#where the fuck in my room am i gonna put this. i have no surface left

[upathosarts]

wtf revue of souls real (more pics below the cut)

[kaiawrites]

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES (halloween fic)

lando norris x f!reader

word count: 1.8k

prompt(s): “You okay? Your face is red.” “Yeah, I mean, yes. Totally, it’s just the weather.” & "Oh my god, your room is so dirty. How do you live here?" "If you're so bothered by it, clean it up." "Fuck off. I'm not your servant." "You act like one." "I. Said. Fuck. Off."

warnings: slightly creepy guy calls the reader a wh*re, minor violence/blood (just a bar fight), the rest is pretty fluffy

a/n: posting my 'once in every 3 years' post, happy halloween for the lando girlies! I haven't proofread this, so sorry for any mistakes

"Have you seen my black T-shirt, I'm sure it was here. I swear I saw it here," you heard Lando’s voice call out from across your shared flat. 

"Oh, the one that looked like a rag? Yeah, I threw it away," you replied as you continued drying off your dishes.

“What!” you heard Lando shriek. "You little shit, come here!" You snickered as an angry, shirtless, Lando stormed into your kitchen.

“Clam down Norris, I didn’t touch any of your shit I have no idea where your goddamn T-shirt is,” you laughed at the Brit’s unamused face as you put away the last of the dishes. “Come on, I’ll help you look for it,” you said, though you did not expect what you found when you reached Lando’s room. Rarely did you ever come into each other’s room; so you hadn’t seen it’s inside it a while. Clothes were strewn about on every flat surface, cups and plates you’d been missing for weeks scattered about and his bedsheets practically on the floor. No wonder he couldn’t find his stupid t-shirt.

"Oh my god, your room is so messy. How do you live here?" you laughed, your roommate glowering further at you. Clearly, he did not find you as funny as you found yourself.

"If you're so bothered by it, clean it up."

"Fuck off. I'm not your servant." 

"Well, you act like one, darling," now a teasing smile curling his lips.

“Then you can find your shirt on your own, Norris,” you said, giving him a bitter smile before exiting his room. You knew damn well there was no way you would've been able to find anything in his mess of a room. Anyways, you had to start getting ready too, since you were soon to be on your way to a Halloween party. Your costume was quite simple, just a regular red mini-dress and some devil horns on a headband, so it didn’t take you very long once you’d gotten your makeup down. 

“Come on Norris we’re gonna be late!” You called out, checking your phone for the time. In truth, you were already late, but you were about to be later than was acceptable if Lando didn’t come down soon. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long. Unluckily, however, it seemed that Lando had gone absolutely insane and dumped a gallon of glitter on his skin.

“Is that your costume?” You asked. Lando looked down at himself and nodded proudly, glitter falling off at the movement. “I thought you were being a vampire..?”

“I am,” Lando replied, a permanent proud and shit-eating grin on his face. “You know, like the ones from Twilight.”

“You’re going to embarrass me,” you said in exasperation.

“I know, that’s the point, love,” Lando replied smugly. “Let’s go now, you don’t want to be late, do you?” 

You rolled your eyes and followed him out.

———

Lando watched from the bar as you stumbled off the dance floor and looked around, a bright, dazed smile tugging at your lips when you spotted him. Jesus christ you were beautiful. Not that you weren’t always beautiful, Lando knew you were, but there were moments where you seemed more than beautiful. Moments like this one, where you headed toward him, the glistening of your skin reflecting the club lights, looking at him expectantly as you awaited his answer.

“What?” Lando said, breaking out of his stupor and nearly blushing at how he’d completely missed your question. You laughed at his confusion, before leaning closer. Lando’s heart skipped a beat, and for an imperceptible moment, he thought you were going to kiss him. But of course, the moment passed as you leaned into his ear, repeating your unanswered question more clearly. 

“Why aren’t you having fun?” you asked smoothly, revealing a faux pout as you drew back. Lando let out a chuckle.

“I am having fun, love,” he replies.

“No, you’re standing here watching the rest of us have fun,” you replied, matter-of-factly. “Come oooonnn, Norris, come dance with me.” Lando stared into your puppy-dog eyes, ready to give in and come make a fool of himself on the dance floor for you, before he was cut off by an unknown, and unwelcome voice.

“Forget him, I’ll dance with you,” the voice said, its owner getting far too touchy with you for Lando’s liking.

“Uhm, no thank you,” you answered, all your previous mirth dissipating into discomfort.

“Come on babe, I promise, I’m fun,” the evidently drunk man repeated, 

“I’m alright, thanks,” you said, refusing once more. The man didn’t reply this time, instead choosing to grab your wrist in order to lead you toward the floor.

“She said no, mate,” Lando cut in dryly. The man turned toward Lando, anger simmering beneath his stare.

“Look, you can drop the act mate, I’ve seen her whoring around all night, I know that’s not your girl. She’s free game,” he slurred.

“What did you just call her?” Lando spat. The guy laughed at what Lando could only assume the man thought was an empty threat. However, Lando didn’t give him a chance to retaliate.

“Lando!” you exclaimed as both men went down. The next moments were a blur of fists and bloodied faces, until Lando was suddenly pulled off the man by a security guard. He turned to see you looking all at once scared, worried, relieved and angry. Lando looked back down at the drunk guy, and he couldn’t help the self-satisfied smirk at the state he’d left him in, even as the security guard escorted him out of the bar.

———

“Are you mad at me?” Lando broke the heavy silence as you walked into your flat. You sighed deeply, turning around to face him for the first time since you’d been kicked out of the bar. 

“Of course not, just… promise you won’t do anything like that ever again. I mean, I know you’re an idiot, but that was even more stupid than usual,” you joked, hoping to lighten the mood, but Lando still stared at you, uncharacteristically unreadable.

“I can’t promise that, I would do it again if I had to.”

You stared at him intently, searching for any sign of Lando’s usual playfulness, but you only found earnest eyes and a clenched jaw. You averted your gaze, not knowing what to do with this uncharacteristic behaviour. Instead, you turned toward the bathroom, hearing Lando’s shuffling feet as he trailed after you. Rummaging through a drawer, you pulled out a first aid kit and turned back toward Lando to find him almost comically standing awkwardly in the doorway.

“Sit,” you said more harshly than you intended, gesturing toward the ledge of the bathtub. Lando heeded your command, silently taking a spot where you’d directed him. After wiping off the remainder of his face paint and glitter, you began by cleaning up the cut on Lando’s nose, soaking a towel with cold water and dabbing it at the cut. Lando flinched and hissed at the contact. 

“Don’t be a baby,” you chided with a chuckle, though there was no malice in it.

“I am not a baby,” Lando scoffed with a small smile. After cleaning and patching up the cut on his nose, you moved on to his split lip, hesitating a moment before bringing the towel to it. Lando’s breath hitched almost imperceptibly at the contact, but he didn’t wince this time. You focused on intently cleaning the wound, and once you were done, you set aside the towel. You turned back toward Lando to find his face tinged a bright red.

“Are you okay? Your face just got all red?” you inquired, looking him over for any sign of an injury you might have missed.

“Yeah, I mean, yes. Totally. It’s the, uhm, weather,” Lando replied, his voice breaking on the first word. You looked at him, deadpan.

“We’ve been inside for a solid ten minutes, Norris,” you stated.

“Well, y’know what I mean, it’s like, warm in here or something,” he rectified, his face somehow flushing further. A small smirk formed on your lips.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flustered, Norris,” you teased as you finished cleaning up the small cut.

“What? Flustered? By you?” He replied, his voice an octave higher and cadence a tad faster than usual, only proving your point further. You disposed of the gauze, turning back toward him and cupping his face in your hands. You smirked and raised an eyebrow at his widening eyes and ever-flushed face. “Okay, okay, maybe I am,” he admitted.

“And what are you gonna do about it?” You taunted him. Lando’s eyes searched your face for any sign of humour, but found only sincerity. With that, he leaned in, closing the remaining distance between the two of you. The kiss was slow and purposeful, free of any of the teasing which usually permeated all your interactions. This was something else, communicating a kind of sincerity your words could hardly convey.

“Thank you,” you added after parting from the kiss.

“What? For kissing you?” Lando answered with a chuckle. “‘Cause I can do it again.”

“For sticking up for me. It was dangerous and reckless and please don’t do it again. But thank you, still. I appreciate it.”

“Well, like I said, I would do it again. That fucker had it coming, messing with my girl.” He replied, brushing the pad of his thumb on your cheek.

“Your girl, huh?” You echoed teasingly.

“If she wants to be, that is?” Lando replied. You hummed, contemplating.

“If he takes me on a date, I might consider it,” you settled on, turning to exit the bathroom, though you didn’t miss Lando’s hushed, dragged out yes, and you giggled as you imagined him pumping his fist. He followed you out, and you both settled on the couch, seemingly in agreement to watch a movie. You tossed Lando the remote.

“Your turn to pick,” you said, as you had picked the movie last time. After a moment, Lando settled on a movie and pressed play. “A horror movie?” You inquired. “You’re terrified of those.”

“Am not!” Lando replied petulantly. 

“Yes, you are,” you laughed, doubling over as the first jumpscare of the movie made Lando jump in his place. He couldn’t help but smile at seeing you laugh, even if it was at his expense. In fact, he would gladly make an idiot out of himself every day if it meant making you laugh like that. And maybe Lando really was terrified of horror movies, but maybe he’d also purposely picked a horror movie so he’d have an excuse to his his face on your shoulder, and maybe, just maybe, you were glad he’d picked a horror movie because you too, wanted and excuse to keep him close tonight.

[iadoreneteyam]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request a miles 42 x reader where’s she has really bad eyesight and she misplaced her glasses after staying over at his place so she bumps absolutely every surface in the house so he’s just dying laughing and then helps her up and hands her the glasses, which were always in his possession.

Muy agradecida y gracias 💝

title: so not cool dude

character: earth 42 miles morales

type: pure fluff

request or not: request

status: unedited

a/n: I really hope you don’t mind that these aren’t in my usual writing form. If you do let me know so I can condense it down to that. Hope you enjoy!

“Wake up, mami” Miles kissed your cheek as you were released from your slumber. You smiled at him and he grabbed your face to guide you to his lips before you reach over him to the bed side table. Your smiled dropped as you felt around the general vicinity of where your glasses were meant to be. They were gone.

“Miles, I lost my glasses.” You told your boyfriend and looked at him seriously. Miles knew about your eyesight, of course he did he’s your boyfriend, but he didn’t always take it as serious as you did. “We’ll find ‘em in the minute, ight mami” Miles brushed off your concern and continued to attack your neck with kisses.

“This is serious. I legit can’t see without them.” You explained to Miles before pinching his sides with your nails to get him off of you. Miles sucked in his breath quickly and grabbed your hand. “Ow! Didn’t think you were into all that, mami, but I’m into whatever.” Miles stuck your hand in his mouth and bit your finger.

“Shut the fuck up and find my glasses!” You pushed Miles out of the bed and then shooed him off as a sign to hurry. “Uh-uh, mami. You want me to find your glasses alone?” Miles gave you a questioning look before getting down on his knees to search under the bed.

“Well, that’s not gonna cut it!” What you could make out of Miles grin is contagious but your smile quickly dropped when you felt Miles pull you out of the bed. “How am I gonna find my glasses and I can’t see? Please, baby just find them for me.” You were glad Miles started it off and held your hand so you could run your hands up his arm to eventually grab his face and place a kiss of his lips.

Once the kiss was done Miles pressed his forehead against yours and whispered to you “how ‘bout you help your sweet, caring and handsome boyfriend and stop being so dramatic.” Miles laugh boomed as you pushed him away and told him “I fucking hate you!”

Miles put his hand over his heart a pouted. “You wound me, hot stuff.” Miles abruptly sat on the floor which pulled you down with him. “Help me look under the bed, mami.” Miles’s entire body was practically under the bed, and to be honest, it was a funny sight from what you could make out of your blurred vision.

Your poorly stifled laughs is what caused him to pull his body out and ask “You laughing at me?” Miles narrowed his eyes at you but you could tell his tone was playful. A full smile broke out on your face before Miles stood up and looked down at you while you were still on the ground.

“I guess you can see pretty well then, huh?” Miles dramatically stomped over you and left the room. You tried your best to follow him out but the door frame got in your way. The minute Miles heard your head hit the wall he was back on the ground with you, not because he was trying to help you back up but because he was laughing at you.

Miles had his right arm holding his stomach and his left arm trying it’s best to make it’s way to your shoulder. Everything happened so fast Miles was absolutely wheezing claiming that he “gots to see you do that dumb shit again”

Miles quickly ran out the room into the living area with you trying your best to follow after him where it was evident that his mom made breakfast for you both before she left for work by the smell. Miles made his way to the kitchen where he jumped over some water his mother must have unknowingly wasted. He had seen the water but you hadn’t. As expected you were swiftly taken to ground by the water and Miles watched you go down.

“You okay, mami?” Miles tone was clearly genuine but his laughter made you second guess. You missed his hand when he reached it out to you which made him laugh more. “Shut up.” Miles quickly shut up and helped you off the floor. “Yes, ma’am” You decided to hold on to Miles extra tight so he couldn’t run away again. (which he wasn’t exactly complaining about)

Your faces were close and your tone was soft “Can you help me find my glasses, Miles? pretty please.” Miles placed a kiss on your lips once you finished. “Yeah” You were so focused on his eyes that you failed to notice him reaching in the back pocket of his shorts and pulling out your glasses. You let out a soft gasp when he waved them in front of your face.

Miles put them on for you and leaned in for another kiss. “No. You don’t deserve it.” You pushed Miles off of you before running back to his room and closing the door behind you. Miles rattled his door handle and spoke “C’mon you gotta admit it was funny.”

“These are way to expensive for you to be playing around like that.” Though he couldn’t see you he could practically feel you rolling your eyes at him. “I didn’t realize I was dating Velma, okay.” You heard Miles laugh from before the door.

“You are so not helping your case!”

[turcott3]

worst behavior

cole sillinger x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, arguing, smut: oral fem receiving, unprotected sex, hair pulling, overstimulation, slightest tiniest bit of fluff

positions fics masterlist

~this ain’t no game, won’t play with you. this time i know ill stay with you~

-

your eyes fluttered open to a room filled with sunlight. you stretched out and rolled over, running into something. you finally process what’s going on and look around the room, not recognizing a single piece of it.

“where am i?” you whisper, looking at the body next to you. an ohio state hockey player who’s name you vaguely recalled, but that didn’t matter because someone definitely saw you leave with him.

fuck.

“hmm.” you hear the boy groan next to you.

“good morning.” you say scooting away from him.

“morning beautiful.” he says opening his eyes and smiling at you, your heart almost fluttering at those words. cole never uttered them to you.

“sleep good?” you ask as he leans up on his elbow.

“i did, last night was incredible.” he says kissing you on the cheek. that’s when it all came flooding back. his gentlemanly gestures roped you in. he opened the car door for you, he was sweet, overall seemed like someone you’d actually want to be with. until you remembered that you had never betrayed your….. whatever it was, to cole.

“i’m gonna get a shower, you can stay here or raid the kitchen. my home is yours.” he says smiling at you.once the bathroom door shuts, you scramble to collect your clothes, putting them on, grabbing your phone, and sneaking out the door as quickly as possible. you had been fucking cole for a few months now and would never dare to betray your loyalty to him. he was like a drug to you, and you were addicted. not that he could say the same for you as much as you wished he would. you had no car and didn’t know where you were, but you couldn’t call cole, so you chose the next best option. adam.

“hello?”

“yes hey adam, so it’s a long story but can i send you my location? i don’t know where i am and i have no transportation.”

“yeah of course i can. are you okay?”

“yeah i just have a bad feeling that someone is gonna know about what happened and i really wanna just pretend it never happened. i’ll tell you in the car.”

“y/n it’s gonna be fine, don’t worry. send me your location and i’ll be there.”

“sent. thank you so much adam, seriously.”

“no problem, i don’t want you to get kidnapped or anything.” he laughs.

“thank you, bye adam.”

“bye.” he says and you hang up. what were you going to tell cole? you check and see only one missed call and two texts from him. everyday you hoped he would grow more desperate for your attention, but the day still never came. once adam arrived at your location, you get into his car and buckle without a word.

“so what happened?” he says putting the car back into drive and pulling off.

“i went to a party last night,”

“like the one some of the guys and i went to?”

“yes that one, and i guess i got drunk and came back with a fucking ohio state hockey player, but he was so sweet and nice and gentlemanly.”

“ohio state really?” adam asks.

“adam, that’s what you’re concerned about?” you say smacking him on the arm.

“hey that’s serious dude,”

“that is the least of my worries right now. what if cole finds out? someone had to have seen me leave with him.”

“has he called you?”

“yeah.”

“when?”

“like 2 hours ago.”

“he knows.” he simply states.

“i mean maybe he doesn’t.”

“check your voicemail.” he says going silent, you listened in and he didn’t go into specifics but he seemed angry.

“well shit, i’ll go see him tomorrow,” you say

“probably a good idea.” he replies, the rest of the drive was mostly silent. how were you supposed to make an excuse for this?

-

the next day came and you were terrified. once you arrive at his house, you step up to the door but before your knuckles could hit the wooden surface, it opens.

“look who finally decided to show up.” he says stepping out of the way so you could walk inside.

“look cole i-“

“i don’t wanna hear it.”

“what do you mean?”

“an excuse, so you’re gonna tell me what the fuck happened the other night.”

“well i-“

“spit it out.” he says stepping closer.

“why do you care so much?” you ask.

“just answer the fucking question.”

“fine. that night, i got drunk at the party, you would know bc you were there. you had girls surrounding you, this lovely guy came up to me. he was super sweet and respectful so i went home with him.”

“oh so you’re fucking him now too?”

“well i obviously haven’t gone back to him, nor do i have his number. is that what you want to hear?”

“no.”

“take me on a date, just once, and i’ll forget i even looked in his direction.” you begged. you didn’t want your time with cole to end. you never wanted it to if you could help it.

“i want you forget he ever even fucking existed y/n.”

“just take me out one time cole.” you beg, and his stance doesn’t change.

“did he fuck you good?” he says smirking, changing the topic.

“well it was okay, he was very sweet though. i love that in a guy, just pure sweetness.”

“so he didn’t fuck you like i do?”

“maybe he did.” you shrug, knowing it was a flat out lie.

“oh really?” he scoffs, grazing his hands around your waist, facing inching closer to yours.

“he could never come close to what i give you.” he says lowly, connecting your lips. instantly, you cave at his touch. your arms wrapping around the back of his neck. he bites your lip as he pulls away looking into your eyes. he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and carries you to his room, shutting the door and locking it behind him. he tosses you on the bed, immediately pulling your shirt off over your head and throwing it as he does the same.

“i just really like when a guy is sweet, you don’t understand that?” you say interrupting the tangible silence in the room.

“no i do.”

“sure doesn’t seem like it.”

“well maybe i can be sweet.” he retorts.

“ha sure you can.” you scoff as he walks over to the bad, towering over you.

“you just don’t get to find out right now.” he smirks, crawling onto the bed and attaching his lips to your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin. your hands find their way into his hair, tugging on hit lightly as you grew more and more anxious for him to get the ball rolling. he unclasped your bra with one hand and helps you out of it, tossing it across the room. he hooks his fingers under the bands of your underwear and he slides them down you legs quickly before removing his own underwear.

“you want me to fuck you baby?”

“yes, please cole.” you say practically in a whisper as he bends down, his tongue making contact with your dripping core. his tongue working in circles on your clit, his sheets now clenched in your fists. suddenly sliding two fingers into you, curling them causing your back to arch, a loud moan ripping from your throat, already edging a climax. out of nowhere, he pulls his fingers out backing away from you, sucking your juices off his fingers before crawling over you and kissing you sloppily.

“no please why’d you stop?” you whine.

“just had to get you ready.” he smirks pulling away, running his leaking tip through your soaked folds.

“you gonna be good for me pretty girl?” he asks.

“i am.” you say quietly.

“good.” he smirks before pushing into you without warning, a galaxy forming behind your eyelids, your legs hooking around his hip.

“fuck.” you say gripping onto his arms. his thrusts were deep and hard.

“so good just for me.” he grunts out in broken up speech. you open your eyes and lock contact with his, moaning uncontrollably as he hit the sensitive spongey spot deep inside you with each thrust.

“fuck cole oh my god.” you say, the only words you could possibly muster up. you were overstimulated in the best way, sex with cole was always amazing but he was really outdoing himself this time. he leans down, attaching your lips to his to silence your moans as your climax creeped closer and closer.

“god you’re so fucking hot.” he says locking eyes with you again, before you roll your eyes into the back of your head trying to hold off the orgasm that threatened to rip through your body.

“cole i-“

“do it. come for me.” he says and on queue you see stars, your body relaxing all the tightness it previously felt. he fucked you all the way through your high, thinking that was the end.

“you think we’re done here? i’m not done with you.” he says slowing down and pulling out of you, picking you up and tossing you onto your stomach. you raise yourself up in your hands and knees weakly, knowing exactly what he wanted. he places his calloused hand on your ass, using the other to help push himself into you swollen core.

“fuck.” you scream as his hips slam into you quickly.

“yeah you like that?”

“fuck yes i do.” you say, kicking back into high gear, his hips slamming into your ass, his thick cock somehow hitting deeper than before, stretching you out with each thrust. your arms give out and your chest hits the bed, arching your back to keep your position for him.

“god damn look at you.” he says, the smirk lining his voice. his hand reaches into your hair, gathering it around his hand as he pulls you back up, you arms barely holding your weight as he pulls your back closer to his chest until you’re flush against his front side, his other hand holding you up while his fingers found their way to your clit. you couldn’t conjure any words, your hand found the back of his neck as he grunts sweet nothings into your ear, feeling your orgasm approach once again.

“fuck cole i’m gonna come.” you force out. he lets go of your hair and you fall back onto your arms, your walls clenching around him.

“come for me, come baby.” he says and you do as you’re told once again, your arms shaking as he spills his seed deep into your cervix.

“oh my god.” you say as he pulls out of your overly stimulated core rolling you over, your legs shaking frantically. you’d never been fucked that good a day in your life and you were wishing you could feel it again already.

“so, does he fuck you like i can?” he asks again breathlessly and you shake your head quickly, not being able to speak up.

“use your words baby.” he smirks, climbing over you, his face a mere 4 inches from yours, his hair grazing your forehead lightly.

“he could never.” you say pulling his chain bringing him in for another kiss.

“let’s get you cleaned up.” he says smiling as you pull apart. typically, he says this and wipes you clean with a rag, sending you on your way so you didn’t expect much. he puts his boxers on and walks into the bathroom, soaking a rag with warm water before returning, wiping you clean gently. he tosses the rag into his hamper and hands you your lace thing off the floor and a blue jackets tshirt.

“cole wha-“

“no no, take it seriously.” he says and you take it from him hesitantly, pulling it over your head. careful, he removes your hair from the neck, and brushes it behind your shoulders.

“what’s all this?” you say, shocked that you were even still at his house.

“showing you that i can be sweet.” he smirks, pulling you by the shirt into a sweet kiss.

“i’m usually gone by now.”

“well maybe this time you should stay.”

“are you sure?”

“yeah why not.” he says leaning back on his head board, opening his arms for you to join him. you lay your head on his chest as your arm drapes over his body, his hand gently rubbing up and down your back.

“why have you never let me stay before?” you say looking up at him, breaking the silence.

“i didn’t know what you wanted from me, until today.”

“what do you mean?”

“i thought you just wanted to be around me for sex.” he shrugs, looking down at you.

“well maybe at first but it grew to much more than that. i don’t think i’ve ever regretted anything more than fucking that dude the other night but i mean to be fair i thought all you wanted from me was sex too.”

“it was for a while but feelings change you know.” he laughs slightly.

“so?”

“so what?” he asks obliviously.

“are you gonna take me out?” you say giving the man puppy dog eyes. he rolls his eyes laughing lightly.

“yes y/n, ill take you out.” he giggles, kissing you on the head. it brought you peace knowing that he had feelings for you too, but maybe you should be on your worst behavior more often…..

[milkzoro]

backrooms

warnings: MDNI, gore, sadism, dark content, surgery, blood, organs, fucking open wounds, non-con?

minors do not read. please look at warnings.

summary: a doctor does unnecessary surgery on you.

☆彡

“where am i.” your heart shook with each second passing by.

it’s so cold and the room smells thick, like mildew and cleaner, you were almost suffocating. endless hallways formulate as you’re running faster. was there really no end?

someone’s here though. you heard it, a voice calling out a number, “238,, 238?……… shit.” it echoed over and over again, what are these numbers?

the white walls and tiles didn’t seem bright at all, the lighting in the atmosphere was dim, lights flickering the deeper you went.

footsteps… rubber soles squeaked against the ground.

“238? now why are you out here by yourself, let’s get you back to your table.” he handled you with care, effortlessly moving you with him. you wanted to retaliate but was unable too.

the man, or… doctor?, towered over you. his presence scared you but something allowed you to make eye contact with him. his eyes glowed yellow. he was not smiling, there wasn’t any sort of emotion lingering in his face.

you felt tightness suffocating you,, moments’s like this were fabricating out of thin air. these tattered and dirty restraints, the doctor did not put these on you. buckles tucked your arms tightly behind your back, you were choking on your words, unable to speak.

why am i in restraints? what is he doing?

“a-are you my doctor?”

“no.” he continued to lead you towards ‘your room’.

you walked in front of him, feeling his presence guiding you to the correct room. his eyes were glued to you and you dared not to look back. your eyes squinted tightly as panic starts to set in.

the empty walls felt like an additional restraint weight on you, not one aspect of this place was comforting. there was a door though, it appeared after, what it seemed like, hours of aimlessly walking.

“we’re back, let’s get you on the table.” he assisted you and you settled on the cold surface, unsure of what to do next. hinges and rummaging sounds filled the room, hearing a final ‘snap’ of his gloves as he turned back to you. he briefly looked at a document before turning his attention back to you.

“hmm, y/n-ya? i have a lot planned today, there’s something i’ve been wanting. and you’re my lucky guest.”

with your arms still tied behind your back he reaches his gloved hand up to your lips.

terror consumed your face. “please! what are you gonna to do me?”

he looked so evil standing before you. his lips curled into a smirk before answering. “hmm i’m gonna cut you up, play with ya a little bit.”

you froze.

“open up, it would be beneficial if you would swallow this for me. say ahh-”

you didn’t trust this man but there was no way you could make it out of here on your own, maybe there was a light at the end of the tunnel if you just comply.

without a word, you open your mouth for the doctor.

“can i ask what that was?”

“ketamine.”

“…”

“it’s like an anesthetic, keep you calm, the pain will be pleasant okay y/n-ya, don’t worry darling. i’ll fix you up after.”

~

you laid still on the table, the effects of the drug taking over your body.

you could barely move, your finger tips traced along the edge of the table to make sure you could still move. not much but there was still a little bit of feeling there, and you noticed your restraints were off as well.

the room now had a glow to it, it felt dream-like. ahh yes this is just only a dream. a soft smile came to your lips while your mind chilled out.

“you’re being so obedient, y/n-ya, thank you. gonna get started okay.”

~

he heard soft whines from you as his blade sliced effortlessly through the first layer of your skin, seeing the scarlet liquid made his eyes sparkle. he cut two deep cuts to test the waters. one placed on top of your right thigh and one smaller on your abdomen, right below your belly button. you were hardly moving. maybe he had given you too much.

“can you speak y/n-ya?” there was a tinge of concern in his voice.

you were unresponsive.

he sighed, he wanted to hear you. but the sight before him made his cock twitch. your parted lips, red liquid pooling around your body, you looked so beautiful.

he couldn’t wait, his cuts were astonishing, like he was proud of his work. they weren’t deep enough though, he had to do some removing..

the scalpel shined under the dim light as his prepared his section. his blade making a fine line of a cut around the width of your thigh. small beads of crimson gathered before he wiped them away, he cut deeper.

it felt never ending, going through layers of skin, fat, muscle and eventually bone. he was finished, eyes filled with desire as he hurried to clean up his workspace. he properly conserved your severed limb. now for the hole.

there was a perfectly snug pocket that was already naturally within the thigh. it rested between the biceps femoris and the intermuscular septum, those were two main muscles and they connected with a soft, fatty tissue that easily broke away with light pressure.

he wiped his hands clean before removing a condom from his lab coat pocket. his hands were trembling with excitement.

the doctor was too impatient, his cock hardened with every sight of you. he took one last look at you before lining himself up with your sciatic nerve. he sighed heavily as he pushed all the way in. feeling your nerves and tendons pop against his shaft made his eyes roll back. “f-fuck.”

he began to slowly fuck himself into your thigh once he felt the tension of tissue melt away. pumping in and out as red liquid squirted onto the operating table. loud groans filled the space, he was so close, but he needed something from you.

he continued his deep thrusts as he shoved two of his fingers into another open hole in your thigh. it was another nerve, this one controlled your movements. he needed to see you writhe in pain.

his long fingers scissored and curled inside your tissues, pushing up and swirling trying to get you to move.

“c‘mon y/n-ya…” his breaths were shallow, he was near his high.

your right leg started to spasm and squirm under the doctors touch. he even stole some groans from you. the pain must be unbearable.

his head fell back as he heard those sweet whines from you. your severed thigh jolted against him causing him to fuck your hole deeper.

“fuckk just like that haah-“ his moans grew more and more sporadic as the heat in his lower abdomen grew stronger.

the blood and fluids made it so so slippery, it was hard to manage his thrusts but fuckk he was enjoying every second of it.

his eyes tightened as he felt his orgasm taking over. one last look at your emotionless face had him there, rutting recklessly into your broken down tissues. he whined and panted, one last pump sent him over the edge.

“shit! fuck. fuck—. fuuuck.” his words were drawn out as he came down from his high, lazily pulling himself out and removing his gloves and ruined condom.

only one limb down and he gets to play with you for hours. how lucky is he.

‘please just wake up soon.’ he wanted to feel your cunt while your were conscious.

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drag my teeth across your chest and taste your beating heart ( ryan sitkowski x vinny mauro )

pairing: ryan sitkowski x vinny mauro cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ monsterfucking (ryan is a werewolf and vinny is very human!), a small dose of bestiality, dubious consent, masturbation, voyeurism, biting/marking, choking, mentions of anal fingering, anal sex, knotting, a scene involving raw meat being consumed. word count: 3.8k author's note: the third and final fic for friends in sin, and this one is probably my fave. shout out to @ladyveronikawrites for helping with some of the wolf stuff and generally being as excited about this as i am. title comes from "howl" by florence + the machine. divider by @saradika-graphics 🎃

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“This is stupid,” Vinny mutters under his breath as he hurries down the dimly lit path, tripping over his own sneakers and looking back over his shoulder occasionally. “This is stupid, and you’re going to fucking die.”

The lingering fog makes it harder to see, but he knows where he’s supposed to be going like the back of his hand so it doesn’t matter. More than once, he looks up, trying to see the moon through the clouds and failing. He doesn’t need to see it to know that it’s full. He can feel it. Even though he’s a full fledged human, he can feel it. 

The bag in his hand is going to start dripping soon. It’s not lost on him that he’s practically ringing a dinner bell for himself, being out in the middle of the night carrying a paper sack of raw meat. How is this his life?

He sees the house through the fog, the woods an eerie backdrop to an already eerie night. To anyone else, it might seem abandoned, but Vinny knows better. He walks faster, up to the front door. He uses his key to get in, pushing the door closed behind him.

He’s barely inside before he’s got Ryan in his space. “Took you long enough.”

“I told you it would take me a while to get here,” putting a hand on Ryan’s chest, he tries to get him to move back a step. He can feel how hot he is through the fabric of his shirt. “Give me some space, Ry, c’mon. You know how this works by now.”

Ryan steps back, putting enough room between them for Vinny to hand him the bag. He all but snatches it out of his grasp, opening it up and peering inside. He inhales deeply. Six months ago, Vinny would have been backpedaling out the door with some kind of excuse of where he had to be, but now, he just watches as Ryan reaches into the sack and pulls out one of the steaks.

There’s a tense moment where they’re just staring at each other. Ryan’s eyes have already gone that pale silver when his wolf is so close to the surface, and blood rolls down his wrist, dripping off the meat.

“You can’t be here for this,” he says, his voice distorted. “This was a mistake.”

Vinny holds out his arms at his sides. “Where am I gonna go? It’s dangerous out there, you know, you never know what’s in the dark.”

The answer is bullshit and they both know it. Ryan growls at him. It’s still a terrifying sound to Vinny, but he doesn’t move. In fact, he presses himself firmly against the door. He knows if he were to take a step towards Ryan, lover or not, he’d take it as a threat and Vinny would probably end up losing a limb. His heart is about to burst through his chest because this could go one of two ways.

“Fine.”

The sound of Ryan tearing into the steak makes Vinny’s stomach turn and sweat break out on his skin. He watches as he uses those inhumanly sharp teeth of his to devour it in minutes. But it’s the sight after; his face and hands smeared with red that makes Vinny’s breath catch in his throat. Ryan doesn't allow him to see him like this often. The only reason he even brought him the steaks was because Ryan didn’t trust himself to go that far tonight.

A cruel smirk twists on Ryan’s face, and he reaches out, grasping Vinny’s chin. Blood slicks across his skin at the touch and an involuntary moan crawls right out of Vinny’s mouth. The coppery scent invades his nose, and he doesn’t know if he wants to get sick or if he wants to admit this is making him hard. Not like he has to say anything out loud anyways, Ryan can smell it on him.

Leaning in, he presses a bloody kiss to Vinny’s mouth in thanks, before turning away to eat the second steak, slower than before. Vinny watches avidly, not making a move to wipe at his face. The blood soaked paper bag gets crumpled up and tossed in the trash, and that’s when his breathing finally seems to return to normal.

“Are you going to run now?” Ryan asks him, practically licking his chops. “You know I’m gonna chase you if you do. I don’t think we’ve reached that stage of our relationship where you’ll like what’ll happen when I catch you.”

Vinny considers it, he really does. But he shakes his head finally, moving away from the door slowly. Ryan’s eyes track him like prey, and all Vinny can do is hope that the steaks were enough to hold him over. If he asks it of him, he knows where the keys to the basement are to lock him up. But it’s never come to that before.

There’s a first time for everything though.

“I’m going to shift and run, I’ll be back later. You can stay, if you want.”

Nodding, Vinny watches him go out the front door. He even follows him out onto the porch because he loves watching this part. And Ryan let him see this before he let him see the way he eats before a turn. He only gets to shift on the night the moon is at its fullest, sometimes he’ll go out and run in the woods, sometimes he’ll prowl around the house. He’s taken Vinny’s keys before and not let him come over. Or, nights like these, he lets him bear witness to what he truly is.

Ryan leaves his clothes in a pile by the steps, walking naked out to where the moonlight has finally filtered through. It’s nothing like it is in some of the horror movies, it’s not breaking bones and painful screaming. It’s fluid, effortless and quick; one minute Vinny’s staring at Ryan’s bare back, the next there is a wolf in his place. Massive, with dark fur and those familiar silver eyes. He’s beautiful, no matter which form he’s in, but there’s something more intimate about seeing him his way.

It’s not until Ryan disappears into the woods that Vinny realizes there is still blood streaked all over his face. 

He goes back inside, making sure not to shut the front door all the way because he knows that Ryan won’t shift back for hours, and he’ll need to get back in. It’s not even his permanent residence anyway, just the place he comes when the moon is up and he doesn’t want to destroy his apartment every month. That kind of stuff isn’t covered in his security deposit. Vinny goes down the hall to the bathroom, rinses his face with tap water that smells like sulfur.

The house itself is quiet without Ryan stalking the halls, in human or wolf form. Vinny feels overheated, mostly because the place is always like a furnace despite the body heat that Ryan puts off all through the winter, he keeps it hot. Shrugging out of his hoodie and kicking out of his sneakers, Vinny goes into the living room area, which is really just a lumpy sofa, and a king sized mattress tossed in the middle of the floor. At least there’s bedding, Vinny insisted on it. 

He flings himself down on the bed. He can still feel Ryan’s fingers on him, blood against his skin beneath those too hot digits, the way his mouth felt slick against his. It should make him feel sick, but it doesn’t. Maybe it’s a side effect of dating a werewolf. Maybe it’s some crossed wires in his brain that are all his own, but he likes it, in the moment. And somehow, his brain goes from Ryan touching him with bloody hands to  Ryan touching him. Vinny rakes his hands through his hair as he thinks about it.

He thinks about running his hands through Ryan’s fur as he presses himself down on Vinny’s chest—

Blinking his eyes open, he tries to shake the image from his mind and fails. Instead he undoes his jeans and shoves them and his boxers down around his thighs. Ryan won’t be back for hours, he’s got to entertain himself somehow and this is much more entertaining that killing the battery on his phone doom scrolling on Reddit. He licks his palm once, then again, before reaching down to wrap his hand loosely around his cock. 

He strokes himself slowly, huffing out a breath and bringing his free hand up to tangle his fingers in his hair and pull. He shuts his eyes, focusing on the thought that Ryan will be smelling him on the sheets the rest of the time he's here for the moon. He thinks about him rolling around in the sheets reeking of the woods and the dirt outside, burying his face in the fabric and inhaling the smell of Vinny's sweat and come.

Bucking up into his fist, he’s so lost in it that he doesn’t realize he’s not alone anymore. Not until he feels the hot breath huff across his face. His eyes fly open and he lets out a startled yelp when he sees the wolf standing over him. Vinny starts to sit up, reaching for the waistband of his boxers, but there’s suddenly a paw in the middle of his chest, keeping him flat against the mattress.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me, Ryan,” he mutters. 

He doesn’t try to push him away. Not only because he knows he’ll get his fingers chomped off, but because he’s still hard and leaking against his stomach. His hand hangs in the air, and he’s unsure of what to do at first. It hadn't been Ryan’s human form Vinny had been thinking about. And when the wolf snuffles by his ear and stretches himself out on the mattress beside him, silver eyes burning into the side of his face, Vinny gives in.

“If you tell anyone about this,” he gasps as he wraps his fingers back around his cock, “I’m gonna mount your head on the goddamn wall.”

Ryan’s response is to press his wet nose right against the curve of Vinny’s ear. His hips jerk and he squeezes the base of his cock, closing his eyes again. It’s one thing for Ryan to be here, like this, it’s another for Vinny to actually look at him while he’s jerking off. The body heat radiating off of the wolf is familiar, and his fur is as soft as Vinny thought it would be pressed against his bare skin. He knows by morning, Ryan will be human again, even with his wolf still so close to the surface. It’ll be like this for at least two more days; nothing on his mind but consuming as much bloody meat as he can, and fucking Vinny through the mattress. It’s a fair trade, in Vinny’s opinion. He knew what he was signing up for when Ryan told him what he was.

He comes all over his fist and his stomach, body going lax against the musty sheets. Before he gets a chance to move, Ryan’s crawling over him, his large, wet tongue dragging against his skin. Cleaning him up. Vinny lets out a surprised moan, trying feebly to push him away as his tongue laps at his softening cock. All he gets in response is a low growl and a quick nip of teeth at his side. So he gives up and lets Ryan do what he wants. He lets him drag his tongue all over Vinny’s skin until he’s nearly hard again. His heavy body is both a comforting weight and a little panic inducing, and Vinny feels stupidly turned on and scared at the same time, even now.

“We’re not fucking til morning, not this time big guy,” he mutters, petting the top of Ryan’s head.

Ryan’s wolf always leaves him feeling like shit the next morning, at least for a few hours. Like a hangover and a fever, combined with a violent need to drink his body weight in water. When he’s more alert, he realizes that he smells coffee, beneath the scent of Vinny. He also knows there’s more steaks, which means that he’s alone in the bed. Everything is always heightened after his shift; noises are louder, smells are stronger. He rolls around on the mattress, shoving his face in the sheets and inhaling deeply, wrapping himself in both the smell of his wolf and Vinny.

Eventually, he manages to drag himself up and into the kitchen area. This isn’t home and he barely keeps anything here. He sees a new case of water on the counter beside the still hot coffee pot, a pack of jerky, and a few packages of Reeces. When he opens the mini fridge in the corner he sees there are a few paper wrapped parcels in there, and a bag of grapes. Ryan doesn’t need to eat much over the three days but raw meat is the biggest part of his diet. He already knows his wolf killed something in the woods the night before, before he came back to Vinny. He can still taste it on his tongue.

He chugs three bottles of water before he hears the echoing sound of water running through the pipes. Vinny doesn’t normally like to shower there, says the water stinks like sulfur. Ryan wonders if he took it too far last night. But he figures if there was a line to be crossed, it was probably somewhere before Vinny watched him inhaling those bloody steaks the night before. He’d seen the look in Vinny’s eyes after he touched him. The way he reacted to Ryan’s wolf licking him clean after he came was probably normal compared to the first time Vinny watched him eat like that.

Ryan’s ears pick up on the sound of a bottle clattering to the shower floor, and Vinny’s muffled curse. Even from the kitchen, he can smell Vinny’s arousal building. Which tells him he’s fucking around in the shower. Probably getting himself ready for Ryan, which is an enticing thought in itself. Instead of going down the hall and dragging him out of the shower, he grabs the bag of grapes and two more bottles of water and goes back to bed. That’s where Vinny finds him when he finally stumbles down the hall and starts walking towards the kitchen. His skin is flushed pink from the heat of the shower, water droplets still dripping off the ends of his hair and rolling down his shoulders. He’s wearing a pair of shorts that Ryan recognizes as his own, and for some reason, that’s what gets him.

“Come here.”

He doesn’t make it a suggestion, and he likes the way Vinny freezes and turns towards the bed. He drops down beside Ryan, reaching over to grab a few grapes out of the bag. He smells like the cheap 3 in 1 shampoo, conditioner and body wash that Ryan keeps here, and it’s impossible for him not to lean over and shove his face into Vinny’s side, inhaling and licking away lingering water drops. Vinny laughs, putting his hand on his forehead and trying to push him away.

“Hey come on, you gotta check in with me first before you start trying to fuck me.”

Ryan gives him an unimpressed look. “How many fingers did you give yourself in there before you decided it was enough?”

Vinny throws a grape at him, rolling away to try to get one of the water bottles. But Ryan is faster, and he grabs onto his hips and tosses him over on his stomach, pinning him down to the mattress. Vinny flails and tries to at least attempt to get away, but Ryan sits on his ass and holds him down by his upper arms, putting his chin on his shoulder and waiting him out. It’s times like these he likes being reminded that he’s so much stronger than Vinny is, how easy it is to just hold him down however he wants. He lets him tire himself out, until he’s panting for air and squirming against the sheets. As a human, Vinny’s also very predictable.

“You gonna answer my question?” Ryan asks as he drags his face along Vinny’s shoulder. His wolf hates that he doesn’t smell like himself, doesn’t smell like he’s Ryan’s. “C’mon Vin, tell me how many? How many do you think would have been enough for you to take my knot this time?”

Vinny doesn’t say anything, he just whines and shakes his head. Ryan nips him and ruts against his ass, knowing that it won’t take long for him to cave at all. He reaches down and starts to shove at Vinny’s—his—shorts until they’re twisted around his thighs.

“Answer me,” he demands, biting him a little harder. Vinny tries to reach behind him and get his hand on Ryan’s cock, but Ryan grabs his wrist and pins it to his lower back. “I’m waiting. I can drag this out for hours. I don’t think you can, sweetheart.”

“Four!” Vinny bursts out impatiently, and Ryan laughs at him. He pets his hair back from his face, sees the way his eyes are glistening with needy tears. It turns him on more than it should. “Okay, I told you what you wanted to know, now give it to me.”

“Give you what?”

“Oh my god,” Vinny moans and struggles again, only succeeding in grinding back against Ryan, who clamps his free hand down on the back of his neck in amusement. He can feel how slick Vinny is. If he were an omega wolf, it would probably feel just like this. “Give me your knot, Ryan, please!”

And who is he to deny him. Shuffling up on his knees, he yanks Vinny’s shorts off the rest of the way, shoving his legs apart and hauling him up until he’s face down with his ass up in the air. Ryan lets go of his wrist but keeps his hand on his neck to keep him down, instead using his free hand to guide his cock into him. He’s still tight around him, despite whatever prep he did in the shower, and Ryan has to fight every urge he has to just shove in without giving him any time to adjust. His wolf is howling in his head for him to claim him in every way. Even though he’s human and the claiming bite won’t work on him.

Vinny lets out a choked off sob as Ryan bottoms out, and he grabs onto the edge of the mattress. There’s a moment where he tries to pull himself away, and then he just goes lax beneath him. Ryan curls himself over him to nudge his nose against Vinny’s cheek, kisses him softly. Almost like he’s apologizing for what he’s about to do. But if he wanted Ryan to stop, he knew how to do it. His eyes spot the glint of the knife that lay on the floor at the head of the bed. If Vinny needed to use it, he would. Ryan would heal, but he’d also stop.

“Okay,” Vinny gasps and nods rapidly, and he rocks back into Ryan’s next thrust the best he can. “Ry, c’mon, it’s okay—”

Ryan takes him at his word, fucking him harder. His thrusts are sharp and deep and he lets go of Vinny's wrist to grab onto his shoulder, pulling him back into each roll of his hips. He's going to be covered in bruises by the time he leaves. Vinny manages to get both of his hands beneath him, trying to give himself some leverage. He also can't stop talking; he's pleading with Ryan to keep fucking him, to give him his knot, to bite him.

Fisting a hand in Vinny’s hair, Ryan pushes his head down to the mattress, hoping to get him to shut up, if only for the sake of his own sanity. “It’s not gonna take Vin, I can’t—”

“I don’t care!” he wails, and the sheet comes off the edge of the mattress in his grip. “Just fucking bite me, it won’t do anything but hurt, come on, please Ryan!”

His wolf is already on board with the idea, and he can feel his mouth watering even as his knot swells. He’s got to get it inside of Vinny before he’ll even think of biting him. The growl that crawls out of his throat isn’t human, and he shoves forward in one quick motion, enraptured with watching as he sinks into Vinny all the way. Beneath him, Vinny has gone pliant, harsh panting sounds escaping him as Ryan waits him out.

It’s too late for Vinny to change his mind or want out, and he’s obviously resigned himself to this fact as he gives in and starts fucking himself back on Ryan’s knot, trying to get him to move again. He's still begging him to quit being a pussy and bite him already, and Ryan grabs him by his throat and covers him completely as he mouths at his shoulder. Vinny's finally shut up at least with words, but only because Ryan's got him by his neck and all he can do is wheeze and nod his head as if he still needs him to know it's okay.

His teeth are sharper than normal when he sinks them into Vinny’s shoulder, and all he tastes is blood and meat and him. He breaks the skin, and if Vinny were another wolf, this would mean a whole lot more than it does right now, and it means a whole lot to him. As it is, Ryan can hear him trying to say something, and he’s crying and laughing a little. It’s probably just the adrenaline. He loosens his grip on him, removes his teeth and licks at the wound, trying to stop the blood.

“You came,” Vinny mutters.

Ryan blinks. “What?”

“You bit me, and you came? You don’t remember?”

Ryan knows they’re going to be attached for a while, so it doesn’t really matter if he remembers or not. He noses at Vinny’s cheek, licks the salt away there and pulls them over onto their sides. He starts to reach down to finish him off, only to find out he wasn’t the only one who came. Vinny squirms around, trying to get them out of the wet spot, but it’s pretty big.

“These sheets are trashed, Ry.” he says giddily. “Why didn’t you bring more food in here if we’re gonna be like this?”

Tugging on his hair, Ryan kisses him to shut him up. He knows that Vinny can taste his own blood in his mouth, but he doesn’t pull away. He’s never been scared of Ryan, not really.

“You’re gonna do that to me again tomorrow.” Vinny mutters into the kiss.

Ryan doesn’t argue.

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1) Where in Arceus’ Name Am I?

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Chapter 1) Welcome to Twisted Wonderland

Yuu hummed to themself as they walked through the Wild Area with Agent at their side. "It's getting late bud, should we set up camp?" They asked their partner, "Teleon." He responded with a nod, they smile and look around to find a good camping spot. Finding a nice flat, grassy spot they take off their backpack and begin to set up their camp for the night. "Right, I'll text Bede that we're gonna stay here for the night and then we can have curry!" They said with a smile before whipping out their phone and texting their brother.

Yuu: Heyyyyyyyyyy 😋 Agent and I are gonna camp in the Wild Area 2night! We'll be back at the gym sometime tomorrow afternoon!

Teen Angst: Okay, I'll let Grandma know. Stay safe.

Yuu: B, I'm the champion, there's like no way I won't be safe. See you tomorrowww!

Yuu put their phone into their pocket with a smile, "Agent you got the pot out for Curry right?" They asked their partner as they finished setting up the inside of their tent. "Intel," he replied in confirmation. "Great!" They said with a smile and exited the text, "sorry that we can't let Cinder and the others out tonight." They said patting his arm. Agent just shook his head and set a hand on his trainer's own head before ruffling their hair making them laugh.

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It wasn't long after the two had their curry that they decided to call it a night and entered the tent. "Goodnight Agent," Yuu said to the water type with a sleepy smile. They slowly closed their eyes and fell into a deep slumber.

Opening their eyes they looked around in confusion, it was still dark out, but Yuu could tell they weren't in their tent anymore. "What the?" They mumbled reaching their hands out in front of them to meet with a hard surface, their brows furrowed and they felt around themself more. They were in some sort of box, and were not in their pajamas anymore, "did someone change my clothes?" They asked themself before quieting as they heard shuffling from outside the box, then a voice.

"I better hurry up and find that uniform before someone spots me...urggg this kid weighs a ton!" The mysterious voice spoke, Yuu's eyes widened as they felt something beginning to tug at the box they were inside of. "Try this on for size! Mya-ha!" And suddenly there were blue flames at their feet. "Fire!" They yelled quickly trying to step out of the way of the burning flames but having nowhere to move. The door to the box fell off and Yuu quickly jumped from inside and looked around panicked. "Arcus, where am I?" They asked aloud as they spotted several coffins floating around the room with a mirror in the center. "Coffins? Is that what I was inside of?"

"Mya-haha! Now to grab the goods! Wha?! You ain't supposed to be awake!" The voice yelled and Yuu looked down their eyes widening in shock, "a talking Meowth? With fire? Am I in a new region?" They asked, "how..how DARE YOU! I am no "Meowth"! I'm Grim, sorcerer extraordinaire! Tch. Whatever...you, human! Give me your uniform, and be quick about it! Cause if you don't....you're gonna regret it!" The grey Meowth yelled at them, Yuu reached for Agent's pokeball and their eyes widened they had more than Agent's on their belt. "How?" They mumbled before deciding that it wasn't worth it and quickly ran away from the Fire-Type Meowth.

Yuu ran through the building they were in, down a hallway, out the door into an outdoor area, and into a magical looking library. They quickly looked around "where am I?" They asked again, "if this is a dream, I'd really like to fucking wake up." They were interrupted by the Meowth somehow catching up, "foolish human! Did you really think you could slip away from ME?" It yelled at them, "now, unless you wanna get burned to a crisp, take off that-" before Yuu could  even grab Agent's pokeball the cat yelped as it was whipped and wrapped up in bindings. "Consider it tough love." A new voice said as Yuu saw a tall man sporting a Corvinight-esque mask.

"Ah, I've found you at last." The male said with a frown, "splendid, I trust you're one of this year's new students? My, were you ever eager to make your debut. And bringing a poorly trained familiar with you? That is a clear violation of the school's rules." He stated crossing his arms much to Yuu's confusion. "Student? Familiar? That's not one of my Pokémon." They tried to explain before the Meowth spoke up, "as if I'd serve some lowly human! Now lemme go!" The Corvinight male simply nodded as if he was playing along, "yes, yes. Rebellious familiars always say that. Do be quiet for a bit, won't you?" He asked as his whip(?) tightened around the feline causing it to struggle and writhe in pain.

Before Yuu could ask the male to let the Meowth go he spoke again, "dear me. Of all the students I've dealt with, you're the first with temerity enough to open their own gate and step out of it. Does the very notion of patience elude you?" He wouldn't let Yuu speak as he continued, "no matter. Your orientation had already begun. Let us return to the Mirror Chamber." He said with a smile, with Yuu finally being able to speak they had about a million questions but left it to only two, "student? Gate? Sir, what are you talking about?" They asked, well, three questions. The male paused looking at them, "you awakened in a room full of gates, did you not? All of the students here at the campus arrived by passing through such gates. Although typically the students have restraint enough to wait until I open them before waking up."

"The coffins all around that room? Well, you can blame the Meowth for me being awake." Yuu said crossing their arms with a small glare sent at the feline. The Corvinight male frowned, "so the culprit is this familiar of yours. You're the one who insisted on bringing it, so curtailing its behavior is your responsibility!" "It's not mi-" he again interrupted them, "but now is not the time for such prattle. You've a student orientation to attend! Go on, now. Make haste." He ushered them forward, pushing on their back to try getting them to move.

Yuu refused to budge and looked him dead in the eyes, "no! First you have to tell me where I am and who you are!" They said putting their foot down on this. The male seemed concerned, "have you not fully regained consciousness?" He asked, Yuu felt their eye twitch in anger "you think I'm not after this Meowth tried to scorch me?!" The male ignored them as he continued to speak to himself, "the time space teleportation must have addled your memories... Well, these things happen, I suppose. I shall explain it all to you while we walk. Truly, my magnanimity is boundless." He said with a smug smile.

The male, now known to Yuu as Dire Crowley, explained to them that they are the headmage of the school that they are apparently at now. Yuu had to calm themself and real themself in. 'I'm not in Galar anymore, and not in any other region that I know of. This, this is another world.' They took a deep breath after coming to this realization, it was rare in Galar, but they must have fallen though an Ultra Wormhole and ended up here. Yuu ended up tuning out Crowley until they realized that the two of them were now back in the room with coffins....

TO BE CONTINUED

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Welcome to my new story! As said in the description this book is inspired by "From Trainer to Beast Tamer!" By SnowflakeDragon18 on Wattpad PLEASE MAKE SURE TO GO READ THEIR STORY (they have the audio feature and I love to have it play in the background while doing school work and other things! I've relistened to it at least three times lol!)

Word count: 1331

Published to Wattpad: April 24th, 2024

Published to Tumblr: April 24th, 2024

Edited: n/a

[lovelykil]

「 VAMP 」

kyle x reader older ver.

cw; none

note; playboi carti reference

[requested]

the need for blood overdrives his system

he can't help but feel the urge to roam the streets for a victim to sink his sharp fangs in.

The mere thought of finding a nice, healthy, and helpless human makes his stomach twists with hunger and impatience.

He licks his lips and bites down as he steps outside his mysterious home. His red, blood thirsty, hungry eyes peer down on the town of South Park. Scanning for his prey.

The darkness falls all around him during the night as he watches, carefully. The moon shone brightly for the roaming people in their costumes. Some witches, some zombies, some even absurd characters such as vampires as himself.

Kyle rolled his eyes to the site, frowning.

"The nerve.." the boy breathed with annoyance. His eyes scattered some more till his ruby gems landed on one specific person.

A girl looking into the dark night, appearing as lonesome as one teen girl could be. His brows rose with suspension then thought for a moment.

His stomach rumbled with each given second, making him wince and make a final decision.

With no hesitation the teen fixed his red locs before jumping off the balcony of his estate and turning into a small black creature, flying into the night to catch his dinner.

...

"Wow, that sounds so fun Wendy I'm–"

"Yeah!! Everyone showed up, well except for Heidi I'm not sure where she's at.."

"Oh Heidi? That's a relief I thought I was gonna be the only on-"

"Oh, never mind she just came through the door. And.. oh no, with Eric? Oh god." Wendy's voice fell through the phone as I held it to my ear. I sighed with an eye roll.

"So everyone is there?" I asked, coming off a little irritated.

"Yeah, well except for you Y/n." She answered, being brought back in the conversation. I rubbed my face and shook my head.

"Damn it."

"I'm sorry you couldn't come, I'm sure you would've looked so good in your costumes at the party."

"Mmmh, yeah." I turned my head to look at my bed with the lying costume I was supposed to wear, feeling a frown tug on my face. I looked back at the window and put my hand up to it.

"My stupid parents." My hands formed a fist as I hit the window with slight force.

"Maybe next time?" Wendy spoke, trying to cheer me up. Key word trying.

My hand slid against the cold surface, I watched kids walk around having fun, making sweet memories with each other while I was here in my room like a fucking loser.

Their little baskets full of candy swung to the sides of them as their parent walked them along the sidewalks.

"Yeah okay Wendy, bye."

"Wait are you ma-"

beep.

I threw my phone over to my bed, groaned, and leaned my head onto the window before pulling away shaking my head.

"This is so lame," I whispered to myself. I remained staring at the people dressed up in their costumes, rating them out of boredom.

Maybe this would help.

"Clowns? Solid 7 maybe a 6."

My eyes scattered.

"Batman? Ten for sure." I laughed to myself.

"ohh, is that a couple? Sally and Jack?" My eyes sparkled with a smile, clasping my hands together.

"A fucking zero," My smile fell, feeling the jealousy flow throughout my body. I rolled my eyes, lifted my window and stuck outside of it to shout.

"HEY YOU TWO!" I yelled down. The pair stopped in their tracks from the sudden yell to look around them, puzzled.

"YEAH YOU TWO UP HERE" they both looked up, still confused as ever.

I put my hand down and smiled.

"I saw your boyfriend chat it up with Emily over there." I pointed over to another girl behind them just a few meters from them. The girl looked over at her boyfriend demanding an explanation.

"You were talking to THAT dead girl?" She fussed, to which the guy took offense to.

"But you're dead too."

"YEAH WELL, I'M YOUR DEAD GIRL. I AM NOT THE OTHER DEAD WOMAN!" She screamed, pushing him away to run off. He reached out for her in shock.

"Wait Vanessa!"

"Fuck you Josh!"

I watched as the two ran after each other feeling a sinister smile grow on my face. I sighed in content, leaning away from my window to get up and stretch.

"God I hate couples." I snickered, tugging on my shirt. The only reason why I despise them was because I couldn't get into a relationship myself.

It wasn't fair how everyone had their special someone yet my special someone was chocolate and my bed.

Chocolate and MY BED.

ugh.

I pulled the fabric over my head and onto the ground with the other piles of clothes I had lying around my floor, my fingers ran across my hanging shirts to try to find the right one.

I usually wear a specific shirt for bed but it wasn't in my closet from the looks of it.

"shit.." I cursed, bending down to look at the ground in just my bra and pajama pants. I groaned reaching for shirts to only grab the wrong one and throw it else where.

"Holy shit where are you??" My brows furrowed, attempting to find my shirt. After a couple of wrong shirts I finally found the right one and stood back up with a smile.

I turned around to walk to my bed.

"omg I thought I lost-" Just inches away from me stood a tall figure in black in front of me, all I could see were dark red ruby eyes that stared right into my soul.

My skin ran cold, eyes grew wide and my heart..

dropped.

"You.." I finished. Swallowing down on the last of my saliva that made my mouth moist.

I stared up at the red eyes and blinked, I dropped my shirt, stunned.

"Holy shit."

The figure stopped closer to me to reveal itself, soon I could make out.. almost like human features.

The first thing I noticed was red curly hair dangled infront of this.. guys face.

Skin pale white as snow when you looked at him. His eyes had a red creepy glow to it as he looked down at me from his height, making me feel so small.

Freckles peppered along his face and fangs?

very.. sharp ones.

Also a red emulate necklace?

wait wait I think we're missing the real big thing here.

This thing is a GUY.

He is a GUY

A really.. cute one.

...I have no shirt on.

aannd that's when I finally screamed.

"Who the HELL ARE YOU-?!" I shouted, moving past him to run over to my bed and grab my phone.

My initial reaction was to first grab my SHIRT, but I guess my brain didn't want to work with my body.

I stumbled trying to reach for my phone while keeping my eyes on him, hoping he wouldn't do anything stupid.

He didn't say anything but stood there, looking at me. Once I finally grabbed my phone I smiled gratefully as I went to dial the police.

"Okay man fuck you you're going to.. wait how'd the fuck did you even.." I set my phone down realizing my window was nowhere near the ground but in fact very high with no trees around and surely no human being would be able to even climb inside.

My head left the window to look back at where the guy stood but to my surprise he wasn't there anymore.

"Oh fuck." Just before I could react I was pushed back into my pillows, my wrists nailed to the sides of me, and a hovering person ontop of me.

I squirmed around trying to break loose of his grip but god was he strong.

My eyes closed shut as I attempted some more to wiggle my way out but the more I struggled the tighter he held my wrist just causing me to wince in pain.

"Please.. don't struggle anymore, it will be quick I promise.." A soft voice spoke, he sounded weak.. struggling himself almost.

My eyes opened in shock by his voice, he was on top of me, battling me but I could tell he was going to maybe faint soon. His scary red-looking eyes had a soft look to them now as he trembled, I could see those fangs again they grew in length almost longer than before.

The window.. his eyes.. teeth, even skin.

oh my god was this asshole a vampire?

Yeah okay.. vampires? Please.

"Dude get off of me!" I gritted my teeth and used most of my energy to finally push him off me, he was growing weak already so it was easy for him to get up and away from me.

I crawled away more into my pillows like a scared kid, my chest rose and fell fast trying to catch my breath and this whole situation.

He stared at me as I stared back at him, he grew weak by the second just looking at him.. I saw his hand cover his stomach in pain as he groaned.

I caught my breath just moments later watching this guy in pain, for a second after I caught my breath and stopped my thoughts I felt.. bad.

"What.. what are you?" I blurted out, looking over at him.

He whimpered quietly, with his hand still on his stomach. I felt my stomach twist.

"What.. does it look like?" He answered, trying to stand up still but falling ultimately from his weak state.

My eyes traveled around then back at him.

"A rapist." In a sarcastic tone I stated. I folded my arms.

He looked at me to shake his head, "What? No. I just want your blood, I'm a vampire."

"A vampire?" I rose my brow.

He nodded though closed his eyes in pain. I noticed that weird necklace was losing its color all of a sudden.

I looked at him then down at my hands, trying to figure out what the hell was happening.

Vampires?? Are you serious? Does he think I'm gullible or something? Then again it would explain those red eyes and how he got way up here from my window..

What am I even saying? This insane. Vampires aren't real.

Or maybe they are? Whys he in so much pain? Does he really just need blood??

Oh god

I rubbed my eyes, feeling myself about to go insane. I let my eyes rest after a few seconds and sighed.

This is south park I mean this isn't the first crazy thing to happen here or see.

"Alright man just.. I don't know do what you need." I crawled my way back to him and sat on my bed. I looked down about to take off my shirt but I realized I had nothing on to begin with.

My face flushed in embarrassment, I just looked away.

I could hear him groan once more but stop, he stepped forward and put his hands on my shoulders.

Man those hands were dead fucking cold. I jumped.

"God your hands!" I pulled away in shock. He panicked, pulling his hand away.

"Sorry I'm.. really hungry." The vampire muttered, staring at my neck like a prize. I rolled my eyes but tilted my head nonetheless.

"Just do it already.." I pointed to my neck, looking away. I set my hand down on my bed, waiting for him.

I have no idea why or what the hell I was doing but this was kinda exciting than just watching people walk around the neighborhood.

"Oh god you are an angel." His hungry, trembling voice sent a shiver down my spine, I gulped and shifted in my spot.

He set his hands on me once again, I cringed slightly but let him do so. He laid me down on my bed, climbing over me.

My eyes grew wide again, I covered my neck in confusion.

"Why'd you lay me down? Making it sexual or something?" I laughed with sarcasm, but a little on edge at the same time.

His cold fingers made contact with my face as he chuckled softly.

"Oh sweetheart, I would never have sex with you. With a human? I'm not crazy." His smile along with his gentle caress on my cheek left me distraught by his response. I swatted his hand away from my face.

"Yeah well, I would never have sex with you either, vamp." I looked back away, pouting slightly.

I was a little offended but I was not going to show it.

I mean who wants to bone a vampire?

I looked back at him, his soft eager eyes met mine as he looked down at me with such a pleased expression. I turned my head back feeling my cheeks flush.

okay maybe I would.

"You have such magnificent veins.."

"just bite me already dude." I rolled my eyes. He nodded, coming closer toward my neck. I felt my nerves start to act up I wanted to squirm, run away, hide but..

"try to be still." His hand rubbed my sides as he whispered calmly into my ear. My breath hitched from the cold sensation causing me to whimper quietly.

"okay.."

He inched towards my neck and soon bit down into my flesh, my eyes shut on their own as I bit down on my lip from the pain. I mumbled incoherent words under my breath from the feeling. As I muttered in pain I felt his arm move across mine and his hand come in contact with mine.

He held my hand down softly into the pillow with care, I felt myself starting to feel less of the pain and become calm. A smile crept on my weak face as my fingers closed to hold his lightly as he drained the blood out of me.

[euijoosorangeslice]

I definitely wanna hear your thoughts! I love hearing about peoples' kinks since I'm pretty kinky myself, or at least I think I am lol

i need to go down the list of people ive been nonstop thinking of for the past week...

so first kei, i always thought hed be into one of those type of things like hunting your prey/hide and seek energy. hes just so masculine i get those type of vibes where he's gonna count down and if he finds you...welll hes gonna fuck you right where he finds you.

i always say no when people ask if i have like a mommy/daddy kink but istg it's only for euijoo or fuma. like im a little too into it when i think of how much i would love to call fuma daddy. (let me just say my favorite pet name is angel. off the bat, someone calls me that? oh i'm already standing booty butt naked in the middle of their bedroom.) and liike i already know euijoo likes to be praised but i just wanna lift up his shirt and bite on his nipples while calling him a good boy or telling him hes doing a good job just so i can feel him poking into me.

thers no way nicholas doesn't like spanking his s/o's. its just knowing that your freaking out over him makes him so proud he does anything to gauge a reaction. thats why i think he likes heavy impact play, maybe even knife play?

for jo, i get really strong cockwarming vibes from him. like i would sit on his lap while he draws or plays games on his nintendo. doesnt always have to be sexual but 8/10 times itll turn into sex.

yuma i just really get big brat tamer vibes from him. like everyone always says he's the one teaching you a lesson but no, youre teaching him a lesson. whether thats tying him up and stripping in front of him and not letting him touch, or directly edging him, maybe put a blindfold on him/gagging him and use a vibrator or a cocksleeve and just see how long it takes him to lose his mind. i feel like he wouldn't really mind taking whatever you take. like it's a mutual relationship, if hes gonna shove all these toys inside of you he expects you to do the same for him.

harua is a little rough to tell becuase hes a 50/50 case. its either hard dom or needy sub. theres no inbetween with him, and i think his favorite part of sex in foreplay. sometimes, he doesn't even need the penetration and you two can just play with eachother until youre satisfied.

lastly, taki is definetly a hard dom. but i feel he can be soft at times. like sex isnt always just fast paced bending you over every surface in his dorm (even when the members are home, just hope they stay in their rooms), sometimes its that he misses you and he takes you to somewhere romantic before for a date and then when you two get home, you have really lovey dovey sex.

(ignore the spelling mistakes, my head has been twirling with this shit for like a whole week now.)

[dangerous-disposition]

here i have found some peace of mind [WIP snippet]

So bc I'm waiting until I have more of the fic actually COMPLETED before I start posting, I'm gonna... keep sharing snippets that I rly like and am really excited for y'all to see. a lot of these scenes will likely change and get longer, and some scenes i share might get axed, who knows? ANYWAY here's some Eddie POV from my modern rockstar!Eddie/housing coordinator!Steve AU!!!

“Dude, is that Chrissy’s phone?”

Eddie jumped and looked up at Jeff with wide eyes. Jeff was standing in the doorway of the “bedroom” of the tour bus. For a moment, Eddie was struck with the idea to eat the phone to hide it which he put a stop to immediately.

“Maybe,” Eddie said elusively, rolling so he was laying more on his side rather than on his stomach.

“You know she’s literally about to have an aneurysm out there trying to find that, right?” Jeff asked with a snort before he climbed up into his bunk across the small hall between bunks.

“At this point, if she hasn’t figured out that I have her phone one hundred percent of the time she can’t find it, that's on her,” Eddie said haughtily, going back to the game of Sudoku he was struggling with before Steve called.

“Maybe you should stop losing your phones, yeah?” Jeff suggested tiredly, throwing his arm over his eyes.

Eddie pouted at the puzzle. “I didn’t lose my phone,” he grumbled, and Jeff snorted.

“Okay, fine, maybe you should stop completely destroying your phones, plural,” he said, and Eddie felt his ears heat up.

It wasn’t his fault that they made phones more and more fragile while also making them too big to fit in his pockets. It’s also not his fault that he was prone to jumping up onto surfaces he shouldn’t be climbing around on and horsing around. He had a diagnosis for that and a prescription and everything, he was honestly doing his best.

Maybe goofing off on the half-wall overlooking the Grand Canyon while wearing his tightest pair of jeans with the least effective pockets last week wasn’t the best decision, but it wasn’t his fault.

The time before that, he was just trying to get a signal while they drove through the boonies. It wasn’t his fault that the bus driver hit a pothole the second Eddie held his phone close to the open window. It truly actually wasn’t.

And before that, he actually just lost his phone. Eddie was positive he had it in his bag, and then when they got to the next venue, it wasn’t there. That happens to the best of people all the time, right?

According to his band mates, no, that didn’t happen to people all the time, but he was pretty sure they were all just conspiring to make him look like a weirdo.

“Whatever, the point is Chrissy knows I always have her phone when she can’t find it. Her freaking out is just silly,” Eddie said with a sniff, glaring down at the Sudoku puzzle he was making zero progress with.

“Edward Munson!”

Jeff peered over the edge of his bunk to smirk at Eddie’s wide-eyed stare. “Uh oh,” he teased as Chrissy stormed into the room.

“You!” she practically shrieked, pointing at him as he shoved the phone between his body and the mattress as if she hadn’t already seen it in his hands.

“What?” he asked innocently, and he screamed as she dove into his bunk to wrestle the phone out from under him.

They tussled for a while, Chrissy yelling all sorts of expletives at him that were honestly still a shock coming from her sweet face. She was also a dirty fighter.

“Ow, shit! Did you just bite me?” Eddie hissed, grabbing Chrissy’s whole face and pushing her away as he looked at the distinctly teeth-shaped indents on his arm. They were deep, just barely not breaking skin and would definitely bruise.

Then Chrissy licked his palm like an animal, and he recoiled enough that he rolled off of her phone.

“What the fuck, Cunningham, that’s disgusting,” Eddie said with a glower, wiping his hand off on his shirt as Chrissy checked for new messages. When she didn’t respond, he added suggestively, “you have no idea where my hand has been.”

“I’ve had worse than whatever you’ve got going on in my mouth,” Chrissy muttered. 

Eddie grimaced. “Now I’m thinking about Jason’s dick, thanks for that, Chris,” he groaned, and Chrissy just snorted.

“I was actually talking about that pizza we were subjected to by the venue last week, but okay, bring my ex’s dick into this,” Chrissy said before smacking Eddie’s chest.

“Ow, my nipples,” Eddie pouted, and she just smacked him again, trying not to laugh.

“Stop stealing my phone!” Chrissy bit out through her teeth, trying to intimidate but honestly channeling the energy of a chihuahua puppy.

“I didn’t steal it! I was just using it! Secretly! While you were looking for it!” Eddie said, barely containing his laugh.

“You’re an asshole, you know that? We’re getting you a new phone as soon as we have time,” Chrissy huffed, tossing her phone back onto Eddie’s bed, which he immediately snatched it back up. “Don’t hide it from me.”

“Did you fucking delete all the answers I figured out on this stupid puzzle?” Eddie gasped, looking at Chrissy with wide eyes.

“Maybe I did,” she said huffily, puffing up her chest as she crossed her arms.

“You monster,” Eddie wailed, flopping back and laying the back of his hand over his forehead dramatically.

“Well, maybe you’ll think before you destroy your next phone, huh?” Chrissy said, reaching over to quickly and viciously pinch one of Eddie’s nipples through his shirt. As Eddie yelled, she quickly dove off the bunk with a shrieking giggle and fled the room.

For a moment Eddie tried to chase her, but with all the wrestling they had managed to get his blankets tangled around his legs. Did Eddie only stop trying to chase Chrissy when he ended up in an undignified heap on the floor of the bus? Perhaps, but only Jeff and him would know that for sure.

“You good, Eddie?”

When Eddie looked up to see Jeff’s phone out and clearly recording if the way he was stifling his laughter was anything to go by, Eddie groaned and dropped his forehead to the floor with a loud thump. Of course, Jeff would be recording this whole mess, just like Gareth had recorded the exact moment he realized his phone had fallen into a literal canyon last week. Naturally, all these moments would be edited together for their next “tour diary” on their YouTube channel.

And yes, the incident with Eddie’s phone falling out the window of the moving bus was also caught on video, and the fans had lost it. So yeah, now their tour diaries included an entire section dubbed “Cringefail Eddie” and it was all good fun.

Crawling back into his bunk, Eddie picked up Chrissy’s phone and started the Sudoku puzzle over again with a bright smile on his face. Yeah, stardom was kind of lonely, but he still had his best friends along for the ride with him.

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[no-shxme]

Hi I saw you have TalEz on your won'ts for your commissions. Just curious can you explain why?

hi anon yEAH i can explain but like, to preface this, if you happen to like talez you're totally valid and dont feel like you have to dislike it or anything bc im gonna be a lil hater. people like what they like (and dislike what they dislike) and thats totally okay. this is just my own personal opinion. i wish i liked talez more bc its probably the most popular talon ship and im often starving, but i just dont and there's a couple reasons why.

i dont like the way its usually portrayed

im not the biggest ezreal fan.

imo there's better fits for both of them.

ugh this is going to be long so ill put it under the cut.

tbf, you dont NEED some complex reason to dislike a ship/character. like reason 2 is already enough for me to open and shut smth, but i do have complex thoughts about talez. and i am totally going to do a little hating below.

i think talez is so fucking anime that it lacks so much complexity. i dont really like anime. (i know thats a broad, loaded statement i just hate 99% of the tropes that pop up. not saying ive never enjoyed a shitty/tropy anime, but just--no) i think talez is broadly boiled down and portrayed by most fan-creators as 'edgy dark cloud + ball of sunshine' and i think thats so boring and lame for both of them. imo it reduces them to a really basic ship trope and there's nothing inherently WRONG with it, i just think its so boring. i look at popular fanworks and personally find it super reductive for both of them. it feels like talez happened bc at it's inception league needed an anime character ship. to be fair, you can reduce ANY ship to smth basic. talsett is just 'tall x short' but in comparison i think talsett has so much more complexity in theming. same with like, rhaayn for example. to me there's a lot more depth. i think the most depth you can get out of talez is related to ez's loss of family and talon's too + themes of belonging, but god. its not good enough.

talez is also usually portrayed romantically and i'm turbo aromantic and mostly romance repulsed and also hc talon as the same, so this already cuts out so much talez fanwork for me. :')

ALSO while we're at it, talon is such a bottom to me. even when he tops. and i hate him being portrayed as this like, idk, grim edgy SUPER TALL??? domineering top when he's like, as tall as katarina in the comic and was prolly malnourished bc he lived on the streets for years. tbh i would automatically like talez more if they were BOTH shortasses and switches as god intended. but noooo. i think if i literally just saw/read more ez topping talon then i'd be automatically more on board. but id also need an aromantic angle so its literally never happening.

i think when ezreal gets paired with talon both of their personalities get so fucked. his ass is not cuddling. ezreal is not some weak damsel or master of seduction either. i think a problem that not just talez creators but like, creators in general suffer from is erasing bad traits that characters have, unless they're 'cute.' talon has some cute bad traits, but he also has some seriously bad traits that loving or being loved wont fix. and ezreal is just reduced SO bad. so talez feels inherently ooc to me. fandom has done a number on him. there's nothin left in the pot. i think being with talon (in canon) is such an uphill battle and most of the time i dont see ezreal equipped to handle it in comparison to other people.

i dont really like ezreal. i think i've already made that clear before. he's fun to play and i like him on a surface level and ive got friends that really like him and thats totally fine but idk he's just not my blorbo. the only time i really like him is when he's with aphelios, where somehow my dislike of both characters cancel out. maybe i dont have room for him because i like talon too much, who knows. either way, often times when talez fanworks are created the focus is actually just on ezreal, and that annoys me as an ezreal disliker. (fanwork creators can create whatever the fuck they want ofc, godspeed do what makes you happy)

and my third point: there's better fits for both of them. i like ezphel and ezkayn more than talez. i think in canon there's a good chance talon might genuinely kill him. or ezreal might really overwhelm him and drive him away with his outward facing personality. and frankly there's a good chance ezreal also goes away bc talon is bad news and also doesn't have the charisma to keep him there. and ofc for talon i think talsett is the ultimate fit, or even talshan is right there.

THAT BEING SAID. i don't mind talez AS much if there's a third, though we still run into some of the same issues as above. like ive written talezsett before. thats nice! talezlux is okay too even if,, completely unfeasible... (i have strong opinions im sorry. as a crack ship its fun i think)

blah blah. i think i could like talez but i would have to write it myself. thats what it boils down to. there are ideas/concepts i like about them. ive juggled the idea of putting a talez fic on my to do list but i just dont think i'll write it in any way that actual talez fans would like, which means there's no point in writing it at all. i've plotted several, long and short, but i think everyone would hate it. talez isn't a strict 'won't write.' iirc it specifically says like: 'unless the idea goes hard' but no ones tried me pfppf, and im fine with it i guess.

there's more i can say but like, i dont want this to be too long.

the important thing to remember is that if you like talez... GOOD. im happy for you!! keep loving it, godspeed. these are just my personal reasons it doesnt click with me.

[sleepymccoy]

I expect people don't really need to hear this, but I'm feeling it right this minute so imma talk about the chronology of how i write

I used to think to create a cohesive story you had to either write everything down in order, or fully plan out the story before starting so you didn't get lost. I am so glad I stopped doing either of these a long time ago

Now I just write what suits me, and if I go against an earlier scene I either rewrite that or scrap it. There's a lot of scrapping tbh

With fanfic I can kinda get away with it cos I know the characters well enough to be familiar with their emotional arc and jump around the beats pretty nimbly. It's different w original stories cos I don't know the characters so well yet. My first run at it I tried to plan AND write in order, which is the opposite of what I naturally do

Now I'm doing what I want. And I'm rediscovering how easy it is to write like this! And I'm meeting and learning who these guys are as I go, which informs everything else

My early scenes are pretty rough and dialogue/setting heavy. Not a lot of internal thoughts or opinionated observations. After I write a scene (not before!) I summarise what that scene has in it. Some are just "show what meal times are like" and I kinda know the characters are also meeting for the first time. But their dialogue is gonna change, I'm gonna write some throw away line in two months time that reshapes the whole first meeting and then I'll go back and rewrite the interactions to fit. Or put it in another scene. But I'll always have something based on this that shows what meal times are like. And that's great. Cos rn the scene is done, I've given it it's little green colour label on Scrivener, and I can move tf on. Later, I'll know these guys better and it'll be a better scene.

I know this is what a first draft is, but I always had in mind that the first draft is done when you finish the ending. But I'm on the third draft of some scenes and I'm not even at the second act. And those third drafts are my guiding rods for characterisation cos by this point they're supporting each other in this complex foreshadowing, emotional beat, cross referential ways that make the whole thing cohesive. The other scenes, well, they're place holders to keep me moving forwards. Even some of the really hot ones.

Like, the scene where they fuck in the sapling room is sexy, but ultimately is probably gonna change cos it's such a pivotal moment and I don't know how it'll reverberate yet. Whereas the scene where they spontaneously decide to try edging? That's had a few rewrites and has some cool complex emotions and foreshadowing going on, as well as toe dipping into mutual dependency, and I like it very much now. It's doing what I want and any changes from here on should be pretty small.

I can particularly remember laying in bed two weeks after writing the edging scene and going 😶 he's being too open about being upset about the day, there's no way he'd discuss that yet. And disappointedly decided to remove all of the motivating force and put that sex somewhere else and face rewriting the whole emotional beat. But I reread it and was like... Hang on... The motivation can stay as long as he lies... And then the pov character can establish some of his thick headedness in not noticing... And it's not exactly heathy... Yum

But that needed two weeks of noodling for me to realise. And now it's foreshadowing the act three plot twist! That I haven't written yet cos I have too many ideas for how to do the reveal and they're all juicy

Anyway, I'm loving being free to rewrite and change stuff constantly. And like, also gives me the freedom to drag and drop things into different points in the chronology if I wanna try it out with relatively little editing cos so far the scenes are mostly surface level.

It's good. I'm good. It's been like seven weeks of free form writing when I feel like it and it's at like 25k without breaking a sweat so. I'm happy ❤️❤️

[vulpinesaint]

Yo, I'm finally finished with my meetings god knows that was useless………. I love my PhD but I hate all the socializing you gotta do around it.

Well, that's pretty impressive that you got through Asphodel so quickly… Don't worry about Theseus too much, idk how many hours you're in but I remember when I first started Hades 1 the Elysium boss was the one I struggled the most with and the rest was a piece of cake in comparison… T is also (rightfully so he's an asshole - try getting to the boss room with Ariadne's thread activated and you'll get a laugh) the most annoying so that didn't help…d recommend you avoid the big gates, so have less of a chance of randomly meeting Asterius before the boss fight but other than that, good luck! What's your favorite build so far?

One thing that's pretty neat about Hades II is Orpheus and Eurydice's storyline. I'm not gonna spoil you since you haven't experienced it yourself but it's a pretty interesting take on their relationship. I'd be curious what you think about it, if you've got time please share your thoughts! Also you're a baby player so I won't spoil you about Than and Hypnos but their relationship together and with Nyx is so well-written! Especially if you play Hades II afterwards you'll see things put into perspective very neatly. Than is incredible, he was my favorite character to romance, mostly because he was so incredibly unconventionally romanceable while being so classically obsessive dfsdf.

You're right though the dynamics between Nyx-Than-Hypnos are so interesting to dive in. If you're interested I've read some INCREDIBLE fanfictions about it -there's a lot left to the imagination and it's very very fertile terrain both in terms of sibling dynamics and in terms of parent-child dynamics (then again the Chaos-Nyx relationship is the best tbh). Especially if you ever get to Hades II. There will be lot of other storylines once you reach the surface….. Once again please let me know about it i wanna chat! I don't know anyone irl who plays the game so it's been hard holding it all in……..

Nope Zagreus is clueless as always that's part of his charm I'm afraid…. But yea, they're Elyseum's Orpheus and Eurydice…. Good luck learning not to die on the Asphodel magma solider you will soon face many more struggles lmao

yeah that’s crazy cause i answered that ask and then went the fuck to sleep and you only sent this like an hour before i woke up 😭 godspeed soldier the meetings sound grueling

gonna be real i don’t know how many hours i rlly have either… i am playing it netflix phone game style (not sure if that changes anything either… from what i know it seems like it is just a miniaturized version of the regular game…) so i don’t have like. steam hour count. 😭 not where i can easily find it at least… at work rn connected to the speaker so i’m not gonna go poking around in the game haha. from my screen time investigations i think i am at about hour 20 since wednesday last week 🫡 putting my little save data screenshots in there cause it is so early i do not want to type out numbers 😭

so far my favorite things have been uhhhh. electric shot for my cast. pisses me off when i don’t have something that can take out all the tiny guys in one swoop and i just do not use my cast if it doesn’t do group damage of some kind. flood shot is acceptable too but i rlly fuck with the zeus one… other than that i rlly fuck with uhhhhhh the dashes that induce status effects. the aphrodite or dionysus ones. killing bitches by just running around them really fucking fast until weak or hangover takes them down five damage at a time. sorry meg 😭 i have to say it is fantastic for my strategy of “button mash while dashing like your life depends on it to try not to get hit”. i’ve also been using artemis’ uhhhh. hunter dash lately. great for guy who is dashing around like a crazy person already i just have to put a nominal effort into pressing attack at the right time… and then try and avoid taking magma damage cause i am not doing it with any finesse or really that much control over direction…

other than that been trying to switch things up as much as possible? clear out some of the prophecies? i have zeus’ keepsake fully leveled but i’m trying to equip everyone’s once rn. don’t have everyone’s yet (missing like. four? def don’t have patroclus nd idk who else i haven’t met yet) but y’know. in preparation for completing that quest. i did a run with a lot of ares doom effects recently that was cool! fan of that one. trying to switch up the weapons too cause otherwise i would just live with varatha 24/7 and i am. not gonna get my checkpoint rewards that way. really do not like any of the weapons besides varatha and stygius but… trying to get practice in… trying to use whatever has the dark thirst or whatever it’s called as incentive… they just do not seem very effective esp the adamant rail… at least coronacht is sexy…

favorite run so far i think has been getting stygius with the cursed slash daedalus upgrade! i like that one. god knows i take damage easily but one thing i can definitely do is hit things a bunch 💖💖💖💖💖✨✨✨✨ have my little record for that one and then for the last run i did for u hashtag screenshots 🖤🖤

zagreus is so silly but it is interesting seeing greek mythology through the perspective of someone who is immersed in it but doesn’t know its stories!! when it’s like. yeah this guy wouldn’t know the story of orpheus and eurydice literally why would he. he’s not gonna know ab achilles and patroclus unless he gets those specific guys to talk about it. how would he know about persephone if everyone is keeping it distinctly a secret from him… very cool. enjoying it

[loveisonlyforthebrave8]

i’m having a weird brain week

i’m gonna try and put it into words because i need to get whatever this feeling is off my chest somehow

but it feels like for the past week my head is like a watermelon with lots of rubber bands wrapped around it, and i’m on the precipice of total meltdown in the form of a messy explosion

i can’t concentrate on anything

my tinitus is rattling around in my brain on repeat and it keeps getting louder and more abnoxious the more i try and pretend its not there

my chest is so tight and my lungs are currently wheezing up a storm and no one actually knows what’s wrong with my chest and why i randomly wheeze at whatever time of the day for no particular reason because my chest is fine on all the scans but it’s actually not fine because why am i still wheezing

i try to read fanfic but i can’t see the words

i try to watch shows but i can’t hear the words

i want to go for a drive but i don’t want to drive without having a destination and fuck knows where i want to drive to

i want to leave the house and *do something* but the thought of leaving the house makes me want to cry because i don’t want to do it alone

and then comes the realisation that i don’t really have many *close* irl friends who i want to chill with because it’s all just surface level friendships because no one really knows me and the way i hyperfixate on certain things or shows or ships and sometimes that’s the only thing that makes me truly happy and when i do try and talk to my irl friends about it they listen without really listening or they try and indulge me without any real effort and it just makes me not want to talk to any of them about it because no one gets it or gets me

but even today my usual hyperfixations aren’t distracting enough to quiet my brain

so i’m endlessly scrolling on tiktok to try and fill the void that my usual media outlets aren’t quite hitting

i’m currently hyperfixating on RWARB content because it seems to be the only thing i can currently say i’m genuinely looking forward to but i’m also getting annoyed because it’s not here yet

it’s almost like i hit my peak (seeing my name on that big screen and everyone was saying how amazing it was and how proud they are of me) and i’m still trying to live off that high

but to go from that to now sitting alone in my room, unemployed again after losing my next big contract because of the strikes, strugging to find my next job because there is no work in my field, watching my barely even there to begin with savings dwindle away as bill after bill comes out but nothing is going in and that’s making me anxious as fuck but i’m also trying not to think about it because then i will have a breakdown and i can’t afford to have a breakdown because it won’t actually solve anything so i squash it at the back of my brain like the constant buzzing in my ears

i’ve applied for theatre job after theatre job, because its the only job i can think of off the top of my fuzzy head to apply for that would enjoy but also give the opportunity to be there short term and be flexible enough that if i was to find film/tv work i could plausibly do both

and i’m just kinda plodding along with the biggest fucking tension headache of my life that just won’t seem to quit and now i’m blurting about it on tumblr under a read more because what the fuck else am i going to do? be productive? pfft

[thaleleah]

So sorry this is so late, hun! But holy craaaap this was amazing! For someone that hasn't seen the show, this was so incredibly well written and I knew this was gonna be a gem just because it was you that wrote it but I couldn't have asked for a better fic. I think you captured Billy's personality perfectly!

/definitely not historically actuate but you are reading about getting railed by billy-the-kid so you can fuck off if you have a problem with it./

You know what..... you're right 😌

/You would catch him staring at you from across the market. He would try to talk to you every chance he got. Always trying to find out more about you. He was awkward mostly, unfitting to his position of power. Despite his eager attempts to gain an audience with you, his eyes often floated around the room, and the conversation topics only always grazed the surface. 

Nevertheless when you excused yourself from him, he always seemed disappointed but never stopped you/

This is so in character for him. He's actually is such an awkward young man who is forced into this intimidating and dangerous position of power and its so accurate to see how he takes charge of his position now but still fumbles when it comes to love and personal matters lolllll

/Billy greets the shopkeeper respectfully but the men he is with are arrogant and begin playing with the objects on display./ and /Billy takes it first and places the small pouch in his pocket, thanking the man, and asking about his family./

I love that you emphasize Billy's respectful qualities! That's such a huge part of his personality and frankly so incredibly hot for no reason lmaoooo. Asking about the man's family? 😍

/"You look awful pretty today"

"You say that every day, Mr Bonney".

“I mean it every day”./

YOU LITTLE ROMANTIC YOU, BILLY. He's got the rizz

/“Well we ain't strangers” he says as he nestles up beside you again./

Nope, we are not strangers, my delusional little psycho. We've been secretly dating and actually already engaged since before we even officially met in your mind

/Thank you for seeing me home, Mr Bonney”, You try.

“Anytime Miss Y/N. Maybe one day you could invite me around, and we could have tea”./

Yes, sir! Whenever you want, sir! My legs--- oh i mean door is always open for you, sir!

/The Regulators go to move out before the rest of the guests but Billy blocks the path by putting his hand on the front pew. Manners were important to Billy but less so to his group./

Me when Billy is strict and enforcing respect:

/You spin out from his arms in sync with the other girls. It reached the part of the song where partners were swapped but Billy held tight to your hand and spun you back into him, leaving the next man looking for his new dance partner./

Billy being possessiveeeeeeeee 🥵🥵🥵 So fucking hot

/“I don’t know what you mean, but you better get that gun out of my face before I put you down”.

You shrink yourself as small as you could against Billy back. His hold tightens as he feels you move. 

Harold scoffs, “You ain’t that quick”. 

“Yes, I am” he threatens./

"Yes, I am" - BREAK MY BACK LIKE A GLOWSTICK WHY IS THAT SO HOT

/Your days became dull again without the excitement of Billy. Your chores became chores again without the added threat of Billy laying in wait. 

Miss may be a strong word, but something felt off when he wasn’t around. You figure you had gotten so used to a state of anxiety that normalcy felt strange./

Miss girl got a little bit of a fear kink?? 👀 I too crave to be stalked by Billy lollll. Who wants normalcy when you could have Billy?

/You sleep with the thought of him on your mind. Who would protect the town if not him? Who would fill your days with excitement and wonder? You scold yourself for the latter thought./

Giiiiirllllll just fuck him! You know you want tooooo

Side note tho: I really like the concept of him being the unofficial law and main protection of everyone in town (like in the dark/bad boy sense but also as a kindness) but also being her main source of anxiety. Idk why but there's something so attractive about him technically being the ultimate protector/"good person" for everyone else except her. Probs a form of authority kink? Idk lol. Idk if that actually made sense or not.

/His name never gets off your lips. It’s sealed shut by a strong gloved hand pressed over your mouth, and the feeling of a cool barrel of a gun pressed into the side of your head./

HELLO HI MR BONNEY IS DONE PLAYING OUR FUCKING GAMES

/“I’ve missed you these past few days. Been real lonely without you”. He kicks the dirt under his shoe and watches as it jumps from his force. 

“We were never friends, Billy”. 

Billy. The name seemed to have just fallen off your lips. 

The sound of his name gave him courage to look up at you.

“You’re right. You’re right. We skipped that stage”./

"We were never friends, Billy" OUCH! You know that hurt him to hear 😭 Poor baby daydreams every second of every day of his future life with her and she's trying to say they aren't friends? For shameeeee.

Also i love that her saying his first name finally is what ultimately gave him the motivation to do what he needed to do. He probably almost came in his pants hearing her say it

/“You know God told me that you were the woman for me’’.

“Did he?” you ask cautiously. 

“Years ago. I saw you in town, I said ‘God, if she’s the one make her drop her bracelet’. And you did”. 

He reaches into his vest pocket pulling out his pocket watch to show you the chain. He brought it over to you. In the light you could see that he had melted the gold of your bracelet to his small gold watch and fashioned it into his pocket watch that he carried daily. The ends of the bracelet were melded but the gold that was braided together looked identical to the bracelet you had lost/

BRUH THATS SO CUTE. He fused it to his watch so he could carry a part of her with him all the time 🥰 How romantic

/“If I can’t make you see my love, I can make you feel it”. /

/The shake of your body is attributed to many things, the cold air that swarmed you, the shame and fear of it all, the fact that it was your first time being bare to a man. Billy took it to mean the cold and adjusted the blankets so they were pressed up against the sides of your body./

HE'S SO CONSIDERATE. We love a considerate man

/You had no intention of killing him. You had just wanted to touch it. The gun of Billy-the-kid./

No cause same tho

/“What? What do you want my gun for?” As he leans up to reach for it and you feel his cock push up into your stomach. 

He brings it out of his holster with the barrel pointed at your head, but his finger is far from the trigger. 

“Don’t you know a man’s gun is part of him? You should ask a man before you touch it”.

The gun pushes further and down to your lips. Billy’s eyes were dark. The awkward boy that used to court you was buried in the furthest part of him.

“Open your mouth” he commands. 

With the taste of metal at your teeth, you do part your lips enough for the tip of the gun. A struggle could lead to an accidental misfire. 

His thrusts in time with the movement of the gun. His eyes focus on your lips, the way they curl around his barrel. 

The metallic taste overwhelmed your tongue and your nose. It felt as if you could still taste the smoke on it. You are slow in your movements so not to startle him as you pull your head back./

/“Fuck” he sputters, his eyes close and he picks up pace, “That was hot”./

YEAH TELL ME ABOUT IT - everything about that scene was hot

/“The only way I would hurt you now is by leaving you. No man but those desperate or widowed would have you after I am done. Your family would never recover their name. Now I’ve made it clear that we are to get married, so no hurting is being done”. 

His fingers dig into your hips so hard that there was sure to be bruises littering the skin tomorrow. 

“Ain’t no sin for a husband and wife to become one”./

The manipulation is top tier lmaoooo, especially for his personality. But he's not wrong tho. He's fucked her up in more ways than one

/“I built you a house, you know. Told myself I couldn’t touch you until I drove the final nail in, and the day I do, you appear at the market a day earlier than you usually would. We’re connected. Every bad thing has led me here to you”./

HE BUILT HER A HOUSE! This man is a gem, idk what Reader is talking about

/“Yes. again. We gotta make sure we put a baby in you”, he states, positioning his body once again over yours./

You gotta do what you gotta do 🤷🏻‍♀️

You got my heart in my throat thinking that Billy was gonna have to kill her dad 😭

/“This is your room for when you need your space. I won’t step foot into it”. He looks at you expecting you to be overjoyed but finds you glaring back at him./

He's so fucking sweet I caaaaaaaaaaan'ttttt

And awwww, that ending is so sweet! Stockholm Syndrome is so sweet LMAOO. I hope she gets the baby girl she's hoping for

Fantastic fic, hun! I loved it 🧡

To have and to hold.

1/1 Disclaimer: I have not watched Billy the kid. This story is based on an internet search, and a can do mentality. No cannon events or characters.

Warnings: Dark!billy-the-kid, non-con, light stalking, technical kidnapping, spit, mature, 18+ only, porn-with-little-plot, non-fandom based writing, Reader POV, reader not described but can be picked up, definitely not historically actuate but you are reading about getting railed by billy-the-kid so you can fuck off if you have a problem with it. Dead dove, do not eat.

A/N: I am so sorry that this was late, and also rushed. The tent scene felt like I was pulling teeth out. I had no idea where I was going with it.

unedited.

You always knew Billy had a crush on you.

You would catch him staring at you from across the market. He would try to talk to you every chance he got. Always trying to find out more about you. He was awkward mostly, unfitting to his position of power. Despite his eager attempts to gain an audience with you, his eyes often floated around the room, and the conversation topics only always grazed the surface. 

Nevertheless when you excused yourself from him, he always seemed disappointed but never stopped you. 

You never minded the attention. You were flattered by it. Before him, none of the town's men paid you too much mind. Your family wasn’t rich, and your face was too plain to gain attention away from the wealthy girls.

It helped too that it was handsome. Dangerous. Big broad shoulders and striking eyes. He was good at his craft. Some say the best.

He was good enough to keep the vultures away from town. For a price. Him and his gang kept the town safe for a portion of everyone’s profits. It was a small profit compared to what he could have asked but added up quickly amongst the business that bloomed with his protection.

The regulators became the law after running out the corrupt and keeping out wild gangs that would come and pillage.

There were worse men to be left in charge. Overall his reputation was good but money was to be paid, or houses were to be burned down.

He had men to look after. They had to be fed and housed with a few extra dollars in their pockets to halt their boisterous nature.

From the few times he did use a heavy hand, it left a strong reminder to the community that Billy’s word was law.

Even with his sheriff- like position, he was still considered an outlaw. Wanted in multiple counties. Wanted in yours not too long ago. Before he and his crew became the new law. So you had to keep your distance as much as you could, and avoid situations where you could be seen alone with him. The town mostly thought of you as a poor target for Billy but a few whispers about you were already causing damage to your reputation.

 Anyone connected to the regulators was treated differently. People wanted to distance themselves from the group that controlled the area. Anyone found being too friendly with the Regulators were ostracized. Your family couldn't afford to be outcast. The family business relied on steady connections and loyal customers. 

So you don’t mind the flirtatious talk in private or burning stares so long as it never proceeds from that.

To help this, you avoided him where you could but some days it felt as if he knew your schedule better than you did. 

You tried to switch it up by going to town a day earlier than you usually would, but fate had it that it was the same day as Billy’s collection. 

People hush as Billy and two of his men come into the convenience store. Some leave while others push themselves to the back of the store. You try and hide your face behind a series of hanging baskets as you watch the group walk confidently in. 

Billy greets the shopkeeper respectfully but the men he is with are arrogant and begin playing with the objects on display. You knew them as Jim Greathouse, and Tom O’Folliard. Both long-standing members of the Regulators. 

“Good evening, Mr O’Conoly. How are you today?”

“Good, Billy. Thank you”. The shopkeeper places a pouch of money on top of the counter for the men to take. 

Billy takes it first and places the small pouch in his pocket, thanking the man, and asking about his family. 

You try to make your escape moving from behind the baskets towards the door. Your face heated with just the thought of talking to Billy in a room full of people. In passing or at a public event was unavoidable, your townspeople knew that, but talking so friendly in a shop. It would bring your family shame if it came across too familiar.

But you were too hasty in your exit, your feet too hard against the floor. The shuffling caught his attention. Worried that he might be offended with your behavior, you pretend to look at the pears on display as if contemplating. 

The sound of his feet against the floorboards matched the beating of your heart. 

You pretend to look busy as you inspect the pears but could feel his searing stare as he approached you.

“Miss y/n”’ he took off his hat as he spoke as a sign of respect.

You nodded your head towards him as a sign of respect back, “Mr Bonney”.

“Billy. You can call me Billy”.

You nod back with a tight smile, keeping your eyes focused on the produce in front of you. To encourage Billy by calling him by familiar terms may give him the wrong impression.

"You look awful pretty today"

"You say that every day, Mr Bonney".

“I mean it every day”. He stands close to you, leaning his frame over yours. With his height it could have been intimidating but you knew he meant no harm.

“Did you need help shopping today? I could carry your basket for you” His fingers reach out to your basket but you tug it back against you. 

“Thank you, Mr Bonney, but I will not be buying anything today. I must get home. I suddenly don’t feel well”. 

“Wait” He reaches out and gently captures your arm to stop you from turning. It was the first time he had ever touched you. It felt like you had been zapped with electricity. 

You pull quickly out of his grasp and look around the shop. People were staring at the scene. One wrong step and it could be the end of your family's good name. You step further back from him, solidifying that he was the same person to them as he was to you. 

Billy holds his hands flat out in surrender, telling you he had no further plans of touching you. 

“I was just wondering if you planned to be at Maria's wedding?”. 

Maria was a friend of yours, of course you would be at her wedding. You wondered why he was asking, he knew this too. 

She was often with you when he approached. More than that her soon-to-be husband was friendly with Billy, and borrowed from the Regulators to finance a farm. 

Because of that, would he now be invited to the wedding? Would you be stuck avoiding him the whole night?

“I do,” you respond. If you lied and he was invited it would be an uncomfortable evening, but has telling the truth now placed you in a difficult spot?

“I was wondering if you might fancy a dance or two with me?”

A sudden loud clanking noise stole the spotlight from you. Jim had knocked a table of grain and spilled it over the floor along with the serving cup. Tom bellowed at his friend's mistake, kneeling over from laughter. 

“I am sorry, sir” Billy said to the shopkeeper, “He will pay for that”. 

Tom laughs louder, earning a shove from Jim. 

“Clean it up” Billy demands with a click of his fingers. Jim snatched a nearby rag and kneeled upon the floor under Billy’s stare. You make a quick exist while he is distracted but he follows you across the floor. 

The shopkeepers goes to help clean up the mess by bringing a broom but he is insulated by Jim as he nears. He throws the dirty rag at the man and questions why he didn’t bring a broom sooner. 

Billy’s attention is once again caught. He looks at you as you pass through the door but Jim continues to hurl insults at the undeserving shopkeep. Billy turns direction away from you to deal with the situation. 

“Hey. He’s paid his dues. Leave him alone” was the last thing you heard as you raced down the steps and to the path back home. 

You bash your hand against your forehead as you take the dirt path back to your home. It felt good to release some of the tension you felt. You had kept your composure through your walk through the back of town but could feel it bubbling under the surface. 

You should have left as soon as he entered the store. Now you were left in difficult position and only the feeling of dread around your friends wedding. 

How would you be able to avoid him for the entire time? Your only hope is that he will avoid you while you are with your family. 

You swing your empty basket. The trip to town and back was a 40 minute walk across a hard pebble road. You’d have to make it again tomorrow. 

You wondered if you would see him again. Billy normally placed himself in town to correspond with your schedule. 

Would he ask for a dance again or had you wounded his pride? What is the right answer? 

Yes would leave the town talking for weeks. Might even affect your fathers business.

 No might make you an enemy of the Regulators.  Which is the last thing you wanted to be. 

Perhaps if you took more chores, your sister would take your trip to town. 

She was stubborn though. Would want more than her fair share to swap tasks. You begin your negotiations in your head. 

Preparing for when you get home, when the sound of galloping horse upon the gravel approaches you. You move from the path to let the horseman pass, but it slows next to you. 

You look up at the rider, just making out his face under the sun. 

“Mr Bonney. What are you doing?”. 

You eye the area to see no one else. A blessing and a curse. 

He swings off his horse next to you.  

“You said you felt ill. I thought it was best to see you home alright”.

“I’ll be fine. Thank you, Mr Bonney”.

“Please, I insist. Riding would be faster than walking”.

“How would that look, sir? Sharing a horse?”.

“You could sit, and I’ll walk him along,” he suggests. His hat covers his face in shadows. It made it hard to see how he was processing your words.

“No, thank you, sir. The walk would be good for me. You go on now”. 

“I’ll walk alongside you”. He readies the reins of his horse between his hand for a walking pace.

“There’s really no need” you try. 

“There’s also nothing stopping me” he returns. 

It puts you back on one foot. He had never spoken to you like that before. Conversations about the weather, and upcoming community events were the only things really talked about. Sometimes he would ask after your family, and your health. But he found that broader, more unfamiliar topics worked best to elicit a conversation. 

You once helped him pick out a ripe watermelon when he asked you but he had never refused to stop bothering you. 

He walked beside you with his shoulder almost touching yours. You try to create distance by walking on the edge of the road. The rocks slip off the edge of the road under your feet. It makes for an uncomfortable walk, in which your ankle twists from the uneven ground. 

“It looks like rain” he looks up to the sky and its dark forming clouds, “I sure hope it clears before the wedding”. 

You tense as he brings up the wedding. It was surely a ploy to reintroduce his offer. In an attempt to discourage him, you only offer him a nod. 

One wrong step and you tumble of balance towards the surrounding dirt. 

“Careful” he hand latches on to your arm, pulling you back on the path. He moves himself and his horse over to the center of the road, pulling you along with his hold, “Don’t want you breaking an ankle before our dance”. 

You paused to consider a broken ankle as your way of escaping the dance, but it would immobilise you and Billy was sure to sit by your side the entire night. 

“I don’t dance, Mr Bonney. Two left feet I am afraid”. 

“We’ll get along fine”

“I might not be well enough to attend anyway”. 

“Oh” he looks ahead at the road, “That would be a shame”.

The horse kicks, impatient with her pace. 

“Settle” he commanded with a pat to its nose. 

“She’s used to going fast,” he tells you. 

“Please, Mr Bonney. I would hate to upset your horse”. You gesture for him to go forward and leave you.

He laughs at you. A sweet, airy laugh. 

“She'll be fine”.

You knew he meant you no harm. Even as you walk with him miles from anyone you felt no fear. So you walk in a comfortable silence next to him, your feet falling into step with his own. 

“If you need a break, let me know,” he spoke. 

You wondered why he said such a thing, forgetting your own lie. Quick in your recoup you bring your hand to your forehead 

“I will be fine. Home is not too far off”. 

He offers you a drink from his water flask which you decline. He had reached for it although from his saddle and you still him with a hand on his shoulder. It freezes him.

In return his eyes freeze you as he peers back over his shoulder.

You’re not sure why but an apology falls from your lips. 

“No” he assures, “No-I”. 

Neither of you were sure where to go.

He puts the flask back, turning to you with empty hands. 

You didn't notice that you had stopped walking until his horse kicked impatiently.

“I have to get home” you state. 

You pick up speed and return to the silence as you walk alongside him. 

Out of nowhere and somewhat timidly he reaches a hand out and places it on your shoulder. 

You jump back at the unexpected contact. Half expecting the hand to claw and punch you down to the ground. But it releases. 

He squints his eyes at you, surprised at your reaction. 

“You don’t think I would hurt you. Do you?”

You weren’t sure. He’s never been aggressive towards you. But stories of him being a dangerous man made their way around the community. 

“No, Mr Bonney”. 

With home so close it urges you to pick up the pace. He keeps it easily. 

“Is that why you didn’t want me to walk you home? Because you thought I would hurt you? Y/N, I would never”.

His hand once again goes up to touch you but you knock it away. 

“Mr Bonney, may I remind you that you are a stranger to me. That I am an unmarried woman, and you are an unmarried man. If some one were to mistake this situation, it could cause great damage to my reputation. My family's reputation, and livelihood".

He looked hurt that you had spoken to him like that. He stopped his fast pace beside you, and you took the opportunity to continue on without him. 

“Well we ain't strangers” he says as he nestles up beside you again. 

The walk turned silent again and it remained that way as you passed through the wide field to your home. 

Your small family home comes into view, and thought perhaps you could shake him. But he doesn’t leave you as you open your gate. 

“Thank you for seeing me home, Mr Bonney”, You try.

“Anytime Miss Y/N. Maybe one day you could invite me around, and we could have tea”.

You slam the gate shut between you. By allowing him to walk you home, does he think that you were opening up to him? 

“I am not sure my father would approve”. 

Billy’s eyes fall to the ground. He doesn’t look up as he speaks. 

“I see”, he states, “Well, rest up and I’ll see you at the wedding”.

You hear the talking of your mother and sister as they bring the washing back up to the house. If they came too close, he would try to start a friendly conversation with them. The risk of your father seeing, and shooting is already high. You needn’t add to it. 

“Goodbye, Mr Bonney”, you bid. 

You leave him at the gate, scoping your mother and sister into your arms and back into the house. 

—

The day of the wedding came. The whole house woke up in excitement but you felt more heavy than you should have. 

You tried to strike a balance between dressing nice and dressing too nice that Billy would think you dressed up for him.

Luckily, Miara relied on you the whole day to complete last minute things. While the others were gathered in front of the church, you were in the field gathering flowers for her bouquet. After that you helped her dress and do her hair. It all kept you away from the guests right up to the wedding. 

You dash inside the small church to find your seat before the bride was ready to come in. 

You saw not only him but the entire group of the Regulators sitting at that back corner out of the way. They were all clean and dressed nicely to Billy’s request. Their hats were taken off their heads in respect, and not one of them spoke. 

Billy’s body shifted as he saw you. It straightened, slightly turning towards you as you walked up the aisle to your family. You could feel his eyes on you as you walked. You couldn’t help looking back at him. 

You took your seat next to your sister in time for the band to start the wedding march. Maria slowly walks down the aisle, you try to keep you focused on her during all of the service but his stare burns a hole in the back of your head. 

All too soon the ceremony was over. Maria and her new husband stop to greet Billy as they pass. Maria’s husband gets a firm handshake as Billy says something to him and Maria is brought in for a kiss on the cheek. 

They acted like old friends despite their true relationship as debtor and debtee. 

Once the newlyweds make it to the door signaling for the rest to follow, you form a barrier of your family to keep you away from Billy as you pass him. The Regulators go to move out before the rest of the guests but Billy blocks the path by putting his hand on the front pew. Manners were important to Billy but less so to his group.

Billy and the Regulators walked behind the guests to the reception held in the field of the newlyweds' new farmstead. The couple had hired a live band, and borrowed tables and chairs.  Candles and a large fire was lit as it darkened. People danced and laughed amongst the Regulators, but you found yourself trying to keep busy to avoid any conversation. 

If you remained for too long in one spot, you could feel Billy closing in. Only the request from your friend on her big day made you pause. She needed help dishing up the punch as the speeches would begin soon. 

All your efforts of the night were wasted as you distributed the drink into the many cups. You were a sitting duck, and you could see Billy closing in. You rush, half spilling the punch on the table. People distracted him as he made his way over. It gave you hope you could finish before he reached you. 

“Whoa, slow down” Maria jeered. 

“Sorry. Can you find someone else to do this? Mr Bonney is coming over and if I get trapped talking to him it will ruin my night”. 

Maria slaps your arm hard causing you to spill a whole cup of punch. 

“I won’t hear that talk about Billy. Not after what he did”. 

Your friend goes back to pouring but she has now peaked your interest. 

“What did he do?” you ask. 

Maria places her cup down and leans closer to you as if it was a secret. 

“Our wedding present was the farm. We own it. Debt free. He let us off”.

An expensive wedding present from a man who barely knows the couple. It was also a dangerous thing to do. How many people will now be expecting debt to be wiped free after every major life event. 

Billy made his way over. You don’t turn from Maria but she ecstatically greets him. 

“Can I lend a hand, Maria?”. He stands too close, your shoulder almost touching him. 

Maria declined his offer of help but he picks up the empty cups and holds them out for you to fill. 

You don’t speak to him as you work but he continues to swap the cups under you. 

“Let's start passing these out” Maria spoke to you, picking up a tray and disappearing into the party. You follow suit, picking up your tray without a word, but Billy takes it from you, placing it back on the table. 

“I was wondering if you were ready for the dance you promised me?”.

“There are many girls here, Mr Bonney, who are dying for a dance”. You hint at him. You look to your father who is watching you from his group of friends. 

“That may be so”. He is resolved to his position. Although you knew it was unintentional his hand went to his gun holster light resting on the leather belt. 

 It was best not to make a scene so you give him a curt nod and head towards the crowd of people dancing. A dance at a wedding is hardly anything scandalous. He follows close and when he feels like you are far enough into the dance floor he takes your wrist into his hand and spins you towards him. 

“Are you having a good time?’’ he asks as you move together to the festive music.

“Yes”. You wish you could have said more but your brain felt muddled with him so close. You could feel his strong shoulders as you rest your arm around his neck, and his strong fingers squeezed around yours.

“It didn’t rain” he comments. 

“No” you agree. 

“You look beautiful in that dress”

“Thank you. I borrowed it from my sister”.

A man calls out to Billy, taking the attention off you for the second that it took Billy to give an acknowledging nod. 

You spin out from his arms in sync with the other girls. It reached the part of the song where partners were swapped but Billy held tight to your hand and spun you back into him, leaving the next man looking for his new dance partner. 

Billy jerks his head in the direction of the girl who was supposed to take your place.

“Over there” he suggests. 

The dance continues and you resume your position as Billy’s dance partner. 

“That’s not how that dance goes” you scold. 

“Not going to let you go that easy”.

He spins you out and back in again, “You told me you were two left feet. You seem to be doing alright to me”, he says as he holds you close. 

You push yourself out of his hold and back  into dancing formation. Cozy in the arms of the judge, jury and executor is not a good look. 

“That may be because you are two right feet”.  

He laughs causing you to giggle with him but you were acutely aware of your fathers protective stare. 

“See we make the perfect pair” he boasts. 

His remark silences you. Too many flirtatious exchanges could leave the wrong impression. 

“How are you feeling?” Billy asks softly, “I ain’t spinning you too much, am I? Did you want to sit with me for a bit?” 

“No” better to get the dancing out of the way for the night, “no, I feel fine”. 

He doesn’t spin you again. Instead keeping you close in a gently swaying motion. You follow his lead around the floor. A few stared but most were too consumed with themselves to notice. Only your father paid true attention. 

“Maria told me that you forgave the debt on the land” you said after a moment of nothing but dancing. 

He nods back, a small smile on his lips as he looks out to the other dancers. He was pleased that you knew.

“I did. We want to see prosperity in this land. Farmers are important in that”.

Suddenly his jaw became hard, and his hold loosened. 

“Wouldn’t that be right, Harold?”. 

His change confused you. Instead of dancing with you, he had pushed your body behind his, gripping the fabric of your dress around your waist to keep you still, and had his gun pointed straight. 

You move as much as you could to see Harold Fern, the baker in your community. He looked disheveled as he held out a shotgun.  His hair was a mess, his clothes half done up and wrinkled His cheeks and nose burned red with intoxication. 

“You son of a bitch” slurred Harold, “You took everything from me”. 

“I don’t know what you mean, but you better get that gun out of my face before I put you down”.

You shrink yourself as small as you could against Billy back. His hold tightens as he feels you move. 

Harold scoffs, “You ain’t that quick”. 

“Yes, I am” he threatens. 

Harold sways as he thinks about Billy’s statement giving Billy the time to try and talk so sense into the man. 

“I don’t want to hurt you, Harold. Don’t make me. Whatever you think I have done, I am sure we can fix it”. 

“Your taxes put me out of business. My fathers business, my fathers’ fathers business. You and your gang come in demanding a share from the work you don’t do”. 

 ‘I am sorry, Harold, Truely. But your business would have been gone long ago if it weren’t for us. You think the Casa gang would have left anything if they were successful in their attack? We stopped them. What do you think would have been left of this town if we didn’t?”. 

With the man subdued, you move from where you pressed up against Billy’s back to move from the line of fire. But Billy’s hold on your dress would not loosen. You resumed your spot against his back, hoping that the bullet would not go straight through. 

“If it’s a loan you need I can give it to you, but I can also send you to the grave after your father if your finger itches towards that trigger anymore”.

“Billy!” you hear a voice of one of the regulators. The surrounding people gasp as another gun is brought out. 

“It’s alright. Harolds here just had too much to drink. Why don’t you take him back to his house and i’ll be by tomorrow to see if we can figure out a solution to his problem”. 

Harold must have chosen to drop the gun because you heard the shoving and shouting from Billy’s man and not the ricochet of a gun. 

The grip on your dress is released and Billy turns towards you placing his hands on your shoulders. 

“Are you okay?”. 

You shake him off, aware of the audience still staring at you. Billy follows your gaze around the crowd. 

“It’s alright everyone. Let’s get the music going again’’ 

Billy raises his hand to your arm once more but you are pushed away before it lands. Your father had come to your rescue quickly pushing you through the crowd. You look back at Billy. He doesn’t move. Just stares until you are out of sight. 

You don’t see Billy for the next week. His men did his collections. You only saw them around town, never him. You figure he was laying low after the wedding incident. 

Your days became dull again without the excitement of Billy. Your chores became chores again without the added threat of Billy laying in wait. 

Miss may be a strong word, but something felt off when he wasn’t around. You figure you had gotten so used to a state of anxiety that normalcy felt strange. 

He would return, you ensured yourself, just enjoy it while it lasts.  

On the tenth night of his absence from your life you think that maybe he had skipped town, and you would never see him again. The Regulators would need a new leader and you shudder thinking who it could be. 

You sleep with the thought of him on your mind. Who would protect the town if not him? Who would fill your days with excitement and wonder? You scold yourself for the latter thought. He was an outlaw. A villain. Blood soaked his hands.  He was a bad man. The leader of bad men. You sleep with hateful thoughts of the Regulators and their leader. 

You wake with the sound of your dog scratching at your door. Begging to be let out. The night was cold. Even with a large blanket and the windows shut, you shivered. 

You sigh as you get up, quickly looking for your robe. It would do little to keep the cold away but something was better than nothing. 

It was odd for your dog to wake to pee. It only happened when he was a pup and that was long ago. 

You follow him as he races down the steps, trying your best to be quiet so as not to wake your family. The dog is energetic, scratching at the main door. 

You ‘sh’ him as you open it. You’re greeted by a wave of freezing air.  

The dog ruined your plans of staying on the porch as he disappeared into the darkness forcing you to follow down. 

The cold grass sinks into your feet, the moisture soaking your soles. You could barely see your dog in the dark with his black fur. Only the sound of him peeing told you he was still there. 

You stretch as you wait, looking up at the night sky. Slowly rolling your head in a circle. In doing so, you could see a small flame in the distance. A candle still going just outside of your father's shed.

You go to blow it out before it catches anything on fire. Another odd occurrence. Your father rarely lit candles due to their cost. He was sure to blow it out before he finished. Still he is old like your dog. They are both slipping from their good habits and you would need to learn to be more gracious. 

You bend down and with one quick blow, the flame is gone. Rising once more, you decide it is time to return to bed and go to call your dog over. 

His name never gets off your lips. It’s sealed shut by a strong gloved hand pressed over your mouth, and the feeling of a cool barrel of a gun pressed into the side of your head. 

“Sh, sh, sh, be quiet”. 

Your gut dropped, you knew the smooth voice of Billy. With faith he wouldn’t hurt you, you try screaming into his hand. He shook you a bit but no harsh hand was used to silence you. 

“I said quiet”. 

You do. You once heard that he shot a man off his horse a mile away. Now with a gun pressed into your head you didn’t need too much persuading to do as he said. 

“We’re going on a little trip, you and I” he whispers in your ear. 

Where was your dog? You wondered. Why couldn’t he sense you were in danger and come save you. You were no match for Billy. 

“Okay?” he asks.  You nod in response. 

“Okay, move”. He keeps his hand across your mouth, and his gun buried in your back, using it to move you forward. 

It’s not too far before the sight of his horse is seen only thirty feet from your house. He releases you and halters his gun so he could cup his hands to help you onto the saddle. 

You look back at your house, not too far in the distance. If you ran could you make it? If you screamed could your family hear it?

“Come on, now. Don’t keep me waiting”. 

Deciding you couldn’t make it, you slot your foot into his hands, and he hoists you up to the saddle. He got up more easily, and with a swing of his leg he saddles up behind you, bringing the reins and his hands down upon your lap. 

“Where are we going?” You ask.

“It’s not far. Just some place I go to think”. 

The horse is ridden at a leisurely pace. The cold air attacks you, and you find yourself curling into Billy’s warmth. 

He doesn’t speak to you again but you could feel him trying his best to protect you from the cold wind. His body barricaded around you, trying to keep you warm. At one point when the wind blew especially hard, he planted his large warm hand over the side of your face and pressed the other side of your face into his chest.

With the amount of shock running through your body, you weren't sure if the ride was short like he promised. It felt like an entirety by his side. 

When you arrived at the camp, the fire was already going, and a tent was set up. 

He dismounts first and then reaches back up to help you down. 

“Why have you brought me here?”. You accept his help down, his horse wouldn’t go without him. 

“To talk. Some place where you can’t run away”.

His words should have carried more weight, but you knew they were said in a non-threatening manner. 

There was a log near the fire that you used as a seat while Billy remained across from you. 

“I’ve missed you these past few days. Been real lonely without you”. He kicks the dirt under his shoe and watches as it jumps from his force. 

“We were never friends, Billy”. 

Billy. The name seemed to have just fallen off your lips. 

The sound of his name gave him courage to look up at you.

“You’re right. You’re right. We skipped that stage”. 

His eyes go back down and he is silent once more. 

“Y/N, your daddy’s never going to approve of me”.

“No” you agree, “No, he’s not”. 

His eyes flick up back to yours, his stance hardens, his shoulders square and his eyes peer down at you.

“So. Where does that leave us?” he asks. 

A large gust of wind blows through the camp, straight through you. Your body hunches from the cold

“Are you cold?” he asks in a state of shock that he could ignore the obvious. He doesn’t wait for your response, gone into his tent before the question fully parted from his lips. 

He brings out a thick wool blanket, and wraps it around your shoulders before going back to his side of the fire.

He rubs his hand across the bottom of his face, his other hand positions on his hip. You wondered what he was thinking. Why he looked so worried when he was the one in the position of power? 

“Billy?” you asked softly. His eyes flicked from the ground up to you. “Billy, take me home”. 

“You know God told me that you were the woman for me’’.

“Did he?” you ask cautiously. 

“Years ago. I saw you in town, I said ‘God, if she’s the one make her drop her bracelet’. And you did”. 

He reaches into his vest pocket pulling out his pocket watch to show you the chain. He brought it over to you. In the light you could see that he had melted the gold of your bracelet to his small gold watch and fashioned it into his pocket watch that he carried daily. The ends of the bracelet were melded but the gold that was braided together looked identical to the bracelet you had lost.

 It was your bracelet. One you lost nearly three years ago. The clasp was broken, you shouldn’t have been wearing it but it was one of your favorites. 

“It’s just a coincidence. It doesn’t mean anything” you said. A broken bracelet was hardly uncommon for a woman who had little money to fix it. 

This seemed to anger him. His face scrunched up and his movement became rough and short. 

“Coincidence? Was it a coincidence tonight? I had a burning desire to see you and you just so happen to be outside waiting for me”.

“I wasn’t waiting for you”.

“Well something brought you outside to me. You don’t call that fate?”. 

“My dog”. Your eyes slowly weep as Billy the kid turns into Billy the outlaw. 

To run a group of outlaws. To kill men, and control a town, you knew he had to have a dark streak. No matter how well he hid it, there must be something lurking underneath to be able to exert the violence needed.

His hand flys to his forehead, rubbing it as if you were causing him a headache. 

“You ain't listening. Me and you. We’re connected. Meant to be”. 

“Okay” you agree. Unsure on what else to do. “Billy, I am really cold and would like to go home now”.

“Here” he comes closer to you, bending down and helping you to your feet. 

He picks up a lit lamp by the fire, and tries to lead you forward. 

“It’s warmer in the tent”.

Your heart jumps. Alone in a tent is the last place you want to be. 

Your arm jerks from his touch as you speak, “Take me home now”. 

His hands grip your arms too tight.

“Home? What if I gave you a new home? One where we could be together”.

The cold air no longer bothered you. Billy was the law. Whatever he did would be met with no consequences. 

“I’ve been thinking, if your daddy won’t approve no matter what. Maybe we shouldn’t ask him” he continued. 

You struggle against Billy. How quickly after all this time that his touch became hurtful.

“I need my father's blessing,” you state. 

“I was worried you would say that” he remarks. 

The force on your arms changed from holding you still to pushing you forward. 

“Billy get off” you shout. 

“You won’t listen to reason” he retaliates. 

The door of the tent wasn’t tied so you were easily pushed through the fabric. You fall onto the laid mattress with no strength to raise yourself while Billy does ties up the door to keep the cold air out.

“Billy” you cry. 

He lays down next to you, wrapping his arm around your back and up your neck. 

“Everything is fine. I’ll take care of you”.

“Billy, don’t do this,” you pleaded. 

“If I can’t make you see my love, I can make you feel it”. 

He rises to rid himself of his suspenders. You sit up on your legs in front of you, with no harsh hand pushing you back down.

You capture his head between your hands, only talking when there was no attempt to shake you off. 

“Billy, think about what this will mean for me”. 

His eyes feel cold as they graze upon you, “I am thinking about you. About us. He can’t deny the marriage if what is done is done”. 

Feeling his head push forward under your hold, you go to make one last plea before his lips meet yours. 

“Bil-”. His kiss is hard and possessive. 

His body soon follows, and the weight of him presses you to the floor. 

Shoving at his shoulders doesn’t do much to deter him. After a handful of hard kisses, he changes positions, straddling your waist so he could sit up and unbutton his shirt. 

His movements are quick and rugged like having to get rid of the clothes was an annoying chore. 

Despite his dangerous line of work, and the odds, his body is free from scars and bullet holes. His tone chest and strong shoulders flex as he moves to throw the shirt to the corner of the tent. 

You’re memorized by his beauty until his hands reach for his belt. Your hands spring up to stop him, only this does he resist. 

“It’s alright. It ain’t going to hurt” he places a hand on your chest to keep you down while he undid his holster’s belt buckle, “I told you I would never hurt you”.

With the leather belt free, he slides the gun in the holster up along the ground. 

The button of his pants only takes a twist of his wrist and he is left in his underwear on top of you. 

“Get off” you yell at him but he continues by dragging you up to where the pillows are laid. 

He positions one of the pillows directly under your head for your comfort as you kick, your head rises and falls into it. 

His hand loosening the front tie of your nightgown stills the fight you had. 

“Billy, wait” you request. 

“I have waited. Nearly three years”. The nightgown is pushed off from your shoulders, and pulled down the rest of your body. 

The shake of your body is attributed to many things, the cold air that swarmed you, the shame and fear of it all, the fact that it was your first time being bare to a man. Billy took it to mean the cold and adjusted the blankets so they were pressed up against the sides of your body. 

The hand on your chest left as you stopped moving and both hands were moved to unbutton your underpants. 

“I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry’’. 

He leans down to kiss you again as a distraction to get between your legs. He is there before you know it.

He brings his fingers up to his mouth, sucking on them. You wondered what he was doing before he brought them down to your sex. 

You try to tell him to stop but your brain couldn’t muster it. Only a gasp escapes your lips as you feel him enter you. 

Its uncomfortable at first and you squirm away from him

“Stay still. It’ll get better” he promises. 

In an attempt to aid the friction, he leans his head down, spitting into cunt.

The extra moisture does help your arousal. Soon you are wet enough for his fingers to sink into you. 

He takes them out, not wanting you to finish too early, and brings his fingers to his lips to suck off the moisture. 

His hand comes down next to your head as lifts himself up to take off his underwear. 

“Is it going to hurt?” you ask. There was no point in begging. You had reached the point of no return. 

“Maybe. For a little bit, but it will feel good too. I promise”. 

He lines himself up with you, and with a final kiss he plunges himself into you. 

It feels as if he hits a wall inside of you. You were certain it was as far as he could go but his hips hammered into you determined to break through. 

You were about to tell him that you had taken as much of him as you could take when he does break the wall. It was a searing pain as if he had cut you. You let out a tisk of pain, reaching up and clawing at the back of his neck with the hand that wasn’t intertwined with Billys’. 

‘Sorry. Sorry. I know” he says, but the rhythm of his hips remains the same. 

The pain subsided after a couple of thrusts that felt terribly uncomfortable and sore. It was replaced with the pleasure he promised you that built in your stomach, and tingles between your legs. 

Still, this was not how it was supposed to go. Not in a tent in the middle of the night. Not outside of marriage and not without your father permission.

You throw your head up from a particularly hard thrust, and notice his gun still in the holster just beyond your fingertips. Your head was too scattered to form any thoughts. Otherwise, you never would have reached for it. Even if Billy had been a stranger from the saloon, you could never kill a man. 

You had no intention of killing him. You had just wanted to touch it. The gun of Billy-the-kid. 

“What? What do you want my gun for?” As he leans up to reach for it and you feel his cock push up into your stomach. 

He brings it out of his holster with the barrel pointed at your head, but his finger is far from the trigger. 

“Don’t you know a man’s gun is part of him? You should ask a man before you touch it”.

The gun pushes further and down to your lips. Billy’s eyes were dark. The awkward boy that used to court you was buried in the furthest part of him.

“Open your mouth” he commands. 

With the taste of metal at your teeth, you do part your lips enough for the tip of the gun. A struggle could lead to an accidental misfire. 

His thrusts in time with the movement of the gun. His eyes focus on your lips, the way they curl around his barrel. 

The metallic taste overwhelmed your tongue and your nose. It felt as if you could still taste the smoke on it. You are slow in your movements so not to startle him as you pull your head back.  

His stomach flutters and he loses his composure as you do.  

“Fuck” he sputters, his eyes close and he picks up pace, “That was hot”. 

You shake your head, pushing the hand that held the gun away from you. 

He drops his wrist down from your face, and slides the gun back over to his holster in the corner. 

“It’s gone. It’s alright, it’s gone”. 

The hand is repurposed against the side of your face, and his rhythmic pace is returned. 

“I wouldn’t hurt you” he tells you once more. 

“You’re hurting me now” you groan. 

His face scrunches up, and his thrusts come to rest.

“No,” he says, offended. 

“No. That aint what I am doing”. 

His hands on the back of your shoulders lift you up against his chest, as he hoists your bodies together into an upright position. 

Your hands grip on top of his shoulders, and you rest your forehead against his collarbone from the pressure of him inside of you as you sit on his lap. 

“Look at me” he orders, but your position suited you just fine. 

You rock your head against his shoulder blade in response, which satisfied him. 

“The only way I would hurt you now is by leaving you. No man but those desperate or widowed would have you after I am done. Your family would never recover their name. Now I’ve made it clear that we are to get married, so no hurting is being done”. 

His fingers dig into your hips so hard that there was sure to be bruises littering the skin tomorrow. 

“Ain’t no sin for a husband and wife to become one”.

“We are not married,” you remind him. 

“What’s marriage but a commitment to God to have and to hold the other? I’ve made that commitment. You have too. I know you have. If it wasn’t for your daddy we’d be married a long time ago”.

“Billy” you groan. The lack of movement frustrated you. He had started an itch that now needed to be scratched. 

To ease your discomfort, he brought his hand down between your bodies and began to gently swirl his finger around your pearl. 

“I built you a house, you know. Told myself I couldn’t touch you until I drove the final nail in, and the day I do, you appear at the market a day earlier than you usually would. We’re connected. Every bad thing has led me here to you”.

Your nails dig into his flesh as the pressure builds in knots within your stomach. 

A frustrated sound makes its way from your throat when he suddenly stops, moving his hands around the back of your neck and around your waist so he could lay you down and finish. 

His pace is faster and harder. It cuts off his ability to talk any longer. Only groan and grunt. 

As you tighten around him and pulse as you come, it invites him to join you.

As soon as he is off you, you turn to your side away from him. What would happen now? Would Billy leave you here? Would he kick you out into the forest? You worried that he spoke of marriage out of lust that had now been fulfilled. 

He seemed content with your presence, as he reached out to gently scratch the back of your neck. 

You can hear animals outside the tent as they scurry around.  Billy regains his stamina beside you and the silence between you both stretches into the night. 

You focus on the sounds of the frogs and crickets as they perform in perfect harmony. The sounds and sex lull you to a tired state, but Billy wasn’t through with the night. 

With a small kiss to the back of your neck, he was pushing back on your shoulder to lay you flat again. 

“No” you protest, too tired for much more than a simple plea, “Not again”. 

It was late. Possibility early morning. Your body wanted nothing more than to shut down, now that the adrenaline has faded. 

“Yes. again. We gotta make sure we put a baby in you”, he states, positioning his body once again over yours. 

—--

You woke up alone in the tent. Two blankets were laid on top of you keeping off the cold, but the dull ache between your legs told you to get up and go back home. You found your clothes on the floor, noticing that Billy had taken all his.

The sight of Billy eating on a log relieves you as you exit the tent. You had no way of getting home without him. 

He gets up from his seat as he sees you push back the fabric of the tent. 

“Good morning” he greets, “How are you feeling?”

“I want to go home. Now”, you demand. 

He looked like a spoiled child getting told off by a parent. His head lowers, and he clasps his hands together in front of himself. 

“Yeah. We should be getting back” he agrees. 

His head rises again and he beckons your forward with his hand.

“You need to eat something before we do. I made porridge”. 

You take his place on the log in front of the fire and his jacket. Without a word, he takes his warm jacket off himself and helps you put it on. 

A bowl of warm porridge is placed in your hands, and then he leaves you be. Giving you space to process your emotions. 

He packs up the tent and gear while you sit, unable to eat what was given to you.

Even in all the time it took him to pack away the tent and all the camping equipment, you had yet to take a single bite.

You watch as Billy kicks dirt into the fire, smothering your warmth.  

The bowl is gently taken from your hands where Billy flicks the food away, and rinses it with his water bottle before packing it away.

You follow him to the horse and he helps you up on the saddle the same way as the night before. 

The swing of your leg as you try to hook it over the saddle is executing. 

You shout from the pain, feeling the mussels as they pull to extend your leg.

“Easy” he soothes, helping you back steady on your feet. 

You shove him off. It was his fault. Your body was in pain and your life was over because of him.

He stubbles back from the sudden shove but he comes back without reproach. 

“Here” he says. 

He swings up to the saddle, leaning his body down to pull you up. You sit across the horse’s saddle, legs together to ease the pain.

Billy rides slowly for you. The day was sunny but a chill still hung in the air. You wondered how Billy went on without his jacket. 

The ride took you through trees and along a stream of water. It was not far from your home but you had never been there.

With a twenty minute ride your home came into view. While distant you could see your family as they gathered on the porch. 

The galloping of the hoofs stopped their discussion with a loud relief. 

“She’s here!” your sister yelled back into the house, “She’s back”.

Your father runs outside to the porch watching with hard eyes as you and Billy ride. 

Billy halts his horse a meter away and slides you down the saddle onto the ground. He is quick to get off behind you, holding your reluctant hand in his. 

You saw your father disappear into the house as you crossed the distance. He wasn’t a fool. He knew what Billy had done. The shame must have been too overbearing for him. 

The rest of your family were all still in their robes as they stood on the path waiting for you to come near. Your mother held out her arms but Billy stopped ten feet away under the shade of the large oak tree. 

“Ma’am” he greets your mother, “I am sorry for the distress I have caused your family, but as you can see she was safe with me”. 

The stickiness between your thighs became apparent as he spoke the words. 

You tug your hand back but he keeps it in his tight hold. 

The front door is kicked open and your father appears holding out his shotgun. 

Billy is quick to act, pulling you back behind him but he doesn’t draw his gun. 

“You get off my land” your father demands. 

Billy nods, “I will. We just came to collect a couple of things”. 

Your breath hitched in your throat. Your father was not a very good shot. He was old and aim was crooked. Billy was a far better shot. He wouldn’t miss. 

“Ain’t no we, boy. You get your filthy hands off my daughter, and you get out of town, or I'll kill you”.

Your mother growls her husband's name as she moves the rest of her children to the side. Only your father was under the illusion that he could take Billy on and live. 

“Now I plan to do right by her” Billy states with authority, “I’ll marry her”.

“The hell you will” your father roared. 

“It doesn’t have to end like this. You could live. See your daughters married with children. Die of old age like God intended”. 

“Draw” your father commands. To kill an unarmed man was murder, but your father was worried about the courts and not the Regulators who were sure to come seeking vengeance. 

You latch onto Billy's arm to stop him drawing his gun, or at least delay his aim so your father could have a chance. 

“You won’t mind if I get your daughter out from under me, now?” Billy asks, “Your aim has been off since you first pointed the gun at me. You could hit her instead”. 

With the agreeance of your father, Billy brings you back from behind him with a tight hold on your arm. 

“Go to the tree” Billy nods in its direction but you could hear your father calling for you to come to him. 

As soon as he releases you, the direction you go is not to the tree but to your family. 

You arm is caught and shoved to the right,

 ‘I said the tree” Billy reiterates. 

You follow his command this time, hugging yourself to the large oak tree. 

Billy takes his gun but holds his hands outwards in a surrendered position. 

“Just let me show you something” The crowd follows Billy’s eyes over to the work yard,  “You see that paint tin over there?”

A small paint tin rested on the lank of wood that was going to become the new fence. If you weren’t looking for it you would hardly see it from the distance. 

“What about it?” your father asks. The gun is unstable in his hands. It slightly bopped as he pointed it.  He was scared, and you wished you could do something that would deescalate the situation. 

“Just watch”. Billy turns to the tins direction and aims his gun with a steady hold. 

The first bullet sprayed the white paint as it went flying in the air. The second bullet hit it before it landed, flinging it further away and higher from the force. The third bullet shot it down with a hole in the center.

“Now we can continue if you want, and I can take her away without a father, or we can be joined together by marriage. That means no taxes”. 

Your father contemplates his options. He wanted to kill Billy, you could see that plain on his face, but could he?. 

The answer was no. The gun was lowered and your mother let out a sigh of relief. 

Billy beckons you back over, taking your arm back in his grip once you get close enough. 

“Pack your things, and get changed” he commands, “If you think about holding up in there, I’ll bring Jesse back and we’ll burn the house down”. 

You nod spitefully. His eyes looked over you once before turning back to the house. 

“Go” he orders, letting you go. 

Your family is quick to squabble around you as you trek into the house. There were too many words flown at you.Too many hands touching you as you moved. 

Only your father stayed away, Slumping into a foyer chair with his gun still in his hand. 

You were determined to do your tasks quickly and lead Billy away. The ache between your legs was ignored as you fling open your wardrobe and shove what you can into your travel case. It filled quickly, you only had two more dresses in your wardrobe but you left them favoring to take your make-up and hair accessories. 

It hardly zips, and lands on the ground with a heavy thud. 

You weren’t sure how long it had taken you, but the less time keeping Billy waiting the better. You grab one of the last dresses you owed out of your wardrobe, side stepping people as they went to hold you. 

“Help me with my dress” you call on your sister. 

“You aren’t honestly leaving with him?” your mother took a seat on your bed as if you had punched her. 

Stepping into the green dress and waiting to be laced up, gave them the answer that they ignored. 

“Billy is the law,” you remind them. 

Your sister silently agreed by stepping forwarding and lacing you into your dress. You put Billy’s coat back on to show him you still had it, and take the time to hug and kiss them all. Billy was not the kind to keep you from your family but it would be the last time you would see them as their daughter and sister. 

Your father was still sitting in the chair as you came down. He doesn't move as you bend down and kiss his forehead. 

Billy was waiting outside, his gun resting on his thigh was holsted once more in his belt so he had hands to take your bag. 

He straps it to his horse in no time, turning to wait for you. 

You took one more look back at your family on the porch before you were ready. 

You raise your arms up to Billy on the horse and he pulls you up to the saddle once more. 

The ride to the Regulators camp was silent and quite a distance. Billy had taken his hat off as the sun went higher in the sky, and placed it upon your head. 

It felt strange to wear Billy’s coat and hat. Less than 24 hours ago he was little more than a stranger. Now he was your self-proclaimed fiance. You could very well be carrying his child. It all happened so fast. Your head spun trying to piece together the facts.

The noise of the Regulators as Billy’s horse approached did not help your scrambled mind. They whooped and hollered. 

You could hear Billy’s smile as he greeted them but his horse never slowed. Moving past the building where the men sat drinking, to the furthest field where a wooden house stood tall. 

Across from the house was a horse corral where they trained the horses. In between your house and the first house of one of the Regulators was the stable where the horses were housed. 

In addition to the tax, you assumed the men also traded horses to earn a wage. 

It was a decent size of land and well kept. The house in front of you looked strong. It was two stories of wooden panels, and a large porch was wrapped around the entire estate. If you were to take Billy at his word, it must have taken him a long time to complete such a house.

He stops the horse in front of the house, swinging off first to tie the reins to the railings of the porch. 

He assures you that he will take your things inside when he comes back out to tend to his horse, but he was eager for you to see your new home. 

With help down, Billy leads you into the house. It was furnished. Nothing decorative but tables and chairs. The entertaining lounge had a large fireplace, and the kitchen had a large stove and a large window above the sink that pointed out to a field of flowers. 

It grew a distaste in your mouth. He had designed this home with you in mind. He always knew this day was coming and expected you to swallow the news joyfully and quickly. 

‘And this” he opens a door just beside the living room to show a smaller version. A dark red armchair and matching leg rest faced a small fireplace. An arched window that Billy had built in a reading nook and decorated with mismatched pillows, provided light into the room. 

“This is your room for when you need your space. I won’t step foot into it”. He looks at you expecting you to be overjoyed but finds you glaring back at him. 

“Do you like it?” he asks. 

‘I have your cum dried between my legs, and you are asking me if I care about a room?” you bit. 

He closes the door quickly and takes you by the arm to lead you up stairs, 

“I’ll get you hot water for your bath”. 

Billy boils the water over the stove as you sit in the chair and wait. A hip bath was placed against the wall in the kitchen. You go and expect it. Your family was too poor for one. A basin did the job fine. But you always wanted one. 

He doesn’t let the water get too hot, only luke warm before joining you. 

“Do you mind if I stay?” he questions as he gently places the water and rag cloths on the floor by your foot.

You don’t look at him as you talk. Your fingers reach for the laces of your dress but they touch his as he unlaces the dress for you. 

“What does it matter? The sin has already been committed”.

Your dress falls to the floor around you. You’re quick to leave your undergarments alongside it so you could climb into the tub. 

“You need to know I won’t ever do that again”. He squats next to you in the tub, bringing the warm rags up to your skin. You take one and focus on scrubbing the seaman off your thighs while he focuses on your shoulders and neck. 

“I’ll take care of you. Respect you like a good husband should. I won-”. 

“Your words mean nothing to me” you cut him off. 

He shifts as you lean back into the tub.

‘I’ll prove it to you”, he resolves. 

—-

The wedding was small with only your family and the Regulators in attendance. The priest married you quickly and you were placed on Billy’s saddle once more. No big party predeceased it. Your family went home, and the Regulators went back to their camp where bottles were opened. 

You could hear the Regulators as they used your marriage as an excuse to play from the comfort of the house Billy built you. 

He remained with you despite the protests from his gang. 

He remained quiet as you figured out the swell of emotions inside you. Anger. Sadness. Confusion. A quiet relief lingered in the back only causing more distress.  

When he bought you the dinner he had made for you an emotion finally stuck. 

Acceptance. 

William. H Bonney was your husband now. 

He kept true to his words. Patiently waiting for your permission. You slept next to him every night, but besides a gentle kiss goodnight, he never touched you. His patience granted him two willfully-born sons. 

He was a good husband and father. 

You and your children were never left without. 

You watch him from the window as he shows the boys how to ride. They were too small for the lesson to be anything more than a pony ride but it gave you time to put dinner on the table without them under your feet. 

He winks at you when he catches you staring. Unconsciously your hand goes to your belly. 

‘A little girl would be nice’, you think.

[wild-kindentities]

Slowly recovering from my friend coming over at my place for a week because I don’t think I fully processed wtf that was yet

I’m that close 🤏 to turn that into a “AITA for never wanting my friend to come and sleep over at my place again ?” just for fun because I don’t want to complain but I need to complain

Also I’m still living at my parents’ place so technically I wasn’t the only one experiencing that and it was quite literally PAINFUL

Little disclaimer : I hadn’t seen her in over 2 years. We met in another country, and she lives in another country in another time zone, so yeah not a lot of occasions to see each other.

The first thing that buzzed me was that she went in my room with her dirty shoes, while I had sent her a list of things that are considered polite or mandatory in my house before she came : taking off your shoes before entering is one of them. So she knew and didn’t care. That list also included not putting anything from the outside on my bed, as I am germaphobic (she knows about it) and really stressed out by “contaminated” things entering the spaces I consider “safe” and “clean”. It didn’t stop her from putting her dirty laundry on my bed MULTIPLE TIMES.

She is overall not a very hygienic person. Once again, I didn’t know about her habits as I hadn’t had the occasion to share a space with her before. What I’m gonna say is usually okay and I’d think it’s fine if it didn’t happen in MY space, this is just to vent a little and I am not judging anyone for those behaviors, especially related to mental and physical health struggles.

Anyway ; she only showers once every 2 days, not even after having been in a plane, gets in bed with her outside clothes BEFORE putting on a pajama ; she doesn’t wash her hands nor her phone after spending the day outside, touches every dirty surfaces you can find outside and declined every time I asked her if she wanted hand sanitizer.

I literally started breaking down after we spent a whole day in another city and taking the train, bus, ect, and yet she didn’t wash her hands and went straight to laying down on the couch, and claiming that she wasn’t planning to shower. I literally felt twice as dirty as I would normally have felt because I knew that she was dirty and didn’t want to even wash her hands.

On the other side, well…she was quite disrespectful and acted as if she were entitled to everything. She didn’t help to put on the table nor to clear it ; asked to eat the moment she felt hungry and wouldn’t stop until I made food or found a place to eat that she liked, no matter how inconvenient it was on the moment ; she expected me to keep her distracted at all times and find things to do even when I couldn’t help it (as an example, she expected me to take her out to a party or some shit like that for New Year’s Eve ; what do you want me to do girl I can’t pop a fucking party out of my ass). I was supposed to spend an afternoon with my cousins at a mall and they invited her as she was there with me, but since she didn’t want to eat a sandwich, she dragged me all the way to a McDonald’s to eat there (I had already eaten and I couldn’t just let her wander by herself in a country she didn’t know), and I ended up barely seeing my cousins because of the time she spent eating and the fact that said McDonald’s was far away from where we originally were.

She also didn’t say thank you ONCE to anyone, not me nor my parents for the food or welcoming her under their roof.

I am not saying everything but I feel like that’s an already long enough post for today so I’ll stop there 💀

I didn’t reread myself so sorry if that was not clear at all I just wanted to get that off my chest 😃