Love in Waiting: Smoke x Annie Masterlist | A masterlist of my Smoke x Annie fics | tumblr link • ao3 link •
But the drugs love me. | Stack Introspection | ⭕️ | tumblr link • ao3 link •
Spider-Man (Insomniac Games):
But he hid it, for as long as he could. | Miles x Hailey | ⭕️ | ao3 link •
Yakuza/Like a Dragon:
Don't we get to choose? | Zhao Tianyou x Reader | ➕️ ✅️ | ao3 link •
I choose you, please? | Zhao Tianyou x Reader | ➕️ ✅️ | ao3 link •
Mass Effect: Andromeda:
Teetering on the edge | Sara Ryder x Reyes Vidal | ➕️ ▶️ | ao3 link •
Black Panther (MCU):
That my last breath i will give. | Namor x Reader | ➕️ ▶️ | ao3 link •
Silo:
The screens. | Juliette and Sims | ⭕️ | ao3 link •
Deus Ex: Human Revolution:
In Your Hands | Malik x Jensen | ⭕️ | tumblr link •
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This pathetic, downbad loser of a man lol whenever I think he has already done the lowest, he continues to crawl even lower and to me, that's ROMANCE
Unpopular opinion: he deserved that slap lol
Obsessed with the way he tells her to just be a villain (I do not think of these two as villains at all, I think they're simply tough, shaped by their life experiences, they never learned to be vulnerable and relay on others), to stop worrying about him and just think of herself, because he fell in love with that tough and straightforward persona of hers, but also I completely love the fact that he fell for her so deeply and is completely obsessed with her, when it seems like he grew up without having any of that unconditional love.
Although very little is known about his parents, maybe they had a love like that. Maybe Gramps was just the typical evil chaebol father who just didn't want his precious son marrying a no-name actress. Honestly, it does sound like that was the case.
Loved that his anger disappeared as soon as he saw her tears. That's *chef's kiss* very much the embodiment of "me and my gf don't fight, she simply tells me to shut up and I do" and she didn't even have to say a word hahahaha
I don't think these two belong to different timelines lol Sorry, but no. I think this is their second chance (for both) and I think that's why Cha Segye cannot, for the life of him, ever walk away from her and be kept from coming back to her. I think it makes sense that the past life ended so badly, he subconsciously remembers and is why he cannot miss an opportunity to express his love and how badly he has it for her, because he couldn't before.
i've been thinking it's interesting how celebrity/news work in my royal nemesis. cha se gye is publicly engaged to mo tae hee. he's also going around seoul with shin seo ri, who's a rising star, and has publicly defended him. you'd think there'd be a scandal by now. they were at namsan tower together!
but actually every single scandal so far has been artificially engineered by choi mun do. the engagement itself was just pr by tae hee. se gye buries a scandal with a worse scandal about someone else. and even seo ri/dan shim has managed to take control of the narrative.
also mun do used ai. said something like "who cares if it's true, if we put it out there people will treat it as such."
the writers are trying to tell us something. and the something seems to be "most of the news are a narrative pushed by an entity or person that benefits from your feelings."
kind of meta of a show that lives in that ecosystem and relies on the same pr techniques as everyone else.
also maybe se gye is paying off journalists left and right. but i like better the idea that, on its face, their love is not news-worthy. they're just a random, bickering couple on the cable-car. and like, regular people don't recognize or photograph them. they don't know the intricacies of this love and they don't need to. it just looks like love. and they're busy living their lives and having their own dates.
Ok I need yall to listen and not judge me okay…I have oneshot idea/prompt that is a lil freaky:
Annie and Smoke have been married for a while (maybe the 7 year itch) and there has been a lull in their love life—a dry spell if you will. During this rough patch Annie has started confide in a fella at work, a work hubby, (idk if she full out cheats or if it’s just flirting/emotional) and Smoke finds out.
That’s where the freaky comes in, Smoke is so angry but also so in love with his Annie that he is willing to do anything; Smoke suggests that Annie test to see who fucks her better—him or her work husband.
They are both there to service and submit to her every desire. I really imagine it as a woman being pleasured in every way possible, the focus being her pleasure and making her happy.
Smoke so crazy about Annie I think he might kill ole boy after she fuck him 😂😂 but I like this idea it’s so different and creative !! If you write it you know I’ll read it !! I think it would be so good 🙌🏾
Ok I need yall to listen and not judge me okay…I have oneshot idea/prompt that is a lil freaky:
Annie and Smoke have been married for a while (maybe the 7 year itch) and there has been a lull in their love life—a dry spell if you will. During this rough patch Annie has started confide in a fella at work, a work hubby, (idk if she full out cheats or if it’s just flirting/emotional) and Smoke finds out.
That’s where the freaky comes in, Smoke is so angry but also so in love with his Annie that he is willing to do anything; Smoke suggests that Annie test to see who fucks her better—him or her work husband.
They are both there to service and submit to her every desire. I really imagine it as a woman being pleasured in every way possible, the focus being her pleasure and making her happy.
Smoke so crazy about Annie I think he might kill ole boy after she fuck him 😂😂 but I like this idea it’s so different and creative !! If you write it you know I’ll read it !! I think it would be so good 🙌🏾
Summary: Elias always liked to be in control, always have a choice, but ever since that night, he lost that ability as well most of his family.
Warnings: blood, death, swearing, drug like state, toxic relationship?, grief, mourning, hallucinations (or is it...👀🤣🤣), barely re-read by me
Inspired by this song, especially the chorus ("i don't like the drugs, but the drugs love me" ) and how the ending sounds!!
divider by @sweetestpeacreates
Elias started to hate it.
Before, he barely thought about it that night as that white man’s thoughts overshadowed his own, so the act appeared fun and a way to make sure his family and friends would stay with him forever.
Then, it was something that he followed as a need. To remain on this hellish earth as his body craved it.
Now, he had hate for it. But he always succumbed to it.
His mind exited the haze again, the feeling in his hands returning and registering with his mind. He dropped the body he was holding, it falling limp onto the ground. The blood from the person’s neck covered the ground, and their eyes were open, staring blankly up at the star-covered night sky.
He was standing in the middle of a country road, music faintly playing from the truck a few paces away from them.
As the blood he drank coursed through his veins and his strength surged again, he remembered how he got here.
An hour ago he had hitched a ride with the person currently laying dead on the ground at his feet. It happened while at a block party, far from home as usual. He and Mary had caught news of it by chance, and they showed up to have fun. Not drink. Just for fun.
A man passed by him, shoulder checking him either on purpose or by accident Elias wasn’t sure, but when he’d turned around to see the man to argue, the rage disappeared.
Staring back at him was a man that looked like his brother. Or so he thought. He was so sure of it, somehow the way he had sounded, was so similar to Elijah. But how could he even tell at this point, it's been so long without him, or looking in a mirror, that he’s forgotten what he looks like. They’ve moved so much that the few pictures he had of Elijah were lost to time along with his own.
Elijah had deeper dimples than him, despite not smiling as much as him. His face was a little square compared to Elias. A scowl that Elias couldn’t replicate. Technology advanced but cameras still couldn’t take a photo of him. It's not the same, looking at himself even if he could.
He remembered one time at a state fair he paid a sketch artist to draw him, desperately anticipating how he looked, though when the artist was done, he couldn’t recognise himself anymore. His mind was playing tricks on him for so long that the doubt clouded his mind and he ended up tearing apart the drawing.
At the party he held the man by his shoulder, grip tightening by the second as he stared long and hard at him. The man was protesting, trying to remove his grip.
Said man was freed when Mary yanked off his hand, her own abnormal strength rivalling him. In a hoarse whisper in his ear she asked him “The fuck you think you doin’?!” but Elias shook out her hold, insisting on that man being Elijah.
That was when her facial expression turned into a mix of pity and annoyance. Reminding him that wasn’t possible.
Vampires weren’t supposed to be real.
He never believed it from Annie when she said Haints were real.
So why isn’t reincarnation real?
They returned to their unfinished dance of an argument, somehow rehearsed when it was never intentionally sought out to be so; Mary would apologise for the night that changed everything, but beg him to move on in the same breath, Elias would retaliate with sharp, cut throat comebacks that would end in them parting ways for the night.
The dead body at his feet, earlier in the night, was leaving in a truck that reminded him of the one Elijah used to have, so he asked to hitch a ride.
The poor soul never thought twice about it.
The two chatted during the ride, shallow thoughts and easy laughs as he pretended he was not still affected by seeing his brother’s lookalike.
Then the need seeped into his flesh, consumed his every thought and all he could think about was the blood pumping in the stranger that sat in the driver’s seat. It was all he could hear. His nails were sharpening by the second, he hid them. Eyes glassing over that he was told looked like the reflection of the ocean. Fangs poking into the edge of his bottom lip. A slight tremble started as the stranger continued talking – until the car jerked from colliding with something unknown on the road and it came to a stop.
Both of them stepped out of the truck, the stranger eyeing up the tire and cursing at their luck.
Elias crept around from the passenger side, not answering the stranger’s apologies.
And everything blanked out when he reached for the stranger’s neck until he came to, out of the haze, now.
His hands were stained in blood again.
His hunger settled.
But he hated it.
Food didn’t taste the same. Been years since he stepped in the sun. His heart beat rarely quickened, hardly anything excited him, even if it did he could barely feel the heart pumping sensation.
His life up until the change he always got his way. Controlled the room, the people, the plans, the money. Could choose what he wanted, what he liked, what he wanted to eat, drink, do.
Now he was being controlled. By this need in his body, he didn’t have any choice but to feed it.
His hands started to tremble though his hunger was satiated. As he looked down to examine them, he started to laugh quietly, a memory resurfacing of how he used to keep an eye out for Elijah's trembling hands whenever it appeared, or got too much for him.
Elias lifted his head slowly, his breath hitching when somehow, further down the road in the middle of the night, he saw a figure with its back turned to him.
It looks like him. Stoic, tense shoulders, smoke curling into the air above, gun holsters. Time had passed but he was dressed in the outfit he buried him in.
His feet moved before he could think about it, stepping over the body as he walked towards him. The figure grew in size as he neared it and Elias no longer could tell if he was actually still in the blood lust haze or if what he was seeing was real.
“Smoke…?” He whispered, foot catching on the ground and he stumbled. He recovered quickly and feared the figure might have disappeared but it remained. The image he saw before his eyes was stronger, he could see the details, and suddenly he felt a strong thump in his chest when he saw his brother’s face turn, the side of his face visible.
“Smoke–come on—man–listen…” His voice shook as it grew louder in the night, his throat burning at the words. “If it really you—just–say somethin’”
He must have been a few metres away when Elijah fully turned around and faced him. His stare made Elias stop in his tracks.
He looked just as shocked as Elias.
“Elijah…?!” Elias threw his arm out, reaching for his brother immediately, trying to cross the distance but as soon as he did—
Elijah disappeared.
Elias collapsed to the ground onto his hands and knees. He froze, trying to process what had just happened but in the next second, he bent down until his forehead touched the ground too and his hands were holding the sides of his head.
And the tears fell.
the ending of this song i imagine playing when Elias reaches for Elijah and then falls to the ground. work is kicking my ASS. Hope you enjoyed!!!!! thank you for reading!!!! have a great day!!!!
sorry if you didn't want to be tagged for something not smoke x annie related 🤣🤧🥺feel free to let me know and i won't tag you next time for non smoke x annie!! i dont make a habit of it, but non romantic fics not smoke x annie intrigue me to write, like 'Distance makes the heart break' and all that ahahaha
What you feel when you want to erase someone from your memory, when you want to completely erase someone from your heart, we personified that feeling and made it visual.
Forgetting someone is the most difficult thing in the world. To have someone that was so special to you and then to erase that person, that takes a lot of strength. It’s a violent emotion and often requires you to harm yourself in the process.
I was told that I’d get used to not having a headphone jack. I still want a fucking headphone jack. I hate that phones don’t have them. It’s stupid and awful and I hate it
