#Crossed Lines by Lana Sky

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

Horror Movies Pt. 2 | Neil Lewis x fem!reader

Summary: She shares a special passion for horror movies with her boss, Neil Lewis. But it doesn't end there, she also shares his secrets... or at least the ones he can keep himself. He's been keeping one from her but maybe a night of adventure will break the silence and scare them to their senses.

Warnings: Drinking, semi-public sex, boss/employee relationship, struggles with self-image, spying, invasion of privacy, slight disrespect for the dead, smut, moments of miscommunication and assumed consent, unprotected sex, oral, and some fluff.

word count: 3229k

Lady Grinning Soul- David Bowie 🎶

Freak- Lana Del Rey 🎵

Minors do not interact!

“What are you doing, Neil?” She whispered, not wanting to trespass. 

“Having a little adventure since our act of chivalry was all for naught.” He shrugged and smiled goofily. 

“You want to play golf?” She looked between the dark green and Neil’s face. 

“Nah, not golf.” 

She stared at him for a little while longer before ducking beneath the fence. He followed her and they started to cross the green, looking up at the star studded sky. 

“The stars are so pretty tonight.” She pointed up at the clusters of twinkling lights. 

“Wait until you see what I have to show you.” He smiled mischievously and took her wrist. He pulled her across the golf course and through the connecting gate. 

“Where are we now?” She looked around and noticed the distant groupings of headstones. “Are we in a cemetery?” 

“Bingo.” Neil laughed and let her wrist go, running ahead a little. The graveyard was cool and still, surrounded on all sides by tall shrubbery. They climbed the short hill up onto the main stretch of green, walking alongside the grave markers. 

“This feels like the beginning of a horror movie.” She recalled Neil’s previous statement from the morning and he laughed. 

“I like to come here at night. It’s so peaceful and I like to look at the people’s names. It helps put my life into perspective.” He led her to a small mausoleum beside a weeping willow and swiped his arm across his forehead. 

“Isn’t it beautiful?” He gestured around and she nodded. 

“It really is but… what does this have to do with the bra?” 

“Ah, well since you can’t use it and Nancy doesn’t want it back, I thought we could leave it as an offering… here.” 

“Who do you want to give it to?” 

“Someone who died the same day that one of us was born.” He stated as he had already begun looking. She helped him and they passed the lines of headstones, checking each name for their respective birth and death dates. They wandered through a few plots until they found a secluded embankment. There was an older headstone with Neil’s birthday listed as the person’s death date. 

“Here.” Neil pointed to the numbers on the stone and smiled up at her from the ground where he was crouched. She joined him on the ground and nodded. “Edgar Allen… that’s almost too weird. It must be a fake name. Edgar Allen? He just needs a ‘Poe.’” 

She trailed her fingers over his name and nodded. 

“So, how do we do this?”

“What, are you saying that you’ve never left an expensive bra at a dead person’s grave?” He joked and she almost laughed out loud when he put his hand over her mouth, shushing her with a smile. 

“You’ll wake the dead.” He whispered and she smiled against his hand, her eyes boring into his. She hoped that her eyes were telling him what she wanted or how happy she was to be with him, even if it was in a fucking cementary. He removed his hand slowly and cleared his throat. Sweat coating his forehead, trapping a few strands of his longer dark hair. 

“We, uh, let’s just drape it over the headstone.” He put the bra over the long rectangular top of the stone. 

“We should say a few words.” She offered and cleared her throat quietly, “May I?” She glanced over at him. Neil was staring at her, his lips parted partly. 

“Uh, er, yeah. Of course.” He sniffed and looked back at the headstone. 

“Mr. Allen, we leave you this offering in hopes that you will bestow upon us the grace of your guidance and experience. Inspire us to be brave and forward with our… desires,” she couldn’t think of a better word, “Help us imagine ways of living our lives to the fullest.” She added. When she glanced over, Neil was nodding almost absentmindedly. 

“Give us a little adventure in our lives, Edgar.” He clarified. 

“Mhmm.” She hummed in agreement and they waited in silence for a few minutes, taking in the serene peacefulness of the graveyard. 

“If this were a horror movie, we would be-” She broke the silence but the force of Neil’s body cut her off. He’d kissed her, his hands snaking behind her head and pulling her into an aggressive kiss. She pulled away breathlessly, he was panting too.

“What-” She started.

“I’m sorry, christ. I thought you were… sending me a signal.” He stumbled over his words. 

“You thought I was asking you to make a move on top of someone’s grave?” She raised a suspicious eyebrow and he chuckled, embarrassed. 

“I don’t know what I was thinking. I just… oh I don’t know.” He trailed off and stood, putting his hands back into his pocket and turning away from the grave. She followed him quickly. 

“What, Neil?” She stumbled after him, up the embankment. He spun around and held a hand against his head.

“I just… I thought that lately there was something different between us.” He looked away. 

“Neil…” she frowned and fought the anger in her voice, “you just fucked someone last night. I don’t know if I should believe anything that you’re saying right now.” She crossed her arms across her chest and looked up at the sky. 

“I, well we didn’t actually… have sex.” He mumbled. 

“What do you mean?” She raised her eyebrow. 

“God, this is so fucking embarrassing,” he pulled down on his face and trilled his lips. 

“What, what is it?” He nearly smiled, finding him too funny to take seriously. 

“Well, she came into the store right before closing last night and put on this whole act about which movie to pick… kind of like the girl in the store today. I told her to pick Arsenic and Old Lace… yada yada yada, she ends up flirting and leaning over the counter, batting her eyelashes at me. I’ll admit that I succumbed to her but as soon as she got me on the couch, she started… eh slapping me and calling me a bad boy and look, I totally get kinks but it was a little too weird for me.” 

“So what happened?” She encouraged him to go on and he looked back at her, his heart fluttering in his chest. He sighed and looked at his feet. 

“We watched the movie and the whole time she wouldn’t stop talking, so she missed basically everything. And when the movie was over, she started kissing me and undressing herself. And when she got my pants down, I couldn’t get it up. So, that’s what happened.” 

She gasped and immediately clamped a hand over her mouth.

“I’m sorry. It isn’t funny, Neil,” she apologized but he shook his head. “Whatever, go ahead and laugh. I don’t know how it happened but I just wasn’t attracted to her. I don’t need a girl who’s a film geek like me but I can’t stand people who just talk through a movie or pay absolutely no attention to what’s happening. There’s not point in putting it on if you’re not going to pay attention. And not to mention she looked-” He cut himself off and chucked. 

“What?” She waited for him to finish but he shook his head. 

“It’s silly.” He sniffed. 

“We’ve already gotten this far, you might as well tell me.” 

He cocked his head, staring at her face in the faded light of the crescent moon. He inhaled deeply and told her, point blank. 

“She looked like you,” he took another breath, “she looked like you but she was nothing like you. I realized that I was only humoring her because she looked like you and for some reason, my subconscious had tricked me into thinking she was you. And after that, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He watched her for her reaction and she exhaled shakily, not knowing how to respond. 

“What happened after that?” She asked quietly. 

“I told her that it wasn’t a good night and she packed up. In the heat of the moment, she must have forgotten her bra but look,” he took a step closer, “that doesn’t mean our relationship needs to change. It's not like I’m in love with you or obsessed, I just realized that the person that I was really attracted to this whole time has been you.” He looked down into her eyes. “I didn’t have time to explain it this morning and I knew how it looked so…” He shrugged, “I actually haven’t slept with anyone in weeks. Ever since you got the haircut actually, I guess I haven’t stopped thinking about you whether or not I was conscious of it.” 

“Jonathan asked me out.” Was all she could think to say and Neil chuckled lightly. 

“That’s a minor detail.”

“He’s one of your best friends.” 

“And because he’s one of my best friends, he’ll understand why I’m doing this.” 

“What if I don’t like you back?” She narrowed her eyes, wanting to stand her ground a little longer. He took one more step closer, their feet almost touching and he leaned over slightly, his breath brushing her forehead.

“Do you like me?” He asked softly. 

“I don’t know,” she lied. He brushed his lips against hers. 

“Do you want to find out?” He teased her and her breath caught, nearly choking her. She couldn’t speak from the nerves paralyzing her, so she just nodded. He rubbed his lips against her lips, not kissing her yet. She brushed her nose against the soft spot of skin below his nose and above his lip, standing on the balls of her feet. Her hands came up and stopped midair, unsure how or where to touch him. Turning his head slightly to the side he kissed her. His hands went from the top of her thighs to her waist and then up to her neck, which he held in place while he moved his head to kiss her. He stood still and reciprocated his slow kisses as best as she could. She put her hands on the outside of his and wrapped her fingers around each wrist. He sucked on her lip and she let her head fall back, giving him a better angle. She stumbled back a little and he caught her in his arms, his lips never skipping a beat as he sucked her and explored her. 

“Are we going to fuck in a graveyard?” She panted, pulling herself away from his hungry mouth. Neil smiled and looked around at the deserted cemetery, empty with the exception of the dead. He shrugged. 

“Do you think they’ll hold it against us? Haunt us for the rest of our lives?” She smiled.

“Are you kidding? They’re probably dying for a show.” He cracked himself up over his own pun and she rolled her eyes affectionately. She kissed him again before he could make another joke and pulled him into the alcove of a mausoleum. There was a stone casket beside the mausoleum and they stumbled over to it, wordlessly deciding to fuck against it. He pressed her back up against the cold stone which felt amazing in the humid summer air. He groped her breasts and she slid a hand down Neil’s chest below the waistband of his jeans. She reached her hand into his underwear and took a hold of his hard cock. She smiled against his lips. 

“It obviously wasn’t a problem this time, was it?” She teased and he groaned, looking up at the sky. 

“No, no, it wasn’t.” He laughed breathlessly as she rubbed her hand down his length, twisting her palm at the end. He went back to kissing her but broke off to whine and pant occasionally as she jerked him off. She pulled her hand back out and spat on it before returning it back into his pants. She fondled his balls and squeezed them, making him gasp against her lips. He reached a hand up her camisole and wrestled his hand beneath her bra. He was definitely a breast man. 

She removed her hand from his pants and pulled his pelvis against her by looping her fingers through his belt loops. With his free hand, Neil unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped the fly. She did the same for his jeans and turned around, sticking her butt against his hard crotch. 

“Fuck…” Neil looked at her ass and felt himself get even harder. He pulled her back against him by holding her shoulder. He kissed her bare neck and carded his hands through her cropped hair. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered and she sighed softly. At that moment, she felt infinitely beautiful, so beautiful that it would last a lifetime. He pulled down his pants slightly and glanced around before bending her over again. She pulled down her jeans and rubbed her underwear against him like before. She held her hands flat against the stone casket monument and opened her mouth, nearly moaning in anticipation of Neil’s cock inside her. He slowly rolled down her underwear, the hipster style that covered her butt. They were white, ironically. 

Exposing her ass, he moaned and reached around to her cunt and rubbed her clit. 

“God, fuck me already, Neil.” She pleaded and he nodded. 

“Are you wet enough? I don’t have a condom.” 

“I’m soaking wet, Neil. Don’t worry about the condom. It’s ok with me.” 

“Ok, ok.” He smiled and spat on his hand, rubbing the saliva over her folds. Then he did it again, smearing his spit on his own cock. She gasped loudly when he pushed his tip inside her. He grabbed her hips and tried to stop himself from rutting into her. 

“Fuck, go slow… you’re so big.” She whimpered and moaned as he slowly pushed further in. He gasped pitifully and resisted the urge to cum immediately like a schoolboy. 

“Jesus, you feel so good.” He panted and watched as his cock went further inside her. She clutched her uterus, trying to allow him to enter her. He whined as she did so and gave a few tiny thrusts. 

“Ah, ahh.” He moaned weakly and started to fuck her more regularly, feeling her walls begin to mold around him. “Oh fuck, its so good.” He pulled her hips against him with a harder thrust and she cried out softly, her hands sweating against the stone. As she became wetter, he slid in and out faster, hitting the bottom of her uterus each time. 

“Jesus, Neil!” She moaned and pushed herself against him, wanting him further inside. 

“I can’t go any farther, honey. You’re not big enough.” He whispered against her neck and continued to fuck her with the same primal sexuality as a dog in heat. She hummed to keep herself from screaming out. 

“Fuck yes, this is so good.” He praised her and went faster, his pale legs shaking with pleasure. He felt like he was losing his virginity all over again, needing to come already and they had just started. He pulled out and spun her around to kiss her, his hand holding her chin up to reciprocate his kiss. He switched places with him and pushed him onto the ground where he was sitting on the grass. She kicked off her jeans and underwear, still in her shoes and socks and straddled him. He whimpered as she lowered herself onto him and sat completely on him. She shifted her hips back and forth, wanting him to stay completely inside her. His back was against the stone. When she started to feel her orgasm approaching he started to move up and down, snapping on top of his cock in quick movements that made them both cry out.

“Mmmm, fuck…” Neil panted and looked up at her, studying how her head fell back and her neck arched out towards him. He looked down and watched how her cunt took him, so wet that precum dribbled down his cock onto his pubic hair. 

“Um, God, Neil, I’m gonna cum.” She panted and he smiled. 

“Come here,” he wrapped his arms around her and turned her around again, laying her flat on her back on the grass and thrusted into her again. She gasped and clutched a handful of grass above her head. She wrapped her thighs around his waist and he sat on his knees, pulling her up to meet him. He fucked her hard and fast, pounding his pelvis against hers. The muscles in his butt clenched as he fucked her desperately. She covered her mouth and cried out in pleasure. She squirted but he continued to fuck her, chasing his own high. 

“I’m so close.” He panted and ran his hand down her chin. She looked so beautiful below him, mouth still slightly agape in a pleasurable ‘O’ shape. “Fuck! Oh my God.” He cried and pulled out quickly so that he wouldn’t cum inside her. She rolled over and sucked him off, allowing him to fuck her throat weakly as he finally spilled him cum down her throat. She rolled her tongue around his cock and licked the tip as he pulled out, panting like he had just run a race. He collapsed beside her on the ground and laughed in disbelief. She laughed too, covering her face with her hands. 

“Fucking hell.” She laughed into her hands. “That was the best I ever had,” she admitted and he smiled proudly. 

“Honestly it was mine too, and my first time in a cemetery, I’ll admit.” 

“What, you’re saying to don’t fuck all your girlfriends here?” She teased and he shook his head, rolling it side to side on the ground. A pleasant silence settled between them as they caught their breath. She tried to ignore the fact that she mentioned girlfriends. Neil flopped his head to the side and watched her, her long eyelashes fluttering as she blinked. 

“Is that what you are now?” He asked.

“Am I what?”

“Are you my girlfriend now?” He clarified with a small smirk. 

“Is that your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?” She laughed and looked away.

“No…” He rolled on top of her and kissed her all over her face, “this is my way of asking. Will… you… be… my… girlfriend?” He asked between feverish kisses. She giggled and propped herself up on her elbows, kissing him back. He slowed his kisses down and she pulled away with a happy sigh. 

“I guess so.” She said finally and he raised his shoulder to his ears, looking around in childish glee.

“Oh, come on!” She pushed him playfully away and stood. He helped her change back into her clothes and they fixed their clothing. She combed through Neil’s hair with her fingers and nodded her approval. Neil looked down at his watch and nodded. 

“The store opens in exactly seven hours, whatever will we do with our time?” He wrapped his arms around her, clamping her arms against her sides and kissing her neck. 

“I have an idea.” She smiled around his kisses.

“What?” 

“Take me home.” 

“What if you’re a serial killer?” He faked a sense of suspicion. 

“Then I guess we’ll just have to find out.” She teased and kissed him deeply, her index finger pressed against the hollow of his cheek.

[zablife]

Pretty When You Cry

Summary: Tommy likes to give you pleasure to the point of pain for one specific goal, to watch you cry.

Author's Note: For @jomarch-wannabe 350 follower celebration. Inspired by Lana Del Rey's "Pretty When You Cry." Congrats, darl!

Warnings: 🔞, dom Tommy, bondage, overstimulation, crying kink

Outside your window, all the pretty stars were shining in the sky. Inside, there was a darkness in Tommy's crystalline blue eyes as he teased and tortured little whimpers and moans from your exhausted body. "How much more can you take, love?” he whispered at your ear, but you couldn’t answer too far gone to tell. 

Your full lips parted, tongue darting out to moisten your parched mouth as your chest heaved for breath. You tugged slightly against the silk ties at your wrists, Tommy watching you carefully from above, enchanting you with promises of more. Whether or not you could withstand it was the question. Would you call out your safe word to him or allow him to continue to the point you knew he loved most? Give him the ultimate pleasure he desired?

He ran the back of his hand along your ribs, feeling your breath rise and fall against his knuckles before turning his palm against your hip and forcing you back down to the mattress. “You can take it,” he coaxed, but the sweetness had gone from his voice, raw need replacing his earlier gentleness. 

His large fingers slipped between your slick folds as you gasped, “I can’t do it…I can’t.” Your head lolled from side to side on the soft pillow Tommy had placed beneath your delicate neck at the start of the evening, locks splayed out beneath you. The tendrils were now stuck to your forehead and neck with sweat after hours of him sending you over the edge of bliss, asking for just one more little death...and that's what each felt like, a tiny piece of you leaving with every quaking breath. He was the greediest lover you’d ever had, demanding to see your toes curl and your thighs quiver until you were reduced to tears. 

It was one night three years ago when he realized he held this power over you. Forcing your legs open and lapping at your swollen clit for more, he’d become so intoxicated at the view of you shaking and crying with your final release, it had sent him into his own powerful orgasm without so much as a touch from you. “You’re the girl of my dreams,” he proclaimed, watching the salty tears bathe your cheeks as you writhed on the bed, completely overstimulated.

He knew how to achieve it with perfect precision now... if you were willing. Some nights you called out and he was forced to stop, but tonight you bit down hard on your lip, enduring the bombardment of overwhelming pleasure just for him. “You alright sweetheart?” he teased in a low rumble that made your insides turn to jelly.

“Mmm-hmm,” you managed in a pathetic mewl, lifting your head, eyelids fluttering to barely contain what he knew would surely break free in seconds. 

As the pad of his thumb traced tight circles over your clit he watched your blown out pupils. “Going to give me everyhing I want? Will you be my good girl?” he begged. And you gulped as you tried to hold it in.

“Yes, Tommy, I’m you’re girl...always your good girl,” you mumbled as pleasure fogged your brain. Finally you gave yourself over to the sensation, rocking your hips against his palm. 

“That's it, darling. Take what you need," he goaded you, watching your face contort in pleasure bordering on pain. He was the devil, tempting you to push yourself beyond what you were capable of. The vibrations of his voice hummed within you and your body tensed suddenly. Your back arched and Tommy leaned in to taste you, sucking your little bud to make the feeling even more intense. “No, no, no” you whimpered, but it was too late as the damn broke within you. You were cumming in waves that made you hot then cold, body practically convulsing under his touch. Crossing the line into torture, it was too much. Hot tears flowed from your eyes and trickled down the apples of your rosy cheeks, flushed a bright pink from overexertion. 

Tommy looked up at you, mouth agape in silent appreciation. “F-fuck” he stuttered at your beauty, before coming to untie you and collect you in his arms. He pressed kisses to your temple and down to the corners of your mouth as you collapsed against him, praising you. “You’re so pretty when you cry.”

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a fragile line - chapter 11

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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female OC

Tags: extreme slow burn, age gap, older man/younger woman, protective joel, jealous joel, hurt/comfort, pov third person, mutual pining, angst, sexual tension, friends to lovers, canon-typical violence, feral joel, parental abuse, eventual smut.

Fic synopsis: three years ago, Juliet escaped her father's religious survivor camp, ending up in the Boston QZ. Juliet created a life for herself in Boston, desperate to forget the trauma of her upbringing. One day, Juliet arrives home to find a mysterious letter which forces her to return to her home town. Juliet can't travel the harsh post-apocalyptic landscape alone, so she enlists the help of the grumpy and, at times, frightening man she works alongside: Joel Miller.

Word count: 1.8k

some more pieces of Juliet's backstory...

Chapter 11: 'Tulsa Jesus Freak'

Five years ago, Iowa. 

Juliet sat on her bed with her legs crossed, the mattress squeaking beneath her as she shifted forward to grab the book laid on the threadbare throw. Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë. Juliet’s fingers grazed over the cover, mystified by the rolling hills and ferocious dark blue sky painted on the front.

A smile overtook over her features as she flipped through the wrinkled pages and caught the name of the fictional man who often consumed her thoughts: Heathcliff. With his bad temper, quick wit, and undying love for Cathy, Juliet was captivated. She had found her copy behind a bookshelf in her town’s community centre, her hands had clutched around the scratched cover before she furiously stuffed it in her bag before anyone could see. Her father had ordered the burning of all books which did not follow his teachings a few years prior.

This would be her secret, she had thought, rebelliously.  

Every evening when her father bolted the lock on her bedroom door and Juliet was confined within the four walls of her bedroom, Juliet dug her copy of Wuthering Heights from beneath her mattress and read those same words over and over again: “He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

The passion which passed between Cathy and Heathcliff only existed as words on yellowed paper. Juliet knew this, but she couldn’t help but feel like a knife had been plunged into her soul when she read about the devastation of their brutal longing. What it would feel like to share that connection with another human being, to wish the earth would swallow you whole so that you could remain forever with the one you love. Their hunger for each other was deadly, lethal.

Juliet knew that the love Cathy and Heathcliff shared could only exist in fiction, she was sure of it. A love like that could destroy someone. It didn’t exist in real life, especially in Juliet’s world.  

Reading Wuthering Heights by candlelight was a typical evening for Juliet. What wasn’t typical, however, was the tapping on her window.

Juliet froze, her hands stilled on the page she was reading and she slowly closed over her book. She waited and listened, sure that the noise she heard was really just the wind, nothing else.  

Another tap attacked her window and Juliet flew from her bed, almost tripping over the rug on her floor as she stumbled to the window and looked out. Her bedroom was on the second floor so her eyes dropped to the ground below for the source of the noise. A gasp left her lips when she saw who was waiting below with a bundle of stones in his hand: Ethan.  

Panic struck Juliet, fierce and hot. She whipped her head around, desperately listening for any sign that her father had heard the tapping or her hurried movements. When she turned around, Ethan was at her window. Juliet jumped back, signalling with her hands for Ethan to climb back down, tears burning in her eyes as her fear took over her whole body.  

Ethan used one hand to stabilise himself on the window ledge as he unlocked her window with the other. It was always locked from the outside, Juliet was not allowed access to fresh air.  

When the window was propped open by Ethan’s steady hands Juliet became paralysed with fear, there was no way her father hadn’t heard that. She glanced down at the radiator below the window and the chain which puddled on the floor, a phantom pain attacked her ankle as she remembered the feeling of the cold metal against her skin. She couldn’t go through that again so soon. Ethan had to leave.  

Her body kicked into action and she sprung forward, grabbing Ethan’s arms as he pulled himself through her window. Before she could beg him to leave, Ethan cradled her face within his warm hands, moving his fingers across her mouth to silence her protests.  

“He’s not here,” Ethan murmured, his mouth so close to her shocked eyes.  

Confusion must have been evident in her stare because Ethan clarified: “Your father, he’s not here. I spotted him at the mess hall only a couple minutes ago, he was giving a sermon.” His voice was slow and steady as he returned Juliet’s panicked glare with his reassuring smile.

Juliet’s eyelids closed, relief shuddering through her body. Ethan let go of her face and ran his hands down her shivering arms, tracing her elbows as he led her back over to her bed. They sat down together, Ethan’s leg pressed against her own.  

Juliet finally opened her eyes, nodding slowly as her heart slowed to a normal pace. She looked up at Ethan, noting the way his gaze roamed across her face.  

“What are you doing here?” she whispered, not fully trusting the idea that her father was not able to hear their conversation.  

“I had to see you,” he responded, his voice low. “I was so worried,” he added with a wince.  

“I’m fine, Ethan,” Juliet reassured him after a long pause.  

Ethan coughed out a cold laugh. “Fine,” he said mockingly, then turned away.  

“Nobody has seen you for days,” he continued. “Not after…” Ethan trailed off as he removed his arm from Juliet and wiped a hand down his face.  

“I know what happened,” Juliet snapped, then shook her head, regret churning in her stomach. She wasn’t angry at Ethan for bringing it up, it was just that she had spent the past several days locked within these four walls, desperately trying to forget the slap that her father had given her in front of a whole hall of people. A whole hall of people who did nothing but stand there in shock as Juliet was punished for taking another piece of bread from the table without asking her father for permission.  

Juliet reached down and rubbed her ankle without thinking, the redness had started to recede from her two day long extended punishment for ‘embarrassing’ her father in front of his followers, but it still stung.  

Ethan followed her movement with his wide eyes before glancing across at the chain beside the radiator. He went entirely still. Juliet closed her eyes, cursing herself for her stupidity.  

“What did he do to you?” Ethan asked and every word carved at another piece of Juliet’s remaining pride. She knew Ethan had already figured out her latest punishment, there was no point in denying it. So she responded with her usual silence. Ethan’s fists balled on his lap.  

Without warning Ethan turned back towards her, his arms latched on her shoulders as he turned her whole body towards his strong chest. Juliet’s chin tilted upwards and Ethan rested his forehead against hers, his hot breath mingling with her own.  

“We could leave right now,” he whispered against her mouth.  

A breath rushed from Juliet’s lips, the urge to agree with him, to grab his hand and run was overwhelming, her heart was thundering in her chest again. But this was not a fairytale, Ethan had promised her the same fantasy again and again but they both knew it was impossible. They both knew it was a pipe dream. Ethan was the son of another prominent man in their community, the only difference was that his father wasn’t a psychopath. Ethan’s father was the town’s doctor who was training Ethan to take over his practice one day. Ethan loved the work, he was born to save people, to heal wounds and soothe trauma.

Sometimes Juliet wondered if that was all Ethan saw when he looked at her: another broken thing to mend.  

Juliet shook her head in the tight space between them, her lips brushing Ethan’s. She didn’t need someone to save her, she didn’t need Ethan’s sorrow to mingle with her own.  

Juliet just needed a distraction.  

She moved forward, her chest pressing against Ethan’s as her lips crashed over his. She left no room for tenderness as her hands wrapped around his body and gripped the back of his t-shirt. Ethan responded immediately, his lips matching her brutal pace. Juliet could feel his heart hammering against her own. She parted her lips, her tongue met his and Ethan let out a shocked gasp, a moan rumbling in his chest.  

Juliet’s mind fell into a blissful numbness, a veil had dropped over the swirling mess that lived in her head. She could still feel the fear and regret but it was like her thoughts were floating around her in a dark muddy water, she could see them but she couldn’t get a good grip. Juliet barely felt Ethan’s lips on her own, she knew that her hands were running through his hair, clutching at the thick strands, but she felt nothing.  

Nothing was exactly what she wanted.  

Juliet felt her hand reach down and tug at Ethan’s belt and a second later he pulled away, his breathing rough as he gripped her hand, stilling her movements.  

“Juliet,” he breathed into her open mouth. “We need to slow down, I - I need you to slow down.”  

Juliet nodded and her gaze dropped to Ethan’s lap before she averted her eyes.  

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.  

Ethan laughed, reaching down to adjust his trousers. “Don’t be sorry,” he replied, his voice practically a growl. His stunned features twitched into warm amusement. “I just wasn’t expecting it.” 

Juliet rolled her eyes and looked away, her gaze fell on her worn copy of Wuthering Heights. She flinched. Brontë’s deathly romantic prose mocked her: “My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.” 

To Cathy, Heathcliff was the weight that dragged her soul back to earth, he grounded her in a passion so vicious it caused genuine pain.  

Juliet had just kissed Ethan and felt nothing at all.  

She knew she loved Ethan, their friendship was forged over years of stolen meetings and kind favours. But he wasn’t her Heathcliff, as much as he wanted to be. Ethan was the knight in shining armour. He was safe, he was easy to love. Juliet didn’t have to guess how he felt about her, she could feel it in every sad look he sent her way.  

Juliet’s heart was heavy as she lifted her faraway eyes to meet Ethan’s heated gaze. She forced a shy smile to slide across her face as her hand reached up and tugged Ethan’s chin down to meet her awaiting lips.  

Heathcliff was a dream anyways and Ethan was right in front of her, real and tangible. His body was warm and his lips were eager, Juliet’s eyes closed as the sweet numbness surrounded her once more. 

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@ilovemybrown-eyedbabygirl @amyispxnk

[danikamariewrites]

Hi! Could you write a story where reader is on her period and Helion takes care of her ? Thank you!

P.S I love your stories very much!

Cramps

Helion x reader

A/n: thank you anon! I hope you love this one

Warnings:

A knock sounds on Helion’s office door. “Come in.” Your assistant, Lana, enters with an arm full of paperwork. Lana’s sky blue dress swishes as she strides across the marble floor. She drops the stack of papers with a loud thump on his desk.

Helion looks up, surprised to see Lana instead of you. “Where’s y/n?” Lana cocks an eyebrow at him, throwing in a scowl. “These are the papers y/n signed that still require your signature, High Lord.” Helion leans back in his chair. His head resting on the high back.

“You still haven’t answered me Lana.” Helion’s tone feigning authority. He knows Lana respects your positions, but she’s a straight to the point kind of person. She hates small talk and Helion’s teasing. The only person she’ll do ‘small talk’ with is you.

Lana leans back crossing her arms over her chest. She’s looking down her nose at Helion, like he isn’t one of the most powerful Fae in Prythian. “You don’t know?” Helion pulls his lips in a tight line and holds his hands out in front of him. “I’m out of guesses.”

She rolls her eyes at him. “Your mate got hit with her cycle and is being miserable. In bed. Alone.” Helion’s eyes go wide and stands quickly from his desk. Rushing out the door he hears Lana call after him. He was too far to hear her.

Helion was too focused on getting to your room to be with you. You hated being alone on your cycle, you didn’t handle pain that well. You put on a brave face but you can’t stand it. Usually, he knew when your cycle was about to start.

Opening the door to your shared bedroom the first thing Helion notices is how dim the lights are. You’re curled up in a ball in the middle of the bed with both his and your pillows. He walks over to the bed putting a hand on your shoulder, rubbing circles with his thumb on your skin.

“Hey, love. Can I get yo anything?” You turn your head, wincing at the pain behind your eyes. Tears were fresh on your cheeks as you squint up at him. “Will you stay with me?”

Helion gave you a sympathetic look before spooning you. “Will you rub my tummy? I have cramps.” Helion rests his large palms on your lower stomach. He lightly digs his fingers in, trying to relieve your pain.

His hands begin to glow, using his healing power to relieve the pain in your abdomen. You let out a satisfied hum, feeling the pain ebb away.

“Are you in pain anywhere else?” “My legs.” You sigh. This is something you love about Helion. He’ll drop everything to take care of you. He’s so loving and attentive, especially when it comes to your cycle. Many males wouldn’t do what he does for you.

Moving down to your legs his hands glow again, relieveing the tingling numbness. The tightness you were holding in your body dissipates and you feel yourself relax into Helion’s warmth. You turn tucking yourself into him, letting out a sweet hum.

“Better?” He asks kissing your head, rubbing at your back. “Yes, thank you.” You mumble sleepily. “Can I have something to eat?” “Of course. Get some rest and I’ll be right back love.” As Helion gets up he ticks the covers under your chin, making sure you were comfortable.

tags: @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane

[callumsgirl]

IN MY HEAD #10

Listen to: Lana Del Rey - Radio

Sweet like cinnamon

Here's another thought that has crossed my mind...

John and Gale are spending a whole weekend alone far away from base and enjoying each others company. It's summer and the sun sets down, painting the sky in dark red and orange shades.

Bucky and Buck are laying under a big apple tree and enjoying the last rays of sunshine. The smell of sweet apples and freshly mown grass are in the air and tickle Gale's nose. He wrinkles his nose slightly and John strokes Gale's full lower lip tenderly with his thumb.

"I couldn' be happier, darlin'…you know that, right?" John murmured, smiling softly and blowing feather-light kisses on Gale's jaw line.

"Yeah", he replied slowly. He returned the smile and John felt the corners of Gale's mouth move under the touch of his fingertips.

Buck snuggled closer to his body and slid a hand into Bucky's tousled, dark hair. He ran his fingertips tenderly over John's sensitive, sun-warmed skin and sighed when their lips finally touched.

They kissed slowly and without haste. Time stood still between them, and only the pounding of their two hearts and the birdsong hummed in Gale's ears. He pulled Bucky closer to him so that he slowly settled between his thighs. Their hips bumped together with relish and the electrifying friction made them both moan.

At that moment, everything was almost perfect, the war almost forgotten. Because John tasted fruity, sweet apple and a hint of cinnamon on Gale's lips when he opened his lips.

Now his life was sweet like a cinnamon and he wouldn't change a single thing about it.

[shiningcorazon]

painful.

tags: tanjiro x reader, aged-up, smut, angst (you guys are just exes nothing crazy), makeup sex? hmm

a/n: finally...lmfao. College has been kicking my ass I'm so sorry! But it's done. So sorry if it's so vanilla, I am very much a vanilla girl sorry not sorry. This situation really does hurt when it happens irl...so enjoy my pain! <3

songs: shades of cool; lana del rey, i will always; the cranberries

It was almost painful.

Stepping slowly into his apartment, cautious, as if to not let yourself fall in.

You hear him lock the door behind you with a quiet thunk. You close your eyes momentarily and inhale. The air seemed so…different. You stood in an apartment you used to practically live in, and now it feels foreign.

It was painful.

He quietly made his way around you, and you were met with those big crimson eyes of his. He looked sad, but he still had a warmness to him. A warmth that was so…Tanjiro.

He studies your face, and Tanjiro can’t believe you’re here. He hasn’t seen you since the day you left him; the day he let you go.

Now standing before him, you both wonder if this was a huge mistake.

“I missed you.” The words escaped you. Tanjiro was surprised; you were never one to initiate conversation, let alone speak in such difficult situations. You even surprised yourself. Why did you say that? It was over, there was nothing to necessarily miss. It’s over. It’s over, so why are you here?

His eyebrows curled into a worried expression, but still, he smiled.

“I missed you too.”

beat.

beat.

beat.

The silence was deafening, but it was welcomed. What else is there to say?

Meeting his gaze, your mind wandered.

You remembered how you two first met. You were at the library and he offered you coffee. How he kissed you for the first time under the night sky, how his soft lifts met yours and his warmth enveloped you. How he would call you baby, sweetheart, my love. How at nights he would reach out to you, even while he slept. How he—

Heavy tears were suddenly falling down your cheek. You quickly turned around, you couldn’t bear the feeling of him watching you cry. How pathetic! How embarrassing!

“! Are you okay?” he reached out to grab your shoulder, but decided not to. Perhaps it was his presence that upset you.

“Yes, I, I’m sorry I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

You sniffled and wiped the tears away, for some reason the tears wouldn’t stop. He waited for you to turn around, let you have as much time to compose yourself.

“Tanjiro, maybe I should leave,” you said after some time. Still not facing him; it was still too much.

“What? No—I mean, if you want to go that’s okay but don’t feel like you need to, I-”

“Tanjiro, why am I here?” You faced him, and he looked so sad.

“…I don’t really understand wha-”

You’ve got to get out of here. “I mean, why did you call me.”

“…”

No words left him for a while. All he could do was stare back at your sad eyes. Why did he call you? He just missed you. He hasn’t told anyone, but he hasn’t stopped thinking of you since you left. Everything reminds him of you; he dreams of you. Living without your presence was driving him insane, he just needed to see you again. Was it selfish of him to call you?

“I just, needed to see you again. I missed you tremendously. I just needed to see you once more. We don’t have to keep talking after this, I’m sorry if I hurt you I-”

Your sudden embrace cut him off. You had quickly closed the distance between you two, and you pulled him into a hug. Tanjiro’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. He was frozen in shock; he didn’t know what to do.

It was nice to know he missed you as much as you missed him.

Your arms squeezed tighter as you felt the tears pour out once more, and you laid your head on his chest. You squeezed your eyes shut once you realized Tanjiro hadn’t moved, did you cross a line?

It was when you felt his heavy arms reach around you that you finally relaxed. He sighed softly, and let his head lay atop yours. How could Tanjiro ever deny a hug from you?

You missed this. So much.

…

You don’t really know how much you two spent just holding each other. It was so quiet; all you could hear was the rise and fall of his breath and his heartbeat. His hands would occasionally rub your back in a loving manner, and you would melt deeper into his embrace.

“hmm,” he hummed softly and you felt his head lift up. You finally opened your eyes and met his gaze, your hands finding their own place on his chest. You don’t know what it is, but he always manages to make you feel so comfortable, even in tough situations just as this one.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, his voice slightly raspy.

You nodded. Neither of you pulled away.

“Hm…well now we could order some Chinese—or pizza! up to you, and watch a movie or something. How does that sound?” You smiled as he spoke, he knew you so well.

“That sounds nice, Tanji.” He didn’t smile back, but he didn’t seem upset.

Tanji.

It’s been so long since you called him that. It’s embarrassing, really, how a single word had him dazed. His heartbeat began racing and you could feel it under the palm of your right hand; you didn’t mention it. He opened his mouth as to say something, but then closed it again. He did not have the words to explain what he was feeling.

His eyes flickered down to your lips, and back to you.

He leaned forwards.

Tanjiro’s lips met yours with a soft intensity. You opened your mouth beneath his, swallowing his sweetness. He smelled of earth and sundried linen; it was bliss.

He retracted from you, leaving you slightly disappointed. You felt his gaze trace every one of your features. He used to constantly remind you how much he loved all of you; every inch, every centimeter. Placing his calloused hand on your cheek, he began stroking it tenderly.

“My love,” he whispered; these words he only reserved for you.

Your face leaned into his palm as your hands reached above his shoulders. They met the back of his head and pulled him to meet you once again. The kisses were rougher, more passionate. You could feel the air leaving your lungs, yet you have never felt so alive. Your hands pulled at his hair, quietly begging for more. Quiet moans left him and you swallowed each one. His rough hands traced down your figure until they landed on your hips. Slowly pushing you towards the nearest wall, eliciting a sound of surprise from you when your back makes contact.

His lips left yours, leaving you to gasp the cool air that now separated you both. His head lowered and a whimper left you when you felt his hot breath caress your neck.

“I missed you so much,” he spoke before he began leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your neck. His left hand landed on the lush skin of your thigh, while his right hand grabbed your hip vigorously, pulling you in closer, closer. The sounds of pleasure that left you only made Tanjiro lust for you grow, it was almost unbearable.

Whispered praises left him between each kiss. Making his way to your collarbone, marking your lush skin. He whimpered at the taste of you. His left hand traveled upwards, lifting your summer dress. Your eyes fluttered shut as you focused on the line his fingers traced towards your core. His finger curled under the band of your panties and—

What are you doing?

You two were not together anymore. It’s over, remember? This…won’t mend the past.

To be with him now, it hurt. But you loved the pain. You missed being pitied by him, being held by him. You missed being vulnerable, being weak. Right now he is basically on his knees praising you, begging for you.

“if you want me to stop, just tell me,” he murmured into your skin.

Did he truly miss you?

Does it matter?

Either way, you’d let him use you just to feel loved by him again, wouldn’t you?

“Tanjiro, please…don't stop.” How pathetic.

A sigh of relief left him as his movements continued. Fervently, he tugged at your panties, pulling them languidly down your leg. You were at his disposal. Fully exposed, body and soul.

He had stopped kissing your skin by now, but he remained within the crevice of your neck. Breathing you in, savoring the noises of pleasure that left you. You gasped when you felt two thick fingers slide against your entrance. You were so wet. Tanjiro held in a moan when he left your slick quickly cover his fingers; you were intoxicating.

He lifted his head to meet your eyes once more.

You averted your gaze away from his. But his free hand roughly grabbed at your jaw, pulling you and forcing you to look into his eyes as he slowly dips into you. Grabbing at his shoulders to find some leverage, you moan into the space between you two. He almost groans when you take him so easily.

“you’re—you’re being so good,” he panted.

Tanjiro could only stare at your face painted with ecstasy as his fingers continued to drill into you. Deciding to make add to your pleasure, or perhaps to torture you further, his thumb begins drawing lazy circles on your clit, eliciting a cry from you.

“Oh-”

The pressure wasn’t enough to make you cum, all it did was make you much more desperate for his touch. His face hovered above yours, dark crimson eyes staring into yours. You leaned in, trying to kiss him, but he would only tilt backwards in response. He was teasing you.

“Tanji, please-”

Your pleading had Tanjiro’s self control hanging by a thread. Weird, how yesterday he was dreaming of you, and now you’re here, being so compliant. So good, just for him.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?”

“More, please—I need more,”

He shivered. “Is that so?”

“Please.”

“Anything for you.”

His fingers left you, but before you could even think about complaining his lips crashed against yours, and you melt into him once more. Tongue sliding against yours, craving your taste. You pull at his hair, both of you so desperately hungry for each other.

Perhaps it was that you were too captivated in his embrace, but you did not heart him remove his belt. You only felt two strong arms grab the back of your thighs, and then those same arms easily lift you up so that your legs wrapped around his waist. A gasp left you both as you felt him rub against your folds.

He separated from you.

“Is this okay?” his voice cracked.

This was too much, too fast, you thought.

But as you look into his eyes again, who cares?

“…yes,”

Tanjiro’s eyebrows furrowed and slowly, he slid into you. You gasped while he hissed. He stayed still for a moment, selfishly savoring the feeling. After a while, he began moving once more and all the pain was replaced by pleasure.

His thrusts were ceaseless. Constantly hitting that sweet spot, leaving you teary eyed as you whined and moaned for him. All Tanjiro could do (besides fuck you mindless) was to stare at you, oh sweet and beautiful you.

You feel your release coming sooner than excepted, and you grabbed his face. You wanted to look into his eyes as you came, something you two would always do.

And you don’t know what it is, maybe the soft smile he gives you, the soft whispered praises that leave him, or the whole nostalgic feeling of this situation, but the words just leave you:

“I love you.”

His smile drops, and his movements seem to hesitate.

“Don’t just tell me you love me, tell me you need me.” He whined.

The desperation in his voice broke you, both physically and emotionally. You were at the brink of your orgasm as you managed to stutter out what he asked of you.

“I—I need you Tanjiro, oh—”

Quickly and all at once, pleasure shot through you like a wave. You squeezed your eyes closed and moaned loudly, pulling at Tanjiro’s hair almost as a thank you.

You could tell he was near his limit as well, feeling his movements hitch.

“Where—do you,” he could barely let out a full sentence.

“Inside.”

“Wha-inside? Are you sure?”

“Please Tanjiro, please,” you panted.

He buried his head into the crook of your neck as he sped up. You then felt his warmth fill you up, as his breath caress your neck as he moans your name.

Your eyes are still closed. A room once filled with cries of pleasure was now occupied by silence and soft panting. Remaining where you were, both of you too afraid to speak, let alone look at each other.

…

You don’t know exactly what happened next, it was all a haze really.

But here you lay, on his bed. Wearing one of his shirts; it smells like him, overwhelmingly so. With the lights out, you can’t even tell if the walls are still white. The bed shifts slightly as he lays besides you, and you jolt as you feel his arm snake around you.

He murmurs into your hair, “I love you too.”

But he didn’t say it to your face, did he?

You close your eyes and try to sleep, but you can’t. The pit in your stomach won’t go away.

You stare out the window and look at the full moon, quietly wondering if love is worth all this pain.

[pure-garbage]

Nosy Friends? Nami's Incorrect Assumptions

"Nami!"

Usopp demanded the navigator's attention, but she didn't look away from the task of watering her tangerine trees.

"Nami, you're not gonna believe what I just saw!"

"A flying sea king?"

"No! Although if you can believe it, I did see one of those once, actually," Usopp admitted. "The thing I just saw now is way more believable than that, though!"

"Did Luffy eat something ridiculous again?"

"Less commonplace than that."

"I could keep guessing all day, Usopp," Nami sighed. "Just tell me."

"Okay, brace yourself... I saw Zoro kiss Lana!"

"Huh? He did not," Nami scoffed. "You must have been mistaken."

"Definitely not! And If I'm being totally honest, I feel like this development has been a long time coming. I mean those two have been like, basically attached at the hip since we visited the sky island."

"I don't buy it," Nami said, narrowing her eyes. "Zoro at least is definitely a homosexual. Maybe Lana too."

"Oh, she's homosexual alright," Usopp snickered. "Very much attracted to men. If you don't believe me, you don't have to take my word for it. Go ask them about it."

"Thanks, but I'll pass," Nami said with a roll of her eyes. "I'm sure you saw them come close, what with all the wrestling those two do..."

"Hey! I know what I saw!" Usopp fumed, offended by Nami's blatant disregard for what he considered to be riveting news.

Nami ignored him and went back to her daily routine. Later, she passed by Zoro and Lana napping on deck. They sprawled in opposite directions, heads close. Their arms crossed, each shading the other's eyes from the sun.

'Cute, but definitely gay,' Nami thought.

It had been fairly obvious to her from the start of her acquaintanceship with Zoro that he wasn't straight. He wore earrings, never showed interest in women, and even the way he stood had a certain flair that to Nami's practiced eye was a dead giveaway. His relationship with Lana, if anything, had only made Nami more convicted in her assessment. Only a gay man would be comfortable exercising in such close quarters with a female crewmate, and with so little clothing no less.

Admittedly, Nami was less certain about Lana, but if she wasn't gay, the woman certainly had an admirable amount of self-control. Even Nami occasionally found herself at risk of drooling if she let herself watch Zoro's daily workouts. Although at close range, the smell was certainly enough of a turn-off that it was possible Lana was actually straight, and just not completely nose-blind.

The evening wore on and the fickle seas of the grand line remained mercifully calm. Something strange caught Nami's eye while she recorded axis measurements.

Zoro and Lana entered the washroom together and didn't come back out right away.

Interest piqued, Nami recalled Usopp's claim.

"No way," she scoffed. "I have to see this for myself. I won't believe it until I see it."

She tested the door handle.

'Not locked! Ooh, I wonder if I'm making a mistake... I might be about to see something I don't want to...'

Despite her apprehensions, Nami's curiosity got the best of her. She flung the door open with a scowl.

"What in the- Oh."

Zoro and Lana froze, staring at Nami with blank, innocent expressions. Zoro was shirtless on a stool, a towel draped over his shoulders. Lana stood behind him, carefully trimming his hair with a pair of scissors.

"Oh, hey Nami," Lana said in greeting. "Need to use it? We can come back later."

Nami chuckled in relief and shook her head.

"No, my bad. As you were."

'So gay,' she thought. 'Usopp was definitely mistaken.'

At dinner, Zoro and Sanji went through their usual routine of hostility while Nami beckoned Usopp, prompting him to lean in close.

"Now, if you told me you saw Zoro try to kiss Sanji, that I would believe," she muttered smugly.

"Nami, I'm telling you, you've got this whole thing all wrong," Usopp tsked confidently. "You'll see. They'll do it again, I'm sure of it."

"Fat chance."

Across the table, Lana snapped.

"Will you two knock it off?!" she roared, grabbing the cook and the swordsman by an ear each and putting them an arm span apart while they yelped and grumbled. "I AM TRYING TO EAT!"

"Super. Gay," Nami murmured to Usopp. He only shook his head stubbornly in response.

That night, Nami stayed up late compiling the days data into her logbook. A scuffling on deck drew her interest. Zoro and Lana were the only ones not in the cabin.

'It's late... those two don't usually spar after night fall. I wonder if everything's alright out there.'

Nami poked her head out of the cabin, bringing an oil lamp with her. Dark clouds obscured the moon's light, but she could still clearly make out Lana and Zoro. He leaned over the rail of the Merry, and Lana in turn bent over his back with her chin resting on his shoulder and her hands deep in her pockets. Nami couldn't make out what they were saying, but Lana's giggle rang out like chimes over the sleepy ship, soft and bright. She nudged Zoro's earrings with the tip of her nose, tinkling them playfully.

'Huh. This... actually doesn't look all that gay.'

As if to put the final nail in the coffin of Nami's long-held impressions, Zoro turned casually and pressed his lips tenderly to Lana's.

"Hey! What the hell's the big idea?!" Nami demanded, stomping out of the cabin.

"Hey Nami," Lana greeted her, nonchalant. Neither she nor Zoro moved from their pose. "Couldn't sleep?"

Nami shook with rage and disbelief. She leveled an accusatory finger at them, mostly Zoro.

"I thought you didn't like girls!" she cried in outrage.

"Huh? Who, me?" he asked, puzzled. "I never said that."

"Then why do you always act that way?!" Nami seethed.

"What way?" Zoro frowned, dumbfounded.

"So damn fruity!"

"Fruity?! How?! I don't act fruity!" Zoro protested.

"Actually, you kind of do," Lana broke in. "I thought you were gay when we first met."

"Huh? You did?"

"Yep. At one point I was convinced you had a big crush on Sanji," Lana grinned, causing Zoro to sulk.

"You're just saying that to be mean," he grumbled.

"So you're telling me you've really been straight this whole time?!" Nami fumed.

"Yeah, of course. Duh."

"I don't get it, Nami," Lana frowned. "Why would you be so upset over Zoro's sexuality?"

"Because! I've changed in the same room as this man dozens of times assuming he wouldn't even spare me a glance!" Nami raged, red as a boiled lobster, wrath rolling off her in steaming waves.

"I never did!" Zoro scowled.

"Oh yeah right!"

"Look, your wrong assumptions aren't my fault, so take your slights somewhere else. Anyway, I'm not a peeping Tom, unlike a certain pervy cook I could mention."

"Lana! Back me up! I'm not overreacting, am I?!"

"Hey, leave me out of this!" Lana said defensively.

"I demand restitution!" Nami stormed.

"Forget it! I didn't do anything wrong! Come on, Lana, help me out here!"

"You two settle this yourselves!" Lana backed away, hands in the air. "I'm going to bed! Have fun!"

She left them bickering on deck with a snicker. Inside, Usopp was busy listening intently.

"The drama," he cackled softly. "Nami really hates being wrong, huh?"

"Who doesn't? Go to bed, Usopp," Lana sighed.

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== First Chapter ==

[euniahk]

Crossed Lines by Lana Sky “Attachments are for fools. Promises are meant to be broken...and, despite how pretty they may sound, empty words mean nothing at all.”

Maryanne Mayweather (Dove Cameron)

James Thorne (Josh Duhamel) 

Elaine Thorne (Rosamund Pike)

Grandmama (Maggie Smith)

Marie Mayweather (Lea Seydoux)  

[yamrch-blog]

[deja-vux]

Edge of Midnight Masterlist

Seven stories, all different but share one thing in common love comes in the strangest forms and in many different ways. Despite it all, love doesn't always mean you'll find a happy ending sometimes it could mean the end of the line or the demise of your sanity.

A/N: This is an anthology series you do not have to read all of them to understand what is happening, they are made to be read individually. Once the word count changes from TBD to a number it means the story has been posted. MINORS DNI🔞 Taglist is OPEN.

Bonnie & Clyde (Clyde!Changkhyun x Bonnie!Reader)

Inspo: Bonnie & Clyde by Yuqi

Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Violence, Blood, Gore, Smut, Alchohol, Substance Abuse, Angst, Mentions of Death,MINORS DNI🔞

For him, bars, clubs, and neon motel nights were the places he called home, for her, it was wherever he was home. It was a tale as old as time, an angel tainted and fallen from grace the moment she fell in love with the devil himself. Now even under the current circumstances, she lives under she still seems to see the world through rose-colored glasses, and her heart beats for him and only him just as his heart does for her. Despite their hobbies and line of work, they're just like any other couple they go on dates and brag about their partner's accomplishments. They even share a bed together in the ratty old motel room they call home for the night laying in each other's arms and then packing up to move on the next day just to do it all over again. This is the life they chose, one with a never-ending high but even the sun sets in paradise for this modern versioned Bonnie and Clyde.

Word Count: 3.8k+

Wicked Games (Lee Know x Witch!Reader)

Inspo: Wicked Games by The Weeknd

Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Angst, Smut, Manipulation, MINORS DNI🔞

He knew better than this, he knew he should have listened to their warnings, but he didn't want to believe them. There's no way someone as perfect as her could hurt him. She couldn't, she wouldn't, yet he should have known better. She feels like a dream, an oasis in the desert, yet she disappears and reappears as if she had never existed at all. He should have known better than to get himself involved with the quiet and shy girl as her essence is one unlike any other, one that gives him confidence in himself one moment just to lose it the next. The mind games are never-ending but the prize is more than worth it, no matter how wicked her games are.

Word Count: TBD

Ultraviolence (Vampire!Jaemin x Vampire!Reader)

Inspo: Ultraviolence by Lana Del Rey

Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Blood, Gore, Violence, Smut, Angst, Manipulation, Mention of Death, MINORS DNI🔞

To her, they were simply meant to be, to him, she was a simple fling. Caught in a whirlwind romance, not even she could see the fate that was handed to her. Despite moving on and building herself back up again old feelings emerge the moment she bumps into him again in a moment of Deja Vu. Her biggest regret was putting her faith, trust, and heart in his hands. His biggest mistake, leaving her for dead without a word or evidence of his existence. To others, it seems like a tale of star-crossed lovers, but don't be fooled by the facade as even after hundreds of years hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, especially one blessed with beauty and rage.

Word Count: TBD

Midnight Sky (Xiaojun x Eris!Reader)

Inspo: Midnight Sky by Miley Cyrus

Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Smut, Substance Abuse, Alcohol, MINORS DNI🔞

Going out for a night on the town was all he expected, that was until he met her. One taste of her intoxicating lips was all he needed to change his plans for the nights. For her, everything was going according to plan, to get her fix for the night. Little did she know he was just as intoxicating to her as she was to him. Soon enough just one taste is not enough. Tangled in the devil's tango it's easy to slip up and make a mistake. Only the strong-willed can make it out in one piece, while the weak fall fixated on what could have been. Peace is only temporary, chaos can last a lifetime.

Word Count: TBD

Sinphony (Detective!Sehun x Siren!Reader)

Inspo: Sinphony by Kim Woo Seok

Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Violence, Blood, Gore, Drowning, Smut, Mentions of Death, MINORS DNI🔞

A slew of mystery drownings plague the city and the victims all share one thing in common, they're single all single men with terrible records. In a way, he wants to thank whoever is behind it, but he knows their methods aren't probably the most morally correct. His suspicions are only confirmed when a body washes up on the shore bloody and mangled. He believes the bodies are dumped after the murder, but little does he know the victims seal their fate on their own accords once they hear her song. When he looks too deep he soon too seals his own fate letting the ocean's melody lead him to the kiss of death. Sometimes knowing too much can lead to a few casualties.

Word Count: TBD

Moonlight (Taeyoung x Succubus!Reader)

Inspo: Moonlight by Jamie, CHEETAH

Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Smut, Mentions of Addiction, Substance Abuse, Alcohol, MINORS DNI🔞

He never wanted to come, it wasn't his style but his friends dragged him anyway. Even now as he sat in the lounge under the neon lights he can't help but sigh in boredom, that was until he saw her. The main act of the night, as he sat entranced by her movements and beauty little did he know her intentions were more sinister than making a couple of bucks and a night in his arms. His pure soul and stubbornness only caught her eye even more. The purer the victim the sweeter the soul. Addiction is a funny thing that can affect anyone, even the strong-willed have an Achilles point that will make them fall, they just need the right incentive.

Word Count: TBD

Prisoner (Demon!BamBam x Reader)

Inspo: Prisoner by Miley Cyrus ft. Dua Lipa

Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Angst, Smut, Manipulation, Branding, MINORS DNI🔞

When she visited a psychic with her friends the last thing she expected was a warning to stay away from the tall pale man offering her his hand. In fact, how could she refuse his offer after seeing the face that accompanied the tall figure? The kind man was quick to sweep the helpless girl off her feet. He was sweet and generous, but little did she know the malicious intent underneath his acts of kindness. After all, a man's got to make a living somehow. She should have known better than to ignore the warning, but now she's chained down until the next victim if she's lucky. No matter how hard it is to stay she can't seem to run away and he won't let her go.

Word Count: TBD

KPOP Masterlist

Taglist (Minors DNI🔞): @perfectlysane24​​ @serialee​​​

[fasternneverscared]

Book 35/50: Crossed Lines by Lana Sky.

[bhillson]

Crossed Lines by Lana Sky

Crossed Lines by Lana Sky

Crossed Lines Lana Sky Publication date: August 14th 2019 Genres: Adult, Coming of Age, Women’s Fiction

Psychopath. Borderline. Crazy.

Seventeen-year-old Maryanne Mayweather wears each term like a badge of pride. Expelled from her twelfth boarding school, she lands on the doorstep of her flighty aunt Elaine and Elaine’s husband James, one more screw-up away from being made a ward of the…

[gyllenhaalstories]

BOYFRIEND!JAKE HEADCANONS.

notes: this was probably done a million times but i’m the mood for some soft boyfriend jake (this also explains the soft sweater gifs! i found them in a gif hunt, but i cropped them <3). yeah, i have not written in forever so this is a mess! warnings: mentions of smut. extra: listen to nothing’s gonna hurt you baby by cigarettes after sex & lucky ones by lana del rey if you want to vibe with me. i hope you enjoy !!! 

Jake is a loving, caring, supportive and protective boyfriend. Always here to cheer for you, to cheer you up. Always doing the most to make you feel at ease and loved. He would hide you from the paparazzis, making sure they never caught you during a bad moment or from a bad angle. If they did, it was for one of his famous staring contest when you were eating and he seemed to captivated by this simple human action. However, during galas and premieres? He would squeeze you tight against his body like the two of you were attached by the hip. You would always match. It would take him out of his comfort zone, but you thought he looked handsome in every possible color and suit. 

He was ready to fight anyone who did not agree you were the most beautiful woman to ever exist.

Maggie, his mother, his friends... They all liked you. They thought you were different from his other partners. You already acted like a married couple while being the best of friends. They all approved of the two of you. 

Intense. That is the best word to describe your relationship. You met, you dated, you practically moved in together so quickly your family and friends found it odd. You went from holding hands shyly during a walk by the Hudson River to making out like porn actors while waiting for your food at some fancy restaurant. 

You two would fight. About the smallest things. Exploding in screams and tears. Either way, you would never go to bed angry and hurt, the two of you would always apologize and talk out of it. Jake did not care if you spent the whole night discussing with you, even if he had to shoot early the next morning. You taught him how to be a better man, how to admit his flaws and make up for his mistakes. You did the same. It took two to tango.

 And you happened to be incredible dance partners. Not in terms of talent, you just stepped over one another’s feet while dancing to your own beats, ignoring the song completely. You would dance at the most random times: while brushing your teeth at night, getting ready for the day, before a big event, while waiting in line for your food, at friends’ weddings like nobody is watching you... You would blush at the eyes staring back at you. He would laugh. 

You would do absolutely anything just to hear him laugh. It sounded like a melody to you, the most beautiful symphony. You made him laugh, during your first date. That was when the butterflies happened. He thought you were absolutely gorgeous, witty, smart and intriguing, but when you took him out of his reserved and analytical bubble? He knew that was how falling in love felt like.

The sex was amazing. He made love to you with such passion an delicacy. He fucked your brains out like it was his life depended on it. He would praise you, call you his princess for taking him so good. He would degrade you, calling you his slut for taking whatever he was giving you. More often than not, his two personalities would intertwine, taking you to cloud nine in no time. 

He would treat you like a princess, too. Breakfast in bed, helping you with the smallest chores around the house, showering you with presents and compliments. He was so soft, so sweet. He always had this excited grin on his lips whenever you unwrapped a new gift, whether it was a beautiful designer dress, fancy lingerie or some cute stuffed animal to have a cuddle buddy while he’s out of town for work. 

You would steal his sweaters, because they smelled like him to the point his side of the wardrobe was growing empty while yours was overflowing. He did not care, not even a little bit. He stole your clothes too to keep your scent with him, you just never noticed. 

Just like you never noticed the way he looks at you when you make love like time had stopped. Just like you never noticed how he always squeezed you a little bit tigther before your hugs end, so he could remember the feeling of your body in his arms. Just like you never noticed his voice always got a little higher pitched when he spoke about you, unable to control his joy. 

His phone? It was filled with photos of you. Pictures he captured without you noticing him, selfies of the two of you together, sunset photos with the back of your head as you stared at the sky, photos of you in sexy lingerie or right after sex when you were glowing like a million of twinkling stars. He would make a private Instagram just to brag to his close friends and relatives about how happy you made him. Burnt foods you tried to bake while he was away, clothes you tried to buy for his birthday but they did not fit, photos of you and Leo, his dog.

Leo loved you more than he loved Jake. When you two were introduced, it was truly love at first sight. it left Jake jealous, although he would never say it out loud. Leo would bring the ball or the frisbee back to you, only listen to your commands, beg for more treats. You would eventually adopt a dog together too. You would post ton of photos of the four of you, of your family.

He has dated a lot of people. Engagement had never even crossed his mind, so marriage and family? That was out of the question. Until he met you. Rumour has it he stopped by Tiffany’s on an impulse after your first date and bought the most expensive and sparkly ring he could find. He had this gut feeling about you, although he was scared it was not mutual. He kept it hidden, somewhere deep in his socks drawer. He would wait for the best occasion, because, to him, you only deserved the absolute best. 

Would it be in California, after a long walk on the beach by the sunset? Would it be in London after a movie premiere? Would it be at 4 am in his New York apartment while you eat raw cookie dough like this is the best moment of your life? It was one big mystery. Jake was sure of one thing: he did not need you to say “I do” to feel like the luckiest man on Earth with you.

[amwritesitall]

The Sarahs as Songs from Folklore and Evermore

Masterlist

Link in the names are the Spotify playlists I have for each character. These playlists are a never ending work in progress. Some posts can be found on a few of them on the Masterlist link above.

The reasoning for these songs vary. Some are like I’m pitching you a thesis for an essay and others are just little blurbs. Also, I apologize for any grammatical errors! A lot of this was worked on after midnight, so there might be a few errors I missed.

Billie Dean Howard

“cowboy like me”

I've got some tricks up my sleeve Takes one to know one You're a cowboy like me Never wanted love Just a fancy car Now I'm waiting by the phone Like I'm sitting in an airport bar You had some tricks up your sleeve Takes one to know one

You're a cowboy like me Perched in the dark Telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear Like it could be love I could be the way forward Only if they pay for it

You gotta love Billie Dean. This song gives me Billie vibes in the way that the narrator never was really looking for love, they just kind of stumbled upon it. Billie Dean was never really looking since she was focused on her show and her career in general, wanting fame and fortune. Settling down for love wasn’t in the cards, but then she finds the perfect person and the person she ends up falling for is someone similar to her, never wanting to settle down. 

Long story short, two lady killers meet and fall for each other.

“august”

But I can see us lost in the memory August slipped away into a moment in time 'Cause it was never mine And I can see us twisted in bedsheets August sipped away like a bottle of wine 'Cause you were never mine

A lot of folklore gives me teen au vibes for a lot of these characters. This one makes me think of teen summer romance au with lady killer Billie Dean. For teen Billie, I just picture her having a whirlwind summer romance that doesn’t last long, but it leaves such an impact on her and the other person even after they’ve returned to someone else at the end of the summer.

Lana Winters

“betty”

Yeah, I showed up at your party Will you have me? Will you love me? Will you kiss me on the porch in front of all your stupid friends? If you kiss me, will it be just like I dreamed it? Will it patch your broken wings? I'm only 17, I don't know anything But I know I miss you

I know this song isn’t gay, but I want it to be, so here we are. Pretty much my only reasoning for this one is teen au vibes.

“cardigan”

Sequin smile, black lipstick Sensual politics When you are young, they assume you know nothing

But I knew you Dancin' in your Levi's Drunk under a streetlight, I I knew you Hand under my sweatshirt Baby, kiss it better, I

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan Under someone's bed You put me on and said I was your favorite

Secret relationship with Lana and her giving her lover all the love she deserves. Lana Winters is such a loving person and from her trouble with her family and others in her life, she knows what it’s like to feel like “an old cardigan sweater under someone’s bed” and she doesn’t want her lover to ever feel like that.

Another thing about this is in the first three lines. Lana is a young woman working in a mainly male dominated field. All the men (most of them older as well) look down on her because she is a young woman assuming, as the lyrics suggests, that she knows nothing. I might be crazy, but I feel like these first few lines some up some of the Lana we know and see throughout season two and her multiple appearances in other seasons as well.

“dorothea”

Hey Dorothea Do you ever stop and think about me? When we were younger Down in the park Honey, making a lark of the misery You got shiny friends since you left town A tiny screen's the only place I see you now And I got nothing but well wishes for ya

Dear reader, I propose to you this, the narrator talking about our Lana Winters. Specifically, I’m referring to Lana towards the end of season two where she has gotten fame from her book and her newfound fame goes to her head a little bit. The spin is that along with this she’s got a lover back home that wishes her well, but misses her, yearns for her if you will. So, we’re going to pretend there’s an AU where Lana’s got a lover back home and watches this all occur.

Cordelia Goode

“my tears ricochet”

And I can go anywhere I want Anywhere I want, just not home And you can aim for my heart, go for blood But you would still miss me in your bones And I still talk to you (when I'm screaming at the sky) And when you can't sleep at night (you hear my stolen lullabies)

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same Cursing my name, wishing I stayed You turned into your worst fears

CORDELIA HAS BEEN DONE DIRTY BY QUITE A FEW PEOPLE IN HER LIFE. Sis has been done dirty by Fiona, Hank, and problem a few other people we don’t even know about. 

This song makes me think of a few different things with Cordelia. The Fiona aspect is 1) Fiona’s anger with Cordelia for being the Supreme instead of being happy and proud of her daughter and 2) Fiona’s overall poor treatment of Cordelia.

You could also interpret this as Cordelia’s awful relationship with good ol toxic Hank. Cordelia didn’t deserve the awful treatment from Hank and Fiona. Cordelia is trying to deal with all of this and she loved these people, but they treated her so poorly and in the end it’s going to come back and bite them in the end.

“tolerate it”

I wait by the door like I'm just a kid Use my best colors for your portrait Lay the table with the fancy shit And watch you tolerate it If it's all in my head, tell me now Tell me I've got it wrong somehow I know my love should be celebrated But you tolerate it

Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life Drawing hearts in the byline Always taking up too much space or time You assume I'm fine

This song HURTS me. You can interpret this song a few different ways, but the way I interpret it for Cordelia is to look at it as a mother/daughter relationship between her and Fiona.

As a child, Cordelia always wanted to impress her mother. Her mother was the Supreme after all, so she had a lot to live up to (makes me think of “Now I’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life”). She’s giving it her all like the lyrics “Use my best colors for your portrait / Lay the table with the fancy shit.” The first line from the excerpt above also points to Cordelia still seeking this approval even now that she’s an adult. She does all of this for her mother, but in return her mother just merely tolerates it. It never seems like enough to impress her even though Cordelia is a successful and overall incredible woman. She always feels like she’s not enough, merely getting in the way (”Always taking up too much space or time”).

“ivy”

Oh, goddamn My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand Taking mine, but it's been promised to another Oh, I can't Stop you putting roots in my dreamland My house of stone, your ivy grows And now I'm covered in you

I wish to know The fatal flaw that makes you long to be Magnificently cursed He's in the room Your opal eyes are all I wish to see He wants what's only yours

AU AU AU AU AU

Picture it: a historical au with a forbidden love between Lady Cordelia Goode and a normal working class gal, however, Cordelia has been promised to marry another, say Hank. Secret relationship ensues.

I have so many thoughts on this au

Bette and Dot Tattler

“seven”

Sweet tea in the summer Cross your heart, won't tell no other And though I can't recall your face I still got love for you Your braids like a pattern Love you to the moon and to Saturn Passed down like folk songs The love lasts so long

This song just captures the innocence that I think fits Bette and Dot really well. It’s hard to find songs to fit these two, but I really think this one has their vibes.

“willow”

Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneaking in As if you were a mythical thing Like you were a trophy or a champion ring And there was one prize I'd cheat to win The more that you say The less I know Wherever you stray I follow I'm begging for you to take my hand Wreck my plans That's my man

Like “seven,” this song captures the innocent, sweet vibes that these two have. This one adds to the hopeless romantic aspect that both Bette and Dot have as well.

Sally McKenna

“hoax”

This has broken me down My twisted knife My sleepless night My win-less fight This has frozen my ground

Stood on the cliffside Screaming, "Give me a reason" Your faithless love's the only hoax I believe in Don't want no other shade of blue But you No other sadness in the world would do 

Sally is a sad bitch. Poor girl has been heart broken and I elaborate on this next part more later. With her love, Sally doesn’t want to move on from that person since she believed they were the love of her life, however, now they’ve betrayed her and are gone and she’s alone once again.

“right where you left me”

Everybody moved on, I I stayed there Dust collected on my pinned-up hair They expected me to find somewhere Some perspective, but I sat and stared

Right where you left me You left me no Oh, you left me no You left me no choice but to stay here forever You left me

AHHHH THIS IS A SALLY SONG! I’ve had this post in my drafts since evermore came out and I was worried I wouldn’t have much for Sally, but then this bonus track came out and I couldn’t not think of Sally when I listened to it.

This is another one of those songs that you can interpret literally or figuratively. In Sally’s case you could definitely interpret this as her being trapped as a literal ghost in the Cortez after her lover leaves her but you can also look at it in terms of Sally’s personality. In love, Sally seems like the person to hold onto someone long after they are gone and moved on. She loves hard, so it is extremely hard for her to move on. I think that if she found the person she believed was the right person and they ended up leaving her, she wouldn’t move on from them at all. She’d be holding on, waiting for them to come back even if they never do.

Audrey Tindall

“the 1″

But we were something, don't you think so? Roaring 20s, tossing pennies in the pool And if my wishes came true It would've been you In my defense, I have none For never leaving well enough alone But it would've been fun If you would've been the one

Audrey looking back on a love from another time. Basically I want all of the AUs. I wish I had more to say, but vibes.

“mirrorball”

And they called off the circus Burned the disco down When they sent home the horses And the rodeo clowns I'm still on that tightrope I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me I'm still a believer but I don't know why I've never been a natural All I do is try, try, try I'm still on that trapeze I'm still trying everything To keep you looking at me

This song makes me think of Audrey having to be different versions of herself for everyone through her career path and being a celebrity because she wants so desperately for people to love her and everything she does. She loves the spotlight with “I’m still on that trapeze / I’m still trying everything / To keep you looking at me,” and she’s such a people pleaser that she’ll do anything to get people to continue to like her even if sometimes there’s nothing you can do (”And they called off the circus / Burned the disco down”). I come to this conclusion through Audrey’s insecurities about her age that we see in the second half of season six with her relationship with Rory. 

“champagne problems”

Because I dropped your hand while dancing Left you out there standing Crestfallen on the landing Champagne problems

Your mom's ring in your pocket My picture in your wallet Your heart was glass, I dropped it Champagne problems

I’m not gonna lie, I don’t have a huge interpretation for this one. This kinda just makes me think of angsty au with Audrey.

“’tis the damn season”

So we could call it even You could call me babe for the weekend 'Tis the damn season, write this down I'm stayin' at my parents' house And the road not taken looks real good now And it always leads to you in my hometown

Out of everyone, Audrey is the person I picture going back to the ex for the holidays. She wants get cuffed for the holiday season even if it’s only for a little while.

“invisible string”

Green was the color of the grass Where I used to read at Centennial Park I used to think I would meet somebody there...

Time, curious time Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs Were there clues I didn't see? And isn't it just so pretty to think All along there was some Invisible string Tying you to me?

Audrey is definitely the type of person to believe in fate. To her everything happens for a reason and one day she’s going to find her soulmate. Overall, big Audrey Tindall vibes.

Ally Mayfair-Richards

“mad woman”

Every time you call me crazy, I get more crazy What about that? And when you say I seem angry, I get more angry

And there's nothing like a mad woman What a shame she went mad No one likes a mad woman You made her like that And you'll poke that bear 'til her claws come out And you find something to wrap your noose around And there's nothing like a mad woman

You cannot tell me that Ally did not ghost write this like damn this song screams Ally. This song is literally all about how society has a habit of gaslighting women and that’s exactly what happened to Ally for most of season seven. The entire season focused on Kai’s cult working to convince Ally that she’s going insane and when people wouldn’t believe the very real terror’s she was suffering from, it pushed her closer and closer to madness until she nearly breaks from it all.

“no body, no crime” feat. HAIM

Good thing my daddy made me get a boating license when I was fifteen And I've cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene Good thing Este's sister's gonna swear she was with me ("She was with me dude") Good thing his mistress took out a big life insurance policy

They think she did it but they just can't prove it They think she did it but they just can't prove it She thinks I did it but she just can't prove it No, no body, no crime I wasn't letting up until the day he died

We love a homicidal queen. Ally isn’t in SCUM for nothing. Also I’m pretty sure this is my favorite song from evermore because I’m in love with the vibes.

“marjorie”

Never be so polite, you forget your power Never wield such power, you forget to be polite

This bit of the song just makes me think of how Ally holds herself at the end of the season. It’s a simple, but still expresses the perfect message.

“closure”

It's been a long time And seeing the shape of your name Still spells out pain It wasn't right The way it all went down Looks like you know that now

Yes, I got your letter Yes, I'm doing better

ALLY DOESN’T NEED YOUR APOLOGY! SHE’S A BAD BITCH

Wilhemina Venable

“exile” feat. Bon Iver

All this time We always walked a very thin line You didn't even hear me out  You never gave a warning sign 

All this time I never learned to read your mind I couldn't turn things around  'Cause you never gave a warning sign

For these lyrics I’m picturing Mina’s lover saying/thinking them. Mina isn’t used to love, so when she finally falls for someone and they reciprocate those feelings she gets scared. She shuts them out without any warning sign because she’s not sure how to handle all these intense feelings for this person.

“illicit affairs”

Make sure nobody sees you leave Hood over your head Keep your eyes down Tell your friends you're out for a run You'll be flushed when you return Take the road less traveled by Tell yourself you can always stop What started in beautiful rooms Ends with meetings in parking lots

And that's the thing about illicit affairs And clandestine meetings And longing stares It's born from just one single glance But it dies, and it dies, and it dies A million little times

The connotation of these lyrics is everything in my interpretation of it with Wilhemina. The story line is similar to the song “ivy,” but the connotation of the affairs taking place is completely different. “ivy” is all about a forbidden but loving relationship, while “illicit affairs” has a more negative connotation to where the affair is tearing the person apart. This song makes me think of a secret relationship with Wilhemina where her lover wants something more than just a secret affair, but Wilhemina isn’t willing to open herself up enough for that. This affair turns into something that isn’t working well for the lover, but they want Wilhemina so much that they put up with whatever they can get.

Mildred Ratched

“happiness”

Honey, when I'm above the trees I see it for what it is But now my eyes leak acid rain on the pillow where you used to lay your head After giving you the best I had Tell me what to give after that All you want from me now is the green light of forgiveness You haven't met the new me yet And I think she'll give you that

I don’t have much in the interpretation department for this one, but this song does make me think of Mildred’s personality. This song has the vulnerability and a bit of bitterness that I feel like Mildred would have in a situation like this. I’m not exactly sure how to describe it but this makes me think of her outlook on love and heartbreak.

“evermore” feat. Bon Iver

I rewind the tape but all it does is pause On the very moment all was lost Sending signals To be double crossed

And I was catching my breath Barefoot in the wildest winter Catching my death And I couldn't be sure I had a feeling so peculiar That this pain would be for Evermore

This girl has been “double crossed.” My woman Mildred has been done dirty. This makes me think of angsty Mildred getting betrayed by someone who she trusted in love. And I don’t it’s sad and I thought of some sad vibes with bb millie.

“epiphany”

With you, I serve With you, I fall down, down Watch you breathe in Watch you breathing out, out

Something med school did not cover Someone's daughter, someone's mother Holds your hand through plastic now "Doc, I think she's crashing out" And some things you just can't speak about

Nurse Mildred Ratched. That is all folks.

“gold rush”

But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch Everybody wants you Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you Walk past, quick brush I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush Everybody wants you

At dinner parties I call you out on your contrarian shit And the coastal town We wandered 'round had never Seen a love as pure as it And then it fades into the gray of my day old tea 'Cause you know it could never be

Call me crazy BUT this song makes me think of Mildred. She’s the type of person that isn’t really comfortable with love. She doesn’t like to be vulnerable and this pushes her to be uncomfortable with little things like someone making her blush. Love is new to her.

She is also envious of the effect this person has on her and, in turn, the effect that person has on everyone else because they are so stunning. When they do get together it is the type of love that poetry is written about. Witty banter and fiery gazes but also the gentle caress of a hand while walking along the shore. 

This love is perfect in every way, but of course there must also be a level of angst to nearly all stories and the angst with this one is the fact that the time period Mildred is around in does not allow her to love her lover openly and freely. Overtime this might cause a strain on the relationship with the line “And then it fades into the gray of my day old tea / ‘Cause you know it could never be.” Her and her lover both know that society would condemn them for who they are.

Harriet Hayes

“peace”

'Cause there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best But the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me

But I'm a fire and I'll keep your brittle heart warm If your cascade ocean wave blues come All these people think love's for show But I would die for you in secret The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

Harriet is a big celebrity. She has paparazzi hounding her all the time and once she’s in a relationship they start hounding that person too. It’s a lot for a person and a relationship. Harriet can change that aspect of their relationship (”But the rain is always gonna come if you’re standing with me”), but she can provide her lover with as much love she can give. She will always try her best for the person she truly, truly loves her. There may be some bumps along the way (like the next song) but she will do her best and hopefully that’s enough for her lover because she can’t ever completely give them peace.

“this is me trying”

I've been having a hard time adjusting I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting I didn't know if you'd care if I came back I have a lot of regrets about that Pulled the car off the road to the lookout Could've followed my fears all the way down And maybe I don't quite know what to say But I'm here in your doorway

I just wanted you to know That this is me trying I just wanted you to know That this is me trying

They told me all of my cages were mental So I got wasted like all my potential And my words shoot to kill when I'm mad

The last line gives me hella Harriet vibes because I feel like when she’s angry she’s kind of blinded by it. She’s the type of person that says some really hurtful things that she doesn’t mean when she’s angry. 

Looking deeper, I get Harriet vibes from the beginning in the sense that Harriet is just trying to do the best that she can in a relationship, but it’s just not really working out. She has her career the “shiniest wheel,” however, now that’s slowing down and she’s lost on what to do with her relationships. She wants everything to work out like how she did so well so quick with her career, but everything isn’t working out like that.

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Fluffy February #14

14. Caring for them while they’re sick

I think it’s official fanon that Theron is the worst sick person ever.

**

“You’re supposed to be at your card game.”

That was the greeting Eva received as she entered Theron’s quarters for the first time.  She knew it existed, but it was somewhat theoretical to her; he always came over to Virtue’s Thief when they spent the night together.  Much like his apartment back on Coruscant, he considered it mostly “a place that wasn’t work,” not a home.  

The crisp air of early spring clung to her and her jacket as she bypassed the privacy screen that separated the living area from the bedroom.  “I won.” As Theron finally came into her line of sight, Eva let out a low whistle.

“Thanks for that,” he responded, irritated.

“What happened to you?” she said to the disgruntled figure that sat up in bed.

Theron grumbled about something that suspiciously sounded like “Lana” and “mother hen” and “killjoy.”

Eva took a step forward, and his hand came up to wave her back.  “Did you get your flu vaccine already?” he demanded.

“Yeah, got it the second I landed planetside for the tournament.  I heard Odessen got its supply too.”  Eva studied him for a moment, then continued her forward progress toward him. “Sounds like you didn’t.”

“I did,” came the insistent, cross answer.  

Theron looked like he’d gone a few rounds with something, then lost the bar fight at the afterparty. His eyes were bloodshot, with allergic shiners all around them.  She’d never seen him so pale, which was only further accentuated by the fact he probably hadn’t shaved since she left nearly a week before.

“What happened?” Eva asked.

Theron tried to look annoyed but only succeeded in looking miserable.  “We got the vaccine.  I got the vaccine.  I then caught a variation of the flu that the vaccine doesn’t fully cover – I’m blaming my source off Darvannis.”

“You should not be working.” Despite Lana being capable of packing him off to his room for isolation, taking away his datapads and computers was another thing entirely.

Theron waved his hand at her dismissively.  “My viral load is not at a contagious level. I’m not really sick.”

“You look like you died and came back unwillingly, Theron.”

Theron shook his head. “I still need to manage vaccine distribution.  I have about nineteen other things in my queue I need to address.  You shouldn’t even be near me – ”

Eva rolled her eyes at him as she grabbed his datapad right out of his hands.  Reflexes weren’t there.  “I hear excuses.  Do you want to end up in medbay where they won’t let you work?”

“As if you’re going to let me work; I know you’re going to kill the Holonet connection.”

Eva had finally figured out a programming trick that really pissed Theron off because of its effectiveness. “Yep.  So what’s the point in resisting?”

Theron huffed and crossed his arms in disgust.

**

Around 2100, his fever spiked.  Eva kept one eye on the temperature monitor and the other on the holonovel she was trying to read – one of those old high fantasy ones Theron had loved from when he was a kid. Very different from sky pirates. The best course was to let him sleep through the fever, unless it cracked the threshold that required a visit to medbay.  

As Eva set down a cup of tea with an audible clink, Theron’s voice rang out, confused.  “Who’s there?”

Eva hauled herself up out of her chair and moved swiftly.  She didn’t want him up and trying to grab his blaster from its customary bedside location (she’d already stashed it when she first arrived).  

“It’s me,” she said as she made her way toward his bed.

At the sight of her, Theron’s face immediately relaxed.  “Oh. What are you doing here?” he asked. He’d kicked off the sheets, and he’d sweat right through his undershirt.

“You’re sick.  I’m taking care of you.”

His brow creased as he digested this piece of news.  “I don’t normally let people stay here… And definitely not when I’m not feeling good.”  He looked over at the bedside table.  “Blaster’s gone.”

“I liked not being shot.” Eva sat at the end of his bed.  Something was…  off.

“Smart.”  He turned his gaze back at her, slightly unfocused. “You came because I was sick?”

“Yeah.”

“Not because it was too late for you to leave, once you found out?”  Again, he seemed annoyed he was sick, but what was this about leaving?

Eva blinked.  Oh.  

He thought he was in his old place on Coruscant, on a weekend…

“Absolutely.  You need someone to insist on being nice to you. Take care of you.” Eva scooted up the bed to be closer to him, within arm’s reach.  

A lopsided grin overran his face.  “Thanks. And thanks for not listening to me – I probably told you not to come.”  The words seemed to jog another memory, and just as quickly as the smile came, it went. “Is this a dream?”

Eva reached for his hand. “No.”

He didn’t seem convinced. “I do that a lot these days.  Dream of you. I know where you are, really.”  He ran his eyes over her.  “This is different, though.  You have more clothes on.”

Eva let herself laugh at that.  “It’s real. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He didn’t join her.  “We’ll see.”  He shifted on the bed, and his brain seemed to jump tracks again to something simpler.  “Hot,” he complained.  

Eva grabbed a washcloth from his small ensuite bathroom and helped him tug his shirt off so she could wipe him down and cool him off.  

It was the least she could do.  Eva was sick all the time now.  Theron took the shots and flew the various ships when her reflexes were poor.  She’d freeze some days, and he’d keep her warm. He held her hair back when the mystery side of effect of the week was vomiting, driving her to her knees in the Captain’s head. Tiredness conquered her, and he’d carry her off the field of battle that day.  Numbness came and went, so he helped her walk and even patiently plaited her hair when that was an ordeal.

It was the least she could do to be there the next morning, when the fever broke, to assure him he wasn’t dreaming anymore.

**

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What about Lana Winters reminiscing on Wendy?

Oh so you’re looking for pain tonight, are you little nonnie? Nevertheless, here you are! Also thought you should know I listened to A Burning Hill by Mitski while writing this. Give it a listen, I think it will inform my headspace (-:

I’ll Love The Littler Things

The stairway stands before Lana like a goddamned funeral procession. Dead leaves are strewn across the front porch, and where they do not cover the once whitewashed deck, she can see month’s worth of dirt and grime greying the surface. Wendy hates that. Lana sucks her lower lip between her teeth, chewing on the bits of dried skin she finds until she’s breathing somewhat evenly again.

She’s not able to speak about her in the past tense - not yet. She’s been free of Briarcliff for less than a full day. She’s talked to police officers, doctors, and more nuns than she’d ever cared to encounter. She’s told her story, told Wendy’s story. Still, she can’t speak it into existence for herself, because if she can just preserve that for herself, then the body on Thredson’s floor that she’d wept over and been forced to degrade remains anonymous. If she can talk about it like she’s still here, then maybe when she opens the front door, she’ll be met with the scent of pot trickling through the living room, with The Everly Brothets brother blasting over the record player, and Wendy’s smile that makes her black eyes crinkle.

She isn’t, of course. Stretched before her is the familiarity of a space she no longer recognizes. A chair at the dining table has been knocked over, dried blood and glass litter the hardwood floor, and a curtain has been ripped beyond repair. She fought hard. Lana blinks at a black box on the dining table. She approaches it with bated breath and slow steps until she’s within arm’s reach. Her fingers trace a line in the dust she finds settled atop it, and she clicks the latch.

Inside is a matchbox, some paper, and a distinct plastic bag of green. The weed’s scent is dull with time, and dry to the touch. It crumbles between her fingers, and with it goes Lana’s resolve. Tears push to the forefront of her vision, blearing her sight and mixing with the fine sheen of sweat permeating her cheeks and lower lip. She sucks in a breath and let’s it go too quickly, and then again, and again, until she can’t stop herself from seeing every moment that they had spent in this house; every Christmas they’d spent, every shower they’d shared, every dance they’d danced.

“God, Wendy. Ih-I’m sorry.” She wails, collapsing into a chair. The weed is held tight in her white knuckled grasp, and she clutches it to her chest, buckling at the middle so her forehead is practically touching her knees. Lana doesn’t know how long she cries for, only that it’s dark when she is able to break away from the rememberances.

Wind whips through the shattered glass of a window, and Lana shivers, the hair on her arms prickling. She pockets the baggie deep into her coat. She doesn’t move, not right away. Her time at Briarcliff has made her frail from malnutrition and sheer trauma, and she’s learned the hard way that standing too quickly usually sends her toppling over again. When she finally does stand, she’s not sure what for. She can’t bring herself to go to the living room for fear of seeing a photograph of them, can’t even fathom entering their bedroom for obvious reasons. Her fingers tap the cool metal of Wendy’s box, and she pulls it towards herself. It’s left a square spot of clean varnish on the table where it was protected from debris.

Something slams shut as another gust of wind bothers the broken window. Lana yelps, eyes screwing shut as her mind twists reality with the icebox in the basement that was once her prison. She drops Wendy’s box with a clamor, backing against a wall and letting her fingers scrape the wallpaper. Lana finds a light switch before she can allow the darkness permeating the space to play any further tricks on her mind. Warm light pools through the kitchen, accenting the dish left uncleaned in the sink, and the half empty bottle of wine on the counter.

This is all wrong. She shakes her head. All fucking wrong. She shouldn’t be here, not without Wendy. It feels like she’s trespassing on abandoned property; Lana supposes she is to some extent. The place had sat vacant for so long, a sort of limbo between the love and destruction that had taken place here. She wonders what she had been doing when Bloody Face found her. If she had died here, or if he’d waited until he had her in the basement. If he’d touched her here, if he’d -

“No.” She commands, electricity buzzing in her ears. She will not think of this, not here, not now. Not until she can bury Wendy, and give her the dignity she deserves. Thredson had taken enough from her, he would not take up any more space in her mind.

Exhaustion rattles through Lana’s system. She realizes she hasn’t eaten all day, but she can’t bring herself to open the fridge (she doubts there’s anything edible after so many months, anyway).

Everything reminds her of Wendy, but nothing makes her feel close to her. With the understanding that she is stuck living with the pain crackling through her chest, she makes her way up the stairs to the bedroom they once shared. There’s a set of pajamas draped on Wendy’s side of the bed. Lana perches next to them, fingers hovering just above the clover green material. She lies on her side, and her palm rests against the silk. The bed doesn’t smell like her anymore. Lana feels a damp spot forming on the comfertor beneath her.

When she wakes up, she’s still clutching Wendy’s pajamas like it’s a child’s security blanket. Lana rubs the last of the sleep from her eyes and cringes when her back protests as she sits up. Her head throbs, her muscles ache, Lana hasn’t looked in a mirror for months; she’s not sure exactly how long. She had caught glimpses of herself in the treys at Briarcliff’s bakery, or the various metal surfaces in Therdson’s factory of death, but nothing more. Her curiosity gets the best of her, and she pushes off the bed towards the bathroom.

The mirror presents her with a person she does not recognize. The rose of her cheeks is gone, replaced by gaunt cheekbones and a protruding jawline. Bruises and cuts litter her face and neck - some new, some fading. Her eyes are dull, her hair is brittle, her lips are chapped. Something catches the corner of her vision in the mirror, a flash of jet black hair.

“Wendy.” She breaths, spinning fast enough to create specks of black in her vision. Lana blinks hard, bracing herself against the bathroom sink. As her eyes refocus, she realizes the folly of her error. “You better get used to this.” I won’t. I can’t.

It’s just barely dawn. The sun rises against the brisk fall weather in hues of orange and yellow. Clouds streak the sky, and it reminds her of fire and smoke.

They used to lie out in the grass naming the shapes of clouds. Lana had always found it juvenile, but Wendy loved it. She would lie with her legs crossed, squeezing her hand and pointing whenever she saw something in one of them. Lana remembered spending more time looking at Wendy than the sky. There, hidden by the shrubbery on the perimeter of their property, they were secluded from the rest of the world. She could kiss Wendy in the grass, trace her cheek, and rest her head atop her chest.

Lana doesn’t know she’s outside until the last of the memory fades behind her eyes. She sits down, fingers tracing the dead grass. The dry earth tickles the back of her neck and head when she lies down. She watched the clouds and tries to name a few, ignoring the tears streaking freely down her cheeks in rivulettes.

She hears Wendy’s voice in the wind, feels her presence in the grass next to her, and she aches.