#i could go on about this movie and trust me it’s tempting

[inoankin]

watched Goncharov (1973) dir. Matteo JWHJ 0715 (NOT by martin scorsese) a couple days ago and have been stewing in my thoughts while tumblr rages on, but honestly my brain’s been obsessing over this film and i need to get it out of my system.

first, the big gay elephant in the room: andrey and goncharov. i know, it’s been said, i’ll make it quick. their dynamic was great—the slowly blossoming friendship as the work together more and more to the pure tragedy of the office scene, when goncharov is forced to choose the family over andrey. it’s heartbreaking. and you just KNOW he ain’t the same after that. the way he looks at katya outside, you just know.

and, also, katya. another heartbreaker. i love katya, she’s one of the best characters in the movie, just on personality alone. she’s a survivor, she’ll do anything to stay alive. unfortunately, that includes her untimely betrayal. on a second watch, the signs are all there—SHE appears just after joe’s caught in the car explosion. SHE bought the wristwatch for her brother valery. and she’s framed in the bookcase scene with the clock behind her head like a halo. it’s so interesting looking back and seeing all the hints, connecting all the dots.

i honestly think she could have done with a but more development, she only had one scene in the first twenty minutes, but i guess that’s what fandom is for. she’s developed past the screen through art and writing, i even found a poem once? i lost the link though. i’ll add it to the end of this post if i find it again.

i could go on and on about goncharov himself, but that’s been done a million times. all i will say is, the tragety surrounding his character, and the way he pushes through, even when faced by impossible challenges—there’s a reason he’s a fan favorite.

edit: found the poem!

[reysdriver]

Hey darlin'! I just saw your one-shots and i REALLY love them!! I need morr about Eddie with Hopper!Reader <33 Please!! A fluff or a smut where the Reader have to deal with her father. Hope you can answer. Have a nice day!! ✨️

-🩷

You and Eddie try to have a chill night in, but it's difficult when you have the world's most paranoid chief of police as a father — eddie x fem!hopper!reader fluff

warnings: none

words: 1.2k

a/n: thanks for submitting a request! I'm sorry it took so long, I've been so busy lately, and I'm sorry I couldn't figure out how to end it lmao but I really hope you like this fic!!

Even though your dad knew about you and Eddie dating, he was definitely not as okay with it as you would have hoped, but honestly more than you had expected. 

He had met Eddie a few times since he found out you were in romantic cahoots with the familiar criminal, and despite your fears, they had gotten along quite well despite their history and their differences. But no matter how many things they actually had in common, no father would fully trust Eddie Munson to be alone with his little girl. 

“Door open three inches!” Your dad called from the couch. “You know the rules!”

You rolled your eyes, standing up from the bed to open the door to Hopper’s liking. 

The door was open three inches, and you swore that it was the draft causing the door to move slightly, but you knew your dad would never believe you. 

“Seriously, Dad?” You asked him. 

“Rules are rules.” He confirmed. “If you don’t like it, then the boyfriend can go.”

You let out a heavy, dramatic sigh before returning to your boyfriend, who was currently sketching out a Dungeons and Dragons character based on you for his new campaign. 

Eddie looked up from his paper when you sat back down next to him. “You can do a lot with three inches, you know?”

You put a finger over his mouth—which he playfully tried to bite—and you shushed him while holding back a laugh at his incredibly stupid, albeit funny, joke. 

“He’s gonna hear you, and he’s gonna drag you out of here. Keep drawing.”

He put the finishing touches on his design, then let out a sound of satisfaction over it before turning the notebook so you could see it better. 

“I think I did pretty good.” Your boyfriend proclaimed. “She’s almost as pretty as you.”

Oh, how you lucked out with this mysterious dork. You thanked him by pressing a quick kiss on his cheek before your dad became suspicious of you two once again. 

“You think I should get it as some ink?” Eddie asked you. 

“Like, you want to get it tattooed?”

Eddie nodded, eyes going back and forth between you and the cartoon version of you that he just made. 

“Absolutely not.” You replied. 

“What? Why not? Do you not love me enough to let me tattoo you on me?”

He was ridiculous, staring at you with big, fake puppy dog eyes and a pleading lip. 

“Of course I love you, but as your girlfriend, I also need to stop you from doing stupid things.”

“What if I keep your tattoo separate from the creepy skulls and spiders?”

Well, that was an offer you almost couldn’t refuse. Even though it was tempting, you would never let him know that he can get to you like that, so you played it cool.

“Ask me again in a year.”

His face erupted into a devilish smile and he held his hands to his chest like a cartoon character in love. 

“I’m getting a tramp stamp of my girlfriend in a year!”

Before you could protest his proclamation, he pulled you into his arms in what you hoped was just a teasing gesture rather than a genuine expression of excitement for something you were certainly not going to let happen. 

Just a second later, your dad cleared his throat very pointedly, which practically frightened you out of your boyfriend’s arms. 

“El wants to watch a movie.” He announced. “Come watch with us.”

You sat up and shook your head lightly. “Um, no thanks, Dad. We’ll pass on that.”

Your dad raised an eyebrow and looked at Eddie’s arm around your waist. “You have something better to do?”

It was at that point that you knew him telling you about your sister and the movie was an order, not an invitation. You bit the inside of your cheek and luckily, Eddie spoke up before you could say something snarky. 

“A movie sounds great, chief. Count us in.”

“Good.” Hopper said curtly before turning around to the living room. 

Eddie stood up and started teasingly pulling you off the bed. You laid down and let out an annoyed groan, resisting his attempts to move you. 

“C’mon, babe, movie time.” Eddie encouraged. 

“It’s just gonna be The Wild Bunch. That’s one of their favourite movies and I know El’s been wanting to see it again lately.” You mumbled. “I’d much rather stay here with you.”

“Well, your dad might never let me back in your house if he thinks I’m trying anything with his daughter in the other room, so we have to. Plus, I like The Wild Bunch too.”

Your face formed an exaggerated frown as you finally got up off the bed. 

Eddie smiled and escorted you to the living room. And although you had just started to build up excitement within you for this movie night, it already got worse. 

El was in her favourite recliner—the VHS case for The Wild Bunch was on her lap, you called it—but your dad had plopped himself down in the exact middle of the couch. Not only did you have to watch a movie with your family instead of chilling with your boyfriend, but you couldn’t even sit next to him because your dad hates the idea of you having fun. 

Before you knew it, you were in a full on stare-down with the Hawkins chief of police. 

“Take a seat.” He said passive aggressively. 

“I want to sit next to Eddie, Dad. Could you move over?”

He shook his head. “I’m not falling for any of your tricks. I was a teenager once.”

“Yeah, like a thousand years ago.” You mumbled. 

The comment was quiet but your dad still heard it. 

“Careful, any attitude and I’ll assume it came from the moron and he won’t be allowed back in the house.”

You looked over at Eddie with a defeated expression on your face. He looked back at you, sympathetic and willing to comply—the latter was a complete switch from his normal mood.

Your boyfriend understood completely why your dad was worried about you and Eddie dating, but that didn’t mean he was happy about it. Of course, Eddie was willing to do whatever he could to seem like the boyfriend every parent would want for their daughter—he really was, some people just couldn’t look past the exterior shell to see it—so he held his tongue and went along with anything. 

The two of you sat down on opposite sides of the couch, separated by your relentless father. 

“Alright, El, play the movie.” Hopper said. 

He then leaned back and kept his eyes on the television in front of you all. 

Eddie soon caught your gaze from across the couch, and he stretched his arm behind his head, oh so conveniently placing it a few inches from your shoulder.

You grinned at him, keeping it subtle, and took his hand in yours. 

The two of you watched the rest of the film like that, holding hands in that slightly uncomfortable way, and the night wasn’t as insufferable as it seemed like it was going to be. All thanks to Eddie, of course.

[dreamescapeswriting]

Dancing In The Shadows ~ LF [MATURE WARNING]

CONTINUATION OF THIS PIECE

WORD COUNT: 5.4K

GENRE: mafia AU, hacker reader, felix technically kidnapping her, insta love (sorry but its fun to write hehe) enemies to lovers? Cute, fluffy, SMUT MINORS DNI, protected sex, public sex (kinda) links into the other stories too ehe

PAIRING: Felix X Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - February 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

Felix sat behind his imposing mahogany desk, his eyes fixed on you as you stood before him, pulling on the sleeves of your hoodie nervously as you waited for him to say something. You were the reason for his recent financial troubles...well, not really, Felix had more money than he knew what to do with but you'd been the one with the balls big enough to steal from him. The one who had infiltrated his bank accounts with such skill and finesse that even Felix had to admire your audacity. Felix wasn't stupid though, he'd done his research before he'd "hired" you, taking you from your boss with the impression he'd bring you back but it simply wasn't true.

Once he had you he simply wasn't going to just throw you back, you were a once in a lifetime catch and he wasn't dumb enough to drop that. In the hacking world, you were simply known as Firecracker. No one knew who you were by physical appearance but the jobs you would do told people what they needed to know. 

You stole from the rich to give to the poor, a real modern-day Robin Hood. If Felix wasn't so rich he would have been pissed off at you for trying it on him.

"You've got guts, I'll give you that," He finally spoke, his gravelly voice breaking the silence and making butterflies flutter inside of you, you hated them for it. Ever since he'd taken you from work you couldn't stop the tingles in your back or the butterflies whenever he'd touch you or speak to you. 

"Hacking into my accounts takes some serious skills. I should be mad, but I'm impressed." All things he'd already told you in the office but was going back over on his own, leaning forward he studied you closely. He wanted to know more about the elusive Firecracker that no law enforcement or underworld man had been able to catch. 

"So, what? You're going to kill me now?" You'd seen the man standing outside of his office with guns, he might have promised you a job when you were at work but who was to say it wasn't just some ploy to get you to go with him.

"I gave you my word. I take that seriously," Felix said as he leaned back in his chair, a sly grin playing on his lips as he watched you. While you were faking confidence he could see the nerves seeping out of you and it impressed him more than he would have liked to admit.

"I want you to work for me," He declared, you arched an eyebrow at him. 

"You've proven yourself to be quite the asset, and I could use someone with your talents, you already stated my computer security sucks...So fix it." He turned his desktop computer around and you blinked at the screen before turning back to face the man who was watching you closely.

"And if I refuse?" It wasn't like you had much of a choice but you wanted to know the repurcations.

"Then I'll have to resort to less pleasant methods of persuasion. But trust me, you'll find it much more lucrative to be on my payroll." Kissing your teeth a little you looked back at the computer. Despite your better judgment, you found yourself intrigued by the offer. You'd never worked for anyone but yourself in the security way before, but the idea of being affiliated with one of the most powerful crime families in the city was undeniably tempting.

"I have conditions." You weren't dumb, you were going to do this with rules in place. You'd seen enough movies and read enough articles about the underworld that you had to be prepared.

"I would be surprised if you didn't." A slight smirk played on his lips as he watched you scramble to think of something but he couldn't help but think about how beautiful you were, how cute he found it whenever you'd play with the sleeves of your shirt.

"I want full access to your network. I need to know everything about your system if I'm meant to be fixing it." He nodded at you, it was his full intention to give you anything you asked for. Hell, he'd give you a house and a more stable job if that was something you wanted from him.

"Okay. What else?" He got out a notepad, ready to write down a list of everything you wanted but you just stared at him,

"Lastly. Once I've fixed it, I'm out. No strings attached." The pen in his hand stilled as he stared down at the notepad, it had never occurred to him that you would want to leave but he nodded,

"Fine. But I have a feeling you'll want to stick around." He tried to make it seem as though he was joking but you shook your head.

"Nothing will make me stay, Mr Lee." You sounded so sure of yourself and maybe you were but now that Felix had you there was no way he was going to let you go so easily.

"Hmm. We'll see." He mumbled, getting up and readying his office for you to use.

With determination and skill, you set to work. You fortified Felix's digital defences, erecting layers of encryption and implementing state-of-the-art security protocols. It was insane how poor his security was for someone who was supposed to be the best of the best. You thought you would have been working alone but Felix watched you work the whole time. You spent every night in your own room in his huge house, the two of you would eat meals together giving you time to get to know each other which was something you were feeling unsure about.

The more time you spent with him the more you wanted to leave, growing attached to someone was never an option for you and getting attached to a criminal? Never. 

But Felix found himself falling for you and hard, every day you'd work he would watch you with a mixture of fascination and admiration, impressed by your intellect and resourcefulness.

But as the days turned into weeks and your job neared completion, Felix found himself growing reluctant to let you go. He had his men ruin some of your work so that you'd stay around longer but it was getting harder and harder to do that with how good your work was. He had grown accustomed to your presence, your sharp wit and unwavering confidence a welcome distraction from the monotony of his daily life.

You pushed your chair away from his desk, smirking to yourself. You were unbelievably proud of how well you'd done your job, despite the obstacles that had been thrown in the way. 

"I've fixed your security systems, Lix," You announced, Felix's smile dropped from his lips as he stared back at you. He knew this time would be coming but he thought he would have more time than this. 

"It's time for me to move on." You stretched in the chair, your heart breaking at the thought of leaving him but you weren't going to listen to it. Felix's heart sank at the thought of losing you.

"I- I still need your help," He stuttered a little, he hated that he was stuttering but you were the one person who turned him into a nervous wreck with just one look.

"I fixed everything Lix, everything is unbreakable." You weren't going to allow yourself to stay any longer, you'd already felt yourself falling and you wanted to stop it in your tracks.

"Firecracker...Come on, you're the best of the best. I need you around," He sounded desperate but he honestly didn't care, he didn't want you to leave. Not when he was so close to you now. As soon as you were gone he'd be alone and the thought of that terrified him.

"You'll find someone who's just as good." You shrugged, you knew people who could replace you and if he really wanted you could get him their names.

"I can't let you go." He said simply as the door to his office opened,

"You promised." Your voice was strained as you realised what he was going to do.

"I'm sorry."

"You said you kept your word!" You screamed as two of his men stood at the door, holding their guns another led you to the room you'd been staying in.

"I hate you!" You screamed at the door, Felix' stared down at the floor. He knew he could get you to like him, he just needed a little more time with you.

You were trapped, despite your skills, you'd been no match for Felix and his powerful organization. Reluctantly, you resigned yourself to your fate, knowing that you were at Felix's mercy.

It had been a few weeks since Felix had taken you in, every day you were forced to spend meal times with him. You hated him but at the same time, your heart was still falling for him, despite him taking you hostage. 

"Yn, you have to speak to me eventually," Felix stated as he watched you walk away from him. You'd spent most of the meals in silence, with Felix taking the conversations and talking about his day mostly. 

"Why? You want me to be some trophy in your grasp, trophies don't speak." You mumbled. It was the first time he'd heard you speak in weeks and even though it was a mumble it was music to Felix's ears. In the dimly lit confines of the home, tension hung heavy in the air as you turned on your heels to face him.

On one hand, you hated him for taking you but on another, he had taken you away from everything you hated about the real world. You were given the freedom to explore - with an armed guard by your side. You had no bills to pay, no responsibilities, it was nice...It would have been nicer if it hadn't been against your will.

"Yn, you have to understand," He pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation as he tried to justify his actions as if that was even possible. 

"I didn't take you hostage because I wanted to. I did it because... because I couldn't bear the thought of losing you." You scoffed a little, your eyes flashing with anger as you met his gaze, your fists clenched at your sides. He was unbelievable.

"That doesn't excuse what you did," You retorted, your voice sharp with reproach. 

"You can't just kidnap someone and expect them to forgive you because you're afraid of being alone." You grumbled at him, folding your arms across your chest, you weren't just going to forgive him for kidnapping you just because he gave you some piss-poor excuse.

Felix winced at your words, the weight of his guilt pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. He knew that he had crossed a line, and had violated the trust of the one person he cared about more than anything else in the world. Even though he'd barely known you, part of him knew the two of you were meant to be together and he wanted it to work more than anything.

But if he'd let you leave when you were supposed to, he never would have seen you again and this had been the only logical part his brain could come up with. 

"I know I messed up,"  He admitted, his voice thick with remorse, it was now or never to make it up to you. 

"And I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, I swear. But please, just give me a chance to prove that my feelings for you are real, that I'm not just some monster trying to control your life." Your anger softened slightly at his words, your heart aching with the weight of his confession. 

"I love you...I have a shitty way of showing it but I do." You blinked at him. Love? He barely knew you. 

"Your idea of loving me is to kidnap me and force me to stay against my will?" A pang of guilt shot through his chest as he stared at you.

"I'm sorry, Yn, I know I messed up and I'll do whatever it takes to make it right, but please...Just...Just give me a chance to prove to you my feelings are genuine." You wanted to believe him more than anything in the world but it was hard when everyone in your life had used love as a weapon.

"I want to believe you, Felix," You whispered, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

"But you have to understand that trust isn't something you can just demand from someone. It has to be earned, and right now, I'm not sure if I can ever trust you." Felix's heart sank at your words, the realization of his mistakes hitting him like a freight train. 

"I'll do whatever it takes," he promised, his voice trembling a little, he was willing to do anything to get you to agree to be his. 

"I'll make things right, I swear. Just please... please don't give up on me." You stared at him, biting the inside of your cheek as you thought about it.

"I'll have conditions." If you were going to give this a real chance then you were going to do it with your own conditions and speculations.

"Anything." He breathed out, relief sounding in his voice as you finally agreed to him.

"I want to go out more. Alone." You stated plainly, that all you wanted was time alone. Time to go out without someone watching your every move.

"Anything but that." He bit off a little, his tone unsure of what to make of that. What if you ran? What if you found a way out and never came back?

"You said you want me to trust you but you won't trust me," You snapped at him angrily, the anger bubbling over and finally spilling.

"Yn-"

"That's the only thing I want. Time alone." He sighed a little and rubbed the bridge of his nose, looking back to you before nodding.

"Fine. You'll come back?" You knew running would be useless but part of you didn't even want to run.

"I promise." You whispered as he watched you, his eyes narrowing a little as if he were trying to figure out if you were lying or not.

"There's a ball coming up. A charity one, you can go shopping for a gown and accessories." He told you,

"I don't have money," With that, he handed you a black car with a smile on his lips.

"Buy yourself something nice," You stared down at the black card. Oh, you were planning on buying something nice, but it wasn't just going to be one thing.

You found yourself decked out in silk and diamonds, courtesy of Felix's card that you'd kept on you ever since you'd gotten back from your little trip. Felix carefully walked you through the grand hall and smiled as he looked around, the event was in full swing as people began to mingle with one another. But you were the only person Felix wanted to spend all night talking to. Felix escorted you through the grand ballroom, all of these things had become to the same for him over the years but he would always make sure he came to them to donate a wealthy sum before leaving.

Only tonight, he wanted to stay. He wanted to take you out on the dance floor and show you off in the stunning dress you'd worn and let everyone know that you were his.

"This place is so beautiful." You gasped out, you couldn't believe your eyes. The opulent chandeliers cast a soft glow all over the room, soft music played through the hall and people chatted among themselves. 

"You look beautiful," He whispered in your ear, smiling to himself as he looked at you. Ever since you'd walked down to him that night he hadn't been able to keep his eyes off you, not that he ever did before. Your attention slowly turned to Felix who was dressed in a tailored suit, looking as handsome as ever.

"You look handsome," You whispered, part of you wanted to hate him for keeping you hostage but after almost maxing out his card - or so you'd hoped - you were starting to feel a lot better about everything.

Felix began to navigate through the crowds of people and the more you walked the more out of place you began to feel. All of the people in attendance were wealthy and powerful people, you were a hacker who had a chance incounter with a man worth more than you could possibly think about. The further you walked the more aware you were of the curious glances and whispered rumours that were being passed around. Felix didn't even seem fazed by them as he reached for a tray of champagne and handed one of them to you.

"To a wonderful night," He cheered to you, both of you drinking from your glasses until his phone started to ring inside of his pocket, smiling weakly he pulled it out.

"Hello...Yes, this is he," He mumbled into the phone before turning to look at you, and you smirked already knowing what the phone call was about.

"200K...Hmm," He hummed as he stared at you, he had to admit he was a little impressed with how much you'd managed to spend on the card he gave to you.

"No, not to worry. That wasn't fraud, just my future wife throwing a tantrum. Alright, thank you."

"Future wife?" You giggled a little as he licked his lips slowly and shook his head at you,

"200K? What did you even buy?"

"A whole computer system, a whole new wardrobe and some diamonds." You showed him the earrings you were wearing and he couldn't help but laugh to himself.

"You didn't give me a spending limit," You shrugged it off, you expected him to get mad but Felix was quite impressed. He never thought you'd be able to spend that much in one day.

"For you? There's never a limit baby," He smirked before kissing your lips softly. For a fleeting moment, you forgot about the dangers that lurked outside the ballroom walls, or that you'd been taken hostage by Felix. You just allowed yourself to feel happy, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and kissing him back deeper this time. 

Tonight, you weren't just some hacker girl that Felix had brought along to the ball to play Cinderella for the night and you weren't his captive. You were simply a woman lost in the enchantment of the moment, captivated by the enigmatic man at your side.

As you slowly pulled away from one another there was something different in Felix's eyes, 

"What's wrong?" You were almost scared your kiss had been bad but he shook his head at you, hesitating for a moment as he thought about what he could say to you. He wanted to let you go, to let you leave the home if that was what you truly wanted but part of him was scared you'd never come back. Taking in a deep breath he reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he cupped your cheek,

"Yn, there's something I need to tell you." Your heart skipped a beat as you stared at him, waiting for him to say something but your heart raced faster with anticipation. 

"What is it?" Your voice barely came out above a whisper as you stared at him. With a sigh, Felix searched your eyes, his gaze intense and unwavering. 

"I know that our relationship began under... unconventional circumstances," he admitted, making you smirk a little.

"But as I've come to know you, I've realized that you are so much more than just a skilled hacker. You're intelligent, brave, and fiercely independent—a woman unlike any other I've ever met." He had no idea where he was going with this, it wasn't something he'd rehearsed. But your heart was fluttering at his words, your chest swelling with warmth you'd never felt before.

"And...I find myself, drawn to you in ways I can't quite explain." Your hand slowly moved to cup his cheek and you felt how hot he was getting,

"You've become an integral part of my life. And I don't want to imagine a world without you in it."

"Felix..."

"I know I technically held you captive so...I understand if you don't want to stay with me but I needed to let you know my feelings are true." He looked at you, swallowing a lump the size of a boulder in his throat,

"But I'm going to let you go. You can leave the house, you can move out."

"Lix," You whispered, your voice trembling with emotion as you stared at him. His confession washed over you as you watched him closely, you felt the same way for him and hearing him say he was willing to let you go made you only want to stay.

"I feel the same way, I-I never wanted to...I always thought love was   just a weapon but you..." You didn't even know where to start with him.

"You care for me more than I ever thought possible." You whispered to him before Felix' blushed,

"Dance with me?" You added before he nodded, taking your hand in his.

As you swayed in each other's arms, the world around you faded into insignificance, leaving only the gentle embrace of the music and the warmth of your shared connection. Your head was rested against Felix's chest, your heart racing with a mixture of nerves and excitement. Despite the lavish surroundings and the curious glances of the other guests, you felt safe and protected in his arms, as if nothing else mattered but the two of you at that moment.

Felix held you close, his touch gentle yet possessive as you moved together in perfect harmony around the floor. With each step, he felt the weight of his past sins and regrets fall away, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment that he had never known before.

"Lix," You breathed out as you stared up at him, your eyes sparking a little as he stared down at you. In a moment of unspoken understanding, your dance slowed, your movements becoming more intimate as you gazed into each other's eyes. The soft melody continued to play, wrapping around you like a cocoon as you drew closer, your breaths mingling in the air.

With a gentle touch, he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin as he leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from yours. your heart raced in anticipation, your eyes fluttering closed as you surrendered to the inevitable. You'd kissed before but now there felt a sudden pressure for this one.

Your lips met in a tender, electrifying kiss—a silent declaration of the feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in each other, the world around them fading completely as you shared a moment of pure, uncontrolled passion.

"Follow me," You breathed out, grabbing his hand in yours as you made your way through the crowds, ignoring the people who were staring and mumbling. Right now you needed Felix and you didn't have time for pleasantries as you made your way through the hall.

"Here?" He chuckles as he lifts you up onto the countertop of the bathroom you'd just dragged him inside of, your heart racing as you watch him closely.

"What if someone comes in?" He arches a brow at you before you drag him closer to you by his tie. He knew no one would come in, his men had followed him to the door and were no doubt waiting outside refusing anyone entry if they tried.

"Then they'll see we're busy and leave." You grumbled before kissing him, this time the kiss was deeper and more intense as you pushed off the blazer he was wearing onto the floor and worked on the buttons of his shirt.

"Someone's very needy." He chuckles to himself as you glare at him, you weren't in the mood for any games, you needed him and you weren't afraid to show it.

"Shut up and do something about it then,"

"Gladly." He groans, his hands rolling up your dress until he exposes your bare core and he smirks to himself,

"No panties?" He arched his brow at you and you giggled spreading your legs for him to get a better view. His eyes run down your body, his tongue darting out to wet his lip.

"You're so fucking beautiful," He groans, his hands drifting to your thighs, his knuckles catching on the edge of your pussy making you whimper.

"You take my breath away," He tells you breathlessly,

"Prove it." You demand, spreading your legs, his eyes drop to your pussy and he groans instantly falling to his knees. You were the only woman he would ever drop to his knees for like this. Having the great Lee Felix on his knees for you sent a power trip through you like no other. You grab his head as he trails his tongue along your slit making you whimper a little at him,

"Please." You plead with him, your hips bucking a little toward him as he chuckles softly sending vibrations all over your body. His tongue touches your clit, circling it, then tracing it down your centre and dipping inside of you, lapping you up hungrily. Your hands tighten in his hair, pushing his face closer to you as you grind against his tongue. Your eyes fluttered shut as your head rolled back against the mirror behind you.

"D-Dear God, Lix, please." You moan out as he removes his tongue, licking his head to look at you as he licks his lips.

"You taste like paradise," He groans before dropping his head and eating you out like a man starved, His eyes meet yours as he keeps his face buried between your thighs, your hips trying to get more friction as you cry his name out loudly.

"Felix!" You scream, his teeth gently biting on your clit as he sends you over the edge. Ecstasy washed through you as your hips shuddered beneath him, a giant smirk toyed on his lips as he got up from the floor.

"That was fucking hot," He moans out before kissing you deeply, your legs wrapped around his waist as you yanked him closer to you. The kiss was desperate, raw, filled with a need so strong you began to grind against his pants.

"You'll make a mess, firecracker," He chuckles softly before you pull away, unbuckling his belt and kicking his pants down leaving him bare in front of you. Felix was quick to reach for his wallet, grabbing a condom from the inside and rolling it onto himself as you wiggle your eyebrows at him.

"This is going to be quick," He winks at you, he could hear a commotion happening outside but you smirked at him. The two of you were at a ball filled to the brim with rich people and you wanted them to hear you getting fucked by him. 

"Lix, don't make me beg," You whine before he slams into you, holding you tightly as you groan, throwing your head back against the mirror so hard you were afraid it was going to break. You scream his name out as he pulls back and thrusts into you again, your legs wrapped around his waist as you bring him closer to him.

"Felix!" You cry out as the door handle jiggles, making you giggle as Felix chuckles to himself.

"Felix! Is that you?!" A man yelled from outside the door, you whimpered a little but Felix only continued to plow in and out of you.

"I'm busy fucking my girl, we'll be out soon!" He calls out before slamming into you again, your head rolling back as your hips bucked toward him. You dig your heels into his ass urging him on and his hand presses onto the mirror behind you, the other on your hips as he fucks you. His thrusts wild and hard as he groans your name out.

"L-Lix." You moan out as he continues to drive into you, your hands digging into his shoulders as you yank him closer to you, your release drawing closer as you cry out his name.

"I've got you, you can come, firecracker," He moans out, reaching his hand down and rubbing your clit roughly. Your release rushes over you unexpectedly as you cry out his name loudly, whimpering and bucking uncontrollably. Felix chuckles to himself, completely in love with the way you come undone around him but he doesn't stop.

He continues to fuck into you, one leg over his shoulder as he hits you at a different angle,

"G-God, YES!" You cry out as he smirks to himself, his fingers rubbing your clit as you whimper his name out, your third orgasm of the night already fast approaching as you whimper his name again and again.

"Come for me, firecracker. One last time," He grunts, thrusting harder as you cry out his name, your stomach clenching as you cum around him once again, clenching so tightly you send him over the edge and he spills into the condom.

The two of you stay like that for a few seconds until Felix carefully lowers your leg down and leans his forehead against yours, panting heavily as you let out a tiny giggle.

"Think people will stare when we go out there?" You leaned back against the mirror and watched as Felix smirked and nodded.

"Who cares?" He chuckled before slowly dressing himself. A loud banging sounded on the door as you rolled your eyes, someone was clearly desperate for the toilet or for Felix's attention and you hated them for it.

"I've got info for you!" Someone yelled from outside the door as Felix stuffs himself back into his trousers, did himself up and checked that you were dressed before opening the door he wasn't going to risk anyone but him seeing you.

"Minho," Felix greets with a smirk on his lips, the man glances in your direction before looking over his shoulder.

"Kitten, take Felix's date to the girls for a chat. The men need to talk business." You glanced at Felix to make sure it was okay first and he nodded, kissing your cheek quickly before you ran off with the woman Minho had spoken to.

The girls you'd been standing with were all so friendly and each of them had been telling you about their dates, you since learnt that all of them were with a criminal madman which had made you feel a lot better about yourself and Felix.

"I hate you," You grumbled, jokingly as Felix stood behind you, his lips brushing against the skin on your neck making your body shiver. The bathroom sex wasn't enough, you wanted to go back home and fuck until you saw the morning sun,

"I hate you more, my little firecracker" Felix smirked down at you before you swatted his hands away from you, but he successfully managed to get his hands around your waist and he smirked.

"Excuse us, ladies but we have some making up to go and do." Felix chuckled before dragging you away without a second to even say goodbye to them all.

"Hey I was having fun, who knows when I'll see them again?" You pouted a little, but Felix spun you around and pulled you into a tight embrace.

"You'll see them at our wedding no doubt." He shrugs as if it was the most casual thing in the world for him to say and you roll your eyes at him,

"You're that sure I'll marry you?" You quipped, he was. In fact, he was willing to put money on it.

"I'm sure I can convince you after a few more orgasms," He winks before you shove against his chest and make your way out to a car.

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[klaus-littlestwolf]

Weekend Away-Klaus M.

This wasn’t a request but I was feeling the need for something cute! I needed some warm and fuzzy Klaus in my life.

‘Come on love, it’ll be fun…’ he tempted, knowing how badly I wanted to be able to spend time with him. Klaus and I had been hiding our relationship for a month now, the Scooby Gang still believing he is into Caroline but almost every night he had been climbing into my window in the Boarding House.

It wasn’t sex at first, in fact the first night he knocked on my window I told him to get lost, but Klaus Mikaelson was nothing if not persistent. He kept coming back, I would let him in and he would just lay in bed beside me while I watched whatever movie I had on that night. A week in I began bringing snacks to my room that he told me he liked one night, even sneaking one of Damon’s bottles of bourbon for him. It was that second week that he kissed me for the first time and it had spiraled out of my control.

‘I can’t. They’ll notice I’m gone Nik and then what? If I tell them I’m fucking you then I become a disloyal bitch-‘

‘If they’re really your friends then they’ll support who you want to be with, and you and I both know this is more than just fucking…tell me it’s more than just sex.’ The look on his face made me believe that he really did like me which is the only reason I gave in instead of either pretending this is all nothing for my own sanity or teasing him. The look on his face told me how much he cared for me and I knew in that moment that I couldn’t tease him and hurt his feelings. Anyone else would tell you that Klaus doesn’t have feelings but I know different. Klaus Mikaelson is one of the most sensitive men I’ve ever met in my life.

‘Okay. It’s more than sex, but that makes it worse Nik! That means I’m in love with the enemy-‘

‘You love me?’ I froze as I realized what I had said making me sigh heavily. ‘I knew it! They use you Y/n and you know that, you have to because my girl is not stupid. If they want to ditch you because you fell in love then they don’t care about you at all.’ I didn’t say anything, looking at him and unsurely waiting. ‘I love you too Princess. I love you very much, how could I not? You’re perfect! Now come with me, pack a small bag, you’ll be back on Monday and they can fuck themselves.’ I considered this, both his proposal and the fact that he had just admitted to loving me for the first time, I had known I loved him since that second week when he first kissed me but hearing that he reciprocated those feelings was the greatest feeling in the world. I grinned, jumping into his arms and pressing my lips to his excitedly and he lifted me by my butt, my thighs wrapping around his waist as he continued to kiss me. ‘Okay, pack! Let’s get going, I want to see you spread out in a hotel bed, tipsy on champagne with a strawberry between these perfect little lips.’ I couldn’t help my giggle at that, jumping down and grabbing an overnight bag, packing 2 pairs of clothes and my cutest underwear, knowing we probably wouldn’t be leaving the hotel room at all. He slapped my ass as I bent over to pull on my boots before grabbing my phone, him taking my bag and jumping out the window. ‘Come on then!’

‘You’ve lost it, no way-‘

‘You don’t trust me?’ I knew he was teasing me but his eyes looked at me like I would be betraying him if I answer anyway other than by jumping and I huffed a sigh, climbing through the window and falling very ungracefully into his arms. ‘There’s my girl. Now, let’s go get you naked and drunk in some silk sheets, hmm?’

‘I knew you only loved me for my body.’ He glared playfully at me before carrying me to his car. One of my favorite things about being with Nik is that he’s fun, when we’re together, just us, he smiles in a way that is completely contagious.

The drive to the hotel was fun, I made him listen to some of my music which I know he tolerates solely because I love it so much and an hour later we were checking into the fanciest hotel I had ever seen in my life. I felt like if I so much as touched something in here I would damage it with my poor people hands, half of the guests walking around looked like they belonged in Downton Abbey, even the staff looked richer than me.

‘Nik, is this really necessary? This place looks more like a castle than a hotel, I feel like everyone’s staring at me.’ He pulled me close by my waist and nuzzled into my neck, breathing me in which is something he often does to feel calm.

‘They’re not staring at you, when we get to the room it’ll be worth it, I promise. Only the best for my girl.’ He stepped up to the front desk and I toyed with his hair as he spoke to the clerk, getting the room key, the man’s voice changing from disinterest to excitement when Nik gave his name.

‘Ah yes, the Honeymoon suite. It’s been prepared to your specifications, if there’s anything I can do to make your stay here for the week more comfortable you just let me know.’

‘I will, thank you.’ I looked up at him as he pulled me away and towards the elevators.

‘The week? I’m here for a weekend! Who is joining you here after me, huh?’ He rolled his eyes, pulling me into the elevator and hitting our floor button.

‘Don’t be daft love, I was going to talk you into staying longer and once you sleep in the most comfortable bed you’ve ever laid on you’ll want to stay too, okay? Just give me a chance.’ He reasoned and I shrugged, going along with it as he led me to a door, unlocking it and watching as my jaw dropped. The door opened into a huge living room area, comfortable looking couches and a wall of windows looking out over the mountains that we were practically in the side of and it was gorgeous. ‘Come here.’ He led me to the door off to the side and the bedroom was bigger than the living room, another wall of all windows with a patio and a sliding door looking out over the trees. It took a second before I noticed the bed, bigger than a king size somehow and the white sheets were covered in rose petals, a huge heart spelling out “I love you” inside of it.

‘This is so cheesey and dumb and I love it so much!’ I could feel the tears escaping my eyes and I turned to pull Nik down to kiss me, him wiping the tears away with his thumbs gently. ‘Thank you…I love you so much.’ I kissed him again, pulling his jacket off, followed by mine.

‘Don’t you want to get some room service first? I thought-‘

‘Oh we will. It’s only 5, we can order dinner in a bit…though I do feel bad about fucking up the flowers…’ Nik growled, ripping my shirt over my head and my pants were gone before I could blink, him throwing me into a pile of rose petals which felt like silk on my skin.

‘You’re right, dinner can wait.’

By the time we had gotten room service it was nearly 9pm and I realized how desperate this place is to keep Nik happy. I’m not sure whether it’s the rich as fuck thing or the honeymoon suite thing but either way I love it.

I talked him into coming down to the pool with me and though it was 11:30 at night the front desk opened it for us and promised us privacy.

‘This is awesome!’ I exclaimed, pulling off my top and shorts, leaving me in the forest green lingerie set that I had chosen while he ordered dinner, knowing it was his favorite set.

‘I would have told you to bring a bathing suit but I never thought you would want to go swimming.’ Nik teased, stripping to his boxers and hopping into the water.

‘No problem, I wouldn’t have if other people would have been here.’ I reached back to unclip my bra and his eyes widened. ‘Sorry, did you think I was going to ruin my panties and expensive bra by jumping into chlorine? Fuck no.’ I tossed it into the clothes pile before pulling my panties off and walking to the edge and jumping in. When I came back up I wiped my face and looked around, unable to find him, the dark room making it eerie and somehow also romantic.

His hand suddenly grabbed ahold of my ankle, pulling me under and as I opened my eyes I could see my boyfriend grinning excitedly at me. I pushed away from him, swimming backwards and seeing that he had also ditched his underwear, chasing after me until I had to breathe. ‘How is it that you’re even more gorgeous underwater?’ He teased, trying to pull me close.

‘My tits defy gravity?’ Klaus pulled me forward and pinned my tits to his chest, spinning us around playfully. ‘I’ve always wanted to go night swimming, this is amazing.’ His eyebrows went up, clearly shocked by that.

‘We’ll go to the beach and-‘

‘NO! Nopety nope nope. I meant a pool, sun up and down is when things like sharks start eating. I will not get in an ocean, pools though! I want a big pool with a waterfall and a grotto and all that, but fairy lights hanging all over above the pool as the only light, no neighbors to see me skinny dipping! I’ve always wanted to do this, it’s fun…I never thought you would join me though.’

‘You think I’m going to miss my Princess naked in a pool? You’re crazy!’ He laughed, leaning closer and pressing his lips to mine and wrapping his arms around my waist and prompting me to wrap my legs around his hips. ‘I’ll just have to get started on having a pool installed.’ At that moment he thrust his hips up and shoved himself straight up into me and I cried out, my voice echoing in the empty pool room making his eyes widen in excitement.

‘Klaus, no! No, people are going to hear and come in here to-Ahh!’ He used his grip on my waist to push and pull me on his cock, thrusting up hard which seemed to be extremely easy in the water. ‘Oh God! Fuck Nik! Don’t Stop! Please don’t stop-‘

‘Scream for me Princess! Let me hear you!’ He wrapped his arms around my body and held me almost painfully hard, shoving himself into me.

‘Yes! Oh-Ah! Fuck Klaus!’

‘That’s it Baby, scream for me! I can feel you squeezing my cock nice and tight, are you gonna cum for me? Cum all over my cock!’ As if his words were a magical trigger I felt that tightness in my belly, snap, and I cried out so loudly I worried about the glass walls shattering. ‘Gonna fill you up Baby, fill you so full it’ll stretch your insides, fuck-Fuck Ah!’ He growled, fangs pressed against my neck firmly and I held the back of his head, my fingers tangling in his wet hair before he bit into my neck. I could feel the pulls of my blood around his fangs but he was done quickly, not willing to hurt me by taking too much.

‘I didn’t see this being where our weekend went.’ I teased and he chuckled, pressing our lips together tenderly.

‘I love you.’

‘Hmm, I know. I love you too Nik.’ I told him, letting go of his hair and moving to pull away and get out but he didn’t let me go.

‘I love you so much Y/n.’ I looked back at him, curious why he’s talking like this.

‘I love you too. I know that the both of us haven’t always had love from people but I love you, do you hear me? I love you forever and that will never end! I’ll tell you every day if that’s what you need.’ He nodded slowly, as if admitting that he did, in fact, need that. ‘Good. Now let’s get back upstairs and you can pin me to a shower wall.’ I teased but he just held me firm.

‘I love you and I want you to be mine.’ I looked at him oddly.

‘I am yours you dumbass.’

He shook his head quickly. ‘Mine. All mine, in front of everyone with no reservations. I want to show you off, I want everyone to stop thinking I’m flirting with Caroline and I want men to stop thinking they can flirt with you while I can’t do anything about it…I want you.’

I had never in my life seen Klaus this open and vulnerable and I briefly wondered if anyone had. ‘Klaus, my friends-‘

‘Hate me and I’m fine with that. But if they won’t be okay with you being in love then they’re not your friends. I’m proud to show you off as mine, and I will never let any of my family say anything against you, despite how much Rebekah hates you…be mine Y/n, for real.’ I was stunned, never having expected this from him. He was the one who wanted to hide us in the first place and now here he is, wanting to tell everyone, I was just shocked. Apparently I hesitated too long because he sighed and pulled away but I grabbed ahold of him quickly, pulling him back to kiss me roughly.

‘All yours…for real. You’re gonna be the one taking me in when they kick me out of the Boarding House for fraternizing with the enemy.’ He snorted, his eyes shining in excitement. ‘You want them to kick me out, don’t you? You want me to move in with you and instead of asking you do this?’

‘Yup. You’re all mine love. Take this week to get used to waking up beside me in bed.’ I shoved his chest, making him laugh at my pathetic attempt at “hurting him” before I pulled myself up and grabbed my towel, running around the pool to the door and darting towards the elevators. I was barely covered as I pressed the button, watching the doors close just before he got to me. I giggled as I watched the numbers go up, exiting the elevator and moving to the room before arms encircled my waist, lifting me up and pinning me to the door. ‘You’re in for it now.’

‘I’m shaking, can’t you tell.’ I teased and he looked down, his face falling and looking worried as I said that.

‘You are shaking. What’s wrong?’ He worried, opening the door and whisking me inside.

‘I’m just cold from the water baby, I’m fine.’ I promised but all the joking was gone from his face and he locked the door, yanking my towel off and carrying me into the bathroom to start the warm water. ‘This is what you’re like as a boyfriend? A worry wart?’ His eyes were concerned as he rubbed my arms firmly and lifted me into the shower. ‘I could get used to it.’

‘Good. Because you’re all mine.’

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

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Galvanic- a Stiles Smut<3

Warnings: knee humping, handjob, premature Orgasm, multiple orgasms, Dacryphilia, tit worship(kinda) fingering(f receiving), unprotected sex (p n v), creampie,

Y/n and Stiles have been best friends since Kindergarten. They were so close everyone just assumed they were dating. Neither Stiles nor Y/n were bothered by it. Actually, it was quite refreshing for Y/n. She was always paranoid of other boys, it took her forever to be able to trust Scott.

Every Tuesday the pair would hang out. They'd either watch movies, research together, or go to abandoned buildings. Today they were going to watch a Star Wars movie once again.

But, every time they did so, Y/n had to masturbate. She had to because Stiles somehow riled her up innocently. Whether it would be by a simple hug, a lingering touch, or just the way he looked at her with his big brown eyes.

Y/n sighed and got up from her bed; She just finished for the 3rd time and she reeked of sex. Y/n stumbles off her bed and wobbles to her joint bathroom. She quickly takes a shower and wraps the towel around her curves. She checks if it shows anything before leaving. She walks out of her bathroom and almost screams. Stiles was standing next to her bed, shamelessly holding the dildo, examining it with an analytical face. Y/n snatches it out of her friend's hands swiftly. Her hand still clutched her towel with her other hand and grumbled. "You saw nothing." She quickly walks to her joint bathroom and sets the dildo in the sink, she cleans it and lets it sit there to dry.

"So," Stiles begins with a shaky voice. "I'm early-" He starts but is cut off by his slightly annoyed and extremely embarrassed best friend.

"You are... By a whole hour," Y/n sighed, She couldn't be mad at him with the way he looked at her. But she was never going to forget this... How could she be so stupid? Leaving it on her bed like that?

Stiles smirks at her and sits on her bed. He pulls her closer to him, his hands toying with the hem of the towel. "Maybe I can make you feel good? Instead of watching a stupid movie," Stiles suggests playfully. That's right! Stiles wanted to watch Star Wars but disregarded it just like that?

Stiles and she had always been flirty toward each other but this time it felt different. Just the mention of him doing so made arousal slip down her thighs.

Y/n shakes her head. "Now is not the time with your teasing, you're early! I haven't even got dressed yet!"

Y/n squints at him and shoves him off of her. She turns to her closet to pick out some clothes. Stiles pushes himself off her bed and grabs a shirt from the closet along with his sweatpants that he left over the previous sleepover they'd had. "Get all comfy and cute for me," Stiles jokes with his infamous thin smirk. Y/n rolls her eyes and grabs the clothes, grabs undergarments before he can see them, and walks to her bathroom to change.

Stiles scoffs, his slender hands falling to her hips. He squeezes them in an attempt to reassure her. "No need for that, I've seen you naked before," Stiles shrugs nonchalantly. He had only because they used to take bubble baths together when they were young. Then she hit puberty early, destroying the fun they had in the water. That didn't deter them, they just had fun splashing each other in her pool.

When she was finished she walked out and climbed onto her bed. Stiles was already on her bed, so she snuggled into him like she'd always done. He sighs with content and wraps his arms around her happily. A few moments go by and his arms tighten so tight she knew she wasn't going to be able to escape. "We're gonna have to talk about that toy, Y/n/n." His voice was husky, something she'd only heard in her fantasies.

Y/n struggles one last time before giving in and going lax. "Never," she mumbles. Her pride wouldn't let her go that easy. His strong arms were tight around her torso, his forearms pressed against her hard nipples; He could feel the tempting buttons, begging for his attention. "What are you doing, Stiles?" she asks in a shaky voice. His breath was heavy in her ear, tempting her with all the fantasies she'd had about him.

"Thinking about that toy," he whispers with cracks.

Y/n's breath was now heavy, the second thing she could hear. His breathing, hers, and her racing heartbeat in her ears. Now she could feel his body, feel his arousal pressed against her back, slowly hardening against the small of her back. She squirmed again, trying to fearfully getaway. There is no way this was happening, Y/n thought.

"Your dick is pressed against my back," Y/n groans, squirming again to get away.

"Your squirming is making it that way; Be still, I want to cuddle," he bites back, stifling a moan as her ass just grazed his shaft deliciously.

He moves his knee, not away but further between her legs. "Is this okay?" Stiles asks with faux innocence. Y/n moans when he asks this, bringing her plump lips into her teeth. Her eyes roll back and her toes curl, not expecting such beautiful pleasure just from his knee. Her brain seems to short-circuit when his knees start to rub against her clit. "What about this?" he whispers. Y/n nods, her hips grinding against his knees to assist. "Just- don't stop," she cries, literal tears falling from her eyes. He leans down and kisses the salty glint on her euphoria-filled face.

Y/n doesn't listen and tries to get out of his grasp. He gets fed up and pins her down with ease. He hovers over her, his eyes are hooded, his hair is messy, and his breath is heavy. She could tell he was aroused, not just from feeling his length on her thigh either... His knee pressed against her mound, causing her to arch her back delectably. Her tits were now in his face, she felt his breath tickle her areolas. It was so imperiling to just give in and suck on them.

"Stiles, please. Move your knees. Too sensitive," Y/n breathes.

A wave of pleasure washes over her. Better than anything she's felt with her toys. Stiles couldn't hold back anymore, not after seeing her cry his name in such a Melodic way. He kisses her, groaning when she kisses back almost as soon as their lips connect. "So pretty," he coos as he moves on hand off her wrist to move her hair out of her face. "'You going to be a good girl for me and help out?"

Y/n nods quickly, her eyes big with the yearning. "I'll help," she says as her hand rubs his covered shaft with the palm of her delicate hand. Stiles doubles over, his head falling to her neck. His trembling body caught itself, slowly positioning between her legs while his open-pouted lips petted her neck. Y/n then slips her hand into his sweats, under his tight boxers, and rubs the precum into his tip. He moans pleasantly as she uses the thin amount of liquid as lubrication to jerk his veiny member properly.

They couldn't bring themselves to say anything. They were too scared and too caught up in the intimacy. Their stomachs were filled with butterflies, twisting and turning with the utmost yen for each other. Their eyes were locked, the bodies feeling the rest for them.

"Oh my gosh, Y/n... Your hand- I'm-" Stiles whines as he finishes on her hand. He cums hard, his teeth baring into her soft shoulder. She continues, easing him down from his high. He shakes and moves her hand off before the overstimulation can hit. She licks her hand clean, looking into his eyes while doing so. This sends him over the edge again as he prematurely starts squirting his sperm on her shirt that she stole and cropped. Y/n giggles at him not fully knowing how he came from just a look. "You're gonna kill me," Stiles whimpers breathily.

"Now now... You aren't dying and getting away from me now," Y/n purrs with synthetic confidence. His eyes practically bulge and he expels a guttural growl.

In an instant, he rips off the shirt that he wore. He grumbled out "You can steal more 'em," before Y/n could complain. He leaves kisses on her perky chest. His mouth latches onto a breast and Y/n's hands go to fist the back of his shirt. She didn't know her nipples were that sensitive.

Her hand entangles with his hair, her head falling back as her eyes flutter. She moves her legs over her thigh, now her ass was pressed against him as he was still on his hands and knees floating above her beauty. Her breast falls out of his mouth as her ass massages his dick as she rocks into him. "I need you, Stiles. Wanna feel you," Y/n pleads. How could he deny her what she asked for when she begged like that? With one hand, his shirt was thrown across her room, then he caressed her face as he pulled her into a long passionate kiss. His hands feel her body, attempting to engrave every detail it touched before and replace it with this memory. He pulls her sweats off, then his, never breaking the dance between their lips.

His hand finds her damp underwear, successfully finding her bundle of nerves. He toys with it, making her struggle to continue to kiss. He notices this and chuckles at her. "Make you all weak, have I? Just wait until later, little girl," he taunts before kissing her lips once more. His hands fumble, sliding down the underwear off. He collects her arousal, at once his finger penetrates her welcoming hole.

She moans into the kiss, tapping his back to get him off her face. She gasped for air, crying as her previous orgasms that day caught up to her. She was so unbelievably sensitive, but she didn't want him to stop touching her this way.

"Please..." she mewls before he enters another finger.

"My pussy is so inviting, baby," he whispers feebly. "So compliant..." he spreads his fingers in a scissor motion, slowly fucking them into her. "I'm gonna need more of this, baby... You'll let me, won't you, dear?"

"Yes- Yes, I- I will. Just don't," she pauses as she feels the delightful feeling about to explode once more. "Don't stop, please. Don't-" He cits her off by adding another finger that easily slides into her dripping cunt. "Oh-"

Stiles emits a dark chuckle she's only heard when he was possessed by a certain spirit. The wretched thought of him becoming so dark pushes her over the edge again, clutching his naked torso as an anchor to reality.

"Do you think you can take me?" Stiles asks slowly rubbing his length. She moans out a response that makes him smirk. His tip teases her folds, agonizingly slow as his dick inches into her. The stretch was unlike her dildo, which was skinnier and longer. Stiles was thick and probably about seven inches.

She babbles once he enters her. Her hands searched for something to grasp onto. He collects her hands and interlocks them. Her hands gracefully accept them and grasps them tight as he fully sheaths into her.

He carefully starts rocking into her, giving her kisses on the neck as she is too cockdrunk to respond to a kiss on the lips. His hips were colliding into hers with love. This wasn't him fucking her, it was slow. Sensual. He was making love to her, and her body was so weak from him doing so, not just because she came four times today. The way he moved into her was messy as well, the sounds of her cunt with her release and as well as his, was just galvanic.

She convulsed around him, feeling like she was going to climax once more. He continues, as well as he continues leaving love marks on her neck and her chest.

"Mmph- Stiles, I-" she tries to tell him. But he hushes her with a brisk kiss on the lips. "I know babydoll," he roused. "I can feel it," he hums approvingly. He was close to the edge as well, teetering over it. He was trying his hardest not to release, wanting to see her face when she cums on his cock. He knew he would become addicted to it, of seeing her face in ecstasy and feeling her finish around him. Hell, he already was addicted to her...

She falls off the edge, causing him to jump off the edge as well from how tight she gripped him. They slow down, the breaths still ragged as they feel each other in bliss.

After they recover Stiles groans as he is already semi-hard again just from her occasional twitches. He pulls out, the creamy liquid gushing out of her. He hums as he stuffs his dick back into her, not wanting any of the love elixir liquid to leave her womb. Y/n cries and slaps his back as he does this and he only laughs. "Gotta make it stay baby, don't want any of it to go to waste." Then he gets a filthy idea and quickly pulls out once more and slurps it up, drinking all of the elixir they had just made.

(a/n yeah😃 wtf did I just write? This. Took. 6. Hours. But- it was worth it, I love it. I hope YOU love it as well as I do! I love you, babes❤️)

[yandere-wishes]

I'm considering the idea of a yandere cheater in spiderverse. All after reading your Miles G, I confess. Miguel was the first wave, but Hobie and Miles G, hit like a tsunami behind.

I don't ask you to write it. Just babbling about my favs... although there's also Aaron, Peter B, Noir,... I love everyone.

But, but in your yandere expert opinion, who would have the toughest nerve to become a cheater and on top of that, being a yandere about reader? From all the charas into and across the spiderverse.

ALSO, WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE, KINDA FUCK, MARRY, KILL???, Tell me, tell me *googly eyes*

In my "expert" Yandere knowledge (jk 🤣jk🤣) I'd say that 90% of the Spiderverse cast could be "cheater" if they couldn't physically be with the reader. Or if they thought that they don't deserve the reader.

1610-Miles: would never cheat, he'd just sit around mopping and dreaming about the reader. He'd also never really think about not "deserving" the reader. He's a really lonely boy and would latch onto his crush no matter what. He'd also fully believe that he was a better match for them than anyone else. He's also confident enough that he's sure he could protect them against anything.

Pavitr Prabhakar: Would also never cheat. When he's in love he becomes devoted to said person and would do anything for them. Cares for them too much to ever be with anyone else. Also if that person is in love with someone else then he would respect their choice and bottle up his emotions. Laching onto the hope that one day the reader would realize they love him more than their current partner. He's practically the walking embodiment of "You Belong With Me" by Taylor Swift.

Gwen Stacy: Gwen might cheat on the reader if she's trying to distance herself from them. Make them hate her so they leave. But really it's just to protect them, she's fully convinced that she's cursed. Anyone who get's too close to her ends up hurt. So she'll make them leave. Also if her lover is in another dimension then she might go for a relationship in her own dimension just to distract herself from them.

Hobie Brown: Wouldn't mean to cheat. But he might get tempted into having an affair. Nothing serious just something casual. But he tries to keep it a secret from his one true love. Also if Hobie did end up kidnapping the reader and locking them up somewhere then he may have another relationship with someone else. But that person is like a substitute for the reader. He pretends that they are her and that He and the reader are a real couple, but it's actually the other person. Until he can trust the reader enough to take them outside. Does this make sense? I feel like it doesn't make sense.

42- Miles: Will have some causal flings here and there to get their mind off the reader. But also watches them through their window each night. Like he's obsessed but too prideful to fully admit it. If he does kidnap the reader and sees that she's being incompliant. He'll try to make her jealous by going out on cute dates with some other girl. Then showing her pictures. Show her how easily replaceable she is. He'll obviously break her mind until she's begging him not to go out, not to leave her alone. Why is it that every time I write anything for this guy it gets real dark, real quick?

Miguel O'Hara: YES!! THIS MAN IS NOT EMOTIONALLY STABLE. Like he might just make an AI of his lover, talk to her, program her to love him, and convince himself that this is his real lover. If his lover is in another dimension then maybe he'll date someone with certain similar characteristics to her but then kinda get distracted by his duties. He'll just go back lovingly looking at them through a screen.

Peter B: He might get drunk and cheat by accident. But I think that's more something he would have done in the first movie. If the reader is MayDay's mother then no way he's cheating.

Spider Noir: He's too old-fashioned to cheat. He'll treat his lover like a princess. I can't really see him doing anything like that.

Aaron: He might cheat on the reader if he loves her enough. Like his life as the Prowler is dangerous, he knows this. So he'll distract himself with other people as apposed to getting mixed up with the reader and risking their life.

As for me: (I'll do kiss, marry, kill)

MARRY: MIGUEL O'HARA. I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN. He means everything to me😍😍. I just want to be his cute little housewife. Someone he can look forward to coming home to. Plus I'd also try to help him out with his whole Spiderman thing.

KISS: MILES G MORALES (prowler miles) I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!! He also gives me lowkey season 4 Eren vibes from AOT lol.

Kill:... Honestly no one. I love everyone so much. Like maybe Miguel so no one can have him but me. But like also Miles G, so you know, no one can have him but me. 😂😂 sorry about that went full yandere for a moment.

[dyns33]

Only Wastelands part 3

The people have spoken ! Viva the Ghoul ! Feo fuerte y formal. And since I'm all three of that, I'll give you part 3 and not a new story.

Just, be patient, it will be a longer series than even I expected. I think 5 or 6 parts.

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It was now official, Y/N was the unluckiest person in all of the wastelands.

The only thing she had always wanted since she came out of her hole was to survive, for as long as possible, having to do as little harm as possible, and staying all alone, far from creatures, people, Cooper and Vault Tech.

Henry MacLean's smile clearly indicated his pre-atomization work. Smooth talking, manipulating, complimenting and lying to get what he wanted.

No doubt he was considered gifted at the time, but Lucy's father didn't seem to have fully understood that the rules had changed and those who remained had adapted.

He needed a guide and a bodyguard to get to a high-security shelter. Like his daughter, he had a keen eye, he had spotted her as she was about to leave New Vegas, and her pitboy had left him thinking that they were part of the same side.

Y/N would have told him that she only had one side, hers, but she was smart enough to keep a neutral face while he spoke to her. Were all the inhabitants of the Vault so damn talkative ?

"If you come with me, if you help me, I can guarantee you a special place in a wonderful vault. You will be safe, fed, with water, clothes, a bed. It's a good deal, right ?”

“And what makes you think they’ll welcome you with open arms ?”

The question seemed to confuse him for a moment, then he put on his fake smile again, pretending that everything would be fine and that his friends wouldn't let him down.

Either he was totally stupid or he was deluding himself. Hope took a long time to die here.

In any case, even if the deal was tempting, everything was against accepting it. Because she couldn't trust Henry and Vault, because she didn't want to go back underground, because Cooper was looking for this guy and her primery goal was to never see the Ghoul again.

The problem was the armor. Now that he had spotted her and considered her to be his best means of reaching his destination, MacLean was not going to let her go so easily.

He could shoot her if she tried to flee, and he would be hard to kill with his protection. Coop had told her about a malfunction, but Y/N wasn't sure where it was.

To continue to survive, it was therefore wiser to follow MacLean, returning his smile, waiting for the ideal moment to disappear. But the man was not as stupid as he seemed, and he refused to sleep, never leaving her side.

Still less clever than Lucy, he did not connect their pitboys.

When they arrived at his destination, Y/N was sure that this was the end. Vault Tech was made up of assholes, so they were going to kill their dear employee, or they were going to leave him out, and most certainly, they were going to kill her.

But no. In their hypocritical pretense of saviors of humanity, the doors were opened and they were received as nobles.

It would be a lie to say that Y/N didn't appreciate the hot shower she was able to take in her private room. The first in years. She savored the food, she resisted jumping on the bed like a child, and she cried a bit while watching TV, showing scenes of the life before, lost forever.

And after a presentation on community life in the shelters, a movie. An old Western film. With the main star, Cooper Howard.

Y/N had never seen his movies. She had seen the posters, she had heard of the actor, he appeared in Vault ads until his divorce and the accusations of communism.

More serious than in the picture he had given her, quite ridiculous with his fringed suit, he gave a moral lesson to his enemy, saying that killing was wrong. Ah, Coop would die laughing if he heard that now.

This thought made her a little sad. Y/N was mad at him, and at the same time she put herself in his boots.

He had been betrayed by his ex-wife, he had been separated from his daughter, he had transformed into a sort of zombie, still conscious thanks to medication but in danger of losing his mind at any moment, wandering for eternity in the wastelands, where he could be killed, insulted, or see those he took the risk of loving die in front of him.

Maybe he had loved her at one time. She wanted to believe that. She wanted to believe that this man on the screen hadn't disappeared, he was just hurt, bruised, and wanting to protect himself. So it was normal that he didn't want to keep a burden like her any longer.

She had to keep the good memories.

His laugh, the time they danced together in a ruined dinner, his arm around her as she slept on his shoulder.

When he called her a fucking pet, a good ribbance, no one he cared about.

It was a bit out of boredom, and mostly thinking about her next move, that Y/N hacked into the vault's system, to look at their little secrets and get useful information, like where the food was stored and how to get out without being spotted.

She didn't expect to see the name Howard. Barbara and Janey Howard.

Obviously she had fallen into the main, original, most important Vault, which brought together people deemed to be priorities such as the president of the country, the president of Vault Tech, their advisors and their families.

He wasn't as important, and that's why he'd been placed elsewhere, but Henry had been loyal, and he could tell them about the state of the outside world, so they'd let him in. Y/N’s fate was still to be determined.

Leaving now, stealing supplies and waiting for nightfall would have been easy for her. The best thing to do.

But Y/N had often imagined this little girl, adored by her father. Cooper didn't talk about her often, his voice shaking whenever he mentioned Janey. His little Janey.

No doubt he would be here soon, he could get her back himself. But what if he couldn't do it ? What if he was killed trying ? What if the little girl was killed because, thinking she wasn't there, he blew everything up ?

It was not stated whether Barbara was still alive. Y/N didn’t really care. This woman could use her status as a mother all she wanted to justify her actions, what she had done was abominable.

At her request, Janey had been put to sleep, and she was not to be awakened until the outside was perfectly safe and sound, and then the world would be hers.

It was impossible to tell whether that was a good thing or not, whether it wouldn't have been better if she had simply grown up in the Vault after the explosion, or if she hadn't survived to never see all this.

But it was not the time for useless questions like this. Not anymore. Using all her knowledge and discretion, Y/N sneaked up to the cryonyzation chambers.

One thing was certain, Janey was her father's daughter. She had his look, stubborn and clever like him, immediately wary of this stranger who asked her to follow her. Her parents had often told her not to follow people she didn't know.

"Hold on." Y/N said kindly as she took out the photo Cooper had given her. "Look. Your dad gave her to me. He told me a lot about you. His favorite cowgirl. He's looking for you everywhere."

That wasn't entirely true. He had looked for her everywhere. Despair had slowed his motivation a bit after a hundred years.

"Daddy ? You know where my daddy is ?"

"Yes. I'll take you to see him, all right ?"

Her smile. Even the sun was not as radiant as the smile of this little girl, who jumped into her arms, happy to be able to find her daddy.

Y/N would later think about how she didn't want to find the father, and that Janey would be in for a bit of a shock if they ended up meeting him.

After all, Cooper had changed, physically and mentally. It wasn't going to be so easy to explain to her that he had had health problems, but that it was really him, without a nose, with charred skin, yellow teeth, and blood on his hands.

Children were rare in the wastelands. It wasn't a place for them, people weren't crazy enough to procreate. Some could no longer do so, because of the radiation. And the little ones often left very early, for various reasons, both sad and horrible.

She no longer really remembered how to behave around a child, nor how a child behave. For the moment, the little girl was calm, holding her hand as she followed her out of the shelter.

But she might be scared outside. Not obeying, walking too slowly, shouting. Oh, she shouldn't scream, that would attract all the raiders and deathclaws in the area. And if something happened to her, then after three years, the Ghoul would finally come for Y/N.

Just, not to save her.

"It's very dangerous out there. Okay, Janey ?" she explained, kneeling down in front of the little girl to look her in the eyes. "You're going to have to be brave, and do everything I say. Can you do that ?"

"Yes."

"You promise me ? It really wouldn't be easy."

“We cowpokes take it as it comes.” Janey said proudly, her smile as adorable as ever, but her expression showing her seriousness. She understood well.

"Alright. So, don't make a sound. You stay calm, you stay close to me unless I tell you to hide, and you wait for me to come get you."

“And we’re going to see my daddy ?”

"… Yes. We're going to see your dad. We just have to… He loves you a lot, he's been a little sick."

“I’ll give him a kiss so he can heal.”

"We'll see about that. I have Radaway. I'm going to open the door, and I'm going to carry you, because there's a chance the turrets will shoot at us. Don't scream, hold on tight and trust me."

Janey continued to smile, giving a thumbs up. She may not have understood everything after all, but that was normal at her age.

Her little hands would squeeze tighter when they were outside, the heat and putrid air beating down on them, but she didn't make a sound, her head in her neck, while Y/N ran as fast as possible away from here, taking cover, dodging gunfire and ignoring alarms.

In the desert, you couldn't stop until you were sure you were alone, hidden by the night. Then they could sit down, drink a bit, and look at the direction they had to take.

And looking at the map of her pitboy, where Lucy MacLean's exact location was flashing happily, Y/N sighed, adjusting Janey against her so she was sleeping in a comfortable position, knowing full well where she needed to go.

It was time to face her demons.

[galene-gothic]

How do others perceive you?

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Pile 1

You might be seen as someone who does unpredictable things? They might also perceive you to be someone who doesn't pay much mind to people who like you romantically? I think people perceive you to be someone who takes too much work on their shoulders. Much like a reading I've done in the past, you might end up taking a lot of responsibility because of your inability to share. There's a part of you that's always unseen which makes it difficult for people to fully trust you or predict your actions. People wish you'd participate more in social events so that they could get to know you. Some people might think that you let the opinions of others interfere with your own ambition. You might also be perceived as someone who has really strong beliefs or just isn't open to new ideas, people or beliefs. Somehow, they still see you to be someone hopeful. You might struggle with needless worries. You might be slowly getting out of a period of anxiety. Somehow, you're still seen as someone who is a quick thinker and a master of social skills and connections. People might think that you're finally becoming aware of yourself. You're learning how to focus, little by little. Learning the difference between procrastination and rest is what you're doing as well. Try not to go with the crowd without any personal insight right now. People might think that you aren't very capable of discerning between bad and good at times. You seem to be seen as intimidating and people usually don't know anything about you. You're also seen as someone with a lot of powerful connections.

Pile 2

"Don't do that to me..." and "What are you doing to me?" are coming through very strongly here. Perhaps, a charmer? You have a duality of sexy and cute. I'm getting really strong charm from you, cute and cold? You make people feel really special but they have a hard time trusting you. Some of you might be really pretty when you cry. I'm getting a duality of a warm and cold personality too, it's like you act based on what you feel like that day. You can be really intimidating at times, not gonna lie. Scorpionic/plutonic (extremely intense) gaze? You draw people in like moth to flame. People can't resist you? You might be known as someone who dates a lot or just has an active love life. Venus-pluto aspects might be present here or just very strong pluto or venus in the natal chart. Your eyes look... Stoic? And dead? Yet really soulful. You seem to be someone very impactful too, I'm getting those you are involved with emotionally especially romantically, don't forget you easily. "I'll always love you until the time we die." Ride or die energy. People of your gender might be really envious of you or might make judgements about how condescending you are just by your appearance and the kind of people you're involved with. You might have been attracted to pile 3. I feel like while pile 2 is about how others perceive you and your way of tempting others, pile 3 is about how your romantic interests perceive you.

Pile 3

Pure and cute mermaid energy (not siren.) Much like the last pile, you might be known as a love interest or someone with really impactful love interests? In terms of your own charm, I'm getting you being really loved by people who might be older than you (not in a creepy manner but maybe😃☠️) or somewhat darker than you. Also, you're seen as someone very physically attractive, you might have really pretty hair. Did you recently go to the movies with someone or just watch something with someone? That person might be interested in you in some way or maybe they're just thinking of you. I'm getting some of you being on more of the shorter side or just someone who has something about themselves that entices feelings of protectiveness. People crave your presence around them. I'm getting you manage to finally make people feel something, like supposing someone didn't date in a really long time because they couldn't feel anything with anyone but you do something that makes them feel all giddy and happy, also really uncomfortable yet they crave your presence. I'm getting you being cute but still pretty detached and mysterious, people can make out that you aren't entirely pure but you have a pure charm that might have something more flaky hidden under it. You seem to have good intentions but might have some baggage. You might have been attracted to pile 2 but compared to that pile, you have a softer charm, while they're really femme fatale, you seem to be someone who is femme fatale under the mask of a softer, almost angelic person. I feel like while pile 2 is about how others perceive you and your way of tempting others, this pile is about how your romantic interests perceive you.

[callmearcturus]

okay the Eye of the Duck for each of the MI films

Mission Impossible:

I promise I really thought about the Vault Scene and I could go on for ages about it and I maybe should since it's the marker of what separates MI from other action franchises.

But my heart lives in this scene as the emotional core of the movie, where Jim comes back from the dead and tries to spin a tale that Ethan is too smart to fall for but is still tempted by. The way Jim says one thing but Ethan's already pieced together what really happened-- and doesn't like the answer, rewrites it in his head to make it fit what he wants.

Ethan's emotions and how much he cares about people is his ultimate weakness and it remains so for the entire franchise, so to see him wrestling with that all the way from the start is crunchy.

Also Ethan soulgazing the camera for that long is very affecting.

Mission Impossible 2:

the point of the EOTD is to find the scene at the movie's center that reflects its core back at you. I think Woo's vision of MI is exemplified by that final fight scene between Ethan and the villain. I remember the first time I watched the movie, this scene made me go "NO" out loud several times.

I mean, mostly because absolutely not that handgun will not fire after being in the sand for that long, there is not enough gun oil in the world.

but since I have wisened up and realized MI2 is not the worst MI movie, I think I get it more. The over-the-top motorcycle jousting, the slow-motion, but especially the cuts to the roiling ocean-- everyone shut the fuck up and let your bodies tell the story, even if the 'story' here is as simple as "I'mma fuck you up." It doesn't have to be original, it just has to be a cohesive vision, and honestly I think people would like MI2 a lot more if they acknowledged Woo accomplished his specific vision here.

I don't love MI2, but I respect it. Way more than, uh.

Mission Impossible 3:

god i hate this fucking movie but the EOTD is really obvious.

The only scene in this movie that works 100% is after the stupid vapid villain is gone and when the movie returns to the two fucking actors who carried this horrible script on their fucking backs.

Ethan has a charge in his head that is about to detonate and kill him. He's asks Julia to kill him and then bring him back to life to defuse it.

I... My hatred of this movie is legendary but I love this scene. I love Ethan staggering around like a drunkard bc he's blinded by pain. I love the way he explains how to shoot a gun to Julia. I love his little "Don't point it at me" and the way he likens the reload of a magazine to the flashlight in their kitchen, something both of them understand. I love the absolute trust here--

Esp bc I think it's clear Ethan could die right now, but he'd rather go out trusting his wife to save his life than to worry about it too much.

And Julia actually fucking saves him, and it's good! It's the only good scene in the movie other than Benji's second scene. And if MI3's goal was to dig into the Emotions of the franchise, then fine, this is the scene that's best at it.

Still the worst movie. Someone stop JJ Abrams from ever writing scripts.

Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol

holy shit i am stunned someone clipped this bit

I am straight up stealing Brendon Bigley's EOTD scene because he's right.

This moment, right after Ethan and Brandt have escaped the river, there's this incredible lull in the action where Brandt asks "Why would that work?" about Ethan's ridiculous flare trick to misdirect the KGB dudes with the rifles.

Ethan's confused about Brandt's question because... he didn't know it would work, he played a hunch.

Brandt's bitchy lil "'kaaaaay.... so what was your scenario" and the way Ethan actually smiles as Brandt tries analyzing the logic of what just happened and why.

This is the EOTD of GP because it's the film tipping its hat to everything its doing (and everything MI will become moving forward) in microcosm. MI is not about metriculous clockwork plots and spy intrigue, it's about heart and instinct and the fucking motto of the IMF: "I'll make it work." Tacitly, this convo between Brandt and Ethan is Brandt as audience surrogate and Ethan as filmmakers' surrogate.

Why did that work? Don't worry about it, just keep saying yes and we'll get through.

(Also the bit immediately after with the best Tom Cruise Is Short joke in the series, immaculate physical comedy, love it.)

Mission Impossible: Rogue Nation:

fuck all y'all I'm going to pick a single joke and obsess over it

FIRST 15 SECONDS

THAT'S IT THAT'S THE EYE OF THE DUCK

I'm not even remotely kidding, but this is related to BTS info about the gag. The script apparently only said "ethan and benji get into the car" but when it came time to film, TC was like "I can't just get into the car, it's the waste of a moment. hang on, i got it" and for the next take just DID that stupid flail across the car. Pegg's stunned look is real because no one knew he would do that.

As a writer, I love this moment because yes, just climbing into the car would have been a waste. It would have been an opportunity to put in a character moment just forgotten.

This is related to that lovely lil moment in Fallout where the team are meeting up with Walker after catching Lane, and there's no dialogue, but as they come up the stairs, Benji spots Walker, and he immediately flattens himself to the wall to get out of Ethan's way and looks back at Ethan for guidance. Ethan gives Benji a nod to say we're good, don't worry and they continue up the stairs.

These are little moments of characterization that are mostly built from actors who are just very comfortable with their characters, and this expediency of storytelling. Cut all the unneeded seconds, and make sure every second that remains in the movie is doing some kind of work.

so yeah that's the EOTD for RN.

Mission Impossible: Fallout

the EOTD for the entire MI franchise is the scene with the Parisian cop.

Ethan stopping everything to try to convince a bystander to leave and keep them from getting hurt. That's the soul of MI, the same emotional damage Ethan's carried since MI1.

Mission Impossible: Dead Reckoning

"I was hoping it'd be you."

shocker, I'm not picking the moment when Ethan literally Says The Fucking Theme Out Loud, nope. I'm picking the moment Ilsa decides she too will follow the new IMF's batshit "beat the trolley problem by pushing the trolley off the tracks" creed, and gives up everything for a woman she doesn't know who is in over her head.

History repeats, and Dead Reckoning's obsession with closing the loop and creating internal consistency out of a series that has had five directors and seven films works perfectly for me. Venice is a visual recreation of Prague in MI1, with Ethan racing down dimly lit streets to save someone but is just not fast enough.

I also have this personal read on the scene as a refutation of Gabriel and the Entity, who represent an almost Calvinistic philosophy of inevitability and fate. Gabriel tells a lot of fucking lies for a guy fashioning himself to be a prophet, and he taunts Ethan about having to choose between Grace and Ilsa.

But Ethan doesn't chose shit, he's busy getting almost suffocated by Paris in an alleyway. Ilsa is the one who makes a decision, and for a person like Ilsa who literally was the person to ask Ethan to run away with her because all this spy shit is useless and meaningless

Ilsa is the one who picks, and she decides to save Grace. Not Ethan and not the Entity and not Gabriel.

Ilsa died to save an innocent (well mostly) woman, and that's the entire point of MI. There is no such thing as acceptable losses and if you can prevent someone's death, you do it.

AND THEN ETHAN SAYS THAT OUT LOUD TO GRACE BECAUSE "YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW ME" "WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES THAT MAKE?" AND THAT'S MISSION IMPOSSIBLE

okay i'm done

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

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Honestly just full and ripe with angst. I love angst; first it's Vox and Alastor's past then the jealousy that comes from seeing Vox with Valentino and Alastor with Lucifer. I don't think they would really calm down unless feelings are mentioned even when Adam enters the picture. For whatever reason even though Lucifer is the devil the other three are the three that struggle expressing their love. Good thing Lucifer is so determined.

Considering the relationships Lucifer could start with Vox to get things going. They haven't interacted from what we see in the series but Vox would literally be TOO excited to meet the big boss of hell though he'd be shocked to find Lucifer feeling anything for him in return.

I feel like Vox and Adam are the brats of the ship, like they always have something slick to say, always have an attitude at the worst times and Lucifer would start their punishments while Alastor would finish them. Brat taming at its finest.

There's this thing with pda where they will all invest in it but Lucifer or Vox would start it, gentle in their approach knowing just how their partners are and can be.

Hugs are big in this quadship but things like kisses, backrubs, massages and stuff would come later and even more intimate actions far later.

They probably have sessions where they sit in a circle and talk about what they and the other is and isn't okay with. Communication is a big thing to hold this ship together.

Things like morning coffee?? Vox is a bit of a puppy with these three? Always so eager to be around them and show off and I see Vox cooking the meals, taking into account what everyone does and doesn't eat so he could serve them correctly. He's probably the one setting dates too with the help of Lucifer with Adam and Alastor are willing to go with the flow.

They are honestly impossible to separate once they solve and talk about their issues and problems. That'll take time and effort but once they get there it's the most true and honest love. Like there's too many emotions to explain how all four of them managed to find each other.

Alastor would enjoy quieter dates like picnics or those boat rides that couples do? Adam is more for energy, take him to the amusement park or a concert or simply things like water fights, snowball fights, wrestling, etc could get him eager. Lucifer is honestly happy to do anything and everything, he's been alone for so long that he doesn't care what they do as long as they do it Buuut he does enjoy being in his home with them for the most part. Watching movies, cuddling, painting ducks, drink nights etc etc. Vox is confident that he does many things and almost like Lucifer he is the same way though maybe Vox is the guy to want to go out to dinner before coming home for cuddles unlike Lucifer who doesn't need to be outside prior to a cuddle session. Vox loves the aquarium too, things that make him think, his field trips with the other three can be a bit nerdy but in the cutest of ways to them.

They are slightly (not so slightly) scared of affection like... All of them but Vox and Lucifer are scared in a way were they don't want to accidentally overstep... To touch when the others don't want it and they are respectful but being able to touch those they care for is big to them. Adam and Alastor are scared in a way where they feel nervous about wasting effort and time. Like they trust their partners but it's more of a deep rooted issue than anything else.

It can and will be talked about and worked on. Interestingly enough Vox and Lucifer aren't affected by waiting for as long as they need to for their partners.

Alright alright let me move on before I ramble but I am very much so tempted to do so. 😮‍💨

NSFW

Ah, now I'm big on angst but right after that is my skills in smut so let me spitball some ideas at y'all.

Alastor's not versed in many things sexual prior to these though he and Vox had quite a few intimate moments before they fell out before Alastor's disappearance. Those times he loved so deeply that it scared him. I can see him being into cockwarming especially after these screenshots I posted recently. Like once he's in and he's all close and wrapped up how can he not take in their scent, or grip at their thighs and pull them closer, or trail his tongue over their skin? He likes the closeness when in their most vulnerable of states and it becomes less about the sex and more about the feeling of having someone to hold.

Vox is a bit keen on pleasing others even before he pleases himself, as much of a public figure this man is a menace behind closed doors. He'd definitely send a video to Alastor, Lucifer, and Adam of time experimenting with dildos and toys. All types too like call him the supplier or whatever lol. It's like he's always happy and eager to put on a show even though he knows he'll get handled when everyone finds him.

Lucifer gives BIG soft top vibes. Like he's soft until he's not and he'll give spankings, lashings, punishments of all sorts if he seems that the others really deserve them. Those types of punishments that feel so good that they hurt and I'm sure he wouldn't have trouble making Vox and Adam plead, Alastor can be a bit more stubborn but he can be tamed as well. Lucifer the dude to ask them little questions knowing the answers and when they reply he's immediately on them.

Adam is so shy when it comes to the more intimate stuff. It's not that he doesn't want to do it but that with his long history with heaven even neck kisses can make him hard beyond belief. Super sensitive?? Like don't touch bros wings... Or his horns... He'll jolt and jerk away in shock, big eyes and red cheeks like you just cupped his sack. He's so cute really, like he talks a big game but deep down all he needs is love and to be plowed until his head is spinning.

Kinks that come with these four are: cockwarming, spanking, collars and leashes, praise and degradation, marking, scenting, biting, grinding/dry humping, and others but those are the ones to come to mind first.

Like at this point everyone got they own collars for whenever the time is called for 😩😂

Hehe, imma stop here for now and see how y'all like this. If you want more follow me or wait for people to commission me or until I start the ao3 book!

[vintagepresley]

One bed in hotel room and it is the only room available and it is a small uncomfortable bed. With elvis or austin. Reader accidentally moved her ass against him making a groan slip past his lips and he gets hard.

Thank you for the request!! ❤️

You had been hired by Elvis to be his assistant and of course he took a liking to you the moment he saw you. You were just his type much younger than him and there was an innocence to you that only furthered his desire. So, hiring you meant he could spend time with you. He was always respectful and didn't let on that he had an interest in you. You flew out to California with him and the Memphis Mafia for Elvis' final movie role and he had you book rooms for everyone at a hotel and somehow they got things mixed up that once you all got there everyone had a room besides you. Elvis did everything he could to try to fix the mishap for you, hoping that because of who he was they would have another room available, but they were completely booked. Now you didn't know where you were going stay and had suggested to Elvis that you'd just find another hotel somewhere else. But Elvis quickly shut that down. "Now hold it, honey. I'm not gonna let ya stay somewhere else all by yourself. You can stay in my room." he said with a smile.

You were a bit hesitate about that. "I-I don't know, Elvis.. I don't think it'd be appropriate." you said softly. "I'm not gonna hurt ya, honey. Don't ya trust me? Besides I'm sure there's two beds." he said as he grabbed a hold of your bags. "Of course, I know that. Well, okay, I guess if there's two beds that should be okay." you said with a smile. "Good. C'mon.." he said leading the two of you over to the elevator and once you both got inside you pushed the button to his floor. He was smiling at you and it was the same smile he always had when he was around you, it always made you feel shy and flustered because he would just stare with those ocean blue eyes of his. Once the elevator dinged the doors opened he gestured for you to go first and he followed behind you. Once you approached the front of his room door, he sat your bags down and unlocked the door, you walked inside and he followed right behind. You looked around for a light switch and finally found it and turned the lights on.

Then the two of stood there in silence when you saw the one bed, the one very small bed. He sat your bags down and glanced over at you. "Well, I guess there's only one bed.." he said nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, honey." he said. "It's okay, I think I will just find somewhere else to stay, it's really no big deal." you shrugged. "I mean, I know it's not ideal but we can share the bed. There's no point of finding another hotel this late." he said softly. "Elvis.. No.. I.. You're my boss." you say nervously. "Listen, I promise tomorrow we can get the whole thing straighten out. Hell, we'll all go to a different hotel. It's just one night. There won't be any funny stuff.." he said quite sternly. You stared up at him and glanced back at the small bed and you let out a sigh because you were pretty tired. "As long as you promise no funny stuff because I'm not that kind of girl." you said. He cracked a small grin and nodded his head at your words. "I know you aren't, honey. I promise." he said assuringly.

"Did you want to shower first?" he asked with a smile. "Yes, if that's okay?" you said softly. "'Course, darlin', it's all yours." he smiled. You smiled at him and grabbed one of your suitcases as you walked off to the bathroom to shower and get ready for bed. As he waited for you to finish he unpacked a few of his things, he was feeling a bit nervous because he had a thing for you and two of you spending a night together in one bed excited him he had to admit, but also he promised to be a gentlemen. He had planned to keep that promise no matter how much he may be tempted to come on to you. You promised her no funny stuff.. He kept repeating in his head. Once you were out of the shower you were searching through your suitcase realizing that you had only packed your babydoll night gown which was a mint color and very sheer and had lace along the top and at the bottom trim. You obviously hadn't planned to share a room with Elvis.

You had no choice but to wear it which you hated because you didn't want to parade around Elvis in something like that. But you sucked it up and reminded yourself it was just for one night. So, you slipped your matching panties on and slipped the night gown on right after, hesitate to leave the bathroom. But you grabbed your suitcase trying to use it to cover yourself as you came sprinting out the bathroom, which only caught his attention as you sat your suitcase down. When he caught a glimpse of what you were wearing the room was completely silent, the both of you stopped dead in your tracks and you stared at one another. He swallowed harshly as he stared at you, the sheerness of your night gown allowing him to see your body, he licked his lips at the sight of your harden nipples that the thin fabric clung to and then his eyes fixated on your panties. He had never seen you this way and he couldn’t stop eyeing your body up and down, you tried to cover yourself with your hands, quickly climbing into the small bed and pulling the covers over yourself. He cleared his throat. "I'm uh... I'm gonna shower.." he said frantically, quickly walking off to the bathroom trying to hide the semi hard on you had given him.

You shook your head at him and tried to get as comfortable as possible and you turned over to your side not wanting to face Elvis' side. You laid there staring at the door feeling nervous about sharing a bed with him especially seeing first hand how he was with women. He couldn't control himself. You heard the faint sound of the shower turning off and not too long after Elvis came waltzing out in his black silk pajamas with red trim that had his initials 'EP' on the breast pocket. You peered over at him watching him walk over to the bed and you stared back at the door again as you felt the bed shift a bit as he climbed in beside you and when he was putting the blankets over himself he saw how your nightgown had rose up above your waist, revealing your lace panties that hardly covered some of your ass. He bit down on his bottom lip as he stared for another moment before pulling the covers over himself, the two of you didn't have much room so you were lying beside each other rather close.

It was awkward and silent as the two of you laid awake next to each other, the both of you doing your best not to be so close but your legs were touching, brushing up against one another. You tried to scoot away, especially because lying beside him had you feeling certain things you did not want to feel for him, but there was literally nowhere to go. Then he turned onto his side as well, facing you and you felt his body against yours. "Sorry, honey.. I-I'm not tryin' to be on you, but there's no room.." he mumbled. "It's okay... It's not your fault." you whispered. You moved around some more now doing everything you can to get comfortable in your uncomfortable position and without realizing it, every time that you had moved, your ass brushed up against him and when you did it again, a groan slipped past his lips unintentionally and he clenched his jaw tight trying to stop another from escaping, he was already turned on from seeing your nightgown and now he could feel his hard on coming back and he choked back another groan. "Are you okay?" you asked, thinking something was wrong with him. "Mhm.." he mumbled.

You kept moving and now he couldn't take it anymore and he grabbed a hold of your hips trying to stop you, his fingers pressed firmly against the delicate fabric of your panties. "Baby, I'ma need you to lie still.." he mumbled trying to fight back a groan. You raised an eyebrow when you felt his hand on your hips and you exhaled softly. "I'm sorry, this bed is just so small and uncomfortable." you whispered. "I know, baby. But please be still.." he mumbled. "Okay, okay.." you whispered and you got into a better position, but you were laying against Elvis now, who still had his hand on your hip and he sneakily slipped it around your waist and now he was fully hard and he didn't know what to do. As you laid against him you could feel something poking right up against your ass. You had a feeling of what it was but didn't know what to say and as much as you wanted to push him away you quite liked being held in his arms and the feeling of his erection only made the feelings you had worse. He knew that you could feel he was hard because the two of you were practically spooning at this point and he was surprised you hadn't said anything.

He raised an eyebrow and a small smirk fell on his lips when he felt you move a bit more against him, which only prompted him to make a move and he pressed his lips against bare shoulder, using his teeth to carefully push down the loose strap of your nightgown and watching it slip off your shoulder, leaving a small trail of kisses up to your neck. The feeling of his kisses causing a shiver down your spine and you turned a bit to face him. "Elvis, stop it..." you whispered. "Don't tell me this isn't what you want.." he mumbled against your ear. "I-It's not.." you said hesitantly, trying to stay firm in what you told him earlier. He continued to kiss your neck and making his way back down to your naked shoulder, his hand around your hips was now moving up your nightgown, his hand brushing against your abdomen. "Then push me away and I'll stop if you really don't want it, Y/N..." he mutter against your shoulder. You laid there, chewing at your bottom lip, conflicted. The way he touched you made you want him so bad, but it was wrong.

"Y-You're my boss... We can't.." you whispered. You felt his hand move further up and he grabbed at your breasts and brushed his erection against your ass. "Just pretend that I'm not your boss tonight and let me fuck you senseless..." he whispered into your ear. You let out a soft whimper at his words and the feeling of his hand grabbing, and squeezing at you while his cock pressed against you, your body was only wanting one thing now... HIM. "C'mon, baby.. You got me turned on comin' out here in that skimpy, little see-through nightgown.." he whispered as his teeth began to nibble at your ear. You couldn't resist anymore and it was evident when a moan came rolling off your lips. "Mm, fuck me, Elvis... Please.." you begged. He smirked at your words and he slid his hand back down your abdomen and over your panties as he whispered, "I knew you'd be a good little girl for me.." and then he tugged your panties down rather roughly and you kicked them off from around your ankles.

He pulled the blankets off the both of you and he forced your nightgown further up and his hand slipped between your thighs and he lightly brushed his fingers against your pussy a pleasing grin on his lips when he felt you were wet. "Look at ya, already wet for me.." he chuckled softly. You let out a small whimper and now he was teasing his finger between your soaked folds and circling around your clit giving it lots of attention as he flicked the sensitive bud between his fingertips and he was gradually making you even wetter and you wiggled and squirmed against him, moaning quietly. "There ya go, baby.. I want you this pussy soaked for me.." he said softly. Your hips thrusted forward against his hand as he continued to play with your clit and you were so wet by this point that your slick was coating your inner thighs, your moans soft, and cute. "Fuck.." you heard him growl.

He pulled his hand away and tugged his pajama bottoms down, since he hardly wore underwear you felt his hard cock slap against your ass the moment it was freed and you desperately brushed up against it. "You're so eager for this cock, little girl.." he said teasingly. He grabbed a hold of your thigh and lifted it just enough for him to slip his cock in between and you held the position he put you in as he wrapped his hand around his cock and teased your ass with it a bit before guiding it toward your pussy, rubbing the head of his cock between your soaking folds, getting his cock nice lubed up with your arousal, you pursed your lips together, muffling your soft moans as he teased your pussy. Then he lined himself up with your entrance and he slowly rocked his hips against you and inching his cock into you and he groaned almost immediately. "Ah fuck... You're so tight..." he groaned into your ear.

You shut your eyes tight at the feeling and your moans pouring from your mouth like honey, feeling how tight you were around him only made him lose control and he thrust his hips against you hard, roughly forcing his cock inside of you and forcing your walls to stretch around him and adjust. You cried out his name and whimpered loudly as your body trembled against his from the feeling. Once he got every inch of his throbbing cock inside of you he grabbed a hold of your thigh and began thrusting his hips against you roughly, that you could hear your ass slapping against him, his hand was gripping your thigh so tight you were sure he'd leave bruises as he plunged into you, making you take him deep. You moaned out loudly, feeling the wind nearly knock out of you from how rough he was being. "D-Daddy, mm..." you cried.

He was groaning so loud but the sounds became muffled when he started kissing all over you and making his way up to your neck, sucking at the soft flesh, leaving his mark all over you. "Fuck... C-Call me daddy again, babygirl..." he growled and his movements were steady and quick as he continued to slam into you, his cock hitting against your walls, the sounds of your cute whimpers and moans only feeding his horniness and he wasn't letting up. You turned your head to bury your face slightly into the pillows as you cried out the words, "Daddy" repeating on your lips and each time you whispered it more and more seductively, placing your hand over his that was on your thigh. The tiny bed creaking beneath the two of you and causing the headboard to slam up against the wall in rhythm with his thrusts. The two of you were so loud that poor Charlie who was in the room next to you, could hear every bit of what you were doing and he wasn't surprised Elvis managed to talk you into sleeping with him. Charlie banged on the wall. "Goddamnit, I'm tryna sleep, EP!" he shouted.

But the two of you were so loud you couldn't even hear him, Elvis reached around with his other hand and tugged the top of your nightgown down to reveal your breasts and he grabbed a handful of them as your bodies rocked together in a rhythmic pace, his large hand squeezing your breasts tight together as his cock slammed into you rapidly and he moved his hand that was on your thigh down to slap your ass. "Oh g-god, I-I love the way you take this cock, baby. Y-You gonna let daddy cum inside ya, l-like a good girl?" he managed to mumbled out between his heavy breathing and groans. You nodded your head at his words as your moaned even louder. "Y-Y-Yes, daddy..." you cried, hardly able to keep it together now as you felt your head spinning, your body trembling, tensing, and getting numb.

Elvis was experiencing the same he desperately needed to drain his cock inside of you and his eyes were rolling back and his breathing was heavy, his groans practically coming out airy as his body tensed up against you and his cock throbbed and twitched inside of you. There wasn't enough time to let the other person know they were going to cum because of how fast your climaxes were approaching that when they finally crashed ashore your bodies squirmed against one another, the noises loud and uncontrollable as you both came together. Your juices leaking out and down his cock as his warm cum coated your walls and filled you up. Your sweaty and tired bodies rocking slowly against each other as you rode out your highs and your moans decreasing to small whimpers as you tried to catch your breath and his moans simmering to low and long groans as you both came to a stop.

He pulled his cock out of you that glistened with your sweet arousal and his cum that was still leaking out of him. When he had pulled out of you, you felt so empty without him and you felt his warm cum seeping out of your pussy and down your thighs. He rolled over onto his back letting out a loud exhale as he reached over for one of his cigars, placing it between his lips as he lit the end with his lighter and then laid back against the bed as he smoked. You fixed your nightgown and then slowly turned to face him, your body felt so weak as you did and you stared at him thinking how sexy he looked as he smoked and you continued to stare as looked over him seeing some of his hair soaked from his sweat and you watched the beads of sweat from his forehead drip down his face. You moved to lay your head against his sweaty chest which you didn't mind one bit and slipped your arm around him, the smoke from his cigar lingering near your face. He smiled down at you, slipping his arm around you and holding you close to him. "Maybe sharing a bed wasn't a bad idea after all.." you said softly, giggling to yourself. He smirked at your words. "The best idea I've had all day.." he chuckled softly.

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Did I get carried away? Yes.. Yes, I did. But this was hot. 🤭 ENJOY.

[artist-issues]

Could you rank the album Blurryface and explain your rankings, please? Thanks and have a blessed day!

my brain

yay

Listen readers, if you like my posts about Disney movies & classic books & Old Hollywood or whatever, or if we’ve ever crawled into a story together and deepened our perspective on that story in one of my posts, but you’ve never cared about twenty one pilots, just trust me and read a little bit of this post. I want to show you something so good.

This is my favorite question in a long time. But you have the key to the obsession-corner of my brain, and you let yourself in, so this is a BIG rambling post, and you brought this upon yourself, and I’m very glad

Okay! I’m going to rank it concept-wise. As in, I’m going to rank it based on how in-depth and well-thought-out and excellently-communicated the ideas in the songs’ lyrics are. Because I don’t know anything about music—so any part of the rankings that are affected by something musical are that way because of personal preference, not because I know what I’m talking about. I recommend taking it slow, every one could be its own post because I suck at being succinct. 🙄

14. Lane Boy

I’m not going to defend myself, something had to go last, and everybody knows I’d rather listen to Lane Boy than any non-twenty-one-pilots song, and I think it blows any secular non-twenty-one-pilots song out of the water. So there. But it’s last on the list just because I think the concepts in the song don’t have as much brain-dissecting meat, and eternal value, as the other songs on the album. Other songs are about how we compartmentalize our issues, or they’re about mankind’s messed up state, or they’re about the dichotomy of fear and love.

And then this song is basically just about how twenty one pilots goes where they want to, musically, and doesn’t bow to the music industry or the patterns of what’s popular. But they’re tempted to. And that makes perfect sense, because on an album where he’s fighting his insecurities, being insecure about what “The Audience” thinks of you fits on the list.

I think the best part of the song is the lyric “don’t trust a perfect person and don’t trust a song that’s flawless.” From what I observe about Tyler Joseph, he actually does care whether or not a song, or a performance, is as good as it can possibly be. That’s super clear. But what’s also clear is that he believes in singing about something real, especially real flaws he has, so that other people can relate and use the information. So I don’t think he’s saying “don’t trust a perfect person and don’t trust a song that has no technical issues and couldn’t be any better.” I think he’s saying, “don’t trust a person who claims to be perfect, or their vague meaningless songs that don’t reveal their flaws.” (You know, when we gonna stop with it / lyrics that mean nothing, we were gifted with thought-type stuff.)

Which is still pretty deep, in a song that on the surface is saying “I know the music industry and genre-fans have expectations but I do what I want.”

Side note: I love the aesthetics of the music video and the “tempted by control, controlled by temptation” voiceover they used to do for the concerts with this song. The whole idea that Fame and Success have to be in hazmat suits, with gas masks on, is awesome. I don’t care if the concept is “Fame and Success can’t even deal with us, and all the insecurity we talk about in our songs,” or “Fame and Success are always interacting with songs that are rotting, dead, already on their way out of relevance.” It works either way. It’s cool either way.

But let’s just be real. It stabs me in the heart every time he sings the line, “if it wasn’t for this music I don’t know how I would’ve fought this.”

Like. Really? You don’t? If it wasn’t for music, you don’t know how you would’ve fought the dark thoughts? There’s nothing else you can think of, nothing else that specifically works against dark thoughts, that you might want to clue people in on? In a song that’s about not making decisions motivated by remaining popular, you’re going to point them to your own music as the only weapon you know of which works?

When you set yourself up to tell them that Jesus Christ is the hope that lasts eternally, not just moment-to-moment? When you could’ve said that you know a an everlasting Light in times of darkness? No?

So this one gets skipped more often than the others, and I know for a fact it’s because even subconsciously I don’t want to hear that line. I hope I’m wrong about it. I bet I am. I don’t think he meant all that. I think he was looking for a way to conclude that “I know about pain and darkness and that’s what should be in songs” thought, in a way that rhymed and sounded good. But still.

12. Tear in My Heart

(note: the list got out of order here because tumblr’s post editor is the worst and I couldn’t fix it. but Tear in My heart is ranked one higher than Stressed Out, that’s all you need to know.)

I like it when Tyler Joseph picks a concept that’s simple and then reminds everybody how true it is by talking about it like he does with Tear in My Heart. “Love hurts.” That’s a simple concept. “Yeah okay we know.” But in this song I listen to it and I want to be like “No, do you get it, love, giving all of who you are, even the messed up parts, to somebody and letting them do whatever they want with that, hurts. Not just because you’re afraid they’ll reject you—but because you’re afraid they won’t reject you, you’re afraid they’ll stay, which is harder and demands more of you, and you’re afraid they’ll see you, and change you.” Yes, change. For the better.

That’s the point of the music video. He’s looking around at everybody but he can’t see them clearly, everything warps around when he tries to meet their eyes. But not with his wife (then fiancée, I guess.) They see each other clearly. And then she beats the Blurryface out of him. Because that’s what real love does. It doesn’t ignore your flaws or accept your flaws. It sacrifices to help you grow out of your flaws. And that hurts! That’s uncomfortable! That’s Eustace getting un-dragoned in The Chronicles of Narnia.

But it’s also the best thing for the loved one. And! He introduces the whole idea with “sometimes you gotta bleed to know / that you’re alive and have a soul.” When you’re just in your comfort zone, even if it’s a bad place, you go numb. It’s scary to propose to somebody, or show them who you really are, or tell them how you really feel, but the good that comes with it is exhilarating.

And he uses the words, “she’s the tear in my heart,” which, if you dissect that: the medical term is SCAD, and the result of a tear in the heart are basically anywhere from irregular heartbeat (heart skipping a beat. aww. they’re in love and stuff.) to heart attack, (she has the power to bring him to a jarring halt) to slowed heartbeat. (She can also calm him down.) Even a more zoomed-out idea of the lyric, where you just picture what happens when you cut a tear in a heart, is a great metaphor in this context: blood gets out. It was safe and nobody knew what he was feeling. Now what’s inside his heart is finally visible. Because of her.

One more, one more! “She’s a butcher with a smile.” I love that he said ‘butcher.’ A butcher’s whole job is to follow a plan, and neatly organize, arrange, sort, the meat. From what I understand, a butcher typically follows the muscle routes that are already there. It’s not mad hacking and wanton destruction; it’s thought out. There’s a purpose. There’s even usually a plan, a map they’re following. He could’ve said “she’s a cutthroat,’” or “killer” or even “cutter.” But when there was nothing on the page, he chose to put “butcher, carver.” Purposeful cuts.

And he keeps it on-theme, with the album. Because like I said, the whole album of Blurryface is about insecurity—but it’s about fighting insecurity, and the number-one weapon he uses is putting that insecurity on display. Shining a spotlight on it. Because when you’re insecure about something you try to cover that up. You try to compensate for it, direct attention away from whatever you can;t control. Letting everyone see the thing you’re insecure about is hard and you feel exposed, but that action is actually the reverse of insecurity. Doing so with his wife is the best.

13. Stressed Out

This one is this far down because it’s about wishing for the comfort of simple, nostalgic things when in reality you’re freaked out about the future and the present. And that’s a really relatable concept, for a song, and it’s not super deep. We all do it. But it’s still on-theme, which is what makes the song feel deeper.

I like to get lost in the past because it’s what I know. (And the opposite of shat I know/what I can control is? Insecurity.)

If I have to choose between a difficult adventure in the present, or a painful memory to over-analyze, I’m always going to reach for the painful memory even though it’s a sucky headspace, and nothing new and helpful is likely to come of it. Why? Because I know what happens in that reel in my head. I feel control over it just by knowing what happens. But I don’t feel that control when I spin myself out imaging what could happen, and all the things I can’t control, in the present or the future.

Yeah, I’d rather go back and wax nostalgic for the days I played outside with my siblings, or the houses we used to live in, then think about how rent is due in a couple of weeks or how I might never get to have the career everybody expects me to have. So it’s very relatable.

The thing I don’t like about this one is that it doesn’t have that hopeful note in it that I like in twenty one pilots. It kind of goes, “yeah, wish we could turn back time, but everyone tells us to quit dreaming and make money, and it sucks.” And…that’s it. In the song, itself, there’s no hopeful conclusion. Versus in Tear in My Heart, at least he’s feeling like he has a soul and he’s “higher” than he’s ever been, and the butcher is smiling. At least in Fairly Local, there’s, “I’m not evil to the core / what I shouldn’t do I will fight.” But not in Stressed Out. Stressed Out leaves you dissatisfied, and maybe that’s the point.

11. We Don’t Believe What’s On TV

I love the progression of the ideas in this song (because it does come right after Polarize;) he’s actually taken a hard step. He’s not just standing at a crossroads between decisions, being insecure and never moving. The lyrics are “I need to know that when I fail, you’ll still be here.” He can’t fail if he’s not trying. So I like that the song has such a happy beat, and it’s the first one on the record (unless you count Heavydirtysoul) where he’s not just thinking about being insecure or what to do—he’s committing to doing something.

And then I find the song super relatable. The thing about having a dream is that when you chase it you risk a lot. You risk money, you risk time. You risk your emotions, obviously. So anyone close to you is going to notice you’re chasing after something. It’ll become part of your identity. Like me, proclaiming that I was going to work for Disney for years. If you fail, what do you say to all the people who knew you were shooting for that goal? How will they see you? As a quitter? As a failure? Are they going to feel sorry for you? Maybe it’ll be hard to talk about the things you used to talk about—and then they don’t know what else to make small-talk about. Not only your big direction in life is gone, but now something as comfortable as talking with friends is suddenly affected. And from there it’s easy to go, “wait, who am I without that dream I was going after?”

So the lines “what if my dream does not happen? / would I just change what I’ve told my friends? / don’t wanna know who I would be / when I wake up from a dreamer’s sleep” are spot-on. And they uncover the unattractive side of having a dream: the side where you fail and lose and feel like you don’t know who you are without it, so maybe you cover it up by “changing” the dream, or acting like you never really wanted that anyway, or act like you’ve found something new, to cover the loss.

But I also love the fact that the song is about how superficial things aren’t really what matter—your “dream” isn’t who you are. And the people who really love you and care about you know that, so when the dream goes away, they’ll stick around. Just like how Tyler says he doesn’t care about what’s superficial about them: “I don’t care what’s in your hair, I just want to know what’s on your mind.”

Fun fact: when I bring twenty one pilots up for any reason my father responds with “yeah-yeah-yeah” by default.

10. Ride

Ride is only higher than WDBWOTV because of the rapping verses. And not because it’s the one twenty one pilots song my father allows me to play when I’m in the car with him.

This feels a little repetitive, but I like Ride because it’s what twenty one pilots is about. They’re all about thinking carefully about what’s going on in your head and then making a decision to live for something. (I wish they’d come out and say that “something” is God, but whatever.) Ride is all about that. Living rather than dying is hard, especially when it means living, not coming up with meaningless extreme scenarios where you can imagine dying for someone, or staying happy all the time, or conquering your foes. It just means taking your time, and as life rides along, being careful to live for something day by day. Then again, it is a song that’s still just about thinking about what to do, instead of doing it.

9. The Judge

I think this is one of the clearest allusions to the Gospel Tyler Joseph ever makes, and I love the way he makes it. First off, that by saying he can’t tell if the song is about himself or the devil, he’s acknowledging that he, on a sinful level, is just as worthy of condemnation as the Devil.

That’s why he says, “found my way, right time, wrong place, as I pled my case.” You plead your case, in front of THE Judge, when you’re dead. So it’s the right time—everybody has a date on the calendar when they’re going to die, they just don’t know what it is yet. But it’s the wrong place—he’s in front of God, and he doesn’t deserve to be, any more than the Devil. But that’s why he’s pleading his case by freely admitting his soul matches Hell, not Heaven, so all that’s left is to beg that The Judge be merciful.

I like the mood of the second verse, where it feels like he starts describing what’s going on ‘three lights are lit but the fourth one’s out / I can tell cuz it’s a big darker than the last night’s bout,” etc., but then when he gets to “but I’m not good with directions” he speeds his flow up and sounds like he’s getting panicky. He’s giving excuses for why he’s lost—well why? Because he’s bad at directions. Listening to what he’s told to do, and then following through. And then just admitting that one flaw as an explanation for why he’s lost leads to admitting other flaws, at random, like he can’t stop himself: “I’m a pro at imperfections and I’m best friends with my doubt.”

I personally think, because of the context, that the three lights which are lit, but the fourth one that is out, are representative of Tyler not being clear about his faith. I think it’s an allusion to Peter, denying Christ 3 times (like Tyler already alluded to in Ode to Sleep.) But in Ode to Sleep, Tyler follows up the line about 4-denials with “metaphorically I’m a whore.” My take is, he’s only a whore metaphorically—because in Christ, he’s a new creation. But he keeps talking like he isn’t, worrying over his relationship with God and whether or not he’s really saved. Maybe because he struggles with doubting God keeps His promises, maybe because he struggles with doubting God is real, maybe both.

And after all, what was Peter doing when he denied Christ? He was denying specifically that he knew Christ. That he was in a relationship with Him, that he followed Christ. Peter was basically saying over and over, “I’m not a disciple of Christ. I’m not! I don’t know him!” to the people who ask. But it wasn’t true. Peter was Christ’s disciple; Christ chose him, and that’s what made the denial so hurtful.

So I think the lights going out, one by one, and he can tell that a season of that doubt is coming on, are his cue to leave. Get out of there, that place where darkness is creeping up, and go somewhere sunnier. But he can’t get there, because he’s not good at directions, and then he kind of spirals and goes back into the chorus realizing he never had any right to be “Christ’s disciple” in the first place, that’s true, and his only hope is the mercy of The Judge. Which is great, not something to despair over. Because The Judge is merciful.

But the cool part is there’s still an element of “insecurities” in there, distracting him from what would ultimately be a good place. It’s good to realize you’ve got nothing, and to realize that if you could wriggle out of God’s embrace, you would do it every time. Because then you realize all over again that He is merciful and He loves you, and you’re secure because it’s all based on His strength. So that particular cycle is good—when it ends with that realization. But instead, he’s getting hung up, not on “what will God think of me when He realizes (even though He knew it all along) that I’m unworthy?” but on “what will everyone outside my house think of me when they realize I’m unworthy?”

And when that happens, when you’re focused not on what God thinks of you, but on what others think of you, because of your insecurities, you can satisfy yourself, not with God’s love, but with pulling the wool over other people’s eyes. Maybe the people outside your house see the real, unworthy you—but you can cover that up. You can fool them. You can compensate for those insecurities, front, be fake. God always sees you clearly, but the people around you can be fooled into thinking you’re an okay person, and you have your act together. So his insecurities, Blurryface, is hijacking the cycle that would’ve led him to rely on The Judge and making him chase after the opinion of his peers, instead.

Instead of focusing on who God is, which is the hope in everything, Blurryface gets him to focus on who he is—whether that leads him to a revel or despair, doesn’t matter, as long as he’s not focusing on who God is.

I love this song.

8. Hometown

”My shadow tilts its head at me

Spirits in the dark are waiting

I will let the wind go quietly,

I will let the wind go quietly.” <- Those are some of my favorite lyrics ever. Ever ever. Why would a shadow tilt its head at you? Because it’s creepy interesting imagery, yeah, but also, because it’s puzzled. But it’s your shadow. So you’re looking at it like you’re puzzled, too, because shadows don’t move independently; either the light source is moving, or you are.

So the character Blurryface is puzzled because he’s trying to figure Tyler Joseph out—like Tyler is trying to figure him out—and/or because the light is on the move. What light is mentioned in this song? The sun. Which, in all their other songs, is representative of God or the kingdom of God.

Either way, all the insecurities and flaws and doubt that Blurryface embodies doesn’t understand God, or actions made in faith. So he’s puzzled in this song; because this song is about the songwriter begging God to do for him what he can’t do.

I don’t care. That’s what the song’s about. Tyler Joseph does his clever triple-meaning thing, so you can say that the song is about how people back home in Columbus, Ohio don’t really get twenty one pilots’ deep lore and metaphors, and that’s what the song is about—how people back home still don’t know who they are because they’re least famous among people who know them best—but that doesn’t cover the lyrics about “take me home and show me the sun/Son,” or “bring the fire, my bones will make it grow.” And a faith-based interpretation of the lyrics does.

(I mean, obviously, people can sing the song to themselves and assign whatever meaning they want. That’s fine. That’s how using words works. But I’m saying that what the songwriter meant can be understood by the lyrics he chose in the song—and if it can’t, then he didn’t want to be understood or was bad and making himself clear, and that’s just bad communication/useless artwork. But neither of those explanations are descriptive of Tyler Joseph.)

The first verse is what the songwriter wants to have happen—the place he’s from is dark, it’s without the Sun/Son, he wants to go Home, and he can’t do it without dying to himself, and only God can pull that off.

But the second verse is a call to action, for everyone listening, not just a plea for himself out of what he’s feeling. And that action really does have something to do with the temporal “hometown.” You can grow up hearing about God, one way or another, but eventually, you encounter darkness on your own. You realize you’re messed up, whether anyone else sees it or not. And that’s when you can either be insecure and give up, or you can look for salvation. But at that point, you have to look for salvation in something outside “tradition” and just “what the people around you believe.” You have to find out if any of that is rooted in truth, and then choose to believe it yourself. Whether anyone else, including the people who helped make you who you are, from your hometown, agrees or disagrees.

In Christianese we say “make your faith your own.” Even if you grow up in church there comes a time when you have to decide if that’s what you believe, whether your parents drop the faith or not. But it’s not just a church thing. It’s a universal, worldview thing. Even if you grow up in an atheistic community you have to decide, at some point, if you believe that, as an individual. Be introspective and decide what you believe, what you’re going to live for—the message of the band.

And of course, the language he uses is so overtly Biblical! It’s from Joshua 24. And the context of that passage is, God has finally given the Israelites rest from all their enemies, and Joshua, the faithful one who has led them in their homeland, is telling them that it’s decision time. If they choose to serve God, it’ll cost them everything. They can’t serve God and the pagan, materialistic idols their fathers fell to. It’s one or the other. He knows it’s a huge ask, and an impossible ask, actually, because God is Holy. God has to give you the grace to follow Him (same conclusion Tyler sometimes gets to in The Judge.) Here’s the verse, enough of my yammering:

“If it is evil in your sight to serve Yahweh, choose for yourselves today whom you will serve: whether the gods which your fathers served which were beyond the River or the gods of the Amorites in whose land you are living; but as for me and my house, we will serve Yahweh.”

Then later, after the Israelites say that’s what they want to do, they want to serve Yahweh, he repeats,

“So now, put away the foreign gods which are in your midst, and incline your hearts to Yahweh, the God of Israel.”

And this whole passage is really interesting, because Joshua is telling them to do this in the same place, geographically, that Jacob, their ancestor, hundreds of years before, had commanded his own family to bury false idols in the ground and turn to Yahweh. So when he says “put away,” it’s in reference to that moment; their earliest forefathers had a pattern of chasing after the beliefs and false hopes of the world, and then needing to bury those and follow God instead.

Anyway. This song is awesome because it’s about him coming to, in Christianese: “the end of himself.” The lyrics say that nothing about a human being knows the secret to redeeming souls. Only God knows that; only God can do that. So in an album that’s all about interviewing yourself, fighting the worst parts of you, trying to figure out how to beat Blurryface, Hometown says, “aaaand you can’t. You can’t do it. But God can. You don’t have the secret, you don’t have the playbook. But God does.”

7. Goner

This song is higher than Hometown because I like that when he does something slower and more complex, lyrically, without the same speedy metaphors, it’s just a straight-up war cry.

It is kind of a complicated song, though. I think. Because I can’t decide what exactly he was aiming for. Sometimes I listen to it and I think it’s about the songwriter fighting Blurryface, refusing to give up, and parts of the song could be sung by the hero, while others are answered by the villain, during that fight.

But sometimes I listen to it and I think he’s declaring that the fight is already over, (after all, it’s at the end of the album) but he knows it’s a cycle and he might get dragged back into the doubt that starts it all over again. “I’m a goner.”

Or, sometimes, I listen to it and I think it’s just a recap of everything the album teaches: 1) I’m messed up 2) but I’m not a hopeless case 3) but I’m tempted to hide the messed-up part 4) the only way to fix the messed-up part is to admit it, get it out where everyone can see it 5) but even then I can’t fix it, and they’ll all see I’m unworthy 6) Remembering unconditional love and grace fixes it.

Being “known” is the opposite of what the Blurryface character should want. Because again, insecurity is all about avoiding the things that make you afraid, make you feel out-of-control, and putting up a front like you’re fine. You make decisions based on what you want people to see, out of a desire for control. That’s why he’s called “Blurryface.” You don’t get to see his face. You don’t get to know the real him, because the real him’s messed up, and he can’t let anyone see that.

I think the one interpretation I vaguely settle on when I hear the song is that, if all you ever focus on is how to control everything and pretend you’re not messed-up—if all you ever put on is that “blurry face” mask—pretty soon you convince yourself, along with everybody else, that that’s who you are. You start to forget the real you. You can’t see your own flaws anymore—but hiding them is still puppetting everything you do, so ironically, they’re in control. Luckily, the people you’ve opened up to (if you ever have) and God, remind you of who you really are. So that humbles you, and saves you, from just being totally fake.

One thing about the actual lyrics. The fact that he says “the ghost of you is close to me” supports all of those above interpretations. Could be the Holy Spirit (you know, “Holy Ghost”) being closest to the singer when he’s “inside out,” being vulnerable, seeing himself for what he really is and admitting it. Could be the character, Blurryface, who’s been defeated but maybe Tyler forgets that, and feels “haunted” by insecurities that should already be harmless if he’d just remember what killed them.

I see some people saying that what he means is, Blurryface is so intertwined as a part of himself that he doesn’t know what would be left of him if all his insecurities died. I think that’s super bleak. But I can see why it would be that. If it is, it doesn’t bode well for Tyler or anyone who agrees. If you’re already at the point where your weaknesses and insecurities are something you identify with, something you think belongs in you, instead of a foreign contaminant that your soul’s antibodies need to purge, then…you’re really forgetting the Gospel. That’s not who you are anymore. It’s as much a part of you as a set of dirty clothes that you took off when you were 4; even if you’re cramming them back on, that doesn’t make them part of who you are.

I also frequently see people saying, “he’s not just asking for God’s help, he’s asking for anybody’s help! He says ‘somebody’ catch my breath!” Right. But then he says, “I wanna be known by you.” And in Kitchen Sink, it’s clear Tyler Joseph doesn’t believe anybody can know him, fully. Also, Anathema. Also, on this album, Not Today, and Message Man. There are too many lyrics where he explains that he doesn’t think anybody can know him—except God, who, in The Judge, and in other twenty one pilots songs, is depicted as the only one who can see all the way down to the bedrock of who Tyler Joseph is. And who all of us are. Hidden insecurities pulling the strings and all. So when he calls for help, he might be willing to accept anybody, but only God is going to be able to deliver, in the very end. (Friends and his wife can help, but in the end.)

Personally I believe the songwriter knows that. Based on the evidence in everything he writes. I don’t know for sure, though.

Anyway. I love that he ended the album with this song. Specifically, it’s not until the very last note that everything is resolved, and sounds like there’s some kind of peace, some kind of vanquishing of Blurryface. Like the fight is definitely taking everything to win. But Blurryface does lose; there is hope; that’s what I like about twenty one pilots.

It’s that Halloween-style “using darkness to show how weak darkness can be.”

6. Not Today

The concepts I’m talking about liking are getting repetitive, but that’s because he comes at the same topic (battling insecurities) from different angles, dropping into the same cycle at different points. But it’s still the same topic, same cycle.

Anyway! I love Not Today because of how awesome the lyrics are in the chorus, in response to the lyrics in the verses.

He keeps the metaphor of a house in there, but those first lyrics: “I just feel I’m better off, staying in the same room I was born in,” have this lie. The room you’re born in could mean you’ve never grown, never taken any chance, you’ve literally never moved from where you started. Especially because he gives a reason for it; he’s seen the world outside, and he doesn’t see what he can do to impact it for the better. <- That part is why I don’t think those lyrics mean “it would be better if I were never born.” Even though the same basic idea, that he thinks he has nothing to offer, is in both interpretations.

But because of that melodic (is that the right word) pause between “I don’t know why” and “I just feel I,” in the opening line, I think you can miss the meaning of the full thought. He’s admitting he feels this way, but he’s not accepting it, necessarily. Because the whole song is a strike back at “Blurryface.” He admits how he feels, but the fact that he starts with “I don’t know why I feel this way” is a clue that he’s examining the feeling, instead of trusting and accepting it as fact. It’s true that he feels that way. But he’s not making it his home. He didn’t even pick the words, “staying in the same home I was born in.” Or unlike in The Judge, he doesn’t use a possessive objective. He doesn’t say “my room I was born in,” not just because it would sound weird, but also because he’s in a headspace where he’s not accepting these feelings at “face” value.

So I love that opening.

Then, in the first chorus, he’s basically talking about how those dark thoughts, those insecurities, aren’t just in his head anymore. They’re out in the open. Where everyone else can see them—yikes, maybe—but he’s focusing on the fact that they’re out where he can see them. Insecurity wants to hide and fake. Getting it out in the open is step 1 in the right direction. Now the lies, the insecurity, can’t get to him the way it used to when he kept it in his mind as if it were something worth entertaining or identifying with.

Then I like that he takes a break in the second chorus to be like, “pay attention to what I’m doing, the sound of the music is happy but the words are not.”

Because he’s feeling like there’s no use in trying—bad thing. But he’s not giving in to that feeling, he’s examining it for weaknesses—good thing. Happening at the same time. Like the happy sounds, but down words, of the song.

Which just makes you feel like you’re watching a battle. Which one is going to win? The good or the bad? Right now they’re both in the picture—what’s going to be the killing blow that knocks one out of the picture?

Then he goes back into the chorus, but this time I think the words have a different meaning, even though they’re the same: he took that aside to address the audience and explain what’s going on. So the lines in the second chorus, “you aren’t seeing my side,” seem like he’s still talking to us, telling the listeners that they haven’t been understanding what’s going on in his head as he fights his insecurities, but now he’s showing them, which is what they needed to wait for: you can’t know what someone’s going through or how they need help till they choose to let you see.

Then there’s the bridge about him fighting someone for testing him. Which I think people mostly take to mean “I’LL KILL YOU BLURRYFACE.” But I don’t think that’s what he’s saying.

I mean it’s fine. That could be why. But I think it kind of misses the fact that a dude who insists, “just because I play the piano doesn’t mean I am not willing to take you down,” is insecure. That’s an insecure thing to say. He thinks people are going to see him as weak. And he just throws out “because I play the piano” as like, an example of what he thinks people are judging him about. And he’ll fight them. But then immediately he’s like “I’m sorry.” And it’s funny, I love that whole lyric, my family always joins in on that part because it’s fun to sing.

But the point, I think, is so smart—he’s back to saying something insecure. He has an outburst about how others see him. Then he says “sorry.” But it’s even an insecure, embarrassed-sounding apology. So this verse transitions out of talking to the listener about what he’s insecure about, into, while he’s at it, worrying about what they think of him—and whoops, that was a Blurryface moment, wasn’t it? He was supposed to be fighting that. He was supposed to be examining it. He just slipped into it again, suddenly, and the mood of the song is an involuntary explosion, like he couldn’t help it. So then the next chorus, the changed one, is more of a confession of being messed-up, all over again. “I’m, I’m out of my mind / I’m not seeing things right / I waste all this time trying to run from you, but I’m, I’m out of my mind.” It’s “I’m out of my mind” in the traditional sense—he’s crazy, as in, he doesn’t see reality, even when he’s looking at himself. And you could take that “I waste all this time trying to run from you” as him trying to run and hide his messed-up self from others—which is a waste, because it’s born of insecurity—or you could take it as him running from God. Of course. Both work, for this moment in the song.

But. I think the chorus is the best part. It sounds like two recordings of Tyler Joseph’s voice is singing this part, so I can see why people think it’s a duel between him and the character Blurryface: he’s singing, “not today, let me rip open the windows—now I dare you to make yourself heard.” If he voices his insecurity, the people who love him will come help. But maybe the character Blurryface is singing that right back to him; “not today, let me rip open the windows—now I dare you to make yourself heard.” As if taunting him with the idea that people who hear the real Tyler Joseph may not accept him; if he’s exposed, he shouldn’t draw any attention to himself.

But for all that effort I put into verbalizing how I’ve seen the take that the chorus is Tyler Joseph and Blurryface fighting each other, I don’t 100% agree with it. Because it doesn’t make sense, based on the well-established idea that Blurryface is insecurity—and insecurity would never do this: “tore the curtains down, windows open now make a sound.”

The whole rest of the album takes the tack that turning yourself inside-out, showing people the real, messed-up you, being open, is exactly what the character Blurryface wouldn’t want. He’d never be saying anything so clear as what’s in the chorus.

I mean. Time out. Not to get too geeky in this already-absurdly-long post. But everything about the character was against that. He’s blurry. You can’t see the real him, his face. He doesn’t even like that he has a name, or has been distinguished from Tyler Joseph in any way. In all those cryptic videos from what I can remember of social media before the album came out, you never saw him, even though he was the one supposedly recording. And the videos made no clear sense, I feel like I remember one being just, like, a dark shot of the woods at night and like breathing or something. In the in-character Twitter posts, he can’t spell—he can’t even type anything that he has to say clearly, because clarity itself is a kind of commitment in communication, it tells people something about you one way or another, and Blurryface doesn’t want anyone to be able to hold him to anything he says.

So no, I don’t think he’s got any part in the chorus. I could be wrong. But I don’t think I am. I think it’s someone from the outside, who knows the fight going on inside Tyler Joseph with Blurryface, breaking in. Ripping the curtains off the rod. Kicking the windows open, letting the light in. Telling him to get it out there in the open. Or, daring the Blurryface character to say his lies out in the open. And I think it’s God. Because again, we already established, nobody else can see inside of Tyler Joseph, in his entirety, except God. But if it is, then Tyler isn’t just getting scooped out of the fight by God’s rescuing hand. He’s joined in the fight, and then told to keep fighting—and tell other people about it. “Heard your voice, ‘there’s no choice’ / tore the curtains down, windows open, now make a noise.”

This song would be higher up if it hit me in the emotions as much as Doubt does. That’s how good it is. It’s the big fight scene, but the character Blurryface loses once the house is torn open.

5. Polarize

GGGGR this is taking too long. But I love all of these songs so much, even if Blurryface isn’t my favorite album, I can’t just say succinct things about it.

There’s this interview I watched with Tyler Joseph way back when I was fresh into high school. I don’t remember the exact timeline, or whether or not this album was out already. But he basically talks through Romans 9 without saying so. He tries to explain to the interviewer that he shouldn’t be “messed up.” That that’s not just him being hard on himself, and oh, we’re all imperfect people. He tries to explain that there’s something broken in everyone, that we want to be better than we’re actually capable of being, and that points to the fact that we were designed to be different, and something went wrong. He tries to really organically explain that, but if I remember correctly the interviewer comes back with like another platitude, and I think the subject gets changed. (If I can find it again in the bowels of the Internet from 2013 or whatever it was I’ll post it. It’s what gripped my teenage brain about this band. And about trying to phrase the Gospel that I’d always heard in a way that made sense to people who have never heard.)

But this song is that. It’s him, trying to explain that he’s noticed the polar opposites of his nature. And he’s trying to decide which parts are which, and why, and where the division starts and ends. The problem is, the only One who can help him divide those clearly is God—and surprise surprise, Tyler Joseph’s trust in God is split, too.

This one is ranked so highly because of that. Because instead of just stopping at “I want to do the right thing, but I can’t, so let’s sort that out, and You help me,” he goes even deeper. “Wait, how do I even depend on You to help me when I can’t even decide if you’re there or not?” It’s Semi-Automatic all over again. It takes a different kind of deep thinking to admit that you can’t even ask for help with absolute certainty.

Polarize might get its own separate post.

4. Fairly Local

Fairly Local is this high on the list partly because of the music video and I’m not ashamed.

It’s the introduction to the character of Blurryface, and look at how he can’t make sustained eye contact. I love that.

I also love that the microphone in the music video is a light bulb. Because it’s the words of the song that are illuminating what’s going on in the songwriter’s head.

The duality is just a preview of Polarize, in the lyrics, but I love his vocalizations. Maybe you expected me to say more higher up on the list, but this is too long already, and the more I like it the more I want to make a separate post, if I ever let my obsession out of the locked-door part of my brain on tumblr again. (look now I’m using twenty one pilots imagery, what have you done?)

3. Doubt

This one is this high because he says “even when I doubt you, I’m no good without You.” And he’s talking about God. I might elaborate on that in a different post. I know how this song feels. Getting lost in trying to trace the paths you’ve already gone down in your brain, until even thinking about God isn’t a lifeline as much as it is a maze, because you’re thinking too much about your part in it, and you’re just left reaching out for Him blindly because you can’t see which direction He’s in anymore, in your own brain. And you need something from the outside to reach in and dig you out of yourself, because there’s nothing trustworthy in here anymore. I know how that feels. This song is Addict With a Pen’s sister.

2. Message Man

This one gets its own post for sure. But the lyrics are better than any other song aside from Heavydirtysoul on this album, I think.

1. Heavydirtysoul

This one is top of the list because 1) I don’t think it can take second place to any song musically on this album, and 2) the lyrics sum up the band. I’ll make a post of its own about this one, too.

Is that disappointing? That I went all the way to the top and didn’t give you a thought-out reason for the number one? Well, now you feel some of the insanity I experience when I listen to this band. “What do you mean, you’re stopping there? You took my hand and led me this far and now I have to stumble around in the dark and figure out the rest myself?”

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I really may come back and edit it. I’ll tag you if I do. Or just follow the “my favorite band” tag. Hey, thank you so much for this ask! I know I look way too hyper-fixated, but truthfully, they just came out with the new album. And you have to understand, the people around me can’t stand me saying two words about them, because I’ve talked too much about them. So you’ve become my outlet.

If you made it this far I want to hear your opinions, too! I’d do this for every album, but hopefully you learned not to open this can of worms 😂 because then I never stop talking

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Note (pls read): hey there! this is the first piece i’ve written after like three years of literally nothing. if this seems a little off and ooc it's because i suck lol, but i’ve been obsessed enough about melissa to try and write something again, even though it didn't come out as “melissa centered” as i first attempted to, pls be patient with me <:

I can't say no to you.

“Do we really have to go?” Melissa sighs for the hundredth time, clicking her earrings in place. “We could just stay in, watch a movie? I’ll even let you pick, and I won't complain about your poor choices.” She looks at you through the mirror, and though the offer is tempting, you don't cave.

“We promised Ava, baby. Besides, I’m sure it'll be fun!” You smile at her, your fingertips tapping your knees while you wait for her.

“I didn't promise anything, but whatever. I still don't know how I let you talk me into this.” She rolls her eyes, trying to act more annoyed than she is, but in reality she’ll do anything you’d ask her to.

_______

Two weeks ago, Ava walked into the teacher's room acting like she got the best idea in the whole world– and to you, she kinda did.

She got in contact with an animal shelter that has been going viral on TikTok and “offered” to make a few videos to incentive her followers to adopt puppies.

You knew that for Ava, this was just another way to become more popular and gain followers, but at the end it was still a good cause.

So when she asked if someone was interested in helping her out– “You’ll never get another chance like this in your lifetime,” where her exact words, you jumped excitedly to help.

Everyone was surprised to say the least, they all just expected Janine or Jacob to be the first ones to volunteer, but Ava was grateful you beat them to the punch. “Alright girl, that pretty face will get me lots of interactions. I’ll text you the details.” She winked at you before leaving the room.

The only person who was not thrilled about it was, of course, your girlfriend Melissa.

“Did you seriously agreed to help Ava out? Outside of class? For her own benefit only?” The redhead was still trying to understand what the hell just happened in front of her, Gregory being the first one to agree with her.

“What’s wrong with giving her a little help? Like you said, she's doing it mostly for herself, so I can be there to make sure the puppies can get a home instead of just Ava trying to look good around ‘em.” You shrug, not entirely lying.

Melissa scoffs, but ultimately decides it’ll be better to talk you out of this at home instead of surrounded by people who seemed equally excited about the puppies as well.

Back at home, she never, ever expected you to convince her to tag along as well.

_______

“What she doing here? I’m tryna get more followers, not cancelled!” Ava huffs, her hand resting on her waist as she glances at both of you.

“Ava don't be mean! Mel is here to help to the cause as well.” You defend her, though you're 100% sure she doesn't really need it.

“Trust me, I’m not interested in being seen in your stupid little videos anyway.” Melissa bites back.

“Your loss.” Ava shrugs, not really bothered. Finally, she walks you both to meet the head of the shelter before she goes to finish her whole set up of lights and everything.

You introduce yourself but, soon enough, your attention is taken away by the loud barking of puppies.

“Oh, Mel! Look at them!” You cry out, quickly kneeling by the dog playpen fence. The puppies are excitedly trying to get out to you, and you lean over to try and pet them all.

Without noticing, your elbow knocks against the lock and suddenly the small door is open, and the eight puppies you counted were running out of the fence and knocking you down. You couldn't stop laughing as they walked over you and licked your face, while the woman who introduced herself as Mabel tried to get them off you and into their place again.

You didn’t notice Ava taking a video of you, let alone Melissa sneaking her phone for a quick photo.

Mabel gets most of the puppies in, and you grab the last one while attempting to get off the floor. “Oh look at how cute you are!” You smile brightly like a child on Christmas, holding the dog close to you.

You glance at Melissa, whose smile can't be erased as she looks at you being the most beautiful human she's ever seen.

“That video is gold for my page.” Ava chuckles at the phone, and you look at her horrified.

“You were recording me?!”

“Why else did you think you were here?”

“Ava I must look awful–”

“–You looked cute.” Melissa interferes before you can finish your thought. She knows you can get a little insecure and anxious sometimes, always preferring to be prepared when someone is about to take your picture, but before you can go there she makes sure you know how perfect you are. “No one's gonna be looking at these damn dogs when you look like that, hon.”

Your cheeks instantly heat, hiding your smile against the dog’s soft furr before you put it down with the rest. “That’s not the idea. At all.”

A couple of hours later, when Ava was satisfied with all of the material she got and the puppies seemed way more exhausted, it was time to call it a day.

You helped Ava get cute shots of the puppies by playing around with them, and recorded her when she attempted the same. Somehow, you even got Melissa to pet one of them and you were sure Ava was going to use that in her favor.

Overall, it was a great day and you were sure the videos would help the shelter as well. You just wished you could take them all home and give them the love they deserved. If not all, perhaps just one?

“Oh I’m going to miss you buddy.” That little puppy you had held for a minute at first, didn't stop following you around, whining to get all your love and attention, and you couldn't say no to that golden golden furr and soft paws. This is what heaven looked like for you.

You glance up at your girlfriend, smiling softly at her with the puppy next to your face. “Isn't it the cutest thing you've ever seen?” You ask softly, not willing to let go just yet. Melissa raises her eyebrow and looks reclutantly at the can.

“Far from it, honestly.” You roll your eyes.

“C’mon, look at those cute ears, and that little nose! It's perfect.” You nuzzle your face against it, walking closer to Melissa and holding it at eyes level expectantly.

“If I say yes will you just put it down so we can leave? I’m already done with this shit show.” She crosses her arms, trying to look as unbothered as possible. But you are relentless, not ready to give up just yet even though you know what the outcome might be.

“Five more minutes, please baby? Just pet it a little, it deserves love as well.” You pout, knowing the redhead won't be able to resist for too long.

“Okay fine, but just once Y/N!” Melissa sighs, extending her arm to pet the puppy. Right on cue, the dog barks happily, making Melissa jump a little. Before it keeps barking louder, she carefully takes it in her arms to quiet it down and it surprisingly works, the dog starting to lick all over the redhead’s face instead. “That's enough. I guess it’s fine, done?”

You can tell Melissa is trying not to enjoy this, but the small puppy is really adorable and so excited to be passed around you two. You really want to ask the question, but you're not sure you’ll cope with Melissa's answer.

So, instead of asking, you hold the puppy in your arms and, like he knew what was going on, both of you look at your girlfriend with the biggest, brightest eyes you could muster.

“What? Why you looking at me like that?” Melissa squints, and Ava laughs behind her.

“Are you blind? The girl is dying to take that thing home.”

“Y/N, are you crazy? What are we even going to do with a dog? All they do is bark and shit all over the place, and do you know how expensive it'll be? You need food, and toys, and a leash, a bed that they’ll outgrown soon! Who will take him to walks so he doesn't shit all over our apartment when we're not there, huh?”

Maybe you don't have everything figured out just yet, but you will!

“Him?” You raise your eyebrows.

“His balls are right there, but that's besides the point! Did you hear everything I just said?”

“I did, baby. I hear you.” You say softly. The puppy– which is obviously a male, starts whining and lays his head against you, looking up at Melissa with big brown eyes. You take the opportunity and do the exact same thing, both of you staring into her beautiful green ones.

You didn't think she would crack so soon, so easily. But you guess she had been picking up on your energy the whole day, and how happy you were when you first landed eyes on the puppies. At the end of the day, she knew she couldn't deny you anything. The smile on your face was worth more than talking you out of the whole thing.

“I swear to God, if that thing ruins my couch, pees on my carpet, gets on my bed– he's out.” Melissa grumbles, though you know there's no real treat behind it, or at least you hope.

“First of all, it's our bed. And second, the couch is already wrapped in plastic baby, nothing will happen. I’ll make sure, promise.” You peck your girlfriend's lips softly, your smile growing against her. “Thank you baby, Rocco and I love you.”

“Rocco? You named it already?” She can't believe she's agreed to this, and she knows she can't back out, but that doesn't mean she won't fight against the dog a little; even if she secretly thinks he's cute, has thought so since you first held him.

“Of course, Rocco Schemmenti. It suits him, don't you think?” You smirk, knowing damn well you already have her.

“Shut up, he hasn't earned the right to be a Schemmenti yet.”

“And what about me?” Your free arm sneaks around Melissa’s neck, little Rocco laying between you two as the redhead’s hands rest on your waist.

“Oh hon, you were born to be a Schemmenti, trust me.” She finally gifts you one of her beautiful smiles, green eyes closing as you lean over to kiss her, laughing when Rocco starts licking both your cheeks. “Let’s take this thing home so I can show you properly.”

[mammonsbby]

Hustlin'

A/N: I posted an excerpt of this a while back and finally got to finish it. Let me know what you think. Pairing: Mammon x GN!MC Rating: Mature Contains: Cursing, gambling, smut but it's not super explicit Words: 3367

✨Masterlist✨Drabbles✨

“Mam?” You say as you enter the secondborn’s bedroom. The white-haired demon looks up at you from where he’s bent over the pool table, about to take a shot. 

“Just a sec.” He concentrates and starts to line up his cue. He tests it. Once, twice. Then he strikes. The cue ball slams into the pyramid and when it breaks, three balls go rolling into pockets. Mammon beams, then looks up at you.

“Nice job!” You say, clapping your hands for him. You notice the way his cheeks darken at your praise.

“Thanks. So, what’s up, human?” He leans his cue up against the table to sling an arm around your shoulders. You’d come to ask if he wanted to grab dinner together, but… Now you’re getting a better, slightly evil, idea. 

“Uh, actually, I was going to ask if you could teach me that.” You say sheepishly. 

Mammon raises a brow. “You wanna play pool with The Great Mammon?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Yeah.” 

“Alright, I’ll do 20 Grimm a ball.” He says with a grin. 

You pout. “I don’t have any cash right now. How ‘bout an IOU?”

“Nope, don’t take IOUs.” He shakes his head. 

“You give plenty of them. And you never pay them back.” You point out.

“I know. ’s why I don’t take ‘em.” He grins.

“Mammonnnn.” You whine. He just laughs and wraps his arms around you. Then he screeches when you pinch his butt.

“Don’t fuckin’ do that!” He says, jumping away from you.

You stick your bottom lip out. “Can’t I get a cute little human discount or something?”

“Nope. I don’t give discounts either.” He answers. Then he mutters under his breath, “’specially not to people who pinch me in the ass.”

“Well… Instead of playing for cash, maybe we could make a bet instead.” You suggest, sitting down on the arm of the sofa.

Mammon’s ears perk up, just like you knew they would. “A bet?” He says, tilting his head. “What kinda bet?”

Now that you have his attention, you beckon him closer. He comes to stand in front of you. And he looks into your eyes, eager to hear the wager you have in mind. 

“How about… For every ball the other person gets into a… Hole thingy, you have to take something off?” You say, eyes hooded as you fiddle with the lapels of his jacket.

Mammon swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, “You wanna play strip pool?”

“Will you teach me?” You say, batting your lashes.

He considers it for a moment, chewing his bottom lip. “And we take off one thing after every ball?” 

You nod again, slowly. Mammon licks his lips. He likes the odds, but… Should he really make such a bet with someone who doesn’t know how to play? Before he thinks about it too much, he smirks and sticks his hand out. You give him yours and you shake on it. “Deal.”

“Rack ‘em up!” You say, excitedly grabbing a spare cue from the wall rack. 

“‘Rack ‘em up?’” He repeats, raising a brow. 

“What? I’ve seen movies.” You say, rubbing the little blue cube on the end of your cue. 

He chuckles and goes to reset the balls. If you were playing for money, he would feel bad for taking advantage, but… You just had to go and tempt him with his two favorite things— Gambling and naked MC.

“Alright, I’ll let you break. So, get over here.” He says, jerking his chin towards the head of the table.

You oblige and go to stand in front of him. “Show me what to do?”

“Sure.” Mammon puts his hands on your hips and has you bend slightly, then takes your cue from you. He demonstrates by laying the stick on his right thumb. “Hold it like this,” He breathes in your ear.

You look over your shoulder at him, “I put it on my thumb?”

“That’s how I do it.” He answers with a shrug.

You take the stick and hold it differently, with your fingers on the felt. “This is how they do it in movies.”

“You gonna trust movies over me?” Mammon asks, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulls you flush against him and kisses your temple.

“You might tell me wrong so I’ll lose.” You point out.

“I wouldn’t lie to ya.” Mammon says, his voice husky as he presses his lips to your neck. You start to tilt your head for him, then realize what he’s doing. 

“Hey! Don’t try to distract me.” You grumble, swatting him away. He snickers as he backs away with his hands in the air. 

“I’ll stand over here,” He says from the other end of the table. “So you won’t be distracted.”

“Good.” You say. 

“Go ahead, bust ‘em up.” Mammon says, waving his hand. He watches you adjust your grip on the cue. 

“I hit the white one into the rest… Right?” You ask, making Mammon smile.

“Yep.” He says with a nod.

“Like this?” You pass the cue slowly through your fingers, waiting for his approval.

“Uhuh.” He closes his eyes and nods again. “Now, don’t be disappointed if—”

The loud crack of the cue ball striking the pyramid cuts him off. He opens his eyes and watches as all the balls start to bang off one another. After a couple seconds, the two ball bounces off the wall and rolls into a corner pocket. 

“I did it!” You shout, clapping your hands.

Mammon smiles, though he looks a bit bewildered. “Good job. Uh, now, you get to go again.”

“Really?”

“Yep. Them’s the rules.” Mammon says.

“What about our rules?” You say expectantly.

Mammon makes a confused face, “Huh?”

“Take off your jacket, babe.” You say with a wink.

“Oh, right.” Mammon flushes slightly as he starts to shrug out of it. He dumps the jacket on the couch. “Happy now?” 

“Mmhmm.” You grin, eyeing him like a hunter would its prey. Mammon looks at the floor and you start to chalk your stick again.

“Oh, right. Now, the next one that goes down determines who’s solids and who’s stripes. So, any of them is fair game.” Mammon says, trying to help. He’s so cute.

“Oh, okay.” You smile. And right away, you determine that your next target is the three. You smile and decide to mess with him. “Three in the side pocket,” You say, pointing out its route with the end of the cue before you line up the shot.

“You don’t have to call—”

The ball is sunk before he can finish his sentence, leaving him speechless. He gives you a wide-eyed look, like a deer in headlights. And you watch his face and he puts it together. You can practically hear the gears turning in his pretty head.

“You know how to play pool, don’t ya?”

“I do.” You laugh.

“Fuck.” Mammon curses. “I can’t believe you suckered me that easily.”

“Aw, don’t feel too bad. I learned from the best scammer in the entire Devildom.” You grin. 

“Don’t make me feel any better.” He scoffs, then takes off his glasses. He slides one leg into the collar of his shirt.

“Aw,” You click your tongue shamelessly. “I was hoping for the shirt next.”

“You don’t get to pick what I take off! It’s bad enough that you’re hustlin’ your own boyfriend!” Mammon exclaims.

“Hustling? Is that what I’m doing?” You ask, tilting your head. Now that you’ve picked solids, you shoot again, sinking the six. Mammon sighs and starts to take off one of his boots.

“Am I going to get to shoot, or are ya just gonna strip me?” He asks, dropping his shoe on the ground. He’s aggravated. And a little horny. But he ain’t telling you that, he hates being played!

You consider it. It would be fun to sweep the board and strip him down. But, since you feel bad for lying, you decide not to. You intentionally botch your next shot, sinking the cue ball. “There baby. Go ahead.”

Mammon grumbles, “Finally gonna let me play?” 

“Yep. Do your worst.” You challenge. 

“I will.” He promises. 

Boy, does he keep it. He pockets three balls in less than a minute and suddenly you’re missing both shoes and your hoodie. Okay… Maybe you shouldn’t have provoked him. 

He looks sort of dangerous like this. You can imagine him in any pool hall in the world, playing against pool sharks and rookies alike. Instead he’s playing you, and if you don’t think of something, he’s going to win. You’re sort of even now, each of you missing three items. You’re standing off to the side, watching as Mammon tries to decide his next move.

The look in his eyes is a familiar one. He’s so turned on he can’t fucking stand it! And you can tell. And he knows you can tell. He looks over at you and you smile sweetly. While he walks around the table to line up his shot, you curl your fingers around your cue. Then start to slide your hand up and down it, nice and slow.

“Just watch this, you’re not gonna get another shot.” Mammon declares confidently. Then he looks up and sees your hand sliding up and down the pool stick. He makes a strangled noise and nearly drops his own cue. You hold in a laugh as he fumbles with it.

He tries to ignore you and goes to take his shot, but at the last second he glances over, just in time to watch you rub your thumb over the tip of the cue. His hand moves without his permission, slamming the cue ball with so much force that it bounces off the table and rolls until it hits the base of the stairs.

“Damn it!” He curses, slapping the felt with his hand.

“Aw, babe. Did something distract you?” You ask, feigning innocence.

“No!” He shouts quickly. “I— I’ve only got one boot on. My feet ain’t even and it threw me off.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll even you out.” You say with a smile as you pick the white ball up and set it on the table. You sink the five next, it was an easy shot. Mammon grumbles something about cheating and being sexy, but removes his other boot regardless.

Next, you take a moment to think before taking out the four. Mammon huffs and leans against the table. He removes one sock and starts to stand up. “Both socks count as one,” You say, chalking your cue again.

“Is that so?” Mammon asks, a snowy brow arched. You smirk.

“Wouldn’t want you to be uneven again,” You tease. Mammon exhales through his nose and gives an indignant look. Then rips off his other sock and tosses them both towards the hamper. He moves to stand, but you hold a hand up.

“You don’t have to get up.” You say, punctuating the sentence by sending the seven ball into a pocket. He’s down to just his t-shirt, jeans, and boxers now. He knows there’s no way you’ll accept any of his half a dozen rings. He’s surprised you let him off with the sunglasses earlier.

“Damn it to hell. How are you so good at this?” He asks. Then he sighs and peels his shirt off over his head to reveal his chest. 

“Mm,” You sigh at the sight. “There it is.”

Mammon flushes. “Shut up.” 

“Nope.” You say with a pop. “Now, you just sit there and be a pretty boy for me, okay?” 

Your last ball is crowded by a couple of Mammon’s. There’s no way… Wait a sec, maybe if you can… You start to line up what’s hopefully an incredible trick shot. But, just as you start to slam your cue forwards, Mammon moans, high and pitchy, and your shot is ruined. The cue ball spins off to the side and stops before it hits anything.

When you look up, Mammon is still sitting on the edge of the table. But now, his back is arched and his head thrown back. And his hands… 

You swallow deeply when you realize what he’s doing. “Are you… playing with your nipples right now?”

He gives you a sideways glance, his eyes lidded. “Me? No, I— Nnng. Ahhh,” He cuts off with another moan. “I’m just sitting here being, mm, pretty for ya.” He says, fingers twisting his nipples.

Well, he’s not wrong. The light over the table casts a glow over him. His dark skin and toned muscles, the position he’s put himself in, the sounds he’s making… He’s the prettiest thing you’ve ever fucking seen. 

You cough. “It’s your turn.”

“What’s the matter, human?” He asks, taking his cue.

“You’re a cheater.” You say.

“Uhuh. Everyone knows that.” He admits. Then he leans in close to you and you know now that you’re the prey. You always have been. 

You shudder at the thought, then look away.

 “What? It’s okay for you to give your cue stick a handy but I can’t touch my own chest?” He says, lifting your chin.

You bite your lip and look away. “Oh, just… Take your fucking shot.”

He laughs as he does. And manages to sink two balls at once. Your face falls. 

“Hmm, I think that leaves you in what? Just underwear?” Mammon asks cockily, leaning on his cue like it’s a cane. 

Unfortunately, he’s right. You step away and pull your shirt off. Then push your pants down and step out of them. You feel his eyes on you. Mammon gives a low whistle, which makes your face heat. 

“Ain’t fun, is it?” He says as he looks you up and down. Your entire body starts to feel hot. Luckily, he’s just as affected. You can tell. 

“Baby?” You say. 

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

Mammon turns back towards you and he looks upset. “Don’t start trying to trick me like that now. That’s fucked up.”

“I’m not. I swear.” You say, moving closer to him. When you wind your arms around his neck, your bare chests touch and you can feel his arousal against your hip. And in the way his hands come to squeeze your waist. 

“I love ya too.” He breathes. Then you pull him down for a kiss. When you finally take your tongue out of his mouth, he looks torn between finishing the game and throwing you on the table to have his way with you. Finally though, he makes his decision and turns back towards the table. You should’ve known he wouldn’t give up the game.

You sigh softly. Then, as he bends over to take another shot, your eyes are drawn to the back of his jeans. He turns to look at you with a soft smile, then starts to aim. Before he can, you grab two handfuls of ass and he shrieks.

“MC!” He throws his cue across the table in surprise and his shot is absolutely fucked. Mammon turns to glare at you, betrayed. “You said you loved me.” 

“I do, baby. I love you so, so much. That wasn’t a trick.” You peck his lips, but he’s not convinced. His brows are still knitted together. “Okay, maybe the butt groping was out of line.” You admit, then you shrug. “It’s not my fault you have a great ass.”

He can’t argue there. So, he just rolls his eyes and steps aside. “Go on then.”

You’ve got one ball left. And Mammon makes no move to stop you from sinking it. Instead, he stands completely still beside you. And, once the ball is down, he undoes his jeans and lets them slide down… Your eyes widen and he looks a bit embarrassed. 

“Guess I didn’t have boxers on.” He says. “I can go some, if you want.” 

“Don’t you fucking dare,” You say. All you need is to sink the eight ball and he’s yours. You glance back over at him. He’s completely nude, save for his jewelry. A familiar shimmer catches your attention. “Fuck, that damn dick piercing.” You whine.

He grins, “You love it.”

“Hm, you’re naked. Does that mean I win?” You ask, ready to jump his bones and fuck him silly. 

“Hell no. There’s still balls on the table.” He says, shaking his head. 

You ogle him for a moment, watching the way his dick twitches under your gaze. “You don’t seem like you’re interested in the game…”

Mammon’s face warms. “Either way, we ain’t done until you sink the eight. So get on it.”

You turn to examine the table. The eight ball is wedged between two striped balls and the wall. You don’t particularly care if you ‘win,’ because you know that Mammon can pick up the slack quickly if you fail. And either way, the outcome is the same. You’re going to fuck no matter who drops the last ball.

You take a shot, and all three balls rattle. Miraculously, the black ball bangs around three corners then finally sinks into a corner pocket. Mammon is on you before it hits the bottom. He sets you up on the table and puts himself between your legs. One of his knees grinds away at your crotch and your eyes roll.

He presses against you until you’re lying down and climbs over you to give you desperate, heated kisses. Your hands are in his hair and his arms on either side of you, holding him up. When you finally break apart, you pant for a moment before saying, “Bed.”

“What? Not comfy enough for ya?” He asks, a gleam in his eyes.

“No, it’s hard as a rock. Besides, we’ll ruin the felt.” You say. 

Mammon takes you to the bed instead. And once you’re there, he captures your lips in his and he grinds his hips into yours wildly. Both of you cum before you can even take your underwear off, which is slightly embarrassing. But your ridiculous form of foreplay had gotten you both a lot closer than you realized. As you come down from your highs, Mammon kisses your shoulder. Then he sighs as he flops down next to you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, still trying to recover your breath.

“You know, I haven’t lost a game of pool in over two hundred years.” He says.

“I find that hard to believe. You seemed to have an awfully hard time concentrating.” You tease, rolling your head to lay it on his chest.

He gives you a look. “Are you kiddin’ me? If you hadn’t pulled all those little stunts, I woulda destroyed you.”

“I don’t know… I think I’m better at pool.” You say, taking one of his hands so you can play with his fingers. You start to twist one of his rings.

“No way, I’m the Avatar of Greed for a reason.” He says.

“I guess so…” You trail off and he snatches his hand away.

“Don’t believe me? Double or nothin’ I could beat you, as long as you don’t try anything.” Mammon dares. 

You raise a brow. “What is ‘double’ if we’re playing for sex?”

He thinks for a moment, then whispers in your ear. Your eyes widen. “Rack ‘em up.” You say, already starting to climb out of bed.

Mammon laughs and follows you.

It turns out that he’s right, he is the Avatar of Greed for a reason. And without dirty tricks— which were so below you, MC— you don’t have a leg to stand on. He beats you with four balls still on the table and pulls you back over to the bed for round two. 

“Oh fuck, MC!” He squirms under you.

“You won. Why am I topping?” You ask, thrusting into him. 

His eyes roll back. “Ah, ah, this, nng, is what I wanted.” 

You laugh and continue to pound into him, not giving him a moment to catch his breath until you’re both finished. You fall onto the bed beside him and try to catch your breath. He’s still panting himself, completely fucked out. 

“Hey, Mammon?” You say after a few moments.

“Huh?” 

“Wanna teach me how to play poker tomorrow?”

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[eris-snow]

𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Deku's birthday series 2023, izuku x fem!reader, fluff

He’s always there with his beautiful, dorky, bright smile…his big, expressive eyes and genuine laughter that always gets your heart swelling. He’s always there, even though it’s not the same.

I love your laugh. It’s not polite or feigned, it can be cute or like cackles, but it gets me cracking up too. I don’t care if Mina calls you unladylike for it, I don’t really care what anyone says about it, although I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you that. Seeing you genuinely happy makes me feel really happy too.

Izuku’s notes are growing dangerously sweet as the days pass by.

You make sure to remember it, embrace it, and cherish it well before this version of him goes.

It will be painful letting him go again.

“Hey Y/n, you coming?” Ochaco says, poking her head into your room. Swiftly, you hide the letter from her, shoving the note in your pocket that had been wrapped around your pencil after Izuku borrowed it from you.

Maybe you should just switch back to sticking the Post-it notes on your doors again.

A memory of Mineta almost making out your note causes you to shudder.

Nevermind. Using objects is a good idea.

“Yeah, coming down in a second,” You reply, grabbing your white hoodie and pulling it over your body before making your way out of your room.

Flicking your lights off, you turn back to see Ochako giving you a judgemental stare.

You cock an eyebrow. “What?”

“You’re smiling.” She points at you, eyes softening. “But you also look like you’re gonna cry.”

“What in All Might—” In a flash, you’re checking the closest mirror to fix your expression as Ochaco sighs loudly beside you.

“You know, I don’t understand why you can’t just tell him about the Quirk accident—”

“Been there, done that, got the T-shirt.” You sang, still frowning at your eye bags. “Trust me when I say I freaked him out. It was the worst cycle. Pretty sure he hated me—”

“Deku would never hate you!” She scolds, dragging you away from the mirror despite your protests. Ochaco pulls you into the lift as her big chocolate-brown eyes stare determinedly at you. She grips your shoulders. “Get a grip, Y/n! Isn’t this entire movie night idea he suggested for you? I don’t think Deku could hate you even if he tried. It’s the same kind of immunity Katsuki has!”

“Okay, firstly, just because we’ve known each other from childhood doesn’t give us immunity—”

“It does, you’re just blind, Y/n—”

“Secondly, I just want him to live normally!” You protest, gesturing into empty space. “You know, man’s been in a war and is already tasked with being the new Symbol of Peace. Zuku deserves some normal after all of that!”

Ochaco does not look amused.

“Well, man’s broken bones and has battled a half-immortal, white-haired Voldemort rip-off. I don’t think he can ever be normal.” She muses.

“Don’t call Shigaraki Voldemort, that guy is the embodiment of trauma.” You sigh running a hand down your face. “Hence why he deserves normality instead of me swooping into his life like an unglorified flying squirrel—”

“And you don’t?” Ochaco says, voice growing decibels louder. “You don’t deserve a normal life? One where you can live knowing that Deku properly knows you, instead of tumbling back to square 1 every year?”

You snap your mouth shut at that. You’re almost tempted to say…no. You don’t deserve it.

But the words don’t form fast enough.

“He calls you Starlight for a reason, doesn’t he? You mean something to him.” Ochaco releases your shoulders as the elevator dings, signalling that you’d hit the bottom floor. “Do something about it. Before you waste any more time.”

--

It is still thunderstorming outside, which isn’t unusual despite the summer. With the massive heat that had built up over the course of the last month, the skies had been threatening to pour since the afternoon. It only delivered in the evening.

It was the appropriate weather for some spooky horror movie, but with the Deku squad (or as Katsuki liked to call it, the nerd squad), you highly doubt that was up their alleyway. Still, you humour them.

“So, what are we watching?” You ask, sitting beside Izuku as he gives you a small smile. You feel dizzy, probably because of your sort-of pep talk with Ochaco just a few minutes earlier.

“Disney, right? We’re trying to get Todoroki up to date with all the childhood movies he missed.”

“Can we watch Frozen?” Shoto asks promptly as he dumps the snacks on the table in front of the TV.

Izuku tosses a blanket across himself, a frown creasing on his face as he tries to get comfortable. “Shoto, we’ve watched that 10 times—”

“Yes, but there’s a Frozen 2, you see?” The dual quirk wielder points to the second movie’s link, blinking back at Izuku expressionlessly. “I wanna watch this one.”

“Sounds fine to me,” Ochaco shrugs. “Where’s Iida?”

The greenette sighs and shakes his head. “He said he’s not up to it. Iida’s had a long week. Plus, I don’t think he likes compromising his bedtime for this kinda thing.”

“There are good reviews on it.” Shoto continues, scrolling through the Google page.

Todoroki really deserved a better childhood, you think to yourself, empathy welling up in your heart.

“Disney it is, then,” You smile, rubbing Shoto’s shoulder gently as a form of comfort. “We’ll watch it now.”

--

Ochaco had bets when Izuku suggested the movie night. In fact, the betting pool had been going on ever since the war ended, and one of them had been “both of you snuggling together.”

This movie night and rain was a godsend.

Watching Izuku and you were definitely much more entertaining compared to watching Kristoff singing to a bunch of reindeer, after all.

Unfortunately, both of you were stubbornly polite about each other’s personal space. Izuku had cocooned up in his blanket in the centre of the sofa while you had decided to slump over the couch’s armrest like a lazy cat.

It made her want to pull her hair out, but she refrained from getting involved.

You hated it when someone messed with your relationship with Izuku, and when you blow, she doesn’t want to be on the receiving end of your fury.

She’s asked Katsuki about it, and even he admitted that it was about as scary as when Izuku got mad.

She’s not about to pull the pin on that grenade, either.

One day, when the quirk is lifted and you finally be normal friends with Izuku, she hopes that you’d stop with the white lies and hidden secrets that you have to keep from Izuku.

One day, she’s sure.

That day just isn’t now.

--

“I’m starting to get sleepy, but Todoroki’s still watching. Is that bad?” You whisper to Izuku, scooting a little closer to him from your spot.

Izuku glances over to the dual-coloured-haired teen, eyes fixated on the screen like a child eyeing their favourite candy. “No, it’s not bad,” He assures you.

Thunder claps again, and it makes Izuku shiver in his bundle. “It’s so cold today, isn’t it?”

“Freezing,” You agree, flipping your hood up. “But that’s because there’s aircon in the dorms and the rain is making everything colder.”

A thought crosses his mind, and almost immediately, he blurts. “Want some of the blanket?”

You blink at him with shock and…something else, but it makes his cheeks warm instantly. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it like that, I swear! I’m so, so—”

“Shh!” Shoto shushes, eyes watching Elsa intently as she parkours across ice blocks.

Izuku bites his lip, blush growing redder. His voice lowers. “I just meant, you know, if you're cold, I’d—”

It’s almost painful watching him murmur to himself like that, and the only thing you can think of is to shift closer to close the gap between the two of you. Before he can say anything more, you wrap the blanket around yourself, making sure that there’s a crack of space between the two of you.

“Is this good?” You ask as Izuku’s mouth snaps shut.

“Yeah.” The green-haired squeaks, voice barely over a whisper. “Yeah, this is good.”

--

This reminds you of your childhood. You and Izuku had always done this, and you hadn’t been shy one bit about leaning into his embrace back when you were kids. Keeping each other warm during the winter, cheering for All Might’s victory and screaming at the screen…you hadn’t realised how much you missed it until you were inches apart.

It was astounding what puberty could do to people these days.

Izuku’s presence has a lulling effect on you, and soon, you find your head drooping, accidentally landing on the greenette’s shoulder more than once.

By the 4th time, he leans closer to you and says, “You can just lean on me, you know? I wouldn’t mind.”

You nod in response, finally caving. “Wake me up once the movie’s done…”

Mumbling out that last sentence, you close the final gap between the both of you, and fall into your slumber.

Awkwardly, he extends his arm to wrap around you, suddenly feeling overly self-conscious of his sitting position and yours.

Was this really okay? Was he overstepping boundaries? He’d never want to with you, and—

“Oh, Zuku?”

He stiffens around you, cold sweat soaking his palms. Instead, you pull the blanket around the both of you tighter. “I like your laugh too.”

You always have, really. It’s raw and sweet, never feigned in any time he laughed in his life.

Katsuki still gets those blinding smiles and eyes filled with admiration, but you were always the one who got the happy chuckles and boisterous laughter. The fact that Izuku hadn’t found your laughs creepy was a marvel in and itself, but you wonder if he knows just how much you love his.

“Thank you for today, Zuku…” you slur, drifting off into sleep.

The last thought you have before fatigue consumes you is how much you miss that special chuckle reserved just for you, partnered with that smile he only gave to you.

Izuku smiles softly beside you as you go limp, no longer feeling so awkward anymore. “You’re welcome,” He whispers, easing into your position.

“I’m glad I could help.”

--

“Well, damn, I thought it’d be hard to find them in this position, but these lovebirds are really out of it.” Ashido sighs, staring at the couch. The movie had ended 30 minutes ago, and Shoto was fast asleep in his sleeping bag as Ochaco and Ashido stared at the other two.

Izuku had fallen asleep not long after you, and it led to his head resting yours. The blanket that was wrapped around you held you together, and as a result, had given you nice, cozy warmth as you embraced each other so innocently. You both look like you’re dating.

“My payment,” Ochaco says sweetly, and Ashido groans and pulls out a 10, muttering. “’s not fair.”

“All is fair in the betting pool. Why do you think we banned Katsuki?” Ochaco demanded, stuffing the notes into her pocket before she lays out her sleeping bag.

“You didn’t have to ban him. You know he doesn’t like the idea of using his friends for spare cash.”

“Course he does. He’s a saint,” Ochaco grumbles, taking a final glance at Izuku and you. “They’ll figure it out, right? Once the quirk is lifted, they’ll get it together?”

Ashido smiles, placing a supportive hand on her shoulder. “They will. They’ll get through this.”

Ochaco nods, as if trying to convince herself. “They’ll be fine.”

[3mcwriting]

Regret, Part 3: Burned

Regret Masterlist

Warnings: Language, Steve being a dick

Synopsis: Your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, the lead singer of the internationally famous band "The Avengers" was a fan-favorite. From his chiseled muscles to his movie-star smile to his old-fashioned manners, everyone loved him. But you were okay with that. Because he would never cheat on you. Right? Well...

Taglist: @angelsincident

"Turn around?" She quickly turned her head, eyes widening when she saw him.

"You mean that fine ass man who just walked in?" Nat asked, facing you. "Damn, girl! Congrats, he's definitely some good eye candy."

"Hello, ladies," the same smooth Russian accent slithering into your ears, bringing memories of your dance and a small shiver down your spine.

"Hello, I'm Natasha," Nat said with a sly grin. "(y/n), how about you introduce me to your friend?"

"I don't know his name," you said, shrugging.

"Yeah, names are too serious aren't they, love?" he asked, winking at you with a self-satisfied look on his face. Nat turned to you with a sly expression on her face as she mouthed, 'love'.

You sent her a look. "That's right. If you don't mind me asking, why are you here?"

It would be a real shame if he was some weirdo stalker.

"Isn't that too serious?" He smirked. You just gave him an unimpressed look, making him chuckle. "Well, I just auditioned for the band."

"Well, that's wonderful." Nat looked at you, a glint in her eyes. "You should tell (y/n) some more about how that audition went." Nat winked at you and walked away.

Smooth, Nat. Real smooth.

You sighed.

"So, (y/n), huh?" his voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

"Yeah, listen I gotta go get started on my work," you told him, unsure that you wanted to be around the handsome man with such an intoxicating presence. "But I'll see you around if you make the auditions."

"What do you do here?"

"Today I'm supposed to listen to the auditions tapes with the members of the band and we decide if the people auditioning make it."

"Ah, well then put in a good word for me, will ya love?" sending me a wink and a charming grin.

You laughed a little, almost tempted to do that just to spite a certain someone. "Sorry, can't do that. Now I really have to go, but good luck."

You walked to the sound room where everyone was gathering, Not noticing a certain blonde haired, blue eyed man whose gaze was full of envy as he watched your interaction with the handsome stranger.

•••••

Steve gritted his teeth, watching as you laughed lightly at the man who had auditioned.

Why the fuck is she with that little shit?

Anger clouding his mind before quickly turning into shame because he knew exactly why.

He had cheated on her.

Fucked up the best relationship he'd ever had just because he felt like he could get away with it unscathed.

He never thought she'd find out.

Never thought she'd leave him.

And he had always thought that if she did find out she'd get mad for a day then they'd make up and everything would go back to normal.

What an idiot he had been.

Especially thinking such a betrayal of trust wouldn't harm the relationship between you.

Just seeing her smile at that man, knowing that if he hadn't screwed up he would be the one she smiled at. You hadn't allowed him to visit you, you'd blocked him in every digital area you could, and you hadn't appeared at work for two months.

All because he'd fucked up.

How different it would be if he hadn't been such a massive idiot...

He'd be the one who would get to stare into those gorgeous (e/c) eyes, full of humor and joy.

And at the end of the night he'd go home with you, cuddling with you in your bed as the two of you watched movies and fell asleep.

"Hey, man, you ok? You look a little out of it." Clint's voice snapping him out of his pity party.

"Yeah, I'm all good."

"Good, cause we have to hear the auditions tapes and you're gonna have to man up and face the music. We both know she'll be there," and with that he clapped him on the back and walked to the sound room.

Steve swallowed nervously as he stepped into the room, everyone going silent as eyes darted between him and (y/n). He looked at you, hopeful for some kind of reaction. He had called you dozens of times only for it to go straight to voicemail. And eventually you had changed your voicemail to, "if you are a cheating bastard don't even bother leaving a voice mail or I'll beat your ass, if not then I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

You looked up from your phone, looking at everyone. When your eyes landed on Steve, nothing different happened. No lingering gaze, just indifference in your eyes. And your best friend sitting next to you, glaring at him like he'd killed her puppy.

"Ok! Let's get this going." Tony cut the tension. "(y/n) you can give us your feedback first, then Natasha, then Clint, and yada yada yada. "

"Oh, actually I can't today." Your voice rang out in the room.

"What? Why?" Tony asked.

"I can't be impartial." You said, looking vaguely embarrassed at admitting that..

"Are one of them your friends?" Clint asked, jumping into the conversation, then taking a swig from the flask Natasha passed him.

"Well, no...but-"

"My girl got some action last night and doesn't trust her fair judgement when it comes to the hot Russian," Natasha said, grinning at you when you glared at her.

Steve's mind went blank. Natasha's sentence echoing in his head, he almost growled thinking about what she meant when she said, "action"

There's no way you.....

"Well, then get out of here. We don't need some girl in here talking about the 'action' she got, especially since she can't be useful." Steve said harshly. Everyone's faces snapped toward him, expressions from shock to anger painted across their faces. Tony stood up, his face painted with rage. But you grabbed his arm and gently tugged him down.

"Well, I'll see you all later, well those of you who aren't jealous pricks," you said. As you started to leave the room, you bent down to where he was sitting, whispering, "Green doesn't look good on you, Rogers." Then confidently strode out the door, but not before he saw your lip tremble and your eyes get glossy. Immediately he felt terrible, wondering why he always chose to be even more of a dick to you. Steve stood up and exited the room, hoping to apologize. But stepping outside, he only saw that same prick from earlier hugging you.

Steve clenched his jaw but didn't say anything, knowing that his actions caused this. He locked eyes with the guy, him glaring at Steve and Steve glaring right back.

"Hey, (y/n)...I'm sorry, I didn't mean that-"

"Then what did you mean?" you cut him off harshly as you let go of the man.

"I," he faltered, "I don't know."

"You don't know," you chuckled humorlessly. "You didn't know why you cheated on me either. Just go, Steve."

"No, I don't want to go."

"Then what do you want Steve, because obviously I've never been good for giving you what you want," you said, voice cold.

"I want you back! Ok? I want the late night cuddles, those soft morning kisses, and I want your face to be the first thing I see every morning. Please give me a chance?" Steve begged, knowing it wasn't fair of him to ask this from you but too selfish to care.

"How long?"

"How long what?" he questioned.

"How long were you cheating on me?"

"I-I always loved you-"

"Of course, and while you always loved me you were cheating on me for how long?" Your eyes were filled with fire and your voice ice. "I'm guessing 2 months when you stopped telling me you loved me. God, I should've seen it."

When he opened his mouth to try to say something, you just continued. "And Steve I won't give you a chance because you had yours and you threw it into the fire, not caring how much it burned me."