#ethan my love how the hell else did you expect this to go you are insulting the guy who tortured you to his face

[whump-captain]

- Day 21 -

Prompt: “Please”

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@crash-bump-bring-the-whump​ i believe u said u wanted to see Ethan begging? here he is begging (◡‿◡)

this is probably longer than it needs to be but i had lots of fun writing the dialogue for once lol

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CN: restraints, broken bone (pre-established), interrogation, strangling, torture, cutting, scalpels, hair grabbing, tape gag, bag over head

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Ethan gasped when the bag was ripped off of his head. The light, though dim, was enough to make him wince after what felt like hours in the dark. He blinked quickly, trying to force the world back into focus.

The first thing he felt clearly was a grip of rope around his arms. His stomach sank. He lurched forward and the chair scraped on the bare floor. Pain shot through his arm, dispelling the haze completely. On instinct, he raised his right hand to shield himself and froze in surprise when he succeeded.

He was only tied to the back of the chair, not the armrests. The rope went around one of his biceps, then behind his back, and then around the other. It wrenched his shoulders back uncomfortably but still, a wave of nauseating relief washed over him. They didn’t tie down his broken arm.

A shadow fell on him and drew his gaze up. Ethan shuddered when Linde gave him a tight-lipped, professional smile.

“Good morning, Ethan,” Linde said. His voice was smooth and amiable but in his eyes was a glint of something cold and dangerous, like frostbite creeping through dying tissue. Circling the chair, he nodded his head towards Ethan’s arm. “I’ve done you a favour, as you can see. I’m hoping we can have a constructive conversation.”

Anger lit up in Ethan’s chest and made his face flush. How dare this man say that to him? After barely letting him speak the last time, after causing him so much pain?

“Me, too,” he hissed.

“Constructive and honest,” Linde added. “Lying only wastes both of our time.”

“Yeah.” Ethan’s voice shook like the rest of him. But behind the cracked lenses of his glasses, his gaze was hard. “But you’re the one who’s lying.”

Linde stopped his pacing. “Excuse me?”

“You don’t really believe I’m a spy. If you did, you’d turn me over to someone, or you’d- you’d kill me.” Ethan barely managed to get those words out. “It doesn’t make sense.”

Linde regarded him, his face unreadable. Ethan fought to keep his breathing even, hating how clear it was that he was afraid. He set his jaw tight and met the other man’s eye defiantly.

Finally, Linde turned. He tapped his fingers together behind his back, falling back into his slow prowl. 

“You’re perceptive,” he said. His small smile almost looked satisfied. “No, I don’t believe you’re a threat. If I did, you’re right, I would eliminate you.” He took a step forward and Ethan flinched. “But I see through you. You think that you’re above the consequences of what you do. You’re arrogant.”

“What?”

“You really thought you could infiltrate one of the most secure places in North America. You thought you could just… Walk in. And lie your way out of it.” Linde sounded almost offended. He lifted his chin slightly. “It’s about the principle of things. If I allowed something this brazen to go unaddressed, what kind of officer would that make me? Hm? If I didn’t find out the truth before turning you in?”

He leaned in close and all air seemed to leave the room. His shadow on Ethan’s face blacked out reality and pulled Ethan back through time, into the memory of agony.

“You’re wrong,” he managed through gritted teeth. “I didn’t infiltrate anything, you brought me here!” His voice rose and then cracked as his throat constricted. “You’re the one who’s arrogant because you refuse to listen to anything I say! I told you the truth, you’re just too stubborn to realise it.”

“Brazen,” Linde repeated. He seemed to savour the word. “I told you, I can see right through you. No matter how well you lie.”

He drifted to the other side of the room, where shadows outlined the shape of a table. Even though the distance between them grew, Ethan’s heart beat even faster now.

“Why do you need me to say anything, then?” he asked. He dug his fingers into the armrest to hide their trembling. “You made up your mind, you’re happy with your story, just turn me in, then. Let me talk to someone above you.”

“Like I said.” Linde ran his hand along the table’s surface and something clinked. “Principle. I don’t just want the truth. I want it from you.” 

The sudden force of his stare made Ethan recoil. Something cold crystallised in the air between them. He recognized the cold in Linde’s eyes and it made a hollow pit open in his stomach.

“Let’s start simple,” the captain said, taking a leisurely step forward. His hands were behind his back again. “How did you get to this island, Ethan?”

“On a boat.” Even the short sentence made Ethan’s breath come heavy. “It’s on the eastern shore, you can check.”

“Good. Now, how did you know where to find this island?”

“I- I followed a radar.” No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t keep his breathing even. “There was an anomaly registered by a weather station on the mainland and- I followed that. It didn’t lead to the island but the- the area around it. I- I didn’t know it was here. I almost crashed.”

Linde lowered his head and gave a quiet sigh. ”Weather station,” he repeated, almost amused.

“Yes! You can call them, they’ll tell you what time I left, which boat I took out, it’s all on the record.”

“You’re very thorough.”

“And you’re not!” The chair scraped forward with the force of Ethan’s shout. “Because you refuse to do the bare minimum to verify your claims and find-”

Linde seized his throat. The impact strangled Ethan’s words and pushed his head backwards.

“I was honest with you,” Linde said quietly. “Civil. And in return, you don’t just lie to me, you start insulting me.” His grip tightened. “I thought you were a smart man, Ethan, don’t make me change my mind.” 

Ethan couldn’t struggle. The rope held him fast, Linde’s fingers dug into his skin. With every torturous second, his lungs compressed, fighting, until it felt like they were on fire. His mouth moved soundlessly around smothered cries. Burning white danced in his vision, blurring everything into a cacophony of melting colours. A horrible buzz filled his ears - his own rushing blood. He barely heard Linde’s words:

“Let’s move on.”

Ethan strained pointlessly, he couldn’t reach the hand choking him. His fingers clawed at the air. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t run, he couldn’t breathe. 

Linde spoke loud and his voice ripped through the static in Ethan’s head: “You think I’m wasting time, let’s cut straight to the chase. Who sent you here? And choose your answer very carefully because, believe me.” He leaned in closer and squeezed Ethan’s throat, fingers like iron bars. “My patience is running thin.”

Then he released him. Ethan choked on a gasp and immediately convulsed in a coughing fit. Air forced itself back into his body and every breath made his chest feel like it would burst. He couldn’t stop his voice escaping, he wheezed and groaned with every involuntary, fitful exhale. Linde stood motionless, watching him. Waiting. 

“I wasn’t- sent here,” Ethan choked out finally. His throat burned, the pain of the forming bruises enclosed his windpipe and made every word hurt. “I’m not here for- whatever this place is. It’s the truth.” It wasn’t a shout anymore, but a plea. He fought for breath, fought to stay afloat in his own battered body. 

Footsteps made him look up. Linde’s silhouette doubled and swayed before him, turning back towards the table. When he came into focus, he was holding a scalpel.

 “Wait.” Ethan’s voice cracked. “You- you don’t have to-” he stammered. “Please, I don’t know what you want me to say.”

Linde grabbed a fistful of his hair and wrenched his head sideways. “I thought it was simple.” He brought the scalpel close to Ethan’s neck. “I want you to tell me who sent you.”

“I was- I’m- I-” The metal reflected in Ethan’s wide eyes. He was shaking so much his glasses slipped down his nose. “The- Th- The CIA! Fine? The CIA sent me, you don’t have to- Please, don’t do this, I’m-”

“Now you’re just making things up,” Linde said.

He sliced down, across Ethan’s clavicle. The blade parted fabric, skin, and muscle like paper. Ethan screamed, his body twisting with tension. Linde pulled his head back by the hair and cut open his shirt, exposing the deep wound. 

“That’s the first,” he said. He sank the scalpel into Ethan’s shoulder and dragged it slowly down. Metal scraped against bone. Pain burned through Ethan’s mind, forced a ragged, stuttering howl out of him. His breathless groans almost drowned out Linde’s ice cold voice when he finished:

“And that’s the second lie you’ve told me.” He tilted the scalpel and more blood poured out of the widened cut. “Are you still with me?” He brought his face close to Ethan’s. “Is this a waste of time?”

“Stop,” Ethan gasped. “Please. This is all- a mistake.” His breath hitched, words fragmented into high-pitched, desperate noises of pain. Linde’s eyes shone like a snowstorm.

“I’m losing my patience.”

The next cut was diagonal, crossing over the already damaged skin. Ethan’s scream rose and then faltered, he convulsed in the restraints. The blade tilted again and ran slowly just under the skin, slicing it away from muscle - one side, then the next. Lines of living fire spilled through Ethan’s body, one after the other, emerging with each new stream of thick blood pouring out. He could only sob now, his throat raw and lungs empty. He had no time to breathe between the cuts.

“Tell me.” Linde’s voice was no more than a hiss. “Anything.”

Ethan could barely see. The pain blurred everything into a red haze.

“Please,” he whispered.

The grip on his hair tightened. The added tension made him groan as the scored skin shifted. Then it disappeared and his head lolled forward. The room spun. Footsteps mixed with the pounding of Ethan’s heart in his ears.

Something made a loud scraping noise and then Linde said: “I’ll let you think about it.”

He pressed a strip of tape over Ethan’s mouth. Ethan wheezed desperately, his breath hitching against the barrier. Another cry died in his throat and only made it out as a muffled whimper. 

Then Linde put the bag over his head again. He said: “This can come off when you’re ready for a constructive conversation.”

When the next incision came, Ethan couldn’t even brace for it.

#wij23day21 #whumpmasinjuly2023 #whump #whump writing #whump ocs #oc whump #torture whump #interrogation whump #captain's stuff #captain's ocs #kintsugi #im a strange kind of pleased with this one lol #the prose is kinda w/e i think bc i rushed it a bit and was kind of just letting myself get into a flow #but i like the concept and the scene and for once the dialogue lol #ethan my love how the hell else did you expect this to go you are insulting the guy who tortured you to his face #clinically unable to shut his mouth for 5 seconds so sad #it's weird writing this version of kintsugi bc i developed it mostly in a completely different direction for the feature length story #and like i have a much better grasp of Ethan as a character now #but also Linde has been like Completely reworked and his motivation is entirely different #but i did that bc his role in the feature story is different #whereas here he's still mostly The Whumper™ #and he's not meant to set up nearly as many future plot points and such #anyway #have some Ethan torture i should write it more often lol

[enchxanting]

our love is god [ethan landry] pt. 3

read part 2 here || all parts

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: angst, alcohol abuse, partying, slight physical altercation (v v minor)

a/n: bro this chapter is so long i literally can't help myself when it comes to angst. i promised ethan content last chapter and i will continue to deliver! also ik the formatting is weird on mobile but I cannot be bothered to fix it my b!!

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To say that the car ride is tense would be a gross understatement. It would be more apt to call it torture.

Chad hates listening to the radio when he drives, so we sit in silence. Tara lays claim to the passenger’s seat, so Anika, Mindy, and I cram into the back. It’s claustrophobic without a real middle seat, Mindy perched in the divide.

My breathing becomes shallower, but I can’t tell if it’s caused by the recycled air or the tension between Tara and me. This car ride is never going to end.

Until, miraculously, it does. Chad parks across the street from an unassuming two-story house. We pile out, and I can finally breathe again, reveling in the cool night air.

After I’ve calmed down, I chase after Tara. “Hey, Tar, wait. Can we talk?”

Her brow furrows slightly. “What, Y/N?”

“I don’t want there to be any, um, weird vibe between us tonight. I know earlier was tough, and Sam can be overbearing but she cares about you, and I…” I trail off. I can tell this isn’t working.

Tara avoids my gaze. “It’s fine, Y/N, seriously. Let’s just have fun, okay?”

I want to try again, but she turns on her heels and walks away, catching up to Chad. Nowhere else to go, I trail behind them, following their lead through a side door into the building.

There are people everywhere, way more than I was expecting for a community college party. They’re scattered throughout the first floor, arranged haphazardly in a mess of armchairs, mismatched sofas, and various surfaces that are now being used for beer pong. I look for a familiar face in the crowd, but I’ve already lost my friends.

Now alone, I decide it’s a better time than any to drink my feelings away. I reach into a nearby cooler, not caring what comes up. It’s terrible beer, but I don’t super care right now. All I want is to forget about the way Tara looked at me during her fight with Sam.

I find an empty corner and watch the crowd. Even though this is a small town, I don’t recognize many people. I see a few kids who could be in my class, people I might have forged an absence for, but no one I’ve had a real conversation with. I keep scanning the crowd until I realize who I’m really looking for: Ethan. Ethan-who-I-haven’t-actually-met-yet-Ethan. My face goes red, and I know I must look like an idiot standing in the corner and blushing to myself.

I’m distracted from my daydreams by Tara and Chad, who move into the unofficial dance floor. She’s feeling herself, clearly slightly tipsy already (I don’t know how, considering we’ve been here for all of 10 minutes). I drink some more of my beer as I watch them dance together. As she loses herself in the music, I notice how intently Chad is watching her, a shy smile creeping onto his face. I laugh quietly. How did I miss that?

Tara doesn’t seem to notice his obvious infatuation. She dances towards the cooler I pulled my beer from, finding one of her own. I watch in mixed horror and amazement as she downs half the can. I guess she wasn’t kidding about getting shitfaced, then.

I’m suddenly overcome by melancholy– not atypical when I’m kinda drunk. Tonight, though, after the mess with Tara and the long car ride, it feels shittier than usual. There are too many people here, my feet hurt from standing, and the music is too loud. I need to get the hell out of here. But Chad’s my ride, and he’s not leaving Tara anytime soon. With no other option, I head upstairs.

It takes me five tries to find a room that’s unlocked, but I eventually stumble my way into a small guest room, locking the door behind me. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths.

“Uh– sorry. I can leave?”

My eyes snap open as quickly as they shut. You’ve got to be kidding me.

Reclining on the bed is none other than Ethan fucking Landry. I can’t decide whether to thank God or curse him.

“Oh, shit, no, it’s fine, sorry– you’re good,” I say. “I just, um, just needed a quiet place to hide for a little and this room was unlocked but if you’re here already it’s chill–”

“No, no, you’re good. I was doing the same thing.” He nervously runs a hand through his curls, and it’s so endearing that my heart skips a beat. “You can, um… you could stay? I don’t mind.” He scoots over, making room for me.

I know what I’d usually do here– make a polite excuse and hide in a bathroom– but between my desperation for reprieve and the liquid courage from earlier, I feel like trying something else.

So, I join him, kicking off my shoes and sitting against the backboard. “Thanks,” I say. “I really, really need a break.”

He chuckles a little. “Don’t mention it, really. I’m Ethan.”

“Oh, I know.” Holy shit. Why the fuck did I say that?

His eyes widen a little. “Wait, really? How?”

I search for an acceptable answer. “Um, my friend Mindy said that she had American History with you. Not a lot of new kids around here besides me, especially not right after spring break, so… I looked you up?”

He smirks slightly. “Huh, stalker much?” I open my mouth to protest, but he cuts me off. “It’s okay, I, um, ‘looked you up’ too. After lunch today. Just… curious, I guess.”

We both laugh a little at this. It’s exciting to know that he’s interested in me, too. I’ve never had any guys reciprocate that kind of thing.

“So, what did you hope to find?” he asks. “What do you want to know?”

I pause. “Everything, I guess. Why’d you come here, in the middle of the year?”

“Dad got transferred. He’s a cop, a detective, but they wanted to replace him in his department. They couldn’t fire him without a bunch of legal shit involved, so they transferred him here.”

“Good fucking luck,” I laugh. “This town doesn’t have the cleanest crime record.”

“Eh, I’m used to it,” he says. “We’ve moved around all my life… Dallas, Baton Rouge, Vegas, Sacramento… Woodsboro.”

“Jesus. Who’s we?”

“My sister and I. Quinn. She’s actually the reason I’m here– she’s taking some classes during her gap year. Trying to apply to bigger colleges. I would usually never come to this sort of thing, which is why I’m, uh, hiding upstairs.

“Me either,” I say. “My friends dragged me here. Tara picked out this outfit and everything. I feel so weird.”

His eyes drift over me. “I mean… I think you look really good?”

I meet his gaze. The tension between us is suddenly real– it’s almost suffocating. All I can think about is how much I want to kiss him, and I’ve almost made up my mind to do it when I hear a commotion from down the hall.

I pull away, concerned. There’s a second of something dark on his face before it’s replaced with his typical bashful demeanor. “What do you think that was?” he asks.

As much as I want to stay here with him, something tells me I need to see what’s wrong. “I don’t know, we should go look.”

I open the door to a disturbing sight. Some guy has a visibly intoxicated Tara by the arm. Chad, Anika, and Mindy are following him as he tries to take her into one of the rooms. My heart sinks and my palms go sweaty. I feel sick– I can’t let this happen. As he walks through the hall, I get in his way. “Hey, man, let her go. She’s done for the night.”

Tara drunkenly puts her arm on my shoulder. “No, no, Y/N, it’s okay. I’m good.”

The guy sneers at me. “Yeah, dude, we’re good.”

There is no way in hell I am letting this happen. “No, ‘dude,’ we’re not good. Let her go. Trust me. You don’t want this.” I motion to my friends behind us, who all look ready to get messy.

The guy falters, muttering something sounding suspiciously similar to “whatever, bitch,” and lets Tara go. I watch him walk away before turning back to Tara. “Oh my god, Tar, are you okay? I can’t believe that.”

I expect a hug, a thank-you, or maybe just a smile. The stinging of her hand against my cheek is shocking, to say the least.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” she says. “I can’t believe you did that, you fucking embarrassed me!”

I rub my cheek. “Are you kidding, Tara? That guy was a dick, he was going to take advantage of you!”

“So fucking what?” She’s yelling now. “If I want to hook up with an asshole, that’s my decision. Or, or, if I want to argue with my sister over some dumb party, I’ll do it, and I don’t need anyone’s opinion. Don’t pretend like you know shit about me or my life, because you don’t. You think you can show up here after what happened last year and act like you know any of us that lived it, but you don’t, Y/N. You fucking don’t! So leave me alone, and stay out of my fucking business.”

I’m frozen. I don’t know if I’m feeling more hurt, angry, embarrassed, or just plain sad. For her to say those things, to, in some way, confirm my biggest fears about Woodsboro… I don’t know. I don’t know what to say or do.

But Tara doesn’t wait for me to figure it out. She stumbles away, pushing past Chad, Mindy, and Anika. The twins rush after her, presumably worried about her ability to stand straight. Anika lingers for a second, giving me a pitying look and mouthing “I’m so sorry” before running off.

Though I understand their actions (Tara is drunker than I am, more unpredictable, and more likely to get hurt) their absence still stings. My eyes well with hot tears. Everything is out of control.

I turn around to compose myself and notice Ethan standing in the doorway. “Are you okay, Y/N?” he says.

Sweet, shy, Ethan. His big brown eyes are looking straight at mine for the first time that night– it makes me shiver.

All I want is to get out of this house. Leave. With him.

So I ask him, “Do you want to get out of here?”

#ethan landry #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry fanfiction #scream 2023 #scream 6 #heathers #heathers au #high school au #jack champion

[cariantha]

Chosen at random! 3, 12, 21, 36, 47, 55, 61, 79, 80, 92

I'm greedy, sorry 😆

Hi there! And thank you! I'm going to answer these from my current timeline which would put E&S in Book 2, a couple weeks after the poison attack. I also answered these interview style, so I'm going to include my tag list.

Make Me Admit Stuff

#3: Have you taken someone's virginity?

Sawyer: "No."

Ethan: "Yes." (And I may or may not be currently working on a fic that will reveal who with).😉

#12: Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?

Sawyer: "Yes. Several."

Ethan: "What the hell are 'skinny' jeans?"

Sawyer: "Ethan, they are the kind that I wear. You know, the style that made you curse in frustration the other night as you tried to remove them."

Ethan: "Ah, yes, I have a love/hate relationship with those jeans. But I think I have the technique down now. Unzip, fold down, and peel away."

#21: Are you in a good mood?

Sawyer: "Today ... today has been one of the better days."

She glances at Ethan for reassurance.

Ethan: "Yes..."

He looks lovingly at Sawyer and squeezes her hand.

Ethan: "It's been a good day."

#36: Do you know where the last person you kissed is?

Ethan: "Yes."

Sawyer: (points to Ethan)

#47: Who was the last person to call you?

Sawyer: "My mom. She's been checking in everyday since...it happened."

Ethan: "Naveen. To also check on how Sawyer is doing--"

Sawyer: (covering his hand with hers) "And you..."

#55: Favorite type of fruit pie?

Sawyer: "That's a tough one. I love cherry and apple. Not a big fan of peach. Hmm, if I had to pick just one, I'd go with Razzleberry. It's a mix of raspberries, blueberries and blackberries. Though I do love lemon and key lime too. Really anything tart."

Ethan: (distracted)

Sawyer: "Ethan? What about you?"

Ethan: (looks up from his phone where he was Googling Razzleberry pie recipes) "Oh, uh, Dutch apple."

#61: Wear a bath robe?

Ethan: "No."

Sawyer: "Only because I live with roommates. If I lived on my own, then no."

#79: What was the last concert you saw?

Ethan: "Garth Brooks."

Sawyer: (snaps her head to Ethan in surprise and laughs) "That is not what I was expecting you to say."

Ethan: "Naveen is a huge fan. When I heard that Garth's tour was coming to town last year, I gifted him a pair of tickets for his birthday. He insisted that I go with him."

Sawyer: "Did you wear a cowboy hat and boots?"

Ethan: "No." (starts scrolling through this phone) "But Naveen did. He had the big belt buckle too. I have a picture here somewhere. What about you?"

Sawyer: "Justin Bieber."

Ethan: (rolls his eyes)

Sawyer: "Hey! Don't judge me. I went with my baby sister."

Ethan: "Oh, I'm so judging you right now."

Sawyer: (murmurs under her breath) "My mama don't like you and she likes everyone."

Ethan: "What?"

Sawyer: "Nothing. Next question."

#80: Hot tea or cold tea?

Ethan: "Cold."

Sawyer: "I'm not a fan of either. But if I'm sick and desperate for some relief, I'll sip on some hot tea."

#92: Do you want to get married?

Sawyer: "Yes? I've always pictured myself married one day. But is it a deal breaker if I meet the 'one?' Not necessarily. For me, it's not about the certificate or the title and name change. I just want the promise of commitment. And to be honest, most of my hesitation about getting married has more to with the actual wedding. My mother is a wedding planner, and the thought of her insisting on a huge, over the top wedding makes me break out in hives. If I get married, I want my wedding to be intimate and romantic. I want to be present and savor every moment with my partner. I don't want to be the main attraction at a circus, dancing and performing for everyone else just because it's 'tradition.' Does that makes any sense?"

Ethan: (looks to Sawyer) "I didn't used to think so. But one thing I've learned recently is...it's impossible to know what the future will bring."

Tagging: @potionsprefect @jamespotterthefirst @annfg8 @peonierose @socalwriterbee @tessa-liam @jerzwriter @quixoticdreamer16 @mysticalgalaxysstuff @inlocusmads @txemrn @trappedinfanfiction @mvalentine @takemyopenheart @openheartforeverinmyheart @coffeeheartaddict2 @genevievemd @starrystarrytrouble @hopelessromantic1352 @kyra75 @lsvdw-blog @rookiemartin @headoverheelsforramsey

#thanks for the ask! #make me admit stuff #ethan x sawyer

[moonys-love]

i know this is abrupt and wild but GENLOSS?? I NEED TO TALK ABT THIS

CW GENLOSS SPOILERS, MENTIONS OF DEATH, BIG INFODUMP TIME (most if not all of this is without proper spelling or grammar, and in caps :)

(for the ppl who followed me for wh content IM SORRY VERY SORRY IVE BEEN SICK AND OVERWORKED IM GOIJGNTO WORK ON IT SOON) (ALSO ILL PROBAVLY MAYBE WEITE GENLOSS STUFF??)

FIRST OFF, LOVED THE EPISODES

the acting was amazing, especially ranboos seeing as in the first episode they literally got injured bc of a wire, AND THE FINAL SCENE?? had me crying bro i did not expect my streamer to be begging for death!! nikis crying in episode two was also MARVELOUS

ALSO HE HAD A CHANCE TO LIVE WHEN I FOUND OUT (the behind the scenes gl account said that there was an actual live option!) GUT ABSOLUTELY WRENCHING (like patient charlie!! too soon?)

WHEN THE VOTE ENEED AND THE BOX CLOSED, THEY SIDNT DIE IMMEDIATELY. YOU CAN SEE THEM FUCKING TWITCH JUST A BIT AND SECONDS LATER THEY GO LIMP

seeing him crying for us to let him live, then to let him die, and the pure fucking emotions you can hear in their voice AND THAT YOU CAN SEE

the point in episode two when sneeg FIGURED OUT WHAG WAS HAPPENEINF AND ALMOST ESCAPED JSUT TO BECOME PART OF THR MACHINE MY JAW WAS ON. THE. FLOOR. AND WHEN NIKI DIED? THEN VINNY(??) DIED?? THEN IT WAS ETHAN (i believe that was the first blood that’s wasn’t a “glitch”!! AND ENDING IT WITH SNEEG AND AUSTIN GETTING CRUSHED

I DID NOT TRUST THE HUTCH GUY (?? the hacker dude??) THE WAY THEY REFUSED TO LET RANBOO JUST ESCAPE AND THEN WAS ALL LIKE “oh they’re safe!! yeah the weird spaghetti ennard wire monster that is actively trying to get you won’t!! and neither will the security “people” who are just standing there!! why are you shutting the door you’re fine!!” PLUS THEY REFUSED TO ANSWER ANY OF RANBOOS WUESTIONS ABT STUFF LIKE HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN HERE YADADA

RANBOO WAS TAPPING SOS IN BOTH EPISODE ONE AND TWO (AT LEAST ONCE FROM WHAT IVE SEEN)

IN EPISODE 1 WHEN HE WAS LAYING DOWN ON THE COUCH (i believe from intermission?) THEY WERE TAPPING IT ON THE SIDE OF THE COUCH

ALSO, IN EPISODE 2 IN THE FASHION ROOM WHEN I THINK THEY WERE TURNED AROUND FOR THE SECOND TIME, HES STANDING NEXT TO ETHAN NAD THEYRE ZONING OUT TAPPING IT, THEN THEIR HAND STOPS HIM. ???

i truly believe that the bow from the exit to reveal (whom we thought was dead) hutch was cinematic. absolutely disgusting to know that i was right abt my feeling abt them, but it was still a great twist.

I HAVE NOT TALKED MUCH ABT EPISODE ONE OH

the painting? that’s in charlies room?? he’s able to put his fingers together, unlike the demon charlie earlier when ranboo was making food. my thought was that it was charlie before he got turned into the slime demon, but now idk what to make of it

CHARLIE WOKE UP IN A NEW BUGSTTI!!

I LOVE THAT DEMON CHARLIE WAS STILL ALIVE IN THE RAG THE ENTIRE TIME HE JUST DIDNT SAY A WORD

ALSORHAY IT WAS SPECIFICALLY CHRISTIAN HELL

WHENEVER RANBOO BROKE THE FOURTH WALL I WOULD JS STARE AT HIM ONCE I WAVED I WAS JS LIKE “hello!! i am not trying to murder you!!”

ALSO THIS ONE IMAGE FROM THE TEASER STUFF

LOOK FAMILIAR??

AFTER I WATCHED IT I LOOKED AT THIS SCENE AND WAS JUST LIKE "this is very familiar. OH WAIT-"

THERES NOT MUCH ELSE FOR ME TO SAY (if there is i’ll make another post :) EXECPT FOR RANBOO

IF YOU ARE IN FACT, READING THIS (if so, hello :) but also) SCREW YOU /j AND THANK YOU FOR CREATING THIS MASTERPIECE I CANNOT WAIT FOR MORE ABT GENLOSS (i can guarantee you it’s becoming a new hyperfixstion ppls help me)

anyways i have no more slime i mean slime i mean slime i mean slime i mean slime i mean slime i mean slime-

#SORRY PEOPLE WHO WERE NOT EXPECTING THIS POST #GENLOSS WAS SO FUNKY #THE BRAINROT IS REAL #RANBOO I WOULD TAG YOU (probably not) IF I HAD THE BALLS #WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE SO SAD THOUGH #ranboo my good sir just one word #what. #so no head? /j #genlosers #gl #genloss #generation loss #ranboo #ranboolive #gl!sneeg #sneeg #sneegsnag #gl!slimecicle #charlie slimecicle #slimecicle #slmccl #gl!ethan #ethan nestor #gl!niki #niki nihachu

[genevievemd]

Peace

Book: Open Heart: Second Year (2.16) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Genevieve McClure) Word Count: 718 Rating: G Category: Fluff, Ethan POV Trope(s):

A/N: After dropping Louise off at rehab, Ethan has a startling revelation. 

Warnings: none

A/N: Just some baby fluff to end your day. Includes the fluff prompt for @choicesficwriterscreations​ “Please be prompt” Event. 

And as always, this is set in my canon, aka Saraland, Open Heart (Sara’s Version) if you will. 

They pull quietly into the parking lot of Edenbrook, his hand still tightly holding hers. There was so much Ethan wanted to say to Genevieve on the drive back from the rehab center. But, there was really no proper way to thank her for what’s she’s given him. 

Dealing with his mother’s return, and her addiction, was one of the hardest things Ethan has ever had to endure. It opened wounds he’d previously thought had healed, put a wedge between him and his father, had Ethan feeling like the lonely eleven year old boy he once was. 

And Genevieve had given him a place to feel everything, offering him a soft smile and warm hug. A steady hand to hold. 

All while going through her own trauma. 

She was there for him, like no one else. And that meant more to Ethan than he could ever put into words.

“You okay?” Her voice is gentle, accompanied by her hand squeezing his. 

“Surprisingly, yes. Thanks to you.” 

“I didn’t do anything.” 

“You did. Just knowing I have someone, truly, have someone I can turn to, means everything.” He turns in his seat to face her the best he can, his throat suddenly tight with emotion. 

The sun coming through the passenger side window illuminates her in a halo. Making her appear like an angel sent from heaven. He doesn’t even believe in heaven, or hell, or angels. But in that moment, he’s almost willing. 

Because if there was anyone worthy of a title like that, it was her. 

She was beautiful, full of patience and grace, with a heart so big it could cover the entire city of Boston. Genevieve offered him everything he needed without ever expecting anything in return. 

“What?” She tilts her head, eyebrow raised. 

“I…” Ethan takes a deep breath, reaching to take her other hand. 

His heart beats rapidly in his chest, as if it’s steadily singing I Love You, Genevieve. He’s so ridiculously in love with her that it consumes every inch of his body and soul. 

But he can’t tell her that, not yet. Not with their relationship still a secret, the hospital still in danger of closing, and her still trying to find her footing after the attack. 

He’ll tell her, when the time is right. For now, he’ll settle for another truth. One that startled him just as much as his revolution of never-ending love. 

“I feel safe with you.” 

“You do?” Genevieve’s lips part in shock, leaning over the center console to place a hand over his heart. 

“I do. I’ve never felt this kind of peace, like I could let someone in, but you… I’m at a loss as to how to explain it, for once I don’t have the words, but you’ve made me feel as though I can be myself and feel whatever I need without fear of judgement.” 

“Ethan,” She gives him the most sincere and softest smile, before quickly pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “I’m honored to know I’ve made you feel safe, because you’ve done the same for me.” 

“I’m glad.” He takes her face in his hand, thumb caressing her skin. “I’ll always be your safe haven, G. Always.” 

“”Right back at you, babe.” 

“I know that was a joke, but I honestly don’t hate it as much as I have in the past.” 

“Good to know.” Gen smiles before closing the distance between them once more. 

The warmth of her lips is a startling contrast to the winter chill slowly filling the car. It seeps into his bones, replacing the cold left by the sting of his mother’s return and the unease of forgiving her. 

“We should probably go inside.” Gen tries to pull away, but Ethan is having none of it. 

Unwilling to let this movement of peace end. 

“Not yet. One more kiss, and then I’ll let you go.” 

“Just one?” 

“For now.” 

As their lips connect once more, he’s suddenly struck with the vision of a future. 

With Genevieve. 

Where they both achieve every goal they have, where her career blossoms without any set up from their relationship, where they’re irreversibly in love and completely safe in everything. 

And for the first time, Ethan isn't afraid of the dream. He wants it, more than anything.

A/N: And yet, he still takes like a whole year to tell G he loves her lol. What a dummy. 

Tagging Separately

#ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc #open heart #open heart fanfiction #ethan x gen

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Shirley and moishe are extremely upfront with midge about their opinions on lenny and an argument ensues

(WARNING: I spent my childhood watching my family have horrible fights like this. So uh. this got real real.)

"I just don't know if I want some junkie jailbird hanging around my grandchildren," Moishe says.

Lenny isn't here for this. Working on Yom Kippur, much to everyone's judgement, and Midge had been stuck with hosting duties. She did not expect this line of conversation.

Kitty looks shocked. She's so young - too young, really - but she understands who Moishe is talking about.

"Out of line," Midge says angrily.

"Is it?" Moishe asks. "He does drugs, doesn't he? I read in the paper last year he was busted for narcotics."

"He's clean now," Midge defends.

"And he's been in jail, hasn't he?"

"He won those cases!" Midge cries. "And they were bullshit anyways."

"And he's got you cursing around your kids," Moishe points out. "Maybe they shouldn't be around you, either, Miriam."

"Now, wait a moment-" Abe tries to interject.

"Who's going to raise them, Moishe?" Midge asks. "You and Shirley? You want to do it all over again? The school, the clothes, the food, the toys, the playdates, the temper tantrums?"

Moishe looks slightly chastened. "They're Joel's children."

"Yes, they are," Midge snaps. "And between a brand new baby, work and not making enough to support three children on a regular basis, he can only take them a couple of days a week."

"I don't trust this man, Miriam," Shirley chimes in. "Moishe is right, he seems dangerous."

"He does exactly what I do for a living, he just says things that make the the Catholic church piss themselves," Midge explains. "The cops pounce every chance they get, they're trying to make an example out of him."

"And you're putting your kids in the crosshairs," Moishe tells her. "How is that being a responsible parent?"

"Dinner's over," Midge snaps. "Everybody go home."

"Midge-" Joel tries.

She gets up, throwing her napkin onto the table and starts clearing everyone half-eaten dishes. "Over."

"I don't wanna leave Ma," Ethan announces. "You can't make me."

Esther starts to cry at the mention of it from her brother.

"Midge!" Joel calls as she rushes to the kitchen. "Midge the kids-"

"Are apparently living with an unfit mother!" Midge yells back. "You fucking deal with it, since apparently you're father of the year with your comedy club! And while you're at it, you still owe me a fucking suitcase!"

Mei stares around the table an shakes her head. "Wow. You guys are awful."

"Excuse me!" Shirley cries.

Rose rolls her eyes and rushes to Esther, picking her up to rock her gently. "This is insane."

"No," Mei says. "Joel left her." She turns to him. "I love you, but you left her, and you botched trying to get back with her, and so now, she's been raising the kids mostly on her own and trying to have a career because- well, what the hell else was she supposed to do?"

"She could have gotten remarried!" Moishe cries.

Midge rushes back in, taking more plates away, surveying the scene. "I see no Maisel has stepped up to comfort Ethan or Esther. Great job parenting."

"You upset them!" Moishe cries. "We're not here to clean up your mess!"

"They're not a mess to be cleaned up, they are children!" Midge cries. "And you're so concerned with Lenny around, but you can't get off your fat asses to tell them 'there there'? Jesus."

"Miriam," Abe warns.

"Lenny is there for them," Midge snaps. "More than Joel these days. He reads bedtimes stories and sings songs, and makes lunches. He's teaching Esther to read and she's only three for Christ sake!"

"Daddy's really nice," Kitty speaks up. Her voice is quiet, but determined.

The room goes silent.

"He's really nice. Sometimes things just go wrong," Kitty says. "They go wrong, and- and he tries really hard." She blinks and tears start to fall. "He doesn't mean for things to go wrong."

Midge sighs softly and puts the dishes down, kneeling down beside her. "I know Sweetie. It's okay."

"So you can comfort his kid but not your own?" Moishe snorts.

"Get out of my house," Midge growls.

"I still own this place, Mariam," Moishe reminds her.

Midge glowers at him and gets to her feet, stomping out of the room, coming back with her checkbook. "The last two Gordon Ford shows should be more than enough to cover the rest." She scribbles onto the check the amount she owes and thrusts it at him from across the table. "Take your money, and go home."

#fic #au #tmmm #Midge Maisel #gets mad

[mishwanders]

I’m the cheating anon and the answers made me laugh 😂

I meant cheating in a relationship. Who’s most likely and least likely to cheat on their partner ?

It was so late for me that I was unsure but BOW game night sounds like a hell of a lot of insane fun 🤣 thanks for the clarification!

Alright so, I’ve listed it out with my reasons why. I’m not trying to slander any characters and no hate to any of them, I’m just basing this off of what I know from the games/movies and my own bullshit. Alright yall, here we go!

Most Likely to Cheat:

President Benford and President Graham - they’re both cheating on Leon with the First Lady and Benford had a mistress.

Ramon Salazar - he has a castle, but only if he could get bitches without forcefully dragging them there. (Also, I’m just finding out his name is Ramon?! Tf?!)

Osmund Saddler - has too many bitches in black cloaks and an entire village of people he infected. This man is like King Solomon over here with his 1000 wives.

William Birkin - man was married to Annette and decided to get married to his work and I don’t even know if that was consensual between him and her.

Jessica Scherawart - my girl switched teams so fast. She flirted with Chris and then when she realized he wasn’t interested, she started talking to sugar daddy Parker about shopping trips and a fancy dinner. She wants what she wants and I respect her for it.

Jack Krauser - would leave anyone for Leon, and tbh I don’t blame him for that. I feel the same about Chris lmao.

Lucas Baker - did y’all see how quickly he changed up his demeanor with Chris in the DLC? He’d be indecisive.

Alfred Ashford - creepily obsessed with his sister… like way too obsessed.

Brian Irons - uh, did you see how many woman he kidnapped? Run away. Like seriously.

Derek Simmons - man can’t decide what he wants, he transforms at least 4 times in game. He also cries a lot about Ada and that’s not healthy tbh.

Lickers - they will lick anything, don’t think that tongue is just reserved for you.

Morgan Lansdale - man did a lot of hiding and covering up stuff in regards to his involvement with terragregia, I 100% expect him to do the same in a relationship.

Mother Miranda - you wouldn’t even know she was doing it because she’s a shape shifter. You could probably die happy thinking things were good and not even know.

Sergei Vladimir - daddy vladi is a little too obsessed with the red queen and if he could fuck a computer system I think he would.

Ada Wong - no hate at all, but we’ve seen how she yanks Leon along. It’s not a healthy relationship to say the least.

Excella Gionne - she’s in it for the money and power, not for love.

Ricardo Irving - again he’s in it for power and money, just no.

Least Likely to Cheat:

Salvator Moreau - did you see how loyal he was to mother Miranda? Man worshiped her fr and he would do the same for you if he cared that much.

Nemesis - would treat you right and stay by your side all night. Also, tentacles to keep you close like a leash.

Mr. X - same thing as nemesis, he’ll follow you to the ends of the earth and put those fists to good use.

Parker Luciani - he’s a sugar daddy who will take care of you.

Marguerite and Jack Baker - they love each other your honor.

Ethan and Mia Winters - again, THEY’RE IN LOVE YOUR HONOR!

Barry and Kathy Burton - AGAIN THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH!

Albert Wesker - if you’ve caught his attention long enough, then you have it for life.

Alcina Dimitrescu - will always have time for you dearest.

Dimitrescu daughters - if they’ve caught you, they’ve caught you and you ain’t going anywhere else.

Hunk - my boy is so dedicated, he’d know how to take care of you.

Josh Stone - HES UNDERRATED AND DESERVES THE LOVE I KNOW THIS MAN COULD GIVE! Y’all see him protecting Jill in the DLC?! LOOK AT HIM GOD DAMN IT!

Sasha aka Buddy - oh you know his dick is big. He started fighting a war because the love of his life was taken from him.

Karl Heisenberg - like Wesker, if you get his attention, you have it for life. Also, no running because you won’t get away far.

Tyrell Patrick - he’s smart as hell and would protect you at all cost

Urias - will attack, will protect.

Donna Beneviento - she so nice and would keep you comfy always.

Helena Harper - she’s got a mean demeanor but she’d love you always.

Billy Coen - he strong, he cares, he’s also got nice hair.

Piers Nivans - dedicated golden retriever boy

Jake Muller - if you can keep up with his lifestyle, he’d have your back at all times.

Adult Sherry Birkin - she learnt from her parents and all of the adults she’s around (except for Simmons) has daughter what healthy relationship can look like. She’d be great.

Alright and for the ones everyone’s been waiting for because I’ve been the way that I am….

Drum roll please.

Jill Valentine - a whole wife, she will protect and love you with everything she has.

Carlos Oliveira - same as Jill. He also had floofy hair and would be obsessed with you petting him.

Claire Redfield - super smart and falls super hard super fast in love. You just gotta keep that fire going in her and it’s forever my dear.

Rebecca Chambers - she’s so sweet and caring and she’d fix up any injuries you got? Yes, I love her your honor and she’d love you too.

Sheva Alomar - loyal as fuck bro. She’s got you back fr fr bby.

Chris Redfield - my man who’s about actions is gonna SHOW YOU HOW YOU DESERVE TO BE CARED FOR!

Leon Kennedy - my man got them sweet words and he’d going to tell you everything and reassure you anytime you feel the opposite.

I hope that answers your question <3

#Mish rambles #resident evil #I’m not even going to begin to put in their names in this tag #my thumbs hurt from making this

[kevingotabigasschin]

Ran my own hunger games simulation for the MTL characters and my OCs so here’s the results

How poetic.

This sounds exactly like something Magnus would do. 

Sounds reasonable. 

Choosing violence are we? 

Damn, Hun finally accepts them as family, never thought I’d see the day. 

Seriously think something’s going on between Trinity and MMA, in the first attempt I made he killed her, now he’s awfully close to her. 

Magnus finally got his revenge and what the hell did you do to Toki to warrant this Skwisgaar? 

Finally someone killed the little bastard. 

Bold of you to assume you will be winning Soo. 

Not gonna lie, the sight of MMA cheerfully singing songs with some other randos is hilarious to imagine. 

Honestly sounds like something Payne would do under these circumstances, she may be strong and tough but she’s not emotionless. 

Sounds very much like Magnus. 

Sounds like Pickles was too weak for Hun’s training, nooo why did it have to be your bestie? First Skwisgaar now you Ethan? What are you people doing to Toki to warrant this? 

This is what I’m talking about, now MMA is protecting Trinity, I definitely think there’s something going on here. 

Magnus you’re greedy and Hun I fucking hate you, I wanted Charles to win. I guess Hun was either lucky or that good to outsmart Charles.

Noooo, I wanted to see him and Trinity’s relationship bloom! (Sorry Toki) 

I love how everyone else is hunting and Soo is just peacefully fishing while all this warfare goes on. 

Sounds like Toki to do, I think the poor guy’s going insane. And I feel terrible for Trinity screaming for MMA to help her but he isn’t alive to do so :( 

I honestly like that Soo is helping Trinity, they seem like a good chaotic duo. 

Honestly was expecting this, it sounded like the poor guy was going insane from killing his friends left and right. 

Shit okay Knubbler, sounds like something he’d do though. 

Shit Hun what the hell did you say about Magnus now? Did you tell him his story about the band wasn’t true or something? And honestly not surprised Trinity won. 

Nooooo, I wanted Trinity or Soo to win, but Knubbler is smart so I’ll give him credit. 

I don’t know if I should be surprised or not that Knubbler won. 

#metalocalypse #hunger games simulator #dethklok #mtl oc #nathan explosion #toki wartooth #pickles the drummer #skwisgaar skwigelf #william murderface #charles foster offdensen #abigail remeltindtdrinc #dick knubbler #magnus hammersmith #mma #metal masked assassin

[jerzwriter]

Now that it's over, can you share with us (maybe you already did) at what point in DTI did you decide that Casey was gonna choose Tobias? Did you doubt your choice afterwards? but not because of how people would react to it, but story wise. * I feel like an after series special interviewer 🎤

LOL, I enjoy the interview - so play Oprah whenever you like lol

I think I've shared that the story was originally going to have three alternate endings, and the reader would choose. One would have been Ethan, one Tobias, and one she would have stayed alone (there was a little twist to that one, but more on that later).

DTI, what could have been spoilers... below... after the answer.

The issue came about because I had to make Ethan & Casey's break-up harsh enough that Casey would not fight for it, that she would be willing to move on. It was imperative for the story. The problem was, by doing that, it became difficult for me to see an avenue where Casey would return. To do so, she would have to give up a huge chunk of her own dignity, and I'm not willing to do that to her. So it wasn't long after Chapter 13 when I started to realize I might have to alter my original plans. Then, the DM's started...

The first group was telling me real-life stories of getting out of relationships that were no longer healthy for them. Some said Casey was inspiring them to leave such situations. I never expected this at all. The second (and this disturbs me more than you'll ever know) were women basically saying, "I don't care how awful things get, I don't care what he does to her, Casey is a bitch (literal words) if she doesn't take it all because HE has suffered and SHE should understand that." Dude, I lost SLEEP over it. To be clear, no PERSON should ever tolerate being mistreated by ANYONE. Many of us have past damage, but that does not give us the right to hurt others. It was mindboggling and ironic because this way-too-over-the-top Ethan-stans who did themselves in - because there was no way in hell I was writing that ending anymore.

The way I left the story, if anyone really doesn't want her to end up with Tobias, they can stop reading at the end of chapter 35. That leaves off with her prepping to leave for DC alone. The epilogue is where the reunion occurs (and the new epilogue will be out this Saturday!)

Now - what could have been. Do I think there is any way Ethan/Casey could have ended up together in DTI? Yes. But it would be n the VERY distant future, like 10+ years future. She would need that time. They have other relationships, they're friends, they are there for each other through thick and thin, and at the end of it all - they decide to take another chance, and it works. But it would have to be SIGNIFICANT time that passes.

And in the original - where Casey chose no one - it was going to be a little heartbreaking. Because both Ethan and Tobias were going to find new loves and settle down long before Casey was. She was still friends with them and happy for them. But... deep down, it hurt. She loved them both and let them both go, and now she was alone, largely because of her own fear of becoming involved again.

That would change in the distant future. She was now working in NY and involved in a casual relationship with a doctor she was friends with. They both said nothing serious. They had both sworn off of love. So it worked for them. In time, they realized they almost were a couple. They didn't see anyone else (nor have the desire to). They cared for each other deeply, and they had each other's backs. She joined him on a trip to see his family and, while there, on a whim, he proposed. She accepted, and they got married that night, alone, and they were very happy. Everyone said it would never work, but they proved them wrong. In the end, the Lahela's realized they were meant to be.

How's that?

#delaying the inevitable #delaying the inevitable asks #delaying the inevitable asks answered

[asherlockstudy]

How to do perfect staging: a lesson from Italy

I mentioned at some point I might actually make a post drooling over Italy's Måneskin performance and staging. I was kinda bored to be honest and decided against it but then all those trashy rumours that try to bring the winners down seemed so disgraceful and embarrassing to me that I decided again to do it. Now, the truth is that their performance was a little better in the semi-final introduction act. Perhaps this was due to the anxiety of the Grand Final. This is why I am going to use photos and gifs from that act and perhaps this will show to some that the perfect package might need a little bit of everything, and not just slap your language on the audience's ears with the expectation that this alone is always enough. *Did I make this too personal?*

Anyway, I digress. And I don’t mean that the Grand Final performance wasn’t still the best of the night, I just mean it wasn’t at the same God Tier level as the semifinal one.

Here's why the Italians took advantage of the Dutch stage until its very last millimeter and way more cleverly than any other country.

This is the only act that starts from the back of the stage, where the singer Damiano David waits for us alone.

Even with the rest of the 25 competing countries, this intro makes you forget that you are watching a contest with 26 countries as guests. Unlike anyone else, Italy looks like the host, like this place belongs to them and the frontman waits for you to show you around and possibly drag you to the world of Måneskin. In fact, you almost forget it’s Eurovision - this now looks like a Måneskin concert or, even better, a more private space of theirs with an ominous industrial feel. One of the most impactful things now is the lighting. Take a look at it. Almost all contestants throw all the lights on themselves or on some important prop they have prepared. The Italians are the only ones who chose to just light the stage itself. The simple white lights on the black stage give the impression of depth and it is the only act which shows emphatically the size of the stage. Why this? Well, we already established that in the first seconds the viewers feel they are in a new space belonging exclusively to Måneskin - the lights make us feel that their area is vast and dark and we are about to be drawn to its depths.

Damiano indeed guides us to the front as he sings, where the rest of the band are on the top of a platform. The other members won’t come down and join Damiano until he sings the appropriate verse “Buona sera, signore e signori” (=Good evening, ladies and gentlemen) and accompany it with a theatrical flamboyant bow (that feels very Italian). That’s when, technically introduced to the audience after the official greeting, bassist Victoria de Angelis and guitarist Thomas Raggi come off the platform and join Damiano.

There’s nothing excessive about the visual effects. Only the use of white lights that give the perception of depth and in the background the big shadows of the group’s silhouettes. They are in the front and they cast their shadows in the back; they create to you a feeling of being trapped by them but do you really want to escape?

When the second verse starts, Victoria and Thomas take the paths left and right of the stage and leave Damiano alone. They take even more advantage of the stage and in a typical classic rock band way. These two play with the side cameras but the focus is more on Damiano, whose verse sounds more like a tongue-twister. Since the cameras are rightfully on Damiano, I must now address the elephant in the room. Damiano is particularly attractive. In fact, the whole band is almost mind-bogglingly attractive and they clearly take a lot of care about how exactly they are going to look but Damiano, as the frontman, does especially so. So let’s talk about the outfit. They all have essentially the same outfit, however it is cut differently for each based on the person’s looks and personality. Isn’t it fantastic?

Damiano, who oozes confidence and sex appeal, has accordingly the most “provocative” outfit of the four. His chest and arms are bare so that his many tattoos can be seen. I’ll talk about the other outfits later as they all have their place in the... uh... white lights.

During the second chorus Victoria and Thomas return at the center and after the chorus it is time for the first solo; Victoria’s. The cameras are now on her but the lighting remains modest to accentuate the dark beat of her bass.

Victoria is the only girl of the group and the most dressed of them all - how refreshing! Her outfit is more similar to Thomas but she is buttoned up in the front. How does she wish to underscore her uniqueness as the woman of the band? But of course, with long flamboyant girly sleeves that come to delicious contrast with her aggressive stomping and her wide strides. Both her hairstyle and her outfit is inspired or basically just outright 70′s classic rock look.

It’s time for the bridge of the song right after her solo and Damiano has his attention on her and also draws the viewer’s attention to her some more. This part of the song is lower and softer - in relative terms - that’s why Damiano “chooses” her to sing it to. The lights now turn red, the intensity rises but there’s light flirtatiousness between them, with many smiles to each other and the camera that turns around them as they launch at each other playfully.

Then the song gets darker, more intense, the guitar stronger than the bass and Damiano’s voice turns to a scream. For this part, he turns to his bro, guitarist Thomas and he now draws the attention to him.

He grabs Thomas by the neck in an intense, intimate way (that doesn’t mean sexual, just intimate. His interaction with Victoria wasn’t sexual either). It is clear that through different ways Måneskin want to stress how good and close their relations are and that their singer, who is apparently a show stealer by birth, wants to ensure that they all get equal amount of attention from their audience. I love this.

True enough, nobody is left behind! The last chorus starts with a drums solo and Damiano goes up to the platform to now meet and introduce to us Ethan Torchio. Ethan stands up and his giant shadow is on the now blue background: this is the moment for the - so I hear - somewhat shy drummer to shine in his own aesthetic. The Italians leave none of their assets to fall down and Ethan’s impressive hair rightfully steals the show.

Just like Victoria and Thomas look alike, so do Ethan and Damiano, that’s why their costumes are the most similar. Ethan has a vest that covers him more than Damiano but leaves his arms bare. Because whose else the arms do you need to see if not the drummer’s?

This song has something peculiar because it was not a song originally written for Eurovision; it slows down in the end and  does not end on some impressive note from the singer as usual but with the last solo we expect, that of the guitarist, because everything is fair in Måneskin! The focus has to leave Damiano, so now it’s the time for the visual effects to finally catch fire, literally,  because nobody is allowed to take their eyes off them! Måneskin use a huge amount of pyro that however feels appropriate for the intense chorus and the ending guitar solo.

Thomas steps up for his solo and I forget we are in 2021. This is the most 70s thing I would ever hope to see.

In a hell of pyro, Thomas looks like he was tranferred right from a 70s rock ‘n roll concert. His outfit would be gladly taken by Keith Richards of the Rolling Stones. The unbuttoned jacket with this boho tie, such a classic 70s fashion touch. His haircut and even his FACE are the epitome of the 70s - what an ending sequence!

But hey we reached the end and this is Eurovision, the song slows down dangerously. Like I said, the Italians forbid us to get distracted. The attention must return to Damiano ASAP. Damiano says one last line and takes the audience with him to the very end with a death drop.

There you have it. Måneskin had me holding my breath for the full three minutes and I did not want to take my eyes off my TV. There are countless shows that are awesome - in this very Eurovision as well - but I was impressed by how they seemed to have found the perfect balance for everything in every single moment. They found the perfect stage concept for the song, they relied on visual effects only when they needed them and they stressed every twist and turn of their sound with a perfectly fitting move or interaction. They also all effortlessly could hold your attention and they made sure that they all would, with members often helping bring out other members. This performance was beautiful and, above all, clever which is why it was undoubtedly the worthiest of the win.  

#eurovision #eurovision 2021 #esc 2021 #eurovision song contest #italy #italy 2021 #maneskin #damiano david #victoria de angelis #ethan torchio #thomas raggi #music #songs #zitti e buoni #flashing tw #more

[under-the-cherrytree]

SINCE YOU REALLY WANTED THIS-- A ONESHOT OF OUR CONVO RN. >:* WHICH CHARACTER?? IDK IM JUST GONNA LAUGH AT IT- YOU PICK ON WHOS FITTING *wheezing* isAaC-- thE poOr gUy-

Natsuhiko confessing to you when you don’t even like him based off a real experience❣︎

Warnings: me laughing my ass off-

A/n: EXCUSE ME I FELT REALLY BAD-

AFTER ONE OF MY FRIENDS WAS LIKE "Isaac is now depressed that you rejected him" AND I WAS LIKE "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!"

He was planning a confession to me too-

anyways- i hope you laugh to this-

"pfft... oh hey, Natsuhiko messaged me" You looked down at your phone and Mitsuba looked up.

"What did he say?" Mitsuba looked over your shoulder.

"He said, 'Do you really love me'" You looked at Mitsuba shocked. Why would he think I liked him- Oh right I told him I loved him in class today.

"What the hell" Mitsuba started to laugh "Why does he think you love him!?"

"Well, I did tell him I loved him, but I mean love him as a friend. Besides, he already knows I like someone else" You mentioned.

"Just ask him what he means, he might have sent it to the wrong person" Mitsuba said "hopefully-"

"Oh, he responded... he thinks when I told him I love him it was some type of confession"

"Oh, fuck this guy is so stupid..."

"Mitsuba what should I do?!" You shouted a bit.

"Uh- Ask him how long he liked you for"

You picked up your phone and sent him the message to get a response shortly after.

"He liked me ever since first year-" Before you could finish Mitsuba just started laughing. He found this situation hilarious.

"Oh, he messaged me again- 'I was planning to confess eventually' OMG I WOULD HAVE GOTTEN AN ANIME CONFESSION" you blurted out.

"Congratulations, you are getting confessed too for once-" Mitsuba teased.

"shut up-" You elbowed the pink haired boy "I'm going to let him down gently, while I don't really like him, he is a good guy, and anyone would be lucky to have someone like him!" You started typing this on your phone, hoping he would understand.

'Oh, I see' Natsuhiko typed back. 'It's okay, I didn't expect you to like me back anyways.'

"awww now I feel bad.." You frowned

"This fucking idiot-" Mitsuba said behind you.

meanwhile with Natsuhiko:

"I knew they didn't like me back..." He sighed into his mic.

"Okay." Tsukasa said into his mic, having to listen to that whole conversation he had with you in his cat headphones

"Anyways, want to play video games?"

"Sure"

this is basically how the confession went... apparently Isaac was depressed for a while after then started playing games with Ethan-

#tbhk x reader #toilet bound hanako kun #hanako x reader #toilet bound x reader #tbhk anime #jshk #jshk x reader #hanako kun #tbhk #jshk natsuhiko #Natsuhiko x reader #crack fix

[oro-e-diamanti]

The one with Ethan’s suggestion

Description | Ethan suggests something that you had never seen coming - but for how long will you be able to resist him?

Content | smut with a bit of fluff

Pairing | Ethan x fem!Reader

Word Count | 3138

Tagging | @ginny-lily @mywritingonlyfans

***

"You did not just ask me that."

Ethan didn't even seem bothered by your shocked reaction. Instead, he simply kept looking at you, waiting, as if he had posed a completely normal question. You were certain it wasn’t though - who the hell just came out and asked one of their best friends to start hooking up? Surely this wasn’t just you thinking this was more than odd. You couldn’t stop looking at him, relaxing on a lounger in the sun, book still open in his hand, and how he didn’t seem to care.

“Oh, come one, Y/n,” Vic interjected from where she was relaxing on a pool float. “Poor Ethan hasn’t been with anyone since the pandemic started. The least you can do is help him get laid.”

“Get laid by me?!”

“Who else?” Victoria laughed. “It’s not like he can go out and pick up someone when we go on a promo tour in a week. We’re barely allowed to meet anyone as a safety measure.”

You shot her a pointed look and Victoria being your friend for the longest got it immediately.

“And no, I’m not gonna hook up with him. So it’s gotta be you.”

You couldn’t believe the conversation you were having. Had everyone simply gone crazy? Surely, Thomas wouldn’t be on their side in this, right? You watched as he lazily strolled towards your loungers, cigarette in hand.

“Thomas!” You shouted over at him. “Ethan wants me to hook up with him!”

“Fucking finally,” Thomas laughed as you stared back in horror. Was everyone in on this madness? “He’s been moping around for ages. About time he gets laid and relaxes.”

“See?” Ethan interjected. “Everyone thinks it’s a good idea.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea!”

“Fine,” Ethan shrugged. You hated how much he didn’t seem to care - how he had posed a question like that without an ounce of awkwardness and how your rejection didn’t seem to faze him in the least. You knew he was open about sex and sexuality, you’d been part of countless conversations among the band and had seen him pick up people at parties more than once, but this unnerved you. "If you change your mind, I'm available."

And with that Ethan went back to his book, Victoria went back to floating around the pool and Thomas went back to smoking his cigarette. But you weren't going to go back to anything, because whether you liked it or not, Ethan's suggestion would continue playing in your head for the unforeseeable future.

***

Three days. It had been three days since that fateful day at the pool and you could barely stand to look at Ethan. It wasn't because you were embarrassed - you all spoke about such things quite openly - nor were you angry at him having asked in the first place - if anything, it was flattering, a man such as Ethan considering you attractive in that way. It was more of a constant thought in your head whenever you were in the same room with him or he talked to you or you looked at him or he so much as popped into your mind. You kept lying awake at night, intrusive thoughts of Ethan towering over you clouding your brain. You didn't know what it was but you knew you didn't like it.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as Victoria approached you, taking a couple of tomatoes you had spread in front of you and started cutting them up. You had been in charge of making dinner most days, with one or the other coming to join you in your cooking endeavors sooner or later. Today it seemed to be Vic, who was giggling away beside you, quite obviously dying to tell you something.

"And what is up with you?" You asked, a smirk on your face. You were happy your friend seemed so giddy and it had you itching to know why.

"I have a date!" Victoria was never one to keep things like these to herself for long - whenever she was positively excited about something, the world simply had to know. "Her name's Paula, she's on holiday here and we're going to go out for wine."

"Just wine?"

"Well, I'm gonna say, don't expect me back here tonight." She couldn't stop herself from smirking and then breaking out in another round of laughter and you joined freely. Good for her.

"I miss dates," you mused. "Or maybe - I don't know. Maybe I just miss at least staying the night with someone."

"You really need to get laid, babe."

"Who needs to get laid?" Damiano had appeared without warning, sneaking up on the two of you and pinching both of your waists teasingly before hopping on the counter next to where you were working. A slice of tomato was stolen and ended up in his mouth before you could react, only hitting him in the arm when it was much too late.

"Y/n," Victoria answered nonchalantly. You stared at her in annoyance but she didn't even catch your eye.

"So does Ethan! You guys should fuck."

"Not you too," you groaned. All of this seemed like a bad joke. In fact, you were starting to wonder if this was all some weird plot your friends had to get you to sleep with Ethan. But why would they?

"Huh?" Damiano sounded surprised but you didn't put it past him to simply put on a good act.

"Ethan asked her to hook up the other day."

"No way!" Damiano exclaimed. "He actually, fina- I mean, he actually asked you that?"

"Yup, and she shot him down," Victoria explained. You were getting more annoyed by the second. Especially because it felt like your love life (or lack thereof?) was being discussed without you. Plus, you couldn't shake the feeling they knew something you didn't.

"Aw, poor Ethan. You know, you should really give him the chance. Make the most of the fact that you've both got the house to yourselves tonight." Damiano's eyebrow wiggle earned him a tomato slice to the face due to pure irritation on your side. He wasn't bothered, quickly shoving it into his mouth and happily munching away on it.

"Wait, what do you mean? Where are you going?"

You sounded much more panicked than necessary. So what if you were alone in the house with Ethan? You'd survive. Easily. You'd read a bit of your book, maybe watch a movie, go to bed. You didn't even have to spend time with him. Right?

"Going out with my girlfriend, she's in town for work. Not sure where Thomas is off to but he's already left" Damiano shrugged, finally hopping off the counter to hopefully stop being in the way. "So, if there's anything you want to do, do it tonight."

***

So this was it. You were alone with Ethan. No, this was nothing. So what if you were alone with him? Not like it was going to change anything at all.

You had said your goodbyes for the night to the two lovebirds, wishing Victoria the most possible fun on her little date, before pouring yourself a glass of wine and retreating to the patio. You had no idea where Ethan was and you didn't mind.

The sun was setting, the temperature was more than bearable and you had your book lying next to you. Eyes closed trying to enjoy the last rays of sunshine, your hand grasped the stem of the wine glass, and fuck that moth scared the living daylights out of you. And caused you to spill your wine all over your blouse. Red wine. Crap. One was supposed to wash those out immediately, right? Right? You realised you had no idea, as you sprinted towards the upstairs bathroom, already unbuttoning for fast removal.

You threw the door open, feet set to move towards the basin, when you realised you weren't alone in the room. It happened in slow motion, as much as you hated the cliché of it all.

Ethan's back was towards you, strong, hard muscles visible under an array of water droplets that were slowly, slowly making their way downwards, hypnotising you and keeping your gaze locked on them. Your eyes were still travelling lower and lower when he noticed your presence, turning around out of reflex, and you could not help but notice he was not wrapped in a towel, nowhere close, when your eyes fell on-

Oh.

Oh.

In a rare moment of clarity, you tore your gaze away, looking up at his face instead, just to find him eyeing up your cleavage. Your blouse was halfway undone, putting your white lace bra on full display. Then his eyes snapped away and looked into yours instead. For a second, it felt like the world was standing still. Your brain only worked for another moment before it decided to let your body - or potentially your heart? - take over.

You told yourself 'fuck it' - or maybe you said it out loud, judging by the sudden smirk appearing on Ethan's face - and reached for the man in front of you. He reciprocated without hesitation, pulling you in and meeting your mouth with his, as he walked you backward until you hit the wall. His body felt hot against yours, providing a stark contrast to the cold tiles pressing into you. His hands cradled your face softly, fingers stroking along your cheeks, while he kissed you, open-mouthed, in a way that left you breathless.

If you had ever had doubts that sex with Ethan would not be worth it, they had evaporated into thin air altogether.

His hands had started roaming your body, finally landing on the last buttons of your blouse. You had expected him to slowly open them up, but instead, he tore the fabric apart in one swift movement, buttons flying and hitting the ground with little clacking noises. You wrecked your mouth from him for a moment, staring at him in both surprise and awe.

"Spiacente," he murmured, although he didn't look all that sorry. "I couldn't help myself. I can get them sewn back-"

"Ethan, stop talking and start fucking me."

Your bold words took both of you by surprise but none of you minded, simply relieved that you were on the same page. His hands were now grasping tightly onto your thighs and, and without giving you a warning, he lifted you up, still pressed against the wall. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively and he took a step back, finding his strength and balance, and slowly carrying you into his bedroom.

You couldn't stop staring at him. Ethan's beauty was a sight to behold on any given day, but the way his lips looked kissed after just a short while and his eyes had that kind of shine to them that had never previously been directed at you, it felt like you were looking at something ethereal. Never mind the fact that you knew he was completely naked, not just the toned chest that was pressing into your torse, but everything else. Hell, you were sure you felt a certain something press into the back of your thigh quite shamelessly.

He dropped you on his bed, leaving you to bounce slightly on the mattress as you lied on your back. He looked like he was about to devour you and you just knew you'd bend to his every wish.

Without any further hesitation, Ethan moved onto the bed, immediately grabbing onto the shorts you were wearing and slowly pulling them down your legs. He held eye contact with you the whole time and you were convinced you had never seen anything sexier in your life. Your panties were the next piece to leave your body. Normally, this would be the point you got nervous about, crossing your legs, hiding behind hands, anything to protect what little of your modesty you had left, but this was different. Ethan took all shame away from you.

"Is this okay?" He asked, as he slowly crawled upwards, spreading your legs and leaving hot, wet kisses along your calves. As much as you appreciated him asking for consent, you almost had to laugh - at this point in time, you had lost all willpower to deny him anything. So, with a blissful smile on your face, you eagerly nodded at him, your hand reaching down and tangling itself into his hair. He groaned as you gave a little tug and the sound was more than enough to get you even wetter than you already were.

At least that was what you thought up until Ethan put his mouth on you. You had been expecting a bit more foreplay, maybe his fingers, but instead you felt his tongue lick along the length of you. Your moan loudly echoed through the room and you had never been so glad that Vic, Thomas and Damiano had deserted the two of you in the house.

Your grasp on his hair tightened as he started flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue. The fact that you could feel his hair tickling the inside of your thighs only seemed to make you more sensitive. Suddenly, one of his fingers entered you, quickly to be joined by a second. Your back arched off the bed in an involuntary reaction as your breathing became more and more laboured. You could hear- hell, you could feel him chuckle against you.

With a sharp tug, you pulled his head away from you.

"I'm not going to be able to take much more, Ethan," you confessed. He looked up at you with wide eyes, chin wet from going down on you and fingers still slowly moving in and out, and you momentarily forgot what you meant to say. "So if you wanna fuck me, I suggest you get a move on."

He didn't need to be told twice. You still sighed in disappointment when he actually removed his fingers from you but you were quickly distracted by him moving them to your mouth and slipping them in. You eagerly sucked on them, twirling your tongue around them, tasting your own arousal, and his composure was slipping with every second he looked at you. He quickly pulled his fingers from your mouth to crawl further up your body, his cock moving against your leg. He was so well endowed it would have almost been frightening if you hadn't been so turned on.

Ethan kissed you with a force that was unparalleled. There wasn't even a question about who was in control. As his fingers trailed from your neck down past your collarbones you both suddenly seemed to remember you were still wearing a bra. You made short work of the piece of fabric, carelessly throwing it across the room, and he thanked you by squeezing your soft flesh in the most delicious way. You repaid the favour by letting your hand wander to his cock and giving him a few strokes. He immediately let out the most sinful moan you had ever heard, head collapsing onto your cleavage.

"I don't think you need any more help from me down there," you giggled.

"With you lying under me like this, I sure don't."

Moving your legs around his waist once more, you slowly guided him into you, your walls swallowing him bit by bit, careful not to stretch you out too fast with his size. It felt like heaven on earth. You both moaned in pleasure as Ethan slowly started moving, making sure you were comfortable as he looked into your eyes, while you broke the eye contact time and time again, too overwhelmed to leave your eyes open every time he thrust into you. You kept grabbing onto what you could, the back of his head, his shoulders, his butt, as he increased his speed, hitting you in all the right places every single time.

You knew you weren't going to last long, not with him on and in and all around you, not with his fingers playing with your nipple, not with his lips clumsily attaching themselves to various places around your neck and shoulders, and as you felt his hand between your legs, softly circling your clit once again, you were gone. You came in waves of euphoria, unashamed of the volume of your moans and the strength with which you pulled on his hair. Your actions, combined with you clenching around him and a few more thrust, had him follow you moments later.

He carefully slipped out of you, never once letting go of you, and turning you onto your side with him so you were facing each other. Both of you were still breathing heavily, vision cloudy, but intertwined. You were convinced he had ruined you - there was no way anyone was ever going to live up to how he made you feel.

"So, did it live up to your expectation?" You couldn't help but giggle as you posed the question. "Getting laid again after such a long time?"

Ethan pushed a damp strand of hair from your face. You hadn't expected such softness.

"It wasn't actually about getting laid, you know."

"Huh?"

"It was about you."

"Okay, you've lost me now," you said, brows knitting as your hand searched for his, finger entangling the same way your legs were doing. "What are you talking about?"

"I... I've liked you for a while. And I tried so much, but you never even noticed."

Your mind replayed the last few weeks you had spent with the band in their summer house. Instances of Ethan bringing you food, cocktails, adjusting the shade to make sure you were in it, offering to put sunscreen on your back. Moments of him searching for your company, moving much closer than necessary in the heat, arms constantly touching when you were sitting next to each other. Jokes and teasing from the others, drunken remarks. You hadn't paid attention to any of it. You wondered how you could have been so blind to a man so wonderful.

"Wait, so instead of asking me out like a normal person, you suggested we hook up?" You couldn't keep the laughter in now. The situation was simply too ridiculous and you had not yet stopped riding on your high from the endorphins he had caused.

"It was Vic's idea." He buried his head into the sheets, but you could still see his cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink. "She knew I missed sex and she said you mentioned something similar so she thought this was the way into your..."

"Pants?"

"Heart, actually."

You snuggled closer, arms wrapping around him so that your noses were touching.

"Well, as embarrassing as it is, it somehow worked, didn't it?" You stroked over his head lovingly. "And I'm sure not letting you go any time soon."

#maneskin #maneskin imagine #ethan torchio imagine #ethan torchio x reader #ethan torchio fiction #ethan torchio x you #maneskin fiction #smut #my writings #ethan torchio

[artzee-bee]

Partner? | Rory Keaner x reader

Fandom: My babysitter’s a vampire

Request: “ Could you please write something for Rory from My Babysitters a Vampire? Where like Rory tells Benny and Ethan who hes dating and they think hes joking until they meet his partner (Btw if you could use gender neutral pronouns that would be amazing!)”

Pronouns: they/ them

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

~~~

Rory assumed that a ‘guys night’ at Morgan’s would be the perfect place to break the news of his new relationship to his friends. He was excited to tell them about his new favorite person in the world, who just so happened to also be his lover. Sometimes, he still couldn’t believe his luck! 

Rory knew it would be a big surprise but he didn’t exactly expect his 2 best friends to start laughing uncontrollably

“I’m serious guys!”

“Dude, calm down. We don’t have girlfriends either, you don’t have to make things up.” Ethan said, trying to sound reassuring. Meanwhile, Benny was wiping invisible tears at the corners of his eyes

“But I AM dating someone!”

“On sims?”

“Nah, I think he’s had a dream about that witch from his comic again”

“I’m talking about a real person from our school!” while others would have been fuming at all the teasing jokes Benny and Ethan were making, Rory couldn’t care less. He somewhat understood where they were coming from, he didn’t expect to get in a relationship anytime soon either and yet, you walked into his life when he least expected you

“So what’s their name?” Benny asked, finally going back to his more serious self, even though his face was still red from laughter.

“Y/N Y/L/N”

“Never heard of them” Ethan said quickly

“Yeah, cause they’re not part of your stupid laser chess club”

Ethan and Benny both looked up at their friend, amused

“Well, are they part of any club?”

“They’re actually on the soccer team! Nothing that you two would be familiar with!” Both boys burst into laughter

“Ok, so you mean to tell me” Benny started “ That you charmed one of the fine folks on the soccer team with your...what? Your vampire puns?”

“Or your obsession for crappy horror movies?

“For your information, it was my good looks and top tier personality”

Benny suppressed a laugh while Ethan got up and left the room

“Course it was” he added on his way out, with a giggle

“You’ll see monday!”

“ I mean” Benny said, raising his glass of orange juice, as if he was giving a toast “I can barely wait!”

The weekend passed by quickly. For you, it had been a very busy one, spent at your desk, catching up on all the homework and assignments you put off for far too long. It got to the point where the idea of a normal and unexciting day at school felt like a relief after the hectic hell you lived through.

Rory was waiting for you at the bus station, just as he had promised last night during your video call.

“Hi love!” he greeted you enthusiastically once you got off the bus. He pulled you in a tight hug and swayed you from side to side. Everytime he hugged you, he made it feel like you hadn’t seen each other in forever. He would wrap his strong arms around your waist and pull you to his chest, leaving you almost breathless, but you didn’t complain. It was one of the many ways he loved to show affection.

He laced his fingers with yours and led you on the short walk to school. He told you about his weekend and about how he wanted you to meet his friends, which made you very nervous. 

“Don’t worry” Rory said, reassuringly, “You are like, 10 times cooler than both of them combined!” you laughed at his silly joke. It did make you feel better. Rory always made you feel better.

Once inside, Rory dragged you though the sea of students, until finally he reached 2 brunette boys. One of them was taking books out of his locker and stuffing them into his bag, while the other one seemed to be waiting for him to get done.

“Guys, check this out! I told you I had a lover!” your face turned red at how loud and obvious your boyfriend was acting but you were slowly growing used to these kinds of things with him. The 2 boys in front of you looked shocked above all else. They shared one look, as if to say “You're seeing this too, right?” before glancing back at you

“Hi! I’m Y/N!” you said, reaching out your hand to the boy with the school bag

“I’m Ethan” he shook your hand lightly

“And I’m Benny'' the other boy said, reaching out his own hand for you to shake. As you shook his hand, he looked at you curiously, as if he wasn’t sure if you were just a product of his imagination

“Nice to meet you guys!” 

“So you are Rory’s partner?” Ethan asked in an innocent voice

“Yeah!”

“Like, romantic partner? Not just a video game partner!” Benny asked, making you laugh

“Romantic partner”

“Ha! Told you!” Rory waved his arms in their face, enjoying this little victory. 

The bell rang immediately after and you were forced to say goodbye and leave for your first class. You kissed Rory’s cheek quickly, promising him you’ll see eachother again at lunch. The last thing you heard before turning the corner was Benny’s voice

“I can’t believe you got a relationship before me!”

#mbav #mbav x reader #rory keaner #rory keaner x reader #rory keaner fluff #rory keaner imagine

[storiesforallfandoms]

stop simping in the smp ~ swaggersouls

word count: 1340

request?: yes!

“Hey I’m not 100% sure who you write for but could I request something for Swaggersouls? Like you’re on the Epic SMP and he’s just super nice but like only to you and you go around telling everyone that he’s sweet and they’re like ‘I’m getting taxed to hell and he’s giving you stuff for free?’ And he gets called out for it? Maybe? Please?”

description: in which he gives his girlfriend preferential treatment within the smp

pairing: swaggersouls x female!reader

warnings: swearing, i don’t know a lot about minecraft or smps but i’m gonna try my best!

masterlist (one, two)

“MINX!” came the voice of your boyfriend in the next room, followed by Minx’s shocked shriek. You giggled to yourself as you continued to put together the apartment you had been given in the Epic SMP.

You weren’t one for Minecraft, you never had been, but Swagger and all of his friends as well as your fans had been begging you to join the SMP ever since you had announced that you and Swagger were together. Finally, you caved and made a character.

You soon came to learn that Swagger and Schlatt were basically the leaders of the SMP - the self appointed leaders at that. They liked to play two very greedy leaders, which included a “diamond tax” that they collected every morning in the SMP, which was what Swagger was doing in the next room to Minx.

You prepared for your own virtual door to be kicked open, however it ended up not being as violent as you expected. Instead, he politely opened the door and raced right up to you, getting his character right up in your face.

“Hi honey,” he said in an exaggerated cheerful voice. “How are you settling into the SMP?”

“Settling pretty well I think,” you responded with a chuckle. “Are you here to collect my diamond tax? Because I haven’t even mined yet.”

“Oh no, I’m not going to tax you. You’re only new to the SMP! Show me around your apartment here.”

You looked at him, suspiciously. This seemed like an act. You had a feeling once you showed him around he would find something to take for the tax. Against your better judgement, you did show him around the small place that would become your Minecraft home.

“Looks great, babe!” he said. “I’m gonna go continue my duties. Have a good day!”

He left, closing the door behind him as he went. You giggled to yourself as you went back to putting your apartment together.

After a while, you went next door and - unlike your boyfriend - politely knocked on Minx’s door. She opened it for you and allowed you to walk in.

“Hello new neighbor,” you said. “I am new to the SMP and was wondering if you could show me to the mines so I can mine and then craft.”

Minx laughed. “Yeah, I can show you. I was gonna go mining today anyways. Swagger took my last two diamonds. Do you have any tools?”

“I do not.”

“Here, you can have my old ones until you have what you need to make your own.”

She threw you an axe, a pickaxe, and a sword. You added them to your inventory and went off on your adventure to find the mines.

“So what did Swagger take from you since you didn’t have diamonds for the tax yet?” Minx asked.

“Nothing,” you responded.

“What?!” Minx stopped suddenly. “He didn’t take anything? Not even some blocks of dirt?”

You shook your head, then realized Minx couldn’t actually see you, so you figured out how to shake your character’s head instead. “I figure he’s waiting until I get diamonds before he starts taxing me.”

“That’s very unlike Swagger. He’ll tax you no matter what you have.”

The two of you continued to the mines. When you got there, you found Selma and Ethan already mining. Even though you already knew them in real life, Minx introduced you to them again as the “new resident of the SMP”.

“Get this guys,” Minx said as you started in on your mining. “Swagger didn’t tax (Y/N)!”

“Wait, not at all?” Selma asked. You shook your character’s head again. “What the fuck?! He took all the coal I had when I didn’t have diamonds! He and Schlatt still tax me and I don’t even live in the tower anymore!”

“Swagger is totally simping,” Ethan said. “He’s not taxing (Y/N) because she’s his girlfriend.”

You laughed as Minx and Selma agreed. You assured them that wasn’t true and that you were sure Swagger would start taxing you once you actually had stuff worth taxing.

To your surprise, Swagger continued to be nice to you and didn’t tax you on anything, even when you started mining diamonds. He would even make a point of taxing Minx in front of you when you would be in her apartment, but not ask you for anything.

One day, as you started up your stream and joined the SMP, you could hear Swagger in his own streaming room. He was arguing over the taxing with someone, which caused you to giggle.

“What am I about to spawn into, chat?” you asked as the loading screen popped up. Messages came in so quickly you could barley read them, but there were mainly a lot of warnings for when you entered the SMP.

You spawned into your apartment. Near seconds later, the door opened and Schlatt walked in.

“(Y/N),” he said, “please follow me to the town square.”

You held back your laughter at his seriousness as you followed him. There was a small crowd in the town square already. You recognized Swagger, Minx, Selma, Ethan, Fitz, and Ross. There was a podium in front of everyone, which Schlatt stood as once the two of you had arrived.

“Thank you all for coming,” he started. “We are gathered here today because it has been brought to my attention that my business partner, SwaggerSouls, has been committing the cardinal sin: he has been simoing in the SMP.”

The group gasped dramatically and turned to look at Swagger.

“I am not simping!” Swagger argued.

“Then why aren’t you taxing (Y/N)?” Fitz asked. “I’m being taxed to hell and he’s just letting his girlfriend live in the tower rent free!”

“She’s new!”

“She’s been playing with us for nearly two weeks!”

“Everyone calm down!” Schlatt called. “This is an easy fix. I hereby make it SMP law that no one, especially myself or Swagger, can pick favorites within the EpicSMP. Swagger, you are going to go to (Y/N)’s apartment and get the diamonds she owes us.”

Everyone started to talk at once, applauding the decision. Swagger turned to you, exchanging a look for a moment before you both started back to your apartment.

“Well, that was a great five minutes,” you joked. “I don’t think I needed to be there for that, but I’m glad I got to witness like a trial or something.”

You walked into your apartment and realized that Swagger’s character had stopped following you some time back. You looked out the windows in the tower’s hallway, trying to find out where he could’ve gone, when the door to your streaming room opened suddenly. Swagger walked in, sans his familiar chainmail and knight helmet as you usually streamed with face cam off while he was home.

“I really tried, babe,” he said as he walked closer to you. “I was trying to make it so you could live in the SMP tax free, but I guess no one else was having it.”

“Of course they weren’t,” you laughed as he leaned down to your level to wrap his arms around you. “You and Schlatt taxed the hell out of everyone, they’re not gonna be happy that you’re not taxing me. It’s partially my fault since I told Minx first that you hadn’t taxed me, but you could’ve tried to make it less obvious, too.”

“Nope, you’ve admitted to partial blame, I no longer feel bad.”

He kissed your cheek and whispered a quick, “Love you” in your ear before going back to his own room, slamming the door shut loud enough for your chat to know he was gone. Everyone started messaging about how cute it was that Swagger wanted you to join the SMP without taxing, and in general about how cute the two of you were as a couple.

“I have a feeling he’s going to be making those surprise appearances a lot when he starts having to tax me and shit,” you said to the chat.

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Bad Girlfriend

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harry lewis x fem!reader

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@ketamineharry suggested a harry imagine based off of Anne-Marie’s Bad Girlfriend and voila

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You cancel plans for me - I cancel ours on you - Say I'd be back early - I don't get in 'til 2 - You ask me where I've been - I tell you something vague - Think I messed up again - What can I say

You were sick and tired of Harry and his behaviour. When you first got together, you chalked his actions up to being young and dumb. And then to getting used to having more money. Then you blamed it on having to deal with so much at such a young age. 

The excuses piled up, one on top of the other. You knew one day it would all come toppling down around you, drowning you and Harry in a sea of problems that you doubted you’d be able to survive. You’d excused cheating, been by his side during hangovers from hell and comedowns that took too long to make Harry realise that the high really wasn’t worth the pain. You’d rubbed his back and handed him bottles of water and paracetamol and nursed him back to health, only for him to go and get in the same state the next weekend and expect you to help him gather the pieces back together again.

You’d tried to patch things up. Every time that you went to Harry to air all your concerns, tell him that if he doesn’t get his act together that you’d leave, and he always promised that things would be better this time. But something would always happen. There’d be plans he’d forget or cancel. He’d get too drunk and end up with hands over another girl’s body. 

“Ooh, you look nice”, Harry commented as soon as you answered his FaceTime call. “What are you doing?”, he asked you.

“I’m off out with some girls from uni tonight”, you told him as you stood up from the sofa and started gathering your things together.

“I thought you were coming over?”, he said, a small pout forming on his lips.

“Sorry”, you said nonchalantly. “I’ll make it up to you, yeah”, you told him half-heartedly.

“Yeah, whatever”, Harry huffed. “Come back here after?”, he suggested.

“Sure”, you said, a small smile on your lips. “I’ve gotta go, their taxi just pulled up. Love you”, you rushed out, hanging up and shoving your phone into your clutch, along with your keys, card and some cash.

Harry 💕: where are you it’s 11?

Harry💕: y/n c’mon i miss you

Harry💕: am i waiting up for you or not?

Harry💕: its 2am

You didn’t read the texts until you were swaying on the spot in the lift of Harry’s apartment building. Your vision was fuzzy as you tried to find the right key for their front door. “Y/N?”, Harry asked, opening the door.

“Hey”, you slurred, stumbling towards him. “I couldn’t see your key”, you told him.

“Where’ve you even been?”, Harry asked, voice dripping with distaste and disappointment.

“Here, there, everywhere”, you giggled. 

“Come on, go to bed”, Harry said sternly. “I have a shoot tomorrow and Josh will kill me if I’m late or lacking”, he told you.

“Oh, I am so very sorry”, you drawled, exaggerating all of your words, much to your own amusement.

“I’m not being funny, Y/N. Go to bed or go home”, Harry said sharply.

Your face dropped, the small square inch of your brain that was yet to be drenched in vodka and whatever else you’d been drinking lit up with anger. “Fine”, you snapped. You stormed down the hallway, sure of your footing this time and not stumbling once.

“Where are you going?”, Harry called after you.

“Home!”, you shouted, wrenching the front door open and slamming it behind you as hard as you could.

You shivered in the cold, late night wind of London as you waited on the curbside for your taxi. As soon as the car pulled up, you slid into the backseat and rattled off your address. The street lights and neon signs of London passed by in a blur of alcohol and anger and regret. “Thanks. Keep the change”, you muttered, handing a note over to the driver and getting out of the taxi.

Once you’d got back into your apartment, you changed into some pyjamas and took your make-up off as quickly as possible. You crawled under the covers, pulling them around your body and getting comfy in the middle of your bed. 

Part of you felt a little guilty for how you’d treated Harry, but a bigger part of you couldn’t find the effort to care. You’d put up with Harry acting like this for 6 years, he could tolerate you doing it once or twice.

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You wanna meet my friends - I say another day

“Another day, Harry”, you sighed, heavily, turning back to the work you were trying to get done for your classes.

“You always say that. You’ve been on this course for, like, a year”, Harry whined.

“I know but I really need to focus on work at the moment, Harry”, you told him. “I started my degree later than I wanted to anyway and then I didn’t commit to it like I should have last year because of…”, you trailed off.  “Another day”.

“Because of what?”, Harry asked, voice taking a combative edge as he sat up straighter.

“Harry, I don’t want to get into this again”, you sighed heavily, slumping into your chair.

“Well, you started it!”, he argued. “So finish your sentence. Go on!”, he goaded.

“I couldn’t commit to my degree because I was too busy looking after you!”, you shouted. “Is that what you wanted? Me to lash out? Fucking well done”, you spat. You gathered up your things as quick as you could, closing your book and shoving things into your bag.

“Where are you going now?”, Harry asked frustratedly.

“Home. I have an essay to do for next week”, you muttered as you shoved past Harry.

Things between you and Harry were only getting worse. You knew about the other girls, but the both of you just pretended that you didn’t. All of his friends saw Harry as some sheepish kid with a loud mouth girlfriend, but they never got to see the Harry that you were seeing more and more. The Harry that held things from years ago against you, the Harry that was becoming more controlling by the day, the Harry that would raise his voice when things went even slightly not his way… The Harry that wasn’t the same Harry that you fell in love with.

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'Cause I'm one in a million - More like in a billion - I don't think it's cheating if I'm kissing other women - I do some shit you can't forgive - And you better get used to it

The more you and Harry argued, the more his friends didn’t like you. They hid it well, especially Simon and Josh since you were such good friends with Talia and Freya. But you noticed the side glances you’d get anytime you laughed a little louder than usual, any time you’d say something that would make Talia or Freya cackle. You’d notice the looks that they would send Harry when you had the audacity to go and dance and your own, or when you’d be on your phone whilst everyone else was fighting to keep you out of the conversation.

You had no doubt in your mind that Harry was telling them bare-faced lies about you and hiding the truth about himself. You knew that they had no clue about Harry’s cheating, about how bad his drinking and substance abuse had truly been, how much he actually relied on you for day to day functioning. All they knew was that you were loud, argumentative and didn't give Harry the time of day when it came to uni work.

“Do you think she knows she’s punching?”, you heard Ethan ask JJ.

“I mean, it’s so obvious. Harry’s miles out of her league. C’mon man!���, JJ laughed in reply.

You looked to Harry to see his reaction. You knew he’d heard what was said, but based on the look on his face, he couldn’t care less. You didn’t need the validation from your boyfriend’s best friends, but it would be nice if your boyfriend would at least defend you or reassure you.

You rolled your eyes and turned to leave the table, heading towards the toilets. You were facing the mirror, touching up your hair and make-up, when Freya and Talia walked in. “What happened?”, Talia asked.

You told them what you’d heard and watched as their faces contorted into looks of horror. “Oh my god!”, Freya exclaimed. “What did Harry say!?”, she asked, coming closer to hold you hand supportively.

Your silence answered their question perfectly. “I can’t believe him”, Talia huffed, wrapping her arms around you.

“Things haven’t been great, but I never thought he’d just sit and let his best friends slag me off practically to my face”, you told them. Your eyes were watery.

“Hey, babe. Don’t let your mascara run”, a dark haired girl told you, handing you a tissue. “Whoever is letting someone slag you off is stupid”, she assured you.

“My boyfriend”, you said sadly. 

“I hate boys”, she laughed darkly, rolling her eyes, before rejoining her group of friends.

You, Talia and Freya emerged from the toilets around 5 minutes later, once you were sure that your tears had dried and weren’t going to restart. The three of you walked towards the table, Freya and Talia immediately sliding next to Josh and Simon.

“Where’s Harry?”, you asked, not seeing him anywhere. Ethan gave you a look and pointed towards the dancefloor before turning back to his conversation with JJ and Vik.

You glanced over towards the dancefloor, hoping you’d see Harry. Thankfully, he was towards the edge, back turned towards you. You watched as he turned around, ready to try and grab his attention. His eyes met yours, briefly filling with panic, before darting back down to the girl in his arms.

“Fuck this”, you muttered, as Harry’s friends and Freya and Talia all watched as he tried to assess the situation and what to do.

He watched as you walked closer, looking ready to send the stranger away. Harry’s eyes followed you as you sailed past him and towards the middle of the dance floor. You could feel eyes on you as you began dancing to the music, letting the beat mix with the alcohol and take over your body.

“Did you sort things with your boyfriend?”, a female voice asked. It was the girl from the bathroom. You rolled your eyes somewhat playfully at her.

“No”, you snorted. “I came to speak to him and he was all over another girl”, you told her. Your eyes darted over to where you’d last seen Harry. “That’s him there, sucking face with the blonde”.

“I hope he’s your ex-boyfriend now”, she told you, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s complicated”, you admitted, looking down in shame. It wasn’t news to you that you were letting Harry treat you like a doormat, but you had yet to muster up the courage to leave him. Just as you looked up, ready to offer to explain it over a drink, someone behind you shoved you, sending you catapulting into the girl’s arms.

“Careful there, can’t have you falling for me already. I’ve not even started flirting yet”, she told you with a smirk. “Martha”, she said politely, holding out a hand.

“Y/N”, you told her with a shy smile as you accepted her outstretched hand.

“Care for a dance?”, Martha asked you, pulling you closer with the hand that was still in hers.

You didn’t care if Harry and his friends watched as your bodies rolled together. Harry had never danced with you on a night out like this, never held you shamelessly in a club for everyone to see. Harry had never held your face so securely as he pulled you in for a kiss in front of everyone around you.

“What the fuck, Y/N?”, you heard beside you.

“Is this the boyfriend?”, Martha asked once she’d pulled back and let her eyes flutter open, eyeing Ethan up and down as soon as she had.

“The boyfriend’s best friend”, you told her, preparing to step out of her hold.

“Last time I checked, the boyfriend was preoccupied with someone else. Get him to come and find me when he wants his girlfriend. We’ll be right here”, she said, voice powerful and allowing no argument as her arms held you closer.

Harry never came to find you. The two of you left the club in separate taxis and you left with a new number saved in your phone.

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You should be with someone else - Someone who is not myself

“Harry, you deserve so much better”, you heard a voice say as you walked into Harry’s apartment. You walked down the hallway quietly, lingering just behind the door frame to eavesdrop on the conversation.

“We’ve been together for so long, though”, Harry sighed.

“Did you not see what she did the other night? She was all over some other chick!”, a voice, Simon’s, exclaimed.

“Maybe it was just a mistake, y’know”, Harry tried to reason.

“She’s not good for you, Harry”, JJ, this time, said.

You’d heard enough. You turned the corner, coming face to face with all 7 of the boys. “Y/N…”, Harry trailed off.

“No, no. Carry on talking about me, it’s fine”, you said, voice lathered in artificial sweetness.

“Damnit, Y/N, it wasn’t like that”, Harry snapped, surprising everyone but you. “What are you doing?”, he asked as you started gathering a blanket off of the back of the sofa and plucking a hoodie off of the back of a dining room chair..

“Getting my shit and going”, you hissed.

“You’re being dramatic”, Harry scolded.

“No, Harry. I’ve put up with your bullshit since we were 18. I’m sick and tired of it. I’ve put my life on hold for long enough. You need someone, but I’m not that someone anymore. I’m sick of looking after you and letting your friends hate me just because you’re too much of a coward to tell them the truth”, you spat.

“We know everything, Y/N”, Ethan said smugly, rolling his eyes as he leaned back in his chair.

“So you know that I started my degree late because I had to get Harry sober? You know that he’s cheated on me more times than I can count? You know that I’ve tried for 6 fucking years to get him to love me as much as I love him and it’s never fucking worked!?”, you all but yelled, shocking everyone in front of you.

“You think I don’t love you?”, Harry asked, voice frustrated and angry.

“I know that you don’t love me as much as I love you”, you told him simply. “You cancelled 3 anniversary dates to go on nights out with the guys. You made me cancel a weekend away because you wanted to go to Dubai. You get annoyed when I try to do my uni work. You let Ethan and JJ slag me off, practically to my face, and didn’t say a fucking word”, you told him.

You looked at Harry, waiting for a reaction. “Do you know how heartbreaking it is to hear my boyfriend’s best friends, people I’ve known for 6 years, say that I’m punching and that you deserve better? Did you think about how much it hurt me when you didn’t even flinch at what they said?”.

Harry’s face lit up in anger. “It’s not like you’ve been a good girlfriend!”, he spat.

“Because being a good girlfriend to you is like a full time job. It’s a full time job and I haven’t had a day off in over 5 years. So yeah, I’ve been a bad girlfriend… Boo fucking hoo”, you grumbled.

Harry remained silent, a sheepish look crossing his face. “We can try again”, he suggested quietly.

“We have! Over and over again!”, you exclaimed, tears welling in your eyes as you spoke. “I’m exhausted, Harry. I’m tired of looking after you when I’m just as hungover as you. I’m tired of not making plans because I literally can not afford for you to cancel on me anymore. You don’t value me or anything that I do. Your friends hate me and you don’t care. I’ve been your last priority for years and I’m sick of it. We’re done. I’ll put your stuff in a box and bring it round”, you told him, voice losing more and more strength as you spoke.

“Y/N…”, Harry tried, reaching for your arm.

“Don’t”.

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For your love

chapter three - Rotten Wine

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pairings : reader x damiano david

story summary : damiano and reader are in very loving relationship that sometimes almost too quickly becomes too toxic for anyone likings

chapter warning (s) : yelling , angst , manipulation , guilt tripping , mind games , toxic behavior , manipulative behavior , strong language

Saturday morning. Special saturday morning.

Today marks exactly a whole week of Y/N and Damiano not fighting. No yelling , no crying , no sleepless nights , no pushing out of the doorway , no drinking to wash away the sins , no mental damage , no nothing.

Instead of all that , they went on a museum date on Friday , they had a picnic day on Wednesday , Y/N bought him the pearly earrings he has been eyeing on for a while , Damiano made breakfast every day for them , Y/N went out in town to frame some of their pictures they took on their previous vacations . They had a few pamper nights in a row , painting each others nails , putting on face and hair masks and even those weird feet one ! Drinking wine and dancing slowly with some slow music. Damiano singing to Y/N more than 2 times a day.

They made love every night.

It was a dream.

Both of them secretly hoping that this dream won't turn into a nightmare.

Y/N was in kitchen cutting some strawberries for the cake she planned on bringing on tonight's gathering at Victoria's house. Ethan and Thomas where coming as well.

Damiano was still sleeping. Y/N was glowing from happiness and joy. She was so in love with him. She had a smile on her bright shiny face for 7 days in a row , her eyes seemed warmer and more calm , her posture was less tensed and she even smoked less.

While she was busy chopping the reddish fruit under her delicate fingers , the room suddenly felt warmer and creamy cinnamon smell filled it.

Damiano had this weird thing about him that often put Y/Ns mind on wander. It was the way his scent and his aura color changed during his mood swings.

Even if it was not visible to human eye , Y/N swore she could see that dim cloud surrounding his body and changing color in some situations.

His scent was natural , depending on the occasion it was sometimes too strong or it could barely be felt.

When he was happy he was shining deep orange tone with the scent of light cinnamon and lemon ice cream.

When he was sad his color was indigo and he left a strong scent of mint and lime.

When he was angry which is often , he gave of wine crimson vibrations and poisnosly sharp smell of rotten wine.

As for the matter of speaking , when lust would take over him and his senses he smelled sweet like rotting roses and he was gleaming in deep burgundy color.

Just like now he was filling the room with the smell of lemon ice cream and cinnamon.

A pair of slender , sun kissed arms wrapped themselves firmly around Y/N's shoulders and chest .

Damiano's warm , naked chest pressed against Y/N's back pushed her slightly to the edge of the kitchen counter. Closing the gap between her and that cold marble.

His lips found their was to gently kiss the lovely delicate neck of hers. Cracking a sly smile upon seeing some of the soft bruises he left on her neck previous night.

"Morning mio amore." Y/N's lover whispered in her ear. His voice was low , golden , filled with care and adoration.

A huge grin appeared on Y/N's face , turning her head to her left side to kiss Damiano's temple.

"Morning love. It was about time you wake. " His raspy chuckles sent shivers down her spine. " It was , but you have no idea how sad it made me to realize I woke up without you by my side. "

Oh what a sweet talker he was..

"Why don't we go back to bed hmm amore? We have a whole day ahead for us." Damiano nuzzled his face into her neck giving it multiple pecks.

" I need to finish this cake first , after it we can do whatever." " You plan on bringing the strawberry cake tonight?" " Yes.. Why?"

Y/N frowned , she turned around slowly hoping that her boyfriend was playing jokes with her. But he had the same confused expression on his morning face.

" Well... My mom is allergic to strawberries I thought you knew that already?" " Why would your mom be there??"

Damiano stepped back a bit clearly confused.

" Why would she be in her own house? I don't know she is living there I suppose."

Y/N blinked. More than once. Is there some sort of a plan she forgot about? Her mind racing now already , trying to remember all of his family members birthdays and important anniversaries .

" Did you forget the plans we arranged for tonight Y/N?" Damiano asked , now with much more serious tone , his face was not so relaxed and it seemed like the air got thicker and it was harder do breath. The look he gave her was chilling.

' Oh not this shit again.. Are we really going to fight now?? And for what?? '

"I understood that we are going to stay in tonight with Vic and the boys at her place?"

" No. We promised my parents we are going to dine out with them. Did you seriously forgot?!"

He half shouted leaving poor Y/N confused and in slight shock. Why was he getting mad at her for such nonsense? Was he waiting for the right timing just to start an argument?

" I am sorry but I do not remember , you ever telling me that we are seeing your folks. "

" Cause you never fucking listen to me maybe."

He walked over the small coffee table in living room to grab his pack of cigarettes' and a lighter. Taking one in his fingers and placing it between his lips lighting it and taking one long drag. The slow smoke coming out of his nose and hardly parted lips.

" Not just that you never fucking listen but you also never fucking care to remember the important stuff I have! "

Okay what the actual fuck.

Y/N though while her eyes went wide from shock under the furrowed eyebrows and clenched jaw.

This was some sort of a set up. She clearly remember that he never mentioned that to her before.

And both of them knew very fucking well that she would never in her life forget something that's important to him.

" You are obviously pissed at me right now for whatever reason that you have so I will let you be. When you get your shit together you can talk to me. " Y/N said with her head held high.

She was not gonna let him ruin this day. Instead she continued to make her cake. She needed to focus on something else than his deep dark eyes filled with fire from the thrones of hell burning inside of them.

The room smelled like rotten wine.

" What's the problem Damiano. Are you mad at me for not remembering something you never told me?"

He huffed , aggressively shaking ashes off his cig into the ashtray on the coffee table.

" And don't even try ruining my mood , I was perfectly fine before you woke up , I had a wonderful morning thanks for asking. "

" Are you seriously gonna jump on my nerves with that attitude Y/N? "

" That's what you are asking me to do. If you just admit that you forgot to tell me about plans with your parents we are gonna end the day in peace. "

" You are beyond fucking sweet and so beyond fucking dumb if you expect me to stay calm and be in peace with you. You are so ungrateful and so disrespectful towards me . "

Y/N felt like crying , her hands slightly shaking while wiping the fruits into cream . Why now? Why today? Why did he decided to start all this now?

" I am not believing my eyes now , instead of showing me that I am wrong and that you are not ungrateful , you are standing right here and not even bothering to listen what I have to say! "

" I don't wanna hear your crap Damiano! I am trying to maintain the fucking peace in this relationship while you are constantly the one to break it! "

Damiano also felt like crying. Cause Y/N was right. He did forgot to tell her they where invited to go out with their parents , he was in fact mainly responsible for each of their fights. But was he ever going to admit that he is wrong? No.

Instead of trying to process something she is saying to him right now , or trying to apologize , he stood up from the chair he was sitting on , his mouth placed in a smirk , his gaze piercingly cold despite his hot temper.

Damiano walked up to her standing beside her like an annoying child blocking her movements.

" I am sensing slight disobedience in your tone amore.. Now I think we should start again. You are gonna apolo - " " I will certainly not fucking apologize for anything ! Especially not dealing up with your egoistic ass Damiano!"

Y/N was yelling at him. Not able to handle this pressure of rotten wine.

She was tired again. Everything was pale and grey again. She swore that even the sun outside stopped shining. She was tired again from having to deal with a fucking brick wall.

He was just torturing her. For what? His ego.

He was watching her from above , still smirking with his arms crossed . He adored seeing her shake from rage. She was so obedient and so desperate for home peace that she tried doing everything she could to hold herself back.

" You know what Y/N , if you just once , just for once stopped playing a fucking victim then ma- "

" I AM NOT. PLAYING THE FUCKING. VICTIM!"

She screamed. Y/N Y/LN fucking screamed at Damiano David with all the fore she had in her lungs. Inside her ears it was ringing and she didn't realize that she dropped one bowl at the counter , which just provided clacking noises.

Silence.

Complete silence that smelled like rotten wine.

Damiano took whatever he could feel under his fingers which was on Y/N's unfortune a bowl filled with cake whipping cream . He gripped it firmly before smashing it in one stir way right beside her.

Y/N was standing paralyzed her eyes watering and palms visibly shaking. She was watching Damiano straight into his deep dark eyes which showed no emotion.

" Once you accept your place and know your role and once you admit you are fucking wrong ,we can talk properly. " That was all he said as that sly half smile never left the corner of his lips.

He passed her by walking to their bedroom.

No other sounds or words left.

Y/N grabbed the edge of the counter , holding herself steady so she wouldn't fall. Her mind racing. Legs shaking. Heart beating mad.

'So this is the man I wanna marry? The man I want to have family with?'

The one who just throw an heavy object right beside her head?

The one who attacks her for his mistakes?

Her legs finally gave her away. She couldn't stand straight , crying all the tears she never knew she had. Y/N hugged her knees and placed her head temple on them. What a lovely Saturday morning.

She stayed there on the floor crying for at least thirty minutes. With running nose and sobs that turned into whimpers and hiccups.

She regretted ever talking back to him . She should've simply agree that she forgot what she didn't even knew. A few times thinking and trying to remember if by any chance she did forgot about that plan.

But no. She couldn't remember. She lost all hope she had.

When she felt like she could stand again she stood up not quit bothering to clean up the white and beige mess on the floor. She skipped it skillfully directing herself to their bedroom.

'Think about all the times this has happened before , think about all other times when he was guilt tripping you and using you to water up his garden of ego. '

Y/N entered their shared room where her lover was in. Laying on his back on a bed surrounded by soft cloudy cotton sheets. His arms and hands behind his head . His eyes looking her up and down with a cold expression while behind them a fire from the throne of hell was burning.

The room stopped smelling like rotten wine.

It was smelling very little like the mint and lime.

Slow raindrops hitting the huge windows gently , the sky changed from golden to silver.

" I-I am sorry.. Plea-ase don't be m-mad at me.. " She managed to choke out this apology.

Wishing that she was the one hearing it.

Wishing she didn't have to pray away his sins.

He tapped the place for her to lay beside him.

He made her a bed of thorns. In which this gentle rose was supposed to blossom.

" Ti amo amore mio . "

Oh that silly word she always get instead of apology. Like it would fix something.

She laid down beside him , placing her head on his chest , her left leg in between his and her left arm around his torso.

One of his hands playing with her hair while the other caressed her arm.

His eyes becoming glassy as bitter drops of shame and regret left them.

Both of these lovers crying in each others arms purposely. Eager to be taken care of.

And not being able to stay on the calm shore cause the violence is the only way they know how to love.

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