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matts-k1tten · 2 months

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𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞. pt.4

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3

summary: y/n finds her boyfriend (now ex) Chris cheating on her at a party and vows to make him feel the way she did..

warnings: Slighttt angst very little, make outs (no actual smut this part sorry guys), arguing, foul language. That’s all I think lemme know if I missed anything.

green: Mia

pink: y/n

orange: Chris

blue: Matt

purple: nick

red: body guard

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“I have another idea.” Mia says from beside me.

I don’t even get to answer when she cuts me off.

“Before you say anything, I want you to be calm.”

I nod for her to keep going.

She takes a deep breath in. “So you know how Chris has brothers, right? One of his older brothers, Matt is one sexy motherfucker. So what I’m saying is, you fuck him since you want to hurt Chris. Sleeping with his brother will hurt, right?”

I laugh in her face.

“Mia! What makes you think I have a chance with Matt? He’s always busy and I haven’t seen him in months!” I say still laughing.

“Well I did a little research and found out that the triplets are going to an influencer party tonight!” Mia yells.

My smile fades “How the fuck?”

“Don’t ask I have my ways.” She says.

“So you want me to fuck Matt at this influencer party? After not seeing him in months? Plus, he probably won’t do it I JUST broke up with his bitch of a brother. Also that’s so risky! What if someone catches us?” I shout nervously.

“Figure it out or something! I don’t know!” She yells.

I groan “What time is it at?”

“9:00pm” She answers.

I look at the time. “6:22pm”

“Mia, if we’re gonna do this then I need to be fucking sexy at this party. Like magic mike type of sexy.” I voice standing up off the couch.

Mia laughs before speaking. “Matt’s type isn’t sexy like that, I mean part of it is. He like girls that don’t show off a lot and aren’t all over him for his attention.”

I look at her funny.

“Mia I have to be all over him for his attention, how else am I supposed to sleep with him?!” I yell.

She holds her finger up at my mouth to quiet me down.

“Shush, just be yourself and don’t over dress for this party! To get Matt’s attention, you have to be near him and be nonchalant. Act sexy flaunt your ass around, Matt’s an ass guy so wear something that compliments your figure.” She speaks quickly.

I think of something in my closet that I could wear to impress Matt without trying when Mia speaks again.

“Oh! and also ‘accidentally’ brush your ass on him when walking by him, he’d love that.”

I chuckle and shake my head.

“Got it!” I laugh and start to walk up to my room.

Mia follows quickly behind me.

“I actually have the perfect dress for this party!” I say opening my closet to look for it.

While i’m looking for it Mia turns on the tv to play music.

“Hey can I borrow one of your dresses cause I didn’t bring one when me.” She asks still looking at the tv.

“Yeah sure let me just find the dress I’m thinking of then I’ll find you one.” I reply still shuffling around my closet.

“Yes I found it!” I yell and throw it on my bed for Mia to look at and approve.

Mia drops the remote and starts to inspect the dress.

It’s this long sleeve dress that has the shoulders showing and lower stomach with the bottom piece short and tight.

“Yes this is perfect! Now find me one.” Mia demands.

“Fine.” I say pulling out another dress.

It’s a shiny short red dress with straps on the shoulders. Something simple.

“I love this!” Mia screams looking at the dress and pressing play on a song.

“Emo boy” by Ayesha Erotica starts playing.

I look at Mia with a small smile.

“Whatt??! It’s to get you ready for Matt!” She yells smiling widely.

I just laugh to myself and start getting ready.

It is now “8:47pm” and I’m about to be done with my makeup when Mia runs into the bathroom.

“Finish the rest of your makeup in the car, the place is 30 minutes away from here we have to go now!” She squeals.

“What the fuck why didn’t you tell me sooner?!” I shriek and start tossing my makeup in my makeup bag and carrying it with me with the rest of our stuff.

“I didn’t check!” She yells from down the stairs.

“What time are they gonna stop letting people in?” I yell from the top of the stairs.

“9:30-ish” She yells now frantically gathering her stuff.

“Fuck!” I clamor and run out the house.

Mia runs up behind me and locks the door on her way out.

Mia hops in the drivers seat and me in the passenger seat.

Mia starts the GPS and starts driving immediately.

“What the fuck.” Mia whispers.

We park and quickly get out the car. The building is huge and looks nice on the outside.

It is now “9:25”.

We run up to the entrance and get to the men letting the people in. There was No one in line since everyone has already entered.

One of the men sees Mia and I slowing down in front of them.

“Ah! Y/n Macy and Mia Lewis! We were just about to close the doors, come on in!” One of the men say as the other opens the doors with a smile.

We walk in and look at each other still catching our breathes.

We look forward and stop in our tracks taking in the view in front of us.

It looked nice on the outside I didn’t think it could look better in the inside.

The place was huge with an open space, high ceiling and had a huge bar in the far corner from where we’re at. There’s also a big enough living room to fit 12 elephants.

To the right is where all the drinking games are being held and right next to that are the huge stairs leading up to a beautiful second floor.

There’s a balcony to the far side of the room from us.

I look at Mia with her jaw is to the floor. I laugh at her and drag her to the bar

“If I’m gonna sleep with Matt then I need to be tipsy first.” I vocalize and start to pour some Hennessy.

“Yes! I fucking love Hennessy!” Mia cheers.

We click our glasses and down it.

Mia instantly gets energetic and starts to dance around.

I laugh at her and look around.

I make eye contact with Chris across the room.

He gives me a small smile but I just scoff and roll my eyes along with looking away.

He wears a sad face and continues to talk to the person in front of him.

I put my attention back on Mia and she’s also looking around the room.

“Oh oh! There’s Matt!” She calls out pointing in a direction.

I look towards the direction she’s pointing at and see Matt talking to a beautiful blonde with a smirk on his face.

I look back at Mia with a ‘really’ look.

She looks at me. “What?”

“Mia he’s talking to a gorgeous blonde! I told you this plan wouldn’t work, you see the look on his face?! He’s completely mesmerized by her!” I shout gesturing to him.

Mia looks down as if she was forming a plan in her head.

Her head snaps back up at me.

“How about this, I can distract the girl and while I’m talking to her you can ‘catch up’ with Matt.” She says with a small smile on her face.

I sigh.

“We can try.” I reply.

Mia smiles bigger and drags me up to them.

“Hey! You’re super pretty, I just wanted to come up to you and tell you that I love your outfit and-“ Mia’s voice starts to fade away as she brings the girl to another side of the room.

Now it’s just me and Matt.

“Hey Y/n, it’s been a long time! How you been?” Matt asks as he goes in for a hug.

“I’ve been better, you?” I respond and hug him back.

He pulls away and looks down at me.

“I’ve been alright, I heard about you and Chris. I’m so sorry my brother was an asshole to you.” He speaks holding my shoulders.

“It’s ok Matt, I’ll get over it.” I say forcing a smile.

“Let’s go sit down, we can catch up.” Matt suggests leading me to the balcony.

Matt opens the sliding door and walks through.

There was a couch to the left of the balcony so Matt led me there and sat me down.

“So where were we?”

Matt and I are laughing as I’m hitting his arm.

“I can’t believe she did that!” I shout and breath.

Matt is breathing heavy and laughing trying to calm down. Matt starts to calm down and looks at me.

I look at him dead in the eyes with a small smile.

I breathe in and look away.

“I have a question for you.” I state.

“What is it?” He replies.

“When was the last time you slept with someone?” I force out.

He’s still looking at me and doesn’t say anything. “A while.” he exhales and looks away taking a sip of his drink.

My eyes widen a bit.

“A while?” I repeat. He just nods without looking at me.

“You?” He asks.

“It was a week before me and Chris broke up, that’s the last time we slept together.” I answer.

It fell silent.

“I could treat you better.” He says so quiet I barely caught it.

My head snaps over to him. I sit up on my knees.

“Yeah?” I say quiet while crawling towards him.

He looks at me.

“Yeah.” He says before he leans in our lips crashing together.

I have no time to react once I process what’s happening my eyes flutter closed and our lips move perfectly together.

He places one hand on my cheek and one on my hips pulling me on his lap.

My arms quickly go around his neck as I unintentionally start grinding on his hard.

He pulls away.

“Let’s take this upstairs.” He says softly while rubbing my hips.

I nod and get off him.

I take his hand and lead him back inside. I see Mia still talking to that girl.

Mia looks at me and I smile at her widely and she does the same back.

I was to distracted with Matt that I forgot about why I was trying to sleep with him in the first place. I just wanted to, not to make Chris mad. I wanted to do it because I actually didn’t know how long I’ve been waiting for my chance with Matt.

I lead Matt to a huge empty bed room.

He closes the door behind us and pushes me on the bed quickly crawling on top of me.

He kisses me again but this time the kiss was more hungry and full of desire.

He pulls away again.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.” He says in a low tone.

I look in his eyes, full of lust.

So are mine.

I smirk and quickly smash my lips against his.

He suddenly grips my hips making me gasp. He uses that as an opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth.

His tongue starts exploring my mouth as if he’s trying to map me out.

Matt goes to take off my skirt but as his hand loops through my waist band, the door flies open.

Matt and I look towards the door and see Chris standing at the door way.

Neither Matt and I have tried to move out the position that we’re in, Matt’s hand is still in my pants and mine are over his neck.

Matt crawls off me and pretends to dust himself off.

I sit up and look at Chris with a shocked face.

Deep down, I’m loving my every second of this moment.

Chris’ face switches from shock to anger.

“What the fuck?!” He screams loud enough for the whole party to hear.

It was only Matt, Chris, and I on the second floor.

“C-Chris it’s not what it looks like.” Matt says while slowly stepping closer to him.

“Really Matt? It’s not what it looks like? It’s not that I saw you two run upstairs and you are now on top of her and you know I still love her!” He says impossibly louder.

Matt stops in his tracks.

“You-“ He swallows.

“You still love her? You didn’t say anything about that! Chris you cheated on her!” Matt shouts.

Chris stays silent as Matt goes on.

“I wouldn’t have slept with her if I knew that you still loved her!”

Chris opens his mouth to speak but closes it.

“Unbelievable.” Matt says under his breath and hits his shoulder as he walks away.

“Where are you going?!” Chris screams after him.

“I’m getting Nick, we’re going home! We’ll sort this out later!” Matt shouts back in an angry tone.

As Matt stomps away, I can see Chris’ hurt face.

He looks at the floor and that’s when I realize, I don’t only get back at Chris but I also made his and Matt’s relationship terrible and left it for them to sort out.

I quickly get up and speed walk by Chris.

I run down the stairs and try to find Mia, I see her still talking to that girl looking like they’re both having an amazing time.

Mia spots me and walks towards me.

She hops out her seat and tells the girl to call her later.

“So how’d it go? Did you ‘accidentally’ brush you ass against him?” Mia asks with a laugh.

I look at her with a worried face.

Her smiles fades.

“What’s wrong? Did something go wrong?” She asks frantic as we walk out the building.

“I fucked up.” Is all I say in a broken voice struggling to hold in tears.

“Tell me sweetheart, what happened?” Mia asks again as we reach the car.

I hop in the passenger seat and Mia in the drivers.

“I fucked up so bad, I didn’t even fuck Matt I wanted to but not because of Chris but because I realized that I’ve liked Matt.”

Mia moves her head to the side in confusion.

“I-I” I try to speak but some stray tears fall with me not being able to control it.

“shh shh it’s ok, breath talk to me.” Mia says softly while rubbing my back.

I take deep breathes before starting.

“Matt and I got into a bedroom but we didn’t know Chris saw us, also at that time I wasn’t even thinking about Chris I was just thinking of Matt and I. So when we got to the bedroom, we were doing the usual and then Chris barges in then they argued-“ I take in a deep breath.

“Then Chris revealed he still loved me and Matt got mad and said that they’re going home to sort it and when he left the room, I saw Chris’ face and that’s when I realized I fucked up their relationship.” I say quickly.

I breath heavily as Mia looks at me.

“Do you need me tonight? Cause I can stay with you forever.” She says softly.

I nod and she smiles and starts up the car.

It’s then I get a text from Nick.

Nick

What the fuck did you do?

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a/n: what we’ve all been waiting for!! I love leaving yall with little cliffhangers 😝😝. I know you little kitty’s wanted Matt in here so I’m just feeding you guys. Also guys, sorry it took me so long to post this I was just trying to make sure that it was perfect and long enough because I know that my stories aren’t that long.

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strniohoeee · 6 months

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Parasite

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader♥️

Synopsis: Somethings wrong with Matt, and it’s scaring Y/N. When she figures out what’s wrong with him.Things take place that alter her life forever🩸

Warnings⚠️: THIS IS SMUTTTT. Vampire Matt, and uhhh some other vampire people can’t spoil anything though🖤. Just some vampire fucking, but nothing crazy🦇

Song for the imagine: Change(In the House of Flies)-Deftones

⚠️This is an 18+ story, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Now you feel so alive

I’ve watched you change

It’s like you never had wings

Something was off with Matt lately he was hanging around with a sketchy crowd, and suddenly he wasn’t himself anymore. Chris and Nick had hung out with this crew too, but they didn’t act how Matt was acting.

He was honestly frightening. All I remember was Chris and Nick had gone away with these guys, and came back, and then Matt went away with them, but when he came back it just wasn't really right.

I would hang out with them, but then they would go through these weird phases of not really talking to me, or being seen. I tried to ignore it because maybe I was trying to make myself believe something was there when it truly wasn’t.

When I didn’t see them they were with those weird guys they were friends with. I honestly thought they were either doing or selling drugs, or maybe both. Whatever it was, I chose to stay out of the way of their life decisions; it wasn't really my business.

I only started to get truly concerned when Matt’s appearance changed. I mean all their appearances changed, but Matt….his was the most noticeable. Everyone noticed it, but never said anything to him about it….they were afraid?

He went from having soft cheeks, and warm blue eyes and heart warming smile to pale, with sunken cheekbones and icy sunken in dead eyes….the dead eyes scared me the most. They were so frightening often times I couldn’t look at him for too long

His personality changed as well; he went from bubbly and bright and talkative to quiet, mean and mysterious. The surrounding girls in our lives found it hot and mysterious. I found it out right, strange and weird….this wasn’t Matt.

I was really scared he was messing around with drugs or something because he completely changed, and it wasn’t for the best.

I hadn’t seen the triplets in a week as they ghosted me and went MIA to go be with those guys. I really wished they’d just stop honestly. I didn’t want to lose my friends over some weird people

I was currently sleeping, and I was having vivid dreams of Matt screaming and pleading for help, but I couldn’t see him in my dreams everything was just black

Suddenly Matt’s face appeared in my dreams with red eyes and a scary grin “WAKE UP” he yelled, and suddenly I jumped out of my sleep

“What the fuck” I said rubbing my eyes, and turning my lamp on that’s on my nightstand

As my eyes were adjusting to the light I looked down at my clock 3AM….chilling, unholy hour. I felt a presence in my room, but I chose to shake it off

“I know you feel me” I heard someone say, and my head snapped in the direction of the person. It was Matt sitting at my window sill

“Matt? How’d you get in here?” I asked rubbing my eyes again to make sure I was awake

“You should really lock your windows” he said deeply

“Matt, I'm on the second floor, how’d you get up here?” I asked getting frightened

“I told you, you should lock the windows” he said again standing up from the window sill

“You’re scaring me okay, I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but you’re not the same person I used to know” I said sitting up fully

“It took me a while to figure out what I am too” he said still sitting in the darkness, only the moonlight casting light against him

“What do you mean what you are?” I asked him

“You don’t know?” He asked tilting his head

“Whatever sick joke this is please stop it” I said getting annoyed

“This isn’t a joke…” he said to me

“Matt I’m scared, and if you say one more creepy thing I’m running out the door” I said to him

“Come on don’t be like that, I just want to talk to you” he said in a whisper

“Fuck this” I said and got up running to my door, but before I could open it Matt just appears behind me, and shuts the door

“Matt let me out” I said with my back still to him

“I can’t let that happen” he said sending chills down my spine

“I’ll hurt you” I said

“You can not hurt me” he said chuckling

I turned around to answer him, and when I did I wish I hadn’t. His eyes were no longer blue, but pitch black

“MATT WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU” I said sinking under his arms and running back to my bed

“How do you not know?” He said looking over at me

“Because this is the real world, and I’m so fucking scared right now” I said shaking

“I’m not going to hurt you….” He said walking over to me

“You’ve been acting weird lately, you look different, you disappear and now your eyes are black” I said shaking my head at him

“Exactly…don’t you know what I am?” He said smirking at me

“This isn’t real” I said looking at him

“It is real, say it you know what I am” he said to me

“You’re not a vampire” I said scoffing at him

“I am….and it’s been two weeks since I’ve lasted tasted blood, and yours smells sweet” he said licking his lips

“This is bullshit this is not real” I said pinching myself to try and snap out of it

“We are vampires, and we want you to join us” he said sticking his hand out

“Join who?” I asked him

“Chris, Nick and I….it would be a shame if you didn’t” he said

“You’re not a fucking vampire, vampires are myths” I said pushing his hand away

“Not true” he said shaking his head

“Show me then” I said

He came over and sat next to me looking at me with his dark eyes, opening his mouth and letting his fangs come out

My eyes widened and my mouth got dry

“Real enough for you baby?” He asks tilting his head

“I….I don’t know how to feel” I said looking away

“You feel scared and….aroused?” He said raising his brow at me

“Get out of my head” I said trying to push the feeling away

“It’s hard your thoughts are screaming at me” he said

“What do you want from me?” I asked

“I want to turn you, and maybe fuck you too” he said brushing my hair out of my face

“I don’t know Matt” I said shaking my head

“Oh come on, you can always be with Chris and Nick and I, and you’ll be immortal…sounds stupid but I promise you’ll love it” he said

“And if I say no?” I asked

“I can hold out, but not for much longer” he said looking over my body

“You really want me to fuck you” he blurted out

“GET OUT OF MY HEAD” I said rolling my eyes at him

“I can’t….its literally screaming at me” he said

He pushed my hair over my shoulders, and leaned in kissing my neck

“Come on” he said ghosting his fangs over my neck

“Oh god” I sighed out

“No god here, just me” he said licking my neck

“OK ALRIGHT!” I said snapping out of it

“I’ll let you turn me, but we should fuck first” I said looking at him

“I like the way you think” he said looking at me darkly

He pulled me in by my neck immediately smashing our lips together in a heated make out session, teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance

Matt stood up removing his shirt and unbuckling his belt before coming back down and crashing his lips to mine

I had pulled away to remove my shirt, and scooting back onto my bed laying there in just my underwear

“Mmm so beautiful” he moaned out licking his lips as his eyes got darker

He slid his jeans off and came over to me on the bed crashing our lips together once again before kissing down my neck and to the valley of my breasts, allowing his fangs to skim over my skin

“Fuck Matt” I moaned out

“I know baby” he said against my skin causing me to squirm

He licked up the valley of my breasts till he got to my right breast taking the nipple into his mouth, and swirling his tongue around it

“Matt” I moaned out in a whisper

He went over to my left breast and did the same while rubbing his hands up my sides

He slowly started to kiss my my stomach down to my underwear before laying a kiss to my clothed pussy

“Fuck” I moaned out pulling his hair

This caused him to look up at me “ow” he said as his fangs descended

“Sorry baby” I said easing up on the pulling

“Be careful causing me pain…my fangs naturally come out that way” he said licking over his fangs with his tongue

“My bad” I said biting my lip

He removed my underwear, and grazed the inside of my thighs with his fangs

“So sweet” he said licking my thighs

“Matt please I need you” I said squirming beneath him

He leaned down immediately attaching his mouth to my cunt, licking and sucking at my clit

“shitttt” I moaned out bucking my hips forward

He pulled back allowing his fangs to graze over my cunt

“Matt….” I said getting scared

“Don’t worry baby I would never hurt you” he said looking up at me

He came back up to make out with me

“I need you now” he said pulling away

“Fuck me matt, please” I mewled out

He slid his boxers off, sliding his hand against my cunt to use my arousal as he jerked himself off

“So good to me” he said moaning and throwing his head back

He slowly brought his dick to my entrance sliding in slowly

“Fuckkk” we both moaned out at the sensation

Matt allowed me to adjust to his size before thrusting in out of me. Not too fast and not too slow

“Shit you feel so good” he panted into my ear

“Fuck baby” I said gripping onto his back scratching down

“Mmmm” he said allowing his fangs to come out from the pain

He kept pounding into me, all that could be heard was our heavy breathing and our skin smacking

I started to clench down on him feeling all too good

“Keep doing that baby I’m going to cum” he said as he thrusted into me harder

“Mmm Matt” I moaned out biting my lip slightly drawing blood

Matt’s head perked up, and his eyes got really dark, immediately licking my bottom lip

“Don’t tease me” he said moaning and breathing in through his nose

“I didn’t mean to” I said looking at him

Matt started to thrust into me harder, and he snaked his right hand down to my clit rubbing as he thrusted faster

“Shit I’m going to cum, keep doing that” I said bucking my hips again

He kept thrusting as he rubbed my clit harder and faster

“Shit shit shit” I moaned out letting my jaw fall slack

“Come on baby cum for me” he said letting his jaw fall too as he thrusted hard

“I’m cumming fuckkkk” I moaned out clenching down on Matt dick as I came. My back coming off the bed as my legs began to shake. Holding eye contact with Matt as my mouth fell slack, and I came

He helped me ride out my high before pulling out and stroking his own dick

“I’m gonna cum” he said stroking his dick faster

“Cum for me Matt” I said to him

And within two more strokes he came all over my lower stomach. Moaning my name, and holding eye contact as his eyes grew even darker

We both came down from our highs, and Matt cleaned me off. And then we got dressed. He laid down next to me

“I’m ready Matt” I said looking over at him

“You sure?” He asked looking at me

“Yes Matt I’m sure” I said to him giving him a smile

“I’m going to give you my blood first, and then I’m going to bite you. When I suck your blood you will start to die, but my blood will take over, and turn you. It won’t feel good, but slowly you’ll start to turn within a few hours” he said

“Whatever you have to do, do it” I said to him

He nodded his head, and sliced his two fingers with his fangs, bringing his fingers to my mouth allowing the blood to fall to my lips, and on my tongue

He then sunk his head down to my neck, and bit me

“OW” I kind of yelled out

Matt kept drinking my blood, and my vision was getting blurry as I felt myself slipping away. It all went dark, and then suddenly I woke up

“WHAT HAPPENED” I said shooting up

“You died, and then came back and then fell asleep” Matt said looking at me. His blue eyes coming back

“What time is it?” I asked him

“It’s 10am” he said smiling at me

“I slept for that long” I said shocked

“Well you were dead for a good portion of it” he said laughing

“I don’t want to hear that” I said and then suddenly grabbing my head

“FUCK” I yelled out

“This is the fun part, I’ll sit back and watch you” he said leaning against my wall

My head started to hurt so bad, and I felt sick. My vision going in and out as I saw all my memories flash through my mind

“Oh GOD” I yelled out gripping my head

I jumped out of the bed

“MAKE IT STOP” I said falling to my knees

“It’s almost over” Matt said

Suddenly I felt my fangs coming in, and my eyes twitching. I got up and ran to my bathroom looking at myself in the mirror. My fangs were coming down, and my eyes were black as I was changing

Suddenly it all stopped, and my fangs went away my eyes turned yellow, and suddenly back to my natural eye color

I walked out of the bathroom trying to catch my breath

“How do you feel?” He asked

“Hungry” I said with a blank stare

“We have some stuff to take care of, let’s get ready” he said smirking at me

The End

Aiii bitches how do we feel about vampire Matt. Personally I think it’s hot, but I got my own issues LMFOAOAOA. Hope yall enjoyed this 🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplet smut #matthew sturniolo smut #smut #Spotify

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issa-pheonyx · 8 months

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Yandere!Lord Dimitrescu&Sons X Fem!Reader [Part 1]

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗴𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗳 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗶𝘁. 𝗜𝗳 𝗶𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀. 𝗔𝗹𝘀𝗼, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 (𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻), 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗲𝗱, 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗱𝗱 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 (𝗜'𝗺 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗜'𝗺 𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗰𝘂 𝗴𝗶𝗳𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶 𝗴𝗼𝘁)🤭🌚 Part 2

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

It seems like being the only daughter came to an end when Rosemary was born and developed a quick favorite too. You wanted to hate your sister so much, but you couldn't. She wasn't at fault it was Ethan and Mia (so you thought to be...). Maybe it was, because you were the easily ill type in which your mother, Mia, was giving you medicine. Lots of vaccine shots. As a child you didn't think much of it, but as you grew older. Now hitting your eighteenth. You realize it was very strange. You didn't need that much vaccine shots as a child. Mia always told you that you were just built different. I mean just let it go and believe it. She's your mother, she's always telling you the truth...right?

However, after witnessing uncle Chris intruding the home and shooting your mother in front of Ethan distinctly traumatized you (you hid by the stairs watching below). Once they saw you take baby Rosemary away and Ethan trying to stop them. Chris declines his resistance and when he caught you watching he nods at his crew. You notice two of them were going upstairs. This terrified you as you were next to be taken away. "(Y/N)!! No, Chris what the hell-don't touch her!" How rare it is for your father, Ethan, to sound so protective of you.

But, right now is not the time to find it a warming moment as you whimper when they catch you. Both hooking their arms under your pits. "Got her, captain." Your eyes widen in absolute terror, body trembling, color on your face going lighter, and chills. You thought you were going to die. "NO!! Not her! Chris, please-" That's when one of the soldiers beside him knocked him out by the butt of his rifle. "Father!" You screeched. Everyone winced in pain and when recovering they became puzzled and concerned from that sudden impact of your scream. The bastards who attempt to maintain their grip on you, you budge your arms running to your father only to be knocked out too

You didn't know how long you were knocked out, but you woke up freezing your ass off. But, smothered in the snow. You panicked as you try to stand, but there was so much snow. You cried in fear and flail your body only for the snow to deepen. However, you made it out really quick...but, not for the others it seems like a major crash happened. Body buried deep in the snow, some were ripped to shreds-a bear attack? Of course not it is snowing. There's no way, they have to be hibernating at this point. "Rest assured, dear (Y/N). You are safe, but it is best if you follow me." A woman's voice was heard from afar

"Who are you?" You asked as the figure starts to walk away. "Hey! Hold on! Who are you and how do you know my name!?" You run your legs through the deep snow-more like speed walking as if it is nothing-that the wind grew more intense and the freezing gusts hits you as you had to keep wiping off the snow from your body. "Follow my voice. You will find the village quickly." Village? Located in a village?

The snow and wind itself deepens and worsens. You squint your eyes to focus hard on the vision of this mysterious shadow woman. The snowstorm goes stronger as you can't see her at all. "Hello!? I need help!" No answer as you let yourself down on your knees. You were tired of chasing who it was as the cold snow was making you sleepy. The last thing you saw and heard was the mysterious lady getting close to you and said,"Let the ceremony commence."

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹~🖤🫣

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Deprived | Twenty-one

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, injuries word count: 2.8k a/n: gasp!!

pov: matt

"Hey pretty boy," Layla's voice rang through the cold air as I felt her arms wrap around my waist, her chest pressed to my back as she leaned up to kiss me on the cheek. I smiled as I placed my hands on hers before turning my head to look back at her smiling face.

"Hey," I murmured as I leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. She smiled against me before someone cleared their throat. She pulled away from me and I turned around to see Mia glaring at us from where she stood between Nate and Nick.

Layla moved to stand next to me but I grabbed her wrist, pulling her to stand in front of me as I leaned back against the side of the minivan. I wrapped my hands around her waist before I placed my chin on her shoulder. She placed her hands over mine as she leaned back into me comfortably.

I didn't realise how much I missed being close to her until I lost the opportunity to. The past week my mind had been in a constant state of purgatory, torn between trying to fix whatever rift was between us or deciding if I didn't want to talk to her anymore. Of course, the latter was at the forefront of my mind when I was initially angry but I knew it would hurt me more in the long run. It was a short-term solution and it wasn't what I really wanted.

What happened wasn't worth losing her over.

"You wanna come over?" I asked her quietly and she shivered from my breath fanning against her neck.

"I can't," she answered quietly and I furrowed my eyebrows as she turned to look at me, her brown eyes glowing in the small sunlight that peaked between the clouds, "Gotta help my dad with something."

"Can I come over then?" I asked and she pursed her lips, her eyes scanning my face before she shook her head.

"It's family stuff. I'm sorry," she leaned back, kissing my cheek gently before turning to face the group that was stood in front of us. As much as it bummed me out that I couldn't spend the rest of the day with her, I understood that I couldn't insert myself into her life with no boundaries.

I let my mind travel to tomorrow, realising it was our last game of the season and it was the deciding factor of whether or not we won the finals. I realised that I never updated Layla on our game last week.

"We're onto the finals by the way," I whispered, pulling her attention away from our friends once again and she whipped her head around to look at me, "Tomorrow's the last game."

"You won?" she asked excitedly and I smiled gently, nodding my head as I did so, "That's amazing!"

"What's amazing?" Chris asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked at us and Layla smiled as she turned to look at me.

"You guys are in the finals!" she told him with joy and he nodded, a proud smile covering his face, "Why did no one tell me?"

"Probably because you were being a bitch," Mia rolled her eyes and I let my face drop as I felt Layla's energy shift, her shoulders slumping slightly.

"Can you shut the fuck up, Mia?" I spat, my built-up frustration towards her finally spilling over and she frowned as she looked at me in disbelief, "If anything you're the one being a fucking bitch right now."

"Are you serious?" she asked, her mouth hung open as she stared at me and Layla laced her fingers with mine. She squeezed my hand in an attempt to calm me down.

"Dead serious. I told you if you don't stop I'm not gonna be your friend and I'm getting real fucking close to following through with that," I deadpanned, not feeling an ounce of guilt as her face contorted into hurt, "You have no reason to be such a bitch to Layla so fucking stop."

"I can't believe you," she mumbled, her face turning sour as she spun around and began walking out of the parking lot.

"Matt, you didn't have to be so hard on her," Allie spoke softly and I raised my eyebrows as I looked at her.

"How else is she gonna know that I'm that I'm serious? She hasn't listened to me this far," I explained, anger laced through the words that came out through gritted teeth and Layla once again squeezed my hand. I sighed, placing my forehead on her shoulder to calm myself down.

"It's okay," Layla said softly as she ran her thumb across the back of my hand and I shook my head against her shoulder.

"No, it's not," I mumbled and she sighed, leaning her head on top of mine. I felt a sense of peace wash over me, the rest of the world fading away as I only focused on her.

The way she smelled, the way her hand felt in mine, the way her thumb gently caressed the back of my hand and the way her breathing began matching mine. I lost track of time when I was with her, the only time my brain truly shut off was when I was around her. I craved that moment of us alone again and I knew she could sense that.

"Matt," Nick called my name and I reluctantly lifted my head to look at him, "Mom said we need to go grocery shopping for dinner. We gotta leave soon."

"Oh for fucks sake," I grumbled and Layla giggled under her breath making me look at her with a frown, "What?"

"Nothing," she shrugged, a smile still on her lips as I continued to stare at her, "You're just funny when you're grumpy."

"Alright, Miserable Matt. Let's go," Chris rolled his eyes as he rounded the car to jump in the passenger side and I let my frown deepen at the nickname that had stuck anytime I was anything but happy.

"I don't wanna go," I grumbled quietly enough that only Layla could hear as Nick began climbing into the backseat and Layla slowly pulled away from me as I groaned. She spun around to face me as she gave me a gentle smile.

"I'll see you tomorrow, pretty boy," she leaned in, pressing a kiss to my lips before pulling away. She knew I'd get carried away if she let the kiss linger for too long, "Have fun, Miserable Matt."

"Fuck you," I rolled my eyes as she began walking away and I pushed away from the car to stand up.

"I know you want to!" she called cheekily making me snicker as I jumped into the car, mumbling a goodbye to Nate and Allie as they got into his car.

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I don't know how many times I'd checked my phone since I messaged Layla asking if we could Facetime. It had been 3 hours and she still hadn't read my message. I was checking my phone every 5 minutes to see if she had replied.

"Dude," Chris deadpanned and I looked over at him from where he sat on the couch, "What are you stressing about?"

"Nothing," I brushed him off and he rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he went back to scrolling aimlessly on his phone, not bothering to pry further. I picked up my phone again, the notifications still empty and I sighed loudly.

"If you don't put that fucking phone down Matt I'm gonna throw it in the pool," Nick deadpanned and I looked over at him with a frown, "She'll reply when she has a moment. Stop being a psycho."

"I'm not being a psycho," I rolled my eyes, locking my phone as I put it face down on the couch. I slouched further back onto the couch as I crossed my arms over my chest, my eyes drifting back to the TV where a random movie was playing.

"I didn't know you were so clingy," Chris joked as he continued scrolling on his phone and I ignored him as I chewed on the inside of my cheek. Suddenly, there was a knock at the front door and I frowned, looking between my brothers.

"We expecting anyone?" I questioned as I got up from the couch, knowing both of my parents were already in bed so it wouldn't be anyone here for them. Both Nick and Chris shook their heads and I hesitantly walked to the front door. I swung it open to find Layla standing there with trembling hands and shaky breaths leaving her mouth. Her hair was covering the majority of her face but when she looked up at me, my heart dropped.

"I didn't have anywhere else to go," she choked out as tears sprung to her eyes and I froze for a moment, my body not knowing how to handle the situation.

"Matt, who is it?" I heard Nick's voice appear behind me for a moment before he gasped, "Holy shit. Layls, are you okay?"

"What's going on?" Chris asked and I ignored him as I grabbed Layla's arm to pull her inside. I didn't even close the front door behind me as I pulled her into the kitchen.

"Here, sit on the bench," I told her as shoved the various papers away from the edge of the island before I held her waist to help her up onto the cold marble, "Chris, get the first aid kit."

Chris didn't respond, I only heard him run down the hall to get the first aid kit from the bathroom as Layla caught her breath in front of me. Nick walked over to the freezer, grabbing out an ice pack as I placed my hand on her thigh.

"Baby, are you hurt anywhere else?" I asked, my voice shaking as I took in the pure terror in her eyes and she nodded her head, "Can you tell me where?"

"My back," she croaked out and I sighed when Chris returned with the first aid kit, quickly unpacking it on the bench beside her.

"Can I take this off? I just wanna check the rest of your body," I asked her softly as I grabbed the hem of the pink sweater that had drops of blood splattered over it. She didn't respond verbally, only nodded her head as she unravelled her arms from around her stomach.

I gently pulled the crewneck up as she lifted her arms up for me to slide the material over her head. She was only wearing a thin tank top underneath so it made it easier for me to scan her body for any damage. My heart cracked in my chest when I noticed the myriad of bruises littering her body as she covered her face with her hands. I moved around her, noticing the giant bruise on the lower half of her back. I tried not to stare too long knowing it would make her feel insecure so I let out a breath as I grabbed her wrists to pull her hands away from her face as she sniffled.

"Let me help pretty girl," I whispered as she continued looking down between us in shame and she once again nodded. Chris and Nick just stared at me in worry, their entire demeanour towards her changing now that they realised she was in some sort of danger. I could tell they wanted to help but weren't sure how. I let my eyes scan her face, the cut on her right cheekbone continued bleeding as it dripped down her face slowly and the split on her lip had dried blood around it.

"I can clean the cuts if you want," Chris spoke up softly and Layla turned her head to look at him as she tried to keep herself calm, "I know how to do it properly."

"You okay with that?" I asked her as I grabbed her hand and she hesitated for a moment before she nodded. Chris quickly grabbed the gauze and disinfectant wipes as I moved to stand to her left, still holding onto her hand to bring her any sort of comfort that I could.

"This might sting a little," Chris mumbled as he tore open the packet of wipes before unfolding it. Layla moved her hair out of her face, holding it back with a shaking hand as Chris moved to stand between her legs. As he began wiping around the small gash, she hissed from the pain, "Sorry. I'll try to be quick."

"Matt," Nick said from behind Layla on the other side of the island making me look up at him. He tilted his head down towards her lower back and I leaned forward, noticing the bruise on her lower back seemed to get worse by the minute before he asked Layla quietly, "Layls, does it feel like anything is broken?"

She took a moment to let Chris pull away as her face screwed up in pain before she muttered, "No. Just my back really hurts."

"Can I put the ice pack on it?" Nick asked and she hummed as Chris picked up the tweezers.

"This is gonna hurt," Chris let her know and she hummed once again as Nick placed the ice pack against her back. Chris began picking out small shards of glass that were stuck on the edge of the cut as Layla squeezed my hand. She let out a groan and Chris pursed his lip as he tried to work quickly before he mumbled, "Almost done."

He put the tweezers down before grabbing another disinfectant wipe, ripping the packet open and quickly wiping the cut gently once again. He grabbed another gauze and placed it over the cut before he leaned back.

"Hold that there until the bleeding stops then I'll tape a clean one on after," he explained, his voice calm as she nodded. She replaced his hand with her own, "I'm gonna clean your lip but if you put an icepack on it after it will heal fine."

She hummed in response as he used the disinfectant wipe to clean the cut on her lip before he pulled away and stepped back. She gave him a small smile that didn't reach her eyes as she whispered, "Thank you."

"Of course," Chris shrugged as he grabbed the wipes and the rest of the trash on the bench beside her.

"Here," Nick said as he leaned over the island and handed me another small ice pack. I nodded thankfully before I placed the ice pack on her lip and she looked at me with heavy eyes. I gave her a small smile as I leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"You okay?" I asked quietly and she closed her eyes, shrugging as she shivered.

"Let us know if you guys need anything," Nick said as he rounded the island and Layla looked at them both with sad eyes.

"Sorry for just walking in like this," she said quietly, her voice filled with shame and Nick shook his head as Chris stood in the doorway to go down the hall.

"It's okay. Just glad to know you're okay," he said softly and she gave him a small smile. Both of them exited the room and I moved to stand between her legs, still holding the ice pack against her lip as I looked down at her.

She didn't say anything, she just grabbed my wrist to pull my hand away that was holding the ice pack and she placed her forehead on my chest with a sigh. I let my shoulders drop as I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and pulled her into me.

We stood like that for a moment in silence as I let her breathe, looking down at her back where the bruise seemed to now be fully formed. I felt a weight on my chest, an anger flushing over me towards whoever did this to her. I knew being angry wouldn't help her right now but I couldn't push down the feeling as it rose throughout my body.

"I'm so tired," she mumbled, snapping me out of my own thoughts as she pulled away from me slightly and I looked down at her once again tear-filled eyes, "This is just so tiring."

"I'm sorry, pretty girl," I whispered as I placed another kiss on her forehead, a few tears spilling down her red cheeks as she tried to steady her breathing, "Do you want to go to my room? We can just lay down for a bit."

She let out a shaky breath before nodding and I pulled away from her. I helped her off of the counter and she grabbed the pink sweater as I grabbed the large ice pack that was against her back. I threw it in the freezer, grabbing a bag of frozen peas since it would cover the surface of her back more before I grabbed her hand and we made our way upstairs slowly, her legs shaky as she walked. As we made our way into my bedroom the only thing that ran through my mind was:

Whoever did this to her, they're going to wish they were dead once I find out.

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rylem33 · 3 months

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Influenced

Alexandra and her friends, Mia, Jenna, and Chris, wove their way through the crowded space of their favorite spot in town. They were in search of a table where they could sit and enjoy each other’s company. Mia, with her knack for spotting opportunities in a sea of chaos, pointed to a table in the corner that promised a bit of seclusion.

From their corner view, they sat and listened to the music and chatted about their days. With a sudden burst of enthusiasm, Alexandra declared it was time for a group selfie. Standing, she expertly angled her phone to capture the moment—their smiling faces, the warmth of the overhead lights, the background hum of the crowd around them. After a few attempts, filled with laughter and playful complaints about blinking at the wrong moment, they captured the perfect shot. After examining the photo, Chris, raising his glass in a toast, dubbed Alexandra the “selfie queen,” a title that was met with unanimous approval. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alexandra’s afternoon had been perfectly ordinary until her phone erupted with a relentless barrage of notifications. This can’t be right, she thought, silencing the device only for it to vibrate again with an urgency that felt almost apocalyptic. Picking it up, she saw her Twitter app alight with activity. Why would anyone be tweeting at me? Confused, she tapped into the app, her heart rate accelerating as she saw her name trending.

What on earth…? Her eyes widened in disbelief as she scrolled through the tweets, each one a variation of accusation and speculation. A video, blurry and shaky, depicted a woman giving a blowjob. The man was clearly the rapper, Johan, but the woman was hard to recognize. Yet, somehow, everyone had decided the woman was her. This isn’t me. How can they not see it’s not me?

Her phone buzzed with a text from her best friend, Mia:

Mia: Hey, saw Twitter. This is crazy! That’s not you in the video, right?

Alexandra: Of course not! I don’t understand how this is happening. 😞

As she tried to draft a response to the accusations online, her thoughts were a jumble of frustration and disbelief. I need to fix this. Fast.

Another text came through, this time from her brother, Daniel:

Daniel: Alex, please tell me you’re okay. Mom’s freaking out about this Twitter thing. You’re denying it, right?

Alexandra: I’m trying to, but it’s like a tidal wave. I don’t know how to stop it.

She posted a tweet in her defense, her fingers trembling as she typed:

Alexandra: To everyone who’s seen the video going around: That is NOT me. I have no idea how this started, but please stop spreading lies.

Instead of quelling the storm, her post seemed to fuel it further. Comments poured in, a mix of support and vitriol.

RandomUser1: Yeah right, that’s what they all say. #cancelAlexandra

SupportiveStranger: I believe you. This mob mentality is out of control.

Watching the numbers of her followers increase was like observing a car crash in slow motion—horrific yet mesmerizing. Is this really happening to me?

Throughout the evening, the situation escalated. More friends reached out, each message a mix of concern and curiosity. Her social media feeds were a battleground of opinions, and amidst the chaos, Alexandra noticed something unexpected—a surge in followers.

People are following me because of this? Why? .

Her phone buzzed again, breaking her train of thought. It was another message from Mia.

Mia: This is insane. You’re at 1k followers now. Some people are defending you. Maybe this can be turned around?

Alexandra paused, the gears in her mind beginning to turn. Turned around? How? The seed of an idea was planted, but she shook it off, focusing instead on the immediate firestorm.

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Alexandra woke to the sound of notifications on her phone. The follower count had jumped overnight—10,000 and climbing. This is getting out of control.

Her thumb hovered over the Twitter app, unsure of what to do. Opening it, she braced herself for the onslaught of opinions about her. The tweet she had posted in her defense had become a battleground.

TrendChaser: Clearly looking for her 15 mins of fame. #AlexandraExposed

DigitalDefender: Misidentification happens. Give her a break. #JusticeForAlexandra

Mixed in with the condemnation and conspiracy theories were messages of support, and bizarrely, admiration. People are actually siding with me. They’re… fans?

Her contemplation was interrupted by a new text from Mia.

Mia: You’re trending again. And not just on Twitter. Have you seen Instagram and TikTok? You need to capitalize on this, Alex. Before someone else does.

Alexandra: Capitalize? Mia, my life is being turned upside down. How am I supposed to “capitalize” on that?

Mia: Think about it. You’ve always said you wanted a bigger platform for your art. This could be it, in a weird way. Use the attention.

Use the attention? Alexandra had long craved recognition for her graphic design work, but was this the way? Yet, a growing part of her that whispered of opportunity grew louder. Could I really turn this nightmare into something… beneficial?

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With a mix of excitement and trepidation, Alexandra prepared to share her work with the world. She carefully selected a few of her favorite pieces, each one representing hours of dedication and a piece of her soul. She photographed them in the best light, ensuring the colors popped and the textures spoke through the digital medium.

Her first post was a painting she was particularly proud of, a swirling abstract piece that, to her, represented the chaos and beauty of the natural world. She captioned it with a quote from one of her favorite artists and a brief commentary on what the piece meant to her.

“In the midst of movement and chaos, keep stillness inside of you.” – Deepak Chopra. This piece is my attempt to capture that stillness amidst the chaos of life. Hope it speaks to you as it does to me. #ArtistsOfInstagram #AbstractArt

The reactions were immediate. Many of her followers, drawn in by her usual content of lifestyle and fashion, were surprised but impressed by this new dimension of Alexandra’s creativity.

Fan1: Wow, didn’t know you were an artist too! This is amazing 😍

Fan2: Love seeing this side of you! You’re beautiful and talented. Please share more!

However, not all the feedback was positive. Among the genuine appreciation, there were those who saw this as a departure from the content they followed her for, and they didn’t hesitate to voice their skepticism.

Skeptic1: Seems like everyone’s an artist these days. Looking for a quick claim to fame by showing off some colors and calling it art.

Skeptic2: Attention seeker much? Stick to what you know. This art thing isn’t for you.

The mixed reactions left Alexandra feeling both vindicated and vulnerable. She had hoped her art would be received with open minds, yet the criticism stung, feeding into her insecurities.

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Alexandra and Mia had found a quiet corner in the restaurant where they could catch up. It had been weeks since they last had a moment together, just the two of them.

Mia sipped her drink, watching Alexandra with a mix of concern and curiosity. “So, talk to me,” she said. “How are you handling all… this?” She gestured vaguely, encompassing not just the restaurant, but the entirety of the situation that had swallowed Alexandra whole.

Alexandra shrugged, her phone resting beside her cup, its screen lighting up every few seconds with new notifications. “I have over 100k followers. It’s overwhelming,” she admitted, a frown creasing her brow. “One minute, I’m just me, and the next, I’m this… person everyone has an opinion about.”

Mia nodded, reaching out to gently tap the phone. “And this… is helping? Or making it worse?”

Before Alexandra could answer, the phone buzzed again, its insistent glow pulling her gaze away from Mia. She picked it up, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face, which quickly morphed into reluctant fascination. “Sorry,” she mumbled, swiping through the notifications. “It’s just—”

Mia sighed, leaning back in her chair. “It’s like you’re not even here. You’re with me, but you’re not with me, you know?”

Alexandra looked up, her attention torn. “I know, I know. It’s just hard to ignore. Every buzz could be something important, something else I have to deal with.” Her voice was a mix of justification and frustration, the weight of her new reality settling on her shoulders.

Mia watched her friend, the transformation palpable even in such a simple act as checking her phone. “But is it really that important? More important than the people right in front of you?”

The question hung in the air. Alexandra set the phone down, face-up, as if bracing for the next assault. “It’s all important, Mia. These notifications, the followers, the comments—they’re how I build my business. This was your idea, and now that it’s gained traction, I can’t just ignore it.”

“I know, but at what cost, Alex?” Mia’s voice was gentle, but her eyes were sharp. “Look at you. You’re here but not here.”

Alexandra opened her mouth to protest, but the truth of Mia’s words silenced her.

The phone buzzed again, more insistent this time, but Alexandra ignored it. She took a deep breath, pushing the device to the side. “You’re right,” she conceded, a small wave of defeat washing over her. “It’s just… hard to balance.”

Mia reached across the table, covering Alexandra’s hand with her own. “I get it. This is all new, and it’s huge. But don’t lose sight of what’s real, okay?”

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Alexandra stared at her phone. She received an email from a brand that, under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t have considered aligning with. The brand was known for its flashy, fast-fashion ethos, and Alexandra was confused why they would reach out to her.

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: Collaboration Opportunity with FastFashGlam!

Dear Alexandra,

We’ve been following your rise on social media with great interest. Your style, your voice, and your ability to connect with your audience are exactly what FastFashGlam looks for in our brand ambassadors. We believe you represent the bold, dynamic spirit of our collections, and we would love to explore a partnership with you.

This collaboration would include exclusive pieces from our upcoming line for you to showcase, along with competitive compensation and the opportunity for massive exposure across our channels.

We’re excited about the possibility of working together to bring fresh, fashionable looks to your audience.

Best,

The FastFashGlam Team

Reading the email, Alexandra felt a mix of flattery and discomfort. FastFashGlam? Their stuff is cute, but… it’s all fast fashion. Doesn’t exactly scream ‘sustainable. She debated ignoring the offer, not wanting to compromise her values for the sake of exposure.

However, the mention of “competitive compensation” and “massive exposure” gnawed at her, tempting her with the possibilities. Could this be the break I need to really fund my art?

After much deliberation, she decided to respond, seeking clarification, and perhaps, negotiating better terms that could align more closely with her budding principles.

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: Collaboration Opportunity with FastFashGlam

Dear FastFashGlam Team,

Thank you for reaching out and for your kind words about my work. I’m flattered by your interest and intrigued by the opportunity to collaborate. However, I have a few concerns regarding sustainability and ethical practices within the fashion industry.

I strive to promote brands that align with these values. Could you provide more information on FastFashGlam’s commitments to sustainability and ethical fashion? Additionally, could you elaborate on the terms of the compensation and exposure?

Looking forward to hearing from you,

Alexandra

The reply came swiftly, the brand keen to secure her as an influencer. They glossed over her concerns about sustainability with vague assurances and buzzwords but were significantly more transparent about the financial incentives and the scale of exposure they were offering.

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: Collaboration Opportunity with FastFashGlam

Dear Alexandra,

We appreciate your thoughtful response and your commitment to sustainability. FastFashGlam is actively exploring ways to incorporate more eco-friendly practices into our production processes. We’re excited about the future and hope you’ll join us on this journey.

Regarding compensation, we are prepared to offer you a substantial package, including a generous upfront payment and a commission on sales generated through your promotion. The exposure includes featuring you prominently across all our social media platforms, with a combined reach of over 5 million followers.

We believe this partnership could be mutually beneficial, and we’re eager to welcome you to the FastFashGlam family.

Warm regards,

The FastFashGlam Team

Alexandra found herself at a crossroads. The opportunity was too good to pass up, even if it meant compromising, just this once, on her ideals. It’s just a stepping stone, she rationalized, a way to get my foot in the door. I can always be more selective in the future.

With a heavy heart but eyes wide open to the possibilities, she drafted her acceptance.

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First Post

So excited to finally share this with you all! 🌟 I’m thrilled to announce my partnership with @FastFashGlam, a brand that embodies the boldness and vibrancy I strive for every day. This is more than just fashion; it’s about making statements and owning your space. Can’t wait to take you on this journey with me. – Alexis 💕 #FastFashGlamXAlexis #NewBeginnings

Fan1: Wow, congrats on the partnership, Alexandra! But…who’s Alexis?

Fan2: Loving the look! But I’m confused, did you change your name?

Fan3: Alexis? Is this a typo or are we witnessing a brand new you?

Second Post

Following the initial confusion, Alexis quickly follows up with a story, a boomerang of herself winking and pointing to the name “Alexis” emblazoned on a custom piece from her FastFashGlam collection. The overlay text reads:

Caught you wondering, didn’t I? 😜 Alexis is not just a name; it’s an evolution. We’re all about growth and embracing the new, aren’t we? Stick around for the ride! 🚀 #AlexisEra #BeBold

CuriousCat: Okay, Alexis, we see you! Loving the energy but gonna miss Alexandra too!

BrandWatcher: Seems like a marketing move, but I’m here for it if it means more fab fashion content!

OldFan: Not sure how I feel about the name change. Hope you’re still the same person at heart.

Third Post

A few days later, a video clip of Alexis talking directly to her followers, wearing another outfit from FastFashGlam, clearly addressing the name change but focusing more on the brand partnership and what her followers can expect in terms of content. She’s radiant, confident, and fully embodying the Alexis persona.

Hey, lovelies! 🌹 I’ve seen your comments and DMs, and I love the engagement. Alexis is more than a name change; it’s about stepping into a larger version of ourselves. And with @FastFashGlam, we’re going to explore so many new styles and ideas. Get ready for exclusive sneak peeks, giveaways, and so much more. Let’s make fashion our playground! 🌈 #AlexisAdventures #FashionForward

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Alexis stood in front of her bedroom mirror, the afternoon light casting a soft glow. She had spent the morning at a high-end salon, getting her hair dyed and styled, and her outfit was a carefully chosen ensemble. She felt a mix of excitement and nerves as she prepared to share her new look with the world. With a practiced smile, Alexis took a series of videos, showcasing not just the clothes and hairstyle but the confidence she was beginning to embody more fully. She selected the best video, one where the light hit just right, making her hair shimmer and her outfit pop. She typed out a caption, a blend of casual chic and strategic tagging of the brands she wore.

New day, new look. 🌟 Thanks to HellaHair for the fabulous hair and @FastFashGlam for this killer outfit. Feeling unstoppable! 💥 What do you think? #FashionForward #StyleInfluencer

She hit post, and almost immediately, the notifications began. Likes, hearts, comments—they flooded in, a tidal wave of validation and critique.

Fan1: OMG, Alexis! You look amazing! 😍

Fan2: Hair goals! Seriously, how do you always get it so perfect?

Fan3: This outfit is everything. NEED to know where I can get those shoes!

Mixed among the adoring fans were comments from her friends, who had stumbled upon the post in their feeds, surprised and a little taken aback by the sudden change.

Mia: Wow, Alex, this is… a lot. When did you go blonde?

Jenna: Looking good, but miss your natural look. Remember when we used to laugh about how high-maintenance those influencers were? 😅

Chris: Impressive, but don’t forget who you are beneath all that glam.

Alexis’s phone buzzed with each new notification, a mix of pride and a twinge of guilt at her friends’ reactions. She knew her transformation was more than skin deep; she was curating a new identity, one post at a time. But seeing her old friends’ mixed reactions brought a moment of reflection. They don’t understand. This is who I need to be now.

Choosing to focus on the positive, Alexis responded to her fans with gratitude and emojis, carefully crafting her replies to maintain her burgeoning influencer persona.

Alexis (replying to Fan1): Thanks, lovely! Your support means the world! 💖

Alexis (to Fan2): A little magic and a lot of hairspray! 😉 Thanks for the love!

She hesitated over her friends’ comments, knowing that her usual, breezy influencer responses wouldn’t suffice. With a sigh, she decided to leave them unanswered for now, not ready to confront the guilt she was feeling.

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Alexis received a group message from her friends.

Mia:Hey everyone, thinking of hitting up our usual spot tonight. It’s been ages since we all hung out. What do you say?

Jenna: I’m in! Could use a break from adulting. Lol.

Chris: Sounds good. Alex, you coming?

Alexis hesitated, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. Her mind was a battlefield. Going out with them… I can’t risk being tagged in some random photo that doesn’t fit the brand I’m building. But how do I say this without sounding mean.

Alexis: I’d love to, but I’ve got so much going on right now. Raincheck?

She could almost hear Mia’s disappointment through the screen.

Mia: You’ve been saying that a lot lately. Everything okay?

Jenna: Yeah, we miss you! It’s not the same without our selfie queen.

Selfie queen. The title stung with irony. If only they knew how much those selfies are calculated now. Not just fun and games anymore.

Chris: Let’s plan something chill then. Just us, no fuss.

The offer was tempting, a call back to simpler times. But Alexis’s mind was already racing ahead, calculating the potential impacts, the way her night would be dissected and discussed by her growing audience. Can I afford a night off? A night being just Alexandra?

Alexis: I really appreciate it, guys. But I’ve got an early morning shoot for a brand partnership. Can’t bail on them. Let’s definitely plan something soon though!

Her response felt hollow, even to her.

Mia: Okay, we get it. Just don’t forget us when you’re famous.

Famous. Alexis opened Twitter and looked at her profile. 1.2M followers. She smiled, putting down her phone.

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Alexis was strolling through the upscale shopping district, her latest designer outfit attracting admiring glances and the occasional whisper of recognition. She was used to it by now—the double-takes, the hushed reverence, the way people seemed to orbit around her presence. It was all part of being Alexis, the influencer, the trendsetter, the icon.

As she paused to peer into the window of a chic boutique, contemplating whether the handbag on display matched her brand’s aesthetic, she felt a sudden, light tap on her shoulder. Turning, she found herself face-to-face with a young man, his eyes wide with the unmistakable glow of fandom.

“Alexis?” he stammered, his voice a mix of awe and disbelief. “I’m such a huge fan. Your posts, your style, everything you do is just… amazing.”

For a moment, Alexis sized him up—his earnest expression, his less-than-fashionable attire. A time ago, she might have smiled, thanked him, even engaged in a brief conversation. But that was before. Before she realized the power of her brand, the importance of maintaining a certain image, a certain distance.

Without missing a beat, Alexis’s demeanor chilled, her voice icy as she replied, “Do you always go around touching strangers? It’s incredibly rude and presumptuous. You should learn some manners.”

The fan’s face fell, his initial excitement curdling into embarrassment as the people nearby turned to watch the exchange. Flustered, he mumbled an apology, but Alexis wasn’t finished.

“And another thing,” she continued, her voice loud enough to draw even more attention, “if you’re going to approach someone like me, at least make an effort to look presentable. This isn’t a meet-and-greet at a discount store.”

With that, she turned on her heel, leaving the fan standing there, diminished and red-faced, as the crowd whispered and chuckled amongst themselves.

But Alexis wasn’t done. Seizing the moment to reinforce her brand’s exclusivity—and to teach a lesson to her followers about the importance of personal boundaries—she pulled out her phone and quickly recorded a video, her voice dripping with disdain as she recounted the encounter.

“Lesson of the day, darlings,” she said to the camera, her tone one of mock-seriousness, “approaching celebrities requires grace and respect. Remember, we’re not your friends; we’re figures of inspiration. Let’s keep it classy, not trashy.”

She posted the video without a second thought, not caring about the fallout for the fan, only considering the engagement such a post would generate. Her followers lapped it up, flooding the comments with praise for her stance, laughing emojis, and commiserations about the lack of respect she faced.

As she continued her day, satisfied with her handling of the situation, Alexis never stopped to consider the impact of her words and actions on that fan—or on her image in the eyes of those who still valued humility and kindness. In her quest to maintain her status, she had lost sight of the person she used to be, the one who would have seen an eager fan, not an opportunity for a lesson in branding.

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Alexis was responding to some followers, when a notification popped up indicating she’d been tagged in an old photo by Mia. Her immediate reaction was irritation.

The photo was from that night they’d dubbed her the “selfie queen,” a candid shot full of genuine smiles and unguarded laughter. It was a stark contrast to the polished, poised images she now favored.

Mia’s caption was simple, a nod to simpler times.

Throwback to when nights were about friends and photos, not followers. Miss these times @Alexis.

The comment section quickly filled with heart emojis and friends reminiscing about the good old days. But Alexis saw red. This didn’t fit the narrative she’d been building. It was too raw, too real. Without thinking, she typed a response that would later haunt her.

Alexis: Wow, some of us have grown up since then and realized life’s about more than just cheap drinks and bad lighting. Maybe try evolving instead of living in the past?

The moment she hit send, part of her knew she’d crossed a line. But it was too late. The damage was done.

It didn’t take long for Mia to text her, the hurt evident in her message.

Mia: Alex, what the hell was that comment about? That photo was about our friendship. Why would you say something so mean?

Alexis: Mia, you don’t get it. I have a brand to maintain, and that photo doesn’t fit. I can’t afford to be dragged down by nostalgia.

Mia: Dragged down? It’s our history, Alex. Since when did you become so… cold?

Alexis: Since I realized that to get ahead, you have to be strategic. You clinging to the past isn’t my problem. I suggest you focus on your own life and leave me to mine.

Mia’s response was a long time coming, and when it arrived, it was tinged with resignation.

Mia: I miss Alexandra. She knew the value of people over likes. Goodbye, Alexis.

Alexis stared at the message, a pang of something like regret tightening in her chest. But she quickly quashed it, telling herself she was making the necessary sacrifices for her future. If they can’t understand that, they were never really my friends.

She went back to her social media, deleting Mia’s tag and moving on to curate her next post, a glossy, impersonal shot of her latest brand partnership. The likes and comments rolled in, a balm to the sting of Mia’s words.

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Alexis stood before the full-length mirror in her opulent bedroom, dressed head to toe in designer wear. Today’s ensemble was for a beach outing. She adjusted the designer sunglasses perched on her head, a subtle yet expensive accessory that shielded her not just from the sun but from the prying eyes of recognition. Her outfit, while seemingly perfect for a leisurely day by the sea, was meticulously chosen for its brand value and the image it projected—an image that was about to be splashed across her social media, perpetuating the luxurious lifestyle her followers envied and admired.

Stepped into paradise 🌴☀️ Sometimes, you just need to escape and find your slice of heaven. #BeachVibes #LivingMyBestLifeBrand Tags: TokenBikinis, SunShades

Finding my balance between the sea and the sky. There’s something magical about starting your day with the sun and the sound of waves. #MorningRoutine #ZenBrand Tags: TokenBikinis, YogaGogo

Every sunset is an opportunity to reset. Feeling grateful for the journey and the beauty that surrounds us. #Gratitude #SunsetLoversBrand Tags: TokenBikinis, DeluxeTravelInc

SunsetChaser: Stunning view, stunning you. 🌅GratefulHeart: This caption 🙌 Your journey is inspiring!

#f2f transformation #personality change #corruption

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quigonswife8 · 1 year

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Ethan Winters || Chris Redfield x reader who gets hurt

Since i'm a new resi fan I thought it would be perfect to start writing resident evil fics. So here's something about my two of my favorite characters :)

Warnings: injuries, swearing.

For Ethan's part you are in place of Mia, so everything basically happens the same. Just in this you end up leaving to look for him in the village, you aren't experimented on like how Mia was. Sorry if that doesn't really make sense.

Ethan:

[Gif creds: @darkened-writer]

"Ethan.." you mutter, watching as the werewolf gets ready to charge towards the man. Ethan is knocked out so he doesn't know that he's about to be killed.

The werewolf doesn't pay any mind to you, but that's about to change. Gripping onto the gun tighter you take a deep breathe before screaming "HEY!" and shooting up to grab it's attention more.

Come on you look at him. The werewolf, you'd found is called Varcolac, huffs, and then turns in your direction. "Yeah! Come and get me..."

He slowly moves away from Ethan as to get ready to charge at you. The pure adrenaline running through you pushes away any fear that you should be feeling, and as you look back at Ethan again, you notice how he's starting to wake.

You can't won't let anything happen to him, he deserves to live. With one last look at Ethan you quickly break into a sprint, drawing the werewolf away.

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You fall to your knees, letting the gun fall to the ground. The blood on your hands marking the ground as you press them to it- your breathing is heavy and you feel like passing out, but you're relieved that the wolf is finally dead.

"(y/n)?!"

You look forward, watching as Ethan limps over to you. This of course makes you stand, but the pain in your side forces you back to the ground. "(Y/N)!". Despite the amount of pain he's in Ethan runs the rest of the distance to you, his eyes so full of sadness, and when he kneels down in front of you, he checks you over for any other injuries.

"What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking..." you begin "...that I made sure you didn't die" a weak smile grows on your lips, and you chuckle. "That worked out didn't it?"

Ethan blinks a few times trying to wrap his head around what just happened. To be honest he wants to be furious at you- he nearly lost you, and you mean everything to him. However you did save his life and because you're happy that he's alive, he realizes he shouldn't be feeling furious.

He sighs and then manages to crack a smile. Then he nods, thankful.

"Thank you."

Chris:

[Gif creds: @hermaeusmoras]

You sneak through the mansion to one of the safe rooms. Chris is waiting there for you, he'd commed and had let you know which safe room he was waiting in.

It's good that he's safe, and he's okay. You can't say the same for you however, as you have a large gash on your shoulder that can only be fixed up with items available in that safe room. With a makeshift bandage pressed to your shoulder you pick up speed.

"Shit!"

You grab the lighter out of your pocket, quickly setting fire to the zombie. It's hisses and snarls fill your ears, and as it shakes violently, you back away quickly. Man you swear you can hear your heartbeat in your ears because it's so loud, it hammers against your chest.

Finally the zombie is dead dead. Shaking you put the lighter away, but you don't move. All you can do is stare at the corpse in front of you, blinking slowly, breathing slowly. "Jesus." you've been in this mansion for two hours- two hellish hours- and it's only now starting to take it's toll on you.

"(y/n)."

Chris's face comes into view- his worried face, to be exact- he is leaning down to properly meet your eyes. He wants to spend time making sure you're alright, but not there as it's safer in that room. He can tell that you're traumatised. Even as a S.t.a.r.s. member you never would have been prepared for this.

"We have to go."

He grabs your hand and pulls you to the safe room, just in time to miss a few zombies lunging at you both. He practically throws the door shut, and his fingers work away quickly, the door locking, and he protectively moves in front of you. There's no way those zombies will get in, but it's more of a safety measure.

You stand there in silence listening to the zombies slowly move away from the door, until their grunts and groans can only be heard in the distance. "Okay..." Chris sighs, turning to look at you. "I think we're good now.."

Thank god

You want to cry with relief, but you can't because if you start crying you know you won't stop. "Man am I happy to see you." You put a hand on Chri'ss arm, and Chris is equally as happy to see you. Maybe more. He's not happy that you're hurt, though, as he had managed to catch a glimpse of the gash on your shoulder.

Now that you're there he can fix you up- well if you'll let him.

"I'm happy to see you too (y/n)..."

"I feel like there's a 'but' coming." you raise an eyebrow.

"...but..." he continues chuckling at what you had said. "...I need to fix you up before we head back out there. If that's..."

You're surprised he'd noticed your gash since he'd been so focused on getting you inside instead of anything else. Not that you mind, though, since you were going to tell him anyway.

"Yes please." usually being the one to fix yourself up, but being too exhausted after that whole run-in with the zombie. "...that would be perfect Chris, thank you."

You walk over to the nearby bed, while Chris gets whatever is needed to mend to your shoulder.

#ethan winters #chris redfield #ethan winters x reader #chris redfield x reader #resident evil 1 #resident evil village #resident evil

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justtoomuch · 1 year

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Do you have any headcannons or just general vibes you wanna share about the "Leon rescues Ethan in Louisiana" Au? I gotta admit, it's seems like a really fun idea and I'd love to know more about it

Sure! Leon was actually sent to the Baker Estate to rescue a highly esteemed journalist but when he got there he was forced to shoot that person who has become infected. He's now devastated because that was kind of his only job, but he finds Ethan and changes his objective because he just wants to save a single person and if there happen to another civilian around then that's who he's saving. They form a sort of Leon-Ashley situation through the Baker Estate except Ethan doesn't want to just sit back and be a victim so he tries to fight as well but Leon won't let him.

They argue a lot, with Leon trying to keep Ethan on a short leash for his protection and Ethan rebelling against that. Then they have a major fight where Ethan points out that Leon wasn't even initially there to save him, and proclaims that no one is willing to help him save Mia. He eventually chooses to separate from Leon (against Leon's will) to go find her, but he fails to save her and has to kill her.

Leon eventually finds him and comforts him in the best way he can (he's not very good at it but it comes from the heart, he knows what it's like to lose people, and especially to be the person who had to pull the trigger.) He convinces Ethan that the best thing to do is to get up and save himself because that's what Mia would have wanted for him.

Ethan agrees and they reunite. Leon tries to raise Ethan's spirits by giving him more agency and letting him defend himself, despite his own fears of failing Ethan.

They are both captured by Lucas who prompts Leon to either sacrifice himself or watch Ethan die. (Wow thematic stuff! Leon has to evaluate whether his desire to save people has to do with wanting to make the world a better place, or is just a result of his pride.) He doesn't have to make the decision because while Lucas is talking to Leon, Ethan breaks free and impales Lucas through the chest with a metal pipe. (Now that's metal af.) They both make a run for it.

Leon is impressed by Ethan's resourcefulness and they escape the house on a boat, eventually getting airlifted by a BSAA helicopter. Ethan is taken into BSAA custody and Leon argues with Chris about that. Chris says that there's a low chance Ethan will be integrated back into civilian life as he has too much information. This reminds Leon of how he had been forced into being an agent after Raccoon City. He asks Chris for the BSAA to retrieve Mia's body for a proper burial.

Leon attends the funeral and stands across from Ethan, watching him and his family mourn. He decides there that he's not going to give up on Ethan and calls Chris, asking him to be a part of Ethan's transition into whatever his life is going to be with the BSAA. Chris agrees.

#lethan #leon x ethan #re7 #resident evil biohazard #resident evil

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salembutnotthecat · 6 months

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first emeto fic, kind of nervous!

tw for emeto, sickness, fever,nausea

Please, please, please...

She didn't know what she was expecting.

In an ironic turn of events, through everything she had endured specifically over the last four years, trying to mess with a keyring that had at least seven keys, as well as a car key and a little keychain figure that Willow got her for her birthday, with only one hand seemed to be the one thing that would take her out.

Her other hand was pressed tightly against her mouth as her stomach churned. She gagged, shuddered, and did everything she could to not throw up right there.

The cold wind whipped through Vanessa's disheveled hair, causing a shiver to run down her spine. She cursed under her breath, feeling the weight of the keyring in her clammy hand. The metallic jangle seemed to mock her as she desperately fumbled with the keys, each one refusing to slide smoothly into the lock.

A more intense wave of nausea surged through her, and Vanessa clenched her jaw, determined not to let the contents of her uneasy stomach escape prematurely. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, a combination of feverish chills and the physical exertion of trying to unlock the door.

Her vision blurred for a moment, and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady herself. The keyring slipped from her trembling fingers, clattering against the pavement.

Vanessa panicked. Panicked.

Willow's car was in the driveway still. Maybe that was a good sign.

Vanessa slammed her freed hand on the door, begging her body to hold on until the door opened.

It was seven in the morning. Mrs. Cortez would be bringing eight year old Mia out to wait for the bus in five minutes. Ten at best. Vanessa didn't want to vomit in front of the poor girl, or her mother. That would certainly give off a bad impression.

"Jesus Chri-" Willow started, yawning as she opened the door.

Vanessa shoved her roommate to the side, bolting for the bathroom.

The taste of bile lingered in Vanessa's mouth as she rushed past Willow, who stumbled backward in surprise. The bathroom door swung open, and Vanessa barely had time to close it before the violent upheaval began.

She dropped to her knees in front of the toilet, hard, the impact letting everything go with just barely enough time to lift the toilet seat.

"Vanessa," Willow was knocking at the door, "What's going on?"

Waves of nausea continued to grip Vanessa, each one more intense than the last. She clung to the cool porcelain, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Her stomach rebelled, seemingly determined to expel every last trace of discomfort.

"Oh, god, that sounds violent," Willow said. Vanessa felt the door hit her foot as Willow let herself in her bathroom.

Willow pulled the hair that had fallen out of Vanessa's ponytail away from her roommates face with one hand.

Vanessa heaved, hard. She could feel whatever was in her stomach come halfway up her throat, before going back down and making her heave twice as hard.

"Okay, okay," Willow said, "Here, stand a little."

Willow pulled her roommate to her feet.

"Brace against the back of the toilet, hands here," Willow guided Vanessa to lean into the tank, pressing her hands to the lid, "The gravity should help your stomach-" Sure enough, Vanessa heaved, a torrent of vomit barely staying contained in the porcelain bowl. And another, and another.

A fourth one, and a shaking Vanessa collapsed back to her knees, forcing out the last of what would come up. For now, at least.

"Good, good," Willow said, clicking her tongue and rubbing Vanessa's back as the security guard gasped for breath.

"Are you on your gastro rotation?" Vanessa asked, spitting into the toilet before grabbing some toilet paper to wipe her mouth before flushing the disgusting mess in the toilet.

Vanessa closed the toilet lid, sitting on top, sighing and running her hand back over her face and ultimately brushing her hair back.

"It was two weeks ago, I'm on labor and delivery now," Willow said, "But, i'm almost done. Then I graduate."

"What are you going to do?" Vanessa asked.

Small talk. Right now, Vanessa needed the small talk.

"Well, I like labor and delivery," Willow said, grabbing a washcloth and running it under cold water, pressing it on Vanessa's forehead, "But I think I'll stay in the emergency room for now. Can I get you anything?"

Vanessa managed to shake her head weakly, unable to form words.

"I have a shift today," Willow said, "Would you care to just sleep on the couch until I get back? I might be a nursing student, but I do not want to come home and do emergency work on you because you decided to leave your room which I know you would."

"Honestly," Vanessa said, "I probably would've needed you to drag me up there, even if I hadn't thrown up."

"Are your pajamas still on your floor?" Willow asked.

"Probably," Vanessa said, "I could just sleep in-"

"Yeah, no," Willow said, "I'm putting your uniform in a disinfectant load. And I'll probably spray the disinfectant you bought all over your room."

"Fine," Vanessa said, "While you do that, I'm going to the kitchen to get some water, rinse out my mouth."

"Grab the designated bucket," Willow said, "It's-"

"Under the sink," Vanessa said, "And a very violent lime green which is a little on the nose for a bucket set aside specifically to throw up in."

"That's why I got it," Willow said, stepping out of the bathroom.

There's a noise, distant at first, that pulls Vanessa out of sleep.

Vanessa moaned, pushing soaking wet blonde locks off her cheek, leaving her hand on her face. She could feel the fever and she was soaked. Definitely sweating.

The living room was bathed in a strange orange glow, the tv was off, and the house was quiet.

Then the noise. Her phone. It was on the side table.

Vanessa grabbed it, barely making out the caller ID.

Delaney Richards. Missed call from Elijah.

"Shit..." Vanessa mumbled, clearing her throat before answering. Except clearing her throat made her stomach turn over. She swallowed.

“Hello?” Vanessa asked, hoping she didn’t sound too bad. It would just be a few moments…

“Can you work tonight?” Delaney asked, “I know you aren’t supposed to but Vivien could use you. Elijah and I have to fly out a day early to our next premier. We could send her to your place too so you don’t have to make the drive.”

“Yeah, that’s fine, send her,” Vanessa said, half out of it, “As long as you don’t mind my roommate. But I can have her sign something. She’s a nursing student at St. James’s downtown… so she probably won’t see much of Vivien anyway.”

“No need to sign something,” Delaney said, “We’ll pay double rate since it’s so last minute.”

The other line disconnected before Vanessa could deny it. She sighed, lying back down. She would get up in a few minutes and try to get ready… just… a few minutes.

There’s knocking at the door suddenly. Vanessa moaned.

She would have yelled for Willow to use her key, but after this morning, she couldn’t really be mad at her.

Vanessa stood, walking to the door. But the sudden shift in position and movement made Vanessa feel worse.

Vanessa gagged halfway to the door. A careful hand covering her mouth. Vanessa paused, taking a deep breath.

She got to the door. Gagging again. This one triggered a second, and a third.

Vanessa unlocked the door, hitting it as a signal that it was in fact unlocked, before dashing to the bathroom again.

The door opened as Vanessa got there. She heaved, hard. She felt something chunky and slimy clinging to her hand.

She stumbled in front of the toilet, heaving.

“Oh, god,” someone yelped. The door clicked shut.

Heels clicked the floor, a fast walk toward the bathroom.

A smell of cherry blossom perfume hit Vanessa, making the security guard throw up even harder.

“Oh, Ness,” someone said, manicured nails lightly scratching Vanessa’s back, “Get it up… get it up.”

Vanessa nodded, heaving all the harder as her stomach tried to empty itself. A hand lightly rubbed Vanessa’s turmoil-ridden stomach, making Vanessa’s stomach purge a torrent of vomit, and then another, and another. Each round thick and abundant, making Vanessa gasp between waves.

Another. Another. And then, spit. Three rounds of gagging up spit. Dry heaving for… well, Vanessa wasn’t sure.

Vanessa stumbled back against the wall, sliding down to the floor and wrapping her arms tightly around her abdomen.

“Oh my god Ness…” Vivien said, tucking her hair to one side and kneeling in front of Vanessa, “What… what happened?”

“I.. don’t feel go… feel..” Vanessa heaved, leaning forward and spitting into the toilet.

Vivien pulled Vanessa’s hair back.

Vanessa shook her head, brushing Vivien’s hand away.

“I’ve been sick since I got home,” Vanessa mumbled, “Why are you here..?”

“Mom and dad… sorry, your bosses,” Vivien said, “They need to leave today instead of tomorrow. Delaney called and said you said it was fine if I came here so you didnt have to drive…”

“Oh right,” Vanessa said, “I’m sorry…”

“You’ve seen me vomit so many times,” Vivien shrugged, “This is fine. Tell you what… how about I help you to bed and we can watch that movie I wanted to show you?”

“Yeah…” Vanessa said, “But… I think… I think I’ll need the bucket…”

“Clearly,” Vivien said, helping Vanessa stand, “Come on…”

#emetophilia #emeto tw #emeto #emeto fic #vomiting #vomit tw #emeto cw #vomit cw #first fic pls be nice #or constructive criticism

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simping-for-joe · 1 year

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We're Human Afterall

Ethan shuts his eyes trying to ignore the way his hands shake and his chest rises and falls. He needed to calm down, why was he even freaking out? God, he was so useless sometimes. He felt himself hit the floor, and squeezed his eyes shut. Trying to calm his racing thoughts. At this point, he just wanted to go home. Maybe, it would have been better off if he hadn't accepted Chris' offer for training.

"You okay?" An unfamiliar voice broke through his panic. He looks up to see an older-looking man, he had to be in his forties. He had long dirty blonde bangs that covered part of his face. Despite this, he had striking blue eyes. He wore a leather jacket, which causes Ethan to think he wasn't BSAA. Even Chris basically wore their logo everywhere.

"I...not really..." Ethan sighs out, the man looks around before sigh taking a seat next to him.

"You and me both," he huffs out. Now that the man mentioned it, he did look exhausted. Bags that were just beginning to fade under his eyes. "So... you want to talk about it?" Ethan hesitates, this man was a stranger and he might not be allowed to know. However, at the same time, he just needed to talk to someone other than Chris and Mia.

"I was recently caught up in this whole bioweapons thing, and I was offered training... it's just all so overwhelming..." Ethan begins to explain. "Not that I don't appreciate any of this, it's just... things used to be so simple. I didn't wake up in the middle of the night afraid some manic is standing at the end of my bed."

"After I got pulled into everything, I couldn't sleep without a knife under my pillow for months. Hell, some nights I still do." The man's blue eyes meet his own. "My point is don't kick yourself down so much. Though this probably doesn’t mean much from a stranger." He chuckles at the end but the other man is quiet for a moment.

"I... thanks, Ethan by the way." He holds his hand out to the other man to which he takes.

"Le-"

"Ethan I- Oh, Leon? What are you doing here?" Chris stops upon noticing the two men on the floor.

"Wait, Leon? As in Leon Kennedy who was supposed to help with my training today?" Ethan asks suddenly standing, his cheeks are bright red.

"I was about to introduce myself, but yeah that's me." Leon smiles as he stands. "I was heading to find Chris to meet you actually."

"I'm so sorry, we had to meet like that."

"I didn't mind sweetheart."

"He's married." Chris is quick to bring up. Leon looks guilty upon hearing that.

"Sorry, if that was too much."

"I mean... I didn't really mind." Ethan smiles at the other man rubbing his neck nervously. The elder blonde looks at him with a smile of his own when Chris clears his throat.

"Maybe, we should get to why Leon is actually here." The man brings the attention back to him.

“Right, sorry.” Still, Ethan glanced at Leon as they follow Chris back to the training room. The other man smiles at him, and Ethan feels his heart beat a little faster.

#resident evil #lethan #leon kennedy x ethan winters #leon kennedy #ethan winters #chris redfield #when your trainer’s friends are hot #Ethan is distracted his entire training session #this is how I’m coping with finals #my current fanfic takes too much brainpower so small things for now #also why the hell is Leon's hair color just so unclear #like in the remakes he's clearly blonde but like 6 no clue #And then there's the movies which just confuses me more

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matts-k1tten · 2 months

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𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞. pt.3

Pt.1 Pt.2

summary: y/n finds her boyfriend (now ex) Chris cheating on her at a party and vows to make him feel the way she did..

warnings: foul language, guys nothing much this part lemme know if I missed anything.

*Not proofread*

purple: Mia

pink: y/n

orange: Chris

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I wake up with the sun shining bright through the curtains blinding me as I wake up.

I quickly turn around to find Mia fast asleep laying on her back with her mouth open slightly snoring.

Trying to go back to sleep, something keeps me up.

I decide to check the time.

I grab my phone to be met with 99+ notifications from none other than Chris.

Memories from last night came flooding back in my head as I sit up abruptly.

I violently shake Mia awake.

She groans. “What?”

“Mia you have to wake up Chris spammed me last night!” I say panicking.

At that she wakes up a bit and slowly sits up.

“Well what did he say?” She asked in a raspy voice.

“I don’t know, I haven’t checked yet.” I say as I unlock my phone and go to messages.

“God damn this man texted me on every fucking app what.” I say looking at all the notifications.

He texted me on messages, instagram, snapchat, twitter, literally everything.

I click on messages first.

I read all kinds of angry messages like “What the fuck did you do?! My house looks like godzilla vomited on it!” or “Why the fuck would you do that?! I get it you’re mad at me that I cheated and I’m sorry but this is a whole other level!” As I read that last text my eye brows furrow.

“What the fuck?! This kid said trashing his house is a whole other level than cheating? like what the fuck she literally was gripping his dick.” Mia laughs as I yell in anger.

“I didn’t even see that!” Mia exclaims laughing even more.

He then texts me again.

“I’m coming to your fucking house to drop off your stuff and talk to you because what the fuck, I won’t leave until I talk to you.”

I gasp loudly making Mia look at me.

“What is it?!” She asks frantically.

“H-he’s coming today.” I say stuttering.

“Oh shit. Well! That sounds like a you problem, I’ve actually got a lot to do today like- um.” I grab Mia.

“Mia don’t you fucking play with me right now! I need you here I’m not gonna be terrorized alone in my own house by my ex boyfriend, so you’re staying here.” I say in here face.

“Alright, let’s go brush our teeth at least PLEASE, I can’t STAND bad breath.” Mia replies unaffected about what I just said.

I roll my eyes as she gets out of bed and walks to the bathroom.

“When is he coming?” She yells from the bathroom.

“I don’t know he didn’t say!” I tell her.

I too get out of bed and walk to the washroom.

Mia hands me my tooth brush and squeezes toothpaste on it. I wet it and start brushing.

Mia turns to me and smiles at me with the toothpaste in her mouth.

I smile back and we laugh.

We continue brushing our teeth until Mia tries to say something.

“Mmrp-ermp.” I laugh and take out my toothbrush.

“What?” My voice kinda muffled from the toothpaste.

She spits. “Are you nervous?”

“Kinda I guess?” I say to her and spit.

Mia gargles water and spits it out harshly.

“Well don’t be, all he wants to do is talk.” Mia speaks.

I gurgle water and then spit it out wiping my mouth with the cloth.

“Yeah I know, but I don’t want to talk to him!” I say gesturing to myself.

“Okay then just don’t open the door and we can watch tv in the living room and eat the snack we bought last night.” She says and gets excited.

I smile.

“Ok let’s go get changed.”

Mia and I are watching shameless when there were frantic knocks at my door.

“y/n open the fucking door! I know you’re in the ere I can hear the tv!” Chris yells from the other side of the door.

Chris coming completely slipped my mind as he keeps banging.

I look at Mia, “Just ignore him and don’t say anything he’ll think we fled the country or something and left the tv on.” She whispers.

I giggle quietly and nod.

Except I can’t ignore him. Just as he said, he won’t leave till he talks to me.

“Y/n! Open the fucking door! You’re cleaning my fucking house!” He says muffled by the barricade keeping him from rushing in.

“And really? The promise ring AND the necklace? I thought you really liked it. I thought you’d never take it off! That one really fucking hurt y/n.” Chris says through the door sounding sad the longer he talks.

I suddenly feel bad and turn to the door.

I hear him sniffle and small sobs coming from the door.

“I really loved you, y’know that?” He says barely above a whisper.

At his words, I feel a tear stream down my face. I go to say something when Mia covers my mouth.

“He’s guilt tripping you! He’s trying to make you open the door ignore him! He’s the one who cheated so why is he crying?” She whisper yells.

I look back at the door once more and wipe my tears.

We continue watching tv as Chris bangs on the door.

“I already said it y/n! I won’t leave until I get to talk to you!” He screams and bangs harder.

“Can we just watch this in my room?” I whisper and she nods.

We turn off the tv and tiptoe away to my room.

I close the door as he still bangs on my front door.

“I asked nicely! If you had just opened the door I wouldn’t have done this!” I hear him faintly.

I look over at Mia.

She looks at me.

“D-don’t worry he’s not gonna do anyth-“ She suddenly cut off by my front door flying open.

“If you want your shit come down and get it!” He screams from the living room and starts to run up the stairs.

Mia hops out of bed and quickly locks the door just in time.

Chris bangs on the door violently while twisting the knob.

“You really shouldn’t keep the spare key under your mat.” He says.

He’s crazy.

He sighs. “Look y/n please just talk to me. Through the door is fine and I’ll leave right after we’re done, I just wanna talk.” He says calming down.

I look over at Mia.

She sighs and nods at me gesturing towards the door.

I look back towards the door.

“What do you want Chris?” I say quickly.

He sighs in relief. “I know I did something wrong and I hate myself for hurting you, but trashing my house? That’s next level.”

My face immediately changes.

“Trashing your house is worse than cheating?! What the fuck do you mean?! Your fucking hand was down her pants and she was sticking her fucking tongue down your throat?!” I scream.

Mia almost bursts out laughing but covers her mouth to muffle her laughs.

Somehow he didn’t hear her. He stays quiet for a moment.

“I-I’m sorry alright? I didn’t know what I was doing and I got carried away.” He says as I hear a small thud guessing he’s resting his head on the door.

“Huh? I saw her pressing her ass on your dick and you just got ‘carried away’?!” I yell again.

Mia is trying to control herself as she quickly tiptoes to the bed and gets in slowly burying herself under the comforters.

“Just leave Chris!” I yell fed up with his excuses.

He sighs harshly.

“I understand.” He accepts his defeat as I hear his footsteps descending.

The front door slams close and Mia pops her head above the covers.

“Is he gone?” Mia asks.

“I don’t know. I’m gonna go check.” I get up and open the door slightly.

Mia comes up behind me.

“Hurry up what are you waiting for?!” I roll my eyes at her and step out the room.

I look downstairs to see my box of stuff.

I run down the stairs to rip open the box.

I dig through to find some of my clothes and gifts.

I get to the very bottom and find a note.

“I’m so sorry y/n, I never meant to hurt you. I will hate myself forever now, I still love you.”

My face softens.

Then I feel the anger bubble in me.

I rip the paper into pieces and plop down on the couch.

Mia sits down next to me and speaks.

“I have another idea.”

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a/n: what do you guys think she’s thinking ?? guys this part is ass don’t flame me.

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beaker1636 · 2 months

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O is for Orgasm Denial - Chris

Chris lets out a sigh, having been up working on a new song idea and struggling with it most of the morning. Unable to figure out what he doesn’t like but he doesn’t and it is frustrating him…. And maybe the fact that they all said he was facing a punishment of some sort for hanging up on Justin the other day is looming over his head too. Especially knowing Rick is the one who assigns him things and Rick can be a total douchebag when he wants to be.

He gets a text message and glances down at his phone, noticing it's the group chat and from Vinny.

“Rick passed, Lottie had no clue until she noticed that Naomi had a mark on her throat.” Vinny says in his message followed by a laughing emoji.

“Naomi still hasn’t stopped bitching about me making her do that… guess I still lost and get blue balls for awhile. Anyway Chris, I have yours and what I’m giving you is also what your punishment is if you are ready?” Ricky responds as well.

“Do I want to know?” Chris sends with a groan, not looking forward to this.

“Probably not, O is for Orgasm Denial, but only for you, Mia has to finish… and has to finish at least one on your dick but you can’t. You cum you lose,” Ricky sends.

Chris doesn’t even try to respond, his frustration he was already feeling and then getting a message like that has him sending his phone across the room in annoyance. Nothing is going how he wants it to today and now this… is it even worth trying honestly.

You hear his phone hit the floor and know something isn’t right, you move to his office quickly, wanting to check in on him because that isn’t like him to throw things around and suddenly feel a bit concerned when his head is resting on his desk, showing you that he feels like shit about something.

“Chris, baby, the new song must not be coming out how you want it?” You ask gently, sitting on the edge of his desk. Without thinking you reach out and start to toy with his hair, wanting to give him some comfort. When he moves so his head is laid in your lap where you are sitting you take that as a sign that he wants you to continue so you do. This continues for several minutes before he finally moves, sitting up slouched in his desk chair as he looks at you sitting on his desk.

“No, it's not going well at all. I’m struggling with this more than I thought. And then I got our stupid letter and Rick decided to punish me because I hung up on Justin the other night when I was supposed to be watching… I just got frustrated. Shouldn’t have thrown my phone like I did but.” he lets out a groan, his eyes meeting yours.

“Yeah, that was pretty stupid but we all always have bad days, yours is just today. Come on, let's go take a relaxing bath and then we will worry about the letter and everything else. And if we need to skip this one we skip it, we can make it a week without if we need to,” you say softly, moving to stand up and pull him out of his seat.

When he doesn’t answer but stands up with you, you take that as your answer, leading him towards the bathroom and starting to run some water in the tub before telling him to pick out a bath bomb that he wants. Once he is settled in the warm water and starting to relax you sit on the floor next to the tub, continuing to play with his hair. Occasionally your fingers trail up and down his arm that is closest to you while you continue to help him relax some. Feeling better when you can tell it is working, can feel his tension slowly starting to fade away.

“Thank you Mia, you always know just what I need,” he says softly, turning to give you a quick kiss and a small smile.

“Of course, that is what I’m here for. Now, are you relaxed enough to tell me what our letter is? It seemed like it was part of your stress earlier…” you ask, trailing off and more than okay if he chose not to tell you quite yet. Right now you are worried more so about what he needs than what the game says.

“Because I am why Justin technically didn’t finish his last letter I got a punishment letter. It’s orgasm denial, so I have to get you off with my dick but I can’t finish or else I lose… and I’ll be honest I am not looking forward to this at all. But I also want to do it to prove to them that I can do it and they didn’t get one over on me…. If I can pull it off,” Chris admits, glancing at you.

“I mean we can skip it if you want to, we’ve gone longer without it due to tours and stuff, we can make it work. We don’t have to do this one, or we just do it like normal and then spend a few days without it,” you answer. You don’t want him to beat himself up over it, knowing it could cause more frustration issues over something stupid that isn’t worth struggling with.

“No, I want to prove that I can deal with this, honestly… and also show myself I can,” Chris answers, his eyes meeting yours before he winks at you. “So why don’t I get out and we can have some fun yeah?”

You roll your eyes, moving to grab him a towel while he pulls the plug from the bathtub before standing up to dry himself off before turning towards you with a smirk.

“Go lay down, lose your clothing on the way,” he says, watching you closely as you giggle and scurry your way out of the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind you on your way as you walk into the bedroom. He rolls his eyes, knowing he should have guessed you'd do something like this but it still caught him off guard that you didn’t show any reservations.

He follows behind you slowly, wanting to give you some time to do as he told you, though part of him would be lying if he said he also wants to give you a reason for him to spank your pretty ass until it is a nice shade of pink. When he steps in the room and finds that you are laying down on the bed naked like he asked, he is slightly disappointed.

He leans over you, his lips almost on yours before he whispers “good girl.”

You watch him for a moment but then suddenly feel his lips on yours, wanting you to relax a little as he helps you get in the mood. You relax and lay against the bed, accepting the kiss with him as he increases the pressure on your lips, his tongue quickly finding yours as he leans into you. His body pressing tightly into yours as both of you begin to feel needy, wanting to feel close to each other. You focus on him, his lips start to trail, leaving a trail as he kisses under your ear, then slowly working down your neck and chest, wanting to turn you into a needy mess before he even touches you down there.

“If I have to do this then I need to make you so sensitive that you come undone for me almost instantly, turning you into a needy mess. You better be prepared for a lot of teasing,” he murmurs before settling his lips on one of your nipples. Slowly circling it, sucking on it, bringing it to a hard peak before biting it lightly. Watching how you shift the more he teases it, starting to feel more needy and make you want more for him. But rather than giving you what you want he moves to your other one, spending several minutes giving it the same attention and more, building you up more and more. Enjoying when you start to whimper underneath him, enjoying what is happening more and more but also growing frustrated.

“Shh, be a good girl and take it, only good girls get what they want yeah?” He whispers against your skin, knowing that he is starting to get to you… enjoying that he is.

I nod acknowledging him as his lips continue to trail down your chest and belly, towards where you want him the most now, but he skips over it, moving towards your inner thigh but close to your knee, chuckling when he hears you whimper slightly when he does.

His lips slowly move up, starting to leave a trail of kisses and soft, gentle licks up the inside of your thigh before moving to the other one, his eyes watching your face closely, enjoying the look on your face.

When he finally decides you’ve had enough teasing he uses his arms and pulls you down towards the edge of the bed before getting off and kneeling on the floor in front of you, placing your thighs on either shoulder before he leaves a couple teasing licks among your folds. One soft lick on either side of your clit, not quite meeting where you need him at, feeling you lightly shift your hips trying to get what you need. He lays an arm across your lower stomach, trying to make you stay still before finally wrapping his lips around your clit, giving it a few gentle sucks as two of his fingers work their way inside you. Teasing you, moving slowly and making you want more as you lean on your arms so that you can watch him as he works between your thighs.

Your eyes meet his as he looks up at you, making you flush. You know that you honestly shouldn’t be embarrassed by this right now, the two of you have definitely done much worse with him but you still feel shy at moments like these, and you honestly hope that feeling doesn’t leave, it is part of the fun for you. That he can still make your heart race with just a look, make you crave him while barely doing anything.

“Hmm you want more don’t you. Want to cum… beg for it,” he says with a smirk, watching you closely and pulling himself away from you.

“Fuck, chris, I, you know I hate when you make me beg,” you whine, hoping to talk him out of doing it but he gives you that look, letting you know that he is serious and if you want it then you have to do as he says.

“Ugh fine, please Chris, you know that you have me close, have me wanting you. I, I want to cum, no I need to cum, I please. In the morning I’ll blow you without whining about swallowing if you let me finish right now, please,” you whine, looking at him with a flush on your cheeks, your eyes half lidded from the pleasure he is bringing but also withholding.

He nods slightly, accepting what you are asking for and dipping his head back down, getting to work quickly with his tongue and fingers, finally moving hard enough to give you what you need, knowing that he is bringing you to the edge again. With one particular harsh thrust of his fingers you do, finishing as he works you through the orgasm, you slowly come back down with a smile on your face as you watch him.

Grabbing one of his arms you pull him back up towards you, kissing him while ignoring the fact that you can taste yourself on his lips. That is something that you will never get used to despite how many times you both have kissed after he has gone down on you.

After a moment he slowly pulls away and glances at you with a soft smile, “You ready for number two?”

I nod, but then let out a sigh, a little annoyed that you know he can’t get anything out of this too, but fully intending to make it up to him in the morning. Wanting him to get to enjoy himself too… maybe he just needs to take a quick shower once you are done so he can relieve himself some.

His lips meet yours again as he lines himself up with your entrance, having absolutely no resistance when he sinks in, both of you letting out a sigh at the sudden shift of change, enjoying it. He doesn’t waste much time, wanting to bring you to your second orgasm sooner than later so he can go take care of himself after, so he doesn’t reach the point where he can’t stop himself anymore.

When his hips start to harshly meet yours you let out a moan, feeling so full, so good already that you can’t help but enjoy it. Your hips are now starting to buck to meet his, suddenly growing frustrated because he suddenly stops.

“Sorry, I was starting to feel myself get close, didn’t want to yeah…”

This happens a couple more times, you grow more and more aggravated each time, how the hell can they expect you to get off from his dick if he has to keep stopping every time you are about to. You audibly let out an annoyed groan the next third time he has to stop, effectively edging you over and over.

He starts again, his fingers reaching between the two of you to toy with your clit, wanting you to grow closer and finally cum so he can head to the shower and deal with his problem himself. He can tell you are close, feel you clenching around him which is drawing him close but he’s pretty sure you’ll smack him again if he makes you stop.

When you finish, clenching around himself he realizes it's too late, it pulls him over the edge with you as he finishes inside of you with a groan. He doesn’t even care at that point, the edging making it feel that much stronger, making it hit him harder than normal as he lays his head down against your chest while coming back down.

Both of you are silent for a bit, realizing that you both just lost your first round of this game, a little frustrated but also accepting that it was going to happen. Either you lost because he finished or you would lose because you refused to sit there and let him keep stopping whenever you felt close so regardless you we’re going to lose.

“So… we grab some dinner and have round two to make up for the week we are going to have to go without once we tell the guys I lost?” Chris asks with a wink, making you laugh before you nod.

“Sounds like a plan.”

#fanfiction #bree sucks at fanfiction #motionless in white imagine #the alphabet game #chris motionless fanfic #chris motionless imagines #chris motionless smut #chris motionless fanfiction #chris motionless x reader #Chris motionless fic

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Ethan Winters Doesn't Get Enough Love and that's Heartbreaking

So I'm gonna preface this by saying yes: there will be spoilers to the ending of Resident Evil 7 and Village. If you don't want that scroll away now. Leave, shoo, outta here, go on git, *angrily shakes broom and smacks it against the door to make a loud, aggressive sound*

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Okay so I get Ethan was the "villain" of Resident Evil Village because he killed everyone's favorite vampire mommy but this is in fact a Resident Evil game. Alcina and her daughters and the rest of the four lords were always going to die. It's the nature of the game. It didn't help that Capcom flipped the script and leaned VERY heavily into the villains of Village when it came to the marketing. (Hell I'll bet Capcom is literally kicking itself for making Lady D the first chapter boss) but they really went heavy on making Ethan kind of take a backseat to Lady Dimetrescu and Heisenberg for this game. Which I think is really kind of shitty because we get to see Ethan at his best in this game both in terms of characterization and development.

I need to give a shout-out to Todd Solely, Ethan's mocap and voice actor. We don't get to see Ethan's face in the game so we have to go off of every little action Ethan does and every bit of dialogue we get from Ethan we pay a closer bit of attention to. It's like when you lose one of your senses every other sense tries to make up for its loss. Some truly stand out moments of this were.

1. When Ethan is rejecting Heisenberg's offer of using Rosemary as a weapon and Ethan just spits back at Heisenberg "Rose is not a weapon, fuck you." Ethan freaking lowers his head and leans into the fuck you. You can just tell Ethan is not having ANY of this at all and while I know a lot of people wanted an option where we could have sided with Heisenberg, I'm glad we didn't. Forcing us to pick between Mia and Zoe in RE7 was already a nightmare. Like would the option have been nice yes, but the canon of Resident Evil is being held together by duct tape and spit at this point. That would have torn down the whole house of cards that is the continuity of this franchise.

2. When Ethan is in the village and after he watches the floor cave under Elena and he watches her burn to death. Ethan starts audibly crying, "why does everyone around me keep on dying?" And when he leaves out the window he slams his fist against the pane and yells out why this is happening to him again. You partially wanna go 'come on Ethan, you're in a Resident Evil game, get with the times.' but you realize Ethan thought he was free, he thought if he and Mia cooperated with the BSAA and did what Chris told him to everything would be okay. Yet here he is, back again in Resident Evil hell and he's had three years of him trying to rebuild his life after an EXTREMELY traumatic event just thrown out the window.

3. When The Duke points out that the jar Ethan has is in fact Rose's head and we see him drop the jar like it was a bomb. We saw Ethan's brain literally break. That's his daughter, the one thing he loves more than anything in this world, in this tiny jar. His whole world has shattered. And then when The Duke tries to make light of the situation the abject fucking hatred and pure venom in Ethan's voice. Especially the line "You'll pay if I find out this is a lie." With the delivery of an almost animalistic, hatred-filled growl. It sent a shiver down my spine. It felt like Ethan was willing to freaking maul The Duke with his bare hand (and what's left of the other one)

4. It's not as serious as the last three, but it's actually rather heartwarming. The whole opening portion of the game where Ethan is walking around the house with Rosemary commenting on things throughout the house. There's so much tenderness in this opening. This is a bit of a contrast to the very terrified but almost cynical towards the end delivery we got for Ethan with RE7. We're now seeing a much more tender and loving side to Ethan. Especially when Ethan is pretending to be one of Rosemary's stuffed monkeys. It's silly and cartoonish but it really shows the depth of Ethan and just how much he loves his daughter.

5. Ethan's become such a little shit by the time Village rolls around. He may be yet another human* trapped in a Romanian hellscape with mutated nightmares, but by god is Ethan willing to verbally beat you down if you step in his way. "Looks like your outside matches your inside now, psycho witch." he shouts at Lady D. in her Dragon form." Or when he talks down to Moreau after killing him. "In death as he was in life. Disgusting." And the delivery of that disgusting too was just *chef's kiss*

6. When Ethan is killed by Miranda and is in the Purgatory state with Eveline. Even though the effects make it seem really hard to make out what Ethan is trying to say, I also think it genuinely is because Ethan is freezing, his body has gone cold, his body has given up on him at this point and Eveline reveals the truth. Ethan has always been dead. Ethan is shocked at this realization. His whole life for these past three years have been a lie. But to see Ethan drag himself up again solely for the sake of saving his daughter? UGH. SO GOOD.

7. The entire ending cutscene where Chris is helping carry Ethan and Rosemary out of the Altar and back to the Helicopter. It's honestly so heartbreaking. Once we saw Ethan's good hand start to disintegrate, we knew. Ethan's time was up. Ethan's body had taken on too much damage and the Mold couldn't keep him alive much longer. His final words while alive in this phase still make me choke up every time. "Mia..? I'm so sorry... I love you... Keep Rose safe. Watch over her.. Teach her to be strong.. Goodbye Rosemary." In Ethan's last conscious moments the only thing that mattered to him were his wife and his daughter. I.. i need a moment..

Ethan Winters was different than any other Resident Evil protagonist. He wasn't some ex-air force pilot turned sharpshooter, super-cop who punches boulders. He wasn't an ex-army master of unlocking turned international savior and founder of a paramilitary group created to stop bioweapons. He wasn't a rookie cop turned direct operative for this universe's version of the Secret Service who saves the president's daughter. Ethan is just a regular systems engineer from California who loves his wife so much he was willing to drop everything for a chance to save her. Ethan's just a civilian forced to survive the world of Resident Evil. Hell, Ethan didn't survive, Ethan Winters was killed by Jack Baker after Jack stomped on Ethan's head. What we know as and see as Ethan is really a collection of mold that re-animated Ethan and took over his body and personality. It's downright horrific when you think about it.

Ethan being a dead man walking is something that I've thought about a lot since finishing Village for the first time. To know that Ethan isn't Ethan, but instead is just a collection of mold cells that used his body and has dog-eared his consciousness and personality is insane to me. Not only was Ethan able to resist Eveline, the source of the mold that created the thing that became Ethan, but he was able to resist The Black God (the Megamycete) completely. The mold collective that was Ethan Winters was able to fully retain Ethan's shape, form, appearance, consciousness and be completely unaffected by most external factors. Even in Resident Evil biological terms, what Ethan Winters was, was nothing short of a miracle. When Ethan "dies" in the game during a game over screen we don't see him mutate into your usual flavors of Resident Evil biological nonsense. We never saw Ethan disintegrate after dying (if he did it was done off screen but bleh) Ethan was a full-fledged human while absolutely not being one.

The complications and plot holes that this opens are very numerous. Why exactly was Ethan able to maintain so much of himself despite purely being a mold being? How was Ethan able to resist even Mother Miranda even while being directly connected to the Megamycete? The source of ALL of the mold infection? How was Ethan able to sexually reproduce and make a (mostly) normal human? How did Mia not get re-infected with the mold by having sex with Ethan? Why didn't Ethan mutate as opposed to say Jack despite having similar regenerative abilities? If the BSAA was able to physically remove mold spores from both Ethan AND Mia, how did they not realize that Ethan was even more infected than Mia?

Don't get me started on Mia, she's getting her own rant soon enough but Mia while being just as much a victim of this situation as Ethan, Mia Winters is easily one of the worst characters as a person in Resident Evil. She lied to Ethan about her occupation as a researcher for The Connections, she physically assaults Ethan on multiple occasions (she was infected by Mold and under Eveline's influence I'll give her a pass here.) But most importantly Mia is fully aware that Ethan is still infected with the mold. This is compounded by the fact that originally in RE7 we were told that Mia was just Eveline's handler. When in reality at the Exposition Bombing at the end of Village we see a photograph (see below) showing that Mia and Miranda weren't strangers. They knew each other enough to take a picture with each other. Mia wasn't just a handler, she was a full-blown researcher and scientist with The Connections and she was fully aware of the extent of Ethan's infection. Yet she willingly allowed herself to be impregnated by a molded Ethan. She sits on the secret for a long time, she almost even tells Ethan the truth in an argument a week prior to the events of Village. Yet she doesn't. I want to give a lore-related theory/explanation to this. I can't remember exactly which game it was but Wesker had entered into a file that he hypothesized that the human psyche plays an impact on mutations on highly mutagenic strains of viruses. I.e. think about how Alexia became this bulbous, insect queen in her second form because she saw herself as royalty, genetically superior and above all else. Mia had no idea what would have happened if she told Ethan the truth, she didn't know what would have happened to Ethan whether he would have just had a full-on mental breakdown or if he would have mutated because his psyche would have become so fractured. Let alone what would have happened to her family. Because while Mia may have been duplicitous and lied to Ethan both in RE7 and Village: Mia genuinely loved Ethan. I don't think there's any way we can debate that.

(The person on the far right of the image is Mia. The woman to the left of the little girl is Miranda. The little girl is Eveline. Mia and Miranda weren't strangers. Which begs the question: why did Miranda keep Mia alive in her lab?)

Ethan Winters is a character who has left a huge impact in only two games. While he's your generic everyman protagonist with a little bit of biting sarcasm in RE7. By the time Village rolls around Ethan is a fully-fleshed character. We get our actions survivor back but this time with basic military training, even more sarcasm, and now with the full range of emotions. We get to see Ethan as a tender and loving father towards his daughter, from criticizing Mia (Miranda) for reading a scary pop-up book with Rose to him swaddling his daughter as she starts stirring and crying. To holding onto Rose tightly but ever-so tenderly as Ethan is physically falling apart and carbonizing. We watch Ethan cry as the people he tries to help die around him, we see Ethan filled with abject and carnal rage towards his adversaries. Ethan truly is Resident Evil's titleholder for best dad. (Sorry Barry lol) and for a character with no face that we can see during the main game, Ethan is exceptionally expressive and emotional and shockingly so human for this franchise.

I'm beyond excited for what Shadow of Rose: the DLC for village will bring. My theory is that since Rosemary has gained access to a remaining sample of the Megamycete, we probably will see Ethan again in some way/shape/form since the Megamycete absorbs the consciousness of all who die within the reach of its roots. Whether or not Ethan is corrupted or he finally reunites with the daughter he loved so much is yet to be seen. But I would love to see a tender moment where Ethan pulls Rose into the tightest of hugs. He remarks how he's been inside of her watching her through her connection to the mold. Ethan would be profusely apologetic about not being there for her, but that he's so incredibly proud of the strong young woman she's become.

Ethan Winters deserves more love and recognition and it's a crime he doesn't get his pearls. I love this daddliest catch of a man who literally goes through HELL just to save his daughter. It broke my heart when Ethan died, just like it did when I saw Piers die from Resident Evil 6. But we got a fantastic character out of all of these two games. So go on Mr. Winters, smile. I hope whatever afterlife you are on you're loved and valued.

#ethan winters #resident evil 7 #resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #karl heisenberg #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #mother miranda #mia winters #rosemary winters #Chris redfield #resident evil #LONG POST GOD #eveline re7 #jack baker #The moldiest daddliest man

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Deprived | Nine

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing (dont think there's anything else but lmk!) word count: 2.8k a/n: this one is kinda a filler chapter but TRUST it's only gonna get crazier from here.

pov: layla

I didn't want to go to school but I despised being home even more right now. My father and I had gotten in yet another screaming match the night before and I was sure it would continue through the day if I didn't leave the house. I managed to drag myself out of bed, trying to make myself look somewhat presentable today. I usually didn't care what I looked like at school but in order to make myself feel better, I decided it was a good idea to dress a little more presentable.

I entered the school grounds, glad I decided it was a good idea to put it in a high ponytail to avoid my hair being blown in my face by the wind. I hummed along to the music in my headphones, ignoring people's usual stares as I kept my head down to the ground to make sure there was no black ice as I walked quickly.

I felt a pair of hands nip at my hips from behind causing me to yelp, spinning around quickly and taking a headphone out only to see it was Matt with a smirk on his lips.

"Hey pretty girl," he looked down at me and I shoved his chest back, pausing my music and pulling my other headphone out of my ear.

"Hi jackass," I rolled my eyes, pulling my long sleeve white t-shirt down that was under my leather jacket. It was then that I noticed Matt and I had similar outfits on. He with a plain white shirt and a letterman jacket as well as blue jeans and his usual white air forces while I wore my long-sleeved white shirt, leather jacket, black jeans and ratty white Converses.

"Oh come on. Don't be like that," he wrapped his arm around my shoulders as he pulled me towards his car where Allie, Chris, Nate and Nick were standing.

"You guys are here awfully early," I furrowed my eyebrows as we approached them.

"No thanks to Matt," Chris grumbled as he leaned on the hood of his car, laying his head on Allie's shoulder as he looked at me tiredly.

"Do you all go in the same car?" I asked, confusion covering my face and Nate shook his head.

"Usually I drive Allie here but Matt offered to pick us up today," Nate explained and I nodded, chewing on my lip as Allie smiled at me.

"Cute outfit," she beamed and I smiled at her with a shrug, Matt's arm around my shoulders restricting the movement.

"Thanks. I wanted to put in a little effort today," I explained and she nodded, a knowing smile on her lips as he glanced between Matt and I.

"Is Mia coming later?" Nick asked Matt and he sighed, running a hand over his face.

"Yeah she insisted she had to go," Matt said, an unimpressed tone underlying his words and my eyebrows furrowed.

"What's later?" I asked, not wanting to sound too intrusive but I was curious as to what they were talking about.

"Movie night at our house," Nick responded, a smile now on his lips and I nodded, pursing my lips, "You should come."

My eyebrows shot up in surprise when the words fell from his mouth, Nick being the last person I would've expected to invite me but I mumbled, "I don't know if Mia would want me to."

"What would Mia not want?" I heard a voice behind me and everyone turned their heads to look at Mia who looked like she was freezing her ass off in her cheer uniform.

At least Allie had the brains to wear a jacket and tights.

"Layla's coming tonight," Matt deadpanned, voice unwavering and Mia raised her eyebrows. She tried not to let it show on her face that she hated that idea by nodding but I could tell she wasn't impressed.

"Great," she mumbled, moving to stand between Matt and Nate, her eyes glancing at Matt's arm around my shoulders.

"What kinda movies are we talking about here?" I asked, turning my attention back to Nick since he was the one who invited me.

"Horror!" Nate raised his voice and everyone groaned but I shrugged, giving him a downturned smile.

"I could get with that," I smiled at him and he held his hand low for me to give him a low-five which I quickly reciprocated.

"What kind of horror?" Mia asked, eyebrows furrowed in worry and I looked at Nate who shrugged.

"Depends how scared you wanna be," he smiled at me, mischief in his face.

"Have you guys seen Hereditary?" I asked and everyone except Nate shook their heads.

"Perfect! Hereditary it is," he nodded and I pursed my lips to hide my smile as Nate smiled at me. I let out a small chuckle before nodding.

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The rest of the day flew by, Matt and Chris once again sitting next to me in English and Allie pairing up with me in gym, earning a glare from Mia. I decided to ditch them at lunch, needing time for myself outside to have a cigarette as I debated whether or not it was a good idea to join them for a movie night.

I decided it wouldn't hurt so once Allie, Mia and I finished gym, we walked straight to Matt's car where the boys stood waiting. From a distance, I could see Chris and Nate were fake fighting each other making me shake my head as we approached them.

"I didn't know you had tattoos," Nick's surprised face met mine as he looked down at my thighs where a few black tattoos were exposed from my gym shorts.

"Yeah I have more on my arms," I shrugged and he smiled, nodding his head with an impressed look.

"Alright, let's go!" Matt announced as he jumped in the driver's seat. Chris jumped in the passenger seat, Nick behind Matt and Nate behind Chris. Mia hopped in next sitting behind Nate and Mia climbed in to sit next to her, the only seat being left was beside Mia and behind Nick.

I was thankful Mia and Allie were both smaller than me and I could fit in the back with them with my long limbs. Matt made sure we were all buckled in before he pulled out of the parking lot, Chris playing his usual trap music on the aux.

"For the record," Allie leaned over to talk to me quietly, "I like when you're on aux more."

I smiled at her with a roll of my eyes, dismissing her statement with a wave of my hand. A few minutes passed as I looked out at the small window of the backseat, noticing we were going into a nicer part of the state.

"Chris, can you put something better on?" Allie groaned and Chris turned around giving her an unimpressed look as he turned the music down.

"And what would you suggest Al?" he asked her, sarcasm in his words and she smiled sweetly at him.

"Harry Styles," she nodded and he groaned, falling back into his seat before I heard the familiar sound of the intro to Fine Line by Harry Styles started to play.

I picked up quickly that Chris had a soft spot for Allie and I can't say I blame him. She looked like she wouldn't hurt a fly even if she won a million dollars for it.

By the time the song came to an end, we pulled up to the two-story house that looked exponentially nicer than my own. Nick and Nate climbed out of the car before I got out, Allie behind me and then Mia. Once we all had our belongings and the doors were closed, Matt locked the car and we made our way inside the house.

I followed behind everyone since they all seemed familiar with the house. I made a mental map in my head of how to get back to the school in case I wanted to leave. We entered the large living area, Nate throwing himself on the three-seater couch and Chris rolled his eyes.

"I'll get the snacks," Chris said before walking out the door to where I could see the kitchen.

"I'll get blankets and pillows," Nick announced before running up the stairs and Nate grabbed the remote beside his head, turning the TV on.

"Nate you're taking up the whole fucking couch," Mia deadpanned and with a groan, Nate sat up. Mia placed herself on one end of the couch as Matt sat down beside her.

"That's where Nick sits so you can sit with me and Chris on the floor," Allie explained, pointing to the armchair that was to Mia's left and I nodded.

She placed herself on the carpet in front of Mia, leaning back onto the couch as Mia crossed her legs. I placed myself beside Allie, Matt sitting behind me. I leaned forward, not sure if he was okay with me leaning on the couch between his legs.

Chris returned with both arms full of snacks, placing them on the floor in front of me before saying, "Drinks?"

"Pepsi!" Allie beamed and he nodded, turning his attention to me,

"Uh, the same is fine," I gave him a half-hearted smile and he once again nodded.

Nate asked for a water, Matt a root beer and Mia also got water. Nick called from the top of the stairs, "Lemonade!"

Chris recounted the drinks in his head before walking back to the kitchen. Suddenly I felt something land on my head and it covered my face, realising it was a blanket.

"Nick!" I heard Matt say in an annoyed tone before the blanket was pulled off of my head. I leaned my head backwards to see Nick standing behind the couch with an apologetic look and Matt shaking his head looking down at me. There were two blankets, one for Nate, Matt and Mia and one for Allie, Chris and I. There was already a small blanket where Nick was going to sit so he didn't bother bringing another down for himself.

"You want the pillow?" Matt asked and I shrugged. He placed the pillow between his feet against the couch before he grabbed my shoulders, pulling me back so my back was resting against the couch between his legs, the pillow resting behind my lower back.

Nick rounded the couch, getting himself situated in his chair as Chris returned with the drinks. He handed them out one by one and I mumbled a small thank you, earning a smile from him. Allie handed some of the snacks to Mia and threw a bag of popcorn to Nick, leaving a bag of popcorn and Skittles for her, Chris and I to share.

"We all good?" Nate asked as Chris sat down next to me, his shoulder barely touching mine as he pulled the blanket towards him a little more. There was a chorus of agreements before Nate clicked play on the movie.

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Halfway through the movie and I had both Chris and Allie clinging onto me in fear. I had slid down slightly so my head was tilted back onto the couch and Matt hadn't moved his legs from around me once. I looked over to see Nick hiding behind his blanket and tilted my head back to see Mia clinging to Matt, hiding her face in his shoulder as he looked at the TV in dread.

Nate and I seemed to be the only ones not affected by the movie and I assumed he had also seen it before. I tilted my head back to the screen as Allie flinched against me.

"Why did you suggest this fucking movie?" Chris mumbled as he gripped my forearm with two hands and I giggled to myself.

"Because it's fun to watch everyone's reactions," I whispered back to him and he shook his head before he placed it on my shoulder making me smile to myself.

I felt something pull on my hair and I tilted my head back to see Matt still staring at the screen while his fingers fiddled with the ends of my hair. He glanced down at me before he looked down at his hands, letting go of my hair before giving me an apologetic smile.

"Wait, I need to pee," Mia suddenly announced and Nate paused the movie as Allie leaned forward, letting go of my arm to let Mia out from behind her. Mia quickly got up, jogging down the hallway and zipping into the bathroom. I lifted my arm up that Allie was no longer holding onto, flipping my ponytail back so it was lying on Matt's thigh.

Chris was still leaning against me, his weight fully on me as he let go of my arm with one hand to get his phone that was on the floor beside him. I didn't look at his phone but he pulled it away from his face, extending his arm out making me look at the phone and I realised he had his Snapchat open to take a photo.

I poked my tongue out of the corner of my mouth with my eyebrows raised as Nate held a thumbs up in the air, Allie leaning over and pouting her lips as she placed her head under my chin while Matt smiled toothily. Chris took the photo before saving it and pulled the phone back towards his face.

"Okay!" Mia appeared again as she flopped onto the couch, "We're good."

Nate played the movie again and Allie resumed her position of gripping onto my arm as Chris put his phone down. I once again felt small tugs on the end of my hair and I bit my lip to hide my smile even though I knew no one would notice since it was quite dark in the room, the only light being emitted from the TV.

As the movie continued, I snacked on some Skittles and Matt continued to play with the ends of my hair while Chris and Allie hid their faces in my shoulder at various moments. I heard shrieks of fear emit from Nick and Mia throughout the rest of the movie before the credits played and Allie let out a breath of relief.

"That was the worst movie I've ever watched," Nick stated, his unimpressed tone making me chuckle.

"I take it you guys don't watch horror movies often," I questioned and Chris hummed in agreement, still clinging onto my arm and his head on my shoulder.

"We going for round two?" Mia asked and I sat in silence, waiting for someone to respond as I played with the lint on the blanket cover Allie, Chris and I.

"What time do y'all have to leave?" Matt asked and I tilted my head back to look at him still tangling the ends of my hair in his hands.

"My dad's picking Mia and I up at 6:30," Allie explained and Matt looked at Nate.

"I gotta go in like 30 minutes. My parents want me home for dinner," Nate rolled his eyes and Matt nodded before looking down at me.

"I don't have to be home by a certain time," I shrugged and he smiled.

"Why are you're parents picking us up so early?" Mia whined, throwing her head on Matt's shoulder with a pout. Allie tilted her head back to look at her.

"Because we have to get dinner," Allie explained and Mia groaned, slouching into Matt further. I looked over when Nick chuckled to himself before he pursed his lips, looking back at the TV that had nothing playing.

I looked down at Chris who was doing something on his phone before I asked, "Uh where's the bathroom?"

"I'll show you," Matt quickly leaned forward, Mia falling off of his arm and I nodded. Chris leaned back onto the couch against Nate's legs allowing me to get up before I slid the blanket off of my legs and stood up.

Matt jumped off of the couch as I stood awkardly in the middle of the living room before he started walking down the hallway. He opened a door to the right, turning the light on before motioning me to walk inside.

I sent him a thankful smile before stepping into the bathroom. I spun around to the close the door and locked it behind myself. I quickly sat down on the toilet, feeling my phone vibrate in the pocket of my shorts. I pulled it out seeing a text from my father and a frown covered my features.

Father 5:37pm Dont bither cominh home

I sighed, locking my phone as I placed my head in my hands as I chewed on my lip. I bit down on it anxiously, thinking of where to sleep tonight and how I would get to school in the morning.

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ballerinainskzville · 1 year

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Sky - Bangchan one shot

You had been looking forward to this day the most throughout your trip to Australia. Seeing the Mamma Mia musical in Sydney. You grew up with ABBA songs as they were your parents’ favorite band.

Getting your ticket scanned, you made your way to the pit. With your seat in the second row, you giddily waited for the musical to start. You were used to traveling alone and spending time on a solo show. Visiting a musical on your own was no big deal.

The orchestra began to play, the familiar melody of Mamma Mia playing. And then you saw the actress playing the role of Sophie tonight. She was gorgeous.

Shortly enough in the show was when you saw him. The actor playing Sky. He was handsome, dimples appearing when he flashed a smile. Slim but muscular build, his wavy dark hair made the perfect Sky for the role. He hit the notes perfectly and performed like he was born to be on stage. He captivated your attention whenever he was on stage, even overpowering the solos of Donna.

During the encore when the cast plaid “Dancing Queen”, you danced along with the crowd, singing your heart out.

“You can dance!”, you sang and pointed your heart out. And froze. The actor in Sky was pointing at you too. He looked at you curiously before flashing a smile and returning to the choreography. You blinked and returned to the crowds, swaying to the music. It was like the world had stopped for a couple of seconds.

After the show was done, you happily skipped through the streets, the songs of Mamma Mia still ringing in your ears. The musical did not disappoint you, it was the perfect way to end your trip.

Another glance at your phone showed you that your bus was coming in 10 minutes. Your AirPods battery had run out earlier in the day so you looked up, looking around the nightlife of Sydney. You were standing next to a mother and her younger son. Probably waiting for the same bus.

And then another person stepped closer to you. You turned your head, just to be safe, who it was.

It was the actor!

You gasped as you realized it was him. He looked even more handsome up close, out of his show clothes. He had removed his makeup, his eyebrows looked a bit shuffled. Making him look younger.

He then turned his head too, and his eyes widened. “Oh, weren’t you in the show just now?”. He recognized you. Oh wow. You nodded shyly. “Yes, I was. It was a great show, by the way. You did an amazing job”, you complimented him with the truth. He flashed you a smile and your knees threatened to give up. He was so beautiful-

“Thank you! It’s my first big job on stage so I’m doing my best. It means a lot to me to hear this. Are you on your own?”, he then looked around to see if you were accompanied by someone. You nodded at the guy. “Yes, I’m traveling on my own. It’s my last night here in Australia actually”

Why were you telling a stranger this information? But he looked very trustworthy, in your defense. Tell this to the police officers when they found your body.

“Oh, that’s very brave, respect. And you liked your stay?”

“Yes, it was the best solo travel session I had so far”

He mirrored your smile and then tilted his head. “Would you… like to grab something together? Like ice cream? It’s a bit too late for coffee but maybe we could chat a little. I promise you, I’m not trying to lure you into something!”, he shook his head, arms crossed over his chest. You thought for a second before you nodded. “Sounds good actually. What’s your name by the way? I’m Y/N”

“It’s Chris. Technically my Korean name is Bang Chan but everyone calls me Chris”

“What would you like me to call you?”

His lips turned into a grin and you just said: “please don’t say the pickup line with TONIGHT”. He laughed heartily and shook his head.

“You can call me either. I’m fine with both. You have a very pretty name”

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Never Fly Near Giant Mold Monsters

This story is set in Resident Evil 8 Village. An AU of Chris calling on Leon's help with the Megamycete.

Ship: Chreon Words: 2,938 Contains: blood, death, angst, slight fluff.

Chris had been sitting in a tent his team set up in the forest, holding his phone in both hands. He was contemplating on calling Leon, they hadn't spoken in two weeks and the first thing he was going to ask was for help. Chris knew he would be here as soon as he could, but this was big. He had Ethan somewhere in Heisenberg's domain, his men keeping track of his whereabouts while they all worked behind the scenes to try and find Miranda. She had kept slipping out of his sight for 3 years now, but now that she had basically told them where she was, it was just a matter of searching every inch until they find her.

Chris hadn't slept in what felt like weeks, feeling like he had let the Winters family down after trying to keep them safe. Damn it! Why did everything he do blow up in his face lately? Rose had been taken, Mia was missing, and Ethan was being beaten to a bloody pulp by every creature in this god forsaken village.

He looks down to his phone one more time, he can't do this alone, he needed help, and who else than Leon? Pressing the call button on Leon's name he places the phone up to his right ear, praying to whatever had been keeping him and Leon alive for all these years, that he wasn't on another vacation he would be pulling him from. "Chris? It's been a while." Leon answered almost soon after the call had come through. "Leon." Chris seemed to pause, long enough for Leon to pick up on something. "Chris? What's wrong? Has something happened?" There was concern in the slightly younger man's voice over the phone after hearing the long silence. "Well. Yes and no? You know the Mold I found a few years ago in Louisiana?" "Yeah? Don't tell me you found more of it?"

"I have, and this seems to be the rout cause of it. I ran into a few problems with the Winters family, again. Mia had been replaced by a woman by the name of Mother Miranda." Chris explained the whole situation to Leon. Everything from him shooting her in the safe house, to Rose being kidnapped and now Ethan gone rogue in the village. "You didn't think to tell me any of this? How long have you been after Miranda?" Leon asks, annoyance in his voice. "3 years..." Chris said squinting as he waits for the earful from the other side of the line. "3... 3 YEARS?!" There was the sound of shuffling from Leons end of the line and Chris could only imagine he had been sitting down, now standing on his feet, probably pacing. "Right.. Where are you? I'll grab a small team and come to you."

"Romania, I'll send you my coordinates now." Chris says pulling the phone from his ear and sending through his exact location. Putting his phone back up to his ear, Chris waits for confirmation.

"Got it. I'll be there as soon as possible, I'm currently in Germany. Just took care of some BOWs." Leon explains almost about to hang up.

"And Leon?" Chris said quickly sensing he was about to end the conversation.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks, I really need your help." He said smiling softly.

"Don't mention it, I'll be there as soon as I can. Stay safe." Leon then hung up so he could make his way to Chris as fast as possible. Cursing under his breath as he gets to calling the few people left from his current mission.

"Love you too." Chris said to the phone with a sigh.

-----*Several Hours Later*-----

Chris was staring at the Village from the top of a hill his unit had set up camp on. Arms crossed over his chest sighing heavily, his breath visible in the freezing air. Pulling out a cigarette, Chris lights it, sucking on the butt he felt a slight amount of tension leaving his shoulders. A glint on his left hand catching his eye as he looks to the golden wedding band on his ring finger, giving it a small twist on his finger his ears perk up. That was the sound of a chopper, Leon was here. Taking one more suck of the cigarette he drops it on the snow covered ground and stomps it out. Looking out over the towards the mountains behind the castle, a black helicopter had appeared. Flying over the center of the village, Chris could feel his tense shoulders relaxing.

"That your backup, Alpha?" Speaks a male's voice fully kitted out, ready for whatever would be coming, they had already lost two people in their group by being here, he didn't want to be next. Chris only gives a nod as something below the helicopter caught his eye, reaching for the sniper rifle the man beside him was holding, he looks through the scope. His eyes widen as he saw a large arm of the mold bursting up from the ground. Chris reaches for his phone, handing the rifle back to his man as he calls Leon.

"I'm just over the village, can't you wait for me to land?" Leon quips, a smile on his face.

"Ascend! NOW!"

"What?" Leon didn't have time to think before the black mold had wiped the entire tail of the Helicopter away from the body. "Shit!" Was all Chris heard before the call was hung up. Chris watched in horror as the helicopter started to spin out of control, he notes which direction it was heading and runs as fast as he could calling anyone who gets to the car to come with him. Two of the men in his group were ready and hopped in the vehicle, Chris took off in the direction the helicopter had just crash landed. Driving over small trees and leaping off a few small cliffs they made their way to a small clearing, Leon had managed to direct the vehicle there. Better to be in an opening rather than in a bunch of trees. Chris puts the vehicle in park and runs out of the car towards the wrecked helicopter. A body was on the ground, but it wasn't Leon. Directing one of the two men to check on him, Chris saw Leon's figure lying on the ground of the passenger section of the vehicle. Fire engulfing the entrance as on of the others had been impaled by metal, already a charcoaled corpse.

Chris rips off his large black coat and runs over to the wreckage, leaping through the fire and landing next to Leon's body. He picks him up gently in his arms standing to his feet. Hopping slightly on his heals as he exhales, psyching himself up to run back through the flames. There was a hissing sound coming from the back of the helicopter giving him the signal that there was a tank about to explode. He leaps through the fire just as the explosion pushes him further through the air, wrapping an arm around Leon's torso, a hand cradling his head into Chris' chest as he hits the ground. Rolling in the snow Chris grunts as he was laying on Leon's limp body, he looks back at the helicopter. Moving to his knees Chris hooks his hands under Leon's arms, dragging him back away from the helicopter. Just in case it decided to blow up again. "Leon!" He calls trying to wake the unconscious male in his arms. Gently resting him down in the snow Chris kneels on Leon's right side. A gloved hand resting on Leon's chest as he lay in the snow. Nose and mouth bleeding, a large gash on his left shoulder and another unknown injury causing his navy blue, button up to be soaked in blood on the right side of his lower abdomen.

Chris looks over his husband's body, laying there in front of him in the snow. "Leon! Damn it! Don't do this to me!" He said cupping Leon's face in his gloved hands. One of his other men that had joined him here, walks over holding out Chris' black coat he had ripped off his body before leaping into the flames. Taking the coat with a look of thank you to his man, Chris placed it under Leon's head. He then pulls up Leon's shirt, revealing a large, bleeding gash to his lower abdomen. "First aid kit, STAT!" He looked up to the man still standing beside Leon. Nodding the man runs to the car grabbing a second kit and hurries back to Chris. Kneeling down the man pulls out some supplies. Chris had done a quick examination of the wound while waiting, concluding it wasn't deep enough to have done any serious damage. Maybe the muscle was broken through, but not any deeper.

Chris immediately grabs the alcohol wipes and cleans away as much blood as he could, doing a quick swab inside the wound. He then begins to sew up the wound, once finished he sits Leon up with the help of the other man and wraps a bandage around his lower abdomen as well as his shoulder. Chris had done the same treatment there. Relaxing slightly, Chris looks over to the second man of his group, who was walking over to the three of them. "He's gone, sir." He addresses. Kneeling down beside his teammate. "Damn it!" Chris punches the ground, his head hanging low. Looking to Leon still unconscious in the snow he couldn't help but feel tears threatening to leave his eyes. He had put them all at risk, he shouldn't have called.

"Sir... Alpha." One of the men called trying to get Chris' attention. He then lifts his head to look up at Men. "We should get him back to camp."

"Right." Chris replied. Taking the coat from under Leon's head, he placed it over his body and scoops him up in his arms once again. Walking to the large vehicle he had driven here in a hurry, Chris slides into the back, Leon's head on his lap as the other two sit in the front. "We'll get him to camp and he'll be fine." The man sitting in the driver's seat assured his boss as he started to drive back.

Once at camp he climbs out, pulling Leon into his arms once again, walking him into the medical tent where two of his team lay under white sheets. He averts his gaze and places Leon down on one of the cots, pulling up a stool beside him. The medic of the group takes a look at Chris' handy work, giving a nod and fixes Leon up a little more while checking on his vitals. She places a hand on Chris' shoulder to comfort him. "You did good, Alpha. Quick thinking on your part, the wound on his stomach hasn't done too much damage. He'll live." She assured, placing an oxygen mask over Leon's nose and mouth to help combat the smoke in his lungs. I'll come back and check on him in a moment. I'll give you two some time alone. And Alpha? Don't beat yourself up. You didn't know this would happen." She said patting Chris' back before she leaves. Chris was now in there alone with Leon, he reaches up to take his hand but stops when he sees the blood soaked into his gloves. Ripping them off he throws them to the ground and wipes his hands on his pants, trying to remove any blood that had soaked through.

Now taking Leon's hand from under his coat still on his husband's body, Chris held it tight, his thumb caressing the back of Leon's left hand. Running his fingers over the bloodied wedding band on Leon's finger, he couldn't help but break down. Tears streaming down his cheeks as he brought his head down to Leon's hand, holding the back of it to his own forehead as he cried silently.

-----*20 Minutes Later*-----

Chris had profusely apologised to Leon as he cried, but after a while he had gathered himself and made is way out of the medical tent. Calling his team together around the map. They had started to make a plan as he couldn't just sit around, there was Mold bursting out of the ground everywhere in the village, they needed to make a move. His team gets a visual on as much of the Mold as they could from their vantage point and makes a note of it on the map. "Alpha." Called a female voice, she had Chris turning his head as soon as he heard her speak. "Someone would like to see you." She smiled.

Her smile caused a sharp pain in Chris' gut, pure relief knowing Leon was alright and now awake. Rushing past her and to the Medical tent, Chris bursts through the material doors, immediately looking in the direction of Leon's cot he had placed him on. Bright blue eyes were staring at him when he had entered, the oxygen mask off his face and now replaced with a tube, tucked behind his ears to keep it in place under her nose. Chris jogs over to Leon and falls to his knees, placing his hands on either side of his face, kissing him. A long, wet kiss as Chris had already started crying once seeing his husband looking back at him. "I thought I lost you." Chris sobbed as he pulls away from the kiss and wraps his arms around Leon.

Leon only had the strength to gently pat a hand on Chris' back. "Okay..." He says weakly. Chris could hear how little strength his husband had and pulls back to give him some space, his normally hardened look that his squad knew, was now full of worry. He knew just because Leon was awake, doesn't mean he couldn't pass away at any moment due to any underlining injury, infection or still even blood loss. Leon looked around seeing the other cots empty, looking up to Chris. "My men? Did they make it?" Leon asked, having a feeling he already knew the answer. Chris just looks down and shakes his head. "Damn it!" Leon replied, resting his right hand over his eyes. Chris could tell he was trying to be strong but his bottom lip was quivering. "I shouldn't have called. I'm so, so sorry." Chris said tightening his grip on Leon's left hand. "I've caused so much pain, my squad, the Winters, you... I don't know why I'm still doing this." A gentle hand was placed on Chris' arm, causing his head to lift and look to Leon who was giving him a frown. "Don't say that, we have both lost so many men in our time. But you still keep fighting. If it weren't for you, all of this would still be getting worse. And in our line of work that just means more of a clean up." Chris could only scoff a small laugh at the thought of more of this Mold. He had found where it originated from, and from what he had experienced with this stuff, if you take out the source, the rest will crumble.

"Fine... You're right. It's just so much." Chris said, his shoulders lowering as if the weight of everything had become too heavy. Leon reaches up to place his right hand on Chris' cheek.

"I know. But we have to keep going. For the sake of this planet and the living things on it."

"Okay, now you're showing just how much blood you've lost." Chris teased, taking the hand on his cheek and pulling it to his lips, pressing a kiss on Leon's knuckles.

"You should probably get going.. It sounds like a lot is happening out there." Leon stated, not wanting to ruin the moment. But there was a job to be done.

Chris nods. "Yeah.. I'll be back soon. You get some rest and I'll see you when this is all over." He says moving to his feet, but leaning over Leon to press one more kiss to his lips before standing up. Leon held onto his husband's hand for as long as possible before he was out of reach. Leon's hand reaching out to Chris as he walks out of the tent.

"You come back to me Redfield, you hear?!" Leon called out hoping Chris would have heard him.

-----*2 hours Later*-----

Chris runs back to the chopper his squad had waiting for him, baby in his arms as he hands Rose to her mother.

"Where is Ethan?"

"Take us up we have to get out of here, NOW!" Chris says walking passed three bodies under white cloths. The Chopper takes to the skies and hurries out of the village as Chris stares at the three bodies. He feels his heart clench and felt a stabbing in his gut. There was the explosion knowing Ethan was now gone.

"Chris? What was that? Where is my husband?!"

"He's gone!" Chris says slamming his fist on the wall. He then walks over to the body placed on the seats and pulls back the cloth, revealing the pale, peace face of his husband. Falling to his knees Chris stares as Leon's face, reaching down to pull his left hand free from the cloth and holds his hand.

Mia saw the wedding rings on both their hands and placed a hand to her mouth, He was feeling the exact same loss she was right at this very moment. Standing up she walks over to place a hand on Chris' shoulder. "I tried..." Chris sobbed. "I tried to save everyone."

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