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[sevenstarsu]

So you put your name as “ebonymuse”, you used aave (incorrectly) and mostly black reaction pictures and you’re surprised that people thought you were black?? Then to top it all off you said “I’d like to think i’m accepted into the community just for my love of Michael.” I’m sorry but it only seems that you saw the support black people here give black writers and you wanted to test your luck.

[sevenstarsu]

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄

𝒮𝓅𝒶𝑔𝒽𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥. 5

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙚𝙭

-few years prior-

The sun was mostly unforgiving in the Deep South. It shone mercilessly, and it only worsened as the day progressed. It didn’t dim its light for anything or anyone, the people there just had to accept it as it was.

The only time you were allowed some grace was in the early morning, when it was only beginning to rear its head.

Carter’s eyes fluttered open to the sound of a rooster’s caw, waking her up out of a deep slumber. The first thing she felt was the breeze from the open window on her far left, specifically on her exposed chest.

The cowboy was completely naked, only a thin sheet of silk covering her lower half. The night before was hazy to her but as she gradually recollected, a small smile spread across her face- she looked to her right to see her girlfriend in the same position she fell asleep in.

Carter’s smile grew wider as she looked at her- she couldn’t help it. Her lover must have felt the blonde’s eyes looking at her because a short while later, she had opened her eyes.

She was happy to see her “You stayed.” she said, still half asleep. Their being in the same place was rare because Carter was always out with her gang. It was always a pleasant surprise when she stopped by.

The cowboy traced a finger along her lover’s face, admiring her smooth brown skin. They didn’t talk for a while; the mutual desire to sit in each other’s presence overrode any desire to speak. While the rapturous emotion from the night before had dropped from its peak, warmth remained.

“I don’t think I can get up.’ Eve joked, making Carter smile. The woman sat up, lying on the bed frame. “You think madam mad at me? I ain’t worked all day yesterday.” “She know me well enough,” Carter said.

“She’d be foolish to press you on it.” The cowboy took Eve's hand, rubbing it softly. Eve got close to her face, mere inches away from coming into contact.

“Ion need you to hurt nobody.” She pressed her lips to Carter's for a couple of seconds. The door to the room suddenly flung open, spooking the two and making Carter instinctively reach for the gun that was usually by her side.

A younger woman popped her head in to peek at what was going on, laughing at the sight. “Look at what we got over here- finally tired y'all selves out.” “Cobra!” Eve said through gritted teeth- if she wasn't so tired, the reaction would have been much more visceral.

“Ain’t no shame in love.” Cobra put her tongue on one of her snakebites, still amused. “All that hooting about what we got going on and we still not gon top you and buzzed two days ago.”

Carter’s remark changed the lady’s tone with quickness. “He good for nothing!” “That’s why the room across from us was shaking?” Carter raised her left eyebrow at the exact time Buzz came into the room half naked. He yawned as he casually stepped into their bedroom, fixing the buckle of his belt.

“Mornin’ boss.” He looked straight into the big mirror on the vanity, Eve growing more smug, looking at the cobra. “Yeah right.”

“Lucky and Red downstairs waitin’, you know how them two get.” He was always upbeat in the morning, a jarring contrast to Lucky- another member who stayed back with the others. “Where Jett at?” Carter asked about him. “He’ll find us eventually.”

He walked out, paying mostly no mind to Cobra staring daggers at him, only smirking as he pulled her out of the room along with him before she could protest.

Eve and Carter were left on their own again and they stayed exactly where they were before the cowboy kissed Eve's hand and got up to find her clothes. “You in a rush?” Eve stated. “Something like that,” Carter said while putting her pants on one leg at a time.

Eve watched her before reluctantly deciding to get dressed herself. A short while later they both stepped out of the room, crossing paths with an outlaw of another gang getting dragged by his tie into another room. The brothel part of Jolene’s was 24/7, and there was barely ever a slow day.

It was a hotspot for any man who wanted to get his dick wet, no matter how rich or poor. When they were downstairs, a beige woman with a blonde buzzcut was lackadaisically fanning herself, and another was passionately making out with some random. Lucky almost busted down the door opening it, spooking the two making out.

The irritation slipped from her face the moment she saw Carter staring at her like she had grown two heads. “The hell wrong with you?! Almost broke the damn door!” Eve scolded the cowboy. “It’s alright,” She put a hand on Eve's chest.

“My apologies, boss.” Lucky took her obsidian cowboy hat off to show respect. Carter looked at Eve. “Go wait with the others Luck.” The cowboy didn't move quickly enough.

“Lucky.” The blonde said firmly, causing the other to quietly submit to her command and close the door softly. She returned her gaze to Eve who was obviously bothered by her about to leave.

“What’s wrong?” She asked rhetorically. “Nothing, Bey.” Eve wasn’t looking at her, the only time she called her by her first name was when she was annoyed by her. Carter casually pulled her closer by the waist, so it would be a bit more difficult to ignore her.

She got real close, putting on a fake pout. “Don’t be like that baby.” She kissed the side of her face, going down into her neck. Eve involuntarily smiled, because Carter’s lips tickled her. “Stop it.” She said, wanting the exact opposite to happen.

Carter took her hand, playing with the rings on it. The shiny turquoise one on her ring finger was Carter’s favorite, as she had picked it out for her at an earlier time. “Imma make a wife outta you.” The cowboy said earnestly, with only love in her eyes. The twinkle in Eve’s eye faded a little, replaced with more sadness.

“A working girl can’t leave her life.” “I can make that a reality for you.” Carter felt like it was an excuse. “What are you so afraid of?” She tried to make Eve face her again. “I’ll protect you.”

“And what if it ain’t enough?!” She yelled, which took Carter aback. “I’m not no doll who just gon sit pretty until you done playing outlaw to pick me back up again!” Her words stung deeply, Carter’s face gradually turned red. Eve immediately regretted the words that left her mouth, but it would be of no use to take them back.

“I love you Beyonce,” Her tone softened drastically. “But, time won’t stand still for us.” Those words hit Carter worse than a bullet directly in the heart could. Her eyebrows furrowed a short while later. The initial shock morphed into anger at the chance that Eve could’ve been completely correct.

She looked away from her. “Fine.” She let go of her, heading to the door.

“Beyonce!” Eve called out, making the cowboy stop in her tracks.

A short silence occurred.

“Stand on the way you feel.” She got out and shut the door behind her.

A/n: Happy pride!!

[sevenstarsu]

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐏

𝚅𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎!𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙛!𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙙 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠, 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙚/𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧, 𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, ᶠʳᵉᵃᵏʸ ᵃˢᶠ

Halloween of 1995 was a painfully uneventful day for you. All your friends wanted to go to Halloween parties, and you were ready to tag along cheerfully, but the day before it could happen, your body graciously reminded you that you could get pregnant. Waking up to your underwear stained and cramps starting to fester in your abdomen was irritating to say the least. You would’ve ignored your menstruation and gone anyway but the pain didn’t allow you too, but that wasn’t a good enough excuse for your hell of a 9-5.

So you were stuck at 8 pm on a Tuesday in your apartment, resting from work with a tube sock full of warm rice on your abdomen watching shitty b-movies you rented. You were starting to make peace with the fact that maybe your Halloween was just mediocre this year, until your TV started glitching out.

You sat up from the slump position you were in, looking to see if the glitching would continue. The movie was jumping back and forth from different parts and getting the sound cut out for a few seconds before it came back. You rolled your eyes and got up off your couch to slap the TV a few times, but the more you did it the worse you got.

“Just work!” you shouted out in frustration and almost immediately, the television went completely black. You took your hands off the TV in confusion, hoping that maybe your demands compelled the inanimate object to listen. The wishful thinking was struck down when the VHS fell out of the VCR with the magnetic tape all over the place. There goes the only means of escapism you were interested in.

Of course, this had to happen that night when you had nowhere to go. You put your fingers on your temples and rubbed them in annoyance and realized that you could just go to bed instead of dealing with this- and that’s exactly what you did.

You walked to your room, got into bed, and pulled the covers over your head hoping that tomorrow would be a better day for you. The pain wasn’t as bad as the day before so you could block it out, only paying attention to your thoughts because you couldn’t sleep. As you lay there, all you could think about was the parties you were missing out on while you were home.

The fear of missing out was getting to you so bad, you took the covers off your head and rolled over to the side to stare at the dress you were going to wear that night. The thought of your hair and makeup being all done just made you feel even more garbage.

An idea popped into your head shortly thereafter. Your cramps weren’t as bad as they had been the night before- it was a little uncomfortable to walk but other than that you were fine. If you could just power through for at least an hour or two it would be no problem.

You started to recall the places you and your friends were thinking about going to and had to estimate where they would be at that time. You would page them but you had forgotten to pay the monthly service fee. You sucked your teeth remembering that fact. “Damn.”

You thought harder about where they could be until you remembered that rave near your house that one friend was hyped about going to. You were willing to take the gamble, if they weren’t there then you could just go back home, plus you were a bit excited about the event as well. Pulling yourself out of bed, you started the 50 minute period of where you took a shower and carefully applied makeup to avoid any smudging before you left the house.

The makeup you put on was a bit bolder than usual to match the occasion, using red glitter eyeshadow to make it look like there’s blood coming from your mouth. The realistic fangs you put in were the cherry on top. You puffed your hair into a perfect afro, which took the most time out of everything.

You weren’t particularly worried about the rave ending anytime soon, parties like those lasted until sunrise. So you put on your leather jacket and left your apartment complex, deciding to walk instead of drive because all the parking spots are probably filled for miles.

. . .

When you got to the abandoned brick building 16 minutes later, you could already tell the party was booming. It was isolated enough so that they wouldn’t get noise complaints from the folks nearby, but honestly with the volume it would be shocking if they didn’t get at least one.

The walls were the only thing muffling the sound of the acid techno blaring from the speakers, even then you could hear the melody pretty clearly. There were two bulky men with black sunglasses guarding the door, the party's security.

You walked up to them with your ID in hand, the one on the right taking in and inspecting with a flashlight. Even though you knew it was real, you were a little worried they would find something wrong with it due to how closely he was looking at it.

After some time, the bouncer gave the card back to you and both of them stepped to the side, allowing you to open the door to get into the party. You were immediately thrusted into the environment, having to adjust your eyes to the flashing lights that were everywhere.

The atmosphere was stuffy but in a good way, which means enough people were enjoying themselves. Through the flashes you could see people on the dance floor and leaning against the walls, doing a plethora of things all over the place.

You maneuvered deeper into the place, trying to spot your friend group somewhere. You were bopping your head passively to the music while searching high and low for at least one person. You said your hellos to a couple of acquaintances and asked them if they had seen your friends, but they mostly said no, except for the last one who said they left before you got there but were likely to come back.

You were willing to wait for them, so you decided to stay until they returned. It was pretty awkward dancing without ur circle drunkenly hyping you up, the only thing that seemed fit was to lean on a wall like everyone else who was too socially conscious. You went to an area that had no flashing lights and avoided putting your head on the wall for obvious reasons.

There were a few people inches from you talking to each other but you didn’t interact, just kept looking out. While you were observing everybody you glimpsed at the food table- people were walking to and from it normally, but there was one person who caught your eye because he was standing there without taking anything.

With a drink in his hand, he looked at the people on the dance floor. He had an aura of importance, there were people with much crazier appearances but he was the one who left an impact on you for some reason.

He had shoulder-length wavy hair that was pitch black, matching the structured Napoleon jacket he had on with what seemed to be a red armband. His pants were pvc, it resembled those Tripp NYC bondage pants but the ones he had on seemed custom. There was a hint of androgyny to him that charmed you even more.

You were attracted to him the moment you saw him, he seemed like someone you could get along with if he were at a party like this. Him tapping his foot to the beat of the song playing was even more confirmation. You started to wonder what he sounded like, what he did from day to day. There was something different about him, and it intrigued you.

He turned his head slightly and you looked away with quickness, not wanting to get caught staring at him like a weirdo. You looked around and your friends were still nowhere to be found so 5 minutes later you decided to just talk to him.

He was captivating even without doing anything, as you moved closer to him your palms got more sweaty and you had to wipe them on your jacket. He was getting more to drink, your friend said that they would put ecstasy in it but he seemed just fine.

He already took note of you, taking small glances when you weren't looking. Trying to come up with words to say to him was a bit difficult, you were tongue-tied. It was getting to a point where you overthink and you were scared he would leave even though he showed no signs of it so you just said something to keep him there.

“I like your pants.” You said faintly from the side. “Pardon?” He turned to you, not sure if you said anything. “Your pants,” You said loud enough to overpower the music, coughing a little so you could project your voice better. “I like them.” He smiled. “Oh, thank you.” He chuckled shyly, turning his body to you. “I like your hair!”

You touched your afro. “Thank you so much!” you said enthusiastically. He had a naturally soft tone to his voice, and from what you could see through the glasses, his eyes were very big. There was a bit of an awkward silence between the two of you.

“Got any friends you waiting on?” You asked him to see if he was in a similar situation to you. “No,” he said plainly, starting another awkward silence until he broke it. “I actually came here in hopes of making them.” He admitted. You appreciated his honesty, not a lot would say that to someone they just met.

“Well, I'm willing to do that.” You smiled at him and by his look, he really appreciated that. “I’m Michael.” He said. “I’m Y/N.” You responded. “Y/n?” He repeated, and you nodded your head. “I like that name,” he said. “Very pretty.” You were very flattered. “Well thank you.” You thought about other things that could keep the conversation going.

“You from here?” “I’m from…” He stalled for a bit. “Around the area.” “How far out?” you questioned, he might live close to you and you just never noticed him. “About 20 minutes from this place.” “Ah, must’ve come here by car then.” You said. “It wasn’t a long way for me, I just walked here.” You didn’t know why you were telling him this but he seemed safe enough.

“It’s good to get your cardio in.” You giggled a bit at his joke, then you looked around but there was still no sign of your friends. “My friends really wanted to come here. They said everyone would be going.” “Is that right?” he said, intrigued. “You didn’t know? People were talking about it for like weeks.”

“I wasn’t aware, I don’t go out too often.” He looked at his drink in a Gauche way. “Why not?” The question mindlessly slipped out of your mouth and you sort of regretted it, hoping it didn’t come off as you judging him.

“Everything I see while I'm out here just makes me sick.” The topic shift was a bit jarring. “In what way?” You asked him curiously. “Everyone’s so mean to each other,” He shook his head. “That’s no way to live.” You didn’t really know how to respond to that so you tried to make it lighthearted again.

“So what, you just stumbled across this place?” “You could say that.” All of a sudden a sharp pain in your lower stomach reminded you that you were on your period. Your face contorted in pain, and Michael was quick to be concerned.

“Are you alright Y/N??” He got closer to you. “I’m alright, it’ll pass.” and a couple of seconds later you were somewhat back to normal, Michael was still a little concerned. “My cycle,” You explained while sighing. His eyebrows furrowed with sympathy, he looked at the food table, and without a second thought, gave you a cupcake.

You were surprised and grateful. You looked at him, “You don’t have to.” “I insist,” he said adamantly, leading you to take it. You took a small bite to soothe his worries, leading to the tension between the two of you coming back because you weren’t speaking.

You finally said something. “Before I came over here,” Michael looked up from the floor and put his attention on you. “You seemed so…” “Intimidating?” He finished the sentence for you.

“Yeah.” You both laughed. “Not much to be scared of,” he said. “I know that now, I was just being stupid and made up a version of you in my head cause you’re cute.” You carelessly slipped in that last part, and it made him very shy.

“Not like that!” You said hastily, attempting to save yourself. “It’s just that physically-” “No need to explain, I got the message.” He said smiling, pulling on his ear and shifting back and forth.

You changed the topic. “Is this a costume or is goth royalty your vibe?” It was a corny question but it was successful in making him think about something else.

He looked at what you were wearing. “That’s a vampire to you?” His blunt tone made you think he was being negative.

“Was the blood too much?!” You worried, touching the place where you put it. “No, it’s cute!” He laughed, reassuring you. “It’s always nice to see what people think a vampire looks like.” You raised an eyebrow at the comment. “Well, what do you think a vampire looks like?” He seemed to genuinely think about that question for a little bit. He leaned in closer, in almost a hushed tone. “More normal than you think.” He took his glasses off and glanced up and down at you. “Beautiful like you, maybe.”

His boldness caught you off guard, making you laugh nervously and instead of looking away, you stared at him. Without thinking, you took his glasses off to get a clearer view of his eyes and they grew even wider looking at you.

There was a moment where everything just went silent, and the only thing that mattered was you and Michael. He kissed you first, gently placing his lips onto yours and melting into you.

You pushed his hair out of the way, kissing him more passionately. He put his hands on your waist, the kiss getting more heated by the second. He broke the kiss to grab your hand and lead you across the party to the bathroom.

You had totally forgotten about your friends at that point, nor did you care about them coming anymore. You only cared about what would happen next- as long as it was with him.

He couldn’t even open the door before your lips met his again. Luckily, the one bathroom was open with nobody in it but you weren’t above showing out in front of everybody.

He kicked the door shut, picking you up and placing you on the bathroom counter to prepare for what was about to happen next. You were so into it, you almost forgot about the pad you were wearing and the fact that you were on your period at all.

“I can’t,” you reminded him. “My period.” Your mention of it didn’t deter him one bit, it even excited him. He licked his lips, drool slowly coming from the sides of them. He reached under your dress to where your pussy was, pushing your pad to the side and caressing it slowly.

You moaned at his touch, he pulled his bloodied fingers out and sucked on him, going feral the second it touched his taste buds.

He pulled you in for a sloppy kiss, grunts and sounds coming from both of you. The taste of your period blood and his saliva mixed was so euphoric.

He was rock hard, and you could feel it as he was pushing against you. He started working his way down, eventually going under your dress and getting to work.

He moved his tongue in a circular motion around the clitoris, making you grip the sink. “~aw fuck!” He gripped your inner tights while doing this and grunted softly, making you go even crazier.

He moved down to your openings and lapped up all your arousal fluid and period blood like soft serve ice cream. Even more period blood came out of you and he slurped all that up as well.

You were in complete bliss, the only sounds you heard were Michael eating your coochie like it was his last meal. It was an all-you-can-eat buffet to him- and that was starting to get a bit overwhelming.

You started to hear sounds of sniffling. You ignored it at first but then it got to the point where you stopped feeling his tongue and you were almost certain he was crying.

“Michael?” You asked in a concerned tone. He came up from under you wiping his eyes, but leaving the blood smeared all over his face. You froze. “What’s wrong?!” A tear fell from his eye.

“All this hatred in the world hurts me very deeply,” He frowned and his voice began to shake. “I don’t know why we all can’t just love each other.” You were very shocked at the sudden turn of emotion he took, why was he even thinking about that?

You closed your legs and got down from the sink. He looked at you. “I’m so sorry.” he whimpered. With the kicked puppy look he gave you, you couldn't be angry with him if you tried. “Hey,” You put both your arms on his shoulders and looked at his watering eyes. “It’s completely fine.” Even though you were confused, you still wanted to comfort him

He smiled slightly as he sniffled. “I knew you would understand.” He nodded to himself and his voice got a little bit deeper, looking away from you. “That’s a good thing.”

He started to stroke your face, still not looking at you. “I wanna make the world a better place, y/n- isn’t that a good thing?” “….of course it is.” You were getting weirded out.

“My heart is just so full of love,” The hand he was stroking you with cupped your face. “I want to spread that love for as long as I can.”

You didn’t know what to say because you didn’t even know what he was on about. You were stunned into silence.

“Death is such a sad thing really, if I knew any of your relatives who had passed on I would’ve had the chance to save them too.” He tightened his grip on you with the other hand, which was very uncomfortable.

“You're really hurting me.” You told him, trying to pull away but he wasn’t budging. “Pain is temporary y/n, you know that.” His voice was a lot more stern with you, unlike the voice he had used before.

“Pain is the key to reaching happiness.” He was squeezing you at that point, nails digging into you which you hadn’t noticed had gotten longer. “Let go of me-” he finally looked you in the eyes, but they weren’t the eyes of the man you saw before. It wasn’t even the face either.

The pupils of his eyes were a glowing dark red, and his teeth resembled those of a Doberman's. Drool was escaping both sides of his mouth uncontrollably.

The look that replaced the shy, sweet one you became accustomed to was replaced with that of a rabid animal’s- and you were his prey.

You screamed bloody murder but it was drowned out by the music. He opened his mouth wide and bit one good chunk out of you, swallowing your flesh.

Blood started spraying out of your neck. You covered the open wound with one hand and stumbled back onto the ground.

He got on top of you and started eating the surrounding area of the first injury. It was useless to fight back, he was holding you down and blood was pouring out of you at lightning speed.

You were super weak within less than a minute, already fading in and out of consciousness. He stopped eating you and looked at you, tilting his head as if your eviscerated body was his masterpiece.

The soft tone that you heard the first time you met him returned one last time. “We’re gonna be so happy together.” He kissed your forehead gently and those were the last words you heard before you died.

The human you.

A/N: inspired by sinners and the first blade!

[sevenstarsu]

I was only gonna come on here to post the next chapter of something strange but that baenation gc on ig has caught my attention. Bottom line is y’all weird asf it’s so obvious that you don’t care about jaafar’s fiancée being a Zionist, you only care about not being able to have him and the fact that you went as far as to ask about her and jaafar’s sex life and DOXX her (and probably jaafar) is just out of line. I don’t even like her but doing her that dirty all because you want her man is disgusting.

[sevenstarsu]

I need a story to change my life NOW

[sevenstarsu]

𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨

𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙄𝘼𝙇 𝙆𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙀𝙍!𝘾𝘼𝙈𝙀𝙍𝙊𝙉 𝘾𝘼𝘿𝙀 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙉

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

He was next Isaiah White, teams all over the country were keeping their eye on him, waiting for the chance to scoop him up before anybody else.

All of his highlights were everywhere, he was a trending topic on sports Twitter twice. He was a bonofied superstar before even stepping onto an nfl field.

His college life was more of the same, he was the institute’s pride and joy. He even got to break some rules that would’ve gotten other pupils suspended or restricted from sports.

Although the benefits were more than enjoyable, the cons gradually but surely started to outweigh them. Doubts started to form in him about whether he was cut out for football or even wanted to do it.

The pressure was immense- his family couldn’t even go 5 seconds without mentioning football or how training was going for him. Obsessive fans started to send him hateful and vile messages for even daring to replace their ‘precious’ Isaiah.

Even some of his teammates started to resent him, ones he got along with well enough before the notoriety became too much too fast. It felt like everybody was praying for his downfall.

That’s when the first murder happened.

It was late at night, and he and one of his teammates who had resentment towards him were the only ones in the training room. There was an electrical problem with the cameras so they weren’t working.

Sooner or later it got heated between the two and before he knew it, Cameron had pushed him.

Unfortunately for the athlete, when his teammate was falling his head brutally collided with one of the weights, killing him.

He laid their motionless, not a drop of blood coming from his head. Cameron attempted to wake him up but he wasn’t moving. He placed an ear to his chest and heard no heartbeat.

That sent him into full-blown panic mode. His future flickered before his eyes. Everything he worked for, his dreams of the NFL would be completely ripped away from his grasp if anybody knew he caused this.

So he did what he thought was right.

Cameron moved the treadmill to where he was since he was on it prior, turned it on to a high speed with his knuckle, took his stuff, and ran out.

If he told the police he would still be charged with manslaughter and he couldn’t risk that.

The following days were just him replaying the night over and over, the exact moment he heard the impact of his head hitting that weight.

He was scared shitless at first, they had already found his body, and the police were everywhere. They questioned him because he usually works out at night but lucky for him he had lied to people prior about his whereabouts.

After they ruled his death accidental, Cameron really started to sit on his emotions.

While he was scared for his future, he didn’t care all that much about the teammate who was shit-talking him. It was an overall net positive that he was gone.

The more he thought about it, a wave of satisfaction washed over him. He got rid of a nuisance without having to go to jail, the only problem being that he didn’t stick around longer to look at the body.

His second victim was a ‘friend’ of his, one who conveniently only wanted to socialize with him if he could post him on his ig story.

He was basically a junkie when it came to weed, so it didn’t take much for Cameron to convince him to come to his car so they could hotbox in the middle of nowhere. The footballer even went the extra mile to find amazing weed and edibles.

He rolled his own blunt of course, spacing out his hits while he sat through the stoner’s mindless rambling. It was like nails on a chalk board everytime he laughed, but he played along.

When he felt the time was right and the stoner was unsuspecting and relaxed, he reached for a pillow he put in the backseat and slammed it on his face.

The friend didn’t stand much of a chance- he was 5’9 and a bit out of shape while Cameron was a staggering 6’5 with an Olympian’s build. The footballer took his life within 3 minutes, which wasn’t long before he stopped resisting and screaming.

Cameron took the pillow off his face and stared at him, but he wasn’t at all scared like before. It was almost euphoric seeing him dead.

It took him almost an hour to find a secluded lake to push him in, the one he chose was so far away from society that nobody would find him, and no one ever did.

He didn’t do it for the thrill of killing itself, he enjoyed looking at their bodies afterward. Lifeless, silent. He had power over the people who pissed him off, He felt like a magician who could put somebody in a deep sleep automatically.

One by one the people he got into arguments with, whether it be teammates or friends, went missing. He acted completely heartbroken if their remains were found, as he already knew it wouldn’t be put on him.

It almost became robotic, the same reaction almost every time. You thought it was just the way he processed his grief so you didn’t give it a second thought.

He immediately jumped at the opportunity to speak at a few funerals when asked, but when you glanced over at him during the eulogy you were a bit taken aback.

Grief was completely absent from his face, his eyes were devoid of the empathy and pity they once had when he was up there. It returned when he noticed you looking at him, no matter how fast you looked away. That’s when suspicion started to grow in you.

The final straw was when both of you were in his car and when he stepped out to get gas, you saw a ring that unmistakably belonged to that stoner.

You knew damn well Cameron didn’t like him and wouldn’t even allow him in his dorm room half the time. It did not make sense as to why it would be in the car?

It wasn’t really strong evidence he’d done something, maybe he dropped it while pestering Cameron at his window, but that small part of you was latching onto anything to make sense of why he was like that at the funeral.

Something was off.

When you confronted him about it when you were both in his dorm room, the reaction was the opposite of what you expected. He didn’t yell; he didn’t even go on the defensive. He just towered over you, staring directly into your soul with a bone-chilling calmness for what felt like an eternity.

“You think you Nancy Drew huh?” He smiled without it connecting to his eyes, the same apathetic eyes you saw at the funeral.

In that moment, the hope- mere desperation you had that some type of normalcy was within him vanished. You froze, in that moment you were completely helpless.

You couldn’t outrun him to the locked door or open it in time before he could get the chance to bash your head into the wall and strangle you.

He noticed your change in expression, putting his thumb on your lip. “Don’t worry,” he reassured you with a hint of mockery. “You're too pretty to die tonight.”

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A/N: I watched an tcc edit of Emma from The Drama at 4 in the morning and decided to write this. Literally the fastest I’ve ever written an idea and I’m kinda sleep deprived lol

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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄

𝘊𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘐𝘵

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱. 4

𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙮 !

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺𝘀, 𝗮𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗵𝗼𝗹, 𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗼 𝘂𝘀𝗲, 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴

Isaiah and Loretta were gone before morning. They had paid for a carriage to take them all the way back to the city of Baton Rouge, thousands of miles from Derry.

It was spring so the cold of early morning wasn’t as harsh as it was in winter, Isaiah and Loretta were dressed up in their finest attire- which wasn’t saying much because their closet consisted mostly of that.

All of them were awake to send the couple off, Red and Carter hadn’t slept a wink but it didn’t affect them. The only words Isaiah had for Buzz were “Don’t get yourself killed. I’ll be back soon.” While pointing at him.

“You know I won’t.” He pushed his hand away and pulled him into a hug, Isaiah reciprocating, though slightly annoyed.

“You were such good company,” Loretta said with a sweet smile, looking at Carter. The blonde nodded her head in agreement.“‘preciate the place to stay after all the mess.”

“Least we could do,” Isaiah said in a more relaxed tone. “came out all this way.” “Buzz won’t cause no problems, I assure you that,” Red stated, looking directly at him. Buzz sucked his teeth.

“Hope to see you guys again!” Loretta opened the carriage door and entered it with the help of her husband before he got in himself.

“I’m serious Buzz!” “Don’t give yourself a heart attack!” Isaiah closed the door right after he said that. The carriage rode off into the night shortly after.

The cowboys watched as the carriage became smaller and smaller, eventually disappearing. 

After they left the group dispersed into doing their own thing- Buzz finished the beers on the porch, Kid went back into the deep sleep they had to shake him out of, and Red went back to his seat, getting dip tobacco to put in the side of his mouth.

Carter decided to head back inside. “You comin’?” She asked, already halfway in the house. Red shook his head. “I’ll stay out here.” He said with the right side of his mouth being full.

She went back into the house and straight to her room, quite tired from staying awake all night. Carter got onto the bed, feeling all the weeks’  worth of ache catching up to her joints.

She stretched out her arms and thought about what she would do in the upcoming days. She then recalled the blue ring that was bought the day before.

It was lying on the nightstand next to the bed, as if it had been untouched. She sat up to take the ring and started to inspect it again, putting it on to see how it felt.

She didn’t even know if it would fit her or not but thankfully it did. Carter was especially fond of what she bought, but the longer she looked at it the more her stomach started to ache.

The soft smile that her lips formed when she looked at it went away as her throat started to get the same ache her joints were feeling.

The blonde tried to relax but the attempt was in vain, her heart started beating faster, the only way she could calm down was to take the ring off and turn away from it entirely- ignoring the thoughts racing in her mind.

                                  …

By morning transitioning into afternoon, the house wasn’t as eerie mute thanks to Buzz and Red getting into another one of their spats. Kid really enjoyed the book she picked out, reading it on the living room couch and not even looking up at the two men.

When Buzz called Carter down so he could feign innocence in an argument he had instigated, there was no response.

“Boss?” “She ain’t got nothing to do with this!” Ignoring Red, Buzz went upstairs to look for her anyway and there was no one there. 

Buzz came back down. “She left.” Buzz sat down on a couch. What he said altered Kid, as he finally looked up from his book. “We not supposed to stay here?!” He got up to look outside the window only to see that Chardonneigh was gone as well.

“You actually listening to Isaiah?” Buzz looked at him perplexed. When Buzz saw his puzzled face he continued.

“It ain’t that serious, she’ll be back.” She not gon raise hell,” Red said standing next to Kid, also looking outside the window.

“She thinks before she act.” “Fuck you too,”  Buzz said, knowing that was a slight toward him.

While the two Cowboys were arguing, Carter quietly left the house and traveled temporarily. She did this every time they were in a new town in order to get slightly familiar with it, it was her version of a city tour.

Red was right, she wasn’t stupid enough to make herself known- she tracked more forest-dense areas that were dominated by nature.

From an objective view, Derry was very georgous, she understood why Isaiah and Loretta settled there; they blended in; they didn’t have a record. It probably was a very peaceful existence.

“Must be nice.” She analytically murmured to herself as she crossed under a bridge that a train was currently moving on.

The town was attempting to transition into a more industrial way of life but mostly everything was still untouched. She traveled far, passing the cemetery and the stanpipe.

She eventually got to Main Street, concealing herself within the trees so no one could see her. Seeing the town in the daytime made her realize how many people lived there.

They were regular people going about their everyday lives- a man entering a shop, a group of boys roughhousing with one another, a girl attempting to sell newspapers to the passersby.

It was like a dollhouse, everybody had a part and nothing else was expected of them. What broke Carter’s mirage of perfection was what she saw when she was about to leave.

The blonde heard something crinkle underneath her horse's foot so she looked down, moving Chardonneigh slightly to the side. Under the horse’s hoof was what looked like a cut-out piece of a newspaper article. She got down to pick up the paper and dusted it off.

“MISSING CHILD OF THE SMITH FAMILY: 100 REWARD”

Paired with a drawn picture of what the toddler looked like. Children going missing wasn’t a unique occurrence in the cities the gang went to, but Carter was always a bit saddened to see it happen to someone so small.

When they went to that lady's store with the couple she had noticed another one on the way there.

As she was looking at the paper, the sudden sound of a fallen tree branch cracking made her quickly turn around.

She automatically put her hand on her gun, scanning the area for anything abnormal. The blonde cautiously walked out further to see if something was hiding or simply happened to be there but there was nothing.

The breeze that was there before had gone still, and the feeling of a presence being there was starting to grow.

She didn't know for sure, but she wasn’t willing to stick around and find out. “Come here boy,” she gestured to the horse, which came to her without question and hopped on it, riding away.

                                     …

Carter was almost at the house, nobody in town noticed and she checked multiple times to see if someone followed her.

She decided to push her feelings to the side and chalk it up to paranoia even though she rarely ever felt like that.

While she was riding on the side of the road, she saw 3 kids setting up something. The only girl among them was most likely wearing traditional native clothing of the area and the younger boys looked similar to her, the first colored folks she saw on her trip.

As she got closer, she could see what they were doing- it was a roadside stand. One of the boys looked up at the sound of the horse and was immediately in awe of her.

“Whoa!” He said loudly, dropping everything he was doing to run over to her. “Hey!” The girl yelled, not looking up. “You can’t just leave us to- “ She stopped mid-sentence when she saw Carter.

The kids all had the same reaction, all of them circling the horse like it had just fallen from outer space.

“How’d you get it like that?!” The second boy enthusiastically questioned her. “It’s a ghost- like uncle was talking about” The first boy responded while petting Chardonneigh’s mane. “No it’s not.” The girl stated, looking at it skeptically. “It can’t be natural.”

“It is too!” The first boy protested. It made Carter chuckle to see the children fighting over the horse’s origin. She had gotten so used to the stares and weird looks, that she had forgotten that people’s curiosity could come from a place of innocence.

“Settle down now,” her words made the kids focus on her. She looked at all three of them. “Out here alone?” They all nod their heads.

She looked around for any adult nearby who could claim guardianship of the bunch. “Where y’all come from?” The girl and the second boy pointed one way while the first pointed to another, having his hand moved by the girl.

The cowboy then gazed at the stand behind them. “What y’all got for me?” She said with a smirk.

The girl almost sprinted to the stand, clearing her voice to sound more professional. “We have the best water and food in all of Derry!” The two others sluggishly walked back to the stand and helped put the rest of the objects onto it.

“Only 5 cents per item ma’am.” Carter hopped off her horse and walked over. She scanned the items on display and picked up a small jug of clear water.

She cracked it open and took a swig, swishing it around a few times before gulping it down.

The cowboy took a few 5 dollar bills out of her pocket and handed them to the girl, the child’s face giving off a look of confusion.

“But it’s only 5 cents,” she slightly frowned. “We don’t have change.”  “Don’t sweat it,” the blonde smiled at the group. “Consider it a gift.” All the children’s faces lit up when she said that, extremely grateful.

While the children were fixated on the money and fighting over it, Carter looked at the trees and made a passive remark. 

“The forests are beautiful.”

It got a bit strange from that point on. They all stared at her, their once joyous expressions turned into ones of uncertainty.

Both the boys looked at the girl to say something. “Uh, yeah…from afar I guess.” She looked around at the trees, her tone not being lost on Carter.

It was obvious that there was something deeper they were beating around the bush on, but the cowboy decided to let it slide after a short while.

“Y’all be careful now.” She hopped back on her horse. They all waved to her goodbye like nothing had happened previously.

“Bye horse lady!” 

                                       …

By nightfall thy had already gone back to playing the games that the couple had left behind. Carter had grown to be quite skilled in gambling and other card games over the years, so much so that others hated playing the game against her, Buzz included.

He threw all his cards on the table as Carter took a couple of stacks from his pile of money that was a quarter of what it was at the beginning of the night.

“Ain’t no way,” Buzz said with the highest annoyance. Carter was showing all 32, shuffling the deck effortlessly. “Come on, let’s play one more time.” “Fuck no!” Buzz crossed his arms in protest.

“You're a cheater I’m not taking it anymore.” She laughed at his remark. “Get ya skills up and maybe I won’t have to whoop you.” 

Kid didn’t really interact with the other 3 that night, he mostly just minded his business in his room. Red on the other hand got rage baited by Buzz halfway through so he stormed off. 

It was just Buzz and Carter who stuck it out. While they were in the middle of banter, the sound of footsteps caught their attention. Buzz went quiet for a moment and listened.

“Kid’s awake.” And a few seconds later, Kid appeared right on cue. The only thing Buzz had Carter bested at was recognizing foot patterns in record timing when he needed to.

Kid was a bit sleepy, rubbing his eye and yawning. “Yes?” He asked, waiting for either of them to tell him something.

The two glanced at each other. “I ain’t call for you,” Carter said plainly, which made the kid surprisingly confused.

He scratched his head. “You sure?” “Nobody said nothing,” Buzz stated. It looked like Kid was going to push back on that notion but he decided against it, walking back to his room with hesitation.

Everything about that day was just odd- someone or something being ever so slightly off that people would look at you crazy if you called it out.

Ultimately there was nothing Carter could do about it, even if she wanted to. She just had to sit in that oddness, wondering if it would ever go away. It wasn’t her town after all.

A/N: fun fact about me: I wrote screenplays before I wrote fanfiction 😭

[sevenstarsu]

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄

𝘊𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘐𝘵

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱. 3

𝙎𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗮𝗿𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝘂𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵

Isaiah was not pleased.

The conversation between the boys the night prior went well, so well in fact that after Carter had fallen asleep Buzz decided to tell him what happened at the bar...twice.

His yells didn't wake her up but the smell of Loretta cooking eggs the next morning did. "I can't fucking believe you," Isaiah said as he crossed his arms and death stared Buzz who was sitting across from him.

"Relax, nobody saw us comin' here," Buzz said nonchalantly, eating his breakfast. "But what if they did??" Buzz rolled his eyes at what he said. "That's the thing with you Caine you don't consider these things!"

"I considered it good and well." Buzz crossed his arms, trying to act unbothered. "You obviously didn't or else I wouldn't have to worry about mobs coming to my house and finding out!" "Nobody followed us here!"

Buzz reiterated, raising his voice in annoyance. "I ain't even know you were gonna open the damn door!" He got up and slammed his hands on the dining room table.

"Then why did you come here?!" That sentence shut Buzz up. "Huh?!?" Isaiah waited for an answer. He was gearing up for another round of cussing him out when he noticed Carter walking into the room.

"Morning ma'am," Isaiah said to her. "Mornin' boss." They both sneered at each other before sitting down. "Morning!" Loretta said enthusiastically. "I made eggs for everybody."

She set 4 plates down in open seats, presumably for the rest of the house who had yet to come down.

Carter didn't know how long she slept for, or what time it was. She looked out the window and assumed it was nearing afternoon.

As she sat down, Kid came into the room yawning. He looked at the table and was pleasantly surprised to see the food already being made. Red came in after him. "You made eggs?" Kid looked at Loretta, slightly smiling. "Yup! More than enough, don't worry." She got the pan she made the food in and put some on Kid and Red's plates.

She put food on the plate meant for her last, and sat down next to Isaiah who was attempting to enjoy his meal after that argument. The breakfast started awkwardly, the vitriol from the prior argument tainting the mood.

Kid was already halfway done with his food- he was starving. "Slow down," Red said.

"Sorry." He said with his mouth half full. "Sure are hungry huh?' Loreta was a bit taken aback by his eagerness. "Actin' like we don't feed you."

Buzz was already done with his plate, he just didn't know if it was disrespectful to Loretta if he left. To break the Awkwardness, Loretta suggested something.

"How 'bout we all go buy some things!" She looked at the others to see if they were positively responding. "It's a waste to buy a carriage now," Isaiah said bluntly, looking at what was left of his food.

"That's what we got horses for?" Isaiah adamantly shook his head. "We can't risk it. It's too dangerous."

Buzz was dumbfounded by that. "You think I can't handle this." "Of course you can." His cousin said in an agitated tone. "Then we won't be in any trouble." Isaiah glanced at Loretta for backup but she couldn't really help him win. "Buy some more ammo too." Kid spoke up, not realizing that he just all but confirmed Buzz's win in the argument.

Buzz used both his hands to point at Kid "There Ya go!"

Isaiah went quiet. "Fine." That one word said a million different things, Lorietta attempted to salvage the situation. "I'm sorry," She started. "I should have never brought it up-" "It's okay sweetie, it's fine."

He didn't cause a scene or start cussing everyone out, he simply got up and left without a word. Making everything 10 times more frigid.

...

Well into the afternoon, they finally made it to the store- Loretta sitting in between the two cousins so they wouldn't get into any more fights. It was a relatively small shop that was about 10 minutes out from their house, similar in shape to the bar but with an entirely different layout.

There were two big windows at the front to see into the shop but they were covered by vases with purple flowers in them, the door being painted the exact shade of violet.

It had a very homely and inviting feeling, Carter knew she wouldn't have to be as on guard as she was prior. They walked into the place and the strong scent of flowers hit their nostrils.

Though there was a section of the store for fresh flowers, it was mostly a variety of everything.

There was no one in the store when they entered. "Look around!" Loretta said to everyone. "The family who owns the place is nice!" Carter's eyes landed on a picture that was hung up of a family of 4- a man and woman with two little boys.

With slight caution, the cowboys spread out to different areas of the store to see what they could find. The first thing that intrigued Carter was the two banjos held up against the wall near the windows.

She raised her hand to touch the one on the right, feeling the strings and it's dried animal skin that perfectly fit the circular body of the instrument.

She admired the craftsmanship and skill it took to make both of them, more importantly how good they sounded.

"Etta!" Everyone turned their head to the counter, seeing a middle-aged woman standing there, wiping her dirt-covered hands on her dress.

The couple kept her distracted with the greetings and small talk so Carter didn't feel that it was right to inject herself. She also noticed Loretta and Isaiah's voices and accents morphed to match the woman's.

She moved away from the banjos, starting to search for other things that would pique her interest. She glanced at Buzz who seemed to make a new friend within the lady, using every ounce of his charm to woo her- much to Isaiah's chagrin.

She was about to look away when she noticed a small object gleaming right behind the counter. It almost blinded her by how piercing the light from the ring was. She had to use her hand to shield her eyes.

She walked up to the group as the lady behind the counter laughed at a joke Isaiah had made. Loretta introduced Carter to her. "And this is Carter!" She put a hand on her shoulder endearingly.

"I'm Mrs. Corcoan." The lady smiled nicely, leading the blonde to grin awkwardly. Not wanting to waste any time, Carter got straight to the point.

"Them rings you got in the back." Corcoan turned around to look as if she had forgotten it was there. "Oh, you got a good eye." "May I see them?"

She got the three rings she had and placed them on the counter, evenly separated from each other. The other two were nearly identical to one another- a bland jewel being in the middle of a band, one difference being that one band was silver, the other was not.

The one that caught Carter's attention was peculiar- the jewel was a deep blue color that didn't match the green-blue light that shone in her eyes.

She took the ring and held it up in the air, looking at it from all sides. She put the ring on her finger, tilting her head at the object before slightly smiling to herself.

She took a 20-dollar bill out of her pocket and placed it on the surface. "Keep the change." Seeing she had already picked hers, Buzz took two packs of beer and pushed them toward the woman.

Red didn't really do much, just walked up and tossed packs of ammunition for their guns and money on the counter.

Loretta and Isaiah didn't seem to need anything so all they were waiting for was Kid, who was lost in the book he was reading. "We ain't got all damn day now," Red called out to him, causing him to look and walk up to them, leaving the book where he found it.

"I ain't say drop the book, go get it." "I..." He looked away from him. "My money at the house." Red sucked his teeth in annoyance, but Carter wasn't bothered.

"It's alright," Carter said calmly, reaching into her jacket pocket. "How much is it?" Kid thought for a second. "12 pence."

She dug deeper in search for change and when she found some, gave him the exact amount to give to the cashier. He politely placed it into Corcoran's hand and speed-walked to where he placed the book.

Corcoran put their things inside two bags, and Loretta was about to take one of them when they suddenly heard Kid scream.

Everyone instantly ran over to him, and he fell over and pushed himself away from what he saw- a big snake.

It had slit-shaped pupils akin to cats, hissing while its tail rattled every time the creature shook. It was the embodiment of impending death, who knows what could've happened if Kid hadn't seen it.

They all stood wide-eyed, Red put a barrier between Loretta and the snake because she almost walked straight on it. "Careful." He whispered, not wanting to make loud sounds.

"Shit," Buzz said, quickly assessing the danger.

They didn't know which type of snake it was but it was obviously poisonous- that was insignificant to Kid though, as he was deathly afraid of them.

Its hissing wasn't growing any softer, it even inched closer to them when Buzz carefully raised up his foot to step back. They all jumped back.

"Damn it Buzz!" Isaiah whispered-yelled, Buzz would have snapped back but there were bigger problems at hand.

"You remember what we did to that cottonmouth in Louisiana when we was boys?" "Don't do anything stupid Buzz-"

"The wildlife," Mrs. Corcoran said, resting her head in her hand and smiling. "Very unique isn't it?"

It's like her words enraged the snake even more, and within the blink of an eye, it was heading straight toward Carter's left leg. Without a second thought, Buzz jumped straight for it and started to wrestle with it.

Loretta gasped in shock. "Buzz!" Isaiah screamed out, jumping to help him as he saw the cowboy slowly lose control. Carter looked around quickly, she snapped her fingers and pointed past kid.

"Get that!" He looked to where she was pointing and saw a single screwdriver a few inches from him that he had knocked down previously.

He scrambled to get it and tossed it to Red who was closest. The oldest wasted no time, raising his hand and stabbing it right in the brain.

It convulsed for a few seconds before going limp, Buzz waited a few seconds before letting go of the arm lock he somehow got it in.

Isaiah let go of its tail, taking labored breaths. "I do not miss doing that." While both of them were getting off the ground-Loretta immediately checked on him- Buzz picked up Kid's book he dropped and looked at the cover.

"Lacanthropy." He emphasized the wrong syllable. "You like that spooky stuff?" He looked at the Kid while he was getting off the ground.

"Little bit." He looked at it more before handing it back. They were all massively relieved after only a little over a day in his town and they almost lost their lives twice, it was almost comical.

Buzz triumphantly picked up the snake and held it up, Kid flinching. "Got nice skin at least, shame." The blood from its head dripped slowly, like a Chinese water torture trap.

With all the commotion that happened in such a short amount of time, Mrs. Corcoran didn't seem bothered at all, as if nothing happened.

Carter looked back at her, and the woman just smiled."Come again." She waved, causing Carter to raise an eyebrow in confusion. The rest walked out of the store with her leaving last, wanting to turn around to look at the lady again but ultimately choosing not to.

     ...

The snake incident at that store ironically helped diffuse the tension between Buzz and Isaiah. Later, when they got back to the house they played Bridge whist and other games for hours.

Buzz finished all but 3 bottles of the alcohol he bought, but he had an abnormally high tolerance for someone his age.

"He's drunk like a 45-year-old since we were 15," Isaiah said on the porch with Carter and Red, the only 3 still awake.

While copious amounts of alcohol didn't make him plastered, it did make him very sleepy. Loretta thought that she should get a good night's rest before their travels so she went to bed, Kid was the last.

"Sounds like him." Carter chuckled, taking a puff out of a fresh cigar. "I couldn't be like him," Isaiah continued. "Stomach not built for it." He looked at the empty bottle on the ground.

"A lot of ways you ain't like him." Red adjusted himself in his seat. Isaiah laughed slightly. "Hasn't changed I see. He gets by without me?" "Somehow" red responded.

Carter took another puff, blowing out smoke. The younger man glanced at her. "Those banjos you were looking at." "What about 'em?" She said nonchalantly.

"You play?" He asked. "A tune or two." He was pleasantly surprised by that fact. "A cowboy playing banjo," he looked at Red "you sing too?"

That caused both of them to laugh. "I forgot most of it," Carter said while smiling. "My great uncle was the real player." She reminisced about his playing.

"Should have seen him to believe it." She was a bit more expressive, coming out of her shell. "My mom's family hates music," Isaiah started. "Can't make a dollar outta it, ain't worth your time."

Isaiah's maternal family was very affluent, he wouldn't have to work a day in his life and still have it made- Why they didn't have workers helping them out was a mystery.

"Ya pops still around?" Red asked him, whenever the topic of family was brought up, Buzz didn't give an actual answer, just a fancy way of saying something nonsensical.

It seemed like Isaiah was the same way, looking down and slightly forcing a laugh. "He was a man alright..." was the only thing he could say before switching the topic rather quickly.

"You have a family?" He asked Red, which made the older man sigh. "Old lady left a long time ago," He was about to say more but didn't "wasn't 'gon work out anyway."

He looked down at his hands, rolling his thumbs in a circle. "...merium," Carter said out of the blue.

"What?" Red said in genuine confusion. "Her name," she stated. "It was Merium." She said it like he'd repeated it 1000 times over.

Red's eyebrows curled. "When I tell you 'bout that?" She smiled warmly before taking a puff.

"You did." She looked out and enjoyed the view, the three staying outside and being content with each other's company the rest of the night.

A/N: mental health is not great right now but I BROKE MY 3RD CHAPTER CURSE!!

[sevenstarsu]

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄

𝘊𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘐𝘵

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱. 2

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙨

The ride to Isaiah's house was only a short while, as they had picked up the speed after that encounter at the bar.

It was a mystery how Isaiah could settle in a town like this without having worries about the town folk reacting to him being colored, but he had found a way.

Besides, no one but Buzz knew what he looked like, the rest could only piece together a picture with the few stories he had told them.

This time, Buzz was in the lead with Carter because he knew the way. Kid yawned, leaning on his horse so that he wouldn't fall asleep, but that made him only sleepier.

Red nudged him. "Don't sleep now kid." Kid's widened his eyes and shook himself awake. "'Bout to fall off that damn horse," Buzz said, making Red and Carter laugh.

"We'll be there soon," Carter said with a confidence that confused kid since nobody knew except Buzz. "I thought Buzz knew the way."

"I do." Buzz went right, turning to an isolated subsection of the town. A few minutes later, after passing small farm houses that were relatively secluded from each other, they saw a house that was drastically different from the rest.

"Home sweet home," Buzz said under his breath with the slightest hint of sarcasm. Buzz's reaction was the polar opposite of what somebody would say looking at a house like that- it was breathtaking.

The house looked like the ones straight out of catalogues-ones that the working class would spend hours daydreaming about knowing they would never taste a quarter of the money it would take to pay for it.

It was about 3 stories tall and painted an off-white cream color. On the porch, there were 2 entrances leading to different parts of the house and wooden chairs positioned right next to the main one.

Off to the side, there was a mid-sized stall that was perfect for all their horses. When they arrived at the front of his house, they hopped off their horses and buzz stretched his legs out.

Red went up on the porch to one of the chairs and sat down, waiting for the others. Kid was stunned, he had only seen houses that big in the distance and never been inside one.

Carter stood by her horse, looking around the premises. "They expectin us at this time of night?" She asked Buzz. "Shit, the lights on. Must've been waiting." He pointed to the windows which were being illuminated by some kind of light.

Buzz went up the stairs and onto the porch, where he stood right in front of the door. Kid and Carter followed along, Red put his hands on both knees to get himself off the chair.

The cowboy knocked on the door expecting somebody to open it but when no one came, he was a bit surprised. "He sleep?" Buzz said under his breath, knocking again.

"You ain't told him we were comin' did you?" Red asked with suspicion. "I ain't that stupid." Buzz knocked on the door again. "Please, you dumber than a bag of hammers." "Man shut up."

The door finally opened and to everyone's surprise, when they turned their heads they saw a white woman in the doorway.

They all stopped and stared at each other. "...Hi!" The woman said, clearly not knowing what to say. Red and Kid immediately looked at Buzz- knocking on a noticeably rich white family's door as a bunch of black outlaws with guns was just asking for a mess.

Since they already got in a world of trouble at that bar and they were all tired out, Buzz made the rare decision to back down. "We..." he looked at everyone. "Got the wrong house."

He laughed sheepishly, secretly looking behind the woman to see if anyone was coming. He started to back away. "We'll get out of your hair ma'am-" "Wait a minute." She said, her southern drawl peaking out. He stopped and was a little weirded out by how she was looking at him.

"No, no I think you got the right address."

She tilted her head as if she knew him from somewhere. "You wouldn't mind if I leave and come back, right?" Buzz nodded and she closed the door.

"Now you done it," Red said, shaking his head. As they all went back down the patio steps and were about to hop onto their horses, the door opened.

The woman came back with a taller man, the same shade as her.

The man looked confused at first but once he looked at buzz he almost instantly recognized him, and Buzz had the almost exact same face.

"Isaiah?" Buzz called out. "...Caine?" It took a minute for it to fully set in but when it did Isaiah practically jumped off the porch to hug him. Buzz was a bit stiff, grunting in discomfort as he squeezed his back. At the very least he gave him a few back pats to minimize the awkwardness.

Isaiah pulled back and looked at him.

"How have you been?" "Good as I can be, just tryna live." Isaiah looked at the others. "Forgot to introduce myself, sorry for that." he straightened out his pajama shirt which had gotten crinkled from the hug.

"I'm Isaiah Harris, his-" "Cousin." Carter finished his sentence. "Yes, that's my wife Loretta," he smiled at her and the rest of them. "You got married?" Buzz asked. "4 years almost," he played with the ring on his finger. "...I didn't think you would want to come, honest. You seemed...busy." He looked at their horses and attire, their guns as well. He changed the subject quickly.

"And y'all are?" "Carter." "Red." Isaiah looked at the youngest. "...Kid." You could tell he was slightly confused by Kid's name but he didn't press him on it. "Let me bring you all in, show you around the place!" He turned toward the door, the others following him inside with their things and his wife closing the door behind them.

They all took their shoes off at the start of the hallway as a show of respect to the house, which was very tidy and clean.

"We bought it last year," Loretta said. "Don't know what we gon use the stable for but since y'all are here it won't collect dust." She laughed, making Isaiah smile.

The house tour was long, Isaiah showed them the first floor, which had the kitchen, the living room (they had set their stuff down there), and a storage room. They went to the second, which had all the 5, spacious bedrooms with bathrooms inside. The biggest bedroom was the couple's, but they didn't go into that one.

They headed to the third floor, which wasn't really a floor at all, it just led up to the attic.

The attic contrasted the rest of the house, it was old and a bit worn in, if you only saw the attic without seeing the rest of the house you wouldn't believe that they only had the house for around 2 years.

It had a smell to it that Loretta said "wouldn't go away." No matter how hard they cleaned it. It wasn't overbearing, or nasty it was just very clinical- like a hospital room.

When they were finally done with the tour, they went back downstairs and into the living room, which had big two windows covered with red satin curtains.

During the house tour, Carter noticed that there were multiple bags packed in the room that they shared. "You going somewhere?" Isaiah looked at her then the bags. "Funeral down south, Lori's brother died." He side-hugged her and kissed her forehead, consoling her.

"We leave next tomorrow." "Whole house to ourselves then!" Buzz smiled, showing all 32. "Don't set fire to my house Buzz." He said very pointedly to the cowboy. "Calm down, we ain't 13 anymore." He patted him on the shoulder.

Buzz plopped down onto one of the couches, sighing in relief while closing his eyes. "I'll pick a room tomorrow." Isaiah was a bit bugged at the fact that he probably hadn't showered in days but he let it slide.

"I'll open up the stable," Loretta said. She then looked at Buzz. "Maybe you can help put the horses in," Loretta suggested.

"Oh no no," Red wagged his finger, shaking his head a little. "Chardonneigh don't like me very much," Red said, referring to Carter's horse. When they said they were good with horses, in no way did they mean her horse. No matter how hard they tried, Cardonneigh would comply with nobody but the Blonde.

"I'll come with," Carter said, looking at her intently. "Alright then!" Loretta walked toward the door, Carter following her out the door after putting her shoes on.

Carter stayed on the porch while Loretta stepped off and walked to the stalls. She looked at all the trees surrounding the area, having that same Erie stillness that she felt even though they weren't showing any sign of going into dormancy.

"You coming?" Loretta called out, Carter looking at her to see that she had already opened the stall. The woman walked down the steps and took Love- Buzz's horse first to be put in the stall.

"Your hair naturally that color?" Loretta asked, helping lead the horse in.

"Born with it." That fact intrigued the other woman. "How wonderfully strange." She said in awe. Loretta walked to get Red's horse. "Not strange as in bad, but strange as in good y'know?" Carter nodded, knowing what she meant.

"You have a husband?" Loretta asked. "Husband?" Carter repeated the question, thinking of what to say.

"Sensitive topic?" Loretta said after seeing Carter's face, bring the horse to the stall. "Sorry." "No, it's alright," Carter reassured her. "I got something like that, back home."

"Must be tough not to see ur family every day, my daddy almost had a heart attack when he found out I was movin' north." She laughed.

"You get used to it." She responded plainly, getting both her and Kid's horses to put in lastly. A short silence fell between them, both of them seemingly running out of words to say.

"I know I might not look it," Loretta blurted out. "But my daddy, he's-" "Colored?" Carter finished her sentence, she had a talent for that.

Loretta smiled. "Yeah. I know I don't look it." She laughed, looking at herself. "I don't want you to be on guard around me, that's all."

"No full white that comfortable." They both chuckled. Loretta closed the stall, locking it shut. "I have some apples, I can give them to you so they can eat." She gestured to the horses

They both walked back into the house, a bit more comfortable in each other's presence.

When they passed the living room to head to the kitchen, she could see the boys talking to one another, becoming more familiar.

She assumed that Buzz hadn't told Isaiah about what happened at the bar, since he was in a very positive mood looking at him. He was gonna have to tell him soon anyway, wouldn't be too long.

  ...

After feeding the horses, Carter picked a bedroom upstairs and brought her things there. The room-which was right next to Isaiah and Loretta's room, had a light blue wallpaper and a king-sized bed.

She sat down on the soft blankets placed on top of the bed and let herself relax. She was glad to be in solitude after days of being surrounded, she wasn't antisocial but she needed to be alone at times.

Her first impressions of the town weren't positive, but she wasn't expecting it to be. Buzz's cousin and his wife seemed to be the most sane people in that town.

There was something still bothering her about the town, a strange feeling inside of her that didn't want to fade. Maybe it was the feeling of stepping into new territory but she always quickly got accustomed.

She knew this would keep her up the rest of the night so to save her sleep schedule from ruin, she lay down and closed her eyes. She replayed several moments of the past week in her head, the route to the north, the bank robbing, and the small intervals they took in between everything.

Then she went even further back, going back to particular days and nights she remembered with perfect memory. The final memory she went back to was a woman she once knew.

It was a very happy recollection, one that she couldn't help but go back to now and then when she had the time. She pondered on that specific memory for so long, that before she knew it, she fell right asleep.

[sevenstarsu]

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄

𝘊𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘐𝘵

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥. 1

𝙐𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙨, 𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙣 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙢, 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜

The journey was long, not necessarily rough. From the dusty, dry terrain of Texas and the deep south to the abundance of trees and leas for miles up north was an adaptable change. It was colder up there, more rain, and bodies of water in places without a reason.

The more you traveled up north the more peaceful everything got, you could run away from responsibility and all the objective wrongdoings you did without bunches of people unsuccessfully tracking you down and living to tell the tale.

For Cowboy Carter and her Mayhem boys- the word ‘peaceful’ was almost mythical to them.

Staying up north permanently was not an option of course, the outlaw life chose them for a reason, and the last thing you could call them was a bunch of cowards. That was the last thing you would want to call them, or else you would be just another number on their ever-growing body counts. After a while, they just lost count.

“I never remembered it takin’ this long to get across these parts.” Caine “Buzz” Shawnee was the first one to break the second agreed vow of silence between the four of them, which started 30 minutes prior, the first one also broken by him.

“Maybe that’s why Isaiah don’t come around,” He added, referring to his cousin with whom he was agemates. “They got a big ol house. His mama family always had money.” He said, while petting his horse's mane.

“Family hasn’t disown her?” Another prominent member of the gang- Frank “Red” Bennett questioned him in a deep, booming tone contrasting Buzz's inherent lightheartedness.

“Nah,” he said casually while sighing. “Ain’t found out about him till we were almost men. Then he took off with them.”

Red nodded, content with the answer given. Buzz looked on at the orange sky that was beginning to transition into the dark blue of night. It had been about a week since the journey to Maine had started, it had not been all by horseback, which was the cowboys’ preferred method of transportation.

Every outlaw robs trains, it was standard practice- and they had happened to rob two. “500…600…700…” The one in front of both buzz and red, bug-eyed while counting all the money they had accumulated in such a short time frame was the youngest of them all- He called himself Kid.

Buzz looked over to him, a smirk creeping on his face “You ain’t never touch that much huh?” Kid mindlessly nodding as he flipped through the stack in his hand made him laugh out loud, causing even Red to crack a smile.

“Those white folk got some money.” Kid said, smiling an innocent toothy grin. “Always do, that’s why they on the trains,” Buzz responds, knowingly pointing to him.

Kid looks in front of him. “Boss,” he asks. “You think that anyone knows us up here?” The woman, with bleached blonde eyebrows matching her tiny micro braids, takes the cigar out of her mouth before dryly chuckling.

“Chances they don’t are slim to none, but let’s hope for the positive.” She blows smoke out and puts it back into her mouth to take her hat off, laying it on her pale white horse, coincidentally matching her.

She stuck out like a sore thumb, but didn’t seem to care much- She paid no mind to most things the others, more specifically kid, had worried about. The type to whistle past the graveyard, no nervousness, no fear of consequences, no fear period.

Buzz and Red had the same attributes as her but something was more human about them, more attainable. Cowboy Carter was an almost myth, an almost legend, it was hard to believe if she wasn’t right in front of you.

Carter made the rare decision to take buzz on his offer, bringing along Red and Kid while leaving the rest of the gang behind to “Keep the memory fresh.” The other two wondered why she brought kid along since he was the newest out of them, but they didn’t question her on it.

“Won’t be too long a stay.” Buzz started, but when he looked over to kid he noticed that he had a small smile on his face, thinking about something. “What you over there dreamin’ about huh?” Buzz said in a teasing way, moving his horse slightly to bump into his, snapping him out of it.

“Nothing really,” Kid looks around. “Scenery beautiful, all it is.” “Scenery the name of the lady?” Kid laughed it off, lowering his head to hide his smile growing even bigger.

While Buzz was still talking to him, he took the opportunity to ask something. “They like negroes up here?” He looked at everyone. Red scoffed at the question, while Buzz chuckled.

“They like us where we come from?” Red bluntly asked him, turning his head toward him. “…no.” “There’s your answer.” He turned his head back. Just like that there was dead silence again, kid started to fear that he had ruined the mood by asking that question, until buzz started.

“And about the scenery,” he said, referring to what kid said earlier. “Don’t get too caught up on one heffa when there’s plenty of fishy waters to dive into.”

He said with a devilish grin as he emphasized the word ‘fishy’. “Don’t start.” Red shook his head at Buzz’s crudeness while the cowboy laughed at his own joke. “Buzz.” Carter broke his fit of laughter with that one word. He automatically stopped to listen. “Yes, boss?” “Derry is what you called the town right?”

“Yeah?” He affirmed her memory.

She pointed with her newly manicured finger to the right of her, causing the rest to follow it. They all looked at the big welcoming sign.

“Welcome to: DERRY, MAINE”

The bold letters on it looked like a new paint job, with no cracks or imperfections that came with time. “Here we are,” Buzz said to himself. The moment they crossed that sign and the further they went, something was different- to Carter at least. The trees, which moved with the wind in a never-ending dance with one another stood still.

It wasn’t peculiar enough for Carter to bring it to the attention of the others, but that one thing stuck out to her. “There must be a few good spots to drink ‘round here,” Carter said. “I said the same exact thing to red, didn’t I?!” Buzz looked at red and the older man dismissively shrugged him off.

“You been drunk before, boy?” The woman said, referring to Kid. “I…” He was unsure if he should tell her the truth but he did anyway. “I've never drank.” “Good.” She said, keeping her eyes on the road ahead.

…

After 10 minutes of banter, they finally made it to a populated area. It was a ghost town by that point but there were a few shops still open. Most of the towns they went to you would see at least a couple of people outside either drunk or offering services.

“That one.” She nudges her head to the right side, gesturing to a mid-size shop that had ‘Bar’ in the name. It was the only one that had its lights on, you could slightly hear talking and laughter if you listened closely enough.

Nothing stood out about it- the bar looked dingy and worn on the exterior, but they didn’t fuss. Carter got off her horse, and the other soon after. Kid got off his horse last and when he did, Carter gathered all their horses to go wait nearby. Kid seemed to be the only one curious about how she got all the horses to obey her quickly as he looked at both Buzz and Red minding their business.

His horse was fine but other horses seemed to resist him, Red said he’ll get better with time but that didn’t seem like a possibility. Buzz put his arm around Kid, pulling him closer. “Remember that time I brought you to that saloon?” “The one in Louisiana?” Kid asked, already knowing the answer. “Yup.” He had never stopped bringing up that bar, even though they visited months back.

Carter walked back to them. “Today mi amigo, imma show you what a real man drink.” A grin spread across his face as he put both of his hands on the boy’s shoulders, guiding him out of the blonde’s way as she was the first one to stand at the door.

Red was about to let them go ahead of him but Buzz took off his hat and curtseyed. “Ladies first.” Red side-eyed him and went in, rolling his eyes.

Buzz said things in a way that was just enough to where he could use plausible deniability to get out of something. Both cowboys followed shortly after, Carter opened the door wide open, and some of the warm air from the inside escaped into the outside.

She stepped into the establishment and instantly analyzed her new surroundings. It was like the life in the room got sucked out the moment the Cowboys entered. They weren’t common, especially not near the Canada border, and with every single person there looking like they could be distant cousins- it wasn’t very multicultural either.

“Cracker Central,” Red grumbled under his breath loud enough for Buzz to smirk at. Carter was unmoved by the familiar stares, smiling slightly at Red’s remark as well. She and the rest walked to the first free table they saw, which also happened to be right in the middle of the place, right across from the bar.

She turned her chair around and sat down, taking the cigarette holder placed on the table to dab her cigar out. Buzz was sitting on the left of her, Red and Kid to the right, all conversing. Even though they were less than welcoming, the cowboys were grateful they could sit on actual furniture after hours of horse riding. After a few minutes of chatting, Buzz looked around. “Now all of a sudden the workers turned to ghosts!”

He said pointedly toward the back of the bar, where they ran off to while they sat down. “Your cousin got any drinks?” Kid asked in a hushed manner, very uncomfortable with people staring at him, whispering amongst themselves like the group was a bunch of Frankenstein's monsters. “We ain’t going nowhere,” Carter spoke with finality. She looked at him. “We are customers, we should be treated as such.”

Just then, a small woman walked to their table. She had a plain face, her long hair tied to the back to not get in the way of her sight, and a dirtied apron. The gang looked at her, smelling the discomfort off her. “What would you like…?”

“Well hello ma'am." Buzz smiled at her normally, ignoring her wide-eyed expression. “I’ll take two shots of the hardest liquor you have.” “Rum,” Red said plainly. “You got cognac?” Carter asked the woman. “...Yes.” she blurted out like she was scared of saying the wrong thing. “Then I'll have that.” She didn’t break eye contact, just continued to look at her even when she was talking to Kid. “Water-” the boy cleared his throat so he could speak more clearly.

“I’ll have water, ma’am.” He almost immediately looked down at his shoes, praying he didn’t sound stupid. “Okay…” The worker turned around and scurried off to the back. Carter sighed and glanced at Red, Red looked back at her and nodded his head, knowing what she meant.

“Don’t get too comfortable now,” Red said, beginning to straighten his posture and become more alert. “Imma be comfortable once I get a drink in my hand.” Buzz crossed his arms, spreading his legs and basically making himself at home. “What’s gon happen?” Kid asked, looking around again to see if there was any immediate danger.

“Be calm, kid,” Carter said, sensing his ramping anxiety. Soon enough, an unfamiliar man came from the back of the bar. He was a fairly frumpy and tall man, standing at around 6 feet. He was at the point in life where old age was starting to affect his hair and bones, as he had a slight limp when he walked up to their table with an aura of impertinence.

Silence took over the room, but where the noise filled a quiet tension replaced it, which everyone at the table excluding Kid was unaffected by. “Evening.” Cowboy Carter tipped down her hat in respect. “...Evening?’ The man was slightly taken aback by her nonchalance.

The man looked at the worker, her face still holding that deer in headlights expression. He returned his gaze to Carter.

“Well, you do know I'm the owner here right?” “Assumed so,” She pointed to the worker. “That lady called you out here?” She asked, already knowing the answer. “It’s rude to point, girl.” The owner said in a sharp tone, his face darkening at her.

“We just came in for a drink, that’s all.” She glanced at Red, who had his fists balled up, and Buzz who was simply tapping his finger on the wooden table, anticipating something. “Ain’t no girls here.” The owner just glared at her for a short while.

“We just some people who came, tryna get one last drink before the day's end.” Buzz chimed in. “Ain’t nothing wrong with that.” “The drinks you request are above your means.” Buzz took a small bag of cash that he had on him and dropped it on the table, getting amusement from his growing frustration.

The owner put both his hands on the table as a way to assert authority over them. “You will not bring stolen money into my bar. This is not the South or wherever you come from- this is a place of law and order. “Watch the next words you say.” The indifference in her face enraged him, getting in her face. “You no good negroes have no place in this establishment-”

It took almost 5 seconds for nearly every single gun from its holster to be drawn and pointed directly at the owner and his worker, Carter’s gun was pointed directly at his chest. Kid hastily got his own gun out last, after registering what was happening. Everybody gasped in shock, the owner’s expression matching the woman's.

As he slowly backed away, the gang stood up from their seats and followed him at the same pace. Carter walked up and got really close to him. She studied him, seeing his face once filled with hatred and scorn, now cowarding at the sight of her- that’s how it usually went.

“My buddies and I here, just wanted a drink,” She used her gun-holding hand to gesture to the others. “But you decided to be rude.” She pointed the gun at his chin. “I-I don’t want no trouble.” He stuttered, sweating profusely.

Carter only smiled at his response. "As you can see- we're free, don't question that again.” The owner nodded his head while keeping his eyes shut, and she just continued to study him for what seemed like eternity.

Carter backed up and turned away from the man, seemingly about to leave. She walked back to their table to pick up her cigar, the others slowly backing away to join her while keeping hawk eyes on the owner to see if he moved.

“Boys.” The blonde called out. “Yes, boss?” They said unanimously. “Do what you please.” This was Buzz’s favorite part. The three cowboys pointed their guns at the bar, with all the exposed and fragile liquor on display- and shot it all up.

The sound of glass breaking and gunshots almost concealed the screams of the patrons, Carter just relighted her cigar while it happened. When they finished, Carter examined the bar that was now a mess- glass shards and bullet holes everywhere. That was a piece of art to her.

She soaked it all in for a moment. “A job well done.” She walked out of the establishment, one-handedly opening the door to embrace the now cold air of the night. The first cowboy to leave after her was Red, grabbing Kid and power walking away while pointing his gun at the now terrified patrons.

All that was left was Buzz, putting his hands on his hips to enjoy his masterpiece. He looked around and was almost shocked that people seemed scared of him.

“What?” He said with mock sympathy. “Ain’t never seen a negro with a gun before?” He smiled innocently and walked out of the bar, catching up to the rest.

A/N: I think this story is the first of its kind tbh 😭 I fully believe that there is a movie about all three acts produced by Jordan peel so I'm just planning ahead 🏃🏾

[sevenstarsu]

My next book gon be a bit unhinged but I swear to you nobody has thought of this!

[sevenstarsu]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓

𝘋𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥!𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘊𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘹 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘏𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵

Summary: things just haven’t been same

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮, 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙣-𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

You could tell Cameron had been struggling the past few months-he was in his head a lot more- always spaced out of the conversation.

Ever since he got that head injury he’d been a shell of his former self, every smile seemed forced, every kiss seemed labored.

You would catch him replaying old highlight reels of himself, mindlessly scrolling through comments of praise and admiration from fans.

Everybody always surrounded him, you two barely got any time alone and when you did it was interrupted shortly thereafter by some

male groupie tryna make early investments.

He even got annoyed with you at times when you asked him simple questions.

It didn’t feel right to press him, he was already dealing with so much, confronting him would only make it worse.

The space between the two of you grew- it got to the point that the longest on-phone conversation you had with him was a total of 6 minutes and 33 seconds.

It started to feel like- with every one word response, text left on delivered, and blank stare he would give you- he, mentally, had checked out of the relationship.

The words of reassurance and playful possessiveness he would exhibit were all gone.

One night, you finally made the decision to talk to him about it. You texted him, since you didn’t think he would answer if you called, to come over. There was no response, only a small ‘seen’ that had replaced the ‘delivered’ under it.

This was the last thing you wanted to do, but it seemed fitting. As you were sitting on your bed, rubbing your temples to preemptively stop the headache you could feel forming, a knock at the door caught your attention.

You were about to brush it off since you were slightly hoping you had misheard, but you heard it again.

You left your room and walked toward the door, mentally preparing for the following. You took a deep breath, unlocked and twisted the door- it was Cameron.

The both of you stared at each other for a short while, studying one another. He looked as good as always, but the air of sadness was still the same, weighing on him.

“Can I come in?” He broke the silence.

“Uh…” you hesitated slightly. “Sure” you stepped to the side so he could walk in. He entered the apartment, looking around as if it was the first time he’d been there. He took off his shoes and hung his coat on the rack.

The tension was thick, you could feel a knot forming in your stomach; second guessing yourself.

“You alright?” He could always sense your discomfort or unease, no matter how well you hid it.

“Can we talk now?” He nodded and went to sit down. “In my room.” He raised his eyebrow slightly but still complied.

“Okay?” He stood straight up and walked, you let him go ahead of you as you stalled behind, trying to drag the inevitable out.

When you finally got there,he was already sitting on your bed, with a confused and worried expression on his face.

He patted on the spot right next to him, wanting you to sit there. “You ate today?” He said as you sat down rubbing your thigh.

“Yeah.” He always asked that before the accident, usually while you were cuddling- First time he said that in weeks.

“Good…that’s good.” Silence overtook the room again. You hated it, you wished to fall into his arms, have everything go back to normal but at that point, it seemed impossible.

“Baby, I think we should…” the words stopped in your throat mid-sentence, you had to force it out.

“I think we should take a break.” His face dropped. You could see his heart fall to his stomach in real time.

“What do you mean?” You could feel him anxiously grabbing you tighter. “It’s only for a short while,” you hastily tried to explain.

“I just think that we need time apart right now, and if we grow apart ... .we grow apart but that’s life!”

That sentence only confirmed to him that it was more than just a break. His face straightened, he loosened his grip on you and almost robotically got up, walking out of your room.

“Cameron!” You tried to put your hand on his shoulder but he pushed it off, non-chalantly grabbing his coat and started to put his shoes on.

“This is what I mean cam!” “Ion need to explain shit to you.” He clapped back almost instantly, trying to act unbothered but the vitriol in his voice stung worse than venom.

“Yes, you do!” You were caught off guard by his dismissal of the whole thing.

“No the fuck I don’t!” He added bass to his voice, looking straight at you before going back to what he was doing.

You thought of ways to deescalate the situation before he could leave.

“We can try couples therapy!” You blurted out. He looked at you with disbelief.

“The fuck I look like going to therapy?” He said it in a way of innocent confusion that would make you laugh if you weren’t arguing.

Your eyes widened with shock- was he serious? Never in your life did you think he would be so unself aware, especially at a time like this.

The shock quickly formed into anger. “What has gotten into you?” “Oh my fucking God.” He threw his hands in the air like he’d heard that phrase a 1000 times, which made you even more furious.

“Nigga we haven’t slept in the same bed in how long?? We haven’t talked for over 10 minutes in how long?? You screamed.

“You haven’t said I love you in how long Cameron?!?”

Having to lay all of this out for him made you so emotional, it made you start to cry, he frowned.

“I miss you so much,” you said, almost whispering. “You push me away every single time and I don’t know how to fix that. What am I supposed to do?”

You didn’t even bother to wipe the tears off your face. “Fight for a nigga who rather put a Glock in his mouth than save this relationship?”

He looked at you, eyes becoming more glossy the longer he stared. It was like he desired to tell you something but there was a hint of fear in doing so.

“…You don’t know.” Was all he could say, somehow reverting back to the same ignorance as before.

“Than tell me what’s wron-“

“You don’t know!” He yelled, but his voice was noticeably different. It sounded shaky-cracked even, his lips started quivering as soon as he closed his mouth.

His face turned red, he looked away from you in deep shame, wiping away the tear from his cheek as swiftly as it came.

You just stood there, watching him as he unsuccessfully attempted to stop himself from breaking down.

He couldn’t anymore- he put his hands on his face, and slowly knelt down as he started to cry.

You felt sick to your stomach watching the man you love in such a state, it caused you to silently cry even more.

You slowly approached him as he sobbed, getting down on his level and kissed his buzzed head.

A short while later he looked up at you with a tear stained face, starting to analyze yours for any sign of anger or disgust- but you didn’t have any, not in the slightest.

“It’s okay,” you sniffled “I’m here.” He realized that you meant exactly what you said.

He almost immediately melted into you, holding your waist as he sank his head into your chest, beginning to sob again, more violently.

All the pent up anger and sadness he’d felt before escaped him, leaving his body through tears.

At that point time had stopped, you two were in an entirely different pocket of reality- a liminal space.

Eternity could’ve passed and that wouldn’t bother you or him, that still wouldn’t be enough time.

In each other’s arms at last, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

A/n: couldn’t let the year end without adding to your seasonal depression 🥹

[sevenstarsu]

That Cameron Cade fanfic WILL be made!!

[dr3amy4eva]

Three Days

Cameron Cade x F!reader (established relationship)

Synopsis: How long can you resist ovulation temptations?

Warnings *MDNI*: piv, unprotected sex, dirty talk, fluff, aftercare, “baby” as term of endearment, marking, briefly rough piv, oral (f!reader), overstimulation, alcohol consumption, this is fairlyy nasty too, whoops

WC: 3.3k

A/n: The Silk reference... I love me some old school music BADD ! Also littlee bit of a different structure so hope this is received well. And lastly I really hope I did those ovulation days justice in this because they get *serious*... if you catch my drift !

Being turned on by Cameron was far from unfamiliar territory. In fact it was common practice for you to have those moments several times throughout a typical day spent with him. It didn’t take much. Whether it be him just lounging on the couch in his grey sweats with the white compression shirt and gold chain combo or it be him fresh out of the shower with the towel hanging dangerously low on his hips. You were well acquainted with how easily your body responded to him just existing. That being said, you knew what to expect when ovulating but this month it was different. Extremely different.

On the first day you and Cameron were out and about running errands when he dropped you off at the salon to get a pedicure while he went to his haircut. This was standard routine for you two so you hadn’t thought much of it in that moment. He came back just before you were finished and waited in the car until you were done. Once he saw you approaching he got out to open your door. As Cameron came into view you almost stopped in your tracks. You felt the telltale flutters in your stomach at the sight of him, sunlight shining in just the right position bouncing off his chain. He smiled wide as he opened your door and said “m’lady”, guiding you in to the passenger seat. You laughed a bit before playfully responding, “thank you, kind sir” as Cameron chuckled.

As Cameron returned to his side you couldn’t help but stare as he got in the drivers seat. From his outfit to the freshly trimmed haircut you were almost ready to commit a crime right then and there. You reached over to caress his hair, focused purely on how good he looked. Cameron still had a wide grin on his face as he eagerly asked, “do you like it? I went a little different this time”, bending his head slightly in your direction to let you feel it. His words snapped you out of your daze. Trying to find the words in your head you responded breathy, “it’s good. It looks good on you. I really like it”. Cameron pressed a kiss to your lips and then another before whispering, “thank you”, against them.

That simple interaction left you more hot and bothered than it should’ve, causing you to run through different scenarios in your head on the drive back home. You peered over at his focused stature and up at his haircut imagining how it’d feel against your thighs as he went down on you. Then your gaze dropped to his hand innocently placed on your thigh, occasionally rubbing circles at red lights. You wondered if he moved it up a bit closer if he’d feel you throbbing and the excess warmth from the wetness pooling in your panties underneath your leggings. And your mind continued like that the rest of the journey home.

Come day two in the evening and Cam was coming in from practice. When he entered, he loudly announced, “hey baby, I’m home”. You yelled back, “I’m in here”, from the bedroom. Cameron followed the sound of your voice, concern washing over his features as he saw you curled up on the bed. He dropped his bags carelessly before he approached you. He leaned over your frame with his arms positioned on each side of your figure. His eyes scanned your face as he looked down at you and asked “Are you ok?? What’s wrong?”

You understood his concern because around this time you were typically occupying yourself with one of your hobbies or just chilling in the living room. However there was no actual cause for concern despite the change of routine because you had simply decided to take a nap instead. As you were still coming out of your sleep you gave him a small smile at the consideration and reassured him, “I’m fine I swear. My nap just went on longer than I had planned but I guess I needed the rest then”. His nerves instantly dissolved as he responded, “whew because I was fully preparing to throw you over my shoulder and drag you to the hospital”. You belly laughed at that, stating “a bit of an overreaction to me laying in bed no?” He tilted his head and scoffed, “tsk, that’s a rarity. You never lay in bed that much unless I’m with you… and we’re doing other things”.

He playfully leaned down to bite your neck before taking a deep inhale. “Mmm you smell good. Whatever it is you’re wearing let me know, I’ll buy you more.” You were initially about to laugh before his actions and words hit you, a knot forming in your stomach. The closeness of him suddenly clouding your judgement. It dawned on you then that you weren’t wearing any new special scent. In fact you had used more of your neutral products after your shower so you had no idea what he was smelling on you. He pressed a kiss to your lips before you could respond and informed you he was going to take a shower. After some time had passed he exited the shower and stepped back into bedroom. You then wondered how far you could get without acting on your desire before tapping out and finally giving in. So far Cameron seemed oblivious to his effect on you.

On day three, you two decided to cook dinner together. You also decided to pop open a bottle of wine as you got started on the process. You two had gotten through half of the bottle by the time the pasta was in the process of boiling and you were chopping veggies for the sauce. Feeling a slight buzz, Cameron turned his attention away from the task at hand to turn up the Silk song faintly playing in the background.

He made a beeline for you towards the counter, coming up from behind swaying his body side to side as he urged, “cmon, dance with me baby”, leaning down to by your ear. A warm smile came to your face as he spun you around by your waist. You were guided to follow his movements as you placed your hands on his chest while he poorly sung the lyrics to you. You laughed as he suddenly lifted you, wrapping your legs around him and your arms around his neck. He continued serenading you, increasing his volume, as he whisked you around the kitchen to the pace of the song. You erupted into laughter feeling a bit light headed from the wine. You enjoyed the warmth that spread through your chest at the sound of him terribly singing such a passionate love song with complete glee. The wine and the suggestiveness of the lyrics beginning to get to you.

Somehow the steam from the pasta water caught your eye as he spun you around alerting you that you two were in the middle of cooking. Rushed you said, “Cam, the pasta”, before he set you back on your feet. As you went over to turn the eye off Cameron followed right behind you continuing his antics. This time he simply wrapped his arms around your mid section pulling you back against the firmness of his body and continued swaying. After turning the eye off you relished in the feel of him behind you, lolling your head back against his chest as you held onto his arms embracing you. You closed your eyes, content in that moment listening to the song while you two intimately held one another.

After a moment he spun you around again, keeping you close, to plant a lingering kiss on your lips. He then planted kisses along your cheek moving toward your jaw. The combination of the wine, Cameron’s scent, his chain, and him being shirtless with sweats riding low on his hips was catching up to you now, making your head spin. You squeezed his forearms for stability and to alert him. Alert him of what? You weren’t sure. Wetness pooled as you called out “Cam”. He removed himself from your neck before abruptly throwing you over his shoulder. You squealed in response, “Cam, what about dinner?!” He slapped your ass as he responded earnestly, “it’ll still be there by the time we’re done, don’t worry”. Your stomach tightened in anticipation of what was coming.

He ever so gently threw you down on the bed before crawling over you like a predator with its prey. He dragged his nose up the length of your neck before meeting your eyes to admit, “I don’t know what it is but I can’t stop thinking about how fucking good you smell”, before attaching his lips back to your neck, creating love bites. “You wearing my shirts doesn’t help either”, he uttered. He then lifted the oversized tee to plant wet kisses all over your breast before circling your nipples, grazing them with his teeth. You moaned as his head traveled down, nipping at your navel along the way, “Cam please”.

He finally reached your underwear, slowly dragging them down your legs. He bit down on his bottom lip as his gaze lingered on your pussy, pupils dilating seeing how wet you already were. Rubbing the expanse of your thighs up and down he questioned, “All for me?”, as he reluctantly shifted his eyes away to look into yours. You were almost certain you wouldn’t be able to survive the night if continued staring at you like he was in for the meal of his life. You silently nodded your head in response. Cameron lightly dragged a finger through your folds to feel your arousal before whispering “all for me”, more so to himself. In a speed you hadn’t anticipated, he latched his mouth to you keeping a strong hold on your thighs as he spread them.

He licked a path from your entrance to your clit, keeping his gaze on you. And that action was the only slow movement throughout that entire moment before he sped up his pace. You grabbed one of his arms for stability as you gripped the sheet in the other. You were barely holding on to the few threads you had left when he began his dangerous combo of fucking you with his tongue and circling your clit. Unconsciously you tried to move your hips upwards to match his pace but he held your hips down as he continued. You peered down at him, faintly noticing his hips moving against the bed for friction. The sight prompting you to moan. His eyes never left yours as his jaw continued working. His view only spurred his actions. You suddenly squeezed his arm as you moaned out, “oh f-fuck Cam right there, don’t stop”. You felt the vibrations of him groaning against you and in response he picked up the pace. Focusing his tongue on your clit now, he inserted two fingers, curling them inside you.

You lost your voice at this point, throwing your head back into the pillows, mouth in the form of an O. Wet squelching sounds filled the room as he continued moving his fingers at a steady pace. Your back arched as you quickly felt your orgasm approaching. You would’ve given him a heads up if you had the ability to. You dug your nails into his arm as your thighs shook in his grasp. Through the waves of your orgasm spread throughout your body, you started seeing dots behind your closed eyelids.

Cameron continued soaking up all that he could, slowing his fingers before pulling them out to catch the rest with his tongue. When you eventually came back down to start catching your breath you weakly tried pushing his head away as your legs tried to close at the overstimulation. You slurred, “s’too much”, before Cameron unwillingly came up. Your breath faltered a bit as your eyes trailed over his appearance. The bottom half of his face completely covered in your slick while your eyes landed on the tent in his sweats. He took that moment to lick the rest of you off his fingers while looking at you depraved. Your body thrummed with desire as you took in his figure.

Cameron took in your disheveled appearance, fully taking his shirt off of you now, leaving you naked. You caught the glint of something in Cameron’s eyes as he looked at you dazed. “Turn over baby”, he directed. With the little strength you had, you rolled onto your stomach pulling yourself up on your knees. Turning your head to the side for air, you let your upper body rest into the mattress unable to muster the energy to pull yourself onto all fours.

You heard shuffling behind you and slightly turned your head more to view Cameron behind you stroking himself lazily while he stared. “Please”, you begged, pushing your ass back towards him. Cameron’s dick twitched as he fully took in your state. “So beautiful. You know I love hearing you baby, keep going”, he stated as he started running his tip up and down your folds coaxing more wetness. The knot in your stomach grew tight as he started unraveling that one thread with his words. He leaned over you now, one hand placed on your hip, the other positioned next to your head. You grasped his arm, pleading some more, “I need you so bad Cam, please”.

That was enough to provoke Cameron to line his tip with your entrance before pushing in inch by inch. His abdomen tightened once fully seated in you as you fluttered around his length. You gripped the sheets, breath hitching as he started an agonizingly slow pace making sure you felt the depth with each thrust. The sensation of him thrusting in and out slowly made you delirious as the intensity of your pleasure grew. Mumbling into the sheets you uttered, “you feel so-”, voice cut off with a loud moan as he made a particularly deep thrust. He moaned feeling you clench down in response.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek before shifting behind you placing both his hands on your waist, roughly pulling your ass back to meet his thrusts. Cameron’s mouth parted as he stared at your ass, his eyes low. With a deep groan, he muttered, “look so fucking good like this”. He set a steady pace, coaxing more obscene sounds out of you. Your eyes momentarily rolled back as the depth of his thrusts caused him to hit your g-spot repeatedly. You gasped at the sensation, clawing at the sheets as you suddenly felt the pressure build in your stomach.

As the power of his thrusts increased you were slowly losing the ability to keep your knees steady. Cameron noticed this and quickly grabbed one of the many pillows above your head and placed it at the base of your hips. He leaned over you now, his chest grazing your back as he grabbed one of your arms and held it behind your back. In the process of that, he positioned his other hand under the pillow on your clit, quickly rubbing circles. Your voice broke as you screamed at the added stimulation, the band in your stomach on the verge of snapping. Cameron’s voice breaking into a string of groans by your ear as he felt your body respond. Planting deep, calculated thrusts from this position, voice straining, he whispered, “cum on me baby”. As you just barely registered what he was saying your vision blurred. Your body instinctively tried to move away from him as the pleasure became overwhelming. Cameron reinforced his body, pressing against you to stop you from squirming. “Don’t run baby, you can handle it”. The band snapped and you felt a rush of liquid flow out, more than you typically felt when you came. You were breathing hard as your entire body trembled from your orgasm. Though Cameron had slowed his movements to an eventual stop, the waves of your climax were just as intense.

Your body felt like jello as you slowly came back down. Cameron pulled out slowly, gently turning you over onto your back. He caressed your cheek while his other hand rubbed circles into your hip. Checking to see where your head was at he asked, “You good?” Your breathing had steadied now so you chose that moment to open your eyes to see his still full of desire with a hint of concern at your spacey gaze. You used what little strength you had left to pull him down for a kiss. Meekly you whispered against his lips, “need more, needed you so bad all week”.

A knowing grin came to Cameron’s face as he manually wrapped your thighs around his hips. He slowly slipped back in with ease. You loosely wrapped your arms around his neck, softly moaning from the sensitivity and pleasure. Cameron slid his hands under your body, pulling you into a bear hug as he confessed “I knew. Wanted to see how long you’d last”. You felt the grin on his face as he turned his head to kiss you on the cheek. You would’ve made a remark about him being cocky but that was the moment he decided to give you slow, deep thrusts, eliminating any other thoughts from your head. The closeness paired with the emotion in his movements made your head spin.

You felt another orgasm bubbling under the surface as his pace increased, thrusts growing sloppy. “C-cam”, you stuttered out. Your body was fighting between the feeling of overstimulation and craving another one despite your sensitivity. In response, you dropped a hand down to his abdomen, debating against trying to push him away or clutching him impossibly closer, nails digging into his skin. Cameron groaned out as the pleasurable sting of your manicured nails went straight to his dick. Breathing out against your ear, “right there?”, Cameron uttered. Your back arched as you motioned to nod your head rapidly before your orgasm halted your movement. Vision blurring, wanton moans spilled from your mouth as your thighs unconsciously spasmed around his hips from the intensity. Triggered from yours, Cameron let out a low groan as his climax rippled through him at an alarming speed, his grip on your hips now bordering on painful. Your toes curled at the pleasurable pain from his grip and the feeling of him coating your walls. Through the haze of his orgasm Cameron stuttered out, “f-fuck”, as you wrapped your arms around his back, lightly scratching down as you settled from your orgasm.

You whimpered as he slowly pulled out. “I’ll be right back”, he assured before leaving the room to grab a wash cloth to clean you. He did the same to himself before returning to bed to cuddle you, pulling you against his chest. Cameron absentmindedly stroked your arm as he asked, “you feel better?” Content, a small smile came to your face as you jokingly said, “much actually, but you’re so fucked up for intentionally teasing me like that”. He erupted into laughter before responding, “if it makes you feel any better I was struggling too, you smell different when you’re ovulating. Your pussy was basically calling out my name”. You scrunched your face at his admittance before laughing. “You’re so nasty”, you responded. He grinned, immediately rebutting, “you love it though”, before playfully biting your shoulder. Blushing at his words you couldn’t do anything but laugh because you did indeed love it.

Upon more conversation, you recalled what you two were doing before the sudden intermission. You weren’t going to feel like cooking dinner anytime soon after all of that. Nor did you want to so you lazily traced his abdomen as you spoke, “so yea, dinner…” he softly chuckled before responding, “we can order something. Do you want me to go run a bath in the meantime?” You replied, “mhm, I just want to lay here for another moment”.

[sevenstarsu]

NEEDS

-Untraditional Clark × Lois-

Warnings: explict showcase of m@sturbation, choking k!nk, submission k!nk, preverted thoughts, slight praise k!nk, weirdly heartfelt at the end

Clark opened the door to his apartment and stepped into it with scratches all over his face, in his regular work attire. He stepped into the house and dropped his coat on the floor, not even hanging it on the rack. He lazily closed his door and looked over the work he brought home.

That day was very rough for the journalist, having to leave work half way through to quickly defend the city against another threat, take pictures with the civilians and get back to his day job.

He didn’t hate being a superhero, he was just emotionally drained some days. He sat down on his couch and took one deep breath, debriefing.

The recap of his day played back in his head, going over all his interactions, the ones he would reminisce the most about were the ones with Lois Lane in them- the girl he currently had a crush on.

Once in a while, Lois would allude to her wild escapades in college and Clark would always try to “nonchalantly” ask her to go in depth about them, so obviously that she caught the second time he did it.

Clark just couldn’t figure out why Louis had such a hold on him, anytime his mind would wander off at work he would somehow imagine her in a romantic setting, being snapped back into reality by Perry or Steve calling him some form of a loser.

The more he thought about her, his mental baggage seemed to have gotten lighter. Every time he thought about a good memory that they had shared the more he felt butterflies in his stomach.

Sooner or later, he had gotten so caught up, by the time he snapped back to reality he felt a heavy sensation in the nether region. He looked down to see that he had a boner.

“Oh, guess I have a friend.” He got kind of uncomfortable, and looked around as if to see if anyone was there.

Sometimes the balancing of his normal life and superhero persona got pretty tough, he wanted something to take the edge off, coincidentally enough he left a bottle of lotion on his coffee table from earlier in the day, inches away from his grasp.

An idea sparked in his mind, he grabbed the bottle of lotion and stood up, finding the tissue box that he needed a short time later. Headed straight for his room, and locked the door behind him as if anyone was gonna walk in.

He kicked his shoes off and sat down, placing the objects onto his night stand.

The kryptonian hastily undid the belt of his pants and shuffled them off the lower half of his body, revealing the print of a rock hard-on under his boxer briefs.

A little wet spot of precum was forming right where the tip was. He adjusted himself so he could get into a comfortable position laying down.

He played with the band of his underwear while he squirted lotion onto his other hand, preparing before he went to town.

Pornography wasn't exactly his forte, he watched it a few times before and honestly didn't understand the hype, so he masterbaited without it.

He felt a bit isolated in this feeling, since everyone seemed to sensationalize it like it was the best thing on earth, it just felt a tad bit theatrical in a bad way sometimes.

Sure, it was a light in the dark for a few down bad moments of his and it made him come to terms with the fact that his attraction goes beyond gender, but it didn't end all be all.

Besides, his own imagination was what carried it mostly, he wouldn't even notice when the videos finished at times since he was so caught up in his own head.

Although at that point, he had been pleasuring himself more recently, ever since he developed an ever growing crush on Lane.

"Alright," he looked at his crotch area, his boner becoming more apparent by the second. "Let's take care of you."

He lowers the underwear and almost immediately, his cock springs out, the top already dripping with precum.

Clark would hope and pray he wouldn't get a boner in public since it would make his print even more noticeable. In the very few sexual encounters he had, he was always mindful because his dick mixed with super-strength would lead to disastrous results.

He would try to be extra careful with Lois though, and didn't want to scare her away so soon. slowly placing her on his cock, thoughtfully stroking into her while nibbling on her neck, leaving hickeys where he had been.

His dick was twitching, demanding to be fully satisfied before it calmed down.

He started to stroke slowly, lathering the lotion over his appendage. With closed eyes, he relaxed and finally let his mind envision the slightly perverted thoughts he'd been shoving away.

One of which was what her underwear smelt like. A red pair of panties appeared in mind, laying on his bed.

Picking them up and opening them, he imagined seeing a snail trail of her discharge, a lovely sight for him, even if it was his mind being hopeful.

He wanted to bury his face in them, licking up everything until there was no more, while taking big breaths in to get a whiff of her smell she left behind.

Never had he once felt this overwhelming emotion for someone, to the point it was pathetic.

If the kryptonian had the chance to see her fully naked he would cherish the memory forever, even if it was only a one time experience.

Her areolas were probably on the lighter side of pink, matching her nipples. She most likely had hair on her coochie but he didn't mind the possibility, the more the merrier.

He then imagined licking and sucking on her clit while softly fingering her, the moans that escaped her lips sounded heavily- like the sound of a siren.

Luckily, due to him being of alien descent, he didn't need oxygen. He would eat her out for as long as she wanted him too, all day if he could.

Soft grunts escaped his mouth, steadily going faster.

He wondered if she was a squirter of a creamer, if she was the former he would catch every last drop in his mouth without shame.

The latter would be no different, putting his tongue directly into her vagina to eat all the cream.

The scenario quickly switched to him giving her backshots, cupping his hand tighter on his dick to give the simulation of what the insides of her felt like.

Lotion made it so that he wouldn't get 'rug burned' no matter how hard he tugged. He could do it till his heart was content.

The warmth of his hand mixed with it being very slippery made it so that he was motion locked, unable to pay attention to anything or else he would lose rhythm.

Ten minutes of him doing that passed, no care in the world for anything but making it to the finish line.

It brought him closer and closer to finishing just at the mere scenario of him pleasing Lois, all he ever wanted to do was please her.

"Agh!" He knew he was going to blow soon, it's like he felt the cum about to shoot right out, but he wanted to prolong the euphoria.

Reluctantly, he slowed down, eventually coming to a complete stop. He found out how to edge himself completely independently, it was annoying in the moment but worth it in the end.

He let his arousal calm down for a short while squirting more lotion on his hand, starting at the same point he was earlier but his penis a bit more sensitive.

He closed his eyes again and the first thing that popped up in his mind was Lois taking a more dominant role.

She was so self assured, it made him want to do any and everything she asked of him without thinking.

Lois putting her hand on his neck and pressing his airways together while riding him in the cowgirl position made his heart race.

He simulated doing that to himself, his breathing already intensified. There was almost no point of him stopping, he had crossed the point of no return.

There was nothing stopping him from busting any moment. The scenario then switched again to the thought of Lois being right behind him, jerking him off roughly.

"Are you a good boy, Kent?" He imagined Lois saying in a seductive tone. "Fuck!" He closed his mouth, not wanting his neighbors to hear his pleasure.

There was a small part in him that also covered his mouth in disbelief, he barely swore so blurting that out was very unlike him.

He started to pick up the pace again, leaving his hand on his mouth so he could imagine she was the one doing that.

This went on for about 3 minutes, fondling his balls and touching his taint so he could get extra satisfaction.

He went even faster, getting lost in the throes of pleasure at his own hand until he just couldn't take it anymore.

"~Oh God!" He choked out.

His eyes rolled back to the back of his head and he tensed his head up from the bed, not even being able to finish the sentence before he came all over his stomach.

The substance came out in spurts, even shooting a couple inches high before landing on him.

He untensed his neck and fell back onto the pillow, coming down from the high he had a couple seconds ago.

If he could go all night long he would but his articles weren't going to write themselves, plus there might be trouble in the city again.

All he did in the moment was sit with his thoughts, his mind replaying the session.

He looked around his bedroom, the stillness of it being kind of unnerving. He wanted something to fill up the quiet, a laugh, a footstep, even a cough.

Preferably Lois's.

Just then, a realization hit him at that moment.

Clark needed to work up the courage to ask out lois tomorrow- no if, and's or buts.

He couldn't keep living like this anymore, pining after someone who never even knew that he had liked them.

If there was rejection, that was perfectly okay but the opportunity was there, he was just too shy to attempt. He had to know if there was at least a chance.

But before all of that, he needed to clean himself up and take a shower.

[sevenstarsu]

My shifting journey!

Hoping that somebody can find some comfort in this 🙏

Hello everybody, You may know me as versetravel on tiktok or just a random person you’ve never heard of until now as you’re reading this, but I say hi to you nonetheless! I want to re-tell my 3 year shifting journey up to this point (2024) to see if anybody is in the same situation as me. As my procrastination to shift slowly takes over, I hope that since it’s finally spring, writing this can get me off my ass and finally shift to the places I actually want to be.

Just note that I forget a lot of things so if the timeline doesn’t match up than it’s my fault, I’m just retelling it.

I was always the daydreamer type, I once at a chuck e cheese whispered to the person In the chucky costume that I was a secret agent and spy. I was…. Different, but one of the only things I reminisce fondly about my child was my wonder and the way I would create stories to make my life a tiny bit more interesting. So When I found out about shifting in 2020 during quarantine and I was intrigued and kind of mindblown, I could finally live the life, or lives I always dreamed of having.

I actually think I mini shifted to this reality/universe because when I was 3 but on new years eve, there was a news segment about the celebrities who didn’t make it to the new year and one who was featured was robert B. Englund, he died due to lung cancer. They also showed a scene from the first Nightmare on Elm street where Freddy was chasing tina. (Traumatized me)

So I was under the belief that he was dead for years because I literally remembered it. When i watched the kill night for Elm street movies I was confused why he didn’t say rest in peace to Robert like he usually did to horror actors who passed on.

It took me until 2022 TO FIND OUT HE WAS ALIVE AND WELL when I found his twitter account.

(back to the story…)

My first script was for a 10th member of twice dr and I’ll be the first one to admit - It was so outlandish and cringy that I deleted it a year later because of shame. The first time I tried to shift, I used the Raven Method and I chickened out half way through. The thought of leaving my reality and being somewhere without guidance scared me, so I just turned over and went to bed.

For my scripts I used the notes app, I had an unfinished 6th member of itzy dr before I moved onto notion and just forgot all about it. I kind of miss the simplicity of my scripts back then, and that I had so much faith in them. (my first marvel script was also NOT it bro lmfaoo)

Now with the whole 2020 shiftok thing, I was all that invested in shifting as a whole and I was still living my life as normal so I was fortunately spared from all the misinformation, though I still remember some tiktoks from that era.

2020 was also the start of my depression and mental issues so I kinda just forgot about shifting and moved on with my life (NEVER became an anti-shifter btw).

2021 was the worst year of my life mental wise, I was miserable every single day and I had an overwhelming urge to kill myself but i was to scared to tell anybody in my real life because they might tell my parents, but it was also the year I was “Re-introduced” to Reality Shifting. It was more appealing than ever at that point so I Decided to make my own tik tok account solely dedicated to shifting.

When I got my first 100 followers and counting due to tiktok I posted using a manifesting sound hoping my followers would shift. I was so shocked because I never got this amount of followers ever. I had this new will to live and motivation to shift. When I attempted to shift to my decades dr It was the closest I had ever gotten to getting to my dr by that point. It felt like I was floating and separating from my body, when it was over I was so happy that I was getting somewhere.

The next handful of attempts were flops but I didn’t let that get me down, I was riding that high from my earlier almost-shift for as long as I could. I almost made the attempt to try suicide but I chickened out (A pattern I know)

But then, something happened again that made me so happy.

I was just getting into Hinduism. One night I decided to pray to Lord Shiva and I felt- different afterwards. It wasn’t a negative or positive feeling, I just felt more calm than usual, and a bit dizzy. So I just decided to hop on my phone for a little and then go to sleep after.

I woke up in the middle of the night. Everything looked normal so I decided to check my phone for the time, when I did It was like someone Injected Adrenaline into my body. It was the middle of the night but the year was the same year as My model dr- 1967.

I was shaking that point, I tried to check if my fingers went through my palms but they didn’t- Everything felt so real. I looked around even though I could barely see anything, and tried to snap my fingers 3 times (safe action) but I was too panicked. I opened my phone and I didn’t have a password on it like I did my cr. I had no wifi but it was open to tiktok and It was paused on a video of Nayeon doing the dance for her solo (on the official twice account I think?)

I put my phone down and freaked out some more, just as I was going to accept this universe as my new forever home, I returned back to my cr. I was breathing really heavily and checked my phone again but It was the normal time.

It took a while but I went back to sleep and still to this day whenever I wake up I check the date.

I find myself downplaying that shift. Maybe because it’s not my dr/ I freaked out but at least I actually got symptoms from the subliminals I used.

2022-2023 is when I really slowed down and got stunted. The shifting attempts were all flops and I was angry. Why did everybody else’s attempts work but mine didn’t? Did I do something wrong? Was I not meant to shift? Weeks between my shifting attempts became months- every time I was attempting Fear took over me that I would get stuck there.

All I was holding onto was a couple almost successful shifting attempts and mini-shift, that was the only thing keeping me from giving up hope that shifting was ever real in the first place.

There was something in me that would never give it up, I didn’t want to give it up, I wanted to spend my most boring days there, being with people who actually loved me- I couldn’t just give up completely.

2024 was going to be no different until something changed that.

I was on the reality shifting subreddit and someone was offering readings. I was very skeptical at first but they didn’t demand money so I decided to try it. They said some really personal things. It was accurate that I was a bit freaked out, But the reading they gave me made sense to me. So I thanked them and before it was gone, took the opportunity to ask them to find out why I wasn’t shifting.

It took a minute (they were talking to multiple people at the same time) but they responded that I had so much negative energy weighing me down and that I needed to focus on being able to shift.

As of right now I don’t know what to feel, many contradicting feelings go through my mind. I don’t know what the negative energy exactly is for me to eliminate it.

But after everything I still have faith- My friends and loved ones are in all these different realities and I want to see them, hug them. I know after all this time it’ll be worth it.

I just know.

[sevenstarsu]

HOBIE BROWN NSFW HEADCANONS 🔞

1. Usually be slow and intimate but after a gig with his band it gets him more Hornier than usual

2. His dick turns a different color every time he thrusts

3. One hell of a teaser- he wears the most sexy thing intentionally just to make you miserable (it's hard to tell which days it is because he's effortlessly hot)

4. He's down for most things

5. Definitely a switch- like you can't tell me otherwise

6. The most sluttiest waist

7. HIS V LINE 💳💳

8. Aftercare elite