#known her since we were like 3 and 4 and i miss her every day thank you to sleep token for giving me this opportunity

[jrueships]

im going into my new work tomorrow, first time ever😐

[copia]

my dutch friend's response to me getting st tickets in amsterdam and trying to combine it with a long-overdue meetup in the middle of november

[justmeinadaze]

Don't Be So Hard (Steddie X Plus Size You)

"Don't be so hard on yourself The name of the game is humiliation, And thanks for your admiration. I never thought I'd say this: The way that we play has its confrontation, And guilt by association."

A/N: New version of these beings for me to try out. Thank you @bimbobaggins69 for the idea by just being amazing <3.

This take place 10 years after events in season 4 so about 1996.

Warnings: Older Dom (30s) Coach Steve Harrington/Older Dom (30s) Professor Eddie Munson & Young (20s) Fem Plus size Sub Student Y/N (whew! That's a mouth full lol), SMUT, spanking, choking, degrading, voyeurism, use of sir, FLUFF, Eddie and Steve have an established relationship. ANGST (because I'm me), reader is plus size and gets name called by the jocks (they call her names like piggy), one of them does assault her (pushes her and yells at her; brief), Steddie saves the day, mentions of reader staring in a play that makes her anxious due to her body.

This whole dynamic is technically angsty (which is why I love it muahaha).

Word Count: 8679

“I fucking hate schools.”, you grumble under your breath as you hit snooze on your alarm for the fifth time that morning. The beginning of your junior year spring semester at Hawkins University started today but the idea of getting out of bed sounded exhausting. In Hawkins, everyone was in everyone else’s business and being the bigger girl some of the jocks felt the need to butt in more than anyone else. 

“Hey Y/N. Did you put on more weight this summer? Those jeans look like they’re about to pop!”

“Should you be eating that, piggy? Maybe try a salad every now and then.”

You thought when you left high school, you wouldn’t have to deal with this crap anymore but unfortunately some of it followed you to college. 

When you finally made it to your first class it was right before it began so you could avoid any unwanted conversation. You weren’t so lucky.

“Heeeeeeey, Y/N.”, football star Martin Click cooed obnoxiously as he leaned towards you from his seat above yours. “I was hoping we’d have some classes together, piggy. I missed you over the summer. You couldn’t bother to dress up for me?”

“Oh, sorry Martin, if I had known we would be sharing a class I would have made myself uglier but unfortunately for me that’s impossible since I’m so fucking sexy. Maybe you can tutor me on how to be a sloppy asshole.”

The breathy laugh that echoed to your ears caught you off guard as you glanced up towards the front of the classroom and met the chocolate eyes of your new Literature & Writing professor. 

“I’m sorry.”, you whisper as red paints your face.

“No, no. No reason to be sorry. I thought it was a good comeback.”, he grinned making you blush even more. “Mr. Click, should I tell Coach Harrington that you’re more focused on ladies attire than my class or are we going to behave this semester?”

Rolling his eyes, Martin leaned back in his chair making the professor smugly smirk as he winked in your direction. 

“As I’m sure ya’ll are aware, I’m professor Munson and if you’re here because of my reputation then I will kindly ask you to leave. I’m not here to talk about my past or my family history.”

You had heard rumors about Eddie Munson and of course knew all about him being on the run back when you were little. You parents never let you leave the house or play outside for fear that the “satanic Hawkins killer” would snatch you up and make you his next victim. As you grew up and read more about what happened, it seemed less to you like he did anything at all and obviously the chief agreed because Mr. Munson was never tried or did any prison time. 

No, you weren’t interested in his past. You were interested in the things he could teach you. After overhearing one of his lectures, you were fascinated with the way he told a story and explained the material. He got so animated to an adorable degree and as a theater major you thought it would be fun to see how he interpreted literature while getting the final English credit you needed. 

When no one moved he smiled and began talking about usual first day things such as the syllabus and what to expect over the semester. After the class had ended and everyone left, you stayed behind and quietly made your way to his desk. 

“Hey, um, I’m sorry if I was rude or—”

“I didn’t think you were rude. If anything, he was and definitely needed to be put in his place.”, he interrupted without looking your way as he sorted through papers in front of him. “You’re Y/N, right?”

“Yes, sir. Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen some of the plays you were in on campus here. I dragged my friend to see A Midsummer Night’s Dream and you actually got him to pay attention.”, Mr. Munson smiled as he finally lifted his head to look your way. “You were very good.”

“Oh, um, thank you very much. That means a lot coming from you.” He tilts his head at your comment as blush fills your cheeks again. “I just meant I’ve seen some of your lectures before and you’re an amazing storyteller. You excite me, I mean you make me want to pay attention to, I mean… ok, let’s pretend I just left right after class and didn’t just embarrass myself.”

Hugging your books to your chest, you power walk out the door as his chuckle fills your ears. 

***

With a break between periods, you hastily headed for the gym after lunch to change and get out on to the track by the field. Contrary to popular belief, you were fairly athletic despite your size and enjoyed letting off steam as you pumped your legs as fast as they could take you.

As your music blared loudly in your ears, the feeling of eyes watching you grabbed your attention towards the bleachers where Coach Harrington was standing with his arms crossed and leaning to the side as Professor Munson balanced his arm on his shoulder, murmuring something to him as their eyes followed you. 

Trying to block them out, you continued to focus on the path in front of you but was blindsided when a football whizzed past your nose almost hitting you.

“Whoa! Sorry, piggy. Have to keep your eyes open around here.”, Martin laughs as you roll your eyes. 

Glancing their way, you noticed both men were standing straighter as if prepared to defend you if needed. You weren’t a weak little girl and for whatever reason you strongly felt like you needed to show them that. As you pick up the football one of the players lifts his hands running towards you as if expecting you to not be able to throw it but at the last minute you throw a perfect spiral to their coach who doesn’t even hesitate as he lifts his hands and catches it seamlessly from the air. 

“Well, shit, gentlemen. Looks like I have a new passer.”

“Oh, no thank you, Coach Harrington. If I ever played a sport it would be with a team that doesn’t suck.”

Again, Mr. Munson snicked through his teeth as the man he was leaning on flashed you a big grin. 

#############

That night you decided to run after hours, thinking you would be alone but were surprised when you saw Coach Harrington on the track. 

“Shit! Sorry, you scared the hell out of me.”, he nervously chuckled. 

“I’M sorry. I thought no one would be out here.”

“Yeah, normally there aren’t.”, he teased raising an eyebrow at you. “Well, don’t let me stop you.”

As he took off continuing to jog, you pushed your headphones on your head and started your run. After a couple of laps with you in your zone, your feet abruptly slipped out from under you as you tumbled forward onto the gravel.

“Whoa!”, Coach Harrington shouted in concern as he ran to your side and kneeled down. “Are you alright?”

“Ow. Yeah, I just…tripped. Fuck that hurt.”

“Let me see.” Without any hesitation, his hand gripped your leg and looked it over. “Oof, you may have a pretty good bruise there but you should be alright.” Rising to his feet, he extended his hand to you to help you up which you eagerly accepted while he gripped you tightly and led you towards the bleachers. “You must have been deep in thought because you passed me a couple of times and didn’t even turn your head.”

“I did? Yeah, I’m sorry. I just have some things on my mind.”

“No, I know what you mean. Eddie—Professor Munson told me what happened in his class. If any of those guys bother you again, please let me know. I’ll make them run laps or even sit them out of a game if I have to. Nothing scares these kids more than not being able to play.”

You knew of Steve Harrington mostly because of his parents. The Harrington’s were prominent members of the community and very well respected. In your high school there had been pictures of him from his days on the basketball and swim team when he was a student. 

After he graduated, other rumors began to circulate about him spending time with the “freaks of Hawkins” but who cares. Not you especially since you had been labeled a freak since elementary. 

“I, um, I hope you didn’t take offense to what I said. Your team doesn’t suck just…some of your players. I mean, not their playing ability just their personalities. FUCK, why can’t I talk today?”

His smile widens as he laughs from his gut making you don your own smile. 

Coach Harrington’s eyes meet yours for a moment before a controlled laugh escapes his lips.

“What, um, what were you listening to so loud that you didn’t hear me yelling for you to slow down?”

Giggling, you gesture towards your Walkman. 

“Just some CD I burned to get me pumped. Right now, it’s playing ‘Master of Puppets’ by Metallica. Have you heard that song?”  

Something dark flashes over his face before he awkwardly nods and gets up leaving you alone on the bleachers as you stare after him. 

***

“Are you fucking kidding me?”, you growl as you push on the girl’s locker room door to find it locked. “What is going on with me this semester?”

Glancing around and seeing no one, you brave the boy’s locker room, finding it open, assuming that in his weird state, maybe, Mr. Harrington forgot to lock up. As quickly as you could you showered and began to change into some comfy clothes. 

The sound of something hitting the wall nearby froze you in fear as you gaze scanned the area. 

No one nearby. It could be the janitor cleaning the coach’s office.

Quietly, you threw your things over your shoulder and tiptoed that way with the intention of ducking under the window of the area so you weren’t seen but the muffled sound of moaning had you pausing again. 

“Mmm…Steve…Steven. Wh-What’s wrong, baby? Talk to me.”

“Your student that you talk about…Y/N…she was listening to that song you played in the upside down. I just…it made me think of us…us finding you.”

“Hey. Hey, hey, sweetheart. It’s ok. I’m ok. I’m right here, Steve. You saved me.”

Peeking through the window, you saw their forehead’s pressed together as Eddie gently caressed his cheek with his thumbs. A small sigh left your lips when they began to kiss each other again. With a bit of needy force, Steve turned him around and pulled his back flush to his chest. Gently nibbling on his neck, he reached around and unbuckled Eddie’s pants, pushing them down to free his cock that he promptly began stroking. 

Fuck me he’s big. 

You practically drooled at the sight, licking your lips as your palm absently glided under your shirt to rub your tummy.

With his free hand, Steve sloppily yanked down his sweats making you moan as you watched him spit in his palm and rub it between Eddie’s cheeks before gradually guiding himself into his entrance. 

“Fuck, Steve. That’s it, baby.”

Clinging to each other tightly, Steve thrust his hips at a steady rhythm and you marveled at the sight as your fingers drifted into your own sweatpants and you began circling your clit.

“H-Harder, Steve, please.”

“Please.”, you whisper as you try to keep your eyes open and on them. 

“Like this, honey? Fuck you feel so good, Eddie. I love you.”

Arching his back, your professor craned his neck to kiss the man’s lips as he pumped into him as hard as he could without hurting him. 

“I love you to, baby. Shit, I’m going to cum. Cum with me, Steve.”

Nodding aggressively, he chased their highs until both men grunted and came. While they softly kissed each other your body trembled as you covered your mouth, trying to stifle your moans as the coil snapped. It wasn’t enough as both their heads turned meeting your eyes as you were coming down from cloud 9. 

No one moved as the three of you stared each other. 

Holding up his hands in surrender, Steve pulled out as Eddie straightened up, worry painting both their faces. 

“Y/N…”

Before they could do anything else, you turned and quickly ran out of the locker room.

##############

What the fuck was I thinking?! I shouldn’t have watched them. Two teachers in the MALE locker room while I was touching myself. Shit. I’m going to be expelled for sure. 

Sitting on the stage of your theater class, you focused on the script in front of you as you prepared for an audition your professor recommended. Mrs. Lilah always felt constrained by Hawkins when it came to material but this year she quiet literally said fuck them and decided to do Rocky Horror Picture Show. 

As you read through your lines for Magenta, a clearing throat caught your attention. 

“Hey Eddie!”, your theater teacher beamed as she waved at him and he smiled back before jumping onto the stage to sit beside you. He smelled strongly like cigarettes and a dash of cologne that had your head spinning as you continued to keep your eyes on the paper in front of you. 

“Hey Lilah. I hope I’m not disturbing anything. I just need to talk to Y/N here about an assignment real quick.”

“No problem. She does have her audition for Janet in a few minutes and I’m dying to see her interpretation.”

That caught your attention as your head swiveled her way. 

“I’m doing what now?”

“For Janet, honey. I think you’d be perfect. She’s a bit timid at first but comes out of her shell.”

“But…but…she’s in a bra for a good chunk of the play.”

“Yeah…does that make you uncomfortable?”

“Hm, yeah, Y/N, does people seeing your body in the shadows in an intimate way make you uncomfortable?”, Eddie murmured low enough so only you could hear. 

“Let’s just do the audition and if you prove me right, we can talk about the wardrobe, ok?”

Flashing her a timid smile, you turn to give your attention to your professor. 

“I’m sorry.”

“For what? Skipping my class this morning? Oh, you mean when you watched me and my boyfriend have sex in the boy’s locker room?”

“The girl’s one was locked and I needed to shower—”

“That explains why you were in the locker room but not why you were there watching. Are you going to run and tell all your little friends about how you saw the murderous freak fucking the pretty, rich football coach?”

“What? No. I would never—”

“Mhmm. Look how much will it take to keep your mouth shut?”

“Nothing. I don’t—”

“Please, Y/N! Everyone has a price and Steve doesn’t deserve to lose all he’s worked hard for. So, tell me—”

“Will you let me talk!?” Glancing around to make sure no one heard your outburst; you lower your voice as you continue. “I don’t want anything or any money. I won’t tell anyone. I genuinely don’t care about your private lives. I’m really sorry I watched. I shouldn’t have…I just…”

Your professor’s eyes focused intently on you as he waited for you to continue. 

“I was attracted. The way you two kiss and the way he holds you…no one’s ever been that way with me…” When your eyes dared to finally meet his, you expected anger but those gorgeous chocolate irises displayed a softness you appreciated. “I swear, Mr. Munson, I won’t tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me.”

Nodding, he jumped down from the stage before turning to face you again. 

“I think under the circumstances you can call me Eddie. Not in class but… I also think you should play Janet. You’re a very beautiful young lady. Don’t let any of these superficial idiots take away that lead role from you just because of how you look.”

#############

A couple of weeks had passed and nothing of note happened with school or your classes. You were cast as Janet, allowing Eddie’s advice to drive you as you maneuvered the role. Your professor and Coach Harrington had minimal contact with you but you always felt their eyes following you around. 

Tonight, you were studying in the Hawkins diner off campus. You preferred it here then the library after hours because not only could you munch on some delicious food but no one was usually there that you knew. 

As the bell above the door dinged, you glanced up from the novel Eddie had you guys reading to see said professor and his boyfriend entering the establishment and taking a seat. You couldn’t help but wonder how hard being out like this must be for them. They couldn’t share a booth or be flirty. They couldn’t hold hands or kiss, at least not visibly where people could see. You hated that for them since both seemed like good men. You wondered why they stayed behind here in this terrible little conservative town instead of moving anywhere else. 

Hoping to slip out unnoticed and allow them privacy this time, you gathered your things and placed some money on the table. 

“Is that my favorite piggy?”

You roll your eyes at the sound of Martin’s voice as you try to ignore him and head out the door. A hand abruptly grabs you but you slap it away. 

“Don’t touch me.”, you hiss. 

“Oh, come on, Y/N. It’s Saturday and we just left an awesome party. Can’t you and I get along for once?!” His friends around the table behind him snickered as a big devilish smile stretched across his face. 

“If you weren’t such a fucking dick maybe. Now leave me alone.”

As you storm out the front door to your car, something tugs your backpack, ripping it open as all your books and papers tumble to floor. Martin’s hand wraps around your throat and pushes you against the trunk of your car. 

“You will show some fucking respect especially in front of my friends.”

“Aw, did little Martin get his feelings hurt?”, you sass. “Didn’t realize you had any.” 

Your knee rises as you hit him in his stomach but he’s still faster as his palm reaches out to grab your shirt tugging you down hard onto the pavement.

Abruptly, someone grabs his own jacket collar and tosses him roughly away from you as Eddie quickly maneuvers around them both, kneeling to your level. 

“Are you ok, sweetheart? Can you stand?” Silently nodding, you take the hand he offers to you and rise to your feet. He notices immediately that your blouse is torn and without hesitation shimmies out of his leather jacket and places it around your shoulders. 

“Mr. Click, on Monday, you will see me in my office.”, Coach Harrington growled as he glared at the boy. 

“Oh, fuck you! That fat little whore pushed me into it!”

“HEY!”, he bellowed making you jump as your teacher rubbed your shoulders comfortingly. “I would advise you to stop speaking. You’re already in a lot of trouble.”

“Pfft, you think I’m scared of you, Steve Harrington?! Yeah, my parents told me all about you and the disappointment you became to Hawkins. You’re fucking pathetic! I’m surprised they even hired you to coach us let alone your friend the freak! I guess those satanic rituals DO fucking work.”

The man’s body language stiffened before he did that controlled chuckle you had heard before. 

“Alright, Martin, we can do this right now then. I was only going to suspend you but you know, since I’m so fucking pathetic I think I’ll just go all in. You’re off my team.”

“WHAT?!”

Turning around, he ignored the boy’s continued expletives as he faced you both. 

“Eddie, get her books and all her things. We’ll take her back to our house, if that’s ok with you.”, he asked pointedly in your direction. All you could do was nod and try to bend down to get your thing but the metalhead stopped you before descending to the concrete to collect your things. 

“YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! YOU’LL REGRET THIS!”

“Take it up with the dean. Until then on Monday, I want your shit out of my locker room or else I will throw it in the garbage. Come on, guys.”

Coach Harrington opened the back seat door for you, startling you when he closed the door a bit too hard. 

***

When they parked outside of a home, neither moved as Eddie’s eyes scanned over his partner’s face.

“You ok, babe?”

His ringed fingers reached out to caress through his hair and in the rearview mirror you could see Steve close his eyes as he exhaled. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s get inside.”, he answered curtly as he came around and opened your door and you followed both men inside. You stood in their living room silently as they threw their keys down and Eddie disappeared down a hallway. 

When he came back, he handed you a t-shirt that read “Def Leopard: Tour of 88!”

“Go put this on and we can see about fixing your own.”

His eyes followed you as you entered their bedroom where the bathroom was located and shut the door. Removing your blouse, you could see a slight bruise forming where the strap of your backpack had been on your shoulder and some redness around your neck where Martin had grabbed you. Swallowing your pain at the sight, you put on the shirt they provided and folded his jacket, placing it nicely on the countertop.

Your eyes took in their fairly average bathroom, smirking slightly at the hair gel you imagined was Steve’s as Eddie’s hair was always wild even during class when he pulled it back. Both their colognes and bathroom products were side by side like any couples but the few things you knew about them had each personality standing out. Cigarettes were by the window near the bathtub where you imagined Eddie smoked as they took a bath together. On the floor by the shower, were some handheld barbells you imagined Steve used while Eddie took a shower or got ready so they could talk to each other about their days. 

Walking back out to their bedroom, you noticed a guitar against the wall and grinned at its slightly cheesy 80s aesthetic. You remembered once hearing that Eddie Munson used to be in a band but for the life of you couldn’t remember the name. You wondered if he still played. 

“Your student that you talk about…Y/N…she was listening to that song you played in the upside down. I just…it made me think of us…us finding you.”

What could he have meant by that…

Your gaze shifted to their dresser that had a vanity mirror attached with pictures taped to it. There were so many images of them together that made your smile widen but there were also photos of Steve with a young lady you remember seeing around Hawkins. She used to work at Family Video until a few years ago but you weren’t sure where she moved on to from there. Did you remember Steve there? No… you were pretty young though and focused on your own carefree life. 

There were pictures of Eddie with the Hellfire club. They were still active when you went to Hawkins High filled with a cool group of kids you hung out with from time to time. There were whispers of the man that created it but everyone in the club always said good things about the former Dungeon Master. 

They must have been in two different worlds in high school. 

What must have happened to bring them together?

“Steven, you need to calm down.”

The sound of Eddie’s voice caught your attention after something loud slammed in the kitchen. You tiptoed down their hallway and paused on the other side of the wall. 

“Fucking asshole kid, I swear to God.”

“Baby, it’s not the first time someone has said those things to us and it won’t be the last especially since we chose to stay here.”

“We didn’t exactly choose and that’s not why I’m upset.”

“Why then?”

“She…she seems like a nice girl.”

“She IS a nice girl.” Eddie sighs as he lowers his voice. “Steven, she’s a student and a lot younger than us.”

“Not a lot. Jesus, you make us sound ancient. She’s, what, how old you were when you graduated high school.”

“Hey, ok first off, rude.” They both giggle making you grin. “Second, again, she’s a student. She’s MY student. I could get in way more trouble than you.”

“Like that’s ever stopped you.”

“I swear, sweetheart, don’t we have enough chaos fucking hiding our relationship?”

“Oh, come on, Ed, you don’t like her?”

“I didn’t say that. I just… yeah, she’s beautiful and adorable and… fuck. We shouldn’t talk about this with her here.”

Collecting your bearings, you walk around the wall and knock on it lightly.

“Hey, there she is. I, uh, I fixed your backpack. Let me, um, see if I can salvage this top for you here.”, Eddie smiles as he takes it from your hands and heads for their couch. 

“I didn’t know you could sew.”

“Mhmm. I can’t like whip up a brand new outfit or anything but I can patch things together.”

“Are you alright? Do you need any Band-Aids or an ice pack?”, Steve asks from his place by the counter. 

“No, I’m ok. My throat is a bit sore but…” You don’t even finish your sentence before he’s turning around and grabbing an ice pack from the freezer, wrapping it in a rag, and sitting in front of you on their coffee table to place it on your neck. “Thank you. I like being choked but not like that or by that asshole.”

They both glance at each other as you blush. 

“Yeah, probably not a joke to make right now. Sorry.”

“You apologize a lot.”, Eddie says from behind you. 

“Sorry.” They laugh making you grin to yourself as you look down at your feet. “I hope I didn’t get you in trouble. I’m not…actively…trying to do that.”

“Oh, no worries, honey. Trust me. What is he going to say? ‘Coach Harrington kicked me off the team after I drunkenly assaulted a girl?’ I’m pretty sure the dean will side with me on that one.”

Your silence makes them nervous and they exchange another look. 

“What are you thinking about, Y/N?”

“I’m thinking about how I never expected Martin to do what he did. He’s been mean to me since freshman year but never aggressive like that.”

“You know that wasn’t your fault, right, princess?”

“Yeah, I know. I…I…” Unable to control them, the tears began to flow and a ring laced hand delicately reached for your shoulder, moving the things in his lap aside so he could hold you to his chest. Steve placed his own palm on your jeaned thigh and comfortingly rubbed against the material. 

Once again you were engulfed in the scent of Eddie’s cigarettes and cologne as his cheek rested on the top of your head. You couldn’t explain why but you felt safe here with their hands on you encased between them. 

It had been a few months since your last relationship and you could feel yourself dropping into that particular headspace the longer they comforted you. 

“I’m…I’m also thinking…about what I saw that night…in the locker room. How you two took care of each other…”

All movement on your body ceased as they even held their breathes. 

“H-How about we get you home, Y/N? I can give you this shirt after our next class.”

Eddie lightly pushed you to the side as he tried to stand but you hastily grabbed his arm stopping him. 

“I heard you. You said I was beautiful and sweet.”

As your little voice flowed through his ears, his eyes squeezed shut trying to keep control. 

“Y/N, maybe, he’s right. Maybe, we should get you home before—”

“Before what, Steve?” This was the first time you were using his name out loud and the notion sent tingles all through your body feeling like a little girl who misbehaved.

“Hey. You show him respect, little girl. That’s Mr. Harrington or sir.”, Eddie scolded in gruff tone.

“Edward…”

“No, Steven. Little girl wants to play with the grownups, then that’s how we will treat her. Now, we said, you’re going home. Grab your things and head towards the front door.”

“Why did you bring me back here, Mr. Munson? You could have taken me back to my dorm but you didn’t. Why?”

“Because people shouldn’t be seeing a professor drop off a student on campus.”

“But Steve said he was taking me to your house out loud to Martin.”

The man’s hand firmly came down on the side of your thigh making you yelp as you bit your bottom lip. 

“He said show me respect.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Harrington.” Placing your hand on top of his, your thumb tenderly ran along his skin as you leaned against Eddie’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, Mr. Munson. Like I said…no one has ever taken care of me or looked out for me the way you two do with each other.”

You were slightly surprised when his fingers gently came around and brushed your hair away from your face. 

“We brought you back here because we thought you were safer with us here. After what he did, we thought that’s what you needed.”

“Am I not safe here?”, you whisper as you can’t help but rub your thighs together. 

“Y/N… Eddie and I have been through a lot. What you saw in my office isn’t always how we are when we’re intimate. We’re not always…soft.”

“But I promise you, princess, we are nothing like Martin. If you wanted to leave…right now…that’s ok. We can take you home or call you a cab if that makes you more comfortable.”

He was giving you an out; they both were. You could leave right now and the three of you could pretend this never happened. You could pretend that Steve’s large hand on your upper thigh wasn’t turning you on as you thought about how those long fingers would feel inside of you. You could pretend that Eddie’s touch wasn’t getting progressively slower as the pads of his own fingers traced your cheek making your pussy clench around nothing. You could pretend the notion of doing something you shouldn’t and being at the mercy of these two men’s wills didn’t drive you crazy. You could do that… 

Or…

“I don’t mind it not being soft, Mr. Harrington. I trust you and Mr. Munson.” Both men exchanged on final look of caution before your last sentence pushed caution to the wind. “Please, I need you.”

“I think since you saw us in vulnerable position we should get the same courtesy.”, Steve replied in a much huskier tone than before. Taking your hands in his, he pulled you to your feet and pushed the coffee table out of the way before taking the seat you had just been in. On impulse, Eddie leaned closer to him as the other boy wrapped his arm around his shoulder. 

“Go ahead, Y/N.”

As your eyes shifted between their heavy gazes, you lifted off the shirt he gave you, unbuttoned your pants, and shimmied them a bit clumsily down your legs.

You stood there waiting for more instruction as they continued to stare at your body. 

“Did you see our cocks?”

“Yes.”

Steve smirked as his boyfriend began to kiss his neck while his palm traveled along his chest down his stomach.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Remember that, Y/N. I don’t like repeating myself and Eddie is a lot nicer than I am in here.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Harrington.”

Steve’s eyes fluttered when the metalhead’s palm grazed the bulge in his jeans. 

“Now, if you saw or cocks, then why are you stopping?”

“You said…I should be vulnerable, sir.”

Your small voice had them groaning as Eddie fumbled with the pretty boy’s belt almost desperately. 

“Fuck. Don’t move.” He commanded towards you as his head turned to capture his boyfriend’s lips. Lifting his hips, he helped Eddie blindly pull his jeans down just enough to free his length. As he started to lean over his lap, Steve hastily stopped him with a smile. “You don’t want to see her, honey?”

He chuckled as he focused his attention back on you. 

“Do you feel vulnerable, Y/N?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Hm. Not enough to not finger yourself out in the open though, huh? I mean at least you had pants on.”

“I-I-I wasn’t…I wasn’t thinking—”

“No, you weren’t. Take off the rest so we can see you.”

While doing what he said, you watched as Steve pushed down Eddie’s pants as well and both men kissed passionately in front of you as they stroked each other’s cocks. 

“Y/N, is there anything we should know? Anything we should avoid?”

“No, Mr. Munson.”, you answered, appreciating his soft tone as he asked his series of questions. 

“You said you liked being choked but is there anything physical we shouldn’t do?”, Eddie groaned out as Steve lifted off his shirt.

You heard his question but couldn’t form an answer as your eyes starred at the scars that littered his chest. They looked like whatever wound created them was deep, possibly life threatening. What could have happened to him?

“HEY!”, he barked making you jump. “He said he’s not as nice as me but that doesn’t mean I’m easy going! Now, answer the fucking question, little girl.”

“I’m sorry, sir. N-No, I don’t mind being hit or p-punished. Mr. Munson, what happened?”

As you started to step forward, both sets of brown eyes glared your way freezing you in place.

“Do you know the stop light system?”, Steve growled in a much rougher tone than you were prepared for. Nodding curtly after reciting it to them, he got up and grabbed your arm, sitting you between them. “Now, we do have some rules, Y/N. The first rule is the most important. DON’T ask about our scars.”

“Our?”

Steve slowly lifted off his own shirt and tossed it to the side. He didn’t have as many scars as Eddie but they were just as deep and looked similar. Whatever happened must have happened to both of them. 

“I’m so sorry you both went through…whatever hurt you.”, you coo as you reach out to graze your fingers down Eddie’s chest. 

The darkness in their eyes faltered slightly at your sincerity and the metalhead took your hand in his, tenderly kissing the back of it. 

“Second rule. You have to be vocal, Y/N. If at any point you feel uncomfortable, we need you to say red ok?”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Munson. “

“Good. Good girl.”

His praise made you giddy as you blush making him smile.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I have one more question, princess. Have you ever done anything like this before?”

“Yes and no.”

“Yeah, we’re going to need you to clarify that.”, Steve laughs. 

“I’ve done rough stuff with dominate partners before. I’ve never been with two men before.”

The way you said the word men had Eddie’s eyebrow quirking upward. 

“Are you trying to tell us you’ve only been with boys your age?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Why did you feel the need to tell us that?”

“Do we make you nervous?”, Steve asks as his fingers dance up your arm. 

“Yes b-but not because of you two, Mr. Harrington. I just wanted you to know j-just in case I’m not as ‘experienced’ as you both.”

Eddie’s palms cupped your cheeks as he brought your lips to his. You weren’t surprised by the nicotine that lingered there but you were by the tingle that ran through your body as his tongue caressed your own. When he pulled away you tried to lean forward for more but his grip held firm. 

“We weren’t expecting you to be, pretty girl. You’ve only ever been with these little boys but you’re about to be fucked by real men, sweetheart. Trust us, we know how to take care of you.”

You moaned at his promise, turning towards Steve to crash your lips with his. He was a much more determined kisser, his mouth and tongue sending that same shock wave through to your core. 

“Have you ever sucked a cock as big as mine?”, he panted against your lips.

As you shake your head, his fingers grab your throat just below your jaw as if purposely avoiding where Martin had hurt you. 

“What did I say? How do you answer us?”

“I’m sorry. No, sir, I’ve never sucked a dick as big as either of you.”

Sitting back, his palm moved to the back of your neck, guiding you down over his leaking tip as Eddie adjusted your body till you were on all fours for them. 

“Fuck me, Steve. She is so fucking wet. Her pussy is just tripping down her thighs.”

“Aw, you like being a bad girl, don’t you, honey?”

“Y-yes, Mr. Harrington. I like being a bad girl.”

“Open your mouth.” Doing as he directed, you quickly kissed his slit making him mewl before fully taking him between your awaiting lips. “Yes, oh my god. T-That’s a good girl.”

Eddie’s fingers glided through your folds causing your eyes to roll as you bobbed your head.

“Steve, baby, Jesus, she’s so fucking tight.”, the metalhead groaned as his palm came down hard on your ass. 

“Yeah, Y/N? Did that feel good? You like when your professor spanks you?”

Yanking your hair roughly he tugs you off of him as you continue to stroke him with your hand. 

“I didn’t hear that, little girl. What did you say?”

“Y-Yes, sir, I like when Mr. Munson spanks me.” 

At your response he spanks you again right as he guides two of his digits into your core. Gripping you tighter, Steve forces your mouth on him again and holds you still as he thrusts his hips allowing his cock to hit the back of your throat. 

“Good girl. That’s it, Y/N. Keep your throat open for me.”

Abruptly, Eddie swats his boyfriend’s hand and tugs on your shoulder, guiding you down the hallway to their bedroom and tossing you onto their bed. After completely removing the rest of his clothes, he climbs between your legs and runs his wide, flat tongue through your pussy up to your clit. 

“Oh shit.”, you moan as your back arches into the feeling before yelping when his palm smacks your cunt. 

“Watch your mouth, little girl.”

“I’m sorry, sir. I’m sorry.”

Steve chuckles as he climbs in beside you both placing his knees by your head as his fingers grip your hair again. 

“Can’t really blame her. I know how amazing your tongue feels. Then again, you may have some competition, babe, because her fucking mouth feels so good.”

Pride washes over you at his praise as you grip his cock and take him as far back as you can trying to continue to please him. 

“I-It’s ok, honey. We can train this little throat. As—fuck—as you know, Eddie’s a wonderful teacher.” His boyfriend tosses him a smirk as his tongue flicks faster against your bud. “Are you going to cum? Cum, Y/N. Cum all over his face.”

Your hips grinded against him as the man’s mouth wrapped around your bundle of nerves and he pushed two of his fingers rapidly inside of you as the sound of your arousal to fill the room. 

Steve backed away from you, allowing you to focus and breathe as your orgasm washed over you. As you came down from your high, Eddie lightly slapped between your legs making you jump and groan. 

“Sensitive. I like that.”

Tilting towards their bedside table, he paused as their eyes met. 

“Shit. I don’t have any condoms.”

“What?”, Steve almost wined as you tried to contain your smile at their desperate need for you.

“Steve, we’ve been together for almost 10 years. When was the last time we used a fucking condom?”, Eddie growled. 

“We’ve been talking about adding someone to our dynamic for a while now.”

“Yeah but I wasn’t prepared for it to be tonight with a fucking student!”

“Excuse me.”, you finally pipe up. “I’m on the pill. I can understand if you still don’t want to but…I’m safe. And like I said, I trust you.”

Both men exchange a glance and you can’t help but giggle up at them. 

“So how long were you going to wait before you said anything, huh?”

“Mr. Munson, you didn’t ask. I wanted to be a good girl and only speak when spoken to.”

They narrow their eyes playfully at you for a moment before Eddie grabs your jaw and tilts you till your face is level with his. 

“You’re not cute, little girl. That little snarky attitude may have worked on those pathetic boys you were with but you’re in the bed of real men now. Don’t hide things from us you think we should know. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y-Yes, sir. I’m—”

Steve’s hand cuts you off as he pushes you back against the mattress. 

“We know. You’re sorry.”

Taking hold of his shaft, Eddie taps himself against your pussy making you squirm as you open your legs wider for him. Grabbing your hips, he slides you closer and gradually guides himself into your dripping entrance.

“Fuuuuuck.”, he moaned as he slowly pumped his hips. “We are going to fucking ruin you for anyone else, little girl. Goddamn.”

“How does she feel, baby?”, Steve asks as he leaned towards him to lightly kiss his neck.

“S-So fucking tight, sweetheart, you have no idea. I want…”

“What do you want, Ed?”

“I wanna…fuck her into the fucking mattress.”

Your pussy fluttered around him at his words and his eyes that been closed shot open as he placed his palms on either side of you and started thrusting into you aggressively.

“You want that, you little whore. I can give that to you.”

Much softer than his partner, Steve turned your head and slide his cock back into your mouth that you eagerly sucked on relishing the taste of him. As he pounded into you, Eddie’s lips kissed along his boyfriend’s chest making the man groan louder as he ran his fingers through his hair. 

Bringing his lips to his own they passionately exchanged a kiss that had you mewling as the long-haired man rolled his hips hard hitting that soft spot inside you repeatedly. 

Eddie’s head tilted back as his jaw went slack and you couldn’t help but reach your hands up to run your nails down your chest. 

“I’m…I’m…please…”

Steve moved back as the metalhead grabbed your wrists and held them against the bed as his face fell beside your own. 

“You fucking ask me, Y/N. You beg us to let you cum. Shit. We have control in here.”, he whispers in your ear making your shudder underneath him. 

“P-Please, Mr. Munson. Can I cum? I want to cum on your cock, please.”

His hair tickles your face as he nods and the action of him tenderly kissing your cheek pushes you over the edge as the coil snaps. 

“Fuck, that’s it, pretty girl. Came so fucking hard on my dick. I’m going to fill you up, princess, ok?”

“Please…”, you whimper as he slams into you, chasing his high.

Your professor’s grunts filled your ear and you turned your head into the sound as he warmed your insides. As soon as he rolled off you, a hand took hold of your ankle and yanked you to the edge the bed. 

“Hey, hey, honey. No, no.”, Steve cooed with a hint of sarcasm as he lightly slapped your cheek. “Open your eyes, baby. What color are you at, Y/N?”

“Green.”

His massive palm slapped you a bit harder causing your eyes to fully open as you leaned up on your elbows. 

“Green, what?”

“Green, SIR!”

You’re suddenly turned on to your stomach as rough hands lift your ass in the air while another set takes hold of your wrists and pulls your top half down and forward. 

“Get rid of the attitude, Y/N. You think just because you came you’re allowed to be disrespectful?”, Eddie growls as Steve spanks your behind. “Now, answer him clearly without the tone.”

“Green, Mr. Harrington.”

As he ran his tip through your folds, you knew even after taking his partner, he was going to split you in half. 

“Fuck me.”, Steve moaned as he began pushing himself into you. 

Eddie’s head tilted to the side as he watched your face scrunch together. 

“You’re alright, sweetheart. Trust me, I know how hard he can be to take at first but it will feel good soon. I promise, baby.”, he soothed and kissed your lips. 

“F-Feels…feels good…now. Fuck.”

The man behind you smacks your ass at the curse, pressing further into your cunt till his hips finally connected with yours. 

“Still green, babe?”

“Yeeeees, sir.”

“Good.” Clinging to your waist, Steve pulled back till he was almost all the way out of pussy before roughly slamming back into you practically punching the air from your lungs.

“Oh my god!”

With a slanted smile, he pounded into you as Eddie watched from the side, sitting up on his knees to occasionally run his fingers down the man’s chest. 

“She feels really fucking good, right? Our young, new little toy.”

“Goddamn, I’m gonna fucking bust like a teenager.”

“Wait, pretty boy. You need to feel her cum. Her pussy fucking chokes your dick, I swear.”

“Fuck, Y/N, are you close, little girl?” When you didn’t answer, his hand reached around to grab you throat and lift your back to his chest. “Still coherent, you little slut? I asked you a question.”

“H-Harder, Mr. Harrington, please.”

As his forehead landed on your shoulder, he did what you asked till the bed began to jostle underneath you. A jolt of electricity shot through your body and you mewled as Eddie rubbed circles into your clit. 

You took their conversation as approval and your arm circle around Steve’s neck as you came. 

“Jesus fucking Christ!”, he grunted as he took hold of your chin and turned you so his lips could mingle with yours as he pumped into you a few more times before releasing his seed inside you. 

You were completely drained and slightly sore as he tried to delicately pullout of you while you waited for what to do next. Usually, the boys you were with did the minimal amount of aftercare, choosing to just cuddle with you which was fine. You were surprised, however, when Eddie informed you the bath was ready when you were. 

“For me?”

“Yeah, princess, come on. It will soothe your muscles.”, he murmured softly as he took your forearm and slowly walked you to the bathtub and guided you in. Your head remained lowered as you listened to him maneuver around the bathroom, sliding on some boxers before lighting a cigarette and placing himself on his knees beside you. 

Utilizing the washcloth, he cleaned you pausing when your hand suddenly grabbed his wrist as he attempted to clean between your legs. 

“I’m sorry. Just sore.”, you whispered as you let him go. 

Eddie’s eyes scanned you over and you heard him blow out some smoke from his lips as he put the cigarette down in a nearby ashtray. His fingers moved some of your hair back and he pressed his nose into your cheek while he continued to clean you. 

“It’s ok, sweetheart. You’re still doing really good for me. I know your little pussy hurts from how we stretched her open but we got you, pretty girl. You took us both so well.”

As his deep, comforting tone continued to whisper praises, you keened into the sound as you winced, trying not to grab him again.

“I know, I know. I’m almost done.”

Tilting your head, your lips found his, both of you getting lost in the feeling as he dropped the rag from his hand so he could cup your face and hold you closer. A throat clearing distracted you two as Steve entered the bathroom. 

“I, uh, I have some clothes for you here, Y/N, whenever you’re ready.”

Nodding, you allow Eddie to help you out and lead you in front of his partner who took a seat on the edge of the bed. His honey irises ran along your body, checking for extra care you may need that they inflicted but unlike your assault earlier the only mark they left was the slight reddening of their handprints on your behind. 

“How’s your throat? I tried not to grab you where—”

Your kisses startled him at first but after a few seconds his hand slithered tenderly behind your neck as he kissed you back. 

“I’m ok. Just sore…and tired.”, you reiterate as your heavy eye lids dropped. 

“Ok, honey.” Steve’s hands held you steady while Eddie dressed you in what smelled like their clothes as you swayed in his grasp. “You did so good for us. You deserve some sleep. Would you like me to carry you to the guest bedro—”

Both men watched with amusement as your shook your head before climbing over him and crawling under their covers. 

“I guess we can sleep in the—”

“Please don’t leave.”, you begged in a little girl voice that pierced their hearts. 

“Why does she keep interrupting me?”, Steve chuckles as he gets to his feet and yanks Eddie into his arms to kiss his lips. “She doesn’t do that with you. Or does she in class?”

At the word the metalhead became silent as he kissed his partner’s shoulder and crawled into the bed in front of you. His palm softly caressed your face and through your hair as Steve got in bed behind you.

“You’re worried.”

“Of course, I am and not just because she’s a student. That’s just the frosting on top of the cake that is our problem.”

“That sounds delicious.”

“Steven.”, Eddie scolds as they both smile. “She’s so much younger than we are.”

“10 years. Not much.”

“Not to mention the fact, that we are already hiding OUR relationship let alone another with a young, student. She deserves to be taken on dates and to live her life. She deserves to be seen not hidden.”

“So do you, honey.”

“Steve… we decided a long time ago to stay in Hawkins for a reason. We can’t be run out of town by these homophobic small, minded idiots. They’ve just barely started calming down when it comes to me and what happened in 86. And that’s another thing. What if…what if something happens? What if Vecna comes back or any other fucking monster? We can’t drag her into that.”

“Eddie, you’re over thinking again, but I see where you are coming from. Let’s…let’s take it one day at a time, ok? Who knows. She may wake up and decide this is all too much herself. She may not want to be with some…old, broken-down college professors slash coach.”

“Oh my god, baby.”, the long-haired boy chuckles as he throws his arm over his eyes. “You’re not broke down. We just have some wear and tear.”

Your palm reaching out and pulling Eddie closer as you fully folded into Steve silenced them. They relaxed into you as your professor kissed your forehead and your school’s coached nuzzled into your shoulder as they drifted off to sleep with you. 

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@corkadymu @lilaclazer @aol19 @nailbatanddungeon

[mmimagine-40]

The Love of a Father

I don't know why I am on such a kick for Stark!Reader but I am so enjoy!

Mainly: Dad!Tony Stark x Peter Parker x Stark!F!Reader

Other Pairings: Steve Rogers x Stark!F!Reader x Bucky Barnes, MJ x Peter Parker.

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The atmosphere in the Avenger Campus was..tenses. To say lightly. Just taking one step on the campus and you can feel how everyone was on edge. All the Avengers seem off. Snappy almost. Worst of them was Tony , Steve and Bucky. It been like this for Weeks. Ever since losing contact with Y/n and Peter.

A few weeks back Y/n and Peter were sent on a quick and simple mission. There had been some strange Activity readings coming from an abounded building that was once know to be used by Hydra. It should have been a fast and easy mission. Just get in, get some readings and get back. At the most should have taken 3-4 days. But the mission went wrong fast. As drones came out attacking Y/n and Peter. The last thing that The Avengers had any communications with them, they saw Peter and Y/n complaining about their suit acting up. Then at one moment Y/n tries saying something about her suite not respawning to her. Then her communications and suit went offline. They all watched in horror as they can see Y/n falling out of the sky. Peter swings trying to get to her as he screams her name before his suite and communications also went offline. The Avengers lost all connection to them.

Tony , Steve and Bucky went crazy. Pinning the last known location of their suits and running off to the location. Trying to find them. But every lead they found was a dead end.

In those weeks it became so tense in the Avengers campus. Everyone on edge as they also worry about Peter and Y/n. They were also very worried about Steve , Bucky and Tony. Who all three were on a thin line from breaking. Tony was locked up in his lab all day and night. Never leaving. At times there can even be tools and other objects being thrown around the lab. Steve and Bucky weren't much better in the training rooms. Needing to blow off steam. Steve broke almost every single punching bag. And Bucky volunteered to spar and train the new recruits. All of which ended up in the infirmity with injuries.

It was another day of the three not sleeping and stressing. When alarms started going off in the building. Many of the avengers come together in communications room. "Whats going on here?" Tony asked rushing in. Nat looked back at him before looking back at the screens trying not to say anything about his dark eye bags. Normal she wouldn't hold back. But she knows Tony along with Steve and Bucky aren't holding it very well with Peter and y/n missing. "Someone hacked into the system and got one of the quin jets to take off". "Do we have any way to get control of it again or anything?" Steve asked as he and Bucky also walked in. Nat shook her head no. "Whoever it is they know what they are doing. They took full control we are completely locked out. Even Friday can't get into it". Tony nodded as he step forward watching the screen as it shows the flight path the jet was going on. "Okay lets keep an eye on it see where its going.".

Over the the next day they kept a close eye on the jet when they noted that the jet was heading back to the campus. The Avengers decided to suit up and wait for the jet. To get the element of surprise on whoever took the jet and is coming back.

Friday; Communications form Quinn Jet 2914 incoming.

Tony approved it as the avengers listen in to see who it was. "Y/n Stark, (Iron hero name), We are about 20 minutes from landing at avengers campus. I'm going to need a med unit as soon as we land.". Y/ns voice cracks through the coms. Everyone went silent as their breath catches into their throats. "Friday get the med units here now!" Tony said panicking as he pulled up the screens to see when the jet will land.

Those 20 minutes felt like years as they all waited. Seeing the jet come down and land. All on edge as they wait for the doors to come down. Standing back to not rush Y/n and Peter. After landing a few minutes later, Y/n and Peter coming hobbling out. They look very rough. Beaten and cut. Peter leaned on Y/n as his arm was around her shoulders as she basically carried him out. The medical Unit rushed forward with Tony , Steve and Bucky. Tony helping Y/n get Peter on a stretcher. Then get the medical team rushing Peter off as he was in a very bad condition. Y/n stepped back as she let the team take over. As she did Steve and Bucky stepped up to check her over. She sighed as she turned them. Falling tired into Steves arms. Steve pulls her close. Picking her up as he carries her to the medical unit as well.

Its now been days since the events. Tony , Steve and Bucky never leave their side. Making sure that Peter and Y/n were okay and getting the story of what happen. But as the days passed Steve and Bucky became worried. Y/n wasn't really talking. She was off. They tried to be patient and let her heal. But they were worried about her.

After Peter and Y/n healed and were doing a bit better the Avengers held a get together. Not a full party. Just sitting around drinking , eating and being around one another. Steve and Bucky were talking as they watched Y/n carefully.

"i'm worried about her. Shes....just not the same". Steve said to Bucky as they watched Y/n. "I am too. I know we need to give her time. But still. I'm afraid something else is wrong." Bucky replied. Steve nodded as they see Pepper as she was get a drink. They look at each other before walking over to Pepper. "Hey Pepper, Can we talk to you a bit.". Pepper smiled up at them. "Hi Steve, Bucky. Yeah what's up?". "Its Y/n. We are worried about her ... she seems off.". Bucky said. Pepper smiled softly as she nodded seeing what they are talking about. She gesture them to follow her. They do as she walks them over to one of the couches that was off to the side of the room. On the couch asleep was Tony laying flat on his back. tucked into one side was Y/n then other side Peter and laying on his chest was Morgan. As they all slept. Tony holding them all close to them.

"She just needs her fathers comfort.... I know its hard. But give her some time. She will be okay." Pepper says softly to them. Both Steve and Bucky nodded as they looked down at them. Y/ns face was more relaxed as she slept in the comfort of her father and her siblings.

A fathers love is what both siblings needed to heal.

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This is not the best, I had this idea of needing a fathers comfort but wasn't sure how to write it. Please if you wish to use the idea please do and tag me. Enjoy -MM

[cosmicpearlz]

yours for the time being |4|

summary: what happens when your academic rival of years proposes an offer of fake dating? pure chaos.

pairing: gryffindor!jude bellingham x slytherin!reader

a/n: only one more chapter after this one! i wanted to stretch it out, just so everything made sense timeline wise. anyways, enjoy <3

everyone knew. it seemed like the word traveled fast around the school halls. jude couldn't take the staring or the countless whispers among the students anymore. y/n was nowhere to be seen, missing in action. oh, how the gryffindor boy wished to catch another glance at her. to have her next to him, giggling as he made the worse jokes known to man. just so that she'll smile, and it worked every time. to feel her hand in his once more.

"jude, you've been quiet lately," harry turns towards him. "anything you wanna share with the group?"

"no."

"mate, you've completely shut down. does it have something to do with y/n?" ron questions. jude's face drops and his brows furrowed. as if y/n leaving him wasn't enough, his friends had to bring up her name. not saying 'the snake' like they usually did but saying her name.

"no."

"i think what harry and ron are trying say is, we're here for you whenever you're ready to talk."

"she broke up with me, alright! she's clearly stated that she wants nothing to do with me and i just have to accept that."

"oh jude, i'm sure she didn't mean-" jude shakes his head, cutting hermione's sentence off.

"you weren't there. just leave it alone and leave me alone while you're at it."

jude stands from his seat and leaves the library abruptly. the more he thought about the situation, the angrier he got. angry that y/n gave up before even exploring what could've been. angry that it seemed so easy for the girl to just leave. his heavy footsteps ringing throughout the castle halls.

"jude!" lavender yelled out. the boy halts his movements and quietly curses to himself before turning around to face her. it's been a while since the gryffindor girl bothered him.

"what do you want?"

"y'know, since you and y/n broke up. i was wondering if you wanted to go out," lavender steps closer, rubbing her hand on his arm. jude felt disgusted. what didn't she understand by no?

"are you seriously asking me that?"

"well yeah. i just thought that i could help you get over the breakup."

"please leave me alone. i'm not interested and i'm pretty sure y/n told you that!"

before jude could get another word out, he glances over lavender's shoulder and sees y/n. he hasn't seen her in days and the only thing he could think of was how beautiful she looked. her eyes weren't as bright as they normally were. now replaced with a dull sunken look and the puffiness that followed.

as much as jude wanted to reach out, he couldn't bring himself to. he couldn't force the girl to love him or even reciprocate those feelings that he held for her.

"just forget it," jude mumbles, turning around and walking in the direction he was originally heading in once more.

-

you were dying. certainly, sure of it. you couldn't go to your classes, preferring to do as much work as you could from your dorm room. not being able to stomach seeing his face around the campus. the face of the person whose heart you broke. you knew you had feelings for the boy, but you couldn't act on them. at least that's what you kept telling yourself.

the endless tears that pansy, theo and blaise had to dry. they've never seen you so sad. it was weird for them. not sure on how to cheer you up. truth was, there wasn't anything they could do to cheer you up.

"come with me to the kitchens. we need to sneak things for the party on saturday," pansy says with a smile.

"do i have to?"

"yes. no questions about it." you groaned but got up anyways just to please your friend. you watched as she jumps while clapping. pulling your hand and dragged you straight to the destination.

the walk through the halls was quiet. you kept your hand laced with pansy's. not minding the friendly gesture, although it reminded you of a certain gryffindor boy.

"is that jude? with lavender?" pansy whispered. you stopped dead in your tracks. head whipping around to see if your friend was lying or not. of course, she wasn't. you watched as lavender rubbed his arm, almost smiling to yourself seeing him visibly disgusted by her.

"we should go before we won't have a chance to get the supplies."

"you don't wanna speak to him?"

"i'm sure he doesn't want to speak to me. i broke it off with him."

"you could tell him that you didn't mean it. i mean, look at you! you're miserable because he's not in your life anymore. you clearly like him a lot."

"pansy let it go," you whispered softly, turning around and facing the opposite direction. you tugged the girls' hand to follow you.

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while each friend group had no idea on how to individually cheer the two up, it didn't stop them from continuously brainstorming ideas. which eventually lead the slytherins to face the fellow gryffindors tuesday afternoon.

"we need to talk," blaise speaking for the group and facing the three gryffindors. harry and ron's eyebrows raised in question. hermione sat there, as if she already knew what they were going to say.

"we need to get jude and y/n to talk."

"how did she know what we were going to talk about?" draco mumbled to pansy.

"because she's hermione. mione knows everything pretty much," pansy throws a playfully wink towards the girl.

"well, have a seat i guess," harry gestured to the empty seats. theo, pansy, blaise, and draco gladly sit down.

"let's get right into it. y/n has been miserable since they broke up. crying her eyes out almost every day and-"

"she's the one who called things off!" ron cuts theo off. theo huffs and rolls his eyes.

"i know that you dimwit. if you let me finish, i was gonna say that she clearly really cares about him. whatever happened between them, we need to undo it."

"but how?" harry asked.

"we're having a slytherin party on saturday. you guys are welcomed to come but bring jude," blaise began to explain the plan.

"then what? are we going to lock them in a room?" hermione chuckles, looking around the table. her chuckles fall mute due to the silence. "wait, are you joking?"

"no. it's the only way they're gonna talk," said pansy.

"no way that's actually gonna work," ron shakes his head at the thought of it.

"it doesn't hurt to try. the party starts at 9, don't be late," theo ends the conversation there. nodding his head at the three gryffindors, he stands up along with pansy, blaise and draco.

the group of them head out, leaving the three to themselves. the silence being loud as they sat thinking about how to get jude to the party. the boy barely wanted to talk about y/n and going to her common room for a party? it might take some heavy convincing.

[simonnebethel]

Writeblr Introduction

Just learned what a writeblr intro is so I'm gonna make one before I go to bed lol

I've already done something like this a few days ago but that was when I had no clue what I was doing lmao, so might as well make a more in depth one

About me:

20, she/her, bi

American

I write mostly fantasy and urban fantasy, and honestly i dont think i've ever written a story that was non-fantasy lol

Started writing when I was 10, but it was mostly Warrior Cats fanfiction on Wattpad lol. I went through a writing slump for most of highschool but last year I decided to get back into it since I'm not doing anything else lol

I like to read fantasy and classic lit, also anything with vampires. I also have a soft spot for slowburn romances where the main characters dont kiss until, like, the 4th book heehee

In love with anything gothic, vampire, and wlw 👩‍❤‍💋‍👩

I think one of my more niche interests is any early 2000s fantasy/sci-fi movie with a nu-metal/rock/alternative soundtrack like Queen of the Damned and The Crow. They are just...*chefs kiss*

My current stories:

A Chant for Blood (Formerly known as Account of Calamity)

Account of Calamity is a gothic victorian fantasy about a Grand Marshal, Karliah Helisende, and a blood-drinking fiend, Yorick Gwynplaine, who work together to investigate the mysterious portals that spawn dangerous creatures into the city of Isarnan, all the while Karliah is being haunted by the mysterious ancient temple that watches over her every move.

I'm currently working on the second draft, and I may start looking for beta readers once I'm finished, although I know I'm not far from finished with this novel. I also plan to make it a 4 or 5 book series, and slowly add a slowburn romance.

12/30/24 - Second draft has been finished!!

Looking for beta readers! Look here!

Our Demonic Hearts - The Craven Pact Series #1

Our Demonic Hearts is a urban fantasy about a cambion woman, Ana Kravens, haunted by her past. Taking place in a small Mississippi town, a man she went through a traumatic incident with, Beau Motloe, shows up on her doorstep one day with a deal; help him find his missing mother, and he'll give back the memories she lost during the traumatic incident. Her father, a demonic creature of unknown origin, wants nothing more than the Motloes dead, claiming that they were the very reason his daughter was almost killed 6 years ago. Ana goes against her father's wishes and accepts Beau's deal, suspecting that her father isn't telling the whole truth about that fatal night.

It is completed and available on Wattpad and Royal Road!! It was just a small project I had done for Nanowrimo, and has been edited at least once before being published. However, I plan to make it a trilogy and maybe have some spin-offs. This story is fairly new, but most of the characters are at least 5 years old and I love them very much <3

My Plans for 2025:

Finish my fantasy romance novel, To Hear a Lovebird by February 28(currently sitting at 48k out of an estimated 60k!)...and give it a new name ����

Start the first draft of The Craven Pact #2, which is called Our Sacred Memories!

Down the road, I may start another short story...I am not sure.

Create a Instagram account for writing...I'm not sure. We will see.

Begin the next editing phase for my Victorian fantasy novel, A Chant for Blood! I am itching to get back to working on it. I have many plans for it.

What I planned for 2024:

Finish the second draft of A Chant for Blood and look for beta readers(In the beta reader phase!) ✅

Start the second novel of The Craven Pact Series(Outline complete)

Write a short story/novella or two taking place within the A Chant for Blood universe. My brain is currently exploding with ideas rn ✅

Write a short story about Ana Kraven's mom and how she met Marchosias, Ana's father. ❌

Plan something for Nano?? Idk where I'll be in November lol (Finish a project I started in february, which is To Hear a Lovebird!)(14/22 chapters done!)

I'm interested in following other writers and reading everybody's stories! I would also be interested in a beta read/beta swap ^^

Other sites I'm on:

Wattpad: LillithOfBees

Royal Road: SimonneBethel

Bluesky: Simonne-Bethel

18+ Writing discord!!!

[existentialterror]

Light's ARG notes - Dear Evelyn

Dear Evelyn (spotify link) is a horror podcast with a few ARG elements! It's just coming out and it's really good. I know some of the people involved (though don't know anything else about the podcast itself) and really like the other podcast on their network, the Creepypasta Book Club. Check em out! There are also some ARG elements. (It looks like you can listen to the podcast without engaging with any of the ARG elements, at least for now, but it's early on and anyways I love an ARG.)

Under the cut I'm dropping a lot of spoiler notes on Episode 1 "introductions" and Episode 2 "The Attic", which is all that's out so far. Really just my notes on the characters and what we know about everything.

I'm taking a break for this in between working on the shorthand code, which... might take me a while. I know nothing about shorthand and never claimed to be good at codes in the first place. XD

Characters

The Payne family

Sparrow Payne - The voice of the show. Sending recordings to get back in touch with their younger sibling, Evelyn. Their father has just died and they've moved back to the old family house in Keen's Cross, Indiana.

Got emancipated at 16, hasn't been back since. Refers to themself as "the scary one" of the siblings.

Evelyn Payne - Sparrow's younger sister. Was more online at a younger age. Also left Keen's Cross early and has been estranged from everyone. Things are really tense with Sparrow, who doesn't even know their address, which Sparrow thinks is fair.

As a kiddo, really morbid and into scary stuff. Made up and was scared of "Gabe the Cave Monster".

On a post-it note on the wall of Evelyn's room, in her handwriting, is "Pale_Horse1392".

Pastor Roger Payne - Sparrow and Evelyn's dad, who recently died. Was always a hardass but really became a pious dick after his wife vanished.

Naomi Payne - Sparrow and Evelyn's mom, who went missing when Sparrow was - I forget but I want to say like 12 years old.

Into new age stuff, not as into the religious stuff, which was a point of conflict in her relationship with Roger.

Wrote extensive diaries.

Sparrow is pretty sure she's dead.

Other characters

Mrs. Rapperty (sp?): Next door neighbor, lives alone in big dirty house. Recluse. Now maybe has Alzheimer's or something. Said Naomi was so beautiful but that she lost the faith and left the kids - all of which was news to Sparrow. She seems to know something about Naomi.

Jake Petty: Gay kid that the kids knew when they were younger, stayed in Keen's Cross. Closer to Evelyn's age.

Officer Petty: Jake's dad. Cop.

Pastor Drayer (sp?): The new pastor. Was really curious about Evelyn at Roger's funeral, despite having never met either of the Payne kids.

The missing person case

According to news report at the end of "introductions", Naomi was: Reported as missing:

4 days after last seen

3 days after authorities were notified

Reported to outside authorities (like, police in another town) BY one of the kids hitchhiking to a nearby town. Guessing that's Sparrow, since Evelyn was very young.

Sparrow tried to get help and answers as a kid but doesn't seem to have known much.

Since she died, the entire case has been publicized and become infamous online, which Sparrow hates. A lot of stuff like Naomi's journals are digitally available.

Naomi's journals

Naomi wrote some every day, almost.

Some missing ones mentioned in "The Attic", including various years. The journals are indexed with letters.

Also lots of albums, almost all of the mom. Lots with the mom and some baby in places that don't look like Keen's Cross, which is confusing to Sparrow.

A lot of the diaries were made public but not these ones Sparrow just found in the attic.

Sparrow mentions one specific entry - 1992 (May 18) - Talking about Mt St Helens erupting, on its anniversary. Naomi tried to get others to leave town - something bad is happening here too.

An excerpt of one of the diaries, written in shorthand, was shared with the episode description. I'm still trying to figure out what it says.

The Payne House

Dad left the kid's rooms mostly untouched since they moved out.

Bunch of stuff in the attic that is padlocked shut. Wild!

As of "The Attic", at Evelyn's suggestion, Sparrow found the key taped to the underside of Dad's night stand.

The attic contained a bunch of Naomi's things and diaries, mostly untouched in interceding years. Unclear how much of this, if any, the police ever saw. There are sections of the diaries - like in shorthand - that definitely never appeared online, and that Sparrow never saw before.

pale_Horse1392

Right, so in the description of "introductions", there's a link to this image:

The QR code goes to this youtube channel, which contains (at time of writing) only this cryptic video.

So I'm thinking pale_horse1392 is either Evelyn, or someone Evelyn was in contact with as a young person.

Riddle

If you click on the drawing of Gabe the Cave Monster in the episode 2 notes, there's a link to a riddle. I also have not figured out the riddle.

[p-redux]

You know, I am stunned at the lack of logic and critical thinking in this fandom. It’s like those with extreme opinions have such strong confirmation bias that they can’t get out of their own way. When I read some of these posts on lots of different blogs, I am struck at the logical questions that are never truly answered- well except by ad hominem attacks and logical fallacies and extensive conspiracy theories.

1. Wouldn’t a TV show that’s not on a well-known and popular streaming service love the PR they’d get if their costars were actually in love and in a real life relationship? What value does the production company gain by keeping them hidden for almost 10 years? I can’t logically see that it would bring more profits. So we’re supposed to love a loyal, brave, committed, and family-oriented Jamie, but we need a single, sexy Sam to sell the show?? Cognitive dissonance anyone?

2. Now that it’s well established that Sam and Caitriona essentially ARE Outlander and are EPs, wouldn’t they have the power to say no more if this “ narrative” was true? If they quit, there’s no OL. Couldn’t they refuse to film anything else if they aren’t allowed to tell the truth (if it’s hidden)? It’s interesting that Ron and Terri are married, Maril and Matt have twins together, but S and C were forbidden to be together? I would think that could be a legitimate lawsuit. Didn’t they renegotiate new contracts since the first season?

3. Do people actually believe that Sam and Caitriona are good people, philanthropic people, hard working entrepreneurial people, wonderful human beings but at the same time think that either of them would actually lie about their own children? With Sam’s childhood, people honestly think he would deny his kids AND be away from them for months? That they both would lie and deceive us about her father’s funeral?

4. So it’s been 10 years and NOT ONE person associated with either of them has publicly and clearly stated, with no doubts or other possible connotations, that they are really together? No costars? No personal friends? No teacher of their kids? No hospital personnel where the kids were born? No extras on OL? No crew members- even those that have been gone long enough that any NDA they signed about the production would have expired? No hotel staff where they may have traveled with their kids? No former “fake gfs” who might be pissed? No friends of “ fake gfs” that want to defend their friend and set the record straight? Not one person who has been associated with OL who might just think this is harmful to children? No photos of them with kids in public- clear photos, not reflections or someone in the background that we cannot clearly identify? Not videos where we cannot tell who is actually there? Wouldn’t someone somewhere have gotten a photo of them together as a family? In ten years? Have you P, seen evidence that I haven’t? I have seen nothing but reflections, blurry images, unidentifiable people in the background. Am I missing something?

5. About their chemistry- they aren’t the only actors I have ever seen that have great chemistry but no real romantic relationship. There are lots of them. It’s like people don’t know what actors actually do. So much of chemistry in acting between actors is about trust and respect for the work. Even some of the best chemistry has been between actors who didn’t really like each other in real life, but were able to use their chemistry and their talent to create characters we believed loved each other.

6. Lastly, I can’t wrap my brain around liking and respecting these two actors for their work and for their real lives, while claiming every day they are lying to me.

People see what they want to see or what they need to see to support their position.

Occam’s Razor tells me that the simplest explanation is often the best one.

Hopefully when OL finally ends, these two will get some peace.

Now, watch the “but what about ______? “start.

Bless you Anon for summarizing everything I and countless other SANE fans have been saying in the Outlander fandom for the last 9 years. The thing is...some Extreme Shippers continue to ship for a few reasons. I put them in these categories:

1. OG shippers who have invested SO many YEARS in their SamCait fantasy ship. They want to "save face." It's embarrassing to acknowledge that you were fed and believed a LIE for so long. Their egos can't handle it, so they'd rather double down, and find a way to pretzel their brains around things that are obvious facts to the rest of us. They don't want to feel like they "lost." So, they just keep on denying the TRUTH and the mountains of evidence showing that Sam and Cait are not a couple in real life. The alternative is too painful to them. It's been too much time, too much energy, too much of themselves invested in the ship, and they are missing something in their real lives. The ship fills that void.

2. New fans to Outlander who have recently discovered it. They've gone down the rabbit hole of shipper Tumblr, Facebook, Instagram and Twitter X accounts and they haven't climbed their way out yet to blogs like mine, and other Non-Shippers.

3. The Fake Shippers who pretend to be shippers to MAKE MONEY off those still clinging on to the life boats. There are still bloggers and shipper groups who know they have a captive audience in shippers holding out hope that some of what the original shipper leaders sold them might actually be true. These fake shippers manipulate gifs, pictures, videos, SHOW shippers what they WANT to see. They keep them hanging on with podcasts, magazine, subscriptions. They sell them trips to Scotland, conventions t-shirts, mugs, daily "proof" that Sam and Cait secretly live together with their 5 bairns. And because con artists are experts at conning people, they make everything believable...and some poor souls buy what they're selling. Literally BUY 💵 what they're selling. Sadly, this fandom is filled with a lot of retired women with disposable income, who are lonely or disillusioned with their own lives. And they are easy pickings for the money hungry fake shippers.

So, in summary, the reason there are still some SamCait Shippers is a combination of fake shippers SELLING them the fantasy AND women needing to STILL hold onto the fantasy. With a few actually mentally unwell women thrown in here and there, who have diagnosable mental health issues.

It's actually quite sad. If only they had gotten off the ship with the rest of us years ago, they could have been enjoying celebrating REAL love. Instead, they're on a constantly rocky ship that causes them disappointment more often than not. Here, on terra firma, no one needs Dramamine. It's lovely. Because it's REAL. 💞

[winchesterwild78]

Chance Meeting pt 5

Part 1, 2, 3, 4

18+ Minors DO NOT interact

This is my first ever fan fiction. I adore Jensen Ackles and have no hate towards his family. In this he’s single. I’m not sure exactly how to do this so any suggestions or feedback is appreciated. Please be kind and all mistakes are my own. All work is mine. Please don’t copy it.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, Jensen being a sweetheart

Chapter Warnings: implied teen pregnancy, Jensen being a sweetheart, plus sized reader body issues, Things continue to heat up

A/N: I’m working hard on making sure the chapters get done quickly. I don’t want to leave you hanging for too long. If you have any suggestions please let me know. Reader is older-not trying to alienate anyone, but I wanted the reader close to Jensen’s age and with children. This will make more sense in later chapters.

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As you opened your room door you looked at your phone. 6 missed calls from y/f/n and 10 texts. “Oh great, I forgot to call her back last night.” You immediately called her back and as soon as she answered the phone you quickly said “Oh my god, y/f/n I am so sorry I forgot to call you. I was incredibly busy and it slipped my mind.” “Well y/n it better have been a good reason. I’ve been worried sick.” She said. “Did you end up going to karaoke?” “Yes I did, and I sang a song with Jensen. His voice is even more beautiful in person.” “So, y/n tell me everything.” She said with excitement in her voice. You started at the beginning and you told her how it felt like a magnet was pulling you to him. You could hear her giggle as you continued telling her about everything. Well maybe not every single detail, but enough to make her squeal with delight. “So are y’all just fuck buddies or something else?” She said after you finished. “God, y/f/n crude much?!?” “I don’t know what we are right now. I just know when I’m with him I feel safe, loved and protected. I feel like I’ve known him for years. I can’t explain it. Trust me, once I know I’ll let you know.” You told her. After talking for a few minutes you told her you needed to get ready for the panels and photo ops. You both said your goodbyes with you promising to text or call her later.

You changed into your Radio Company t-shirt, grabbed your flannel and finished off your outfit with your comfy shoes. You fixed your hair into a messy bun and put on light makeup. One last look and you were headed out the door passes for the day in hand. The anticipation of the day gave you butterflies. You wondered how Jensen would act towards you and since Jared saw you how would he be towards you.

The first panel was with Jared, Jensen and Misha. You took your seat on the 2nd row on the far right. You were in the first seat and could see the stage clearly. The guys were introduced and took to the stage. Deafening applause and screams filled the room. They sat down on their chairs, of course Jared turned his around. You saw Jensen scanning the crowd looking for you. When he made eye contact with you he smiled. You smiled and bit your lip. He bit his bottom lip and licked his lips. Jared noticed and smiled, tipping his head to you. He leaned over to Misha and whispered something to him that caused him to look your direction and smile. He gave Jensen a playful slap on his arm with a big grin on his face. Jensen blushed a little. You thought he was absolutely adorable with slight pink cheeks.

The panel started with the guys talking and cracking jokes. The crowd was in the palm of their hands. These guys really love their fans and know how to really work the crowd. You hardly took your eyes off Jensen. He was breathtaking and so sweet answering questions about any and everything people asked him. You decided to jump in line to ask a question before Jensen turned back your way. He saw you weren’t in your seat and you saw his face fall a little. The next question came from the other side of the room so Jensen turned to listen and answer the question. Your turn was next. Your heart was racing and you had no idea what you were going to ask, so you decided to wing it.

You took the microphone and when Jensen saw you he started smiling. Jared and Misha both grinned. Jared said hello first followed by Misha and then Jensen. You said “hey guys! My name is y/n it’s really great to meet you three.” Jared said “hello y/n I’m Jared, that’s Misha and the goof down there is Jensen.” You giggle when Jensen whips his head around and said “oh I’m the goofy one?!?” Everyone started laughing. You looked at Jensen and said “um my question is for Jared” giving Jensen and smile a wink while Jared starts laughing and says go on. You ask him “Since he was Deans little brother, if he could pick the perfect girl for Dean what would her personality be and would it be similar to someone he would approve of for Jensen? Why or why not?” Jared said “Well y/n I’m glad you asked that question. Hmm the perfect girl for Dean would be very similar to the perfect girl for Jensen. They would have to be strong willed, loving, family oriented, could cook and put up with his moods .” “So let me ask you something, y/n. Are you a Sam girl or a Dean girl?” He asked you wiggling his eyebrows. Jensen spoke up and said “well obviously she’s a Dean girl because she wanted to know about his perfect girl.” He said smiling at you. “You looked between the both of them and smiled then said “Well, actually I’m a Cas girl.” Everyone erupted in laughter. Jared and Misha both jumped up to hug you. Jared grabbed you and pulled you into a hug and whispered “so glad to finally meet you officially.” Misha hugged you and said “I knew I was going to like you.” Jared jumped back on stage and said “best answer ever!” You thanked them and took your seat looking at Jensen and you’re both smirking at each other.

Before the end of the panel one of the staff members came over and tapped you on the shoulder. “Ma’am, Mr Ackles would like you to join them in the green room. If you could please follow me.” You grabbed your stuff and got up to follow her. She took you behind a curtain and into a room with seating, food and drinks. There was also a tv that showed the current panel. A few minutes later the panel was done and the guys were walking off the stage. The next thing you knew the door was opening with Jared, Jensen and Misha walking in. They all greeted you with hello’s and smiles. Jensen walked up to you and took you in his arms. He hugged you and backed away. You leaned in for a kiss and he said “oh I thought you were a Cas girl?” You playfully hit his chest and he softly kissed your lips. “Awwwww” Both Jared and Misha said at the same time. Jensen shot them a smirk and put his arm around you. You all sat around talking and getting to know each other. All the guys showed you recent pictures of their kids and they talked about how fast they were growing. You showed pictures of your kids and talked about how they have both grown up too fast. Your oldest is in their 20s and your youngest is almost 18. Everyone looked at you and said there was no way you had a kid in their 20s. You laughed and said “I started early.” Jensen sat staring at you and you were worried you just blew it with him. Yes he has kids, but they weren’t teenagers yet. You kinda held your breath until Jared and Misha got up to leave and told Jensen and you they would give y’all a few minutes alone before Jensen was due for his next thing.

When the door closed you looked at Jensen who was still staring at you. He whispered to you “I kinda like the idea of a MILF.” He growled in your ear and you were on each other like a couple of teenagers. You were panting and hands roaming over each other. Deep passionate kisses and Jensen leaving love bites down your neck. His lips were intoxicating and his touch was electric. You knew you couldn’t get too hot and heavy but damn did your body crave him. Between kissing and heavy petting you told him he needed to get ready for the next thing. You didn’t want him to be late. He kept kissing you and finally pulled himself away. “You know I just realized I don’t have your number.” Jensen said with a chuckle. You smiled and gave him your number then said “well I think we had more pressing things on our minds.” He texted you and you saved his number under “J” just in case someone saw your phone. You didn’t have a clue what this was between you two and you really didn’t know how to explain it yet. Keeping this between you two right now was the best decision for both of you. With one last kiss you both sighed and left the green room. He went to his photo ops and you went to get in line. You were looking forward to getting the pictures done and hopefully seeing Jensen later tonight.

Part 6 soon

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

A-6 the grand finale of Danganronpa Another and truly a unique experience. While in some ways this is similar to 1-6, and a dash of 2-6 in there as well, there is a HUGGGGGGEEEEEE difference between them especially in how I feel this is a chapter that couldn't be made by modern day LINUJ now.

This chapter is interesting since LINUJ was starting to brainstorm ideas for SDRA2 around this time, and as such he wanted to leave little hooks in place for it, and a LOT more when he did Chapter A-6.5, which I really need to re-examine since it contains a lot of foreshadowing of what's to come in SDRA2, especially a little something there which is the main crux for the argument that the Voids were directly inspired by the Warriors of Hope. If you know, you know.

The chapter starts of with the massive bombshell that Akane has regained her memories and is the Mastermind of this game, so like every Mastermind ever who's been exposed, Akane orders the survivors to gather evidence to solve all the mysteries the school has to offer. While I still think Mikado is a slightly better villain, I cannot deny that Akane Taira is a frightfully good close second, and that's mainly due to the impact she has on the player in emotional terms. This isn't the first time we've had a Mastermind hide among the students as Tsumugi stayed hidden until Chapter 6 and Mikado was exposed from the beginning. I do have to admit that the first half of SDRA2 Mikado is kinda a lame duck, ironic given he uses one when bathing, but I personally blame that more on LINUJ's style of wirting since he has a habit of segertating Chapters 1-3 and 4-6 as their own seperate entities so maybe he didn't have Mikado do too much in the early chapters because of this, which is stupid but moving on. And we all know that Tsumugi sucks and does jack all throughout V3.

Akane though? Akane is the DEUTAGONIST of the story. She is introduced fairly early on as Yuki's helper and possible love interest and she goes through one hell of a character arc where she has deal with the emotional trauma of A-2, and these scars last her throughout the game as she comes to terms with Ayame's sacrifice and what it means to her. And when Tsurugi keeps getting on her case and wanting her to die, you REALLY want her to live just to spite Tsurugi more then anything and a lot of people would be rooting for Akane. You really do learn to genuinely care for her as a character and while admittely there wasn't many signs that Akane was one of the Masterminds responsible for the mess that Class 79 are in, there's quite a bit for Yuki, but not so much Akane, but when Tsurugi drops the bombshell Akane is one of the Masterminds, at first you are willing to dismiss him because well, he's been at it all game so what has changed? But then when Akane regains her memories, it hits you emotionally HARD on how much you have been betrayed. You TRUSTED Akane Taira. You CARED for her. And to find out she is one of the artitects behind this madness, this is like if Kyoko was revealed to be the Mastermind back in Trigger Happy Havoc. ESPECIALLY since this comes right off her helping you with clearing Yuki's name as the culprit. Where everyone was against Yuki, Akane was the only one standing up for him, and now to find out all of this? The emotional distress is real.

And what makes this even better, is normally when the culprit is revealed, they do a immediate personality shift where they are a completely different person, and I don't really like it when that happens. But with Akane she's still herself, she's still the same Akane you known and cared for throughout the game, its just she's way more willing to kill people for the sake of her precious master. And while she tries so hard to be like Junko, its very clear she's not as when people fumble or miss out certain details she gets so angry when it does go that way, which is the sort of thing Junko doesn't do, really highlighting the differences between them.

A-6's investigative period is alright but considering that Akane is kinda handholding you throughout this part, it doesn't really feel like you are solving a mystery. Granted most Chapter 6s have the Mastermind just loredump on you, but most at least give you a chance to figure shit out, but Akane doesn't really do that as she's a very railroading Mastermind, who gets super pissed when things don't go her way.

The flashbacks to Class 79 pre memory wipe and everything they had to go through is so interesting but also it makes me wonder if this is why LINUJ had to hold back on making characters like Ayame and Kanata so evil because if he did, it wouldn't make sense for Class 79 to be all buddy-buddy with each other. And even people like Mitch and Kizuna have good moments which showed that everyone in Class 79 are more or less good people at heart, which given how evil and horrible a lot of the SDRA2 cast are, is such a massive tonal shift. We even have a upsetting scene where Kanata sees the dying and wants to help them but Rei has to literally hold her back as she's crying out, which really underscores the horror of the Tragedy.

Yamato and Mikako also have a interesting dynamic with each other as we really see what their true personalites were like; that Yamato is a insightful person who's willing to take measures to protect his friends, whilist Mikako is more akin to Makoto and likes to see the goodness in everyone's hearts. Her reasons to not kill Utsuro and Akane right away is because she thinks they had a chance to change and be better people, which is a nice thing to think, but I also feel this was really only put in to "justify" LINUJ's viewpoint that people don't ever change; that the good remain good and bad always remains bad. Its not as bad here as in SDRA2 but you do start to see warning signs of what LINUJ's mindset is like.

But as brilliant of a Mastermind Akane is, she's really only a minion in all of this since the true Mastermind is Yuki Maeda, or rather Utsuro and the fact with Utsuro's memories coming out, you are given the choice whenever to go to Hope or Despair. This is such a clever move by LINUJ because most players believe the correct choice is Hope so they go through the White door and get the Bad Ending, its a similar vein how 1-5 tricks you into exposing Kyoko and having her executed so you get the Bad Ending. And the way Akane reacts its almost as if she doesn't WANT to kill Yuki but she feels she has to for the sake of the mission that Junko given her and Utsuro. This is what makes Akane so compelling as a antagonist because she isn't just a morally black villain for the sake of it, she's a more compelling and complex character then that, and one who seems to be in cognitive dissonance with her as the Mastermind and her memories of the Killing Game which are still there and still affecting her.

So now its time to talk about the Danganronpa God Man himself. Utsuro is definetely more interesting then Izuru but that's not saying much. While Yuki being behind it all was more built up then a random portrait of Izuru Kamakura in Chapter 4 that is then not mentioned until much later when AI Junko is like "Hey guys did you know Hope's Peak Academy did their own verison of Unit 731?" Plus while Izuru gets a bit in Danganronpa 3, he is just a nothing character. He is this Superhuman character who can change the plot how he feels but yet he is such a boring and uninteresting character, ESPECIALLY when compared to Hajime. Yuki by contrast is not a very good protagonist so when Utsuro yeets him from existence, it feels a sense of relief when he comes out. His backstory is quite interesting as it really sells just how ruinious of a power luck can be as while you get a bit of that with Nagito, Utsuro takes this to the extreme but its here I need to confess something;

I. DESPISE. DIVINE. LUCK.

Divine Luck is hands down one of the most bullshit, overpowered and BORING powers I have ever seen in fiction. The reason why I don't like it is because it feels like the biggest "Deux Ex Machima" power to exist, that if LINUJ has written himself into a corner and he frequently does, he can just wave the Divine Luck stick to get him out of it. Plus as you said it REALLLYYY undercuts and underscores any emotional stakes that could occur in this game and the sequels because you don't know if Divine Luck made them do it or not. Danganronpa Masterminds often are extremely overpowered but Utsuro just takes this to the extreme as there's a massive feeling of hopelessness and nilhilism coming from him because you really start to think that absolutely nothing the characters can do will ever go against what Utsuro thinks.

It gets EVEN WORSE in SDRA2 because since all of Void (expect Mikado as I think he doesn't have it) have this BS Power, you again are left questioning on why their plans failed or if certain things were meant to go a certain way? Mikado did mention that Divine Luck users can counter each other, but its such a throwaway line and it really, realllly cheapens or makes any kind of victory feel hollow and null due to the fact you pretty sure you only won because the Divine Users allowed you to win or your victory aligned with their interests. It just sucks all the fun and joy from the narrative. Long story short I see Divine Luck as LINUJ's "Get out of Jail Free" Card and I don't like it one bit.

Like here's a thing; I've been asked how I would change certain events if I was in the game itself, and while obviously the answer varies from title to title, when it comes to the Another games, I just outright skipped them because I knew Divine Luck would waggle its finger, say "nuh-uh" and whatever I wanted to change would just outright not happen.

But while I think Utsuro is a alright character and his power sucks from a story-telling perspective, there is ONE cool thing he does. With Yuki being our eyes and ears throughout the game, you expect much like the other time when the morality of the player character becomes questionable, that we lose control of Utsuro and go back to Tsurugi and co, but nope, you the player remain in the driver's seat of Utsuro and as such breaking down the survivors isn't Utsuro's job; its YOURS. YOU are the one who's breaking them down and delivering harsh truth after harsh truth to reduce Tsurugi, Teruya and Rei into jibbering wreaks who are begging for death. Its SUCH a cool role reversal since normally in Danganronpa you play as the hero fighting against Despair, but here, you are the big bad and you are aiding despair not fighting against, HOPE is your enemy not despair.

The Canon series often tells us that Hope is always good and Despair is pure evil, and while Danganronpa 3 tried to teach us Hope can go too far, its the Another series that flips the script and makes so that while Despair is chaotic, it can be used for good and Hope can be used for evil means. Certainly not the case in DRA, but SDRA2 REALLY takes this home since ever single culprit in that game did their evil crimes because they wanted hope, they wanted to be loved and they wanted to share their love and obsession with others whenever they like it or not. And its your job to crush their spirits and send them into despair. You don't just defeat the culprits, you completely RUIN them. Neither Hope nor Despair are inheritely good or evil, its just who uses them. Hope is often seen as a symbol of good but need I remind you in Warhammer 40K one of the Chaos Gods there lives because of hope? Plus what one person's idea of Hope could be another person's Despair, its a very subjective term. There are things that Hope can do, but there are some threats that only Despair can bring down. Its up to each person in life to manage both Hope and Despair and wield them as powerful tools.

And while I feel LINUJ wanted to have all the survivors get killed, Utsuro and Akane to win, and have it be a complete Downer Ending, clearly there would be riots if he did that so AI Yamato is here to save the day. And with everyone feeling hopeful again and Akane decided that this wasn't what she signed up for, Utsuro then tries to kill them all but thanks to Akane's sacrifice, they all survive to live another day. Now I do need to address a few things; firstly Akane was originally meant to live past this, but LINUJ deemed her sins too unforgivable to live and thus he killed her. Secondly you mentioned about Utsuro could have saved himself a lot of heartbreak by transferring his powers to someone a lot eariler, but as LINUJ's QA revealed, even Utsuro himself wasn't confident it would occur so he didn't do it in the past. Given how OP Divine Luck is, its a massive plot hole and one I highly question but that's the in-universe reason why he didn't do it sooner.

Now as for tieing Fangans to the canon series, the Another series did do things right by having the events set place before the Canon series, but there is a reason why people don't like Fangans tied into the canonical universe, because there was a period where a lot of fangans or people's ideas of them were ALL set in the Hope's Peak setting and a lot of them SUUUCCCKKKEEED. Like literally every single Mastermind's motive in them boiled down to "Junko made me do it" which this is a big reason why I started to massively loathe the character, plus they keep coming up with more and more absurd reasons why we never heard of these guys before. This is why there is such a massively distain for them since there was a period when this was done and it was done badly. As such most opt to go for original settings where they don't have such weaknesses.

The Another series is a example done well, but when you have so many that fall flat...it kinda makes it hard to like Fangans which tie themselves into the Hope's Peak setting. Especially as it manages to enchance the canon by making Junko more threatening and intimidating then she is in canon as she had TWO godly beings at her fingertips and she discarded easily the strongest one just so she could press test her precious Killing Game, and it makes the stakes in Trigger Happy Havoc so much more intense.

A-6 really gives you a unique experience as while it starts of like 1-6 and 2-6 it doesn't take long to deviate from them and showcases two very frightening and intimidating villains, but also puts YOU in their side as well because for once you are not the good guy in this setting you are the Big Bad and you are the ones personally driving the survivors to despair, its such a wonderful subversion and this means that the breakdown of all the survivors is purely on YOUR hands this time around.

God I cannot WAIT to when the Another Remake does this segment because I feel it will blow it out of the park, like imagining how the Remake would make this extra peak and it makes my mouth water. And heck I bet depending on how the Remake does, it might be able to push higher on the list you don't know, all the Another 1 chapters are subject to change depending on how stellar the Remake is.

But while this a brilliant finale which more then pays off, and gives you something you will never in another Fangan (Since when did you control the MASTERMIND?) Its obviously not the best Another 1 case...and by process of elimanation we know what that is. A-4 is now not only the best Another 1 case but the best Another case PERIOD. The question is when will it turn up?

//Yeah, I did get the feeling that VOID were LINUJ's version of the WOH, but it's hilarious how the Warriors are such B-List villains overall, and VOID are somehow a worse version of them, lmao.

//There are a few things you brought up here that I didn't really cover in my analysis, but will go over now that the points have been raised.

//To be honest, from this perspective, Akane being the Mastermind was the best way to end this character arc of hers. Because it's the one route that you could have gone that people wouldn't have been expecting, and the fact that it wasn't foreshadows a lot doesn't bother me, unlike Junko. I already kind of went over my issues with her, but with an arc as we've described it, with Tsurugi constantly trying to get Akane to kill herself, the only way that kind of arc could end is A) She does it, or B) she survives to spite him.

//The Mastermind reveal is an unanticipated third option, and the best way to catch the players off guard, and I think that's largely why the twist is so good for me.

//Also, I didn't bring up the fact that Akane handholds you so much through the investigation, and yeah, that would normally be a slight against this case. But this is the one case where I make an exception, and that's purely because Akane guiding you through the invesigation...MAKES SENSE.

//Unlike Junko, or Tsumugi, where they feel in control and are telling you the plot points purely to make you feel like shit, Akane actually has a goal with this trial. She's trying to bring back Utsuro by getting Yuki to remember who he is, but she can't tell him directly, otherwise it won't work.

//So the reason why she basically gives the clues to you on a silver platter, and why she gets angry when you can't work them out, is because that goal is failing. Utsuro isn't coming back, despite all her hard work. And I actually think that's a really clever excuse to have her do all this shit and make this trial easy. She HAS to set it up as a mystery, otherwise she can't bring Utsuro back. If she could just tell Yuki that he's Utsuro, she would have done that from the start.

//Also, I do have to comment on something else. I do not agree with the idea that this "people don't change" idea that LINUJ advocates takes hold here.

//Because yes, the whole point of Mikako here is the fact that her Hope is ultimately what doomed everyone. She was so astute in believing in Yuki and Akane, and that they could be better, that the Killing Game happened as a result.

//However, even though it only happened after she died, and even though they did cause this much trauma and pain, Mikako was RIGHT! Akane straight up switches sides in her final moments and questions her path when Utsuro decides to kill everyone, and despite everything they do, neither she, nor Utsuro himself, are completely rotten to the core. Yeah, he mostly does it because he wants to die, but Utsuro stays with Akane in her final moments, and gives his power to her so that her body can survive while he perishes. He had literally no reason to do that other than out of care for her.

//And Akane doesn't stop loving Utsuro, even after she double-crosses him. She just spreads that love to everybody else, and changes for the better, just as Mikako said she could. A little late, sure, but at least not never.

//And yes, the Another series subverts the usual series by having you take the side of Despair, but the reason why I like it is because, at least with SDRA2, though you use Despair to defeat the VOID's hope, that doesn't necessarily make Sora "evil." I just like the way that Another reinforces the idea that Hope does not equal Good, nor does Despair equal Evil. Both can be used by either side to further their goals. Kind of like how Nagito seeks Hope, but creates Despair to get it.

//Also, I don't despise Divine Luck as much as you do, because I still think it can work, just within the right context, and DRA isn't that. It's not handled super well because of how many plotholes it creates, but I don't agree with the notion that it's worse in SDRA2.

//I think the VOIDs all have a FRACTION of Utsuro's power. Enough that it managed to get them out of shitty situations and drawn together. But if they had the actual power itself, then there'd be no reason for them to track down Utsuro or work for Mikado. So I think something might have gotten lost in translation.

//And as I said when I talked about A2-6, even though Sora awakens to the power, it's not like she uses it to bullshit Mikado's defeat. She uses it to help them unlock the thing that they need to beat him, but she already had a plan to dick him over that didn't even involve the Divine Luck. She even implies that Syobai's own luck got the code right, as confusing as that is.

//And as I said already, playing as Utsuro, and this game's last Non Stop Debate is single-handedly one of the coolest moments in any fangame I've played, and I actually replicated this in ReProgrammed's final chapters, because I thought it was so cool.

//A few last minute comments: I am actually glad that Akane didn't survive, because I do actually kind of agree with LINUJ. Akane did do some terrible things, and dying with her sins while going out as a hero was a much preferable way to end things instead of her just walking out. Especially if she was gonna walk out with Tsurugi, because with how he regresses later, she probably wouldn't have survived for long even if she did get out.

//Also, this "death" gave us Sora.

//And also, I suppose the stuff about Fangans taking place in the same universe being crap is...fair, but...What Fangans exactly are you talking about? Because I generally can't think of any that take place within the same timeline that are actually that bad.

//The only one's I can think of off the top of my head are Another, TheAfter, and Despair Time (I think). All of which are basically BELOVED.

//I get the point, but I generally think that despite oversaturation in the past, the Hope's Peak timeline is rich with opportunities for creative expansion. Canon already leaves many gaps, such as the Reserve Course, other branches of Hope's Peak, or how society at large responded to the Tragedy, and these areas allow for compelling, fresh narratives without requiring absurd justifications for a character's absence in canon events.

//While Junko is central to the canon, fangans can avoid the "Junko made me do it" trope by exploring other antagonistic forces. The Danganronpa universe already introduces other potential masterminds, ideologies, and factions, like Future Foundation splinters or rogue Despair cults. Even if Junko plays a role, she doesn’t have to overshadow the fangan's unique cast or motives.

//Original settings often sidestep the pitfalls of tying into canon but come with their own challenges, like building a compelling, believable world from scratch. Poorly constructed original settings can fall just as flat as repetitive Hope's Peak narratives, making this an issue of quality rather than concept.

//And yeah, that's all I have to say. And by God, it wasn't until you actually pointed it out that I realized wow, A-4 really IS my favourite case from the Another series, and honestly, I'm surprised by that.

//I'm lookin forward to your review on that. Take your time.

-Mod

[indigosabyss]

Meanwhile With Tommy And Kamran (Part 6)

Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5

Kamran had called three numbers from Mrs Kaplan's phone. First was his mother's, and it had returned disconnected. Probably either in an evidence locker somewhere or destroyed.

Next was Kamala's, which rang out. And then, because he memorized every phone number he thought would come in handy; he dialed the Circle Q's helpline. He was met with a pre-recorded message, assuring him that there would be a follow-up call with a person soon.

He didn't expect Brian to actually call back.

"Okay, so first of all, my name isn't Brian. It's Bruno," the boy corrected, voice tinged with annoyance.

"Oh shit, really? I actually thought it was Brian."

"I thought you were doing it to mock me, but I feel like if you're calling me after escaping from Damage Control, you wouldn't make fun of me."

"No! Dude, I would never. Can we hash this out in person? Damage Control has me cornered in this small town in New Jersey, but I think I can get to Jersey City-"

"I'm not in JC right now," Bruno cut him off. "You've missed a lot in the last eight months. I'm in Caltech now."

"But what do I do?" Kamran asked plaintively. "You know where my mom is? Where Kamala is??"

Bruno breathed loudly. "I was dealing with that when you called. There was some incident at the Khan house. There's a giant hole through the roof, and the family is nowhere to be found."

"They attacked her house?" Kamran asked, trying to stand up, to find himself welded to the chair by crystals. He breathed, trying to think of the enemies Kamala had. The ones who would have the audacity to storm her house.

"... Was it my mom?" he asked hesitantly.

Bruno audibly winced. "Kamran... your mother's dead. Months ago."

He felt like he had known it, on some level. Ever since he had felt that whisper from nowhere, and the crystals had first begun weaving over his body.

It didn't ease the gut punch of hearing it.

The crystals were carpeting the area around him, and then arching upwards, sharp enough to hurt, just like what he was feeling inside.

"Just- I'll help you figure this out," Bruno said reluctantly. "Don't go to Jersey City, it's definitely not safe. Do you have access to this phone after this? I'll ask Nakia to drive your car out, so that you can go wherever."

"That could work," he agreed. "I don't want to impose on the Kaplans too much, but maybe the rest of the day?"

"I'll keep you posted, then."

The phone clicked dead. Bright turquoise burned into his eyes from every direction.

Tommy reached forward and tapped a slightly blurry finger on one of the spikes reaching out to him. It splintered and dissipated from the hit.

Everyone was staring at him, Kamran noted. They didn't look any less relaxed when he finally gathered the strength to put all the constructs out.

"So, how'd it go?" Tommy urged.

"A friend is bringing my car over," he said, which finally spurred the Kaplans into smiling. He should take the victory. Not tell them about the deluge of bad news he'd gotten.

But the confessions start bubbling out of him anyway. "My friend Kamala's house was attacked, and no one can find the family. My mother died months ago."

The world was blurry around him. Blurry and bright turquoise. He had trapped himself in his bubble once more.

What was left out there for him, anyway?

[Last two leftttt]

[meraki24601]

Would you be opened to writing a whump prompt for me? I'm writing a story about a Whumpee returning after having been missing for 4 months. 

If so: Could you write the scene in which caretaker (who looks for missing Whumpee every single night) stumbles across a very sick Whumpee (it's been raining, probably pneumonia) and sorry I don't know if this is too much for you but anywhoo

Caretaker takes Whumpee to their home, Whumpee who is just so feverish but caretaker can tell that Whumpee is different, the way they flinch at slight touch

Maybe during caretaking, caretaker decides that they don't care about Whumpee's flinching, and they just hug them. Whumpee is so painfully touch-starved they just start crying in caretaker's arms.

This is a bonus but only if you have time to do it or even care: caretaker's mother is a doctor, she comes down as soon as the door opens, and helps somehow

thanks if so!

For some reason, I didn't get a notification when you sent this. I found it, though! Hope you like it.

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4 Months

I spent day 1 of the search stuck in the police station. The moment Whumpee didn't make it home, I made the call, but they had to wait to put in the report. I answered questions and gave evidence for hours. Their last known whereabouts were just outside the grocery store we always go to. 

On day 3, they found video evidence of Whumpee getting in Whumper's car. Their hands were tied behind their back. Whumper looked up at the camera and smiled before closing the car door. They sent out new wanted alerts within 5 minutes of finding it. 

Day 7, the police sent out search parties. They had a satellite picture of Whumpee tied to a fence just outside a town two states over. They… didn't look good. By the time they arrived at the scene, all they could find was a bloody smear. 

Day 30 came and passed. There were two more sightings. Each one was worse than the last. The FBI got involved. 

On day 61, the FBI told me they were closing the case. They had received an image of Whumpee lying dead on the ground. They couldn't find the body or Whumper. They were going to keep a file open on Whumper, but Whumpee was officially considered dead. It was a lie, though. There's no way Whumper actually killed Whumpee. 

Day 78, I moved back in with my mother. I didn't want her to disappear like Whumpee had. That same day, she opened a package in the mail containing a finger. The police didn't believe me. The package disappeared before I could turn it in. After that, I couldn't help but worry every time she left for her nursing shift at the hospital. 

Day 94, my mother held me as I cried. It was their birthday. I refuse to give up. Whumpee is still alive. I will find them, with or without the police's help.

Day 122, four months on the dot since Whumpee disappeared, I found them tied to a tree in the forest behind my mother's house. Technically, Bunny, my mom's Doberman, found them after pulling her leash out of my hands. When I caught up with her, she’d dropped her favorite ball in Whumpee's hand and was whining softly.

I froze, looking at the person I had been searching for over the past 4 months. They were soaked to the bone and covered in dirt and leaves, seemingly having been left outside through the rain storm that had just passed maybe an hour earlier. For a moment, I couldn't tell if they were dead or alive. 

A deep cough that made my own chest hurt echoed through the trees. Whumpee's hand, with one finger missing, shifted slightly to roll Bunny's ball back toward her. The dog grabbed the ball, bouncing around her found friend with reckless abandon. The soft sob that pushed its way from my throat caught Bunny's attention, and she ran back to me; the ball in her mouth displaying a dark, bloody handprint. 

Bunny dashed back toward the house in fear as I screamed Whumpee's name. They didn't respond. I crashed to my knees on the muddy forest floor in front of Whumpee. They barely had the strength left to lift their head, but they still flinched as I reached for them. 

"Don't." Whumpee's voice was hoarse as they pushed one single word at me. Their eyes were unfocused, and each breath rattled on its way in. Their whole body shivered despite the humidity after the summer rain. 

"You're safe, Whumpee. It's me." I whispered, "I'm going to cut the ropes. Just hold still for a minute longer."

Whumpee's eyes were huge as I shifted closer. When I reached out to comfort them by patting their leg, a strangled cry broke through the silence that had fallen over the forest. Whumpee pulled against the ropes already cutting into their skin. Their struggles didn't last for long. What energy they had left them as their face turned even paler. They were able to tilt their head just enough that when they threw up a mixture of stomach acid and blood dripped on the ground next to them. 

I took advantage of their distraction and quickly cut the ropes, catching Whumpee as they nearly fell into the small puddle of bile. They pulled away from my grip. I hushed them and shifted them carefully into my arms. They were light… so light in my arms. Their heart beat quickly against my chest, but even as I stood, I could feel it start to slow. 

"Mom! I need help. Get the kit!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I sprinted back to the house. The windows to her room were open, and a twitching curtain told me she had heard me. She had probably started watching the moment Bunny came back without me. 

The back door was already open. The chairs around the table had been pushed back against the wall, a plastic tablecloth we had bought for a picnic was spread out neatly on the table with the large first aid kit open at the head, and mom was scrubbing her hands in the sink. "Lay them down carefully on the table. Did you check for injuries?" My mother asked with her work face on. 

"They're bleeding! Of course they're hurt!" I couldn't help but yell back as I spread the shaking Whumpee on the kitchen table. How many meals have we shared at this table? Game nights before my father passed away, and we suddenly didn't have enough time?

"I wasn't asking if they were hurt, Caretaker. I was asking how and where." Mother's hands, shrouded in gloves, waved me back. "You need to step out for a minute. Change into clean clothes, wash your hands, and get me water and the softest wash rags you can find. It's going to be alright. Take a moment to calm down. I need you focused and ready to help."

I couldn't leave the kitchen fast enough. Every part of my body yearned to burst back in there and demand answers I knew couldn't be answered yet. So, I did as I was told. Water sloshed out of the bucket as I stumbled back toward Whumpee, but I couldn't find it in myself to care. 

My mother's soothing voice brought me to a stop just outside the kitchen door. "There you go. You're safe now. Take a deep breath in and now out. That's alright, that's alright. You did a good job. Steady now. I'm going to turn you on your side just a bit so I can see your back, okay?"

A deep, scream broke off into a fit of barely supported coughing. I opened the door. 

Whumpee had shifted, their body pulling against my mother's hands as they tried to curl up into a tight ball. The moment they saw me, however, those weak struggles turned into something almost primal. A thin sheen of sweat now covered their body. Mom barely managed to keep Whumpee from slipping off the table. 

All at once, all of the strength dripped out of their body. With eyes half-hooded, Whumpee watched carefully as I approached. I could hear their strained whisper, tainted with tight coughs, "It's not real. It's not real. It's not real." Their body stiffened. Not a good sign. 

"I am real, Whumpee." I sighed. They flinched away from the sound of my voice, eyes popping and searching for the source. My mom's fingers prodded at an open wound and caused them to gasp which threw them into another coughing fit. 

"Most of the older injuries have been treated. Not by me, by someone else." My mother's voice cut through the steadily building fog in my mind. "Malnourished, dehydrated, severe blood loss, gashes and bruises covering their chest. I also expect they have a rather serious case of pneumonia. Coughing, confusion, fever, nausea, and seeming chest pain outside of the visible injuries. 

"I need to be able to check their back before I feel comfortable enough to move them to the hospital. Can you help me turn them over?"

Each time I approach or make as if to touch Whumpee, they whisper in panicked tones as they flinch away, pushing their body as far away from me as they can in their weakened state. Over and over. My mother cautioned me to move slowly, but nothing seemed to help. I still wasn't completely confident they knew who I actually was. Each flinch stretched Whumpee's closing wounds. 

Finally, I'd had enough dancing around it. Whumpee cried out and tried to escape as I slid my arms under them and started to lift them up so they rested against my chest. 

Whumpee's struggles grew harder, fighting to free themselves, but I whispered comforting words in their ear. As my mother checked on their back, Whumpee began to ease up, I could feel their fever as they eventually started to cling to me instead of pushing away. Tears stained my shirt as my mother finished her task and stepped out of the room to call the hospital and the police. 

"I tried so hard to find you. I want you to know I never gave up." After my quiet declaration, Whumpee went limp in my arms. As they slept, I made myself a promise. I would never lose someone like this again. 

[faneliansficaloh]

A Lifetime of Happiness

(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5)

This is Chapter 6

Notes

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18 November 1817

Dear Penelope,

We have a very small garden in the back of the house. There is a variety of plants in there but, seen as I am no botanist, I am not able to identify them all. I have been pressed by Oliver, though, as he seems to have a very keen interest in nature and wants to know the names for every living thing in the world, Amy just wants to know the names of the flowers. Sir Phillip is of course to blame for this interest, as he gifted them books with plant illustrations last year, which they seem to have re-discovered now.

It turns out we have a food garden. One of the trees produces an odd fruit, shaped like a pear but has a thick, rough skin. I am told that when it’s ripe the innards can be mashed into a type of paste that is supposed to be good, but I cannot fathom how such a thing can be edible at all. There are also potatoes, peppers and, of course, tomatoes.

You must see that I now shall endeavour to ensure we get the best crop of tomatoes possible, it is only right.

Yours, Colin.

1814 – A kind of fear.

The all important night of the ball had come and they were all gathered in the ballroom, exquisitely decorated with the most beautiful flowers, for it was expected to be the backdrop for the Viscount Bridgerton’s betrothal to his intended, since no proposal had been made in the previous days since the Sharmas had arrived. Clearly no effort or expense had been spared as it showed in every single, exquisite detail.

Colin was surveying the room, when his eyes found Penelope. She was standing next to Eloise, as expected, talking rather animatedly. He smiled – Eloise was probably complaining about something, and Penelope would gently tease her about it. He couldn’t stop noticing that Penelope looked rather pleasant in her pink dress.

He had always known Penelope was not entirely unappealing. Even though most of the time the way she dressed and wore her hair were odd choices that didn’t help advertise it, he had always thought there was something pleasing in her large blue eyes. But that night her hair was a little different, and the colour and cut of the dress made her look rather fetching. It was an odd, almost disturbing thought, so he averted his gaze immediately. She was his little sister’s friend, so he shouldn’t be going back to look at her again and noticing how she had distractedly bit her lip in a most alluring way. He took a sip from his drink and directed his full attention to his wife.

Sir Phillip arrived with the full determination of only making an appearance and returning home as soon as possible. He had used a carriage this time, he would not be detained again. He was not even sure why he had chosen to attend. He told himself, of course, that he was merely returning the attentions he received the night of the storm. Lady Bridgerton had been most gracious and it had been far too long ongoing that the Cranes kept slighting the Bridgerton’s invitations to what seemed to be an annual event. As Sir Phillip made his way into the ballroom, looking for one of the many faces he had been introduced to just days prior, he noticed the young ladies he had conversed with during dinner, so he walked in their direction.

Penelope noticed him and told Eloise “Looks like Sir Phillip decided to accept your mother’s invitation after all”

Eloise turned to look in the direction of Penelope’s nod “Oh no, no, why is he coming towards us?”

“Maybe he wants to ask you for a dance?” Penelope teased her friend, making her wince. “Oh, Eloise, you have to admit he is rather interesting. Odd mannered, perhaps, but interesting. And he has read the books you keep talking so much about, you may have a suitable partner for meaningful conversation, as you’ve so often put it”

“I hardly think a ballroom is the place to discuss such matters, Penelope” Eloise scoffed at the prospect.

“Good evening, Miss Featherington, Miss Bridgerton”

“Sir Phillip, good evening. I am glad you decided to join us” Penelope greeted him.

“I surprised myself, to be honest, but I thought I should not keep slighting Lady Bridgerton any longer, after all of the kindness I received the other night. It is however a much larger gathering that I expected and I am yet to find her to pay my respects”

“Well, she’s not far off, I’m sure” Said Eloise “She never is far from me at these things”

“Miss Featherington, is that Miss Thompson, I mean, Mrs Bridgerton, standing beside Mr. Bridgerton?” He asked Penelope, who had to stand on her toes and extend her neck a bit to see over the crowd to where he was indicating.

“It is, indeed” It might be best to keep Sir Phillip away from her. Where were the more social Bridgertons when you needed them? Eloise was certainly not to be depended on for a situation as this. But she did not have to wait for long, because just as Eloise had predicted, along came Lady Bridgerton with a potential suitor for Eloise in tow.

“Sir Phillip! I’m so delighted you decided to join us!”

“Lady Bridgerton, it is my honour. You have designed a most charming evening”

“Allow me to introduce you, Lord Morrison. This is my daughter Miss Eloise Bridgerton, Miss Penelope Featherington and Sir Phillip Crane”

“An honour to make your acquaintance, ladies. Crane, it’s good to see you after so long!”

“How do you do, Morrison” Sir Phillip was courteous but not very welcoming of the other man.

“Have you met before?” Asked Violet with a surprised smile.

“We coincided briefly at Cambridge” Sir Phillip clasped his hands behind his back and his posture stiffened, which Penelope noticed as a sign of discomfort with the other man.

“Miss Eloise, would you do me the honour?” Eloise clearly panicked but she had been trapped and reluctantly joined Lord Morrison for a dance.

Violet then smiled pleased and cast a significant glance at Sir Phillip, directing him to Penelope. She didn’t have to actually say anything.

“Miss Featherington, would you like to dance as well?”

“You don’t have to – I mean, of course!” She had tried to spare Sir Phillip additional discomfort as it was glaringly apparent he did not really wish to dance at all, but corrected herself after receiving a mortal glance from their hostess.

“So, I take it you and Lord Morrison are not friends?” She asked once they were on the dance floor.

“Oh, absolutely not. In fact, I should warn you to stay away from him, Miss Featherington. I cannot disclose my reasons, but I hope you can trust me, even if we haven’t been acquainted for long”

“I assure you I am in no danger, Sir Phillip, but I appreciate your concern” She found it endearing that he would think it necessary to warn her, as if Lord Morrison – or anyone – would ever set their sights on her.

“I see you are very discerning” Did he really think it was a matter of her choosing to stay away from the man and not the other way around? Did he really think her attractive enough? “but what about your friend?” He said, trying to see the other couple.

“I will relay your warning as soon as I have an opportunity... but I don’t think it will be necessary at all” She said as she saw Eloise abruptly leaving the man in the middle of the dance floor, causing a scene.

Violet seemed rattled over the incident, so Colin went to her, with Marina following close behind him. He was worried for his sister as he saw her leave the ballroom “Is Eloise alright?”

“Yes. I just seem to have miscalculated” Violet’s face was still red as Eloise had clearly upset her, which Colin could not tolerate.

“I’ll go talk to her” He moved towards the stairs to go after his sister, but his mother stopped him.

“Let her be, I think she wants to be alone right now. I do not want her to feel under attack”

“Very well.” He decided he would stay near his mother in the meantime, but would have to talk to Eloise later. He loved his sister, but she had a tendency to overlook the needs and feelings of others, her own emotions barrelling through everyone else’s.

“Who was that man, that Eloise was dancing with?” asked Marina “I couldn’t see him, he got away so quickly”

“Lord Morrison” answered Violet, still mortified

“Oh! I’m glad for her, then” Violet’s eyes opened wide

“What do you mean, dear?”

“He’s not a good man, Lady Bridgerton. One of the maids at Romney Hall” Marina gave her a significant look and knew no more needed to be said.

“Good heavens! That explains why Sir Phillip was not pleased to see him” She looked around as if trying to make sure the man was gone for good.

“Sir Phillip is here?” Colin was equally surprised as his wife.

“Yes, he is. He is dancing with Penelope now as a matter of fact” This seemed to shift her mood almost immediately, but his Mother’s pleased and almost mischievous smile did not sit well with him.

“Wonderful!” Said Marina, rather sarcastically. “Now we’ll truly never get rid of him”

“It is just one dance, you exaggerate” Colin noted.

“Hmm We’ll see” Violet declared.

“I’ve danced with her many times, it doesn’t mean anything” Violet stiffened almost imperceptibly upon hearing that.

“But you’re a married man. He is not” Marina was almost laughing.

“Oh dear!” Violet whispered with a little nervous laugh and almost imperceptibly rolled her eyes and made a quick but graceful exit after muttering “Excuse me”. It was almost painful how oblivious all her children were in matters of the heart.

“He is not looking to marry anytime soon, he told me as much” He said, trying to put the matter to rest.

“Perhaps that may change, what if he falls in love?” Marina insisted.

He felt oddly disturbed, a kind of fear crept inside him, at the prospect of Sir Phillip falling in love with Penelope “You are right, he might.” He couldn’t find a single reason why he wouldn’t. Penelope was, after all, very loveable.

Chapter 7

[thefirstcourtesan]

My Favourite “Break Your Heart” Songs

I replied to a post of @jerzwriter ‘s about love songs and admitted that while I know a few, my writing taste leans towards songs about bittersweet or lost love. So I decided to make a list of my favorites. I’m sorry in advance.

1. I Would Have Loved You Anyway by Trisha Yearwood. This has been number one in my writing playlist for almost two decades now much to my husband’s chagrin. I think he could happily never heart it again 😂 but to me there is no better bittersweet song about love gone wrong. “… If I'da known the way that this would end/ If I'da read the last page first/ If I'da had the strength to walk away/ If I'da known how this would hurt/ … I would've loved you anyway”. There is just something so powerful about that. Not every love story lasts forever, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t worth it.

2. Dynasty by Miia. This song is my unofficial theme song for “Portia: A Roman Tragedy”. The idea of we could have had it all but then we didn’t. “Thought we built a dynasty that heaven couldn't shake/ Thought we built a dynasty like nothing ever made/ Thought we built a dynasty forever couldn't break up”. The first time I heard the song (in a fan video), I went “ohh, that’s the tragedyverse”, it just sums it all up for me.

3. What Might Have Been by Little Texas. I have always been haunted by the possibilities of “what might have been” and this song just sums it up in such a beautiful way. “We could sit and talk about this all night long/ And wonder why we didn't last/ Yes, they might be the best days we will ever know/ But we'll have to leave them in the past./ I try not to think about what might have been/ Cause that was then and we have taken diff'rent roads/ we can't go back again there's no use giving in/ And there's no way to know/ What might have been”. You can’t go back, you can’t ever know what could have been.

4. Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac. Of course this song is on the list. The lyrics, the haunted way she sings, the video of her signing it in 1997. This song is heartbreak perfection. “Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me/ I know I could have loved you/ But you would not let me”.

5. Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift. This is just a beautiful song (and a great video). “Nothing lasts forever/ But this is getting good now/ He's so tall and handsome as hell/ He's so bad, but he does it so well/ And when we've had our very last kiss/ My last request is/ Say you'll remember me/ Standing in a nice dress/ Staring at the sunset, babe/ Red lips and rosy cheeks”.

6. Strawberry Wine by Deana Carter. I have loved this song since I was a teenager (and the “when 30 was old” line hits particularly hard at 40) and as I have grown the song’s impact on me has changed and now I really appreciate the bittersweet look back on first love and how that kind of love only comes along once. “There's nothing time hasn't touched/ Is it really him or the loss of my innocence?/ I've been missing so much”

7. Already Gone by Sleeping At Last (it is a Kelly Clarkson song, but the version I love is a cover). “Started with a perfect kiss/ Then we could feel the poison set in/ Perfect couldn't keep this love alive/ You know that I love you so/ Ilove you enough to let you go” but also “Remember all the things we wanted/ Now all our memories, they're haunted/ We were always meant to say goodbye”. This song just hits so hard and sums up the idea that some things are always meant to end (are you sensing a theme 😂?)

8. Didn’t We Almost Have It All by Whitney Houston. Another one that I have played over and over until my husband never wants to hear it again. “Didn't we almost have it all/ When love was all we had worth giving?/ The ride with you was worth the fall my friend/ Loving you makes life worth living”.

9. Don’t Speak by No Doubt. Another one that goes back to teenage Misha. I think this one got me a few break-ups once upon a time. “Don't speak/ I know what you're thinkin'/ I don't need your reasons/ Don't tell me 'cause it hurts”.

10. Beautifully Unfiniished by Ella Henderson. “But maybe all that we are meant to be/ Is beautifully unfinished/ And I hate you, and I love you/ And I wish you'd go away/ And I hate you, and I love you/ And I wish that you would stay”. I love the pain of this song, the love and the hate, the idea that something is ending when you don’t want it to but you know it has too.

Narrowing it down to 10 was hard and there are lots of other regular songs on my writing playlist, but these are my favorites (although honourable mention to “Last Kiss” by Pearl Jam). If you feel like writing some angst, I highly recommend putting on some of these songs. I definitely have a “type” when it comes to my favorite music, there is something about the end of a love story and looking back that really hits hard for me.

[melaninpozp]

CRAZY INDULGENCE(ft.Bucky Barnes.)

(This fic is based off of the movie, Red Eye 2005! it’s so mf good)

Intro: You are the CEO of Waltonington Airport/Hotel. One of the biggest and most popular airports of all time. You were quite known and loved by few passengers who always attended the flights every few months or so. You were quite beautiful a sweetheart. One day, you planned on taking a small vacation back home, since you work and live out of state. You wanted to visit your Step-Mom. You haven’t seen her in a few months and wanted to come and see her. While boarding your plane and waiting in line, you ran into this man named Bucky Barnes. He was quite handsome, but you wouldn’t let it be known or say anything. Little did you know..he had other sadistic plans and murderous intents at hand.

(THIS FIC IS QUITE LONG BTW<3)

(This fic is based off of the movie, Red Eye 2005! it’s so mf good) Cred to the king Wes Craven.

WARNINGS: WARNINGS: SMUT, 18+, swearing( lots of it), degrading, threatening, crime, intimidation, bucky being a charmer one minute and turning into a crazed sadistic assassin, jaw grabbing, eating out, fingering, backshots( doggy position),spiting, rudeness( from Bucky), pre-planned crime, weapon on board(knife), harassment( from a weirdo at the airport), obsessiveness, size kink, lying, mouth covering, crying, spanking, eye contact, and hair pulling.

Enjoy the flight <3

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It was one of the most cloudiest and rainy days in Miami. Although it was a gorgeous city to say in and visit once in a while, it did have its rainy and thunderstorm days. You decided to go and visit your step mom for a weekend, since you haven't seen in forever. Ever since you landed that new job as a CEO at the famous Waltington Hotel, you decided to visit her and take her out to dinner and spend time with her more, and maybe catch up on anything you might've missed out on. Waltington J. Hotel was one of the most popular and well-known hotels in the whole city. Everyone who worked at the hotel knew you. You were the most favorited CEO out of the other 4 that worked there, you were the one who always fixed and resolved problems when things would go the wrong way. You always want to help people and any one that is need or unsure of something. That's what made you love your job so much.

You were currently in the back of your uber, on a call with your step-mom, discussing to her what your guys plans were and what restaurant you both wanted to visit when you arrived. You decided to wear something simple but casual, something like a fit black skirt and a white lace top, with a white buttoned up blazer and some low heels on. Your hair was done(in any way you'd like, add any makeup if you'd like.) While arriving in front of the Hotel, you pay the driver and smile giving him a 5-star review. As the driver comes on your side of the car to open your door, he gives a wide smile and offers you a hand. You take his hand and step out the car, grabbing your bags while still on the phone with your mom, thanking the uber man before he drives off. You enter the building quickly, checking in and then getting in the TSA line.

After getting your things scanned and ran through, you decided to get a quick drink of water. As you walked over to the drink stand, you dropped your passport without knowing. "Hey, you dropped this!"A deep but sly voice says. You turn around and look at the passport, before looking up into the speakers eyes. It was a tall, but buff man. He had long brown hair that stopped around his shoulders, deep beautiful bright eyes, He had a pearly white smile, and a beard that was coming in on his chin and a mustache that was slightly forming. He was quite handsome, but you didn't want to say anything about it.

"Oh my gosh! Thank you so much."Y/N says, thanking the man." I didn't even know I dropped it."She finishes, looking up at the man.

"No worries, just be more aware."The man says, looking down at you with a small side smile.

You both stare at each other before you speak up again." So, do you want anything to drink?"Y/N offers, trying to defeat the awkward silence that just happened between the two of them.

"Oh. You don't need to do that."The man says, clenching his jaw and smirking."Let me be a gentleman and get it for you."He says, walking up to the stand and buying you both a cold water.

"You don't need to-"Y/N tries before seeing the man pull out a fancy looking debit card and sliding it into the card register, paying for you both."Do that.."She finishes, scoffing at the man.

"I wanted to."He says, grabbing both the cold water bottles and handing you one, smirking widely.

You stare at him again before heading back to your guys line. You took note of how distracted and short he keeps his conversations but that quickly wiped away before he asks you something.

"So, are you traveling for?"The man asks, standing behind you with his one silver suitcase behind him. You turn back around and smile, looking up at him."Just visiting some family."You say kindly, smiling at him.

"Nice!"He says." Like family you haven't seen in a long time? Your siblings?Parents?"He says, trying to get insights. "Just my step-mom."You say, looking at him.

"Aw that's so cute!"He smirks." It's always nice to see your loved ones."The man says, dragging on the convo.

"Yea.."You smile." I didn't get your name by the way."Y/N says, looking at the man, holding eye contact.

"Billy,"He says." Billy Buck."The man says, holding his hand out for you to shake, you gladly accepting and shaking his hand back.

"Yours?"He questions.

"Y/N."You smile and look the man into his deep beautiful eyes, feeling like his name is a little odd, but you brush it off." Y/N L/N"You finish and smirk.

"That's a beautiful name."He says, smirking.

"Oh thank you."You say, laughing softly. While you two are chatting it up before the flight, a elderly woman comes over and just so happens to have the same purse as you.

"Hi, sweetheart"The smaller woman says, tapping you on your shoulder. "I don't mean to interrupt but, You and I have the same exact purse."You smile and look at the woman, nodding your head.

"Yes, but yours is way better than mine. I've had mine for a while."You laugh softly, looking at the woman.

"Aw, honey. Your purse is also nice!I just thought I should let you know."The lady laughs softly before smiling at you.

"Thank you so much."You smile at the woman, watching her walk off. The speaker throughout the whole airport rings, "May I have passengers of plane B26 start boarding. Flight will be taking off very soon."The announcer says.

"Welp, I guess that's us."You say, picking up your bags and beginning to walk forward in the line.

"Indeed it is."The brown haired man says, smirking and following you.

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While everyone was boarding onto the flight. You were held back by the elderly woman who kept talking to you and discussing book authors and purse designers with you. You were always up for chatting, but you needed to be places to be. Of course you weren't the last one on the plane, but pretty close to it. While moving forward on board of the plane, people were getting situated in their seats, sliding their earbuds in, and sleeping. The usual plane ethics and normal thing to do when boarding.

"I'll get back to you later, hun."The elderly woman ends her conversations, sitting in the way back with her assumed to be husband, who was holding her jacket. You smile at the woman before watching her walk to the back, looking for your seat number and continuously walking down the long aisle.

It feels like a few moments before you find your seat, looking down and seeing the same man you met earlier. What was his name again? Bob? Brady? Billy? Yea, Billy!

"Oh, its you again!"Y/N laughs softly."Billy, right?"She says.

"Ding ding ding."He says with a sly tone, smirking and leaning back in his chair, trying to make room for you to get through.

"Guess we're seat buddies, huh?"Y/N smiles and grabs her small purse, scooting pass the man and sitting down, setting her purse beside her.

"Look like it."He smirks." I wouldn't care anyways, I'd like to sit with you anyways."He laughs softly, slowly looking at you.

"Same here."Y/N laugh softly and leans back in her seat, feeling like he's checking you out.

"You're really pretty."He says out of knowhere. Keeping a straight face and resting his big hands on his thighs.

"Oh.."You say, looking at him, not knowing how to respond."T-thank you."You smile, feeling good about yourself.

"No, like actually."He says, still looking into your eyes as you try to avert eye contact with him. "You need to model or be an actor. You're gorgeous." He finishes, squinting his eyes quickly.

"You really think so?"You smile cheekily and look back at him.

"I wouldn't lie to you, you could make millions..maybe even billions.." He says, facing back forward and seeing the food/drink cart come down the aisle you both are on.

You smile at his small compliments and laugh softly.

"I would like a water and Fruit snacks, please." The handsome brown haired man says, looking up at the blonde woman managing the food/drink cart." Of course." The blonde woman says, grabbing the fruit snacks and water, handing them to the man before looking at you and speaking," Anything for you, hun?" The woman questions, looking at you.

"Water and caramel crisps, please." You say politely.

"Mmh!"The blonde woman smiles, grabbing the water and crisps for you, handing them your way before walking off.

"So polite with your manners." He begins." what a good girl." He says, laughing gently.

"Oh, thanks!"You laugh, smiling at the nickname. You can't lie, you wanted to squeeze your legs together at the way he called you a good girl. "I'm just really polite, is all." You smile.

"That's what makes you a good girl, using your manners and being polite to other people." He says, looking back your way. You thought to yourself, What is this man on?Is he trying to get me riled up or something?

All you can do is nod your head and smile at his words.

"Very true."You smirk and look upon your passport.

The plan had taken off a few minutes earlier before he said any of that. You thought to yourself for a while before a thought erupted into your brain.

"So, what do you do for a living?" You look towards him, noticing that he has his phone pulled out, looking through what it looks like to be a track record of some sort. He quickly put his phone away, looking towards you and putting all his attention on you. He puts his phone into his business coat.

"I hunt people."He says automatically, not even thinking for a second, smiling with his white teeth.

You stare at him for a while and laugh, shaking your head and thinking that he's joking.

His smile started fading after seeing you laugh.

"What's so funny?" He questions, sitting back in his chair and tilting his head.

You slowly stop laughing, noticing he isn't joking, raising an eyebrow and looking at him, still having a small smile on your face. "Y-you-re being serious?" You say.

"Yes." He says flat out.

You gulp and tilt your head." Where's the punchline?" You say, smirking.

"There is not punchline. I'm being serious." He says, now folding his arms. Damn, those are some huge arms he has. You thought to yourself.

"You think you're so clever, huh? Laughing at people's job titles and thinking you're the best person out here, just because you are CEO? "He says, looking at you, scoffing," You need to listen to what I'm going to say to you."He finishes, looking at you with a scary tint in his eyes.

"I don't have to listen to anything you say.." You speak, beginning to get up from your seat, but he tugs you back down by the hem of your skirt.

"Yes you do, if you want to let your pretty little step-mom to not get harmed." He says. That made your stomach drop and your heart race. What did he just say?

You were a little taken aback." Excuse me?" You gasp out, looking him in the eye intently.

"You heard me, Y/N. You think this is a joke?" He questions, raising an eyebrow, his hair slightly covering his right eye. You gulp again and furrow your eyebrows." And you were laughing like something was was a joke, but you don't see me laughing.." He drags out, staring into your eyes deeply. "Do you?" He questions.

"I didn't think you were being serious, I'm sor-"You begin to get out before he pulls something out his jacket. Tears begin forming into your eyes, but you stay strong, He lets down your small table in front of you, setting down what it looks to be, a fancy wallet. You squint your eyes and tilt your head to the side. You've seen this wallet before, it looks oddly familiar. It wasn't yours. It wasn't your sisters. It was..It was your step-mother's wallet! You thought to yourself.

You gasp quietly, looking at the wallet that's now on the small pull out table in front of you.

"Where did you get that?" You question, almost wanting to cry.

"Oh, I didn't get it." He surrenders, smirking. "I had my agent grab it off your step-mom's table."He finishes, checking out your whole body as you sit there contemplating what to do.

"D-don't hurt my step-mom.." You begin to say, getting caught up in your throat , soft tears going down your cheeks.

"Then listen to what I have to say.." He clenches his jaw, looking around the plane and going back to talking to you." If you don't want anything to happen to you, or step-mommy.." He laughs sadistically.

"Then, you abide by what the hell I say, or suffer the consequences." He laughs and leans in your ear. "Remember what I said earlier about being a good girl." He whispers in your ear." Be polite and be nice to other people, hm? " He smirks. "Won't you do that for me?" He finishes.

"Why are you doing this?..I-is it money you want?..Billy please" You speak weakly, not bothering to make eye contact him. Tears still streaming down her face.

"Money?" He laughs out. "Oh no, honey, that's not what I want.."He smirks even more." And billy.."He scoffs." That's not even my fucking name, dumb girl.."He looks at you, slowly resting a large hand on your knee, dragging it up.

You let the soft tears trail down your cheeks. You shouldn't be liking this. This man is a psycho!

"My real name is Bucky Barnes, girl." He whispers in your ear." Billy Buck is a fucked up name, huh darlin'?" The man finishes says." And you fell for that shit.." You face your head away from him. He squints his eyes and grabs you by the jaw , making you look at him,

"You don't look away from me, girl." Bucky says sternly.

You sniffle and slowly look into his deep blue/green eyes. Feeling smothered and taking in the warmness of his body heat while he's very close to you.

"Atta girl."He says.

"Now, are you going to listen?" He says, clenching his jaw, quickly leaning back in his seat, seeing another flight attendant coming your guys way, checking on passengers momentarily.

The flight attendant looks at both, looking to you first and questioning why you're crying,

"Oh hun, what's wrong? "The attendant questions, raising an eyebrow with a worried look on her face, speaking quietly but loud enough for you both to hear.

Bucky chuckles to himself before speaking up for you,

"She's fine. She's just homesick is all." Bucky nods to the attendant, looking up at her.

He's so two-faced.

"Aw. We've all been there before. Feel better hun." The attendant says, handing Bucky a few tissues to hand to you as she walks off, attending to the other passengers.

Bucky looks behind him and makes sure she's gone before speaking to you again.

"Quit.." He leans into your ear, looking at you through your watery eyes. "Your fucking crying.." He finishes, handing you the clean clothed tissues.

"Fuck you!" You say angrily but quietly, slowly looking in his direction.

He raises both his brows, looking at you shocked.

"What was that?" Bucky says, wanting you to repeat yourself.

"You heard me." You say, glaring at him from your peripheral. He didn't like that. He didn't like you back talking him. This man has to be insane.

He scoffs, leaning back in his chair. "You don't wanna play that game wit' me." He smirks." All that smart ass talkin' "He tilts his head to the side, pulling out a lipstick from his jacket you previously dropped earlier. You didn't even notice. You always had another backup if the other got lost.

You open your mouth to say something but he stops you.

"Don't you open that mouth" Bucky says, holding your lipstick in one hand." Heard enough of that sassy ass talkin' from you." He laughs shaking his head.

You still hold a glare to him, looking at his hand and widening your eyes a little.

"Where'd you get my lipstick.." You say, reaching for it.

"Ah ta ta" He ticks, pulling his hand with the lipstick away from you, frowning a little bit. "Not so fast." Bucky glares.

"I got this while you dropped your passport earlier, guess you forgot that you heard another thing drop too, huh? He says, opening up the lipstick and examining it. "Dior rouge proof lipstick, 956"He reads the label, smirking again.

You frown and look at him, then the lipstick in his big, rough looking hands. What is this crazy man playing at? Does he think this is a joke?

"It looks really beautiful on you."He squints, looking at your lips then into your eyes with a smug look on his face." You look very kissable." Bucky chuckles out.

"What are you playing at? You don't know me-"You begin to say, feeling confident for a minute, but then Bucky brings you back down to reality.

"Oh?"He says." I don't know you?" He smirks, clutching the lipstick in his hand before speaking and clearing his throat, keeping his eyes on you." You're Y/N L/N, you lived in the city of Miami for a long while. You have 3 siblings, Your mom and dad got a divorce because your dad cheated and had an affair twice, You were a beauty for almost your whole life, You're 22, You work as a CEO at a Hotel, you like fashion, you are family and friend oriented" He speaks, leaning in a little." And you last night, after packing your bags, you were just rubbing that swollen little clit of yours, weren't you?" He scoffs, making you gasp even louder, him quickly uttering you to quiet down with his index finger over his lips.

What did he just say? How does he know everything about me and where I've grown up? And how'd he known about me..touching myself?

"Excuse me?!"You say and look at him quickly, widening your eyes and shaking your head and disbelief, having a questioned look on your face.

"Don't act like you didn't hear me." Bucky smirks," I saw you outside from your window, I was standing across the street, I saw you rubbing that little clit of yours and covering your mouth with your left hand, trying to keep those pathetic whimpers down so the neighbors couldn't hear you.." He speaks, chuckling.

"You're sick!" You say, shaking your head again, laughing at how unbelieve he's being.

"Oh, I'm sick?" He questions while raising an eyebrow, folding his arms over his buff chest." I know you better than you know yourself, y/n." He ends, biting his lip.

"You can do anything you want..to me or whatever!" You say, looking at him." Please just don't harm my step-mom.. or family." You nervously get out.

"Anything, huh?" He smirks.

"Yes!" You say, looking away out the window and into the beautiful sky, the rain had stopped a while ago. You didn't even notice.

"Hm." Bucky agrees, smirking to himself.

"I have to use the bathroom.."You speak up.

He looks at you and leans down, pulling out a random empty water bottle, handing it to you." Here." He looks back forward.

"You've got to be joking." You say, looking at the water battle and scoffing.

"I'm not letting you out my sight. God knows what you're gonna do when I'm not watching you." He says, shrugging his shoulders.

"Please..Let me use the bathroom!" You say demandingly, sighing.

Bucky squints his eyes, sighing and leaning back." Fine, go." He says." Don't make me come after you." He glares at you, letting you by and watching you walk off to the bathroom.

You arrive at the bathroom, knocking and hearing no one answer. You open the bathroom door and enter, closing it behind you and looking at yourself in the mirror, thinking of ways to go against this Bucky Barnes man. He was bigger than you, he was taller than you, and he certainly outsmarted you a little bit. You didn't actually have to use the bathroom, but you began contemplating ideas.

After a few minutes of brainstorming, You came up with an idea, You decided to fill up your hand with soap and water, writing on the bathroom mirror, "Seat 18G is a Hitman, Help." You finish writing the soapy words on the mirror, washing your hands off and wiping them. By then, you felt like it was time to go back to your seat.

You opened the shiftable bathroom door and began to walk out before seeing Bucky standing outside the door, smirking,

"I was wondering what took you so l-"He begins, seeing the big words on the mirror. He widens his eyes and grabs you jacket and covers your mouth with his other hand and shoves you against the counter, making sure the bathroom is closed behind him and speaking freely,

"What the hell do you think you are doing?!"He says, being dangerously close to you, still handing his hand over your mouth." You fuckin' whore!" He growls, looking you in the eyes.

"L-let me go!" You mummer under his hand, trying to get out of his grip.

"This was your big deal, hm? Trying to get me fucking arrested and in trouble? You sneaky, little bitch." He speaks harshly in your face, letting his hand fall from your mouth and letting go of your jacket.

"You should've known that I wasn't going to let you harass and hold me hostage, you bastard!" You say angrily at him, looking up at him.

"Yea?" He questions, invading your personal space and looking down at you, you obviously looking away.

While being close to you, he pulls out a knife and it makes you gasp, looking at the weapon.

"P-please.." You keep your eyes on the knife, tears forming into your eyes while still being pushed up against the sink.

He brings his knife up to your blazer, sliding it down a little bit and it reveals a small scar on your chest." Someone do that to you?" He questions, looking at the scar then to you.

You look up at him and shake your head." N-no.." You say, lying to his face. He clenches his jaw and lets out a sigh," You wanna know what I think?" He says, grabbing you by the neck and now has you against the wall, his mouth being directly close to your ear." Why you always fuckin' lyin' to me, huh girl?" He says, looking at you. His hand still wrapped around your neck.

"I-i'm sorry.." You gasp out, almost loosing your breath and holding on his strong arm, trying to pry his hand off of you.

"Don't you fuckin' play that shit with me, darlin'. You think I'm a fucking joke, hm?" He chokes you a little harder, making you let out a small moan, cursing to yourself in your mind.

Damnit, y.n.

He raises an eyebrow and laughs to himself. "Was that a moan, I heard?" He clicks his teeth. "Gosh, you really are a slut, huh?" He says.

"Fuck you. You don't k-now what you heard." You say, looking at him.

"Yea?" He questions, letting go of your neck and letting you breathe, coughing and feeling your now sore neck." I don't know what I heard hm?" He says, steeping back a little and staring at you.

He was checking you out.

He was taking in how tiny you were compared to him.

And he was..

He was chuckling.

You were staring to give in to how he looked. He was quite sexy. He was obviously a bad man. A fine and very attractive man at that. You were willing to do anything for your family to live. Even if it was to fuck him. Even more..

"You want this?" He asks, clenching his jaw and squinting his eyes at you. "You want me to destroy that little pussy of yours?" He says.

You clear your throat and slowly nod your head,

"Use your words, whore." He spits at you.

"Y-yes.." You say, looking up at him." I-ill do anything for you." You finally give in.

"Good.."He smirks and looks at your casual outfit.

"Strip."He says blandly.

You stare at him for a few seconds, beginning to strip off your jacket and unbuttoning it, throwing it onto the sink.

He liked that.

"Atta girl-"He smirks" Keep going f'me" He stares at you with eager intent.

You smirk and turn around, making sure your ass in on full display, slowly sliding your skirt off and revealing your white lace panties on.

You looked so good.

You kick your skirt to the side and slowly slide your lace top off, throwing it over to where your skirt is. You were in your panties and no bra.

You turn back around and faced Bucky, making him smirk,

"Jeez, you look so good, sweets." He scoffs and walks over to you, picking you up with both his hands and setting you on the sink, purposely opening your legs and leaning down towards your ear." You're so pretty, y'know that?" He speaks, running one of his big hands down your body and towards you wetness.

"Mhm, you told me." You giggle, moaning as his hand reaches your panties, rubbing over your clit and smirking down at you.

Bucky bites his lip and leans in kissing you, his other hand opening your legs wider, still rubbing your clit with his other hand and making you tremble under his touch," Mhm, that feel good, bunny?" He speaks in between kisses.

"Yes, sir." You moan softer, going back to kissing him and grinding up against his fingers.

He pulls away and looks at you unfolding under his fingers that prob against your clit. He leans down and kiss down your neck, sliding your panties to the side , using his index and middle finger to completely rub against your clit, making you gasp out loud.

"Shh, keep it down, pretty girl." He smirks and rubs your clit slower, his soft lips against your neck, making you wetter by the minute. "I know it feels good.."He rubs faster." feel good f' me.." He says.

"Oh my goodness, baby.." You moan out, tossing your head back. His warm lips still on your neck.

"Good girl.." Bucky says, pulling his fingers away and standing up straight, sliding his shirt off and unbuckling his dark belt.

You sit up and smirk,

"I'll do it for you, sir." You wink and immediately drop to your knees, unbuckling his belt and sliding his slacks down. Seeing how big and hard he is.

"Eager little thing, hm?" Bucky says, looking down at you, moving some of your hair out the way.

"Mhm" You giggle, pulling his boxers down and his cock pops out, making you gasp at how big he is.

"Oh my goodness!" You say surprised, taking his big cock into your hand and slowly pull on his cock, jerking him off. That makes his groan.

"That's a good girl" Bucky groans out, watching you play and gush over his big cock.

You lean forward and begin sucking on his swollen tip, closing your eyes. Your other hand begins playing with his balls, the other hand jerking off what you can't fit.

"So good, pretty.." Bucky groans out.

You begin to take his cock a little deeper, faint choke noises coming from all the wetness and his cock prying to go down your throat. Opening your eyes, you look up at him and begin sucking his cock more.

" Suckin' that cock so good f'me." He groans out, tossing his head back again and grabbing onto your hair, beginning to thrust in and out." Atta, princess." He speaks, thrusting his cock deeper down your throat and loving how beautiful you look for him.

You pull off of his cock, letting a stream of saliva drip from your mouth and the tip of his cock, Bucky watching you intently.

"Little fuckin' ,whore.." He looks down at you, grabbing you by the arm and bending you over the sink, slapping your ass once , making you yelp at the sting.

"You sure know how to suck cock, huh?"He smirks and gets on his knees behind you, grabbing both your ass cheeks and spreading them open, leading forward and licking up against your clit. Making you go crazy.

"Yes, sir" You moan softly, feeling his tongue against your clit, making you push up at his tongue.

He spanks you harder and begins sucking your clit, shaking his head side to side.

Fuuuck.

"Mhm." He groans against you, pulling away and wrapping his big arms up under your legs and keeping your cheeks spreaded, spitting on your pussy and going back to lapping your clit.

"So fuckin' good!" You gasp out, reaching up and playing with your nipples.

He stands up and slowly runs his tip up against your pussy lips, watching your wetness land on his tip, making him groan.

"Ready for my cock, little slut?" Bucky says, still sliding his cock up and down your wetness.

"Yes, daddy, I'm ready." You moan out, still playing with you nipples, stopping when you feel his big cock stretching you out from behind, his big hands resting on your hips.

"Mhm, take that cock for me. I know you can.." He says, sliding more into you, watching your body reaction, making sure you're okay." Doing so good, darlin' "He smirks.

"You're so big inside of me, daddy.." You moan out, looking up into the mirror and dropping your mouth in an 'O' shape.

"That's right, doll.. Look at how slutty you look in that mirror.." He bites his lip and begins moving in and out of you." Takin' such a big cock.." Bucky slaps your ass.

"Mmmh" You whine out, feeling him hitting your spot over and over, driving you wild.

He begins to go faster, pounding into your little pussy and watching you fall apart on his cock.

You keep your mouth open, mumbling small nothings about how good he feels. He made you so dumb on his cock.

"You look so gorgeous, doll.." He spanks you again, reaching down and using his other hand to rub your clit, kissing your neck while pounding into you faster.

"I-i'm gonna cum, daddy!" You moan out, making him cover your mouth.

"Quiet down, cutie" He says, feeling you tighten against his cock.

"Aww baby, you close? "Bucky smirks and kissing your cheek, "Cum all over this dick, baby, it's all yours.." He whispers in your ear, rubbing your clit faster.

"Yeeesss.."You drag out, feeling like you're going to cum. You finally let loose and cum all over his cock, making you gasp.

"Atta girl.." Bucky groans out, slowly sliding out of you, cum dripping out of your pussy, making him smirk. He reaches his index and middle finger down, wiping up the cum that's left on your pussy. He bites his lip and turns you around, sliding his fingers into your mouth.

"Just like that, suck those fingers, doll.." Bucky says, looking into your eyes as he watches you take his long fingers.

"Mhm!" You gasp at how thick and warm the cum feels against your tongue, swallowing it and smirking when he pulls his fingers out your mouth.

He helps you put your clothes back on, making sure you look fine.

"That was so good, wasn't it, hun?" He questions you, looking down at you, sliding his jacket back on. Also being dressed and looking normal as before.

"That was great!" You say, fixing your lipstick and brushing off your jacket, incase any dust got on it.

"Good." Bucky says, grabbing a few bathroom tissues and wetting it with some water, wiping off the words on the mirror you wrote from earlier." Don't think I forgot what you wrote, y/n" He says, wiping off the letters until they're gone.

"I'll keep quiet.." You sigh, clenching you jaw.

"Good girl." Bucky says.

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I HOPE YOU BEAUTIES LOVED IT<3

[buckevantommy]

Hey! It's the first time Buck Begins anon from before!! First of all do not feel bad for rambling - that is exactly what that ask was for! I loved hearing your thoughts!

And to answer your question about how I started watching -- 911 was a show always a show on my 'to watch' radar but I didn't give it much thought? I did watch s1 of lone star tho. until then I saw bi Buck on my dash for the first time after Tommy kisses him and i just went oh??!??! 👀👀 I binge watched season 1 and 2, and then I gave up and ended up watching s7 part 2 live while also watching s3 for the first time 🤣 there were some gaps I had to fill using fanon knowledge but I think it worked? And now I'm furiously trying to watch s4 around my busy work schedule before s8 airs 😅🤣

Hasn't stopped my from reading bucktommy fic or posting gifsets tho. Tommy has bewitched me, I love him. Every time I watch a scene where Buck talks about his love life a part of me is just- don't worry, your man is coming

oh! same here! i'd known about it for years but i'd just avoided it thinking it was just a different take on the same old tired procedural cop shows, or maybe something too dramatised like grey's anatomy. i'm not sure i even realised it was about firefighters until i heard people referring to it as 'the gay firefighter show' and even then i didn't really connect the dots.. 🔥👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨🚒

one of my fave spn blogs (bc i was a destiel girlie before the gay firefighter show consumed my life) was a 911 fan so i learned about bi!buck through her blogging (shoutout to @sunglassesmish: kay, you have changed my life for the better 😚🫶). i mean, i came from spn - where bi!dean is widely considered unacknowledged canon and it's a show now several years past its finale but with a dedicated fanbase still hoping for some kind of reboot or movie or something to fix the shit they did in the finale - to a show with a canon bi character, moreover a character in his 30s who had been presumed (by some)/written as (sorta) straight for 6 whole seasons. and evan buckley.. he's so much like dean wincester: the all american heroic ladies man with a traumatic upbringing and a megawatt smile and babygirl features and a heart of gold who just wants to be loved.. honestly i could write essays about these two.. ✍️

i love that we're on the same page! i started with season 7 (i watched 7x05 and onwards live) and got through seasons 1-3 while s7 was airing week to week, and so my buck knowledge was growing as i excitedly waited for the next ep to air with the rest of fandom (there's just something about that weeklong anticipation, i've missed it so much - the theorising, the time for fanworks, etc). 📺

i was also the same, trying to learn what i could through dash osmosis of the seasons i hadn't watched yet (i knew vaguely about the lightning strike and tried not to spoil myself too much about the family secret but reading fic and meta blew those doors wide open 😅). and even in season 1 i was like: i'm so glad he'll grow to be that person in season 7 one day, that he'll get to be vulnerable and open and earnest and loved and also get kissed by a handsome guy. 🥰

OMG WE ARE BOTH ON SEASON 4!! 🥳 i mean, i knew that, but it's still so exciting to know there are folks out there in the same boat! ⛵ i don't think i've liveblogged any other ep besides Buck Begins, but i think i'll probably do a lightning strike/coma liveblog when i get to it.

omg the amount of bucktommy fics i've consumed since april.. i remember in those early days i was consuming every single fic that got posted on ao3 - about a dozen 1k fics a day - until eventually there was 60+ fics a day and i couldn't keep up, but i'm still reading about 2-5 fics (mostly short ones) a day. this fandom is hella talented. 📚

our love for tommy kinard knows no bounds. 🤝💖🤝 and YES- omg- the way he is just craving love and a partner on the same page as him, someone he can be himself with.. lightning boy will meet him flying into a hurricane and i just think that's neat. ⛈️😘