#grit freeman

[lokrow]

What we losefind of ourselves

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There is something about Falling that doesn't scare you. Perhaps because the gravity of the situation pales in comparison to the event horizon over your shoulder. Perhaps because the last time you'd closed your eyes, you'd only wished for the darkness to be swift. And for it to leave someone who could find you. When your hand fell off, you didn't go to pick it up again.

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There's something in Hades that doesn't quite feel right. You can feel it. It's not the new contract. One handed over by a woman whose smile seemed like it had to be held back from opening the halves of her face.

It's not the new place. Or the lack of belongings. But it is something that feels like something you lost.

Something that used to be there that isn't anymore. You forget one of your fingers on the countertop of the new kitchen.

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There is a name on a piece of paper in Persephone's office. And it's a name that you recognise as yours which also isn't. It's a name of convenience. It's an easier one to sign on contracts and paperwork when you moved to the US. 

It is your name. But for 41 days before this one, if your maths are correct, you had no name.

Stevenson yells in fear before realising you just forgot your finger and bringing it to you. He places it on the table next to your cup of warm coffee that is being neglected. No words are exchanged. You think you scare him a bit. You do smile.

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Visiting the local pagoda, you get a feeling you haven't had in a long time. Hearing the language of your mother spoken around you brings with it a feeling like finding your keys just before you realised you'd lost them. Even as you clearly put the people around you off with the large trench coat over your moth-eaten sweater.

As you leave, you notice the City shifting. Because your place is now outside the pagoda. And Stevenson simply walks out for a daily run, too focused on selecting a song for the run to notice you or the City.

Your left hand falls off and a young woman who notices it as you leave. "Xin lỗi." you apologise. And she smiles. Her teeth are black. Something that you remember your mother telling you about from 'back home'.

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You're walking the banks of the Phlegethon one morning. When you notice over the ridge, Jackson is introducing Stevenson to the local iwi. They smile together, bringing their heads together for hongi. You smile, Jackson has invited you also. But you are still looking for what you lost. If you lost it.

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You open Dead Drops because you're finding your collection of disparate items piling up in the small room of the apartment. Stevenson is nice but you could tell it was starting to bother him.

The first visitor is the young woman from the pagoda. You realise that you haven't properly spoken Vietnamese in some time. And you hope she doesn't notice your rustiness.

She does. She doesn't mind. She points out that you forgot your hand at the pagoda. And this time nobody else had noticed. Not even you.

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Stevenson drops by the shop one morning. He's on his daily run but he stops to sit on a folding chair with you outside the door. It's quiet. The past five decades of both of your lives have been anything but. Even the 16 year long siesta was an oh too short respite.

You were operating in the Shadows for all this time, Stevenson has never left the bright lights of the splort. Time hasn't had a hold on him and it had all too much of one on you.

There was little time to spend with yourself then… for yourself. But something about the Scattering and the Blackhole and the Fall… you know there's something to find. Perhaps it wasn't that you lost something in Hades.

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CN: Parental Loss

You find a local synagogue one day. You haven't been in… about two decades, since your father died.

You'd gone to the funeral, and told the people you'd be back. And you never were. Your dad wasn't the first dead body you'd seen. Working at the Agency and in Blaseball for about 30 years for the first and a good decade for the latter, death was something you felt insulated against.

And yet without your father, going to the synagogue always felt like it had lost its point. 

You forget your hat at the synagogue. A young man, barely an adult yet already towering above you, comes by the shop to bring it back to you and shares a few words in Hebrew which you are slightly less rusty in than Vietnamese. 

Now if anyone needed you to speak in morse code, that's one thing you never lost your practice at.

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CN: Funeral

You attend a funeral at the pagoda. The young woman's family sits in solemn silence. Linh lays in a casket with a faint smile on her face. The young man from the synagogue can't hold back the tears, wiping them and staining the white robes he's wearing. Yet, he stands still and quiet as a spirit medium sings. Not even your mother remembered these songs. And Linh had never even told you his name.

When you lose your right hand at the pagoda that evening, just after placing your offering, there's no one there to notice and bring it back to you.

You're sitting on your folding chair outside the shop. Your right hand still not recovered, you must have forgotten it somewhere. It'll turn up. You have a hook for exactly those situations.

The view isn't so pretty, the city has moved Dead Drops to face the Admin building and something about the hard stone face of the building in which Hades works sours your mood. "A better view would be nice.".

The City shifts. And you find yourself now looking at the more charming view of the harbour. "Cám ơn." You thank into the empty space. 

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Abner comes by the shop. It's maybe a couple of days later and you know his name now. He's found your hand, or rather, Linh's mother found your hand and had no idea what to do with it besides take it home and leave a note on the community board at the pagoda. 

Regardless, he's brought it back.

He sits next to you on a folding chair. You don't say a word after thanking him, he speaks Yiddish but you know too little of it to hold a conversation in. Which doesn't seem to be what he needs at the moment. 

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The next Fall will happen soon. Stevenson mentioned it. Despite his appearance, the man has lived as long as you have. You just have the arthritis to match the number of turns around the sun.

He's helping you reorganise the shop to be more efficient with the space. As you keep finding lost things. Except for your ring and little finger. They'll turn up.

"Why do you keep all of this? You don't even know that anyone remembers they lost these things." Stevenson asks after placing a box on a high shelf. "It's not the things that are lost. It's the people." You say with a smile. Your teeth are black. "I'm just making sure they find their rightful place. This is just for the meantime, until the right person comes along.".

You place a glass sculpture of an ox into the glass case behind you. Ah, that's where your fingers were.

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You take your first official case on the eve of the fall. Someone from the synagogue has lost a ring. A family heirloom. They told you all of their whereabouts in Hades since they lost it. You can see on their face that they don't believe you'll find it. You could barely find your head if you lost it. Of the latter they are correct. 

Tracing back the trail takes time, the City shifts all the time but you've noticed the details in the seams of the patchwork city. The different stones, the wood, the different pavement. Hades ebbs and flows, never static. And yet. You can follow the plan. It is still a city with rules. Even if those rules sometimes find themselves at odds with common assumptions.

The trail ends in what is now a dark alley around the back of the pagoda. Two days ago it was part of the main street Stevenson runs every day. A week before that. It was the street outside the synagogue.

"Some light please." You ask politely into the empty space. The City shifts. And a lamppost from an adjacent street lands next to you. And sure enough. A glint in the pavement.

And you've found the ring.

[valveorangebox]

Getting back into blaseball. I hope grit has a good season. I love the crabs but I also love grit freeman

[hadesblaseball]

The center of our rotation - Grit Freeman!

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[saintaviator]

been doin redraws as warmups w these two dorks ^^ ID in alt text!

[prinnamon]

he doesn't look like himself without the glasses... somehow i made him look even less like himself when i digitized the sketch. that might as well just be ryan sullivan with facial hair. well this may not be my best felix but i can force the world to look at him anyway

[forthewomenonly]

Possessive

Warnings: NSFW, smut, GAYS, Amber Freeman x fem reader (implied no pronouns used), daddy kink, dubcon, fingering(r receiving), oral(r receiving), toxic relationship, Amber’s kinda bitchy in this one a/n: Had fun writing this one, enjoy my loves! Amber Freeman is the epitome of possessiveness. You knew it, she knew it, hell, everyone in Woodsboro must have known it from the way she had her arm wrapped tightly around your waist. Her fingers digging into the flesh of your hip, the other hand grasping her cup of liquor in an ironclad grip, head poised ready to stare daggers at anyone who so much as dared to look in your direction.  “let’s go home baby” she purrs in your ear. It wasn’t a suggestion it was a statement, you would be going home whenever Amber wanted, of course you would. You always did exactly what she asked of you. There was a double meaning to her declaration, she wanted you home and away from prying eyes, nearly as much as she wanted you home and naked in her bed. “Few more minutes  Am.” you mumble out. The alcohol clearly settling in your system as your plead is barely coherent. But Amber hears it. Of course she does. Her hand snaps down to look at you, eyes narrowing as she takes in your slightly intoxicated figure. Wordlessly she drags you through the front door ignoring your displeased grumbles as she all but pushes you into the passenger seat of her car, buckling your seat belt.  “What the fuck Amber, I don’t want to go home yet!” you snap at your girlfriend as she starts the ignition. Her hand stills on the car keys, turning her head slowly to meet your gaze. She’s angry you can tell, and suddenly you’re sobering up, acutely aware of your seething girlfriend. “You’re lucky I even let you go to that fucking party.” she says through gritted teeth, her knuckles turning white as she grips the steering wheel impossibly tight. “Take me home Amber.” You spit out, unsure of where this false sense of confidence is coming from.  “We are going home brat.” she counters. “No, not your home. My home.” She remains silent. Part of you wishes she would say something just so that you could gauge her mood. But she doesn’t. She doesn’t acknowledge you and stays eerily silent. Amber tunes out your protests as she speeds past your house. You should have known better anyway. When she pulls into her driveway she swiftly exits the car, basically carrying you into her house as you struggle against her arms. She drags you upstairs, throwing you on her bed. She towers over to as you push yourself up onto your elbows. Amber pushes herself onto you kissing you with fervor, you moan surprised and subconsciously buck your hips up into her own. She takes your shirt off and starts unbuttoning your pants before you push her back by her shoulders. “I’m not letting you fuck me tonight tonight Am, I’m mad at you.” you say with indignation. A fake pout graces her lips, mocking you “oh baby you’re mad? Not gonna let Daddy make it up to you?” you whimper in response but don’t say anything as you stare at her blankly. Amber sighs heavily before removing your pants and underwear in one swift motion.  “How about this then, I’ll stop...if you’re not wet.” You’re suddenly all too aware of the burning heat pooling between your thighs and you’re positive that you’re absolutely soaked at this point. Amber recognizes it too as her hand resurfaces from your slick heat.  “Oh would you look at that! You’re fucking dripping all over my sheets baby!” she says not at all surprised.  “So messy” she tuts, as she leans down coming face to face with the place you need her most. Your body shudders and your eyes shut close as you feel Amber exhale into your cunt. She licks a stripe up your lips, flexing her tongue when she reaches your pulsing clit. You grind your hips down onto Amber’s face and she presses her hand on your waist to keep you still, her other hand teasing your hard nipples through the fabric of you bra. Once she’s done playing with your chest, Amber moves her free hand and pushes two fingers inside of you.  “Oh f-fuck Daddy please” you moan loudly. Amber groans into your slit and curls her fingers, abusing the spongy spot inside of you that has your eyes rolling back into your head.  “You wanna cum?” she asks rhetorically lifting her head up. She knows the answer, she can feel your walls sucking her fingers in deeper. “Yes” you gasp out “needa’ cum, need you to make me cum please.” Amber redoubles her efforts leaving you squirming underneath her desperately grinding into her hand, letting her finger-fuck you as she pleases. She presses her thumb harshly onto your reddened clit. “Go ahead baby, cum for me” and you do. Gushing all over her hand as she fucks you through your orgasm.  Amber falls down onto her bed beside you, pulling you to her chest, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear, and softly running her fingers through your hair. She doesn’t apologize for making you leave the party early, she doesn’t have to. Amber was fiercely jealous but you loved her. You loved everything about her. After all, what’s a good partner if not a little possessive?

[freemansgirl]

showdown.

pairing: amber freeman x fem reader

genre: smut

summary: reader tries to make amber jealous after an argument as a way to get back at her but amber has her own ways to get back at reader

words: 3.2k

warnings: unhealthy on and off toxic relationship mentioned, dom!amber, g!p! amber (amber has a dick, so if you dont like it, dont read), daddy kink, degrading kink, bratty reader, blowjob, facefucking, dacryphilia, deep throating

hot on your heels, amber freeman searched everywhere for you at this party.

she was growing angrier and angrier because she couldn't find you anywhere she went. she started asking her friends have they seen any sign of you. tara? “no, haven’t seen her.” wes? “i last saw her on the dance floor, dancing on someone.”

at the sound of that, oh she immediately gritted her teeth and that’s when anger was seeping into her face. "She—what, now?" amber replied, holding two drinks in her hands—one for her and one for you—as her eyes pierced deeply into wes’s. the platinum blonde haired boy took notice of how amber’s pale hands begin to clench around the cups. she was began to turn on her heels to go to where the dance floor was, which was in the center of the living room until wes grabbed her wrist. knowing how scary amber can get when she’s mad, he immediately tried to calm her down, “amber, wait! i don’t know if she’s-“

however, his persuasion and grip on the raven haired girl’s wrist was not enough to stop her to go into the crowd. as soon as he grabbed her wrist, she yanked it away from him and said, "save it, wes." with a hand up to his face and started to walk away from the conversation. wes stood there, with his mouth shut from the sentence he originally was forming. he was going to warn your girlfriend that you may not still be there, he’s just going off the LAST time he saw you. regardless, he wasn’t wrong though, because you were currently out dancing on the floor with some girl.

you were currently tipsy off your ass and just wanted to have some fun to forget all of the drama and arguing that started between you and your girlfriend. the argument started as the two of you were getting ready for this party at her house, then it dragged on even more into the car. the argument was centered around the fact that you were spending too much time with your friends and not her, which caused lots of tension between you two. you guys were like that toxic but clingy on and off couple that everyone knew at school that would argue over the dumbest things but get right back together soon. even you and amber’s main friend group were so sick of you two. at this point, you honestly had enough of her jealous yet possessive antics, and could care less if the two of you broke up for good this time…. or so you thought.

that was a lie and you knew that. amber was unnecessarily overbearing and possessive, but there was just something about her that made you love her too much to even consider leaving her. she was irresistible and you found yourself always running back to her, which was the issue. right now, because things are tense, you wanted to let loose and take your mind to other places…. and other people too. this is how all of this started. when you two arrived at the party, a friend talked to her and caught her off surprise, so you had left to pursue other interests. you wanted a distraction and this was the way of getting it. the only thing that will make amber even more enraged than she already is, after seeing how she treated you throughout the trip to this party, you wanted to get even with her by making her jealous, which also made you feel attracted to her since you enjoyed it when she was jealous of you.

you had already kissed what felt like, 7 girls, for shits and giggles. now, you were on your 8th girl as you began to grind your hips against hers, getting lost in the beat of the music and enjoying yourself. you can feel the girl roaming her hands all over your body as you began to bite your lip to not let out any type of noises. in the direction across from you, there was amber steadily searching for you and she did not look very happy as you can tell from her body language. she was shoving and telling people “excuse me”’s just so she can find you.

a part of you was scared but also turned on by how she angry she is, everything is coming into play now. you can’t wait to see how she is going to react to this. you begin to smirk while turning around pulling the girl’s hand to go else where. you could feel her complaining about how you ruined the mood followed behind a “why’d you stop dancing?” sentence which causes you to roll your eyes as she was slowly tuning out in your ears. you began to search for a spot, your (eye color) eyes scanning until you found a spot where there are lots of people at for you to blend in at. the two of you head over to the kitchen, you have your hands all over each other.

back to amber, as soon as she was able to reach the center of the big crowd in the living room area, she saw absolutely nothing. she was too late is what she had realized. wes had tried to warn her but she didn’t listen… this is what she gets. she begins to push through the crowd all over again after she worked so hard to get this spot of the party in the first place. next option to ask would be chad and liv, but she scratched that off of her bucket list when she was face to face with the couple. she rolled her eyes in disgust, not even wanting to bother with them as they were getting it on the couch. she now began to search for mindy, who was also kissing a girl on the couch. no need to bother with that either. it’s time like this where amber wished that her friends could be a little useful. nether less, this wasn’t going to stop her, she was going to find you, with or without help.

as amber is searching once again, you are currently having a heated makeout session with the girl from the dance flor. you start to kiss her first, your eyes opening to side eye if you see amber coming. nothing yet. you felt an immediate grip on your thighs, as you let out a soft gasp and now you feel your mouth being explore with a lot of tongue. the makeout session starts to feel like forever, you feel yourself being enjoyed by all of this until you hear a lot of commotion from people complaining and muttering underneath their breaths, basically commotion coming from the left of you. you start to ignore it once you feel a harsh tug at your arm, the force pulling you back a bit.

before, you can even exclaim and yell at the person to see who did this while you were in the middle of something, it was …amber. oh, great, here comes the showdown. boy, did she looked PISSED, she knew she was going to have some words with you in a second. she started off shouting, gesturing with one finger before continuing, "I get distracted for one SECOND, and you're off kissing another girl?!” she exclaimed, her eyes filled with a great deal of rage as she regarded you. she began to grab your hand and look to the girl that you were making out with, the girl looked frustrated but backed off because she realized the situation she was in. amber could care less if the girl knew her place, she was upset at the fact the girl was kissing on YOU, her girlfriend. “oh, and if you haven’t noticed, i’m her girlfriend.” she started to toss both of her drinks on the girl you were making out with while she spoke in a matter-of-fact manner.

the crowd circling the whole situation began to let out dramatic “ooos” and gasps, clearly instigating what just happened. the girl was drenched in juice, too stunned to speak so she could not even form a sentence to say while amber grabbed your hand and walked away with you next to her. you started to try to tell her to slow down as you can barely keep up with her in this party, especially with how crowded it was. when amber is angry, she acts so stubborn and doesn’t bother listening to you. she knew she shouldn’t have let you wear that skimpy dress out to the party, if she knew you were going to behave like this.

“that was so unnecessary! you’re causing a scene!” you protest to her, playing dumb about what just happened, but deep down you didn’t care that the girl got drinks thrown on her. you and amber were a pretty big deal at school, the whole school practically knew you two were together so the girl clearly knew what she was doing. at the sound of your protests, amber was still ignoring you and not caring. you were about to open your mouth again, but she pulled you into a bathroom. your girlfriend abruptly slammed the door extremely loud, causing you to put your hands near your ears at the loud noise.

“don’t slam the door so loud!” you whined at her, your eyes getting big and sad like a puppy dog, the disdain for the slam showing in your face. your girlfriend was in one of her moods, not trying to deal with any small talk, especially that she took notice that you were drunk, but not THAT drunk as you can still function and respond to her. she pinned you against the door causing you to be taken back by this. you gasped as a blush spread against your cheeks, at how close she was to you. she leaned in your face, there was a lot of rage showing inside of her eyes, literally staring into you.

“so care to explain what that was back there, (your name)?” she said, getting right to chase, zero time for bullshit. god, it was so hard to focus on her when she was mad. it was so scary that it was hot sometimes. “what is there to explain, amber? you saw it with your own two eyes, now i appreciate it if you’d let me go now. i don’t want to talk to you.”

another lie was told out of your mouth because you did want to see her, but you’re playing hard to get. you tried to fight out of her grasp at how hard her grip was on you but you realize you’re actually in deep shit. when you were making out with all of these girls and dancing on them, you may have felt you were in big trouble, but amber is pinning you to the wall and her face is right next to yours. there is literally no way you can get out of this one, yeah, there’s no escaping this one. “so you can go talk to other girls, but not me, your actual girlfriend?” amber fumed, her voice raising a bit louder than usual, she was getting angrier.

“yeah, i can, because you know why?” you speak mid sentence, with a mischievous glint inside of your (eye color) eyes while you smirk as your girlfriend raises your eyebrow to see what you’re getting at, “those girls actually show me what a good time is unlike you, who always wants to be in control and limit who i can and can’t talk to…” you replied back to her, your slurring voice was now sounded confident and coherent for amber to understand. your voice had a really sassy tone to it, the smirk on your lips increasing more.

the love of your life began to catch on… oh. so, that’s the game you were playing. you were trying to make her jealous and it was working. she wasn’t even in the mood for your playfulness behavior, it was actually ticking her off more. that attitude, that damn carefree attitude, made her want to fuck it out of you to show you who’s really running the relationship. “oh, really now? i’ll show you what a good time is.” amber was amused now, ready to play along with this whole game you started.

“baby, it’s about time, you finally gave in and cut the anger bullshit out. with those eyes and the way you have me pinned to this wall, you’ve been dying to fuck me, cmon.” you teased, letting out a playful snicker at the sight of her face. “and oh my god, are you seriously hard, right now? you fell right into my plan.”

it was true, your girlfriend’s bulge was sticking up in her pants and it caught your eye quickly. why should she bother with all of the tension, when she can just make up to you with how she was acting in the car? this is all just a lover’s quarrel after all. after you kept making fun of your girlfriend and acting like it was a joke (which it was), her patience with you ran thin.

since you wanted to treat things like a joke, things won’t be so funny once you’re on all fours for her dick, begging to be let up. amber realized she had to teach you a lesson, a lesson that would punish you so bad that’d you never want to cross her again. she pushed your head down to her pants roughly. you quickly started working on her as you pushed her zipper down and there were her black boxers. it was sitting right in front of you, begging to be pulled down. “since you want to act like a fucking whore tonight, you’ll be treated like one.” she declared, grabbing your neck closer to her boxers, “now pull my boxers off.”

god, she looks so good when she’s half dressed. she let go of your neck so you can quickly get to work. you pulled down the boxers all the way to her ankles and her cock sprung out. you could feel your cheeks have blush all over them, as her hard cock literally right in front of your face. you started to give little small, kitten licks all over the dick, going slow and easy on her which you can hear a huff from her mouth. your girlfriend wasn’t happy with that. “faster, (your name). let’s get to it.” she demanded, her hand grabbing your head as she slammed it on her dick, cause you to whimper in a muffled tone. she started to push your head onto you, making your head bob up and down all over her dick.

you can feel your eyes getting watery, struggling to breathe from how you feel so suffocated around her dick. in order to grab onto something for support, you grabbed your hands onto your girlfriend’s pale thighs. “you can grab onto my thighs all you want, (your name) but that isn’t going to help you.”she taunted you, as she could see your nails were digging so deep into her thighs, that it could leave some scratch marks on there. yes, it was hurting amber but it didn’t even bother her because there were better things happening right now. your eyes were look up to your girlfriend’s pleading, your big eyes watering as you can feel your tears about to come out.

at the sight of this, she was definitely smirking and probably wasn’t going to shut up about this for the rest of the night. “look at you, looking so pretty and ruined all over daddy’s dick.” she breathed out in a rushed tone of voice, taking in so much pleasure while continuing to observe you. you wanting to talk such a big game to her was like playing with fire. she knew how to get you on your knees (quite literally) and get you right where she wants you. amber was letting out really quiet, low groans as she was running her hands all over your hair. she enjoyed seeing you like this, getting all hot and bothered to seeing you crying because of her length was such an exciting feeling for her. it truly made her feel on top of the world, knowing that she had a lot of control over you.

she can feel herself getting so close as she was letting out a breathily sigh. “fuck, you look so good taking all of me like the slut that you are.” she smirked more as she continued face fucking you onto her dick, holding back a laugh at how pathetic you looked. you were talking all of that shit just for you to be struggling trying to take it especially with how much pressure she held onto your head. instead of looking hot while giving her an attitude, why not look even hotter while sucking her off? she was groaning a lot and could feel her eyes rolling back at all of the tension and your tongue circling all over her. you could tell that she was about to be close with all of these noises she kept making. you started to get off of her, while taking your hands off of her thighs to look up at her.

god, you were such a mess, clear tears were streaming down your face, ruining the pretty mascara you wore for the party. you were particularly out of breath from all of the intense sucking you just did. if you thought the big globs of mascara staining your face was enough, just look at your hair being out of place, and lastly your lip gloss being smudged due to giving her a blowjob. to clean your mess up, you licked up the lip gloss you left all over her, the lip gloss tasting like candy made it even better. once you get it all, you immediately pulled back with lots of drool connecting from her dick to your lips. “clean your drool up, so you don’t look like such a slut than you already are.” the pale-skinned girl spoke as you immediately wiped it up with your hand.

now you can see your girlfriend jerking off as she began to slowly decorate your face with the cum that was coming out. once it was all gone, she began to pull her boxers up from her ankles and back to her private area then her pants following suit. you could feel yourself gasping all of this, the cum over your face. out of embarrassment and how flustered you felt, you immediately got up to turn on the sink in the bathroom.

while you’re in the mirror wiping off the mess all over your face, you can see your girlfriend in the view of the mirror as she walked behind you. “you look better like this, and not when you’re being such a brat.” she teased, lifting up the hem of your dress and giving your bare ass a nice smack for the work you did earlier. you can feel yourself blushing furiously at the smack, not saying a word back. after this whole fiasco, you definitely knew not to go around trying to make her jealous again after the humiliation you felt seeing your cum stained face in the mirror before wiping it off with soap and water.

“c’mon, let’s go and leave this shit party, this is the most fun i had tonight here.”

[ashen-char]

i say that i hate you with a smile on my face 🔞

ship: amber freeman (scream) x gender neutral reader

warnings: explicit smut so minors get out. hate sex, sex while driving

summary: amber is furious after seeing you with another girl at a party. the only way to deal with her jealousy is to fuck it out of her.

word count: 2700+

By the time the party ends, it's almost 3am. Early hours have always felt so strange to you, so mysterious that liminal time past midnight and before the sun rises. Everything feels slower. Less alive, almost. There aren't any other cars on the street, aren't any lights on in the houses you pass as you make your way back to Amber's.

The radio is off and the streets are quiet. You almost wish that Amber would go right back to yelling at you because at least it wouldn't be this mind-numbing silence. You're so tense, shoulders stiff and defensive, your grip a vice on the wheel.

You had danced with another girl, sure.

Chad had introduced you to some new girl that Liv had befriended and told to come. You can't even remember what her name was. When Liv got roped into a night shift and couldn't go, she'd told her friend to stick to a familiar face.

Really, you think that Chad just wanted to ditch her on you so that Liv wouldn't tear him a new one for leaving her friend while he got wasted. You owed Chad a solid for helping you score a reservation at some fancy restaurant for you and Amber's anniversary after you forgot it, and you didn't see the harm. That was your first mistake.

Amber's expression is unreadable, her grip white-knuckled on her knee as she stares out the window of your car. Speaking first would feel like you lost - you still don't think you did anything wrong, feels that Amber's reaction was way too far. And you're stubborn. But Amber is even more so. And your relationship is more valuable than winning... whatever this is, so

"I didn't do anything," you say for what feels like the hundredth time that night.

"You hear how you sound right now?" Amber snarls, her own shoulders tensing up. "That's what everyone says when they're caught. I didn't do anything," she imitates your voice in a whine.

Mocking you? How mature.

Letting go of her knee, Amber folds her arms over her chest, looking away from you again. You can see her roll her eyes and scoff a “whatever” under her breath.

You grit your teeth. Possible responses whir through your brain - a joke, an apology, something to diffuse the situation. You know what you should do, know that Amber’s only jealous because she’s desperate for reassurance from you. But God is it exhausting navigating Amber's complex emotions when she doesn't even care if she hurts yours.

Tonight was supposed to be fun for fuck’s sake. You were supposed to go to a party and have a blast, not get into another stupid argument.

Amber hasn't apologised a single time since you two started dating. She hasn't once promised she'd be better like you always do for her. She had yelled at you the second you two left the party, fighting from the porch all the way to the car. She wouldn’t hear you out even once as you were vehemently denying her accusations. You truly believe that you shouldn’t be the one to apologise. Not this time.

So this time, you don't do that. Your hand reaches out, sliding over to the passenger seat until you're grazing Amber's thigh. "What did you think you saw me do, huh?" you say.

“What are you-”

"You think I touched her?" Your fingers trail their way up. The fabric of her leggings is thin, so you can feel the heat of Amber’s skin as you caress her inner thigh. It’s a tease, a war of nerves, wondering when the other will give in. "Like this?"

Amber's still worked up, blood still pumping; the adrenaline from the argument is rushing through her veins. But you know that no matter how pissed off she is at you, there’s no way she’d push you away. You swear she actually moves closer.

“You would,” Amber challenges. “You know, if I knew you were gonna be another unfaithful piece of shit, I wouldn’t have agreed to go out with you.”

You can tell from her tone that she’s trying to rile you up on purpose. Like she’s enjoying getting under your skin. She wants you as heated as she is so it becomes a level playing field. Amber does this whenever you two have a fight, like she's just waiting for you to blow up at her so you feel as insane as she does about you. You know it's all coming from the same place as the jealousy does. She feels so fucking much about you that she's begging for more. Needs retribution so bad. Needs to feel something.

"Sometimes I swear you start fights out of nowhere on purpose," you say. On her upper inner thigh now, your hand squeezes, almost hard enough to bruise. Your thumb runs up down, up down, never quite getting close enough to where she wants it. "Because you like when I touch you while you pretend to hate my guts."

"You're an idiot. Why would I want you to touch me?" Amber clenches her thighs, holding your hand in place, preventing it from slipping back down. You can hear how her breathing gets laboured. She's too stubborn to admit that she wants you to keep going, but you both know it. She can't help the mix of hatred and lust that fuels her veins right now. "I do hate you. I hate you so goddamn much."

A red light. You breathe out in relief.

Finally, your attention doesn't need to be split between the road and this argument. You can see the smile on her face as she swears that she hates you. Good. That wild look in her eyes tells you that you can be more aggressive with her. Amber loves that. 

Your hand slips up right where she wants it, until you're cupping at her center. Only a thin scrap of fabric separate your fingers from the cunt you love so much. You could do it. You could tear through her leggings and fuck the shit out of her. Amber's legs part for you and you swear you hear her whimper.

"What would you do if I did flirt with her, huh?" you say. "Would you break up with me?"

"Fuck you," she spits, though with her shortness of breath it sounds more like a plead. "I bet you wanted to get her to some spare room. You're desperate enough. Were you hoping to get your fingers wet with some other bitch even when you went there with your girlfriend?"

Her mouth is so filthy. You should do something about that. Amber shouldn't be allowed to talk right now. "What's your fucking problem? I was with you all night!"

God, this is fun. Amber's grinning and her eyes shine, the golden light coming in from the streetlights and making everything glow. You squeeze. The meat of your palm is grinding up against her clit but it isn't enough. Not with all that clothing between you. She moans, clenching her legs once more, needing more pressure there.

"You're my problem!" Amber shrieks.

Fuck.

The second you're about to leap in and devour Amber in a kiss, the light you're stopped at turns green. The car behind you honks and you're forced to turn your attention back to the road. Amber lets out a frustrated groan at that - that stupid honking throwing the moment entirely.

"You know what, screw this," she says. You hear Amber unclick her seatbelt, and before you can tell her to strap back in she grabs your hand.

"What are you-" You barely get the words out before your hand is shoved down into her leggings.

Amber's soaked. She's as sticky and warm as the last time you touched her, and you know just how good she'd taste right now too. It isn't your dominant hand - that one is busy on the wheel - so you actually haven't touched her with this one before. It's unfamiliar territory and the same all at once. She pushes her panties to the side with her own hand but it'll be yours that she makes do all the work.

"Shut up. I need this." A low guttural sound escapes her lips as she finally, finally feels your hand where she wants it. Her head tilts back and you feel her thighs squeeze at that first sharp sensation of pleasure. "Shut your mouth and drive," she practically hisses.

You have to focus on the road. The guy behind you is already pissed from how slow you were to keep driving after the green light, and how Amber had given him the middle finger. He's driving so close behind you know that a single slip up could mean a crash. You're so fucked. Especially your fingers, which Amber is sliding her slit up and down on, collecting her wetness with a satisfying shlick.

"Amber," you try to warn. As hot as this is, you do not want to get into an accident because your girlfriend was just so horny during a fight.

Her mouth hangs open in pleasure as she rubs her clit against your palm. It's so much better when you can feel her. You wish you could turn to look. But you can feel Amber's eyes on you, probably still glaring at you with the same hateful glare she had earlier.

"She wouldn't be this wet for you," she tells you.

The girl at the party could not be further from your mind right now. "I don't give a shit about her," you admit. "God, you're so wet, baby." You can feel your own excitement between your legs, can see how your windows are starting to fog up as both of your breaths heat the air.

She lets out a moan, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. "That's right. Because you're mine." Her nails dig into the flesh of your forearm, a threat to scratch you up if you so much as attempt to move away. 

Your fingers slip inside. Two at once. Amber normally likes to play the long game and build up to more, letting you tease her with one sliding in and out until she screams at you for more. But the thrill of the danger and anger and jealousy is getting to both of you. Her hips grind and wind as she rides your fingers, while your other hand desperately grips onto the wheel as you will yourself to concentrate on the road.

"Say it," Amber breathes out. "You're only mine."

A part of you thinks that'd be no fun. "You should've trusted me," you say instead. It's so much more fun when she's seething. It's like her anger is heating up her insides. She feels different. You curve your fingers inside her and she cries out.

"Fuck!"

"Yeah? You loving my fingers in your pussy?" You wriggle the two until you're pressing at the spot that always drives Amber crazy. But it's clumsy. You never use this hand and eventually it'll cramp up and get tired. You know you're doing your job well when she digs her nails in even harder and her hips thrust. Neither of you give a shit when the car behind you honks and overtakes you.

She's too wound up right now, too far gone. Her mouth twists into a vicious smile that you can't see, but you can hear it in her voice. "Y-you wish," Amber struggles out. "You think you're so good. I'm using you here, not the other way around."

She rides your fingers like that for a few minutes. As you had suspected, the lack of practice means that your forearm is already getting tired. As hot as this is, you can't pump as easily as you could if you were on a bed, not worrying about driving. You can tell that Amber is getting frustrated. Maybe that's making it better.

Everything is a blur of rage and lust until you realise you've driven right past her house. Whatever. You're dying to stop the goddamn car and set Amber right. You slam the brakes now that there's no car behind you to hit, sending the car lurching to a stop. Your fingers slide deeper into her cunt with the movement and it makes her scream.

You pull into a residential side street, one even quieter than the rest. Finding a spot to turn off the engine and throw the car into park is easy enough when your brain is putting I need to fuck her right now over safety.

The second that ignition goes off, Amber is already on you. You slip your tired hand away, the other going to her leggings and slipping them off. Her expression is still twisted in that rage that never quite goes away - she hates you, she hates you, she hates you - but she loves you so much when you shove three fingers into her.

You feel her tongue invading your mouth, probing and searching, while her hands continue to grip and claw at your clothes. It's like she's trying to claim you; she wants to take away all evidence of you being your own person, to take away your control.

"Is this what you wanted?" Amber whispers against your mouth. "Why do you make me feel like? You want to see me like this? Huh?"

It's reckless and out of control and perfect. You don't even care that any second you could get caught. You could lose yourself in this moment, in this golden haze that illuminates your fogged up windshield. The car's starting to sway with your movements.

"How do I make you feel, baby?" Her pussy feels so good as you surge your fingers in deeper. "Tell me."

"Like I'm going crazy," she whispers, her voice breaking a little with emotion. It's too much. It was too much then at the party, when she saw you dancing with some other girl, too much when you started touching her. 

Everything about what you're doing to her is bringing Amber closer and closer to that point of no return. "Like you're making me crave you." Her hips rock against you again, her breasts soft as they rub against you too.

This is Amber making you feel the way you make her feel. When you dance with other girls, when you don't text back for hours, when you forget your anniversary. Every time you brushed off an insult and didn't let a fight escalate, this is what she wanted. How pent up she must have been, swallowing down the rage and accepting your apologies.

Amber whines when your thumb grazes against her clit. Every bit of her feels like it's tingling and she's practically soaking your lap at this point. "I hate you but I can't live without you." Amber sounds like she's on the verge of tears. "It scares and excites me at the same time. I- I've never cared this much."

You keep pumping right back into her, never stopping, only growing more and more intense. Her body trembles but you're holding her. Amber's hands grasp at your forearm again, like she can't decide whether to push you away or pull you in. You don't know what to say. She was enjoying the fight earlier, instigated it even, but she's so vulnerable now.

"You're the only one I want," is what you end up settling on. Your thumb stops those teasing grazes now, rubbing against her clit proper. Her wetness makes it so easy. "And I am yours."

This is what makes Amber shudder and dissolve in your arms. The tension finally breaks and she starts squirming against you, fingers lodged so deep into her body it's like you're grazing at something deeper, body shaking violently. She's so close, so impossibly close, a moment of pure ecstasy that lasts seconds before falling apart in a burst of heat and pleasure.

"You're mine!" This she shouts so loud you'd be surprised if the entire neighbourhood didn't wake up.

You two fall silent for a moment, both taking slow, shuddering breaths. Amber can feel her brain is still short circuiting, trying to calm down; it's like her stomach has been replaced with a ball of fire.

"Still hate me?" you whisper, leaning in to kiss Amber.

"Just shut up, okay," she murmurs, kissing back happily now, her voice still raw from the edge of tears and the intense orgasm that had wracked her body. "Don't ever do that again."

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Leisure [Part 4]

Baby Billy Freeman x Preacher's Daughter!Reader

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // <-

Summary: Reader and Baby Billy have the house to themselves for the night.

cw: SMUT, fingering, p in v, tit play,

a/n: sorry for the late night post, but I hate having to wait a full day to post something when I get it done late. I hope you guys love this chapter. I'm in love with it fr.

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The ride back to your house was mostly silent. A slight hum coming from the radio. Your eyes occasionally darting over to look at him. A smug grin written on his face as he focused on the road.

He turned his head to exchange a smile with you as you pulled into the driveway. "Well, I got you home in one piece," Baby Billy grinned ear to ear as he looked at you. You smiled, biting your lip slightly. "That you did. Think imma head upstairs and wash all this cleaner off my hands and such," you rubbed your hands together feeling the grit from earlier.

He admired you in the passenger seat. He had grown rather fond of you in the last few days. It never crossed his mind when he accepted this job that he would find someone like you here. Someone so perfectly modeled to be his and his alone. You made it so hard for him to pack up and leave tomorrow.

You both got out of the car together. He was a few steps behind you, taking the time to admire your ass. "Taking in the sights?" you questioned, teasing him. You looked over your shoulder seeing his eyes widen when you caught him. Deviously laughing as he put a pep in his step and caught up with you. "You can't just be swinging something that beautiful around and not expect me to take a look," he wrapped an arm around you as he explained. You both laughed.

You separated from each other upon entry. Excusing yourself as you headed up the stairs to your room. Hopping in to take a quick shower. Getting the grime and sweat of the day off your skin and taking the time to reminisce on the moments you had shared with Baby Billy. Remembering how his hands felt on your body. Heat gathering inside you with the memories.

You got dressed in some of your most revealing pajamas for the evening. A tight white shirt and some short red shorts. Opting out of wearing a bra. You dried your hair with the towel still leaving a slight dampness to it.

There was a sudden creek of the door leading to the opposite bedroom. Baby Billy walked in, you instantly caught his eye. He smiled, blowing his breath out, “Didn’t know you were still in here, babydoll.” You blushed at the pet name. “Oh I’m almost done if you need in here,” you looked over your shoulder at him. Hooded eyes stared at your ass. He joined you at the vanity, standing directly behind you. Eyes staring at your breasts through your shirt. Strong hands found their way around your waist, lips falling to your shoulder.

“S’just you and me tonight,” Baby Billy whispered against your skin. Chills decorated every inch of your body as his hot breath fell against your skin. His lips found your neck, tilting your head to the side allowing him better access. You closed your eyes as you leaned your body back into his. His hardening cock pressed firmly into your ass. His hands found their place on your breasts, squeezing them. He rolled your nipples between gentle fingers, teeth grazing your neck. A shaky breath falling from you. Ring clad hands sending a cold sensation across your skin. Opening your eyes to see his hands groping your chest. Arousal pooled deep inside you. His eyes met yours in the mirror.

His gaze flooded your senses. Everything was heightened as he stared at you. You watched as he focused on you while kissing your skin and fondling your breasts. His mouth curved into a smirk seeing your chest heave with each deep breath you took. One of his hands slid down your torso, finding its place down your shorts. Rubbing circles over your clothed nub. You pushed back further into him. A moan falling from your quivering lips. "You sound so pretty," Baby Billy whispered his nose trailing your neck. You reached a hand behind your head, fingers tangling in his hair.

Fingers played with your pantyline, toying with you. Creeping further, feeling your soaked core against them. A groan left his throat when he felt your slick folds against his fingers. Teasing the tips of his digits into your entrance. Hips grinding down in an effort for more. He pushed his fingers inside you pulling a guttural moan from you. Arching and pumping them inside you. You were a mess in his grasp. His name sensually pouring from your throat. Watching as he finger fucked you in the mirror. Sloppy sounds filling the bathroom. His cold rings a strong contrast against his warm fingers. He massaged your insides perfectly, your legs quickly beginning to shake.

Baby Billy pulled his fingers away, hands finding your hips and urging you to turn around. Hands ghosting up your body, resting on your cheeks. Desperate lips finding their place on yours. Tongues intertwining, tasting each other. His lips trailed down your neck. Gentle kisses on your tender skin, making sure to not leave a mark for any other eyes to see. Pressing his hardening cock against you, slowly grinding into you.

His lips found their place against your ear, “I want you.” You softly smiled, interlocking fingers with him and leading into your room. Sitting comfortably on the edge of the bed, Baby Billy standing between your legs. Lust filled eyes staring down at you. Doeing your eyes up at him, you began to palm him through his pants. His eyes squinted shut at your touch, head falling forward slightly. Quiet curses fell from his lips with each stroke of his member. His eyebrows contorting in pleasure. You bit your lip watching his outline of his cock become more prominent as you continued with him.

Baby Billy leaned his body weight into you guiding you onto your back. You were nose to nose together, staring into each other's eyes. Lips falling tenderly onto yours, his hands sliding down your body. "You're so beautiful," the compliment heated up your skin. You ran your hands up his body, beginning to unbutton the under shirt of his suit. He smiled in-between kisses, fingers tugging at the elastic of your shorts. Shimming them down your legs as you finished the last button on his shirt. Running your hands from his waistline up to his chest, pulling a sigh from him.

Lips met again, tongues exploring each other's mouths again. Finding a rhythm that worked for you. Baby Billy leaned back, staring at your soaked panties. His teeth pulling his lip between his teeth as he stared. Dark hazel eyes found yours. "You gonna let me take care of you tonight?" he smiled. You nodded.

Fingers hooked under your shirt, pulling it up to reveal your bare breasts. Lips attaching to one while his fingers pinched the other. You arched your back into his mouth. He growled against your skin, happy to see you enjoying him. His hand reached down, running under your panties and rubbing circles on your aching nub. Electricity shot through your body at the sensation, his name a loud moan from you. Baby Billy smiled against your skin, "That's it, pretty girl. You like my fingers, don't you?"

You could feel a knot forming inside your stomach as his fingers worked their magic on your sensitivity. You wanted him inside you badly. Craving him.

"Please, Baby Billy, I need you to fuck me," you pleaded with him, arching into his touch. Baby Billy propped himself back to look down at you, smiling widely. He blew his breath out, "Now that's what I like to hear."

His hands fought to undo his pants, releasing his hard cock. It sprung free. You salivated at the sight of him, completely erect and leaking at the tip. Head swollen and red. Your eyes completely blown with lust as you stared, mouth open.

"As much as I would love to use that mouth right now, I'm gonna focus on something better," he cocked a grin down at you. Stroking himself slowly as you removed your panties. Lining himself with your opening, finding his place above you. Two pairs of lust blown eyes completely lost in one another. Tip easing its way inside you, your eyes scrunched at the friction. He took it slow, pulling back and going back again. Fully sheathing himself inside your warmth, his jaw completely slacked. His chest heaved as he took in deep breaths savoring the feeling of you around him. "Goddammit, you feel so fucking good," Baby Billy mumbled under his breath.

Baby Billy began a simple rhythm with you. His cock stretching you perfectly, loud moans and whimpers falling from you. He grunted as he picked up his pace. Fingers finding their place on your clit. Rapid circles causing your legs to shake. "Yeah, that's it. You take it so well," he talked you through it. You knew you would not last very long at this rate. You began bucking your hips to meet his rhythm. Baby Billy groaned your name, his head falling back. You watched as his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. Bright white teeth curved into an expression of pure ecstasy. Your walls began to occasionally grip him, your orgasm was close.

Fingers beginning a firmer rhythm on your sensitive, throbbing clit. "I want you to cum for me, babydoll," he cooed. That pet name sent you over the edge. Your walls fluttered around him, orgasm completely taking over your body. Moaning loudly as you milked his cock.

Baby Billy exhaled loudly, smiling. Leaning down to place a tender kiss on your lips. "Good girl. Now it's Baby Billy's turn," he smirked. He began a ruthless pace inside you. Skin clapping together. Sloppy sounds filled the room. Aftershock causing waves of orgasm to wash over you as he brutally thrusted inside you. You threw your head back onto the bed, his name a scream.

"That's it. Almost there- yes, fuck," Baby Billy moaned. He pulled himself out of you, shooting his load onto your stomach. Stroking himself through his high. His breath shaky as he finished on you. You both took a moment to catch your breath. Sweat gleamed on your bodies.

You smiled at him. "I'll clean you up," Baby Billy smiled back at you. He got off the bed going to get a towel out of the bathroom to wipe you off. Making sure he got every last bit off you. He crawled beside you, kissing every inch of your skin he could. Pet names falling from his lips after every kiss. You giggled at his soft act.

You laid together. His arms wrapped around you as you pressed your back into his front. Bare skin warming up together. His head rested in the crook of your neck. Occasional kisses being planted on your skin.

"Why don't you come with me?"

You felt your heart jump in your chest. Throat running completely dry. You could not believe what he was asking of you. As much as you were tired of your parents who did not much care for you being around anymore, you did not know if you could leave out of no where. You had practically been trapped on the farm for years, only sneaking into town for an occasional drink. You craved a life more suitable for your curiosity. Wanting to see the world and explore what life has to offer.

"What?"

You rolled slightly to look over your shoulder at him. Tender hazel eyes stared back at you. A soft smile painted his face.

"We could say it's like a mission trip of sorts. Thatta way no one gets suspicious. You come along with me to learn about traveling ministry. And we get to stay together," Baby Billy spoke.

"Baby Billy, I-"

"I can't just leave you here," he nestled his face against your skin.

Heat trickled down your entire body. The feelings you had developed together over the past few days were different than anything you had ever felt before. You knew deep down he was meant to come here and find you. Change was something you were not accustomed to. Practically living the same life forever. You craved to go with him. Fear flooded your mind at the possibilities.

He reached his hand to interlock fingers with yours. You felt all the fear melt away and fill with possibilities instead. Hope of a life with him took over your thoughts. A comforting warmth washing over you.

"Yes," you stated.

Baby Billy blinked. Shocked into silence by your answer.

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[END//Part 4]

~ Thank you for reading! Sorry for the longer gap between chapters this time. Part 5 is the final part of the story! I cannot express how grateful I am for all the love I've received from this! I feel like I have gained some amazing mutuals and followers recently, thank you all especially! ~

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[lesbianpepsi]

Meant To Be Yours

pairing: amber freeman x fem!reader

summary: amber has tricked you into killing one student, you refuse to be tricked again; something amber doesn't like.

words: 2.165k

warnings: canon scream stuff, death, description of murder, knives, violence, blood, swearing, toxic!amber, manipulation, bad writing

authors note: a double whammy tonight for y'all. i have no regrets.

"All is forgiven, baby. I promise I'm not mad about what you said to me." Amber said through the call making your jaw clench as you shake your head, not believing a word that comes out of her pretty mouth.

"Stop calling me, Amber." You told her in the most demanding voice you could muster up, covering it up with your growing fear as your eyes glanced around your living room. "I've not forgiven you so just leave me the fuck alone." 

Amber scoffs through the device. "Why are you saying these things, Y/n? You've practically thrown me out like I'm fucking trash!" Her voice became more gruff as her anger quickly replaced her fake kindness.

"Because you are, Amber, you're fucking trash. You tricked me." You remarked as you ran a hand through your hair, staring intently at the dark corners of the room. 

"Is that what you think? That I tricked you?" Amber asks you in an overly heartbroken tone making you roll your eyes. "You did trick me, Amber, you manipulated me into doing something vile."

"Baby, you know I'd never manipulate you, I love you too much." She says her voice is becoming quieter. 

Tears swelled up in your eyes as you shook your head, your jaw still clenched tightly. "You manipulated me into killing, Wes." You whispered through gritted teeth, your heart beating erratically in your chest. "You said it was going to be a harmless prank to scare him."

"It was harmless." She defended, the sound of her shuffling around being heard on the phone. "Wes was a bitch boy anyway."

You scoffed as you stood up from the couch, your anger towards your girlfriend and the grief and guilt of Wes's death making your blood boil in a disgusting way.

"Fuck you." You whispered before hanging up on her, turning your phone on silent mode before tossing it onto the couch. 

It was only supposed to be a prank; that's what she told you. 

Wes was notorious for his hatred towards horror movies, especially Amber's favourite Stab. 

Amber suggested to you that you and her should play a little prank on him after he was "too touchy" with you as Amber said.

The prank being you and Amber would dress up in the famous Ghostface costumes and give him a little scare.

You were reluctant in the beginning but after Amber's persuasive words you eventually agreed.

Amber had already planned it out and told you how the prank was going to play out. 

You would call him as Amber would sneak into his house and scare him before taking off her mask and showing her friend it was a prank.

That isn't how the prank went. 

You were in Amber's car on call with Wes as Amber sneaked into the house late at night in the Ghostface attire.

In the beginning it was going smoothly, even funny to you at times. Then in a blink of an eye everything changed.

As you uttered the iconic line "What's your favourite scary movie?" you didn't get a panic response or even get hung up on; instead you heard fighting.

Screams so loud and guttural you had to pull your phone away from your ear.

Immediately you ran into the house to see what had happened to your absolute horror. You saw Wes on the floor covered in blood as he gargled on his own blood, his throat cut lightly, as if Amber was teasing him an easy and quick death. 

You didn't even know how it was possible that Amber could hurt him so much in less than thirty seconds. 

His eyes met yours as he whispered out his final words, a look of betrayal on his face.

"Y/n?" 

Amber killed Wes, and you helped her. 

You screamed at Amber as she gazed at Wes's dead body, taking off her mask as a look of pleasure swirled in her dark eyes.

She was proud. 

When you threatened to tell the police what she had done her proudness was replaced with smugness as she waltzed at you, a bloodied knife still in her grip. 

"You're an accomplice to my crime, baby. You call the cops on me and we both go down." 

Her words hit you like a wrecking balls with reality. You were an accomplice to her crimes.

The Bonny to her Clyde.

You didn't know what to do - you still don't know what to do, confess the truth to the police and go to prison or keep the entire killing an unsolved mystery; let your best friend become an unsolved case.

One thing you have been doing is avoiding Amber, hell, you've been avoiding everyone. You haven't left your house in days as you rotted away; the guilt slowly killing you.

Sighing, you ignore the vibrations from your phone as you move towards the kitchen, going to make yourself a glass of water in a weak attempt to calm yourself down. 

Grabbing a glass you headed towards the sink to fill up your glass. As the cold water slowly filled it up your eyes were focused on it as your thoughts were plagued by Wes.

You didn't even notice the person standing in the corner of the kitchen.

"Y/n."

You gasped as you dropped the glass making a loud clatter as it landed in the sink. Turning on your heel to your horror you see Amber standing a few feet away with a soft smile, the one that used to make your heart swoon. 

"Don't run." She asks you as she takes a step forward. 

Without hesitation as you do the exact opposite of her words, sprinting away as you headed towards your front door.

"I said don't fucking run away from me!" Amber yelled as her heavy footsteps were heard right on your heel.

Using all the strength and speed you could muster you force yourself to run even faster, but it wasn't fast enough. 

Amber's foot trips yours making you collapse to the ground as the view to the front door just reaches your eye sight.

You whimpered in pain as you tried scrambling back up but was stopped by Amber jumping forwards and standing in the hallway heading towards the door, blocking you from escaping the house; blocking you from escaping her.

She sighs as she runs a hand through her hair, looking down at you. "My love, please stop being like this. We're in this together, you can't leave me alone." 

Her soft spoken words wither into your heart as your glare softens, staring up at her as you slowly stand up. 

"Why are you here, Amber?" You demand as you take a wary step backward, your eyes focused on her body the entire time.

Amber's eyes gleam as she smiles crookedly at you, taking a singular step closer to you. 

"You left me, Y/n." She whispers, taking another step closer as you take another one back. "I fell apart without you and you've fallen apart without me."

You shake your head as you glance back at the stairs that would lead you to your bedroom before back at Amber's innocent looking face.

"Don't lie to me, sweetheart, you and I both know we can't live without each other. It's what made me realise something." Amber whispers, taking another step closer as you don't take another step back, breathing heavily as you stare at her.

She smiled sweetly as she reached you close enough to place her hand in your cheek, caressing it gently.

"We're meant to be." She insists.

You smile back at her as you lean into her touch, Amber visually relaxes as her smile softens.

"No we're not." You say before punching her in the face with all the strength you had in your body.

Amber stumbled back in shock as a small ooze of blood began spilling from her nose. One of her slender fingers touches the blood before pulling away to examine it.

Her jaw clenched as her eyes connected with yours, a look of pure rage in her black eyes.

You swiftly turn around as you run up the stairs as you head towards your bedroom, the only place you know has a lock and a secret weapon.

"Y/n!" Amber yells as she chases after you, right behind you as she tries grabbing you, her fingers skimming over your back. 

Scrambling towards your room you unlock it and throw yourself inside before slamming your body against it, shutting it as you locked it. 

Amber's fist pounds against the door as she screams your name.

"Y/n, don't lock me out! I was meant to be yours, we were meant to be one." She yells through the door, her palm laying flat against it.

You jump towards your dresser where a small pocket knife Amber gifted you was hidden.

Tears are free falling from your eyes speedily but you paid no attention to them, your only focus being on your life.

"You were meant to be mine." Amber growls from behind the door, banging against it once again. 

You flinch at the sound as you flick the blade out of its pocket, backing up against the corner wall as you sobbed quietly.

"I'm all that you need, Y/n, me. Not Liv, not Chad, not even fucking Tara; but me." Amber insisted in a raucous voice as she yelled. "You carved open my fucking heart, Y/n, you can't just leave me to bleed!" 

Your heart is going a hundred miles per hour as your hand becomes shaky, the small knife with Amber's and your initials on the blade shakes.

"Y/n!" She screams in a guttural rage, leaning her forehead against the door from the other side. "Open the door, please." Amber whispers but is loud enough that you hear it.

"Y/n, open the door." She begs again in a pleading voice, her own voice becoming shaky.

You frowned at her hurt voice as you unconsciously took a step closer to the door.

"Y/n, can we not fight anymore, please?" Amber whimpers, making your heart crack at her voice. 

You shake your head as you try to force yourself to stop getting closer to the door. You know she's only doing this to make you open the door, yet you still can't help but feel bad. 

"Please, baby, can we not fight anymore? I get that you're scared and that's my fault, and I'm so sorry, Y/n." You don't say anything as you remain frozen in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do.

"I've been there, feeling the guilt, I was there with you, remember? Do you really think I haven't been feeling horrible about it too?" Amber wailed from behind the door, her voice cracking.

Amber has been feeling guilty about it? You thought she didn't care?

"I can set you free, Y/n. From all the guilt and pain. I know how to." Amber states making your eyes widen in hope. She could make you feel better?

You're silent as you try to process her words, something Amber sees as a sign of rejection.

"Y/n, don't make me come in there." Amber says, her voice becoming louder and angrier the more she spoke. "I'm gonna count to three and if you don't open this fucking door I won't help you." She yells banging the door once again to emphasise her point.

You don't want that, you want Amber's help, if she wouldn't lie to you again, would she?

Wordlessly, you quietly walk over to the door, unlocking it as fresh tears still flow down your cheeks.

Amber immediately opened the door as her eyes locked with yours, her furious expression fading away. 

"You opened the door." She says breathlessly as she takes a step closer to you, her eyes averting  from yours to the knife in your hand.

You nod your head slowly as you drop the knife, your heart beating for Amber and Amber only now.

"Will you help me?" You croak out in a strangled voice. Amber nods her head as she smiles at you, placing a hand on her cheek just as she did earlier, the blood under her nose dripping onto her shirt but she didn't care.

"I'd do anything for you, baby, you're mine and I love you with all my soul and heart." Amber says as she uses her free hand to grab yours, interlocking your fingers together. "We're meant to be." She insists with her crooked smile.

You look down at your hands noticing the bruises on Amber's knuckles along with a few healed cuts. 

God, you caused that. You might've hated Amber but you also loved her. 

"Say it." Amber asked as she tugged your cheek making you look at her with tearful eyes. "Say you're meant to be mine." 

You swallow nervously as you gazed into Amber's dark eyes, blinded by her beauty and soft words.

"Meant to be yours."

[lokrow]

Someone New

(Written for the maincord game in the LNY event channels! Using the old illegal lore of Eris Street as a viet crane fairy based on Chim Lac and Au Co.)

Grit wanders as they are one to do. The light of lanterns strung across the street bathes Hades into a warm glow. He's forgotten where he put his banh mi again. Along with his right hand. But that's alright, they'll turn up.

The streets of Hades shift, imperceptible to most, but Grit notices. Someone new has arrived in the City and it's adjusting. Quietly.

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Eris is back in Hades for the first time since falling to the MTs. Faer wings flap with a slight nervous twitch, shaking loose feathers out of them. Scaled talons click on the stones of the street as she wanders through the street where people are readying for the parade. Lion dancers are already performing to the beat of drums next to vending stalls, restaurants and pagodas.

Hades is different from when Eris was a shadow here. Fae's not sure anyone she knows is still around really. Eris sits on a stone bench. Faer eyes scan the crowd for familiar faces and find none despite the familiar sounds and smells. Next to faer is a wrapped up banh mi, not even a bite taken from it. And a right hand. Free food.

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Grit bought another banh mi now to replace the one he forgot. He's hungry after all.

The vendor smiles with the same black teeth Grit has. They smile back and sign in clumsy VSL. They forgot their tongue today too, after all. Quietly they hope they can find it before Stevenson does again. Stevenson is still not used to finding the pieces Grit leaves behind in forgetfulness despite rooming together for a fair while now.

A smaller figure bumps into them. One with wings, crane feet, a human face and his forgotten banh mi in one hand, halfway eaten and his right hand in the other.

Under the light of the lanterns and amidst the bustle of Têt, it's as good a day as any for meeting someone new.

[blushhingblue]

Droplets of Crimson

Yandere!Amber Freeman x Reader

angst, suggestive

You hated storms. How the thousands of rain droplets pattered on your window. How each strike of lightning caused a new sense of fear to run cold through your veins. But this storm was different. You didn’t have the familiar affirmations or soothing touches of your girlfriend, Amber.

You sat on your couch, bundled in many blankets hoping that one would provide the warmth she does. The irregular tattoo of tapping rain made you worried. Something about the way the room was only illuminated dully and the familiar gut-wrenching feeling in your stomach kept building was causing you great paranoia. Your enervated eyes glanced back and forth at each newfound sound.

A few minutes later, there was a loud bang at the door that almost blended into the claps of thunder. You jumped in surprise and got up to investigate. Your hand was shaky as you reached for the doorknob, internally wishing you had bought a door with a peephole. Opening it, you were met with none other an Amber in the worst state you’ve ever seen her.

Her mascara was stained into her puffy cheeks. Her teeth chattered violently as she hugged herself, looking at you with dull eyes. She was wearing your hoodie, but it was sopping wet from the rain.

“Could I please come in?” She asked, looking at you expectantly.

You nodded hesitantly and moved out of her way to welcome her inside. Immediately when you closed the door, she hugged you with such force you were slammed against it. With restrained breathing, you didn’t hug back, but you couldn’t bring yourself to push her away. You were stiff as a board allowing her to envelop you as she pleased.

“Hug me back, please. I’ve missed you so much.” She pleaded, her tears leaving your neck wet and itchy.

Though, you couldn’t. You didn’t want to and even if you did, your body wouldn’t oblige you due to the pure hatred you felt for the girl. She was clinging to you like a sloth to a tree branch, and you hated it.

“Get off of me,” You said, trying to be stern, but there was still an evident shakiness in your voice.

She listened and let go, but the sadness that was once in her eyes was now replaced with a glint of something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Amber, I don’t think I can forgive you,”

It was silent for a moment, neither of us having the courage to speak. She kept staring at you whilst you kept avoiding her gaze and averting your eyes to the floor. After what felt like hours, Amber broke the silence, “It was an accident. It’ll never happen again!”

“You accidentally threatened Tara? You’re so full of it! Tara and I are just friends and if you want to continue this relationship, you have to get that through your thick skull,” You yelled.

Your body temperature was rising and staring at the faux innocence Amber was displaying only made you more angry. Everything about her vouched for her virtue except for her eyes which were pure evil.

“All I did was tell her to stay away from you,”

“Yeah, and you threatened to stab her to death if she didn’t!”

“Look, I’m sorry! Sometimes I just feel like I love you too much,” She explained.

A lump welled in your throat when she said that, fully aware of the double meaning. It took every ounce of grit you had to swallow your tears and officially leave her.

“Just get out. Were over,” You spoke through your teeth and with your whole chest.

“You can’t just abandon me after all we’ve been through! Y/N, you’re all I have.” Amber begged.

Her hand mysteriously reached into the back pocket of her jeans. You could feel the drum of your heart against your chest. She inched towards you and each time she took a step forward, you took one back. To her, it felt like an exchange of betrayal.

“Stop moving away! I just want to talk this out with you,” She said in a saccharine manner that repelled you further.

Before you knew it, you fell onto the couch. She smirked, showing an uncanny resemblance to the devil, knowing she had you trapped and at her will. In one swift motion, she straddled your lap and pulled a knife out of her back pocket. The cool, sharp blade was pushed at your jugular slightly nicking your skin.

“Okay, Amber, you’re right. Let’s just talk this out,” You spoke slowly in fear of the dagger pushing further into your neck.

“No I think I like this better,” She said seductively, grinding lightly on your lap.

She ran the knife lightly across your cheek and admired the cut for a few seconds.

“I’m not leaving anytime soon,” Amber enunciated as she continued to add more small, shallow cuts all over your body, "And if you ever try to leave me again, I'll go through with my threat against Tara."

[domripley]

There and Back Again

Pairing: Amber Freeman/Reader

Summary: Amber wasn’t the jealous type, of course she wasn’t. You just needed to be reminded that you were hers.

Warnings: Dubcon, Fingering, Spanking, Face Slapping, Amber isn’t nice in this, Toxic Relationship, Gaslighting, Daddy Kink, Threats of Anal, Mentions Fisting. This is a semi-dark fic, so you have been warned but it’s on brand for Amber

this is a repost

“C’mere,” you heard your girlfriend say from the other couch. The two of you were at Wes’ house, trying to watch whatever movie he had on. Mindy and Chad both left the room and you wanted nothing more than to go home. Amber had started to argue with you before the two of you made it to their house. She accused you of flirting with Tara any time she was out of the room. Which was a lie.

“No, I'm good.” you said, your voice cold and short.

Amber didn’t like that.

Looking around to see if anyone could hear what she was about to say. “I said, come here. You’re not going to like it if I have to come to you.”

Amber leaned forward, waiting for your response. You sighed, shaking your head. “No. I don’t want to be near you nor do I want to talk to you.”

Before Amber could respond, Mindy came back into the living room. “You guys are still watching this movie? It’s really shitty.” She laughed and you watched as Amber faked a smile.

“Nah, we were just leaving.” She said, getting up quicker than you expected her to.

Amber pulled you up and off the couch by your arm a lot rougher than she wanted to. Mindy gave you an odd look, but soon dropped it when you said goodbye. You knew Amber was upset, but you didn’t think she’d pull you away from your friends. Literally. The walk to her car was rushed and you tried to keep up with your girlfriend – you hadn’t realized that she was this angry with you.

Once the two of you were in her car and the doors were shut, you spoke up, “What the fuck is your problem? You keep acting like I’m doing something wrong, when you and I both know I didn’t do anything.”

Amber gritted her teeth, trying her best not to let her anger seep out. “You didn’t want to sit next to me so Tara could sit next to you!” she shouted, turning her car on. She wanted to be as far away from her friends as possible, a little worried that they’d be able to hear the two of you.

“Excuse you? Maybe you want to fuck Tara with the way you keep bringing her up constantly. You hate the idea of me being friends with anyone else huh? I’m fucking done.” You snapped and Amber kept her eyes on the road. You were expecting her to say something back, but to your surprise, she kept quiet.

You didn’t say anything else all the way to her house – unsure of where you stood. You loved Amber so much, but you weren’t going to deal with her accusing you of things that weren’t happening. You loved Tara as a best friend, even as a sister and Amber knew this. Or she should at least know this.

As soon as the two of you were in her room and the door was shut, Amber pushed you onto the bed. “I’m sorry baby… let me make it up to you.” She pouted before sitting on the bed with you.

Pushing you onto your back, Amber kissed your cheek before she got on top of you. Placing a kiss on your lips, you closed your eyes as you kissed her back. You whined as Amber got off you, taking a step back from the bed so she could get a better look at you.

“Clothes off baby, Daddy’s going to make it up to you.” She said softly and a part of you wondered what she was trying to do. Even when the two of you weren’t fighting, she never talked to you in such a soft voice.

”Amber,” you said, unsure of how to react. You weren’t expecting her to change how she was acting so fast – it was confusing you, and you needed to know what her problem was.

“We can talk about it after, I promise. I just want to make you feel good. Won’t you let Daddy make you feel good?” she asked, trying her best to hide the smirk that was forming. She knew she had you where she wanted you – wrapped around her finger. You were never going to break up with her, no matter how much of her jealousy came out. Soon enough she wasn’t going to have to share your time with anyone but her. But she knew she was going to have to wait until the right moment, and that time wasn’t now.

You started to undress yourself, feeling your face burn in embarrassment as Amber’s eyes never left you. Knowing full well you would eventually give in to what she had wanted. Of course, she loved you, but the fact that she could get you to do anything she wanted you to do.

“Come on baby, we don’y have all day,” she rolled her eyes, watching as you went faster. Once you were completely undressed, Amber sat at the edge of the bed, patting her lap so you knew she wanted you across her lap.

“Oh come on, Amber. I’m not letting you spank me,” you stated, crossing your arms to hide your chest.

“It’s either that or I fuck your ass, and I don’t have any lube. So which is it.” She stated, smirking when you began to walk towards her.

You refused to say anything as you laid across her lap, hating the fact that she was having you do this. You were embarrassed. When you were comfortable, Amber rubbed the small of your back – normally it would help you relax, but all it did was cause you to want to get away from her again. You had conflicting feelings, not wanting to lose her but you also didn’t want her to get away with her attitude. Tara was just your friend, and if Amber couldn’t see that, then maybe you needed her to leave you alone for good.

“I’m only going to spank you ten times and don’t worry, I’m not going to make you count this time.” Amber stated as if it would make you feel, but before you could say something back in protest, she brought her hand down against your ass as hard as she could twice.

You cried out, trying to wiggle out of her grip. You bit your lip as you tried to focus on anything but Amber’s hands on you, but you soon failed as she brought her hand down against you twice more.

“Six more, baby. I know you can take it, then I’ll fuck you like you’ve been wanting me to.” Amber cooed, running her fingertips against your sensitive skin. You knew you were going to have a bruise on your ass tomorrow from how hard she was spanking you.

“I don’t want you to fuck me, Amber.” you said, trying your best to not stutter. Amber was quiet for a few moments, not responding to what you had just said.

“Okay then,” Amber sighed before bringing her hand down once, twice, three times before she continued. You whimpered, unable to keep yourself from crying. “We can break up if you’re not wet.”

Bringing her fingers to her own mouth, she sucked on the tips before bringing them down between your legs. You bit your lip as her fingers began to rub at your pussy. Amber gasped in faux shocked, “Well would you look at that baby. You’re so wet, you’ve made a mess all on your thighs and my legs. So you’re not breaking up with me any time soon.”

You closed your eyes as she slid a finger inside of you - keeping it in place as she spanked you three more times. You were glad she was done spanking you, but soon your thoughts left as she slid in a second finger. As she began to fuck you with her fingers, you tried your best not to make any sort of noise - you didn’t want to give her the satisfaction.

“God, you’re so fucking wet for me, I could probably get my whole fist in if I wanted to,” she commented, causing your eyes to snap open.

As she continued to pump her fingers in and out of you, you tried your best to gather the words to say something, anything. But all you could think about was how good her fingers felt inside of you.

“F-Fuck, D-Daddy,” you whimpered, unable to hold it in any longer. You knew you were never going to hear the end of it, but at that moment, you didn’t care.

“You want me to make you come?” Amber asked. Of course, she already knew the answer to this - but she loved embarrassing you as much as she could and this was a perfect opportunity. Her fingers sped up, only slowing down to add a third. “I asked you a question baby, you need to answer me so I can give you what you want.”

“P-Please make me come, m’need it, need you,” you begged, hoping that Amber would give in to what you wanted. You didn’t want her to drag this out any longer, and thankfully, Amber seemed to be satisfied with your begging.

As she fucked her fingers into you, Amber pulled your head up by your hair. “You and I both know that you’ll never leave me. I make your pretty little pussy feel good.” she stated, smirking down at you when you started to squeeze her fingers.

“Come for me, baby.”

In which you did.

Amber kept going, fucking you through your orgasm - only stopping when you began to wiggle away from her.

“You’re such a good girl for me, and I’m sorry I get so jealous, it’s just… you’re mine and I see the way Tara looks at you.” she sighed as she helped you to your feet. You knew she was lying - Tara never looked at you the way Amber was trying to say. “I promise I won’t act like that again. Stay the night?”

Another lie.

“I’ll spend the night.” was all you said, not wanting to have another argument.

“I’m glad. Now let’s put on a movie and cuddle.”

You knew Amber was going to bring Tara up again - it was only a matter of time.

[snailsdraw]

[Start ID: 7 pages of HLVRAI narrative doodles about Benrey wearing skirts based on [this post here].

Benrey looks at his reflection in the mirror and the long skirt he's just put on. It's a purple vintage swing skirt from the 1950s, an unused item Dr Coomer had tucked away up until just recently. Dr Coomer stands behind Benrey, sporting a hawaiian shirt, with his hands proudly on his hips: "I think you look very handsome, Beppy! Would you say the same?" Either sides of the skirt are bunched up in Benrey's hands where he's lifting it up and away from brushing against his legs. His mouth is a tight, thin line. "it's, uhh…yeah. like it. looks. can i take it off now, please?" Benrey grits out. Tommy winces at the stream of flimsy red sweet voice bubbles slipping out from the corner of Benrey's mouth: "Uh-oh. Red like, like a brick means that's a bad, uh, ick."

Tommy leaves the shirt he's just finished folding and picks up a pair of comfy black pajama pants with a green grid pattern on it from off the pile of unfolded clothes next to him on the couch. "Here! This'll help!" he says, before launching the pants right at Benrey's face. Dr Coomer chuckles at him.

Sometime later, Gordon knocks on their open front door. He asks: "Hey, any of yall seen Capt- Joshie's stuffed horse? I think he might've left it here the last time we-" He's interrupted by an abrupt "hey" from Benrey. Benrey's dressed in his hoodie, playstation socks, and most importantly, the pajama pants and skirt from earlier. He leans forward, a hand on his hip while the other twirls a chullo string around his finger playfully. Benrey smiles smugly at Gordon, showing of his new skirt: "bet you're, uh, jealous you can't pull this off, huh?"

Tommy pipes up: "Oh! I was just about to go give- to return this to you. Hello, Mr Freeman!" Benrey looks displeased at Tommy's sudden entrance as the taller man pops into view behind him, a stuffed horse held in his hand. Gordon's smile is a grateful one as he passes Benrey to retrieve the toy: "Aw fuck, thanks man." "yo what the hell man? you ruined my moment…" Benrey pouts, arms crossed and side-eyeing Tommy. Dismissively, Gordon tells Benrey: "Dude, I've been rocking those since, like, preschool."

Benrey just grumbles and blows a rasberry, back stubbornly turned on the two behind him: "you're no fun." Gordon takes Joshua's stuffed horse from Tommy's hand. Not looking at Benrey, he mumbles with a shrug: "I mean…I didn't say it was bad or anything. Suits you, I guess." Benrey gives him an unsure look as Gordon passes him again on his way out: "/gen?" "Uh, yeah, /gen-" Gordon says distractedly, rushing out the door. "L-look, I gotta run. If Josh finds out Cap'n's gone, he's gonna freak. Thanks again, Tommy!" (Cap'n is the name of the stuffed horse) When he's gone, Tommy taps Benrey on the shoulder.

Tommy whispers sideways to Benrey: "Don't worry, Benrey. I think he liked it." "wuh?" Benrey says, looking up at him. Tommy does a series of ASL hand signs indicating that Gordon had been blushing. Benrey's eyes widen at him, and a couple of shy peach sweet voice orbs bubble from his mouth.

In the elevator, Gordon has his back pressed up against the wall, the horse plush clutched to his chest. "God, hope I didn't catch a cold or something," he thinks, mistaking the awkward heat in his face for an oncoming fever. He is, as Tommy had communicated, blushing.

End ID.]

Thanks to the op of the post this was based off for the inspo heheh.

Also, I don't know if Tommy's signing is accurate😬 (I never formally learned sign language so I could only look for references online).

[elv-arts]

found these that i never posted looking through my hlvrai folder

[ID: Image 1 - Gordon Freeman from hlvrai. He’s splattered in human and alien blood with messy hair in a ponytail and cracked glasses. He’s posed pointing his gun arm up to the right and looking away over his shoulder, with furrowed eyebrows and gritted teeth. He’s outlined with green resonance cascade lightning, and there’s a green spikey ‘bang’ shape behind the end of the gun.

Image 2 - Tommy Coolatta from hlvrai. He’s also splattered in human and alien blood and pointing a gun up to the right where alien blood is splattering back at him. He looks concerned. The background is yellow and orange spikey ‘bang’ shapes radiating from the gun. End ID]

[dreamersbcll]

“Late” -

tw: suicide, suicidal ideation

if this triggers you in anyway, please do not read. thank you.

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Mindy knocked on Tara’s door impatiently, cursing under her breath. The pair were already twenty minutes late to the movie they were supposed to see. That was like two whole trailers that Mindy was missing- and she refused to miss the rest.

“Tara. Open the fucking door. We’re late, get your ass moving!”.

No answer.

Which wasn’t completely strange, Tara had been a bit of a recluse since Sam disappeared a few weeks ago. Mindy had been showing up to the Carpenter house every day to drag Tara out and do something fun. Most times she was able to get the girl to smile.

Mindy still saw that empty, hollow sadness in Tara’s eyes. But there was nothing she could do unless she could move heaven and earth to get Sam back. Movies and walks it was until she could get Tara to consistently smile again.

She knocked again, but no answer. Jiggling the doorknob, she realized it was locked. Sighing, she snaked her hand into her pockets, fishing out the key she had made for Tara’s door. The girl was clever, but no match for Mindy.

As she unlocked it, she quickly realized that something was very wrong. The curtains were closed, and Tara’s room was a mess. Her journals were ripped open, loose pages all over the floor. The bed wasn’t made and clothing was strewn across it. And in the corner of the room was Tara, a knife in her hand, poised over a bare wrist.

“Tara!”

Mindy descended across the floor and fell to her knees, ripping the knife out of Tara’s hand, and throwing it across the floor. It clattered against the ground; the noise mixing with Mindy’s panic and Tara’s wheezy breaths.

She grabbed Tara’s wrist, checking it over. Once satisfied that nothing was wrong, she started yelling.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck Tara! A knife? Suicide? Are you fucking kidding me?” she shouted, not caring if the house shook with her anger. It wouldn’t be the first rageful person to stalk the halls of the Carpenter house. And it probably wouldn’t be the last.

Tara bared her teeth, wheezing as she shouted back. “I can’t do this anymore!”

“What? You can’t do what? Live? Jesus Christ Tara, don’t be fucking stupid. You can do this. Your sister may be gone but that doesn’t mean you have to!” Mindy retorted back incredulously.

“Amber said that if someone left her like that, she would kill herself. So why the fuck does it matter? People who love you don’t leave you like that. It’s clear how Sam feels about it,” Tara hissed, trying to snatch her arm from Mindy’s grip.

Not letting go of Tara’s arm, Mindy gritted her teeth, taking a deep breath. “Okay, but Amber fucking Freeman isn’t the one to decide shit for you. For God's sake Tara, think! Is ending your life before knowing what could happen really what you want to do?”

“You don’t understand! She was my life, my blood, my reason to breathe! I can’t breathe Mindy, I can’t fucking breathe anymore!” the girl gasped, her eyes glassy.

Mindy loosened her grip a bit, frowning. This was uncharted waters. She thought that Tara was being overdramatic, but this- this was different. She loved her brother dearly, but she would cope without him here. This didn’t feel like the relationship she had with her brother. The way Tara wheezed and looked unsteady unnerved her. She wasn’t prepared for this.

But it was going to happen anyway.

Tara yanked her arm from Mindy, continuing with her train of thought. “Every morning I wake up, and for the first five seconds, I forget all of it happened. The fighting, the scars, the screaming, her departure- I forget it all. But then I open my eyes and it’s the same hell every day. Every. Fucking. Day. You don’t know what that’s like, having the person who knows you the best gone. Sam fucking left me, and I’m just supposed to live on and be okay? I can’t do that. I can’t be okay. She is my reason to keep going. Without her I have none,”.

Mindy blinked. “Not even for your friends?” she whispered, suddenly aware of the dire situation that she was facing.

The shorter girl shook her head sadly, letting tears spill down her face. “I love you guys. But I love Sam more.”

With that, Mindy noticed Tara’s free hand unclenched, an empty pill bottle rolling out of it.

“Tara,” she paused, time slowing down around her. She noticed that the loose journal pages were Sam’s old drawings and notes. The clothing across the bed was clothing that Tara had stolen from her big sister. The curtains were drawn and there was a envelope stuck to one of them. “How many did you take?”.

The girl just looked at Mindy miserably, her eyes unfocused. How long have they looked like that? Has Tara been wheezing the whole time? Was Tara always that pale?

“I’m sorry, Min. I am.”