#Remnant Barry

[typical-bistander]

[shrinkthisviolet]

Being obsessed with Savitar is hard because aside from the rancid “he was trying to do us a favor” takes (which also effusively praise HR as Iris’s expense…as if that’s even what he’d want??), you also come across takes saying he “wasn’t a villain” and overly woobifying him as if he did not eagerly* plan to kill Iris and get pissed when he ended up killing HR instead

*he claims “it was her or me” and yet in 3x22, while kidnapping Iris, he mocks her (the look on his face when he says “they need to watch you die first”) and rubs her fate in everyone’s faces (literally everything he says about her death in that scene). And he gloats to Barry while literally killing her (well, killing HR, but he believes he’s killing Iris).

[rafeyscurtainbangs]

Shameless – Rafe Cameron Blurb

+18 Minor DNI

Rafe x Girlfriend!Reader

⭐️ republished ⭐️

+18 Minor DNI

🪄 warnings: fingering, unprotected p in v, public sex, drug usage, Rafe and Reader are high (you are responsible for your consumption as a reader), teasing, pet names, exhibitionism

📖 based off an ask: hey can u write smth about rafe and his gf at a party and their both high and shes sitting on his lap on the couch while he rubbing on her thigh and shes just all needy until he just says fuck it and pushes her dress up to fuck her not caring about the snall group in the room

✨ Rafe’s lips press against yours as he slides a digit into your soaked cunt. He swallows your moan, your parted lips letting his tongue slip through, the remnants of drugs on his lips making your mouth feel numb.

“These two serious?” Kelce chuckles. “Want me to record this for you, Rafey?” ✨

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Reader’s POV:

“Princess… Mmm’fuck that’s it,” Rafe praises as you grind your needy self on his clothed cock. His fingers leave a bruising grip on both ass cheeks, tucked under your dress.

“I need your cock so bad, Rafe… It’s all I can think about,” you whine as Rafe’s fingers trail up your thighs making your spread legs draw together from sheer want alone. “Please, daddy.”

“So needy f’me tonight, doll. I fuckin’ love it,” Rafe mumbles against your lips before his fingers make their way between your thighs.

“Yes,” you whine breathily, throwing your heavy head back as your high sets in. “I’m not wearing panties-”

“Yo – Can you two calm the fuck down?” Topper sneers, yanking you out of your cocaine and lust-driven haze. You meet Rafe’s eyes, practically black from the drugs, his beautiful blue hue all but gone. A smirk slides across his lips as he moves a little higher, ignoring Top completely.

“There ain’t enough rooms in this house for you, Country Club? Gotta get it on right here?” Barry mocks before sipping his drink.

“You hear somebody, princess? I sure as shit didn’t,” Rafe smiles. “Hold your tits for me,” he mutters before cutting a line on your cleavage. You giggle as he looks back at you hungrily before cleaning it off with his nose, then his mouth.

Rafe’s lips press against yours as he slides a digit into your soaked cunt. He swallows your moan, your parted lips letting his tongue slip through, the remnants of drugs on his lips making your mouth feel numb.

“These two serious?” Kelce chuckles. “Want me to record this for you, Rafey?”

Rafe draws away from your lips, breathing heavily through a cocky smile. “Please.” He lofts his phone in Kelce’s direction, giving you a little wink before getting back to it. “Now where were we?” He jams his finger back in your soaked pussy, making you moan. Your unbridled sounds of pleasure cause the little group of girls behind you to leave.

“You wanna stop?” Rafe mumbles with no intention to do so.

“No, Daddy. I want more,” you smile against his mouth.

“More, huh? Use your words, baby,” he bullies as he plays with your clit, making you whimper.

”Fuck me. I need it.”

“Right here? Right now?” He chuckles breathily.

You nod, letting your eyes fall shut. “Right here. Right now, Rafe. Fuck. Me-”

“Dude…” Topper snickers as he lifts his beer to his lips. “We gettin’ foreplay and everything? Just fuck and get it over with.”

“Shut up, Top,” Rafe sighs in his raspy tone. “Can’t you see we’re busy?”

“Everyone can see that,” Topper chuckles in disbelief.

“Yeah, Thornton? Who’s here when he coulda left the second we started. Huh? Perv,” Rafe bullies.

“I’ve been sitting all night. I was here first,” Topper mumbles into his drink making the two of you laugh—Rafe quick to echo his words mockingly against your lips.

You tug at the button of Rafe’s chinos, lowering his zipper. Rafe adjusts slightly, pulling you closer, releasing his cock. You moan at the sight of it, his fat cockhead already leaking precum. You swipe your finger across it, drawing it between your lips.

“Give me your pussy, baby. C’mon,” Rafe sighs impatiently as you dip him into your warmth. Just a tease on his tip as you line your body up in the perfect position. Rafe pitches his hips up, penetrating you deeply causing you to gasp.

“Mmm… That felt so fucking good, Daddy,” you praise.

“Yeah, baby. You like that?” He groans as he starts thrusting up into you. You kiss him roughly, your tongues moving in succession, hands in his hair. “Bounce for me. Hmm?” Rafe breathes through a smirk.

You lower your weight on top of him, mouth falling into a soft “o” as his eyes roll back. You lean into his lips, brushing yours against his. “Such a big cock, daddy,” You whisper into your kiss before giving his lip a soft bite and a tug.

You start to bounce on his dick, letting your ass clap against his thighs. Rafe chuckles darkly, listening to your drenched pussy squelch for all to hear.

“Grind on me, princess,” Rafe groans. You start rolling and grinding your hips on top of him. Rafe’s dick hits all the right spot, making you claw at his polo. He pushes you back slightly, shamelessly watching you work, his cock glistening with your essence as you feel yourself nearing your peak.

“M’gonna cum, baby,” you whimper.

“In front of all these people, baby doll… Shittt… I knew you were my girl.”

Rafe overpowers you, setting the pace, watching your face; responding to your pleasure. “Right there, Rafe”, you plead as your orgasm teetering right on the edge of ecstacy. He spanks your ass roughly. “More,” you beg. His hand meets your skin again, rougher than the first, causing you to cry out making the boys snicker amongst themselves.

“My girl sounds good. Huh?” He boasts. “Mmm… Be a good girl and cum for me, sweetheart. Let everyone hear how good I make you feel.”

“Rafe… I-” You lose all control, throwing your head back as you dissolve in pleasure, bouncing on top of him.

“Fuckkk,” he moans deeply as his eyes pinch shut, surrendering to his climax as well.

Rafe’s eyes flutter open, his lap a wet mess from you. He reaches over, stealing the cig off Topper’s hand, popping it between his lips as he looks back at you. He retrieves the drugs from his pants pocket, dangling in front of your fucked-out gaze. “Ready for more?”

[rafesplaymate]

Perfect Where Her Rivals Fails.

Dark!Rafe Cameron x Dark!Reader

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Summary: Rafe thought Sofia would be the one to fix him.. that was until he met her best friend and became so much worse…

warnings: smut. p in v. cheating (not on reader). descriptions of immoral thoughts / behaviors. dark themes / adult content.

a/n: rafe & reader are NOT GOOD PEOPLE! this is kinda long ngl.. descriptions of sofia & reader are for plot purpose only.

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Rafe should feel ashamed. He should feel sick to his stomach. Guilt and despair should be bubbling in his gut at what he’s doing. But it doesn’t, not even a little bit. Not even at all. This is what was meant to happen, and it feels so fucking good.

He’s got her on top, bouncing wildly as she chases her orgasm, beautiful body looking so erotic as it bends and curves enticingly with each of her movements. plump tits bouncing as whines, moans and airy squeak leave her pouty lips that are even more swollen with the harsh makeout session they had earlier. His back is against his bed as sheets weave around them messily. His head pressing into his pillow as he watched her with pure desire.

“Oh fuck! Rafe.. you feel s’good…” she slurs with a drawn out moan from the back of her throat. Switching to grinding her swollen clit against the trimmed-bush on his lower pelvis. A sticky, translucent mess of their mixed arousal inbetween her legs and leaving his cock drowning. “Mhmm… that’s it baby, ridin’ me so good,” groans Rafe from the back of his throat. Deep and low making her clench around him tightly and causing him to hiss from the tight hole suffocating his cock. “Fuck, gonna make me cum s’fucking hard if you keep doing that.” He warns. Bringing his hands that were behind his head, sliding them up to wrap around her back to push her down against him. Pretty tits pressed against his firm chest, skin sticking together from the sweat. He tangles his hand in her messy hair and pushes her pout against his thinner one. Immediately barging his tongue into her mouth and tasting remnants of himself from the messy blow-job she gifted him earlier. “So much better than her, you know that princess?”

Rafe should feel guilty about fucking his girlfriend’s best friend. But he doesn’t, because her knew. from the moment they met he was gonna take her and make her his, girlfriend be damned. Relationship be damned.

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Sofia was nice. Sweet actually. She was all soft smiles and modest clothes. Sparkling eyes hiding behind wispy bangs. Voice of reason, the angel on his right shoulder. Mousy beauty, enticing in a plain jane way that is nice to admire and look at. She doesn’t stand out but she had caught his eye and he liked it. Different from snooty Kook girls and prettier than typical Pogue girls. She kept him calm, and pushed him to be better. She could change him; that was until he met her though.

Sofia’s best friend was everything she wasn’t. She was sweet as well, don’t get him wrong. But she had a fire in her eyes, a darkness waiting to be unleashed that he couldn’t help but feel would match perfectly with his. The devil on his left shoulder. She was stunning, the kind of stunning that turns heads and captivates. She was all flirty smiles and batting wispy lashes. Skimpy clothes, excessive jewelry and high heels always accessorizing her perfectly. Makeup always accentuating her enticing features.

Rafe still remembers when they met. He’d thrown a grand party, Kooks on every inch of his property buzzed and high. Some crossed and stumbling. An environment of chaos, fun chaos. He was sitting in his ‘VIP’ section with Barry. Doing lines and rolling a fat blunt to be passed between the two. Waiting for Sofia to arrive, remembering his earlier phone call with her. ‘Can I bring my best friend, she just moved in with me and it’ll be her first time on the island.’ To which Rafe replied mumbled a ‘sure, whatever.” The more the merrier right?

Oh and the more the merrier indeed. Because when Rafe laid his eyes on her for the first time he felt like he was starting the beginning of the rest of his life. Like a missing puzzle piece fit in perfectly that he didn’t even know was missing.

“Y/n this is Rafe,” smiles Sofia, putting a name to the beauty standing before him, “Rafe, this is y/n, my best friend,” boasted Sofia with a bashful smile and proud eyes. A manicured hand reaches out to him, “it’s so nice to meet you. Sofia’s always talking about you.” Pretty lips spread, exposing pearly whites and when he looks into her eyes he can see the same lust swirling around them that is most definitely sitting in his. Rafe extends his hand, immediately engulfing hers as their eyes lock and his lips spread in a small side smile with a “likewise.” Holding onto the moment till a soft voice breaks the tension, “y/n do you want anything to drink?”

They both dropped each other’s hands quickly. The tension building between them snuffing out as they turn to Sofia as she looks at them with an unassuming smile. “Oh…yes! sure! What is there?” replies y/n, turning her attention to her best friend and giving Rafe the opportunity to slyly run his gaze down her figure. Taking in the skimpy clothing accentuating it perfectly and pretty pedicured feet in heels. A stark difference to the dress Sofia was wearing that landed right above her knees, the V on the chest only exposing her collar bones. Feet sat in white sneakers. “I’m not sure…Rafe?” Sofia broke his trance, turning to him as he immediately locked eyes with hers. “What happened?” he replies, having not paid attention to anything they were taking about. Way too entranced by the beauty on display in front of him.

“Y/n asked what do you have to drink” said Sofia with a small smile. And it almost made him feel guilty at having checked out his girlfriend’s best friend right in front of her. Almost. “Uh yeah.. anything really. I’m sure I have it, what’s your poison?” he spoke to y/n, giving her a warm smile as he prepared to make a mental note of what she likes. “Vodka.” she replies back, returning his warm smile with one of her own. Rafe goes to reply when a familiar accent chimes in.

“How about I show you where it’s at doll? Give these two lovebirds a chance to be alone.” drawls Barry. Rafe snaps his head toward him, eyes darkening and lips pursing in an unamused scowl. The drug dealer making eye contact with the beauty in front of them, small smirk on his lips as lust swirls around his eyes. Rafe couldn’t blame him but he sure as hell wanted to pop him right in the face. “M’Barry,” he reaches his hand out to her, Rafe’s eyes following her pretty hand slide into Barry’s calloused grip. “I’m a business associate of Rafe’s” he says slyly, “guess you could say we’re friends too.” He finished with a smile, gold tooth glistening.

“Nice to meet you,” y/n replies offering him a small smile. “Um, yeah sure. That sounds good.” she replied to Barry’s earlier question. Shyly glancing once at Rafe, then at Sofia. Barry getting up and taking the hand in his to guide her along with him. Turning his head back to Rafe with a knowing smirk as Sofia takes her position next to Rafe, nuzzling into his side with a pleased smile. It would normally be welcomed by him, thick arm wrapped around her shoulder. But now he does it reluctantly, tips of his ears burning with heat and chest tightening. Jealousy swirling in his stomach, lips pressed into a thin line as his eyes burn holes into the pair walking away. Watching as y/n follows Barry’s lead, head turning back to look over at the couple. Her eyes landing on Sofia who’s nuzzling his cheek and kissing it with soft pecks. He can see them darken as she moves her eyes to his and catches them already on hers. The pair staring into each other before she turns around and lets Barry lead her away. Rafe’s gaze can’t help but fall to her cute butt popping out enticingly from the mini skirt she was wearing. The clack of her heels furthering with each step.

“I think Barry likes her,” giggles Sofia. The statement making his body burn and the hand not wrapped around her shoulder clench. A small hum coming from his mouth and all he’s thinking is that he’ll be damned if he lets Barry sweep away something he’s already planning on making his.

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After that eventful night. Rafe makes it a point to be around y/n as much as possible. Whether from suggesting he and Sofia ‘stay in’ at her small place with a ‘let’s invite y/n to watch a movie’ or ‘don’t feel like being around Figure 8, mind if I hang here?’ Each and every time, making up one excuse after the other to reside in the habitat where his prey lies in. Waiting for the right moment to pounce and claim his catch.

If he thought style-wise they were different. It’s only confirmed by the undeniable difference in their shared home. Elements placed by both of them in the space contrasting starkly. Sofia’s bedroom was nice. Clean and always well kept. Neutral, earthy tones and the definition of minimalistic. Clothes organized neatly and folded perfectly in her dresser, and hung up in her small closet. A few pairs of shoes lined up neatly under the hanging clothes. Her room smelled like clean laundry and the ocean breeze. Her bed with a basic black duvet and primped white, cotton sheets always fresh. Smelling of her whenever they’re rolling around, tangled together.

Whereas, y/n’s space was the epitome of girly-girl. Clean but an organized clutter of cute trinkets and decorations. Clothes and lingerie on a rack next to her vanity because the small closet couldn’t fit all her clothes. Heels lined up against the wall, white and black leopard print bedding with satin pink sheets, full of fluffy pillows. Her vanity is orgqnized but full of makeup, and products that she rummages through on her day to day. Jewelry sprawled all over her night stand. All things maximalism. Which he was only able to see after sneaking out of Sofia’s bedroom one night while she slept soundly and stalking over to the other beauty’s bedroom to satiate his need to know more about her. Pressing the door open lightly and watching as she sleeps with pouted lips in her array of pillows and satin sheets. The sweet aroma of Vanilla filling his senses. And lulling him to sleep after he gets back into bed with Sofia, dreaming of the girl down the hall.

Even in their shared bathroom, the pink loofah and sparkly decorations contrasting to Sofia’s white loofah and minimal decorating. And sometimes when Rafe is desperate he pops open her expensive Vanilla-scented shampoo and inhales deeply to consume just a piece of her, so different from the fresh-soap smell of Sofia’s. God and don’t get him started on the loungewear.

Sofia preferred comfort and modesty. She had a cute body that hid under baggy sweats, yoga pants, gym shorts and oversized sweaters or shirts. Maybe even some of his shirts here and there. Rafe liked it don’t get him wrong, it’s cute and she feels comfortable. But when he saw y/n’s loungewear, he didn’t know how he could ever accept anything less. Micro sleep shorts in an array of different pinks, black, grey, whites. Low-rise and always risen up, stuck inbetween her cute butt, giving him a good view of those pretty legs and that gorgeous tummy. Tiny tank tops, shirts that exposed her pretty midriff and so tight on the chest he could always see her nipples poking through. Fluffy pink slippers or cute leg-warmers and fluffy socks on her feet. Thought he prefers when she’s barefoot because then he can see her pretty pedicured toes that he imagines pressing kisses onto.

Rafe wasn’t delusional. Well, he was. But not about this, no way. When he’d first started infiltrating their space, making himself a consistent figure he’d made sure he was extra observant and helpful. In guise of being a good boyfriend to Sofia ‘it’s so sweet that you’re being so nice to her, I know she really appreciates it. The move was hard.’ To which Rafe replied with ‘do it all for you baby.’ A bold-faced lie. He does it because he wants to, he wants to know everything about her. Take care of her. He knows that her and Sofia aren’t rolling in dough the way he is. Especially with her struggling to get a job after he made sure to put in a word not to hire her at the country club with Sofia. Coming up with some excuse that she’s got no work ethic; in reality it’s just him not wanting her to work around other men. Or work in general, she’s far too precious for that. He knows she’s a girl who deserves nice things and gestures. A girl he wants to provide for. And he also knows that the more he provides, he can basically Pavlov her. Make her depend on him and keep a smile on that pretty face he wants to press kisses all over.

So it started with simple things. Foods and snacks she likes; asking Sofia what she prefers to nosh on. To which she happily replied giving him a good list, and he made sure to get Sofia something too. Not to raise suspicion. It made his chest warm when they’d have a movie night, another insistent ‘let’s invite y/n.’ Paying more attention to how she happily snacked on the food he provided, giving him thanks and a shy hug. Offering him some every few minutes while he replied with soft, “m’okay, enjoy it. It’s all for you.” Neither her and Sofia realizing how deep that sentiment actually was.

But then it began escalating… they started hanging out more. Sofia giving Rafe a spare key to let himself into their home since he was there so often, and he took full advantage. Letting himself in when he knew Sofia wasn’t there; insisting on inserting himself into y/n’s life and heart. They spent so much time together; getting to know each other. Rafe becoming a consistent figure in her life; making himself her whole world. Slowly but surely infiltrating and separating her away from Sofia as he reeled her closer to him. Even going as far to find solace in her company when he and Sofia fought; not letting her know he began each and every one to slowly but surely push her away. Making sure Sofia was never there as he forced himself into her best friend’s life.

Sofia had picked up more shifts at the Country Club; making her presence more sparse as she noticed distance from her best friend and her boyfriend. Losing herself in work to not think about the dread building in her chest and the suspicions building in her mind. As for Rafe, it was another normal day of pushing himself into y/n’s life and going to her shared home with Sofia. Which has been almost every day of the week when he wasn’t busy doing business with Barry or making time for Sofia as to not raise suspicion. And today he brought breakfast, setting it out on their small kitchen island. One thing on his mind that today was the day. He was in the middle of setting up when he heard soft footsteps padding towards the kitchen from the small hallway.

“Rafe?” questioned a meek voice; gritty with sleep and sounding oh-so precious. He immediately turns around with a warm smile, running his eyes over her scantily clad figure and down to her pretty toes on display. “Good morning,” he said in a slow drawl, taking in the way her thighs clenched together subtly at that. His warm smile slipping into that familiar smirk. “I brought breakfast, thought we could spend some time together and go to the mainland today to show you around.” He continued, keeping his eyes on her as her gaze moved to the food set out on the island. Shuffling over and rubbing the sleep out of her pretty eyes.

“You got all this .. for me?” she spoke softly, gazing up at his towering figure with soft doe-eyes. Lips frowning in a slight pout that he wanted to kiss away. “Mhmm,” he hummed. He raised a strong hand to grip her chin and run the tip of his thumb slightly over the bottom of her lower lip. Moving his gaze from her eyes to her lips, back to her eyes, “just for you,” he whispered lowly. Watching as she kept staring into his eyes and leaning her body into him slowly. He very much liked that, giving her chin a quick pinch before he pulled away. Turning to grab a glass of orange juice and setting it down in front of the plate he set out for her. Watching as she moved to sit in front of it; eyes dashing between the arranged food. “Eat whatever you want, need that tummy full for today.” He spread his hands on the island, holding his body up as he leaned over and watched as she began adding pieces of her desired choice of food all over the plate. A satisfied hum coming from her as her eyes closed at the taste.

“What do you mean we’re going to the mainland? Why? Without Sofia too?” she questioned after she finished chewing; taking a sip of the orange juice he set out for her while keeping eye contact. “Thought I could show you around, I had nothing to do today and thought it would be nice to take you out so you’re not cooped up in here all day while Sofia’s working.” He said with his usual charm; popping a grape into his mouth and biting into it with a harsh crunch. Watching as she nodded her head in understanding. “After you eat, go get ready and put on something pretty. It’ll be hot today so be sure to dress for it. But make sure it’s something nice, taking you out for a nice lunch.” He continued. Praying she put on one of those cute, short sundresses or mini skirts she’s so known for wearing. He continued to munch on small pieces of fruit while she finished her breakfast. Taking her plate when she finished and giving her a dismissive wave; signaling to her to begin getting ready.

He watched as she happily skipped away, his eyes lowering to her cute butt as if jiggled with her movements. He wanted nothing more than to bite into it; too caught up in his dirty thoughts when he heard a, “can I wear heels?” He immediately popped his eyes back to her face, which is turned around to look at him. Back still facing him. “If they’re comfortable enough, absolutely.” He smiled, watching as she nodded with a smile and continued back to her room as Rafe finished cleaning up and sat onto the small couch. Head leaning back onto it and staring onto the ceiling with a devious grin of all the things he planned to do today. Dozing off slightly as he waited for her to get ready.

“Rafe,” a slight nudge to his shoulder. “Raaaaafe,” drawled out the prettiest voice; a soft hand coming to cup his cheek lightly and caress it as that sweet voice whispered another soft “wake up Rafe, m’ready to go.” She said delicately with excitement in her voice. Rafe’s eyes opening up from dreamland to look at the absolute goddess in front of him. Quickly rubbing the sleep from his eyes as she stepped back in front of him. When his vision came back into focus he couldn’t help but run his gaze over her figure. His heart beating in his chest and his pants feeling tighter by the second as her took in the little number on her gorgeous body. Down to the heels on her feet showing off those pretty toes. Her hair done up a a messy up-do with wisp framing her face perfectly. Makeup dewy and fresh, making her look so ethereal and pretty lips slathered in a gloss he wants to kiss away. Silver hoops sitting in her pretty ears.

“You like it?” she asked, giving him twirl. The expanse of her pretty back showing. The sheen material giving him a view of the pink thong nestled inbetween the cute butt he’s been dreaming of marking with his teeth. Watching as her front view came into view, his eyes immediately drawn to the low V and the way her pretty tits looked so erotic hidden between a thin layer of sheen material. Her nipples poking through and her cleavage sitting so nicely.

He let out a low, soft whistle; his gaze which was leaving no inch of her body undiscovered looks back up to her beautiful face. Her eyes already on him through wispy lashes that made them looks so flirty and alluring. An amused smile on her face as he stated, “you look like you should be on the cover of a magazine. Beautiful. You look beautiful. You are so beautiful.” With full sincerity, his eyes holding onto hers to convey all the emotions and want he’s been holding back. He rose up slightly, hand holding out for hers as she placed hers into his. His large grip immediately engulfing her pretty hand as he began dragging her to the front door. “We’re gonna have a ball, believe that.” He looked back at her with a smirk; her head tilting back to meet his gaze and a small giggle falling from her lips as she let him lead her away.

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Rafe doesn’t think he’s ever wanted someone so badly in his life, not even Sofia. After they left the girls’ small house, taking his truck to which he boldly put his hand on her thigh while she sat in his passenger seat; feeling it tense. Testing the waters and feeling satisfied as she relaxed into his touch; thighs slightly spreading to which he gave a small squeeze in approval. His hand caressing her smooth skin the whole way to there. He his head to the side to look at her through his peripheral vision to see her looking out the window, biting those pretty lips and closing her eyes when he would dare to raise his hand a bit higher. Bringing it back to its original spot in a way to tease her every-time, having expected her to push him away. Tell him he’s crossing a boundary, but she never did. Not even when her helped her off the truck, his hand pulling her into his side with it running down her smooth back to sit right above her butt. Not even when he stood behind her on the ferry; his body pressed into hers and arms spread out onto the railing to cage her in as she watched the water with a lip bite and excitement in her eyes. Leaning her head back a bit to expose her neck to him, his immediate response to ghost his lips up her neck and take in her Vanilla scent that’s been driving him crazy. Wanting to lick her smooth skin but refraining, just hovering his face over where he wants to mark her up.

They spent the whole day wrapped up in each other. Rafe had planned on taking her shopping, wanting to spoil her then quickly realizing he didn’t have his truck to hold the influx of items he’s sure she would love to have. Settling for taking her to a jewelry shop, buying her an 18k white gold-diamond necklace that had her eyes widening and a smile spreading on her pretty face. Words of “no Rafe I couldn’t it’s too much,” to, “what about Sofia, wouldn’t you want to get this for her?” Which he quickly shut down with a firm, “Sofia isn’t the kind of girl you buy such pretty, expensive things for, beautiful. You know this isn’t her thing.” His words having two meanings. Watching as she bit her lip in consideration at them, knowing how non-flashy her best friend was and how intimate this gesture was. Ultimately accepting the expensive gift he paid a pretty penny for and letting him clip it onto her neck with a “only girls like you deserve such nice things.” Admiring how it glistened beautifully against her flawless skin-tone. Hoping by tonight that it’s all she’s got on besides the heels on her pretty feet.

After that he took her to his promised lunch, watching as she admired herself in any reflection they walked past to see the diamonds glistening against her. Giddy with happiness and wondering how she could re-pay his kindness. Envy building in her stomach that someone as non-materialistic and plain as her best friend ended up with such a pretty boyfriend whose pockets were loaded. They both sat and chatted over expensive lobster and glasses of Dom Périgon; him feeding her pieces of her food and watching as her lips wrapped around the fork. Praying that he would get to feel them wrapped around his solid cock. His restraint for her slowly dwindling the more they got drunk off champagne.

And fuck —was he glad he splurged on good drinking. Watching as she became more loose, more touchy. Pretty eyes hazing over from the bubbly running through her. Those wispy lashes batting at him as she bit her lip; eyeing him with pure lust. It’s when he felt her right foot begin to slide up the inner-side of his right leg did he know; he had her. Leaning back in his chair slightly and widening his legs to give her more access. The two staring into each other eye’s, lust and intense want swirling around as she slid her foot higher. Eventually reaching his thigh and then the prominent bulge in his dark grey slacks. Rafe clenching his fist and huffing from his nostrils when she begin pressing her toes into it sensually. Massaging him with them as she bit her lip seductively and kept eye contact. Rafe let her tease him till he couldn’t handle it anymore.

Getting up from his chair abruptly and tossing down a few hundred dollar bills onto the table before grabbing her by her upper arm. Giving her a chance to put her heel back onto her foot before dragging her out of the restaurant and pinning her against the wall of the alley right next to it. Breathing deeply and watching as she stared into his eyes with that doe-eyed expression that makes him want to ruin her. Pressing his body against hers, his hands spread out on both sides of her head and pushing his face till they were mere inches apart. Their breaths mingling as their breathing became harsher, the restraint between both of them breaking as their need for each other began to win.

“You’ve been driving me crazy. From the moment I saw you; I knew I needed you.” Rafe said lowly, his voice thick with desire as he broke the silence. Watching as she pondered his words, then continuing, “I’m gonna take you home, back to Tannyhill.” He whispered lowly, pushing his head closer to her and brushing his lips against hers as he spoke of everything he planned to do. “M’gonna slip this sexy little dress off and leave you in nothing but those sexy heels and that necklace I bought you.” He drawled, feeling her press closer into him. Her hands that were pressed by her side now sliding up his lower back and up to his shoulders as she held onto him; listening to his every word.

“Then m’gonna take what I’ve been waiting too all damn day. Ever since I met you actually. I’m marking my claim on you tonight, and you’re gonna let me because I know you want me as bad as I want you. Know you need me baby, because I need you too.” With that he pressed his lips onto hers. The pair making out harshly with moans and whines falling from her pretty lips into his mouth; harsh groans and breathes falling from his into hers. Their teeth clacking and tongues fighting for dominance as they consumed each other. Any thought of how this might hurt Sofia quickly slipping from their minds. It felt right, right in a way that he didn’t feel with Sofia. Right in a way that she knew any friendship with Sofia wasn’t worth the feelings he gave her.

The pair made out harshly, hands running all over each other as they took each other in. Weeks of tension build up, exploding passionately between them. The sun casting an orange haze over the environment as it slowly went down. Her makeup now ruined and pouty lips swollen. Rafe’s right hand snaking into her pretty up-do and gripping her hair, tugging harshly to expose her neck. Pressing kisses and marking her as she spoke a soft inquiring, “What about Sofia?” Making Rafe’s incessant kissing come to a halt, his head lifting away from her neck as he moved his left hand to cup her cheek; not bothering to remove the hand tangled in her messed up hair. His eyes caught her own, watching as guilt built up in them. Ready to reassure and squash away those feelings because no way was he gonna let Sofia get in between them now. Not anymore than she already has.

“Don’t worry about her,” he said slowly. Watching as she opened her lips to retaliate and immediately shushing her. “Hey -no. Listen..” he continued, rubbing his thumb soothingly on her cheek. “What she means to me is nothing compared to the feelings I’ve developed for you. I need you y/n; it’s driving me insane. I know deep inside me that this feeling I have for you isn’t anything simple.” He spoke seriously, spilling his thoughts to her. Her eyes tearing with emotion as he continued, “and I won’t try to figure it out or stop it. Some things are meant to happen; we’re one of those things. You and me. What we can have together is way too good to give it up for a girl I know I don’t want a future with, but you? We can build a life together. I want to build a life with you. You deserve to be taken care of, provided for. Treated and loved like the goddamn goddess you are. And I wanna give all of that to you baby, wanna give you everything. All of me; I wanna be yours. It’s been weeks of holding myself back to finally make this moment happen and I’m not gonna let anyone ruin it. Especially not her.” he spoke. Soft tears running down her smooth cheeks that he kissed away; cradling her to him.

“It’s me and you baby; no one else. Not even Sofia.” He finished, watching the hesitation and guilt wash away in her eyes as she submitted herself to him. Removing her arms from being wrapped up his back to wrap them around his neck. Pushing her lips onto his and kissing him passionately as Rafe immediately welcomed it. Wrapping his arms around her and pressing her body tightly against his.

“Take me home Rafe,” she whispered when she pulled back. “Take me home and make me yours, wanna be all yours too.” She said against his lips, causing him to groan deeply and recapture her lips with his passionately before pulling her away. Scooping her in his arms and dragging her to the ferry bridal style as she giggled and kicked her legs in excitement. The two knowing this was the beginning of a passionate, twisted love story. Sofia be damned.

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When they made it back to Tannyhill, it’s like a veil lifted over them. Encasing them in their own little world of passion and burning desire. Giggling into each other’s mouths as her heels clacked against the floors of Tannyhill, Rafe consuming her. He took the sheen material sitting over her left shoulder and slipped it off; watching as it fell off her shoulder erotically. The smooth skin of her shoulder, arm and now her left breast being exposed to his eyes without a layer in between. He immediately swiped the right sleeve, the flowy material sliding off with ease. The entire dress dropping as she was left standing in her matching pink thong that came with the dress. Plump tits and gorgeous body on full display for his eyes only. The faux-diamonds on her heels glistening and the real diamonds on her neck shining even brighter. Her flawless skin-tone glowing from the lotion she slathered all over it while getting ready and sparkling from the body glitter she applied to add to her appeal.

Rafe’s gaze ran over the entirety of her body. His eyes full of burning want and need for her. Wanting to ravage and defile her; looking at her with the same hunger a predator looks at its prey. He was gonna make sure she never wanted anyone other than him. He was gonna make sure she belonged to him in her entirety from body to heart and soul. He was gonna make her the queen of his mansion and Kildare. Ruling alongside him in a way Sofia never could. A placeholder and stepping stone for him to find the one he truly wanted. He almost felt bad about Sofia’s role in this situation; feeling like he only met her to be able to meet the love of his life. But his desire for the beauty standing in from of him squashed any feelings that weren’t the ones he had for her.

Rafe immediately grabbed her, throwing her over his shoulder as her shocked gasp turned into realizing giggles. Stomping his way upstairs and smacking her butt; turning his head to bite into it making her squeal as he smirked in satisfaction. Finally reaching his room -their room. Shoving the door open and walking to his bed, tossing her on it roughly as she bounced with delirious girly giggles. Immediately spreading her legs and bringing her pretty manicured hands to massage her beautiful tits. Her eyes full of want and need as she watched him hastily pull his clothing off his body. His belt buckle hitting the floor with a thunk as he pulled every last piece of clothing off.

Once Rafe was fully bare, his hard cock up-right and bobbing with his movements as he moved onto the bed on his knees. Slotting himself between her open legs, his big hands on both sides of her head and pressing his body to hers till they were skin to skin. Her tits pressed tightly to his chest; feeling as she began to whine her hips under him after feeling his hard cock rest itself on her covered pussy. Her hands immediately ran up the huge expanse of his back; feeling his smooth skin under her them as he kissed her roughly. Dominating her mouth immediately, strings of spit exchanging between their messy movements. Rafe beginning to grind his hips to match the rhythm of hers. His cock rubbing on her thong-covered pussy as they made out.

“Needed this so bad. Needed you,” he pressed another fervid kiss to her swollen lips covered in their shared spit. Rafe leaned his weight onto his left hand next to her head, pushing his upper body up as his knees bent to stabilize himself. Her thighs draped over his as he spread them wide with his position. Right hand reaching in between them and moving her soaked through thong to the side. Exposing her perfect cunt to him as he groaned deep in his chest at the sight. “So fucking wet for me huh, princess?” He inquired, clearly already knowing the answer. Rubbing his fingers through the silky folds of perfect pussy. Her legs immediately spreading wider as she whispered, “have been since the moment I met you.” Admitting that she’s needed him just as badly he needed her. Her words sexual but the emotion in her eyes sentimental.

Rafe smiled warmly at her, his eyes portraying the same emotion as he leaned down to get her a quick peck. Using his right hand to bring his leaking tip to her entrance dripping with her arousal. Sliding his tip against her hole before he slid it up to her clit, circling the swollen bud a couple times before guiding his tip back to her entrance. He popped it in, an airy gasp falling from her lips as a deep moan fell from his. He pushed slowly, breaking her cunt in around his thick cock, her legs beginning to tremble. Rafe pushed in till he was he was kissing her cervix, pressing soothing kisses all over her face as she whimpered and whine at the stretch. His big body pinning hers to the bed; chest pressed together while his thighs spread hers open. He brought his right hand back next to her head, beginning to grind slowly to get her use to the feeling of him breaking her open. Ruining her for everyone else but him.

“Mhmmm… s’fucking tight baby fuuuuck,” he emphasized the last word with a drawn out groan. Pushing his head into her neck that was exposed to him as she turned her head to the side to whimper about his deep grinding. Pressing kisses all over it and licking up her neck before sinking his teeth in harshly. Grinning into her skin when she cried out, hips beginning to match the rhythm of his as he stretched her to the brim. Rafe marking her neck with love bites as a declaration of his ownership over her. He brought his lips to her left ear, licking her lobe before giving it a light bite and then whispering, “can’t fucking wait anymore, m’taking what I fucking want, alright?” Beginning to snap his hips into her at a brutalizing pace. Her whimpers quickly turning into loud whines and cries, tears building up her in her pretty eyes and ruining her makeup.

“Yeah…that’s it,” Rafe groaned deeply before continuing, “cry for me baby, get use to the rest of your life. M’gonna fuck this sloppy little hole till my dick is imprinted into you.” He finished, grabbing her arms that were now flailing around to grasp onto something from his harsh pounding. Holding her wrist in his large left hand, using it as leverage to pound into her harder. A wicked smile on his face as he took what he wanted. “Never gonna leave you alone, keeping you next to me for the rest of my damn life. Fuck Sofia, this is the shit I’ve been waiting for right here -ah fuck!” He spoke harshly, voice gritty with desire and affected by his efforts at destroying her for any other man besides him. He meant it when he said he was going to fuck his print into her. “It’s me and you baby, remember that.” He reminded her, “just me n’you.”

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They’d been going at it for hours; taking each other apart in the most primal way. Rafe fucked her stupid till she passed out. Her heels long gone and thong ripped as he bent her into every position impossible; stretching her open and abusing her sopping hole with his fingers, tongue and cock. Whispering phrases of “that’s my good little cumslut. Doesn’t even care that she’s fucking over her best friend. As long as she gets daddy’s dick breaking her open, huh?” He spoke menacingly, his thick bicep wrapped around her neck as he pounded into her from behind. Face buried in her hair as she dug her manicured nails into his forearm. Her left arm bent back and held against her lower back with rafe’s left hand. Choked gasp of “yes daddy” and “just for you” falling from her swollen pout. Leaving Rafe satisfied as he replied a hushed “that’s right baby, ain’t gotta worry bout a damn thing aside from taking this dick.” Or “Got the sheets fucking soaked, maybe I should fuck Sofia one last time and press her face into the mattress so she can taste what real top-tier pussy tastes like.” His back against the pillows, her back pressed to his firm chest. Large hands hooked under her thighs and spreading her out while he bucked up with non-stop harsh strokes into her already filled and leaking pussy. Their mixed arousal dripping all over his balls as she had her arms laid next to his head; letting him take whatever he wanted. Crying out “no! mine!” when he dared even teased her with the thought of fucking Sofia again after this. Making Rafe chuckle as he spoke out a “that’s right baby, m’all yours. Just yours.”

After so many hours of fucking her stupid, she passed out immediately after the last round. Rafe holding her shaking body to his, her face pressed into his neck. His right arm under her head as his left caressed her hair; keeping her safe in dreamland while they lay on their sides. Kissing her hair every so often the hour she was passed out. He was about ready to get up and go to the restroom; attempting to slowly remove her right arm wrapped around his waist when he heard her whine. Her eyes blinking open, wispy lashes clumped together from the tears of passion he caused. “Don’t leave me,” she pouted, regaining strength to pull him back into her. The action causing a warm feeling to spread through his body like wildfire. He adored that she wanted him just as bad.

“Gotta clean you up m’love.” He whispered against her lips after pressing a soft kiss to them to soothe her. Watching her look at him with sleepy eyes; lust beginning to swirl in them again. “Nuh-uh,” she replied, pressing her right hand to his chest to press him into the mattress flat on his back. Straddling his body immediately, her hands on both sides of his head as she bent down to give him a kiss. Her leaking pussy settled over his cock, pressing down against it. Rafe immediately relaxing into the mattress and shuffling slightly to get into a more comfortable position in middle of the bed. When they pulled back he brought his right hand to cup her left cheek, running his thumb over it soothingly as they held the silence, staring into each other’s eyes. “What do you want, hm?” He questioned, though he already knew the answer.

“If you want something, take it. I know I did.” Smiling as he watched her lift herself up on her knees slightly, hand reaching between them. She gripped his already hard cock in her soft hand, teasing his tip against her clit making them both lightly moan. She didn’t do it for too long, already way too built up after weeks of tension between them. Needing him again even after the hours of sex he put her through already. She brought him to her soaked entrance, popping his tip in as she watched his face. His brows furrowed and bottom lip between his teeth as he watched her cute cunt swallow him.

Rafe immediately put his hands on her hips and positions his legs. Ready to immediately begin giving it to her and giving her a couple harsh thrust before her dainty hands smacked onto his chest and pushed him back into the sheets, shaking her head side to side to say no. Rafe’s brows furrowed with confusion his lips opening to say something before she interrupted his questioning with, “wanna take care of you daddy. Wanna be good for you.” Rafe’s body immediately relaxing as a satisfied smirk spread across his face. “Yeah? Well alright,” he smacked her left ass cheek with his right hand; then removing both his hands from her hips and laying them crossed behind his head. Ready to let her do all the work. “Get to it princess; daddy’s got a fat load waiting for you.”

Her hips began grinding back and forth, rubbing her overstimulated clit across the trimmed hairs at the base of his cock. Hands pressed into his chest and whines falling from her lips as she worked herself into it. Rafe biting his lip while darting his eyes between her body grinding against him and to her pretty face contorting in pleasure. When she finally felt ready she removed her hands from his chest; reaching her hands behind her to stabilize herself on his strong thighs. Wet plops of their arousal and skin smacking as she began bouncing herself up and down. Working herself on his dick as she cried out his name; Rafe entranced by the goddess on top of him. He didn’t know where to look, from his dick breaking in her pussy to her beautiful body moving sensually to that gorgeous face with messy makeup and swollen lips. He clenched his eyes from the overwhelming pleasure and feelings running through him; head turning to the left as she leaned down to start kissing and sucking marks into him the way he did her. When he opens his hazy eyes just a bit that’s when he sees it …

A picture of him and Sofia on his nightstand. Her face smiling brightly as she looked so happy. Half his face hidden in her hair as he gave a soft smile to the camera. A moment in time at the beginning of their relationship when Rafe felt like he could actually see himself building something long term; feeling that Sofia could fix him. A feeling that was now long gone. Rafe should feel ashamed; he should feel sick to his stomach. Guilt and despair should be bubbling in his gut at what he’s doing. But it doesn’t, not even a little bit. Not even at all. This is what was meant to happen, and it feels so fucking good. He turns back to the one he truly wants and doesn’t regret his actions in the slightest. This was his woman.

He’s got her on top, bouncing wildly as she chases her orgasm, beautiful body looking so erotic as it bends and curves enticingly with each of her movements. plump tits bouncing as whines, moans and airy squeak leave her pouty lips that are even more swollen with the harsh makeout session they had earlier. His back is against his bed as sheets weave around them messily. His head pressing into his pillow as he watched her with pure desire. Sex was never this good with Sofia, she wasn’t wild. Wasn’t adventurous, as plain in bed as she was outside. She never made his body burn ablaze or his nerves go haywire. She never consumed his heart, body and soul the way the girl on top of him does. Even with Sofia he felt something incomplete inside him. He didn’t know what he was missing to be found it. Till he found her …

“Oh fuck! Rafe.. you feel s’good…” she slurs with a drawn out moan from the back of her throat. Switching to grinding her swollen clit against the trimmed-bush on his lower pelvis again. The overwhelming feeling of his tip hitting her cervix becoming too much. A sticky, translucent mess of their mixed arousal inbetween her legs and leaving his cock drowning. He’d hurt Sofia again and again if it meant having this sight in front of him and these feelings running through him all the time.

“Mhmm… that’s it baby, ridin’ me so good,” groans Rafe from the back of his throat. Deep and low making her clench around him tightly and causing him to hiss from the tight hole suffocating his cock. “Fuck, gonna make me cum s’fucking hard if you keep doing that.” He warns. Bringing his hands that were behind his head, sliding them up to wrap around her back to push her down against him. Pretty tits pressed against his firm chest, skin sticking together from the sweat. He tangles his hand in her messy hair and pushes her pout against his thinner one. Immediately barging his tongue into her mouth and tasting remnants of himself from the messy blow-job she gifted him earlier. “So much better than her, you know that princess?”

Rafe should feel guilty about fucking his girlfriend’s best friend. But he doesn’t, because her knew. From the moment they met he was gonna take her and make her his, girlfriend be damned. Relationship be damned. Sofia would be okay, eventually. But he wouldn’t if couldn’t have his girl, he’d rather crush Sofia’s soul then let anything get inbetween them. Any softness he felt for her fading away quickly at the thought of her becoming an obstacle between them.

“Dadddyyy,” she whined into his mouth when his hips began bucking up. He took over control, his need to reassert dominance overtaking him. He was gonna make sure she would never leave him. She was stuck here with him and he was going to ensure it in anyway possible. Little ‘uh uh uh uh’s’ falling from her as he pounded up into her; his legs tense with stabilizing his movements. His right hand came to the back of her head to keep her lips pressed to his. Hips jackhammering into her as she took everything he gave her. Her arms beginning to flail around again to stabilize herself until he grabbed them in his left hand and pinned them to her back with her wrist in his large hand. He pulled his lips back, a string of spit connecting his to hers as she whined and tried to reconnect them. Rafe shook his head and nudged her nose with his as he spoke against her mouth. “Take it m’love, daddy needs you to take it. Need you to know you’re never gonna leave me. We’re in this together. You n’me.” Watching as her eyes looked into his with full sincerity as she nodded and choked out “you n’me. Don’t wanna leave you daddy. Never.” With that Rafe pressed his hips up on more time, groaning out her name repeatedly. His cock all the way inside her and tip kissing her cervix as ropes of cum dribbled out and filled her up for the what feels like the millionth time that night. His orgasm triggering her own as her legs shook in their straddling position; crying out into his mouth as she squirted around him again.

Rafe fell back into the mattress, her collapsing on top of him as they both were breathing harshly to catch their breathes. Rafe’s right hand came up to rub her back soothingly as she came down from the high he gave her; soft little cries leaving her that turned into almost inaudible whimpers. The two so wrapped in each other and the aftermath of their love-making that they didn’t even hear the harsh steps stomping up the stairs to Rafe’s bedroom.

When they’d gone out on their date, Rafe put his phone on ‘Do Not Disturb’ and ensured she did too. Not wanting any interruptions for their day together. And ever since then it hasn’t come off, the pair never realizing that Sofia was blowing up their phones with incessant text and calls. Questions of where they were, if they were together. Until she couldn’t handle it anymore and drove straight to Rafe’s in the middle of the night; praying the gut feeling she’s had for weeks wasn’t going to be confirmed tonight. Oh how she wishes she was wrong. She’d known for weeks, a gut feeling stabbing in her for so long. She’d been suspicious when Rafe had become so kind, tender to her best friend. Chalking it up to him wanting to make Sofia happy by being so welcoming and be a good boyfriend. When he started coming over everyday she was a little surprised, he usually called her over to Tannyhill. She knew he wasn’t a fan of the cut. When he began insisting on staying in for dates, always asking for y/n to intrude on them. It bothered her but she didn’t say anything, too worried about Rafe’s softness sizzling out and making her best friend feel bad. She was even hesitant to give him a key but did it anyway because she convinced herself she was being paranoid. ‘He’s finally man’ing up,’ she’d told herself. Only not knowing it wasn’t for her but her best friend.

She knew when Rafe became cold, distant. Starting fights over anything and everything; never wanting to talk it out and just leaving her wallowing in her own sadness. She knew when her best friend started acting the same, cold. Her distance deepening by the day. And when she came home one day to find them laughing together and eyes sparkling at each other, not even noticing she walked in. The two chatting away on the couch. It pushed her to pick up more work, needing to numb the nagging feeling and ignore the suspicions growing in her mind. But she knew, a woman always knows. And she most definitely knew when she walked straight into Rafe’s house. The scrape of pink fabric laying at the bottom of the staircase, one she knew belonged to her best friend. Sofia knew yet she needed to see it, needed to finally know that she wasn’t feeling crazy. But nothing could have prepared her for shattering of her heart as she slammed Rafe’s bedroom door open. Two people she loved so much, wrapped around each other as they pressed soft kisses to each other’s lips. In their own world till she screamed out an “I knew it!” and only then did their veil lift.

Y/n and Rafe turned to look at Sofia standing at the entrance of the bedroom, tears running down her cheeks. Rafe was quick to act, turning his body along with y/n’s to shield her. His back turning to Sofia as y/n fell to the other side; her right leg wrapped around his waist as she looked at her best friend over Rafe’s shoulder. A scowl now etched on his face as he looked back at Sofia through a side eye, “yo! what the fuck is your problem?!” He fumed, as if Sofia was a stranger intruding on their intimate moment. As if she was never his girlfriend, as if she was never anything to him. Sofia’s teary eyes darted between Rafe’s scowling face, to her best friend. Oh her best friend, someone she’d know for so many years. Someone who was practically a sister to her, someone she let into her home and around her boyfriend. She trusted her. “How could you?” she spoke to y/n, the pain in her chest almost debilitating. “How-how could you?! I trusted you! I let you into my home! I let you around my boyfriend and this is how you repay me! BY FUCKING MY BOYFRIEND!” She screamed, overwhelming feelings of anger and despair radiating off of her. “You’re a fucking slut! A whore!,” she stepped forward more into the room ignoring the ‘hey!’ from Rafe as she continued, “I should have known. You always begged for attention, just look at the way you dress. You’re a stupid attention seeking whore!” She raged at her best friend whose eyes full of guilt now turned into equal rage.

Rafe went to open his mouth and defend his woman when y/n spoke up first, “save me the fucking pity party Sofia! You’re just a sad case of another girl getting way to ahead of herself because a cute guy finally gave her attention,” she retaliated. Sitting up now, not caring about her state of undress or the cum leaking down her thighs as she pushed herself up to her knees on the bed. Finger pointing at Sofia as Rafe’s eyes darted between the two girls. “You’ve always made me feel bad! Like i’m someone who needs to be fixed and is full of faults. Always telling me where I went wrong or what I’m not doing good enough. You act so high and fucking mighty all the time like you aren’t trying to compensate for your own inadequacies!” She yelled, rage flowing through her and continuing when Sofia went to open her mouth, “I’m sick of the patronization hidden behind care. I’m sick of you making me feel bad for who I am,” y/n stepped over Rafe’s legs to stand on the floor and face her ex-best friend. Stalking toward her, “you’re always trying to fix people to make up for your lack of personality. Like everyone is in the wrong for being themselves just bc you’re too pathetic to know who you are. I’m done letting you do it to me. And I won’t let you do it to him,” she screamed pointing at Rafe who was on his back and holding himself up on his forearms as he watched the two ex-friends at each other’s throat. Turned on and feeling satisfied that the kitty claws he’s been working so hard to expose are finally out. A sick smirk on his face as he stared at Sofia.

“For months, you complained about him to me before I came here. How he was ‘unhinged’ and how you could help him. Make him better. And it wasn’t until I met him that I realized how wrong you were! Maybe he’s not perfect, maybe he’s rough and mean and fucked up! But that’s what makes him, him! And i love it! For the first time in my life I don’t feel like I need to put on an act, like I need to be perfect. He loves me for who I am not what he feels he can make into and I feel the same about him. So maybe we’re fucked up! But at least we’re not a miserable cunt who’s hellbent on fixing people because she can’t fix herself.” Finished y/n, her arms crossed against her bare tits as she stared Sofia down whose tears were running down her cheeks, face red with emotion and chest heaving. To add to insult Rafe let out a low whistle at y/n’s words and a small chuckle with an “ouch.” Watching as Sofia’s eyes left her staring contest with her best friend to him, not making any effort to move from her spot.

“You can leave Sofia, we don’t want you here. Ever.” taunted y/n, turning on her heels to walk back to bed and climbing in it while Rafe shuffled over to the other-side. Right arm widening to encase her with it as his left forearm held him up. Immediately wrapping his arm around y/n as she got near, the two smashing their lips together with a passionate kiss to add salt to the wound. Not letting up until they heard footsteps stomping out of the room and down the hallway. Rafe pulling back with that sick smirk on his face as he yelled out for Sofia to hear “don’t let the door hit you on the way out.” Both of them turned to the doorway and listening as they heard her sobs deepening and steps become quicker. The glass door slamming shut and letting them know she’d left.

They turned to face each other with wicked smiles as they smashed their lips together, Rafe using the arm wrapped around her to push her body onto the mattress and press himself flush to her. “That was so fucking sexy, you mean it? You love me? Flaws and all?” he smiled into her lips, chest feeling warm with love as she giggled and nodded. Kissing him again before saying, “as long as you love mine.” Eyes staring into his for confirmation that he quickly gave her, “baby Imma love all of you for as long as you let me. I don’t want some faux-perfect bitch, I want my girl who’s freak matches mine.” Capturing her lips again and ready to go for another round. Grinding against her till she pulled back with worry in her eyes, “wait! what about my stuff she’s gonna wreck it!” y/n whined and kicked her leg into the mattress.

“Don’t worry about it princess, I’ll replace it all and more.” He chucked and went to recapture her lips when she pushed against chest that slipped inbetween them, crying out a, “but Rafey some of that stuff is vintage! Irreplaceable!” Whining and pouting her lips as Rafe rolled his eyes playfully and grabbed both her hands in his large one, pinning them to the bed as he dominated her once more.

“Shuddup and let me love you. Such a brat. You’re lucky I love you so damn much.”

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a/n: damn i feel bad for Sofia ngl. the way i described Sofia was just for plot purposes! i just feel like Rafe needs a bougie baddie idk!

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A DC X DP IDEA #30

Salvage Tomorrow.

Imagine dis...

Every flash who has ever gone back in time tried to make the future a little bit better. From the main Flash Barry Allen to his future grandchild, Bart Allen. But he came from a desolate future, a future of ruins. He may have the power from the original Flash but it had been watered down, he may be fast but not as fast as the fastest man in the world, so the question is… 

How did he come back to the past?

He did not have enough energy or power to travel through the speed force and through time to safely arrive in the past without disintegrating himself… So how?

….

Danny Fenton also known as “Phantom” was thrust into another mission by Clockwork but instead of his usual errands where he needs to retrieve something, this time he needs to ensure a certain event must happen.

When Danny asked which point of time he would be sent Clockwork admitted that he would be sent to the future where Dan came from.

That startled Danny because as far as he is concerned the future is now gone and the main event where Dan is formed has been avoided, also Dan is slowly mellowing out and he is very sure Dan developed a soft spot for him. Clockwork sensing his ward’s question chose to open a portal to that timeline and began to explain. There is another event that must take place just as after Dan goes back in time just to ensure he was made, a speedster was supposed to travel back in time to prevent another major apocalypse and he needed a bit of help.

Clockwork also suggested Dan to come along, Dan is a bit skeptical since he left an impression on the remaining humans. Danny assured him that he could do this alone and he had done it multiple times. Dan just snarked back that Danny might be attacked and it would be a shame if he died from a puny human.

With much more arguing Danny was sent back to the past to help the Flash at the time to go back in the past.

…

When Danny gets to the end of the portal, The scene surrounding him is eerie, with degradation and ruins that represent the once-thriving society that he remembers. Collapsed buildings and overgrown plants litter the streets, showing the remnants of a once-thriving community. Danny can practically taste the ash that clung in the air.

There he was, He couldn't help but wince at the future that his future self did, no wonder the Observants wanted him dead the moment Danny gained his ghostly powers. He can barely sense any living being as for the undead one, immediately cleared out of his way the moment he even breathed in his direction. Using invisibility he flew to the nearest human camp that he had sensed after 3 days of exploring for any signs of life. According to Dan, Danny remembers, that he knew there was a small group of humans who survived the initial killings and tried to hide from him 

He saw that the majority of them were civilians living off the scraps they had found in the ruins of their cities. Some were trying to plant some seedlings into the soil, but Dan had poisoned the soil with ectoplasm as a form of a slow execution or some sort. All of them are weary and vigilant as if Dan would come back any moment to finish them off.

Of course, Danny can't just stroll there, from the way they tense they would run off any minute plus he didn't know which one would go to the past. 

At first, he started off helping them in terms of small things like if they were a bit cold during the night a few more blankets would appear. They were running out of drinkable water, a trail suddenly appeared towards a small creak that wasn't infected by the ectoplasm. 

At first, everyone was able to brush it off as a stroke of luck but then the remaining heroes or those who have a connection to the said former heroes began to doubt the sudden gifts they tried to catch the person giving them gifts but it took a child’s laughter to catch their invisible helper.

…

Danny was just dropping off another small batch of supplies hidden a few feet away from the main group so that when they went exploring they could find the said supplies. The group for exploration left the camp leaving with a few children who had survived along with some young adults to watch over the said kids. One of the kids began crying as if their situation finally sunk in, Danny who was still invisible tried to comfort the child but it was then the group to explore went back and Danny forgot to turn on his invisibility, Let us just say panic ensued.

…

After the entire fiasco of yelling, shouting, fear, and screaming they can talk civilly to each other after a few weeks of Danny proving himself further that he is not Dan despite looking like a smaller carbon copy of the man.

Danny didn't want his relationship with Dan to be known so he let them draw their conclusion, he heard from afar that they were slowly trying to trust him as if he was truly Dan they would have killed them already since Dan broadcasted his fight, do you even call a massacre a fight? To enjoy their screams.

Danny was too elated to hear the good news that he missed their conclusion of him being Dan’s son who is trying to do good despite their father being the cause of such an apocalypse.

A Bat, from the insignia etched to their chest, finally interrogated Danny on why is he there and Danny homestyle told them that he could be a battery. At first, a flash of surprise etched on their face then went back to their neutral form. The said Bat member asked how Danny knew, Danny evaded the question and proceeded to insist that he could help whomever they were sending to the past since not only they are missing the needed parts to their machine but they also needed a battery powerful enough to power up the machine.

…

After a much-needed trade and interrogation, they finally decided to let Danny help. With Danny’s expertise, they were able to finish the pod to let one of them travel back in time. Bart Allen was chosen as not only he is a speedster but when it comes to the delicate balance of time travel the Flash’es are the ones to handle it. 

Just as they fire the pod that contains Bart, Dan suddenly appears looking grimly at the group, Danny, and the machine. Bart’s final moments before he was sent to the past were the horrified looks from the group that protected him and Danny’s scared/grimacing face at the face of Dan.

…

The last remaining group of humans slowly disappears as a result of Bart’s change in the timeline. The Bat looks at Danny with a determined look trying to blurt out codes to Danny that if he ever needed help the Bats in the past should recognize the code. 

Bart and The Last Bat can’t help but get close to the ghost boy who despite his father tries to do good.

…

As the last human disappeared Danny can’t help but blurt out to Dan that it was hard to gain their trust, and that’s why he was late. Dan just rolled his eyes and told Danny that he was there to fetch him since this timeline was about to vanish. Danny the ever petulant child let Dan drag him by the collar to the portal as he watched the reality he knew for a few weeks gain cracks and destroy itself.

Surely Danny thought, he would never see Bart again. He had been Phantom since he was 14 and it had been 3 years since his accident and there had been no contact from Bart.

…

Meanwhile, Bart has been trying to find a Phantom ever since he went back in time. As if the universe is against him when it comes to trying to find Danny, something is at foot and needs his full attention. During his mission, the theory “Phanton is the son of Dan” solidified when he saw multiple cave paintings and even mentioned Dan. Which made Dan old enough to procreate.

…

It was a mission gone wrong that reunited the two. Bart along with Kon and Tim on a usual mission to bust some villain's butt, but of course when things got too well things went sideways, and able to kidnap them.

Opening his eyes, Bart took a good look around him, he was cuffed with anti-meta cuffs that dampened the powers of metas who committed a crime. He along with his teammates are all tied up in some sort of Occult Ritual for the Lazarus pits. Bart joked to Tim also known as Red Robin that this only happens in Gotham and they were states away from Gotham. Tim who is looking at their predicament with seriousness chose to ignore Bart. Bart looked a bit bored and thought that this must be a good idea to page Danny.

As the cult group tries their botched pronunciation of Esperanto, Bart who is known as a man of science just like the original Flash and Wally, clears his throat and begins chanting alongside the cultists. As the mist suddenly invaded the room, ice began sprouting from the floor trapping the cultist inside of them.

Both Red Robin and Superboy are now on the edge seeing the cultists were able to summon something and Bart is now smiling across his cheeks since he recognizes that ice anywhere.

Bart yelled out to Danny in the mist, both Red Robin and Superboy were now looking at him with surprised looks as someone responded to Bart. A white-haired teen wearing royal regalia from his head to his boots with glowing green eyes reminded Tim of the Lazarus pits.

The mysterious white-haired teen greeted Bart tiredly as seen from the deep eyebags below his eyes. Bart immediately went to chatter Danny’s ears off as Danny tried to free them from their bindings. Just as Bart excitedly introduced Danny to his friends, Danny immediately went alert and told them to hide immediately. Tim and Conner who are still distrusting Danny, suddenly yelped at Bart as he dragged them to hide behind one of the ice pillars. 

Tim the ever detective tried to ask what was going on and Bart just hushed them with an attitude that they had never seen from the time-traveling teen. A green glowing portal appeared behind Danny and what emerged made Bart’s face turn paper white.

Tim has questions about what is happening and opts to stay quiet and observe. Bart whom Tim knew as cheerful, chatty, and optimistic about the dire situation suddenly went quiet and began to fear whomever appeared behind “Danny’s” back.

The thing that emerged from behind Danny is a larger, buffer version. Of himself with a few details and traits missing from their savior to the newcomer. Danny tensed and asked why is he there and the new commer smirked grabbed “Danny” by the collar and dragged “Danny” towards the portal while “Danny” was weakly protesting.

The moment the portal disappeared Bart looked in the direction where their savior had been dragged off with a mix of confusion and dread and immediately barked at Kon to break the cuffs that hindered his powers while marching towards the direction to the nearest Zeta tube.

…

Danny just answered a cult’s calling not because he wants to evade his paperwork no sir, he is one responsible halfa and he would never use every excuse he can come up to escape paperwork. The ritual that the cult is using is powerful… oh no….. He deadpaned at Dan as he disappeared from the castle.

When he did appear at the scene he immediately spotted Bart, no wonder he heard a familiar voice in between the botched Esperanto. Danny is just happy to reunite with his friend when he feels Dan is fetching him. Danny told Bart and his friends to hide as Dan might scare them, first impression people!!!

Danny wants to introduce to Bart a redeemed Dan after he asks Bart if he is okay with seeing the person who turned the world into ruins. He may never listen to Jazz when she rants his ears out but some knowledge tends to stay you know.

Dan just smirked as he dragged Danny away knowing that another pile of paperwork added to the mountain of it. Danny just whined to Dan about why is he even doing this when Dan is the regent, it was agreed upon by the Ancients that Dan should be a stand-in as the king of the Infinite Realms while Danny finishes his royal studies to become king and his human life. Dan just said that he just has to look pretty while Danny does the actual things.

Danny just pouted at the notion, as he lay his head on the table that impressively holds the tons of paperwork that reaches to the ceiling of the former king’s castle he can’t help but notice his relationship with Dan. Gone with the anger and malice, replaced with fondness and affection between them, brother, a word Dan accidentally muttered when he thought he was asleep. 

Dan is painting himself a target, Danny mused, with the GIW doubling their efforts, despite their continuous idiocy the rare times they managed to capture one is devastating. Any none ghost knew that there was a new king but not who, with Dan’s appearance could easily gain all the enemies of the real king aka HIM. Declaring Dan as the king is keeping him safe and unknown to everyone aside from the closest Ancients who knew the truth.

 A ploy to keep him safe.

Danny just sighed and wished Bart could help him out of the paperwork. 

…

Meanwhile, the JL is in a panic, Time travelers typically avoid telling directly what’s going to happen to avoid further complications the moment they step their feet, so they try to steer the present just a little bit for a better future. So when Bart, the time traveler from a desolate future bursts into the meeting room full of the founding members with two of his teammates trying to catch up to him, about Danny. Flash immediately jumps into action telling Bart to stop what is doing, Bart reiterates that Danny is not his father and Batman immediately barks out a report.

So Bart explains, explains a ruined future,  a future full of poison that seeped into the soil and water rendering everything dead, a future where there were only small groups of humans, a future where it was ruled by a tyrant named Dan, a future where his only son Danny Phantom defied the said future so that Bart could go back and change the future.

Constantine explained that they have to be careful, with Dan being the king of the Infinite Realms, they have to tread carefully, or else it may be seen as a declaration of war. If Trigon only conquers different realities then Dan has the power to destroy the universe and realities as they know it. He can make Trigon and Darkseid out of the business.

…

PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

 PPS: I am now confused about which prompt I should post due to my idiotic self mixing up the date so we’ll go back to the former schedule.

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

Ok I think I have my solution. A quick disclaimer in the beginning authors note that goes something like

“I started writing this fic immediately after the Flash finale because I was very angry with how dirty they did Zoom— so he may be a bit too over-powered.”

*laughs nervously* haha fuck. I made Zoom way too powerful

And am now questioning the entire fic

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Emergency Contact

Jaune and Oscar are in the hospital waiting room

Jaune: man, I can't believe you dislocated your shoulder.

Oscar: Jaune, the gym is a place where people go to push themselves.

Jaune: You slipped by the water fountain.

Oscar: I was thristy from working hard(handed Jaune some forms)will you help me fill this out?

Jaune:(start writing on forms)full name-Oscar Pine uh, emergency contact?

Oscar: oh, um..I don't know how about you man,(seeing jaune look at him in shock) I mean like if you want right.

Jaune: no yeah that's really nice of you.

Oscar: it doesn't have to be permanent or anything.

Jaune: oh yeah no, it's just a lot of responsibility.

Oscar: I figured you could handle it.

Jaune: what about Barry, Barry would be a great emergency contact.

Oscar: oh yeah I didn't think about Barry.

Jaune: I'll just put in Barry's info.

Oscar: but don't you think you'll be more convenient, you did brought me here today.

Jaune: yeah, but it's omelet night in the cafeteria so I was already coming here anyway.

Oscar: Jaune, we been teammates for a long time now don't you feel like this is the next step.

Jaune: wouldn't this this be more fitting for a family member.

Oscar: my aunt lives on the other said of Remnant.

Jaune: your girlfriend, do have a girlfriend, you don't have a girlfriend, I knew that but you do have an ex-girlfriend.

Jaune:(realized) oh that would be bad I'm dating her, it's just a big step witch is why I feel Barry would be a better fit.

Oscar: Jaune why are avoiding this wait are you somebody else emergency contact?

Jaune: I didn't want you to find out like this.

Oscar(upset) who is it?

Jaune: it's Ren.

Oscar: Ren but Nora is his emergency contact.

Jaune: he had to be taken to the ER after swallowing a posinous spider witch jump into his mouth tell me that not the coolest thing ever.

Oscar: OK listen I do want details about that later but why can't we both be your emergency contact.

Jaune: Well it's difficult what if you both are in emergency at the same time, I'd have to save one and let the other die.

Oscar: That is so unrealistic

Jaune: Is it have you seen The Dark Knight?One explosion one gets horribly disfigured and If Ren had half a ponytail he probably died of grief anyway it's a lose lose.

Oscar: (hurt)OK so uh just like that you're saying no.

Jaune: don't be like that we're still be teammates.

Oscar: witch is just an empty term now.

Jaune: was it a very meaningful term to begin with.

Oscar: Jaune! Teammates are supposed to be there for each other ok they're supposed to look out for one another And they're supposed to say yes to being each other emergency contact

Jaune: all right fine you want to know the real reason.

Oscar: yes.

Jaune: I'll tell you! I'm scared.

Oscar: of what?

Jaune: What if you swallow soap and I don't know the number to poison control, What if you put your hand on a hot stove and I'm not there to tell you that's hot no touch.

Oscar: Jaune I'm a teenager not a toddler.

Jaune: haven't stop you before.

Oscar:(gasp) Okay , listen I understand that you're scared I do But this is something that means so much to me and If anyone going to have my back it's you man.

Jaune: You mean that.

Oscar: of course.

Jaune: thanks man.

Jaune slap Oscar shoulder making scream in pain.

Jaune: oh right that's why we're here, I'll do it.

Oscar: thanks man you're the best.

Jaune: Barry is going to be so disappointed.

Oscar: jaune we don't have a teammate name Barry.

Jaune: Yeah I was hoping you wouldn't notice.

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Endless Nights - Price x Reader

I started thinking about Sandman again because of Barry Sloane as Destruction of the Endless and went back to reread everything Destruction is in, including his Endless Nights story. Now I can't stop thinking about Price x archaeologist reader...

1.7k, please forgive any archaeological or military errors I only took like 1 anthropology class two years ago

You've been on all sorts of digs, but this has got to be one of the most chaotic. Your team's been sent to this peninsula to unearth some recently discovered artifacts. They think it's remnants of a little-known indigenous population, and it's your job to dig everything up safely.

Only problem is, there's a military base on top of it.

"Maybe it won't be so bad. Military personnel are good at following orders," your coworker says while you're unpacking your tools.

You snort. "Yeah, but they're equally good at putting holes in things and blowing things up. I don't think they have a lot of respect for fragile ancient artifacts."

"Ouch," your coworker says, wincing and putting a hand to his chest in a mock expression of pain. "No love for our nation's bravest?" You roll your eyes at him.

"It's not like that. I'm just saying we need to be vigilant about keeping them away from work sites. Take no shit, as it were."

"With the military? Good luck, I guess."

It's not that you dislike or even distrust every single person who's ever been in the military, it's just that you don't have much faith in their ability to hold respect for your work. Archaeology is quiet, meticulous work, a far cry from gunfights and kicking doors in. You're going to be here for quite a while, and if you don't establish boundaries right out of the gate, you'll be fighting an uphill battle for the rest of the dig.

That's what you're telling yourself as you sit in a gray, featureless meeting room. You and your supervisor are supposed to be meeting with a John Price, a British SAS captain. Kate Laswell, an American CIA agent, told you he's the proxy you'll be cooperating with during the dig.

You're prepared for all sorts of men to walk through that door: a balding middle-aged man with a power trip, or perhaps some blustering meathead whose voice no longer goes lower than a shout. Instead, the man that walks through the door and shakes your supervisor's hand leaves you staring, just barely keeping it together enough so you're not drooling with your jaw on the floor.

He's hot.

Your head fills with static as he turns to you and hits you with possibly the most endearing smile you've ever seen on a man. It's not just that he's somehow pulling off the beard and mutton chops look, or that his rough British accent is making you feel some type of way down there. It's the way he walks, like it's heavy—

"Pleased to meet you," Price says, shaking your hand. His hand engulfs yours as he gives it a brief squeeze. It takes your every last brain cell to answer with something other than Please tell me you're not wearing a wedding ring because you're actually single.

The meeting consists of him and your supervisor laying ground rules while you nod mutely and try not to audibly moan when Price adjusts himself in his seat, his hips moving in a way that is definitely going to undo you if you think about it too hard.

You walk out of the meeting having barely survived, but confident that the whole ordeal was a one-time thing. He's just who you complain to if one of the soldiers stumbles into a work site and smashes one of the artifacts, after all. You'll never have to see him.

Except you do. Every day, multiple times a day, he's there. He's obviously got his own shit to do of course, but it's like you can't get away from him: walk into a tent, and he's there chatting to one of your coworkers. Eat a meal, and he's there talking to a squad of soldiers and clapping someone on the back with a hearty laugh. Turn a corner, and he's there to full-body slam into you—

"Pardon me, sweetheart. Didn't see ya there." You're ashamed to say you don't do much more than stare at him with what must be the most pathetic petrified doe eyes as he gives you a pat on the shoulder and goes on his merry way. That was like running into a solid brick wall...

It would be fine if it were just you having a silly little unreciprocated crush. You've had those before and survived. But what starts to get to you is the little things: the way his eyes flick to you when you enter his vicinity, accompanied by a nod. The way his eyes linger on you for a moment too long before looking away. The brief touches against your shoulders or hips when he's maneuvering past you in a small space.

Frankly, it's driving you crazy, and it's starting to show.

"If you dust that piece any harder, you're going to damage it," your coworker scolds you. You all but jump backwards from the piece you're working on. You'd been so absorbed in mentally dissecting his body language the last time you were in the same room as him that you'd brushed the piece far beyond the point of being clean.

This won't do. You have to do something about this.

Mercifully, you've been given your own individual room to sleep in, which is quite the luxury after a career full of sleeping in dusty tents or sharing bunks with coworkers. It also gives you enough privacy to...take care of business, as it were.

Obviously, you didn't bring any "tools of the trade" that weren't useful for your work, so it's just you and your hand past 11 pm. You feel beyond perverted, slipping a hand between your thighs as you think of Captain Price.

You can still feel the weight of his hands on your body, brief though they were, and picture what else those touches could be doing. Your own voice slips out in a moan as you imagine his, low and grumbling yet soothing while he pushes you into the sheets, that endearing smile turned devious and devastatingly sexy as he spreads you open for him with those hands of his and collects your wetness on his fingers...

Your heart jumps out of your chest as you hear a knock at the door. You all but fall out of bed, scrambling to pull on enough clothing to be decent. "J-just a minute!" you call, inwardly cursing yourself for how breathless you must sound.

You answer the door, flustered and a mess, to see the subject of all your fantasies staring there. For a split second, you're petrified by the possibility of Price having heard your desperate whines and whimpers and knocking on your door to politely ask you to quit cranking it in his barracks.

"Apologies, sweetheart. Hope I didn't wake you up?" His eyes are so striking, so sincere, that you know he could have woken you up from the best sleep of your life and you'd still be unable to be mad at him.

"No no, I was...no need to worry. What can I do for you?" you say, relief flooding through you. Of course he didn't hear you. He's not a total pervert like you.

"Well love, I...it's probably best if you come take a look for yourself," Price says, looking almost sheepish. Your heart sinks a little—this cannot be good.

He leads you out of the barracks towards one of the job sites, directing you towards a table with several excavated artifacts laid out. "One of my men thought it'd be wise to steal his mate's torch, had him stumbling around in the dark out here. He says he bumped one of these tables and heard something fall on the ground, and I figured you should know right away instead of waiting 'til the morning and having all sorts of people tramping through here."

You give him a brief grateful look before crouching down with a flashlight. After a bit of looking, you find the missing object: a thick shard of pottery, lying forlornly on its side by a table leg.

You reach forward to pick it up, but the captain has spotted it as well, resulting in his hand landing on top of yours over the pottery. For a brief, dizzying second, his hand lays heavy and warm over yours, and you could have sworn that his fingers had shifted as if to take your hand in his.

In a blink, the moment's over, and the captain's hand shoots back to his side. Trying not to make an utter fool of yourself, you push yourself back up to a standing position, examining the pottery shard with a discerning eye.

"Looks like no harm was done," you say to him with a smile. "Mayday averted."

"Good to hear. I'll make sure the knuckleheads who did this receive a thorough dressin' down for this incident." You're grateful that the warmth rushing to your face at his stern tone can't be seen in the dark as you carefully set the pottery back in its place on the table.

"I'll walk you back to the barracks. Can't have my favorite archaeologist stumblin' their way around themselves, now can I?" You nod mutely, unable to look at him for much longer than a few stolen glances.

The two of you are quiet all the way back to your door, where you stand in the hallway, fidgeting with your hands and feeling the urge to say something, anything. "Thank you," you blurt out. "For not waiting until tomorrow morning. There's no telling what foot traffic would have done before we noticed the missing piece."

"Your work's important, love. And while you're here, you're our guests. It'd be rude to not be taking care of your work, wouldn't it?" You nod shyly, basking in the warmth of his attention.

You're frozen to the spot as he leans in to whisper directly in your ear, his lips brushing against it. "Next time you're relievin' a bit of tension, feel free to stop by my quarters, yeah? I think you'll find there's a lot more I can take care of than just your work."

Your eyes go as wide as saucers as he winks at you. Before you can even process what just happened, he's already walking away from you down the hall.

Feeling like you've just been handed some delicious and forbidden secret, you whirl around to shut yourself into your room, sliding down with your back against the door to sit on the floor. Did that truly just happen? Are you hallucinating? Or had you fallen asleep by accident and you're really just having some beautiful, delusional dream?

It doesn't feel like a dream when you realize you're soaking wet.

God, I cannot wait until Barry Sloane's Destruction promo images drop. For reference, these are the posters we got for season 1:

To be very honest, I wrote this like a possessed woman in the span of like an hour. I don't think there's going to be a part 2 unless you guys really get me going with some new ideas 😅

Also, I don't have a tag list (because I write almost exclusively for one particular Austrian), but I will tag my beloved @danibee33, and @ceilidho, as thanks for giving me Barry Sloane brainworms.

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Over the nine seasons of Flash, Barry and Team Flash came up against seven different speedster antagonists who all had their own reasons in wanting to see the fastest man alive along with his team trip and fall. But which speedster antagonist did you like best?

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Your Jill

Summary: After all you've been through, you still see remnants of your Jill. (Jill Valentine x fem!reader)

Word Count: 3.2K

Notes: very little! one use of (L/N) and it irks me. Oh I also can't write angst so this is very much just a learning curve for me. Please enjoy regardless

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For reasons unknown to you, you stir in the middle of the night. You look over to your left, eyes groggy with sleep, seeing the sleeping figure of your girlfriend under the covers. Her back is facing to you, and your fingers twitch with the urge to reach out and pull her to your chest. However she was a light sleeper and jumpy, and you'd probably end up with a broken hand before she even realised what she'd done. The sliver of light trickling past the curtains falls onto her, and you can only imagine the way it would trace across the bridge of her nose, the dip of her lips, and the scars settling on her chest. With a bittersweet smile you think of Jill, your Jill, before your smile falls.

You wanted this to be over.

For her. for both of you.

You didn't want to do this again.

Sighing out through your nose, you close your eyes, mind reeling with memories that melded into dreamscapes.

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"Hey, you got a second Valentine?" you call out, swinging your boots off the desk you had propped them up on. She throws a glance over her shoulder as she does her own paperwork, eyebrows drawn together as a scowl begins to form. "What?"

A grin begins to spread over your lips as you prop your elbows on your knees. "Captain isn't going to be back for a while, want to go grab a coffee?"

She tilts her head as she looks at you, hand coming up to grab her beret and throw it onto the desk, fingers combing through her hair. "Go ask one of the rookies to get you one." she mutters, before going back to her report.

"Awww, don't be like that." you groan, standing up from your desk and coming around to hers, settling atop the wood and paperwork. She casts you another half serious look of irritation, wiggling a cream-coloured folder out from under you. You lean forward slightly, giving her your best pout. "It's not the same if it isn't with you."

She scoffs at that, hitting your knee lightly with the folder. "You mean it's not the same if it's not on Captain Wesker's time." she corrects.

"Exactly." you smile. "So how about it?"

Jill thinks for a moment before shaking her head, a small smile flitting across her lips for a second. Your own mouth quirks up in response, heart pounding at the thought that you might be able to pull a laugh from her. She leans back as she looks up at you, arms crossed over her chest as she goes to form words.

"I-"

"Valentine. (L/N)."

Her words fizzle out as you both catch the intense gaze of your captain, his silhouette half obscured from the hallway he emerged from. "Everyone to the briefing room, we've got as assignment for alpha team. Departing to Arklay Mountains immediately."

"Yes, sir." you call out, while Jill nods. Wesker seems content enough with that, nodding once curtly before heading back the way that he came. Your shoulders dropped once he was out of sight, exhaling softly. His gaze was always so firm, despite constantly being held behind those black shades.

"Guess we better get going huh?" she says, patting your knee as she stands up to walk around you. You hop off the desk, boots thudding as they hit the floor. "Yeah," you mutter, running a hand through your hair in irritation. Cockblocker, you think to yourself, groaning internally at your missed chance. You'd been trying the last month to ask out your co-worker, and it had taken another two before that to work up the courage to even entertain the idea. Yet when you actually tried to put your plan into action, it seemed that the universe had other plans. Barry, or Wesker, or Brad, and especially Chris managed to pop up at the most inopportune time and steal her away.

"Hey."

Jill's voice snaps you out of your frustration, hip popped as she calls over her shoulder for you. "You get us coffee when we're back, and I'll consider it a date, yeah?"

Your eyes widen and mouth runs dry. She shakes her head at the red tinge blooming across your ears, and the way your usually confident facade stutters out a "s-sure," before the sight of her back disappears around the doorframe.

God damn it, three months of trying to ask her out, and she bet you to it.

and yet you had to do it again.

"Jill!" you call out, rushing forward to the door that she's kept behind. You see the recognition flash in her eyes as she stands up, coming to clutch the rusted bars of the small window. You push past Chris with your shoulder, your hands covering hers over the bars. "Are you okay?"

She nods, swallowing tensely. "Better now that you're here."

"Okay, break it up you two." Chris grunts, gently pushing you to the side as he goes to unlock the door. When it swings forward you slip around Chris, stepping into the dingy room. You look her over, scanning for any injuries. "You worried me," you breathe out. Her hands twitch in time with the corners of her lips and little do you know the urge she has to pull you into a hug.

"Wesker's betrayed us." she informs, something you've already come to figure out.

"Yeah. Some first date, huh?" you say softly back, shoulders dropping with a faint smile. Jill smiles for a brief second, and in this situation, it seemed to light the dark, dingy prison cell. She doesn't say much as you all leave together, but you can tell in the clench of her fists, the way she's set her jaw, and the faraway look in her eyes. She isn't the same person as when you left. You can't tell exactly what's missing, but the ache in your heart festers into a seed of worry as you watch her retreating figure stepping into line with Chris. Despite losing something, you could still see her in there. Your Jill.

and again.

"Jill," you call to her, grasping her arm desperately, your pistol in the other. "Jill, we have to go, now." you plead, not even bothering to mask the fear in your voice. She has her eyes trained on Brad, struggling to keep back the horde of infected chasing after you. Your pistol shakes in your other hand. "Jill!" you shriek, and she finally looks your way. Whatever expression you're wearing on your face snaps her out of it, and with a mournful look at Brad she turns to you, grabbing your arm back and runs ahead, dragging you after her.

The cool air of the Raccoon night burns your lungs, but you choke it down greedily. you want to cry; you want to scream.

 fuck this.

 It'd only been a few months since you both got back from Arklay Mountains, from the Spencer Mansion incident. Chris was gone, Wesker had betrayed you, and both of you had been placed on surveillance like criminals. You lean over, now free hand covering your face as you try to get your racing breath under control.

"Hey."

Brad was bit. the city was on fire-

"Hey. Listen to me." Jill says roughly, grabbing your shoulder to make you look up at her. When she meets your eyes her gaze softens, and she lowers her voice. "We're gonna be okay. Take a deep breath, and take my hand, alright?" she says, holding out her hand for you to take. You nod, calming your nerves enough to take her hand. She was never like this while you were S.T.A.R.S, but since you had both been forced to leave after trying to bring up the mansion mission, you'd gotten to see a softer side to her. Was it a little fast to move in after only dating two months? maybe. But you both had been reluctant to be alone after coming back, and you'd quickly found that the only person who could calm your nightmares was someone else that had also lived it. Thank god for that arrangement, or you wouldn't have been together when the giant fucking monster burst through your living room.

Maybe that wasn't such a good thing, but at least you weren't alone when it happened. You take another deep breath, calming your nerves. you were better than this. You were S.T.A.R.S. "Yeah. I'm okay now." you say, trying to be firm. You reload your gun with one hand, meeting her eyes and pushing down the fear that threatens to bring bile to your throat. "Let's go."

She smiles at that, corner of her lip pulling into a smirk.

"There's alpha team's finest."

and again.

"Get the car going!" Jill yelled at you, hand bracing the roof as she sits in the passenger side.

"I'm trying!" you holler back, hand turning the key and desperately trying to start the engine. The thing that had been chasing you was in your sights, straight ahead of you. the thumping of its feet on the cracking roof of the parking garage matched the violent thudding in your ribcage.

"Come on," you plead with the car. "Come onnn," you hit the steering wheel once. "COME ON." you roar, turning the key harshly again and the engine finally turning over. "It's coming closer!" Jill yells, reloading her gun.

"I know it is, I can see!" you snap back, foot slamming onto the acceleration and shooting both of you backwards into the seat. You grunt when you plow forward and it makes contact with the monster, hand that’s not on the wheel throwing the car into reverse before ramming it again. on the second contact the windscreen shatters, and the creatures thick hand grasps around your throat.

"Get off of her, you bastard!" Jill's lips are pulled back into a snarl as she empties a clip into its arm. You struggle for air, foot still all the way pressed on the accelerator. Suddenly you can breathe again, air burning as it rips down to your lungs. It takes only a moment of weightlessness for you to realise that it wasn't the gun that made it let go, it was the fact that you were hurtling off the rooftop. A scream rips from your throat, and you look over to Jill.

"I'm sorry" you mouth to Jill, unsure if the words actually come out over the wind whipping through the car, but you hoped your last moments would relay that to her regardless.

When the car smashes, you feel your head hit the steering wheel, brain slamming into the wall of your skull and exploding a round of pain behind your eyes. Your limbs are heavy, senses ringing, but you can feel the hand of someone clenched around your forearm, dragging you from the wreckage as you flicker in and out of consciousness like a stop motion frame. You want to make words, let her know that you're conscious, but you can't. The exploding car doesn't help the numbness in your ears.

Are you really going to die like this?

The vibrations of the monsters’ heavy footsteps echo through your bones.

Maybe you are.

"Hey fuckface!"

The words seem to cut through the ringing of the world around you, and despite the light stinging your eyes you manage to crack them open. The monster has caught a rocket launcher in its tentacles, flinging it away before it’s engulfed in the flames of the second shot. You weakly shield your eyes, Jill pulling you up to a sitting position. A man comes running towards you, rocket launcher falling from his shoulder. "Easy ladies, I got ya." he murmurs, helping you sit up more as Jill and the stranger each loop on of your arms over their neck. Your eyes flutter to Jill’s, her gaze worried and her lip bitten anxiously. You give her a faint smile, feeling the blood on the crown of your head start making its way to your temple. Maybe you will survive the night.

and again.

"Jill! Jill please!" you beg, eyes filled with tears. She thrashes below you, snarling like she was a beast, teeth clenched. "Jill, honey, please it's me." you let the pet name slip, yet her face doesn’t change.

 You had come as quickly as you could, when Chris had said he'd found a lead that Jill might be in Africa. That she might be alive. You're not sure if you were ready to forgive Chris just yet, not sure if you could ever erase the sorrowful look of him on your apartment doorstep, throat closing up as he tells you that she sacrificed herself to take down Wesker, tackling him into a canyon. You'd wanted to slap him then, to take out all your anger and rage and sorrow in that one moment.

But you didn’t.

You opted to slide down the doorframe, taking deep shuddering breaths as Chris silently tried to console you as an apology.

You had both argued about chasing Wesker before she had left with him, an argument that had started in the afternoon and had boiled into the night. You had argued that Chris was chasing a ghost, a fight that extended past her, past you. He was the one that had gone to chase Wesker while you both had been stuck on house arrest, who was somewhere in Europe while you tried to escape the burning hellscape of Raccoon City with the Umbrella merc, Carlos. You had argued that you should try to settle somewhere else, try to get away from the blood and the terror and the horror that seemed to cling to both of you like a second skin. You wore the scars across your arms from dealing with the nemesis, and if that meant the most you did was be a desk cop the rest of your life, maybe that is what it should be. It was safer.

She couldn't let it go. You could see it in her eyes and the tick in her jaw. Her argument was that he was still out there. That he needed to be stopped before he hurt more innocent people, before Raccoon happened all over again. You had asked her if she was seeking justice or revenge.

Neither of you spoke to each other when you got into bed that night, and she had been gone in the morning. that was the last time that you saw her.

and again.

"Help me get it off!" you holler, Chris and Sheva coming around to your side. you dodge another kick from Jill, eyes trained on the device on her chest. Chris gives you a nod, Sheva firing at her feet while Chris tackles her from behind. your boots scrabble against the stone floor, blood rushing in your ears as you lunge for the device on her chest. you hook your fingers under the cool metal and pull, heart clenching at the screams that fly from her mouth. You don't let up as it starts to part from her skin, or when her nails come to dig into your forearm so hard they draw blood. With one final tug you wrench your arms backwards and the device separates from her skin with a sickening snap.

You're thrown backwards from the force, quickly pushing yourself to your forearms and crawling over to her. She groans softly, and you pick up her head to put in your lap. Your eyes meet Chris, full of fire that hasn't burned that bright since your S.T.A.R.S days. "Get him." you hiss. "I'll look after her. Get. Him."

Chris nods, casting a worried look to Jill before sighing through his nose and turning away. He signals Sheva to run with him to the elevator, while you give him a nod in confirmation. Wesker was dying today, and while it may not be with your own two hands, it would definitely be through your will.

Jill coughs weakly, making your head snap back towards her. Your fingers hover over the burns on her chest, not even sure where to start. You feel your heart crack a little tracing over the wounds, the holes from the tubes bleeding and spilling across your fingertips. The lump in your throat returns, and you try your best to hold back the tears burning at your waterline. Jill hated it when you cried, except this isn't something that could be fixed with an apology, bottle of wine, and a good time in bed.

"Hey," she calls up to your softly, fingers curling around your own as you sniffle. "You came back for me?" she asks weakly.

"Of course," you scoff indignantly, trying to channel your confident persona through the tears. "Can't let you have all the fun all the time."

She grins at that, a weak curl of her lips that lets you know that after everything, she's still in there. Your Jill is still in there. "What do you think of the new suit?" she croaks out, smirk weak. The attempt at a joke in this time makes the tears spill over onto your cheeks, lips wobbling as your facade comes down.

"I think..." you whisper out, tone wavering. "I think I like you better as a brunette."

She gives a tremoring smile at that, her fingers squeezing yours reassuringly as you lower your lips down to press against her forehead.

This was never happening again. not if you could help it.

━━━༻❁༺━━━━

But it did. it always did. Again, and again and again and again.

You let out a soft sigh, watching as she sleeps peacefully. It's two days after she got back from a mission at Alcatraz, chasing some bioweapon lead. You hadn't been able to get her out of the field despite how much you tried, but it's not like you did either. the scars on her chest were still prominent but had healed over to pale white lines and the remnants of the burns. It was always again and again and again. Your eyes skim over her silhouette, taking in the steady rise and fall of her chest.

You wanted to give her the life you both had thought you could achieve back in Raccoon, before everything went to shit. You weren't oblivious to the way that her eyes lingered on the kids that would play in the park when you both walked home in the evening. The slight pause of her eyes on the dress boutiques as you went out for a date at the weekend markets, staying a little too long on the wedding dresses in the window of the city shops. It's not like you hadn't thought of that. You'd gone in numerous times to look at engagement rings but always walking out empty handed and dejected. The more you thought on it, the more you ruminated on it, you knew it was unlikely she would say yes. If there's anything you knew about your Valentine, is that she would never allow herself to say yes. She'd put people first, everyone else's happiness before hers, as she had always done.

Despite the years and battles that had worn your hands, whittled you down piece by piece, you could still see the remnants that were there. Your Jill, still in there after everything.

You closed your eyes again, trying to get back to sleep. You could sleep it off, distract yourself the next day, but the thought would always be there in the back of your mind.

The thought telling you that one night when you rolled over, when you met the eyes of your forever girlfriend, that you wouldn't recognise the Jill staring back at you.

And your Jill would be gone.

[dogfancier]

Ch White Star Barry, st bernard, published 1910

"Ch. White Star Barry won his championship at Piping Rock Show, Sept. 5, 1908, at 14 months old, the youngest champion in America at that. His other winnings include New York, Newark, Brighton Beach, Mineola, Hackensack, Wissahickon, Sound Beach, Piping Rock, Newark, Danbury, in 1908. His record for 1909 is winning at W. K. C. Show, Philadelphia, Dreamland, Danbury and Newark. He was whelped June 22, 1907, and is by Remnant Barry out of Hanover Queen."

[coldflash-corner]

When getting-together fics don't hit the spot that day, I think of Coldflash loving each other and consistently being in each other's lives, and not being together

Because Snart's a criminal and his loved ones getting hurt is an occupational hazard

Because Barry's a hero and his loved ones getting hurt is an occupational hazard

Because what if a time remnant of Eobard shows up and kills Snart just because Barry loves him?

Because Barry would rather die himself than lose Snart, and the same can be said the other way around

Because sometimes their communication is just yelling at each other until one of them leaves

There's a depth and beauty to a love that isn't neatly tied up in the labels of committed relationships- the kind of relationship that doesn't come with a list of cultural rules and expectations, just exists in this fluid, oh-so-present form

Just because they aren't dating doesn't for a moment mean they don't both fully know there is mutual love

[dullahandyke]

Thinking abt the seven birds speech again in relation to the forgotten decade again because like. The vast majority of their titles describe them in the stolen century but are broken in the decade after. The twins are separated, Barry loses his lover, Magnus fails to protect Julia and Raven's Roost, Merle abandons the peaceful beach and his family. There are still remnants, in how they act, particularly with Barry being driven by his love and gestures such as Merle attempting to make peace with Gundren Rockseeker, but broadly their titles don't fit as well as they used to.

This is with the glaring exception of Lucretia and Davenport.

Lucretia was always the journal-keeper, but lonely? You could argue her title is split in two; she used to be just the journal-keeper where she no longer is, and she is now lonely like she didn't used to be.

Meanwhile, Davenport's title of wordless one is only applicable to his voidfished self.

I don't know where I'm going with this, but it's interesting. I think there's something vital in that it's coming from Maureen, who had the most contact with Lucretia. Did she ever see those lonely journals? Hear stories of the twins and the lover and the protector and the peacemaker? See Davenport without words in the BoB? There's something there.

[starkidsonnets]

interpretation of ambiguous stimuli

barry milland x ghost! reader (platonic)

| contains : angst and fluff, allusions to torture, very brief blood mention, brief Keller mention, Prisoners (2013) should be a warning in itself tbh

| word count : 1686 (i am SO sorry)

| note : thanks to @rune-tisms (my beloved) for the idea ! this fic has zero dialogue and i've never written for a ghost before, so. um. yeah !

What a strange shape. 

Right there, down by the radiator. 

What is that? 

It was warm, especially in its centre, and its heat spread to the floor directly beneath it. 

Its vibrations disturbed the still air around it, and whatever it was had a tendency to cry. 

It was unlike the other shapes that moved about your involuntary residence. Those shapes were fast, loud, and fleeting. Harsh. Vibrating through the air, creating crashing waves instead of the gentle ripples of this shape. This shape, which was slow and quiet, for some reason did not move from the floor until the other shapes moved it. 

It shivered and shuddered, whimpered and cried, sometimes humming weaky to itself. 

Sometimes you’d join in, harmonizing lowly with your own melody. But whenever you started, it stopped, and began to weep instead. 

Still, you had never seen a human look so... wrong.

The people that frequented the abandoned apartment were typically the passive kind, drifting in like shadows, with nowhere better—warmer—to spend a cold and rainy night. They would huddle in corners, wrapped in tattered blankets or the remnants of their lives, their faces etched with weariness and resignation. By morning, they were gone, like wisps of smoke dissipating into the dawn.

Of course, there was the occasional junkie, a figure whose frantic energy cut through the stillness, eyes darting as if searching for salvation in the debris. They came in like a whirlwind, bringing chaos with them, but they never lingered long. The flicker of excitement or danger faded quickly, replaced by the same old weariness that haunted the place.

But it was different now. You sensed a shift, an unsettling presence that clung to the air like fog. You couldn’t quite understand what was happening, but you didn’t like it. The constant crying pierced through the silence, a sound that echoed with desperation, filling the empty spaces with a haunting melody of sorrow. You could feel the terror radiating off the poor soul. He was a fragile figure engulfed in shadows. His anguish was palpable, a thick fog that settled over the remnants of the apartment, suffocating and oppressive. It weighed heavily on your restless soul, a burden you wished you could lift.

His name was Alex, you had discovered. 

Words were difficult to pick up where you were, drifting through the ether of an abandoned apartment, a space long forgotten by the world outside. Names, however, remained a curious certainty, like fragile wisps of memory that floated just beyond your reach. You clung to them as if they were lifelines in the fog of your existence. In the quiet of the apartment, you could almost feel the weight of his name around you, its energy crackling like static in the air. It didn’t suit him, you had decided. Though, who are you to judge, really – you can’t even remember your own. 

You watched the shadows shift, feeling the familiar ache of longing wash over you. It was a cruel reminder of your own absence, a juxtaposition of existence and oblivion. The remains of the sink lay in chunky pieces across the dirty, cracked ceramic tile floor. Fragments glimmered in the dim light, their sharp edges reflecting the pain that had filled the room. He, you had discovered, a man full of grief and anger, had been awfully loud tonight. His voice had risen to a fever pitch, each word laced with a venom that dripped into the air like poison. It was a raw, primal sound, one that clawed at the very fabric of the night, terrifyingly loud, echoing through the desolation. You felt the tremors of his rage, the way it pierced the hearts of those around him, whether they were beating or not... As the men’s shapes finally disappeared into the night, shapes melting into the darkness, you felt the weight of the atmosphere shift. The tension that had gripped the room began to unravel, replaced by a silence that was both haunting and relieving. 

It was a strange feeling, this relief mingling with the remnants of turmoil. You lingered amidst the debris of shattered porcelain, the echoes of that man’s anger still ringing in your ears. However, there were more pressing issues afoot. Alex, his name, you reminded yourself, was still here. Shaking, crying, as he was usually left. It felt as though the fragments of the sink mirrored the pieces of his spirit – broken, jagged, and full of anguish. The sight of him, hunched over and lost in his pain, twisted something within you. You yearned to reach out, to bridge the chasm between his sorrow and the solace you wished to offer. But how does a being like you, between light and shadow, comfort a man whose grief felt so solid, so real? The air around you felt charged with unspoken words, each one pressing against your ethereal form, longing to take shape. You wanted to gather him in your arms, to whisper gentle reassurances that the storm would pass. You imagined wrapping him in warmth, even if it was just a fleeting touch of air, a breath of comfort that would remind him he was seen, he was heard, he was not alone.

Your breeze felt comfortingly cool against his smouldering skin, a gentle caress that brought with it a fleeting sense of hope. Alex looked up, his form becoming clearer to you as you pushed for a connection. His eyes went wide with a mixture of longing and despair, searching for a sign that someone had come for him. The swing of a door, the crack of a window; anything to break the suffocating silence that enveloped him. But there was nothing, just the echo of his own breath mingling with the distant sounds of the night. Yet, the breeze persisted, wrapping around him like a tender embrace. It swirled through the room, whispering soft promises of comfort, less like a breeze now and more like a cool blanket of air. It dried the tears and blood that clung sticky and streaky to his cheeks, easing the rawness of his pain. You wished you could do more, to take away the source of his suffering, but this was the extent of what you could to affect a world you technically no longer existed in – this soothing presence, this quiet reminder that he was not alone. That there was someone, somewhere, who cared for him. As your cool air enveloped him, he could feel the weight of his grief momentarily lift, if only just. It was as if your essence flowed into him, mingling with his sorrow, offering a sense of calm amidst the chaos. You drew closer, willing your energy to merge with his, hoping he could feel the warmth of your intention: a silent promise that you were there, watching over him. 

With every shiver of your essence, you conjured memories of light, moments of joy that had once danced in his eyes. You wanted him to remember the simplicity of normal life, to feel the warmth of the morning sun, to know that even in the depths of despair, there was a flicker of hope waiting to be rekindled. You could mirror his grief, having lived through it, having died with it. Each wave of sorrow that washed over him resonated within you, a familiar echo of a life once filled with love and laughter that had been abruptly severed. You understood the depths of his despair because they mirrored the abyss you had stared into yourself, the moments when hope felt like a distant memory.

With a flicker of intent, you shifted the atmosphere, causing the air to thrum with electricity. Suddenly, the window that hung just above him rattled, the glass trembling as if a gust of wind had swept through. Alex’s gaze snapped to the sound, confusion mingling with the slightest glimmer of hope. Encouraged, you pressed on. The hammer that had been stuck into the wall slowly tilted, nearly turning upside down entirely before you let it fall, letting it hang as it was. You could almost feel the way his breath caught in his throat, a mixture of fear and curiosity. You wanted nothing less than to scare him, so you left it at that. 

Speaking and having anyone hear was beyond you, a boundary that felt insurmountable. Yet, you couldn’t help but wonder if he would still shy away from you when you sang. It was a notion that filled you with a quiet determination. And so, you let your essence shift and take form, weaving together a gentle melody, a lullaby of sorts that floated through the air like a soft caress. The notes emerged from the depths of your being, light and airy, filling the abandoned apartment with a warmth that contrasted the cold shadows. It was a simple tune, one that carried the weight of longing and comfort, echoing the very emotions you wished to convey to Alex. You poured your heart into each note, hoping they would reach him, wrapping around him like a soothing blanket.

As you continued to weave your song, the walls seemed to respond, absorbing the melody and echoing it back in gentle waves. The shadows flickered in time with the rhythm, creating a soft light that cast dim shapes across the floor, like moonlight through a prism. You felt the atmosphere shift, the heaviness that had clung to the room beginning to lift, replaced by a silent invitation for him to join you, as you have joined in on his quiet melodies before. 

Softly, his voice worked in his throat, broken little hums that accompanied your echoing song. The sounds emerged like fragile wisps of smoke, tentative and uncertain, but they added a depth to the melody that warmed the air around you. You held him tenderly, and he shivered, but didn’t seem discomforted. He simply leaned his head back against the wall, his breathing slowing until he was too tired to hum with you. So, he listened, holding onto your gentle presence, a fragile whisper of comfort in the quiet of the night.

[atommadly]

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄-𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | Harry Wells x Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Low self esteem, comfort

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘫𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘺. 𝘞𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘺𝘤𝘭𝘦.

Masterlist

The lights in STAR Labs flickered faintly, casting long shadows across the mostly empty space. The hum of electricity, the occasional beep of monitors, and the scratch of your pen against paper were the only sounds in the room. You sat hunched over your workstation, surrounded by the remnants of your failed invention: scattered wires, burnt-out circuits, and disassembled components. Your head was pounding, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t stop. Not after what happened today.

The scene kept playing in your head like a cruel, unrelenting movie. The streets had been chaos — a meta-human with the power to manipulate soundwaves had wreaked havoc in the city, causing explosions and mass panic. You had spent weeks building a device that you were sure would neutralize their powers. You’d tested it, checked every calculation, every piece of code. It was supposed to work.

But it hadn’t.

Instead of stopping the meta, the device had overloaded, sparking violently and fizzling out in seconds. By then, the damage was done. People had been hurt. Buildings had been destroyed. You’d watched helplessly as the Flash had done his best to minimize the destruction, the weight of your failure crushing you with every passing moment.

And now, here you were. Picking apart your creation, trying to figure out what went wrong, trying to make it better. Trying to convince yourself that you weren’t useless.

You didn’t hear the door slide open behind you.

“Still at it, I see,” came Harry Wells’ dry voice, startling you so much that you dropped the tiny screwdriver you’d been holding.

“Harry,” you said, exhaling sharply as you turned to face him. “What are you doing here?"

He stepped into the room, arms crossed, his sharp blue eyes scanning the cluttered table in front of you before settling on your face. “That’s my line,” he retorted. “It’s almost midnight. Why are you still here?”

You waved a hand at your workstation, your voice tight. “I need to fix this. I can’t leave it like this.”

Harry didn’t move closer but stayed where he was, studying you with that unrelenting intensity that always made you feel like he could see straight through you.

“Why?” he asked finally.

“Why?” you echoed, incredulous. “Because it didn’t work! People got hurt because of me, Harry. If I don’t fix it, more people could get hurt next time.”

“Ah, yes,” he said, his voice heavy with sarcasm. “Because you’re clearly the only person responsible for the safety of Central City. Forget the meta-human causing destruction, or the team of people working to stop them — clearly, it’s all on you.”

You flinched at his words, and Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair. His tone softened. “Look, I know you’re upset, but you’re not thinking rationally. You’ve been here all day, haven’t eaten, haven’t slept, and now you’re blaming yourself for something that wasn’t your fault.”

“But it was my fault,” you insisted, your voice breaking slightly. “I built that device. I told Barry it would work. I was so sure—”

“You were sure because you did everything right,” Harry interrupted. “You tested it, you checked your calculations, you poured your heart into it. And sometimes, even when you do everything right, things still go wrong. That’s life. That’s science.”

You shook your head, tears stinging your eyes. “It doesn’t matter. It still failed. I failed.”

Harry stepped closer then, his expression softening even more, though his voice remained firm. “Listen to me. You did not fail. The device failed, yes, but that doesn’t make you a failure. You’re not omniscient. You’re not perfect. No one expects you to be — except, apparently, you.”

You didn’t respond, your throat tightening as you stared down at the mess of parts on your desk. Harry sighed again and reached out, plucking the circuit board from your hands. “That’s enough,” he said. “You need to take a break.”

“Harry, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he said sharply, cutting you off. “And you will. You’re not going to fix this tonight, and running yourself into the ground won’t help anyone.”

Before you could protest again, he turned and strode over to the small kitchenette in the corner of the lab. You watched as he opened cabinets, pulled out a tin of tea, and filled the kettle with water. The mundane nature of it all was almost surreal.

“What are you doing?” you asked after a moment.

“Making tea,” he replied simply. “You’re going to sit down, drink it, and stop beating yourself up. And if I have to stay here all night to make sure you do, so be it.”

The stubborn set of his jaw told you there was no arguing with him, so you let out a defeated sigh and leaned back in your chair. The tension in your shoulders was unbearable, but you felt it ease slightly as Harry bustled around, setting the kettle on to boil and retrieving two mugs.

When he returned, he placed a steaming cup in front of you and pulled up a chair beside you. He didn’t say anything at first, just sipped his own tea in silence, his presence both grounding and strangely comforting.

After a while, you broke the silence. “Why do you even care? I’m not exactly your favorite person.”

Harry snorted softly. “Don’t flatter yourself. You’re tolerable.”

You couldn’t help the faint smile that tugged at your lips, though it quickly faded. “I just… I feel like I should’ve done more.”

“You always will,” Harry said quietly. “That’s the curse of people like us. But you need to learn to let go, or it’ll eat you alive.”

You stared into your tea, the warmth spreading through your hands and chest. For the first time all day, the tight knot of guilt and anxiety in your chest began to loosen.

“Thank you,” you murmured after a while, your voice barely above a whisper.

Harry glanced at you, his expression unreadable but softer than usual. “Don’t mention it.”

The quiet stretched between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Slowly, the exhaustion you’d been pushing aside all day began to catch up with you. Your eyelids grew heavy, your head nodding forward until it rested against your folded arms on the desk.

When you finally fell asleep, Harry didn’t leave. He stayed by your side, sipping his tea and keeping watch over you. Because he knew better than anyone how hard it was to carry the weight of the world — and how important it was to have someone there to remind you to put it down.

[amelia-queen-black]

Night Visit

An unusual noise disrupted the calm of the night. Oliver sat up carefully, his eyes wide open in the semi-darkness of his cell. Muffled voices. People walking down the corridors. This was strange, the guards patrolled alone at night, and if prisoners had somehow escaped their cells, they wouldn’t be chatting away but would try to be discrete. Intrigued and on guard, he sat on the edge of his bed, the cold concrete under his naked feet chasing away the last remnants of sleep.

Two figures recognizable at a glance appeared in his field of view through the bars and his jaw almost dropped in surprise. He had to resist the urge to pinch his arm in order to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. No way. These two idiots didn’t just break into the most secure jail of the country to help him escape.

“We should have gone by the control room to find out which cell he’s in.”

“No need, we’ll find him easily, super vision, remember?”

“If I used my speed, we would find him even faster.”

Oliver rolled his eyes and moved to the bars with muffled steps. They didn’t even have a well-established plan for their attempt to free him. These two were incorrigible.

“We’ve talked about it, you’re likely to wake everybody up by entering their cells and raising their sheets to see their faces.”

“Not to mention that some sights might scar you for life,” Oliver said.

Barry pulled a face in disgust before reacting and running up to his cell while Kara smiled from ear to ear as she came up at normal speed, carrying two boxes in her arms. The two superheroes seemed out of place with their colourful suits in this grey setting. They shouldn’t be here.

“You should leave,” Oliver said. “I can’t escape and become a fugitive, my family…”

“Yeah, yeah, we know, Dig explained everything,” Barry interrupted. “Is that how you greet your friends? Also, can we talk about the beard?”

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