#this thought occurred to me out of nowhere and i needed to share it.

[toxicanonymity]

fires (aches prequel)

1650, Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: optional prequel to: Aches, Thoughts, and ✨Needs. started as lore, thanks for asking @thesummerpetrichor 🖤 POV changes. SUMMARY: You meet Joel, start traveling with him, and sexual tension ebbs and flows before you lose your sleeping bag. WARNINGS: I8+, fluff, sexual tension, arousal, brief jacking off.

You were the last of your group, trying to make your way to Jackson to find a family member. When Joel first found you trying to read a map, you were skittish and didn't want to tell him where you were trying to go. He asked if you needed anything and you said no, even though you couldn't sleep at night because you were so scared, and you were starving. You declined his help and quickly went on your way. You ran into him a couple more times after that, and he was polite but kept a respectful distance.

One night when you were trying and failing to make a fire, he came up and offered his help. You initially told him it was fine, no thank you. Then he spared your pride by saying, "No sense in both of us makin' a fire if we can share one." He felt bad for you. You didn't tell him much about yourself, but when he told you even the dryest, shortest version of his story--lost a daughter, nothing left here, headed west--your walls came down. You camped together that night, kind of, like 20 ft apart. You felt a strange mix of comfort and nervousness having him close by. You left early in the morning so you wouldn't have to talk to him. You were feeling shy.

The next day, you stumbled on infected. Joel showed up out of nowhere and barked orders at you, telling you to "get down!" then "behind me, now!" He sniped them off like it was nothing before they got close enough to touch you. You were shaken of course.  He got you somewhere safe, then said it'd be safer if the two of you traveled together. He was disturbed that you didn’t even have any weapons left. That night, you didn't know if it was just the effect of everything that happened (his yelling echoed in your head), but you had a feeling in your tummy whenever he spoke, whenever the fire would catch the silver of his beard. You couldn’t take your eyes off his biceps, either. You didn’t register it as attraction right away. It never occurred to you that you could be attracted to someone that old. 

The daily dynamic was outwardly platonic but that effect of his voice, his face, his muscles, that never went away. It only got stronger. He was strong, and handsome, he looked out for you. You didn’t talk much, but you got to know a little more about each other like your shared destination and the relatives you were hoping to find. 

–

The turning point was when you encountered infected together one evening around dusk, and it was a much closer call than the first incident.  After sniping them off, Joel hugged you and quickly got you to safety, reassuring you, “you’re okay, sweetie, i got you.”  He made a fire as soon as you found a good place. He felt guilty that he hadn't already set up camp for the night before this happened. It was too dark to still be walking.

By the fire light, he examined you for bites, and continued to reassure you. “Shhhh, it’s okay, you’re safe.”  He seemed to be reassuring himself, too. He looked at your arms and the back of your neck. Then he glanced at your torso and got awkward.

“ I don’t–i don't gotta look, but if ya want– if ya wanna look at yourself," he gestured toward his own torso, "uh, it might be a good idea.” 

“Do you mind doing it?” You tearfully asked him.

“Oh, uh. . . darlin’, I–” He wouldn’t meet your eyes. 

“Please? I wanna know I’m okay.” 

After a long pause, he said “Okay, sweetie.” 

You wanted to be sure you weren’t bit, so you could have peace of mind and get to sleep.  He was hesitant about it, gently lifting your shirt, which gave you butterflies.  Then you started to take it off entirely, and he swallowed and looked away for a moment. You didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered on your breasts with a different gaze. He turned you around by curling his thick fingers around your back and nudging you toward him to rotate. "Turn around a sec," he murmured lowly. That was the spark. The gentle nudge of his fingers made your skin feel ten degrees hotter. The crackle of the fire loudly filled the heated silence of the moment as he checked out the skin on your back. 

You asked him to look at your legs. He pulled up your pants legs one at a time as far as they would go to check your calves and ankles. Your heart raced as his fingers skimmed your skin when he rolled each pants legs up. In the fire light you watched his face and it was the closest you seen him. His facial lines and marks made him look like an action hero. His eyes were deep and thoughtful. 

He rolled down your pants legs and said beyond that you were probably okay, since your pants weren't ripped. There was a new heartbeat between your legs. The buzz of his innocent touch lingered on your skin all night. That's when you admitted to yourself that you had a crush on him. You caught yourself feeling a little disappointed he didn't take down your pants earlier.

—--

At first, Joel saw you as just a girl. The injustice of you having to make it on your own dominated his view of you. He also saw you as a liability. The fact that you wouldn't accept his help at first meant he had to keep track of you as well as any danger.  If you perished and he could've done something to stop it, it would eat him up. He didn't know how many more deaths he could carry with him. 

Then he got to know you, and you were the first person to make him smile in... he didn't know how long. Despite the world around you, you still delighted in the smallest things and it was infectious. He began to smile to himself if he saw something he thought you might like. Your face lit up at certain plants and flowers. You were someone special to protect at all costs. As you opened up, hearing about your life who you lost started to make you seem a little older, like someone he could actually relate to.  

Then, that night when he was checking your skin by the fire, he was faced with the hard evidence of what it meant for him that you were a woman, or what it could mean. What what men and women often became together, and what could become of your duo. It wasn't just the curves of your body in the flickering fire light, it was the way you looked at him darkly as your tears faded. He knew that look well, but hadn't seen it in a long time. He started getting hard and discreetly adjusted himself. You probably weren't even aware of what he could see on your face, so he didn't want to read anything into it in terms of intent. But that look... He couldn't get that look out of his head, and the feeling of your soft skin wouldn't leave his rough fingertips.

-

He talked to you a little differently after that night.  No more asking you what you learned and liked in school. Long silences were more frequent but remained comfortable. During certain silences, he found himself thinking more about whether you had boyfriends and what you did with them. He tried not to pry, but one day he asked.

You told him you didn't have much of a chance to experience any of that, and a long silence ensued. He was afraid anything he said (“sorry”? “that's too bad"?) might sound perverted, and he didn't want you to shut down on him.  His heart swelled at a passing thought that he could be your first everything, and he pushed it away, feeling strange about your age and embarrassed at the thought.  But that same night, by the fire he saw that look in your eyes again.  And then, after saying good night, his thoughts returned. 

He thought about the possibilities, and his heart swelled again, and his cock swelled, too, and it wouldn't go away. He held his stiff manhood, and it throbbed in his hand. Soon enough he was quietly spitting in the same hand, trying to make small movements and control his breathing.  He forced himself to think of other women, past experiences, but his mind always returned to you with your hands on it, or your mouth, or just the way you smiled, but mostly that look, burned in his eyes. When he came with the softest grunt, he imagined your chest all shiny with his cum. 

Something in him was waking up from a long slumber, and he didn't like it. It was a distraction. He knew if he fed the beast it wouldn't leave, so he put it out of his mind and tried not to indulge the urge again. 

Just a few days later, you encountered a hostile group and lost your sleeping bag. He slept on the dirt and let you have his bag to yourself, but the whole time, you felt cold and weird.  After a couple nights of that, you told him there was no sense in him being on the dirt when there was room in the bag and you were cold.

The first time he got hard against you, you didn’t flinch or move away.  He did, but you didn't. You didn't flinch the next time either, although you did take a deep breath. He said sorry and asked if you were okay, and you said yes. He figured it didn’t bother you, and there was no need to further address it.

There was nothing he could do about it anyway. 

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Continue to smut: Aches, Thoughts, and Needs.

Thank you for reading, love you guys.

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[writingquestionsanswered]

hi! it's the pregnancy-as-plot-device anon again! thank you for your answer to my ask. I'm so grateful

could you help me on how to write a scene where the readers know that the main couple had (s*x) together but without a smut and a "waking up together nak*d* scene too? I just don't wanna make my main female character pop up pregnant out of nowhere and don't want to write an explicit chapter too.

Thank you so much.

Non-Explicit S*x Scene

** Note: I am choosing to follow the text convention Anon used (s*x) here. If that bothers you, keep scrolling.

There are a few different ways you can handle a s*x scene without being explicit or having them wake up together naked.

1 - Fade to Black - This is where you "fade out" before things get too spicy. What's great about this method is you can control how little or how much you want to show before that fade out occurs. You can do as little as having one lead the other into the bedroom and the door closes (leaving the rest up to the reader's imagination), or you could have them start kissing and then fade out, or you could ramp up toward some spicier making out before you fade out. And the fade doesn't have to be them going into the bedroom and closing the door. You can get a little poetic instead... maybe they start kissing, and the narrator says, "They spent the rest of the night getting lost in one another's souls." It's not explicit... it's not even specific, but it's reasonable for the reader to guess what exactly they got up to.

2 - Implicit Description - With implicit description, the reader is present for intercourse, or at least some of it, but it's described in a way that leaves things to the reader's imagination. It's more about emotion, thought, and feeling than describing body parts and what they're doing. It's poetic, like the "getting lost in one another's souls" bit, but more emotional and descriptive. Just not explicit.

3 - The Morning After, Just Not Naked - You can still skip to the morning after without the couple having to wake up naked together or waking up together at all. A day can begin when one character wanders into the kitchen to find the other making pancakes. Maybe they exchange a sly grin. Maybe one says something like, "Last night was amazing," or teases, "I see you found your underwear..." Here again, it's pretty clear what happened the night before without explicitly stating it. It doesn't matter whether or not the reader figures out they went all the way... they know something happened, so it's not going to be a huge shocker if someone ends up pregnant.

4 - Hinting Through Dialogue - Another option is to have one or both characters talk about it--not with each other as in the "last night was amazing" type of remark, but with other characters. For example, maybe Character A goes to meet friends at a coffee shop the next day, and Character C asks, "So, how did it go with Character B last night?" and Character A blushes, leading Character C to say, "NO! You didn't?! Did you two...?" Now it's out in the open. And this method can be used on its own or to clarify one of the methods above.

5 - Combination of the Above - Just as you can match #4 with any previous method for clarification, you can use any of these in combination to get the point across. You don't need to hit the reader over the head with it--especially if you're trying to be subtle--but if you combine methods, you'll definitely get the point across.

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[twilightspinkyfinger]

Reader finds out Twilight is Wolfie before Wild

Part of my Hyrule Historian AU, for more info, check out my masterlist!

You and Wild shared a lot of things as best friends. You shared food, secrets, gossip, clothing, and sometimes even a bed. But one thing you tried not to share was your every waking thought, especially thoughts that could be deemed as obvious observations.

You quickly learned while traveling with the chain, that your definition of obvious was very different from Wild's definition of obvious.

You considered Wild to be a very observant person during your adventure to defeat the calamity in your own Hyrule, but you were reminded how much of an idiot the Champion was when the topic of Wolfie came up.

Within your first week traveling with the chain, you were suspicious of the relationship between Wolfie and Twilight. Something just seemed off, so the scholar in you decided to start taking note of the two of them to figure out what exactly was going on.

Your observations started to practically write themselves.

You were quick to notice a pattern start to form: whenever Wolfie was with the chain, Twilight was nowhere to be seen, and whenever Twilight was with the chain, Wolfie was nowhere to be seen.

You also noticed Wolfie's ability to follow the chain, despite the use of travel via portals that the chain used to hop from one era to another. The only other beings you had noticed were able to accomplish this feat were the shadow and the mailman.

Wolfie also only accepted kissing from "pretty girls" and got annoyed at the boys when they showed him the same affection you did, which seemed exactly like something a Link would do if he had the ability to turn into a canine.

If you had been particularly affectionate to Wolfie, Twilight would avoid you for the rest of the day, which seemed like reason enough to link the two together, since it was a normal reaction to be flustered when someone kissed you.

Additionally, Twilight always smelled like a dog after he returned from being "missing"

To you the answer to the Wolfie/Twilight mystery was obvious: they were one and the same. You had no idea how Twilight managed to turn himself into your furry friend, but that did not matter at the moment. You figured you would find out the answer to the transformation at some point, as he seemed to not be telling any of the chain about the phenomenon, so why would he tell you? You weren't even a Link, just a historian from the Champion's era.

You hadn't felt the need to divulge any of this information to Wild, as you trusted that he was intelligent enough to figure out the same patterns, but boy were you wrong.

You had no idea that Wolfie had saved your best friend, only to reveal himself as the Hero of Twilight, and you sure as hell didn't think Twilight being Wolfie was a secret.

All of these factors led you to a very amusing scenario, at least it was amusing to you.

You had plopped yourself under a tree a little ways away from camp, that way you could have some peace and quiet to read. Your peace was soon interrupted by your best friend and the wolf by his side.

You looked up, smiled, and waved at the two before speaking, "Hi, Wild. Hi, Twilight."

You were shocked by what occurred next, when Wolfie transformed into Twilight before your very eyes looking very betrayed and upset before he turned to face Wild.

"You told them! I thought I specifically asked you not to tell anyone!" he shouted at the other young man. Before you could reply a very offended-looking Wild stood up for himself.

"I didn't tell them anything! They must have figured it out on their own. If there's one thing I know about them it's that they are definitely smarter than all of us, especially me. Did you really think I would so easily break a promise? I'm hurt." Wild frowned looking up at Twilight.

"It was supposed to be a secret?" you asked innocently, not intending to make Twilight upset. "I didn't know, I apologize if I said something I shouldn't have. I just thought it was common knowledge that you were Wolfie, after all, you don't do a great job at hiding it," You said while smirking at the hero before you.

Twilight was quick to apologize to both you and Wild following his outburst. Honestly, Twilight was a little relieved that someone else in the group knew his secret, and he started to become closer to you as well.

That being said, Twilight was embarrassed at how quickly you were able to find out his secret on your own, and Wild was annoyed that you didn't tell him that you figured it out.

Oh well, you guessed you would be sure to inform your local idiots of all the things you noticed from now on, as your little duo soon became a trio that included Twilight.

#link x reader #lu x reader #linked universe #loz #lu wild #linked universe x reader #the legend of zelda #lu wild x reader #lu twilight x reader #lu twilight #mowrites #lu wolfie

[trick-or-fucking-treat]

The Knife in You Brings Out the Life in Me - Danny Johnson x Reader

Masterlist

Prologue ~

Summary:

Y/n was never close with her cousin Billy and hadn’t seen him in years, but when he shows up at her roadside home, running from the law and with a Stu on his arm, she figures it’s best to let him stay. He wouldn’t.. gut her? Right? Best not take any chances! The real kicker, however, is when their inspiration - the real and original Ghostface - shows up. She has less faith he’ll let her live if she isn’t careful.

"How could this happen? Am I dreaming again? Her body's not moving I'm assuming she's dead"

- The Greatest Story Ever Told, Ice Nine Kills

———

"Fuck, Billy! What'd we do now?" Stu stressed, knife in hand, gesturing wildly.

"Well... our face is on every news station, too many people around here know who we are." Like Stu, Billy still wore his shitty dollar store Ghostface costume, albeit their masks were tossed off to the side. Both were covered in blood, Billy slightly more so, and Billy was trying to keep his cool while Stu made every effort to panic.

"Ok, so.. we need to lie low?"

"Exactly. I have a rich cousin who doesn't live far from here, but still pretty out of the way. She's a recluse, we won't be bothered there... assuming she'll take us in."

After pulling off their first couple murders scot free, Billy and Stu decided they couldn't let the thrill go. Of course it was going to bite them in the ass eventually, but how were they supposed to know karma is a cold hearted bitch? Welp! They sure do now...

Their latest victim managed to get away, and while she didn't see their faces, she was damn sure she knew the killers. The two slash happy teens had taken a hit at another one of their classmates who they weren't too fond of, and they got cocky. Gave a hint hint, wink wink, at who they were behind the masks to scare the poor victim into thinking she was going to get her guts spilled by the guys who sit across the classroom to her in chemistry. It's all part of the thrill!

Except this time the bitch got away and ran to the police.

Stu was quiet for a moment before another thought occurred to him. "What about... you know who..? How will he find us if we drop off the map?"

"For all we know Danny's watching us right now! He's probably laughing about us fucking up.. he'll find us or he won't, that's up to him. Right now we need to get out of dodge."

———

Danny Johnson. The original Ghostface. Billy and Stu thought they were funny copycatting such a famous psycho. He was their role model of sorts.

Things changed when good ol' Jed Olsen started being pally with Billy and Stu, though. He was older. Sort of came out of nowhere. Knew things he shouldn't have known.

At first the pair were worried he knew what they were up to and just needed confirmation before going to the police, but Jed seemed to find it more funny than anything. He had this energy about him that made them cautious.

One night they were getting ready to start stalking another future victim (Miss run-away-and-blab-to-the-police funnily enough) when they got a phone call.

"Do you like scary movies?" The familiar staticky voice had spoken. "Who am I kidding? Of course you do! Why else would you both be starring in one? The question is... are you really the predators? Or are you actually... the prey?" The line had gone dead a moment later.

But when they shared a slightly concerned glance and decided to continue to leave for their midnight hobby, they opened the door to see a matching - though much more pristine mask  - staring back at them.

The Ghostface at the door didn't wear a cheap, scraggly, dollar store Halloween costume like Billy and Stu. He wore thick, black, sturdy material with straps and combat boots. Ohhh fuuuuuck... this guy is serious.

Danny gave them a good scare and let them fear for their lives for a while. Danny's a better killer than them. More experienced. More ruthless, and far more premeditated. But despite planning on killing them at first (they stole his entire thing, they couldn't get away with it, Danny had been planning this for a while) in the moment, he saw potential in them. Also they were a good laugh.

From then on, Danny took them under his wing and turned up when he felt like it to guide them in stalking and nurture their talent for murder.

Danny wasn't typically the kind of guy to help out other killers, especially ones who steal his likeness, but these guys had the same raw psychopathy that Danny sees in himself. And also, what the hell, he gets bored, they buy him free meals, they treat him like a god, what's not love!

And so Billy and Stu met their hero and dedicated their time to someday be as great as him. (Danny knew they'd never live up to him, he can always kill 'em when they get boring).

But now they've fucked up. Their victim got away. Danny's laughing and hiding in a bush somewhere vowing to never let them live it down. And Billy and Stu are hitching a ride to Billy's cousins place, hoping y/n will look past the blood and murder and let them crash for a little while.

———

A/N: ok this is the prologue for my new fic! Now I know I've written fuck all in a long time, and I apologise to anyone who's been waiting on updates to my other fics if you've read any, but I've got to go where the inspiration takes me!

I hope you enjoyed this little intro and please leave a comment if you have any ideas!

Have a great day/night,

~ trick-or-fucking-treat

#danny jed olsen johnson x reader #danny johnson ghostface x reader #danny johnson x reader #danny jed olsen johnson #ghostface x reader #danny johnson #slashers x reader #slasher #slashers #dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight fanfic #ghostface

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello, a question, due to the reactions of the boys,.... perhaps Valentine's Day does not exist in their world? :00

I was thinking that was a possibility 🤔 It would certainly help explain why we’ve never really had a Valentine’s Day event. Not to mention that it's off that of the 28 letters we've been getting for 3 years now, not ONE has ever mentioned a "valentine" or a special occasion of the sort. (Maybe Christmas and various other winter holidays don’t exist either, since we’ve never had a Christmas themed event…? Or perhaps they’re under different names like how the Star Sending is basically TWST’s take on Tanabata.) I know Twisted Wonderland has Halloween, but that doesn’t necessarily mean all holidays in our world translate over to their world.

On the “Valentine’s Day doesn’t exist in TWST” theory, we’ve never heard the name mentioned or a holiday like it vaguely referenced in passing. Also supporting this is the fact that many of the Valentine Gift letters (which are only called “Valentine Gifts” in the real world, not in the context of the in-game universe) don’t make mention of the day being particularly remarkable. In fact, it can be argued that some letters imply the sender is giving a character a gift on some random day of no particular importance. For example, Floyd 2021: Hey, thanks for the gift! I don’t think it’s my birthday though, so what gives? It’s a little weird just getting something out of the blue/Floyd 2022: Is it a thing for land-dwellers to just randomly gift each other stuff?, and Ace 2021: Thanks for the present. But what’s up with the sudden gesture?/Ace 2022: I was floored when I got a gift from you out of nowhere!, just to name a few! This is, of course, assuming the characters are not teasing, playing ignorant on purpose, or actually forgot what day it was (which, given which characters these are, that’s a 50-50 chance). It's not clear if the letters actually indicate consecutive years or not (ie 2021 letters are one year, 2022 letters are the consecutive year in the TWST timeline, etc.), otherwise I would say that Floyd being confused about the gifts he receives as an indication that Valentine's Day isn't a thing for those in Twisted Wonderland. Alternatively, maybe it isn't a holiday for merpeople???? (Just because Floyd mentions in his 2022 letter that he thinks it's a tradition for land-dwellers.)

There are also various lines you could interpret as “oh, the character is just surprised that you consider them a good friend and gifted them something (regardless of it’s a special day or not)”. For example, Deuce 2021: Thank you for the present. You surprised me a bit with that since we don’t often get chances to give our classmates gifts (the bolded part implies that today is somehow a special day designated for gift-giving?), and Jamil 2021: Thank you for the gift. To think I would receive something from you… Well, it caught me off guard (the bolded part would be interpreted as Jamil being shocked you consider him a friend worthy of a gift, or it could be his general shock at being thought of since he's used to playing support to others; it does not imply a special day).

I think the letters could also be interpreted in those ways as well, especially since not all Valentine’s Day gifts in Japan are meant to be romantic. (There are different phrases to denote gift meaning in Japan; “tomo choco” are given to friends, “giri choco” are given to coworkers/teachers/family, etc.) Sometimes there are lines which imply a "return of the favor" (via gifting, sharing their sweets, or just hanging out together(, and while this is definitely in-character for the boys who say it (coughAZULcough), it also implies a custom that is similar to Japan's version of Valentine's Day (ie if you have similar feelings (again, these feelings DON'T need to be romantic in nature), then you reciprocate by giving a gift in return). However, this doesn't occur with all the characters so it seems inconsistent. The inconsistency can be considered either as 1) it's not a holiday, so they don't feel like they have to return the favor for a random gift they got for no particular reason, or 2) the character does not return the sender's feelings (implied to be at least respect or friendship). It’s also possible that the characters just feel like they should do something nice for the sender in return as a general “thank you”.

That could, of course, also have to do with the joseimuke design of the game (meaning that while it is marketed to a predominantly female demographic, the content is not explicitly romantic in nature like it would be for an otome). This allows a wider audience to be cast in TWST’s net, since not all fans are interested in romantic relationships with the characters.

In any case, until TWST gives us confirmation of Valentine's Day or some twisted equivalent of it, then I don't see why the "Valentine's Day doesn't exist in Twisted Wonderland" headcanon can't be true 😂 They left it juust ambiguous enough for everyone to have whichever headcanon they want!

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[hekateinhell]

I just need to get something off my chest real quick, there's really no need to read this unless you want to because you're bored lmao.

So I used to be really good at answering the asks I got. I wouldn't say I answered all of them, but I think overall I had a good ratio for a long time! And I loved it! I think the asks feature is the best thing that tumblr has to offer as a social media platform (god knows just about everything else sucks).

I loved getting asks and answering them and it's a great way to talk to others in our little fandom bubbles and trade thoughts and insights with one another. My mental health did take quite a few hits in the past several months, and part of that was real life (school, sickness, death in the family) and part of that was bullshit fandom drama.

But it just occurred to me yesterday that the reason I'm nowhere near as prolific in answering the asks I get is because I have always put so much effort into putting disclaimers behind all my meta, walking on eggshells so people won't throw tantrums every time I share an opinion they don't like.

And you know what? That just made me an nervous, erratic person afraid of her own tumblr shadow. The thought of having to do all the work to put ten thousand disclaimers behind everything I say so some asshole won't vague me because I accidentally hurt their feelings just made me not want to reply to anything at all. It's fucking exhausting having to think of every scenario in which people might interpret whatever you're saying (about fictional characters may I remind you) in the worst light possible.

In the end all that time and effort I put into censoring myself—because I try to be a nice person, I don't want anyone to feel bad because of me, regardless of the fact that that's been never my intention—in the end none of that mattered! There's people that have been vaguing me for almost two years now and it's not like I go seeking out this information but it's a small fandom and I stumble over it on another blog or some shit every once in a while.

Agonizing over whether or not some random is going to interpret everything I say in the worst possible faith and have a fit on main about my shit takes and make a block list of people who interact with my posts is just so stupid honestly, and trying to censor myself didn't do me a shred of good. People still regularly call me names and insult my intelligence because of the characters I ship, the meta I write, and the kinks I enjoy talking about. It doesn't even matter if I've been active recently or not, they're still mad about stuff I said ages ago! I can't win!

So from now on I'm just to do my best to break this depressing old habit and be online without being apologetic and diminishing my own opinions, answer asks however the hell I want without feeling obligated to coddle a bunch of grown ass adults, and if people want to cry about it, there's a box of tissues in the corner. Go nuts. ♥️

#apologies for exposing myself on main as being a person and not three raccoons in a trenchcoat #i miss being on my blog the way i used to be that was a great time 🤧 #i'm sure this post will end up vagued too rip but literally i do not care anymore #if you're going to let little old me get under your skin that much then i might as well make myself at home #hekate.txt #fandom wank

[iguana-eyanna]

Enigma

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x poc reader

Summary: When Sherlock comes at your door seeking help, you two realize you can't deny the pull you have on each other

Warning: mentions of character death, poison consumption

Sherlock Holmes had always been an enigma to you, with his sharp mind and keen sense of observation. You were fascinated by him, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. And yet, you'd never expected to fall in love with him.

It all started when you were called to assist with a case that Sherlock was working on. There was a string of strange deaths occurring in London, and Sherlock had been hired to investigate. Enola told her brother that he should hire you. You were a skilled herbalist, and your knowledge of plants and poisons proved invaluable in helping Sherlock solve the case.

As you worked together, you saw a different side of Sherlock. You knew he had a distaste for you. You often corrected him when he tried to deduct what traces of plants were left in the crime scene.

But then, you saw his vulnerability, his fear for his sister Enola. It was clear that Sherlock cared deeply for his younger sister, and the thought of losing her had him on edge.

That lead you to the very night when you heard aggressive knocking on your door. You woke abruptly, and you ran carefully to your door, opening it to see Sherlock in tears as he held an unconscious Enola who looked pale.

"I had nowhere else to go..." Sherlock said with a slight waver in his voice.

You wasted no time as you let Sherlock in as he placed Enola down on your bed. You lit a couple of candles and grabbed a box of herbals, hurriedly getting out a couple of vials.

"What did she consume?" You ask out loud.

Sherlock couldn't muster a sentence as all he could see was his sister who was unresponsive. You go up to him, grabbing the sides of his arms.

"Sherlock, I can't help her unless I know what she took!" You raised your voice.

Sherlock broke out of his trance and looked at you.

"We were at dinner. She took a drink that was meant for me." He said, grabbing a teacup in his pocket and giving it to you. You looked at the bottom of the cup, observing the tiny petals that were left. But what scared you most was how pigmented it looked, leaving a shade of purple.

"Wolfsbane..." You muttered, before throwing yourself in your box.

"There's no cure for it." Sherlock says almost hauntingly.

"Yet." You remarked, mixing a bunch of leaves together and poured a few liquids. You turn to him, holding the bowl.

"I need you to hold her up." He rushed towards his sister and held her up. You parted her shut lips as you poured down the mixture.

You silently prayed, hoping that there be a sign that it worked. Finally, she began to stir and slightly coughed.

She fluttered her eyes as she looked up to you two towering over her.

"Took me to almost die to have you two stop fighting."

You two couldn't help but chuckle.

"Apparently, we couldn't get rid of your sense of humor." Sherlock replied.

He was visibly relieved, and you saw a side of him that you had never seen before. He was vulnerable, emotional, and realized that he was just as human as anyone else.

As Enola recovered, you spent more and more time with Sherlock. You had work on this case together, discussing theories and brainstorming ideas. And yet, there was always an unspoken tension between them.

Finally, you and Sherlock were sitting in silence by the fire as Enola slept in your bed.

"I don't share gratitude often, but thank you... for saving my sister."

"Of course... I know it took a lot out of you to admit it. I can just see it in your eyes."

Sherlock knits his eyebrows.

"Oh?" He asks. Never has his emotions become transparent.

"Have you not heard the expression 'The eyes are the windows to the soul'?" You question, getting up from your seat.

"What do you see in my eyes?" He asks, trying to mock you.

You turn your head, looking at him sharply. You know he can plow his top like a kettle, but you wanted to see how he'd react.

"Loneliness."

Sherlock is a bit taken back from your words.

"Your deduction is quite wrong," He says, his voice bitter.

"I beg to differ. Your eyes don't shine bright. A pity since they're very pleasing to get lost into."

Sherlock scoffs as he got up too.

"I don't need companionship to get along with life, nor your sarcasm." He replied.

"Fine. Do you have anyone in your life? A wife or a child to come home to?"

"I don't need that, it's a distraction."

"Since when does love become a distraction?"

"Because I loved the wrong person and paid the price!" he spat.

You paused as he sat down.

"You knew Wolfsbane had no cure." You said. Sherlock averted his eyes to the fire, remembering.

"There was a woman who was spying on me. She challenged me in ways others cannot. When I finally caught her, she had this... hold on me. It was like I was stuck in her spell. Then when we got too close... she died in my arms."

"What was her name?"

"Irene."

"It's a fine name." You said, sitting next to him.

"A name I still wish to forget." He says.

You hold on to his hand as you two made eye contact with each other.

"You need to allow yourself to love again. I know it's as ridiculous as it sounds, but it's true. You are deserving of it, Sherlock."

A beat skips and Sherlock leans and kisses you.

Your eyes widen at the moment, but you sink into his kiss as you hold onto his face.

Soon, Sherlock realized what he was doing and pulled away. He looked, scared, almost like he was staring at a ghost.

"I'm- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." he tried finishing his sentence, but was still overwhelmed.

"No, no, no. Don't be. I'll just- watch over Enola." You stammered as you went upstairs to check on her. Out of eyesight, you lean on the wall as you felt a tear roll down your cheek.

'He can't love you...' your conscience said in your head. You took a deep breath and moved on, knowing that the Holmes boy is still in pain and is not ready to make any type of commitment.

Sherlock held a carriage bright in the day as you helped Enola down the stairs.

"Promise me you'll take things one day at a time? I hate for you to return with worse symptoms."

Enola smiles as she hugs you.

"I will, thank you so much." she says.

You arrived outside as Sherlock helped her settle in her seat and he looks back at you.

"About last night, I apologize for my behavior." He said softly.

"Don't be, it was an innocent spur of the moment." You replied, trying to settle his worries.

"We'll make our way, I'll make sure to send a letter of her improvement." He said, taking out his hand.

You give him a small smile and you shaked his hand.

"I hope to see you again, Mr. Holmes." You said.

He gives you a courteous nod and turns around, afraid a second longer he'd succumb in your touch. He flexes the hand which shook yours, as his blood was rushing in his veins. He sat in the carriage and alerted the rider to begin their journey.

He looks out in the distance, seeing the buildings and the busy people pass by.

Enola looks at her older brother, squinting her eyes as she studied him like an artist studied a still butterfly.

"Oh my goodness, you kissed her!" She yelled out.

Sherlock turned his head abruptly to Enola, almost getting whiplash.

"That is absurd!" He acclaimed.

"It's obvious! Your eyes say it all. Not to mention the clenched jaw and how you're still flexing the hand that held hers."

He tried to deny the facts, but he knew he couldn't hide it any longer.

"It was just a kiss, it didn't matter." He says, sitting more in his seat that was now consuming him.

"It did to you, and maybe even to her."

Sherlock turns away as he perched his elbow on the window.

"Enola, we both know that I'm not capable to love someone."

"But don't you think that she could be the one?"

"And what makes you say that?" He asks.

"Because she's running towards the carriage." She said.

Sherlock was confused until he turned towards the back and sees you running in the middle of the street.

"Sherlock!" You screamed out loud.

Sherlock turns back and uses his cane, knocking to the roof.

"Stop the carriage!" He yells out.

The rider stops and Sherlock jumps out of the carriage, racing towards you.

Shortly, you two stop in the middle of the road as you catch your breath. Sherlock stood there, looking tall and stoic.

"I don't know why I'm here. I just- I just knew that if I didn't see you again that I wouldn't have seen you at all. I should have thought it out, it was a bit hard to run in these shoes and my corset-"

"Let me kiss you." Sherlock said.

"Pardon?" She asks.

"I said," He took a step closer so no space was in between you.

"Let me kiss you."

You were taken aback. You had never expected Sherlock to be so open with his emotions. And yet, you knew that you loved him too.

You two kissed in the middle of the road.

Enola was happy for her brother as she looked back at the scene.

"Miss, shall we wait for Mr. Holmes?" the rider asks.

"No, he'd be able to find his way home." She said as she closed the door.

As you parted away, Sherlock looks down at you.

"Thank you, for showing me that I can love again."

You smiled as you two connected your foreheads together as you feel his racing heart.

"It was always in you, Sherlock."

You then took his hand as you two made your way to your apartment holding onto Sherlock.

Sherlock, indeed, found his way home.

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[genshinology]

LOVE ON THIN ICE. childe

anonymous said : Hi hi! Congrats on getting 800 followers!! For the event, how about "love on thin ice"?

content; ice hockey player!childe x gn!reader, modern au, sports au, fake dating au, college au, friends to lovers au and fluff, mentions of cheating and childe's real name, and kissing. wc; 1.4k

☆ — a part of my 800 followers event ✧ and happy birthday, tartaglia!!

"if you want this, us, to work—" childe furrowed his eyebrows, and you on the other hand, noted that he often did this only when under immense pressure. fake dating was a tiring thing to keep up, especially when childe's teammates started to notice how awkward you guys were when accidental physical touches occurred around you, "—kiss me everytime we won a game."

you almost choked out on the tea you were having at the cafeteria, "huh?"

"it would slowly come off natural if you can pretend to be excited for me," childe sighed. deciding to cut the chase, he put his palms underneath his gorgeous face, "i know our games aren't really your thing, but the bare minimum we can do for people around us to believe is for you to running excitedly into my arms, and me, maybe, lifting you up so that you can cup my whole face and kiss me. in front of the whole arena."

"you hate pda, and as the considerate boyfriend that i am, this would be the only one time we should prove to them," he sent you a smile, and chuckled when the red shades on your face were starting to form at the idea.

fake dating childe was a whole new experience for you, but god damn he was an amazing one at that. no one told him to be a perfect pretend boyfriend for your sake, but here he was, once brought a punch to your ex's face when you came back crying, standing up for you as if he was meant to fight anyone who talked bad about you, and casually came knocking on your door every weekend as if it was his routine to check up on you, or, to spend his time with you.

there was no way you fell for him, of course not. you wanted to make your ex felt devastated cheating on you with all these fake dates and flirting you did with childe, and childe wanted to show you to his family and teucer as his fake partner since they wanted him to find the one.

before, you weren't a fan of pda, or surprises, because you never did all of them with your ex, but fake dating childe made you craved that you did want everyone to know you were his. and the casual surprises he did on you when you were out with your friends—for an instance, he suddenly showed up out of nowhere, introduced himself as the boyfriend, giving you your favourite ice cream, all while ignoring the visible shock your friends gave and hugged you tightly, said that you should have a date with him after that since it wasn't fair for him to miss you—ended up with you looking forward to his little banters.

was it normal to feel this kind of way? even though all of it was fake to begin with? you didn't really know. but the thought of kissing childe was making you nervous for some reasons, it would turn out to be the first kiss you'd ever shared, you gulped.

after spending some time rolling on your bed yesterday, you realised that you needed to get away from him before he knew what he did to you. knowing childe, you knew it would fuel his ego even more if he ever knew how much he affected you now and this fake act.

if someone told you months ago that you would actually enjoy the weekly hockey games, you would laugh them off.

yet, here you were.

screaming your lungs off, cheering for your college team, sighing when the opponents got another point, jumping around the seats when childe's team won a point.

this time around, the match was pretty intense. whenever his team took the lead, the opposing team would catch up with their score.

"ajax!" you thought you might burst your lungs. you never ever reached the highest pitch of your own vocal range, hyping the game as it went on, "land the final blow!"

it was a miracle, despite how noisy the whole arena was, child did hear you amidst the crowd. he lost his focus when he saw you, and you panicked when someone from behind was about to hit him and get the puck from childe.

he regained his consciousness, aware of his surroundings when your eyes gave him what he needed; the spirit to continue. time was running out, and he was the team's current final hope and ace for reasons.

he should make you proud, he thought.

the ginger skated gracefully across the rink, ultimately prevented himself from getting body check by the one behind him.

then, he heard it again. ajax.

something about you made him determined to end this for good, as he charged forward, made the shot for it with all his might, whilst the goaltender seemed to be in shock at how fast childe's attack was.

maybe it was the goaltender's fault for blinking, but then the whole crowd that went silent throughout the last minutes was jumping, and the joyful sounds were coming from your college, and the final whistle went off.

childe's team had won.

he quickly removed his helmet, and his teammates ran towards him. as the scene unfolded in front of you, you clapped your hands excitedly, you were proud of him. the way he hugged his teammates back with the widest smile you had ever seen made you unknowingly jumped off from the crowd seats, instantly made a beeline, passing through the boards when childe finally stepped outside of the rink, his skates were already off of his feet.

he saw you, the sweaty beads on his forehead as he pushed the strands back to clearly see you running at him made his smile widened even more, and you were happy for him, as well as flustered at how good he looked after all of those crazy acts he put up beforehand.

"hey, look, i'm just joking around about you kissing me if we do win. and if you are uncomfortable with it, then don't force yourself—

you didn't care. you didn't care even the slightest. something inside your mind screamed for you to make it real. to kiss him for real.

and then you ignored the stares from his teammates, leaping forward as childe quickly caught on your waist, the look on his face confirmed that you did want him, although you had already reminded childe beforehand that you didn't think you could do it.

childe was caught off guard, yes, but it was insane how fast his reflexes were to not make your feet touched the ground anymore, but instead holding his jersey dearly that made him melted at the sight.

it was proven that you already had faith in him.

"no, really, if you don't want to, then it's fine—

"shut up," you surged forward without any warnings, the sudden kiss made childe widened his eyes, but smiled nonetheless at how eager you were to kiss him, "god, i am so proud of you," you breathlessly said.

you took his breath away, and this was exactly how childe envisioned it to be, but even better.

you, being lifted by him in his arms, your waist fit perfectly around them. the small hand on his neck and the other fisting his jersey for you to kiss him even more.

the soft contact of his lips brought you to an epiphany, that you wanted all of these to be real, not just another fake act to the innocent witnesses around you.

your lips brushed his. soft, delicate, like butterfly wings. just long enough that he could inhale your breath, felt the warmth of your skin, and the taste of your lips still lingered on his far after you had gone to steady yourself.

he pulled you closer again, giggling through the kiss and hummed when you didn't seem to stop sooner. it was more than he wanted. it was perfect.

so when you almost gasping for another rush of air for your lungs, childe finally put you back on your feet.

his hold still didn't loosen up, "that didn't feel half bad. you're not a bad kisser, i must say."

you almost shying away when you realised how bad you wanted to feel him against your lips, and even though childe was still drenched in sweats, you hid your face against his chest, simultaneously felt the fast beating of his heart.

"let's go on a date after this," he gave you a cheeky peck on your lips once more, and you swore that he would definitely be the death of you one day.

yes, you were an ordinary student with nothing extraordinary, but it just happened that you had the best fake boyfriend in the world.

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[harus-simp]

Overflowing darkness

-Jeonghyeon x reader-

Warning:angsty at first (kind of a fight) but just for a moment

Author's note: This is based on something that occurred to me the other day(without the boyfie part of course 🤡) so yeah got some inspiration :))

Hope you like it ;))

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The later it gets the more worry is present in jeonghyeon as you hadn't return from work yet, earning a lot of scolding and clinginess later.

It was around 2 a.m but you still hadn't came back home yet, jeonghyeon was really pissed and mad because of the late hour. You never came that late so he was assuming the worst, his baby was nowhere to be found and he was starting to get quite scared of your current location.

He had called you multiple times, but you didn't answer to any of his calls. It wasn't because you didn't want to answer him tho, it's just that your phone was silenced lol 🤡

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You on the other hand was becoming anxious and frightened due to the long walk you were having home, the buses were not active at that hour and you saw the last one go away right in your face.

'Great' you thought to yourself

With no other option left, you decided to start heading back home, walking. It wasn't the best option, you were perfectly aware of that, but what else were you supposed to do?

You could have grabbed a taxi, but you couldn't find one at that moment. So you opted to just ignore your crippling anxiety and go back as soon as possible.

And everything was going quite well, until you started to feel like you were being observed from behind. However, when you turned around there was no one there. You continued your journey with the same sensation still present, so you quickened your pace and decided to forget about it and focus on the front avenue.

Everything was good again, that felling disappeared, but instead it was replaced by little sounds of wood breaking or muffling voices in your back. The creepiness that once was present came back like a powerful storm in the middle of the night making you question your decision of coming back alone.

Your own thoughts and worries were silenced when you noticed an upcoming call from your boyfriend.

"Y/N WHY HAVEN'T YOU PICKED UP MY CALLS?"

"Sorry babe, my phone was silenced"

" WERE ARE YOU?"he screamed furiously

"I'm near the convenience store down the road"

"WHAT? But the bus doesn't take that route?"

"I know, I kinda lost the bus so I've been walking back home"

"YOU WHAT?"

"I'll explain you later, I'm almost there, love ya"you said while hanging up

Damn, he was pissed. REALLY pissed.

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Once you were approaching the entrance you saw him leaning on the door frame with a worried expression, and as he saw you he runned directly to your direction bringing you into his embrace hugging you tightly and sniffling into the crock of your neck.

"Thank God you're okay" he whispered, any signs of fury or anger not visible anymore, instead replaced by gratefulness and relieve.

You hugged him back placing your arms around his frame and just enjoying the close proximity between you both.

"Sorry hyeonie, I lost the bus and then I had to walk home alone and I felt like I was being watched and then-"

You were cut off by his finger being pressed onto your lips to keep you from your venting, figuring out you would rather need a more relaxed demeanour to talk things out without feeling overwhelmed.

"Don't worry babe, I'm really sorry for screaming at you, I was just so worried. Why don't we come in and I make you a cup of tea while you tell me about your day?"

You calmed yourself and agreed to his plan hoping that would be a much better option than the previous one.

So he took you inside making you feel right were you belonged, at home. After your explanation he reassured you everything was okay now.

He pressed a loving kiss on your lips making you forget about all your problems and worries and just focusing on the kiss you were sharing with junhyeong.

It was sweet and delicate, yet a little desperate due to all the accumulated emotions inside of you both. Like a taste of black coffee with a kick of milk on it.

When you separated you saw his loving and adoring gace on you bringing you so much comfort and joy to be by his side.

You both decided to call it a day and head off to bead due to the long day you both had. When you positioned yourselves on bed you noticed how he hugged you from behind and wasn't planning on letting you go at all as he nuzzled closer on the nape of your neck.

And he indeed didn't let go of you till the next day, keeping you safe in his arms making all your worries go away ❤️

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[glowingbadger]

Hey remember all those things I said I had on my queue and was working on? Yeah this isn't one of those- it just, like, arrived in my brain fully formed and here it is. Far be it from me to turn away from something that breaks through my writer's block lmao. Askr's godly bull-cock got me feeling some kinda way these days I guess.

Once again this is one that I wrote almost entirely in one sitting, so I'm sure I'll spend my work shift tomorrow fixing type-os, weird phrasing and word repetition lmaooo

CW: Mating, "in heat," size kink, like, kind of unrealistic levels of size kink tbh his cock is fucking absurd and I don't care fight me

Askr (FEH) x Reader/Summoner (AFAB, no pronouns)

NSFW 18+

Askr, the God of Openness himself and namesake of the very land that the Order of Heroes calls home, is not at the bottom of the list of heroes you'd expect to run into during a clandestine midnight snack-run, but he's certainly nowhere near the top. Though, as you head from the pantry with pastry in hand, colliding with a hard wall of towering muscle does help to narrow down who you'd guess you had run into. Your face flushes just slightly as you glance up at him, still very much sharing personal space.

"Oh- Askr! Sorry, I-"

"There you are," he says, an odd note of relief in his voice. You frown a bit, confused, and instinctively move to step away. To your surprise, a strong arm wraps firmly around your waist, pulling you decisively back to him.

"Askr, what-"

His lips are on yours in an instant, the pastry in your hand tragically falling by your feet in the rush of shock, confusion, and hot, insistent arousal. A shaky moan escapes you as his tongue enters your mouth. Your hands are trembling, clenching tight around the front of his clothes, though you can hardly feel them; in fact, for some time, you can't seem to feel anything but body warmth and Askr's deep, impassioned kiss. His tongue toys with yours, firm, but never overly rough. He's a surprisingly adept kisser- it's your last coherent thought before the cavalcade of sensations washes your mind clear. At some point, he's pressed you to the closed pantry door, trapping you between it and his powerful frame. In the dizzying frenzy, it's as if you can feel his hands everywhere- fingers in your hair one moment, then his palms running the curve of your breasts, your hips, then grabbing firmly at your ass to keep you flush against him. At this, you realize that he's even lifted you a couple inches from the ground, and yet he supports you effortlessly. It's only when you notice him beginning to tug away your cloak- hastily thrown on over your sleeping clothes for this errand -that you manage to part from his lips with a ragged breath.

"What- what are you doing?!" you gasp out the words, though you can't bring yourself to even try to escape his embrace. If anything, Askr seems perplexed by your question, his brow furrowing and furry pointed ears twitching curiously as he replies,

"My Heat has begun, Summoner. I have need of a mate," your heart leaps at the words, and he nears your lips once more, warm hands sliding up your thighs and along your hips, "And I desire you far more than any other."

"Oh..." when he begins kissing you again, it's gentler- at least to start. You get the sense that he's gauging your reactions, eager to earn your little whimpers and sighs of encouragement. As you subconsciously allow yourself to melt back into him, it's not long before you feel his breath coming heavier, his hands gripping you tighter against him. It's maddening- his heat?? You'd heard that some of the other beast-folk in the castle experience similar fits of need, but you'd never considered that this land's God would be subject to the same. And to think that he wants you as his mate. Not to say that you had never considered sharing his bed, but this is all so sudden-

The thought finally occurs to you that you're pinned to the outer pantry door still, tongue tangled with a god in full view of anyone else in search of a late-night snack, and you break from him with a haggard, panting breath.

"Askr-" your hands are resting on his warm, firm chest, your body flush to his, "Not- not here."

At first, he looks about to protest. Then, he nods with an accommodating smile.

"Ahh, that's right, humans prefer a measure of discretion when mating, correct?"

"Uh, yeah, typically- woah-!"

Just as you've finally caught your breath, you're swept into Askr's arms, carried with ease down the hall towards your quarters.

The second you're beneath him on your bed, Askr begins undressing you, seemingly exerting enormous self-control to avoid damaging the seams. His own clothing comes off in bits and pieces between frantic kisses and caresses, the last of it even simply vanishing as though it had been merely manifested by his power alone. He hardly gives you time to consider the mechanics; the moment he has access to your bared upper body, his strong hands hold you close and his lips are at your breasts. His mouth is warm on your skin as he kisses you firmly, his teeth grazing just harsh enough to mark you more than once. Your fingers weave through his hair, as soft and thick as the fur of his ears, and you murmur his name,

"A... Askr, have you... been with a human before?"

"Several- it is a joy to bond more deeply with the mortals of the many realms," he says with a smile, his lips brushing your stiffening nipple as he speaks, "Though there has been none other that I was quite so fond of as I am of you."

This nonchalant response sends your heart thudding rapidly. Still, it is a comfort that he seems to understand that he must prepare you, and what's more, he seems to revel in the process. His tongue circles your nipple, and your head turns to the side with a pleasured sigh. He's practically nuzzling your breasts, his hips shifting subtly between your thighs as though he simply cannot help wanting to rut against you.

"Ohh..!" You feel the heat and pressure of his rigid cock pressing to your warmth, and the sensation sends a jolt up through your center. Askr may be in the throes of his Heat, but you're quickly finding yourself every bit as needy.

As his lips travel lower, sparking tender nerves down your torso as his hands adore your hips and thighs, you run your fingers through his hair and softly whimper his name. Then, his kiss sinks between your thighs, his fingers part your lower lips and his tongue immediately finds your clit. Now, his name is a desperate cry between breathless moans. With slow but firm strokes, he rubs and massages the little nub until it's stiff and aching for him, and your body arcs up from the bed. Without thinking, you grab hold of one of his horns and tug, hips rolling against him, grinding onto his tongue, and you feel him laugh through his nose.

"If I didn't know better, I would say you appear to be entering your own Heat."

His breath is hot against your skin, and the moment he's done speaking, his mouth is hard at work once more. Askr possesses none of the hesitation or timidity of some other men; he happily buries himself between the plush wetness of your folds, long passes of his tongue lavishing your most sensitive nerves with affection. From the flat of his tongue to the more pointed and focused feeling of the tip, he tastes you any way he can, spoils you with every kind of sensation, groans unabashedly against you when you tug at his horns. When your climax nears and your thighs begin to tremble around him, he grabs them in his hands and doubles down, kissing and sucking your quivering little clit until, with a gasping cry of his name, you feel it. The tingling heat of your orgasm rushes through you, tightening your nerves and then leaving you breathless and boneless as you slump back onto the bed. You're panting softly, your hand still fondly combing through his dark cobalt hair.

Despite the urgency of his needs, Askr allows you a few spare moments to rest. He occupies himself with kissing the softness of your inner thighs, caressing them in his large, strong hands, until it seems he simply can't delay any longer.

When he rises to kneel over you, your legs parted around him, you blink your eyes back into focus and get your first clear look at his frame. Every inch of his body is carved to perfection, his brown skin smooth across flawless muscle that flexes subtly with every movement. His tail whips impatiently behind him, though his eyes on you are warm and affectionate still. Then, your gaze lowers, and your eyes widen. His cock towers between your thighs, the shockingly thick shaft punctuated with veins leading up to a bulging head with a prominent crown that you can't help but imagine rubbing you inside. It's hard to determine whether his length or girth is more impressive, and his balls are large and heavy enough to match. You catch your breath, feeling the heat surge through your nerves.

"Oh, wow, you're uh... big..." your voice is barely audible, but he smirks at your words.

"I will start slow," he assures you, leaning down to kiss you once more as your bodies begin to move together. The moment the swollen head of his cock is nestled between your lower lips, just beginning to push into you, you gasp softly, then whimper his name as you feel each inch start to stretch you open around him. He's panting hard- you wonder if from the stimulation, or the effort to restrain himself. Likely both. His muscles are tight, his brow deeply furrowed as he drives deeper still, yet retains a slow and careful pace.

Your nails drag down his powerful arms, yet he hardly seems to notice, certainly doesn't flinch even for an instant. When your eyes catch his at last, they appear hazy and unfocused, and only become more distant as his hips begin to move.

"Oh--!!" You breathe out as his cock pistons into you, steady and firm, filling you deeper than anyone has ever reached before. You feel a jolt of pain in your belly, but also, the warm bliss of absolute satisfaction. Drooling with arousal, your cunt is wrapped tight around his length, filled utterly and completely with each sway of his hips. Just as you'd imagined, the ridge of his crown massages a thousand different tender spots with every thrust, like some sort of erotic toy- like Askr's body was made for this pleasure.

Before long, he's bucking into you faster, harder, and you're not sure he even realizes it. Without a word or a thought, he lifts your legs up onto his shoulders, never easing his pounding, punishing thrusts. His massive length is coated in your juices, allowing him to stuff you full again and again despite his overwhelming size. The only sounds he offers are occasional grunts and moans. His eyes are glazed over, lost in his drive toward relief, and it finally occurs to you how he must have strained to contain himself until now. Now, you're not even certain if he would hear you if you spoke his name, though you gasp it out into the quiet of the night all the same.

"Fuck..!"

Your head tilts back on the pillow at a sudden deep and decisive thrust. If you weren't bent into a mating-press, you even wonder if you'd be able to see the bulge of his immense member throbbing within you. A particularly fierce groan of pleasure draws your focus, however, and you feel Askr's pace stutter as he fucks desperately into you. You only have a moment to wonder if he's reaching his climax, before the potent twitching and swelling of his cock catapults you towards your own.

"Ah... Askr!!"

Your toes curl, your thighs shake, your eyes roll back. It's only when you feel a tell-tale heat dripping from your cunt and down your ass that you realize he'd cum as well, all without easing his pace for even a moment. Even the rush of his orgasm doesn't slow him in the slightest. Askr holds firm at your hips and slams into you just as vigorously, even as you feel the last throb of the aftermath of his release. The only concession he offers is to lower your legs from his shoulders, but the moment they're out of his way, he presses his larger body down onto you and his lips are at the crook of your throat.

"Mmmh, Summoner... my beloved mate..." his voice is low and lustful, the relentless sway of his hips still pounds him into you, "You feel perfect... I... I need more-"

His teeth press to your skin, quickly marking you, and it's all you can manage to run your shaky hand up his neck and into his hair. Briefly, you imagine yourself emerging from your room tomorrow morning, unsteady on your feet and covered in Askr's love-bites. If your mind had room for anything but sexual bliss, you might have felt bashful about the idea. Instead, your fingers curl, nails dragging along his scalp as his lips travel back to your breasts. Between panting breaths and bruising kisses, he groans out,

"You... take me so well, my Summoner," you feel yourself tighten around him at the word 'my,' squeezing around his rock-hard cock, "Your body... Nngh-" he throbs, grinding deep within you, "So good... I-I need... Mmmh-!"

In the throes of his mating frenzy, you're shocked he can still coordinate himself to manage it, but he slides a hand down your body to rub his thumb firm against your clit. You gasp aloud, throwing your head back and scraping your nails down his arms. Your legs tremble around his hips, still bucking and swaying against you, and in the intensity of this whirlwind of sensation, you're almost embarrassed by how quickly you cum. Slick covers his thick shaft once again, welcoming him into you still.

Gods above, are you going into a Heat of your own, just as he'd said? You can't imagine how else you've managed to take this- you're swept up into his pace, more than happy to give yourself over to his seemingly endless appetite.

"Fuh- Fill me, Askr," you moan out, barely able to meet his heated gaze, "Give it to me- muh-more! Ohh!"

His cock throbs from base to tip, stimulating your every aching nerve. The sound the utters could only be called a growl, and his grip at your hips is nearly painful.

"I- I can take it..!" you're breathless, but force the words out, "Cum for your mate, Askr!"

This time, when he cums, it shakes him from his pace. His hands slam down on the mattress on either side of you, and he sheaths every inch of that incredible bull-cock in your abused but soaking wet pussy. It hurts, yes- but gods, the pressure is mind-numbing, all-consuming bliss. As he unloads volley after volley of hot release into you, you feel your entire body tingling and your mind going white. And at last, he moans your name- not 'summoner,' not 'mate,' but your name.

The moment he's ridden out the wave of his second climax, Askr exhales heavily. Then, still fully inside of you, he wraps an arm around you and cradles you to his sturdy body, kissing you slowly and deeply. A pathetic little whimper escapes through your nose, and if you could feel any of your limbs, you'd have liked to hold him in turn. Instead, he gradually parts from your lips and eases you back down, then turns you onto your stomach.

"You should not make a habit of tempting me with such words," he says as he moves to mount you from behind, "If you indulge me, I will have no choice but to take you until sunrise and then some."

Strong hands grab roughly at your backside, spreading you open to receive him once more. The new angle awakens nerves that had begun to acclimate to your prior position. It's like he's stretching you all over again, fitting you around him in a new way that as you panting and whining beneath him, fingers clenching hard around the sheets. Askr draws close, the warmth of his body surrounding you as he fucks into you once more, your cum and his both slickening his manhood, making a mess of your inner thighs.

You lose track of time after this- how long does he take you, and how many times? There's no telling, it's all a blur of hands down your body, lips at your neck and shoulders, and his member rutting into you until he's spilled another sizeable load or two of his release into you- perhaps more, as he's proven fully capable of fucking you through his orgasm. By the time you gather yourself to speak, you're a wreck of flushed and bitten skin, disheveled hair and trembling limbs.

"Nh... Askr, you... feel so good, I-I'm not sure... how much more I can take..."

Askr gives a short and gentle laugh, holding you against him for a moment to kiss the shell of your ear.

"Rest, then- and we will continue when you are ready."

He eases his cock from you, which you note is barely any softer after all of this time. Thick and veined, its contours rub pleasurably against you even as he pulls out, and when you speak, your voice is breathy and weak,

"Are- are you sure you don't, uh, need more?"

You rally your muscles just enough to turn and look up at him, and he smiles that sweet, charming smile that you know so well.

"You are far too generous, Summoner- to all of us, I fear," he rises from the bed and takes his lower garment in hand, tying it around his waist as he gazes fondly down at you, "I will not claim to be fully sated- but I would much rather savor you than simply exhaust you," With a good-natured chuckle, he brushes a lock of your hair back into place, "I will have my fill of your pleasure- but there is no need to rush. My needs have been curbed for long enough to allow you that much, at the very least."

You smile back up at him, heart leaping at the handsome sight of him still mostly exposed and smiling with such open warmth.

"Now then," he says, turning towards the door, "You will need water, I imagine- and something to eat. Wait here, I won't be long."

Before you can say a word, he's out the door, and the thought immediately strikes you- he's simply strolling around the castle like that, with a mere sheet of fabric that doesn't even wrap all the way around his hips for cover. How many heroes might be wandering about the grounds, even at this hour? You envision Gaius on his way to raid the pantry. Linhardt or Lute on their way back from a late-night study session. Volke or Hubert doing... whatever it is that those sneaky sorts get up to at night. What are the odds that this night could stay strictly between you and Askr? Not high, with him waltzing about nearly nude, very obviously leaving and entering your bedroom. Aside from which, from the sounds of it, you have several more intensive rounds of 'mating' to come. Your face warms and your lower body aches at the thought.

"Gods..." you mutter up at the ceiling, though you can't help a weary, blissfully happy smile.

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To The Edge - 9

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story tags: scifi romance, hijinks in space, rogues learning to trust, violence, blood, guns, death, explicit language, so much kidnapping,

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TO THE EDGE - CHAPTER 9.

They were almost there. Almost to the hub station where the mercenaries they’d contacted had said to meet them. For a second, before he patched them up, Stardust had considered trying to buy Cosmic’s help. They needed to get someplace and they needed a ship. From what they’d learned on Styx, buying a jet this far out was nearly impossible, but hiring transport was easy. Just about everyone with a ship was looking to make easy money.

…It wasn’t going to be easy money, though. There was a good chance their cousins would send more bounty hunters and, even if they didn’t, if Cosmic betrayed their contract he’d end up with a price on his head.

There was no way they could trust him to help them at his own risk, and if he was willing… there was no way Stardust could do that to someone. Especially not someone that had patched them up.

The console lit up in a strobe of bright yellow.

Incoming—

They tapped the console.

Call declined.

Cosmic sighed loudly. “That’s the third time that L-class yacht has tried to call, Stardust… Maybe you should just answer.”

They scoffed, swiveling side to side in their seat and watching the stars rather than their captive. Why answer? To hear Tansy’s terms of surrender? Or to have Genesis list the ways he’d make them pay when he got his hands on them? No. They’d rather not know which one it was.

They spun around to face their bounty hunter, smirking when a thought occurred to them. “Wouldn’t that reflect badly on you? You should be begging me not to answer.”

“Yes, it would look bad for me if you did and someone found out I’d lost my ship to my bounty…but I don’t think that’s why you’re avoiding the call.”

Stardust felt their smile sag. What if it wasn’t Genesis or Tansy? What if Illya was involved? Or Galileo herself? Would Stardust have to return if they called? How could they not? Solinoh knees only bent for the family and those were the names that brought them crawling.

No. It couldn’t be Galileo. If she knew, it would be over. If she knew, the others would have scattered and pretended they’d never had their eyes on the prize.

“Did you really run away from home? Is that what you were doing out here when you got picked up by pirates?”

Stardust looked at him. Rory Antilla. They still thought Cosmic suited him better. They’d had time to sift through his ship logs. He was a jack of all trades and had been to just about every corner of the edge, flirting with the border to the Court but not quite crossing. He was a smugglers, a thief, and a bounty hunter with an impressive log of successful jobs. No wonder he’d been the first to find them.

He laughed when they didn’t answer, the sound frustrated. “It is, isn’t it? Why? What cracked plan led you to think that life out here would be better than on some luxury resort planet back in the prime?”

They wrinkled their nose and tried to push away thoughts of Lu-Pan and Cory’s offer to hide out on a beach. There was no way to explain it to Cosmic—definitely no way without giving him enough information to get him killed. “What do you know about it?” they snapped off instead.

“Yeah, I don’t know anything,” he agreed. “But you could tell me. I mean, I am a captive audience. Emphasis on captive…”

They scrubbed a hand over their face, hating how much they did want to tell him. “My family can be… dangerous.” Fuck. That was nowhere close.

“Yeah, I know your family is dangerous, Stardust,” he started with a scoff but slowed, his eyes reconsidering them in a way that made their skin feel exposed. “Is that… I mean, why would that matter to you? Are you…scared of them?”

Their chest tightened. It was so much more complicated than just being family. They were blood. They were Solinoh. But not every branch of their tree was equal and not every branch loved the others. Stardust was a Solinoh Fairvell, a line of the family that had swung back and forth between trying to rule and trying to leave. It had not inspired closeness.

“Is that why you ran?” he asked, trying to understand.

They flinched at that honest effort—at what sounded dangerously close to caring in his voice. “I didn’t run,” they retorted. “I just left.”

He huffed, rolling his eyes. “Oh, you didn’t run?” he asked, words dripping with amusement. “Like how you didn’t faint?”

They set their jaw. They would absolutely never admit to having fainted.

Cosmic dragged a breath and slouched back in the chair, having long since stopped trying to pull his arms and legs free of all that duct tape.

“Okay,” he tried again. “Just tell me what you’re doing and maybe I can help. Was your family after you before the pirates tried to ransom you?”

Stardust swiveled side to side. He was smart. They felt like if they didn’t get off that ship with him soon, he might actually figure out what was going on.

“Damn. You do have bad luck, Stardust…” he laughed, like their silence was answer enough. “So, why are they after you? Did you steal something?”

They laughed before they could think better of it, shrugging and leaning back to look up at the ceiling. “I guess you could say so. I stole myself.” And now they were in deep.

“…You…You stole yourself? What does that mean?”

They pressed their mouth shut and shook their head. They shouldn’t have said that. They shouldn’t be talking to him at all. So, why hadn’t they just taped his mouth shut? With a sigh, they sat upright and swiveled forward again, back to him.

“Wait! Wait! Come on, we can figure this out. You don’t want to go home? Fine. I’ll drop you someplace else. Cut me loose and I’ll forget about the whole stealing my ship thing. Promise.”

They smiled despite all effort not to but refused to look back at him again. “Really?” they asked, doubtful. Hadn’t he been promising to make them pay an hour ago?

“Yeah, I mean, if I wasn’t taped to this chair, I could even make it a pinky promise.”

They ignored him.

Cosmic groaned, kicking at the floor. “Come on, Stardust! You don’t have a plan! You’re going to get us both killed.”

They tsked at him. “I have a plan.”

“Oh, you do have a plan? Fantastic! What is it? I’m all ears.”

They watched the stars. “I’m hiring alternative transport. We’re going to some station called Carina where you will get your ship back and I will be on my way, out of your hair.”

Quiet stretched with only the hum of the ship for so long that they had to look back just to make sure he was still there. He was. Still taped to his seat and staring at her.

“You… No. That’s not a plan. That’s like jumping out of a ship without a helmet and calling it a plan, Stardust.”

They rolled their eyes and turned their attention forward again.

“Going to another station to meet—”

“I’m hiring alternative transport,” they corrected. “I’ll let you go after!”

“Oh,” he said with sarcastic cheer. “Oh! You’re going to hire some mercenaries to take you where you want to go and then you’ll cut me loose. Well, thank you, but that’s not going to work.”

“Really? You think I can’t find someone with a ship willing to take me where I want to go?” They’d already found someone, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Logistics aside, you don’t stand a chance. There is a bounty out for your return. You think I’m the only one that got wind of it? Why do you think I was hauling ass to get you home? Every hunter on this side of the galaxy is going to be looking for you.”

They shrugged. How many could there even be out on this side of the galaxy? There was nothing out this way but abandoned settlements and stations.

“Stardust… Have you ever heard about Baron?” he asked.

Baron? They almost rolled their eyes. They’d known plenty of people who called themselves Baron, half of them legally named it. Royalty names were always popular in the prime. Cornelius had been middle-named Contessa. Admittedly, it was cooler than the affinity for space names like Stardust.

“He was some high-born primer like you that roamed too far from home and got kidnapped.”

Stardust shot Cosmic a lifted eyebrow. He was bullshitting now.

Only, nothing about his expression hinted at a joke. “It was a while back… but things didn’t go smoothly. Hunters started killing each other to be the one collecting that bounty. If anyone realizes who you are, things are going to get ugly. Shit, Stardust, even if they don’t realize who you are, they’re going to double-cross you. You’ll get yourself killed.”

They tore their gaze off him. He could be right. What insurance did they have that these mercenaries wouldn’t double-cross them? Payment. Part now and part later. It wasn’t like they had any other options. “So why did you do it?” they asked the stars, not turning to look back at him this time.

“What?” he asked, confused, and then he laughed darkly. “You want to know why I took the job if it was so dangerous?”

They nodded at the window, his reflection there in the glass, like he was out there in the stars.

“Because I’m the best,” he said, so smug that it sent a chill right down their spine. “Because it’s a huge payday and because…” He stopped short, the words and thoughts catching on something else. Some memory or terrible truth? The bounty hunter sighed, his eyes finding theirs in the reflection. “Because last time, that rich kid didn’t make it back… The hunters were so busy fighting over the bounty that he just… He got caught in the crossfire. That’s what happens out here. Things go wrong and people die. People like you are dangerous because everyone else around them gets hurt too.”

Stardust stared back at him. “That’s no different than back in the prime.” People like them, Solinohs, were dangerous everywhere.

“When that high born died, even though half the hunters that were fighting over him had died too, his family sent one of their yachts out here armed to the teeth and shot down everything they laid eyes on. They blew a whole station off the map.”

Stardust refused to wince, because of course that was what would happen. When a Solinoh died, even in the prime, even in the house of other primers, someone had to pay for that loss—someone had to learn the lesson so that everyone else would remember the value of their lives above all others. Why wouldn’t the primers do the same to others? It was ugly and wrong, but it was exactly what they would do.

Cosmic nodded at their reflection, lip curled, and they knew he saw it in their face—saw the lack of surprise. “So, you, Stardust, are going home. Right back where you belong. I am getting that payday and that’s going to be the end of it.”

Stardust pushed their boot along the floor, twisting their seat around to look at him. “I don’t think anyone but my relatives have ever tried to command me, Cosmic. It’s honestly adorable, especially considering that you’re still taped to that fucking chair.”

He grinned, and it looked like he’d bite them if he could. “Yeah, I can see why you think you have the upper hand right now, but we both know you’re not going to leave me here to die. So, you will have to cut me loose eventually.”

They bit back a laugh. He was so clever but he still hadn’t figured out how this was going to go down… “I know you really wanted that bounty. How about this, I’ll send you the money myself when I get someplace. It’s only fair for you getting me out of that situation with the pirates and letting me borrow your ship.”

His teeth clicked angrily. “Whatever tiff you’re having with your bloodline, you can sort out after I drop you off.”

The ship beeped and then announced, Approaching station.

The bounty hunter glared. “You’re not listening to me at all, are you?”

“Never have, no,” Stardust admitted, getting up from the captain’s chair and pulling their jacket back on.

“Stardust, you are going to get us killed,” he implored, all serious and big eyes now.

They fixed their collar, the ship jostling a little as it neared the station. “I’m saving you, asshole. You’ll realize it eventually. Or you won’t but, by then, I’ll have wired you some cash and you’ll feel better.”

“Saving… Stop! You’re not saving anyone! Least of all me.” He kicked at the ground, struggling against his bindings anew. “Fine! Go! Just cut me loose and get the hell off my ship!”

Preparing to dock.

They grabbed onto the edge of wall near him, the ship jerking to the side when it coupled with the station. Gears and valves hummed as it connected.

Stardust reached into their boot and pulled out the little weapon they’d kept since they first tied him up.

Cosmic tensed, staring at them. “What are you doing with the stun gun?”

Stardust bit back a guilty smile.

“No. You don’t have to knock me out before you cut me loose. I’ll let you go!”

“Oh, right, I’m definitely going to believe that…”

“I’m not lying!”

They waited, raising an eyebrow.

He snarled. “…Okay, I’m lying! But if you stun me with that thing again, I swear, I’m going to make you pay. I don’t care how far you run or how many mercenaries you hire, Stardust. I’m going to get you back, I’m going to steal your jacket, and I’m going to drag your ass all the way back to your cousins.”

Stardust stepped closer, grabbing the back of his chair over one shoulder. “You’re not the first to threaten me or even the first to hunt me.”

Docked.

They flicked the safety off the stun gun.

He stared right into their eyes. “Don’t do this…” It was more of a warning than a plea.

Stardust had had a lot of enemies and rivals over the decades of their life, but they thought they might like him the most. “I am sorry,” they admitted because it was true. They didn’t want to hurt him. If there was a better way to knock him out, they would take it. They hadn’t been familiar enough with the drugs in his med room to risk using one of those.

“Don’t apologize! Just don’t do it!” he yelled.

Stardust tased him. Again. They didn’t look away, because they wanted to. They didn’t like seeing his body seize and his eyes roll back like that. It looked painful and it felt cruel, but it was their choice to do it—so they’d witness it too. That was how they’d been raised. They could do bad things, but they had to look.

When he was out, they made quick work of cutting the tape, not enough that he’d fall out of the seat but enough that he’d be able to get loose when he came too.

“Thanks for the ride,” they said to no one before leaving.

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Things We Didn't Say

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

Authors Note: I do not own any of the above images.

Night had long fallen but you were nowhere closer to sleep, a theme that had secretly been reoccurring for several weeks now, ever since that night. Eddie had passed out the moment he had gotten home from another one of his bands shows, pleading with you to come to bed with him but you told him you weren’t tired enough to sleep just yet. That was another reoccurring theme lately, your lack of intimacy with Eddie and he was starting to notice. You shrugged it off when he questioned you about it, stating that everything that had occurred with Vecna in the Upside Down was still playing heavily on your mind and that it was just going to take time to get over it. He understood completely and told you to take all the time you needed, because he loved you, “his number one lady.” God you hated lying to him.

 You sat alone on your boyfriend’s couch, listening to the rain hit off the window beside you, watching the little beads of condensation race each other all the way down the window sill until they were out of sight. You thought about reading a book or turning on the tv for a little while to distract yourself from your own thoughts, your guilty thoughts that had been haunting you for what felt like an eternity. Because truthfully, it wasn’t Vecna that was stopping you from sleeping, it was because of him and what happened between you in the Upside Down.

The phone began to ring out, making you jump out of your skin. You looked at the time not expecting anyone to be calling so late but you quickly picked up the phone just in case something was wrong, it was Hawkins after all and everyone was still on high alert after the previous few weeks.

“Hello?”

“Hey stranger.” The voice greeted softly on the other end of the line, goosebumps appearing on your skin immediately. Your heart raced, knowing exactly who it was and it was the last person you expected to call Eddie’s telephone. Especially since you had agreed to keep your distance from each other.

“Steve?” You whispered in disbelief, gripping the wire of the telephone. Yes, it was Steve Harrington, your neighbour and best friend since you had moved to Hawkins as a kid, the guy you had been in love with since you were old enough to like boys and the guy that you had shared a very passionate kiss with in the Upside Down not so long ago.

“Yeah its me, m’sorry for calling so late, I called your parents’ house first and your Mom said you weren’t there so I just assumed you’d be at Munson’s.”

“Are you okay? Is something wrong?” You asked not being able to hide the concern in your own voice from him.

“Everything’s fine, I guess. I just wanted to hear your voice.” He sighed as a silence fell between you for a moment. “It’s just…fuck, I miss you. I miss you so fuckin’ much.” He admitted as you hung your head, biting your lip, eyes beginning to water.

“Me too.” You confessed silently.

“Is he there?” Steve questioned as you looked over your shoulder to see your Boyfriend lying shirtless on his belly sprawled out on his mattress.

“He’s asleep.” You replied as he let out a small chuckle. “Typical Munson.” Steve teased.

“Are you not with Nance tonight?” You quizzed your friend knowing that Nancy had recently broken up with Jonathan to get back with Steve after two years of not being together. Something that had hurt your heart more than it should have because although you and Nancy were amicable now, you never fully forgave her for breaking Steve’s heart, leaving you to pick up the pieces.

“Nope.”

“So, where are you?” You asked, hearing voices and music through the phone.

“A bar.”

“What bar?”

“Some bar on the outskirts of Hawkins….Mack’s I think?” He said as you twirled the phone wire around your fingers. “Yeah I know it, Eddie’s band plays there sometimes.” Mack’s was a total dive but they didn’t care what age you were once you had cash in your pocket.

“Wanna join me? I mean, I know we’re trying to keep our dis-…”

“Give me twenty minutes.” You interrupted, cursing yourself at how easily you had given in to your own rule once you heard his voice.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you soon.” You replied hanging up the phone, grabbing your keys and jacket. Taking one look back at a sleeping Eddie, you whispered that you’d be back soon. A promise you weren’t sure you wanted to keep.

Steve put a hand through his hair, returning to the barstool after hanging up the payphone he had used to call you on. He took a large swig of his beer, suddenly nervous that he was going to see you for the first time in weeks. He knew ringing you at Eddie’s wasn’t his brightest idea but it was a risk he was willing to take just to hear your voice, even if it was only for a second. Robin had warned him not to, listing all of the reasons why it was a bad idea while in work earlier but as usual he didn’t listen to her. You were his best friend after all, it was weird not seeing you, not talking to you for so long. Steve was sure that you had never gone so long without seeing each other and it was driving him insane. He tried to remember the last time you had been apart for so long remembering it had been when you were both 12 and your parents brought you and your older brother to Florida for a month to visit family. Fuck, that was the longest month of his life up until now. He still had the letters you wrote to him while you were on vacation, complaining of the constant heat and that you hadn’t gotten to go to Walt Disney World like your Dad had promised you, instead making you hang out with your Aunt’s neighbour’s son who had unexpectedly kissed you on the lips and asked you to be his girlfriend. You were absolutely horrified, washing your mouth out several times, lying to the boy claiming that you had a boyfriend back in Indiana named Steve Harrington who would kick his ass.  A promise your best friend always said he’d keep if he ever met the boy in person who had kissed “his girl”.

But you weren’t really Steve’s girl and for years after, you cursed the boy who had robbed you of your first kiss because although you never told him, you had always wanted Steve to be your first kiss. Hell, you wanted Steve to be your first everything but as the years went by and you got older you started dating other people and seeing less of each other, never telling Steve about your crush on him. He had almost become a stranger to you for most of High School, ignoring you whilst driving past your house or in the hallways at school hanging out with Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins while you hung out with a different crowd. It eventually took Nancy Wheeler breaking his heart for you and Steve to finally reconnect and for him to realise what a douchebag he had been but you forgave him after some time and had been inseparable ever since.

You and Steve only got closer as you both accidentally learned of the Upside Down and the horror’s that surrounded it from Dustin and the others. Helping El and the kids close the gate on more than one occasion and fighting creatures you had only seen in your nightmares. You had become the unofficial Mom and Dad of six children who were now young teenagers themselves, asking you and Steve for advice on love and relationships amongst other things. Max and Dustin, especially often questioning you both on why you weren’t a couple. “Because we don’t feel that way about each other man, alright? We’re just friends.” Steve would say to which you would always agree even though it felt like a bullet to the chest every time. You knew Steve was still pining for Nancy and that he would never want you like he did her, love you like he did her.

But then one day while dropping the kids off to D&D you met Eddie and eventually your heart didn’t hurt anymore. He was funny, kind, weird and boy was he attractive. He was smitten with you and although he wasn’t your usual type, you were crazy about him too. It didn’t take long for him to ask you out and you happily accepted, no longer willing to wait for Steve to wake up and see what was right in front of him. Steve on the other hand wasn’t a fan of Eddie for a long time and he made it known that he didn’t think the Hell Fire Club leader was good enough for you and that he wasn’t a good role model for the younger teens. Dustin had even suggested Steve was jealous of Eddie, an accusation Steve swiftly rebuffed. Eventually, as time went by Steve began to trust your boyfriend, noting how happy you were around him and how well he treated you. They had even somehow become friends with Steve teaching Eddie how to drive and Eddie giving Steve guitar lessons in return. They also bonded over their love for the younger teens and you of course.

Did you love Eddie? Yes. You were certain that you did. You hadn’t ever questioned your love for him before that night, having put your feelings for your best friend behind you. But when you sat on that boat and watched as Steve Harrington got dragged underwater and back to the Upside Down, you didn’t think twice about going after him. Never even acknowledging Nancy, Robin or Eddie, just grabbing the bat that Steve had made for you two years prior and followed him through the gate. The sight of him cornered on the ground, being feasted upon still haunts you to this day but the rage you felt not knowing whether Steve was dead or alive is what gave you the strength you needed to eliminate the demobats one by one. All but the one that had clawed its way on to your back biting at your shoulders and neck refusing to let you out of its grip until Steve rose up, taking it out with one blow of the bat, giving it the death it so rightly deserved.

Turning to see Steve alive and breathing, covered in bites and blood all got too much for you as you finally let the tears you had been holding back run down your face as he walked towards you.

“I..I thought I was going to lose you.” You cried as Steve closed the space between you, wiping away your tears to cup your face in his hands. You looked up at him through your long lashes, taking his hands into your own.  “I can’t lose you Steve Harrington… I can’t do this without you..” You whispered, pressing your forehead to his as he lightly pressed his lips to yours. It only lasted for a brief second before Steve took a step back, almost surprised at his own actions. He had just kissed his best friend for the first time, his best friend who was not single and had a boyfriend waiting for her back on the boat but fuck he just couldn’t help himself.

 You stood in shock, placing a hand over your mouth still feeling the slight tingle dancing on your lips from the kiss. The sensible part of you knew the right thing to do was to go back to find the others, to find Eddie because he was probably worried sick about you but the other part of you, the part that had waited a lifetime for this moment wanted to finish the kiss because in that moment, all you could see was Steve Harrington and how it was always going to be him.

“M’sorry, I jus…” Is all he had managed to mutter before you crashed your lips back on to his, grabbing the waist line of his jeans to pull him close to you once more. This time, there was no hesitancy from either of you, just the want and need for each other that had been building for almost a decade between you. Your bodies moved as one as if you’d kissed a million times before, like it was a regular occurrence, Steve gripping your hips a little meaner than he meant to but you didn’t seem to mind, groaning into his mouth as he did so, tugging at his hair making him gasp softly.

“Steve…”

“You’re never gonna lose me sweetheart, I promise.” He whispered trying to catch his breath after your passionate embrace. Pulling apart upon hearing the distant voices of Eddie, Robin and Nancy who had come to retrieve you both. Your guilt immediately set in seeing the relieved look on your boyfriends face to find you alive, running towards you to pick you up and hug you tightly, not wanting to let you go.

“Baby you’re fucking crazy, I thought you were a goner.” He said hugging you again as you looked over his shoulder to see Steve’s eyes still locked on you. “Never do that to me again, I love you too fucking much.” He admitted kissing every inch of your face. “I love you too.” You half smiled before taking one last look at Steve who was being helped by Nancy and Robin.

After that night, you wanted to tell Eddie the truth about the kiss and your feelings for Steve. The guilt was eating you alive and the last thing you ever wanted to do was hurt Eddie because you did truly love him, just not in the way you loved Steve. It just didn’t feel right stringing Eddie along knowing your heart belonged to someone else, even if he didn’t feel the same way. But then Max ended up in hospital, severely injured and blind at the hands of Vecna and it just didn’t feel like the right time to make things worse for anybody. Lucas needed you, as did the others. Eddie too, he was so fragile having witnessed Chrissy’s demise first hand as well as experiencing the horror’s of the Upside Down for the first time, he was extremely traumatised and you had to be there for him because he had no one else.

With everything going on, you never really got the chance to have a conversation with Steve about what happened between you or what it meant to him, if it had meant anything at all. But then you heard through the grapevine that Nancy had also decided to end things with Jonathan in the hopes of rekindling her relationship with Steve, seeing how mature he had become in the years they were apart. You were heartbroken, bitter even knowing that you had lost your chance and that Steve would go back to her willingly. So instead of causing more heartache, you decided to focus on your relationship with Eddie and when Steve finally tried to talk to you about the kiss, you shrugged it off, fearing his rejection, telling him it was a mistake that it didn’t mean anything. You loved Eddie and he loved Nancy, no more needed to be said.

But here you were, mere weeks later sitting in the parking lot of a run down bar about to meet up with the man you promised yourself you would stay away from for the sake of your relationship with Eddie. White knuckles gripped your steering wheel, the only thing breaking the silence was the rain pelting off of the car you were currently sat in, contemplating your next move, as if you didn’t already have your mind made up about seeing him. Taking one big breath, you took the keys from the ignition, jumping from the car, running to avoid getting soaked and making your way to the bar. Once inside the front door, you removed your coat being immediately greeted by the smell of cigarettes, stale alcohol and men twice your age leering at you, instantly regretting your decision not to change out of your low cut top.

“Well ain’t you a pretty little thing, come here often darlin’?” An older man spoke in a raspy voice, grinning at you. You could have heaved right there and then with the way he was licking his lips at you.

“Wow, that pick up line is almost as old as you are.” You replied as he let out a chesty laugh, taking a drag from his cigarette.

“You’re a feisty one, I like that.”

“Got a problem here?” A familiar voice asked from behind you, sending a shiver down your spine as you turned to see a pissed off looking Steve Harrington glaring at the older man.

“No sir, ain’t no problem here, just talking to this very attractive lady.” The man explained as Steve placed a hand on the small of your back, moving in front of you, instinct making you grab Steve’s arm to stop him from doing something stupid.

“Well, “the lady” is with me so I suggest you find someone closer to your own age to flirt with buddy.” Steve snarled, taking your hand to lead you away from the man to a booth at the other end of the bar, away from the prying eyes of others. Not knowing whether or not to hug your friend, you decided to slide in to the booth to save yourself an awkward embrace.

“Thanks for rescuing me back there.” You smiled settling in to your seat, brushing the crumbs of what used to be peanuts or pretzels from the tattered leather chair.

“Guy was a fuckin’ creep. He’s old enough to be your grandfather for Christ sake!” Steve replied angrily shaking his head. “Anyways, can I get you a drink? You want a beer or?”

“Just a coke thanks.” You answered as Steve smirked. “Always the sensible one.”

“Someone’s gotta be.” You responded earning a playful glare from your friend.

A half an hour went by and you and Steve had already run out of things to say to each other, you talked about work, about Max, about Robin and Vickie, you even talked about the damn weather. It was awkward, like there was an elephant in the room and you hated how things had changed between you because of a kiss. There was so much you wanted to say, so much you wanted to ask him but you were afraid of the answers you might receive, not sure you were ready to hear them.

“Have you been staying with Eddie a lot? I never see your car at your parent’s house anymore.” Steve questioned as you played nervously with the straw in your glass.

“Yeah, I guess I have been, I haven’t stayed at home in a couple of weeks. Eddie’s just been having a tough time coming to terms with…everything.” You revealed.

“I get it, I mean, seeing Chrissy die the way that she did…that can’t have been easy for him.” Steve acknowledged feeling sorry for your boyfriend.

“No, it wasn’t.”

“How about you, are you ok?” He asked reaching out for your hand but you pulled away. “Me? I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?” You replied shaking off your friend’s concern as pulled his hand back across the table.

“It doesn’t have to be this way y’know?” Steve spoke in a low voice, taking a sip of the beer that he had hardly touched since you sat down.

“What way?” You asked as he rolled his eyes. “Don’t play dumb princess, it doesn’t suit you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You denied as he shook his head getting slightly agitated at your replies. “Oh come on, you’re acting like we barely know each other. We’re best friends or at least we were before…” He paused noticing you shift uncomfortably in your seat, lowering your eyes to the table.

“Are we ever gonna talk about it?” He asked softly as you finally looked at him, silently cursing him for looking so damn good, muscles bulging from the shirt he was wearing as he crossed his arms.

“We already talked about it, we agreed it was a mistake.” You asserted like you had done a month ago.

“No, you agreed it was a mistake, you didn’t even give me a chance to talk.”

“What else was there to say Steve? It was just a stupid fucking kiss, it didn’t mean anything.”

“Didn’t it?” He questioned looking almost hurt from your statement.

“No, it didn’t and seeing as you got back together with Nancy Wheeler straight after, it clearly didn’t mean a damn thing to you either.” You spat with more venom than you had intended, realising that Steve probably picked up on the jealousy from your tone. “I’m sorry, I never should have come here.” You admitted, not waiting for Steve to respond. You grabbed your jacket and keys and headed for the exit, hearing him call your name. The rain had gotten worse as you walked towards your car but you no longer cared about getting wet, the anger inside of you taking over your body.

“Wait!” You heard Steve yell as you tossed your jacket in to the front seat of your car.

“Leave me alone, Steve!” You pleaded as he grabbed your wrist lightly, spinning you around. Even in anger, he didn’t want to hurt you.

“You think it didn’t mean anything to me huh? That you don’t mean anything to me?” He yelled, livid at you for thinking so low of him. “You’re the one who suggested we keep our distance from each other, I never wanted that. I have been going out of my mind not seeing you!”

“Oh and you think it’s been easy for me not seeing you?”

“Well it sure seems like it!”

“You have no idea how fucking hard it’s been!” You yelled shoving Steve backwards. “It has taken all of my strength to stay away from you, to not see you every day. Then tonight you called and I came running to you like I always have! I left my boyfriend’s house in the middle of the night to come see the boy that I cheated on him with, so don’t you dare say any of this has been easy for me.” There was a silence for a few moments, both of you trying to regain your composure. You never fought and when you did it was only ever about something stupid because neither of you could ever stay mad at each other for long.

“Do you love him?” Steve questioned, calmer than he had been. The rain finally began to ease off but you were already soaked to the bone.

“What?”

“You heard me, I asked if you loved Eddie and I mean really love him, because if you do, then I’ll walk away right now.”

“Why is that any of your business?” You asked folding your arms as Steve smirked. “It’s a simple enough question, you either love him or you don’t.”

“Do you love Nancy?”  You asked, not really prepared to hear the answer. “M’not with Nancy.” Steve shrugged.

“Wait..you’re not with Nancy?” You asked as he shook his head. “I tried to tell you this the last time we spoke in person. She told me she wanted us to give things another shot but I told her I wasn’t interested.”

“Why?”

“Cause she’s not the girl I’m in love with.” He sighed, locking eyes with you as your heart raced with a sudden realisation.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, I know. It kinda shocked me too, if I’m honest. I mean, I’ve always loved her y’know in my own little way? Like, even when she’d beat me at all the games we used to play at the arcade when we were kids, then drink half of my slurpee or when she’d make me listen to her shitty music collection…god it was awful.”

“Steve…”

“But about a month ago, I almost died and man did that suck. But you know what was funny? I wasn’t afraid to die. No, all that was bothering me when I was being eaten alive by demobats was that I wouldn’t get to see her face again.” Steve paused to look at the expression on your face, seeing the gloss over your eyes.

“Then all of a sudden, she was there, the girl who saved my life…covered in blood and cuts and still as beautiful as ever. I couldn’t help but kiss her, I was half expecting her to punch me in the face but then she kissed me back and fuck, I was a goner.” He admitted as tears fell from your face.

“You love me?” You asked as Steve nodded, walking closer to you until your hands were resting on his chest.

“I do. I’ve always loved you, It just took me a really long time to realise it. But I meant what I said, if you love Eddie and you’re truly happy with him, I’ll walk away. All I want is for you to be happy, even if that’s not with me.” Steve sighed softly, wiping your tears with his thumbs. You wanted to kiss him again, you wanted to tell him to take you back to his house and make love to you, to make you his forever, to run away with you and never come back to Hawkins, but there were so many things stopping you.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say those words, Steve Harrington.” You whispered cupping his face. “You will never know how much I love you, how much I want to be with you, there is nothing that I want more. But Eddie needs me right now and I can’t leave him, I can’t break his heart.” You confessed, Steve now holding you in his arms, the place you wanted to be for as long as you could remember.

“You waited for me for long enough, I think I can wait too.” Steve smiled as you looked up at him through your lashes. “You’d do that?”

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you sweetheart.”

“Are you sure you and Nancy are really done?” You asked as Steve chuckled. “Baby, Nancy and I have been done for years. If I wanted to be with Nance, I’d be with her but I’m here with you, where I always should have been. M’not a stupid kid anymore, I know what I want and it’s you. It’s always gonna be you.”

“I really want to kiss you right now.” You confessed as he laughed. “Yeah, I really wanna kiss you too. But I can wait until we can do this properly, be a proper couple.” A proper couple. Something you had only ever dreamed about being with Steve Harrington. You wanted to pinch yourself in case this had all been a dream that you would wake up from but the butterflies in your stomach signalled that it was real, the man in front of you, holding you like he was never going to let you go and you didn’t want him to. Steve Harrington was finally yours.

You drove back to the trailer park, entering Eddie’s trailer, finding him in almost the same position you had left him in earlier. You felt guilty about having to break his heart but it wasn’t fair on either of you to stay in a relationship when you didn’t truly love him, he deserved someone that would worship him. Not wanting to disturb him, you went back to the couch and wrapped yourself in a small blanket that had been draped over the arm chair. Thoughts of Steve immediately entering your mind as you closed your eyes, thinking about the future you were going to have with him in just a few short weeks, finally falling asleep with ease for the first time in over a month.

#steve harrington x reader #steve stranger things #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington fandom #steve harrington fanfic

[jules-and-rue-and-lexi-too]

So there's this post about the new Peter Pan and Wendy movie bemoaning the creative bankruptcy of the movie because of the reason for Tinkerbell not glowing. I can't exactly blame Tumblr for this line of thinking, given most Disney live action remakes are creatively bankrupt, plus the fact the movie wasn't actually out yet. I'd probably also have implicitly agreed with the post and moved on if it were about the new Pinocchio or Little Mermaid or something.

Peter Pan and Wendy is out now though, and I really liked it, which compelled me enough to check up on the context of that quote. And while it's not so different from what the tweet describes, I do think there's some nuance that deserves sharing.

Here's the full quote from SFX:

To me, this doesn't read like somebody who removed this particular aspect of Tinkerbell's visuals out of a completely shallow attempt at realism. Not only was it simply what was arrived at as the most fitting look for her, it doesn't even seem like removing the glow was much of a conscious choice. "That's something that never even occurred to me" doesn't make it sound like something he's taken a super hard stance against, as many seem to interpret it.

I also want to defend the decision as it relates to how this movie looks, both in terms of the movie's themes and just the cinematography in general. David Lowery, the director of the wonderful The Green Knight and the other-apparently-not-terrible-disney-remake Pete's Dragon, has not only done this purposefully, but it's his entire style. Green Knight and A Ghost Story are both acclaimed movies that deal with supernatural and mystical elements, but forgo effects and dramaticism in favour of a more low-key, spare and picturesque visual style. This isn't some $200m movie that Disney has filled to the brim with CGI garbage, as seems to be the case with Little Mermaid, and this isn't Cruella shooting scenes on green screens with flat lighting for no reason; this is a director with a purposeful style achieving such with real locations and practical sets and costumes. And while Peter Pan and Wendy's visuals aren't mindblowing or anything, I do think it manages to look quite nice at times.

Critical to all this, I want to emphasise that Lowery choosing to do a Peter Pan movie with a sense of realism is not merely some outdated idea that realism = more mature or something. It is an active component of the movie's themes. Neverland looks and feels like a random island out in the middle of nowhere because that's what it is in this movie. It is not the perfect paradise of fun and adventure that Peter makes it out to be, and Wendy recognizing this is a part of the movie's core message: that one shouldn't be afraid to grow up, because there is beauty and happiness to be found even in the mundanity of real life, not just in the fantastical ideas of childhood whimsy. Does Neverland seem so much less whimsical than that of the 2004 movie version? Sure. But that doesn't mean it isn't also beautiful. And that's how she realizes she doesn't need Neverland to be happy, that she doesn't need to run away, she can find purpose and happiness in the challenges and joys that growing up will put before her.

Tying back to Tinkerbell, all of this is to say that perhaps the toning down of her magical elements wasn't totally without nuanced thought. Maybe it could have worked, maybe it couldn't, I'm not the director and didn't see what they tried. But given how well I think this movie balances its realistic tone and its magical elements (it's not a complete rejection of anything magical; the fairy might not casually glow, but she is still blowing magic fairy dust on kids to make them fly from happy thoughts) I'm inclined to take him on his word that he knew what he was doing. Maybe trails of sparkling fairy light everywhere she went did come off a little too whimsical for how he wanted Neverland to appear. You may not personally enjoy that take, but I do think it's one born of creative intent, and it's one I like a lot. And isn't movies daring to take a stance over appealing to the widest possible common denominator something we've been yearning for?

I implore people, if you think you might be interested in this movie, go watch it. Pirate it, if you have to. It's a legitimately good movie that's being screwed over by a complete lack of marketing from Disney and internet chuds reviewbombing every online score because they're still mad about a black Tinkerbell. Trust me, even if the movie isn't setting the world on fire, it deserves better than that. Especially when Little Mermaid is gonna make ten bajillion dollars in a month.

#disney #peter pan #wendy darling #peter pan and wendy #movies #the green knight #the little mermaid

[mashawisotsky]

What You Need to Know about "Sound of Freedom"

A blockbuster seems to have come out of nowhere - but it hasn't. How a based-on-a-true-story movie shelved in 2018 has become a conspiracy touchstone.

TW: discussions of child sexual abuse, hysteria, and moral panic. A good summary may be found here. The bedrock There is currently a moral panic sweeping the United States. It had been building in crescendo for a number of years and this film shows the culmination of years of work - activists and politicians and concerned citizens rallying around a simple idea: children are a risk.

However, their concern is at best misplaced and at worst being used against them. It's not entirely wrong to be concerned about sexual abuse and the exploration of children. The numbers passed around appear terrifying. The English-speaking world has seen the growth of grassroots organizations like the UK's "pedo hunters" and the (popular in the 80s) Faye Yeager's Children's Underground. What are the numbers?

The film has grossed $40 million at the box office.

A report from the Counter-Trafficking Data Collaborative states that 67 percent of children trafficked are between the ages of 15 and 17 - while the film proposes that idea those trafficked are usually much younger. The 2020 Global Report on Trafficking in Persons shows that 50 per cent of detected victims in 2018 were trafficked for sexual exploitation, 38 per cent were exploited for forced labour, six per cent were subjected to forced criminal activity, while one per cent were coerced into begging and smaller numbers into forced marriages, organ removal, and other purposes. The detected forms of exploitation vary widely across different subregions. The share of detected victims trafficked for forced labour has steadily increased for more than a decade; most of these are boys.

The U.S. State Department has reported that traffickers transport 600,000 to 800,000 people across international borders each year, and less 50 percent of these victims are minors. Child trafficking victims often know and trust their traffickers, according to Teresa Huizar, CEO of the National Children's Alliance. Some victims are throwaway kids who are forced to trade sex for food and shelter, often with the trafficker calling themselves their boyfriend or girlfriend. Research shows that many child trafficking victims are LGBTQ or gender nonconforming youth who have been forced into the sex trade by someone close to them. The movie suggests that abductions occur more frequently in public places such as parking lots and playgrounds, and that young children are at a greater risk from strangers then people they know.

What is OUR? Operation Underground Railroad (OUR), founded in Utah in 2013, gained popularity on social media due to its focus on rescuing innocent children. It has gained attention from parenting groups, lifestyle influencers, and fitness enthusiasts due to its muscular approach. OUR says on its website and social media it has rescued and supported “thousands of survivors in 28 countries and 26 U.S. states,” including 3,000 around the world in 2019 alone. The charity’s annual report said it took in more than $21 million in donations for that year. They popularised raids of supposed trafficking by filming them and inviting journalists, influencers, and even Glenn Beck. What does a raid look like? Well, in 2014 a writer joined OUR on one of their raids. Here is an except:

Ballard and I are both Mormon... My dad, who loved my work, kept a few cards with my blog information in his wallet. [This is] how Ballard knew I was a writer.

When Ballard called, I didn’t ask many questions. I didn’t wonder why he thought it was appropriate for me—the writer of a mommy blog—to chronicle anti-trafficking work. At the time, I was a 28-year-old stay-at-home mother in Utah. I was lonely and grieving: My dad, my best friend, had died not long before. As I changed diapers, managed tantrums, and sat in the playground, I felt unmoored from my past and unsure about my future. I suppose, in my grief and my search for meaning, I wanted him to be called by God, because maybe that meant finally, I was too. ...

I was told Ballard’s team coordinated with local authorities who were too overwhelmed or ill-equipped to do this work on their own. Members of the OUR jump team found people willing to traffic kids and set up a date to “party” with however many kids they could provide, the more the better. The authorities were told where and when the party was happening. When they arrived, the girls would be sent outside, where I would be with them, while Ballard and the traffickers would stay inside. The police planned to wait outside until the OUR team had undercover footage of a trafficker accepting upfront cash for sex with the kids. After the cash changed hands, Ballard would give a signal, and the authorities would rush the house to make arrests. They would be armed.

The issue - expect note that OUR creates a demand for child sexual abuse victims where care is not provided and entrapment is common. In 2015 a tech-investor paid to fund a raid and streamed it live. Who is the man behind this? His name is Tim Ballard. As Operation Underground Railroad’s founder and president he sees this as his Godly mission to save the children.  

What happens to the children? Most of the children trafficked in OUR stings are first-time; meaning that OUR may create the demand for a crime it seeks to stamp out. OUR also promotes, there is little evidence of placement, a private adoption agency OUR also claims to run. Additionally, none of these children were kidnapped by strangers on the raid the writer attended - they were trafficked by family members or people they knew. What does trafficking really look like?

Young women between 15 and 18 are often lured by a man who promises romance but forces them to do sex work due to his control over their immigration status, legal documents, and threats of harming their family.

"In the U.S., immigrant women and children are particularly vulnerable to the deceptive and coercive tactics of traffickers," the ACLU has written, "because of their lower levels of education, inability to speak English, immigration status, and lack of familiarity with U.S. employment protections. Further, they are vulnerable because they often work in jobs that are hidden from the public view and unregulated by the government."

What is the "true story"? Well, in a word, it's not true at all.

The film's website acknowledged altering Ballard's biography and “took creative liberties in depicting the different methods of child trafficking.” The film's central plot point, that of a brother and sister lured to a photo shoot in Honduras, is not an event that Ballard has claimed actually happened. Ballard stated that "Some things are definitely overreported". He did not go into the jungle by himself to rescue a little girl nor did he kill a man to rescue the child. Operation Triple Take, an island rescue, saved both minors and adults from labor trafficking, with the film portraying victims as children. Ballard's team claimed to have rescued 123 individuals at two locations. Operation Triple Take accounted for 53 individuals.

How are people seeing for free? At the end of the film, there is a call to action. A QR code appears and promotes viewers to "pay it forward" pre-buying tickets so that others may see the vital message of the film for free.

You can buy bulk tickets at 50% off and encourage pay it forward - millions of tickets are bought without attending, pushing it up the Boxoffice.

Why was this film shelved in 2019? While online rumours say 2019 - the film was completed in 2018. It was shelved because it was produced by 20th Century Fox, which then was bought by Disney; when this occurred the project was shelved. Then the release was delayed by the pandemic.

Why does your mom/dad/grandparent/uncle know about this movie and not you?

It is being heavily marketed on Facebook and tictok by age, religious and political affiliation, and region. The key points are Christian, rural, and older - the average age of the viewer is above fifty and appears to be common among white, Black, and minority Christan groups.

Why is Ballad not CEO anymore?

After an internal investigation OUR Ballad stepped down in 2023. Aletter claims that an OUR employee who accompanied Ballard on an undercover operation abroad filed a complaint against him with OUR’s human resources department after the trip, and that a followup investigation culminated in his resignation.

The Producers Eduardo Verastegui, a Mexican soap opera actor and Catholic activist, has expressed interest in running for Mexico's 2024 presidential election. Support from deep right groups and Spanish deep and alt-right groups, including Vox, is viewed as an infiltration attempt by radical right-wing groups. Verastegui's hardcore homophobia and links to pedophilia have been criticized.

He is using the film to run a complex, multi-state presidential campaign over the summer. Jim Caviezel, as seen here, discusses the Sound of Freedom, transitioning from that to rescuing children from underground bunkers (DUMS) run by the elites, how the elites extract and consume adrenaline from terrorized children, and how these elites are in the entertainment industry and how "there will be no mercy for them."

Additional Resources The Boston Globe, 2023 "America's Summer of Fake Savours"

The Washinton Post, 2016, "Hunting for sex traffickers abroad by posing as johns"

Mormon Stories, 2020 "Investigating Tim Ballard and Operation Underground Railroad"

The Atlantic, 2021 "THE GREAT (FAKE) CHILD-SEX-TRAFFICKING EPIDEMIC"

Ministry Watch, 2023 "“Sound of Freedom” Doesn’t Tell True Story of Operation Underground Railroad" Salt Lake City Weekly, 2021 "UTAH'S OPERATION UNDERGROUND RAILROAD DONATIONS LOOK ODD."

FOX13 Salt Lake, 2020 "Anti-human trafficking group Operation Underground Railroad under criminal investigation by Utah prosecutor"

VICE, 2020 "A Famed Anti-Sex Trafficking Group Has a Problem With the Truth"

American Crime Journal, 2023 "OUR Quietly Exposes Tim Ballard’s Big Lie"

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Heblo! I have come once more with an suggestion, this time for a misuwunderstanding 🥰 Twisted wonderland Jack takes care of cacti for a hobby, but he's also a wolfie, and I want him to show reader his pups! (Cacti babies) but well... you can guwuess which misunderstandings occur... 👀 sending you thanks and pups ♡

Jack Howl and a confusing adoration for cacti? I gotchu baby! Please have fun reading, this was so much fun to write! @nakunakunomi

“Y/N!” Jack bellowed as he made his way across campus to meet you in front of the cafeteria. Grimm barely batted a whisker as he raced the crowd in order to get the last ham and cheese toast - the latest delicacy available - and forgot all about you. You ended up being the last person standing at the entrance of the building as you watched Jack dash across the cobble stones. 

“Jack? Weren’t you meeting up with Ruggie for lunch?” You smiled at him, silently delighted because of his enthusiasm.

Jack’s ears flattened slightly and a sheepish grin crept onto his features, “Actually, no…,” he explained, “Ruggie actually snuck into the kitchens and already had his fill of lunch before our last class was even done.” 

You snickered, unable to find that surprising. The two of you walked into the cafeteria together, finding a table along the windows. The white haired boy insisted on getting the two of you lunch, and before you knew it you were sharing grilled cheese sandwiches and lemonade. This had become somewhat of a ritual, the two of you spending time together during lunch and during study sessions, and the comfort that naturally came with being around Jack was slowly becoming a sensation that you looked forward to every day, though it was hard to express this to NRC’s most dense jock. 

After classes ended that day, however, Jack waited for you outside of the classroom. You frowned, a little confused as you noticed he looked as if he was mulling something over.

“You okay?”

It took Jack a second, but then he nodded, “Do you have some time before you need to head back to Ramshackle? I want to show you something. Something I’m proud of. Something I… made.” 

The confusion on your face went nowhere - if anything, you were getting a little nervous as well. “Of course, whatever you need, Jack. Where are we going?”

“The greenhouse.”

The two of you made your way over to the greenhouse, the beautiful building feeling a little damp and hot after the sun had beamed onto the glass the entire day. Jack led you towards the back, where you took a seat. Jack stepped up to the wooden table at the far end, near the window, and placed his hands firmly on top of it.

“I never thought I would be able to take care of something so fragile, Y/N,” he murmured, seemingly more serious than you’d ever experienced him being. You let him continue, your heart pounding with the uncertainty of what was happening. “At first I assumed I could never take this type of responsibility. I mean, you know me - I would be so disappointed in myself if I took something like this on and made a fool of myself, or made a fool of them. I couldn’t bear the thought of caring for a living creature and then just… letting them down.”

By now you were really starting to panic. Exactly what - or who - was Jack taking care of? 

Jack turned around and leaned back against the wooden tabletop. “But, you know what? I persevered, and I can proudly say I’m rather good at what I’ve accomplished so far. They-- God, Y/N, they are really thriving.” 

“Jack,” you choked out, your voice quivering with anxiety now, “Who is thriving? What’s going on? Jack, who are you taking care of?” 

Jack smiled, “My pups, of course.”

You spluttered, not knowing how to react to the idea of Jack having children. “P-Pups? Jack, how long has this been going on?”

The boy frowned, not quite understanding why you weren’t joining in on his enthusiasm. “I mean-- I’ve only had them for a couple of months, really. I didn’t want to say much about it in case I fucked it up and had them dying on me, you know?” 

Something inside of you snapped. Dying on him? How was this guy being so nonchalant over the survival of his children? How had you been crushing on someone who had a secret life in this way? “I just-- I have so many questions,” you groaned, “What about their mother?” 

Jack pouted then, his eyes widening, “What do you mean? I’m their mother, of course!” He sighed, turning around and grabbing the pot with his creations. The cactus that came into view had two little cactus pups snuggled up to the main cactus. “I’m honestly a little disappointed in you, Y/N…” he murmured, “I thought you of all people would be excited to meet my pups. You were going on and on about cacti all of last year, I really assumed you’d be proud of me.” 

It took you a whole minute to catch your breath after you burst into a fit of laughter, a grin so wide spreading across your face that it started aching soon after it bloomed. You stood up and beamed at Jack, joining him at the table and taking the pot into your hands. “Jack, look at what you did! You idiot, I thought you were about to confess to me about having children.” 

Jack frowned, “Children? Y/N, I’m sixteen years old. I can barely take care of Ruggie, let alone an actual child!” 

The two of you stood there, amused for what seemed like ages. The sun was setting as you and Jack spent some time prepping new pots for the pups, already promising to dedicate the next weekend’s free time to repotting the new cacti. 

You washed your hands off the dirt, shaking the water droplets off your fingertips before you turned around, suddenly facing Jack who wore his usual adoring smile. 

“Thank you, Y/N. And again, I’m so sorry for confusing you, before.” 

You shook your head, “That’s alright, Jack. You can confuse me anyday.” 

Jack shot you a knowing smile, and suddenly you couldn’t help but look forward to Saturday morning.

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