#but that smile in the ending scene was quite uh. yeah. what the fuck

[empoleon]

i would die for ogerpon

[syoddeye]

john price x f!reader thing. unedited. ~600 words.

john price finds a dent in the driver’s door and a note tucked under a wiper.

sorry i can’t afford to pay, please forgive me x

and he’s angry, of course. who wouldn’t be? piece of shit. then he registers the looping handwriting and the little heart in the corner. interesting. he pulls the cctv. lo and behold, there she is. the culprit. some stumbling drunk buffoon.

~~

you probably shouldn’t have nabbed an e-scooter when you were three sheets to the wind, but you did, and fuck, you’re paying for it. you genuinely feel bad about the dent you left in the parked car last night, but you think a broken wrist and three stitches in your lip is more than enough punishment, thanks. you groan, remembering how you tossed the scooter into a bush and hiked a few streets away before calling 999. having to clock in for an opening shift added insult to injury.

~~

he imagines it’s rough going, working an espresso machine with a busted wrist. he supposes the manager didn’t want her as the cashier given the lip. pity, the swelling and stitches aside, she’s quite cute. but serves her right.

he wonders how she’ll react when he picks up his coffee and procures the printed still of her face, clear as day, fleeing from the scene of the crime.

he should feel bad, considering her injuries and what a barista job pays, but. it’s the principle of the thing.

“rough night?” he asks, hovering at the end of the bar.

“huh? oh, yeah. could say that,” she smiles tiredly. it’s a little strained, but still warm. “pity partied too hard.”

john’s smirk flattens. “pity party?”

“yeah,” she shrugs. “series of unfortunate events.”

like running into my car?

“what, bad date?” he jokes carefully, hiding behind a friendly grin.

“ha, guess so. it was supposed to be an anniversary dinner.” she explains dryly, looking all the more defeated as she tamps the grounds.

“supposed to be?”

she glances up, locking in the portafilter with a crank of her good arm. she finally looks a little suspicious of him. smart. “yeah.”

“i don’t mean to pry. you just seem like you could use a vent.” solid recovery.

it works. she considers a moment, shrugs again, and nods as she pulls the shot. “guess so,” she licks her lip and looks back, evidently deeming him harmless. not smart.

“found out he was cheating, called him on it, and he stormed out. after we ordered.”

that’s. that’s not what he expected. but it stirs something oddly protective. john’s a bit old-fashioned, he’s the first to admit it, so to hear about a man carrying himself so poorly? a man running around on a pretty thing like her?

it doesn’t sit well with him. car be damned.

“so how’d you…” he prompts, nodding at the cast.

“oh, yeah, we ordered some fancy wine. i drank most of the bottle alone, sobbing,” she cracks a self-deprecating smile and it dislodges something in his chest. “but the server didn’t charge me for dessert. i, uh, fell on my way home.”

crashed. you crashed into my car.

“sounds terrible.”

“it was. the whole night was. anyway.” she pauses to slide a pen from her apron to write on the cup. “americano to go?” she asks, pushing the drink over the counter, eyes floating to the next order.

john spots the same little heart, the looping letters. he looks back at her, plugging along despite the clear heartache and injuries. he sighs, crumpling the print out in his pocket.

“think i’ll have it to stay, actually,” he mumbles, knowing she doesn’t hear him as she makes the next drink.

he camps out at a table where he can watch her. there’s a dent in his car, but he’s decided there’s a barista-sized hole in his life.

[finniestoncrane]

It's Easy!

Lucy Maclean x Maximus, word count: 1.4k i have never related to a characters straightforward desire to fuck more than lucy maclean, you're my hero girl, keep trying to get your hole at every given moment, even if you have to take it upon yourself to uh... teach your partner how to treat you right... based on that scene from episode 6 which is where most of the dialogue from the intro comes from!! 💛💙 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: inexperienced/experienced, guiding, instructional, premature ejaculation, handjob, goofy losers getting it on my beloved

The harsh lighting was slowly giving Maximus a headache. Lucy, however, seemed to thrive under it. She was used to it, obviously, but he still marvelled at the way she seemed to soak it up, smiling under it's cool, white glow. An infectious smile, one that made her large, brown eyes sparkle like slightly irradiated water. One that pressed into her cheeks, pushing them up and out. One that made him smile back for reasons he wasn't quite sure of.

In fact, there were a lot of things about Lucy that made him smile, and as he ran through the list in his head, he found he had started saying one out loud before he could stop himself.

"You smell good."

There it was. Out in the open. No taking it back, so instead, he kept his eyes trained on the ground, acting as nonchalant as he could.

"Oh?"

With an immediate understanding, Lucy took a relaxed breath inwards before casually proposing an activity to pass the time away during their quarantine.

"Do you wanna have sex?"

That smile again, beaming over at him. With a surprised stutter, Maximus managed to respond.

"Y-you mean use my cock?"

Widening her eyes before looking from side to side, Lucy nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah!"

"I dont know... that weird thing could happen."

Maximus' nervous laugh preceded the statement that had intrigued Lucy to no end.

"What on Earth could he be talking about...? Has something else strange happened up here since... everything?"

Lowering one eyebrow and raising the other, she probed him for an answer.

"What weird thing?"

"Well, it's just... for some guys, and not me,obviously, but, uh... for some guys, you know... when they make it move..."

He gestured to his crotch with his hands, a quick but dramatic glance down to it for emphasis so there was no mistaking what he was talking about.

"... it gets all big an hard like a big pimple and then it pops. And they say it can happen to anybody, but it's still... it's... it's gross."

A knowing smile settled on Lucy's lips, her face blushing at Maximus' misunderstanding, the endearing naiavety he was displaying.

"You know, that's actually completely normal. It happens all the time. Every time, ideally."

With a grimace of disgust, Maximus felt his body moving backwards, as if he were trying to distance himself between himself and the notion that someone would want their cock to pop like that.

"Well, either way... I'm a Knight. Of the Brotherhood. We're... we're not really supposed to-"

"Okey dokey!"

Lucy interrupted him with a shrug and a polite grin, trying to save him from the awkward rejection he was trying to stumble through. But as she began to recline on her gurney on the other side of the small room, she stopped, leaning back on her elbows to listen to Maximus' rushed mumblings.

"Uh... but! B-but I... want to. Maybe? I just... don't know how..."

"Oh! If that's the problem, don't worry. It's easy! I can show you if you want? Teach you the basics at least."

He was a Knight. Well, no he wasn't. Not technically. But as far as Lucy knew... And as a Knight, he could stand to take matters into his own hands for once.

"I... I'd like that."

"Okey dokey, then! Let's do this!"

On that positive, overly optimistic note, Lucy stood up from her gurney and sat down next to Maximus on his. Her hand shifted tentatively to the side, pinky grazing against Maximus warm skin. He didn't respond in kind, instead stiffening up and staying completely still. So Lucy was once again the one to break the tension.

"We can try just kissing first if you'd like? Start off slow, get the basics down."

"Sure."

"Have you ever kissed someone?"

"No... have you?"

Lucy paused for a moment, considering everything she had done so far in life, everything she might do, and everything that had gone on between the first bombs dropped and now. The rules were different above and below ground, and she didn't want to risk offering any information about certain cousins that might make seem strange to someone like Maximus.

Aware that she had been staring wide-eyed into space for longer than necessary, she quickly turned to him.

"Yes, a couple. No one you would know."

His eyes narrowed in response, nose wrinkling up, mouth dropping open in a confused expression as he nodded in obvious agreement. And to prevent him from asking any questions, Lucy leaned into his parted lips and placed her own on them. A tender meeting of their bodies, far beyond polite handshakes, different from the way they had been clinging to each other in weaker moments.

Responding to the beat that his heart skipped and the way his body suddenly flushed with heat, Maximus raised his hand to Lucy's cheek, pulling back quickly with an apology and breaing off their first kiss. His first kiss.

"Oh, that's ok! You're kind of supposed to let nature take its course with this kind of thing. Deep down we all know how it should go... it's in our biology!"

He shrugged, averting his eyes once more, embarrassed to admit it, but confessing anyway.

"I'm still kinda scared... of the... pop."

Ever the dutiful problem solver, Lucy stopped for a moment, humming over potential solutions before beaming bright and excited when she thought she had the perfect one.

"Oh! I can show you what it's like. I'll take charge, and then you'll see it's ok. How does that sound?"

He nodded, slow and stuttered, all of the built up excitement hidden behind the shocked expression he wore. She was so forthcoming, so helpful, and the idea of her touching him did make him feel good. Different, but good. And that feeling was only amplified as Lucy started dragging down the zip at the front of his jumpsuit and dipping her hand beneath the fabric.

Her skin was soft, her palm warm as it glided past his stomach and down to the tuft of unruly black hair above his cock. And then she was touching it. Unafraid, bold and confident in the way she let her fingers trail along the length before settling the flat of her hand against him, semi-erect already and throbbing under her.

Smiling, smug with her effect on him, Lucy could feel his cock stiffening as she wrapped her fingers around it, beginning to stroke the length. As her hand moved up and down, Maximus noticed the way his length, and his whole body in fact, twitched when she reached the bottom and again when she neared his head.

"It's... it's happening isn't it?"

"Yep! But it's ok... totally normal... completely normal... very nice..."

He shifted, not uncomfortably, but awkwardly, as he took in the compliment.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

Lucy was smiling at him, eyes glinting with something he hadn't really noticed before as she asked the question.

"It... it does..."

"Maybe we can go a bit further then? Give me your hand..."

She took his wrist, steadying his shaking limb, and placed his palm against her breast over the top of her suit. He let his fingers sink in a little, squeezing the soft mound and breathing in deep, shaking breaths. it felt comforting, but it made that coil in his stomach tighten as he felt her chest heaving against him.

"Now... if you think this my hand feels nice, imagine how good it would feel to have it inside my- oh!"

The words weren't particularly sexy, at least not in the cheerful, matter of fact way that Lucy spoke them, but it was enough to send Maximus over the edge. His cock twitched, that threatened moving, swelling, throbbing, his veins pulsing, and then the pop. His orgasm came fast and hard, cum spilling in warm, white ropes over Lucy's hand.

Immediate embarrassment came over him as he tried to clean it up, recoiling at the sticky texture of the liquid that had come from him. But as he looked into Lucy's eyes to show the sincerity of the 'sorry' that he repeated, he saw that she was still smiling. Ever cheerful. A sense of satisfaction about a job well done.

"Good, huh? Next time you'll be able to last a bit longer, I think!"

As Lucy made her way back to her own gurney to lay down, Maximus muttered to himself.

"Next... next time?"

And now he began to smirk. Self-satisfied. Relaxed. Excited for this next time.

[foli-vora]

one step at a time: ch 3.

pero tovar x f!reader

masterlist | series masterlist

a/n: we're back! i didn't mean to go so long between updates for this but i got side-tracked with other things lmao. hope you enjoy loves x

word count: 2.7k

warnings: swearing, sexism, brief mention of violence, food and tovar's appetite, like a smidgen of angst - nothing crazy

! please note that this story is for 18+ only due to future explicit scenes !

The cursor blinks at you, sitting patiently in the search bar and waiting for the letters to be typed. You chew your food slowly, wondering where in the hell you were meant to start when it comes to time travel, and that’s even if this was time travel. Was dimension hopping a thing? Alternate universes? 

You groan, letting your head fall and slap the keys of your laptop.

“Fuck.”

Tovar doesn’t hear your struggle in the kitchen, too busy completely engrossed in the documentary playing across the television screen.

It had taken a while to settle him in front of it. He was too busy in complete shock at the moving picture and jumping forward to poke at the screen in search of the tiny people held within it. It had also taken quite a few sharp slaps to his hands to get him to stop putting greasy fingerprints all over your TV.

Sighing, you sit back up and sip at your drink before typing ‘time travel’ and pressing enter. It brings up a few space and science pages, none pushing you in even the slightest of right directions.

You briefly glance over the other search results and click ‘wormhole’. You make a noncommittal noise and click into some pages, eyes rolling over the different theories and possibilities.

“What is ‘worm-hole’?”

You startle at the sudden voice beside your ear.

“Jesus fuck, Tovar—you need a bell around your neck! Uh, a tunnel of sorts, I guess. I suppose it could be possible… y’know, me being on this end and you on the other, and you just—” you make a motion of tipping over, your lips puckering into a thoughtful pout, “—falling through.”

“A tunnel.”

“Yeah,” you muse quietly, scrolling down the page and glancing back at Tovar.

He scowls at you and suddenly you feel the urge to curl in on yourself in defence.

“What?”

“You think I fell through a tunnel.”

“It’s not a normal tunnel, it’s a… it’s like a funky time and space tunnel,” you pause, hearing the words come back around and through your ears - you sound batshit fucking insane. “You know what, Tovar? It’s better than nothing. What are your theories?”

“Sorcery.”

You make a face of disbelief, eyeing him from over your shoulder. “Yes, because that’s so much better than my space tunnel idea.”

“I think I’d know if I fell through a tunnel,” he frowns down at you, crossing his arms.

“It’s not a normal tunnel!” Sighing, you let your head fall back in exhaustion before lightly slapping your laptop shut. “Okay, why don’t we start with what you remember?”

“I remember my horse. I remember William. And then I remember you and your death machine.”

“And my right hook,” you drawl with a teasing curl of your lips, spinning leisurely back and forth on the aged bar stool and making a playful swinging gesture to his face. 

You expect a bit of snark in return. Maybe a bite back, or a snide comment along the lines of ‘it didn’t even hurt’, but instead a brief flicker of a smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth and he nods, rubbing his fingers along the line of his jaw.

“And that. I will admit, it was an admirable strike—”

You perk up, your smile widening, “Yeah? Thanks—”

“—for a woman.”

“Oh fuck off.” Your scowl is immediate. “We don’t do that anymore, alright? Cut that shit out right now, or I’ll hit you on the other side. I’m serious, you dick, stop laughing at me!”

His chuckles calm and his head tilts, regarding you with open curiosity and a shine of mischievousness.

“I have held my own against many men on the battlefield, you may have caught me off guard before but I assure you, it will not happen ag–”

He stops short as the leftover corner of your toast bounces from his face and drops to the floor, a few crumbs left clinging to the skin of his nose and hanging in his facial hair.

You blink, unimpressed and almost bored as his utterly bewildered gaze moves from the toast sitting at his sock clad feet to your eyes.

“That shut you up, didn’t it?” You murmur, reaching for your glass and taking a leisurely sip. “Don’t make me throw the orange juice next. Cut your sexist bullshit out – it’s stupid. If you’re gonna be around for a little while, you need to be better, and do better. And, actually, when you do return to wherever the hell you came from, you should stop it, too. Women don’t need your shit, Tovar.”

His gaze drops to the floor and he bends to pick the toast up, giving a curt nod once he straightens. You’re satisfied with the way he seems to hold himself, slightly abashed and apologetic, so you move on from the topic with no further scolding. 

“Good. So, nothing else? No… tingles? Wind? Some person calling themselves ‘the Doctor’ and telling you not to blink? No voice that sounds incredibly like Morgan Freeman?”

His brows briefly come together in confusion but his head gives a small shake of denial.

“No, none of that. It all happened very fast. I blinked, and then I was here.”

You hum in thought, “Well… I got nothing.”

Absolutely nothing, beyond a few web pages.

What the hell are you meant to do?

Pray? To whom? Randomly email an astrophysicist hoping they have some sort of crazy scientific device? See a shrink?

It’s not like you have a portal gun ready to just send him back home in a whirl of green. You had no big fucking magic rocks for him to touch. He was just there. No theatrics, no grand god-like display of power or what-the-fuck-ever. Just… there.

“I suppose we could take a drive back to where it happened?” You ask with a tone of uncertainty, chewing on your lip as his gaze falls back on you.

It was late in the afternoon now, nearing sundown – the highway should be relatively slow by now and safe enough for him to wander along. You don't need him getting run over again.

“We could see if there’s anything unusual where you appeared. Maybe you’ll just get zapped back.”

“‘Zapped’?”

You stand, poking a finger into his side and making a low buzzing noise, “Zzzap.”

He bats you away with a vicious scowl, “You are a child.”

“Zzzap. We’ll leave in like twenty minutes, okay?” You smile, brushing past him and heading for your room. “And brush your hair, Tovar—you look like a fucking caveman.”

—

“You can get one.”

His scowl is furious, his arms packed with his many snack choices from the shelves. You stand firm, crossing your arms and raising a brow when he makes no move to return any of the packets cradled to his chest.

“I am hungry,” he snarls quietly.

“I understand that,” you grit out, tugging at the corner of a packet of potato chips and frowning when he tightens his hold, “but you don’t need this much sodium. Give me these, you fucking animal—”

It’s a small struggle, catching the attention of a few passers-by in the service station. You shove at his shoulder when he all but growls at you, fending you away and trying to move around you with his assortment.

God, he’s gonna leave without paying.

You tug firmly at his sleeve and tear him back, launching to pull a couple of packets out of his arms and yelping when he swats at your hands.

“God damn it, Tovar, you’re making a scene—”

“You are making a scene!”

“And I’m the child here?!”

It goes for a few more minutes before you give up, sighing sharply and bracing your hands on your hips, standing in the middle of the aisle and not letting him step around you much to his annoyance.

He’s infuriating.

Was this whole thing some sort of divine test? A life lesson in patience?

“Fine,” you hiss, forcing a smile towards the older man who shuffles past with a frown of confusion before returning your attention to your new roommate, “you win, you barbarian. You can have two, but that is it.”

“Three.”

“Oh god, fine! Whatever.”

He’s noticeably proud of himself while you pay, even going as far as thanking the guy behind the counter before smirking smugly at you while he brings his snacks back into his arms and follows you back out to the car. You ignore him tearing into the packets and pull back out onto the road, even refusing to look at him when he addresses you.

Your refusal to acknowledge him seems to bother him after some time driving, and he waves a hand in your direction to try and claim your attention. His frown merely deepens when your eyes stay locked in front of you.

“Are you upset with me, loquita?”

Paying no attention to him and his apparent new nickname for you, you reach for the radio and turn up the music, drowning out the loud crunch of his eating and raspy voice.

It’s childish, but you figure it’s just matching his energy. You could act like a toddler, too. Moron. 

“Ah,” he hums around a mouthful of chips, his voice mostly covered by the loud music filling the car, “I see.”

A shift of movement in the corner of your eye catches your attention, and your gaze flicks to it in a passing wave of interest. You eye the open bag of chips held out to you before meeting Tovar’s eyes, determined to not let him break the shell of attitude you’d grown from his antics, but a brief tug pulls at your lips before you can stop it.

“You can share?” You ask in faux surprise, reaching out and snagging a small handful of chips and shoving them into your mouth.

“You can speak?” He returns snarkily, fighting the curl of his own amused smile as he pulls the bag of chips back into his space. “Do you remember where it was? This road looks the same to me.”

He’s not wrong.

The road sprawls out seemingly forever in one straight path, nothing but barren land and sand stretching out on either side, but you’re fairly certain you remember the exact point along the highway he appeared. It was only yesterday morning, after all.

Surprise rockets through you as a frown starts to grow between your brows. Yesterday? Is that it? It feels like you’ve known him for longer than that. No wonder you feel a deep exhaustion pulling at the back of your mind—so much had happened in such a short amount of time.

You turn off onto the shoulder of the highway around where you believe it happened, your tyres rolling over the gravel with a crunch as you pull to a slow stop.

Tovar looks around, his hawk-like eyes taking in all of your surroundings and nodding silently to himself.

“I think this is it,” you murmur, stepping out of your car and into the remaining heat of the setting sun.

There’s nothing.

Everything was as it should be, and you hate it.

You can’t help but deflate in disappointment.

Although if there had been some sort of magic, swirling portal waiting suspended in the air, surely it would’ve been on the news by now. Maybe it’s best there wasn’t anything noticeable—you’ve seen enough movies to know how that would go in regards to the Government.

Tovar’s feet carry him around the general area, his eyes looking this way and that, waiting for the few cars travelling to pass before going and standing in the middle of the lanes, his frown deepening with every pace he takes up and down the road.

You hope to watch him just disappear, to just take one step and vanish. You want him to go home, to have his familiar comforts and friends. You want it to be that easy.

But, evidently, it won’t be.

You heave a small sigh, looking up to where a few stars start to shine brightly through the fading light of the sunset as if they’d hold the answers to your dilemma. There’s no magical shooting star leading you in the right direction, no breeze of something carrying potential.

There’s fucking nothing.

Your gaze falls back to Tovar where he drags his feet along the road, the cool breeze blowing softly across the road and chilling the bare skin of your cheeks.

“Do you… I don't know… feel anything?”

He shakes his head, the barely concealed disappointment on his face making somewhere deep in your chest ache.

You knew from the beginning that this was a long shot, but you still couldn’t help but feel like you were letting him down. You heave a sigh and walk over to your car, perching yourself softly on the front of the bonnet.

“I’m sorry, Tovar.”

“It’s not your fault, loquita,” he sighs deeply, digging his hands into the pocket of the old and faded slouchy black hoodie you’d bought him from the thrift shop as his eyes follow the last bits of light from the horizon. “It was worth a try, no?”

“Hey,” you mutter softly after watching him quietly for a few moments, smiling when his eyes fly to you. “It’s me and you, remember? We’ve got this, we’ll find a way.”

His lips twitch before he nods, his eyes shining with something close to appreciation as you stand and nod for him to get in the car, thinking of the one and only thing that could bring him out of the understandable wave of sadness overtaking him.

“Come on – let’s go and get some more food. I’m about to blow your mind.”

—

You’ve never seen someone tear into a burger the way Tovar does.

It’s not a small fucking burger, and yet he very nearly fits the entire thing into his mouth. Teeth dig in and tear at the bun and meat, smearing an assortment of ketchup and mustard along his lower lip and chin, but it doesn’t seem to bother him in the slightest.

He barely stops mid chew to shovel more fries into his mouth, making a low noise of approval before resuming his destruction of the burger and then moving for a burrito.

His banquet is spread across the coffee table, with food and wrappers from several different fast food restaurants taking up every bit of surface area available.

You snort around the straw of your drink, watching him from where you’re curled into the couch, your feet tucked comfortably beneath you.

“Breathe, Tovar,” you murmur in heavy amusement, pleased he seemed to be enjoying himself after the disappointing turn of events from earlier.

All you receive is a muffled grunt in response.

You casually flick through the channels before settling on a documentary that seems to perk Tovar’s attention, content to let him enjoy a little show with his meal while you sink into the couch. He’s enraptured, his dark eyes barely leaving the screen as he soaks in the information given by the narrator and you settle deeper into the cushions, leaning your head on the arm of the couch.

It’s heavy. You feel heavy. It grows with each second—the exhaustion. It starts to creep along your shoulders and wrap its thin, soothing tendrils around the edges of your mind, coaxing you into inky black depths.

Has it really only been a day? How long would it take you to get him home? Would you ever find a way? What would you do if you couldn't?

The questions swirl through your mind as you start to doze off, unaware of the time passing as the night goes on. You briefly wake when you feel something move in your hands, and sleepily fumble for whatever was taken from your hold before a familiar husk melts into your ears.

“Tovar?” You mumble in heavy confusion, voice thickened from sleep.

“Come, loquita,” he murmurs gently, coaxing you to stand on shaky legs and keeping a strong arm wrapped and braced around your waist to keep you from falling.

Your head hangs, struggling with the weight of sleep hanging over you, and it comes to rest softly on his shoulder, your nose brushing over the soft feel of his T-shirt.

Mm, smells nice.

You stumble in a haze as he starts to lead you forward, but the confusion gives way to vague understanding when you eventually feel the soft feel of your mattress hit your legs. You fall forward and immediately snuggle into your pillows, wrapping your arms around the plump feel of one and sighing softly.

The feel of your quilt getting pulled up and tucked around your body is the last thing you’re aware of before you sink back into the call of dreams.

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[renata-has-thoughts]

W/c: ~1.7k Pairing: gn!reader x John Constantine

Includes: NSFW, Top reader, handjobs, masturbation, car sex (sorta…ig…car handjobs?). 18+ per usual.

A/N: I HAVEN’T WRITTEN IN FOREVER. I’ll spare everyone the details, but this was quite possibly the worst period in my life to start a Tumblr blog. Shits been crazy. I’ll try and get more stuff out soon, apologies!!

Your boyfriend’s travels never failed to enthrall you. Without a doubt, they always came with surprises, ill-timed quips, and incredulous feats of the supernatural. You took a liking to being his ‘getaway driver’, or, essentially, just the person who brought the battered, bruised, and exhausted man home back in one piece. Especially considering he never ended up getting his driver’s license. It allowed ample time for John to splay out his daily adventures to you from his indefinitely-claimed shotgun seat.

“-I made it so complicated, forchristsake, in the end it was just about giving the soul back up to him. Easy.” John complained, bringing a lit, half-smoked cigarette back up to his lips as a sort of punctuation.

“Odd,” you smirked, “you have a sort of instinct to give it up easily,”

Your hands were on the wheel, eyes on the road, but you didn’t need to have any resounding focus on John to know he was giving you a stare from hell and back. You were thoroughly amused, and paid no effort in hiding a smile.

“You think you’re funny, dontcha?” He replied breathily, as if he had been punched in the gut by your words.

“Mm, in fact, I think I’m hilarious,”

Defeated, John turned his head back to greet the cigarette he held in his hand, eyes once again taking in the road before you both.

It was late, empty, and one-laned, lined by bowing trees, limbs extended as if praising the sky above. It was quiet.

John’s passenger side window was cracked just enough to create an escape route for the smoke to retreat. You could hear the background chirp of crickets and low tones of faraway owls in the thick summer air of the backroads. The atmosphere was pressingly calm.

John never was too big of a fan of calm.

He reached over to fiddle with the car radio with his free hand, still taking draws from his cigarette with the other.

“I’m not sure we’re going to get many inner-city stations out here, Johnny. I’ve got CDs in-“

“There we go.” John interrupted, settling on a strong connection he found. The music was a soft lilt amongst the rest of the night, a soothing and permeable volume. “Wanna know a secret?” John asked rhetorically, retracting his hand from the radio to rest on his inner thigh.

“I don’t really have an option, do I?”

“When I was younger, Blur was one of my guilty pleasure bands.”

So that’s which band was playing. The melodic undercurrent of your drive.

“John, a boy band fan. I can’t believe it.” You teased, tilting the corner of your mouth up. “And to think you were in the punk scene all whilst getting a rise outta probably some tories kids. What a poser.”

John winced playfully. “I had a crush on…fuck, uh…Damon, right. I had a crush on him throughout my teenage years.”

“I’m exceptionally jealous.” You remarked with sarcasm dwelling beneath your words.

“Mmm, well, I don’t recall him ever giving me a blowjob that resulted in what felt like two orgasms at once…so…I think you’ve no competition.” He grinned with heavy-lidded eyes, likely referencing the last time you two had fucked.

“Thank god. You may be a slut, John, but you’re mine, right?” You concluded, sparing a glance to meet his pretty eyes. His darted away from yours the second you made to latch onto them.

You feigned a pouting expression. “That’s no answer, Johnny.”

“Yeah, alright. I’m a slut, just for you.” He sighed, but not without the hint of humorous understanding.

“Atta boy.”

John made a barely audible strangled sound. So small picking up on it would be more difficult than a city station in the furrows of a forest. But still possible.

“Can you repeat that for me?” You encouraged, suddenly vying to hear his filthy back thoughts.

“I said,” John began, pressing the cigarette between clamped teeth, taking the now independent hand down to grope aimlessly one, two times at his groin. He emitted a staggered whimper in a pleased, desperate reaction.

“That’s what I thought. I expect no less of you.”

“Fuckin’ hell…” John grumbled, muffled by his smoking as he continued his habits, fingers extending and contracting around the swell in his pants.

“What a predicament. Constantine is so needy he’s taken to near-jacking off in my car.” You mocked, “Albeit I’m not all that surprised, if I’m being honest.”

“I’ve been away from you for a week now…cut me some fuckin’ slack.” He sighed, returning his hand to his cigarette, his other free hand swapping to pick up the responsibilities.

“I get that, but all I said was that you’re a slut. Now you’re getting off-“ -John impeded your words with a garbled moan- “just to my insults alone. Which…yeah, makes sense.”

“Shut up, I know, I know…” John muttered hazily, now unzipping his pants.

“Shut up? I thought you were enjoying me rambling dirty things to you.”

“T-Turn of phrase, you bastard,” John huffed, palming at the waistband of his now-exposed boxers, toying with the mere concept of touching himself.

“So is that a ‘keep going’ or-?”

“Yes, for fucks sake, that’s a keep going,” John complained, taking a quick drag from his cigarette before thrusting a hand down his pants to aimlessly grope at himself. He added a small, “please” eventually.

“Christ, John,” you chuckled, driving with one hand, the other kneading at your forehead as you shook it in disbelief. “You kill me sometimes. I mean,” you began, resting your elbow on the console between you two, offhandedly gesturing towards him as you spoke, “…I mean, you can’t even wait until we get home?”

“Not when you’re calling me your slut and bullshit like that, n-no,” John moaned, his cock now out and clasped in one hand, cigarette to mouth in the other, with his head thrown back.

“Damn you, pretty boy. Damn you.” You muttered as you felt your body stir amidst his moans. You had another twenty or so minutes to go until you got home. No way you could hold out.

“Pretty boy…hmhnnm…I like that a lot,” his hand was moving lazily now, thrusting from head to base in a tired grip.

“I’ve gotta admit, John, you had me pretty fucked over when you were gone all this week. I swear my moans would’ve turned a deaf man to a hearing one. All ‘cause of you, of course.”

“Tell me how you’d touch yourself.”

“Fast.” You said with finality, reveling in the cacophony of curses that melted from John when you said that. “...and rough. Just like how we fuck, hmm?”

“Yeah, yeah, just-just like how we fuck.” John gasped, breath only coming in sporadic, far between bursts, separated by an asphyxiated period of whines. One of which was a jumbled mess of your name. Soft and uncharacteristically vulnerable.

You’ve never parked a car on the side of the road faster.

“Fuck you, pretty boy. Fuck you and your stupid fucking pretty moans-” You grumbled, unlatching your seat belt and then leaning over the console, finding a position with your knees facing him, hand swatting his away so you could take over jerking him off.

“I love it when you steal control of the situation from me,” John moaned, leaning back into the chair, eyes fluttering closed as you took the reins for him.

“I know you do, Johnny, that's why I’m doing this. I’d go as far to say I know you to a fault, right? Knowing all your…” you flicked several fingers over the head of his cock while thrusting your hand, much to his audible pleasure, “...weaknesses.”

“Know me too well, know me too bloody well, fuck!” He rambled, absently bucking his hips into your grip several times with less than poor composure.

Taking note of his unbridled desperation, you picked up your pace to something nearing brutal. His breath picked up as a consequence you easily reveled in. You didn’t stop exploiting his sensitive spot around the head of his cock, and ended up with a grin every time he whimpered. Thank fuck this backroad was empty.

A low rumble grew in Constantine’s throat as he bit his lip, trying to gather himself under your influence.

“Don’t bother with that dignity bullshit, love. You know I love hearing you.” You reminded, careening over to kiss his exposed neck, with his head thrown back, you couldn’t help yourself.

“Okay, yeah, yeah…please-please keep going.” John sighed, his moans making him tremble at this point. “I think ‘m gonna cum.”

“Then cum for me, make a mess outta my hand.”

“Fuck-yeah, I w-will,” he groaned. Soon after his back arched and his eyes snapped tightly shut, shaking as he did as he promised, spilling over your still moving hand. You kept going throughout his orgasm, using his cum as a lubricant. Slowly but surely, you winded down as did he. His back straightened out, and his eyes fluttered back open to meet yours.

“Well, thanks.” He mumbled, smiling broadly, with the hint of weariness in his voice as he calmed down.

“Anytime, Constantine.” You replied, returning his pleased expression. Before he could stop you, you wiped your cum-ladened hand over his trenchcoat, drying it. He opened his mouth to tell you off, but you silenced him with a passionate kiss. He gave up the fight and melted into it, but when you pulled away, he muttered something along the lines of, “this is my nice coat.”

“Alright. Let's get ourselves back home, shall we?” You said, resuming your position in the driver’s seat, buckling yourself in. John, too, righted himself, slipping his boxers and pants back on with a small, shaky exhale of contentment. You added, as you shifted back into gear and got on the road, “We can finish what we started when we get back.”

“...finish?”

“Yeah, gps says we’ve got 15 minutes to go. Think you can recover in that time frame?”

“Do I think I can recover? One look at you and I’m painfully hard, love.”

“You’re such a charmer, Johnny.”

“I try.”

[rosiesramblings]

Growing Out of It

Fandom: Stranger Things, Steddie

WC: 1.1k

A/N: Here is my squealing santa submission for @apricots-and-dynamite !!!!! Happy holidays! I hope you like your fic! And thank you to Hypah for organizing this whole thing this year. 10/10

It was a typical summer day in Forest Hills trailer park. Far too hot to stay inside the stifling trailer, Steve was lying on an old beach towel in the shade, lazily watching Eddie and Dustin wrestle as though it wasn’t hot enough to fry an egg on concrete. Max sat near Steve, fiddling with her Walkman, and Robin and Nancy were both holding cold cans of Coke against the backs of their necks as they chattered about college.

Steve didn’t know it yet, but he was about to make, quite possibly,  the biggest mistake of his life. Actually, scratch that, rewind - the biggest mistake barring anything before he stopped being an asshole.

A shriek from Dustin indicated that Eddie had decided to play dirty, and the giggles and protests that followed soon after told Steve that Eddie was inclined to absolutely wreck the brat, summer heat be damned. Steve smiled to himself as he secretly basked in the sound of Dustin acting like a normal kid.

“You’re smiling like a weirdo,” Max said, nudging Steve with her flip flop. “You’d better not be getting all sentimental over there, Harrington.”

“Why, Max Mayfield, are you promoting toxic masculinity?” Steve asked, running a hand through his damp hair and proud that he remembered the phrase from when Eddie explained it last week.

“Uh, no. I don’t like anyone getting emotional, not just men. I am all for everyone shutting the fuck up, all the time,” Max declared, and Steve cackled.

Eddie finally released Dustin with a ruffle to his hair, and the boy stumbled toward Steve, still sporting a wobbly smile. “Steve, Eddie’s being mean to me,” Dustin whined.

Eddie snorted, “Lies and slander! Libel! You just need to learn to respect your elders, my little sheep.”

Steve smiled, reaching out to poke Dustin’s side. “Seriously, Dust, your life is going to be sooo much easier once you grow out of that.”

Dustin’s brows furrowed. “Grow out of what?”

“Being ticklish,” Steve said, gesturing to Dustin like it should have been obvious.

From behind Dustin, Steve registered an unfamiliar look on Eddie’s face.

“What are you talking about, Steve?” Dustin looked at him like he had suggested Dustin try to grow wings and fly. 

“I’m saying, once you grow out of being ticklish, Eddie will have to find another way to torture you,” Steve explained, throwing an arm over his eyes to signal it was the end of the conversation.

However, he could still hear the mischief in Eddie’s voice, sounding much closer than he had been a few moments ago, “Harrington…” he said, slowly, and the warning bells went off in Steve’s mind. He opened his eyes and pushed himself up on his elbows, finding a slow grin spreading on Eddie’s face. “Are you telling me you ‘grew out’ of being ticklish?”

“Uh, yeah? Didn’t everyone?” Steve looked around nervously. “It’s a kid thing. We all grow out of it eventually.”

“Uh huh,” Eddie said, still grinning. “And when was the last time someone tried to tickle you?”

Steve furrowed his brow, trying to figure out how that would be relevant. “I don’t know, dude, Tommy and I would play-fight in middle school, but probably not since then.”

Off to the side, Nancy and Robin had paused their conversation and were observing the scene before them, interested. Robin had a grin, not unsimilar to Eddie’s, creeping up on her face, while Nancy looked a little like a sad puppy, the way she often did when Steve brought up his childhood.

“Really? It’s been that long?” Nancy asked quietly.

“Yeah? But I really don’t see what that has to - oof!” The breath was knocked out of Steve as Eddie suddenly plopped down on top of him, knees on either side of Steve’s hips. “Eddie? What-“ Steve jackknifed up into an almost-sitting position when Eddie clawed at his tummy.

Three thoughts occurred to Steve simultaneously. First, he was very close to Eddie’s lips, and a large part of him would like to be even closer. Second, he might have missed the mark with the whole ‘I grew out of being ticklish,’ idea. Third, if the evil grin on Eddie’s face was any indication, Steve was absolutely fucked.

“Quite an interesting theory you’ve got there, Stevie,” Eddie drawled as he pushed Steve back down. “However, everyone knows that a good theory needs to be tested.”

Steve was so focused on how hot it was that Eddie had him pinned that he barely registered what Eddie was saying. Without any more preamble, Eddie darted both hands into Steve’s underarms and wiggled his fingers.

Steve’s eyes almost popped out of his head. “FUCK!” he exclaimed before collapsing into laughter. Holy shit, it felt like his nerves were crackling with electricity. This was far from Tommy’s quick pokes from middle school wrestling matches. This was so, so much worse.

“What is this?” Steve managed to ask between rounds of snickers.

Eddie snorted at how baffled Steve sounded, even through his laughter. “This, Stevie, is evidence that you were wrong.” Then, he wretched his hands out of Steve’s underarms and scribbled over his ribs and sides.

Steve laughed harder, squirming fruitlessly to try and escape Eddie’s fingers. “Oh my GOD,” he gasped out when Eddie found a spot in the middle of his ribcage that made him arch his back helplessly.

Eddie laughed along with him. “Want to rethink that hypothesis there, sweetheart?” One hand still at his ribs, Eddie reached up to flutter his fingers at Steve’s neck, which made him scrunch up his shoulders with a giggle and pull his bottom lip between his teeth. 

Steve’s mouth shot open moments later with a shriek of, “Dustin!” before his cackling was redoubled. Eddie looked down and saw that Dustin had latched onto the muscle above Steve’s knee and was squeezing ruthlessly.

“Ooooo, did the shrimp find a bad spot?” Eddie teased, voice syrup-sweet. Steve shook his head back and forth, cheeks darkening.

“Fuck OFF,” Steve yelped, squirming harder now that he seemed to have remembered they weren’t alone.

“Still think you grew out of it?” Eddie taunted as he took the hint and gave one final scribble to Steve’s ribs before rolling to lay down beside him. Steve, still giggling, curled up on his side and hugged his knees to his chest. Dustin ruffled Steve’s hair, and Steve was too preoccupied with chasing away the last of the ghost tickles to dodge his hand.

Catching his breath, Steve gazed at Eddie. “Yeah, I might have missed the mark on that one,” he said seriously, before breaking into a grin. “Although,” he said, scrambling to straddle Eddie. “If I didn’t grow out of it… I would bet that you didn’t either, Munson.”

Eddie just smiled.

[rafedaddy01]

A drew x reader where they’re a together and play lovers on the show so they have to spend a lot of time together to perfect the chemistry of the characters and one day they just realize “oh, I might actually love you”.

I hope this is good 🙂

You were fairly new to the cast and the director made the decision to make you and drew lovers in the show which meant that you two needed to spend quite a lot of time together to get the on camera chemistry down. You’ve always had a crush on drew but weren’t sure if he felt the same. He did. Everybody noticed how he stared at you when you two rehearsed your lines or when you’d act out a part without him. Everybody noticed beside you two.

You two decided to rehearse in his trailer. It was just you two and it was awkward. “Okay. So let’s start where y/c/n tells Rafe that he’s dealing with too much” drew said running a hand through his hair. “Okay” you said standing up and facing him. He looked at you intently as you scanned the script in your hand. He quickly looked away when you looked up and started acting out the scene. “Rafe, your dealing with too much. I can’t expect you to deal with me too” you said “y/c/n, your the only thing keeping me fucking sane” he said stepping closer. He placed his hand on your cheek and rubbed he pad of his thumb against it. You looked down at the script for your next line ‘y/c/n and Rafe kiss’ it read. Butterflies filled your stomach as you looked at and drew. “We’re supposed to kiss now” you said biting your lip. “I know” he said leaning down. You hesitated but leaned in and your lips attached as your tongues moved in sync. It went on for what felt like hours until you pulled away. “Okay. I think that’s enough rehearsing.” You said running a hand through your hair. Drew smirked and turned away so you couldn’t see him. “Yeah, wanna get something to eat?” He asked. “Sure” you said

Your two got something to eat and went back to his trailer. The rest of the night was filled with laughter as you two got to know each other better. “Okay we should really rehearse. Jonas wants this scene on camera tomorrow” drew said. “Yeah, enough church chat. Let’s get to work” you said reaching for your script and starting your line. You two practiced for a few hours before drew walked you back to your trailer and you said your good nights. Both leaving with smiles on your face.

The next day you stood with drew in character as the director yelled “action”

“Rafe, your dealing with too much right now. I can’t expect you to deal with me too” you said “y/n, your the only thing keeping me fucking sane.” He said. You two leaned in and kissed. The kiss got heated fast and you two were so into it you didn’t hear Jonas yell “cut” the two of you still kissing, you placed your hands around his neck and pulled him closer as his hand wrapped in your hair. Snickers and confused glances were coming from the crew and other cast members as you pulled away to catch your breath. Drew’s blue eyes staring at you intently. “I think you said the wrong name” you said blushing. “I know what I said” drew smiled. You two pulled out of the trance and looked around to the shocked faces of the crew. “Uh- very good guys” the director said scratching his head at the awkward tension in the room. “Let’s take a break” he said.

“Drew” you said running to catch up to him. “What was that?” You asked. “What was what” he said sticking his hands in his pockets. “You said my name instead of my characters” you said, cheeks blushing red again. “um, yeah. I guess I did.” He said chucking. You smiled as you pulled him into the closet and attached your lips onto his. “I think I’m falling in love with you starkey” you said running your hands thru his hair. “Feeling mutal” he said kissing you again. That night you guys were in his trailer but, not to rehearse. The next morning you walked into set, hand in hand as a couple.

A/n: I didn’t know how to end this, and it’s probably shit but here you go 😏

[gaias-space]

Dean Winchester X Fem!Reader (Part Two)

(Mark of cane Dean, unprotected sex, fluff, smut…so much smut, aftercare, NSFW 18+ minors DNI)

If you’d like to read part one (it’s not necessary but will make some more sense & is pure smut and angst) : https://www.tumblr.com/gaias-space/736696927531548672/dean-winchester-x-fem-reader

You couldn’t look Sam in the eye as he began to continue his research. You leave in a hurry finding your way to your room in the bunker. ‘Did we really just do that?’ You thought, still panting from the adrenaline. You lay on your back on your bed taking in every kiss, tough, praise, and every filthy degrading word he said to you. It hurt for weeks seeing Deans personality change when he got that mark. You and Sam had been trying for a very long time to find a cure or a spell. Everything happened so fast. You were angry at him, the way he’d ignore you all week, how he would huff and groan when you were in the same room as him. And every time you spoke he’d have something to say. You knew deep down this wasn’t him or how he really felt, and you would never hold it against him. But you couldn’t help but admit it hurt. You thought for just a moment you had the ability to actually stand up for yourself and put him in his place a little. But instead he fucked you like he hated you and it was the most addictive experience. You lay for hours thinking hard about what he had done to you. The way he yelled, how or caused goosebumps over your body, the way he pinned you down, the whispers of seductive threats in your ear. You were getting hot and bothered just thinking about it again. He was so rough with you. And you can’t deny Dean was always dominant but this was a new level. Your mind looped one scene over many times; the way you wanted to make him feel good, taste his hard and dripping cock in your mouth. But instead he slammed into you your gasps were a mixture of shock and pleasure. He used your body like it was only for him and god, you needed more.

In the library where Sam and Dean sat to read up on a recent case Sam finally began to speak. “So Dean…is everything alright with you and Y/n?” He clears his throat. Dean smirks, but doesn’t move his eyes away from the laptop. “Yeah, everything’s great actually. Just had some business to take care of”. He sends Sam a small smile. Sam wasn’t buying it, he saw the way you ran off and how cruel he’d been to you beforehand. “Did you two …get into a fight or something?” He questions. Dean rolls his eyes and sighs loudly. “Uhh not quite Sammy boy…”

“Yet…you seem happier. Did you two sort it out at-least? Why did she run off?” Dean chuckles to himself ‘man this boy is really asking’ for it’ he thinks. “Yeah I uh…guess you could say that we did. Shes fine I promise you that”. Suddenly he perks up and looks at Sam with his famous ‘I-Just-Got-Laid- look’ and Sam’s face glows bright red. “Oh… OH DEAN! On the couch!? I didn’t need to know that!” Sam connected the dots quite fast, all Dean could do was laugh and share a proud look on his face. “Welp…it’s been a long day I think we should get some shut eye and tomorrow we’ll touch back on this case alright?” Dean says standing up and beginning to walk away. Sam stares still in shock, confusion, and disgust. “Uh…yeah good idea Dean. Well for everyone’s sake I’m glad the two of you sorted things out…you’ve been kind of an asshole to her”. Deans eyes look away for a moment, pained. He hates this mark, he hated how it made him feel. It made him do bad things and it felt so good! But it was so wrong. He prayed a cure or spell would be found sooner then later. He didn’t like how he treated you…but he did like the moans and how hard you came from him. Perhaps he’d do that more if he ever got better. Dean says goodnight to Sam and makes his way to your room. On the way there he can’t help but think about how hard he fucked you earlier. The way your cunt clenched around his cock, he could feel you cumming around him. Your walls tightening and sucking him in when he squirted hot ropes of cum inside you. He likes the control he has on you and the way you would react. Seeing tears fall down your face and your cheeks blush. The taste of your pussy still lingered in his mouth, you tasted so delicious. God the thought made him harden. And he meant what he said about a second round. He opens your door and sees you laying there, cheeks flushed, your eyes looking at the ceiling deep in thought.

“Y/n?” You jolt up as Dean interrupts your thoughts. “Oh..h-hey..” you stutter. You weren’t doing anything but it was obvious you were thinking about something from how hot your cheeks were and how shaky your composure was. “Is it alright if we uh…talk?” Deans voice was low and soft. You nod and pat the side of the bed gesturing for him to sit beside you. “I uh… just wanted to say that I’m sorry. I’ve been a huge ass to you and I feel terrible. Ya know it’s not me baby…” he sighs. “It’s this stupid mark. I hate what it’s doing to me.” He turns to look at you and places your hands in his. His scarred and callous fingers tracing small circles over your hand. “I love you sweetheart, don’t you ever forget it. Those horrible things I say to you..it’s not true. You don’t bother me, I love giving you attention it’s not”- you slide your hand out from him and shush his lips. “Baby- I know. It’s okay. I can’t lie…it hurts a little the things you say but, I know it’s not you, it’s not real and I’m not taking it to heart. I love you, nothing will change that.” You say with a smile. Deans heart flutters at your words. He was so damn lucky to have a woman like you. “Oh and about earlier I’m sorry …I was so rough with you I”-

“I like it!” You blurt out, your cheeks heating again. Dean looks at you puzzled for a moment. “Wait..what?” You gulp a little embarrassed. “I uh..kinda liked it. That side of you I’d never seen before and I- it’s hard to explain. But that was the best sex I think we’ve had” you chuckle nervously. Dean smirks now, loving what he is hearing. “Oh? Well…I don’t like the stuff I said leading up to it…but yeah. Fuck that was really something.” A devilish grin crossed his face, lips twitching. “Well maybe I might just have to do that again” his voice deep and seductive. You blush hard and all you can do is nod, too flustered to speak. C’mere” he says and suddenly his lips connect with yours, softer and more delicate then earlier, but full of love. Your body relaxes instantly all the nervous tension leaving your body. When you two finally pull away you look at him starstruck. “I promise you we will find a way to get rid of the mark. Please don’t beat yourself up for it. I love you. And I’m not going anywhere”. You reassure him. Dean smiles and pulls your body onto his. “I’m the luckiest man Y/N I really am.” He plants another kiss on your lips, and you fall away into the sensation.

You wanted this moment to last, not knowing when he will turn again, and what you two will face. But whatever happens you would always be by his side. Your lips collide in a desperate passion and need. Your tongues dance with eachother and teeth and lips make a mess. His hand snakes up your waist, your stomach and lands on your breasts squeezing it causing a gaps to escape your lips. “God I love the way you sound” he whispers. His hands caresses your breasts and his fingers begin to tease and pinch your nipple. You could already feel yourself getting wet. He was gentle with you, caressing and loving your body tenderly. He wanted to savour and drink in every sensation of your body. He loved every curve, every bump, the softness of your skin and the way your body would heat up at his touch. You loved him in every phase of life, and you needed him right now. The way he was tugging and teasing your nipples and biting your neck was sending you into a frenzy. “Dean…” you gasp. He stops immediately with worry he had done something, crossed a line. “ is everything okay?” He cups your face and strokes his thumb across your cheek. You humm at the sensation. “Mhmm…” your eyes look at his with lust and you bite your lip. That sexy mischievous look you always gave when you two made love. The worry he felt disappeared, and he raises a brow. “I want to make you feel good…” is all you say before tracing your finger across his zipper. Dean smirks understanding now. “Well baby I’m all yours”. Those words snap something feral inside you. You sit up on your knees and lay him down your eyes never breaking contact as you pull his pants down. He was already aching hard from kissing you and hearing your moans when he played with your breasts. His large cock sprung out and you gasp. “Mmm mmm” you groan hungrily. You grab his cock and he instantly gasps at the touch. “God you make me so fucking hard baby.” He groans, his hips already desperately thrusting into your fist. You bat your lashes at him and slowly stroke your tongue over the base of his cock. “Ah- oh god!” Dean groans. Every sound he made as you slowly teased his cock made you throb and ache for him. You needed some release, you sit back on your heels and grind, relieving some of the tension. You begin to take his tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue over his watching him struggle to make a coherent word. “F-fuck baby your mouth feels so good.” He grunts and that was your queue. You take his whole cock deep in your mouth feeling his tip sliding down your throat. The guttural sounds that left his mouth made you throat fuck him so hard and fast you were afraid you’d gag or vomit. “Oh shit, fuckkk”- his eyes roll back as you suck and lick his shaft and tip taking him all the way in. Your head bobbed up and down from tip to balls and you could feel him begin to pulse. His hands grip harshly at your hair and he thrusts his hips into your throat. “Yeah baby taking me like a good girl. Taking me so fucking well” his praises were all worth the lack of air and the pounding of his cock deep in your throat and mouth. It was all worth it. “Oh god! Come here” he quickly pulls his cock out of your mouth feeling himself close to cumming. He sits up and pulls you in for a deep, passionate kiss. He hurries to find your shirt and pulls it off over your head, your tits bouncing in front of him. “God…I love your tits baby”. You giggle and blush at his words, he made you feel so beautiful and sexy like no other. His lips collide with your tits kissing and nibbling one while his other hand teases and pinches the other. “Oh Dean…fuck!” You groan and gasp. His warm and wet mouth tasting your tits made the ache in your core deepen. You hadn’t worn panties after the last round and you could feel your slick begin to slide down your thigh. “Oh god I need you- now dean please!” You cry out. Your cunt was hot and throbbing, if you didn’t have him now you’d explode.

A pleasurable noise rises in his throat as he hears your words he wraps his arm around your waist, in one quick motion he turns and lays you down on the bed. He stopped for a moment taking in the sight of you. Your hair sprawled over the mattress, your tits hard and bouncing with each heavy breath, your beautiful lips that were parted, your cheeks that flushed and your sexy waist and thighs. “Fuck me you are so damn sexy my love”. He could stare at you all day, and if he had the skills he’d paint you like a renaissance art piece. he sucked in a deep breath trying to keep his composure. He leans down and kisses you again starting slow then picking up the pace. Soon your tongues were tangled together again. He took his time, embracing every touch and every taste. He bites your lower lip, then nibbles at your neck and he enjoyed every gasp and moan coming from you. Deans hand trails over your thigh already feeling how wet you are as his finger teases your clit, his lips never leaving yours. You main into his touch, so desperate for him you could cum just from his finger alone. “G-god Dean!” You cry out. His finger circling painfully slow and teasing you. “Need you” you cry again. Dean chuckles now and slides two fingers in your dripping pussy. “Ah!” Your head presses harder into the pillow as his fingers took some of the ache away. Dean gets on his knees slowly and kisses all over your body. Your lips, your neck, chest, breasts, stomach and thighs before stopping at your cunt. “Y/n your body is so perfect. I can’t get enough of you” he whispers. Deans cock was aching now if he could have a recording of your moans he could jerk off to that and that alone. He never needed porn when he had you. Dean opens your legs and slides himself between you. “You want my cock baby?” He teases. His tip gently thrusting between your folds. You can’t help the gasps leaving you, your body needing him like a starving woman. “Oh Dean yes. I need it please” you cry out. “I need your cock inside me” your words send dean o we the edge, he slides his cock inside you bottoming out and watching you moan loud. “God you’re so wet for me. F-feel so good” he stutters slowly thrusting into you, enjoying every motion. His slow thrusts teased you, sending you closer to a climax. He thrusts into you again and kisses your lips. You could of his hard warm cock deep inside you, his tip hitting your Cervix. “My baby” you whimper looking into his pretty eyes. “Yours” he replies before trailing kisses lovingly over you and thrusting in and out over and over. He could feel your walks tightening over him, squeezing his cock. He began to pick up the pace feeling close to his own climax. Your arms wrap around his neck pulling him in, your tongues dancing once more. “D-Dean I’m gonna cum!” You cry out suddenly feeling your orgasm arriving suddenly “cum baby cum for me, cum all over my cock” He chants. He could feel your body convulsing, he rides your orgasm out with long, deep thrusts watching you cum apart around him. Your cries and moans sending him into a spiral. “Fuck! I’m close too baby…where do you want me” he looks down into your eyes, your panting heavy. You just came all around him, yet seeing him about to explode- god you’d probably be able to cum again. “Inside me…please” even though he already had before when he was angry, this side of him asking for consent was so sexy to you. He looks at you in doubt “are you sure coz - fuck I don’t think I can hold back much more I-“ you suddenly pull him onto you his cock bottoming out in you “I need you inside me- cum” you demand. Those words were enough, with a few more pumps Dean squirts a huge load deep inside you, more cum than he had before. You could feel the hot ropes pooling inside you than seeping out. The two of you still, panting snd trying to gather your thoughts. Dean plants soft kisses on you again before pulling out. “God I love you princess. I can’t say it enough”. He says between pants. You smile and kiss him once more. “Then never stop” you giggle.

He pulls you into his arms and the two of you lye there for a while enjoying each others company, not saying a word until Dean perks up. “Come on baby let’s clean you up ok?” He stands and pulls you up with him, then walks you into the bathroom. He turns the shower on to your preferred heat setting and he steps into the shower with you. The warm water felt good on your skin. Dean pumps your favourite fruity scented body was onto a sponge then gently washed your body. He washed your hair, massages your thighs, washed himself then wrapped the both of you in towels. You were both exhausted from the long hours of sex and your heart couldn’t be more full (or your pussy for that matter). Dean made the bed while you slipped on cozy pyjamas before the two of you slid into bed. “Get some rest sweetheart” he whispers, pulling you in and holding you tight. He never wanted to let you go. “I love you so much Mr Winchester” you say with a small giggle then kiss his lips once more, before your eyes felt heavy and the two of you fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.

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2: you drank the blood and bit the meat / toby rogers

drive the pathway through the pines

and the moors of mystery

welcome conflict and let the crisis come

and shake the ground beneath

masterlist ~ last ~ next

!!TRIGGER WARNINGS!!: homophobic slurs, references to ableism, graphic murder (duh), sexual harassment/assault (not between main couple), bullying/assault, references to suicidal ideation Author's Note: ~ will be used to warn of the start/end of the SA scene

No, that wasn’t a sign, right? You look at the blood and mud staining the sink, were they connected? No, that kid and this psycho, it had to be a coincidence. Sure, there were certain similarities, and maybe he was a bit of a creep. But a murderer? “Take whatever He gives you with open arms.” You can almost hear your mom say.

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Hours earlier

For the nth time that day, you could’ve jumped out of your skin. You yelp and twist your body around, and there’s a boy standing over you.

“Holy fucking shit! Fucking cocksucker–!” Your mouth continues to spit off a variety of curses, very unholy!

“Ack, sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!” He stuttered, though not sounding very sincere. His voice sounded nervous, but the way he held himself didn’t show it. He stood up straight, if not relaxed, looking down at you past his nose. You couldn’t help but feel like you were being assessed.

“Fucking shit...” You’re breathing hard, “What the hell, man?” You looked the guy up and down, tall and gangly with heavy layers, ratty brown hair, a pair of sunglasses, and a bandage over his left cheek. His face is pale and sunken in, his boyish face gaunt, and he almost looks dead. Freaky.

“Sorry, sorry!” He raised his hands in surrender, as if that would ease your nerves.

You groan and place your head between your knees again. “If you’re one of Pete’s guys, twenty bucks and you tell him I killed myself and that he can leave me alone now.” You sigh, defeated.

“Woah there! Who’s Pete? Haha! I’m just,” he pauses, twitches, “looking for a place to smoke!” He sounded cheerful, it’s way too early to be cheerful. His stuttering seems to be his natural manner of voice, and now you notice his hands, shoved into his pockets, are twitching.

“Ughhh…” You whine before toppling over in the dirt, not caring about the mud clinging to you. You curl into a fetal position, as if to take a nap. You’re tired, and you silently pray that this guy leaves you the hell alone. You bring another cig to your lips and feel around for your lighter in the moist dirt. “Look, I know you’re here on a dare, but I’m not in the mood, can you, like, do this another time or something?”

“No one dared me.” Suddenly, the flame alights before your face. The boy is crouched over you, and his hand is as unsteady as you could’ve expected. You cringe a bit, a little freaked out that his twitching hands would drop the flame in your face. But he doesn’t, and you finally take a long drag of your cancer stick, the edginess under your skin melting away inch by inch.

“Thanks.” You mumble though a cloud of smoke.

“Hehe, no problem.” The stupid grin stays painted on his face, and he doesn’t make a move to stand.

“Can you go away now?” You closed your eyes, trying to relax, but the boy’s presence made all your hairs stand on end.

His smile drops and he scoffs, “You’re so mean.” He pouts, and you cringe at his tone.

You shrug, you’ve been called worse. Way worse. “Why are you still here?” You can feel a painful throb begin to grow from within your skull.

“Ah! To, uh, smoke!” He seems to break out of whatever trance he’s in, as he takes a seat in the dirt a few feet away from you.

“Yeah, I got that, dipshit.” You state matter of factly, ouch! “But why are you here?”

He tilts his head. “Because I won’t be seen if I hide in the bleachers?” He replies stupidly.

“That’s not…” you roll your eyes, “whatever.” This was going nowhere. You decide to leave the weirdo be, though you still can’t quite pinpoint what his supposed true intentions are. You take a couple drags, then a beat passes, and you’re almost done with your cig again. He’s still sitting there, he’s still watching, like a fucking idiot.

“Are you gonna fucking smoke or what?” you mutter.

“Oh! Yeah!” He sits back and finally makes a move to check his pockets. He searches his body, his oversized coat, his wrinkled brown sweater, his muddied pants. You try to ignore him, but he doesn’t seem to find whatever he’s looking for. For some reason, he sees this as a chance to start a conversation. “My name’s Toby by the way!”

“Okay.”

“Ahaha…”

…

“… And, what’s yours?” He struggled a bit to get the “and” out.

You take a final drag, dig the butt into the dirt, and pull out a fresh cigarette. You stick your hand out to the boy, “My lighter.”

“That’s a pretty weird name!” He laughs, though it dies in the sight of your stony glare. His gloved hand, it’s too hot for gloves, still holding the neon yellow lighter, tightens. “Tell… Tell me your name first.”

“Are you fucking for real?” Coming out more like a statement than a question.

“Yeah.” His voice shifts in tone. Up until this point, he’s been awkward, somewhat goofy, yet relaxed. However, something about him had seemed to shift. His air becoming serious, almost sinister.

You roll your eyes, “Katie,” you lie, you tried to shake off the strange feeling bubbling inside of you, “now gimme.”

He hesitates, almost as if he knew you were lying, before grabbing your hand and placing the lighter in your palm. He holds your hand there for three whole seconds before you tear it away. Sweaty. Gross. You light the fresh cigarette, breathing it the warm smoke.

“Hey, um…” He speaks up again, serious, the tension in the air thickening by the second.

“What?” You groan, you can feel another headache coming on. You wondered if you should be fight or flight-ing right now.

“Can I, uh, bum a cig?” He adds a little chuckle at the end.

“Last one,” you lie, “sorry. Go find Jack Petrović. I’m sure you can get something real good from him.” You imagined him ending up with that other creep, trying to salesman-pitch him some all-purpose flour mixed with a back-alley “something”. Pete’s guys were probably Jack’s biggest, if not only, buyers, anyways. However, as you glance at him, you notice the twitch that extends from his hands, up his arms, and into his neck and shoulders. You can hear soft cracks at times, when you weren’t looking, the bones popping out and into place. Could he really have been one of Pete’s? People in this school were monsters, they’d overlook you, their favorite prey, to rip apart a kid like this. You felt a pang of guilt.

“Couldn’t I just,” he inches into your personal space, “borrow from that one?” his voice low and whispered, but not from any sort of bashfulness. He sounded ominous yet inviting, like he was attempting to lull you into a false sense of security. Whatever guilt you felt quickly dissipated in that moment.

You stare at him like he had just asked you to join him in assassinating the president (perhaps you aren’t that great with metaphors). You pause as you process the question, before sitting up quickly, “Yeah, no, fuck this shit.”

“Hey, wait!” He panicked, reaching out for you.

“Go find your own smokes, you… freaky… creep!” Wow, Jessie’s creativity certainly rubbed off on you. You grabbed your half empty backpack, shoving the lighter and cigs safely inside, and began to stomp away.

“Wait, wait, wait! I… I have something! Something you want!” He called out.

“Thanks, but I’m good! More than good!” Though you couldn’t help the slight curiosity that bubbled inside you. “Very, very good!”

“I’ve got good shit, I promise! Look!” That caught your attention. You paused and craned your neck to look back at him. He hadn’t moved from his spot in the dirt, as if he knew that would stop you.

“What?” The bait was glaringly obvious, but you couldn’t help but bite. You have a much weaker constitution these days.

He nodded frantically. He dug into his front pocket, the same pockets he had searched for his supposed “cigarettes”, and pulled out a fist full of something. You took a wary step forward as he beckoned you closer, like he was taming a wild animal.

“What is it?” you ask.

“What do you think?” he replies with a smirk, mischievous and inviting.

You move without thinking. Now, you are standing above the boy, your positions reversed. He opens his hand and reveals a small, dirty baggy filled with a beautiful shade of green. The stash wasn’t impressive, but it was something.

“How much?” You raise your brow; you’re holding your backpack tight over your chest.

You look down at him, and he looks up at you. “I won’t charge you this time but… you’ll owe me one?” He lowers his voice, the weirdly intense aura from before had returned.

Your withdrawal symptoms had dulled after puking, but the tempting sight of just temporary relief made you feel all itchy again. Itchy with want.

“Are you sure?” You tilt your head.

“Totally sure.” His voice is smooth, almost soothing.

“Really?” You furrow your brow, innocent.

His serious expression finally broke, a grin cracking across his face. “Uh huh, yes.”

“Fuck you.” You landed a swift kick to the boy’s exposed stomach; your legs are still strong despite the muscle deterioration. The boy doubled over, more in shock than in pain, and you took this chance to snatch the bag out of his hands. He grabbed your wrist, his grip strong but unsteady. “Ugh! Fuck off!”

Through his twitching, you manage to break away from his grip. Then, you ran. You had been on the track team before the drugs took their toll and, although your lungs and muscles aren’t what they used to be, you still had killer speed. You didn’t look back, just booked it. Your weakened lungs burned, your muscles ached with exertion, wind deafeningly whipped past your ears. It felt good, it felt painful, you missed this feeling. For a moment, as you watched the world whizz by, you felt like a kid again. You felt free, in a strange way. You looked up at the cloudy sky, when you ran like this it was as if the world disappeared around you. Should you take up track again? No, it was too late. You went straight for the school, and you could see a couple of your friends already meandering outside. Your cheeks ached as you couldn’t stop grinning and giggling, the rush of thievery excited you. Well, technically it was “free”, to an extent, but still.

You finally glanced back; the boy was nowhere in sight.

You look ahead and there, standing in the courtyard, stood six people. Jack Petrović, only a part-time piece of the group, stood tall above the other heads. He was the first one to spot you, so he raised a huge, sweaty hand to wave. Laney Walker, your closest friend (well, closest friend that’s still in high school), stood with her back turned to you.

“Hey!” You call, but before she can fully turn around you jump onto her back, practically tackling her into a hug. She lets out a yelp and you cackle.

“[  ]! Oh my god, you bitch, you scared me!” She whines. Despite her tone, she turned to hug back, “Where the hell were you?”

“Oh my god, you won’t believe the freaky fucking day I just had.” Your heart was pounding with excitement suddenly. There was an electric current running through your body, but you felt good, restless from delight.

Laney has thin, bright orange hair, and she’s shedding from the constant dye jobs. You’ve been acquaintances since the 8th grade, both of you senior failures. You have only become so close now since you were the only two left. She’s blunt, speaks her mind, and “brutally honest”, or so she claims. Laney clung to greasy playboy Milton Meaux, whose wandering eyes studied every inch of your exposed skin, though you didn’t notice. He’s a quiet guy, and as you told your story of the eventful morning his only comments consisted of “wow” and “shit”. How insightful. (Jack promptly parted once he realized you weren’t interested in buying whatever he was selling, not without promising a discount once you finally came around.)

“Ugh, Jessie’s such a bitch!” sneered Nate Patrick, a heavy-set wannabe-punk child of hillbillies and Milton’s best friend. He has a thing about women, especially pretty and popular ones, he seems to never get along with them. But the two of you got along fine enough, as the two most susceptible to getting in trouble. To you, he was just another annoying little brother.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if she was some fuckin’ repressed lesbian.” Tack, or Markus Johnson, drawled in his heavy southern accent, a stupid nickname that you still didn’t know the origin of. He’d be taller if it wasn’t for his shitty posture, constantly hunched over with a cigarette hanging from his bleeding lips. The beginning of your friendship had been quiet, awkward, and based upon your mutual addictions; however, you’ve gotten much closer in the last year. Perhaps too close, as you leaned against him as you caught your breath.

“Are you like… okay? Mariah said you were sick and stuff.” Little Marcia spoke up. Little, because she is the smallest and youngest of the group. Marcia Johnson is Tack’s baby sister, and you had no idea why she hung around you guys. You had voiced your concerns to the group once, that some freshman shouldn’t be hanging around people like you, but no one gave a shit. She’s not a baby. Laney retorted. Yeah, not like we’re forcin’ her to do anythin’. Milton added, one of the first times you’ve heard him speak a full sentence. Tack shrugged, I tried to stop her, as nonconfrontational as ever.

You shrug and awkwardly nod at Little Marcia, crossing your arms as you begin to pace absentmindedly. “Yeah, just needed to puke, s’all…” you sniffed, cleared your throat, then shook your head, you needed to change the topic, “No, but forget that, listen to this…!”

Your hands sweeping through the air as you told your story, gesturing animatedly. You told the story of the events that had just transpired, though with added details for flair.

“And he was totally all up on me, trying to smoke my used fucking cig!” You exclaimed, and Little Marcia’s brow furrowed with worry.

“I think he wanted you, [  ], shit.” Nate teased, walking up to your side, and poking at your rib cage. You jerked your body away, swatting at the boy’s hands.

“Fuck off!” you shoved him, but he just cackled, an ugly sound. You paused for a moment as you thought, “… you really think that’s what it was?” You begin pacing, “Do y’all have any idea who the hell that even was? Okay, so, he was, like, lanky, pale as shit, brown hair–”

“Oh my god, [  ], don’t even!” Laney loudly groaned as her whole body moved with the strength of her eye roll.

“What? Huh?” Your wild mood suddenly felt dampened.

“This guy was creeping on you, and you totally fucking want him, Jesus Christ.”  She brought a hand to her face and massaged the bridge of her nose.

“What the fuck? Who said that?” You startled at the comment, the last thing you had been expecting to hear.

“You’re getting real defensive, [  ].” Nate grinned at you, a shit-eating ugly fucking grin, as he followed your step to continue with his poking and prodding. You furrowed your brow in confusion, were you missing something?

“Right, Nate? Like oh my god, get some self-respect!” Laney added, as if she understood you better than you did yourself. The hell did she know about you?

“Don’t start twisting my words around, Laney, Jesus!” you exclaimed, your face heating up in a mix of embarrassment and frustration.

The girl only rolled her eyes in response, “Now you’re blushing!” she states, matter of fact. “Milly, what do you think?” Laney turned to Milton, hitting him with the most innocent doe eyes she could muster.

Milton’s brain seemed to struggle to comprehend the question, as he took forever to finally cough up his answer. “I think,” his voice low and rumbling, craning his neck to shift his gaze from your legs to the sky, “he just wanted a fuckin’ cig,” He lowered his gaze again, looking dead into your eyes, “and now [  ] is getting’ all excited.” Then he smirks.

Laney rolled her eyes again but couldn’t stop her smile. Nate burst into a fit of laughter, always Milton’s little henchman. Little Marcia didn’t seem to know how to react, and so she brought a hand to her mouth and suppressed a performed giggle. You stood there, almost in shock. Sure, at face value their words weren’t a big deal, they’re just teasing you about some guy. But you couldn’t help but suspect there was something deeper to things they say, some double entendre.

Tack had his eyes glued to the ground, focused on finishing his cigarette. He liked to act cool, act tough, but he feared the slightest signs of conflict. “Too mature” for “drama”, he sees himself as “above it”. But that’s a total lie, he’s just scared.

You rolled your eyes, “yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” You were used to this, and you played it off like their words didn’t sting. “But how do you explain that shit with the weed, huh?” You placed your hands on your hips, now you felt like you needed to get one over on them.

Milton shrugs, “Maybe he wanted you to suck his dick for it?”

If your face wasn’t hot before, you were burning now. Laney gasped and smacked the boy’s shoulder, “Fucking hell Milton, you freak!” She scolds, but you can see the grin tugging at her lips.

“What? That’s what she’s tryin’ to make it sound like!” He hisses through his malicious grin.

The group breaks into laughter once more, laughter at you. You shoved your clenched fists into your pockets, trying to hide any more weakness from them. Small, you felt small. Utterly insignificant. You might as well have been back in that bathroom stall, or back home. You wanted to leave, but you needed an excuse. You tried to play it off, any more signs of vulnerability and they might bite. You sigh, exasperatedly, “Uh, I gotta go, see y’all later.”

“What? [  ], did we hurt your feelings?” Laney frowned, almost as if she meant the words.

“Aw, c’mon, it’s just a joke!”

“We’re sorry, [  ], we didn’t mean it!”

“Don’t be such a buzzkill!”

“Guys, stop, she’s tryin’ to go find her man.”

“Milly, stop it! [  ], wait–!”

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Your chemistry teacher seemed surprised to see you come in, let alone on time. You took your spot at the back of the class, immediately pulling your phone out. You scrolled, you texted, you scrolled, you texted. It’s an old, broken hunk of metal, but your dad couldn’t afford an upgrade right now. Your fingers caught and scratched on the cracks, and the screen had green spots and multicolored lines that blocked walls of text. You had a couple of good friends outside of school, the ones who had actually graduated. There were the ones who knew you before your life went to shit, but they all moved away or started families or whatever. Your “new” buddies, they’re all either high as balls on some street corner, working some dead-end minimum wage job, or dead. Or stuck in high school. It sounds bleak, a glimpse into the life that awaited you if you didn’t get your shit together. But, you loved these guys. Sure, they treated you like shit sometimes, but they liked you. As in, they actually want you around, and that was enough for you.

Wow, your standards are low, huh?

Speaking of low standards…

“Laney’s gonna be a super super senior if she keeps skippin’, huh?” Tack took the seat next to you, you’re tired of people just walking up on you.

You shake your head and roll your eyes, “Some fucking friend you are.”

He raises his hands, “Hey, it’s not my fault she’s skipping.” He attempts to lighten the mood.

“Not that, dickhead.” I glared at my phone screen, suddenly feeling alighted with anger.

“Ah, yeah,” Defeated, he shifted in his seat, “my bad… didn’t know it would get to you like that…”

You roll your eyes, “Whatever.” You spat.

You can see him shrug from the corner of your eye, “I mean, to be fair, they were just teasin’…”

“Like hell they were, Markus! With those assholes, there’s always some deeper fucking dig that they’re trying to make! You know that, but you just like letting them get away with it!”

Tack sat staring at you, almost dumbfounded. You suddenly felt embarrassed, and the embarrassment only deepened your frustration. Shit, you were freaking out. Withdrawals got you like this, anything could set you off. Yeah, that’s it, withdrawals. You felt a wave of shame come over you. You hunched over your desk and rested your head in your hands. The two of you sat silently, you were bad with apologies and Tack was bad with your outbursts.

The teacher began her lecture, and you only half listened for about 5 minutes before Tack leaned over to whisper, “You need to let off some stress?”

“What?” Startled by the sudden proposition.

“Next Saturday, some of the guys are goin’ up North…”

“What, you guys migrating?”

He huffed a small chuckle, “Goin’ ‘window shopping’, wanna come with?”

“Are you stupid? After last time?” You furrow your brow at him.

Tack pursed his lips and tilted his head side to side, as if to communicate that you had a point, but… “Things’ll be different now.”

“Different?” You raise your brows, unconvinced.

He nods, “We got you.”

Perhaps he knew you were weak to flattery, and so you brought a hand to your chin, “Let me think about it.”

He presses his lips into a thin line, “Pay’ll be real good.” he added in a sing-songy voice.

“I said I’ll think about it, didn’t I?”

<3

The day went on sluggishly, more sluggish than usual. You ended up avoiding skipping class for the rest of the day. Were you avoiding Laney? Were you avoiding that boy? Whatever it was, you didn’t want to let either of them control your mood, and so you walked with an overconfident step. That would show them that they had no power over you, right? (Ironic, considering they stopped you from skipping, hm?)

Climbing on the bus home was cathartic, just a taste of sweet, sweet freedom. But you were late, since you hadn’t skipped your last class, and so most all the seats were full. Well, all seats, except for Michael.

He ignored you as you plopped down next to him, and you ignored him.

In the beginning of this silent treatment, you had tried to get him to react. It started small, talking to him as if nothing had happened. You asked him about classes, how his day was, how his friends were. He ignored you. Then, you began speaking pointedly towards him, trying to encourage a response. Asking to help you with chores, inviting him out with your friends, offering to buy him things. He ignored you. It soon turned into blatant targeting, hoping to provoke him. Criticizing him, hiding his things, yelling in his face. He ignored you. You were no longer sorrowful, sympathetic, or patient. Then, you were only filled with resentment, frustration, and insecurity. How dare he treat you like a pest in your own home? In those days, you really turned into your mother. You would quickly become desperate, going far to get any sort of reaction, no longer caring if it would hurt him or you. You said and did things you still regret, though you never bothered to apologize. Now, you feigned indifference; pretending to not care, in order to make him care. It’s stupid, childish, and you knew it, but you stopped giving a shit a long time ago. Michael made you feel small, like an irrelevant speck. As did Jessie, and Laney, and Milton, and Nate, and everyone. You’re tired of being nothing. Just wait, you thought, I’ll show you, soon enough. But how?

The bus ride is long a silent, and you wish you hadn’t destroyed the earbud port in your phone. You wondered about the rest of the day; should you do homework, fuck off with your annoying friends, or get high at by the river?

River, definitely the river. (Uh oh!)

You shoved a hand in your pocket, thumbing the baggy. Hopefully, this will be the last you’ve seen of that creep. Thanks, though! You absentmindedly glance at Michael, and you can see him eyeing your hand in your pocket, and you try not to feel guilty.

<3

Once off the bus, you immediately began walking in the opposite direction of Michael’s path. You went straight for the trees, Michael not bothering to call after you, though you hadn’t expected him to.

The walk is long, but scenic. You trudge along the gravel road that reaches the trees of the distant forest. During the day, it’s beautiful, and it almost makes you forget about those dead bunnies your dad made you hunt. Almost. A golden light shines through brown-green leaves, and the forest is alight with sounds of its creatures, making you feel a bit less alone. Not that much, though. You pull out your phone and play some music to distract you from the loneliness of the woods, though the broken speakers gave it a muffled and distorted sound. You walked until the gravel trail broke off into dirt, and you carefully followed the jagged path until the air felt moist. Well, moister than it already was. The trees reaching branches finally split to reveal the river, long, clear, and calm. You took a deep breath, feeling refreshed already. Is it dangerous to get high and swim? Definitely, but did you care at the moment? Not really!

You stripped, save your shorts and underwear, and sat down on the bank of the river. You dangled your feet into the warm water as you observed your stolen goods. You hadn’t noticed it before, but the guy gave you papers and filters too, the generous bastard.

“How sweet.” You mutter to yourself, as you rolled one up on your thigh. No one came to this end of the river, there were more scenic and swimmer-friendly areas downstream, and so you were completely alone. Though, even if someone stumbled upon you, you didn’t really care. You spread your sweater out on the rocks and dirt behind you and laid back, taking long drags of your fugitive joint. You considered smoking everything he gave you, as that deep itch could still be felt panging inside of you, but you held yourself back. The cigarettes and the weed wouldn’t quench that undying thirst, but they could distract you, for now.

“Tomorrow,” you say out loud, to yourself, “if I still feel like shit, I’m going downtown.” There was no real “downtown”, that’s what you and your buddies like to call the main town. “Downtown” that’s where the good shit is. That’s the place that can quench your thirst.

You sigh out a cloud of smoke and sit up, before languidly slipping into the stream. It’s somewhat shallow, and so you crouch down until the water reaches your neck. You have a hand above the water holding onto your joint when it’s not hanging from your lips. The stressors of the day melt away, all the tension held within your body releasing bit by bit. The soft strings of the guitar play through the speakers of your shitty phone, filling the air with static ridden harmonies. You wade through the water and think, simply think. Nothing too deep or mind numbing, you stick to the simple and the happy. What’s mom making for dinner? Hope it’s not spaghetti again. What’s Laura up to now? You wonder if she’s home yet. You should bring her and the kids here one of these days. Heh, wonder if you can make a point to not invite stupid Michael. You sigh, no, the kids would want him there, your parents too. You wondered about how the babies might’ve spent the day, probably just laying around, pooping. You missed them a bit, but you’ll be home soon enough.

You look up at the orange-ing sky, the setting sun sending sparkles across the water. You savored the joint, taking only a few short drags at a time, though you hungered for so much more. Beneath the water, you still scratched at your thighs. You look down, watching as your limbs distorted in the water. Your upper thighs and the crooks of your elbows were littered with old scratches and scars. When things got bad, you couldn’t realize just how deeply you would dig your nails into your flesh. You lean back on the bank, and raise your stomach, marked with similar scars. You remembered the pregnancy bullshit then and cringed. You couldn’t be a mother, even if you wanted. Sure, you liked kids well enough, but you couldn’t stand being around them for any longer than you needed to. You don’t like to cook or clean, and you don’t know how to care; motherly duties weren’t your forte. Hell, you couldn’t take care of a fish, let alone a baby. On top of that, the sheer horror of birth was enough to cure you of any level of baby fever. Sickness and pain, a growing mass within your core, for 9 months. And at the end of those months, you’re ripped open, and that fleshy mass is torn from your body. The doctors clean it up and hand it back to you, and now it won’t stop those skull-shattering wails. The tiny banshee never knows sleep, creates mini biohazards by the hour, and could die at any turn. No, you couldn’t handle it. You wondered how your mother did it so many times without losing her mind. Well, maybe she did.

“You’re getting to that age, [  ]…” Your grandfather once had the audacity to say, back when you were freshly 18. Now, you were nearing 20, and you knew people who had already popped out a couple of snot nosed brats. You could feel the eyes on you from your extended family members; some waiting for you to finally grow up, get your shit together, and continue the bloodline. Meanwhile, others watched with bated breath, silently petrified of the idea of someone like you coming home with a pregnant belly and no father, just as they expected. That, most of all, filled you with the most dread. If you had been a boy, would it still have been such a big deal?

“That age”? Shit, you still felt like a child. How could a child have a child? Your mind felt fuzzy, your brain heavy, and so you rested your head on the bank. You bring the joint to your lips and… nothing. It’s then you realize you had been taking deeper drags than you thought, the thing was a pathetic stump now. You moved to shove the remains into your bag (no littering!) but your body feels as if it wasn’t moving in time with your mind. A familiar feeling, it reminds you of the first time you tried an edible. Fucking shit. What the hell did that freak put in this thing? “Fucking cocksucker…” You mutter and dug your nails into the dirt of the bank, you needed to get the hell out of the water. Then, a snap.

You jerk your head to attention, the sudden movement making your brain swim. You hear a series of giggles, those damned giggles.

“Ooo, you skinny dippin’?” Jessie is grinning at you, with two other girls strolling about.

“Huh? Jessie? The fuck…” It’s difficult to think, it’s worse to move, “… are you… here…?”

She hums a small sound as she watches you from above. You can barely process what’s happening. “What? We can’t go for a little swim?” She replies innocently.

“I… uh… yeah.” You didn’t know what you were saying, your mind was going blank. You look up Jessie, patches of black begin to cloud your vision. Nothing felt real, you felt like you were dying. “Hey, mind… uh… helping… me?”

Jessie scoffs, then laughs at you. She’s standing along the bank, your hands only inches away from her boots. “You want my help?” she asks, dumbfounded.

“That’s what I said.” Even in this state, you could still cough up something snappy. The world felt as if it were growing distant, and, you had to admit, you liked the feeling. If you weren’t stuck in a river, begging one of your bullies to pull you out, you could’ve enjoyed this.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by a sudden sharp pain. You yelp, Jessie had dug the heel of her boot into your palm. It wasn’t agonizing, not yet at least. She would push down harder once you looked back up at her, before leaning over you. “Don’t start getting all sassy with me, you whore.”

“Hey, man… my bad, alright?” You felt sluggish, despite the pain, and so you laid your head down on your extended arm. “Please, jus’… drag me out… I’ll owe you one.”

Your eyes close, lids heavy, and you can hear that screeching laugh over you. Then, another voice pops up.

“My God, she’s fucking high, isn’t she?” The squeaky voice from the bathroom, Christina Hall. The orange-skinned, bleached blonde girl was at Jessie’s side now, crouching down to observe you more closely. You feel a sensation on the exposed half of your face, and it takes you a moment to realize Christina is pinching at your cheeks. “High in the lake?” River. “Are you stupid?” Maybe. You scrunch your nose and absentmindedly swat at your face, and so she moves on to tugging and twirling strands of your hair.

“Maybe she’s tryin’ to killer ‘erself?” A deep voice chides, Layla or Lyla or something, she’s too forgettable for you to keep up. She’s tall with jet-black hair, pasty skin, and creepy blue eyes that stared right into your soul. She’s nudging harshly at your naked stomach with a sandaled foot, a disgusted look painted across her unremarkable features.

“[  ]!” Christina whined, and you thought of Laney, “I heard you were quitting,” she pouts, “aw, poor thing!” She wraps her arms around you and throws her body weight over your upper body. Her stomach and chest are pressed against your face, as if she were trying to suffocate you to death. You can’t breathe and your body is limp, too weak to fight back. God, please don’t let this be how you die, of all things.

A sound that can only be described as utter disgust can be heard coming from somewhere outside the fleshy suffocation. “Christie, get the hell off of her! She’s a fucking dyke, you dumbass, she probably likes that!” Jessie yells, and Layla-Lyla breaks into a fit of giggles.

“Ewwww!” Christina yelps and pushes away from you, and you take a deep breath and begin coughing.

“What… do you want?” You pleaded through panting breaths.

Jessie shrugs, “I don’t know, what do I want?” You open your mouth to respond, but before you can answer, a swift kick is landed on your face. You can barely register the sensation, too hiked up on whatever the hell was in that weed now, but you can feel the blood trailing from your nose.

A round of impressed ooo’s and aaa’s sound above you, before another sudden kick is landed on your stomach. You let out a noise, the wind being knocked out of you, and you can feel your lunch coming up. The girls say something to you, but you don’t respond, too lost in the wave of pain and high. You lay like that for a while, everything feeling both overstimulating and far detached, until a sharp throb rings through your skull. Someone is pulling you by the hair, but your body was pure dead weight. You clenched your jaw and whimpered, body too limp and mind too gone to fight back. Then, through the chaos, a clear thought breaks through the haze, a revelation: he was part of this, wasn’t he? You felt a bit betrayed, for some reason.

~

“Pull her. Here, bring her here.” Jessie demands, and hands are suddenly tugging at your arms. You’re pulled away from the bank and into the rocks and dirt, sprawled out on your back. You try to protest, but another stomp landed on your stomach. There’s nothing for a moment, until you feel someone at your waist. You startle, your eyes attempting to widen as someone is ripping off your shorts. “Holy shit!” you yelp. With your eyes open, you realize Jessie is recording you, a grin plastered upon her perfect face. You flail your arms around, attempting to cover your body. Your sports bra was one thing, but this was a whole other level. Your body betrays you, as keeping your eyes open much longer proves near impossible, even in this state. You can feel your arms being ripped away from your body, exposing you once more. Even closed, your eyes burn with tears. You felt sick, violated, and out of your mind.

~

You’re in the darkness of the girls’ shadows one moment, then, suddenly, they’re gone. The sun shines upon you, the rays comfortably warming your wet skin. And, for the second time that day, you wonder if you’re dead. Perhaps, was this heaven?

“Oooh, cute bag!” Nope, not heaven.

You manage to open your eyes and see Christina holding your backpack, along with the rest of your things. “Hey, guys, hold on…!” You manage to get out. But it’s no use, and the girls are cackling and scurrying away. Shit. Your parents would freak out if you came home like this, freak out at you and at the girls. Mostly you. You watch as the girls disappear into the trees, deeper into the wood rather than out of it. You struggle as you force yourself to your feet, like a baby deer learning to stand. They had taken your shorts with them, along with your shirt, shoes, sweater. Fuck. The wind chills your exposed body, and so you wrap your arms around yourself and begin your trek.

Clumsily running through the winding trees, high as a kite, half naked, with the setting sun, was torture, to say the least. You hadn’t lost sight of the girls; you could see them in the distance. There were times where you would get close, causing them to notice you, break into giggles, and speed off all over again. And you would follow them as best you could, until they slowed down, and you could attempt to reach them again. It was a never-ending cycle, it was hell. Perhaps you really did die? You’ve heard stories of hell, how for some people it’s an endless repeating cycle of the worst day of their lives. Was this your worst? Maybe not, but it was up there. Did that make the current situation feel any better? Not in the slightest.

Your lungs burned and you felt like you were constantly on the verge of toppling over. As the sun lowered on the horizon, the wind gradually became more and more freezing. You could barely feel your legs, the aching so intense they had been practically numb. Zombie, that’s probably the best way you could describe your state. Why hadn’t they given up yet? Why haven’t you given up yet? You had been following them for what felt like hours. (Though, it had only been a couple minutes.) You’re tired, were they not? At some point, you had begun to smell that familiar stench in the air. You look out at the girls, clouds of smoke surrounding them. Fucking bitches, they were smoking your stolen tricked out weed! Sure, it made you feel insane, but that didn’t mean you didn’t want it! You let out a groan and considered finally turning around. They could have that fucked up weed, it’d teach them a lesson! (Didn’t you steal it first, though?) And your shitty phone, dirty clothes, knife, wallet… shit. Yeah, okay, you needed that stuff back.

You tried to sneak up on them, hiding behind trees or within bushes, but your awkward body never moved how you wanted it too, especially now. You peak from behind a tree, watching as the, now stumbling, girls came to a halt. You could hear them talking, and you assume it’s amongst themselves. However, you soon realize there is a fourth voice among them, a deeper one. You squint and strain your eyes, and you notice a taller figure among them. You assume it’s a man, his features indistinguishable. You take this chance to get closer, and so you crouch down and carefully step towards the small group. Before, you could only hear the distant sounds of their voices, now, you can distinguish their tone. Someone is angry, most likely Layla-Lyla, and Jessie is backing her up. The man in defensive, voice low and muffled. Now, you can see him; blue jacket over a tan hoodie, hood pulled over his head, alongside a strange black mask and a pair of bright orange goggles. At his sides, two red hatchets, perhaps he was a hunter? Or a psycho murderer? You didn’t know which one you were preferred, at this point.

The man doesn’t stop moving, speaking animatedly and constantly shifting on his feet. His mannerisms distantly remind you of that boy, but you don’t dwell on it for too long as the argument seems to heat up by the second. At some point, Layla-Lyla shoved the man in the chest, causing him to fall back a couple steps. Your body tenses, as you expected him to fight back, though he didn’t. Did you want to see them get hurt? Part of you felt as if you should be cheering for something bad to happen. But you’ve seen pain, in many forms, and you could only be filled with dread in that moment. You can’t help but remember Jessie as a child, her love of ponies and princesses. You grew up together. Perhaps she had forgotten your history, but your childhood is something you hold dear, and Jessie was a part of it. You dug your nails into the bark of the tree. No, that Jessie was gone. When you thought of the Jessie from your childhood, it was as if you were mourning the death of a loved one. The Jessie you loved was dead, has been dead for a while. Now, in her place, stood a young demon, possessing her corpse. Jessie now jumps in, raising her voice at the man, while Christina attempts to hold her back. All of them too high off their asses to properly handle an armed freak. You think of what just happened to you, minutes ago. You think of what happened this morning, what has happened for the last 5 years. Jessie was your own personal hell, though she was just another name in the pile. What has she done to deserve your forgiveness, besides being nice to you as a child? She was just another asshole that made you feel like shit.

This is what you told yourself in an attempt to not feel so bad as you watched the man reach for one of his hatchets and swing at the girls in one fell swoop. The hatchet landed in and tore through Jessie’s forearms, as she raised them to block her face, and the forest was suddenly alight with screams. Your eyes widened and you ducked behind the tree, covering your mouth as to stop any sudden sounds. You heard a thump as someone fell to the floor, Jessie was crying hysterically. You could hear footsteps approaching at a rapid pace, until Christina had come into view. You watched her as she tried to flee, but it was no use. A whirring sound flew through the air, and then there was a hatchet lodged in her skull. Her death was quick, and she fell to ground, her demon blood pooling around her. You stare at her body for a moment, it’s been a while since you’ve seen someone die. But she doesn’t keep your attention for long, as you can hear another loud scream, followed by a short yelp, come from directly behind the tree. Then, it’s quiet, save the man’s breathing, Jessie’s whimpering, and the pounding of your own heart. There are steps, shifting, as the man seems to be making his way back to Jessie. You think of chancing a glance behind the tree, but a soft thump on the opposite side of you grabs your attention. You carefully lean over, finding Layla-Lyla slumped over behind your hiding spot. The pooling blood slowly inches towards you, and you flinch to move away. Her face is unrecognizable, almost split in half from the gash that spans the top of her head to her jaw. Her eyes are popping out, and for a moment you think one is staring at you. You felt sick, you wanted to puke, again. Ironic, is the only thing that you can think to yourself, even in a time like this. You strain your ears to listen for Jessie, you can still hear her whimpering. She’s still alive.

You let out a quiet, shallow breath. Your body is shaking, vibrating, and you can hear your pulse rushing in your ears. You stay still for a while, listening for any sign of the man having left the scene. There’s nothing, no steps, no screaming, no nothing; just Jessie. Had the two of you escaped death? You relax a bit; he left Jessie behind, and he has failed to spot you. You feel a sense of relief, for yourself and, oddly enough, for Jessie. Was this a sign? God had a funny habit of getting you in and out of shitty situations by the skin of your teeth. The thought comforted you, to an extent; your misfortune went hand in hand with luck. And so, with a level of newfound confidence, you lean around the tree.

Your body seizes as Jessie’s deafening wail reaches your ears, cut short by the man driving a hatchet into her neck. Before you have time to react, he is lifting his head, his gaze seeming to land on you. He was waiting for you, his audience. Your body freezes, and so does his. Time stills, as if you had been locked in this morbid staring contest for hours. Your brain is still swimming in your skull, the dark spots infested the corners of your vision. All you could sense was the pounding of your heart, the sound of the wind, and the feeling of a cold, jagged stone held tight in your palm. Someone had to make the first move. You had to make the first move.

You scramble onto your feet and make a break for the main trail. Your panting breaths are loud in your ears, and you struggle to not trip and fall on exposed branches and rocks. The effects of the drug were beginning to wear down, however you were nowhere near sober. The wind had strengthened northward, pushing against your side, as if to knock you down. You can hear the steps behind you, hot on your tail. Tears streamed down you face, this was it; this would be how you died. Murder, it didn’t surprise you, though you hadn’t expected it to be someone so random. At least you wouldn’t be alone in hell, even if it was Jessie. You looked up at the sky, a deep purply blue shifting into black. The moon and stars were already peeking through the clouds, you hoped this could be your last sight. What happened to your lust for life? What happened to that fighting spirit? You were tired, tired of the weight of the world on your shoulders. Maybe it was the drugs talking, but you felt as if you were ready to give up.

Before you know it, your body is meeting the dirt. You had tripped on an exposed root, landing you on the forest floor. You grunt, but you make no move to get up. Instead, you pushed yourself onto your back and watched as more stars scattered the darkening sky. Out here, countless stars filled the sky, being so far from civilization. You laid there, waiting for the end, now. Although the effects had dulled, the drug was still running rampant through you, further lulling you into a calm state. There’s a moment where you’re alone with only the sounds of the forest, and you almost believe he had left you alone, until you hear the crunch of sticks under heavy boots. Although you make no move to escape, your body tenses in fear. Steps slowly approach you, then stop at your feet. You brace for impact, keeping your eyes glued to the stars.

Suddenly, something lands on your chest. You jump and squeeze your eyes shut, before realizing it is your clothes, rolled into a ball. You slowly open your eyes and lift your head. The man’s form is towering over you, his silhouette alighted by the moon’s rays. He drops your bag and shoes at your feet, and you can only assume he’s staring at you.

“Huh?” Your voice is gravely and rough as it breaks the silence. You can see him shrug and give you a thumbs up, then he’s gone.

God really really loves fucking with you.

[mermaidsirennikita]

Need your Saltburn review though 👀

I will preface by saying that I personally find Emerald to be a filmmaker/writer that is rather boring at best and kind of... horrifically misled in that she thinks that shocking "darkness" = depth at worst. I think A Promising Young Woman had some fun visuals at points (and so does Saltburn--though I think this has less to do with Emerald having an eye and more for Emerald understanding aesthetic, which makes sense when you realize that her dad is an Eton-educated jeweler to the stars, King of Bling, I wonder if that possibly could ever have anything to do with a UK performer's rise, hmmmmm--) but the way it ended was just... Lol. Yes, Emerald! I know that this is how the story would probs end in real life, the women of the world NEEDED TO KNOW.

(Princess Weekes did a good little video essay about PYW btw, would recommend.)

But yeah, point is--I don't think Saltburn is a misstep for Emerald. I think she's just very mediocre and self-indulgent. You can be self-indulgent and get away with it when you have a vision and something to say (see: Baz). I don't think Emerald has something to say. I think Emerald has concepts, which she pushes to a point she thinks is edgy, but doesn't actually... string into a coherent idea.

First off, Saltburn is nothing new; and it doesn't need to be. I like the pretentious rich people problems aesthetic. I love the bacchanal of the upper crust sensibility. Hell, I loved Donna Tartt's The Secret History. Sierra Simone's Thornchapel series is one of my favorite things she's done. I love Cruel Intentions. I also love The Talented Mr. Ripley, which--

My good man. If you wish to watch what you think Saltburn was going to be, but with better actors (including Jude Law in what is essentially the Jacob Elordi role, which, uh, how we have fallen as a society) and honestly better homoeroticism in a movie made like 20 years ago... just watch The Talented Mr. Ripley.

But yeah. So, I think everything Emerald does is meant to shock but doesn't go quite far enough. It's little moments that happen, and aren't really contextualized in a way that feels like it's there to be anything more than shock value, which makes it less shocking. Like, the period fingerbang--if those characters had a dynamic which led up to that moment, if I felt the actual power play there, it might actually shock me. Or be sexy? For the record, Fair Play has a period sex scene within its first five minutes that is both more surprising and better in every way. The shit with Farleigh? Would be compelling. That was the one bit of chemistry in the movie, the moment when Oliver and Farleigh talked to each other right before the whole singalong disaster. But then it's happening and I'm like "why is Barry Keoghan fucking everyone in this movie except for Jacob Elordi? What is the point?"

And what is the point indeed. Jacob Elordi has the charisma of a medium-sized tree, and I suspect a medium-sized tree would do a better job of ditching the Aussie accent. Emerald's inadequacies could be overcome and made into a thing that is campy, maybe? Not good, but fun? Barry Keoghan does his best with the material. He's fun in the last like ten minutes of the movie wherein he's basically monologuing like a demented real housewife and dancing around naked. He tries so hard to create chemistry with Jacob, while Jacob's vibe is very "no homo". (But the character is supposed to be no homo, you say--is he, first off, because I honestly don't know what Emerald is saying, and second... Like.... The character can be not attracted to Barry's character will still giving us an essence of intrigue that would inform why Barry is spellbound.)

But the biggest issue is that the movie hinges on Jacob Elordi being worthy of obsession, and he is just a flop in this role. He doesn't sell himself as this posh, beautiful, Brideshead Revisited-But-A-Bro guy. He can't really act (there's a scene where the movie cuts to him giving a smile that I think is supposed to be charming and I went "yikes" out loud). He is up against people who are actually actors, which makes it a bit worse. Everything feels very forced and constructed, for want of a better term. If you do not get WHY this guy, then the movie flops. And try as I might, I cannot get WHY this guy.

(Might I add--the bathtub scene would've been more intriguing had we seen Jacob interact with the voyeurism, some sense that he knew, whether or not he enjoyed it. The queerness in this movie is so... It's just this queer guy being obsessed and rebuffed and murderous, and I don't know, there didn't seem to be enough exploring the ramifications of that kind of story.)

The Talented Mr. Ripley also hinges on the focal point of obsession being worthy of obsession. And again. It's Jude Law. And it's Jude Law giving a really good performance, too.

The movie also does some shit I really don't think it's equipped to do. Like, the premise is essentially the working class interloper (but like, he's not as working class as he saaaays so oooooohhhhh) is preying on this family of rich folks who offered him a place to land. And it's not inherently bad, imo, to tell that story. However, you need the rich people to have some role beyond being prey; you need to understand the predator's contempt beyond jealousy. But the rich people are cardboard. They aren't sharp. They may have a few throwaway lines that illustrate their own sins (including some very clumsily handled racism) but ultimately the movie gives Oliver more power than it does the elite upon whom he preys. So ultimately, you come away from it feeling like you're watching the anxieties of the upper class, re: the encroaching middle and working class... But there's no examination, because the rich people are just victims lol. I think it's genuine anxiety.

Yeah though, I thought it was really hokey basically.

[danoberry]

all yours (jay from okja x reader) SMUT 18+

description: after an argument, jay makes sure you’re all his.

content: 18+ SMUT!!!, argument (plays a large role in plot... quite like the scene in ruby sparks... except jay is way nicer about the situtation), assertive! jay (he also ends up being super sweet!!!), fingering, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, really really sweet aftercare, fluffff 

pronouns: you/yours, they/them

genre: mature/nsfw

wc: 2.5k

afab genitailia

You walked among the groups of people, following Jay to the nearest table. The Animal Liberation Front had become an extensive underground system of vigilantes, compared to what it was just a few years prior. You both sat down with a few of his closest partners. You shook the hand of an attractive man from across the table as he examined you, looking you up and down. Jay gave him a stale look.

“I’m K! Nice to meet you.” The man smiled gently and lightly let go of your hand. 

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you too!” Jay looked at you indignantly. You furrowed your eyebrows at him and brushed it off.

The other tenants at the table introduced themselves, giving you a firm handshake.

“I’m Silver!” One said, looking surprisingly hallowed out. Still very lively, however, his physical stature did not compare. The man next to Silver spoke and shook your hand. “Blond, nice to meet you.” 

You introduced yourself to all of them and sat there for a moment. Jay didn’t speak. Instead, he sat there in complete silence and watched you, maintaining good posture. He refused to get rid of the look on his face, as K sat there and seemed to be interested in everything you did.

“I haven’t seen Jay in a long time,” he said. “Didn’t know he was that big of a dater, really.” 

You spoke. “Yeah, I wouldn’t say he’s that big of a ‘dater’ either. We just happened to meet one day when we were out at the same place. Divine timing, right?”

“Right!” He paused for a moment, ”I mean, I don’t blame him...”

Jay cocked his eyebrows.

“Oh… how so?” You said.

“Well, I mean, If I were to see you in public, I probably wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to get your number, hah!”

You laughed at what K said, but didn’t think much of it. Jay did not think what he said was quite funny. He stood up and spoke to him.

“K, Follow me for a second.” 

“Uh, alright?...” K tapped on the table and mouthed the words One sec, smiling at you once again. You sat there for a moment as you watched them both disappear into the hallway of the venue. 

You awkwardly chewed on the muffin you had slid in and grabbed from the buffet line. 

Jay had walked K to the end of the hallway and steered away from any people. He stood there for a moment before speaking to K.

“I don’t like the way you’re talking to Y/N.” 

K looked at him with his jaw half agape for a moment before speaking.

“...What are you talking about?” 

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Don’t let it happen again.” Jay went to walk back down the hallway, and K spoke again.

“Well maybe you should tell them to stop flirting with other people and maybe this wouldn’t be a problem.”

Jay turned around and approached his face. “Do not fucking tell me, to tell Y/N what to do. You came onto them. I don’t want to hear that from you.” He paused. “When we leave this godforsaken hallway you will not look at them, got it? If I see you even look in their direction… It’s going to be a hell of a bigger problem than it already is. I’m leaving.” 

He said this with such calm in his voice, but it was scarily aggressive. He walked back down the hallway. 

After a few minutes of waiting, you saw Jay and K emerge back from the hallway, Jay’s face seemingly angrier than before. K looked like he had seen a ghost. 

“Hey what hap-”

“Get up. We’re leaving, Y/N.” 

You noticed that K had gone in a different direction than your table and he did not try to look at you at all. It was as if there was a barrier stopping him from looking in your direction.

“Wait, why? We just got here! Why’d your friend leave?” You stood up.

“He’s not my friend, and I said we’re leaving. Let's go, I don’t want to cause a scene right now, Y/N.”

You walked away, reluctantly, and waved goodbye to the people you were sitting with. They waved back at you. 

When you turned your head, they looked back at each other, with raised eyebrows and an Ooo expression on their face.

You exited the front doors and followed Jay to the car. 

“Okay, what the hell was that for?” 

He didn’t respond. 

“Jay! What the fuck is your problem?!”

You got in the passenger seat. Jay opened the driver’s door and slammed it behind him. 

“I am pissed at that prick for trying to flirt with you,” He used his hands when he talked to you, waving his right hand in front of the steering wheel. He started the car and backed out of the parking space. His nostrils flared. “And I am pissed at you for going along with it… What the hell was that, Y/N? I should’ve been asking you that question.”

You scoffed.

“I didn’t even realize he was flirting with me! Even if he was, it’s not like I was trying to reciprocate that!” 

You were telling the truth. Looking back, you could’ve been a bit more observant as to what was possibly going on, but you weren’t. Not that you’d admit that you were wrong, though. 

Jay sarcastically smiled and shook his head. He kept his foot pressed on the gas pedal, going well over the speed limit. At that rate, you would be home in 5 minutes. You both sat there in silence while the air conditioner buzzed. 

…

As soon as you got home, you got out of the car and walked inside. Jay stayed in the car and watched you walk to the door. 

You put your bag on the futon and slid off your shoes. You sat up off of the futon and walked- almost stomped-  up the stairs. 

You walked into your room and took off your clothes, tossing them in the laundry basket. The dresser sat a few feet from you. You walked over and put on a pair of pajamas. 

In the bathroom, you looked at your reflection and washed your face. By this time you had already practically forgotten about your argument with Jay, before being rudely reminded of the occurrence when you heard him open the front door. You were sitting on your bed, beginning to read a book that had been laying on your nightstand, 10-or-so minutes after you had walked in the house. You heard his shoes fall on the floor as he took them off, and the sound of his footsteps as he walked up the stairs. You kept reading your book.. 

He looked just the same as he did 10 minutes ago, his suit still intact, his posture still maintained. He walked to the bed and sat down next to you, disregarding the blanket and sitting on top of it. He stared at the blank wall and petted your hair. 

“I think we should talk about what happened earlier.”

You had a small scowl on your face and sat your book down. You looked over at him. A second later, his eyes left the wall in front of you and met yours.

“Oh, you think?” You remarked, sarcastically.

“Yeah, Y/N. I think.”

 He paused. “I hope you’re being serious about what you said. ‘No reciprocation.’”

You were truly dumbfounded. Of course you were being serious! Why the hell would you purposely flirt with someone else, let alone in front of your boyfriend?

“Jay, I was not trying to flirt with him. Holy shit. There is no logical reason as to why I’d do that. I have all I want, right here, sitting next to me.” 

He sat there for a moment and looked back at the wall. You had done the same.

Jay then looked at you. He gently grabbed your face and turned it to look at him. He kissed you and you kissed him back, not really expecting him to do that in the first place. 

“Do you know how pretty you are?” 

You blushed. He kissed you again. 

“I guess not?” You mumbled.

He began to kiss your neck and then kissed your lips again. He moved closer to you and got up to straddle you. His knees were positioned on both sides of your thighs. Jay took the book from your hand and laid it on the nightstand.

“Do you need me to show you how pretty you are, my love?”

You nodded your head as he took off his blazer. He grabbed each side of your pants, along with your underwear, and pulled it down. He smiled and brought his face to yours, kissing you, before beginning to massage your clit with his cold fingers. You were slightly shocked at this. He kept rubbing you in circles, before stopping to slowly fuck you with his middle and pointer finger. You moaned at the feeling of his fingers inside of you, and he kept his lips on yours. His fingers curled inside of you when he hit you as far as he could go, to his knuckles.

Jay moved his head and scooted down to your heat, already being fucked by his hand. He pulled his fingers out of you and licked them, before bringing his head down and kissing your clit. You tried to move his head with your hands and clench your thighs. He used his hands to push your thighs apart while he ate you out.

His tongue flicked you up and down. He pounded his fingers inside you again, using your slick and his saliva as lubricant. 

“Oh my fuck-ing god, Jay..” 

He kept mercilessly fucking his fingers inside you, curling them and then undoing them as he pulled back out only to continue. 

“Say that again?” 

“Jay, oh my god Jay!”

He hid the smirk on his face and kept fucking you with his fingers, rubbing his palm on your puffy clit. He used his other hand to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants, followed by his boxers. 

The sight of him taking off his pants had sparked something in you and sent you over the edge. Moans filled the bedroom. Your cunt had clamped down repeatedly on his fingers and your breathing staggered. 

“Jay… Jay… oh my god. Jay…” 

He took his fingers out of you and watched your beautiful face. Your breath staggered, face misted from sweat. 

His dick was already erect. It had been. He was just waiting until you had said that magic word. His name. Jay waited until your orgasm had riled down, only to tease you again with his tip against your nearly numb clit. You whimpered and your back arched as if it were scared of the mattress. 

He teased his dick against your hole, and began to fuck you again. You moaned from the overstimulation, and Jay let an “Oh fuck…” escape his lips.

He started out slow, the curve of his cock almost touching your stomach while he thrusted in and out. Jay leaned down to kiss your lips before beginning to fuck you harder, laying his head down on your chest and mercilessly pounding you.

“Jay… ho-ly shit!” 

Saying his name gave him all the gratification he needed. It was like his personal drug.

“I love when you say my name, baby…” he flustered. “You know you’re mine, don’t you, pretty thing?” 

His hand pinned your wrists down above your head, while he stared right into your eyes.

“Yes, Jay, I’m- all yours…” 

“Hm, Y/N?”

“Fuck… Fuck… Jay! I’m all yours!”

He fucked you until you couldn’t take anymore, your second orgasm happened almost immediately. The feeling of your walls clamping down on his dick had made him cum right there, and he rode out both of your orgasms, while you panted like a bitch in heat.

“I’m all yours… I’m all yours… Jesus Christ, Jay, I’m yours…” 

Both of your breathing patterns were staggered. He pulled out of you slowly, cum dripping from all around his dick.

“Yeah, you are.” He kissed you. “You are, baby.” 

You both sat there for a moment to let your panting regulate to a normal pattern, and you spoke. 

“I’m sorry if you took it as I was flirting with that guy. I wasn’t, I hope you know that… God, when I say ‘I’m all yours,’ I mean every word.” 

He played with your hair again. 

“I know. I know.”

Jay kissed your forehead and got up to go to the bathroom. You heard water running from the jacuzzi tub and you watched him walk back over to you, covered in a towel for the time being.

“I’m gonna clean you up, alright?” 

He scooped you into his arms and walked you over to the tub. He sat you in before kissing you on the lips and speaking again.

 “I’ll go change the sheets, my darling. I’ll be back to wash you off in just a moment.” 

You watched him walk out of the bathroom and you sat there, exausted. The tub filled up around your ankles, then made its way to your calves, and then your knees, and all of the sudden, when he had came back, it was up to your mid stomach, since you were seated. The warmth of the water felt soothing on your body compared to the cold air conditioner.

He walked back in the room, and smiled as he approached you, giving you a soft kiss on the top of your head. He took off the towel he previously had on and threw it by the door, stepping into the tub. Jay sat right next to you and laid his head on your shoulder, sighing. He grabbed the soap and a washcloth from the self

“Sit right here, sweetheart.” 

Jay picked you up lightly, with the help of the water, and sat you on his thigh. He used the soap on the washcloth to massage your back, and your neck, and your chest. He occaisionally squeezed the warm water out of the washcloth onto your shoulder, and it trickled down your back and your chest. 

He made sure you were relaxed. Your eyes were closed as he cleaned you off.

After he had made sure you were clean, he had you sit across his lap, while your head rested in his arms. He kissed your forehead and kept you close to his skin. He knew he never wanted to loose you, but seeing you relaxed in his lap like you were, sealed that thought entirely.

“I love you, Y/N.”

You yawned and snuggled close to his chest.

“I love you too.”

[angryschnauzer]

I wonder what henrys reaction would be to you watching a film he's in but you didn't know he was in it before you started watching.

Since you'd moved in with Henry there were some basic ground 'rules' or agreements put in place, mostly so that when you were both there and not off on filming schedules you didn't get under each others feet. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but spending every free second with someone can drive a person insane. It was agreed that one night a week Henry had unlimited time to play games on his PC and you could watch whatever you wanted on TV, no matter how trashy, scary, or corny it was. Anything from 'reality' shows that were hyped for the cameras to old movies, after all thanks to Henry's Netflix contract he had unlimited worldwide access to their entire catalogue with no location restrictions.

Tonight was no different. In between jobs, the house was clean and tidy, Kal walked and now snoring in the hallway, Henry had pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose as you'd made your way into separate rooms, the whirr of Henry's PC starting up louder than the Dun Dun of Netflix loading. Scrolling through the titles that had been recommended based on your recent views, you spied an older movie from well over a decade ago, and upon checking the brief bio you saw it had the guy from the Marvel show you liked and also the other dude from the show where everyone was doing magic and it all seemed quite Russian.

An hour into the movie you were entranced, staring at the screen as the story about the fallen star had captured your attention completely, not even noticing the noises from the room next door had stopped until Henry had come sit next to you;

"What you watch... Oh, Stardust"

Henry would regularly trot back and forth from the kitchen to his gaming room to get drinks and snacks, but he never usually stopped to watch with you.

"Yeah, i've never seen it, but it was recommended to me"

"Never seen it?" he enquired; "Oh..."

An hour later the movie was starting to conclude its various plot lines, and in slower moments you would comment about how much the actors had gone onto bigger projects.

"Yeah, there's a few familiar faces in there" Henry agreed

"Charlie Cox has done Daredevil and loads on stage in the West End"

"Uh-huh"

"And right at the start Ben Barnes played Tristan's Dad, he's really done well with Shadow & Bone. And of course Claire Danes was amazing in Homeland"

"Right... anyone else?" he asked, but you shushed him where it was one of the final scenes, a young Sienna Miller as Victoria sitting in the crowd as her beau Humphrey smiled and winked. There was something... something familiar... you squinted at the screen before turning your head slowly, Henry grinning like an absolute fool from the other end of the sofa. Your eyes darted back and forth between him and Humphrey before you were back on Henry and he did the same wink and smile.

You stood quickly, the gasp that filled your lungs seemed to be endless;

"NO!"

Henry laughed; "Yes"

"YOU ARE NOT FUCKING HUMPHREY"

He reached out and grabbed you, pulling you onto his lap;

"Technically, you are fucking Humphrey"

You scrambled for the remote to rewind and pause it, looking back and forth between the screen and your boyfriend;

"You're Humphrey. Oh my god, i literally watched the whole movie and didn't even figure it out!"

"Well, it was a particularly awful wig and fake moustache"

"But... still... I thought i'd seen your entire back catalogue!"

"I guess not" he pressed a kiss to your nose before his hands started to wander beneath your t-shirt; "It was pre-Tudors, it was filmed close to two decades ago, i've changed a bit"

You smiled and ran your fingertips over the greying hairs on his temples and in his beard; "Yeah, you've gotten more handsome"

"Why thank you. But promise me one thing"

"Sure"

"Don't bother with Laguna, its the absolute worst. Its two hours of your life you'll never get back" he paused for a moment; "And probably the same for Hellraiser and Blood Creek"

You laughed;

"Too late, i've seen both of those"

Henry did a fake exagerated sigh; "Really?"

"Oh definitely, but they were pure gratuitious viewing, younger you was delicious"

"And now older me?"

"Is a whole damn meal" the credits started to roll and Henry stood with you in his arms; "Now take me to bed and let me enjoy that meal"

[puffpasstea]

The Rules

A/N: A blurb as requested here. I hope it's what you wanted! Warnings: Dom!Harry, BDSM, mentions of smut, mentions of mental illness. ___

“Honey, I’m home!” Harry yelled out dramatically, strutting into my apartment as if he lived here.

“Hey, took you long enough…”  I glanced over my shoulder at him, keeping my eyes on my knife-work to avoid any kitchen tragedies.

“Yeah, we ended up having to do a second take of that last scene I was telling you about. Took a lot of talking back and forth to get it right. What smells so good?”

I hadn’t seen Harry in a couple of days. The scenes they were focused on filming weren’t ones that required a lot of help from me. And the library had been quiet, what with the film shutting down the majority of it to use for their own purposes. This meant a lot of work from home for me. And some downtime to focus on taking care of myself and my mental health. 

Because I’d been having a rough time recently, Harry had, up to this point, been in charge of food. Mostly because my appetite was one of the first things to go when I was depressed, but also because he was an obsessive, farmers-market, locally-sourced, organic-everything kinda guy. A bit of  rich LA in him that he could never quite shake off. 

I was feeling better tonight though. So, I decided to cook for us. “Oh, I made dinner.”

Harry opened the oven to peak inside. “Wow, a real meal.”

That seemed like a loaded comment, presumably directed at my bizarre eating habits, but I chuckled and let it go.

“You’ve made some sauce too!” He took a teaspoon to the saucepan and helped himself to a taste. “And it actually tastes good…”

“Don’t sound so surprised!”

“Careful, Matilda, if you keep this up, I’m gonna start thinking that you’re trying to seduce me.” 

Damn those dimples. He was clearly finding a lot of joy in this conversation.

“Get over yourself and go set the table, will you?”

***

“So, how was your day?” Harry asked, taking a forkful of roasted vegetables into his mouth.

“Horny.” I blurted, blushing instantly.

Harry nearly choked on his food in response. He coughed heatedly and dropped his fork reaching for his drink and gulping it down noisily.

I was thrilled I’d managed to throw him off, though perhaps I should’ve been more careful about the choking hazard. Though Harry was undeniably the dominant in our dynamic, I still liked to challenge him every now and then, make him work for it.

“Y-yeah,” he spoke again, still a bit off-guard. “Th-that can be.. Uh, har- I’m sorry, I can’t. What did you just say?”

I pinched myself to keep from laughing. “Well, I can’t stop thinking about the time when you made me beg for permission to cum.”

His face was smiling now, recalling the memory to the center of his mind. “Oh, yeah? Go on…”

“I really liked that. A-and when you said I wasn’t allowed to touch you…”

Harry had completely abandoned his food by now, sitting back in his chair, he was staring at me with an open jaw.

“I like it when you give me those…rules.”

“I’ve got more, if you’re interested.”

***

We started with the basics.

If we don’t have time for aftercare, we don’t have time for sex. There will be no skipping out on aftercare.

We can’t try anything new before having a conversation about it first.

Having covered basic safety, we moved on to the fun stuff.

First, Harry insisted I’m not to make myself cum, or even touch myself, in his presence or his absence, without his explicit permission. I was, however, allowed to beg for it.

The begging soon made way for his second rule,

which was about always using my words and vocalizing my needs. I knew this was entirely about him enjoying how flustered I get, how embarrassed i am whenever he makes me plead, how hard it is to for me to  say things like “Please sir, fuck my cunt.” But, this rule actually had important unintended consequences for our friendship as well.  He often reminded me of the rule, and punished me for ignoring it, whenever I got anxious and in my head and began to isolate myself, refusing to verbalize how I felt. Being forced to communicate my thoughts, and knowing that I had no choice but to tell him what I needed, made the bad days just a little bit easier and made him better at offering support. What started out as some embarrassment kink, ended up being genuinely meaningful to me. 

He gradually made the communication more specific. “You are to refer to me as ‘sir’ and only ‘sir.’”

Then, he slapped my face repeatedly after I’d unleashed a string of profanities at him for ruining my orgasm three times in a row. “No cussin’ at me, you disrespectful whore.” I was allowed to curse, just not AT him.

***

One night, having spent all day upstate, visiting my family in my childhood home, I struggled to calm my anxiety using my regular coping mechanisms. The resulting sleeplessness ended up throwing off my whole week, after which, two important rules were born.

“You are to call my phone after every time that you see your family.” Of course, I defied that rule immediately. Mainly out of insecurity that I would quickly become a burden. But also because it was often late at night by the time that I got home from seeing my family, so, Harry added

“If you ever need anything that I have the power to help with, you reach out. EVEN WHEN IT’S THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.”

Harry’s rules regarding food, similarly, evolved over time. Upon first hearing about the ways that my mental health often affected my appetite, Harry immediately made it a rule that I must eat a minimum of one real meal everyday. “Real” mostly meant a carb, a vegetable, and a protein. It didn’t always have to be healthy, and it didn’t have to be elaborate. Sometimes a cheeseburger would suffice to tick all three of those boxes. The better I got at staying on top of that rule, the higher the requirements got. He began to gradually require snacks…and eventually ended with a “no skipped meals” rule.

***

Though we began negotiating those rules over dinner that night, my favorite part about our dynamic remains the “unwritten” rules. The things we never explicitly agreed on, but that somehow ended up being ritualistically incorporated into our relationship to a point where we genuinely had a conversation if they were skipped.

For instance, Harry took it upon himself to remind me to take my meds everyday. I never asked him to. And he never told me he was planning on doing it. He simply noticed what time they were meant to be taken over time, and just started reminding me, and then never stopped.

I always prepped the bedroom, toys, and sat in position whenever I knew that he was coming over. And if we were hanging out at his plays, I always brought those supplies, and my especially purchased lingerie along with me.

I also sent him a “good morning” text every single morning without fail. And if I’d overslept, let my phone die overnight, or otherwise neglected to do it, there was always hell to pay.

Harry also often punished me if on any random day, he asked if I’d had any water, and my answer happened to be “nope” or “not yet, sir.” Hydration was by far his biggest unwritten rule. And he loved to spring it on me at random. It made for very creative punishments, too.

Though our relationship thrived on some of our reckless, spur-of-the-moment decisions, and a lot of sexual chemistry, I’ve always been secretly grateful for the structure that our rules has given my very disordered mind. I’ve never explicitly told Harry this before, but I hope that my submission has indicated it.

[valentinehorrors]

I'm not a vessel for your good intent

(CW: Mikey POV, gore, manipulation, Casey isn't doing well)

Where there's a shadow, there's Mikey. As much as he found her annoying, he had to admit it was quite nice to always have an eye on his favorite plaything. Even while keeping up his mask around his brothers, watching Crognard the barbarian with one eye while the other observed as a certain red head talked to his pet.

"You know, you could've told me. I would've understood you two wanting to keep it secret." The girl attempted to comfort Casey, the two currently in the barn while Casey worked on the old car that had been stored there. Both he and Donnie had been working on it as of late.

Hm.

That was a familiar feeling. He did not appreciate it being aimed towards his own brother.

"If only you could kill someone who looked like Donatello to handle those pesky feelings." Annabeth oh so graciously mocked from the deepest, darkest, depths of his mind. Unfortunately, she's become much harder to tune out, Mikey attributes it to how often he uses her abilities to spy on Casey.

"Keep telling yourself that, brat."

...

It doesn't hurt to be cautious.

"Better." He would be a fool to ignore it, as much as he hates feeding her ego, these new developments are... alarming. Still, the only thing he can do now is make a note of it.

Ah, he got distracted, good thing his toy was an expert learner. He's worn the mask Mikey made for him very well on his own.

"Well, I was just, nervous I guess..." Casey accurately portrayed said nervousness, fueled by a very truthful anxiety of knowing he was being carefully watched and was already on thin ice. " You know I ain't exactly perfect... Like, I'm not like, homophobic or anything."

"Obviously." The girl added with a touch of humor, offering a comforting smile, albeit tinged with embarrassment. "Still, heh, would've been nice to know..." Her cheeks flushed with the humiliating memory of her foolish confession.

"Yeah... sorry, again. I should'a just told ya instead of, uh, running away like that." Casey hissed as he accidentally pinched his finger with some mechanical parts of the car, sliding out from underneath it to inspect the damage while also taking the opportunity to allow his spine to crack and pop as he arched his back. "I just... Freaked, I guess? All this stuff is still new to me and... I don't wanna, fuck it up with Mike, you know?"

"Yeah, I get it. Still, I'm kinda surprised that Mikey's that good at keeping a secret like that." Oh, she had no idea. Mikey knew that Casey thought the same thing during his hesitation before he replied.

"Eh, it's mainly cuz I told him to. He's... different in private, I guess."

"I'll take your word for it, I'm sure you make each other very happy." April smiled, completely unaware that Casey had been unable to look her in the eye even once before he wheeled himself back under the car.

It was a small price to pay, reveal the smallest and most harmless part of the truth to cover up for his pet's mistake. After all, it was the only thing to logically explain such a dramatic overreaction from Casey's end. Even if she slipped up and told his brothers, it was something easy to adjust his mask to. Casey may need a touch more guidance when it came to his, but nothing the two of them couldn't handle.

Speaking of Casey being able to handle something.

It had happened just the night before, their little deal, Mikey's catharsis. What an obedient pet Casey became when he knew it was needed. And cathartic indeed, Mikey reveled in being able to tear apart someone who looked so much like April. Casey picked well, if it wasn't for how she was slightly shorter, with hair a touch more curly than April's, he would've thought he was killing the real one.

And how treasured that memory was.

Casey's wide, traumatized eyes, staring at the gruesome scene as Mikey's stared back. Taking in the tears that streamed from the human's eyes, more gorgeous than any waterfall he could ever witness. What a treat it was, watching as those eyes went from pure horror to numb, the tears only stopping after the vigilante physically couldn't continue. The best part was when he never looked away. Yes, Mikey had made him watch initially, when the girl's face was still recognizable, but he'd let him go eventually. It was a delight to see Casey's gaze never leave the mutant as he tore apart his prey, flesh tearing from bone, limbs being torn off and neatly folded in ways the joints didn't allow to bend.

Mikey had kept eye contact as he worked at the head of his food, tearing off annoying scalp to slurp up the soft fleshy material behind tough skull. There was no word other than fascination to describe the dark curiosity that took over Casey's numb eyes. He was observing, much like Mikey did to him. The vigilante watched closely as Mikey bit into skull as though it was stale bread, the mutant saw Casey's eyes trace each fang as he easily got through the toughest bones in the human body.

Well that was different, and so very delicious. He almost seemed broken. Almost. He could taste it, the diminishing shreds of Casey's sanity. The light of hope and dark positivity simply turned dark. There was still much left in him to break but how far had he come. So very delicious as Casey took a handful of purplish red meat and eyed it curiously. Mikey had been deep in his feeding, and his knee-jerk reaction to his food being disturbed was to growl, a demand to give him back his prey. He wasn't expecting for Casey to the reach his hand out in offering.

It was the closest thing to truly vulnerable that Mikey allowed Casey to do. Instead of simply snatching the meat back, he had slowly crawled over, keeping eye contact with the human as his carnivore teeth got very close to Casey's hand.

Mikey allowed his pet to feed him.

Perhaps it was a bit too vulnerable, as Mikey could've sworn his own cheeks felt a tad warmer than usual. And yet, he allowed as Casey took another piece of his food, a lung this time, and once again he was fed.

He truly had no other word to describe how he had felt other than vulnerable. So very vulnerable. And yet, he allowed it to continue. Casey fed him handful after handful of human flesh, and Mikey licked his hand clean. During the process they had gotten close enough that Casey was going to need quite the cleanup afterwards, which he did. But that moment was near bliss, there was a time when he had thought it was a very bad idea to allow Casey so close when he fed, but this? He wanted it to last eternity, just Casey feeding him while he smiled down at him, a bloody mess on the human's lap. It was deeply intimate in a way Mikey didn't know he craved, satiating any desire to eat Casey right there and then.

It was bloody, it was delicious, it was euphoria.

"Hey guys!" Mikey was snapped back to the present by a certain redhead as she walked into the living room, the creaking floorboards adding to her loud entrance.

While they all greeted her, Mikey made sure to add a bit more enthusiasm to his own greeting, adding a wider smile and passing a knowing look to April that she reciprocated, now understanding that Casey is very very very taken. If only he could be more... aggressive in his assertion, however this will need to stay in his fantasies. Mikey would be a fool to not lay out another string to someone that could turn out to be very useful. Since April believes she's been allowed in to such a grand secret, she's sure to believe there's a tad more trust between the three of them.

Like the fool she is.

"You guys finish making that grocery list? Me and Casey are going to be going out soon."

"Going out?" Donnie asked much too quickly, Mikey's sure that even Annabeth cringed. Said taller turtle quickly overcorrected once April gave him a confused look, "I-I mean, yeah! Duh! Groceries! Yeah, uh." He chuckles nervously as he nearly trips over his own feet walking over to her "I could, um, come with? Like, just in case you guys might need back up or something?"

"I... don't really see why? It's just a grocery run." April shrugged as Donnie tried to come up with another excuse.

"Mikey, do me a favor." The oldest of the three, leaned over to whisper to the youngest. "Don't do that." He proceeded to gesture towards their bumbling brother as he continued to stutter his way through awkward excuses to tag along. Trying to throw out any and every excuse that's not just blatantly saying that he wants to make sure Casey and April don't grow any closer.

Oh Raph, if only you knew.

"Don't worry bro, I'm not a neeeerrrrdddd." He whispered back before gasping dramatically "Yo! Did you see that sick move?! Crognard is the best!!!!" His loud exclamation interrupted the bumbling idiocy happening behind them. As expected.

"Anyway," April the continued, "You don't have to worry Don, we're miles from any kraang anything. You can rest easy, It'll just be a quick run." She offered a small smile, a hand on Donnie's shoulder in an attempt to soothe his nerves. If only Donnie could read more into her insistence to not worry. There is no competition in his way.

Come to think of it, if those two were to get together, it could benefit his little game. Even help lay out strings for that brat.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" He obnoxiously raised and flailed his hand as he threw himself on the couch, closer to the painful exchange. "What about candy! And snacks! AND PIZZA!" Faking a sparkle of excitement in his eyes was second nature at this point, easy to manage even while using one eye to keep watch over his pet.

A delightful sight indeed, Casey was currently curled up in the barn were he and April were just talking. Mikey could only imagine the amount of thoughts that were whizzing through his mind, he knew the human was just as surprised as he was at what had occurred the night prior. He was trembling, hugging himself tightly as he carefully breathed, no doubt trying to avoid hyperventilating.

"Well, we'll have to see what they have. Not a lot of stores around the area so we'll have to take what we can get." April paused, seeing the false sparkle and chuckling warmly, "But I'll try my best." She promised with an insulting pat to his head.

He wanted to bite it off, how fucking dare she touch him.

Casey stopped trembling, seems he made peace with whatever was in his mind. Wait.

Was that...? Laughing?

Yes, there was no mistaking it, Casey was softly giggling to himself, his head in his hands.

"Okay!" Mikey beamed "I trust you! Don't let me down Apr-eroni!"

She giggled before turning to Donnie who cleared his throat. "Um, well, let's give the kitchen a once-over to see what we need. I can help." His gap-toothed smile screamed desperation.

"Hey Mike..." His attention instantly got brought back to his pet. "I know you're watching, I'm really stuck with you aren't I?" There was something so delightfully broken about his voice as he leaned back against the car. They both knew the answer to that.

Casey let his head fall back as he stared at the ceiling, hair falling out of his eyes to reveal that something dark has begun to take hold. His smile blessed with a touch of insanity as he sighed "Well shit, might as well go with the flow... I gotta be honest, up till last night, I thought maybe I had some chance of like, keeping a hold of ya or something..." He snickered to himself. "Fuckin stupid, am I right?"

Yes. Very.

"Hope ya forgive me for thinking that..." He took in a deep breath before then stretching, cracking joints once again. "I wonder... If it'd be that easy... For you to eat me, I mean..." His hand rubbed at the back of his neck, fingers lingering and trailing over the veins of his neck, his collarbone. Was he trying to tease him?

Wait, he actually might. Especially considering the dark smile still laid upon his lips. Casey was teasing Mikey about eating him.

Casey was teasing Mikey about eating him.

What an idiot.

What a moron.

What a fool.

What a fucking tease.

"Anyway, you got a mask to keep up, probably shouldn't be distracting ya too much." He laughed with a trickster's intent as he stood. "If you can still watch me from across Manhattan, I'm guessing you can still watch me while I head out with April. Hope so anyway..."

He hopes so? Oh yes, his dear and precious pup, no need to worry. There is nowhere Casey can go where Mikey won't be able to follow.

"Mikey?" Once again he was snapped back to his mask. Looks like he had acted on auto-pilot, once again sat in front of the TV. The concerned voice came from Raph. "Hey, you good? Spaced out there for a sec."

A flip of the switch, wide smiles, sparkling, innocent eyes. "Yeah! Was just thinkin! What if Crognard had to fight, like, a pizza monster! And then! They had a giant pizza party but-!"

"Nope. That's enough, I can feel my brain cells shrinking." Raph rolled his eyes, annoyance with the care for the youngest he refuses to show tinged in the way the edge of his mouth twitches, wanting to smile fondly.

He made his mask falter. Casey successfully made his mask falter. There had only been one time before when Casey tried to tease him while his mask was up. Not only had it been an unsuccessful attempt, Mikey swiftly educated Casey on why it was a very stupid thing to do. And yet, not only did he try again, he succeeded. He wasn't sure whether to remind him of his place or be impressed. Or the third option of simply enjoying how far he's pushed Casey's psyche.

Hm, perhaps all three, he'll decide later. It would be wise to focus more on his mask, just to be sure that it won't happen a second time.

True to his unsaid promise, he made sure to keep an eye on Casey at all times when the time came, both humans leaving on a journey for groceries. Casey was the one driving, focusing on the road while April gave directions to the nearest convenience store which was still quite aways from the house.

"Dramatic much?" Shut up.

Casey still hadn't looked April in the eye, hell, he barely looked at her at all. And that dark look in his eye hadn't completely left. April seemed uneasy, she could tell that something was off. Hm, he'd have to coach him better the more deteriorated his mind gets.

"So..." April carefully began, "You and Mikey..."

"Yeah."

The tension that suddenly made itself known was almost comedic. The awkward silence felt much longer than it actually was.

"Um... Are things gonna be... weird now?" April shifted anxiously in her seat, eyes roaming everywhere. It was a joy to see her so uncomfortable.

"Weird? Whattaya mean?" He casually replied, leaned back with one hand on the wheel. Casey was the picture of casual and relaxed, but one look into those eyes and she would see that something was indeed very wrong. It almost felt like Casey himself was aware of this, considering his lack of eye contact with the girl.

"Well, just, ya know. You seem, kinda off since the whole thing. I mean-"

"What do you mean? We were just talking about it in the barn, I'm just..." Believable hesitation, very good. The touch of gaslighting is appreciated, squash the doubt quickly and swiftly. "It's just new to me, and I don't wanna fuck things up with Mike. I've been with girls before, this is all new to me."

April seemed appropriately embarrassed, "W-Well, yeah, I get that. But I just don't want our friendship to be weird."

"It'll only be weird if you make it weird, which you kind of are, Red." Casey risked a look at April to prove his point. Presumably, he took after Mikey in knowing that she was going to look away in embarrassment.

"I... Sorry, sorry, no you're right, I'm the one being weird about it." She fiddled with the hem of her shirt, picking at a loose strand of fabric. Her cheeks were lightly flushed with shame, humbled, uncomfortable, and ashamed? Mikey may just forgive a punishment for Casey, witnessing this was a treat.

"It's whatever." Casey sighed, focusing on the road again. "We're almost there yeah? Let's just get what we need, head back, and nothing will be different okay?"

April nodded as she offered a small smile "Right yeah, nothing weird happened, everything is okay."

"Right." Casey nodded as well, in control of the narrative. Mikey could not accurately express how proud he was. His pup learned very well.

"I might be sick." He was in such a good mood from what he was witnessing that even a certain annoying demon couldn't phase him.

The store they had found was... Well, it was a store. The paint flaked off of the walls, what was once a strong blue was now washed out from years of neglect. The sign wasn't even readable, bird fecal matter, rain, dirt and time only allowing the '24/7' to be seen. The windows had a clear line where they had been repeatedly cleaned, the edges showed the years of scum and dirt despite the mostly clean centers.

Through said windows, a single human could be spotted inside, nearly asleep at the register. That plus the somehow still functioning neon 'open' sign, signaled that it was indeed, open.

Both teens paused before just heading in, Mikey kept his eye in Casey's shadow, traveling just beside him. Despite the exterior of the store, the inside was surprisingly neat and organized.

"Oh shit," The man at the counter startled, nodding to them as a greeting, he looked to be around his late forties. He had a decent amount of muscle on him, he'd be quite the meal.

What was interesting was how Casey looked the man up and down as he also nodded in greeting. Was he coming to the same conclusion? Of course April was none the wiser, simply looking at the list she had brought along as she searched the neat shelves. She also didn't notice as Casey slowed his step, staying up by the register.

While April wandered towards the very back of the store, Casey casually browsed near the man who didn't seem to be fully paying attention. The bags under the man's eyes communicated a clear lack of sleep, besides that, he seemed healthy. There was... Something, about how Casey kept glancing at the man. Something that stirred a familiar feeling at the core of Mikey's being.

And then Casey glanced at his own shadow.

Wait.

Was it on purpose?

From within the relatively quiet confines of the chicken coop, was where one certain mutant sat, his full attention given to his pet. As the realization washed over him, he couldn't resist the demented that snuck onto his lips. His pet had learned well after all.

"I'm surprised you aren't considering punishing him even more severely."

"And why exactly would I do that?" Mikey rolled his eyes, head falling back against the wooden wall. His one present eye briefly darting to the chickens whose home he just invaded while seeking privacy. The prey birds could sense the metaphorical fox and were currently crowded in the farthest corner from him. How comedic.

"He's using you."

"Using me is a strong phrase. He simply correctly assumed I was listening, correctly assumed I would follow him, and correctly assumed that if he pointed the gun, I would be content to pull the trigger. He learned well, why would I punish him for that?"

He shifted focus back to the topic of discussion, who was currently conversing with the cashier.

"Insubordination!" Annabeth replied with all the pearl clutching shock she could muster.

"Ooh, big word. Congratulations." Mikey replied with his own lack of emotion. "Please relocate your feelings of deciding to be an annoyance to another time, I'm sure I have some spots in my schedule for 'fuck you' days from today." He tried to shift to be at least somewhat more comfortable amidst the hay and lack of leg room.

"You know, I never liked you. But at least I respected how you conduct this game of yours."

"And I should be flattered? As though I've ever respected or cared about any of your opinions. Now shush, I can't hear what they're saying." Oh, he did not like how Casey was leaning over the counter, they were both laughing. Casey's was so obviously fake in his laughter, yet the man's was genuine.

"Yeah... My wife's a real bitch sometimes, never stops bitchin about the kids, bitchin about me, bitchin about the store. What a stupid bitch." Well, Casey knows how to pick them it seems.

Casey chuckled as he rested his chin on his own hand "Damn, that sucks. She should get off your ass for once, I ain't married but living with her," He pointed at the still clueless April, finding items at the back of the store, "annoying as hell. I getcha."

The man nodded in agreement, looking Casey up and down, "Yeah... What team you batting for?" He suddenly whispered.

Casey smiled like a cat who's caught his mouse "Yours. If you want."

This little shit. Mikey could vaguely hear the chickens panicking from their corner.

"Sounds punishment worthy to me."

"Shut it." Mikey hissed, unable to contain anger filled laughter. He was still able to stay quiet enough that he wouldn't be noticed if one of his brothers decided to come searching for him. At least Casey chose well, good muscle on his soon to be prey and not too old. He'll make a fine meal.

The man got out a piece of paper, scribbling on it before passing it to Casey, mouthing 'Call me later.' Casey quickly snatched it and straightened his back, shoving the paper into his pocket. As April made her way over, Casey quickly took a handful of candy from around the counter and threw it on.

"Want one?" He asked as he looked over at April, holding up one of the candies.

April laid out the groceries on the counter as she looked over at the candy "Hmm... Grab me some sour skittles."

Casey nodded, as he reached for aforementioned candy, he looked into his shadows. If Mikey didn't know any better, he'd say that Casey could see the mutant watching him. That dark glimmer in his eyes conveying everything they need to.

Yes, it was all on purpose.

His darling pup is bribing him with food to soothe his ire. Now how could he stay mad at that?

"Mikey! Hello?! Mikey!" Raph.

It's fine, he saw everything Casey wanted him to see. He pulled his gaze out of the shadows, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, flipping his mask back on.

He couldn't wait for him and Casey to have a talk that night.

The woods were becoming a familiar and welcome environment, something about it appealed to his predatory nature just as he thought it would initially. It was nice to see the twinkling stars, much brighter than what one could ever see in the city. The quiet was, to an extent, nice as well, only the occasional sounds of crickets, frogs, and whatever other wildlife roamed.

Within these seemingly peaceful woods, a monster and his victim met once again.

"So." Casey started speaking before Mikey had even revealed himself. "I know you're still kinda mad, had a feeling you would be. So! I thought," the human paced in a circle, any outsider would see him and think he was insane, not inaccurate but still, "what was that old saying? The best way to a guy is through his stomach or somethin like that?" Casey paused, shrugged, then continued his pacing. "Whatever it was, I know ya babe! And yeah, yeah, I know you just ate yesterday buuuuut, I had a feeling you wouldn't mind. Especially this guy, plus he's a dick, think his family'll thank us for getting rid of the guy-"

Despite his seemingly confident tone, he was still struck with sweet fear as Mikey appeared from the shadows and grabbed his wrist, pulling him close. Mikey paused, gladly drinking up the momentary fear in the human's eyes before clashing their mouths against one another, practically ripping his mask off and tossing it on the ground.

Their kiss was aggressive, far more teeth than anything else, and Mikey delighted in how Casey started trying to bite at him.

Mikey was the one to pull away first, chuckling. "You're sooner to chip any left over teeth you have than to draw blood from me, pet~"

"Aw, so I can't taste you like you can taste me?~" Casey held one of Mikey's hands, awkwardly intertwining their fingers.

"Be still my beating heart. You got me fresh food and you're indulging in my tastes? What exactly triggered such a change of heart?" Mikey asked despite knowing full well why. Planting a kiss to Casey's jaw.

Casey chuckled dryly "Well... Let's just say I... Realized some stuff."

Mikey hummed in reply as he planted kiss after kiss on Casey's jaw and neck, causing delightful shivers from the human. "Regardless..." Mikey suddenly stopped, pulling away enough to grab Casey's face by his cheeks and dragging him down, eyes glowing a bright enough blue that even Mikey could see the glow against Casey's skin, his teeth morphing to sharp fangs. "Don't forget who's the one in charge, have I not already emphasized my feelings regarding endangering my mask? Raph caught me spacing out. I'll forgive you for using my lessons against me this once. Be more thoughtful about time and a place in the future, dog~"

Casey smiled "Message received... So, want me to call the guy?" He dug through his pockets and pulled out the sliver of paper from earlier.

"Very much so. Now." Mikey commanded, earning a giggle from Casey.

His attitude hadn't changed much, but his true change hid in subtler ways. The lack of hesitation and carefulness in teasing Mikey back, the mirrored lack of stability in Casey's eyes and smile. Mikey greedily took all of it in, his beautiful broken pet.

Well, not fully broken, not yet.

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Solar Opposites: Ultra Opposites The Movie Ch. 6 (from @avaveevo)

Miss Frankie is in jail. Suddenly, a police officer approaches her.

Police Officer: Alright, miss. You made bail.

Miss Frankie: *sighs depressingly* Okay. Thank you for letting me know.

The police officer opens the cell and Miss Frankie is let out. Miss Frankie takes a deep breath and walks out.

Miss Frankie: So, who bailed me out.

Principal Cooke: Hey baby! *Miss Frankie gasp in joy and kisses him* Yeesh, how was jail time? Did they hurt you?!

Miss Frankie: No. They learned a thing or two to not mess with me.

Principal Cooke: I love it when you’re so tough!

Miss Frankie: Thanks, sweetie!

Principal Cooke: By the way, how did you end up in jail?

Miss Frankie: Ugh. Car rent.

Principal Cooke: Honey…

Miss Frankie: I know I know… *then thinks about giving the Solars another chance* You think I’ve been a huge asshole to these aliens?

Principal Cooke: Pretty much.

Miss Frankie then looks down as she sighs. The scene then cuts to school where Yumyulack is getting stuff from his locker, until Daryl comes up from behind him and hugs him. Yumyulack smiles and kiss his boyfriend and the lips as they moan lovingly.

Daryl: Hey, babe.

Yumyulack: Hey honey. How was school today?

Daryl: Ugh, it was hell. I don’t think I’ll be able to ace the test tomorrow.

Yumyulack: Hey relax honey. You’re gonna do great. Plus, *referring to himself* you have the best math tutor around.

Daryl laughs.

Daryl: I know. See you tonight babe.

Yumyulack kisses Daryl on the cheek

Yumyulack: You know it babe.

Then, Yumyulack see the headphone guys picking on a couple of kids.

Aiden: Gimme your lunch money right now, or I'm gonna kick your meek little ass.

Lily: Ow! Hey! Cut it out!

Yumyulack growls and goes up to them.

Jayden: What're ya gonna do, cry?

Yumyulack: Hey! You heard her! Cut it out!

Aiden: Nice entrance, loser. What crazy world are you living in where you think a alien could be a hero?

Yumyulack: Kindly return these kids’ lunch money right now!

Aiden: Come and get `em.... But watch out, ‘cause we’re popular and it’s in our dunnah!

Mark: Uh, it’s pronounced DNA.

Jayden: Don’t tell what I know about, Mark!

Yumyulack: You don’t scare me man.

Aidan pushes Yumyulack

Aidan: What you gonna do? Run away and cry?!

Braiden: You scared now!

Jayden: Look at him tremble! He is scared!

Aiden: What are you gonna do? Cry no-

Yumyulack kicks Aidan in the face

Aidan: Oh, you don't know when to quit, do ya?

Aidan punches Yumyulack in the face

Aidan: I want you to remember this moment the next time you think you will ever be anything more than just a stupid, weak fuck.

The Headphone Kids leave as the kids run up to Yumyulack.

Lily: That looks bad.

Rebecca: Are you okay?

Yumyulack: Yeah. I’m fine. *gives the kids their money* He’s your money.

Eddie: Woah! How do you get them?

Yumyulack: I snuck from behind while they attack me.

Rebecca: You’re awesome! Those headphone kids were wrong about you!

Lily: Yeah! Aiden doesn't know what he's talkin' `bout.

Yumyulack: Well, he’s right about one thing. I don’t know when to quit.

The scene then cuts to Yumyulack heading inside his house. Then, Korvo runs up and hugs him in relief.

Korvo: Yumyulack! I heard what happened! Are you all right?

Yumyulack: Sorta.

Korvo kisses Yumyulack on the forehead.

Korvo: Well I am so glad my son is okay.

Yumyulack smiles and hugs Korvo

Yumyulack: Thanks Korvo.

Korvo smiles.

Korvo: Come on. Let’s get you inside.

The father and son head inside and then Janiz then comes up in desperate and runs up and hugs Yumyulack.

Janiz: Are you okay?

Yumyulack: Yes, why-

Janiz: Did you have any side effects? Outbursts? Glowing eyes?!

Yumyulack: I…What are you talking about?

Korvo sighs.

Korvo: Yumyulack, it’s time you knew.

The three Shlorpians head into Korvo and Terry’s room. Korvo close the door and locks it. Yumyulack sits down as while Korvo holds Yumyulack’s hand.

Yumyulack: Korvo, what’s going on? I’m not in trouble am I?

Korvo sighs.

Korvo: Yumyulack, you’re a Super Shlorpian. Like me and Janiz.

Yumyulack: What?! How?! Does Terry know about this?!

Korvo: Yes. I already told him. And…. it’s been running in our family for generations. Including today. Once a Replicant turns 13-years old, the spirits grant him the spirit of the Super Shlorpian in his sleep, which also becomes their new life source.

Tears start running down Yumyulack’s cheeks as his eyes turn purple with anger

Korvo: Yumyulack? Yumyulack, no!

Yumyulack: Are you…SERIOUS?!

Yumyulack growls as he snarls as Korvo and Janiz gasp.

Yumyulack: SO THIS IS THEIR FAULT?!

Korvo then gives Yumyulack a cooldown hug.

Korvo: Sssh…it’s okay. Just take deep breaths for me, okay?

Yumyulack takes a deep breath but then breaks down crying.

Yumyulack: *tearfully* Why…Why didn’t you tell me?

Korvo: Because, I was waiting until the time was right. Which it is. Janiz and I also inherited this ever since we were kids. My first time however was traumatic.

A flashback plays of Replicant Korvo throwing up

Korvo: *voicover* I was sick… I didn’t what caused it, but I was really ill…

Replicant Janiz: Are you okay?!

Replicant Korvo kept throwing up, which made Replicant Janiz concern.

Replicant Korvo: I-

Then, Replicant Korvo kept throwing up.

Replicant Janiz: Hey hey. It’s gonna be okay…

Korvo: *voiceover* I was also prone to mental breakdowns

Replicant Korvo: *starts breathing in and out*

Replicant Janiz: Korvo, just-

Then, suddenly Replicant Korvo’s eyes starts glowing aquamarine as his skin starts turning black and his fingers turns into claws. Replicant Janiz gasps.

Replicant Korvo: Janiz! *starts growing bigger and muscular* What’s wrong with me?! *robe and shoes starts to tear* Help me…

Replicant Janiz screams in fear. Replicant Korvo roars as he rips apart his robe and shoes and then his horns and wings appear as he roars as tears of rage burst from his eyes.

Replicant Janiz: K-Korvo?

Super Shlorpian Replicant Korvo as he bust through a window and attacks some Shlorpians. Replicant Janiz and runs after him and sees some Shlorpians injured and/or hurt. Replicant Janiz gasp and sees Super Shlorpian Replicant Korvo roaring and runs up to him.

Replicant Janiz: Korvo! No! Stop! Calm down! I’m here! You’re all right!

Super Shlorpian Replicant Korvo roars as Replicant Janiz, who gasp as her eyes glow icy and transforms into a Super Shlorpian to calm down her brother. Super Shlorpian Replicant Korvo gasps as he sees his sister as a Super Shlorpian.

Korvo: *voiceover* I was lucky Janiz was there to save me.

Super Shlorpian Replicant Janiz: It’s okay baby brother… it’s gonna be okay…

Super Shlorpian Replicant Korvo starts sobbing.

Super Shlorpian Replicant Janiz: *hugs her crying brother* Shh… it’s okay… I’m here…

The flashback ends as Korvo weeps.

Korvo: *weeps* That’s when I vow not to transform again. Because, I never want to get anyone hurt. Then, you came along.

Yumyulack: Korvo, I’m so sorry you-

Korvo: It’s okay honey. But, I also transform again when you were just a sproutling.

Yumyulack: You did? But I don’t remember that…

The flashback starts as baby Yumyulack starts crying.

Baby Yumyulack: *wailing*

Korvo goes up to Yumyulack’s crib and picks him up

Korvo: Shh… it’s okay my little sprout… daddy’s here… shh…

Baby Yumyulack stops crying and sniffles. But then, Korvo hears the sound of a monster as a giant horn monster bust in here.

Korvo: HOLY FUCK!

Baby Yumyulack starts wailing louder because he is scared. Korvo, seeing his baby scared and might be in danger, goes papa wolf as his eyes glow aquamarine. Korvo turns into his Super Shlorpian form and roars. The horn monster scratches him on the back. Despite the pain, Super Shlorpian Korvo fires ice breath at the beast. Then, he flies away while holding baby Yumyulack, who is still crying. The horn monster goes after him. Super Shlorpian Korvo hide as he consoles baby Yumyulack.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Ssh. Ssh. You’re all right. Daddy’s here.

Baby Yumyulack calms down as he coos. Super Shlorpian then hides baby Yumyulack in crate as he starts to whimper in pain. Suddenly, an offscreen green Shlorpian, who looks familiar, comes up to him while the horn monster flies past them and doesn’t see them.

Past Terry: Hey… shh… *soothes Super Shlorpian Korvo’s face* It’s okay… let me help you…

Super Shlorpian Korvo blushes. Past Terry helps heal the wounds on Super Shlorpian Korvo, as he puts a bandage around the wound. The Shlorpian then sees the monster as he gasp and runs up. Super Shlorpain Korvo collapse as he falls asleep. A few minutes later… Korvo wakes up back to normal and gasp upon seeing the monster dead while he sees baby Yumyulack in his arms cooing while sleeping. He then gasp upon seeing another black monster Shlorpian, but it’s not a Super Shlorpian while another baby crying was heard in the background. Korvo looks on but then heads back to smiling as he looks down at Baby Yumyulack who coos again. The flashback ends as Yumyulack gasps.

Yumyulack: What? There was a monster that attack you when I was a baby? And you transformed?

Korvo nods.

Korvo: I did. Because, I was scared my little sprout would get hurt… and I was scared of what would happen you transform into a Super Shlorpian for the first time.

Janiz puts a hand on Korvo’s shoulder

Janiz: We were also waiting for when we told you. Because, we love you Yumyulack.

Yumyulack tearfully hugs Janiz

Yumyulack: *tearfully* Thank you for saving my dad, Janiz.

Janiz smiles and hugs Yumyulack as Korvo joins in. The scene then cuts to Ophelia spying on Daryl. Then, she sees the window from Daryl’s room open as she smirks. She then fires a dart at Daryl, who cries out in pain and falls down unconscious. Ophelia chuckles evilly. The scene then cuts to Terry and Korvo getting an alert.

Terry: What was that alarm?!

Korvo: Yes! Let’s go see what it is!

The two alien husbands then checks the notification from the alarm as they gasp in horror upon seeing Daryl getting kidnapped by Ophelia.

Terry: Holy shit! They got our son’s boyfriend!

Korvo: Yumyulack is not gonna be happy.

Yumyulack: *offscreen* Not happy about what?

Yumyulack comes in and gasp.

Yumyulack: D-Daryl?!

Korvo and Terry then turns into Legendary Super Shlorpian and Solar Flare as Yumyulack starts growling and clenches his fist in anger.

Yumyulack: I’m gonna kill that woman!

Korvo: Who whoa whoa! Yumyulack, you’re not ready yet. You need training!

Yumyulack: What?

Terry takes him to the training courses as he smiles at his stepson. Then, Terry turns into Solar Flare as he starts singing while Yumyulack gets ready to be trained.

[SOLAR FLARE]

I see you're driven by your detestation Your every step is stoked with animus You need a different type of motivation Or there's no way that you can handle this

I know you're thirstin' for vengeance, Yumyulack You're out for blood But you'll only stand a chance if you're out for love

Out for love, love Think of who you care about Protect them and be out For love, love You're gonna fight without gloves Long as you're out for love

As the montage progresses, Yumyulack starts to get better as he fully masters his powers while Legendary Super Shlorpian watches and smiles.

Fuel yourself with the fear of losin' That somebody who's your reason to live Harnеss your heart and you can't help choosin' To fight with all you can give

I know you'rе thirstin' for vengeance, Yumyulack You're out for blood But you'll only stand a chance if you're out for love

Out for love, love Think of who you care about Protect them and be out For love, love You're gonna fight without gloves And when that push comes to shove Yeah, you just might rise above Long as you're out for love

As the song ends Yumyulack glows purple and transforms into his own super suit for the first time as he laughs in joy.

Yumyulack/???: Wow! I look amazing! Just call me… Psylock!

Psylock does his own superhero pose while his dads smile in tears of joy.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Oh Yumyulack! I am so proud of you! *hugs Psylock*

Yumyulack/Psylock: Thanks, Korv. Now let’s go kick ass!

The two superhero alien husbands nod at their son as they fly off to the fortress. Meanwhile with Ophelia and Daryl, Daryl is trying to escape.

Daryl: Let me go you crazy bitch!

Ophelia: Oh be quiet! It’s not like anyone’s gonna come save you anyway!

Yumyulack/Psylock: *offscreen* But we are!

Just then, Solar Flare, Legendary Super Shlorpian and Psylock bust in the fortress and lands on their feet while doing their own superhero stances. Daryl gasps.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Release him motherfucker!

Ophelia: There are three of you now?! Impossible!

Solar Flare laughs.

Terry/Solar Flare: Fuck yeah bitch! Now release our son’s boyfriend!

Ophelia: Make me!

Psylock uses his mind reading powers on Ophelia. Ophelia is thrown into a wall.

Ophelia: UGH!

Terry/Solar Flare: L.S.S! Now!

Legendary Super Shlorpian turns into his super Shlorpian form and uses his ice breath to freeze Ophelia who growls

Ophelia: This won’t stop me! Once I-

But Ophelia is now a frozen statue. Psylock unlocks the cage and embraces Daryl.

Daryl: Yumyulack? You look amazing.

Psylock blushes.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Thanks. *twirl around* A little basic but I think I look nice too.

Daryl: You sure do. *kisses Psylock on the cheek*

Psylock smirks as kisses Daryl on the lips

Yumyulack/Psylock: Now let’s get out of here!

The Ultra Opposites fly off with Psylock holding Daryl

Daryl: You guys look amazing.

Terry/Solar Flare: Thanks. These are our super suits!

Yumyulack/Psylock: Yes they are.

The group lands and Solar Flare, Legendary Super Shlorpian, and Psylock transform back

Yumyulack: Glad you’re okay babe

Daryl: Yeah. See you tomorrow?

Yumyulack: You bet.

Yumyulack and Daryl kiss while moaning. Korvo and Terry smile as they watch Daryl leave and smiles at Yumyulack.

Miss Frankie: *offscreen* Korvo? Terry?

Korvo and Terry turn and see Miss Frankie and Principal Cooke, who is surprised.

Korvo: Miss Frankie? Principal Cooke?

Miss Frankie: Um… hey guys.

Terry scowls.

Miss Frankie: Look guys… I know we had our differences and… *Terry’s face softens as well as Korvo and Yumyulack* and I was wrong to treat you like shit. You guys were trying to fit in. Plus, I wasn’t here lately because of stupid car rent. *remorsefully* I am so sorry for treating like fucked up outcasts. *Korvo and Terry feel sympathy upon realizing she is telling the truth* And I am so sorry. I used to like sci-fi stuff as a kid but my parents wanted me to be a teacher. I know you don’t deserve my forgiveness because for what I did to you guys which are things hurt you… but all I can say is this… I am truly sorry Korvo…

Korvo smiles.

Korvo: Apology accepted Frankie.

Miss Frankie smiles and leaves with Cooke.

Terry: Huh?

Terry then smiles as he watches Cooke and Frankie leaves. Terry then decided to give Frankie another chance too as he placed a hand on Korvo.

Terry: Y’know, despite all the horrible things she has done, I think Frankie deserves that chance.

Korvo: Yeah. So…wanna fool around?

Terry: Hell yeah! *picks up Korvo bridal style and heads into their house.

Yumyulack sighs before looking up at the sky as Perfect For Me by Justin Timberlake (cover by Julia Michaels) plays:

[YUMYULACK]

Mm Mm, mm

I know your favorite song I hear it everyday Whoever made your smile Made it to get in my way And every time you laugh You make that little sound It's just the hardest thing To love you but not know how

So I spend all my nights in the dark and afraid 'Cause I've tried to forget you but these things just don't go away

I hate that you're perfect, perfect for me If I didn't know better, then I would believe We were made for each other, but I'd know the truth You're no good for me, I'm no good for you And I hate that you're perfect You're perfect for me I hate that you're perfect You're perfect for me

What good are words when they always just get in our way And it hurts the most just to know that you don't feel the same, the same So sometimes I get down on my knees and I pray things will change But life is what happens when things they don't work out our way, our way

So I spend all my nights in the dark and afraid, mm 'Cause I've tried to forget you but these things just don't go away, away

I hate that you're perfect, perfect for me If I didn't know better, then I would believe We were made for each other, but I'd know the truth You're no good for me, I'm no good for you And I hate that you're perfect You're perfect for me (yeah, yeah, hey) I hate that you're perfect You're perfect for me

Yumyulack sighs.

Yumyulack: I think this might be a new thing that I might like. Glad Daryl still loves me…

We then cut to the Wall where a Bowinian prophet is looking at a piece of paper that reads “Bowinian Church Taken Down”

Bowinian Prophet: *sighs*

???: *offscreen* You got the news?

Bowinian Prophet: Y-yes?

???: Looks like we have much to discuss.

Bowinian Prophet: Wh-what?

???: Trust me. You’ll want to hear this.

The Bowinian Prophet follows the offscreen figure.

[residentdormouse]

Find the Words Tag

Thank you @scienceoftheidiot for the tag!

My Words were: Smile, Dream, Tear(s), Dark, and Soft.

You guys are going to get sick of me posting these 😂 but here goes. All but one word was in the last chapter (and three of them within the same scene in that chapter). The missing word? Dream. I had to go back to Chapter 30. For 'dream'. When the canon source material has everybody getting haunted by this MF in their nightmares. I can't readily find dream?! Wtf am I doing?!

But, this is all from the last chapter - most are vague enough to just post as is, but all instances of 'tears' are spoiling a major event that happens later in Diving. If that is a concern, skip that one.

Since this is like the fourth I've done (😬) I'm just giving an open tag: if you want to join - please '@' me!!

Words: devour, dive, dig, dear, damned

My Answers:

Smile (Chapter 34)

"I uh… thanks for… if we don't…well…"

Thanks for everything if we don't make it out alive. The blanks were easy enough to fill in, despite Lloyd's current inability to come to the words himself.

With a sincere smile, she placed her hand on his shoulder. What she had heard of his past, maybe this response from him should have been a surprise, but it wasn't to her. Maybe she came in too late to see the man who had earned the reputation following him, but the man in front of her now, the man that came to Haven, that man was sincere in his intentions. Fit right along with the loudmouth tavern corner occupants, but never truly gave her a cause for concern. No, this man had always been a good one. If only he could see that too.

Another set of silent nods, and he was off.

Dream (Chapter 30)

"You didn't ask for him to show up in your head, did you? Didn't come to him uninvited?" He waited for her reply to the negative before continuing. "Yeah, thought not. From what I've gathered, between you and Lloyd, what we've seen, what I've seen, this magic, abilities, whatever you want to call it, it's not easily controlled."

His smile still held the prior compassion, his tone lighthearted, but she didn’t register it. Couldn’t. All she could see was the recent dream. All she could feel was guilt.

"He hadn't even started anything, Glen. Being an annoying ass, but that's it. I just got so… I wanted something bad to happen. I did. Did and didn't. I don't know."

Tears (Chapter 34)

**************SPOILERS*****************

Despite the prior context, a laugh broke through and caused a hiccup in the flow of sadness and tears from before.

“But now that that’s established, looks like up and running got you back in quite the spot again, yeah?”

"I…. Glen, I just… You were right. Down and still. I mean, what's the point of it all? Everything just gets more confusing, and violent, and then people die. You died…"

"I know… I know, but you have to head back there anyway. And you have people that are counting on you. Worlds. Universes. No, can't give up on them, you know you can't. Won’t. Deep down. You know that, and you helped me see that.” His hand came out to lightly tap her on the chin in a loving manner, but it only caused the tears to flow freely once more. While unsaid, she heard the “aw Hell’ sighed under his breath before he pulled her back into a hug, gently rocking her in place. A few additional moments were spent here before he once again pulled backward. “But you can't go back like you were either. What’s done is done, you can’t keep holding in your pain. Inflicting it on others…”

************END SPOILERS***************

Dark (Chapter 34)

Familiar knots in the wood gave away her location before she could even stand up from the floor of her cabin. Thoughts went back to the moment before. Lloyd and Flagg. Rayna. Then darkness. She was trying to take her out of the game. Fuck if she was going to sit by and let her do it.

The bookshelf was her first stop, and it took the brunt of her wrath. Books landed harshly against the floor as she threw them from their place. One after another after another, but there was no teal book to be found this time. No need for it anymore. No need for locking away secrets. No hope of pulling herself out of this state with its help.

Another burst of devastating anger, and she tipped the empty bookcase down on the floor. Splinters shooting outward almost drowned out the voice coming from the kitchen.

“Well, I’m sure that’ll be fun to clean up later.”

Soft (Chapter 34)

She took one hesitant step forward. One more. And without any further delay, she rushed towards him. Arms wrapped around his back and held him tight enough that if he wasn’t solid, she would have absorbed him with the force. But he was solid. He was there in front of her. She could touch him. Kiss him.

And with the realization, the action followed. Desperation fueled grasps at connection, as her lips met his. But no matter how much she felt him there, the tickle of his beard on her face, the glide of his hair through her fingers, the taste of him jolting her senses, she couldn’t understand how it was possible.

“Fuck… How are you… I… you…”

And there was that chuckle, that soft sound that always exuded a lightness which reverberated inside her until she had no choice but to relinquish whatever negativity she was holding on to. Let it all go, and just be there. With him.