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i lovedddd my lips might've slipped!! please please please make a part 2

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my lips might've slipped

ethan landry pt2

pt1. pt3 warnings: making out, suggestive stuff, arguing, blood. word count: 7k

A/N: the writers block i got while writing this was almost the end of me... came up with a lot of one shot ideas though so I'll be posting those really soon.

“You left him… there.” Quinn repeated after you, looking bored out of her mind like this happened everyday.

“He was being an asshole, Q.”

“You always think he's being an asshole.“ She shook her head with distaste.

You weren't exactly known for being uncomfortable around people. Actually, it was the other way around. But you couldn't look at her as she ambled towards her closet. You felt embarrassed, tracing the rim of your coffee mug with your finger. “That's just how he acts, Y/N. You out of all people should know this.”

“He used to be different.”

This seemed to pique her interest. “In general or towards you?”

You rolled your eyes. “Both.”

“A lot of stuff has changed since we were kids.” She told you, leaving a bag with vials filled with fake blood next to you on the bed. You understood there was privacy in this apartment, but it was risky to leave this kind of stuff just laying there in her closet. How did she do it? “Richie's gone, dad's more distant than usual…”

Quinn bit her lower lip. You hated drawing all the attention to you when she was going through stuff, too.

“You don't need to—”

“It's fine.” She cut you off, her tone slightly aggressive. She cupped your face in her hands and leaned over you before you could stop her. You weren't self-conscious while being this close to her, Quinn was definitely the person you trusted the most. That's exactly why she noticed your lack of eye contact and was now forcing you to look at her. You didn't want to. You had so much shit bottled up you were scared you would start crying. You winced at the idea, stretching your arm to leave your mug on her night table.

“You're amazing, Y/N. I'm not just saying this because I'm your best friend. You really deserve the best out there, and If my asshole brother can't give you that, then move on.” You tried to retort, but her hand quickly slapped over your mouth. Jesus. “If you say you're not into him one more time, I'll jump out that damn window right now.” Her head nodded towards her bedroom's single window. You lured at her, but you could feel your heart hammering inside your ribcage. “You want him, and he wants you back. I'm not stupid and I know my brother— But if he keeps up with all the bullshit, then stop. I love him, but that doesn't make him a better person.”

Your eyes were starting to water, and hers were still fixated on yours. You licked her palm for the fuck of it. Quinn winced, retracting her hand from your face. “Did you have to do that?”

You wiped your damp eyelashes with the side of your wrist, a knot in your throat. “You weren't letting me go.” She snorted, your body barely swaying from her cleaning her palm on your shirt sleeve.

“Still. That ruined my entire speech.” Quinn had to press her lips together to not laugh. You were aware the situation was probably funny, but you couldn't muster a smile.

Her hand covered your mouth again, expression serious. “Understood?” She waited for you to say the words. You surrendered. The fuck else could you do? “Good.”

“I don't want him.” It's the first thing you said when you were able to speak again.

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself? I'll jump out the window, Y/N.”

You sighed, lifting your gaze from the floor to meet her eyes. “Thanks for telling me all that. I'm not sure it helped, but— I appreciate you caring about me and my… complicated relationships with individuals who do not own a uterus. You're a good friend.”

“Best friend.” She ruffled your hair before reclining on the bed, propping herself on her elbows. “Well, are you gonna tell me what happened between the two of you?”

She'd hate you. She'd beat the absolute shit out of you. Your eyes almost widened at the mere thought of telling her— Yeah, you weren't going through that. “Nice try. No.”

“Did you…” Her eyes narrowed, thoughtful. “Get drunk and kiss him?”

“No.”

She elevated her eyebrows. “Did you fuck him?”

“Fuck, Quinn!” Your face scrunched up, she laughed when you threw a pillow straight to her face. “No!”

“Okay, okay!” She glanced away before looking back at you. “Did you maintain sexual intercourse with my brother?”

You had to rub your temples to alleviate your embarrassment. “That made me want to kill myself.”

“So it's a yes.”

“It's a ‘I'm not talking to you for the rest of the night’.”

“You can't talk to the dead.” She reminded you, sighing as she sprawled out on the bed. You mirrored her, lying on your back and staring at the ceiling, fidgeting with the ring around your finger. You missed wearing some of your favorite jewelry, but times were different, and now you had to keep them hidden in your closet. They were gifts from a certain person…

“Go fuck yourself, respectfully.” You shut your eyes closed, a small smile playing on your lips as Quinn's hand slapped over your forehead. She felt up your face until reaching your cheek, your head tilting after she gave it a fake bitch slap.

“I did not take any offense in that.” You couldn't see her face, but the laziness in her voice was obvious.

You stared at the filled bathtub, feeling the weight of your eyelids. Time flew by while you and Quinn were asleep. You usually avoided naps, afraid you'd have that dream again. But this time you were so tired you didn't even think of him. Ethan's presence brought you back to the present. He sprayed fake blood into the water, then turned to you. "You ready?” You hated being this close to him.

“I guess.” You motioned for him to turn around while you took your clothes off and got in the bathtub. You kept your shirt in hand, using it to cover yourself. If you fucking catched him looking at you… “Ready.”

Ethan faced you, eyes briefly lingering downwards before he sighed. “Okay.” He hummed, a small wrinkle forming between his eyebrows as he knelt in front of you, focused on inspecting your torso. “This is gonna hurt.”

“We practiced this.” He nodded, still not looking into your eyes. You had to die. Well, not exactly. The plan was to get injured and just make it look like you almost died.

It would be too convenient if you escaped the apartment clean, and too hard to fake your death like Quinn was. So, since you were such a fucking masochist, you agreed to do this.

Your best friend wasn't as good with a knife like her brother was. He knew what he was doing well enough to not damage anything vital, and you were sure he wasn't evil enough to actually hurt you. "Bring it.”

Was he?

You squeezed his shoulder with all your strength as the blade of his knife found its place beneath your ribs. He pulled you closer, letting you bury your face in his neck. You weren't supposed to scream.

“I know. I know it hurts.” He whispered, fingers sliding through locks of your hair. He was trying to comfort you, anyone would in this situation, but the glare you showed him made the look on his face change. He let go of you. “Have it your way, sweetheart.”

You frowned at the pet name. “I'm bleeding. Do you mind?”

“I stayed on the side and didn't go too deep, Y/N. You're not gonna bleed out.” He spat, applying fake blood to your leg. His hand ran over your skin to disperse it over your shin. He had an attitude, you could see it on his face, but he was still being careful.

“And? It still hurts.” You said, trying to hide how damn flustered you were actually getting.

Your hand remained hardly grasping your shirt, trying to keep it in place. Ethan's eyes met yours after you flinched at the cold blood. He looked away, but his gaze returned to your hands after a while. You didn't like it. “What?”

“You’re shaking.” He mentioned. Discreetly, you checked. Your fingers trembled around your shirt, but he shook his head before you could retaliate. “I'm not looking.” His voice was soft, but your personality wasn't.

“You are, though.” And he probably was. Why the hell would he mention it, then?

He gave you a look, but continued with his work. You were trying to relax, you really were, but his touch was making you feel things. The fabric of his gloves touching you with so much gentleness like you were made of porcelain. It was actions that mattered, not words. His thumb traced up your arm, softly pressing on your shoulder. His eyebrows furrowed. “Did you get that mole removed?”

“Ethan.” You grumbled.

He sat back, looking distraught for a second before he made up his mind and met your gaze. “Was it for that guy?” He asked. You could only close your eyes, trying not to snap. “I'm dead serious, Y/N. I want to know.”

You weren't supposed to talk about anything that could or couldn't have happened in the past. And specifically, of how he could know about that mole. “What guy?”

“Johnny.” He choked out. “Your asshole ex.”

You opened your eyes and realized he was, in fact, being serious. His demeanor solemn as he stared, waiting for you to answer him like you didn't have a fucking agreement. “Surprised you remember him.”

“I remember when it comes to you.” His words made your cheeks heat up, though you weren't sure if it was out of surprise or embarrassment.

“What does he have to do with any of this?”

“Did you get it removed for him?” He looked at your shoulder, a vein throbbing on his jaw. “I liked that mole.”

“I don't know, was Tate dressing up for you at the Halloween party?”

He almost looked like he wanted to deny it, but couldn't bring himself up to the task. “Do you care?”

“It's the second time you ask me that.” You paused, and decided to shoot him back. “When it comes to you, I care.”

“Is it bad that I like the sound of that?” He asked, his voice husky. It made your breath hitch.

“Just answer the question.”

“I don't know— Maybe? I didn't ask her to.”

“That's kinda obvious.” It was. But you still wanted to know if it was fucking intentional. “It would be weird.”

“What? Ask my girlfriend to dress up for me?” He chuckled, his amusement tinged with sarcasm. “It would be plain abusive.”

Girlfriend. Your jaw clenched, you couldn't keep living like this. Why did it hurt so much? Why did it hurt so much to know he did exactly what you asked him to? He got over you, and you were still the same idiot that drooled over him every time he was nice to you. You hated him.

“You know who'd do that?”

Ethan noticed the change of tone in your voice, so he just hummed in response, wanting to avoid an argument. But by that moment, it was your only way of protecting yourself. Of trying to take your heart away from his reach. “Your dad.”

“You always say that.” You noticed how much you got to him by how forcefully he put the vial down. He leaned in, fingers threading through your hair to make it look like you fought back.

“Am I wrong?”

“No.” He paused, his voice wavering. He was struggling to maintain his composure, and you were enjoying it. “But he's my father, and I'm nothing like that man. It's offensive.”

“Nothing like him?” You raised an eyebrow, challenging him. He met your gaze with conviction, looking like he was about to snap at you.

“Nothing like him.”

“I thought you helped him kill your mom.”

“It's different.” He assured you, a flicker of pain crossing his features. You weren't falling for that shit.

“But you have a relationship with him.”

“Not the relationship I'd like.”

Your teeth caught your lower lip as he got busy again. He applied blood on his gloves for realism, rubbing his palms together to spread it over the black fabric. It wasn't hard for you to notice the missing item, since you were pretty much devouring him with your eyes.

You were unaware that you voiced your thoughts out loud until his eyes focused on you. You felt your heart drop to your stomach.

“What?” He inquired, confused.

“Tate's hair tie.”

He just stared at you for a while, lowering his head ever so slightly. “Right.” You frowned.

“Did you guys get into an argument or something?” You were sure the answer was no, but him exhaling took you by surprise.

“It's stupid.”

“What did you do?”

“We were kissing and… I don't know, I was drunk. Mixed things up and called her by your name.”

His confession made your face fall. “Is that supposed to be romantic? Because it doesn't fucking feel like it.”

“She said no strings attached.” He glowered at you.

“Then why did you take it off?”

“Because she was mad.” He bit his lower lip, playing with the lace of his left boot to avoid looking at you. “I never— I never felt something for her, Y/N. But I think she started falling in love with me.”

No, no, no, no— You weren't sitting through that shit. Your best friend was one wall away, if you could just… “Quinn!” You shouted, but his bloody glove clamped over your mouth. When the fuck did he get that close to you?

“No, listen.” He groaned. ”You can't just always push me away.”

You moved your head to the side to push his hand away. His nose only inches away from touching yours. He was breathing heavily, and you were ashamed to admit it was making you nervous, he was making you nervous. “I don't wanna hear it, Ethan.”

“Can you give me one chance?” He begged, his hands moved to the wall, pinning you against it. “Just one fucking chance to talk?”

You started feeling dizzy while his eyes were on yours, and you realized you forgot to breathe. How to breathe. Fuck, you were weak. “Go on.” You wheezed.

“Thank you, I—” He swallowed. “I never felt something for her. I never felt… anything since we broke up. That's why I was using Tate. Because I was trying to feel something, I was trying to feel alive again—”

“So you just used her?” You cut him off, you were gripping your shirt against your bare body for dear life. “Like she was disposable.”

“I never thought you out of all people would care about that.” You rolled your eyes. He grabbed your chin to stop you from looking away from him. “We said no strings attached, Y/N. It couldn't even be called a relationship— It wasn't one. We would just make out and I would go as her date at parties.”

“You still looked pretty damn close.” You huffed, jealousy clouding your senses. “I don't wanna know about how you switched saliva with that bitch—”

“You just asked me to tell you!” He protested, your hand slapping over his mouth. You stayed silent, trying to get a clue on what was going on outside. It was very faint, but you could hear the group still yapping and laughing.

“If they hear you, it's over.” You grimaced.

“I'm sorry.” He coed.

“It's fine…” A low sigh escaped your lips, the soft fabric of his cloak between your fingers as you absentmindedly adjusted the hood.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because you asked me.”

“But you never told me anything before.” You paused, locking eyes with him. His big, earnest brown eyes that held rare vulnerability. You wanted to kiss him. “Why is it different this time?”

His fingers traveled up your arms, cradling your wrists tenderly as they were still pressed against his neck. “You know why.” He murmured, a tinge of pain underlying his words, causing your guts to twist and turn inside of you. Then you realized maybe they actually were. You still had a cut on your side.

“We're not good for each other.”

Ethan grimaced, shaking his head. “You keep saying that, but you're the only person I've felt something for—”

“Do you want me or need me, Ethan?” You interrupted him, he looked confused for a second. “Because they're two different things. And if you need me, it's not love.”

“I need you because I want you.” His face held a sense of urgency. What did he want you to say?

“What do you think is going to happen? If the same thing from last time repeats itself—”

“We'll get through it.” He nodded his head, his features shifting to show a crazed, desperate glimmer in his eyes that made him look out of his mind. “I want a future with you. I want you. Just you. Please, just— just think about it, alright? Please, let me… just let me…”

His plea hung in the air when you pressed your mouth on his. He groaned, his soft lips easily returning the kiss. The two of you grinned when he lost balance and you had to hold his shoulders, keeping him in place. He was still on his knees, after all.

His tongue slipped into your mouth, gliding and rubbing over yours. Your fingers tangled between his messy curls, fingertips fondling his scalp and making him kiss you even more eagerly. It was slow, but you could tell he had been wanting to do that for a long time. Ethan let out a sound, and you questioned if it was a sob or he was just really enjoying himself. Did he really miss you that much? To cry the second you kissed him? His muscular arms snaked around your body, the softness of his cloak against your bare, cold skin feeling like heaven on earth to you.

He was holding you like you would disappear if he let go, and maybe he was right. Ethan was addictive. He was like a drug you couldn't get enough of, and you were just wondering what would happen when he walked out that door and you found yourself alone, feeling guilty for falling into temptation.

“You're ready.” His lips were wet and he was breathing hard when he pressed his forehead against your own. You gave a small hum to acknowledge his words. “Remember the plan?”

You hummed again. “I need to leave you now.”

“Alright.” You finally opened your eyes, a little too bewitched by the boy in front of you for your brain to have any logical structure. His minty breath hit your lips as he leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your lips you gladly reciprocated.

He stood up straight and grabbed the empty vials from the floor while you recollected your thoughts, a nauseous sensation sweeping over your stomach at the thoughts your brain was, for some reason, forming.

What if something happened to him? “If they hurt you, I'll slit their fucking throat.”

Ethan bit his lip to hold back a smile, his knee bumping against your calf. “Didn't consider you a romantic.” He stared down at you, his grin was contagious.

“I prefer the term psychotic, but thanks anyway.”

His gloved hand affectionately ruffled your hair, sliding down to your cheek as his lips pressed a kiss on it. “Try not to move too much, alright? I promise I'll make you dinner after this is over.”

You snorted, your hands finding place in his lightly muscular chest as you pulled him down to your height. He finally gave in, revealing a set of white, straight teeth as he smiled. “You're gonna burn the house down.”

You had a lot of memories of sixteen year old Ethan trying to cook, he was a fire hazard near a stove.

“We'll order takeout, then." He said in a low tone, giving your forehead one last kiss. Then your temple, then your lips. “It's a promise.” You watched him rise from the floor and leave, chewing on your lip as you heard the faint voices of him and his sister arguing about something.

Quinn was bloody and ready, they just had to start making noise to catch the group’s attention. Your breathing slowly increased in pace as the realization of what just happened started hitting you. You shouldn't have kissed him, you shouldn't have let him kiss you, you practically just told him yes—

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. You threw your shirt aside and groaned in pain. You definitely couldn't move much with a wound that big. Successfully grabbing your phone from the floor, you saw Quinn's text.

Took him a while to leave. Everything alright?

Not really.

Your finger tapped on the side of your phone impatiently. Come on. Come on, come on, come on— you sighed when she started typing.

Did he try something?

We kissed.

Was it consensual?

Yes. That's why i feel so fucking shitty. I shouldn't have.

We'll talk about this later alright? I need to get out there.

Okay.

You laid back on the bathtub and your face scrunched up. Fuck, it was hurting you. Was it pathetic that you couldn't even feel the pain before because you were busy worrying about Ethan? It probably was. He was still in your mind, he had been since you were seventeen.

There was a reason why you broke up, a reason why you tried to avoid him all these months. Guess you can't fall out of love with someone this fast, you had no idea why you thought you could achieve that. It was Ethan Kirsch we were talking about. That made it even harder.

Your eyes couldn't stare at the white ceiling for much longer, you were starting to blink a lot and you somehow feeling yourself losing blood. You didn't know if that was possible, or you were starting to hallucinate. Only thing you knew for sure, is you were dizzy as fuck. There were screams and thuds resonating through the thin walls of the apartment, the sounds of footsteps and running.

You weren't sure of how much time passed since Ethan left, but the voices and slams on the door became closer, a lot louder. Your eyes were starting to open again at the closeness of the noises. Someone called your name. Screamed your name, actually. It wasn't hard for you to recognize Mindy's voice. You blinked, trying to adjust to the lighting of the bathroom as Chad's sister noticed the crimson water in the bathtub, panting.

“Fuck, you gotta come with us!” Her eyes drifted somewhere else and yours followed. Sam was holding the door to the living room, with your ex-boyfriend relentlessly pounding on it. She looked horrified.

“Help her put something on. Fast!” She commanded, Mindy nodded and attempted to help you out of the water, but you kept shaking your head and pushing her arms away.

“I can't walk, I can't walk, I can't walk…”

“You're gonna die if you stay here!” Sam yelled.

Mindy choked out a breath, grabbing your pile of clothes from the floor. “I'm sorry about Quinn, but you need to come with us!”

“I can't— I won't. He thinks I'm dead.”

“With all the screaming, no, he doesn't anymore!” Sam ran towards you, hugging your shoulders to pull you out of the water. Mindy's eyes were wide and her hand was clutching at the wound on her arm after leaving you to put your underwear and shirt back on. Ethan was banging on the door harder every time, and Sam was starting to get impatient.

You rushed into Quinn's room and your jaw flew open at the sight of Anika bleeding that much. What did Ethan do to her?

The door creaked as it broke. Sam dashed into Quinn's room, and she and Mindy barricaded it with a closet. Your gaze shifted to Sam's boyfriend, staring at you and Anika bleeding out from the other window. Billy's daughter was looking for a way out, and you weren't exactly sure of what was happening while you stared at the door, wondering how much it would take Ethan to break it like the past one. Anika was whimpering, your arm wrapping around her absentmindedly.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Sam panted, catching your attention. Ethan was taking too long… And Danny was using a… ladder. To help you cross. What the fuck? “You three go first!” Sam turned to you. You glanced at Mindy, who looked offended.

“Someone needs to hold the door, Sam! Anika and Y/N are losing blood!” She shouted. “Go!”

“Shit…” Sam gave you a look before going first. Mindy was still holding the door, and Anika clutched her stomach, trying to contain as much blood as possible. You started blinking, feeling cold sweat run down your temples. You laid back on the bed, knowing you had to stay conscious for this to work. Mindy wasn't getting away from the door…

“I'll hold it.” You offered, stumbling with your own feet as you got up.

“You're practically dying, I'm not leaving you to do this!” She scowled, but you ignored her words and still stood next to her, pushing the closet onto the door.

“So now you're being nice to me?” You bit the inside of your cheek, because you knew this was probably the last time you'd see her.

“I was wrong.” She choked out, giving you a nod. No, she wasn't. Sam yelled for someone to go next. You and Mindy looked at Anika. She was the closest to passing out.

You started falling asleep before waking up again, you had to wait for Anika to get a little closer to Danny's window… when your eyes opened, you realized you fell asleep for another second. Shit. You glanced back, seeing Ethan's arm fully in the room and swinging his knife through the small opening of the door. You glared at Mindy. If she pushed back one more time, she was going to fucking hurt him.

You faked passing out, collapsing sideways to push her down onto the floor. Ethan kicked the door open after you landed on top of Mindy. She struggled to push you from on top of her, but she managed to... without enough time to get to the window. Sam and Anika's screams echoed as Ethan's hands closed around Mindy's neck, choking her right beside you.

You opened your eyes, seeing hers widen. Mindy's lips parted as if to yell something, but Ethan slammed her down on the floor, pressing harder on her neck until she gradually stopped fighting back. Her arms fell limp, and you glanced up at him. Anika was next.

You were faking being passed out, so you didn't really know what was going on until a loud thud reached your ears. Holy shit. Did she fall?

You stayed still, listening to Ethan's footsteps with your eyes closed. He knelt down beside you, you caught your lower lip between your teeth.

"Good girl." He praised, caressing your cheek with two of his gloved fingers. He forgot to turn off his voice changer.

“Do you think they're going at it?” Ethan's head turned to look at you, arms folded across his stomach. His chest rose and fell softly with each breath, the Christmas lights that took you half an hour to untangle and install in Quinn's car hitting his face directly.

You knew he was cold— you could tell. But he wasn't saying it out loud. You felt guilty. He told you to bring thicker blankets, but you completely forgot with how much your best friend kept rambling about her new boyfriend while you packed for your road trip.

Your forehead wrinkled as you munched on a Skittle, nodding emphatically “Is that even a question? Definitely.”

Ethan reached for a handful of candy from the bowl in your hands, propping himself on an elbow. “You think? I thought they only came here because he wanted to know the woods.”

You rolled your eyes, his expression curious as he chewed. “You know Quinn.”

“But I don't know the guy.”

“He's probably a jock who just wants sex, Eth. They all are. and Quinn is…” You squinted, searching for words. “Quinn.”

“Don't call her that.” He protested, pausing mid-movement to glare at you.

“Don't look at me like that.” You retorted, bringing the bowl to your chest to protect it from him. Ethan stared at you through his long eyelashes, apathetic. You let out a groan when he reached out to grab something behind you, his chest inadvertently ending up above your legs. “Personal space, mister.”

“I just want my water…” He grumbled under his breath, the two of you sharing a menacing look after he sat up straight again.

“She's my best friend. I know her more than you do.”

“Is that so?” He twisted the cap open, challenging you. “How?”

“You're like… okay, let's put it this way. You're family.” The way he rolled his eyes made you crack a smile. He looked adorable with his tousled, curly hair imprinted by the pillow. The two of you had woken up from a two-hour nap just about ten minutes ago, and you were a sucker for freshly awake, moody Ethan. “Would she tell your dad what she did last night with a guy she found at a party? No. You're the younger sibling, it's the same principle.”

“She tells me things.” He sounded almost offended, suddenly forgetting he was about to take a sip of his water.

“Yeah, PG-rated things.”

“I'm eighteen.”

“And? Wait til you're 21 to brag about your age.”

He shook his head slightly, wiping his mouth with his wrist. “You're not even 21 yet.”

“Do you see me flexing about my age? No.”

Ethan let out a sigh, probably tired of your shit already and grabbed his pillow, laying his head down on it again. You felt your face fall as your features softened. Maybe you were a little too harsh on him. You stared, because he was probably the most beautiful guy you'd met. The dark circles under his eyes were noticeable, pale skin almost translucent.

He was worried, and him being worried made you worried, so… that was inconvenient. Richie left Modesto with Sam the day before, and while you trusted him to man the fuck up and make things go as planned, Ethan didn't.

“He's gonna be alright, Eth.” You reassured him.

“Why did we come here?” He mumbled, your heart twinging at his small sniff of him. You should've brought the extra blankets…

You delicately caressed his cheek, his eyes surrendering to your apologetic touch. You felt more confident in fondling his skin and feeling the warmth beneath your fingertips. If you could just… Your thumb brushed over his lower lip before you leaned in, pressing a kiss to his soft forehead.

“Quinn's supposed to be with me, so I can't be home or your dad will suspect she lied. And as for you…” You paused, and Ethan's lips began to twitch into a wide smile, eliciting a chuckle from you. “Consider it a favor, you never go out.”

“Oh, yeah?” He teased, his eyes lazily opening. “That's sweet.”

“Never sweeter than you, baby girl.” You caressed his lower lip, his eyes rolling as he pushed your hand away. “You're mean to me.” You showed him a pout, and he just shook his head.

“Deal with it.”

You tugged at his blanket to discover part of his chest, getting a frown you completely ignored when you turned around, showing him your back. Quinn was a few cars away from you, but far enough so you couldn't hear or know what was going in there.

You almost winced. Not like you wanted to know. Apparently this was a popular place for people to come and hook up. You were just closing your eyes and hoping you wouldn't hear anything. Even finding a racoon would probably be better than that shit.

"It would probably be uncomfortable." Ethan mused after a while, and you got on your side to frown at him.

"Are we still discussing this?" Your smile immediately faded at his raised eyebrows. "Uhm— It's cold, they'd freeze."

"Not big enough to move."

"What if a fox saw the lights and started scratching the door in the middle of it?" Ethan frowned before the two of you chuckled. At least you were making him laugh now. You were a bad friend.

"If there's not a blanket under them, it'll hurt their backs." You didn't give it much thought before nodding in agreement, eyes slowly drifting downwards to look at the blanket beneath the two of you. The idea that popped up in your head scared you. He was telling you this because… Lifting your chin again, Ethan's gaze met yours, and next thing you knew, he leaned in, kissing you.

You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands finding his hair and playing with it while he stretched his arm to grab his pillow. His arms wrapped around your waist to have support of your body and lay your head on the pillow, your back pressing against the fuzzy blanket. His thighs straddled your legs. “Is this okay?” He breathed out, looking down at you, but he didn't seem to have any intention of stopping.

You answered by firmly pressing your lips onto his again. Ethan grunted into the kiss, returning it like his life depended on it. His body was so soft and comfortable against yours, you barely felt any pain when he grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand, but it was still uncomfortable. “Eth, my hair…” He stopped, noticing his arms pressing down on your hair.

“Shit, I'm sorry.” He quickly apologized, eyes darting from your lips to your eyes. “Are you alright?”

“I'll be if you keep going.” He nodded, obeying. Your thoughts weren't the clearest thing at the moment. You wanted this so much and you had been wanting it for a long time, the feeling was similar to being high. Even better. This was it. You had him. He had you. You lost yourself in all the caressing, mind clouding with the feeling of him, the touch of his fingertips on your neck and his big hand wrapping around your susceptible throat as he kissed you.

His body weight on yours was taking the air out of your lungs, but the feeling of being helpless only helped increase the violent hammering of your heart inside your ribcage. You adored him. Every single inch of him. You were panting, the heat all the pillows and blankets around the two of you were providing making you sweat badly.

You helped him pull his black hoodie over his head, his bare arms squeezing you against him immediately after. "I'll take care of you, okay? Just relax." He kissed the corner of your mouth, lips trailing down to press gentle kisses onto your neck. You threw your head back, Quinn's pink knit sweater just lying there in the driver's seat, making your mouth go dry.

Why did she leave it there? As a reminder? A reminder that the two of you shouldn't be doing anything weird because you were just friends? Because the person who was kissing your neck right now was your best friend's younger brother? No, you were just being paranoid. That was straight up fucking schizophrenic.

"You're not letting me lay you down." He uttered in a low, guttural tone. You glared at his words.

"Because I'm comfortable like this."

"With your elbows flexing like that?" He withdrew his mouth from your neck, staring up at you, out of breath. "Really?"

"Are you mad at me right now?" You inquired. Ethan looked away before starting to get up. "Can you please not—"

"No."

"What did I do!?"

"Nothing," he snarled. You sighed as he offered his hands to help you up. Taking them, you brought your legs to your chest awkwardly. It was clear he wanted answers with how he stared at you, and he knew you too well to lie to him. "What's wrong?"

"It doesn't... feel right." You choked out, glaring up at his face, and wishing he would understand. Ethan looked taken aback but quickly recovered.

"This doesn't feel right?"

"Yeah."

"Is it because of me?" He asked, and the look you gave him was offended.

"No, of course not. But you're Quinn's—"

"Brother, yeah. She doesn't care." His eyes narrowed. Was he fucking mocking you right now?

"How do you know?"

"It's Quinn."

"Don't be saying that about my best friend.”

Ethan's jaw clenched, it took him a moment to collect himself before he looked away from your face, exhaling the breath he was holding. “Alright.”

“Alright.” You agreed.

The two of you fell silent, focusing anywhere else that wasn't each other. Ethan fidgeted with the blanket, eyes on your phone laying next to the candy bowl. You stared at the rings wrapped around your fingers, chewing on your lip. You had to get up— you knew that. One of the two of you would eventually have to.

This was the smartest decision, and yet you felt empty. Like you had just closed the door that led to the single thing you had dreamt about for years but weren't able to get. It was alright, you tried to tell yourself. You had a friendship to keep. A great one.

Ethan knew the good and bad parts of you. He had seen you at your lowest, and he still stayed. Why? Because he was your friend. Your best friend. The one boy you had shared everything with. But if that was true, then why was there a difference in what you felt toward Richie and Ethan? Richie was your friend, and Ethan was... something more.

Your chest caved and squeezed your heart as you sighed. The little sound caught the brunet’s attention, prompting you to look up at his zealous face too. It took two seconds of eye contact for the two of you to start making out. Again. You rolled on the blanket a few times, almost dislodging the Christmas lights with how much the two of you were moving. You were on top when Ethan pushed your shoulders, his face scrunched up.

“This is wrong.”

You breathed heavily, confused. “What? Why?”

“I should be taking you to a hotel.” His grip on your shirt tightened, but he looked more mad at himself than at you as he tried to catch his breath. “For starters.”

“Oh my god, Ethan! Why would you—”

“Listen to me.” He demanded. His hands slid from your waist to your cheek, cupping your face in his hands. “We don't even have—”

“I'm on the pill.” You spoke over him. He paused, but he didn't look phased at all.

“That's only 87% effective.” Ethan's lips twitched, displeased, confusing you.

“How do you know that?”

He shook his head, delicately tucking away strands of your hair. “I wanted to be informed when this happened.”

“You were waiting for this to happen!?” The red creeping up to his face made you know you probably came off more panicked than you intended to. Shit.

“Weren't you?” He tried to play it off miserably. You moved away from on top of him, looking around for your missing shirt desperately.

“No. I was just praying every day it wouldn't.”

“Does that mean you—” He hesitated as he swallowed, sitting up. His eyes never left your face, looking vulnerable. Those angel eyes looked so fucking vulnerable you just wanted to hug him. But wasn't this an argument? You had to make up your mind. You found your shirt, but you didn't even care anymore. “Is this a one night stand? I mean— Are we doing this just because we feel like It, or is this your way to say you love me back?”

A shiver ran down your spine at his words. Fuck, no… “Put your hoodie on.” You groaned, and Ethan looked away from you frustratedly

The only reason you weren't answering him was because you were scared. This wasn't supposed to happen, at least not that soon…

“I do love you, Ethan.” The words just slipped out of your lips, surprising both of you. He raised his head, making sure you weren't joking. “And I don't want to break your heart.”

“You will if we keep living like this.” He admitted. “What's stopping you?”

You tried to not look down, you really did, but you were too much of a coward to not start playing with your rings. “Honestly? It's too messy. I don't want things to get weird with Quinn—”

“She doesn't care, Y/N.” He interjected, and you closed your eyes in frustration. That's what he always said, but you couldn't know for sure. You didn't want to find out. “If anything, I think she would be happy you chose someone she approves of.”

“I'm gonna fuck up my relationship with Quinn if this goes wrong…” You rubbed your temples, but looked up at the silence coming from him. He looked tense, like he was about to burst out the car and murder the first person he saw. You moved away slightly, contemplating.

You'd go to hell if you admitted out loud you found that attitude of his… enticing. He let out a breath when he saw you crawling towards him. His arms snaked around you, holding you close and lifting you slightly to move you onto his lap. “Don't be mad.”

“I'm not.” He crooned, you winced slightly as his nose pressed into the curve of your bare neck, next to your bra strap. He took in a deep breath.

“Sure.” You gripped the back of his black tank top, trying to relax. “You'll be wrinkled all over by the time you're 40 if you keep frowning.”

“I'm not mad at you, Y/N.” He repeated, he looked honest as his watery eyes met yours. Why did he look like he wanted to cry?

“And that's it?” You questioned. “I'm supposed to calm down because you told me it'd be okay?”

“Am I lying? Quinn's gonna be happy for us, I know that. But if you don't feel ready… then we can hide it.” He nodded solemnly, you raised an eyebrow.

“So, what? Am I like your lover now?”

“No.” He cringed, you let out a chuckle as he stopped caressing you. “That's not what I meant— We can just stay low for now. Not tell anyone about us.”

He waited, and after a moment of pondering, you sighed. You just had to look for the right moment to tell Quinn. You'd be more prepared by then. “Okay.”

Ethan's lips parted, curls wiggling as he nodded. You didn't know why he was like this, but you had to calm him down. You always had to. Ethan was aggressive, that was obvious. But he also used to be so sensitive.

“It's alright, Eth. It's alright…” You grabbed his face, staring at his big expressive eyes before pressing your mouth on his tenderly. Ethan muttered a "thank you" before slowly burying his face into your neck again. You felt his soft eyelashes against your skin as he closed his eyes, arms squeezing your waist.

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autisticlancemcclain · 7 months

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fic rec friday 45

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

Pieces by zenstrike

Five times Keith found comfort with Lance, and one time he tried to return the favour.

look i know i talked about zenstrike last week and im here to do it again. i know what the secret relationship trope is, i know there are so many great fics but like. zenstrike reaches something in my chest and fucking twists it. i read something of theirs for the first time like two years ago and i remember being actually fucking struck dumb on my bed and clutching my phone because the way my stomach churned and my heart pounded and i well and truly FELT every fucking emotion!! when keith nervously pressed his palm to the junction of lance's neck and his breath sharpened mine did too!! when the swirling dread of fear and nerves turned in lances belly it turned in mine too!! idk what it is about zenstrike but they have touched me in a way no other author ever has in my whole life and i cant always read everything they write in one sitting, sometimes im consuming it all in a frenzy and sometimes one fic takes me days. anyway keith loving lance with every goddamn molecule but being physically unable to say it but determined to show it will always make me insane sorry for the goddamn essay

2. when you're here loving me by orphan_account [EXPLICIT]

“’Look at me, I’m Keith,” Lance muttered, “’I run directly at Galra sentries and don’t even think about the big, glowy thingies in their hands. What are those called again?’” He tightened the gauze, gently despite his trying to act angry, “’Right! Guns! Can’t possibly hurt me, right?’” Keith scowled, “I know what a gun is.” ✦ they come back from a mission, gross and in love.

this one is kinda porny lol but its pretty goddamn funny. of COURSE these two are the massive losers who play rock paper scissors after they bone 💀💀

3. The Samurai and the Sharp-Shooter by orphan_account

It's tough going on missions when you have to pretend you're dating your rival. Tougher still when you're actually not even rivals but lovers forced to hide that fact for the sake of the team's greater mission. Not canon, but still in space and everyone's there. Fluffy with zero angst.

this fic makes me CRY with laughter bc why are they fake dating to hide that they're real dating on a god damned assassination mission 😭😭 they're actually so goddamn stupid

4. Headshot by @angelwithaknife

“Guys,” Lance grunted, lying down behind a couples of rocks and aiming at some soldiers again, “I appreciate that you appreciate me but please stop waving at me after I save you, I’m sick of running around trying to find new spots, I specifically chose a long-range weapon so I could lie down all the time.”

this is so CUTE the team loves lance so bad. and as they should!! bc hes so smart and amazing and cool and wonderful and talented honestly i just love him so bad

5. What's Something You've Never Told Me? by @fondaboo

The lady drops a slice of lemon into it and slides it back towards him. “You’ve got pretty good taste kid,” she says. Her cordial smile turns wicked and teasing, as she jerks her chin to the dance floor. “And it's not just limited to drinks, I'd say.” Keith follows her dark gaze, before he can help himself, biting down on a groan when he sees where she’s looking. Lance. Jesus, he can’t even go to a bar without someone calling out his—blatant and painfully obvious—crush on Lance. “Friend of yours?” She croons. He drags a hand down his face, maybe he needs something stronger than whiskey. Ketamine maybe. “Best friend actually,” he squints through his fingers, glaring darkly, “not that it’s anyone’s business.” Or the author overuses em-dashes while trying to make Keith talk about his damn feelings! OR ace Lance has to deal with a smitten Keith and just wants to watch disney

ACE LANCE ACE LANCE ACE LANCE ACE LANCE ACE LANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!! god i love him. also fondaboo literally never misses

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

#i will never ever stop being annoying about secret relationship #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #established klance #bamf lance #bamf keith #bamf klance #soft klance #fic rec friday #fic rec #frf #longpost

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S3 episode 4 (And The Children Shall Lead) I'll explain what happened to episode 3 under the cut of this post.

Start here:

- The three of them beaming down together is a good start

- Guys they're not dead!… they’re just sleepy

- Kirk is not amused

- As much as I want to believe Kirk would be good with children, it’s proven (canonically) he is not

- “I am getting a feeling of anxiety in this place.” This reminds me of a good omens line. If ya know, ya know.

- I love nurse chapel. The medical department being good with kids is heartwarming

- Is this a Peter Pan situation? (edit: nope)

- So why are the kids chanting and summoning an entity? Let's not have to call the exorcist.

- “Have Dr. McCoy report to my quarters.” Yeah…?

- We get to watch Sulu press buttons and turn dials :)

- Uhura’s double take

- “You’re losing control of yourself, sir.” “Not yet.” Scotty then proceeds to fight two guys and get knocked out

- “The enemy from within!” Previous episode mention

- That’s horrific. The children controlling their parents caused them to die on Triacus. Star Trek can write some pretty fucked up shit actually. But it doesn't deal with the consequences.

- McCoy’s opinion is outnumbered two to one again so he just storms out

- They just beamed those two redshirts out into space…

- “Friendly angel come to me.”

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- Kirk and Spock share a look like, ‘what the fuck is going on’

- Spell that makes you see knives in space

- Poor Uhura. No one wants to see their own death, but amazing acting

- “Captain, why are we bothering starfleet?” Spock too? Kirk you gotta go find McCoy, maybe he’ll be talking some sense

- So why haven’t I seen anyone talk about this?

- “My Vulcan friend.” Yep Kirk. Reassert your friendship.

- Spock grabs Kirk’s arm to reassure him

- WOAH! He jumped to killing kids way too fast (worst case scenario stun or hypo them! Jesus)

- Kirk has had to remind himself that it’s not okay to punch a child a few too many times in this episode (I can see it in his eyes)

- He’s playing the video of all the kids playing with their parents on Triacus and they’re smiling but I’m expecting Kirk to just say ‘and now.. your parents are dead.’ - omg they really did just switch suddenly to their DEAD PARENTS. No remorse.

- This episode is fucking devastating

- Bones is going to come back from wherever the fuck he is and just, 'Jim, I specifically told you not to traumatize these kids.'

- The ‘angel’ dying is fucking horrifying

Now everything’s fine and dandy. Not like the entire bridge just went through major mind fuck of an ordeal or anything

Masterpost

Episode written by Edward J. Lakso

So I didn't actually watch episode 3, I watched around 15 minutes and then said, 'I really just don’t want to watch this episode. So I won’t.'

Only thoughts from this episode that I'm gonna mention are:

- The reason that they didn't let Spock point out the pine trees is because he would have said their scientific name

- “Typical human reaction to an idyllic natural setting.” McCoy says this with so little bite towards Spock, like he’s actually having a conversation with him and explaining what it is. AHH

- They could have easily left McCoy on the planet to search for Jim while Spock goes to divert the asteroid. If being alone was the issue they could've beamed down a security officer/team

Other than that... there's nothing. Sorry Margaret Armen.

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mamirhodessxox · 4 months

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The Hang over

Death Island!Leon x Reader

Currently watching The Hangover movie right now and I thought “This would be funny if it were Leon & Y/N’s position!”

Content: Fluff????, Drinking, Smoking, Based off of the hangover movie, Tattoos, unintentional marriage, bad life choices that you shouldn’t make unlike y/n & leon!

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Originally you went on a Vegas Trip to celebrate your bestfriends 26th birthday but that turned into a shit show, You drank ALL night, smoked heavy amounts of weed found yourself in a strip club & then running to a very attractive older guy on the Las Vegas strip & after that you couldn’t remember a thing. So when you woke up everything was a hot mess. Including you. The next day you woke up in a large bed luckily wearing some clothes, You still had your underwear and skirt on but your top & bra was missing. You were barely waking so when you were rubbing your eyes you assumed you were alone in your hotel room.

Wrong. Very very fucking wrong.

You turned around to grab your phone but you felt a warm broad chest on your hand causing you to snatch your arm away and cover your breasts and jump out of bed“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Your loud scream startled the man in your bed that he jumped up in a panic as much as you “where the hell am i!?” “How the fuck did you get in my room!? Who even are you!?” The man looked at you with tired but confused eyes, fuck he was ho- NO. Not right now. “Oh my god please please tell me we didn’t-“ “be both have our pants on your just missing a bra and a shirt I think we’re fine doll.” Doll? DOLL!? And then your best-friend Casey stumbled in with slurred words “awhh lo-*hiccup*look at the newllyy wedded couplle!! Anyways th-theres a fucking baby in the b-bath tub” what. “I’m sorry? Newly weds what the fuck are you talking about?” Your friend giggled and smiled “you & leon got married last night at the chapel remember? Probably not last night was fucking crazy, anyways put on a top dumbass” fuck. You staggered around with this man named Leon following around helping you look for one and successfully you did so both of you put on shirts, all 3 of you walked into the main room of the suite & saw a mess.

You groaned as you held your head from the hangover & saw another one of your friends Jessica fall over “THERE’S A BABY IN THE FUCKING BATHROOM” Leon scrunched his face and so did you, “Alright chill out let me go check everything’s fine-“ he walked in the bathroom and you heard him shriek “THERES A BABY IN THE BATH TUB?” Your jaw dropped as you stared at Casey and quickly ran in the bathroom “oh my gosh there’s actually a fucking baby.” You quickly picked up “I don’t think you should curse around a child” You glared down Leon “Really? Cus I think you’re a stranger that shouldn’t be around a baby.” He glared back at you as you held the baby close before walking into the main room “Jesus christ what did we do last night??” You heard the older man grumble out while Case giggled “You don’t remember? You guys got married by Elvis Fucking Presley.”

Pardon?? You & Leon starred at each other in disbelief and quickly ran out of the hotel room, down to the lobby & outside still holding the baby “We need to find that goddamn chapel & get a divorce.” You nodded your head in agreement and luckily a cop car pulled up “For you officers” you tilted your guys’ head as some random guy just gave you a fucking cop car “just act normal and get in the fucking car.” So you obliged but as you were about to get in- “FREEZE!” You immediately stopped in your tracks and saw Leon get tazed in the literal nuts. “Your under arrest for attempting to steal a cop car!” You both were handcuffed together.

Amazing. As if this day couldn’t get any worse. 30 minutes later you both wound up in the Metro Police Department & sat there for 20 more minutes trying to be let off which was successful but on your way out you, you guys were uncuffed but you realized you couldn’t just keep caring for some random baby so you gave it to a police officer in hopes they would find the childs parents. You two ended up walking out of the station behind Leon where you saw a tramp stamp. “Uhm…You know you have a tramp stamp right? i just wanna like- double check.” Leon immediately stopped in his tracks slowly turning towards you & had his jaw dropped “What the fuck did you say? I have a TRAMP STAMP??” You covered your mouth and tried not to laugh at his reaction but unfortunately you failed “Your a fucking asshole you know that?” You apologized profusely but all you got was the hard core middle finger. Today was going to be a LONG. Day.

For most of the day you two looked around Vegas for the chapel you two got ‘married’ in and eventually you got lucky. When you both found the chapel you guys walked inside and let Leon do the talking. “Hey uhm- Me & this young woman came here last night & um- got married by some Elvis impersonator? Is there any way we can get a divorce here?” The receptionist scoffed snd set down her cigarette “Y’know we hate tourists like you- always bein’ indecisive and blamin us. We stopped doin divorced here years ago. You gotta bring that to a legitimate court honey. Run along now.”

You & Leon stood there dumbfounded “But- shit..” You both looked at each other & huffed. You pulled out your phone and called casey and once she picked up you sighed “Yeah listen- we fucked up, we didn’t read over the contract I assume and we’re being told in order to get this bullshit divorce we have to go to a legitimate court” Casey laughed at your predicament over the phone that it became annoying so you hung up while Leon mustered the courage to talk “I guess we have to deal with being newlywed’s doll face.” You frowned shaking your head and running your hands down your face “This cannot be fucking real right now.” “Hey Hey hey, I’m sure it’s gonna be fine sweetheart, we can either get to know each other, get dinner or..just completely ignore each other for the rest of our lives snd go our separate ways. But i’m more heavy on getting dinner because I would REALLY..like to know who you are.” You smiled softly at his reassurance and nodded “Yeah..I uh- I really like that idea.” “Alright well then, We should head out of this chapel, find a little restaurant or something, & just talk.” Leon said before grabbing your hand and guiding you out of the lobby of the Vegas Chapel.

Maybe making poor life choices wasn’t so bad after all.

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davekat-sucks · 15 days

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homestuck's fanbase is really making me feel like giving up on the story as a whole... Jesus, I might just call it quits soon. Listening to idiots try to defend how shit Homestuck's story became is too exhausting. It reminds me of when I was listening to lectures of, people who hardly counted as, writers go off about how important it is to prioritize representation over all else. They never realized if you do a terrible job with writing a story, you do a terrible job of representing women, different racial groups, gay men, ext. They don't want to write female characters like they're people who make mistakes and grow. Those authors wanted women to always be perfect and always in the right and her biggest obstacle is that men don't believe in her. You can see that in Star Wars with Rei or Captain Marvel as an example of the mindset I'm talking about.

I liked homestuck because so many of the female characters had challenges and flaws. Aradia, Terezi, Rose... They had amazing stories and their flaws made them interesting.

Homestuck could have been a story about different people who have completely different mindsets coming together for a common goal. Homestuck is just... soap opera drama and shitty teen romance at the end of the story where the characters just wait for the story to finish and most of the audience left. In the epilogue, it feels like all of the characters gave up. I suppose Kanaya did put in effort to find Rose and make sure she is safe, I'll give the story credit there. Dirk wants something too. Dirk's goal is just to close the loop and create the first universe in the first place but all you ever hear people talking about is how his motivations have something to do with the shitty meta fiction gimmick the story has going on. "Gotta keep the story going or else the characters fade out of memory" That is such bullshit concept. Sounds like a justification for why there are so many Star Wars shows now. Sounds like milking an IP. Quantity of quality kind of excuse.

And, for the record, my beef isn't with how the fandom represents it's own headcanons or interpretations of the characters, my beef is with how people talk about the canon. Fandom and canon should be two different things. But people act like the fandom should influence canon. I thought the point of both of the cherubs were to show that is a bad idea. Fanon being in canon feels like it derails the story, even the homosuck part that Caliborn came up with.

I'm getting tired of trying to even find a space in this fandom. It's occupying too much of my freetime now. I have so much nostalgia for homestuck but now it feels like trying to get back on the swings of a playground, too old for this shit. Fuck, I adulted too hard and I outgrew fandom I guess. Shit sucks.

Ah well, at least they fans are having fun. But how much fun can you really have when Rose screwed over Kanaya in two timelines? Kanaya felt like a better character in the epilouge cause she's given a challenge to face that is unique to her and her relationship with her wife. Rose's dad brainwashed(?) her to leave her wife, wow, Kanaya that's some shit. Just sucks that she is getting cucked AGAIN. Is it a universal constant that Kanaya is just going to keep falling for women who don't respect her? Maybe she should have stuck with Vriska. All of this Kanaya Rose drama is a bad sign of what's to come. I think it's disrespectful to the fans that are still sticking around. I'm not really included in this bunch. My horse tapped out of the race years ago. People who are still holding out for hope this story is going somewhere are either the most optimistic people out there or the most beaten down.

It's no wonder so many people who worked on homestuck abandoned ship. Toby looks like he's having a good career and Hussie looks like he's afraid of what he created. Maybe there is poetic justice to be gleaned from all of this.

It had lot of creative ideas and talent. But through it, there are cracks and messes that can't be ignored. Even now, the same kind of messes appear again in present times and I think people are scared to talk about it in fear that the thing they love was not as great as they though it was. We really are suffering from Stockholm Syndrome. Even when moments in the series and narrative itself that tells the audience that we were stupid to even care, we stayed because we loved it for what it was back then before the meta shit kicked in. The whole revival of the series so it won't fade away and being comparable to Star Wars is a good way to describe it. The team not taking risks to actually go outside of the Homestuck cast, tell a new story, or even trying to focus on the base webcomic alone that made it popular in the first place. They can't even put more focus on Hiveswap just yet because they know people know Homestuck first before Hiveswap, despite said game could make a better introduction or entryway for people to get interested in the webcomic. I'm not sure what is going on through Hussie or James Roach's mind for all this.

#homestuck #homestuck fandom

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A is for Altoid (Vinny)

AN: Part 1 of the Alphabet Game! This one definitely was way more fun for me to write than I expected it to be! Next is B is for Body Oil with Ryan! Enjoy!

“Hey Vin, we’ve been home for three days, the time has come,” Vin groans as soon as the words leave Chris’ mouth, not ready for this shirt to start.

“I know, so what do you assholes have for me?” He glances around the room while asking his question.

“Who even gets to start this? We said whoever just did a letter gets to assign the next one but no letter has been played yet,” Rick says, having an idea but unsure if he would be allowed to give it.

“If you have an idea then just say it, does it really matter being the first one who does it?” Ryan says, taking a drink from his water bottle as he groans when Vin shoots him in the game.

“Okay… well here you go Vin,” Rick says, pulling a tin of Altoid mints out of his pocket and hanging it to the younger man, a smirk on his face as he knows that more than likely Vin hasn’t tried something like this.

“What exactly are you trying to tell me to do here?” Vin asks, looking over at Rick as he slides the tin into his own pocket.

“You have seriously never heard of this? Jesus, just get Carlotta to have one in her mouth when she blows you. One, it produces more spit and two, the cooling feeling is fucking great,” Chris says, rolling his eyes. “If you don’t know these things I feel sorry for Lottie, your bedroom life has to suck.”

“First of all, she would kill you if you call her Lottie, she only allows me to. Second, maybe I’m just so good that we don’t need anything extra to enjoy ourselves. She said I have magical hands… just saying,” Vin responds with a smirk, knowing he just got Chris to shut up.

“Okay, so it's decided A is for Altoid. Remember she has to tell one of the girls about it for it to count,” Ryan says, wiggling his eyebrows at Vin as the words leave his mouth.

“That was fucking creepy, please don’t do that face again,” Justin says, glancing over at Ryan.

“Shit you’ve been so quiet I forgot you were here too, you must have really been into the game,” Ricky says with a laugh at the sudden reminder that Justin was there.

Later

“Hey Lottie, how was your day?” Vinny greets you from the couch with a smile when you walk in his front door from work.

“Could be worse but it also wasn’t great, my kids were awful today,” you say back as you pull your shoes off your feet before trudging your way over to the couch and sitting down with a sign next to your boyfriend.

“Well I am in a good mood now that you are here, happy to have you home. I was serious when I said move in with me last night you know,” he says, pulling you in for a light kiss before letting you settle back into the couch, moving to fiddle with something in his pocket.

“So what is in your pocket that you keep playing with? It is related to that stupid game the boys have come up with isn’t it?” You ask, giggling when he chokes on air as the words leave your mouth.

“I-it’s yeah. Rick gave me these and I’m supposed to make you blow me with one,” he blushes slightly as the words leave his mouth, pulling the tin out of his pocket.

“It still amazes me that with everything we have done you still get so flustered about things. You’re shy about the fact I have to suck your dick? You act like I have never done it before, I was expecting something awful,” you tease him, laughing as his face turns red when you pop one in your mouth.

You slip off the couch, settling on your knees in front of him on the floor and rubbing a hand along his thigh as you try to get him to relax.

“We’re doing this right now? You can wait if you want to relax a little bit first,” he says, shifting a little when he feels you start to palm at him through his jeans.

“May as well, I would rather now than wait,” you shrug, moving to reach his zipper.

Taking the hint he moves to slide his jeans and boxers down for you, leaning back in his spot as he reaches for his half hard shaft, giving himself a couple strokes before you slap his hand away.

“You’re not touring so that means this is my job now,” you hum, replacing your hand with his own.

“I thought you liked watching me get myself off?” He asks, turning the teasing back on you now, leaving you a little flustered.

Rather than responding you blow a teasing breath of air that is now cool from the mint over his head, smiling to yourself when you feel him shudder underneath your touch from the new sensation.

“You don’t have to tease me with this, you do enough of that the way it is,” he whines, making you giggle.

“Hey, I’m just following the rules and making sure you get the full effects of the mint, gotta complete our challenge right?” You can feel a smile pulling at the corners of your lips when you meet his eyes.

“Sometimes I hate you Lottie, you know that?” he groans.

“No you don’t.”

Before he has a chance to respond you bend down, making sure the mint was on your tongue as you lick up the underside of his shaft, knowing that he can feel it moving along with your tongue, the sensation making him shift. When you reach the tip of his cock you wrap your lips around it, again making sure that when you swirl your tongue around his head that he can feel the mint moving along with it. You absolutely love every little shift of his hips and the shudder that he gives you, knowing that he is enjoying the sensations that you are making him feel.

“Fuck,” he groans, his hand finding it’s way to your hair, brushing it out of your face because he wants to see himself between your pretty lips. There is something so erotic that he enjoys about being able to see you pleasuring him, taking care of what he needs from you.

Deciding that you have teased him enough you slowly begin to take more of him in your mouth, slowly bobbing your head more and more as you go, but not quite ready to give him the satisfaction of taking all of him.

Vin makes that decision himself, tightening his grip that is in your hair and pulling you down, making you take all of him. He holds you there, loving the feeling of you swallowing around him, seeing your saliva starting to make its way out of your mouth while you choke on him. When he finally lets go he gives you only a second to breathe before pulling you back down on him and repeating the process

“Fuck, I love it when you choke on me, letting me take what I need from you. Am I able to get rough with you tonight baby,” he asks, pulling you off of him, his dark eyes following yours as you nod.

“Lose your clothing and go lay down, head off the bed,” he says, standing up and helping you up with his hand, following you to the room and enjoying the show when you start to shed your clothing along the way, leaving a trail of clothing on the way to his bed. You make sure to slip a new mint into your mouth before you leave the room, wanting to keep that cool feeling that he seems to be loving going.

“No, on your back,” he says, watching as you lay down. “I want to see all of you while I fuck your pretty mouth.”

You roll over, leaning your head back to allow him to do just that, opening your mouth with your tongue out waiting for him to do it. He thrusts harshly into your mouth, searching for his own pleasure that only you could give him right now, groaning as he continues to do so.

Reaching down he rolls one of your nipples between his fingers, you moaning around him and him groaning at the vibrations that it sends down his cock, the pleasure getting to him.

“The coolness and added wetness, baby, I am getting close. Should I return the favor once I cum?” He knows you can not answer him but when you groan he knows that you are enjoying this more than he honestly expected you to.

He thrusts harshly, not giving you a chance to recover from choking on him before he does it again, a few more times before he spills himself inside of you with a groan.

“Please, let me see it before you swallow baby?” he asks, pulling himself out of your mouth and smirking to himself when you are there, his load in your mouth before you swallow it.

He helps you move up from your position so you are laying on the bed, rubbing your neck for a moment before he lays down next to you. Pulling you in for a kiss, tasting himself on your tongue.

Sliding a hand from your hip to your center you can see his eyes darken slightly.

“Seems blowing me gave you a problem of your own…”

He pulls his lips away from yours, moving towards the foot of the bed before he pulls you down by your thighs, quickly getting to work with his tongue which he uses to tease your clit, knowing it will make a pretty moan fall from your lips.

You shift your hips, hoping he will get the hint that you want him to move things along, craving your own release and growing frustrated with him.

“Should I continue like this? I could sit and eat you for hours and never get tired,” he says, pulling away to glance at you. Taking in the beauty of your heaving chest, the way your eyes are half closed as you whine, chasing your own pleasure that he is denying you right now.

Without warning he sinks two of his fingers inside of you knuckle deep, rather roughly but he knows that you can take it as he continues at a relentless pace, knowing that this will get you close, but also not be quite enough. Edging you closer to the edge of your own release, but not giving you enough to fall over.

“Should I give you what you need, let you finish?” he asks, slowing his movements when he realizes that you are about to finish, making you whine at your ruined orgasm.

“Fuck, please Vin,” you whine, looking up at him.

He smirks at you, moving to kneel on the floor at the edge of the bed.

Using his free hand he spreads you open, giving him access to torment your clit with his tongue as his hands get to work, knowing that the feel of his tongue is going to bring you back to the edge quickly, especially when his fingers start pounding into you again.

“Vin, I’m gonna,” you don’t get the rest of your words out before it hits you, making you arch your back and let go with a moan as he continues to lap at you, removing his fingers so he can clean up your release with his tongue before he moves to sit on his knees, looking up at your proudly.

“So did I fix your bad day?” he asks, knowing it’ll probably be a few seconds before you respond, catching your own breath.

“Shut up,” you groan, covering your face with your hands as you slowly come back down to yourself.

“We may have to try that again, the coolness of the mint and the fact it made you a lot more sloppy…. Fuck it was amazing.” he says, moving to lay next to you and brush a strand of your hair that fell behind your ear.

He leans down giving you a soft kiss, followed by another and another. Knowing that you love it when he is sweet with you, and smiling to himself when you giggle at his actions.

“My fucking throat hurts now though… you get dinner duty, I need to go take a shower now,” you say softly, smiling when his head lays on your chest while you play with his unruly curls, enjoying the afterglow of what just happened between the two of you.

“Or I can order dinner and we both shower together… after I thank Rick for this,” he says, sighing in content at your comforting touches.

Slowly the two of you get up, him going to do just that and you going to let Naomi know that her boyfriend’s suggestion for A was complete, not wanting to but knowing Vinny won’t get credit for his letter if you don’t let one of them know.

#motionless in white #vinny mauro #motionless in white imagine #fanfiction #bree sucks at fanfiction #chris motionless #ricky olson #ryan sitkowski #justin morrow #ricky horror #Vinny mauro smut #vinny mauro imagine #vinny mauro fanfic #vinny mauro smut #vinny mauro fic #vinny mauro x reader #vinny mauro fanfiction

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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hey bestie love ur writing so much ! <3

I was wondering if you could do some demon!shane being protective over ryan and reader? perhaps with some hurt/comfort thrown in there? I'd love to read it! thanks for writing amazing content, cant wait to read more! <3

I got so happy seeing this request!!! I love the prospect of Shane as a big goofball that also happens to be demonic <3

Edit: this got longer than I was expecting dbsnf

It was ready to kill again.

The spirit had grown restless, almost chaotically so, upon sensing soft foot falls entering its domain. Their bubbly auras pierced through the fog of the afterlife. Opening way to the living world that the evil entity hadn't had access to in a while. For the longest time, the only memory it had of anything beyond white mist was murdering two people while being begged to stop. A mother and father perhaps? It's mother and father?

But oh if that familiar feeling, the rush to commit such unspeakable acts. If it wasn't the most alive feeling it had ever had since—well—dying. People didn't come around often. And if they did, it was only to rest just on the outskirts of the abandoned farmhouse infamous for its double murder. So close but always out of reach. And now? To be rewarded with a hoard of brightly shining people ready for what looked like a long stay?

The spirit could hardly keep itself from phasing right through the floor.

The brightest colors of the group were three people; the radiant of them being a powerful white and purple. They had both been the ones to enter the premises first, followed by people with strange looking metal boxes the violent ghost felt an urge to avoid.

Joy and fear flowed through their pale figure upon getting anywhere near the purple one, the man it emitted from conveying these exact emotions with a nervous tirade of laughter. The ghost cared not for the physical appearance of him, only ever acknowledging them to grow envious at its own lack of one.

Fast paced words flowed from the white one that walked next to the purple man. Words it couldn't understand and certainly didn't care to.

Their color felt more relaxed; excited to be there almost. Expecting. A certain buzzy feeling had jittered the dead spirit with the other one, but those vibrations had dissapeared upon floating closer to the other. It would have frowned if it remembered how to.

Reaching a white wispy claw out, it went to puncture the aura. To make their soul bleed and leak from a place outside the living world. Just as it had once allowed its own family to.

A finger tip had barely touched the bright white light before it felt its very existence start to burn abd writhe with a passion only next to the very fires of hell itself. Like every cell in their form had contorted into the most painful position ever imaginable.

No matter how much it wanted to open its maw and let out a howl worthy of bringing even the bravest men to tears, it couldn't. All it could do was barely make out the boom of a voice resonating in its thoughts. Accompanied by the redest of red lights burning its retinas away into dust.

"Be gone."

And it listened.

"Jesus! Did you feel that (Y/n)? I just got really hot all of a sudden." A voice shrieked, the sound of something dropping before being swooped back up again.

"Nah you still look pretty ugly to me." Someone responded to them with a snicker.

"Shut the fuck up. And you know what I meant!" Ryan hissed.

His eyes were blown wide, looking around frantically while whispering at the cameraman if they got that. (Y/n) was just staring at him with an amused smile, laughing.

Both of them were sporting matching jackets with patches of a logo with a ghost on the side. A bright orange beanie covered some raven curls on Ryan's head, a seperate one tucked in between the side and arm of (Y/n).

"Don't laugh! You can't tell me you didn't feel that!"

(Y/n) simply patted their companion on the shoulder, reassuring him with a teasing smile that they knew better to try and hide. All it got them in return was a punch in the shoulder and more frantic ramblings about spirits.

"Yeah yeah—Hey Shane! Get over here and help me calm down the scaredy cat!"

Ryan trailed off into a soft moment of playground level insults with his fellow ghost hunter. The both of them were so wrapped up in each other and their pitiful jabs at each other they didn't even notice the quiet figure that had since walked over to them.

"Help me out here buddy! Tell (Y/n) that—" But Ryan paused the moment he set eyes on Shane's face. "Woah. Hey what's wrong."

(Y/n) turned to look past their shoulder at Shane, immediately understanding what Ryan meant.

Shane's lips were downturned in such a powerful scowl it made his brows scrunch up. The pair of sun glasses he had been wearing at night for some bit were now no where to be seen, the ferocity of his gaze set on a wall behind (Y/n) and Ryan's heads. He looked like that weird saying. Who pissed in your cheerios or whatever it was. Sayings aside, something clearly was not okay with the tall man.

"Nothing." He mummbled, clearly lying. "Just don't like this place. Bad vibes."

"Right. Says you, the non beliver." Ryan laughed, but there was some concern behind it. He had never seen Shane get like this before. It was new to say the least. He wasn't even this grumpy after using the spirit box.

Shane sighed. "Look. I just—I just don't think we should stay here longer than normal. I'm not feeling like it tonight." He rubbed a hand down his face. (Y/n) noted that he didn't seem tired. Quite the opposite. Just, pissed.

"I get that." They nodded quickly. "If you'd like we could go back and film the rest of this tomorrow or something and fix it in editing. We've done it before a couple times. And hey, at least now we don't have to let anyone know we're gonna be a day late filming. We own the company after all."

Shane hesitantly nodded, agreeing with the compromise. Ryan took that as a sign to start helping the camera crew lug equipment out of there. (Y/n) wasn't too far behind with a smack on the back and enough positive energy to go around.

But Shane lingered, hands clenching and un-clentching in what might've seemed an anxious move to the untrained eye. It wasn't until he couldn't hear the shuffling of his friends feet anymore that he broke the facade.

"Stay the hell away from them." He frowned deeply, dark leathery wings elongating to their full span. It appeared that he spoke to nothing but air, but the demon knew better. "Or I'll personally make sure you bastards end up in the worst circle of hell."

"Hey! Grumpy pants! You coming?" (Y/n)'s voice resonated through the hallways of the structure, reminding Shane he had somewhere else to be. His horns and red eyes quickly dismissed in favor of his typical appearance. One he quite enjoyed.

"Yeah! I'll be right there!"

With one last flip of his middle finger and a gloating smile, Shane turned to jog off in the direction of his friends, happy they wouldn't be messed with for a while.

#shane #shane madej #shane x reader #shane madej x reader #demon!shane #demon!shane x reader #ryan #ryan x reader #ryan bergara #ryan bergara x reader #ghost files #ghost files x reader #bfu x reader #buzzfeed unsolved x reader #request #drabble #fluff #slight angst

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squarebracketsmileyface · 6 months

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I don’t remember if I or anyone else has given this song yet… but Tongues & Teeth by The Crane Wives is so Alex

I love this song, but i usually relate it to Desert Duo (from third life and double life, idk if you know what that is but it's a cool minecraft series and its amazing so you should lol) so I'd never even thought about it in the context of Sorry, It's Locked.

But oh my god?

You're so right?

It's so Alex?

Anyway, uh, Too long and very armature analysis incoming. As usual lol. I have far too many thoughts, as always, about my babies, and I've been writing sorry its locked Jam for the last couple days so I need to remind myself of the dumpster fire of a relationship the fic started with :D (I'm kidding, i love Jaylex in this fic and wish I hadn't done them so dirty, they could have been amazing. but also i love angst)

This whole song feel's like Alex kinda, like, reminiscing over his and Jay's relationship? Or, like, how it ended, but like, reminiscing in the moment? Do you know what I mean? Or is reminiscing over something while it's still happening just a me thing lol. Anyway, super long thing incoming (I'm so sorry, it's so long. This song has me in a chokehold).

I've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel It's all that I can give to you, my dear And when you come in quick to steal a kiss My teeth will only cut your lips, my dear

As far as Alex is concerned, his relationship with Jay didn't start out bad. Back in college, when they started their fwb situation it was pretty healthy (though that did go downhill relatively quickly) It started out fine, but tension grew as soon as Alex realized that Jay actually liked him and that he couldn't bring himself to like Jay back, or to allow himself to like Jay back. That started the friction between them, but they kept fucking because it was fun, they both enjoyed themselves, and Jay didn't call it off yet. Alex definitely liked Jay, but he didn't necessarily know he liked Jay back. And didn't know how to express it, so he just didn't.

Then obviously the stuff with the Operator started, and that changed Alex's personality a lot, making him irritable and unpleasant to be around, even for the people he'd been friends with the longest. His mouth grew sharp and cruel, but he didn't break off his thing with Jay because it was the one place where he actually felt in control of his life. Jay did what Alex told him to, and Alex didn't have to wrestle with himself to not be unkind to him, because that was what Jay wanted (as far as he'd made Alex aware, that was what he wanted out of their dynamic)

If Jay tried to initiate anything softer, or more romantic with Alex back in college (or even just mentioned it, sometimes) Alex would shut him down. His teeth cut Jay's lips when Jay went in to steal a kiss, because Alex couldn't let himself get attached, and if he let Jay kiss him without it being used as something to spur them on to acts where Alex was definitively in control, he wouldn't be able to cope with it.

(jesus this is already so long. im so sorry if you decide to read all of this dude)

And I know that you mean so well But I am not a vessel for your good intent

Jay trying to help Alex after they meet up again is pretty much the last thing Alex actually wants. He asked Jay for help to find Amy while his thoughts were being edited and glitched out by the Operator, so when he first got in contact with Jay again, he did it so he could try and kill Jay. Then he regained his senses a little and realized that the absolute worst thing Jay could do was stick around. Like, obviously Jay meant well in trying to help Alex, but Alex hadn't meant well when he'd asked for help.

Jay wants to help, and he want's to rebuild the friendship he once had with Alex. He wants to help find Amy, despite Alex leaving him for her. He wants to help figure out what happened to Alex back in college. He wants to help figure out how to save Alex from what he's figured out happened. But Alex isn't the person Jay's well intentioned helpfulness should be aimed towards.

Alex doesn't really think he needs saving, he's convinced he has to save everyone else. But he has a twisted understanding of what it means to save people, and his idea of saving people often directly lines up with the things the Operator edits his thoughts to make him do. He doesn't (can't) realize that the things he does to save people (killing them) and the things the Operator edits his thoughts to make him think it's okay to do (killing those same people) are the same thing.

When he has a bit more sense about him, he realises that killing because it's what the Operator put in his head is awful and not something he wants to do. But he doesn't see killing people to 'save them' as the same thing. He barely even sees it as killing half the time, and even when he does, it's for the greater good.

So he doesn't think he needs help and he doesn't think he needs saving. And even if he did realise he needs help, Alex doesn't believe himself worthy of being helped or saved, not when he knows what he really intended to do when he first asked Jay for help.

I will only break your pretty things I will only wring you dry of everything And if you're fine with that You can be mine like that

SO i have two lines of thinking about what this verse could mean

Post College:

Alex doesn't break pretty items that Jay owns (he doesn't have any that Alex could break, really) but he does break Jay in a way. After they argue in the parking lot, he realizes that Jay isn't going to stop trying to help him, no matter what, so he'll have to force him to, by breaking Jay's heart and making him hate him.

Jay's heart is a pretty thing: It was loving even when Alex was giving it nothing but a good fuck in return. It made Jay help Alex with his student film even as Alex became more and more unbearable to work with. It made Jay come back to help Alex all over again when his girlfriend 'disappeared'.

Alex had to save Jay, and his own (deeply buried) feelings for Jay stopped him from just killing him like he had to save Amy, and Seth, and Sarah, and all the others. He had to find another way, and the only way he could think of was to wring Jay dry of every ounce of care he still held for Alex.

During College:

Alex wasn't trying to hurt Jay and break his heart, if anything he felt constantly like he was doing nothing but breaking his own heart over and over again by denying himself the chance to actually date Jay. So he kept up the fwb situation with Jay because it 'suited' both of them (aka neither of them voiced the issues they had with it to the other) until he'd wrung Jay dry and an opportunity to escape having to deal with his own sexuality (Amy) came along.

But, if Amy hadn't come along and offered Alex the perfect way out, he would have kept the fwb going for as long as he could, not willing to give up having Jay in the only way he felt he could until he absolutely had to. If Jay could be fine with that, he could be Alex's like that, with their relationship never progressing and only ever wearing the two of them down until they resented each other and couldn't take it anymore.

They were never not going to go down in flames, but they could light the fire with wet wood and suffocate slowly on the smoke until the fire finally took and burned them up quickly and painfully.

Abandon all your stupid dreams About the girl I could have been, my dear 'Cause in the night I know you burn with feelings I cannot return, my dear Oh, my dear

In college, Alex was silently begging Jay to give up his hopes of ever actually dating him, of them being together officially. He knew what Jay wanted him to be to him, but he also knew that he couldn't be that. He wanted to, somewhere squashed deep down, he really really wanted to be the soft, loving, romantic partner that Jay was waiting and hoping he'd turn into, but he knew it wouldn't happen. Maybe he didn't realize all of that consciously. Consciously he probably just thought he didn't like Jay like that at all, that he was just a good lay and that was the end of it. But he had one too many dreams about taking Jay on quiet, gentle dates for him to really only see Jay as a good fuck.

The thing is though, that he knows what Jay wants them to be to each other. He knows from the way that Jay looked at him whenever he messes up and starts treating him a little nicer, a little gentler, a little softer, when they fuck.

He knows that during those moments where they still together and catch their breaths, and Jay looks up at him like he's hung the stars just because he's brushing his sweaty hair out of his face, that Jay has those feelings and those hopes. And he knows he can't return those feelings. He can't return the love that Jay lavishes on him by not telling him to fuck off and going and finding someone who is willing to treat him the way he really wants to be treated. It kills him, but there's nothing he can do about it.

(Also good news, you're about half way through :D whoooooo, the torment isn't eternal!)

You gotta know that this won't last Desperation will erase the fact I'm keeping all Of the answers in my cigarette box Yeah, the answer's in the second before the other shoe drops And if you're blind to that I am fine with that

Back in college, Alex needed Jay to know that their arrangement couldn't last, that as much as Jay wanted it to work and wanted Alex to magically sort out the shit in his head that left him too scared to even properly date Jay in secret rather than just being fwb, it wouldn't. Alex needed Jay to know that it wouldn't change unless it was to break the whole thing off entirely, which is what happened, it was what was always going to happen. But if Alex could have made Jay realize that that was what he should have expected, and that nothing he could do would 'fix' that, maybe the not-breakup wouldn't have hurt Jay so badly.

Alex didn't want to hurt him, he wasn't trying to hurt him back in college, he was just trying to stop himself from hurting by continuing their fwb relationship. Alex's life was spiraling out of control, his own thoughts were spiraling out of his control, as were his actions sometimes, and the only time he felt secure in his control over himself and his life, was when he was controlling Jay in scenes.

The answers he always gave Jay when Jay got up the courage to try to talk about their relationship, and what he hoped it could become, weren't the truthful answers. Alex told him he didn't like him back, told him he was just a good fuck, when the real answer was that he was terrified out of his mind, and the idea of changing their relationship even a little felt dangerous. Because their fwb relationship worked and it gave Alex the control he needed, if they started dating that would bring in a huge amount of unknown variables, and if it ended up not working? That would leave Alex with nothing. Not to mention the general internalized homophobia, and the homophobia all around them meaning that it could be genuinely dangerous for both of them if the wrong people found out.

So he keeps all the real answers hidden away in a place Jay won't look for them, in a 'cigarette box' (behind the lies he tells instead) because it's something easily hidden, its something that wouldn't look out out of place, just like the lies he tells don't look out of place. Jay has no real reason to question the answers Alex gives him, they make sense and Alex's behavior seems to back up the idea that he doesn't like Jay the same way Jay likes him.

And Jay's desperation to have a relationship with Alex blinds him to the fact that it could actually be possible if only Alex would stop lying to him. Any time Jay sees a crack in Alex's facade he second guesses himself, insisting that it's just wishful thinking and that little glimpse behind the walls Alex has built was just something his hopeful, lovesick mind made up. It's always a split second, something so tiny and easy to miss that Jay automatically dismisses it.

Oh, I will ruin you Oh, I will ruin you It's a habit, I can't help it I know that you mean so well But I am not a vessel for your good intent

After college, when Jay and Alex meet up again and everything that happens after the argument in the parking lot happens, Alex knows that it's a terrible idea. He knows that all it'll do is reopen old, half healed, half festering wounds and rub salt in them, but Jay wants it, and he wants Jay so he doesn't stop them. He's lost all of his friends (whether to death or just distance), he's lost Amy, and the only thing he has left is an old, already failing not-relationship with Jay. So to tries to make himself feel better by rekindling that.

He and Jay fuck in the parking lot and Alex realizes that this is most likely going to be the last chance he ever gets to have Jay back, even just for one night. And if this is the last chance, he doesn't want it to be exactly the same as it was in college, so he takes Jay back to his house and does all the things he'd been too scared to back in college. Because who would find out? And if anyone did? Why would it matter, Alex's life had already fallen apart and become controlled by fear and a monster, what was getting beaten up for being queer in comparison to that?

This was his last chance to have Jay back, and Alex knew he had to make sure of that. He couldn't drag Jay into all of this, so he had to ruin everything in the worst way possible, and having taken Jay back to his house and treated him so nicely was (instead of coming back to bite him in the ass) going to work in his favor. Even in being nice, he was going to be hurting Jay, but that was what he had to do. Hurting Jay is a habit he can't kick, it's woven into his dna at this point and there's nothing he can do about that other than try to twist it into being something that's for Jay's own sake.

If he can just make Jay hate him enough, he can save him, he can drive him away and Jay won't be a target of the man in the black suit.

I will only break your pretty things I will only wring you dry of everything But if you're fine with that If you're fine with that

Same as earlier :]

I will poison all your happy thoughts I will love you like the ashes in my cigarette box And if you're fine with that You can be mine If you're fine with that You can be mine, oh

Jay's 'happy thoughts' that Alex is poisoning are the memories of how nicely Alex treated him when they got back to his house. In the moment of it all, he wasn't thinking of anything other than showing Jay how much he actually cared about him and how he should have been being treated all along. In the moment he just wanted to be good to Jay. It was only afterwards that he realized what he'd have to do, and he took the next morning to spit poison into their breakfast, which could have been a turning point in their relationship if only they weren't doomed by the damn narrative.

So Alex ruins the night before for Jay by telling him he hadn't even wanted to remember that it was him he was fucking. He poisons those memories forever, as well as poisoning the idea of being treated well in general for Jay.

Alex loves all those truthful answers that he kept hidden away behind lies back in college. Those truths are what he was trying to finally finally let out when he and Jay spent the night together at his house.

He loves Jay like he loves those truthful answers that he never got to give him back in college, bitterly. Those truths were things he never thought he'd get to, never wanted to get to tell Jay, they sat rotting behind the lies he told, and now he can only look at them with a painful sort of nostalgia because it's too little too late.

#marble hornets #jay merrick #alex kralie #jaylex #marble hornets fanfic #MH sorry its locked

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 9 months

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A/N = I saw this picture on pinterest and knew I wanted to write something about someone having a petty/hot af gym experience with Toji. I read and edited as much as my eyes would allow. And as always, any grammatical/otherwise errors, lemme know.

T/W = Oral (M->F), brief masturbation, y/n calls Toji "Daddy", lots of unnecessary language, spanking, man in women's locker room (shower), 1 pussy slap, name calling (bitch). And others.

Bastard!Toji hones in on one woman at the gym. They do petty shit to one another, especially at the end.

"Don't call me a bitch.

Bitch"

Most of my dividers were made by @cafekitsune Go. Look. At. Them. They're amaze-balls.

MDNI/NSFW/🔞 -> under the cut.

You stood in your apartment buildings gym and filled your water bottle. Silently working yourself up as this asshole had been on one of your favorite weight machines for well past the 10-minute allotment.

"Tch, motherfucker. He's always doing that! I should turn him in to ... to ... someone." Toji looks up at you, smiles and winks. He motions and mouths the words "You want it?" And waves you over.

Ok, so maybe I was wrong about him, you thought. You put the lid back on your water bottle and walk over to him.

"Hey, sweetheart." Your eyebrows flew up at the cheese he was spewing from his scarred mouth. "You want this after me? I have 30 more reps to do on this arm and 50 on the other. Why don'cha give me your number and I'll call you when it's free. Yeah? My phone is in my front pocket. Go ahead and dig around until you feel something hard and grab it. Play with that for a bit, and then find my phone." He was so foul.

"Don't. Dont call me that." You noticed right away that it was not a question. He'd told you to grab his cock, give him your number, and he'd give you a ring when the machine was free.

"Hard pass, thanksanywaythough." Your words ran together as you denied his ... offer? Was it an offer? No. He was a bastard who saw you as nothing but his next meal. His next conquest.

"There's plenty of other equipment I can use and get the same result. But I s'pose you'd know that if you actually knew what you were doing." You turned on your heels and went across the room. Away from him and his stupid fucking pants that left very little to the imagination.

You started work on another machine, and you didn't take your eyes off of him from the waist down until you'd finished.

⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉ 2 weeks later⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉

You'd just gotten home from a terrible day at work. All you wanted was to eat a pint of Icing on the Cake and then rage-exercise your feelings away. But something gnawed at the back of your mind. It was a Friday and still relatively early in the afternoon.

You twisted your hair around your finger and wondered if he was down there. "The fuck ... am I thinking! I don't CARE. I DON'T CARE if he's there or not. But ... Fuck this." You threw your smallest workout clothes on, the ones that covered the least amount of skin, grabbed a clean water bottle and headed out the door.

The elevator door slid open, and your eyes nearly popped out of your head. "Are you ... fffuck. Of course, you'd be on right now." He was the last person you wanted to deal with. "Look, I had a seriously shit day. I want the machine first. Ok? You can have it all you want over the weekend." You decided for him. An offer he surely couldn't refuse. Right?

"Oh, darlin'. That's absolute shit that you had such a bad day. I'll tell you what, I get it first, and then you can have it after me for the foreseeable future. Mm?"

Your head tipped down so low your chin met the skin of your upper chest. A twisted laugh fell from your lips. "No. That's not what I said. The first thing I said to you was I wanted the fucking thing. Ok! Why are you acting like a toddler that can't have a toy he wants? Jesus. Just, don't talk to me anymore. I really don't like you."

"Oh. Come now, sweetheart. You know you don't mean that." He rubbed the scar on his mouth and purposely licked his lips.

The elevator stopped on the gym floor, and you stepped in front of him to block him from leaving first. Well, that was stupid.

He was over 6' tall. His muscles alone weighed more than you and your 5'3 frame. He lifted you with one arm and held you to the front of his hard body. Each carved muscle crevice sticking into your back made you want to stop struggling against him. But if you did that, you'd ultimately just be giving him what he wants: submission. And you'd sooner eat dirt than let him get anything from you.

"Put me down, you overgrown weed! What the fuck, man?!" You squirmed and fought his hold on you to no avail. "Ok, ok, oh-kayyy. Truce. Mercy. Uncle. Whatever but put me down! Please."

Your meager attempt at calming yourself made him laugh. The sound seeped into your ears. You weren't hating it. Laughter always held a certain spot in your heart. It didn't change the fact that you still hated him, though.

He dropped you to the floor, and you almost fell. "Nice, asshole." You hissed. "I. Am. Getting. That. Machine!" You scrambled to your feet and ran toward your goal.

You made it, too. But something was missing. You looked around you for your bottle of water but it wasn't anywhere to be found.

Until.

You looked around to find Toji. The son of a bitch was drinking from it. From your water. He finished a few giant gulps and dumped the rest over his body. Not only was the fucker getting to you with his obscenely palatable looks, but now his wet pants clung to his crotch even tighter than before. You'd be damned if your eyes didn't trail down his chest and rest on his bulging cock.

He watched you lose every ounce of fight you had left and he flexed his long cock. Solely for you.

Oh no. You thought. Oh, no no no. Look away, y/n. Look. Away.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing! Oh my god! Stop it! That's mine!! The wa– the water bottle is mine!" He polished off the bottle and threw it in the garbage. "Oh, you motherfff–"

"It's right here. Jesus. Why don't you grab a tampon and plug your hole before you stroke out. Now move. I'm first. I always go first."

"Fuck ... off. If you think that was my only water bottle then you must be dumber than you look. I'm not going anywhere. I think I'll work on my arms the whole time I'm here. Yep! Right here. On my favorite equipment. Mm-hmm. Here I go! Oh, oh yeah. That burn is ... oh shit. It's orgasmic!"

"You. Bitch." He said with no tone. And at that moment you swear a light bulb exploded over his head. "You really wanna start this shit with me? You're sure? You will be begging for me to stop by the end of the day. So help me." He promised.

He walked to the main office and you heard him say something to the manager. Then they both came out and walked toward you.

"Miss Y/L/n? Um, this is awkward. You've never caused any trouble here. And I don't know why you'd decide to start now. Over a weight machine, nonetheless. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you a warning about your aggressive behavior."

You leaned into the manager's small frame. Probably not the best idea since you were accused of being 'aggressive'.

"You're, you're what? You're giving me a warning for WHAT!?" You glared at where Toji was standing; like a victim. But you saw it: the subtle uptick of the corners of his mouth. Slimy bastard.

"Mr. Fushiguro told me what happened between you with ... with the weight machine." They shook their head, disappointed in your alleged behavior. "There are signs posted all over the gym, Y/L/n. And another thing? It's immature of you to throw his water bottle away."

"I didn't ... wait ... he's the one ..." It was useless. The manager was already walking back to their dark little room. You glared incredulously at Toji.

"You're the bitch here." Your words did not affect the man. You stomped away, so pissed you don't want to do anything at all now. "I'll remember this, and you owe me a water bottle. Bitch."

Toji just took his place on the machine and began to press the weights like a working mule.

⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉ 1 week later⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉

Today was the day. You were going to get a full arm workout. Your new outfit was so cute. It showed just enough of your skin to draw his attention, but not so much he'd assume you were trying to gain his gaze.

You got into the cropped sports bra and the pants that matched it and made sure everything was pointing in the right direction. But before you went to the elevator, you smacked on a thermal lip balm. It warmed at the heat from your lips and turned a cute, natural shade of bright pink.

You didn't understand why you wanted his attention. It was fun to keep his flexing junk on a constant loop in your head, though. It was becoming a pretty big distraction. No matter how many times you took matters into your own hands and tried to relieve the ever-present want between your legs, nothing you did brought you any relief.

You decided to exercise the lust right out of you.

As you locked your door behind you, Toji showed up and stood right in front of the elevator doors. He nearly blocked your way in. "Oh god. Why? Why are you always here when I am? It's a 24-hour gym. You can go another time? Why every night at 5:30?"

He turned to you and raised an eyebrow. "First, my name isn't 'Oh god.' It's Toji. Remember that. There's a good chance you'll be sittin' on my face screaming it out." He looked down at you with a playfulness in his eyes. "My face or somethin' else. And, unfortunately, you only feel like you own 5:30 rights to the apartment's gym. I'll go whenever I fuckin' wanna go." The elevator doors opened. "You comin', sweetheart?"

There it was again. The familiar pull of your throbbing cunt toward this beast of a man. He was so big. His body was hard everywhere. Even his cock seemed to be half hard all of the time. You hoped your new workout clothes would make him sorry for ever being a shit to you.

But so far, just standing next to him, he treated you like it were any other day that you both braced at the other's presence. But he didn't change when he was near you. Only you seemed to shift.

"You can have it first, ok? Just wipe it down for fucks sake. You sweat rivers when you do that." He smiled at your concession. But that was it. He didn't say thank you or look at you.

You stepped off into the gym after he did, and you went right for the leg machines.

He looked around the space and then at you settling in to do some leg presses. "What are you doin', baby? You want to go first today, that's fine."

"No, I said you can go first. I don't care anymore."

"No, really. Go first." He sat down on the bench. "Here, I'll watch ya."

"Why the hell would I do that?! You're just gonna watch me, and then, you're gonna sit there and judge my form or some shit. You're the worst person I've ever met."

"Ok, how about we both judge each other?"

"That's stupid, Toji." You sighed. It was exhausting having to have a conversation with him. "You just want to see me bend over."

"You know me so well, sweetheart."

"Don't call me that."

"Alright, alright. Jesus. Now, get over here, you're goin' first. And don't give me any lip ... about this, anyway. You can give me any other kinda l–"

You whacked him on the chest. "Stop there. I'll kick your ass if you finish that sentence. Got it, sweetheart?" You puffed your chest out and tried your best to be intimidating. But try as you might, Toji could squash you if he wanted to.

And oh, how you wanted him to fold you up, but you'd already decided you'd rather eat dirt than let this man within 6 inches of your dripping cunt. Wait ... did you just say dripping?

Fuh-uh-uck y/n! You're wet and it's because of him. Way to keep your eye on the balls – BALL.

Your face pinked up. And you hated yourself a little bit more for letting him get under your skin. There was something about him. His to-hell-with-it approach. You were drawn to him.

You stood with one leg crossed over the other, giving it your all to come across as though you were doing an exotic stretch.

"Hey, sweetheart, you look like you're, uh, trying not to cum. You doin' all right?" He let out a loud laugh.

You gasped at his observance. "I ... wh–. I told you not to call me that. Shut the fuck up. Take the machine. I never want to see it again." You skittered across the floor. Your hips swaying from one side to the other, and back again. For him. This guy. Such an asshole. Saying that to me. Absolutely no tact.

You got into the last shower in the women's locker room as soon as your clothes were off. The heat between your legs reaching a whole new level. And now that you think about it, you haven't felt this horny in a long time.

He was so crude and almost dirty ... and ... oh ... How you want him to fuck you.

The hot water eased some of the tension in your muscles. You washed your hair and conditioned it. When it came time to wash your body, everything was going smoothly until you started to soap up your breasts, stomach, thighs, and beyond. Turning down the water temperature, you hoped it would cool you somehow. But all it did was make you painfully aware of how badly you wanted Toji in there with you. To take the brunt of the icy spray hitting your half washed body.

It was impossible to ignore the urge to finger yourself.

You lowered your hand and your fingers ran circles around the soft flesh of your clit. It didn't take much for your walls to start contracting.

"Oh, god, mmhm."

There was a noise out in the dressing room. "Hello? I ... I h–hello? Goddamn it. I was getting close. Ok, ok." You sunk back against the opaque tiled wall and began running your fingers through your tender folds, approaching your orgasm, once again, almost too quickly.

You called out Toji's name as you came all over your hand. "Toj'– oh god, you're s'big! Yes, fuck me, Toji!" You moaned a little too loudly. Would anyone hear you? No one else was in there and the gym itself was pretty quiet for a Friday evening. Good. This was all good.

Just as you were about to turn the water off, the curtain was pulled back and your eyes popped wide open. "Oh my god! What are you doing?"

"Oh, darlin' ... I'm not the one who just blew her load while saying my name. That's just sad, sweetheart."

"Stop calling me that!! Oh, I can't believe this! How dare you come in here! All ... all fucking naked and ... and ... big! Just go away. What the fuck are you doing anyway?"

"I came in here to shower and ... wait. Did you say big? Well, darlin', that's not even the tip of the iceberg. I'll show you if you stop covering yourself."

You realized what you were doing. Your hands were covering your breasts and pussy. The cold water from the shower head was still pouring over you. You were nearly shivering.

"Fuck you, Toji. I'm not moving. You can go to a different shower. How about one in the nens locker room!"

"Now, sweetheart, why ya gotta go and be like this? You finished showerin' and fuckin'." He laughed, "Thoroughly, from what I heard." He grabbed his fat cock and pumped it in his fist a few times, slowly. "And these showers are nicer. Better water pressure. You're cold. Here, let me warm ya."

He pulled your arms down to fully expose you. "W-wait, what are you doing? Oh... god. D-don't... come closer."

"I'm not coming closer. You're the one getting closer."

You hadn't realized that it was you making your way toward him. You could feel his body pressing up against yours. "Toji, why are you ... I, please, don't. This isn't the time or place ... You need to ... to ..." You tried to sound stern but it was hard. His scent was getting stronger. His body is more intoxicating. Your words lost momentum the more you tried to convince yourself that he should stop.

He smelled like sweat and man. Not that gross, musty body odor that certain men carry after a heavy workout. This smelled like pure sex. You wanted to bottle it and save it for a rainy day.

"What's the matter, sweetheart? Cat got your tongue?"

"What the hell does that even mean? And I told you to stop ... y'know, whatever. Whatever."

"You've got no sense of adventure, do ya, sweetheart. You're too afraid to admit you're not as good at hiding your desire for me than you thought. You're afraid I'll be better at pleasuring you than anyone else has been." Toji squeezed the head of his cock and threw his head back, letting out a growl.

He was standing in the shower with you now. His cock was dragging across your belly with each twist of his hips. You were quickly losing the composure you always try to maintain around Toji. He can sense the heavy shift in your energy, and he cages you in against the shower wall with his toned body.

You stood there like a baby deer in the headlights. Nothing you did would lessen your fixation on how you felt as he stood so tall over you.

It took all your reserved efforts to lift your hands and grab his biceps. He saw you struggling with this. You two had been dancing around each other for weeks. When you'd declare your hatred for him, it gave him life. He thrives on the frustration you give to him and what he gives to you.

His large palms slid down the length of your sides until he was holding your hips. He was waiting for you to either push him away or pull him closer. You chose the latter.

You brought his wet body to your face and digging your nails into him, you licked his pecs.

"Mm, there's a good girl. Now, why don't you tell Daddy what you want, hm?" You almost came when he said that.

He lifted you like you were nothing but a child's plaything. So malleable. The transparency of your newfound intention made his cock leak.

"Please, Toji."

"Daddy, sweet–sweetheart."

"P–please, Daddy. Please, fuck me. Make me cum, Daddy."

"Yeah? Well let's, mmm, see what we can – ah fuck – do about ... that ..." He had lined himself up with your hole, teasing you, making you beg. You couldn't even look at him. Not only were you embarrassed, but he was just too intimidating. "Come on, baby. Tell me, how much ya want it."

"M'Toj', s‐someone might come in."

He kissed your wet breasts and assured you, "The only ones comin' in here will be me and you. I sent everyone home. Told'm I'd lock up when we were done."

"Wh– how? How can you just kick out a bunch of people?" Just who had you gotten yourself mixed up with.

"You don't know, sweetheart? Heh, well, shit. I own this apartment building. Yep. S'all mine."

"What?" You were trying to process what he said and not be so distracted by his dick rubbing all over you.

"You heard me. Now, let me taste that sweet, tight pussy."

Jesus fuck he's so hot. You tried everything to wiggle down a little lower so you could sit yourself down on his cock, but he wouldn't let you. "No, baby. Lemme taste."

He pushed your back against the wall and spread your legs around his neck. His mouth was hot. You felt him moan and grumble against your mound as he ate your pussy like it was his first and last time. His excitement was contagious.

He was careless with his movements but precise in his direction. Sloppy wasn't the word that came to mind. Nothing came to mind because you couldn't concentrate on anything but how his tongue darted in and out of your body.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The sensation was so much more than you'd expected. This wasn't the kind of sex you'd had before. It wasn't the kind of sex you'd heard others speak about. You'd never, even in your dirtiest dreams and fantasies, thought this existed.

And yet, here you are. Your ass resting in Toji's hands, back steadying against the somewhat warmed tile. Your legs tightly wrapped around his neck while he sucks on your clit. How did you get so lucky.

He was taking his time, savoring the way you tasted. His lips pressed and sucked every bit of your skin and nibbled on your inner thighs.

"Mmmm ... T–Daddy. "

"Good girl. Y'gonna cum for Daddy, sweetheart?"

"Hahhh, yes, Daddy! Please, don't ... don't stop. I'm s'close, Toji."

"Fuck, sweetheart. Say that again, baby."

"Say ... say wha–"

"My name." He put his mouth back on you so gently. Lulling you into a false sense of security.

"Toji, oh god, fuck!"

He stopped for a moment and eased you down the front of his body. Your pussy nearly swallowing his entire length.

He felt the exquisite brush of your tight hole against his head. "Ohh shit, darlin'. But not yet."

"Toji, what ..."

"Hold on." He left the steamy enclosure of the walls and opened a cupboard in the locker room area.

"Ok, sit on this so you don't get cold." He laid out a plush towel for you over the wide bench in the large shower.

You sat as he got down on his knees in front of you. "Hmm. Now ... where was I ..." Toji buried his whole face between your folds. Licking and sucking at your soft flesh. The bridge of his nose hitting your clit just so. Quietly daring you to rub yourself on him and driving you further down.

Your head fell back as he got you right back to where you were before the change of position. His hands found their way up under your thighs and he pulled you forward with such force you had to stand or you'd fall.

And so, you stood over Toji now as he played in your cunt with his greedy mouth. You ran your hands through his black hair, tugging hard on it when he hit just the right spot and just the right speed.

He spread and smacked your ass cheeks. Ultimately sliding two rough fingers in between your lower lips to tease your sopping wet entrance.

"Fuck you taste so good, sweetheart. I could do this all day. I could do this all night. Let's do that. Yeah, darlin'? Wanna fuck all night?"

"Yeah, yes. M'close, Toji. So ... close ... Da–Daddy!"

"Cum for me, baby. Cum on Daddy's tongue. Let it go. Come on, sweetheart. I want it."

Your eyes squeezed shut, your head thrown back, and the muscles in your lower abdomen pulled tight. He held you still by the backs of your thighs and forced you to stay upright. "Mmmm, fuck, yes. Right there. Keep ... oh god ... yes! Yesyesyes! Oh FUCK! TOJIII!"

Your world was spinning as you came on his face and chest. He didn't care. He kept eating you out until you pushed him away. Your pussy was beyond overstimulated. So you pulled away and sat down slowly, trying to get your jellied legs to cooperate.

You were both breathing heavily, but Toji's breathing was different. It was deeper, almost raspier. You looked up at him and found him stroking his leaky reddened cock.

"Toji, let me ... I wanna–"

"Mmm. No." He said as his head fell down to watch as his hand wrapped around the tip.

"But ..."

"No."

"I ... I ... ok."

"What the hell kinda response is that? 'Ok?' Jesus, sweetheart. Get on the fuckin' floor."

"I didn't mean it like tha–"

"Sweetheart, do I gotta spank ya? 'Cuz I'll do it."

"Oh. You're just ... uhm. You're kinda ... I like ... I'd like that."

"Yeah? I thought so. Get down here."

You lowered yourself onto his legs, positioning your belly just over his thighs. His full length is so close to you. "Wait, wait. Hold on. You can't ... can't spank me. I need ..."

"What? What do you need?"

"You can't spank me unless you're inside me." You stuck your tongue out at him.

"Well well well. Look whose bratty little self is back." He crossed his arms over his large chest.

"I'm not a brat."

"Oh yeah? Prove it." He slipped his hand between your thighs and spread your legs, giving your cunt a little smack.

"AH! How?"

"By being a good little girl and letting Daddy spank you." He said sharply.

"What if I'm not Daddy's good girl? Will you spank me even harder?"

"Maybe."

"Well, in that case, make me. Fucker."

He smacked you, not too hard, and rubbed his large palm over your blushing ass cheek. "Again."

*Smack. Smack. Smack.* He bit into the red skin and ran his fingers teasingly around your entrance. Pulling away when he felt you trying to suck him in.

"Tojii ..."

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"Will you ..."

"... I'm waiting," he said, impatiently.

"Will you fuck me, Daddy? Please?" You batted your lashes. "I want you so bad."

He smiled. "You sound so cute when you beg. But no. I don't think so. Here's $25 for a new water bottle though. See ya 'round, bitch." He stood up, washed his body off and walked out of the shower. Leaving you with a wink, a shit-eating grin, and crumpled cash.

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Request:

14. “Stay away from me!”

A mister Antonio Racetrack Higgins x f!reader

She’s new to being a Newsie and she doesn’t know who she can and can’t trust because she has had a rough life in the past which has left her to feel like she can’t trust anyone. So she keeps her guard up but eventually she decides she can trust Race and she lets her guard down around him and only him and maybe show once her guard is down with him but isn’t with the rest so she isn’t chill around them and only Race?

Sorry that is a lot. I really like ur writing tho so yeah!

Awwww this one's such a cute idea - I hope that this fits your idea!! I'm so glad you like my writing!!

Angst 14: "Stay away from me!"

Blurb Requests still open!

"This waistcoat is amazing, Sunny!" Race announced, sliding into the table beside Y/N in Jacobis.

Y/N rolled her eyes and plucked the cigar from his lips. Race shot her a cheeky grin and pulled out another one, which Y/N promptly removed again.

"I told you to stop calling me that," she muttered.

"I thought I was the exception - you made me a new waistcoat and everything," Race joked, finally giving up on trying to light up a cigar and instead leaning back on the chair to prop his feet up on the table.

"Tell any of the others that and I'll chop your balls off - I know where you sleep, Higgins."

"We should warn Spot Conlon that Sunny here's coming for his brand," Jack teased, joining them at the table. Race brightened up, while Y/N tensed, glaring at the newsboy.

"Stop calling me that," she gritted out.

"But you're just such a ray of sunshine," Albert joked as he, too, joined them holding a glass of water.

Y/N clenched her jaw, glaring holes in the table.

"Guys stop it," Race said with a slight laugh.

"But she's just been so open and friendly since she got here - what else could we possibly call her?" Finch said, clapping a hand on Y/N's shoulder.

Y/N gripped onto his hand and threw it off of her, standing up and pushing Finch back, sending him tumbling back a couple of steps.

The Manhattan Newsies fell silent, all eyes watching the exchange. But Y/N didn't have it in her to care, anger boiling in her veins. She stepped forwards again and jabbed Finch in the chest.

"Don't fucking call me that. And stay away from me," she hissed, then addressed the room at large. "All of you."

Y/N turned and stamped out of the restaurant. The moment that the door closed behind her, though, she dropped the stern facade and took off running, ignoring the tears that were blurring her eyes and the angry shouts of other pedestrians as she almost bowled over them in her haste to get as far away as possible.

It wasn't until the Brooklyn Bridge stood in front of her that she stopped, gasping for breath and leaning against the railings. She pulled off her hat - gifted to her the very day she had turned up, prickly and rude to cover her terror - and pressed it to her mouth to try and muffle her sobs.

It was only a couple of moments later that more wheezing breaths met her ears. She forced herself to look over at Race, who was doubled over, two newspaper bags slung over his shoulders.

"Jesus, Sunny - they should call you Racetrack. You run fucking fast," Race gasped out. "Sorry - know you said not to call you that."

"You probably wouldn't be so out of breath if you stopped smoking," Y/N whispered, not acknowledging the name. Because Race had been right in his earlier teasing - he was the exception.

Her friend offered her a smile and flopped onto the ground beside her. He hesitated and then lifted his arm, and Y/N fell into the embrace.

"I'm sorry about them - they've seen you opening up to me, thought it meant they could act the same as I do," Race whispered. Y/N just shrugged, still nestled into the crook of his arm.

"I just don't know how to do it."

"Do what?"

"You know..." Y/N shuddered a little. "Trust them, I guess? How do I know they're not going to... hurt me? Or try and send me back?"

Race's arm tightened around her and Y/N felt him press a kiss to the top of her head.

"You don't," he murmured. "I wish I could stop all the awful shit that happened to you before you found me - found all of us. But I'm glad you got here now," he kissed her hair again. "And we've all got our shit that landed us as Newsies. So all of them get it, even while they're dicks a lot of the time. But you trust me, right?"

Y/N pulled away from him, wiping her eyes. She mustered up a smile.

"Against my better judgement," she joked. Race rolled his eyes and reached over to ruffle her hair.

"So if you can't trust them yet - trust me. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you again, Sunny."

Y/N burst out laughing and lent back into Race, nestling her face into his neck.

"Anyone but you calls me that again and I'll bring them here and push them off of the fucking bridge."

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I just finished reading chapter 3 & 4 of commander snow and WOW!!! How are you not on New Yorks best selling author list? Jesus your writing is AMAZING!!!

Okay the way he grabbed her neck and kept kissing and biting her neck while she was searching him for morphling in so much distress was so hot 🥵🥵 (I mean all the sexual content in commander snow is so hot; don’t even get me started on him eating her out and forcing her to give him 2 bjs in less than 24 hours 😂 soooo much to unpack there in those scenes *CHEFS KISS* MUAH)!!! He’s so proud of himself after that too with digging into that apple pie and feeding it to her 😂 And what’s this whole deal about him not fucking her until he goes back to the capitol? What does this man have planned for her?

The way he has this constant need for validation to feel love and nurture from the her warms my heart 🥹 even tho this man delusional as fuck and I shouldn’t feel bad for him but you got me conflicted over here and I WANT HIM TO CORRUPT ME😭 He’s so possessive over her and her independence 😫🥵

Coryo really out here using readers toothbrushes in both commander snow and snow lands on top 😂 but I find them sharing it so hot. I also love how this man has a constant slapping kink in each of your fics hehehe 🥵

Idk why but the way he takes over her whole bed is so funny to me 😂 but him taking her wrist and rubbing it 🥹 even though he’s the one who damaged it in the first place 😂 and the tending to her mother and comforting her (again his own damn doing LOL)

When he says “I’ll never understand why they run.” Really boy? Really? Are you really that delusional?

I really appreciate you making these super long cause that’s my jam and can’t get enough!!! Also what I love about your dark coryo work is that you make them DARK DARK which is my absolute undoing in the world of dark fiction 🫠

I am missing so much moreeeee here but your work is making me go FERAL RN I HONESTLY CANT THINK STRAIGHT WITH THIS MAN ROAMING AROUND IN MY HEAD 247😫

I also wanted to talk about snow lands on top real quick. I LOVE Mabel absolutely love her. (Bad bitch fearless energy) especially when she drops his clothes on the floor refusing to wear them "no, thank you" 😂 And can we take a minute to acknowledge how CUTE the name Mabel is?

The way you portray Dr. Gaul is soooooooo scary scary ACCURATE to the tea! That woman truly terrifies me 😂

The way he just threatens her and her family and commands her what to do and what not to do 😫 the asking her to help him with his sock made me giggle lol.

I see grandma’am is still the same bitter old lady 😂 And the whole thing at the dinner table with the bread is so funny yet so cute on Mabels part🥹 coryo was getting really agitated at that 😂 she definitely tests his limits which is why I love Mabel sm!!

Okay him teaching her how to read and write 🫠 he's basically training her like a dog 😂 from district scum to captiol gal!!

And not this man drugging her and sprinkling his manhood all over her stomach while she’s laying there like sleeping beauty 😂 still have to give him some respect for not going all the way with her whilst in her deep slumber 😂

I cannot WAIT for the next part to drop on both these AMAZING stories!!!!!!!!!!!

This is possibly my favourite ask ever 🥺😭 you are far too kind!

Thank you for taking the time out to read my work, and further time to write out this lovely comment! It’s means so much.

Commander snow is only nice when you are nice. Which is so hard because he is so terrible!

I am really trying to link his sad backstory as to why he acts certain ways towards the reader.

Also!

I did not even pick up that both Coroys used the same brush! Good eye! I suppose it is just super hot!

I think he is more cocky than delusional in that scene.

“I never understand why they run” because I always catch them.

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Coriolanus snow also haunts my head! He’s got free realestate there.

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I AM SO GLAD YOU LIKED SNOW LANDS ON TOP.

Thank you again! Please let me know what you are thinking about each chapter, I love your thoughts ❤️❤️

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow

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The Price Of Love (Modern!Ivar AU)

A Modern!Ivar x F Reader

Warnings - See individual chapters. STRICTLY 18+

Synopsis - Money isn’t everything.

Word Count - 3229

Note - This is the second fic I ever wrote and I’m not sure why I never posted it. I think I started writing The Arrangement not long after and kind of fell out of love with this one. Still, it’s been festering in my completed docs for well over a year so I figure I might as well post it 😬 It’s fluffy, and maybe a little cheesy (and by a little I mean a lot!) so if that’s your bag I hope you enjoy it!

Moodboard - The beautiful moodboard is made the magical, amazing @serasvictoria. Thank you so much xxxx

This was beta read by my aussie wife who has left Tumblr. All love, all the time Lou x

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CHAPTER 14

The morning of the ball you are a bag of nerves.

“Y/N, I’ve done something and I don't want any protests because it’s done now and I can’t undo it.” Ivar's warning tone is surprising.

Your eyes narrow suspiciously. “What have you done, Ivar?”

“I may have arranged for a hair stylist and a makeup artist to come here to get you ready for the ball. Please don’t take it the wrong way like I think you aren’t capable of doing it yourself, I just wanted to pamper you a bit, try and take off some of the pressure. Ok?” His face is pulled in apprehension.

You walk to him and throw your arms around his neck.

“Oh thank fuck, thank you so much, Ivar! I’ve been so worried about doing my own hair and I was kicking myself that I hadn’t booked in anywhere. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” You cover his face in kisses.

His face is so proud it’s adorable.

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The glam team gets to his apartment and immediately starts discussing what to do for you. You show them the dress.

“I had an idea for hair earlier, I was thinking soft waves, like a 40s siren. With bright red lips?” You show them some pictures.

“Perfect. Classic. Love it,” shouts Caleb and he starts moving your hair into the shape in the photo.

“Yes, I’ve the perfect shade of red for your skin tone, we will do a less bold eye with statement winged liner” Jasmine, the makeup artist says excitedly.

They get to work right away.

Esmé even comes over a bit later in the day to make sure everything with the dress is ok.

“I feel like I’m heading off to the bloody Oscars,” you huff out a laugh at the three of them.

“You bloody look like you are,” Caleb retorts.

“It’s an important social event, Y/N,” Esmé tells you.

“Not as important as Pizza Sundays with the girls, which you must come to by the way. Sadie says she knows you and she asked me to ask you to come if I saw you again,” you tell Esmé, a little blush forms on her face at the mention of Sadie. You grin at her. It’s the same blush Sadie had when you mentioned you’d met Esmé.

“Sounds great, I would love to.”

When you are all ready you slip on Aslaug's heels and look at yourself in the mirror. You barely recognise yourself. Jesus Christ, I actually look hot. Legitimately hot. Ivar is going to be so proud to be seen with me.

Caleb, Jasmine and Esmé act like your own personal hype men which gives you the confidence to go and show Ivar. The three of them pack up and head for the elevator shouting out to Ivar that he is in for a treat.

You leave Ivar’s room, looking forward to his reaction.

He is waiting for you as you round the corner into the living room area.

His mouth drops open. He’s deliberately chosen to not see your dress and has not been in the bedroom all afternoon, so this is the first time seeing you in anything like this.

“See, baby, you can polish a turd.” you joke and laugh at yourself.

He just stares at you. Mouth wide open. Eyes roaming all over you.

You do a little twirl and look at him over your shoulder, letting him see your naked back with the line of jewels running down your spine. He groans at the sight of you, covering his mouth and rubbing his chin. You spin back round to face him.

“Say something, Ivar. I’m getting uncomfortable with you just staring at me!”

“We can't go,” he says seriously. “It’s a bad look for the CEO to be walking around with a raging hard on all night.” You burst out laughing at his words.

“I can’t even help you with it, I can’t mess up my makeup or hair!” You tell him from under your lashes.

“You are breathtaking. You are stunning. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. None of these words are doing you justice, Y/N.”

You eyes sweep over him in his tuxedo. “You look incredible in that tux, sexy as fuck” you walk to him but he steps away.

“Just let me look at you for a bit longer. My god, what did I do in a previous life to deserve you?” His voice is nothing but sincere.

You huff out a laugh at him. “Probably the same thing I did to deserve you,” you walk to him and cup his cheek, “we better get going.” His face is dazed. “Ivar, snap out of it, we need to go,” you laugh at him.

“Ok, but you have to walk in front of me all night so I can admire the view,” his voice is predatory now.

“Deal.”

“Oh, Sadie sent me some cufflinks, can you do them up for me?” He holds out the box. Two cufflinks with your initials engraved on one and his initial engraved on the other.

“You don’t have to wear those, Ivar,” you tell him, you wonder if he is doing it for Sadies sake.

“I fucking do, I love them,” holding his arms out for you to help him.

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You navigate the red carpet quickly, you spend a couple of minutes being photographed with Ivar, it’s so disorientating. People are shouting your names and you need to get out of the flashes so you whisper to Ivar you are going to head inside to the party, he gives you a kiss and the flashes go wild. You hurry inside leaving Ivar to it. You head to the bar quickly, and order an old fashioned. Your hands are shaking.

Hvitserk finds you trying to steady your nerves.

“Y/N, so nice to finally meet you in person, not just on FaceTime! I feel like I know you already the amount of time Ivar spends talking about you,” he smiles at your cringing face. “How was the red carpet?”

“Fucking horrific. I’m shaking!” You exclaim. You show him your trembling hand and he takes it in his.

“It gets easier, promise. You look amazing, by the way. Ivar has been smitten with you since you first met, as was Ubbe, I can see why,” he gives a smile, “I’m pleased that Ivar was the one, Y/N. He deserves happiness, and it’s clear you give him that.” You give him a look of genuine appreciation and a peck on the cheek.

“Get off her,” Ivar's voice is joking behind his brother “I refuse to let another Lothbrok man kiss my girl.” You both spin to him, Hvitserk puts both hands up and smirks at Ivar.

“Baby, just a heads up. Freydis is here, she just came up to me on the carpet and there were pictures taken.” He looks so angry that it makes you chuckle.

“Meh, don’t worry about it,” you shrug.

“Two old fashioneds please.” Ivar asks the bartender, giving you a wink.

“How has you being polite become an ‘in’ joke for us?” You laugh.

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The night is surprisingly fun. The music is good and Ivar asks you to dance when a slow song comes on.

He leads you to the dance floor and pulls you close to him, one hand entwined with yours and the other hand slides down from the nape of your neck coming to rest on the small of your back.

It’s almost as though you are the only people in this ballroom, but you quickly become aware of the eyes on you and he must feel the tension in your body.

“Just ignore everyone, love. Don't worry about the eyes, it’s just you and me. Like it always is, like it always will be. They don’t matter.” His voice is so reassuring that you relax into him.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers in your ear, “Thank you so much for coming with me tonight. I used to dread these things but now I have you, it’s enjoyable. I love you.” Your heart skips a beat and you kiss him on his cheek.

“I love you, Ivar.” You can feel his smile against your cheek.

“Baby, we can’t stop dancing until my boner goes down.” He says quietly, making you throw your head back in laughter.

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Ivar has to go and mingle with the guests and you head towards the restrooms.

Aslaug catches your eye as you walk through the event and beckons you over. She gives you a kiss on the cheek.

“Y/N. Stunning, sensational, classic.” She tells you, you spin around to show her the necklace.

“Perfect, very you,” she winks and you laugh. You chat for a few minutes then you head off to use the bathroom.

You couldn’t have picked a more awkward time. Freydis is standing, reapplying her lipstick in the mirror.

You use the toilet and come out to wash your hands. She is still standing looking in the mirror.

“Oh hello. Nice to meet the woman who stole my boyfriend,” she spits the words at you.

You turn to look behind you for dramatic effect, you know she’s speaking about you. You let out a massive sigh. “We both know that’s not true. You weren't together.”

“Well we would have been if it wasn’t for you. He’s just slumming it with you for a bit then will come back to the calibre of woman he deserves.” She goes back to applying her lipstick with a satisfied look on her face.

You scoff and turn to leave, but you can’t let her rudeness slide.

“You think you are better than me, why is that?” You walk to her side and face her. She shifts uncomfortably.

“You aren't a patch on me. You don’t move in the same circles as us. He needs someone more accomplished than you,” she says patronisingly, looking you up and down.

“How are you accomplished?” You ask genuinely.

“I am on the board of charities, I have raised huge amounts of money.” She looks so self satisfied it irks you.

“Freydis, that’s amazing, genuinely, but you are able to do that because you were born into an incredibly wealthy family. You haven’t had to make your own way in the world. Do you even pay for your own house, car, clothes, food? Don’t get me wrong, good for you, I am not hating on you, but don’t for one second think you are better than me because of it. You are just luckier than me because of it.” Your tone is light as you explain your view to her, her face is shocked.

You go to leave but turn back to her, “Ivar and I are in love, I’m sorry if you like him and that hurts your feelings, but that’s the reality of it.”

A fleeting expression of sadness crosses her face. You give her a quick sympathetic squeeze on her hand and leave.

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You head to the bar and order your usual. As you are enjoying watching the bartender make your drink, the hairs in the back of your neck prickle. You feel a finger slide from your neck all the way down your spine and dip under the fabric of your dress into the crack of your ass. You spin around shocked, you thought it was Ivar at first but you know he wouldn’t have gone below the line of your dress in a room full of his colleagues. He wouldn’t disrespect you like that.

You are faced with a giant man, you only reach up to his chest, with heels on. His face is familiar, he reminds you of Ubbe.

“Hello beautiful, that’s quite the dress.” His eyes are all over you and it makes your skin crawl.

Anger flares within you at his disrespect. “Don’t touch me like that. Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“Someone who can show you a good time, or maybe you can show me a good time. Do you charge by the hour?” His hand reaches out to touch your shoulder, you flinch away from him and he laughs “I’m Bjorn Lothbrok.”

This is Ivar’s half brother, same father, different mother. Ivar hasn’t told you much about him, but what he has told you isn’t positive.

The memory of his fingers on you makes outrage course through your veins, why do some men think they can do whatever they want to women? And he thinks I am a prostitute. You are seething. The wild woman within you makes you decide to teach the oaf a lesson, the setting you are in be damned.

You smile seductively and take a step into his space. He raises an eyebrow at your movement but his expression changes quickly when he feels your stiletto on the top of his foot. You shift all your weight onto the heel digging into him. His face grimaces and he goes to push you off him.

“Don’t make a scene, big man, if you touch me I will be very, very vocal,” you threaten him as you grind your stiletto further into his foot with a sickenly false smile on your face.

Your lip curls in disgust. “Do not ever touch a woman you don’t know like that again, you fucking pervert. Women aren’t here for your enjoyment, we have a right to feel safe and remain unmolested. Whether you believe me to be a prostitute or not, that is not how you approach a woman.” You nod at him with your eyebrows raised. You grind your heel again, getting satisfaction from the pain that crosses his features.

“Now, can I remove my heel and let you out into this civilised crowd with a promise you will keep your filthy fucking hands to yourself?” Your voice is light and airy but you are still feeling a burn of rage in your stomach.

You look down at his shoe, your heel has pierced the leather and probably the skin under it. Good.

“You might need some antiseptic on that foot, the expensive Italian leather hasn’t offered you much in the way of protection, has it?” You remove your heel, painfully slowly so you can see the savour the look on his face.

“I’m going to have you thrown out of here, you little fucking bitch!” His face is pulled into a threatening expression.

“Oh I’m not a little bitch, I’m a giant fucking bitch when it comes to dealing with assholes like you. Good luck getting me thrown out, you fucking ape,” you hiss at him.

Ivar has caught the end of the exchange and hurries over to you, searching your face. He puts his arm around your waist and stares at Bjorn.

“Is she yours?” Bjorn asks Ivar, gesturing at you.

You cut Ivar off before he can say anything. “No I am not, he doesn’t own me, but we are together if that is what you meant, and not just for the night, you Neanderthal. Please don’t be mistaken though, I would have put a hole through your foot whoever the fuck I was with after the way you touched me”

Ivars face swings to Bjorn. “What the fuck did you do?”

His eyes are back on you. “What do you mean ‘the way he touched you?”

The look on Ivar's face is scary, his jaw muscles are ticking and his nostrils are flaring in pure, unadulterated rage, his fists are clenched, his eyes back on Bjorn.

Shit, he is going to explode, he can’t in front of all these people, his colleagues. I can’t be responsible for fucking with his business.

“Ivar, love, look at me,” you say softly, slipping your hand into his. His face turns to you, “calm down please, he’s not worth it. It’s ok, I’m ok. I promise you.”

His face softens whilst looking at you but turns hard when he turns back to Bjorn.

“Get the fuck out of here Bjorn, you weren’t even invited. If you ever come near her again I will personally make sure it’s the last thing you do.” He motions for security.

Bjorn looks at Ivar, weighing up his options, looking around at the people in the room. He goes quietly, not before sneering at you both.

Ivars turns to you, his expression completely different, full of worry. “Baby, what did he do? Are you ok?” His hand is on your cheek. You let out a shaky breath you didn’t realise you were holding.

“I’m ok, Ivar,” you run both hands up his arms and wrap them around his neck “nothing I didn’t handle, just let it go. I do not like him at all,” you huff.

You don’t know it but Aslaug has seen the whole exchange between you and Bjorn from the other side of the room. You also don’t see her mouth pulled into a proud smile as you calm Ivar down quickly and effortlessly.

Ivar pulls you in for a cuddle, his hand running from your back up to the nape of your neck.

“I’m done here, baby, let’s get back to our normal life.”

“Ivar, this is part of our normal life. You have a job to do here, go off and do it and we will leave as soon as we can. Don’t worry, I was on my way over to your brothers before Bjorn interrupted me.” You kiss him and usher him away to a group of old looking men in tuxedos.

He kisses your hand. “As soon as I’m finished we are out of here, I promise,” he walks back to you and whispers in your ear. “I am fucking you in the dress tonight.”

“Iris suggested you can use my necklace as a leash,” his eyes flutter closed and a horny groan leaves him. He reaches behind you and gives it the tiniest of tugs, your eyes widen. “Not here, Ivar!”

The look he gives you sends a shiver all over your skin. He leans in slowly and kisses you.

“I will be as quick as I can, now I mean, not later.” His mouth is close to your ear and he whispers “Later I am taking my time with you, there is not an inch of your body I’m not going to lick,” he winks and walks off.

Aslaug is at your side before you realise and you know you are still blushing at Ivars words.

“Are you ok? I saw your exchange with Bjorn. I was on my way over until I saw you handling the situation on your own. He shouldn’t be here anyway, I am sorry at the way he treated you,” she says, her face is like thunder.

“Not to worry, I’m pretty sure I’m going to have left a stiletto shaped scar on his foot, a reminder to not be such a pervert,” you tell her with a shrug. “I’m sorry if there is blood on your heels, Aslaug,” you shrug and giggle.

“Worth it,” she winks at you. “Come and meet some of the board, they are looking forward to meeting the woman who has melted Ivars cold heart.”

“Cold heart?”

“Oh yes dear, you didn’t know the old Ivar, you have made a big change in him.”

Chapter 15

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Vampire Chronicles Basics

Okay, with the new Interview with the Vampire show coming out, there’s probably going to be some folks who might be curious about the books and wondering why there’s so much disrespect towards the author. This probably isn’t the ONLY primer, but like, whatever.

Note: I never got around to reading all of her books, and some of this is drawing from memory though wikipedia is helpful.

Contextual History Lesson Time!

As a media criticism type person, I find it important to not examine media in a vacuum, and take into account what was happening at the time it was created.

The timing of the first three books is notable. Interview with a Vampire was released in 1976, The Vampire Lestat was released in 1985, and Queen of the Damned was released in 1988.

So we have one book with gay subtext released post free love movement but prior to gay folks becoming more known in society, then two more released during the aids crisis with the queer subtext/text still going strong. This? This is huge. Reportedly, there were people sending Anne Rice letters about how amazing it was to see themselves in the characters. Some these days might roll their eyes at how subtext might be revolutionary, but please understand. During the aids crisis, the queer community, particularly gay men, were being blamed and discriminated against to horrifying levels to the point gay men still can’t give blood.

So for a book series to have not only the metaphor of penetration and being an outbut but also have these characters seem very gay? It’s huge! It’s like a weight being lifted off, even just temporairly, while you go, “Someone sees me and my situation.”

The Vampire Lestat even had Lestat’s mother questioning her gender and deciding to dress and act more masculine. Sure, these days we’d call it “problematic” trans rep for many reasons, but back in 1985? Except for certain more indie films, trans people weren’t even talked about.

Which is a huge reason the series got big among the queer community, others caught wind, and eventually that movie with Brad Pitt was made.

And now we’re in the 90s with a few things happening. One of which being Anne Rice uh...Firing her editor? Not bothering with an editor? Whatever happened, the quality of writing goes downhill.

Additionally, Anne Rice was going through...a lot, and it shows in her writing. She started as one sect of Christianity, left it after a family member died, was athiest/agnostic for awhile, then went to a different sect of Christianity when another family member died, then eventually was in her own thing of believing in God & Jesus but not following any particular sect. Then she died.

This is relevant, as we see Lestat go from prissy rockstar to literally meeting Jesus. So. There’s that.

Another thing that happened in the 90s was the internet becoming bigger, resulting in things like forums, chatgroups, livejournal, and essentially online fandom. People in the Vampire Chronicles fandom began sharing their fanfiction.

Anne Rice hated that. It was her world, her property, her Gary-Stu, and therefore only she could write Vampire Chronicles. She began suing anyone who was writing fanfiction, yes, even the broke teenagers.

She wasn’t the only one doing this of course, but she was certainly adamant about it. Additionally, there’s an emotional element too. Because her work was one of the few popular media where queers could see themselves in, it was like a betrayal to have her say, “No, I hate anyone who loves this world so much they’d write fic.” (not a real quote btw just how it felt)

This is why many fanfic writers in the 2000s, early 2010s, and a few even today write disclaimers at the top of their fic. Because a “I do not own this property. This property belongs to blah blah blah” was one of the few defenses (however flimsy) fanfic writers had. It’s also why, as of the last time I checked ff.net, Anne Rice’s works are not allowed on that site.

That said, from this backlash against fandom, Archive of Our Own and its lawyers were born. The volunteers of OT3 are why y’all will be able to write Lestat fucking Louis into next week and post it there without worrying about Anne Rice’s estate hounding you.

The Books Themselves

So! With that lengthy history done, what about the books? To start off with, while the movie, and this new show are called “Interview with the Vampire”, that’s just the first book. The series as a whole are The Vampire Chronicles.

So we’ve got:

Interview with the Vampire (1976)

The Vampire Lestat (1985)

The Queen of the Damned (1988)

The Tale of the Body Thief (1992)

Memnoch the Devil (1995, the one where Lestat meets Jesus, a lot of people hate it, I think its hilarious with some interesting theological points)

New Tales of the Vampires-Pandora (1998, prequel about an older Roman vampire) New Tales of the Vampires-Vittorio the Vampire (1999, another prequel, about a 15th century Italian Nobleman vampire)

The Vampire Armand (1998, it’s Armand’s story and also I maintain the first 60 pages reads like an M-rated fanfic on ff.net, which is objectively hilarious imho)

Merrick (2000, crossover with another her series called the Mayfair Witches)

Blood and Gold (2001, now the ancient vampire Marius gets his own origin story.)

Blackwood Farm (2002, more Mayfair Witches crossover)

Blood Canticle (2003, EVEN MORE CROSSOVER also was originally gonna be a conclusion buuuuuuuuuuut)

Prince Lestat (2014, Lestat is back and is facing pressure to lead the vampires because I guess all the ones with enough of a brain cell to go that would be a TERRIBLE idea are dead)

Prince Lestat and the Realms of Atlantic (2016, I guess we’re now in Atlantis?)

Blood Communion (2018)

As you can see there’s a lot of books and content. Especially because Vampire Chronicles wasn’t her only series. On top of her erotic romance series that even my “sure you can watch Criminal Minds while 9 years old” mom was like, “Do not touch that,” she had her Tales of the Mayfair Witches series, which AMC incidentally also has the rights for. So...Lots of books, one world with vampires and witches and Jesus.

However, because of the drop in quality as well as the level of batshittery (no I’m still not over Lestat going to fucking Atlantis), last I checked the main reads are the first three, with Vampire Armand also being thrown in because I mean, after you see Antonio Banderas as Armand you want to know more about him.

Of course by all means! Read more of the books! Maybe you’ll get a laugh like I did! Maybe the quality doesn’t seem so bad to you! Maybe you enjoy batshittery!

And if you don’t want to give the Anne Rice estate more money because she was a bad person, there’s plenty of libraries that have the books! Trust me. They do. Some might even have them in ebook version, so you can use apps like overdrive or libby to check them out without even leaving your house!

Appropriation in Vampire Chronicles

This is gonna be short since I’m sure there’s whole pieces about this and I don’t have the books in front of me nor am I part of any of these cultures, but I do want to run over that yes, there’s certainly some cultural appropriation in this series, particularly of Egyptian Culture, but also of voodoo and creole culture.

I want to warn of this, so it doesn’t catch anyone off guard, especially since “Merrick” and “Queen of the Damned” in particular are uh. Full of this. I also have no idea if the more recent books are any better in this regard.

That said, I’m curious about how the AMC tackles these aspects, as its already quite clear they’re not following the books 1:1, which is actually going to make for a better story.

Hopefully all that is helpful!

#vampire chronicles #interview with a vampire #the vampire chronicles #anne rice #interview with a vampire amc #this turned out longer than i thought #but yes hello people new to this welcome to a fandom with a shitton of baggage #also yes theres a lot of personal opinion about the books #BUT I'M SORRY WHY TO FUCKING ATLANTIS WAS SHE SMOKING CRACK BEFORE KICKING IT?#read memnoch the devil for the hilarity of lestat coming to jesus and cool theology and nothing else #also literally the only thing i remember from tale of the body thief is lestat jacking off while in a human body #...i think that's just from reading it when 12 so unused to such things #granted i reread it when in college and it was still a weird scene #even with context #ANYWAYS HAVE FUN Y'ALL AND RESPECT AO3 FOR BEING WHY YOU DON'T HAVE TO FEAR THE RICE LAWYERS

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stranger things ● summer of 86 pt 5 ● e.munson

warnings

idiots in love to the nth degree, lots of internal angst, robin and barb are gay and we're all here for it -you're going to see a lot more from them soon, trust-, affectionate touching / petnames, mentions of alcohol/smoking/w**d, swearing, eventual filth, reader suffers from gifted kid burnout but is.. also a workaholic apparently, mentions of the annoying and oh so judgmental small town mindset, internalized confusion / fear due to sexual pref -being gay in the 80's isn't fun and when I write Barb and Robin in a more romantic way, this will be reflected, marital conflicts ( tommy and carol , other 'couples' mentioned ) and tons of other stuff..

reader/you are a female with female parts. you/reader are the oldest Byers. you/reader have a very specific personality / clothing style and/or nicknames and petnames. this is yet another self indulgent thing and i'm not sorry at all.

word count

1701 exactly. for any context needed part 4 <- is here.

summary

"Hot date, right?" He's only half teasing, trying to fight off a surge of jealousy at the thought. You laugh and shrug. "Job interview count, Eddie?"

"Another one? Jesus H.Christ, woman, do you ever sleep?" he's laughing but he's looking at you in concern.

taglist + shoutouts

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@tbmunson bestie.. babe.. babesss. i love you so much and idk what i'd do if i'd never met you, you are amazing and you always inspire me.

@slyisbehindyou