#OKAY YOU ALL HAVE TO STOP BEING NICE TO ME NOW

[aureatelys]

lunch break

pairing: jesse/fem!reader genre: smut smut smut w.c.: 5.5k a/n: the first scene of 2x03 had me blacking out and then i wrote this in two days. this is my first time writing for jesse, pls be gentle and i hope you enjoy because i had so much fun writing this <3 ty for my dear lover for enabling me. you can also imagine either show or game jesse for this!

summary: You've been distracted by your boyfriend all morning. Jesse knows you better than you expected.

c.w.: 18+ MDNI, porn no plot, post 2x02 but joel lives (!), established relationship, jesse is sexy and reader is horny for his arms, oral sex (f receiving), brief fingering, unprotected p in v sex (lets pretend birth control exists ok), some fluff too i promise!

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You’re starting to wonder if you’ve gone insane.

Jackson has been somber for the past several months—mourning all the losses after the walls were breached and focusing on rebuilding. The makeshift hospital was still as busy as ever, and every time word spread that another person had succumbed to their injuries, the weight that seemed to blanket over the town grew heavier, quieter.

Luckily, you hadn’t lost anybody you were particularly close with. Even then, you’re not sure if you would even have the time to mourn them with how hard the council was pushing any and all able-bodied people to help in the rebuild. Your body was sore and hands were covered in blisters as you helped carry logs of wood to the main street.

So, you’re not exactly sure why you’re about to start drooling, heart thudding in your chest and pulsing between your legs, as you watch Jesse lift a sledgehammer to pound a wooden pillar into the ground.

You stop in your tracks, arms aching despite the small bundle of wood you’re carrying, as you stare, absolutely transfixed.

Jesse always ran warm, warmer than you, so despite the chill in the spring air, he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt that showcased his broad shoulders and thick arms. You watch as his muscles bulge with every lift of the sledgehammer, the prominent veins running along his forearms drawing your attention. The buttons of his shirt were undone, providing you a delicious peak of his chest, as if he was teasing you.

Sweat was already starting to form along his hairline, causing a few strands to start sticking to his skin. His pants were tight, unfairly hugging his hips, his thick thighs straining through the fabric. If you strain your ears hard enough, now able to discern the low cadence of his voice through a crowd, you could detect the quiet grunts with every lift of the sledgehammer.

You blame the fact that you both have been too busy with the repairs and Jesse being added to the council for the way molten heat begins to pool at your core, fingers twitching with the rampant desire to get your hands on him.

The only time you’ve been able to spend with Jesse lately was when he would crawl into your bed late at night, usually when you were already asleep. Sometimes you were able to wake up before he had to leave and would only have time to press your face into his chest, inhaling and memorizing his clean scent. Other times he’d already be gone, leaving a short and concise note but with a crooked little heart next to his name.

So you’re a little sexually frustrated, okay?

“You alright?”

You startle out of your thoughts, tearing your gaze away from your boyfriend continuing to grunt extremely inappropriately, to Tommy sitting on the sidelines while he waited for his turn.

He’s watching you with a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips despite the weariness physically weighing on his shoulders.

Tommy’s nice, always has been, and seemed to be around you more lately after he found out you and Jesse were a thing. You’re not exactly sure why, but you had found yourself spending more time with him and Maria, Ellie, and even Joel. You were starting to feel like you had an actual group of people that cared about you.

His question seems to have caught Jesse’s attention. He stops working, resting the sledgehammer onto the ground and leaning against it, raising an eyebrow at you.

Jesse’s protective, always has been, but even moreso in the past several weeks. He says it’s because he knows you and how you’re a little reckless, impulsive, but you know that’s not entirely true.

You feel heat crawl up your neck at being caught ogling, and you don’t even bother to tiptoe around Tommy like you know other people have been doing after Joel’s near-death experience when you mutter a “shut up” and stalk away.

You hear Tommy laugh. The sound makes you smile, your shoulders loosening up because he’s been so stressed lately with the rebuild and worrying about Joel still in the hospital.

You ignore the weight of Jesse’s gaze digging into your back.

-

You’re unfortunately tasked with clearing out some additional rubble from a nearby building, which means your entire morning is spent with Jesse’s grunting and groaning within earshot as he worked only several feet away.

It’s a cruel form of torture, and you almost drop at least 2 pieces of concrete on your feet because you were too enraptured by the way you could see his muscles shift underneath his shirt.

By the time your group breaks for lunch, you’re shifting uncomfortably due to the wetness gathering in your panties and brushing against your thighs. The ache in your shoulders and hips pales in comparison to the ache in your core as Jesse sidles up next to you silently.

“Ready?” he asks, slightly out of breath and brushing his hair away from his forehead with his wrist. He’s so hot, it’s really unfair.

It was Jesse’s suggestion to take a lunch together whenever you could if he wasn’t busy. Your heart had thumped an erratic and concerning pace when he brought it up, his voice low and tinged with an endearing sort of bashfulness.

It had taken you awhile but you’ve come to find out that Jesse was more affectionate in private than in public. He liked to spend time with you, enjoyed being in your presence and sitting in silence. He didn’t have much dating experience besides Dina, who often took the reins in their relationship, so him making an effort to make time for you despite his busy schedule was new to the both of you.

“Yep,” you say, hoping he doesn’t notice the rasp in your voice, and steps in time with him as you head to your house only a couple blocks away.

Jesse has only been able to join you for lunch a handful of times, often having to give you a regretful smile before being pulled away for an emergency council meeting or to help another person on the other side of town. You didn’t mind, you knew he was busy, knew that this was what to be expected after he had told you that night that he was talking to Maria about being added to the council.

You admired him and his tenacity for wanting to help the people of Jackson. He was undoubtedly the most responsible person in your age group and it only made sense that he got added since he was friendly, even had a golden boy reputation.

You knew that he couldn’t talk about what happened during their meetings, even to you, and you honestly didn’t have much to talk about besides the fact that your neighbor’s dog slept on your porch last night.

So you two walked in comfortable silence, his bare arm brushing against your sleeve every few paces. Even through your multiple layers, the warmth of him still bled through the sweaters and was doing nothing to quell the building heat underneath your skin. The smell of him and his sweat, mixing with the smoky burning of wood nearby, was starting to make you feel faint.

By the time you two make it to your house, you were one second away from falling to your knees and scrambling to unbuckle his belt to tug his pants down and take him in your mouth.

It’s when the front door closes behind you when Jesse asks “You okay?”

You’re toeing off your boots and tugging off your jacket to throw over the rusty coatrack by the door before making your way to the kitchen, already preoccupied by trying to remember what sandwich ingredients you could scrounge together. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“You just seemed distracted today.”

You have no idea. “I’m just tired today.”

Jesse hums, and you think you’re off the hook and can focus on rushing to make a sandwich because Tommy does not give you guys enough time for lunch, when he’s suddenly pressing up against you, his large hands resting on your hips and mouth inches from your ear as he mutters “So that’s why you kept staring at me today? Because you were distracted?”

You huff out a laugh, setting down your butter knife, because you’re honestly not surprised. Jesse was possibly the most perceptive person you knew, of course he would notice that you were ogling him all morning. You knew at this point, there was no harm in hiding anymore.

You lean back into his chest, sturdy and warm, as he noses at the nape of your neck. “And what if I was?”

“Just making sure.” And then he’s spinning you around until the edge of the counter digs into the small of your back and pressing his mouth to yours.

He’s gentle, always gentle, his hands skimming up your sides reverently, as if worried you were about to disappear into thin air. His lips are unbearably soft, maybe a little chapped, as you kiss him back and part your lips with a sigh. He tastes like the stale coffee from this morning and it’s the best thing you’ve had all day.

You loop your arms around his broad shoulders, tugging him closer until the hard line of his body was pressed up against yours. You card your fingers through the tufts of hair at the nape of his neck, humming at the sensation of being trapped by his body, and experimentally tug.

Jesse lets out a low groan, muffled against your mouth, and then his large hands slide down to your ass to squeeze once before suddenly lifting you up.

You squeal against his lips, causing him to smile, and your legs instinctually come to wrap around his waist despite already being seated on the counter. The coldness seeping through your jeans shocks you and provides a delicious contrast with Jesse’s heated body against yours.

When you separate from each other, you’re panting into each other’s open mouths. Jesse leans his forehead against yours, hands on your thighs, and from this proximity, you’re mesmerized by the fan of his eyelashes against his cheekbones as he catches his breath and the way his hair tickled your face.

When he opens his eyes to peer into yours, your breath gets stuck in your throat along with something else you can’t name at his hungry gaze, eyes dark and pupils wide.

Jesse has always been able to say so much with just his eyes; a sharp warning that Maria was on her way to give you a stern talking to, warm fondness when you were telling him about what you bartered for today at the market, or primal desire whenever you stripped and crawled into bed with him.

“Are you okay with skipping lunch today?” he asks, voice a low timbre that sends a shiver running down your spine. His hands, rough with the day’s work, knead your thighs through your jeans, and the silent strength in his thick fingers and the flex of the muscles in his biceps has you licking your lips. You could feel the heat of his cock, hard and confined in his jeans, against your inner thigh.

“Are you going to eat something else?”

Jesse rolls his eyes, an exasperated smile tugging at his lips that he tries to hide. It has you beaming. He squeezes your inner thighs a bit harder, as if in a warning. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

“Yeah, but you love me,” you say, before you could think better of it.

It’s slight, but you can tell he pauses by the way his breath catches and his hands falter. A rush of panic rises up your throat and you say, as nonchalantly as you could, “As long as you sneak me something from the food hall later?”

You hope he can’t tell that you’re holding your breath, nearly praying that he doesn’t point out your slip up.

His eyes soften, causing a sudden weakness in your chest, before he’s reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Deal.”

You give him a shaky smile. You know he sees right through you.

But it doesn’t matter, because he’s leaning in to kiss you again, harder, rougher, as if he can’t find the words he wants to say and lets his desire for you to do the talking for him.

You melt into him, you always do, and when you press your palm against his chest to feel the steady rhythm of his heart, you’ve never felt so safe in your entire life.

“I guess we better hurry up then,” he whispers, giving you a slight smirk, before his hands expertly unbuttons your jeans, tugs down the zipper, and then helps you tug them down all the way off your legs.

You nod rapidly, causing him to chuckle breathily. You reach out for him to grab at his arms, pulling him in to kiss you again.

He obliges, because he always does when you peer up at him with glazed over eyes, as if he’s already fucked you.

You hum against his mouth, the ache in your pussy starting to become unbearable. You’re barely aware of his hands running down your bare thighs, causing goosebumps to rise, before he’s lifting your legs up by the knees to prop your feet up on the counter.

The new position has you spread open and exposed, dimly aware of the way you could feel your panties sticking to your pussy. You’re expecting him to rub his thick fingers alongside your seam through the fabric, coaxing a breathy whimper from your lips, before tugging it aside to thrust a finger inside of your soaking entrance.

You don’t expect him to pull away. You definitely don’t expect him to fall to his knees, face achingly close to your center, while his hands squeeze at the flesh of your thighs before prying them apart.

“Oh,” you exhale, eyes wide, as your hands scramble to the dull edge of the counter as your mind reels at the heady image of Jesse, sweet and courteous, on his knees. His face inches from your pussy.

“Fuck, baby, you’re already so wet,” he whispers, as if in awe. His right hand comes to trace the edge of your panties, a plain baby blue color, while he stares unblinkingly at the definite wet spot at the center.

“I was just kidding, you don’t actually have to—”

“I want to,” he says, and when he looks up at you, your chest aches at the tender affection clear on his face. “Is that okay?”

And it’s not like he hasn’t gone down on you before. In fact, it seems like he tries to eat you out any chance he got, which you were definitely not complaining about. You still shivered when you thought about the first time he ate you out, the first time you ever came from another man’s mouth on you, and how your thighs trembled as you squeezed around his head. You swear you had thought you died and gone to heaven.

Now, however…

“We’ve just had a long morning; you know I sweat a lot…” you trail off. It sounds weak, even to your own ears.

Another exasperated sigh, though this time Jesse doesn’t even bother hiding the fond smile. “You know I don’t care about that.”

But he waits. He stays on his knees, thumbs tracing comforting and distracting circles against your inner thighs, and he just waits. For your permission.

You don’t think your heart can swell any further before it’s bound to burst. “Okay.”

Jesse’s smile grows, making him look utterly sweet and boyish, before leaning in to press an open-mouthed kiss on your inner thigh, and then another, and then another.

“Don’t worry,” he mumbles, as his kisses begin moving inwards to your aching cunt.

You exhale unsteadily, thighs already starting to shake from holding this position and the sensation of his mouth on you. The scratch of his slightly chapped lips, the damp kisses he leaves that cool as soon as he moves to the next inch of skin, and his hands that have moved to your thighs and taking some of your weight, has you nearly begging for him to hurry up.

As if he can read your mind, he pauses, his mouth hovering over the crotch of your panties that have undoubtedly melded to your pussy.

“Besides,” Jesse whispers, and the barest brush of his lips against the fabric has you shivering. You resist the urge to card your fingers through his hair to tug his face closer. “I have to take care of my girl, right?”

And then he’s pressing his open mouth to your cunt, deliberately nowhere close to your clit, but the action still wretches a gasp out of you. His mouth and his breath are hot as he takes his time, as if warming you up despite the fact that you two do not have enough time for this.

But he just looks so pretty, you think as you glance down at him. His eyes were shut, savoring you, brow relaxed as if he wouldn’t be anywhere else in the world besides between your thighs.

“Jesse..” you sigh, slightly frustrated, as you thread your fingers through his hair to push out of his face. Your hips jolt forward, impatient.

He opens his eyes at that and the heat in his expression has you wanting to scoot forward on the counter until your ass was hanging off, if only to get closer to him. He cocks his eyebrow at you and mutters something suspiciously like you’re lucky that I like you so much.

Before you could question him, he’s parting his lips and then laving his tongue over you, flat and over your clit through the fabric of your panties.

You let out a soft moan, your hand on his hair tightening. The action causes Jesse to groan, muffled between your thighs, and then he’s diving in fully, pressing sloppy wet kisses against your core.

It’s heavenly, especially after not being touched for several weeks, but it’s still not enough as your hips shift forward to chase the feeling of his warm mouth.

His hands on your thighs tighten, another warning, before he’s finally dipping his thumb into the crotch of your panties to pull it aside and exposing your soaking cunt to him.

You don’t even have time to gasp at the rush of cool air against your warm skin before his mouth is on you again, tongue parting your puffy folds as he licks a stripe up your seam.

A shaky moan falls from your lips, sheer ecstasy at finally being touched without some stupid fabric in the way dripping into your veins and making you drop your head back. Your thighs begin to shake from where you still have your feet propped up on the counter, spreading you open further.

Jesse has always taken his time with you, steady and focused and knowing exactly what to do to have you unraveling in his mouth. He gathers the wetness increasingly dripping from your entrance, tasting you and groaning, spurring him on even further to press his face harder against your cunt. His strong nose prods at your clit and it has you choking on a gasp as heat begins to curl up your spine.

He traces along your folds with a firm tongue, the lewd noises from his mouth on you filling your ears, before circling deliberately around your clit.

Your mouth drops open, eyes rolling back, and you blame the fact that it’s been way too long since you’ve had his mouth on you for the way your orgasm rapidly approaches.

“Fuck, Jesse,” you gasp, head lolling over your shoulder as you stare, glassy-eyed, as he meets your gaze from where he’s kneeling in your fucking kitchen with his mouth on your pussy. “I’m—"

He closes his eyes and presses his face further against your core, tongue flicking your clit back and forth at a relentless pace, while one of his hands leaves your thighs to pull your folds apart and circle at your entrance. He immediately pushes it in, easily despite how thick his fingers were due to how slick you were, and the pressure has you letting out a high-pitched whine.

Your thighs were absolutely aching, feet starting to slip from the sweat forming all over your body and getting onto the counter, so you finally let your legs fall forward to place your thighs on his wide shoulders.

Jesse takes it in stride, as he does most things, and begins to suck earnestly at your clit while his finger thrusts into you, working and stretching you open so you were ready for his cock.

The thought of him fucking you, bending you over in the open air of the kitchen, has you squeezing your thighs around Jesse’s head and coming hard into his mouth. You writhe on the counter, hips bucking, but his firm grip on your thigh keeps you steady as he works you through it, tongue gentler as he runs it flat against your clit.

He doesn’t let up, that asshole, when your thighs start twitching around his head from the overstimulation. You let out a strangled noise, brain feeling foggy, as you tug at his hair to pull him up and away from your spent pussy.

When he’s face to face with you, the sight of your slick covering the entire bottom half of his face has you clenching around his finger where he still has it slowly fucking in and out of you. His eyes are tender, if not a little wild, and there’s an unbearably sexy smirk on his swollen lips, his tongue coming out to swipe around his mouth. As if he couldn’t get enough of you.

You’re surging forward, capturing his lips with yours, and the taste of yourself on his tongue has you moaning into his mouth, wrapping your thighs around his hips to pull him closer against you.

He eagerly reciprocates, tongue swiping in your mouth while he ruts against your inner thigh. You could feel the heat of his cock and how hard he was through his jeans, and you’re sure if you looked down, you’d be able to spot where his precum has bled through the fabric.

He begins to trail kisses alongside your jawline until he’s nipping at the spot underneath your ear that has your knees weak. Your own slick on his face, smearing against your cheeks, has your face heating up. “Ready to take my cock, baby?”

“God, yes.” And you’re just about to drop down off the counter so you could bend over and wag your bare ass in his face, before he stops you with a firm hand on your thigh.

Before you could ask him, he’s tugging you forward until your ass was hanging off the counter and begins unbuckling his belt. His eyes find yours, ablaze with hunger, as he rasps in a low voice, “I want to see you.”

Your heart thuds painfully in your chest. You don’t know what to say, what you could say, so you don’t say anything at all and instead lift the hem of your shirt and off, tossing it haphazardly to the floor.

Jesse groans at that, eyes immediately drawn to your breasts and the way your nipples instantly pebble in the cold air. He mutters an expletive before dropping his head to wrap his plush lips around one, as if he couldn’t help himself.

You let out a soft sigh, arousal already starting to flare up so soon after you came in his mouth, and you bring your arms to wrap around his shoulders, your knees to wrap around his waist. He’s so fucking broad, strong, unbearably handsome, yet his warm mouth on you is gentle as he swirls his tongue around your nipple.

He releases your swollen bud with a lewd pop, sitting up straighter so he could lean his forehead against yours as he shoves his jeans and briefs down until they bunch up around his thighs. His cock springs free, slapping against his black shirt and leaving a trail of sticky precum. Your mouth waters when he wraps a hand around the base of his cock, head flushed a pretty pink that was begging to be tasted.

He swipes the head between your folds, smearing his precum around and mixing with your slick that was steadily leaking out of you, before notching at your entrance and glancing up at you. You give him a slight nod, barely a tilt of your chin, and then he’s pushing into you slowly.

The stretch is immediate, his finger thick but not thick enough, and it’s bordering on too much despite how needy you felt, nearly aching for his cock. Your hands grip his shoulders, his muscles tensing a small comfort as he strains not to immediately fuck into you.

“Fuck,” Jesse groans, once he’s buried all the way inside of you. “Been thinking about this pussy all day.”

You let out a pathetic whine, hoping he would get the message you were trying to convey that you were running out of time but also he needed to hurry up and fuck you already.

“I know, I know,” he mutters, tone nearly condescending enough that had you clenching around him. He huffs a laugh at that, a hand coming to rest at the small of your back where the counter was digging into you and hikes your legs up higher on his hips.

The new angle has his cock pushing in deeper, and the low, drawn-out groan that you emit takes you by surprise.

“There she is,” he coos. He draws his hips back, carefully, and then he’s fucking back into you hard, punching a gasp out of your chest.

He finally starts a steady pace, one that has your body nearly going limp in his arms and your eyes rolling back in your head. The flesh of his skin slapping against yours and the lewd noises of your soaked cunt swallowing his cock with each thrust fills your ears, broken with Jesse’s heavy grunts.

You’re not even aware of the depraved sounds you were making—breathy whines and strangled noises each time he plunges into you, filling you up over and over again.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so,” he grinds into you, barely swiveling his hips yet causing you to gasp wetly as your hand comes down to claw at his chest. “Fucking good.”

He shuffles closer to you, his hips flush against the back of your thighs, and you thank God that you conveniently moved into an old house with low counters as he hovers over you, broad and solid.

Jesse’s hair continuously falls into his eyes, causing him to swipe at it several times in annoyance. When you follow his gaze, you notice with a thrill that he’s staring at where your bodies meet, and you don’t blame him.

The sight of his cock, shiny with your slick, as he continued to pump into you, your walls clenching and unclenching with every thrust, was heady. Filthy, even. It has your skin growing hot, pressure tightly building again despite feeling like you didn’t have the brain capacity to come again.

The hem of his shirt flutters in your eyeline and Jesse swiftly tugs at it until the fabric is bunched around underneath his armpits, exposing his abs and the way they flexed every time his hips snapped against you.

You lick your lips as your hand drops from where you were clutching at the fabric of his shirt to skim along his abs, sensing the way his muscles shifted and tightened.

God, was he sexy. Broad chest, strong arms, and a thick cock that he knew how to use that had you nearly drooling every time he walked by? You’re not sure how you got so fucking lucky.

“Always take my cock so good, baby,” he grunts, eyes meeting yours before dropping down to the way your tits were bouncing with each thrust. His free hand comes to grope at one of your breasts, squeezing and thumbing at your nipple, and drinking in the way you arch your back into his touch as best as you could with his other hand still protecting your back.

“Jesse, fuck—” you gasp as he picks up a desperate pace. You could tell he was close, most likely been on the brink as soon as he pushed himself inside of you and felt your walls clench around him, but he was holding back. Waiting for you.

His hand drops from your breast to snake in between your legs, causing your breath to get caught in your chest. The steady amount of slick dripping from you made his thumb glide easily in between your folds before circling precisely around your clit.

It’s nearly instantaneous the way your body locks up, thighs tightening from where they’re still hitched around his hips and your hand stilling where you were lightly tracing the contours of his stomach. Your mouth falls open, eyes glassy as you meet Jesse’s.

He curses and then he’s maneuvering you closer, grabbing a hold of your thighs and pushing them back until your knees were pressed into your chest. If possible, his cock slides in deeper, the weight of him as he hovers you becoming heavier. It’s all so fucking good, you’re nearly dizzy from how fast that familiar tightness begins to coil in the pit of your stomach.

“I always take care of my girl, don’t I, baby?” he pants into your open mouth, face merely inches away from yours. He’s relentless, fucking you and splitting you open over and over, you have no choice but to take it.

“Yes, yes—” you gasp, mind going foggy. Your arms come up to wrap around the back of your knees, hand grasping weakly at his forearm. You were so fucking close.

“That’s it, come on,” he whispers raggedly. The low timbre of his voice, smooth and breathless, and the intensity of his gaze melts into you. “That’s my pretty girl.”

Something cold and sharp was digging into your lower back, and when you blink down, you notice that Jesse’s jeans were still bunched around his thighs. The sight of him still in his clothes while you were completely bare and exposed on your kitchen counter had squeezing your eyes shut, fire burning underneath your skin.

You cry out as your orgasm finally hits you with a particular hard brush of his thumb against your clit. You feel yourself clench around him, causing him to bite out a curse, as your hips stutter against his and your thighs tremble.

That’s all that Jesse needs as his thrusts falter, turning more erratic before he’s burying his face into your neck, jerking forward and coming into you with a low, broken groan. His cock twitches inside of you, making you let out a whimper as you can feel his hot come fill you up and threaten to drip out of your aching pussy.

Both of you lay there for a moment, catching your breaths, before Jesse tilts his head to brush his lips against your jawline. Your hair flutters with every exhale. “Are you okay?”

You nod, still feeling dazed, as your throat swallows from how dry it was. “Never better.”

“Good.” He snakes his arms around you so you’re sitting up alongside him when he leans back, placing you gently until you were sitting with your bare ass on the counter.

When he steps back, hissing as his softening cock slides out of you, you let out a soft moan at the sudden emptiness. He quickly leans over you to grab a fresh dishrag, tenderly cleaning you up before tossing the rag to the side.

When you blink up at him, there’s a slight flush to his neck, sweat gathering at his hairline. He shakes out his hand that was placed behind you, shielding you from the sharp edge of the countertop, and you feel a surge of affection when you notice the red lines adorning the top of his hand.

You take his hand in yours to rub at, the roughness of his skin contrasting against yours. “You didn’t have to do that.”

Jesse leans in, nosing at your hairline before pressing a chaste kiss to your temple. “I said I’d take care of you, didn’t I?”

You flush at the words, feeling a sudden spark of arousal between your thighs.

Jesse feels the way you attempt to clench your thighs together, still on either side of his hips, and he laughs softly. He steps back to get dressed, easily, since he literally only needed to pull up his pants, however you stay rooted to the spot, taking the opportunity to admire him.

When he notices you’re making no move to get dressed, he rolls his eyes fondly. He stretches a hand out to you, helping you jump down from the countertop but also because he knew how weak in the legs you get after he fucks your brains out. And he’s right, as you nearly plant face first onto the floor when your knees buckle as soon as you step down.

Of course he catches you with a hand around your waist, his thick fingers warm against your skin. He tugs you in close, nearly tucking you into his chest, and the fabric of his clothes against your bare skin causes you to shiver. He starts to rub his hand up and down your side, naturally assuming you were cold.

Handsome, strong, protective, and affectionate. You’re going to keep him forever.

“Come on you, I still have to get you something from the mess hall.”

[loveinhawkins]

not the loss but the thing misplaced

ao3 Written for @steddie-spooktober Halfway to Halloween prompt, “fog,” 995 words. Rated G, Missing Scene, season 4, the walk through The Upside Down woods, Eddie Munson Backstory

“How pissed d’you think they would be,” Eddie says, trying to sound unbothered, “if I asked them to slow down?”

He watches the glow of Steve’s flashlight scatter across the forest floor. It’s not a pretty sight, creepy vines and other nasty shit all harshly exposed, but it’s better than looking ahead and seeing—

“Nance wouldn’t mind. Robin…” Steve gives a vague hum. “Maybe? She’s got this thing where, like, once she builds up momentum she doesn’t really wanna stop. Going uphill especially, I think she thinks she’s gonna fall if she doesn’t do it all at once. One time we were helping Dustin take apart this… transmitter? Or something, doesn’t matter. Anyway, at Weathertop—”

“Weathertop?” Against his better judgment, Eddie looks up, but at least he’s got a distraction for now.

“Yeah, it’s Dustin’s name for that huge hill, y’know, the highest point in Hawkins.”

It’s a cute thought, but Eddie’s fond reply is stolen from him as he inadvertently glances ahead. He doesn’t say anything, but he feels the weight of Steve’s eyes on him.

“You okay? Did you see something?”

Steve raises the flashlight with renewed purpose. Eddie shakes his head. Tries to think of how to phrase this in the least mortifying way possible.

“Nah, man, it’s… it’s so dumb, never mind.”

Great, his go-to tactic: avoidance.

“Oh, yeah? Try me.”

There’s a pointed silence. And, as if Steve’s put some magic in the air, Eddie feels compelled to break it. Even the claws of his doubt that have sunk the deepest seem to relax slightly, and as he takes a breath, he’s hit with a sudden certainty: Steve won’t laugh.

“It’s just—just a thing from when I was a kid, y’know? I don’t, um, I’m not the biggest fan of, like, fog and shit.” He keeps his voice as light as he can, like maybe that can make the fear smaller. But Steve just looks at him, so earnestly listening, and he ends up tacking on more of the truth than he planned to. “I used to think it’d like. Take, um. Take people away.”

It skirts the edges of the full story—of the long nights he’d be left alone in his old home, waiting for his dad to come back. The place backed onto some woods, and when he was desperate he’d sit outside with his heart in his mouth, just watching the fog roll in.

You’re alone, the creeping mist would whisper. You’re all alone, and they’re never coming back.

He’d broken only once; the unhappiest of years had bled into one, but he couldn’t have been more than ten. He’d called Wayne. And back then, Wayne was only slightly more familiar than a stranger—it’d only be much later that Eddie would figure out the distance was a deliberate choice on his dad’s part—but he stayed on the line, and he must’ve missed his shift but never once mentioned it, just kept talking to Eddie quietly.

Eddie can’t remember how the phone call ended—his next clear memory is of Wayne’s car pulling up early in the morning, the gold of his headlights burning through the fog; he drove all the way from Hawkins, Eddie had thought with a childish wonder, as if Wayne had been on an impossible journey in an adventure book.

His dad must’ve returned at some point because Eddie vaguely recalls eavesdropping outside, dizzy with lack of sleep. It’s one of the only times he’s ever heard Wayne raise his voice: “For fuck’s sake, Al, that’s your kid.”

Steve absentmindedly passes the flashlight from one hand to the other. He looks thoughtful. “No kidding? Me too, kinda.”

You’re sweet, Eddie thinks; he can’t help it.  

He nudges Steve’s side with his elbow, “That’s nice of you and all, but you don’t need to make me feel better.”

“Hey, rude, I was being serious,” Steve says, with a lightheartedness that suggests maybe he’s sidestepping something just as much as Eddie. “I get it.”

It’s between one step and the next that an answer comes to Eddie. His mental map of Hawkins unfurls, and he zeroes in on the Harrington house; of course, Steve’s place backs onto the woods, too. There’s something undeniably comforting about a shared experience, however long ago. But mostly Eddie feels a twinge of sadness. I hope you weren’t as alone as I was.

“But that wasn’t the big fear,” Steve says—louder, more confident, like he’s somehow heard Eddie’s train of thought and is really saying, Come on, man, that’s enough. Have fun with me.

“No? Enlighten me, Harrington.”

“It was,” Steve says, as if he’s a very serious newscaster, “the sound of the toilet flushing.”

Eddie snorts. “It was not.”

“It was so! That thing sounded like a monster, dude, it was, like—” Grinning, Steve makes a juvenile noise in demonstration; it sounds more like static from a radio. It’s exaggerated and ridiculous, and so obviously done to make Eddie laugh. “And I’d run downstairs like this—” He covers an ear with his free hand, briefly stops walking to do a comical jog on the spot, “—so I wouldn’t have to hear it. Now that is embarrassing.”

“Okay, fine, dude,” Eddie says, still chuckling, “you win.”

Thank you.

The laughter helps, but it doesn’t quite stop the flare of anxiety when he catches sight of the girls again, the fog rendering them into nothing but shadows, like they might just vanish any second now.

“Hey, you know what?” Steve says kindly. “I don’t think Robin’ll be pissed at all.”

He whistles, and that brings back warmer memories of Steve in his element on the basketball court, Eddie pretending not to watch.

And as they catch up with Nancy and Robin, Eddie can see now that it’s not so bad really; the flashlight’s beam easily cuts through the fog. Steve smiles encouragingly, and he feels on the verge of some glimmering emotion; feels like he’s been given something that won’t ever slip away.

your fear but a lingering, limbic fear torn from shreds of forgotten years. Only that much is clear. —Alice B. Fogel, Forgiving the Darkness

[delugyu]

beomkai threesome thoughts have been festering…. i could no longer hold back so here u go

(wc: 4.2k / warnings: threesome but no mxm, mean-ish dom!beomgyu and soft dom!kai for the most part, oral (f & m rec.), manhandling, fingering, praise, degradation, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, nipple play, humiliation, sloppy seconds lol, the boys get kind of competitive, choking (f rec.), handjob, multiple creampies… i think that’s all)

You are never hanging out with these perverts again. Twenty minutes ago, the three of you were drinking and laughing and being normal, but god forbid you make one joke that bruises their egos—now they’ve got you pinned to the couch and fighting against their grip.

“Okay, lesson learned, you’re stronger than me,” you groan. “You can get off of me now.”

Kai wears this big giddy smile as he presses your thighs down, not letting you kick at him. His eyes find Beomgyu’s, who’s holding your upper body against him, your back to his chest. He has both your wrists held in one hand, and his giggling rumbles against your back.

“Isn’t this kind of cute, hyung?” Kai asks, playful glint shining in his eyes. You roll yours and give up on trying to push yourself out of Beomgyu’s arms.

“It’s so funny,” Beomgyu says.

“Glad you guys are having fun,” you grumble.

“Aren’t we so strong?” Beomgyu asks, teasing you now. You should have never opened your mouth earlier. Ugh.

“If I say yes, will you let me go?” They both laugh, but neither give you an answer. You feel a little embarrassed, and it only gets worse the more they give you these patronizing coos.

Beomgyu rests his head on your shoulder, which is tolerable enough until he decides to bite down on the skin there. You flinch and yelp, regretting ever wearing this damn tank top. You can’t even swat him away like you normally would when he gets bratty.

You look to Kai for help. “Are you not gonna stop him?!” You feel a nip to your neck next, and you try to thrash your elbow back against Beomgyu, but his strong arms wrapped around you prevent that from happening. “You’re both assholes,” you huff.

“You’re so cute though,” Kai says.

“Yeah, especially when you pout like that,” Beomgyu adds, squeezing your cheeks in his hand. You feel like some doll that they’re playing with as they please.

“Be nice to her,” Kai says, pushing Beomgyu’s hand down so he releases your face. His arm wraps around your waist instead. Kai’s barely even holding you down now, just running his hands down your legs mindlessly. At least he knows when to quit it—the jerk behind you can’t say the same, fingers digging into your wrists even though you’re not fighting back anymore.

“I am,” Beomgyu counters. He plants a kiss on your cheek. “See? Nice.” You make sure your grimace is very prominent in response, ignoring the way you heat up at his action.

“Don’t make that face,” Kai says. “We’re just having fun.”

“You’re being mean,” you complain. Beomgyu laughs, but you ignore him.

“I’m sorry.” Kai’s hands readjust themselves to sit at your hips, and his eyes meet Beomgyu’s. “Hyung, let’s make it up to her,” he suggests. His lips are just slightly tilted up, and your stomach flips because you think you know what he’s planning.

As much as you want to protect your pride and shut this down, there’s something about them holding you down and giving you all their attention that’s making you a little dizzy. Kai hovers his face over your stomach, lifting your top up just enough to reveal a sliver of skin to pepper his kisses onto.

You turn your face to Beomgyu, blinking at him curiously in anticipation of whatever he decides to do. All he does is raise an eyebrow at you. “What?” he asks.

Your face heats up as you return your attention to Kai. “Nothing,” you answer.

Beomgyu laughs, “You were expecting me to kiss you, huh?”

Now you’re really flustered. “No!” you defend. It’s annoying how funny Beomgyu finds this. You’re about to continue bickering, but right as you open your mouth, Kai licks a stripe up to your navel, and you end up letting out an embarrassing mewl instead.

“Oh, Kai was right, this is cute,” Beomgyu says, stupid victorious grin on his face. “It’s easier to shut you up than I thought.”

You don’t respond, too focused on the look Kai sends you as his fingers just barely delve beneath the hem of your shorts. The question is in his eyes, and your answer is in the way you lift your hips up for him. He looks happy as can be when he slides your shorts down, throwing them to the floor and spreading your legs to admire your panty-clad center.

Beomgyu leans forward over you to peek as well, and his prying feels way more invasive than Kai’s with the way he smirks like some freak. Your wrists are still held in his grasp, so you can’t even push him away like you want to. Kai rubs two fingers over your covered slit, watching with a bitten lip and amazement in his eyes.

“Is she wet?” Beomgyu asks.

“She is,” Kai answers. There’s something proud in his voice, bordering on cocky. He presses his fingers against your clit firmly, and the pressure feels amazing. Beomgyu leans back instead of looming over to get a look at your panties, which gives Kai more room to bring his head between your legs and drag his lips over your core, kissing your entrance through the material of your panties. He pokes his tongue out and delicately circles it at your hole, unhurried and teasing, and it makes your breath hitch. You feel your panties soaking through the longer he keeps going, a mixture of both his saliva and your arousal collecting up.

You stutter out Kai’s name, fighting against Beomgyu’s grip so you can bring a hand down to him. It’s a losing battle, and you give up after only a few seconds. Your hips grind against Kai’s face, and he flattens out his tongue so you can ride it like that.

“Wow, you’re pretty desperate,” Beomgyu says, watching your hips stutter over Kai’s face.

“S-shut up,” you reprimand. Your stomach muscles are getting tired from rolling your hips up, and Beomgyu takes notice.

“Need some help?” he asks, bringing his hands to your hips. Your own hands are finally free now, and you immediately stretch out your arms in relief. Before you can massage out the soreness in your wrists, Beomgyu uses his grip on you to push you harder against Kai’s tongue, smothering the poor boy with your cunt. You can’t deny how good it feels, though; Kai’s tongue drags right through your folds until your panties are rendered useless.

Kai pulls himself back after a minute, dazed look in his eyes as he yanks your panties down your legs, getting rid of the cloth as if it only irritated him now. He parts your folds with his fingers, zeroing his sight on your weeping cunt. Your hips cant up needily, greedy for more stimulation.

“You’re soaked,” Kai says, finger catching a drop of your arousal and swirling it over your entrance.

“So eat her out,” Beomgyu says, waiting for him to get on with it. Kai sends him a pointed look before taking your clit into his mouth. You sigh out as he sucks at your bud, but he doesn’t stay long, pulling back to shoot daggers at Beomgyu.

“Do something, hyung. Stop being so useless.” He’s right back on you after that, returning his mouth to you and licking greedy stripes over your core. Beomgyu scowls and brings a hand under your shirt, finding your nipple and pinching it meanly. You gasp and arch away from him, but he brings you right back and places his other hand over your mouth, concealing your moans. He toys with your tits relentlessly, tugging and teasing as you whimper and cry beneath his palm.

“Why don’t I get to use her cunt?” Beomgyu asks, squeezing your breasts as Kai pushes his tongue inside you. Kai doesn’t bother pulling away to respond, choosing to bury his face deeper between your thighs instead. He holds your hips securely in place, making sure you can’t run away from him.

Beomgyu pouts and turns your head toward him, stealing your attention away from Kai. He holds your head still so that you’re looking him in the eye when he twists your nipple between his fingers, grinning when you shut your eyes and jolt at the pain. He brings your face to his and captures your lips for a messy kiss. You can’t do anything except whine and take it, hands grasping onto Kai’s hair for dear life.

Kai whimpers when you tug at his hair, and it serves to encourage him further. He brings his tongue to your clit and swipes rapidly over the bud, and you feel him holding back a smile when you keen beneath him. Your legs threaten to close over his head, but he holds you open easily. You’re defenseless, left to take whatever the two men want to give you, feeling overwhelmed by all the stimulation. You break away from the kiss to pant and mewl into Beomgyu’s neck, breath hitching and body jolting.

“You’re close?” Beomgyu asks, pulling your tank top above your tits so he can see them. He grinds his hard cock against your back as he cups your breasts, humming in satisfaction as the soft flesh fills his hands. You nod in response to his question, unable to use any words, mouth stuck open around your moans. “Yeah? You’re gonna cum on Kai’s tongue, be a good little slut for us?”

Kai stuffs a finger inside you then, pumping needily as his lips wrap around your bud. He sucks and swirls his tongue over it, determined to push you over the edge. Your orgasm builds up quickly, leaving your body shaking with need. Both boys catch onto it easily, working more obsessively to get you off now, as if they need it as much as you do.

“That’s it, give it all to us. Such a good baby, letting us do whatever we want,” Beomgyu coaxes. “Could just keep you here and use you forever, make you our little doll.” Your stomach twists at his crude words, but it brings you exactly where you need to be. Your climax hits you like a wave of ecstasy, leaving you sputtering out nonsense in your haze. You roll your hips, riding your high out while Kai curls his finger inside you, pushing up against your gummy walls.

You whimper as your orgasm fades, the pleasure still buzzing in your system as Kai replaces his finger with his tongue, licking up all the arousal your cunt oozes out. He moans like a bitch, enjoying this more than you’ve ever seen from a man before. His hands soothe your thighs, fondling the soft flesh as he slurps up whatever he can get from your sopping hole.

“Shit, you look so pretty, look just like a whore. Kai, you should see this,” Beomgyu says. He places a hand in Kai’s hair and pulls his face away from your cunt. His mouth is shiny with your essence, eyes hazy with lust. Beomgyu pulls him up until he’s hovering over you. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

“Yeah,” Kai agrees. Your stomach flutters at the praise.

“You should kiss her,” Beomgyu suggests with a mischievous chuckle. Kai busies himself doing exactly that. His kiss is eager and desperate, humming in content as you accept his tongue into your mouth. Kai’s hands caress your tits mindlessly, much nicer than the rough way Beomgyu treated you. Kissing Kai leaves you breathless, but you don’t dare part from his lips, letting him steal your breath and get his fill.

Your eyes widen when you feel something poking at your entrance. Beomgyu’s hand smooths down from your waist to your hip, holding you steady as he circles his tip at your fluttering hole. You break from Kai then, and he holds your face dearly as he wipes the saliva from your lips.

Beomgyu brings his mouth to your ear, his hot breath sending a chill down your spine. “You gonna be good when I fuck you, too?” he asks in a gravelly whisper. Your thighs ache to clamp shut at that, but he keeps you spread open with his demanding grip. He follows you when you turn your head, unable to escape. “Gonna cry out like you need my dick more than air?”

You whine and lean forward until your head finds Kai’s shoulder. He brushes your hair to the side comfortingly, kissing the crown of your head as Beomgyu eases his tip inside your walls. You hiss at the ache, but Beomgyu aids the stretch with a skillful hand over your clit. He rubs tight circles onto the bud, and that’s enough to get your head reeling to the point where all you want is for Beomgyu to sink further into you.

“How’s it feel?” Kai asks, running gentle fingers down your back.

“Feels good,” you answer. Your hand blindly searches for Kai’s cock through his pants, wanting to make sure he’s not left out. You’re delighted to feel the way he throbs in his pants when your fingers wrap around him.

“Such an angel,” Kai coos, patting your head. It makes you smile and lean into his touch. Beomgyu’s hips meet your ass, finally bottoming out, and you bite your lip to keep from moaning. “How is she?” Kai asks, eyes meeting Beomgyu’s.

“Superrr tight,” Beomgyu grunts out. Your legs struggle to hold your weight up, but Kai helps keep you steady with his strong arms. You feel like you’re getting split open around Beomgyu’s cock, the girth of it leaving you deliciously full. You’re clutching onto Kai for dear life with one hand while the other weakly tugs at his waistband. He takes mercy on you and pushes his pants down just enough for his dick to pop out, and the sight makes you salivate.

His tip is a pretty pink and glossy with precum, which trails down his shaft in a delicious line. He’s veiny and rock hard, and you’re shocked at how patient he’s been—he must’ve been aching for some relief. You wrap your hand around the base, holding him still so you can lick up the drop of precum, following the line all the way to his tip. You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, then give him a small, wet kiss right over his slit. The groan he lets out is sinful, and it makes your walls tighten around Beomgyu’s length.

“Are you sucking him off?” Beomgyu asks, a little breathless as he hastens his pace. He laughs at you, and it leaves you a little humiliated. “You need two cocks at once, huh? Need all your little holes filled?” You wish his filth didn’t have such an effect on you, but you feel the way you gush around him as he speaks.

Kai’s patient with you, not forcing you to take his dick further in your mouth than you’re willing to, but he does help guide your mouth around him, gripping your hair to help you sink him further down your throat. You’ve never felt so full in your life, yet you still want more, greedy and aching and feeling every bit like the whore Beomgyu says you to be.

Your back arches, and immediately it makes Beomgyu hit deeper inside you, the head of his dick rubbing against a spot that has you seeing stars. With every drag of his thick cock inside you, you get more and more brainless, forgetting anything except the satisfaction of this moment. His eager fingers on your clit only lead you closer to your orgasm, and your legs begin to shake with the anticipation of it.

“Shit, if I knew how much of a greedy slut you were, I would’ve fucked you a long time ago,” Beomgyu says. He presses his palm against your lower stomach, adding a pressure that has you moaning loudly around Kai’s dick. Kai pulls you off of him, letting you breathe as Beomgyu fucks you into climax.

“Good job, that’s it, just take it all,” Kai praises, thumb wiping at your cheek. You didn’t even realize you’d been crying. His eyes hold a sort of fondness when he watches your mouth fall open. He brings his thumb past your lips, pushing down on your tongue with a wicked smile. You taste your salty tears on his digit, and it makes you feel lightheaded. “You really do look pretty getting fucked. You look like a princess,” he says.

Your moans spill out uncontrollably; you can’t help it when Beomgyu’s hitting all the right spots. He grips your hair and pulls you back to him, ripping you from Kai. His arm wraps around your waist, keeping your body right up against his as he pounds into you. You’re starting to feel overstimulated, but you let Beomgyu do as he pleases.

“Are you close?” you ask him, voice shaky and uneven after all your moaning.

“Yeah, gonna let me cum inside?” he asks. “Give Kai my sloppy seconds?” You hear the grin in his voice as he says it. You don’t assume Kai is too happy hearing that, but you also don’t check to see. Beomgyu’s pistoning into you now, chasing his high eagerly, fucking you like some toy. The growl he lets out fills you with another wave of arousal, the moment getting more intense and primal as Beomgyu approaches his orgasm.

His fingers bruise your hips as he holds you tight against him, finally stilling his movements and cumming inside you. You grind your hips down against him when he fills you up, the feeling of his release painting your walls making you crave more stimulation. You feel insatiable, like you constantly need more, never wanting to stop. Luckily for you, the moment Beomgyu pulls out, Kai’s dragging you over to him.

“He’s such a man, only thinks with his dick,” Kai huffs. “Couldn’t even get you off more than once.” He aligns himself with your entrance and wastes no time slipping in.

Beomgyu takes offense to that. “I could’ve, but I don’t think she could take it,” he defends.

“Hear that?” Kai asks into your ear. He holds your body against him, keeping you upright as he positions your head forward, making you look at Beomgyu. He’s scowling, arms crossed over his chest like a brat. You’d laugh if you weren’t getting your guts rearranged by Kai right now.

Kai’s clearly on some mission to prove Beomgyu wrong, but you’ve got a sneaking suspicion that part of this is to feed his own ego, too. His fingers find your abused clit, so sore and sensitive by now. Your body jumps as soon as he starts circling it, pace rapid and determined to get you cumming around him.

Kai’s dick hits even deeper inside you, and it has your eyes rolling back from how good it feels. It borders on being too much, but you take it all willingly. It’s an embarrassingly short amount of time before you feel the knot building in your stomach again, ready to snap any moment.

“Gonna cum,” you warn, leaning your face into the crook of Kai’s neck.

He grabs your jaw and brings your focus back to Beomgyu. “No, look at him,” Kai insists. “Tell him how good you feel.”

You whine. It feels impossible to talk that much, but you still try. “So good. You’re so big. Nngh—I love it so much.”

“That’s right,” Kai says, soothing a hand down your body in reward. “Go ahead and cum for me, princess. Be good.” You don’t dare disobey, immediately doing as he wishes and falling apart over his cock. Your walls clamp around him intensely, and you feel so full that you’re scared you might break.

Beomgyu comes closer to you, holding your face in his hand and fixing you with a mean gaze. “Was I not enough for you?” he asks. He must be feeling insecure now. “Do you think Kai’s better than me?”

You want to respond and tell him no, you think they’re both incredible, but before you can get any words out, Kai’s jackhammering into you and stealing your breath. The feeling is so overwhelming that all you can do is pathetically reach forward and cling onto Beomgyu.

“Clearly she does,” Kai answers for you. You shake your head rapidly, eyes wide like you’re scared Beomgyu might believe him.

“She’s saying no,” Beomgyu points out.

“That’s cause she’s too nice to hurt your feelings.” You’re literally caught in the middle of their ego-stroking contest.

Beomgyu’s hand moves down to your throat, lightly squeezing down. You almost cum again on the spot. Your brain feels fried, completely out of it in your lust-drunk state. Any little brush against your skin could make you cry out.

“Are you gonna answer for yourself, or are you just gonna let Kai do everything for you?” There’s venom laced inside the question.

“You don’t need to do anything, princess. I like doing everything for you,” Kai says.

You still try to answer Beomgyu nonetheless; if not to heal his insecurities, then at least to make yourself feel less like some object to fight over. “You’re both so good to me,” you say.

Beomgyu smiles and runs his hand through your hair. You can tell that he needed to hear that. He removes his hand from your throat and brings it up to your jaw instead, holding your face still as he leans in for a kiss. He coaxes your lips apart easily, and you let him explore eagerly. He licks into your mouth like he needs to steal something from you, like he’s reclaiming something. He takes your hand and places it around his shaft, already hard again. You jerk him obediently, eating up the moans he spills into your mouth.

Kai fucks you with hard, focused strokes, and his rhythm is so perfect that it has you seeing stars. You’re trembling with oversensitivity, but Kai still plays with your body as much as he wants. His hands find your tits, carefully massaging them and listening to your whines intently. He brings his mouth to your neck, trailing wet kisses all across your skin. He makes his way up to your jaw before he gently urges you away from Beomgyu’s kiss and into his own. Pleasure builds rapidly inside you from all their attention, and you’re about to explode yet again.

Your hand hastens its pace over Beomgyu’s cock, thumb swiping at his slit, coaxing more precum out. The sticky substance helps you glide over his length, and he holds your fist still so he can fuck into it himself. He’s a mess of moans, and the noises help to push you over the edge as well, tightening again around Kai’s dick.

Kai doesn’t part from your lips, sloppily making out with you as you cum around him. His pace loses its rhythm as his own high looms over him, chasing it desperately as he slams into you. It’s hard to take now, but you keep your complaints to yourself, because you’re dying to feel him shoot his load in you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Beomgyu warns. You twist your hand around him to aid in getting him there, so willing to make him burst. Only a few seconds later, his seed is shooting out onto your torso, white strands decorating your body. He groans something strangled and deep, and you etch this memory into your head to keep forever.

Kai’s nearly there too, holding onto you tight as he delivers his last few thrusts. His dick twitches as he finally empties himself, leaning into your neck to groan against your skin. You whimper at the feeling of being filled up again, so satisfied that you feel like you’re floating.

The three of you catch your breath, heavy pants filling the room as you slowly collapse against the couch. Kai pulls out of you and lets you lay on top of him. You feel the rise and fall of his chest, and it grounds you back to earth. It grounds you too much, matter of fact, because the whole night suddenly hits you like a train. You just fucked your friends. It’s a very sobering realization.

“I swear I’m not a whore,” you say. It’s half-joke, half-defense. Both the boys laugh.

“You were moaning like one a minute ago,” Beomgyu says. He leans his head against your thigh, eyes zeroing in on your cunt. “And you got cum leaking out of you,” he adds.

“We know you’re not a whore,” Kai says. You laugh, but it really does comfort you to hear. You didn’t want your friends’ perception of you to change because of this.

“What’s wrong with being a whore?” Beomgyu asks.

“You’re only saying that cause you are one,” you tease. Beomgyu chuckles and pinches your clit in retaliation, reveling in the way your whole body jumps at that. You even feel Kai laughing from under you. “You suck,” you say, groaning.

“Give me ten minutes and I can show you how true that is,” he snickers, an evil grin on his face. This might be the longest night of your life.

[yoiisa]

Hey Sofie!! Hope you're doing well! I wanted to make a request for a Wind breaker fic if that's okay!

Can you do a Sakura Haruka x Reader one where Reader's been pining (mutually but Sakura is so dense he doesn't even know what he's feeling) after Sakura for like a while. And like just recently figured out that they've liked him romantically.

I'm pretty sure you know how sensitive Sakura is to romantic stuff, and if you've read the manga, and has like a romantic sensor where he can tell someone has feelings just by the look in their face.

Now, what about Reader is trying their best to hide their feelings for Sakura and Sakura is like 'THEY LIKE SOMEONE?!' And that's the whole plot. They get together by the end of it.

IM REALLY SORRY IF I'M LIKE BEING TOO SPECIFIC ITS JUST THAT THIS CAME TO MY MIND AND I COULDNT GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD 💔😣

Feel free to ignore if you don't like this 🙏 Thanks for reading!! 🌹

this is so cute oml. it reminded me of this time I didn't realize a guy had a crush on me until five months after we stopped talking and my friend was the one who pointed it out (ᵕ—ᴗ—) im suuuppper dense irl!

➜ in my mind, the first person to actually bring it up to Sakura would be Nirei. Like, it would be as they're leaving school for the day, and you happen to be there ➜ here's the thing though: like you said, he can still tell something's up. that blush you're rocking doesn't go unnoticed. he just thinks it's for someone else entirely

"Sakura!" you call, waving your hand. Nirei, Suo, Kiryu, Sakura, and Tsuguera come to a pause as they see you walk over. You hold some small wrapped candies out to them. "I got these in a goodie bag from the arcade. I don't like these flavors so you can have them!" Sakura, cocking his head to the side just huffs. He can feel his face growing warmer by the minute, and he's not about that. He casts his gaze off to the side and huffs, "I don't want your leftovers . . ." but he still takes them! "That was really nice of Y/N!" Nirei says as you send them a wave and walk away. "What flavors did she bring?" Kiryu asks, peaking at the wrappers in Sakura's hands. Sakura rolls his eyes and practically throws them into Nirei's hands. "Tch. Who cares? She just wanted an excuse to come over here and see Suo." When the boys all freeze and stare at him like he's grown fifty heads, all he can manage is a flustered "The fuck are you looking at?!"

➜ and here's the kicker. this goes on for months. literal months of sakura thinking that you want suo, because every time you come over, suo just happens to be nearby. ➜ you also go to suo for advice on Sakura as well, so you're spending even more time with him through that, and it really isn't helping your case here ➜ all of the other boys can tell though, that it's sakura you want, but none of them say anything: nirei feels bad for keeping quiet and tries to change the subject whenever you come up, kiryu says you could do better (which sakura wholeheartedly agrees with, completely oblivious to what kiryu's actually saying) tsuguera doesn't really care all that much, and suo? ➜ SUO THINKS IT'S HILARIOUS ➜ always one to mess with sakura, he's taking this incredibly seriously. he nods in agreement with sakura's assessments, and moans about how "it's too bad, she's such a nice girl but I'm just no interested . . . oh what to do . . ." ➜ and sakura feels bad, so he overcompensates for what suo's "lacking" ➜ he's more warm with you when you walk up to him ➜ if the two of you go somewhere together after/before school starts, like kotoha's restaurant, he'll carry your bags for you. if you see something you like, like a keychain or even one time, just a really good looking apple, by the next day, it's yours. you get worried at first that sakura's spreading his funds low over you, but he just waves you off and says it's from bofurin's influence.

"Sakura, seriously?" you sigh as he holds out a tiny stuffie of a white puppy with a black spot on its eye. "I didn't even touch it . . ." "But you wanted it didn't you?" Sakura asks before gently tossing the small dog to you. "I saw you staring at it when we walked past." "Yeah, but I didn't get it because it's a collectors edition from this brand. This must've been crazy expensive!" Sakura just shrugs. "The owner of that store gave me a discount. Said his daughter knows Umemiya or something. Said he likes Bofurin . . ." You gently stroke the soft fabric of the dog's coat. you do really like it, and the asymmetrical design kinda reminds you of Sakura. Your eyes widen as a hand comes up and pats you. When you look up through your lashes, you see Sakura's face growing pinker by the second. You feel your own cheeks heat as he says, "You wanted it, Y/N. That's . . . that's reason enough." His words are hardly a whisper, and his voice is hoarse, as if he's forcing them out. Still, it's genuine enough that it earns a bright smile from you, and a soft "Thank you."

➜ eventually sakura reaches his breaking point with suo, because he wants you! of course he wants you, who wouldn't? you're smart, talented, and beautiful! suo is so ungrateful for not appreciating you properly, and sakura tells him as much

"What's your damage asshole?" Sakura grumbles one day as he pokes a straw through his juice box. It's hot outside, and he just got finished cleaning up grafiti on the side of some convenience store. "Hmm? What do you mean?" Suo asks as he wipes his forehead on the collar of his shirt. "If you don't have feelings for her, just reject her already," Sakura snaps. "It's worse for you to drag it out and make her think she has a chance with you-" "Who're you talking about?" Hiragi asks, unwrapping his ice cream sandwich. "Y/N L/N," Suo says. "You know her?" "Oh," Hiragi says. "Eh, not all that much. I saw her at Kotoha's restaurant the other day though. She was talking about some guy thing, but I could've sworn she said 'Sakura' and not 'Suo'-"

➜ oh lordy, poor sakura's brain just breaks ➜ like full on short circuits ➜ because what the actual fuck does hiragi mean you were talking about him to kotoha? that doesn't make any sense ➜ but when he looks up at nirei and suo, they're giving him knowing smiles. ➜ he thinks back to the past four months and how you were always trying to single him out from the group. he thinks about the sparkle in your eyes whenever you saw him and how you brighten, and how your smile widens, and how- ➜ HOLY SHIT YOU LIKE HIM-

Sakura body is moving before he can even compute anything happening around him. Suddenly, his entire being is on a one track minded sprint to your side, desperate to see you. You're standing outside, taking out the trash when he turns the corner to your street. You have lounge shorts on, a loose white shirt and your hair tied in a low ponytail. You fluff your shirt's collar to try and ventilate yourself better on this hot day, and as you look up, you see Sakura. "Oh! Sakura, hi-" You hardly manage another word, as he practically collapses onto you. His arms come around your shoulders and he squeezes. "You should've told me, idiot." "W-what?" you stammer, your arms coming up to his biceps. He huffs and pulls back, staring at you. His face is so red, he looks sunburnt, but you know he's just incredibly embarrassed. "I like you too, dumbass. So . . . so you should've told me! I was thinking it was Suo this whole time!" You give him an unimpressed look. "Suo? Seriously?" "Still!" Sakura cries out before shaking his head. He wraps his arms around you in a tight hug and huffs. "Whatever. It's over now anyways. I know everything and you know everything so we're good now." You return the hug, your arms equally tight and nod.

➜ around the corner, nirei, suo, and hiragi stand there, watching the spectacle unfold ➜ hiragi is just incredibly confused, but nirei looks close to tears of happiness and suo's messaging in a separate group chat with nirei, kiryu, and tsuguera. one that they made specifically to gossip about you and sakura

suo hayato: (one attached photo) SUCCESS! ദ്ദി´ ˘ `)✧

[kxsagi]

“𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬”

a/n: title has a double meaning :p 

like yes, dante is a demon hunter that fights demons from hell, but he also is fighting the demons in his head because he’s not over you, his ex, at all. 

(artist is Warsong_zhange on X)

being a demon hunter meant dante had seen some pretty horrifying things – limbs torn off, hell gates opening in the middle of suburban malls, one time a demon that looked suspiciously like his landlord. but nothing, nothing, came close to the horror of realizing he still wasn’t over you. 

and yeah, that sounded dramatic, but so was he. sue him. 

he was currently slicing through a hellspawn with rebellion, blood and black goo flying everywhere, but all he could think about was how you used to get mad when he came home tracking demon guts across your nice rug. 

“you have two feet, dante. two!” 

“yeah, and they both kicked ass today.” 

“you’re sleeping on the couch.” 

“... that’s fair.” 

gosh, he missed that couch. not because it was comfortable (it wasn’t), but because you were on it. in a hoodie three sizes too big, hair a mess, and snuggled up against him after cleaning his dirty blood-stained clothes. 

now? his clothes were still stained with demon blood. but he had no hoodie-wearing ex to nag him about disinfectant or maybe not fighting a lava demon with a hangover next time. 

he slammed the last demon’s head into the pavement with a grunt, letting out a breath. the alley was quiet again, save for the soft squelch of goo under his boots. 

“great,” he muttered. “another tuesday night and i’m talking to myself like a lunatic.” 

he checked his phone. no new texts. no calls. not even spam. 

romantic, huh? 

dante shook his head. he knew he was a mess. 

not like “oh, some paperwork’s out of order” kind of mess. more like “the building’s on fire, there’s a weird creature sleeping on the roof, and uh oh, i’m using the microwave to dry my socks again” kind of mess. 

trish had stopped by earlier and taken one look at him slumped over his desk with an energy drink in one hand and a half-eaten slice of pizza on his face before saying, “you look like if insomnia had a kid with bad decisions.” 

accurate. 

he hadn’t really slept since you left. sure, he could pass out after a rough mission, but the dreams were hell. either he dreamed of demons ripping through the city, or worse, dreamed of you. 

you, in his arms. you, calling him an idiot. you, stealing his coat and insisting it was now yours “legally.” 

you, walking out the door because he couldn’t stop shutting down every time you tried to love him properly. 

dante wasn’t good at feelings. he was good at fighting, flirting, and ordering pizza. he was less good at not being emotionally constipated. but hey, he was working on it. kind of. 

he sat back, stretched, and cracked his neck. then promptly groaned because apparently he was twenty-something with the spine of a boomer. 

“man, maybe i’m the demon,” he muttered, rubbing his back. “i mean i know i am, but metaphorically.” 

he picked up a picture frame that had somehow survived the chaos. it was you. holding his sword. upside down. grinning like a gremlin. you’d written ‘guess i’m the real demon hunter now, loser’ on the back. 

he stared at it for a long time. then he said, out loud, “i hope you’re doing okay, wherever you are. and also, i hope you haven’t replaced me with a boring guy named ‘todd’ who doesn’t know how to hold a sword.” 

the next morning, he got a call from lucia. demon outbreak near fortuna. ruins. weird spikes in energy. usual deal. 

he said yes immediately. not because he wanted to save the world or anything noble like that. mostly because he needed a distraction from the fact that he tried to cuddle a pillow last night and whispered “you smell like her” to it (which he would be taking to his grave). 

but it was unsuccessful as you still stayed rent-free in his head, even when the ruins were cold and dramatic and full of fog. perfect date night setting, honestly. just needed a bottle of wine and someone to scream: “THIS ISN’T EVEN MY FINAL FORM!” 

dante wandered through, sword slung over his shoulder, humming something off-key. 

he’d just sliced through a hellhound when he heard a voice. a familiar one. a voice that made every single hair on his neck stand up and also reminded him of the time he spilled coffee on your favorite white shirt and tried to blame it on a poltergeist. 

“hold the scanner steady,” your voice rang. “you’re shaking like a chihuahua on espresso.” 

dante froze. peeked around the pillar. and there you were. glasses on. gloves off. scolding some poor assistant. clipboard in hand. 

you looked good. too good. offensively good. like, “he might actually throw himself into a demon pit out of spite” good. 

and worst of all? you were smiling. 

he ducked back behind the pillar like a man who’d just seen his ex and remembered he hadn’t washed his hair in three days. which he hadn’t. 

“okay, dante,” he whispered to himself. “you’ve fought literal satan. you can say hi to your ex without having a breakdown.” 

lies. 

but he squared his shoulders, walked up like nothing was wrong, and casually said: “so… this is where you’ve been hiding, huh?” 

you blinked. turned. stared. and then said, “are you wearing two different boots?” 

he looked down. “... no,” he lied. 

you raised an eyebrow. “left one has pizza sauce on it.” 

“okay, maybe yes.” 

your eyes scanned him. he looked like a disaster. like the human embodiment of “i miss my girlfriend and i also haven't done laundry in a week.” 

you crossed your arms. “i thought you were dead.” 

“nah. just emotionally unavailable.” 

you snorted. and gosh, it went straight to his heart like a dagger. 

“what are you doing here?” you asked, voice softening. 

“same thing as you, i guess. fighting demons. both in reality and in my head. real normal.” 

you hesitated. “i didn’t think you’d show your face around here again.” 

he scratched the back of his neck. “was kinda hoping to accidentally bump into you, actually.” 

your eyebrows shot up. “oh my gosh,” you said. “did you stalk me?” 

“no! well, okay, yes, but not like creepy stalk. like romantic movie stalk. like ‘serendipity,’ but with more blood.” 

“... that’s somehow worse.” 

he smiled, crooked and boyish. “i missed you.” 

you inhaled sharply. and then, after a long, painful pause, you said, “i missed you too, idiot.” 

his heart actually did a little flip. a stupid, dramatic flip. 

“but,” you added, “you still owe me an apology.” 

he stepped closer. “i’m sorry,” he said. “for being a dumbass. for shutting you out. for thinking i could fight demons with a chainsaw sword and not deal with the ones in my chest.” 

you blinked. 

“... okay, wow,” you said. “who are you and what have you done with my emotionally illiterate ex?” 

“therapy,” he said proudly. “well, unofficial therapy. i yelled at a mirror for two hours and then got stabbed by a demon. character growth.” 

you laughed. it echoed through the ruins. 

and for the first time in months, dante felt something inside him uncoil. lighten. 

he didn’t know what would happen next. maybe you’d get dinner. maybe you’d punch him in the face. maybe both. 

but you were here. and so was he. still fighting demons. still kind of in love. 

and maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance for them to stop fighting each other. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Grim - Striped Ribbon Vignette

"The best time we can possibly have!"

[Ramshackle Dorm – Anniversary Party]

Grim: Wooooah. Ramshackle's all festive lookin' now! Take some pics with the ghost camera, [Yuu]!

Grim: When Ace and Deuce came over with the other first years this mornin', at first I was all, "What's goin' on!?"…

Grim: But looks like they were just puttin' up decorations for "Founding Day." What a bunch of kids, all super excited over somethin' like that.

You don't like Founding Day, Grim?

Grim: I-I didn't say that.

Grim: Night Raven College's a big-shot school that only lets chosen mages in. That means it's a huge deal to go to school here, right!?

Grim: There's no way any student here wouldn't be celebratin' Founding Day!

Well, so, it's great that they decorated everything so nicely for us, then.

Grim: …I guess.

Grim: But it was so crazy with how noisy everyone was. At least everything got done alright, thanks to my awesome leadership, though.

Grim: Didja see how Ace tried to skip doin' actual work, even though he's the one who came all on his own? He tried pullin' pranks on me again today, too!

What do you mean, "again"?

Grim: C'mon, you! Didn't you see him pickin' on me during flight class yesterday!?

Grim: When I was trying to fly on my broom, he tried to get in my way by using his wind magic to tickle me. He's so annoyin'!

Grim: He's obviously just jealous of my magical genius. I'm gonna show him who's the real boss one day!

Grim: Deuce was at least focusing on putting up the decorations, but he kept hanging the letters out of order… He's no better than Ace.

Grim: Oh yeah, that reminds me, the homework answer he gave me the other day was completely wrong and it got Crewel on our case, big time.

Grim: In the end, me 'n Deuce had to stay after for Crewel's special lessons. That guys should really do better on his studies.

I don't think you're one to talk.

Grim: Urgh… H-Hey, I've totally been taking my classes more seriously recently!

Grim: But in History of Magic, whenever Jack sits in front of me, I can't see the blackboard at all.

Grim: Plus, he's always sitting as straight up as he can despite him already being so huge, sayin' he needs to exercise his back muscles even in class.

Grim: If I say somethin' to him, he just says "Sit on [Yuu]'s shoulders" and doesn't budge one bit. He's such a muscle-brain.

Grim: Epel's gotta have the worst of it, seeing as he's in the same class as such a stubborn guy.

Grim: …Actually, Epel'd probably just snap back and pick a fight right away, huh.

Grim: He's a gutsy kid that hates to lose, after all.

Grim: We were sneakin' some food outta the cafeteria together the other day, too. We promised not to tell anyone, either… Boy, that sure was fun…

Grim: …Ah! Shoot, I just told you! That right now is a secret between us, okay!?

Grim: Speakin' of sneakin' food, Sebek's hard to deal with too! He's so stubborn, there's no use talkin' with him!

Grim: A little while ago, I tried just the tiiiiniest bit of some of his food, and he got super mad, yellin' and chasin' after me!

Grim: He just kept coming and he was shoutin' so loud my ears were starting to hurt real bad.

Grim: It was just one bite of his deluxe minced cutlet sandwich… Or was it five? Maybe ten bites?

I should probably apologize to him later…

[Ramshackle Dorm – Anniversary Party]

You look like you're really enjoying your time here at school, Grim.

Grim: Your little grin's creepin' me out, stop it. Well, what about you, then?

1. Every day is a blast, thanks to you.

Grim: Myahaha! Well, that goes without sayin'! Grim: And that's 'cause I'm here watchin' over and takin' care of you every day! Grim: …Good, good, you're enjoying yourself. Eheh.

2. I think I'm exhausted by all the trouble that happens every day…

Grim: My-Myaah!? Grim: What, does that mean you ain't havin' fun hangin' with me every day? I can't accept that! Grim: You'll see just how much I've been doin' for you! Just you wait!

Grim: …But hey, I guess I've gotten used to living in Ramshackle like this.

Grim: We're really doin' pretty good for ourselves in this run-down dorm.

Grim: That downpour the other day caused a huge mess the other day with all those leaks, though.

Grim: The bed and blankets were soakin' wet that I thought we'd have to sleep on the floor…

Grim: But luckily, one of the sofas made it through dry, so that was good. It was small and cramped, but way better than the floor.

Grim: We were able to patch things up with the help of the ghosts, but one day we definitely gotta get the school to cough up some dough to fix everything!

Definitely!

Grim: Yeah! We gotta make sure bein' here at this school's the best time we can possibly have!

[knock, knock]

Grim: Oh! Is that Ace 'n them?

Grim: We promised we'd all get together to celebrate Founding Day outside. I bet there's a feast planned, too!

Grim: Let's go, [Yuu]! Time for an outdoor party! Myaha!

Grim, let's keep at it together.

Grim: !

Grim: …Yeah! I'm definitely gonna keep lookin' after my little hench-human forever.

Grim: You just stick with me, [Yuu]!

Requested by @sweetdelightknight.

[mer-acle]

Snippet: Silent Wars

~Home Sweet Home~

After Athena's 4th semester finals, it's time to visit the family over the weekend, and Ares has someone to introduce to them.

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Ares brought the car to a hold in front of a stately building, not quite a mansion, but quietly communicating wealth.

“Damn,” Aphrodite said.

Ares blushed.

“Yeah, there we are.”

In the backseat, Athena disconnected her earbuds and put them in her pocket. As always, she was relieved to get out of the steel cage known as car. Stiff-limbed, she climbed out, just in time for the front door to swing open.

“Heph, slowly!” she heard a voice from inside, before an orange flash barreled toward her.

“Thena!! Ares!!”

The breaks squeaked in protest about an inch from her foot. Chuckling, Athena bowed down to wrap her arms around her little brother.

“Hey, little guy.”

His arms bunched the fabric of her jacket and hoodie, holding on tight as if that alone would keep her here. She stroked his back.

She knew that her mother was standing in the doorway, watching them, but she didn’t look up yet, instead burying her head in Hephaestus’ soft hair and holding on to him just as much.

“It’s been over a month!” His voice was muffled against her shoulder but no less accusing.

“I know, and I’m sorry. Uni’s been a mess, you know?”

“Why do you have to go to that place if you don’t like it?” he asked, brow furrowed. “Being grown up should be cooler than that!”

“Because,” a sonorous voice interrupted. “your sister is going to achieve great things and uni is the way to go for that.”

Athena winced slightly at her father’s voice. She never meant to, but his track record of instantly saying something that was a subtle or not-so-subtle jab at Ares whenever they saw him, made it hard not to. She wished more than anything that there was a way for her to make him stop saying these things, but in 20 years and despite all that mythic potential she was supposed to have, she hadn’t found one.

“Hey, Thena, that is not just your brother, you know? My turn!”

Athena felt a smile tug at her lips as she let go of Hephaestus to avoid being tackled by her other brother, watching how the boy reached out his arms and Ares scooped him into his arms with skillful ease. Hephaestus giggled, wrapping his arms around his brother’s neck.

Athena rose from the paved yard, eyes catching Aphrodite who watched the brothers with an equally warm and wistful smile.

“Look how you’ve grown!” Ares exclaimed in a fake-grandpa voice, earning more giggling.

“Bet I can beat you in a race now, can we try later?” “Course we can. Gotta introduce my girlfriend first, though, everyone’s kinda waiting, okay, big guy?”

Hephaestus pulled a face, but didn’t protest, just held on for a few seconds longer when Ares set him back down into his chair. Hera leaned against the doorframe, smiling as she watched, Zeus a step behind her.

Ares got up and grinned a bit awkwardly.

“Hey Mom, hey Dad. Uh. This is my girlfriend, Aphrodite.”

Aphrodite waved a little, shyer than Athena had ever seen her.

“Aphrodite,” Hera said. “I’m Hera. It’s nice to finally meet you, welcome.”

“Thank you. It’s nice to meet you, too.”

Zeus extended his hand to her.

“Nice to meet you, Aphrodite. I’m Zeus.”

Aphrodite shook his hand with a more careful smile.

“Nice to meet you, too. Thanks for having me.”

“Good to have you, finally know what the fuss is all about,” Zeus replied. Aphrodite chuckled politely. Athena exchanged a glance with Ares who looked at her with the ‘Let this end’ look.

Hephaestus tugged at her sleeve, and she tensed slightly even though he’d pulled it down, not up.

“Is bringing girlfriends always this weird?” he whispered.

Athena bowed down, biting back a laugh.

“I wouldn’t know, but I’d guess so.”

Aphrodite turned around when Ares stepped forward to hug his mother. Athena stayed beside Hephaestus, one hand on his shoulder.

“Hi,” Aphrdodite said with a smile.”You must be Hephaestus. I’ve heard so much about you.”

Hephaestus eyed her shrewdly.

“Ares talks a lot about you,” he said then, not accusingly, just matter-of-fact.

Aphrodite’s smile grew wider.

“Oh, I bet not as much as about you. I saw the little robot you made in Ares’ room, too, that is so impressive.”

And she’s got him, Athena thought with some fondness. She knew her brother was easily bought when someone showed interest in his passion, even easier than she had been at his age. She would have been wary and called it performative, but it was Aphrodite, so chances were she had written a paper on robotics and just never mentioned it.

Athena met her mother’s eyes, fingers brushing over Hephaestus’ back once more before she crossed the distance and stepped into Hera’s waiting arms.

“Hey, big girl.” The shadow of a kiss touched her hair. Athena leaned her head against her Mom’s shoulder, subtly gripping the cuffs of her sleeves as she hugged her back.

“Hey, Mom,” she murmured.

“I missed you, Thea.” Hera’s embrace was warm and steady, and Athena closed her eyes and allowed it to hit, melting into her mother’s touch.

“I missed you, too.”

Hera pulled away slightly to look at her, one hand cupping her cheek. It took Athena a lot of strength not to let her head droop against it.

“Oh baby, you look so tired.” Hera said softly. “I don’t think you’ll be needing the lavender I put in your room, will you?”

Athena smiled faintly.

“Probably not. I kinda pulled two all-nighters last week.”

Hera breathed out.

“Oh dear. The workload they put on you is ridiculous, even disregarding the double major.”

“Come now,” Zeus said easily. “Thena is handling it fine. College wasn’t easy back in the day either.”

“I would like to hear you complain if you couldn’t go to bed at 9 because of work,” Hera replied, half-humorous, half-sharp. She pressed another kiss to Athena’s temple. “We’ll make sure you get some rest over the weekend, yeah?”

Athena nodded, then pulled away.

She got a bear-hug from her father that pressed the air ouf of her lungs, and he chuckled as she obediently protested like she had done for years. She winced a little when he patted her back, then followed him inside the house.

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Zeus, how much nicer this AU was without you having speaking lines.

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[noctiva]

okay well now you HAVEEE to write mlm toby.

fucking him through the gash in his face??? both of them having the biggest freak-off ever?? fighting for dominance the entire time??

#NEEDTHAT

hm alright - freak train coming through:

it was hard not to think about it sometimes, being around Toby. Watching his teeth move through the gash in his cheek when he talked, brushing against the marred skin when you caressed his face, feeling the drool seep out against your fingers when you made out with him.

It was fucked, you knew it was, and that was the entire reason you had never brought up the idea of… fucking it to him. Toby was down for a lot, you had learned that in the time you had been together, but somehow this felt like crossing a line. like something that even he would turn his nose up at.

Didn’t stop you from wondering though, from staring, eyes locked on the hole in his cheek while trying to imagine what it would feel like. if it would even work, if it would be everything you were imagining it to be. Toby was already good at giving head, but that would be so much different, wouldn’t it? It would feel like something else completely.

To your surprise, you don’t ever have to bring it up.

Toby does.

He’s knelt before you as he likes to be so often, crudely bandaged hands gripping at the fabric of your pants as he leans forwards to muzzle against your cock. deep brown eyes half-lidded as he gazes up at you through his bangs.

And then, he’d speak. “I-I wanna try s-somethin’.” He’s murmuring out to you as his fingers curl under the waistband of your boxers. “Can I?”

“Try what?” You can barely get the words out as Toby slowly peels your underwear down, wasting no time getting his fingers curling around the base of your cock, giving it a nice little squeeze before his hand pulls upwards.

“S-Surprise. But I think you’ll like it.” Then he’s leaning forwards to press his tongue flat against you, dragging it along the underside of your cock - base to tip. “I’ve seen how you luh-look at me. You think I don’t know what you’re th-thinkin’ about?”

For some reason, it doesn’t click, not until he turns his head to the side. Not until he’s nudging the head of your cock right up against the gash in his face. “C’mon.” Goading you. “This is what you w-want, right? Take it.”

And how are you supposed to say no, when he’s offering it to you? When he’s read you like a book, and knows what you want before you even have to ask for it?

So you do. One hand coming down to cup his jaw and slowly pull it open - watching with a shiver going down your spine the way the skin around the wound stretched. How his teeth parted to create the perfect pathway for you.

You’re trembling when you nudge your hips forwards, watching with wide eyes as your cock disappears into his mouth. There’s not a lot of leeway, only the width of his mouth, and so it’s not long until the head of your cock is hitting the inside of his cheek on the other side - the skin stretching to the side with each thrust in.

Toby’s drooling all over, barely able to swallow it back and leaving it to just drip down his chin and down his neck, his skin glistening. breathing out shaky through his nose, he’s so pliant in your hold. Head tilted to the side just for your use. You can feel his molars just barely graze your cock on each thrust in. Producing the filthiest sound you’ve heard yet, a near sickening ‘schlick schlick’ as saliva bubbles and sputters around your length

and every now and then, he’s catching your gaze out of the corner of his eye - which are glazed over with pupils blown out wide

you bring a hand up to cup the other side of Toby’s face - your breathing hitching as you feel your cock press against his cheek from the inside.

and when you cum, it’s a mess. too much for him to even attempt to swallow - spilling out around your cock and joining his saliva to streak his skin

maybe you should tell him about your sick desire more often

[barmaidatthegarrison]

Green Eyes and Gunpowder (6/?)

Thomas Shelby x OC (Emily Hughes)

Summary - Sharp-tongued, steady-handed, and raised beside the Shelbys like blood, Dr. Emily Hughes weaves through their war for Birmingham with a surgeon’s precision—offering comfort, challenge, and quiet resistance, especially to the man who’s forgetting how to be anything but a weapon.

Word Count - 4,400

Warnings - Non-graphic animal death (the horse from season 1)

A/N - There's a lot going on. Many feelings.

Thanks for the support <3 Would love to know what you think!

Chapter 5

Her hands wouldn’t stop fucking shaking. Today was not a good day. None of this made sense because the day itself was quite successful – managing to get Thomas to let up on Ada and Freddie. But by God her hands wouldn’t stop fucking trembling. Doing anything today had been an exercise in futility. Then again, everything had felt that way since the War.

“She’s decided to keep the baby.”

Emily nearly jumped out of her skin, not expecting the interruption. She should be paying better attention, she knew that, and if she was anywhere other than the Shelby family kitchen, she’d have been ashamed of herself. Even here where she was safe, she was still a little embarrassed to be caught so off guard.

Working to stop the trembling of her fingers did not entirely succeed if the look on Pol’s face was anything to go by.

Emily just hummed, giving the potatoes one final rinse.

“I’ll check her over again after dinner then, make a birthing plan.”

Pol was silent for long enough that Emily’d almost forgotten she was there, or well, hoped she would leave soon. It would be nice to not feel so watched when she also felt so vulnerable.

“Daft girl.” Pol finally muttered, and Emily let herself breathe as the older woman marched out. She’d talk to Pol later about not being so harsh on Ada or maybe tomorrow. Hopefully her fucking hands wouldn’t betray her tomorrow.

“Move.” A second jump, more violent than the first, but this time one of Pol’s hands stopped her moving too much.

“We should put a bell on you.” Emily muttered and the older woman huffed.

“Give me the damn knife, stupid child.”

Blinking at Polly, it wasn’t until she was basically shoved aside that she understood. A small part of her felt ashamed, a larger one was so grateful.

“Thank you, Polly.” Her voice was small, thin. She knew she sounded like a young girl in that moment. She pressed her cold hands against the counter for a brief moment and caught her breath. The tightness in her chest eased just a touch. She hadn’t even really noticed it was there.

For a few moments she stood and let her eyes close and just breathe, just feel safe and okay and like she was in Birmingham. Like she was home.

Then she reached around Polly for the beef, but a hand caught her wrist mid-movement.

“I need to finish dinner, Pol.” She breathed, hand only barely trembling in Polly’s grasp. “You can do the cutting, but the last thing anyone wants to do is eat your cooking.”

She got a cuff about the head for that, which only made her chuckle, but she was allowed to continue.

Pol continued to cut the potatoes and Emily tried to hide her little grin – she was a softie at heart. This whole bleeding family was despite how they all denied it.

“Give me the gun.” She stood in front of him, blocking as much of the horse from view as she could.

She supposed it was a good thing that she’d stayed up with Tommy that night. That she’d been there when Curly came calling at his window.

Curly and Charlie were headed out the back now. Tommy wasn’t shaking, probably by sheer force of will.

She placed two hands on his chest and gently pushed him back. Water running down her forehead and into her eyes and soaking into his shirt. They hadn’t grabbed an umbrella before they came running and what was left of the downpour was still rolling off her.

“Give me the gun, love.”

He didn’t say anything, but he also didn’t fight back when her hand threaded into his. The gun came free when she pulled on it very lightly.

“Turn around, Tommy.” He still wasn’t moving, wasn’t speaking. He was still just staring at the white mare, at the beautiful girl who did not deserve the death it was about it have. “For me, Tommy. My Tommy. Please, turn around.”

She kissed him on the cheek, could feel him trembling now so very finely under her fingers. If she wasn’t touching him, even she wouldn’t know. It took so long for him to respond, until he finally blinked at her, lost and scared.

“Why does the horse need to be put down, Uncle Charlie?” He had been such an inquisitive child. “She’s not hurting nobody.”

“She’s too hurt, Tommy. She’s only going to be in pain, you see. This isn’t fixable.” He pulled the two of them closer to the pony, to show them the leg she couldn’t place on the ground. The way it was swollen and twisted incorrectly. “It’s a mercy.”

“Don’t feel like one.” He’d muttered, still so very distressed. For days after the pony – Current – had been put down, he was so sad. She hadn’t been used to Tommy being sad back then, it was a painful thing that she was now.

“Turn around, love.” She whispered and finally he nodded. Blue eyes wide and so young. “Let me do this.”

And he listened, turning his back to her. Her shoulders fell, and she turned to the horse. Running her hand along the mare’s head, she pressed a kiss to her nose.

“I am so very sorry, beautiful girl.” Her hands weren’t shaking right now. The moment Tommy started trembling it’s like her own stopped. The moment she decided to take the gun it all stopped. What had happened to her that this didn’t make her hands shake but cutting vegetables did?

When the deed was done, and her ears still rang with the bang, she turned away, getting Tommy back in her vision. His shoulders were high, the trembling heavier. She walked to face him, raising her hand to cup his cheek, to get his eyes to look at her.

Shell shock was not a hard thing to spot these days. He was not as bad as someone like Danny, she knew that, but that did not make his pain less real.

“It’s done. Tommy, we’re finished. Let’s go home.”

Getting him away from this place was her main priority. She threaded the fingers of both their hands together, walking backwards to pull him with her – there was no need for him to turn around, no need for him to see.

He was so very pale. And now that she was holding them, his hands were trembling just as much as the rest of him. Or maybe that was her. Or maybe that was both of them. The violence was done so her shaking could start again.

When she looked up, there was something wild and frightened in his eyes, something vulnerable and heartbroken.

Horses were special to him, reminded him of before, she knew. They had always been kept close to his heart, something that still brought him so much joy, reminded him of the boy who wanted to do nothing but work with horses all day. Innocent and sweet and naïve to the horrors of war.

As they passed Charlie, she told him it was done, to take care of the cleanup himself. To be kind to the mare in death. The fact that they hadn’t named her yet burned something in Emily’s chest.

That night she didn’t let Tommy settle alone. He was barely aware, movement slow and clumsy as he tried to undress. Her hands slid over his on the buttons, still again. She undressed him as gently as she as she could, taking care to talk to him softly as she did. Not about anything in particular, just gentle words and soft memories. He didn’t speak, but his stare was unwavering.

She was still so deeply in love with him, even a decade later, but any thoughts of passion tonight never even crossed her mind. She hadn’t allowed it to since that night- no. No bad memories tonight.

When she helped him under the sheets, he grabbed her wrist and said the first thing he had since Charlie told him the horse wasn’t saveable.

“Stay.”

“Okay, love. Let me get changed. I’m not leaving.” Not even to get her own clothes.

Beyond any ability for shame, she stripped in front of him, taking one of his nightshirts and slipping it over her own body. Settling in next to him, she pulled his head onto her chest, ear over her heart.

She trailed her fingers through his hair, touch light, trying to remind him that he wasn’t alone. That he was safe. She’d dried his hair off when they got home, but still some dampness remained. It was cold on her chest, but she didn’t mind.

She didn’t sleep until long after he had. Watching him rest settled her own breathing. Her hands shook again, but him being here made it bearable.

The next day Freddie proposed. He showed up at the house and shook Thomas’ hand. Shook Arthur’s hand. Shook John’s hand.

Hugged her, for the first time since the day she dug a bullet out of his shoulder, he hugged her.

“I stuck up for you.” She squeezed his arm. “You better not make a liar of me, Freddie.”

And he smiled, brilliantly, like every time he got away with a silly prank as a boy, like every time he got Tommy to go along with one of his ridiculous plans – which was rare, it was usually the other way around.

Ada slipped into his side and pressed close. “I know better than to disappoint you, Em.”

He kissed the side of Ada’s head and the Shelby girl beamed. More was coming, she knew, but for this one moment it was okay.

“Wedding before or after the baby do you think?” She asked rolling her eyes, “It’s not like you’ve done anything else in bloody order.”

Ada and Freddie’s wedding was nothing huge, but it was still sweet. They went to the registry office and had a small ceremony. The Shelby clan and Emily were all there, supporting bride and groom.

She was Ada’s witness on the marriage certificate and stood at her right as maid of honour. Being asked warmed her so violently inside that she thought she would combust. She was smiling the whole time, in such high spirits, so pleased to see the family getting along. Arthur was the one to walk Ada down what served as an aisle, and when the couple said ‘I do’ she smiled over at Tommy, the best man.

Today was a good fucking day.

“And that would be mine. Thank you, gents.”

The boys groaned as she took the pot in the middle of the table, offering a cheeky with to Arthur since half the money was his.

“You’re a cheat!”

“It isn’t cheating just because I’m better than you, Arthur.” She took a drag of her cigarette, grinning brightly at his faux-annoyed face. He wasn’t actually mad; she could always tell when it was real. Besides, he’d won most of the other hands tonight.

“It should be!”

Grace sidled into the snug with a cursory knock, dropping off more beers and some water on Emily’s request.

“You’re a stickler, Em, you know that?” She flipped John off as she took a sip of her water, washing away the lingering taste of the shitty ales they were drinking. “What’re you washing down for, eh? It’s barely a drink.”

That didn’t mean she didn’t notice the way Grace blushed when Tommy nodded at her in thanks, or the way she got a little too close to him when leaning over the table. Poor girl, she knew the pain of falling for Thomas Shelby.

“Yeah, and tomorrow when you wake up with Satan’s own band playing a bleeding Souza march in your head, you’ll wish you listened to me.”

Arthur leaned forward when the door closed behind her, the shrill voices of the singing masses being muted once again.

“You know she’s sweet on you, Tom.” He teased, signature older brother grin on his face.

Tommy returned only his flattest expression.

“It don’t got to be her, but you know it might be time, Tommy.” John added on.

“Time for what?” His voice was still emotionless, not giving in to the shit his brothers were slinging.

Emily purposefully did not say anything, did not read into it. The two of them did not discuss romance, ever. It was one rule that she had implemented when they were eighteen after she’d humiliated herself. So, she took the opportunity to shuffle the cards and stay out of it.

“Time you took yourself a woman.”

“Just play the bloody hand!” Tommy shot back which only made his brothers laugh.

“Nah, you stay the way you are, Tommy!” Arthur chuckled. “Remember what dad used to say: fast women and slow horses…”

“Will ruin your life.” Even Emily couldn’t help snorting at their duo act.

She opened her own mouth, to change the subject or announce the deal when the cars pulling up distracted her. Too many, too fast, not people they knew. Fuck it was happening.

“Coppers.” Arthur breathed, but she shook her head and Tommy said ‘no’.

After the second call and the gunshot, Tommy lifted himself out of his chair, buttoning his jacket. He made eye contact with her, she nodded to his silent question, sliding in behind so she would exit last and least noticeably. And making sure to carry the empty glasses.

When Tommy told everyone to go home, she made her way to Grace’s side and grabbed her by the arm.

“That means you, Grace.” The woman looked ready to protest so Emily gave her the hardest stare she could. “Go. Now.”

Girl wasn’t brave enough to argue with Emily and so took off her apron and followed the ends of the crowd out. Emily slipped behind the bar and donned the apron as fast as she could. If this was going to work, she had to be the woman that caught Kimber’s eye – not some girl that she still couldn’t trust.

“Go to the back, Harry. It might get dangerous.” She whispered to the man, pouring a set of whiskeys. “I can do this.”

Harry was smart and didn’t even attempt to argue, just slipped back where the stock was kept. Sometimes she wondered if he wasn’t the smartest fucker in the city. She finished pouring the drinks and brought them over on a tray, purposefully unresponsive. With the crowd that had been here before, and the fact that Kimber seemed to not have an eye for bloody detail, it would look like she was just the barmaid.

She could practically feel his eyes tracing up her body as she leaned over the table.

“Who’s this now?” His smile, she was sure, was meant to be enticing.

“Emily.” She said simply. A man who was used to getting what he wanted. Maybe a little bit of effort would entice him. “Anything else I can get you, gents?”

“I can think of a few things.” Kimber said heavily, still staring, though she noticed his hand was about to reach out for her. And she wasn’t the only one since she saw John’s eye twitch and Tommy’s ‘go home’ was said with more force than was necessary.

Playing at taking her apron off and heading out the back way, Emily heard Kimber’s comment about her: “Don’t think I’d have ever left this shithole if I knew you could find a woman like that.”

Well, it looked like she’d definitely gotten his attention. She could only hope this meeting went well and her skills wouldn’t be needed to patch anyone up.

“Gift for a Dr. Emily Hughes.”

“From who?” John shot back, eyes narrowing.

“A Mr. Patrick O’Hare, OBE.” The young man returned, giving the packages a pointed look.

There was a lot, John thought, even as he leaned back to shout Emily’s name. This was the stuff that posh cunt had said he’d said – the dress, the shoes, the jewellery. He felt his face scowling before he even noticed, the thought of that man turning his stomach.

“Oh.” The woman in question slid under his arm, squinting at the packages with disdain. “Patrick’s things. Give it here.”

John reached to take the packages instead, marvelling at the weight for some fucking clothes. She smiled thankfully at him.

“Mr. O’Hare would also like to say that he will be by this afternoon around half 6. And also that he is looking forward to hearing your opinion on the clothes.” And with that the young man tipped his hat and left.

“He looks forward to hearing my opinion, does he?” She mocked with a roll of her eyes. “Fucking prick. Come on, let’s take a look at whatever nonsense I’m going to be wearing.”

Breakfast had just been cleared off the table when John put the packages down, Arthur leaning over his shoulder, cigarette dangling from his lips.

“What’s all this now?”

“That London prick.” John muttered, watching Tommy’s eyebrows raise.

Emily didn’t hesitate to open the largest box, tissue paper moved aside automatically. The woman hummed, touching the fabric, and followed by closing the box immediately.

“Red. Shocking.” Incredulity dripped from her tone, and Arthur laughed. “At least it’s soft. He always did like to dress me up in red.”

John raised his eyebrows, “How often did you hang around him?”

Pausing in her movements, she took a moment to think. Her eyes unfocused as she reached into her own memories.

“A dozen times or so?” There wasn’t a lot of confidence in that number. Still it made John scowl. “He didn’t start dressing me like a fucking doll until about the fifth one.”

“Why’d you let him?”

She blinked at Arthur’s question, hand stilling for only a fraction of a second before she shrugged. “I started making some interesting connections; it wasn’t worth ending over something petty. I can put up with a lot if I need to.”

That thought came back to John again, the one from the car, the one that made his stomach twist. She’s too used to being treated like shit.

The smallest box was the next one she opened, unable to keep from laughing at how she lifted the necklace out of the box, keeping it far enough away from herself that it seemed more a threat than a piece of jewellery.

“It isn’t going to bite, Emmy.”

“That’s a lot of gems for a tight necklace.” She muttered. “It’s going to pinch me.”

Even Arthur and Tommy were nearly laughing now. God, Emily really was the most sour person when it came to these things, so very particular. He knew that she did like jewellery, but only specific things – never bracelets and never anything too tight. Maybe he knew too fucking much about her preferences – he wasn’t even sure he knew that about Ada.

“It probably costs more than a bloody car.” Arthur muttered squinting at it.

Emily tossed it to him, the oldest quick to catch it.

“I’m sure it’ll look lovely on you, Arty. Really’ll bring out your eyes.” There was a lot of laughter at that. Tommy making a comment about pretty girls that had Arthur turning all shades of embarrassed red. Picking on their big brother could be so fucking easy sometimes.

“It’s really pretty though, Em.” Ada commented, sliding into the room and taking the necklace from her brother’s offended hands. She’d spent the night here last night, Freddie having a late meeting and she had decided stayed up with Emily, chatting instead of being home alone.

“Tell you what: after the ball tonight, it’s yours.” Emily said things like that so simply. If Ada liked it she could have it, no mind the value. Sometimes he wondered why Emily worked so hard to improve their business when she could not care less about money besides having enough to survive.

Then he remembered: it was because she loved them.

The youngest present Shelby just smiled, pleased, and continued to admire the necklace that definitely looked heavy from John’s perspective.

“I suppose I should put this all upstairs.” She muttered, the mood sobering. “I’ll start getting ready later. It’ll just be you boys going with Patrick’s man for the inspection, yeah?”

Tommy nodded, taking a drag of his cigarette.

“I don’t like you going with him alone.”

And John had to agree. He’d watched in that first meeting as she’d threatened to expose him, his deepest secret, and destroy his life. And somehow they were supposed to trust that the wouldn’t pull anything when he was alone with her? When none of them were there to protect her?

“I’m not daft, Tommy. I’ve already given some evidence to my reporter friend – and I’ll be sure to let Patrick know that if anything happens to me or if he betrays you, those’ll find their way to every paper from here to bloody India.” She snorted. “Anyway, I’ll also have a gun in my bag if the threat isn’t enough.”

Tommy’s face stayed stern, he wasn’t convinced. Neither was John, though he had to admit he felt at least a little better than he had a few moments ago knowing she had thought about this.

Ada helped Emily take the boxes upstairs, Arthur waiting till they were out of earshot before turning to Tommy.

“She can’t go alone.” His voice was heavy, unwavering. Not angry, but definitely stern. He was in prime older brother form.

Tommy nodded. “Louis’ll linger nearby if she needs him. Not much else to be done.”

Louis would never be able to blend in to a place like that, but he could park the car nearby, be ready to rush in and pull her out if something went awry. Could follow the car and if it was diverted, could chase it down and protect her.

John couldn’t help the discomfort he was feeling. He didn’t like this, but Pol said it was going to be fine.

It wasn’t the dress, the shoes, or the way her hair that was done up that made Tommy’s heart stop for a moment when she came down the stairs. Yes, he appreciated her in finery, he did all he did so that she had the life she deserved, but that wasn’t what made his chest lurch.

It was the way she looked at him, eyes twinkling, and bashfulness in her smile. The warmth in her voice when she asked, “What do you think? Am I pretty enough?”

He took the cigarette from his mouth, worried it would slip from between his lips.

“Beautiful.” And he swallowed. His voice had been too heavy, it sounded too real. It was too real. “All for this posh prick, hm?”

She snorted at that, sliding into the room and taking a seat. “He does have nice taste in clothes, I’ll give him that.” Reaching out, she plucked the cigarette direct from his fingers and took a drag. “Is it bad that I’m already tired?”

To anyone else it would seem like a normal question, a silly joke. But not to him – to him the vulnerability was obvious.

“You don’t have to, love.” He said with a shrug, lighting himself another cigarette. “Could tell him to go fuck himself.”

She smiled at him, warmly, but he did have the sense she was trying to convey that he was an idiot.

“I think the 10 thousand pound would beg to differ.” She leaned her head to rest on the back of the chair. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. “It’s one evening. I’ll stay the night in Luton. It’ll be far too late; I’ll miss the last train by the time I’m free.”

He raised his eyebrows, “With him?”

Her face scrunched up in disgust, “Absolutely fucking not.” She rolled her head to get him in her vision without having to lift off the chair back, “I booked a room at an inn.”

Gears turning, he just nodded. Their conversation interrupted by a few knocks at the door.

“And that’s my cue.” She breathed, taking a stand.

Tommy watched as she rolled her shoulders back, straightening her spine, and banishing every ounce of vulnerability from her face. Emmy became Dr. Hughes in that moment; if it wasn’t so impressive, it would be scary.

“Emily, darling. Lovely as always.” Emily could basically feel John’s glare, the coldness of Tommy radiating from her back. Arthur and Pol were openly scowling from across the room.

“Thomas and Arthur Shelby, Polly Gray, this is Patrick O’Hare.” She greeted, ushering him into the sitting room with his man. “You remember John.”

“Gentlemen. And lady.” He nodded to the man at his side. “Matthew Liden. He’ll be joining you to verify the cargo and is prepared to make payment should it be as promised.”

Patrick caught Tommy’s eye and there was something dangerous in his gaze, a threat. A man who made himself seem loud and flashy, but was able to live up to his lethal reputation should it be necessary. One actor to another, they shared an understanding.

Looking at his companion, this Liden. The man was confident, held himself well. His eyes were unfocused, as though he weren’t paying a lick of attention. Like the poor blokes with shellshock who regressed inside, the ones who didn’t rage, didn’t hear German artillery in the streets, the ones who quietly went about their day-to-day until they hung themselves in the kitchen.

Tommy nodded, “I’m sure this will be a profitable enterprise for you.”

Patrick hummed. “I should hope.” For a second his gaze was hard, the mask dropping just enough that the threat was obvious. “Now. Dr. Hughes, we have quite a bit of ground to cover.”

She nodded, eyes squinting just a touch. Tommy could practically see the gears in her head turning. Quickly, she offered a kiss to each of their cheeks, except Pol who she hugged.

O’Hare tracked the movement carefully, genial mask fully in place, offering only a small, placid smile. But his eyes – they were intense. Tracking, cataloguing.

Smart girl. She wanted him to know that they cared about her, that she played a significant role here. That he would have something to contend with should she not return.

“Try and enjoy yourself, eh?” John whispered, just loud enough for the three of them to hear.

Emily just smiled at him.

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Tagged: @weaponizedvirtue, @taorislover94 @maaxxxaam

[damiannasworld]

Bojere week day 1: dinner date

Just a silly little story. TW: bad/inappropriate humor. 😅

"Bojan, that looks delicious. Can I have a bite?"

"Ok, sure. I'll just get you a fork."

"No need for that. Just feed me."

"Jere, we're in public..."

"It doesn't matter. Nobody looks."

"You don't know that, people can get weird. Take photos and all..."

"That would be fun! Then they sell them to Seiska and they will write article about our kinky date."

"Stop it. I'm not doing kinky things with you in public."

"Yes, we do that. Actually you feed me, I take picture and send to Seiska myself."

*Giggles*

"I don't want to end up in tabloids for having a feeding kink."

"Okay, I not send anywhere. But now you feed me and I take picture, yes?"

"I don't know..."

"Please? Be a nice puppy for me?"

"Hey, don't call me a puppy!"

*Blushes*

"What's the matter? You like being puppy. Remember when you humped my-"

"Shhh! Keep you voice down."

*Blushes more*

"Aww, puppy get shy. Now you feed me?"

"Okay, fine. Maybe you'll shut up."

*Offers a piece of food*

*Jere pushes his tongue out and snaps a photo*

"Mmmm... Delicious. And this is a good photo, right? Now what is e-mail for Seiska..?"

"Jere!!! You're not going to send it anywhere."

"I send, yes yes."

*Grins mischievously*

*Bojan snatches Jere's phone away*

"That's it, I'm never eating out with you again!"

"Oh? You just eat me at home?"

"JERE!!"

[changingplumbob]

Day Nineteen - Connor Group 2/2

Berenice doesn't have any strong feelings about being in a park, but she is glad to have some space from everyone.

Deanna: When you were a kid did you enjoy school?

Berenice: Ooh yes! Well the school part was easy. And I liked most of my teachers. I would have preferred it if I didn't have to deal with the other kids though - they could be so mean! Ha, but I did the homework for the kids the year or two above me so they protected me

Deanna: Sounds smart

Berenice: Thank you! But maybe not that smart because I didn’t have a Plan B for when they went to high school! And I hadn’t yet manifested as a - well it’s important to always have a Plan B, and not just for after woohoo! That was uh… a joke. (But it is important to have a Plan B…)

Deanna: When you were little did you have a dream job?

Berenice: A travelling librarian! Or an astronaut. Though I wouldn't have wanted to reach the stars on a spaceship - unless it's a regular ship but made for space? That could be possible!

Deanna: The traveling sounds fun. I wanted to be a pirate

Berenice: Ha! With my flying ship we could have been galaxy plunderers together. Except I'm not very good at fighting - how good are you with a cutlass?

Deanna: Surprisingly, not terrible. Devin liked to act out sword fight scenes when we were growing up

Deanna: How about you? Any strong childhood memories?

Berenice: Okay so when I was still wearing my hair in space buns as a 10 year old, other kids made fun of me and said that was only for "babies." But the strange thing was that it was cool to wear your hair that way for college girls too! So how could it be for babies? That's why I never liked other children. They make no sense. Anyway I found out where the main girl lived, which turned out to be in the same neighbourhood as a really mean boy the year above us I was doing homework for. He wasn't actually mean! He just didn't think he was very smart and acted mean to hide it. So I told him about it and - they stopped teasing me about my space buns *grins*

Deanna: *laughs* Cunning and cut throat, maybe you should have been a pirate

After the date we head back to the villa where it is once again skill time! Will contestants focus on short term needs or play the long game with their study choices?

Today comedy was the popular choice! Isla and Isabella agreed it was a good idea to help calm them while Berenice was keen to read a joke book. Kaye learned more about rock climbing, wondering what extreme sports she was missing out on at the moment. Nyami thought it was sensible to work on fitness while Dee decided to sharpen her logic.

While contestants are busy Deanna works on grilling a treat for dinner. Time to see how she felt the date went.

Devin: What do we have here

Deanna: Vege patties for vege burgers

Devin: Very nice, was Berenice very nice

Deanna: Nice? Yes. Odd? Yes. They'll probably cut around it but halfway through she got up and sat at the table on the opposite side of the tree to me. I mean... why? She kept talking but we were kind of talking through the tree? But I did try Devin

Rather than heading to the dinning room for dinner contestants are asked to put on their active clothes and head out. They arrive at the local spa where they are greeted by Deanna and... someone else.

Deanna: Thanks for coming everyone. I know that this round must have been stressful. Meeting new people, competing, trying to decide if I'm worth staying for. That's why we're here with my best friend Reece, this guy. He is an outdoors loving genius with a desire to spread zen so he's going to lead us through a guided meditation

Reece: Hello. I look forward to meeting you all properly later. For now follow me to the meditation garden. It's outside but in the shade so we won't need to worry about sunburn

Reece led the group through a meditation, successfully lowering heart rates and ensuring everyone was in a good mood for the rest of the evening. Before going in the spa however, one more surprise. Deanna had grilled up a picnic for everyone!

The vege buns were a smash success! Even the meat eaters enjoyed them. Dee and Reece sat at the picnic table and talked while the rest of the ladies chose to sit on the pillows. Nyami told some good jokes while Kaye decided to talk about fish? Deanna loves the outdoors so was entertained.

Heading in to the spa everyone got a face mask! They were assigned to either relax in the sauna, relax in a massage chair or get a proper massage as their first activity. Autonomy was toggled on full from the moment the meditation ended so contestants had some time to chat or further pamper themselves. Remember, if they do not win a date from the upcoming cast challenge then this will be their last opportunity to talk to Deanna before the commencement ceremony. Reece is also around but friendship gained with him will not be judged.

In the sauna were our humourous trio of Dee, Nyami and Berenice. Alas bad luck struck again and Berenice's mask was… not right. Berenice tried to laugh it off, claiming she merely looked like a sad freezer bunny. I know she wanted to have matching animal masks with her friends though. Kaye and Deanna relaxed, and of course our two refined ladies Isabella and Isla got the gold facial masks!

When Isla had finished with hers she made sure to give Isabella a big hug. Being in the same group had meant that they could spend their days in the villa together as well as their days off set. Unsure if they would be in the same group again Isla expressed her happiness at having made a friend. And what do we have here? Nyami sneaking in another flirty compliment with Deanna? Clearly she wants her to know she's still in this even if she hasn't had a date yet. And of course, poor Berenice could do with a facial…

@corrienteallita, @eljeebee, @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants, @hashimasims, @jonquilyst, @riverofjazzsims

[isabella-2025]

The Bosses Wife

The USOS X Ella (OC) and hunter X Ella (OC) (Only in this chapter) : Warnings: Cursing and that's all.

Plot: When Triple H becomes distant with his wife Ella she begins to build a friendship with the USOS but one night it turns into something unexpected.

Let me know what you think please. ❤️

Should I make a part 2 that is fully smut? Let me know if that is something you guys would be interested in. 😊

Ella sat beside her husband Hunter in a board room where they were supposed to meet the bloodline for a creative discussion. Ella looks at her husband and says

" So, do you think the meeting is gonna go well?"

" Yeah, I do they are very easy to work with." He says

" Yeah so I have heard, I am excited to meet them." Ella says

' Yeah they are very nice people, oh here they come." He says

The bloodline walk into the board room. They introduce themselves as Solo, Jacob, Tama, Tonga, Roman. Jimmy, Jey and Sami. Two of them catch your attention immediately and they were Jimmy and Jey AKA the USOS. Everyone sits around the table and they begin to talk about the creative direction they wanted to go in for Wargames. You were trying really hard to focus on what was being said but you couldn't really focus on anything else except the way the Twins looked and carried themselves. Jey had on a white beater tank top, black joggers that fit just right, a gold yeet chain and his new neck ink showing. Jimmy had on an all black tracksuit with a white stipe going down the pants leg and they fit him just right and don't even get her started on his tattoos. She was so focused on her thoughts of the twins she did not even notice that the meeting had ended. Hunter tapped her on the shoulder and said

" The meetings over honey."

" Oh, Okay, lets go." Ella says

" Okay, but are you doing alright you seemed distracted during the meeting." hunter says

" No, I am okay I just didn't sleep good last night because you weren't there." Ella says

" I know honey I'm sorry I had business to attend to you know that." Hunter says starting to get annoyed

" I know honey its just your never home anymore." Ella says

" Well , you know this paper view is going to be big babe I can be home with you anytime." Hunter says in a angry tone

" Okay, I am gonna drop this conversation for now because we should not even be talking about this here." Ella says

" We shouldn't have to talk about this at all if you would just understand and not be all dramatic about it." Hunter says loudly

Ella says nothing and just walks out to the rental car telling the driver to take her to the hotel.

Unbeknownst to Ella Jimmy and Jey had overheard her conversation with Hunter. Jimmy turns to Jey and says

" Uce, hunter is an ass she wasn't being dramatic."

" I know she wasn't she poured her emotions out and he just shut her down that is horrible." Jey says sadly.

" Yeah I know isn't a relationship supposed to be 50/50 Jimmy says

" Yeah it is, he shouldn't make her feel small if he loves her." Jey says

" If she was mine I would make sure she knew her feeling were valid and that she could come to me anytime. " jimmy said

" Yeah, same uce." Jey said seriously

Ella had just gotten out of the shower and had gotten in bed when Hunter came strolling in the room. Hunter changes clothes and lays down beside her and says.

" Honey are you awake?"

" yeah, what is it?" Ella asks

" I want to talk about what happened between us earlier.' hunter says

" Okay, go ahead say what you need to say." Ella tells him

" I just want you to understand that my job is important without me the company doesn't run." hunter says seriously

" I know your job is important but its like every night I end up in this bed alone because you have to leave for work" Ella says sadly

" You don't seem to understand, I have to go when shit goes wrong I think you need to stop being so selfish. " Hunter says angrily

" Me, selfish really wow hunter that's real nice." Ella says angrily getting up off the bed, grabbing some clothes and walking out the door.

She steps into the hotel bar, goes to the bathroom and changes into a red halter top and black leather pants. She sits down orders her drink and calls her bestie Isabel. Isabel picks up on the second ring and says

" Hi"

" Hey, I need to talk to you." Ella says

" Okay, what about?" Isabel asks her

" Marriage problems." Ella says

" Okay, what did that asshole do now?" Isabel says

" He just thinks I'm being dramatic and selfish because I want to wake up with my husband lying next to me for once." Ella says sadly

" He seriously called you selfish and dramatic, i think he needs to look in the damn mirror." Isabel says

" Yeah, I know he's been like this for months." Ella says

" Have you even had sex? " Isabel asks her.

" No, he hasn't touched me in 3 months. " Ella says

" 3 months Damn girl you need to get laid by some hot ass wrestler." Isabel says

" Yeah, like that's ever gonna happen nobody wants my ass." Ella says

" Girl, quit lying look I got to go but I will talk to you in a couple days okay." Isabel says

" Yeah, Okay bye." Ella says

" Bye girly" Isabel says

She hangs up the phone and just downs her drink in sadness. She feels a tap on her shoulder and turns around to see jimmy and Jey staring at her.

" Hey, you look nice" Both of them say at the same time.

" Thanks you guys wanna sit." Ella says

" Yeah lets talk." Both of them say

They sit down and you guys just start talking about the industry and life. Jimmy and Jey are trying really hard to focus on the conversation you guys are having but they cant stop thinking about how beautiful you look in your outfit. Jimmy cant help but look at the way the leather pants fit you just right and how your top brings out your features nicely. Jey cant stop thinking about how good your pants and shirt bring out your natural beauty. Ella notices that they have been staring at her for a while and says.

" are you guys okay, you've been staring at me for a minute."

" Yeah, we are okay." Jimmy says

" Yeah, we are good, just admiring how good you look." Jey says

" Thank you." Ella says quietly she feels a heat flow through her body she thought had burnt out.

" Well it was nice talking to you guys I have to go get some sleep so I can be ready for the charity ball tomorrow night." Ella says

" Okay , yeah go ahead we will see you tomorrow night." They both say at the same time.

The charity ball is in full swing and Hunter had ignored Ella all night. Ella sees him talking to Mark and Michelle and she goes over, grab his hand and say

" Hey baby."

Hunter looks at you take his hand out of yours and says " Hey"

" Can we talk for a second" Ella says

" yeah sure babe." Hunter says to her

Ella and Hunter walk to a quiet area to talk. Ella turns to Hunter and says

" how was your night."

" It was good until you interrupted me" Hunter says

" well I am sorry for wanting to talk to my husband who I barely see." Ella says

" There you go being all dramatic again, you don't have to be so clingy." hunter says

" Me clingy I am not clingy I just want my husband to be present not pass through when you want to." Ella says

" You bitch I do not do that." hunter yells causing everyone to look in your direction

Embarrassed Ella runs out of the ballroom, gets a cab back to the hotel and walks into the hotel room she cries till she has no more tears. She hears a knock on the door, she opens it and is surprised to see Jimmy and Jey standing there. Ella looks at them and says

" Come in guys."

Ella turns to the mirror in the bedroom bends her head down a little to put her earrings in her bag and when she looks back in the mirror they are right up against her. Ella says in a shaky voice.

" w-h-a-t are you doing "

Th twins smile Jimmy is to your right gently gripping your hip and Jey is on your left leaning his face into your neck.

" Well, we overheard your "husband" being an asshole to you, you are worth so much more." jey says as he begins to gently kiss your neck.

" We also overheard that he hasn't been taking care of you, hasn't touched you in three months and we wanna help you." Jimmy says as he places a gently kiss on your collarbone.

" Um, I don't know what your talking about." Ella says shakily, goosebumps forming wherever they kiss you. Your body trembles with a longing to be touched and loved properly.

The twins laugh and say at the same time.

" you obviously know what you want, and we surely do your body is already reacting so why don't you just let us love you like you deserve to be loved."

Ella says in a shaky voice " I don't…….."

" Don't you dare say you don't deserve it because you do." The twins say at the same time.

" Okay lets do this." Ella says

The twins look at each other then look at her and…

To Be continued.

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[soarelesiluna-ao3]

I would love to read a Bojere getting together scene that involves showering together. Maybe at first they joke around about one joining the other in the shower until they take the jokes too far and realize neither of them were joking at all

Yes yes yes!! Since BoJere week is rapidly approaching, I think I'll post this as a warm-up. I'm not yet sure whether I'll take part on it but I'm beaming with excitement over them since the last time they saw each other 🥹💙

Also just wanted to thank everyone for the 18 follows, it means the world to me to know there's people reading my silly little stuff 💙

I'm slowly going through my askbox - you can keep leaving stuff in the meantime. Have a great Labor Day and take well deserved rests!

Content under the cut!

Ps. I do love writing Jere's broken English. I truly do.

First night with Jere in Slovenia. The first night of a very few productive days upcoming. They had been talking over the phone about these days, excited like children who were about to visit the zoo. After such a long time of not seeing each other, it was just logical to be so hyped about reecountering their favorite people in the world, right?

Bojan's apartment sufficed for Jere to stay in - his friends understood the need for closeness with him, after all. Kris' old room was rearranged and made available for the stay. All day, the Finn had been talking about getting a shower, because he felt tired from the flight and needed a rest, but also wanted to get things done. Bojan, in turn, had started another inside joke to add to the collection - if he was too tired to take a bath, maybe he could help him out with that.

The thing of having so much of a bond with someone, is that you never know where the line between truth and joke is drawn in some occasions, and this was one of them. Bojan helped him figure out the shower and was about to leave, when the rapper let out a small whine.

"So you not shower with me?"

This made the Slovene stop for a second, as if trying to process a foreign language.

"What?"

"You said if I was tired you'll help me shower", Jere continued. "And I, uh, think I am, yes."

"Jerč... I don't think we'll fit into the shower..." Bojan bit his lower lip at the thought.

"No problem, nothing I not have seen before", the way he said it caused them both to laugh. "Come on, I'm sure we have good time!"

"Okay, sure..." Bojan grinned, and started taking off his clothes, leaving them in a messy pile by the sink. Soon, the both of them were standing in front of the other in the shower, warm water hitting their skin. It felt nice, it had been quite cold lately, so the warmth was pleasant. And the company was even better.

"Okay, now what?"

"Uh... I don't know", Bojan shrugged. "I think... I could help you out. Just relax and let me work my magic."

"Ooh, magic. You magic man, you. I like that."

Gentle hands reached for the shampoo bottle and pressed some of it into his palm, before starting to massage the dark hair to make foam.

"Your hair is growing again", the Slovene smiled. "Like it used to be back then. When we met."

"I still handsome guy, right?" Jere's question came out as playful.

"You could be bald and I still think you'd be the most beautiful man on Earth", the sweet words rolled off Bojan's tongue so easy it surprised him, despite it being three years of them together. "Don't do it though."

"Nah, I don't think I will. That's too much", a moment of silence passed before the Finn spoke again. "Will you wash me, too?"

"I'm here to help you out, am I not?" Bojan leant over his shoulder and left a small kiss, before grabbing a sponge and the bar of soap he always used. Then, he started gently rubbing it against his body. Another moment of silence. "I missed you. I missed touching your skin, having your scent close, knowing... I have someone to hold when I wake up."

"Oh, Bojan... I miss you too. Everyday. I know we talk a lot. But it's not the same. Never it's not the same. You are special. Very special. That's why I asked you to shower with me."

"Huh? How so?"

"Because... If I feel you, I know this is not dream."

A small smile appeared on the singer's lips, as he gently patted Jere's shoulder to tell him to turn around. Wrapping his arms around his neck, he leant in and started kissing him. A very slow kiss, as if his lips were trying to remember how it felt, despite having kissed many times since his arrival. A long-lasting kiss, that ended with Bojan hiding into the crook of his neck.

"I hope... This helps you a bit."

"It does", Jere left a kiss on Bojan's ear. "I'm so glad to be home. In your arms."

[pinkprince55]

complicated

rafe cameron x original character fic

summary : Eden Lowell, a pogue who’s best friends with Sarah Cameron, had always despised Rafe Cameron , until a string of events leads to her helping him with his messed up past, and the mistakes that came of it.

warnings: some swearing, mentions of ❄️ and🍺, a bit of angst

authors note: hi :) jsyk I don’t write creatively a lot anymore. So I’m trying to get back into it. Sorry if this is really bad lol.

Part 1 : The Party

“Eden, come on! we’re going to be so late!” Sarah whines as she grabs her bag. “Top said to be there at 8 o’clock. it’s seven-fifty!!”

Eden rolls her eyes in frustration. “Sarah, I’m being so serious right now. I told you if your asshole brother is there I’m not going.” She’s not very fond of Rafe Cameron. He’s a kook and she’s a pogue, that’s one reason. Another is that he’s always been a jerk to her, and her friend JJ, who she’s known since forever. “I mean, sure it’s one thing for Topper to be at the party since it’s his house and all…and he’s your boyfriend… again.” Sarah rolls her eyes at that. “He’s made mistakes, yeah, but i’m giving him another chance ok?” Eden nods. “Okay, but I don’t have to tolerate your brother being a jerk to me and my other friends. I mean come on, Sarah you don’t even like him that much.” Sarah laughs. “Ok,ok.” Sarah thinks for a second about what to say. “How about you come to the party, and if you see Rafe just ignore him. It’ll be fun, come on!” Eden gets up from her seat. “Alright, fine. I’m getting drunk though. Otherwise I don’t know if I can handle talking to Topper. Or Rafe, god forbid.”

At Topper’s house party

“Hey Babe!” Topper yells as Sarah and Eden walk into the party, with music blasting.” Sarah wraps her arms around him, kissing him. “Hi, Baby” She says in a soft tone. ”Oh, Jesus Christ.” Eden groans, disgusted by their affection. “Oh Hi, Eden.” Topper says, a bit annoyed. Eden raises a hand and gives him an uninterested wave. She quickly scans the room, filled with guests drinking, dancing, talking. Then, she spots a table, filled with beers, a few bottles of vodka, tequila, whiskey, and a mountain of red solo cups. She walks over and grabs the bottle of vodka, and pours a few ounces in one of the cups. She goes to walk back to Sarah, but she’s not where she was before and neither is Topper. “Having any fun?” says a deep voice she recognizes. She turns around, and it’s Rafe.

She sips her drink. “What do you want, Rafe?” He smirks “I just thought I’d come say hi to my sister’s best friend. It’s manners. Ever heard of ‘em?” She laughs. “Oh that’s funny coming from you. Aren’t you the one who finds it amusing to harass pogues whenever you get the chance? I mean you beat up JJ for fun a few weeks ago. What? All because you think pogues are lesser humans? You’re an ass.” Rafe just laughs under his breath. “First of all, I didn’t just beat up JJ for nothing. He was drunk or something. He came up to me and Top and wanted to start something. That’s on him, not me.” “Well maybe if you weren’t always acting like pogues are the problem, JJ wouldn’t hate your guts. It’s just all so fuckin stupid.” She’s chugging her drink at this point. Rafe notices it, and grabs the cup. “Hey, hey slow down, jesus.”

“Just leave me alone, Rafe.” She tries to walk off, but he stops her. “Okay, okay, just— I want you to know that i don’t not like you, Eden. You’re not like the other pogues y’know?” He looks at her, hoping for some sort of reply. “Wow, thanks.” She says sarcastically. “So you’re complimenting me by insulting my friends, nice work.” Then she walks off.

A while later, Eden is at a table with a few guys and talking. “So have you ever done lines before, Eva?” One guy says, clearly drunk as shit. “It’s Eden, and no.” She’s on her second drink now, sipping slower than before so she isn’t completely knocked out by the end of the party. “Well do you want to? It’s totally safe, don't worry Barry hooked us up with the good shit.” She starts to get a bit nervous. “No seriously, I’m good.” The guy scoffs, and grabs his credit card from his wallet. “Fine, suit yourself.” She gets up from the table and goes to find Sarah. “God this party fucking sucks” She whispers under her breath.

“Sarah, can we leave? Or are you gonna be making out with him for two more hours?” She points to Topper. Sarah is sitting on his knee, kissing him. “Ugh ok ok , Sorry Top. I drove her here.” “It’s alright, get home safe.” He says, kissing her goodnight. She smiles, “I’ll text you in the morning.” She gets up and gives Topper one final kiss before grabbing Eden’s hand. “Come on, party animal, let’s go.”

As Sarah and Eden are walking out, someone grabs Eden’s arm and stops her in her tracks. “Hey Eden! Wait!” Eden’s startled until she sees that it’s Barry, who she’s not scared of, but still cautious around, seeing as he’s the island’s go to drug dealer. “I need to have a chat with you and your friend real quick.” He lets go of her shoulder and crosses his arms. “Sarah, your brother owes me some money, so I’m gonna need you to tell him to pay up. Or else things are going to get ugly. Trust me, none of you want that.” Sarah rolls her eyes. “I’m not his keeper, tell him yourself, Barry. I don’t want to be involved in his fuck ups all the time.“ Eden begins to get worried as Sarah grabs her hand. “Come on, Eden let’s go.” As Sarah begins to lead Eden out the door, Barry grabs Eden’s wrist tightly. “Don’t walk away from me bi—

Before Barry can finish his sentence, he’s on the ground. In shock, Eden and Sarah see Rafe, who’s shaking his hand off, which is sure to be bruised soon. Rafe kneels down to where Barry is groaning in pain on the floor. “Keep your hands off her, got it?” Barry stays down, not wanting to take a second hit.

“What the hell? You didn’t have to fucking punch him, Rafe! Jesus!” Eden says, freaked out. Rafe just rolls his eyes and then turns to his sister. “Take her home, I’ll deal with this idiot.” Eden doesn’t really know what to say so she stays silent.

“Eden, come on. Rafe…just…figure your shit out.” Sarah says to him, frustrated beyond belief. She knows he’s a mess, but he’s her brother. Which makes her feel a bit of responsibility. However, Eden shouldn’t have to be involved in the mess. That’s where she draws a line.

Eden and Sarah leave, and are driving home

“Eden, I’m so sorry. I think Rafe is in some kind of trouble, for like the fiftieth time, and Barry is involved. I don’t know how, but I know you don’t need to be involved in it. God, he’s infuriating.” Sarah sighs deeply, and Eden pats your shoulder. “It’s fine, it wasn’t really that big of a deal, I just don’t know why Rafe reacted like that. I mean yeah, it’s Rafe, he’s not exactly sunshine and rainbows type but like… I don’t know. I’m just tired, it’s late and we both need sleep. Let’s just get to your house and get some, Ok?” Eden rubs her eyes, then picks up her phone to check the time, which reads one-forty-three am. “Alright. sounds good.” Sarah says, continuing to drive.

When they arrive at Sarah’s house, they both go inside, and get into their pajamas. Sarah, being the good friend she is, has Eden sleep on the left side of her bed, not the floor. “G’night, Eden.” Sarah whispers as she turns the lights off. “Goodnight.” Eden pulls the throw blanket over her and turns to her side, she’s almost asleep when she gets a text notification on her phone from an unknown number. She clicks on it, curious as to who’s trying to reach her so late.

unknown sender

2:11AM

-hey, it’s rafe

-listen I’m sorry about everything, the whole barry situation is my fault. I’m sorry, eden.

-I hope you’re okay

-dw I’m gonna fix this shit , okay?

-okay well you’re probably asleep by now, so goodnight ig .

*god, how many texts did he send?!* she thinks to herself, while scrolling through. She thinks for a second before typing out a response.

-I’m not asleep yet, i just saw these. I’ll be fine. You really didn't have to punch him though. Rafe, I think Sarah’s worried about you. Barry isn’t someone to mess with. Y’know? Just because you piss me off doesnt mean I want him offing you over some kind of drug thing. Or whatever the hell it is. Idk just be careful. Also, go to fucking bed. It’s almost 3 AM..

And with that, she turns her phone off, lays her head down, and drifts off.

end of part 1

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[pfhwrittes]

First: Holy shit their writing is amazing! Huh? Didn’t know I was into that.

Now: I LOVE YOU! You are one of the kindest most thoughtful people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. Huh? Didn’t know I was into that.

please take this gif that i spent an embarrassing amount of time on instead of putting my feelings into words

[the-kipsabian]

wrestling fic writers!!

i have decided to be the change i wanna see, so lets do a nice little thing for each other, as a community full of incredible and talented writers. yes this is writer specific only, but thats cause thats where the main problem of people not interacting with creative works lies in this fandom as far as i can tell and have seen people talking about it especially in the last couple of months

if you read this, please add links to your written works. it can be just a single fic youre really proud of, your writing blog, your writing tag, your ao3 account, anything where your works can be found

and if you leave your link here, PLEASE check out someone else that has left their works, and interact with them. leave them a comment, even just a kudos, REBLOG their fic, etc. interacting is the keyword i want to emphasize here, along with building a sort of a masterpost of where to find people writing in this fandom

and if you are not a writer, youre still highly encouraged to interact with this post and share it and show love to the writers in this fandom, obviously!! i think that should go without saying, but adding it in anyways

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nobody is too big or too small to add their things on this list. if you write and post anything in this fandom whatsoever, be it fics or drabbles or headcanons, any companies or any kind of ships or reader inserts or any content whatsoever no matter how 'dead dove dont eat' or hell even if its just meta, we welcome all here and nobody can say that one thing is less valid than another. just please tag your content accordingly, especially if theres content warnings, and feel free to mention what you write, who you write, any info you wish to leave that would help people before they click on your links. but even so, that should not and hopefully will not deter people from interacting, no matter what it is. someones trash is another ones treasure, i promise you

and unless the amount gets really overwhelming, im personally going to be checking out everyone that leaves something here. unless it squeaks me out, but even then, i'll spread the word. and i just wish as many people as possible will do the same, and not just use this as a potential board to only get eyes on their stuff. ofc thats also the point, but you should give as much, if not more, than you get. we need to be kind and supportive of one another (besides, from personal experience, if you show love to someone else, they are more likely to do it back than without you taking the first step, so... pay it forward)

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