#so I found a few of them and have been reading

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❝ temptation.❞  ‎ elias ‘stack’ moore x black!fem oc

ooo. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔… modern!au, tension, flirting, cunnilingus (cause every man in this movie is a muncher!) black!fem oc, explicit sexual content.

ooo. 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔… where a good girl falls into temptation after she meets elias ‘stack’ moore.

ooo. 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔… soooo i wanted to try something different and do a modern!au with stack. (smoke’s still my favorite twin. the real girlies get it!) but i wanted to challenge myself a bit here.. this idea honestly came out of nowhere. i opened a03 and just started typing and somewhere down the line it became a one shot with 5k+ words?? 😭 also just wanted to say tysm for all of the love on my other fics. smoke and annie are near and dear to my heart and i’m glad you guys enjoyed my interpretations/writings for them. just a fair warning, the girl in this is very unserious but who wouldn’t be if you saw a vampire that looked like mbj! requests are open so send in something if you’d like — just keep in mind of my rules. anyway. likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated! ◡̈

“he’s dangerous. if you had any common sense you’d stay away from him.” their words seemed portent at first; a precautionary warning that had her wary of him. she didn’t know him but she’s heard enough stories about him to know that he was feared by everyone. his reputation was something akin of their town’s own boogeyman or freddy kreuger — he was dangerous, menacing and someone to be fearful of.

cleo hadn’t been in town long enough to know if his reputation superseded him or if the rumor’s held some weight of validity in them but her curiosity was piqued to meet the guy that had people hurriedly locking their doors when the sun went down and removing the welcome mats off of their front porches.

at first, she wondered if everyone in town had collectively decided to pull a prank on her as some sort of initiation or simply for their own amusement. because to her elias moore seemed more like a ghost than a vampire. she lurked outside after hours, even against their warnings — completely foolish and naive, but she never saw him around.

she doesn’t know why she wants to see him so bad, maybe it’s because everyone else has and she feels strangely left out. or maybe it’s because she needs to see for herself if there was a world where mythical creatures existed outside of the cheesy television shows she used to watch and the books that she read. but much to her dismayed defeat, time continued on with her being the only one who had yet to meet the feared elias moore.

“what does he look like?” she asked, feigning innocence behind her curiosity that her best friend, naomi easily sees through and narrows a pointed glare at her. “what? i just want to know in case i see him around somewhere!” she murmurs with a halfhearted shrug. it didn’t seem like an actual possibility with how she hadn’t so far, but she didn’t want naomi to know that she was willingly seeking him out.

naomi sighs, pursing her lips as she tapped her manicured fingers against her thigh. after a moment’s contemplation, she reveals: “i’ve only seen him around a few times. he doesn’t look like any of those sick looking vampire that you see on tv. he’s actually…fine.” at this, cleo’s eyebrows raise in amusement at her friend’s description. “he has this look about him that makes you weak in the knees whenever he smiles at you. it’s effortlessly sexy and his eyes — just don’t look in them too long cause you’re gonna find yourself wanting him to turn you into a vampire too just so you can spend the rest of eternity with him. i’m only telling you this because you asked, but don’t go around asking anyone else about him. you don’t want your daddy finding out about it.”

cleo nodded in agreement, but still found her mind wandering about him. she knows that naomi’s right, her overly religious father would have an aneurysm if he’d found out that she was asking questions about the town’s social pariah. but that didn’t stop her from visualizing him through naomi’s description.

she’s only ever heard of naomi speaking negatively about elias so for her to refer to him as fine despite her disliking of him had intrigued cleo. “yeah, you’re right. i was just curious but now i know.”

naomi’s pointed glare deepens, like she doesn’t fully believe cleo. “girl…stay away from him for your own good. trust me. i know another girl who was curious about him just like you are and she got turned.” cleo wonders if she’s just saying that to scare her away, but surprisingly it doesn’t.

“i hear you,” naomi hums in acknowledgment but thankfully doesn’t reprimand her any further about her curiosity.

…

sometimes cleo makes smart decisions.

when it came to school and her grades, everything was always calculated in her mind for her to choose the best possible outcome. she was annoying obsessive like that — always planning ahead, analyzing and assessing even the most mundane things that infiltrated her life. but other times, on seldom occasions, she makes not-so-smart decisions; one’s that has her acting impulsively and deviating from her normally pristine behavior.

she was supposed to be going back to her dorm room to get ready for a party that she was planning on going to with naomi. it was twelve o’clock and she had just finished an exasperating nine hour bartending shift with annoying alcoholics flirting with her and their heady, glossed over eyes staring at her ass in the tight fitted jeans that she was wearing.

her dad was less than pleased about her place of employment, but he knew that she needed extra money to pay for her clothes, shoes, hair and other miscellaneous items so he refrained from making any comments anytime she she complained about a customer or the minimal pay that she was getting.

cleo was closing the bar; wiping down the sticky counters, recounting the money in the register and overturning the chairs when she looks up and sees him. he’s standing across the street but even with the distance set between them she can feel the smolder of his gaze as he looked at her. cleo stands there for a brief moment just staring back at him until she mustered enough courage to make her way to the front door.

the overhead bell rings in a soft bellow as she pushes the door open. the humidity of the mississippi air sticks against her skin as soon as she steps outside. but even with its scorching temperatures, elias’ stare pierces deeper and has her skin burning. when she steps outside, she sees him making his way towards her — his gait was stealth and calculated.

she feels goosebumps prickle along her skin, air catches in her lungs and warmth curls around her neck as he sauntered closer. the first thing that she noticed was that although naomi had been right in her description of him, she had greatly undermined it. he wasn’t just fine; he was handsome and she could already feel her knees buckling weakly beneath her just at the sight of him. the second thing she notices is his eyes and the phosphorescent glow of red in his pupils. when he finally reaches her, he stands athwart from her and slowly drags his eyes over her body. his eyes find hers again and for a moment she wonders if she could hear the hastened beating of her heart.

“it’s kinda late for you to be out here ain’t it?” he posits and the deepened drawl of his southern accent somehow makes him more attractive.

cleo swallows a shaky breath, nodding. “i’m closing up the bar. we just closed about ten minutes ago,”

he raises his brows, trailing his eyes somewhere offside. “and they just left you to do it by yourself? don’t they know it’s dangerous people out here? vampires walkin’ about like they’re humans.” he says with sarcasm lilting in his voice and clicks his tongue against his teeth with a reprimanding tsk that follows.

cleo juts her chin outwardly. “i’m more than capable of handling myself.” she rebuttals, her hand perched on her hip as she looked at him.

his eyes find hers again and he smirks impishly, nodding his head. “i’m sure.” he says; and it’s something hidden in the way that he says it that has her cheeks warming again. a moment passes between them as he stares at her with an intrigued expression worn on his face. “you ain’t scared of me,” it’s more of a statement than a question, though she knows it’s intended to be the latter.

he sounds and looks surprised by this, that he’d finally encountered someone that didn’t run away when they saw him. “am i supposed to be?” she was more attracted to him than anything, unable to stop looking at his lips and his bared fangs that peeked out from his mouth.

he shrugs, “everyone else is.”

“well i’m not everyone else,” at that he doesn’t respond, only smirks at her again making the butterflies she feels in her stomach somersault deeper. cleo bites her lip as she looks over her shoulder towards the bar. ‘don’t ever invite him in anywhere, that’s how he gets you.’ she ignores her father’s words, pushing them to the back of her mind. “you wanna come in?”

he raises another brow, “you want me to come inside?” this time it’s her that shrugs and he only gives her a brief dubious look of contemplation before he’s following her inside of the bar at her open invitation. she could feel his eyes honed in on her ass and unlike with the drunken middle aged men from before, she isn’t repulsed at the realization.

“you know, at first i thought people were lying about who you are. it seemed like everyone knew what you looked like except for me.” she says, folding her arms against her chest and watching his eyes lower to her perked breast. she bites on her lip, intrigued.

“you were lookin’ for me?”

she nods briefly, “i wanted to know what you looked like.”

he walks towards her until he’s standing directly in front of her; way closer than he was when they were standing outside and it catches her slightly off guard. “well now that you have…whatchu think?” the remark is undeniably coquettish — the soft murmur of it accompanied by the lascivious look that he’s giving her has her pinned beneath his gaze.

“i think you’re not as scary as people make you out to be,” she responds; avoiding the answer that she knows he was truly searching for. but he settles for this one too, indulging in her retreat.

“you think you can make that assumption from a five minute conversation? what if i am like everyone says?” the air between them shifts into this palpable tension; hot and undeniable. he takes a few more steps forward until he’s hovering his heightened figure over her. she cranes her neck to look up at him, “i could bite you right now and you wouldn’t be able to do anythin’ about it”

“if you wanted to you would’ve done it outside,” she rebuttals, seeing the twitch of his curled upper lip.

“maybe i like playin’ with my food before i eat it.” and the innuendo behind his words has her breath hitching.

her skin pricks with goosebumps again at his teasing words. elias takes immediate notice of it; his nostrils flare as he inhales sharply with his heightened senses. and it takes a moment for her to realize that he must smell something radiating off of her body — arousal? excitement? — because he’s chuckling and licking his lips as he reached his hand out and brushed it over her hip. she shivers, not out of fear but of arousal. “and you sure as hell look and smell good enough to eat.”

cleo’s mouth gapes the only audible sound that comes out is a soft gasp. it’s the sound of her phone ringing that suddenly clefts through the tension hanging in the air. she jumps, startled, looking at elias whose eyes narrow at her phone like he’s inwardly cursing it for its intrusion. she reluctantly moves out of his grasp and walks over to pick up her phone that was sat at the edge of the counter.

picking up the phone she sees that it’s a text from naomi asking where she’s at. she’d gotten so distracted with elias that she forgot that she was supposed to meet naomi at their dorm room half an hour ago. she types a quick message in response, telling her that closing up took longer than expected and that she should go ahead to the party without her and that she would just meet her there instead.

she looks up from her phone at the same time elias is already walking out of the door, the sound of the bell ringing announces his departure as cleo stands there with her mind replaying their interaction.

…

a week passes before she sees him again. he’s standing outside of the door; staring, watching, waiting. she walks towards the entrance and holds the door open, beckoning him forward. “come in,” he walks inside as she closes the door behind him.

“you weren’t here the other night.” he says, catching her slightly by surprise. had he been looking for her this time instead of the other way around?

“oh, yeah. i was off. i don’t work on tuesdays and thursdays,” she explains watching as he nodded before looking away with a sheepish expression. after their last encounter, she spent the entire week thinking about him — how he looked at her, how his hand felt against her bare skin. cleo didn’t understand how she developed such a quick attraction for him, especially when she didn’t even give human boys any time of the day, but something about him was different.

naomi was right, all it took was one look from him and cleo found herself a fallen victim to his charm. “why aren’t you scared of me?”

she’s taken aback again, even more so than the first time. “why do you want me to be?” she challenges, noticing the pull of his jaw as he clenches it shut.

“your daddy’s a preacher ain’t he?” she furrows her brow, curious to know how he’d figured that out without her telling him. “how you think he’d react if he knew you were stayin’ behind after work to talk to me?”

ah, so that’s what this is about.

“well aside from me being grown and fully capable of making my own decisions, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” and she would definitely keep this secret from him for his sake and hers. “elias—”

“stack.” he interrupts to correct her.

“elias,” she says, unmoored by his correction. he gives her a look but listens as she continued. “i’m not talking to you because i’m trying to prove something to my dad or anyone else here.”

“then why are you?”

“because i want to.” she exasperates, frowning slightly. “why is that so hard for you to believe?”

“because you don’t know what you’re gettin’ yourself into,” elias retorts through a forewarning tone that sounded all too familiar of her family and friends who initially warned her away from him. he was right, aside from the fictionalized information that she got through old cw shows she used to frequently watch, she didn’t understand the depth and complications that came along with being a vampire. but her interest in elias made her want to know more — she wanted the truth and all its ugliness.

“then show me.”

…

elias stack moore had a tarnished reputation way before he got bit and transformed into a vampire. albeit he was the more level headed of the two, the smoke-stack twins were well known for their violent behavior and short fused tempers. their involvement with the notorious al capone and then stack becoming involved in a near ritualistic slaughter hadn’t done anything to ease anyone’s perception of him. his reputation expanded over the near century with people reciting tales of his life; often times dramatizing it completely.

but regardless of the half-truths or stack’s solemn search for penance — he still remained feared to the point where people would refrain from staying outside at night too long just to avoid him. he kept mostly to himself, only indulging in his sexual needs with a few other vampires that lived amongst the town. if he did leave his house, he made sure it was brief just to avoid any inadvertent run in’s.

he knew he was feared and had stories told about him that would give kids nightmares. but she was surprisingly the only one that didn’t tremble in fear when she saw him or tightly clutch her cross necklace and recite scripture from the bible in hopes it would protect them and keep him away like everyone else did. instead of running she gravitated towards him; accepting and intrigued by him in a way he hadn’t felt before.

he was wary at first of getting close to her.

she had a reputation as the preacher’s sweet and innocent daughter. he could only imagine the outcry that would erupt if anyone were to find out that she had been talking to him. but cleo insisted that she didn’t care and expressed interest in wanting to see/know him — all of him. so he invited her to his house.

she came over at work — still dressed in those tight jeans and that cropped shirt that accentuated her lithe physique — all wide eyed and innocent and fucking gorgeous.

as soon as she stepped over the threshold and inside, he felt something shift in the air as he realized that she was the first girl he’d ever invited into his house. he watches her as she looks around spectatingly, crouching over a bit with her hands on her knees to look at the display of photos that he had. “your brother?” she asks rhetorically as she looked at the candid black-and-white photograph that he had of him and smoke taken years back during the time of their youth.

stack nods tersely, pursing his lips in a moue.

and he’s grateful that she notices his reluctance and doesn’t prod any further because even though it’s been over a century since his brother’s death, it was still hurt carrying him around in his memories.

it’s stack who segues the conversation, now turning the spotlight on her. “you said you wanted me to show you, so what do you wanna know?”

cleo bites her lip in thought. stack’s mind is briefly distracted with how sexy she looks that he doesn’t initially hear her question until she asks it again.

“it took me a while to learn how to do it. i taught myself most of what i know, the guy who turned my ex that turned me didn’t teach me much. but it’s the first thing i taught myself.”

she nods, biting on her lip again as she lowered her eyes in a shy chagrin. “so that night at the bar…when you sniffed me what did you smell?”

“you really wanna know?” she looks up, almost contemplative, but nods. “lust. your hormones were all over the place.” her expression’s caught somewhere between mortification and a grimace. “my hearin’ is heightened too…i can hear your heart beatin’ fast as hell. you nervous?”

at her nod, he posits. “cause of me? why do i make you nervous?” he takes a preemptive step towards her, closing the distance between them. he hears her pulse quicken. smells the saltiness of sweat underneath the floral saccharine of her perfume.

she doesn’t respond, only looks at him underneath her lashes. “what else do want me to show you, cleo?” her breath hitches, eyes flit from his lips back up to his eyes in a quick maneuver. her heart beats louder and the smell of her arousal is so thick that he can almost taste it on his tongue. he inhales her scent; feeling his own arousal mix with hers.

he sees her throat stretch as she swallows.

…

it’s almost feral how he bares an arm around her waist and tugged her body closer to his. she gasps a bit at his onslaught — startled by the abruptness of his movements, but she’s immediately relaxing into his embrace the moment he brushes his mouth against hers. he kisses her with a ravenous vigor, sliding his tongue over the cupping of her lower lip as a terse plea for entry. she whimpers before she succumbs to his prowess, slacking her jaw wider as he intertwined their tongues.

his kisses are bruising and greedy to the point where he steals all the air that was in her lungs. it’s a slip of tongues and a crash of teeth messily colliding, through guttural groans and breathy whimpers. stack’s arms tighten their hold around her before lowering to her ass. he squeezes her through her jeans before giving it a firm smack; smirking at the way it ricocheted. he gives it another hard squeeze as his mouth nipped at the exposed flesh of her neck. “tell me what you want,” he rasps; gruff and throaty, his breath hot against her skin.

his lips pucker as he nipped at her skin; sucking deep, purple love-bites all over. (and it feels so good that she doesn’t even care that she’ll have to cover up the evidence of his markings with makeup to hide from her father and naomi.) she grips the back of his head, holding him against her as she fluttered her lashes and indulged in the pleasure.

“this,” she whispered, voice shaky, body trembling with an intense want. he groans against her neck; alternating between nipping and sucking. and he gets too into it because she hears a low sound that mimics a growl and feels the sharpness of his fangs grazing her clavicle. she gasps, taken back and he’s immediately recoiling — looking up at her with his swollen lips and lidded eyes.

“fuck. i-i’m sorry, i didn’t mean—sometimes when i get too excited it happens. but i wasn’t trying to…” he’s panicking, careening apologies to her. but she’s sliding her mouth over his and kissing him deeply with fervor.

“it’s okay,” she whispers, still pecking at his lips.

stack furrows his brow, “yeah?”

“just don’t bite too hard.”

he nods, lightly grazing his teeth into the softness of her flesh. he nibbles at her neck with the tip of his bared fangs biting deliciously into her skin. the pain is sharp but still pleasurable enough to have her eyes rolling to the back of her head. his hands make their way to the front of her body, sliding over her abdomen and hovering at the waistband of her jeans. she breathes softly through her parted lips, emanating a whimper when he bites into her lower lip. “you smell so fuckin’ good,” he murmurs, reaching his hands between the crux of her thighs and sliding his thumb over her slit — passing the pleasure over the seam of her jeans.

her underwear suddenly becomes sticky with her arousal and knowing that he could smell it on her was sending her over the edge. she feels this incessant pleasure building; coiling in her stomach and spreading through the heat of the place where she desired him the most. “can i taste you?” at her consenting nod, he maneuvers them towards the couch and eases her down onto the cushion.

he pries their wet lips apart with a ‘smack’, a string of saliva draws at their disconnection. she holds the smother head of his gaze, watching as he lowers to his knees. “lift your hips up for me,” he murmurs, already working at the buttons and zippers of her pants that loosen around her hips.

she concedes, arching her hips off of the couch just enough so that stack’s hands are able to tug the tight fitted fabric over her hips and down her thighs. “look at you,” he says; marveling at the sight of her arousal. the dark spot is visible against her pink underwear — soddening through the fabric. “already so wet and ready for me.” he kisses the inside of her thighs, nudging the bridge of his nose against her cunt.

she shivers through a moan, it’s just the barest of contact but she’s hypersensitive to his touch. his deft fingers pull at her ruined underwear, sliding them down her legs and absentmindedly throwing them aside so that she’s sat completely bare in front of him.

her cheeks warm at her vulnerability.

stack’s hand brushes against her calf as he gripped her leg and hefted it easily over his left shoulder. his eyes hone in on her cunt as she spreads open; staring in awe at the slick that’s gathered between her folds. he grabs at her other leg, barring it around his right shoulder until he’s got a perfect position of her cunt displayed in front of him.

cleo arches her hips slightly, holding herself upright as she rests the palms of her hand against the cushions. her heartbeat quickens at the desire that grows, palpable and thick in its emerging, sending another jolting throb directly into her cunt. she could feel the wisps of his breath as he leaned in. he brushes a teasing kiss against her thigh, humming softly at the way she shivers in response.

he nudged himself closer towards her cunt; pressing soft kisses against her skin in passing before he finally reaches the place where he could smell the the evidence of her want. he presses a kiss against it and she shudders, feeling the tension roll down her spine and curl into her toes. she doesn’t even have a moment to gather her bearings, because then he’s flattening his tongue and licking her up from the back of her perineum to her clitoris. “oh—fuck. s-stack,” she bellows a soft cry of pleasure, her hands grip into the couch to seek purchase.

and when he reaches the over sensitive bud, he puckers his swollen lips and sucks her into his mouth; skillfully using his tongue to massage her clit. she feels the texture of his tongue stimulating her clit, sending an overwhelming wave of pleasure burning through the crevices of her body. her breath catches in her throat and she’s shivering so hard that stack has to pull his mouth away to remind her to breathe.

she nods numbly, blinking through the fogginess of her vision. she parts her lips and exhaled shakily; attempting to lull her breathing. “grind your hips against my face,” she whimpers, reaching a hand up to hold the back of his neck to anchor herself as she slowly rolled her hips against his face.

“ohmygo—” the added pressure of his nose and tongue assaulting her clit has her dizzy. his hands grip her hips, fingers dig into the meat of her thighs holding her against him.

he makes his way up her vulva; pausing right before he reached her clit and increased the pressure so that the base of his tongue was forced slightly under her clit. he slows his movements, unrelentingly in his ravenous feat as he holds the pressure there. she grinds against him again, shaky, still trembling through her movements as she buried his face deeper into her cunt.

she could hear the lewd stickiness of her slick as he licked up her pussy; could see it glistening over his face — a messy mixture of her arousal and his saliva dripping down his chin. she’s already shaking towards her release but then he grazes his fangs softly against her clit and she’s suddenly bellowing out cries of pleasure as she cums.

she pulsates around his tongue, the tension tugs in her lower belly. he slides his thumb through her slickness, watching as she haphazardly falls backwards against the couch cowering away from the overstimulation. stack pulls away, lapping his tongue around his mouth as he licked up the remnants of her slick. “you okay?” he asked through a rasped breath, watching as she laid there in a dazed stupor.

she nods, just barely, feeling the heaviness of her breathing begin to lull. cleo never thought that someone as smart as her would be drawn into the temptation from a vampire, but here she was — with her cunt still throbbing around nothing, legs and body completely spent, eyes looking at his face that’s covered in her juices, and it entices her.

and it’s then that she realizes that she was totally and completely fucked. he’d warned her that she didn’t know what she would be getting herself into if she became involved with him but with the way he ate her pussy out so good and had her wanting more, cleo realized that she was willing to test the boundaries of her restraint.

…

cleo didn’t like lying, she’s always prided herself about being a truthful person regardless of the repercussions that could follow. she didn’t like people lying to her so in return, she treated everyone with the same decency of respect and remained truthful about everything. it’s not until she starts dating stack that lying easily becomes integrated into her life.

she goes to church with her father every sunday, sits in the front pew and listens as he recites sermons and scriptures about demons and evils that plagued the world. it guilted her knowing that he was wistfully unaware of the fact that she was bedding with someone he referred to as one of the demons that walked amongst them, but the way he made her feel was better than anything she’s ever experienced before.

so she keeps the secret buried deeply, and listens halfheartedly at his preachings as she finds her mind wandering on stack again. it’s easier to hide behind her fib with her father, but naomi’s naturally pestering curiosity always gets the better of her and a simple response of “i already have something planned.” does not offer enough of a rational explanation for her.

“you’ve been acting weird these past few weeks…” she acknowledges with a skeptical brow and pursed lips. she narrows her gaze in on cleo who desperately hopes that she doesn’t look too hard enough to see the hickies stack sucked on her shoulder and breast the other night. “you’re here during the day, but always sneak out to go somewhere at night like you’re meeting someone,” she accents, her perception’s dangerously close to discovering cleo’s secret.

“i’m not.” the lie falls disbelieving to both of their ears. naomi gives her a narrowed look, tilting her head. she bites on her lip in contemplation, sighing softly as she concedes. “okay! but you can’t say anything to anyone especially not my dad.”

naomi gives her a bemused look but nods.

“i might be seeing someone,” cleo murmurs, averting her eyes to naomi to see her eyebrows raise. “i am seeing someone. but don’t ask who! because i’m not going to tell you who it is. i’m only telling you this because i know you wouldn’t stop hounding me if i didn’t.”

naomi stands there quiet, considering her words. “is he married?”

“what!?” cleo beseeches, frowning at her friend’s absurd accusation. “girl, no! i am not a fucking homewrecker!”

“hey, it’s a fair assumption!” naomi rebuttals, raising her hands in the air at her defense. “you’re being sneaky and sleeping over at his place at night… it made me think that you only go over there because that’s the only time that you’re allowed to.”

“no. i’m not fucking a married man.” cleo states. she continued to stuff her clothes in her overnight bag, avid to get to stack’s place. she could feel naomi’s he eyes still piercing through her, curiosity sits on her tongue wanting to inquire further about the guy’s identity. but she thankfully relents, only giving cleo a hum of acknowledgment when she grabs her bag and clamors a parting bye as she walks out.

when she arrives at his house, she’s greeted with a smile and kiss, his arm wraps around her waist as she melts softly into the embrace. he maneuvers her bag from her hands, allowing to to fall absentmindedly to the floor with a loud thud. his hands are groping her everywhere; sliding over her ass, squeezing her titties, palming her cunt through the flimsy pair of leggings that she wore. it’s almost feral how both of their bodies aligned with the same wanton desire.

she loves how the outside world becomes a distant memory for them as they remain secluded in the privacy of his house with no worries of interruption or ridicule waiting. “if you had any common sense you’d stay away from him,” had been a warning, but she found herself gravitating towards him despite their attempts of deterrence. and she had no intentions of letting go of this feeling or him.

[ilikeflowey]

Dudeee 😭I have one too! We had this really nasty English teacher and she was the kind of teacher where her answer had to be the right one or she would mark you wrong. No debate. And it would piss me off so bad Bcus. People see and interpret things differently, Y’know? So. One time she had us listen to this one song (I forget what it’s called) but the emotions and lyrics just… Felt really strong to me. It was about a girl who was being abused and my teacher had said during the song the girl who was being abused decided to take her own life. But that DIDNT quite feel right to me. Something about the lyrics and the way the woman singing the song sounded while singing them told me that the girl had loved life and it was forced from her. So, I wrote my little mini essay and said, “I believe the girl had been killed by her abusers.” My teacher was SO upset with me. She called me stupid and asked me how I could make such an awful and tragic story WORSE. She told me it was unrealistic. And, I don’t know, Maybe it’s because I’ve lived with abusive people before. Or maybe, it was just because I have a very close connection to music and am able to tell time within it; but her version of the story just didn’t feel right. So, I went home and googled it. I searched up the song and the author of the lyrics and found out that the lady who sang the song had also written it because she had felt so strongly about the story and wanted to find a way to keep the girls legacy alive… And, Do you know why?!

Because her abusive parents had killed her. She was just a little girl, she didn’t even know the concept of suicide. She had her life stripped from her and it devastated the singer so much, she made a song about it.

Anyways, the next day I went into class and I read the whole heart wrenching story to my class. I stood up at my desk and my teacher did tell me to sit down, but I didn’t, and a few other students had been interested too. After alllll that, my teacher just looked at me, shrugged, and said, “well everybody interprets text differently. Sure, you’re correct, I guess, but you’re not really correct. It’s up to the reader.” And I swear to god, I was sooooo upset. I asked to drop the class but they didn’t let me. ����

when i was a kid i got a 90% on my kindergarten "what are your favorite things?" test because for the question "what is your favorite animal?" i wrote down "puma" and it got marked wrong because my teacher said a puma isnt even an animal its a kind of shoe

[gtgbabie0]

hi beautiful! could you do pre-crash!lottie head cannons similar to your wildness!lottie one? thank you! :)💐

⋆⁺ ✮⋆⁺ Pre-Crash!Lottie Matthews x Reader

synopsis: {relationship headcannons after getting rescued from the wilderness} warnings: 18+ at the end.

AN// so sorry this took months, I hit a bit of a mental block. hope you enjoy <3 we will all ignore that I mixed up post and pre here— I can’t anymore.

♡︎ The pair of you were inseparable out in the wilderness, attached to the hip, then you got rescued, and things took a complete one-eighty for both the better and the worse.

♡︎ You had tired to desperately to stay with her, to stop them from taking her away but you were only met with a bunch of legal jargon that made little to no sense to your already fragile mind— instead you made a promise for both your sakes to get better so hopefully you’ll see her once again.

“It’ll be okay Lot— we’ll be okay.” You murmur the same words as she did to you, hands clasped tightly around her own as if to tether yourself to her. Lottie wouldn’t blink so much, let alone talk, not even a peep. “I’ll write to you every day,” and before she was whisked away, her fingers tightened the tiniest bit around your palm— a feeling that lingered for months.

♡︎ Lottie would read and reread those letters almost every single day and in return you’d get a few replies throughout the months telling you all about her week and such— a back and forth of longing, all those scribbled, “I miss yous” “I love yous” the paragraphs where she’d describe how desperately she wanted to see you, hug you and all the things she wanted to do when she was released. It gave you the strength to keep up with your own therapy and umpteen doctor appointments.

♡︎ Seeing you for the first time in months nearly took the poor girl out— hell, it almost brought you to your knees. Watching her rush over to you, dropping her bag and throwing her arms around your shoulder as if she was finally coming home after a long trip.

“You’re here, you really came,” and despite everything, it was still her. The same girl who’d paint your nails and do your makeup, who’d hold your pinky beneath tables and admire you from across the classroom. “Course I am, I promised.” You only dare to pull back an inch, hands cupping her face as she stares up at you with deep, brown, glossy eyes.

♡︎ Lottie found it really hard to settle in at first, she would have bad days like anyone— but sometimes these days would be really bad, often turning to weeks depending on the circumstances.

♡︎ There were times when she wouldn’t talk, words wedged in the back of her throat, her face just a blank expression, like she was light years away— swept up in her own mind. You always kept close to her, gently brushing your fingertips along the back of her hand to let her know you were still there, softly whispering reassuring words to her. Then, eventually, you’d get a small smile or she’d wordlessly reach out for you, slowly coming back to reality.

“Oh, there she is.” you tease her at the sight of her smile widening at your tender touch, although there was relief in your eyes that was unmissable, and she’d respond with a soft, “I never left.”

♡︎ You would learn her triggers quickly— straying away from loud noises and any sudden movements or anything else that might cause her to retreat back into herself.

♡︎ Lottie’s medication kept her afloat for the most part, although it didn’t prevent nightmares that felt a little too familiar. Warped memories that have been engraved into her mind, coming back to haunt her until she’s jostling from her sleep with a ragged, almost pained gasp— a noise just shy of a scream that would wake you immediately.

“Hey, Lottie— hey, hey.” your tone slightly rough from sleep as you slowly push yourself up, hands gently reaching out to cup her teary face, grounding her. “You’re okay, you’re safe, Lot.” you would try to soothe her, wiping away her tears and guiding her breaths as she clings to you with a sob. “You’re home, baby, you’re home.”

♡︎ Those nights were spent watching late-night television, holding her close to you and playing with her hair until she either fell back asleep or the sun rose.

♡︎ She would feel awful about keeping you up at ungodly hours of the night because her mind decided to take an unwanted trip down memory lane.

“You can go back to sleep, I’ll be fine,” she murmurs, face tucked beneath your chin, words muffled against your collarbones as her arms tighten around you. “Not until you’re okay,” and Lottie knew it was a losing argument; you were stubborn when it came to her.

♡︎ Pampering was a must— whether it be morning or night or the whole day. Sometimes the pair of you just needed the rejuvenating and what better way to do so then to spend hours looking after each other.

“You’re so pretty,” Lottie's voice was just shy of a whisper as her fingertips ever so gently caressing the apple of your cheeks. “Yeah, even with this ridiculous face mask on?” You smirk, and she replies with an eager nod, leaning forwards to steal a kiss from your lips. “Mhm, especially with the face mask on, honey.”

♡︎ Lottie loves to keep busy with you in any and all ways possible— all that time out in the wilderness made you forget the fun parts of life like baking together, arts and craft nights, fruit picking during the summer and going to the local pumpkin patch during the autumn. She had a list of all the things she wanted to do written in her journal.

“I’m never taking it off.” Lottie beams, her deep brown eyes watching you gently clasp the bracelet you had made around her wrist— a perfect fit. “Thank you, baby.” She’s all giddy, and it makes you giddy as she leans over to press a kiss to your cheek.

♡18+ from this point♡

♡︎ It would take a while for Lottie to be comfortable getting intimate again after everything she had been through— not to mention her medication affects her sex drive.

♡ ︎Lottie enjoys it slow and loving— open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and neck and tender hands tracing over her curves, really gets her going— after all she loves to be adored.

“I’ve got you, just relax f’me.” your words muffled into the crook of her neck as you brush a lingering kiss against the underside of her jaw— her hands grasping at your shirt, unable to stop herself from moaning. “Mm, please— I want you closer.” her back arches up into your touch as your mouth descends her body.

♡ You often took the lead to begin with, but it was she who was in full control— you were at her every command and she trusted you completely, trust was a really big thing for Lottie.

♡ On those nights where one of you would wake up from a terrible nightmare and needed to be close— to feel the thrum of the others' steady heartbeat and the heat of skin against skin, you would bathe together— that’s how you’d both come to find a deep appreciation for it. You would buy bath soaks and oils, all that jazz, just for those special occasions.

“Pretty girl.” Lottie's voice was as soft as silk, her arms wrapped around your waist as she sits behind you in the bathtub— her face pressed into the crook of your neck, kissing along the dewy skin of your shoulder. “How’re you feeling now?” her question is met with a small whimpering noise from the back of your throat as you lie back against her chest, her hand slipping between your thighs. “I’m here, baby, just relax.”

♡ Once she was more comfortable, she wouldn’t mind initiating things, wanting to make you feel just as good as you made her feel— it wasn’t a hard job considering she remembered your body like the back of her hand, where to kiss and push and bite.

♡ Experimenting with Lottie was fun— a shock at first when she suddenly came to you one night all shy and red in the cheeks, stuttering, but once she explained, you were all in, and eventually this left you with quite a nice collection of vibrators and strap-ons.

♡ Lottie's strap game is crazy— like in the mind-numbing type of way that leaves you feeling her inside you for days after. And she’s so vocal too, whether she’s giving or receiving. It always leaves you aching for more of her.

“There you go pretty girl, take it all f’me.” or "Such a greedy girl, taking me so deep, huh?" as she’s fucking you into the mattress, hands grasping your hips, moaning like she can feel you cum around her strap. I need her.

[theeeveetamer]

So in case you didn’t know, about two months ago I started playing Punishing: Grey Raven for the sole reason that they teased a DMC5 collab

So they just dropped an official announcement and gameplay footage for it (it’s coming in May for the Chinese server, probably not until September for global), and there’s a few interesting bits they showed off that I wanted to talk about. At one point they show off some dialogue for each of them

Interestingly, they pull the idea from the DMC4 novel that the two of them can sort of sense each other’s presence

(Alright it might have been mentioned elsewhere, but it’s a big point in the DMC4 novel and part of how Dante puts together that Nero is Vergil’s son)

Anyway they have matching lines about this which is kinda cute, they really are just like each other:

“Wait… feels like Vergil… huh, I guess he’s also here. Well, talk to you later. I have something I need to do… VERGIL!” (As he grabs his sword and runs off screen, presumably to go kick Vergil’s ass)

“Hmm… I can feel his presence. [laughs] DANTE!”

But the thing that REALLY piqued my interest was this line from Vergil:

“In the pursuit of power I once forsook my humanity, yet still found myself unable to defeat him… Here’s some counsel for you. Remember the inner fire that propels you toward strength, and always keep in mind the purpose for which you fight.”

I’ve been trying to get into Vergil’s head now for a while, and I think this matches my sentiments regarding Vergil’s character and motivations. He’s someone who initially wanted power to protect himself and the people he cares about, but in the quest for it he lost sight of why he set out on the journey to begin with. His single-minded obsession with power is what led him to throw away everyone he would have wanted to protect (including himself). So kind of a fascinating exploration of his mentality post-DMC5

Also he reads out a William Blake poem like a total theater kid and then gets all embarrassed about it, the fucking NERD

[lscpu]

I wish I didn’t read that bc now I really, really need to see or read a fic like that.

Ok but John doted on Sam to the point that he didn’t want to involve him into the hunt or scare him to death by revealing that the nightmares are actually real. End result is Dean was not only parentified, but alsoseparated from Sammy by the knowledge of the hunt.

Sam got to watch his father and older brother disappear for days on end, Dean dropping out of school, turning to alcohol as a coping mechanism for something while the chasm between Sam and John&Dean grew due to the Secret.

Sam is done watching this secrecy. He’s always been a smart kid, so he knew all those excuses he was given are bs, but as he grows and gets more life experience he enters the denial stage.

The obvious answer is on the nose, but it’s so horrible he doesn’t dare acknowledge it.

He fights with Dad and starts fighting with Dean and he kinda loves him but also can’t help being afraid of them both, especially once he inevitably catches a glimpse of the arsenal that Dean LEAVES WITH IN HIS BAG in the middle of a night.

What other explanation could there be? They never actually hurt Sam but what will they do when they know he knows?

Sam ends up saying fuck it, can’t possibly live like this, and leaves even earlier than in canon — as soon as he’s 18. He finishes high school on his lonesome and goes to Stanford on a full ride still, but doesn’t tell Dad and Dean about it. (Might or might not realize he’s being stalked.)

Doesn’t tell Jess shit as long as he can help it. Maybe lets it slip out when he’s in a doomed-drunk state at some party.

When Dean shows up on his doorstep in the middle of the night, eyes glinting, borderline manic, way too excited, Sam puts himself between him and Jess, guards her even as he explains that this thief-in-the-night is his brother.

(Meanwhile Dean just looks like that because he’s worried about Dad and happy he managed to track his baby brother whom he hadn’t seen or heard from for 4 years. Eyes glinting not bc he’s crying no who’s crying you’re crying, Dean’s just G L A D to see his baby, okay? And also Giddy because he gets to actually tell Sammy what’s going on. MEND THEIR RELATIONSHIP by finally letting Sammy in on the big secret.)

Dean says Dad’s gone ‘hunting’ and ‘hasn’t been home in a few days’, and to Sammy, with all the little clues he has, this is straight up Dean admitting that he snapped and took their Dad out and is using the disappearance as a way to connect with Sam. For the past 4 years Sam’s been reading on true crime & serial killers as a hobby, because of course his family isn’t like that (still denial), and this is when the knowledge of an old classic trope ‘chick got groomed by her scandalously older boyfriend into helping him hunt and kill other girls’ kicks in and makes the dots connect.

Sam thinks, oh shit, my brother got groomed by Dad to be bait and his serial killer partner, a twisted modern take on Bonnie and Clyde, and now he broke free… only to what? Drag Sammy into it?

So yeah I just think that’s neat. Dean ends up manhandling Sam into the car, ignoring Jess calling 911, and driving off with him to follow Dad’s steps only to run into that ghost from the Pilot episode. They fight it, Dean explains that ‘yep, that’s what Dad and I have been up to all these years, monsters are real and we hunt them. Sorry kiddo, tried to give you a real childhood (ruffles Sam’s hair) but clearly Dad and I messed up. ‘

Bonus points Jess reported this, all of Sammy’s college friends are worried SICK about him, what do you fuckin MEAN his brother broke into your place in the middle of the night and kidnapped Sam, what kind of cult shit is that? Where’d they grow up? No legit is it a cult thing? Makes sense Sam never mentioned family! He probably ran away but now they found him!

Meanwhile Dean just drives Sammy back home once the job is done, like he insisted he would do when he ‘kidnapped’ him, fully aware that Sam’s a smart kiddo who wants to learn everything about everything and now that he knows what the fuck was happening with his family and that Dad’s gone, he’d wanna come with Dean to help search for him.

But Jess reported this, right. So Dean gets arrested the moment he parks by her and Sam’s place (while being extremely smug about it, freaking Sam’s friend out even more), and Sam just tells the cops his brother didn’t kidnap him, Sam went with him willingly, his girlfriend just misinterpreted the situation.

Cops do the whole ‘victim of abuse’ routine. Did your brother threaten you? Is he threatening you right now? Is there any reason you’d lie to protect him? But since Sam is insistent nothing’s happening, they have no reason to take Dean into custody and have to let him go on the spot.

Cue all Sam’s friend thinking this is some Stockholm Syndrome shit. Jess is upset & afraid, friends are wondering if they should stage an intervention, and Dean just up and leaves, still suspiciously smug about the whole interaction, not in the least freaked out by the cops (very much unlike ANY normal person).

Jess texts their friend group she’s legit concerned about Sam’s brother and can’t even go to sleep since he knows where they live and has already broken in once, and that cops won’t even do anything because Sam refused to report it. From what little she knows and got out of Sam throughout the years, it’s not as much abuse as the weirdness — and Jess suddenly remembers the ‘murder kit’ Sam accidentally mentioned Dean having in a bag with him (while they were both drunk. Obviously. So she dismissed it till now).

That same night Sam&Jess’s place goes up in flames. A bunch of eye witnesses confirm the weirdo brother’s car was in the vicinity. Sam talks to the firefighters, the police, makes a statement on the spot — and up and leaves with his brother without even talking to his friends.

(Dean told him this is exactly what happened to Sam’s mom — it was no ordinary fire — and Sam did have visions of Jess like this, too.)

(Sam can’t shake the suspicion that Dean could be involved, despite everything he learned about the ghosts and the demons.) There is still the air of broken trust between them.

Sam can’t help the fear that his brother really is a serial killer. (For a moment there, everything started making sense, Sam was able to admit that’s what he feared Dad and Dean were. Unfortunately, he put a name to it, ‘I thought my Dad and brother were serial killers’ — but the fear didn’t fully go away, because it took time and a lot of processing to actually accept that the paranormal is so common that hunters are constantly working to fight it.)

Anyway, remember that scene in Bugs where Sam says ‘no no [we aren’t serial killers]’ and Dean gets all sappy n grinning like ‘could be fun tho :)’? Yeah, Sam would pause and think, what if they are, though. What if DEAN is.

MORE BONUS POINTS/au to an au: during his years in stanford sam actually sat down to anonymously write his experience of growing up with a father&son serial killer duo, and his and jess’s friends find this blog/site/forum/journal/whatever and put two and two together. Dean ends up on an FBI MOST WANTED list so damn fast. Turns the TV on one day to see his face plastered on the news and Sammy’s face there with him on suspicion of kidnapping his baby brother, straight-A 4.0 GPA student, full ride scholarship at Stanford, and torching brother’s place and killing his girlfriend as some elaborate revenge/psychological warfare scheme. Sam’s friends give these short teary-eyed snotty interviews and one of them mentions ‘and then we found Sam’s BLOG…’ and Dean just turns to Sam, frozen in the other bed, deer in the headlights face, and goes: ‘what blog are they talking about, sammy.’

‘Uh, so, I thought you and Dad, uh, that you were… serial killers?’

‘…’

‘And so I kinda… was on this forum, ANONYMOUSLY…’

‘…’

(Meekly) ‘To process that.’

Dean would roll his eyes up in his skull so hard they’d actually hurt.

“In one of the many versions of the pilot script, Sam suspects Dean of not only being a serial killer but also murdering their father”

[wcnderlnds]

to the moon [2] | choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

・❥・ summary: bumping into seunghyun unexpectedly yet again leads to a night under the stars. ・❥・word count: 1.5k ・❥・warnings: none ・❥・ authors note: this kinda sucks and i didn’t proofread bc im tired but hopefully you enjoy 😭 im sorry part two took so long.

PART ONE

Why aren’t astronauts hungry when they get to space? They had a big launch.

The flash of your screen lighting up caught your attention, making you pause the words you were typing up on your computer. An almost giddy feeling filled you, knowing immediately who the text was from. Work could wait; this was more important. You slid your finger across the screen to unlock your phone, grinning like a cheshire cat when you read the text. The giggle that burst from your lips should’ve been embarrassing but you didn’t care. You loved corny jokes – you’d especially come to love corny space jokes from Seunghyun.

It had only been a week since you had met him in the bar but he had made sure to text you every single day. It had first started out with just one or two texts but it got to the middle of the week and you found yourselves texting each other almost all day long. He’d tell you some space facts, some corny jokes and tell you what was going on with his space mission. He always seemed so passionate about it. The way he talked about stars and space was so endearing.

Quickly, your fingers tapped along the screen typing up a reply. Knowing Seunghyun, if he wasn’t busy, he’d reply straight away. You’d done enough work for the day – it was mostly catching up with assignments you’d set yourself. Being an author meant that you could at least pick and choose when you worked. As long as you met your publisher’s deadline then you were fine.

Shutting your laptop, you leaned back on the couch, stretching your arms above your head. You could really go for some chocolate ice cream right now. But, you remembered that you’d ran out last week when you had a breakdown over your latest novel, deciding to stuff your face with ice cream to eat away your feelings.

It seemed like a visit to the grocery store was in order.

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Being at the grocery store at 9pm on an evening felt weird. The aisles were mostly empty, only a few cashiers on the registers eagerly waiting for their shifts to end. The buzz of the refrigerators filled your ears as you walked down the frozen food aisle. There were only a couple of other people in the store. Most of them probably needing some last minute items like you or on their way to get their drinks for the weekend. It was a Friday night after all.

Reaching the freezer where your favourite ice cream was, you pulled it up but just as you were about to grab a tub – the last one, actually – another hot shot out too, brushing against yours to grab it.

“Hey,” you huffed. With blazing eyes you turned to give the person a telling off before you saw who it was. “Seunghyun?”

“Y/N?” His face lit up instantly. “Fan of the chocolate ice cream, too, huh?”

“Yep and I’m sorry but this is mine.”

“Says who? We both grabbed it at the same time.”

“Yeah, but I opened the freezer door so by default, I was first.”

“That's how it works?” His lips turned up in a smirk, both your hands still holding the tub.

“Yeah, so, let go of it,” you tried to sound stern but it wasn’t hard to notice the small giggle you were holding back.

“Alright, you little ice cream goblin, how about we share?” Seunghyun suggested. “We can go outside right now and dig in. Only catch is you have to hang out with me to do it.”

“Oh no, how will I ever survive?” You sarcastically rolled your eyes. Truth was, you were elated to spend time with him. Through all the days you’d been texting, you’d wanted to ask him if he wanted to hang out but could never get the guts to do it. He was busy, you hadn’t wanted to interrupt that but by the way he was smiling, fingers twitching against yours, he seemed just as eager.

“You’re a brat,” he laughed. Before you could even react, he snatched the ice cream from you, running to the cashier with you chasing after him.

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Before you had met Seunghyun, you hadn’t appreciated just how beautiful the stars were but now as you sat here on the hood of your car with him beside you sharing the chocolate ice cream he’d bought, you couldn’t help but marvel at their beauty. They way they dazzled in the night sky, how some seemed to shine brighter than others. You’d have to ask the space nerd why that happened. Space had never interested you before but now you found your thoughts constantly drifting to wonder what actually went on in the universe. What other secrets did the stars hold?

You dug the plastic spoon into the half eaten tub of ice cream, savouring the flavour as you put it into your mouth. Seunghyun beside you had momentarily gone quiet after a rant about Star Trek. The second you had told him you’d never watched it, he launched into telling you all the lore. You had just sat there, listening, nodding when needed. Seeing his little face light up as he spoke about these characters made your heart beat a little faster. That all too familiar feeling of butterflies threatening to come to life in the pit of your stomach.

“So, I have to admit something,” you said once you’d swallowed down the ice cream. “I googled you.”

Seunghyun stiffened. “What? Why?”

“I saw an article about the DearMoon project and it said you were a Korean celebrity which you never told me by the way so… I got curious,” you glanced sideways at him, noticing how he had visibly tensed, his hand clutching at the spoon in his hand.

“Oh.” That was all he said. The way he refused to look at you made your heart ache. In Seunghyun’s mind, he thought now that you knew who he was and his past, you wouldn’t want anything to do with him. His mind was his biggest enemy, always telling him he wasn’t good enough. He couldn’t be further from the truth.

Carefully, as if you were approaching a scared animal, you placed your hand on top of his that was resting on the hood. Your voice was soft as you spoke. “It doesn’t matter to me. It doesn’t change anything. Your past is your past and, from what I saw, you were treated incredibly unfairly anyway. I don’t care about any of it. To me, you’re that nerd from the bar who texts me awful space jokes everyday.”

Seunghyun let out a breath he didn’t even realise he’d been holding. His body relaxing at your soothing words. Well, almost. Maybe he was panicking inside a little bit at the fact your were basically holding his hand but that was a problem for future Seunghyun to deal with. “Thank you.”

“Now, show me another one of those constellations,” you smiled at him, giving his hand a soft squeeze but not letting go. Not just yet. The contact was nice. You leaned back against the window of your car, Seunghyun following suit. He raised his free hand, finger pointing out one of the constellations.

“See those three star in a row? That’s Orion’s belt,” his eyes gazed up at the night sky to admire the beauty of the stars. It was calming. Especially being here with you.

“Oh yeah, I see it,” you said, raising your own hand to trace the stars with your own finger. “That’s pretty cool.”

The ice cream had been forgotten about as Seunghyun pointed out another constellation, telling you all about it. You listened intently, hands still joined. It wasn’t until his phone started buzzing that both of you were brought out of your stargazing haze. He frowned as he looked at the text telling him they needed him at the training complex. With a heavy sigh, he jumped off the hood, holding his hand out to help you down.

“I gotta go.”

“I know.”

The silence settled between you. It was evident to anyone that neither of you wanted to leave each other. Seunghyun was stalling, trying to soak up as much time with you as he could. You were about to open your mouth to speak when he beat you to it. “Hey, a couple of us are going to check out that fair in town so… if you want to come… with me, that’d be cool.”

“Yeah, I’d love to.” You rushed the words out. It should’ve been embarrassing how eager you sounded but the radiant smile on Seunghyun’s made it impossible to.

“Cool, cool. Meet you there at 7 tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you then.”

Seunghyun said his goodbye and left you alone with your thoughts. At first his had just been a friendship but now, you could see the small fragments of something else seeping through the cracks. It was just a matter if you wanted to lose yourself in those feelings or keep it strictly friendly.

Regardless, you couldn’t help but be excited to see Seunghyun again tomorrow. Maybe you’d have to come prepared with some corny space jokes of your own just for him.

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i just took a little break from studying to breathe a bit and decided to open tumblr for a second, and honestly, I'm a little overwhelmed seeing everything that's going on. i saw everything about what happened with the gc and the use of the r slur, and i just wanted to come on here and say a few things

I'm not going to dive too deep into it because, truthfully, a lot of people have already spoken up, bringing real facts, real experiences, and real education. I've reblogged some posts if you need resources or if you want to hear from voices that really explain why this word is so hurtful and harmful. and i encourage everyone to take the time to read and reflect. it matters!!

what i do want to say very clearly is that my blog has always been and will always be a safe place for everyone. every single feeling everyone is feeling rn is valid, anger, hurt, disappointment, confusion, sadness, all of it. you're allowed to feel however you feel, and you're allowed to take up space with your emotions. i am here for you. my blog is open arms, open ears, and an open heart. always

no form of hate will ever be tolerated here. not in the posts, not in the comments, not in the asks, nowhere. my blog stands for kindness, empathy, understanding, and growth.

i also just feel like it's important to remind everyone that matt, nick, and chris are kind souls. they're genuinely good people with big hearts who have tried to spread positivity, humor, and love to all of us (literally LOOK at all the effort on tour). they don't deserve to be disrespected like that

we're all fans. we made our blogs because we care about them. because they make us laugh, because they bring us comfort, because we connect through them. we built little communities here, made friends, found safe spaces, all because of the love we have for them. this space was never meant to turn into a place where they are degraded and disrespected like haters would do. that’s not who we are. that's not what this fandom should be about

finally, if you're hurting rn, please know you're not alone. if you're confused, if you're angry, you're seen, you're heard, and you're supported here. I'm sending love to everyone who needs it. take care of yourselves, log off if you need to, breathe. your feelings are important. you are important

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[bingbongsupremacy]

The Protector

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

Warning: Implications of Human Trafficing, Talks of Murders, Creepy Man, Cursing, Violence

Summary: You're walking home late at night when a drunk stranger approaches, clearly with bad intentions. Thankfully, a stranger steps in to help you.

This doesn't really follow the movies or shows.

*Not Proof Read*

My mom always told me to be careful at night. The darkness emboldens people in a way they wouldn't dare to normally behave. It unleashes the darker parts of their personality, giving them a sense of confidence that they won't be caught.

It's happened before. It'll happen again. I've heard stories of girls in my neighborhood getting snatched in the middle of the night. Some return home -although never the same as they were before. Some are never found or are found dead. I've heard the gunshots that ring through the deathly silent streets. Later on the news, my suspicions are confirmed. Someone was murdered once again.

My neighborhood is rough. But I have no choice but to stay here until I can save up enough to leave.

I was supposed to be home hours ago. I try to leave work before the sun goes down. That wasn't possible today, and unfortunately for me, the buses stop shortly after sundown.

My boss kept me late filing paperwork and filling out forms. Something that should've taken me a few hours ended up taking me the entire day due to his negligence and irresponsibility. He figured that I wouldn't mind receiving months' worth of work a day before it's all due to be checked. I did.

Maybe he just didn't care.

Either way, because of him, I've been forced to spend that last half hour walking through the dark streets of the city towards my home.

If I could, I'd call a cab. I barely have enough money to cover rent this month. I have to tough it out.

The street lights send a faded glow onto the dark streets. My steps clack softly against the cracked cement, echoing slightly through the rows of apartments and worn down homes. Most of the buildings are completely dark. No one is out. No one is awake.

I tighten my grip on my bag as I continue down the street. Cold, bitter air nips at my face and the exposed skin on my hands. My coat only holds in so much heat. My body is cold and tense.

Trees and large bushes cast ominous shadows across the sidewalks up ahead. Worries flood my mind about possible things hiding in the shadows, waiting to attack me.

I push through my fears and force myself to continue forward.

It's eerily quiet outside, save for the occasional dog that will bark as I pass their house.

I finally make it onto my street. Like all of the other streets, everyone's inside and asleep. I

I let a small sigh of relief and I feel my shoulders relax slightly. My peace is short lived.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot movement on one of the porches. The home belongs to one of the many local drug dealers. All sorts of different people crash at his house at all hours of the night. It's not unusual to see someone on his porch.

I just wish there hadn't been anyone over tonight.

I pick up my speed, hoping the person will stay on the porch.

Unfortunately, they don't. A rough hand grips my wrist, spinning me back in the direction of the person.

A tall man stares at me, his eyes glassy and filled with a wicked glint. His smile is wide and unnerving. He's dressed in messy, torn-up clothes. Stains, I think may be blood, are splattered around his collar and under his nose like he's recently been in a fight. The smell of booze spills out of his pores, flooding my nostrils. His grip is firm and slightly painful.

"Hey baby, whatcha doin' out here?" He asks, his voice slurred. His eyes scan over my body, staying a few seconds longer on my chest than anything else.

My spine shivers at the leering man. My stomach twists and turns in fear. I'm frozen in fear, unsure what to do. He's stronger than me. He'll overpower me. If I scream, I doubt anyone would come. They know this neighborhood. They know what happens after dark.

I'm on my own.

"Please let me go." I try to say it confidently. My voice slightly waivers.

The man clicks his tongue disapprovingly. "Baby, you don't need to be scared."

I want to vomit at the nickname.

"You and I can have a lot of fun, you know that? Go back to my place...see where the night takes us." Once again, his eyes settle on my chest as he finishes his words.

"I said, please let me go." I say in a more stern tone. "I don't want to go anywhere with you."

The man's eyes narrow and snap up to me. Anger fills his gaze. His grip on my wrist tightens, and he twists it tightly, sending pain flooding through my hand.

I let out a yelp and try to pull back.

The man doesn't let go. "Listen, Bitch. It wasn't a real question. You're coming with me whether you'd like to or not." He spits.

"Please stop! You're hurting me!" My chest pounds louder. I feel like I'm going to throw up.

The man lets out a sinister chuckle. "Good." He's about to say something else when, all of a sudden, a large hand roughly grabs his hand and pries his fingers off my wrist.

Loud pops echo through the air as the man's fingers are pulled into an unnatural position. The man lets out a scream in agony at the sight and feeling of his fingers being broken.

My eyes widen, and I gasp, stumbling backwards. I take in the sight in front of me. The man who helped me is dressed in all black clothing, the only thing showing being some skin above his face mask and his muscular metal arm. His hair is dark brown and long, blowing slightly in the cold breeze. His angry eyes are pointed at the man in front of him. He grabs the other man by the collar, punching him in the face. Then he drops my offender on the ground, puffing his chest out to intimidate him.

The other man cowers, holding his damaged hand to his chest. He spits out a string of curses, begging my protector to stop. He scoots back as fast as he can, almost falling over from not being able to use one of his hands.

My protector takes a slow and intimidating step towards the cowering man, daring him to speak again. He follows the cowering man, pushing him backwards until his back is pressed against a spikey bush.

The cowering man is whimpering, begging for mercy. My protector leans down until he's at eye level with the cowering man.

The cowering man refuses to meet his gaze, his sobs loud and fearful.

"Touch her again, and I will find you. I will kill you." His words are stronger than a threat. They're a promise. This man is not fucking around.

Something about this man tells me he'll have no problem following through with his word. He won't struggle to find where this man lives.

My attacker nods furiously, his face red from his crying. "I won't! I promise."

My protector grabs the man by his collar once again, eliciting a yelp from the other man. "Leave." He tosses the man towards the sidewalk leading away from us.

The other man stumbles forward, quickly catching his balance and running off away from us. He clutches his hand against his chest, his cries dying down the further he gets.

My protector watches as the other man runs away, making sure he's fully gone before finally turning to me.

I stare at the man, shocked and horrified at what I just witnessed. My heart pounds, fear climbing up my throat once again. I tightly grip my bag once again like it's somehow going to protect me. "I-I...Thank you." I finally say, trying to shake off my nerves.

The man gives me a curt nod, glancing down at my bruising wrist that's covered by my jacket.

For a moment, all the chaos distracted me from my injury. His gaze brought the sore feeling back.

I lift up the sleeve of my jacket slightly to reveal a forming blackish blue bruise.

"Go home. Take care of it." The man's voice is monotone, exactly the way it had been when he was talking to my attacker. His gaze shifts from my wrist to my face. He's watching me.

"O-Okay." I nod in agreement, pulling my sleeve down. "What..." Should I ask him? I decide to do it. "What's your name?"

The man doesn't respond. He just continues to watch me.

Feeling nervous and not wanting to push the dangerous individual, I decide to thank him one last time. "Thanks again. I...I don't know what I would've done without you." I say sincerely. "Is there anyway I can repay you?" I offer.

"I don't need repayment. Just get home. It's not safe out here." The man states.

"I'll go then," I say, not wanting to argue. I turn around and begin walking down the street towards my apartment. When I get to my building, I turn to look back in the direction of the man who saved me.

He's unmoved. His eyes connect with mine. He was watching to make sure I got here okay.

I give him a small, nervous wave and smile before stepping into my building and closing the door. I peek out of the window in the door, trying to catch a glimpse of the man again.

But he's gone. Within seconds, he vanished into the night.

Who is he?

------ Years Later -------

After that night, I began training so I could protect myself in case something like that ever happened again. I never saw the man again. But I'll never forget how he saved me.

My training paid off. It unlocked a harshness in me I didn't know I had. I began to box. It started out legal, but eventually turned into underground paid events. I took my opponents out quickly and painfully. It paid well. It made me strong.

Eventually, my interests took a turn. My neighborhood was getting worse. I needed to protect myself.

I started to learn how to use weapons-it started out for protection. It evolved into me becoming a hitman. It all happened so quickly. It was a blur of my normal life turning into violence. Eventually, my skills were sought after by SHIELD, something I never thought would happen.

I was recruited to become an Avenger. Everything was fine until Tony and Steve started fighting, and we were forced to pick sides.

The day Steve found Bucky and brought him back was the day I realized he was the man who saved me. It brought so many unanswered questions back into my mind.

Why did he save me? Why was he in the neighborhood? Had he been stalking me?

As soon as Bucky came too and Steve asked which Bucky he was, I got my answers.

Bucky's eyes land on me. A glimmer of recognition flashes through his eyes. "You're the girl."

I don't need further explanation to know he's talking about me. "I am," I cross my arms and walk closer to him. "You're The Winter Soldier."

He doesn't say anything.

"Why did you save me? That night with the man. You didn't need to. Why?" I ask, my eyes steadily holding his gaze.

Bucky's brows draw together like he's trying to remember.

"Why were you there?" I try not to make my questions sound like an interrogation.

"I was there on a mission," Bucky responds, his gaze torn away from mine. He looks at the ground, still trying to remember. "I was sent to kill a dealer in the neighborhood. Someone who knew too much. I saw you walking through the dark. The man grabbed you, and I saw your face. Your fear. I remembered...I remembered a woman I'd helped protect in the past...In the 40s before I went to war. I felt pulled to help. So I did."

His instincts overpowered his training.

"Thank you." I let out a slightly shaky breath. "I don't know what would've happened to me without you. You helped me get here today."

His eyes turn to look up at me.

"I owe you. And I will pay it back." I promise.

"You don't have to." He says quietly.

"I do and I will. I'll help you the way you helped me." I insist.

It's my turn to stand up for him. I won't let Tony get his hands on him.

That's a promise I'll fulfill.

[justmeinadaze]

Calling All Cars (Steddie X Plus Size Y/N)

A/N: Have I not slept yet, no. Did my managers change my schedule AGAIN from 2 -11 to 8-5, they did indeed. So Ive been living in this angsty universe. Please enjoy and please ignore any typos.

Warnings: Toxic Vampire Steddie & Human Fem Plus Size Y/N, SMUT, edging, dirty talk, spanking (light), humiliation (they refer to her as a toy and a whore), aftercare

ANGST (because obviously), more details of the boys time in the lab is mentioned (them being forced to be in sunlight, gaslit, and them rebelling by killing some guards), they do gaslit Y/N, she does smack Stevie a few times, they constantly refer to her as something they use, she does have an interaction with her parents, cliffhanger ending.

Yeah, they are bad toxic boys but they do have feelings.

Word Count: 5209

Series Here/ Donate to Me

"Calling all cars, we've got another victim 'Cause my love has become an affliction What did you expect from me? What did you expect from me?

I am not the one that you should blame Take what I left you for the pain And do your best to forget my name."

Eddie lit the end of his cigarette as he leaned back against Steve’s headboard, glancing down at your naked frame that was being obscured by the other boy’s sheets before offering you a puff that you eagerly take. 

It had been three months since you found out what happened to the guys and how your parents were involved. You purposely avoided your house as much as you could spending most of your time with either one of them. 

Your friends were very concerned as everything about you had gradually changed; your clothes, your hair, your kind demeanor. 

“Y/N, stop!”, your best friend screamed at you as you walked down the empty hallway after school. 

“What?! What do you want, Mandy!?”

“I want my best friend back! What happened after you left that party, Y/N? Garrett drove you home—”

“No, he didn’t! I don’t know how many times I can say it till you fucking understand. The police believe me.”

“No, they didn’t find any evidence! Just a car and a body of the boy I know I saw you leave with. Add in the fact that he had a crush on you and you’ve been spending way more time with Edward Munson—”

“Oh my god.”, you sigh as you roll your eyes. “So what!? I’m hanging out with Eddie Munson AND Steve Harrington but let’s focus on the boy this town hunted for like they were a posse in a western movie!”

“Y/N, three people died and he almost did to after they found him. SOMETHING happened.”

Smirking, you stalked gradually towards her till you were mere inches from her face. 

“Maybe that turns me on about him. The fact that he’s capable of hurting anyone who hurts me…like a friend who keeps butting her nose in my business when she knows NOTHING.”

“Y/N, please… Just tell me what’s going on.”

You heavily exhale as you shake your head and disappear down the hallway. 

“Why doesn’t the nicotine hurt you?”, you ask as you pass it back to him. “I mean it’s entering your body, right?”

Eddie shrugs as he inhales and flicks the ash in the nearby ashtray. 

“Maybe because I’m not exactly ingesting it. Thankfully for everyone I can smoke because if I couldn’t…oh boy.” You giggle at his joke and he tosses a smile towards Steve who smirks at the sound as he continues to read through your parent’s files that they stole. 

As the time passed, they were able to collect more tangible information now that they knew what they were looking for. Judging by the constant grunts of anger, you imagined they weren’t finding much. 

“Harrington, I don’t think I saw you read this much in school.”

“Yeah, well, this is something I find interesting so…”

“What’s this one? ‘Today subject B snored in his coma?’” The metalhead chuckled but your sad exhale had his head whipping in your direction. “What?”

“Will you ever tell me what happened? What put you in that coma and gave you these?”, you ask as the pad of your finger traced the scar on his chest.

Both men would never tell you but they loved the way you touched them. 

They had spent months being tortured and tossed around, not just by doctors and scientists but Vecna and the bats when they went into the upside down to fight him. 

Even after they were done being rough with you, you would wrap your arms around their waist and caress their skin till you fell asleep. Steve would feel your nails run through the hair on his chest and his eyes would close as he absorbed the brief feeling of what a normal relationship would be like. 

Eddie would wake up with the strong need for a cigarette before it was replaced with the desire to not disturb your sleeping form as your nose nuzzled into his shoulder behind him and you pulled him closer to your body. 

“You don’t want to hear about that, sweetheart.”, he exhaled as he caught your hand and kissed the back of it. 

“I want to hear everything.”, you mumble.

“Oh?”, the former jock asked as he turned in the chair at his desk to face you both and began to read in a high pitch voice. “’Spoke with Edward Munson today after the much anticipated sunlight test. He and Steven Harrington were allowed outside today for an hour. After 35 minutes their skin began to ‘burn’ (their words). When the hour ended both were red and their flesh began to decay as if they were third degree burns. Dr. Y/L/N said they seemed delusional and Edward begged ‘for his father to stop hurting him’. Healed after fifteen minutes and a blood iv drip—”

Eddie growled beside you as his angry eyes bore into his friend but as if challenged Steve continued. 

“’I asked him why he said that and he said he didn’t remember but documentation from Hawkin’s Police records shows a history of violence—'”

The metalhead swished towards him, tackling him out of the chair and onto the floor. 

“Come on, Munson, is that all you got!”, the pretty boy chuckles as they begin to wrestle. 

“Why do you have to read my reports?! Read your own personal shit!”

“I don’t know if you heard me but that involved us both, asshole! They locked me outside to in the sun, remember?! I was right there beside you fucking banging on that door trying to bust it down! Screaming for anyone to help us! Of course, they didn’t care. Didn’t even bother to tell us any of their fucking names.”

“’Tests were initiated today on their strength and tempers. Steven Harrington was the hardest to break.’”, you read aloud from his desk chair causing them both to pull apart. “’When his parents were mentioned, little reaction took place. Brought up Dustin Henderson and his blood pressure spiked but no physical reaction. It wasn’t until a woman by the name of Robin Buckley was mentioned. One of the doctors spoke of collecting her to bring her in and Mr. Harrington broke his restraints until he was subdued by security.’”

Steve slowly rose to his feet and sauntered your way, his eyes locked on you as you kept reading. 

“’Neither man appear to have any romantic interests contrary to ‘rumors’ of Miss Wheeler. Pressure points for them seem to be Robin Buckley and Wayne Munson. Documenting for future use should anything happen to me.’”

Bending down to find your eyeline, he places his palms on his knees as he searches your features. 

“And who is the ‘me’ in that sentence?” Blinking back tears, you swallow the pain you’d been avoiding these past few months. “Answer me.”

“My mom.”

“That’s right.”

“May I ask you something?” Neither man responds as they continue to glare your way. “You…you didn’t seek me out to get back at them, did you?”

“If memory serves, sweetheart, YOU came up to ME.”, Eddie answers as he slides on some shorts and bounces back into the bed. 

“And I warned you to stay away from us.”

When all you do is nod, Steve abruptly lifts you into his arms making you smile as he tosses you beside his friend and climbs in beside you.

“I, um, I like you a lot…both of you…”

Both men exchange a glance as you cuddle up further into the pretty boys cool but comfortable chest. The metalhead heavily exhales and his friend watches as he curls up behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist as he holds you to him, placing a tender kiss on your shoulder. 

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

“Y/N, sweetie?” Your head shoots up from your sketchbook at the sound of your teacher’s soft voice. “They need you at the front office. Someone’s here to see you.”

“Who?”

“I don’t know, honey.”, she sighs as she holds up the pass that was handed to her with emphasis. 

As you glance across the room towards Eddie, even he seems more alert at the announcement as his head tilts but as you begin to collect your things, you briefly hear him scribble something down on a piece of paper. 

You don’t know what possess you to do it, maybe intuition or the new found connection you have with these boys but as you absently reach for one of your books, you knock it to the floor allowing the notes within to scatter with it. 

The long-haired boy doesn’t hesitate as he quickly kneels down to help you collect your things and out of the corner of your eye, you see him slide the paper he wrote on into the front cover. 

“Thank you.”, you mumble as he firmly nods and watches you take the pass before disappearing out the door. 

Pausing in the hallway, you flip his note open and panic subtly flows through you as you read, “Don’t fight him. Go where he asks. You aren’t alone.” 

“Hey, baby.” At the sound of the man’s voice, you head snaps towards the office as you come face to face with your father. “I think we need to talk.”

***

Your hands shake in your lap in the back of the SUV but you try to hid it as you hold them together. To your surprise, your dad brings you back to your house and opens the back door for you so you can follow him inside. 

Your mom is pacing in the living room but she stops when she sees your face and runs to give you a hug. 

“Y/N, we missed you so much! We’re so glad you’re ok.”

Her tone and smile fall when you don’t reciprocate and she slowly backs away as your father gestures towards a chair for you to take a seat. 

“I’m not going to beat around the bush, Y/N, and for this to go as smoothly as possible I want clear, concise answers. Am I being understood?” He waits for you to nod before continuing. “How much do you know?”

“About Project Sunlight?”, you murmur with contempt. “I know you tortured them and mom gaslit them. I know I was a subject at one point.”

“No, baby, you were—”

“Don’t you dare lie to me! I read dad’s notes from when I was in the hospital!”

“Were we cautious, yes. Were you a subject, no.”, your father responds before his wife can as she starts to lean forward to object. “Would you like to be?”

His callous wording has you blinking back shock as you lean back in your chair. 

“Y/N, you have no idea what Edward Munson and Steven Harrington are capable of but I can show you.”

Sliding out of your way, he pushes play with the remote in his hand and both their sullen faces fill the screen of the tv. They appeared incredibly thin but still had some color in their faces as their eyes stared into the void while sitting in what appeared to be a large white empty room. 

“Can we get this over with please?! I’m really fucking tired…and I need a smoke.”, Eddie grumbles. 

“Shhh… do you hear that?”, Steve whispers as he gets to his feet and heads towards the locked door. 

“I’m bringing in anyone who was in the other world so we can run tests on them. Steven and Edward may have been bitten but who knows what else could have been in that place that contaminated the others.”

“I understand, sir. Names of the subjects?”

“Will Byers, Dustin Henderson—”

“No…”

“What?”, Eddie asked as he watched his friend start to panic and pull on the handles in front of him. “What’s going on?”

“Nancy Wheeler and Robin Buckl—”

“NO! DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH THEM!”

The metalhead’s eyes widen in fear as he watches the former jock try to rip the door off its hinges but fails. 

“Wayne Munson did come into contact with the gate in his trailer. That’s in the paperwork here. Should we grab him to or?”

Eddie began scrambling around the room while Steve searched for something that would get them out so they could get to their friends and family. The camera angle changes to the corner of the room as both men suddenly stop moving and their heads tilt towards a mirror against the wall. 

Their eyes become that black you’ve seen before and you watch in horror as they fly forward, effortlessly crashing through to attack the men on the other side. Camera shots constantly changed to different gun angles as they tried to rein in the beings as they flew and tore people apart with magnificent strength. 

Abruptly, you and them were blinded by a bright light as they screamed and fell to the floor as the tape ended.

“Don’t you see, Y/N? We HAD to run all those experiments on them to see what we were dealing with and we were terrified by what we saw. Thankfully your mom’s therapy techniques have kept them from hurting anyone else. We told them this here…” He gestures towards the tv. “…was a rouge outfit and thanked them for saving us. We NEED them to keep believing we are on their side.”

“You…you tortured them…why didn’t you just help them?”

“We tried, baby, we really did.”, you mother replies. “After a while we realized there was no cure for what they were.”

“But we are still learning everything about them. Apparently, they can heal wounds on other people. They can feed without changing the human they are directly feeding from—”

“You’ve been watching me with them…”

“At first, no. I had an inclination after your wound on your neck healed in the hospital. When you didn’t come back home, we sent agents to find you. For the last three months they’ve been keeping an eye on you.”

“Why them and not you?”, you snap. “Too afraid to face the truth?”

“What’s the truth, Y/N? What are you to them?”

“A meal.”, your dad answers your mom’s question. “That’s all you are to them.”

“No. They care about me and I care about them.”

“All they care about is themselves and blood. They will die without it, Y/N. Why do you think everyone else abandoned them? They are not the same boys from before especially Edward Munson. When he died, he came back stronger and from what we can tell his senses are more in tune than Steven’s.”

“If you’ve been watching me for so long then why are you talking to me now?”

“We…we know you’ve become romantically involved. We want you to help us find out more information that we’d never be able to get.”

“Wow.”, you laugh as you rise to your feet. “After everything you just told me and everything I’ve seen about what you two did to them…you really think I’d help you?”

“Y/N, please, you can save so many lives—”

“You could have just asked us directly.” At the sound of Eddie’s voice, you jumped as your mom stood up and placed herself beside her husband. “Mr. Y/L/N…Mrs. Y/L/N…or should I say doctors?”

“Edward. Steven. You both have changed.”

“Oh, yeah, we aren’t fucking dying anymore.”, the pretty boy practically hissed. “And thanks to this little exchange here now we know that was always the plan. Do you even know how long we would have suffered before we wasted away?”

Your father shakes his head making them both snicker. 

“Thankfully a little angel entered our world and we have absolutely enjoyed corrupting her. The fact that she’s your daughter is just an added bonus really.”

“I thought you said—”, you began before the metalhead cut you off.

“We said we didn’t pursue you but that doesn’t change the fact that part of what gets us off is that we are making the daughter of the man and woman who made our lives hell scream while we fucking use her.”, Eddie replies flatly. “Fuck…I’m getting hard right now thinking about you having to hear feedback from your subordinates about how she moaned our names and how uncomfortable that must have made you.

About as uncomfortable as being force-fed things that make you sick.”

“Or being manipulated to believe you were going to hurt the people we cared about.”, Steve added. 

Your palm to his face startled everyone in the room as you slapped him hard with every ounce of energy you could muster. 

“You don’t care about fucking anybody! Neither of you do!”

The growl that rumbled from them had your mom starting to step forward to protect you but your father held her back. 

Eddie grinned devilishly as he shook his head and held up his index finger. 

“Excuse me. We need to have a talk with our toy. It seems she forgot her place.”

With that, he wraps his arms around you, protecting your body as he crashes through the window and flies into the sky with Steve in tow.

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

The metalhead lands in a field of tall grass and you stumble out of his grasp on to the ground. Gathering your faculties, you run in what you perceive to be no particular direction, finding a seemingly empty trailer and running inside. 

There’s a strong smell of dampness you can’t identify but as you glance towards the ceiling, you see a big hole that is pitch black within. You half expect to see the night sky but when you place yourself under it all you see are vague remnants of a carpet that looks like the one currently under your feet clouded by a darkness that frightens you. 

Backing away, you fall into a chair and as you hastily stand back up a framed photo catches your eyes. 

A small boy with long hair is in an older man’s arms as he lifts him towards the camera and they both laugh. There’s another picture beside of it of a woman holding that same small child to her chest as she kisses his forehead. 

Intrigued, you wonder to the kitchen and find some loose papers on the counter. Flipping it over, a picture of Eddie glared back with his description underneath and above read “Missing Person.”

You wondered further towards the back of the trailer and your jaw dropped slightly as you took in the metalhead’s former room. The door behind you slammed shut making you jump as the man himself folded his arms. 

“I think some of the lines in our relationship have been blurred, Y/N. You belong to us. That’s it. That’s all you are. A belonging.”

“And belongings don’t hit.”, Steve growled as he forcefully pushed you onto the bed. 

“That’s all I am? That’s all I’ll ever be? So when I said I like you both—”

“I don’t know what you expected, little girl. We told you in the beginning that you were our untapped resource.”

“Why? Why are you like this?! Where is this man?!”, you plead as you hold up his flyer. “Or the man I drew who used to work at Scoops Ahoy who made his best friend laugh?!

“That man is dead, Y/N. He was bitten, torn apart, and then some doctors got ahold of him.”, Eddie hissed as he grabbed the paper and tore it up.

“I don’t think you understand how much your parents and those other doctors destroyed us.”, Steve followed. “I didn’t die like he did but after saving this fucking town I came back to torture…literally!”

“But…but that wasn’t…I’ve been nothing but nice to you…I thought—”

The pretty boy’s hand around your throat cut you off. 

“You thought wrong. What? Did you think we would fall in love and run off into the fucking sunset together? Get married and have little babies who snack on their pathetic mother?”

Your heart breaks at his words and they see it as you hunch over and cover your eyes. 

“I’m so fucking stupid.”, you murmur before facing them with a look they had never seen from you. “Why…why did you even bother!? You should have just left me alone! I have lost everything because of you!!”

“No, you lost everyone because of you and the choices you made. YOU saved Eddie. YOU came to the store. YOU stayed with us after you found out about mommy and daddy. There wasn’t even a doubt in your mind.”

“I trusted you and what you showed me…”

“Yeah, well, trusting us was your mistake, baby, not ours.”, the metalhead sighs as if annoyed. 

Something in your energy changes as you rise from the bed and square your shoulders. 

“Your right. I will never make that mistake again.” As you start to walk towards the bedroom door Steve grabs your wrist to pull you back and in return you slap him again. “Let. Me. Go.”

“Where do you think your going?”, he growled. 

“Home. My parents may be despicable people but that’s nothing compared to you two and at least there they can keep me safe.”

He tugs you roughly closer to his chest as Eddie steps closer to your sides. 

“There’s nowhere you could go, little girl, where we can’t find you.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“Oh? Yet you need to be ‘safe’ from us?”

“Fuck you. Does Robin Buckley know the kind of man you’ve become? What about Wayne Munson? Do they know the monsters you are?”

Steve walks you backwards till your back hits the wall and even then he presses himself against you till your sandwiched between. 

“You want to see a monster, Y/N? Say her name again.”

Your body shutters slightly at the drop in his voice as his irises burn into your eyes. His chest rose and fell, pushing against yours as the wind from his nose moved your hair every time he breathed. 

It was incredibly subtle; the bulge in his jean lightly touching you. 

He was getting off on this; your defiance. 

“So…that’s a no…on Robin?”

In one swift action, the former jock grabbed your hair and spun you around, slamming your front half aggressively against the wall. Lifting your skirt, his palm came down hard on your behind causing you to jump and whine.

“We are going to fucking ruin you tonight, you little brat, and when we’re finished you’ll never forget your place again.”

His palm hit you a couple more times in quick succession before he yanked on your hair to guide you back to the bed and push you down on all fours. After ripping off your panties, you felt the wind behind you of Steve ducking down, moaning loudly when his tongue licked through your folds. 

“You’re so ungrateful, Y/N. After everything we do for you...”, Eddie growled, throwing his body in front of you as he stroked his cock. “You still forget your place… you’re still…disrespectful…”

You whimpered when the man behind you pulled away and it wouldn’t be the last time that night they left you wanting. Both men used you for what felt like hours, building you up till you were right at the edge before pulling away. 

The metalhead was top of you now, pumping his cock deep inside you with his head beside your own till he felt your pussy begin to quiver and he abruptly stopped moving. All three of you were sweaty and panting as Steve folded his fingers against his forehead. 

“Please…”, you beg, desperate.

“Who do belong to?”

“You and Steve.”

“That’s right. You’re our little whore.” As he spoke, Eddie began thrusting into you again as your fingers tangled in his hair. “Say it.”

“I’m…I’m your little…little whore.”

“Yeah, you are…Fuck, baby…ours…”, he moaned, not slowing down. “Cum for me, sweetheart.”

It didn’t take long for your orgasm to crash into you as you screamed his name and he mewled as you lightly tugged his hair. His lips crashed to your own only for a moment as he struggled to keep them connected, his face scrunching in pleasure as he hastily pulled out and rapidly stroked his cock till his release hit tummy. 

“You didn’t—”

“I’m not hungry.”

“I am.” 

Eddie rolls his eyes as he climbs off you and is quickly replaced by Steve who collects you in his arms, falling back first against the headboard while adjusting your body to straddle his lap. Taking a hold of his shaft, you slowly sink down onto him eliciting a sexy groan from him as you gradually move your hips. 

Your hands cling to his shoulders as his lips attach to your nipple and you can’t help but squeak when one of his fangs drags lightly along the bud. 

“That was for fucking hitting me…even though your pussy is telling me—shit—you liked that. Did you, baby?”

“Yes, I liked it.”

“See? We take care of you to.”, he whispers as he meets each one of your bounces with a thrust of his own. “We take care of our things.”

Eddie’s head tilted as your eyes opened at his friend’s words and you hugged his head to your body as he bit into your neck. Your fingers lingered in his sweat soaked hair just as you had down with the metalhead but your bottom lip trembled as you tried to control the tears. 

“Like you said, Y/N…Monsters.”

Your eyes closed again as the other boy’s palms gripped your ass, guiding you as his mouth released you, licking your wound, and resting his head against your chest as you held him. You trembled as you came and Steve grunted at the feeling. 

“Goddamn it…off, off, off!”, he urged and you slid back to watch him pump his cock roughly till his seed erupted on to his hand and thigh. “Fuck.”

As the metalhead handed the pretty boy a napkin, Steve raised his eyebrows in annoyance. 

“The water doesn’t work here, remember? No one has lived here in like a year.”

“We could go to the lake. It’s not far from here, right?”

As they spoke, you had tried to suffocate the tears that escape as you reached for a tissue by his bed and cleaned yourself. Something cold tapped your arm and you turned to see Eddie handing you your clothes. 

You stared at them as if they were a foreign object and again, he tried to push them towards you. Fury filled you as you took the items, tossed them to the ground, and stomped them with your bare feet as you screamed at the wall. When you finally stopped, they both redressed you themselves as you stood there and allowed it. 

Your sad eyes took in the room around you; absorbing all the band posters and D&D campaign memorabilia. By his bed were cassette tapes of bands you very much knew, having listened to them yourself. There was what appeared to be a fantasy book half read along with some more photos that you picked up to examine. 

Softly chuckling, you hold up a picture of him with a group of people wearing the same Hellfire shirt as he held up the rock & roll symbol with his tongue sticking out. 

“Some days…after school…I could hear you guys yelling and laughing in the theater room…You sounded so…happy.” Your voice cracked on your last word before tossing the images back where you found them. “Do you care about me at all? Even a little?”

Eddie’s chest heaved as he exhaled and stepped towards you to gently kiss your forehead. 

“No.”

You nodded but your knees betrayed you as they buckled as Steve quickly caught you and pressed you to his chest. 

 “Y/N…” You heard it through your pain, a particular tone from him you had been hearing more and more as you got more comfortable together. “Don’t trust your parents… anyone who works for that lab isn’t someone you should trust. They made us…who we are.”

Your head shakes adamantly.

“No. You are the way you are because of yourself. I know those men are still in there.”

“Maybe…or maybe this is who we were always meant to be.”

At the long-haired boy’s words, you start to sob and they both hold you tightly to them until they fall asleep. 

As the Hawkins sun begins to rise, you give them one last cursory glance before grabbing your shoes and running out the trailer door. 

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“You’re safe here, Y/N, I promise.”, your mom assures as she slides your suitcase and backpack into your new room at the “safehouse” they sped to after you arrived at their front door. “We’ve always had ‘get away’ packs ready just in case and this house is ‘clean’ so they shouldn’t be able to smell us. I’m not even sure they can do that but—”

“Yes, you are. You don’t have to lie to me.”

Sighing, she takes a step towards you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder giving you pause. 

“I know you’re angry with me, baby, and you have every right to be but no matter what I’m still your mom and I’m still here for you. Your father and I love you very much.”

“Thank you, mom.”, you whimper as you take a seat on the bed and pull out the sketchbook from your backpack. Flipping through the pages, your heart cracks in half as their images you drew fly past. 

Anger and pain fills you as you begin ripping out pages and tearing them in half before tossing them across the room. 

“I don’t know about this, honey.”, your mom whispers as she closes her and her husband’s bedroom door and walks over to the desk where he was watching you break down from his laptop monitor that was connected to the many cameras around the house including your room. “She doesn’t seem like them. I mean she came to us in the day time for Christs sake…on FOOT! Those boys couldn’t even handle 30min.”

“Yeah but we won’t know that unless we keep an eye out.”, he replies absently as he continues taking notes before your mother walks over and shuts the laptop closed. “Look, we don’t have any data on what happens when they take blood from a human. We also don’t know how intimacy works, for example, can they get her pregnant? Can they—”

“Ok, ok! I don’t even want to think about that.”

“There’s also a lot of information she can give us. We just have to get her to trust us again.” You father watches as your mom’s head hangs and she takes a seat on the mattress with her arms folded across her chest. “Sweetheart…”, he sighs as he wheels his chair in front of her and grabs her palms. “I know how you feel. We never wanted her to experience any of Hawkins craziness but it is what it is…now we just have to find out what we can to protect her and the rest of the world.”

“Even if that mean doing to her what we did to them?”

“I hope it doesn’t come to that…”

“But if it does?”

Your father tenderly kisses the back of her hands before tugging her onto his lap. 

“Let’s cross that bridge when we get there.”

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[batmanisagatewaydrug]

hello mr. sex witch. 100% ok to discard if this is inappropriate or out of your wheelhouse. i love my husband very much and feel very safe with him, but i tend to dissociate pretty bad when trying to have sex. like, full on my soul leaving my body and floating a few steps away from it. it’s really distressing and makes me feel terrible because it makes me want sex less, which makes my husband feel like i must not be attracted to him or love him and i feel like an awful spouse.

i’m in therapy already, but it’s one of the hardest things for me to talk about with another person. it makes me feel dirty and shameful and disgusting every time i try. i love my therapist and have been seeing her for around 4 years now, but i just want to leap out of my skin anytime our sessions go anywhere near my relationship to sex, and i have a hard time even using correct anatomical terms to refer to my body parts when talking to her about it. i usually just slip into vagueries like “down there” or “that part” or “that area.” my mouth and throat dry up otherwise.

not at all asking you to diagnose me with anything, but i was wondering if there happen to be any good self-help resources you know of for moving past this? the things i have found in the past 10-ish years or so often feel sort of like “just look at yourself in the mirror and jerk off more and then one day you’ll magically get over it in one fell swoop,” and that’s never really felt like anything but dismissal to me. (i also acknowledge that i could be misreading the tone of some of these stories and guides because i’m coming at them from a place of pain and fear. may very well not be their fault.)

if you don’t have anything for something like this it’s okay, i don’t want to be annoying or a burden. you just seem really knowledgable and i thought maybe would know of something or other. if not it’s totally fine, i hope you’re having a nice day. thanks for your time reading this.

hi anon,

I want to be very delicate here, because I'm broadly opposed to offering diagnoses here especially when it's in an area that's very outside my realm of knowledge, and I really appreciate that you aren't asking me for a diagnosis.

having said that: virtually everything you're describing here, from the consistent dissociation to the physical distress response you experience when trying to talk about sex, sounds very much like a trauma response. I absolutely agree that most of the resources you've been finding likely aren't suitable to be helpful for you, because they're aimed at people who are feeling a little insecure in their body and not someone who has a deeply rooted distress response.

it sounds like the most well-equipped person to help you tackle this is a trauma-informed therapist. I obviously don't know anything about the therapist you see now, and I'm sure she's been able to help you in other ways, but it seems like you're having a hard time cracking this particular matter with her to make any positive change in the direction you want. if trauma isn't an area where she's able to work with patients, I think it may be very worth your while to consult someone more specialized to help you address this specifically.

I know that all by itself this isn't really an answer, almost certainly not the one you were hoping for, and is only a suggestion of more work and emotional difficulty for you, in addition to the potential costs of finding a second mental healthcare provider. I am sincerely sorry about that. I wish there was an easier solution I could provide, and I wish you the best of luck.

[iceclew]

BACK TO ART Y'ALL!

(after ....an awful lot of screaming these last days.. ... hey I don't know what is wrong with me, maybe it's the spring vibes finally kicking in or smth..)

Anyway here's the concept art for Hans and Henry - Witcher AU

'Cause I can not enjoy ANY franchise, ANY game, ANY-FUCKING-THING without witcherizing it. For t'is the law here.

Go down to my overly detailed description and non-text versions for AU Hans and AU Henry here. I have my brainworms and i'll spill them out on you, if you don't step aside, so beware.

Also this time I'm not going for a mix, I'm going full Witcher universe here.

Let me tell you there is a LOT of Hansry in the making for canon and Witcher AU right now.. I just need to find a way to finish it, for I am cursed to be stuck at WIPs so far as it seems. BUT I WILL DO MY BEST !!! FOR WE NEED THE HANSRY, DON'T WE?!

YES WE DO!!

So I've read the witcher books, played game 3, and looked up several things on fandom-wikis. If anything's not entirely witcher canon here, my bad. I tried my best ok? Also I took some liberty and smushed timelines and stuff to fit the scene here.

Capon is my fucking dress up doll. I am sorry I could not not. He is so FUCKING Dandelion coded.. PLUS I had so many cool outfit ideas and well...LOOK AT HIM HE JUST EATS, OK? I feel like he could be stuffed in a human-sized sock and still would look great in it... I don't get it either.. the tailors just love him.

have a song recommendation for Hans :3

Hans Capon (House of Leipa) The House of Leipa is a family line of famous military leaders at the nation of Kaedwen. (listen, there is a canon Fort Leida in the witcher universe, how could you blame me for jumping on that?) For generations they reigned over Fort Leipa and the surrounding region in Kaedwen. It was about 19 years ago when the Scoia'tael invaded the fortress and killed almost all members of the major family branch, including Hans' parents. Hans himself survived due to a servant's quick thinking. He was hidden in the servant's quarters in a bedroom's chest. The Scoia'tael focussed on looting the royal belongings. So he was not found until his relatives reconquered the fortress hours later. Hans has no memory of said day since he was still an infant, but suffers from claustrophobia now.

'The Slaughter of Leipa' contributed severly to the following pogrom in Ard Carraigh (Kaedwens capital), causing the deaths of over 400 nonhumans. Hans is not entirely against nonhuman races but has his personal, unprocessed issues with them....

Back in the present (20y/o) his situation is very similar to canon Hans, with Hanush currently being his guardian as long as he's not old enough to reign. He differs a lot from Hanush's imagination of a proper heir of their family tree and arguments are on a daily bases. For political representation Hans gets to travel and stay at the free city of Novigrad for a while. While he loves his home region in Kaedwen, he immediately falls in love with the urban vibes, and modern culture of the city (and of course the freedom of being away from Hanush's monitoring for once). For a few months he's spending a fair amount of coin on every tailor, tavern, brothel and bathhouse in the city.

By now the owners of said etablishements have made appropriate arrangements with every bandit's guilt around, for his regular visits are more profitable to all of them, than robbing him once.

There might have been one or two kidnappings with ransom involved nonetheless, which had Hanush consider hiring a bodyguard for his ward after all...If only just to mend his headache from time to time a bit.

This is were a certain offer from an old friend, plus a witcher's apprentice appears seemingly just at the right time...

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Henry's design and my idea of his witcher character made me painfully aware of just how similar those two universes actually are. I mean - not necessary a bad thing, but it might take the charm out of it a bit. So I tried to add a little twist to Henry here. Let's see how we're doing.

Have a song recommedation for Henry :3

Henry, child of the fate Henry is born a blacksmith's son and lived a slow life in a small village around Kaedwen's hillside. There would be times he would even go as far as to call it straight out boring, but he's not one to complain about stuff like that.

Since his father Martin taught him from young age, Henry practically grew up with swords, especially the kind made of finest silver ore, used to slay monsters. His father's outstanding works, famous in all the northern nations, attracted many witchers from far and wide. Of course the nearby 'School of the Wolf' at Kaer Morhen was a popular and recurring customer at their forge as well.

All peace and quiet ended the day his village was raided by bandits and his parents were murdered. Henry found himself seeking refuge, first at Kaer Morhen, then at Fort Leipa, with a handful of other citizens. At the witchers fortress he recognized one or two faces from back at the forge, but there was one particularly standing out.

Radzig Kobyla, a reknown witcher in all around the region seemed to have special interest in Henry and even offered some first combat training in sword-fighting. With time Henry finds the truth about is bonds with Radzig...

Before he was born Radzig saved Martin from a mountain troll. Half joking, half serious Martin remembered old witcher's tradition of the Law of Suprise - 'for what you find at home, yet did not expect' and offered it. Radzig actually refused the offer, for he was not necessarily fond of said tradition.

It was only a month later that they found out about the pregnancy... While awaiting a child Martin was devastated about his promise. He was not sure if it was to be fulfilled or not. After Henry was born Radzig still refused to ever take the child, arguing he never agreed to any contract like this. But fate finds his way nonetheless and with Henry basically finding him and being robbed his family, friends and home, Radzig finally gives in and offers to train him to become a witcher.

Of course things are way more complicated by now, since Henry is not suitable for a proper 'Trial of the grasses' anymore. He never gained the full immunity and powers of a proper witcher, but with Kaer Morhen's knowledge, plus consultation of several sorcerer Radzig's find a way for Henry to undergo a lighter and also much slower variation of the original changing procedure.

Although the risk of said changing progress is the same, if not higher. Errors or negative effects can only be seen and be treated much later after they have already settled in. The sorceress Katharina of Ard Carraigh was outraged when she heard about Radzig's little experiment, but offered her help with the effects nonetheless. With her help Henry was able to adapt existing witcher potions to handle his new powers and skills easier, and - much more important - to keep them at bay, when they threaten to take over his sanity.

While trying to tackle his new life and witcher training, Henry is also confronted with his first 'witcher' contract (well whatever Radzig found fitting for a half-baked witcher, without much fighting experience, nor complete control over his powers, that is.) Their host at Fort Leipa seemed to have a promising task as bodyguard at hand, and since Radzig had taken a lot of contracts from the house of Leipa in past times, it would not hurt giving it a try. Henry would only have to take care of the spoiled Leipa's offspring for a while. Nothing too much of a task right? Right.

At least until said offspring runs off and jumps into sheets with an Alp and seems to be in need of a witcher now after all, .....

But that's a story for another time...

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*visible exhaustion but I made it*

that's it for now guys.. I ..clearly overdid myself in the description right there, I just know it.

Also - sorry for my spelling , I hate rereading stuff, and tend to miss weird errors...

Hope you liked it, I don't really call myself a good writer, I just want to get out my ideas here. :)

[macabrebatz]

SOMETHING THERE (Caged Warcraft Orc/Reader)

Summary: Orcs have invaded your world and you're tasked with taking care of a very angry, very injured imprisoned orc. But he's not the only one that's going to be taken care of.

Author’s Note: Hello, lovelies! A little while ago I got sent an ask here about the captured orc in the movie Warcraft (you can read the post here). I love the concept so much that I just had to write about him. He's unnamed in the movie so I just refer to him as an orc throughout this. This can be read as a generic orc x human story but just know this was written specifically with this big drooling guy in mind. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings/tags: 18+ MDNI, fem! reader, orc x human, canon divergent, smut with some plot, teratophillia/monsterfucking, injured character, conversation about mates, teasing, size difference (this orc is bigger than you no matter your size), let's pretend that Warcraft orcs would actually fit for a moment, fingering, standing sex, rough sex, unprotected p in v, some degradation, possessiveness, he's mean I don't know what else to tell you, choking, hair pulling, semi public sex (?), Lothar makes an appearance, no aftercare, NOT beta read

Word count: 4.7k

Your job had been straightforward for the most part. You were a handmaiden often tasked with cleaning and maintaining the kingdom's dungeons. There had never been many prisoners kept in the lower parts of the castle, not while you had been of service there at least. Most of the time the cells were empty and you were often tasked with taking care of other parts of the castle instead, places frequently overlooked by the other maids.

But all of a sudden you found yourself busier than usual when a handful of knights dragged in a nearly dead creature of the likes you had never seen before. It took multiple men to pull him down the steps of the dungeons and into a barred cell.

Lothar, a man you had become friends with, followed behind his fellow knights, watching as they hovered around the prisoner.

“What exactly is he?” you asked quietly.

You had met all types of denizens of Azeroth. Elves, dwarves, worgen….but never anyone like the large, tusked man that laid before you.

Lothar shrugged, not knowing the answer to the question.

“If I knew I would tell you. They just…showed up. I don’t know where they came from. Or how many there are. We took the other one to the king for questioning. She’s tiny compared to the rest of them,” he mumbled.

You looked down at the floor, staring at the smeared trail of blood leading from the stairs to the cell.

“He’s wounded?” you questioned, looking back at the cell.

“Yes, he was going to attack the other one we captured. Can you keep him alive?” Lothar asked.

You nodded. You had cared for injured and sick prisoners before. Some of them probably wouldn’t have lived if it wasn’t for you.

“I’ll need supplies though.”

“I’ll get you everything you need. Just be careful and try to keep your distance as much as possible. He doesn’t seem to be the friendliest,” he said.

Lothar left you with the other knights, disappearing up the stairs. After a few minutes, he returned with a box of supplies, far more than enough to heal any wounds. He ushered the other knights out and wished you luck as he sauntered away.

You had unlocked the cell and spent a considerable amount of time trying to remove the rugged bone armor and leather from the sleeping creature's chest. You then began cleaning and stitching the stab wound, silently cursing Lothar for creating such a nasty wound to begin with. Never once did the being move or wake. His breathing was weak and a part of you thought he might die right then and there from the amount of blood he had lost.

But his chest continued to rise and fall as you snipped the end of the stitches with your shears. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you sat there for a moment, watching the sleeping creature.

He was large, bigger than any human you had ever seen. He had long greying hair and an untamed beard. Although his eyes were closed you could tell that one had been previously injured, the skin around it scarred and almost red. On the opposite side of his face, a deep scar ran from his lip up the side of his face. There were pieces of metal embedded in the skin where the wound had been closed and healed over the metal.

There was a part of you, deep inside your mind that found the rugged stranger quite attractive. But you ignored that part of your mind, pushing those thoughts aside. You knew nothing about the being that laid before you and you weren’t going to let curiosity get the better of you.

You wrapped a bandage around his shoulder and chest, something that proved to be quite difficult with how large he was. But you managed to do it regardless, securing the bandage so it wouldn’t move.

You stood up and walked out of the cell, closing the door behind you.

There was still blood all over the floor and you quickly turned your attention to that, scrubbing the floors by hand, something you had done time and time again.

About an hour passed and as you found yourself on your knees, scrubbing the last bit of blood off the floor you heard shuffling. You glanced over your shoulder to see the creature waking up, slowly sitting up, reaching for his chest and grimacing in pain.

He shook his head and looked around, growling as he slowly became more conscious. His head turned, stopping when his eyes laid on you. For a moment neither of you moved, staring at each other, but then the creature lurched forward toward the bars and let out a roar. You jumped back in surprise, almost knocking over the bucket of water sitting beside you.

The roar ceased as he grabbed his chest once again, falling onto his knees in pain. Your fear was quickly replaced with worry, standing up quickly and walking closer to the cell.

“You can’t do that. You’ll make the wound open back up,” you said.

He snarled and said something in a language you had never heard before. He sat back against the wall, glaring at you.

“I don’t understand what you’re saying,” you said.

He didn’t say anything else. He just sat there, grumbling and holding his chest.

And that’s how almost every day had gone for weeks. He would over-exert himself out of anger, trying to break through the bars of his cell. You would scold him, telling him he needed to rest, which he would ignore. He would yell at you in his native tongue and you would ignore him, setting down food and water in front of the bars, just enough for him to reach the plate but not you.

Some days the yelling and banging on the bars would get so loud that the knights that stood guard at the entrance of the dungeon came rushing in, scared for your safety. You would shoo them away, assuring the worried knights that you were fine. They were honestly happy to leave, not wanting to be so close to the creature behind the bars.

Not all days were like that though. Sometimes he was quiet, too tired to do his usual routine of raging. On those days you would talk to him while you cleaned or while he sat and ate, filling the void of silence with your voice.

You would just talk about things on your mind, gossip from the other handmaidens, stories you had heard from the knights that would try to flirt with you and impress you with their war stories. The table and chair that had been set out for you slowly inched closer every day as you sat and talked to him during lunch.

You rarely ever had anyone to talk to throughout the day. Sometimes one of the knights would join you for lunch or Lothar would talk with you as you cleaned when he wasn’t busy, but it was a rare occasion. So now you found yourself droning on to the prisoner during your time spent cleaning and your breaks. He didn’t seem to mind but you honestly couldn’t tell. His face often had some form of a grimace on it, a snarl always daring to creep up.

You weren’t sure if he could understand you either until one day, while the two of you ate, you finally asked him a question that had been on your mind.

“What exactly are you? Lothar hasn’t answered the question yet. You’re not human…not an elf. Your teeth are kind of like a troll’s teeth. A bit smaller than theirs though,” you rambled.

You didn’t expect him to say anything. On days like this, he never said anything. After a moment, he broke the silence with one word.

“Orc.”

You looked up from where you sat, glancing through the bars of the cell. He was looking back at you, his working eye staring at you.

“An orc? That’s what you are?” you asked.

“Yes,” he said.

“So you’ve been able to understand me this entire time?”

“Yes.”

He leaned his head back against the wall, looking up at the ceiling. He didn’t say anything for the rest of the day.

A couple more weeks passed and the caged orc had seemingly calmed down. He no longer yelled and raged on, often sitting in silence.

But sometimes he would speak, occasionally answering questions you had about orcs and his culture. He was often cold, even mean when it came to replying, but you simply shook it off.

You asked him about his cloudy eye and the large scar running up his face. That seemed to perk him up. For the first time in almost a month, his cold demeanor dropped. He told you about the fights he won, boasting about how many times he had come close to death. It was the first time he had ever been talkative. Usually, he would give short responses to your questions but now he was painting vivid pictures for you as he told a story for every scar.

“And this,” he brought his hand up to the healing stab wound on his chest, “is nothing. A scratch.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You laugh, but it’s true. Your tiny knights couldn’t kill me if they tried,” he said.

“Lothar came pretty close,” you chuckled.

He frowned, a growl escaping his lips as he stood up and slowly walked towards you. You sat just out of reach from him, you had moved your table even closer to the cell over the past few days. Despite his gruff attitude he had begun to grow on you. You enjoyed talking to him and maybe even staring at him a little.

You took a sip from your water as he stepped closer, gripping his hand around one of the metal bars.

“You talk about that one a lot. Is he your mate?” he questioned, his voice low.

The question took you by surprise, causing you to choke on your water.

“No…no. He’s not. We’re not…no,” you said in between coughs.

The orc hummed, sounding almost amused by your answer and frantic coughing.

“No? One of the other knights then? Or one of those handmaidens you’re always talking about?” the orc asked.

You shook your head as you sat your glass down.

“I don’t have a…mate.” The word felt foreign to your lips. You could feel your face heat up as you frowned, averting your eyes from the orc.

There was a small moment of silence before you heard him chuckle, the sound of his voice echoing off the stone walls.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I’m sure you’ll find a puny little knight one of these days. Although I doubt they could keep you satisfied,” he said.

Your jaw dropped a bit, shocked by the sudden forwardness of the orc.

“I think I’ll be satisfied,” you said, scoffing.

“I highly doubt it. The men of your species seem…inadequate,” he said, sitting back down.

You couldn’t help but stare at him. Why was he talking about this? What was he getting at?

You shook your head, deciding to change the subject.

“How is your wound?” you asked.

“I told you. It’s just a scratch,” he mumbled.

“You were stabbed with a sword. You’re lucky you’re even alive,” you sighed.

He scoffed, sounding offended that you would even suggest that he could’ve died.

“May I please check it? To make sure it’s not infected?” you asked.

“I guess,” he grumbled.

You stood up, walking closer to the cell. You swore you could hear Lothar in your mind scolding you for doing exactly what he said not to do. But you couldn’t exactly keep your distance if you wanted to do your job properly.

The orc leaned towards the metal bars as your hands snaked through, untucking the bandages and slowly pulling them off of his chest. The orc grimaced at the sensation, traces of dried blood had caused the bandages to stick to his skin. You hadn’t had the opportunity to clean it. It was the first time since he had first arrived that you felt comfortable enough to get close enough to examine him.

“It looks…fine. It could use a little cleaning though. Wish I had a healing potion to give you but I don’t know any alchemists,” you said in a quiet voice.

“I don’t need any of that,” he grumbled, looking down at you.

“At least let me clean it. Surely dying from infection isn’t the way you want to go,” you joked.

“Fine,” he chuckled.

You smiled. It was odd hearing the orc laugh but you found it slightly endearing.

You turned, grabbing your supplies from the table and turning back around to the orc. You hummed to yourself as you cleaned his skin with a washcloth, wiping away all of the traces of dried blood.

“No mate,” the orc said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You looked up at him, confused.

“What?”

“You have no mate,” he said.

Really, this subject again?

“Yes, I thought we established this?” you asked.

“Why?” he asked.

“Why are you so interested in this subject?” you mumbled.

“You ask stupid questions all the time. Why can I not ask you a question?” he said.

You rolled your eyes and looked away from him, focusing your attention back on his wound.

“I don’t know. Just haven’t found the right person. Why do you care anyway? It’s not like we could be mates,” you huffed.

“And why is that?”

He was looking down at you. You felt your face heat up a bit as you averted your gaze.

“You’re too…mean. And grumpy. And I’m ninety percent sure you were going to try to kill me for the first few weeks you were here,” you said.

You turned away from him, grabbing a new roll of gauze.

“I’m not trying to kill you now,” he said.

You unrolled the gauze and started wrapping it around his chest.

“Yeah…I know. Can we please drop this subject? It’s not like I would be your type anyway.”

“Type?” he questioned, not understanding the phrase.

“Your type. It’s what you’re attracted to. Now shush and let me finish,” you said.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you. All of a sudden it was becoming very hard to think clearly. Something about being so close to the orc while he was watching your every movement was managing to make your head foggy. Sure, you found him attractive. Something about his ruggedness and size was alluring. But you never expected him to make your knees weak. And he hadn’t even done anything to you.

You did your best to ignore whatever feelings were brewing inside of you as you finished bandaging his chest.

“There,” you said, “all better.”

“Thank you,” the orc grumbled.

The rest of the day came and went quietly, all without a word about the previous conversation. You found yourself staring at him. Your stomach felt fluttery and it was becoming more and more difficult to suppress what you had felt all along.

When you went to bed that night you couldn’t help but repeat the conversation in your head, completely puzzled by the orcs’ fascination with the fact that you were ‘unmated’.

Such an odd thing to be hung up on.

What was worse was that your own fascination with the orc seemed to be getting stronger.

So much so that you couldn’t sleep. You tossed and turned all night, your mind racing just at the thought of the imprisoned orc.

So much so that when you finally did fall asleep, you dreamed about him. You were being held by him in your dream, the same way you had hoped to one day be held by a knight or maybe even a skillful mage. But for some odd reason, the thought of being held by the orc brought you more comfort than every silly knight fantasy you ever had.

So much so that the next day you found yourself scooting your table and chair closer to his cell. Something you had already done but now you were repeating the process every day for a week, slowly inching it closer and closer.

So much so that you started to purposely loosen the laces at the top of your dress. At this point, you weren’t sure what was overtaking your mind. You found yourself wanting to tease him, something you never thought you’d do.

So much so that you had been lingering in the dungeon well past the curfew given to the maids. You wanted to be in his presence. To say he was growing on you was an understatement.

So much so that about a week later when you bent down to pick up his plate, something you had done every day since he arrived, you didn’t walk away from the cell.

This time the orc gripped you by your hair, yanking you back hard against the bars of the cell. You yelped as the plate dropped to the floor. He let go of your hair and his hand snaked through the bars, wrapping it around your throat. His other hand rested on your stomach, holding you in place.

“Are you done teasing?” he asked as his grip tightened around your throat.

“Teasing?” you squeaked.

“Do you really think I’m clueless? Every day you get closer and closer to this cage. You’ve been staying in here late at night. And your breasts have practically been falling out of your dress. It’s almost like you’re begging me to rip it off you,” he growled.

He was absolutely right. You had been caught red-handed.

“Are you going to explain yourself, human?”

He had you pressed against him so tightly that it was almost hard to breathe. You could feel something hardening against your backside and that fluttery feeling started building in your stomach.

“I just…”

“You just what?” he said.

“I just want you to touch me,” you said just above a whisper.

“Say that again. I didn’t quite hear you.”

You couldn’t see his face but you just knew there was a smirk plastered across it.

“Touch me. I want you to touch me,” you repeated.

“Just a few days ago I was ‘too mean’ for you but now look at you. All needy. Maybe if you ask nicely. Maybe if you beg,” he hummed.

Now he was the one teasing. He didn’t move, his hands didn’t even flinch. He just held you tight, pressing you against his erection.

“Please. May you please touch me?”

You were almost whining, pushing back against him. He chuckled, finding your neediness amusing.

He let go of your throat and turned you around so you were facing him. Sticking his hand through the cell, he brought it up to your bust and gripped your dress, ripping the fabric down the front like it was a piece of parchment. You gasped as it fell to the ground, leaving you in nothing but your underwear.

“I liked that dress,” you pouted.

Not to mention the fact that it was technically your work uniform. A problem you would deal with later you supposed.

“You look better without it. Now take those off unless you want them ripped as well,” he said, looking down at you.

You nodded as you slipped off your undergarments, tossing them to the side.

He pulled you closer to the bars until you were almost pressed against them, lifting up one of your legs with his hand, cupping underneath your knee. His free hand snaked down and one of his large fingers found its way to your cunt, spreading apart your folds.

“You might as well be dripping. Already so wet and I haven’t even got started yet,” he said.

The orc didn’t give you time to respond as he slowly began pushing his finger inside of you, stretching you out as your walls wrapped around his massive digit. A moan escaped your lips and it echoed throughout the room.

“Sshhh, be quiet,” he shushed you, as he began to pump his finger inside of you.

His thumb rubbed against your clit, drawing little circles around it as his other fingers thrust in and out of your pussy.

You mindlessly ground into his hand, adding to the friction and causing ripples of pleasure to shoot through your body. You had never felt this full before. The size of one of his fingers was almost triple the size of a human’s.

Soon he was adding a second finger, gathering your wetness and pushing into your entrance, curling with every thrust of his hand.

“Gotta stretch you out if you want to take me,” he mumbled, fucking his hand into you at a quicker pace.

Your legs were trembling and you could feel yourself clenching around his fingers. His thumb rolled over your clit faster, pressing down on the sensitive bud.

You did your best to stifle your moan as your orgasm hit you.

“There you go. Cum on my hand,” he said.

One of your hands gripped onto a cell bar while the other reached through, reaching up and pressing against his shoulder for support.

He didn’t give you time to recover before his fingers slipped out of you and his other hand let go of your leg. His hands unfastened his pelt, revealing his hardened cock underneath. It felt like there was a lump in your throat as you swallowed, looking down at it. You could see why he insisted on stretching you out beforehand. You were a bit worried about it fitting inside of you.

“Don’t worry, it’ll fit,” he said as if he could read your mind, “Now turn around and bend over.”

You did as he said, turning your back towards him and leaning down. His hand grazed over your ass for a moment, giving it a light squeeze before he reached forward and grabbed your arms. He held your wrists behind your back, his large hands covering them completely. His other hand held his cock, sliding it against your clit, teasing you with the head.

You groaned, wanting to push back on him, but he held you firmly in place.

He slid his cock towards your entrance and began slowly pushing into the hole. You stretched around him, the feeling felt so new to you that it sent shivers up your spine. Although his fingers had done a good job stretching you out, it was still nowhere enough to accommodate the size of the orcs’ cock.

You felt him tug ever so slightly on your wrists, pulling your entire body closer to him, sliding into you at an agonizing pace.

Another moan began to slip from your mouth, unintentionally loud. Before it could come all the way out, his hand moved from your wrists to your mouth, muffling your moan as he continued slowly pushing his cock into you. He growled, a low rumble coming from his chest.

“Shush, you don’t want your little knights to come running in here, do you? You want them to see you like this?”

You shook your head, slightly horrified at the thought of a knight walking in, especially if that knight happened to be Lothar. You hadn’t even given that possibility a thought.

“Then be quiet for once,” the orc said.

You nodded, and his hand slipped away from your mouth. This time it settled on your shoulder, his other hand slipping off his cock and gripping onto your hip.

He held onto you as he began to slowly rock into you, thrusting the rest of his length into you. Your back arched as pain and pleasure crept up inside of you.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked in a patronizing tone.

His hips were slamming against you, he was giving you no amount of time to adjust to his size. His balls slapped against your cunt with every thrust. That and the sound of you squelching around him radiated through the dungeon.

He reached forward, gripping your hair once more, pulling you all the way to the bars. You hissed as he yanked your head back.

“I asked you a question. Is this what you wanted?” he questioned.

“Yes. Ah-yes, this is what I wanted,” you said.

He let go of your hair, pushing you back down with his hand as he continued to pound into you through the cell bars.

“Look at you. Pathetic human. Taking my cock like a greedy slut,” he chuckled.

It was becoming increasingly difficult to hold back your moans. Every thrust was unrelenting. You could feel him sliding against that spongy spot inside of you and it was slowly pushing you closer to the edge.

You were getting louder and louder, whimpering as the orc fucked you.

His thrusts suddenly halted and you whined.

“No, why’d you stop?” you asked, near tears.

“I thought I told you to be quiet?”

“You did but-“

“But what?” he said.

“Please keep fucking me. I don’t care if they hear us. I only care about you,” you pleaded.

You weren’t sure what had overcome you but it was true. In that moment all you cared about was the orc behind you.

There was a brief pause before the orcs’ hands were wrapping around you, pulling you as close as he possibly could despite the cell bars between you. It was like something snapped in him as he began rutting into you, burying his cock deep inside of you with every roll of his hips.

You moaned, not caring if anyone heard you. You were so wrapped up in the pleasure that you weren’t even sure if you cared anymore if someone walked in.

“You’re mine, do you understand? I’ve ruined you. None of those pathetic knights can have this,” the orc growled behind you.

You were at a loss for words as ecstasy washed over you, too in a daze to answer.

“You don’t want them anyway, huh? I’ve stretched you out so much that only I’ll be able to satisfy you.”

You didn’t say anything but your body answered for you, clenching around his cock as he fucked you. And he noticed, grip tightening around you almost immediately like he was afraid you’d somehow slip away.

“Oh, you like that? You like that I’ve ruined you for everyone else? You want me to make you my mate, don’t you?” he said.

You found yourself nodding your head, not even thinking about it. Maybe it was just the pleasure or maybe there was truly something else. Something there deep in the back of your mind that wanted more of him.

“All mine,” he groaned.

Your body shook as you reached your second climax, moaning as you tightened around him.

“That’s it. That’s it. Cum on my cock. Just like that,” he grunted, still thrusting into you.

You were whimpering underneath him, slowly becoming overstimulated as he chased his own high, bucking into you. His cock twitched as he moaned, cumming deep inside of you. His hands were still wrapped around you, holding you through the bars as he filled you up.

Before you could pull away there were sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs.

Your mind was too foggy to even react when you looked up, seeing the all too familiar face of Lothar stopping at the dungeon entrance.

“Oh my….what are you two…put some clothes on!”

Lothar had covered his eyes with his hand, completely in shock.

The orc chuckled, letting go of you completely. Your legs buckled underneath you and you stumbled forward, slipping off his cock and falling to the ground.

You heard the jingle of keys before they were tossed near you, sliding on the stone floor.

“I was coming to let him out. He can thank his chieftain. I’m just…I’m going to go,” Lothar said, rushing out of the room.

You laid on the floor for a moment. Too exhausted to move, too embarrassed as well. You could feel the orc’s cum leaking out of you onto the stone. You would’ve fallen asleep right there if it wasn’t for the voice of the orc pulling you back to reality.

“Are you going to lay there all day or are you going to let me out, my sweet mate?”

[luiluvr]

treacherous || luigi mangione

genuinely spent so much time pondering how to write this out, thank you to the anon who sent the request i really love how it turned out :,) also in my head luigi loves taylor swift, hence the ending mwahahaha

WARNINGS: none, fluff, a moment where luigi snaps from stress, f!reader, kinda (not really) proofread

SUMMARY: After being freed from prison, Luigi has plenty to catch up on and he tries his best to reply to letters from supporters, but between keeping up with them in a timely manner, having a new girlfriend and other things he’s trying to do — he snaps at you.

WC: 2.1k

It had been over a year since he walked free. Through thick and thin — it had been endless hours of pondering, worry and prayers to a higher power; unsure if they were even listening. By some miracle, the verdict fell on the courtroom like an angelic tune: “not guilty.” His legal team had spent so much time in understanding every aspect and working through so many kinks that they encountered. But they did it.

It was you he found in the midst of it all, an escape from the hells he suffered through, when he saw you, when he read your letter – he felt like he had found heaven. There was something about you that fascinated and intrigued him. He impacted you equally – the male’s image, what he stood for… Something almost revolutionary that somehow united a split nation. Your heart ached every time something new was revealed about his case, the way he had been treated was diabolical. A disgrace to the country – to the world – to the people.

Strong as a tree he stood, resilient and kind despite his circumstances. Even behind bars – he was such a darling before it all happened. You always believed in his innocence. The mere thought of support made his heart cheerful, even in the strange, various ways people expressed it. He was proud to bring people together.

So, now that he sat in the comfort of his own home, still haunted by the memories of the life he endured inside that prison – he kept a smile on his face and continued to spread positivity, more than happy to keep in contact with those who showed him nothing but love in a time of pain. It was difficult to write back to what seemed like over a thousand different letters, but he kept persistent and worked diligently day in and day out to be sure everyone received a response from him. He was writing a letter back to a mother, to whom he pondered his reply for a few days now. It troubled him more than most letters normally would, considering these types were always heartbreaking. The ways the healthcare system treated families was so dehumanizing. It was a sad reality.

He wasn’t all for the public eye and attention on him, he never was – he appreciated it nonetheless, he would never not be grateful for people caring. It was a rocky process, getting out so many responses. Sometimes he’d get a bit stressed because of it. Today was one of those days, he had a major hand cramp, a slight headache on the left temple and a sudden stump. His fingers trembled, causing a shake through the pen he jotted with; a cramp in his back made him sit up straight forcefully and he glanced out the apartment window – a little break for his eyes.

When sense finally sunk back in and he focused on the paper, you had walked back in from running a few errands. Luigi had been so indulged in keeping up with his replies for weeks. It became a little annoying for you, not necessarily because you needed his attention – okay maybe you did; but all he did lately was write. Day in, day out. He tried not to overwhelm himself with anything else so it didn’t disturb his thought process while reading then replying to letters. Perhaps tonight you would cook something for him, and he could take a break to talk with you. His routine was just: wake up, clean up, read through letters, have lunch around noon, then he’d start responding to all of those letters he spent reading during the morning. He’d grab a snack for dinner or order out for you both, and still be writing.

Sure, his dedication was endearing, however it could be too much on you. It felt like your partner had just become another person in the house rather than what he was before he decided: “I think I’ll start replying to all of those letters.” 

“Hey Lu,” you said softly as you hung your keys on the hook by the door, kicked off your shoes and sat your bag on the couch. He doesn’t reply, just hums something as he writes. You sighed and carried the bag of groceries to the kitchen, then sat them on the counter. “I’m cooking dinner tonight, so we can sit together and eat. Maybe you can tell me about your letters?” You smile, placing some refrigerated things in their place; and all you’re met with is a nod from the back of his head. Shaking your own, you slowly pad off to the bedroom. You had been ready to shower since you got up, while you were out, you went to the gym. 

After, you winded down. Drying your hair carefully, applying skincare and dressing comfortably. Maybe an hour went by – you weren’t entirely sure. You stand, sliding into your fuzzy slippers and emerging from the bedroom, no surprise that Luigi’s still sitting there silently. “Hey, I’m gonna start cooking now, I know it’s a little early but I was thinking we could have a movie night.” 

No response … You continue on with what you please. 

He was hyper-focused on making the best response, and all he heard was the nose you were making. Clanking a pot or two, rustling food packages, popping oils, every sound sinking into his ear drums and driving him nuts. Accidentally, you dropped some tomatoes, they were just the small cherry ones. “Shit,” you muttered, they rolled around and scattered. Luigi rubs his temple. When dinner was finished, you were so content with it, you glanced over at Lu. “I’m done with supper, are you ready to eat?” ...  “Luigi.”

Silence. “Babe.”

Nothing. Again. “Luigi,” You call, and he turns, staring at you. He then rises up, comes over and picks up the plate you were holding for him. “Mhm.” He hums and walks back off to the desk. Like getting a toddler’s attention – the casual span of a gnat of course, Luigi plops back down in his chair and eats while reading another letter. You dine alone at the table, quietly. The only sound to flow throughout the room is the gentle scrape of the silverware on the plate, or small swallow. You offer Luigi seconds, but he denies. So, you take his plate and begin cleaning up – normally he would assist with that, or do it himself if you cooked; alas, tonight he wouldn’t.

Your hands are rushed over by warm, soapy water as you scrub the plates, the silverware, the pan and pot you used. Then carefully wiped down the stove, the countertops and the table despite you being the only one who sat there tonight. You were able to sit down, just let out relief knowing that was all set and done – in the corner was Lu, writing again. After dinner you guys would relax on the couch and watch a series or movie together, soak in life. He was able to enjoy breathing freely again when he’d sink into the cushions and throw pillows – wrap his strong arm around your side as you lay your head on his broad chest, your serotonin bursting out as you burrow in his embrace.

It's the opposite, you don’t lean into anyone, no extra warmth, no company, just you, the couch and the black TV screen you hadn’t turned on yet. You wanted to wait, perhaps he’d change his mind tonight, he’ll set everything aside and come to you. Tuck himself behind your body as he cradles you into his side, cover both his and your legs with a fuzzy blanket, pet your hair until you eventually fall asleep right there so he’ll carry you to bed.

Not tonight.

You take yourself back to bed after TV time – if you even consider it that. The TV stayed on mute as to not disturb your boyfriend’s intense writing session in the corner of the apartment. It only bothered you somewhat. 

What finally tipped the iceberg was waking up at 2 AM and finding the illuminating light from a small lamp on his desk still on. His eyelids droopy, his pen hovers over the page hesitantly, shaking ever so slightly. Luigi was one blink away from passing out.

“Lu, come to bed will you?” Your voice replies gently – there’s no visible reaction from the male. “Luigi,” you repeated. He draws in a breath, sitting up, his back cracks quietly, causing his face to contort in a reflection of mild discomfort. Being hunched over the desk all day is equally worse to being hung over a laptop or phone all day. Which he normally was against doing to himself. He cut a connection with electronics at a certain point in his life, and he swore it was one of the greatest things he did to help his mental and physical health. Now here he is, sleep deprived and ruining his posture simultaneously 

“Please come to bed, you look so exhausted.” 

He tilts his head and continues to write (what you’re assuming is) a new letter. You just missed him, you wanted to cuddle to sleep and know he was there in the bed by you as you close your eyes and let peace swallow you whole. Your heart aches to be without him – even if he is there. You love him too much. 

“Luigi, babe–” “Oh my god, don’t you see that I’m trying to write these letters?! Just shut up for five seconds, I’ll go to bed when I’m ready!” He snaps at you, the tiredness is clear as day on his face. Normally his skin is a gentle tan, slowly losing its color – going pale again. HIs eye bags were saddening and as you stared in disbelief that he snapped at you like that. It’s truly painful to you. You understood he was busy, overly stressed trying to respond to more letters than possible every day. He needed to slow down though. He was driving himself crazy by not sleeping enough and not socially interacting only through letters.

He sat silent after his little snap, he sighs as immediate guilt crept over him and he looked at your expression. Never used to that, he never gets angry or upset with you, he always talks it out slowly, genuinely, lovingly. He had no idea what came over him, but now – staring at you – his beautiful, tender-loving girlfriend who he probably just startled by yelling at – was eyes-wide and arms folded. 

“Baby, I’m so, so sorry – I didn’t mean…” His apology is delayed when you walk off to the bedroom. He rubs his aching face, then combs his fingers through his curls and stands – finally. After hours. He swallows a lump in his throat as he makes his way back to your shared room and leans against the doorframe. “Look, baby…”

“I don’t want to talk to you, Lu.” Your voice is muffled by the way you lay against the pillow – facing away from the door. “Look – I didn’t mean to snap at you okay? I’m really stressed right now… That’s not an excuse though, I should never yell at you, bellissima.” He murmurs, sitting beside your feet at the edge of the bed, his weight sinks the mattress awkwardly. His hand reaches out, lanky fingers wrap around your leg and he gives it a squeeze through the fabric of your pajama pants. When you don’t respond, he clenches his jaw, he has no idea what to do other than to give you attention. He should’ve done it before, never ignored you, he felt horrible.

“I’m so, so sorry princess.” He whispers, crawling up on the bed behind you. He snaked his arms around your waist, his breath heats the side of your neck as he begins peppering kisses right there. All he knew was he wasn’t letting either of you go to bed until you were happy again. He squishes your back against his front. “Dolcezza,” he sighs, “Please talk to me.”

You shake your head slowly, he kisses your jawline. “You’re my princess,” his breath tickles your skin. “I’m gonna make time for you, I shouldn’t prioritize anything else in the world over you, my love. Even cheesy letters.” He says, you turn onto your back and he immediately grins, the corners of his lips turn up, his cheeks blush every time he sees that pretty face of yours. He inches towards you, resting his chin in the valley between your breasts, harmlessly.

He flaps and flutters his big hazel eyes, those flawless lashes – like a new puppy. “Oh fine, you big baby.” You smile, but his smile’s brighter. He leans up and plants his plump rosy lips against yours. “So treacherous.” His eyes meet yours again.

You squint and raise a brow, “Was that a Taylor Swift reference?”

“Maybe.”

“You actually like Taylor Swift!”

“All too well.” He says cheekily.

[gvshing]

𝔸𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣!𝕍𝕚

(Co star! Vi more specifically)

m.list 3.7k words

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ꨄ︎ You were cast to be in a highly anticipated romance/drama movie next to Vi. You had been having a dry spell with getting cast so when you found out you got the part you were elated. Jumping up and down and squealing into the phone, squeals stabbing your manager in his ear. Your manager pulled the phone away while you loudly celebrated. “You’re going to be working beside Violet.” You stopped screaming almost instantaneously. “What? No. She’s too good. I’ll look bad next to her. Tell them never mind, they can give it to Kiramman;” You fall back on the couch and splay out exhaustively. “She's a way better actress than me and will do the part justice anyways. It would make more sense for them two to be in a movie like that together. Ugh, I’m sorry. I wasted everybodies ti-” A loud sigh cuts you off. “You’ll do great. Don’t beat yourself up. They wouldn’t have hired you if they didn’t like what you had to offer. Besides, I don’t think she auditioned. You did. You got this role with your talent. You’re deserving.” Blowing hair off your face, you nod as if it could’ve been seen. “You’re right.”

ꨄ︎ Table readings were set for the next week. You were buzzing with anticipation. What if you didn’t do good? What if you and Violet have bad chemistry and you aren’t able to give the same performance as your audition? You can’t handle disappointing anybody. Arriving at the table reading made the anxiety heighten. Being in the large gray building made everything feel too real. You sat around the round dark table. You were early, maybe too early. You were supposed to have been there at 10, it was 9:30. In your worry of being late, you end up one of the first people. Other than the casting director setting up the scripts and other miscellaneous things, it was just you. You pulled your phone out, nervously scrolling through various social media. The door swings open, stealing your attention. You switch your screen off, gazing up at the new person. Trailing up the figure, past the black jeans that clung desperately to her legs and past the loose red shirt hanging, you meet Violet in the eyes. You had never met her; just seen her in a lot of films. Your palms become sweaty and your breath is catching in your throat. You blink away the nerves and stand up to introduce yourself. Stopping short when you see her look your way. Her lips quirk into a half smile, eyes darting up and down your figure. She extends a hand and walks towards you. “I'm Vi. It’s nice to finally meet you.” You discreetly rub your sweaty palm against your jeans and shakily grasp hers. Hastily, you end the handshake as quickly as it begins. ”Yeah, you too… I love your movies, I'm excited to work with you.” Vi smiles softly. You move to sit back down and Vi’s voice stops you momentarily. “Can I sit next to you?” She questions. Your eyes widen and you hesitantly nod. “Of course.”

ꨄ︎ The first table reading goes better than you imagined. You stutter a few times but you eventually find your rhythm. Letting the art of acting take you away and pushing your nerves to the back of your head. Vi does amazing as you assumed she would. A few times you’d be reading off the script, not quite knowing your lines as it’s your first time reading through the whole script. You got it when you initially were hired but you weren’t sure you were going to keep your job if you fumbled the table reading. You didn’t want to get committed to something that was still potentially up in the air. Weirdly enough, Vi’s presence eventually became comforting compared to the anxiety you had when you first realized you’d be working alongside each other. Everytime you stumbled over your words, she’d smile softly at you and send you an encouraging thumbs up, or grinning at you in the most comical and yet endearing way she could muster, so wide her eyes were practically shut. The table reading was supposed to last 4 hours but everybody was getting caught up in different ways to do the scenes and conversation. Everybody seemed to have fun and you couldn’t have asked for a better first table reading. It ended up lasting 6 hours; you walk out the double doors at 4:30. You left the building with a sense of pride in your chest, a sense of newfound confidence. You were excited to be in this movie with all the wonderful casting and excited to work with one of the most notable actors in this day and age thus far. On the way to your car, your ears finally tune into a noise coming from behind you. “Hey! Wait! Ugh-” A loud thump followed by a groan sounds from the person. Frantically turning–panic filling your chest–you see a groaning Vi collapsed on the ground. You gasp and set your belongings down before rushing to her. “Are you okay?” A choked laugh exits your throat. Vi hoists herself up on her hands and knees, eyes flicking up to meet yours for just a second. “I’m okay. That’s so embarrassing.” She begins to stand up, your hand outstretched to offer help. She hesitates, gazing up at your hand and hunched body towering over her. She sighs and slaps her hand into yours before pulling herself up. “Sorry… I was just wanting to swap information. I figured if we’re going to be working together we should be able to contact the other. And then I fell.” You cough, covering your inappropriate laugh from escaping. “Yes, we should do that.” You start walking back over to your car where the abandoned bag lies in a mountain of fabric. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re not bleeding?” Vi seems to not have considered the possibility of her getting hurt and starts inspecting the places she could’ve scraped. You snort at her lack of concern for her wellbeing. Rummaging through your bag you pull out a piece of paper, pen and car keys. “I’m unscathed.” She says matter of factly as you pull out the trove of necessities. You scribble down your number and hold it out to Vi. “Be careful. Here you go.” Taking it from you, she stares at the slip of paper, slightly crumpled in her hand. Tossing your bag into the now unlocked vehicle, a final goodbye is given and you’re out.

ꨄ︎ With the table reading going as well as it did, the director was more than ready to get rehearsing moved to the set. As excited as you were to be a part of the production, you were still nervous. Nervous that something would go wrong, nervous that the filming wouldn’t go as good as the rehearsing did. You tried not to think too hard about it, but it was hard when you were spending a majority of your time in that dingy dark set. A lot of the scenes were taking place in a musky apartment. Vi was a great scene partner, she definitely made it easier to do the scenes but, even she could notice the nerves radiating from your body. Having a hard time remembering your lines or markers on the ground, not talking loud enough to then talking too loud, missing cues, you were a mess. She would pull you to the side during one of the 5 minute breaks and interrogate you. Her hand grasping onto your upper arm, holding you in place from running off. “Are you sure you’re okay? You seem a little… I’m not sure. Off, I guess?” You sighed and stared just past her at the fake brick wall. “Yeah, no. I’m good. Just tired.” Vi leaned over to be in your eyesight and raised an eyebrow. “You’ve said that every day. Look, I enjoy doing this job to you. I do. But, you’ve gotta put your all into it. If I'm noticing you’re off, so will the viewers. I’m here if you need to talk.” You nod, casting your eyes down and away from her pale blue eyes piercing through you. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m nervous that I’m going to drag you and everybody else down. You all are such amazing actors and I don’t want to dis-” She shakes her head quickly, cutting you off. “You’re going to do great! Don’t worry about anyone else.” You nod solemnly, giving her a small smile of appreciation. After the break, you’re standing back in that dark apartment setting. Patiently waiting to hear that daunting ‘Action!’ signalling for you to begin. Vi stands just outside of the door to the apartment, waiting to storm into the room. Her words rattled around your head. Taking a deep breath and steadying yourself, the director yells out the magic word, and you throw yourself into the character.

ꨄ︎ After a good take, Vi comes leaping over to your figure. “You did great, doll!” A coy smile spreads across your features. Her hand goes up, and you join hers in a high five that echoes against the walls. “Thank you, I was thinking about what you were saying. Figured If I didn’t want to let anybody down, I should not let myself down first.” Vi slaps a hand against your back, “Atta-girl!” she boasts.

ꨄ︎ Filming goes better than you could’ve imagined after that. With Vi by your side you feel confident. Ready to tackle any one of these scenes that were written in the script. Your stomach no longer churned on the way to set everyday. You no longer overthink the day while getting makeup smeared all over. Your heart no longer beats against your chest every second of the work day.

ꨄ︎ Vi would send encouraging texts in the morning before work began and texts applauding the hard work you did at the end of the day. “You’re gonna rock the day!” “You did great today!” “Good luck on that scene today! It’s gonna be hard but I know you’ve got this.” “You were amazing! Is it weird to say you do a great job at crying on command? Well you do.” “Excited to work with you again today!” “You looked pretty in that dress today.”

ꨄ︎ You stop by the cafe that’s on the way to set every morning and become the ‘coffee grabber’. You balance two drink holders filled with different coffees and one tea the few blocks it takes to get there. Vi isn’t much of a coffee drinker so you opt to grab her a tea with lots of honey in it instead. It’s got to be 50% honey with how much she asks for. Eventually more coffee is added to the order as people grow more comfortable with everybody on set and decide they DO in fact want something. At that point two more drink holders are needed and you have to either bring a cart with you to tote them to set or make two trips. Not having the time to make two trips or wanting to wheel that rickety cart all the way to set and back, you beg for Vi’s help. Vi agrees to start coming with you to help after you promise to get her a muffin every time she comes to help. You could’ve asked anybody else but you didn’t want to bother anybody with it and honestly, you enjoyed spending the extra time with her. She also would’ve done it without the begging or promise of the sweet, but she found it amusing to see you pout for her help of all peoples. Oftentimes, you two are walking onto set cackling at whatever stupid joke one of you made, or wacky thing you saw somebody do on the way in. The rest of the cast could tell when you both arrived 2 minutes before you actually walked into the door because of how loud your chuckles echoed against the narrow hallway leading into the makeup area.

ꨄ︎ When articles about being seen ‘getting close’ start circulating after your early morning cafe runs, you send a link to Vi captioning it, “can you believe this 😭”. Vi was used to invasive articles being written about her, but this was one of the firsts written about what you do in your private life and not anything to do with whatever project you’re working on. “Sadly I can.” is all she replied to it. Vi didn’t really ever give those articles the time of day, but this one made her chest flutter. You guys were getting closer, that wasn’t a lie. And deep down she knew she felt more than just a friendly way towards you. She enjoyed working with you more than she did with anyone in the past. It was easy to work together, the chemistry you both had on camera and off was undeniable. Not much thought was put into it on her side though. She knew that once filming was wrapped you would either be friends still or you wouldn’t. And she’d deal with whatever she’s feeling then. But right now the job was her main priority.

ꨄ︎ You weren’t oblivious to the way her gaze lingered on your lips after a tense scene was finished. In fact, you were hyper aware of it. Typically when you filmed a scene like this, your co-star would say ‘good job!’ and then be off doing their own thing. But not Vi. She would stay glued to her spot, eyes tracing over your features. You flash her a wide smile and jaunt over to her. “You good?” Vi shakes her head, seemingly snapping back to reality. Her eyes meet yours and a spark flashes through them. The corners of her lips quirked up. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good.” Her thoughts racing, had you noticed her staring? Had you noticed that the lines between her and her character were starting to blur? You hold out your arm, signalling for her to link arms with you. You gesture to the snack bar, in hopes she’ll accompany you. Following your lead she links her arm around yours.

ꨄ︎ More and more dating allegations start popping up. “Seen getting up close and personal at the bar??” “Candlelit dinner??” and other ridiculous clickbait articles litter your google homepage. A bubbling begins in your chest when any are brought up. Your heart starts beating throughout your whole body, practically vibrating with an unidentified emotion. Vi and you share glances, laughing it off, an unspoken agreement to not acknowledge it is shared between you.

ꨄ︎ Vi’s feeling disappointed as filming comes to an end–not that she’d admit that, out loud or otherwise. She’s come to enjoy her work days. She’s been on some shitty sets before. Worked with casts that she despised, sets that were falling apart, and directors with a stick up their ass. Working on this new movie isn’t perfect. It’s pretty fucking close to it in her eyes though.

ꨄ︎ As wrap day approaches, Vi goes out of her way to be next to as much as she can. When neither of you are actively filming anything, you can bet your ass she’s lounging around you or pressed directly against your side. You notice. She’s not being as slick as she thinks. You test it after the third time of her almost walking into the bathroom with you. She stands next to you, leaning against the wall scrolling on her phone. Her figure seems so large pressed up against the wall, legs haphazardly thrown over each other; It looked like she could be swept on her ass if you kicked her leg with the slightest tap. She looked otherworldly with the slight glare of the studio lights, the shadows highlighting her. Her beauty truly was contradictory. Getting up from the makeup table, you stride across the room over to the snack table. Just like you expected Vi stands up and quickly follows behind. You don’t say anything, just continuing scanning the snack options. Eyes mulling over various types of granola bars and bagels. You shrug as if you can’t decide and start to walk back to your original seat. Vi immediately mimics your movements. She takes a seat next to you, right where she had been. You smile at her softly, cutting off the giggles in your throat before they can fall out. She looks up at you, eyes squinting in confusion. “What?” Her eyes dart to the floor and back to you. A small laugh emits from your chest, head shaking back and forth. “Nothing. Nothing, I promise.” She side-eyes you before going back to her phone.

ꨄ︎ Closer and closer to the final filming every day. Vi started pulling small ‘jokes’ around the set. Certainly distracting herself from the project being over. Tapping on shoulders and then moving to the other one, popping out of corners yelling ‘Boo!’, kick me signs on people's backs and other small pranks. Sometimes though, they would make zero sense. Making you a cup of tea and then putting splenda instead of normal sugar. It didn’t matter either way, it sweetened the tea that’s all you wanted. She found it hilarious, dying at her own joke. Gasping for air and grasping her sides in pain.

ꨄ︎ A month after the movie is finished and Vi still texts you encouraging words. “Good luck on your day.” “How did that audition go the other day? Good I assume.” “Have a good day, or else.” sometimes they’re slightly threatening, though you’re not sure if she’s meaning to come off threatening. It was sweet. You both text almost every single day. It was a little unexpected. You didn’t usually get this close with other coworkers. And as far as you know, neither did she. Hanging out at least once a week was detrimental to her. “Friday? I’m free.” “Saturday? I’m also free that day. Say a day and I’ll make time.”

ꨄ︎ Interviews about your guys’ new movie were… chaotic, to say in one word. It was really Vi and you laughing together and slapping each other's shoulders in excitement while somebody asks you questions every now and again. At times you felt bad that you couldn’t give them the attention you promised, answer the questions without going on a 2 minute tangent with Vi. But as the interviewers cackled alongside the two of you, as the PR and marketing managers were raving about the success of the interviews a sensation of accomplishment trades its place.

ꨄ︎ At the premiere, you had seats directly next to each other, you arrived together, and all the pictures of one of you had the other in it. There was no escaping it.

ꨄ︎ Neither of you chose to confirm or deny any dating rumors. Whether they were true or not, it's none of anyone's business. Though they were true, sometimes the articles were so ridiculous. The fat heads all of those ‘journalists’ would get if you confirmed to be dating would drive anyone insane.

ꨄ︎ When trying to be mysterious about your feelings for Vi you didn’t do a great job. Falling into a sour mood anytime she mentioned another girl, replying instantaneously to her messages when both you and her knew it was hard to get hold of you via texts most of the time, or when you’d stare at her plump lips while she rambled about something or other. Imagining you were tracing the scar that inhabits the height of her slightly chapped lips. You were zoned out, too busy thinking about what it would taste like to kiss her. She knew you were zoned out, she realized a long time ago. The heat filling her chest and butterflies fluttering in her stomach had her continue rambling. If she stopped talking, you stopped looking at her like that. Like Vi painted the sky and placed the ground you walked atop.

ꨄ︎ First dates were hard. For everyone. But especially Vi. She wasn’t sure what she even enjoyed doing half the time. She went to work, she went to the gym and came home. She didn’t have the time for hobbies, not anymore at least. So where the fuck does she take you? She googles it over and over trying to think of something. She could ask somebody for advice but she wanted to do it on her own. If she can’t even plan dates how the fuck could she be a partner in life? She refused to ask anyone for help on this one.

ꨄ︎ She ends up doing the basic idea she was trying to avoid. Anybody could do the typical dinner and a movie date. That’s like THE date. She’s not overly cocky about this idea, but she knows that she’ll get better at planning dates. Sitting down at a restaurant that has maybe 2 other customers in the building, a random american diner in the corner of a strip mall, she stutters out an awkward compliment. “You look… You look pretty.” an endearing smile grows on your face. The rest of dinner flies by and before you know it, the movie is beginning. Vi’s arm wraps around you and tugs you into the side of her. Her strong physique had just the right amount of softness and sturdiness for you to fall asleep halfway through the movie. You awoke as the credits were finishing rolling and the lights had been flashed on ages ago. Vi shakes your sleepy body ever so softly. “Psst. Wake up, the movie’s over,” Vi whispers into your ear and tucks loose strands of hair behind the same ear she had been cooing in. “Come on. I’ve got you.” She helps you sit up. Her eyes relax and she gazes at you as a yawn leaves your body. She watches you stretch up and catches the smallest sight of your midriff when your shirt raises with your arms. She feels herself getting dizzy and hot– looking away as the blush starts appearing dusting over her face and tips of her ears.

ꨄ︎ Vi’s thankful for the opportunity to work on that film, she becomes more grateful when she realizes it brought you together. The set of that grimy movie will forever hold a special place in her heart. Though she’d never say that part out loud.

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thank you for reading ;-; I was having a weirdly hard time finishing this, I'm sorry if it comes off as rushed :,)

[sweetbillwriting]

Only The Road Ahead

Chapter 1

Description: With many obstacles against him, Eddie Barrish has found himself fighting hard to get his life together and be a good father, but bad decisions and lies will always come for you, even if you look forward.

Character: AU Eddie Barrish, played by Bill Skarsgård in the movie Locked (2025). His daughter, Sarah, also has a part in the story.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, heavy themes.

Notes: New story! This one will also be a long one. Like many others, I fell in love with Eddie, and I hope I do him justice. It has heavy themes and isn't a story for everyone.

“Of course I want to get shitfaced!” Eddie laughed loudly with his phone pressed against his ear. He walked around in only his boxers. Tight, purple ones with an elastic in neon yellow. His skin was golden from hours under the sun on his building's roof, and silly tattoos dotted his skin. He dragged a big, tattooed hand through his bleached hair while laughing with his friend Damian and scratched his scalp lightly, itchy from some days of grease.

“No, no, it will not be any problem. I got a paycheck a few days ago, so it will not be a problem… I think I can even buy you a drink. A cheap drink,” he joked while opening the fridge. It was painfully empty even if he got 400 dollars on his account just two days ago. Having things in his fridge was never a priority; it was just when his daughter was there he would have bread, peanut butter, and jelly at home, but she hadn't been there for a few weeks. It was what he could cook. He took out a bottle of water and a box of cereal from the cabinet and ate them dry right out of the package. 

“Ehh… Can't we be at your place?” Eddie looked around in his apartment. You may believe his apartment was too messy, too dirty, or too small to take guests, but no, he wasn't that sort of guy. His apartment was small, but it was tidy and clean from stuff. He was not a collector, not a person who liked things lying around, especially not when his daughter was there. He liked it clean and simple; he just didn't want the guys to mess it up. 

“I haven't cleaned for weeks; it looks like fuck here. Yeah, literally!” He laughed and corrected his cock in his boxers. He sighed and dragged his hand over his face, unbothered that he just had it down by his unshaven balls. 

“Nice, man. Awesome. I'll buy you a Big Mac or something!” 

When Eddie had hung up, he sat down on his dark blue couch and shook out the round cereal flakes down into his mouth skillfully and flushed them down with the water. He needed to go out a bit; he had had too many days just at home, scrolling through social media and reading depressing news articles. He needed to get drunk and maybe pop a little colorful pill just to make the night even more colorful. He stretched out on the couch. Right then and there he didn't need to stress because the clock was just one, and the only thing he needed to do before going to Damian's was to take a run, buy some beer, take a shower, and then stop by McDonald's on his way down there. He could watch a series if he still had Netflix; the payment had maybe not gone through, or he could take a nap. He moved his pillow and cover to the couch and made himself comfortable. He didn't even start Netflix before he had made up his mind. A nap sounded nice. He slept four minutes later. 

××× 

“What the fuck, I don't owe you a burger! What the fuck are you talking about?” Eddie almost screamed out through his laugh to Arif. He had just thrown a wrapped burger to Damian from the McDonald's bag which made all the other three men look at the burger in jealousy. 

“Buy your own; it's just on the corner! For fuck's sake.” Eddie rolled his eyes, but Arif smirked.

“You don't remember you owe me 50 bucks from the night at Basement?” 

Eddie looked at him with big eyes and with his plump lower lip hanging. Some of the others laughed too. Eddie looked around at them and then threw one of his three cheeseburgers hard into Arif’s chest.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” 

None of them were rich, but Eddie was the only one of them who didn't have a steady income. He lived day by day and would sometimes have less than he thought, then the next week he’d have more and act like he had won the lottery. He wasn't stupid in any way, but he could never decide what to do with his life and what fights were worthy to take. He had been fired from the auto shop because he thought it was a good idea to fight about the fact that the boss ate while they worked while the others didn't get to do that. He realized after it had not been worth the fight at all when he once again stood without a job. 

“I saw Cassidy yesterday. Cassidy Lawson! You know, from high school?” Said Damian mostly to Eddie and Kai, who had been friends since kindergarten. Arif and Ricky had become a part of their little group through Damian, who worked with them in the town’s battery industry. Kai worked with cars, just like Eddie had, but at a service point for the town’s buses. 

“Cassidy?” Eddie looked up at Damian from his bag of fries with big eyes. His eyes were always big, though, but now they were at their widest point, looking more and more like two pool balls. 

“Yeah, she's in town, doing a job for the magazine she works for. She's fine as fuck!” 

Eddie threw the bag of fries on the coffee table, glided down in the orange armchair he sat in, and took up his phone from the front pocket of his light blue jeans. Instagram. Instagram. Instagram. He looked at Instagram too much and tried to stop, but now it was important. Shit, fucking Cassidy Lawson. 

“Hey, hey, hey!” Eddie could see the movement of Damian's tattooed arm before he snatched his phone from his hand. 

“Hey!” Eddie screamed back and sat up in the chair. “What the fuck are you doing, man?” 

Damian held his phone to his chest and looked at Eddie seriously. 

“I saw her first.” 

“What? What the fuck? No, you didn't! I wanted to fuck her already in high school!” 

“Me too!” 

“Fuck, you didn't! You didn't want to be close to anyone in the debate club! You just looked at cheerleaders and the slutty ones!” 

Damian looked at Eddie, annoyed at first, but then smirked.

“Sure, okay, but I saw her first now!” 

Eddie scoffed and stood up trying to take his phone from Damian, but Kai interrupted them with a loud voice. 

“Here she is! Cassidy Lawson! Journalist!” 

Eddie reacted at once, steering his eyes toward Kai, where he held up his phone with the girl in a baby blue bikini. Damian tried to stop that, but Eddie, with his long limbs, succeeded in snatching Kai's phone and looked at the girl with big eyes. She was hot. She had been cute and innocent-looking in high school, but now she looked like a beautiful, sexy woman. He clicked her profile pic decorated with a rainbow circle around it and got a loud protest from Kai, but he didn't care. The story was just from 35 minutes ago and filmed at one of the city's trendier bars—Opaline Bar. He had never been there; it was not really in his budget, but Cassidy Lawson was there. His eyes had been so wet looking at her in school. It was many times his sixteen-year-old self had become hard just by looking at her walk through the school’s hallways. 

“Opaline…” 

“We are not going there, Eddie! They will not even let us in!” Kai said and pointed to his face. The tattoo over his eyebrow saying “salty” made it hard for him to enter some places. 

“You can wait outside,” said Eddie with a smirk. “Just… please?” He said pleadingly to all of them. Arif sighed and rolled his eyes towards the other men. 

“Fine!” Said Damian. “Her friend looked hot. Let's check it out,” he said with a smirk when Eddie shined up in a dopey smile. 

××× 

Eddie and the other guys never thought it would be that easy to get an entrance to Opaline Bar. Kai didn't even need to try to cover up his tattoo. The only thing was that the entrance fee was 40 dollars, something Damian and Arif weren't prepared to pay. Kai and Ricky thought it could be an experience, though, especially when they saw the classy girls in high pumps. Walking home with such a girl would be a win. 

Eddie didn't really look at the other girls; he just scrolled through Cassidy's Instagram. She looked like that perfect girl next door and seemed intelligent with her book reviews and economical articles. She seemed to be something more than most girls around him. He put his phone in his jeans pocket when they were by the wardrobe. He didn't pull off his hoodie, though. Maybe it was smart to hide some of his etch-a-sketch looking tattoos in that environment. 

It was quite obvious to all three of them that none of them felt at home in the place before them. The walls had old-looking murals, and the furniture was all golden chrome and printed silk. Some low tables had big puffy pillows with tassels to sit on. It kind of looked like a modern harem minus the half-naked girls, to the boys disappointment. 

“I can get us something to drink… You can find a table… With chairs,” said Eddie, looking around. He was a bit affected by the beers he had been drinking at Damian's, so the 400 dollars, or now the 310 dollars he had in his account, felt like much more. 

The others were just pleased with getting a free drink and looking around at the well-dressed people and colorful drinks in their hands. 

Doubtfully Eddie placed himself in the corner of the bar. He didn't need to be loud to get attention by a bar counter because of his height, but here it was also quite empty, and a bartender with a high hair bun turned to him. 

“Ehm…” Eddie looked around at the booze and gave the drink menu next to him a fast glance before looking up at the bartender again. 

“Three beers.” 

“Sure. What kind? Ale?” 

Eddie shrugged his shoulders; he really didn't care that much. 

“Okay.” 

“Dark, light? Fruity? An IPA?” 

It wasn't like he didn't know what the bartender talked about, but he rarely could feel any difference between them. 

“You pick.” 

While the bartender poured up three beers for him, he looked for Cassidy. He couldn't see her and became a bit nervous. Had they paid so much to get in, and then she had left? 

“51 dollars,” said the bartender suddenly, and Eddie turned to him confused. At first he couldn't understand that he was talking to him. Three beers couldn't cost 51 dollars? The beer glasses standing in front of him were filled with a golden liquid reminding him more of orange juice than beer. He gave the bartender a confused look. 

“It's a NEIPA. You will like it.” The guy smirked at him like he was talking to a skeptical child, and Eddie gave him a strained smile back. He had said the bartender could pick. He paid reluctantly and took the three beers in his big hands. With long fingers it wasn't that hard to carry them all. 

His friends smirked, amused when they saw the beers, but didn't say anything. They understood Eddie had accidentally bought something pricey, and they wouldn't complain over that. Eddie also sighed loudly when he sat down, so they didn't want to ruin his mood more; he could get quite grumpy if you tried him too much. 

The beer wasn't that bad, and after having drunk half of it, Eddie finally saw Cassidy. Her black dress was short in a lacy fabric with long sleeves, while her hair was curled in that way all girls' on Instagram curled it. Eddie looked at her with big eyes while she leaned over the bar counter to make an order. 

“Isn't that your girl?” Ricky asked, and gave Eddie a look but didn't get an answer, but he could see it anyway. Eddie stared at her like she was a unicorn among brown horses. 

Eddie wasn't shy among girls, but he didn't really know how to smoothly get close. He knew he was quite good-looking; he was tall and had a charm many girls liked, but it wasn't girls like Cassidy he usually flirted with. On wobbly legs he stood up without saying anything to his friends and walked up to the bar, just a foot from her. She waited on her order, looking at the bartender mixing her drink, but she gave Eddie a fast look from the corner of her eye. He was tall; no one missed him. He looked down at her in the same discreet way, and after a few times he caught her stare and smiled playfully. Cassidy giggled and missed how her drink was placed in front of her, just to turn to look at Eddie up and down, amused. It was probably because he didn't fit in with his bright red hoodie and well-worn jeans, but maybe it was also because he was cute. He knew he was; now it was just she who should feel the same. 

“Shit, I kind of recognize you,” she said and seemed to take a closer look at his big eyes and plump lips.

“I think I recognize you too… Cassidy? Right? I think we went to school together?” He said it like he doubted it. Just when he said it, the bartender reminded her about her drink and distracted, she paid. Eddie looked down at her classic French-tipped nails and licked his lips. The bartender had destroyed his roll, and he wondered if he could continue with the same slickness. When Cassidy had paid, she took her orange cocktail in her hand and gave him a look up and down. She laughed a little.

“Oh my god! You're that guy that broke into the gym and got stuck there!” 

Eddie did a pained grimace because that story was not his brightest moment, but then he laughed with her. 

“Yeah, yeah, that was me and my buddy Damian…” 

Cassidy continued to laugh and continued to look at him up and down. Eddie couldn't read her eyes to see if she mocked him or if she actually was attracted to him, but he kept himself tall and pretended to not be bothered by her examining eyes. He was just about to ask her to sit down with him when her girlfriends started to shout at her, and Cassidy looked at him with a shoulder shrug. 

“Nice to see you, buddy,” she said before walking away to her girlfriends with a giggle. Eddie looked after her, stunned. He still didn't know if she was attracted to him and felt quite silly when he was left behind by the bar and even more so when he went back to his friends without buying anything. 

“No luck?” Kai asked while drinking Eddie's beer; he had already drunk up his own. Eddie looked towards Cassidy again and shrugged his shoulders, confused. 

××× 

After Kai and Ricky had drunk up the beers, it didn't really feel like they had so much of a reason to stay. It was too expensive to buy more drinks, and neither was the setting their kind of place. Eddie looked towards Cassidy a few times, seeing her laugh with two other women with similar style and vibe. He looked down at his tattooed hands and could see why a girl like her wouldn't give him a chance. Everyone judged the book by its cover. When they stood up, ready to go to a cheaper, more low-key place, Eddie felt a hand on his broad back, a petite hand wearing several golden rings. He looked back at the owner of the hand and met Cassidy's eyes a head lower than his own. 

“Are you going? I thought you might want to have a smoke with me?” 

Eddie looked at her, surprised for a few seconds, and then at his friends who smirked at him. 

“Sure, sure,” he said with a bright smile and slowly started to walk to the door with Cassidy's clicking heels next to him. 

“What was your name?” 

“Eddie. Eddie Barrish.”

Outside they stood side by side by the building's wall, she smoking a thin French cigarette while he blew on his vape. Further away stood Kai and Ricky smoking their own vapes, and on the other side stood her girlfriends, fiddling with their phones. 

They had talked a bit about high school and what happened with people. One guy who had died and a girl who already had six kids. Eddie showed some pictures of his own daughter Sarah, while Cassidy showed some pictures of her cats. 

“I think it's fucking impressive you work as a finance journalist. That's tough shit,” said Eddie with a kind smile. Cassidy giggled a little, embarrassed because Eddie had shown sides she hadn't expected from him. That he knew so much about politics, history, and finance she had never expected from a guy with bleached hair with visible roots. 

“Thanks… But what do you do for work?” She asked curiously. 

“I'm a model,” he said and nodded several times. Cassidy raised her eyebrows with a smile. He was tall and slim and maybe had that sort of trendy trashiness; she couldn't tell. 

“He is!” Kai suddenly said behind him, and looked between Eddie and Cassidy, excited. Eddie looked at him. Worry started to show in his face. He knew what Kai would do; he had done it before, but Cassidy wasn't the girl to appreciate the surprise. Kai took up his phone, searching for something while Eddie laughed unsurely, trying to find a way to tell Kai to back off without sounding like an asshole. Instead, Kai worked faster and pushed his phone in Cassidy's face. 

“Look at this, girl! Fucking impressive, right?” 

Eddie dragged his hand over his face in discomfort and sucked his vape like it was his inhaler.

“He’s an OnlyFans model.” Have you seen that cock?” Kai said, like an enthusiastic seller. Cassidy gave Eddie a look but then lowered Kai's phone so she could see better. Eddie looked down on the screen and saw himself standing in the middle of his living room, dressed in just a fake gold chain around his neck, while a brunette was on her knees in front of him. Cassidy could see every silly tattoo and also his ripped body, but the thing Eddie got most views for was his cock. Cassidy stared at the thick and long member the girl choked on. 

“Is it real?” She asked and looked between Eddie and Kai with big eyes. 

“Fuck, it's real! He just stuffs it down his pant leg all the time!” Kai laughed and shook Eddie's shoulder. Eddie didn't know what to say or do and just stared at his own naked self on the screen, leaning back his head in ecstasy. He didn't dare look at Cassidy because his profession wasn't really anything he was proud of, but it gave him money for rent and food and also child support. He actually had a talent he could get a salary from. When he looked up, he met Cassidy's eyes but also a white Colgate smile. 

“So, like… Do you live close?” 

××× 

They had taken a cab back to his place; it cost 28 dollars, but it was worth it because Cassidy had been on him the whole ride. Their kisses were hungry and messy, and her hand dragged over his crotch as much as she could. Maybe it was also why she let his big, tattooed hands creep in under her dress and hug her warm cheeks. He had a feeling it was his size that just made her interested in him, but he wished she also had been impressed by his intellectual side and his sweet ways, but it didn't really feel like it because she begged to see his cock as soon as they were up in his apartment. She wasn't interested in looking at the pictures of his daughter or the bike standing in the middle of the living room; she just pushed him down in bed and opened his belt and jeans like she was starving. Eddie didn't complain because she was a beautiful girl who obviously wanted him to fuck her all night, but he still could feel disappointment in a hidden chamber in his heart. He was just that OnlyFans model with a big cock for her. It wasn't like a girl like her would date such a guy for real. 

She stood on her knees between his legs while he lay in front of her completely naked. She still had her dress on while looking at his defined abs, poorly made tattoos, and golden chest, but she also looked at his cock. He was completely hard and stood up proudly just in front of her belly. 

“Oh my gosh!” She giggled, doubting if she even dared to touch it. Eddie smirked a little because even if he was disappointed, it would always be funny to see how girls reacted to his schlong.

“Take off your dress and touch me…” he said with a raspy voice and sat up on his elbows. She looked at him with red cheeks and wet lips, and then she did what he said. She stood up next to his bed and pulled off her dress, bra, and panties, and then she crawled up to sit over his thighs. 

“It's… It's fucking huge!” She said with a laugh and laid both her hands over her mouth. 

“I know. You can touch it.” Eddie took a loose grip around her elbow and shook her a bit so she would act, and after some seconds she dared to take his length in both of her hands. Eddie let out a deep exhalation and closed his eyes. Being with Cassidy was like being with any girl at that moment. He didn't want to confess for himself what he actually felt, but the true word would have been objectified. He was just a pretty boy with a big cock, nothing else. 

Cassidy sank down on his condom-dressed cock with a pained sound that got louder when he forced her hips down to meet his. She didn't succeed in taking him fully, though, and awkwardly she rode him, afraid that it would hurt even more. Still, like every other girl, she liked it. He let her ride him to her climax because he knew most girls were not ready for him to take the power the first time they met; they needed to take it at their own pace. He himself didn't come but pretended to do so. He was a porn actor; faking an orgasm with a condom on was easy; he didn't need to show any proof. 

Cassidy looked at him with a giggle after he had deposited the condom and crept down in bed again. She looked at him like she was in love, touching his body like he was the perfect man, but Eddie knew she would be gone the next day when she realized he wasn't. He was a poor, trashy, porn actor with a stolen street sign in the bathroom. She would be happy he used a condom while she ran from his apartment. Eddie followed her acting, though, and acted like a newly in love couple with her until she fell asleep. 

××× 

Just like Eddie thought, he was alone when he woke up. She hadn't left her number, not even a goodbye note. He didn't want to pout over some girl he didn't even know, so he was happier than he usually was that it was Wednesday. His day with his daughter. A year ago, he hadn't appreciated the time with her the way he did now. After an incident surrounding a car, he realized what really mattered in life, and the only answer was Sarah. She was eight now and bright and funny. He could easily hang out with her just as a friend, but he never forgot he was a dad, never again. 

He was thankful he hadn't been drinking that much the night before, and it wasn't hard to get out of bed, take a shower, change sheets, and make himself ready for the outside world. He would meet her at 2 pm at the school’s stairs. Earlier she had been used to him coming late or not even showing up, but that year he had been sitting and waiting on her in the grass just by the school gate. He wasn't like many of the other correct parents and still looked a bit like a teenager, but his daughter was never ashamed of him. Or not that he had noticed. 

He wore a pair of golden Ray-Ban Aviator knockoffs that sunny day with his white tank and dark blue track pants. It was hotter than he had expected, so the gray hoodie he had first had on lay in a pile on the inside of his door. Instead, he showed off well-built arms and silly tattoos while sitting in the grass by the school. Some parents looked at him with distaste, but he didn't care; he was just giddy to see Sarah again.

Two minutes later a group of children her age ran out from the school’s big entrance door; his girl was one of them, and she ran with a big smile towards him. He just stood up on his knees so he could pretend to fall when her little body attacked his much larger one. They laughed together in the grass a while until Eddie stood up, pulling her with him. 

“Hey, Lovebug,” he said teasingly and ruffled her hair. Sarah gave him an annoyed look and fixed her ponytails. 

“Don't call me that!” 

Eddie smirked, used to the protest, and looked towards the gate. 

“Ready to go?” 

He looked down at Sarah with a hand on her shoulder, but she looked towards a group with some grown-ups and kids. 

“I will just say goodbye to Miss Hani.”

Eddie nodded a little. He had met most of her teachers, beige-looking women in their fifties, and a few men in his own age with sweaters and well-trimmed beards. He looked around at the schoolyard while waiting with his arms crossed. He was hungry and hoped she would do it fast until he saw the woman she ran up to. She must have been a few years younger than him and shone just as bright as the sun. She was dressed in a white blouse and floral skirt, stopping just at her knee. She was beautiful. Or beautiful was an understatement; she probably was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She talked with his daughter kindly and fixed her messy ponytails for her before looking in the direction Sarah pointed. She pointed to her father, not bothered at all that he wore a washed-out tank top with track pants. Eddie looked back at them and met Hani’s eyes. He smiled a little embarrassed and lowered his gaze as soon as she had answered his smile. He felt his cheeks get warm, and staring down at the ground, he felt the shock and embarrassment take over. He really was blushing like a little boy. A little boy in love with the sweet teacher. After a while he dared to look up again and saw Sarah come towards him again. 

“Done?” He said stressed, like they had much to do, even if they never had plans. 

“Yep!” 

“So… That was Miss Hani? Is that her first name?” He asked bashfully, but Sarah didn't notice.

“Yeah, she's new. She’s nice.” 

Eddie nodded a little and then looked towards Hani, who laughed with another teacher. He wasn't prepared to meet her eyes again, and especially not to see her smile brightly, just towards him. 

“Yeah, I can see that… Very nice…”

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Notes From The Timeline: Songbird was (probably) not written for Nicole

Only a handful of you know this yet but over the past month or so I've been working on a big project involving putting together a comprehensive, sourced Oasis timeline with a focus on the shifting relationships dynamics between Noel and Liam. This is not even close to finished yet but as it fills out, I've been exploring some of the contradictions in the stories about them.

This particular theory was brought to me by @las-lus who noticed that the timeline on when Songbird was written vs when Nicole and Liam met was somewhat sketchy. Las hypothesised that despite claims in the press that the song was for Nic, it might have been written before they even met. I went on a deep dive to see if I could confirm or refute this and this is what I turned up:

Las mentioned this, and I found it to be the case too: as far as I can tell, there aren't any direct quotes where Liam himself said he wrote it for Nicole. They were together when the song was released and it seems like maybe the media made assumptions.

Songbird was released in 2002 on Heathen Chemistry. But, as is often the case with their songs, it was written a few years prior.

Liam wrote Songbird sometime in April or May 1999. This is when Oasis was in Nice, France, recording SOTSOG. (See the recording info on their SOTSOG Sessions album for these dates)

"I wrote it in France under a tree while we were doing Standing On The Shoulders. It's about a bird who sings. Took ten minutes. Only two chords. Not much going on. What's it about? What do you think it's fucking about? It's about me playing me fuckin' guitar..." (From Q May 2002, quoted here)

"I wrote that as a one off. We were in France. We had this massive fucking mansion doing our album. I went out one day, sat under a tree, had a bit of a biblical moment and that popped up and that was it." (From the Lock The Box video)

Nicole and Liam met in France, on 11 May 1999. She was there for five days with her band, celebrating and promoting the film they had just been cast in, Honest. I arrived at their meeting date by comparing the account in Nicole and Natalie's joint memoir, Together, with the date of the film's publicity shots at the 1999 Cannes film festival.

Since Nicole and Liam met in France, it IS POSSIBLE that Songbird was written for her. At this point, I went back to Las and said "Sorry, hon, I think it was for Nic after all. They met in France, he wrote the song there, it sounds like a Hot Summer of Infidelity track to me."

BUT.

THEN.

For unrelated reasons, I revisited Nicole's memoir a few weeks later, and this time I actually read it instead of skimming for dates.

And look I fully realise that she might be lying, but from her version of events, Nicole and Liam started seeing each other in July 2000, after he'd broken up with Patsy. The book is upfront about a lot of controversial topics, including Nic's sister getting together with her own partner while he still had a girlfriend, and the dust had well and truly settled on Liam and Patsy's relationship by the time it was written. Nicole tells the story of how they got together in a lot of detail, and I can't think of a reason for her to construct such an elaborate lie; I'm inclined to believe her.

According to Nicole, she saw Liam only twice during her stay in France. The first time they didn't talk. The second time they were at a friend's house, and she took him out for a drive on a motorbike.

On their first meeting:

"Liam said hello to Nat [Nic's sister] because he had met her, but he did not look at me once. He stayed away, kept to himself and the people he knew. He was intimidating, impossible to approach. I thought: if he’s not going to talk to me then I’m certainly not going to talk to him."

The next day:

"Dave has six four-wheel motorcycles and Liam wanted to go for a ride. "Take one of the bikes," Dave said. "It’s beautiful up in the mountains." Liam said, "I would, but I can't drive." "I'll take you," I said. Liam climbed on to the bike behind me and we set off up the rocky path. I could tell that he was nervous. For once he was not wearing glasses and a hat and I could see his face. He was cute, very cute in the daytime. Looking back, it was at this point I first felt drawn to Liam. He was shy. He was different, he was something new. The drive took twenty minutes and I swerved and braked and bumped purposely so that Liam had to hold on tight or fall."

Between their France meeting in May 1999 and Liam and Patsy's official split in June 2000, Nicole describes meeting Liam twice more, once in June 1999 and once in October 1999. The second time, she gave him her number and they flirted a little, although he didn't call.

"It had been five months since Cannes and I was frightened I might not see Liam again — I might not get another chance. And then I would never know what his feelings were, if he felt the same way about me. I looked around the room. I needed something to write on. I walked to the bar at the back and found a cardboard box. I ripped off a flap and asked a waitress for a pen. … 'Here's my number," I wrote, 'call me.' It was a big piece of card - the size of a shin pad. As I left, I touched Liam's arm and gave it to him. ‘That’s subtle,’ he whispered, but he was smiling. “Looks like half a tree.’"

Nicole says that about a month after this, in November 1999, her band received an invitation to the first night of Wembley. She attended the gig in July 2000 and this is when she and Liam finally got together. That's an entire story in itself, involving bizarrely performative kissing and some of the lost hours before the infamous second night of Wembley, but I'll save it for another day.

What I'm trying to capture, in broad strokes, is that Liam and Nic just did not have a relationship when Songbird was written. They weren't even really friends. At most, they had a mutual unvoiced attraction based on one real meeting, and didn't get together until a full year later. If Songbird were about pining for or crushing on somebody, I'd think it could be for her. But lyrics like "give her all the love she gives to me" suggest a relationship that's more reciprocal than that. Despite the widespread belief, I'm relatively sure Songbird is not about Nicole.

So. Okay. That's all the actual research I have. From here on out it's speculation. But you all know what I'm going to say. If the song was not about Nicole then... who? Could it be Noel? It's gotta be Noel. I mean. It could be about Patsy. It could be about an affair with someone else. But the lyrics fit Noel too perfectly for me to dismiss it. Noel has always been so effusive with his praise for it, the song has always been special to them both, and it's come up a lot in some of their less explicable fights with each other too. I find it hard to believe it's for anyone else.

But! Even if it's not for Noel, I think it's helpful to know the timeline of when it was written compared to Nicole's account of how her relationship with Liam developed. Because according to that, it seems very unlikely the song was written for her.