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Limbus Company: Deep Analysis of Sin

So, I decided to take a deeper dive into the different sin types in Limbus Company.

The TLDR Version:

Wrath - Unable to accept something

Lust - Having a strong desire

Sloth - Losing sight

Gluttony - Satisfaction-seeking

Gloom - Controlled by pain

Pride - Contempt of others/selfishness

Envy - Desire to surpass

Regarding the sinners' skills, the sin position is important as well. A S1 sin is a surface-level appearance, but S3 represents something deep inside them.

The detailed explanations are under the cut!

Wrath

Wrath, on the surface level, can present as being irritable or hard to get along with.

Wrath S1 examples

LCB Ishmael, who seems irritable and nitpicky at first.

Seven Heathcliff "Why am I doing this stupid job?"

Hook Office Hong Lu "Don't speak so softly, I'll feel homicidal"

S2 gets closer to how they really feel. The feeling of wrath comes from the feeling of "I can't accept this" - whether it's how they're being treated, how their environment is, etc.

Wrath S2 examples

LCB Heathcliff (past speculation) - Discriminated, mistreated, resenting what's happening to him

LCB Sinclair (past) - I don't want to get prosthetics

W Corp Hong Lu - Bored with his job.

And S3 wrath represents a strong rejection - they won't accept Anything they deem contrary to their own beliefs and ideals. It is a violent refusal.

Wrath S3 examples

N corp identities who are brainwashed - Kill all the dissenters and heretics.

Pequod Ishmael - "It's MY way or the HIGHWAY, god damn it!" (Throws a fit if another ID kills an enemy)

R Corp Ishmael - Hates it to the point she's looking for Singularity information of old R corp

LCB Rodya - I can't accept this armchair revolution and endless poverty. I have to kill this old windbag.

Lust

Lust in this case is a pursuit of something non-physical - a relationship, an ideal, a core element of your self. On the surface level, this can present as really wanting to be something.

Lust S1 Examples

LCB Don Quixote - Wants to become a great Fixer.

W Corp Ryoshu - Wants to be a great artist.

Sous Chef Gregor - Wants to improve his cooking.

S2 is a little stronger than just normal desire. They will willingly hurt other people or trample them to achieve their goal.

Lust S2 Examples

Tingtang Gangleader Hong Lu - Uses violence and is callous to those invading his turf

The One Who Grips Faust - Massacres Sinclair's village to get what she wants

LCB Ryoshu - Her idea of beauty ties in with violence

S3 is a little different - It's desiring something so badly on an existential level. It's pretty much what they live for.

Lust S3 Examples

R.B. Chef Ryoshu - Needs to be one of the Eight. Will stop at nothing to achieve this.

N Corp Heathcliff - Not brainwashed, doesn't really want to be. Wants to preserve his "true self".

G Corp Gregor - After an irreversible transformation, fully believes his reason to exist is to be a killing machine.

Interestingly, both LCB Heathcliff and Hong Lu have a Lust S3.

Sloth

Sloth is inaction, watching from the sidelines, not seeing what is in front of you. This can start with just simply being misguided, believing something to be true when it's not.

Sloth S1 Examples

W Corp Don Quixote - "I am working at a Wing!! CHOO CHOO!! Sally forth!!"

LCB Outis - Her piss-poor act of blind acceptance and obedience.

LCB Meursault - It is simply none of my business if Sinclair hyperventilates and vomits on the floor.

S2 sloth is more purposeful, not taking action when one should or purposefully being ignorant of reality.

LCB Faust - Does not tell Dante and the others a lot of information and doesn't stop sinners from running amok.

LCB Hong Lu - Despite being perceptive, does not seem to register bad situations as bad or react to pain appropriately.

G Corp Gregor - This feels wrong but I'll just continue with it anyway.

S3 sloth is a total loss of vision, not being able to see what's important to them. Losing sight of all they used to desire, and doing nothing about it.

Dieci IDs - Lost their memory and doesn't even remember what was most important to them.

K Corp Hong Lu - Doesn't seem to mind his total loss of freedom and autonomy, despite desiring freedom in other IDs.

LCB Yi Sang - Could not care about anything he once loved or aspired to be, until he was able to gain his wings once more.

Blade Lineage Don Quixote - Once used her strength to fight alongside her comrades, but now kills for purely her own sake.

Gluttony

Gluttony is a desire to be satisfied, whether it's something material or psychological. This can present like greed or selfishness at first sight.

S1 Gluttony Examples

LCB Rodya - "I want meat, I want money, I want to gamble!"

LCB Ryoshu - "Let me smoke. Let me do as I please."

Lantern EGO Don Quixote - Curious about the abnormalities and wanting to know more about them

S2 Gluttony is wanting more at a crucial point in their life, or desiring more than they could chew. It could also mean getting hooked into something or addicted.

S2 Gluttony Examples

LCB Ishmael - "I quit my job, I need something that's not labour hellscape... Hm? That hag can sure talk..."

R Corp Heathcliff - Began deriving enjoyment from killing

N Corp Don Quixote - Didn't even need the brainwashing, got hooked onto the N Corp ideology herself

S3 Gluttony seems to be the final stage of seeking what they desire - being satisfied, even when they shouldn't be.

S3 Gluttony Examples

Tingtang Gangleader Hong Lu - Seems completely happy and enjoying himself

Seven Heathcliff - Actually learned to like his job

W Corp Hong Lu - Doesn't want praise or a raise, just fine with how things are now

Gloom

Gloom represents pain, and how it affects how the person treats their situation or other people. On the surface level, they may appear melancholic or having given up.

S1 Gloom Examples

LCB Yi Sang, LCB Gregor - Self explanatory.

Rosespanner Meursault - Crushed by work

R Corp Ishmael - Headache, pain, does not like it here

S2 Gloom is a moment of despair, when something in their heart was broken. This may also involve guilt and inflicting pain.

W Corp Don Quixote and most W Corp IDs (Except Hong Lu and Ryoshu) - The shocking reveal of what W Corp really is.

N Corp Heathcliff - "What the hell am I even doing??"

Lobotomy EGO Heathcliff - "All my friends are dead."

S3 Gloom can represent letting their pain affect how they treat others. Lashing out, being insensitive to others' pain, or simply giving up and accepting the hurt as inescapable.

W Corp Yi Sang - Abandoned hopes for freedom, just wants it to hurt a little less

G Corp Outis - Knows she cannot escape the unfair treatment

LCB Ishmael - Lashes out and hurts others because she is deeply hurting, making it more painful for her too

Pride

Pride is the belief that they are different from other people, and so the rules don't apply to them. This can seem as arrogance at first, even if they are not actually like that.

S1 Pride Examples

LCB Sinclair - Rich boy 1

LCB Hong Lu - Rich boy 2

LCB Faust - Doesn't hide that she thinks she's better than everyone else

S2 Pride can contain disdain for other people, and believing they are better than those around them. Therefore, their actions can be excused in their eyes.

S2 Pride Examples

LCB Meursault and LCB Outis - Competent and they know it themselves. Outis thinks of her comrades as dirt and points and laughs when they die.

W Corp Ryoshu - Her art comes from chopping up the dead and deformed passengers, doesn't give a single shit about them

LCB Rodya - Believed she was special enough to make a difference and split the hag's skull.

S3 pride goes a step further - their own desires take precedence over anyone else's. They may even see other people's lives as literally the same as a blade of grass. If they want something, they'll trample everything and anything.

S3 Pride Examples

The One Who Grips Faust - Probably doesn't even give a shit about the grand ideology or her minions. Just did it because she could, and wanted to.

The Middle Little Sister Don Quixote - "I can kill anyone who disrespected my organization!"

LCB Ryoshu - Has the littlest regard for human life.

Envy

Envy can start out with the simple desire to surpass someone, to become better than others. To want more than what other people have.

S1 Envy Examples

Tingtang Gangleader Hong Lu - Began wanting to be stronger, to have more power.

LCB Heathcliff - Rich bastards are annoying, they don't deserve it more than I do

Shi Ishmael - Just wants to survive in a world of dog eat dog

S2 envy is the need to be better than what you once were, to surpass yourself and get something accomplished.

S2 Envy Examples

LCB Yi Sang - Bettered his own craft and created the mirror.

Pequod Members - Lay their past self to rest, and opted to hunt the whale.

R.B. Chef Ryoshu - Wants to make better and better pies

S3 Envy is the result of their desire to surpass - or that they have accomplished something, but with a heavy price.

S3 Envy Examples

W Corp Ryoshu - Extremely powerful, but her sword will suck up her health if she doesn't charge it properly.

R Corp Heathcliff - Gained insane power but lost something important to him in the process.

LCB Sinclair - Was able to avoid getting prosthetics but his whole family dead.

Pequod Heathcliff - Managed to get out of the Middle but is covered in scars he can't erase.

I will continue to write more specific theories, but this is how I feel about the sin affinities right now! I'd love to write about EGO and enemies as well soon.

#limbus company #meta #fan theory #faust lcb #ishmael lcb #sinclair lcb #don quixote lcb #gregor lcb #project moon #outis lcb #lcb heathcliff #lcb hong lu #lcb ryoshu #lcb rodya #lcb yi sang #lcb meursault

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of sex at parties {h.j.} | track 4

©June 2023, April 2024 by lalal-99

Han Jisung x afab!reader | trope: slice of life, coming of age | word count: 6k

Synopsis: The one where you play Truth or Drink and things get a little heated.

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Note: I know, I know... I wanted to have shorter chapters and update more frequently. But life happens. And it just so happens that I rediscovered my love for music making and production (not that anyone cares or even reads my notes). These things tend to engulf me fully and don't let me go until I'm forced out of them. When will I post the next chapter? Who knows? Could be tomorrow. Could be in two months (not likely...).

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“That’s almost too easy! Fuck Psy, Marry Bang PD and Kill JYP. Next!”

Yuqi’s answer sent Hwasa into a fit of laughter, almost bursting her pipes as she spat her drink into the nearby sink.

“Girl, you got some explaining to do about that.” When Wheein had prompted the blonde, she likely hadn’t expected an answer within two seconds.

“What do I have to explain about that? JYP was the obvious choice for Kill. Psy is famously known as the mother-father gentleman, so Fuck. And Bang PD…He has that TXT money. So, marry him and hopefully prevent him from signing any kind of prenup.” Yuqi took a sip from her cocktail, shrugging. The answer sent Hwasa straight into another breathless cough while her girlfriend steadied her. Otherwise she would have also sent her head straight into the marble countertop.

Two hours of dancing and three of Yuqi’s mysteriously strong cocktails after your arrival, you found yourself back in the kitchen. While all your closest friends surrounded you, everything seemed just a bit brighter. And a bit more funny too, with the alcohol running through your system. You were so relaxed even, you had somehow agreed to playing a few rounds of Truth or Drink. That you barely knew these people, or maybe because of it, you found yourself enjoying it more than usual.

So much so you had played it for the past 20 minutes, passing around questions with one simple rule. Either answer or empty your drink.

Sure, the gamification of drinking wasn’t the most intelligent decision. But it also gave you the perfect opportunity to get to know each other better. So, what the heck!

“Okay, fair.”

Yuqi spun the bottle once Wheein had passed her answer as acceptable. The rim landed on Changbin this time, the only male in your group. Leaned back against the counter, you had almost forgotten he was present. Well, almost, hadn’t it been for his visible affection for Yuqi. He always laughed at her answers a bit too loud, looked at her a little too long. She had ignored him for the most part, though you doubted it was out of spite or disinterest. She didn’t even realise his attempt to grab her attention; too drunk and into the game.

Changbin waited for her question, watching her lips move as she phrased it seconds later.

“Body count. Go!”

A little cliché, yes, though the boy seemed indifferent about it.

“Depends. What body count are we talking about?” Changbin counter-questioned as he crossed his buff arms over his bottle.

“What kind of freaky stuff are you into that you have several types of body count?”

Redness spread from Changbin’s cheeks to his ears as he shifted.

“I’m not into anything weird,” he defended, embarrassed by her suggestion. “I was talking more about sex or, like, mouth and hand stuff.”

“Alright. Let’s do sex.” That gave him base to answer.

“Then two.”

“Two?” Hwasa was surprised, leaning forward as she propped herself onto the countertop. She was a little shaky, swaying back and forth on her elbows.

“Yes. You sound shocked.”

“Why so few?” Yuqi’s filter had subsided somewhen between drinks four and five. The words simply tumbled out of her mouth at this point.

“Because,” Changbin shifted his weight onto the other leg, stalling. Not that his answer was particularly weird as it was double your body count, after all. But you couldn’t deny your own surprise. Until now, he had seemed very sure of himself. Carrying himself with a fair amount of self-confidence; almost oozing sex-appeal. You, too, had expected his body count to be much higher. “I don’t sleep with anyone I’m not involved with. I had two long-term relationships in High School, back-to-back. So, two people’s not weird.”

“What about the hand and mouth stuff body count?”

Changbin smirked at Yuqi’s curiosity, bringing his bottle to his lips, “Only one question per round.”

“Suspicious,” Yuqi’s eyes narrowed, “but alright.”

“Great, my turn then.” Changbin spun the bottle and the cap-part landed on Hwasa. She straightener her back, daringly waving her hands at him.

“Hit me!”

Contemplating his options, Changbin took a few seconds to find an appropriate question. Which wasn’t easy seeing he didn’t know and had barely spoken to her. “Okay. What was the most public place you ever had sex in?” Considering the expected sexual direction this game had taken, the question was fitting.

Hwasa ran her long nails through her hair, eyes fixing on Wheein in deep thought. “There’s been a few. What do you think, babe?”

“I don’t know. The whirlpool at my parent’s house?”

“Nah. That’s still pretty private. Your parents weren’t even home.”

Searching the mental drawers of her brain, Hwasa found a more fitting memory. She sent a knowing look towards her girlfriend, logging in her final answer. “I know. When we did at the movies.”

Wheein cocked an eyebrow as she took a strong sip from her drink. Her gaze, meanwhile, remained fixed on the colourful liquid, avoiding eye contact. “Yeah... That wasn’t me.”

“Of course it was!” Hwasa exclaimed, gesturing with her hands to revive the memory. “We watched that awful Tom Cruise movie.”

“I’ve never seen a Tom Cruise movie in my life.”

Hwasa should have left it at that, but her intoxicated brain didn’t take the hint. Knowing the crucial details of their backstory together—courtesy to Yuqi and her impressive interrogational skills—you sent her warning glares. Though she was too focused on her girlfriend to notice.

As extroverted as you had learned her to be, Hwasa had her fair share of relationships in the past. She had been with many men and women alike; some more serious and others not so much. Like her friends-with-benefits situation with Jackson, for example. After dating a lot through High School and the first two years of college, she eventually met Wheein. They loved each other very much, as anyone could tell after spending a few hours with them. An unspoken dynamic remained nonetheless, with Wheein being far less experienced.

She had been with men only for the first 20 years of her life. It took her another year to realise why her interest in them had never stuck. And another year after that to come to terms with her sexuality. That’s when she met Hwasa, their eventual relationship the first serious one she had ever been in. Let alone with a woman.

For as much as they loved each other, Wheein became insecure whenever Hwasa mentioned her previous partners.

So, yes. Hwasa should have probably let it be. But she didn’t.

“Erm, we sure did. I can’t believe you don’t remember. We got one of those loveseats in the last row, but the movie was so bad we started making out and stuff.” She didn’t need to explain and stuff further for you to know what she was hinting at. “I distinctly remember because my hair kept tangling up in your earrings. Almost lost an ear for sex that day.”

Clearing her throat, Wheein stepped back to lean against the counter, arms crossed. “Wasn’t me. See.” She lifted her hair, showing her ears to her girlfriend. It took a few seconds to realise her ears weren’t pierced. “It must have been one of your exes.”

A veil of tension spread over you at the hint of malaise in her voice. Hwasa’s cheeks heated up, a manicured nail between her teeth at the realisation.

“Oops.”

Despite the music blasting through the speakers, the silence was thick. It broke only once Yuqi spoke up. You had never been happier about her ability to find the place to pick up previous conversations.

“I had sex in a whirlpool once.” Heads turned in her direction as her face scrunched up at the memory. “Very sexy, but not comfortable. And then there’s the issue of protection. Who in their right mind carries a condom when sitting in a whirlpool?”

“So? What did you do?” Changbin’s curiosity was very sparked.

“We took a chance.” A shockwave overtook the crowd as though Yuqi had said something controversial. “I know. I’m not proud of it, either. But as I said, it was very sexy, and we didn’t want to ruin the mood.”

“I definitely do not recommend taking a chance. Especially not for the sake of not ruining the mood.”

All eyes turned to you as you spoke, only acknowledging your words once they had come out of your mouth. Maybe you should go slower on the alcohol, as your body started to act on its own account.

“Speaking from experience?” Hwasa questioned with a smirk as you took another sip from your drink before finally setting it down.

“A friend of mine,” you explained, crossing your arms as you leaned against the fridge behind you. “She winged it once and got pregnant.”

“Damn! How old was she?”

“14 and a half.”

“That’s rough. Did your friend keep it?”

“He’s turning four in November.”

Most colour drained from Yuqi’s face at those words and a shudder ran through her body. “Now I’m kinda glad the only thing I got from my story was a cold.”

The crowd fell into a bunch of giggles at Yuqi’s honesty, the tensive mood finally fading. She should consider her ability to cut right through tension a gift.

Your gaze tiptoed through the doorway into the living area where they met a familiar figure. Over the past half-hour, you had searched his attention on occasion. The alcohol in your system encouraged the search for proximity to Jisung. Now that you had reached the early morning hours, the crowd started dissolving, and it became much easier for you to follow his movements. That he had the same urge for your closeness hadn’t gone by you. Several longing gazes had found you, which the vibrating egg inside you had at least some part in.

Jisung was still with most of his friends—sans Changbin, who was with you, and Felix, who had left a while ago. Instead, a few girls had entered the chat, most prominently a girl around your age and height. Why was she so prominent? Well, she seemed to find anything and everything your boyfriend said hilarious. She threw her black bob-cut-hair back so much, you feared she'd break her neck. She had started a conversation with your boyfriend earlier and now hung on his every word.

While you had checked their whereabouts at first, you stopped once you noticed Jisung’s nonverbal cues. The constant gazes your way and his lip wandering between his teeth with every uncomfortable chuckle. They told you he did anything but enjoy the banter the skimpily-clad girl had engaged him in.

Your suspicion proved correct when Jisung reached into his pocket and the vibrations picked up. Reassurance, that while he was talking to someone else, his mind was still entirely with you.

You probably should have helped out your boyfriend. You knew he couldn’t act on his unwillingness to continue talking to her. Though Jisung had to learn to handle such situations at some point. And you were having such a blast with your friends, so you let him be. The group was still debating their most public sexcapades and your head turned back as your lips wrapped around your bottle.

Apparently, your diverting glances hadn’t gone unnoticed.

“Are you not bothered by that?”

Looking down at yourself, you feared your outfit had malfunctioned in some way. You knew you shouldn’t have worn a skirt to a frat party, but Yuqi had convinced you out of your faded black jeans. You always wear them. Spice it up a little. Unbeknownst to her, you had already spiced it up, the egg inside you rubbing against your walls with delicious pressure. But you still let yourself be talked into the skirt. Now, you regretted all your life decisions as a group of people stared at you.

“Why? What is it?” You searched your outfit for the origin of Hwasa’s statement.

“I’m talking about your boyfriend. Talking to another girl.”

You found the two of them again, eyes wandering up and down the girl’s sporty figure. Her long legs were clad in skin-tight jeans that reached her narrow waist. A crop top and pair of spotless white sneakers rounded off her athletic look. Her hand ran through her jet-black hair and that was all it took to detect that she was flirting. If her longing glances at Jisung hadn’t already been hint enough.

“And a pretty one,” Yuqi added as you focused on the group again, shaking your head.

“Not really, no. Why? Should I?”

“I don’t know. I’d be if it were my girlfriend, talking to her.” Wheein blushed at Hwasa’s words, damage control overshadowing her previous insecurity.

“I wouldn’t be too worried,” Changbin interjected, grabbing your attention. “She’s been coming on to each of us at least once tonight. She started off with Chris and made her way down the line.”

“Even if she didn’t. They’re only talking.” You met Jisung’s gaze, his lips morphing into a smile once he noticed. The vibrations spiked on cue, and it took a little more focus from you not to react. “I trust him.”

Little could have destroyed the trust you had for each other. Either of you understood that you had gotten lucky. Being with your best friend and finding your soulmate this early on. Apart from that, neither of you had ever given the other a reason to mistrust them. You were smart enough to not let anything risk what you had.

When Jisung excused himself from the group, your sense of awareness was proven yet again. He left the girl mid-conversation to join your separate party which filled you with pride. His cheeks squished into their usual round shape as he beamed at you until he landed at your side.

“Are you talking about me, or am I so pretty you can’t keep your eyes off me.”

Your boyfriend’s arms wrapped around you from behind and his chin landed on your shoulder. “It’s when he says things like that, that I know I’m stuck with him for life.”

The girls and Changbin chuckled at your words, Jisung meeting your gaze with a frown.

“What?”

“Nothing, baby. I love you.”

The stupid grin forming on his lips warmed your heart. “Love you, too.”

Your group picked up their game of Truth or Drink while your boyfriend stood wrapped around you. You tried focusing while Hwasa spun the bottle to land on you. The alcohol in your system caused a constant buzz, goosebumps rising as she asked you about secret kinks.

Your friends went positively berserk when you told them about your exhibitionistic tendencies. Not you. Not well-behaved Y/N, who never even swore. You refrained from further mentioning how you sometimes ditched underwear in everyday situations. Yuqi’s eyes would have probably bulked out of her skulls, comic-book-style. You also didn’t note your fondness of public play, fearing Hwasa would suffocate, forgetting to breathe.

“Sorry, but I can’t believe we could walk in on you two getting your freak on, entering a lecture hall. Or the cafeteria. Or the football court. Although…Would we walk out on you in that case?” Hwasa questioned once she had found the brainpower to pick her jaw up from the floor.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” you told your friend in amusement. “We’re pretty good at hiding. You wouldn’t even know we’re there.”

A whole new set of toxins filled your bloodstream as you talked something so dirty. Quickening palpitations were enforced by your boyfriend, pulling you closer against himself. The mere mention of your spicy secret was enough to drive him crazy. He seemed even more excited, being the only one knowing you were living your kink right that second.

Your very sexy, very tempting boyfriend shared your interest in all things exhibitionist. Although you usually kept the PDA down whenever around people. Sure, you exchanged kisses here and there. But even hugging typically only occurred when no one was around. It was somewhat precautional. So people around you weren’t even slightly suspicious when you decided to go commando. Or if either of you controlled whatever Bluetooth vibrator the other was wearing. No one would suspect anything like that from the couple that hardly held hands in public.

Your friends accepted your revelation after many more questions, which remained unanswered. They went off-topic—or rather, off you as the focus of it—as they debated their willingness to have sex in public. And you didn’t dare complain.

This way, no one noticed Jisung’s hand creeping up the back of your thigh until he reached your ass. He kissed the back of your neck, blowing cool air against the moist skin as it tickled you. Trying to stay calm and keep your secret antics secret from your friends was half the fun. You bit the inside of your cheek as his breath tickled you, his teeth soon moving to nibble at your earlobe.

The two of you swayed to the music, concealing your ass which was grinding against his growing bulge. It was no surprise when you felt him stiffen against the movement, a proud smirk appearing on your face.

Your ability to turn each other on in seconds was still as present as during the first few weeks together.

“Baby,” Jisung hummed against your ear, hands grabbing your hips to still you.

“Mhm.”

The music was loud, and the people around you were drunk enough so no one could follow your conversation.

“It’s been about three hours of me playing with you like this. How about we tend to that upstairs bedroom situation?”

“I don’t know.” The wondering tone in your voice was fake, teasing, and Jisung could tell. “I’m not convinced. Also, kinda having a blast here.”

“I don’t think this is a matter of conviction,” Jisung whispered, lips wandering over your neck. His hands travelled under your shirt, fingers digging into your flesh as he manhandled you towards the exit. “It’s been over a week since we last did it. You’re as desperate as I am.”

“Am I?”

“We should go upstairs. You know, to check.”

Inspecting your surroundings, right now seemed the best possible moment to leave. Everyone was deep in conversation, attention straying from the two of you.

“Okay. But let’s make this quick. Wouldn’t want to miss too much of the party.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m gonna be real fast.”

Jisung took you by the hand, leading you out of the kitchen and towards the staircase at the back of the room. You looked back at the group as Oohs and Get Its were thrown your way and gave your friends a thumbs up.

From that moment on, your mind was on Jisung.

You ran up the stairs behind him, and into the dim, unoccupied hallway. Once you had ensured you were on your own, you pulled Jisung back to finally kiss him.

His hands came to your hips on impact, keeping you steady against him as your mouth opened to let him in. Tongues intertwining and teeth clashing, he stepped forward, pushing you against the wall. Jisung didn’t take a breather, grinding himself against you and giving you no time to think. People could have come out of one of the rooms at any point, catching you. Not a hint of secrecy remained as the alcohol and your boyfriend’s tasted roamed your veins.

Soon enough, his mouth travelled down your jaw, tongue meeting the skin of your throat in a longing suck. He went all in, his hands running up your body until he met your breasts. The pressure against your throat provoked a throaty moan.

You hummed at his actions, feeling even more desperate for his full attention.

With your hands in his hair, you pulled him closer to your chest, his lips soon pressed against your cleavage. It reddened under his kisses and your breathing accellerate as he rubbed over your nipples. H knew your body better than you, strong arms keeping you in place as he handled you the way that always made you go crazy. Made you crave him.

“Baby—” you groaned into the air, head thrown back to grant him more access to your neck.

“Told you, you were as desperate as me.” The smugness in his voice remained uncommented as both his hands dipped under your bra. He pinched your nipples between his forefingers and thumbs and you ground yourself against him. A gush of wetness filled your panties as though they weren’t already soaked. It had been hours of him, controlling the vibrations inside you. “I bet you’re leaking out of your panties.” Jisung’s hand ran down your side until it reached the edge of your skirt. He felt below it, fingers dancing over your hot skin until his palm landed at your centre, cupping you. A groan left his lips. “Mhm, just like I said. You’re dripping.”

“Fine. You caught me,” you admitted with a sigh. “What are you gonna do about it, though?”

His face remained close as he turned the vibrations to the max, giving you no chance to prepare. Bending your knees at the rush of pleasure, you moaned into his mouth, pleading up at him. With his hand still cupping you, he could feel every contraction of your walls. Two of his fingers pushed the egg deeper into you. His palm against your clit further increased the electricity coursing through your veins.

“Did you say something?” Your mind blurred from the vibrations as mumbled pleas tumbled over your lips. Jisung smirked at your inability to form words, the toy slowing down after a while. “Didn’t think so.”

When he opened the door to the first bedroom he found, you followed him inside. Before he could even ask you to strip, you were already starting to undress. You were about to take your skirt off when Jisung stopped you with a request you couldn’t find it in you to deny.

“Leave it on.”

Of course, your insatiable, horny boyfriend would want to fuck you in a mini-skirt. You hadn’t worn anything that short in years. Add stockings and a cropped Rolling Stones shirt, and this would have come close to the outfit you had met him in.

Jisung removed his clothes, tight jeans requiring more attention as he struggled pushing them over his erection. After watching him take forever to rid himself of the confines, you decided to help him. Guiding his hands away from his crotch, you took over. A suggestive smile played on your lips as you held eye contact, dragging the pants over him and down his toned legs.

He expected you to lay back down once he was freed, letting him push you back into submission. Though, you had other plans at that moment.

Stripping your boyfriend of his briefs, his length looked too delicious to let the moment go by. So, you leaned in and took him into your mouth.

First, you concentrated on the head. You let the tip of your tongue dance over him before adding further lip action. After mere seconds, he was red and swollen, droplets of white crawling down the sides. He was twitching against your lips, head rolling back at the delightful dissatisfaction. Slow-paced ministrations were as arousing to him as they were frustrating, so you already expected his irritation.

Not a minute later, Jisung’s hands crept to the back of your head, attempting to guide you further down. In the current power position you found yourself in, you wouldn’t have any of that.

“Don’t move, baby. Let me take care of you.”

“’s not enough,” Jisung mumbled but complied, hands resting on your cheeks instead. “I need more.”

“I know. Just enjoy.”

You moved back to his head, sucking at him as your fingers dug into his thighs. They twitched against your touches, every other suck making him weak in the knees as they buckled.

Once Jisung started panting, you sped up, fitting more of him into your mouth. You could tell it became harder for him to hold back, hips bucking into your mouth on occasion. You didn’t stop him, enjoying his despair for the warmth and the lustful sight only you could provide him with. It made you feel powerful, the dominant side overtaking the logical one as you took him as deep as possible.

Gagging around him, a breathy “Fuck!” escaped him as he got oh so close to his orgasm. At some point, he must have taken the remote control out of his pocket. As he was nearing the edge, the vibrations increased, causing a moan to slip past your lips and around his length. He stifled an ecstatic scream with the back of his hand.

Your performance suffered for a mere second and Jisung took the opportunity to pull out. With new-found energy, he shoved you to lay on your back.

Typically, you held the more dominant position in bed. Sending your boyfriend to heaven by riding him like there was no tomorrow. All the more exciting was it when Jisung was so on edge he couldn’t stand your teasing. When he couldn’t wait to be inside you. That’s when he used his physical superiority to overpower you and have it his way.

You definitely had a soft spot for how he dominated you when he was particularly desperate.

With your back against the mattress and his arms on either side of your waist, there was no way for you to get up. Jisung used this advantage to connect his mouth to your breast, sucking at your nipple like you loved. Your eyes rolled back at the incredible sensitivity of each of his touches. After spending significant time at your chest—granting both sides the same amount of attention—he kissed his way further down. He flipped your skirt up and over your stomach, your underwear long stripped and you left exposed.

Desperate to get inside you, you expected him to remove the vibrator and replace it with himself. When he started kissing your thighs and stomach, you were surprised. Though you didn’t dare complain. Not when his lips burned your skin, threatening to leave lingering marks.

“So sweet.”

He didn’t mean for you to hear the whispered words against your core. The smile creeping onto your face turned to a loud moan as Jisung dove in. His lips found your clit, wrapping around it in a harsh hug. When he started sucking on you, the vibrations speeding up again, you believed you saw stars.

Your vision blurred, eyes moving to watch him, but you could barely make out shapes. Too overwhelming was his mouth on you, hips soon rolling against him to urge for more speed. A smirk against your flesh was followed by him repositioning your legs over his shoulders. It made him feel so much closer, your bodies basically becoming one. His mouth practically glued to your cunt.

At first, Jisung kept an agonising slow pace, eating you like he had all the time in the world. After a while, as your breathing sped up, so did your boyfriend’s mouth. For every count that your heartbeat accelerated, so did he. Licking a little preciser, sucking a little fiercer. All the while, he was grinding against the mattress, chasing his own release which was fast approaching. So much so you could tell from the humming against your core that sent shivers up your spine.

“Sungie—” you breathed out, hand coming to his hair to stop him. “Baby. Inside. Please.”

As he didn’t react at first, you thought he hadn’t heard you. You repeated your pleas, and finally, with a wall-tightening pull on your clit, he removed his lips from you. “I heard you the first time. Just couldn’t bring myself to stop yet.”

His words caused a breathy chuckle out of you as he took the vibrator out of you before kissing his way back up your body.

“You have protection?” you questioned as your fingers grazed his cheeks, heart eyes staring into your boyfriend’s.

“Always.” Connecting your lips in a soft kiss, Jisung got up for a few seconds to search his pants.

“Good thing we’re always prepared, huh?” You propped yourself up on your elbows as you watched your boyfriend take his wallet out of his pocket. All the talking about public sex and taking chances had unlocked some long overwritten memories, and you chuckled with an uncomfortable shiver. “At least now we are.”

The look on Jisung’s face faltered as he went through every compartment of his wallet. Once, twice, and then a third time. You could tell from his expression that something was wrong. “Actually, about that…”

“Don’t tell me you don’t have condoms.”

“It seems like I forgot to fill up my stock. Don’t you have one with you?” Jisung asked, searching for your clothes on the bedroom floor.

“Have you seen my outfit? I barely have enough room for my phone.”

“Oh, I have seen your outfit, alright.” A suggestive smirk followed his reply as he climbed back over your body. “That skirt is doing things to me I can’t possibly put into words.”

Kissing you with more passion, Jisung’s lips soon wandered down your neck again.

“I could pull out.”

The laugh coming through your lips as you tilted your neck for better access was much sarcastic. “Have you learned nothing from the past? We are not taking chances.”

“So, we’re supposed to not have sex instead? Have you learned nothing from the past 20 minutes? We need this.”

“You’re right,” you agreed, view roaming through the room. Jisung’s gaze said something along the lines of ‘You have a plan, right?’. And a plan you had. Rolling out from under your boyfriend, you crawled over to the nightstand. “What’s one thing every frat always has at hand?” You pulled open the upper drawer, feeling its content as a smile spread on your lips. “I knew it.”

With an overjoyed “Yes!”, Jisung grabbed the silver square from your hands, opening it with his teeth. “This screams for a celebration?”

“What did you have in mind?”

The ambiguous grin crossing your boyfriend’s face made you curious and aroused you simultaneously. From experience, you knew his ideas in this area never quite disappointed. Most of them added into your bedroom routine; adapted into your standard practices.

Jisung soon crawled back over your body, erection pressing against your entrance as he held the vibrator between his fingers. “Baby?”

“Ssh.” One of his fingers came to your mouth as he smiled at you, happy. “Just enjoy.”

When he slipped inside you, your walls instantly wrapped around him. Sculptured for his exact shape and size. Having him this close, hitting your spot as though he himself had placed it right at his tip, filled you with complete satisfaction. You could have remained in this position for hours. Being close to him. Warming him. Though soon enough, the calm inside you was forced to evacuate, the electrifying vibration of the pink egg meeting your clit.

You jumped at the feeling that was only enforced as Jisung started moving. Rapidly. Sending you to heaven within seconds as you crumbled around him. Nothing but his name escaped your lips, like a holy mantra.

It didn’t take either of you long to finish, both of you on edge from having waited over a week to be together like this. Which, quite frankly, rarely happened. And when the orgasm finally hit, toes curling and walls crashing, it sent him into his own high.

It took you minutes to come back down to earth.

“Damn.” You chuckled, agreeing, and your eyes met when you tilted your head to look up at him. You rested on his chest as it rose in unison with your breathing. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You kissed for a while, simply enjoying the intimacy before you pulled away to get up from the bed.

“You want to go back already?”

While you retrieved your clothes from the floor, your boyfriend still laid in bed, naked, propped up on his elbows. “What? You need more aftercare or something?”

“Nah. I thought you might. That was really intense just now.”

You pulled your top over your head, tugging it in your skirt before strutting towards him. With your fists planted on the mattress, you bowed over him, giving him a long, heated kiss. He bit your lip as you drew away, one of his hands coming to your jaw to keep you still.

“I need to pee.”

“Wow,” Jisung replied with a giggle, letting go of your face. “You’re nailing the dirty talk, baby.”

You blew a kiss at him as you walked to the door, leaving the room to find a bathroom.

A long hallway with a handful of doors on each side opened before you. The house was much more spacious than it appeared from the outside, fitting around a dozen people. And that was just the first floor. Any of these doors could lead to a bathroom but this was somewhat urgent. So, you opted for a rushed yet systematic approach.

You chose the door next to the one you had come out of, finding nothing but an empty bedroom. Much like the one your boyfriend was currently dressing in. The door after that was some form of storage unit, the only thing close to a toilet a bucket on the floor. If your search came up empty, you might revisit the idea.

One after another door led to more disappointment. Not until you opened the last door on the left side you found a room that wasn’t an unoccupied bedroom. It still was a bedroom—very much so—but it wasn’t even close to vacant.

The layout came into focus, illuminated by a ring light standing in the corner. As you further roamed the room, you spotted two bodies pressed together in the comfort of one of the two beds. You had no idea how you even got a close enough look to realise you knew one of the two people. It was likely your eyes, meeting for a second. That’s when you recognised his signature freckles, his face dropping as panic overshadowed.

“I’m sorry.” As fast as you had entered the room, you left it, eyes wide in confusion and surprise. It took you less than a few seconds to add two and two together.

Before you could think further about it, you got pulled out of your haze by none other than your boyfriend.

“Found a bathroom, baby?”

“Huh?” He tiptoed towards you and a grin spread on his features as he inspected a stinging hickey on your neck.

“Bathroom?”

“Oh, no. I didn’t find one.” You smiled as he pulled you closer, kissing the dark mark. “I’ll use the one downstairs.”

“Let’s get back then. Wouldn’t want to miss out on all the fun, right?” A wink followed his question which you didn’t have the mind to return properly. You couldn’t quite forget what you had seen, hands entangling with your boyfriend’s as you threw one last look back into the hallway.

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whiskersz · 2 months

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Fell free to ignore or delete, but a fic (or headcanons) of Adam falling in love at first sight and then just continuously flirting and trying different ways to get their attention?

Hey there! I decided to do HCs for this simply because I have 2 fanfics about Adam in the works already, hope that's okay :3

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Adam x Reader - Love at first Sight HCs

⋆ Adam isn’t really the type to fall in love at first sight; sure, he flirts with a large amount of people on a daily basis if he’s single at the moment, but it’s rare that someone catches his eye so much that he considers it love.

⋆ He’s tried to flirt with someone multiple times when he was interested in a one night stand with them, but never went past that after the loss of Eve and Lilith, even though it’s been a long time since then. He simply believes at the end of the day they would meet Lucifer sooner or later and fall for his charm as well, so he doesn’t bother looking for a serious relationship.

⋆ When he sees you for the first time though, he’s completely stunned. He confides to Lute that he needs to get you to like him back, even though you’ve barely talked to each other. Your beauty and charm are unprecedented, and for the first time in eons he worries about leaving a good first impression too.

And so it begins, the process called flirting;

⋆ Luckily for him, one of his band members actually knows you by name, and is aware of the places that you usually frequent in your free time. How they do, he doesn’t even bother to ask; he’s immediately off to coming up with ways to ‘accidentally’ end up in the same place at the same time and flirt with you.

⋆ Adam can be obnoxious; he’ll definitely try flirting by talking about himself and bragging at first, all whilst invading your personal space, because why not, am I right? Usually this works with other people, as most of them are charmed by the fact that they’re talking to the first man alone, but this doesn’t seem to be the right tactic when it comes to you.

⋆ Next comes the ‘asking for help to Lute’, except she’s not a romantic person herself, so even this plan doesn’t end well. She suggests pick up lines because that’s how other people used to and still flirt with her, he’s not entirely convinced but he gives them a try. “Did it hurt? When you fell from- wait, fuck, that’s not... ah, whatever!”

⋆ And finally, his buddies advise him to just be himself, which doesn’t only mean boasting and making distasteful jokes around you. He personally invites you to one of his gigs, and his band members agree to leave the two of you alone afterwards, reminding him to try and not mess up by calling you a ‘bitch’ or something akin to that on your first actual date.

⋆ He resorts to pet names instead, and taking into consideration the advice that his friends gave him prior to the date he even lets you order first if you go out to eat, and asks you where you want to go afterwards – wow! Usually he’d take you to some cheap stand where they make smoothies and such, but you decide on a more secluded place, where you tell him that you’ve been noticing the fact that he’s been trying to flirt with you a lot lately.

⋆ It’s hard for him to fully open up emotionally, especially with someone he barely knows, so all he does is tell you that yeah, you look very attractive and he’d like to go out with you more frequently, seeing as you don’t seem to be as vain and boring as the other people he’s flirted with in the past.

Whether you accept or not, is up to you!

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tearskillstardust · 4 months

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🦅 UNREQUITED VENGEANCE ... childe

— summary; childhood fun never lasts long, certainly neither should childhood rivalry. why then, is childe so intent on breaking your resolve?

— !! tw: themes of— yandere behaviour, non-con [rape], the setting is in a car, possessiveness, reader feels hopeless.

— fem!reader. don't like it? don't read.

There was always a pleasant prospect of Friday evenings spent in solitude in your eyes— away from the loud and bashful environment that usually envelopes the coming weekends, simply choosing to work or engage in a hobby— though the aforementioned was only a petty excuse for watching television the whole day.

Well, it's the solitude that matters.

But when Keqing was suddenly dating one of the boys from the football team, and he had apparently invited her to the match, she needed you to come with her. There was no other option in her eyes, and even though you could fully tell Yoimiya to go, there was no resisting when you were already all dressed up and pushed out of your shared apartment; a quick grin flashed in your way and the door shut in your face.

Football games were just the last thing on your mind. Three years of being a student at this university and you’d never come to a single game. It just wasn’t something you were interested in, especially when the star player was no other than Childe, your lifelong enemy.

The disdain you felt for him was inexplicable. Ever since the sandbox, you just never got along. Your family’s never understood the mutual reproach you had for each other and after a couple of dangerously unsuccessful attempts at a reconciliation throughout the years that almost ended with one or both of you in the hospital, they just accepted that you two didn’t like each other.

You two had nothing in common, and it showed in the passionate hate you shared for each other. The only thing that changed in these sentiments throughout the years was that he gradually stopped picking on you, and the hatred began seeming more one-sided than anything. The burn you felt in your chest, the darkening of your eyes when set on him was always real—but so was his ignorant and dismissive gaze as he walked on, surrounded by at least five of his friends. Or followers. It never made a difference because there wasn't any in the first place.

But it was still pleasant, his lack of care that is. You two had grown up tremendously, and the fact that he stopped going out of his way to cause trouble was more a pleasing prospect for you than him, and as a silent encouragement, you began actively going out of your way to avoid him.

So tonight was just torture—like the world's way of telling you to go fuck yourself.

And you were more than certain of what you were to do after this long-stretching affair—go home, strip yourself of the heavy layers and relax, far from the hustle and bustle of the stadium. While your closest friend's wishes were always worth fulfilling, they did not seem so worthwhile when the girls' loud cheers irked your ears as Childe scored the winning touchdown. It was not worth the hollering when his team hoisted him into the air in celebration. That, or you just did not like to see him happy at times you felt borderline miserable.

So after three hours, when the sun has hidden on the horizon and you two are done with the mandatory socializing with some familiar faces, you two turn to your own ways, with Keqing enjoying herself with her partner as she waved from a distance. Having a lover was a demanding affair, and you could not give the very thing a lover would desire most—yourself. The whole idea of giving yourself over to someone, literally or metaphorically, was frightening to you, and there was nothing worse than being crushed under somebody else's control; you did not trust anyone except yourself to do you justice.

And so contented and pleased about finally getting to leave, you began searching for your car. You had certainly not been the first person to come, and these matches were so popular throughout the whole city that at least half the college students were crowding the place, leaving no space in the parking lot.

'Hey, wait up,' A familiar voice appeals to you, the nature of which immediately repulses you. From your periphery, you quickly catch the familiar pair of sneakers and it confirms your suspicion. You do not wait to listen or speak.

When you keep walking, he frowns slightly. 'You listening?'

You shot him an annoyed side-eye. 'Who the fuck names their child listening?'

He smiles, 'Glad to know you aren't deaf,'

You turn away again, eager to find your car and leave. 'I wanted to talk to you,'

'We have nothing to speak of.'

He shoves his hands into his pockets and you notice he has changed out of his fits, into the usual black and orange he adopts as his style. 'I'll keep following you until you listen,'

And he does.

He does until you spot the metallic grey shade amidst many others and swiftly open your purse, taking out your keys with great effort as you forcefully shoved the earphones away, pissed off at his looming presence right behind.

He scoffs. 'How wise of you to indulge in the contents of your purse, ignorant entirely of the setting. High chances of you getting pulled into a corner if you ask me.' By someone who isn't me, anyway.

And ever correct in his deductions, you are faced with deafening silence and pitch-black surroundings as soon as you turn, not missing the way his lips twitch upwards in amusement. But they systematically curve again into their natural way, and his mirth chooses to nestle in his dancing eyes.

You hiss, 'What do you even want.'

He grins. 'To talk to you.'

You roll your eyes, ever sarcastic. 'I dislike your entire existence, honey bun. We have nothing to talk about,'

Ignoring your baulking, he continued, 'I couldn’t help but notice your resting bitch face while watching the game.'

Your voice was dripping with the bitter taste of irony, 'Wow, a stadium full of girls and you noticed me? I could almost faint.'

He snickered. 'You’re funny.'

Something is definitely up, you couldn’t help but assume. This was the longest conversation you’d ever had with him.

He crept closer, asking, 'Did you like the game?'

'My resting bitch face doesn’t speak volumes?'

'Oh, it certainly does,' He said with a chuckle. 'But I wanted to hear it from your mouth.'

You ended up scrutinizing him under your judgemental gaze, features twisted into obvious suspicion as you leaned against the car, arms folded. 'If you want appreciation that badly, why not go find one of your screaming fangirls? I'm certain they have much more intersting things to speak about perhaps you'd even get your hands on a few of them. A blowjob or two if it's your thing,'

He laughed, equally bemused, features relaxed. 'Jealous much?', and his lips tugged into that usual smirk, and your gaze faltered for a moment when he did that. There was no denying his beauty—ethereal and enchanting, though they would have been much more of a pleasure to stare at if they weren't always twisted in a frown or tinged with mischief.

You sighed, pitying the naive boy for his innocence, or stupidity. 'Honey, please... I just think it's so dramatic to bleed my ears out because Ajax flipped his hair that way or because he dirtied his pants. Woo fucking hoo! Wonder what shit he'll pull next?'

'Sports is an art form. You wouldn’t get it…'

You cut him off with a wince, 'Oh, god.'

He took that in stride, changing the topic, 'Have any plans for tonight?'

You spat, 'Why do you care?'

He shrugged his shoulders, almost like he was absolutely clueless. 'Just curious.'

'Even if I do,' you started, exasperated. You had plans with your bed if the sleepy haze in your eyes said nothing. 'That’s none of your business because I hate you and you hate me. Remember?'

'You hate me,' He corrected, stepping so close he was now directly in front of you. 'I let that go in high school.'

You were quick to retort, 'Right, after you found out what a vagina was.'

Childe finally started to break, nearly closing the gap between your bodies. 'You’re so mouthy, you know that?'

You swallowed, damping your throat. He towered over you a little. Never in a million years did you want to show him any fear, though you weren’t certain of what was going on. 'What are you doing?'

He ignored you, again. 'Holding onto resentment from when we were fucking kids just because you want to be a stubborn little bitch. Do you even know why you hate me?'

You blinked, not understanding where the conversation was going.

'I heard you fucked Scaramouche. And Xiao. Oh, and Heizou too.' His hand planted itself on your waist, the other trailing slowly from the side of your chest down to the waist, his hand hot against your skin.

You hissed at him, affronted, trying to pry his hands away in fail, 'That's none of your business.'

He snorted as though this was the funniest thing you had said to him in these 5 minutes, hell, years even. 'It's the football team, love. It's everyone's damn business. Word passes around quick amongst us. Clearly, so do you.'

Your frown deepened as you tugged against his hand harshly and gritted your teeth. 'Shut up.'

He hissed, as though it burnt. 'Get in the car.'

You could not believe your ears, your eyes widening. 'What?'

But you did not have a second chance when he suddenly unlocked the door and pushed you inside, irritated to the core, and you hissed loudly, the whole world spinning at the thunderous impact of hitting your head harshly against the door of the car. He quickly climbed over you, locking the door behind himself and you didn't even have a chance to process what was happening when he snatched your purse and threw it unceremoniously somewhere in the front.

Now, you were officially beginning to panic. You never thought he would go this far. Fear seeped into your bloodstream as your self-preservation instincts kicked in, and you swung your legs, successfully kicking him in the groin.

You tried to pry open the door on your end while he grimaced in pain, but you were too slow, and he dragged you back towards him by your pants' leg and held tightly onto them. He went to unbutton them, grumbling, 'God, I can’t fucking stand you.'

You tried flailing, pushing your legs but he held on tightly to them, pinning you to the seat. 'Childe stop! I said stop! I'll tell your parents!'

He scoffed, as though you couldn't have been more a dimwit. 'Don't tell me you actually think my parents will believe you over me.' He said before mocking, 'You hate me and I hate you, remember?'

'I'll tell mine then!'

He laughed, 'Poor darling, don't you realize all that will do is start a family feud? Is that really what you want?'

You frowned, it was like he had planned everything.

He wholeheartedly intended to make you submit as he barked loudly at you, 'Answer me, bitch.'

'Fuck you.'

He seethed at the response, and quickly took out the keys from your pants' pocket, hitting you across the nose with the barbed structure of its lower end as you hissed in pain.

'I said, answer me.'

'And I said, fuck you!'

He repeated the action, this time harder than before and you felt your skin searing where he repeated that action. Your hands flew to your nose bridge, only to find that it had been slashed in the middle and blood was slowly budding in the gaps. Feeling the oncoming threat of tears, you quickly fought the urge, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing you hurt—not more than a wet glimmer in your eyes.

'Well?'

You nodded slowly, not sure what the psychopath would do if triggered.

'Say it, I'm not afraid to bruise that lip either. Might have to ask daddy to buy you a new face.'

'Yes,'

He smiled, glad at the obedience. 'Not so hard, was it?'

You hissed, muttering under your breath, 'It was.'

He laughs at the attitude, hands reaching out for your panties, humming at the black shade. 'You dress like a slut, too.'

You quickly shook your head, hands reaching out to tangle with his as you tried pushing his hands away from going any further, getting teary-eyed. 'Childe, stop, please! Let me go and I'll tell no one about this!'

He smiled, amusement dancing in his eyes. 'Cute. Not really tempting, but cute.'

And then, before you could process it, he had already tossed your panties somewhere to the side and pressed his cold hands down on the warm skin of your hips, pinning you down to stop you from squirming. You could barely stop yourself from breaking when his hand fell lower, the impact of it leaving you shuddering.

It was so hard to suck that vicious breath in when his fingers moved slowly inside, curling quietly as he watched every reaction with a sadistic smile. His thumb made quick work of your bud, and you had to stop yourself from giving him the satisfaction of seeing you break. His hands worked quick but you could feel the numbness of his words when he spoke, sounding distant and far away.

'I'll never tell them about this,' He says, and you automatically assume he is speaking about the football team. 'Never in a million years. Nobody deserves to know. You're only mine. Mine to use.'

Knowing that his teammates had obviously bragged about it in front of others made it so hard to stop the onslaught of tears. You felt violated in so many ways, but you were unwilling to succumb to the pain, holding on.

'I will never be yours,' you breathe, gaining a harsh glare, and empty ocean eyes pinned at you from whatever you could make out in the haze.

He suddenly slapped your core, making you hiss in pain as you barely avoided any embarrassing gesture. 'Yes, you are. I fucking own you right now. You’re going to do whatever I want. My fucking bitch.'

Before you could even get any spiteful words out of your mouth, he slipped a hand up your shirt and pinched his fingers around your nipples, making you holler a sharp cry. You didn’t understand why he was acting so mean all of a sudden, though you guessed he’d just gotten better at repressing his reproach for you and stifling the need to inflict torment on you.

Never in your life had you ever felt so helpless before. Childe was trying to break your resolve and you couldn’t let him, but with every blow to your willpower, he was getting closer and closer to winning. For a second, it occurred to you that that was all this ever was, and all he ever cared about. Being able to say that you lost and he won.

And it was so, so hard to believe that for a moment, he had you convinced that he was not so pathetic anymore.

But this—his cold hands on you; mouth on your neck, your lips, your shoulders, his lips everywhere and his cold disregard of the walls you had built from dust every time yet another boy hurt you— this was so much worse, not even comparable, to just pushing you off the swings or bumping against your shoulder in hallways.

And suddenly you bit harshly down on your hands, feeling him reach knuckle-deep, unable to pull away from his brutal debauchery. You didn't want to appear weak, but you could barely contain your tears when he curled his fingers just right and you came—watching him smile in victory at the way you shook and shuddered. You were certain he would have taken a picture, or a video even, but he wasn't so stupid to ever leave a clue, and you could only wince while he smiled gleefully.

Half dizzy you held tightly onto the seat, feeling him pull your panties off completely, and then the fear struck you in full measure—

'Wait, Childe, please', you said, immediately moving away with his hands distracted as they played with the hem of the black cloth. 'Don't do this I beg you—'

He laughed at that, finding your words funny. 'Do what, darling? You don't deserve me, much less my cock. I won't even touch you.'

His fingers then came to prod against your lips as he held you by your hair— 'Suck it off.'

You would have argued, any other time or occasion. But not now, swallowing your pride you opened your mouth slowly as he shoved your fingers in and you already regretted your decision, tasting defeat and humiliation at the tip of your tongue. He took great fun in watching you lick and swallow before harshly lifting you off by your hair to make you sit up, gaining a pained yelp from you.

He pushed you down, moving back. 'Lick it off the seat, it looks dirty now, doesn't it love?'

If sucking his fingers wasn't enough he now made you do this. Trying your best not to cry you bent down at his command, tongue swirling against the leather, trying not to gag at your own release.

Done, you slowly lifted yourself up, feeling dizzy. He smirked at the wet seat, dewy with your saliva before bringing himself close to your ear, laughing when you flinched back. 'Watch out.'

And he stepped out then, after clicking open the door to the car, seeing around once to ensure the place was devoid of people.

'Oh, and,' he said, dangling your panties in your face before shoving them in his pocket, 'I'll take these as my trophy and treat.'

The door to the car was slammed back in your face as you sat there in the back seat, wondering if it would have been better if you remained quiet with your hatred, or even been loud with your detest for the game that led you to this.

Not that it mattered anymore, you thought again, lifting your gaze to stare at the sprawled purse and items across the front seat as you pulled your sweater back down, trying not to let the emptiness overwhelm you. You didn't want to cry anymore, they never did you any good anyway.

Laughing you wiped your tears with the sleeve of your shirt, fury in your eyes.

Perhaps somebody else had to watch out now.

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The Hare - Remastered

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“So, why do you think you’re ready to be a big girl again?” I asked.

Most of the program’s subjects blushed at that question, and paused for some time before trying to muster up a response. But Bunnie? She didn’t hesitate for a second, turning and lifting her skirt before I had even finished talking.

“See this?” she began to ramble, “This is my paw patrol pull ups! I got ‘em ‘cause Nanny said I was ready to start using the potty, even though all the other girls are still in diapies. She said she was super duper proud of me, ‘cause I only got degressed a month ago and I’m already in training pants!

“See, they’re super cute and have puppies and they’re pink and pink is my favorite color, and- and they’re called training pants ‘cause they’re basically like big girl panties ‘cept they can keep me dry even if I have a accident but I almost never have accidents ‘cause I’m really really good at knowing when I hafta go potty. Like, you know how many accidents I had today?”

I would have guessed, but she was back at it before I could get a word in.

“One!” she boasted, proudly holding up a finger, “and that time I woulda made it if I’d just told Nanny sooner but she wasn’t around so I had to hold it but that’s like really hard so I couldn’t make it. But, like, only one accident the whole day!

“And, like, Della, who’s been here as long as me, she prolly had like-” Bunnie struggled for a moment to count to herself, though she abandoned the exercise quickly, “a gajillion accidents today. I even had to tell Nanny on her ‘cause her diapie was messy and she couldn’t even tell ‘cause she’s such a dumb little diaper baby!” she grinned, ignoring an audible “Hey!” from the other room.

“I know Nanny says I’m not ‘sposed to brag, but I’m pretty sure I’m like a super genius, and I’m prolly gonna be going to school and learning to read and stuff while all the other girls here are still dumb drooly diaper babies, so I’m definitely ready to be a big girl again ‘cause I’m basically a big girl already!”

With that, Bunnie let down her skirt, placed her hands on her hips, and gave a self-satisfied “Hmph!” as she turned up her nose.

It’s such a shame, really. The way she worked through the regression did indeed show a rare talent. Sadly, Nanny Jan and I both agreed that her manners and emotional maturity simply weren’t acceptable, and that, not only would it be wrong for us to let her graduate from the program, but it would be best for her to start all over once again.

Since then, all the other girls in her class completed their course at the nursery, graduating back to being fully functioning, improved adults, even if they do still have a few lingering accidents from time to time. It was quite remarkable to see them work together to get back through their potty training, supporting and encouraging each other the way their old classmate had failed to.

And Bunnie? Well, she’s been progressing much slower this time around. She’s struggling to walk upright, yet to properly utter a word, and unable to tell when she needs her diaper changed. It’s a tad disappointing, but you know what they say - slow and steady wins the race.

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yk I don't fully understand why people always say "listen to real queer artists instead of acting like Taylor is one" which is all in all just a not so good take bc you are instantly diminishing all the work Taylor has done to queercode her music, to add tiny bits of queer history into her lyrics and visuals to show us that she is queer. completely diminishing the fact that I, and most likely many others, learned about things that have no real place in todays modern world because of its "openness". (I can't be the only one who had no clue what a hairpin drop is before she sang about it)

but that's not the point I'm trying to make right now. the point I'm trying to illustrate is that most queer artists, are still small artists. they are individuals that rarely ever get played on the radio, and when they do it's one song that went viral on tiktok or whatever so it had gained enough streams online or enough sales ig so that the radio stations decided they'll play it.

I'm not saying don't support small queer artists, artists that (looking at our world right now) will never become mainstream because they are queer and they are writing explicitly queer songs.

and this goes past small artists. if we look at artists that came out after they had already been established, you can see a clear dent in their popularity.

Sam Smith was a big deal, even when they identified as a gay man, they were socially accepted. Their songs were played up and down, they were in the charts with every new album they dropped. but then they came out as non-binary and made an even more explicitly queer album and suddenly people acted like it was the devil's work.

Lil'nas'x had a break through with old town road, at that point most people didn't know he was gay. Then he dropped Montero as an explicitly queer man, stating his sexuality with an admirable amount of pride. But the only people that celebrated him, were queer people, and not even all of them.

Then we look at artists that have been in the game for longer. Look at Miley Cyrus, or Demi Lovato or hell, even Jojo Siva. All of them are constantly mislabeled by people or just straight up get their queerness ignored (especially Miley). They are also constantly being ridiculed, no matter if what they did was a bad thing or not. People always find things to hate.

So, my question is, why? Why do I have to want to need Taylor to come out just so you understand that her music is just as queer as her? Because we see very clearly what homophobia and worse so the blatant transphobia does to people in the industry.

There is no mistake that Taylor will have a dent in her popularity when it comes to most of her fanbase if she ever comes out, simply because these people are homophobic as hell. And we all know it, we see it every day in our inboxes, in comment sections, in posts that get mistagged on purpose. And you'd be a fool to think she doesn't see it. Because if she didn't, she'd just fool herself.

In conclusion, do listen to queer artists, elevate their voices, but don't forget about how many people are still residing in the closet because they fear it's gonna be the end of their career. closeted queers are still queer!

#gaylor #kaylor #taylor swift #didn't mean to write that much lol #idk if this even makes sense to anyone but me

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So I heard it’s Mother’s Day in the US, so in honour of that, here’s a very late and mildly unhinged analysis of what roles in the family the Sides claim in the 5th Anniversary video

Patton - “I’m the dad”

In the ‘traditional nuclear family’ (ew) the father is typically seen as the head of the household, the breadwinner, the one with authority. This reflects how Patton has always had a position of authority among the core sides, with Thomas often putting his say first and relying very heavily on his opinion. However, much like how the idea of the father being the head of the household is outdated and problematic, so is the position of authority Patton is put in, which we’ve already begun to see. It’s time Thomas puts less pressure on Patton. Maybe even go to the ‘other half’ of the couple…

Logan - “Why am I the mom? What gender roles are we pushing here?”

Most notably, he is the only one who does not choose his role in the family. Patton is the one to assign Logan the role of mom, while Logan’s own feelings and thoughts on the matter are ignored. This reflects the issues he’s been dealing with throughout recent episodes, being ignored and overlooked. The fact he is in the mom role furthers this, with again, in the ‘traditional nuclear family’ (ew) the mother’s work and suffering often being overlooked, because she is simply doing ‘what is expected’ of her.

Roman - “I’m the son, the hotshot, who’s only dream… is to be a star”

Being “the son” of among the ‘Light’ sides potentially links to Roman’s feelings of inferiority, believing he has less power in Thomas’ life compared to Patton and Logan - not surprising after POF. And his sad tone when talking about his dreams links to his feelings of being failure, both with the whole callback debacle and Thomas literally becoming a star, and just generally in his desire to be seen as Thomas’ hero.

Virgil - “I know you think I’m the son, but I’m not. I’ll be the gay emo cousin.”

Virgil immediately starts by separating himself from the rest of the core four, placing himself outside of the immediate family. This links to both his current strain against Patton, but also his insecurities after revealing himself as having once been a ‘Dark Side’. He no longer feels like he belongs with the ‘Light’ Sides, as was affirmed in the first episode of season 2. Rather, he puts himself in the immediate family of the other ‘Dark Sides’.

Remus - “I feel like I’m a fresh out of jail uncle.”

“Fresh out jail” equals new to the group. No one knows much about him or what exactly his deal is, since he hasn’t been around long. However, what they do know is he’s come from “jail” - aka, was repressed for being bad creativity. Therefore, they instantly have a negative bias against him and assume the worst.

Janus - “And I’m the sassy aunt. Who talks shit about everyone…”

Despite being ‘accepted’ by Thomas and opening up about his name at the end of POF, he still positions himself with the ‘Dark Sides’ and not the ‘Light’ ones. This could mean two things:

1) He has still not fully been accepted by Thomas,

Or 2) He doesn’t personally see himself as ‘with them’. Whether because he knows full well the ‘Light and Dark’ dichotomy is meaningless, or because he doesn’t trust them back, or because not all of the ‘Light’ sides accept him yet, we don’t know.

Him “talking shit about everyone” is also notable. He is the one who can see the problems among the core four, viewing them from the outside. He knows their weaknesses, struggles and issues - and he is going to make them apparent, so that they and Thomas can finally deal with them.

Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides analysis #sanders sides theory

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mswyrr · 6 months

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lucy gray baird's philosophy

I want to "yes, and" this great meta post by @burst-of-iridescent. Specifically this part:

by the end of the book, coriolanus gives in fully to dr gaul’s way of thinking simply because it excuses him from accepting blame for his actions. if he killed sejanus, it’s because he had no choice. if he betrayed lucy gray, it’s because she would’ve betrayed him first. coriolanus refuses to believe in the goodness of humanity because that would have meant accepting the goodness that existed within him, and with that came the potential for making a different, better choice - potential that he knew, deep down, he had wasted. attributing his crimes to an innate evil that no one can overcome means that he can’t be held accountable, because it’s out of his control.

This got me thinking about how much Lucy Gray's worldview rejects of this way of thinking (and of a Calvinist*/ableist "some people are just born evil" pov people try to impose on the text, which people think is condemning him but actually... accidentally agrees with him that he was born evil and therefore can't help it??????). The book begins with several quotes chosen by the author, but I believe the one that represents Lucy Gray's worldview is Rousseau, who believed people were born with fundamental goodness.

Here's a source on him:

(Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy)

And here's the quote Collins opens with:

“Man is born free; and everywhere he is in chains.” — Jean-Jacques Rousseau, The Social Contract, 1762

That's Lucy Gray's pov she's come to through living and reflecting as an artist; someone can disagree with it (of course, all of these questions are open for endless debate; they have been debated endlessly!) however, it's important to respect that is where she's coming from, not being foolish or naive. It is a worthy pov that should be respected, even if you disagree. And that she came to this pov through a hard life and from much thinking and she expresses it beautifully in her art.

Here's the key exchange from the book, after Coriolanus has taken on the idea that people are just awful and her articulating her philosophy in response:

(Ballad, 495)

She's not naive. She recognizes the nuance that Rousseau does, that society shapes us. And Panem is pretty clearly a society led by people applying all the pressures they can think of on people toward evil. (And, after his heel turn, Coriolanus' is going to innovate some new pressures...) Clearly there are situations and circumstances that form us before we have much say in it, but that's not the same as being born evil.

The difference between inherent goodness and a corrupt society is, for Lucy Gray, a lot of hard work. It's a struggle. This repudiates both the version of "born evil" Coriolanus himself takes on, which relieves him of responsibility, and the self-righteous, Calvinist and/or ableist pov people keep arguing for, which makes "normal" people feel like they can be sure they're good (and ignore how we are all complicit in evil to some degree or another) because they have a "good" normal brain or they were just born so pure as a soul predestined for heaven. No, for her, everyone has to do the work. To her it's everyone's "life's challenge to try and stay on the right side of that line."

Even more pointedly, the love song she wrote him before his betrayal, "Pure as the Driven Snow," articulates her philosophy in the opening lines:

(Ballad, 481)

Again, we have her personal focus on the work of "staying on the right side" of good and evil after being born good into evil circumstances. She knows it hurts; she's led a hard life herself. "It's rough as a bair" to do that work, it's "like walkin' through fire." But it is doable.

Lucy Gray meant it as a love song but IMO "Pure as the Driven Snow" ends up a lament for the boy Coriolanus was and her love that he betrayed when he betrayed himself. And it is a direct rejection of his excuses, it is inadvertently reading him for filth for the lies he tells himself that all the world is the Games arena, all people are selfish and bad, and he isn't to blame for what he's done because he just wants to come out on top/be the victor of this "natural" "war of all against all" that is Gaul's philosophy (related to the Hobbes quote Collins begins with; I wrote a meta on that here) that he adopts.

I see her demeaned as a foolish girl who just "like bad boys" and I get so frustrated. I also get frustrated by the view that she must not have ever been sincere in loving or trusting him because IF SHE WAS then she would be a fool and his betrayal would somehow be her fault. And she'd reject the idea that she's "good" just because she's so pure or that anyone can claim we're good without doing a lot of hard work.

(Ballad, 482)

She is so thoughtful and interesting as a character. And she didn't just "like bad boys" - Coriolanus showed only his good side to her until the very end, once he'd decided to kill that part of himself. She had no way of knowing. Sometimes you trust someone and they betray you, it doesn't make you wrong, the shame is all theirs.

*Strict Calvinist predestination is some people are just predetermined to be bound for heaven and some for hell, some people are just born good and others are born bad. A lot of people in fandom seem to love Calvinism idk why. The ableism bit of this should be self-evident: there is no such thing as a "bad" brain type completely incapable of morality or a "good" brain and neurodivergence is not the source of all evil!

#lucy gray baird #thg meta #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #disagree with her if you want - but respect that her pov is philosophically sound and insightful #and i prefer the reading of the text where she's right and gaul and post heel turn coriolanus are wrong...#he could have kept trying to be good and loving for that girl #people dismissing her or being like 'she was constantly lying like a GIRLBOSS' is just so annoying - she's great as herself thank you #reject the idea that women are to blame for bad things people do #reject the idea that women are to blame for loving #that it must have been her fault somehow

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m3r1m4r5u333 · 13 days

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I saw someone posting about not even being mad about Eddie's cheating storyline because Eddie isn't WELL, he is lost in his grief (would link the post but I lost it, thanks ADHD brain).

I totally agree. Eddie not only lost her, she also died very tragically, suddenly, right in front of his eyes.

People keep saying he should have already moved on from her...

I feel like this fandom doesn't get how overwhelming and destroying grief can be. It has no timeline.

I once knew someone who lost her husband like this, in an accident, out of the blue.

I was a child back then when I met this widow, and she was already an old lady, but what struck me about meeting her, really made me go "woah, I never knew how deep, and devastating, and long-lasting grief can be"..?

Was this:

The accident had taken place 20 years ago when I met her. I never even met her husband. Yet, despite it having been 20 years, she still would occasionally slip into talking about her husband in the present tense. Like she kept forgetting that he was dead. She wasn't crying, or unable to run her household, nothing like that.

She just kept slipping between talking about him in the past and present tense.

Like in her reality her husband had never really died.

At first I thought, what is this, is this memory loss, some symptom of disease? I looked at my parents, my mom met my eyes and just subtly shook her head at me, like "don't react, just ignore it, we'll talk later".

We did talk later. What I learned was...

This was nothing new. This widow I'd met, she had been like this from the very start. She just shattered, the moment she learned of her husband's death. Never was able to fully accept that her husband really was gone, and not coming back.

The news had simply broken something in her, it seemed like she kept slipping between two realities.

One where she realised and understood and accepted that her husband was gone.

And another reality, stuck in the past...

A daydream world built out of memories with no pain. A reality where he was just somewhere, for a little while, and about to return home any moment, unhurt.

Grief doesn't accept schedules. It breaks people. Some get up sooner, move on faster. Others need more time. And some... Never really find their feet again.

Eddie, losing Shannon, seeing her die?!

He knew her since they were teenagers, she was his first everything. She was his friend, crush, girlfriend, wife, the mother of his child. She died young, suddenly, and he even saw her die. That's seriously traumatizing.

No wonder he is still lost and broken. He hasn't even had time to process all of this really: being a dad, working full time. Those things have kept him busy. He just fakes having moved on.

As the show hinted...

All of her stuff is still in boxes. Untouched, unpacked.

#eddie díaz #eddie diaz #abc 911 #shannon diaz #christopher diaz #911 on abc #tv: 911 #911 abc

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Find my way back to you pt 6

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Pairing: Sam Carpenter x Fem!OC

Summary: Estelle convinces Dewey to help them.

Warnings: punching, cursing, Richie being an annoying bitch.

notes: how are we liking this so far? sorry it took me forever to post, i haven’t been motivated to write. i’m trying to finish a request but i don’t wanna make any promises that it’ll be out any time soon!

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being in the car with an ex and her new boyfriend was never how Estelle imagined she’d be spending her day. she never really thought she’d ever seen even see Sam again, let alone have to meet her new weird boyfriend. seriously, Sam could do way better than him.

Estelle had always been possessive, just as much as Sam had been when they were younger and that feeling had risen up during the twenty minute car ride. she wanted to ignore it, wanted to throw it up and never have to feel it again but that wasn’t how it worked. she hated it, hated being on the sidelines and hated seeing Sam be with someone else. she wanted Sam to look at her, wanted Sam to kiss her, to love her, to hold her hand and not his, to tell her she needed her and not him. she wanted to be the person Sam went to when she needed to talk, the person Sam trusted with everything.

but she wasn’t and she’d never be that again. she had to accept that, had to realize that Sam being back didn’t mean anything. how could she though? how could she when all she ever wanted was to be in her arms again, to kiss her lips and to hear those three words from her and only her.

it wasn’t fair.

the car came to a stop, the engine was silenced and the raven girl took the key out of the ignition. all three of them took their seatbelts off and Richie had been the first to open the door and get out of the car, the two girls in front didn’t. “i can’t promise he’ll help us” she said looking at Sam.

the ex shrugged, “it doesn’t hurt to try” she said simply and followed her boyfriends actions in getting out and closing the door behind her. Estelle swallowed dryly, taking a deep breath and doing the same.

the couple followed Estelle up the steps, Dewey’s truck was parked out front meaning he was home. although that wasn’t much of a surprise, Estelle had seen first hand how much the divorce with Gale affected him and the only person the man really talked to was Judy. Estelle let out a breath when they reached the door, she knew he wouldn’t be keen on helping them and truthfully she was fully expecting him to say no, the idea alone was driven off pure hope more than anything else.

the girl brought her fist up to the door and knocked twice, immediately after she heard the man’s voice. “go away!”

she looked at Sam who was looking at the door as she spoke, “sorry to bother you, Mr. Riley. we just want to ask you a few questions”

“i don’t do interviews” they heard the man say through the door. Estelle chuckled softly.

“we’re not looking for an interview.” Sam said hoping that would be enough for him to finally open up. footsteps echoed and his face was looking at her through the glass on the door.

“give me one good reason why i should talk to you”

“im Billy Loomis’s daughter” Sam said making Estelle’s eyes snap toward her. why would she say that? that would just encourage him to be more hostile, the exact opposite of what they were hoping for. the locks on the door were being twisted which the three young adults could hear from the outside before the door swung open to reveal Dewey.

his eyes immediately landed on Estelle who was sporting a hopeful smile. “Estelle?” he asked surprised. Richie looked between them, obviously confused on what level they knew each other. had that not been obvious before?

“hey Dewey” she smiled “we kinda need your help here” she said hoping she could be the one to win him over. there a million thoughts swirling behind Dewey’s eyes and she understood why. this couldn’t be easy, especially not when Sam decided to expose her father was.

“she’s Billy’s daughter” he said motioning toward Sam.

“my name is Samantha Carpenter.” the brunette said hoping he would rule out the first thing she said and that it wouldn’t be the only thing he could see in her. that wasn’t who she was.

Dewey’s eyes snapped toward Estelle when he heard the name. he cocked a brow at her whilst she tried to smile through the fear of having how he knew her name exposed in front of the couple. Judy had partnered the two up when Estelle was just starting, she hoped Dewey could be girls mentor which meant they spent most of their time together. that resulted in them telling each other a lot of thing that had to do with their private life and Sams name came up quite a lot. Estelle had heard all about Gale too.

“come on, Riley. her sister was attacked two days ago and she was attacked yesterday at the hospital.” she said adding to her already very transparent desperation. she needed him, she didn’t know anyone else that could help with it.

Sam glanced at Estelle and then turned to face Dewey, “i’m just trying to protect my family” she added, desperate to say anything at all to convince him to help them.

he sighed, “fine. for you” he said looking at Estelle who shot him a grateful smile. “come in” he said moving his body aside so the three young adults could come inside.

Estelle’s ears perked at the voice coming from the television, she glanced at Dewey who was reaching for the controller to turn it off. she always wondered why the two never got back together, he seemed to really love her and although Estelle had never met Gale she figured having someone love you so much would be more than enough for her to love him back. maybe that didn’t work for everyone.

“Gale Weathers,” Richie pointed out, “weren’t you two, um..”

“yeah” Dewey replied simply. he went to the front door to close it as Sam and Richie sat together on the long couch. Estelle stood to the side, arms crossed as she waited impatiently for them to talk so she could get the hell out of there and not have to look at Richie and her ex any longer.

every time she looked at them it was a reminder that she had left, she left even when she promised she wouldn’t, even when she promised she’d love her the way she deserved. guess she deserved empty promises and a girlfriend that left without even a fucking note.

Dewey took a sip out of his hot coffee and placed it on the table in front of him. “who’s he?” he asked, nodding toward Richie.

“oh, this is is Richie. my boyfriend.” Sam explained shifting a little closer to him. Estelle rolled her eyes at that. her hand closed into a fist and she squeezed it tightly, what a fucking joke.

“how long have you known him?”

“six months?” Sam tried to calculate.

“did he know who your dad was when you met? express any interest in Woodsboro or the ghostface killings?” Dewey asked making Estelle glance at the ginger boy. her heart picked up at Dewey’s words, she had her suspicions - which had nothing to do with him dating the girl she still loved - but now hearing Dewey say it just made her confirm that she was right to be suspicious.

“what the hell are you talking about?” Richie chuckled a little, glancing at the two girls in the room. he looked confused and a bit nervous. Estelle’s eyes narrows toward him. Sam looked at her boyfriend too but she didn’t seem all that suspicious of him.

“your killers obsessed with the Stab movies, right? well, there are certain rules to surviving a Stab movie.” he leaned back, vividly remembering all the trauma and attacks him and the two people he loved most had to go through. “believe me, i know”

Estelle had never heard the story of what happened, she had seen a couple of the Stab movies, sure, but Dewey never talked about it and Estelle never asked. there were certain lines that they both knew not to cross. Dewey never asked about Elias and Estelle never asked about the ghostface attacks. it’d be a shitty thing to do on both parts, it didn’t matter how curious they were, making either of the relive their past would just be cruel. they had to do it on their own every night anyway.

“rule number one: never trust the love interest.” Dewey stated as like it were pretty obvious in this situation. it was. Richie scoffed softly glancing at Sam to see if she was considering him being the killer. “they seem sweet, caring, supportive. then welcome to act three, where they’re trying to rip your head off.”

"i was with Sam in Modesto when Tara was attacked." Richie argued, not at all liking that he was getting blamed for all of this.

"and let me guess, you were just in the other room, conveniently unaccounted for when she was attacked at the hospital."

"okay, what about Estelle then? she was literally right there after Tara was attacked” he said motioning toward the girl. the raven haired girl snickered.

“i’ve known Sam since we were fifteen, ask her who she trusts more” she said glancing at Sam. the taller girl lowered her eyes not looking at either of them and that was more than an answer for both of them. Estelle shot the boy a cocky smirk making him scoff and roll his eyes.

"rule number two: the killer's motives are alwavs connected to something in the past." Dewey told them.

"I'm related to Billy." Sam pointed out.

"right, but then why kill that random Vince guy?" Richie asked.

“that’s for you to figure out. and rule number three, and this is the most important rule: the first victim always has a friend group that the killer is a part of. does your sister have a close-knit group of friends?"

“yeah,” Sam confirmed and turned back to look at Richie. “she does.”

“then look for the killer there. if you can find out why they’re doing this, you can figure out who’s next.” he said softly, he sounded exhausted even having to think about this happening.

“so help us.” Sam stated, “help us figure out who is behind this.” she said, even though it didn’t sound like it, she was desperate. Estelle could tell by the look in her eyes.

“are you kidding me? i’ve been stabbed nine times. i’ve got permanent nerve damage and a fun little limp. you think i want to do that again?” he chuckled.

“you just said it always goes back to the past, right?” Sam countered back, trying her best to convince him. Dewey sighed, “so if i’m in danger that means you’re in danger. come on. let’s do this together.” Sam plead, her eyes shinning with emotion.

Estelle understood where she was coming from, god, did she understand but she also knew there was no way of convincing someone unless they wanted to willingly. Dewey wouldn’t be helping them, she knew that.

“come on, Sam. it’s time to go” she said motioning to the door. Estelle glanced at Sam before looking at Dewey still, maybe if she showed how much this meant to her he’d be convinced. that wasn’t the case.

“your times up” he said and just like that they were ushered out of the trailer with the door being slammed behind them. Estelle didn’t flinch or take it personally, she could never understand everything he went through and she couldn’t blame him for not wanting to get involved.

when the door was slammed Richie flinched, “yeah, he’s way more fun in the movies” he said causing Estelle to roll her eyes in annoyance.

“do you ever just shut the fuck up?” Estelle snapped, not able to bite back her thoughts anymore. he was getting on her last fucking nerve and she just wanted him away from them.

Richie chuckled looking at the girl but he didn’t say anything and that just angered her even more. she took a step closer to him, they were off the porch now and Sam was walking to the car with determination, but the two weren’t paying attention to her. “what? you got something you want to say?” she asked, getting in his personal space. this was unlike her, at least unlike the person she was now. she went to therapy, learned how to control her anger and emotions and she was even a fucking cop, she shouldn’t be blowing up on some dumb fuck. but she just couldn’t help it.

“he’s right, you know. i mean i know you’re not the love interest but it wouldn’t be surprising if it was you, maybe you just wanted revenge for Sam leaving you behind” he said, that was enough for her to be set off. she didn’t say anything, just held her hand in a tight fist and swung as hard as she could, her fist landing on his cheek and grazing his lip. she wanted to hurt him, just not enough for it to leave any lasting damage, they had other shit to work on.

“hey!” Sam yelled rushing up to them as Richie shoved the girl further away, she was about to swing again but her ex quickly stood between them, holding her arms out to stop them both from doing anything. “that’s enough! we have shit to worry about and i don’t need you two fighting like fucking children!” she said directing her words to Estelle more than to her boyfriend.

the raven haired girl shook her head with a scoff, “fuck this” she muttered and walked away without a single glance back. Richie and Sam watched her walk to the car before Richie turned his face to spit out blood the had began to pool in his mouth.

Estelle didn’t look up once, she just turned on her car and waited for them both to get in. she was pissed, just not enough to leave them both stranded without a ride other than Dewey who had practically kicked them out of his home. besides, she had been the one to offer taking her car in the first place.

when Estelle finally did look up she saw Sam facing Richie with her hand on his cheek, they looked like they were talking and Estelle didn’t have to be close to know that Sam was comforting him. probably whispering how she was sorry, apologizing for Estelle when she didn’t ask her to. probably telling him that she loved him and that they’d get through it together.

fuck. Estelle hit her steering wheel at the thought. thankfully the couple were too engrossed in one another to see or hear the commotion. her chest was tightening and her breathing was starting to waver and she knew it was an anxiety attack. she was used to them, usually had one every week or sometimes every other week, it was an accomplishment compared to when she’d have multiple anxiety attacks a day.

she remembered the way Sam would always soothe her through them, would pull her into a hug when Estelle allowed her and when that would suffocate the girl she would simply hold her hand to show her that she was there, that she wasn’t alone.

now Estelle held her own hands and took deep breaths. she’d never have that. not again.

she felt like a fool, she always hoped deep down that Sam still thought about her, that she wasn’t alone and that Sam missed her, maybe even still love her. she knew now that it was a stupid thing to hope for. Sam didn’t give a single fuck about her and it was time she accepted that.

eight years ago

the sky was clear, stars shinning brightly accompanying every person who was outside. it was a full moon and it worked as a light, almost. it was huge and it was something you’d see maybe once a year. there was a small breeze but that wasn’t enough for the two teens to care.

giggles echoed throughout the quiet night, the only thing that could be heard was their laugh and occasionally a car driving past.

the bruises had faded, leaving just a small scar on the girls eyebrow and lip, her ribs were still pretty fucked but it wasn’t visible so it didn’t matter. it had been a month, Elias was out of jail and Estelle had gone back to school a week after she finally opened up to Sam. the two were friends, Valerie hadn’t talked to Estelle since the day Sam intervened and Sam was glad. Estelle didn’t care much for it.

they were in a parking lot, Estelle was leaning against her car and Sam was standing in front of her. the street light illuminating the parking lot was shinning brightly above them.

there was an ice cream cone in Estelle’s hand with a scoop of strawberry ice cream, although it was half eaten by now. Sam had chocolate which was pretty much gone by now since Estelle would sneak a bite (yes a bite) out of it every time she would be too distracted watching a car drive past them. “you ate all my ice cream” Sam said holding up the cone that barely showed any of the cold treat.

Estelle giggled happily, “want some of mine?” she asked but Sam shook her head.

“strawberry and chocolate ice cream don’t go together” she grimaced at the thought. Estelle gasped dramatically.

“do you not like chocolate covered strawberries?”

Sam looked at her with a serious expression, “not the same”

“it kind of is though, there’s chocolate,” she said pointing at Sams cone, “and here’s strawberry, completely the same” she said confidently and licked her ice cream.

Sam rolled her eyes at the girl, “i’m starting to regret this.” she said making Estelle roll her eyes.

“whatever, you begged me to come with you.” she shrugged and bit the waffle cone.

“i just asked and you said yes!” Sam exclaimed earning an uninterested shrug from Estelle as she continued eating her ice cream.

when she realized Estelle wasn’t going to say something in return she she took a step closer, “fine, i’ll try it” she said looking down at the strawberry ice cream.

Estelle’s lips formed into a bright smile, “really?” she asked excitedly, her uninterested facade suddenly disappearing now that she was getting her way.

Sam rolled her eyes in slight amusement, “yes, really. now hurry before i change my mind”

Estelle was about to move it closer to Sam but she stopped herself, suddenly an amazing idea popping into her head. “actually,” she said with a smirk. “i have a better idea”

the raven haired girl raised a brow in confusion, slightly skeptical but Estelle simply smiled. “what is it?” Sam asked slightly worried.

“close your eyes” Estelle responded.

Sam laughed, “no.”

“what? why?” Estelle asked quickly, shocked that Sam would say no.

“you’re gonna either smudge it on my face or steal my ice cream” she said making Estelle roll her eyes.

“im not, i promise” she said but Sam still seemed to not believe her. Estelle cocked her head to the side a bit.

“please,” she plead with a pouty look that Sam knew she was done for. the girl groaned.

“fine. whatever” she said immediately earning a happy smile from the girl in front of her. slowly Sams eyes fluttered closed and Estelle slowly reached for Sams cone, the raven girl let go of it easily and Estelle quietly put the two cones on her car that she was leaning on. they were both inedible by now but that didn’t matter.

Sam almost snuck an eye open to peak but that thought vanished faster than she could process as she felt Estelle softly grab her face and her warm lips on her own.

in the month that they had been friends none of them spoke of the obvious tension, they didn’t speak about the party or the fact that there was something between them. Estelle was trying to get over what happened with her father and now ex girlfriend and Sam was trying to give her the space that she obviously needed.

she had been so sweet and caring though and Estelle couldn’t wait any longer. Sam would pick up coffee for her when she knew she had stayed up studying, she’d roll her blunts for her because she knew how much Estelle sucked at it, when they’d go to the gas station she wouldn’t even ask if Estelle wanted anything she’d just go in and grab her favorite candy and a redbull because she knew the unhealthy obsession Estelle had over it. they were small gestures that no one had ever done for her, not even the girl she thought had been her first love.

the kiss came as a surprise for Sam, her brows shot up, not expecting this. she truly expected Estelle to get the pink dessert on her nose but instead she got the thing she had been craving since the first time they met.

their lips moved slowly against each other, a drastic change from their first kiss. there weren’t rough hands, bruising lips or their tongues shoved in each others mouths. it was soft and loving and the one thing Estelle had never experienced before.

Sam placed her hands on the shorter girls waist where she softly caressed, unlike the last time where she had gripped Estelle’s hips so hard the girl woke up with a faint bruise.

butterflies were swarming in each of their stomachs and they were both so focused on their erratically beating hearts to even pay attention to the others. it was so warm and absolutely filled with love that it almost as if like they were dreaming.

they weren’t though. and that was the best part.

when Estelle pulled away she kept her face close and soon felt Sams forehead pressed on her own. none of them had opened their eyes yet, simply soaking in the most amazing moment they had each every experienced.

it was so fucking magical neither of them seemed to remember all the dark and fucked up shit they had going on in their lives.

it was just them underneath the moonlight, in an empty parking lot with the taste of strawberry mixed with chocolate ice cream lingering on both of their tongues.

present

the aftermath of punching her ex’s boyfriend was pretty much as expected. the couple got in the car, Sam in the front and Richie in the back. neither of them said anything but Sam was looking at Estelle with a distant look in her eyes. Estelle wasn’t paying attention, though. she had her eyes trained on her fist that was red from the impact of punching the guy. if she would’ve turned to look at Sam, she would’ve recognized that look, would’ve known exactly what she was thinking.

it was quiet the whole drive to the Meeks residence, Sam had told her that’s where they needed to go and Estelle did so without question. she figured they’d need to talk to the friends after the conversation they had with Dewey. when they pulled up to the house Richie got out first, Estelle sat still, waiting for them to walk in first before catching up. that wasn’t what happened, though.

it seemed as if Richie knew his girlfriend was still in the car as he stood on the porch and got on his phone, it made Estelle’s stomach turn, thinking that she was alone with Sam for the first time in years.

the silence was deafening, Estelle had her eyes trained on the steering wheel and Sam was looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to finally turn and look at her. when she realized that wouldn’t happen she let out a sigh.

“you didn’t have to punch him,” she said. as much as Estelle wanted to react, she didn’t. she didn’t move a muscle. “he was just pissed at Dewey for blaming him.” she reasoned. now that was enough for Estelle to snap out of her trance.

the girl finally turned to look at Sam, “you’ve known him for six months, Sam. Dewey is right and you know that.” she said making Sam shake her head.

“he wouldn’t.”

“do you know that for a fact?”

“why would he? what’s his motive?” Sam quickly shot back, tired of everyone doubting him and her in the process. she knew him, maybe not for long but she trusted him and others questioning her judgement was infuriating.

“i don’t know,” Estelle shrugged. “he could just be a psycho that wants you dead, how do i know? the thing i do know is that you deserve better.” the raven haired girl said and took the keys out of the ignition. she didn’t give Sam a chance to respond to her words as she opened her door and got out.

Sam wasn’t far behind, five seconds later Estelle heard the passenger door open and close and they both started walking toward the house, Estelle in front with the other girl two steps behind her. at the sight of them approaching Richie put his phone in his pocket. when the two girls were almost up the steps a loud engine stopped behind them and a door slammed closed causing all three of them to turn and look at the source of the noise.

“holy shit. he came” Sam muttered at the sight of Dewey approaching them. Estelle’s lips quirked into a small smile at the sight. she knew he’d come through.

“i’ve decided to temporarily assist you in your investigation.” he said.

“thanks Dewey” Estelle said taking a step toward him, the man couldn’t help but have a matching smile as he felt the girl put an arm around his shoulder.

she was always good to him, thoughtful and respectful. when they worked together she made sure to always stop for coffee because she knew he wouldn’t sleep through the whole night, ptsd and all. she’d even get him a glazed doughnut because he hated any other kind, she made sure to always take the wheel because his leg would act up when he’d drive for long hours at a time.

she was a good person and Dewey could see that from a mile away.

Estelle and Dewey walked past the couple together and walked up the steps. the fully expected Sam and Richie to be following but when they realized they weren’t they both turned in sync, Dewey motioned for them to hurry.

they were welcomed into the home of Mindy Meeks-Martin, a bright smile on her face as she invited them inside. the girl shared a glance at Estelle worriedly. she couldn’t imagine what she felt, seeing the girl she loved for so long now in the arms of another guy who for the record, everyone collectively agreed was below Sams standards. she dated Estelle after all. the raven haired girl shook her head softly with a graze of a smile, silently reassuring Mindy that she was okay.

Estelle had been in the house before, the memories of her and Sam babysitting the twins came to her in a flash. Friday nights in which their parents would go out so they would spend it watching over the twins and Tara. the times they would build forts and watch movies in them, or when they would all sleep on the couch whilst Sam and Estelle would spend the rest of the time talking or simply just basking in each others presence.

Richie's voice filled her ears and her smile slightly dropped in annoyance, "how do you know so much about the Stab movies?"

the living room was pleasantly furnished, a giant portrait of Randy Meeks hung up in the middle of the living room wall, honoring the days he existed and for the purpose of never forgetting him.

Dewey was reminded of the man once hearing Richie's question, Randy was a big reason most of them survived back in those days. he always knew what to do, or at least, kept them informed on how to try and keep themselves safe.

"runs in the family." Dewey answered softly.

Mindy glanced at the large portrait of a young Randy Meeks, "Randy was our uncle."

Mindy's eyes softened as she looked at the picture frame. She brought up the tips of her finger to her mouth and blew out a kiss, "RIP.”

Mindy turned to her friends, "you said to bring everybody."

Chad, Liv, and Wes were seated on the bigger sofa, while Amber was sat down on the armchair sofa with her leg propped up on the edge of the sofa. they all agreed to come, but they were still confused as to why they were asked to come. nothing was revealed over the phone except for how important their meeting was, so they didn't have a choice but to agree to be there.

Estelle shot Amber a friendly smile to which the raven haired girl returned. she began to scoot over on the chair and patted it to welcome her to sit. Estelle contemplated, her eyes glanced at the open couch but it looked like it could only hold three people and she’d rather have Dewey sit there then have to sit there herself. she wanted to be as far away from Richie as possible.

without much of a choice she walked up to the seat and sat down, Amber immediately put her head on the girls shoulder which she welcomed. she felt like their older sibling, at least when it came to the twins and Amber. she’d been close to them, offering rides and making sure they were home safe from parties. it was her job as a cop but also as Tara’s friend. in the end Tara’s friends became her own, although at times it felt weird considering the age difference but she’d never see them as anything other than kids. to this day she treated them as she did when she would babysit them all those years ago. even if it annoyed them.

Sam watched Estelle and Amber with furrowed brows, confused on why the two were so close. “hey” she said instead of what was going through her head.

"ooh, suspects." Martha Meeks-Martin whispered with enthusiasm as she brought a tray of food to the little table in front of the couches, before she could set the tray down, Mindy reached forward and grabbed a piece of popcorn from the bowl, putting it in her mouth right away. "my brother would be so proud."

after placing it down, Martha walked back and was met with Dewey's warm smiles, "hey, Martha."

Martha smiled at the familiar face and instantly brought the man into a hug. "Dewey!" she was surprised to see him after so many years, "hi!” once their short hug ended, the emotions flooded back to her and she couldn't help but think about how good the years were to him, "you look..." she managed to stop herself from probably embarrassing herself in front of her kids and instead asked, "how's the wife?”

"mom, we're good. thank you." Chad interrupted immediately before it got more awkward.

Martha took that as her cue to leave, and nodded her head. "all right, kids, have fun."

"i asked Mindy to call everyone here, because...there's something I have to tell you." Sam announced to the group as she stood in the center of the living room.

she played them a clip of The True Story of the first stab movie on the tv and after watching, she briefly explained that the man displayed on the screen was indeed her biological father. it took a while for the teens to believe her, because well, it was difficult to comprehend that the women sitting right in front of them came from the man the first stab movie was based on.

once the documentary was finished, Chad was the first to break the silence, "let me get this straight. you're saying that you're the daughter of Billy Loomis, and, what, that one of us is the killer?"

he was offended that she could think that, especially when she didn't know any of them, not anymore.

"the killer told me he knew my secret." Sam revealed. "he attacked Tara to lure me back here."

"but then why immediately go and murder some douche-nozzle that was stalking Liv?" Chad asked, motioning his hand towards his girlfriend and trying to get Sam to understand that her theory was a little stupid.

"and why does it have to be one of us? what about Deputy Dewey here? maybe he's the killer." Wes looked over at Dewey Riley, not even sure why the dude was a part of this. if his friends were attacked, and Sam thought they had something to do with it, then why was a deputy who was known to be involved in other incidents involving Ghostface sitting in the same room as them.

"no offense." he added after throwing a serious accusation at the only person who was willingly to help them out.

Estelle raised a brow at him, suddenly her emotions bubbling up inside of her again. her hand turned into a fist as she looked at the ‘blonde’ boy with a glare. again, Estelle didn’t like him, even less now that he was being an asshole to someone who was just trying to help.

“none taken, but what's my motive?"

"you got stabbed a billion times, dumped by your famous wife and crawled into a bottle. i think it's safe to say you're on the suspect list." Wes went on and on, ignoring the glare Estelle was sending him from a few feet away.

he had no right to be disrespectful and if he was a seventeen year old kid she would’ve said something. what Dewey went though could never be considered easy, not in a million years but that didn’t mean he would kill innocent people for ‘revenge’. Estelle knew Dewey would never do that.

"well, maybe you're the killer. because that cut deep." Dewey exhaled a long deep breath and leaned back in his chair.

Estelle hadn’t realized but Amber had done a bit of research during Wes’s little rant.

"that douche-nozzle is connected. i googled him. his mom is Leslie Macher." Amber announced, but nobody seemed to understand the connection, so she added, "Stu Macher's sister."

"who's Stu Macher?" Liv asked.

"he's Billy Loomis's accomplice. a real loony tune." Dewey answered.

"okay. okay. so the first three attacks are all on people related to the original killers." Sam noticed, finally putting the pieces together.

"oh, my god." Mindy shouted, nearly jumping out of her seat when she realized what it all was, "he's making a requel!"

"a what?" Sam asked, confused.

"or a legacyquel. fans are torn on the terminology." Mindy informed them, but none of them understood where she was heading with this, or what she was even saying.

"god. please speak English." Chad begged, almost rolling his eyes.

"okay, remember the stab movie that came out last year?" Mindy asked, getting closer to the edge of her seat as her interest in the topic sparked.

"oh, yeah. the one the Knives Out guy directed, right? i actually really liked that one." Liv genuinely spoke.

"of course you did. you have terrible taste." Mindy retorted, not even surprised that her brother's girlfriend actually enjoyed watching the movie, considering how bad it was. Estelle bit back a laugh at her insult.

"i hate you." Liv glared at her.

"the point is, the hard-core Stab fans hated it. you go on 4chan and Dreadit, all they're talking about is how Stab 8 pissed on their childhoods. how they crammed in social commentary just to elevate it. how the main character's a Mary Sue." Mindy rambled on very fast. Estelle’s eyebrows shot up, she understood everything and yet nothing.

"what's a Mary Sue?" Richie asked, squinting his eyes.

"you really don't want to know." Wes shook his head and put the man's question aside.

"what's wrong with elevated horror?" Amber asked, "i mean, Jordan Peele fucking rules. "

"uh, obviously, but that's not Stab. real Stab movies are meta slasher whodunits, full stop." Mindy told them.

"come on. it's just a movie." Sam rolled her eyes. she was already kind of over this whole rant, not understanding how a movie could mean so much to someone.

"no, it's not. to some people the original is their favorite thing in the world. the movie that made them love horror. that Mom and Dad showed them when they were ten that bonded them together." Mindy spoke enthusiastically. "and god help anyone who slightly fucks with that special memory. who makes a movie they think disrespects it." Mindy pushed herself out of her seat, overly excited to share her thoughts, “it sounds like our killer is writing his own version of Stab 8, but doing it as a requel."

"which is?" Dewey asked, knowing the girl would have an answer for him.

"see, you can't just reboot a franchise from scratch anymore. the fans won't stand for it. Black Christmas, Child's Play, Flatliners... that shit doesn't work. but you can't just do a straight sequel, either. you got to build something new. but not too new, or the Internet goes bug-fucking nuts." Mindy paced around the room, doing various hand gestures as she talked. it's got to be a part of an ongoing storyline even if the story shouldn't have been ongoing in the first place. new main characters, yes, but supported by and related to legacy characters. not quite a reboot, not quite a sequel. like the new Halloween, Saw, Terminator, Jurassic Park, Ghostbusters... fuck even Starwars! it always goes back to the original!" she finished off as she held up a copy of the first Stab movie, smiling at the teenagers and adults seated on the couch.

"are you telling me that I'm caught in the middle of fan-fucking-fiction?"

Mindy gave Sam a sympathetic look, "not just in the middle, Sam." she sat down at the edge of the coffee table and told her, "you're the star."

"so, not to put too fine a point on it, but, according to requel rules... who's next?" Liv asked, motioning to everyone in the room.

"going by the pattern, whoever it is has to be connected to someone that came before." Mindy responded.

silence broke out in the room, an uncomfortable silence at the thought of one of them being the next target. everyone’s eyes shifted to Dewey simultaneously. the man shifted uncomfortably. “im starting to regret coming here”

"jesus, my mom was a character in one of them." Wes blurted out, worried for himself and his mother.

"no one cares about the shitty inferior sequels, Wes. you're safe," Mindy reassured him and quickly turned to her twin brother. "with Randy as our uncle, though, you and I are probably screwed."

"wait. what?"

"or you're the killer, and this whole elaborate monologue is just to cover your tracks." Richie mentioned, earning a scoff from the girl.

"I think it's pretty clear who the killers could be at this point." Mindy announced, catching Sam's attention and watching as her head snapped towards her, softly asking, "who?"

"you." Mindy whispered, looking directly at Sam. “or you” she said turning to look at Estelle.

the shorter raven haired girl suddenly sat straight pushing her body so she was sitting at the edge of her seat, she had been accused by Richie and now this? absolutely not.

“what?” Sam muttered.

"im sorry. what did you just say?" Estelle said completely ignoring Sam. she would not be letting herself be blamed, that was bullshit. all she had ever done was protect Tara, every single teen in that room had been a witness to that.

"it makes perfect requel sense for you Sam." Mindy figured, and it got everyone thinking to the point where most of them agreed on it. “and as for you..” she trailed off turning her body to look at Estelle again. “i mean it would make sense. you were the first person at the crime scene, ghostface didn’t attack you-”

“because i had a fucking gun!” Estelle cut her off, her face heating up in anger. Amber placed a hand on her back to try and comfort her but the girl shook it off.

“Sam said you were the only person she told about Billy being her dad too” Richie pointed out. he was trying to play it off but Estelle could read right through his smug grin. fuck him. if there weren’t so many people in the room she would’ve lunged at him again.

breathe, breathe. in and out. she tried to tell herself that but it wasn’t working. fuck that. she was angry, she was allowed to feel angry. she was being accused of being a psycho piece of shit for fucks sake.

“think about it,” Mindy said. “you were pissed that Sam left, maybe wanted to bring her back by going after her sister which you didn’t kill her because you care about her after all - and seeing that Sam now has a boyfriend has made you change your mind” she explained.

"that actually does make a lot of sense." Chad pointed out. Estelle ignored him, her eyes still trained on Mindy. how the hell did that make sense? she wasnt even a fan of the fucking movies. she had seen them maybe twice, once when she was younger and the other time with Sam when she found out who her dad was. why the fuck would she care about making another movie?

"yeah" Liv agreed.

Estelle looked at Richie who was trying to stop himself from smiling and at Dewey who wouldn’t even meet her eyes. Sam was looking at her and she knew the meaning behind that look all too well.

“fuck this.” Estelle spat standing up and marching out of the house. she wasn’t going to sit there and be accused of some bullshit she had nothing to do with. she loved Tara like a sister, the girl was her only family left. why the fuck would she try to kill her? to bring Sam back? were they fucking serious? she wanted her back but not like this. never like this.

her head was filled with so many thoughts she didn’t hear footsteps following after her. all she could see was red, all she could head was Mindys words ringing in the back of her head and that stupid fucking smirk on Richies lips. god she just wanted to beat the shit out of him.

the car door slammed shut beside her and she shoved the keys in the ignition roughly. when she finally got out of her head and paid attention to what’s in front of her she saw Sam rushing out of the house and running to her car. her eyebrows furrowed at the sight. she fully expected Sam to never talk to her again, maybe even tell her to stay the fuck away from her and Tara. maybe that’s what she was doing now.

the passenger door opened and closed, Sams breathing echoed throughout the car and she began to put her seatbelt on. when she realized the car wasn’t moving she look at Estelle who was looking back in question.

“let’s go” she said simply. none of them had anywhere in particular that they needed to be but that didn’t matter. without another word she put the car in drive and the tires screeched out of the driveway.

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nono-bunny · 7 months

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"The Fortuneteller" is such an interesting episode to me because like? Aunt Wu is never wrong in the end, kinda like how in "Jet" Sokka's instincts are always right as well- the show tries to play it off in the end by saying "sometimes they're right and sometimes they're not", but throughout the whole episode his instincts led him to eventually save an entire town! If they never ran into Jet, he WOULD have destroyed that town, not to mention how Jet does eventually change through his experiences with the Gaang, but! This isn't about Jet rn

Aunt Wu not seeing anything about romance for Aang while she DOES see it for Katara is strange to me if we're to assume he's the man she's ought to marry, because like? Wouldnt their fates be intertwined? Which is why it's a good thing I fully don't believe she WAS talking about Aang, and this episode unintentionally serves the anti-Kataang narrative so well its not even funny (well, okay, it's a little funny, seeing Aang get subtly rejected over and over is very healing). Even if we take out the fact that I believe she was talking about Zuko because, c'mon, he's a fantastic bender who already loves Katara a bunch by the end of the show (platonic? romantic? nevertheless they share an incredible bond)... The Avatar isn't the only "great bender" in the world by a long shot, and I'd argue Aang doesn't even qualify because of his poor work ethic and lack of interest in bettering himself, like- Aang is acknowledged by more ATLA fans than just me to be the weakest bender in the group (until he enters the Avatar state, at which point, he's just the weakest Avatar because he has no control of it) and? Yeah being born with the Avatar Spirit is never gonna be enough to become a great bender by itself, which is something even all the other Avatars aside from Aang seem to recognize, y'know?

I forget who it was, but I saw a post saying that in a better written show, this episode that has such a big focus on unreciprocated feelings would be when Aang recognizes his situation for what it is, recognizes seeing his own lack of interest in Meng when looking at Katara and her lack of interest in him, and have him start to accept that and move on, but... Aang ALWAYS shows himself to either be incapable of understanding or just straight up ignoring Katara's nonverbal cues, not to mention how he goes on to ignore her express vocalization of her discomfort with him, so.

This episode also has Bryke use Sokka as a mouthpiece to give a very incel-y feeling pick up artist lesson and? Yeah, what could I have possibly expected? For Sokka to show some consistency? He fr never takes his own "advice" here, it's so weird! He's always been very forthright about his feelings, so him teach Aang to play coy is so ooc for him unless the point they want to end up making is "love makes fools of us all", which. Doubtful

It's yet another episode with a morality lesson about "Destiny", but fr this one feels so weak when compared to Zuko's whole thing later on about CHOOSING his destiny, where we actually see him do it when he defies and upends his harmful legacy in favor of peace, because here? Here everything plays out as foretold, with a "you control destiny" messaging tacked on at the end- the cloud bending was cool, but I hate the implication that Aang legit goes on to twist and bend Katara to a shape he sees fit, right by his side forevermore, but... Yeah, that's fully what he does, so? Thanks a lot, I guess, Aunt Wu! Look what you did! He was the closest he ever comes to giving up in this episode, some tough love would've done the trick!!! But noooo, god forbid Aang has to face and acknowledge any sort of REAL rejection, Katara simply... Doesn't yet understand that her ultimate role in life is to end up as his trophy wife, that's all! God, fuck comics and LOK Katara!!!

#avatar the last airbender #atla #anti aang #anti kataang #anti bryke #atla critical #the fortune teller #katara deserved better

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zafirosreverie · 1 year

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Little furry friend (Bruno x F!Reader) part 1

Part 2

a/n: If you know where Sebastián the rat is from, congratulations you are so cool and I love you a lot :)

For @hectic-hector hope you like it!

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"Sebastian?"

Bruno asked quietly so as not to disturb anyone as he bent down and reached under the cupboard for the umpteenth time that afternoon. It was not uncommon for some of his rats to spend time away, usually with Antonio, but they always returned at least by meal time. It had been days since the last time he had seen Sebastián eat at Casita.

He was worried, even though his younger nephew had assured him that the rat was fine and not getting malnourished, which meant that he was getting food elsewhere, and that was what scared him. Why didn't his little furry friend want to eat with him anymore? Where did he go every day? Where did he get food from? Who gave it? And why didn't even Antonio know?

He was being paranoid and he knew it, but after spending ten years in solitude with only rats for company, he had learned to love these animals as if they were part of his family, no matter how horrified Pepa and his mother felt about it.

"What are you looking for?"

The man jumped out of his skin and hit his head against the furniture. He grunted a little as he sat on the ground and rubbed his head, before looking at his older sister trying to hide her giggling behind her hand.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" Julieta said but her tone revealed how amusing she found the situation "are you okay?"

"Yes, yes" he answered, accepting the hand she offered him to stand up "it's just that I can't find Sebastian"

"Your rat?"

"yes, have you seen it?"

"Bruno...you know that only you and Toñito can distinguish them, right? For me they are all the same"

"How can you say that?" he asked a bit offended "They are clearly different, I don't confuse your three daughters with Pepa's three children, do I?"

The healer simply rolled her eyes fondly and offered him a soft, apologetic smile. Although she and Pepa never fully understood Bruno's love for those animals, they loved their brother and knew how important they were to him, if he said they were different, she would respect it.

"Have you already asked Antonio?"

"Yes, but he said that his animals didn't want to tell him where he was, something about a secret and that it wasn't time yet" he shrugged.

"Oh how lovely, maybe your son has a surprise for you?" she laughed

"It's not funny, Julieta" he frowned "...I just want to know that he's okay"

"I'm sure he is" the brunette smiled, putting a hand on his shoulder "don't worry, you'll find him"

"I hope so" he sighed defeatedly "I'm going to look for him in town, I hope he's not in trouble"

Julieta silently watched as Bruno left shoulders hunched and looking definitely defeated and tired. He didn't even wave back to Pepa when he walked past her through the door.

"Is he ok?" the redhead asked

The older triplet just shrugged and looked where her brother had gone before she got up and went to work with her sister’s help. They both knew perfectly well that of their trifecta, Bruno was the one they understood the least, but they hoped that he would go to one of them if he really needed them.

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Bruno hurried through the paths of Encanto trying to catch up with Sebastián. He had spotted it a few minutes ago and although he tried to call it, the animal simply ignored him and went on his way, leaving the poor man making a scene around town while he tried to catch it.

Usually, he would be embarrassed that he was making a fool of himself and that people would gossip about him even more (despite Mirabel's best efforts, he knew that there were still people who believed that he brought misfortune), but at that moment, he just wanted to find out where his rat ran off to every day.

So he followed him regardless of the looks of the townspeople or the tiredness of his legs. You'd think after all the time he spent on Casita's walls jumping between rafters, running across the floor would be a piece of cake, but no, he really needed to work on his physical condition.

"Where are you going?" he thought, as he watched the rat turn a corner.

He really didn't like to leave his room, much less his house, so he was probably the only Madrigal who didn't know the whole town like the back of his hand, but even he knew that house belonged to the friendly carpenters of the town, although he did not know them personally. What was his rat doing there?

"Oh hey buddy, you're late"

Bruno quickly hid behind a tree so you wouldn't see him, and his eyes widened when he saw you take the little animal without problems. Usually, people were afraid or disgusted of rats, judging them without knowing what a wonderful being they really were, but you didn't seem bothered or disgusted in the least.

"I was beginning to worry about you" you said kindly, patting the rat's head "here, I saved you some bread."

You laughed softly when the small animal squealed with excitement and started eating out of the palm of your hand. You had no idea where it came from, but the little rat had been visiting you for days and you were starting to grow very fond of it, and you always tried to save some food for it, even though if your parents found out, they would probably scold you.

Bruno looked at you carefully, not realizing that little by little he was coming out of his hiding place. He couldn't help it, something in you made him want to be close. You jumped when you heard a branch snap near you and turned to see a scruffy-looking, hunched-over man with a guilty expression. The hourglass design on his ruana told you everything you needed to know about his identity: Bruno Madrigal.

The man mentally kicked himself for scaring you like that and he really wanted to apologize, but it was always hard for him to talk to people and just when he managed to find his voice again, you smiled at him. It was such a beautiful and sincere smile, not one of those forced ones that people usually gave him to please the rest of his family, but one full of kindness and joy. Two words that were almost never associated with his presence.

"Hello" you said softly

He just waved at you, not really knowing how to respond, his mind was short-circuiting trying to comprehend that you were really talking to him, without malice or anything, that you weren't really scared of him.

"This little friend is yours?" you asked, carefully lifting the rat up for him to see.

Again, the seer only managed to nod. He felt terribly stupid and began to hate himself more and more for not being able to talk to you back. You were probably thinking that he was pathetic and you would want him to leave immediately.

And yet your smile never left your young and beautiful face. Yeah, he couldn't help but notice that you're definitely a few years younger than him, though maybe not that many (and to be fair, ten years locked up in walls without seeing sunlight ages anyone) and for some reason, it was a thought that began to burn in his mind.

"I was wondering where he came from" you said when you didn't get any more answer "he has been coming daily"

Bruno jumped a little when he noticed that you had gotten closer and now you were standing just a step away. You smiled at him again and held out the little animal, praying that your blush wasn't as noticeable as you felt. If you were being honest, you hadn't expected to talk to a Madrigal in…well, ever.

You were too shy for that. Since childhood, you almost never talked to anyone, preferring to listen from the side or just nod and smile. Your parents always told you that this way you would never get friends or a boyfriend (even though you had had suitors, but they never caught your eye), but you really didn't care, you were fine on your own, or at least that's what you told yourself, despite that there was a feeling of loneliness stuck in your chest.

So why did you feel the need to talk to this man? Perhaps it was the mysterious aura that surrounded him, or that the legend about him, which had run through the town since you were little, told you that there was something more to him. You had never believed that the youngest of the Madrigal triplets was really the cause of people's bad luck, you thought that people simply did not understand him and that he must feel very lonely... like you.

You weren't sure, but from one moment to the next, you needed to at least get a word out of him, to feel that you weren't making a fool of yourself. That he seemed cute and somehow handsome, had nothing to do with it, no matter what your racing pulse wanted you believe.

“I-I’m sorry if he bothered you” he stammered, looking at you awkwardly and not knowing if he should grab Sebastian and run out of there.

"Oh no, he's a little angel" you said "he's kept me a lot of company"

"re-really?"

"Yeah...I'm a bit of a loner" you admitted "so it's welcome company"

"O-oh! Me too!" he said without thinking "I-I mean I'm l-lonely too" he quickly added

Bruno really wanted to kick himself, what kind of creepy man would say that to a woman he had just met? You were the only one who hadn't looked at him with suspicion or fear in many, many years, and here he goes, ruining everything. Surely you would ask him to take the rat away and never come back and-

Were you laughing? No, wait...were you smiling at him? Him? After what he had said? Yes, that's exactly what you were doing. You couldn't help it, he was just too cute and the way he looked at you, as if he hadn't expected you to talk to him, much less smile at him, was charming.

"Well...we could do each other a favor" you said

"A f-favor?"

"I'm Y/N, my pleasure" you said, holding out your hand.

"B-bruno" he replied, looking at your hand suspiciously for a few seconds before shaking it awkwardly. You really did have soft hands.

"Well, Bruno" you smiled "now you have a friend"

He looked at you puzzled and a little alarmed, as if the word wasn't in his vocabulary. Why would someone as beautiful as you want to be friends with someone like him?

"Don't look at me like that" you chuckled softly "we share custody of the little one now anyway"

"I-I guess so" he replied, barely reacting in time to catch the rat that was jumping towards him.

"Well, it's better that the parents get along right?" you said flirtatiously.

You were surprising yourself, you usually wouldn't be this bold and a part of you wondered if you weren't crossing the line. But the man's blush and nervousness were too cute to resist, and if you had to use your furry little friend as an excuse to see him again, so be it.

"P-parents?!"

"I'll see you tomorrow Bruno, our son enjoys trips to the river" you said, turning around to go back to your house "will you pick me up at 2?"

"E-eh, y-yes, yeah!" he replied as his brain tried to catch up with everything

You just smiled over your shoulder and waved before disappearing into the house. Bruno stood there for a few more moments, processing everything before slowly walking back to Casita. What the hell had just happened?

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"Are you okay? It seems you saw a ghost" Julieta asked worriedly as her brother entered the kitchen.

"Yeah...I'm fine" he replied, his cheeks flushed.

"Did you find your rat?"

"Yes, he is playing with Antonio"

"Excellent"

The healer smiled at him and went back to cutting the vegetables. She could sense that her brother had more to say, but she knew better than to push him, he would tell her when he was ready. They were silent for a couple of minutes until Bruno sighed and dropped his head on the table with a thud.

“Juli?”

“Yes?”

“I think…I think I have a date”

The room fell deathly silent as the older triplet dropped her knife on the cutting board and looked at her brother. She never thought she would hear those words from Bruno's mouth, much less at this age but- her train of thought stopped when a sudden thunder sounded above their heads. They both turned to see Pepa watching them with wide eyes.

“You have a what?!”

#reader insert #x reader #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno x reader #bruno madrigal imagine #bruno magridal #encanto x reader #encanto imagine #encanto #female reader

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Oh for god's sake, Lily' decided that what the world really needed was her wading into Ao3 discourse. If Lily was really interested in why Ao3 has fundraisers, she could look at the budget that is made publicly available. But no! We have to just assume the OTW is asking for all this money for embezzlement or lawsuits for when they're inevitably sued for being evil.

It's so stupid and then she turns around and says that Ao3 is a barely functioning website and that FF.net is superior. FF.net... the site infamous for randomly taking down fics, having extremely contradictory rules for what they'll host (including banning such innocuous things as song fics and character submission fics), putting adds in the middle of fanfics and being barely able to load on mobile anymore, that's the superior fanfiction site we should all be using instead because it, *checks notes*, is funded by selling users data to advertisers rather than by voluntary donations.

(All of this, of course, without mentioning the obvious hypocrisy of Lily using Ao3 for her fanfics because she knows more people use the site, so she'll get more views than if it was put on FF.net)

some while back i mentioned that LO is fully ignorant of fandom history when she talked about how everyone demonizes anne rice unfairly because she "didn't want smut of her character" and stuff like this proves it even further. do you all know why A03 needs the money? in case authors decide to sue them for their fanfics because, in case LO didn't realize this, fanfictions are technically illegal, just like fanart and literally any other fanwork using a IP they don't have the rights to. all those people who sell fan made merch? all the people who accept donations or money for writing commisions about that ship you like? they all walk a very thin line of legality where people have gotten in trouble for in the past. anne rice actually threatened legal actions against people for publishing any kind of fanfic, not just smut. the reason why ffnet also deleted works was exactly because they took that seriously and thus, if your work ever happens to displease an author for whatever reason, they will take you out because that's easier than dealing with someone with actual power to sue them. A03 was made out of this environment as a way to protect authors, so nobody ever have to be scared of their work being taken down like that. you can have all the issues of the world with the content, the moderation, the fandom itself, but if you want to have a problem with it, at least understand what is actually meant to be for and why it is like that. otherwise you simply do not have a leg to stand on. not to mention, as you very well point out, a website that is completely free to use and remains ads free while being used by thousands of users every day is going to be inherently expensive. just having a normal website as a portafolio if you are an artist already cost a good bunch. LO has no idea what she's talking about. more news at 11.

#lily orchard

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I really love your writings so I was thinking, can I request something similar for the ones you wrote where Olivier was reader’s neighbour and was protective over her but this time she’s dating Kylian but no one knows and she is still Olivier neighbour and one day her father stabs her or hurt her and she’s rushed to the hospital so that’s when Kylian and Olivier find out that you all know each other please? Like they really care for you💓 thank you so much

this request was 😩😩😩❤️❤️❤️

kylian mbappe x reader / olivier giroud x reader (platonic)

tw: domestic violence, domestic abuse, blood, a lot of blood, olivier being the father i need in my life

She’s safe with me

Your life had never been easy.

Growing up with just your father after your mother passed away it was something you definitely never expected during your childhood. But here you were, just nineteen, living with your father while you were at your first year of college. You loved it there, studying art and photography, meeting new people every day, having your boyfriend secretly bringing you food and flowers everytime you had a break. Just your friends knew that you and Kylian were dating as you both wanted to keep your relationship private, you always hated the spotlight and Kylian wanted to keep you save from the media as he knew how invasive they could get.

So that’s how you kept it.

Kylian knew that everything about you.

Well, almost everything.

He didn’t know about the fucked up family you lived in. He only knew you didn’t have a good relationship with your father and that’s it. He had no idea of how your father laid his hands on you or how he spoke to you or treated you.

You knew he would be absolutely heartbroken or even mad at you for keeping something like that to him so you chose to not talk about it.

The only person who knew about this situation was your neighbour Olivier. He heard screaming and shouting almost every night, he heard you crying and begging for help and his heart ached everything single moment because he knew he couldn’t do much about it. He confronted you about it but you gently told him that this was about just you and your father so he dropped it, but, of course, he couldn’t help getting worried everytime he heard some strange noises coming from your apartment.

You knew Oli and your boyfriend were teammates but he promised you to not talk about it with anyone, that including Kylian too. Also because he had no idea you and Kylian were dating and you wanted to keep it that way and second of all because it wasn’t his business, as much as he cared for you he knew he couldn’t do much about it and he had to accept it.

One night things escalated pretty quickly.

You were home doing your homework, as you had a test the upcoming week and you wanted to be fully prepared when your father came home pretty mad because things went bad at work.

“Y/n” he called you from the living room with that scary tone and you knew he wasn’t bringing anything good so you simply ignored him.

“Y/n…” he called you again.

“What?” you shouted from the other side of the home.

“I remember telling you to buy me the beers” he said slamming down his hands on the table.

Yup. That’s what he told you that morning. Instead of knowing better that you had classes all morning he asked you to buy him some beers. Of course you didn’t. Your dad wasn’t alcoholic but you knew how scary he was when he got mad and a beer would simply made everything worse.

“I forgot…” you shouted.

You heard his footsteps coming closer and closer to your bedroom and in just a second he opened your door.

“You forgot?” he sarcastically asked.

“Yes dad I forgot…I’m studying for next week…” you tried not to teasing him a lot but you wanted him to hear you.

“I don’t care for what you’re fucking studying! I asked you to do one thing and you didn’t! You’re a disappointment y/n…I thought I raised you better” he smirked at you trying to provoke you but after years and years of replying back you knew it was useless so you didn’t say anything back.

Wrong thing to do. He was so mad that you didn’t say anything back that he threw you one of his leather shoes on your head.

“Dad! What the fuck!” you screamed back getting up from your bed. You knew it was a lost fight but you couldn’t handle the blaming and the hating once again.

“Don’t ever raise your voice to me!” he screamed at you coming to face you. You tried to show no fear but you were trembling.

“Well next time don’t throw your fucking shoes at me!” before you could scream back you fell to the ground as your father pushed you on the floor. His body overpowering you while he grabbed you but your neck almost suppressing your breath.

“Dad…” you breathed out as he left the hold on your neck.

The moment he stood up you ran towards your front door - all you wanted to do was escape that nightmare you were living.

But he was faster and stronger and while you tried to reach the door he reached you first grabbing you buy the hood of your jacket and he threw you once again on the floor, this time hurting you more and more because while falling you sprained your ankle.

“Fuck…” you hissed in pain.

“You are so dead!” he screamed at you while he threw a vase on the floor, letting all of his anger out “thinking you could escape uh? Thinking you could run to your perfect little boyfriend? So fucking pathetic!” he kept screaming. A few glasses hit your face leaving some scratches and blood.

What you and your father didn’t know is that the noise of the vase breaking alerted Olivier who was hearing every single scream you and your father were making.

“Sometimes I wished you were dead!” he shouted back at you and his words hurt you more than his punches. While you were still on the floor, shaking and crying, praying for everything to be over, your father grabbed you by the hair and made your head hit the floor so hard you almost passed out.

“I don’t want to see you ever again…” he said laughing before storming out of the door.

As he left you there all alone while your ankle was hurting and your head was bleeding.

“That’s how I’m gonna die” you thought.

Olivier still heard everything, how your father spoke to you and how you were crying. His heart was hurting, he always cared for you, sometimes he would invite you over for dinner or he would invite you as some of his games. He saw you like the daughter he never had and what hurt him the most is that he couldn’t do anything to help you. He offered you to stay at his place more than once, knowing how afraid you were living with your dad. He offered you his guest bedroom more than once when things got worse. He almost called the police twice but you begged him to not doing it. You begged him because even if it was your father hurting you it was the only family you had left after your mom passed. Olivier tried to persuade you of living with him, or accepting his help, but you didn’t want to feel like a burden for him so most of the times you refused.

This time Olivier couldn’t stand back. He heard your dad saying he wished you were dead and he couldn’t handle all the hate you were receiving so when he heard your father leaving the apartment he made sure to check on you.

“Y/n…it’s me Olivier” he gently knocked on the door. But no response.

“Y/n, can you open the door please?” he asked you in a soft voice. But still no response.

He got a bit worried as you weren’t replying but he knew you were there in the apartment.

“Y/n…I’m coming in” he said before opening the door.

What he didn’t expect to see was you laying half unconscious on the ground while your head was bleeding and your were softly crying.

“Oh my…y/n can you hear me?” he asked gently kneeling next to you. You couldn’t even reply back so you simply shook your head.

“I’m calling an ambulance okay? Hold on please…” he said while picking up the phone and dialling the emergency number.

Help came in just a few minutes and he rode with you to the hospital never leaving your side.

He was worried sick.

He got your phone with you in case someone tried to contact you or something. That’s how, once you were hospitalised, the doctors looked into your phone searching for your emergency list in case something happened to you.

Of course Kylian was the first on your list. And the one the doctors called.

When Kylian heard the doctor saying you were in the hospital and that he was the first number on your emergency list his heart dropped.

Why were you there?

So he stopped everything he was doing and rushed through the streets of Paris trying to make it to you as fast as possible.

Once there he asked for your room number at the reception and once the nurse gave it to him he ran through the long and almost too creepy hospital corridors.

“Olivier?” he asked his teammate when he saw him sitting in the waiting area.

“Kylian…what are you doing here?” he asked a bit confused.

“My girlfriend was brought here like thirty minutes ago…I was her emergency number…the doctors on the phone wouldn’t even wanted to tell me what was going on….” he said.

“Wait…what is your girlfriend name?” Olivier asked as he got his suspicion.

“Y/n…why?” Kylian asked.

“Y/n L/n…” Olivier whispered.

“Yes, how do you know her?” Kylian was beyond confused.

“I brought her here…she’s my neighbour…her dad almost beat her to death Kylian” he confessed as he watched Kylian eyes widening. His heart almost stopped.

“His father did what?” he screamed.

“She has been in this situation for a while…” Olivier confessed as he watched Kylian pacing back and forth.

“What…what are you talking about?” he asked.

“She didn’t want anyone to know…but her father laid his hands on her so many times I’ve lost count…I’ve helped her as I could and honestly I wished I could have done much more, she wouldn’t be in this position…” Olivier said.

“I had no idea” Kylian’s heart broke for you.

“No one knew Kylian…” he stood up gently patting Kylian’s shoulder.

A few hours later the doctor said you were fine and only had a concussion, but overall you were awake and doing good.

Kylian - of course - was the first one to see you.

“Hey baby…” he said sitting next to you on the hospital bed.

“Hi Kyky” you said in a soft voice.

“You scared me so much…” he confessed and you started crying a bit.

“I didn’t want you to worry Kylian…” you said as he hugged you.

“I will always worry for you baby…you’re the love of my life and seeing you like this make me suffer…why didn’t you tell me baby?” he asked you softly.

“I…I don’t know honestly…I’ve felt ashamed…my family was only just a bad and big mistake and I didn’t want you too see me as a mistake too…I just hoped it never got this far…” you cried into his shoulder.

“It’s okay baby…you’re so strong mon amour, I love you so much” he said while stroking your hair.

Olivier came next in your room and talked to you. He said how he wanted you to live with him and he absolutely hated the idea of you going back to your old home.

Olivier took care of you almost like a father and you couldn’t be more grateful.

“Oli can I talk to you for a minute?” Kylian asked him as they both exited your room to let you rest.

“I know you care for her…thank you so much for what you’ve been doing for her…for letting her stay. I asked her to stay but I feel like it’s too early and after she’s going through I don’t want to pressure her…but I see how you care for her, thank you” Kylian confessed to Olivier.

“I do really care for her Kylian, she’s like the daughter I’ve never had…seeing her in so much pain hurts me too…I’m doing everything in my power to help her” Olivier said back.

“I know…I just want you to know that she’s safe with me, she will always be safe with me” Kylian said.

“She better be or you’re dead Kyky de Bondy” Olivier joked as the boys got back into your room just to see you fast asleep.

Yes, your life sucked but you got a bit lucky in having not one, but two guardian angels looking over you.

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there's an au in my head where vader shows up at jabba's palace before luke but after leia's capture on a tip call from boba fett. leia, captive on jabba's throne, senses his arrival well before she sees him; watching his descent into the throne room, she regrets conjuring the spectre of "powerful friends" to scare jabba. vader has strangled several guards by this point; jabba doesn't care; he receives vader as though they were old business partners, without a translator. vader interrupts jabba in the middle of a self-congratulatory overture - jabba is harboring the leader of the rebel alliance, he says, pointing at leia, and must surrender her immediately. this escalates; jabba offers han instead, vader counters that jabba will relinquish the princess or die, jabba reaches for the controls to his rancor pit, leia averts her eyes, unwilling to key vader into the trapdoor beneath his feet, and suddenly vader is gone and she and the whole throne retinue are sliding, lurching, falling; they're the ones in the pit, and when she looks up, she sees vader staring down at them with an ignited lightsaber, surrounded by poorly aimed blaster fire. she looks away just as he begins to deflect it.

vader has decided to pay boba and lure luke and punish jabba all at once; he leapt over the throne and pushed its occupants with the force, pickled frogs and leia included, into the rancor pit. he still fully intends that leia be made his prisoner - he doesn't want to kill his best line to luke - he simply assumes that since she's survived him, she can survive anything. as it happens, leia does escape the rancor because it feasts on the stunned jabba first, breaking the chain that connected her to him; dodging the panicking attendants, who also end up eaten or mauled, she finds the pit entrance and secures herself by bringing down the threshold gate. if vader's right about leia, though, he's wrong here about luke, who isn't provoked into appearing. becoming impatient - having slaughtered every guard who hasn't fled - vader deprives artoo of luke's hidden saber and decides to draw luke to him where he cannot fail to appear. stuck between gates in the dungeon, leia shrieks and missteps, slicing open her boot and her foot on a misplaced axe; vader has materialized silently, like a shadow that shouldn't be in the desert. he's in a foul mood; ignoring her limp, he pulls her out by the chain still attached to her neck (because he's petty and hasn't forgotten her comment about his 'leash') all the way to his private ship (the nubian j-type that symbolizes and effected his removal from tatooine, the ship he has in the comics). with usual bumbling luck (let's say his restraining bolt no longer works because jabba is dead), threepio trails them and ends up boarding too, commenting blithely about the ship's royal trappings.

well aware luke is on tatooine, vader doesn't leave the planet; flying in a way that leia first thinks is just intended to keep her off-balance, he heads for the lars homestead. lashed to the co-pilot's seat and without a sense of their direction, leia looks at featureless sand and can't help but call up the map in her mind to where obi-wan would have lived. it's popular fanon that vader can't read leia's mind owing to natural mental shields; I could see exploring an alternative where he can sense her strong emotions, where he does swoop in and catch the fish swimming right at the surface - only that what he catches is what she's chosen to sacrifice, or what she sees no reason to hide. what to him is a prize is to her an acceptable loss. so maybe in this au, there's this history between them: on the death star, she'd given up that obi-wan was part of her mission, anticipating that he'd be on alderaan and out of reach, while protecting the location of the rebel base; maybe that's why she survived her interrogation, because vader had gone so distracted with the bait that he'd lost interest in the fish. point being, vader is well aware that she's thinking about obi-wan right at this moment, and leia is chilled to realize, just from the quality of his silence, that she knows that he knows.

but this soon doesn't matter, because she realizes they're being pursued by what's left of jabba's guard and the millenium falcon. vader is possibly an even crazier pilot in atmosphere than in space, performing stomach-turning stunts like killing the ship's engines and going into a freefall dive to get each attacker but the more distant falcon to destroy itself; the falcon he shakes off by heading straight into a massive sandstorm. droid-like as he is, leia realizes he doesn't rely on the ship's instruments when the storm causes half to fail and they still make it past flying debris. after landing, vader orders leia to put on a flightsuit and helmet before they exit into the storm, lest she take unnecessary further damage. freeing herself of the mask the moment they're in an enclosed part of the homestead - which required passing through a courtyard open to the hostile elements - leia is first surprised by vader's choice of an abandoned hovel, then concerned when threepio reveals where they are. the more details threepio spills (the more the limits of his memory banks are revealed to vader), the more uneasy leia becomes. luke's family died because of the empire. but they'd still be alive, she can't help but think, had she not sent the death star plans to this planet. perhaps enjoying this dark turn to her thoughts, vader doesn't interrupt the flow of commentary. evidently unfazed by his own role in murdering luke's family, he prowls through their home as though it were his own castle. leia can imagine he's designing a trap for luke. silently, she implores him to stay away.

luke doesn't come. a massive piece of farming equipment, left unmaintained for too long and violently unmoored by the storm, smashes into vader's ship, taking out an engine. bounty hunters hired by angry hutts try to finish the job; vader kills them, but not before they've set his ship on fire. and vader starts to go slightly more mad than usual; the tatooine sand in his suit and smoke preventing use of his ship's hyperbaric chamber and luke's refusal to acknowledge his psychic pleading/threats and threepio's obviously mindwiped chatter and leia's scorching presence, her immense grief and scorn, her way of judging without having to speak a word - it all warps, and blurs, as he paces like the suit is cooking him from inside, and touches the wall disjointedly, and makes sudden disappearances to repair his ship with cheap moisturizer parts. for her part, leia is judging. she knows why vader wants her alive, and she's angry to be used again as bait, to say the least. and she's also judging her own chances: she's not eaten, not had access to water, she's lost a good deal of blood, her foot is bandaged with dirty cloth, and luke's lightsaber is hanging from vader's belt, tantalizingly near.

she tries to goad vader, to distract him from his ship repairs and the trap he's creating and the second lightsaber on his belt. he's become predictable, and luke won't come. she has no reason to hide her love for luke, so when vader lashes out mentally - jealously pilfering surface impressions of luke from her mind - he can remain blind to her intentions. only vader is paying real attention to her now that he's gotten to taste those memories, she's fed a hunger she hadn't known could devour, and she understands that he's draining her, taking from her, that she's shriveling up from thirst and regret and this connection. he's seeing her value as for the first time and isn't seeing her at all - and when threepio begins crying for help, drawing vader's attention away, leia is certain she is going to die.

vader wants to know when threepio entered her service. threepio is only too glad to answer exactly. leia is too depleted to care about what he shares - better that he spill the secrets of the dead captain antilles than having vader back in her head - she drifts into unconsciousness, and dreams. she's back at the palace in aldera, in the oval garden, where a stone statue of queen amidala had stood watch over beds of white asters. leia had liked to look into the child-queen's solemn face - her mother had often brought her here to tell her stories of amidala's adventures - but in her dream she is facing the statue's back, a meaningless circumstance that somehow chills her. she circles closer and yet can't get around to the front, and the harder she tries the more the details slip from her, until she can't even remember amidala's face. this too, she has lost.

anyway, that's the setup. it escalates from there. vader is paying enough attention to entertain new suspicions about luke's strong feelings for leia; amongst the many other threatening things he does, he finds desert cacti and makes leia drink the nectar. (for all she knows, it's poison, and the spikes on the surface cut her fingers and press against her face like needles.) leia, still certain she is dying, commits to saving luke as her final act, which she believes means killing vader. vader repairs his ship; leia ensures the self-destruct goes off while they're both on it. vader absorbs the blast, keeping leia alive at the cost of compromising his own life support; suddenly faced with the chance to fulfil her wish, luke's lightsaber in her hands, leia finds herself unable to follow through - because vader tells her to do it.

at last, a figure on the horizon. luke is come.

#darth vader #leia organa #long post #fic idea #this is 99% vibes with vanishing traces of plot and structure and substance #sometimes little films will play in my head #I can describe the framing and blocking and how the shots are edited #but can't for the life of me write fiction #or piece the little films together into a sensible composition #so am expelling them here to be rid of them

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