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doomedmoth · 3 days

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Not fast, just furious

Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Warnings : use of y/n, smau, unhinged behavior, alcohol and cigarettes consumption, kys joke, suggestive texts, chaotic fluff, grumpy x sunshine, lando getting bullied

Synopsis : During his winter break in Australia, Daniel meets a barmaid with a big heart and a bigger mouth. When she starts following him during the races, fans are a bit unsure of how to deal with her unhinged behavior and total lack of media training. Daniel loves it.

Moth’s prophecy💡: Hi friends ! Pls be kind, it’s my first attempt at a smau and I’m on mobile, so the formatting might be weird. Also sorry if your name is Malva, it was the first one that came to mind lol.

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yourbff leaving the club like an overworked mom

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melbournemirage our favorite employee 🤩

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yourusername wouldn’t mind a raise then 🤪

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yourbrother stop drinking on the job bitch

yourusername get a job before judging me bitch

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wagupdates New wag alert ?? Daniel Ricciardo has now been seen a few times with an unknown woman around Melbourne and Perth during his winter break. At first thought to be a childhood friend, sources say they met at the bar where the young woman is working, and they have been getting quite cozy 👀 What do you think ??? 📸 via Australian celebrity press

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danyfanclub she looks cuuuute

user1 anyone got her @ ???

user2 apparently he been hanging out at melbournemirage so maybe she works there ???

malva she looks messsyyyy, doubt it’s gonna last till the season starts…

danyfanclub stay mad

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maxverstappen1 honey come home the kids miss you

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user1 what camera do you use ???

wagupdates do we spy the new girl on the 4th and 7th slide ??? 👀

user2 THANK YOU I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE

user3 sneakyyy

danyfanclub can’t wait to see her in the paddock ‼️

landojpg we missed you at karting mate 🥺

daniel3.jpg sorry, too busy drinking cocktails 🤪

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melbournemirage Today we mourn the loss of our best bartender, yourusername . She had been with us for a little over a year now, and was the light of Melbourne Mirage, our pride and joy. She always won employee of the month, and not just because she created and awarded the title herself. A gathering in her memory will be held tonight at 9pm, everyone who knew and loved her is free to attend 💔

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yourbff LMAOOOOO

yourusername WHY THE FUCK DO YOU MAKE IT SOUND LIKE I’M DEAD I JUST QUITTED ???

melbournemirage sometimes we can still hear her voice… 💔

daniel3.jpg don’t worry I’ll take good care of her 😇

yourcoworker you better 🔪

user4 DANIEL ???

danyfanclub finally we have the @ !!!

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yourbff damn girl, money suits you well 😍

yourusername right ???

malva wow, gold digger much…

danielricciardo thank you for getting Max to fly us around babe 🥰

maxverstappen1 as if I was not offering after every race…

landonorris why don’t you offer me after every race ???

maxverstappen1 you can walk

landonorris TO SILVERSTONE ???

user1 from barmaid to wag, girl is living the dream life

user2 smoking is not cool girl…

yourusername minding your own fckn business is tho

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yourusername don’t reveal my secrets 🙄 (love you)

daniel3.jpg the world has to know ❤️‍🔥 (love you more)

lilymhe I can confirm the good girl part

yourusername I’ll be the best for you 🥵

alex_albon HM EXCUSE ME ???

danyfanclub ppl love to hate on her because she’s not trained like a nepo baby but honestly relatable queen !!

user1 boy is simping so hard

user2 she looks so fun to be around, finally a wag that doesn’t look fake

malva yeah she definitely got the street cat look…

user3 OMG GET A FUCKING LIFE GIRL

danyfanclub being this salty won’t make him like you go get a grip

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Did you and Daniel break up ???

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fucking finally, so looooong

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have fuuuun, I’ll call you when my plane lands 🐶

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yourusername Back where everything started. I know I sound like a bitch sometimes, but to my love, my sun, my pup, I am so glad I met you 6 months ago. You turned my life around and I can’t wait for more shenanigans with you. You make any place feel like home. I love you. To everyone else, especially those who thought we broke up because I had the audacity to go home two days before him : Fuck you all ❤️

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melbournemirage we were so happy to have you back, even for just a night ! Soon a #speeddating night at the Melbourne Mirage everyone ? 👀

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maxverstappen1 glad to have met you this year bro

yourusername #mates4life

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danielricciardo my love ❤️‍🔥

yourusername my sun 🌞

user2 highway looking pretty good for a nap rn

user3 goooosh they are so cute I’m gonna kms

danyfanclub FROM THE MAIN ACCOUNT TOO ‼️

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yourbrother you did not have to come back so soon

yourusername jeez 🤡 at least pretend to be happy for the gifts you little shit

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yourusername you’re adopted

landonorris can you bring me back some Tim Tam ? 🥺

danielricciardo no ❤️

yourbff no ❤️

yourusername no and kys ❤️

landonorris damn 🥺

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seattlesellie · 11 months

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not about love: part three ♡

ೃ⁀➷ read part one | part two | part four

pairing: college loser!ellie williams x fem!reader

synopsis: you go to a frat party, ellie is a dumbass.

warnings: heavy sexual themes, alcohol, weed, JEALOUSY (both ellie and reader but reader goes through it)

You stirred from your nap, your eyelids fluttering open as you gradually became aware of your surroundings. It was hot, too hot, and the AC wasn’t working. Neither was the fan. So much for one of the “Best colleges in the world!” as they liked to boast on their little website page. A faint buzz emanated from your phone.

You groaned. Dina's persistence was relentless, and she refused to accept no for an answer. The thought of going to a Kappa party was one thing. Sweaty bodies, lame college boys who thought they were hot shit because their daddy was the CEO of toaster strudel or whatever, cheap liquor that burned inside the pits of your stomach even three days after the party was over…

That was the least of your problems.

The problem was, you guessed it — Ellie.

Wherever Jesse and Dina went, Ellie was always there, tagging along like a lost little puppy. They never turned her away; they actually seemed to enjoy her company. And who could blame them? Ellie had a wicked sense of humor, and some might even say she had a sweet side. Plus, she always had a fat joint tucked away in her pocket, ready to be shared. The thing was, Dina and Jesse were a fucking couple, and Ellie somehow managed to squeeze herself into their most intimate moments too.

You asked Dina about it once, and she just shrugged — “She’s a little lonely sometimes, so why not?”

Dina was right. Ellie was… a little lonely. When she wasn’t with you, shed lock herself inside her dorm room (which she thankfully shared with no one), solemnly strung on her guitar, broody and quiet. She’d blast metal when she was upset, and draw till her arm hurt. It was “by choice” she always told, shrugging off your attempts to convince her to socialize, enjoy the college life, have some fun. She wanted to tell you that you were enough. That she didn’t need those random hookups, that parties were the last thing that interested her, when you were around. Her cheeks would blush a soft, dusty pink whenever she entertained the thought of confessing her feelings to you. The uncertainty of your response weighed on her mind like a pesky little irritant. What would you think then?

None of it mattered, anyways, because you and Ellie hadn’t talked in a week. That was the longest time without contact since 10th grade. Granted, you did fight that Christmas night, just a year ago — but you never went completely cold. Not like this. Ever since that day in her room, something shifted. You saw her in the cafeteria, Sitting alone with white string earphones in her ears, she bopped her head to the rhythmic tunes of Bob Dylan. Pretending not to see you, she shifted her gaze towards the window, fixating on the birds' nest nestled within the tree nearby.

She thought you knew.

She thought her secret was out.

“You’re not” Was the last thing that left her mouth that day.

Ellie was delusional, Because you didn’t fucking know.

“I cant see her EVER again” she scribbled in her journal with dark ink, pressing down on the pen until her thumb turned white.

When NASA released the stunning images of millions of galaxies, your thoughts inevitably gravitated towards her. She was a constant presence in your mind, after all. You sent her a message, a sweet one. “thought of u” it said, with a picture attached.

It was radio silence. No response, no call, nothing. Cold.

This is why you didn’t want to go to the party today. And maybe, this is why you did go — regardless. Stand up to her, ask her what was wrong. Did you do something? did you hurt her feelings? did you finally fucking break her?

It was 9PM, and there you stood, butt naked, facing your closet.

“fuck you Dina” you whispered sotto voce, as the weight of blame rested squarely on her shoulders. She’s the reason you’re here, your mind completely blank, staring at a pile of unfolded clothes, Your makeup sprawled open on the table, the powders and the colors creating an accidental artwork. You had a half empty bottle of boxed wine in your hand. Definitely Dina’s fault.

“Nothing!" you exclaimed, flinging a delicate light pink tank-top onto the floor in frustration. “To fucking wear!” you groaned, tossing a black pair of jeans of across the room. It was your turn to throw a tantrum now.

You dialed Dina on the phone, more than ready to complain to her over your lack of clothes, her stupid kappa party, maybe even over the pumping headache you had three days ago, maybe that was her fault too.

She picked up.

“Heyyyy pretty” Her words slurred, and the scent of vodka almost wafted through the screen. Oh god, she was drunk already. Just great.

“You pregamed without me?!” You yelled, perplexed.

“Wh— I called you like five times! So did Jesse, you didnt pick up the phoneeee”

“Pick up the phoneeeee” you heard Jesse mock Dina, his laughter echoing in the background.

“Fine, whatever. I have nothing to wear, I’m gonna look like shit, my ass hurts because I slipped AND I think this white wine’s poisoned. Plus I need something that makes my tits look good and all i have—“

You grabbed a crumpled white corset top from the floor, its fabric wrinkled from being discarded.

“Is a stupid corset! and you still didn’t give me back my dress!” You whined, pacing around the room, still naked, still chugging on some “poisonous” white wine.

“You’re on speaker, babe”

“I dont care. Hey Jesse, you sound wasted too” You tried on the white corset, surprised at how good it fit around your body. Huh. Maybe you didn’t need to iron clothes like, ever.

“Heyyyy” his voice came through muffled, mixed with fits of laughter as Dina had apparently spilled vodka on herself.

“D, I’m sending you a picture of my fit, I have no pants on so don’t save it, weirdo”

She coughed.

“On speaker” she repeated.

“Jesse doesn’t care” You rolled your eyes, as you struggled to zip the corset top up.

“Ellie’s here”

Oh.

“Oh” you froze. Of course she’s here.

“Say” Dina's voice descended to a hushed tone, as if her words were no longer intended for your ears.

“Say hi” it was quiet, but you could hear.

"I don't—" Ellie's voice emerged, subdued and suppressed, barely audible.

Dina shoved the phone to Ellie’s hand.

“Hey”

You gazed at your complexion, transfixed as if you were trapped in a moment suspended in time.

“Hi” you quietly said.

“Okay— whatever you two have going on… figure it out, be there in twenty. And send me that pic!”

Dina hung up.

Be there in twenty. Okay, you got this. You looked at yourself in the mirror, half naked, your hair a mess, your heart beating out of your chest. Maybe you don’t got this.

Frantically, you swiftly gathered yourself. You hastily slid into a sleek black skirt, styled your hair, generously applied a thick layer of lip gloss, and quickly slipped into the tallest heels you could lay your hands on.

“Skirts too long” you whispered to yourself.

It wasn’t too long, the plush of your ass was almost peaking out of it.

It was borderline comedic, how you fast you shifted when you heard her voice. How quickly you went from not giving a shit, whining quietly about the sweaty bodies you’re going to bump into, and the thick smell of cigarette smoke and cheap alcohol you were going to have to breathe through, to caring so heavily, and so deeply, about something completely different. You put the shiniest pair of hoop earrings you could find in your drawer, spritzed a thick layer of sweet, vanilla and almonds perfume, and took another glance in the mirror.

This is how she was going to see you. She’ll smell your perfume, you were sure of it. Perhaps she’d even glance at your legs if she got close. you see, Ellie had a habit of… looking up and down. She thought she was sleek, she thought she knew what she was doing. She thought she was hiding it, and hiding it well, but she never did. You always noticed how her eyes would flicker up and down, how a rosy pink would grace her cheeks.

This isn’t about Ellie, though — right?

There was a loud thud that echoed across the room, originating from the big window above your bed.

Dina and Jesse were here. Oh, and her.

“fuckfuckfuck” you frantically whispered to yourself as you went to grab your purse. You glanced at your reflection again. You looked good, and you knew it. Hell — everyone would know it, but not everyone mattered.

You took a deep breath, and with that, you were out of your room.

Click-clack—the sound of your high heels grazing the ground filled the air.

“oh sh—“

you almost slipped.

Right as you exited the building, your eyes landed on them.

Three, slightly inhibited, babbling adults standing besides each other.

You moved closer, the sparkling keychain attached to your purse swaying and jingling with every contact against your figure, a touch of girlish charm to your stride.

“Holy shitttt” Dina gasped, her eyes widening in awe.

You didn’t even glace at Ellie. Non existent.

“Jesse” she nudged his arm. “I’m leaving you for a girl”

She wrapped you in a tight embrace, her sweet but subtly spicy perfume filling your nostrils. The moment your eyes met hers, any lingering anger you had towards her completely melted away. The Dina effect.

“You look so hot” she teased, flashing you a sly smile.

“Hey idiot” Jesse chimed in, embracing you tightly, looking dapper with a tight, black t-shirt adorning his body.

“Look at those muscles” you said, punching his arm lightly.

And there she was.

a black leather jacket, a white button-up shirt with the top buttons left undone, a tight pair of jeans and her trusty old Chuck’s.

She dressed up. She never dresses up.

Her eyes were glued to the ground. What was she hyper-focusing on now? The ant crawling on the ground? a dry, crumpled leaf? Perhaps on your high heels, and the thought of you keeping them on while your legs are resting on her shoulders?

Her throat closed up at the thought.

“Hey” she said, her voice low.

You could tell she had been drinking, based on the dazed look she had on her face. Maybe she smoked some too.

“Hi” you said, and flashed her a small, awkward smile.

“Start walking idiots” Dina exclaimed, and grabbed your hand in her palm.

The walk to the party was not quiet. It was anything but. Filled with aimless giggles, and Jesse almost walking in to a pole. Ellie dragged by quietly, chuckling to herself at a funny anecdote someone had made. She never was quite like this. Of course, she was broody, some would say somber, but she was not a “quiet” person. Not when she was with her friends. Tonight was different. Tonight, Ellie had something else in mind. The way you swayed side to side, giggling loudly and boasting into a Britney melody made her heart swell in her chest. She couldn’t stop replaying the events of that day in her mind. The way she got close, the way you whispered that you weren’t like Dina and Jesse, and the way she agreed. The way she had never come so hard in her life, with her hand between her thighs and her phone in her hand.

Tonight was going to be fucking difficult.

You finally arrived to the party.

As anticipated, the scene unfolded before you— a pulsating mass of sweaty bodies, shirtless college guys, and scantily clad girls grinding against each other, moving rhythmically to the beats of a 2013 Jason Derulo song.

“Shots?” Dina questioned, her eyes scanning the crowded house.

“Shots” you responded, a slight panicked look on your face.

“Sure, yeah” Ellie quietly said, her hands stuffed inside her pockets.

Dina was out of your sight at the speed of light.

You were left alone with her.

It was suddenly harder to breathe, and it wasn’t the lack of oxygen from the dozens of people breathing it in.

“So…” you said, trying to be as loud as you could — so she could hear you, amidst the loud music and the occasional screams.

She was standing in front of you. God, was she beautiful. She didn’t even try, was the frustrating part. The way her hair rested half down, the rest of it tied in a bun, the way a small strand of hair framed her face — she was flawless. Her freckled cheeks were glowing, a red hue caressing them, and as her hand came to scratch her face, presumably a nervous reaction, it flexed slightly. You always stared. Just like she stared at your tits — you always stared at her hands. It was a silent agreement, tit for tat.

“So many people” you chuckled.

“Listen, I-“

“Tequila for you” Dina’s voice startled you from behind, making you flinch.

“And… a shot of whiskey for the lady” She handed Ellie the short glass.

“3, 2–“

It was warm inside your throat, and it slid so uncomfortably, you had have a reaction. Your face twitched, tongue peeking out of your mouth.

Ellie couldn't help but crack a smile, stifling the urge to burst into laughter.

Ellie never made a face when she drank. Swallow it in, Joel taught her. Hold your breath — and let it slide.

“EVERYBODY!”

the loud voice of a college frat-boy echoed through the room. Did he have a fucking microphone?

“SPIN THE BOTTLE IN KEVIN’S ROOM TO THE LEFT!”

You rolled your eyes.

“What are we, thirteen?” you sighed.

“No…” Dina responded, her gaze shifting between you and Ellie.

“But you need to get some” she nudged your arm.

“And so do you” She whispered to Ellie.

Ellie could feel her heart beat fasten up. Funnily enough, it wasn’t because she was embarrassed to play. It wasn’t because she cared about it, or wanted to “get some” — It was the thought of you. The thought of you, getting some. How could Dina even dare to suggest such a thing? Of course, Dina didn’t know about Ellie’s… situation. Still, how could she say that? How could she endure the thought of you with somebody else? What if you end up meeting somebody? What if you, god forbid, end up kissing somebody? Ellie felt it in her stomach. It was that same rage she felt when you had your first girlfriend, Emily, in 10th grade. When she caught you kissing behind the bleachers. She remembers how her mind went blank for a second, fully white. A moment after, she saw red. She punched a fucking wall, and promised herself that if she ever gets the chance — the actual chance, she’d beat Emily up so bad it would leave her bleeding. Of course, she never got the fucking chance. Emily was nice to Ellie, hell, Emily loved Ellie, and Ellie never had the guts to do it, so she punched her pillow instead, every goddamn night.

“Let’s go, c’mon” Dina exclaimed, taking hold of both your hands and skillfully maneuvering through the bustling crowd.

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At first, the bottle landed on a sweet cheerleader named Amy, and a dumb jock named Steve.

“I dare you to make out shirtless in front of everybody” Kyle, a blond frat guy said, gaining himself a couple of “Oooo” sounds from the people gathered around the room.

“It’s not truth or dare Kyle—“ A loud voice popped off from the background.

“My house, my rules” He shrugged as he responded.

“I should be paid to watch this” You said in a whiny, slightly bitchy tone, Ellie and Dina chuckled in response.

They went at it, shirtless and sloppy. Tongues clashing in an unsynchronized dance, slurping each other up like animals.

“Okay, okay — next round” Kyle exclaimed, burping into the mic.

“Ew” you gagged.

The bottle spun.

You were standing besides Ellie, her shoe nudging yours. At one point, she accidentally touched your thigh, followed by a breathy “Shit — sorry”.

There was absolutely no way it would spin pointing at her, and then point at you. But she fucking hoped. Maybe, if it was a dare, shed have the balls to do it. Maybe she’d be too embarrassed to say no in front of all these people, who might think she was even a bigger weirdo for turning a game down, so she’d have to kiss you. Maybe her lips could touch yours like she desperately desired. Maybe shed manage to put her hands on your waist, and hold you still. Maybe you’ll feel it, finally, and give into her.

Slip a tongue in, who knows?

It landed on her.

“Fuck” she hissed under her breath.

“Oh” Kyle said into the mic.

“Who are you?”

“Ellie” she said quietly, internally punching herself in the gut.

“Cant hear”

She cleared her throat, feeling her face heat up.

“Ellie” she said, louder.

You felt your throat close up. This can’t possibly be happening. Dina was ecstatic.

“Okay… Ellie, never seen you around here… Spin”

“I don’t—“ she quietly said, looking at you from the corner of her eye.

Something was wrong. Your body tensed up.

“Cmon, El” Dina nudged her arm.

She spun the bottle, the sound of the glass grazing the floor filling up the room.

It landed on a ginger named Alison. You recognized her from one of your classes. Alison was a nice girl, popular, but kept to herself. She was pretty, a sweet pair of big brown eyes, and a cleavage that left no room for the imagination. Alison smirked at Ellie, tilting her head.

You weren’t exactly a firm believer, but you prayed to god louder than anyone has ever did.

Please don’t kiss. Please don’t kiss.

“Ellie… Alison… Who else thinks those names go fucking along?” Kyle exclaimed into the mic.

The crowd whood, the crowd of people cheering this… Obscenity — as you’d call it.

Ellie shifted uncomfortably, digging her short fingernails into her palms.

You lifted your chin up. Shit.

“Ellie and Alison,” Kyle whispered dramatically.

“Kiss.”

Dina squeezed your hand.

“Ellies gonna get some…” She melodically hummed in your ear.

Your face twitched.

“Alison — take your shirt off. Ellie, gotta give us a show”

Ellie went bright red. She didn’t want to do this. She didn’t want to fucking do this. It buzzed in her ears, echoing inside her brain.

It was almost as if a comically bright light bulb appeared on top of her head.

What if this was payback.

She could never have you, couldn’t she?

What if this one hurt.

What if you realized.

Ellie didn’t dare to look at you, but she felt it. She felt you shift, she felt the harsh breath that escaped your mouth.

Alison crawled closer. So did Ellie. Her shoe grazed your knee as she moved.

You swallowed deeply.

Alison’s eyes twinkled amidst the dim lights.

Ellie felt her toes curl inside her Chuck’s. Her breathing got heavier, and her heartbeat fastened up. It wasn’t because of Alison, or Andrea, whatever her name was. It was beating because you were watching.

Alison initiated it. It was a small peck, at first.

Your hand was trembling.

“Go Ellie!” Dina cheered.

Ellie took it as a green light.

She parted her lips slowly, and sucked Alison in for a kiss. A hungry one, slow and steady, a wet tongue slipping in, gently swirling inside the shirtless ginger’s mouth. When Alison whimpered silently, Ellie brought her hand up to squeeze her breast. The crowd was cheering her on.

You felt like a monster took over your body. Your throat closed up, eyes growing moist. Oh shit. You were about to fucking cry.

Ellie grabbed Alison’s neck, and held her firmly.

It felt like it was going on for hours.

And then it stopped. Alison was panting, and Ellie was too.

There it was. The first tear that crawled down your right cheek.

“I’m going to the bathroom” you whispered to Dina.

Ellie looked across her shoulder.

You weren’t there anymore.

“Where’d she go?” She wiped her wet mouth on a black leather covered shoulder.

“Bathroom” Dina said, absentmindedly with a smile.

“Fuck”

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♡ part four ♡

#ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams x you #the last of us #wlw

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justmeinadaze · 1 year

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Aftercare: Roleplay (Steddie X You)

A/N: I am not ok 🫠 God this was fun to write lol Enjoy <3

Warnings: Dom Steddie and Sub reader, Stalker style role-play so rough language and smut, degradation, slapping, some knife play (they rip off her clothes, the don't cut her), dirty talk, choking, spanking, restraint, and of course wonderful aftercare with fluff near the end.

If this isn't your kind of thing dont continue to read! It is consensual and the reader does allow them permission to do this but the role-play is played out like it isn't. NOTE I would NEVER write a version of these boys who wouldn't stop if Y/N said the safe word.

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“I will never understand why you guys like that crap.”, Steve whines as you three walk out of the theater.

“Oh, come on, Stevie. Scary movies just make you feel more alive you know?” You jump around them enthusiastically making them swoon.

Since you three had started your relationship, they noticed a big difference in you; mostly you were a lot happier. Your smile rarely left your face especially when they came home from work.

“This coming from the guy who put stalking her in his roleplay notes.”, Eddie chuckled.

“Seriously, I was surprised when I read how turned on it made you.”

“Why?”

“I mean, you? Being all scary stalker intimidating? Eddie, oh yeah. But you, baby? You don’t even like the genre.”

“I feel challenged…”, Steve playfully glares at you as you guys make it to his car.

“Maybe it is.”, you reply coyly.

“Are we really doing this?”, Eddie claps. “Yay!”

“But you can see him scaring and intimidating you?” The boy chuckles as he points towards his friend.

“What’s wrong, Daddy? Don’t think you can do it?” His whole posture changes as he stands to his full height. “I’ll make you both a deal. You have free reign to play out your little horror movie stalker fantasy anyway you see fit. No matter what you do or when you do it, I’ll play along.”

You were toying with him, trying to rile him up. You knew they could both be intimidating because you felt it when you dropped into your headspace. Hell, even when they weren’t being rough with you, the gentle aftercare had a power dynamic that made you feel small in a good way. If anyone even tried to hurt you, they would make them pay.

That being said, imagining them turning that intimidation on you in this way, had your pussy clenching. You were desperate to feel the full force of what they could wield so you continued to poke the bear.

“Honestly, though, I see myself laughing more than anything.”

Steve blinked down at you as his gorgeous smile began to fade, his jaw tightening in a way you had never seen before. His eyes locked with yours as he slowly stepped forward, knocking into you with his chest. You tried to plant your feet to keep him from moving you but he was too strong. You stumbled slightly till your back hit his car; both his arms gradually coming up to place his palms on either side of you blocking you from going anywhere. You swallowed nervously as his face leaned down to meet your own, biting your lip to hide the moan as his nose grazed your cheek.

“I guess we’ll have to see won’t we, honey?”, he murmured in a gruff tone. Suddenly, he kissed your forehead, releasing you from his blockade as he opened the door for you with that signature Harrington smile. “Get in, babe. Let’s go home.”

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Two weeks had passed and nothing had happened. You thought maybe they had forgotten about it or after planning it decided they no longer wanted to play that game. You were slightly disappointed but didn’t want to push them into anything that may make them uncomfortable so you three continued your relationship like normal.

Today had been a particularly rough day at work and you couldn’t wait to get home to relax with the boys. When you entered the apartment however, everything was silent. After looking at the stove clock, you gnawed your bottom lip in worry. It was after 9pm and even if Steve worked a late shift, they were both home by now.

As soon as you picked up the cordless to dial Family Video and the record store to check on them, the phone came to life in your hand.

“Hello?”

“Hey! Oh, shit. I think I dialed the wrong number.”

“Steve? What are you doing? Where are you guys?”

“Fuck. I already fucked this up. Eddie and I were going to do the stalker thing tonight. Jesus! Ed, I’m so sorry, man.”

You giggle when you hear Eddie grumble something at his friend. “It’s ok, Daddy. You guys can always try again.” The handle of the front door began to jiggle. “Did you forget your key?”

“What do you mean, babe?”

“You’re trying to come in, right?”

“No? Eddie and I in the car outside.” You freeze just as your hand reaches for the knob as it jiggles again. “Baby? Is someone trying to get in?!”

Loud pounding startles you as you shriek in surprise.

“D-D-Daddy? Sir?”

Steve snickers as the banging gets louder, your heart pounding with fear. You’ve completely dropped in and they know it to.

“IS someone trying to get in, little girl? I promise if you open the door now my friend and I will go easier on you.”

“I-I’m not afraid of you.”

“Hm but you will be. Now be a good girl and open the door.”

“No.”

“Your call.”

The phone abruptly disconnects as you drop it and run to your bedroom. The front door flies open as soon as you find a hiding space under your bed. Covering your mouth to stifle the fear in your throat, your eyes widen as you see two sets of boots wonder into the living room.

“Where the fuck is she?”, Eddie growls. “Come on, pretty girl! Don’t make this harder than it has to be!”

“No, Ed. This is fun. Little girl wants to play hide and seek.”

You watch as they split up to search for you starting with their own rooms before stalking towards yours. You hold your palm over your mouth tighter as you listen to them talk.

“You really think she’s stupid enough to hide in here?”

“Of course, she is.” The bed dips down as Steve takes a seat. “God, I can’t wait to find her though. I’m going to fuck her so hard she won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”

“I love your ambition, Harrington. As long as I can cum down her throat, I’m happy.”

“Do you think we should let her cum to?”

“Oh of course. Sluts like her fucking grip your dick hard when they cum. It feels so fucking good.”, Eddie sighs in pleasure at the thought. “We won’t be able to do any of that until we find her though. Which actually reminds me…”

The boy abruptly drops on his heels, tilting his head to the side as he finds your frightened frame. “Hey, little one. I guess you’re right, Steve. She IS that stupid.”

You yelp as you feel hands roughly grab your ankles and pull you out from under the bed. Fingers yank back on your hair and lift you to your knees. “I don’t know why you even bother hiding, baby. You know one way or another we are going to take what’s ours. You just make it harder with all this foreplay.”

Eddie leans down, wrapping his hand around your throat as he smirks. “What’s the matter, little girl? I thought you said you were going to be laughing.”

He tugs you to your feet and you immediately push against him with your hands, trying to pull yourself free from his grasp. Your hand collides with his cheek and he responds by slapping you harder before throwing you onto the mattress.

“Oh! Baby girl likes to play rough! We can do rough, honey.”

Steve unbuckles his belt and while Eddie holds your arms above your head, the other boy ties it around your wrists. You freeze when you feel cold steel touch you face.

“Don’t. Move.”, the metalhead growls.

He grabs your shirt aggressively in his fist as he cuts it and your pants off your body with the knife before passing it to Steve. Gripping your throat again, he slides his fingers between your folds into your dripping core.

“I should have known you’d fucking enjoy this. No panties and you’re soaked…such a fucking whore.” Eddie releases your throat to lightly smack your face again. “Keep your legs open!”

Your eyes roll back as his fingers thrust into you at a fast pace as the sound of your slick fills the room. He abruptly pulls his digits out of your pussy, hitting you between your legs before rolling you on to your stomach.

He pumps into you again, pushing three fingers in making you groan at the stretch. Steve kneels by your face and roughly yanks your hair. “Look at yourself.”, he commands as he points to your full-length mirror in the corner of your room. “Look at how much you’re enjoying this.”

Your eyes squeeze shut as you feel the coil about to snap but his hand aggressively pinches your cheeks as he shouts next to your face. “Open your fucking eyes and look! Watch yourself cum on his fucking fingers, you dirty slut! Allowing two strangers to take you so easily. You enjoy this don’t you? Tell me!”

“I-I like this…fuck… I’m…”

“That’s right, pretty girl. There you go.”, Eddie coos as he slaps your ass. Steve continues to grip your cheeks, holding your head towards the mirror as came.

Your head fell against the sheets, trying to catch your breath as Eddie climbed off the bed to remove his clothes. His friend rose to his feet, lifting your hips so your ass was in the air. The metalhead jumped back onto the mattress, spanking you again as he leaned down to spit into your cunt.

As he started to push himself inside you, you began to crawl away feeling overwhelmed by the intense pleasurable feeling of just his tip alone.

“Where the fuck are you going?” Eddie’s hands roughly gripped your hips as he held you in place. “Stevie, you want to help me here?”

Steve grabbed your hair, sliding his jeans and boxers down his legs.

“Open.”, he commands, tugging on your hair when you don’t comply. “Open your fucking mouth!”

Eddie uses the distraction to sheath himself inside of you and as you gasp at the intrusion Steve shoves his cock in your mouth.

“Why do you fight it, honey? You know you’re loving this, right, Ed?” The man smacks your behind and you moan around the other boy’s length. “Fuck that feels so fucking good.”

“Jesus, Y/N.”, Eddie grunts. His chest falls against your back as his hand grips your throat. “You like being used by us, don’t you? You tell us no but your pussy doesn’t fucking lie. You’re making a mess all over my cock right now.”

Steve holds your head against him as you gag; Eddie grinding his hips harder against yours. The man steps back as the metalhead tugs you to your knees against him, gripping your throat tighter.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me you love way my cock feels.”

“I-I-I… fuck…I love the way…your cock feels.”

“Cum for me. Show me how much you love my dick tearing you open.” Your eyes shut as you throw your head back against his shoulder, tremble against him as you cum. “Good-Good girl. Now—mmm—get that pretty mouth ready because I’m going to…to cum down your throat and your… going to fucking swallow it like a good slut.”

He pushes your lower half back down against the bed, pumping into you roughly. Abruptly, he pulls out of you, flipping you on to your back, and straddles your face with his knees placed on either side. After shoving his cock into your mouth, he thrusts his hips till you feel his seed hit your tongue. “Swallow!” You flash him your tongue showing him you had done what he asked.

As soon as he climbed off you, Steve tugged on your ankles bringing you closer to him. Your body twitches as he glides the head of his cock through your dripping folds, chuckling when you moan as he circles it around your clit.

“Do you want my dick, baby?”

“Y-yes, please.”

He leans over your fucked out frame and smacks your face before gripping it between his fingers. “I can’t fucking hear you, little girl. Louder.”

“Yes, Steve, please!”

A cocky smile spread along his lips as he breaches your entrance. True to his word, he thrust into you at an almost animalist pace, hitting every sensitive spot inside you and then some having you see stars.

His chest fell to yours as sloppily kissed your lips, continuing to roll his hips into yours.

“This pussy belongs to us. No one else can fucking have you.”

You whimpered when you felt the belt on your wrists tighten and the cold steel of the knife brush against your cheek.

“Because if anyone else even tries to take you away from us, we’ll make them regret it.”, Eddie grins as he hovers over your face before kissing your lips as well.

Steve pushes up on his hands as he pounds into you harder, feeling your pussy clench around him. Your back arches and the metalhead quickly covers your mouth with his palm as you cum harder than you ever had before.

A sarcastic smirk flickered across his face as his forehead fell against yours. “Beg me to cum inside you, honey.”

“Pl-please, cum inside of me.”

His fingers come to wrap around your throat again as his eyes penetrate yours angrily. “Make me believe it, little girl.”

“Please, Steve. I-I-I want you to fill me up. I need it, PLEASE!”

Steve’s eyes closed as he released you, his head falling to the side as his thrusts became sloppier and you felt him warm your insides.

Your eyes shut as you nestled your nose against into his hair. Hands gently held your arms as they removed the belt from around your wrist. Lips tenderly kissed their way up your limbs to your shoulder before Eddie’s much softer voice filled your ear.

“You did so well, sweetheart. Our beautiful girl. There’s no rush here. Take your time and whenever you’re ready we’re going to take a bath, ok?”

“Can I…have some water?”, you ask in hoarse voice.

“Yeah, baby. Of course. I’ll be right back.”

You wince as you feel Steve pull out of you, rolling to your side as he props himself on his elbow and delicately brushes some stray hairs out of your damp, sweaty face.

“Did I convince you that I could be ‘scary stalker intimidating’?”

You giggle as your eyes open to meet his. “Yeah, you did. You BOTH surprised me actually.”

“Alright, sweetheart. Sit up and drink this.”

They held on to you as you shakily raised yourself to a seated position. “Can, um, would you mind…”

Eddie smiles as he brings the bottle to your lips and slowly tips it back. As soon as you finish, he passes the rest to his friend who chugs it back before placing it on your bedside table.

“I’m ready for that bath now.”

“Good cause you smell.”, he teases as you laugh at him.

Steve grins as he runs ahead of you both to get it ready. Eddie lifts you into his arms and you keen into his neck as you both wait. The man lowers you in carefully before they join you and you happily sigh as they clean your aching body.

You notice someone is lingering at your wrists a while and turn to find the metalhead massaging the imprints the belt had left in your skin.

“Did you like it, Y/N? We were a little nervous when planning this because we didn’t want to trigger something for you by hitting you too hard or anything.”

“We figured though you would use the safe word if you were uncomfortable.”, Steve follows as he leans back against the porcelain.

“Yeah, no, I liked it a lot. I think what helped push me there was thinking Harrington actually fucked up.” You laugh as they chuckle along with you. “Um, I, thank you for…hearing me about…not being too violent. If you had tried to cut me, I probably would have used the safe word.”

“Honey, you don’t have to thank us for something like that.”

“And we would never hurt you like that. We aren’t really into that kind of thing either. We thought about using a fake knife but we thought it added to the scene if we could tear off your clothes which, by the way, I will buy you a new outfit tomorrow.”

“Oh, Eddie, baby. You don’t have to do that.”

“I know I don’t HAVE to. I want to.” You beam up at him as you kiss his cheek.

“Did you two like it? Stevie?”

“I did. I…like watching you…submit to me. To us.”

A shaky moan leaves your chest at his words. “Yeah? What else did you like?”

“I loved feeling your pussy drip all over me.”, Eddie whispers in your ear.

Your finger glide between your legs as you rub them against your clit.

“I still love the way those big, beautiful eyes look up at me when I fuck you.” Steve leans forward till his nose grazes yours.

“Oh and that little voice you like so much, man. Hearing you tell me you love the way my cock splits you open…”

“That’s right, Ed. The precious, tiny, submissive voice reminding us that she knows what’s ours.”

Steve replaces your fingers with his thumb as he plays with your nub while Eddie sucks on your neck.

“Who does your pussy belong to, baby?”

“Fuck…you two. M-my pussy and body are yours.” Your breath hit his lips as you pant out moans. “I love you both so much.”

He leans forward, connecting his mouth with your own as you came. One of your arms reached up to wrap around the other boy’s neck as you pulled his lips to your own.

Steve rose to his feet bringing you with him as Eddie followed. He ran the towel obnoxiously through your hair making you laugh as he smiled down at your gorgeous face. “I love you to, honey. Did you want to watch a movie tonight? Maybe something light.”

“That’s no fun.”, Eddie grinned as he pushed his old high school Hellfire shirt over your head and you held onto his shoulders as you stepped into your panties. “We also bought some quick made meals for tonight so you don’t have to wait too long for dinner.”

“Good because I’m starving.”

The boy kisses your forehead starting to head for the kitchen before he pauses and turns back to kiss your lips. “I love you to.”, he chuckles as he runs off to complete his task.

Steve picks you up and places you on the couch.

“How about Back to the Future?”, you ask and he smiles at your suggestion.

Eddie jumps over the back of the couch and hands you a bowl of microwavable food they know you like. Thanking him, you sling your legs over his lap as Steve comes to sit beside you so you can lean against him. Halfway through the movie, the metalhead lays down and hugs your legs to his chest as you play with his hair. Laughing when you hear soft snores, you turn to Steve so you both could tease him only to find he had fallen asleep to. His arm was draped over your chest as his head hung back over the sofa.

You felt like you wanted to cry as ran your hands delicately over them both. You had spent most of your dating life in and out of awful relationships. How had you been so blinded to the two men right in front of you?

Smiling to yourself, you closed your eyes and fell asleep in their embrace wishing you could pause this moment so the three of you could stay like this forever.

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fuck-customers · 8 months

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I need to rant so hard right now I’m shaking because everyone at my job wants to get pissy I can’t stay till closing bc I actually have a life & live on a healthy schedule.

I told them “look sorry I can’t stay till closing because I haven’t been able to buy groceries and my only chance is when I get out today (@9pm)” And these idiots look at me & with all sincerity & go “don’t you think you could just order in food instead just this once for us and then do your groceries when ur off tomorrow? :))) “

Bro no. I actually can’t & I fucking won’t because number one I’m vegetarian and no vegetarian restaurants are open past 8pm. The point of doing groceries was to save money on eating out in the first place. Did you notice I requested tomorrow off? That’s because I have a very important wedding to attend to so I can’t spend tomorrow DOING GROCERIES AND COOKING FOOD. And if I don’t leave at 9pm I DONT GET MY GROCERIES AND I STARVE FOR THE NIGHT. It wouldn’t have to play out this way if y’all had given me Sunday off to do my food planning like I’ve been saying for only about 5 months now.

These jobs really cannot fathom that an employee would have a life & a schedule or a list of things to do when they aren’t in work. They literally cannot fathom how making me do 3 hours longer than I was supposed to is going to literally FUCK UP THE REST OF MY WEEK.

On my break I see they changed my schedule to closing, but guess who’s walking out of here at 9pm whether they like that or not.

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bolontiku · 1 month

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Get a call from my boss today... baker emergency

So, he calls me up and tells me he is coming to see me. I tell him I am excited 😀 then he tells me he is bringing 12 full racks of bakery product to my store and he needs to bake out of my Cafe. I tell him I am not so excited now. His oven is down and he has no choice. Baker emergency.

He laughs and tells me he will be there around 9pm tonight. Plenty of time for me to get my bake down. So I start to move, get ready to have him invade my Cafe. Tell my manager who says "psyche!" With a grin until my face does not do the smiley thing and I tell him it's a $3.7k bake being brought to us. He is unhappy. Haha

Instead of arriving at 9pm he arrives at 6pm. Not enough time and I've just started my sweets. So. I proceed to tell him what we are doing and begin baking. He stands back and watches. I am upsetti spaghetti as all his bread is massively over proofed and unsalvagable. I am in literal tears and he is laughing. "Why you stressing?!" He asks.

"Because I LOVE BREAD AND THIS IS A TRAVESTY!!!" 😭😭😭 my customers are entertained.

He agrees but proceeds to tell me his Cafe had known their oven was down since 7am and they left his product out on the floor instead of pushing it into the cooler to save it. .

So. Fuck it.

I saved as much as possible. Everything else was shit. He said it was better than he had planned on giving them. 🤣🤣 he messaged our GM and told him to get me a gift card. He was ready to be there till 2-3am I left him with an hours worth of work at 9pm. 🤣🤣

#chaos journal #work things #a bakers life for me #baker emergency #broken ovens #poor boss

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ogwriter22 · 3 months

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Chapter One

You have to check these pictures.

Please let me know if you like one of them.

I saw the text under the pictures my amma had sent me. I slide up to see them again and I didn’t have enough excitement to see these boys. They all looked the same again; They were tall, dark, dressed in suits. However, deep down I didn’t feel anything. After years of waiting and rejection, I felt comfortable to be on my own.

Although, my amma doesn’t want to see me “surrender”. Not only her, most of my relatives think the same. As a woman, being alone looked like a curse to them. They thought that the blessing of a woman must be kids and become the best wife or the best mother in a family – I always thought it the other way around.

I had finished my final exams last month and the relaxation that came after felt like something I’ve never felt before. After sleepless nights that came with shortened vision and neck cramps, I finally got back my normal sleeping routine.

Still, my head felt heavy with the constant nagging from my amma about marriage and my own disappointment when it comes to a proper job employment. Sometimes I wished I could stay in bed till I figure something out.

“Good morning,”

My eyes opened at once, although I stayed in my bed. It was my roommate, Nadhini. I met her this year – She’s working as a sales executive in Colombo and she was much older than me. Around 6 am, she would wake up and get ready to go to work. Our landlord was quite suspicious about her at first since my last roommate got caught with a boy in the neighborhood. Just as usual, I thought they would say I was a slut like her. Surprisingly, most of the ladies thought it was impossible of me to do such a ‘vile thing’.

“Hey! You told me to wake you up.”

“Yes, I know.” I answered while a big yawn came out.

“By the way, I might get late.” Nadhini suggested. “You would be okay right?”

“Well, I would come around at 8 pm,” I said and stood up. “You would be later than that?”

“Kind of. I have to work till 9pm today,” Nadhini replied as she picked up her handbag to go out.

I heard her footsteps leading to the front door. As usual, the rusty door lock was unable to move due to the morning dew and I heard trying to move the latch a few times. Finally the door unlocks and I heard her footsteps becoming distant as she stepped out. Our landlord greeted her and asked about me. Nadhini didn’t reply and I remembered about this month’s rent.

* * *

I stayed with Nadhini upstairs and my landlord lived downstairs alone since the day I came here. Today, I managed to escape from the house by walking down slowly on the rusty staircase before the landlord catches me. I managed to get on the heavy loaded bus that takes to Colombo from Nugegoda. During the first few stops, all of the seats were filled. Me and all the other people who were standing up, had the chance to experience of getting crushed by the other passengers or the conductors who walked in the middle.

I hated this although now I am kind of used to it. But I never liked how people rubbed against me as they got out. Most of the times, you have to get used to it. Although it doesn’t mean that I have to get used to when men do it on purpose.

Finally, I managed to put my handbag into an empty seat before someone notices. Luckily it was near a window seat and it felt like a huge relief. I squeezed through the crowd and sat down; I tried to open the window a little, however it got stuck in the midway and left a little space for some air. This day could not get any worse than this.

* * *

“I knew you were gonna be late again.”

Mrs. Almeida caught me off guard – I still can’t believe that she’s trying accuse me again for what happened last week. I sealed my lips with a smile before I say something back to her. She didn’t return her smile since she was furiously wiping the chairs and the tables.

Then Mr. Almeida came in, with a pearly white smile as usual. I kept my sealed smile until I walked into the kitchen. The chefs were coming in and as usual, R walked right in front of me. His head was low and he was typing something on the phone. I stepped aside as I walked towards the staff room.

It wasn’t big enough to fit everything we had, however we still managed to put our belongings in the shelves that are hanging by thread. So, most of the time anything heavy would be on the floor like R’s bag filled with his clothes and other stuff. I would keep my handbag in a shelf that was hidden by the daylight, before that I would take out my phone or my purse and keep them in my pockets.

I would go back to the cash register and saw how Shanya is rustling through the remaining cash. Mrs. Almeida came up and she was pissed off. Still Shanya was swimming through the cash and counted every big note she grabbed. Then Mrs. Almeida cleared her throat and Shanya looked at us. Her stupid smirk came up yet the fear in her eyes glistened. The cash crumbled into her fist and walked past through both of us. Mrs. Almeida tried to hit her back although she missed. Then Mrs. Almeida looked at me with rage in her eyes and I immediately looked away. Not that I was scared, but I just knew I would be next to suffer Shanya’s consequences.

“Where’s Shanya?” Mr. Almeida shouted.

“Went away with all of the money we had,” Mrs. Almeida shouted him back which made my ears ring.

“What?” Mr. Almeida shouted again. Everybody could hear his guilt.

Mrs. Almeida looked around and went inside. Their voices became distorted as they continued to shout at each other. No one’s actually surprised about it – All of us knew it would happen at some point. Either because of Shanya or one of us. If it didn’t happen, R would say it’s going to rain tonight. Sometimes it happens, sometimes it won’t.

I checked the cash register and I noticed how she had taken most of the 5000 rupee notes and a couple of 1000 rupee notes. Although I wasn’t angry at her for taking the change her father had put inside. I was kind of upset how she has messed up the combination I had arranged in this register. I replaced the notes in an ascending order and kept the bigger notes under the coin section.

Right then my phone rings and without a look, I answered the phone.

“Hello!” It was my amma.

“Hello.” I said.

“Are you at work?” amma asked.

“Yes, I am,” I tried not to sound irritated. “What’s the matter?”

“Oh, are you free this weekend?” Amma answered me with a question.

“Not really.” I answered her. “Why?”

“Ah, I just wondered if you could come and meet this nice boy, I found for you.”

“Okay, why don’t go on a date with him?”

“Chi, are you mad?” Amma got irritated with my question. “You are the one who’s single, not me!”

“Well, I am a bachelor and you are a kind of a widow. Sounds right to me.”

“Oh please! I am too old for that. You are the one who should get married.”

“I don’t wanna get married, amma- “

I turned around to see R, who was standing two feet away from me. He immediately looked away and walked inside to the kitchen. R never acted like this before – it all started when Mr. Almeida made a weird joke about setting me up with him if I won’t find a decent guy to marry. At that time, I honestly didn’t want to talk back to him. Because I know for sure that they would just use that to crucify my destiny of becoming a crazy spinster.

Sometimes I wondered about it – I thought myself being lonely in my old age. It would probably feel the same way as I am feeling right now. It might feel wonderful and have some peace since I won’t have that much baggage around me. But I remembered the old folks who’d come here alone. The way they move or they eat became some kind of a mirror to look into my possible future.

“Oh, getting old and being alone is one hell of a curse.”

The way Mrs. Almeida’s sighs and complains made my heart shiver.

Will my loneliness become the price for my independence?

* * *

That one thought managed to spoil my whole day. I was dragging my feet and my chin was low the whole time. The only time I raised my head was to look at the clock. At some point R asked me If I was tired. I just smiled at him and held my words. I despised everything that was around me – the guests, the food and especially the time. I couldn’t even remember if I had any lunch.

To make everything worse, I got late to the bus and had to wait for at least 45 minutes. To pass the time, I kept thinking about how I would get a chance to sit. Unfortunately, I had to stand with others who were squeezed into the bus and slide through the people to get out at my stop.

Finally I have a fresh breath of air and I checked the time. It was 8pm. The heaviness was still in me and I couldn’t wait till I see my bed. The landlord was near her balcony and I saw her. She looked suspicious at first, but then she smiled at me. I tried my best to give her smile.

When I went inside, my bed was still in the same way as I left. My towel was on it and I thought I had put it in the cloth rack to dry. I just fell on my bed and now I didn’t want to move. I know for sure my amma would yell at me for doing this. But I was alone and I can just sleep right now.

Although the silence that came within killed me. Do people pity me for being lonely? Will they despise me when I grow old?

All I can say is that, half of those people are miserable because of their marriage life. They just hate anyone who’s free – they may think we stole it from them. Even when I think about the people who suffer because of their own children or their own spouse, I pray not to have a life like them.

Who needs company when you can enjoy yourself?

Oshini Gunasekara, First & Last (Coming soon)

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r-is-typing · 2 years

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my hero | s.h

summary: in which steve saves the day

requested?: yes! requested by anon (or grape, in this case haha)

request: okay bit of a horror-inspired idea for steeb harrington because why not, so here goes: steve receives a call at 2 am after a grueling shift at family video (because surprisingly, someone actually tried to rob the place and he & robin had to spend the entire day cleaning/checking inventory) so he's less than enthused about receiving a call. he lets the first call go to voicemail but on the 2nd call he just answers. the moment he does though, he fucking blanches because he realizes its you and you sound terrified and shaking and oh my god- why do you sound so scared? dun dun dun! and there's where it ends, its up to you to decide as to why reader is terrified :> go crazy with this one <3 hope ure having a nice day homie - 🍇

pairing: steve harrington x reader

category: bit of angst in beginning, fluff towards end

content warnings: mentions of crime, swearing

word count: 1.1k

Today was rough.

Usually working at Family Video was a breeze as long as you didn’t count the people in their 70s to 80s trying to hear what Robin or Steve had to say, or having to call people daily because they didn’t know how to return their rentals.

Today was one of the worst days Steve could remember working at Family Video. Someone had come in around 9pm, attempting to rob the place, taking whatever tapes he could, but luckily, one of the members of the Hawkins Police were arriving to rent a video and could stop the thief.

But, that just made Robin and Steve’s job harder. The guy had carelessly dragged his hand on each shelf knocking the tapes to the ground, so after he was caught and taken into police custody, it was the two teens jobs to clean up the store, putting everything back in perfect order.

Steve ended up not getting home till almost midnight as he had to drop Robin off at home after cleaning up. So, this delayed him in getting to sleep. Which, if you knew anything about Steve Harrington, if he didn’t get a good amount of sleep for any reason, he’d let you know.

So, when 2am rolled around and his home phone began to ring and he woke up, he was upset, choosing to ignore it and rolling back over in his bed and getting comfortable once more. Immediately after hanging up, the phone rang again. “Jesus Christ..” Steve picked up the phone, putting it to his ear as he felt anger run through his body, along with the added lack of sleep.

“Listen, I don’t know who you are, but it is two in the damn morning. I had a rough day at work so I’d appreciate if you stop calling. I don’t know what you want but-”

“Stevie, please help-”

A broken, sob of a whisper alerted him as he recognized your voice. “Baby? Y/N? What’s going on?” Shaky breaths were heard on the other end of the line, but no response came. “Baby. Talk to me.”

“There’s someone here, Steve. Someone in the house..”

Steve had never moved so fast, he held the phone to one ear, shoving his legs through his pantlegs of a random pair of sweatpants strewn on his floor. “Okay, baby. Just stay where you are. I’ll be right there. Do not move, whatever you do. I’m on my way.” He made sure she was okay enough for the drive before running down the stairs and out to his car.

Steve backed up quickly, turning his wheel and speeding to Y/N’s house. As he pulled up to the house, he sees her light on, and he notices her parents weren’t there and a random car parked across the street that he’d never seen before.

He grabbed his bat from the backseat and ran sneakily towards the house, seeing the door left slightly ajar. Steve’s heart raced, swinging his bat at the person who stood in his girlfriend's house, the person wearing a black ski mask over their face, a gun in hand. They doubled over in pain, groaning loudly, the gun flying across the room.

Before Steve left, he had made sure to call the police, alerting them of the situation so when Steve arrived, the police wouldn’t be too far behind. The police rushed in, lifting the guy off of the ground, leaving the backpack filled with stolen valuables on the ground while they cuffed him. Steve ran upstairs, opening Y/N’s bedroom door.

“Baby? It’s just me. You can come out now.”

Slowly, her closet door slid open and Y/N collapsed into his arms, sobbing loudly. “You came, you really came.” She sobbed against his neck, his hands feeling cold on her waist. “‘Course I did, baby. Had to come rescue my girl, didn’t I?” Y/N nods against his neck, the skin soaked with her tears, some sliding down his neck and down his chest.

“Alright, c’mon, sweet girl. I’ll take you to my place, alright? My parents aren’t home, so it’ll just be us. I’ll take care of you. Promise.”

Steve wraps his arms around her, leading him to his car and helping her get in safely. He rushed around to the driver's side, hopping in and taking off without a second thought. Y/N’s hand reached up, grabbing Steve’s right hand off of the steering wheel and placing it on her thigh, which Steve knew was a huge stress relief for her, especially when she let out a sigh of relief as if she’d been holding her breath for hours on end.

“C’mon, baby. Let’s go inside.”

Steve helped her into the house and up into his bedroom. He began leading her to the bathroom which caused for some confusion, but Y/N let him lead her anyway, knowing Steve knew exactly what he was doing.

“Here, I’m gonna run you a bath and make you some tea. Sound good?”

Y/N nodded, sitting on the lid of the toilet seat as Steve helped undress her. “My gorgeous girl. The prettiest girl in Hawkins.” She giggled softly as Steve kissed her neck sweetly. His hands placed themselves on her waist, one removing itself to grab onto her hand and help her step into the warm bubble bath.

“I’ll be right back with your tea, baby.”

She grabbed his wrist. “Will you join me, Stevie, please?” Y/N pouted.

“Sure, princess, I’ll join you.”

Y/N smiled softly, nodding her head as she hugged her legs close to her, resting her chin on her knees. She closed her eyes for a moment, waiting for the sounds of Steve entering the room to appear in her surroundings.

“Alright, I’ve got a warm cup of tea for m’lady, and one for me, as well as some crackers.”

Y/N’s eyes opened as she looked at Steve who set the tray of assortments on the lid of the toilet. Steve undressed and got into the bath behind her, handing her the teacup which he warned was hot before placing it in her hands.

Y/N leaned her back against Steve’s chest, sinking lower into the bath, and took a sip of her tea, the temperature of the liquid making her tongue tingle as it burned. “Delicious, thank you, handsome.” She mumbled, setting it back down onto the tray.

The two sat their for a while, basking in the sound of silence before Y/N finally spoke.

“Thank you for saving me today, Stevie. You’re m’hero.” She mumbled, her face buried in his neck, sleep starting to take over her as she was comfortable where she was. Steve smiled, kissing her head. “I’ll always protect you, sweetheart. I’ll spend the rest of my life making you feel safe, I promise.”

“And you’ll always be my hero, Stevie?”

“Without a doubt in my mind.”

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whentherewerebicycles · 1 year

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tuckered out from our walk—only a little over an hour today but it was 83 degrees out and these texas dogs have already forgotten their old life (not being able to walk till after 9pm because the sun was actively trying to kill us). today was a pretty lazy day but I feel fine about that! I got some chores done, called my mom and a college friend, made a delicious dinner using only things I already had in the fridge, and wrote for several hours. also my life of total leisure is about to draw gently to a close, so I am okay with taking this last week real easy. tomorrow is the first day of my VERY LAST WEEK OF WORK!!!!!!!!!!!! and I truly could not be more ecstatic. think I might go to sleep pretty early tonight (like, 9pm maybe). I’ve been surgically attached to my phone all day so might also try to leave it in a different room so I can read a novel before bed.

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cody-apexart · 1 year

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Day 21

I've been thinking a lot about the sidewalks and roads while i've been here. like the cross walks often are not formalized with crossing signals, motorbikes cut up onto the sidewalks to avoid traffic, people continue to drive through intersections for a couple seconds after the lights tell them to stop, etc. i works though. without protection and separation built into the roadways, drivers and pedestrians are forced to pay more attention which is ultimately gonna lead to increased safety.

the sidewalks are usually narrow, they often disappear abruptly, and get blocked off by randomly by signs, carts, tables, parked motorbikes, or utilities. tbh i thought i had a lot more sidewalk pics but i guess not...here is an example of a sidewalk i saw today getting kinda cutting off as the road turns and a sign bisects the pedestrian area.

burlesque dance class was way rougher than jazz. this class was bigger, and they new more of their routine for the recital already. i sucked significantly more, but at least im a little less tired the past couple days.

tonight i went to another opening (no regrets) and then went to a lil potluck to hangout with some folks i met through the propaganda poster collection manager. i bought weed off a freelance art handler. deff entered a zone that would probably be deemed too familiar for the bounds of this fellowship.

i cant stop thinking about quitting my job when i get home. like i cant quit i need money and health insurance, but when im back in qns think i will actively begin looking for a way out.

anyway I gotta wake up at 5am to go to this jungle clean up thing. apex just sent the the schedule and complete 'things to bring list' till 9pm tonight, so that is annoying but i guess i'm used to it at this point.

#Cody Herrmann #Outbound to Ho Chi Minh City

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monstersfear · 2 years

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slay anything // crow & emilio

TIMING: current PARTIES: @corvidaecrow & @monstersfear SUMMARY: crow follows a rumor to someone who may know a thing or two about demons. emilio is tired. CONTENT: vague implications of domestic abuse

Crow had been patching up a roof when he heard rumors about a private investigator who solved weird cases. Or tried to. No one in the group seemed overly fond of the fellow and there were whispers that he attracted demons. Crow hadn’t been particularly interested till he heard that part. If this man had had to deal with demons he might be what the young man needed. If he could tell him how to kill Sigas then that’d be a big burden off his back. He decided to go visit this man after work that day.

Unfortunately work didn’t let off till the sun was gone from the sky. Crow almost didn’t go, thinking the place would be closed at 9pm but whatever he was here now, might as well knock. He knocked hard enough on the door to be heard but not loud enough to be rude, just in case the people next door got curious. Really the less eyes he had on him the better. “Are you Emilio?” He asked as soon as the door opened.

It wasn’t rare for clients to come by after dark. Even without taking White Crest’s less human population into consideration, there were always going to be people whose jobs kept them out long after the sun left the sky, people whose lives didn’t operate on a regular schedule. More often than not, late-night knocking on the door was accompanied by that familiar feeling of the hair on the back of his neck standing on end, a sure sign that whoever was waiting on the other end of it was undead. This time, Emilio’s senses were silent. He told himself this was a good thing.

Moving to the door, the hunter yanked it open and squinted his eyes suspiciously at the kid who stood there. Definitely not undead; not visibly inhuman in any way. He didn’t look like Frankie had, stitched together with borrowed parts, though it was hard to tell if this completely eliminated the possibility that he was a part of the cult that had been giving Teddy shit. Emilio studied him with a critical eye, looking him up and down. “Who’s asking?”

“Crow. You can deal with demons?” Crow was never one to beat around the bush. He preferred to get things done as fast as possible. Even if he did sound a little blunt. “Need help with one.” Crow was still covered in the dirt from work and would probably stay that way till he had enough time to get water to clean off properly. He shuffled past the other into his apartment and took it in. He wasn’t impressed but the other was doing better than he was, he guessed. He at least had a roof.

Crow shuffled around in his pockets and pulled out the cash from today's work, “I can pay.” There wasn’t a lot and Crow had planned to use it for a new shirt, his was getting a little worn down but getting Sigas off his back permanently was more important in his mind.

Emilio always preferred it when people were upfront, especially clients. But… The kid’s question sent a chill down his sprint, and he stepped aside in a daze as he came into the dingy apartment. The kid was probably younger than Ari. Certainly too young to be dealing with fucking demons. Emilio thought of Teddy, sixteen and desperate, making a deal with the damn Leviathan in a desperate attempt at some form of security. Christ.

“No. Keep your fucking money. The hell are you getting involved with demons for, kid?” He grit his teeth, nostrils flaring in frustration. He should say no. He really should. He didn’t need another demon in his life, wasn’t even sure he was going to survive the ones he’d been having run-ins with already. But… fuck. It was a kid. It was a fucking kid, and how could Emilio turn that away? It was Silas all over again, begging for his help with Andreas. Sighing, Emilio pinched the bridge of his nose. “Tell me everything you know.”

Crow kept his face neutral, really if the other said no he’d be fine with it. This was a long shot in the first place, so when the other man asked him for information Crow had to pause for a moment. He shoved his cash back into his pockets and pulled his jacket off. “I was six. Parents made me.” He tossed it onto the couch and now the tattoos on his arms were in full view. He pointed at the feathers, “Its name is Sigas. Likes Crows. Has a crow skull for a head. Promises immortality. Likes fire too.”

Crow then turned around to pull his shirt far enough up his back to show off the mark between his shoulder blades, “This is its sigil.” The sigil itself was a circle of small symbols, in the center of the circle was a four winged crow that looked like it was in flight. The crow's head was replaced with black flames. It had four legs; two were holding a spear, the other two were holding a crow’s skull. Its tail was spread with two chains dangling from it. Crow let the other get a good look before lowering his shirt again. “Says it's going to rule. Wants an army. And A Body.”

Jesus. Six years old, and his parents had decided to give up his life. It was hard not to think of Jaime, who’d died at six, who Emilio would have given anything to save. He clenched his fists at his side, fingernails digging into his palms with enough force that he knew there’d be marks there later, and he listened as the kid went on. Sigas wasn’t a demon he’d heard of before, and he tried to decide whether this was a good thing or a bad one. Emilio wasn’t familiar with demons on purpose; they just kept on showing up. The addition to the spiel, the fact that this Sigas was apparently a big fan of fire, was a thing that could cause problems later on, too. Emilio had struggled with it since the chimera in the cave, and it had gotten worse since the warehouse fire. Taking on something like that meant risking the flashbacks he’d been warring with lately.

But at the same time… There was no way he could say no. Not when there was a kid involved. A kid who’d gotten no fucking say in the matter, a kid whose parents had chosen this shit for him long before he’d been old enough to argue. “Let me guess,” he sighed, worrying his lip between his teeth, “the body he’s planning on using is yours?” Like Hekakleidi all over again, right down to some kid knocking on his door. This time, at least, the kid wasn’t already possessed. “Okay. So your parents, then, they’re… Followers of Sigas? There a lot of those? Just in White Crest, or all over?”

Crow shook his head a little, “No. Just my heart. I’ll be dead.” That was one of the reasons he fought to escape. The cult had been out to kill him that night knowing full well they didn’t need him alive. As long as the heart made it back intact, Sigas didn’t care what happened to the flesh around it. “Yes. A whole town in Damariscotta. Few hours from here. Don’t know about White Crest.” He hadn’t heard of any other factions then again his sect believed themselves to be the righteous chosen anyway. They probably didn’t care if there were others out there because they were the ones who gave Sigas what it wanted. A battery. A spellcaster strong enough to grow its powers over the years so it could create its own body, one that would let it live in the human realm no problem but keep its beautiful visage.

“Can you help?” Crow didn’t have any other leads in town so he was hoping Emilio had a way to deal with demons. The only thing the cult kept saying about Sigas was how powerful it was and how it would bring about righteous glory and just a lot of bullshit he didn’t believe anymore. So his knowledge on demons was about as much as anyone else’s really.

Just his heart. It was almost worse, in a way. At least in the case of possession, some part of the person still existed, even if only in a physical sense. But this? This was something uniquely fucked up. “Well, if there are any in White Crest, they haven’t popped up on my radar yet, either. Doesn’t mean they’re not here, but it probably means they’re not too active.” Which was a good thing. Emilio had had just about enough cult bullshit to last him a fucking lifetime in this town, and he wasn’t even finished dealing with the last one yet. He wasn’t looking to add another homegrown cult to the mix just yet.

The question was a loaded one, and Emilio swallowed. Inevitably, he thought of Silas. This was a lot different than that had been. Silas didn’t seek Emilio out specifically when he’d needed help getting away from Andreas’s cult. Emilio was just… there. He couldn’t decide if that was better or worse, but… He knew he couldn’t say no. He never could when it came to a kid knocking on his damn door asking for his help. “I don’t know how much help I’ll be,” he admitted, “but I’ll damn sure try. These people, do they know you’re in White Crest? They gonna come looking? Gonna need to make sure you’re safe, first thing.”

“Could be scouting.” He had seen a few crows flying about and Sigas could have been hiding among any of the flocks. Crow wasn’t sure if the demon would send other people to track him given that he slaughtered most of the people who tried to stop him already. But the cult wasn’t the quiet sort. They took in anyone who visited the village, granted if you wanted to leave they either made you disappear or just outright forced you to stay. He was sure if that was happening in White Crest the other would have heard about it.

“They might. Been a year. Haven’t seen any.” Didn’t mean they weren’t looking. It was part of the reason he stayed out of town during the day if he could help it. Was harder to notice his tattoos in the dark, which made it harder to distinguish him from other people. “Am being careful.” He felt the need to say it given how many times he had to tell Rhett the same thing. He liked the old man and the fact the old man cared. It was a strange feeling but not a bad one.

“Could be,” Emilio agreed. If they so much as suspected the kid was here, they were bound to come after him. Cults didn’t typically enjoy letting people go. Emilio had seen that plainly enough with Silas, experienced it himself with Hekakleidi. He was pretty sure he was tied up in it now with the damn garbage cult, too, even if they’d slipped into the background for the time being. “Anything I should look out for, far as scouts are concerned?”

Nodding, Emilio pushed a hand through his hair. A year. That meant the kid knew how to keep off the radar, though Emilio knew it didn’t mean the cult had given up. “I’m sure you can take care of yourself,” he said, though he wasn’t sure he believed it because the kid was a damn kid and Emilio felt nervous just thinking about him out on his own. “But that doesn’t mean you have to. You don’t know me, so I’m not asking you to trust me. But… I’m telling you you can come here, if you run into trouble. Any of the people in this office, they’ll help you with whatever you need. Okay?”

“Crows. Symbols and the birds.” The cult was obnoxious that way. Crows and flames it was always Crows and flames, if he could think of another name to call himself he would, but his brain wasn’t really geared towards that. So for now Crow would have to stick. “The sigil too.” That would also be plastered on their jackets, like some biker gang. “Crows harder to spot. Have to look at heads. Look for skull. Black flames.”

“Woods are safe. For me. And you.” Crow felt better in there, it was hard to find him when he was up in his shelter. Most people didn’t spend a lot of time looking up, plus all the ‘bears’ in the woods would surely pick off any cultists that were just fumbling through the trees. Plus he didn’t have to put anyone helping him at risk, which was better in the long run. They couldn’t help him if they were dead.

“Crows and the sigil. I’ll keep an eye out.” It was one situation where the rampant paranoia that plagued Emilio might actually do someone some kind of good. He could keep an eye out for crows and for the sigil that the kid had described, and he could at least make sure the kid had a head start if the cult turned up here. It might make him feel like he was making some kind of a difference. He needed that, sometimes. It was why he kept Axis going, even when everything else felt like it was going to shit.

Sighing, Emilio nodded. He’d expected as much in terms of an answer here, though he wanted to argue that the only person he really ought to be worrying about was himself. Emilio would be in danger either way, because he always was. Because he sought it out, because he wanted it. Because he deserved it, maybe. But arguing with the kid wouldn’t get him anywhere, and he knew it. “All right,” he agreed. “You stay in the woods. But you remember what I said, okay? This apartment, it’s a safe place. If you need somewhere to lay low or you need someone to protect you, you come here.” He wondered, belatedly, if this was the same kid in the woods Rhett had been talking about or if the forests of White Crest were just filled with lost kids with no place else to go. He couldn’t decide which answer was worse. “How about food? Water? Clothes? If I find shit like that for you, where can I leave it?”

Crow nodded when the older man repeated the important bits of information back to him. He paused at the next question. The less people that knew about his home the better, less chance of someone following them or finding out accidentally through loose lips. “Rhett. Old guy. Big beard. Long hair. Weird smell. He can bring it.” Rhett he trusted more than anyone else, well almost more than anyone else. Correy was another with a high level of his trust but something about him made Jonas think it was better Rhett interacted with Emilio. Rhett and Emilio seemed to give off the same air though they had very different smells and attitudes. Crow wasn’t used to being exposed to so many new things even after a year of living in the woods.

Cult members all smelled the same, he wasn’t sure why the elders had demanded everyone use the same soap and shampoo, he didn’t think Sigas was that much a stickler, still everyone obeyed. Though he didn’t remember his mother got away with smelling a little like cinnamon, she was afforded breaks in the rules given that she sired Sigas’ conduit. “Would like clothes.” He spent most of his money on food and clothes that had to be saved up for. The shirt he was wearing now already had holes forming at the bottom. He shouldn’t have bought that guitar but it gave him something to do at camp. He didn’t want to be on his phone too much to save on having to find a cafe to charge it.

His suspicions regarding just how many kids might be living in White Crest’s woods were confirmed with Rhett’s name, and it brought some relief with it. There were very few people Emilio trusted more than Rhett; if he was taking care of the kid, it probably meant the kid would be all right. “I know him. Rhett’s my brother,” he offered, hoping it’d go a little ways to build some trust. It was clear that the kid was a little squirrely, and it’d be easier to help him if he didn’t have to wonder if he was going to take off at the first sign of trouble. “You go into the bathroom, you’ll find his clothes all over the floor. Guy’s got no idea how to clean up after himself.” He let a playful lilt carry the words, trying to get the kid to loosen up just a little.

He nodded, looking the kid over again. His clothes were pretty ratty, undoubtedly a side effect of living in the woods. “I’ve got some that might fit you,” he said, voice coming out a little softer than he’d meant for it to. Silas’s things were still piled in the corner. Some of it might be a little big on the kid — Silas had been tall, after all — but Emilio didn’t think it’d fall off or anything. “Stay here a second.” He disappeared behind the wall that separated the ‘office’ portion of Axis from the rest of the apartment, shuffling through the box of Silas’s shit until he found a few items of clothing that didn’t hurt to give away. He brought them back, holding them out with a nod. “That should do you okay for now. I’ll have Rhett bring you more later.”

Crow tilted his head at the admission. They didn’t look all that alike to be siblings then again Rhett had that beard covering his face, they could very well share similar features that were just hidden under the bush on the other man’s face. Crow didn’t seem to pick up on the joke, still staring blankly at the older man. “Tell him to clean.” Leaving a mess was one way to accidentally get hurt if something happened in the bathroom. Though Crow wasn’t sure what dangers would come from the bathroom, still was better to have a clean floor to fight on. Clothes could get wrapped around your feet otherwise.

Crow offered a nod and stood waiting for the clothes. The tone in the other man’s voice wasn’t hard to miss. These clothes meant something to him. Normally Crow wouldn’t care and would take the clothes without any issue but this guy was Rhett’s brother. He’d make sure to keep the clothes in a separate pile and treat them better than the rest. Crow himself wasn’t all that short standing at 6’1” the boy was rather tall. The growing pains had been bothersome to train with, but everyone seemed excited to watch him get so big. He looked at Emilio noticing the other was shorter than he was as he took the clothes. Rhett had said not to say thank you so Crow awkwardly mumbled out an, “Okay.” He hadn’t brought his bag with him, so he draped them over one arm to keep his hands free.

There was a childlike confusion behind the kid’s eyes, and Emilio started to explain the familial situation between himself and Rhett before thinking better of it. If the kid had been raised in a cult, things like surrogate siblings might be a little too much to hit him with all at once. “Trust me, kid, I’ve tried. Telling Rhett to do something never works out the way you want it to.” Maybe the kid knew the warden well enough to understand the truth behind that, or maybe he didn’t. Either way, Emilio hoped it might help him relax just a little bit more.

Though not quite as tall as Silas had been, the kid had enough height to ensure that the clothing Emilio offered wouldn’t swallow him completely. He took the clothes without argument, and Emilio’s arms felt heavier, somehow, with the absence of them. He tried not to ache too badly with it, tried to remind himself that Silas probably would have wanted it this way, anyways. Emilio could practically hear the zombie’s voice in his head now — It’s not like I’m wearin’ ‘em anymore, Bean. Might as well give ‘em to somebody who can actually use ‘em, right? He nodded, unsurprised but relieved that the kid seemed to know the ‘no thank yous’ rule. Rhett probably would have taught him first thing. “Okay,” he repeated. “Do you, uh… You got a name? Something I can call you?”

“Will tell him. See what happens.” The Cult had made family dynamics very clear. There were your blood relatives then there were friends. Calling someone you were close to, but weren’t related to, brother would earn you strange looks from those around you. It was important to keep everything detailed so they knew which people in the cult weren’t related, that way when you were paired off you didn’t end up with someone you shared blood with on accident. It also let them see which bloodline produced the strongest offspring. Those who did well to bear smart and strong children were rewarded with special privileges in the cult. His family bloodline was elevated to the top of the clan from the bottom once Crow had been chosen as the conduit. They were rewarded with the best food and living spaces.

“...Crow.” Crow was beginning to wish he had been named something else. Crows were too tightly linked with Sigas. It was annoying.

Snorting, Emilio shrugged. “Shit, if he listens to you, I’ll give you a job here. Professional Rhett handler.” He was only half joking. Having someone around who Rhett might actually listen to wasn’t the worst idea; it was, he suspected, something Rhett would probably like to have for Emilio, too. Neither hunter was particularly good at doing what they were told. Emilio had never been sure if that was a thing that applied to all hunters in general, or if the two of them had invented their own brand of stubbornness to be shared between them.

“Crow,” he repeated with a firm nod. “All right, Crow. Good to meet you.”

#corvidaecrow #crow: slay anything

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entangledmuses · 2 years

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//Hey beans. Sorry not been on till now (9pm here) Been one of those days where I had sooo much to do. Going to try and work on drafts, and post something from my Queue, cause its pushing 100 (there are a lot of pics in there, not just replies)

But I did have a cute little Crochet Eddie and Chrissy arrive through the post today (Under the cut)

#words of mun

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lemonmoonlimestar · 2 years

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Amazing. I was slowly getting back into a good mood despite it all, light at the end of the tunnel, but bullshit w my meds is going to be the end of me.

still no Concerta, thought id get the prescription redelivered today because I'd be home all day and made sure I left the gate open. Didn't leave the house except for 5 min across the street to get some diet Dr pepper. Had the tracking texts on. Checked mail box and app all day long.

Now i just checked the mailbox and my tracking again at 9pm. They didn't even attempt to deliver today 🤪🤪 and the redelivery request expired ??

And now I'm also out of klonopin.

supposedly, if the redelivery request has truly expired, hopefully that means the mail carrier won't have it and I can just go in to the post office before work tomorrow grab the prescriptions and fill them. Otherwise the carrier will try to and won't be able to deliver again cuz i wont be home (theyve def just delivered it anyway in the past 🤪) and I'm gonna have to have to wait till like Saturday to be home all day again for me to be able to accept it.

And since i need to get this all done tomorrow morning and the post office doesn't open till 8am I'm gonna be mad late for work. Thank gd for my boss who will have no problem w me being late lol. when she retires I'm gonna kms.

Hopefully I'm at least late for work with prescriptions in tow.

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kpophubb · 2 years

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Hi baby 💕 ✉️ 🌝

Ahhh those Sunghoon gifs you reposted 🔥

I hope you had / are having an amazing day ! I kinda love your routine rn :) exercises are def good for the health I hope you are eating good and balanced meals ? Plus water ? ( ah I’m struggling heavily with all of those 😅🙈)

I can be literally so silly sometimes, I was checking your blog yesterday and I saw your reply and “I guess I replied in my head” till now , it’s literally next day 9pm here I was checking your blog literally 10 times looking for your message for me💀 but I think lmao just now I remembered I didn’t write anything 😭 I was waiting and checking your blog between the breaks and ah all my fault 🤦🏻‍♀️🤧😅🥲🥲

I happy for you again *^^^ uwu^^^ studying abroad is always an interesting experience & I hope everything goes smoothly and really happily :) medicine is hard tho too! I think even harder than law school 🏫.. I hope you still have time for your blog 😭🤧

Pat* pat* thanks for sweet messages 💕❤️💖 you are so adorable and I’m so happy I got a new friend:)

Also I got new medicine, my sickness (?) ah is kinda progressing .. I hope it’s not covid😭 that’s why I’m so slow on replies , I liter. would love to chat with u 27/4 and I am usually like this 😭🤧

Todays song recommendation that I can’t get enough is aespa— illusion , do you listen to GG? Maybe you have a bias in aespa? Also is your skz bias Felix ?:)

Thank you for 🍊 SUNOO 😽🥰🥰🥰🥰

Hugs and kisses baby , remember you are the best❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Also what do you think about my ideas for fic ? :) any you could work on ?🙈🙈😅😅🥰🥲

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and about finding my asks ah you don’t have to go through so much trouble! Just go to “about my blog” portion in my pinned post and when you scroll down there’s a whole organised section for asks. “Anon list” over there click your emoji and tada! All your replies will show up🥰 I just opened my eyes from my sleep and I had such a romantic dream about taehyun ( from txt) 😳 my cheeks are blazing 😳👉🏻👈🏻 it’s always him I see romantic dreams about, today’s the second time! *gets shy and blushes uwu*🙈 he looked SO good AND SO MUCH TALLER THAN ME I could’ve passed out..*heavy breathing* 😮‍💨 and yeah ikr? Medicine is harder than law..and it takes up almost 24 hours of your time bc there’s so much study material and things to cover..I’m not sure if I can keep up w my writing speed and post fanfics as frequently, but I’m never leaving tumblr. 🫶🏻 I’ll always reblog gifs and answer asks and interact with the people here cause this is my safe haven.🥺🫶🏻💓 and I DID check out your fic ideas! I liked all of them tbh they are so cute T.T I wanna do a y/n’s best friend who is jealous over hyunnie and all, who also has feelings for y/n like you mentioned. But I can’t decide if it’s gonna be soobinie or sunoo! I feel like soobin would make a better appearance here since soobin and hyunjin are the same age? Better rivalry🤣 and more interesting love triangle haha. But ofc it’s upto you and who you want!! And naaaaahhh!! I hope it’s not covid :(( don’t worry it isn’t! Bc of rapid weather changes so many people around me (and even I did) face cold, fever, throat ache symptoms. I wish you a speedy recovery <3 I’m also glad I found a new friend T.T you’re so <333 I heard the last song by boa I think? It was pretty cool🤩 actually I’ve never heard songs from girl kpop bands before. I’m into the boyband culture so deeply haha. I only know itzy and heard one of their songs bc I literally simp for yeji!!😍 hugs and kisses back at you 😚 and I will leave this song review in our next ask <3 YEP felix is my skz bias WITHOUT A DOUBT 🌤💛 but my loyalty usually swerves between minho and seungminnie!😆

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Saturday 25 June 1836

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no kiss fine morning - windy - F55 ½° at 8 ¼ am Looking over journal to see for some notice of the 2 oil paintings (game) being sent to be framed - breakfast at 9 in ¾ hour - then till 10 40 looking over journal again (still in vain) with A- p. for p. - Washington came for 5 minutes at 10 40 and gave A- estimate of mason-work and carpenters ditto at Beestonely barn - had been over - the barn will not darken Bottomley’s new building - cannot well be put in any other place than the one proposed - W- gave me his valuation of tenant-right at Joseph Hall’s farm - £14.13.0. - wrote the above of today till 10 50 - took A- out with me at 11 - to the cascade bridge and Little field cistern, and ordered her luncheon at 12 ½, and sat with her till 1 ½, and she then let the ponies go before and walked with me to Mytholm on her way to Cliff hill and to Ann Lee’s - A- very low and would not let me leave her - Began mowing this morning - 5 men had downed the paddock and done perhaps near a D.W. of the Mytholm Ing when I looked over the bridge at them at 1 ¾ - retuned by the Lower brea lane walk and came in at 2 35 - had Robert and Joseph Mann, and settled with them and entered in Joseph’s book the accounts of today - then sat in the north dining room settling my own books till near 4 when Mr. Horner came and soon after A- returned and took her first sketching Lesson with the Camera Lucida - then had poor George in - who said he would do whatever I liked and behaved very well - I said I would do what I could to get him a place - this the wrong time a year for London - should have a winter there - he had offered me very much last night - I would say nothing about taking in back in 6 months - but if he did well, I would keep him in mind, and if I could not get him a place, I would take care he should not be thrown on the pavé - he said he would stay 12 months in the place I might get him, if I would promise to take him at the end of that time - ‘now’, said I, you getting wrong again - ‘I will make no promises you must trust to what I will do - I have said enough - I have said that I will keep you in mind, and will not let you be thrown upon the pavé, out of bread’ - with words to this effect, and much good advice - for poor fellow! he knew not hot to get away - I told him to cheer up, and do the best he could, and turn what had happened to be as it might, and, I had no doubt would, be, the best thing that ever happened to him - said he must sacrifice wages - give all he got, if necessary to the butler under whom was placed, in order to be taken [pairs?] with - Mr. Horner and A- came in about 5, sent in from their sketching in front of the house - they soon left me, and sketched a little from the blue room window till the shower was over, and then they went out again - A- succeeded very well with her sketch of the front of the house - she could not have put it in such good perspective by the help of the up [colore] - writing out pencil memorandum in the north dining room till 5 ¾ - then with A- had Mr. Husband with his plan for A-‘s 4 new cottages (to be done for £200 and let at £5 each) in Hatters fold A- to consider about it - dinner at 6 ½ - coffee - Mr. Washington came and staid till 8 ½ and gave A- her navigation dividend and had coffee - A- told at Messrs. Alexanders for the money due from Mrs. Clarke for what Mr. W. Priestley paid her on account of the waste - I told him to ask for Mrs. Drake (he is to see him soon) the 2/6 a year tithe rent out of Dove house farms unpaid for several years - and gave him my clean coal plan to be filled up down to the present time with lines of water drift etc and gave him the plan of Hainsworth’s upper Place, quarry to have the last baring laid down - at 8 ½ to after 9 A- did her French - then sat talking - with my aunt (both of us) from 9 ¾ to 10 20 at which hour fair and F51° - fine day till shower about 5 pm and also about 9pm till 10 50 wrote the last 22 lines of today - rainy night for some time before I got into bed –

SH:7/ML/E/19/0066

Letter tonight from Mr. Harper York to give the following information respecting the packets (steamers) from Hull to Hamburg - 5 and 3 sail each alternate week –

1st week (July) 2nd week

The Severn on Tuesday and the transit – Tuesday

the [?] the 4th ------ Thursday and the monarch -------- Thursday

the Lee --------- Saturday and the William Darley ------- Saturday

Best cabint £4.4.0 Horses £4.4.0

Fore ditto 2.2.0 4 wheel carriages £5.5.0

Deck 1.5.0 there is also a Rotterdam packet from Hull called the Scotia every Wednesday

‘they are all very fine vessels’ – Rotterdam to Paris, by Brussels, posts 55 ½.

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