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rainydayhogwartsimagines · 4 years

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here to request fluffy fred as asked!! i was thinking about plant shopping, like it would be really fun taking fred magical plant shopping and he has no idea what anything is because he never paid attention in herbology and reader just laughs at him as he gets nipped n squealed at by everything

"I still don't know why we need a plant." Fred sighed. "Would you prefer to be selling kids dead Pygmy puffs? Is that what you want? Traumatizing events?" You asked. "No. But I still think that we should just go out and buy the feed ourselves." He whined as you drove. "It is cheaper to grow it and plus, I'm good with plants." You reminded. "Then you're taking care of this because I don't know a damn thing when it comes to plants." He admitted. You rose a brow as you pulled in and parked. "You took a class on this." You reminded. "I'm aware. And if I remember correctly I had a very very sexy partner who was distracting." He said. You snorted. "Babe... You're getting potions mixed up with herbology." you reminded. "then who was my herbology partner?" He asked. "....Neville." You said making him get out the car as you wheezed. "Still... Why must I come along for this?" Fred asked. "Because if I'm not available one day to do this, you need to know what to grab." You said. He huffed as you walked in. You seemed to already know your way around, moving through the aisles quickly. Fred cocked his head to the side, looking at a bouncing bulb. "What's this?" He asked. "Bouncing bulb. Careful... it will attack you if you get to close." you warned. "plants shouldn't attack anything." Fred shuddered, following you. "But they do. Wait till you see what we're actually going to be buying... I wonder if they have steel cases or something." You pondered. "What the fuck does it do for it to need a steel case?" Fred asked. "That's actually the tamest of the plants. Just makes you dizzy. Actually more of an equivalent of being drunk, I think it's used in truth serum" You said. "That's tame to you!?" "Fred we literally took care of screaming plants that would make you pass out without protection over the ears." You reminded. "I really should've gone to class." He said making you smack your head against a wall and let out a long groan. "....You've got to be kidding me." You sighed. "Remember that you love me." Fred said. You groaned. "I knew that would come back to bite me in the ass." You grumbled as you pushed the cart forward.

You got a ton of questions from Fred. "Love, what the fuck is that?" or "Princess, why does that look like it's ready to kill me?". You answered them, best to your ability but he still had a nasty habit of trying to touch the plants. You swore up and down he was mentally five. You finally found the plant and sure enough it was in a case. Which Fred opened. And oh boy.

He was stumbling around like a moron. "Baby... I feel so weird right now." He said looking at his hands as you paid for the plant. "...He opened the case didn't he?" The cashier asked. "Yep." You nodded. "Babe... I have hands..." He said making you snort. "Yes, we all do Fred." You said. "Woaaahhh" he gaped as you dragged him to the car. You put the case in the trunk and you sighed, looking up at how long the effects were for this. "Fifteen more minutes. Oh boy." You muttered. "I love you Y/nnnn." Fred said. You looked at him and laughed. "I love you too Freddie." You said. "You're so good to me-- and patient-- God I want you in my life forever." He said holding your hands. You chuckled. "Careful Fred, those effects are going to wear off soon and you're going to regret saying something." You warned. "No I'm not! I have a plaaannnn." He said making you raise a brow. "What?" You asked. "A pllaaaaannnnnnn" he repeated waving his hands around before playing with his seatbelt. You rose a brow and he chuckled. "I have a ring and eveerrryyytthhhinnng" he waved making you gape. "Fred stop talking." You said. "Do you not want to get marrrrieed--" "No I'm trying to stop you from ruining your 'plan'" you said putting a hand over his mouth. "RIIGGGHHTTT the plaaaannn" Fred nodded before conking out in the passenger seat.

Fred had no recollection of the conversation you had or why you were suddenly acting very strange around him. "Y/n, darling is everything alright?" Fred asked. "Ahahaha! Yesss. I am perfectly A okay!" You said, eye twitching slightly. This was mainly going to your head. When on earth was this happening!? How did you not see this coming!? I mean, of course you were going to say yes but honestly the idea of a proposal in a crowded restaurant terrified you. I mean what if you tripped mid proposal or some shit? What if you did something stupid-- WHAT IF YOU SNEEZED IN THE MIDDLE OF IT AND PEOPLE WERE WATCHING!? "Did you inhale some plant fumes or something--" "NOPE. I'M GOOD. EVERYTHING IS GOOD." you said making Fred confused. "Did I... Do something?" He asked. "No! No you're perfect! I'm just nervous about... My mandrakes! I should get a sign so that when I'm working you don't walk in and... Pass out or... Y'know. Die." You lied. "Is that that weird screaming plant you mentioned?" He asked. "Look at you paying attention!" You said with finger guns. What the fuck are you doing?

"Right... I was wondering if you wanted to go to the Burrow tonight?" Fred asked. "Yeah! Yeah sure I am coolio with that!" You said. Could you chill? Please? "... Alright then... I'll leave you to the screaming plant children." Fred said before kissing your head and walking out.

The door closed and Fred was confused even more. What the fuck was that? "Does she know?" George asked. "I don't think so? She's acting very strange though... She used finger guns at one point." Fred said. "Are you sure she doesn't know?" George asked quietly. "No I don't think--" then it hit him... "Oh no." Fred winced. "What?" George asked. "I fucked up." He groaned. "What did you do?" George asked. "Fucking plant fumes made me high and I think I let it slip that I had a plan." Fred groaned. "Fred calm down. We're used to improvising. So how do we go about this?" George said. "Uhmm... Hmm...."

You walked out a couple of hours later and Fred was looking at papers. "Look at you looking all professional over there." You chuckled. He smiled and blinked a few times. "What the hell happened to you?" He asked. "Mandrake bit me... Fell back on the devil's snare and almost got high from plant fumes-- the usual." You sighed, sliding off the apron you were wearing. You used a simple spell to clean yourself and stretched. "You said we were going to the burrow?" You asked. Did you not suspect anything? "Yeah, Charlie, Percy and Bill are visiting." Fred said. "...So... Your brother are going to... Be there..." You realized. Fred noticed the suspicion. "Percy is down because he has finally lodged the stick out of his ass, Charlie is down on business, something about a welsh dragon nearly attacking a muggle and Bill just likes to see mum every now and again." Fred said. You nodded but clearly still suspected something was happening. "I uhm... What will we be doing exactly?" You asked. "Mum wants you to teach her how to make pizza apparently." Fred said. Oh... Oh that's like the least engagement-y thing to do. Okay, stress gone. "Let's roll then. Is George riding with us?" You asked. "Yep." George said walking out of a backroom.

You all rode in the car in silence and George was looking at Fred like "Dude. Say something." Fred swallowed and fiddled with the ring in his pocket and you drove. "Soooo... Charlie found a common Welsh dragon?" You asked. "Oh don't tell me you freak out over dragons too!" George whined. "They're cool, but I most likely don't freak out like Charlie does." You shrugged. "you got that right. That man could go on for HOURS about fucking dragons." Fred nodded. "Meh. It's better than Draco's ass rambling on about 'pureblood customs'." You shrugged. "that's always true." George nodded. You pulled into the burrow and walked in. "Goodness darling you smell like pesticide." Molly said after hugging you. "I am so sorry--" "Would you like to shower upstairs? I'll wash your clothes while you do." She suggested. "Honestly... A bath sounds great." You nodded. "She can just borrow some of my clothes." Ginny shrugged.

And so the plan was afoot. Fred and George had to act quickly while you were taking a shower, telling the family to ACT. NORMAL. You soon came back down in a comfortable dress that wasn't too fancy and Charlie was rambling about dragons. "Change of plans, mom is making pot roast apparently." Fred said. "And the there's the hungarian Ridgeback--" "Charlie I love you. You know I do. But shut up." Bill winced. You snorted and Charlie looked over. "You must be Y/n!" He said hugging you. "Charlie right? Dragon obsessed?" You asked. "That's me!" He nodded. "We've met once right? You were Fred's plus one to my wedding?" Bill asked. "Yes, Fleur correct?" You asked, looking at her. "Yes that is me." She nodded. "She's getting better with her English." Bill said. "pas besoin de s'inquiéter. Je connais le français." You nodded making Fred and George raise a brow. "You know French?" George asked. "I usually have to order certain plants internationally so..." You shrugged. "oohh" George nodded. Ron came downstairs with Harry. "Hey you two!" You waved. "Y/n!" Both boys said before hugging you. "Boy this is a nice get together... Where is Percy?" You asked. "With Dad looking at something to make sure it is 'of the ministry standard'." Charlie gagged making you laugh. "Any special occasion I'm not aware of here orrr?" You asked. "....I caught my fiftieth dragon!" Charlie said. "congratulations. Was it the common Welsh that Fred mentioned earlier?" You asked. "Oh no." Bill winced. "You know dragons!?" Charlie asked. "Read about them... And had to help that idiot over there during the competition." You said pointing to Harry. "So what's you--" "PLEASE. DO NOT. START. WITH THE DRAGONS. AGAIN." Bill groaned. See this? This was normal. Hermione came down with a smile. "Thought I heard you!" She said. You hugged her and let out a relieved breath. "God it feels good to be around other females." You said. "Hey!" Fred and George said. "I can only take so much testosterone." You said. "testoster-- what?" George asked. "Science George. It's science." Ginny snorted.

You and the girls talked for a while and soon dinner came along. "So, how's business?" Molly asked George. "It's good. Y/n has figured out ways to save us money so we're doing REALLY right now." George nodded. "She's bloody brilliant." Fred said smiling at you. You smiled and shook your head. "Though her plants are freaky." Fred said. "They are not freaky." You laughed. "They are! What kind of plant screams!?" Fred asked. " A mandrake." Everyone at the table answered making him groan. You laughed and he shook his head. Arthur smiled watching you. "Ginny did you leave the pygmy puff unattended?" Ron asked. "Uhm... Yeah, it's in my--" there was a thud upstairs and she grumbled. "Room." She finished before going upstairs. "I better help her... Puffers tends to be aggressive after waking up." Hermione said before walking up. "Puffers?" You asked. "He was the first successful Pygmy puff we made. We just gave him to Ginny. Glad to see he's handling mating season well." George explained after hearing another thud. "RON. GET THIS THING PLEASE." Ginny called. Ron sighed and walked upstairs. "Wanna take a walk?" Fred asked after another loud thud. "Absolutely!" You nodded before walking outside. You two walked for a bit in silent, shivering as the air got colder. Fred took the ring out of his jacket pocket and switched it to his pants pocket before giving you the jacket. "It's pretty tonight." You breathed as you huddled into the jacket. He smiled. "Yeah, yeah it is." He said. You smiled and he kissed you, holding your face close. "I've got to know this before I ask you something." Fred said making you raise a brow. "Any reason why you've been nutty lately?" He asked. "Uh... No?" You lied. He gave you a "really?" Look and you sighed. "When the plant got you... Intoxicated? You kind of... Said something pertaining to marriage." You admitted. "Is that so bad?" Fred asked. "What? No-- no I'm just... Look, I am a fuck up. I am a clutz and I trip over air. I am terrified that if you proposed to me in a crowded area I'd literally fall on my ass." You admitted. "... That's it?" He asked. "Yeah." You nodded. "Y/n I know you hate crowds. Why do you think Ginny made an excuse for us to leave the house?" He said. "...Wait.." "Why do you think my family knows that we're out here and trying to make you feel comfortable?" Oh my God. "Why do you think I made sure you knew we were going to be away from other people?" Fred asked. "... You're a serial killer?" You joked, tears already forming. He chuckled and got down on one knee. "Oh my God." You breathed. "Y/n I love you so much. And I want you to always feel safe and always feel comfortable telling me things." Fred said. "And I want to spend the rest of my life making you feel safe." He added. "Will you marry me?" He asked. You nodded and cried as you wrapped your arms around him. He slid on the ring and he kissed your head, holding you close. "Oh don't cry princess! We're going to have cake! Or alcohol... Or both." Fred said making you laugh. "I'm so happy holy shit." You laughed. He smiled and then had an idea. "wanna screw with my family a little?"

You two walked back to the house and everyone was standing around as if they were waiting. "...Nice walk." Fred nodded. "Yeah, kind of cold though." You nodded acting nonchalant. Ron and Hermione exchanged a confused look. "here's your jacket." You said, making a point to show your hand with the ring on it as you handed back the jacket making them all scream. "MY GOD WERE YOU JUST GOING TO KEEP GOING WITH THE ACT!?" Molly said. "maybe?" You said before being engulfed into a hug with her and Fred. "Okay-- air mum-- air!" Fred said. You looked at the family around you with small smile tugging at your lips "Champagne? Anyone?" Bill said holding up a bottle. "Aayyee my brother knows me so well." Fred said laughing. You rolled your eyes as Fred linked his arm around you and pulled you close. You looked in his eyes and smiled. This was safe. This was your home. This was your family.

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley

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lizz-oi8 · 3 years

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Light x reader (Lemon)

(Y/N) sat in their seat and stared at the board full of writing. It. Made. No. Fucking. Sense. As much as you tried to work out the problems, you still couldn’t get the correct answer. You continued to stare at the board as the professor added new information. “(Y/N)” you heard from your right. It was L, your childhood friend. He would occasionally flirt with you and asked you out whenever he could but you always said no. You had eyes only for Light Yagami. He was the top of the class and he was extremely handsome. Your conversations with him were brief but it was enough to fill you with joy. Although, today, you decided to play along with L’s flirty game “yesss?” You said with a cutesy smile. L ran his finger across his bottom lip before opening his mouth to speak “(Y/N), I’d like to take you on a date..” he said nonchalantly. You chuckled but didn’t answer.

~Time skip~

Before you could leave the classroom to catch up with your friends, the professor called out to you. “Uh...yea?” You said. “Have you had trouble with this topic? Usually you’re one of my best students but now it seems like your focus is somewhere else...you’re failing my class and I’d like to assign a tutor” the professor paused and looked at his name roster “ah yes, Liight Yagami. He will be your tutor.” “U-uh sure!” Was all you could say. You tried to mask your happiness with a small smile and turned to talk out the door. Later that day, you approached Light and asked him for his contact information and address. He smiled and gave it to you. As you walked away he turned to Ryuk and smirks.

~Time skip~

You approached Light’s house and rang the bell. His mother answered with a smile on her face. “Come in, come in! Light is upstairs” she handed you a tray with different foods and snacks “these are for you guys and your little study date~” you smiled and grabbed the tray.

You knocked on Lights door and seconds later, Light opened the door. “Come in (Y/N) , make yourself comfortable” Light said with a sweet smile. You walked into his room and laid your stuff down near his bed along with the tray of snacks. “Light!” Light’d mother called from downstairs. “Excuse me for a second” Light said before exiting the room. You sat on his bed and thought about taking something of his. You wanted something of his that you could keep with you at all times...You then noticed a drawer. You walked up to it and opened it quickly and a smile crept on your face. You grabbed one of his underwear and walked over to stuff it in your backpack. Before you zipped up your bag, you noticed a small piece of paper on the floor. It looked like it was ripped out a book. You picked it up and turned to throw it away. You spotted a trash can next to Light’s desk and threw it away. Once you turned around you were greeted with a creature you had never seen before. You jumped back in fear. You wanted to say something but nothing came out. “Hey would you mind gettin’ that paper? It said. Your silence only annoyed Ryuk.”Oi! You can see me can’t you? Are ya blind?” He exclaimed. “I see you’ve met Ryuk” a voice said. You looked at the door and you saw Light leaning against the door frame. You didn’t even notice him. He walked in and took a seat at his desk. “My mother and younger sister just left for the market so now would be the best time to tell you” you sat with a confused look on your face. Light pulled out a note-book that read ‘death note’ on the cover. “What’s a Death note?” Light smirked and looked you in the eyes “If I write someone’s name in this note-book...they’ll die” you raised your eyebrow and looked at Ryuk “prove it..and do you happen to have a name?” “It’s Ryuk.” Ryuk said before grabbing a pen and looking at you once again “Who shall it be...?” He asked “I want you to kill my father..” you said. He chuckled “call him...” he said. You thought it was a joke but did it anyway. You pulled out your phone and called your fathers contact number. “Hey (Y/N)~ did ya miss me~” your father said in a way that made you wanna vomit. You didn’t respond, instead you watched as Light began to write your fathers name down. Once he finished writing, he closed the note-book and smirked as he waited for your father to die. Soon after, your father stopped talking and instead started to groan in pain. After a while if struggling, you heard a loud thud through the phone. This left you shocked and also amazed. “Well (Y/N) do you believe me now?” Light asked. You smiled ‘finally! That good for nothing pervert is gone!’ You thought to yourself before hanging up the phone and putting it back in your bag. “I do expect some form of payment...I don’t just kill for people for free” he said “with my body...I can pay you with my body.” Light raised his eyebrow at your bold claim “Fine, let’s see how well you do, slut.” You stood up and walked over to where Light was sitting “on your knees, now” he commanded. You complied quickly and got on your knees and rested your hands on his knees. Light slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. You looked him in his eyes and pulled his boxers. His cock was already hard and it was a lot bigger than anything you’ve ever seen. You took the base of his cock into your hands and guided his tip into your mouth. Your lips circled around it as your tongue grazed the tip. He didn’t like being teased so he pushed your head down further into his cock. His hand had a firm grip on your hair and you bobbed your head. His moans were so sweet and you just wanted more. You went faster until Light pulled you off. “I’m not gonna cum in your mouth, slut. You’re gonna my cock aren’t you?” He said with a chuckle. You nodded your head and his infamous grin appeared in his face once again. You removed your shirt and your pants/skirt. Light stood up and removed his clothing. “All fours, now” he commanded once again. You smiled and proceeded I get on all fours, presenting your hole to Light.

He grabbed your hips with force and alighted himself with your hole. “I’ll have to show you what happens when you flirt with other guys.” Without warning, Light plunged into your hole. “Fuck..you’re so big..” you said with a tight grip on his bed sheets. “Ha, I haven’t even started thrusting yet and you’re already so wet...what a cock hungry whore” Light said before landing another smack on your ass. Light started at a slow pace and then eventually started to speed up. “This is what sluts get!” He exclaimed while pounding into you mercilessly. Your moans got louder each time he thrusted into you. “It feels so good~” you were able to say between moans. “Did I say you could speak?” He questioned. Suddenly, Light stopped thrusting. “W-why did you stop?” You said, still trying to catch your breath. “Beg” he stated. “What do you mean- —“ “I said beg for it slut!” You took his aggression as a warning and mustered yo the courage. Finally, you did “please..fuck me” you said “Louder!” Light’s grip tightening on your hips “Please! Fuck me Light!” You said. Light thrusted painfully slow, “f-faster” you said letting out a breathy moan. Light picked up the pace again and you could hear him laughing “such a slut for my cock.” Light grunted loudly and tightened his grip once more. “I’m gonna cum!” You spat out. Second after, you came onLight’s cock. “I’m not done” Light said sternly. After a few more thrust, Light finally came. You both fell onto his bed and fell asleep soon after. After this little study date, Light continued to use the death note for more than one thing~

#anime #light yagami #lemon #x reader #fanfic

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peterspideyy · 4 years

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5 times peter parker wanted to tell you he loves you, and the one time he finally does

summary- basically the title

warnings- angst, death, blood, swear words

the first time peter wanted to tell you he loved you more than a friend was, when you both were studying for a test at his house. may said you could sleep over as it was getting late, and you live across town. she didn’t mind you sleeping over though, it’s not like you haven’t done it before.

“ughh can we stop studying? i feel like my head is about to explode with knowledge!” you sighed heavily, smacking your science book against your head causing peter to laugh tiredly.

“mmm okay, do you want to watch a film?”

“you know it!”

within minutes, peter had star wars on and sweets ready for you both. you were both engrossed in the film in-front of you, while you sat on peter’s bed, covered in blankets. you and peter were so interested in what was happening, that you didn’t realise you both moved your hands at the same time, to pick up the same piece of popcorn, causing your hands to meet and an electrical spark to form.

you both looked at each other, before you smiled, apologising slightly and turned back to the film. but, peter couldn’t turn his eyes away. he was engrossed not in the film, but in you. and in that moment, peter realised he was falling in love with his best friend.

the second time peter wanted to tell you he loved you more than a friend was, when you stood up to flash when he was being mean to peter. it was during lunch at midtown school, where you, peter, ned and mj all sat on your regular table in the canteen. peter couldn’t help but look at you for longer after you spoke. you just looked so beautiful, causing peter to blush. but then, flash came causing you all the groan in annoyance.

“hey penis parker! still with your imaginary girlfriend? or are you still drooling over y/n?”

peter wanted to punch him right in the face when he mentioned your name. but, he also mentally slapped himself for being so dumb at how obvious he was in love with you.

“flash...go away!” peter spoke quietly, not making eye contact, but instead looking at you.

“ohhh, your not denying that you love her then?”

“flash,” you harshly spoke, looking at him, “do us a favour and fuck off! stop saying peter doesn’t have a girlfriend! it just shows how he hasn’t found the right person yet, which is so clever in my opinion! but, you go round the school going out with every girl which is so fucking stupid! so, can you please leave us alone so we can eat our fucking lunch?!”

the whole canteen fell quiet, causing you to blush slightly looking down at her food. seconds later, students forgot about what happened and the canteen came back to life. flash laughed slightly, before walking away which was must of a relief to the group.

“y/n i-i,” peter was going to say it, he was so close to saying it, “i-i i appreciate that you stood up for me.”

“no worries, it’s what best friends do!”

peter flinched at those words. he didn’t want to be best friends with you. he wanted to call you his.

the third time peter wanted to tell you he loved you more than a friend was, when you found out he was spiderman.

it was silly how you found out the friendly neighbourhood spiderman was in fact peter parker. during the school day, you both agreed to go to peter’s house after school to study (which is what you normally do.) you told him that you had to collect something, but would meet him at his house which he happily agreed.

however, peter being spiderman caused him to be hours late to meeting you at his house, due to fighting all the bad guys.

with many persuasions from karen, peter decided to go home, causing him to want his bed even more. when he snook into his room, he was shocked to find you sat on his bed, starring at him.

you must of starred at each other for minutes, before you actually moved towards peter.

“you-you’re spiderman?”

“errr,” peter didn’t know if it was a statement or question, “yehh?”

“w-what? how is this possible? are you an avenger?”

“i’m sure you have lots of questions, which i would answer tomorrow. you know, fighting bad guys is tiring!”

“are you hurt?!”

“shhh y/n!” peter quickly looked to the door, incase may heard.

“may doesn’t know?!”

“no, if she found out she would definitely tell me to stop!”

“okay okay okay, i won’t tell anyone if that’s what your wondering. we are not done with this conversation though, pete!”

“yes, okay,” peter smiled slightly at you, “thanks for excepting me as spiderman.”

“it’s okay, i love,” when you spoke, peter hoped you would say those three words, he’s been dying to say for the past two months, “being friends with spiderman! so cool!”

peter wanted to cry. of course, you think you’re only friends. all he wanted to do, was kiss you and tell you how much he loved you. but he couldn’t.

“right, i’ve got to go! see you tomorrow spidey!”

“yeah, bye.” peter sulked, once you left, falling onto his bed with his head stuffed in his pillow.

how can it be so hard telling your best friend that he loves you more than a friend?

the fourth time peter wanted to tell you he loved you more than a friend was, mainly due to ned.

you, peter and ned where all at ned’s house, building a lego death star. you where all eating crap, which isn’t abnormal for all of you.

“right i’ll be right back, i need the toilet.” you smiled to them both, before leaving the room.

peter and ned watched you leave, before ned quickly turned to peter as soon as you left the room.

“mate, you gotta tell her!”

peter kind of regrets telling ned how he feels about you, instead of telling well...you. whenever ned gets the chance, he reminds peter on his feelings. it’s not like peter reminds himself 24/7.

“ned, no. she’s said so many times how she views me as a friend.” peter replied, looking away from him to carry on placing lego in the correct places.

“peter...listen to me,” ned spoke, causing peter to meet his eyes before sighing slightly, “if you don’t tell her how you feel, she will soon find someone who will tell her. she will move on. i bet you, actually i know she likes you back. you can just see the love you both feel when your in the same room! it’s disgusting but in a cute way. peter, if you don’t tell her, you’ll loose the chance to.”

“don’t tell who what?” you entered, making peter and ned jump (especially peter.)

you couldn’t of heard everything could you? thoughts where running through peters mind, at what you could of heard. peter sensed that ned was looking at him, forcing him to finally say what he’s been wanting to say for months.

“i-i,” peter was shocked, he couldn’t bare this amount of stress, “i’ve got to go.”

“oh.” you spoke quietly, immediately thinking you said something which upset him. without saying a goodbye, peter left, leaving his best friend and the girl who he loved to much to say.

the fifth time peter wanted to tell you he loved you more than a friend was, when he found out you had a boyfriend.

peter harshly choked on his food in the school canteen, when you said you were going out with brad. peter wanted to scream in pain, anger and sadness. he missed his chance. he wants to shout at ned for what he said two weeks ago about how he will miss his chance. well, ned was right.

“peter? are you okay?”

he wanted to say no. he wanted to say ‘i love you y/n.’ but, he just couldn’t. he sounds so dumb but he physically couldn’t speak.

“yesss, he’s fine. food went down the wrong way.” ned quickly spoke, saving peter from talking. ned felt bad for his best friend, he could see how distraught he was at your news.

“okay. oh, there’s brad! see you guys later!” you smiled at them both, letting your eyes go to peter for longer.

ever since you watched star wars those months ago, you noticed how weirdly peter has been acting around you, but you didn’t know why. was it something you did? is something going on in his life? whatever it is, it’s eating peter from the inside.

once you left, ned immediately looked at peter to see him crying into his hands. he’s never seen peter cry. not even when his uncle died. he didn’t know what to do or how to help his best friend. ned knew, that y/n was peters soulmate, but it was too late.

the one time peter actually told you he loved you was, a moment peter will regret for the rest of his life.

“peter, is y/n with you?”

“no, why?”

“she hasn’t came home.”

peter’s hairs stuck up on the back of his neck, as soon as your mum said those words. he knew something was off. his spider senses were going haywire.

“i’ll call her now mrs l/n.”

“thank you peter, i hope she’s okay.”

he could sense the worry laced within her voice, “me too.”

peter quickly put his suit on, before swinging out the window. he asked his a.i, if she knew were you where, before heading to a location across town, due to karen sensing your heat signature.

a few minutes later, he arrived to a run down building. he quietly swung into a large room, where he noticed a figure sat on a chair in the middle of the room. his breath hitched, when he realised the figure was you. he ran towards you, looking side to side to see if anyone else was here.

“y/n?”

he took in the sight of you. you where clearly beaten, with fresh blood pouring across your body. peter wanted to kill whoever did this to you. you had duck tape across your lips, making your words sound more like muffles.

“oh my god, what happened?” he spoke, carefully taking of the duck tape and untying your hands behind the chair. you suddenly wrapped your arms around peters neck, letting the tears fall while he calmed you.

“c-can we go?”

“gladly.” he replied, before shooting a web to leave.

“not so fast, spidey.”

peter’s tingles went off, when he released who that’s voice belonged to. turning around, he was met with green, wicked eyes.

“greeny! how you doing!” peter spoke, before quickly telling you to hide and to stay there.

“better, now your here! i can finally ruin you. for good.” the green goblin smiled wickedly, before throwing his first punch.

meanwhile, you found a spot behind a cupboard. you were shaking so quickly. why was this happening to you? you’ve had enough stress this past week. you and brad broke up. you failed your test. you and peter haven’t been talking properly, which you didn’t know why.

you looked above the cupboard, to see peter fighting the green goblin. webs and knives where being flown across the room. you where so intrigued, with what peter was doing you didn’t see that the goblin noticed you.

“you took away my world,” the goblin spoke to peter, not loosing eye contact from you, “so i’m going to take away yours.”

peter followed the goblins eyes to you. god, no. not you.

“y/n, run!” peter screeched, before fighting the goblin away from you. but he was faster, and flew towards you, spinning you into his arms.

“goblin, you don’t want to do this. if you do this, i will fucking kill you!”

“ahh good. you know what my weakness is, spiderman? making sure you’re dead, inside and outside.” the goblin replied wickedly, before grabbing one of his spikes, looking at you before stabbing you deep in the chest.

it was as time slowed down for you. the excruciating pain you felt, once he removed the spike overflowed you. you heard peter’s screams, before you where threw onto the ground below the goblins ship.

“bye spidey, i’ll be back.” he spoke, before flying away.

peter quickly took his mask off, running desperately to you. blood was pouring out of your wound, to quickly for peter to handle. his head was spinning. tears fell from his eyes, landing softly onto your bruised neck.

“p-pete...” you spoke softly, whimpering at the pain you felt.

“shhh, it’s o-okay,” he spoke, smiling slighting, moving your soft and dirty hair out of your face, “y-y/n i need to tell you something.”

you met his eyes, crying slightly but waiting for him to continue.

“i-i i love you,” he laughed slightly, glad he finally told you, “more than a friend, i love you so much y/n l/n.”

“i-i love you too p-peter parker.”

peter smiled widely, stroking your cheek slightly before leaning in kissing your lips. it was as fireworks where exploding. the kiss tasted like salt from the tears and blood, but in was filled with pure love and adoration.

peter moved away to meet your eyes smiling slightly. but, his smile soon disappeared when he noticed your eyes were glazed.

“n-no,” peter shook you violently, “wake up! wake up! don’t you dare leave me.”

seconds passed, and you weren’t responding to peter’s desperate calls.

“y-y/n, i can’t live without you.” he whispered into your ear, letting his sobs out.

he told you he loved you. but, it was too late. you have left him, and peter hates himself for it.

“i love you, y/n.” peter spoke to the empty room.

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a/n - wow okay, this is super sad. i think i cried twice while writing this ahah. if you have any requests comment below or dm me! thanks for reading x

#peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #peter parker #spiderman #tom holland #tom holland x reader #peter parker x y/n #tom holland x y/n #angst #mcu #marvel #peter parker imagines #peter parker oneshots #spiderman imagines #spiderman oneshots #tom holland oneshot #tom holland imagines

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alatismeni-theitsa · 4 years

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answering LO/anti LO asks:

(1) Let’s also not kid ourselves, it’s creepy Smythe imagines the majority of her female characters as “PoC” and they only exist to be sexualized, infantilized, and be props for the male characters (Persephone is Hades’ prize, Psyche is a prop for Eros, Aphrodite is a literal sex object, Minthe is nothing but Evil incarnate, etc). As a person of color myself and as a woman, I do not feel represented, I feel insulted and mocked, though I’m sure her lily white self thinks she’s a beacon of progress!

(2) Did you read today episode of Lore olympus? It was so creepy. Hades watched on a tape how few years earlier teenage (around 15-17 years) persephone was sitting NAKED on him when he was drunk. Then he rells demeter about amazing pink goodess and how he wants to ask zeus is she available. Demeter freaks out and wants to get him more drunk so he wont remember her. And he is mad about that demeter protect her teenage doughter from a wine addicted old man.

Oh and also fandom didn't see anything wrong with moment when persephone ended up naked in front of him (and at that time she was an teenager) and they were like oww so cute he acted like an gentelmam and i was like bitch were? And level of oversexualization persephone in this episode was highlike showing her butt when she run or many svenes when she was nacked and this wouldnt be bothering me if the fact that in this episode pernephone was teenager. It was sick

(3) I don't think anyone can deny LO made Webtoons a big platform in the West but at this point they're big enough to let LO fend for itself and start promoting other works to get more people reading, especially now as LO is getting more criticism that Rachel won't listen to and dropping numbers. It'd be like Netflix only promoting Stranger Things or Amazon only promoting Ms Maisel. It's rude to the other series that are better in views/numbers but also isn't a good business practice either.

(4) I’m so glad i found your blog and the anti lo tag, everyone seems to love this comic... granted i’m not overly familiar with greek mythology but i know a bad story when i read one. Persephone really gives Bella Swan a run for her money in stupidity. She’s just such a bad character.

(5) I don't agree with the WHAT ABOUT THE KIDS! take that video took since i don't think young women are just that dumb to be manipulated by a comic, but the rest was on point. Smythe can't take criticism, she openly lies about her storytelling, she botches what could be interesting elements, Hades is downright creepy, the relationship is horribly toxic/imbalanced and he's aware/seems to relish in it, the teenager is way too hypersexualized, etc. Wish Webtoons would promote other comics...

(6) OOOF that video was rough to watch but way too true. I really never noticed how damn near father/daughter-like Smythe made her version of HxP be (&the power imbalance) and framed it as the only healthy relationship in story & claims its "supposed to be uncomfortable". Why would you want your audience to be uncomfortable supporting the main relationship? Though it was funny that the commentator said she obviously has a fetish for older men. He must not know she's pushing 40.

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(1) As I said in another answer, I am not sure if she imagines them as poc? She had casted White and Black people for most and maybe they wants to say some of the characters have “Black vibes“??? (which is weird ngl) Honestly, I don’t know. Plus, you cannot make a person Black in a predominantly White area and not talk about their experience or their different culture. Persephone made it a big deal that she was from a different area (Sicily) but she never mentioned she looked different than the locals.

I think if anyone from the main cast, someone on our screens most of the time, was Black or generally not looking like the average Greek we would know it because of references. So maybe Smythe just wants the African American and/or Black vibes for her characters and not actual Blackness. Everyone is like “deities can be whatever race you like“ and they forget that many times being a specific race gives you unique experiences, as well as advantages and disadvantages.

Psyche has probably an African mother and, unfortunatelly, she wasn’t depicted very respectfully.

I am Greek and not even I feel represented by any of those characters even those who are clearly white and old deities of my culture. (That is because they are just “White” and not “Greek” culturally). Smythe doesn’t know how to write cultures...

As a PoC, do you feel like we have any indication that certain characters (except Psyche) are not White? Because I haven’t seen such a thing. As I mentioned, I don’t even think they even act like Greeks but that’s another story xD Because of the setting, I see them as charicatures of White Americans who don’t even have the white American culture.

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(2) Yesss I read it!! And I hadn’t thought that she was so young back then! Jeeeez!! Smythe sexualized her even in the episode where she was barely legal!

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(3) That’s probably a good idea. More works need to be advertised so everyone getst an equal chance. Betting only on one horse won’t give profit to Webtoons.

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(4) Welcome!! Here, take some tea with salt!

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(5) It’s true that young girls are not going to be influenced only by this comic and then go ruin their lives with abusive men. It’s just that there is this general culture of women having more value the younger and more innocent they are, while for the men it’s the opposite. This comic and other works are part of a bigger problem which tells girls it’s ok to meet this behavior in an older man and you should want to be with such a man when you are 19. Again, it’s not only about this specific comic. But we have to start fixing this culture by beginning from something, right?

I am glad that you agreed with the rest of the points. That means the youtuber says what most of us think and want to express - but we don’t dare because the LO fandom will eat us alive.

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(6) I wanted to hear someone else talk about the problems of LO but at the same time it made me uncomfortable because it talks about difficult issues. There are some dynamics appropriate for certain ages. You CAN write about unhealthy relationships and leave the reader decide for themselves but now when your audience also has teenagers and when the HxP relationship is presented as the GOOD relationship in the story. Smythe went as far as to have the storyline with Apollo so we can see how Good Hades is in comparison.

Ah yes, she just likes men her age! But I think he was kinda correct on the “Daddy and Little“ kink xD Especially after I took a glimpse of that NSFW picture from her patreon with the spanking.

#anti lo #lore olympus #greek mythology #persephone #LO #answered

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coffeeandcalligraphy · 4 years

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Teeth Marks, Empty Nest, Picking Ritual | Writing Update

Hey People of Earth!

It’s been a hot minute since I last wrote a Moth Work writing update, and so here we are again for the final countdown! Today’s post will be covering everything related to chapter 12, 13, and 14. Let’s start with Teeth Marks, which I wrote probably sometime in February.

Teeth Marks marks the third part of Moth Work, called Wings, and the first chapter back in Harrison’s POV. I honestly can’t remember much of the writing process as it’s been a while, so let’s dive straight into the scene breakdown!

Scene A:

We start in the doorway of Eliza’s apartment where Harrison stands shook because a) his boi Lonan has answered it (scandal) and his mother, who he has been estranged from for the last four years, is also in this apartment (EXTRA scandal). Eliza ushers Harrison inside (and this is probably the only *nice* interaction they ever have, spoiler alert!)

Harrison is very shook, and also a little angry, and also a little confused! He doesn’t know why his mother is here, and doesn't understand why Lonan wouldn’t contact him to tell him she is here.

Him and Eliza get into a bit of a scuffle where Eliza is protective of Lonan and is like “who are you mate” and Harrison’s like hahahHA pardON. This leads to Lonan kicking them both out even tho this ain’t even his house!

Scene B:

We now move to the stairwell right outside Eliza’s apartment where she and Harrison have been sitting in awkward silence! Harrison notices she’s wearing his guardian angel necklace (which Lonan mistakenly took back in chapter 6).

This scene is instrumental in setting up how these two interact, which in short, is not! fun! for! either! They try to be civil but can’t help but be protective over Lonan for different reasons. Eliza because they are now sort of in a relationship, and Harrison because hahaha he’s been there, and also because Eliza is Lonan’s father’s ex! Why!

Lonan interrupts this conversation and him and Harrison have a lil private moment even tho Eliza is standing right there aahaha. Eliza leaves which prompts Lonan to go after her, and we end with Harrison all alone in the stairwell like a proper sad boi.

Excerpts:

I previously wrote some mean things about this chapter and am editing it out cuz we tryna be positive! Here’s some tender romance because why not! For context, Harrison has asked Eliza how much she knows about the nature of the boys’ relationship (she knows nothing!!)

He could tell her the truth. About the polaroids left back in Boston. What it felt like to kiss him underwater. What it felt like to dance with him, his clumsy instep. What it felt like to trace each notch of his ribs in the off moments he’d sleep and how wonderful it was, to touch the places his hunger would go.

Some more romance because yesss:

He pretends they’re alone at the cabin, somewhere on the water, sharing a sleeve of crackers, looking at the moon like it’s the other’s iris, somewhere where constellations read less like hieroglyphics and more like sonnets.

Let us move onto chapter 13, Empty Nest!

Scene A:

Harrison sits alone at the dinner table watching a TV show in a language he doesn’t speak. His mother interrupts this *chillin* and they get into a heated conversation.

This ends badly for Harrison, to which Lonan (who is presumably arguing with Eliza in her bedroom) comforts him and yeets the two of them outta that apartment! Knight in shining armour babyyyy

Scene B:

Lonan takes Harrison to chapter nine’s beautiful place (the cove).

They chat about their (fallen) relationship and Lonan + Eliza’s relationship that is apparently now flourishing (hahah it actually isn’t)

This turns romantical very fast!!! I am guilty of self-indulgence!!

Excerpts:

EDIT: I originally had an edit in here saying I didn’t have the mental spoons to edit this chapter which is why I wouldn’t share a lot of excerpts! This was very true haha, as I was amidst the worst mental health week I’ve had in years, but guess! who! tried! to! edit! anyway! This obviously was not the best idea and I pushed myself too hard. This led to me doing some crying and beyond that, a decision to take a few days off of writing (despite the fact that I didn’t want to). I’m feeling great now which I’m so grateful for, but just a note! Anyhow!!

This excerpt makes me laugh because it gives me “lonely man sitting on his porch in the prairies” vibe:

No one eats together. Lonan and Suzanna have already taken their pick, and Eliza eats in her room. Harrison hasn’t seen Lonan since he followed Eliza’s empty trail back into the apartment, and he hears him now, between the drone of infomercials and advertisements on the Spanish TV station he doesn’t even understand. Coming from her room, he can picture him, the way Lonan argues, competitive like he’s trying to win something. Suzanna sits on the balcony, maybe hiding a smoke, or something more ridiculous, new age, like an essential oil pen. Ribbons of grey luminescing in the neon lights. Maybe it’s more accurate to say Harrison eats alone.

This is the excerpt that I had a breakdown editing lmaooo I think it’s cute tho!!

Somewhere better is a beach. Hidden in a cove, the stones arched over seafoam. In the moonlight, sand glitters, water trills, a night owl in the distance wails. Lonan leads him to the cove’s heart, a bullet of clearing that reveals constellations neither recognize. Lonan’s brought a basket with him, unfolds the checked blanket across the shore. Harrison sits first, and observes as Lonan travels the cove’s perimeter, collecting driftwood as he goes. He stacks them into a pyramid at the shore’s lip, pulls out a lighter.

He starts the fire easily, cups the flame like it’s a jittering organism, coaxes it until it expands. The flame tints his jaw gold, glares in his eyes so they look like blue fire. The night halos around Lonan, burnishes the cove walls, turns the sand into a mirage. As Lonan nurses the fire, Harrison traces his face, the violet impasto around his eye. Lonan has always looked like a masterpiece to him, damp black hair that almost looks navy blue, a smile so subtle, it’s almost acquired. He holds the fire so it toasts his chin, his focus a delicate, paternal thing.

Picking Ritual is chapter 14 of the book! I wrote this during reading break, and it’s one of my faves a) because of the title and b) because Harrison and Eliza FIGHT (I’m here for the tea).

Scene A:

Lonan and Harrison get back from their self-care-gone-romantical escapade to drunk Eliza creepily sitting in the dark!! Harrison’s mother has left, which Eliza uses as cruel ammo (don’t we love her)!

This is where we really get to see Eliza’s other side as she gets gaslighty as a response to Harrison’s very true callouts

Scene B:

Later, Eliza may or may not purposefully leave her bedroom door open while mildly unholy matters occur that’s all I’m gonna say about that!!!

Scene C:

Eliza leaves her room to “get some orange juice” (she’s trying to get a rise out of Harrison, which works). They roast each other endlessly until Harrison asks her to play a game with him.

Scene D:

This game is a game of cards, which is actually Harrison choosing four cards (king of spades = Lonan’s father, queen of hearts = Eliza, the joker = Lonan, and a jack = Harrison) so he can learn more about each one he chooses for her.

This is where the chapter title comes from!

Excerpts:

The following is a self-roast because my house does all the following (besides magnets on ALL four corners of dishcloths, there’s currently just one. ;) Lonan in this scene is Fiona in that scene in Shrek 2 where Shrek and King Harold are arguing over dinner (CW: there’s a description here that could be potentially triggering for self-harm!).

Suzanna is gone when they get back to Eliza’s apartment. No jacket on the coat hook. No shoes on Eliza’s straw-woven welcome mat. The kitchen has been picked over, each plate, fork, back in its strangely correct place. Eliza keeps her cutlery in jars, and her pans in the oven, her dish cloths magnetted to the fridge by all four corners, a pristineness that feels chemical.

Just as he’s about to comment on it, a light from the living area flicks on, and underneath sits Eliza, paging through a book in the dark. Spots like wine stains on her cheeks shine glassy under the harsh lightbulb.

“She has a place twenty minutes from here. By the public gardens,” she says, running her fingernail against the ribbed spine of the hardcover. Harrison can’t make out the title. When he stares blankly at her, examining the patches on her skin until he’s memorized of their surface area, she clears her throat and shuts the book. “Your mother?”

“I know,” he says.

“That your mother has a place twenty minutes from here?”

“That you were referring to my mother.”

“So you didn’t know?”

ugh I love Harrison and Eliza arguing it’s my fave dynamic:

Eliza stands, and smooths the silk of her night dress, though one crease continues to bunch. She folds her hand into a fist, and brings it to her mouth, biting on her knuckles as she paces. Harrison and Lonan watch her, and Lonan’s about to step toward her when she nods and directs her gaze straight at Harrison. “Did that upset you?” she asks, peeling a sliver of skin up between her teeth, letting it snap back. “The way I spoke of your mother.”

“I don’t care about anything you have to say.”

Oof oof tensions be RISING:

Lonan knocks on Eliza’s door a half hour later and doesn’t come back out. Harrison watches the shut door like he can break through it from the couch, how heavy it sits in its frame like they’ve taken turns smearing caulking in its seams.

The nightglow decolours his chin, his eyes, and he stares at the stars as he did an hour ago with Lonan. He touches his lips, hoping something divine will reappear on his fingers, something divine enough to anoint himself with. Nothing does, of course, but he tries, dappling each groove of his mouth.

Here’s some Eliza being Eliza :)

He should tell her to buy some curtains. The sliding door’s glass opens to her balcony where his mother stood, pouring onto the busy street below her apartment complex. He can almost perfectly replicate the image of his mother with just his fingertip, a familiarity of her unknown, but unconsciously memorized by him. Suzanna has traded her only pair of shoes—a dingy set of floral flip-flops—for boots with silver zippers, steel toes, heels perfected by a designer she has a connection to. He thinks of his mother with sour precision, a sugary glumness that makes his mouth heavy.

He still wears the angel Lonan re-fastened around his neck and examines it against the belly of the two-seater Lonan once slept on.

She’s lost a stone from where he threw it, almost unnoticeably in the corner where her wings meet her back. He runs his finger over the empty spot, a nearly undetectable groove, and wonders how difficult it would be to find it in the tooth of Eliza’s hardwood.

Just as he’s prepared to get up and find out, the heavy door jars open. Wider than he’s expecting, so he can see Lonan from the couch. Arranged against a pillow, his hair disappearing into the dark wood of Eliza’s bedhead. His eyes closed, a tremor that rocks through his forehead every few seconds. And then quickly, Eliza shuffling through the opening. She wears a kimono patterned with koi fish, the fabric rustling against her bare thighs as she enters the kitchen.

Harrison watches her through his eyelashes, her half-up hairdo falling toward her face, the flash of skin pale, like the peel of the moon.

She grabs a glass he washed and fills it from the sink. Once a bulb forms across the surface, she tips it to her lips, and swallows deliberately.

Harrison watches as she checks the sink for unwashed dishes she knows aren’t there. As she adjusts a placement on her table that doesn’t need adjusting. As she spins herself on her toes around the kitchen island, her kimono splaying so he sees flashes of her thighs again. She dances like this back to her bedroom, where she sets her water glass on the dresser, and keeps the door wide open.

I can’t not share this part I apologize there is some spice but also Harrison’s iconic Gay (TM) takedown at the end brings me so much joy:

Eliza exits the room a half hour later, except this time, doesn’t dance. Still, she steps carefully, her toes taut as she patters against the floorboards. Harrison watches her with his arms crossed, and stays like that, even when they make eye contact.

She startles and re-adjusts her kimono, so the clip of her skin disappears. She’s combed her hair since she and Lonan finished, and it sits gauzy over her forehead.

“Have you ever thought of buying a deadbolt?” he says, watching carefully as she turns and grabs a glass from a cabinet.

The refrigerator thrills when she opens it, a wash of gaudy tungsten yellowing her face. She sucks on her lip as she pulls out a bottle of orange juice, glugging a cupful into her mouth first, and then into a glass.

“A deadbolt,” she says, a lightness in her voice—false innocence. “Why?”

“I’ve heard good things. Security. Privacy. You live alone, don’t you?”

She juts the orange juice to her lip fast, her chin bucking like she’s taking a shot. “I do.”

“You’re planning on keeping it that way?”

Eliza drains the last of the orange juice and rests the glass in the sink. She flicks on the tap so a stream splashes into its mouth like somersaults, diluting the juice until the glass cleans.

“There must be someone,” Harrison elaborates. He shifts, so his legs hang off the couch’s edge. The hardwood is cold, and for a moment, he feels like he’s stepping on water. “You’re seeing people, aren’t you? You live in Las Vegas. Good job. Decent apartment.”

Eliza shakes off the wet glass and sets it on the drying rack. “Are you interested?”

“I’m gay, but thanks. How does that work, anyway? Dating you. Would I send in an application? Self-addressed stamped envelope and all? Email?”

ugh more iconic Harrison I love him:

Harrison’s eyes focus on the lip balm and he imagines Lonan putting it there, his finger moving across her mouth and then down, like an anointment. “Isn’t that such a coincidence, then? You’re so selective, yet you manage to date two members of the same family.”

Her smile fades. Eliza clucks her tongue and wipes her mouth quickly with the back of her hand. Thoughtlessly, she refills the clean glass with more orange juice, and only realizes her mistake after the liquid sits precisely at the rim of the cup.

“Shit,” she says, wringing her hand out. “Shit.”

“I’ll drink it,” he says, and is already up and at the kitchen island before she puts another hand on the glass. Eliza almost scowls, but chews on her gums when she catches herself. She slides the glass across the granite, and a blip of orange juice jitters onto the surface. Harrison dabs his pinky in it and sucks it into his mouth. “I want to ask you a favour.”

“I’m not doing anything for you.”

He puts a hand against the fridge before she can move past him, and Eliza sighs, weaves her arms haughtily over her chest. “Cards.” The fridge rumbles to life under his fingertips, and Eliza jumps. “Play a game with me,” he says.

Sharing because of Harrison’s roast at the end, it’s really just one of those days:

Eliza’s a good shuffler. Easily, she dices the cards, the hard split of their edges when he usually shuffles almost non-existent. He’s only ever met one other person who can shuffle like her—his mother.

Harrison sips the orange juice as she shuffles the deck. In all truth, he doesn’t need the cards to be shuffled—he knows exactly which ones he needs. But her ease intrigues him, and he can’t help but feel mesmerized with each flitter of the deck.

“Where did you learn how to do that?” he asks after another long pull of juice.

She cuts the deck and continues. “My father.”

“I didn’t know you had parents.”

“I didn’t know your mother had children.”

“I don’t think she knows either.”

Eliza rests the shuffled deck onto the countertop and nudges it toward him. He hasn’t told her what game they’re going to play, and as Harrison searches for his necessary cards, the prickle of her gaze deadens. He keeps at task, combing each card and pulling out the needed.

“I would’ve liked to know.” Eliza says this nimbly. “You look like her.”

Another pick. “Every son wants to look like their mother. What a dream.”

“I meant that as a good thing.”

“And I meant what I said as a bad thing.”

What a way to end this update lol!

I’ll be back soon with an update for the final chapter in this book! I hope y’all have been okay in these times, I know it’s not easy. Let me know what you’re working on!

--Rachel

#writing #amwriting #writeblr #writerblr #writingupdates #mothwork #fostered

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Maria watches friday night lights (#30)

5x07–aka the return of rivalry week, oh my!

under the cut ya go:

Omg Jess wants to work at a football camp?! So precious!

Why is Buddy here with equipment looking for outlets? OMG they’re keeping watch of the field to keep anyone from doing the shit they did with tooth picks and trucks and such last rivalry week?!?! Lmaooo

OMG JASON’S HERE??? I almost forgot about this dude, aw his kid is doing well! That’s lovely. Aw Eric gave him a Lions hat and he’s married and is a successful agent? So proud!

“You know, people are talking about you, there’s a lot of heat.” OMG Jason got a call about Eric?!?! Wow I think I’m starting to see where the endgame is going for this show.

“We ALMOST got the daughter out of the house.” Lol.

Oh geez Vince’s dad being excited makes me nervous. How did he get these nice ass sneakers I am sus

HE GOT IT FROM TMU?? That’s def illegal honey no no

Oh good Vince seems to know he can’t take them. Although I SMELL CONFLICT

Oh god the dad’s moving in permanently? I’m as concerned as Jess is right now.

LionHater.com??? Omg there’s no internet where they’re watching the field. 😂 Oh shit they know about Vince’s record? “He’s got a football team full of violent criminals.” Oh you racists were looking for an excuse to unleash your vitriol on these poor kids who have criminal records bc they weren’t blessed to be born on the “correct” side of town! Smh.

Omg this is racist AF, this website is disgusting 🤦🏻‍♀️

Yes Eric, run into the panthers boosters club and rip them a new one!!!

And yes, Tami, make Julie help out and pay her dad back for the car, absolutely! She needs to face some consequences and not be too comfy at home.

Eric is right, the Panthers are trying to get in their heads—and in the most insidious, racist/classist way possible!

“You think if the colleges see that stuff they’re still gonna call? They’re still gonna want me?” Ohh Vince nooo. Eric saying it’s not gonna matter feels...overly optimistic.

“It doesn’t matter how many games we win, how many touchdowns i throw, all they see is a bunch of thugs, Coach. Everybody thinks it but they never say it.” UGH yes fuck me UP, young Michael B. Jordan! I’m emotional!

Aww Luke and Becky flirting while Becky’s with the baby and Billy is in the backyard training with Luke LOL

Oh god Billy’s advice for Luke wooing Becky by ignoring her is....bad!

Luke didn’t know Mindy works at the landing strip? “She still works there? Part time? Like weekends?” Lol

Luke don’t listen to him! Bad advice!

“Let’s have a barbecue.” “A barbecue?” “A morale-building barbecue.” Lol I love Eric’s disbelief at Tami’s suggestion considering all the drama the last time this bbq happened lol

Omg Jason Street gave a college Eric’s number? OH SHIT for a college HEAD COACH JOB? Damn!

Poor dejected Vince 🥺 “I feel like I’m playing with a fixed deck, Pop.” YOU AREEE ugh

Vince’s dad has been talking to schools all day??? That’s like explicitly what Eric told him not to do omfg

“I ain’t gonna let you fall.” That was a sweet childhood Vince anecdote but I don’t believe Vince’s dad one bit.

Lol Tami is making Julie go shopping for a 300 person BBQ?! Hilarious.

Eric and Tami annoying the living shit out of Julie in the hopes she’ll go back to school seems like a great plan they’re doing here!

This makeshift gym in Billy’s backyard with the baby strapped to his chest drinking while Luke works out I cannot 😂

“Oh some of it didn’t blend correctly” Billy says as Luke pulls a huge leaf out his mouth after drinking his smoothie omfgggg I’m dead

Oh geez Vince’s dad is talking him up to Jason? Wild.

Aw Jess is so nervous about her recommendation letter. Eric called the coach for her? Aw!

“Somewhere you’re comfortable, somewhere that’s a good fit.” Awww Jason that’s a wholesome answer to Vince’s dad being so extra with Coach.

Helppppp this is so cringe, he’s like straight up heckling Eric and his rep as kingmaker.. “You got a problem there, right?” “I sure do.” Jason really is all grown up.

Aw what a nice bbq! Julie and Jason catching up!

Oh god Luke is really straight up ignoring Becky and flirting with Julie??? Ugh I hate this.

Vince’s mom is celebrating too soon about this repaired Vince-dad relationship.

Yes Eric, confront Vince’s dad! It’s time! Now he’s just straight up saying he “doesn’t remember it like that” about the agreement the three of them made. Smh.

Oh geez is Vince’s dad like lowkey threatening Eric 😬

Oh wow Tami is going up to Burleson to get Julie’s assignments and books?! Geez. “While you’re up there why don’t you tell them they’ve got a teacher sleeping around with the students?” TRUE

“Thanks for setting up the bbq and everything. Thanks for what you do, thanks for our two beautiful daughters. Thank you for doing the laundry.” —Eric Taylor, teaching all men how to be a husband. my heart! Lmaooo then he said “do you wanna fool around?” after and then she said yes but fell asleep on him instead I’m dead

AH Tami comes face to face with the TA!!!!!! I literally yelled OH MY GOD when he said he was the TA Derek!!

“I’m here to pick up an independent study for Julie Taylor.” AHHHH “How is she?” YOU DONT HAVE A RIGHT TO KNOW, FUCKFACE!

This is so cringe omfg

Yeah Derek feel bad you preyed on SOMEONE’S DAUGHTER

“I’m gonna mash up every bone in his body.” Lol Luke trying to sound aggressive is so funny.

Luke is being so RUDE to Becky Jesus I hate this

Ew Jason hyping up the Panthers, I get that it’s his team but blech they’re all such douchebags now.

Oh god did Luke act too aggressive? That dude is not getting up....

“Another big hit from Luke Cafferty, who’s bringing the pain.” Lol “these boys just do not like each other.” I mean they don’t call it rivalry week for nothing!

Yeeesh Vince’s dad in the stands with the recruiter watching the game is so cringe, ah!

“Calm down they’re having fun.” Excuse me Billy? I’m taking back all my praise for him from last episode. Grow up Billy god!!!!

Omg Vince is switching the offense bc his dad told him to....? Oh god

“A good ol fashioned Texas butt whooping.”

“There is no love lost here.” “That’s not who we are, Eric.” WHOA identity crisis on the field. These kids were triggered by everyone in town basically calling them thugs which is frankly understandable but WOW

Oh wow Eric is yelling at Vince. Oh shit his dad is in his HEAD. “He’s looking out for me!” then immediately into the “EAST SIDE” chants.

“No I mean like what are you DOING?” Thanks Becky! Luke is acting weird af!!!!!!

“You like it when I’m nice to you???” Luke is genuinely confused. “Ok I’m so sorry. Someone told me if I wanted you to like me, I had to ignore you and blow you off.”

Aw yes they like each other! Cute! KISSSSS! At least something positive happened this episode!

He’s laughing and saying “it totally worked” um no NOT THE CORRECT TAKEAWAY lol

Yesss Tami walking in and revealing she didn’t go to the game by dropping all of Julie’s college books on the coffee table, baller mom move!

“Did you talk to Derek. What did he say?” “You need to study.” LOLSAME Tami, stop thinking about this asshole, Julie!

“All those penalties, all that smack talk.” Damn etiquette really matters! Now coach Taylor’s rep is on the line?!

“Don’t feel like celebrating tonight” says the other old school coach. Damn.

Anddd Vince and his dad are talking to a recruiter openly. Wow! What a show!

#maria watches friday night lights #mine #friday night lights 5x07

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Captured (A Jonathan Wolfe Story)

Summary: Jonathan Wolfe, a 1984 AHS inspired character, killing anyone who gets in the way of his mission. And his mission is you.

Warnings: 18+, dub-con, abuse, manipulation, and other adult contents. Plot heavy at first. Please DO NOT READ if you are triggered easily. This is incredibly dark, read at your own risk.

Word Count: 11.5k

Authors Note: Hello lovelies, here it is. Heads up, the POV changes to third person when the hash slinging slasher does his thing. Thank you to everyone who sent in asks, i’ve used some of your ideas and words for our blessed Jonathan.

“Mom!” you screamed from the top of the steps,

“Did you move my bags?” you rushed to find the three bags you had packed for your camping trip, packing lightly? you tried, but to no avail. Your friends parents had a cabin up in Lake George, NY. Fancy, but still woodsy. You and a group of your friends were going away as a farewell to high school. The summer right before you go away to college was promised to be a memorable one, and with this camping trip, you knew one thing for sure. You and your friends would be leaving each other, but at least you had one last time to go over all your high school endeavors.

You’d been looking forward to this camping trip all summer long, running into your room, you sat down at your vanity, thinking over all the details of the trip.

~Flashback~

“Y/n, get your ass over here!” your head swinging to the left to see your friend Ana calling you over from her locker. You rolled your eyes playfully, walking over to her calling out a low “what”,

“You’re coming to the cabin this summer right? everyones going. Even Jackie’s weird ass cousin. If you’re not coming i’ll kill you, so keep that in mind.” she shoved your shoulder slightly, smiling wide at you for your long awaited reply. She’d asked you about the cabin a few months back as well, but you still weren’t sure if that’s actually what you wanted to do. I mean, alone getting drunk and crazy with a bunch of juveniles wasn’t the scene you wanted to be in, you wanted to try and turn yourself into a responsible college kid, but…never the less,

“i’ll be there, Ana. Swear.”

“Cross your heart and hope to die swear?”

“Yesss, cross my heart and hope to die.”

~Flashback end~

Ever since then, you were held to it. You never liked flaking on plans, the pressure of fitting in constantly in your head. If you skip enough events, they’ll forget about you. If you don’t put in enough effort, they’ll leave you behind. So here you were, 3 packed bags deep and a Jeep outside filled with your friends, honking for you to come outside.

Your bedroom door creaked open, your mom standing there with your bags,

“Ready?”,

Were you ever ready? To drain your social battery with a weekend in the woods. To have to put on a false facade of confidence, to pretend like you weren’t terrified of the future and what it holds. Ready?…

“As ready as I can be.”

You walked outside, struggling with all three of your bags as every single person in the jeep watched you,

“Get in loser! we’re going camping.” Cheye screamed to you, giggling alongside your other friends. Your eyes zoomed at Jackie in the drivers seat, Ana in the passengers. Cheye, Evan, and Billy in the backseat.

Billy reached over, hanging out the window looking you up and down,

“We’re all filled up here, looks like you’ll be sitting with our bags in the trunk, but if you’d rather sit on my lap…we can have that arranged” his voice sultry, winking back at you, bitting his bottom lip as you continued walking to the car.

“Ew! shut the fuck up billy, you’re gross” Jackie turned from the drivers seat, reaching back to pull him by the shirt back to his original spot in the car, slapping his arm for good measure,

“What?? i’m just fucking joking!!”

You could barely hear them arguing as you lost your balance, tripping on yourself, with only your bags catching your fall. “fuck” you whispered to yourself, not long after you felt yourself dragged back up, you took in a breath, surprised at the sudden help up.

Once you were back on your feet, your eyes met the gaze of his. His eyes icy blue, the waves in his dark brown hair as prominent as ever, and you could see he barely had any stubble, but it was there. You were surprised to see him, it’d been so long since the last time.

“Jonathan!” you wiped the bottom of your dress down, fixing yourself after your fall.

“Y/n, you alright?” he had you by one arm, eyebrows furrowed as he was quite obviously worried. You were staring into his eyes, not even hearing what he was saying, just flustered from his touch. Oh how reactive you were to it.

“Oh..um, yeah. Yeah im alright, thank you” you spat out, stumbling over your words as he smiled while you did so. Chuckling to himself as he noticed your anxious ways.

“Stop jerking him off and get in the car!” Ana screamed, an eruption of laughs following behind. You breathed out loudly, clearly not in the mood for the joke. Already embarrassed, you picked up one of your bags, quickly being stopped by him while you tried to go for the second one.

“I’ve got it, y/n. You know, you could ride with me? I’m driving in with my own car, and you’d have leg room. You wouldn’t have to sit with the bags…in the trunk. Or on that losers lap.” he joked, already going to lift your bags up. You were nervous to say yes, but honestly it seemed like a better deal than having to deal with billy or the trunk.

“I mean, who could say no to leg room, right?” you laughed out, walking with Jonathan to his car. Your answer eliciting a slight smirk from him, you watched as he nodded his head, “Right.”

He opened the trunk to his black Mercedes Benz, throwing your bags into it, unlocking the passengers door and opening it up for you right after. He slammed your door shut, securing you in his car as he walked up to the drivers side door of the jeep, your guess was to talk to Jackie.

“Jackie, we’ll follow your car. Send me the address too, i’ll see you there”

You heard his words faintly, watching him tap the side of the car as he walked back to his drivers side, getting in slowly. You admired his profile, he was always a looker, even when you were younger. You always thought he was cute, but he always thought of you as his cousins younger friend. You knew he was just nice. But you weren’t the only one who had thought these things.

“Damn he’s fucking fineeee” Ana drew out her words, looking over at jackie with a shit eating grin.

“Fuck off, he’s my cousin.”

“And? You can’t tell me you wouldn’t climb that man like a tree if tomorrow ancestry told you he was 3 times removed?”

“Ew Ana…shut up” jackie laughed, putting the car into drive and speeding off.

Just about halfway there, the car ride’s been mostly silent, with just some small talk. You didn’t really know him that well, only knew what Jackie told you. And outside of one or two personal experiences with him you couldn’t say you’d got any sort of vibe from him. Other than lowkey crazy.

~Flashback~

“So, do you think he likes you?” Ana pressures you to speak, you’d just finished explaining what went down between you and some guy you met out at a club you snuck into. He kept blowing up your phone, sending you snap after snap, even going through the lengths of calling you.

“Well, duh he likes her! the question is, does she like him?” jackie chimed in from the other side of the kitchen, you’d all been in her house for your version of taco tuesdays. A sort of tradition after awhile, it’s really just an excuse to be in the same room at the same time without having to worry about anything else.

All eyes were on you to answer the question. You’d just met him, barely even got a good look at his face, it was so dark in the club,

“I mean, i think he’s cute? i’m not sure. I don’t even know the guy. He’s been blowing up my phone, a real wierdo if you ask me. He even left me 4 voicemails!” you admitted, eyes glued to jackie as she pours a little too much taco seasoning onto the impression beef.

“Don’t you think that’s a bit much?” your head swiveling to see where the voice came from, your face already bunched up with annoyance at the opinion nobody asked for. Who does this guy think he is commenting on shit he didn’t know?

“Don’t you think that’s a bit much seasoning?” he corrected himself, staring at Jackie, “Well, maybe that’s what you need when you’re eating fake meat, but i guess that’s none of my business.” his eyebrows raised slightly, smirking at the blonde haired girl standing tall above the counter,

“Nobody asked you, Jonathan. What happened? My brother kick you out of his room? you felt the need to bless us with your unwanted presence.” she sassed, making sure to throw a sarcastic smile back at him,

“I came down here cause something smelled good. And of course i love a good gossip session. Introduce me to your friends.” you watched as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed, giving us a better view of his toned arms.

“Jonathan, this is y/n and ana, y/n and ana, this is my cousin, Jonathan. Pay no mind.”

“I’ll pay all the mind i want, hello Jonathan. What a pleasure it’s been, you want some tacos? we have options…” ana flirted, winking at him from across the table. You zoned out, turning back to face Ana, leaning on your hand. Your phone buzzing again,

“Fuck, it’s him again.”

You watched the room sigh, looking down at the 4 messages, you were just about to open them up until you felt a slight nudge of your seat, your phone pulled from your hands,

“Hey!! what the f–”

“Ah-ah-ah, i’m helping you.” you turned to see Jonathan scrolling through your messages, concentrating on reading everything this random guy sent you. He scoffed, shaking his head at your phone,

“Men like this will never learn. Fucking animals. I’ll fix this problem for you.” he played around with the phone a bit longer, finally bringing it up to his ear, and at that point you lunged for the phone,

“No!! no what are you doi-”

“Hello? Yeah. This is y/n’s boyfriend, if you contact this number again i will fucking find you and rip your limbs off piece by piece until only your dick is left, then i’ll blend it up and feed it to your family. Got it? got it.” your eyes widened, mouth hanging open as he pressed the end call button, handing you your phone back.

“Don’t let these assholes treat you like that. You deserve better.” his words kinder than you’d thought. You grabbed your phone back quickly, looking down at text thread stunned.

“Holy shit Jonathan, that was awesome…” Ana’s reaction of pure shock,

“Jonathan, you’re a psycho” Jackie turned around, pushing his shoulder so he’d lose balance slightly.

“What can I say? People like that need to be scared straight sometimes.”

~Flashback end~

You stared at Jonathan, watching him squeeze the steering wheel as your intense gaze got longer. You just couldn’t keep your eyes off of him, something about him was so…mesmerizing.

“You know staring is rude” he didn’t even have to turn his head to look at you to feel your eyes on him.

“oh god–..i’m sorry” your flustered words barely comprehensive, looking straight back to the road feeling your hands sweat from anxiety. You turned in your seat awkwardly, picking at your thumbs to do anything but look back at him.

“It’s okay doll, you don’t have to be sorry, i’m only kidding,” you felt his hand pat your thigh, causing you to jump up slightly at the sudden touch.

“Jonathan?”

“Yes y/n…”

“Where have you been? I mean…i haven’t seen you since i was like 16, i just–..sorry, sorry, i don’t know. It’s none of my business anyway.” you sighed, regretting even asking the question you’ve been wanting to ask for the whole car ride. He just virtually disappeared, after going to college you thought maybe he just deaded everyone around him.

“Don’t be sorry, y/n. I’ve been around. My-” you watched him stop his sentence, taking a deep breath in and exhaling, changing his position on the steering wheel,

“My parent’s passed away my freshman year in college, i just, kind of disappeared after that. Dropped out, had to deal with a lot of family stuff. I’ve just been reconnecting with my other family this year. I still think this was a pity invite, but i kind of needed a weekend away from everything.”

You looked him up and down, realizing how much more you regret asking him,

“Jesus, Jonathan i’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring this up for you. Jackie didn’t even tell me, i had no clue.” you placed your hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him in the littlest way possible.

He took your hand off his shoulder, grabbing it to his chest, holding it there for just a second before bringing it up to his lips and leaving a light kiss on the back of it.

“You’re fine, i like talking to you. You were always my favorite.” he turned to you with a smile, letting your hand go as he turned his blinker on to take the next exit.

“Almost there.”

All you heard was the car driving over an abundance of leaves and branches, finally looking over to see this long awaited house sitting right on the lake. Your heart rushed, excited for what’s to come.

You watched as all of your friends hoped out of their cars, still staying idle with Jonathan, waiting for him to make the first move out,

“Why don’t you go with them, i’ll get our bags and bring them inside.” Jonathan offered, leaning down to pull the latch for the trunk as you turned the knob to your door, hurrying out,

“Sounds good! i’ll see you inside,”

And with that, you ran up the stairs of the house, opening the door to find a two level cabin, at least 4 rooms on the second floor, huge living room with a fireplace, everything you could have imagined,

“Shit Ana, this is amazing” exclaiming excitedly, running towards the moose head centered right above the fire place, examining it thoroughly,

“Yeah, it’s been in my family forever. We just built up, this shit used to be a one level,” quickly cut off by Cheye, grabbing Evans hand and running straight up the stairs,

“DIBS ON THE BIGGEST BED”, she looked back, winking at the group. A flushed red color soon appeared on Evans cheeks, he could never keep up with Cheye’s sex drive.

“You kids have fun,” jackie dropped her bags off, pulling her hair up in a bun.

“Let’s explore.” billy pulled you by your arm, dragging you off towards the kitchen, having to catch your footing halfway through.

The kitchen was decently sized, a huge window above the sink outlooking the backyard, the view of trees and woods made you feel so small. Like, the whole word is back there, and we’re in this cabin. If you looked to the right, there was a small lake, a dock attached with wooden planks scattered everywhere.

You got lost looking out the window, not even noticing Billy sneak up behind you, grabbing your hips steady. Your body jumped up, pushing back as you swung around to face him,

“Dude, what are you doing” you brought your hands to his chest, pushing him away further.

“What?–” his voice raising in pitch defensively, “I’m just looking at the beautiful view, don’t you wanna go for a swim later?” his eyebrow raised, shining his pearly whites at you.

“I’ll go for a swim, but not with you.” you crossed your arms, putting all your weight onto one foot, perusing your lips as a fuck you to him.

“Awe,” Billy brings his hand to your face, rubbing your cheek in circular motions as you’re pinned to the sink, wishing you could pull back further,

“Always playing so hard to get, huh?”

Before anything else can be said, the kitchen door to the back swings open, hitting he wall with a loud “thud” that can be heard throughout the house.

You both look to the door, a tall handsome man standing, not saying a word just eyes locked to billys, the tension in the room was sharp, you could cut it with a knife.

“Who’s this guy again?” he turned to you, leaning over you as he placed both his hands on the sink on either side of you.

“I’m jackie’s cousin, Jonathan.” his voice monotoned, completely still in the same spot he’d walked in.

Billy finally relieved you by raising his posture, walking away from you and closer to Jonathan,

“Well…Jackie’s cousin,–” you watched as Billy moved closer to Jonathan, getting right in his face. Jonathan standing up straighter than before if that was possible, a slight smirk on his face that angered Billy even more.

“It’s been a pleasure.” billys sarcastic tone was accompanied by him brushing shoulders with Jonathan, pushing him back slightly as he walked out back, completely leaving you and Jonathan alone.

You let out an audible breath of relief, rolling your eyes as you turned to your side, leaning against the counter, watching Jonathan’s features lighten up as he looked at you.

“Your phone, it was on the floor of my car.” he handed you back your Iphone, smiling as he placed his hands in his back pockets.

“Thank you! i honestly thought i had it on me…but-anyway, don’t pay mind to billy. He’s an asshole.” you confessed, shrugging your shoulders casually.

“Oh trust me, i see that now.” he laughed slightly, humming at the end of his statement, walking closer to you, this time you weren’t cornering yourself, letting him walk directly face to face with you.

“Let me know if he bothers you again, y/n.” his large hand moving from his back pocket to your jawline, moving his finger along it. You felt yourself push into his touch, goosebumps rising to your skin.

You thought back to how he helped you with your problem all those years ago, wondering if he was the same old him or if his parents loss really did change him in some way. You wanted to figure out what happened, although he’s been nothing but amazing, you just, feel, something out of the ordinary. A sixth sense.

“I will, Jonathan. I’ll tell you.”

The slight breeze of the summer night was unlike any other. The perfect night. You and your friends circled around a fire pit, you had at least 3 s’mores by now. Laughs echo’ing through the woods as everyone had enough alcohol in their system to make them feel good.

You had a cup of some godforsaken drink Cheye had made, tasted like every alcohol on earth mixed together to create a death juice.

You had taken just a few sips, before putting it back down at your feet, you were the only sober one there, not caring to be trashed out of your mind.

“What? you don’t like my finest quality beverage?” Cheye asked, sipping her drink and leaning into Evan.

“I love it!, just, not really in the mood to drink.” you admitted, taking a bite of your s’more.

Billy moved closer to you, his hand falling on your thigh, causing you to adjust yourself, pushing him off.

“Why don’t you have fun, y/n, come on. Don’t be a buzz kill.” billy pressured, he grabbed the drink from the ground, bringing it up to your lips for you. Pouring it basically on you, forcing you to take huge sips.

“Billy, stop, if she doesn’t want to drink fuck off” Ana pulled the cup away from your face, grabbing it away from billy.

You coughed up a bit, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand,

You heard billy mumble under his breath, swore he said “losers” following it up by being more obnoxious,

“Speaking of, where’s that Josh kid?”

“Don’t be a dick. His name is Jonathan and he’s my cousin, take it easy on him. He’s had a…rough few years.” her voice lower as she spoke out the last few words.

“I saw him go up to his room before we came out, he’s not a very social person it seems.” Evan quietly added, Cheye sitting directly on his lap, hand tangled in his hair.

“But you aren’t either baby” she teased, kissing along his neck, leaving bruise like marks everywhere.

“Get a room!” Ana joked, sticking her finger in her mouth suggesting she was going to throw up.

“Well…we just might”

Cheye jumped up, jogging towards the back door, turning back to look at Evan,

“Last one there is on top!” which caused Evan to rush over, trying to beat her inside.

You smiled through the ache, feeling more lonely than ever seeing how they interacted. It’d been awhile since your last boyfriend, losing hope after every guy treated you the same. Nobody matched your love language, nobody.

“I’m gonna go too, Jackie come with I want to show you where we keep the good whiskey.”

Soon after that, it’d just be you and Billy alone, just what you needed.

You got up, ignoring him next to you, walking to the lake, finally getting to the boardwalk, lifting your jeans to leave room for your feet to dangle, getting down to feel the temperature. Ohh, cold. You still sat, your feet grazing the water, leaning back on your hands to look up at the stars. Everything would change after this summer. This was your last summer of feeling free, feeling like you had your whole life ahead of you, feeling like you actually had things figured out. Go to college, get a job, live your life. What you’d been taught since you were young. You weren’t one to ditch the status quo.

You felt yourself being nudged, almost losing your balance at the edge of this dock,

“Ugh! Chill the fuck out” you looked up at the man, short brown hair and a patchy beard,

“Let’s get in. I told you we’d swim,” he began taking his shirt off, halfway through unbuttoning his jeans, you sat up, walking back from the lake,

“Swim yourself, asshole.” you ran inside, the screen door slamming behind you, you walked in to an empty house, Cheye and Evan upstairs doing god knows what, Jackie and Ana somewhere hidden finding her parents stash of expensive stuff, and Jonathan…who was..in his room?

Sounded like a good idea to you as well, running to the empty room you had decided was yours, shutting the door behind you. You jumped on the creaky bed, getting comfortable against the headboard. Putting your beats headphones on, nothing would interrupt you and your playlist now.

“I FUCKING WILL THEN!” Billy replied, screaming at the girl who’d walked off from him and into the house. He still continued to rid himself of his clothes, stripping down to his boxers, “fucking stupid bitch”

He jumped in, splashing water everywhere in his path, shivering from the temperature. He dunked his head in the water, getting his face wet, soon returning to the surface, his hands wiping his eyes, snap

He turned his head to the sound, smiling thinking he’s gotten what he wants.

“So, you are gonna join me after all? I knew you’d come to your senses babe.” his smug response echo’ed as he swam to the source of the sound, just a bit further down the lake. Arriving at the land, he was just out of distance from the site of the house, nothing but trees if he walked a few feet.

“Baby?” he called out, looking around at the pitch black woods, smiling, you’re just hiding from him, he thought.

“Don’t hide baby, come to daddy–” he used his upper strength, about to hop out of the lake,

“I’m right here babe” a deep low voice coming out of the woodworks, billy’s eyes widened, looking up at the surprise, “what the f-” trying to finish his words before Jonathan’s hand pushed him back down, keeping him under the water, gripping his hair so he couldn’t swim away.

“I swear i’ve never heard you so quiet.” Jonathan laughed to himself, Billy’s thrashing under his hand, feeling the intrusion of water into his lungs, filling his body, nowhere to go but further down. Soon blacking out, his thrashing completely halted, taking his last breath, his grip on Jonathan’s hand falling, signaling his demise.

“Now what am i gonna do with you? hmm?” Jonathan’s first kill of the night such a satisfying one, but will anyone else be on his list for the night?

You’re in and out of consciousness as your playlist is on it’s final song, threatening to repeat for the second time that night. You could barely stay awake, yawning as you turned over on your side, facing away from your door, trying to let sleep take over. Jackie and Ana still in her parents private separated shed like house, absolutely nothing going on as far as you’re concerned.

You could barely hear anything, that included a few doors down, Cheye and Evan going at it like rabbits, fucking each others brains out. Evan was last up to the bed, unfortunate for him,

“Fuck Evan,” Cheye panted, digging her nails into his back, dragging them down as she giggled,

“Deeper” she begged, wanting to feel him fill every part of her, but instead, she sighed at the sudden feeling of emptiness, opening her eyes to see Evan being dragged off of her,

“WHAT THE FUCK MAN” Evan screamed, dropping to the floor as he tripped over the bed frame, his shaggy hair in his eyes, barely able to see his attacker,

Cheye pulled the blankets over her naked body, a sense of absolutely dread washed over her as the shine from the large knife accompanying Jonathan caught her eye.

“Wh-what are you doing man? hey, hey–” Evan’s voice cracking as Jonathan strolled over to him, evan crawling backgrounds to try and get as far away from him as possible,

“You know….” Jonathan began, leaning down to grab him by his thick curls, looking from Cheye to him, smiling at the fear stamped onto her face, making sure all eyes were on him.

He swung the knife around, so everyone was aware of it, “I really liked you two. So fun-” he adjusted the knife to sit at evan’s throat, causing him to jump, whining in fear, silent sobs and “please’s” dripping from his lips.

“Young love i suppose.” his hair falling as he looked down at evan, smirking at his next victim,

“Since i like you, i’ll make this fast” the next thing heard was Cheye’s scream, watching as Jonathan sliced evan’s neck to the bone, blood squirting out all over, staining the hardwood floor.

“PLEASE! Please you don’t have to do this Jonathan, please don’t do this, please i won’t tell anybody! let me go i won’t–” Jonathan launched at her, pulling the blanket from her body to reveal all of her. Crawling on top of her, hovering as she fell deeper into the bed, tears staining her cheeks as she turned her head away from him.

“Oh, but i do have to do this, Cheye.” his hand traveling up her leg as the other was positioned right next to her head, knife in hand. He rubbed small circles on her thigh, looked down at the masterpiece he had in front of him. His hands closing in on her heat, feeling her shaking underneath him, “please-”

His eyes snapped at her, feeling him throw daggers at her, she cried loudly,

“Just keep it down, sweetheart. I just need you to keep it down.” She listened for now, closing her eyes tight as he reached her center, slightly parting her legs so he could have a better look. “I’ll spare you if you show me what you’re all about.” but he knew he wouldn’t spare her. He just loves to see the hope in her eyes, still jumping at his every movement not knowing what he will do next.

“P-please, d-don’t hurt me” Cheye pleaded, arms at her side, still as ever, still not facing him, but opting to face to the side, getting a glimpse of the light shimmering off his blade. Sharpened just for her.

“I’m not gonna hurt you yet, darling. Do as I say and I’ll keep you alive.” He lied effortlessly, laughing at her small cries. Screaming out, she betrayed his word, knowing he warned her to be quiet.

“Didn’t I say to keep it down?” He spoke between his teeth, getting up just to grab the tape he had left at the edge of the bed, unraveling it as Cheye began screaming louder,—“PLEASE DONT DO THIS!!” the last words she got out before he placed a large strip of tape over her mouth.

Cheye’s muffled screams were now the only thing filling the room, barely anything audible due to the tape. Squirming in bed against the sheets, paralyzed with fear as she watched him grab a red marker from the counter. Her eyebrows furrowed as he walked over, straddling her once again, bringing the sharpie to her bound lips. Marking it up in the oddest way, not realizing what he could have been drawing.

A pair of red lips,—

He leaned over seconds after marking up her tape. Leaving a small peck on the grey strip.

“I had to make sure those pretty little lips weren’t hidden from me.”

Without a warning, he shoved the knife into her neck, her squirming automatically ceasing, choking on her own blood, feeling it seep from the duct tape over her lips, dripping down her chin, the last thing she felt before everything went black, the last sight of her killer burned into her head.

Jonathan’s third murder of the night. Look’s like there’s no stopping him on his road to you.

You’re woken up out of a dead sleep, wondering if it was the night after, feeling your head pounding, your head feeling heavy even when you look to the side to check the the time, 3 a.m. Fuck. You didn’t even know when you’d fallen asleep, all you know is your headphones are still on and your phone battery was on 5%.

You fixed your hair down, yawning as you stretched out of bed.

“Cheyeeee,” you called out, opening the door to your room to look out in the hall.

You waited a few seconds before you didn’t get an answer to walk out, looking over the banister, finding nobody in sight. Not bothering to call out her name again, you walked to her room.

Nothing. You looked inside, just saw the sheets and blankets messed up, clothes everywhere, and not one person to answer your calls. You figured they went for a late night swim, walking into the room to look out the window, hmm, nobody outside? you thought to yourself. Thoughts swaying in your mind of where people could be. It’s so weird of everyone to just ditch you, but you remembered Jonathan being in his room. At least he still has to be here.

Wrong. Walking to his room, you were yet again let down by the silence. Shit.

“Jonathannnnn? Jackieeeee? anyoneeeee home?” you once again called out, this time over the banister, but no answer….you did however notice the front door wide open, “Was that door always open?”

Jackie and Ana, drunk on the floor of the shed, instead of a wall of tools, just bottles and bottles of collectable whiskeys, giggles coming from the dimly lit shack.

“Jackie, o h my god … is it hot in here?? fuck im hot. Fuck…i think we…i think we drank just a weeee bit too much” her words slurred, leaning against Jackie as she closed her eyes, the world spinning behind her lids.

“No my darling, you, drank too much. Nobody told to down 3 glasses of very politely sized Macallan 15 year.” she joked, pulling Ana back up to sit against the wall,

“That’s where you are very. very wrong.” she pointed at Jackie, or at least tried to. Pointing at the door instead,

“I definitely told myself to drink those glasses.” she winked, downing her last glass of the evening.

Jackie turned her head, eyes squinting looking out of the shed,

“What?” Ana notices her small pause,

“Did you just hear my name? I swe-” Jackie panicked, but Ana put her finger to her mouth to shush her,

“Looks like i’m not the only drunk one after allllllll” her voice higher pitched, laughing at her own comedic genius. Jackie figured she was maybe a little drunk, ignoring the clear yelp of her name.

You walked down the steps, careful of your every movement, constantly looking behind you, paranoid someone was just trying to prank you. You walked curiously around the steps, slowly making your way to the back door. A small light caught your eye, a door slightly cracked open in the kitchen, across the the window outlooking the backyard, and adjacent from the backdoor. You hadn’t even noticed it the first time you were in here.

You opened the door, barely able to see, the light had to be almost out, you looked down, it was the moonlight shining from a small window in what you thought was some sort of basement. “Helloooo, anyone down here??” you called out, taking it upon yourself to begin to walk down the steps, creaking each step down.

At the bottom of the stairs, you looked to your left, seeing nothing but one small window, shining light on a whole lot of nothing. Your hairs standing as you begin to feel your breathing pick up,

“This isn’t fucking funny, guys.” you crossed your arms, huffing out the statement, turning to your right to see the shine of a string attached to what looks like a bulb. You follow the string, determined to get to it, barely able to reach as you slipped back. Your elbows catching your fall…fuck, you grabbed your head, rubbing to soothe the dull ache. Bringing your hands back to the front of your face, feeling some sort of substance on them. what the fuck?

You wiped your hands on your pants, figuring it was some disgusting water. Finally reaching up, pulling the string, immediately lighting up the room and showing you your red stained hands.

You jumped back, gasping down at your palms, only later picking up your head to noticed the three bodies laid atop each other in the corner of the basement.

Grey. Your vision going grey as your heart started to palpitate, getting out one scream, “JACKIEE–” before you felt a hand cover your mouth, grabbing your whole body against theirs. A pinch to your neck, a pull of your hair. Grey. Or was it black? You couldn’t remember. The needle you wouldn’t remember later being injected into your neck carrying a substance that’d knock a black bear out. Last thing you’d remember was leaning against a warm body, passing out as if you never even woke.

“Ana!!! shut up…i swear to fucking god i just heard it again.” now fixing to stand, Jackie grabs the counter to lift herself up.

“Heard whaaaa?” Ana’s eyes closing as she leans against the wall, still in the same sitting position as before.

“My name! jesus, Ana, no more drinks for you. Stay here, i’m gonna go see what’s up.”

“Stay here im gonna go see whats up” Ana mimics in a high squeaky voice, squinting her eyes and waving her hands around, “Whatever, you do that…but in horror movies you’re the one who dies…i don’t make the rules” she said nonchalantly, Jackie rolling her eyes, “ok drunkie” she mumbled under her breath, leaving her there to sober up.

15 minutes or so goes by, what feels like an hour to Ana. Her eyes closed as shes trying to keep herself awake. She barely heard the door of the shed slam back shut as if someone entered,

“Ohhhh so i see miss sober is back and still alive…” she begins, eyes still half shut as she works to get herself up off the ground, “I guess my horror movie knowledge is shit,-” she stood facing the door now, realizing who she was looking at was definitely not “miss sober”

“Look who it is. Mr. tall and handsome. What a lovely surprise.” she sloppily walks over to Jonathan, swinging her hands around his neck, bringing him down for a kiss he didn’t pull back from.

Their lips stuck together, the taste of high end whiskey now transfer’d to his lips. Soon she’d move to kissing his jaw line, somehow both of them moving backwards. Her leather skirt rising up as her back hit the table under the whiskey shelves. Humming in approval, she pulled away from Jonathan, looking at his dark eyes,

“I guess i’m lucky tonight, baby” she went back to attaching herself to his neck, kissing and sucking at the skin, leaving all of her love bites for him, “I guess you are” he replied, watching her stop for a minute to smell him slightly,

“mm..you smell..you smell like Japanese cherry blossom…uhh..have you been fuckin Cheye too?” Ana pushed against his chest, too drunk to have any sort of filter,

“Shhhh, stop talking, i was just having fun.” he turned Ana around, pushing her head onto the table, lifting her skirt to rip off her black thong, her body shook as he did.

She shook her butt slightly, teasing him as she looked back to him. Watching him smile in victory, he begins to unzip his pants, releasing himself to line up with her core. Fucking her instantly, gripping her shoulder for leverage as he began his violent thrusts, shaking the whole table.

Her moans loud as he took what he wanted, pushing her face into the desk further, growling at the way she hugged him.

“ah fuck,–” one brutal thrust and the table shakes enough to knock over several whiskey bottles, crashing and breaking onto the table around her, one even hitting her in the head, but not hard enough to crack,–

“OOOWWW” she went to raise her hand, a bump rising faster than she could think, her wrist now gripped by Jonathan as he slams it back down,

“I got that for you, sweetheart” gripping the slender bottle, and pulling back on it, slamming it back down onto her head. Shattering it everywhere, blood pouring from her scalp as she starts to scream. Jonathan pulling out of her, tucking himself back in as he gets a handle on her. Grabbing her by the hair and pulling her up, smashing her face back onto the broken shards of glass all around the table. Multiple times, over, and over, and over, until her body fell limp in his arms, falling to the ground in a puddle of blood.

Jonathan kicked her body, making sure she was as dead as she could be, leaning down to pull her shoulder back, taking in what he’d done. Glass buried deep and contusions everywhere on her face. He was always silent when he was ready to kill, never letting people get him distracted. He picked a particularly large piece of glass from her skin, examining before flicking it to the side and bringing his eyes back to her.

“Oh…you were right. You do have shitty horror movie knowledge.”

Jackie walked inside, investigating the house, upstairs, in every room, but nothing. Her path the same as yours, each room, Jonathan’s room, down the stair, to the kitchen…hmm…a door? She went to reach for the handle, instantly jumping back as Jonathan opened the back door, out of breath, falling to his knees.

“WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE THERE’S A KILLER, EVERYONES GONE, THEY’RE ALL DEAD, JACKIE, THEY’RE ALL DEAD,” his breathing heavy, his hand to his heart as Jackie rushes to him, kneeling on the ground with him, holding his shoulders steady,

“No…no, jonathan, what are you saying? did you smoke that sativa shit again? You know what–”

“NO I DIDN’T FUCKING SMOKE. JACKIE. PLEASE, I WAS CALLING YOU, I THOUGHT…i thought you were gone too.” he cries to her, falling into her chest as she’s still trying to put the pieces together,

“You’re joking? I know, i know it’s almost the anniversary of their death. But everything’s okay, see i’ll get Ana, we can just have a chill night, watch movies, okay?” She hugged him into her, running her fingers through his hair before he began to get back up, dragging her with him.

“I’m not fucking joking. I saw blood…i–i don’t know where anyone is,” he began as Jackie took his hand, dragging him back outside,

“Ana is drunk, Cheye and Evan are fucking somewhere, and Billy probably finally convinced y/n to sleep with him. Everything is–” she reached the shed, opening the door to see Ana laying in a puddle of blood, a scream echo’ing throughout the woods erupted from Jackie.

Jackie falling back, hands covering her mouth, crying into them, “oh my god”

“We need to get the fuck out of here,” Jackie got back up, grabbing Jonathan to run, but he stopped as they both got inside the house.

“You go. Take the keys, go. I called the police, i have to see if anyone else is alive.” Jonathan basically pushes Jackie out, dragging her to her car, a string of “no”’s as Jonathan gave her no choice when she was at her drivers side door, him unlocking it and shoving her inside, the door still open as his one hand leaned against the top of the car.

“Go. I have to stay. I’m going to be fine, like you said. You need to get out of here. I don’t know what i’d do if i lost you too. Get out.” he shut her drivers side door. She rolled the window down, tears streaming down her cheek, sobbing to him,

“I can’t leave you here” she pleaded, not yet ready to accept that this wasn’t him offering, this was a demand.

“You have to get the fuck out of here.” he grabbed her gently by the back of the neck, bringing her in as he kissed her forehead,

“Go.”

~1 week later~

Was it days? Months? You hadn’t been able to tell. Your wrists swollen around the handcuffs attached to a ratty pole in what looked like some sort of dungeon. This wasn’t…real? You knew you hadn’t been in the same cabin you left. Do your friends know you’re alive? is anyone looking for you? How could you be so dumb to trust–

“JONATHAN!! PLEASE, PLEASE LET ME GO” you screamed as you watched the door at the top of the stairs open. This was about the time he fed you, judging from the light outside.

Silence. He never was a man of many words. You had been down here for awhile, still in the same clothes, blood all over your pants and shirt from…wait, you thought, my friends…they’re dead.

Your red and puffy eyes looking into his baby blue’s, trying to plead your mercy, but maybe it worked? You watched as he searched for a key in his back pocket, unlocking you from the pole.

“Let’s go. We’ve gotta get you nice and clean.”

No. No. You thrashed as soon as he unlocked you, him having to stabilize you by gripping the back of your head, screaming as he ripped at your scalp.

“Don’t make me angry, y/n.”

He dragged you up the stairs, blind folding you first so you’d be ignorant to what the house looked like. By how long it took you to get to what was a bathroom, you knew it must have been huge. You heard the shower running, your thoughts running as you realized what he was about to do.

Ripping your blindfold off, you were standing in front of a porcelain tub. You watched him as he shut the water off, feeling the temperature for you,

“Take off your clothes.”

You shook your head violently, backing up until you hit the door, grabbing the handle from behind you,

“N-no, i don’t want to” you stuttered. Still in shock from everything. Your brain didn’t even process that Jonathan was the one responsible for all of this. You feel like you aren’t even in your body, dazed out, looking at a man you barely know.

“That wasn’t a suggestion, y/n, but i see now you like doing things the hard way.” you squealed watching him rush towards you, grabbing your wrists and slamming you against the sink positioned next to the door. You screamed slightly, the feeling of being crushed under his weight as he began lifting your shirt up, you put your arms against his chest, pounding and screaming, but he was too strong for you.

“Stop, fucking STOP MOVING” you felt a sting on your cheek, the force of the slap flinging you to the floor, blood pouring from your lip as you looked up at Jonathan with doe like eyes,

“P-please, no, please let me go” you cried out lowly, holding your lip as blood continued to trickle down your chin, wincing while he came down to your level, hovering atop your body that was now pinned to the ground,

“It’s too late for all of that. You’re mine now. And i need to make sure you’re good as new” he ignored your silent cries as he pulled out his small pocket knife, your screaming slightly louder once your eyes met the blade. This was it. He was going to kill you. But maybe that was better than living at this point.

He put the knife under your shirt, cutting down the middle, and noting to cut the sleeves. Your shift falling off of you like butter, leaving you in only your bra up top. “please” was the only thing out of your mouth as you rocked back and forth on the ground, audibly crying out out to him. But he didn’t listen as he forcibly removed the rest of your clothes. Leaving you vulnerable on the ground under him.

He grabbed you by the hand, standing up with you,

“One leg at a time, come on.” he helped you in the tub, sitting you down as your bruised body welcomed the warm water, bringing your knees up to your chest as your eyes fell to the water. Too scared to look at him as he began using a rag to clean your body. It felt…nice, his gentle strokes on your back. Jumping whenever put the rag in the water, scared of his touch.

You finally had the courage to raise your head, making eye contact with such a beautiful villain. You both halted your movements before him brought the rag up to your lip, wiping the residue of blood of your face, smiling at you softly. Much to your dismay. Seeing that softness still in a man so cruel, you didn’t understand this. Why any of this was happening.

“J-..joathan” barley whispering to him, too frightened if you spoke up too much he’d hurt you.

“Yes, princess?” your body instantly repulsed by the nickname.

“Why are you doing this to me?” you sobbed out, hearing him sigh, you looked into his eyes. No emotion behind them, looking right through you as he smiled at you, pushing your body back against the tub to separate your chest from your knees, whimpering as he did so, you felt his hand slide down your belly, cupping your pussy in the process. You squirmed just enough to get him to hold you down by your hair, crying out at his force once again.

“Because i can, sweetheart.” the retched taste of your own bile coming up at his words, crying out as you felt his long digit enter you, your hand flying to his wrist between your legs to grab it, barely able to look down from the way he was holding your hair back against the tub,

“Shhhh, shhhh” he shushed you, pushing in and out of your cunt as he hummed in satisfaction, oh how incredible tight you were when you were resisting his attempts.

“Didn’t i tell you to be quiet? You and your friends have a serious noise issue, hm? Well darling, don’t make me have to gag you now.” he spoke all too calm, watching as your volume was brought back down, terrified of what he’d gag you with. You relaxed against the tub, letting go of his wrist as he worked you open with his fingers, giving up the protest as he curiously rubbed your spongy walls, meeting spots inside of you that made your toes curl.

His hand still parked in your hair, you looked to the side at him, resting your face on his arm,

“Please Jonathan,” you pleaded, “please just let me go!” He just shakes his head. “Why would I do that pet? You’re too valuable to get rid of,” he smiles. Twisting his fingers inside of you, triggering your legs to close around his arm, feeling yourself let go around him unknowingly. He ripped an orgasm from you, forcing you to contract around him, biting your lip to stifle the moans.

“Don’t worry, they’ll be more where that came from.”

He put you in a baggy T-shirt of his, you watched as he opened up a bag of underwear,

“I don’t know what size you were, so i hope these fit” throwing a pair at you to put on in front of him, doing so slowly, feeling your pelvic bone throbbing from what he’d done to you.

He put the blindfold back on you, walking you around for a bit until you heard a door slam shut behind you,

“Wh-where are we?” you asked softly, letting him take the blind fold off. You saw black noise canceling foam around the room, and just a bed in the middle of it. Nothing else. Windows boarded up, nothing but a bed.

“We are at your new room.”

He pushed you onto the bed, you fell on your side, crawling up and sitting in the middle, it was a decent sized bed, a queen you’d say. Only the light from the ceiling glowing, and the room was freezing cold. You were in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear, ready to go under the blankets to protect yourself from the cold.

“Why is it so cold,” your voice breaking as you asked. At this point you were going to ask whatever you wanted, knowing you were going to die anyway. Losing hope, nobody was looking for you.

He leaned over to you, grabbing your ankle and sliding you to the side of the bed. Your heads above your head as your heart began pounding, he was so unstable. You didn’t know his next move ever. He opened your legs, grabbing your waist to pull you slightly off the bed so his crotch was flat against yours, lifting your shirt to reveal your breasts, nipples hard and goosebumps all over them.

“I keep it cold so i can see your pretty nipples at all times,” he brought his thumb and pointer finger to your left nipple, squeezing and pulling as he smiled at your scream.

“Such a good girl.”

It’s been at least 2 weeks, and he seems to have gotten away with everything. He’s neglected to tell you any details of the rest of the night, nothing, you’re just gone. Captured. You don’t know what to call it. Crying to yourself in your new room. How can you get out of this? Can you manipulate him, try and run? No. You didn’t even know where you were. He’d been feeding you alright, checking in on you about once every hour. But nothing else, not since the day he bathed you. Figuring he probably had to lay low for awhile, assess all of his avenues after kidnapping a fucking human being. Not just some animal that can’t take or fend for itself, you’re a person.

The door opened up, causing you to sit up straight on the bed, he was in a black dress shirt, place jeans, taking off his pea coat and dropping it the ground.

“What a shitty fucking day.” you watch as he starts unbuttoning the shirt, pulling it from out of his pants, unbuckling his belt in the process. You took a sharp breath in, worried for what he’s going to do, confused at why he suddenly started talking to you,

“W..what happened?” you weren’t sure what to do, how do you speak to your captor,

He let no time go by, huffing out, “I went to your slut of a friends memorial service. They gave up on finding the bodies so it was an empty casket. Took them long enough to give up.”

Your heart stopped, barely able to focus, realizing how real this had become. Your friends are gone, everyone. You immediately started to cry out, a barely audible scream coming from your lips as Jonathan rushed over to you, turning you over to your face was smushed into the mattress, removing your shirt from your backside, revealing one of multiple pairs of panties he’d bought for you.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP OR I’LL KILL YOU TOO” he lashed out, ripping your underwear down as you screamed into the mattress, feeing the first of many whips, his cold leather belt hitting your skin and ripping through it multiple times. Feeling the bruises form as he went along, pushing your face further down as he decided on the last strike being the worst. Your scream muffled by the blanket, sinking your pelvis in to try and relieve some of the pain.

Your voice eventually strained as you suddenly felt pressure inside of you, all too in your own world to realize he’d released himself from his pants, lining up with your cunt and pushing in devilishly. Groaning as he bottomed out in you as you were laying on your belly,

“Hmmm…what happened?” he asked as you cried out, your pussy not as wet for him as he felt that day in the tub. You felt the burning sensation along your vulva, feeling sensitive, your cunt was throbbing around him.

“Am I not doing it for you anymore?” You winced as his hands grabbed at your hair, pushing your skull further into the mattress, moving your hair to one side as he attached himself to your neck. Licking and biting his favorite spots.

“Jonathan—please” your voice was shaky, broken, insecure, knowing his mood jumps too well by now. Nothing you said to him was safe. He’d find a way to blow up over anything, and it didn’t matter how you meant it at that point. Punishment would be looming ahead, but he just laughed at your plea. Humming along your neck as he began pumping inside of you. Your back meeting his stomach as you arched up off the bed trying to find relief from the burn.

“You’re nothing but a pussy to me. You’re lucky i didn’t kill you like the rest of them.” None of your screams being heard, echo’ing into the blanket.

He’s ruthlessly fucking you, feeling him twitch inside of you as his eyes closed, getting lost in how well you fit around him, finally warming up to him.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you when i’m done with you.” his voice a low growl, your squirming beneath him, crying loudly,

“PLEASE- NO, PLEASE DONT KILL ME,–” you managed to get out as you turned your face to the side, your cheek now smushed against the sheets.

You never stopped screaming, even after you felt him release inside of you, shaking atop you, groaning and moaning as you hugged him while he released, warm and wet all for him.

He fell on you, your cries finally subsiding, terrified of what he was going to do next, getting ready for the pain.

But suddenly, he flipped you over, placing himself between your legs as he looked in your soaked eyes, bright red, biting your lip to hold back more sobs,

“I’m sorry, y/n. I-i don’t know…i don’t know what i was saying.” he stared at you for a moment, bringing his lips down to meet yours in a kiss that was not requited.

“I’ll never hurt you. I was just..overwhelmed. Please,- i’ll make it up to you! i will, you can stay with me this weekend. So you won’t be alone.”

You breathed in multiple times, catching your cry in the back of your throat. Wondering if he really that that’d be any better than this. Too terrified to respond to him, you just nodded, closing your eyes and pretending you weren’t there.

He kept his promise, one night waking up in a huge master bedroom, his sheets felt softer, pillows fluffier, the light..oh god, the light. You were alone, you fell asleep in your own room, woke up in this room. You ran up, straight to the windows. Looking outside to see nothing but woods, fuck, you were at least three stories up, the house was huge. You wanted to open the widow but it looks as if they’d been nailed shut, trying to push it open, suddenly jumping at the unexpected noise from behind.

“So i see you’re enjoying yourself.” beads of water falling from his chest, his hair wet and stringy, only in a white towel tied at the waist.

You nodded fast, putting on a fake smile for him, “thank you”

It didn’t take long for you to understand lashing out every day wouldn’t help you. You needed a plan, and to play along for as long as you could until you found a way to get help for yourself. You needed to figure him out, what his deal was, why he picked you, why are you still alive?

“Put on the TV, sit, I’ll get you water.” his words sounding more stern than anything, you listened to him. Whatever he said, you listened. It felt like there was more to him, this was all..this was all so odd. How could he be so human? It’s like his emotions are fighting with themselves, if he harms you too much you see the regret in his eyes. But why? He’s a murderer. He’s the bad guy..right?

You nodded to him, sitting down on his bed, until he arrived back with a plastic cup filled with water for you. Setting it down beside you on the nightstand, walking back around the bed to lay down with the pillows piled behind his head,

He noticed you didn’t touch the remote, too scared to do anything to upset him until he decided to turn the TV on, the station tuned into FOX,

“Still no discovery of the missing teens from Long Island, NY. They took a trip to Lake George, looking to have a last hurrah before the summers end, but unfortunately, met theirs instead. If you have any information about the missing persons, Cheye Jenkins, Billy Baker, Evan Fields, and Ana Winters, please contact your local police department.”

You gasped, looking into your own lap as you pretended to ignore what you just heard, watching him from your peripheral vision have no reaction, change the channel as if he’s never even heard of them before.

“Monster.” you couldn’t hold your tongue, speaking under your breath as he continued flicking through channels,

“What’d you just call me?…” you hadn’t thought about him hearing you, too caught up in your own head to realize the consequences of your actions, but feeling stupidly bold as you always did, you puffed up your chest, turning to your side,

“You’re a monster, Jonathan. A cold blooded monster.”

A pin dropping. That’s what could be heard, the silence in the room scary enough to make you want to run. But where was there to go?

His hand around your throat, squeezing until you wheezed out for breath, pinning you under him just as he’s done over and over again, your face beginning to turn red, feeling him let up only so you’d be able to answer his question,

“HOW? how am i a monster, y/n,” he screamed louder, “HOW AM I A MONSTER?”

You began seeing stars dance along your vision, if this was it, you’d be happy. Finally able to rest, even if you were dead, you barely squeaked out,

“You’re a murderer, you killed with no reason, is Jackie even alive? you must not be above killing family since your parents are dead. They’d love to see the man you turned out to be–” you spit out, venom coming from you, you really angered him, his grip relentless as he squeezed the life out of you, shaking you and slamming you back and forth on the bed as he choked the life out of you,

“I’D NEVER HURT MY FUCKING FAMILY–” lashing out, he released his grip, instead punching you across the face, feeling your eye instantly swell, reopening the almost healed wound on your lip, you could barely feel the pain, almost passing out breathing in and out, not able to give him anymore answers.

Your eyesight in and out, not paying attention to him dragging you down the bed, handcuffing your wrists together behind your back, feeling the all familiar click of the tightening bounds,

He pulled you atop him, your clothed cunt teasingly seated on his soft dick, he’d removed his towel in the scuffle, your body flimsy not understanding what he was trying to do.

“You know what. Why don’t i prove to you Jackie’s alive and healthy, hm?”

You felt him push your underwear aside, inserting his slightly hard dick into you, the stretch almost too much for you, he seated fully inside of you as he held onto your hips, moving you back and forth a couple of times. You gave up, letting him use you, you had no more energy, you just want death at this point.

He slapped your ass, encouraging you to move up and down before he put the phone up to his ear,

“Keep my cock hard or i’ll slit your throat to the bone, y/n.” it seemed like a good way out, you were asking for death. You wanted it, but the delicious sting of his cock inside of you, taunting your body for being so wet around him, you’d get off around him one last time.

You heard ringing from his end of the phone, “if you make any noise i’ll make sure you and your family die.”

You took his threat seriously, holding as much as your breath to make sure you were quiet, hearing him at the other end.

“Jackie..hey,–”

You heard her voice on the other end, he really did make sure she was alive. He was silent for a few seconds before you heard what sounded like small cries on the other end, you watch him wink at you, thrusting up roughly causing you to whimper out, going to cover your mouth with your hands, your wrists stinging from trying to pull them apart while in handcuffs.

“I know, i can’t believe what happened. I know–i know, i miss them too. Do you think they’re dead?” his fake concerned voice as he smiles at you, running his tongue along his top lip, rolling his eyes to the back of his head with pleasure as you’re lifting yourself up and down on his cock, feeling yourself dripping down his shaft.

You want to make any noise, feeling him twitch inside of you, his fat cock stretching you and straining you until it hit your cervix, wincing at the slight dull pain, he kept thrusting up to hurt you, one hand on your hip as the other holds the phone to his ear.

“Don’t cry, it’s going to be okay. Wherever they are, alive or not, we’ll be praying for them, we’ll be praying for all of them.” a particularly hard thrust up as he spoke his last sentence caused you to groan out, crying slightly at the pain.

His hand seated now at your throat, holding it while you slid back and forth on his dick, him squeezing your voice box hard enough so even if you wanted to moan you couldn’t.

“Just know that I love you, and we have each other.” the last words you heard before you felt him coat your walls with his cum, pumping you full and to the brim, eyes squeezed shut biting his bottom lip as he ravages you, breathing as heavy as he could with someone on the other end of the phone, letting go of your throat as he rested his hand on his chest, trying to catch his breath,

“I’ve gotta go, i love you Jackie”

You were now permanently rooming with Jonathan, handcuffed to the bed on days he wasn’t able to really be able to keep you in check. You learned the date finally, it’s been a whole month. You were supposed to start college. Were people still looking? Were people still hopeful you were alive. You couldn’t believe he’d kept you around this long, being his fuck buddy at night, forcing his way into showers with you and taking you from behind. It’d been a journey with him, a journey you were ready to end the day he loosened your handcuffs a little too much when he decided to leave the house.

It’s your chance. Leave now or die later. What was your choice?

Stay, you may die,

Leave now, you may die,

Death the outcome of both. So you went with the latter.

Sneaking your one wrist from the handcuff, ready to do this in just a t-shirt and underwear, someone has to find you. Someone has to be looking.

You went to open the door to his room, everything falling perfectly into place as it opened up with no trouble, no lock in sight. You took in the views, fuck his house was huge

Not paying too close attention, you walked past the few rooms on the third floor, running down the steps as fast as you could, running until you hit the bottom level, the stairs dropping you off into the kitchen…

Your eyes went straight to a long white wire, plugged into..what? your phone?

Your heart lit up, he couldn’t be so dumb? Could he? you grabbed your phone, looking up at the top right, 8%,

Fuck, you had to take it with you. This creep was going through your phone? You almost dropped it unplugging it, going to your contacts to find he’s deleted them all, your text messaged, all gone, fuck, who’s number do you know? fuck, fuck, fuck it,

You dialed out, 9-1, hearing footsteps come from behind you, your turned around, seeing Jonathan rush to you, moving out of the way, he hit into the counter, doubling over in pain which gave you enough time to run, not thinking about finishing your phone call, you went straight to the front door, opened the screen door and running out bare foot, feeling leaves crunch under your foot and rocks indent into your skin, “HELPP ME, SOMEONE HELP ME” you screamed, running straight, finding yourself continually stepping on branch after branch, looking back once you’ve found yourself a distance away.

You sat up against a tree, catching your breathe, looking back and noticing no house in the distance, you ran far enough to get his house out of distance. He lived in the middle of nowhere, scared for your own life, you picked up the phone. Clicking it open, having it automatically go dead, FUCK,

You cried to yourself, throwing it on the floor as you put your hands into your hair, sobbing as you found yourself once again lost, in pure fear, this was it. You’d die in these woods, nobody looking. Nobody caring,—

You heard leaves snapping behind you, turning to look back from the tree,…nobody there,

You decided your best bet was to continue your travels, you can’t just lay down and die now after all of this, but there were other plans for you.

Turning around, walking ahead only a half a second before you screamed, bumping chests with Jonathan. He held you to him as you hit him to get away, screaming and carrying on, fighting for you life, this time he’s going to kill you. He’s going to kill you.

“Give up, y/n. Stop fighting. You’re mine forever now.”

#michael langdon #Cody Fern #american horror story #Jonathan Wolfe

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Alright I've got a very cliche heavy one for ya but I dont mind that 😂😂 Jaskier gets cursed and clearly the only way to break it is by true loves kiss. But reader thinks theres no possible way it's her and waits to see past flings come by to see if they were the one. She gets jealous of them, but also worried because nothing has been working. And, well, one night, she tries. 😉

Fandom: The WitcherPairing: Jaskier x ReaderWord Count: 1,221Rating: Ga/n: yesss tasty, tasty tropes

As long as he kept breathing, there was hope.

That’s what Geralt had assured you when he found you crying in a hidden alcove. You were trying to stay out of the way though every part of you wanted to stay curled up by Jaskier’s side looking for signs of improvement. Yennefer had tried everything she knew to bring him out of his catatonic state but still he laid unmoving and pale in the bed Geralt had placed him in when they arrived a week ago.

“I know what must be done,” Yennefer announced one day, though her face looked a bit grim instead of excited by this new development.

“What is it?” Geralt asked, already rising from his seat, prepared to seek out the cure.

“True love’s first kiss,” she answered.

A tense silence filled the room, finally broken by a terse, “Fuck,” as Geralt took his seat again.

“What does that mean?” you asked.

“It means he can only be awoken by the kiss of his true love,” Yennefer explained.

“The one he loves the most or the one you loves him the most?” you asked, trying to sound casual.

“Ideally both, but at the very least it must be the one he feels the truest love for,” she explained. Your heart sank. All of this love you held for him but no way to help him when he needed it the most. It was agonizing. Almost as agonizing as the parade of women that were ushered in try and break the curse. Geralt had painstakingly gone through Jaskier’s notes and written out a list of women who’d inspired his songs. Even Yennefer had begrudgingly offered up a kiss after much prompting by a very disgruntled Geralt who felt both relieved and discouraged when her kiss had no effect.

The worst day had been when Countess de Stael came. You had never felt so conflicted. On the one hand, you were certain this had to be it, Jaskier spoke of her the most and she had inspired his decision to become a bard. But on the other, you hated the woman with a ferocity you didn’t know you possessed. Yet you would rather he wake and ride off into the sunset with the Countess than have him be close to you in this terrible state. The beautiful voice silenced by a curse, life hanging in the balance.

When the Countess left you felt all hope left with her. Even Geralt seemed to be at a loss but he’d left mumbling about rounding up all of the women in Redania If necessary and his determination was endearing but ultimately didn’t rouse much hope.

You were sitting by his bedside as you had every night after the rest of the household had gone to bed when the thought came to you. Perhaps Yennefer was wrong in her interpretation. Perhaps if someone’s love was strong enough it didn’t require him to love them back. You had no delusions that Jaskier felt anything for you beyond friendship. He’d flirted and gone through the motions of courting you but no more than he had with any other woman that crossed his path. But you had fallen for the bard with the bright, sparkling eyes and fierce determination to spread joy and song even when it fell on deaf, uncaring ears. You loved him and you focused on that love, trying to summon it as though it didn’t already suffuse every part of your being, as you knelt over him and, slightly trembling, kissed his unmoving lips.

You watched his face carefully for any sign of movement, even the slightest twitch of an eyelash would have been caught by your scrutinizing gaze, but none came.

It shocked you that you could still produced tears, certain your body would eventually hit its limit, but still they fell down your cheeks as you buried your head in your arms, your hand clutching Jaskier’s cold, still one.

“Y/N?”

Your breath caught in your throat at the sound and you didn’t dare move, afraid you would look up to find a ghost or that you had finally gone mad with grief and were hearing things that weren’t there. Cold fingers curled around yours and you finally dared to look up.

He still looked wan and a bit tired and more than a bit confused but he looked at you, eyes open and blinking sleepily as he began to sit up.

“Jaskier?” you said, still afraid to trust your eyes. He turned to look at you again and his eyes turned soft and kind.

“Y/N, what happened? One moment I was taking a drink of the most delicious, clear spring water and the next I’m here. And you’re here. And you’re crying,” he reached out and brushed the tears away, his brow furrowing in concern.

“You’ve been asleep for… gods I don’t even know how long now. A week? A month? It’s all run together,” you explained.

“Ah… so Geralt wasn’t joking when he said the spring was cursed. Ugh, he’s going to be impossible to live with. So how did you do it?” he asked.

“Do what?”

“How did you break the curse? Eye of newt? Wish from a Djinn? Sacrifice a goat?”

It amazed you how blithely he jumped from near death into joking.

“No it was… true loves kiss,” you said, glancing away from his eyes as you did.

“Oh… Oh! Oh well that makes sense then,” he said. “It had to be the person I loved most.”

“No,” you corrected him, “No it was just the person who loved you the most.”

“No, Y/N, loathe as I am to admit it I took quite an interest in spells about love when I was at university and I remember clearly that a curse that requires true love’s kiss must be the true love of the cursed,” he said.

“But that doesn’t make sense,” you said.

“Why not?”

“Well because I’m the one who kissed you,” you laughed, waiting for him to look confused and then make a joke about his poor study habits or his love of ale making it hard to remember that far back. Instead he just reached out a hand and gently cupped your face.

“Yes, Y/N, I know. And like I said, it makes perfect sense. Surely you must have known for a while,” he said, scanning your face and finding only shock.

“What do you mean?” you asked incredulously.

“Oh dear, the one time I don’t loudly profess my love and it’s left you totally unaware,” he shakes his head and sits up all the way, accepting your help as you take his arms and steady him before sitting beside him on the bed. He takes your hands in his as he shifts to face you better.

“Well let me be very clear right now. I, Julian Alfred Pankratz, love you, Y/F/N, and I have for some time now. And nothing in this world makes more sense to me than you being the one to break this curse. It could only have been you, Y/N, it’s always just been you.”

You spend the next several weeks arguing over which was your first kiss; the one you gave to spare his life, or the one he gave moments after that forever changed yours.

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ft: zig novak, frankie hollingsworth & esme song description: a playful night off turns into a huge shock for esme and frankie, adding another roadblock in her relationship with zig. date: april 5th location: the strip club

Esme It was still a surprise, albeit a pleasant one that Frankie had agreed to this outing, but Esme was satisfied enough not to spend another weekend home alone that she refused to acknowledge what a dumb idea it was in the first place. Truly, neither of them looked the ages inscribed on the ID's Esme had managed to get her hands on, but considering the amount of money the establishment stood to make, she wasn't worried. Deciding on one last layer of eyeliner to age herself, Esme was ready, holding Frankie's ID in front of her face. "When were you born and how do you spell your middle name?" She prompted, holding the fake away from her to make sure the records were memorized.

Frankie: Frankie was incredibly nervous about this idea, but Esme seemed excited. She wasn’t going to be the one to let her best friend down. Plus, maybe they would just be turned away at the door. She responded to the question, “M-A-R-G-A-R-E-T and I was born January 13, 1998.” She said with certainty, even if her stomach was flipping and flopping.

Esme nodded at each correct letter, hissing a happy yesss at the conclusion of the equally correct birthday. "Perfect, we're totally in," she announced, handing the card back to her. Turning to the mirror, she fluffed her tamed curls out and smoothed the hem of her dress, feeling herself. If she had to miss yet another weekend with Zig, Frankie was just as perfect company she'd need, and it wasn't as though she ever thought Zig would go with her somewhere like this. "Ready?"

Frankie: took back the ID and put it into her wallet. She still wasn't sure if this was the right idea, but if Esme was excited, there was no backing down. She was wearing the same outfit from Esme's rave party since she wasn't sure how to dress for a club like this. "I guess, I'm as ready as I'll ever be?"

Esme smiled, pleased by the timing. Nodding, she held out an arm for Frankie to accept, and soon they were en route, in line, and after a nervewrackingly long wait, inside the club. "It worked," she squealed beneath her breath once they were inside, ushering Frankie to a table up front. "A grade twelve from my old school told me about this place. I guess they have some hot new act that everyone is losing it over."

Zig had his gaze fixated on the mirror, checking out his physique to assure that everything was in place. His hands moved to adjust the decorative underwear he had recently bought— tight, sparkly, and barely enough to cover the essentials. Topped off with a fresh new pair of boots, he was quite proud of the look he chose for the night. While he only stumbled into the job by accident, he was glad to have found it now. At first, it was a bit awkward to be performing in such scanty clothing onstage in front of an audience, finding the act a little demeaning, to say the least. Now that he was more comfortable and used to the scene, it became much easier. He had even picked up a few new moves from the other guys at work. "Count! You're on in five!" The emcee called backstage, signaling that it was time for his shift to really start. He took in a deep breath, taking one last look in the mirror before standing at bay next to the stage. Peering out from behind, he took note of the decent sized crowd and hoped for a few good tippers tonight.

Frankie: followed Esme inside and joined her friend at the table. "A grade twelve came here?" She kept her voice hushed, hoping that none of the adults around would be suspect. "I wonder what the new act is like then-- I mean, we can't really compare to the old acts but..." Frankie took a shot glass off of a passing tray, knowing she could pay the tab at the end of the night. Anything to calm her nerves at this point. "What do you think he'll be like?"

Esme "Yeah, like the second she turned eighteen," she snickered, sliding into her seat. "Everyone at that school was too horny for their own good." Impressed by Frankie's initiative, Esme reached back to procure her own drink, setting it in front of herself. Scrolling through her phone, she recited the text she received. "Tall, dimples, abs, an ass that won't quit," she repeated, shrugging to Frankie. "So probably perfect," she surmised, her attention pulled towards the stage as the next act was announced.

Zig waited patiently for his cue, and finally, his introduction came. "Our next act coming to the stage is everyone's favorite newbie. He's young, he's hot, he's Russia's greatest love machine. Give it up for: The Count!" And with that, he strode across the stage and positioned himself in the spotlight, tuning out the crowd and beginning his routine. He practiced for quite some time in the mirror beforehand, and he could only pray that his hard work had paid off. It evidently did as the crowd responded with cheers and holler, flooding the stage with bills of varying value. In between his moves, he'd lean into the crowd for audience interaction, allowing a few to place their payment in the elastic of his bottoms. After the song ended, he almost felt proud of the positive reaction he got from those watching. He leaned down to collect any stray bills, and looked up once last time before exiting the stage— that's when he saw them. Two familiar faces were at the front row seats. No, it wasn't his newfound usuals that frequented his performances, but rather two of the last people he'd ever think to see there. Squinting to make out the familiar figures, his eyes widened as he locked eyes with them. For a moment, Zig was frozen in place, unsure of what to do besides collect the last of his bills and rush off the stage. How the hell was he supposed to explain his way out of this one?

Esme listened diligently, smirking at the eager description. "Russian, already my type," she teased, watching as the man stepped into place. It was amusing how much commotion he caused right off the bat, Esme sure that he must have been a fan favorite for some type based off of the reverie. "Well she was right about the ass..." She mused, craning for a better look before he turned around. It took no time for the blood to run cold, Esme's heart dropping to her feet once the male's identity was revealed, and she scrambled, all but throwing herself across the table to cover Frankie's eyes with her hand, sending the untouched shot glass to the ground, the shatter muffled by the music. "We have to go!" She screamed, her free hand grabbing at Frankie's arm to pull her from her chair, clearly horrified.

Frankie: didn't even get to see who it was past the ass. Her eyes were covered and her shot glass fell with Esme's, but at least she got to down it. "Esme! I have to see the dimples and abs! Please--" but she was already getting pulled away from the scene. "Esme, what was wrong with him? Is everything okay?"

Esme wished she had managed some of the liquid down before careening it to the floor, her heart pounding as they left the venue. "No, everything is absolutely, so ridiculously not okay," she answered, her eyes wide and the panic present in her voice. "We need to leave. Now." She demanded, her hand shaking as she requested the nearest Uber. "We just need to be... somewhere else. Anywhere else. This isn't real."

Zig began to pace around backstage, unsure of what his next move should be. He ran a finger through his damp hair and took another look at his lower region, mortified that both Esme and Frankie saw him like that. "You good? You don't look too hot, man," Another act commented as he passed by the newbie. "Y-yeah, I'm fine," He assured the other, clearly lying about his wellbeing. At the very least, he knew he couldn't leave things as they were, but at the same time, he had no desire to face them either. Nonetheless, he hurriedly threw on a pair of basketball shorts, a signature sleeveless shirt, and a pair of slides before walking out towards the floor. The lighting was a bit dim, but as he searched the venue, he couldn't find them anywhere. His next move was to look outside in hopes that he could catch them by the door. He ran outside, only to spot the two a moment later just as they were about to leave. "Wait, wait up!" He called out, managing to reach out and grab Esme's shoulder before they had a chance to make another move. "Wait," He repeated, breathless over his performance as well as his journey to get to them. "I—I'm sorry I didn't tell you." An apology was a start, he supposed. "I didn't... I couldn't tell you."

Esme It was bad enough, to say the absolute least, that she was witness herself to what had just transpired, but having to explain it away to Frankie was a different circle of hell all together, one she knew she would have to face when she heard the familiar voice calling after her. Her face skewed in anticipation, not even knowing what to say to Zig has he caught up with them. "Don't touch me,” she sighed, shaking the hand off of herself and keeping her back turned to him. " I wouldn't want to make anyone jealous, and obviously there are a lot of girls that would be." The comeback was weak, but she was still far too frazzled for creativity in the moment. "I guess dealing wasn't enough of a thrill."

Zig almost flinched at the harshness of her words, slowly pulling his hand away and worrying for the fate of the trust he had tried so hard to build with her. It was as if all of it came crashing down in a single moment. "You're not... it's not..." But he couldn't find the right words to say no matter how hard he tried. "I'm not doing this for the thrill," Though he would be lying if he said he didn't start enjoying himself a bit, "This job pays better than anything I've tried before. I'm not doing it because it's fun or exciting."

Esme told herself that no matter what, as long as she didn't cry, she'd make it through, but she was slowly losing that battle. "Right, the thrill is just a bonus." Zig was something she'd relied on for comfort as of late, so it was nothing short a struggle to flounder in need of being comforted from him now. "Ignoring how blatantly illegal it is, you lied to my face. Unless one of your costumes is a warehouse worker I guess."

Zig wasn't sure how to fix anything at this point, and feared that no combination of words would be able to reverse the damage that was already done. "I told you what I was doing was illegal, and since when do you even care about stuff like that?" Technically, he was being honest when he said that he'd never be able to work the hours and job he does if he didn't lie about his age, but that small sliver of honesty still didn't remedy the fact that he was hiding the bigger picture of it. "I'm sorry I lied. I didn't want anyone knowing I was doing this, especially you." While stripping wasn't necessarily something to be ashamed about, it wasn't a job that had much merit to it, and if his mother ever found out, she'd surely keel over and die on the spot. He had to keep it hidden for everyone's sake. It wasn't as if he planned on doing it for long, just enough to have a decent savings before trying to find a job he could truly be proud of. "But beyond the lying, all I'm really doing is dancing. It shouldn't be that big of a deal, right?"

Esme "It's completely different," she scoffed, her arms crossing over her chest. "There's a difference between lying for good cause and lying to hide something you realize you shouldn't be doing. Don't make this about me," she shook her head. "I care about being lied to, I don't know how else to word it for you." When things were directed to her, her sorrow shifted to anger. "You're taking your clothes off," she corrected dryly. "So what now, are you going to keep doing it?

Frankie: Frankie had frozen when Zig appeared, completely speechless. Why was he there? Then, as they argued, it started to all clicking together. Zig was one of the strippers. Zig was one of the strippers and Esme was rightfully pissed. She crossed her arms as Zig continued to explain, feeling uncomfortable that she had to be their witness. "It's honestly a pretty big deal that your underage junk is practically on display for a crowd... You know?" She really didn't want either of them directing anger towards her.

Esme cringed when Frankie finally spoke, partially from the guilt of making her their audience, and part from the too sensitive words. At least she wouldn't have to explain their hasty exit, she supposed. Glancing at her phone (and having yet to face Zig), she cursed the estimated arrival time. "Can we just walk?" She sighed, desperate for an out.

Frankie: looked at Esme concerned. Walk? It was a pretty far walk, but if she wanted out, "I mean, yeah." They could take a ride from somewhere else. New pickup point.

Zig ‘s eyes widened at the assertion, shaking his head vigorously. “What? No, I’m not getting naked for anyone. I’m literally just dancing up there... but with less clothes on.” Truthfully, it did cross his mind once or twice to start doing fully nude shows, as he knew they paid far better than what he was receiving now. The other acts were constantly telling how much better the money was doing fully nude shows, but he was almost positive that’d be considered cheating, and there was also the fact that he was underage. “I don’t know... would you not wanna be with me if I did? I’m really sorry I lied to you...”

Esme "Okay, you're taking MOST of your clothes off, my mistake!" She shouted, her hands flying up to emphasize her anger. "You had such a problem with Miles and I being friends over something that happened forever ago - sorry Frankie," she directed quickly before whipping around to finally meet his eyes. "But it's okay for you to get pawed at all night. How would you feel if I was up there?" Wringing her hands together to stay calm, she began to pace the few steps of the sidewalk. "I just - what am I supposed to do?"

Frankie: 's eyes went wide at the mention of her brother. That wasn't something she was ready for, but she could deal with that alone when she got home. "Zig, it is a bit of a double standard-- There are other ways to make money, you know. Ways that don't make your girlfriend upset?" She commented. "Es, if you want to walk, we need to start walking now... Before it gets too late?"

Zig 's own anger began to rise at the mention of Miles. "It's stripping not prostitution! You say 'something' as if you guys were playing card games together or whatever. No, you were fucking him. Repeatedly — sorry Frankie," He mimicked her lead, turning his head to face Frankie briefly before directing his attention back to Esme. It was a topic he wanted to avoid from now on, as it seemed as if he would never be able to get through to Esme on that, and it surely wasn't helping that Frankie had to chime in with her opinion as well. He couldn't blame her, as he was the one who messed up, but with both of them on his case at the same time, it became a bit frustrating to deal with. "I don't know. I never thought about it." The answer was most likely yes, of course he'd be upset if it was Esme up there, but being on the opposite end of the situation, he was beginning to realize that stripping was just like any other job— clock in, do your thing, get paid, and leave. "And she's not my girlfriend," He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest and sighing loudly. "I can't tell you what you're supposed to do," He paused for a brief moment, unsure of what Zig himself was meant to do either, "but Frankie's right. It's getting late, and I have to get back in there."

Esme rolled her eyes at the unnecessary distinction. "Lucky me, they only get to look," she droned sarcastically. The blatant statement towards Miles left her with a grimace, his sister mere feet away and certainly in earshot, and as much as she wanted to defend herself, she knew it was best to move on in her presence. "I'm not his girlfriend," she reminded at the same moment as he, though het tone wasn't quite as harsh. She had no reason not to believe he'd be heading back to the stage, but his hurry stung nonetheless. She pulled her clutch up to pop the clasp, fingering through the cash on hand and pulling out the first few. "Here's for the glass," she recited, forcing the first bill into his hands. "Here's for your breathtaking performance," adding another small stack. "Bill me for all of the freebies, I guess," she hissed, turning back to Frankie. "Uber is up the block, we can just meet him there."

Zig watched as the bills were shoved into his hands. He wanted to take care of everything there and now, but the stage called for him once more, and the manager of the club was bound to be on his case anyways for running out without giving notice. “I don’t want your damn money.” He let the money fall from his hands and onto the pavement before turning on his heels to finish off his shift. “I’m sorry.” Another apology — it seemed as if he was constantly apologizing to Esme, and it was growing to be quite tiresome no matter what the reason was. “But I don’t think I can stop. Not now, at least. I wish you guys didn’t have to find out this way but... yeah.” He was at a loss for words at that point, and was already aware that nothing he could say would fix this.

Esme could feel the tension in her body as he was beckoned back inside, knowing he wouldn't decline. She wasn't sure whether she expected him to accept the funds; they certainly weren't offered from the goodness of her heart, and his reaction wasn't as rude as she deserved, but bitter was what she knew. "Well then you'd better get back up there, Count. Lots more to be made." She ignored the last of his words, softly shaking her head and leaving him with a longing glance. "Come on, Frankie." There was no use trying to salvage the rest of the night, wordlessly walking in tandem until the girls had reached their ride, masking her humiliation the whole way back.

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Trick or Drink - Creepslayerzweek Day #1

@ihateblocks asked “ Yesss, how do you think things would turn out if Steve ends up dragging Eli to a Halloween party with him? And while they're having a good time, someone Spikes the Punch™ and when Eli drinks some, he gets drunk a while later so Steve has to walk him home? Drunk and funny shenanigans happen. “

I’m a loser who doesn’t know how to answer asks with a read more so I don’t have a wall of text. Thank you so much for the suggestion, I hope you enjoy this treat! I legit had thoughts about this exact scene so I was super ready to write this! :D

Rule number one of a house party, don’t go alone. Rule number two, don’t drink from an open cup. It was not that Steve did not trust his classmates and teammates. Most of them were great! These were just the rules taught to him by his once seniors, so forth and so on. He’d been behind the counter with Mary Wang, inspecting what wasn’t locked up. Whipped Vodka, Rumchatta, Fireball, and straight Vodka. Not a bad selection, Vodka was also easy to fill back up.

“As long as they don’t try to freeze it,” Steve laughed. Before ghost-hunting and creep-catching with Elijah, time was spent with his sports team. He smoked. He drank. Nothing great, just a way to keep from being miserable. Drinking and smoking weren’t bad, in controlled proportions. No driving, the seniors said. If you need to puke, do it before bed. Eat a lot of bread. More rules to remember.

“Oh shit, Mary.” Steve, one beer in, jumped back from the witches’ brew bowl of punch. The treat had been a pure-Halloween treat, fruit punch, sherbet, gummy worms, and jolly ranchers. Mary’s pointed flick of her wrists added a trick—vodka and fireball. A real way to warm this party up. “You’re nasty, that’s gross.” Mary poured him a cup brimming to the rim, rolling her eyes, “go on. Try it Palchuk.”

His lips curled into a grin, not bad. A strange mix of flavors and the cinnamon tickled his tongue. “You’ll get away with it this time,” He warned.

“Yeah, now, tight jeans Hank is here. So. I gotta go.” It worked out for the best, his pocket buzzed.

‘Can you come back…?’

Dating was hard. Steve and Eli were open about their relationship, it only took a year. He told the team he’d be coming to the party with his boyfriend. The guys thought he was joking, an early Halloween prank. There was joking, teasing, and only one punch before Steve thought going together would be okay. Eli had never been to a party. Steve was dividing his time between him and socializing. He tried having Elijah tag along. He only looked more miserable and settled for waiting by the back door away from the heart of the party. For the Mole’s it was a tradition to wear togas as a team to the Halloween party. Only seniors were allowed to dawn burgundy sashes and Laurel wreathes. A bronze belt buckle held the fabric together, their team number etched into the piece. Handed down, senior to senior. Just the buckle and sash, it was up to you to find your own bedsheet. Steve gagged at the thought of a used one, the possibilities done on the fabric (much of which where in his own plans).

‘I’m on the first floor, against the wall, by the sliding door.’

Exactly where Steve had left him. Claire was supposed to keep him company! She had other things in mind, sitting in Jim’s lap, talking Aja’s ear off. He raised his glass as he passed. Lake still wasn’t his favorite; Steve and Claire still went to Papaskullz concerts together. It was nice to piss Jim off, though Eli and Claire were rubbing off on him. Lake wasn’t completely-entirely-the pits.

The crowd parted for Steve. White toga, burgundy sash. If that weren’t enough he was Steve Palchuk. He did not shimmy his shoulders or say excuse me once. “Hey Pep,” Steve’s shoulders fell an inch. Maybe it was the beer in him or he didn’t care who saw. He leaned over and kissed his cheek. It was only their second kiss in public. How could he not? Elijah’s outfit was perfect. Grey sweat pants, grey hoodie with a felted pink belly and tail, with matching pink Chucks. His nose painted black with whiskers. Morons called him a cat, “Such a cute kitty.” Steve kissed his neck.

“You have no idea. C’mon, I’m Pepperjack. I’m obviously a mouse!”

Steve knew, if only Eli wasn’t so cute when he pouted.

“Thanks for coming back,” Elijah clasped their hands together. Parties weren’t his thing. He’d much rather spend Halloween in an abandoned building. Because that was relaxing?

“Thanks for coming.” Steve thanked him twice earlier, seeing Elijah rub his arms and pick at his hoodie made him say it again. He appreciated Eli letting him keep with tradition and being together.

“Oh? Is that for me,” Elijah took the red cup and shook his head. He was nearing his limit, drink the punch quick and go home.

“Oh-oh…Okay you just drank that all. Okay. Cool.” Elijah handed the empty cup back to Steve, he tipped it over, honestly impressed. Maybe, hopefully, there wasn’t that much alcohol.

The first giggle was cute. Typical. Welcomed.

The second and third three-minute-long giggle fests were a bit of a concern. Steve grinned, sitting cross legged with Elijah practically sitting on him. Their knees overlapped. Elijah spoke with his hands, his words slurring, the motions sort of made up for it. “Uh-huh,” Steve prodded him on. Took only ten minutes for the booze to kick in and Eli was on fire.

“And-And he called me a cat! Can you believe that?”

“No shit?”

“No.”

He was Toby, Steve heard this story twice already. It ended with Toby groaning that Elijah called him a shadow (on purpose), Toby was a ninja.

“And-and….”

“And?” Steve took Eli’s hand now that it wasn’t swinging around.

Elijah’s lips slipped into a lazy smile, “I wanna kiss you.” Steve didn’t complain when Elijah leaned over, “Oh-shit, Pep.” He caught Eli by the shoulder. He wouldn’t have fell far, but him falling at all was a bit of concern. He wasn’t embarrassed, smiling still. That definitely wasn’t normal.

“Alright. Hey. You sit right here, babe. I’m going to tell the guys I’m ducking out.” He’d be gone two minutes at most. Turns out chanting, grunting, and a quasi-pep rallying took about fifteen. Eli was not in the state left in either. His laughing louder, his head rolling to one side and then the other. Beside him, Colby, with an empty red solo cup.

“Fuck. You didn’t give him that?”

“Yeah. ‘Sup?”

“It’s spiked.” Steve’s arm snaked around Elijah’s waist, securing him to his side. Not that he needed to, Elijah melted into him like a stick of butter.

“Well that explains why it didn’t taste like shit anymore,” he grinned with a snicker. “You got him, dude?”

“Yeah. So…What the heck are you supposed to be?” Steve didn’t get it ‘Doo-doo-do-doo-dee-doo’ Really? Was he wearing a shirt about shit?

“You are such uneducated garbage.” Colby pressed his hand to Elijah’s cheek, “Hey you? Yeah, you with the grin. Tell your boyfriend you want an X-Files marathon.”

“Ohmygod. Steve? Are we going to go watch Scully and Mulder?’ Eli popped up and bopped his head on Colby’s chin. Gladly, Steve took his turn to snicker.

“Uhh, yeah babe, totally!” He’d been worried Elijah would turn into a disagreeable drunk, being that he was so complacent normally. His arm jerked forward, his chest lurching forward in a sudden thrust.

“Later Colby.”

“Later Palchuk.”

Elijah weaved and got stuck, their arms going taut until Steve closed the spaces between them. The crowd parted. Eli didn’t slow down until outside, “ahh~” He breathed, arms out stretched. His body tilted back, caught by Steve’s hands.

“C’mon.”

“Heh. ‘Kay.” Elijah bounced and Steve kept up the pace. They’d have four blocks to walk, no time to sober up, and Steve hadn’t heard from his mom what time she and coach would be getting back. At least, they had already gotten permission to stay the night over at Steve’s. He had never intending on letting Elijah drink, but he didn’t want to be caught dead with an ounce of intoxication on the Pepperjack premises.

“Steve!”

Saved by the Pep.

“Hm?” His arm sidled around Elijah’s waist, keeping their pace and the other upright.

“It’s our anniversary.”

“Uh, that was last week Pep.” When he officially came out of the closet, dating in secret was eating away at Elijah and if he was being honest, himself.

“Nono! Not that anniversary. Pssh. Old news. Who’s counting?”

Steve knew, Eli was, he planned a whole date week for the two of them. “What am I forgetting?”

“The first time we saw a ghost together.”

“Ah yes, Casper. Our Cupid.” He was being sarcastic, it’d be funny if it wasn’t ironic.

“I. LOVE. STEVE!” Elijah yelled without hesitation. Steve’s hands quickly covered in slobber, brushing against Elijah’s mouth as he laughed, having zero luck in keeping him quiet.

“Sh-shshh,” He wasn’t convincing, still snickering, blushing. This was supposed to be a big moment! Elijah just SCREAMED the L-word! Elijah wiggled and squirmed out from under his hand. “He’s my boyfriend!” Elijah laughed again, screaming at still hopeful trick-or-treaters. Steve hugged him to his chest, walking Elijah backwards. His body warm against his, growing warmer with every laugh.

“Leslie, if you don’t cool it…”

“Leslie!” Elijah bellowed, his attempts to jump back foiled by Steve’s hug to his chest. “Leslie. Yeah. That’s me. You’re dating LESLIE.”

“I’m dating a drunk shit.” Steve mouthed against his lips, hoping to offer some distraction. They were getting close; his fucking luck Ms. Pepperjack would be rounding the corner.

“Hey,” Eli whispered, the kiss taking effect.

“Yeah?”

“Can I wear your flower?”

“It’s a Laurel.” Steve corrected, Elijah was drunk he’d never have another chance to one up him.

“Yeah.”

Steve plucked the leaf wreath from his head and plopped it onto Elijah’s. His eyes lit up, wide and hazy, but elated. Steve stroked his cheek, shivering at the wind on his bare arms. They were close, he could stand it for the moment. The cold was good to sober Eli up anyhow.

“After I get you some water and you’re a little less tipsy, can you tell me that again?”

Eli leaned back, grinning as Steve used one arm to pull him back again. “What?” He asked, cheeks rosy from the cold, the alcohol, the possibilities to be had on the sheets.

“That you love me.” Steve kissed him softly, he wouldn’t get to do more until Elijah sobered up. But not kissing was impossible. Not when he was thinking about what Elijah saying those words could mean.

“If you say you love me back.”

“Nah.”

“What?!” Elijah gawked.

“Trick-or-treat.”

“You buttsnack!”

Steve snickered.

“Steve! C’monnn” Elijah grabbed his shoulders, attempting to shake him but succeed in only moving himself. “The good candy. Not the cheap stuff, no tootsie roll equivalent like ‘you too’.”

He had intending on saying it when both of them were sober. Drunk Eli however, had demands. Who was he to deny them?

“I love you, Pepper.”

“Whoa…That was like…King size candy.”

“Well. I am Steve Palchuk. Spring Fling King, two years running. And you, my little mouse,” Steve nuzzled his head into Elijah’s neck, eliciting another eruption of giggles. “Are the love of my life. And if you sober up, maybe we can go ghost hunt.”

No words could have been sweeter.

“I love you, Steve.”

Except those four exactly.

#creepslayerzweek #creepslayerz #trollhunters #manawrites #elijah pepperjack #steve palchuk #this is my first time writing a ficlet for a request #i really hope its okay and that you enjoy it!!!!#legit thank you so much for asking

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221bshrlocked · 6 years

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Your ask box is gonna be full Of panties and screams for Seb!

Once again I lost the ask for the archaeologist Seb one but you know who you are who requested this so I hope you enjoy it :) NSFW gifs under cut…this came out longer than expected btw.

He was being an asshole. He knew he was. But he also knew that he couldn’t show any signs of preferences towards the TAs. It’s not like any of them worked under him to begin with or needed to be on his good side to get a job. On the contrary, none of them ever even took his courses before. But he was replaced last minute as the linguistics pro on the dig team. So in reality, he didn’t even have the right to criticize your work.

But he just couldn’t stop himself. He wanted to see that blush going down your neck so often and sure as hell wasn’t about to compliment you to see it. Whatever he could do just so he doesn’t stare at your sweaty skin for too long. God damn every time you were in one of the dig holes, he’d see you moving so eloquently around and making sure everything was perfect and it was such a weird turn on. The way you ordered the less experienced students around or helped them with something they were about to royally fuck up.

The things he’d do to have you moaning beneath him. He thought for a split second you were interested as well, the way you licked your lips whenever he blurted out those stupid ‘fun facts,’ but there was no way. And then there was the shameless checking out when he lifted the tools and set them in the cars. He’d hate to admit it but he always put on a show whenever you were around, choosing to do extra work just to show off. It was so stupid though because you wouldn’t look at him while there were guys your age here. Right?

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard you laughing and joking around with another TA, beer in one hand and books on the floor while you kept on fanning yourself.

“It’s a bull hunt not a fucking war with the goats Matt!” You recorded some more stuff before smiling at something he said. “Oh you can’t possibly believe that do you.”

“All I’m saying is, he’s just comparing himself with the ‘victorious bull’…doin the nasty business with the great royal wife. I’m telling you, there are some inuendoes in there.”

“Okay first of all, no. Just no. The Bull Hunt Scarab of Amenhotep III has nothing to do with whatever the fuck you’re saying alright. Now, if you really want to read some sexy stuff, check out the letters with the Hittites. Oh man, I ship those kings so hard.” He splashed water on you and you started laughing again, eyes falling on Sebastian and suddenly losing your train of thoughts because the things this man could do to you just from giving you the death stare.

“What’re we talking about?” He came and sat down opposite of you, making Matt straighten up and snort before he shook his head.

“I was just telling Y/N over here that the Egyptians liked to hide some personal things in their stelas.”

“It’s a scarab not a stela.” You corrected him, not wanting to look up or say anything else because of course Sebastian was going to tell you that you’re wrong.

“The one from his 2nd regnal year?” He kept on looking at you writing stuff down, his eyes following the sweat dripping between your cleavage.

“Yeah. I was just telling him that Queen Tiye’s name appears in many inscriptions like this one because she was deified.”

“Well, she was deified later in Upper Nubia but not during the time this scarab was made so I wouldn’t say that.” He chuckled, blinking and looking away when you gave him that look.

“She was the most influential woman during his reign…is that a better reason?” You couldn’t help but slap back at him, the heat going straight to your head. “I- well I was just saying…” Sebastian stuttered, making you mentally pat yourself on the back.

“But yes you are right. It’s for that reason that he called her-”

“bi3it.” You cut him off again, finishing your beer before standing up and excusing yourself.

“What does that mean?” Matt wasn’t following along to any of what just transpired. He did, however, notice the way Sebastian looked at you when you walked back into the house.

“Marvel.”

“You know-” Matt was about to say something when he held up his hands as soon as Sebastian gave him the ‘shut the fuck up’ look he gave the other new students when they didn’t know what the hell was going on.

“Good night professor.” Matt grabbed the rest of the drinks and walked away, leaving Sebastian meditating by himself in front of the fire. He really should apologize he thought to himself. But how? Another few minutes passed before he decided he’ll just do it now before he chickened out.

Putting out the fire, he said goodnight to the workers and told them to take care of the rest of the drinks before walking to your room nervously.

You had the entire third floor to yourself, the other TA’s choosing the second floor where the rooms connected. Sebastian made sure to stay quiet, not wanting to alert anyone at such a late hour. He was about to knock on your door when he heard sighs coming through, his mind frantically thinking of so many scenarios.

Was he too late? Did he misunderstand your conversation earlier and you were actually flirting with Matt? Were you and him a thing? Fuck what if he was in there right now?

He kicked himself and was about to walk away when he heard it. It was so breathy and low but he was sure he heard his name. Pushing the door open just a little, he stopped breathing as soon as he saw what you were doing.

“Yes…yes oh shit Sebastian right there. Want you so bad- ‘m so wet please…please.” Your hands were rubbing furiously through your panties, fingers pinching and rolling your nipples before you moaned his name over and over again. “Got me so wet professor…I want your cock Sebastian…want you to shove that thick, hard cock in my mouth…in oh fuck yess…m-my pussy…any- ahh oh god yesss yes- anywhere you want.”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You were pleasuring yourself to the thought of him using you. Pleasuring you. Fingering you. Fucking you.

Sebastian’s eyes widened when you rolled over and cried into the covers, almost screaming his name as soon as your fingers punished your clit.

He was so lost into watching you he didn’t notice when you’ve already come and arched your back before you pulled your hands away. But then you kept on grinding against the mattress, wanting a second release and praying his name.

Sebastian couldn’t take it anymore, walking in and making his presence known. As soon as you heard him clearing his throat, you rolled over and sat up, grabbing the covers and throwing them over your chest before your breathing picked up.

“Tsk tsk tsk…I didn’t tell you to do that sweetheart.” He locked the door and approached you slowly, eyes lingering on your still wet fingers before he kneeled in front of the bed. He knew you probably wanted the earth to swallow you at this moment but the refused to pass up an opportunity on teasing you.

“It’s so difficult sometimes…being your professor. Oh wait- I’m not.” He spread your thighs open, fingers inching slowly down your knees before he winked at you. “Which means…I can do this.” Leaning forward, he took your lips in a dizzying kiss, tongue licking and teeth biting at your skin. You so willingly opened your mouth to him, moaning and dropping the covers to pull him by his neck. Within seconds, he was on top of you, hands roaming your body and making you more hot and bothered.

“Do you have any idea how much I thought of pushing the back of your head and your mouth on my cock? Fuck baby girl…and your nose touching my groin.” You couldn’t believe your ears. Here was the man that acted all professional and quiet, whispering the filthiest things to you and cupping your boobs. He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, harshly sucking before letting go and licked a stripe between the valley of your breasts.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you? Sliding my cock out of your mouth? Seeing my cock hard and glistening with your spit…answer me!” Sebastian pulled on your hair, a quick ‘yes sir’ escaping your lips before you thought about it.

“Hmm…good.” He pushed off of you, hands trailing down to your panties before taking them off and shoving them in his pocket. Laying down next to you, he kissed you again before shoving two fingers in your mouth and reclaiming your lips after. Too busy thinking of how amazing of a kisser he was, you didn’t notice his fingers massaging your thighs before attacking your clit again. He had you crying his name within seconds, already sensitive from before.

“God baby you’d take my cock so well too…I just know it. The way you lick your lips when you look at me. It fucking turns me on so much when you walk around in those shorts and tank tops. Making me hard in front of all those students. You enjoy your little teasing don’t you love?”

“Right there Seb ple- oh fuck yes please I’m so close so so close-”

“You’re making me so hard right now Y/N. Feel what you do to me.” He pushed his crotch into your hands, moaning your name when you palmed him through his jeans. “So beautiful Y/N. You ready for my cock? I’ve wanted to feel this pretty little pussy for so long baby you have no idea…fuck you like I own you.” He kissed you again, this time more aggressively than before, like he was a parched man and you were an oasis in the middle of the desert. You felt his hands squeezing your neck before he completely pulled away and started stripping. You kept on playing with yourself, watching him taking his clothes off and suddenly feeling self-conscious because damn he was built like a god.

“I’m gonna make you feel real good Y/N…” As soon as he stepped out of his pants, he gipped your thighs and pushed them wide open, rubbing his hard cock on your wet slit before pushing in agonizingly slowly.

“You want this so bad don’t you? You want it as much as I do…you gonna let me fuck you hard baby girl…shit you’re tight- no-” Sebastian felt one of your thighs shutting slowly, smacking one of them and making you shiver from the contact/ “Keep those legs open…ahhhh fuck yes yes baby.” He drove his cock right into you, hips slamming and making the filthiest sound when they met your ass.

“Oh yeahh….r-right there Seb..you’re so hard for me sir!” You laid your hands on his, holding tightly onto them as he squeezed your hips and dragged you down the bed. He filled you over and over again, the sounds of skin slapping on skin along with your moans the only thing he wanted to hear. “Ohhh fuck- your pussy feels so fucking good on my cock.”

Your legs circling around his waist, heels digging into his ass and pulling him further into you.

He couldn’t get the sight of you rolling beneath him out of his mind, still not believing this was real. You threw your head back, hands scratching his head when he leaned down and bit your nipples. He slid in and out, his groin rubbing your clit and before you knew it, you were coming on his cock, pussy clenching and gripping him so tightly he was sure he was going to die.

Sebastian managed to pull out just in time, about to pump his cock when you smacked his hands away and pushed him to lie on his back, getting on your stomach before sucking on the tip of his cock and massaging his balls. He shut his eyes and bucked his hips, coming down your throat and enjoying the feeling of your silky tongue rolling around the tip before he pushed you away.

You both laid there panting, limbs tangled and chests heaving for a good while before he stood up and walked to the bathroom. For a second, you thought he was about to leave. But then he came back with a washcloth and dabbed your skin, smiling when you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Would you look at that, he can actually smile.” You joked, giggling when he shook his head and threw the washcloth on the floor. “Only for you sweetheart. Only for you.”

#sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x reader smut #sebastian stan #sebastan #that haircut #that haircut masterlist #archaeologist!au

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sachertortes · 6 years

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Eeeee! For your prompts would you be up for a Logan(Wolverine)/Darcy Awkward meetings #5?

Yes!! For the incredibly lovely and patient @ragwitch, for whom this prompt fill is reallly late. I changed some things from the prompt but I hope you enjoy it anyways :)

Prompt: Awkward Meeting Themed, #5, ““I met you last night when you were drunkenly patting my dog in my backyard at 3 in the morning and when i asked you what the hell you were doing you slurred something about dogs being great and then you threw up on my feet and then fifteen minutes later you were passed out on my couch so that’s why you’re here right now also what the fuck is your name and why were you patting a dog in a stranger’s backyard in the middle of the night.”

Pairing: Logan x Darcy

Rating: T, for language.

He wakes to the tinkling sounds of the dog’s collar, to his happy snuffles. This wouldn’t be unusual, but the sound is coming from outside and he knows the old mutt doesn’t leave his warm pillow by the couch for anything but food and walks. The doggie door was installed as a precaution really, and he’d never even seen him use it. Until now.

Logan is up like a shot from the bed, shoving his feet into boots, and he extends his claws for good measure. He creeps, as slowly as he can, into the kitchen and looks out the sliding glass door.

There’s a girl in the backyard.

She’s…playing with the dog?

She’s a dark bundle of puffy parka and darker hair as she reaches into the mutt’s fur and pets him.

“Aren’t you a handsome, handsome pupper! You’re so great and cute and sweet!” she croons, and the damned dog just takes it ecstatically, his snout pointed towards the sky exposing his neck for more scratchings.

“What the fuck,” he says to himself, blinking a few times to make sure he’s not still dreaming.

The digital clock above the stove reads 3:14am and he has no idea what the hell’s going on.

He sheathes his claws – judging by her complete lack of self-preservation (a parka and jeans for a night in the mountains, playing with some random dog), she is definitely a civilian.

The mutt knocks her over in his exuberance and she laughs uproariously, pulling the dog down with her.

He slides open the door and glares at the intruder.

“Who the hell are you?”

She weakly pushes his dog away and shoves herself upward with what looks like great effort.

“Darcy Lewis,” she answers, slightly unsteady on her feet. “Whoa…Heyyy, muscles…” she reaches over with her index finger, poised to poke his bicep.

He steps away, giving her a speculative look.

“You on somethin’, lady?”

“Rummmm!” the girl declares, lips stretched wide into a smile. “Mon Capitan Mooorgann!”

“Jesus Christ.”

“We’re camping for Janey’s pre-wedding shenanigans,” she explains, tripping and slurring over the last word. “Can you b’lieve?! Camping?! I tol’ her we should get Avengers themed strippers but she said no.” Darcy pouts, plump bottom lip jutting out. “Wanna see Fury in a thong!” she giggles, and he nearly chokes on his own tongue.

“We’d better get inside, it’s cold as fuck out here.”

“M’fine! I’ll just go back to camp, sorry ‘bout wakin’ you, Sir Beardly Man.”

“It’s Logan. And you’re not going anywhere like this. You’ll get lost and die of hypothermia before anythin’ else.”

“Hey! I can make it back! I’m a stong, independent, woman who don’t need no – uh-oh.”

And then she vomits. Right on his shoes.

Then there’s a horrible lurching sound he realizes is coming from her, and she’s on her hands and knees on the pine needle covered ground and she’s puking again, just a millisecond after he manages to step away.

Not that the damage isn’t already done.

He looks down at his ruined boots. “Fuck.” He grimaces.

“Fuck,” Darcy repeats, voice croaky. “I’m so sorry, I – “

“Just - just get in the house alright?”

She takes his proffered hand and with some effort, ends up upright again.

“Sure you don’t have a lady or gentleman friend in there who’d be mad at me?”

“What? No.”

“You sure? A big, brawny manly man like you?”

He leads the way, toeing off his boots outside the kitchen doors.

“Not for a long time,” he mumbles under his breath. To his horror, she hears it.

“Oh no!” she giggles, huge blue eyes slightly unfocused as she peers at him. “A dry spell, huh?” She stage-whispers, “Or…don’t tell me you’re a vir - a virge – “ Her brows furrow. “A Virginian?!”

He’s unable to help his burst of laughter. “I’m not a Virginian.”

She nods. “Okay. Oh, hey, is your buddy coming in?”

Logan lets out a short, high whistle and a ball of shaggy brown-black fur trots in after them.

Darcy smiles. “What’s your dog’s name?”

“Dog.”

She peers at him disgustedly. “You named your dog, Dog. Not even Spot, but Dog?” she asks.

He shrugs and begins leading her to the bedroom.

She uses his bathroom (“There’s ibuprofen in the medicine cabinet!” he calls through the door) and he gets an extra blanket, then lays it at the foot of the bed.

“Gets cold up here at night. Or early morning,” he tells her gruffly, when she ambles into the bedroom.

Dog pads in after him and sits by the door, tongue lolling out while he watches them.

Darcy sits on the bed and begins to toe off her boots and take off her parka. Underneath, she’s all soft mossy-green sweater and even softer curves. He looks away and begins to fuss at Dog.

“Alright, Lumberjack McScruff, tuck me in.” She wiggles expectantly under the cover.

He swallows.

“Ain’t tuckin’ you in,” he rumbles, and adjusts the plaid blanket at the foot of the bed so it’s covering her feet.

“Thanks, guy,” she says, already halfway to sleep.

He grunts and runs a hand through his hair.

Darcy pats the spot next to her in bed. “C’mere, buddy,” she says in a lilting, sweet voice and something in him clenches.

“He’s not allowed on the furn – “

But it’s too late, because Dog sees his chance and happily bounds up on the bed and stretches himself alongside the girl. If he’s not mistaken, when the mutt cranes his head to stare back at him it’s with two big, brown, smug eyes.

He scowls. “Fine. I’ll be on the couch if you need anything.” He turns to leave and thinks of one other thing. “Remember. Bathroom’s across the hall, please don’t puke on my bed.”

Darcy’s groan is muffled by blankets and dog fur from where they’re burrowing in next to each other. “I said I was sorry!”

He wakes up with the sun.

He pads to the kitchen sets up the old Mr. Coffee (“Yesss,” Darcy says when she wakes and sees what he’s made. “You’re a god among men.” And he raises a brow because no one can really think that, can they?). He sticks some frozen waffles that he forgot he had into the toaster.

They’re halfway through their meal when he looks at her, suddenly alarmed.

“When you were… “

“White girl wasted?” she finishes for him, stuffing an obscene portion of waffle and syrup and butter into her mouth.

He coughs. “Drunk. Did you happen to tell people where you were headed? ‘Cause…”

“Oh shit!” Darcy exclaims, and Dog, who’s back on his trusty pillow twitches his ears. She pulls out her phone. In a minute, she’s on the line with a woman who immediately screeches out a series of indecipherable exclamations.

“Nooo, Helen, no pterodactyl noises,” Darcy whimpers, and brings her free hand to rub at her temple. “My brain is trying to chisel its way out of my skull.”

They talk for a bit and then -

“I’m here with…Luke? I think?”

“Logan,” he corrects, taking orange juice out of the fridge and pouring himself a glass.

She pauses and turns to give him a very…thorough once-over, then her eyes round.

“Uhh. I’m pretty sure I’m here in a cabin with freaking Wolverine,” she intones into the phone and he nearly drops his glass onto the floor.

The woman on the phone chatters back excitedly and Darcy taps her foot. When she can get a word in, he gives Darcy directions (he’s not even a blip on a GPS) then she relays it to Helen.

“They haven’t left camp yet, so they’ll be here in ten,” Darcy says, tapping her phone off and taking a hearty gulp of the coffee.

“No problem.” He drinks his orange juice and licks the corner of his lip. “…Kinda nice talkin’ to another human, actually.”

“Yeah? You ever come back to join civilization every once in a while?”

“Nah.”

“You sure? Because I know where all the fun bars are and I’m pretty sure there a hot dude under that dead thing clinging to your face.”

“What’s wrong with my face?” He crosses his arms over his chest, and glowers.

She smirks at him, not at all affected.

“Absolutely nothing,” she replies, words dripping sweetness and he has to remind himself that he should bring the glass to his lips.

Eventually, the crunch of tires on dirt and gravel interrupt them.

Two sharp honks sound outside, and Darcy winces. “Helen, I’mma kill you,” she gripes, and zips up her parka.

Darcy then turns to him with two big luminous eyes and a wickedly sharp smile.

She takes a random piece of paper from her pocket and hurriedly scribbles something onto it.

“My number,” she tells him, pinning him with a look from under her long lashes that makes the skin on his arms tingle. “In case you need ideas for new dog names.”

He nods once, brusquely, and takes the slip of paper from her. He shoves it into his back pocket without even looking at it.

“Darcy! Come on!” the lady in the car calls out. “We’re gonna be late for Spa Day!”

Darcy leaves.

He goes back to his life for a while; takes Dog out for walks, makes dinner for one. Studiously ignores any communications from Xavier.

It’s two weeks later, and Logan is staring at himself in the slightly streaky mirror above his pedestal sink. The bare bulb flickers.

He angles his head to the side, takes a pair of small scissors and begins trimming.

She picks up after two rings.

Logan doesn’t even bother with a greeting. “Spot,” he begins, “is clichéd as hell.”

Darcy Lewis doesn’t miss a beat and he can hear the smile in her voice when she responds.

“How about Rex, then?”

“That’s okay.” He pauses, runs a hand over his newly shorn beard. “Was thinkin’ Captain Morgan, though.”

Her answering warm laughter alights sparks all the way up his spine.

#logan x darcy #clawshock #darcy lewis #darcyland #clawshock fic #prompt fill #sachertortes fic

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our broken white rose ⇾ camren

a/n: hi guys…!!! i suck, I fuckin know. i haven’t updated since august and truly honestly, i have no excuse other than life happened and shit hit the fan. i kinda wanna explain so y'all know even tho most of you probably don’t give a fuck honestly. ok sooo for starters as some of you may know or knew but forgot, i have a fiancée and we were trying to get pregnant and have a kid awhile ago and she did successfully get pregnant and well… things have been hectic. looks like we’re expecting double the trouble. twin girls lol. um, idk it took me awhile to wrap my head around it. i kinda envisioned parenthood at one at a time even tho the possibility of multiple is there, i never thought it’d go down in my life. but i guess this is god’s plan for me and i’m gonna love those two girls with all my heart.

college has truly been kicking my ass, on top of my moody, grumpy and randomly sad as fuck fiancée, but i’m getting by. currently on winter break so i decided i’d finally sit down and update. my fiancée went out to south jersey to visit her parents and i’m here in north jersey with the house finally to myself. maybe i can make a mess without getting yelled at by her now fhdjdjdkd lol. anyways, that’s basically the gist of what’s been going on. college wants me dead, my fiancée is carry two fetuses inside her and her due date is approaching dangerously fast. lmao. don’t you live life? smh.

anyways, the last thing i wanna share with y'all before i start the story is, I HAVE A NEW BOOK THAT IM ACTUALLY GONNA BE COMMITTED TO COMING OUT RIGHT ATTER I PUBLISH THIS CHAPTER! its called ‘one night stand’ and yesss, it has smut. so please go check it out after this. i have some really cool ideas for it but i need feedback on whether i should waste my time continuing or not. for my tumblr readers, its most likely up on my wattpad as you read this so go follow it @ wthbello and add the book to your library. please comment and vote. with that being said, i hope you enjoy the story. make sure to read end of the chapter questions and answer them. thanks so much, enjoy my usual angst filed, depressing ass stories!

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“She what?” Both Camila and Lauren shouted in unison as they slowly but frantically followed after Lucy.

Lucy walked at a jagged pace desperately attempting to reach her rental as she explained. “She was granted parol and was released today. Janelle asked me to come see her today, you know, figure out a way to get her out. She was going on and on about how Lola had a plan to go and get your kids. Dustin, Lana and Luna. So I tracked you down to warn you,” she explained in a rushed tone as they finally reached her rented Mazda.

Camila eyes Lucy in suspicious, still anxious being around her after everything. “How did you even get out?” She asked before her eyes enlarged as realization struck. She looked at Lauren in panic. “T-The kids. They’re with Normani, she just took Dustin not too long ago,” Camila had completely forgotten all about Ariana. I’ll text her later, she thought distractedly as her two daughters and infant son came to mind.

Lucy stopped at the vehicle taking a deep breath. She looked them dead in the eye as she pulled the drivers side handle open. “I’ve been out for two months Camila,” the last thing on her mind was explaining her reasoning. She didn’t want to talk about. She didn’t feel she needed to talk about it. She just wanted to forget. Lucy climbed in the all black car, leaving her door open as she peered up at the two mother’s before her. “As for Normani, Tori’s got it,” Lucy smirked. “Now get the fuck in the car.”

Lauren spoke up for the first time in awhile, “What the hell is going on Lucia?” Her hands shook as she gazed down at the woman. So much built up anger and hatred yet confusion and hurt bubbled within her as she stared the woman down.

Lucy’s smirk soon fell as regret and sorrow filled her eyes. “I was terrible… to both of you. I fucked up so much in the last and this is my chance to fix it. Please. Trust me.”

Maybe a couple years ago, Lauren would jump at the thought of trusting Lucy. How couldn’t she? She’d never lie to her, correct? Wrong. For years, she was lied to and fooled to believe the love of her life, the mother of her children, was gone. And Lucy was an accomplice. She didn’t think she could ever trust the woman again. But something about the look in Lucy’s eyes seemed to draw her in. She wasn’t sure how she was feeling, but right now she knew her safety, Camila’s safety and hers were in severe danger with that crazy bat out.

Camila and Lauren both looked at each other before sharing a small, risky mutual agreement. Lauren rounded the vehicle and got in the passenger seat as Camila went into the back, sitting in the middle so she could peer at the two women in front of her.

“Where to?” Camila asked.

Lucy turned to look at the woman in the backseat, a small smirk playing on her lips. “Yakutat Alaska.”

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“It feels so gross being back her,” Camila mumbled, hugging her arms loosely around herself as Lauren draped her own arm over her shoulder. She still didn’t know how she felt about her relationship with Lauren. The sudden proposal still replayed in her head but she didn’t have time to think about that right now. Her mind wondered as she thought about the safety of her kids and the weariness of Lola being out of prison… again. Her life just seemed to be a never ending pile of destruction and she just wanted to run away… like Lauren said. Her eyebrows furrowed as she turned to look at the woman next to her. She went to open her mouth and question her before shaking her head and deciding to keep it shut until later on.

“Tell me about it,” Lucy mumbled as she locked the doors of the rental car.

Lauren huffed softly, her grip on Camila tightening. “So are you gonna explain why we’re here?”

Lucy nodded distractedly as she smacked her lips and nodded off towards her right as they began walking towards a group of buildings. “Janelle told me that Lola was granted parole in Yakutat because this initially is where the crime took place which I think is complete bullshit because the original crime was when she falsified your murder in Florida. Yakutat is a small town, but so easy to escape. Lola can redo everything she’s ever planned. She can hire or even threaten her way around here and start up her ridiculous revenge plot. We need to end it before it starts.”

The brown eyed woman furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she released herself from Lauren’s hold and quickened her pace to walk beside Lucy as she began questioning. “End it how?” She asked in bewilderment. “Its Lola. She’ll just kill me for good now. You brought me all the way here just so she could do that, right? You’ve been working with her all along. You know I’m a moth-”

Lucy stopped abruptly, reaching out to grab Camila’s wrist in a forceful hold. The woman went to scream before her eyes landed on Lucy’s soft ones. Lucy slowly released Camila, running a distressed hand through her hair before turning to look at Lauren. “I’ve fucked up in the past. So much. I lost the love of my life, I watched as she hurt over someone who was still here, I watched as she raised two amazing independent girls on her own all while trying to manage her own internal heartbreak,” Lucy paused, staring deeply into Lauren’s pale green eyes. “I’ll do anything to amend my wrongs. I’m never going back to the way I use to be. I don’t want to, and I won’t allow myself to. I’m stronger, I’m better and my head is finally going down the right path,” she sighed shakily before turning back to Camila. “The last thing I want is to see get hurt again. I watched on the sidelines for too many goddamn years. I’m gonna make it right this time. Even if it means putting myself away for life.”

Lauren’s eyes widened in horror at the woman’s last sentence. “Lucy, what are you talking about?”

Hot tears stung the corner of Lucy’s eyes as she chewed on her bottom lip. “I’m gonna kill her. I have to,” with that she continued straight forward towards the group of buildings collectively lined up beside each other.

Camila and Lauren shared a regretful stare before quickly following chasing after Lucy.

“You can’t do that,”

“Come on be rational Lucy,”

“We can just go to the cops again,”

“Yeah, we can do that. You can’t ruin your life like tha-”

Suddenly whirling around, fire burned within Lucy’s brown eyes. “Go to the cops? And tell that what? That my crazy step sister is trying to kill the Camila Cabello? Huh? Do you know what’d happen to me?”

Camila stopped, breathing heavily. “Why do you care so much? Huh? Its my life Lucy. Please. Let me handle it.”

Chuckling bitterly to herself, Lucy shook her head. “It may be your life, but you know nothing about mine,” she stared off into the distance before shaking her head once again. “When Lola sends a group of correction officers to gang rape you every fucking day in jail, not being able to fight back because you’ll just be thrown into solitary, then speak to me. Everything isn’t about you.”

“Lu-”

“I’m gonna kill her, with or without you guys here,” Lucy stared them down before turning on her heel and walking away, both Camila and Lauren’s feet basically being glued to the ground as they watched in silent horror.

Camila turned to look at the mother of her children before whispering softly, “What do we do?”

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a/n: short ass chapter, just a filler for the shit about to go dddoooowwwnnnnn. omg, i know y'all hate me and that i’ve been gone for over five months and i’m sorry. life just happened and idk what else to say really. i’m back now and hopefully i stick around because i truly have missed writing so fuckin much. like a huge ass relief has washed over me because i absolutely love what i do and writing for people.

now welcome back to my world full of angst and drama (; i promise the camren fluff is coming soon. y'all have waited two books for it and it’s gonna be here in a few short chapters.

now, i have a brrraaannnndddd new book out called “one night stand” and its camren ofc. this book was really a spur of the moment type of thing but i already love what i have in store for it so far and i truly think i’m gonna be committed as fuck with this book. yes, it has smut. a lot of it actually. so please go check it out on my page, add it to your library.

of course, amazing cover creds to SLOTHTATO literally their work is fucking phenomenal. best cover maker on all of wattpad, idc, fight me. like look at this (obviously my tumblr readers can’t see it so go add the book in your library on my wattpad @ wthbello because it’s a sexy ass cover).

anyways, yeah, please go check that out. i’ve worked really hard on it and i really like where it’s going. it has angst, but definitely a lot less angst than this story right here. the angst in this is actually way more relatable to real life problems and stuff like that so once again, please go check it out after this.

don’t forget to vote, comment and answer end of the chapter questions below. if you’re a tumblr reading, come follow me on wattpad @ wthbello and add my new camren story 'one night stand’ to your library and read it and vote and comment and all that amazing stuff. thank you so much for reading and i hope you enjoyed.

i’m a sucker for feedback and it’ll help me navigate where to go in the aspects of what my readers will enjoy (if y'all are still here since i’ve been so goddamn MIA lmao) so please answer at least a couple end of the chapter questions to the best of your abilities. again, if you’re from tumblr, head over to my wattpad so you can do that.

what do you think about this chapter?

what do you think will happen next?

how do you feel about lola being out?

how do you feel about lucy being out?

do you think lucy’s bluffing and she’s really working with lola?

where do you think tori and her mom are?

what do you think is/will happen with lauren and camila’s children?

what do you wanna see moving forth?

what are you least worried about?

what are you most worried about?

last but not least, how do you feel about camila’s new music and 5h’s album, lauren’s single, dinah’s feature, and 5h’s collab with pitbull? y'all knew i had to ask this since i haven’t been here since the day before the girls released their album lol.

anyways, thanks so much for reading. i appreciate so much if you’re still for some reason stick around, you have no possible idea how much it means to me and i’m forever grateful for you

#UPDATE #one shot #series #non AU #AU #slash #trigger warning #camren #requested #angst drama #family #humour #romance fluff #submission #our broken white rose

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