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whumpingcrow · 3 years

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Ink Poisoning - Chapter 9

"Giovanni, Redacted."

Short Authors note: Please head the CW and read this chapter with discretion! It has very heavy themes and wording that discuss drug use/mental health in a very raw and uncomfortable way. I really advise this to be read by mature (18+) audience because of these themes. Thank you :) -Crow

CW: bbu and everything that goes with that, very poor mental health/slight suicidal language and themes, noncon drugging/drugs and alcohol (EXPLICIT), overdose mention, noncon/dubcon (EXPLICIT), multiple whumpers, lady whumper, dehumanizing language/themes, PTSD/nightmares, conditioned/trained whumpee, intimate whumper, death mention (let me know if i missed anything!)

Giovanni gets sick again. It's not like any ailment or injury he's ever experienced, it isn't like the bone chilling sickness he got from being outside for too long, it isn't like the exhausting nausea he used to get after long days of punishment and failure and violence. It's something altogether different, and in many ways so much worse. Nothing feels good anymore. Actually, he doesn't really feel anything, most of the time.

Besides fear. Fear is more of his way of existing than a feeling to him, now, sometimes it seems like the closest thing to home he has.

And so, the fear and the drugs and the confusing sickness all overshadow the things he really should be feeling. He doesn't even realize it when he begins to hate Rory, so he doesn't admit to himself or anyone else. He only really gets as far as telling himself he resents her, although he doesn't know how he remembers that word. But it wasn't resentment, he hated her. Almost as much as he hated his old master. Sometimes even more. It started out as a small burning anger toward her after she traded his body for drugs at Oscar's. Even then, he could convince himself not to be upset, that he was trained for that, that it was his purpose and he just had to get used to it. He could forgive Rory, even if she never apologized or even acknowledged what happened after, because at that point he really did still like her. Or was loyal to her. Or whatever.

But it just kept getting worse after that day. Rory had promised that after Gio did that awful thing for her, they would have fun. Gio soon found out that either Rory had a very different idea of fun than he did, or she had lied to him. She was able to keep them both high all the time, the backpack that Oscar had given her was filled to the brim. Every time Gio saw Rory digging through the bag to offer up his next dose, he couldn't help but think about the fact that he was seeing a visual of what he was worth: one huge sack of numbness in the form of pills. And to make it all worse, he was only half of the payment. Fitting enough. Still, he got tired of all of the bad trips and highs and lows, and he started to get mad at her again. Did it not feel horrible for Rory, too? She looked horrible, they both did, pale and borderline emaciated.

Gio was so angry with her that she was doing that to him, that she was making him sick and giving him pills so he'd never sleep (he was starting to actually miss sleeping and having bad dreams, because at least those he could escape, he couldn't wake up and leave this nightmare), and giving him pills so he'd be willing to do whatever she wanted and be subdued enough not to fight her or Oscar, or any other freak that she was letting have a turn with him that time, and giving him pills so that when she ran out he felt like he was dying, honest to God seconds away from vomiting out his own empty stomach and biting the dust immediately after. He had to forgive her, still, with no apology from her, every few hours for that.

Then Gio got sick. He didn't tell Rory, he was positive that he was too stupid to communicate the level of pain he was in anyway, and also wasn't sure if she cared. He was worried that one day he would just pass out from exhaustion or over exertion and he wouldn't ever wake up. Or that he would take a few too many pills at one time and his body would just give. That was sort of the easiest thing for him to forgive, as sad as it made him. Maybe it was because by then he was numb enough to not care about his health at all, or maybe he was just too tired to really try to fight anymore. He resolved that he had nothing to look forward to anymore, so why try? He not only forgave Rory for that, he surrendered that part of him to her completely. It was in her hands now, and sometimes it was very obvious that she knew that. And sometimes Gio thought he could see her enjoying it.

And through all of that, through all of the mistreatment and pain, Giovanni still liked her. None of that was what made him hate her. Because really, besides slowly poisoning him and trading him around for all the drugs she couldn't afford, she was nice to him. Or maybe he was just rewired to like anyone in charge of him.

The night he did start hating her, they were just getting back to their shitty motel that she had also managed to keep by letting the owner fool around with Giovanni from Oscar's place. Gio was tired like always, he was buzzing from the small taste of coke Oscar gave him to wake him up a little when he was done with him, he was embarrassed because that time Rory had been in the room with them, and mostly he just wanted to sleep. He was such an idiot for thinking that Rory would allow him to sleep. Probably more of an idiot for thinking he deserved rest. Rory was being nice to him in the car, calling him cute, she was such a fucking liar, telling him he was "a precious puppy", he felt nothing short of a repulsive monster, and petting through his hair, he never wanted anyone to touch him again.

Rory was nice to him when they went inside, too. Her hands were all over him, in all the same places that Oscar's had been, but with their own trademark tenderness along with their trademark perversion. Gio got lost in her movements, he let himself enjoy the gentle, almost teasing, touches. Then he let her push him back onto the bed, he let her crawl on top of him, he let her take his clothes off for a second time that day, he wanted to cry when she kissed him and pushed a pill onto his tongue with her own.

He didn't hate her then, he always enjoyed being used by her more than any of the others, and he felt nearly happy for the first time since he left with her. He was just high and all fucked out from Rory and Oscar. After, she rested her head against his bare chest, holding him close to her.

"You're wonderful, Gio," she told him, "You're the perfect person to do this with."

"To do what with, miss?" He knows he needs to stop asking questions, she doesn't owe him any explanation. But she's murdering him, the least she could do is explain herself.

She sat up to look at him, smiling at him like she always did. She looked beautiful. She looked just as sick as Gio felt. "Do you know about Romeo and Juliet?"

He did, although he didn't know why. "Yeah."

"That's like us, don't you think?" She crawled back on top of him, kissing him all over as she spoke. "Forbidden love, destined to never be fully together, dying in each others arms."

He was silenced for a moment, unsure which part of that he should address first. Did Rory love him? Of course not, he was unlovable, she was just high. They both were. And more than that, did she just confirm the meaning behind all of this: to die? Gio had spent the last few weeks stuck with her trying to convince himself that he was ok with that, that he would let Rory do what she wanted, and if she wanted him dead then he wouldn't protest against her. But hearing her admit it scared him. Maybe it was because he was foolish enough to hold onto a little hope that she wouldn't do something so horrible. She knew what she was doing, this entire time she knew that she was killing them both, and it was romantic to her. He was disgusted. He was horrified. He hated her.

"Rory," he whimpered, trying with his weakened arms to push her off of him. She was persistent, and had it been any other situation, Gio would've given up. He would've been quiet and just lay still and let Rory have her way with him yet again. But he was so scared, he was shaking, and he pushed at her again, harder. He didn't want to die. "Rory I don't want to die!'

She climbed off of him, allowing him to sit up and hide his face in his hands so she wouldn't see him crying. She was frowning at him, like she couldn't comprehend what he was saying. "You...You don't?"

"No! No, I don't want to die!" Gio was surprised in himself for shouting at her, for snapping his head up and looking right at her and yelling. She jumped back like she was afraid of him. She was such an idiot, didn't she know that she was the threat in this situation?

"Gio..." She shook her head to herself, then he could see her looking around the room, probably to locate the drug bag they had just picked up. "I just thought that you...I thought maybe you'd want some sort of escape. I know I would, if I were you."

He cried harder at that, but the tears felt different than usual. They weren't tears of fear or sadness, but tears of boiling anger. Did everyone think that of him? That he was so miserable and pathetic he must want a way out, he was such a hopeless situation he might as well just die? He didn't want to die, he didn't want to have some "forbidden love" with Rory, he didn't want the drugs, he didn't want any of this. "I want to go home. I want to go back with Nicko."

"What? No, Gio! No, come on, we're having a good time. We don't have t-to die, I was just kidding!" She laughed nervously to try and sell her point. He could sense her desperation, only this time he didn't want to help her. "You don't really wanna go back there, Gio-"

"I don't want this, Rory!" He pushed himself off of the bed and started to pull his clothes back on. "I don't fucking love you-"

"Gio!"

"And I don't want to kill myself for you! I want to go home, Rory! Take me home!"

The room fell silent after that. Gio wasn't afraid of punishment, he couldn't feel anything past his anger and hatred for Rory. He wiped his tears away, he knew they made him look weak, and he stared Rory down for a few more seconds. Just outside, he could hear two men shouting at each other. He wondered if anyone could hear him yelling at Rory. He wondered if they could tell if it was a box boy speaking out of turn and if they would take matters into their own hands to correct him.

"Fine." Rory spoke through her teeth, yanking her own shirt back on as she did. Gio couldn't believe that it worked so easily. "I'll take you back to Nicko. You ungrateful fuck."

He was ungrateful, he knew that. He didn't care.

Rory played the music louder than she ever had, signifying that she had nothing to say to Gio and didn't want to hear a word out of him. He liked it better that way, anyway, he didn't want to talk to her. She didn't take him all the way back up to Nicko's house, instead stopping down the street so he would have to walk past all of the neighbors houses in the snow to get there. He was more than happy to face the cold again rather than stay around Rory another agonizing second.

When he made it to the front door, something made him freeze. He had convinced himself that Nicko would be angry with him for leaving, and the idea of adding anymore pain to his already mangled body made him feel sick with anxiety. Or what if Nicko replaced him while he was gone? What if the new boxie was better than him? What if Nicko was glad that Gio left and would just send him back to the facility once he came back?

Then he decided that all of that was worth the risk of being inside a warm house, where his favorite person was, where Salem was, where he had a soft pink sweater hidden underneath his beanbag. So, with his last bit of energy, he reached out and knocked against the heavy wooden door.

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revengeisalwaysanoption · 4 years

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FIC: Diglielo veramente

Despite the title, which comes from Lucio Dalla’s “Canzone” this fic is in English. Written for Martino’s birthday and featuring what I believe to be the true present Niccolò made for him.

A sweater. A fucking sweater. A tight-fitting, flimsy, piece of… fabric, that doesn't even look that bad on him - it surely makes his shoulders seem wider - but… it's just not his style, you know?

Sure you do. And so should Niccolò, after a year and a half they have spent together.

He bets that he would have known what to buy Luai.

'Come on, don't go there.' Martino tells himself, while he picks on the sweater and stares at Nico. Who'd like to keep the party a secret - hence walking back to the car to call Gio - but hasn't taken Luchino into consideration. 'Yes, that's it. Focus on the party, instead. That's very sweet of him, don't you think? It's neither a grand gesture nor an especially creative way to celebrate you… but… Cut him some slack, Martino. You know he's ridiculously busy with Uni. Still terrified you might walk out again, the next time he screws up. Can you really blame him for not having the time and not being in the right frame of mind to come up with something unique?'

He can't, but he kind of does? And that's why he ends up making such a request as if he can really demand complete transparency between them from now on. As if his trust in Nico can truly be rebuilt on giving him third-degrees every time he's out with someone who isn't Marti.

He truly appreciates Nico's commitment to it, though. He doesn't shy away from giving him answers that he knows Martino won't like. Or that will ruin his carefully planned surprise.

He's still feeling kind of let down, however? And he does wish he wasn't an open book to Niccolò, because his own disappointment is getting to Nico as well… and the last thing he wants on his birthday is for his boyfriend to be sad? As though he had failed him, over something so trivial?

He's spent hours trying to fully enjoy his wonderful beach date with Nico, but he hasn't been able to. And not just because of that damned fisherman.

"Marti?" Niccolò snaps him out of it, as they drive away. "Can you put some music on, please?"

"You know these weird appendices I've got at the bottom of my arms, Ni? They're called hands. You've got two as well, so use them." Martino huffs, teasing, as he waits to be told which one he is supposed to pick.

"First of all: should I remind you that you are the one who doesn't like it when I'm driving and fiddling with the car stereo?"

True. He'd rather have Niccolò looking at the road, instead of rummaging a box to find that particular mixtape he had made… Couldn't he buy a regular phone, and have it on Spotify, instead?

"Secondly, I believe I've shown you how well I can use my hands plenty of times, haven't I?" He squeezes Marti’s thigh at that, running his fingers way too close to his crotch.

"Maybe you need to jog my memory a bit?" Marti asks, grinning and dragging Niccolò’s hand right where he wants it the most.

"Mhh… A tempting offer, but no.” Much to Martino’s disappointment, Nico breaks free of his hold and puts his hand back on the wheel. “We can't be late, not after I begged everyone to show up as early as they possibly could. You're gonna have to wait…"

"Mh, all right." He is so not pouting, no sir. Not at all.

"Oh, come on,” Niccolò adds, in a gentler tone. “It'll be worth it. And you'll get the exclusive on the newest addition to our drawer… "

Huh? So the sweater isn't the only present he is going to get from him, today? He wonders what it could be… and how he is going to use it on Nico.

Okay, not the wisest idea to think about that, when he's trying to keep his libido at bay… and he can't remember why exactly?

'Because you're never gonna hear the end of it, both from the boys and the girls, if you two get home needing a shower and a change of clothes.'

Right. Okay, then. Let's hear what Nico is in the mood for, during their journey back home. Knowing him, it can anything ranging from old school rock to dubstep. He's quite curious to find out what it will be, this time.

It's placed… Inside a handmade music box, painted in blue and red?

It opens to, a melancholic - nonetheless soothing - melody. Nothing that Martino has ever heard before, so it must be either something really obscure or a song that Niccolò wrote for him. While they were apart, judging from the vibes it gives off.

“Cool, right? Can you believe I found how to make a music box on WikiHow? Internet is not just for porn, after all.” Nico keeps on talking since Marti has been left speechless. How many sleepless nights did it take, for him to make this? “Now, I don’t know if you’re too young to remember how to use a cassette deck, but you’ve got to insert that tape… Staring at it won’t-”

“Shut up.” He finally manages to say, slapping Nico’s nape. They both smile at his feigned yelp: he didn’t even hit him that hard.

"I know, the audio quality isn't the best but I haven't given Miché - who is indeed the guy from Foggia, before you ask - enough to find some proper recording equipment… They will sound better live, I promise."

There’s the tune from the music box but played on a piano, at first. Followed by a silly ukulele ballad… and yeah, it sure is the same one Nico attempted to play for him back in October 2018.

In true Niccolò Fares’ fashion, the mixtape itself is filled with the cheesiest songs he could find. Songs that make Martino groan, but that he can’t help but sing along to. And then… Then the mood abruptly changes, with the last three songs. All the silliness is gone, and each of those lyrics goes straight to his heart.

‘Perché non è facile... Forse nemmeno utile… Certe cose chiare dentro, poi non escono. Restano, restano.’

‘Le incomprensioni sono così strane, sarebbe meglio evitarle sempre, per non rischiare di aver ragione… Che la ragione non sempre serve.’

’Stammi più vicino ora che ho paura, perché in questa fretta tutto si consuma… Mai, non ti vorrei veder cambiare mai.’

“Stop the car. Now.” He says, turning off the radio. He can’t wait another minute to make it crystal clear to Niccolò that there is nothing left to forgive. That he regretted walking out on him the minute he did it, and that it’s never gonna happen again.

Perhaps he hasn’t been straightforward enough, under the bed. They always tend to get a little sidetracked, on their reunions, after all. He’s not that good with words, though. So… A bone-crushing hug will do, for now?

And maybe later he can do better, be a lot more convincing. It’s what they both deserve, don’t they? *************************** A/N: I will include the links for the lyrics’ translations on AO3. Not here otherwise the post doesn’t show up in the tags.

#skam italia #nicotino #skamit s4 #my writing

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dahvangogh · 5 years

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Let’s rant a bit about Friday because i literally start shaking every time i start thinking about it. This will be a bit long, so forgive me for that.

This Monday we got a very stressed Eleonora who literally smiled and relaxed when reading Edoardo’s message. Her walls are down, that Friday night changed everything for them and she likes him now, period.

We all know that.

Then today, Tuesday, we get the scene with Eva and we find out about the raffle. The Villa Boys trashed the Eur bar while Edo and Ele were chilling back at his villa. The damage is of 5.000 euros (i almost fainted when i saw that number lmao because that is A LOT of money) and of course they are doing a raffle.

But the big prize is hooking up with Edoardo Incanti.

I’m 90% sure he didn’t offer himself but his friends announced it first and after the tickets started selling, then they told him. Edoardo is a loyal and good friend. We all know that. He basically interrupted his date (with the love of his life) and ran to help them, he was probably mad for days after that night because he wasn’t there for them and they got beaten up. So probably when they told him he would be the prize, he thought himself responsible that shit went down while he was away and so agreed to do it.

We are talking about Edoardo Incanti, the most popular guy in the whole school, and of course girls are going to pay a lot of money to hook up with him (insert here a very desperate Silvia buying 10 tickets).

So either the guys offered him as the prize before he knew of that or asked him personally to help in that way and he, after a bit of convincing and because he is a good friend, agreed to it.

Tomorrow, Wednesday, we will get the equivalent of the locker scene with Edo and Ele. She will be jealous and very closed off. She will use the refugees as an excuse for her being mad, just like Noora, and even though he knows she is jealous, he will also understand that by agreeing to be the prize, he fucked up and now she thinks he was playing with her that night. Perhaps Ele will go as far as saying how because the Villa Boys did that, he is just as irresponsible and stupid as them. He will be his usual cheeky self, trying to soothe things, but she will be so mad that she will leave him there. Her words and coldness will hurt him.

Until Friday night, perhaps Thursday with a clip of the girl squad talking and Silvia asking the girls to lend her some money, we might get Edo sending a text to Ele saying that a % of the profits they earn at the raffle will be sent for the refugees only if she goes.

THEN FRIDAY. Eva will be jealous as fuck of Gio and Sofia, perhaps Ele and her are talking at the party while looking at the couple talking and being sweet, and Ele will be also checking what Edo is doing and if he is talking with any girls. Silvia comes all excited talking about how they will announce soon who the winner is. She will get anxious and mad, leave perhaps for a refill or to talk to him. She is alone, then Edo comes into the scene.

“Aren’t you tired of playing this game?”

“What game?”

We heard and saw a bit of the scene on the trailer (click in trailer to rewatch it if you don’t remember that) for this season. He sounds a bit tired, worried and perhaps he will cover it with one of his charming smiles, like almost joking, but he is not.

He will ask the question and as we all know, she will answer that she doesn’t like him.

Edoardo will be left broken hearted, perhaps he will nod a few times more for him that for her. To accept the fact that the only girl he has been in love with doesn’t like him back and probably hates him.

It will hurt him like a bitch.

And so he will leave the party, fuck everything, he needs out so he can lick his wounds and so if he crumbles down, he can do it alone in his house when no one will see him that vulnerable and broken.

But don’t worry, Ele will see through that.

She will see that she hurt him with her words and actions, so she will go after him. It will be dramatic, she will go after him in the pouring rain. When she sees him from a far, she will call him.

He will turn around, perhaps waiting for her to twist the knife in the wound, and because I’m sure he sees himself beneath her, seeing Eleonora Sava as someone worthy a ten of him, he will stand there waiting for the fatal blow.

She will yell at him, how he doesn’t have the right to get mad at him. How selfish, narcissistic, egocentric and violent he is. She will point out every single reason we she shouldn’t like him, all his flaws.

He will nod, the wound deep and hurting. All his flaws and shit making it even clearer how he doesn’t deserve her and how he will never have her.

“That’s it? Are you done?” almost on the verge of breaking down in front of her, trying very hard to remain strong. At least until he is home.

“No!”

“Anything else?”

And Eleonora will step up, almost unconsciously, her mind and heart battling each other.

Edoardo will take a step back, just like we see in the teaser.

She will think i am loosing him for good when she sees how he steps back. From her.

So, Eleonora Sava will go to him and he will go to her, and they will (FINALLY!) have that kiss. Finally, after a year of push and pull, Eleonora will be the one to take that important step and they will kiss.

And we all have seen how Edoardo Incanti kisses random girls.

He gives it all.

Well, imagine with Eleonora.

A not so random girl, but his love. His girl.

She will be grabbing his cheeks, on her tip toes because he is too tall, perhaps even go a bit far from that and grab his coat towards her. He will embrace her by her waist, kneeling a bit because compared to him she is so short, and maybe he will caress her cheek oh so gently and loving.

They will both feel finally at home.

And they will break the kiss, the first or second to many to come, and embrace each other because it’s been a long time coming and they need to be together.

#NEEDED TO GET THIS OFF I AM SO SORRY #MY BABIES #incantava #eleonora sava #edoardo incanti #skam italia #edoardo x eleonora #skamit

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finderskeepersff · 5 years

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64. Part 2

“Girl, why is your tree dead in the corner. What is happening?” looking behind me while hugging Cartier “don’t, I need to do it. Christmas is literally next week” glaring over at Cassius as he made his way out of the room, giving me Cartier like this. This boy is working my nerve, not a lie. I am just about ready to rip him a new asshole “you mean mugging? What happened” I sighed out “men happened, you right Gio. Men happened” I scoffed “but not you” looking down at Cartier “he loving your boobs, look at him. Resting his face on them, but I am shocked. What made you have another baby?” I shrugged “erm, it happened but also Gio. Cartier now has a sibling his age, they can grow up together. I mean Leyton and I are on different parts of our life, and I had to be his carer and I hated it because I was so much more older than him” feeling Cartier grab my bottom lip with his hand “true, that will be so sweet. You know what you look so well, like for a woman to be having another baby they would be dragged down, you are glowing. You look so happy too” I grinned at Gio “thank you, I try. I am happy to be a mother, I think a lot of girls want a career and I did but I always wanted to be a mother so I can give my love I never got into this child but it’s a pain, I won’t lie. I can get those moments where I wish I was not a mother but it is a bonus, to get that love from him” placing Cartier over my shoulder “I want to be a father, I really do. I wasn’t lying about you being my surrogate” I laughed “you want my babies huh? I don’t think my body will be ready for a third child, god. Not yet anyways” Cartier face planted into the side of my face “boy” moving my head away from him “what are you doing?” mean mugging him, he yelped out “ok, go and crawl” placing him on the floor “so yeah, send me the details and I am all yours” I smiled at Gio and then Cartier screamed out before he let out a cry, he is grumpy “what is it?” looking down at him as he used the couch to get up “what’s wrong” he is very emotional, he shuffled to me “ok you sit on my lap” I rolled my eyes “like this, you never know what their problem is” placing Cartier on my lap.

I am glad Gio left, I had to be all smiles there “why are you like this? Fruit is nice” swiping away the banana he just refused to eat “you need to try new things” pulling a face, my hand is full of his saliva and banana now. Getting up from the chair and making my way to the sink “you sure you want to get that close” rinsing my hand under the water “I might bite you” Cassius is clearly creeping into the kitchen and I can see him, he barely fucking speaks to me “how does it make you feel that a nigga would fuck me in a heartbeat and would dick me down, they find me sexy” drying my hands off, watching him intently “that ain’t the point” touching a nerve “that is the point, any nigga would love to sleep with me, still. Till this day Jordan is thinking about me but you are running? I mean that does mean you don’t want me sexually. That is fine” I laughed “you want him?” Cassius said “him? If he was going to keep me warm at night then why the fuck not” sitting down on the chair, crossing my leg over my left. Making sure my legs are exposed. Pushing the hoodie back a little more “I think it’s a compliment, he calls me little miss long legs. Probably running through his mind, but you? You can’t even sleep in the same bed as me, Cassius if you can’t dick me down then someone else will. I have had enough!” I barked, Cartier’ face went small when I shouted “not you baby but your dad, he’s a little bitch” grabbing Cartier’ breakfast.

Who would have thought, a known drug dealer is sulking in my kitchen. He is sat at the table sulking, who would have thought this but he has pushed me. I ain’t the same Sofia anymore, I am not having it and I will push his buttons “I want you to always love your partner, hold her at night. No matter the situation son, you love her” stroking Cartier’ cheek “I do love you?” pulling a face looking at Cartier “you hear him? Cause that is a ghost, because only a ghost can’t give me dick” I laughed “you want me dead? That is mean” I licked my lips and looked over at him again “tell me how you really feel Cassius? I have fucking moved on, I want you to have sex with me and you look at me like I am a fucking disease when I have men wanting me! You have done nothing but shy away from me, lie to me, making me feel I ain’t sexy but other men are making me feel that so there you have it” I shrugged “so you’re cheating on me” picking Cartier plate from the table “take it as you like, you need to fuck me for an answer” walking around the counter smiling to myself, I am actually not having his shit anymore. Placing the plate in the sink “I am being respectful” turning around, he is close “respectful? I don’t want it, I never asked you to be. I wanted sex with you! You fool!” he is being cute and it’s annoying me “after everything you doing me like this? I fucking love you, you idiot. I would do anything for you. Forgiveness, I have given you that and yet you can’t look at me like you want me” he thinks I am cheating so that is upsetting him more “you got another man? Who is it? Who is wanting you? Jordan!? I will kill him” I smirked “he just told Gio he missed my legs, but no. Next” this has been the closest he has been for a while, he closed the gap between us “you cheating on me?” he said again “what is it to you? I might bite you” he is angry, oh yes he is angry “it is to me Sofia, you’re with me!?” biting my bottom lip “and?” I breathed out “you’re pissing me off!” he spat, placing my hand just under his chin “good” I said in a whisper and shuffled away from him.

In real terms there is nobody and this is all a lie but I want him to fuck me, I want his dick and he better fucking cough up with that shit. Smiling at Cartier as he played with his toys in the bath tub, I am so thankful that he likes bath time, imagine if he didn’t then I would be doomed with that and he would create hell “aww you want mommy to have it” he held out the wet toy to me “awww, why thank you my baby boy” taking it from him smiling “you’re being giving, thank you. If only your dad would give up some dick to me, I hope I have a girl. One boy and one girl, how perfect is that?” I grinned, I chuckled at Cartier “if you don’t want me then say it” here he is “who said I don’t? I am just letting you know that you may not want to fuck me but other men do, so I want to know what you’re going to do about it?” throwing Cartier’ toy back in the bath, I still have Cassius hoodie on and honestly I have just some thong on under this “I will kill them” I smirked to myself, I find that hilarious “can you fuck me before you do” I sighed out, he is annoying.

Cartier fed, bathed and now asleep. What a morning, taking the hoodie off “you can follow me all you want, I am going to have a shower” Cassius eyes diverted to my breasts, he is looking at my body finally. Useless men, I just don’t get him sometimes and I am wide open for him. Putting the shower on, I am actually going to fucking ignore him now, because I have had about enough of bending backwards for him, for him to just love me. I have forgave him and he does not scare me, I love him. Stepping into the showes, I guess I can cry in the shower. The water will drown out my sobs and my tears will be swept away down the plug hole, I want him to love me so bad. Feeling the water hit my head and I breathed out “you really don’t want me” I groaned out, his voice is following me “Cass-” I stopped mid-sentence seeing Cassius naked, I can see penis and I have never been so happy “I never said I don’t, I just want you to understand that I forgive you, I want you touch me. I want you to hold me, I am not scared of you. I want you to love me Cassius.” Reaching for his hand “touch me” holding his hand and guided him into the shower “but I did you wrong Sofia, I did this?” he looked at my bump “you gave me another baby yes you did, and it’s a blessing” Cassius moved his hand away from mine, watching his hand travel to my stomach. Feeling his touch lightly on my stomach, I didn’t speak or move from him. He placed his hand on my bump “this is us” placing my hand a top of his, looking up at him “why are you teary eyed, Cassius?” he bit on his top lip “one thing I never wanted to do was to hurt you, you mean everything to me Sofia” smiling at him lightly “and so do you Cassius, I love you so much and what happened, happened. That does not bother me, I want you to forgive yourself” placing my hand on his chest stepping closer to him “I love you” pressing a kiss to his chest “I love you too” he mumbled.

Cassius dropped to his knees in front of me, looking down at him as he placed my right leg over his shoulder, my left still planted to the ground. I made no moves to stop him, he gently spread my folds and took one long hard lick, I placed my hand on the wall at the side of me. Cassius buried his face between my legs teasing my clit with his tongue causing me to moan out. My hands rushed to his head pushing him in deeper as he pushed his tongue into me. Flickering, sucking, biting, pinching. My head pressed against the shower wall, my eyes clenched shut as Cassius continued to work magic between my legs. Moans trembling from my lips while his tongue lapped up my essence. Feeling the warmth of Cassius tongue leave as he moved away, Cassius stood up and I couldn’t help but smile. Staring down at me with his hand resting on my thigh. He lowered his head and his lips captured mine, his tongue pushing it's way into my mouth.

Cassius stepped back and I know he is about to run off, if he does I will end it with him. Cassius licked his lips, he is thinking and now I am nervous, I cleared my throat. Cassius stepped towards me and took me by surprise, I wrapped my legs around his waist. My arms wrapping about his neck. Biting down on my bottom lip to hold in my cries as the head of his dick teased my opening before sliding home. My walls clenched him firmly as he thrust into me slowly “fuck” Cassius and I both said together, I held on to his shoulders as he pushed his dick in deeper and deeper, each thrust harder than the last. Cassius moaned still stroking me long and hard. My hands on Cassius face as I moaned out, my head hitting the wall behind me feeling euphoria. Cassius continued to thrust into me. Looking down at Cassius, he smiled before kissing me, his tongue slipping between my lips wrestling against mine. His movements were slow and steady, I broke the kiss and tossed my head back moaning out loud. Using Cassius shoulders as I met his rhythm, Cassius face contorted and I become even more aroused as he placed one of my nipples in his mouth. Feeling of his teeth nip at my sensitive bud made me feel even more wet, riding him as hard and fast as I could “oh fuck, Sofia!” he spat moving his head back, I clenched up and pressed my nails into his shoulder. My words were stuck in my throat as my body filled with pleasure so I instead allowed my moans do the talking. A tingling feeling seeped through my veins as every nerve in my body, Cassius groaned out, his head rested on my chest.

If I could dance I would, I got dick and I am happy. It fucking worked, lying works “so who is it that wants you?” Cassius asked, I knew he would ask “you want me?” I questioned “I know I do but you said some guy wants you” I giggled “I lied” I laughed out “I lied to get to you and it worked, sorry. Look it happened, you came to me” Cassius is not impressed “how are you feeling anyways? I feel great, I had some dick so there is that” he is not happy “I am happy” he is saying it but doesn’t look it “but what is annoying you?” fixing the towel on my head, this is about to fall from my head, a little gasp left my lips not realising Cassius came up from behind me, I looked up at the mirror smiling “so nobody wants you like that? You all mine?” I smiled “I am all yours, I am not interested anyways. Do you still find me sexy” I have to ask, seeing Cassius hands creep from around me, watching him from the mirror as he untied my robe and slowly opened it, he pressed a kiss on my neck and I rested back against him “you saying I don’t find this sexy” he opened my robe exposing my naked body “I just get nervous with you, you’re too precious” biting my bottom lip smiling, I can’t stop smiling. Looking to the side of me “I love you” pressing a kiss to his lips “I love too Cassius” I hope it’s the last of this business because I want him to be him.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfic #Fanfiction

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mentalcurls · 5 years

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5. Cosa ti eccita?

Episode 5, we’re almost halfway throught the season! This time I talk about that thing Martino says, mother-daughter relationships and my journey to empathizing with Edoardo Incanti (for now) as well as the results of the Bechdel test for this episode, of course!

this episode start so nicely: Martino talking shit about each and every one of Eva’s friends

he manages to be racist, sizeist, a slut shamer, classist and sexist and misogynist all in one sentence with this lovely bunch of derogatory definitions; plus he’s an asshole in general and unsupportive of Eva

Elia is right there with him laughing at all that, probably Peccio is too, Gio maybe cracked a smile, but don’t think for a second that anything but Eva’s face and the thought of the conversation they need to have held him back (I’d like to take this opportunity to remind y’all Gio in this remake isn’t as interested in politics as Jonas is in the og)

this is , from what I read online (I only watched S1 months after it aired), one of those scenes that made people angry and I can see why. It wouldn’t have been enough for me to stop watching, but I get why some people did. I do agree that a scene like that shouldn’t not bother you. I am angry that things like the ones Marti says are accepted without comment, that nobody taught him better, that none of the characters have been taught better, much less better enough for any of them to shut Marti up and confront him about the shit he just said; Eva knows it’s wrong, but she doesn’t even try to explain why to him, because she doesn’t have the words to and she feels like it’s be pointless. Eleonora might have been able to confront him and shut him up with one of her vitriolic answers, but it would have been met most likely with “Oh, burn” comments by the other guys. It’s what it’s like in Italy and I don’t think a show that has professes to be as realistic as possible should be attacked for portraying the realistic comments dumb, ignorant boys make or for not forcing a scene when one of the characters is suddenly knowledgeable and eloquent enough to confront all the issues in Marti’s statement. This are 16 years old. I’m Italian and I was “woke”-ish at 16, kept up with politics even, but I don’t think I’d have been able to to it. What Skam Italia did, in my opinion, to counteract Martino’s words in this scene, is show us that his definitions are false, narrow-minded and based on prejudice by giving us an in into these girls lives. No-one can watch Skam and believe Marti’s words. Unfortunately, in a realistic show set in Italy, that’s all we can ask for.

this is also one of the first times we hear Marti discuss girls with the guys and it projects me straight to ep.1 of S2, when we have the “buste di piscio” comment. For all we love our baby deer Martino Rametta like it’s our collective firstborn and we would die for him, he’s a misogynistic fucker sometimes; thankfully by the end of S2 he’s grown up quite a bit (and I hope and pray that the combo of Filippo, Sana and Niccolò will make him grow even more by the next time we see him).

on a lighter note, IL PECCIO IS IN THIS SCENE, IN THE FLESH!

“Tell me what’s the problem” “I don’t have a problem” “Eh, me neither” YEAH guys, that’s why you’re so warm and affectionate

Giovanni, you hypocrite. You complained you don’t want to be one of those couples that are attached to the hip and you acted like Eva was always bothering you, so you told her to make friends; now she has friends, she’s stopped always catering to you and only you, and you’re gonna act mad? You wanted your cake, honey, now eat it!

so is that “You can stay, the guys are gonna go in a bit” thing Gio trying to build a bridge or him beginning the prep for the lie about wanting to go to dinner with Eva’s parents and then bailing on them to get back at her? On one hand, I don’t want to believe my dear Giovanni Garau would do that, on the other this particular set of circumstances with Eva brings out some of his worst traits

ok, I understand Eva and Eleonora want to know why Sana got mad and threw her drink at Laura to empathize with her properly, since they also are not her biggest fans, but their being really oblivious to Sana’s loud “stop bothering me!” signals

“I had to run away like an idiot thanks to you” actually, Silvia, he left you there like an idiot, while he went to be “the big bad man of the house who will solve all the problems” (btw was the house even his? wasn’t it Chicco Rodi’s party, why was it at Edoardo’s place?)

anyways, the reason Silvia is so mad is because what Sana did is so far from the prim and proper, low-maintenance girl Silvia is trying to be, in Edoardo’s eyes especially, and she’s terrified he’s gonna lump her in with her friend, who’s already difficult enough on her own because she insists on being different

aaaaand Silvia goes for the racist insult; at least this time the other girls tell her to calm down and Ele seems pretty ready to give her a piece of her mind, though she stops at the last minute cause she seems to think that while Silvia is this mad she’s a lost cause

SILVIA ACTUALLY GOT A TEXT instead of sending one, Sana would almost be proud

YAS SKAM ITALIA GIVING INFORMATION ABOUT CONTRACEPTIVES

I mean, sex ed is not bad about sexual health and contraceptives here but it’s always good to show “actual” kids being careful

of course, they’re only half careful, given that they’re thinking of unwanted pregnancies, while ignoring the very real risk of venereal diseases, given that they’re talking about unprotected sex with a boy who’s notoriously promiscuous

still, I want to stress how this is a conversation between girls only; the “burden” of thinking about contraception always falls on girls’ shoulders: Silvia doesn’t think for a minute Edoardo might bring and not mind using a condom and just knows she’s the one who needs to be worrying about contraception; Eva took the pill and is now using the ring so we know she’s the one who’s been taking care of contraception in her relationship with Gio, too. It takes two to tango ladies, so why the fuck do we excuse male half of the couple from this part of sex??

honestly, it’s midday so Eva should get out of bed, but that piece of crostata isn’t the kind of thing I’d wake up for

oh, what a beautiful mother-daughter relationship! I’m kidding, but also not. It’s obvious Eva’s mum is not at home much, but she makes an effort to be there as much as she can: she keeps up with her grades, she badgers Eva so she’ll study and when she has some free time even offer to revise together, she brings her breakfast in bed, she’s there to listen when Eva confides in her. She probably feels bad she’s not up to date with Eva’s personal life and guilty that she’s not there for her daughter as much as she wants to be. And Eva screams at her like a proper teenager, but then she does a beautiful thing and actually apologizes, saying the words “I’m sorry”, and despite still lying she tells her mom a bit about herself (sure, there’s external pressure for her to do so in the form of Gio and of her new friends who want to come by her place, but still), she opens up, she communicates, which is really good cause she seems to have good parents, who for example don’t freak out at the mention of a boyfriend but ask her first and foremost if she’s happy

and Eva, what’s the point of saying “Yes, I’m happy” and looking anything but? You be thankful your mom takes it for embarrassment, cause you were not convincing

aaaand Gio hasn’t gotten any lately because of the fight so he’s horny, cute

Gio meets Eleonora! And it’s absolutely uneventful, but then again, it would be: even considering Marti’s classification, she’s not the weirdest and she’s the least interesting out of the girl squad to Gio, cause he’s already getting some, so he doesn’t care that she doesn’t put out

what is interesting is Gio’s worried face when the free clinic gets mentioned: dude, if maybe you were more involved in contraception and collaterals in your own relationship, then maybe your first reaction wouldn’t be worry

the “Prima volta?” lady cracks me up (also, in case anybody doesn’t know, she’s the same person that asks Marti if Nico’s bottle of antidote is a bomb in S2 ep. 7 and - I’ve read somewhere - the stylist of the series)

when Silvia huffed and looked put out at the mention of the clinic on the bus, I was unsure whether it was a fear thing or a “tsk, plebeians” thing, but it appears she’s genuinely scared: girl, why? I get being embarrassed, uncomfortable, but she’s more nervous than if she was taking the maturità exams

Silvia is not mad at anybody, much less Sana, because good, low-maintenance girls don’t get angry, don’t cause commotions, they’re graceful and compassionate and forgiving and nuisances simply don’t exist for them

the doctor is actually so helpful! in the og she was 99% comic relief, 1% actually helpful, but this doctor is nice and warm and encouraging

Silvia’s terrified/disgusted face when presented with a dildo, that’s not a girl who looks ready to have sex

at least Fede seems puzzled but interested

Silvia just seems so dumb in this scene: she doesn’t speak for herself, she is absolutely floored when faced with a sex toy and a condom, she seems to think that taking the pill for to days actually works as contraception, she doesn’t think of asking Eva to use her home to meet up with Edoardo before telling him yes... tbh she almost looks like she’s a bit drunk

still, she just knows how to manipulate people to get her way. She even brings the doctor on her side.

“Do you think it’ll hurt?” considering how unsure and worried you are, YES

Eleonora changing topics as soon as her sex life is brought into question 😏 but also, her lost face when Eva says sex shouldn’t hurt except maybe a bit at the beginning

THANK YOU ELEONORA SAVA FOR SAYING THE IMPORTANT THINGS THAT NEED TO BE SAID

the disgusted face Silvia makes at the word “turned on”???

ok, how good is it to see girls in media talking about sex and about their fantasies without any shaming whatsoever? (The comparison between getting turned on by clothes and animals played for comedy is a bit unfortunate, but imo it doesn’t ruin the positive, accepting mood of the scene)

*Regina George voice* Silvia, stop trying to make jello happen!

ok, so, my secondhand embarrassment levels are always through the roof during this scene

look how taken aback Eva’s mom looks when she sees Edoardo! He definitely looks nothing like the third year boy she pictured when she imagined Eva’s boyfriend, I mean, she was thinking more along the lines of Laura’s boyfriend, that nice boy Giovanni she’d met that one time…

oh, but poor Edoardo too, he’s planning for a one night stand and suddenly he has to deal with parents?? This was not the plan. Does this annoying, kind of pretty girl who wants to sleep with him think he’s her boyfriend or something? What a nightmare. Oh, wait, she’s not even here, is she toying with him in a misguided attempt at playing hard to get? Wait, she wanted him to go to dinner with her parents? Is this some kind of prank? Did he get the wrong house? WTF

AND THE DAD ARRIVES OH GOD when fathers get involved the situation usually escalates, you can feel Edoardo going “Nope. Nope. Think, Edo. Get out of this NOW.”

ok, the redhead he vaguely remembers from the party, great, now can she explain him what’s going on? No, she’s telling him he needs to leave and slamming the door in his face. (Also, first appearance of the boss Eva we see at Silvia’s 80s party in S2, hello gorgeous!)

and Silvia is hiding on the stairs. Which is cute and not at all “sfigate allucinanti”-like (see ep.3). Just like telling a guy to come over but not at your actual place isn’t. It’s fine having to ask your friend to borrow her place, having to sneak in, having sex in a house you don’t know and where you need to be careful not leave signs of your presence, on the bed where your friend sleeps, with her photos on the wall, her knick-knacks on the shelves, her clothes in the closet. It’s totally cool. Even when the guy you’re having sex with is polite and gets there a few minutes early, so he accidentally meets your friend’s parents and nearly panics and definitely learns this is not your place, you know, that’s stuff that happens and it’s absolutely cool. He just calls you crazy.

so really, I never thought I’d see the day, but I empathize with Edoardo Incanti and I understand him ghosting Silvia (not the whole “Who are you again?” conversation, just the ghosting) because she’s clearly in too deep, he’s know that since her first string of texts, and she’s doing borderline creepy things like borrowing her friend’s house to have sex in? And Edoardo is not interested in a girlfriend, much less a stalker, so he just goes for the path of least resistance and disappears, hoping she’ll get over it soo. (Except of course she doesn’t and she confronts him, so really, what’s the best way not to give her any stupid hope? Being cruel. And that’s what he does.)

back to Eva, Gio cancels and Eva TURNS HIS OWN “Non ho parole “ BACK ON HIM how wild

side note, I honestly really really would have wanted to see Paola’s reaction when, at some point, Eva tells her she was dating Giovanni; I just can’t decide what she’d think

Bechdel test: the episode passes the test. We have Eva and Ele pestering Sana about the fight at the party, then the two of the and Silvia discussing the pill, the conversation about Sana’s father’s patient’s restaurant outside the gyno’s office at the clinic and finally there’s a good 75% of the conversation in Eva’s bedroom, between Silvia, Ele, Fede and Eva herself, that actually passes the test. There’s just a couple of mentions of Edoardo in the middle.

This post is part of my complete series of meta about Skam Italia season 1. If you’d like to read more of my thoughts about the other episodes, you can find the mastepost linked in the top bar on my blog under SKAMIT: EVA. Cheers!

#skam italia #skamit meta #eva brighi #martino rametta #giovanni garau #skamit s1 #paola brighi #silvia mirabella #edoardo incanti #federica cacciotti #eleonora sava #sana allagui #elia santini #eva's mom #skamit #eva's dad #giorgio brighi #a. writes #1x05 cosa ti eccita?

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Control || Gio&Atticus

Date: January 8th

Location: Gio’s Suite

Summary: Following the events of the New Years Eve Ball, Gio takes a small business trip away to get control of his anger. Upon returning however, he still feels rage over his lack of control. He decides to summon Atticus in order to relieve some of that anger and gain his sense of control back.

Warnings: Abuse, non-consent, violence, blood

@voulez-vousatticus

Atticus: Gripped out of his bed, headphones yanked out, and a phone clattering to the floor, Atticus let out a stream of curses as he was practically dragged out of his cell, and up the stairs. He didn’t really know who he was coming up to, who wanted him, because most of the people he knew in the suites were his friends - most moved out by now. Atticus was running through his mind any of the possibilties, but nothing came up. He was held up by his upper arms, practically lifted off the ground if not for his toes, and one of the guards knocked on the door, which was a lot nicer of a sound than he was expecting. Atticus stood there, unsure who was about to be on the other side, but if they requested this kind of force, he was going to need a stronger resolve.

Gio: Gio had been reeling ever since the event. The spell that had given him feelings he’d rarely felt before resulted in a loss of control. He said things that he didn’t mean that held far more weight that he’d been willing to give. And then there was Elliot. Poor drunken Elliot that had run his mouth while Gio was in that state, making him practically beg for the boy’s forgiveness. Just the thought of it all made his blood boil. But he couldn’t take it out on Elliot, not yet anyways. He’d spent a few days going back to Vegas to blow off some steam, but the lingering anger was still there. Sitting in his suite, he argued on the phone to a contractor for one of his new businesses back home. With his frustration level rising, he knew he’d need a fix. An idea flashes across his eyes as he calls the guards, asking the go and fetch a particularly aggravating slave, and to bring him to his suite, gentleness not required. It didn’t take long before there was a knock on his door. He moves to answer it, opening the door swiftly, looking over the boy with bored eyes. “Good, you’ve brought him.” He says to the guards. He shifts allowing them room to enter his suite. “Take him to the playroom and secure his hands and feet to the ceiling and floor cuffs on the far side of the room.” He says. “I have a few calls to make, you can leave when he’s restrained.” He nods, waving a casual hand towards the door before pulling out his phone again. The guards drag Atticus to the playroom, cuffing his hands forcing them upwards, and securing his feet to the ones on the floor. There was a small amount of slack allowed, but the boy would be forced to remain there, spread out like a star, until Gio was ready for him.

Atticus: Of course. This asshole might have been the only one that was still in the suites that seemed to hate him. And Atticus always thought he was somewhat good at first impressions; he’d have to recount that. He looked warily back and forth at all of them, eyes widening in both fear and annoyance at getting strung up in a stranger’s playroom, something quite low on his to-do list. “Are you kidding me?” he blurted as he was dragged away. His pleading and complaints fell to deaf ears and he just stood there, with bruised limbs from their manhandling and he kept pulling at the restraints. Once they left, he just hung his head. No one’s ever done this to him, to memory, and his kinkier side would have thought differently about this, in another situation, so he just huffed and stared distantly at the door.

Gio: Gio almost smiled at the reaction and the fear he felt radiating off the boy. Atticus was the very definition of why Gio looked down on humans; annoying, impulsive, zero respect for those superior to them. He watches as the guards drag the boy off, and he goes about his business, making another call. He waves a thank you to the two guards as they leave, handing them each a generous tip, thankful that at least the help in this place was adequate. Gio too his time, knowing the anticipation was something that only helped build fear. After about thirty minutes, he hangs up his final call, making his way to the playroom. He wasn’t too fond of the provided room, looking forward to when his new place would be done and all of his own equipment would be there. But for now, under the circumstances, this would do. He looks at the boy, pathetically hanging his head and gives him a cold stare. He takes his time slipped off his suit jacket, laying it carefully across the back of a chair before moving to his sleeves, slowly unbuttoning them and rolling them up to his elbows. Only then did he move forward towards Atticus, eyes looking him over like he was nothing more than a piece of meat. Yes, he figured if he was here on the island, he might as well take advantage of the slaves they so graciously provided. “Welcome back.” Gio says, his voice low and cool as he brings a finger to the bottom of Atticus’s chin, forcing it up so he had to look the older man in the eyes.

Atticus: He didn’t even know how long it was from by the time he was strapped down there to now. Atticus might have dozed off just a bit - what else was there to do? - and was rudely awakened when the door shut. He had plenty of time to look over the stuff that the room provided. It had all the same standards as the others: that giant X thing, a bed, a spanking bench, a cage, many things to hit him with, many things to stick up his ass, and what he thought was a tail and ears. Yeesh. Not knowing what this guy was into besides blood and darkness from experience, he just had to wait. When the djinn entered, finally, he opened his eyes and blinked a little, watching Gio slink around the room and letting him move his head. Atticus just looked at him with a dead stare, waiting and watching. “Thanks,” he muttered.

Gio: Gio looks at the other with cold blue eyes, tilting his head slightly, fingers moving to grip his chin, the slightest sneer playing on his lips. This anger wasn't for Atticus. No, while the boy in front of him was annoying, his anger was fuelled towards Elliot, and the loss of control he'd felt a the event. A loss he hadn't had in a very long time. "What no smart ass remarks today?" He says, his quiet and cold, as if he was a hunter stalking his prey. This prey, however was strung up and ready for him. "I haven't broken your spirit already, have I?" He shakes his head slowly, egging the boy on. He was angry, he wanted some kick back. He wanted to beat the life out of the boy while he was fighting for it. "I knew you were pathetic.." He lets Atticus's chin drop, lips curling and nostrils flaring slightly with a disgusted expression. "..but this is just sad, even for a human."

Atticus: “Well, I can’t say them on command ,” he said, with an innocent shrug. No blindness today? he wanted to ask. Atticus jolted his body a little bit, to try to shake him off, being called pathetic insulting him. “Shut up,” he spat. “What do you want from me, a song and dance; you tied me up like a fucking pig.” Atticus yanked on his restraints some more, once it became glaringly obvious that it wasn’t going to be something that enjoyable for him; all he had to do was look at his face. He wasn’t a complete idiot. Truth be told, he wanted to keep it somewhat civil out of fear he’d lose another sense again. Atticus didn’t let his head drop when the other let it go. “Is this all you brought me here for, for a villainous monologue? If so, it could use a pipe organ.”

Gio: Gio takes a small step back, crossing one arm over his chest, resting his fingers by his lips as he watches Atticus struggle a little, reacting to his words with a small smile. "While a song and dance would surely be entertaining." He hums, looking the boy up and down. "I have other things planned for tonight." He shakes his head, there was the brat he'd run into a little while back. Atticus was the type of person that made him grit his teeth, requiring restraint to keep himself from choking the life out of the boy right then and there. He stares at him hard for a moment before glancing up at the restraints that kept Atticus's arms stretched above his head. He conjures a vision for the boy, running electricity through the restraints, shocking Atticus with a fairly high intensity.

Atticus: And there was that look, that general kind of eye sweep that the more brutal masters did, the ones that made him want to close his legs and scurry off somewhere else. Atticus swallowed and did his best not to let it show on his face how nervous the other just looking at him was making him. There seemed to be something of a stalemate then, as Atticus watched Gio watch him, and he did his best to hold something of his ground. He couldn’t even remember the last time a master strung him up like this, so helpless, and it made him antsy. Then it hit him, the high voltage and his body arched. A screaming hit the air and he realized too late it was him. Atticus pulled desperately against the restraints, begging silently to be let go or at least put out of his misery. Tears threatened to fall over and he wasn’t going to stop them if they did. What the hell did he do to this guy?

Gio: A glimmer of a smile twitches at the corners of Gio's lips as he watches the voltage run through the restraints, hitting Atticus, causing him to let out a beautiful, instinctual scream. Gio breathes in deep, taking in the thick waves of fear that rolled off of him. He found that torture produced a very particular kind of fear, and while it was easy to produce, Gio almost found it a little too bland. But he was enjoying it nonetheless, his sociopathic tendencies being fed more than anything. "Dance monkey, dance." He says with a low voice before he drops the current running through Atticus, making it as though it had never been there in the first place.

Atticus: Atticus just hung there limply, his wrists aching from the strain and responsibility of keeping him upright, and his body quaked and quivered, screams of his echoing in the room. He couldn’t even cry out anything intelligible; nothing to get him to end it. His words barely registered, but made him pissed nonetheless. Everything on this godforsaken island only solidified how much of a plaything he was to everyone on it. Finally the current was dropped and he slumped, letting in and out shaky breaths, feeling almost phantom spasms. Panting and practically shivering, he looked at him like the wary animal he was, not quite wanting to make eye contact but trying to search for any meaning behind this - there had to have been more than just casual ‘fun’. It was just too intense, already. “Please don’t do that again,” he rasped. He had stocked up unpleasant memories of being electrocuted from his early days here and it was a kind of pain he was not trying to relive - especially not in front of this man.

Gio: Gio could practically feel the anger boiling up inside him. Sure he'd gone back to Vegas for a few days to blow off some steam, take it out on those he didn't have to worry about keeping alive. But the moment he'd stepped back onto the island, much of it returned, especially after his 'date' with Elliot. He didn't like feeling that the boy had the upper hand in their relationship, but at the event, he had. Gio had practically been begging for his forgiveness, and just thinking about that makes his stomach turn in disgust. Nothing about his actions had anything to do with Atticus, he was just a poor excuse for a stand in--Gio taking advantage of what the island had to offer and exploiting it for his own needs. "But it is so much fun to watch you dance around like that." He says, sending a few more after shocks through Atticus's body, far less intense than the first, but enough to send him squirming before he called them off. A heavy silence falls over them again, Gio lost in his own thoughts that produced this torture, using Atticus to regain the control he'd felt he lost. One moment he was standing still, observing. The next his hand had come up, striking Atticus across his jaw with a strong backhand. He used his speed to catch the other off guard, making sure the hit was enough to rattle him down to his very core, but not enough to break his jaw, but only leave a deep and blooming bruise.

Atticus: “No it’s not,” he rasped, shaking his head before the rest of his body started to shake of its own accord, from the shocks in his body. They still hurt like hell, but not as bad as they were before, thankfully. He wished he could pass out. Atticus went limp again, breathing heavily and somewhat happily, now that the shocks were gone. He kept his head cast down, eyeline towards the other’s legs, bracing himself for anything... except he was waiting so long for an action to be taken that he looked up at him in confusion, only for his face to flare up in pain. Atticus cried out, and realized annoyingly that he bit his tongue - hard. He spit blood out onto the floor by the other’s feet. “Wouldn’t you rather have someone that can take more than me?” he pleaded.

Gio: "Well, not for you, I'm sure." Gio muses, looking at the boy's fragile frame twitching and shaking. It was almost too easy to break him, but then again he was human, so what could Gio have expected? It was fulfilling nonetheless, feeding from the boy's fear, watching him try to figure out what was coming next. Brow's raise when Atticus spits blood onto the floor, and Gio shakes his head with a small tsk. "You're making a mess." He says with mild annoyance. Gio steps forward, towering over Atticus, grabbing a fist full of the back of his hair, pulling his head back so the boy was forced to look up at him. "You're all talk, aren't you? Just a smart mouth with no spine to back it up?" He sneers, using his free hand to punch the kid in the gut with significant force.

Atticus: Atticus looked up at him with a glare. “ My bad,” he exaggerated, as if the djinn wasn’t the reason behind his pain. His limbs felt weak and shaky and it didn’t take much effort for Gio to pull him up. Atticus gasped and did his very best to not make it so the other was pulling too hard. At least he was clothed, that was better. A rough noise of pain escaped him at the sledgehammer fist punching him and he couldn’t even double over to help ease it. “Sounds about right,” he wheezed. Atticus’s legs shook, one kicking a little more to give himself some kind of slack and in a baseline, growing panic. If this was only the beginning, he was about to really be in for it. He wasn’t like those others, who knew how to keep a magical straight face whenever someone terrorized them. He was young and impressionable and had likely been exposed to less dangers than his older and mostly supernatural fellow slaves. So instead, he was left with just shaking with the hope that somewhere in the man’s chest cavity that there’d be even something that looks like a heart.

Gio: Gio lets out a small breath of a laugh through his nose, watching the boy struggle, his body already shaking like a leaf. Sure, Atticus was right, Gio could have found a supernatural to take his anger out on, but there was something so delicious in the way that Atticus looked, and the way fear tasted from a fragile human. He grips Atticus's hair a little tighter for a moment, looking at him with a piercing stare. He breaths the fear and the panic in for a moment, relishing the taste. He lets go of the boy's hair, thumb moving to run along the boys jaw, looking at the bruise that was already purpling. He drops his chin, hitting Atticus again, this time a swift punch to the nose, hearing a satisfying crack, knowing he'd broken the other's nose. He doesn't give Atticus a moment to react before he back hands him again across the cheek, taking his anger out on Atticus. Pulling his hand back after the last blow, he takes his opposite thumb, running it along his knuckles where some of Atticus's blood shimmers. Bringing the thumb to his lips he licks off the blood for a moment, tilting his head. "Not bad, for a human."

Atticus: He let out some noises of pain, little 'ows' escaping him, straining upward on his toes so that the pressure on his head wasn't too awful. Atticus gives him a pleading look, trying his best, and maybe it worked because he was released. He did freeze up a little bit and kept his eyes locked on the other, trying to avoid even blinking. He did have a split second of time to brace himself and screamed out when he felt his nose break. "FUCK!" God, it was just healing from when Peter Dougan broke it. Only a few seconds later did it register he was hit a second time, and he breathed heavily, sniffling and blinking back tears that were starting to slowly stream down his face anyway. "You're a psychopath," he breathed, looking at him with an unabashed fear.

Gio: The way Atticus was reacting made Gio feel better, more in control. He smiles a little watching the blood stream down the boy's nose, enjoying the way his face twists up in pain. It was a beautiful sight really. He takes a step away, eyeing his handy work for a moment. He could only chuckle when Atticus calls him a psychopath. It wasn't the first time he'd been labelled as such. He turns away now, grabbing a hand towel off of a shelf not far to his right, slowly cleaning the blood off of his hands, looking down at his white shirt. Good, the human hadn't gotten and blood on it, he thinks to himself, slowly cleaning his hands. He takes his time, letting Atticus hang there, making sure his hands were good and clean before turning back to the boy with a harsh stare. "Well it looks like you've been proven to be quite useful." He says, moving towards Atticus, walking around him. He pauses for a moment before starting to undo the cuffs on his hands. "However we're not quite done yet." He says, releasing both wrists. "I expect you can manage to undo the bottom cuffs yourself?" He asks with a raised brow, crossing his arms, knowing full well he wouldn't be the one bending down to release the boy.

Atticus: Atticus leaned away, wiping blood on his shoulder from his nose, because obviously he couldn't sniffle it back up. Oh god, and he's laughing - yes, definite psychopath. He watched him with extreme care and very minimal blinking, and frowned when he came back over. "Thanks?" he mumbled, confused, and pressing himself back into the wall some more, wanting to keep as much of a distance as he could. When he was released, his stomach clenched and he lurched forward onto Gio, his hands scrambling on his shirt for purchase before finally just falling to the ground, his legs uncomfortably spread, his face close enough to kiss the other's shoes. He was on all fours, trying to reach behind and undo the cuffs. Atticus was starting to panic, hurt and scared and he just fell into the guy, that was grounds for getting strung up by the ankles, right? "I'm trying," he said, his voice wavering. It was hard, when his hands were shaking the way they were.

Gio: Gio moves to turn when suddenly the boy is colliding with him, hands and a bloody face planting against his white shirt, staining it. He reacts quickly, pushing the boy off of him in disgust. His nostrils flair in anger, more visible than before, and his teeth clench looking down at his soiled shirt that he'd made sure to keep clean. "You disgusting piece of filth." He sneers, waving a hand to warp reality, making the cuffs around Atticus's ankles disappear, now too impatient and pissed off to wait for the pathetic human to get the cuffs off himself. Swooping down, he grabs Atticus by the back of his neck, pulling him to his feet, swiftly moving him forward towards a bench that he could prop him over. He shoves the boy towards it, forcing him to bend over the bench before he uses his free hand to tear the boxers away from Atticus with force, leaving him completely naked. He takes a moment, shifting his hand around to the front of Atticus's neck, pulling him upwards so his back is pressed against Gio's chest, his lips moving to the other's ear. "Unfortunately, after that little stunt, this will be less than pleasurable for you." He sneers before pushing Atticus back down, taking a step back to start undoing the bloodied shirt. "Move, and I swear to god you will regret it." He says as he takes off his shirt.

Atticus: “I’m sorry!” he wheezed, panicking, his breath picking up and his trembling hands working faster to get himself out. “I’m sorry, no, I got—” Atticus yelped in pain and surprise, stumbling along with him and grunting at being pushed over the bench. He felt the pull and snap of his boxers being torn away and he whined a little, shivering in fear and cold. His whole body shook and he could feel hot tears really threatening to fall, as he was lurched up and way too close to the djinn. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!” he blubbered, yelping when he was pushed down but kept himself still. Atticus was crying, feeling totally weak and helpless. “Please, don’t do it, I’ll do anything else, please,” he begged, hanging his head in defeat and breathing heavily, just trying to keep himself somewhat upright. Atticus didn’t think he could move, even if he tried. “I didn’t mean to, I just fell!”

Gio: Gio grits his teeth at the incessant whining coming from the other's mouth. At least he was small and pliant, moving easily against Gio's will, remaining where he was told. The apologies and excuses fell on deaf ears, the damage done and the anger that he thought he'd relieved was bubbling back over at a rapid rate. "God, just shut up." He says, his voice both calm but booming at the same time. He didn't bother listening to the begging or the words Atticus was saying.This was Gio in his purest and most selfish form, and at this moment, all he cared about was what he wanted. He shrugs the shirt off his shoulders, tossing it over to the side of the room, annoyed by how the boy had ruined it. "Shut. Up." He says through gritted teeth, undoing his belt and sliding it off. Atticus was lucky that spanking wasn't really his thing, or he'd likely be left with some fairly large welts and bruises on his rear end. No, right now he had only one thing in mind, and that was the strain in his pants that he'd gotten from beating the boy. The power he felt, the control, it made him feel good, and he was ready to ride that high. Undoing his pants, he slid them down and off quickly, freeing himself until he was naked as well. A hand moves to grasp his own length, breathing in slowly, feeding from the fear that huge potent in the room. He uses his power to vision a thin layer of lube over his length, enough to allow himself an easier entry without too much resistance, but not enough to spare Atticus the pain of no preparation. He moves forward, splaying a hand on the small of Atticus's back, forcing him to stay down, and bent over the bench. He aligns himself, knowing their size differences would allow him a considerable amount of pleasure, and a considerable amount of pain for Atticus. He pauses for a moment, smirking, letting tension build for the boy before slowly pressing into him, not too quickly, but fast enough to not really allow him time to adjust in anyway.

Atticus: Atticus ducked away and stopped quickly. He was too scared to actively try and get himself out of the situation and he believed Gio when he said he would really regret things if he ran. He already regretted enough in the past year, and this was certainly not helping. "I'm sorry," he mumbled again, softly crying a little more when he heard the belt slide off, and he clenched his fists together and braced himself for getting hit. Atticus hated this, he hated it so much. Why couldn't he have just been nice , what was the matter with him? Why did he have to tell everyone he met off, and give off such attitude? It was like habit at this point, he didn't think he could change it - he damn well wanted to try now, though. Maybe he would just start to get off easier, not be so prone to shit like this. He felt so humiliated. The hand on his back made him realize that something different was about to happen, and he let out a little sob, shaking his head rapidly. He could feel him, he could feel it pressing up against him and he stiffened, swallowing thickly and breathing quickly and just waiting. Atticus cried out loudly and leaned as forward as he could in the compromised position, nails digging harshly into the leather under him.

Gio: Gio had been taught by birth to be cold. He’d been raised on privilege and superiority, which only fed into the cruel sadistic nature passed down through the men in their family. There was no forgiveness, no second chances. The need to feed on fear and the decadent sweetness of it only solidified that, driving animalistic instincts of his species. Atticus was nothing more than a pawn in his game, not even specifically targeted, just there to use as he needed. A smirk twitches on Gio’s lips as he watches the boy try to shift forward, as if it would help, as if it could spare him from the fear and the pain. He lets out a low breath as he pushes into Atticus, relishing the tightness and the way the fear jumps off of him as he does so. His hands move, grasping harshly onto the boy’s bony hips, forcing himself forward until he was completely inside, skin meeting skin, with a low growl. He remains there for a moment, taking in more of the fear, feeling drunk off of his feast that was raising his cruel lust. Hips pull back slowly before driving forward with force, not caring how it could hurt Atticus. No at this point he was merely just a plaything for him to use till he was done with him. His own heart rate rose a little, repeating the motion, slamming into the boy harshly, one, two, three more times.

Atticus: He almost wished, for perhaps the first time in his life, he was gagged, so that he could have something to bite on while this happened; to give him something to do. Maybe throw in some ear plugs, too, so he didn't have to hear the noises Gio was making, or the gross sound of the other inside him, or skin slapping skin, or even his own cries. Of course now was when the other decided not to give him any visions, he had to stay aware for everything. Atticus stifled a cry when his hips were grabbed, practically already feeling the bruises start. His only clothing was ripped away from him, too, so when this was over, he had to deal with the shame of walking all the way back downstairs for clothes. He felt like he couldn't breathe, his chest tight from being pressed against the bench. Every time he was pushed forward by one of Gio's harsh thrusts, he cried out, practically ripping the leather he held onto. "Stop!" he wheezed.

Gio: Gio was enjoying himself, feeling pleasure from the boy's tightness, thrusting into him over and over again before slowing down considerably. He wasn't going to finish too quickly, planning to enjoy himself considerably. His eyes roll in annoyance at the boy's protests, the fear enjoyable but the whining was not. He leans forward slightly, moving one of his hands from the boy's hip to wrap around the front of his neck, pulling him harshly upwards, bucking his hips forwards into Atticus as he does so, theirs bodies flush for the moment. His large hand grips at the boy's throat, easily wrapping around it. He presses down, enough to cause discomfort, and block off his air supply. "I said, shut up." He growls into Atticus's ear, adding a little bit more pressure to his squeeze. He uses this new angle to rock his hips again, choking Atticus as he does so.

Atticus: It was going on for forever and all he could really do was stare down at the ground below him, rocking as he was nearly pounded into. He watched the ground with blurry vision and saw shiny, little dots appeared on the floor - and he could only assume they were coming from his eyes. Atticus let out a garbled cry as he was brought upwards, his hands immediately flying to the hand around his neck, his fingers trying to go in between, to pry off. The cries were immediately stifled and he was trying to gasp for air instead. Atticus nodded quickly and harshly at him, frozen in fear to do anything else - one wrong move might be dangerous for him, who knew at this point. He was terrified. A little squeak emitted from him at the added pressure, and he continued to grasp at the hand.

Gio: A wicked grin plays on Gio's lips as he grips the boy's neck, wanting him to see stars and feel his head grow light as he thrusted into him. Gio loved the way the boy clawed at his hand, the fear swirling around them manically. He knew how long the other would be able to last before he started to pass out, and he made sure to grip only long enough for him to just start seeing the edges of his vision darkening before he let go, knowing he'd have some lovely looking fingerprint bruises on his neck. He doesn't give Atticus time to adjust before pushing him forward again, a hand splaying on his back, roughly forcing him against the bench as he thrusted into him with force, his breath hot and heavy as he felt his release quickly approaching. With the final few thrusts he lets out a small moan, pushing deep inside Atticus as he comes, holding it there for a moment, riding his high, eyes closing as he breathes in, taking some of the fear around them. He slowly lets that breath out, still inside Atticus, opening his eyes to look down at the boy, a faint look of annoyance on his face. His anger was dampened, the energy released and his body well fed. He pulls out harshly, still giving no care to the other's body, and shifts away. He takes his time walking over to his clothing, neatly folded as he'd left them. He starts by putting on his underwear and his pants, leaving himself shirtless, since his had been spoilt by the boy. Eyes lazily glance over to the other, as if he was nothing more than a used rag that Gio was now done with. "You can go now." He says, his tone almost bored, as if he was annoyed the other was still around. "And please remember to be mindful not to share anything from your time with me, I'd hate to have to do anything worse to you." He says, as if it would be such a burden to punish him.

Atticus: He had to let up, at some point, he was going to kill him! He couldn't breathe, and if he died, the other would be made a slave. It didn't seem like something he wanted to risk, but he quickly started second-guessing himself. He got weaker and weaker and a hand even dropped, slumping in Gio's grip a little before things became clearer and he gasped quickly, crying out at landing on the bench again. Atticus wasn't getting enough air, and he was gasping and trying his best, but when he was being pinned down on a bench, it made things so much harder. With the way his movements were becoming, more and more sporadic, he figured he was close. Meanwhile Atticus had never felt less aroused in his life. He let in and out a few shaky breaths, gasping like he's never breathed before. He grunted when Gio pulled out, and didn't move. He didn't think he could. His backside felt sticky and he hoped to god it was just the other's spend, not what he was afraid of it being. Atticus raised himself up on his arms, shaking heavily. "I'm trying," he said, in a voice just above whisper. His sobs had diminished some, but he was so unsteady. His mind was still trying to catch up. Looking down, he saw the tattered rags of his underwear and he just held it, close to him, to try and cover himself. He let out a noise of fear at Gio's last words and he shook his head profusely. "I-I won't. I promise, I'm not gonna say a word."

Gio: Gio busies himself with cleaning himself off, getting his pants on and such. He tosses the shirt with the smudges of Atticus’s blood in the garbage, knowing full well he could have given it to the naked boy who now had to find his way home. He rolls his eyes at the weak excuses that came from the boy’s mouth, giving him an annoyed look. He pulls out his phone, letting the cleaners know they’d need to come in tomorrow to tidy this room, he didn’t need the remnants of the humans blood and scent everywhere. “Good.” He says, eyes remaining on his phone, now pulling up the contact for his conference call. He leaves the room, not giving Atticus a second look, bringing the phone to his ear. “Yes, Marco, hello...” his voice drifts off as he makes his way to his office space, leaving Atticus naked, alone, and having to get himself back to the cells.

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graequeen · 4 years

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Chapter 9

“So, what is your name?” I asked as the black 2020 Cadillac Escalade turned the corner. Matteo’s sister sat right across from me with bright wide eyes, and her lovely smile. Since we got in the car, twenty minutes ago, she has not stopped staring at me. Matteo, who sat behind us with Gio, tried to ask her to stop, but she insisted on making me feel slightly uncomfortable. Gio decided to join her.

“My name is Bianca.” She finally said. I noticed the kids didn’t have the same strong accent as their two older brothers. And they all seemed incredibly smart...minus Raffaele. I guess that is what money brought them: an expensive education.

“Why hello Bianca! You may call me Rockey.” I said, extending my hand to her.

She took it almost immediately, shaking with all her might. Her eyes never left mine. “I am sorry for staring, but you are just as pretty as my brother said you were.”

The thought of Nicolò complimenting me had my face turning to the shade of a ripe tomato. Despite the fact that I was currently in the car, I began to fantasize about a wedding…

“We have arrived at the first school.” Arthur said a little louder, snapping me out of my trance. Apparently I had been day dreaming for a few minutes.

“Who goes first?” I asked, trying to get everyone to stop gawking at me.

“I do…” Bianca said reluctantly. The excited energy she had before had quickly vanished from her. She gave me the same look of panic Matteo had when he was confronted by his bullies.

I grabbed both of her hands, and gave her the best smile I could muster. “Your day is going to be great. Keep that sweet smile you have. I promise I will be here to pick you up after school, ok?”

She still seemed unsure about leaving, so I gently took her hand, and guided us out of the car. Once outside, I knelt right beside her, and began to encourage her.

“Whatever challenges you go through today, remember you are a strong young lady, and have strength to overcome it with grace and class. Don’t you ever forget it, ok?”

“I’ll try to remember that…” She said quietly. She gave me a quick hug before running down the lush green walkway. There were kids everywhere, running to the entrance with their expensive bookbags, cell phones, and lunch boxes.

Bianca walked past a group of girls who looked slightly older than her. They were murmuring something under their breath and laughing. I could tell she was feeling down; her posture began to drop.

“Bianca!” I yelled as loud as I could. Apparently too loud, cause everyone turned to face me. But my focus remained on her. As she turned around, I mouthed, “You got this! Chin up!”

She smiled back, and fixed her posture. She held her chin up and walked past the group of girls with a small degree of confidence. I hope that it lasts the full day.

“That’s my girl.” I said, unaware I had company.

“Are you the nanny, or are you her sister?” A male voice asked from behind me. I turned to see a handsome (not Nicoló handsome, but none-the-less handsome) man behind me. He looked to be Hispanic, dark gorgeous skin, and a wonderful smile. But I could tell what type of man he was: a fuck boy. Some of the mothers and female nannies around us were ogling him.

“Well, that is for me to know, and for you to never find out.” I said politely. I began walking past him, but he stopped me before I had a chance to get to the car.

“Forgive me. Let me start from the beginning. My name is Christopher Rivera. I am the teacher for Miss Bianca.” He said professionally.

“Hello Mr. Rivera, nice to meet you.” I said curtly.

“What is your name?” He asked. I don’t know why, but the entire conversation put me off. Definitely reminded me of how Danny and I met.

Before I could think of something slick to say, Matteo jumped out of the SUV. “Come on Rockey, we need to go!” If looks could kill, Mr. Rivera would be DEAD. It was obvious Matteo did not like this man.

The next two stops were fairly smooth. Matteo refused to let me see him off. When questioned, he said, “I don’t want you falling for my teacher.”

Gio, however, insisted upon giving me a silent, tiny tour of the outside grounds. All he did was point to certain landmarks. I had to fill in the rest with, “That looks cool!”, “Is that your hang out spot?”, and “That’s amazing!” Thankfully, he didn’t need a pep talk before going inside.

The car ride back to the Estate was uncomfortably quiet. Arthur remained focused on driving, while I sat playing with my fingers. It was an odd habit I picked up whenever I was nervous.

After a few minutes of silence, I gave in. I had so many questions that needed answers. “Ok Arthur! I need you to spill everything!” I demanded. He looked at me as if I spoke another language.

“What do you mean Miss Rockey?” He asked But I knew he understood my request. He had to have known some dirty secrets, or at the very least, tell me something juicy.

“Oh, come on Arthur! You must know everything about the family!” I pleaded.

He started laughing. “Miss Rockey, there are things that I don’t even know.”

“Well, tell me what you do know.” I demanded.

“Well...where do I start?” He began.

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peaky-yamyam · 7 years

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Wisdom and War - Alfie Solomons

@readsalot73 asked: Hello peaky-yamyam, hope you’re doing well. Would you consider writing a story where Alfie falls for a beautiful black lady who is strong, intelligent, curvy, badass, and is as nutcrackers as him?

-warning for racial slurs-

Alfie couldn’t remember ever meeting someone quite like Athena. It was pure chance that their paths had crossed; a very begrudged outing to discuss business with Sabini had meant Alfie found himself in one of London’s busy clubs, and despite his insistence to himself that this was just to talk to Sabini, he couldn’t help but order a glass of the infamous rum Sabini insisted on using instead of his own.

And that’s when he spotted her.

The dimmed lights of the club seemed to cast a glimmer across her dark skin, the rich tones highlighted perfectly by the large chandelier hanging above her. Her tight black curls were pinned in an elegant style that framed her face, finished with an extravagant headband that seemed to be the style now a days.

Now, Alfie wasn’t one for romance, the appeal of sappy ‘love at first sight’ stories unfathomable to him, but as she slammed her fists on the table, launched herself from her seat and threw an almighty punch at the bloke sat across from her, Alfie couldn’t deny that he was already halfway to being smitten. When she rounded the table -her long dress clinging tantalisingly over every curve - and pressed her foot to her victim’s throat, Alfie decided he needed to know her name. Fuck Sabini and fuck the rum he’d just paid for.

But before he’d even made it over to her, she’d bent low to the man on the ground and he heard her threaten to hammer a nail up his nose before demanding some of “that Solomon geezers rum, not this watered down shit”, Alfie was ready to ask her for her hand in marriage there and then.

I knew that there’d be trouble if I came out.

I debated not coming for a good five minutes, I swear, but Gio promised that if we went to Sabini’s I could at least get a drink, and if we went late the patrons wouldn’t be too offended by my presence.

I think his exact words were, “most of ‘em’ll be too drunk to care about some negro in the bar.”

With an emphasis on most.

Even in this part of London, where the sight of black woman shouldn’t be that surprising, no one could ever promise there’d be no trouble, that one dickhead wouldn’t feel entitled to ‘put me in my place’, but at least going to Sabini’s with Gio’s lot meant I could be drunk when it happened.

And I am.

Drunk that is. Which is part of the reason I have no qualms getting into an argument with Terrance. Or Big Terry as everyone likes to call him…

“You lost fair and square. I’m sorry you bet your month’s wages but, darlin’, it ain’t my problem that you can’t call a bluff. So hand over the money,” I declare, reclining back in my chair, despite Gio’s hissed warnings to let it go.

Terry’s face is slowly turning a delightful shade of pink and I can see him scrabbling round his vacant brain for a response.

“Fuck you, you…”

I lean forward in my seat and the rest of the table turns their eyes to him, waiting for him to finish his insult.

“…you ni-”

I was poised to strike in anticipation, so before the word even leaves his mouth it’s replaced with my fist and he hits the deck. No one bothers to try and stop me as I round the table and press my shoe to his throat.

“You’ll give me the money you owe me or, as god is my witness, I will track you down and hammer a nail straight up your nose.” I lean down and trail my finger across his nose for emphasis. “You’ll be alright though, it’ll probably just hit a lot of vacant space in that head of yours, you vapid twat.”

I can feel everyone’s eyes on me, and I bask in the attention.

“I need a drink. Some of that Solomon geezers rum, not this watered down shit!” I demand. May as well piss Sabini off while I’m at it.

“I may be able to help you with that,” a voice says from behind me.

I pull my foot off Terry and he splutters and scrambles from the floor.

“And who the fuck are you?” I spit, eyeing up the slightly scruffy man who’s addressed me.

“Well love, I’m that Solomon’s geezer.”

There’s a twinkle in his eyes and slight smile playing on his lips and although he looks out of place compared to the glitz of the bar, there’s something appealing about his presence.

“Ha! What you are love, is my new best friend. Athena Jackson,” I say holding out my hand.

He takes it and places a delicate kiss to the back before gesturing dramatically that we should leave. I don’t argue, I love a theatrical exit, and with the entire bar watching us in silence, that’s exactly what this is.

As the door closes behind us the music picks back up as people, I’m sure, process what they just witnessed.

“So, you’re the elusive Mr Solomons.”

“I am the elusive Mr Solomons. Yes. Alfie, though, you know, if that’s all a bit of a mouthful.”

I wink at his unintentional innuendo and his cheeks twinge pink, but he recovers quickly and we start walking down the street.

“That unfortunate chappy back there, the one who you so gracefully acquainted with the sole of your shoe, what exactly did he do?” he asks.

“Being disrespectful, won’t he? And he’s too big, I don’t like that. Walking round like he owns the fucking place, won’t do him no harm to see the world from a different perspective once in awhile.”

Alfie goes quiet and scratches at the bit of beard framing his mouth, and I can’t tell whether he’s trying to work out if I’m telling to the truth or whether he’s working out if he should be scared of me.

“He bet money, lost the bet and then refused to pay up,” I clarify. “But all that other stuff still stands.”

“Including the nail up his nose?”

“Definitely,” I reply with a smile.

We fall into silence again , Alfie fiddling with something in his pocket and it looks like he’s trying to find something to say. Before I can offer any conversation though, he stops outside a large, but rather unremarkable house.

“Right, well, I don’t mean to be forward,” he says, “and I definitely don’t want to be disrespectful after that display back there… Although I will admit that the thought of you having me on the floor with your foot on my throat is doing sinful things to me, but this is my house, see? Now you don’t need to come in, you being a respectful lady and all, but I’m inviting you in so you can have some of my rum that you seem so keen on, nothing more. I swear.”

“For a start, I ain’t a respectable lady, I can promise you, so get that idea straight out your head… And I don’t just mean in the dirty sense either,” I add, catching his almost gleeful expression, “the only reason I could be in that bar tonight was because I lucked out getting friendly with one of the high ups, and I might not be someone to mess with but-”

“You don’t know me,” Alfie interrupts, “so I’ll forgive the implied insult of my character. I think you are… I… Umm… Well… Would you look at that, for once I’m out of words. Nothing seems to fit you, and I ain’t going to let you disappear that easily. Unless you want to, of course, I ain’t forcing you to stay or nothing. If you want to go, then you can go, I’ll forget your very existence, just let you potter off into the night. But… Well, me and you? I think there could be something really fucking good there,” he finally trails off.

He keeps his eyes fixed on me; intense gaze reaching past the bullshit that clouds everyone else’s views of me, through to me, and I’m inclined to agree with him.

“Well, you going to let me in then?” I ask with a smile.

#Alfie Solomons #alfie solomons imagine #Alfie Solomons fanfic #alfie solomons fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders imagine

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le hizo verdadera ilusión encontrarse a su amiga alicent entre el público aquella noche si bien no reconoció a les dos chiques que iban con ella. era el primero de una serie de conciertos que tenía agendado y las hermanas hightower siempre le habían apoyado. cuando el show hubo terminado y ella y la banda se despidieron del público, fue a guardar su guitarra y después corrió a abrazar a su amiga, que tras una rápida presentación, le introdujo a sus acompañantes. la mayor y alicent se excusaron un momento y ella se quedó a solas con la morena. "¿cómo era tu nombre?" preguntó, pues verdaderamente se le había olvidado. "en fin, voy a ir a por una birra a la barra, ¿qué te apetece a ti?" // @qvimcra

#* / gio - i feel no need to forgive but i might as well.

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Asdgj i love your writing im so glad reqs are open aaa. Ok ok um - can i req the passione gang (or just gio, bruno and fugo) seeing their crush in maid costume (mission/infiltration idk) and when they end reuniting with the group theyre embarassed and as they try to escape they slam onto them boi - and are like "pls hide me" - i mean whatever u write ill love so

MY AESTHETIC TBH. I’ll only do the three you requested so that the headcanons can be long because I’m a lazy person!—————————–

While Giorno knew everyone in the group had their own roles to fill during this infiltration mission, the set up for this mission had been so rushed that he didn’t get the chance to ask Bruno what everyone was going to be.

So imagine his surprise (and redden cheeks) when weeks later he sees you approach him in your disguise. You were dressed in a beautiful french maid uniform, of which had been sewn to accentuate the most appealing parts of your body. The matching black stockings and collar themed choker certainly didn’t help his ever growing blush.

This poor, normally composed Don would have his tongue completely caught in his throat. He’d try and say your name, but all he can manage is a stutter of the first syllable. While it was clear that you had been nervous too over the outfit, seeing him so out of character had managed to get a small laugh out of you, which had completely broke him.

Giorno would have to take a deep breath before trying to talk again, but he wouldn’t even get the chance. Just as he was about to speak, the two of you turned toward the sound of glass shattering, followed by a very loud Narancia yelling everyone to scatter. Needless to say, that meant that it was time to run.

With everything a complete mess, especially after the sound of bullets reverberating in the ballroom, Giorno would immediately grab you and pull you close to him. Depending on the situation, he might even have to pick you up bridal style and carry you out of the area.

After it’s all over, and everyone in the group has managed to escape from the nearly ruined mission, you and Giorno would be left alone together. While Giorno (very obviously) enjoyed the sight of you in your uniform, he’d quickly remove his coat and wrap you in it.

“I’m sure it must have been hard for you, having to wear that everyday…” his hand lightly brushed the collar on your neck “…Especially this.” As quickly as he could, the collar on your neck would be turn into vines, weaved together with a single Forget-me-not.

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Naturally, since he’s the one who would be planning the entire mission, Bruno knew exactly what you’d have to do. Even as he wished other wise, Bruno would approach you and instruct you to become a maid for the target, as he needed someone on the inside to give him information He told you it’d be easy, since the target didn’t really choose his maids based on their cleaning abilities. Of course, he’d never do this if he didn’t know 100% that you’d be safe.

But the day would eventually come when it was finally time for the rest of the group to find their way inside of the mansion. When it happens, Bruno’s first instinct is to find you and check on assignment’s status, but the sight before him will leave him completely speechless.

You had looked absolutely beautiful in your maid uniform. Dressed from head to toe in shinning black silk, your outfit left very little to the imagination with how perfectly it fit your body. Still, even with your figure being shown off well, the bright whites of your chest and bottom of your skirt were made purposefully made to attract the eyes to what be considered by most ‘the best parts’.

And attract his eyes they did before he recomposed himself as quickly as possible. Bruno would never be able to forgive himself if he had blown the mission purely over how beautiful you looked. Still wasn’t easy though.

With his composure returned, Bruno was just about to ask you about the details he needed before he noticed the target entering the room. Not risking being caught, Bruno immediately grabbed onto your hand and had you both move to the hallway, where he hurriedly asked you where the nearest place to hide would be.

Unfortunately (or not so unfortunately) for you both, the nearest hiding place was a very tight broom closet, forcing the two of you to press as tightly together as possible. While Bruno had wanted to take this chance to ask you about mission, he’d find himself distracted once again, specifically over the feeling of your hands on his chest and your breath on his neck.

Please. Help him. He can only take so much.

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Fugo, like Giorno, would have no clue what your role was, as he was quickly forced into his own. As Bruno instructed, Fugo was to enter the mansion as a new butler, since the target liked to partner up what they considered their play dolls. As to what that meant, he was about to find out.

Already feeling the rage boil up inside him, even mantras of ‘do it for the mission’ were doing little to placate when it came to the target’s attitude. His only wish was to punch the living daylights out of the target and finish this mission earlier than planned.

That all ceased to be a problem the moment his eyes landed on you.

Your uniform looked beautiful, if not a little inappropriate. While seemingly modest in the way it covered most of your chest, a small sliver of cleavage would make itself show. But that modesty was none existent towards the skirt. It had been barely long enough to pass what needed to be covered, and the stockings were short enough to leave a section of skin exposed.

The target immediately began to laugh at Fugo’s expense, as the blush that covered Fugo’s cheeks could easily be seen from a mile away. While this had concerned you, given Fugo’s anger issues, he was far too captivated by you to even notice.

From that point on, you and Fugo had been paired up for entertainment purposes. After all, the fated romance of two 'strangers’, brought together by the target was just what the target had always wanted. Because of this, the two of you were forced into some awkward situations, such as being forced to not only share the same room but also the same bed.

Even so, Fugo would be very gentlemanly to you and offer to do things like sleep on the floor or not be under the same blanket as you so you can sleep peacefully. After all, he knew better than anyone at this point that good rest is going to be the only thing to keep the two of you sane with all of the target’s antics.

In the end, after Narancia’s abrupt glass shattering and screaming, Fugo would immediately run to your side and carry you out of the ballroom. He was going to just carry you out of the ballroom, but he refused to pass up the chance to give the target a quick blow to the stomach before Mista takes the final shot.

#Giorno Giovanna #Bruno Bucciarati #Pannacotta Fugo #part 5 #headcanons #Anonymous #long post #also forgive me for the poor descriptions of the outfit #I'm still learning how to write that kind of thing lol

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The Curious Case Of Miguel Andujar

Joey

November 21st

Let's begin by going back to the start of this whole kerfuffle:

“I’m definitely getting a lot of interest in Miguel Andujar while I’m sitting down here,” Cashman told The Michael Kay Show on ESPN Radio on Wednesday while in Scottsdale, Ariz., for the MLB GM Meetings.

“I’ve got clubs asking me, ‘What are you going to do with him? We'd have an interest in him. Mark us down.’”

Andujar played just 12 games last year, his season ending early thanks to surgery to repair a torn right rotator cuff.

https://www.nj.com/yankees/2019/11/mlb-trade-rumors-yankees-miguel-andujar-a-hot-commodity-right-now.html

One of the first things to keep in mind I suppose is the connotation and terminology used here. Cashman saying he's "getting a lot of interest" is different than him doing what he said about Sonny Gray and outright admitting that he was going to trade him. Just because Cashman has GMs calling, it doesn't mean a trade is inevitable or even remotely close to being discussed. Every team talks about every player just about. We know that GMs "had interest" in Gleyber Torres in the midst of an all star breakout season because reports immediately came out that the Tigers asked for Torres in exchange for pitcher Matt Boyd. Conversations do not mean action. It also doesn't mean nothing is happening either.

Lets be fair and admit outright that the Miguel Andujar and Yankees marriage may not be long for this world. Realistically speaking, teams can probably see what we all see:

-The Yankees had concerns about Miguel Andujar long before his debut. They were so worried about his defense and his long term future at the position that they had discussions about Gleyber Torres at third base prior to Torres making a full time commitment to 2nd. They went out and traded for Brandon Drury from Arizona because they had concerns about Andujar's defense.

-Andujar's bat exploded in his rookie year and he took off, finishing ahead of Gleyber Torres and just behind supernova Yu Darvish in the ROTY race. He was at times the most consistent Yankee hitter on a team chocful of great hitters like Aaron Judge, Gleyber Torres, Didi Gregorious, Giancarlo Stanton and Gary Sanchez.

-Andujar was a BUTCHER with the glove. Pick your defensive metric and he was bad at it. Andujar's range is borderline nonexistent, he's got a superb arm but a throwing angle that compromises his accuracy and his footwork was pretty substandard as well. Long story short, Miguel Andujar's defense was so bad that facing elimination against the vaunted and hated Boston Red Sox, Miguel Andujar was sitting on the bench while the Yankees watched Boston close out on the show on their homefield.

-In 2019, Andujar worked hard on his fielding in the winter but admittedly made no changes to the throwing motion he had that caused many of the problems defensively. He got hurt (which is really unfortunate), rushed back (or the Yankees misdiagnosed him) and then he was finally shut down. In his time away, Andujar watched as Gio Urshela broke out big time to the tune of a .314/.355/.534 with 21 homers and some really solid defense behind him. Even when Urshela offensively took a slip, his defense remained steady and gave the Yankees the hot corner presence they had been dying for.

All of this creates for an easy enough story to follow. The Yankees got their taste of competent 3rd base play after years of Andujar and Headley and feel compelled to give Gio Urshela every opportunity to win the job outright next year. In every sport on every team there are "competitions" where the die has been cast long before someone takes the field or court and this is one of them. It would be a borderline catastrophic failure (or success for Andujar) if the Yankees walk out here on opening day with Miguel Andujar at 3rd base. He still has immense value as a bat but where do you play him at if Urshela is your 3rd base guy? Andujar can't be a defensive replacement at 3rd so that's out of the question. You're probably going to DH Sanchez/Stanton/Judge/Voit at times so there goes that spot as a meaningful place to play in a perfect world. Can Andujar play 1st base? Let's be fair and point out that the Yankees have at least 3 1st basemen on the team now with Voit, Ford and DJ LaMeheiu all getting starts there. Do you need a 4th 1st basemen who hits right handed? The outfield is an option and one Andujar supporters have wrapped their arms around, partially for good reason. Baseball has quite a few 3rd basemen who if athletic enough have made a comfortable move to the outfield such as Ryan Braun, Alex Gordon and even the aforementioned Brandon Drury. If Andujar's problems can be mitigated by moving him away from the ball then maybe you've found a spot for him. For this team though, don't they already have a shuntsy defensive outfielder who hits the ball well? Does this team need two Clint Fraziers?

So why keep Andujar? Well for starters, it's going to be tough to find a straight up fair match right now. You're not trading Miguel Andujar after a year of bad defense and a 2nd place finish for AL ROTY. You're going to be dealing Andujar with close to two years of bad defense off a torn labrum with questions about his position on the field. On their own, you can maybe forgive injury, maybe forgive the suspect defense and maybe forgive the fact that he might not have a position to play. You can't do that on all at once. Also let's not forgive that the Yankees cut the Gerrit Cole talks short with Pittsburgh because they weren't willing to move Andujar in those deals. They WITHHELD Andujar because they valued him as being (at least in terms of a headliner) a bridge too far for Cole. You don't give up on that kind of a player a few years later just because what you thought would happen is actually happening. Andujar's value is at its lowest and you want to be buying when somebody is at rock bottom, not selling. The last time the Yankees were in a situation like this; they wound up moving Jesus Montero (a big bat questionable position b ad defense guy) for Miguel Pineda in a deal that sort of floundered for both parties. The difference is Montero was coming off a fun little cameo for the Yankees and Pineda was the epitome of the big arm big frame potential ace the Yankees were chasing at the time. Andujar's value is ROCK bottom and teams are sniffing a bargain, not prepared to pay retail because "retail is for suckers." Unless you get lucky or find a broken for broken deal, Andujar gets you some 40 man fliers or low A arms.

And why trade him? This is the tanking era of major league baseball. Seriously. More teams than ever are tanking and packing it up and packing it in. The haves and the have-iest and the have nots are the have not-iest they've ever been at least for me as a fan of the MLB. That affords you a lot of time to develop and figure out what a player is or isn't. Some team will look at the Yankees, see the lack of a spot for Andujar but the talent and will say "Hey we've got a long time to go before we're competitive, let's work on him!" A team like the Marlins (they know this system), the Pirates (could they use a 3B with a sweet swing?) or the Mariners might be interested. Cleveland has been discussed a bunch by Yankees fans in exchange for one of their many young arms. There's options here if Andujar is available to move him. Also maybe the Yankees just want to get out from under the Andujar stigma. As long as he's in the sytem, there's going to be people who want him to play and as long as he CAN'T play defense, there's really no point. Like Clint Frazier, why should he linger in the minors beyond his expiration date or beyond the point of value?

Today the Yankees said good bye to the former heir apparent at first base when they waived Greg Bird. They may be making a similar decision soon to say goodbye to the tremendously talented but flawed Miguel Andujar.

#MLB #Yankees #Andujar #Miguel Andujar #trades #hot stove

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