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itjazzbicch · 2 years

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HellRaisers

Pairing: Finn Balor x Fem Reader

Summary: The reader has been friends with Finn Balor since he created the Bullet Club, being one of its first members. Ending up in WWE together, Finn distances himself when the reader joins Judgement Day, but even she is surprised when Damian reveals to her that Finn is the newest member and they plan to overthrow Edge, reuniting once again…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Choking, rough sex)

Word Count: 2.6k

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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

Joining Judgement Day sure was interesting. Edge had a different way of thinking in the aspect of wrestling now. I felt honored that he chose me to join and a new member was coming along? It really had Damian and me thinking.

Edge was handling things and I had a feeling we were going to get our hands dirty, so I was gearing up, finishing tying my boots when Damian walked in.

"So, do you know who the new member is?" I smiled up at him; I was never patient and hated waiting for surprises and when he smiled back, he sure knew:

"Brought him along with me actually."

"Oh yeah?" I smiled, looking past him as the door opened, freezing in my seat when Finn Balor walked in.

This was weird. For the past few weeks, we have been kicking his ass along with AJ Styles. Now, he was joining us? I needed an explanation, trying to say that with my quick glance at Damian.

"I know," He stood alongside Finn, "You're confused, but there's a reason why Finn is joining us."

I had no words. Finn and I had a long history. When he created the Bullet Club, I was one of the very first to join. We were best friends once upon a time, became distant but still were friends, all till I joined Judgement Day.

Once I joined, he turned into a ghost, enraged with me any time we crossed paths out there and now, he was joining us? Confused was exactly right.

"I know this wasn't what you were expecting," Finn fixed his jacket, being straightforward with me like he always was, "Tonight, we're taking over Judgement Day. We're taking Edge out."

"Damian," I shot up out of my chair, glaring at him, "What do you mean we're taking out Edge?"

"What happened to not letting anyone dictate your career, Y/N?" Finn stepped up to me, giving me a serious look and he wasn't kidding in the slightest, "Please tell me because that's exactly what Edge is doing."

"He's holding us back," Damian agreed, keeping me quiet and Finn continued:

"No one will limit us and if we join forces and get rid of that old man, just imagine all the things we could do."

I was always open-minded, listening to Finn's reasoning and he really topped the cake when he got a little closer, smiling and bringing back old memories:

"We made a promise to one another that we would take over any place we step foot in. We did it in Japan, NXT, and now, we're going to do it here. Hell, we could take over Raw and Smackdown. You know that we were a force to be reckoned with. It can be just like old times, but even better, Y/N."

Looking back at it, those were great times, peaks of my career, and Finn was right. No one dictated me. It was okay to have some partners in crime, but no one was going to guide me down a path except for myself.

"So," Finn wanted his answer, throwing up a too sweet and smiling, "Too sweet?"

Glancing between him and Damian, they were dead serious and they won me over, returning my smile back to Finn, giving him a too sweet, feeling so good to say once again:

"Too sweet, baby."

"Hell yeah," Damian had us all smiling, fist-bumping us, "Edge won't know what hit him."

We made sure we had a confirmed game plan before Finn left and we went back to meet Edge. I was fighting such a strong, devilish smile the whole time, blood pumping and holding back an adrenaline rush that I knew that I was going to get.

By the time we got out to the ring, waiting alongside Edge so he could introduce our new member, the crowd was very blown away when Finn's music hit. They all paid close attention when Finn made his way down, giving his explanation as to why he was there.

"I reached out to them last night after the show," Finn always gave me a look when things were about to go down and so, I got myself ready, "We realized that we have a lot more in common than we even realized and that is, we are tired of being told what to do."

I'm surprised that didn't give it all away at that moment, then Damian took the lead, our plan going into effect, saying to Edge:

"And I think now, we realized that in the time we spent with you, you told us to get rid of any limitation that would hold us back. We're ready. We are ready to shed the last bit of limitations holding us back..."

Damian turned to Finn and me with a smile, Finn and I reconnecting our devilish ways, smiling so evilly happy, Edge instantly knowing what was about to happen when Damian turned back to tell him:

"Which is you."

Before Edge could react, Damian clotheslined the life out of him, stomping him out, Finn and I gladly joining. After Damian delivered a nasty slam, we drug him to the corner for Finn to give him a coupe de gras, smiles on our faces, turning to the crowd to establish ourselves.

The crowd got rowdy again as Edge made it to his feet, Finn and Damian heading to the corner and beating him down, kicking him out while I hung on the ropes, instigating:

"Get 'em boys!"

They were really ready to take him out, Damian throwing him above his shoulders and sending him through the announce desk.

"Ya know what to do," Finn commanded, going off on Edge again and then throwing him into the ring while I grabbed three chairs.

Finn always had to get his dose in first, taking a piece of the chair, putting it in his mouth and choking him out with it, getting that big adrenaline rush that I was dying for, laughing in Edge's face while Finn yanked back harder:

"Want to try and control us now, Edge? Come on, answer me!"

Looking behind me, Damian had a chair in the middle of the ring, Finn dragging Edge over and putting his face in it. Security started rushing down, but I wasn't letting them even get near us, smacking one of them with a chair, scaring them all away and before more could come out, I ran over Edge, chair up in the air, and letting out a vicious roar, smacking his head with the chair and crushing it between the one against his face.

"That's my girl," Finn smiled bright at me, my chest heaving when delivering it back, reminding me of just who I was and I certainly wasn't anyone's puppet, making that known with the message we just sent.

Giving Finn a too sweet, we took the center ring, posing together and letting the world know that we were the true Judgement Day, feeling like I was in a flashback when Finn wrapped his arm around me, whispering to me:

"Haven't seen ya smile like that in a long time."

"You were so right," I looked up to those blue eyes, my heart racing even more than it already was, "No one dictates us."

"Exactly right," He kissed my temple softly, waving to Damian so we could head out, being little assholes, and waving goodbye to Edge who was being attended to by medical personnel.

Heading up the rampway, I started reminiscing about Finn, thinking of all the hell we raised throughout the years and I needed to know something, asking Damian softly with Finn ahead of us:

"Hope you don't mind, but can I have a moment with Finn? Alone?"

"Sure," He nodded, knowing we had history and I'm sure Finn heard me, taking my hand once we got backstage and Damian parted ways with us once we hit the locker room.

"Ya said that we needed a moment?" Finn hung up his jacket, but still listened to me, trying to be calm and make sure that I made sense:

"We're really a part of a team again?"

"What?" He laughed at me, "Ya think I have a trick up my sleeve or something? If I did, ya would know."

"I know," I thought deeply, "I was your right hand, Finn. I would know."

"Then why ask me that?" It was a stupid question truthfully, there was no going back after what we just did, but he understood, knowing me so well, becoming calm too and relating, "I understand. It all happened so quickly, I can tell ya blood was really pumping, ya still panting."

I didn't even realize that, staring into his eyes helped slow my breathing to a normal pace, letting him know more:

"It just-; I felt like I just got blasted into the past. I don't remember a time we raised hell like that."

"Felt so damn good," He snickered, "Can't wait to do more."

"Me too," I smiled, wanting to confirm by reminding him, "Had you putting kisses on me again. I know you were having a good time."

"Ain't the first time and won't be the last," He kissed my cheek and the long-missed feeling made my eyes close, shaking at his whisper, "Had an opportunity to be with my girl again and I wasn't losing it."

"Is that what this is all about?" I needed to know the truth and thankfully, Finn was always honest with me:

"Edge was using ya and I know ya better than anyone. We said that we would take over this place, but kept hitting roadblocks. This was an open, straight road that we could fly down. Won't lie to ya, I missed us. And we have the chance to be in charge along with it? Again, I couldn't lose this opportunity."

"A perfect opportunity," I agreed, my words having a double meaning and showing him that when I turned my nose, kissing him right on the lips.

We have shared a kiss before and it had been ages since then, both of us shaking with excitement while kissing back, more thoughts opening up as he whispered against my lips:

"And seeing ya all fired up like that? Only made my blood get hotter."

"I'll burn this whole place down if it turns you on," I giggled, kissing deeper and growling playfully, "You know that I know how to start a big fire."

"Better believe that I know," His chuckle was so dirty, hands yanking at my leather shorts, "Wanna set this room on fire?"

"What kind of question is that?" I toyed, stepped back to throw my top off and free my breasts, able to kick my feet out of my shoes, "You know we already planned on it."

"Love to see that ya can still read my mind," He smiled, doing the same with his loosened boots, stepping out of his trunks to be completely nude, and seeing him so sexy from head to toe made my knees weak, but also crazed me.

"Always have, always will," I breathed in before I lost all control, "Now, get over here and give it to me, baby."

We were like wild animals, all tongue in our kiss, arms wrapped around each other, rubbing and tugging, running through our hair and nearly falling from how fast we were trying to go, but finding a stable spot when he dropped to his knees, pressing my back into the floor.

"My oh my," He giggled when spreading my legs, cock learning how soaked my cunt was, having to tease me, "I really turned ya on out there."

"Have you seen yourself?" I hummed, pulling his beard softly to kiss, "I get wet just looking at you."

"Ya did call me the sexy devil for a reason," He picked his head up a little to see how my jaw dropped then clenched, my grip tightening as his tip split me, girth splitting me wider and filling me right up.

"That you are," My body fell so deep into pleasure, getting one more tease in before I was completely gone, "Might need some holy water after this."

"Oh, shut up," That did make him laugh a little, but he went right back to being animalistic, thrusting deep and drilling his hips into mine, "Much rather hear ya moaning."

Oh, he sure heard my moans, working his hips just right, upright on his knees to hold my legs up by the thighs, giving it to me harder to see just how loud I could get, having my eyes roll to the back of my head and throat strained a little from how high pitched my moans grew.

"You little devil, I swear," The pleasure was so good, but I loved letting him know how he could be with small shots, and damn it, he knew how to turn the tables on me, his voice alone increasing my wetness, let alone his hand on my throat, pulling me up a little to growl:

"If I'm the devil, then ya my little demon."

"I don't have a problem with that," I cooed, the swirl in my head giving me an out-of-this-world experience, with orgasm so close, my sinful side spoke for me, "Choke and fuck me harder."

"And ya say I'm the devil?" He chuckled, gladly listening and having me weak with the grip on my throat, mouth wide open and needing the air, but I didn't care a bit, only wanting that amazing, hard pound that made me ache.

"I have my moments," I got out with a quick breath, smiling brightly with my eyes rolling again, the lack of air having me gasping, harder and harder at the feeling of my walls clenching death grip, hearing our wet skin slapping, sweet spot about ruined and couldn't take much more without a waterfall coming out of me.

"Bout to have a great one," He still had an arm on my thigh, leaning down and pushing my leg clear down to the floor, growling in his kiss, "Cum for me. I know it's happening."

"I am!" I was getting woozy, but all of the pleasure, heat, and stings were as intense as ever, making sure I felt all of it along with the fuzziness in my head, "I'm cuming, Finn."

Knowing I needed the moment, he let go of my throat, holding my other leg and going as quickly as he could, which was a lot, having my body shaking because my back was trying to arch meanwhile, I was folded like a chair, chest heavy but still getting out screams, my cries of his name filling the room while I gave way, orgasm spurting out when my head fell back hard with a cry:

"Fucking hell, Finn!"

"Hell must be our heaven," He panted, smiling while reaching his edge, dropping my legs and having to prop himself up on his elbows on the sides of my head, both of us panting and worn out, but still having a fun time.

"It's heaven for us, hell for everyone else," I phrased better, his response had me wheezing:

"Sounds about right and after all that screamin', I know everyone heard that."

"Well, they better mind their business if they know what's good for 'em," I met his gaze deeply, smiling because I was happier than ever, "Because we're back."

Like Finn said before, we were a force to be reckoned with and that was truer now than ever, smiling just as bright as me in his kiss, "Hell yeah."

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whump-card · 3 months

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Forged Divinity Chapter 19: Leannan Gets a New Name

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CW: institutionalized slavery, religious themes, noncon with multiple whumpers, restraints

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Titus 2:9

Teach slaves to be subject to their masters in everything, to try to please them, not to talk back to them.

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“You understand you belong to me now, yes?” Captain DuPont asked.

“Yes, sir,” Leannan smiled sweetly.

They had come for him after dark. Leannan had fallen half-asleep on the floor, near Phineas but not quite next to them. He had been yanked out of his doze and forced to his feet. He had stumbled along between two guards to the door, their hands firmly around his arms.

“Do we take Councilwoman Jeanette, too?” one guard had asked the other, putting all his scorn into the title, “Have twice the fun?”

Leannan’s heart took a dive at that, bringing him fully into wakefulness. He knew what he was being taken for. Jeanette – even if she was a heathen – was a real person, and ill. Real people shouldn’t be made to do what Iowans do.

“Don’t you know what disease she has?” he had asked innocently, “It’s terribly contagious.”

“Ugh,” the guard had cringed, “Nevermind.”

Now Leannan stood in the dining room, next to the head of the table where DuPont sat. The table was filled with guards, sitting elbow-to-elbow, stuffing their faces with what looked like a month’s worth of food preserves: dried fruits, jarred vegetables, smoked meats and sausages, dried fish, jams and jellies, and bottles upon bottles of wine – or rather, they had been eating, until Leannan entered and took their attention. Now they all watched him, whispering amongst themselves.

“You know, I’m not all that interested in you,” DuPont said, “I’m married. I love my wife. But, I am willing to take care of you. Give you a good life. Protect you.” His eyes flicked to the ogling guards, then back to Leannan. “But I love the men and women who work for me, as well. I want them to have a nice celebration tonight. So here’s what I’m going to do,” he leaned forward, “You’re going to see what your life would be like with them. And afterwards, you can pick. Them or me.”

“But you’re my master, sir,” Leannan said, hiding his nervousness with more smiles, “Of course I’ll pick you.”

“I know you will,” DuPont smiled back, “But I want you know know exactly what’s waiting for you if you ever disobey me.”

It was getting harder for Leannan to keep smiling.

“You don’t need to do that,” he said softly, “I’d never disobey you.”

“You’re talking back to me right now.”

“Wh – No, I…”

“There it is again,” DuPont said calmly, “I don’t want to ever hear you say ‘no’ to me, Leannan, or that I don’t need to do something, or that you don’t like something, or that you don’t want to do something. What I want from you is unquestioning obedience. What I want is for you to be quiet and do as I say. I don’t want to hear a word from you unless I ask you a question or give you an order. Can you do that, Leannan?”

“Yes, sir.” It had to be just a power trip, the Captain reveling in his new authority over Leannan, or a show for his subordinates. There was no way DuPont would actually be that strict.

“Call me Captain.”

“Yes, Captain.”

“And you will be called Chien, not Leannan, from now on.”

“Sean?” Leannan tried to repeat, his Iowan tongue not quite forming the word, while the guards around the table laughed. DuPont heaved a sigh.

“What did I say about talking, Chien?”

“I – I will not speak unless spoken to, Captain,” Leannan stammered out. No, not Leannan – Chien.

“Good boy,” DuPont smiled, and then his gaze slid from Chien over to the guards at the table.

“Alright,” he said, “You can take him now.”

The table erupted into whoops and cheers, and the guard sitting nearest to Leannan – no, Chien – stood and scooped him up into his arms.

Chien let him. He knew it would be easier, to just let them do what they wanted. Even so, he couldn’t resist looking over his carrier's shoulder at the entourage of guards following them out of the dining room, trying to count them. Fifteen, maybe? Mostly men.

Chien had never taken on fifteen before. He felt a little sick.

This was happening. This was happening, and there was nothing he could do. The guards behind him chattered excitedly about what they were going to do to him, how long they’d been waiting, how Chien’s ass was just begging for it – Chien tuned their vulgarity out. It helped that his blood was pounding in his ears, loud and fast.

He missed being Leannan already. Leannan felt stronger than this.

He screwed his eyes shut and prayed it wouldn’t be as bad as he thought.

He was dropped onto a bed. He opened his eyes, and found himself in his room. Was it still his room? Was it ever his room, really? It didn’t feel like it, anymore.

Hands were on him, tugging at his clothes. He shut his eyes again.

Take a breath.

Turn it on.

He sat up and pulled his shirt off over his head, unveiling a smiling face. A new person. Chien.

“Oh, wow!” he gasped, pulling his pants down, “There are so many of you! Are you going to take turns?”

They were all around, some kneeling on the bed, some hanging back and watching, some already partially undressed. It was hard for Chien to keep smiling.

“We’ll figure it out as we go,” someone said, and the hands were back on him, pulling him down, onto his back, lifting and spreading his legs, pinning his arms. Someone had the bottle of oil, pouring the cool liquid onto him, drizzling it up onto his stomach, hands massaging it onto him, then into him as a finger plunged. His legs were pulled further apart, too far, it hurt, and it was hard to keep smiling. But he moaned, in the way people liked, and they were asking him something but it didn’t really matter what they were asking, Chien would always say yes. Always.

Someone leaned over him, reached out; and Chien was blinded by a length of cloth wrapped around his head. He laughed, like this was fun. Someone laughed back.

The loss of one sense made the others feel worse. There were too many hands on him to count. Blood rushed through his ears like a storm. He smelled sweat, and distantly, his own perfume. Lavender.

A second finger entered, prying him open, and Chien tilted his hips to help the process along, like he was supposed to. Someone grabbed his wrist and guided his hand to their dick, and Chien obediently closed his hands around it and began to stroke.

It was hard to keep smiling.

The fingers withdrew but Chien only experienced the relief of emptiness for a moment before they were replaced with a hard cock, sliding in and out as the owner groaned and spoke to Chien.

A lot of people were saying things, actually. There was a lot being said to him, about him, around him. But he needed to keep making the noises they liked and he needed to press up into the man fucking him and he needed to keep jacking the other one off and he didn’t really have the space to listen to what anyone was saying. As long as they were happy, they were laughing, he was doing his job. God would be proud.

He breathed “Yes,” every time a sentence ended with a questioning upturn. That was the only word he really needed to say.

“Do you like that?”

“Are you a desperate whore?”

“You like my cock, huh?”

“You’re the star of the party, aren’t you?”

“Don’t cum inside him, I’m not sticking my dick in your spend, dude.”

The cock inside him pulled out and spilled wet heat onto his stomach. The bed bounced as one person left and was replace with another. Hands pushed, tones became negotiating, and Chien was rolled over. His hips were pulled up and someone new entered him, fucking him slow, gentle. His head was lifted by the hair, and the mattress sagged as someone knelt in front of him.

“Open,” an order made it through the haze. Chien obeyed, taking another into his mouth, groaning, choking, gasping. This one wasn’t slow, or gentle. He couldn’t really smile anymore.

Someone reached under and began to work Chien’s cock. He was hard, as he should be. They’d have fun making him cum. That was good, it was good when they had fun.

He was breathing too fast. He tried to slow down, but it was hard with his airway blocked half the time.

He swallowed one, the other came on his back. People cheered. That was good. He was putting on a good show. It didn’t matter that the blindfold was growing damp against his eyelids. It didn’t matter that his arms were shaking beneath him. He was bringing pleasure to his betters.

The two left, and two more replaced them. The one in his mouth came quickly, to jeers and ridicule, and was replaced. No matter; so long as no one was upset with Chien.

Chien came too, eventually. It was inevitable. This was met with cheers and whistles – but the hand on his cock never left, it just kept going, pushing him into painful overstimulation. A sob forced its way out, stifled by his full mouth. He’d never tell them to stop, though. That wouldn’t be right.

But…

“Please,” he choked out the next time his mouth was free, after swallowing another load, “I need a minute!”

Laughter. Someone grabbed his hair.

“The Captain said to work you as hard as we could. I don’t think you get any breaks!”

Hands pushed. New position. More fucking.

It just kept going. Chien wasn’t counting. He couldn’t have counted, even if he tried. Everything was too loud, too painful, too fast.

He was fighting back before he realized it. Pushing them away. Clawing at the blindfold. Crying. The hands became harsher. They seized his wrists, twisted his arms behind his back, tied them up with something. He kicked – they tied up his legs too.

Hands pushed. New position. More fucking.

Chien screamed for Phineas.

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Phineas woke when the door to their makeshift cell banged open. Their internal clock told them it was about what-the-fuck in the morning. In the slim light coming through the door from the hallway, they saw a guard drag in and throw down a body. Then he was gone, taking the light with him as the door closed and locked.

Phineas stood, crossing the room as their eyes readjusted to the dark. Jeanette lay off to the side, slowly pushing herself upright.

“Is that Leannan?” she asked.

Phineas didn’t answer. Of course it was Leannan. They’d recognize the whore’s naked body anywhere, even in the smallest sliver of starlight eking through the boarded-up windows. He lay on the floor, bound and blindfolded with scraps of fabric, his chest heaving with labored breaths. As they drew closer they could smell him, even through their stuffed up broken nose: sex, sweat, and fresh blood. The blood was smeared across his ass and down his thighs, nearly black as it dried and disappearing into the blueish belt marks that still colored the back of his torso and legs. They wrinkled their nose in disgust, but knelt and reached out anyway, pulling off the blindfold. Leannan blinked up at them, dazed.

“Phineas?” he croaked.

Now that they were closer, Phineas could see the semen dripped across Leannan’s skin, his face, his torso, his hair, some of it already dried and flaking. Phineas felt a flare of revulsion, mixed with jealously. It should have been Phineas defiling Leannan’s body like that, not anyone else. The two feelings culminated into petulance, directed towards Leannan. They dropped the blindfold and stood, walking away.

“Phineas!” Leannan pleaded behind them, “Phineas, please untie me!”

“You don’t belong to me anymore,” they said, settling back into their corner, “I don’t owe you anything.”

There was a moment of silence as Leannan processed this, then an audible sob. He drew his knees up to his chest and turned his face down towards the floor, crying.

Phineas was about to let their eyes drift closed to sleep when they saw Jeanette, crawling laboriously across the floor towards Leannan. They lifted their head to watch.

“Leannan?” she touched his shoulder, feather-light, “Leannan, it’s me, I’m going to untie you.”

“Thank you!” Leannan gasped, “Thank you, Jeanette!”

It took her a minute to unwork the knots, but soon Leannan was sitting up, rolling his wrists and ankles out.

“Thank you, Jeanette,” he said again, and Phineas felt another spike of jealously. Leannan’s gratitude used to be all theirs. Now it could be anyone’s.

“It’s alright,” Jeanette replied softly, “I should be thanking you, for what you said when they threatened to take me.”

Phineas rolled their eyes. Of course, these two would get all soft and chummy with each other.

“Oh,” Leannan sniffled, “It just slipped out. I’m really not supposed to lie, ever. That’s probably why…” Leannan stopped, pressing a hand against his mouth. His shoulders shook with a silent sob.

“I’m sorry, Leannan,” Jeanette said, “I wish I could do more.”

“My name’s not Leannan anymore,” he said, his voice thick with tears, “It’s Chien.”

“Chien?” Jeanette echoed faintly.

“Mhm.”

“That means ‘dog,’” she informed him.

“Oh,” the Iowan hung his head, fiddling with the talisman around his neck, “Okay.”

Phineas huffed. How come they had never thought of that! Hundo would have been adorable.

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mr-clow · 6 months

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Overture: The rise of an imperatrix. Part 2:

Carlos was finishing some details with the camera crew while I was standing behind a square barstool covered with a silk sarong over it that gave a really tidy look. He had found a female blazer that suited me, and one of the journalists combed my hair. He might be unorthodox, but he did his job. For my plan, this was the first step, but I knew I would need someone with his abilities, maybe I had found my press minister.

Carlos – General, we are starting now. Three, two, one!

I looked at the camera, letting my madness run amok in my eyes and words, took a deep breath and hoped that this would have the consequences I desired:

I stand before you today not as a politician, nor as a general, but as a mother who has witnessed unspeakable horrors inflicted upon her daughters, her people, and her beloved land. I am Jeanette Iceni, and I carry with me a heart heavy with grief and a soul ablaze with righteous fury.

These invaders from foreign worlds, have shown us no mercy. They have trampled upon our sacred soil, desecrated our homes, and torn apart the flesh and spirit of our families. My heart weeps for what has been done to them, the innocence stolen, the dignity crushed. We have seen our kin subjected to the cruellest of fates, their bodies massacred, their spirits broken, all by the hands of these heartless aliens.

I stand here today, not in grief alone, but in defiance! We shall not bow to the cruelty of these oppressors. No! We shall rise against them, and with the strength of our ancestors and the fire that burns within us, we shall make them rue the day they set foot upon our sacred world!

They thought they could conquer us, subdue us, break us. But they have underestimated the power of a united people who are willing to fight for their freedom, their honour, and the future of their children. We are the descendants of warriors, the sons and daughters of this great world, and we shall not be silenced.

As an old queen of ages, I saw everything that I held dear ripped away by invaders that hold nothing more than greed upon themselves. I will take the name Boudica, as I will not rest until they have paid for the pain they inflicted upon us or until I am dead.

Our vengeance shall be as relentless as the cruelty of the void. We shall strike back with the force of a thousand storms, and every drop of alien blood spilled upon our hands will be a testament to their wickedness and our unwavering resolve.

Let them hear our battle cries echo through the ages! Let them tremble in fear as they face the fury of humanity! We will fight until every alien invader is cast out of our system, cast out of our worlds, until justice is served for the atrocities committed against our kin, our children, and until we can once again hold our heads high in honour.

My people, our struggle is not in vain. It is a flame that shall burn in the annals of history, a beacon of hope for all who yearn for freedom and justice. Let our enemies know that we are not to be trifled with, for we are the indomitable spirit of humanity, and we shall prevail!

Onward, my warriors! Onward to victory and the reclamation of our land, our dignity, and the honour of our children!

I looked at Carlos who looked at me speechless and softly touched the back of the camera man. As soon as he stopped the broadcast, Carlos said “What the hell did I do” to which I only smiled wickedly and fainted.

I woke up with Carlos slapping me, shouts filling the room and a loud sound that made the room reverb. I grabbed Carlos hand instinctively, looked around and pointed to a chair. He helped me to sit, and I move my head towards the door.

Boudica – Let them in, they are doing their job as you did. Everything else is upon the people you helped me reach and the hearts I touched.

Carlos – You are going to be executed for insubordination. I cannot let you go.

Boudica – You did as you had to. Let them, as I greet death with open arms.

Carlos gave the order to the people holding the door to back off and let them in. As soon as they opened the lock, a brigade of the military forces rushed in, held everyone against the wall and took me as a madman outside the room. I was being dragged through corridors where people saw me with emotions running down their faces. As soon as they stepped into an open space, where refugees were staying, I yelled, for all of them to hear.

“Will this be all? This is the only fight we are going to give? To bow down our heads and dragged ourselves through the mud”

A soldier put his hand on my mouth, stopping me, but it was enough. The sea of people that a second before were lamenting and liking their wounds now had their sight set upon the soldiers that were dragging me. One after the other, they stood up, blocked their path and when one of them tried to move them apart two more appeared to block the path until the soldiers stopped and released me. Scared for their lives, their instinct told them to let me go and retreat.

I won’t say that the revolt was peaceful, but only a hundred lives were lost on it. Less than 48 hours later I was seating on the command room, all the opposition dead and everyone that abandoned their post willingly waiting for a ship to earth.

#humans are deathworlders #humans are weird #earth is a deathworld #humans are space orcs #humans are space aussies #The bloody imperatrix

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daddyhausen · 2 years

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cm punk for prompts 96 and 97 please?

punk has been haunting my mind lately :))

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{ masterlists } | { aew masterlist } | { cm punk masterlist }

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact } fem!reader, strip tease, lap dance, mutual masturbation, daddy kink, orgasm denial, submissive/dominant dynamic, cock riding, male + female orgasms, rough sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, squirting, creampie

{ pairing } — fem!reader x cm punk

{ word count } — 443

{ genre } — smut

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{ 96 } — prove that you deserve my cock

{ 97 } — put on a show for daddy

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he sat in the middle of the room, in a chair opposite the bed

his body already naked, inked skin glistening under soft moonlight

you found yourself at the foot of the bed

half bare in your own right, eyes fixated on him with a sultry gaze

“go on, love” he prompted, his cock resting in his palm

“put on a show for daddy”

you offered him a sultry smile in return, slowly beginning to sway your hips

a slow song began to play from his phone with each movement an article of clothing was removed.

he gave a soft smirk, slowly beggining to pump his cock

his tattooed fingered wrapped tightly around his thick shaft

a soft grunt left his lips now that you were completely bare, legs spread before him on the bed

“prove to me that you deserve my cock” he prompted once more although his tone was darker, his gaze fixated on your like a ravenous wolf

your cheeks became heated, shying away from his gaze.

“don’t keep daddy waiting, love”

you dipped your fingers between your thighs, prompted by his words

slowly beggining to toy with your clit, your pearl so sensitive to your own touch.

your folds slick with your sweetness, allowing such ease for your fingers

“just like that, baby” he grunted against this rough movements of his palm

you toyed with yourself, pretending your fingers were his.

you let out a small whimper, so close to release.

you were almost there, feeling the build of your orgasm ride in your belly before he stopped you

he stood up from his seat, prolonging his own orgasm as he wrapped his palm around your wrist, prying your fingers from your sweet cunt

“not so fast, love” he panted, sweat slightly glossing his hairline

“daddy wants you to cum on his cock tonight”

he pried your from the bed, repositioning you on his lap as he sat back down in the chair

he’s cock slipped into you with ease, hands resting on your ass, squeezing the supple flesh.

his hips bucked up, slamming into you with such wanted force

you buried your head into his shoulder, muttering soft cries for release into his skin.

“d-daddy…” you whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck to stabilise yourself.

he remained silent, his only focus was to bring you to orgasm.

he gave a final thrust, burying his cock deep inside your warmth as you spilled around him

your body shaking with such intense please, crying with such bliss.

his inked arms remained around you, placing chaste kissed to the tops of your breast as he filled you with his seed

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#{ my fics : 🤍 }#cm punk #cm punk fanfiction #cm punk imagine #cm punk smut #cm punk x reader #aew #wrestling smut #wrestling imagine #aew wrestling #aew fanfiction #aew imagine

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More batshit lawyering

Today I have fallen down the rabbit hole of a wild case with an even wilder lawyer.

My first intro to it was a lawtuber (Law & Lumber) who was confounded and perplexed by the dual docs he read: "Motion to Compel Lunch" and "Reply in Support of MTC Lunch."

If you're wondering is "compelling lunch" is what it sounds like, you're right: The plaintiff's lawyer felt he being ignored by the defendant's lawyer and tried to use the court to force him into having lunch so they could discuss the case. If I'm understanding things correctly, the Judge granted the compulsion but also said that the petitioner had to produce all the documents/evidence that the respondent has been requesting and set a hard date for that to happen.

Now let's back up and talk about the case for a moment. From what I've been able to gather it sounds like a woman (Laura, NOT LAUREN THE MORTICIAN) had sex with/gave a blowjob to/was raped by a man (Clayton Echard, former Bachelor star). She claimed to have gotten pregnant from this encounter and threatened to terminate the fetus(es) if Clayton didn't date her. I'm not sure what happened after that, but apparently it involved a miscarriage and her attempting to sue Clayton for a lot of money.

From the sound of it there are a whooole lot of questions surrounding pretty much everything to do with the alleged pregnancy and alleged miscarriage and it sounds to me like it was some kind of scam to try and extort money from Clayton. TBH, I don't really care about the case (beyond it being a shitty thing to lie about stuff like this). It's Laura's lawyer that is astounding.

David Gringas is the latest of many lawyers Laura has gone through. And he is an absolute sack of elephant diarrhea. He's the one who has been harassing Clayton's lawyer about "let's do lunch" (except by "lunch" he means beers & nachos, like the bros do). He's compared Clayton's fanbase to the KKK and referenced "special ed." He's boasted that he's the "Connor McGregor of litigation" (UFC champion?) and that he "look[s] forward to reading their obituaries."

His emails to Gregg Woodnick (Clayton's lawyer) are often aggressively-worded, condescending towards Mr. Woodnick's experience as a lawyer, boastful (of his own experience, of course), and have the kind of misguided threats of legal repercussions I've seen from people like Jeanette Braun. He so far hasn't provided any of the documentation/photos Woodnick has repeatedly requested in order to have experts go over them for veracity (this seems to be of more concern than usual since Laura has previously provided falsified information). It'll be interesting to see what happens with the judge ordering him to hand over that stuff (which may or may not even exist).

I want to see Davey go down in the flaming wreckage of his own hubris. And Mr. Woodnick deserves all the cookies for maintaining a professional front in the face of all this crap.

#drama llama farm

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danpuff-ao3 · 2 years

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Recs List: Femslash Faves (for Sapphic Semptember)

For months I've been meaning to do a femslash list and thinking on it today, it occurred to me: "It's September...Sapphic September!! You have to do it NOW!! NOW NOW NOW!" So here we are!

On the plus side, my panic means I don't have much time to dawdle and overthink. All of these were the standouts to me, the ones that rushed into my mind when thinking of fics to include. So they're, of course, the BEST!

There are so many talented creators out there making such great wlw content! It does my heart good! Please share, give these creators some love, and tell me what femslash fics YOU love while you're at it!

Shades of Dawn

by @corvuscrowned Ginny/Lavender. Rated E. 2k.

Aching & beautiful.

It happens once a month — the full moon fades in the black night sky, replaced with the pink light of dawn. Ginny’s Floo sparks — vibrant green, devoured by gold and amber light. And out spills Lavender Brown.

Clip, Ravel, Cleave

by doshu (@vdoshu).Andromeda/Bellatrix. Andromeda/Tonks. Rated E. 15k.

So tragic and dark and gorgeous; I couldn't help but root for Bellatrix and Andromeda, however wrong it was.

Before Andromeda met Ted, she was a Black, through and through. While years later the story was told that she’d turned her back on her family’s dark ways, in truth, nothing was so simple.

In the beginning, it was just Andromeda and Bella. And it was just the two of them until it was too much.

Apples and Oranges Too

by drawlight (@ripeteeth). Ginny/Hermione. Rated E. 1k.

This one is so sad and passionate at the same time. They can't stay away from one another, but they can't be together.

You’re trouble, Hermione thinks. You’ve always been trouble. That’s the trouble with you.

Plenitude

by eldritcher. Hermione/Amelia. Rated M. 1k.

"Falling in love with somebody I don't really know isn't the strangest thing that has happened to me." -- and as I told the author (and anyone who will listen): "emotion does not logic."

Hers soon an hour of plenitude.

You burn me

by @etalice Ginny/Luna. Rated M. 3k.

Just stunning! Friendship & passion!

Ginny doesn’t notice the cool autumn air licking at the skin of her back. She’s ablaze with passion and want, her fire-skinned hands spreading across Luna’s moon-wax skin like the flame that devoured Serra de Sintra once. Lunae Mons, the ancients called them. Moon mountains, dwelling of Diana the Huntress, Diana of the underworld, Diana of the thrice-splitting way. But it is not Diana that Ginny worships with her hands and mouth, it is not Diana for whom Ginny’s heart sings hymns and psalms (Luna is a goddess in her own right, ruling over apple trees and old wooden stairs, overseeing windowsills and rocks and garden hedges.)

In the wake of her breakup with Harry, Ginny moves in with Luna and falls in love.

A Learning Opportunity

by floweringjudas. Oliver/Percy. Rated M. 4k.

A fun genderswap!

A potion goes awry, Percy and Oliver are turned into girls. Hijinx ensue.

Sunbeam

by @freshbrainss. Ginny/Luna. Rated E. 2k.

Sexy & sweet!

For the hundredth time that afternoon, Luna thanks the sky for sunlight.

Find This Feeling

by @gracerene. Ginny/Alicia. Rated E. 27k.

Empowering tale of self-discovery and growing up.

Ginny has everything she ever wanted: a lovely (if small) flat in the City, a wonderful boyfriend to share it with, and most importantly, her dream job as a reserve Chaser with the Holyhead Harpies. She thinks she's got life all figured out, until a new friendship forces her to reevaluate everything she thought she knew about herself.

This Stone at My Back

by Lomonaaeren. Ginny/Luna. Rated M. 3k.

Home & love.

A tour around Ginny and Luna's shared home, built amid the roots of both tree and stone.

Love and Other Forms of Chaos

by @lqtraintracks. Hermione/Millicent. Rated E. 7k.

Older characters finding love again. Plus cool magical theory talks and chaos!! Who doesn't love chaos??

"In the space between chaos and shape there was another chance." ~Jeanette Winterson

Français

by not_here_leave_a_message. Fleur/Hermione. Rated T. 4k.

Cute & funny!

Viktor was subtle but straight-forward. He had questions and he asked them and he got to know her that way. And Fleur? Fleur was a mess who aired her woes about her crush to her friends. In French.

...too bad Hermione speaks French. Sshhh!

shine

by @onbeinganangel. Ginny/Luna. Rated E. 1k.

Just thinking of this fic makes me happy. So lovely!

It’s different now they share a bed. It’s different now they share a life. It’s different now Luna is not in her blue trimmed uniform, wrapped in a brown tatty blanket. Luna is in their bed, in their house, and she wears soft silk nightgowns in pastel colours with thin lace straps. Her hair is even longer than it was before and Ginny wakes up with it on her face and in her mouth and tickling her shoulders and arms.

Nine Ways of Looking at a Book

by pauraque. Hermione/Minerva. Rated M. 1k.

One of my favorites! Warmth, intimacy, and beauty in every interaction. (I really do need more Minmione in my life!)

Hermione has come back to Hogwarts to teach history. She finds herself looking to the future, too.

Lit Match

by @phantomato. Lily/Alecto. Rated E. 1k.

Humans made of Lily and Alecto both; a little gritty, a little flawed, but oh so interesting!

Redheads should stick together.

From the Tents of Kedar

by rinsbane. Pansy/Millicent. Pansy/Fleur. Rated E. 10k.

Angst. Screwed up people screwing up (and finding love along the way.)

Millicent is everything Pansy thought she’d never touch: a fellow Slytherin, someone her own age – someone ugly, for god’s sake. Funny how things work out, isn’t it? Post-Hogwarts, post-war. Romance, really, despite warnings, and Pansy-centric.

Accept the Extraordinary

by RoozetteR. Luna/Tonks. Rated M. 2k.

Recovery, comfort, support.

No one really knows how Luna ended up living at Lupin cottage after the war. But Tonks keeps the Wrakspurts away and gives Luna hope that the world will sparkle for her again.

Breaking wild roses (stings like love's pain)

by @teacup-tai. Hermione/Pansy. Rated E. 1k.

Practically poetry. 2nd person POV.

I feel like a scream is stuck inside my chest, creeping up in the deep dark hollow of my throat. It’s a mix of pain and agony. So to keep it down, I open my mouth and fill it with your soft, tender flesh. The bronze skin of your shoulder right against my tongue.

A Study in Violet

by tofugumball. Hermione/Angelina, Hermione/Luna. Rated M. 5k.

A beautiful transition from young love to true love.

Flowers in amber are scentless. Hermione realised that years ago. But now, for the first time, it hits her how truly dull they are when compared with a colourful, breathing garden.

or,

Five times Hermione pines after a fantasy and one time she finds real love.

Let's hurt tonight (If love is pain)

by Twot. Fleur/Hermione. Rated M.

Sad soulmates (cool concept, but did I mention sad?)

When she was younger, Fleur actively searched for her soulmate. She craved for the one that would make her heart beat wild, but her soul feel calm.Her understanding of how sick the concept of soulmates was started with Gabrielle.

. The blonde avoided the Gryffindor like a boggart the light and the Gryffindor followed her like a niffler the gold.

Hermione was detirmined to fight for a chance with her soulmate . Soulmate au where you can feel your soulmate's pain

Under Different Stars

by Woldy. Luna/Tonks. Rated E. 2k.

Not everything has to make sense, but it feels oh so right!

They're so different that Tonks doesn't understand why it works, but somehow it does work.

Hot, Red

by wynnebat (@wynnefic). Alecto/Bellatrix. Rated E. 800.

Can confirm: is hot.

"When my mother taught me this spell, I think she was imagining quite a different circumstance."

#danpuff recs #femslash #wlw #sapphic september #femslash faves #hp wlw

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skybluewritings · 2 years

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Wishing for the past, Andrew garfield!peter parker x fem!reader part 6

Note: Hiya so after so long of not updating I finally decided to write the ending. Thank you so much to everyone who has been so supportive it means alot!

warnings: None

word count: 1.5k

She dropped his hands. "I'm sorry I need to go."

His jaw clenched and he glanced away from her. She knew how hurt he was by her lack of answer, but she desperately needed time to think.

She stopped at the door way and looked back at him. "Peter?" He kept his stare away from her.

"I promise I'll give you an answer just let me think." She promised softly, he didn't bother to reply.

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She knew she loved Peter, really loved him. The intensity in his beautiful brown eyes, when he had assured her how unafraid he was to love her, had almost fooled her. She had been close to throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him. She wanted to believe Peter, but she also equally wanted to protect herself.

If she left Michael would she ever find someone else that could comit to her like that? Maybe she could eventually grow to love Michael that much? Staying with him was safe.

"Jesus." She sharply whispered to herself, burrying her head in her hands.

The elevator dinged, coming to a stop. The closer she got to her apartment the sicker she felt. She was the world's worst fiance.

As she opened the front door she saw Michael and their friend Jeanette settled by the kitchen island. Her heart sunk, Jeanette was a wedding planner. They'd only gotten engaged the day before and the planning had already begun.

"Hey Jeanette." She greeted, forcing herself to smile.

"Hello miss bride to be." Jeanette squealed.

"Actually it'll be Mrs soon." Michael smugly commented, she had to fight the urge to recoil. Had he always be this cringey?

She stiffened when Michael kissed her on the cheek. "Babe look what Jeanette bought over." He said gesturing to the thick white binder on the counter top.

"I was showing Michael here previous weddings I've done! So you can both get an idea of what you might want." Jeanette excitedly explained, flicking through the folder.

"That's lovely." (Name) agreed.

"I'm thinking we have like a destination wedding." Michael offered.

"Won't that be expensive for people to travel to?.." She asked.

"Who cares that's their problem." He snorted.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Michael that's actually quite a selfish thing to say."

Jeanette clearly sensing the tension cleared her throat. "I think I've shown enough for today, I'll come back some other time." She excused before grabbing her folder and scurrying out the apartment.

"Why do you always have to be so fucking prickly about everything?! Even our friends notice it!" Michael snapped pointing to the slamming door.

"I'm not being prickly." She snapped back. "You just constantly act like a child and expect no one to say anything."

Michael folded his arms. "At least I still know how to have a good time. You were so much more fun when we first met."

"Probably because I hadn't realised I'd have to be the adult in our relationship." She said with a humourless laugh.

These sort of arguments happened every few months with them. Michael would do something embarrassing and she would be left picking up the pieces.

"You're not my mother, you're my fiance so act like it." Michael commanded.

"I'm not even sure I want to be your fiancé!" She shouted.

"What?!" He sharply asked. "We've been engaged for less than 48 hours, so much for a long engagement."

She threw her hands up in frustration. "How would it have been long if you were already planning the wedding the day after getting engaged? Not to mention not even bothering to ask me what I might want for the wedding?"

Michael deadpanned at her. "Because I'm the one with superior design taste, I mean I decorated this whole apartment."

"Which again I never asked you to do!"

He tugged at his hair. "Have you noticed how much we fight these days?"

She let out a sigh. "Yeah. We didn't used to be like this."

"When did the fighting start?"

"I can't even remember anymore."

"What went wrong?" He wondered.

"I'm not sure sometimes people grow apart." She sadly admitted.

He was quiet for a moment. "We were happy though at the start right?" He carefully asked her.

"Yes." She agreed giving him a wistful smile. "We were really good."

Michael and her looked to eachother the same thought present in both of their minds. They had come to a silent agreement.

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She charged up the endless stairs, her feet pounding against the steps. She was certain at that moment she was 90% sweat. She cursed his building for it's elevator being broken. Although it had given her extra time to think. Like what she was going to say exactly to him.

Everything was happening at a mile a minute. Just that morning she had been engaged, the promise of stability with someone who wouldn't leave her. But all it had taken was a few hours alone with Peter to change that. She'd already had slight doubts about her and Michael's relationship but after their a hundreth argument, it had all become clear. Maybe security wasn't worth it if she wasn't going to be happy. It was better to be happy with someone even if you didn't feel sure of the relationship's certainty.

She eventually arrived at the door and hurriedly knocked it. It gently opened to reveal Peter, he was dressed in comfortable clothing he'd clearly been lounging in, from the softness of the fabric and the messiness of his hair. Seeing him dressed so comfortable made her heart swell. His doe brown eyes widened upon seeing her.

He opened his mouth to speak but she raised a hand.

"I'm not trying to be rude but I really need to get everything out-" She panted. "Sorry I'm slightly out of breath, you live on the ninth floor and your elevator was broken."

"Ok here we go. I had some time to think and I realised something was missing with Michael. I was fufilled by my career and my friends and my family, but Michael wasn't fufilling me. You fulfill me. I like who I am when I'm with you, I never felt that way around Michael. Or really with anyone...And I don't care if we won't last, because I love you and that's enough. So I guess I'm all in, if you are too?"

Peter blinked at her in bewilderment.

"I don't want to be with anyone else I only want to be with you. It's always been you." She continued.

His chest heaved as he continued to stare at her.

Her face fell. "I get it if me trying to choose between you and Michael made you not want me. Now I feel like an idiot. I just stood here confessing my love to you and you don't want-"

"Shut up." He said grabbing her face and firmly pressing his lips to hers. She kissed him back after the intial shock.

When they finally pulled apart, she couldn't help but gawk at him. "Why didn't you say anything do you know how embarrassing that was for me?" She stammered.

He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. " I was just taking it in. When the girl you've spent four years thinking about turns up on your doorstep and says everything you've ever dreamed she would say to you it's hard to not be in shock."

A warm smile broke out on her face. "You could have atleast gave me some kind of response!" She tutted playfully rolling her eyes

He snorted. "Well I kissed you didn't I?"

"Yeah, I guess." She agreed. "Just don't leave a girl in the dark like that."

"I forgot how sexy you are when your mad."

"That is so patronising." She groaned.

"Sorry sorry, but doesn't mean it's not true." He said coyly.

She felt her face grow hot, which was ridiculous that he could still have that affect on her.

"I'm so glad your back in my life." She told him with a warm smile, which he returned. "I don't think I realised how lonely I had been until I saw you in my office. Don't ever leave me again ok?"

"I won't, I'm not going anywhere. I want us to last, I'm never leaving you again. I'm not afraid of this anymore." He said, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"You promise?" She asked.

"I promise." He swore, pressing his forehead to hers. And this time she knew he meant it.

𝕽𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙:

Godspeed: Frank Ocean

Sunsetz: Cigarettes after sex

Baby come home 2/Valentines: The neighbourhood

Champagne Problems: Taylor Swift

I miss you,i'm sorry: Gracie Abrahms

happier: Olivia Rodrigo

the one that got away: katy perry

feelings are fatal: mxmtoon

Sparks: Coldplay

never let me go: florence+the machine

Tagged:

@prettiestmark

@mell-bell

@lokisthvr

@mournthewicked

@navs-bhat

@44atta

@ssophiebirkas

#andrew garfield!peter parker x reader #the amazing spider man x reader #andrew garfield #peter parker x reader #andrew!peter x reader #spiderman no way home #angst #fluff #tasm!peter parker x reader

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matteblacklips · 2 years

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august update ii

Disclaimer: I would like to begin this email thread by saying if you didn’t want to receive emails from me you shouldn’t have given me your email to begin with.

Joke of the chain: Hear about the new restaurant called Karma....There’s no menu: You get what you deserve. Trip to NYC: New York was not what I expected. Of course it smelled & there were a lot of rats but I actually really loved it there. Huge fan of Kelvin being down af to do anything and a bigger fan of Stevin and Mina. I can’t wait until October 7th to see Jack Harlow there and have a weekend with 7. I found the coolest decorations for my new apartment and I just need frames for them now, and I got a special edition Spider-Man comic. Kelvin and I spent some quality time together this weekend and if he doesn’t hate me after spending four hours with me both ways, it’s safe to say Kelvin is never getting sick of me. The bar we went to was called The Vig Bar and walking there for 20 mins was almost worth losing a toe..the drinks were disgustingly strong.

Shefali Roast: Fiona asked me if she should go see Ewan McGregor this weekend, and little ole me confused Obi Wan with that boxer/wrestler/fighter from Ireland. I'm totally blanking on names and I can't tell if it's because I'm getting old or if my brain is fried from all the boozing I've been doing.

Kelli Talk : Everyone please pray for our queen Kelli who is now living with three boys until after Labor Day weekend. Being a physical touch girlie, I made her hold my hand today...let me know why neither of us have any f'n circulation? Boy update: Everyone welcome Alex to the chain. He is extremely excited to read the tea. Also; I left my purse at his apartment after my sneaky link & I swear I’ve never felt like more of an idiot considering not even 24 hours before that, I left my purse in Kelvin’s car after he dropped me off. Thank you, T, for driving/making me drive to go get it. I’m never doing that again.

TV Provider Update: HBOMax currently has the best selection of new shows and movies. Will keep you updated considering it changes every few weeks after they took down the Dark Knight Rises, I’ve never been Pro-HBO but they brought back some classics.

Pop culture Update: Jeanette Mcurdy (is that how you spell her name¿ I definitely messed that up) released a book and she basically talked about how much she resented Ariana Grande to the point where she heard a song of hers play on the radio and she started bawling her eyes out. Not Ariana’s fault obviously but Nickelodeon basically forced her to turn down movie roles because of her Sam and Cat contract but would let Ariana miss weeks of work for singing. It’s really sad when you think about it.

November/December plans: I was thinking of getting tickets to go see Celtics/Bulls game in November at TD Garden and I’m 90% down to send it but no one ask to go with me unless you’ll drop the $400 now. You already know I’m so petty that I’ll go by myself and watch the Bulls lose. I’m also down for the Celtics/Heat game in December, but I don’t have a grudge against the Heat. Serious inquiries only.

Amendment: I actually went to buy the tickets but I couldn't find my debit card so now I'm impulsive AND upset. Will try again tomorrow.

Catherine Update:

Friend update: 7 is sick, Thomas and X are probably fine. Kiersten is headed to the cape this week. Anthony and X might live together. X is still so sexy. Kelvin listened to 2 hours of Taylor Swift with me this weekend. Mina has my glycolic acid toner and probably will never use it (I recommend that he does). Kelli is living with her boyfriend. Catherine might go see Alesso tmr. Fiona quit her job (congratulate her). Lynn saw The Weeknd in Dallas, she’s also a reels girlie. Tyler now has an apartment in Chicago and has a blanket and his couch ready for me. Mina Shehata is doing well, I miss him dearly, does anyone remember the first email I sent out (the one with the Holiday Muffin recipe), I’m still so touched that he chose to use that recipe and made it to top two in his baking competition.

Anniversary : Happy Three Years, Pat and Sierra!

Song on repeat: Butter by BTS but the Meg Thee Stallion remix. Listen to it, you will not regret it.

Availability this week: High chance of 7 and I going to dinner with Thomas and X this Friday, also high chance of us being on a boat. Kiersten is free this week so assume that the girls are raging this weekend (Saturday) Everyone is welcome to come. I can send a follow up email about location/where we go. Wednesday & Thursday are looking like I’m going home (considering I haven’t been home since last Tuesday) and I’m pretty sure my dad misses me. I work remote on Friday and that means I’m either taking the early morning bus in OR driving into the city after my 4:30 call OR I may not be allowed to leave my house..stay tuned.

Best,

Shefali Patel

Follow up questions:

Do I have a loud voice? I was with a man and he said I did and I'm not gonna lie...that shit hurt my feelings so bad I almost shut up for the rest of the night.

What's worse, homewrecker or homie-hopper? Like from the perspective of the person being homewrecked and the homie that got hopped on. I personally say homie-hopper because imagine your best friend fucked your boyfriend/girlfriend.. that's fucked...could never be me...ever.

Keep in mind you would be responding to the chain so don’t blow my spot if you can help it. I would really appreciate keeping my dignity if I could.

What to expect: weekly to biweekly emails regarding things that matter to me including but not limited to bad jokes, an update on plans, current events, and my personal favorite new recipes and places to check out!

#shefalipatel_ on ig

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kesakeshi · 4 months

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Which FF14 characters would save me from being a miserable loser?

(not in any particular order) (Spoilers for Endwalker)

Alisaie:

-I think she's pretty good at reading people.

-So is Alphinaud

-So she'd know right away when something's bothering me.

-And immediately pull me out of my funk, even if I resent her for it later.

-"Sulking around? Yeah, that's not going to happen under my watch missy."

-After all, the WoL didn't allow her to wallow in pity, so why should she allow me to do the same?

Alphinaud:

-His sister found out, so of course he'd find out as well.

-He'll start taking me everywhere with him, or start walking everywhere with me, as if I'm a dress up minion or something.

-He hopes it'll get my mind out of the gutter, at least for a bit.

-He also hopes that his persistence shows that he cares about me, and it does.

-"You're smiling? Good, frowning doesn't suit you as much, my friend."

-A charmer, really. Who wouldn't be happy around this kid?

Estinien:

-He's our Lance, of course he'll know right away when I'm in danger.

-He'd know about my change in mood lately, and I think he'd know if I had any 'plans' as well.

-I feel like he'd be very over-protective, but not obvious. He wouldn't let me know that he knows, but he wouldn't just let me off the hook either.

-Poison Potions? Mysteriously disappeared. Machinist? Tough luck, all your guns are gone, pick another job.

-He wouldn't know how to approach me about it, but he'd do anything to make sure that I'm safe, even if it seems a bit stalker-ish.

-"Let's go on a walk today, my friend. The weather outside is nice today."

-I feel like he'd seek advice from Aymeric at some point, as well.

Aymeric:

-My smile? It seems...forced...and he caught on to that immediately.

-He tries to make me happy through gifts.

-Chocolates, fine wines, stuffed animals, anything that he hopes would make me happy.

-But that doesn't work, my eyes still look numb to him.

-So he tries a different approach: physical touch!

-Hugs, hugs, and more hugs.

-He'll keep hugging me until he sees that smile he loves dearly back on my face.

-"My light, I hope you know that you mean the world to me."

G'raha Tia:

-I feel like he wouldn't catch on right away like the others

-He'd think that I just had a bad week. Maybe I was exhausted from numerous tasks that I had to do? Or maybe I was feeling bored from the lack of adventure lately.

-But then G'raha noticed that 'bad week' became 2 bad weeks, and then 5 bad weeks, until he finally realized that something was wrong.

-So he asks me if I'm okay one day. And I lie, and say that I'm fine.

-But those bags under my eyes are telling a very different story.

-"Let's go on an adventure, friend! I'm sure that'll cheer you up!"

-During our time together, he showers me with praises and affirmations, hoping it'll bring my spirit back up to how it was before.

-Poor kitty, give him props, he's really trying.

-Whenever we're far away, he'll make sure to send a letter once a day to check on me, or call via linkpearl.

-Oh, and I should expect a cake or box of pastries from The Last Stand being sent to me frequently as well. Bastard knows I love sweets.

Fourchenault:

-Here me out...

-Remember when Alisaie/Alphinaud mentioned in 6.5 that Fourchenault was interested in talking to us someday?

-Well that happened. I came over for tea at his estate, at his request.

-I make sure to look presentable. A nice formal outfit, to match the aesthetic of the house.

-He mentioned not to mind my attire, but I wanted to impress anyway.

-I also wanted to hide what's been bothering me lately, hoping he wouldn't notice. Hoping that no one would notice.

-But he did, right when we shook hands.

-My handshake. It was, loose then usual, wasn't as firm.

-Then he looked at my sullen eyes, slightly narrowed ears, and tucked in tail. All signs of a stressed Miqo'te.

-But he said nothing, at least not for now.

-We had tea/coffee, pastries, and conversations about my adventures and what I've been up to. Then, he found the opportunity to bring it up.

-"My kids would be awfully sad if their Hero fell into deepest despair. Pray, tell me what's been really troubling you lately?"

-He uses his kids as an excuse to pry, but he's also asking because he genuinely cares, cares about the warrior of light that's protected his kids all this time when he couldn't.

-He's not affectionate, very rarely if you ask Ameliance, but he still has his own special way of letting someone know that he loves them.

-Afterwards, he says his goodbyes, and suddenly gets in the habit of sending dozens of letters a month just like his twins, asking how I've been and if there's anything I need help with.

-Oh, and Ameliance says hi.

Next time it'll be,

...idk, I ran outta ideas.

#can't you tell I'm a fanfic writer

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langtanfarvingar · 7 months

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When my friend Melot set the trap, I think I knew it. I turned to death full face, as I had turned to love with my whole body. I would let death enter me as you had entered me. You had crept along my blood vessels through the wound, and the blood that circulates returns to the heart. You circulated me, you made me blush like a girl in the hoop of your hands. You were in my arteries and my lymph, you were the colour just under my skin, and if I cut myself, it was you I bled. Red Isolde, alive on my fingers, and always the force of blood pushing you back to my heart.

Jeanette Winterson

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longalpha · 2 years

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Gentle reader i married him

Fear not, dear readers, for if there is any scandal at said event, then I shall uncover it. Choose wisely, for her fate rests upon the hands of each and every one of you.ĭo not fret! I have my quill ready to note any scandal that occurs, so be sure to read my next paper for all the sordid details. But, perhaps the second-born, Benedict Bridgerton, could dominate this season as well.ĭearest reader, the time has come to place our bets for the upcoming social season: who do you think would be most suitable to court our beloved Miss Auclair? As you tap on the name of your choice, it will lead you to the future of Miss Y/N and her eventual husband. Could the 1814 season finally be the season where one of the male Bridgertons marry? Perhaps, Viscount Anthony Bridgerton will grace the woman with his undeniable charms. Would she be the diamond of the season? After all, she grew up along with the famous Bridgerton brothers… Even one particular Bridgerton sister seems to agree that Miss Y/N would fit perfectly into their family. The Duke and Duchess’ new arrival has been the talk of the town, but this Author has been reliably informed that Miss Y/N Auclair is taking residence for the first time back in London after living in France for years. Much excitement is in the air regarding this new addition, and oh, what an adorable addition he is! Is there anything more exhilarating than the announcement of the ball held by Her Majesty, the Queen? Last season we were overjoyed with the success of our beloved Duke and Duchess of Hastings and after much anticipation, I can confirm that our fair city of Mayfair is gaining a new citizen! It is official… the Duke and Duchess of Hastings has welcomed a beautiful baby boy. But be forewarned, dear reader, I certainly know you.ĭearest gentle reader, the ton are abuzz as a new season is upon us. You do not know me, and rest assured, you never shall. "About this title" may belong to another edition of this title.It has been said that, “Of all women dead or alive, a scribbling woman is the most canine.” If that should be true, then this author would like to show you her teeth. More famous for her sensuous novels, Michèle Roberts now writes a short, sharp and witty novel in the spirit of Muriel Spark. in the unfailing sensuality of her descr) Book Description: The real pleasure of Roberts's writing lies. Guardian ( ‘Conundrums and their answers bombard the reader like a shower of carnival confetti in a novel whose characters resemble the cast of a modern-day commedia dell’arte. Roberts has constructed a fantastical Italian city, a capriccio of the sort beloved of Italian artists of the Renaissance, and makes the setting half realistic - imbued with the smel)įinancial Times ( ‘With her sudden offbeat collisions between reality and fantasy, Robert's sensibility is reminiscent of Jeanette Winterson’s, though undeniable shades of Muriel Spark prevail, of the writer fully in control of her measured, ironic tone, however much her n) Mail 'A triumphant tour de force ( Time Out‘Michèle Roberts is on sparkling form with her ludic 11th novel. but don't be deceived: Michele Roberts has written something altogether darker and wittier. The scenario is that of a standard romance. A sizzling firework display of a book ( Sunday Times ‘A deliciously black and breezy affair, the perfect antidote to dull winter days.

#Gentle reader i married him

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derangedrhythms · 3 years

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Do you have any quotes on "touch"? I've been thinking about touch and its absence because of the pandemic and would love to read anything on it

"One day without his hands and she thinks how sad it is to love."

— Marguerite Duras, from 'Hiroshima Mon Amour', tr. Richard Seaver

"Don't you sense me, ready to break / into being at your touch?"

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Book of Hours: Love Poems to God; from ‘lch bin, du Ängstlicher. Hörst du mich nicht’, tr. Anita Barrows & Joanna Macy

"Because I never hold you, I hold you fast."

— Rainer Maria Rilke (quoted in ‘A Lover’s Discourse’ by Roland Barthes, tr. Richard Howard)

"…a heart that strikes up a battle rhythm every time you touch me."

— S. T. Gibson, from 'Literary Sexts'

"That night was nothing but getting to know how smooth your body is. The memory of it goes through me like brandy."

— Ted Hughes, Letters of Ted Hughes; from a letter to Sylvia Plath, March 1956

"when we touch / we enter touch entirely"

— Anne Sexton, All My Pretty Ones; from ‘The Truth the Dead Know’

"The weight of his fingers on mine, like a bird landing on a branch. It was the drop of the match. I did not see that we were surrounded by tinder until I felt it burst into flames."

— Hannah Kent, from 'Burial Rites'

"In the heat of her hands I thought, This is the campfire that mocks the sun."

— Jeanette Winterson, from 'Written on the Body'

"...he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist..."

— Richard Siken, Crush; from 'You Are Jeff'

"His touch both consoles and devastates me…"

— Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories; ‘The Erl-King’

"Shock! It’s as though his soul has touched / me as his arm leans on mine."

— Marina Tsvetaeva, Selected Poems; from ‘Poem of the End’, tr. Elaine Feinstein

"I want to touch you until my palms burn."

— Amirae Garcia, from 'Literary Sexts'

"What are you now? If we could touch one another, / if these our separate entities could come to grips,"

— Muriel Rukeyser, from 'Effort at Speech Between Two People'

"...and then one touch of your hand / and God comes rushing back."

— The Borgias, Season 3; Episode 10

"I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder,"

— A. E. Housman, from 'He would not stay for me, and who can wonder'

"They were not holding hands, but their shadows were."

— Toni Morrison, from 'Beloved'

"Oh how it courses all through my veins when by accident my finger touches hers or when our feet touch under the table. I pull back as though from fire and a mysterious force draws me on again—there is a fainting in all my senses."

—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, from ‘The Sorrows of Young Werther’, tr. David Constantine

"Come back often and take hold of me, / sensation that I love come back and take hold of me— / when the body’s memory awakens / and an old longing again moves into the blood, / when lips and skin remember / and hands feel as though they touch again. / Come back often, take hold of me in the night / when lips and skin remember…"

— C. P. Cavafy, Collected Poems; ‘Come Back’, tr. Edmund Keeley & Philip Sherrard

"I feel you, phantom touch, although you're far"

— Chelsea Wolfe, 'Twin Fawn'

"She stroked my head for a long time, and then we hugged and it felt like drowning."

— Jeanette Winterson, from 'Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit'

"I realize after this touch / he would know me / years from now, even / in the dark, even / without my skin."

— Philip Memmer, from 'The Paleontologist’s Blind Date'

"I had to touch you with my hands, I had to taste you with my tongue: one can’t love and do nothing."

— Graham Greene, from 'The End of the Affair'

#compilations #touch #long post

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jaceyneedsabetterusername · 4 years

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Do You Trust Me?

Pairing: Arvin Russel x Reader

Summary: When Lenora finds out she’s pregnant and another girl turns up pregnant and murdered, Arvin and Y/N take matters into their own hands.

Warnings: Violence, Murder, Sexual Assualt, Teen Pregnancy, Cursing, Mentions of Rape, Bullying, Dark Religious Themes, Talk of Abortion DO NOT READ IF THESE BOTHER YOU (Very similar things to the movie)

Word Count: 7000

A/N: So Lenora doesn’t die in this but that part is instead replaced by the Reaster girl being found dead (I named her Jeanette... I didn’t remember if they gave her a first name)

A/N 2: I know I’m writing characters that exist already but like I feel like I’m going to Hell for writing this. Any other Christians feel that way about liking the movie?

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Secrets were hard to keep in such a small town as Coal Creek. Everyone knew everyone and if one person saw something, the whole town knew about it by next morning. That’s why Lenora had kept her secrets with Reverend Teagarden from all except you. Other than Arvin, you were her only friend in the world. It felt nice to have another girl to talk to because as much as she loved her brother, it was nothing like having a sister. Though you weren’t related, just friends from school, it was the closest thing she had.

The two of you had bonded over the harassment from boys at school. Unlike Lenora, you had no problem dishing back threats and abuse. You were more like Arvin in that sense, not always terrified that the Lord was going to smite you for defending yourself. You and Arvin were close too because of it.

The day you two met, he’d gone to pick Lenora up from school one day to find the two of you cornered out back by Dinwoodie and his boys. They called Lenora ugly, as per their daily routine, and said they wouldn’t fuck her with a bag on a her head. Tommy Matheson had a paper bag held over her face, holding her down while she squirmed.

“There ain’t nothing alive that would willingly let you touch them, Dinwoodie!” You spat while Orville Buckman held you back, his arms wrapped around your body, keeping your arms . pinned to your side, “You’re a vile thing. Hell, I’m sure a dead pig wouldn’t let you fuck it.”

Dinwoodie spun around and blew a hard smack across your face, “Lenora here ain’t much different than that. But you on the other hand, I’d take you whether you wanted it or not. I like a girl with a dirty mouth. And lucky you, I won’t make you wear the bag.”

He fisted your hair and pulled your face close to him, trying to force a kiss from you but spat in his face, a massive drip of saliva landing in his eyes and smaller particles spewed across his lips. “You nasty bi-” Gene Dinwoodie reared back, ready to hit you again when suddenly Arvin came out of nowhere, sending a solid blow straight into Gene’s face, sending him flying to the ground with a crack.

Orville let you go to go after Arvin and Tommy did the same to Lenora. You ran over to her and pulled the bag from her head, seeing evidence of her silent tears all over her face. Once you saw she was okay though, you ran over to help Arvin, who had found himself dragged to the ground by the three boys. Lenora got up too, screaming for them to stop.

“Stop!” You yelled, pulling at Gene’s arms to try and get him to stop kicking Arvin. He shoved you back harshly by the chest but you caught yourself, returning with a sharp blow to his face with your locked fist.

The enraged boy smacked you even harder than before, sending your ass to the ground with thud that you knew would leave a bruise. Your hands and knees got skinned up as you skid slightly on the pavement. Lenora kept pulling on the boys too, begging them to stop but to no avail.

“Ha, sister fucker!” The three of them called out to Arvin before leaving the three of you alone.

“Are you okay?” You asked the boy that you hadn’t met before, who was curled up in a ball on the ground and holding his stomach. He groaned in response, trying to push himself up but requiring your assistance. “Thank you for what you did back there. I’m sorry this happened.”

He stretched, flinching at the slight movement. He sent a small nod towards you but then turned towards Lenora, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner, Lenora.” Words couldn’t describe the guilt he felt for allowing this to happen.

“It-it’s okay, Arvin. It wasn’t that bad this time. Y/N here took the brunt of it, unfortunately.” Lenora turned to you, “‘M sorry about that, by the way. You didn’t need to step in for me.”

You had stood up about the same time Arvin did, brushing as much of the dirt off your bleeding and scraped up knees as you could without flinching, “Those guys are ass holes, Lenora. I did need to.”

Lenora piped up, “Oh, um, Y/N, this is my brother Arvin. Arvin, this is Y/N. She just moved here.”

“It’s nice to meet ya.” You greeted the boy with a pained smile, your face hurting from the blows you’d just taken.

Arvin nodded, “You too.” He paused for a moment, “Can I give you a ride home? I don’t need them boys catching up with you again on the ride home. Besides, your face is getting mighty red. I might have something back at my house to keep it from bruising up too bad.”

You looked over at Lenora, sending her a questioning look, like asking if you could trust this boy who had just come to your rescue, which may have seemed like an odd inquiry to have since he just tried to take on the guys harassing you, but your encounters with boys in this town hadn’t gone all too well thus far. The girl looked unfazed though with almost a hint of excitement that you could possibly be going to her home.

“Um, yeah, I’d like that. Thank you.” You tucked a messy strand of hair behind your ear before looking back up at Arvin to see that he was already staring at you.

That was months ago. You’d gotten settled into Coal Creek by now and the abuse from Dinwoodie had stopped entirely after Arvin had gone full vigilante to beat the shit out of them all. Speaking of Arvin, the day he saved you and Lenora, he asked you on a date and the pair of you had been going steady ever since. If there was ever a couple to not be fucked with, the town had learned it was you two.

This weekend, you’d gone over to the Russel’s home for supper at their Grandma’s invitation. It was delicious, as usual, as that woman had the God-given ability to produce miracles in that kitchen. As you all finished up, Uncle Earskell asked Arvin to help with something upstairs so he left without a second thought to help his kin.

Lenora had been looking at you funny all night, as if trying to catch your eye. After helping Grandma (which she insisted you call her as well) clean up supper, Lenora pulled you off to the side, “Y/N, let’s go on a walk. I need to tell you something.”

The weight in her eyes told you how serious this was so you just nodded, “Yeah, yeah, of course. Let’s go.”

She grabbed a lantern on her way out the door and towards the barn. It was already dark, despite only being seven in the evening. Lenora led you out there and then closed the door before sitting on the hay. “So what is it?” You asked nervously. Normally, you would have made a joke but something told you that this wasn’t a joking matter. Anxiety buzzed all around her.

“Y’know the new pastor? Preston Teagarden?” Lenora began, wringing her hands together and beginning to hide under her long red hair.

You nodded, the question having an obvious answer as everyone, including your God fearing Mama and Aunt, went to church every Sunday. “What about ‘im?”

“Well… um… y’see. We… we had sex.” She whispered the last word like it was the dirtiest thing she could fathom saying.

Your eyes blew wide and your mouth dropped open, “You what?” You whispered back in shock.

“Shh!” She held her finger up to her lips, “He said that to bear yourself as God made his first children was to truly turn yourself to Him.”

You were having a difficult time processing this new information. Arvin and you had both agreed that there was something off about that new preacher since the first day you met him but you wouldn’t have guessed it was anything like this. “Lenora, that makes no sense. God sees everything. He’s already seen you in your birthday suit. He doesn’t need the preacher to see it too.”

Part of you felt bad for the way you were reacting, especially when you saw the way your best friend shrunk back a little in embarrassment. Clearly, he’d manipulated her into getting what he wanted, using her faith as a weapon for her sexual exploitation, but of course she didn’t see it like that because his words were specifically tailored to get her to believe him. Now as you said these things, though, it was becoming clearer to Lenora that she had been manipulated.

“That’s not all…” She continued.

You held her arm gently, “What is it?”

Her eyes got wide with fear, “You can’t tell anyone okay? You gotta promise.” Her hand covered yours, gripping tightly to ensure that you grasped the severity of the situation.

You swallowed hard, honestly scared by her reactions to whatever was happening. This wasn’t like sweet, simple, calm Lenora. Nonetheless, you nodded, “I promise.”

“I think I’m pregnant.”

You actually choked, “What? Are you sure?” This was bad. This was so bad.

Her eyes began to well up with guilty tears, “Yeah, I am. I was pretty sick a few weeks back. Couldn’t eat nothin’ cause I kept throwin’ up. And I haven’t had that time of the month in two months.”

“Two months, Lenora? Shit…” You whispered, leaning back against the hay. Even before moving to Coal Creek, you came from a small town in Pennsylvania where this had happened to a few girls. In fact, it wasn’t uncommon in that particular town. Your daddy had been a doctor before he died so you’d seen more than a few cases of teenage pregnancy. For Lenora, though, this was practically unheard of. Good Christian girls don’t have babies before marriage. “Did you tell ‘im?”

Lenora’s breath shook, “Yeah ‘nd he said I was crazy and delusional. Just imaginin’ things. Said we never did nothin’ in the car. Then he said that I had to get rid of the baby or I’d be branded as the town whore with a bastard son. Even said it’d kill Grandma from the shame of it all if anyone found out.”

“That is not true, Lenora. None of it. You’re not a whore and it would be best for everyone if that baby inside you was a bastard. That disgusting man isn’t fit to walk the Earth we live on, let alone be a father.” It felt like the blood was rushing through your veins with full force, internally panicking about the situation. This was a big deal and, unfortunately, you weren’t sure if Lenora was emotionally capable enough to handle it alone. She’d always been quiet and lonely and an easy target for cruel people. “Are you keepin’ it?”

Her breathing shuddered as if she’d started crying, “I can’t kill the baby inside me and go on livin’ with that. But I don’t know what to do. I’m so scared,Y/N.” Lenora threw her arms around you and you held her as her body rattled against yours.

“Shh, you got me, alright? Me and Arvin. And I’m sure Grandma wouldn’t be ashamed if she knew what Teagarden did to you.” You insisted but she shook her head.

“You must think I’m stupid for believin’ that man.” She sat up wiping her eyes with her sleeve.

“No! I do not think you’re stupid at all. That monster took advantage of you, told you things to make you believe that his dirty, lustful thoughts were vindicated by the Lord. And he’s going to fucking pay.” You were furious now as you began to stand up, unsure of exactly what you’d do but you knew you were gonna do it.

Lenora grabbed your arm and pulled you back down, “No! Wait! Please-”

“What’s going on here?” Arvin opened the door with a concerned face.

Both you and Lenora jumped at his sudden intrusion but were even more nervous about what he’d heard.

“How much did you hear?” Lenora asked her brother, rubbing her hands on her thighs.

He walked in and slammed the door shut behind him, kneeling down in front of you and his sister, “That someone took advantage of you and Y/N was gonna make ‘im pay. Now what happened? What’s going on?”

This was one of the things that you’d always loved about Arvin. He had this protective nature over what he loved, ready to do anything to keep his loved ones safe, whether that was his sister, his girlfriend, or his grandmother. His brown eyes held so much sincerity and understanding for his younger sister but also fear for what had been done to her.

When she didn’t respond right away, Arvin looked over to you with questioning desperate eyes but you chewed your lip, knowing that it wasn’t your secret to tell. Instead, you looked back over to Lenora sadly and nudged her slightly.

“C-can you say? Please? I don’t wanna say it again.” Lenora begged you quietly, avoiding eye contact with Arvin. Though you could never truly know she felt, you tried to understand all the emotions that must have been running through her.

Arvin met your eyes, begging you to tell him what had happened. “She’s pregnant. It’s that Reverend Teagarden’s baby. Said that he told her that the only way to get close to God was to show him her in the form of Adam and Eve. But now he’s saying that she’s delusional and that it’s not his.”

Arvin’s temper flamed inside his chest. That explained the Reverend’s intense sermon about delusion this last Sunday. Nobody did this to his sister and got away with it. “I’ll kill him. I’ll fucking ki-”

“Arvin please-” Lenora tried to calm him but it was a weak attempt, still trying to stay quiet so Grandma wouldn’t notice.

“No, I’ll end his life for what he did to you.”

You watched your boyfriend reel around, hands holding onto his hat. He was livid, understandably so.

Lenora wasn’t quite sure why she wanted to protect Preston Teagarden after what he’d done to her but she thinks it’s that she was more concerned for her brother. Besides, no matter what Teagarden had done, did he really deserve to die for it?

“We don’t have to hurt him,” You spoke to your boyfriend, “If she wants, she can just have the baby and we’ll help raise it.”

“But he said it’s not his and that I’ll just be considered some no-good whore. He said it’ll kill Grandma. I don’t want to kill Grandma.” She was almost crying again at the thought of their grandmother ending up six feet under because of the shame of having her as a granddaughter.

“He said that?!” Arvin nearly yelled.

“But what if he’s right?” Lenora thought out loud, “I couldn’t live with myself if I got rid of the baby but I can’t risk killing Grandma. Maybe it would be better if I were dead-”

“No!” You and Arvin both said firmly in unison. You held her hand tight and Arvin knelt down again.

He swiped his thumb comfortingly across the back of her hands, “Don’t you ever say that. We have both already lost too damn much to lose each other too, ya hear me?”

Lenora nodded, tears falling down her cheeks when she closed her eyes.

“Why can’t we just ruin him? You can have the baby and let everyone know what he did. Everyone will know that he’s the father and it’ll destroy his life.” Arvin suggested, all of the miserable ways this could end for the man twisting his heart in sadistic pleasure.

You shook your head though, “No, they won’t. It’s different for girls in small towns like this. Doesn’t matter what happened, you’re still the dirty no good whore, even if you were raped. The man is treated like a victim for even having the inkling of an accusation brought up.” After a few minutes, you suggested, “Why don’t we run off. We’ll all go to a new town, somewhere where nobody knows none of us. We’ll tell ‘em that your husband died in the war, leaving you with the baby. I’ll go with. I’ll help you raise it.”

She shook her head, “But what about Grandma and Uncle Earskell?” She did have a point. They were both getting on in age and would need more help than they already did.

You all sat in silence for a few moments, brainstorming ideas of what to do. Eventually, Arvin looked at his sister, “Don’t worry. We’ll figure something out.”

The three of you went back to the house for the rest of the night, knowing that everyone would be getting suspicious if you were out any longer.

The three of you kept the secret quiet, barely even speaking about it to each other. You’d been doing as much research on babies in the libraries at school, which earned you quite a few disapproving looks from people who assumed that you and Arvin were expecting. You were serious when you said that you had every intention of helping Lenora and so was Arvin.

Weeks had gone by with relatively no news. Well, that’s what the town thought at least. After finding out about what the Reverend had done to Lenora, Arvin had told you about his plan to watch him.

The pair of you had spent several afternoons staked out near the church, watching as he went to the place of worship and then left at night. But then you started noticing a frequent visitor. Jeanette Reaster. The pair would drive off to a little secluded field and, sure enough, Teagarden would have his way with her. Though you couldn’t hear what was said, it was clear that they’d been praying beforehand before she submitted to him fully. Now, you knew Jeanette Reaster and, much like Lenora, she was the last person you’d imagine having premarital sex for the fear of being struck down by God. Whatever this man had said to them must have been real convincing.

“Piece of shit…” Arvin leaned forward against the steering wheel of his car while you sat beside him. You both watched on as the Reverend laid the girl down and began his assault of falsely “holy” acts.

For respect of Jeanette, you both looked away during the actual act but when you saw her ride off, Teagarden got out of his car, a bunch of fabric in his hands and sniffed them as he watched her. “That fucking perv. How does nobody know about this?” You asked, disgusted. Reaster was a good girl. She didn’t deserve this abuse.

“We know about it.” Arvin said, putting the car in reverse, “And that’s enough.” Less than a week later, word got out that Jeanette Reaster had run off. Grandma had told Arvin and Lenora that her mother had said to her privately that Jeanette left a note saying that she was pregnant but the father refused to believe that he was the father. To spare her family the shame, she ran away and begged them to just say that they had no idea what had happened to her. That’s what her parents intended to do for their daughter’s sake but had entrusted Grandma with the secret just so they had somebody to talk to about it.

The day after she disappeared, they found her body on the side of the road just a few towns over. Nobody had any idea of what had happened except for you and Arvin. Both of you were convinced that Teagarden had murdered her to keep his secret from getting out.

The anger that was held between you and Arvin both was unparalleled. In part, you both felt partially responsible for her death. If only you’d said something, maybe you could have saved her. But neither of you even knew she was pregnant. That monster did to her exactly what he had probably planned to do to Lenora.

“We have to set things right.” Arvin said, sitting in his car one night with you in the woods, “That girl is dead and I can’t help but feel like it’s on me.” His head hung sadly, the weight of another death weighing on his heart.

You shifted sideways in the seat, your jeans rubbing against the vinyl car seats. You placed a hand gingerly on his cheek, “This is not your fault. This is the evil of a wicked man.”

“A girl is dead, Y/N. He got her pregnant and murdered her. He got Lenora pregnant and tried to convince her she was crazy. He’s taking advantage of innocent girls out here and then tying up the loose ends.” Arvin sat there, so much hurt behind his brown eyes. Then an idea dawned on him, “Do you trust me?”

The question took you off guard and it showed but you answered honestly, “Yes.”

Perhaps being quieter in church was for the best for this particular scenario. You’d never been as religious as the rest of your family or the rest of the town, for that matter. But this morning, you found yourself on your knees by your bedside. “Lord, please forgive the things that I am about to do. Please understand that I do this with the best intentions of protecting every other girl to cross paths with Preston Teagarden and to avenge the death of Jeanette Reaster. I pray that you please forgive Arvin as well as I know he is a man with nothing but good and love in his heart. In Jesus’ holy name, amen.”

Almost on cue, your mom knocked on the door to see you on your knees, “Arvin is out front waiting for you.” She announced with a warm smile, noticing your outfit, “You look nice, sweetie! Since when do you clean up all cute for that boy?” She teased, a loving smile on her face as you smoothed out your yellow dress that hung just below your knees. The sleeves were tight and went about halfway down your biceps. It was far from revealing with a neckline that stopped just below your collarbones but it still was tight enough to accentuate the shape of your concealed breasts. A brown belt was tied around your waist, showing off your figure.

“Yeah, well I figured that for once I might as well dress up and do something nice.” The lie slipped out smoothly despite the racing of your heart in your chest.

She pulled you in for a hug, “Well you tell Arvin that I want you back by nine tonight! I’ll be going over to Mrs. Hadderson’s for quilting today, just so you know, in case I’m not home when you get back.”

You picked up your bag and pulled her into a side hug, “Alright, Mama. Love you!” You hollered, running out the door. Arvin was dressed normally, just his blue jeans and t-shirt, but he still looked great as always.

When you slid into the passenger seat of his car, he perked up and looked over at you, “Not used to seeing you like this on any day but Sunday.” He attempted to joke but found it difficult considering what the two of you were planning on doing.

After driving a ways down the road, he asked, “Are you sure you want to be a part of this? Because I can drop you off with Lenora and I’ll take care of this myself.”

Looking over at him to see his eyes scanning your face for signs of hesitation, you placed your hand on his leg, “I’m not letting you do this alone.”

Not too deep down, Arvin felt terrible for allowing you to partake in this. Death had always seemed to follow him wherever he went; he didn’t want you to be stuck with the same curse. The two of you developed a plan but Arvin had created a backup just in case you decided you didn’t want to partake, not that he would blame you. He was terrified beyond belief himself but he’d decided that for the sake of every other girl in this town and any other one’s Teagarden had harmed in the past, he had to do this.

The only thing making him feel remotely at peace with your involvement was the fact that you weren’t actually doing the killing. You were the diversion, he was the trigger man. Arvin sighed, relenting to the fact that you were in on this, “Did you bring the rope?” He asked, eyes flicking over to you and your bag between glances at the road that moved beneath the wheels of his car.

You dug around in your little bag and pulled out a small length of rope, a weapon chosen for the lack of clean up. “Got it. You got the gun?”

Arvin pulled his denim jacket back just enough to show the handle of the Luger that once belonged to his father. This weapon was chosen for its reliability. Once you guys started, you had to finish otherwise he’d tell everyone.

Before you knew it, the tires were coming to a crunching halt on the rocky sideturn just around the corner from the church. A sudden wave of nausea came over you and you had to breathe deeply to settle it down. “You okay?” Arvin asked, reaching out for you.

You swallowed hard, “Yeah.” Sweat began to bead up on your brow as a million different images of what could happen in the next few minutes ran through your head.

Arvin watched as you zoned out on the dashboard and he knew exactly what was going on in your mind. It was the same inner conflict he’d had this morning before picking you up, when he first pocketed the gun. “Whatever happens today, I need you to know that I love you Y/N.”

You sucked a quick breath in. Neither of you had ever used the L-word before. Arvin was scared to because he’d lost so many people and the fewer people he loved, that fewer people he could lose. You had just never loved anyone romantically before and were too terrified that maybe you’d say it too early or think you felt it when you really didn’t. With Arvin, though, you knew it. “I love you too, Arvin.” You leaned forward and kissed him on the lips deeply, wanting nothing more than to stay against his skin for the rest of your lives. But, unfortunately, there was something you had to do first.

“Remember, just get him to bring you to the field. I will be there waiting. I won’t let anything happen to you, you hear?” Your faces were close together, so close your foreheads almost touched, as he went over the plan one last time, trying to make sure that you knew that you were safe as long as he was around.

“I know.” You gave him a small, reassuring smile, though it was far from a grin of actual happiness.

Arvin watched as you got out of the car, leaving the small bundle of rope behind, and walked down the dirt driveway to the church. You looked just like someone that pervert would fall head over heels for. There was an innocent sway to your hips and the way you held your bag close to your body screamed insecurity, but the kind of a young girl who doesn’t know how beautiful she is. The funny thing was that this wasn’t something totally out of character for you. Sure, you had a mouth and fist that could dish as much as it could take, and yeah, you and Arvin had been together for almost half a year, but there was still a youthful innocence to you. There was still a brightness in your eyes and a pep in your step, one that hadn’t been beat down by the tragedies of life yet. It was one of the things that Arvin found most attractive about you but it was also one of the things that Preston Teagard would as well.

The doors of the church were cracked open just slightly when you approached and you could see the Reverend sitting in the pews, reading his Bible, through the gap. Taking one less final deep breath, you pressed the door open and stepped in, the heels of your little white chucks padding against the hardwood. Teagard turned around at the sound, “Why, hello, there.” He greeted warmly. It disgusted you how this man could act no different after knowing what he’d just done but the worst monsters were human.

“Uh, hi there, Reverend. I’m sorry to bother but I just needed to talk to you about something.” You began, accentuated your Appalachian drawl while trying to make your voice sound as young and innocent as you could.

He patted the pew beside him, “Well, my child, you’ve come to the right place. That’s what I’m here for. Now, why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?”

Skin crawling as you walked, you forced your feet to move towards the man and sit beside him. Right away, his arm stretched behind your shoulders as he sat uncomfortably close. At first, you avoided eye contact, “Well, um, you see, I’ve been… straying from the light and I really want to get right with God.”

This had to be the first truth you’d told anyone other than Arvin today. You felt too terrible lying in the presence of God so you’d found a way to genuinely get your feelings off your chest while still luring Teagarden into your trap.

He rubbed his chin and hummed, “The fact that you acknowledge this means you haven’t strayed too far. God always comes back to his flock, even to those little sheepies who’ve gone astray. Why don’t you tell me more.” He urged.

Your hands squeezed the strap of your bag tightly, “I… I have lustful thoughts sometimes.”

Preston was lucky he’d had a lot of practice concealing his emotions because he’d be lying if he said that those words didn’t stir something in him, “Now are these just thoughts or have you acted on them?”

“Oh, just thoughts, Reverend. I’ve never acted on any of them.” You reassured, finally meeting his eyes. They seemed to look at you with such understanding that you could see why Lenora and Jeanette had fallen for him.

He nodded in approval, “And who are these thoughts about?”

This was where you’d have to do a bit more lying, “I don’t really want to say.” You blushed bright red. You knew that Preston must have taken this as a sign that it was about him but it wasn’t. Your dirty thoughts never strayed from Arvin.

Preston looked away and then back down at you, “You’re going with that Russel boy, right?”

Silently, you nodded, not wanting to incriminate your boyfriend too much in this process of confession.

“Has he ever touched you?” Preston pressed, his body getting closer to yours inch by inch until your legs were nearly touching.

The red in your cheeks wasn’t part of the act anymore but genuine. You shook your head, “No, never.” You felt almost panicked at the question.

“Have you ever touched yourself to these thoughts?” His voice became slower, more cautious as his inquiries got riskier and riskier.

You found yourself unable to maintain eye contact with him anymore and looked back down at your shoes instead, just shaking your head, “No, I feel too weird. Like it’s a violation or somethin’.”

Preston looked away, as if considering something, before turning back to you, “Can I show you some place? I find it helps me feel closer to God when I feel like I’m goin’ astray. Perhaps I could help.”

Hook and sink. He’d fallen right into the trap. With a shy nod, you agreed sweetly, “Yeah, yeah, I’d like that. Is it far?”

Teagard shook his head, “Oh no, not too far at all. But I’ll drive so we don’t have to walk.”

Getting him to drive you to the spot was just as easy as you imagined it would be. With a quick glance in the rear view mirror, you noticed a car in the far distance behind you that you immediately recognized as Arvin following. Preston’s car came to a stop in the same field you’d seen him take Jeanette Reaster to a few weeks ago, facing the woods ahead.

It really was quite peaceful and would have been a pretty sight if you weren’t with a sexual predator. Again, his arm slid around your shoulders and you breathed in deeply, the intense sexual tension making you uncomfortable even though you had every intention of finishing him off before he even got a hand up your skirt.

“You said that Russel boy has never touched you. Have you ever shown him yourself?” The fact that this man had the nerve to ask you such questions disgusted you beyond belief but you kept up the facade.

“Like naked?” You clarified, seeing him nod, “No, not naked. We went to the lake one time so he saw me in my bathing suit then but that’s not exactly the same thing.”

Preston chuckled at your naivety, “No, no, not the same thing at all. You know how you’re supposed to save yourself for marriage to be right with the Lord. But there is nothing that brings you closer back to our heavenly father than to be as Adam and Eve were in the Garden of Eden, the garden of pure paradise.”

“How is that so?” You cranked up the childlike inquisitive nature as you looked up at him with big doe eyes.

Preston had to fight the urge to take you here and now, looking at you like this, but he remained strong for the sake of the process. “They were made in his image. We all were but they were his original children. The pure, unaltered image of God himself, before the sin of man tainted it all. By showing yourself in your pure, unaltered image, you bring yourself closer to the light.”

Your brows furrowed, “But didn’t you just say that premarital sex is a sin?” This may have been jeopardizing your mission but you felt inclined to point out the hypocrisy before you offed the man.

He nodded, chest falling and rising with a heavy sigh, “It depends on who you’re with. I’m a man of God myself and I like to model myself after Jesus. I’d like to think that makes me an extension of His love and power and therefore an outlet for you to feel safe to do whatever you need to do in order to be right with Him.”

With a shaky breath, you bit your lip, “Alright. H-how do I-?”

Preston watched as you fiddled with the hem of your skirt and let his mind wander to what else those fingers might be good at. “First, let us pray.” He reached over and held your hand, “Lord, Y/N is showing herself to you. See her Lord, as you made her. She presents herself to you. Give her strength. Amen.”

“Amen.” You muttered after him, your fingers slowly going to unbutton your dress. This wasn’t how you’d imagined the first time a boy seeing you in your knickers going. In your mind, it had always been on a nice romantic evening with Arvin and a selfish part of you wanted it to stay that way but then you remembered why you were doing what you were doing and sucked down the reservations. At least you weren’t actually losing your virginity to the monster.

Nervous fingers fuddled with the button for just a moment too long and Teagarden twisted sideways, hands coming to cover yours, “May I?” He offered his assistance.

Your heart thumped so loud you could hear it but you nodded silently, letting your fingers fall onto your thighs. With deftly skilled fingers, he had your blouse unbuttoned before long and had pushed it off your shoulders. Your breath caught in your throat at this much exposure, your breasts just barely concealed under only the fabric of your bra. Lord, you prayed silently, please let this be over with quickly.

Your eyes slid closed, trying to imagine that it was Arvin touching you instead of Preston Teagarden but then the mere thought of comparing the two made you sick to your stomach. They were nothing alike.

A set of chapped lips kissed your forehead gently, then your cheek, and then, finally, your lips. At first, you drew back, but still kept your eyes closed, trying to mask the disgust with untouched hesitance. You forced your body to relax again and Preston took that as a cue to continue with what he was doing, his lips returning to yours.

Wasting no time, he’d crawled over you until your back was flush against the seat. You placed your hands awkwardly and haphazardly on Preston’s shoulder’s, trying to feign inexperienced confusion. You and Arvin may not have ever gone all the way, but you’d at least gone this far.

Preston’s lips moved down your neck and your breath got caught in your throat. As much as you hated it, he knew what he was doing. This man knew all the right buttons to push to make a nervous girl submit to his every desire and, though you were well aware of the game he was playing and had zero attraction to him, the physical reactions were almost impossible to stop. Your body shuddered when his stubble, something Arvin lacked, scratched the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. Your eyes were open wide now, just waiting for your boyfriend to finally show up and save you from this situation.

Arvin approached the car and slowly and quietly as he could. The windows were up so it wasn’t too big an issue as long as he wasn’t clanging metal but he figured he didn’t want to take any chances. When approached the driver’s window, his heart wrenched and he immediately regretted putting you in this position.

Preston was on top of you, his hands roaming all around your semi-exposed chest. He knew that you’d never been exposed like that to anyone before and he suddenly felt sick with himself for allowing the first time to be with anyone beside him, let alone Preston fucking Teagard.

He expected to have to psych himself up for the actual kill, to have to convince himself to do it but when you locked eyes with him, a silent plea to get the man off of you, it came unnervingly natural. With the rope already wrapped around both of his fists, Arvin reached for the handle and threw the door open, looping the rope around Preston’s neck and dragging him back out of the car. Preston’s eyes were wide with shock and fear, “What the fuck?!” He hollered in fear, the words turning to gagging and choking. His hands grasped at the rope but Arvin had it pulled too tightly.

Preston’s body was kicking against the grass but his neck and head were pressed against Arvin’s chest, who was kneeling in the field.

“You really thought you could get away with what you did to my Lenora? To that poor Reaster girl you murdered? And then I bet you were willing to do the same to her over there too, huh?” He seethed, notioning over to you with a flick of his chin.

The reverend tried to say something, anything to defend himself or get himself out of this situation but Arvin never let up so the words came out as disgustingly graphic chokes. You crawled out of the car, not knowing what you could do to help or secure the situation but feeling useless now.

In a few minutes time, his lips had turned blue and the thrashing of his body had stopped. Arvin finally let up and the body slump into the grass. He crawled back and away from the man who had only moments ago been all over you, touching you.

That was when he remembered that you were there still. He’d gotten so blinded by rage that he almost blacked out, caught up in the task at hand. But when he looked up, his heart began to beat again and he stood up, rushing to you, “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

Your face was pale and blank, almost as if you were in shock. Your top was still totally unbuttoned, white modest bra still exposed to the world but you didn’t look like you cared at all. If Arvin was being honest, this wasn’t how he’d pictured seeing you topless for the first time going. He always hoped it would be romantic and with more than enough time to compliment every inch of your perfect body. Instead, you looked scared and shocked and almost like you could be sick.

“Y/N?” He urged, coming stand between you and Preston’s body, attempting to break your view of it. He reached down and began to re-button your blouse for you.

“I’m fine,” You said flatly, only moving to look up at him, “Are you okay?”

With a glance down at his knuckles, the rope burn was clear to see, but Arvin had been through much worse, “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’m so sorry that I let him do that. This whole idea was stupid and now-”

“No,” You interrupted, finally snapping out of your shocked state and bringing your hands up to rest on his, which were on your chest now, “He can’t hurt anyone anymore.”

Arvin didn’t actually feel remorse for killing the man. The only thing he wanted was to take you back home, or rather far away, where there weren’t any reminders of today’s events. He wanted to show you how special you were, how much he loved you, and how brave he thought you were for being willing to be Teagarden’s last victim for the better good of the world.

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