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dwarfstaralloy · 11 months
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@doctordonovan | liked for a starter.
"Is it bad?" Ray drummed his fingers on the table, not looking directly at Maeve. "It's bad, isn't it?"
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littlebennettbitch · 11 months
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@malka-lisitsa | liked for a starter
“Of all the people in the world, I had to be stuck here with you.”
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singdreamchild · 1 year
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April Fooled || Cassius & Quin
TIMING: Midnight, April 1st
LOCATION: somewhere in the woods outside of Wicked's Rest
PARTIES: @singdreamchild & @coraldonutbread
SUMMARY: After waking up from a car accident she shouldn't have survived, Quin receives help from Cassius, who discovers her car while out on a hunt.
WARNINGS: blood mention, automobile wreck
Silence and the scent of stale gasoline trickled in first, followed closely by stomach pangs beyond anything Quin had ever felt. Where the hell was she anyway?
"Maybe if you opened your eyes, you cheesehead," Quin grumbled as she shifted trying to get into a more comfortable position only to find herself restricted. Tied down? 
Whatever was encouraging such a lazy wake up was gone in an instant, her eyes wide open and hands slapping at the straps that held her tight. Straps…seatbelt…car…moose? Her memory as to how she got there was muddled at best, but one thing she was sure of, this crumpled death-trap was her car. Had to be since she wouldn't have been driving someone else's being so new to town. A few haphazard tugs at her seatbelt she began twisting and hyperventilating. After a half hearted attempt at freeing herself of the seatbelt it was but mere moments before Quin was attempting to crawl out of the jagged opening that she was fairly sure should have been a windshield. 
Cassius wasn’t one to openly hunt, he’d prefer a more willing donor. Lately, however, that wasn’t working out for him. Whether that be finding a supplier, so to speak, wasn’t around or he didn’t have the time to get over to one of his usual haunts. So, in the dead of night, he hunted down animals that he would usually consider low-hanging fruit. “Beggars can’t be choosers,” he muttered as he discarded the animal that found itself as his victim. Suddenly, her heard a faint noise coming from nearby. Plink. Plink. It smelled like… gasoline? No one could mistake that smell. Rising from his crouched position, he took a deep breath before following the sound of the drips. Upon discovering the wrecked vehicle, Cassius winced. Broken glass, old blood… this couldn’t be good. 
“Hello?” He called out, crouching down to peer into the vehicle, boots crunching on the shards of glass below him. Cassius heard the struggling, someone was in there. “Let me help you out, yeah?” 
Quin was certain she had to be hallucinating, surely she didn't just hear a voice. Yet, there they were, coming into focus albeit upside down. A bonified, living breathing person. And they were speaking again. 
"OH, um, yes please. I think I may have had a bit of a…tumble?" She cringed as she spoke. Even in such a situation she managed to try and downplay the problem at hand. Suddenly aware of what she must look like, she moved to fix her hair only to find it matted and sticky. She didn't have to see to know that blood caked her head and hair and the very thought had her head spinning. 
"I'm sorry," she mumbled "I must look a fright."
Just push through it Quin, you need to get out and fainting isn't going to help.
You should be dead, is what Cassius wanted to say. The way the car was crumpled and flipped over, she very well should be. He knew better than to say such a thing, one problem at a time and all that. “Just a tumble? Your car is completely wrecked. Given the circumstances, you look better than most would,” he replied. Laying down on his front, he began to assess the situation. He was right, she should  be dead. Then how-? Ah, there it was. Right on her neck, the tell-tale sign of a vampire’s bite mark. Then, getting a good look at her face, he saw her eyes. Red and glowing. A new vampire. “Well that changes things,” he muttered to himself, eyes wide with worry. He had to get her out of there and fast. “Just going to-” he reached his arm in through the broken window, holding her in place as he unbuckled his seatbelt. No point in hiding the strength, he thought to himself as he knew full well what he was going to have to explain to her later. “Alright, let’s try to get you right-side up and out of that pancake, yes?” He gave her a worried smile, beginning to let go of her so she could work on crawling out.
"Well I tumbled from somewhere," Quin quipped back, eager to distract herself from the reality setting in. She had been about to ask what changed things but was distracted by the sheer force this stranger was able to hold her in place with. Logic told her that it shouldn't be that easy, but then again, that seatbelt gave way easy enough to his intervention. Maybe she had just been panicking too much? Or she was a wimp. 
Still trying to sort through the growing pile of questions in her mind, she nodded slowly to the stranger's words and braced herself with her arms above her head…or below…being upside down was a bit too disorienting for her.
Slowly, and blessedly with assistance, Quin emerged from the wreckage miraculously alive. A wonder she lacked the energy to ponder.  
Body beating brain to a topic of interest Quin found herself blurring out "Do you have food? I'm starving," much to her embarrassment.
Sighing in relief as the woman was able to crawl out of the wreckage, he took a moment to assess her. Nothing broken, though her hair was matted with dried blood, which left little to be desired. Unless of course, you were a member of the shambling undead like himself. Swallowing hard, he decided no one was around to tell her otherwise. “Food, yes. Ah…” he scratched the back of his head, remembering the animal he had abandoned. “There’s something you may need to know,” he admitted as he pressed his lips into a thin line. Man this was awkward.  “First of all, my name is Cassius.” The man started, pressing a hand to his chest, a serious expression now on his features. “The reason you survived, the reason I was able to sense you,” his eyes began to glow a deep red, much like her own. “I am a vampire. And for one reason or another, someone decided instead of leaving you for dead, decided to turn you into one of us.” It wasn’t a very elegant way to deliver the news, but he didn’t know how much time she had before she started to frenzy. “But that’s the reason you’re so hungry,” he continued. “We need to get you fed. Blood.” He gestured his hands awkwardly, giving a terse smile. 
"Yeah, no. I'm Quin, by the way. And thank you for helping me, but I mean food. Cliff bar, some almonds, stray purse mint. Those sorts of things."
Vampire. HA. Truly an odd time to be making jokes but it did not escape her that even before the accident she did rather look like someone who might get a kick out of such a thing. It had to be a joke. Except…
"How did you do that thing with your eyes? What do you mean you sensed me? Shouldn't it have been harder to get me out of there? Have you seen my phone?" Hunger and desperation and maybe a dash of what the fuck swirled around her mind so fast she could feel the tinnitus in her damn chest. 
"You can't mean blood blood. I'm a vegetarian, for like a decade now," Quin stifled a gag as she mentioned blood. She couldn't even say the word without cringing. 
Cassius hummed, pretending to look for something in his pockets. “No, nothing on me, left my purse and mints at home.” His eyes stayed their glowing red, mostly because of the smell of the woman’s blood. He was good at controlling himself, but there was an extent to how well he could compose himself. Still, she began throwing rapid-fire questions at him, and he knew he had to respond to them all. “You’re coated in blood, and I happened to be hunting nearby. Our faces do this when we’re… in hunting mode, for lack of a better term.” He paused before answering her next question, knowing he was handling a delicate situation rather poorly. “And that’s partly how I sensed you, aside from your car leaking gasoline, that’s a distinct smell, that. And for a normal person, yes that should have been difficult. But as you can see, I have a few quirks. Strength being one of them.” At the last question, he blinked. Phone? Ah, yes. Kneeling down again, he assessed the inside of the car, or what was left of it. “Might have gone flying during the wreckage,” he mused before standing back up, wiping the debris away from his pants. 
He couldn’t help but bark out a laugh despite the situation. A vegetarian becoming a vampire? Cassius couldn’t help himself. “I know it sounds ridiculous, but how did you survive that wreck?” He pointed out once composing himself, crossing his arms over his chest, eyes narrowing. “Left side of your neck, right here.” He touched the side of his own neck, “feel the puncture marks.” He instructed, tapping a black nail repeatedly to the area on his own neck. “Unless you got a very specific puncture mark from the glass, that looks like a bite to me.” He gave her a minute, knowing he had given her a lot of information in such a short period of time.“It’s dangerous, for someone newly turned,” he began to explain in a gentle tone. “If not properly cared for, you can go nothing short of feral. And I don’t particularly care to see that happen to someone, especially when it poses a very real danger to yourself and the people around you. I know it’s a lot to take in all at once.” He shifted on his feet, head tilting to the side. “Let me help you.”
Quin quirked a small smile despite herself. As she listened to Cassius's explanations she began to pace, to mentally catalog the information that just didn't belong in reality. At least it didn't belong before. 
"Hunting mode? So mine will do that too?" Her face surely betrayed any calmness she was trying to grasp at. 
My dad is going to be worried sick. The thought made her lip quiver, how does one explain to their parent that they are…dead? Ish?
Quin stopped pacing, reaching her hand to the spot she was directed.
"So if I dont…feed, I disappear? Like, mentally? Survival mode kicks in and I don't exist?" It made sense, really. Survival tends to be the trump card. But if serving meant what he said it would, Quin was going to need help. 
"I think I'm going to need all the help I can get."
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paradubolical · 27 days
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if i wanna lie to the world and eat your dreams who do you think is gonna stop me
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0luv9 · 4 months
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can't move on || mattheo riddle
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Summary: He was done fucked, a weak man on his knees for her, mad for her, in love with her and funny enough she didn't know. Him sleeping around isn't helping him though.
Beware: angst, fluff (?), minimal plot, smoking, drugs, alcohol, she/her pronouns, second person used as well, miscommunication, misunderstandings, excessive use of swear words, both reader and Mattheo assume the worst, happy ending.
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Mattheo Riddle is in deep shit. His feelings have dug him a deep hole, a hole so deep that he could bury himself a hundred times over and still not be anywhere near the surface. He is so in love with you. And you being so fucking oblivious, mistake his advances for him being friendly. It's funny because when has he ever done something friendly? He's not even friendly to his friends, he insults them as a greeting for fucks sake. It's ridiculous how clueless you are, it was endearing at first but now it's just painful for him to watch you go on dates, that too every date with a different guy.
He thinks you've fucked them all, afterall it's him, Mattheo Riddle, he only thinks in extremes, if you've been on a date with some dude, you ofcourse had fucked him because who wouldn't do you. He resorted to the same ways, fucking his frustration out but instead of feeling satisfied, he would feel relieved for a moment and then his frustration would grow more and more, never coming close to being satisfied. He thought he could just fuck it all out, that he could just forget you, that he could just hate you. It became a routine for him, he got rougher and rougher with the girls he slept with, reaching his own high became harder and harder. It was all because of you, 'cause you couldn't see his love and make him a lover.
His reputation was worsening, his grades started slipping, he started ignoring you, becoming angry easily, snapping at anyone and everyone. Fucking girls left and right, every day was the same and he wondered why the hell he couldn't find a solution to all his problems. His smoking habits became worse, one cigarette turned into two, two turned three and now he was smoking one pack a day. His life was fucked, he could no longer think for himself, the thoughts of you with someone else corrupted his mind at all times. Everyone could see him ruining his life, he couldn't care less, he didn't give a shit about the names he was being called, most of them were true anyway.
Tonight was like every other Slytherin party night, except for the fact that he hadn't touched a drop of alcohol, all he wanted was a drunk hookup but he had slept with most of the girls in the room and he couldn't bring himself to repeat them over. He sighed, walking off to a secluded balcony, pulling out a cigarette, it was boring, life had become boring.
"Mattheo," he nearly jerked his head in the direction of your voice, it's been so long since he's heard it. All of it coming back to him, all the feelings he was trying to get rid of came right back, knocking at his heart. He's looking for the sweet smile, the one you'd always give him when you'd talk to him but all you did was frown at him, looking at him like the onlookers who gossiped about him and it fucking hurt. "Yes darling," he greeted you like nothing was wrong, before you would've smiled at his cheesy nicknames but now you grimaced at his hoarse voice and stepped back, he quickly looked away, just like that he blew off his last chance, he couldn't face it, he couldn't see you walk away from him, he physically couldn't.
"Riddle-" "Don't, don't call me that," he whispered, it was pathetic, he knows it too but that doesn't stop him, he couldn't hear you call him that. "Mattheo, I am Mattheo," he breathed out like an affirmation to himself, as though reminding himself of the person he's losing, dropping his cigarette and putting it out with his shoe. There it is, he's doing it again, acting how you'd want him to act, you disapproved of his smoking habits, you never told him to stop though, just so you know, he would stop if you only asked but you never did. You never asked anything of him, making the friendship feel one-sided, never wanting to bother him, you didn't do that with your other friends, you were openly asking them for favours albeit small, still favours, that's how friends are, looking out for eachother but no, you never expressed it, he just had to read into it. It made him feel as though he was your friend, just for the name sake, wow- he couldn't even be your friend.
He closed his eyes trying to contain himself, taking a hit from the burning cigarette, his hands were trembling, he was hurt, he could never be with you, you were making it clear. For the first time he got an actual sign of rejection and he just couldn't take it. "Riddle." It was still your voice, coming from his side, he slowly turned, there you were, standing next to him, looking at him with concern, giving him the slightest bit of hope, making his heart pound against his chest. He simply stared at you this time, unable to think of a response because you called him by his last name, you never did that. You didn't speak either, both staring at eachother, him with everything unsaid, sadness, anger, hope, longing, love, every fucking thing while you looked at him with worry painted all over your face. Mattheo hated to have people worry about him, noone was obligated to do so and he didn't want anyone to do it but right now, he didn't seem to mind, your attention was on him, worried about him. You finally looked away, placing your glass on the railing, alcohol with a lollipop in the glass, a typical you thing.
"alright, Mattheo," a small smile was tugging at your lips at his actions, "tell me, what's going on?" He didn't have anything to say, what would he say anyway? Upon not receiving an answer you sighed and continued, "Draco was telling me how different you've been-" he scoffed loudly interrupting you, ofcourse this is what it is, Malfoy sending you to talk to him, to scold him like everyone else, ofcourse you wouldn't come to him on your own, he was so fucking worthless in your eyes. “Don’t do that Mattheo-“ “Yeah? Why not? Coming here to scold me like everyone else, you know what, surprise surprise, it’s nothing I haven’t heard before.” He was angry, you come to talk to him after all these days and it was to tell him, that he’s bad, that he’s wrong, yes, he started it by ignoring you but you didn’t even make an effort to talk to your “friend” while he was away, it pained him to know that you didn’t even care to check up on him.
“No, I am worried Mattheo, this is not okay for you,” you moved closer, shaking your head trying to find the words, “I tried Mattheo, to catch you, to talk to you but you were always turning away, ignoring me, I couldn’t even get a proper look at you these weeks. Draco was joking about you smoking two a day, one for each girl you slept with, it was then but now, a whole pack a day? I tried to get to you, tried to see what’s been hurting you, but all I saw was your back towards me.” You paused, looking around clearly frustrated, “I thought maybe you didn’t want to talk about it, so I stopped trying but I am sorry, I can’t help myself, I care about you Mattheo and I hate to see you like this,” you looked up at him, hoping he’d understand but he only stared at you blankly, maybe you were wrong to care, he clearly didn’t want to be bothered, you sighed yet again, clearly there was no point, you could only wish for him to be better.
You mustered up all the courage you could, moving closer to the brunette who still hadn’t said a thing, “I am sorry for bothering you, I hope you win whatever battle it is that you are fighting, just know that I care and I can’t help but be worried when you are hurting, sorry if it is selfish that I want you to be better, I won’t disturb you anymore” you gave him a small smile, going up on your tiptoes planting a small kiss on his cheek, lingering for a moment, holding his hand in both of your own giving it a hard squeeze before letting go. It pained you to see that he didn’t seem to care about his own life, making you feel useless for doing the same, he was dear to you, you didn’t want to let go of him but clearly he didn’t want the same, who were you to deny him of anything? So, you let go, taking the moment in before walking away, the tears were ready to fall, you weren’t going to let him see that, you didn’t want him to see how pent up you were over him when he couldn’t even bring himself to care.
Mattheo could feel his chest burn, he could feel the sting in his heart at the sight of you walking away, his knees felt weak, you cared? You tried to reach out? Yes you did, of course you did, you weren’t the ugly person he tried to paint you as, he wanted to hate you so bad, he wanted you to be wrong, he wanted you to scold him, he wanted you to hate him just so he could move on but no, he could never move on from you, even if you spat his way he’d love you. ‘Sorry if it is selfish-’ he fucking wants you to be selfish, he wants you to be selfish about him. Only if he wasn’t busy imagining you with other guys, maybe he would’ve noticed that you smile a bit more around him, just maybe he’d see your eyes looking out for him. Maybe then he would’ve seen the look in your eyes, one similar to his, but he was a fool, he’d always be unworthy of your love, you wouldn’t love someone like him, he ruled that possibility out the very moment he fell in love with you, thereby in his mind even if you actually loved him, you didn’t because he couldn’t see it.
He called after you, he couldn’t see you walk away, not when he has so much to say. You turned around, he saw tears in your eyes, he felt like dying, it was him who made you cry, if he didn't hate himself before, he clearly did right then. With two wide strides he was infront of you, holding your face, wiping away your tears, "please don't walk away from me," he muttered, trying to get you to look up at him, you look up at him with stars in your eyes, taking his breath away, 'I want you so bad' he thinks to himself but it's false, no, he doesn't simply want you, he fucking needs you like the air you take away from him, when you look at him like that- hazy eyed, making him think that you love him but he knows you don't, he knows you don't love the guys you go on dates with, he knows you don't love the guys you sleep with, in his eyes you love to care but don't care to love, he'll be one of those guys, if it means you'll have him, even if it is for one night.
He was staring at you, looking for a sign, waiting for you to push him away but you just look at him with glossy eyes, making him weak, unable to contain himself he presses his lips against yours, you hiss pulling back, the bitter taste of smoke invading your senses, your reaction hurts him, he couldn't even be one of your guys, that's how worthless he is, his grip loosens, he tastes you on his lips, sweet cherry- the lollipop still sugary on your lips. Then you surprise him, fisting his collar, pulling him down, soft lips on his, like honey against his smoke. He loses it then and there, his hand comes up to hold your face, the other low on your back pulling you flush against him. It was heaven, eyes closed, moving in sync, savouring every second, he could feel his skin tingle, his body burn, it was pathetic how you could bring him to feel so much with the simplest of touches, and now you were kissing him, better than any dream or fantasy, it's real, he reminds himself, frowning as he concentrates trying to capture every single detail, of you against him.
Mattheo walks you back to the railings, not letting go of you even for a second. You pull away as the cold metal makes contact with your body, the sting seeping through the thin layer of your clothes. Still impossibly close practically breathing the same air, then the situation dawns upon you, you look up at Mattheo in horror. This is what has become of your love for him, he's using your attraction towards him to get you into bed, just like he did with other girls. There was no difference in their relationship with him and yours with him, evidently so. You loved kissing him but you hated the fact that it meant everything to you but all it was to him was a one night stand, your dignity would not allow it, even though you wanted him so badly. "I'm- I'm sorry but I can't," you quickly walk off, not looking back this was humiliation, you felt embarrassed.
One moment you were there kissing him and the next you were gone, he fucking hates this because he doesn't know what to do or what made you push him away. You gave him hope when you kissed him but shattered it when you walked away, you were confusing him. Why'd you kiss him like that if you wanted to let go? His hands reach out to pull at his hair, "Fuck" he grits out, it was frustrating not knowing what to do, knowing he has done something wrong. But for the most part, he doesn't know how you feel, you kissed him like you felt something but you walked away like it was nothing. He's over it.
He's absolutely not over it. He couldn't even stick to the plan for five seconds, images of you in his arms plagued his mind. He could only cherish that moment, he felt more alive in those few seconds than he ever did, his lips are still tingling, it's the next morning and his head is still in clouds. Mattheo for once, feels human- he feels like going to class again just so he could see you. The wound of your rejection was still fresh in his heart but so was the memory of your lips against his in his mind.
He could handle the professors' taunts, he infact muted them out and zeroed in on your face, you were avoiding him, he could see it, trying so hard just like he did the past few weeks. He saw himself in you for a moment but then you started talking to some Hufflepuff dude next to you, smiling at him so pretty, his blood started burning hot when he saw the guy touch you. You did nothing to push him away, pfft- ofcourse he wasn't Mattheo fucking Riddle that you'd push him away.
Mattheo was practically burning holes into you skull as he took a seat in the very back. Only if he wasn't so overtaken by jealousy he'd see that your smile didn't reach your eyes as you laughed at the Puff's joke, that your reactions were simply polite, a mere distraction from the pinching of your heart. You didn't want to be one of the girls he slept with, didn't want to be discarded after being used.
He couldn't even be one of your guys, he fucking wanted it to be him so bad just to have your for a night, just so you could see him in a different light, just so you'd know that he loved you. He'd gladly be discarded by you.
Mattheo has been searching for you, for about an hour now, you were minx- rushing out of the class before he could catch upto you. You were no where to be seen, he was actually getting worried. He was just about to enter the dungeons when he saw Pansy near the entrance. She'd know your whereabouts, she was a close friend of yours. She'd help him too, because she was his friend as well, right? Or had he destroyed every relationship he had the past few weeks. "Pans, a moment please" "oh hey Mattheo," she greeted him with a smile, that's a good sign, "umm- do you know where-" there he was, polite stuttering fucktard, "oh I know where she is," He didn't even tell her who he was looking for, confusion taking over his features, "I saw you looking at her in class, you like her don't you?" Was he that obvious? If so, why couldn't she see it? "Yeah," he finally admitted it to someone else, it was out there now, he felt some weight lift off of his shoulders, there was no denying to it, he loved her and he doesn't care if he gets laughed at for it but then his heart stops at her next words. "She's on a date with some Hufflepuff, in Hogsmeade," her voice was sympathetic, hurt was painted all over his face.
They were standing there in awkward silence for a couple of minutes before she broke it, heading towards the entrance, "You know you should tell her," she gave him a small smile, she patted his back ready to slip into the entrance, he stopped her "Why? Did she say something about me?" His voice was full of hope, hoping that maybe she had confessed to her friend just like he did right then but to add onto his sorrow, Pansy shook her head, he let his head hang low, moving his hand over his face, scoffing bitterly at the situation he was in, "but you should still tell her, at least you'll be satisfied knowing that you did something about it than do nothing." She shrugged walking in, leaving him there to think about her words.
She is right. He has to know, to know how you feel, he has to talk to you, has to let you know how he feels because in his heart, there's hope that you may like him back because you kissed him like you did. Mattheo wants to confirm that it wasn't his delusions that rendered your lips to move against his in adoration, something more than just physical. He has to hold you again in his arms-
He didn't even have to walk far away to find you, walking alone in the empty corridor but you turn around as you see him. Mattheo won't let you do that this time, he's onto you within seconds grabbing your wrist and pulling you back. "What-" "Please don't ignore me-" "I am not!" You sound defensive, taking your hand back, folding them as you look at him as though he is some lowlife human, there's a similar hurt in your eyes, one he knows a bit too well. "Yes you are, please don't try to deny it," he says slowly and carefully, he doesn't want you to walk away, "what do you want Mattheo?" You are annoyed, you stretch out his name showing your impatience. He takes his sweet time though, taking your hands in his, they feel cold, snatching away the warmthness of the action, "Why did you walk away? Yesterday?" "Why? Is there some rule against it-""no no ofcourse not-" both of you interrupting each other, you were frustrated, what was he trying to do? Did his ego take such a huge hit that you didn't want to sleep with him, like those girls he used and discarded? "Tell me why is it that you care? It's not a huge deal to you, you can have anyone else to sleep with you, it shouldn't matter that one girl decided to walk away when you have tens and hundreds lining up-" "WHAT?" He was looking at as though you were saying something ridiculous, "I cared about our relationship enough not to ruin it but you had to be there, trying to use me like you use the other girls and then discard me-" "STOP!" He holds your face in his hands, intense gaze setting you ablaze, "I fucking care, don’t think otherwise, I care because it's you, you could never be them-"
"wow- am I so worthless and unattractive in your eyes that you don't even-" "Wait, it should be me saying all of this, about you and the guys you on dates with, the guys you take to bed-" "What guys-" you both were now screaming at eachother, it was overwhelming, having to be vulnerable and admit your feelings and not understand what the person in front of you is saying. "I have not once slept with the guys I went on dates with, I'm in love with you for fucks sake but I got tired of waiting for you to love me," What.
He fucked up.
"Fuck, fuck-" his knees hit the ground as he covers his face with his hands, he's ruined all his chances by being an assuming dickhead. Heavens goodness- "FUCK!" He groans into his palms, not being able to digest what you had just said, he feels ecstatic that you love him but he hates that he's ruined his chances with you, "Mattheo-" "Fuck, I am so sorry, I've been a fool, a fucking idiot-" he pulls you down, grabbing your hands, crying because he doesn't know any other way to express it. He has lost his chance all because he let jealousy get the best of him, took illogical steps to overcome it. "I love you, I fucking am in love with you," he grips your hands tight, shaking them as he speaks, unable to control his very physical reaction, "Mattheo what-" "I thought that I could fuck it all out, fuck all the feelings away but no you were always on my mind, not just you but you with someone else, happy. I thought maybe I could resort to your ways, thought maybe I could sleep around then I'd get rid of my feelings, afterall you seemed happy doing it but you never- FUCK! I am so fucking sorry, I love you-" you kiss him, he sure was an idiot to think that you could just flip a switch and "unlove" him, what kind of love would that be? You hated to admit it, you loved him even when he was sleeping with so many girls, you loved him before he did that, a few weeks were nothing to make you hate him.
It was brief kiss, enough to silence him, tears were still running down his face- he was a heartbroken man on his knees afterall- they were only a sign of his regret, then he was at it again, apologising, "stop Mattheo, you are foolish if you think that I'll love one moment and not love you the next-" "but you don't deserve it, not after what I did-" "let me decide that. Do you love me?" Your ask is serious, so he answers you with utmost sincerity, his words soft, full of truth "I love you, more than I think I can handle," he looks down, you don't let him as you wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him close, "Learn to handle it then, I am not going anywhere." For the first time in his life, does Mattheo experience pure bliss, you are a sin against his lips, he pulls you closer like a prayer because if there's a god above, he'd pray for you to be his.
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sals-sonic · 2 days
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👉 There's nothing wrong in writing or drawing media blatantly portraying sexuality.
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👉 "PWP", aka "Porn Without Plot" or "Plot? What Plot?", is still just as valid as other types of writing.
👉 To think that only "safe" and "unproblematic" kinks are allowed to be written or drawn is extremely kink negative and conservative.
👉 Taboo kinks and paraphilias should have the right to be explored in fiction the same way that "non-problematic" kinks are. Yes, even if it's only for self-pleasure.
👉 There's nothing wrong in posting writings or drawings containing nothing but kink on the Internet. You don't need to keep it to yourself. If it's tagged, there should be no issue if people want to avoid it.
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gggoofiestgoober · 7 months
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hermes's backstory but it's an episode of La Rosa de Guadalupe
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fastcardotmp3 · 10 months
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I'm not usually the audience for most kid fic content HOWEVER the idea of Eddie falling into a circumstance where he becomes the Uncle Wayne to some other kid who has nowhere else to go has me by the throat today
like. circular narratives.... hear me out....
maybe Eddie did have a sibling, a sister ten years older than him who was out of the house and as far away as she could manage before he even ended up in Hawkins with Wayne. maybe he and his sister didn't keep in touch because by the time she had her footing in the world well enough to come back and see him, Eddie was long gone already.
maybe she ends up in worse situations than he does by nature of not having a Wayne of her own to teach her what it feels like to have someone stick around for you and maybe one of those situations is ending up with a kid she's not equipped to take care of, no matter how much she tries.
she needs help, needs backup, needs someone to take this 10-year-old in and give her safety while her mother gets healthy and tries to learn what it means to be stable.
And hey, listen, Eddie Munson is 27 at this point, he's had seven years to heal from the bullshit Hawkins put him through and he's still working hard every day to keep that momentum going, but a child?
he's not a father, not an uncle, take her to Wayne for fuck's sake, he begs of his sister even though he knows deep down he doesn't mean it, not when Wayne has finally retired, finally has some stability of his own.
what other option do I have? I need you, Ed, is begged of him in return, and he hears her, he does, but what does he have to offer in this situation?
he's a mechanic with PTSD and a one-bedroom in Bloomington who's been pining for his best friend the former jock-turned-part time student for the past two years.
he's a wreck and a half who has nothing but lateral moves to make in his future and has to set three different alarm clocks to wake himself up in time for work every morning and he's just-- Eddie. That's all he is. That's all he has to offer.
It can't possibly be enough.
What's her name? he asks despite himself, out here on the sidewalk in front of his place of work where he'd been ambushed, where he knows Steve will be pulling into the spot across the street to pick him up any minute.
Naomi, is the answer, and she will be, even if Eddie doesn't see it yet.
There's no part of Eddie Munson which has ever dreamed of trips to the park and helping with homework and drives to the mall to buy presents for birthday parties.
There's no part of him which has ever sought out parenthood to anything other than the stray cat who likes to beg for treats at his back door.
There's no part of him which is built for this, Eddie knows, as he sees the familiar shape of a familiar car parking across the street and idling.
Naomi, he breathes anyway, looks down at the photograph being pressed into his hand, the untamed curls and missing front teeth.
She's sitting on the front steps of a trailer, sun shining down on her and pinking up the bridge of her nose and it's him for a moment. It's him, loved unequivocally by a guy who never planned to have kids, never wanted them, and loved Eddie with everything he had to offer despite it.
It's him, the little boy that still lives in Eddie's chest, just asking not to be forgotten.
You're all she's got right now, Eddie.
Well, shit.
He's gonna need to put a call into Wayne, isn't he?
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dwarfstaralloy · 6 months
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you got a permit for that?
meme: back to the future prompts status: accepting (from mutuals)
His affirmative answer and subsequent slide over of a piece of paper might have been fuelled by too little sleep and too much caffeine. But instead of the polite thing to do, Ray had gone with the chaotic. So Lou - who really did not deserve it, and Ray would apologise once he had actually gotten some rest and wasn't running on fumes - was given a piece of paper he had scrawled 'PERMIT: I do what I want' on.
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littlebennettbitch · 11 months
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@feistyxbadass | liked for a starter
She settled into the seat at the bar and grinned at Camille. "If I order a really expensive drink, can I put it on someone else's tab?" Bonnie paused, leaned forward. "And by someone else, I mean one of the Milaelsons'."
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just-mebs · 9 months
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Bounce Bounce, am I right?
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wolflowers · 16 days
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mon 𓂋 amour ✿ how I love 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 my love on 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻
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♥︎📖 𝐈𝐆 PROFILE IDEA !
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evignonita · 2 months
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Guys loook guys look look she is so pretty and she is married with a pretty butch and they are happy and they are raising an alien baby together and and
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She is the reason why lesbians exist
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🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌
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minnow-doodle-doo · 1 year
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me trying so hard not to be bitter: sometimes people in power start wars because they want to hurt others.
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fictionfreedom · 6 months
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Listen ya'll, some people wanna act like you have to be a certain age to be a paraphile but man I've been attracted to animals since I was a kid. Like, I barely even knew what a pedophile was at that age much less a zoophile, but there I was with feelings toward my cat (She is still with us today btw!) And you want to know something super shocking? Even as a child, I didn't act on my feelings in any harmful way. Sure, I would be a bit more clingy towards the animals and a lot more okay with getting puppy kisses and love bites from the dogs and cats, but I never did anything to hurt them. I say this all to say, paraphiles are NOT deranged, rabid, (unless they want to be) or incapable of control over themselves, they are humans (or not, if you prefer another term besides human) all the same, and your constant assumptions that paraphiles "Can't control themselves" are going to end up turning the same way it did with people saying that men "can't control themselves" in response to their crimes. We can control ourselves, we are not immediately criminals because of our feelings or thoughts, and no paraphile deserves to be mocked or criminalized for things they can't truly control or didn't even do. So, no, that pedophile you attacked for talking about their feelings (even if in an inappropriate way) who never actually did a single thing to any children (or anything by proxy), and may have even just gotten used to their feelings that they probably felt horribly ashamed of before? Not a criminal, and did not deserve to be treated as such. That zoophile you doxxed and harassed because they mentioned they happened to have a pet, and after everything publicly says that they never once did anything to their pet (because shocker, they aren't incapable of self-control)? Not a criminal, and is probably telling the truth, and in this situation, you would be the criminal by all reasoning. And these below are less about legality and more about the fact even "gross" paraphilias deserve kind treatment You know, like Coprophilia? Because last I checked, they get mocked no matter what community they are in, because if they are in the para community they get mocked for it being gross, and about the same thing happens in the kink/BDSM community except they might just mainly be mocked/bullied (or harassed) for using a paraphilia label instead of just saying they have a kink. I'ma leave this off here though, and just say point blank: Stop harassing paraphiles, I don't care what the paraphilia is, unless you have point-blank proof that they've actually done something bad/illegal (I personally could care less if they did something "bad", if it isn't illegal/harmful idgaf)
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scorchedhearth · 6 months
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on violence, intimacy and fistfights
Countdown (2007) / Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club / George Luks, The Wrestlers / Jeanette Winterson, The Agony of Intimacy / The Used, Paralysed / Richard Siken, Little Beast / Countdown Presents: The Search for Ray Palmer (2008) / Nine Inch Nails, Sin / Peter De Potter, Familiar Patterns / Yrsa Daley-Ward, Bone / Hera Lindsay Bird, Mirror Traps / Ion: Guardian of the Universe (2006) / Batman: Under the Red Hood (2005) / Emma Rebholz / The Omega Men (2015) / Sonya Vatomsky, Salt Is For Curing / William-Adolphe Bouguereau, Dante and Virgil / Erin Slaughter, I Will Tell this Story to the Sun Until You Remember that You are the Sun / Yves Olade / Xue Jiye, Dogfight
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