shake off that nagging feeling of missing him. Missing Toji. It’s ridiculous, right? He’s not your step dad anymore. He’s just some guy now. Too old, too wrong, too different.

You should just turn around and leave, forget about all this.

But you couldn’t.

Not today.

Not when you’re clutching your hard-earned bachelor’s degree, wearing a stupid graduation gown that felt like a costume. He didn’t bother showing up for your biggest achievement, just like your mother. She was always occupied with her own life to care about you. You were just an accident, a spill on her pile of kitchen table bills.

Toji, though, he was different. He actually paid attention, listened to you, cared about what you had to say. Maybe you’re being stupid for wanting to talk to him, to pour out everything that’s been eating you up for months. But you needed to do this, for yourself, even if it meant facing the reality that he’s not part of your life anymore.

So, you’d driven straight to his residence building, skipping the after parties with your friends. You were twenty-two for fuck’s sake. If you wanted to spend the night celebrating with your step-dad, then that’s exactly what you were going to do.

Enough was enough.

Your trembling finger hovered over the doorbell, each second feeling like an eternity. The sharp pricks of anxiety danced on your palms, and the weight on your shoulders threatened to crush you. But you couldn’t turn back now.

The ache in your chest demanded resolution, an answer to the haunting question that had plagued you since your mother first brought him into your life: Do I want to fuck my step-dad?

Yes. Yes, you very much did.

The clicks of the lock rattled and the door knob twisted clockwise.

Toji stood in the doorway, his presence dominating the space as if he had devoured the entire door frame. His twelve abdomen muscles rippled, stark against his skin. Jet-black hair clung wetly to his forehead, partially obscuring his eyes. With sweatpants slung low on his hips, a tantalizing trail of hair led downward, drawing attention to the area you often found yourself fantasizing about.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered under his breath, realization dawning. “It was today, wasn’t it?”

“You’re such an ass,” you spat out, your body trembling with a mix of emotions—his forgetfulness, his proximity to you, the sheer presence of him. But at this moment, all your focus was on the pain of him abandoning you after promising he’d be there. “I was completely alone, Toji. Do you even understand how embarrassing it was to stand there by myself while everyone else had their families?”

“Sweetheart—”

“No. No, you don’t get to call me that. You don’t—You made me a promise, Toji. You swore you’d be there for me.”

“I know,” he murmured, running his hand down his face. “I’m sorry, kid. Come here.” He grasped your wrist and drew you towards him, enveloping you in a tight embrace. His strong arms wrapped around your body, reminiscent of the times he used to challenge you by having you sit on his back during push-ups to prove you wrong about being too heavy for him. “Better?”

“No,” you grumbled, resting your cheek against his chest. He had the scent of spruce and cigarettes that you found strangely comforting. What you wouldn’t do to sleep on his chest for hours, days and weeks. “Toji, I . . . I want to talk to you about something.”

“What is it?” he asked, stepping back.

“Can we sit down first?”

He grinned. “Of course, baby.”

With a shy smile of your own, you took his hand, feeling the warmth of his touch as he led you towards the plush couch at the center of the room. Memories of previous visits with your mother flashed briefly in your mind, but they were quickly replaced by the present moment.

The apartment’s decor was simple yet masculine, with red-brick walls lending a rustic charm. A mounted television, a large couch, and a hanging boxing bag added character to the space. The kitchen, though small, was designed in an L-shape, showcasing Toji’s dedication to fitness with his assortment of protein powders and supplements neatly arranged.

As you both settled onto the couch, Toji relaxed back, spreading out his legs and placing his arms on the backrest. His gaze lingered on you as you gracefully removed your graduation gown and placed your degree on his coffee table.

“Your mother allowed you to wear that?” His thumb traced the curve of his lower lip as his gaze roamed shamelessly over you.

The gown you had on was a sleek, satin creation with a daring thigh-high slit. Its fabric was delicate, featuring thin straps and a plunging cleavage that barely contained your breasts. It was no secret that you had chosen it with Toji in mind, especially since your mother had been “too busy” to accompany you on your shopping trip.

“She doesn’t control my wardrobe,” you replied, your voice laced with confidence as you settled beside him. One leg tucked beneath you, the other languidly extended, the slit in your dress showcasing the smoothness of your skin. Toji’s gaze followed the line of exposed flesh before meeting your eyes. “Besides, you shouldn’t be the one to talk.”

His smirk widened when you pointed out his lack of a shirt. “My house, my rules.”

You changed the subject. “Care to explain why you missed my graduation?”

“Work,” he replied shortly.

“Is that so?”

“I got a last-minute call for a match. The prize money was going to cover the next three months’ rent.” Toji was a professional MMA fighter. You had once attended one of his matches for ten minutes before almost passing out from witnessing how brutally he defeated his opponent. His persona in the ring was a juxtaposition to the sarcastic yet caring man he was at home with you.

“Did you win?” you asked, absently twirling the bracelet he had given you for your twenty-first birthday.

“Yeah,” he replied, his tone carrying a hint of pride. “I won.”

“Good.” You lifted your gaze to meet his, only to find his eyes fixed on you. “Do you miss home?”

“I am home.”

“You know what I mean.”

He took a deep breath, gazing at the blank television screen. Tilting his head back towards you, he wore a lopsided grin. “I miss you. Does that count?”

Your insides turned to jelly at his words, but you refused to let yourself falter, refusing to become the shy, sweet girl you once were, despite the depraved and forbidden reel playing in your mind.

You missed watching television with your head on his lap. You missed cooking together. You missed doing the dishes afterward. You missed joining him on walks and runs just to spend a little extra time together. You missed dragging him to malls with you and trying on clothes, posing as sexily as you could, but obviously, he didn’t understand the signals. He never did. Even if you’d spend more time with him than your own mother.

Silence ensued around you, only the subtle sounds of your choppy breaths and his composed ones were heard.

“Why are you here, kid?” Toji’s gruff voice cut through the air.

“To see you.”

“Why are you here?”

You held your breath tightly in your chest. “I wanted to talk.”

“About?” He was quick with the question, as if he knew what you were about to say, but wanted to hear it from your lips. Lips that he couldn’t pull his eyes away from. “Talk to me.”

“I—” You felt a knot form in your throat. “I wanted to check up—”

“Bullshit.”

Yeah, bullshit.

What were you scared of? This was the man who cut up fruits for you when you were mentally deprived from crunching for your exams. This was the man who put a blanket on you if you fell asleep reading, even giving a kiss to your crown. This was the man who treated you like you were his own daughter, when in reality, you never were. And he never outwardly called you his daughter, either. You didn’t know why you never saw him as a father figure, but rather, you called him a friend. A really good friend. A friend you’d fallen stupidly in love with over the course of six months.

Toji snapped his fingers in front of your face. You blinked out of the whirlpool of your thoughts. “Where’d you go?”

“To you.”

He lifted a brow. “To me?”

Now or never, Y/N. Now or fucking never.

You knelt down and moved closer, settling yourself onto his lap. His eyes widened momentarily at your boldness. “Toji, I like you. Hell, I love you. I love every version of the man you’ve been in my life. I know—I know you love me, too. Probably not in the way I want you to, but a girl can hope.” Your words were directed at the dog tag hanging from his neck as you gently placed your hands on his chest. “I did come here to scold you for not attending my graduation, but I also wanted to . . . I wanted to be with you. In more ways than one.”

“You don’t know what you’re talk—”

“I do,” you stated firmly. Your lashes lifted and found his narrowed scrutiny. Unconsciously, his hands rested on your waist, molding to your curves. “I’ve known for a while now. It didn’t click in until you moved out. I swear Toji, it was like I couldn’t breathe without you.”

“Baby . . . ”

“I want you,” you confessed in a hushed tone, your fingers tracing the lines of his broad shoulders, then up to the sturdy column of his neck where his pulsing veins hinted at his emotions. “I know I seem desperate, but I don’t care. You’re not hers anymore. You were never hers.”

“Y/N—”

“Please, Toji. Please, just touch me.” You tilted your head to plant a tender kiss on the sharp angle of his jawline. His faint stubble grazed against your lips as you continued to pepper kisses, stopping just short of his mouth. “Forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest, they say.”

Toji tightly shut his eyes and took slow breaths through his nose, his inner turmoil evident in the way his head moved back and forth. Your lips traced gentle paths around his face, savoring the closeness and the rush of emotions it brought. Even if he rejected you, you would find solace in knowing you had expressed your love for the man who was once your stepfather. This night might mark the end of your time together, but it also freed you from the burden of hiding your feelings..

“Baby,” Toji whispered, gently caressing your cheek as he drew you closer. “You sure you want this?”

“Yes.”

“You know how risky this is, kid. We can’t just ignore the consequences.”

“I know, Toji.” You leaned closer, your breath mingling with his. “But I can’t ignore how I feel about you either. I want this. I want you. I want all of you. You can do whatever you want to me. I promise I can take it.”

Toji licked his lips and ran his fingers through his hair. “Fuck. Okay. Your mom—”

“She won’t know. I’m planning on moving out soon.” You dragged your hand up and down his soft, bare chest. “I should’ve moved out with you.”

Toji took your hand in his and pressed a tender kiss to the center of your palm. “I don’t think I have any condoms on me.”

“I’m on the pill.”

His eyes narrowed on you. “You’ve been fucking around? Does your mom know?”

“Hey, I had to have a little fun. Gain a little experience for this inevitable night.” Your infectious smile rubbed off on him and he enveloped you in his arms.

“I fuck hard.”

“Good.”

“Last chance.”

“Nope.”

Toji rose on his feet, supporting your bottom with his hands as he took you to his bedroom. He laid you down on his bed, the soft mattress absorbing the weight with a slight bounce. “Fucking knew you had a little crush on me.” He clambered onto your body and held your jaw with his hand. “Tell me, sweetheart, did you touch yourself thinking of me?”

“Every single night. Whether it’s in the shower or my bedroom,” you replied, feigning a pout and raising your hand. “I’m starting to think I’ve developed carpal tunnel from all of it.”

Toji laughed, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face with his calloused fingers. But as his laughter faded into a knowing smirk, his next words sent a jolt through you, leaving your legs weak and your heart racing. “Yeah. Me, too.”

“Really?”

He answered by colliding his lips against yours. It was a brutal kiss. Pain and pleasure mingled together in a heated embrace. His tongue shoved deep into your mouth, exploring the source of your daring words.

Pulling away momentarily, he squeezed your cheeks and sucked on your tongue like it was a delicious treat. “Gonna spit in your mouth.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Toji’s cheeks sucked in as he gathered his spit and spat it right onto your tongue. “Swallow.”

You did, moaning as his warm saliva traveled down your throat. “You taste minty.”

“I was just about to crash before your demanding ass showed up,” he teased.

“Well, you should thank me then.” You planted a quick kiss on his nose.

Toji leaned in and kissed you deeply, tugging on your bottom lip and trailing his moist lips down to your neck. “You smell so good, baby.”

“I’m wearing the perfume you bought me.”

“You better fucking be. Do you know how much I get off on spoiling you?” His teeth bit your delicate flesh and pulled, making you whimper from the stinging pain. He sucked and bit on different areas of your neck, marking you with his love bites. He then helped you out of the dress and pressed you back on the mattress. “Knew you weren’t wearing a bra.”

“No,” you said sarcastically.

“Yeah,” he said, missing the teasing in your voice, “your nipples were in my face when we were talking.” He rounded his tongue around your areola. Gathering your breasts in both hands, Toji switched between suckling at your nipples, biting the sensitive bud that sent jerks in your body, and licking the burning pain. “I saw you undressing once. You know that?”

You lifted a brow. “Uh, when?” And why didn't he do anything about it?

“You left your bedroom a bit open. I came to call you for dinner and instead feasted on the sight of your perky ass and these sexy tits.” He left your nipples numb and discolored from his teeth’s abuse. “You think you’re the only one who got off in that house? No, baby. Not at all. I was in the room right next to you, jerking off to your voice, or your smell.” This time, he kissed you gently and then each of your shoulders. “I had it worse. I had it so much worse.”

“Toji . . . ”

“But you’re here now, and so am I. I’m not fucking leaving. You got that? You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”

“Yours,” you whispered. “God, Toji, I’m yours. I’m yours.”

Toji removed his sweatpants and boxers, giving you a glorious display of his long, thick cock, corded with veins, sprouted up and proud. You had him like that, and so you gave yourself a mental pat on the back. “Like what you see?”

“Yes,” you said, chuckling in disbelief at the anatomy of him. A surge of confidence washed over you. You slipped off your panties and spread out your legs, shaking your hair back from your face. “Like what you see?”

Toji gleamed at the wetness pooled between your legs, soaking his sheets underneath, sticky and hot. Something feral rattled inside him. He gripped your knees and pried them farther apart, sinking in between.

“Oh, fuck, fuck! Toji—ah!” Your back arched in ecstasy, fingers gripping his scalp as he ruthlessly ate you out. His large palm held your hips in place, nibbling and sucking at your quivering, swollen clit. “Toji, yes, yes, fuck. Right there. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

You grinded against him with full power, pushing your pussy closer to his mouth. He drank your leaking juices, drove his skilled tongue into your tight entrance, and discovered the sweet, cry-worthy spots inside you.

Soon, he replaced his tongue with three fingers, plunging them deep inside you with a rough and unrelenting pace that sent shivers down your spine. His deep growls were the icing on top.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as the bed creaked beneath you. He was exorcising your damn soul out of your body with his holy tongue and his blessed fingers.

“Ah!” You came down like a fucking waterfall and Toji stood with an open mouth, drinking in your essence, lapping at your cunt like a starved dog, cleaning you as best as he could.

You gasped for air, clutching your chest as you coughed or laughed or wheezed—hard to tell which. You felt weightless, incredibly sore, teetering on the edge of passing out.

“Toji . . . am I dead?”

His laughter echoed nearby, then drew nearer until his face came into focus through your haze. “Your pussy tastes just as delicious as your mouth, baby.”

He kissed you and gave you a hint of your release. Toji was a moaner—a loud one—as he sucked on your tongue, pulling it into his mouth. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as he spit onto your tongue again, and ran his own coarse one over your palette.

You closed your mouth and pushed him back by his shoulders. “Let me touch you.”

“Yeah? You want to suck me off, too?”

“Yes, fuck. Please, Toji. Please let me suck your cock.” Your begging made him grunt as he got up on his knees. He moved closer, placing them firmly beside your hips. You sat up against the headboard, gripping his warm, aroused cock, while he entwined your hair around his hand, gaining control over your movements.

You looked up at his smirk and kissed his moist tip, savoring the salty taste. Goosebumps formed on your skin at the idea of taking him deeper into your mouth. It would definitely challenge your gag reflex, but if this was going to be a regular thing, you needed to practice.

“Part your lips for me, kid. Nice and wide. That’s it.”

“Yes, Daddy.” You winked at Toji’s alarmed expression. Oh, how you loved catching him off-guard by acting out of character. “You got a daddy kink, Toji?” You brushed your lips from the base to the head, swirling your tongue around the rim. “Since you love calling me kid, maybe I should start calling you daddy. Isn’t that what you were?”

“You got a dirty mouth on you, kid.”

“Learned it from my daddy.”

Toji hissed through his teeth as you nibbled his tip. “Not dirty enough.” He gripped his length and forced it past your lips. Your nails plunged into his hips, gagging and shaking as he sunk past your uvula. “About time I fucked your smartass mouth with my cock, baby. Be a good girl and don’t tap out until I’ve come down your throat.”

You closed your eyes briefly, gathering your resolve before meeting his gaze again with a playful glint. You weren’t entirely sure where this was going, but you were determined not to back down now. So, with a mischievous wink, you silently accepted the challenge.

Toji thrusted his hips back and forth, shoving his girth in and out without giving you space to breathe.

“That’s it, baby. That’s it. Fuck, you’re so good at sucking your daddy’s cock,” he groaned, his hands gently gripping your hair or caressing your cheek in a way that contrasted sharply with his dominant actions.

“My pretty whore.”

Thrust.

“My gorgeous girl.”

Thrust.

“You belong to me, baby.”

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

He was a complete monster with you.

Your face pressed against his pelvis, the brush of his happy trail tickling your nose. You knew from experience that most men came quicker if you fondled their balls. You squeezed his heavy, swollen sacs, making him hiss and violate your throat.

Toji couldn’t hold back. His release came with a roar, numbing your scalp from how tightly he was pulling on it. The thin ropes of his release and your saliva formed as he pulled out. You swallowed whatever was left around your mouth. To please him further, as if assaulting your throat wasn’t enough, you lapped at his tip like a devoted kitten. “You’re so good to me, baby.”

That’s all you wanted to hear.

“Turn around,” he commanded, and without hesitation, you dropped to your knees, arching your back to present yourself to him. “What a sight.” His hand glided over your left ass cheek tenderly before delivering a firm smack that made you jolt forward. Toji mirrored the action on your right cheek, preparing you while coating the tip of his cock with slickness from your own arousal. “Gonna put it in now, sweetheart.”

“Finally, Jesus.”

Toji spanked your ass which only elicited a giggle out of you. “Let’s see if you’ll be laughing soon, baby.”

He pushed into you in one-quick go.

You cried out and grabbed the top of the headboard with your sweaty palms. He pulled out just to the hilt then drove back in. The air smelled like your sweat and perfume and sex. Every nerve in your body was alive, your heart pounding fiercely as if trying to escape your chest. Your face flushed with heat, your blood singing with desire.

You moaned and cried and screamed his name, driving him to complete madness with the word “Daddy.” You begged him to go faster, push harder, to have you sore for weeks so you didn’t have to get out of his bed, out of his arms, out of his home. You wanted this to be your home.

Toji spanked your ass repeatedly, skin slapping against skin, palming the back of your head so that your face was crushed on his pillow. It smelled like firewood. Smelled like him. You wanted to steal it, take it home, sleep with it, ride it while whispering his name.

You both came together.

Toji’s hot seed filled your stretched hole. He withdrew slowly, a teasing sensation that left you craving more. With deft fingers, he ensured not a drop was wasted.

You collapsed onto your stomach, catching your breath before summoning the strength to turn and face him.

He exhaled heavily, laying beside you “Fuck, that was . . .”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Best yeah.” You draped yourself onto his chest and kissed his chin. He massaged his fingers through your throbbing scalp, the other hand caressing your numb, bruised ass.

Toji twirled a strand of your hair around his finger. “Does this make-up for missing your graduation?”

You flicked his forehead. “I haven’t forgiven you for that.”

“Maybe I should miss more of your events if this is the reward I’m gonna get.”

You scowled. “I dare you to repeat that again.”

Toji ironed out your scowl with his thumb. You kissed the pad of his rough finger, twice. “My cards are on the table for you, sweetheart.”

Your lips met his, whispering, “I folded a while ago, Daddy.”

“Fuck,” he breathed out. With a swift motion, he flipped you onto your back, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Round two, kid.”

2K notes · View notes

ret1cent · 13 days ago

Text

high over you

josh dun x fem reader

“once i get it so addicted, got me tripping high over you.”

WC: 2,000+

warnings: smut, overstimulation (and limits pushed bc of it), oral (fem receiving), penetration, slight praise kink, soft dom josh 😋, porn without a plot, squirting (sorry it’s hot), lightly proof read due to me writing it after a night out (take that as you will)

a/n: i should probably be feeding my space between series readers but instead i am feeding my gooners. I WILL UPDATE THE SERIES SOON THO I SWEAR

I look up when I hear the door knob turning, a smile widening on my face when I see Josh with his squinty smile peeking through the door. Jim quickly leaves my side, his paws padding against the hardwood floor as he goes to meet Josh, his long tail wagging back and forth. “Hey buddy.” He grins, ruffling the fur on his head.

“Babyyy!” I muse affectionately, getting up from the plush couch to greet him with a hug. He chuckles and wraps his strong arms around me, the scent of his cologne filling my nostrils as I buried my face into his chest.

“Hey!” He greets back enthusiastically. He had just come back from the last leg of tour. I had come along with him for the majority of the Europe leg, but I had to part ways early due to work commitments. Though it had only been a week, it had felt like an eternity.

“I missed you…” I mumble into his chest.

“I missed you too.” He coos, pulling away and looking down, holding my cheek affectionately. He leans down to kiss me, his lips soft and warm against mine, the mint of his chapstick leaving a pleasant sting. I hum, my lips starting to move more feverishly against his. At this, he wraps his arms around my lower back, pulling my hips against his. My breathing picks up as he runs his tongue across my lips softly. I part them, sliding my tongue against his, the warm feeling sending shivers down my spine. He moves his lips to my neck and a soft moan tumbles out of my lips as he sucks and licks at my pulse point. I look over to see Jim sitting and staring at us, wagging his tail.

“Let’s move to the other room…” He says, the two of us giggling.

“We’ll be back.” I coo softly, stroking Jim’s cheek.

“Yeah mom and dad have some work to get done...” Josh jokes and I snort, smacking his arm as he leads me by the waist to the bedroom. We walk in and Josh closes the door behind us, being quick to take my hips back into his hands and walking me backwards until I fell softly onto the bed.

I giggle breathlessly, him smiling as he peels of his shirt, revealing his toned chest and stomach.

“Hey baby…” I start nervously, twirling a strand of his brown curls with my finger.

“Yeah?” He asks, his voice slightly concerned as he stopped what he was doing.

“Can we maybe try something new today…?” I ask, biting my lip softly in an anxious anticipation.

His eyes light up with a burning curiosity. “Always. What were you thinking?”

“Could we try like… overstimulation…? Like you don’t stop even after I cum or even if I say it’s too much…?” I suggest, my cheeks burning up with embarrassment.

A smirk slowly forms on his lips. “Hell yeah. That sounds really hot actually wow…” He says with a slightly exasperated laugh. “You’re nastyyy!” He jokes and I slightly shove him, him chuckling in response.

“It’s not that abnormal!” I defend myself with a giggle, my cheeks still flushed.

“You’re right.” He reassures me with a smile, stroking my flushed skin. “We need to be careful with this though, let’s have a safeword. What should it be?”

“Errr… How about red? Like a red light?”

“Oh yeah that’s something people do right? Like saying using a traffic light color to tell the other person where they’re at?”

“Yeah that sounds familiar... Wow you’re a sex expert!” I joke with a grin.

“Well! I do my research, we’ve experimented before!” He says with a toothy smile.

“I think I’ll be fine, but if I get too overwhelmed I’ll just say red.”

“Ok baby, sounds good.” He says, leaning in to softly kiss me again.

I hum in contentment, pulling his body further onto me, running my fingers down his hard muscled chest. He groans quietly against my lips when my fingers reach his v-line, my nails slowly running back and forth over the sensitive area. He pulls away to fully pull his sweats off, the tent in his boxers now in view. I wet my lips with my tongue and reach forward, slowly pumping him through the material, his clothed length thick and warm between my fingers. His eyes flutter closed and his lips part softly, a strangled groan leaving his throat.

“You’re sensitive.” I pointed out with a giggle.

“Yeah well I haven’t seen you in so long! And I haven’t had a lot of personal time either… You were killing me with those texts.” He scolds playfully and I grin, reflecting back on the flirty messages and pictures I was teasing him with.

“Well I missed youuu!”

“Yeah and tortured me because of it! So that’s why I’m getting my revenge today.” He says and I giggle as he pushes me further up on the bed so he could lay down in front of me. He slowly peels my shorts and panties off, the action having me gripping the sheets in anticipation.

“Take your shirt off.” He demands softly while holding eye contact, slowly starting to circle my clit with his thumb. I whine at the feeling and at the tone of his voice, peeling my shirt off, already braless from lounging around the house. He hums in approval, moving his other hand up to circle my nipple with his calloused thumb, the sensation sending a burning pleasure to my core.

“Mmm Josh…” I moan as he drags his fingers through my slickness, moving his fingers back up to stimulate my clit, my own wetness from his fingers leaving a cooling sensation from the air in the room. He slid his thick digits into my entrance, going as deep as he physically could and slowly started to thrust them, keeping them deep inside. My eyes roll back from the feeling, my back slightly arching against the bed. “Baby please…”

He smirks at my plead and withdraws his fingers after a few minutes of me writhing and mewling in pleasure, and goes further down onto the bed, his face in front of my dripping arousal. He leans forward, slowly dragging his tongue through my wetness and pushing it inside.I whine and tug at Josh’s curls, him groaning in response as he slowly thrusts his tongue in and out, going as deep inside as he could. He moves his face up to suck on my clit, sliding his fingers inside me again. “If you keep doing that I'm gonna cum so fast.” I whine.

“Good.” He mumbles against me, lazily thrusting his tongue in and out along with his fingers, pulling me as close to his face as possible.

“Fuck… Keep doing that.” I whine as the bridge of his nose rubbed against my clit, his tongue thrusting in and out of me quickly.

He seems to turn almost animalistic at my request, gripping my thighs roughly as he kept it up. I pant in and out quickly as an overwhelming burning sensation took over me, shooting all the way down to my toes, my body clenching around him as I came.

“Josh!” I moan tearily as he didn’t slow his pace at all, licking up every drop of my arousal, moving back up to suck on my swollen abused clit, harshly breathing against me as he dipped his long tongue back into my soaking entrance. Every nerve felt on fire, every reasonable part of my brain yelled ‘stop, it’s too much!’ but I didn’t want it to stop. The painful pleasure was hypnotizing, euphoric. He slightly moves away, lifting me up by my lower back and thighs, diving back in, his invading tongue thrusting in and out as he held me up. I breathe in and out quickly, my eyes rolling back and my mouth going slack. Nothing intelligible was leaving my parted lips at this point other than choked high pitched cries.

“F-fuck ow…ow..” I whine at the sensation, my back arching as my stomach swirls with an overwhelming heat. He groans roughly in response, letting go of one of thighs to undo his jeans, replacing his tongue with his thick fingers, not giving me one moment without stimulation while he undid the knot of his sweats with one hand, removing them with practiced ease. He lowers his boxers and looks down at me, stroking my flushed face with his free hand as he moves his digits in and out of me.

“I need to fuck you so bad.” He nearly whines, his length standing hard and leaking against his stomach.

“Please…” I whine, almost feeling high from the pleasure.

He removes his fingers and enters me, quickly starting to thrust, rough groans leaving his throat. I moan loudly in suprise, digging my nails into his curls, slightly moving my hips up to fuck myself back onto him, my wetness dripping down my thighs.

“Such a pretty girl.” He muses, petting my hair as I throw my head back, whining at his praise. “Making such a pretty little mess for me.” He pants as he thrusts harder, running his fingers down the slickness of my thighs, spreading it down. He moves his hand further up, finding my clit with his thumb and quickly starting to circle it.

“Fuck it’s too much...” I moan, my eyes filling with tears of pleasure.

“Yeah, I know, I know….” He gently soothes with a nod, knowing he was safe to continue since I didn’t use the safe word. “But I know you can take it baby.” He says, leaning down to press a kiss to my head, and to both sides of my cheeks, his lips warming my overheated skin even more. He then moves down to my lips. I whine, kissing him back feverently, my tongue prying his lips apart, him kissing back with just as much desperation. ”Fuck you feel so good…” He moans deeply, punctuating his words with deep thrusts. His hips pick up in pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, his thumb moving quicker over my sensitive bud.

“Josh!” I whine, throwing my head to the side.

“You feel good baby?”

“Mhmmm…”

“Look me in the eyes.” He demands, his voice breathy and gentle as he moves my head by my chin to face him. I open my eyes, my lips slightly parted as he keeps thrusting. “Look me in the eyes and tell me how you feel.” he says, his voice nearly a whisper.

I whimper, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I feel so good Josh so fucking g-good..” I moan, keeping my eyes interlocked as his, the warmth of eyes darkened from how blown out his pupils had become.

“Mhmm such a good girl…” he purrs, drunk on pleasure as he licks up the side of my neck as he pounds into me, leaving dark purple marks across my neck, his tongue soothing the sting of his teeth on my skin.

“I’m gonna cum…” I pant out quickly, a fire rapidly spreading throughout my stomach.

“Cum for me…I wanna feel you...” He encourages, breathing heavily against my neck. I moan, my nails digging into his skin as I squirt around his length, his naval glistening with the clear stickiness. His eyes roll back as I squeeze around him. He forced his length as deep as possible as I tightened around him, as if my body were trying to force him out from being too overworked. “Fuck so tight…” He whines, his hips still moving fast and deep, his thumb not letting up on my sensitive bud.

“T-too much…” I babble, practically drooling from pleasure, my orgasm being brutally dragged out.

“But you can’t get enough huh baby?” He asks breathily, and I let out a pitiful whine in response, unconsciously squeezing my legs around him. I stare up at his concentrated face in a daze, feeling lightheaded as I watch his eyes occasionally flutter close or his bottom lip getting caught between his white teeth.

He reaches his peak, cumming into me with one last thrust, finally pulling his thumb away and slowing his hips. The two of us were breathing hard, skin flushed and hair sticking to our foreheads. I pull him down by his curls, slowly and sloppily making out with him.

“God I missed you.” I whisper as I pull away, the string of drool connected by our lips falling onto my chest .

“I really really missed you too.” his eyes squint as he smiles, and he presses a gentle kiss to my forehead. “Wow. We need to do that more often.” He chuckles softly, stroking my hair.

“I’ll say.” I say, letting out an exasperated laugh as I throw an arm over my head.

“You’re gonna need some major care after that.” He says, bringing me into a tight hug, the two of us giggling.

#josh dun x reader #josh dun #josh dun smut #tøp #twenty one pilots #joshua dun #tøp josh #josh dun fan fic #twenty øne piløts

38 notes · View notes

editorandchief · 1 year ago

Text

Relays Of Information | Shelby!Daughter

Summary: Tommy founds out he has a daughter he never knew about. Or The long lost Shelby daughter raised as a widow comes face to face with her father.

Request: Nah

Warning: description of violence

Walking into the club in downtown London, Tomas Shelby let his eyes scan the crowded establishment in search for the young woman he had seen earlier that day.

Flashback:

"Mr. Shelby," Devlin called as her entered the office. "Your next meeting is here." He informed.

"Alright, send 'em in Devlin." Tommy replied putting away the paperwork her was been working on in her time between meetings.

Entering the office once again, this time with a woman following close behind. "Ms. Kitty Jurossi." He introduced causing Tommy to halt in his movement for a moment before looking up at the woman.

"Thank you Devlin." Tommy says continuing to put the papers away.

Once the two were alone they sat in silence for a few moment, through it felt equally as eternal for them both.

"Hello Tommy." Kitty greeted the man nervously. "Or do you prefer Mr. Shelby now?" She asked with a slight chuckle.

"Tommy is fine, Kitty." He answered with a close lipped smile. "Please have a seat, feel free to have some tea." He offered gesturing to the seat at the end of the table with a fresh pot of tea sat in front of it.

"Thank you." She replied shuffling over and taking a seat in the wooden chair. "It's been a long time, how have you been?"

"I've been fine Kitty and yourself." Tommy asked squinting his eyes at the sister of his former lover, a sense of unease creeping in.

"I've been fine as well Tommy," She replied. "It took me awhile after Greta passed on and I think I can just about put it behind me and move on. Which is why I've come here."

Remaining silent Tommy sustained his gaze in the woman allowing her to continue with her story.

"I've wronged you Tommy a great deal, before you left for the war Greta confided in me that she was pregnant." Kitty revealed. "She didn't have the heart to tell you knowing you may not have made it home to meet your child. She knew she was sick and that she most likely wouldn't have that chance either. She asked that when she died I take care of the child and if you returned that the child should be with their father." she continued tears began filling her eyes.

"But that didn't happen."

"No that didn't happen, Tom." She confirmed. "It was hard after Greta passed, I had just lost my sister, I had this baby I had no idea how to raise and no one knew how long the war would last or if you'd even make it back." Tears falling down her cheeks.

"I have no idea how they knew about the babe or why but about a month after it was born some people came to me, they said they would pay me a lot of money to let them have the baby, they said they would give it a good home a good family." She explained wiping the tears from her face. "I was skint and couldn't provide for it, so I said yes and I took the money."

"I have a child." Tommy stated.

"After I heard that you had returned from war it was too late, the child was already gone and I felt that it would do no good for you to know about it seeing as Greta had passed on, knowing you had also lost a child might have broken you."

"But I didn't loose a child did I Kitty?" Tommy asked shaking his head. "You sold 'em."

"I know I've done an awful think Tommy, its been eating me alive all these years." Kitty said now sobbing quietly in her seat. "Which is why I've come here today, to confess, I only hope that one day you... and Greta, may she rest in peace, can find it in your heart to forgive me."

"where is he now?"

"I don't know Tom, But I heard of you, I know you have money, connections things that would make it a hell of a lot easier for you to find them." She answered. "I know most men have no interest with raising a child and I'm not asking you to, I have myself together now, a job and house and they deserve to know about their family about Greta. I can raise 'em take care of 'em now, I just need your help to find the child Tommy, please."

For a while Tommy sat simply staring at the crying woman in his office, a woman who he would have once been his sister-in-law but had sold his child, a living breathing legacy of her sister, her own blood.

"Alright Kitty." Tommy finally spoke breaking the silence. "I'll look for the my child and I will find 'em"

"Thank yo-,"

"And you'll not come anywhere near him." Tommy interrupts. "This will be you first and final warning Kitty, I'll let you walk now, but if you ever come near my family again. I will kill you."

Hanging her head Kitty Jurossi gave a slight nod before standing from her seat heading to the door. "Tommy," Kitty called as she opened the door turning to face him once again. "You should know, the baby...it was a girl. You have a daughter."

It took longer to find her than Tommy would like to admit, but there was obviously no paper trail for the deal Kitty Jurossi had made. Tommy sent men out to search hospitals on any record of Greta giving birth, one came back the all records of the birth and the child itself was taken by a man claiming he was from a home for orphaned girl in London, though he spoke with a Russian accent.

More digging and with the help of his friends (Alfie) in Camden, Tommy found the was one girls home that received many shipments to and from Russia.

‘The Red Room Home For Orphaned Girls.’

Four days Tommy waited outside the home, watching, waiting but for what he didn't know. Yet on the forth day all his waiting paid off as he spots a young woman walking down the street, his breath caught in his throat as he stared at an almost exact replica of Greta Jurossi. She shared nearly every feature with her late mother save a few her and there, but the one thing that wiped away any doubt was her eyes, even from across the street Tommy could see the deep blue color of them. His eyes.

With confident strides she walks up the stairs of the building before entering the door.

"Where have you been for four days?" Tommy muttered to himself never taking his eyes off of the building as he reaches into his breast pocket pulling out a cigarette. What also caught his attention even more was that an hour later she was once again walking through the door and heading off down the street. "What the hell kind of girls home is this?"

With a quick honk of his horn Tommy caught the attention of the blinder down the street, nodding in the direction of the girl, a second later the man began following the unknown Shelby down the street.

[<_>}

Irina sat in the club, small smile on her face, enjoying a glass of champagne as she watched the people around her dance, do drug, have sex and more.

She casually scanned the crowd waiting for her eyes to lock on the man she had followed here. Paul Lipton, he was in the middle of the dance floor, dancing with a pretty blonde women that most definitely not his wife. She knew that for a fact because that was the exact reason she was here, turned out Mrs. Lipton wasn't the type of woman to just set back and let her husband cheat on her.

Downing the rest of her drink Irina stood from her seat heading straight for the dance floor, Spinning and twirling as she attempted to blend into the crowd, making her way toward the unfaithful man she reached for the knife that was strapped to her upper thigh. Getting closer and closer to Paul she raised her arms, doing once final spin as she passed the man quickly dragging the knife across his throat.

It took Paul a few second to realize what was happening to him, she watched as the smiles slowly slipped from his face before his hands shot up to his throat in an attempt to stop his blood from spilling out of his wound. It wasn't until he fell to his knees that his partner noticed that something was terribly wrong. Seeing the red spill from his neck and down the front of his suit drew a scream from the blonde that pierced the ears of nearly everyone in the club.

In an instant the panic started as everyone began to scramble in all directions to what they hope would be safely.

Getting the feeling she was being watched Irina once again scanned the, now panicking, crowd. She had to admit she didn't expect to lock eyes with a man standing on the other side of the club dressed on a long black trench coat, blue eyes nearly completely covered my the peaky cap sat on his head.

After a few seconds of eye contact she took a step back disappearing into the crowd.

[<_>]

Pulling up to the large house 'Arrow' as it was called, Irina took note of the men standing causally outside. Guards, though not very good ones she would say.

"Ne nuzhno derzhat' mashinu v rabochem sostoyanii, ya chuvstvuyu, chto eto zaymet nekotoroye vremya." She said to the driver as he opened the door for her to exit the vehicle.['No need to keep the car running, I have a feeling this will take awhile.']

As she approached the door one of the men broke from the group stepping in between her and the door.

"Can I help you ma'am?" He asked looking down at her.

"No, I don't think you can." She replied rolling her eyes as he blows smoke in her face. "I have a meeting with a Mr. Shelby." She informed trying her best not to punch the man in the throat.

Looking over to one of the other men a bit away her nods his head in the direction of the door before turning back to her as the other walks inside. The man in front of her stares at her for awhile scanning her body ever once and a while.

"You know if your going to see Mr. Shelby, I'm afraid I'll have to search you for weapons." He smirked at her flicking his finished cigarette away.

"Touch me and it will be the last thing you do." She smirked back at the man already prepared to take him out. Her smile only grew as the man took a step forward.

"Mr. Shelby will see you now." The man from before announced sticking his head outside the door.

"Oh lucky me." She says sarcastically, side stepping the man in front of her, coming shoulder to shoulder with him she stops. "And extremely lucky for you." She states before walking up the steps and entering the home.

"Right this way ma'am." An older women in the other side of the door directed her though a hall that came to a large door way. On the other side was a dining room with a large table occupied by a approximately 13 people.

"Mr. Shelby, your guest has arrived." The woman says gesturing over to you. "Shall I take your coat?" She asked causing you to shrug it off allowing her to take it as she exits.

"Irina," The man sat at the head of the table greeted. "Thank you for coming, please have a seat."

Walking over to the table she approaches the seat Tommy had gestured to next to him. Across from her was a blonde woman who she noticed was in a very large portrait above the fire place, she sat next to a small child, obviously her son.

"Mr. Shelby." She greeted back taking a seat. "I have to say when I saw you at the club this isn't the exact way I pictured we'd meet again."

"No?"

"Well most of my clients don't usually introduce me to their family." She informed. "It's not really a family friends profession."

"Are you a whore?" The blonde woman asked looking at you from across the table.

"No...well, maybe." Irina smirked. "I like most people offer a unique service for a price, everyone is a whore is you think about it, just selling different parts of themselves."

"And what service do you provide?" A ginger haired boy a bit down the table asks.

"Finn."

"No its alright Mr. Shelby," She assured. "Well, Finn to put it simply. I kill people."

"Are you serious?" Finn asked looking around the table with a nervous chuckle.

"Deadly." She smiles. "Which is why I was wondering why Mr. Shelby called me here, its no secret that the Shelby family tends to handle grudges on their own."

"So you've heard of us?" A man sitting next to Finn asked with a smirk.

"I prefer to know who I'm working for." She replied. "I asked around about you 'Tommy Shelby the man who could make an enemy out of god himself', So Mr. Shelby who is it that now even the all powerful Tomas Shelby can kill?" She smiles excitement shining in her eyes.

"I'm afraid you may be quite disappointed," Tommy says looking away from the young girl and over to the woman sitting next to her. "I haven't asked you here to have anyone killed."

Slowly the smile slips from her face as she turns her attention to the head of the table, leaning forward with a glare on her face.

"So you've wasted my time?" She asks staring down the blue eyed man.

"I've called you here to offer you some...information you may find interesting." Tommy corrected.

"If I wanted interesting information, Thomas." She started leaning forward some more. "I would have went to a fucking library."

"Not this information love." The older brunette sitting to he left states.

"I don't know how to say this so I'll just come out with it." Tommy started.

"Please do."

"about sixteen years ago, before I went off to war, I was involved with a woman by the name of Greta Jurossi." He explains. "She died while I was still in France, but before that she had a child. My child."

"Is this what coming out with it means to you?"

"A few months ago, her sister came to me to let me know of the child." Taking a moment to clear his throat Tommy finally 'came out with it.' "That child is you."

All eyes were now on Irina as she looked down at the table cloth in front of her. Tommy took her silence as a sign to continue speaking and began introducing the various members of the Shelby family to the newest member.

Having gone down the table Tommy finishes looking back over to his daughter, after a few moments of silence a small chuckle was heard as her shoulder began to move more and more as her laughter became louder.

"I'm sorry," She apologizes as she looks around to see no one else laughing. "I just find this whole story a bit ridiculous."

"You think we’re lying." The younger brunette with a short hair cut asked seemingly offended.

"Yes...No...well, weather I believe it or not doesn't really matter." Irina said waving her had dismissing the topic. "But you were right Mr. Shelby this wasn't a waste of time after all. Because I have some 'interesting' information for you as well."

reaching down in a small pocket in her skirt pulling out a bullet setting it upright on the table. On the bullet a name, crudely etched into the side.

‘Thomas.’

"I'm sure you are familiar with a name by the name of Sabini?" She asked rhetorically. "Well it seems you have offended him in someway seeing as he contacted me sometime ago with the request that I end your life."

"Imagine my surprise when I not only spot you in London, alone, unprotected, but then you invite me to your home." She laughed in disbelief. "So I guess the question now Mr. Shelby is, Mr. Sabini paid a lot of money to have you killed, How much are you willing to pay to stay alive?"

Part 2(?)

#peaky blinder x oc #tommy shelby!daughter #shelby!oc #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #black widow #black widow!reader #peaky blinders x marvel #Tommy Shelby #crossover #peaky blinders imagine #marvel imagine #black widow imagine

283 notes · View notes

sourcherryandsprinkles · 2 years ago

Text

KINKTOBER DAY 5 | Tate Langdon x Reader

Kinktober day 5: semi-public sex

Warnings: 18+, fingering, semi-public sex,

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

—

‘’It’s the third time we go. I get that you love Halloween, but aren’t you tired of people jumping before you and screaming to scare you?’’

‘’I’ll go by myself if you don’t want to come.’’

Dani eyed your outfit, then hummed disapprovingly. ‘’Dressed like that? Terrible idea.’’

‘’There’s a lot of people and it’s dark. It’s the perfect place for creepy men to prey on women who are alone. Especially if they are wearing a skirt,’’ Penelope added, being on Dani’s side.

‘’I can defend myself,’’ you said, not worried at all.

‘’We’re all going.’’

While you loved Halloween, you didn’t tell your friend the real reason you wanted to go to Horror Nights again. They would tease you to no ends if they knew it was to see the cute boy you had spotted on opening weekend. He was one of the scare actors in the haunted maze attraction. He had crawled over to you to scare you, but your eyes found his and time stopped for a few seconds. His face was caked with a skull makeup, but you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

The line for tickets was long, as always. It’s Saturday night, what were you expecting? After what felt like an eternity, you finally made it inside. The first attraction didn't really send shivers down your spine, but Penelope got scared by a clown and almost fell on her ass, making the three of you laugh so much your stomachs hurt.

When you — finally — got to the haunted maze, you searched for him in every corner. But he was nowhere in sight. You saw a boy in a skull makeup, but it wasn’t him. His hair was bright green, not blond.

The last attraction was the penitentiary, which turned out to be terrifying. The people in the cells were chained and acting insanely, some were getting lobotomies or just screaming and running. The lights were flickering, adding to the spooky ambiance.

You were almost out of the attraction when a group of energetic kids bumped into you and your friends, separating you from them. ‘’Dani! Penelope!’’ you called out, but your voice got lost in the chaos. ‘’Dani—’’

Your words got cut off by a gasp when a tall figure in a black rubber suit appeared before you. Panic set in, and before you could scream, his hand clamped over your mouth, and he pushed you back against a wall. Actors were not supposed to touch the visitors. You struggled, trying to break free, but he was much stronger than you.

An amused chuckle came from underneath the mask, then the person revealed themself.

Through the flickering lights, you caught his eyes, the ones you had been looking for all night.

The corner of his mouth curled into a smirk. ‘’I scared you.’’

You shoved his shoulder, trying to appear mad. ‘’Can you blame me? I’m a woman. Placed like this are a perfect setting for a murder or worse, rape.’’

Immediately, the blond felt bad. ‘’I didn’t think about that… Shit. I’m sorry,’’ he apologized, his deep brown eyes softly looking at you. ‘’When I saw you in the penitentiary, I just knew I needed to take my chance and talk to you. ’’

A smile fought on your lips. ‘’Is this how you flirt with girls? By scaring the living hell out of them?’’

He shook his head. ‘’I’m not much of a flirt,’’ he explained, rubbing the back of his neck.

Another group of running kids came by, screaming and fleeing something they had just seen, making you think that you should get back to your friends. They must be searching for you and flooding your phone with worried texts.

But you didn’t want to.

‘’I-I’m Tate, by the way.’’

You gave him your name, then pulled him down for a kiss as the lights went out. Tate kissed you back, his hands pulling your body close to his as he gently pulled your lower lip with his teeth. It sent a shiver down your spine, and you found yourself running your fingers through his hair, letting out a soft, involuntary moan into the kiss. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, ignoring the drilling sound of the lobotomy tool and screamings nearby.

When you paid for your entry ticket a few hours ago, you didn’t think you would end the night with the stranger in the skull makeup’s tongue in your mouth. But here you were, making out together in the middle of an attraction.

‘’Come with me.’’ Tate took your hand and led you away from the main way of the penitentiary.

You didn’t know where you were going, but you held on tight to his hand as he led you into the darkness. He’s been working here since opening night, he must know his way through the attraction.

Tate pulled one of the black curtains that opened the backstage area of the penitentiary where extra props, electricity chords and other stuff were hidden.

‘’Is this where you’re planning to kill me and hide my body?’’ you joked, trusting him enough to make this kind of joke.

He shook his head and pinned you against the wall, his latex covered chest pressing against you and moved his mouth to your ear. ‘’No,’’ he whispered, sending shivers down your spine. ‘’This is where I plan to make you cum.’’

No man had ever left you speechless until tonight, but you were too stunned to speak. You never expected such explicit words to come from his mouth. Not with sweet innocent eyes like his.

Tate’s hand followed the path down the curves of your body, slow and teasing as arousal started to pool between your legs. He stopped at the hem of your skirt, pleased at your clothing choice for the night. It'll be less of a fuss to access where he wanted.

‘’Tate,’’ you gasped at the first graze of his fingers.

He must be able to feel your wetness through the lace. He pressed the wet heat of your cunt into his hand, tearing a moan from you.

You would be embarrassed to be so wet already, but all that was on your mind was Tate's fingers rubbing against your folds through the thin fabric. His mouth had descended down your neck and jawline, gently kissing as he listened to the soft pleased sounds escaping your lips.

Screams and laughter came from the other side of the thin wall, drowning the sounds of your activities. If Tate’s boss knew what you were doing, he would get fired on the spot.

Tate pushed your panties to the side, and then slid between your folds. ‘’I’ve been thinking about you — about doing this to you — since I saw you in the maze.’’

Your head fell back against the wall, images of that night, of him crawling across the maze to scare you flashed in your head as he teased your most sensitive flesh. It felt like a fucking dream, except you weren’t sleeping.

‘’Thought you looked pretty that night, but I bet you’re looking even prettier right now,’’ Tate said, wishing he could see you in better lighting.

He lightly brushed your clit, then briefly dipped into your entrance before pulling away.

‘’Please,’’ you begged, pushing your hips where you knew his hand was, and finally two of his thick fingers thrusted into your folds.

Your inner muscles clenched around him, making Tate wish he wasn’t wearing that stupid latex suit so he could feel you clench around his cock. Instead, he’ll have to settle for this — getting you off.

‘’When we get out of here, don’t think we’re done,’’ he said, moving his fingers in and out of you while his other hand came around your neck, forcing you to look into his eyes. ‘’The night is just getting started.’’

—

All and more taglist: @spiokybirdstarfish @kenqki @liidiaaag @hawkegfs @gillybear17 @areaderinlove @acornacreacure @black-rose-29 @fudge13 @cece05 @rosie-cameron @Caxddce @laylasbunbunny @gemofthenight @beautyb1ade @hi-bored-as-fcuk-rn @lovelyy-moonlight @mellabella101 @vxnity713 @marzipaanz @bisexualgirlsblog @queenofslytherin889 @thatbxtchesblog @softb-tterfly @ethanlandrycanbreakmyheart @xyzstar @graceberman3 @Heartsforneteyamsully @aerangi @hallecarey1 @bxbyyyjocelyn @mikeyspinkcup @jackierose902109 @daisydark

#tate langdon #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon imagine #american horror story #american horror story imagine #kinktober

445 notes · View notes

romsabombs · 3 months ago

Text

OH BOY

Malevolent part 51 "The Purpose" notes

omg purpose... is it about oscar

ok faroe metaphor :(

who did we kill this time😐

what is going on bro

lilith.....!!!!!

HELL IS EMPTY AND ALL THE DEVILS ARE HERE??? WHATTT THATS HARD

MY FAVOOORITEEEE💥💥 :3333

this is awesome LILITHH

THE PORTRAIT i was right about this

what the freak!!!☹️☹️ mean as hell

"which is worse, to die or to have never existed?" idk ask shubby

WHAT two weeks😦 new prison pits??

"you've been here from the start" hmm do u think the radio static at the end of each episode is lilith listening in

what is going on bro

ok who is gonna die . i think antoine

oh .. .lilith mention

what is going on bro

two days ago..

bro really thought hed go this far and have no one question his motives

blackstone is just portable kiy

a key huh . thats why kayne needs it

WOAH WHAT WAIT HUH WHA😨

MOOOVE ORTHORR

naur not the horse :(

this is hot

JUST LIKE DADDY HELLOO????😀

that was HOT

"you are being manipulated" ya no shit

arthur my pet🥰<3

shes known about u forever bro

arthur my sweet boy :33

do u think harlans voice SUFFERS doing the lilith voice

ofc we remember the butchers chair..

how is that rabid dog👺 okayyy...

DEAD and GONE 💜

"not all things that are dead are gone. and not all things gone are dead" faroe:(

the campfire light :(( OHH FAROE :(

Bull Shit 😐

THE GLASS? "you thought i'd forget:)"

oh no her magic 🤕

"let me look at it" his blind ass

oh 😟😟😟😟😟

did alia predict this

"something sinister assaults my will" OH 😦

bro they all trust him to have good intentions AND HE DOES but its . but :( but hes giving it to the enemy

"i cant do this without you" ok vro..

WOAH 🤕 nononono :(( god☹️

put him down like a sick dog

:( :( ohhh this is sad . lily all over again

it felt Necessary:(

HAHA evil thing to say

is this the first time characters have talked over eachother

it WAS antoine im correct about everything actually :33

ONE OF THREE?? ohh many more seasons to go

AZATOTH MENTIONED💥💥

ok deadnaming her dad funny as hell

the FLESH!!!!!!! 🤕

"power👺" "is that so😐"

you LIE 😡😡😡

dang he like actually cared about these people?? wild

:(( ohh antoine never survives the horrors

will we have to kill him AGAIN but fr this time???

eat the elephant‼️

day of wrath is near😟😟😟

OH SHES the day of wrath??!!

"how can i keep going" :•(

aw :((( MAN ☹️☹️☹️

what if i bash my skull into a wall

antoine bro SIT DOWN😭

scratch........🧍‍♂️

"is everything alright" "yes m'lord . besides the way i feel" me asf

thats so SADDD protect his ass 😞

they never tell him anything bro

oh wait . no nvm he knows

ohhh hes going mad🤕 jesus christ

talking over eachother again

"oh! 😃 anything! 😁"

antoine....😞

OHHH COME ON :((( WHATAT :( NOT THE WAYLAY 😟😟😟

brother you've BEEN there

his atheist ass why couldnt he jus lie

yeah what the freak . just LIE

WHAT :( :( ohh antoine :( 😞

i love this episode structure its so interesting

arthur loves not taking responsibility for his actions

:(( FAROE :( the fire can't fight the rain

WHY LIT A FIRE THAT IS SURE TO DIE??????? WHAT :(

oh this episode is devastating

he had a life :(

this is CRAZY 😟 NOO ALIA

shes just a girl living in captivity..☹️

she had to sleep eventually 😓😓

"i did not doubt you but i needed to try myself" "i understand" ohh he sounds so defeated

oh antoine 😞😞 send his ass back to the lighthouse

at least he slept ..

"let me see it" BLIND‼️‼️

THIS IS SO SAD dont yell at him bro

nurse hes talking to himself again

OHHHH this is DEVASTATING

god damn it . its the end of the world

we LEAVE her :( 🤕🤕🤕 if i fell into eternal slumber would u leaveme. ..

what thefreak!!! we should try true loves kiss

oh she left us a letter :(

thats TERRIBLE

BRO ITS ANTOINE 🧍‍♂️

lilith shes a girls girl🎀

shes traumadumping

yeah dont give it to her asf

hes like humanitys spokesperson

💥💥DADDY💥💥

racism is TAUGHT 💜

shes losing the idgaf war

shes so passionate about deadnaming her father

hes so HOT idc idc

not for comfort..

ANTOINEEEE ‼️‼️‼️‼️

antoine your whimpering is awfully distracting

lilith help us??🎀

DIVORCE DIVORCE DIVORCE🎊🎊

GOD I MISSED THIS divorce arc

"i need somewhere to scream at the top of my lungs. if they didnt hurt so fucking much" :((( hes so me

YORICK HASNT YAPPED FOR TWO WEEKS??????? fork found in GARAGE

NOOOO dont be cruel :( BRO BRO

WHAT THE FREAKKKK 🧍‍♂️☹️

it was a TEST

has he gone mad 😟😟😟

NO WHERE ??!! 😦

was it a test????

HAHA they dont TRUST him!!!!!!

antoine :( ..... 🤕

they r so alike

i cant believe it was CLICKBAIT

:(( ohhh this is TERRIBLE

HAHA what do we do now like. where are we without hope

god .

hes still ALIVE bro . hes a fighter

OHH what if i SOB and PISS and DIE

HARDDD one of the hardest monologues in the show i fear

purpose mentioned

YAAAA FUCK YOU‼️‼️‼️

WHAT BRO leave our girl faroe alone

"sometimes the things that were in our life for far too little time make the biggest impacts" OHHH WHAATATTT WHAT IF I DIE☹️☹️☹️☹️

whole ass episode about faroe and they aint even say her name once. CINEMA

ohh this MUSIC i fw this HEAVY

her death didnt have to be the end for him :( SOBBING CRYING PISSING

when one door shuts and locks another secret little hatch opens somewhere

NONONONO not today 👺👺

"you do what you have to do. i'll enjoy the starlight" he WINS the idgaf war

im literally gonna EXPLODE

first severance finale now THIS

next episode nightmare part 2 ??? i LOVED that episode im a sucker for nightmare sequences asf

guys i think he finally accepted her death :((

brb gonna THROW UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#malevolent51 #malevolent 51 spoilers #malevolent 51 #im gonna be so SICK #malevolent #malevolent podcast #arthur lester #john doe #john doe malevolent #malevolentpod #arthur lester malevolent #malevolent spoilers

42 notes · View notes

radioisntdead · 1 year ago

Text

Adore

Alastor x reader

Warnings:

This is short, not my best work I WILL REDEEM MYSELF. Alastor is implied to break in at the end.

Good evening folks!

APOLOGIES FOR THIS BEING DELAYED, I accidentally deleted the whole thing and then I just laid on Barnaby out of defeat and slept.

ANYWAYS HERE'S WEDNESDAY'S ANGST, or Wednesday's poor excuse for angst, the original was better.

I'll be posting another angst fic later today, hopefully, it's either gonna be with Lute or another Alastor one

Song

A-one, two, three, four

You completely and utterly adored Alastor, how could you not?

He was quite charming! Sure he was a cannibalistic murderer but that for some reason wasn't a deal breaker for you.

A side effect from being in hell probably or possibly because you were just as screwed up as he was just in a different format!

Everything you do, it sends me

You had met him while working at Rosie's emporium, Rosie had asked you to make some tea while she taught Alastor the newest slang she had gathered.

Higher than the moon with every twinkle in your eye

Turns out you both had so much in common!

Both of you had gained deer attributes after your fall to eternal damnation, had a strong distaste for the lustful cravings of the flesh, thought cannibalism was neat, Rosie was a dear friend, and held a fondness and strong preference for the years you were alive.

You strike a match that lights my heart on fire

Rosie being the matchmaker she was decided to nudge the two of you together, after all she saw how well you and Alastor matched together, and it worked! Of course it did.

When you're near, I hide my blushing face

You and Alastor fit together perfectly, like pillows and blankets, like shoes and laces.

And trip on my shoelaces

He'd take you dancing, hand gently placed on your waist when you would dance more classically, or you'd have arms and legs frailing around like a octopus when you'd give more energetic dances a try.

Grace just isn't my forté

The two of you enjoyed cooking together in the kitchen, Jambalaya, curries, biscuits and gravy, pasta, gumbo, baked breads and whatever else you could think of, you made together.

But it brings me to my knees when you say

You'd help Alastor out with his radio broadcast, by either proofreading his scripts or finding an unfortunate sinner to make an appearance with their screams.

Hello, how are you, my darling, today?

You didn't know where things went wrong, everything was going well!

I fall into a pile on the floor, deer love is hard to ignore

At least you thought so, the last day you spent with Alastor the two of you had made a lovely dinner together, you had set the table with fresh flowers, a candle or two.

When every little thing you do, I do adore

After dinner the two of you danced to some jazzy song from his era, and he twirled you around.

We're as different as can be

His hand holding yours.

I've noticed you're remarkably murdery and I'm slightly less murdery

His red eyes staring adoringly into yours.

We balance out each other nicely

You gave him a kiss on the cheek before you went to sleep that night.

You wear fancy shoes in the snow

You had awoken in the morning and Alastor wasn't there.

You assumed he had stepped out and he'd be back soon.

In mid-July, I still feel cold

But as the clock continued to tick and the red skies turned into a deeper red you were worried but you knew he could handle himself maybe he just got caught up in something? Perhaps with that TV guy he was 'friends' with?

We're opposites in every way

Hours turned into days and days into weeks,

No one had heard from nor had they seen Alastor.

You looked everywhere for him, asking around, desperately trying to find out where he went.

but I can't resist it when you say

Vox apparently tried to get him to join his little V themed posse and Alastor rejected him, rather harshly and also broke his little TV antenna while he was at it.

Hello, how are you, my darling, today?

Rosie hadn't heard from him either, and obviously you wouldn't be asking around if you knew where he was.

I fall into a pile on the floor

Weeks turned into months and before you knew it those months became years.

He was just gone, leaving only traces of his existence.

Puppy love is hard to ignore, when every little thing you do, I do adore

For the first few years you would frequently pop into his radio tower, hoping that maybe, just maybe he would be there for some reason, and when he undoubtedly wasn't, you cleaned the place up, keeping it in tip top shape.

Finding words, I mutter

Once it hit the five year mark you stopped popping in, allowing dust and whatever else to consume the radio tower untill further notice.

Tongue-tied, twisted

You stopped hoping that Alastor would just waltz on into your shared home, with that yellowed grin of his and static following.

Hoove in mouth, I start to stutter, Ha, ha, Heaven help me

You stopped looking for Alastor.

Hello, how are you, my darling, today?

Seven years, he was gone for seven years,

He was back and he didn't have the decency to even pay you a visit? You had to hear about his return from him publicly beefing with Vox.

I fall into a pile on the floor, Puppy love is hard to ignore

If Alastor wasn't going to come find you then you wouldn't go out of your way to find him either, even if that hazbin hotel where he was residing was only a 30 minute walk away.

When every little thing you do, I do adore

Alastor didn't intentionally ghost you, his absence was only supposed to be for a short while.

Unfortunately he was foolish enough to make a deal that had kept him away from you for seven long years, his dear friend Rosie had been kind enough to fill him in on your activities since his disappearance but not before scolding him harshly for not even having the decency to send a postcard.

Every little thing, ba-ba-ba-ba

He had been back for a time now, how rude of him to not pay his dearest a visit! After all you were looking for him until recent years right?

Every little thing, ba-ba-ba-ba

Alastor was someone you completely and utterly adored once.

And unfortunately he still adored you to some degree considering he was standing in front of you in the doorway of the house you had once shared, he was as smiley as ever, his grin grew larger as he saw your confused expression.

"Good evening my darl-" he was interrupted by you slamming the door in his face.

Every little thing you do, I do adore

It seems you weren't as excited to see him as he expected, oh well! Good thing for him that you didn't bother to change the locks.

Good evening folks my apologies, this is more comedic then angsty, hope you enjoyed though I will redeem myself.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #alastor x reader #alastor x you

188 notes · View notes

spunsugarmusings · 7 months ago

Text

"Dracula Flow" Sentence Starters

Sentence starters taken from plummcorp records' Dracula Flow series, entries 1-5. TW for profanity, drugs and alcohol, parental neglect, and sexual references. Change pronouns and tenses as necessary, and enjoy!

"This shit ain't nothin' to me, man."

"I had to do it to them, snipe."

"I'm not loyal to anybody, I'm a demon!"

"I have no loyalty for anyone, never did, never will."

"Shorty chose to be with a demon, sounds like her problem to me!"

"I have no sympathy, I live for this shit."

"Yeah, we gettin' that Pirate Bay, alien shishkebab, cordyceps money!"

"I hope them aliens are real, so that I have more things to fuck!"

"I just popped a whole garbanzo bean, fuck you mean?"

"I'm him, I been him, I will continue to be him."

They thought they could stop a demon, I'm back!"

"The zaza got me speakin' Esperanto."

"I don't even know who I am anymore, I'm gettin' too much money."

"Can you remind me who I am?"

"Get the president on the phone now, I fronted him a brick, I need my money."

"I'm moving different."

"They must have amnesia, they forgot that I'm him."

"I'm on them Broward County Tic-Tacs!"

"I don't give a fuck if I go blind, I don't need to see the price tag anyways!"

'"We're smokin' filtered crack, you stupid piece of shit!"

"I'll fuckin' kill you!"

"Call that pussy The Matrix, because I'm in this bitch and I can't get out."

"There are consequences to your crimes against Dracula!"

"I threw diamonds at the strip clubs under the Great Pyramids!"

"Tied the ops to the back of a Trackhawk and dragged 'em around the block for 24-hours."

"Motherfucker looked like a Resident Evil 5 campaign extra after we was done with him!"

"These cops are interrogating me about an ounce of weed, as if I didn't kill an Applebee's hostess two miles away."

"Reach for my neck, you'll get turned into an example!"

"I have seen the Magna Carta, I've seen the Eye of Horus, I was flippin' bricks for Mansa Musa before y'all even became a type-1 civilization!"

"They needed a stealth soldier, so I put my hands on the hibachi hot plate at Benihana and burned my fuckin fingerprints off. They will NOT find me."

"If I had a dollar for every time they said I gave a shit, I'd be broke, 'cause I don't give a shit!"

"I've got more percs than their are stars in the Leo cluster."

"How can I be homophobic? I blew his fucking brains out!"

"This Luger will send a Christian to Hell."

"I have no morals or belief system."

"I have no spirituality or anything that gives my life meaning or structure."

"They ask me to shoot, I do it!"

"I have no character."

"I fuck like it's for survival."

"I'm so violent and sick in the head, I can't tell if I want to kill my ops or fuck 'em!"

"Got a ruptured eardrum from having my ear to the streets for so fucking long."

"On a full moon, I'll fuck anything!"

"I'm a street creature."

"The weed will have you in purgatory, screaming for eternity."

"You will relive every key mistake you've ever made in your life, over and over and over again"

"They told me I wouldn't shake the city, so I shook that shit like a crying toddler."

"I'm a product of the gutter."

"The bugs are back."

"The worms in my head won't shut the hell up."

"They're telling me to go absolutely fucking stupid on 'em."

"I don't even need to brandish the nine!"

"Threw the opp into the particle collider, watched his ass get pulled apart into a million pieces."

"Turned his sorry ass into some data."

"I don't wanna kill them, shut up! I don't wanna kill anybody!"

"I ain't gon' lie, I'm kind of feeling myself right now, gang."

"I come from a low frequency environment, and I've only used cash my entire life."

"The only time I ever held a card was when I borrowed my cousin's Bank of America debit card to slice open a funnel cake at the county fair."

"I got the kid's ears pierced at two years old and she already knows what Red Bull tastes like!"

"I even wore my nice 8 Ball jean jacket to the last court hearing!"

"I've been fully consumed by hatred, jealousy and lust."

"I can't help but get thrown into a violent trance at the slightest hint of criticism or pushback."

"My impulsive nature causes conflict at any given time."

"I wept for there were no more worlds to conquer."

"I got to where I am today through violence."

"I have no backbone, I'm loyal to whoever pays the most."

"My character is so flawed, the only time I ever stood 10 toes on anything, was on the opp's throat."

Cops wanna detain me for aggressively hitting the claw machine."

"I'm trying to explain to him that we are all just atoms so he might as well let me go."

"You can't even imagine what the fuck I've been through."

"Humans will never understand their true abilities."

"Why the fuck did we kill off the Neanderthals? Those idiots could have easily worked construction and doubled our profits."

"The day I go broke will be the day hell freezes over!"

"Get your bitch ass up before I slap the dog shit out of you!"

"I can feel the fungi munching on my brain."

"The only time I feel something is when I look."

"I'm a fucking junkie cannibal, all I wanna do is sip mud and eat my ops."

#rp meme #askbox meme #inbox meme #roleplay meme #rp memes #ask box meme #ask meme #starter sentences #sentence starters #starter prompt #dracula flow #death tw #drugs tw #sex tw #ask to tag #nsft tw

68 notes · View notes

aroacebaggins · 1 month ago

Text

Currently drawing Daeron bc I got a request for either him or Voronwë and I'd been thinking about him lately anyway.

Specifically about how much I prefer the older version where he's Lúthien's brother rather than being in love with her. because I'm sick to death of love triangles. But my brain has now given me "Aroace Daeron" as a concept as well, and putting those together:

They grow up together. They are the children of Thingol and Melian, of the only union between an elf and a Maia. There are no others like them. They are the only ones who truly understand each other. Daeron assumes this will never change. They are immortal, they live in a sheltered kingdom. They have eternity.

Then Lúthien starts being secretive. She's never kept anything from her brother before. He finds her sneaking around with a mortal man, and he is confused. He goes to their parents because "no one is supposed to be able to get in, I thought we were safe here?".

When Lúthien explains, he doesn't understand. She says she loves the man. But there is love in their family already, and she has not acted like this. When their father sends the man away, he's relieved. He thinks everything can go back to normal. But later when she asks for his help, Daeron can't understand why she would want to put herself in danger for a man she practically just met, because what is so special about him? Why is he suddenly the most important thing in her life, worth risking herself for? So he goes to Thingol again because he's worried about her, she's been acting so strange.

Lúthien is angry, but Daeron tries to mend it. He plays music for her during her captivity, he reminds her that he will always be there, that the two of them need not change. He is grieved at her anger and so when she asks for a loom he obliges, and for once he says nothing because he will not damage their relationship more, and because she is his sister, surely she wouldn't lie to him again. And then Lúthien is gone.

And Daeron doesn't understand.

He goes looking for her. She is his sister, his closest friend, the only one who understood him, the only one who could. He needs her. He had thought that went both ways.

He never stops searching.

Maybe he hears about her fate. He questions why Lúthien would follow the man into death. Why, he thinks, was he suddenly all she had to live for? He prays to understand why she left, why all they had was nothing compared to what she called love.

But he never understands. And there were two of them but when she leaves the circles of the world he knows, he knows he is the only one. There are her descendants. But they are not the same, and he cannot bear to see the resemblance, almost her, so close, and yet not.

And so he sings, because it is all he has left. He sings laments for her, and maybe he sings her tale as well. He writes so many iterations of that song. The story does not make sense to him. He thinks maybe if he sings it over and over, with different words or different notes, he will start to understand.

Hey so what the hell I was trying to write a short quick post. Anyway I'm driving myself insane over this concept and I WILL be writing something longer with it at some point.

Also maybe he ends up in a weird QPR with Maglor where they bond over their siblings abandoning them and complicated relationships with the Peredhel

#its aroace fear of abandonment hours again apparently #also i thought of a kinda fucked up way i might be able to incorporate tinfang warble into this #not sure yet #daeron of doriath #silmarillion #silm #luthien #beren and luthien #silm ramblings #tolkien #aroace #my post

18 notes · View notes

melishade · 3 months ago

Note

Hello again, another question with AOT Eren being in Post-Rumbling AOP! I imagine Rung hearing about AOT Eren from Primus when he is at one of their sessions, Rung will freeze and internally, most of Primes will be freaking the fuck out. I imagine pulling AOT Eren to what remains of the Paths while he is asleep, which I imagine he will be in old HQ of Survey Corps so that Hanji has close eye on him...and to basically help around given he is stuck in this timeline.

So, Primus and Primes, brought him to their realm, and they are trying to find out HOW he is here, especially when they learn he is from a different timeline, not sure how they will treat AOT Eren given he started Rumbling and killed 80% of Humanity, but he didn't punch Primus or they will see he is relatively more stable mentally.

I imagine they will be shocked or surprised with how he treats Ymir, being happy she is free and that he ap[ologises that his idiotic counterpart did not help her get free, but demanded Founder's power.

I imagine he will ask to see AOP Eren...and promptly starts beating him up for being his stupid self.

AOT Eren: Why the fuck did you do it!? There were other options! Did you even look at alternative choices with Founder's Power?!

AOP Eren: Alternative choices?!

AOT Eren: *Megatronus level of anger*

AOT Eren: *SCREEEEEEECH!*

AOP Eren: Oh SHIT!

Rest of the Primes:

Primus: I will let him have a few minutes with him.

Previous episode of AOT Eren just making an appearance

LOL!

Rung: So how did your visit go?

Optimus: I saw Eren alive and well.

Rung cracking the datapad by accident: Oh!

The Primes listening in: INCOHERENT SCREAMING

After the session.

Rung: WHERE IS HE?! WHERE IS HE?!

Onyx: WE'RE LOOKING! WE'RE LOOKING!

Rung letting his voice slip: LOOK FASTER!

But really AOT Eren just disappears on everyone and they just...kind of let it go at this point?! Like what else do they do with that?! They just hope AOT Eren doesn't come back or end up in a place that would have them do damage control. But basically Rung found him, snapped his fingers and AOT Eren was transported to the realm of the Primes with 12 deities staring him down.

AOT Eren:...This is a really weird day.

Liege Maximo: Really? That's all you have to say?

AOT Eren: To be honest. I think this is a weird version of hell.

They immediately clock in that something is wrong when Primus introduces himself and Eren doesn't have a negative reaction. More confused if anything. And they they realize:

Primus: By the Allspark it's multiverse theory.

Amalgamous: Hah?!

Primus: THIS IS THE ORIGINAL EREN!

The Primes start screaming while Eren is quite terrified at these deities freaking out about it.

Prima: How did he end up in this timeline?!

Everyone snaps their heads to Vector.

Vector: I did nothing! You all know how meticulous I am at my job!

Micronus: You're the only one with the powers to do it! And Primus is confused too!

AOT Eren just asks to be sent home, or to hell. Either way, he just doesn't want to be here. And the Primes would be surprised at how calm he is.

Eren: I wiped out 80% of humanity. Do you really think someone like me deserves mercy?

Solus: At least this version isn't trying to argue or justify it.

Eren: I'm sorry. The other version tried to justify it?

And yes, AOT Eren asks before he leaves or they send him wherever that he takes a crack at AOP Eren.

Prima: You want to do what?!

Eren: I mean...I still got issues with myself so...why not?

Liege Maximo:...you wanna borrow my darts?

And it's basically that Batman meme. The beat down:

youtube

AOT Eren comes back bloodied while Primus pockets a banged up AOP Eren somewhere else. AOT Eren is ready to go to hell officially, but...the Primes are in a good mood. And a little bit generous.

Primus: How would you like to be our guinea pig?

AOT Eren: I don't follow.

Primus: See, I don't believe in an eternal hell. I believe in reincarnation. But as you know, you have done some rather heinous crimes. And giving you reincarnation with all of those crimes...would be too easy. So I intend to put your alternative self through some trials to prove that he is worthy of reincarnation. There are still some factors that will determine if it will actually happen, but you can be our test subject, since you are a version of Eren. If you help out with the test, you will get tortured. But I'll over you a chance to reincarnate once this is all over.

AOT Eren:...You know I've killed more people? Right? Why would you even consider offering me a chance to reincarnate at all?

Primus: You have been dealt a bad hand, which is why I sent Optimus to your world in order to try and prevent it. Your alternate self didn't take that opportunity for peace for a variety of reasons. But you didn't have many options. But from what I've seen, you did seem open to change. The world just didn't treat you fairly.

AOT Eren:...I...I don't know what to say to that. Where would...where would I even go if I did this reincarnation thing?

Primus: Wherever your spark desires. The choice is yours.

AOT Eren:...I'm not worthy for this chance. I hurt my friends. I killed so many people, I-!

Primus: Every sentient being deserves an opportunity for redemption. You are definitely going to take some time to get there, but...I still believe that you can become a better person.

So AOT Eren agrees to be their guinea pig and gives the Primes pointers on how best to torture AOP Eren during the trials. Although AOT Eren is completely traumatized after test running Solus' trial and he has to take a break and throw up.

Solus beaming with pride: So my trial is perfect.

The other Primes staring in horror.

Primus and the Primes don't let AOT Eren know about Founder Ymir. She's still sleeping and she doesn't need to be involved in any of this. She needs her nap.

30 notes · View notes

wormshirt · 1 year ago

Text

As someone who uses a mobility aid and has muscular tension that cause me general body and joint pain and stiffness from the hips down on both sides what would kill me with doctor who wouldn't be the running it'd be the fucking stairs. They don't always have stairs in doctor who but oh boy when they do. I can run super fast and then inevitably injure my hips and suffer through it and keep limping along through the pain but if it's a flight of stairs between me and safety I'm so dead. If I don't take those stairs 1 step at a time my knees WILL lock or my muscles will throw such a massive hissy fit that it'll take me TWICE the time it takes your average person to go up those stairs and I will be killed or kinapped or put through some strange and unusual scifi horror by step 3. The doctor and I (limping) run down 50000000 hallways and we reach the end of a hall with only a reasonably sized staircase on the other end of it and the doctor immediately starts vaulting up the steps 3 at a time until he turns around and notices that I have stopped completely at the bottom of the steps to stare at him blithely. He starts trying to get me to go up the stairs or ask what the hell I think I'm doing and I slowly lower myself back down to the ground and cross my arms over my chest and begin reciting funeral prayers with a serene smile. The big evil monster comes after me and I am eaten. Badly. The doctor yells NOOOOO really loud and cries a little maybe idk and then is emo about it for like half a season until they end up back by the staircase in a season finale or something and it's revealed that the stairs are magic stairs that preserve the conciousness of any ugly ass bitch who hates staircases enough and the doctor is implied to have know this all along. and the doctor gives me some heartbroken major depressive disorder poster child look and a little speech about how they "couldn't have come back here for blah blah excuses reasons" and I smile sweetly and say "why the fuck didn't you have an emergency exit strategy or some shit incase the guy who uses a fucking cane couldn't do some shit like go up stairs super fast because he uses a fucking cane. Hello. Not even mad. Are you stupid. You are a timelord. Your people let your gay ass fuck off to who knows where because you're the dumbest timelord ever and they couldn't stand your stupid ass. I can't believe I'm stuck on this gay ass space station with this lame ass death for all of eternity because you didn't think that the guy who struggles to go up stairs would struggle to go up stairs. You wanna know what the alien said to me before he ate me. He said hey that dude you're here with sucks so bad and is stupid and gay and lame as hell. And I would have said 'yeah lol' but then he ate me. He ate me because of stairs doctor. Stairs." And then I'd stay forever trapped with my soul in that staircase just so I could spend the rest of enternity sending spam calls and telemarketers to the tardis phone. The doctor's investigating something outside an alien bar somewhere and sees ads like XXX Brittany Wants To Spend a NIGHT With YOU Sexy! Hot Singles in your area! Call here for a night of FUN! HOT SINGLE Xxeksifloryean Milfs Looking For a MATE in GALAXIES NEAR YOU!!!!❤️❤️❤️ and softly puts a hand on the posters and goes "I'm sorry I couldn't save you....." five seconds later jerry from *TOTALLY REAL* intergalactic statefarm NOT A FAKE NOT A SCAM calls up the doctor on the TARDIS phone to ask about the doctor's insurance info. Somewhere I kick an ugly ass step on a stupid fucking staircase and break my ghost toe. I hop around and start swearing.

#doctor who #dw #long post #the doctor #bangers #<-original post tag

160 notes · View notes

l33bang24 · 1 year ago

Text

OMG It’s You… (Part 6.5)

YouTube! Fem reader x Stray Kids

Summary: Y/N’s YouTube channel is taking off after her reactions to Stray Kids MV God’s Menu. Now she’s making videos nonstop along with working a full time job. What would happen if she got offered a job of a lifetime and met the boys of her succession?

⚠️Warnings⚠️: cursing, crying, confusion, fatigue, Lee Know coming in clutch, Chan admits to being jealous of reader (let me know if I missed anything)

🏷️: @laylasbunbunny @weirdowithaphone @silverstarburst @jusanontstuff @anxiousskylar @drewsandsebastianswife @amararosesblog @niaalove (Taglist open)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 2.5 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Third Person POV

Y/N never imagined that she would be summoned to the conference room at her workplace, especially by unfamiliar individuals not from the United States. Nevertheless, they were seated on one side of the table, while Y/N found herself on the other, facing a stack of papers with the word "CONTRACT" emblazoned across the top.

“So, what do you say? Would you like to work with us?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Y/N’s POV (One week ago)

I felt like I was glued to my computer screen for an eternity. Realizing I was making no progress, I pushed myself away from the desk and flopped onto my bed. I had never felt this exhausted before. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was falling behind. Perhaps it's time to hit the reset button and start from scratch.

Flashback (Two weeks prior)

Pulling up my camera, I press record and wait three to five seconds before starting. “Y’all.” I huff, still trying to catch my breath. “When I made this address, I expected to get some packages here or there. The post office called and told me I must pick up my packages because they overflowed. I thought….You know what, let me show you instead.” I pick up a vast draw bag of packages inside. “I have three of these, and that’s not including them.” I grab a basket of letters or other small packages. “I had to take my grandfather’s truck because my car was too small to fit everything. I honestly thought that I wasn’t going to get this much stuff. I’m afraid I won’t be able to get through all of these before they call me again, saying I have more waiting. I told y’all I don’t need anything; I already have too much.” I start looking around my room. “Where the hell am I going to put all this? I have no room, ugh.” I turned back to the camera. “I love y’all to death, but this is way too much.”

Looking around, I let out a big sigh. “I’m grateful, honestly. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not mad or upset. I’m more surprised than anything. I don’t want y’all to waste your money on me. I'd rather you keep that for bills, food, clothes, etc. Though at the end of the day, I can’t stop you from sending anything.” I sit down in my chair, worn out since those bags were heavy. “I know I promised you that I would record everything I open, but then again, I didn’t expect to get this much fan mail. I’ll do my best to record what I can. Hopefully. What I can’t, I’ll try to thank you in letters.” I laugh a little to myself. “I feel like I’m digging myself a hole, making all these promises and talking about sending letters. I don’t want to let anybody down. I want all of you to know that I appreciate everything you do, and I don’t want any of you to feel left out if I don’t show you opening up your package or letter.”

I get up and grab one of the big bags. “I’ve got to record an upcoming video, but as soon as possible, I will record myself opening up some of these packages. I could do a live stream of me opening some of them, too. I’ll have to see how I’m feeling that day. Either way, I love y’all and hope you have a great day. Bye!” I turn the camera off and instantly drop my shoulders and head. ‘Why do I do this to myself? I knew I was in over my head when I did this.’ I look down at all the stuff people sent. “Well, I better get started on the album review before I worry too much about these.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Third Person POV (Before Y/N’s video above)

The boys had been worrying/stressing over what to send to Y/N. Chan had convinced the rest of the boys to send a gift and a letter from each of them so that she would know who it was from. Some guys knew exactly what they wanted to send, others couldn’t decide. Each one agreed that they would all send their stuff at one time, so hopefully, she would get them all around the same time. Lee Know walked into Felix’s room, seeing the Sunshine himself writing a letter. He knocks on the door to announce his presence.

Felix turns to his older Hyung. “Hey.” Lee Know grins, and Felix responds. “Hey.” His Hyung sits by him. “How’s it going?” Felix drops his head on his gaming desk. “Terrible. I can’t think of anything to write.” Lee Know observes him before replying. “You don’t have to think about it so much. Just write what comes to your head.” Felix scuffs. “Easy for you to say. You don’t overthink everything like I do.” Felix runs his fingers through his hair. “Normally, I could already know what I’d want to tell someone. Right now, I’m coming up blank.” Felix, frustrated with himself, pulls on his hair.

“Do you want to see what I wrote?” Felix turns to his Hyung. “I don’t want to copy what you wrote, Lee Know Hyung.” Lee Know smirks. “I know. I wrote two of them, in case you couldn’t think of anything. They’re not the same letter. Here, take it.” He pulls it from his back pocket. “You can always rewrite it in your handwriting if you want.” He gets up to leave before turning around. “We’re sending them out tomorrow, so have it ready by tonight.” Felix nods his head, smiling. “Thank you, Hyung.” Lee Know returns the smile. “You’re welcome.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After Y/N had recorded and edited both versions of the review for the Oddinary mini-album, she sent one to JYP and saved the other for the release date. She decided she’d take a small break before she would start recording herself on opening fan mail. She had to wait a couple of days before she got the chance to re-record herself.

“Hello, Lovelies, and welcome back to the channel! So, we will start opening some of these packages today since I have so many. I will warn you that I’m bad with names, so if I don’t pronounce your name correctly, don’t get mad at me.” I laugh lightly. “These will probably be different videos since I know I won’t be able to open all of them in just one video. Okay, let’s get into it, shall we?”

Little did Y/N know eight boys were waiting for her videos to come out. They wanted to see her reaction to the gifts they gave her. When the day finally came, they gathered around a TV to watch her. “What in the world is this?” She pulls out a package and sees there’s no name on it. It’s also from a PO Box address but from Seoul, South Korea. She looks at the camera with a questionable expression on her face. Pulling out her scissors, she cuts the package open. The first thing she grabs is a letter with her name on it. She opens it, and what she does next makes all the boys happy. Her jaw drops, “There’s no fucking way. This cannot be real.” She looks at the camera, back to the letter, then back to the camera again. She swallows slowly before speaking.

Dear Y/N,

I’ve followed your videos since you reacted to our MV God’s Menu. The guys and I have been quite your fans. When we saw that you created a PO Box, we knew we wanted to give you something from each of us. We hope you enjoy everything you get, and thank you for always supporting us through our journey.

Signed,

Lee Felix

She tears up a little bit and wipes her eyes immediately with her hands. “So that means you’ve seen me make a fool of myself this entire time. Damn. Well, at least you know this is the real me. What you see is what you get. Now you just made a lot of Stays very jealous.” She laughs and points at the camera. “Y’all don’t come after me now.” She puts the letter to the side and opens the package more to see what’s inside. She pulls back and starts laughing hard. “Felix, have I ever told you how much I love you? Because I do. Hold on, everyone, I’m about to show you what he got me.” She pulls out a container of brownies he made along with the recipe on top. “I knew the package looked weird, but I now understand why. He said he had to use vegetable oil to preserve them while being shipped.” She looks at the camera and smiles. “Thank you, Felix. I will enjoy these.” She puts them off to the side and grabs something else from the package; she turns it over to see a little bracelet with his skzoo. “Ooh, I love that. That’s very precious.”

She turns to look at her other bags. “So I’m not constantly thinking about the other guys’ packages. I will see if I have them all to open them one after the other. I’m quite nervous now. Especially since I know they’ll be watching this video.” The boys can’t help but smile at her. She searches through the bags and manages to find all of them. “This one looks promising.” She had grabbed Hyunjin’s and carefully opened it. What was inside made her gasp. It was a painting of flowers in a glass vase. The painting itself was mute but had pops of colors on the flowers. “That is so beautiful, Hyunjin; I love it. Did I ever tell you that my grandmother is an artist herself?” Hyunjin’s eyes widen upon hearing that statement, and the boys do, too. She steps out of view and calls for her grandmother.

Her grandmother comes into view. “One of my fans painted this for me.” Her grandmother compliments the painting, and Hyunjin lets out a breath he doesn’t know he is holding. He also gave her some facial masks since he knew she enjoyed those more than makeup. Each member gave her a letter with similar words to Felix’s, hoping they would meet her one day. They went for more sentimental value ideas since they knew she didn’t like costly items. Seungmin had given her a book he enjoyed reading and even got her a box of tea he wanted. I.N. gave her their Oddinary album book and an unreleased box of photo cards. Changbin had given her a couple of their shirts from the Oddinary merch collection. Han had gifted her a new light stick with a Quokka keychain.

Y/N thanked all the boys for their beautiful gifts, which finally reached the last two members. If anyone ever asked her which two she would consider her biases, she would tell them Chan and Lee Know. While she loves all the members equally, those two (including Felix) stood out the most to her. One package is bigger than the other, but only by a little. Both feel soft like a pillow, and she’s torn over which one to open first. She almost forgets that she’s being recorded. “I don’t know which one to open first.” She laughs to herself. “I feel that there’s more clothing in both of these. I guess I’ll go with this one.” She grabs the slightly smaller one and cuts carefully. Inside is a hoodie, not just any hoodie, but one she’s familiar with. She pulls the letter out and opens it. She’s glad she knows how to speak and read Korean; otherwise, she would have to use her phone to translate.

Y/N,

Usually, I wouldn’t say I like sending things to people, but I will make an exception for you. Your channel has brought me comfort on hard days. I never realized how much they meant to me until I unconsciously looked up your videos. I want to give you this to have on your bad days. To know that you’re not alone and have people who care about you. I have included a small bottle of my cologne that you can spray on it when my smell starts to fade. I also included a unique Leebit plush that hasn’t been released yet. Thank you for being your true self and making others happy.

Sincerely,

Lee Minho

Y/N had tears rolling down her face, but she didn’t go to wipe them. Lee Know didn’t know whether he went too far or his gift wasn’t good enough. But she turned to the camera and smiled, hoping Lee Know could see her. “리노님 정말 감사드립니다. 너무 마음에 들고 잘 보살펴 드리겠습니다.” He smiled right back. “천만에요.” She grabs a tissue and wipes her face. “Okay, this is the last, then I’ll end the video here.” She opens the last package and inside is a black jacket with white writing. Her eyebrows scrunch together as she looks at it. Once she realizes what it is, she looks at the camera with her hands on her hips. “Christopher. Now I know damn well that you better not have spent a lot of money on this jacket. Don’t act like I don’t know my clothing brands; I know just how much this cost and it’s too much.” She shakes her head like a mother would when disappointed in her son. “Good grief. What am I going to do with you, mmhm?” She pulls out the letter and opens it.

Dear Y/N,

I wanted to be honest with you from the start. I didn't know how to feel when Stays first talked about you and how much you were like me. I felt like someone was trying to copy me. It didn’t help that the other guys adored you and talked about you constantly. You were always somewhere in my head, and I couldn’t get you out. I tried, but it only seemed to make it worse. It wasn’t until I found you crying your eyes out that it all changed. I’m not saying that your crying made me change my views about you, but I realized you’re a human being like me. Seeing you upset made me want to comfort you. You were holding my skzoo to dear life. I let my emotions control my thoughts of a person without getting to know who they were. I wanted to give you something to remember me by. This jacket is mine, and I also included something to spray on it when the smell starts to fade. There’s one crucial item in here that I want you to have. It’s not mine, but it’s a replica. I want you to have it and remember that not only are you by our side, but we are by your side, too.

Sincerely,

Bahng Christopher Chan ❤️

Y/N’s emotions were all over the place. He was jealous of her because he thought she was copying him. But it changed when he realized she was kind all along. Chan was feeling the heat from waiting for her response and the looks on his member's face. They see her pull out a bracelet. It’s the same Stay bracelet that Chan wears. She finally spoke up. “Wow, I don’t know how to feel about this. I, for one, appreciate you being honest with me. I don’t understand why you would be jealous of someone you’ve never met, but then again, I don’t see things from your point of view. I could understand if you have people who say I’m exactly like you. However, that’s not entirely true. Um, I’m kind of at a loss for words right now. I don’t hate it, but believe me, I don’t. I love the gift; I love all of them. The letter makes me ask, where did I go wrong?”

She looks back up at the camera before continuing. “I’m willing to look past this as long as you and I get along. And to Stays, please do not go bashing Chan for any reason. I better not find any of y’all being mean to my boy. I’ll find you.” She points her index and middle fingers to her eyes and the camera. As if saying, ‘I’m watching you.’ “I could see that if it were the other way around, I’m sure he would react the same way if I were him in this situation. But outside of that, I greatly appreciate the gift, Chris. Thank you.”

“Thank you all for watching! I hope to have more of these videos up soon. Until then, I will see you next time. Bye!”

End of Flashback

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Present day

Which brings Y/N to today. When she arrived, the overhead boss told her the CEO wanted to see her. She started replaying everything she’d done, and nothing stood out. The only thing she could think of was something outside of work that had to do with her channel. After her Ordinary review went up, she received a call from an out-of-country phone number. She didn’t answer as she didn’t know anyone outside of the States. Maybe besides the email she got from JYP, there wasn’t a phone number listed.

She had let it go to voicemail, hoping that if it were necessary, they would leave a message. They left a message, and what she heard stunned her.

“안녕하세요, 저는 MNet Digital Studios에서 전화를 겁니다. 나는 여기 입장에 대해 y/f/n과 이야기하기 위해 전화하고 있습니다. 다시 전화해 주시면 감사하겠습니다. 안녕.”

(A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I kind of threw some things together hoping that they’d work. Wasn’t really sure what I wanted each member to gift to the reader, but I hope it makes sense. Anyways there’s more to come!)

((A/A/N: I forgot to add the translations in.

Blue- “Thank you so much Lee Know. I love it so much and I will take very good care of it.”

Green- “You’re welcome.”

White- “Hi, I’m calling from MNet Digital Studios. I’m calling to speak with Y/F/N about a position here. If you could please call us back. Bye.” ))

82 notes · View notes

survivalist-anon · 3 months ago

Text

Log 30: All Hell Breaks Loose Prt3: "Raven in Vegas" Finale

What had felt like a silent eternity had only been a short 30 seconds. Wick had turned to again see the damage Selene had beautifully inflicted on Sleen.

His head was slumped back, a squelching cracking couplled with the clicking of his neck vertebra had sent chills down Wick's spine. Something he hadn't felt in years since coming to Earth.

"y00010101-u th-111100101nk....that w-1010110101ll...st-01010101p.....", as his head lowered down, the open wound had healed with the skin tones of the guards he had killed, replacing his once beady drown eye with a pale blue one from one of his unwilling victims, "mmMMMMMEEEAAAAARRRRRAAHHHH!", he fury was now boundless.

Tightening his grip on his combat knife, he knew this would be a death worth fighting for. "You! El Nino right?!". He called out to Alejandro, not knowing his real name.

El Nino was readying himself for a fight, he looked to Wick. "Si?!", he gruffly responded.

"You're unarmed and have no armor. There's a agency heading out this way. I would hate to know they've captured another Astartes. Traitor or not ....You must return to your master....", Wick had noticed Alejandro's willingness to help, assuming the old man who had intended to purchase him was his handler. "I shall finish this myself."

The sound of the helicopters from the foundation had become audible, like the looming moan.

With a nod, Alejandro knew that Wick's observation was reason enough for him to safely return to Señor Mateo. "Adios cuervo....", he bolted to the garage entrance to warn Señor Mateo.

It was just Wick and Sleen now.

His two hearts were steadily beating, he knew this was the moment. He put back his helmet, a dark knight ready to slay the beast that has been plaguing the innocent for years. Now manifested in its full hideous form.

"GANGWAY!", suddenly the scraggled battlecry of Gus had interrupted the blast of a bazooka missile heading straight towards Sleen's chest, blasting a sizable hole of gore and wires.

Although still very much alive, Sleen was now very much in a lot of unimaginable pain.

Wick, nearly feeling like he's just had a heart attack that stopped one of his hearts, turns around to see the rest of the gang. "BILHARD!"

"It would be a failed mission without you.", he sternly replied with a sly grin.

"I say we let the foundation handle that walkin junkyard! Let's make like a tree a leave!", Gus enthusiasticly loads another shot.

Joe, sensing the foundation is already close, "hey uh can your buddy here take the shot? Because we should have been GONE by now.".

Moors giving a fantastic grin, "No worries.", he presses a button on his belt, sending a signal to Tulio in the transport bus.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~`

Staying behind has proven to be a rather interesting decision for Tulio, holding a camera, he records the various people leaving the facility in a haste, including the rich patrons who had been doing some under the table dealings. "Oooooh Señor Governor of Texas, yous 'bout to get famous.", pointing to a set of other of Sleen's patrons. Recording not only evidence of what had been happening but plenty of black mail material. He then notices a familiar vanta black truck. An inconspicuous one that wouldn't have been traced back to anyone...but the Guadalajara cartel. "What the?". His phone begins to ring, picking it up, he can tell it was from a 'Tio 'Teo', "si?", he answers the call.

"~Ah, buenas noches pollito. I would suggest you leave as soon as possible. I can imagine your mama would be very upset with me if you are taken away forever.", a grandfatherly voice emanated from the phone.

"What the? Tio?! What are y-", the call abruptly ended. As Tulio contemplated this warning, he had noticed that there had been helicopters and trucks heading this way, one of which was dangerously close to the bus. Thinking fast, he sent a distress signal to Moors via labeled button on the dashboard. Clicking it had activated a rather strange means of cloaking. The entire vehicle itself had crudely cloaked itself as a mock-up of the same transport vehicles as the facility and question. ".....Moors you have to be fucking with me ...."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

With the gnashing of scrap metal and rising of slithering cables now moistened with the blood of what likely was 20 security guards. Sleen attempts to crawl towards the others. He lets out a long mechanical hiss, ladened with an industrial chemical smell, not too dissimilar to diesel. "W1111CK!!!! 111'M C0000101M1111IN6 T000 666R1100100101N41010101". What was ever left of Sleen, had be silenced, now only leaving behind a mechanical fury.

The gang were locked and loaded, ready to take their shots, if only if it were to make for more time of Tulio, "Aaaaany second would be optimal....", Moors groaned impatinatly.

Sleen crawling, leaving long gashes in the pavement of the garage, lunges forward, as if time had stopped......only to repeat the glorious 'divine hand' that had blinded Sleen's eye before, now came in the form an anti-tank missal, bullseye.

It was Tuilo, "HEY!!! THIS TRUCK IS AWESOME, MOORS YOUS A SPARE TRUCK????", filled with the gleeful adrenaline of pressing a big red button that just so happens to launch an admittingly, "pretty cool" rocket.

Moors stood there slightly puzzled, grateful, but puzzled. "Wait a darn minute, I don't recall putting that missile in the truck...", he grumbled a bit to himself as the other quickly scramble on to the truck.

Gus nudged his shoulder, "aw shucks, you 'meber that time back at Tulsa? Lets just say 'dem fed boys won't miss a genuine Class A, United States produced Anti-Tank missile.", he grinned.

Moors paused for a few seconds, "Oh the one with those pair of twins? You better be calling them occasionally, I distinctly remember one of them fancied you.".

"Y'ah mean Gwenny? Oh sweet gal passed a bit ago sadly, her sister Jennet doesn't seem to mind", Gus over the years has had a few moments that most men would be jealous of. If their charm consisted of being one of the most resourceful preppers and alien experts.

"LETS MOVE IT FOLKS, MISSION ACCOMPLISH IF WE GET OUT OF HERE NOW!", Bilhard waved for the others. Like a trained team, all members of this reluctant rescue mission got into the truck safely, packed in like sardines but better in the truck than running on foot. Moors headed to the driver's seat, "pardon me", as Tulio made space for him, moving to the passenger's seat.

The truck revved it's engine, burning rubber as it speeds up from the underground garage and into the Nevada desert. Nearly scraping two of the facility's containment units and a few members.

"STOP RIGHT THERE IN THE NAME OF THE SC-", just before facility guard could finish, a loud roar admitted from the garage again, Sleen was down but not out. Suddenly, priority had shifted the more immediate threat. "ALL UNITS TO GARAGE, AN ANAMOLOUS ENTITY HAS BEEN SPOTTED!", calling on the radio.

The truck was now father away from the site, seemingly out of reach. Wick looks to the camera system, looking throughout the horizon for Selene's headlights....she has escaped....but now she and Wick were separated...."....Au revoir, mon clair de lune."...he slumped down in his seat, not excused but deeply heartbroken, with the hope they will meet again. He looks to Bilhard, almost like a child who had been picked up by his parent's from school for causing trouble.

Bilhard's expression hadn't changed from the stern he has had the time being. "It is good to have you back safely, but you have a lot to answer for Wick. Insubordination, risking the existence of Fort Dorn, embarrassing the Imperium with perfo-", a light tap on his shoulder had just about paused his grilling.

"Give the boy a rest, he's learn his lesson." interrupted by Sten, who could see the stakes for Wick were particular.

Giving the situation some thought, Wick had recklessly acted out of something most Astartes struggle to obtain in its most sincere form....it is not part of the codex, but it is part of something that had been buried in many of them....before their changes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Back at the Los Vegas strip, a lone Alpha Legionnaire waits nonchalantly for someone to finish their call. As a distraught business man hangs up his phone, sweating at the thousands of dollars he had lost in the night's game and passing by him as if the nearly 7ft tall marine was invisible, the marine gently squeezes himself in the cramped booth, shuffling through his little bag. Pulling out a $1.25 for the call, waiting for someone to answer the line.

"Hello~? Robertson residence, this is Susan speaking", a friendly coo gracefully cracked through the old booth's reception.

"Hello honey? It's me, Alphie, I am so sorry I didn't get back to you last Thursday (this was 3 nights ago) guys at the office convention got me all tangled up in a fine mess. First, Robert, you know from accounting, had forgotten his medication at the hotel, then that Fredrick convinced us to take a short cut, obviously we wanted to grab a burger out of town and before you can say "gadzooks", we all got in trouble with some roughhousers from the Tap co. operations team from Maryland. What a bunch of rascals. Again my sugar booger I'm so sorry I didn't get back to you.", he assured his wife.

"~Oh sweetiepoo, don't worry I understand. You go on such long business trips take such a long time. I am just happy your safe. Oh by the way, Billy has a soccer game this Saturday, and Milly has that science fair project she's still working on, I'm helping her out but I can't for the life of me remember where I put that darn drill.", Susan replied.

"Oh I believe its in the garage, my toolbox should next to the tool cabinet, anyway, I heading on the first flight home in the morning pumpkin, tell the kids daddy's coming home.", 'Alphie" joyfully responded.

"Oh that's wonder dear, have a great flight sweetie~kisses.", as his wife hangs up the call, a sigh of relief hisses from his lips. "oh thank the throne, I get to go home. Better pick up a gift or two for the kids. Oh almost forgot, thank goodness they didn't take this", taking out a large golden wedding band and placing back on his finger, he strolls back to one of the casinos to pack up for the trip back home.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Back at Gus's hideout, the marines get situated with their gear. Some preparing to say their goodbyes.

Wick giving Tulio a gentle handshake, "It has been a pleasure getting to know you and the others back at the casino. I'm certain they will find worthy enough replacements for me and Selene.".

"N'ah its ok amigo, besides, I am pretty sure the casino is already making some changes to the performance roster as we speak. And don't worry about Selene, I'll see if I can recontact her and you two will be in Paris in no time.", Tulio assured Wick.

"Now that your little tantrum is over Wick. You will return back to base, where you will have debrief with Aldercon. I am certain he would like to have a long conversation about your.....behavior.", getting back to business was something Bilhard had a near artistic talent for. He hadn't forgotten why they had come to Los Vegas to begin with. Wick, was more than prepared for his dressing down.

"Oh all right, its not like as if 'grilling' is going to solve anything.", Wick smugly replied.

Cahrilo quickly interjected as he had finished loading the bus with the rest of some items, "Oh, you mean the 'Hot Box'? Nope, we fixed that weeks ago, it's working up to 200 degrees now.".

The solemn realization that the dressing down he had hoped for is starting to sound like as if he was going to be dressed down like a Sanguinalia Day goose. ".....goodie.....".

Sten and Toke had just finished loading the truck, Cahrilo was checking on any new issues before heading down the road, Moors and Gus were having their own personal discussion a little aways from the bus, clearly it is a bit tense and quite. As for Joe, he was gathering some items Gus let him have; Clothes, important extraterrestrial meteorites (funky looking rocks) and a book written by his favorite science fiction writer Juelz Vern. He seemed a bit lost, not even sure what to do.

"Joe, are you ready to leave with us?", Sten asked him from the bus.

Joe was theoretically free for now, "....um...how well hidden is this place?", he asked with feigned curiosity.

"Outside from the world's most out of place concrete wall, its non too out of the ordinary from an abandoned military facility...", Toke peaks from the back of the bus.

Contemplating this, he nods his head, "Ok then, I guess I coming along."

Later as the bus heads up to the surface and prepares to drive off, Gus has a few parting words of wisdom for the squad.

"Gentlemen! It has been an honor to have y'all by my side in a intergalactic shootout in Vegas! Moors, have a safe drive, and remember, THE LONG ROAD TO THE STARS WILL ALWAYS GUIDE Y'ALL!", shouting with joy and enthusiasm, he takes out a kazoo to give the team a send off, playing the X-Files theme. Tulio, reluctantly standing next to him, wondering if Gus will give him a ride back to town.

The team waves Gus goodbye, Moors remorsefully having to respect Gus's wishes to stay in Nevada. "Gus, please be breathing next time I get you.", whispers like a prayer under his breath.

Joe, Wick, Toke and Sten had watched Gus from the back monitor as his continued playing until the sounds of a plastic kazoo faded quickly. "Quirky fellow ain't he?", Joe loudly thought.

"Yep", Toke dryly commented back, "Well, mission accomplished, I wonder how the lass and lad are doin?"

Sten, relieved that the mission had been finished within the week, he couldn't help but feel there was still something waiting for them back in Pine Hills. "Toke, remind me to brief with Fjord on what we had witnessed, if these humans have been using Astartes in such ways.....perhaps Aldercon may have some insight on it."

A somewhat gentle yawn aminated from Cahrilo, "I have to say that wasn't as bad as I imagined, but this is surly something for us to keep tabs on, right Bilhard?", nudging him in the shoulder.

Bilhard, stoic as usual, had nodded in agreement. "Yes. This mission has highlighted a concern of a few others back at base.....what is happening away from our sight....if others are in the same situation...the foundation's unexpected entrance was too close for my comfort...someone must have alerted them....but how...", his thoughts were racing, already attempting to put the pieces together. How did this underground gladiatorial ring go wrong in all the right ways for them? Who contacted the foundation.....he glanced at Joe...who never mentioned which chapter was he from. There had been cases in the past that corrupted marines looked identical to uncorrupted ones....was Joe one of them? If so, why hasn't he strike yet? If not...why keep it a secert?

A peaceful silence had creeped with the bus. Everyone deflating from the insanity of the past two nights.

Suddenly a little hiss of a sigh slide out from Joe's lips, "....I wonder what's playing on the radio...", he looks to Cahrilo who was next to a radio, turning it on to the local news.

"This is Maggie Hines with Los Vegas's 108.6 VOICE OF VEGAS live at the Paris Casino, with the recent disappearance of the two leading roles of headline performance, now canceled until further notice, we're here live with a ugh Mr. Green? Was that right?

"Oi dats korrect Miss Maggie, i, Gazzlegotz Green, will be replac'n Mr. Sleen, 'oo i 'ad no involvement ‘n his kurrent…ugh 'displosalment' so ta speak. I shall be headlin'n a new produktion, i kalled it "Gork an’ Mork on ice: Da Thrillsation uv da WAAARRRRRGGGG. It will be a musical performance start'n some bill'n performaz ya see. It will have passion, drama an’ most importantly, a propa an’ meaningful message.", an unfortunally familar voice had graveled its way into the once peaceful silence

"Wow that sounds epic! I can't wait to see it, ladies and gentlemen this sounds like its going to be a blast. Several of the old production's teams has signed a Hollywood contract for their show will be moved later to Anaheim, California later in the year. This has been the latest in 108.5 VOICE OF VEGAS."

*click*

The squad stayed silent.

"WAS THAT A FUCKING OR-", Moors shouted from the driver's seat.

"JUST DRIVE!" all shouting in unison.

End of Log 30

@kit-williams @barn-anon @egrets-not-regrets @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @walking-natural-disaster @starfrost740 @squishyowl @sleepyfan-blog @lawnchair86 @synfiction

#space marine husbandry #warhammer 40k #space marine #survival log #space marine husbandry sentience #long story #ongoing series #writters on tumblr #scifi #science fiction #I'm back #imperial fists #raven guard #space wolves #orks40k

17 notes · View notes

burntsaltsblog · 8 months ago

Text

tw: death and blood

Chapter Eight

"Stay here," Butcher instructed sternly as he hastily pulled on his clothes and checked that his gun was fully loaded.

"No," I argued, rising from the bed to slip on my jeans that had been previously abandoned on the floor.

Butcher whipped around to face me, his brown eyes blazing. "Jo, I swear to god, if ya try to follow me, I will handcuff you to the bedpost."

"I'd like to see you try," I challenged, crossing my arms.

Butcher pinched the bridge of his nose before crossing the room in a few long strides and placing his hands on my shoulders.

"What did I tell ya earlier?" He shook me gently.

My brows creased in confusion. "Billy, what are you talking about?"

"Blimey, petal, what did I tell ya earlier? What did we talk about?"

"Uh, I don't know." I shook my head as I wracked my brain for Butcher's words from earlier that night. "Our future? The fucking house in the country? How you want me to have your babies-"

"Exactly," Butcher cut in, his voice earnest as he gazed at me intently. "Why, on God's greenest and bloodiest earth, would I send the future mother of my children into a possibly perilous situation?"

I opened and closed my mouth several times as I tried to summon different angles from which to dispute his point of view.

"No, love. You ain’t fightin’ this. Now, are ya gonna be a good girl and lock yourself in the bathroom, or am I gonna need to get out the cuffs and do this the hard way?"

I knew Butcher's threat was legitimate. Not too long ago, he’d nicked a pair of handcuffs off a cop and kept them should he need them in a hostage situation.

"Fine," I grumbled, having to restrain myself from giving him both middle fingers as I pivoted toward the bathroom.

"You'll be gettin’ a reward later, princess," Butcher declared as he followed me on my heels.

"Yeah, whatever." I glared as we stood on opposite sides of the bathroom threshold.

Butcher couldn't hide his amusement from my displeasure. "Dontcha pout, doll, or your mouth will stay like that," he teased, tracing my frown with his finger, but that only made it deepen as my eyes narrowed at him.

"Fuck off and find out what the noise was so I don't have to play stow away all day long," I snapped, shutting and locking the door in his face.

I could hear his continuous snickering on the other side of the wood as he exited the room, no doubt shutting the door behind him.

I paced the length of the small washroom, swearing at Butcher as I spoke to myself to pass the time. Who knew agreeing to be that British asshole's girlfriend meant that I'd be running from danger instead of embracing it head-on as I'd always done since joining The Boys.

There wasn't a clock in the bathroom, so I had no way of calculating how long Butcher had been gone. But after what felt like an eternity, I heard someone burst through the bedroom door as Butcher’s voice rang out, and his fist pounded on the bathroom door.

"Open up, doll. We gotta go!"

"What are you talking about? What's going on?" I panicked as I unlocked the door and swiftly swung it open.

"No time for a fuckin’ Q&A, sweetheart," Butcher said gruffly, taking me by the arm and hauling me back into the bedroom. "Pack your shite."

I watched in perplexity as Butcher yanked open his drawer of the white wood dresser and haphazardly bunched his clothes in his fists, hurling them into his duffel bag.

After tossing in his extra guns and a few hand grenades on top of his clothes, he zipped the bag shut before turning to look at me, surprised and clearly distressed due to the fact that I was just standing there, observing him and not packing like he had instructed me to do.

“Oi, what the hell are ya waitin’ for? The second comin’ of Christ? We’ve gotta get the fuck outta here.”

“I’m not moving a single muscle until you tell me why,” I asserted ardently.

Butcher breathed out a laborious breath before retrieving my bag from under the bed, opening up another drawer of the dresser—the one filled with all of my belongings, and dumping the entirety of its contents into my bag.

“We’ve been burned,” he informed me before striding into the bathroom, returning momentarily with our hygiene products, most of them being mine.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I grabbed my moisturizer, toothpaste, and mouthwash from Butcher, taking over the packing process. “How could we have been burned again? We haven’t gone outside in weeks. I’ve barely even looked out the window.”

“How should I know?” Snapped Butcher, slamming both dresser drawers shut.

“Ok, Butcher, walk me through what happened down there. How do you know we’ve actually been burned again?”

Butcher marched the length of our room, making sure nothing was left behind before he faced me, looking somber.

“Ed’s dead.”

All the blood drained from my face as I looked at Butcher in shock.” What are you talking about?”

“I found him in his chair behind the front desk. His back was facin’ the door, so he didn’t know they was aimed at him.”

“That what was aimed at him?” I asked shakily, not entirely sure that I wanted to know the answer.

“The lasers.”

My stomach dropped, and I fought the bile that rose in my throat. “Do you think it was Homelander?”

“If It wasn't the blonde cunt, then it was somebody else with the same vile mutation.”

My breaths shortened as Butcher continued. “But I guess that our favorite bloody bimbo has found us, and that’s exactly why we have to get the fuck outta here.”

I nodded, wiping away a stray tear that cascaded down my face. I swung my bag over my shoulder, and Butcher quickly did the same. We walked towards the bedroom door before I stopped short, dread filling me. “Wait. How do we know the psycho isn’t still here?”

“I searched every room after I found Ed.”

I bit my lip as my nerves simmered just under my skin.

“That doesn’t mean he’s not here. We might find him levitating over the roof when we get outside,” I muttered as I threw open the door, but not before pulling out my pocket knife, freshly polished and sharpened for a fight.

“Well, that’s why we have these, aye?” Butcher referred to my knife and the gun that he held steadily in his hand.

“It’s not like they’ll do much damage.”

We shared an uneasy silence, but I was convinced it wasn’t because Butcher was purposefully ignoring me but more like he was purely focused on sweeping the hallway and eliminating the idea of a potential threat.

“Get behind me,” Butcher demanded.

“You’re the one who implied Homelander wasn’t even here anymore, so I don’t think that’ll be necessary.”

“I don’t give a flyin’ fuck whether or not the stupid twat is here—you should still let me go first,” Butcher insisted as I beat him to the staircase, descending the single flight ahead of him.

I heard his displeased rumblings was about to make a snide comment to shut him up, but every snarky word I had died on my tongue when I caught sight of Ed behind his desk.

As Butcher had said, he was sitting down, facing away from the door, and the hole in his throat, courtesy of Homelander’s lasers, was evident.

“Come on, love. We got to go,” Butcher urged me impatiently, placing an arm around my shoulders as he tried to guide me out the door.

“We need to bury him,” I said, trying to walk over to Ed’s lifeless motionless body. But Butcher’s grip tightened, holding me back.

“No, sweetheart, we don’t got time. Homelander could be blowin’ this place to bits any moment.”

I finally struggled out of Butcher’s clutch and ran behind the front desk, walking around Ed’s chair until I was in front of him.

I shoved my knife in my back pocket and clenched my fists. My nails dug into the palms of my hands, and I welcomed the blood that trickled down my wrists. It was a much-needed distraction from the lifeless look in Ed’s eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

My voice was hoarse, but I forced the words out anyway.

“You were so kind to us. And this is how we repaid you.”

We weren’t the ones to sear a hole in his neck, but we had drawn Homelander here. So, as inadvertent as it was, we were still responsible, and the guilt was all-consuming, rocking me to my core.

I knelt on my knees, and I reached to grasp one of Ed’s hands. It was still warm.

“It’s all our fault, and I’m so sorry we weren’t here to protect you. Because that’s what you deserved. You deserved to have us take care of you after you spent so much of your time taking care of us.”

My shoulders shook, and I could no longer hold in the sobs that clawed their way out of my mouth. Boots thumped on the floor behind me before I felt Butcher's warm embrace as he lifted me to stand, murmuring in my ear.

“Hey, I’ve got ya. It’s ok, I’ve got ya.”

My legs felt unusually weak, and I was grateful Butcher was there. If it weren’t for him, I would’ve collapsed on the floor by now as grief and self-reproach infiltrated my body.

“I’m sorry, petal. I know you’re upset, but the longer we stay here, the longer we put our own lives at risk.”

With shaking hands, I wiped my tears and mumbled “Ok” so Butcher would know I’d heard him. But I had one more thing I had to do before we left. If we couldn’t bury him, I needed to make sure someone else would.

I stumbled to the desk behind Ed’ slumped form and reached for the small landline he’d kept there. I dialed 911, and put the phone to my ear, listening to the steady ring.

“What the bloody hell are ya doin’?” Butcher growled as he tried to wrench the phone from me.

I swatted his hand away and cleared my throat as someone answered.

“911. What is your emergency?”

I lowered my voice and prayed the person on the other end of the call was competent enough to catch everything I said as I quickly spoke.

“I need to report a death. 306, Webster Rd. Haverhill, New Hampshire.”

I pressed the End button, cutting off the connection, and avoided looking at both Ed and Butcher as I readjusted the bag on my shoulder and headed for the door.

“Let’s go.”

The late November air stung my face, and I felt Butcher’s all-encompassing presence right behind me, no doubt mentally cursing me for not allowing him the chance to venture outside first.

I retrieved my knife and held it firmly as my eyes raced over the side street on which the small bed and breakfast sat. The ground was coated in a thick layer of snow thanks to the blizzard from earlier in the evening, and there was a sense of peace that floated around this part of Haverfield. If only the other residents knew of the horror that had ensued inside this picturesque bed-and-breakfast.

After determining that no supes were lurking in the shadows, I inched down the narrow sidewalk, and that’s when my eyes landed on Butcher’s old Cadillac. To the naked eye, the vehicle looked untouched, but that wasn’t enough to convince me.

“Stay here,” Butcher barked, already passing me on his way to the car, not giving me a chance to rebuke his command.

I scowled, but it didn’t hinder my ability to be alert as I watched every single one of Butcher’s movements as he trudged through the dense snow.

With his gun at the ready, the safety lock having been already flicked off, Butcher peered through each window, circling the vehicle as if it was a ticking time bomb. But knowing Homelander, it very well could be.

Butcher pulled his keys from the pocket of his trench coat and unlocked his Cadillac before easing the door open. He ducked his head inside and then settled the rest of his body in the driver’s seat.

I was about to call out with the intention of warning him not to start the car, but I was too late, and the engine roared to life. The headlights blinded me, and I threw an arm over my face to protect my eyes.

“Come on then, love. We don’t got all night.”

Unsure, I tip-toed through the snow and reached the passenger side, hesitantly opening the door.

“Are you sure it’s safe?” I asked, untrusting of the vehicle that could’ve easily been tampered with.

“Yes, doll. M’sure.”

“But what if it explodes while we’re both inside? For all we know, Homelander could be behind a tree somewhere, waiting to press the button.”

Butcher opened his mouth to respond, but both of our attentions were pulled towards a siren that wailed in the distance.

“Marvelous, that’s the authorities.” Butcher groaned before rolling his eyes. “Look, love, unless you wanna be caught at the scene of a crime, then ya better climb in.”

I eyed Butcher as l gnawed on my lower lip, feeling the dry skin rip away.

“I promise you, it’s safe. I’d never put ya in harm’s way.”

I still wasn’t convinced, and my neck craned over the roof of the Cadillac as I caught sight of the unmistakable red of a police cruiser’s cherry.

“Fuck me,” Butcher swore, having enough of my reluctance, and tugged me into the car without a thought of my feelings.

“Butcher-“

“Shut your trap. I just saved us both from bein’ taken into custody for a murder that we didn’t commit.”

With some difficulty due to the road that had yet to be shoveled, Butcher put the car in reverse and backed out before turning the wheel and zooming forward down the street.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, they’re gonna pass us,” Butcher noted as the police car sped down the opposite side of the street.

I leaned forward, but Butcher placed a hand on my head, gruffly pushing me down.

“Oi, scoot your bum down, or else they’ll see ya.”

I whined in protest but didn’t fight him and stayed tucked down in the seat. The scarlet lights flashed aggressively, filling the otherwise dark Cadillac. The bright hue danced over Butcher’s face, but he stayed stoically staring forward, apart from when he glanced in the review mirror to watch the car as it was now behind us.

“They’re pullin’ into the Inn.”

“Good. They’ll take care of Ed.”

“That’s what you think. In reality, they’ll open an investigation for a murder they’ll never be able to solve.”

I furrowed my brows as I sat up straighter. “Well, what was I supposed to do, huh? Just leave him there to rot? He deserves better, and you know that. Besides, he mentioned having a great-niece who lives in Idaho, so this way, he’ll be laid to rest by family.”

Butcher sighed, shaking his head as he slammed his foot down on the gas, throwing me against the dashboard as we sped through a yellow light and entered one of the main roads in town.

“For fuck’s sake, put on your seatbelt,” Butcher scolded me, reaching across my body to draw the protective material across my chest.

“I can do it myself,” I complained, yanking the seatbelt from him and latching it at the bottom of my seat. “Where are we going anyway?”

“Wherever the highway takes us, doll.”

“How terribly specific of you.”

Butcher snorted, not bothering to use his turn signal as he turned onto the first highway entrance ramp he found. “We’re going to Canada, alright? The best thing to do right now is hide out with MM and Hughie.”

“Do you plan on whipping up some fake passports so we can get across the heavily secured border?” I asked skeptically.

“Actually, I already have ‘em right here.” Butcher patted the breast pocket of his earthy green Hawaiian shirt.

My face must have been full of surprise because Butcher chuckled, placing a hand on my thigh, squeezing gently. “You should start trustin’ Daddy more, love. He’ll always take care of his girl.”

I was about to spread my legs, inviting Butcher to move his hand up to a more desirable location, but then his phone rang, and he pulled his hand away to shove it into his pocket, quickly retrieving the device.

“Speak of the devil,” Butcher said before answering the phone. “MM, how lovely to hear from ya. As a matter of fact, we was gonna come visit-“

Butcher was cut off, and I didn’t miss his slight intake of air as he listened to MM chatter on the other end of the line.

“Fuckin’ hell.” Butcher swerved the vehicle, taking us over the small chunk of grass onto the other side of the freeway while the tires squeaked in protest.

“Butcher, I don’t think you’re supposed to do that,” I warned as we rocked back and forth, going over the soft terrain. One hand was braced against the window, and the other squeezed Butcher’s bicep, both in fear and anguish.

“Hold on to your tits, love,” Butcher announced as the car plopped down onto placement, and he ignored every speeding sign known to mankind, going close to 90 miles per hour.

“Yeah, ok,” Butcher said as he resumed his intense conversation with MM. “Yep, I agree. We’re headed there now. Oh, us? We’re fine. Cool as cucumbers we are.”

“Butcher, what’s going on?” I asked, worried. But he disregarded my question.

“Do whatever you have to do to get across the bloody border, aye? Nuke every single guard there is. All that matters is getting you and Hughie back to the city so we can finish this once and for all.”

With that, Butcher hung up and tossed his phone into the backseat.

“Billy, what the fuck is going on?” I asked again, with more urgency.

“Turns out, they’ve all been burned as well. Even Frenchie and Kimiko.”

Butcher’s voice rose as he cursed several times, hitting the steering wheel and making the car swerve into another lane.

I yelped as I grabbed the wheel myself to steady the car, my heart racing at Butcher’s outburst.

“Christ, I’m sorry, darlin’. M’sorry. Didn’t mean to lose me temper like that,” Butcher apologized, drastically slowing down until the Cadillac was going a reasonable 65 miles per hour.

“It’s fine,” I mumbled, peeling my hand off of the wheel as Butcher regained control of himself and the car.

Butcher’s eyes bounced between my face and the road ahead as he continued his apology, dwelling on his loss of temper. “I really didn’t mean to do it, doll.”

“Yeah, I know, I know.” I waved my hand dismissively.

I didn’t speak again until the feeling of Butcher staring at the side of my head became too much.

“Honestly, Butcher, it’s fine. I promise. Besides, it’s not like you’ve never gotten angry before.”

“But that’s just it,” Butcher replied, despair lacing his voice. “I don’t wanna get angry no more. I don’t wanna be known as some manky wanker who loses his shite at the drop of a hat or drowns his sorrows in whiskey.”

Butcher slowed the car even more so he could look at me.

“I wanna be someone who is deservin’ of you. When we go out together, I don’t want ya to be ashamed to be seen with me.”

“Butcher, where is all of this coming from?” I inquired, concerned as I shuffled in my seat to better look at him. “Why on earth would you ever think I’d be ashamed for people to see us together?”

When Butcher didn’t respond and instead plastered his eyes on the yellow and white lines ahead, I resumed talking in an effort to convince him of his delusions.

“Butcher, I love you, ok? I would be proud to be seen with you. In fact, all I want is to go out with you and watch every girl as they glare at me with jealousy because they know you’re mine.”

Butcher kept up his silence, but I didn’t blame him. He wasn’t very good with expressing his emotions, and after everything he’d shared with me lately, including in this conversation, I knew he had reached his limit on disclosing his feelings.

But in his own way of accepting my declaration, he placed his hand back on my leg, and I placed my hand over his, running across the prominent veins that I loved so much.

I turned on the radio, and the speakers roared to life— producing a song that felt a little too relatable at the moment: Living on a Prayer by Jon Bon Jovi.

The irony was too intense, and I was thankful when the melody changed, transitioning into Piano Man by Billy Joel. A smile crossed my face as the familiar sound of the harmonica filled the air, reminding me of my closest friend, Hughie.

It felt like an eternity since I last saw him, and I was anxious to end the streak. I desperately needed someone to talk to about everything, and Hughie was always so willing to listen and offer advice that he hoped was helpful.

“So, where exactly in the city are we meeting?” I ventured, hoping to get a little bit of information about our destination.

“Don’t know yet, but MM said that since Frenchie is the closest, he’ll be the one to scope some places out.”

I made a simple noise of acknowledgment before focusing on Billy Joel’s voice as I leaned my head against the headrest, staring at the dark pavement that was illuminated by Butcher’s headlights.

According to my phone, it was almost three in the morning, and I couldn’t ignore the intense Deja vu I felt. It was only a few weeks ago that Butcher and I had jumped in the car and headed to an unknown location in the middle of the night.

“Everythin’ will be ok,” Butcher pledged quietly.

“I know.”

I let my eyes shut, falling into a light sleep as the wind blew outside the window, and I hoped that whatever safe house Frenchie found this time wasn’t below a pawn shop.

₊ . ⋆ ⁺ ݃ ⁺ ⋆ . ₊ ₊ . ⋆ ⁺ ݃ ⁺ ⋆ . ₊ ₊ . ⋆ ⁺ ݃ ⁺ ⋆ . ₊ ₊ . ⋆ ⁺ ݃ ⁺ ⋆ . ₊ ₊ . ⋆ ⁺ ݃ ⁺ ⋆ . ₊

tag list: @weallhaveadestiny @im-nowhere-but-also-somewhere @mandossillyriduur @bluemerakis @karlurbanism @vavafaure1994

comment to be added to the rag list!🖤

abandoned masterlist

33 notes · View notes

chaos-of-the-abyss · 8 months ago

Note

This is what I mean when I say this fandom has an incredible Noldor bias and insists on twisting everything so the Feanorians come out looking as charitable as possible, because the accusations that Thingol/Dior/Elwing knew they'd be condemning the Feanorians to the Void to keep the Silmaril and it was therefore justified that the Feanorians attacked Doriath and Sirion rely on some truly nonsense assumptions. How would those three know about the oath? Even if they did hear that it was a thing, how would they have the information that the Feanorians believe they'll be sent to super hell if they don't get the Silmarils back? AND even if they somehow did have this info, the oath literally says the Feanorians will come for whoever comes in contact with the Silmaril, regardless of what they do with it afterwards. On top of all that, I've seen people claim that the Feanorians "begged" Thingol/Dior/Elwing to give them the Silmaril, which, lmfao. These people read Tumblr metas and decided that counted as reading the Silm.

i don't have much to add here anon, just a resounding "yeah." i mean, maybe thingol has heard about the oath through some hearsay from beren, who received vague tidbits from finrod, but regardless, that eternal damnation business is definitely not something he'd be aware of. doubtful that finrod, or anyone outside of the feanorians themselves and their followers, know about that. and it's even more nonsense to say that dior or elwing would have any way of hearing the details of the oath. and!!! like you said! i don't usually find myself including this in my arguments because, as i've said, thingol and dior and elwing wouldn't know what exactly the oath stipulates anyway -- but it quite literally says "neither law, nor love, nor league of swords, dread nor danger, not doom itself, shall defend him from feanor, and feanor's kin, whoso hideth or hoardeth, or in hand taketh, finding keepeth or afar casteth a silmaril." it doesn't matter what this person does afterward -- whether they keep or cast away a silmaril once they have it, the feanorians are going to go after them.

and as for that third point specifically -- that's the most egregious, imo. it's always hilarious to see people act like the feanorians were any iota of polite or diplomatic, let alone humbled themselves and begged, when dealing with thingol, or dior, or elwing. seriously, the way the word "unreasonable" is hurled at those three specifically is something else considering for whose defense the accusation is made in the first place. on the feanorians' part -- zero attempts at reparations made for the murder, kidnapping, and attempted rape. zero indications that they give a fraction of a fuck about any of the teleri. and from the perspective of the iathrim/inhabitants of sirion, zero indications that they are even decent enough people who would honor their own terms and leave doriath/sirion alone if the silmaril is surrendered. as per the text, straight up negative indications that they ever, lmfao, acted with any type of respect towards thingol or dior or elwing, all people whose family they have sorely wronged. towards thingol we get that they "reminded him of haughty words of their claim," and that their words were "proud and threatening." to dior we don't get specifics, but the text does say explicitly that they "sent to him to claim their own," which certainly doesn't make it sound like they were being tactful about it. to elwing and sirion they send messages "of friendship and yet of stern demand." begging? begging where? diplomacy where? attempts to acknowledge their wrongs and make even the barest offer of amends where? yet thingol and dior and elwing, the ones whose families were their victims -- the ones whose kin were murdered, kidnapped, and/or almost raped by them -- are the unreasonable and unfair ones. they are the ones who should have acted differently, and upon whom every bit of blame and culpability lies. the poor sad feanorians are tormented and tragic as they're forced to *checks notes* make good on their own oath to murder innocents which they chose to swear long before anyone other than morgoth was in possession of the silmarils. they tried sooo hard (except no they did not) but those big mean bigoted bullies thingol, dior, and elwing were just too mean and bigoted to listen to them and they had no other choice. they were forced to commit mass murder. boohoo.

so yeah, anon. "relies on some truly nonsense assumptions" is an accurate way to put it. nah, i'd say it's even a nice way to put it, because fucking stupid is what it is

33 notes · View notes