I'm a huge geek and I work at a comic store
Labhraím Béarla agus Gaeilge
Mostly focused on Sinners rn but I also like anything David Dastmalchian or the Beach Boys
you fucking larpers bro if mcu stucky wasn’t bad enough now we have ppl on COMIC STUCKY? Yall know that’s like shipping Batman and robin right? I mean damn bro
(For context I’m an Irish woman) So it came out while I was living in America and I worked at a book store. My manager was a black man from the south and we got along well, but he’d seen Sinners before me and I didn’t know it would involve Irish people. He thought it would be funny to not open the door for me because I needed to ‘invite myself in’. I didn’t know what he was on about but he was having a grand time with it. It made sense after I saw the movie but he kept making little vampire comments until I moved back
Remmick my dear boy they’ve flanderized you to hell and back.
On a real note tho, (and I say this as an x reader author) a lot of you people need to chill. Like I fr get the “ooh sexy vampire” thing but reducing a character with such a sensitive background (scrubbing away all details of his ethnicity) into some weird pervy southern white dude who’s suddenly a satanist and caricature of himself is just not it. I don’t wanna sound like a dick but as an Irish person I so rarely see actual Irish culture (not leprechauns and making fun of our dances) get mainstream, as happened with Sinners. Ted talk over
nsfw, minors dni, all that stuff, still new to fics
You and your boyfriend were laying on the couch, your head pillowed on his chest while Remmick mindlessly drummed against your back.
“Do you think we’re boring?” You asked in a low mumble, eyes fixed on the blue light of the tv. You two had been together for a few years, and had settled into a comfortable rhythm. However, after going out with your friend yesterday and hearing her talk about her new relationship, you couldn’t help but feel a little insecure that you two weren’t as excited.
“Why’d ya think that?” He replied in a grumbly tone, not even glancing at you.
“Well, I was having the craic with Kate yesterday, and she was goin’ on about her boyfriend. Your man from the concert, yeah?” You replied, idly picking at the hem of his shirt.
“You know how Kate gets on. I wouldn’t pay any mind,” Remmick assured you, clearly wanting to drop the topic.
“Next time we fuck, you should bite me.” You blurted, relaxing against him again. He grumbled something like ‘quit taking the piss’ before you looked at him with a serious expression.
“Seriously? Y/n, that’s just nonsense. You’re not into that kinda thing.” He huffed, lightly pushing at your shoulder.
“I won’t know until I try. Plus, Kate said it was loads of fun,” you nodded earnestly, propping your arms on his chest.
“Ach, well if Kate said… not that she be lyin’ or nothing…“ he replied in a joking tone, sitting up slightly to lean against the armrest. “You really want me to try that shite? ‘Cuz I will.”
You looked him in the eyes with raised brows, trying to see if he was serious or not. His sharp eyes stared back down at you with mimicked surprise, one of his hands still rested limply at the small of your back.
“Don’t look at me that way-“ you huffed, dropping your gaze and lightly whacking his side. He let out a sort of giggle at the swat, sitting up all the way and causing you to be jostled.
“Hope ya didn’t have plans for tonight, y/n,” he grinned at you, flashing those adorable sharp teeth you loved. You’d be lying if you said you had never thought of how they would feel buried in your neck. Sure, he usually mouthed at your neck and jaw a bit when you two made love, but he was usually too busy moaning and whining to do anything with his mouth. How could he, when you always felt so good around him?
“I could just eat you up, y’know…” he murmured, lightly pushing you back until the positions were reversed; your head against the armrest while he settled on his elbows over you.
“Oh, calm down, you,” you felt your face get hot, sure your cheeks were darkening.
He snickered at your bashful reply, repeating your words in a higher-pitched mockery of your voice and nuzzling his face against the crook of your neck.
“You great pest-“ you huffed at his teasing, pushing at his shoulder to try and playfully shove him off.
“Your pest,” he cooed in reply, pressing little pecks to the side of your neck and jaw. “You gonna swat me?”
“Aye, I just might,” you let your hand creep to the middle of his back to grip the fat and muscle under his shirt.
“That’ll be a grand time,” you felt him grin against you, crooked teeth pressed against your neck while he parted his jaws against it.
Oh shit, he was actually going for it. On the couch, fully clothed. He’d always been a tad bit on the impulsive side, so it wasn’t too shocking. Still, you let out a little sound of protest when you felt the points press against the delicate skin of your throat.
“Careful,” you grumbled, idly stroking the fine hairs at his nape with your free hand. He moved his mouth closer to the side of your neck, slotting one of your legs between his on the couch and pressing himself against you. It was as if he was trying to fit as much of you in his mouth as possible, tongue pressed against your tendon while he made himself comfortable.
Remmick’s jaws started to close, that adorable snaggletooth digging into your flesh. He bit you a few times in that area, periodically licking the little red indents. He started to swell against your thigh, tilting his neck again to bite the other side of your neck.
“You wanna do it harder? I don’t mind,” you replied in a teasing manner, letting the hand on his back drag down to the base of his spine. The touch seemed to spurn him, rubbing against your soft thigh while he panted against your neck. He took your offer enthusiastically, biting down on the muscle of your shoulder while his hands drifted down to grip your thigh. You twisted your head to the side to give Remmick more room, his cropped brown hair ticking your jaw and ear.
“I take it back, y/n, this’s quite nice…” he groaned against you, subtly grinding against your leg while he nuzzled into your skin. It did hurt a little, but that pain was tamped down by the overwhelming heat leeching off of him. He was clearly excited, rocking his hips against your thigh and making little mumbling noises.
“Mmmmfuck, I can’t do it, cmon-“ he suddenly pulled away, addressing you in a whiny tone and sitting up on the couch, “-let’s go to bed. Please, baby? Let’s just- bed-“ he pleaded, grabbing your arm and staring at you with those big shiny eyes you couldn’t say no to. His face was flushed red, hair sticking in odd directions from nuzzling against you. There was a wet spot forming on the lap of his sweatpants, so you knew he wasn’t planning on sleeping right away. You obliged, standing up and letting him tug you to your shared bedroom.
Thank God you’d cleared your schedule for the evening, because it was gonna be a long night.
Normally, Lion was the one to wake up before you⎯always at the ass-crack of dawn, a force of habit from Stan. He’d stay in bed and pretend like he wasn’t counting each second between your breaths. The cold in the morning always made his muscles stiff, made existing hurt for the first couple hours before the heat came. But, this was one of those rare mornings where he was sleeping in and you found yourself enjoying every second of it. It was adorable. He was adorable in the way that he drooled into his pillow. The way that his hair was tousled and sticking up in every direction. The way that his hands tightened on the wrinkled bed sheets, not wanting to part from it just yet. He looked so much more peaceful and unburdened when he was sleeping.
Slowly trailing your fingers down his back, you could feel the stiffness that had been permanently etched into the muscle. He was too fucking young to be having that kind of chronic pain. To be having arthritis. To be having to take that much painkillers just to function. To be putting on icy-hot on his body. Lingering on his lower back, you rub random patterns over the tense muscles, earning a loud exaggerated moan from him. It was the kind of moan he usually let out whenever he got in a hot shower or whenever you massaged his scalp. Biting back a snicker, you rub up and down back fully, knowing that you didn’t have to be too careful about waking him up.
“Don’t..” He grumbles, shifting to snuggle deeper into your chest. “Stop..Please..”
“I wasn’t planning too, baby.” You chuckle, pressing a gentle kiss onto his temple.
“Mm-hm, tt’s really fucking good.” He hums, slurring his words slightly.
“Shh, don’t try speaking, baby. Just go back to bed and enjoy it.” You smile, enjoying every second of his reaction.
“Ugh, I really gotta pee, though.”
“Nope. Get out of bed.” You stop, trying to usher him out of the bed.
Letting out another loud groan as you try to push him out of the bed, he fights against you, putting his dead weight on top of you. He was like a mix of an oversized teddy bear and a weighted blanket. Wrinkling your nose up at his crushed weight on top of you, he lets out another whine in your ear, dramatic and annoying. God, he was annoying when he was sleep deprived. Trying to shrug him off again, he presses sloppy wet kisses along the side of your neck, slobbering all over you like a dog. Groaning as he licks your cheek for good measure, you try to push him again, using just a hint more force than before. He needed to go, preferably in a toliet.
“But, it’s sooooo cold and you’re so warm.”
“Walter, if you pee the bed⎯” You warn, but he cuts you off.
“I’m not that incompetent. Just…sleepy." He huffs, blinking away the lingering sleep in his eyes.
“Lion, go pee and you can come back to bed with me.” You argue, nudging him again.
"Promise to scratch my back again?"
"I will." You nod, "Go pee."
Letting out a moan that sounds an awful lot like a mating whale, he drags himself out of bed, his joints popping like pop rocks as he stands up. Dragging a hand down his face, he lets out a grumble at the cold wooden floors, his lips curled down into a mix of a sleepy pout and scowl. Shamelessly eyeing the way the elastic band of his boxers hung low on his hips, you could see the dark brown hair of his happy trail, the soft pudge of his belly from eating an entire stack of pancakes on his own. God, you wanted to ride him until he broke. There was something about him in the mornings that was just so...hot. The sleep tousled mess that was his hair. The raspiness of his voice. The way that even half awake and sleep deprived, he still had enough energy for you.
“You better hurry up.” You mumble, chewing on your bottom lip.
“Why, hm?” He hums, yawning as he stretches.
“Because I’m craving breakfast.” You joke, though a part of you really wasn’t.
“What does that have to do with me..” He furrows his brows, before the slow realization clicks in his head. “Oh..”
Yes, I’m aware he is very annoying and im irritated by him too, and this is gonna sound ‘too woke’. But can we make fun of him for his actions instead of his nose shape or eyes? Especially since those are both specific ethnic features that used to be turned into caricatures for Irish people. Kind of branching from my last post too. And granted it’s mostly Sabrina carpenter fans hating on her, and she’s problematic too so idk why y’all wanna start shit. Go raibh maith agat as léamh
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