#been on constant alert leaving the house lately

[soulmvtes]

hope everyone is staying safe rn w all the riots going on <3 it's so so crazy to be fearing for my safety and sharing advice on being vigilant to fellow poc/muslims rn

[draconic-desire]

🔹 Oculus Infinitum 🔹

Yandere Satoru Gojo x Reader

He’s infinity; in comparison, you’re nothing. So of course using your cursed technique on him backfires.

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI! Yandere behavior, unhealthy relationship, implied kidnapping, forced imprisonment, nsfw, non-con/dub-con, afab!reader, slight mindbreak

Infinity is often interpreted as the largest numerical magnitude to exist. And while that fact may be true in theory, infinity is better defined as the endless division of infinitesimally smaller and smaller values. One can be separated into half, half to a quarter, and so on, until the space between fractions almost ceases to exist.

Almost.

Gojo is a lot like infinity. Blame it on his technique, sure, but you suspect it runs much deeper than that. His actions never reach an end; instead, each one sinks further and further into your skin, fangs so small you barely feel them until it’s too late and the venom irreversibly invades your veins. He’s chipped away at you, piece by little piece, until you are the opposite of infinity; you are nothing.

On a surface level, most would say you have it pretty good. You (are trapped in) live in a huge home, filled with opulent furniture and all the luxuries you could ever want. You’re (expected to) allowed to cook meals for the two of you, including your favorite dishes. You still have (basic rights) privileges, such as free roam of the house, your own selection of clothes, access to the television and your phone (minus the ability to call or text, of course), even outdoor time with Satoru’s supervision. Why would you ever need to leave?

You had escaped, once.

Calling it an escape would be generous. Nothing ever happens without Gojo’s knowledge, without Gojo’s permission. How foolish you had been, to think you could evade his Six Eyes. Despite weeks of planning, he’d dragged you back home within the hour.

The chains hadn’t been removed for an entire month after that, and their lingering presence on each post of Satoru’s bed serves as a constant reminder that they’ll never rust.

Currently, you’re in the (not your, nothing is ever truly yours anymore) house’s lofty kitchen now, preparing dinner for his return home from work. Glancing up at the clock, you see it’s nearly time for him to arrive. You click the stovetop on and place a pot of water over the open flame, watching the blue fire flicker. Your thoughts immediately go to Gojo’s eyes, twin infernos of endless blue. Those eyes never seem to close, never seem to be too far from your own. They have the ability to lock you in place and throw away the key forever.

Moments later, the sound of the door opening and closing, along with the click of multiple locks, echoes from the hallway. Long, casual footsteps alert you to his presence behind you. His velvet voice, so languid and carefree, fans your ear as he settles his hands on your hips. “There’s my girl. Already making dinner for me?” He places a surprisingly chaste kiss to the top of your head. “Missed ya, baby.”

You add rice and a bit of salt and stir the pot in front of you in silence. When did you stop fighting him on that? On losing your full name to simple titles like girl and baby? The old you would have gagged at those pet names. The old you that kicked and bit the hand of your captor like a rabid animal, always fighting for freedom.

His grip tightens when you fail to immediately respond, though you hear him force a light tone to his voice. “What, curse got your tongue?”

Tension immediately floods your muscles. Gojo is a vain man; your silence maims his huge ego, something the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer will not stand for. You must react. “No, Gojo. I was just lost in thought, is all.”

You worry your lip when the quiet drags on. “I-I’m sorry?”

Gojo barks out a laugh, but his smile is strained and all fangs. “Back to Gojo again, huh?”

A mistake you notice too late. The spoon falls from your grip as you turn your head slowly. He’s still wearing his blindfold, but you know those infinite abyssal eyes are currently boring into your soul, daring you to speak. “Ah, no! Satoru, I mean—”

“Shh, baby. I get it.��� His hands move to your shoulders, which he begins to massage. “Is it because you’re mad at me for neglecting you?”

To an outsider it may sound like he’s teasing, but you know all too well the creep of annoyance laced into his deepened, husky tone. “Or are you just being a brat?”

Swallowing, you place a hand on his toned forearm in an attempt to calm him. You feel him practically melt into the touch. “Truly, ‘Toru, I’m fine.” Your honeyed tone makes you sick, but you’ve learned it can subtly manipulate your captor in the right setting, usually this domestic fantasy world of his. “You’ve been so busy with work, and my mind has just been wandering. Why don’t you go sit while I finish up with the food?”

He hums absentmindedly, fingers swirling patterns across your abdomen. “I have a better idea…” Hot breath caresses your ear, eliciting a shiver. “Let me make it up to you.”

A deft hand snakes its way down the back of your bare thigh, barely ghosting across your skin. You can feel him, solid as a rock, yet you know there will always be space between you. He can touch you, but you’re powerless to do the same.

Just like in everything else, you can’t hold a candle to him. Your cursed energy is inconsequential, a tiny spark against his infinitive well of power.

Talk of your innate cursed ability is a topic you actively choose to avoid. Your technique, when activated, allows you to briefly control the thoughts and consequent actions of a single individual—but only after you’ve kissed them. And it often backfires tremendously, with the kiss causing overwhelming feelings of obsession or insanity in the receiver. From more than enough uses you’ve learned to see it as more of a curse in and of itself, and one you prefer to keep hidden.

Especially from the man behind you. Gojo—Satoru, you correct yourself—has enough twisted love that you wouldn’t dare try to possess his thoughts. The mere idea makes your throat tighten with panic.

Satoru’s technique, on the other hand, causes every nerve ending along your skin to explode as his hand falls beneath your skirt and skate across your barely clothed core.

“Been thinking about this all day,” he groans. “Are you wet for me, baby?” Before you can respond, Satoru easily moves your panties aside and spears you with his middle and ring fingers.

The invasion makes you jolt instantly. An involuntary gasp leaves you as he presses deeper, his fingers sheathed to the knuckle. You hate how your walls immediately tighten around him, slick with your arousal. No, you don’t want this, but Gojo gives you no choice in the matter but to practically ride his hand as he lifts your skirt with his other hand to get a better view.

“I’ll never get tired of this.” His thumb passes over your clit, pulling yet another shameful moan from your lips. Your tense demeanor only causes your pussy to accidentally squeeze him tighter, spurring him on. You try to pull your thighs together, but Satoru wrenches them apart easily with his other hand. “Oh, no, none of that. This pussy is mine.”

You squirm, grasping for something to get you out of this mess. “Satoru, stop, the food will burn—”

“Forget it,” he commands, ripping your skirt off. “We’ll order takeout after.”

Your heart drops. “After…?”

“Aw, you thought I’d stop here?” His condescension floods your ears. “No, babe, I’m only just getting started with you.”

His persistence, like infinity, has no end.

Without warning, Satoru removes his fingers from your core and swings you over his shoulder, smacking your bare ass and wrenching a yelp from you. You blanch when you realize he’s carrying you to the bedroom.

“Wait, Satoru—!”

You are unceremoniously thrown onto the bed, said white-haired sorcerer towering above you. He pounces immediately, locking your limbs in place. Satoru must see the fear, the readiness to engage in fight or flight, across your face, because he brushes a tender hand across your cheek to wipe away a tear you didn’t realize had fallen.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared,” he teases, but it somehow sounds like a threat. His fingers, still coated with your arousal, hook around your thong and slide it down your legs. “You’re acting like this is our first time or somethin'.”

Oh, it was far from the first time that he had touched you or been inside of you. But something about today, about this time, sends fear skittering across your whole being. Perhaps it’s all the reminiscence lately, or the fact that your thoughts drifted to your innate technique for the first time in weeks. Panic sinks its claws into you.

Breath ragged, heart pounding, you grab his face in both hands and react without thinking; for the first time since he kidnapped you, you willingly kiss Satoru Gojo and activate your technique.

Satoru immediately reacts, deepening the kiss and pressing you more firmly into the mattress until you feel as if you’re nearly suffocating.

Release me, you project into his mind, threading a hand through his white locks and squeezing hard.

The world suddenly goes very, very still.

Satoru freezes. Slowly, painfully, he parts his lips from your own and straightens his arms against the mattress to hover above you once more. His breath comes out in jagged huffs. The only sound that remains is the unending tick, tick, tick of the clock on the wall, bringing you closer to your doom.

For a second, you almost believe your technique worked.

That is, until he quickly sheds his blindfold, and you are meet with those stunning, terrifying, brilliant, paralyzing blues. He whispers your name with a foreign stillness that chills your bones to ice. “Do you…have a cursed technique?”

What an idiot you are to have thought you could sneak past Satoru Gojo’s barriers and Six Eyes. You can’t touch his physical form; why would his mind be any different?

It takes all of your willpower to withhold the panicked, hysterical laugh threatening to escape you. “Look, I can explain—”

Satoru leans back on his knees, one hand carding through his hair as he looks up to the ceiling. “God, babe, I knew you could see curses and harbored cursed energy, but here you go surprising me!” He laughs, a gleeful chuckle that has you reeling.

“You’re not…mad?” you dare to ask, inching your knees towards your chest. Maybe your technique failed, but you can still buy some time and get into a safer position.

Satoru gazes down at you, head tilted and a full grin on his lips. “Mad? Baby, why would I be upset when for the first time in our relationship, you were the one seducing me?”

Oh, no. No no no no no.

Grabbing your ankle, he drags you back to a supine position, your pussy on full display for him. He licks his lips at the sight. “Plus, you trying to get inside my head was cute and all. Weak, but you gave it your best!” He laughs again, and you realize that he never took you seriously, not even for a second.

The thought should enrage you—it would have infuriated the old you—but all you can manage now is a low whine as his hands go for his belt.

Satoru pulls himself free, his already hard cock pulsing in anticipation. Precum beads at the tip as he lines himself up with your entrance. “What was it you asked me for? Release, right?”

Your eyes bulge at his implication. “Wait, Satoru, I didn’t mean—!”

You barely have time to react as he buries himself in you completely. A choked sob bubbles up your throat as you breath through the stretch of him.

Satoru moans in ecstasy as he begins a steady pace, thrusting mercilessly into that squishy spot deep inside your core that has you seeing stars.

“Kiss me again.” It’s light and breathless, but it’s an order, not a request. Fear makes you comply immediately, though your kiss is a hesitant, timid thing compared to your earlier attempt to sway him.

He’s having none of that. No, Satoru had a taste of your affection, and now he’ll tolerate nothing less than your full reciprocation. If only you could truly peer into his mind and see that no amount of your cursed energy would change him; your being was already permanently imprinted on his brain. You were his perfect doll, held in the palm of his hand.

Nails rake down his back as you arch against the mattress. Every time he thrusts, he grinds against your clit, and you feel yourself chasing your finish. You hate this, you want it to stop, but you can’t help—

“Please, Satoru,” you plead without thinking, meeting his limitless eyes. You feel yourself drowning in them, a blue sky that never ceases.

For a split second, his rhythm hesitates. “…Say that again,” he whispers, almost reverently. “Beg for me.”

You’re not quite sure what you’re asking for. “P-please, I can’t take it anymore, please let me—!”

“Choose your next word carefully,” he warns, voice shifting to a low growl as his hand moves to your throat, adding ever so much pressure.

Tears streak your vision. The embarrassment of your technique failing and the lewd position he has you in all crash down upon you, and another piece of you breaks. “Please let me cum,” you concede.

To your dismay, his pace slows, and you cry out in protest as your orgasm fades. “I just need you to do one more thing for me, baby.” He leans into your neck, nipping and sucking at all your sensitive spots, torturing you even further. “Tell me you love me.”

Alarms should be blazing through your head, but the fog of your arousal clouds your judgement as you seek your climax.

That piece of your soul he took shatters into a million shards as you whisper, “I love you, Satoru.”

The two of you shatter simultaneously. You register all too late the warmth invading your core as Satoru pumps his cum deep inside you.

He’s never come in you before.

Your name is murmured over and over like a prayer against your neck—or maybe it’s a curse. You jolt in overstimulation when he pulls out and bends down to place a kiss against your puffy folds. “So good for me, baby. This perfect pussy belongs to me.”

He kisses you a final time, long and slow. When he pulls away, a languid smile sweeps across his features. “You’re all mine, (Y/n). Even your mind.”

With the use of your innate technique, you’ve dug your own grave for good. Satoru will never let you go now.

After all, infinity is indivisible.

[funniestpersonalivefr]

couldn't leave you

wesker lives after the events of resident evil five but returns to find you mourning his death. mentions of character death and the grief that comes with that. not proofread, credit to image owner.

it felt like a scene from a movie. the day was cloudy and grey, providing the perfect atmosphere as you watched the empty coffin lower into the ground. tears fell from your eyes from behind the black veil you wore. your husband was dead.

the dirt was placed over the coffin, it was empty but it still brought pain to your heart. they hadn't even succeeded in finding a body to bring you closure. you didn't want to believe it but after the days passing turned into weeks and then into months the possibility of his death seemed more and more likely.

it was impossible for your mind to believe that albert wesker, the god of a man he was, could've died. his mortality never seemed to be a real factor in his life, you could've sworn he'd live forever.

the tombstone stated back at you, almost taunting you as you continued to read it over and over again.

in memory of albert wesker, a loving husband.

it felt official, he was gone. you couldn't help the tears that slipped from your face as you walked away from the grave as you went back to your car. almost as if the world around you knew how solemn of an occasion this was, the dark clouds began to let rain fall. it felt as though the sky was crying with you.

as you sat in the car, collecting yourself and wiping what tears remained in your eyes. you looked around briefly, you could've sworn you saw him. you blinked and he was gone.

your brain has to be playing tricks on you.

little do you know your husband was standing in the cemetery as you drove away. he approached the grave with a sigh. part of him couldn't help but wonder if it would be better to let himself die. he'd free you from the constant worry and the target that had been placed on your back when you married him but deep down no matter how selfish it may seem, he couldn't leave you.

you had found yourself back in the house you once shared with the love of your life, specifically you were curled up in his study. the study was truly his, his smell still lingered from the countless hours he spent slaving away at his research.

"oh albert, i wish you were here," you mumble into the couch that sat in his study. you had spent the nights following the news of his supposed death sleeping in this very room.

you were already drifting off to sleep, the exhaustion from crying finally taking its toll on your body. the front door unlocked and your ears barely picked up on it but your body was sent into full alert.

did whoever killed wesker decide to get you next?

you searched his office looking for anything you could use to defend yourself, settling on the fire poker. you tried to think of all the self defense tips your late husband had given you but all you could do is cower in a hiding spot by the door, hoping to maybe get the upper hand.

heavy footsteps approach and you raise the fire poker, bracing yourself to attack the intruder. the door opens and you swing, eyes closed as you wait for the impact.

"it's good to see you too, dear," a familiar voice speaks out.

your eyes open wide and you stare at the man in front of you. it was your husband, it was albert wesker. he had blocked your makeshift weapon with ease and it quickly slipped from your hands.

"albert? i thought you were..." you say, getting choked up as emotions overwhelm you. the blonde man pulls you into a hug, his arms wrapping around you tight as you begin to sob into his chest.

"shhh, i know," is all he can say as he jaw clenches shut. he's fighting his own tears at this point and he refuses to let that side of him slip, not now at least. you pull back, cupping his face as you cry. a smile crosses your face as you stare at him.

"it's you, it's really you," your tone is filled with disbelief and you can't help but pull him into a kiss. the kiss is desperate as you try to cement in your mind that this is real.

he kisses you back before pulling away, taking in your disheveled state. the two of you spend the next few hours in each other's arms in moments filled with love after he explains all he can about what happened.

his body is marked with horrendous burns that have torn away at his skin, albert won't let you see them. they're covered under numerous layers of bandages and he'd hate to hurt you anymore. albert's head rests on your chest as you comb through his blonde hair. you pretend not to notice when tears start to slip from his red fiery eyes.

his body is mangled and burnt and he's afraid. albert wesker is afraid of you leaving him, his body isn't the work of art it was before yet here he is in your arms.

you hum to him softly as you comb through his hair, you'll never understand how he managed to survive but you continue to thank any higher power for bringing him back to you. his breathing slows and albert wesker manages to fall asleep in your arms.

[writingsonsaturn]

lucy taking care of sick reader!!!

lucy and r aren’t dating yet, but they aren’t just friends either. when r doesn’t come into work one day, and no one (besides grey) has heard from her, lucy goes straight to her house when she goes out on patrol. she stops in throughout the day after finding out that r is like beyond sick.

maybe a little scene where r lays her head in lucy’s lap and lucy run her hands through readers hairrrrrr oh my

lovesick - lucy chen

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🪐: im still trying to find my writing style, so hopefully this is okay and fits what you wanted!! <3

word count: 982

content warning: sickness (flu like), just fluff

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You woke up with a throbbing head and a clogged up nose. Originally, you thought you could power through it and suck it up long enough to finish a shift, but the moment you stood upright your world became disoriented. 

Doing your best to breath through the dizziness, you reached over for your phone to call into work. Grey practically pleaded with you to stay home when you mentioned you would come into work if you needed to, “you have more than enough sick days, use them and keep your ass out of my station.” You just sighed and agreed, saying your goodbyes when he wished you to get better soon.

Without much thought to it you passed back out on your warm comfy bed, hoping sleep would rid you of the constant pain your brain was forcing you to endure.

Lucy checked her watch when she got in, thinking maybe you were just late or had been caught in some early morning traffic. As the time ticked away she decided maybe it would be best to text you, and when she didn't get an answer her thoughts ran around her head like an athlete competing in a race that would determine if they go farther into their season. 

She opted to check in on you when she was out on patrol, getting into her squad car and making you her first check up of the day, praying to whatever could hear her that you were there and okay.

Pulling up to your apartment she felt a ping in her chest, she wasn’t sure why she was so worried about you. You guys weren't exactly a couple, but the others would argue that you two were basically already married, you both would laugh it off and call the team crazy, still continuing the narrative that you two were just ‘friends”. 

Lucy knew better than that though, she knew you were the first person she called when she was having a rough night and needed a warm bed to share with someone, you were the first she told about good news, you are the only person she truly, and deeply loved with every living and beating part of her body.

She grabbed the key you had given her for the nights she needed someone, after the Rosalind situation you forced her to promise you that no matter the time of night or day she would come over whenever she needed to. Lucy wouldn’t say she now abused the fact she had a key to your place, but it was used more than her own key to her apartment at this point.

“Y/n?” Lucy called out, she heard the faint sound of a groan coming from your bedroom, alerting her of your presents. “Hey, are you oka-” Her words were paused by the sight of you, your skin was shining with sweat and you were cramped in a fetal position. “My love, what happened?” she quickly came over to you touching your forehead, flinching at how warm it felt compared to her skin.

You only groaned and rolled over, “i really don't feel good luce.”

You tried your best to explain all your symptoms, but your scratchy throat only allowed for so much irritation before you were in a coughing fit. Lucy rubbed your back gently, doing her best to coax you through your attack, “Here let’s get you out of this stuffy room, and on the couch, yeah?” she encouraged. You nodded leisurely and threw your arm over her shoulder, allowing her to help you to your living room.

Quickly, Lucy put anything and everything you could possibly need besides the toilet in arms reach. “Before I leave, do you need absolutely anything else, babe?”  you only smiled at her with droopy eyelids, “No, but i wish you didn’t need to leave” you pouted at her causing her to smile. 

“Call me or text me if you need me, I'll be here in an instant.”

And then she was gone, you continued to pout until her next check up with you during lunch. “Okay, love, i brought you some chicken noodle soup and some cough syrup” she set the soup in front of you with cold water and a pre-measured cap of medicine. “Thank you, love” you croaked out, “You don’t have to thank me” she replied while helping you get in an upright position so you could comfortably eat your food and take the disgusting medicine.

“I'll be back after my shift, and remember to call-” “call you if i need anything, i know, honey.” you finished her sentence, she left you with a quick kiss on your forehead.

After eating and forcing yourself to down the medicine you fell back asleep, you woke up a handful of times with the constant tossing and turning, and being too hot or too cold. You finally decided you had slept enough and reached for the tv remote, aimlessly flipping through channels.

You heard the door click and a smile began to grow on your face, “sorry i'm late! Traffic has been just awful today” Lucy explained, taking her shoes off and sitting her to-go bag on the counter. “It’s okay hon.” you looked at her as she sat down. 

“How are you feeling?” Lucy asked you, as you laid your head down on her lap looking up at her, “I've certainly been better” you joked. 

She reached her soft fingers to rake through your hair, massaging your scalp, aiding the headache that had been attacking your head all day long. “Well i'm here now, darling” she looked down at you, soothingly rubbing your forehead, lulling you to sleep. 

She gave herself an imaginary pat on the back at getting you to sleep so quickly, making a mental note that maybe when you get better she’ll finally take you on a long awaited date.

[steviewashere]

It would've been so cool if during the scene when Steve hears Dustin "in the walls" of the Wheeler's house, he's the only one who could hear it.

Like he tries to tell the others that Dustin's there or his voice is there. But in reality, it's Steve being lured in by Vecna.

And Dustin's voice goes from normal talking to something panicked. A danger is lurking kind of panicked. And Steve's protective instincts kick in and he can't turn that part of him off. He's just stuck in fight mode for too long. Getting jumpy and putting himself in front of the others. Nancy, Robin, and Eddie think it's weird, but get more and more concerned the more that time passes and Steve is...panicked beyond belief, gasping and hiccuping at every sound, spinning in place, arms up and blocking, eyes wide and searching, silently listening and uncharacteristically serious. He gets to the point where all he can hear around him is the screaming for help from the party members. And the only thing that gets him resolved is a tape playing and somebody holding onto him, urging him to relax.

The moment he thinks it's safe to take his headphones off (because he thinks the screaming and the urgent voices have stopped) Vecna gets him in his hold. And oddly, the only way that gets Steve away from Vecna and back to regular Hawkins, is the genuine urgent pleading of his friends, begging for him to come back to them. To fight Vecna's control and to follow their voices. (Whereas before, the panicked words were coming from everywhere with no sign of stopping, no real instruction as to where the disembodied voices were coming from.)

Also, Steve would definitely offer himself as bait in the Creel house. Imagine he gets Vecna'd and the other person there with him is Robin. And he dies in his best friend's arms. But this time, Robin realizes his death is very real. She knows what holding a limp and bleeding and broken body is like. She knows what it's like being present for the death of Steve Harrington. And all she can think, besides the obvious that her best friend is dead, is that she didn't sign up for this. (But she'd do it all over again if it meant that Steve didn't die in the end.)

Obviously, he wouldn't die. But imagine the angst. Imagine him coming back to himself in the hospital. He comes back different, not wrong, but different. He's no longer playful. Doesn't want to talk. Always staring, unfocused and frightened. Doesn't even care that his key feature, his hair, has been shaved down from how unruly it got during his time in the hospital. He's a shadow of himself. Lingering in what Vecna inflicted onto him. Not placing himself as an outcast, constantly outside of the group. In fact, he's practically too intertwined with everybody. Too much in people's space. Fitting himself between gaps. Needing to be close. Needing to be alert. Barely sleeps. And if he does, it isn't for long, awoken by voices. Has to call everybody, hear their voices soft and natural. Doesn't seek out romantic relationships because he knows he won't be able to explain what happened to him. He's overprotective and awfully afraid. Can't sit in silences because he imagines his friend's screams.

And even when he dates Eddie (because I'm going to make this Steddie, bite me), he is content to just listen to Eddie ramble. On and on. Doesn't allow him to stop. Will ask questions if only to keep the silence at bay. Needs to be close in his sleep. Needs the constant touch and the constant affection. Needs to be reassured. Won't leave Robin's side either. At work or in social functions. She relies on him and he relies on her. They often have late night phone calls that stretch on for hours. Steve in his kitchen, hunched over the phone at his island, repeating over and over that he's alive and reasonably okay. And Robin on the other side, comforting him that everybody is safe and that she's not in danger and nobody is going to need him this late at night. Eddie getting out of bed to Steve slumped and asleep at the counter, phone still tight in his grip. Lugging him to the couch to sleep. Sitting nearby, on the floor or at Steve's feet. One hand on his ankle or his wrist or on his shaved scalp.

Just Steve growing dependent on everybody. Instead of them being dependent on him. And also being tremendously traumatized. And just...abnormal.

Anyway. Maybe I'll write this. If not, here's an idea lol.

[tu-sugar-mami]

Could a queer bitch possibly ask a solid?, remember the “heavily injured s/o” you did for Alcina …….

……but Donna

Holy cows, I'm sorry for being so late but work has had me on a chokehold 😩 I tried to make it a lil longer than Alcina's one for your reading pleasure and for your patience, so enjoy! 💖✨

Words: 1,910

Tags: Light angst, fluff, happy ending, neutral gender reader

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The Beneviento estate had always been a quiet place, occasionally disturbed by a tornado of chaos named Angie, but aside from that and the roaring of the nearby waterfall, the place was pretty serene. Quiet but in a good way, there were always light sounds such as the ticking of the grandfather clock creating a pleasant background noise enough for the silence to not be overwhelming, and Donna liked it that way. Although, when you arrived, Donna learned that silence wasn't everything. With you she learned the joys of a fun ruckus on a chase and its balance with the quietness of reading a book near the window after it. 

Despite stirring Donna's routine into a 'whatever will it be next?' lifestyle, you became Donna's constant, the only thing that she could count on that wouldn't change, always being there by her side and showing her a whole new side of her world.

Although, you developed a tendency to wander through the manor. At first it was difficult for Donna to allow you to do so, since her inner demons always tried to convince her you did it as an attempt to "escape" from her, but when you -through patience and love- showed her that you were going nowhere, she encouraged you to explore the home that little by little became also yours. 

Sometimes though, the feeling of restlessness and anxiety returned when she didn't hear the noises you made while exploring. The sound of the heel of your shoes scraping against the floorboards, your distant laughing or the creaking of the old stairs under your weight became her anchor, something she could rely on to know that you'd keep loyal to your word and stay with her. 

But all the nice and calm things can't last long in house Beneviento. 

It was the silence that alerted her. A cold and echoing silence that made a chill run down her spine in worried anticipation. Not even Angie could be heard running around in a hurry. The birds outside were not singing, the clock ticking seemed to have lost its strength and with them all the waterfall roaring also dimmed. The entire house and its surrounding gardens seemed to hold their breath expectantly, and Donna in her many years living there had never witnessed such horrid and deafening quietness.

It took her a second after she realized something was wrong to go looking for you, checking every room and frowning when she didn't spot any speck of your face in the halls. Even the rest of her dolls, always scattered all around the manor, weren't able to tell her anything about your whereabouts, much less about what was happening, but she tried to stay serene, although there was only so much she could handle.

Desperation slowly clawed at the Lady, you weren't answering to her calling out your name with urgency. The thought of you leaving her despite reassuring her many times that you wouldn't do it stabbed her heart. Did you break your promise? Where were you? Where was Angie? It had been a long time since she was last completely alone, only before you arrived into her life. Even Angie, her beloved doll had always been by her side, and if being glued to her side wasn't possible, she was at least always close, why wasn't she answering either? 

The lower level was empty aside from her dolls, and she didn't know where else to look. Her knees felt weak from all the running around in your search, and her lungs stung with the effort of yelling your name.

That is until a quiet voice called out to her. Distant but strong enough for her to react. Her connection to her dolls had always been stronger the more they were close, and the further away they were, the more difficult it was for the connection to be clear. But this voice, inconsolable, reached for her with a level of panic that had Donna stumbling against the furniture and walls in her path as she hurriedly ran towards her doll calling her.

Help

The sweet voice repeated the word again and again, and Donna's heart clenched every time. 

The plea came from the lowest level in the basement, a place not even Donna herself -being the owner of the estate- would visit frequently. The only thing there was darkness, cold and… a stone well. 

Her doll's calling became louder, and she didn't waste a moment before climbing down the stairs bringing an oil lamp to illuminate her path. 

It was hard to see at first, but the light provided was more than enough to illuminate your limp body onto the well's bottom.

Her blood ran cold. It was so shocking to see her beloved like this, her always resilient and full of energy sunshine who brightened every room, now defeated on the ground before her. Her heart pounded in her chest at the thought that crossed her mind briefly as lightning but not any less painful. She couldn't bear it if she lost you, she had lost so much in her life, she couldn't possibly lose you too, it would be her last straw.

Donna fought the tremble in her knees to approach you and settle down at your side, defeated, before noticing something.

Your breathing was shallow and Donna  would have missed it were it not for the whistle that came from your nose every time you exhaled, but that was enough to bring new tears to her eye and with them renewed hope.

She decided to be careful in her approach, and gently analized the situation. She couldn't believe it, your arm was bent in an awkward position, one that definitely shouldn't be possible unless something was broken, and that was enough to let Donna guess you had fallen from the well border, but the question was how?

Not only that, but when she brought the lamp closer and the rest of the shadows crawled away she could make out Angie's dress peeking from under you, and it's only then that she noticed her beloved doll being held protectively in your embrace, but also unmoving. 

Donna knew she had to act quickly, and she lifted you easily -her strength thanks to the Cadow was one of the things she was grateful for in times like this- in sort of an inverted piggyback style, to allow her to climb up the stairs, careful to keep Angie and your injured arm cradled in against both your bodies.

Only god knows how long you were out before your eyes, albeit groggily, opened again. It took you a moment before realizing you were in your shared bed with Donna, who was lying next to you far enough to not disrupt or accidentally hurt you, but close enough for you to feel the dip of the bed from her weight.

Your shifting made her come out of her light slumber in a blink, and her eyes widened as soon as she realized you were awake. Her sight became blurry, and she let out a sigh of relief and reverence. How were you so beautiful even in this state, she couldn't understand, but goodness her breath was taken away. All she could do was try to keep her relieved tests at the sight of you being alive and well again.

Gently, almost as if scared of hurting you, Donna's cold hands found their way towards your face and her thumbs began to caress your cheeks. The touch made you feel better, soothing the uncomfortable warmth of your cheeks, and in return you held one of her hands with your free own and tenderly kissed her palm. At that moment, Donna swore she could never live without you.

The Lady felt a pang of guilt and sorrow every time you winced away from her touch, not because of her, but because your body still complained about your wounds, but the sting in her heart made her promise she wouldn't let you get hurt again. You had become so important to her that the mere thought of not having you in her life made her sick. 

After getting out of the well and successfully carrying you to the bedroom she had needed to clean the bleeding wounds from when your skin was scratched by the pebbles and stone and made use of her first aid knowledge to fix your arm and secure it. Tears would blurry her sight every time you winced at the sting of the cotton and antiseptic and the movement of your mauled bone.

Although, both basking in eachother's presence in a lovely rosy-orange afternoon in the comfy bed, it felt like heaven, and even if you were aching everywhere, you weren't complaining, not with the way Donne looked at you, with such love and wonder.

If Donna was shy about kissing you too much before, that definitely wasn't the case after the incident. Every hour your face and lips would be peppered by soft kisses and tender touches, and who were you to deny them? Your blush did speak a lot. 

She would check your bandages far too often, but you can't really blame her. It was quite the nasty fall, and your arm did suffer an ugly break, but Donna's care was tender and patient, loving and effective. Besides, you discovered that if you let out a fake pained whimper you would immediately be granted comfort in the way of your Lady holding you close and letting you hide your face in the crook of her neck and sweet words to accompany her sweet scent. While it might have been amusing, you could guess that the calls she gave Moreau every half an hour to consult about your broken arm were starting to tire him, and you tried to keep her attention on you rather than smothering your friend Sal with health questions for your sake.

Also, the arm you fell on had been your dominant one, and while you had no problems trying to use the other in your daily activities, Donna insisted on feeding you herself. Your favorite spoon would be wielded by her while she fed you your favorite meal that she made with such care, and snacks were not lacking either, your bedside table drawer became full with every little thing you had told Donna you liked to munch on. Honestly, you didn't even know how to thank her anymore for all the effort she put in taking care of you.

For a faster recovery, Donna took it upon herself to ensure you had the best sleep you could have, but between wanting to not accidentally hurt you and her need to be close to you, she decided that the only solution would be letting you sleep on top of her at night, with her arms secured gently around you while humming sweet melodies and gently cooing you until you were knocked out by such comfort.

Angie (after recovering too and explaining that you went after her to prevent her from getting too close to the well's border but accidentally slipping and cushioning her own fall with your body) helped as best as she could, bringing compresses and new bandages along with medicine and soothing cream. 

The next day after the incident the well was sealed shut, and you spent the rest of the month being spoiled rotten by a very affectionate Lady and her energetic doll.

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The secrets the moon sees

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo/Reader

Summary:

Nobody knew Wonwoo aside from his bad family reputation. Nobody knows him the way you do.

Word count: +7.5k words

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of illegal substances, mentions of prison, mentions of house burning down. (If I missed something, please let me know!)

Author's notes: Please keep in mind that this was made for entertainment purposes only and does not, in any way, represent the people in the story. Enjoy!

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You held your books closer to your chest as the strong wind caused by the motorcycles passed right onto you.

 

Your hair moved in all directions. Your lips were pursed into a thin line as you tried your best to swallow a sigh.

 

You glared at the one that passed really close to you, laughing as you jumped because of the sudden noise coming from the motorcycle engine.

 

He smirked in your direction; the motorcycle had stopped, and he was staring in your direction, looking at you from head to toe. He raised his eyebrows in a teasing manner, raising his hand and sending you a flying kiss.

 

You hated him.

 

You hated all of them.

 

There was no use in doing anything. Unfortunately, there were five of them, all men. And you were alone.

 

The smartest decision was probably to just turn around and continue with your life as if nothing had happened.

But God, it was irritating.

 

Why did they have to feel the need to annoy you?

 

Why?

 

You were doing anything to annoy them or to attract his attention.

 

Nor that you wanted to.

 

So why couldn't they just leave you alone?

 

You sighed as you turned around, your knuckles turning white as your hands slowly transformed into two identical punches.

 

The sky was already orange-ish, as the sun was slowly letting the moon make its way to the earth.

 

You had been studying up until that moment; your exams were close, and you just knew that if you didn't put in extra hours, you would be failing them.

 

Your family was probably already waiting for you. Your phone had died, and you couldn't tell what time it was, but the sky and the practically empty school building were clues enough that it was time to go back.

 

You just hoped it wasn't too late because otherwise you would have to deal with your father's nag and punishments, and you were simply in no position to lose your phone at that time.

 

You had everything you needed to study—the important dates and schedule for the whole month—written in your notes.

 

You hoped your phone had at least some percentage of the battery for you to listen to some music on your way home.

 

Walking home alone was not really an issue, but it made you feel slightly... in constant alertness.

 

You took a deep breath, trying to relax your tense shoulders, and decided to simply enjoy the beautiful colors of the sky.

 

There was a soft breeze touching your cheeks with such delicateness that, if you weren't drowning in the multiple exams you had to study for, you would have actually enjoyed it.

 

You noticed, however, when he came closer to you once the breeze turned into a more aggressive wind.

 

"It's pretty late." He was the first one to speak; both of his hands were now resting on the motorcycle handlebar, his body moving so close to it that his chest was barely millimeters away from it.

 

His hair was shorter than the last time you had seen him, and even though you liked how his forehead could now breathe, you allowed yourself to mourn the loss of his long, curly hair for some minutes.

 

He chuckled when he saw your eyes looking a minute too long at his forehead.

 

"You like what you see?" Wonwoo asked.

 

"Yeah. I do." You confessed, biting down the smirk that wanted to escape your mouth so badly when your words hit his brain, his cheeks turning a pale shade of pink, and his eyes moved to the floor with a shy smile on his face.

 

"Oh." He mumbled, still not able to look directly into your eyes.

 

Wonwoo reached for his jean jacket; it was somewhat worn, and the cuffs were stained with what looked like motorcycle grease.

 

Without looking you in the eye, Wonwoo held out his hand, revealing a chocolate bar that he knew was your favorite.

 

"And this?" you asked without hiding the surprise in your voice and the sparkle in your eyes. Your heart was pounding as you saw Wonwoo's shy smile as he watched you open the package with immense happiness on your face.

 

You took a small bite, letting the sweetness of the chocolate sweeten your palate, causing the smile on your face to become even bigger.

 

"I saw it and thought you'd like it." Wonwoo murmured.

 

You pressed the chocolate against his lips, forcing him to open his mouth to take some of the chocolate as well.

 

"But it's for you." Wonwoo protested. You didn't respond; instead, you slammed the chocolate against his teeth. Wonwoo rolled his eyes, but took some of the chocolate and hummed in happiness at the delicious treat.

 

"Thank you; it was just what I was needing."

 

"It's just chocolate." Wonwoo shook his head.

 

Wonwoo shook his head, playing it down.

 

But you were grateful for every little gift or detail Wonwoo had for you.

 

He hadn't bought it because he had to; he had done it because he had wanted to.

 

"I don't have anything to give you back." You muttered, your brow furrowed.

 

"You don't have to give me anything." Wonwoo shook his head, his monolid eyes widening. "It's just chocolate." He repeated.

 

But it wasn't just chocolate.

 

Wonwoo had no money.

 

Not as much as your family.

 

And no matter how much you told him that it wasn't necessary for him to buy you something or that it would be better if you spent it on himself, Wonwoo always showed up with some gift for you.

 

"What are you doing here?" You asked; you were not sure you could let his silence continue for too long before you started feeling self-conscious of it.

 

"Doing some favors for my father, I'm going to Sheuryung's house to see if I can sell him some old junk. What are you doing? It's late."

 

"Studying."

 

Wonwoo nodded, looking over his shoulder, when a loud motorcycle sounded like it was coming in your direction.

 

Wonwoo was two years older than you. And you both had been—whatever this was—for a little too long for you to remember accurately the exact date.

 

Your brother knew him. When he was a kid, he used to go to school with him in the same class.

And as far as you knew, Wonwoo was one of the best in the class.

 

Your brother never really befriended him, and you weren't really sure it wasn't because of Wonwoo's family background.

 

Your family was not classist, or so you thought, but it was true that Wonwoo's family was known for being into heavy stuff.

 

Wonwoo's own older brother and dad were in prison before you and Wonwoo became friends.

 

Wonwoo watched you for a few moments, smiling at your lost gaze on the ground.

His soft laughter brought you back to reality.

 

He was still sitting on the bike, his long legs stretched out on either side of it.

 

His black shirt looked a little too good on him.

 

"Get on." Wonwoo spoke, pointing toward the back of his bike with his chin. "I'll take you home." Wonwoo was wearing a helmet there, but he wasn't wearing one.

 

You'd already lost count of the number of times you'd stressed to him how important it was to wear one.

 

"That you don't have to go sell your junk?" You asked in confusion, but your wrist was caught between the long, slender fingers of Wonwoo, who gently pulled you toward the bike.

 

"Your house is on my way there; I'll just be five minutes."

 

You carefully stowed the chocolate packet in your backpack before slipping behind Wonwoo, your arms wrapping around his prominent waist. "Here." Wonwoo turned around, carefully placing the motorcycle helmet on your head.

 

Beyond protection, it would serve to help you so that, if your family was nearby, they couldn't recognize you as easily.

 

Wonwoo made sure it was properly positioned and that it wouldn't hurt if it was too tight before turning around and starting on his way once more. "Hold on carefully." He warned you.

 

But you had been riding that bike so long, behind him, that the warning was almost in vain, your arms already out of habit wrapped around his waist within seconds of sitting on the bike.

 

His body heat invaded you, and your body moved closer to the heat source by instinct, staying as close to him as possible.

 

His big arms never made any move to move you a bit away from him, so you assumed he didn't care.

 

"Can we go a little slower?" You asked him. Wonwoo wasn't going extremely fast, and that was something you had noticed the first few times you had accepted a ride from him.

 

When he was riding alone, the speed went much higher than when he took you along.

 

But you were going a little faster than you would have liked; you didn't want to get home already. You wanted to be able to enjoy his company a little more.

Wonwoo nodded his head, his hand resting for a few seconds on your leg, almost as if he were asking you if everything was okay.

You sighed.

Wonwoo moved until he was in a meadow near your house, not far away. If you squinted, you were sure you could see the roof of your home.

The motorcycle's engine stopped, and Wonwoo helped you off the bike, carefully pulling the helmet off your head.

 

"What happened?" he asked, frowning. His eyes moved quickly back and forth between your face and body, trying to pick up on whether any injury had occurred on the short ride you had taken.

 

Some dirt had surely left a trace on your cheek, because Wonwoo's fingers took a few seconds to caress the dirt off your face.

 

His face was expressionless, and his eyes were intimidating to anyone who held eye contact with him for more than two seconds.

His hands were a little rough, and his hot breaths were crashing against your neck.

 

The sudden closeness made your throat go dry, and you swallowed dryly as you felt your eyes widen.

 

You didn't need to see your reflection in the small rearview mirrors of the bike to know you were completely red.

 

You dry swallowed all the saliva that had accumulated in your mouth, the glup being clear enough to be resonant even with the noises of the city.

 

Wonwoo didn't look away, his hand still on your cheek and his thumb under your chin, moving your head higher.

 

Your eyes went from his eyes to his thin lips, and you could have sworn you heard his breath shaking.

 

His tongue moved his lips, and your eyes followed the movement until they again connected with his eyes.

 

Wonwoo was staring at you so intently that you felt he was reading your mind and seeing your every little, most private secret.

 

"Are you okay?" Wonwoo asked. His voice sounded deeper than you had ever heard it before. The breeze began to move your hair again, moving until it reached your eyes.

The hand that wasn't on your cheek moved up to your face, catching the lock of hair that was dancing in the open air above your face and leaving it safely behind your left ear. "You look a little more flustered today."

 

You made a sound to reassure him that you were okay, your eyes still on his face.

 

"We're friends, right?" You asked him.

 

Wonwoo frowned, looking away and letting both of his hands fall to either side of his body.

 

His body moved as far away from your personal space as possible, and your body automatically missed the heat coming from it.

 

Even his hands, which were always colder compared to the rest of his body, left a certain warmth on your face. The ghost of his touch was still on your face.

"Of course." Wonwoo replied, his voice sounding slightly more muffled than before. His shoulders were just as tense as his jaw.

Wonwoo looked at the sky and his surroundings, and all you could think about was whether or not you had screwed up.

Wonwoo already had too many problems for you to have to add weight on his already tired shoulders.

Wonwoo was nice.

 

Too nice at times.

 

His reputation and his family's reputation preceded him.

 

You knew that had already alienated many.

 

But you still feared the world would turn its back on Wonwoo.

 

That his journey would cross paths with those of evil intent.

 

You had never met his mother, and of his father, you only knew what little Wonwoo told you.

As ironic as it was, you heard more about his brother, who was locked up in jail, than you did about his mother.

You had seen a picture of his twin sister only once. It was, as far as you knew, the only photo Wonwoo had of her.

 

It had been one of his few possessions that his father had been able to get out of the fire, where they had sadly lost her.

 

She had been an adorable kid, and every time Wonwoo smiled, you could see the tracing of her face in him.

They were identical twins, but it was, in some sort of way, kind of scary how similar they were physically.

 

Wonwoo had been around eleven years old when this happened, and shortly after, his brother went to jail for being found in possession of illegal substances.

 

Wonwoo had mentioned to you that his brother had been released from jail on a few occasions but always, for some reason, returned.

 

According to what your own brother told you, it was around that age that Wonwoo stopped going to school.

 

Or at least the same school as him, because Wonwoo had mentioned to you some memories of his high school studies.

 

Wonwoo frowned once again, staring at you. His lips moved as he called your name again.

 

"Sorry, it seems like I got in my head too much." You apologized, noticing that he had been calling your name a couple of times already.

"It's fine. Are you sure you're okay? You seem too lost in your own thoughts today."

 

"Yes, sorry." You apologized once again. "I guess with all my exams, I'm kind of...you know."

 

Wonwoo shook his head and said, "You'll do fine; you always worry too much, and you always end up passing all your exams and turning in all your papers on time."

 

"Not this time," you denied. "This exam is too hard. I feel like I'm just about to go bald from stress."

 

"Nonsense, you're the smartest person I know; I'm sure I could read any word in the dictionary and you'd know the definition without having to think about it for more than two seconds."

 

You laughed, not finding what I was saying funny: "I regret to inform you that my reputation as an intelligent person ends in a few days."

Wonwoo rolled his eyes as he laughed, not believing you. "Well, if you do poorly on the exam, I guess we can escape the city and go to a nearby town and start a life on the farm together." He joked.

 

"I don't see any other logical option," you shook your head, feigning seriousness, following his joke, "my family would never forgive me for a failed exam." You feigned distress, only to start laughing loudly. Your family was fine with any grade as long as you passed the exam.

But it was the pressure you put on yourself that made you feel bad if you did not get a perfect grade.

 

"Does it really matter, though?" Wonwoo asked after a while, "I mean, you're going to pass it anyway; why does it matter if you get an A or a C?"

 

"I take pride in my grades; I take my studies really seriously."

 

"I know." Wonwoo replied. "But if you have an A+ in everything, getting a C wouldn't change your future that much."

You cross your arms over your chest, trying to hold back the anger that came from feeling that no one understood you. But once again, you couldn't really be mad at him, could you? You were more than aware that the future that he had ahead was not the same as yours.

 

"Let's just go. It's getting late, and my parents are probably starting to get worried."

 

Wonwoo opened his eyes, holding your shoulder for a second before you moved backwards, avoiding his touch.

 

He seemed hurt by it.

 

"I'm sorry if I said something that bothered you. It was not my intention." Wonwoo apologized. You nodded but did not look at him in the eyes.

"Please, just take me home."

 

Wonwoo stared at you for a few instants until he gave up, noticing that you were not in the mood to talk anymore, and the rest of the ten minutes that took him to reach your house were spent in complete silence between the two of you.

 

He stopped his motorcycle in front of your house, hiding it behind the wall of trees that your father proudly took care of for years, getting more than ten trees standing in front of the family house.

 

"(Y/n)—" Wonwoo started once you removed the helmet.

 

"Thank you for the ride." You interrupted him, handing him the helmet and walking back to your house, ignoring the noise of the motorcycle driving away.

You closed the door behind you, and your nose quickly flooded with the aroma of meat ready to be eaten and the famous chocolate cake your mother had prepared for dessert that night.

 

The TV was on, and your brother was sitting comfortably there with his phone in one hand and a can of Coke in the other. His feet were resting on the small table in front of the TV, and his mouth was full of the soda he was drinking.

He paid you no attention as you took off your shoes and headed straight to your room so you could change into more comfortable clothes.

From halfway up the stairs, you could see your father talking to your mother in the hallway near the dining room.

Your room was in complete chaos and reflected exactly the state of mind you were in at that moment.

Your bed was undone, some of your pillows were on the floor, and your clothes were everywhere but in the closet.

You checked your reflection on the mirror near your window, and you almost tore your hair apart because of how bad you looked.

Your dark circles under your eyes were way more obvious than what you had remembered that same morning; your hair was a mess, and your face was red.

So red that it almost felt like you had a pretty bad case of sunburn going on from the neck and up.

You tried to chut down the thousands of thoughts that rushed to display in your mind, deciding to take off your shirt to change it for a new one.

 

You stopped, frozen in your spot, as your nose touched the fabric of your shirt.

 

It smelled like Wonwoo.

 

Like his perfume.

 

You took a deep breath, inhaling as much of it as you could.

You finished taking it out, looking at your reflection once again.

Your cheeks were much redder than before, and your pupils were completely dilated.

Her perfume felt like a drug.

You shook your head, trying to come back to reality, throwing the shirt in the laundry basket and deciding to put on your favorite pajamas.

The table was already completely set when you finished getting ready. Your brother was still texting on his phone while your mother poured the orange juice she liked so much into the four glasses.

"It smells delicious." You smiled at your mother as you sat down next to your father, who gave you a kiss on the temple and messed up your hair.

"How did your studies go, sweetie?" He asked as he handed you a portion of meat on your mother's plate and proceeded to place another on yours.

"Fine," you shrugged, taking a sip of the orange juice. "But I still have more to study."

"I didn't see you when I went to room 4B; I think you'd be studying all day." Your brother asked, raising an eyebrow as he took his first bite of the meat your father had cooked.

 

"I was in the library until they closed the doors and kicked me out."

 

Your brother laughed. "And you still have more to study? Your eyes are going to dry up from reading and reading."

 

"But at least enjoy dinner and dessert before you go back to your studies. Clear your head a bit." Your mother pointed it out, smiling.

 

"Were you able to go visit Uncle Kang?" your father asked your brother, who shook his head in annoyance as if remembering something that had been haunting him for some time.

 

"Can you believe those criminals were taking up the whole road?" Your brother spat out every word as if he were spewing venom out of his mouth. "They almost scratched my whole car, ugh. One went by so fast I thought it would fall on top of the hood."

 

"Again?" Your father frowned, taking a long sip of his drink thoughtfully.

 

"Yes. It was the Lees'; they were probably going to meet with Jeon. Those guys are always into every little thing. I had to rush home before dinner because I had to get robbed. God knows what those desperate people will do for some money."

 

"How do you know if you didn't see him there?" You asked, trying to keep your annoyance as inadvertent as possible.

 

"Because those four are always getting into weird stuff, illegal stuff. All the time. I run into them often. One is worse than the other. Let me start dropping you off and picking you up after your classes; I couldn't think what would happen if my poor little sister had to deal with them." Your brother wailed.

 

"Thanks, but I can take care of myself."

 

"(Y/n) Maybe you should listen to your brother; if he has come across them more times than you, he will surely know what to do in those situations better than you. It's a really dangerous world out there; I already have too much to worry about about one of my children living in another country to have to worry about another one of my children being attacked in the street for not listening to their elders."

 

"But it just doesn't make sense; why are you blaming a person who wasn't even there?"

 

"I know him; believe me, that family is dangerous. Even as a kid, you could see he was going to end up being the criminal he is; all he does is sell junk, but you're not going to tell me that's how they survive; I wouldn't be surprised if he ends up in jail like his brother for selling drugs."

 

"And when was the last time you talked to him?" You asked, already annoyed, "When you were eleven? Please stop going around spreading disinformation."

 

"Why are you taking this subject so personally?" Your brother looked at you incredulously, laughing at your sudden surge of anger. "It almost looks like I said your favorite childhood stuffed animal is horrible or something. Go get some fresh air; you'll get a nosebleed from high blood pressure."

 

Your parents were given it, and you could only emit a fake smile. The last thing you would want to do is keep trying to defend Wonwoo.

The rest of dinner went by too quickly, and before you knew it, you were alone in your room, sitting at your desk with your computer on, working on a job that you were clearly too tired to understand.

The cup of coffee you had made yourself a while ago had already cooled, and your glasses were on the desk.

The twenty different sheets of paper were scattered everywhere, and there were three different books open on different pages at random.

You were already on the verge of tears, because if you couldn't answer those simple questions, how could you solve an exam?

Your phone vibrated next to your computer, and your phone screen lit up, revealing the notification of three separate messages from Wonwoo.

 

You hadn't ignored it, but you hadn't realized that he had texted you almost forty minutes ago already.

Wonwoo: You there? 22:48

Wonwoo: ? 22:59

Wonwoo: I guess you're sleeping, good night. 23:32

It was not unusual for Wonwoo to write to you at that hour; most of his conversations occurred at night when you knew no one could appear over your shoulder and read the texts.

It had become almost customary to delete all conversations before you went to sleep, but your heart beat fast every time a new text was received.

Like the first time, he asked for your phone number and sent you a text.

Me: Sorry, i'm still studying 23:47

You didn't even get to lock the phone before his reply made your phone turn its screen on again.

Wonwoo: it's late. 23:47

Wonwoo: Go to sleep. 23:48

You: I can't sleep. 23:54

Wonwoo: Me neither. 23:56

Wonwoo: My mind keep coming back to you. 23:57

Wonwoo: I'm sorry for upsetting you earlier today.

Wonwoo: I didn't thought how my words might have come off to you.

You: it's okay.

You: i was still pretty stressed from all my exams, so I'm sorry too

You: why aren't you sleeping? 00:09

Wonwoo: I've got a lot on my mind. 00:12

Wonwoo: Are you going to be up studying all night? 00:13

You: that was the plan 00:17

You: but my brain just cannot concentrate 00:18

Wonwoo: Do you want to meet up? 00:20

You: now? 00:22

Wonwoo: If you want to. 00:23

The idea was tempting; you would rather spend a thousand times the night circling Wonwoo's tiny waist as they moved through the deserted streets under the starry night than sit alone in your room crying because your brain couldn't memorize three words in a row.

A smile came across your face, and you felt the need to put your phone down on your desk for a second so you could think clearly.

 

Your reflection was looking at you from across the room, and you ignored the goofy expression on your face.

 

Like a little girl, when your first crush ever gave you a flower or held your hand for the first time,

You opened the door to your room carefully, sticking your head out through the small peephole you had opened to take a little peek at the water.

 

Your brother's door, at the end of the hallway, was closed all the way, but some light could be seen from underneath it.

 

You sharpened your hearing as much as possible, and a melody or two could be heard.

 

He was listening to music.

 

Your parents' room was upstairs, and as far as you could see, they were in complete silence and darkness.

 

The fact that your brother was awake listening to music was good because the same melody could surely cover the noise of the front door opening and closing.

 

But on the other hand, if he were awake, he could come to check on how your studies were going.

The best option would be to turn off the lights and put your pillow and clothes on the bed to pretend you were sleeping.

 

You stepped out into the hallway cautiously, mentally insulting yourself as the door to your room closed behind you with a small tsk.

 

You stood motionless in the hallway, waiting for your brother to come out of his room to see what the noise had been, but he continued in his room undeterred.

 

Almost on tiptoe, you made your way to the third floor of the house, stopping at the door of your parents' room and leaning your right ear against it.

 

Only your father's snoring could be heard.

 

They were asleep.

You rush off to find the jeans you felt you looked taller in, and that jacket Wonwoo had once mentioned he liked the way it looked.

 

You: Can you come get me? 00:27

 

The truth is that your creation in the bed of a fake you left you quite pleased. With the lights off, it looked as if you were watching yourself sleep.

You closed the front door as quietly as you could, running quickly to where Wonwoo was waiting for you on his motorcycle.

Your hair swayed on your back with every step you took.

Wonwoo had parked his bike close to your house, but not too close for its noise to be obvious.

"Hello," Wonwoo greeted you, a small smile on his face as his eyes traveled from your eyes to the jacket you had purposely put on.

Wonwoo was wearing black pants and a jacket of the same color. He had glasses that had seen better days on his face.

Wonwoo needed glasses, but you only remembered seeing him wear them when no one else was around.

His hair looked like it was fresh from the shower, and when you got closer to him, the scent of his perfume washed over you almost instantly.

"Hello." You said back to him. Zipping up your jacket and making sure your house keys were safely in your pocket before sitting behind him in your designated spot

 

Wonwoo carefully placed the safety helmet on your face, making sure that it wouldn't bother you before turning around.

 

"Do you know where we're going?" You asked him, though you didn't really care what the answer would be.

"No," he answered you, "I just wanted to ride the bike around until I found somewhere to rest a bit."

 

And with that, Wonwoo started the engine, and slowly his journey into the empty streets began.

 

His back was pressed against your chest, while your hands held tightly to your jacket.

 

You just hoped he wasn't feeling the pounding of your heart beating against his back.

 

It would be too embarrassing if he was feeling it.

You could feel your fingers starting to freeze in the cold breeze and could only wonder how Wonwoo could drive when his fingers were always so much colder than yours.

Your eyes closed for a few moments, feeling free of all frustrations and obligations. It was as if every single thing that caused you any sort of frustration was getting away from you as the bike sped off into the night.

You sighed, looking at those people who were walking on the dark sidewalks.

Wonwoo made a couple of turns and turned one last time before stopping in a park that looked completely deserted.

Wonwoo stopped near a small kiosk, sitting there, his back leaning against the cement wall behind him.

You followed him, sitting with your knees drawn up to your chest, looking at your surroundings.

"Were you able to finish studying?" Wonwoo asked.

 

"No," you said, shaking your head. "I wanted to stay up late studying, but..." you clicked your tongue, your head cocking a little to the left. It was an obvious frustration.

 

"I hope I wasn't the reason your studies were interrupted."

"Oh, no," you assured him. "I was getting frustrated with myself; I guess my brain had reached its limit for the day, and I just didn't want to accept it. I could use your message; I needed to clear my head a bit."

 

Wonwoo smiled at you, playing with his own fingers. "I'm glad I was able to help in some way." Wonwoo took a deep breath before raising his eyes from his fingers to your face for a brief second. "I wanted to apologize again. I'm sorry for upsetting you today."

"I know I already apologized to you over text, but I wanted to do it in person as well; I wanted to make sure we were alright."

 

"We are." You replied to him, not really liking the way he was frowning or the way his voice didn't sound so sure.

 

"Alright." Wonwoo breathed, nodding. His features seemed more relaxed now that you both had talked it out.

 

"How did the junk stuff go?" You asked him, "Did you make some money?"

 

"Well, no, really. I sold some, but most of it just went back home with me again. I'll have to try luck again tomorrow. Jihoon told me about an old dude who usually buys lots of his own family stuff, so it might help."

 

"Speaking of your friend, today they attacked my brother." You mentioned cleaning your throat. Suddenly, you did not want to make eye contact with him.

"Attacked your brother?" Wonwoo asked in confusion, "When?"

 

"He told me they were on the road today; they almost scratched his whole car."

 

"But today they were at my house all day. They helped my mom to clean the garden and fix some old cars to see if they could be sold."

 

You frowned, not knowing who you should believe.

 

"But still, this is not the first time my brother mentioned them getting on his way; could you talk to them so they can just leave him alone, please? I just don't want them to keep fighting."

 

"I'll talk with them," Wonwoo agreed, "but just so you know, your brother is usually the one who's on my and my friends' asses; he's hanging out with people I don't recommend hanging out with. Dangerous people. I don't know if you're aware of it; probably not, but I'm telling you this just so you know."

 

"What do you mean? What's he's on?"

 

"Well, he started buying stuff from Jihoon, like, you know, stuff. But they started buying big amounts, so Jihoon retracted and didn't want to sell any more. So that's when the fights started; your brother started hanging out with others who were on much heavier stuff."

 

"No, I think you have mistaken him for someone else; my brother doesn't do drugs."

"It's up to you to believe what you want to believe; I'm just telling you that I saw it with my own eyes, buying it from Jihoon."

 

"And why do you let your friends sell those things?"

 

"What Jihoon does is his business; I can only take responsibility for my own decisions and actions. I do not consume, nor do I sell. If Jihoon, your brother, or anyone else wants to buy it, it's on them."

"But if you're so sure he's not the type of person to do that, maybe you're right." He told you, "Maybe he bought it for someone else instead; who knows?"

 

"Yeah," you mumbled, "that sounds more like him." You agreed. "Let's just talk about something else. Please."

 

"Like what?"

"I don't know; tell me something."

 

"What do you mean?" Wonwoo asked, his back leaning against the cold wall. His legs stretched out on the floor were almost twice as long as yours.

Wonwoo had his eyes closed, and his breathing sounded soft and slow.

 

"What's your favorite movie?" you decided to ask; it was a simple enough question to distract both of you.

 

"Titanic," Wonwoo answered after thinking about it for a few moments.

 

"Titanic?" you repeated in surprise. "I thought you were going to say Marvel." You laughed. Wonwoo laughed too, his eyes looking up at the moon that was shining beautifully that night.

 

"I never saw Marvel. I don't quite understand them." Wonwoo scoffed at himself. And hearing your voice say that you would never have taken him for a guy who would enjoy romance movies, he replied, "It was my mom and Woohee's favorite movie."

 

And somehow, it made sense.

 

"The stars are beautiful tonight." You mumbled.

 

"Yeah," Wonwoo whispered, his face lifting to see the stars, his glasses almost falling out of his face in the process.

 

"Do you know any constellations?" You asked him, taking a few seconds to glance at his face before focusing on the shining star above you.

 

"I know that's Leo the Lion," he pointed out at a backward question mark shape you could see in the sky. "And that's Cassiopeia."

 

You chuckled at the shape of it. "W as in Wonwoo."

 

He chuckled. "It can also be an M."

 

You both stayed like that for some time. "When I was a kid, I used to think that each star had its own secret. And everybody had their own star. I always tried to find out which one was my sister."

Your hand found him without needing to lock at it, and your fingers easily interlocked with his. "And did you find it?" Wonwoo shook his head, his eyes still on the sky, but his thin lips were now in a thin line. "Well, if you want my opinion, I think your sister's that star." You pointed out the shiniest star you could find in the sky.

 

"When everything happened, I wanted to become an astronaut. Because my mom always told me and Woohee that once we're done with this life, we all become stars in the sky. But," Wonwoo chuckled, "life happened, and I kind of found out that's not what actually happens."

 

"Oh, c'mon, how can you be so sure about what happens once we die? Who knows, we might end up becoming stars—what? What do you think happens when we die?"

 

"Nothing." Wonwoo replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the whole world. "Nothing happens; it's just game over. Everything turns black, and then you're gone."

 

"So you think that happened with your sister?" You asked. And the question actually made him think for some time.

 

"No," he eventually replied, "that could never be her end; she deserves to be that pretty star."

"And what do you think your star is?" You asked him to get a little distracted. Every time he remembered his sister, it seemed like a part of him shut down, and while you knew it was necessary for him to be able to make that transition so he could feel better, you didn't want to make him spend the rest of the night having a hard time asking about her.

 

"I never thought about it; I guess that one's okay." He replied, pointing to a star that was barely visible.

 

"Nonsense. Yours has to be that one," I argued, pointing to one that was in the direction of your house, which shone brightest among a whole circle of less visible stars surrounding it.

 

"Then yours has to be that one next to it, the pretty one." He beamed in seconds, smirking when you ran out of words to add. He raised his right eyebrow when your eyes met for a brief second before you quickly looked away. "Cat got your tongue?" He teased.

"No, I just wouldn't have believed that of all the stars, you would choose that one. Won't you have to know what my favorite constellation is?" You stuck your tongue out at him, trying to change the subject.

 

"You don't even know the names of the constellations; how would you have one?" He replied with a chuckle. His breath was beating directly against your ear. You hadn't noticed in what instant he had come so close; the realization made you startle. "So use that pretty mouth of yours and tell me what it was that made you so shy."

 

It was an addition to moments like these when Wonwoo would get so... bold. You loved the moments where his shyness got the better of him, and you were the one who made him blush for looking into his eyes for more than two seconds.

 

It was unbelievable.

 

The power it felt to know that your presence alone was enough to make him so flustered

 

But when he would experience the opposite, when he would take the reins and turn the game around, it was inexplicable how it made you feel.

 

It brought out a shyness that you don't usually have with other people.

 

You wanted to hide in his chest or his neck. You wanted to hide anywhere because your face would simply turn into a tomato and the ease of speech would simply disappear.

 

It was more than obvious that you were nervous.

 

It was more than obvious that you enjoyed every second of it.

 

And what you feared most—your feelings for him—were all too visible.

 

"Who would have thought that the Jeon Wonwoo would call me, of everybody, pretty? A dream come true." You tried to joke around, making the sudden tension between you both dissipate.

 

You were most likely the one who felt it anyway.

Wonwoo rolled his eyes, "as if it were necessary for me to say it."

 

You raised an eyebrow. "I don't know what you want from me, Jeon, but you're not going to get it." You joked again.

 

"Damn, and I was looking forward to that new car." Wonwoo clicked his tongue, feigning disappointment.

 

They both laughed loudly, their laughter filling the silence of the quiet night.

 

"Do you mind if I rest my head on your legs?" Wonwoo shook his head, telling you to go ahead, so carefully to not hurt him, you laid your head in his tights. From there, the sky above you felt like it was the only thing in the whole world.

 

Wonwoo's fingers started playing with your hair, softly massaging your scalp.

 

"That feels nice." You mumbled, closing your eyes for a second. Wonwoo hummed, continuing.

His hands stopped playing with your hair and started tracing the bridge of your nose and the outline of your lips.

 

Your eyes widened, only to find his eyes staring at you with an intensity that seemed to be trying to convey a message mentally.

 

"Oh, uh... Wonwoo?"

 

Wonwoo responded with a "mmm?" His eyes still roamed over every millimeter of your face, his hand holding your cheek with such delicacy that it made you feel as if you were made of glass.

 

You remained silent, not quite understanding what it was you wanted to say to him.

 

He brought his face close to yours, his breathing colliding with yours.

 

You could feel your ears throbbing and your throat suddenly dry.

 

His eyes were closed, and you felt yourself imitating him as your faces came closer and closer, leaving less and less space between you.

 

His warmth invaded you like a blanket that wanted to embrace you and never let go.

 

Your phone began to ring noisily.

 

Your heart, which already seemed to be beating at full capacity, felt like it was breaking its own record.

 

Your cheeks were flushed, realizing what had almost happened.

 

"Hello?" You asked in a shaky voice, clearing your throat. It felt so dry that you could drink a bottle of water in seconds.

 

"Where the fuck are you? I went to your room, and you weren't there!" your brother asked angrily. He spoke in whispers that slowly seemed to turn into screams.

 

"Are mom and dad awake?"

 

"No. I had the decency not to wake them. I want you to come home now. Or I'll have to wake them up, and we both know what awaits you if they ever find out you left the house at night without their permission."

 

Your brother hung up the call before you had time to answer, and you sat on the floor for a few moments staring at the screen of your phone while you processed what had happened.

"I've been wanting to tell you something—" Wonwoo started, but was quickly interrupted.

"I'm sorry, Wonwoo, but I've got to go home now."

 

Wonwoo looked at you before nodding and making his way to his motorcycle.

 

This time, you didn't bother to ask him to go slower.

 

You were scared that, by the time you made it home, your whole family would be up.

 

When you finally put your feet down, your brother was walking from the front door angrily.

 

"Where on Earth did you take her?" Your brother asked him. Wonwoo, sensing your brother's anger, decided to stand up in front of you. "Oh, what are you now? A guardian dog in your free time to gain extra money? Leave my sister alone. I don't know what you have to tell her to make her believe you're a good guy, but stop your games now. Leave. Her. Alone." He started pushing Wonwoo backwards, not really caring that you were behind him.

 

"Stop it." You told your brother, moving from behind Wonwoo's back. "I'm not a kid anymore; I can make my own decisions." You faced your brother. "And more surely, I can protect myself. He did nothing."

 

"Go inside the house. We're on for a really long night; we have to talk." Your brother told you before taking a last glance at Wonwoo and walking inside the house.

 

You looked at Wonwoo, feeling bad for what your brother had said.

 

You wanted to apologize.

 

To tell him that you were not like him.

 

To tell him that you thought highly of him.

 

And if you could, you would give him the world.

 

"I should go." You said instead.

"Yeah, you should." Wonwoo agreed, taking a last glance at you before jumping on the motorcycle.

[motomamita]

Blood, Sweat and Ice.

Part. 2

Pairing: Dark!Eddie Munson x Female!IceSkater!Reader

Summary: Before finishing her off, eddie is determined to fuck her one way or another, even if he has to fake his identity to get it done.

Warnings: smut, +18, false identity, unprotected sex, creampie, mask sex, mentions of drugs, alchohol and blood, violence, idk sis.

A/N: Somewhat inspired by the Tonya Harding and Nancy Kerrigan scandal. Ofc, this is more dark.

Do not translate or copy this!

With a joint dangling from his fingers and several litres of alcohol inside of him, Eddie Munson thought his afternoon was going to end the same as all the previous ones: with him sleeping on the bathroom floor, a puddle of vomit around him and his album favorite playing all the way in the background. However, Nancy Wheeler knocked on his door with a favor she needed from him.

"I just need it to be a scare, like an warning that makes her miss the competition this Saturday." The girl clasped her hands in front of her chest, as if she were praying. "Please, Eddie! I'll pay you a good dough!"

Nancy Wheeler has been ice skating since she was 8 years old. She was good, she tried hard and, just like in school, she was diligent. However, that was not enough to guarantee a place in the competition that would take place that weekend. It wasn't if she had to compete against that girl.

"What do you mean 'a little warning'?" Eddie leaned against the old refrigerator and took a drag on his joint before speaking again. "Do you want me to send her a threatening email? To bug the wheels on her bike? To shit on her doorstep and leave a sign saying 'don't you dare enter the competition, bitch'?"

"Yeah, it could be something like that. As long as it ensures it doesn't steal my first place, it's fine." The calmer Wheeler spoke "Please, Eddie. I know you've done worse in the past, Mike told me about it."

And yes, he had.

Alcohol and drug abuse, along with the fact that he dropped out of high school, had given Eddie a need for constant adrenaline. That adrenaline was obtained by carrying out unlawful and unethical acts. He first started stealing cars that were staying late in the Starmall parking lot. When he didn't get something of value, he had fun breaking the windows and scratching the doors. Then he went on to steal inside houses and spend hours hiding inside them even with their owners going about their daily lives. That unleashed in Eddie the interest to watch people closely without them knowing it. It was amazing how much one could find out about a person just by following him for a couple of hours in his day.

Last but not least illegal were street fights. Eddie had become addicted to them. When he felt boredom eat him up, he'd grab his truck, a couple of beers, and wait outside the town's strip club for some old or young man who wanted to fight him. As the weeks passed, Eddie stopped having opponents and that led him to look for other ways to have fun. He waited for his, now, victims in some dark alley and silently pounced on them. In a matter of minutes he left them almost dying in a pool of blood until some citizen found them the next day. Sometimes he used a weapon like a baseball bat or a heavy wrench that was used to repair his truck, other times he only used his hands.

Soon those acts alerted the entire town to the existence of an individual who beat his victims almost to death. Nobody knew who it was, just a few people, like Mike Wheeler. For that very reason, he wasn't surprised when Nancy visited him days ago in his trailer with a tempting offer, and not just for the money.

As he drove downtown to the ice skating rink that Thursday, Eddie Munson thought about his next victim. He knew quite a bit about her, all kinds of information he could get in a whole day of following her around. He knew her hours, where she lived, who she was dating and her weaknesses that would serve him for his 'mission'.

She was the only child of a middle-class family. Her parents moved to Hawkins when the little girl was 6 years old and continued to live there, with no plans to leave. Her parents both work at the mayor's office in not so high positions but enough to be able to travel every summer to Houston, where she was from. She had practiced ice skating since she was 4 in almost professional rinks, which favored her compared to her other opponents in Hawkins who had to settle for their most basic rinks. She was an excellent skater by nature, Eddie could see as he watched her skate from a dark corner of the place.

From the way her coach gave her instructions, he assumed that this routine full of jumps and somersaults was the one she was going to present on Saturday in front of the judges. Nancy Wheeler definitely had no chance against her.

He stayed until she was the last to leave the track. By that time, the other girls had already left several minutes ago, leaving his target alone for a few minutes on the track.

Walking out, Eddie caught a keen eye of the conversation she and her coach were having as she walked to the locker room. She planned to stay the next day, Friday, a few more minutes on the track to prepare as much as possible for the big day. Her coach, a woman with curly hair and brown skin, agreed with her decision but informed her that she would train alone because she had paperwork to do. They talked a bit about topics not very relevant to him and then they said goodbye. Eddie a few meters behind the coach and prepared to smoke in one of the seats outside the place while he saw how the woman got into her car and headed home.

After 25 minutes counted by the clock, she left the place with her wet hair and her heavy bag. The instant she stepped into the parking lot, a blue Camaro pulled out of the parking lot and came up to where she was standing. Billy Hargrove. Eddie laughed bitterly. She and Billy had been dating for a few months. It was not known if they were already a couple but evidently something was going on between them and it was very intense. They were like 'Beauty and the Beast'. She was a flower, so delicate and fragile, while Billy was anything close to a boundless animal.

Billy grabbed her bag and put it in the trunk and then opened the passenger door for her, like a real gentleman. The couple avoided all physical contact until they reached the lovers' lake, where the show for Eddie began several meters away.

As the temperature rose in the blue Camaro, so did Eddie's truck, who was not only seized by fever but also by jealousy. It had been weeks since he had been with a woman intimately, and years since he had fallen in love with one. Of the girls he had met in high school none had managed to capture his attention, not even Chrissy Cunningham who on more than one occasion had tried to reach more with him. Getting so involved in that skater's life had awakened such a strong desire within him, something he had never experienced before. He wanted to feel her the way Hargrove was doing right now. The memory that he had to hurt her at some point crossed his mind and it made him a little sad. However, his own body called his attention to the growing problem forming in his pants and he had to take charge.

...

That Friday he arrived at the track around sunset and stayed in his truck for a couple of minutes. Soon, the same people who had been yesterday were now leaving the place with their bags in the direction of their cars. He waited a few minutes before getting out of his truck and stealthily entering the area. Luckily for him, despite wearing long hair and unusual clothes, Eddie had always managed to go unnoticed everywhere. That served as an advantage in situations like this.

From a distance he saw her on the track, alone and without the slightest idea that he had been watching her for minutes. She was wearing a light green sweater and black leggings that accentuated her figure. Her white skates kicked up the ice with every hop and turn she took. Eddie smiled seeing her so focused on her routine, as if that were the only important thing in the world.

He walked to one of the vending machines when he noticed how she left the track and collected her things with the intention of going to the locker room. Eddie lowered his gaze and counted 3 times the few coins that lay in the palm of his hand, acting disinterested when she passed behind him and was lost among the aisles. He put two coins in the machine and took out a Dr. Pepper which he drank carefully as he looked around. He was practically alone in the place, him and her. The manager who closed the track was now up on the machine that cleaned the track and which in turn made an annoying and loud noise. It was perfect to carry out his mission. No one was going to hear her scream.

Eddie tossed the can into a nearby trash can and walked purposefully toward the women's locker room. The sound of water falling from the shower led him through the wide space to the area where she was. Eddie stood in the middle of the hallway, motionless until the sound of the water stopped completely. Delicately, he took out a ski mask that he kept in one of the pockets of his jacket and put it on, hiding his characteristic long hair and revealing only his lips and eyes.

She wrapped herself in her towel and got out of the shower. A scream escaped her throat at seeing him there, standing with his face covered and staring at her. The shock lasted a few seconds, seconds in which she hugged her towel even more and looked around in search of something or someone that would help her. Eddie remained silent, forcing her to speak for the first time.

"What... what do you want?" She asked, not quite sure that he would answer her. "Please don't do anything to me." She whispered taking a few small steps back and walking to her clothes on a bench.

Eddie didn't answer and watched her movements carefully in case she tried to run away, although he was going to catch her anyway before she went out the door.

"Aren't you going to answer me?" Unanswered. "Who you are?" Unanswered. "Billy?"

Bingo. She had fallen into his trap.

"Billy, this is not funny. Stop right now." She asked a little less upset but still with her agitated voice.

Eddie had discovered more about the couple than he would have imagined. He knew that her parents didn't want Billy and that's why they saw each other in the lake of lovers after each practice. She knew that Billy was annoyed when she drenched the seats of his Camaro with her wet hair and that's why he placed a towel on the seatback before looking for her. As he also knew how much she liked him to fuck her with a ski mask he had under the seat of his car.

The place wasn't fully lit and Eddie had taken it upon himself to dress in the most similar way to Billy's. So he could easily fool her.

"Didn't you hear me? Wait for me in the parking lot." She removed the towel from her, exposing her body.

Eddie swallowed hard and carefully admired the body of the naked girl in front of him. Now the distance between them was shorter and that made it possible for him to memorize every curve of her body. Soon his member woke up and he knew he had to act fast before someone discovered them.

He approached and hugged her from behind, placing his hands on her stomach, caressing her wet skin. He brought his nose to her hair and discreetly sniffed at her hair and the sweet shampoo she had used minutes before.

"Billy, stop!" She spoke now laughing when Eddie's hands tightened on her hips, digging his fingertips into her skin. "Do you really want to do this now? Here?" she asked as she felt his hard erection against her bare ass.

She turned to look at him, not closing her distance. Eddie nodded and prayed to all the saints that she wouldn't notice the chocolate color of his eyes, very different from Billy's blue. The girl let out a loud sigh and looked at the clock hanging on one of the walls.

"Okay, we have some time."

Eddie didn't wait any longer and pushed her slightly against the wall causing her to let out a moan almost in surprise at the abrupt movement. He knelt in front of her and brought one of her legs up to his shoulder, leaving her pussy available to him. Without thinking twice, he brought his mouth to her clitoris, sucking lightly on it and then massaging it with his tongue. She moaned loudly and then covered her mouth with her hand, she didn't want them to be found out. With his hands he massaged her thighs, supporting her from the way her legs trembled.

"Shit, Billy..."

Gradually, his ski mask began to soak with her fluids, impregnating her sweet taste and aroma into the fabric. Eddie went from the clit to her entry which was already fully weat. He licked her with his tongue, collecting all the fluid and bringing another wave of pleasure to the girl.

He glanced at the clock and knew he had to hurry. As much as he would have loved to continue savoring her, he wanted to feel her even more. He quickly got up from the ground and she had to grab the wall to keep from falling from how weak her legs were. She tried to kiss him but Eddie dodged her, avoiding any contact that would give him away.

"Baby, let me feel you..." she begged with her breath coming fast.

Hearing her, Eddie whispered a 'shit' only audible to him, he was too hot. He approached her again, grabbed her by the thighs and supported her again against the cold wall. For her part, she began to unbutton his pants and lowered the same along with his boxers, releasing his hard cock. Eddie rushed into her before she realized it wasn't Billy. She moaned again when Eddie's member mercilessly entered her and began to move at an accelerated pace. The girl tried to kiss him again but this time Eddie had to place one of his hands on her cheek, moving her head to the side and avoiding as much eye contact as possible.

Eddie's gaze was now fixed on the way her breasts bounced with each thrust, inviting him to taste them, which he did.

"Mmh, so good.." Eddie's wet tongue tasted first her left nipple and then moved to her right, continuing to move inside her.

The sound of their skins colliding and her moans were enough to drive Eddie to the extreme, who had been dreaming of that moment for days. He would have liked to have given her more pleasure, massaging her clits and whispering dirty words to her but it was not the moment. The only thing that was going through his mind was the need to come, even though he knew that he would have to break her legs later.

Eddie did his best not to make a sound but to no avail, the walls of her were sucking him so deliciously that when he came inside her, her name slipped from his mouth.

It took him a few seconds to understand what had happened and how much he had screwed up, all to fulfill his sexual desire. Eddie came inside her and released her without any finesse, letting her fall on the locker room floor. He pulled up his pants and adjusted his ski mask that had moved slightly from all the action. When he lowered his gaze, he met hers, she was scared.

"Who you are?" She whispered on the verge of tears, covering her body with her towel and feeling how the hot semen of that stranger came out of her.

Again Eddie didn't answer and stared at her. So fragile, so defenseless, so corrupted. He smiled slightly as he imagined Hargrove's face when he found out that a son of a bitch had ended up inside his girlfriend, and in the amount of money that Nancy would give him tomorrow after the championship.

She tried to get up from the ground but Eddie stepped on her hard on one of her ankles. The girl screamed that went unnoticed by the manager who was still cleaning the skating rink. Eddie provided more pressure on her, who was trying to get his foot off of her unsuccessfully. He was much stronger than her, it was clear. Eddie looked around for something that would hurt the girl even more, and he found it.

Eddie slipped his foot off her ankle and walked over to where her skating shoes were. The girl tried to stand up and escape but she couldn't, her ankle was already beginning to swell. Eddie grabbed one of the shoes and removed the safety band that covered the sharp metal blade.

She whimpered when she saw how he approached her with her shoe in hand, she knew what was going to happen to her. She had no escape, she was finished.

Eddie gripped the shoe tightly and landed the first blow on one of her legs, cutting her both clean and deep. He repeated his action several times with both legs, making sure not only to make her unable to walk for a long time, but also to leave marks for a lifetime.

When he was satisfied, eddie left the place with a smile and the sweet scent of her on his face.

[newwwwusername]

The Owl House - Hunter & Darius - Bad Things Happen Bingo Prompt : Loss of Hearing

@badthingshappenbingo

Warnings : Unknowing ableism from a parental figure (as in- getting snippy with someone over something that stemmed from their disability because you don't know they have a disability), references to past child abuse

Chronology : During the finale time skip

Headcanons : Hard of Hearing!Hunter, AuDHD!Hunter

Author's note : While I do have some very minor hearing loss, it's not nearly to the point where I would be considered Hard of Hearing or Deaf so if any of you are and I get anything wrong, feel free to comment any criticisms so I can do better in the future 🙏

Hunter never had the best of hearing from jump, much to Belos' annoyance, and it only got worse after a particularly bad incident in which Belos had sliced one of his ears. On top of the missing chunk of flesh, his hearing in that ear had also taken a bit of a beating since some of Belos' goop had gotten within his ear and punctured his ear drum.

As he got older, his hearing only grew worse and worse, which wasn't exactly ideal by any means, especially considering his constant need to be alert and attentive due to his duties as the Golden Guard.

But he wasn't the Golden Guard anymore, and Belos could no longer punish him for his hearing problems. However, that didn't make the fear go away.

So, when Darius got a bit annoyed at him over not doing the dishes while he was out- He'd asked Hunter to do them on his way out the door, but the blonde simply hadn't heard him- The boy was understandably a bit distressed.

"Hunter" Darius said a bit grumpily as he walked back into the living room where the boy was innocently playing a game on a human device known as a Game Boy Advance.

"Yes, Darius?" Hunter asked, immediately pausing his game and setting the device to the side. Darius' demeanor was one of someone who was disappointed, possibly even a bit mad, and Hunter had to swallow down his fear as he realized this.

"Why is the sink still full of dirty dishes?" Darius asked, annoyance clear. On a better day, he would've been more gentle, but he'd had a long day at work and really hadn't wanted to do the dishes when he got home, which is why he'd asked Hunter to do them before he left, but now he would have to do them anyway since it was too late for Hunter to do them at this point.

Hunter's heart sank. He didn't know Darius had wanted him to do the dishes. Was it just expected and this was another unspoken expectation he didn't know of or had his hearing failed him again? Either way, it didn't matter because Darius seemed pretty ticked off...

"I'm sorry" Hunter said, hoping it wasn't too obvious how his body had gone rigid. "I didn't know I was supposed to"

"I told you when I was leaving" Darius told him, still clearly annoyed. "Were you not paying attention?"

"I..." Hunter trailed off and swallowed thickly. The rational part of his brain knew Darius probably wouldn't beat him for saying this, but that fear never truly goes away. "I didn't hear you..."

"Sure, Hunter" Darius sighed. "Well, it's too late in the night for you to do it now anyway" he continued. "Just go to bed- And leave that damn video game machine out here"

"Yes, sir"

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By the next morning, Darius had mostly forgotten the whole ordeal but Hunter was still incredibly on edge.

"Hey, kid" Darius said from the kitchen as he made breakfast. Hunter had been intently watching him to make sure he didn't miss anything that was said, but Darius happened to be turned the other way in this particular moment. "Did you move the butter?" he asked.

When he got no response, he turned to the blonde with a slightly annoyed expression. Hunter swallowed. Oh no, he thought. I missed something and now he hates me and he's gonna disown me, and-

"Are you okay?" Darius asked, noticing how scared the kid looked.

"I'm sorry" Hunter said, and Darius swore tears were forming in the boy's eyes. He quickly dropped what he was doing and rushed over to the table to see what was going on with his kid. "I'm sorry. I'm not trying to ignore you"

"I didn't think you were" Darius soothed. "I know you have trouble paying attention sometimes, so-"

"No, that's not it" Hunter cut him off, internally cursing himself for speaking out of turn. Darius frowned.

"I'm all ears, kid" he told the boy. "What's going on?"

"My hearing is really bad" Hunter told him, his eyes shut tight as though he was expecting to be hit. Darius' frown deepened.

"Oh" he said. "Wait, why are you only telling me this now?"

"I didn't want you to get rid of me..."

"Why in Titan would I get rid of you for something like that!?"

"Belos would always get so mad at me for not hearing him" Hunter said and Darius felt anger boil under his skin, though not towards the kid. "I thought if I just paid close enough attention, it wouldn't ever have to come up and you wouldn't hate me for it" he explained. "But then I missed the dishes, and now whatever you just asked, and I..." he trailed off, tears beginning to spill from his eyes. "I've failed"

"Oh, Hunter..." Darius sighed. "Can I hug you?" he asked, getting a small nod in response. He wrapped his arms around the now-crying teenager and slowly rubbed his back in a soothing motion. "You haven't failed" he told the boy earnestly. "I'm sorry I was so harsh last night about the dishes. I didn't know"

"Sorry..."

"No, don't apologize" Darius told him. "I know now, so I'll make sure we're on the same page about everything from now on, okay?" A nod. "Hey, maybe we can even try to learn sign language together"

"You don't hate me?"

"Of course not" Darius replied, hugging the grimwalker just a bit tighter. "I could never hate you, Hunter"

"Oh..." the blonde muttered. "Oh" he said again, only his tone was far different this time. Darius began to smell smoke. "I think breakfast is burning"

"Oh, shit"

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[teecupangel]

from @fanworldbuildingfun:

A not so small, early Monday thing

Apparently, you can survive the Gallows. It wasn’t even that odd a thing. It was just not normally spoken of, for various reasons ranging from legal (no idea how to treat person), to political (fear of punishment no longer being a deterrent)

This, I propose: Desmond ends up in Firenze, but too late to stop the Auditore execution. Just after the scirmish Ezio started in fact. Auditore were already being taken down, in all the mess that resulted, and normally that would have been it, as far as Desmond knew

Except… They still glowed important-golden in his vision. Now, it can be all of them or, as I was initially mulling over, only Petruccio. So Desmond steals him away, and has to quickly find a place where they would be safe l, while the guards are in high alert. This means, he can’t reunite Petruccio with his family at once

As a result, Desmond also misses the window of opportunity to get himself and Petruccio out of Firenze. Which turns out a good thing, as not only Petruccio’s recovery has been slow, but was followed by a bout of sickness. Petruccio simply didn’t have a strong immune system, and the stress of Gallows made that even worse

So Desmond was stuck taking care of him. More, perhaps, than he would have otherwise - as he did not have a constant, reliable access to a medic. Which, at one point he deemed a good thing - after the one he consulted recommended a healing that, even to Desmond’s not-medic, basic knowledge, was Bad (think lead or mercury, or even bloodletting)

It takes time. But Petruccio gets better. Better than Desmond ever remembered seeing him, in fact (and doesn’t matter if it’s due to modern-ish treatments, or Isu bull). That, and the kid turned out to be fun to be around. Smart. Inquisitive sometimes, perhaps, too much so. Or may e Desmond just wanted someone to share the things he learned with

By the time they manage to leave Firenze safely, though, the main line if ACII is almost over

In fact… Desmond brings Petruccio to Monteriggioni just after Ezio finished collecting the feathers

…and not long after Ezio has heard Minerva’s message in Rome

teecup Additions:

We never did find out what was Petruccio’s illness but I always headcanon’ed it as something like a compromised immune system because of how he’s described to be ‘bedridden’ a lot but we do see him leave the house before.

Desmond could just go ‘fuck it’ and start giving Petruccio healthy food and boiled plants with medicinal properties and it would start to work because what Petruccio was lacking was the vitamins to help boost his immune system. Desmond has no idea what was working and he’s just gonna chalk it up to clean water and clean food. XD

Oh man, the reunion would be awkward as hell too. Like, the Auditores would be so happy to see Petruccio but they would definitely be sus of Desmond.

Not to mention, Desmond would realize what was going to happen next because Ezio knows who he is and he’s still wearing Altaïr’s Armor and that means Cesare will be attacking them soon.

So Monteriggioni will be saved by Desmond’s warning and Mario wouldn’t die.

But this would complicate things even further because now everyone thinks either Desmond is a spy or he had inside information about the Borgias which makes him dangerous.

Except Ezio who believes that Minerva’s words were meant for Desmond and, if Desmond was here, this meant that Desmond was some kind of divine being meant to save the world.

(Cue Ezio starting a Desmond worshipping cult with Petruccio as his co-founder? XD)

[villianousrexx]

If you're interested in a DND aligned fantasy romance, check out The Church of the Returned!

All writing here is mine and mine alone, and does not originate from AI.

The prologue is behind the cut :]

738 AW (after war)

"Will this guide him true?" a squirrel chattered nervously. The owl looked down at him with seeing eyes, stretching her wings to imitate thoughtfulness. She looked at the large stone building, through the gaudy window, and at the teenaged tiefling. The owl could see him clearly through the foliage of the tree they sat in, one of the many reasons she loved this form so dearly. She felt the wind gently press her feathers against her form.

"Ideally." She said curtly. She was willing to deal with Aurom long enough to guide the boy, but otherwise…

"He should wake up by now… Does he even know how to travel?" He was moving to wring his hands together, quite the feat in his current form.

She wished to taste squirrel.

"Regina, can you hear me-"

"I can hear you." She growled. Covers rustled as the boy's eyes fluttered open, face twisting into a grimace.

"Oh- he's awake…" The tiefling- no, the Heir- flung a pack onto his bed, searching his room for things to put in it. His claws looked too heavy for his hands as he grabbed a few books and a knife.

"Does he know what to pack?" Regina didn't answer. The sun had yet to rise, yet she listened intently for movement around the house. The large manor kept creepily silent, to Regina's pride. She cast something minor to ensure the help would wake up late but checking never hurt.

The Heir seemed to abandon his pack - Did she make him too anxious to leave? - instead rushing out the door into the corridor. Without a level of magic, he certainly would have alerted multiple staff members.

"If you're so worried, why don't you follow him?" She kept bloodlust from her voice as best she could, but the squirrel seemed frightened.

"Right-" He scampered down the tree.

There was a storm brewing inside the Heir's head. He stomped down familiar family corridors, whipping his tail and shaking his head. A handful of thoughts ran over and over in his mind-

If he stays trapped, he can fight. If he can fight, he'll fight me. If I fight, I die.

Aurom could smell the anger, sweet as panic, emanating from the tiefling. The boy didn't realize he was being followed. Why did we even choose him? Regret panged in the small squirrel's chest as his little claws scraped against the stone.

If it stays trapped, it can fight. If it can fight, it'll fight me. If I fight, I die. Regina did well, the Heir's nightmare lasted him well through waking hours. The dream showed him what could have happened- The Guard fighting and winning against a treacherous opponent, healing just well enough to kill the Heir. Sweat beaded on the teifling's forehead as he neared the dungeons.

If it stays trapped, it can fight. If it can fight, it'll fight me. If I fight, I die.

The wooden door slammed against the stone wall before Gabriel stomped through the dungeons, pale from fear. He had never been this close to the devil of a creature. Most of the cells were empty, save for the very last one. Gabriel could feel its presence, the air suffocatingly damp. Is this really necessary?

A flash of red glistened before him, moonlight slicing in from adjacent cells. Bricks laid where a window used to be.

Gabriel forced himself to meet the cell bars before standing frozen, peering at the human. The human looked back with eyes that seemed to sparkle crimson. It was curled in the corner, sleeping with only its body heat to keep it warm.

Red blood spattered against the cell walls, a constant reminder of what Gabriel has seen this creature do. He didn't want to think of it.

His hands felt numb, static flowing down to his claws as he flexed his fingers. The human raised to its feet- Gabriel was sure it was much taller than it was, but… The human's head reached about Gabriel's shoulders. Moonlight shone through golden hair as the creature stepped forward. Its eyes carried no bloodlust, they held nothing at all. Any trace of a soul it might have once had had been long since beaten from the thing. It looked as if he could kill Gabriel where he stood if it wanted to.

Before Gabriel could second-guess himself, the cell's lock was shredded. The pain of dragging his claws against the metal shook his fear.

The human stretched a lithe hand through the bars, throwing aside the broken lock and pushing open the cell door. The creature was beautiful like the euphoria of adrenaline or the bright light one sees as one dies.

"T-Thomas." Gabriel stuttered its name, fear open and exposed. The human cocked its head at attention. Gabriel took a breath.

"We're leaving." Gabriel huffed, gaining enough composure to be angry once more. Thomas looked around, not noticing when Gabriel turned tail and started to walk away.

Gabriel stopped.

"Are you dumb? We're leaving." He grabbed the human's wrist, pulled the boy along, and rushed to the armory.

"Regina, this is impossible for this boy to do- he's barely mature enough to dress himself each morning-" He was itching to get out of this form.

"If you thought Gabriel was not right to be Heir, you should have said so. The decision has been made." She hissed. The humanoid pair passed under them, the tiefling dragging the human behind him.

"Will the human kill the Heir? What if-"

"If anything, the Heir will kill the human. We can't have that happen, because… Well, you were right. Gabriel does not know how to travel. That deadly human-" Regina gestured with an outstretched wing, "does. That is your answer."

Aurom fidgeted. In a flash, Regina grabbed the squirrel by the neck between her talons. He squealed in protest.

"Let us hope death does not visit us today."

Aurom squirmed in her grasp. She constricted against the small mammal, forcing him to go limp before she took off after the traveling pair.

[flowerxguts]

@ashthedrawer here’s a little bit of background on Damien and his family relations!

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Early life:

Damien was born into a lower-middle class family with a presumed, but unconfirmed, history of mental illness. For unknown reasons his father (possibly Eliza’s too, possibly not) left when he was barely two years old. This left Damien in soul care of his mother, Lydia, and his older sister, Elizabeth (Eliza).

The family lived in a decently sized home in the outskirts of the small, Northern town, Edenburrow, of the now-radioactive seventy-first sector.

Damien doesn’t recall much from this period in his life, only a few details, such as not being allowed outside much, especially around other kids due to his very conservative, overprotective mother. He reminisces on his once-close relationship to his sister, as she was his only constant companion close in age.

Though his memories are vague and few, Damien still feels a strong connection to his late mother, persistent about how loving and caring she was towards him.

When Damien was nine he walked in on his sister murdering their mother with a kitchen knife. He knew they would fight occasionally, hearing yelling late at night, but knew better than to speak up, and often attempted successfully to drown the noise out. Eliza was not gentle, but it was impossible to believe their usual disagreements would become violent to such a degree.

The neighbors alerted to cops via radio before he ever walked in. Damien admits he did not run, shock freezing any of his survival skills, as he watched his mothers last breaths. Eliza took notice to him quickly, almost immediately crouching to his height to comfort him. She attempted to snap him out of his daze, convincing him to get some things packed, that they were leaving. She resorted to begging soon after, swearing things to him like “I had to do it”, “we weren’t safe with her”, “I was protecting you. This was for you.”

Damien was taken into state custody after his sister was incarcerated, as he had no other family. He testified against Elizabeth at the trial, despite the fact it wrong. He never looked his sister in the eyes after the event, knowing he would feel sympathetic and hatred all at once. Damien was moved around a few foster homes before beginning to be exclusively placed in groups homes as he neared his teenage years.

His mother:

In Damien’s eyes, his mother was someone who loved both him and Eliza unconditionally. She was a saint in her own right who did nothing but love. He adored her to no end and could never understand why his sister did it. He swears he’d never seen his mother wrong her in anyway, recalling his few childhood memories quite fondly. His mother and Eliza would fight occasionally at night, yes, but most arguments would be started by Eliza, who has always exhibited a more hostile nature.

Elizabeth did prove mentally unstable in court, earning her an insanity plea that saved her from a life in prison, but caused her to be locked in a psychiatric ward for all of her formative years. It is unknown whether she gained her damaged psyche through years of her mothers abuse or if she had been born unstable.

Eliza claims on her encounters with Damien that their mother was a manically depressed, devoted catholic with no control over her emotions. She was abusive to both of them in a way that endangered their lives. Elizabeth claims that numerous encounters between her and her mother occurred in which she would comment on how she never wanted them, only keeping them alive because of Gods word. Elizabeth states she feared for her and Damien’s lives some nights due to their mothers sporadic outbursts of physicality. She justifies her actions via promising Damien they were not safe in that house and needed to escape.

She begs Damien to realize that he altered his memories of their childhood due to the trauma. Eliza believes wholeheartedly that the memories Damien created are nothing more than fantasies to soothe himself because he’s unable to face the truth.

Damien swears in Gods name that he is telling the truth about his mother, that she was kind and good, but deep down he truly doesn’t know if he’s right. He tries to believe that Eliza’s damaged mental state is the reason she tells him these things, that she’s only trying to manipulate him further. But in reality, her explanation pieces together why his few childhood memories are so vague.

It’s permanently unknown whether or not Eliza was twisting the story to justify her actions or if it is true that Damien had unknowingly altered his memories due to how traumatized he was.

[milascenta]

5th of July 22:12

I'm so glad you had a great birthday, it sounded so fun. I'm glad I could be a part of it just a little bit. Its so cool that song gets used in places, its sweet it made you think of me. Of course I would hand write you a note, you hand wrote me one on christmas, and that was very sweet of you too. You looked so beautiful for your birthday, both night and day. Omg those boots are so cool too, so goth and so cowboy. They do look comfy, maybe you were just born to be a goth cowgirl hehe. Of course you had to have a tiara, you're the birthday girl. I hope they presented it to you on like a small decorated pillow, and kneeling like "my liege" hehe. It makes me smile to know you have people around you that care for you like that, take you to your favourite places and get you top tier krispy kremes too haha. I've had the reece's pieces one, so fucking decadent haha. I need to try the biscoff one too. Maybe a crime that I haven't tried biscoff biscuits or the spread before 0.0 hahaha. Maybe I'm getting old but too much sugar and I can hear my teeth scream at me hahaha. I hope you had a good sleep afterwards.

I know you were feeling iffy about celebrating with everything that happened but I'm glad you still let yourself relax a little and have fun. He was celebrating with you, I hope you know that. He'll always be.

I'm sorry I haven't posted for a while. I've been pretty brain foggy and my sleep is just, oof haha. I'm trying to do little things to slowly change my habits. I'm not trying to force change but become more aware of my actions and habits and change them slowly. I read that forcing change can sometimes lead you more into your bad habits and thats definitely what I've been experiencing, then I just get more depressed because I feel like I've failed and continue a cycle. My sleep is just waking up feeling exhausted then not being able to do much and then oversleeping, which is getting in the way of things. But I've been making small changes like doing things when I'm a awake (surprise) but not caring what time that is, so I do my washing late in the afternoon and have is dry over night instead of during the day for example. Just trying not to beat myself up for existing really. I seem to do that a lot tbh. I do need to make my doctor appointments though, they're really important and I've been stupid with them. But I should have the first lined up soon. Streaming is really fun but if feel too brain foggy then it feels like a chore which sucks, but that will change with time. I thought I could stream like everyday but thats not realistic for me right now, doing it once a week when I feel good makes more sense. I still have heaps of ideas thats I've been writing down too. I have my vods saved so don't worry if they leave twitch. (the last one was like 13.4 gbs which is insane) I've been getting more things sorted out too like alerts. I'll continue with Cyberpunk, like I said it is one of my all time favourite games. I agree the music, the voice acting is superb, just all the sound design is so well done. How it conveys a constant dense dystopian futuristic feel is so well done. I'm also thinking tormenting myself with the only up rage game haha, sounds fun. And of course I'll return back to tentacle man soon.

Omg I love Beach House, Space Song is my favourite by them. I'm glad at least talking can make you feel a bit more comfort, I wish I could do more, but I'll keep up with this if helps.

"Breathe, release it all Come on now, I'll keep you warm"

[mech-a-nical]

Cold Murder

Composition: Monochrome

Word Count: 1774

Character Focus: Malson Knight | Nu Ivern | Amaya Dagua Ivern

Misunderstandings come deadly

Love came in wings, now sharp in jealousy

╍ Shadows curled themselves above the snow in the ground, licking their way closer to him in familiarity. A familiarity that burned through Nu when he saw the man standing outside the door of his house. Burned, despite the constant cold of the Wintry Court, Nu could feel his anger awaken as he looked at Malson and restrained himself from summoning his sword, especially not with Danien held in his arms.

Remembering his youngest son, he shifts his hold to one arm and twists his body, hoping he could block Danien from Malson’s view. Danien makes no sound as he continues to stare at the winged man. Nu’s movement drags Malson’s attention down to the child in his arms, before his eyes flick back up, and those eyes drive Nu breathless as he is once again faced with those same emotionless eyes that once claimed to not know him despite his pleading. He presses Danien closer to his body, and hopes that Amaya keeps Markus and Marite from view as well.

“...a child, you have a child”.

It’s been so long since he last heard his voice, but there is no warmth from either of them. Nu remembered that tone well, remembering from that day they rounded up the Wintry Members, with Malson leading the militia. He stood in front of Nu like at that moment, face hardened and wings posed for flight at any moment, Nu would not have been surprised if Malson had Wintry ancestry.

Even though it hurt and pulled at Nu to see Malson again, it was years too late. He had a wife, and three children. He had moved on, and if Malson had come years earlier, Nu might have listened, might have reconciled, but not now.

“Leave, Malson. Go back from where you came from.”

Malson narrowed his eyes at him, and it felt as if the shadows had expanded, muting the bright white snow, as if the shadows that had been crawling near him had enveloped Nu completely.

“I tried to save the both of us.”

Malson took a step forward, and Nu felt the urge to take a step back, but remained with his feet planted firmly as he faced up to Malson.

“Saved us? I left the Wintry Court to be saved, and you took that away. Saved us? As Commander, you could have proved my innocence.”

Another step forward, closer to Nu.

“As Commander, they would have taken my position if they claimed conspiracy. As Commander, I could protect you through the Carnage Forest. As Commander, I gave you refuge in the Luminescence Court.”

Malson raised a hand to cup the side of Nu’s neck in an inappropriately intimate gesture that he no longer had a right to do. A sheet of ice was what he touched instead, and when he turned a shocked glance back at Nu, he saw Nu glaring at him as he had made use of his powers to protect his skin.

Malson retracted his hand, and it was a quiet staredown, as Malson shuttered his expression and Nu became increasingly agitated. The tension started to grab at their bodies, and Nu opened his mouth to tell Malson anything that might make him leave, when his heart plummeted at the voice of his wife.

“Is there something wrong?”

Hands took Danien from Nu’s arm, and he turned around slowly, eyes wide in fear as he looked at Amaya. She held Danien, and he could see her looking at him and Malson, then back at him with worry and trepidation. He could see Markus and Marite peeking from behind their mother, and Nu sucked in a breath when he heard rapid movement coming from Malson.

Snapping his head back towards Malson again, he summoned his sword to parry Malson’s own.

“Malson!”

Nu knew that he would not be able to hold his own for long going against a Commander. He needed to keep Malson’s attention on him until his children escaped safely. He knew Amaya would be able to keep them safe, and she might be able to alert the Wintry Militia, but he needed to hold off long enough.

Malson reared back and swung again, and Nu moved to block, but the strength behind the collision left Nu staggering backwards, and as he stabilized himself, Nu threw a glance over his shoulder and saw Amaya ushering the kids to a window she had opened.

Raising his sword, Nu was about to charge when shadows shot through the house and blocked any exits like barbed wire, including the opened window and door, and he could hear the surprised screams. He extended his own free hand to create an ice barrier to separate Malson and himself from his family.

As Malson stepped inside the house, he looked at Nu as if he was stupid, and with a bored expression, extended his wings and flailed them, and as he stopped them mid flail, the end of the wings were pointed towards Amaya, as black feathears shot out, and Nu could see as them slowly morphed to have a shaper tip. Nu could only throw ice attack after ice attack, attempting to slow them down if not break them before they could reach her.

While many of the sharpened feathers were aimed at the ice barrier to break it, one singular feather was sent straight for Amaya’s neck, and as she used a water defence, and moved to duck out of the way, the feather moved faster.

It cut through her neck, her throat, and disintegrated as soon as it escaped from the other side, leaving behind a clean path.

Horrified screams filled the air as Amaya’s body fell to the ground with a thump. Her eyes fluttered, and Nu could feel himself dropping his sword as he ran towards her body. He knelt beside her, picking her up from the floor to cradle her against his chest, running a hand through her hair and down her face. He forgot about Malson at that moment.

He felt a small body throw itself onto his side, and could hear Marite's sobs as she clung to him, burrowing her face on his shirt and her little hands clutching it tightly. Her body trembled, and her hair fell like a black curtain around her head, covering the view of her mother if she were to raise her head back up.

Looking to the side and over Marite's head, Nu could see Markus holding Danien, could see blue eyes stare horrified at the body of his mother but remain quiet with his mouth opened in disbelief. Markus had tucked Danien's face against the crook of his neck to shield the baby from seeing the corpse.

Footsteps approached Nu as he and Markus made eye contact, before Nu's eyes slid to his right, where he met black armour covered legs. He slowly moved his head up, it almost felt mechanical, janky, as if a weight was pressed around his neck, trying to stop him from raising his head. Legs shifted to the stomach, then torso, neck and finally black eyes met Nu's.

Nu lets out a sob, dropping Amaya back to the floor and gathering Marite into his arms. He flicks his wrist slightly and sends shards of glass towards Malson’s face. Shadows wrapped around the shards before they could reach his face, and they broke into a shower of ice dust.

Malson looked at Nu with vitriol as he swung his sword backward, the blade pointing diagonally at Nu’s chest as he brought his arm back, and then forward in a sharp thrust, sinking the blade though Nu’s soft skin and tense muscles. He continued moving his arm forward, making sure the blade passed through his chest, but in his tunnel vision, he forgot where Marite stood.

Her screams broke his focus on Nu, and Malson looked away from the blood dripping from Nu’s wound and mouth to see the girl. Both Nu and Malson saw the blade inserted into her own chest. Her face was white, and her chest rose in rapid bursts as her breathing picked up. Tears were falling down her face, and as Malson stared at her face with wide eyes, he saw the resemblance between father and daughter.

With gritted teeth, he yanked the sword out of both of them. Blood spurted out, and Nu fell to the floor sideways, following the path the sword had taken. He took Marite with him to the floor, and he gathered her into his arms as they slowly bled out into a guaranteed death.

He turned swiftly around when he felt hands pull at his armour, and without seeing, he sunk the blade into the new body. Wide blue eyes stared up at him, both of their mouths falling open as they saw each other. The same face that he had just seen bleeding out stared back at him; although this face was more youthful, younger, childish. Dead.

With a strangled scream, Malson shoves the sword further into the young boy before ripping it out again. Shadows wrapped around the baby that had been in the boy’s arms to prevent it from falling as the boy’s arm dropped and he tilted backwards, eyes blown wide open that stared up at the ceiling, unseeing.

Malson lowered his sword, point to the floor as he stared around himself. Four corpses and an oddly quiet baby. A baby he could not kill, but a baby he had to get rid of nonetheless. It was fortunate he had made sure to keep his night free, as he stepped around the corpse of the boy to walk out the door, the shadows he had used to cage the family in, retreating back to him as he stepped out the door onto the snowy outside.

Sheathing his sword, he held the baby in his arms as he spread his wings and took flight to the sky. It would only be a matter of time before the curse took hold and he would not be able to use his wings anymore, so he had to make the trip quickly. Take the baby to the Tempest Court and then hide away.

The Courts may not be in total alliance, but they would join together to take off his head, and Malson was set to deny them that satisfaction. The Courts would talk once they found the bodies, and with his disappearance they would know it was him, but the knowledge would be the only thing they would have in the end.

“Did you hear? A Wintry family was killed…but they only found the parent's corpses."

[vocesincaput]

[ CHECK ] ( caleb & abe — maybe he got the signal but found out abe was injured or smth )

even more injury memes

Abraham was always careful. Did his best to keep to himself and work on his farm but always listening out for anything. Interjecting with his father (and other things) when the need would arise whilst keeping an ear out for anything that was going on.

He hadn't done anything to raise anyone's suspicion that he wasn't loyal to the crown.

Or so he had thought.

Late one night, Abraham was walking back from the inn when a group of 4 British soldiers approached him. Cornering him out of the way behind a building and beginning to hurl accusations of treachery and betrayal to the crown. Despite Abe's protests, the men became more vocal before they began to physically attack him. Assaulting him for some time until one of the men pulled out a gun and shot him in the abdomen. The sound of the gun firing alerting multiple people nearby who came rushing with their own weapons.

Once the soldiers were restrained and taken away, Abe had been taken straight to the doctor, his father being alerted. Whilst Abe was being see to by the doctor and surgeon, his father went to Hewlett. Demanding justice for the accusations and assault on his son. As the soldiers could give no evidence to support why they had done what they had, Hewlett ordered them to be court martialled and held prisoner until it could be done.

Once the doctor and surgeon had done what they could, Abraham was taken to his home so that Mary could keep watch and look after him. Both the doctor and surgeon to pay frequent visits.

Because of the assault and the suspicions of the men, Hewlett ordered that Setauket be held in an almost lockdown. No one was allowed to leave or go anywhere unaccompanied. People were questioned and the entire town was under constant watch and scrutiny.

Several weeks passed and Anna hadn't been able to make contact with Caleb at all. Having to stay constantly appeasing the soldiers at the inn and those within her home.

It was almost a month later, with Abe still being in bed at his home, not having woken properly even once, that Anna was able to hang the black petticoat one night. Having left something in the barn purposely earlier that day so that she would have an excuse to go there to retrieve it when she remembered at night.

After the sun had long gone down, Anna made her way to the barn. Convincing the soldier that had been ordered to accompany her that she would only be a few moments, thanking him for being so concerned for her safety, she slipped inside. Looking around for Caleb for a few moments before seeing him.

"I don't have long..." She began in a whisper, glancing to the barn door and then back to Caleb. "All of Setauket is under constant watch. Abraham, he... he was attacked. I... I don't know his condition," she had to pause for a moment as her voice wavered briefly. "But he hasn't been seen outside his home in almost a month. I've invited Mary up to the house for an hour, to see how he and she are. To give her supplies for Abe's care. I don't know how under watch his house might be, but you..." Anna inhaled sharply and stopped speaking when she heard the soldiers voice from outside the door.

"I'm alright, just look.... found it! I just needed your words of encouragement to help me think clearly." She stated, reaching over to pick up the item she had hidden behind a barrel in the day. Looking back to Caleb again. "I have to go..." Anna tried to give a smile but it wavered as she made her way to the barn door and slipped out.

At Abrahams house, Mary was sat beside their bed and wiping his forehead with a damp cloth to sooth her husbands slumber. Telling herself that he was only sleeping. Having not long changed the bandages around his abdomen, Mary pulled the blanket up from his waist to cover him properly. Running a gentle hand over his still slightly bruised chest and over his cheek.

Wiping a tear from her eye, she stood and leant forward to kiss his lips before stepping away from the bed to ease their sleeping son up from his cot and quietly leaving the house to make her way up to Anna's.

Abraham now all alone in his home.

[angryschnauzer]

Feels Like Home

Summary: Now 6 months pregnant, you’ve spent the week staying at your parents house whilst your home bathroom is remodelled under your husband Henry’s supervision, the reunion at the end of the week is truly welcomed. 

Part 8 of my Rugby Teacher Henry Series (previous parts can be found on my masterlist or AO3)

Fandom: Henry Cavill

Pairing: Rugby Teacher Henry x Female Teacher Reader Wife (no body type or race specified)

Wordcount: 2556

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Pregnancy, stripping, fondling in public, horny Henry, stripping, accidental facial dick slaps, bath sex, unprotected sex, premature ejaculation, small refractory period, fingering, clitoral stimulation, breast play, nipple stimulation.

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Feels Like Home

The playground was complete and utter chaos. The kids in your class were completely crazy at the prospect of going on the field trip to the activity farm and petting zoo, but right now you needed them to calm the hell down so you could count them onto the bus the school had hired for the trip.

“Class… Class please, quieten down!”

Your voice was drowned out by the sound of fifty over excited six and seven year olds, and that’s when you heard it.

“COMBAT LINES AT THE READY!”

The voice sent a shiver down your spine and put an immediate smile on your face, turning to see your husband Henry walking into the playground and smiling at the kids in front of you. 

The last week had been tough for you. You’d spent it at your parents house as the bathroom in your cottage with Henry had been refitted, so rather than have to haul your now six month pregnancy bump up and down the stars ten times a night to the shower room off of the kitchen that you’d installed to cope with Henry’s rugby playing, you’d upped sticks and chose to stay with your parents whilst Henry enjoyed a week of not being woken up by your constant tossing and turning. That leads onto why he was joining the staff on the field trip, having offered to be an additional helper so you wouldn’t have to spend the entire day on your feet. His own classes at the high school had now entered study leave ahead of their GCSE exams, so he was a free agent. It had also meant he had started an after school club at your school where he would teach general athletics and a way to tire out the more energetic kids on a friday afternoon. His call out motto that he’d just shouted, and even the kids that didn’t take the class followed the ones that did and within a minute they were all standing in neat lines and in utter silence.

Soon the kids were safely on the bus in their assigned seats, the other teachers running through the safety tips and how the 30 minute ride to the farm was going to go. As you approached the steps you found Henry was directly behind you, and as you lifted your foot onto the first step up you had to suppress the squeal as he splayed both of his huge hands over your ample behind;

“Let me help you up there Mrs Cavill”

He practically launched you up the two other steps, causing you to try and bat his hands away before any of the eagle eyed students saw, instead just the head teacher caught onto what he’d just done, hiding her smile behind her clipboard as she called down the bus for the kids to get settled. As the pair of you settled in seats towards the front Henry pulled his arm around your shoulders;

“So, ready to come home tonight?”

You turned and looked at him in shock;

“The builders are done already?”

He grinned and nodded;

“Yup. Finished late last night, i’ve hired a cleaning maid to get rid of all the dust and make it completely polished by the time we get back this afternoon”

You excitedly shuffle danced in your seat, Henry laughing as you pregnant belly jiggled;

“I’ll make sure the bath is full by the time you get up the stairs”

-

The school trip was exhausting, but the kids absolutely loved it. Covered in dust, straw, and a sheen of sticky melted ice cream, they were quiet on the bus ride back to school, some even falling asleep as the bus was stuck in traffic. By the time you arrived back at school the parents were waiting and it was a rush to get everyone off and handed over to their grown ups, and by the time the last child had left all you wanted to do was sit down.

“Are you ready to leave?” Henry asked as he carried all the additional supplies into school the staff had taken on the trip

“I’ve got to prep the classroom for Monday, but it should only be 30 minutes. You head home, no need to wait around”

He dumped the bags in the office before turning to you and wrapping his long arms around your expanding waistline;

“I’ll wait, i walked here this morning so i can drive you home, i missed you this week”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before you sighed and wriggled from his grasp, waddling off to your classroom to set out the reading books and pencil pots for after the weekend. 

-

By the time you were close to finishing prepping for the following week your ankles were swollen and you felt ready to drop. Henry saw you were suffering and without a word steered you to your chair as he told you he would finish up, you just needed to instruct him.

"So each table needs workbooks?"

"Yeah, and the copies of animal worksheets"

You watched as your husband carefully made his way around the room, his giant stance making him seem like Gulliver setting up a classroom in Lilliput. You couldn't help but to giggle which caught his attention;

"What's tickling your knickers?" He asked

"Just finding it comical how huge you look compared to the tiny chairs and desks, Gulliver and his Lilliput classroom"

Henry finished stocking the tables and sauntered over to you, a smirk on his face;

"Didn't they tie him down in that movie?"

Raising an eyebrow you returned his smirk;

"You want me to tie you down?"

"Only if you sit on my face" He pressed a kiss to your lips before helping you to your feet.

"Well i need a shower… or bath first, before we do that… a day waddling around a farm and i'm ripe"

As he steered you out of the classroom he rested a hand on your stomach;

"Mmmm ripe"

Laughing you swatted at his arm;

"Keep it under control Cavill"

He held the car door open for you he swatted your ass;

"Just get in the car woman, i've missed you this week, gotta make up for lost time, need to empty my balls before they burst"

Rolling your eyes you stretched the seatbelt across you before tucking it under and above your bump. You'd missed him too, so much. 

-

You sipped on a cool glass of lemonade as Henry unloaded the car, before carrying your things into the kitchen and pressing a kiss to your cheek;

“I’m going to start running your bath, back down in a second”

You heard him take the stairs two at a time, before the telltale sound of water running. By the time he returned you’d finished your drink, pushing yourself to stand before he suddenly lifted you bridal style into his arms;

“HENRY! Put me DOWN!”

“Nope”

“You are going to do yourself an injury! Or drop me!”

“Not if you stop wriggling, i can hip thrust more than you and bump weigh, and i’m upping my weights so i can do it right up until you’re a full 9 months”

You knew full well he could bench press a ridiculous amount of weights, same with hip thrusts that you may or may not - you totally did - have watched repeatedly when he’d posted it on his instagram. You clung to him nervously as he carried you up the stairs before he grinned at you;

“Close your eyes”

You did as he asked before he pushed the door to the new bathroom open with his foot and gently set you down;

“Okay, you can open them now”

You were completely in awe of the stunning job Henry had coordinated on the bathroom, gone were the floral 90s tiles and avocado coloured bath, now it was clean white tiles with aged wooden accents, a pristine enormous bath with a separate double shower on the opposite wall;

“Oh Henry… its… amazing” you couldn’t even help it as you burst into tears, pregnancy hormones becoming completely overwhelming. 

Henry wrapped his arms around your stomach as he stood behind you, and it was only when your dress dropped to the floor did you realise he’d been unbuttoning you. Your bra was next to go, before he hooked his fingers into your knickers and pulled them down your legs. Taking your hand he helped you into the bath, passing you a glass of champagne;

“Henry, i can’t drink that”

“It's non-alcoholic. Now sit back and let me switch the bubbles on”

“Bubbles?”

He pressed a button on the side of the bath near the taps and suddenly you were surrounded by therapeutic spa bubble jets;

“Ohhh…”

You rested your head back and let them play over your aching body, before you peeked and saw that Henry was undressing.

“Joining me?”

“In a moment, i’m going to shower first”

“Ooooh a drink and a show” you winked making him laugh.

For two solid minutes you gratuitously watched Henry shower, admiring how the new shower screen stayed fog free giving you a unhindered view of his naked body covered in soapy bubbles. You even let out a disappointed grunt when he shut the water off, only to be able to watch as he stepped out dripping wet and sauntered towards you. You could barely keep your eyes still, the feast before you one adonis would have envied; from his wide shoulders and thick chest down to his thick muscled thighs, but the crowning glory was his heavy thick cock that swung between his legs, growing a little fuller as he watched you watching him;

“Like what you see?”

You reached out and softly cupped his heavy sack now that he was within reach;

“Hmmm, yes very full”

“Scoot forwards, let me slip in behind you”

Doing as he said, the water sloshed around as you moved forwards, getting quite the view as Henry swung his leg over the side to get in just as you turned your head, the wet slap of his heavy dick against your face resulting in a ‘whoops’ as Henry slid ungracefully into the bath behind you followed by a good five minutes of giggles. 

When you had both eventually calmed down Henry had wrapped his arms around your torso, his legs either side of your hips and so was effectively caging you in. If felt so good to be completely surrounded by him as you rested your head back against his shoulder;

“I missed this”

“Me too” he softly nuzzled at the side of your head, pressing a kiss to your earlobe as he hands found your breasts and he hummed out an appreciative moan; “Oh these are getting bigger”

“Henry… they’re tender, please be gentle”

“I will babe, I will”

His massive handspan was starting to struggle to encompass your growing breasts, but as he softly cradled them and worked his warm palms over them you could feel your arousal growing. When he dared to carefully caress your nipples you let out a moan, your back arching as you pushed them into his touch;

“Oh Henry”

“Do you like that? You want more?”

You paused for a moment as you found your voice;

“I want you Henry… I need you inside me…”

Henry quickly moved his hands, gripping your hips and thighs just to lift you a little as he angled his hips beneath you, his hardened length seeking out your core like a heat seeking missile. When he breached your body and let you slowly sink down onto his fat dick he was the one to let out a low rumble;

“Oh god… that feels like home…” he grunted a couple of times as he tried to control himself, before letting out a string of curses; “Oh. Oh god… OH. Fuck fuck, so fucking tight, oh shit…”

You had to cling to the sides of the bath as you suddenly felt him buck beneath you, the telltale feeling of him cumming in you as he cursed between strangled cries, before he wrapped his arms around your torso and lay back, letting you rest against his chest as he lost control of his loins and filled you with his creamy seed. 

He let out a shaky breath Henry rested his forehead against your shoulder;

“Fuck. I’m so sorry”

Curling your arm above you, you cradled the back of his head, before gently taking his other hand and pushing it to the juncture of your thighs;

“Don’t be… but i’m close Henry…”

As his fingers dived through your folds to seek out your clit, you could still feel his shaft within you, semi hard and swollen, filling your tight walls and plugging his spend deep within you. You felt the rumble in his chest as he circled your clit in tight circles, knowing exactly what you liked after all the years you’d been together. His lips brushed against your neck as he never relented on his clitoral attack, just as his free hand found its way to your breasts, gentleness forgotten as he pawed at your swollen globes, pinching your sensitive nipples. It was all too much stimulation and you came with a cry, your walls gripping and squeezing him so tight he almost gurgled his moan, a litany of curses following that were the soundtrack to your orgasm.

You both sat there in the bubbly water in the afterglow of your mutual bliss, before you shifted and you felt that Henry was now fully hard again;

“Hen!”

“I can’t help it my love… your cunt is like a vice, and i haven’t had it in a week” he smoothed his hands over your swollen belly; “C’mon, time to get out, i need to bend you over and rail you from behind for a good twenty minutes before we order some dinner”

At the mention of dinner you were already pulling yourself up and out of the bath, Henry laughing as you wallowed around and went to grab a towel.

“No no, no towels, i want you wet and slippery”

Giggling you entered the bedroom and stopped in your tracks, letting out a gasp as you looked around. Henry had not only decorated the room with strings of fairy lights and fake ivy to give it a woodland feel, he’d assembled the small bedside crib and filled it with Peter Rabbit toys;

“Oh Henry, its beautiful!”

Wrapping his arms around you he rested his chin on your shoulder, swaying his body against your own;

“So are you. Now get on the bed, i need to defile your body in this little woodland glade”

You turned and raised an eyebrow as he laughed;

“I found your book you’d been reading at night; ‘A Woodland Romance’... i never knew those girly fantasy books were so spicy”

You cupped his cheek;

“Well now you know… c’mon…” you grabbed his hand and walked him to the bed; “Time to do things it’ll give Peter Rabbit nightmares”

“Mmmm…” he grinned and his eyes turned a little darker with lust. 

You weren’t sure you could be any more in love with this man than you already were, but in that moment you fell for him even more.