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👼Strangers to Friends, Friends into Lovers, and Strangers Again (Billie Dean) [NSFW]👼

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Billie Dean Howard x fem!reader

👼Part 2 of 2👼

👼Slice 1 of ?👼

👼Wordcount: 4725👼

Written with the, as always, amazing @billiedeannovak even though she will still deny it in the court of law.

👼Content: This fic will be extremely distressing and triggering to some. Mentions of suicide, suicide attempts (not described), conversion therapy, homophobia, internalized homophobia, abuse, drug abuse, drug use, mentions of sexual intercourse with men, self-harm, smoking, drinking, distressing themes and topics. Do not read if any of these upset you, and/or trigger you. If you or someone you know is in danger and/or needs help, please do not be afraid to reach out. There are plenty of support services out there. You are not alone.👼

She turns to look at you then gestures to the couch “You can sit or lay down if you want. Did you want anything to drink? Unfortunately no alcohol, but I do have some very nice coffee blends” a lie, but she knew that alcohol wouldn’t be good with whatever you were on.

“You were always a summer girl” you heard yourself say in a tone you didn’t recognise. You sit down on her couch, a relief from the strain on your legs, you had been walking around for god knows how long “No, no thank you. Caffeine makes me-“ you gesture with your hands “Dizzy? Maybe? I need to pee so much if I have any.” You reveal your hands from the long sleeves of the jacket Billie gave you, rubbing them together you start bouncing your leg up and down, biting your thumb nervously “Can- Can I smoke in here? Does it bother you?”

She nods and goes over to the mini-fridge, crouching down she pulls out a bottle of ice tea and one of water before going over to you and putting the water on the little table. “Hot chocolate? I remember you use to crave whipped cream and nutmeg on them when it was like 12 in the morning.” She takes a seat opposite you and opens her drink before taking a sip “Summer is the best season, it’s always so warm and it gives me the perfect excuse to be so late to set because I’ve spent the morning at the beach.”

She frowns slightly at your fidgeting, Sally does the same when she has cravings “Yes- Yes of course you can, here” she gets up and goes over to her vanity, picking up a pack and lighter before going back over to you and handing them to you “Don’t know if you’ll like the taste but it’s all I have” she sits back down, and watches you, her mind drifting back to how things use to be.You wipe your face with your hands before taking out a cigarette and lighting it, inhaling deeply, nodding as you exhale “These are much smoother than my cheap Marlboro lights. Hot chocolate is bad for you, you know? They gave me so much until I threw up. Had to clean it up myself.”

Your leg bouncing only increasing, you knew you had to take your xanny or you’d feel enough emotion, everything, to cry. But you couldn’t. Not until your alarm went off. A rule. Taking another drag, speaking as you exhale “Is this your house? No it can’t be-“ you finish yourself “You wouldn’t have a man in your house.” She takes a cigarette herself and lights it before inhaling deeply, hoping the sensation will distract the way the worry is bubbling away.

She exhales while she speaks “Should treat yourself to some nicer ones, ang- Yn” she falters slightly then clears her throat “Who- Who’re ‘they’? Your-“ She shakes her head and takes another drag “The only man in my house, Yn, is my puppy. This is where I get ready before we go film.” Billie flicks the ash into the tray, she wants so bad to just hold you, help you, be there. “Why’d you ask, Yn?”

You shake your head quickly “They cost too much. I have too much- uh- Too many other things I need to get.” You clear your throat “Nurses. You- You have a puppy? Fuck that’s great. He keeping you safe?” You put out the cigarette on your thigh without flinching before tossing it into the ashtray, wiping off the ash on your leg. “Because I’m not sure where I am- I mean- a- a studio apparently I just… don’t know how I get here, you know?”

Billie curses quietly and gets up, putting the cig between her lips as she goes over to the vanity, opening the drawer she searches through it before pulling out some burn cream. She makes her way over to you and kneels down, opening the lid she looks up at you, taking the cig from between her lips and resting it in the ashtray “Please may I put this on?” She asks softly, not moving to put it on you, not moving to touch you until you had consented.

“I have a few spare packs, you can take them if you want” She takes her shoes off before sitting back on her haunches “At the?” She doesn’t say the rest. You’d know… Unfortunately. “I have a puppy, Yn, he’s a real sweetheart. Got him from a rescue, he looked so sad and broken… But when I took him home that first night her was just so” she smiles a bit “It was like he remembered what it was like to be safe and happy. I named him Carlos after the nickname we gave to one of the music teachers, don’t remember why we did it but y’know” She puts the cream down on the table and picks up her cig, taking a drag from it before putting it back in the tray, exhaling she looks at you then away, not wanting to overwhelm you with her gaze “What- What do you remember of today, Yn?”

“It doesn’t hurt, Billie. It’s just a little red, see” you lift up the jacket to reveal a couple of those burn marks “They’re nothing compared to… well…” You smile a little when she talks about her puppy “Carlos. I- I don’t remember why we did, hmm…” You reach out with your bruised hand to take the cream and smell it before placing it back down.

Your leg starts bouncing again, shrugging “Was at work- you work- I made a dress. I- I wanted to go home- home… There was a man” You continue in the most shallow and dry tone “He said I was pretty so we fucked.” You shrug again “Now I’m here.”She bites back a gasp “I- Okay- okay but… It’s just to make sure it doesn’t go bad, yeah?” She goes to take your hand in hers but stops, letting her hand fall back to her own lap, not wanting to press further. Now isn’t the time Billie Dean. “Maybe it was something to do with Carlos Santana.”

She watches your movements, the worry bubbling up further “I-“ she leans over the table to grab her purse, rifling through it, Sally had given her something to help with cravings, she didn’t exactly understand what it was or how it worked but she trusted that crazy ghost.She pulls out a small tin and takes the lid off, revealing m&m sized pills that were varying colours “Have one of these, a… Person I work with takes them when she wants to use but can’t or- or when trying to get clean.” She puts the open tin in your hand, careful to not touch your skin with her hand knowing it’d make you uncomfortable “I- I see… Is he- Was he someone from here?”

It hurt hearing you sleeping with a man, with someone else. She didn’t know if it made her feel better or worse that she knew it didn’t actually mean anything. You eye the pills suspiciously, but end up placing them one the table “I don’t’ want to be clean. I don’t want to be without the pills.” A heatwave overcoming you “My god it’s hot in here” you strip off your jacket and reach for your bag, dumping the contents on the couch. It varied from various pill packs, empty and full bottles, a knife, your wallet, your keys, cigarettes and a lighter, a mini vodka bottle, and your dead phone. You desperately try to turn it on, but end up tossing it on the table “Stupid fuck” you groan, shrugging “I’d assume so. Said he knew a place. Workplace. I think. He gave me oxy ‘Do it like a pretty girl’” You chuckle, rummaging through the contents of your bag on the couch “Where in the fuck- ah- there we go.”

Billie couldn’t help it this time as the tears welled up in her eyes at the sight unfolding before her, she couldn’t believe it, or she didn’t want to. “Yn…” she says quietly, her voice wavering slightly “Angel…” You screw open the pill bottle, popping the Xanax in your mouth and swallowing it with the water Billie offered you earlier “Tried the whole angel thing, ya know? Didn’t work. I tried it twice. Once before the wedding. One day of. Don’t think they want me up there.”

Billie wipes away the tears from her cheeks, a hand tentatively resting on your knee “Yn… Please- You know I don’t- I’m not the type to beg… But please just- Please let me in” she pleads with you. It hurt her so much to see you like this, to hear that you tried… She was glad you’re still alive but… Knowing you were suffering was suffocating.

“Oh Billie, pretty Billie” you give her a sad smile, leaning down to gently wipe the tears from her eyes, softly rubbing the crease between her eyebrows, you always did this when she had a migraine or the spirits were rough with her. You move the hair out of her face “That’s all there is to me. That’s all that’s left. They took everything else. You can basically see through me.”

She takes your hand and holds it against her cheek, leaning into it and closing her eyes, tears hanging from her eyelashes “My angel… I should never have left you. Should have taken you with me…” She sniffles slightly and takes a shaky breath “I want- I want to take you home with me, just- just us and Carlos. Help- Help you find you. I am- I am still your pretty Billie… Let me help find my angel, please.”

You shake your head “It’s not your fault. They would’ve taken me sooner or later. They knew all along Billie.” You stroke her cheek with your thumb, continuing to shake your head “I’m sorry. But it’s too late. You need to go back home and- and pretend this wasn’t real. Maybe- Maybe I’ll be a free spirit and then we can meet again…”

She opens her eyes to look at you, nothing but love and worry in them, her voice quiet “I can’t- I can’t do that. Please- please don’t make me do that.” She lets out a sob and rests her forehead against your knees “I just- I just found you… I can’t- I can’t lose you again. My angel… My beautiful angel… I know- I know you’re still in there… Even if- if you’re scared and small… I won’t leave you again.” She starts crying properly, the tears flowing freely from her eyes and down her cheeks. Why is it that good people always get hurt. Why did you get ruined and not someone else- someone bad. “I still- I still have all the poems you wrote for me.”

“Billie come on” you help her up to sit on the couch beside you “You know I don’t like feeling superior. I haven’t picked up a pen since… But” you sigh, wishing you could cry with her “I’m sorry, I really am. But I don’t want to do this anymore. I can’t and I don’t want to.” You start collecting your things and throw them back into your bag “They killed me. I’m just getting rid of the body. My body created for a man’s pleasure.”

Billie throws her arms around you tight and holds you close, one hand cradling the back of your head. She just holds you tight, close. She doesn’t know what else to do. She doesn’t want to lose you again, so she just holds you close, her hand occasionally stroking your hair. She presses a soft kiss to your head and starts recounting tales about what you both use to get up to, her voice barely above a whisper- She didn’t talk about the more intimate moments.

If she could, she would wind back time and take you with her before your damned father got his hands on you and sent you away. She’d have kept you safe.You felt uncomfortable but it also felt good, you think. A part was repulsed by this, by her, but another part was relieved like someone finally saw that you weren’t okay. “I don’t remember half of those things, Billie” you sadly confess “They- They took it from me. Shocked me until I forgot my own name…”

Billie lets out an internal sigh of relief, she was getting somewhere even if it were so small it was still something. She continues stroking your hair gently “It’s- It’s okay, Yn. I can- I can show you the photos you use to take” she says softly “We- We can find you again. We can help you remember who you truly are. Little steps” she continues “Little steps, like you helped me take when I first started noticing my medium abilities.”

“They took my old phone… They- My life was on there. It- I felt so violated. They showed my father what- what lesbianism does to a person.” Your voice had an audible crack to it, you hadn’t told anyone “I- I was their science experiment. There is- There is nothing left of me Billie, don’t you understand? You’re holding on to a person that doesn’t exist anymore.”

Billie pulls back to look at you, her hands cupping your cheeks, thumbs brushing away tears you didn’t know you’d shed “But you’re still here. In my hands. Yn is still here. My angel” she smiles a bit “My angel is somewhere inside you, I can feel her.” She brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, she still somehow manages to look at you like you were the most beautiful thing she’s ever laid eyes on. “Just as well I kept everything, huh? Mom use to tease me, said I was hoarding but she knew that I just loved having the memories, the photos, newspaper clippings, letters, poems, pressed flowers, empty perfume bottles.”

She traces the curve of your face lightly with her fingers like she use to, the familiarity of each divot and curve, edge and smooth expanse barely having changed from all those years ago “My angel is still here, somewhere, just waiting to be found” she ends quietly.

You weren’t able to fight it anymore, you didn’t want to hold back anymore. You were sick of the rules that were drilled into your head, for the first time in forever you wrap your arms around Billie, breathing in the scent of her flowery perfume, it smelled like all those years ago, and you hug her tighter “It’s really you.”

Billie laughs and holds you tighter “It’s really me, angel. It’s really me” she buries her face in your hair, she hadn’t done this in so long… Even before she left she hadn’t done it in ages. She couldn’t believe you were here, you were coming back home. “We’ll get through this, my angel” she strokes your hair “You and me against the world again, with spirits by our side- just like we use to talk about” she gives you a squeeze “But little steps, yeah? Little steps.”

You nod against her before reluctantly peeling yourself from her, unsure if it was okay to touch her hand. Wiping away your tears you look at your damp hand “Didn’t know I could do that. I need to- I need to get home… If I’m not in the store by six, they’ll fire me.” She looks at your hands then notices your bet up one, she takes it in hers gently “Let me bandage this up first, please?”

She looks at you “Oh my angel… They really did a number on you, huh?” She bites her lip slightly “I have a spare room you can stay in, somewhere safe, okay? I’ll- We’ll hire you then, could always use another designer.”

“I can’t- I need to keep the job. My- My apartment. And my parents” you nod and allow her to bandage your hand up “Can- Can I stay with you? I- I don’t like being in a room by myself…”

“Thank you, sweetheart” She gets up and heads over to where the first-aid kit is before returning to you “Hey” she says softly while looking at you “It’s okay. You’re safe. You’re safe with me. I’ll sort things out so you don’t need to worry about your apartment or the job, okay? As for your parents… We’ll deal with that later, once you’ve had a warm bath or shower, some hot food, and some much needed rest, okay?” Billie opens the kit and gets out some disinfectant wipes and gently cleans your knuckles, apologising for the sting before putting antiseptic ointment on it then bandaging it carefully, making sure you still have some movement in your fingers “There we go.”

She closes the kit and tosses the rubbish in the bin, swearing when she misses “You were always better at that than me” she looks back at you and smiles softly “Of course you can, angel.”The sting almost felt relieving, knowing you were doing something you weren’t supposed to. But Billie was just trying to help you, she’d never hurt you. You whisper out a tiny thank you as you flex your fingers in the bandage, getting used to it. Anything hospital related made you feel sick.

“I- My parents call at work to make sure I get there. That’s why I’m allowed to live by myself.” You look away, feeling like a child “I’ll be locked up again. They’ll do brain scans to see if” you swallow hard “They can detect lesbian tendencies.” Your voice was small and alien to you “I promise I haven’t been thinking about it. I promise I haven’t. I promise” you plead, but then you realise you’re with Billie “I’m sorry. But- but you should know that I have nightmares quite often. And- and physical touch makes me sick a lot of the time. I- I don’t know what triggers it… So it’s better if I don’t eat” you confess, unable to maintain eye contact.

Billie feels herself get angry at your parents and the other people that allowed you to be abused, but now wasn’t the time for that. She needed to help you feel safe. Reassure you that things will be okay. “Just as well the property is gated, huh? Your parents won’t be able to take you away.” She looks at you, you were so small, a completely different person but she knew that you’ll be yourself again one day, it’d just take time. “You have nothing to apologise for, Yn, okay?” She nods “That’s okay, we can work through all that, yeah? One thing at a time.”

“One thing at a time, yes. One thing at a time, gated property. Gated- I’m not- I won’t be able to get out” You jump up and nervously start to pace around “Not able to get out. Not able to get out.” Billie gets up and cautiously goes over to you “You’ll be able to get out” she says softly “You’ll be able to get out. There’s a tennis court, huge grass lawns for you to lay on, but more importantly, you will be able to get out. You won’t be trapped there, okay? You’ll be able to come and go as you please, yeah?”

“Is there- can you- Will you stay with me? What- What if they- What if they get me once I’m alone? I- I can’t go back there Billie. I can’t. Please- Please don’t make me go back there.” You continue pacing until you stand in front of her, your breathing scattered “Where’s- where’s my bag?”

She tentatively rests her hands on your arms “Of course I’ll stay with you. I won’t let anyone take you back there. I won’t let anyone take you. It’s okay” she lets go and moves over to the couch, picking up your bag before going back to you “Here you go, sweetheart.”

You nod a thank you while you rummage through it, pulling the pill bottle back out “Fucking Mackenzie, what is this shit?” You struggle with the cap “Why do these do fucking nothing? I don’t- I don’t know what to do!” Billie takes the bottle from you and looks at the label then opens it to look at the pills inside “Sweetheart, she’s swapped the pills out fore something else. The label says Xanax but there aren’t it.”

“She did what?” Your voice cracks “I paid so much for these. I need these. I’m- Fucking bitch, why would she- why would she do that?” She closes the pill bottle and puts it down before picking up the tin you turned down “Because it’s not about whether you get what you want, Yn. It’s about how much cash she can get. Take one of these or the crash will be awful, please?”

You feel the anger bubbling up inside you “She’s a fucking model. She makes a” you turn to look at Billie “What are these? I know- I know these are your friends but…”Billie looks back “I’ll reimburse you for what she’s taken” she looks at the pills then back at you “She just said they help reduce the cravings. She does- did heroin and said these helped when she couldn’t get anything.”

“Just one?” You wait for her nod before you take one and swallow it with the water “Thank you. I- It’s- It’s not about the money. God… I’ve fucked up so badly.” She takes the tin and puts the lid back on it before putting it in your bag “It’s okay, sweetheart. Hey” she looks at you “You haven’t fucked up at all, you hear me? None of what happened is your fault.”

“I mean look at me” you gesture to yourself “Look at who I’ve become! Look I can’t feel anything! And- and if I do, I go crazy.”

“Sweetheart” She tentatively rests her hand on your cheek “You have been through an extreme amount of abuse and trauma, it’s not fair to expect yourself to be okay. We will take things slowly, very slowly, okay? You think Lana Winters was herself after she escaped the asylum? She took so long to find herself again, and even then there’s ptsd that continues to affect her. But it took time for her, and it’ll take time for you.”

“Lana Winters? The journalist?” You tilt your head quizzically “Do- do you know her personally? She- I mean- I didn’t- I didn’t escape.” You lean into her touch, the screaming in your head still ever-present, the tears rolling down your cheek. She nods, thumb brushing away the tears “That Lana Winters, sweetheart. I think you did, even if it doesn’t feel like it. Not- Not many people make it out, and you did.” She smiles a bit “I can see if she’ll come visit if you want?”

“She” you shake your head quickly, amazed and proud that Billie knew such important people. She herself was an important person. “She- She is probably busy… and- and I don’t want to feel like- like I could trigger her or something.” You close your eyes, your voice coming out weak “I was declared repaired.”

Billie moves her hand from your cheek and gently envelops you in a hug “You won’t sweetheart. She’s tough, like you.” She rubs your back lightly “I wasn’t aware my angel was something that needed maintenance like some vehicle. Are you secretly one of those transformer robots?”

You allow yourself to enjoy the hug It’s just a hug. A hug. Just a hug with a friend. A friend. Nothing more. She’s just a friend, your arms snaking around her to hold her close, a smile pulling at the corners of your mouth “Oh yes, you should see how my arms extend.” Chewing on your bottom lip to keep yourself from smiling “You’re still using it. The perfume I mean. Mademoiselle Chanel. It’s undeniably your scent. It’s one of the few things I never forgot.”

Billie laughs softly “What type of car do you become? A Maserati? Ferrari?” She blushes lightly and smiles shyly “Haven’t used anything else since you bought it for me. God… The way you held your breath and watched me unwrap the gift with pure unadulterated excitement in your eyes… Nothing has topped that. I remember the squeal you let out when I said I loved it, looked like a kid whose Christmas came early.”

“Only one way to find out, Miss Howard.” You laugh with her until you realise the unintentional innuendo your joke was. Wincing, you snap the hair-tie against your wrist twice Lesbian thoughts and activities get lashing. One snap. Two snap. Three snap. The only time the snapping stops is when you are fixed. “Well… The top notes are orange and bergamot, orange blossom, but it was the Turkish rose and the jasmine that reminded me of you. If… someone was to look at you and create a fragrance based on your aura, it’d be that one. And it’s blush pink too. The first time I smelt it, I knew I had to get it for you.”

Billie bites back a wince at the sound of the snapping now isn’t the time Billie Dean. “You ever learn to drive, sweetheart?” She runs a hand gently through your hair, teasing out the knots “Need to brush your hair when we get back, sweetheart, if you’d like?” She blushes more “You- You are truly remarkable, Yn. The queen of gift-giving.”

You smile at her blush “There’s a few- Well stuff at my apartment that we can get at some point, if you’d like…” Shaking your head, you answer her question “It freaks me out. And- and my parents feared I’d run away.” You nod a little, feeling ashamed of how you looked You’ll never find a husband if you go around looking like a dyke. “I don’t know what happened…”

She nods “Okay, we can do that. Or- or I can if it’d be too much stress for you” she sucks her teeth before replying “That’s okay, that’s okay. Driving is overrated, I get someone else to do it for me” she frowns a little and looks at you, her features softening “Hey” she starts gently “It’s okay. Just- just think of the hair washing and brushing as one of those hair salon days where we’d go get our hair done for ourselves, yeah? And we can pick flowers too.”

“No- No my apartment is- it used to be safe at least. It’s not much but- but there’s still stuff.” You smile a little and sit back down, not letting go of Billie’s pinky. On the couch you stifle a yawn and lace your fingers with hers again, nodding Handholding is not permitted. It’s just one touch. One touch. Nothing bad. Not bad. It’s okay. It’s okay. “I know… I- I promise there’s days when I don’t look like I just got… Well technically I did but- but, you know.”

Billie smiles softly at seeing your hands together once again “We’ll figure something out so you can get your stuff back, okay?” She looks at the time “How about you get some rest here before we head home? I won’t leave your side, okay? I’ll be right here doing some work” She gives your hand a gentle squeeze “Sweetheart, it’s okay. One thing at a time.”

You nod, the next yawn following suit “I’m so tired” you admit, unsure whether it was the exhaustion or the pill that Billie gave you, probably a combination of both “Will- Will you be okay here?”

Billie gets up to give you more space on the couch, taking one of the pillows to sit down on the ground with “Rest, sweetheart. I’ll be okay” she squeezes your hand gently once more “I’ll be right here.”

You nod and let your eyes drift shut, using the huge coat as your blanket. As soon as your head met the soft fabric of the couch you were out like a light. Deep asleep yet somehow never letting go of Billie’s hand.

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fromthenorthwestwithlove · 3 years ago

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Please xanny make it go away !

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nonobadcat · 4 years ago

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BNHA Fantasy AU: Troll Muscular X F!Reader

Four Chapter Short Story - Updates about once a week

Summary:

From the moment you fled him, you knew there would be precious few places that you could escape The Duke of Tredal. Sure, legends said that in the dense fog of the Natt Valley, trolls lay in wait for weary travelers who lost their way in the dark. Nevertheless, with your pursuers hot on your heels, you had little choice but to head for the Old Bridge if you wanted to escape the fife. After two days on the run, you finally collapsed from exhaustion. Desperate to survive, you cried out to the stars for the strength to go on.

However, it was a monster from the deep that would answer your call.

Rating: Explicit

TW: Non-con monster fucking (or at best dub-con under implied threat of death), graphic depictions of violence/gore, troll on troll and troll on human cannibalism, mentions of previous sexual slavery/rape, menstural cunnilingus, fellatio, drugging, kidnapping, graphic depictions of lung disease.

NOT a vore story. Reader will live and be unmaimed.

Chapter 1 Excerpt Below:

As the heavy mist swirled past your pounding feet, terror-ridden eyes hazarded a glance back.

Did you lose them?

All humans in the Kingdom of Trefal knew, at the end of Fjell Forest, there was only a carpet of shadows awaiting you. Midday or not, the area at the edge of the Natt Valley lay under a coat of fog that was, even at its thinnest, thick enough to hide the trees only six wagon lengths away. As you witnessed this fact first hand, the hairs on the back of your neck rose. That also meant you couldn't tell if the men pursuing you still lay out there, hidden in the dark.

Those that traversed the Old Bridge between the Capital City Ottsk and the Duke's fiefdom knew that they may yield their lives to make the treacherous passage over the hazy valley. In addition, the tales told stories of man-eating trolls who prowled the fog, waiting for road-weary travelers to lose their way. Everyone knew that the Duke's land grant was generously large for a reason. The king always hated his brother. There was no doubt he hoped the infamous divide and the rumored creatures would mean they never met again.

As your heart pounded against your ribs, you prayed to the stars that you would also escape the old man so totally.

When last you saw his crippled husk, he had patted your cheek and told you he was so desperately disappointed at how things had turned out. He thought with you as First Concubine, you would be the one who could bear him the heir he'd always wanted. You had always been his favorite after all. You were so pliant and responsive that his training took easy. That's why he'd let you live longer than the others despite your failure over and over again. However, his wife really wouldn't tolerate it anymore. If you couldn't give them the child they wanted, it was time to move on.

When he told you your fate, his wrinkled brow had contorted in an approximation of pain. He couldn't really feel pain. The king's little brother lived too pampered a life to know pain. However, he could mimic it from the look on your face. After all, the way you cried was plenty painful for two. Not to worry though! Since you were his favorite he'd always treasure your heart. After he carved it from your chest, he'd put in on the nicest shelf in his bed-chamber. When he died, you could even be buried with him in the tomb! It was the highest honor he could give a simple concubine. After all, you were much closer to him than his wife in life. It was only fair to you that the same be true in death. He cherished you so much after all.

Needless to say, you'd felt differently about that honor.

That's why, two nights ago, you'd slapped the tainted wine from his hands, plunged the golden dagger into his arm, and jumped out the window into the pond below. As you swam to the far shore and raced across the castle grounds to the Old Road, you promised yourself you'd do whatever it took to survive. After two days with no food, no sleep, and no hope, you wondered if "whatever it took" would be enough to escape the fife.

When the long woven ropes of the suspension bridge came into view, a burst of adrenaline spurred your burning legs forward. You surged out of the treeline, coming to a stop as you reached the precipice below. The bottom of the rock-lined valley was rumored to be so deep that it was said your vocal cords would wear out before you hit the ground. No one actually knew how far it went since it was covered in heavy mist year-round. The slick, moss-covered stones made it a near impossible climb. Many foolish men had died trying. Perhaps those disappearances explained the tales of the monsters who lived in the valley below.

You stared at the dark, moldy boards of the bridge. They were slick as oil in a lamp and the ropes looked frayed. You gulped, trying to find the will to move your aching legs towards your only escape. They were heavy as lead. Your anemia wasn't helping. The cramps this month were worse than ever before and the fear barely dulled them. As you hit the mildewed tressel, your knees buckled below you. Your hands barely caught you as your skin hit the splintering wood. Frustrated tears started to pour down your cheeks. Blistered hands wiped at your face. You gritted your teeth and tried to swallow the hopelessness building in your throat.

"Move!" you urged yourself, flexing your shaking arms. Quivering fingers reached out, trying to drag your weary body forward board by board. They clawed at the bridge as your head looked to the heavens. Your thin voice pierced the damp, musty dark as you begged: "Please just let me move!"

Covered in a blanket of thick, grey clouds, the heavens were blind to your suffering. Just as you realized the stars would not answer you, a voice from the deep did.

"Oh? I come up for the smell of blood and here I find someone trapping across my bridge? Been a while."

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babiesdreams · 4 years ago

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Superhuman +18 Chapter 1 [127]

Warnings: mentions of: blood, rape, traumas, gore (kind of)

Jungwoo’s story:

It’s always been in my blood, but I wasn’t aware of it at first. Maybe I should have noticed in the way my anger came out like a power bust sometimes. Maybe people around me should have noticed before. But now is too late to feel sorry about things.

It isn’t something bad to take advantage of your situations, to help your relatives, It shouldn’t be bad.

The police’s siren marked the rythm of my heartbeats, but I tried to stay calmed, there was nothing suspicious about a young adult driving his car a few miles /metres away from a recently robbed bank. Not even if they cassually had a bag with a million dollars on the backseat.

“Can I talk to you sir?” A tall policeman says tapping on my car’s window. “Yes” I politely reply, while I rolled the window down just enough for him to hear me. “Can we inspect your car? There’s been a robbery near by and we wanted to make sure-” My foot quickly stepped over throttle, to start driving through the busy streets.

My mind was too focused on not driving into other cars that I almost forgot about my powers. After driving through three streets, I stopped the car completely, concentrating like I practiced. Everyone and everything freezed around me. Everything stopped, except me.

I took my time to escape, as I had literally all the time on my hands. I was so scared of what could happen to me that I simply kept the world on pause for a whole month. Hours, days the all went through like nothing.

I only stopped because my headaches were getting worse every minute, the pain was way too much to take, so I had to stop using my powers for a while. They eventually got me, and took me to prison, but luckily I could give the money to my family first. I hope they all can enjoy the life they deserved now.

I really hope so.

Taeyong’s story:

It’s always been a curse to me. I never felt normal, I was never normal I guess. I first noticed when I was five. My mom told me I was the best thing that happened to her, and the images passed through my head.

I was a product of a rape, and she tried her best to abort me, but it was too late, and then she just got used to it. She lost her job because of me, and all her friends left her. We moved to a new city and bills were trapping us in. I got to know that when I was only five.

Since then, I could always know when someone lied to me. I thought it was a stupid power, useless and harmful for myself, but it turned out to be harmful for others as well.

Knowing secrets is powerful, much more than what I thought. I got out a job because I knew the boss was cheating on his wife. I got a promotion because I knew a workmate was stealing stuff from the office.

I worked hard since I was fifteen to get to where I am, and I’m not gonna risk it all for a stupid project. I wasn’t gonna, but they have my mother, so I’m here to tell the truth.

Yuta’s story:

When you’re like me, people misunderstand a lot of things. I was diagnosed with TDAH when I was three. Doctors said I lives a fast life, and that I should relax. They were simply wrong.

I live my life in between pills, xannys and all sorts of medication. But that shit only stops my body, my brain still works an 180% faster than the average human brain. My Iq was qualified as “untestable” and I’ve lives in labs my whole life.

Doctors wanted to figure out what caused my “disease” and they never stopped testing me.

So I plotted an escape plan on a free hour I had. I faked eating the pills so that I could take back some of my physical speed, and then I left the lab, as fast as I could. When they realized I was out, I was already exactly 10.000 km away from them.

But I didn’t realize how freedom would get me lost, unpathed and really pityful. So I ended up taking drugs, which actually helped me getting some of my brain speed out, and be free of my own thoughts for a while. But drugs led me to a shameful path full of crimes.

Dongyoung’s story:

I’ve always lived apart from other humans. I was trapped into a jail, where the experimented with me. I never saw another human, not that I remembered. Everyone was so scared of my power I guess.

Nobody likes to be manipulated, but it’s something I couldn’t control. They made me believe I was a monster and I acted upon that. I never wanted to be harmful. But do you know how it feels to feel what others feel?

I get to feel others feelings constantly and they all get mixed up, and there’s so much anger in this world, and sometimes I can’t control that anger.

So yeah, maybe I manipulate people, but they made me feel bad first it’s just fair. I don’t want to feel this either.

When I escaped, everyone was too scared of me, I had to turn that into something less harmful, like, like exhaustion. I made them fall asleep, but I didn’t think about the consequences it all may have.

So when I felt overwhelmed... well you know what happened... I also felt their sadness, the way their souls got out of their bodies, the way they cried their lungs out. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.

So I came here to learn how to control this.

Taeil’s story:

My powers came like something to be grateful for. My family were farmers, and the business kept going down. I still got the motivation to kept the farm going, and helping my family over the hardships of summer.

I don’t even know how it happened. I guess I just grabbed a bunch of rotten tomatoes and picture them to be the best vegetables I could imagine, and It changed, taking the form I had in my head.

Of course I didn’t tell my parents how I got the perfectly looking vegetables and fruits, but it saved the business, and I kept on doing it until I realized it waisted too much of my energy.

I want to make sure I can keep this going for more time until we get better, so I want to know how to improve with my powers.

Jaehyun’s story:

Transforming is never easy you know? The way I have to shape my body into something new and different from my original form, is not easy at all. I can transform myself into other humans, animals and even objects.

It causes my body to get stiff sometimes, and even if the things I transform into are a perfect copy of reality they have certain limits. Human limits I guess.

I remember this one time I turned into a plane, to escape from a robbery we did at a famous bank, it was kind of epic, but I ended up crashing into the ocean half way.

The rest is kind of history, everyone knows me and my mate. Rest in peace. But now I want to take a good turn and use my powers for good. That’s why I came here. But I must say I think I have what it’s needed to be a leader, so if we need a lead I think I can do it.

Mark’s story:

Okay so I was in middle school when this happened. I was too angry at my classmates, because they were always you know bullying me. So the thought came out of nowhere and I was just looking at the boy, and then his nose started bleeding a lot.

I thought it was just a coincidence, until I bumped into that guy. Yo he was raping a girl, and I got too angry and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know his veins would explode like that.

He bleed out in front of my eyes, I will never forget how life escaped his eyes. But the girl kept saying I was a hero so I thought it wasn’t that bad you know. I had the good luck that I was wearing a costume for my theatre classes.

Media named me as the bomb hero. They thought I used some sort of inner bombs, I don’t know honestly. I just want to control myself to have a normal life for once.

Johnny’s story:

I thought they were healing powers at first. My mother was at the hospital when I first noticed. I wanted her to get back to normal, and I guess I did. The thing is that I have to know exactly what I want to do to the body.

I knew my mother needed that cancer out so I just pictured it out(? I don’t know how to explain I just did it and she got back at her normal self instantly.

But It is also harmful, like my brother Mark, I can make organs and veins explode, or modify them as I want, tho I’mm better at healing.

We came here together because we wanted to live as a family, without feeling weird or different. And I feel like we can get that in here.

Donghyuck’s story:

I discovered my powers a week ago but you already know that, you also probably know that I’m the most powerful out everyone here, so I don’t get the point of sharing my story when you literally recruited me.

972: Lee Donghyuk, it’s a formal aspect we all agreed on, please do as you were told.

The robotic voice resounds all over the room, provocking me to sigh. “Fine. You want to know what I do?” I say, concentrating for a second, before I make the gravity dissappear on the said room. Everyone started to float in the air as I kept my feet on the ground.

Then gravity came back, when I stopped controlling it, making them all fall into the ground.

“You didn’t have to do that asshole” Jaehyun said in the distance, and I smiled to his stupid expression. “There’s no point in this anyway” I say, but everything turned a weird shade of blue fastly.

972: Welcome to the unit 127, you have been selected to the protection unit, you will be assigned with daily missions around the world that you will have to accomplish. I will always be watching your actions and if you go against the companies policies, we will inform the police to take you away. As long as you are here you are protected. 972 will always look after you.

“Are you like us?” Mark asked from the distance. The robotic voice answered a yes, that felt odd for everyone, but Taeyong started speaking the truth “She is more powerful than us and she’s leggit. Also she’s hiding behind that wall” The boy speaked calmly.

Jaehyun turned into one of the security guards body, breaking the glass that was covering the misterious girl with a stong punch. Her soft and calmed expression got us all. She got out of the cage she was in gently, supporting herself on one of the guard’s hand.

“You didn’t have to break that” She says calmly, repairing the broken mirror like nothing. The pieces slowy got back to place, like nothing had happened, at all. “I trust your ability of keeping secrets from now on, Lee Taeyong” her voice said calmly to the boy who simply nodded.

And like that she left the room, leaving us behind with all sorts of doubts. But I guess that’s how 972 worked, always wanting to keep the misterious atmosphere.

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poisxnyouth · 5 years ago

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bad influence dave part 4 (d.d)

A/N: hey whores!! surprise. it’s done early. enjoy. talk to me as you read and let me know what you think, as always!!! love you so much babies. -hailey

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“Then I guess I am,” you say confidently, kissing him delicately and moving back to rest in his neck. You feel his heart beating, speeding up with your every slight movement before David responds, tutting and affectionately rubbing at your hair:

“No, sweetheart. Not yet,” he promises, unapologetic but hating the fact he has to tell you no on this one, “You don't know everything I do yet. Once you know, then we can have this conversation again.”

“You probably shouldn't be dating a drug dealer anyway,” David says matter of factly, shrugging, “You’re too good for me, babygirl. It’s the truth. Don’t get mad at me for it.”

“I get to decide that, not you,” you reply, eyebrows scrunching together, “That’s up to me, and I want you. Tell me everything so I can just say yes and be with you.”

David stares blankly at you, clearing his throat and sighing, “There's five guns under this bed, four in my chest of drawers, two in my bathroom, and two in my car. They’re all over the house and they’re all loaded. I don't deal only weed; that’s just what you’ve seen me deal. I didn't want to scare you away. Me, Dima, and Ilya have all had guns pointed at us, or been the person pointing it at someone else. It’s just how this shit goes.”

“What do you-” you clear your throat, too, trying to process his words, “What do you deal?”

“It’s not all at the same time. I really don't have that much on me at a time, either, but-”

“David. Answer the question.”

“The most at a time that I would have of each drug is six ounces of coke, two ounces of ecstasy, about four hundred Xannies, a pound of weed – you know that, fourteen sheets of LSD, a pound of shrooms, and, like, small amounts of ketamine or DMT,” David sighs, eyes flickering across your face, “Please don't look at me differently for it. Honestly, sweetheart, it’s not that much. It’s not like Scarface kingpin shit.”

“I’m sorry, but – How much money do you even make?” You're half surprised and half not; half confused and half not; half horny and half not.

“I could quit my job if I wanted to,” he says, fingers in your hair, “But then it looks suspicious on paper. Obviously, I make all of my money under the table in cash. You have to understand, baby – Look at me.”

David turns your head by your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes, “If you’re my girl, and I get caught – you’re an assumed accomplice. They’d go after you too. I’m not a huge dealer, but I’m not small either; I’m mid-sized and I make good profits, but with the amounts that I said I have? Any of that will get me at least twenty years, easy.”

“Why is that hot?” you ask dumbly, clearing your throat as David sits up, tugging you to face him in his lap.

“Think with your brain and not your pussy, sweet girl,” he says, the most serious you’ve seen him, “I could give you anything you want – I have fifteen thousand in cash in one of my drawers, not even counting what I have saved. We could go somewhere. But you need to know what the fuck you’re in for before you commit to me. I know it’s baggage.”

“Um,” you stutter, still overwhelmed at his admissions, “Do you think you could be caught?”

“I cover my tracks well,” David ensures, “But that's not ever one hundred percent. One person could get caught and all of a sudden, they have a list of names of everyone else. People snitch for less time.”

“You didn't answer me.”

“If I stop before I get too big,” he pauses, pushing your hair out of your face, “No. I don’t think so. I have another six months before I should cut the shit for a while.”

“But you like the money,” you say simply, realizing what he’s saying, “How much money do you have right now?”

“With savings? Fuck, three hundred thousand? I move two ounces of coke a week and make an easy two grand, maybe five G’s if I play my cards right, and then the weed and other shit. I’ve been doing this since I was nineteen while still working, so I’ve been making pretty good.”

You cough, choking in disbelief, “Holy shit. That’s…better than pretty good. Do you...do you do them?”

“The drugs? Not really,” he shrugs, eyes on yours, “I mean, you know that I smoke. I’ve done them, sure, but I don’t do them...They’re party drugs, for the most part. I don't sell to end users, by the way. Only with weed.”

“I don't even know what that means-”

“It means that I only deal to other smaller dealers that buy from me in bulk,” he explains, kissing your forehead, “Except for weed – those are end users because they buy from me and go home and smoke it.”

David sighs, looking at you, “I’m not going to let you blindly walk into a commitment like this. This isn't just, ‘Please don’t break my heart!’...You know that, right? This is, ‘I am sharing this with you, and you could go down with me.’ And if we do become something more than whatever we are, we cannot step on your family’s toes. If they find out anything, we’re fucking done, babygirl. You know they would turn us in.”

“Why me?”

He sighs again, taking both of your hands into his, “Do we ever pick who we want to be with?”

“That being said,” David continues, “This is entirely your choice. It's not as simple as, ‘I want you, you want me, so let's be together.’ Yes, I want you to be my girl, and yes, I want to blow all of my money on you – every last dime – but you have to know that this is your decision to make. I won't make this one for you. You need to know what you're getting yourself into, honey.”

You kiss him deeply as a response and you feel him deflate into it as he exhales, hands moving to your waist as he pulls away and rests his forehead on yours. David breathes heavily, eyes closed, “I’m not letting you answer today just so you can make a stupid, hasty decision.”

“It’s a yes.”

“Stop,” he shakes his head, pulling away, “No. Stop it. You don't mean that. Use your fucking brain, baby.”

“I want you, David-”

“You might want me but I am not worth risking getting a few first degree felonies on your record and serving time,” his tone is harsher now as his hands grip your waist, fingertips digging in, “Fucking think about it, Y/N, I’m serious. You went to a good college you’re probably still paying for, you have a good job, you’re smart, you’re on your way to doing what you’ve always wanted to...”

“Do not,” David continues, repeating himself, “Do not risk all of that good shit you’ve worked so hard on for me.”

“It sounds like you don't want me to say yes,” you comment, confused.

He sighs and brings both hands to the tops of your arms at your shoulders, rubbing affectionately, “Of course I want you to say yes, baby. I just want you to be sure.”

“I’m sure.”

“Fucking stop it,” David says harshly, “I’m not taking an answer until tomorrow.”

“David, it’s going to be the same fucking answer whether I give it to you right now or tomorrow when I come see you after church,” you’re frustrated with him, now, as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him, “It’s a yes.”

“Then I just won’t believe it until tomorrow,” he replies, too obstinate and hard-headed to take an immediate answer as he tugs you closer to him, asking, “Why? I don’t want you to go down with me.”

“You said it, David,” breathing him in and repeating his phrase back to him, “Do we ever pick who we want to be with?”

“Look at me,” you tell him, pulling away and taking his face into your hands, “I will do anything you need me to. Just say the word.”

“No,” he shakes his head, eyes wide, “Absolutely not. Fuck no. You’re going to be involved with this as little as possible.”

“Then what am I supposed to be doing?”

“Your job is to sit there and look pretty. Let me take you on those stupid dates where we ask each other questions and act like we don't know the answer to every single one, do drug runs with me, let me take you places, let me buy you shit, and be fucking quiet. You have to be discreet and you cannot be doing my dirty work for me. I won’t let you.” You're still sat in his lap, legs wrapped around his torso and arms draped around his shoulders as he explains the vitality of you keeping your mouth shut.

“This is so much bigger than just us,” he sighs, “You can't freak out when a gun is pulled on me and you can't freak out when I pull a gun on someone, babygirl. It happens, and sometimes you have to remind them which side of the barrel they should be on.”

“...What if they pull a gun on me?”

David clears his throat, not meeting your eyes, “About that...you’re going to have to carry and know how to use it, too. It’s not hard. I’ll teach you. They usually don't fuck with, you know, peoples’ girls, but it has happened before.”

“But...that’s the worst case, baby,” he attempts to reassure, “Because I’ll have at least one pulled on him, so…If I’m there, and there’s no reason I wouldn't be, I’ll be protecting you. It’s still a good idea for you to carry, though.”

You sigh, glancing around the room as David anxiously stares a hole through you, listening to you as you speak, “Okay. So…”

You clear your throat and chew at your lips, plan already devising in your head, “Here's what we have to do. Use the church as your cover. Meet my parents, make them love you, go to church with me – whatever, I can help you. It’s less suspicious. You don't have to actually believe.”

“I’m not asking that of you, baby-”

“Listen to me, David,” you say harshly, eyes now on his as you grab his chin to force him to look at you, “You can make more this way. We can do this. Buy new clothes to blend in. Go along with whatever they say. Wear a cross. Spend time with my family and they’ll stick up for you. I promise.”

“What about Michael and Abs? They know.”

“Fuck Michael and Abby. They won't say shit,” you shrug, swearing, “I know they won't. I can handle that. Get along with my brothers and they’ll be up your ass forever. You don't actually have to be devoted; you just have to act like you are so people don't suspect you. They’re never going to think that a clergyman’s daughter and her cute, Godly boyfriend that everyone approves of deals drugs on the side. I’m a good girl. I’m your cover.”

“Hide the cigarettes and weed and their smell, get some Sunday best clothes and a cross, and buck up, David. We can do this. I’ll help you.” David says nothing, your offer weighing heavy on his chest as you reach for his hands and press a kiss to his cheek.

You continue, “You like telling me what to do and I like it, too, but I’m telling you what to do with this. It’s better than doing everything on the DL and hoping no one catches on. You know it is.”

“Okay,” he nods, repeating himself and wiping at his face, “Okay. Fine. You’re right. It’s solid. God, Dima and Ilya are going to kill me.”

David kisses you, murmuring, “You’re too fucking good for me. I don't deserve you. Deadass.”

You reach around to the nape of your neck and unclasp the chain, holding it up to his neck before he stops your hands.

“No,” he resists, shaking his head, “Put it back on. I have one. My mom made me take it with me when I moved out.”

David gently pushes you off of him and stands, making his way to his chest of drawers and digging through one of them haphazardly. You watch him as you clasp your necklace back together by yourself; he locates it, buried at the bottom of his sock drawer. It's large enough for him to easily slip it over his head, planting his palms against the edge of the chest and leaning over it. He feels the weight of the chain move forward with him, and David looks down at it, sighing softly.

“Fuck,” he curses, turning back around to face you, “I never thought I’d be wearing this again.”

You stand and move over to him, palm covering the cross and affectionately rubbing it into his chest, “You don't have to believe, David. You just have to act like you do.”

“I know,” he promises, waving your hand off, “I know. I just haven't been to church since Slovakia.”

“Jesus,” David rubs at his face, slightly overwhelmed, “Fuck. Do I meet your family before or after going to Mass tomorrow?”

“Oh, shit,” you say, “Um...which one would you prefer?”

“You pick, Miss Priss,” David picks up an unopened pack of cigs and tears the plastic open, slipping the sleeve off and opening the top. He tears at the excess foil and gets out a Camel, placing it between his lips and reaching for his Zippo, eyes on yours. “Either way, I have to meet them in the next twenty-four hours.”

“Um,” you ponder as he lights it and takes a drag. You sigh heavily and reach for your phone, “Fuck, let me ask about tonight.”

David shakes his head and makes a noise of disapproval, exhaling smoke from his lungs, “No. Don’t ask. Say that we're coming. Say I insist — and stop cursing, baby. Bad habit.”

“God, David,” you complain, going through the clothes in his drawers, “Everything you own smells like fucking weed and cigarettes. You need new clothes. Clothes that smell, like...not pot.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do, sweetheart? We need to go shopping.” David replies, hands going in the air, “I didn't really count on dating a Catholic girl and having to clean myself up. Stop fucking cursing.”

“Oh, so we’re dating now?” you ask, ignoring his demand and smelling a black polo of his, “This smells fine.”

“Yes, we’re dating, fucker,” he rolls his eyes, removing his shirt off his back and moving to pull the polo on over his head, “That’s what being my girl means.”

“I never said I’m your girl,” you roll your eyes, moving to the drawer with his pants, “I said I wanted to be.”

“Stop with the attitude,” David bickers, reaching around you for a dab pen on the surface of his chest of drawers, “You’re my girl. Period. End of. You’ve signed up for this shit with me, so you’re my girl.”

“What are you doing?” you ask, eyeing the dab pen as he adjusts the power and hits it, eyes on yours, “You cannot be high when you meet my family.”

“I won’t be,” he promises, exhaling and tossing it back on to his dresser, “Even if I was – is that a crime? If they meet me high, and I’m high every time I’m around them, they’ll think I’m just acting normal. Like, I’m high in my driver’s license picture so that if I get pulled over, they think I just look like an idiot.”

“No, David-”

“Since when do you feel like you can talk back to me?” David quips, leaning against the dresser as you continue to go through his clothes, smelling them, “What did I do to make you think that’s okay?”

You scoff, ignoring him and returning to your work, before he leans down and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Open,” he orders, fingers going down the length of your throat until you gag. The newly present cross dangles from around his neck as he removes his fingers and spits down your tongue, “Swallow and stop talking back. I’m still in charge here.”

You go quiet, passive aggressively still unfolding and refolding pairs of jeans before finding a pair of skinny jeans, asking him, “Can you put these on, please?”

David shakes his head, “No. I need to throw those out. My dick looks huge in them and I have a fat ass, anyway – they just make it look bigger. Ilya might have something. Let me go look.”

He leaves, and you take his absence as an opportunity to snoop through his drawers. At the bottom of his hoodie drawer, underneath the many items of thick, rolled fabric – lies fifteen bands. You dig around some more and find the four guns he had mentioned scattered throughout the different drawers; all pistols. You don’t touch them, just stare momentarily, before you hear David’s voice.

“They’re Glock 17s,” he says simply, leaning over you and grabbing one casually.

“Four hundred bucks apiece. Hit the magazine release button and the mag slides out,” he presses the square button on the handle, sliding the magazine into his hand and dropping it haphazardly onto the top of his dresser. “Pull the slide back and make sure it stays put with the slide catch.”

He drops it, “It’s unloaded. Easy.”

“Glock 17s hold seventeen rounds,” David explains, “The magazine is fully loaded right now. Every gun I have is. When you load the bullets, though, wear gloves or something, so your fingerprints aren’t on the bullets. Now, to reload it:

“Put the magazine back in,” he grabs both the Glock and the magazine, sliding it back in and clearing his throat, “Keep your pointer finger off of the trigger and straight, flat on the frame. Pull the slide back…”

David pulls it back harshly and lets go, the slide lurching forward loudly, the hottest sound you’ve ever heard, “And now it’s loaded again. You don’t need to put it on safety.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because it’s already on safety, sugar. That’s how Glocks work. You see this little lever – hold on, let me unload it and shit again.” You watch him quickly light a cigarette and hit the magazine release, sliding it deftly into his free hand and placing it on his dresser, taking his cigarette back between his fingers. David slides the top of the gun back and passes you the cig, quietly telling you to hold it.

You take a drag and exhale as David hits a button and slides the entire top of the gun off, “I just disassembled it. It’s safe. So, you see this lever?” He points at it, a slightly shorter lever than the actual trigger, “The gun will only fire if both of these little triggers are pulled. There are three safeties on a Glock: one, trigger safety, which I just showed you. Two, firing pin safety, which is both of these guys,” he points at the matching joints in the middle of the two disassembled parts, “And three, the drop safety back here at the butt of the gun.”

“I’ll get you one and I can explain it better later,” he shrugs, quickly assembling it and loading it again, placing it gently back where it belongs and shutting the drawer, “Don’t touch it until I do, though.”

David swipes his cig back from you, laughing as you tell him, “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Ugh, David, you’re smoking!” you roll your eyes, coming back to reality, “I’m gonna have to spray you down in cologne.”

“Whatever,” he takes a drag, “That pile is what I found in Ilya’s room.”

“Ilya has better style than you,” you comment, plucking a pair of chino khakis from the stack and passing them to him. “Put them on.”

You watch him stub out his cig and slip his shorts off, the outline of his soft dick painstakingly obvious in his underwear as he grabs the pair of pants. “Jesus fuck. Stare much?”

You blush involuntarily, David pulling them on, “Whatever. It’s staring straight at me. It’s mine now, anyway – I can stare if I want to.”

“Is it now?” he mocks, buttoning the pants and tugging the zipper up and looking in the mirror, “Bro, why is my ass so fucking big?”

“Stop bragging,” you say, “Also, I have to drop by my place so I can change.”

“Oh!” David exclaims, moving to his closet, “Um...I actually have one of your dresses. You left it here a few weeks ago when you spent the night. I kept meaning to tell you, but I’m an idiot and kept forgetting...It kind of felt good to have your shit mixed in with my shit, no cap.”

You stand next to him as he takes your missing dress off of a hanger and passes it to you. You take it from him and wrap your arms around his neck, elbows draped over his shoulders as you lean up to kiss him.

“David,” you say, meeting his eyes, tone light as to not press any unknown buttons, “We’ve been talking about fucking for two months – since the first time we met. Why haven't we yet? Do you not want to anymore?”

He sighs as you fix his necklace, placing the clasp at the back of his neck and tucking the chain underneath the collar of his polo. “I don't have an answer for you, sweetheart. Of course, I want to.”

David’s palms find your waist, “But would it be so bad if we waited a little bit?”

“What?” you ask, genuinely baffled, “You’re the one who even mentioned it first. You said you wanted to ruin me.”

“I didn't think-,” he cuts himself off, clearing his throat, “I don't wanna start fucking you and it ruin shit between us. Maybe we should just keep taking it slow...and do something just every once in a while?”

David grabs your chin and presses a quick kiss to your lips, exhaling disappointedly, directed entirely towards himself as his fingers run over your lips. You’re looking up at him with the doe eyes he finds so fucking difficult to resist, but he does, speaking, “I’m sorry, sweet girl. I know you want it, I know you want it to be me, and you know I want it – but we should wait. The sex is always better when you’re in love, anyway. Give it some time.”

His words are disheartening, but loving, and he continues, pushing your hair out of your face and kissing your forehead, “The day will come where you can't walk because of me and the day will come where I’m fucking you on a mattress made of money in Vegas. Change will come, babygirl. I’ll eat you out and shit whenever you want, but you have to be patient.”

You’re visibly disappointed, not wanting to meet his eyes as he holds your face, eyes scanning over your features, “Hey, now, you don't have to do all that. It’s okay. It’s not as big of a deal as you think.”

David tugs you into his chest, hugging you and holding you closely, rubbing your back comfortingly, “Baby – I’ve got you. You know this.”

You say nothing as you're wrapped up in his chest, eye to eye with his crucifix, and for a split second, you agree with him. You talk yourself into not being upset, allowing yourself to breathe deeply, taking in his signature scent – a colossal mixture of cigarettes, weed, spilled alcohol on him from work somehow ingrained into all of his clothes, and his cologne. It’s comforting, now, the more you get to know him.

David pulls away slightly, arms still tightly wrapped around you, “You okay, my love?”

Your ears perk up at the new, endearing name, and you nod against him, your dress still in your clutch as he releases his hold on you. He kisses you gently again, “It changes nothing. I was going to take it slow regardless.”

You nod, meeting his eyes and murmuring a quiet Okay, before you speak again, louder this time, “You might not be nice, and you might have, like, twenty guns in your possession...but you’re a good man.”

For the first time, even if it’s only a tiny amount, you see him flush a pale pink, quietly speaking before he attaches your mouths, “I’m glad you think that of me.”

“Sweetheart,” he says, “Just curious. You on birth control?”

You nod against him and you watch him roll his eyes back in response, “Fuck. I might take back everything I just said.”

You scoff, laughing slightly, “Why?”

“Because it would be so satisfying sitting in front of your dad or sitting in church,” David pauses, tugging you closer, “and you’ve got my cum running between your legs? What a fucking dream. And you’re as tight as you are? Ugh, that shit would feel like vacuum.”

You shove at his shoulder, giggling and moving away, “You’re disgusting.”

“I saw that look on your face,” he shrugs, “You think it’s hot too. Whore.”

“Shut up.”

“Stop smoking,” you tell David as he moves to light another cigarette in the car, “Hit your fucking vape or something. You can't smell like cigs right now.”

“Ugh, fucking Christ,” he gripes, putting the unlit cigarette back in the package as he drives the unfamiliar route to your parents’ place, “It’s not the same. Why are you cursing so much?”

David digs through his center console, stopped at a red light, fingers fumbling for a half-empty Stig before taking a hit, “What am I even allowed to do in front of them? How old are your brothers?”

“You know, hand on the waist, on my back, hand holding,” you shrug, “No kisses yet. No pet names yet. We’re just David and Y/N. They’re eighteen and nineteen. They both still live at home.”

“Jesus, I’m nervous,” he admits, fingers running through his hair, “Are we almost there? I’m sorry, but I want to get this over with.”

“Yeah, we are,” you nod easily, reaching for his free hand, “Turn left here. It’s okay. I’d be nervous too.”

David drives silently as you give him sporadic directions before you arrive; he clicks his seatbelt off before sighing deeply, quietly murmuring an Oh, fuck, baby.

“What?” you find yourself asking before you get out, bewildered, “What’s up?”

“Um,” he sucks his teeth, looking straight in front of his steering wheel, “How do I say this?...”

David anxiously taps the top of the wheel, turning to you, “I’ve been here before. A lot, actually. Please tell me I’m not your brothers’ dealer.”

You choke slightly, coughing, “What? Excuse me?”

You hear him swallow nervously as he sinks backwards into his seat, car still running, “Are your brothers...oh, fuck, whatarethosekids’names? Mark and Matthew! Are your brothers Mark and Matthew?”

“Those little shits-”

“Oh, fuck, that’s them?” David whines pitifully, leaning his head against the top of his steering wheel, “If it makes you feel any better, I really like them. They’re good kids. God damn it, though!”

He hits the steering wheel slightly, leaning back up and sighing, “God, I’m not ready for this. Let’s just go.” David quickly turns the key in the ignition and opens his door, hopping out and slipping his keys and Stig into his front pocket.

He’s not nervous about being a good boy; he knows how to act, all of the things to say and promise – but now, instead of one pair of eyes watching him act differently and unlike himself, he has three. David’s anxiety is now through the roof, something rare for him to experience.

You kiss him quickly and tell him it’ll be okay before you open the front door, quietly saying, “I’m going to introduce you really quickly, but can you fend for yourself for a few minutes? I’m going to chew the fuck out of my brothers.”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” David ensures, hand on the small of your back, “Be nice to them. They’re good customers.”

You roll your eyes, moving to open it, before he tugs you back slightly, making you meet his eyes.

“Tell me you’ve got me,” he asks, “Sorry, I’m so fucking nervous, dude.”

“I’ve got you,” you nod, repeating assuringly and kissing his cheek, “I’ve got you, David. It’s okay.”

You open the door, him carefully following you in. Everyone is in the kitchen, it seems, so that’s where you head, saying hello as they all pitch in for dinner.

“Hey, guys,” you greet nervously as they all acknowledge your presence, “This is David. He’s my – um, boyfriend!”

You make eye contact with both of your brothers as their faces go white at his presence, David moving around you to shake your father's hand and hug your mother.

“Mom, David,” you introduce, anxious, “Daddy, David. Matt, David. Mark, David.”

“Nice to meet you, man,” they both feign loyally, shaking his hand as they flush a deep red.

“Can I talk to you guys?” you ask, eyes glued on them and faking a smile, “Alone?”

You pull them to the side, another room entirely, still dropping your voice, “You’re fucking buying drugs? What do you buy from him and how much?”

“Y/N, you’re dating him!” Matthew exclaims in a whisper, hands going up in the air, “How did you even meet him? Are you having sex?”

“Answer me,” you press, arms crossed as you hear your parents laugh loudly at something David said, “Literally, neither of that matters! It’s my business, not yours. And it’s my body – Ew. You sound like Dad.”

“It’s our business too!” Mark says, answering your question, “We only buy weed, Y/N. Like, an eighth of an ounce at a time for each of us. Not that much. Wait, does he sell other stuff?”

“Shut up. I’m not answering that. Fine,” you give in, eyes rolling, “That’s fine. He’s going to be around more, and he’s going to go to Mass with us, so keep your mouth shut. Mom and Dad can't know. You know that they’ll turn him in.”

“I mean, obviously,” Matt shrugs, “We want our weed, and he’s the best dealer who stays lowkey in town – Is he even Catholic?”

You sigh, hearing them laugh again, “No, but he likes me, and I like him – so, like, shut up about it. Weed and weed only, shitheads. Let’s go.”

Although David can carry his own weight in polite small talk, it’s difficult to hide his relief once you return to his side and his arm wraps around your waist. You’re impressed with his good boy act as he aids your mother in setting the table. He is still tense, no matter how hard he attempts to get lost in conversation and what he’s doing.

You all sit down at your places – your father and mother at each head – and wait patiently for him to say grace, but he pauses, speaking: “David, can you say grace for us?”

Oh, God, you think, waiting for the shitshow to begin, but David nods confidently and takes your hand and your mother's hand in his, clearing his throat.

You shut your eyes and pray for whatever’s about to occur, and he speaks, “Um...Father, We have gathered to share a meal in Your honor.”

David’s trying his hardest to flip through his Rolodex of memories that feel jurassic from Slovakia, quickly translating to English, “Thank You for putting us together as family, welcoming me into this lovely home, and thank You for this food. Bless it to our bodies, Lord. We thank You for all of the gifts You’ve given to those around this table. Help each member of our family use these gifts to your glory. Guide our mealtime conversations and steer our hearts to Your purpose for our lives. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.”

He sighs deeply in relief as your father compliments him, and you’re right there with David, hand comfortingly squeezing at his knee under the table.

Good job, you say quietly, and David grunts, murmuring under his breath, You’re lucky I like you as much as I do. Your brothers clock it as they load their plates up, eyes on yours, before Matthew says, “So, David, what do you do?”

Your eyes zero in on him, kicking him slightly under the table, before David replies, nonchalant, “I bartend in the city. Morning shift. Nine to six on weekdays.”

“You don’t go to St. John’s,” your dad comments, changing the subject to his only interest, “Where do you go? How did you guys meet? Not drinking, I hope.”

His attempt at a joke falls flat, David’s brain working quickly to fabricate a lie, “I’m from Vernon Hills. I just moved here – I went to St. Vincent de Paul back home. We met through Michael and Abby.”

“Oh, okay,” your dad nods understandingly, “What’s your favorite verse? Recite it.”

“Daddy, why are you testing him?” you ask him, anxious that David doesn't have an answer for him, attempting to have his back, “Do you doubt him?”

“No, it’s okay, Y/N,” David ensures, nodding at you and clearing his throat, “He’s just asking. Philippians 4:8 and 9, sir. ‘Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable — if anything is excellent or praiseworthy — think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me or seen in me — put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.’ It’s how I want others to perceive me...I want to be someone other people can look up to.”

Who is this guy? you find yourself asking as you listen to him speak, quietly eating as David lies through his teeth about his faith for forty-five minutes straight. He’s a great liar, and you try to not think about how hot it is as he stands at the end of dinner, plate cleaned, and silverware crossed. He helps clear the table, and by the sweet end, your father likes him a great deal and makes his excitement about David joining their service known.

You bid your goodbyes, and you’re about to make your way through the front door, before your brothers say David’s name and follow you outside. David seems to flip the switch immediately, dapping them up and saying, “Wassup? Do you guys need something?”

“Will we be seeing you tomorrow?” Matthew asks, fingers running nervously through his hair as he looks between you and David.

“Yeah, why?”

“Can we both get an eighth? Tomorrow morning?”

“Dude,” David rolls his eyes, “I just lied to your parents for, like, an hour and a half, about me being Catholic, and you want me to deal to you at church?”

They both shrug, and he looks at you – shocked when you shrug, too – sighing and replying, “Fucking fine. Thirty-five bucks. Cash. Each. You know the deal. You’re going to Hell. Goodnight.”

Wordlessly and rudely, David gets in his car and you follow him, bidding goodnight to both of the boys. He groans once you climb in and puts the key in the ignition, turning it and sliding his seatbelt on.

“You did so good,” you say, reading the frustration on his face, “He loves you. Where did you know all that?”

He scoffs, pulling out of the driveway, “Whatever. I was raised Catholic, too, you know? I know what they like to hear. Fuck, I need a fat ass blunt after that shit.”

Once further down the road, David rolls the window down and moves to light a cigarette, groaning at the taste, “I missed you so much.”

He drives quietly, smoking one cigarette and then smoking another, indulging his addiction. He’s halfway through his second cig before he speaks, laughing slightly, “Daddy, huh?”

“Shut up,” you blush, “I know it’s weird.”

He shakes his head as he exhales the smoke, smile playing at his lips, “I don't think it’s weird, but you should be calling me that — not him. Just saying. Too sexy when you say it.”

You choke, “Excuse me? We’d have to have sex for me to call you that.”

“Nah,” he tuts, cig between his lips, “Not true. And you’ve got daddy issues like a bitch. I think I deserve that title.”

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes, moving to steal a cigarette from him and lighting it.

“Say it,” he commands, eyes on the road and free hand coming to the inside of your thigh, “Let me hear it, sugar.”

You pause for a moment, holding your breath, “Daddy.”

“Oof,” he actually says, shifting in his seat, “Fuck, yes. My dick twitched.”

He grabs at his dick, “Ugh. I need to hear that more often.”

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a-whump-dis-aster · 4 years ago

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Song Lyric Prompts - Hurt/Comfort Edition

@hopelesswhump did this cool song lyrics dialogue prompt page thing, and I wanted to compile a list of my own. If you use these, you could totally tag me in the work!! I'd love to check it out!

Dialogue Prompts

"[Just need you to] tell me we're alright, tell me we're okay." Level of Concern, Twenty One Pilots

"Better off without them, they're nothing but unstable," Xanny, Billie Eilish

"Call my friends and tell them that I love them, and I miss them. ...Sorry." Listen Before I Go, Billie Eilish

"Everyone thinks that we're perfect. Please don't let them look through the curtains." Dollhouse, Melanie Martinez

"Never gon' get away, never gon' break their chains." Blame It On The Kids, AViVA

"I'll let you in on my dark side, show you what Hell really feels like." Hushh, AViVA

"Was I stupid to love you, was I reckless to help?" No Time To Die, Billie Eilish

"Was I made from a broken mold?" idontwannabeyouanymore, Billie Eilish

"Rather be the hunter than the prey." Natural, Imagine Dragons

"I can hear your voice now, keeping me awake 'till morning. Can see you with the lights out," Insomnia, Daya

"Drove the car off the road [...] you're not a ghost, you're in my head." Forever, Charli XCX

"Out in the darkness, I saw an angel." Sirens, Fleurie

"You think it's over, but you ain't seen nothin' yet." Thunder, Alycia Marie

"Never got the chance, to say a last goodbye." Dancing With Your Ghost, Sasha Sloan

"Playing with your heart 'cause you give me the throne." The King, Conan Gray

"I'm here, nothing can harm you." All I Ask of You, Andrew Lloyd Webber, Emmy Rossum, Patrick Wilson

"I wouldn't hesitate to smile while you suffocate and die." Choke, I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

"When I have you, I'm gonna brand you with my lips. And all of the world will know that you're mine." Tied Down, Jaymes Young

Phrase Prompts

'Broken wings on a broken bird' Silence Is All I Have Now, Kurt Hugo Schnider and Lynnea M.

'To say you loved me all along, and kissed the bruises 'til they're gone. Bittersweet, 'cause I can't breathe inside your arms.' The Cut That Always Bleeds, Conan Grey

'Well I've got thick skin, and an elastic heart, but your blade -- it might be too sharp.' Elastic Heart, Sia

'Petrified of who you are and who you have become.' Friend, Please, Twenty One Pilots

'No one looks up anymore, 'cause you might get a raindrop in your eye, and Heaven forbid they see you cry." March to the Sea, Twenty One Pilots

'Am I the only one I know? Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?' Migraine, Twenty One Pilots

'Warning signs can feel like they're butterflies.' Graveyard, Halsey

'I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose.' Titanium, David Guetta, Sia

'[Think you might be right, though.] You made me a psycho.' PSYCHO, AViVA

'Clipped wings, I was a broken thing.' Bird Set Free, Sia

'If I could make you love me, maybe you could make me love me,' I HATE EVERYBODY, Halsey

'Angel of Music, you decieved me.' Down Once More Medley, Phantom of The Opera (2004), Andrew Lloyd Webber, Gerard Butler, Patrick Wilson, Emmy Rossum

'I found love in the strangest place: tied up and branded, locked in a cage.' Problems, Mother Mother

Comment suggestions and I'll add them! <3

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withhowsadsteps · 4 years ago

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better off without them (matthew connelly, HATYM)

a/n: I’m writing instead of studying but to be fair I just realized I could write something based on Billie’s Xanny while listening her album today.

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As much as you hated being around people who were way too intoxicated, you found yourself in a party after another. Why? Because you were stupid, that is why. Or perhaps because you were too loyal to your friends. You couldn’t understand why would anyone like to get high? I mean yeah probably the feeling when the drugs kicked in was nice, sure, but what about the day after? No thank you. Hangovers after drinking too much were bad enough. But, you still went to every party. You definitely were the mom friend, checking that each of your friends got home safe.

What is it about them? I must be missing something They just keep doing nothing Too intoxicated to be scared

This was probably the third or fourth time that the boys had gotten pills somewhere. Your friends lost the last bits of common sense they had in them when they took those. They became feral, especially Kearney. He got into fights even more easily, if that was even possible. Mostly because he tried to fuck every woman he laid his eyes on. That included you. Sure, he wasn’t bad looking. But you had feelings for Matthew. No one knew. Not even Jen. Sometimes you debated if you should try just something simple, maybe that would give you courage to make your move on the man. But then you shook the thoughts out of your head. You were so much better off without them.

Better off without them They're nothing but unstable Bring ashtrays to the table And that's about the only thing they share

Why did all of these people even bother gathering together? They were all in their own little worlds, even if they sat with each other, smoking cigarettes and drinking lord knows what kind of cocktails. In your eyes it seemed that they all were having out of body -experiences. Their bodies were there, sure. Some of them even danced, talked to each other, fucked in the bathrooms, whatever. But you were pretty sure their minds were somewhere else.

I'm in their second-hand smoke Still just drinking canned Coke I don't need a Xanny to feel better On designated drives home Only one who's not stoned Don't give me a Xanny now or ever

You couldn’t take the smell of cigarettes, weed, and sweat anymore. You got up and decided to head out, to get some fresh air. You grabbed your Coke can with you, Kearney would probably spike your drink in a second in hopes of you going home with him tonight. You felt disgust creep trough every inch of your body just thinking about the way he had been looking at you tonight. “Oh come on, Y/N, stay. Try one, you won’t regret it”, he said the minute you turned your back towards the group. Without even turning around, you flipped your middle finger behind your back.

Morning as they come down (come down) Their pretty heads are hurting (hurting) They're awfully bad at learning (learning) Make the same mistakes Blame circumstance

You almost left the party without going back inside, but your guilty conscience didn’t let you do so. So, after you had had enough of fresh air and calmed your mind, you went back in. And as always, you helped everyone, even the asshole Kearney, get home safely. Matthew was most sober of them all and the lived nearest to you, so he was the last one you got home. He pleaded you to stay with him. He said that he didn’t want to be alone in the morning. Was it a good idea to stay with him? You honestly didn’t know but if this was all he would give to you, you were definitely gonna take it.

You didn’t sleep at all. It was 4am when you arrived at his place and tucked him in like a child. You sat on his bed and found a book somewhere in his room. You didn’t know why he had a copy of Edgar Allan Poe’s poems, but you were glad to find something nice to read. “Why in the hell can’t you stop us from drinking too much”, you heard after a couple of hours. Matthew sat up groaning. He looked like he had been hit by a freaking truck. “Because you are a grown ass man, shouldn’t you know your own limits?” “Fuck off”, he says but apologizes to you in seconds, “Sorry Y/N, at least you really spent the night here with me”, he sends you a quick smile. You melted right then and there. You were tired and sleepy and wanted to go home, but you found yourself sleeping in Matthews arms as soon as he had found himself some Aspirin.

Please don't try to kiss me on the sidewalk On your cigarette break I can't afford to love someone Who isn't dying by mistake

You started hanging out more. Just the two of you. He would be sober every time you were together. He was actually much smarter than he let people believe. You realized soon that you didn’t want to see him at those parties anymore, so you stayed out of most of them. Even Matthew didn’t realize the reason and how could he? You didn’t tell him that you were falling for him. For the real fucking him. Until one day when you went to see him at his work at the mechanics. He was smoking a cigarette, leaning on a wall. His whole demeanor changed when he saw you. He stood straighter, a wide smile on his face. A couple of the older men working with him checked you out like prey and Matthew seemed to notice it. “There’s my girl”, he said and wrapped his arms around you, tightly. He winked at you as a sign to play along, and threw his cigarette away, attacking your lips with his own. You were quite shocked. Was he serious? Is this really the way he was kissing you for the first time? You did kiss him back though, duh. As if you hadn’t been dreaming of this moment. “You know Matthew, I’d really be your girl if you dropped the drugs”, you whispered to him after the kiss. His smile dropped and you could see from his eyes that he was trying to process what you just said to him.

Come down Hurting Learning

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gibmirmaldenstrick · 4 years ago

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Xanny, help the pain, yeah

Please, Xanny, make it go away

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cordonia · 5 years ago

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Estela + MC: “Xanny”

Summary: Estela Montoya has isolated herself from everyone at school; safer that way. One party, one moment lacking judgment, and now a girl is following her home. [au where rourke never bought an island?]

Inspired by Xanny by Billie Eilish

“What is it about them? I must be missing something They just keep doing nothing Too intoxicated to be scared Better off without them”

Warnings: Party behaviour, mention of drinking/past car accident, this took such a weird turn but I’m rolling with it?! Just kissing as well!

Word Count: 2100

Estela had never been a party person, or a people person. Her mother had always called a sociable child but it was long before her death that Estela changed. It was difficult to read so many emotions, when every single person expressed them differently. She did not venture far into what she didn’t understand anymore, it always seemed to lead nowhere.

That night, however, she was misled by her new roommate. Heavily. How she fell for the “small gathering” descriptor was beyond her, films should have prepared her for this kind of lie. The party was packed into a dorm that she only dreamed of being able to afford. It was basically a castle compared to her apartment.

She had felt bad that Diego was going alone, and if it were truly going to be small... Estela wasn’t that much of a grouch, she could participate in small talk. She had been living alone up until last month when another school year was about to begin and her money was less accessible. A roommate was daunting, but Estela was brave. Diego had so far proven to be a perfect roommate, until that night of course.

“A small gathering?” Diego just grinned and handed her a red solo cup. Classy.

“My best friend lives here, she wasn’t entirely clear about what kind of party it is. Sorry? But let me introduce you to her, she’s through here,” Diego said pointing to a hallway that presumably led to bedrooms.

“This is your best friend’s party?” Estela shook her head, why was she here? Diego clearly didn’t need her, and was intent on making her miserable only three weeks after moving in. She thought it had been clear that parties made her uncomfortable.

Diego, you were perfect until right now, Estela thought, a tight smile on her lips.

“She’s sort of a legend here. The football team nicknamed her Catalyst for some reason. You’re going to love her!”

Catalyst? What a stupid nickname, Estela was only half curious in learning how this stranger had earned it. She didn’t have a nickname, never had. Her uncle called her Estelita but she didn’t think that counted.

“I’m going to find the bathroom, I’ll find you soon,” Estela said with an apologetic shrug, and began backing away.

It was easy to push through the crowd when everyone was already swaying slightly. She set her cup down on the staircase bannister and soon found herself in the kitchen. After grabbing an empty cup, she poured herself some water. The people chatting in the kitchen didn’t acknowledge her, too involved in their friends.

“Estela Montoya?”

She turned at the sound of her name, a little too quickly and cringed at the cold water that sloshed up against her shirt. She looked up, and once her brain adjusted, she looked back down again. Was Estela always this tall, or was this girl adorably short?

“I’m sorry, you know me?” Estela’s words sounded jumbled together but it was no worse than some of the people slurring in the kitchen. Maybe her awkward nature blended into the party setting after all.

“You’re Diego’s roommate, I’ve seen you around school a bit I think.”

Estela blinked a few times, connecting the dots as the girl in front of her smiled innocently at her.

“It’s good to finally meet you, I’m--”

‘The Catalyst,” Estela interrupted. She blushed, a bit embarrassed for sounding rude, and then quickly stuck her hand out.

“Also known as Isadora Taylor. So you’ve heard of me?” Isadora shook her hand and held on for a beat longer than Estela anticipated.

Her hand was a bit cold but strong, skin undeniably soft. Estela caught herself staring into the face of her companion before she responded. She finally dropped her hand.

“Diego told me about you when we got here. I’m supposed to be meeting you in the bedroom.” It was as though a fog had filled Estela’s head, and she had never felt more disconnected from her own thoughts. Control yourself, she ordered her brain. The people actually drinking that night were probably more coherent than she was.

As Estela tried to focus again, she noticed the surprised expression across the beautiful girl’s face.

“Diego told you that? Oh, wow, I thought he’d be a little more subtle. I apologize, unless you want to--” “Hang out with you and Diego in your room? He said he wanted us all to meet, I think.” Estela interrupted her for the second time that night, far more embarrassed the second time around. However, not nearly as embarrassed as the supposed “Catalyst”.

“Right, yeah, would you want to go do that?”

These were the moments Estela tried to avoid. If she found herself in a room of strangers who didn’t know her limits... She wasn’t worried about being pressured into drinking not being overly sociable. She was worried that someone would ask why she looked so uncomfortable, out of place. Then she would think about her mother and the anger it brought her. Every red cup was a reminder in itself.

“It’s really nice to meet you, but I think I should head home. Tomorrow is my studying day.”

The disappointment was even clear to Estela, the girl who could never read a room. She felt guilty for whatever it was about her leaving that was upsetting.

“Diego has some of my things that he keeps forgetting to give back to me. Mind if I tag along so I can grab it?”

“You’re going to leave your own party?

The Catalyst laughed, as if this were her plan all along, to get every idiot on campus to infiltrate her apartment, and then to just leave. Estela didn’t quite say yes, but she didn’t complain about the shadow that followed her into the night. Sometimes having company was a little bit exciting.

Estela’s prediction was partially right, though the entire campus could not fit into one house, the streets were quite quiet.

“I’ve seen you around campus, you fall asleep in the library every Sunday. Has anyone ever told you about how coffee works?” So this girl was attentive; that scared Estela just as much as her heart quickened at the notion of someone being attentive of her.

“Coffee doesn’t make me feel like myself, it just makes each thought harder to distinguish. My mind moves quick enough,” Estela explained. This earned a nod of understanding and a small smile.

“I’m just teasing, I admire your commitment. You’re in pre-law, right?”

The night was still fairly warm even if it were void of light, and that was Estela’s favourite time of the day. There was something comforting about the warm early fall breeze, but also hiding in the darkness.

“Yeah, I don’t mean to be cliche, but I guess I want to make a difference somewhere. Pre-law is a good start for now.” Estela didn’t bring up her mother, not when someone was showing real interest in her like that.

“I believe you’ll make a difference,” her companion assured, strangely confident in her statement. “Every time I try working up the courage to talk to you, I feel a bit inferior, honestly.”

Estela laughed, the first genuine laugh in a fairly long time. “The people in your house right now think you’re the coolest person around town. What makes you feel inferior to someone like me?”

“There’s just something about you, I think. I’m going to sound insane, but I swear in another dimension you must have left quite an impression on me. I don’t know what that means. Maybe far away from here, we fight evil together or something.” She spoke playfully, but not without a note of sincerity. It was a weird thing to say to a stranger, but nothing about her made complete sense so far.

Where did this girl come from? Estela had never enjoyed talking to anyone, let alone the girls she saw around campus. She wasn’t entirely sure this girl was even real, surely nobody could fascinate Estela that quickly.

“I would fight evil with you. That sounds exhausting though. I don’t drink coffee, remember?”

“I drink too much coffee, possibly where all of these strange thoughts come from.” Was that nervous laughter? Estela was used to making people feel uncomfortable, but nervous was new.

“Thank you for walking with me, by the way,” Estela offered, hoping to make her more comfortable. It was the truth too, their walk made going out that night certainly worth it.

“I have to admit something, I had ulterior motives. Two, actually.”

Isadora stopped walking, her hand reaching out to gently grab Estela’s wrist, and then her hand, pulling Estela back slightly. An unexpected touch would normally put Estela on edge, but there wasn’t a single part of Estela that wanted to pull away.

Isadora’s voice was almost musical, even when she spoke quickly and nervously. Estela could have listened to her talk nonsense all night, but something felt off.

“I don’t think I understand.”

“I knew of you before Diego, before I’d ever seen you. I have really amazing friends here and sometimes those friendships reward me with strange nicknames I didn’t ask for. Other time, those friendships offer complicated and sensitive information.” She took a deep breath and met Estela’s eyes for a moment before looking away again. “I know you’re looking for a way to legally avenge your mother.” Estela stared wide eyed in anticipation, but the more Isadora spoke, the more she suddenly wanted to run away. She seemed to sense that somehow.

“Please don’t run off or anything, I know this is a lot coming from a stranger, but I need to explain. A friend of mine trusted me enough to tell me about a private case against his family. His dad, for that matter, and it’s only a matter of time before everybody knows about it.”

She watched Estela expectantly, anxious to see if she had overstepped.

“Is Aleister finally going to testify?”

“Not for the night Rourke drove your mother home drunk, he has no proof, I’m sorry. But his father did a lot more than cause that accident, and he can’t buy his way out of what Aleister is building against him.”

“Why now?”

“There’s a lot I don’t know, but I convinced him that you should know. He understands what it’s like to lose a mother,” she explained mournfully.

Estela had tears in her eyes but the underlying sadness of the circumstances weren’t in the front of her mind. Her chest tightened, restricting her air, and Isadora gripped her hand tightly. Estela had forgotten their hands were still intertwined.

“I’ve wanted to properly meet you since the day I noticed you in the library, when I didn’t know it was you. I’m trusting a very strange feeling that I’m supposed to help you, Estela. I hope this doesn’t feel like an ambush.”

Her body finally relaxed and Estela let out a sigh of pure relief, and exhaustion. “I’ve waited so long for someone to finally say they could help me. I didn’t think it would ever happen,” she admitted incredulously. If she weren’t so stunned, she would have sobbed, and she hadn’t cried since the night her mother didn’t make it home.

Catalyst, what a stupid nickname, and yet the one in front of her was bringing Estela the biggest change she could have asked for. If Rourke went away, her whole future would change. Everything she was working towards in school would have a different meaning, she could fight for something beyond herself.

There weren’t any more words to describe how she felt, so against the traits encoded into Estela’s being, she grabbed the Catalyst by her waist and pulled her close. They leaned into each other and Estela’s face tipped down to meet waiting lips. Nothing tasted better than kissing girls in the middle of the night. It was unfairly seductive to feel her moan against Estela, a gentle body hum that made her press her thighs tighter together. Isadora had her arms around Estela’s neck, her fingers pulling gently at her hair.

Estela would have forfeited every breath to remain in constant motion with the girl in her arms. Touching the skin where her shirt had ridden up, letting her tongue graze swollen lips. Estela held her upright, realizing they were slowly falling backwards. She finally smiled and pulled back just to avoid falling over in the street.

“I feel like I’ve kissed you a hundred times,” Isadora whispered hesitantly.

“I’m fairly certain I’d remember that, but with your permission I could kiss you a hundred times more,” Estela managed to articulate smoothly.

“I only explained one of my motives, believe it or not, I followed you out the door for that kiss as well. You just beat me to it, but thankfully you have all night to apologize for stealing my moment.”

Estela nodded, no desire to argue with that, and said, “I have a million questions but for tonight, I can make a few apologies...”

Note: It’s so hard to write without using names ahhh, so I did use my MC’s name here, but I try and avoid it to make the MC more universal! I will be writing some of my fan fiction in this style, and some written as “imagines” which I have more experience writing! I work late nights and never sleep so I apologize if certain parts don’t flow...

Tagging: @edgydepressedchoicesthot @marmolady

#choices: stories you play #estela montoya #endless summer #endless summer fanfic #estela montoya x mc #estela montoya fanfic #playchoices #pixelberry #aleister rourke

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2019 English Playlist

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL77pv5URcE8b4_k9_GQYZoQYz_HhRDP2D

In English:

“99″ - Barns Courtney

10ft - Eileen Yo

5 Seconds of Summer Babylon Easier Lie to Me Teeth

88rising History Midsummer Madness ♪ from their album Head in the Clouds II ♬ Breathe I Love You 3000 II Indigo Strange Land These Nights

Affection - Between Friends

Aftertaste - Whethan

Ain’t Goin Back - Russ

Alan Walker Are You Lonely Different World Do It All for You Lily On My Way Play

All Fall Down - Johnny Glenn & Ally Hills & Just Juice

All Over Again (remix) - Lost You & Michael Moawad

Another Summer Night Without You - Alexander 23

Aphrodite - Rini

Ariana Grande Esta Noche ♪ from her album thank u, next ♬ bloodline in my head NASA

Arms Around You - XXXTentacion & Swae Lee & Lil Pump

Ava Max Freaking Me Out (Bingo Players remix) Not Your Barbie Girl So Am I

Bae - Trevor Wesley

Bars and Melody Lighthouse (Dave Winnel remix) Waiting for the Sun

Bazzi Caught in the Fire Focus Mine Myself No Way!

Beat of My Drum - Powers

Benee Evil Spider Find an Island Glitter Monsta Want Me Back Wishful Thinking

Better Not - Louis the Child

Big Sean Berzerk Single Again

Billie Eilish everything i wanted When I Was Older ♪ from her album WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP, WHERE DO WE GO? ♬ 8 bad guy bury a friend ilomilo my strange addiction wish you were gay xanny

Birthday Party - AJR

Break Your Heart - Taio Cruz

broken - lovelytheband

Caffeine and Dopamine - Keepitinside

Camila Cabello Find U Again Señorita ♪ from her album Romance ♬ Bad Kind of Butterflies Liar My Oh My Shameless Should’ve Said It

Cardi B Money Please Me

Catch Feelings - Henry Young & Zachary

Céline - Gallant

Cemetery - Coin

Chanel - Frank Ocean

Chase - Aaron Carpenter

Cherry Cola - Kuwada

Cigarette - offonoff & Tablo & MISO

Clairo Sofia Throwaway

Close to Me - Ellie Goulding & Diplo & Swae Lee

Cold - Boy In Space & unheard

Come My Way - Plvtinum

Conan Gray Generation Why Greek God Maniac The King

Creep - Radiohead (GAMPER remix & Dadoni & Ember Island)

Crush - Lucian & Tiffany Day

Crying My Eyes Out - Stephen Puth

Crystal Dolphin - Engelwood

Dangerous Love - Justice Carradine

David Guetta Better When You’re Gone Blame It on Love

Daya Insomnia Left Me Yet Wanted

Don’t Be Gone Too Long - Chris Brown

Don’t Lie to Me - Lena

Don’t Start Now - Dua Lipa

Eric Nam ♪ from his album Before We Begin ♬ Congratulations Love Die Young

Everything - TobyMac

Eyes Wide Shut - Glades

Falling - Trevor Daniel

Fine - Rufus

Finneas I Don’t Miss You at All Let’s Fall in Love for the Night

Fitz and the Tantrums Hand Clap Out of My League

Flower - Johnny Stimson

Friends - Feyde

Funeral - Miguel

G-Eazy 1942 Nadie Como Tu

Get Away - Ed Black

Giants - Becky G & Keke Palmer & Soyeon & Duckwrth & Thutmose

Glass Animals Life Itself The Other Side of Paradise

Greyson Chance Boots Shut Up

Halsey Eastside Graveyard

Heart in Tokyo - Good Gasoline

Heartstrings - STVN & Jenna Carlie

Her - Alex Aiono

Hey Violet Better by Myself Queen of the Night

High School - Umi

Hometown Smile - Bahjat

Honne Crying Over You Day 1

How Do You Sleep? - Sam Smith

IDK - Bruce Wiegner

I Fall in Like Too Easily - Ashton Arbab

I Feel Love - Suggi

If I Can’t Have You - Shawn Mendes

If You Need Me - Julia Michaels

If You’re Over Me - Years & Years

I Heart You - Baby Ariel

I’ll Be There - King Henry & Sasha Sloan

ILYA - Fly By Midnight

In Betweenin’ - Austin Brown

Indiana Massara Apology Smoke in My Eyes

i think i love you (but i dont like you) - push baby

It’s Not You It’s Me - 6LACK & Bea Miller

Japanese Denim - Daniel Caesar

Jaymes Young Infinity Northern Lights

Joji Sanctuary Test Drive Yeah Right

Jonas Brothers Only Human Sucker

Juliet - Sebastian Javier

June - Sage Charmaine

Just My Luck - Tia Ray & Kehlani

Kailee Morgue Go to Sleep Headcase

Katy Perry 365 Harleys in Hawaii

Kiss Me Thru the Phone - Soulja Boy

Lalala - Y2K, bbno$

Last Hurrah - Bebe Rexha

Lauv Drugs & the Internet I’m So Tired

Lava Lamp - Dandi

Left to Right - Marteen

Lennon Stella La Di Da Polaroid Workin’ on It

Lifeguard - iamnotshane

Lovefool - The Cardigans

Love Me Wrong - Allie X & Troye Sivan

Love You Like That - Dagny

Madison Beer Fools Hurts Like Hell

Maggie Lindemann Friends Go Would I

MAGIC! Girl at Coachella Lay You Down Easy

Make You Mine - Public

Mango Love - Shawn Wasabi & SATICA

Mask - joe.k

MAX Love Me Less One Two Things Worship

Middle of the Night - Monsta X

Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince - Taylor Swift

MØ Blur Don’t Leave Kamikaze Nostalgia On & On Red Wine

Mona Lisa - Valntn & Peter Fenn

mxmtoon Blame Game Prom Dress

My Family - Karol G & Migos & Rock Mafia & Snoop Dogg

Nobody - Emilee

No Sleep - Martin Garrix & Bonn

Nostalgia - The Beamish Brothers

NOTD Keep You Mine Romantic (NOTD remix) So Close

Ocean Man - Ween

October - Alessia Cara

Oh Wonder I Wish I Never Met You Super Love

Only You - Cheat Codes & Little Mix

On the Low - Justin Park

Pardon Me - Dion

Permission - New Hope Club

Pharmacy - Isaac Dunbar

Pink - No Rome

Post Malone ♪ from his album Hollywood’s Bleeding ♬ A Thousand Bad Times Circles Die for Me Goodbyes Take What You Want

PRETTYMUCH Blind Solita

Quinn XCII U & Us Wayback (remix)

R3HAB All Comes Back To You Don’t Give Up on Me Now Lullaby This Is How We Party

Raincoat - Kieron Lee & Chloe Ho

Rebels - Ivy Adara

Red Sippy Cup - Ellis G & Tristen the God

Rei Brown Picture Frames Real Love

Rescue Me - OneRepublic

Right Now - Nick Jonas & Robin Schulz

Rolex - Ayo & Teo

Roots - Galantis & Valerie Broussard

Roxanne - Arizona Zervas

Ruel Free Time Real Thing Younger

Say It to My Face - Maty Noyes

Selena Gomez Bad Liar I Can’t Get Enough

Sick Thoughts - Lewis Blissett

Skeletons - keshi

Speechless - Dan + Shay

Stay Home - Faye Risakotta

Sugarplum Elegy - Niki

Summer Love - Hyu

Summer Time High Time - Cuco & J-Kwe$t

Summertime in Paris - Jaden & Willow

Suncity - Khalid & Empress Of

Superfruit - Maude Latour

Sweet Little Lies - bülow

Swimming in Your Feelings - Haven

Talking Loud - Jennifer Zhang

Tell Me - Mika-Intersection

tell me how you rly feel - adam&steve & Lostboycrow

Tessa Violet Bad Ideas Crush

Thank You - Junny

The Chainsmokers Family Kills You Slowly Takeaway

The Vamps All Night All the Lies Can We Dance Just My Type Middle of the Night Missing You Somebody to You We Don’t Care

Think About Me - dvsn

Tired - Jasmine Sokko

Tomorrow Tonight - Loote

Virtual Reality - ieuan

Waste My Time - Grace VanderWaal

Why Don’t We Come to Brazil I Don’t Belong in This Club I Still Do Mad At You Unbelievable What Am I (Casualkimono remix)

Why Don’t We - Austin Mahone

Why Haven’t I Met You? - Cameron Dallas

Woke Up Late - Drax Project & Hailee Steinfield

Yellow Hearts - Ant Saunders

Yoandri All the Way Bravo Cherry on Top It’ll Be Ok Only You

You & Me - Marc E. Bassy

You Got Issues - spring gang & Amaranthine

Young the Giant Apartment Cough Syrup

Zayn Rumors There You Are

In French:

Tous Les Mêmes - Stromae

In Spanish:

Rebeca - Mc Livinho & Gerex & Maejor

Teléfono - Aitana (remix with Lele Pons)

Electronic:

Monster Gambling in Tokyo - Idealism

Sorry I Like You - Burbank

Sunset Lover - Petit Biscuit

#music #2019 #english

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