#I love his old skin I want him to have been a homophobe

[salem-witch-slut]

He Doesn't Know (18+)

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS: You said you loved him all the time... But you couldn't care less about him. He wasn't her. No man could compare to Abby Anderson.

WARNINGS: Modern AU!, Semi-public sex (car sex), strap-on use (r!receiving), pussy eating, hair-pulling, choking, cheating, improper use of church parking lot, age gap (14 years), dom!Abby, sub!reader, no use of y/n, slight knife/blood kink, very aggressive sex (im warning you, it's intense)

WORD COUNT: 4K

A/N: You guys heard "Scotty Doesn't Know"? Yeah, well I heard the song and ran with it. Fight me. Also, I have very deep and disrespectful vendettas against men named Dylan. 95% of them suck.

Sunday morning was bathed in the golden light of the sun rising, basking the old church building in the most prolific illumination with the golden accent to the stain glass windows. Rainbows were cast across the carpet and over the walls, beating down on the patrons inside of the church pews. It was the epitome of holiness… and yet, you were nowhere to be found.

Not that they would look for you. You usually only showed up for the morning Sunday classes and then you would leave before service started… well, leave was a strong word. You were still around, but no one could ever find you, so they assumed you were gone. If only someone was hanging around the back parking lot where nobody ever looks, they would see a beat-up old van covered in decal stickers, and the entire vehicle was shaking against the concrete.

Your fingers moved quickly over the screen on your cell phone as you replied to your boyfriend on the other end of the text, biting down on the pillow underneath your chest and trying to contain your cries of pleasure.

“Yeah, tell him how much you love him,” The cruel, sexy voice behind you growled down in your ear. Your heart pounded in your chest as you sobbed into the pillow, strong veiny hands gripping at your ass and leaving clear bruise marks behind on your skin. “Can’t let him know… you’re creaming on my fucking dick, princess…”

“Ahhhh… Abby…” You whined, your back arching a bit more in order to look at the person who belonged to the voice. Hands released your ass before they dropped down on the floor of the van underneath you. Massive, muscular arms caged you down as you felt the tickle of her long blonde braid caress your cheek, her boots digging into the floorboards as she hammers that thick fake cock into your cunt.

It was the same every single Sunday… Abby would show up, you two would sit in class together, and then as soon as it was over, she was dragging you into her van and pushing your skirt up before fucking you senseless. Your boyfriend never came to church with you, so your absence was always excusable. He never even bothered to look to see if you were telling the truth. He trusted you, and that was his mistake.

Dylan was pathetic. He didn’t know how to make you feel wanted like Abby did. He didn’t know what you liked, nor did he take an active interest in the things you loved to do. Abby, on the other hand… Abby was your literal dream. Blonde, tall, built like a work horse, sweet and caring, rough… She was perfect. There was only one problem… Both of your parents were extremely homophobic. Not to mention you were 14 years younger than her.

At 20 years old, Abby was 34 and that was enough for your parents to freak out. You were in your second year of college, and you had been convinced you were straight… right until Abby walked into your life. At first, it was harmless flirting. And then, it quickly went to not flirting. Abby had been the one to make a move first. She pressed you against the bathroom door when she caught you going back to service.

And since that day, your life has never been the same. Your parents loved Dylan, and thought he was a proper gentleman. He went to church with his own family across town, and you went with your parents every single Sunday. Of course, you made up the lie that you would need to work after morning classes on Sunday, which they didn’t like at first but let slide.

It was the perfect guise to get you away from everyone and everything, and to sneak inside of Abby’s van… It was where the sin first began, and now it was where it would never stop.

You never got tired of this. You would always and forever love the feeling of Abby’s strap stretching your velvety walls as she bottomed out inside of you, holding you down like some filthy sex toy that she abused to her heart’s desire. You loved hearing her groan and growl out your name, calling you her little whore, saying how well you are taking her cock like she was made for you… watching you text your boyfriend and mocking you whenever you said you loved him.

“You love him, huh?” Abby breathed down against the back of your neck, moving your hair away from your shoulder and kissing along your skin. “Then why… is he not inside of your fucking pussy, right now?”

You didn’t love him, at all. He became annoying and desperate after 2 weeks and you wanted nothing more than to cut Dylan loose. But your parents adored him, and you kept up the charade just to pretend like you still had a straight bone in your body. When it all came down to it, whenever Abby texted you… you were at her every beckon call. You were hers, through and through. Dylan doesn’t ever come close to Abigail Anderson.

Your soft little cries filled the back of the van as Abby grabbed your wrists, the veins popping in her hands as she held your arms back and began to fuck with more vigor than before, probably fucking the van’s suspension and creating the most vulgar sounds imaginable. How you two were never, ever caught, you would never know.

“Fuck, take it baby,” Abby snarled, watching your ass bounce and jiggle with each snap of her hips against your own. Your moans carried in the small space, feeling like a fucking sauna with how hard you were breathing. Sweat dripped from her brow as she yanked on your arms, making your back arch even more, forcing you to look up at her from behind. “Nnngg, you look so fucking perfect… so fucking pretty, baby…”

“Abby,” You cried out, panting and drooling with each passing second. “Fuckfuckfuuuuck, d-don’t stop… don’t fucking stop—”

“You gonna cum for me, princess?” Abby smirked, reaching down and wrapping both of her massive hands around your neck and pulling you up until your back was pressed against her chest, the fabric of her jeans digging into your thighs and without a doubt going to leave a burn in its wake. “Go on, princess… be a good girl, yeah? Be my good little slut and cream all over my cock.”

You were so fucking close that it hurt! Right on the edge of your climax, so desperate to feel that sweet release and give Abby exactly what she wanted. Very slowly, Abby wrapped her huge forearm around your neck and with one hand, she slid it across the front of your dress, pausing to grip your breast before sliding her hand down the rest of the way and gently rubbing at your throbbing clit. You made a noise that was a cross between a cry and whimper and Abby groaned, deep in her throat.

“Fuck, that’s a pretty noise princess… like it when I rub your clit like that? Huh? Come on, come on! Fucking cum for me!” Her words sent shockwaves all over your body as you began to twitch and jerk in her hold. Abby kept her pace and basked in the sounds you made, watching as your legs wobbled and threatened to give out, forcing her to hold on even tighter and fuck you through your earth-shattering orgasm. “Good girl, good fucking girl, that’s it baby… just like that, yeah just like that…”

You were completely beyond forming coherent sentences, or even making comprehensible sounds as you collapsed against her body, drool dripping down your chin from your lips as a fresh set of tears tracked your face. Abby chuckled sweetly and slowly laid you down on the mass of blankets and pillows she started keeping in the back of her van just for you after events like this take place.

Abby took her time as she pulled her hips back, watching the thick silicone cock slide out of your stretched cunt, chuckling at the white ring around the base from your juices. You wanted to cry, feeling so empty now without her strap taking up your entire being. Abby let the toy flop down against your ass, and then gave your cheeks a rough smack, making your entire body jerk forward at the contact.

“Little slut,” Abby barked, pulling the harness off her hips and reaching down to grab at your hair. You don’t know why you thought she was done… Abby was never done. Of course, you didn’t want to be done. That would mean you two leave your little bubble that you created with her… In here, you were able to pretend that Abby was it. Abby was your everything and you could give up on this stupid ass mistake.

Before you could ask Abby what was next, she was forcing you on your back and unzipping her jeans. You watched her shimmy out of the fabric and made quick work of her boxers before she crouched over your face. If this wasn’t the sight of heaven, church hadn’t done shit for you. You started salivating almost instantly, grabbing at her hips and attempting to pull her down so you could enjoy the feast, but Abby was far too strong for you to control. She chuckled and ran a hand through your hair.

“Easy, princess… I know, you wanna taste this pussy so fucking bad, don’t you?” Abby grabbed your chin with one hand, sliding her thumb across your bottom lip and you sucked the digit into her mouth. Your tongue stroked over her flesh, and you slurped on her thumb, closing your eyes for a brief second and watching her grin before she pulled her hand away from your face, delivering a hard slap across your cheek. “Yeah baby, I know you fuckin’ love that, don’t you?”

Why you enjoyed it when she hit you, you would never truly understand. The stinging sensation left behind after she delivered a soft blow to your face, or your ass, even your cunt, you would be almost purring with desire and arousal. You loved how strong she was and loved it when she showed it without even trying. Abby always held back, never wanting to actually hurt you, but wanting to make you whine.

Without another hit, Abby lowered herself down and grabbed you by your hair once again, clutching your locks and making you gasp. “Open. Tongue out… all the way, princess…”

You opened your mouth up immediately at her command and stuck out your tongue as far as it could humanly go, drooling on your face and watching as she lowered herself down onto your mouth. You were quick to nuzzle your face into her cunt and you began to lick at her almost immediately, holding her by the hips and making the obscenest slurping sounds ever. Abby groaned, her head going back and her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Nnnnn… that’s my good little whore… fuck, no one eats my pussy like you do, sweet thing…” Your heart soared at her praise, paying attention to her clit and using the flat top of your tongue to lap at her like a dog drinking up water. The very thought of someone else having their mouth on her cunt had you moving with desperation. Abby was well aware of your stupid boyfriend, but you didn’t know how many girls she had doing this exact same thing… It turned you fucking feral.

A low moan rumbled out of you, sending vibrations through her clit as you wrapped your lips around the swollen nub and began sucking, hard. Abby bucked her hips against your face, her ass flexing in your hands before she shoved her whole fist against the side of the van. The movement of her body had your teeth scraping against her and she groaned with pleasure.

“Fuck, keep that up baby,” Abby praised, looking down and watching your eyes squinted shut and your brows knitted with what she could only assume was concentration. The noises your mouth created as you slurped, sucked, and drooled on her pussy were beyond vulgar, and if anybody from church could see you now, they would perform an exorcism, assuming you had been possessed by some filthy whore.

Your nails bit into Abby’s skin, creating crescent moon shaped indents in her ass as you released her clit with a wet slurp and scooted down a bit further. Abby rolled her hips forward, watching your eyes as they opened up and then rolled back in your head, almost drowning in her slick cunt. You took your time, mapping her out with your mouth before you gripped her strong, muscly thighs and began to push your tongue inside of her hot cavern. The noise Abby made was the start of a whimper, and then immediately faded into a snarl of aggressive pleasure.

“Fuck, princess… fuck, you dirty little slut… God you feel so fucking good on my pussy, sweet girl…” You practically cry with her praise, leaning into her hand as you thrust your tongue in and out of her, licking her spongey inner walls and feeling her practically bounce on your face as she humped your face.

You didn’t give a shit about anything else, and all that was on your mind was feeling Abby cum on your mouth. Your phone was lighting up, and Abby could see the countless texts from Dylan, and she had to resist everything inside of her to not pick up your phone to record you eating her out.

“You love the taste of my cunt, don’t you baby?” Abby moaned out, nails scratching across your scalp and making you whimper on her pussy. She rolled her hips slowly, grinding her clit against your nose and biting down on her bottom lip to try and keep her composure… But fuck, did you make it difficult…

Abby could feel her orgasm creeping up on her as she rode your face, tugging on your hair and shivering with pleasure that simply coursed over her entire body. And even though you were the one drinking her cunt, she was the one that felt like she was drowning. Her eyes rolled back, swear words tumbling from her mouth and filling the van that was one good thrust away from losing a damn wheel.

“Fuck, ngh, fuck… Fuck, go back, baby… Lick my clit just like before—” You immediately did as she told you, and Abby huffed with pleasure. “Just like that… shit, just like that babygirl… just… fucking leave him, baby… leave his stupid ass and be mine.”

You heard what she said, but it didn’t register… You kept licking at her clit and sucked on it every few seconds before flicking it hard with the tip of your tongue, sending her crashing into the most vulgar climax of her entire life. She chanted countless swear words over and over again as she chased her high against your face, coming closer and closer to falling apart on top of you.

Abby tossed her body forward and squeezed your face with her inner thighs, smushing your cheeks together before she bit her lip and tried to hold in her sounds but it became fucking impossible with you. “Fuck! Fuck! Don’t you fucking dare stop! Don’t. Fucking. Stop! C-Cumming… fuuuuck, m’cumming baby!”

Abby sounded so fucking wild whenever she would climax, and it made you horny all over again. Her hips twitched and pushed down into your face and you opened your mouth wide, lapping at her liquids that drooled out of her and onto your tongue. Her taste was fucking addictive, and she had to literally pry your hands off her legs in order to pull her pussy away from your mouth.

Your face was soaked from the bridge of your nose down to your chin, glistening with her arousal. You licked your lips and reached up to grab her by the front of her shirt and yanked her down, pressing your lips against hers. Abby groaned on your mouth and pushed her tongue in, drinking in her taste on your mouth and basking in everything that was you.

Another thing she had that Dylan sure fucking didn’t… her lips were so fucking soft and she tasted so, so good…

Both of you never addressed what she said, and when you stumbled out of her van and through the backdoor of the church to clean yourself up in the bathroom, you could hardly keep your knees from wobbling. Bruises were forming on your ass in the shape of her hands, and you rubbed your fingers across the marks, blushing at just remembering who gave them to you…

Abby found your panties in her front pocket when she got home, and she couldn’t stop from smelling them. Fuck, you smelled so fucking pretty; she’s never wanted someone more in her entire life than she wants you all of the damn time.

Even during the week, she was on your mind. You couldn’t shake her off. Abby was like a leech that you grew attached to and now its simply just apart of you. She fed off you, and you liked it that way. Abby liked playing your secret lover, but she would much rather be your one and only.

Fear of disownment had you paralyzed. You wanted nothing more than to tell your parents that you were happy, but with a woman. Abby was everything you could ever need…

“Fuck… Abby… Abby, ohmygod, Abby…” Your whimper echoed through the empty house, your parents gone for the afternoon. You were quick to invite Abby over, and she had you laying down on your bed in literal seconds, legs spread and tongue lapping at your pussy faster than you expected a human being to be able to lick.

The sounds of her eating your pussy echoed off the walls of your bedroom, your hands fisted in her long blonde hair that fell down her shoulders in soft waves due to always being in a braid. You loved her hair, and Abby loved it when you pulled on it, her eyes rolling back as she slobbered all over your cunt in the most explicit, wet, messy display ever.

Abby ate pussy like a woman starved! All tongue and lips, slurping and drooling, creating the biggest wet spot on your sheets and squeezing your thighs with her huge hands. You loved how messy she got, watching as she pulled back with her tongue hanging down, a thick string of saliva connecting her mouth to your pussy. She smirks, reaching down with one hand to slap your clit before she dives back down and immediately starts licking you without a care in the world.

You chanted her name, each time growing louder and louder. You always got so close so fast when Abby was eating you out… You were so close…

The sound of your phone ringing had you tensing up and Abby simply glanced up from your cunt, not stopping her movements even a little. Your hands shakingly grabbed at the phone, seeing Dylan’s picture appear on the screen. Your heart began to beat faster, gently swatting at Abby’s head.

“F-fuck, fuck, stop, wait,” You begged, watching her roll her eyes before she pulled back, rubbing her face against the inside of your thigh and watching how shaky your hands were when you answered the phone with a forced neutral expression. Of course, your flushed face was a dead giveaway to anyone else.

“H-Hey, baby, what’s up?” You said breathlessly. Abby rolled her eyes, kissing up and down your thighs as your boyfriend spoke on the other end of the phone. A hearty giggle erupted from your throat, and you responded. “N-No, I’m fine! Just uh… went for a run! Yeah, that’s all, don’t worry…”

Your face immediately brightened, and you looked down to see Abby slowly rubbing at your entire pussy with her hand, biting your inner thigh and basking in the expression you had on your face. You fell back on the bed and huffed, trying not to moan into the receiver as you listened to Dylan.

“To…Tonight? I-I-I’m not… not sure about that baby… I have a… fuck, assignment due… t-tomorrow,” You struggled to keep your noises neutral, biting down on your knuckle as Abby began to slowly ease her middle and ring finger inside of you. You bit down so hard that you left a bruise behind on your finger. “N-No! Y-You don’t h…have to come over… m’fine… t-totally fine…”

Abby was having none of your shit, and before you could prepare yourself, she grabbed your hip and slammed herself knuckle deep into your pussy. The sound you made was so loud that she was sure EUROPE heard you! Your eyes crossed in your head, and you yanked on the bed sheets above your head, completely abandoning your phone call for a second. Dylan asked you what happened, and you were quick to cover it up. “I’m okay! I’m o-okay, baby… j..just hit my arm, t-that’s all… fuck me…”

With a smirk, Abby immediately complied, spreading your legs a bit wider before she began to fuck you on her fingers like it was her damn birthright. Her digits were so thick and strong, hitting every single sweet spot inside of you and making you purr like a kitten for her. Pleasure raced down your spine and you whimpered into your hand, masking your noises as Dylan continued to say whatever the fuck he was saying, you weren’t listening.

“Fucking give me that,” Abby snapped, reaching for the phone and hanging up on him. Your eyes widened and you reached for the phone, but Abby tossed it to the far side of the bed before wrapping a hand around your neck and shoving you into the bed. Her pace picked up to brutal levels and you gasped against her movements. “I’m done, princess… Fucking done sharing you with him.”

“A-Abby, you… fuck…” The look in her eyes was wild as she pushed in a third finger and you reached out to grab the muscle on her shoulders, her hair creating a curtain around your face as she destroyed you.

“Say it,” Abby snarled. “Fucking leave him. You’re mine. You’re mine… you’re fucking mine!”

“Yours!” You cried out, rolling your whole body up against hers and digging your nails into her back. Abby bent down and began to kiss your face, trailing them down to your neck and latching her lips against the flesh of your throat. You groaned as she stretched out your pussy and left an absurd amount of hickies on your neck.

“No one… can fuck you like I do,” Abby rubbed your clit with her thumb as her fingers stroked your inner walls, making you see stars behind your eyes. “No one can kiss you like I do… no one can love you like I do…”

“Yours, Abby,” You whimpered, pushing your face into her neck, grinding down against her hand as you chased your orgasm on her thick digits, desperate to cum for her, and for her alone. “I’m yours… Only you… please, don’t stop! Please, so close…”

“Come on princess… my pretty girl, fucking cum for me…”

And you did exactly that. Your whole body shook with euphoria, and you raked your nails down her back, nearly drawing blood as you reached your high and squeezed around her fingers, liquid slowly gushing from your cunt and drenching her hands. Abby kissed your neck, and then your lips, tears tracking her face.

Finally… she finally had you…

It was made official with one text.

Dylan almost had a fucking heart attack at the photo an unknown number sent him. It was you, sprawled out on the bed, covered in hickies from your neck down to your chest, drool dripping from your lips with one very veiny hand and massive forearm holding you by the throat. You had a stupidly happy grin on your face and your cheeks were tinted with a deep pink blush from either overexertion or embarrassment. And on your stomach, there was something literally carved into your flesh, blood dripping from the fresh wound… it was an A.

There was only one block of text to accompany the picture.

She’s mine now, asshole.

[writing-until-i-drop]

Sneak Peek At "A Stepdad For Christmas"

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x single mom! femOC

we've still got so much Jake and Daisy to get through before we meet Olivia and Bonnie but here's a little something

“Look at the eye candy,” Olivia’s fifteen-year-old daughter Bonnie tilted down her heart-shaped shades to get a better look at some Navy men out for a shirtless jog.

“Honey, everyone in uniform is too old for you. As in illegal, too old for you.” She whined then slowly turned to look at her mom with an evil grin, one that Olivia knew did not bode well for her. 

“Mom, I just figured out what I want for Christmas.” Christmas was always a big deal for them and Bonnie always gave her mom a bullet point and color-coded list of what she wanted. But never this early in the year.

“It’s July-”

“I want a hot stepdad,” Olivia debated crashing the car. Only for a split second but still. It would be easier and God would forgive her. He knew what he did when he made teenage daughters. 

“No.” 

“C’mon, Mom. You and dad boinked once to get me and that was it. We share a wall, I know there’s been no one else.” 

“What did I do to deserve this?” Olivia pleaded with whatever God was laughing at her. 

“You helped a gay man con his homophobic father into leaving him millions in inheritance,” Bonnie deadpanned. “That’s why I’m like this.” Olivia rolled her blue eyes, the same blue eyes that were looking back at her in the passenger seat. “But back to it, you need to get laid and I need something that’ll make all the girls want to hang out with the new girl. So hot stepdad, get me one.” 

Olivia was ready to threaten her daughter’s life in the most loving way possible when she caught a glimpse of a man in a khaki uniform climbing out of a blue, vintage Bronco. He was absolutely stunning, a specimen of tanned skin, muscles, and wavy hair that made Olivia suddenly feel very patriotic as he slid off a pair of tinted aviators. Do I have a thing for mustaches? She had never found them attractive before but this mystery man’s mustache was definitely working for her. 

“We’ll see what Santa can do.” Like he heard her, the man turned and caught her eye, winking. Olivia’s cheeks burned, a warmth spreading through her. She might have been married to a gay man who had a string of secret boyfriends but between raising Bonnie and keeping up appearances with Henry in public, she had never “cheated.” 

“Mom, the light’s green,” Bonnie smacked her arm. “We should get coffee before stopping at Aunt Pen’s.” Olivia hummed in acknowledgement, maneuvering to the directions the GPS was dictating over the speaker, her mind consumed with thoughts of mustached men in Navy uniforms. Well. One man in particular. 

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Secret Sinners: Part of the Head Filled With Demons AU (Steddie X You)

Continuation of this here

A/N: I bare you a gift :) I'm putting it in the Head Filled with Demon's Masterlist because I don't anticipate this being too long but definitely more to come!

Warnings: Demon Soft Dom Steddie and Sub Fem Human Reader, SMUT, light choking, dirty talk, threesome (of course), FLUFF, the love each other, an old friend comes to visit, ANGST, brief mentions of homophobic behavior within our realm and theirs, Stevie is insecure about his relationship with Eddie (mentions fears of losing him), brief talk about grief and deaths of the readers parents, these three get into a bit of a fight (more of a disagreement). I think that's all.

I would highly recommend reading the previous series before starting this one if you haven't already. It explains about the AU they are in and other things.

Word Count: 5871

"Just a couple secret sinners...Yeah, she's just what he eats for dinner."

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“No but I trust you two.”, you giggle.

Since being released from their eternity trapped in the stone, things between the three of you had been going exceptionally well. You had travelled a lot and shown them all the things they missed out on. So much had changed over the years so seeing the evolution of towns and cities they had been privy to during different time periods now had a new look. 

There were a bunch of accommodations Eddie and Steve had to make now that they were free. The hardest one was finally being seen. When someone would address them, it would take them awhile to grasp that the person was speaking to them. Because they were still in your realm, they had to wear their masks almost 24/7 and you knew it killed them to not be themselves. This is why you suggested little things like tonight. 

While camping in a remote countryside for the night, you recommended that they spread their wings and fly. Eddie thought it would be fun to show you what it was like so you agreed.

“Ok, you have to hold on to me tightly, honey.”

Wrapping your arms around Steve’s neck, you jump into his own and smile as his wings break free. Shifting your gaze towards the long-haired demon, your grin grew when you saw he had fully converted back to his demon form. Steve had done the same to a point so his skin wouldn’t hurt yours as you clung to him. 

“Here we go.”

You squealed as you keened into his neck and wind abruptly rushed around you. 

“You’re not going to see anything if you keep your eyes closed, sweetheart!”

Daring a peak, your heart skipped a beat when you saw how high you three were but became distracted when you noticed the smiles on both their faces. Just to be able to roam free was exciting in itself but to be themselves again with you was a new kind of euphoria that they would never take for granted. 

Landing on a water tower, Steve placed you carefully on your feet before hovering in front of you. 

“You should fully change like he did.”

Nodding, he takes your suggestion and you beam up at him as Eddie slowly descends beside his side. 

“It’s still amazes me you aren’t afraid of us like this.”

“I mean, you still look like you just with rougher, dark skin, red eyes, wings, and horns.”

“Oh yeah, totally. Just those little differences.”, the long-haired demon teases.

“I’m sorry you guys can’t be yourselves all the time. I wish you could go home.”

Steve flies closer and caresses your cheek with his thumb. 

“But then we wouldn’t be able to be with you.”

“Come on, pretty girl. Let’s head back so you can eat something.” Eddie changed a bit so he could take you in his arms. “Do you trust me?”

“No.”, you laugh as he smiles. 

“That’s fair.” His grip on you tightens as he flies off, spinning in the air as he jets forward. 

“Eddie, don’t scare her!”

“She’s fine! As long as she doesn’t throw up on me!”

***

You will never get used to the euphoria they make you feel when they make love to you and you’re completely ok with that. With every kiss, touch, and thrust of them inside you, your body comes to life and you feel like you would do anything for them. With your ex you thought you were in love, but these demons (your demons) showed you what being loved and being in love was really like. You couldn’t get enough. 

Clinging to Eddie’s shoulders, you mewled as his breath warmed the shell of your ear and he pumped his hips harder, hitting your g-spot roughly.

“Yes, Edward. Just like that, baby.”

“Like that, princess? Fuck you feel so good.”

Steve, having had his release long ago, kissed along both your bodies from beside you, his hands finding purchase anywhere they could land. 

Every time they were able to be themselves, the demon libido took over and you loved when it did. They could go for hours and at times when you were too worn out to continue they would play with each other. 

Those first few months, you noticed Steve was still slightly afraid that Eddie would no longer need him intimately anymore but the long-haired demon squashed that notion any chance he could reminding his friend that they were now more than. Sometimes it would be something small like Eddie holding his hand or running his palm along the demon’s back as they sat there and watched you eat a meal. Other times it was a grand gesture like randomly cupping his cheeks and bringing his lips to his own or smacking his ass in front of room full of people making Steve blush while you two giggled. 

Your fingers tangled in Eddie’s long wavy mane as you trembled beneath him, moaning his name as you came. His lips danced with your own while he fucked you through it and chased his own high. Growling and grunting, he soon followed, releasing his spend deep inside of you. 

The cool night air hit your sweaty skin as he rolled to your side and adjusted the blanket to cover you up a bit more. 

“Next place we stop at should be a hotel so you can shower and all that.”

“So I can shower?”, you laugh as you smile up at him. “Steve, now that you’re out in the world again, you get dirty to and can smell!”

Eddie quietly chuckles beside you as his fingers absently roamed along your body.

“Yeah, yeah. You know what I mean.”, he sasses as he turns onto his back and gazes up at the sky.

“During your war, did you guys sleep outside like this?”

“Yeah but our sky isn’t as pretty as yours.”, Eddie replies as he rolls onto his back as well. “We don’t have stars. Also, because of the battles and everything usually there was smoke in the air.”

“What was it like before cities and skyscrapers in my realm?”

“The first time we were summoned was around the late 1600s. At night while he slept, we looked out into the countryside and the grass was bright green, illuminating even in the dark. The way the trees moved when the wind blew was just gorgeous.”

“Sometime in the 1700s, we were near the water. I always thought the boats were fascinating. They reminded of stories my uncle would read to me when I was a kid. The sound of the waves crashing and smelling the salt of the ocean at night was amazing.”

“That sounds beautiful. I wish…I wish I could have…seen it all with…you.”, you mumble as your eyes start to get heavy with sleep. 

They both smile as they watch you drift off. Now that they were no longer in the stone, they were able to sleep but it took some getting used to like everything else. They had always assumed it was part of their curse that they never got tired or slept while in stone. Those first few nights of freedom they tried to keep their eyes open and on you, fearing something may happen if they weren’t alert. 

You assured them you were safe but always allowed them to do what they needed to feel comfortable. Normally they would just pull you close like a teddy bear which you definitely didn’t mind but more and more frequently they seemed content with just having any body part on you as they slept. Tonight, Eddie rolled on to his side and threw his arm over your stomach while Steve nuzzled into your side, pressing his nose to your cheek as he placed his own arm over the other demon’s. 

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“Oh, wow. Steven, look at this.”, Eddie beckoned at the other demon as his eyes widened in amusement. “These guitars are exceptional.”

You grin as he took in all the instruments in front of him at the museum you were visiting. This had been your favorite part of traveling with them; seeing them take in and learn all the new things around them. Steve so far was completely flabbergasted with technology. Of course, they saw summoners use or utilize any device that was available at the time but for them it had been confined to the knowledge within the area they happened to be in. Add in the fact that they would go decades without being called, sometimes they missed evolutions entirely. 

Eddie loved looking at and listening to music from any time. On your adventure, you three had stopped at a few bars where different types of bands would play and his eyes would light up like a kid listening to a story being read to them. 

“That thing you do when you play, can you do it with any instrument or is it a specific guitar?”, you ask. 

“Um, so far it’s any guitar. I’ve honestly never tried other stuff.” 

Steve abruptly straightens up as his head swivels to look around him. 

“What?”, the other demon inquires becoming more alert as well. 

“Someone’s here who doesn’t belong.” He grabs your hand and the three of you run out into the parking lot as you fumble for your keys.

Abruptly, you feel arms wrap around your waist and you gasp as your hoisted into the air. You can’t see who or what is holding you but you know you’re flying as the wind slaps you face. 

You scream as you’re let go of but are immediately caught by a winged Eddie as you both tumble to the ground. 

“Sweetheart, fuck that hurt. Are you okay?!”

“Yeah…I…who…what happened?”

Hearing the growls, you both turn just as Steve rises to his feet after having tackled the creature that grabbed you to ground and pins it to the grassy earth below him. 

“Jesus. Took you long enough!” The demon’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he lifted off the helmet blocking the person’s face and was met with a big grin. “You’ve gotten slower, old man.”

“Dustin? Holy shit.”

The boy laughed as he fell forward to hug him before helping him to his feet.

“Dustin?”

“Hey, Edward.” Their friend wrapped his arms around him, pulling him in for a hug before turning to you. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I had a good grip on you but I wasn’t prepared for the tackle landing. I’m Dustin.”

“Y/N. I’ve heard a lot about you.”, you smile but hesitate to shake his hand when you notice the demon skin. 

“Oh, shit. Different world. Um, hang on.” Red light flashes as the young boy transforms in front of you to look more like the men beside him. “There we go.”

He beams proudly when you’re able to greet him and goes the extra mile of kissing the back of your hand. 

“Alright, kid.”, Steve chastises as he pulls on the demon’s collar. “Last I checked you have a wife. This one is ours and speaking of…” Dustin flinches when his huge palm hits the back of his head. “You could have hurt her. You have to be more careful.”

“Hell, you’re lucky we didn’t kill you.”, Eddie scolded. “What are you doing here?”

“Does this realm have a bar. I have some news for you.”

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“God this is fucking delicious. What is it called?”, Dustin asks as he slams down his third empty glass. You learned from the boys that demons like them have a pretty high tolerance since the alcohol from their realm was a lot stronger than what you had here. 

“Beer. Now, for the fourth time, WHY ARE YOU HERE?!”, Steve asks sternly making the young demon smile at you. 

“They haven’t changed.”, he chuckles. “I’ve been looking for you two for a while now. Things have shifted back home. The king passed away.”

“Chrissy’s dad died?”, Eddie inquired as he leaned forward while you reached for his hand under the table.

“Yeah about 100 some odd years ago. Things got bad after you two disappeared.”, Dustin sighed. “Actually, it was after pretty boy prince vanished—”

“Henry?”

The boy’s eyes widen in amusement, seemingly impressed by your question. 

“Yes, wow. Um, so Henry went missing a few years after you both and while they were hunting for you, people were hunting for him. During that time another war broke out as the two kings fought for power and dominion.”

“Who won?”

“Essentially, no one. Both sides lost so many people…including your father, Steven.”

Your worried eyes scanned him over as his gaze shifted to the void in front of him. 

“What about Robin?”

“She’s safe; kicked a bunch of asses of course. Your uncle to, Ed. He helped watch out for the younger ones and trained them, kind of becoming like a surrogate dad.”

“Sounds about right.”, he grins. 

“Our people came out on top and have actually been in relative peace for the last 200 years. Robin and I still manage the militia but we haven’t needed them. Henry’s dad gave up looking for him—”

“And they won’t find him anytime soon.”, Eddie adds; his fingers squeezing yours.

“BUT the boys and I did some research and found out what happened to you two…how you were trapped in that stone… when our soldiers came back empty handed it gave some truth to the narrative which also helped us to prove your innocence, Edward.”

Both Steve and Eddie’s eyes shot up towards the young demon as he smiled. 

“Yeah, we were able to prove that you didn’t kill Chrissy and it was most likely Henry.”

“It was. He showed us how he did it to.”, you added.

“Before he died, the king pardoned you both and said that you could come home.”

Both their mouths dropped before the turned to you and noticed you were smiling. 

“Wow…that’s amazing. You two really are free now.”, you murmured as you tried to keep your demeanor in check. “This is fantastic.”

“Hey, um, kid can you give us a moment.”

Nonchalantly, the boy shrugged as he got up to get a refill, completely unaware of the bomb he had just dropped amongst you three. 

“You have to go back.”, you whispered.

“We…we can’t take you with us, Y/N. You would die as soon as you entered our realm.”

“Then you have to leave me—”

“No.”, Eddie growled. “No. I’ve had this situation come up enough when it comes to losing you except this time I actually have a fucking choice. My answer is no.”

“Ma-Maybe…this was inevitable. I mean… how long do your people live? I would grow old and die while you guys lived another few thousand years…”

As you glanced between them, you noticed their eyes were closed as they tried to keep their masks in control. 

“We can find a way, Y/N.”, Steve seethed through gritted teeth. 

“How? How, baby?”

“I don’t know!”, he bellowed in his deep demon voice that caused some patrons to turn. 

“See? At least back home, you can be yourselves again. You won’t have to hide. You both have spent so many years running and hiding. Then you were imprisoned… you deserve to go home.”

“No. We deserve you, the woman that saved us.”, Eddie replied trying to keep his own voice in line. “And believe it or not, sweetheart, but there are other factors to consider besides us leaving you behind.”

“What do you mean?”

“Demons in our realm…wouldn’t exactly…understand us.” He gestured between himself and Steve as the other demon snapped his head towards the window doing everything he could not open his eyes to reveal the red beneath them.

“What? Why?”

“Pfft, does your kind?”, Eddie scoffed. “We’ve spent years hearing the hateful rhetoric in your world. Remember, we had a summoner kill his boyfriend’s father so they could be together. Add in the fact that, once again, I’m the fucking commoner fucking royalty.”

The growl that comes from Steve’s chest is almost too loud to ignore as red quickly flashes through the bar and he runs towards the door before flying into the sky not caring if anyone saw him. Eddie chuckled as he rose to his feet and tugged at your hand. 

“Princess, can you lead me outside so we can follow him? I have a feeling this is going to be one of those fights and I wouldn’t want to draw any more attention.”

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You two found Steve back near where you had camped the previous evening, completely transformed into his demon appearance as he paced and fumed. 

“Fuck you!”, he screamed as soon Eddie’s feet touched the ground. “Is that how it would be when we got back?! Is that how you would see me?! As someone who’s above you?!”

“Excuse the fuck out of me for speaking the truth. You WERE above me, Steven. We may have been best friends but your rank and father’s position had you at a higher status.”

“So if we went home, things would go back to how they were?! We would just pretend then?!”

Dustin landed beside you with a beer in his hand, offering you some that you decline. 

“Am I missing something?”, he whispers.

“Yes, Dustin! You missed many things over the eons we were locked up in isolation.”, Steve sassed. “Fun fact, Edward and I aren’t just friends anymore. Yup. We fuck each other and fell in love.”

“Huh.”, the boy muses as a takes a sip of his drink. “Well, shit.”

“But that doesn’t matter I guess because Edward is a fucking peasant and sooooo beneath me.”, he mocks causing Eddie to roll his eyes. “Cool. Well now I’m more excited than ever to go back. I have no family, no you, and no Y/N but I’ll be home!”

“You’re all in a…”, Dustin asks gesturing between the three of you and again he makes a tiny huh sound when you nod.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t be with you, you asshole. I was explaining to Y/N why us being together would be fucking difficult. Do you think Chrissy and I just snuck around for fun?! I understand what it’s like in our realm to be in love with someone in a higher status and YOU know what it’s like with the other concern because of Robin. You know the hell she goes through! Went through…I don’t fucking know! To be honest, this fight seems pointless because even if we did go home we’d still have a mask on AND we wouldn’t have Y/N.”

“You wouldn’t fight for me, Edward?”

Steve’s tone pierced Eddie’s heart causing the demon to stomp forward and grab his cheeks.

“I fought with you and beside you for most of my life, Steven. Not only would I fight for you but I’d die for you to, you idiot.” His lips connect to his own before hugging him tightly to his chest. “I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“You guys don’t have to come home. I’ve just been looking for you to tell you that you could. Of course, we miss you guys but your friends and family love you. We want you to be happy.”

Steve reaches out and ruffles the boy’s hair as the young man giggles.

“Now is there a place we can rest because I am exhausted!”

***

As you pretended to sleep in your comfy hotel room bed, you listened to the three of them talk on the mattress next to yours. 

“I can’t believe you’re a dad now, man.”, Eddie chuckles as he looks over the pictures Dustin gave him. 

“Yeah, four of them, and Suzie wants another one. She had a big family, you know.”, he grins as he points to one of the boys in the photo. “My oldest son, his full name is Steven Edward Henderson.”

“Aw, dude.”, Steve coos as he reaches out to hug him. 

“Your uncle babysits them for me and he says they are just as wild as you were, Ed. He takes them outside to the forest sometimes to let them run and play. They love it. Since we found peace, everything has gotten so much clearer and cleaner. Less smoke and an angry red background to illuminate your evenings.”

“What about Robin? IS she happy.”

“Yeah. She misses you a lot and tells the kids stories of your adventures together.”

“Who took over after the king passed?”

“He passed the reigns to a cousin within the family. Someone he said Chrissy trusted.” Both demons nodded as a heavy sigh escaped their lips. “So, you love this girl, huh? She seems really sweet.”

“And strong. She’s been through a lot in her short human life but yeah…we love her.”

“She saved our lives.”, Steve added as they all looked over at you. “Got us out of that stone. She’s always been so selfless even now…willing to break her own heart by telling us to go home. I can’t do it, dude. I can’t abandon her here by herself after everything she’s done. I feel like…she’s apart of us.”

“Like if we lost her, we’d lose a piece of ourselves.”, Eddie explained making Dustin smile. 

“That’s how I feel about Suzie.” 

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You lean against a tree as you gaze out at their realm. It really was gorgeous compared to the visions they had provided you with their memories of their time there. The sky still had a twinge of red but a dark blue hue was beginning to take over. The town below you seemed more put together and modern without the need to modify it so no one could storm in. 

Even the castle to your right had been updated and had less damage than previously seen. The door opened for you and without prompting, you wondered in, marveling at the décor. Entering a bedroom, you knew whose it was immediately as you had seen it many times before. This time, however, there was no body or blood on the floor. The room was neat and tidy with pictures everywhere. 

On the vanity mirror were photos of Chrissy, Steve, Eddie, and Robin making funny faces with a lake behind them. Another was her and her father dancing in formal dress at what you assumed was a ball. On her bed was a box you slowly moved toward, opening the lid to find pictures of her and Eddie kept hidden for the royal’s eyes. 

There were many photos of kisses exchanged, dates that were had, and hope for a future that never came.

“I wish I had put those up.” You quickly turned at the sound of Chrissy’s voice as she softly smiled at you. “He deserved to be seen.”

“I’m…I’m sorry for what happened to you…to both of you.”

“Honey, you cleared his name and captured Henry. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. I’d actually like to help if I can.” She takes your hand and guides you towards the bed to sit beside you. “I’ve seen you with Eddie and Steve. I’ve never seen them as happy as they are now. It broke my heart watching them suffer for so long.”

Her beautiful, big eyes met yours.

“You’ve suffered to, haven’t you?”

“It’s alright—”

“No, it’s not. You three deserve to stay happy for as long as possible. Let me ask you something, Y/N. What do you know about demon slayers?”

Your eyes shot open as you gasped loudly, startling both demons from their sleep. 

“What?! What’s happening?!”

“Ed…Eddie…Chrissy…”

“Hey, hey, whoa, pretty girl. Breathe. Talk when you’re ready.”

As you calmed down, you told them about your dream and what Chrissy had told you. 

“I don’t get it. Do we need to die?”

“Steven, how did you get that out of what she just said?”, Eddie scolded. 

“What else do demon slayers do, Edward?”

“Didn’t your ex leave you for one?”, Dustin grumbled as he rubbed his eyes. “Maybe they would know.”

“What are you talking about? Demon slayers are human. He would have died long ago.”

“Yeah but he didn’t. Michael just visited them to celebrate their anniversary.”

Eddie fully sat up as he turned to face the young demon across from him. 

“AND YOU DIDN’T THINK THAT WAS ODD??”

“Geez, no, I didn’t. I have my own family to worry about on top of finding you two dickheads.”

Your demon’s exchanged a glance as the long-haired one rose to his feet and grabbed the boy’s arm. 

“You lost bed privileges. Go sleep… anywhere else.”

“Hey! Wha—”

He cut the boy off as he slammed the hotel door shut.

“Eddie, you didn’t have to—”

“Punishments are worse where we come from. He can sleep in the car.”, he growls as he runs his palms over his eyes. “What are you thinking, Steve?”

“I wouldn’t even know where to begin to look.” His current honey brown eyes flick towards you as he takes note of your facial expression. “Goddamn it. Are we still having this discussion, Y/N. We are NOT going home.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“Yeah but I can see it on your face. You think it would be easier for us to just let you go and go home.”

“I heard Dustin talk about what your home is like now. Maybe you two could be happy there.”

His large hand suddenly reached out to grab your throat as he pushed you back down flat against the mattress. 

“Listen up, little girl, because we are only going to say this one more time. Edward was right. The first time we thought we would lose you because Maeve was going to suck us back into that stone. The second time was because YOU made us believe that you would be taken in instead of us. This time WE get to make the choice and we are choosing to stay here with you. We are happier with you. We love you. We belong to you.”

Your breathing stuttered at his last sentence as his hand released its grip, gliding up to hold and caress your cheek with his thumb. 

“And you belong to us, honey.”

Tilting your head slightly, your lips crash up to meet his. The bed jostled as Eddie climbed in beside you, his hand softly running up your thigh before lifting your leg over his hip. A shiver ran up your spine as the demon’s fingers trailed back down along your flesh and rested on the cotton that was blocking your core.

Steve’s lips detach from your own as he leans over, snaking his hand behind the other man’s head, and tugs him into a rough kiss that had your pussy clenching at the sight. 

“I never saw you like that.”, he exhaled heavily. “I never thought of you as beneath me. Not as a commoner or peasant or whatever…even before… you’ve always just been Edward.”

Eddie rushed forward, bringing Steve’s mouth back to his as they passionately mingled together. Your own lips found its way down the metalhead’s neck making him groan while his fingers moved your panties to the side and began massaging circles against your clit. 

They panted as they moved away from each other, Eddie sucking on your own neck as Steve lifted up your nightshirt enough for your breasts to come into view and his mouth to wrap around your nipple. 

“Edward…please…”

Before he could acknowledge your pleas, Steve pushed him onto his back and hastily lifted off your shirt the rest of the way before doing the same with the other demon’s boxers. 

Eddie moaned as a glob of spit landed on the tip of his cock as Steve stroked and smeared it along his shaft. You both watched him with lust fueled eyes as he took him into his awaiting mouth while his free hand reach over to play with your bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck me.”

“H-His mouth always feels so fucking good, doesn’t it?”

“Fuck, yeah, it does. Wh-When we—mmm—when we were alone sometimes he would suck me off for what—shit—felt like hours.”

Continuing to pump him with his hand, Steve gives you his attention, shoving his face into your cunt. Your fingers intertwined with the demon next to you as the others long paranormal tongue lapped at your insides. 

“Yes, Steven! Please.”

Eddie’s free palm reached across his bare chest, landing on your tit as his fingers pinched and played with the erect bud. 

“I-I would cum so many times but I never wanted…never wanted him to stop. His mouth felt so good.”

Steve switched again driving you both wild as he built you two up. Eddie quickly sat up and brought the other demon’s lips to his, both whimpering as their tongues glided effortless against the other.

“I want to feel you, pretty boy. Come on. Make our beautiful girl cum hard, ok? She deserves it.”

Steve nodded, kissing along your skin as he climbed up the length of your body. Opening your legs wide, he lifts one of them over his shoulder, and his forehead falls on yours as he guides his cock into your entrance. 

“Fuuuuck, baby girl. Still so fucking tight.”, he moans, smirking when your breathy laugh hits his face. 

“I’m-I’m a little sore from last night.”

“Yeah? But you can take still take it, can’t you, honey? Mmm—you can still take all of me.”

“Yes.”, you pant as he begins slowly thrusting into you.

When you feel him pause, you shift your gaze to Eddie as he grabs the demon’s shoulder for leverage and gradually pushes into his ass. Biting your bottom lip, you watch as Steve struggles to control his appearance as he whimpers and groans at the feeling of you both. 

“Does that feel good, Steven?”

“S-So good. Fuck.”, he purrs as his hips start to thrust again. 

The demon behind him guides his motions, placing his palms on his waist as his moves him forward into you and back onto him. 

“You can—mmm—you can change if you want to.”

Steve adamantly shakes his head. 

“Too close. Hurt you.”, he manages to grunt out.

“You can hurt me a little.”, you tease making Eddie chuckle behind him as his face scrunches in pleasure. “I always want you guys to be yourselves as much as you can.”

A low growl rumbles from his chest as his pace quickens.

“It always fucking turns me on when you say stuff like that. That you aren’t afraid us.”

“I’m not, Steven.”

His jaw goes slack in a silent moan as he fully takes over pleasing you both. Tears fall from your eyes as he roughly but pleasantly hits that spot inside of you that has your eyes rolling closed while he pushes back hard against Eddie taking him deeper into his body. 

“Shit…that’s it, Steven, baby.”, the metalhead grumbles through his teeth. 

“You’d fuck us fully in our demon form?”

“Yes, of course. I love you both—mmm—for you. I don’t care what you look like. Fuck, M’gonna…”

Dropping your leg, his body fell flat on yours, rolling his hips as Eddie thrust to meet his movements. The sound of skin hitting skin echoed obscenely loud in the small room while all three of your moans mixed in. Your nails dug into his back as you held him tightly to you, shuddering as you came hard.

“Fuck! G-Good girl. Soaking my cock like that.”

The demon behind him grabbed his throat as he pressed his chest into his back, pounding into him till Steve trembled against you and painted your walls with his release. Eddie grunted, yanking them both upright on their knees, and as he fell out of you, the long-haired boy reached around to continue stroking his length, milking him till his own orgasm followed.

Falling to your side, they panted as Steve’s fingers lazily turned your cheek to face him. 

“Are you…okay? I didn’t…cut you or hurt you…right?”

“I’m ok. You didn’t shift too much this time.”, you grin over at him as he smiles in return. 

“Come on, princess.”, Eddie coos as he crawls over to you and lifts you in his arms. “Before you start to smell.”

He chuckles when you lightly smack his chest while he carries you to the tiny hotel bathroom.

“Oh, this will be fun. Just like our showers in the dorms, huh, Stevie?”

It was a tight fit but you didn’t mind. Any chance you got at being close to them made you content. You kept your arms snuggled around either one of them, tenderly kissing their lips occasionally before pressing your face into their chest. 

“What would it be like? Sex with you fully in your demon form? The first night we were together, Steve said his dick was still him…”

After turning off the shower, Eddie guided you out of the shower and made you giggle as he shook a towel over your head. 

“He wasn’t wrong. Um, you know how human’s use condoms? Think of it like that.”

“Also, believe it or not, we’ve been holding back somewhat with you.” Your eyes widen playfully at Steve’s comment. “Oh yeah. You’ve seen Edward and I together. I mean, you saw our house in the stone. It wasn’t solely destroyed all the time because of me if you know what I’m saying.”

Your laugh gradually fades as they watch you slide your sleep shirt back over your head and climb under the covers. 

“What are you thinking about, sweetheart?”

“So…we’re really doing this? We’re going to look for a way for me to be with you two forever?”

They both crawl in beside you like they did every single night before. 

“If that’s what you want, Y/N.”, Eddie answers as his fingers move some loose hair away from your cheek. “If you want to stay as you are, we’ll still be here, babe. Even when you’re old and gray, sitting on a rocker on your front porch.”

They smile when you laugh. 

“Did you see that in my future when you first met me?”

“We can’t see the futures for summoners, just the past.”, Steve explains. “But we don’t need to have powers or anything to see that if that’s a future you want then we’ll make it happen. As long as you’re happy, honey.”

“My mom died my freshman year of high school. I spent so many years watching my father miss her. Before he died, in my dream, I saw him reconnect with her and that comforts me, you know?” You place your palm on Eddie’s heart as Steve wraps his arm around your waist and rests his chin on your bicep just below your shoulder. “I’ve seen what it did to you. I don’t want either of you to experience that pain. I want us…to have as much time…as we can get.”

Softly smiling, he leans down and tenderly kisses your lips, letting you go long enough for Steve to do the same.

“Then, yes, princess. We’re doing this.”

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A Curative Spell

Hey y’all~! I know it’s been a hot minute since I last wrote a story and I appreciate all those who have followed me, still do follow me and Like/Reblog the stories I have written. I hope that I can get into writing a bit more actively now though. Hope enjoy what I’ve written here~!

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Aster Shawcross is a 29 year old gay man has always had a huge kink for gay to straight stories where gay men are against their wills transformed into hot, attractive and homophobic straight men. He never thought that he himself would have to live through such a transformation himself. The stories were supposed to be just fiction - not actually possible.

It all started when his best friend, Connor, got him drunk at the local bar one night after Connor had been dumped by his boyfriend. They'd spent most of the evening getting sloshed and complaining about there being no good gay men.

"I know exactly what I want," Connor said as he downed another shot of tequila. "You know how much you love those gay to straight stories?"

Aster nodded. "Yeah."

Connor smiled. "Well, tonight I'm going to make those stories come true."

Aster looked up in confusion. "What do you mean? What are you talking about?"

"I was given this spell here by the local pastor” Connor said holding up a slip of paper with text on it “he said it’ll cure me if I recite it”.

"Cure you?" Aster asked skeptically.

"Yes, it'll cure me from being gay. It’ll be just like those stories you read all the time! You're my best friend and I trust you, so why don't we try it together? Maybe then we won’t be forever single and actually be happy."

Aster stared at his friend for a moment before nodding. "Okay. It’s not going to work, it’s surely a scam to get you to become a member of his Church but fine, I’ll go along with it."

"Great! Now let's get out of here and go home."

The two friends left the bar and headed back to Aster's apartment. When they arrived, Connor and he began reciting the words on the piece of paper.

"Oh my god!" Aster cried out in shock a few moments after the spell had been recited by them. His body felt like it was on fire. His skin prickled and burned. Connor feeling the same as well.

“Gnh!” Connor asked grunted at the pain rushing through his body.

Aster tried to speak but could only manage to cough. He grabbed his head and fell to the floor.

"A-Are you al-alright?" Connor, who was holding onto the wall slowly sliding down it, said with pain evident in his voice

"I-I think so..." Aster managed to say.

He got to his feet slowly and stumbled over to the couch. He collapsed onto it and lay there panting heavily. He looked up at Connor who was on his knees looking at him with concern.

"He didn’t say it would hurt!” Connor said, regretting his decision. If he knew it hurt this much he’d have never done it. It felt like his body was burning and his head was splitting.

"My...my chest," Aster gasped. "It feels weird."

Connor looked down at his own chest. He too noticed that it felt different. It felt bigger, harder and more muscular than usual.

"Our bodies are growing," Connor said.

Aster looked down at himself and saw that Connor was right. His pants were loose around his waist and his shirt was tight across his shoulders.

"How long does this last?" Aster asked weakly.

"I don't know," Connor said crawling to the couch where Aster was "He didn’t tell me”

They both laid on the couch trying to catch their breath. Their bodies continued to grow and change. Their minds were also undergoing a change as well. Both of them now found themselves thinking about women in a way they never had before. Their views on religion were also changing.

"I used to be an atheist, but now I feel like I should convert to Christianity or something," Connor said.

"Me too," Aster agreed “my mind is screaming that at me for some reason”

Their clothes began to change alongside them. They were both wearing jeans and tshirts when they went to the bar, but now they were both wearing dress shirts, ties and slacks as if they were missionaries for the church.

Both men stood up and looked at each other. Connor was now 6'3" tall and Aster was now 6”0. They’d gained a lot of muscle compared to what that they had previously had but were not super fit. Their hair was now short and brown, whereas Aster had been a blonde and Connor had had dyed his hair blood red. They also looked much younger than they were. Before they were 29 year old but now they looked no older than 21. To boot, their clothes didn’t just RESEMBLE that of a missionary - their clothes WERE that of a missionary. Something seemed off though, because neither of their name tags showed their names. It was someone else’s.

"Hey," Connor said. "Look at this."

Aster looked down at his name tag. "Whoa! My name is not on this."

"Mine either," Connor said.

Adtem looked at the name tag he wore which Said Adam Smith and then looked up at Josner’s name tag which said Joseph Johnson. "This is weird. Why aren't our names on these?"

"I don't kn-," Josener said before grabbing his head

Josener and Adem both grabbed their heads as they felt a ripping through their heads and their mental changes proceeded further. Their memories changed to that of having been raised in a church, having become friends young after meeting in said Church and when of age becoming missionaries. They also had memories of having had girlfriends before but nothing serious and of shunning those who live life as homosexuals. The house had also changed to fit their new lives. The house was incredibly clean, had pictures of Joseph at different ages, him in the church with the other boys, him with a whole new and highly religious family and some of him with his best friend, Adam.

“What were we just talking about?” Asked Adam.

“I don’t remember,” Replied Joseph.

Adam Smith and Joseph Johnson were two of the newest missionaries to the Church. They went to bed, not knowing anything had even happened to them or that they’d been someone else entirely.

Adam decide to stay the night at his friend’s place so that when they wake up ready to spread the word of God and help save people, especially homosexuals, from their sinful ways.

“I hope we find a lot of people to convert to the Lord today,” Adam said.

“I pray that we do,” replied Joseph.

Joseph and Adam happily walked down the street in the southern town they lived in to find those who need guided to salvation.

[welcome-to-the-end-of-eras]

Live Reading: The Mars House by Natasha Pulley

Some initial (spoiler-free) observations for now:

1.) desperately missing the style of publication from twofs and tbs, book covers that come off are my biggest opp

2.) Edward Cullen lookin ass cover I kinda love it

3.) absolutely love the fact that The Bedlam Stacks is officially part of the Watchmaker series even though Mori is in like 3 scenes, he’s so powerful

Off the bat, it's really interesting to see the way January interacts with what is our present like it's something ancient. The way he describes the "ruins" of London and various places around that people today may even live in, as if it's centuries old. Idk what year this takes place in but I feel like it's going to be like 2030 or some shit lmao

I already read the leaked chapter so I'm just going to skip it, all in all though I like January so far. He's a little less...I don't want to say compelling, but he doesn't have as much of a distinctive personality off the bat as Valery or even Flint, but I don't necessarily think that's a bad thing. Plus he's like. Actively in crisis, so I'm going to give him a pass

He does have the gen Z tendency for nihilism tho, moreso than the other mc's, and I really like it

Oh wait no he's not even gen Z he's like. Gen Theta??? This is farther into the future than I thought, which is good bc it was a lil depressing to think it was this close to the present and everything was flooded (I mean we're still boned but I was expecting the time period to be like. A very likely 2027 or something.)

I honestly really like the way January isn't content with the small things in his life that make him miserable like the other mc's. He's a Complainer. He's literally me-

"It was fine as icing sugar." ??? Girl are we getting some freaky future ghost shit again??? Please???

I CAN'T DO THIS I CAN'T DO THIS I CAN'T DO THIS I CAN'T DO THIS I CAN'T-

MORI AND DAUGHTER??? I'M GOING TO PASS AWAY-

I will be crying about this forever

Six taking over the shop but keeping her dad's name attatched...BEING CANON??? We STAY winning

"There are moments when you come so close to another future you can taste the air in the courtroom." GIRL SHUT THE FUCK UP RESPECTFULLY I'M ABOUT TO START SCREAMING-

Wait these exoskeleton things sound cool as fuck, I wonder how hard it would be to make one for cosplay purposes??? Probably pretty tricky (and knowing myself I would never finish it) but it still seems really fun to make

Damn he's really scared of not wearing that thing, my poor baby :((( ugh I really do like him a lot so far

Ohhh wait I thought wearing the suit was to protect him, not to protect others??? I misread

But he's still really that scared of hurting anyone else :((( he's my baby I've decided

I feel like I'm not going to like Gale much off the bat bc they're going to be rude to him, but I'm sure I'll grow to like them more. I mean I didn't much care for Shenkov off the bat but I adore him now so

Not to get Prentious-English-Major-y, but it seems like a running theme in this book is getting over the shame of taking up space in the world. January is constantly being reminded that he needs to stay in his place and not cause trouble for others, and it's so engrained into him that he can't help but panic over a simple mistake that could've been corrected with a gentle warning. But it also wasn't a gentle warning; the guy in the elevator fucking yelled at him!!! Immediately!!! I get the notion that it was a matter of safety for him, but January was far away from and couldn't have possibly hurt him, and he still yelled. Coming from the lense of a queer man, it's very reflective of the homophobic idea that queer people can't even be trusted in public because they're "sexual deviants" and the like, or even going back to the 80s when people thought that AIDS was transmitted through just skin-to-skin contact. Idk. Food for thought.

Honestly??? The way his thoughts keep circling back to the way everyone was horrified of him on the elevator is the most accurate way I've ever seen someone describe anxiety attacks

What tf is up with the pink elephants??? New tattoo idea just dropped???

Ooo interesting monetary system for the trains. I went into Boston to get my copy and they started doing a similar thing on the green line (the only train system that runs above ground, so they can't really stop people from not paying to get on) and it kind of reminds me of that. It's definitely not that similar, but it's enough that I made the connection

Creepy Government Programs Meant To Completely Cripple Minorities Just So They Can Access Slightly Worse Basic Rights They Should Already Have...totally not realistic...haha...not at all...

Only a year??? January...buddy...you've been here for 600 days...

Oh wait no I just looked it up, a year on Mars is actually about 687 days, nvm, fuck me I guess

The whole conundrum of naturalizing vs just using the cage is vvv interesting, and is also reminiscent of the way disabled people are encouraged by society (and warned by medical professionals) to undergo drastic surgeries to cure their disability

Damn so going on the train cost him a half hour of work??? That's kinda nuts. Although if it's a longer distance train it's not as bad, but it seems like it just went from one part of the city to the other

Oh??? Hello??? He has a crush on his boss??? Honestly she sounds like a milf I don't blame him-

I feel like the release button of his suit being over his heart is going to be important and dramatic and it's going to make me cry

Idk how to word this properly but like. January being motivated to eat more and train for ballet again bc he's just overall happier with Gale may just (happily) destroy me, the same way tlfop describes Thaniel getting a lot stronger over the course of four years bc he's eating more and started boxing and that, but I feel like it'll be different bc him being married to Gale will offer him the privilege to do that kind of thing while others aren't awarded the freedom

The group physical therapy before work is kinda nuts, we should honestly do that at my job too

Honestly the way they're describing these work suits is kind of a serve, especially with the cool skeleton lookin thing around it, that would make such a fun cosplay

Senator Gale in the mix too!!! Vvv excited, even though I know January is going to do some fuckshit on tv with them

I KNOW January is pretty af I know it in my soul

"Great power to be had from ogling." I'm love Val sm-

Love that she included how to pronounce Mx bc it always throws me for a loop. Also...McWang??? Girl-

I really do not know what I expected from the woman who managed to get the word "octopussy" in three of her books

"...so that he wouldn't think about how much he would have loved to see someone shove Audrey bloody Gale off a cooling tower." DAWG-

He really fuckin hates them wow, their public persona must suck

Oh also random thought I forgot to include a bit earlier, but is it like. Genuinely illegal to assume people's gender in this society??? That's kinda based actually. Fox News would have a field day. "ThIs Is CoNfIrMaTiOn Of ThE fUtUrE tHeSe LiBeRaLs ArE lOoKiNg FoR." Ugh I hope someone shows them, that would be fucking hilarious (obviously no one should tho bc I sincerely believe there are some idiotic people who would start sending Natasha death threats over it and I don't want that).

"...and do everyone a favour by turning immediately into goo." Jesus fucking Christ dude-

I hope January beats the shit out of some of these people I really do-

Hehe puffweens

Ooo the Mars citizens fashion seems fun

"Thirteen year olds were, of course, terrifying monsters..." thirteen year olds are extremely lame when you get to know them but I do get the anxiety (I say as someone who worked with them for over 5 years)

He doesn't want to scare anyone :(((

First he's comparing Gale to the devil, and now he's saying they look like a god??? Make up your mind dude

"He followed the news like a bloodhound when it came to Gale." My good bitch you are so definitely into them-

The fact that Val has to bribe January with chocolate to not throw a brick at Gale is so...I'm love them so much

[brockitty-goober]

HELLO, GUYS, GALS, AND NONBINARY PALS!! ALSO EVERYONE ELSE OF COURSE!

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DO NOT SHOW/ASK ME ANYTHING NSFW/SEXUAL PLEASE!! I AM A MINOR AND VERY EASILY GROSSED OUT BY THAT STUFF!

I like fnaf, tadc, warriors, WOF, and regretevator! I also like Hazbin Hotel, but I’ve only seen the pilot. I WANT to watch the rest on prime but my parents would never let me 🙃

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basically if you’re homophobic, racist, sexist, p3do, zoo, zi0nist, a k1nk/nsfw blog, etc. just don’t interact, you’ll get blocked anyways.

I hate KOSA!

my pronouns are she/they/ze/hir! I am also trying out/ok with he/him!

retired imgflip user - likes drawing - minor

depressed, traumatized, has a lot of intrusive thoughts

extroverted introvert????

don’t call me by it/its please thank u! 💕💕

aegoromantic, (maybe asexual?) demigirl but questioning (possibly bigender)

likely neurodivergence BUT undiagnosed

here’s some example art. robux comms may open soon

(this comic is discontinued for now)

I don’t like to be around mentions of true crime or su!c!d3 (with the exception of small fictional mentions of it).

I create from discontent. Most of my life has been spent being uncomfortable in my own skin. This body is just another house that’s never felt like home. I don’t know how to be at ease in this world or this life. Art is a way of running away, of forgetting myself and escaping to a more comfortable place. To cope with an unhospitable reality, I create more welcoming worlds to consume my work and my waking hours. But the foundation of my art has always been my discontent with the real world and my life within it. Lurking behind the inviting scenery I dream of is the desperate desire to be anywhere but here. It is a world constructed as a respite from this one. Such vivid fantasies are the dream of one who considers reality a prison.

-From What Emotion Do You Create From?

[puppetoffthehook]

No Neverland For Real Boys

Tw: child abuse, homophobic language, drug addiction reference

—————

“B-but I don’t wanna throw them away!”

Billy was upset. His mama left a week and a half ago and she hasn’t come back. His dad keeps getting angrier and angrier the longer she doesn’t call or show; the bruises on his back are proof of that. And now his dad wants him to throw away his favorite toys. The Justice League dolls his mama saved up to get him for Christmas.

“It was bad enough the bitch got you dolls in the first place, but you’re too old to be playing with that shit.” The man is quickly losing patience with him and Billy holds the Wonder Woman doll tighter.

You see, Billy loves superheroes because his mama let him have a comic book when he was six years old. It was a new run of Wonder Woman and the boy loved it! He read comics that other boys and girls had at school and he talked about heroes all the time. Neil hated it but his mama always listened to him with a big happy smile. They even watched Wonder Woman on TV when the show came out. He was eight then and it was an escape from the hell of being his dad’s son. Now his only escape is playing with his toys and reading comics because Neil doesn’t want ‘that ugly bitch’ on his TV.

“Please can’t I keep them? They’re my favorite toys and Mama bought-“ Billy was cut off by a hard slap across the face that made him drop his doll. He couldn’t help the tears in his eyes but that didn’t stop his dad from grabbing him by the hair. “Ow! Let go, Dad!”

Neil brought his son closer so the boy had no choice but to look him in the eye. It made his skin itch like a million bug bites. “Listen here, you little crybaby bitch. I won’t have a son who wastes his time being a little queer playing with fucking dolls. They’re going in the trash whether you like it or not and you’re staying in your room until morning.”

So Billy was forced to watch his dad take not just his dolls but all of his toys, toss them in a bag, and take them outside to set by the curb. He’s crying more and he can’t stop himself from shaking so his dad throws him in his room and locks the door from the outside.

“You can come out when you learn to be a man!” His dad shouts, making Billy jump. “There’s no Neverland, Billy. Your mother had you believing that bullshit about your being a child but that ends today!”

As Neil’s footsteps retreat, no doubt to the kitchen to make himself dinner while Billy gets an empty tummy, the little boy cries and wishes his mama was there.

—————

“You’re so boring!” Max complains at him while he works on the car he got from the junkyard. It’s a beautiful Camaro and it just needs the right touch but his new little stepsister is constantly irritating him and the high from the H is wearing off, leaving him even more annoyed. “You never wanna play or watch anything interesting!”

Billy pushed himself out from under the car and scowled at the brat. “Playing is for kids, Maxine. I’m too old for that shit.”

“It’s Max, asshole, and you’re fifteen! That’s still a kid; my mom said so!” The redhead huffs at him with her hands on her waist.

“Your mom tells you that shit cuz she doesn’t wanna worry about you doing adult shit.” Honestly, she’s so fucking annoying when he’s coming down from the high.

“Like what? Drugs?” Blue eyes flick up to look at her and Max gestures with her hands to him. “You’re always smoking some nasty smelling crap and you shouldn’t be!”

He chooses to scoff and get back to work which just makes the girl sigh loudly. “Just! Go play with your dolls or write in your fucking diary like little girls are supposed to, Max!”

There was silence for a while before he noticed the car moving and heard the sound of her climbing on it. “Max..” The way he said it was a warning like his father would sometimes give him before he got hit.

“Did you ever act like a kid? You seem like you’ve been an almost adult forever.” The girl peeked over the side to look at him, her hair brushing against the garage floor.

“Of course I fucking did! I outgrew it. Everyone outgrows toys and shit like that. It’s childish to hold onto it.” It’s what his dad would say but sometimes.. he really misses the Wonder Woman doll and the show he watched with his mom before she left. He misses how much he felt safe then.

Max groaned and flopped back on the hood of the car. “You’re no fun.”

Billy doesn’t answer. Instead he fights off the low that comes after the high and keeps working. His dad took his toys, his surf board, and his happiness away years ago. At least once this car is done he’ll have something all his own that his father can’t take from him. A chance at freedom.

Maybe there’s a Neverland out there somewhere.

((Drabble idea given by @ebbiemunson))

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Sad Ending Masterlist

Deathbeds (ao3) - orphan_account Luke/Ashton NR, 9k

Summary: Luke runs away from his abusive dad and meets Ashton. Ashton is just a sad kid who can't say no to the incredibly attractive blonde haired, blue eyed beauty. Luke is very depressed and homophobic and he starts to fall for Ashton, but he goes into denial and both boys are led down a very dark path upon meeting the other.

I'll Always Love You (ao3) - orphan_account Luke/Ashton T, 1k

Summary: "I want you forever, forever and always. Through the good and the bad and the ugly. We'll grow old together, forever and always."

Or that one really sad fic where Ashton gets in a car accident, and Luke remembers what was supposed to happen.

I Like You Better When I'm Wasted (ao3) - HPFangirl71 Luke/Calum E, 5k

Summary: If you're drunk when you have sex with your best friend it doesn't make you gay does it?

But maybe the exchange of sober kisses the next morning are a telltale sign…

i've been cold since you left (ao3) - youranimalside Michael/Luke T, 1k

Summary: “Here’s what we’re going to do. We are going to go to Universal Studios; we are going to get sorted. If I am not a Gryffindor, I will fight the Sorting Hat. Then we will get wands, and be nerdy little shits, and then we are going to get smashed, watch a movie of your choice, Mean Girls will be vetoed, and tomorrow, we are going to get on a plane back to Los Angeles because you are better than this. Screw Luke, okay?”

Or Michael's heartbroken and Calum's trying to fix it.

Last Night (ao3) - orphan_account Michael/Luke, Calum/Ashton M, 5k

Summary: On July 16th, 2011, Life as everyone knew it, changed. Luke Hemmings birthday became an accursed day for him. Surviving as a 15 year old teenager wasn't easy, especially when you are trying not to be killed. Life has its upsides and downfalls, the apocalypse is definitely a downfall in Luke's book. At least there is no school.

Remembering the summer, it takes me back (ao3) - zephyrusnico Luke/Ashton NR, 995

Summary: 'Luke looks at the picture of them and he remembers the day it was taken, remembers the days and the memories before and after that day. He thinks about how he remembers the day that has long since been erased from Ashton's mind, never to be remembered by him again.'

Room 93 (ao3) - princessmikey Michael/Luke NR, 5k

Summary: Luke and Michael are dating, but Michael's not ready to come out of the closet, so the only times they can be together are behind the walls of room 93.

What I see is heaven on Earth (ao3) - beendreaminglikeafool Michael/Luke M, 11k

Summary: Luke was too innocent for this world. Too naïve to handle the harshness of the outside. He’s never dealt with being one of the most famous singers of his generation, no experience dealing with the press, so Michael couldn’t imagine him in a similar situation that wouldn’t leave him mentally or physically damaged.

Wired Love (ao3) - gloomywilbur Luke/Ashton T, 20k

Summary: Ashton's stepdad has a strange occupation. He's a mad scientist to be specific, though he kept it secret, making sure to lock his lab all the time. Ashton couldn't help but get curious, and his curiosity only grew when he found the extremely realistic looking cyborg in his lab, its blue eyes and blonde hair had him breatheless. The robot glanced at him, "Hi, I'm Luke."

Woman (ao3) - mtvluke Michael/Luke NR, 861

Summary: The morning sun began to rise, shining through the window that had allowed an orange toned light to saturate the room and light the skin of the duo reminding them that they didn’t have much longer before their night together ended finally.

[pippin-katz]

Excuse me, but what the actual fuck?

Did you seriously just take a scene of two men in fluffy robes, eating ice cream, and sharing things about themselves, where one of which is allowing himself to be vulnerable and talk about the pain of grieving his father who passed from cancer, and imply that what is very much a sad, forced, "It is what it is" smile, is a real smile caused by what you are suggesting is an arousing caress of his thigh?

Are you seriously taking an emotional and touching moment, where two grown men are shown to express their feelings in a society where they are actively encouraged and forced not to out of fear of being ostracized and shamed, that has not a single damn thing about it that is even remotely related to sex, and make a suggestive, sexual comment about what is, despite your use of quotation marks around the word, a comforting gesture?

And most audaciously, are you implying that it is intentionally part of the scene of the movie?

That is absolutely disgusting.

And don't even try to claim it was accidental. Everything about your post is sexually charged, on purpose.

Started with discussing the levels of skin showing. Yes, because they look so revealing in their giant fluffy robes. That's totally relevant to the scene.

Said they're covered less than you thought. Because yes, again, that's so important.

Put quotation marks around the word "comforting" as if to imply that it's not. I guess the fact that Henry is talking about his fucking dead father has nothing to do with this scene and why Alex touches him.

Made direct comment about Taylor's long fingers. I feel like we've probably all seen a post thirsting over Taylor's hands at least once, so wow, what a funny detail to add here.

Danced around and left the point hanging. If you didn't imply this to be sexual, you wouldn't have avoided actually saying the point you're making. Skirting around the topic, while also talking about it, is used when whatever it is cannot be talked about, uses explicit language, or associated with sex; at least in regards to today's expectations of public behavior.

Queer relationships, especially those between two men, are thought about in regards to sex. The LGBTQ+ community has been desperately fighting for decades to be recognized beyond what they do in the bedroom.

When straight people think of gay couples, they make the connection to sex either immediately or a few seconds later. They ask "Who's the top & who's the bottom?" jokingly, as if that is something you would ever ask a straight couple to share in a casual conversation. One of the biggest problems fighting against homophobes in particular is the fact that they only associate queerness with sex. It's all they think about. So even though queer adults are trying to teach children about identity and knowing who you are, they think that they're somehow teaching and encouraging them to go out and have "gay sex".

As an example: Amity and Luz from The Owl House are two fourteen-year-old girls who are in love with each other. They hold hands, dance, show vulnerabilities around each other, gush over each other, and share a couple sweet kisses. Yet, just the two-dimensional image of two smitten girls who adore each other holding hands generates outcry from the homophobic community. Because despite the fact that they are two children whose relationship has absolutely nothing to do with sex, that's where their mind went anyway.

I'll be crystal clear, queer people are free to express themselves sexually however they want to (excluding illegal atrocities). There is nothing wrong with that.

Reducing queer relationships to sex however, is disrespectful and dehumanizing.

Queer people don't just have animalistically aggressive sex and do nothing else. Not everything in a queer relationship is about sex, just as it's not everything in a straight relationship.

They are two people in love with each other. Being in love with someone is state of being, an emotion, something that is so special that humanity has spent its entire existence trying to understand and communicate what it feels like.

We have this beautiful story about these two young men falling in love with each other, learning about each other, protecting each other, fighting for each other, and finding comfort with each other. This is an emotionally raw and vulnerable moment for Henry to share his pain regarding his father's death, something that he wasn't even allowed the right to do when it happened. He's never gotten to talk about this with anyone, but he's gotten close enough to Alex that he trusts him with his very fragile heart.

And you took this moment to imply Alex is touching him in an arousing manner?

I am so furious that I've been working on this post for several days, trying to make sure I wrote it properly and touched on the right points. I could not sleep when I first read this because of how upsetting it is. It hurts even more considering I'm on the ace spectrum, so to see a genuine moment of emotional vulnerability between these two lovers be turned into just "another sex joke" makes me feel sick.

And let me be clear on one last thing, I do not give a fuck if you want to thirst over or sexualize the actors. That's your choice.

But how dare you imply that it is part of the movie, and the scene itself? How dare you reduce this beautiful moment of comfort to a "sexy touch"?

It is honestly upsetting how many people have reblogged and liked this without even thinking about it. I expected better from the RWRB fandom, but unfortunately this isn't the first time it has ignored a pivotal theme or message of the story to satisfy their self-centered thoughts and questions. Honestly, I'm just so disgusted and disappointed.

Watching this scene, I always thought they looked pretty well covered by those robes...

Only then I saw this photo and realised quite how much leg they're both flashing...

Which incidentally also suggests that when Alex puts a 'comforting' hand on Henry's leg, those long fingers of his are likely not resting on terrycloth...

No wonder Henry smiles at him like that!

[diecrotic]

a piece about my dad (844 words)

Date Written: 24 May 2024 Date Posted: 22 July 2024

i wrote this with a paper and pen in May, for my morning pages on that day. what that means is that this was all done in one sitting, without thinking or planning, one fateful morning. i just happened to observe my dad and started vomiting all this crap about him lmao. i'm surprised it turned out like this actually. it absolutely wasn't intended.

Your typical father eats oranges. He stands y the dining table with one foot on a chair and offers you half before sucking on the fruit, chewing with his mouth open. As he moves to leave, he bangs his knee against the wood.

Your typical father drinks a lot of water and tries to influence you to do the same, citing reasons of health and well-being, blissfully unaware that those are two things you’ve never been good at caring about. “Eight glasses a day and then some,” he instructs as he refills his tall, plastic cup. After a full swig, he sets the thing next to your half-empty iced coffee.

Your typical father spends a lot of time outdoors. Not outside of the house exactly; just in the yard. Lord knows what he does there, but all the junk—boxes, broken toilet parts, rags that were white when you bought them, buckets full of leaves—and all the plants and all the tools nailed to the stone walls are his, are part of his little kingdom no one else in the family dares touch. While the rest of you sit, watching Facebook reels, doing these god-forsaken morning pages, he stays on his feet, cleaning up, heading out to disappear for a while, comes back in sweaty and asks for a hug.

Your typical father finally sits down with a big sigh and fishes for his phone. Mostly, he reads on it. The news, lifestyle articles, sports columns. Sometimes, especially at night, he watches Netflix. He can do it on the TV too, your sister bought him one of those smart devices, after all, but you’re glad he doesn’t. It’s loud, and based on what you’ve seen of his Watch History, he’s better off taking that stuff in, in private.

For the lack of anything else to talk about, you decidedly recall that your typical father is racist, homophobic, transphobic, islamophobic, mysoginistic, and a zionist. He told you once that if you happened to be born a gay son, he would beat you to a pulp. He told you once that a man with clear skin needs to live in fear, for people would consider him too feminine. He agrees with your typical mother, that trans people need to “come clean about their pretenses” in order to have a shot at keeping their lives. He does house work, but only the “manly” kinds. He’d rather starve than make himself a full meal. He thinks Hamas are terrorists and Israel is right to be killing civillians to crack down on their numbers because they won’t stop using “human shields.”

You’ve made yourself upset, writing all this.

Your typical father doesn’t ever admit that he’s wrong. If he does sometimes apologize, he’ll do it with a smile and caress that indicates he was only joking, no need to take it so far. He thinks he’s infallible because he’s well-read, fed information by Google Search articles, as if the internet and Western media alike are impervious to lies. He thinks that the ways of old are how it should be still: children serve their parents, wives serve their husbands, every parent needs a grandchild, everyone wants kids. He refuses to learn anything new unless it’s information he’s acquired through his own sources. He doesn’t trust you and your smart mouth despite believing you’re in the top 1% of students in the country. He doesn’t know you distrust him and his aged brain even more than that.

He doesn’t know that, while you undoubtedly love him, will cry when he’s gone, will yearn for his presence when you no longer have the right to it, you’re secretly waiting for him and his kind to die out so the world can be a marginally better place.

Not all of this is your typical father’s fault. He grew up at a bad time, and in the hands of your typical grandmother, who laughed when you said you refused to start a family, and your typical grandfather, who most probably hit him. We’re all victims of our upbringing, our environment, one way or another. But when the opportunity to change is right in front of us and we refuse to take it, that’s when it becomes a problem. That’s what’s typical of all of us.

Almost three full pages later and your typical father still hasn’t moved from his spot on the couch. Sometimes, he’s really glued to that thing, or so your typical mother often complains, especially when he can’t be bothered to come to the kitchen to mince the garlic. He has his glasses on, he’s really into whatever words are coming at him from his phone screen, and he’ll leave home later today to go to a lunch party, never knowing all these feelings, all these surprisingly coherent thoughts that are rushing onto paper. He’s content, because he knows that no matter what he says, no matter how heavily he fumbles his duties as the first man to love and care for you, he’ll always be your typical father.

-nothing follows-

[automatismoateo]

I'm tired of staying quiet via /r/atheism

I'm tired of staying quiet

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Tl;dr: We need to stop being passive, and start calling religious people out on being horrible human beings.

So, for many different reasons, I am a member of the US Military. Mostly, it's due to personal reasons. Now, I definitely don't live and die military. Or white and blue, for that matter.

If you are not aware of it, the military tries to accept and protect all religions or lack thereof, but it is inherently Christian. Most chaplains you meet are Christians or were raised Christians. A lot of upper leadership, you guessed it, are Christians, because they're old and that's how they grew up.

This isn't inherently an issue, but it can be, especially if left uncontrolled.

Now, this post isn't just about the military aspect of it. In fact, I am making this post to hopefully help you build some courage to stand up for others, even at the cost of your own comfort. Keep it in mind, however, that there are many layers to this post, so I understand you may disagree with some of my points.

Now, to the story:

My immediate shop "leader" is a Christian, with a big C. He loves and dies Jesus, and goes to Church every Sunday. To no one's surprise, he is also extremely conservative. Loves guns, loves big T, big DeS, loves his submissive wife, loves low corporate taxes, loves poor people, loves the uneducated, loves people without melanin on their skin, hates homeless veterans, the whole thing.

In the past, he has gotten in trouble for saying the big no-nos out loud: Being openly racist, homophobic, antisemitic, etc.. He shut his mouth for a little while, but like any other true Christian, he felt like he can't be silenced and his true colors just NEED to show. He's now back to saying anything that's on his mind, as long as he feels like he's with his safe group. Sometimes he lets it slip, though.

Being in the Military, we are obviously known to curse a lot. We curse, we say stupid shit, we talk about controversial topics, etc.. It's all obviously unprofessional, but they can't fire us, so who cares, right? On the flip side, since they can't fire you, some people think they can just openly be the same shitty fucking person they are at home, at work.

If that happens, there are one of two things we usually do when this comes from those above us. 1) Shut up and pretend to be on their side so we don't get fucked over or 2) Report the actions to the inspector general (not to management, because they'll likely just slap them on the wrist and tell them to not do it again). The problem is, the IG isn't as helpful as you'd think, because mission takes precedence a lot of times.

So you're essentially left with option #1, since you don't want to be any more miserable at work than you already are.

Except that, you know, this shit has been going too far for far too long.

Not just in the Military, but outside even. For too long, these Christians have been allowed to roam the country and spout the most racist and homophobic shit with no consequences because they know no one will do anything. They'll take your freedom because it doesn't align with their vision of what freedom is. They'll take away your books because it makes them look bad. They'll take your children from you, because you are in love with the wrong person.

For too long, they have been allowed in positions of power, making the lives of anyone with opposing views miserable.

So, for my own mental health, I have decided I need to speak up, even if it'll get me in trouble. At work, I have started calling my superior out on his bullshit Christian values in front of others. Any comment he makes that is out of line, I'll tell him how "that's not very Christian of you." Hates homeless veterans? "Wow, what would God say about helping others?" "Loves that Mexicans are being shipped to Brandon's house?" Yep, what good morals you have!

Once in a while, he'll feign ignorance and ask me what I mean. I grew up Catholic, so I'll tell him that I don't remember being taught to be so ignorant, so selfish, and just overall a bad person.

Overall, I am just trying to make people realize how fucking disgusting he is. For a long time, I used to think that "whatever bad values you have, just leave them at home." I have come to realize that is wrong, too. No, don't leave that shit at home. Don't go home to beat your wife because she didn't make dinner, or your kids because they talked back. That is exactly what this country has done for the last few decades, and it has all come to bite us in the ass.

For too long we have kept quiet. We have let people pass on these horrible traits to their children. Their children grew up thinking that diversity is bad, that God is the only thing that matters and any opposition is inherently wrong. They grew up being told that a woman's place is in the kitchen, that black people are inferior, that poor people don't deserve to be helped. They grew up knowing only Christian hatred, and they're becoming loud once again.

Here is how I see it: the people who are supposed to be there to help you, guide you, bring you the "love of God," are the most judgemental, pieces of shit human beings I have ever met. They'd rather let you rot in misery before helping you. I'm not talking about giving you money in the time of need, or a bed during a cold night out. I'm talking about helping society become better for everyone, not just the people they deem worthy.

They will tell you in your face that rape is justified, that only their definition of love is what matters, that kids deserve to die of cancer because "God works in mysterious ways." They'll spit you in the face and tell you it's your fault. They'll do this with no remorse, because they know that on Sunday someone will tell them that they did God's work.

These people have roamed free of consequences for far too long, and they've gotten too comfortable. They deserve to know when they're out of line, and we clearly we need to remind them of it.

Please, do your neighbor, your friend, your family member, and do society a favor: don't stay quiet anymore. Don't expect to change these people minds, but let's aim to influence those arounds us.

Let's be the change that needs to be made, one voice at a time.

Submitted March 05, 2023 at 06:25PM by religionequashatred (From Reddit https://ift.tt/K7UAnos)

[skepticalarrie]

Hiiii Allie

You need to watch this video, I almost cry it's the perfect description of louis, and it's very emotional💗

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMLWYn1Nf/

x Oh my god. I don't remember ever seeing this article and it's just... wow. It's beautiful, it's perfect. And the fact it was written seven years ago and how it relates to everything he went through after that and who he is now, his songs now, the artist he is. I'm glad we get to see him for who he truly is.

Here's the article:

When bravery meets love: Louis Tomlinson

Louis Tomlinson is like a coin with love and bravery as its two sides, two elements perfectly combined to create a human being with a heart of gold and a voice itching to be let free. He’s like a violin string waiting to be touched, to release in the air the most beautiful sounds. This is the Louis Tomlinson that lots of people will never see, the Louis hidden behind a wall made of lies and falsehoods, the Louis separated from us by a layer of dirt waiting to be scraped. Behind this wall of fake smiles stays an hidden treasure, so shining and precious that even imagining it could be difficult.

Louis Tomlinson was only eighteen years old when he found himself stuck in a world of lies, too evil for the blue-eyed boy, but he didn’t hesitate to be part of it, because it meant taking care of his beloved ones. Louis Tomlinson is the boy that for love found himself holding the hand of a girl in front of everyone and lying in front of cameras again and again. This is Louis Tomlinson. Not the rude kid who flips off the paps, but the brave guy, the brave man, who has been forced to do horrible things. And if he agreed to such terms, he did it for love.

Louis Tomlinson is bravery. He is the courage of always fighting back. Because Louis does fight back. He does it with ambiguous words, with his songs, songs that tell a story which can only be sung.

Louis Tomlinson is a flower that, despite having been walked over many times, hasn’t lost the colours of its petals. But there was a time that fans don’t like remembering, when Louis was almost skin and bones and his smiles were rare. When he was always silent on stage and the fans started worrying that maybe those wickednesses he had to bear could have destroyed his light forever. And when we were all wondering where he could find the strength to go on, Louis replied. He answered us with a song which is one of the most beautiful declaration of love of all times: love makes him strong. Love makes him brave.

This is why I get angry when I hear certain comments about Louis, comments of who is still in front of that wall, of who didn’t get past it. If you believe that Louis, with his beautiful heart and his beautiful mind, is a homophobic, or that he knocked up a random girl, then you didn’t understand anything. You let the media corrupt you.

So, Louis, if you’re reading this, here’s my message: I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for what you’ve been through. I’m sorry that you had to change, that they made you control even the most insignificant gesture. I’m sorry that you can’t be yourself in public, that they made you think there’s something wrong with who you are. I’m sorry for the image they made for you. I’m sorry, because if I search your name on Google, the first results are about you clubbing with random girls and not about your charity events. I’m sorry because that’s not you.

But I also want to thank you. Thank you for your courage, for always fighting back. I’m sure you’ll find your freedom soon. Your beautiful soul is itching for it, and we’re itching too. The world is waiting to go past that wall of lies, to see that hidden treasure.

[degloved]

Boy Do I Fucking Ever (everyone get compfy)

strahm is one of those little meow meows characters that a part of me wishes had lived longer if only for the opportunity of gaining a better insight into their psyche. as it is, i can only work with the precious few little things we've been given (and, i guess, some personal headcanons) - but even those little morsels of info have me insane, so i guess it was sufficient

where to start. i love his self-awareness. i think that's one of the more interesting facets of this man. he is... he's the stereotype of a cop, a bit of caricature of one, if i'm being honest - he struts around like a million bucks, doesn't shy away from using aggression as he sees fit, doesn't give a fuck about protocol, becomes... so deeply obsessed with the case that it drives him a bit mad - and yet he's self aware. we know he's self aware primarily because one little scene, one little scene that loops around my head like a broken record: when, prior to one of the jill interrogation rounds, he unloads his gun and hands the bullets over to perez - because he Knows he's gonna wave that thing like a maniac, he knows he's gonna lose his cool, he knows he's gonna resort to aggression, like he always does. and it's the fact that he Knows that makes me lose my mind a lil in turn. it's the way he understands that his ways aren't exactly ideal, but he won't change. i love characters who won't change, be it out of stubbornness or something else. strahm is digging his heels in, he's content playing the aggressive cop until hell freezes over, he's perfectly happy in this role and will not budge - but all the same, safety first <3. it's so. i'd even go so far as to call it a gentle cognitive dissonance, maybe even some type of compartmentalization

(is he aggressive, though? maybe. maybe not. we don't know enough about him to say with certainty, but it could go either way. maybe he's really not all that much of a hothead, maybe he wants to make himself out to be worse than he actually is. maybe he's trying to uphold a certain image. maybe he thinks it's the only thing he's good at. maybe he's been putting up the act for so long that it really just Is who he is rn. or maybe he really just is a man with a horrendously bad temper, with his fists out 24/7 who likes to yell and enjoys chasing fear into his suspects. was he born being 'cop material' or did he fashion himself into 'cop material'? we'll never know! but the possibilities are endless!)

and also, i just think he's gay. this is in the headcanon territory obviously, as sexualities tend to be, but i think it just fits perfectly. i was acc talking to a friend about this just the other night - i don't think strahm is repressed or even has internalized hemophobia or whatever else (which i see sometimes in the fandom), i just think he's the sort of dude that doesn't think love is in the cards for him? blame it on a homophobic environment growing up, blame it on his (self) awareness of his own tough exterior and unlikable personality, or whatever else, i think he just very early on came to terms w the fact that his future isn't gonna boil down to 2.5 kids and a picket fence. so he went the easy route, married het to please his parents, buried himself in his work, lived the Cop Life with all his being, became an agent. had his ass divorced from due to this whirlwind affair with the fbi, you know how it is. played up the Bad Cop act until it sort of became a part of his being, until he could no longer shed that second skin & he embodied the concept. kept everyone at an arm's length because, hadn't he decided at the ripe age of 20 that love wasn't for him? of course he must stubbornly cling to the concept. he's too old to change. fuck it, it's not just romantic love - friends too. the fact that perez got as close as she did is a wonder

enter hoffman. need i say anything more. for the first time in strahm's life, he Doesn't Know How To Fucking Act. but also maybe for the first time in his life, because he's almost 50 and too old for this shit damn it, he just Lets It Happen. yeah he has exactly zero experience and no one has ever really liked him for who he is (or isn't), this could end soooo badly and he could fuck it up Horrendously, but he might as well. what if he does fuck up anyway? it's fucking hoffman, who cares if he fucks up. it's fucking hoffman, whatever they have is so far removed from normal anyway that no dating experience in the world could help him navigate this. and it works. somehow it works. "works", i should say. you know??

this got soooo out of hand jesus christ xx

sawlerinas (saw tumblrinas) i am genuinely on the verge of claiming saw v is my favorite saw. like. like i cannot keep lying to myself

[thedelusionreaderbitch]

Regulus Black x fem! potter! Reader - Astronomy Tower (Soulmate au) Part 1/2

A/n: I changed some of the things that happened, deal with it okay? I also am finished part 2 Ima just wait to post it because I'm evil

Warnings: Death, deatheater mentions, swearing, I think that's it? You have been warned!

Summary: Regulus Black did not expect to wake up like this

(Pronouns used: she/her)

Part 2/2

I do NOT support J. K. Rowling, or any transphobic/homophobic things she says (or anything she says really), or TERFS!

Regulus Black did not expect to wake up like this.

Everything was red and blazing, the water was sloshing around him and the pain- oh the pain then... then... Darkness.

So, how the fuck did he end up in his mothers and father house?

"What the-" He starts to stand up looking around the room for some... clue. God forbid Walburga find him here though, that was the last thing he wanted. So he tried to make as little noise as possible.

Apparently, it wasn't enough because the door flew open the reveal a girl with blazing y/e/c orbs, and a horrified look on her face.

With the flick of her wrist he was flown back making contact with the wall and hitting it hard as he struggles against the magic that seems to have a firm hold on him.

In a split second her wand his pressed up against his throat and the look in her eyes makes her look dangerous. And he had been around some very dangerous people but he had never been more enticed and terrified in his life.

"Who are you deatheater." She grits out.

"What do you mean?"

The eighteen year old girl presses her wand farther into his throat.

"I can see your dark mark you can't hide from me!"

Ah, he had forgotten his mother had forced him to get that lovely tattoo.

"Ya, you might find that Voldemort isn't very found of me-" She gives him a look and he basically just stops talking in general. "Regulus Arcturus Black." He mutters out instead.

That must've not been the answer that she thought she was going to get because he's dropped to the floor and she takes a step backward.

"That's not possible, you died!"

"Obviously not." He sarcastically responds groaning a bit as he stands up.

The witch just shakes her head. "No you don't get it; I'm Y/n Potter."

Regulus gives her a weird look as if saying he doesn't believe her.

"James Potter doesn't have a sister! Or, at least I thought he didn't..."

"No, no, no. I'm Y/n Lily Potter."

Regulus freezes. "What?" He whispers.

"Regulus," She says gently, taking a few steps forward so that he can't look anywhere but her eyes.

"It's 1995, it's been nearly twenty years."

___________________________

When Y/n had seen the words written on her skin she knew she was screwed.

The delicate writing had been in scripted on the soft spot on her wrist; Regulus Arcturus Black, it was the name of someone who was long gone. At least because she was a witch she could just touch the spot on her right wrist and it would shorten to R.A.B.

Y/n didn't particularly care that her soulmate was well- Dead. Really, she didn't have time for it to sadden her, she had her younger brother a bright, reckless, Gryffindor ready for any adventure, to take care of.

There were sometimes when the moon was high in the sky and the sun was long gone. The times where she couldn't sleep, laying wide awake in her bed. In those times she would get up to go to the astronomy tower and she would gaze upon the constellations - Leo, in particular was one of her favorites. Then she would softly touch her wrist letting the real name unfold upon her skin.

Regulus Arcturus Black

It was the only time where she let herself think about her soulmate in a way that wasn't... Negative, she would let herself be sorrowful about the time she would never have with her other-half yet some sort of happiness. Of true, pure happiness would spread through the pain, it was bitter sweet but it was there.

So Y/n Potter was certainly surprised to find her long thought dead soulmate in front of her. Even if he wasn't dead, he should have at least been 40, not 18.

"I should have drowned in that lake."

Regulus mutters while rubbing his hands over his face.

After Y/n had pointed her wand at his throat and his true identity was revealed they had had some proper introductions over the last few days just waiting for the order and her brother to come back for winter break. Hell, they hadn't even thought about what would happen when Sirius found out Regulus was alive. That Merlin, he was with Remus.

Yet in that time period the two of them were getting closer, they had been both aware that the other were their soulmate and had both agreed that nothing would happen. Nevertheless even they couldn't pull away from each and had finally decided that they should stop trying to be stupid gits and love each other now that they had the chance.

Although there was one question that still plagued both of their minds.

'How the fuck was Regulus even here.'

"Maybe you did?"

He looks over to her sharply. "I'm not sure I follow."

Y/n bites her lip in concentration trying to find the best way to describe this.

"Love, please don't hurt yourself."

Immediately she stops, yet she also seems to know what she wants to say as well.

"So you know how my mum sacrificed herself to save Harry?"

"Yes, and I know how they locked you in the cabinet and put a silencing charm on you."

"No, no. That's not what I'm getting at. When Lil- my mum sacrificed herself it put a protective shield on Harry blocking the killing curse. Something that no wizard or witch, no matter how powerful can't block. What happens if it's something similar to that?"

Regulus appears to understand and starts to nod along to what she's saying.

"So somehow with the power of love, I was... Resurrected?"

She shrugs her shoulders. "Perhaps."

_____________________

It was May 2, 1998 and Y/n Lily Potter was announced dead.

None of the order members had known about Regulus, you had both decided that it was better that way. So that very same year that they had met each other they had bought a flat for both to live in. Yet with the fatal battle that took her life all was revealed.

"Why would Y/n tell us to go to her flat?" Hermione asks Sirius, and Remus in a rather hushed tone as to not disturb Harry who she didn't want to upset.

"I have no idea." Sirius whispers for the both of them as Harry, Ron, Hermione, Remus, and Sirius step into the flat.

"Why are you in my house!" A man comes with light raven hair and grey eyes with a white button up shirt rolled up to his elbows comes into view.

Before Remus and Sirius can even voice their shock at seeing the younger Black Harry pulls out his wand and narrows his eyes menacingly at the man.

"Why are you in my sister's house!"

The man seems to flatter and he looks away from them all.

"So she is dead."

Harry wanted to scream, yes his sister was dead. He may have defeated Voldemort but he would have let him live if his sister could have.

Yet before he goes to say something he notices the name on the man's right wrist.

Y/n Lily Potter

"You're her soulmate?"

The other two older men finally speak up.

"How are you alive?"

The three young adults give confused glances at the two older men.

"What do you me-"

"I'm Regulus Black his," Regulus points towards Sirius. "Brother."

He just sighs and motions for them to come sit.

This was going to be a long talk.

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-thedelusionreaderbitch

Hp Taglist: @regulusblackswhorecrux

[thatfanficstuff]

So, while I absolutely adore everything that you write, some of my favorite favorites are the poly things. Especially the Wanda X Reader x Bucky... Could I possibly get something cute with that coupling because I've never seen it before your blog and now I live for it 🥰💖

Thank you friend! Here's a little drabble for you.

Conversation

Warning: deals with putting a homophobic bitch in her place, so yeah

Grouping: Winterwitch x Reader

You hated these events. Some fancy dinner that required dresses and dancing and being polite to the assholes that donated lots of money to charity for an evening with the Avengers. Tony was always signing all of you up for this shit.

You’d been hovering at the edges of the crowd since the event began and were more than ready to head home. Normally Bucky would be right there with you, but he’d been on a mission for the last two weeks. A soft bump to your side had your lips curving into a smile. “Hello, little witch,” you greeted without glancing at your girlfriend.

“Hello, love,” Wanda’s sweet accented voice answered. “How are you holding up?”

You sighed. “Fine.” She didn’t like these events any more than you did but was better about circulating so you tried not to complain.

She gave a soft laugh, the sound making your heart race a bit just as it did the first time you heard it. Her fingers laced with yours as she took your hand and leaned her head against your arm. A smile curved your lips before you could stop it.

“Come on. Let’s get you something to drink.” You led her to the bar and ordered for both of you.

As you waited, you turned her so her back was to your front and wrapped your arms around her waist. You pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder and heard someone scoff nearby. You arched a brow and glanced over to find an old woman with pinched features standing a few feet away glaring at the two of you.

You huffed a laugh and placed your mouth against Wanda’s ear. “We have an audience, my sweet.” She shivered at the feel of your breath against her skin and grasped your arms. You grinned against her skin as you ran kisses up the line of her throat.

“That’s disgusting,” the old woman. “You should be ashamed.”

You rolled your eyes and laced your fingers back with Wanda’s as you turned to get your drink from the bar. She pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips and you took the opportunity to deepen it however briefly. You had to maintain at least a little decorum after all.

“Go home. No one wants to see this depravity,” the woman said again, using up the little patience you had left.

You turned to tell her off but stopped when Bucky came to stand beside her, arms crossed over his chest as he looked you and Wanda over from top to bottom. He grinned when he met your eyes. You squeezed your girlfriend’s hand and she looked at you before following your line of sight. A brilliant smile covered her face and you had to hold her in place. As much as you wanted to greet your boyfriend, you wanted to see what he was up to first.

“It’s really something, isn’t it? The things people get up to in public,” Buck said to the woman next to him as if he was in complete agreement with her idiocy.

She smiled as she turned to him, obviously happy to find someone of the same mindset. “Frankly, they wouldn’t be getting up to it in private either if I had my way.”

Bucky pursed his lips and rocked back on his heels. “Really? I don’t know. It really does something for me.”

The bitch snorted. “What? Seeing two women kiss? Figures.”

“No. Seeing my girlfriends in love with each other.”

She paled and her mouth dropped open a bit before she pulled herself together. “Girlfriends?”

He grinned again and winked at the two of you. “Yeah, both of them at the same time. You wouldn’t believe what we can get up to.”

At that you lost it and burst into laughter, Wanda following along. The two of you moved into his arms as he opened them for you. You snuggled into his sides as he held you close. “Missed you,” he said as he kissed the top of your heads.

As if you’d planned it, you kissed his cheeks in unison. “Missed you too, baby,” you whispered against his skin.

He glanced around and pouted. “I think we lost our audience. Shame, I was so enjoying the conversation.”

[nonpracticinghumanbeing]

(Hey, guess which terrible little ball of anger I'm writing about yet again. Also, this is basically therapy for me. So tw for mental health issues, past trauma and a lot of self-loathing I guess? Lol.)

I write A LOT about Izzy. Both here and on Facebook. And I have very strong opinions about him, which causes really violent reactions from some people (including being called an abuse apologist for merely pointing out that he believed he was doing the right thing when he made a deal with Badminton and one person actually comparing him to a certain genocidal Austrian painter). I really DO understand why people hate him, he's a terrible abusive man and for many viewers his behaviour may be triggering. That's absolutely valid.

But. The more I think about it the more I understand why he's so important to me. And not just because we're both sad little masochistic boys, even though I don't think I'll ever get over getting proper representation when it comes to kink being an integral part of my identity. I also see something of myself in how terribly broken he is. As someone whose parents' treatment made them struggle with anxiety their whole adult life, I really sympathise with him even though I do realise he's a truly awful man.

You see, when you've been conditioned to believe there's something inherently wrong with you, it really changes you. You learn to hide who you really are and you create a person you present to the outside world that you only claim is you. You wear that as an armour meant to protect you from the world. You believe no one would ever accept the real you, so you spend all your energy on pretending to be what you think is acceptable. You learn not to talk about how you feel, because you can't risk exposing yourself. You take everything that hurts, lock it in a box, put that box under your bed, and throw away the key.

When every single day is a struggle, you become hyperfocused on staying alive in a hostile world. You have neither time nor energy for anything else when you're fighting for survival. Things like love or happiness are for other people, you can't pay them any mind 'cause if you slip up it may actually kill you.

So you find whatever it is that lets you get by and you cling to it for dear life, because your life may literally depend on it. (I have my routines that keep me stable, he has his lager-than-life legend of a captain who makes him feel safe.) And you become pathologically protective of it. If anyone threatens your source of stability, you put everything you have into making them go away, because however unhealthy your way of life is, you can't even imagine an alternative.

Years pass and nothing changes in your life, because you can't afford to let it change. You see people around you thrive and live their best lives and you just don't know how to do that. So you become angry, and you become frustrated, and you become violent. And sometimes you are violent towards those around you and sometimes you are violent towards yourself. And you come to hate your life, but at the same time you're too scared to do anything about it.

And then - if you take a second to stop and think, something I've been lucky enough to finally manage and that Izzy desperately needs - one day you realise just how hopeless it really is. That surviving is not living. That the armour you've been wearing all those years has long since become your skin and you don't know how to be yourself. And that if you want to start making things better you need to pull that old box from under the bed and deal with what's inside. And that is TERRIFYING, and it hurts like hell, which is why many people choose not to do it their entire lives.

So. What I wanna say is that I think I understand what he's going through. Yes, he's an abuser and a homophobe, and a racist. But I don't think he's inherently evil. As @internerdionality once wrote, both him and Ed are abusive because they are afraid and not because they take pleasure in hurting people. That doesn't make it alright by any means, but it makes me want to see Izzy get a redemption arc. Con saying that Izzy wants to be better but doesn't know how was like getting fucking stabbed for me, because that literally was me for years and years before I managed to get myself even a little bit together. That along with Daddy Jenkins' way of smashing cliches makes me want to believe he can get a happy ending. Because yes, I take this personally.