Should Have Wrote A Letter

Blue Ruben Daniels - 24 - Faust Loyal - Get Away Driver - Words are Futile Devices

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What is one sexual insecurity that your muse has?

Blue is pretty confident about his body and sex in general. Sometimes he gets rather scared about how small he is. Should something go wrong with his partner he doesn’t always know that he can defend himself. Which is partly due to past experience and partly due to the fact that he has a hard time trusting people in general. Even those he cares for and that care about him. 

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How does your muse respond to people making advances on them?

When Blue was in a relationship he would often say he was flattered but taken. He’s not one to cheat once he’s settled in with someone. However, now that he’s single, he is ready to mingle. The man is a shameless flirt. So if someone gets to making advances on him and he likes it, he will go along with it easily. Sure, sometimes he can be a nervous stuttery mess but most of the time he’s pretty easy good. Especially when he’s high. Then nothing gets to him. However, Blue is touchy about saying no and someone still coming on to him. He will bite, scratch and fight dirty as hell to get out of that situation. 

[blux-baby]

did you ever love me?

“With everything I got, Tiger. Ya just didn’t love me. Not the way I am. You wanted a different me, and they never asked me to change a thing.”

@richieoshea

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everythings-all-write​:

In-Depth Sinday Meme

What is your muse’s favorite place(s) to be touched?

Are there any foods that are like aphrodisiacs to your muse?

Are there particular scents/sounds that turn your muse on?

Does your muse enjoy dirty talk? Do they like to do the talking or being dirty talked?

What are some subtle gestures that get your muse in the mood?

How does your muse communicate to others they they’re in the mood?

How does your muse flirt?

How does your muse approach someone they want to sleep with?

What are some physical things your muse does when they want someone to sleep with them?

How does your muse approach one-night stands versus long term partners?

Is your muse very physically intimate?

Is your muse very emotionally intimate?

Does your muse enjoy cuddling after sex?

What are the requirements for your muse to sleep with someone?

Does your muse use protection? If so, what kind?

What is a fantasy your muse has?

Is your muse noisy in bed? How noisy? What makes them reach that level?

Does your muse enjoy teasing? Giving or receiving? How long can they stand it?

How does your muse respond to people making advances on them?

What is a kink your muse has? How would they bring it up to their partner?

What is one sexual insecurity that your muse has?

What kills the mood for your muse instantly?

What gets your muse in the mood instantly?

Does your muse enjoy roleplaying in the bedroom?

Does your muse prefer gentle lovemaking or rough sex?

Is your muse the type to fall in love from having sex or to leave it be?

What was your muse’s first sexual experience?

What was your muse’s best sexual experience?

What was their worst sexual experience?

Does your muse enjoy kissing? Caressing?

What is your muse’s favorite part of sex?

What is one area they’re great at during sex?

What is one area they could use improvement in during sex?

please say if its for juno, billie, or joey.

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Sammy

Sebastian

Blue

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crimsonxbaby​:

angel was going nuts. she hated being injured. more than a lot of things. she was usually on the go. it kept her brain busy enough to not think as much. and she definitely didn’t want to think for a little while. the gala had shaken her up far more than she’d been prepared for. and definitely more than she wanted to admit. 

despite knowing that she needed to stay in the med suite at the house, she was up. her ankle hurt like crazy but she had to move around a little bit and she didn’t want to search for crutches or anything. eva was gonna kick her butt, she knew it. but better to ask for forgiveness than permission. pretty much how angel lived. 

she saw blue standing outside with a cigarette. “yeah well, just add second hand smoke inhalation to my growing list of problems,” she chuckled, wincing at her side. “you good?” 

Probably shouldn’t be in one of the most violent gangs in the city if you count second hand smoke as a problem, Blue leaned his head away from her as she spoke this time. He blew away from Angel to make sure none got in her face. For once his thoughts stayed thoughts and didn’t come out of his mouth. That was another thing he’d learnt while away living with the O’Sheas. How to shut his damn mouth. Keeping some things under wraps was better than saying them out loud. He’d seen the problems that could arise from a loudmouth time and time again while with the O’Sheas. 

“Huh, me?” Blue asked looking a bit confused. He’d managed to come out of the Gala with a few stitches on his left hand from a piece of glass and some bruises but that was just about it. She looked like she had a bomb go off right next to her. “M’good. Happy to be home. The fuck happened to you?” He asked with mild worry touching his tone.

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rahikumar​:

Blue in Faust territory is a sight to see. Rahi had always lended a hand, been there, listened. It felt like somewhat of a betrayal (couldn’t count those in one hand, could’ja?) to simply see it unfold now, all efforts thrown away into the evening air. 

The Gala, for most of it, was still a blur. Alliances, attacks, intentions. Not so easily deciphered. 

“You’re cool if you lend a drag,” Rahi says through a half-smile. “What happened, man? What’d you do? Be honest with me, and I have stuff that’s better than whatever second-hand blow you’re going for.” 

“You got it.” Blue hummed as he poped his own smoke back between his lips, hands going to fish out his carton of darts. He couldn’t help but give a bit of a laugh Rahi started in on the questions. Did no one know what he’d been doing these last few months? Well, he was going to have a lot of explaining to do if that was the case. “Do you want the long story or the short story?” Blue asked around his smoke before handing a fresh one off to Rahi. Which was quickly followed by his lighter. 

Once his hands were free, Blue took a long drag and breathed out. “Meet up with an old highschool flame. O’Shea leader now, Richie, as it turns out. Teddy, Oliver, and I decided to use it to our advantage, you know? Went into the lion's den for- Fuck, must have been half a year. Shit went down. He goddamn asked me to marry him. It was wild.” Blue started to recount with a fire starting to twinkle in his eyes as he thought about it. “Got myself into the O’Shea hotel. Learnt some good shit to bring back to the boss man and they pulled me out at the gala. So here I am. Back all safe and sound at the Faust House.”

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xoverzealousx​:

Even with everything that had happened, Gemma was glad to be home. Her month long trip to Italy wasn’t exactly vacation, in fact, while she was gone, she never stopped working. Preferring the water to land, Gemma tried to be at the docks as often as she could, but after the gala, she knew she also had a duty to be home. Stepping outside for a cigarette, Gem turned the corner and nearly walked into someone who had the same idea. Aiding in his waving, Gemma coughed lightly, smiling. “No worries, I didn’t exactly make myself known.” Quick to realize who it was, Gemma’s brows furrowed slightly. She didn’t know the whole story of Blue’s mission. She was curious, but she couldn’t make him tell her. Pulling out a cig of her own and lighting it, she spoke casually, “I heard you made quite the impression at the Gala? I didn’t see it myself, but I trust my family’s word.”

Before going undercover, Blue hadn’t gotten to know a whole lot of the Fausts. He’d been shy, more reserved, and highly worried about other people’s judgment. However, coming away from months of being with Richie and his fucking family, Blue knew he could live without anyone. He could get by on his own. So, if people wanted to judge him, they could and he could keep on living just fine. It was an odd thought. Even two months ago the idea of someone he cared about leaving him would have left Blue weak in the knees. The feeling of being alone had once been such a great fear but that fear had become calloused and hardened. It no longer gripped him so tight and he felt like he could finally breathe for the first time in months. 

Or maybe that was just the heroin talking.

Either way, he gave Gemma an apologetic look. Walking into a cloud of smoke was normally not a good time for anyone. He couldn’t help but cock a smile up on to his lips as she spoke on. Was he proud of doing so well on his mission? Yeah, yeah. He actually was rather proud of himself. Spitting out lies on the fly, pulling false emotions out of thin air,  tricking damn near everyone around for weeks on end and finally wrapping it up with a bag. Literally. “Oliver needed a hand,” Blue shrugged. “Any one of us would have stepped in and gotten him out. ‘Was just in the right place at the right time.” He explained. “But, yeah, it was- Well, you actually nailed it with: quite the impression.”

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Back to the Fausts. Back to home. 

Blue had spent the day getting his room back in disorder and checking in with his deals. He’d made his rounds, gotten sorted, and headed up to the medical rooms to see if he could help with anything. There wasn’t much he could do but changing bandages was something and he didn’t need to be sober to do it. Do you know how good a shot of smack felt after months of being clean? No? Shit, it’s like flying after thinking you were permanently grounded. It was unbelievable being back here. In this gang that accepted him just the way he was. And with all, he’d learnt while away, Blue felt better than ever. He knew damn well he could survive on his own. He’d trained like a mad man for weeks, months, and he was ready to bring his new skill set back to the Fausts. He only hoped they’d put him to good use. 

For now, however, he needed a smoke. 

Standing outside, Blue pulled a long drag from his cigarette and let the smoke fill his lungs. The familiar burn warmed him as the night's cool breeze rolled by. He held it for a moment and then breathed out slowly as someone came around the corner. Giving a cough, Blue waved the smoke out of there way. “Sorry ‘bout that.” He mumbled around his dart. “Didn’t see ya.” Blue added before taking another drag. This time he made a point to lean his head away from the other as he breathed out. 

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wtcddy‌:

IF HE HAD TO GUESS, teddy would gamble he’s had around seven heart attacks in the past twenty minutes, already staggering into too many close calls; first, at the fountain, his wide eyes flickering with the gunfire as the vasiles lit up a group of at least four—civilians as far as he could tell—and second, right now with the body falling into him and nearly knocking him off his feet. for a breath, he waits for the bullet, almost accepts he’s not going to last the night, but all that follows is the thump of the figure into concrete. blue. there’s the click of unfriendly heels rounding the corner, he can tell by the shuffling of metal with fabric, so he jumps, finds his balance with his knees buried into the ground on either side of blue’s hips, a calloused palm clasped over his mouth. they’re still, frozen in place in shadow, and teddy’s lungs are crying for air, but he doesn’t dare let the breath go. a second passes, then another, then another, and the fucker leaves, stomping his way down a path to their right. teddy exhales so hard he’s not so sure his lungs won’t spill out through his lips. “ hey, ” he whispers, relaxing back onto his haunches and losing his grip on blue’s jaw, “ long time no see. ”

Why did every fucking event he went to with more than ten people seem to end in a massacre these days? Blue really should have known better than to wear any clothing that he actually liked to these things. They always got stained with blood and dirt and god knows what else. Fucking bigger picture Blue. His eyes widened for half a second before Teddy jumped on top of him and pressed his hand over Blue’s mouth. He lay still against the ground and listened as the person walked past the two of them. His heartbeat seemed so loud. Too loud. He was sure they would hear it pounding against his rib cage. Whoever had the gun left without seeing them. Thank god. Opening his eyes, Blue looked up at Teddy and smiled brightly under the palm of his hand. Reaching up with his free hand he grabbed the collar of Teddy’s shirt and pulled him down into a rather harsh but quick kiss. They didn’t exactly have time for much more. “Hey, Bear.” Blue panted lightly, chest heaving. “We gotta go, babe. Now.” He muttered before starting to get out from under Teddy. He offered the other his hand. “Are you hurt?” He asked before taking off in the opposite direction of the man with the gun. “The blood on me isn’t mine.” He assured Teddy quickly.

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Sprinting away from the main venue, Blue hit the maze quickly. Thankful the O’shea’s had been training him well and his cardio had come a long way since moving into the hotel. He took the corners in tight turns as he made his way into the hedges. The sound of people screaming out of fear and for help seemed to be coming from everywhere. He stumbled upon a few people he didn’t know that were clearly injured but he simply lept over them and kept on going. He had very clear orders and goddamn it if Blue wasn’t going to stick to them. Shoving past a few more people, he took another turn without slowing and ran straight into someone. It was a hard hit. So hard it knocked him back on his ass and the wind blew clear out of his chest. Blue sat still for a second before the throbbing in his ears reminded him of what he was running from. His eyes darted up to focus on who he’d run into. “Fuck, fuck, get up.” He told them quickly. His feet trying to get under his body once again.

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richieoshea‌:

Richie bows out of small talks before it develops into an actual conversation. There’s a small voice in the back of his mind — one that sounds suspiciously like Amelia — that tells him to play the role he’s given, but fundraisers have never really been his forte. The room looks a little too crowded but Richie meanders through the throngs of people, all dressed up to the nines. His own suit feels like a second skin, not completely trapped in, but an added layer that’s needed. The assigned seating is a little troubling but after a couple of fingers of whiskey in, he makes himself not worry about it too much. It’s a public event. What could happen? As it is, he makes his way to the table, only stopping as he accidentally tries to sidestep around a figure who does the same. “I swear I’m not drunk yet,” he lets out a small chuckle, looking up to face the person head on. “I actually never thought this happened outside of movies.”

open for all @crimsonstarters​

“And even in the movies this is how the cute couple meets right?” Blue asked with a smile as his eyes flick over Richie. Yeah, yeah, he saw him before they left the house and in the car but Richie looked amazing in that suit. He looked too good. It was actually unfair how good he looked. Blue had too many ideas on what he wanted to do to the guy but none of them were publically appropriate. For now they’d just have to live in his mind. “You’d bump into me and I’d spill my water on my fancy shoes and bend down to make sure they weren't ruined.” Blue went on. “And then you’d apologize and tell me your name and I’d say its fine, M’Blue.” He bat his eyelashes at Richie as he spoke. “And then we get married after a series of funny misunderstandings and everyone goes home happy.” Blue hooked his arm into Richie’s and tugged him a bit closer. “Right, Tiger?” 

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Well, this was pretty much Blue’s worst nightmare come true. He was alone in a sea of strangers and the only faces he recognized belonged to people who wanted him dead. So much for his first public outing with Richie. Oh well, he could do this. He could do this. He was going to be the husband to a mob boss he had to be able to sit a table alone in a crowd and be okay. Fuck, he was okay. He could stay sober and safe and get through this all in one piece. What Blue did need was a fake drink. A coke or sparkling water or something that he could pretend would ease his nerves. Smoothing out his dress shirt, Blue walked to the bar and ordered a sparkling water before standing back and waving as he thought he someone else do the same to him. “Hey.” He called politely. “Can I get you something to drink?”

@crimsonstarters​

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levxvasile‌:

Open to: ALL (pre-dinner)

This isn’t his favorite thing to do. He’s been to more fundraisers than he can even try to count, and each is more boring than the next. Which is why, naturally, he has to travel around the place and mingle before he’s tied to a table full of strangers. It’s with a vodka water in hand that he turns and automatically places a smile on his face as he makes that awkward kind of eye contact. “I always wonder how much is spent on the event up against how much is raised.” Lev gestures vaguely around. “This shit isn’t cheap.”

@crimsonstarters​

To say that Blue was nervous, was an understatement. He was no only surrounded by booze (which was a dangerous place to be for a sober, struggling, alcoholic) but also in range of a lot of people who wanted him dead.  And if they didn’t want him dead then they wanted Richie dead. Which was more horrifying than just about anything else. That was why Blue’s eyes had strayed to the bar. One drink and he’d feel better. Just one. Only it wouldn’t be one. One bottle maybe but not one drink. Fuck, fuck this sucked. Blue breathed out slowly and was about to prie his eyes away from the bar before he caught the sight of a man he didn’t recognize. Woops. This is why he shouldn’t stare. “No kidding.” Blue agreed. “Mean, no way the skimped on anything here. I am pretty sure the table cloths are silk for fuck sake.” He pointed out.

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[eyres]

Timothée Chalamet in Beautiful Boy (2018) dir. Felix Van Groeningen

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graysonjpg‌:

𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹;;

𝑮𝑹𝑨𝒀𝑺𝑶𝑵 𝑾𝑨𝑺 at The Pint, he’d had a long day. Oddly enough, planning a move to Chicago and confronting the ex-fiancé that left you on your wedding day took it out of you. This was the first half-decent place he’d come across – Chicago truly was not New York (couldn’t Roman had chosen a better place to run away to?) and he already missed his regular spot and regular bartender back home. 

“What’s good here– and God, please tell me they have an alcohol of higher quality than Tito’s,” the disgust was clear in his voice. He was born privileged and spoiled, things he’d never tried to overcome, the quality of his education not helping his refined palate but merely magnifying it (he wasn’t just an alcohol snob, he was a culture snob too). 

Part of getting sober was saying a whole lot of sorry’s to everyone that you had fucked over in life. It was one of the many steps that Blue was trying to follow. Really trying. Which is why he landed himself at the Pint. Years ago, he had come in high and drunk with his friends. Friends that had gotten him to dance on the bar, break a whole lot of glass wear and completely piss off the owner. Who promptly threw him out. Which was fair. He’d managed to say his sorry and the man was nice enough to accept it. It wasn’t till he was on his way out that Blue saw Grayson. 

He didn’t actually realize it was him at first. No way Grayson was in Chicago. No way. That was just- It was impossible, right? He stared at his ex for a long moment before hearing him speak. Oh god, that was Grayson. Shit. Wow. This was not what Blue was expecting but dear god- Talk about someone who he owed an apology to. “Gray?” Blue spoke up from behind him. “Um, hi.” He waved a hand awkwardly and rolled back on the balls of his feet. “What are you- What are you doing here? I mean in Chicago. When did you even get here?” He asked in a slight ramble as he looked over the other man. 

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wtcddy‌:

HIS FINGERS CURL so tightly around the steering wheel it wobbles like it might break beneath the cruelty of his vice grip. showing his face isn’t an option here, not yet, as he idles across the street from north coast hotel, narrowed gaze glued to the rotating doors of the lobby. he’s never actually tasted betrayal, but now it swells under his tongue, fills his mouth with venom that works all the way down to his twitching fingertips. it overcomes him, wipes away all the humanity teddy clings to and leaves a husk in its wake, not one unmoving and catatonic, but one so parched for blood it racks his shoulders. the doors do their dance, and finally the little fuck steps outside, but he’s got a shadow on him, some recruit teddy’s never seen before. teddy sizes him up, clicks off the ignition and grasps for the door handle—he’s not huge, not anything that’ll be a threat unless he’s quick with a gun, and judging by sammy’s sloppy work with a hit, teddy’s feeling confident he can take them both. blue’s always been made out of paper, physically and emotionally, and teddy could ball him up and throw him away like yesterday’s fucking newspaper. 

THE DOOR WHINES with the force at which he kicks it open, but teddy’s deaf to it, too focused on beelining across the street and wrapping his hands around blue’s throat hard enough he turns the color of his name. that’s not how his body reacts, though—instead, he reels back, brings his fist down into blue’s cheek so powerfully it reverberates through his entire frame, and the crack of it is nothing short of delicious. “ you think you can just leave ? you think you can just walk out on me after everything i’ve fucking done for you ? you always were a spineless fucking coward, blue, a grown man crying like a fucking toddler at the drop of a goddamn hat. you deserve this. you should thank me for this. ” @blux-baby​

Losing Teddy in all of this felt like losing his brother and for a while, Blue did grieve him. Grieve there relationship. However, he’d had time to do so. Since the moment he realized what being an O’Shea meant to Richie, he knew that at the end of it all he was going to lose Teddy. When that thought had first hit him, it hurt more than just about anything but now it was a dull ache in the back of his mind. One that was soothed daily by his husband to be, his new friends in the hotel and his training. This wasn’t easy. It hurt to see things that reminded him of Teddy not be able to text the man but now he found himself going to others with the same things. The grief didn’t overwhelm Blue anymore. It throbbed now and again but mostly he was happy. Which was an odd sensation. One that he was still getting used to. One he desperately wished he could share with Teddy. 

The only complaint Blue had these days was that he was stuck inside of the hotel. Leaving to go across the street for smokes was the first time he’d left since moving in with Richie. Of course, he wasn’t stupid, he didn’t go alone. He took one of his friends from training with him. Which turned out to be a good thing as Teddy seemed to appear out of the darkness. One second Blue was laughing and the next he was on the ground looking up at Teddy. Teddy in O’Shea territory. His friend running off. Cheek hot with a stabbing pain. With wide, green eyes, Blue looked up at his best friend. “Teddy I-” he started before shaking his head. “Please, this isn’t about you- Everything you did for me- Can’t ever forget that. I don’t wanna forget that.” He tried to assure the other man as he pushed himself back a bit, trying to put space between himself and Teddy. “Bear, M’sorry. M’so sorry.” He pressed his foot against the ground and tried to ignore the pain in his face. He had to be careful. Teddy could kill him if he wanted to. Blue knew that without a doubt. He’d seen Teddy take down men much bigger with much more training than he had. “I never wanted to hurt you.”