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Somewhere I Belong

Summary: You leave home for a new opportunity in Hawkins. You're on your own, and your first day, you meet your metal head neighbor. Will this be the start of something that you've always been longing for, or will you keep it at a distance, as you always do.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Shy Fem!Reader

wc: 8600+

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. female reader, reader has low self esteem and a lot of insecurities, slight angst, use of pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc) mentions of male masturbation, mentions of oral(f!receiving) reader is inexperienced and a virgin, mutual pinning, idiots in love, eventual smut in later chapter(s), Eddie is little bit of perv, but only for you.

a/n: It's here, guys. A day earlier than I had originally set myself to release it. I had to break it up into multiple parts, which I am currently writing already. I hope to have pt.2 out next week. That'll be the smutty chapter, for those wanting to see these 2 take the next step. Thank you to whoever reads this, I hope you like it. While I've read HUNDREDS of fics from all you lovely loves here on Tumblr, this is my first fic I have ever written. I think I read it over at least 20 times. I'm sure there are still many grammatical errors and things I may have missed. Please let me know if you like it. Please reblog and comment your thoughts 💗

Dividers by: saradika-graphics

You huffed as you placed the last box of your belongings on the carpeted floor. This definitely needs to be replaced, you thought as you looked at it. The move to Hawkins was grueling, between heavy traffic and nasty weather, you were trying to just make it there in one piece. Thankfully you did, and now you stood in the middle of your living room, taking in your new surroundings. It's around 6pm, and it's starting to get dark. You felt lucky to have a nice view of the sunset from your backyard, if you could call it that. It was a small section with enough space for maybe a little garden (you’ve always dreamt of growing your own veggies), and patio chairs. You had found the relatively inexpensive trailer for sale in a community called Forest Hills in Hawkins. Looking at the photos, you knew it needed some repairs. A new paint job too, maybe, but with your new job in the city, you figured you'd make it your own in no time. It was supposed to pay fairly well too, working as an administrative assistant.

You walk over to the kitchen, checking the fridge and stove. All seemed to work fine for now, and with that, you were putting away your kitchen belongings in the cupboards, making note to fix the wobbly door to each cabinet. A box of Mac and Cheese sat on the counter while you boiled some water in a small pot, and then started to cut up some cucumbers and cherry tomatoes, making your favorite salad. You were singing to yourself as you made your food, that you didn't hear the knock on the door. It was soft at first, but quickly became louder after the 4th knock. You grabbed a towel to dry off your wet hands, and walked to your front door, looking through the peephole, but could not make out who was on the other side. You opened the door just a bit, and see a frizzy- haired man, who didn't look much older than you. He sported a denim jacket with lots of heavy metal band patches on it. That definitely caught your eye. 

"Hey Jack-" He turned his head to look at you, then scratched at his cheek. "You're not Jack.." He said. 

"Hi, no. I'm not. I'm guessing he's the one I bought this trailer from though..?" You asked, a small smile on your lips. He was cute, you thought. 

"Makes sense. I haven't seen him in like..2 weeks. I thought maybe he went on vacation then got another car.." he pointed to your shitty car that sat on your driveway, practically falling apart. "You left the trunk open. I um..closed it for you. Don't want any raccoons to get in there.." He chuckled softly, sliding his hands into his pockets. 

You smiled at him, and nodded. Of course you left it open. "Thank you. I was doing a million things at once.." You sighed, and rubbed your forehead. "I just moved in today. I'm Y/N, by the way.." you say, noticing him smile softly when you mentioned your name. "I'm Eddie. I live next door to you.." He nodded towards his trailer and then kicked a rock as he looked down, making sure it went to the side rather than in your home. "Well, nice to meet you, Eddie. I uhm, I'll see you around? I have dinner cooking right now. Don’t want to burn down my new home.”  You said with a chuckle.

 “Yeah. Maybe I can show you around town..whenever you're free." He says quickly. You felt your cheeks heat up as he looked at you. Those big, beautiful brown eyes, they could put you in a trance.  "I'm usually home by 5:30..and I'm off on Sundays." 

“Ok, yeah, I like that idea. I’m off on the weekends, so that works out.” You say.

He felt a giddiness inside him, the thought of making a new friend and even the possibility that the friendship could turn into something more, gave him butterflies. Hope, even. For so long, he was used to being blamed for the events that happened in Hawkins. For so long..he was called a freak and spat at for his taste in music. He wasn't a bad guy, at least he didn't think so. Steve and Robin, and the boys (who were all graduated now) didn't think so. So why was it so hard for him to make other friends? To get a date? He was tired of the meaningless sex that usually transpired at The Hideout, not that it happened often. He wouldn't call himself a ladies man by any means, or someone the girls would seek after. Most times, girls wanted something from it. A little weed. Or maybe the right to brag that they had a quickie with a front man of a rock-band. They never specified which band, though. So when the opportunity arose to show a pretty, new girl around town, he was absolutely going to take the chance to do that. 

"I'll stop by Sunday. I can show you around town, and where to go for all the good food places. Maybe I can take you..to get some groceries, if you need. I don't mind." Eddie offered. 

"Ok, yeah, thank you, Eddie. I uhm...gotta get going though, but I’ll see you Sunday." You try to sound confident, but it comes out a bit shy and timid, instead. He says goodbye, and you watch him jog to his trailer, looking over at you and waving before going inside his home.  You can't help but bite your lower lip, knowing he would be trouble. You weren't exactly looking for a relationship, not romantically anyway. It was embarrassing to think about the fact you had no experience aside from a few pecks on the lips from the 3 dates you had gone on back at home. The dates always ended with a "I had a nice time, but I think we should see other people." You weren't sure if you were maybe too boring for them, or maybe it was your looks? Your self esteem had always been low, even back to when you were in middle school. Kids were relentless and brutal. 

High school was no better. Girls were rude and mocked you for your style, or lack thereof. Boys were cruel too. Laughing when you once tripped over your own feet, nervous around a football player you liked. He looked at you apologetically but it didn't stop the chuckle that left his mouth when your knees and palms slammed on the tile floor. You were 23 now and still remembered it like yesterday. It was the reason you left home. Your mom was sad, she'd definitely miss you but understood the change you needed in your life. She wasn't about to stop you from becoming a better version of yourself. And this was your chance. 

Sunday rolled around way quicker than you anticipated. Between putting away the remainder of your items around the house and doing a deep clean; you were exhausted. But, looking forward to the city tour with your new neighbor. You had woken up earlier than usual to have a shower and a quick breakfast to settle your growling stomach from skipping dinner the night before. After finishing your food, and cleaning up the kitchen, you grabbed your purse and keys, setting them on the small console table by the door as you pace around, growing a little nervous. What if he decided he didn't want to show you around? He probably had better things to do. Your thoughts were promptly silenced as a knock was heard. Giving it a couple of seconds to not seem too eager, you then walked to your door and opened it. Eddie smiled. You could tell he was freshly showered, his hair still a little wet and the smell of soap mixed with some cologne invaded your nostrils. 

"Morning, I have an appointment with Ms. Y/N." He said, with a sheepish smile. You giggled. 

"Good Morning, sir. Yes, I'll be happy to help you with that. Please come in and take a seat. She will be right with you. Could I offer you some water?" You say in your most professional voice. Eddie was in your home now, admiring your decor. It was simple but you. There were some framed photos on the wall; and a light blue couch taking up quite a bit of space in the living room. 

"Huh? Oh yes, thank you ma'am." He said and took a seat on the couch, that intoxicating smile now reaching his eyes. "You're a metal fan." He said, noticing your CD and vinyl collection by the TV stand. "Hmm. Alice Cooper, Black Sabbath...Dio??" He said excitedly, holding the vinyl for Holy Diver. Oh, he's going to have to marry you, now.

"Yeah, I love them. My dad’s a huge fan. Would put the album on when I was younger." You say, smiling at the fond memories, then hand over a glass of cold water to Eddie, who accepts it with a smile. "I fear that you will never get rid of me, now. These are my favorite bands. Not to mention...there is some stuff here that I haven't listened to yet..you have quite the extensive library, sweetheart." He chuckled. The heat that emitted from your cheeks at the nickname was for sure evident, you thought. No way he didn’t see the pink tint on your face. And he did. He proudly gave himself a mental high-five for making you blush. 

"Alright, let's get going. I have loads to show you." Eddie said after drinking the water you so kindly offered him. 

Eddie took you around to all his favorite spots in Hawkins, starting with showing you where your new job was located, then drove back south towards Hawkins again. You learned a lot about him while he drove you around. He was 25, worked as a mechanic at a local auto repair shop, and on some weekends, he'd play with his band, Corroded Coffin, at a bar called The Hideout. You said you'd definitely go see him play and that you were sure he sounded amazing, despite him saying otherwise. That made him blush this time around.  

"So, this is where I went to high school, figured I'd show you since it's on the way to the farmers market you wanted to go to." He tapped on the steering wheel. His hands couldn’t stay still, between either the tapping or him playing air drums to the song that quietly played on his radio.

“Kind of looks like my school...but mine was filled with the most obnoxious and hateful people I'd ever met." You say, your tone a bit softer. "It's the main reason I left home. Everyone I knew...they held this standard of 'I'm better than you.' A lot of people with money. An easy life. Meanwhile, my mom worked her ass off all day and night to keep our mouths fed." You then fell quiet for a bit. "I hated my high school years.." You chuckle faintly and look over at him, who looked back at you while he waited at a red light. "I know all about that.." He nodded. "I wasn't a...popular guy in high school either. I was bullied here and there, but most people left me alone. They didn't want to mess with the one guy who dealt them their weed. Or whatever drug they needed." He said, a little bit of a white lie but you didn't need to know the whole story. With that, he winked at you with a small smirk, and drove to the farmers market. 

"What?! How can you not like cucumbers? They're so tasty! With some salt and ranch. So good." You said, laughing as he made a gagging face while you picked some fresh fruit and placed them in the basket you were holding. "Respectfully darling, they taste so bland. Like crunchy water." 

You scoff and shake your head. "They’re super healthy, though. If you ever come over for lunch or something, I'll make you my special tomato and cucumber salad. It has some dill weed in it. And ranch. You'll love it."

"I take it back. I don't think I can hang out with you anymore. Dill weed? You're killing me here." He joked. The laugh that you let out was now his favorite sound in the world. A genuine laugh at his lame attempt at joking around with you. 

After you paid for the fruits, he gently placed his hand on your lower back, guiding you towards the next stall, which was selling homemade sauces and jams. The older woman on the other side of the table gives Eddie a rather unpleasant look, then notices you. What she can only imagine to be this innocent young woman who is being put under a spell by Eddie the "devil worshipper". This worried her. It took her no time to pull out a pamphlet of their local church, and handed it to you, but you immediately shut that down, and handed it back to her. 

"I appreciate the suggestion, but..I'm not really religious. Thank you. I'd just like to buy-"

"I will not sell my items to devil worshippers like you and Munson, here." Her tone immediately changed to unfriendly and unwelcoming. Eddie felt himself start to get angry, not so much of what she said about him. He was used to that. But because now you'd been given the same treatment as him, and you didn't deserve that. You were sweet. And so beautiful. Welcomed him with a smile rather than spiteful comments and-

“That's OK. I can go spend my money elsewhere. I saw a few stalls that had better prices, actually. And frankly, they also seemed nicer. I can't imagine your jams and sauces taste any good when you have such hate in your heart.” You say. It wasn't meant to be an insult or anything of that nature, you genuinely didn't know why she was being so mean to Eddie. He looked at you, a smile tugging on the corner of his lips. “Come on, I know the one.” Eddie grabbed your hand, leading you to a different part of the market. Near the parking lot. 

“Hi Sammy. Y/N, is this what you're looking for?” He asked you, this vendor was selling lots of different jams. He'd known about him from The Wheelers. Particularly Nancy. “You bring me a new customer? Eddie. How can I ever repay you?” Sammy smiled fondly at him. One of the very few people in town that treated Eddie with some dignity. 

“Yes. I'm new in town. Wanted to check out the local farmers market. See what you guys had.” You smile shyly. Eddie came to the conclusion that you were quite shy by nature. Not that he was observing every small detail of you on purpose. Or maybe..

“Oh, Eddie. She's so sweet! Polar opposites, I see.” He joked and Eddie glared at him, with no real mean intention behind it. “Teasing. Eddie's a great guy. You've made a wonderful friend.” He hyped him up, trying to be a wingman of sorts. 

“I agree.” You simply say, worried you'd start babbling. Wouldn't be the first time, and instead, you offer Eddie a warm smile as you look at him, a look that lingered for a couple seconds longer than usual. “Alrighty lovebirds. What can I get for yah?” Sammy smirked, looking at both you and Eddie, noticing the flustered expressions. Oh, young love. 

“Um, yes. I would like the grape, blackberry and..peach jam, please.” You say, your face is on fire as you stutter your words. Get a hold of yourself. You hadn’t known Eddie for more than a week, and already you were a mess. Stumbling over your words, blushing every time his fingertips brushed your skin or sent a sweet nickname your way. Eddie is definitely going to be the death of you. Sammy hands you the 3 jars of jam, and puts them in a brown paper bag, adding a smaller jar in there with the others. “This one is my famous strawberry jam. My bestseller. This sample is on me. Let me know if you like it.” He says, smiling sweetly as he hands you the bag. You pull out your wallet, and go to grab some money, but Eddie stops you, grabbing his own wallet quicker.  “I got it..” He mumbled with a smile, and before you could put up a fight, he slapped a 20 dollar bill on Sammy’s palm. “I'll see you, Sam.” Eddie says and he guides you two to walk over to his van. 

“Anything else you want to do?” He asked, opening the door for you and watching as you go in, his eyes admiring the round of your ass. He shakes the impure thoughts from his mind, and watches you buckle yourself in.

“We can head home. Maybe I can make you some lunch? At…my place. If-if you want. I don’t want to impose, or anything. I’m sure you’re a busy guy and all-” He chuckles at your rambling, thinking you couldn’t possibly be any cuter than you already were. Oh, he’s in trouble, as well. 

“Let’s go have some lunch. I guess I’ll try this special cucumber and tomato salad you keep trying to sell me on. With the dill weed and ranch.” He smirked, and gently shut the door to his van, then went around and got in the driver side, buckling in. “Ready, madam?” He said, shaking his wild mane side to side. He turned his head towards you, and gave you a goofy smile as he started the van, and then drove out of the parking lot. You softly laughed at his antics, already enamoured with him. “Hey Eddie, can I ask you something?” You cautiously say, not sure whether this would offend him. “Hm.” He replies, turning left to get into the correct lane towards the trailer park. “Do people really think you’re a satanist? I mean..if..you are, I promise I am not bothered by it. I don’t put down anyone’s beliefs. Unless you’re a shitty person. Which I do not believe you are. You’ve been really nice to me.” You say, once again, rambling. “I am. Why do you think the whole town gives me such scared looks? Poor Jeannie, the lady with the jams, was so upset when I sacrificed her chickens and goats. But..I needed them! I wish she’d just understand.”  He sighed, shaking his head and then glanced at you, finding you wide-eyed. “I’m joking, sweetheart.” He let out a soft laugh, and came to a full stop right before their turn. “This town is very stuck on old beliefs. I like metal music, and the media painting it as the devil’s music a few years ago certainly didn’t help my case. I also played dungeons and dragons in high school, still do actually. And this whole place came after me with pitchforks.” He once again left out some important key facts regarding the history of Hawkins. A conversation for another day, perhaps. “Not everyone is horrible, but I’ve kept my circle small for this very reason.” He added.

Once he arrived back at the trailer park, he parked his van at his place after dropping you off at your front door like a gentleman. He said he’d come over in about 20 minutes, saying he had a few calls he had to make. You didn’t ask any questions, and instead focused on getting started on lunch. Your “special” salad, along with some sandwiches, chips and 2 glasses of cold cokes. You hoped he would enjoy it, now second guessing everything you just did. To the paper plates you placed the food on, to the silly Halloween table cloth you had put on your small dining table. It was only March. You thought of earlier as you sat on your couch waiting for him. When he placed his hand on the small of your back. His hand felt like fire on you, over your clothes and yet, you recall the goosebumps traveling all over your body from such a simple and soft touch. You wondered how his hands would feel on other parts. Your shoulders. Massaging out years of tension and stress. Wondered how his hands would feel if he held your cheek in a romantic manner. Or what they would feel like caressing your neck down to your arms, until they were in an area you wanted to feel him the most. You shut your eyes tightly, and lean your head back against the top of the cushion on the couch, letting out a soft sigh.Your insecurities overwhelming you as you sat there alone with your thoughts. 

“Steve, I..I need your guidance here, man.” Eddie panicked over the phone, pacing his small kitchen, playing with the phone cord out of habit. “What are you talking about? You got this. It’s like a damn movie. A cute girl moves in next door. Voluntarily wants to hang out with you. You’re golden!” He tries his best to comfort Eddie in his state of anxiety. “I don’t know. She’s beautiful, absolutely. Is she wanting to hang out, out of pity, though? Because some dumbass called me a freak in front of her? Is she-” Eddie is quickly cut off by Steve. “Yes. She is inviting you over for lunch, after she accepted your offer to show her around town, and laughed at your jokes, because she feels bad that some lonely, old woman called you a freak.” Steve deadpanned. “You really think so?” Eddie sadly sighed. Steve wanted to strangle him over the phone. “Eddie, no! I know your expertise with women isn’t as evolved as mine…but listen when I tell you, she’s into you. To some degree, anyway! Go over, have lunch with her. Be a little flirty. See where it goes. No harm in trying.” Steve smiled. Easy for the Stud of Hawkins to say. 

You hear a knock at your door, one you were now familiar with, pulling you out of your negative thoughts. Something you really had to work on. You’re a little quicker to answer the door this time, and see Eddie standing there with a few flowers he picked from The Wilson’s front yard on the other side of his trailer. They’ll never notice, he’d argue. “Oh wow, those are so pretty..” You say, your attention immediately drawn to the light blue flowers in his hand. He swallows hard. “Just like you.” He smiles softly, and hands them to you, and you graciously take them. He doesn’t miss the crimson blush that spreads over your cheeks to your ears. “Thank you, Eddie. Come in.” You bashfully say, stepping aside to let him in, and then shut your door. “I made us lunch. Um, I hope it’s to your liking.” He watches you walk into the kitchen, grab a small vase and add water to it, then place the flowers he picked out into it. “I’m sure I will love it. Let’s try that salad, huh?” He said and sat down at the table. 

It was close to 6 in the afternoon now, and Eddie was helping you clean up the dining table, his belly full of the delicious food you made. “Sooo…I could tell you liked the salad. Just admit it. Cucumbers are amazing.” You smirk, looking at him. “Whoa. Let’s not get crazy. You’re lucky that I am fond of you.” He throws the paper plates in the trash, with your approval of course. “But yes, it was really good, Y/N.” He smiles, looking back at you. “I wanted to ask you something now.” Eddie says, walking up to you as you stood by the kitchen entryway. You feel your heartbeat start to hammer in your chest at the close proximity. Noticing the faint freckles that paint his upper cheeks. He is so pretty. 

“My band is playing next weekend. At The Hideout. I would…really like for you to be there. We go on stage at 9..Not too late at night. And! You’ll get to meet my friends. Steven and Robin. Possibly Nancy. She doesn’t care for the loud music, so she doesn’t really go to these things.” He said, looking down at his feet, then up at you, trying to read your expression. “What if they don’t like me?” You say, your voice so small, you wanted to curl into yourself and disappear. His features soften, and he places his hand over yours, which was on the kitchen counter. 

“Believe me, they will love you.” He gives your hand a comforting caress, making you a blushing mess for what felt like the 50th time today.

 “I would love to meet them. And to see you perform.” You take in a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm your anxiety. He could make out that you were a little hesitant in your response.    

 “Do I make you nervous?” He says suddenly, his eyes boring into yours. You freeze at his question, because it was as if his demeanor changed in a blink of an eye; from gentle to dominating. It was all in the way he looked at you with his dark eyes. 

“N-no. No, not really. I mean, I am just a shy person. I get nervous around new people. As you can tell.” You say. He takes your hand in his, holding it,  and flashes you a warm smile.

“Don’t worry. You’ll fit right in with us. I promise. They don’t bite.” He then leans in, close to your ear, whispering. “Though, I do a little.” Eddie says, and patted your hand, smirking. He learned that he really liked to make you squirm, and see you flustered. Sometimes he would get this burst of confidence that he had to take advantage of. It’s how he got himself more gigs at The Hideout. How he got himself a better paying position as a mechanic at J’s Auto Service. That was a milestone, because he was able to save up enough money to get Wayne his own trailer a few blocks away, in a better neighborhood. He deserved it. 

You open the door for Eddie, smiling as you watch him check the doors hinges, making sure the lock worked well, for your safety, of course. “Well, have a great first day at work. If you need anything, give me a call, ok?” He assures you that giving him a call at work would be the highlight of his day. “And you can call me whenever you want too. You know I’m all alone here.” You giggle, biting your lower lip. The playful flirting that occurred throughout the day really put you in good spirits, giving you a tiny bit of confidence. “I’ll definitely remember that. Sleep well, princess.” Eddie smirks, and walks down your porch, but stops to look over your car. “You’ll need new tires soon. You should bring it into the shop during the week. I’ll take a look at it and do an inspection.” He then waves, giving you no time to answer. 

It’s Friday afternoon, and you had 2 hours left of your shift. Counting the minutes until it was 5:00. You didn’t mind the job, it was practically the same as your office position back at home; filing papers, taking calls and sending out emails all day. While this position gave you a bit more responsibility and tasks, the environment was relaxed and the rest of the staff seemed to be chill. One girl, Veronica, would come over and talk to you on her way back in from her smoke breaks. You remembered Eddie smelled the same. He must smoke often enough.

“Are you doing anything fun this weekend? Not much to do in Hawkins.” Veronica popped her chewing gum, playing with a strand of her long hair as she leaned at the reception desk, looking at you.

“I am, actually! My neighbor asked me to go to The Hideout. To see his band play.”

“Eddie Munson? Ugh. The Hideout is so gross. He always takes all the girls there.” She rolled her eyes, chuckling as she nonchalantly picked her nails, admiring the design painted on them. She’d excitedly showed them to you earlier in the day. Your heart nearly sunk to your ass hearing her say that. Were you just another easy girl to him? No way would you give yourself up that easily to Eddie, or any man for that matter, and you didn’t feel that you gave off that kind of energy. You wondered if his whole shy persona was just a ploy to sleep with you, and call it a day. You were sure you liked Eddie. And you thought he genuinely liked you too. He had been so kind to you throughout the week, you reminded yourself. Everytime you came home, roughly 15 minutes after him, he’d walk over and greet you. Ask about your day. Smile and even hug you goodnight after you two would chat for a bit. It was like clockwork, at this point.

“I don’t think this is a date. Just..him being a friendly neighbor.” You shrug, trying to sound indifferent to the news she just broke to you.

“Y/N, I hate to break it to you, but he most likely thinks it's a date. And will probably end up fucking you in that smelly, tiny bathroom in the back of the bar. He does this every time. Will fuck anything in a mini skirt.” She shrugged. “Just use protection, doll.” She winked at you and walked back to her cubicle, sighing loudly as she sat down. You try to blink away the stinging in your eyes, focusing your attention on your keyboard. You absolutely did not need to cry your first week at work. It would be almost as embarrassing as you falling for your next door neighbor in such a short span of time. 

It’s 5pm and you’re driving home, hoping you arrive before Eddie does. Luck must be on your side because you make it by 5:27, and quickly get out of your car, nearly tripping up the steps to your front door as you rush to pull out your key from your large purse. This stupid, big ass bag. You unlock your door, and shut it behind you, locking it back up. Your breathing is heavy as you let your body fall in disappointment. The sun shines through your kitchen window, illuminating the flowers he had picked out for you. They were still lively and vibrant. You made sure to change the water every couple of days to keep as so. You’re sulking as you decide to go and take a hot shower, to clear your mind. Then you hear his van roll in, music blasting from it. 

Eddie looks at your driveway to see your car parked, in a rather chaotic way. You must’ve been excited that it was Friday. Maybe you were excited to see him and wanted to share how crazy of a day you had. He hoped that was the case, since he was ecstatic to see you. On his way to work earlier today, he stopped by the record store next to the J’s Shop, and saw Alice Cooper’s new album, Hey Stoopid. He recalls you mentioning that you’d been looking for the vinyl, wanting to add it to your collection. He gathered the last few bills he had on him, and bought it for you. He figured he’d make some extra cash anyway at The Hideout before the show, selling to the usuals.

He knocks at your door, practically beaming. He’s so excited to gift you this album, knowing it would make you happy. That’s all he wants and cares about. When you don’t answer after his 4th knock, he tries a few more times. “Hm..” He ponders, and leans to the left, trying to peek into your living room window, but the curtain blocks anyone from seeing inside. “Hey, Y/N?” He calls out. He assumes you're in the bathroom when you don't answer, and decides to possibly try again later. He wouldn’t want to disturb your “you time” in there. You hear him jog back to his trailer, his chain wallet giving him away. You felt bad, but then remember what Veronica said to you earlier in the day. That was why you were avoiding him in the first place. Though, it would be impossible to do this everyday. Well, for now, you're just going to try your best to hide from him. That means, you’ll have to stand him up at The Hideout. You turn on the shower after stripping off your work clothes and stood there for what felt like hours, playing every scenario in your mind. 

Eddie is tapping his foot impatiently on his carpeted floor, his much more worn out than yours. It's close to 8:30p and you still haven't come over. And he's contemplating whether to go over to your house or not. Your lights are not on. He guesses you had a really bad day at work, and instead of bugging you, he leaves you to rest. The album can wait for tomorrow morning.

It’s bright and early, you can hear the birds chirping from your bedroom window. You rub the sleep from your eyes and groan, sitting up on your bed, looking over to look at the time. The clock read 09:47a. You better get up and make most of your Saturday as you do not plan on leaving your 4 walls tomorrow. You stretch as you stand up, and walk over to your fridge, and then jump at the loud knock. “Y/N!” a familiar voice calls out. Fuck. Ok, you need to at least confront him of his true intentions. Whether you were just another girl to him, and nothing more. You close up your robe a little as you drag your feet, letting out a shaky breath as you open the door. 

“Oh, thank god!” He breathes in relief. “ I was worried about you.” He said.

“Right..well. I’m ok. Just trying to rest up.” You said. He notices your tone is a bit more cold.

“Oh. I-I’m sorry. I just wanted to check up on you. I knocked yesterday, but didn’t see you. Did you have a bad day at work?” He said, frowning now. 

“You can say that-”

“Then I have something that will cheer you up! Close your eyes.” He grinned, practically jumping in excitement. You raise your brow, and hesitantly shut your eyes, then feel his warm hands grab yours, pulling them out in front of you. You feel a heavy-ish item now land on your hands and you immediately open your eyes. “Oh shit..” You hold the album, looking at it. It was a special edition one.

“Eddie..how’d you find this?” You say quietly, a smile growing on your face.

“Saw it at the record store. Had to get it for you.” He couldn’t be any prouder. He got you out of whatever slump you were feeling.

“Oh Eddie..I know this had to be expensive. Let me pay you back.” 

He shook those curls you were so crazy about. “Nope. I only request your presence tonight, sweetheart. Steve and Robin are dying to meet you.” He says, crossing his arms. Your gaze travels down to them, admiring the tattoos and oh. He’s caught you staring, that smirk on his face confirms that. “I-I will be there.” You nod, going against everything you said to yourself the night before. “Great! I have some errands to run, but I will see you tonight, darling.” He bows like you are his Queen, and you might as well be at this point. You giggle, and watch him go to this van, wave at you and drive off. Maybe this wasn’t a bad idea after all.

You’re standing in line at The Hideout, waiting to be let in. You assumed that you had to wait like everyone else. There weren't that many people, about 50 all together but judging by the size of the bar, it would be a full house. You dress in a low-cut top, purposely choosing one that showed a decent amount of cleavage. A cardigan rests over your arm, and you opted for black leggings, the ones that made your ass look the best. If Eddie really did intend for this to be a date, you might as well look the best you could, with what you currently had in your closet. You hear your name being called out, and you see Eddie jog over to you. He’s wearing a sleeveless DIO shirt, and leather pants, his combat boots all untied. He looks so good. You’re practically drooling.

“What are you doing here?” He incredulously asks.

“I..you invited me.” You play with your fingers, nails digging into your skin. 

“Babe, I meant in line.” He reaches out, grabbing your hand and pulls you out of the line, where all eyes then fall on you and him. You noticed a few girls eye Eddie, too. Almost like a prey. “You get backstage access, doll.” He whispers as he leanes into you, and smirks. “You’re VIP.” He holds your hand, and takes you to the back of the bar, opening the door that lead you inside. “After you.” He says, eyes falling to your ass. It looked so plump in those pants, so biteable.  

“You look beautiful, by the way.” He says, admiring the subtle make up you had on. It wasn’t much, just some mascara and eyeliner. A little foundation to hide any blemishes and imperfections. “I like this top.” He runs his fingers over the fabric near your collarbone. Your cheeks heat up, as you send him a smile, looking down all shyly. 

“Eddie!” A man calls out, and you look to your left. You assume that is Steve, and a girl walking alongside with him. Robin? 

“Hey, man. Glad you could make it. Guys, this is Y/N. Y/N…this is Steve and Robin. And as I assumed, Nancy did not make it today.”

“Or ever. You know this isn’t her scene. She’s out with Jonathan, anyway.” Steve shrugged and turned his attention towards you. “Nice to meet you. Eddie has talked non stop about you.” He smirks over at Eddie who is internally cussing him out. “Let’s go get some good seats.” Robin smiles at you, and grabs your arm, locking it with hers as she pulls you to the stage floor. 

“Ughhh Steve, why’d you say that? Now she’s going to think I’m obsessed.” Eddie rubs his face, giving him a look.

“Are you not?” Steve smirks, and crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. Eddie shook his head and bit his nails, nervously. “I like her, alot.” He admitted to Steve, eyes following you around as Robin decided which area was the best to stand at. He liked how nervous you were around him. You were the sweetest girl he’d ever known. On the opposite end, he also felt like a creep though. All the perverse thoughts he had about you. They’d come to him when he was in bed late at night, a rhythmic movement of his hand over his aching cock as he'd imagine his tongue deep in your wet, throbbing pussy, satisfying his hunger. 

“I gotta get onstage, and set up.” He says to Steve, wanting to avoid any more of Steve’s banter. He nods, then meets up with you and Robin on the stage floor. Your gaze follows Eddie onstage, where he and the rest of the band finish setting up. He winks at you, and tunes his guitar. Most of all the equipment is there, just had to be connected and set up in the proper place.

“You excited to see the show? They’re actually really good! It’s a shame they haven’t been signed by a record label yet.” Robin says. You are caged in, front row, between both Robin and Steve. “Yeah, I’m excited. I just..don’t want to get my hopes up. Feelings hurt and all.” You say softly, seeing all the people from outside being let in.

“What do you mean? Their songs are not really offensive.” Robin says.

“Well, unless you’re someone with sensitive hearing. They’re loud.” Steve snorts.

“No, I mean. I don’t want Eddie to see me as..like the other girls that he brings here?” You say, a little unsure if you are going to get your point across. Their his friends, obviously they’re going to take his side. 

Steve snorts again. “What girls?” 

“All..the girls..?” You say, feeling a bit foolish at that moment. “This chick I work with knows Eddie. Says he brings all his dates here. And uhm, has his way with them. I'm not-it's not that I'm not attracted to him. He's super handsome, but I don't want it to be that type of date. I like him and don’t want it to be a one night stand type of date..” You nervously chew on the inside of your cheek. 

Steve and Robin both start to laugh, a good belly laugh, which makes Eddie look at you three. What are they telling you about him?

“Y/N. He's NOT like that. At all. I don't know who that chick is, but Eddie is lucky if he's able to get a girl to look his way anymore.” Robin said. 

“I mean, he's had girlfriends and dates, sure. But to say he brings all the girls here like he's some ladies man, is comical.” Steve said.  “But don't tell him we said that.” He smirks. “Eddie is a great guy, Y/N. And I'm not just saying that because he's my best friend.” Steve looked up at him. “Shows starting.” He says to you, nudging your shoulder with his as the lights dim, and a loud guitar note plays. The stage area is packed with all the people from outside, and they cheer.  The band seems to have a large following, people singing along to the songs. A lot of older, trucker looking guys and scattered were lots of girls too, older and younger, like yourself. In the middle of the setlist, you see Eddie grab the mic, placing his foot on the amp as he addresses the crowd, thanking them for coming out and supporting the band. He had a little surprise for you, and hoped you listened to Alice Cooper’s previous album, Trash, because he was going to cover one of the songs on there. He figured he’d take the risk and sing Spark in the Dark.  The lyrics were quite suggestive, and maybe tonight, he’d be brave enough to make a first move. 

You immediately recognized the guitar riff to the song, a big smile forming on your face, as you were by now more relaxed and enjoying the show, just like Robin and Steve suggested.

“Ah, welcome to the party.

It’s only me and you

Tell the world to go away, babe

And I’ll tell you what to do

Come over here and kiss me

I wanna pull your hair

Turn out the lights and hold me

I wanna touch you everywhere”

You sing along, all while your face is burning from the blush that spread over your cheeks, and thankful the stage lights are not pointed directly at you. You were certain you’d combust. You also notice a familiar sensation, one that was directly between your thighs. One that needed to be taken care of. Preferably by the front man looking down at you.

“We don’t need nobody, baby

We don’t need champagne

I’ll take you to the deepest

Darkest, hottest lover’s lane

For a little spark in the dark

Just a little spark in the dark.”

You’re staring at each other as he sings the song. You’re singing along, and he’s so good up there. Your favorite rockstar. You notice his hips move a little with every enunciation during the chorus. He grabs the mic stand, placing the mic on it as the guitar rests over his hips, hiding the semi he’s rocking right now thanks to the song’s lyrics and the perfect view he has of your cleavage. 

“I’ll come ‘round midnight

We’ll be crawling on the floor

Burnin’ with a fever

And yellin’ out for more

But don’t you write in your diary, baby

Don’t blab it on the phone

‘Cause if your dad and mom find out, 

They’ll skin me to the bone.

We don’t need instructions, baby

Don’t you be afraid

It takes a little friction, uh-uh

That’s how our love is made 

For a little spark in the dark.”

You want to melt into a puddle once the song is finished, noticing the sweat that glistens his skin, still sporting that sleeveless tank top. He sings a few more covers, and once the show is over, he bows to everyone, then directly tosses you a guitar pick. You’re giddy, as you’re bouncing on your tippy toes, holding it between your fingers.

“Look at the fangirl, now.” Robin smirks, clapping as the band gets off stage. “We get backstage privileges, being long time friends of the band and all.” She laughs, walking to the back of the bar, noticing the crowd had spread out between leaving for the night, and others to sit at the bar. You follow Robin and Steve, until you reach a room that almost looked like a utility room with all the amps.”Hey!” Eddie says, wiping the sweat off with a small towel. He looks directly at you, as if Robin and Steve aren’t even in the room. “That was amazing! And…the cover was really good, too.” You blush and try not to be too obvious as your eyes scan his body. His shirt is all damp from his sweat, shirt stuck to his body. You could make out his toned stomach. 

“I’d give you a thank you hug, but I smell. And I’m all sweaty.” He chuckles, noticing you shifting a little, your thighs pressing together. He gives you a little knowing smirk, and pulls out a cigarette, but Robin is quick to snatch it.

“No smoking. Especially not around your date.” Robin speaks out.

“You’re right. Bad habit, and manners. Sorry. sweetheart.” He cheekily smiles and puts away the pack of cigarettes.

“We gotta get going, but we’ll see you later, Eds. Come on Steve. Remember…we had that thing we had to do..” Robin says, pulling him on his arm. “OH right! That thing. Yes. Alright, you two have a good and eventful night. Nice meeting you, Y/N! We look forward to seeing you again real soon!!” Steve says as both him and Robin go running out. You let out a soft laugh then look over at Eddie, who is looking at you, not once did his sight move away from you.

“Can we..talk?” You say to him. 

Oh fuck, did he do something wrong? Was it the way he was looking at you? Shit. 

“Of course. We can step outside. It’s hot as fuck in here.” He says and you both walk out into the back of the bar, the loud slam of the door shutting making you jump. Eddie is nervous now. He’s sure you’re about to break the news to him that you don’t want anything to do with him. Maybe you found out of his late night activities, but that wouldn’t make any sense. He was sure you partake in those kinds of solo activities. Maybe you believed he was truly a devil worshipper. How can he convince you otherwise?

“I uhm, almost didn’t come tonight.” You start. 

This makes his chest feel heavy. He’d done something, surely. 

“How come?” His voice is small.

“I was stupid. I believed something someone at my job said about you.” Your stare is focused on the littered and dirty floor, not wanting to meet his eyes. You felt ashamed.

“What’d they say about me?” 

“I-I don’t-”

“What’d they say about me, Y/N? I assure you..I’ve heard it all. I’m used to it at this point in my life.” He says, his tone was a bit more irate and cold than what you were used to him being with you. Your eyes took no time in watering, and now Eddie was ready to throw himself off a cliff for making you feel this way.    He really fucked this up already, as he always does. Good job, Munson.

“She said that…you basically slept around. That you take them here on dates, and..and take them to that nasty bathroom for a quick fuck. Eddie, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have believed something like that. I just, I got scared to have my feelings and emotions played with. I didn’t want to be just another girl added to your roster.” You try to keep your composure as you talk to him, your eyes are for sure still watery, but by some miracle, you didn’t stutter. “If I’m being honest, I don’t have much experience with this. Like, yeah. I’ve done a few dates and all, but I've never had a boyfriend or had anyone touch me, or-”

“Sweetheart, it's ok.” Eddie takes a step forward and grabs both your shaky hands, holding them in his, practically engulfing them. “Look at me.” His voice is low, and he places a finger under your chin, tipping your head up. “I promise you, I am not that type of person. People will say a million things about me, and I can guarantee that most of them are just rumors. I certainly do not sleep around. I can't remember the last time I had a legitimate date with someone, let alone fuck someone.” He risked making himself look a loser just to make you feel better. His hand goes up to your cheek, and caresses it, letting out a chuckle. “Baby, there's no one I desire more than you…and I want to kiss you so bad.” He whispers, taking another step forward, his scent invading you. “Give me a chance to prove to you..I'm not like whatever these stupid fucks said about me.” His lips are impossibly close to yours, making your breath hitch at the close proximity. “Kiss me.” His voice is raspy. You embrace each other, your lips pressing together as the kiss deepens slowly. It was the first time you've experienced a true, deep kiss. You were sure he could tell. You opened your mouth, letting his hot tongue in to glide along yours and the quiet whine you let out makes him want to take you right there and then. You were inexperienced, yes, but quickly learned to breathe through your nose and move your mouth with his. Eddie's hand rested on your hips, and the other was around the nape of your neck, pulling you against him even closer, wanting to hear those  whines again. 

“Alright, get a room, you two.” Gareth groaned, hauling the large amp into the van that was a few feet away from you both. You blush heavily as you both simultaneously pull away from each other. “We will continue this at your place? I got to finish helping the guys..” Eddie breathed heavy, a similar rosy shade painted over his cheeks. 

“Yes, I'll leave my door unlocked. You can just come in..” 

“Hm, sweetheart. I don't think that's a good idea. What if the big, bad wolf gets in? And wants to eat yah?” Eddie smirks. 

“I certainly count on it.”

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

The Rich Bitch

note: I have a weird fascination with tv shows in which they show/sell/renovate homes, and I watch that shit daily, so that's why this fic now exists. This fic is for the S Club girls, you know who you are 🖤

warnings: 18+!! smut, language, unprotected sex bc pregnancy is not a thing in my fic world.

pairing: Realtor!Sihtric x fem!reader (no use of Y/N)

summary: After being dropped as a buyer by Uhtred and Finan, because you were impossible to deal with, Sihtric took on the job of being your new realtor. Your attitude was something he would surely fix in time, but his main mission was to sell you a house, whatever it would take.

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'Come on,' Sihtric laughed, 'it can't be that bad.'

'Oh, it is,' Uhtred stressed, 'you don't understand.'

'He's right,' Finan backed Uhtred, 'I dropped her as a client for the same reason. She's just impossible.'

'I also thought it wasn't that bad,' Uhtred added, 'so I made my move when Finan dropped her, thinking I could easily sell a house to her. Because how bad could it really be, right?'

'You can't even begin to imagine,' Finan said, 'I showed her dozens of mansions, and nothing was good enough. She's a rich bitch who is impossible to please.'

'And I did the same, showing her the most amazing houses that people would die for,' Uhtred sighed, 'but Finan's right, nothing was good enough. I'm out of ideas, I truly am. I can't sell a house to her, it's impossible. I showed her a house with a pool that was the size of an amateur basketball court, and she complained it was too small. Too small! She's a single woman, Sihtric! What does she need a pool for that's bigger than the size of a damned basketball court?!'

Sihtric leaned back in his fancy black chair, with his leather boots put up on his desk as he smirked at the two men who he shared the workplace with. The three were all real estate agents, the best in town nonetheless, and their agency was booming; selling multiple luxurious villas and mansions weekly, earning satisfied client after satisfied client. But that was until you had appeared at their door one day, looking for a new home that was the best of the best. Finan was up for the task, because nothing was a bigger jab in the face to his fellow estate agents, which were his best friends too, than selling an insanely expensive house to a drop dead gorgeous woman. But unfortunately for the Irishman, you turned out to be a handful. Finan dropped you as his client after he had shown you so many houses that he had lost count, all which you turned down for the most ridiculous reasons.

'At the last house I showed her she said she didn't like the carpet,' Finan groaned, 'the carpet! She didn't buy it because of the carpet. I mean, Jesus Christ! You can hire someone to pull that bloody carpet out!'

'Maybe she wants a home that doesn't need any work,' Sihtric shrugged, 'that's a common demand.'

'No,' Uhtred snapped, 'that's not it. I have shown her well over ten properties that she could move in right on the day, and still,' he threw his hands up, 'I give up, you can have her,' he looked at Sihtric, 'otherwise we drop her from our agency.'

'Fine by me, I'll take it,' Sihtric chuckled, 'you know I like a challenge.'

'Yeah, good luck,' Uhtred scoffed, 'I'll talk to you in a week.'

'Trust me, I'll sell a place to her,' Sihtric smiled, full of confidence.

'And there he is,' Finan laughed, 'the cocky bastard. We'll see about that.'

Sihtric was not quite like his friends and fellow agents when it came to work. Uhtred always dressed formally for the job, wearing a fancy suit with nice and shiny shoes underneath, and treating those in search of a new home like absolute royalty, which was a guaranteed success for a sale. Finan was always dressed rather sharply too, but less formal, and he was more the kind of estate agent to joke around and lure his clients into a purchase with his friendly smile while promising them a special discount, one that didn't even exist, but it always worked.

But Sihtric was a little different. He didn't do formal wear, instead he dressed in whatever he felt like on the day. Some days he'd wear a nice blouse with some jeans and leather boots, and other days he'd show up with a loose fitting t-shirt, some sweatpants and a pair of expensive sneakers. He didn't wear fancy jewelry, except for some rings around his tattooed fingers. He also had a visible tattoo on his neck. His hair was either loose and messy, or tied back into a bun, or entirely braided, and he had a well kept goatee as well as a few scars on his face.

Buyers always were a little wary of him at first glance, as they'd expect a real estate agent who sold houses that cost millions to be dressed as a millionaire himself. But it was simply impossible for anyone to not warm to Sihtric's charm after only a few minutes. Sihtric was smart and canny, he always figured out in no time what buyers were actually looking for and the things they didn't want at all, resulting in many successful sales. He could read people like no other, and if he realised a buyer wasn't feeling the house he was showing, he'd cut off the viewing because he was not about to waste anyone's time. 

Sihtric was also direct, never sugarcoating anything for anyone. He sold homes and he never wanted to sell lies, and in all his years of working in the business, he never had to drop someone because he failed to sell them a home. And he would do whatever it would take to keep that reputation. If he only knew what he had signed up for when he took you over as a client from Uhtred.

You were livid when Uhtred dumped you as his client out of the blue, through an email. First Finan, and now him. You didn't understand why those men couldn't just do their job of finding you a forever home, as if it should be that hard. You considered changing estate agencies, but in the email Uhtred referred you to his colleague, Sihtric, and you decided to give the firm another chance. You wouldn't deny that Uhtred and Finan had tried to find you a new home, albeit barely though in your eyes, they still had tried. 

You didn't have much hope for that Sihtric guy if you were honest, but you still pulled up to the address you had received by email a few days after your agent change. As usual, you had done no prior research nor looked the house up on maps, so the house listed was a surprise at first sight when you arrived.

It was a mansion to say the least, with a massive driveway and a dramatic fountain in the middle of it. The smell of chlorine greeted your nostrils when you stepped out of your silver Rolls Royce, indicating the mansion had a pool in the back. You hoped that it was at least of a decent size, and not like that pathetic little kiddy pool the house had which Uhtred showed you once. Your black high heels clicked on the pavement while your white sundress flowed behind you as you crossed the street. It was a hot summer afternoon. Your large Dior summer hat and big Gucci sunglasses shielded your face from the sun, and also managed to hide half of your disgusted face when you stopped before stepping onto the actual driveway, seeing it was no smooth surface but consisted of millions of dark pebbles instead. You sighed and groaned softly, there was no way you were able to make it to the front door without scratching your beloved Louboutin's.

You looked around and then spotted a rather rugged looking man coming out of the house, and you frowned. You lowered your designer shades and glared over the rim, judging the man's nonchalant haircut as his long hair was tied back, and you muttered an 'Ew,' upon seeing the simple black jeans he wore with a pair of hideous black boots underneath. Your demand for every house you were shown was to be available, meaning no residents or employees living there anymore, so you weren't sure why this man just came out of the house. But regardless, you needed help crossing those pebbles from hell to even view the inside of the house in the first place. And since the man seemed strong and muscular even from a distance, you were sure he could help you, whoever he was. Little did you know that it was Sihtric, your new real estate agent.

You pushed your shades back up your nose and waved at him.

'Uhm, excuse me!' you called out, 'are you the pool boy?'

'Pool boy?' Sihtric murmured to himself, 'who the fuck does she think she is?' He then cleared his throat and called back, 'Ma'am?'

Sihtric was confused as to why you were yelling at him instead of coming over, but he figured immediately that you were the nightmare buyer Uhtred and Finan had warned him about. And you in turn were offended when the man didn't come over right away, leaving you like a damsel in distress on the opposite side of the driveway.

'Do you work here?' you yelled.

'Eh, I'm your real estate agent!' he yelled back.

'Oh!' you chuckled, then made a face, 'oh… okay, so you must be Sihtric?'

'I am!'

You looked at him and scoffed at how he simply didn't come over to offer any help, surely he saw your shoes and the impossible road ahead of you. You truly had to spell everything out for a man.

'Well,' you yelled and pointed at the pebbles, 'surely a strong man such as yourself could help me cross this driveway?'

Sihtric stared at the small rocks and then had to fight a grin, because he knew what you wanted now. You wanted him to hold your hand as you stumbled across the driveway, or even better, you wanted to be carried by him all the way up to the front door. Why else would you bring up his physique like that? But Sihtric wasn't about that special treatment, and he refused to give it to you.

'You got feet?' Sihtric yelled.

'Excuse me?'

'Do you have feet?' he asked, slowly this time.

'Of course I have feet!' you snarled, 'but these pebbles,' you groaned, 'have you seen my shoes?'

'Oh, I see them,' he smirked and looked at your bare legs for a split second, even from afar he couldn't deny you were hot. 'But you have feet, yeah? So you can walk too?' Sihtric asked, amused.

'Yes, I can walk too!' you hissed, 'I don't understand what-'

'Great! Then I'll meet you inside,' Sihtric yelled and gave you a thumbs up, then stepped inside the house and disappeared.

'What?' you scoffed.

You thought he was joking, but after a few long seconds it became evident that Sihtric was not coming out to help you, so you groaned and pouted as you took off your shoes. And after you had finally made your way across the boiling hot pebbles, barefooted, you sat down and cleaned your already blistering feet with the wipes you always kept in your Louis Vuitton purse. You were fuming when you put your heels back on and turned to see Sihtric, looking at you with a shit-eating grin on his face as he leaned against the doorpost. He thought you were gorgeous, and he'd flirt with you instantly if he wasn't aware that you were such a bitch. So instead of flirting he decided to remind you that just because you had a lot of money, didn't mean you deserved to be treated like a queen if you weren't a kind person yourself.

'Well, would you look at that? I'm proud of you, miss,' he smiled down at you, 'you made it all the way here by yourself. Was it a life changing experience? Do you need a foot massage tonight?'

'Uhtred could have warned me about his replacement being such an asshole,' you huffed and got up, 'not very professional, are you?' you sneered as you gave him a judgemental look, glaring over the rim of your shades again.

'And I am delighted to meet you too,' Sihtric mocked and bowed his head a little to you, 'so, now that we're done with the formalities, shall we view the house then?' he asked and turned on his heels, then made another jest, 'you might want to take off those shades, or the house may come off dark-'

'Why is the house not gated?' you snapped, 'anyone can just go up to the front door, and I don't like that.'

Sihtric turned back to you and scoffed with a smile. He then pursed his lips and nodded lightly as he scratched his goatee for a moment.

'So you want a gated property?' he asked.

'Of course I do.'

'And yet when my colleague asked about your wishes during the intake, you didn't mention that. Your only demand was for the houses to be empty and available right away.'

'Must've slipped my mind,' you shrugged.

'Sure did,' Sihtric smiled, then became serious all of the sudden, 'but then I hereby declare that this viewing is over. I will go back to my office now, and I will contact you by the end of the day with a new listing.'

He pushed past you and opened the front door again, pointing you out.

'Excuse me?' you asked, absolutely baffled.

'You want a gated property,' Sihtric said, 'and that is not what this is. So we both know you will not be buying this house. My time is valuable, miss, and I am not wasting it for anyone.'

You couldn't believe your ears, and you couldn't possibly pick the right curse word to call him out with. You had just made your way to the front door only, without shoes, only to not even get a full tour of the property. You were offended and angry that he dared to treat you like that, and so you just stormed out of the house without another word.

'Oh, miss?' Sihtric called after you as you stepped off the porch, 'careful with those heels on your way back, will you? I'll make sure the next house has no pebbled driveway.'

'You- how dare you!' you snarled and attempted to jump at him, but the agent was quick to slam the door in your face.

Sihtric had kept his word and emailed you with another house to view that same night, and your appointment was scheduled two days after your first horrible encounter. That night after the failed viewing, you wrote a long email in which you complained about Sihtric and his behaviour, and you had emailed it to Uhtred. Uhtred in turn had forwarded it to Sihtric, with the added message: 'Told you so.' But all Sihtric did was laugh when he read the amazingly worded rant about him, written by you, that clearly meant nothing. Because despite the fact you were apparently "incredibly offended" and "disgusted by his behaviour and appearance", you still agreed to be present at the next viewing, so Sihtric knew there had to be something that kept you coming back.

And he was equally as amused and irritated upon seeing you for the second time. The way you got out of your expensive car in that tight fitting dress, he was surprised you didn't have a driver to help you out. You wore the same heels as last time, but this time you were able to walk up to the door all by yourself. But not before you had to ring and wait at the intercom for minutes before Sihtric responded. He had heard the ringing the first time, and he had seen you get out of your car as he looked through the front door's window, but he liked to see you struggle in the heat before he opened the gates that surrounded the building.

'Good afternoon, miss,' Sihtric smiled widely as he stood in the door.

'Afternoon,' you replied and feigned a smile back.

You hadn't forgotten about his behaviour, the only upgrade today was that he looked a little more… decent. His hair was braided and he wore a grey blouse that wasn't fully buttoned up, showing off a little bit of chest with his hammer pendant visible, but not in a tacky way. The only thing that ruined his look was the fact he wore those leather boots again underneath his black jeans. You couldn't deny that he was good looking, for a savage looking man that was. Your type was the all shaved and spray-tanned rich business man, who treated you like a queen, and Sihtric didn't even come close to looking or behaving like that. But still, you knew a handsome man when you saw one, and there was something about Sihtric that was undeniably attractive, you just couldn't stand his attitude.

'So, the house is gated and we got no pebbles,' Sihtric remarked, 'how did we like the exterior then?'

'Not too bad,' you admitted, 'but the gates could be higher, because people can still climb over.'

'They could,' he agreed, 'but this place has the latest security system installed, with cameras covering the entire property day and night. It's in direct contact with a security company that is housed at the end of this street, it looks after every other mansion in this area. Also the top of those gates are secured with electricity, giving you a good shock you'll need to recover from when you try to climb over.'

It was clear you had nothing to remark, and that pleased Sihtric, meaning he got to cross one of your demands off the list he had created the night before. He would sell you a house, he knew he would. Maybe not today, but he would in time.

'Now, if you come in,' he said and stepped aside to welcome you into the spacious hallway, 'you will see that this place was recently renovated by the previous owners.'

'I see,' you said and looked at the ceiling, 'and… does that chandelier come with the house?'

'It does.'

'I hate it.'

'Well, then if you decide to buy this place, you can take it down.'

'I don't want to put in any work.'

'No shit,' Sihtric mumbled, then spoke up, 'then you can hire someone.'

'Why would I spend money on someone for that?'

'Why wouldn't you grab some stairs and take it down yourself?' he retorted, 'oh, wait,' he clicked his tongue, 'of course, how stupid of me, you can't do that wearing those heels.'

'I can do a lot in these heels that would surprise you,' you snarked.

'Oh, can you now?' Sihtric smirked. He looked you up and down for a split second and bit down on his lower lip. 'Look,' he sighed, 'just forget that chandelier, okay? That's not what it's about. It's about this house being the right fit for you. So, let's continue to the living room.'

You followed the realtor into the impressively large and empty living room, and you wandered around slowly as you inspected the place while Sihtric gave you all the details you needed.

'It's been renovated last year,' he began, his eyes following you around while he leaned back against the wall, 'the whole house that is. New floor, new kitchen, new layer of paint. It's basically brand new. It's got double-pane windows everywhere, also new, and the size of the windows allow for a perfect amount of natural light to brighten up every room, making it even feel more spacious than it already is.'

'I see,' you murmured, quite satisfied with what you saw so far.

'Any complaints?' Sihtric asked with a smirk.

'None,' you looked at him, 'yet.'

'Very well,' he said, 'let's go through that door on your right then, and I'll show you the kitchen.'

You followed Sihtric again and, after the living room had surprisingly pleased you, the spacious kitchen did too.

'Countertops are all granite,' Sihtric informed you, 'and the cabinet handles are actually antiques, they reused the originals when they renovated it. Furthermore the kitchen comes with the latest technology when it comes to cooking. You got your built in multifunction oven-'

'I don't cook,' you interrupted, 'so all that doesn't matter to me.'

'You don't cook,' Sihtric said, then chuckled, 'of course you don't. Well, then, if the kitchen doesn't matter, we'll move onto the first floor.'

Sihtric took the lead again and walked you up the grand spiral staircase, which he told you was also brand new. He felt confident this time showing you around. Maybe you hated the chandelier in the entrance hall, but so far you hadn't complained about anything else, which pleased him. But his confidence was shattered when he saw your face as you looked around the master bedroom.

'What is it?' Sihtric almost groaned, looking at the perfect bedroom.

'The ceilings,' you scoffed as you looked up, 'they are too low.'

'Too low?'

'Yes, I feel… it's just very claustrophobic.'

'Claust- lady,' he took a deep breath to calm himself, pinching the bridge of his nose as he did. 'Okay, okay,' he fake smiled, 'noted, madam. I wasn't aware you required high ceilings at all times, my bad,' he then muttered, 'probably need it for your ego.'

'What was that?' you snapped.

'Nothing,' Sihtric said. 

He knew for a fact there was nothing wrong with the ceilings, as they weren't low at all. In fact, the ceilings had been raised during the renovation, so he knew you were just bullshitting him. But knowing that, he immediately told you once again that the viewing was over. And once back at his office, he added the low ceilings and chandelier to your shit list, joining the pebbles and non-gated properties.

Sihtric found it was indeed not an easy task to find something that would please you. The biggest issue was that most available homes had already been shown to you, and you had turned all of them down. He stayed up night after night, working outside of his office hours, looking for that one property you just couldn't refuse. And after hours of searching, he finally found one. He went by the place himself twice before sending you an email to schedule an appointment, making sure that there was nothing that wouldn't satisfy you, and he felt confident again.

When you met Sihtric for a third time, outside the gates of yet another seemingly perfect property, you were completely shocked by his appearance. He looked even more rugged than usual, which you thought was impossible. His hair was loose and seemed somewhat uncombed, as if he had just gotten out of bed. Not a professional look in your opinion. Also his plain white t-shirt and black sweatpants weren't very professional for a realtor either, you thought, and you couldn't hide your unpleasantly surprised face as you crossed the street.

You were dressed in your fancy heels, wearing a short black skirt and a white sleeveless crop top. Your LV bag dangled from your shoulder, and you took off your Gucci shades as you approached him.

'Good morning to you too,' Sihtric sighed upon seeing your disapproving face.

'Are you okay?' you asked, with actual concern, 'are you sick?'

'Sick?' Sihtric asked, mildly offended. He was a little tired perhaps, as you had given him a headache non stop with your ridiculous demands, but there was nothing that could indicate he was feeling under the weather. 'Why do you think I'm sick?'

'Well,' you scoffed and gestured at him, 'you look like shit.'

'I beg your pardon?'

'Look at you!' you almost yelled, 'did you even brush your hair? Christ, you look homeless.'

Sihtric stared at you, his duo-coloured eyes full of rage, and he clenched his jaw in an attempt to calm himself. He took a deep breath and then laughed as he shook his head.

'Nah, I'm not playing that game,' he sighed and grabbed the keys out of his pocket, 'come on.' He walked you through the gates and up to the fancy porch. 'The property is gated, there's a smooth cement driveway and, I checked, there's no chandelier in the entrance hall and no low ceilings in the bedroom. So, how do you like the outside?' he asked before opening the front door.

'It's nice,' you said curtly, 'I like the palm trees over there.'

'Wait,' Sihtric scoffed, 'did you just say you actually liked something?'

You glared at the realtor, not sure if he was joking or actually mocking you, so you sighed and rolled your eyes as you told him to shut up. Sihtric grinned at that, and he then opened the front door for you. He bowed like a servant as he welcomed you inside, which got on your nerves, and in return to his attitude you held your purse out to him. Sihtric was confused for a moment, but decided to take it, and you then smiled almost wickedly at him.

'Thank you,' you smiled and walked further into the hallway.

Sihtric scoffed and then chuckled, knowing it was his own fault for falling for that trick you just pulled. But if you expected him to carry your bag around the house for you, then you were wrong. Because he dumped the expensive purse on the floor when you had your back turned, and he kicked it with his foot underneath a decorative table next to the door, all while he checked out your ass as you walked ahead of him. He silently wondered if you always dressed rather risky and revealingly, or if you only just did it when you were viewing houses.

You were pleased at first sight when you looked around, for there indeed was no hideous chandelier present and the hall was spacious and bright. Sihtric gave you a quick rundown on all the important things; the two story home was recently renovated with a great security system, it had five bedrooms, five bathrooms, two massive living rooms, one grand kitchen, and there was also a brand new pool in the back which he'd show you later. If you'd make it that far obviously, because first he was going to show you the living room and the kitchen.

'It's nice and bright,' you said as you stood in the living area, your voice bouncing off the walls in the large empty space, 'I like it.'

'Well, I just can't believe my ears,' Sihtric chuckled.

'Don't push it, mister Realtor,' you side-eyed him.

'Oh, I wouldn't dare,' he winked, and then walked you to the kitchen. 'The kitchen was renovated along with the rest of the house, as you can see, they made the countertops granite-'

'Granite,' you interrupted, with a look of disgust painted on your face.

'Yes, the countertop is made of granite,' Sihtric confirmed, then suddenly lost his confidence, 'as is the kitchen island- I… I don't see how that is a problem?'

'I don't like granite.'

Sihtric stared at you with undeniable fury in his eyes once again, while his lower lip was drawn between his teeth. He briefly pinched the bridge of his nose before raking his hand through his hair, his blood boiling inside of him as he went over your list of demands in his head, and suddenly something inside him snapped. He swallowed hard, then exhaled sharply but slowly, and a forced smile appeared on his face.

'It's only the granite you don't like, miss?' he asked, 'or is there anything else about this kitchen that you hate, my lady?'

'Just the granite,' you said after you looked around again, then looked straight at him, 'and watch your tone.'

'Right, okay,' Sihtric rasped and clapped his hands together and stepped closer, 'no granite countertops for the lady, my apologies,' he visibly feigned his compassion, 'however, I can't help notice how at the previous house I showed you, you never made a remark about the granite, which was nearly identical to this here. You only complained about the ceilings being too low in the bedroom, which was ridiculous in the first place. And actually,' he scoffed, 'the ceiling right here is lower than the ceiling we saw in that bedroom, yet you aren't saying a word about that today. So, tell me, are you just a fucking brat all the time, or do you really have a problem with everything my firm has shown you?'

'Excuse me?' you asked, shocked at his sudden outburst.

'Oh, wait, wait,' he chuckled and held his hands up, 'is it commitment issues?'

'What is wrong with you?' you snarled and gaped at him.

'Yeah, that's it, isn't it?' Sihtric smiled proudly and leaned back against the granite counter, 'you keep finding excuses because you are simply afraid to commit to a house. Same reason you are single I assume?'

'This is absolutely ridiculous,' you scoffed, 'what are you, my therapist?'

'So you do have issues?'

'We all have issues!'

'Sure we do.'

'So what's yours?' you snarked and took a step towards him, 'being rude to people? Mansplaining commitment issues? Or are you just a shit realtor?'

'Mansplaining?' Sihtric half hissed and got up in your face, 'I ain't mansplaining anything. I just want to know why you are being such a bitch about every property you've seen, when clearly there is not a single thing wrong with any of them. What is your goal? Why do you keep coming back to me, when clearly I can't find you the right house? Why have you not dropped me as your realtor yet, if I'm so shit at my job?'

'I don't know,' you shrugged, 'maybe I just like to piss you off.'

'Oh, so that's it?' Sihtric clicked his tongue as he towered over you, 'you just enjoy being a rich bitch, huh?'

'Maybe I do,' you half smiled, not backing away, 'and maybe I like the fact you're not giving up on me as a client, but talk back to me instead.'

'So all of this attitude,' Sihtric said calmly as he leaned in, 'is just because you need someone to put you in your place?'

'Maybe,' you smirked and eyed him up and down, 'maybe I'm just testing you.'

'Oh, are you?' he lowered his voice.

'Yeah, maybe I just want to see what happens when you finally snap,' you added fuel to the fire.

'You want to see what happens?' his eyes darkened.

'I dare you to show me,' you almost purred and bit down on your lip as you looked up at him.

There was a tension as you stared at each other, the air not just filled with a form of mild hatred, but something way more electrifying. Something heavy, something that would soon explode and cause sparks and fire. The tension was thickening quickly and it was something… deeply sexual, that needed to be released.

'I'll show you,' Sihtric suddenly chuckled darkly, 'sure, I'll show you.'

He took a small step back. Your heart was drumming in your ears and you felt your cheeks were all burned up, but that was nothing compared to the feeling you experienced when the realtor suddenly took your hand and spun you around. He bent you over the granite counter and trapped you, his muscular body pressing up behind you while you felt the cool countertop against your cheek.

'Are you sure you don't like granite?' Sihtric asked and leaned in, his voice warm in your ear as his breath hot tickled your skin. He slid his hand up the back of your neck and wrapped around it when you didn't respond, and he brought your face up to the cupboards above you. 'What about the modern cabinet handles?' he rasped in your ear as he kept his body pushed up against yours, 'you got a problem with those maybe? Is it not fancy enough for you?'

You half moaned at his roughness and only chuckled in reply. Because you got him all riled up, exactly how you wanted it. And he was quick to catch on your sudden motive. Sihtric gave you one firm slap on your ass and then spun you back to face him. He lifted you up on the counter, spreading your legs swiftly and he shoved one hand under your short skirt, grabbing your thigh, while his other wrapped around your throat. He pulled you closer to him, and you instinctively hooked your legs around his waist, feeling his hard cock pressed up against your soaked panties as your skirt was already pushed up. You moaned at the friction and began to grind your hips against him, desperate for the good fuck you knew he would be. The sound of his ragged breath in your ear, while he enjoyed the way you were grinding up against him, drove you mad and lusting for more.

Sihtric then grabbed your chin and pushed you to look up, at the kitchen ceiling, and he hissed in your ear, 'No complaints about the ceiling, miss Bitch?'

'The ceiling,' you breathed as you smiled and lied, 'is too fucking low.'

He momentarily tightened his grip on your thigh, leaving a pleasantly burning mark, and he then pulled you off the counter. 'Then maybe,' he snarled and pushed you down to your knees, 'you should look at it from a different angle.'

You grinned as you looked up at him, and you bit down on your lip as you ran your hands up his sweatpants, over his muscular thighs, and you chuckled when you palmed his arousal and heard him groan lightly.

'Maybe you're right,' you smiled devilishly and lifted your top up, revealing your tits to him, 'the place does look bigger from this angle, don't you think?' You curled your fingers around the waistband of his sweatpants, lowering them slowly, then doing the same with his boxers, until his hard cock sprung out in front of you. 'And you know,' you began to work him slowly with your hands, 'I only like really…,' you purred, 'really…,' you brought your lipstick painted lips to his leaking tip, 'really big things.'

You enveloped his cock with your lips before Sihtric could even properly respond, and he threw his head back with a grunt while he grabbed onto the granite counter behind him.

'Fuck,' he hissed through his teeth, and a guttural moan slipped from his mouth when you took his length all in the warm wetness of your mouth, 'finally found a way to shut you up, huh?' he laughed darkly as he looked down at you.

You gazed up at him as you enjoyed sucking him off, giving probably the sloppiest head you had ever given in your life, and you moaned when he twitched in your mouth. 

He grabbed your hair with one hand, controlling your pace steadily. 'You do this to all your realtors?' he husked.

You pulled away from him, strings of saliva and pre-cum dripping down your lipstick smudged lips and chin, and you smiled cheekily at him.

'Only the realtors who have really big cocks,' you giggled, 'turns out you are the first.'

That answer was satisfying enough for Sihtric, and he smoothly pushed himself inside your mouth again, steadily using you and fucking your face until he almost came. He pulled out before he climaxed and helped you up on your feet, only to bend you over the counter again. He shoved your skirt up and pulled down your dripping wet panties, and he pushed your legs apart with his knee. He sheathed deep inside you with ease, but you still gasped at the way he stretched and filled you up. And before you knew it you clawed at the granite countertop while your realtor fucked you relentlessly from behind. He thrusted hard and deep inside you, causing you to moan loudly for him, just as he liked it, but he stopped and pulled out moments before you could finish, leaving you a whining and begging mess.

'We weren't done with the viewing yet,' Sihtric hissed in your ear.

He spanked your ass once firmly, to which you gasped with a moan, and he then pulled up his sweatpants. He took your hand and dragged you with him up the black marble stairs, to the second floor. Your legs were shaky, and you struggled to stay up on your high heels, but you made it to one of the bedrooms where Sihtric pushed you on the bed.

'Master bedroom,' Sihtric said as he pulled his sweatpants down again and joined you on the bed, 'three large double-pane windows,' he continued and grabbed your ankle, 'wooden floors with heating,' he pulled you towards him, 'and raised fucking ceilings with smartphone controlled led lights,' he added before he pushed himself back inside you again, 'comes with an ensuite bathroom too.'

Sihtric continued where he had left off in the kitchen, fucking you relentlessly but being able to watch your face now as he did, which made him only go harder on you.

'Oh, god!' you moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

'What?' he chuckled, his face buried in your neck while he kept your legs hooked around his waist, 'and fucking complaints about this room?'

'N-no,' you babbled, eyes rolling back as he continuously hitted the right spot, 'it's… it's p-perfect.'

You moaned in his ear whenever you weren't grazing it with your teeth, earning a heavy grunt from the savage looking man each time he heard the pretty sounds you made for him, while he took you on the queen sized bed in the massive bedroom.

'Good,' Sihtric then said and stopped his movements, to which you protested again. 'No, no,' he chuckled and hushed you, slowly dragging his length out, 'no, I won't give you what you want just when you want it. The world doesn't revolve around you,' he whispered in your ear, slowly pushing himself back inside you, 'but it seems no one ever told you that. Or maybe someone did,' he murmured and bit your ear teasingly as he fucked you painstakingly slow, 'and you just didn't listen, because you think you know it all. And you know what needs to be done?' he leaned back and grabbed your face, looking deep in your dazed and teared up eyes.

'Please,' you begged, hands grabbing and tugging at his shirt, 'please, don't stop, I'm so fucking close.'

'Shh now, you know what needs to be done to pretty little brats like you?' he asked as he traced your lips with his thumb, smiling, 'they need to be fucked so good to the point they can't think for themselves anymore, because that's all they really need, right? That's all you really need, isn't it?' he brushed his lips against yours, slowly thrusting into you, 'being fucked back into place, being reminded that you can't always get what you want when you want it. Being reminded that nothing and no one is perfect,' he stopped as he was deep inside you, and whispered, 'nothing is perfect, princess… Except for this house you'll be buying today.'

And with those words he left you on the edge again, as he pulled out and adjusted his clothing once more. You were already too dumbed down, you could only agree with him while he helped you up from the bed. He pulled your skirt down over your bare ass and then led you down the stairs again. He walked you down carefully, as you wobbled on your high heels, but he was nonetheless impressed that you still hadn't taken those off.

'You didn't lie when you said you could do a lot in those heels, huh?' Sihtric said with a sly smile.

'You'd be surprised,' you giggled, feeling a little lightheaded.

You followed him through the massive house as he took you into the backyard, informing you the yard had a dining area and lounge area. And he pulled you with him to the lounge space, which was next to the large pool.

'Is that big enough for you?' Sihtric asked as he sat down on one of the comfortable chairs, 'the pool I mean, not my cock,' he smirked.

'Yes,' you almost whispered as you looked around, barely grasping the size of it, 'it's… it's good.'

Sihtric hummed in approval, and when you turned around to face him, he had already taken off his sweatpants and boxers again. AndtThis time he stripped himself entirely, taking off his shirt too, which left you speechless as you took in the sight of his godly shaped body in the hot sun.

'God,' you gasped, 'you… you're so fucking hot.' 

Sihtric smiled satisfied at that confession, returning the compliment even. But you didn't have much time to gape at him, because he took your hand and pulled you towards him, turning you around to face the pool again.

'Now,' he said and lowered you down on his cock again as he sat back in the chair, 'I need you to take it all in,' he groaned and slowly began to fuck up into you, his hands holding your legs up by the back of your knees, 'and by the time I'm finally done with you, I'll want an answer.'

You moaned when he picked up his pace, your head falling back on his broad shoulder while his hot and ragged breaths warmed your neck with each grunt and moan he let out. Sihtric would've loved to keep this going for hours, but he knew he was running out of time and had to return to the office soon. So he didn't go slow on you anymore, like he had done in the bedroom. Instead he fucked you hard and deep again, like in the kitchen, and he didn't stop until he felt you tighten around his cock as you released, and he spilled his seed deep inside you as you both moaned heavily. 

And luckily for you, the property consisted of so many acres that no neighbour nearby could possibly hear what happened that afternoon, next to the pool.

'So,' Sihtric said as he handed you a glass of water, then sat down next to you on the lounge set and threw some papers on the table, 'have you made up your mind?'

'I have,' you smiled at him, your hair just as messy and wild as his.

'I need to hear it,' he smirked and pushed the paperwork your way.

'The place is perfect,' you said, 'but you already knew that. So, yes, I'm buying.'

'Good,' he smiled and clicked his pen before handing it to you, 'then please sign here on the dotted line.'

You signed and sealed the deal with a rather heated kiss, after which Sihtric handed you the keys to the property right away, before he said he had to run because he was late for meeting his colleagues in the office for their weekly debrief. You watched him speed off in his fancy car, and only when you walked back inside your brand new house did you see how recklessly the realtor had been with your expensive purse, as you found it shoved away under some ugly looking table.

'Fucking savage,' you muttered, but couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips while you still felt him inside you, long after you had finished.

'There's no way,' Finan said with a scoff.

The Irishman and Uhtred stared with disbelief at the signed paperwork Sihtric had thrown on the table.

'Told you I'd sell her a house,' Sihtric flashed a cocky grin, 'and I did.'

'But how?' Uhtred asked.

'Sometimes you just have to go the extra mile,' Sihtric shrugged.

'I don't know what you did,' Finan chuckled, 'but congratulations.'

'I don't care what he did,' Uhtred said, 'at least we never have to see her again.'

'Well,' Sihtric laughed at that, 'I wouldn't be so sure about that.'

'What?' Finan asked, 'why?'

'I think I'll be hearing from her again soon,' was all Sihtric said, leaving the men to guess what exactly had happened that afternoon.

But Sihtric was right. Because you called the number that was included in his emails that same evening, and Sihtric was more than happy to meet you outside of business hours from that day on, now that he knew how to handle you and actually had grown fond of you. The same way you weren't able to get him out of your mind anymore either, nor out of your new home after a few weeks.

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[30somethingautisticteacher]

Fighting for his TK

Following the breakup, Buck gets support and advice from someone unexpected.

****

Buck had never felt so numb after sex before. Objectively, the sex hadn't been bad—it had been pretty amazing if he was being honest. He and Taylor knew each other's bodies well, falling into an easy, practiced rhythm. Still, as his mind caught up to his body, all he felt was an overwhelming emptiness, a hollow ache where satisfaction should have been.

He felt his breathing begin to quicken as he lay next to Taylor's warm body. This wasn't right. None of it was right. He didn't want this. He tried to focus, tried to center himself, but it felt like he was sinking into quicksand, each panicked breath pulling him deeper.

"Buck?" Taylor asked, concern flooding her voice. "Are you ok?"

"It's—it's all wrong." He stammered, his chest tight with rising panic. "I'm not supposed... not supposed to... you're the wrong TK, Taylor."

Taylor began to rub his back gently. It felt nice, even as he longed to have strong biceps wrapped around him instead.

"So who is he?" Taylor asked quietly.

Buck's jaw dropped at the pronoun. "Wait. How did you...?" he trailed off, his voice barely a whisper.

"I've known since the first time we got together," she said with a shrug. "You were not subtle with the way you flirted with and checked out guys, but I figured if you didn't know, it wasn't my place to point it out."

"I was so blind for so many years. It wasn't even denial—I just never even thought it was an option for me," Buck said, his voice thick with realization.

Taylor nodded supportively.

"His name is Tommy and he's the best thing that's ever happened to me. I thought he was my endgame, my happily ever after, but after six months he just walked away." Buck's voice cracked. "I asked him to move in with me and he got so, so sad and said I was still figuring myself out, and that he was my first but not my last."

"First of all, you have got to stop with the moving in thing," she began exasperatedly. "And secondly, what happened when you chased after him?"

"I—I didn't," Buck said quietly.

Taylor's expression flooded with concern and confusion. "You didn't? Buck, that's crazy. You always fight for what's important to you. It's one of your most endearing qualities. You never give up."

"I was hurt and confused and so caught off guard. I thought he needed space and would come to his senses and reach out to me. I think my friends and family thought so too because they told me not to call him. I think they thought he would contact me once he worked through some of his baggage," Buck said, his voice tinged with regret.

"I've wanted to call him so much," he continued, staring at the ceiling. "But I tried to push it down. I took up baking as a distraction. Every time I wanted to call him, I baked something, and soon I had enough pastries to open up my own bakery."

"You want to know what I think?" Taylor asked, shifting to face him fully.

Buck nodded.

"No offense, but you and Tommy are both idiots. You broke up because you both desperately wanted a future together, and then you've both been too cowardly to try and fix it," she said, her tone gentle despite the harsh words.

Taylor had a point, regardless of how much the truth stung.

"It's been months now. I don't even know how to reach out to him at this point," Buck said, running a hand through his hair.

"Why complicate it? If everything you've told me about him is true, he wants to fix it too and he's just scared. Go to him and ask to talk, and then sit down and be vulnerable with each other," she said, squeezing his shoulder.

"You really think that will work?" Buck asked, hope creeping into his voice.

"Trust me," she said. "And I bet you'll get some mind-blowing make-up sex out of it."

Buck blushed. "Thanks, Taylor."

"Go now, before you lose your nerve," she said, giving him a gentle push.

"O-Ok," Buck stammered, visibly nervous. "I can do this."

"You can," she said firmly, conviction in her voice. "And keep me posted."

"I will," Buck promised, already heading for the door with renewed determination.

A few hours later, Taylor's phone buzzed. She opened it to find a picture of Buck and a gorgeous man snuggled together in bed, both beaming at the camera.

Buck: The idiots are back together.

Taylor: I'm so happy for you. Now don't screw it up again, Buckley.

Buck: I wouldn't dream of it.

And looking at their faces in the photo, how they seemed to fit together so perfectly, Taylor knew he meant it.

[nipuni]

Ten and Missy! Our Halloween costumes 🥰

[sysig]

Coding woes (Patreon)

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

I don't have a lot of energy these days [because of The Horrors] so I'm looking at my day and my priorities and trying to plan how I'm going to spend what energy I have, because I do need to be able to rest and relax but there are also things that need doing and that is a careful balance for me.

I managed to [mostly] clean the kitchen last night so I've kicked it out of the priority list until next weekend. Unfortunately the living room, bathroom, bedroom, and my office all need cleaning too. I think of the priorities, my office and the bedroom are the most important to me, so I'll probably push the living room and bathroom until at least Friday.

There's also the laundry. I don't have any clean clothes and as we're moving into winter I need to be more rigid about getting that done because days where the clothes can be dried on the line will be more limited. So I definitely need to wash an outfit or two and hang them up in the next hour.

That's already a really busy day, so I'll probably cut it there. But it's definitely going to still leave me a lot of work this week. Half my cleaning, at least one more round of laundry, settling dog food for the next couple of weeks, planting the fall/winter greens, doing some set up work on my computer, work on some writing projects, cleaning out the fridge, and patching some worn clothes. My work week isn't insane atm, but it is definitely limiting. Right now I have 6+4+0+4+2+5+5= 25 non work/non-survival needs (sleep, food, shower, etc) hours available each week. I need to figure out a regukar distribution of these that means everything is getting done and I still have an hour a day to myself as often as possible. I think it's probably not realistic to give myself more than an hour a day for free time/fun, which is a bit unfortunate because I've found in the past that my floor tends to be getting 2-3hrs of free time most days because of how I deal with transition and decision-making.

25-7 [1hr per day] is 18 hrs, so I just need to decide where and how to distribute those in order to keep pace with things.

Lets say the garden needs 3hrs per week, the laundry needs 4 hours (specifically 2 sets of 2 morning/early afternoon hours), the cleaning needs an hour a day to get through a maintenance clean of the house, and 3 hours once a week to work down any deep cleaning that's built up. Which is....already three more hours than I actually have each week. So I guess I'll make a plan to work in the garden for 20-40min of 4 of my free hours each week.

It really doesn't leave me any wiggle room. Only about 4 hours a week that isn't explicitly allotted to something that needs doing, which means there will probably me a lot of weeks where I only get an hour or so at best across the whole thing for free time. I guess I've had a hard time accepting that at this point, having actual time for myself or a time-intensive project is only available if I've taken a day off work. I love my job, but it's ... not comfortable to realize that it's the only love in my life I actually have time for anymore.

I think that's probably why I end up here so much. It's this mindless little way of zoning out into my own head, dissociating away from the exhaustion, for a few minutes at a time. I keep thinking I want to use this space differently, make it more if the things I enjoy. But I think what I really want is just to actually have the time and energy to do things I love that take work. I keep crying a few times every day and I couldn't figure out why, but like

I dunno

Why **wouldn't** I cry a little every day? It's the closest I'm getting to actual emotional release or relaxation in my life. We'd probably all cry. Heck. A lot of us probably DO, capitalism being what it is.

I guess I'm starting to wonder why I'm doing what I'm doing. What is there left for me to sacrifice to this life? What is actually serving me about not just letting myself go up like a fireball and take my surroundings with me? What in the ever loving fuck am I fighting this hard for?

All I ever want, all I want now, is to be able to live. To really, actually live. How does wanting to live bring you this close to killing yourself, whether on accident or on purpose? What am I actually doing that is LIVING and what am I doing that is FACILITATION of living? It can't all be facilitation, or I'm not actually facilitating fuck all.

I'm 30 goddamn years old and I need to figure out what it looks like to actually love my life. I fundamentally refuse to zombify myself like this for everyone else around me forever.

[nerdyfangirlingbooks]

I've had a stupid merlin au idea stuck in my head for days now and I know I'll never get around to writing it the way I want it written but I kinda wanna try anyway even though I am 100% of the target audience

[earlgreytea68]

Okay. It's time for an AI rant.

My nephew is 13 years old. Whenever he writes a paper for school, I check it over and fix all of his mistakes for him. He said to me, "Maybe I'll proofread your paper for you in exchange," meaning one of the scholarly articles I write for work. I said, "Cool," and gave him the file. And he said, "Well, this is full of errors! See, you always say you have a lot to correct on my stuff, and look at all the stuff you got wrong!" And I said, surprised, "What? Where?" Because I'm sure there are typos in the draft I sent him, but not, like, that many.

And then he pointed to the screen and said, "Look at all the blue and red lines you have."

And I said, "Yeah, but those are wrong. Like, those are blue and red lines I'm ignoring because the computer is wrong." And then I paused and added, "You know you can't proofread a paper by just looking at the red and blue lines, right?" And he gave me the blankest look, because that clearly is EXACTLY what he thinks. And it became even clearer suddenly why, whenever I correct something on his paper, his immediate reaction is, "It didn't have a blue or red line."

There's a very good reason for that: THAT'S BECAUSE THE COMPUTER ISN'T SMART ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT IT WAS WRONG.

I am so tired of being sold the idea that computers are better than humans and so we should just outsource everything to them, which is clearly the lesson my nephew is absorbing in U.S. middle school. COMPUTERS ARE NOT BETTER THAN HUMANS. Like, maybe they are better at humans at crawling through rubble to find people trapped inside. They are also better at preserving things in a searchable format. Things like that. Very limited circumstances.

I don't want to sound alarmist but everything I hear about people using generative AI freaks me out. It's not just that I'm freaked out by people being like, "I use it to write novels!" (Although I don't see how they do, I have tried to have it write fiction for me and the output was truly terrible.) But I recognize my bias around creative writing and so no one needs to credit my views on artificial writing. But! Other things are alarming, too! "I use it to brainstorm x, y, or z." But...why? Why not just...use your own brain...to...brain...storm? The computer doesn't even have a brain to brainstorm with! And you might be like, "But it comes up with things that my brain would never think of!" So would other people! You could also brainstorm with other people! Or even through Google to see what other people have thought before you (not AI). Please don't belittle the wonder of thinking.

I just feel like the marketing around generative AI boils down to "Wouldn't it be easier not to use your own brain to think about things?" Everyone. No. It would not be. Please just trust me on this. I'm not just an old person who is out of touch with technology or something. I promise. USE YOUR BRAINS. IT WILL BE OKAY.

[phagodyke]

ahh.. I have tickets for a small music festival tmr which I went to last year + had a whale of a time but this year theres only like 2 artists I wanted to see but they released the schedule a couple days ago and neither are playing before 9:30pm. since I don't live local anymore I'd have to leave to travel back home around that time or I'd miss the last train... and there's not rly anywhere I can crash overnight there (and I was planning on going alone anyway like I did last year). so I think im gonna have to let this one pass me by :-(

[lxnarphase]

━━ ❝ come and put your name on it ❞

special treatment : lap edition

☾₊‧⁺...ft. : gojo satoru + geto suguru + nanami kento + fushiguro toji + hakari kinji

☾₊‧⁺...cw : cockwarming, somnophilia, dirty talk, grinding + dry humping, fingerfucking, overstimulation, praise kink, edging, oral fixation, satoru's silly pet names, suguru being smug, kento being a desperate man, toji being toji, kinji being a bully

✧ g. satoru : sometimes gojo knows he fucks you too good to the point you can't think after, something he brags about to you all the time. but when you snuggle up to him, still stuffed with his cock and warm with his cum, he can't help but run his hands all over you. and when he realizes you fell asleep on his dick, his heart squeezes and his cock throbs hard.

"pretty angel, did you fall asleep? oh, that's just precious...you're making my heart squeeze, i wish i had my phone, you look so cute like this." "did you say my name? dreaming about me? god, you're so precious, i could just fuck you like this...shit, don't fuckin' squeeze on me like that, are you having a wet dream right now? god, i love you so fucking much." "aww, my little mochi is so cute! look at youuu, you're gushin' all over the place. messy fucking pussy too small to keep my cock and all my cum inside you." "mm, fuck, pretty thing. you wakin' up? hi pretty girl...oooh, fuck, d-did you just cum? holy fuck, c'mon, baby, on your back, lemme fuck you, princess, let 'toru make you cum again, yeah?”

✧ g. suguru : suguru's softly cooing at you when you sleepily walk into the living room, whining to him that you had a dream and you wanted him to 'fix the problem he caused.' all he can do is just chuckle at how childish and bratty you can be as his hands are moving up and down your sides while he grinds up into you.

"you're such a brat, you know that right? always blaming me for your dreams. it's not my fault you can't stop thinking about how good i fuck you." "hmm? ooh, i see...you keep having dreams of me cumming inside you, hm? are you trying to say something, princess? d'you want me to start breeding you?" "i didn't say stop moving, did i? or do you need me to do all the work? heh, so spoiled, i've spoiled you absolutely rotten." "i know, but just cum once like this, won't you? if you do, i promise i'll fill your cute pussy with my cum, okay? mhm, promise, princess, i'll give you what you need."

✧ n. kento : nanami loves having you close to him, especially when you sit in his lap. it lets him nuzzle his nose into your neck, pressing little kisses where he can while your legs are spread over his strong thighs, his thick fingers leisurely pumping in and out of your needy hole, chuckling against your skin whenever you jolt.

"honey, have i mentioned how gorgeous you are? you look so beautiful like this...spread open and wanting, just for me." "you're sucking my fingers in so well. look at that...do you think you can take a third?" "it's so messy. look at what you've done to my fingers, honey, they're soaked. clean them off for me, i want you to taste yourself before i put them back in. maybe tonight we can make you squirt, hm? do you wanna try, darling?" "you think you're going to cum again? poor thing, your little cunt is so greedy, she just wants to cum over and over again on my fingers...is my cock not good enough for you, mm? aww, don't pout, i'm just teasing you, darling." "i know, i know, it's too much, but you can take it. be my good girl, just take it and keep cumming until you can't anymore."

✧ f. toji : sitting on toji's lap is, in his mind, an invitation for him to run his hands all over you. his cock is already hard in his sweats, but he's subdued the second you get comfortable and slowly grind against him, groaning when you press sweet kisses into his neck.

"tch, are you gonna let me fuck your thighs t'night? pretty please? yeah, that's right, i'm askin' nicely. why? don't play stupid, doll, you know what they do to me." "shit...keep moving those hips, sweetheart, you feel so fuckin' good like this." "god, i can feel that pretty pussy leaking through my sweats. big bad toji make you that fuckin' wet, mama? y'like grinding that clit on my dick through my pants? dirty fucking girl." "mmh, you keep tugging my hair like that and I'm not even gonna take you to the bedroom, i will fuck you into this damn couch, woman.” "listen here, wifey, I'll wreck your cunt until you can't think about anything but me inside you. hell, I'll ruin this stupid couch in the process, i don't give a fuck about stainin' it."

✧ h. kinji : when you sit on kinji's lap, it's when he's watching a fight on tv. you can tell it's not going how he wants it to go, the toothpick between his teeth being gnawed on. when you make eye contact with him, he just raises an eyebrow, one of his hands squeezing your hip.

"cupcake, do me a favor and get on my dick before i get up and give us a reason to get a new tv." "hey, hey, don't move yet, let me see if he lands this punch...don't whine like that before i put my fingers in that pretty little mouth t' shut you up." "you always squeeze so tight when i press down on your tongue like this...pretty thing likes that shit, doesn't she? go on, fuck yourself on my dick while you drool all on my fingers like a slut." "mm, shit, baby, i can't focus on that bullshit fight, lemme help you. yeah, thaaaat's it, let your boy fuck you nice and deep, make ya cream, juuuust like this."

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[inbabylontheywept]

the fine and subtle art of arguing with old men

it was a good week for testing which meant it was a slow week for me. most of my job is fixing the machine when it goes down. if it doesn't go down, i don't have much to do. 

fortunately neither did marc. in a site full of ornery old bastards, he's the oldest and the orneriest, so it goes without saying that i enjoy spending time with him. he reminds me of my grandpa. hell, he reminds me of a lot of people. i've befriended enough grumpy old men that i've got a sort of momentum to it now - you know how it is, when you meet someone that reminds you of someone else you really like. you get to start that friendship off half built, because you already have an idea of how to like that guy, and some of that old warmth can be brought to the new friendship. a little ember to start the stove up with.

(i think that's one of the really undersold beauties of getting older. you stop viewing people as strangers and more like remixes of friends.)

anyway, i was sitting next to marc and we were talking about the future. i've got my eye on having kids sometime soon (year or two? hopefully?), and he's very happy for me. i've tried asking him for advice, but all he says is that he didn't do a great job with his own kids and they still turned out okay, so i should stress less and trust myself more. i hope he's right. he believes it, at least, and it's a hell of a thing to have the faith of an old man. his faith is hard won.

as for his plans, he's retiring at some point in the next six months, and is hoping to sell his home and buy something in florida. he's republican, so he views the state as paradise, and i'm not inclined to even try talking him out of it. it's his dream, you know? i know for a fact my paradise would be a lot of people's hell. life's funny like that.

still, we kept going on, and it was a good time, and then he reminisced about the last time he got close to quitting - back around 2020. our job required getting vaxxed, and he refused, and there was a big kerfuffle about it before the job actually backed down. i know there's not a lot of sympathy for the unvaxxed out here, but the man's 62. you get the shot when you're under 30 to protect the people around you, but when you're over 60, you're just getting it to protect yourself and it's hard to be mad at someone for kicking their own ass. 

still gave me pause though. i knew he wasn't going to take it well, but half the job of collecting curmudgeons is keeping them around, so i said 

hey. i'm sorry they bent your arm over it, but.

but. 

you should really get that shot. 

and he looked over at me, and i looked at him, and he actually spat. not on me, just the concrete, but it was enough to show that he was mad. then he walked away, as abrupt as anything.

i felt bad about it. i wasn't sure what i'd expected, when he was willing to lose his job over it before, but i'd been so invested in his dream of retirement - the idea of him sipping margaritias on a beach next to his wife, the wife he calls every day during lunch, the wife he says is the one thing in life he ever got right on the first try. the wife that almost divorced him back when he was in the airforce because he just wasn't home enough. 

(but he can be home now.) 

and then he mentioned the vax thing, and it was like seeing a pin hit a balloon. he works out every day and takes all sorts of crazy vitamins and is generally committed to getting the most out of his pension and his life. i didn't want this dumb weak point to be his achilles heel. 

---

i wasn't actually sure how long marc would be mad at me. i've seen him stay mad at some people for weeks. i wasn't sure if being friends would make that time go up or down. 

it went down. i'm glad it went down. 

he stopped being mad about two days later. we were doing front end maintenance one morning, and it was just that simple mechanical rhythm - hex key, replace the anode sheets, punch some off-gassing holes, oil it up, put it back in - that put things at ease. it always does. people working there are too busy to remember grudges, and it has this sort of mandatory practical communication that helps smooth things over. it was going great, and then out of the blue he said babs, you gotta be careful giving advice. those shots come with complications. what would you do if i got that shot, had a stroke, and died? 

and i don't know what answer he was expecting, but i just told him the truth, which is that i would be devastated. i'd feel like i killed him. i thought that was a pretty normal response, but he looked taken aback. he asked why i said it then, and i said i'd have felt the same if he died of covid. that's just life. sometimes, there's no way forward that doesn't risk some kind of regret. 

we finished the tube after that, in a silence that felt heavier than peace but lighter than anger. it felt like the ball was back in marc's court. like it would be rude to take that turn from him. 

we parted ways with a nod and didn't speak until the next day. 

---

i was doing spreadsheet work when he found me again. standard paper engineering - thinking of things we might need and ordering them in batches, months ahead of time. it always feels a little like plugging holes in a dam with my fingers. 

but he popped up, and we didn't even exchange pleasantries. he just said i'm gonna die one day, and you can't blame yourself for that. 

which is a hell of a thing to just tell someone right off the bat. 

so i said what 

and he said babs, i am in my 60s. something is gonna get me eventually, and whether it's covid or heart disease, or a stroke, there will be something you could have said or done before. and that's okay. it's not your job to make me live forever. 

and you know, he actually made a lot of sense. so i said 

okay. 

i'll keep your business yours. i just

you were talking about your retirement before this. and i want that for you very much. you've worked hard for 45 years, and you deserve a break. we're getting to sick season, and it would be the saddest fucking thing in the world if you got this close to winning the race then tripped in the last ten feet. 

and we sat there a few moments longer. i wasn't sure what to say, and i wasn't sure what he'd say, but eventually he just shrugged and said

yeah 

then he left. i figured that would be the end of it. 

---

i did front end maintenance yesterday, after being gone a week. it's one of my favorite things to do. i like working with my hands. i really like working with my hands. i'm glad i went to college, but in a different life, i think i could've made a better electrician than an electrical engineer. 

and at one step, when we were both hoisting the plate back onto the machine, his sleeve rode up, and i saw two bandaids on his arm. 

we finished the install, and i was ready to go back when marc actually stopped me. 

i got the shot, he said, almost embarrassed. like he'd been caught. and i knew he was gonna say something dumb about it, so i just cut him off by giving him a hug. 

i was relieved. hugging old men is kind of like picking up cats. if they like you a lot, they'll tolerate it, but that's about it. we sat there maybe three beats before his hands went up, and then he gave me one overly-hard thump on the back. in my experience, this is how old men tell you that they're done, so i let him go.

carla talked me into it, he said, almost defensive. his wife. his one good decision.

tell her i said thanks, i said back.

trump got the shot too, he said, less defensive, but oddly pleading. like he was consoling himself.

like he was nervous.

then it's gotta be safe, i said, and he looked up at me, strangely searching, strangely vulnerable. i don't know exactly what he was looking for, but i guess he found it because after a few moments his shoulders relaxed.

yeah, he said, one hand on the back of his head.

it's gotta be.

[militaryapple]

I'LL GIVE IT ALL TO YOU.

synopsis. caleb finds out you’re sleeping with other men. other men who look like him. if you wanted him so badly why didn’t you say so? it’s fine, he’ll just fuck the sense back into you.

cw. fem!reader, praise, edging, overstimulating, calebs a big meanie, reader fucks around and finds out, breeding, idk I need him so bad.

add ons. guys I'm so tired OH DONT GAG ME I FORGOT TO FIX THE SYNOPSIS THIS WAS MADE AT LIKE 11 AM BABES

wc. 2.2k

caleb has always had tabs on you. whether you liked it or not. he needed to know what you were doing, who you were with. it was just.. a safety precaution - well that's what he told himself anyways. he knew your friends , the people you worked with , even going as far as learning who your neighbors were. he could only thank his position as the fleet's colonel for letting him get this information. he was originally going to plant a chip in your phone and learn about both your social and personal life but this just made his little watch-sessions a little easier than what they had to be.

and so caleb thought he had nothing to worry about, truly. he knew where you were at all times and have been in your life for a decent amount of time there should be no one new. well - anyone that poses a threat to him anyways. it's not like you could hide anyone from him anyways.

is what he thought, so so foolishly.

it wasn't until you started spending your time at different places. unknown places at that. caleb took note of each and every house you were in. he took note of the people who lived there. man after man after fucking man. he didn't want to think the unthinkable, how you could be so stupidly whoring yourself out for perverts? one night fucking stands? this wasn't like you, far from you. it wasn't until he looked closer at the men you were fucking, and jesus.

they looked somewhat similar to caleb. it only engulfed him with rage. his heart hurting and pounding. if you wanted him so badly why haven't you spoken to him? talked to him? why were you going around trying to find scraps of him while he was already here for you? with you? arms open and ready for you whenever you were ready for him? that's when caleb decided he needed a bit of time off from work.

caleb made his way home. door opening as he scanned the living room for you. he sat down on the couch, still. he was going to talk to you about this little issue you had. it was gonna be fine, right? he talks to you, you tell him and this could all be swept under the rug. it wasn't until hours later, he heard the twist of the door and the creak of it opening.

just like when you both were in high school, every time you snuck out you would try to slip in silently. though you were never really silent, and caleb was the first to catch you back home before gran. what made you think this time would be any different?

he hands clenched as he stood. caleb didn't think about changing out of his uniform, hell he couldn't think about anything. all that filled his mind was anger. pure. fucking. rage.

"welcome home." he said, it was almost bittersweet. you looked at him, with a sheepish smile. waving. "hi caleb, didn't expect you home." was all you were able to muster out, and that was before caleb took a step closer to you. he watched as you twist and turn, looking for an escape. anything to help you leave, but that wasn't happening. not with him. not now.

"where were you?" he asked, his gaze shifting from you to your body. the clothes you wore tolling him more than enough.

"out." you said softly, you gaze averting his. "with a friend."

caleb scoffed, grabbing your arm and pushing you on the couch as he leaned down. you felt like you were being interrogated, which in theory, you were. "bullshit." he snarled. "you wouldn't be out for hours at some 'friend's' house. nonetheless a friend named fucking jacob. do you think I'm dense, pip-squeak?" caleb was angry, his hands balled up. his body shaking. every movement made him want to die, he could smell the foreign musk, the way you attempted to fix your hair. it was the only time he couldn't bear to be near you.

"he looks just like me." he scoffed. "just. like. me." he moved away from you. in a situation like this, you would've blown up at another guy. yelling at him on how he was able to even find out what house you were in, but it was caleb. of course you couldn't hide anything from him. how stupid could you be trying to anyways?

you couldn't say anything, you wouldn't dare. you lowered your head, but caleb wasn't taking that. he grabbed your chin tilting your head upwards to face you. "don't do that pip-squeak. if you wanted me - craved me, fucking needed me , why didn't you say anything? I'm here. in the flesh." his words piercing through you. oh how he hated being mean towards you, your wavering lips was all that he needed to see before he eventually got down. your head lowering so you could make comfortable eye contact with him.

calebs hands moved from your chin to your cheek. "come on pips," he huffed softly. "you're being reckless for no reason. instead, I'll show you how much I want you, how much I missed you, yeah? you don't need those other guys. after all, they can't beat the real thing." he snickered softly, and you could only nod your head in approval.

"ah-ah, say it. I need a verbal answer." caleb wanted to make sure what he was doing was okay, was right. he wanted to make it known that after tonight, there were no more caleb 2.0's. no more 'casual friendship'. that there would be more than what the two of you already had.

"please show me caleb."

he tugged on your skirt, pulling it down your leg as he rubbed small circles on your panties making you groan. he was being mean. really mean. you grabbed his arm, "caleb, don't tease me. your hands are cold - ah, your gloves." you whined. caleb could only chuckle. "you think you can tell me what to do right now baby? really? just shh and enjoy what I'm giving you."

you groaned, he was slow, too slow. your heat dripped as you twitched and squirmed. caleb used his evol to keep you down, leaning in and placing small kisses around you neck. "do you know how long I've had to restrain myself?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"how many times -" kiss. "I've had to get off thinking about you?" kiss. "I've held myself back until you were ready." kiss. "and you've made it so so difficult baby." kiss.

each word sent a shiver down your spine, teasing you and handling you. caleb looked over at you smiling. "i think you're ready, don't you?" he said softly.

caleb leaned in towards your aching cunt. staring at it like he was starving. he grabbed his hat before placing it down on the side of the couch. "grab on my hair if its too much 'kay baby?" he rubbed your thigh. you nodded in agreement as a smirk laid on his face. Caleb dug in. he licked your cunt making you mewl. your hands searched for something, anything to do.

caleb sucked on your pretty clit, groaning as he tasted your sweetness. he used his free hand, making his way up your body. finding your hand and making sure he intertwined both of your fingers.

he was starved. he placed sloppy kissing on your lips. his tongue finding any to go deeper in you. you felt hot, fuzzy. he made you feel so fucking good, other men were useless compared to him. he was right, nothing - nobody compared to how he made you feel.

and right now he was making you feel fucking divine.

the feeling of calebs tongue on your click made you shiver in ecstasy, it wasn't until moments later you used the hand on his head to pull him back. oh did he look absolutely pussy drunk off you.

your juices flowed off his chin while he licked his lips. the way he looked up at you in pure bliss. oh god did you love this man. "you look so cute, and you taste perfect." he said softly, going back and licking the juices he neglected. you shook and grabbed more of his hair.

"caleb 'm gonna -" you whined, bucking your hips up as he used his hand to hold you down. the other still holding your free hand. caleb hummed in approval, giving you the signal that you could finally let out the release you were holding in. caleb suckled for a moment before moving back, admiring the mess he just made of you.

he got up, his evol lifting you as he sat down in the spot you were once in. his legs spread before placing you in between them. his fingers pushing your panties over before they made their way inside your cunt. your hips buckled at the feeling, caleb grabbed your waist with his arm bringing you back down.

"its okay baby, you can take it." he coos "I know you can, 'gotta make sure you can take me , hm?" you moaned as his fingers stretched you. the sensation of his gloves curving as he hit every spot of your gummy walls. you clenched and twitched between him, making him plant soft kisses on your face down to your neck. "cmon you can take it. stay still, if you don't get through this you wont be able to take me." he reassured you. how big was he?

caleb pushed another finger in. hushing you and kissing you while tears strained down your face. oh he was being mean. "caleb - please 'm gonna cum again" you cried. in response he moved his arm that was holding you down. now using one hand to pump his fingers in you and another to move in little swirls on your clit. you throw your head back in pleasure.

"aren't i the best? making you cum twice? jacob couldn't do that, could he now?" he hummed in your ear, you whined in approval. caleb moved his hands out of you. "since I'm feeling generous, I'll let you ride my cock. but in return.." his voice trailing off as he moved his finger to your belly.

"I'm gonna make you into a mother." he coo'd in your ear, nibbling it. "so I can show everyone who you belong to. to show that you don't need other men. I'm here." caleb planted a kiss on the back of your neck.

it didn't take caleb any time before he was unzipping his pants, pulling on the fabrics waist line and pulling out his cock. "I need you to relax for me, you're ready." he said, pulling you up by your hips and straddling you down on his hard on. oh god, did he feel good.

your cunt dripped all over his base. he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. "look at you, messy girl. we haven't even started yet you're already dripping all over me." he grunted adjusting himself a little more.

caleb rocked your hips. he whined for you "mhm that's it, work those hips for me." he moaned. he loved the feeling of pumping his inches in and out of you. the 'pop' noise your cunt and his cock made as he slid out and back in.

your cunt was brimmed to the top with cock. so full it made you think of only him and you. fuck, you were lewd. you couldn't even form a sentence, the only sound coming out of your mouth being moans and pants that were increasingly getting faster and faster.

"gonna come again? come on come with me its - ah okay." his voice was raw and rasp. his gloves dug into your skin as you made a mess on both his cock and his uniform. he didn't care, he was going to clean his uniform this week anyways. it was a sign to let people know that he was yours, and you were his.

caleb still fucked you deep. he caused your toes to curl up and your legs to lift to help him massage every part of you. clit and all. he grunted as he slammed into you, his rhythm leaving and now becoming messy thrusts. "I'm gonna come inside baby, okay? yeah? I'm gonna make you a mommy. oh fuck" he groaned.

"gonna make you bear all my children. fuck fuck" his hips stammered. "just me 'n you 'kay?" you clenched down on him. your back arched as your hands made their way to his thighs gripping tightly.

caleb bit down on his lip, not wanting to hurt you. both of your breaths steadying before caleb moved his head in your neck. he didn't dare pull out, all of his sweet cum would leak out, and you wouldn't want that right?

"I told you," he heaved "I'm better then some lousy rip-offs pip-squeak." he panted heavily. you nodded in approval. he knew that you wouldn't go to any more one night stands. still, there was a long way to go. he still hasn't made you a mom.

and he was going to make sure you bore his children.

[minorlyatfault]

jason todd didn't like feeling weak. not physically, not emotionally, not in any way. he was red hood, the second robin, the guy who crawled his way out of the grave, the guy who made criminals run the second they saw him. he wasn't fragile.

at least, that's what he told himself.

but you knew better.

you saw the way his hands shook sometimes, how he clenched his jaw so tight it looked like it hurt. how he acted like he was fine, always fine, even when he was bleeding right in front of you.

like tonight.

he got hit▰bullet to the side, not deep enough to be life threatening, but deep enough that he couldn't just ignore it. he tried to, though.

"i don’t need help," he muttered, struggling to take off his jacket without wincing.

"jason, you’re literally bleeding on my floor."

"i’ve had worse."

"that’s not the point." you crossed your arms. "sit down. let me fix it."

he sighed like you were asking him to do something absurd, but he sat. that alone told you everything.

you came back, first aid kit in hand & went to work on the wound while he sat there, way too tense.

“you don't have to do this," he muttered.

"i know."

his jaw tightened, but he didn't move away. you stitched him up carefully, your fingers brushing against his skin, & he hardly moved.

"you're not a burden, you know," you said after a minute.

he scoffed. "never said i was."

"you don't have to. i see it every time you push me away." you paused, looking up at him. "you don't have to be strong all the time, jason."

his eyes flickered. something in him hesitated, but he didn't let it break through.

"i hate this," he muttered.

"hate what?"

"feeling like this." he motioned at himself, at the bandages, at you sitting next to him. "weak."

you frowned. "jason, you're not weak."

"doesn't feel like it."

your chest felt tight. you reached for his hand, & he let you, just like he always did. but this time, it's different. that it's not just jason who you're holding, but the red hood as well.

"being strong doesn't mean doing everything alone," you said quietly. "sometimes it means letting people help."

he swallowed, his fingers twitching around yours. you’d held hands before, curled up on the couch, laced fingers absentmindedly.

but this was different. this was him holding on like he needed to.

& then, barely above a whisper, he said, "i don’t wanna do this alone."

you squeezed his hand. "you don’t have to."

he let out a shaky breath, nodded, & for the first time, he didn't just let you help▰he let himself believe he needed it. he let himself accept the fact that he indeed, needs it.

you finally got him into bed, though he agrued about not being tired. but the second his head hit the pillow, you could tell▰he was exhausted.

yet, he didn't sleep.

he just laid there, staring at the ceiling, breathing too controlled, too careful.

"you're thinking too much," you whispered, running your fingers through his hair.

he huffed. "i don't think that's possible."

you smiled. "wanna bet?"

he rolled onto his side, looking at you, with an unreadable expression. "what if i wake up in a panic again?"

"then i'll be here."

his brows furrowed. "you shouldn't have to deal with that."

"jason." you stroked your thumb over his cheek, soft(is what you thought when your hand came in contact with his soft cheek, & is what jason thought when his cheek came in contact with your soft hand.)

"loving you doesn't mean only staying for the easy parts. i want to be here. always."

he breathed slowly, like he was struggling to let himself believe you. maybe it would take time. but right now, he was here, letting you hold him, & that was enough.

he brought you closer still, his hand lying flat upon your waist, fingers just tight enough on the shirt to cling. "you're too good for me," he murmured against your skin.

"& you're an idiot," you whisper back.

a soft laugh rolled from him & lay warm across your collarbone. he drew a breath at last, uncoiling finally, his fingers tracing slow patterns on your back.

"thanks," he mutters after a while.

"for what?"

"for this. for staying."

you pressed a kiss to his forehead, holding him a little tighter. "like i said: always."

& this time, he let himself believe it.

© minorlyatfault, 2025

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

A Week (He Will Take You)

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Danny moved to Gotham for school, while there he noticed that Gotham's ambient ecto was really murky for lack of a better word.

This didn't really affect him too much besides a mild headache every once in a while but that also just might be stress from all his school work so maybe not.

Anyway

This murky ecto seemed to effect the people who lived there or more importantly the ghosts,

They were visible to the human eye like most ghosts back in Amity but instead of looking very much like a ghost they still looked like humans if a bit off putting.

They all seemed to be continuing their normal lives as if still fully alive, with the people around them none the wiser.

Danny noticed this and began approaching them to figure out what was going on.

Apparently the murky ecto in the city had made it so that they were strong enough to still continue a somewhat normal life but not be able to cross over to the GZ.

In other words they were stuck in Gotham

Danny was the Ghost King so he could easily fix this problem, all he needed to do was give them a bit of pure ecto for around a week to fully stabilize them them then he would just open a portal into the GZ and they could cross over with all their things also transferring into the GZ for their new haunt.

Unfortunately this looked rather worrying to an outsider,

Imagine you're used to your neighbor being very outgoing so you and others see them a lot suddenly this man seems to appear in their life out of nowhere an at exactly one week, your neighbor and all their belongings in their home disappear no trace to be found.

You tell people and they begin saying the same story they knew someone and them a man with black hair and blue eyes appeared in their life, then they and all their things disappear in exactly one week.

Of course the police in Gotham do the bare minimum so they're no help.

But it starts to begin a trend, especially online.

"Oh careful or the blue eyed man will make you disappear in a week"

This of course after time catches the bats attention, Gordon had already given them all the information he had.

"Young adult early twenties, dark hair, blue eyes"

That was it.

The bats look into it and from their point of view Danny is a serial killer.

But they can't find the connection between all of his victims, they range from young children and the elderly from different backgrounds absolutely no connection,

Worrying enough he doesn't just make one person disappear he has taken entire families up to over a dozen, without anyone figuring out how he's doing it or why at all.

The disturbing thing also being that he seems to take everything in their home, leaving it like it has always been empty

Like no one had been living in it.

People have tried to take photos of Danny get some kind of evidence of his existence, but when they try to do it, it either comes out completely corrupted or their devise simply shuts down fully.

Danny of course has no clue what is happening he's just happy that he's able to help so many ghosts, and is trying not to fail his exams.

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Danny leaving the house he just helped: "That went easier than I expected!"

Neighbor peeking from the window: "Shit it's that guy! "

~

Red Hood marching down into the cave: " The fucker took many from my territory without me even realizing it!"

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Tim: "I'm pretty sure his kill count is nearing the hundreds and he just started like maybe 4 months ago, this is bad."

Barbara: " I think I got a theory, this matches up with the new school year beginning so maybe their not a Gotham native which narrows down my suspect list."

Bruce: "Hn."

Tim: "Yes thank you B for the insightful commentary"

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Danny trying not to fall asleep while on his way to class: "Strange I keep seeing shadows following me, oh well must be the stress!"

Bats who are pretty sure Danny is the killer: "Has he done anything suspicious yet?"

~

Just an Idea

[gallavichsreddie1128]

I’m Sorry (Rafe Cameron)

Description: Rafe didn’t tell the Pogues that Y/N (his wife and their ex best friend) (and JJ’s ex) would be on this trip to get the crown with them.

Word Count: 2,558

Rafe didn’t tell the pogues that his wife, their ex best friend, would be on the boat. JJ and her dated for a while but things didn’t work out and she ended up in the arms of Rafe Cameron.

The pogues disowned her after they found out that she was dating him. She was heartbroken and Rafe put her heart back together. She was with him while he stirred the boat. The others outside the door talking about them.

She knew that they didn’t trust Rafe and they probably didn't trust her. She didn’t blame them but she had hoped that this would make them see that they could trust them, mostly her. “Rafe, Y/N.” John B said the couple’s names.

They both turned to look at the group that was by the door. “Hey guys.” Y/N said but her voice was quiet. She hadn’t talked to them in so long and to hear her name fall from his lips was crazy. “We just want peace.” That would have been simple until JJ decided to punch him.

Y/N felt rage through her body at him doing that. Almost like JJ had always wanted to do that, probably has. “REALLY?” Y/N yelled at him. “I don’t trust him, none of us do. Not sure if we even trust you.” He said. That had hurt her a lot.

She wasn’t the reason their relationship ended, it was him. Rafe fixed her and sure he wasn’t the best guy but it was enough for her. “I’m not the one who fucked you over JJ, you fucked over me.” Y/N said. 

Y/N waited for Rafe to wake up. It was a battle but she convinced them not to tie him up. She had food and pain killers waiting for him. He woke a few hours after the incident and looked around, “Hey babe. I brought you some food and painkillers.” Y/N told him.

He was pissed and wanted them off the boat after that but again Y/N had to convince him not too. “He punched me. Let’s not pretend that this is just about me not being trustworthy.” Rafe said to her as they ate. Y/N raised her eyebrows.

He was probably right. “Yeah well that was 3 years ago, Rafe.” She was over it and was even ready to forgive him but JJ didn’t feel the same. Maybe JJ was still in love with her after all. 

The boat started to rock like crazy causing them to get up and see what was going on. It was a disaster waiting to happen. The boat was crashing into the water and flooding. “Guys what’s going on?” She asked. “The storm.” Kie said. Y/N managed to make her way to where John B was.

JJ and Sarah are also there. It was bad, so bad to the point that Y/N ended up in the water. “Y/N.” JJ yelled and grabbed a raft and threw it in the water. “I’m coming.” He yelled and jumped in the water after her.

Rafe got there just in time to see them get covered by a big wave. He screamed his wife’s name and Sarah managed to hold him back so they didn’t lose more people. 

Rafe was crying and freaking out. The others had hope that they would turn up but Rafe had lost too much. They all felt bad and guilty that they treated them like that and realized that they aren’t bad people. Y/N never was and she might be dead. Sarah couldn’t help but cry.

Maybe it was the guilt or the sadness but she was crying so hard. Rafe was thinking about it so much. His wife was most likely dead and JJ jumped in after her. If they were alive he couldn’t even be mad about it. What if JJ had saved her life but what if she realized that she still loved him?

Rafe was deep in thought that he didn’t realize John B looking out in the distance at two people. “Guys.” Everyone looked over at the two people walking towards them. Rafe jumped up and ran to them. As he got closer he saw his wife and he laughed in relief.

She saw him and ran to him as well until they collapsed on the ground in a hug. Both of them were crying and saying that they love one another. JJ watched as the couple kissed and laughed in relief. He saved her life and though she was thankful, she was not going to leave rafe for him. 

“I saved her life.” JJ tells the others as they all sit around the fire. “And I am thankful for that JJ.” She said to him. He couldn’t meet her eyes, why was it that he thought she would love him all over again now? “Thanks for saving her.” Rafe said to him.

Everyone was shocked by that but also it made sense. Y/N was his wife after all.  Rafe wanted to be mad and yell at him but he couldn’t. She might not be alive if it wasn’t for him. But the thought of JJ and her together sickened him. Rafe wasn’t an idiot and saw right through JJ.

He knew that JJ was hoping for her to love him again and that’s what scared him. What broke him out of his thoughts was her yawning in his arms. “Well, I’m tired. Goodnight guys.” She said. Rafe followed her to where she was sleeping and laid down next to her. He pulled her body right up against his and he felt her snuggle up against him.   

Hearing that Sarah was pregnant actually made Y/N happy. She knew that John B and Sarah would be good parents and she was very excited for them. Rafe and her wanted kids but Rafe was scared. He never wanted to treat his kids the way he was treated.

Sure he loved his dad but it wasn’t a hidden fact that he wasn’t the greatest dad. But Rafe had no reaction to hearing that Sarah was pregnant. Y/N wanted to ask him about it but they really had no time. When Rafe almost got arrested for something the others did, it slipped her mind.

And Rafe had a lot of questions for her when they were walking around. “Did he try anything after saving you?” He asked after buying them clothes. “No. We barely talked.” Which was true. She thanked him and even hugged him but besides that they didn’t talk. “Did he tell you that he was still in love with you?” She looked at him like he had three heads. She shook her head, “No because he isn’t.” Rafe wanted to argue that factor but instead asked another question.

“Do you feel anything for him after that?” “Rafe, what?” She asked. “He saved your life and did something I couldn’t.” She rolled her eyes and huffed. Whether he was going to admit it or not she knew that was his worst fear. “Rafe, I can assure you I don’t love him. I love you.” She tells him.

Before he could respond he notices someone and pulls Y/N with him up against the wall. The people were talking about Groff. They listened and figured that he was close by. 

Rafe didn’t wanna leave her alone so he bought her a four wheeler and told her once he has Groff to speed off with them. She nods and waits for her man as he kicks some ass and gets Groff. Before Groff could say anything to her they drove off. She followed Rafe to wherever it was that he was headed.

She got off the four wheeler and Rafe immediately started to question Groff. Groff didn’t even get to say anything to Y/N with how Rafe was questioning him. Groff didn’t have the money anymore but he had the map to the treasure. Y/N gasped when they started fighting and Rafe took those things from him.

The Pendant was beautiful. Y/N couldn’t wait to wear it but that slipped her mind as Rafe pushed him in the well. “HAHA CHECKMATE BITCH.” Y/N bit her lip, finding that hot but knew it wasn’t the right time. He handed her the pendant and she put it on. “It looks beautiful on you.” He winks at her. She smiled at him and he looked at the map. They had a long way to go. 

“You know it was really hot when you pushed Groff into that well.” She said to him. He looked over at her and smirked, “My wife is a freak.” She laughed at him and shook her head, “Anything you do I find hot, Rafe.” He looked back at the map as they walked.

“Yeah well I would love to fuck you right now after hearing that but we gotta get our money first.” She sighed. It was truly unfortunate that they couldn’t. “Give me the pendant.” He says and she takes it off and hands it to him.

He tries to read the map with it but gets frustrated. “Here.” She said and took the necklace from him. She used to do this treasure hunting stuff with the pogues all the time. He smiled as he watched her figure it out. 

Rafe, who had the map in his hand, held up his hands as they were held at gunpoint. Y/N also held up her hands and looked at her husband, nervously. “Let her go she has nothing to do with this.” Rafe tries but they don’t care. “Drop the map.” Rafe nods and announces that he’s doing it slowly.

Y/N couldn’t look anywhere but her husband, missing her old friends ready to shoot the guys holding them hostage. It was in a flash of a second that Sarah shot at them and Rafe took Y/N’s hand and they ran. The pogues followed them. Rafe picked Y/N up and ran faster. She told him to wait as she saw the pogues but he didn’t listen until they barged through the door. “Next time we’ll let you get shot.” Kie tells him but Y/N thanks her. He sets Y/N down but still has the map. “Groff didn’t have the money.” She says to the others.

“Hand over the map.” Y/N looks at Rafe knowing he wouldn’t go down without a fight. “Rafe, baby give them it. They know what they are doing.” He looks at her, “You also know.” While that was true this was their fight now. “Dad would want us to work together.” Rafe was about to break. He believed that Sarah killed him. Y/N didn’t. “Rafe, they are willing to work together.” Y/N tries but he yells at Sarah saying that he couldn’t trust her because of Ward. “Dad died saving me. I was gonna die.” Y/N felt tears in her own eyes. “You’re so quick to blame me for everything.” That was true. “You’re gonna leave me just like everyone else in my life has besides Y/N. She’s the only one keeping me going. You’ll ruin that. He’s trying to ruin that.” Rafe pointed at JJ.

JJ stayed silent as Sarah talked to him, “I’m all you have.” “Baby look at me. She’s telling the truth. I know them baby, they aren’t bad people. Nothing will ever come between us.” Her heart broke at the sight of him crying. “We’ll still get our cut?” Rafe asked Sarah. “Yes.” He goes to hand her the map but she pushes it away and she hugs him. Y/n smiled at the sight and rubbed his back as he tried to hold back tears. 

“Hun, I’m going down there to stop them.” “No.” “Rafe, they are killers.” Kie said to him. He looks at the two of them. “I’m a killer too.” He says and if he said that at any other point, she would have been so turned on but right now they were on a mission. Kie and Y/N couldn’t really see JJ but kept telling him to hurry up. He was trying but he was going to find it no matter what.

Y/N kept looking behind her hoping to see Rafe but she couldn’t. She couldn’t lose him and this was making her think she would. “JJ we have to go.” Kie yelled at him. He was reaching into the eye of the sand statue and it looked like he pulled something out but she couldn’t be so sure.

The sand was everywhere. She heard yelling and cheering from him and smiled to herself. He got the crown. A few minutes later he showed them the crown and they all hugged. It was a nice feeling, one that she missed. They ran down to get the others and Y/N’s mind was on her husband. She had to make sure he was okay.

She yelled his name as she looked for him but gasped as she saw Groff. She hid so he couldn’t see her and he grabbed Kie. Y/N had to cover her mouth. She was hoping that he wouldn’t hurt her but of course he was willing to trade her for the crown. They were so close.

Y/N watched as the trade was made and sighed in relief. She was glad her friends were okay. Sure she wanted the money back but their lives were and always will be more important. She turned to go find Rafe but heard Kie gasping. Y/N turned around and her eyes widened, her heart dropped and her soul left her body. Groff had stabbed JJ.

She didn’t care anymore and ran over to him as Groff ran off. She thought about chasing him but didn’t want to get killed. “JJ.” She cried and he looked at her. For once since they reunited he looked at her and he didn’t look mad. Kie and her helped him to the ground.

“You’re gonna be okay. We will get you out of here.” Kie said. JJ gave them a smile, “It’s okay.” “JJ we can get you help.” Y/N tells him. He looks over at her, “Y/N I’m sorry that I messed up with you and never gave you what you deserved.” “JJ I don’t care about that stuff.” He could barely get out words but he had to tell her, “Kie I never told you my wish.” Kie was crying.

“JJ it’s okay…” “I have everything I could ever wish for right now.” He holds both of their hands. “My best friend.” He looks at Kie. “And the woman I’ll always love.” He looks at Y/N. Y/N starts crying harder. “I love you both.”  He said and his grip on their hands weakened. He was dead.

The others started showing up and everyone was crying. Rafe showed up and saw Y/N put JJ’s hand in his lap. He couldn’t even feel relief about this, nothing about it was. He wasn’t jealous or mad cuz for once he knew that she was his and that no matter what they were together.

He got on the ground with her. “Hey.” He said and she collapsed in his lap crying for her friend. “It’s okay baby. I understand and I promise you we will avenge him.” He whispered to her. One thing she learned about being married to Rafe Cameron was that he kept his word. Especially on Revenge. 

[sysig]

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