#girl I’m sitting here at work getting EMOTIONAL about him and this club….

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I’m literally so in awe of big gabi…the way strikers think they’re going to have an easier time with him over saliba just because he’s not the “““star””” and so they target their runs toward him instead, and he just deals with it. puts them right in his pocket like it’s NOTHING. then goes and scores a goal for us just for fun. does it all for the badge….we’re so fucking lucky he’s one of ours ♥️

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"Best-friends"

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plot: Best friends shouldn't have steamy dreams of each other. they shouldn't be the subject of each other's daydreams. they shouldn't be jealous when you flirt with other ... or should they? Angel's your best friend, but lately you've been pulling away in order to understand your growing feeling for your oldest friend. Feeling the distance angel stops by making all your feelings a little more real.

pairing: angel reyes x Reader

warnings: sweet 🥰 & steamy 🌶️

word count: 2.1K

authors note: hi, so I promised a draft purge months ago this is a little mayans imagine i've had for awhile for Angel, are we team Angel or EZ? Or both?

You guess the saying is true, men and women can’t be friends without one of them catching feelings. Unfortunately, this time it’s you who’s been bitten by the bug. You and Angel have been friends for so long it feels like he’s always been a part of your life. So much so that your family knows and welcomes him. You weren't always as close as you are now but in the past six months you’ve found yourself thinking about him more than usual. Stealing looks while he laughs, getting a little jealous when he flirts with the girls around the club and missing him more than you should when he goes on runs. Instead of leaning into it you've been trying to pull away and get a grip on ballooning emotions. In true Angel fashion he’s shown up anyways to complete a project you asked him to do since last month. You hand him a glass of fresh lemonade and he takes it wiping the sweat from his brow.

“I'm starting to think this friendship is unequal,” he huffs, taking another sip. You smile looking at the fruits of his manual labour. He’s built you two bookcases in the past hour. Aside from your need for a place to house your hobby, there's a benefit to having Angel performing the task in his wife-pleaser, slightly sweaty, muscles bulging as he lifts the heady wood, searching through piles of brackets, bolts and screws assembling them. His arms, his hands, his attention. Swallowing you look away from him trying to get a grip…

“You do the physical labour and I do the intellectual” you smile tapping the wood.

“Hmm, that’s how this works?” he asks looking up as he slides another shelf into place.

“Yup” you smile “Looks good”

“Where do You want them?” He asks standing. He’s substantially taller than you.

“Over there” you point. He moves them into place without struggle, looking down you find they're on wheels.

“You change your mind too much. I’m not gonna put my back out” he huffs in his angel way and you flip him off playfully.

“While my indecision marinates, my mom wants to know if you want to stay for dinner?” you ask.

“I thought we were going out to eat later?” he asks, raising a brow.

“You know how they are about home cooked meals versus spending money and eating out” you roll your eyes and he smiles.

“Why don’t we eat here then and hangout after?” He offers.

“Ok” you smile and repeats it mockingly in your exact tone. He’s missed you. You hadn't been around lately and it was grating on his nerves. He’d stay up late sometimes staring at the ceiling wondering if there was someone else you were spending your time with. He’d even woken up in cold sweats from nightmares of seeing you out with someone else.

You end up at Angels where you spend almost as much time as you do at your own home. It’s in desperate need of decoration and a feminine touch. He wouldn’t even have cookware and dishware if it weren't for you.

“Come on, the sick shit is about to start” he calls like a big kid from the couch. You smile relishing in the moments where he’s unguarded and animated. Where the smile overtakes the intimidating appearance of a large man with a muscular build and tattoos a part of a motorcycle club.

“Almost done” you shout, loading the last of the dishes into the dishwasher.

“Y/N!” He shouts impatiently and you wash your hands quickly heading to see the action beginning. You sit beside him and he kisses the top of your head wrapping an arm around you. It’s a level of intimacy you don’t share with anyone else. You hold him back and he puts your legs over his. Your mom has said a thousand times that you’re too close to not be together. She thinks it’s a recipe for disaster and right about now you believe her. You don't know when you fell asleep but you wake up to Angel carrying you.

“It’s alright, I got you” he whispers, carrying you into his bed. You doze off again and feel him put a shirt over your tank before peeling off your leggings. You stir again when he comes back smelling like he just had a smoke. He heads to the bathroom. He gets into the bed gingerly considerate of your sleep. Sleepily you scoot over to his warm body and his arms find themselves around yours. You fall asleep in no time.

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It’s been awhile since you've  been woken up to morning wood. Angel's dream must be a good one. You smile sliding away from the active appendage and head into the bathroom. Evidence of your proximity is all over. You have a section in his bathroom. When you lift the face wash you smile because it’s lighter than usual. He’s been using it too. You find the dishwasher emptied  and start on breakfast. Angel comes in half an hour later looking like a daydream, with bedroom hair and sleepy eyes.

“Smells good” He mutters.

“I tried” you admit putting a plate in front of him. 

“What are you up to today?” He asks.

“Putting my books away”

“Those things are filthy” He jokes, eating the bacon with his hands like a caveman.

“Whatever” you roll your eyes and he smiles all the way to his eyes very amused.

“Aww she’s blushing” he teases.

“Shut up” you laugh sitting with your own plate.

“What’s up, you’ve been a little distant. Work or mama stressing you out?” He asks attentively. There’s no hiding from him.

“Maybe both”

“You don’t need the job. I told you you can manage the bar” he offers in a bid to keep you close.

“I didn’t go to school to manage the bar.”

“So what, you're gonna be like this for longer?” He asks.

“Explain how I’m being?” you ask suspiciously.

“Not in the moment.” He says “In your head and not letting me in” he says.

“We’ll I'm working through some things”

“What?” he panics internally.

“Personal things” you shrug casually looking into your plate.

“Come on!” He laughs. “We’re practically one person” he snaps, tossing his fork into the plate and sitting back.

“I’m getting my period, who knows it may just pass” you lie.

He deadpans, “You don’t think I know you get your period at the beginning or end of the month. You just lied” he says and you laugh shocked at his attentiveness.

“Angel!” you laugh shocked but he’s not amused.

“You’re seeing someone aren’t you? One of those sissy pretty boys you know I won’t approve of” he says making you smile.

“No, I’m not” you affirm and he relaxes a touch.

“Not a pretty boy?” He raises a brow.

“I'm not seeing anyone” you tell him honestly but it doesn't settle him.

“Y/N, you can tell me so I can look into him. You’ve only been here once this week” he says and you sit on his lap. It's what made Angel different from the rest of the guys you'd been friendly with. He wasn’t trying to control you, he'd be right by your side when the shit got sticky. He’d let you live and he’d clean up all the mess without judgement.

“I’m not seeing anyone, there’s no one you need to kill. I’ve just been trying to get my shit together” you explain and he holds you close.

“You can get your shit together here. There’s enough space for the both of us.”

“What happens when you decide to go steady with one of the barfly’s?” you ask leaning into him, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

“Not gonna happen” He laughs holding you close.

“Remind me to take you back to the gym. Gotta get you better at boxing in case one of these creeps you don't want to tell me about gets out of hand.” he says. He runs his thumb over your knuckles. You feel compelled to tell him the full truth. You get up and pour yourself some water.

“You’re doing it again, wait did one of the guys say or do something?” He stands.

“No, the guys are well, they're great in their own special way…” you shrug, turning your back to him.

“Y/N, you’re killing me here” Angel snaps.

“Angel, don’t feel weird about this okay?”

“No promises” he huffs, leaning forward attentively.

“I’ve been having, I don’t know…” you trail, having never been here before.

“Y/N spit it out” Angel says worriedly.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about what us together would be like” You admit. He stills for a while before he finally blinks and his posture relaxes. When he finally takes a breath he places a hand on his heart. His eyes close and he shakes his head in amusement.

“Don’t ever fucking scare me like that again” he warns with a smile. It throws you for a loop. 

“I’m here thinking you’re hurt or sick or in danger” Angel snaps.

“I’m not sure I’m not” you joke and he smiles coming over.

“Way better than those books” he says standing in front of you closing the space between the both of you and running his hands down your shoulders to hold both of your hands.

“Huh?” you ask looking up at him.

“Us together, it would be way better than those books” he smiles. Your cheeks burn before you smile back. “It’s about time hermosa” he smiles leaning down and placing a kiss on your lips. It’s the first and hopefully the first of many.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask.

“It means I’ve been waiting for you to come around for awhile now” he says candidly.

“Since when?” you laugh shocked.

“Since the pool party” he says and that was nearly a year ago.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask.

“Showing you was better” he says and you think of all the ways our connection has evolved this year. You stand against the counter and he closes the space between you again. He kisses you harder this time. You make out like teenagers and it sends my heart racing. You’re breathless when it ends and you rest your head on his chest. He rubs circles onto your back.

“I just knew you were a good kisser,” he mumbles.

“I need to sort my room out, we can pick this back up later” you tell him wanting more but needing some time to process your excitement and all the new info.

“Why? You don’t need those books anymore” he says, appealing to every one of your senses.

“They aren’t all about sex Angel, just the few you happened to pick up” you reason and he shakes his head knowing it's another half truth.

“You into that shit? The guy getting a little rough and being dominant?” He asks playfully, grabbing you by the neck. He’s never been rough before and your smile answers the question. 

His eyes close in appreciation and excitement. “Shit” he smiles, coming in for another kiss. This one is soft in spite of your acceptance or his rougher side. It’s perfect though.

“You can tell me what you’re into when I’m done” you smile pushing him away determined not to walk into your home freshly fucked after a night out. After all the waiting you and Angel need more than a few hours, all day and all night.

“I’m a simple man,” he says in surrender. “Pretty sure I’ll like anything you do to me” he says, making you laugh.

“Walk me out” you tell him like you would any other time. He gets the door of your car for you as usual but when he hugs you he takes a handful of ass.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” he says, validating your feelings.

“Make it a habit” you whisper, kissing his cheek. Angel steps back, closing the door with a full heart and a stiffy.

“Plan to” he smiles knowing there's absolutely no way he's gonna be able to keep his hands off of you. Not even after he's touched every inch of your skin and given you every inch of him. Not after you become a Reyes or after you have a little one making your stomach swell. Not after your home is filled with children and he has to sneak into the bathroom for some alone time in the shower. Not when his hair is more salt than pepper, not when his hands are too weathered to ride his bike anymore. 

Not ever.

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Life Jacket - Chapter 1

Conrad Fisher x Eldest Conklin Sibling Reader

I just wrote this so quickly cause it was sitting in my head and it had to get out. Go read this post for an idea of what this series will be! I'm very excited about it!

Here's Part One!!!

Word Count; 1.2K

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Cousins. Lots of mixed emotions came with going to Cousins. I loved it I really did, but I wasn’t blessed with the privilege of experiencing the blissful, worry-free love like my sister. Things still followed me to Cousins, responsibilities. And I always was stuck wishing they didn’t.

My siblings got to go swimming whenever they wanted, I had to swim once a day to “keep up with it” in my parents' words, mainly my Dad. I know they don't mean it. That in their hearts they do it out of love. Cause I do love swimming, I really do, but sometimes I wish reality could go on pause so I could live freely for a little while. With no concerns, or right way or wrong way, just me doing as I please. Without my Dad here the past two summers it helped. He’s harder on me than Mom. I grew up to realize it was just cause he didn’t really know how to be a parent. Does anyone really?  But his way of showing me love as a parent was by promising my success and ensuring my future. Well, I got recruited to Harvard's swim program with a scholarship so I guess his way of love kind of worked.

Despite everything, Cousins meant I got to see them. Susannah, Jeremiah, and him. Conrad. He was what stirred my emotions about Cousins the most. I’d had a crush on him for as long as I could remember. But I couldn’t tell him. I couldn’t jeopardize our families like that.  I didn’t have time for boys. I had tried to date here and there, but everyone got bored, or mad that I “didn’t have enough time for them”. I couldn’t even get upset because they were right. I didn’t have time for them like normal high school girls did. I couldn’t hang out after school, I had swim practice and very few high school boys wanted to hang out just to do homework together once I got home if you know what I mean. I couldn't afford to be distracted, so I let them all go. I couldn’t do that to Conrad, put him in that situation. I also think I couldn’t do it to myself. The other boys didn’t matter, but him? Losing him would crush me so hard that I don’t think I would recover.

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I drove to Cousins with Steven in my car.  I had saved up all summer and bought my trusty Volkswagen Passat last Fall. That was another pro about Cousins, the money. I've worked as a lifeguard at the club since I was 15, and I also did swim lessons there as well as private lessons. Those people will pay real well to have an all-star swimmer teach their three-year-old how to float I’ll tell ya.

“So you excited to work this summer?” I asked Steven. He got a job at the pool snack stand at the club and I had helped Jeremiah get a position as a lifeguard.

“Yeah, I guess, I’m excited to make big bucks like you have been all these summers.” He smiled at me making me instantly light up. Steven just had a natural energy to him that brightened people's moods. 

We jammed out to music for the rest of the drive and before I knew it we were pulling in the driveway. I noticed my mom's car wasn’t here yet. Knowing her and Belly, they probably stopped for snacks. Man, this house. I dreamed about this house. It was absolutely beautiful. I honked, our signal to them we had arrived. 

Jeremiah was the first one to run out to see us, but Susannah was not far behind. Conrad was nowhere to be seen, odd. I didn't have time to think about it though as Jere scooped me up in a big hug and spun me around. I noticed then how much he had grown since last summer. He probably started working out and he definitely grew a couple of inches. As we said hello he had a huge smile on his face, he usually did Jere was always a golden retriever in human form. 

Then Susannah came up to me. when Susannah hugged me it was like life went on pause, the way I always wanted it to. In her arms I was safe, in her arms I was still just her baby, the first born girl. 

“ Wow Y/N look at you, my precious girl, you've bloomed," Susannah said to me as she held the sides of my face. I never doubted a word Susannah said, the way she said things made me believe them. Susannah never said it and neither did I, but we were each other's favorites. She always spoiled me, she always was my number one fan. Susannah had a level of enthusiasm to her that most people didn't have. It probably wasn't fair for me to call her my favorite. She got to love me like a mother and spoil me like the fun aunt, and she never had to give me any of the negatives. So yes it probably wasn't fair for her to be my favorite, which is why I only ever told her private.

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We all walked back inside, Susannah and Jere helping Steven and me carry in our bags. Still no Conrad. I dropped my bags on the floor as I scanned my eyes around my room. Nothing out of place, everything was as I left it. I really do love this room. It was bigger than my one back home, it even had a small walk-in closet.  Conrad and I had the biggest rooms, we were the oldest so we got the first pick of rooms. 

I'm mindlessly unpacked for a while before hearing the same signal I had done myself just a bit earlier, Mom and Belly were here. I didn't rush down after all, I had seen them just a few hours ago. I thought it was okay to let them have their own proper reunion with the Fishers. So I finished putting the rest of my clothes in my drawers before I went downstairs. However, when I open my bedroom door, I open it to find Conrad with his hand in mid-air as if he were about to knock. 

“Whoa- oh, hi,” I said somewhat skeptically, he had just appeared out of nowhere, where had he been when I would got here? He cleared his throat, shuffling his feet somewhat awkwardly as he put his arm down from its spot in the air and clasped his hands behind his back.

“Hey, um I was uh coming to say hello!  I was down at the beach surfing all morning, I didn't even realize you were here until your mom pulled up and you weren't with her.” He seemed nervous for some reason, I wasn't sure why.

“Don't worry about it, was the surf any good?” 

He smiled at me then, “ Yeah it was so good, I lost track of time.” I smile back at him, I had missed him. 

“Glad to know you missed my entrance for something worthwhile.” He laughed, me along with him before his face went back to being relaxed. He stared at me in silence for a few moments before suddenly, before I could even realize what was happening, Conrad had his arms around me. Conrad was hugging me. It was nice, but odd. Conrad wasn't the most affectionate person and this was very out of the blue.

“I'm happy you're here Y/N.” He whispered, slightly muffled by my hair. We backed away as I said,

“Me too.”  The silence stretched a moment too long for my level of comfort. He was too intoxicating, his gaze on me was all consuming, I had to get out of there. “I'm going to go say hi to my mom and my sister.” I rushed out, going past him down the stairs before he even replied.

This summer was already off to an interesting start.

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high masking autistic steve snippet - a follow on from this and this

wc: 2.5k | rated: T | cw: none | tags: autistic steve harrington (and eddie but again this is about steve), hurt/comfort, established relationship, stimming

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Steve is spending the evening doing one of his new things. Where he takes time to just be. It’s recovering, or Stevie time, or whatever Eddie and Robin have decided it should be called. 

He’s alone basically, and it’s nice, because he’s letting it be nice. Letting it be restful. 

It’s for when he’s had a meltdown. Or can feel one coming on, because now he’s starting to recognise what overstimulation feels like on his skin. How it prickles at the back of his neck if his breaks cut short, makes his vision vignette if something too unexpected happens. 

Learned that after something like that he’ll need to rest. Needs time. 

And it’s not lazy. It’s not. (Sometimes it still feels like it is.) (Weak…that word always plays in the deep, scathing tone of his father’s voice…and selfish.)  

He’s on the couch, it’s dark, he actually feels really comfortable, and he’s watching The Breakfast Club. Watching it again. It’s his favourite, it feels like his. But he doesn’t like watching it with other people because they might notice how much he likes it and he doesn’t want that. Can’t be seen like that.. Embarrassing. 

So he watches it alone, when he gets home from work. He pauses whenever he wants, rewinds, pauses. Takes a deep breath, rewinds, pauses, stares into space. 

He also pauses to eat the snack he brought in. Actually tasting the food bc it’s the only thing he has to focus on. No lights, no sounds. He forgot how much he likes oranges when they’re ripe. Harder to taste if he has to listen at the same time. So, on a day like today, he lets himself do stuff one step at a time. 

It’ll probably take him double the normal run time to get all the way to the end. But who cares? It’s his time. 

The weird girl’s parents driving off; that feels like him. The jock’s Dad letting him off easy; that doesn’t feel like him. ‘No schools gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case.’ Maybe that does feel like him. Before through. A long time ago now. 

He claps sometimes. Keening high in his throat, a little happy hum that he only lets himself do when he’s alone like this. He does it after he whistles the same tune they do. And during the scene of them running around the corridors. It’s exiting. Makes his lips stretch wide and his feet flap around. He claps. Once. Twice. It feels good. 

He laughs at the characters. How they merge together with bits of his friends. He feels that swell of happy sad emotion looking at the jock when he first comes in, acting above the others, only seeing Molly Ringwald. He lives through a couple flashbacks of himself. Resigns to actually watch them, sit in them, begins to process who he was. Who he’s becoming now. Something like forgiveness tasting sweet on his tongue. He cries a little; that swelling and shifting as buried emotion finally passes. It overcomes him sometimes when he lets his mind relax.. He rewinds, and he laughs. 

“Stevie?”

Steve starts, fingers tangle in the blanket in his lap. Brain slow to process the change, the information. Eddie slipping through the door and coming over to him. Eddie dipping to look at Steve’s face, trying to catch Steve’s eye. Eddie smelling like cigarettes and crisp autumn air, it’s nice, but, it’s a lot. Panic sits bubbling somewhere in him. He wasn’t expecting this. 

“…Eddie?”

“Hey sweetheart. I know you had a shitty day, but Wayne’s at home with a headache and he needs to sleep it off. Wouldn’t’ve been able to stay quiet enough for him.”

Steve breaths in and out a little quickly. Eyes wide. 

Maybe it’s okay. Eddie knows he had a bad day. Maybe it’s okay.

“I’ll sit in the kitchen, work on my campaign, just forget I’m here.” Eddie speaks quietly, almost a whisper. 

He stares at his hand in his lap. “..You won’t, listen?” Steve feels small. Knows he’s not, his frame broad and strong. But, he needs small. Wants his world small tonight, slow. Wants to stay hidden. Him and the couch and the film and nothing else. 

Eddie just shakes his walkman and smiles (in that pointy way that makes Steve’s toes curl). 

“Kay” Steve whispers, still wary, off kilter. But accepts the kiss Eddie drops on his head, tangling their fingers together for a breath. Steve leans forward for a kiss on the lips. It’s deep, and lovely. Steve can smell Eddie’s cologne. Feels where the chill bit at Eddie’s nose. He shivers.

“No cooking.” Steve mumbles while their lips are still close. Small smile pulling at his face, eyes sharp, waiting for Eddie to get it. 

Eddie groans quietly in embarrassment but his eyes are soft and molten and Steve’s toes curl up again. “Course not baby, not again. Once you’re hungry just come through, yeah? Make us something nice.”

And the light of the kitchen doesn’t reach the couch. And Eddie listens to his walkman loud. And Steve’s safe. It’s Eddie. He’s not listening. Steve’s safe. 

His favourite scene; Bender and Claire in the stock cupboard. The way he looks so shocked, the way she bites her lip. ‘Why’d you do that?’ ‘Because I knew you wouldn’t.’ Steve whispers as they do. Claps. It’s such a good scene. He’s exited. He claps again. Rewinds to just watch her face. Rewinds to just watch his. Rewinds and watches the whole scene again. Wraps his arms around his middle and squeezes. Pauses on the kiss. He rubs his fingers agains his mouth. Giddy excitement bubbles in his belly. He hums high and happy again. He loves this movie. 

The weird girl gets a makeover, the jock really likes it. He feels like the weird girl sometimes, maybe Eddie can be his jock. Maybe he should get a makeover. Maybe keep growing out his hair. Maybe Eddie would like that. 

The credits roll. Bender’s fist in the air. Steve drifts on the couch, eyes closed. He breaths deep, his stomach growls. 

He pads through to Eddie. Squinting. Too bright. “D’you mind?” He motions to the lights, his eyes too adjusted to the dark and he doesn’t even wanna try and adjust them back. 

‘‘Cause. What we making?” 

Steve hums, goes into the pantry to see what’s easy. Eddie slips in behind him, hand on his waist. “Pasta?” Steve asks but Eddie doesn’t reply, just turns him gently. Nudging him to step back into the corner. 

Eddie looks at him, dips forward to place a slow kiss on his neck. “Why’d you do tha..’ Steve’s words dry up in his throat. 

“Because I knew you wouldn’t” and Eddie’s eyes are sparking with glee.

Eddie heard him.

He listened.

Steve’s feels himself flush hot, embarrassed and ashamed. “Ah, I, uh.” He can’t explain it, why he had to watch it so many times, why it makes him so exited. He crosses his arms over his chest. Turns back to the shelves of food and picks a can at random. Shoving out of the room. 

“Steve?”

Eddie said he wouldn’t. He listened in on him. He said he wouldn’t. He’s making fun of him. Steve knew he should’ve told Eddie to go home. 

“Stevie? What’s wrong?” But Steve doesn’t want to talk to him. He’s so angry, So ashamed, of himself. What if Eddie heard him clap too, heard him make that high noise, like a fucking baby, like some freak. 

He puts the can on the counter with way too much force, corn, not what he fucking wanted. His hands are shaking. He stares at them, wills his tears to stay behind his lash line. He got too comfortable, he can’t do that. Why is it so hard to pretend now, when it used to be so easy. 

“Steve, tell me what I did, please.” 

“‘M fine” Steve’s insides feel too big, pushing against his skin, itchy all over. He squeezes himself around his middle again, digging his fingers in hard. 

“Don’t do that, you know I hate when you bullshit like that.” Half lovely, half scathing.

The word stinks, a stab to the gut. But Steve gets it, he does, they talked about it. He bites his lip, hard. 

Its old habits or whatever. Because Steve, he loved fine. Liked sinking his teeth into it; toxic waste green coating his mouth and lungs. Thick and delicious. Because fine gets you out of it. Fine gives you translucency. Controlled balance. Everything appearing a none issue, the perfect in-between. Steve was perfect at coming off as something to not worry about, someone to be ignored. It used to work in all situations; can’t get told off if you’re fine, cant do anything wrong, teachers didn’t look twice, his parents wouldn't shout. By staying half alive, never letting anyone too close, never filling your lungs up all the way. That was the fine Steve adored. 

“You were literally just watching a movie. I dunno what the big deal is.” and there’s frustration, confusion, in Eddie, Steve thinks. He feels himself tense up, glance over.

Eddie must see something on his face. See that scared little animal prowling around within him. Because Eddie softens, his voice gentle. “Steve.. it’s nothing I hadn’t heard before.’ And Steve’s teeth clamp together with a click. He’s done that, his clap and his high hum, in front of Eddie before? Steve tries to swallow, he can’t, a lump too big and sticky in his throat.

He can’t look him in the face, angry tears still threatening to spill “You said you wouldn’t listen.” He’s mumbling. He sounds even more like a kid. Stupid. Grow up.

“I heard a little but I was just flipping the tape over, I wasn’t trying to snoop on you Stevie… You just, you sounded happy.” 

Steve huffs. Glances at Eddie. That soft underbelly of his whining, because with Eddie, Steve yearns. Yearns for close. Yearns to be seen, and understood.

“You didn’t mean to?” 

“No, it was just when I was turning the tape.” 

Steve forces a deep breath. 

“You think I’m weird. You hate me.” He whispers it like it’s true. A big part of him believes it, his tears welling up. Feels rejected. Knows that feeling too well. Hates it. 

“Always like you Steve. Always.”

Steve grunts, a tear slips out, rolls down his cheek.

“‘M embarrassed” comes out like an ugly sob. Steve scrubs his palms on his cheeks, feeling how red hot they are. Glaring at the countertop. “I’m embarrassed!” But it’s just Eddie. It was just Eddie.

Eddie comes over, slowly draping himself over Steve’s back. “Nothin' to be embarrassed about, love.” And Eddie leaves soft kisses on Steve’s neck, squeezes his waist. “You looked cute on the couch like that. Like it when you’re happy.” Steve tries taking another deep breath but it shudders. 

Embarrassed, angry, sad. Embarrassed, confused, angry. Frustrated, embarrassed. Tired. 

Emotions wash over him. He’s learning to try and just feel them, name them, pick them apart. Some bubble back up to the surface, some only needed to be seen once. 

Steve turns to bury his face in Eddie’s neck. He sighs, rubs his face into Eddie’s warm skin. shaking his head, likes how his lips feel moving against edie’s soft parts. 

Tired, hungry, embarrassed, hungry. 

“’M tired. I dunno what to eat.” He whispers, and then because he said it it’s like there’s space in his brain. “Want pasta.” 

“Pasta it is then. And then we can sleep, yeah?” Eddie rocks them gently side to side, kisses the side of his head and slips away. Goes to get the box from the pantry, puts the corn back. Steve gets a pot out of the cupboard. 

Staring into the water, the tips of his fingers prickle. Steve fizzes with energy and emotion. All pent up and annoying him. Needs it out. He clicks the flame on.  

He starts pacing around the kitchen island. In big striding, stomping steps. “Ugh! You think I’m weird. Some weird guy who acts weird and does weird shit.” Steve grumbles. Annoyed. He smacks his palm quick and hard against the counter top. Keeps stomping. 

Eddie comes back and starts following. Stomping and prancing like some court jester. “I like that you’re weird! You know, I have one episode of the Twilight Zone taped. It’s my third one. I watched the other two so much the tapes broke.’ Steve lets a little shout slip from him “Ha!” bubbly and forceful. Dislodging something within him. Like when a tooth finally falls out. 

Feels good. 

“I only like one brand of spaghetti hoops. Wayne once bought me a multipack for Christmas. Best fucking gift I ever got.” and Steve’s laughing now. Giggling and manic and still stomping around the island.

“I like how it feels to brush my teeth. I’ve never had a filling. I fucking love brushing my teeth, Eddie.” and that makes Eddie laugh now too. Two freaks stomping around the kitchen. A king and his jester, lit up by moonlight. 

Steve turns the corner and stops short, still giggling. Eddies bent at one knee, presenting the box of pasta to him. “My liege.” 

Steve claps, hums, high and keening. The waters boiling. 

-

“How’d you feel now?’ Eddie asks around a mouthful of cheesy pasta. 

Steve curls up tighter into the corner of couch, wraps both hands around the warm bowl. Glances at Eddie across from him. “Still kinda embarrassed.”

Eddie looks so soft, so kind, across from him. “I’m embarrassed too, to be honest. You love that movie, I thought you’d like me doing that. Kinda like when we, when we kissed upside-down, like I was Spider-man” Eddies sentence get quieter towards the end, mumbly, spoked into his bowl, cheeks dusted pink.

Steve strains to hear him. Smiles once he puts the words together. 

He shovels pasta in his mouth. Eyes closed. “You are so annoying Eddie Munson. Why’d you even come here tonight, you coulda gone anywhere.” Steve sinks further into the couch, it’s really good pasta.

“Missed you.” Eddie says it like it’s simple, easy, and warmth drips over Steve’s skin. 

Eddie clears his throat, Steve feels him fidget. “Wanna maybe.. You think we could live together one day? Want you to be able to do whatever you want with me around Steve. Breakfast Club on all the time at our place, kay?” And Steve’s throat constricts, that’s a big change, living with someone, moving out. But maybe with Eddie it could be okay, if they did it together, slow. 

“Yeah, kay. One day.” Softly, bit by bit. Little bits. Steve can get there. Let Eddie in, let Eddie see. “But no to Breakfast Club on all the time.” Because some times, some days, some things, are just for him. Steve needs it that way. And that’s okay. 

He stretches out further on the couch, feeling syrupy and nice, easy smile playing at his lips. “I like it when you kiss my neck though, you can do that again.” And that makes Eddie grin all pointy, put their bowls to the side and crawl over him. 

Steve’s toes curl and he hums, high and happy. 

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Love Me the way You love Her | Jack Hughes x Reader

warning: language, door slamming, breakup, emotional distress. Cheating?

Summary: Jack and y/n go through an argument. Jack has a past with getting with y/ns bsf. Eva- always there for y/n basckstabs.

A:N- I’m scared that this wont make sense.. anyway here!! First Jack blurb! And it’s an emotional angst!!

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I’m driving back to my apartment. It’s about 11:27 and it’s pitch black. Stars are shining in the night sky. The moon is out, glistening, telling me to finish my work.

Jack is out clubbing, well as I thought. I think he’s out partying with some other skank, and the other devils won’t tell me about it. I’m done. I know it’s just a stereotype thing about hockey guys paying with women, but I’m serious.

I packed a few bags from jacks house that he shared with Luke. I took all of my clothes, my phone charger, my computer, camera, iPad, and all of the charging cords for them and followed by a few blankets and hair straighteners and other hot tools. I packed all of my 103 pairs of shoes. I made sure nothing I cared about was left at the stupid bulging I called home.

I took my pictures I had of me and Jack off the walls and threw them in the ground. I left the place with glass in the wood planks on the ground and the pictures of me and the Hughes family sitting there, waiting to be noticed.

Luke is out with Jack, and I know Jack is out with some girl named Eva. I’m so tired of being parinoid, so I checked his location.

Jack told me he was out at the pizza place with the boys. Boys as in John, Dawson, Luke, Jesper, Nate, and Jonas. I know for sure that John, Luke and Nate are true.

I texted Jonas asking if Jack was with him, he responded with a plain answer, “no. Sorry.” I know Jonas knows what Jack is up to, so I texted him again,

~

Where is he then.

I’m not sure, you’d have to ask him.

That’s a lie, I know you guys talk at practice, just tell me. I want to ask him to get me some food when he comes home, but he won’t answer my texts and calls.

Okay, I’ll let him know.

~

And that’s it. So I texted John. I know John can’t lie to me, so I asked him thorough questions.

~

Where are you?

At the club, Jack and I are heading out to the bar soon.

Is Luke with you guys?

Yes, and so is Bratter, and Bash.

Okay, thx.

Np, but you want me to deliver a message to Jack?

No.

~

Great, so not only did Jack lie to me, but so did Luke. I pull into my aprtament complex’s parking garage. I park in my signature parking spot and I lock my doors as I hop out.

I don’t have the energy to carry all four bags back into my room so o carry only two. I bring in my important stuff, my clothes and my electronics.

I set my things down so I can unlock my door on the 7th floor. I know it’s going to be empty, cold, dark, and un crowded. Unfortunately, I moved all of my stuff into Jacks place, stupid idea.

Before Eva cut into my relationship with Jack, Jack and I lasted about 4 years. I’m pretty sure I’ll cry in the morning. So I unpack everything now.

12:34

~

Text from Buba💗:

where are u?!

Answer my text rn.

I’m driving over.

Are you at your apartment?

Just text me baby!

Are you dead?

Cmon please?

What did I do!

You smashed our pictures, it’s ok. I’ll clean it up later.

~

I left him on read, I’m sure as hell not dealing with him. I finish unpacking, and I jump in the shower. Nice warm water, un opened shampoo and conditioner, unused body wash, a brand new loofa. A new tooth brush and toothpaste. Flossing my teeth, a new hairbrush. My makeup, that I forgot to mention… yeah I brought it too but it’s in my car, I thought that I would be too busy crying to do my makeup.

After my night routine, I realized I haven’t eaten, so I cooked up a grilled cheese, it was delicious. I revrushed my teeth and re flossed and I head to bed.

-4:15-

I wake up to pounding on my door.

“Y/N OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!” Jack screams out.

He’ll wake up the neighbors.

I get up from bed, i do t use the lights, i have to make him think im still sleeping, but I crawl on my knees to the door. I look at the crack between the door and the floor, I can see two feet and I know it’s Jack.

“please, baby, I know you’re there. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I did, but I love you.”

“That’s bullshit.” I respond, no time to think. I get up from the ground and I ublock the door. Then, within a second I lock it agin. I don’t want to face him right now. I’m in my safe place, my home.

“No it’s not.” Jack says I can hear his guilt in his voice. He knows what he did.

“Eva.” I say as my voice trails off, I can’t help it. I hit my back against the door and I slide down to my butt. My knees up against my chest as I warp my legs in my arms. I sit there against my door, and my used to be love of my life on the other side. I feel my eyes burning, my throat starts to close. I look up at the ceiling light and back down to my red toenails. I start to cry, actually not crying, but bawling.

I cant breathe, it hurts to know my lungs taht I used to catch my breath after going on runs with Jack are being ised.

I can’t stop crying, because I know I didn’t have to cry when I was with Jack.

“I think we should break up.” I maanage to get out from my croaky voice.

I feel Jack put his fist down from the door and he slides down to the same position I’m sitting in. His head agisnt mine, but on the other side.

I hide my head in my knees as I cry, and cry.

“I love you. I really do.” Jack says as he cry’s as well. I can hear him sniffle.

“no, this is the last time i want to hear your voice.” I say, and I get up and slam my bathroom door, letting him know I’m not at the front door of my apartment.

“Please, y/n, stay.”

“This is the last time I’m asking you this, this is the last time. Jack you broke my heart before and I’m not letting it happen again.” I cried out. My tears all over my green tank top, and my pink silky pajama shorts.

“Please.” Jack bellows out, I need him to know if he loves me he’ll let me leave.

Last time he hurt me, I found out he was at a bar dancing with a girl name Sarah, but Sarah was my best friend.

“I’m hurt, Jack just go.”

“It’ll be fixed right? I mean we’ve been through this before! We can fix this!” Jack plead through the door, I can hear the pain in his voice, the hurt in his chest. But i need to rember that he hurt me, and it’s happen before, this was his second as his only chance to fix it.

“no. Jack you got Eva. Go hang out with her.” I cry out. U throw his favorite picture of us together under the door.

It’s a picture of us at the Hoboken Fair. I’m in his arms, his head resting on mine. We both are cheesing, his smile goes end to end, mine is so big you can see my dimples disappear. My eyes in so much love, his eyes set on the camera, I can tell he loves me. I’m dressed in a blue hoodie, that was reeking of jacks cologne, and my shorts were halara skorts.

loved.

It was never love, it was a story that he made up.

He passed under my favorite picture of us.

I was wearing low rise jeans, the ones that go under your belly button, and sit on your hips. I was wearing a small belt, and it had hearts on the pockets that covered my ass. My shirt was a cropped black leather tube top, and I had a really cute shoulder bag on, and Jack was an accessory that clung to my left side. I had my black heels boots on with red bottoms.

Jack was wearing a white striped button down Hawaiian style shirt that was in buttoned and he showed of his abs. Hes wearing my favorite shorts on him, his Nike woven flow shorts in black. He has his favorite white air forces on.

His hair was at his natural curly state, and mine was on a blowout, with curls in a tight half up half down, on top I had braids and I had blue sunglasses that matched Jacks hat.

“You miss our music festies?” Jack asks in a heartbroken tone.

“I’m serious Jack. We need to break up.”

“No. We can fix it.”

“No we can’t.”

“I’ll change, baby I can’t lose you.” Jack harmonized with the deep sound of my fridge.

Jack gets up, his shadow his taller. The door gets heavier, I stand up from my countertop that sits right next to my door.

“I knew you didn’t leave. You do that all the time”

“Jack, I’m not your girl anymore.”

“fine.”

I check the under the door. His shadow is gone, his shoes aren’t at my door. I open the dorr, check if it’s okay for me to sneak out.

Perfect.

I grab my electronics, my clothes, hairbrush, toothbrush, and my shower products. I head to my car. I sit in my drivers seat thinking if a safe place.

Last time this happened, John housed me. This time it’s different.

Jack and I broke up this time. I give my apartment an email:

~

To whom this may concern,

I’m sad to inform you that I am no longer in need of your rentable service. Room 179 on the 7th wing will be open for a new service. I’ll gather my things, what’s left may be used for the next, or be stored, if not needed you may contact me at (your number).

Sincerly,

Y/n Y/l/n

~

I already packed everything, I just need to grab my- actually I have everything. So I drive off and I remembered I left the keys at the front desk before I left. So I truly checked out.

-12:15 PM-

It’s been two days since I left my apartment, I have found myself at my bestfriends house, Liz

Jack called me.

~

“Where have you been?”

“Home.”

“No, your home, is at my house that Luke and I share. It’s your home, you have a bed, a shower, a kitchen, and you have someone who loved you.”

“No, Jack we broke up. It’s not your problem anymore.”

~

Why did I even answer. I’m over him, I need to heal, it’s for me to be happy. I hear a knock on Liz’s door so I open up.

“Y/N! Please!” Jack says as I open Liz’s front door.

“Go away.”

“Please”

“How did you find me?”

“I know you.”

“No, no you don’t.”

I shut the door and I go on my phone to block his number. I delete I’m his contact, and I unfollow him on Instagram, TikTok, and I un add him on Snapchat. I left him loose. He’s gone.

the last time ill ever feel him pain me.

“I just wish you loved me the way you love her!!” I scream at the door knowing Jack is still standing there. Again, I cry.

“I broke it off with Eva!” Jack says, trying to make me consider being with him again.

I rember the photo that Jack loves, the one of us at the fair. Eva took that photo. He wasn’t staring at me, he was staring at the camera- or so I thought. He was actually looking at Eva.

My favorite picture, us at the music festival, who took the oicture? Eva did, the pretty ashy blonde Eva.

“no, it’s always been Eva. I just seriously wish you loved me the way you loved her.”

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7. Who Do You Belong To?

Barbarian. Biker!Jake

18+ minors get lost.

A/n: This was out a lot later than I wanted it to be, but nonetheless, it’s here!! My life has been a whirlwind lately and I had to take the time to slow down and get this up! I also have something else coming up that I’m excited to share with you guys so be on the lookout for that. Let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist, thanks for reading, and enjoy the ride!

Content Warnings: Explicit language, fighting/ arguing, Jake & reader being a *lil* toxic, explicit sexual content, rough/ angry sex, fingering (f!rec), unprotected sex, dirty talk, mentions of criminal activity, violence, blood, mentions of death…

Word Count: 4.5k

A few nights later, Jake was showering in anticipation of a celebratory night out with the club to mark the finalization of their plan. The following day, the gang would ride up to Washoe, the location of Bobby's casino, to at last set their plan into motion. He’d invited you to join, but you declined. Despite your fondness for the guys, you preferred not to spend too much time at the tavern unless you were working, for personal reasons, of course.

Opting for a quiet night at home, you settled in, most likely going to curl up watching Golden Girls while awaiting Jake's return, likely a little too drunk and eager to burn a hole in the floor with you. Currently, you sat on the bed, occupied by nothing in particular while the tunes of Guns n' Roses played softly through Riley's old CD station—Jake's favorite music for getting ready for a night out.

The tranquility was interrupted by the chime of Jake's phone, a familiar prelude to many a turbulent evening. His phone lay on the nightstand beside the bed, and you initially ignored the first notification. However, as the phone continued to buzz, you grew curious and glanced at the screen. Expecting to see a message from one of the other Barbarians with details about the night's events, you were taken aback to see a girl's name prominently displayed on the screen.

Compounding your surprise, Jake’s lack of a phone password allowed you unrestricted access to the message contents, a privilege you soon regretted.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, you couldn’t resist the temptation to read through the messages.

Layla:

Hey Jakey…

Missing U…

The final message was not a text but rather a provocative picture of Layla, her upper half barely covered by a sheer blue fabric

Sheer fury began to take over, a side of you few had witnessed. While most knew you as the reserved girl with a multitude of secrets, very few were privy to the short-tempered, fiery aspect that emerged when you were truly angered. You had always tried to keep this side hidden, wary of appearing vulnerable again.

Yet, whether it was passion or another emotion, the sight of those messages on Jake's phone, especially after everything you two had been through in such a short amount of time, propelled you into the bathroom, shower be damned, to confront him.

With phone in hand, you flung back the plastic shower curtain with a force that made Jake start.

"Jesus, Cherry," he exclaimed, "you scared the piss out of me."

Ignoring his protest, you thrust his phone toward him, “who the fuck is Layla?"

Jake felt his heart plummet, and he struggled to hold back a curse. Truthfully, he hadn't thought about Layla since his time in New Mexico, let alone communicated with her. Those texts were an anomaly, yet they were undeniable evidence on his phone, leaving Jake with little room to deny it.

He shifted uncomfortably under the shower's stream, running a hand through his wet hair. "She's uh... she's a dancer I met in New Mexico."

"Did you fuck her?" Your question cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

"What?" His tone carried a genuine sense of insult, as if you were foolish for even posing the question, despite the glaring evidence before you.

"Did you fuck her, Jakey?" You tossed the endearing nickname back at him mockingly, fueling his rising anger.

He knew the question was justified, especially with the evidence you held in front of you. Yet, a part of him had hoped you saw him differently, like you’d expressed a few weeks prior in your bathroom. He believed you saw him in a better light.

“I didn’t fuck her, Cherry, okay?” Jake turned off the water and reached for his towel from the wall rack, “the guys went to the strip club after our meeting. I got a little wasted, she came back to my room for a private dance and some drugs, and I crashed out. She just gave me her number to keep in touch, but I never used it.”

If that were true, you couldn’t remain too angry with him. It sounded like something you might do on a wild night out. In fact, it eerily echoed a night from spring break years ago. Yet, the wounded part of you resisted believing him.

“Bullshit,” you spat, pivoting on your heels to exit the bedroom once more.

Jake stepped out behind you, towel draped loosely around his waist, his hand holding it in place.

You were tossing his belongings around, on the brink of hurling them out onto the lawn. Whether he returned to Rex's or crashed at Ace's, you didn't care; you just wanted him gone.

"Un-fucking-believable. You live in my house, lay in my fucking bed every night, and still have the audacity to go fuck some stripper? You're disgusting," you yelled, your voice echoing loudly, disregarding the paper-thin walls that made it likely the neighbors could hear the commotion.

"Would you chill the fuck out?" Jake shouted back, his own anger escalating at your accusations.

"You're a liar!"

"I didn't fuck her!" Jake's voice resonated, silencing you instantly. However, your rapid breathing persisted as you locked eyes across the room.

In the heat of the moment, Jake let slip words he instantly regretted. Locking eyes with you, he said, “and so what if I did? We’re just two comfortable strangers fucking. You’re acting like we’re together or something. You’re not mine, and I’m damn sure not yours.”

He saw the hurt flicker across your face before it morphed into an angrier, more spiteful expression.

“Well, that means I can go fuck Nicky, right? Since we don’t belong to each other?”

Having sex with Nicky was the furthest thing from your mind; you were merely trying to wound Jake as deeply as he’d hurt you. You didn’t care how low you had to stoop, you’d do anything to shield your fragile emotions.

And Jake understood this, he knew you didn’t mean what you said since he was aware of your brief history with Nicky before his return to Genoa. He also knew that you knew about Jake’s strong dislike for him, though you didn’t realize the depth of that animosity. Despite understanding your intent, Jake’s upset remained undiminished.

Jake advanced toward you with a furious intensity, his anger so palpable that, under different circumstances, you might have been afraid. He didn’t pause as he closed the distance between you, continuing until he had you backed against the wall, looming over you.

“You better watch your fucking mouth, Cherry,” he warned, and you couldn’t deny that his venomous tone sent heat coursing through your body and stopping right at you center. You glared at him, taking a deep breath before a cocky smirk appeared on your face, “you seem mad, Jakey,” you hissed the nickname again.

You tried not to pry your eyes away from his to watch the droplets of water roll across his skin and down into his towel, so you stuck your chin up in defiance, not willing to back down.

Jake chuckled, “you haven’t seen angry.”

In all honesty, Jake was enjoying seeing you seething like this, it was definitely a turn on he was pleasantly surprised and excited to see.

In an instant, his lips crashed onto yours, a sudden and forceful advance that had your back slamming against the wall. The kiss was anything but gentle— rough and charged with anger as Jake held you pinned. Initially, you responded to his familiar allure despite the circumstances. However, reality quickly set in.

Pushing him away, you watched as he staggered back a few steps. You stared at him, a mix of disbelief and lingering exasperation in your eyes, while his gaze held a complex intensity, one that seemed to be torn between wanting to rip your head off and wanting to plow into you.

Breathing heavily, you locked eyes in a standoff that seemed to stretch on for a bit too long. Finally, unable to resist any longer, your bodies collided once again, this time with equal force from both sides.

Everything was quick, Jake’s loose towel falling from his waist, him hoisting you up against the wall, all the while your mouths never parting. Your nails clawed at his back as you devoured one another, his teeth biting at your bottom lip every time you dug them in.

He pulled away for a moment as he brought the fingers of his right hand up to your mouth, pushing against your lips in silent demand. Your lips parted slowly, and Jake wasted no time dragging two of his fingers across your tongue. A shudder coursed through your body, and a cocky grin began to spread across Jake’s face.

“You’re disgusting,” he mocked as he tilted his head up at you. You wanted so badly to be angry with him, but you couldn’t deny the throbbing between your legs from his smug words and his hard cock pressed against your thigh.

All you could do was dig your nails into him again, which caused a breathy laugh to float out of him. The fingers that were once resting on your tongue began finding their way beneath your lounge shorts and cotton underwear. You were admittedly ashamed for Jake to have found you already wet with need.

He swiftly pushed your underwear to the side before sinking his fingers inside of you, causing your hands to go slack and your mouth to fall open.

“Not so mean now are you, Cherry?”

You moaned in response, deciding to no longer fight the way your body was begging for him. His movements were calculated as he watched your face contort, capturing a particularly high pitched moan of yours in another clumsy kiss.

He continued his movements, using his other arm to keep you held firm against the wall, but before your body could completely settle in the feeling of his fingers stretching you out, he was removing them. You let out a weak moan at the loss of sensation, but couldn’t pout for long before Jake was yanking your shorts away from your body. It was awkward, as he refused to let you down, and you were forced to maneuver this way and that to get them down with his help, but he was oh so determined.

“You couldn’t give this sweet little pussy away even if you wanted to,” he grunted into your ear as your shorts and panties finally fell from around your ankle and to the floor. Jake used his free hand to stroke himself, his tip rubbing against the inside of your thigh as he did so, “you know she belongs to me.”

As much as you wanted to argue against his words, you knew you couldn’t. Instead, you stared into his eyes as he slid himself inside of you to the hilt, staking his claim over your body.

“Tell me,” he goaded as he reveled in the feeling of your nails digging into his shoulders again and the sound of bliss escaping your body. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

Rather than thrusting into you, Jake grabbed you by the base of your ass and began bouncing you onto himself, displaying his strength in a way that was sure to send you to your end quickly.

“You,” you cried out shamelessly, letting your head fall against the wall, “it belongs to you Jake.”

He smiled in satisfaction, but clearly wasn’t finished.

He let you go once more to grip your face, forcing you to look even deeper into his eyes, “who do you belong to, Cherry?”

“I belong to you, Jake.”

In that moment, for however long it lasted, you meant what you said. You liked the idea of being his, only his. You enjoyed the way he was staking his claim on you. Although he knew your threats were empty, he seemingly felt the need to show you where you stood with one another.

Satisfied with your heeding, Jake let his instincts take over and began rocking into you steadily, allowing you to chase the high of your climax.

“Oh my god,” you rasped, holding onto him for dear life. You could still feel a bit of residual anger in his thrusts, and it only made it feel that much better.

“That’s right baby, take your dick.”

You knew that his words were intentional. It was his way of solidifying his loyalty to you without having to say so much. It was such a Jake thing to do, but damn if you didn’t love it.

It was then you realized that you’d more than likely been hasty in your accusations. Sure he might have gotten a little crazy one night in New Mexico, but you didn’t think he slept with someone else.

There was an understanding between the two of you far deeper than either of you would ever be able to express out loud. But in a way that was true to your relationship, the sex always held the truth.

With a few more pointed thrusts, you were calling out his name repeatedly as you crescendoed over the edge.

“God you look so fucking good when you do that,” he shook his head before tightening his grip on you as his end began to take him.

He slid out of you just as he began to spill, catching it in his hands with a deep groan that cause one last ripple of electricity to race through your body.

His forehead dropped on the wall next to you, and you let the sound of his deep breaths bring your pulse back neutral.

“Fuck that bonfire,” he muttered before looking up at you, “we’re gonna smoke a joint, and we’re gonna do that again.”

You went at it for three more animalistic rounds before eventually drifting off to sleep, entwined beneath the covers, the music still playing softly in the background long after you both succumbed to slumber. The following morning, you shared your now customary breakfast together as if the events of the previous night had never occurred, before Jake departed to attend to gang matters.

He arrived at the tavern just after noon, finding the front bar area deserted. However, as he made his way to the back meeting room, he was met with a buzz of activity and excitement as the club prepared to ride out to Washoe Lake where Bobby's casino was located.

Ace spotted him almost immediately, as if he had been expecting his arrival. Pushing through the crowd of leather-clad figures, Ace approached Jake, offering his customary pat on the shoulder.

"There you are," he greeted, his tone casual, “missed you last night. Where were you?"

Jake resisted the urge to smirk, opting for a nonchalant shrug instead, “got caught up with the old lady," he replied, nodding in your direction, eliciting a chuckle from Ace. "You know how it is."

Shaking his head in amusement, Ace mused to himself, "Puppy love."

“Well look,” he insisted, “we just got the all clear from the spotters. Scene is neutral and Bobby is a sitting duck.” Jake nodded in confirmation as Ace continued, “lets go ahead and head out so we can fill before we hit the road.“

Ace called out to gather the attention of the men in the room before signaling for them to roll out. The men began filing out the back door to the dirt parking lot, starting their bikes and filing out one by one.

It was tradition for the guys to fuel up before a ride, even if Washoe was only a half hour drive north of Genoa. And even if their bikes didn’t really need it, every member at least put a gallon in for “good luck” of sorts.

Not only that, but on their way out, they would fill up at the same exact gas station every single time, and had been doing so for the last 30 years.

The Barbarians had been good friends of the family that owned it, and of course, they never complained about the amount of business these meetings brought to them.

Their arrival was always signaled by the monstrous roar of fifty plus bikes pulling up around the pumps, anyone who was filling up before quickly vacated to allow the gang to convene in their seemingly sacred spot.

This time was no different, Jake leaned against the pillar by one of the gas pumps as his bike filled. He watched as the men talked amongst one another, waiting their turns to fill and then wait for departure. It was funny the way he felt so at home but yet still so out of touch with the men.

He caught a glimpse of Nicky amongst the crowd, talking to Frogman and another newer member named Stryker, noticing how he seemed very into whatever it was he was talking about.

After almost half an hour the gang set off, Ace, Jake, Steeljaw, Madcap, and Ski Ball held up the front line, but Nicky wasn’t too far behind, this irked Jake. He knew Nicky had been a member just as long as he had, but he still felt like he didn’t deserve to be so near the head of operations in the way he was. ‘Brother’ or not, he didn’t trust him.

Luckily, before he could really let his thoughts consume him, taken away by the ride on an open road, the group was veering off the main road off onto the route that led them directly to Bobby’s casino.

The casino wasn’t fancy by any means, it main appeal being that it sat just off of Lake Washoe and had quite the view from the main game room. Other than that, it was pretty standard as far as casino’s went.

As far as the crowd, it was always a mix bag. During holidays there was always an influx of well-off people looking for an alternative to the glitz and glam of the Vegas strip. In addition to that were it’s year round middle to old age tourists, also with enough money to waste at a casino. Most of its regulars though were older, washed up men and women in debt up to their shoulders and hardly anything to live for.

Thanks to good intel and proper preparation, the Barbarians were able to breach Bobby’s casino with little to no disturbances. The gang glided through the modestly packed game room, the few people in attendance watching silently, too intimidated to utter a word. Instead, they continued to play their hands and wore out the machines, funneling their money into Bobby’s pockets, and soon, into the Barbarians’.

Bobby was caught completely off guard by their arrival. Before he had a chance to flee, Ace, Jake, and several other long-standing Barbarians stormed his office, while the rest of the gang waited outside the doors for any of Bobby’s men who might try to resist.

It was evident that Bobby was rattled by their presence. Nevertheless, ever the slimeball, he had an ugly, sly smirk plastered on his face as he addressed the group.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, boys?” he greeted, kicking his feet up on his desk. His eyes scanned the group, and before anyone could answer, his gaze fell on Jake with surprise.

“Ho-ly shit,” he scoffed in disbelief, “Jake? Man I haven’t seen you since-”

Jake held up his hand to cut him off. “We can save the pleasantries, Bobby. This isn’t a family reunion,” he said in a clipped tone. “We’re here on business.”

Still wearing his smirk, Bobby cast his gaze over to Ace. “What kind of business?”

Jake rarely saw Ace lose his cool and always admired his composure. However, it was evident that Ace’s patience with Bobby was thin. The club was under a lot of pressure, and they had no time for games.

“Don’t sit there acting clueless like you don’t know you owe us a fuck ton of money. You’ve been cheating us for years, and it may have slid under the radar when Rex was around,” Ace said, taking a step toward Bobby’s desk. Bobby quickly sat up in defense, “but now, we’re here to collect what we’re owed.”

Bobby’s face turned a shade redder, anger boiling beneath the surface. He knew he’d been cheating the Barbarians out of serious money, but he had thought he was clever enough to avoid any repercussions.

The realization that his scheme was unraveling made his clean-shaven head almost steam.

“What are you trying to say?” he seethed, leaning forward with a mock innocence.

Jake, his patience wearing thin, stepped closer. “What we’re saying is we’re setting up shop here,” he said, his voice hard. “We’re taking over operations and financials until we get our all of our money back and then some.”

A tense silence settled over the room as they awaited Bobby’s response. He glared at them for a long moment before a mirthless laugh escaped his lips.

“The fuck you are.”

Apparently, Jake and Ace weren’t the only ones fed up with Bobby’s arrogance.

Steeljaw, never one to hold back, came barreling forward, his large fist connecting solidly with the side of Bobby’s face. Madcap, as if waiting for a cue, lunged forward and landed another blow.

A brief scuffle ensued but ended quickly as Jake stepped in, snatching Bobby up by the collar of his shirt.

“I guarantee, Bobby, we can show you a whole lot better than we can tell you,” Jake spat. “Besides, we aren’t the only ones you owe.”

Bobby’s bleeding face turned toward Ace, confusion and fear mixing in his eyes. “What the fuck is he talking about?”

“The EDS,” Ace said casually, knowing the name would strike a different kind of fear in him. “The Barbarians are in the hole with them. And if we’re in the hole, so are you.”

For the first time, Bobby looked genuinely terrified. He knew the Barbarians could do damage, but the EDS was a different story entirely.

“Don’t get me involved with those guys. They’re fucking crazy. High-profile killers.”

Jake nodded, his grip tightening on Bobby’s shirt as he leaned in. “Exactly, so let me make myself clear. You, your casino, you belong to us now. Completely. Every dollar that passes through this place gets filtered through us before you even get to touch it. All your loyal men who have been helping you pull this off? We’re replacing them.”

Blood dripped from several spots on Bobby’s face, but he still had the nerve to object, “you can’t do that.”

“Hey man,” Ace chimed in, his tone a warning, “this is only meant to be temporary, but we can make it a permanent gig if you want.” He shrugged, “can’t be no Bobby Thompson’s Casino without Bobby Thompson.”

Jake stared at him, his eyes cold, “are we clear here?”

Bobby smirked, despite his injuries, “you’re so much like your daddy, you know? Just like him.”

The comment enraged Jake. Still gripping Bobby’s shirt tightly, he punched him once, then twice. Bobby crumpled onto his desk, coughing and clutching his face.

Jake glared down at him before Ace ushered him out of the room, “come on, kid, we’ve got business to handle.”

Bobby’s men rushed in as they exited, but they knew better than to retaliate. After all, they belonged to the Barbarians now. Once in the hallway, the men began dispersing to handle their different jobs, while others lingered, waiting for orders.

“We’ll probably need to stick around for a while, make sure everything is in order so we can get the ball rolling. You cool with that?” Ace asked.

Jake, still fuming from Bobby’s words, nodded and tried to regain his composure. “Yeah, I’ll hang back. I’ll just call Cherry and let her know.”

Amid the muffled conversations in the hallway, Jake heard Nicky scoffing behind him. Jake knew Nicky had been listening in, and he still had steam to blow off.

He turned to face Nicky, quickly closing the distance between them, “something to say, Nicky?”

Nicky, hot-headed as ever, met Jake with equal aggression, as if it had been brewing all day.

Before the two could escalate, Ace stepped between them, and Ski Ball moved forward, ready to intervene if needed. “Not right now, fellas,” Ace said calmly, “we’ve got too much important business to handle.” He turned to Nicky, “go ride with Fleet and the guys to secure the warehouse location.”

Nicky looked like he wanted to object, but Ace’s stern look made him turn and obey. Not without one last sneer at Jake, though.

Ace waited until Nicky was out of sight before removing his hand from Jake’s shoulder. “Let’s head up to meet Alejandro’s people. They should be here now.”

He turned to leave without waiting for confirmation, instead muttering, “why do we even keep Nicky around? He’s nothing but dead weight, a loose cannon waiting to go off. He’s the main reason Jaxon got killed.”

Ace followed closely behind, his voice low to keep the conversation between them. “You know you can’t keep putting that on him.”

Jake scoffed, “right, I should just blame my dad for putting him in that position in the first place.”

“Hey,” Ace’s voice was firm, stopping Jake in his tracks. Both of their faces were serious as they stood in the empty, quiet hallway, Ace ready to speak his mind on a conversation he so often avoided having with Jake.

“That night haunts us all, Jake. Jaxon’s death haunts us all.”

A sigh escaped Jake’s lips as he finally let his true emotions show, something only Ace ever really saw.

“He was my best friend, Ace,” his voice cracked.

Ace looked genuinely sympathetic. He’d been there through both of the boy’s upbringing since the very beginning, so he was aware of the type of bond that they shared. He also knew how much it devastated Jake when Jaxon was killed.

There was a certain type of comfort that Ace had to reserve for another time, so instead, he offered Jake something else. Something a lot less comforting and a lot more real.

“Jaxon isn’t the first person to die in our line of occupation, and he won’t be the last. You’ve seen that wall at the tavern, it’s full of fallen men. Yes, it’s unfortunate, but it’s a part of the life. You knew it when you joined the club,” he paused and stared directly into Jake’s eyes, “and Jaxon knew it too.”

As much as Jake wanted to argue, he knew Ace was right. But still, it didn’t make the situation any better. And more still, Jaxon’s death could have been avoided had it not been for Nicky’s recklessness and his father’s indifference.

Without another word spoken between them, the men made their way back to the main game room where Alejandro’s men sat at one of the bars, waiting just as they expected the to be.

8. Truth and the Human Condition

Taglist: @edgingthedarkness @earthgrlsreasy @wetkleenex-gvf @hollyco @dannys-dream @slut4lando @josh-iamyour-mama

[jesuisstay]

A Stand Up Guy

SKZ’z two oldest boys are the best boys, always coming to other’s rescues.

Two fun little drabbles of some of my favorite boys. Comfort based cause a girl is sad rn

Chan

You could barely pull your eyes off the table, only letting up to glance at your phone. Your desperate hopes, once again, not met. 

Your little prayers unanswered.

It had been an hour, he wasn’t going to show up. Time to suck it up and ask for the bill. Your hands move to your cheeks first to check for any stray tears.

“Excuse me, I noticed that you might need…well someone. If you don’t mind, I can sit with you for a bit.” You look up and see the busy boy from earlier. You had spotted him when you still had the courage to keep your head up. 

He was cute and from how he interacted with patrons, you knew that he was much kinder than the blind date you were supposed to meet. His girlfriend was luckier than she could ever hope.

“Oh I don’t want to get you in trouble at work.” You sputtered out. First the embarrassment of being stood up and now the embarrassment of the restaurant worker trying to come to your aide.

“Oh I’m off the clock, so don’t worry. Just want to be able to help.” God, how did someone pull off that carefree of a smile.

“I just think that I’m just going to head home. Maybe take a stroll by the river to clear my mind. I really appreciate it though.”

“Perfect! I’m heading that way too. My friend has a set in a club so I was gonna swing by and wish him luck. Mind if I walk along with you if we are going the same way?” You had started walking out the door, but he beat you to it so he could hold it open.

“I think if you’re going to do that, I’m gonna at least need a name.” You open up to the idea of it. He seemed really trustworthy, someone with dimples like that wasn’t someone that could come up with anything nefarious right?

“I’m Chan, but also Christopher or Chris. Any variations I’m also good with.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you Channie.”

Lee Know

“Kai, you said that you were actually going to be on time.” You tried to keep your voice down on the phone, but you also hoped that being outside meant people were less inclined to overhear the argument you were having.

You couldn’t tell much of what he was saying. Rage was just swirling around in your head, punching most of his words out of your comprehension.

“No, Kai. You just don’t get it. So unless you are gonna get here in the next twenty minutes, just consider us over.” You wish that you wouldn’t have taken your friend’s advice and gotten that flip phone cause damn ending that phone call would have been so much more satisfying. 

You beeline to the park bench nearest you, plopping down and attempting to take in the park while trying to muddle through your emotions. Mainly why had you been putting up with someone like Kai.

Well you knew why, but honestly even that was only available two times a week at most with your busy schedules.

While counting the bikes, a shadow fell across your eyes and you heard someone clear their throat. Looking up, your breath almost caught at the most beautiful man standing in front of you.

“Um hi. I overheard your phone call-sorry I couldn’t help but hear you when you were talking right next to my stall. But I just wanted to offer you some ice cream. I know it’s not my place to interject, but I think that it could help.”

“Do you have matcha flavor in your stall, Minho?” Your eyes flick down to the white name tag that stood out on the pink apron.

“Of course, we just whipped out a new batch this morning. But it seems unfair that you know my name, but I don’t know your’s.” The smile on his lips was innocent but you could see the little glint in his eyes. Oh you had a fun feeling about Minho

[doctorstethoscope]

Fluffy February Day 6 || Coffee Order

pairing: hotch x reader

wordcount: 593

contains: food consumption

Hotch wouldn’t call himself an unemotional man. His team would disagree, and he knows this. They see him as closed-off, as intimidating, ambitious, and unrepentant in the search of justice. They don’t see him as an emotional man, as the “feelings” type.

He feels things very deeply, in all reality. He tries not to feel them too deeply, lest he become beholden to his emotions as his father once had been. He feels from the tips of his fingers to the soles of his feet the love he has for his son. He feels a deep longing for meaning in the suffering that he sees as a part of his job. He feels affection for the team members who are convinced he feels nothing at all. 

He feels silly things, too. Joy when he sees kids, younger than Jack, even, playing in the snow in the wintertime. Nostalgia when the music from the ice cream truck cuts through the humid D.C. air in the summer. And, strangely enough, he feels something he can’t quite put a name to for the woman who often arrives at his normal coffee shop at the same time that he does. 

He doesn’t even know her name, but he’d recognize her face anywhere. She’d come in with a briefcase, order a dry cappuccino, occasionally accompanied by a danish, and set up shop at one of the velvet winged chairs at the corner of the cafe. 

It’s exactly what she’s preparing to do on this particular morning, when Hotch notices that she’s taking longer to order than usual. 

“I’m sorry,” she says to the barista. “I forgot my wallet at home, I’ll go and come back—”

“You don’t have to go,” the barista replies. “The manager is strict about my drawer, but you’re here all the time. If you still want to get some work done, you’re welcome here,” she insists. 

She gives the barista a grateful look. “I so appreciate it,” she says, and Aaron surprises both of them and even himself when he cuts in. 

“I’d be happy to buy your coffee,” he says. 

“Oh, that’s so kind, but you don’t have to–” she starts

“I insist,” he says. “I’ll have a large black coffee with one sugar, a medium cappuccino, dry, and a raspberry danish, please.” Aaron says before he can stop himself, sliding his card into the machine.

“Coming right up, Mr. Hotchner,” the barista says, leaving the two of them as she goes to prepare the drinks. 

“Wow, they know you by name around here,” she replies dryly, but not unkindly. 

“I require more caffeine than most,” he admits.

“You really, really didn’t have to do that, Mr. Hotchner, but I appreciate it.”

“Aaron,” he corrects her. “I’ve told them a million times that they can call me Aaron.” 

“Aaron,” she repeats before introducing herself. “Would you like to come sit while we wait?”

“Absolutely,” he says, following her to her usual table and sitting across from her. 

“You knew my coffee order, Aaron. I hadn’t even said it out loud yet,” she points out. 

“I.. notice things. For a living, actually,” he admits, a little bit sheepish.  

“And you’ve noticed me? Before today,” she asks. 

“Yes. Many times. Is that alright?” He asks, the ghost of a smirk playing across his face. 

She smiles back. “It’s perfectly fine.” 

Aaron still doesn’t know exactly what he’d call the feeling, but he suspects it’s a little something like locking eyes with the prettiest girl in the room at a high school theatre club rehearsal. 

tagging: @spacecowboyhotch @honeybrowne @angelfxllcm @rousethemouse @infinite-tides @gspenc @anlin2058 @zetasaturno99 @realdirectionx @witheldclouds @sbeno22 @el-vs94 @hausofwhores

[knoxslut]

envy : johnny knoxville

💗warnings: jealous johnny, kind of rough smut, alcohol

💗summary: you and johnny had been best friends but one night he confesses something that changes ur relationship forever!!

💗a/n: I kind of hate this but it’s my first fic pls don’t bully me 🤙🤙

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Being a part of the jackass cast was the best job you could’ve asked for. You get to hang with your buddies all day for work, and at night you go to parties, bars, and clubs with them. Although it could be tough to deal with them sometimes, you could always handle it.

You had been best friends with bam and his family since you were young. You and the cKy crew grew up together. That’s how you eventually landed your spot in the jackass crew.

The moment you met the infamous Johnny Knoxville, something clicked. You two hit it off instantly, cracking each other up with jokes and stories. He was your best friend besides your cky buddies. Everyone would always tease you two about “how in love” you were, and you pretended to not care and be grossed out by it, even if you really did have a little crush on him. You knew he would never feel the same, so you tried your best to hide your feelings for him from everybody.

Work had run long into the night, and everyone decided to go out on the town together and meet up at some bar a little ways from set. You rushed home and put on a cute outfit that you hoped would spark attention.

Arriving at the bar, you saw bam, ryan, johnny, spike, and steveo sitting at a table in the back of the bar, sipping on beers, talking and laughing. You started walking over and they immediately put their eyes on you. “Y/n’s here!” Steve-o shouted. He stood up and hugged you with a firm, joking hit on the back. “Where’s everyone else?” You say. “They’re coming soon, probably fucking around on set still.” Bam says.

You can feel somebody’s eyes lingering on you. Johnny is staring at you, up and down, down and up, until he gets to your face. “Hey y/n. Sit down!” Johnny says, with his signature smile on his face, patting the seat next to him. You smile and sit as you see pontius, dave, ehren, wee-man, and preston walk into the bar.

After an hour or two, the bar is full and people are crowded on the dance floor. Everybody but johnny and spike are either getting more drinks, or dancing. You, steveo and pontius are on the dance floor, being stupid but having the time of your lives. “You look really pretty tonight,” pontius says to you. “Really? Thanks!” You say, genuinely complimented. Steve-o has found some girl to dance with, so you and pontius come to a silent agreement to be dance partners. You guys start dancing to whatever song is playing, holding hands. As the dancing progresses, you end up with your face pressed against his chest, arms wrapped around his waist, and his arms dangerously low on your back. You look over to johnny, who’s staring at you with an expression on his face you just can’t seem to figure out.

You and pontius are looking each other in the eyes, smiling and giggling together about something when you feel an arm grab you. You whip your head around ready to punch someone, but it’s Johnny. You were confused as to why he has grabbed you, but you smiled at him nonetheless. “Can I talk to you outside for a second? Sorry Pontius.” He says, sternly and quickly. He yanks you out of chris’s grip and pulls you out the back door of the bar, and faces you once you come out of the door.

You look at him with confusion. “What were you doing out there?” He says to you. You’re trying to look into his eyes to grasp any sense of emotion but you can’t because of his aviators. “Having fun, what are you talking about?” “I’m talking about the fact that you were letting Chris undress you with his eyes and then grope you on the dance floor!” You’re taken aback by his statement. “I let him undress me with his eyes and I let him grope me? What are you talking about? All we did was dance together! And plus even if he was doing all of that, why does it matter to you? It’s not like you’re my mom, who do you think you-“

Your statement gets cut off as johnny quickly comes down and kisses you passionately. You can taste the beer on his mouth and you can smell the cologne on him, and you loved it. He pulls away from the kiss, and looks you in the eyes. You’re too stunned to speak a word. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that? Since the day we met. You were the most beautiful woman i had ever seen. I just couldnt stand watching you with him tonight, im so-“ you cut him off and connect your lips with his once more, cutting him off just as he did to you a few moments ago. You hold his face as he holds your waist.

You had never dreamed that this would ever happen. Hearing Johnny say he wanted you since the day you met set your body ablaze. There was a growing fire in you as the kiss got more and more needy. Johnny pulls away quickly and the air is filled with the sound of your guys’s light panting. “Can we take this back to my place?” He says. All you can do is nod, making him smile. You two race to get back to his place and as soon as you get inside, you’re slammed up against the door, and kissed roughly.

Johnny forces his tongue into your mouth as they start battling for dominance. He breaks away for air and then picks you up so your stomach is against his and your legs are wrapped around his waist, then he starts bringing you upstairs. You place your arms on his shoulders and start trailing kisses from his jaw to his semi-exposed collarbone. You nip and leave lovebites all over the left side of his neck. You’re dropped onto his bed and he’s immediately over you, dark brown eyes burning into yours.

He brings his head next to yours so he can whisper in your ear, and puts his hands where your waist meets your hips. “Since the day we’ve met, I’ve wanted to fuck you until you come apart on my cock and every hole you have is filled with my cum. Is that what you want?” every word he said sent a shock to your core and took your breath out of your lungs. You can only nod as a devilish grin spreads across his face.

He lifts your shirt off of you and unhooks your bra. He comes up and stares at your uncovered upper body in front of him. “God, you’re beautiful.” You smile at the praise as he dives in to your neck, kissing and nipping down your chest all the way to your pants, you moaning in a mix of pain and pleasure each time he bites. He skillfully unbuttons and unzips your jeans using his teeth, then rips your pants off with his hands.

He starts rubbing your clit through your panties. You whimper and cover your mouth trying to conceal the moans bursting out of you. With his other hand, Johnny pulls your hand off of your mouth. “Let me hear you. Let everyone know who makes you feel good.” With his words, you start moaning freely and breathlessly saying his name. “Yeah, you like that?” He says with a sinister look in his eyes. You moan in response and squirm with his every movement.

He takes you by your hand and lifts you to stand up. “Now are you gonna use your words, or is your mouth only useful when it’s on my cock?” Yeah you probably could’ve spoken if you really tried, but you wanted the latter anyways. “Ok, fine.” He says and pushes you down to your knees. You start unbuckling his belt as fast as possible. His pants drop and he’s left with an obvious bulge in his boxers. You start palming at it and rubbing through the fabric. Each time he groans you squeeze your thighs tighter.

You hook your fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pull down, revealing his hard cock. You take it in your hand and swirl your tongue around the tip. Johnny puts his hand in your hair and grabs it, then starts lightly tugging at your hair each time you move your tongue. You quickly start taking more of him in, as much as you can each time. He starts moving your head up and down his cock, gently rocking his hips every time.

You start gagging on his cock each time it hits the back of your throat and tears start to prick at your eyes. Johnny is now completely controlling the movements, and you let him. Suddenly, he pulls you off. You’re pulled up and slammed back into the bed. Johnny pulls your underwear down, throwing it behind him with no regard for where they end up. He pulls his shirt off as quick as possible, and your eyes immediately land on his body. You reach to grab him but your hands are harshly pushed back into the bed. Johnny grabs your wrists, bringing them up over your head and holding them with one hand.

You gaze into his eyes, giving him a desperate look. He grabs his cock and runs it through your folds once before harshly shoving into you. Giving you no time to adjust, he starts at a rapid pace. The pain turns quickly into immense pleasure as you let out pornographic moans. “yeah. you like being fucked like the slut you are?” You only moan in response. “cant even respond. guess you’re only good at being fucked senseless, huh?”

your vision is blurry and you can barely hear, all of your focus on how good you feel. You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, and you start clenching around Johnny. “shit doll, you keep doin that and I’m gonna-“ He interrupts himself with a moan. “oh shit, sweetheart I’m close.” He brings his hand that isn’t holding your hands to your neck, lightly squeezing. Your nails run against his back, hard and scratching, for sure gonna leave marks in the morning.

He brings his hands to your clit, rubbing fast circles, sending you over the edge. You clench around him before he throws his head back with a low, loud groan, spilling inside of you. your eyes roll to the back of your head in pure bliss. you look back at Johnny through half lidded eyes and you can see him staring at you with a smile on his face. “I wish you could see yourself, doll. you look like an angel.”

Your smile grows wide at his words and he comes down to give you a kiss. This one was different from the last ones. It was slow, gentle, and loving. He pulls away as you sit up on the bed. “I’ll be right back.” he runs out of the room and comes back in with new boxers on, a towel, and one of his old T-shirts. he hands you the shirt to put on as he wipes your core with the towel, grinning when he sees you shudder as the towel swipes through your sensitive folds.

he climbs into bed and pulls the two of you under the covers. you cuddle up to him and put your head on his chest. his arm comes around to hold you close and you feel his soft breath on your neck. you look up at him and smile. “I really like you, johnny.” he looks back at you with a goofy smile. “I really like you too.”

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[atonalginger]

WIP Wednesday and a big update to Reclaiming Home

yes I'm doing another massive update because it's all been sitting banked and I'll feel better once it's out. Also, because it's Wednesday and this is my main WIP atm so boom, two birds and all that jazz.

tagging the coemancer crew, @silurisanguine, @fangbangerghoul, @staticpallour, @eridanidreams, @bearlytolerant, @aro-pancake, @lisa-and-shadow, @a-cosmic-elf, @order-of-the-eye, @toxiclizardwrites and anyone I might have forgotten <3 here's a snippet of the WIP that was posted to ao3 below. To start from the beginning of the update (chapter 5-11 is the big update) click here.

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Cora stared back at the monitor, at her unfinished letter, “when I was younger I tried really hard to get him and my mom back together. I didn’t want things to change. I liked having my dad more but I was still scared of the changes. She just stopped coming around and I tried really hard to rebuild my family.”

“Changes are scary,” Frost agreed.

“I know my dad and Doc are trying to take it slow, to start over. I don’t want him to think I’m trying that again with Doc. I don’t want them to think I’m trying to rush them.” Cora felt her voice going shaky and she didn’t like it. Big girl, no tears.

“You could tell them that,” Frost reasoned, “it doesn’t matter the original purpose of the album, it’s just pictures now.”

“I like Doc a lot,” her voice broke and she stopped, trying to stop the emotions from coming.

“That’s natural, she’s a delightful soul,” Frost said.

Cora laughed, a tear breaking through, “Right?”

“Why does that make you sad?” Frost asked.

“I don’t want to drive her away too,” Cora whimpered and pulled her knees up to her chest, sitting in a tight ball on the big chair.

“I don’t see that happening, little bookworm,” Frost assured her.

Cora hugged her shins and steadied her breathing. Hearing that from Frost was comforting and she was trying to hold onto his words, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Anything,” Frost said. He leaned against the wall, his arms relaxed at his sides.

“Do you remember my mom?” she asked, “Have you ever met her?”

“I have,” Frost nodded, “I do.”

“Do you think she loves me?” Cora asked, her eyes glued to the monitor.

“I think she loves having a daughter,” Frost said. 

It wasn’t what she asked and yet answered so much. She sniffed and wiped her eyes, letting her legs relax to sit crossed-legged in the chair, “Does she like our secret book club?”

“She is proud of your little secret,” he said.

Another half answer that said so much with so little, “Do you think she’d notice if I stopped picking books? If I stopped?”

“Yes,” Frost nodded.

“Thank you,” Cora said as she went to finish her letter, “I should get this done while we’re closer to the FC satellite so it’ll get to her faster.”

“May I ask you a question?” Frost asked.

“Yeah,” Cora looked over.

“Do you enjoy your secret book club?” he asked.

Cora sat quiet, pondering his question. They’d started the book club as a way of sharing one of Cora’s interests and giving them more to talk about. Mom wanted it to be a secret because mom mentioned her dad not liking it, which Cora thought silly but then again they fought so much whenever they talked that it was possible. She didn’t like keeping that secret from her dad, she felt bad every time she lied about it, but it was what mom wanted. 

Then there was the fact that mom took so long to read the books Cora picked. She knew her mom was busy with work but she was pretty sure it was actually taking so long because her mom didn’t like the books. She frowned, “I wish it didn’t have to be a secret.”

Frost nodded, “secrets can weigh heavy on the soul.”

[r0s3s26]

Hello I’d like to request it for Haikyuu pls. <3 You name/nickname for request or blurb

safsaf

<3 Your pronouns

She/her

<3 A romantic or platonic match up

Romantic please <3

<3 Any gender preference

Male

<3 Your ideal first date/hangout

Stay with me: going to a mariage counselor and pretending to be married to see if we have good chemistry and see how good they are at coming up with a lie. That or clay sculpting.

<3 5+ bullet points or sentences talking about your personality (positive and negative)

I’m an extrovert but my social battery runs out quick, I looove things that make my life easier (air fryer), I wear my heart on my sleeve so I’m a lover girl, I’m terrible at dealing with my emotions but great at reading other people’s, I adore my friends(a lil more than my family).

<3 Likes

the smell of old books, daydreaming, psycho analyzing people, the horoscope although I don’t believe it

<3 Dislikes

Not speaking up on social injustices, rude to restaurants workers, someone who’s not confident and keeps on deminishing themselves as a way of manipulating me much more

<3 The traits you look for in a partner or friend

Emotionally intelligent but still funny. Laid back cause I’m not and someone who can listen to me YAP

<3 Your hobbies and interests(sports, clubs, etc)

Interest in anything related to humanities. Cooking. Content making.

thank u so so much.

Your Matchup is…Sugawara Koushi!!

<3 Everyone forgets that Suga is a menace

<3 Like on the same level as Noya and Tanaka but more secretive and or chill about it

<3 So he would absolutely to the marriage counselor thing and be so into it

<3 But he is also a very chill person so if you want to chill activities he can do that

<3 Just very much a go with the the flow kinda guy

<3 Lover boy right here

<3 The team would be sick of how lovey dovey you both are *que Daichi and Asahi gagging noises*

<3 Because Suga is a setter, his entire job is to read other people and how they will react to certain plays. So he definitely uses that with you when dealing with you emotions and working through them with you

<3 Because you are also good at reading emotions I think you both would psychoanalyze people just for the fun of it

<3 Because you care so much about your friends, and the team becomes your friends, you also become the team mom (i’m putting you also as a 3rd year)

<3 Longest yap sessions ever

<3 You would look through your call log and see one that was 7 hours long just cause you both couldn’t get off the phone

<3 Please make him food, if you do he will be yours for life

Drabble:

You and Suga are sitting in your kitchen with a bunch of clay around you, wondering how you got into this mess, but that's a story for another day. But you are here now and you said you were gonna do it. “Hey honey, do you even know how to make clay sculptures?” Suga said in a tone that was mixed with nervousness and amusement “Of course I don’t, but we will learn today!” you replied excitedly. Now you are sitting across from each other sculpting the other's face, well attempting to. When you are both done with said sculptures you both turn them around and show them to each other, and it went a little something like this; “Ok 3, 2, 1” you both said as you flipped your busts. You both immediately start laughing y’alls asses off at the way the sculptures look “Suga that is not what I look like” you say with a laugh “My nose does NOT look like that”, “Um I would like to call it artistic liberty my sweets” he says very matter a-factly “And I don’t look like that ether my eyes are not that big” “Erm you literally have baby doll eyes, no not even, puppy eyes, so this is actually super accurate mister” you say in a fake nerd voice. You both stare at each other and laugh again at each other's interesting interpretations of the other, not thinking about the worries or cares of the outside world, only thinking of you both and the moments that you two share.

[ellie-s-list]

Light in the Darkness (4)

Abby Anderson X Fem!Reader, College AU, Part 4

Since part three was so short I am double posting, so when there is a small journal entry or “thought” chapter then there will usually be a double post because the content was so short.

But I’m not promising anything.

TW: Anxiety, overthinking.

PT. 3 PT. 5

Chapter 4–> Line Without a Hook, Ricky Montgomery, Week 12

Lyrics: “All my emotions feel like explosions when you are around

And I’ve found a way to kill the sound.”

Fuck Max, Tatum, and Bailey. Not literally, but figuratively. Why? Because now you’re in a small club with way too loud music, way too many flashing lights, and way too much of the smell of alcohol induced vomit that could very well be touching every nook and cranny of this hell hole. Of course, you did say yes, so it was partly your fault.

But you were still overstimulated, about ready to explode with anxiety. Tatum was already on the dance floor, dragging Max along behind her. Max was Tatum’s designated ‘gay’ best friend. They’ve always clicked, it’s like they share the same brain.

Bailey was with you, sitting at the bar. She wasn’t drinking, having been the next designated driver in the trio’s rotation. You offered to drive, but they all declined. Maybe it’s because you never went to bars or clubs with them, which was fine. They’ve never been your scene. But Max begged you to go, he felt bad because he thought you felt left out. Even though you explained that you didn’t feel left out, you said you’d go with them tonight.

“You good?” Bailey asked, leaning close to you so you could hear her over the music. Shrugging, you turn to look at the dance floor. There were a lot of people pressed close together, grinding, making out. You couldn’t find Max or Tatum anymore, but someone else caught your eye.

Owen, Abby’s ex-boyfriend. He was making his way through the crowd, stopping to grind on an unsuspecting woman. It was weird, maybe disgusting. Definitely disgusting. You had a weird feeling about him, even when you were bitching at him because of the Red Bull.

“I’m going out onto the floor,” Bailey said, catching your attention.

Nodding, you watch Bailey blend into the crowd. Turning back to the bar, you pulled out your phone. Pinterest seemed to be a good app to get your mind off of the club, cats being your choice of obsession.

“Hey, you’re Abby’s lab partner, right?” A voice too close to your ear caused you to flinch, scaring you from looking at a bright orange picture of a cat.

Turning your head, you saw a dark-skinned girl sitting on the stool next to you. Her body faced the crowd of sweaty college students, but her face was towards you.

“Yeah,” You frown, “Why?” Does Abby talk about you? You would probably be brought up because of her project, but hopefully nothing else would be brought up.

Abby’s friend widened her eyes, “Oh, she didn’t say anything bad, I promise.” She looked as if she let out some horrible secret, her deep brown eyes shifting away. “I’m Nora, I’d like to say I’m Abby’s best friend.”

You raised an eyebrow, not sure why she would approach you out of nowhere. Let alone at a club, and without Abby near. She already knew your name, which was weird considering Abby barely talked about her friends.

“Nice to meet you, is Abby here with you?” You ask, not trying to show your suspicion. It seemed to work, Nora visibly relaxing as she hummed, looking around the crowd.

“She is,” Nora said, “ She arrived a couple hours ago.”

Nodding, you bit your lip, “You brought Owen too?” You couldn’t hide the slight disgust tinting your voice.

Nora sighed, “He’s like the Scott Disick of our group.”

“God he looks like it.”

Nora smirked at your comment, then she pointed at the crowd, “There she is.” You follow the direction of her finger to see Abby. She was dancing with Owen, not seductively, more like she was trying to get away. Nora turned towards you, “I’m going to join them, hope to see you again.” She hopped off the stool, slightly jogging over to her two friends.

After Nora left, the music seemed to have gotten louder. It pounded through your skull, causing a fog in your brain. Looking around for a bathroom, you sighed in relief when you found one. It wasn’t too far away, just on the other side of the bar.

Making your way over, you cupped your hands over your ears to try to muffle the bass. You pushed the door open, surprised at how small the bathroom was. There were two small stalls on your right, a dingy light bulb flickering above your head. Both stalls were occupied, so you walked to the far side of the room, leaning your back against the wall.

As cramped as the room felt, it did muffle the music enough for you to gather our thoughts. You pulled your phone out again, going back to the pictures of cats to distract you from your anxiety. One of the stall doors opened, and you glanced up to see a woman with smeared lipstick and disheveled hair stagger out. She glanced at you, but then turned to pull the door open.

As she pulled the door, she kind of stumbled backwards. Someone was on the other side, pushing the door open. The girl caught herself, cussing as she held onto the stall door behind her. The other girl, who was pushing the door open, apologized, appearing as she walked in.

Abby was the other girl, peering at the drunken one hanging onto the stall door. The drunk girl stood up, glaring up at Abby. She pushed her way past the blonde, calling her a “sightless whore,” as the door closed behind her.

The blonde shook her head, turning away from the door to see you. Her hair was in her signature braid, some stands having fallen out, they were framing her face. Her cheeks were flushed, probably from the hot air from the outside, probably from the alcohol she’s consumed. Her blue eyes were blown wide, pupils almost overtaking her irises. She was wearing a cut-off black tee paired with green cargo pants and brown combat boots.

“Hey,” Abby murmured, a slur hinting at how drunk she may be. If she was blacked out, she definitely hid it well in front of you.

Giving a half-wave, you smile, “Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

“In the bathroom?”

“Sure, we could say that,” You laugh, noticing the light dust of pink overshadowing the flushness of her cheeks.

Abby frowned, looking around the dingy bathroom. “Do you want to get out of here?” She asked, placing a hand on the back of her head.

“I didn’t drive.”

The blonde pulled out a set of keys, “I did, but I need a driver.”

With a quick text to Max, you decided to drive Abby to your dorm. You didn’t really have a choice, Abby, having been more drunk than you anticipated, passed out in the passenger's seat as soon as you both got into her car.

The drive back to your dorm was brief. What wasn’t easy was trying to get Abby to stand up to get to the building’s elevator.

The girl was heavy, leaning on you as the elevator rose to the third floor. Abby didn’t smell entirely of alcohol, hints of cedar coming through. Her hair smelled of Pantene, which made some sense. Abby seems like the type to stare at the shampoos, remember Selena liked Pantene, and decide to go with that one.

The elevator doors opened, forcing you to hoist Abby further onto your shoulder as you practically dragged her.

“For how muscular you are, you sure as hell ain’t using any of them,” You grumble, half-dragging the blonde. Thankfully, your dorm wasn’t too far from the elevator, and you made it with minimal casualties. The only one being Abby’s hair tie, which you decided to hate as you vowed never to go back to save it.

Sliding your key card, you push the door open. Abby seemed to have gained a bit of control of her legs, kind of helping you out as you made your way to the couch. Your energy was depleting quickly at the sight of the couch, running on fumes as you dropped her onto it. She landed face first, and if anything hurt, she didn’t show it. Your muscles that were previously screaming at you, seemed relieved as you hunched over.

Turning, you went back to close your door and turn on the main lights. You and Max bought nightlights for the dorm, having both not liking how dark the rooms could get.

Abby grumbled, catching your attention as you made your way back to the couch. She turned over onto her back, blinking languidly. You crouch, taking her boots off.

“Where am I?” She asked as you finished getting her boots off.

You sat on the floor, leaning your back against the couch. Abby dragged herself into a sitting position, rubbing her eyes. She looked confused as she looked around, when her eyes met your face she seemed to have realized where she was. Her name left your lips, but nothing else.

“What?” You ask, staring at her ruffled hair that was quickly falling out of its braid.

Drearily, Abby patted the cushion beside her, “Sit with me.”

Standing up, you sat beside her, turning to face her. She was looking at you, back slightly hunched. You leaned forward, propping your elbows up onto your knees as you rested your head onto your hands.

“You’re so pretty,” Abby murmured, a hand slowly reaching up to touch your cheek.

She was drunk, she didn't know what she was doing. The heat that rose to your cheeks was embarrassing, a direct reaction to her touching you and her compliment. She was drunk, she couldn't be in the right state of mind. Abby leaned forward though, and you didn’t lean away. She was a couple inches now from your face. She had to be able to hear your heart racing, the loud thumping pounding in your ears.

“I mean it,” Abby whispered. “You’re so pretty.” Time slowed down as she leaned closer, her lips bridging the gap as she kissed you. Her lips weren’t chapped, having a minty taste to them. Abby kissed lightly, as if questioning you.

The blonde pulled away, suddenly looking sick. She leaned forward again, but this time not to kiss you. Instead, she puked onto your lap.

Posted on: 4/21/23

WC: 1,732

[eurydicees]

tamaki suoh genderfluid

literally so real.........thinking about my theatre club au again. he was gonna play juliet in romeo and juliet.......it was gonna be so good. wait here's the snippet i ended up writing back in 2021 but then didn't finish

Kyoya is directing their fall play, meaning that it’s Shakespeare. It’s always Shakespeare, because Kyoya is pretentious about his theatre, and Tamaki has a soft spot for letting Kyoya do whatever he wants when it comes to choosing a play. This semester, he had chosen “Romeo and Juliet,” mostly because it was the only one the Hitachiin twins had agreed upon sitting through. 

Tamaki walks into the audition room, wringing his hands, and Kyoya immediately knows that something is wrong. Tamaki is never nervous about auditions, he’s never worried about them. He doesn’t care if he gets the lead role, he just likes performing. Of course, it’s easy to say that when you always get the lead role. 

“Tamaki?” Kyoya asks, watching carefully as Tamaki walks center stage. He’s biting his bottom lip, which is never a good sign. “Are you alright?” 

Tamaki takes a deep breath, then looks up, meeting Kyoya’s eyes. “I’m Tamaki Suoh, and I’ll be auditioning for Juliet.” 

Oh. 

Kyoya blinks, staring at Tamaki, not quite sure how to move forward— but something in him kicks into overdrive, immediately rolling through to the audition. So Tamaki wants to play Juliet— good for him. They don’t have enough female actors anyways. 

Kyoya looks over his stack of papers and realizes that Tamaki hasn’t taken a breath in the past full minute. Kyoya raises his eyebrows. “Okay. What monologue will you be reading? You did prepare one, didn’t you?” 

And just like that, Tamaki exhales. Something shifts in the air, something nervous is set at ease. For the moment, it’s just the two of them in the studio, Tamaki taking deep, even breaths, and Kyoya steadily refusing to make a big deal out of this. Tamaki might always get the male lead in every show they produce, but that doesn’t mean he can’t branch out a bit. Not that far, because it’s still a lead, but still. 

Kyoya also takes one look at Tamaki—at the way his fingers are tugging at the hem of his shirt, at the way that his eyes are lasered in on the pile of audition forms on Kyoya’s table, at the way he’s licking at his bitten down lips—and knows that this is something he’s been working up the courage to do for a long time. He’s probably been standing outside of the studio door for thirty minutes, talking himself up and into doing this. It’s not a joke, then, or just because he knows there are only a few girls who would seriously try and audition. It’s because he wants to do this. Play a woman. 

Well, Kyoya can work with that. 

“I’ll be reading Cordelia’s monologue from Act I of ‘King Lear,’” Tamaki says. He says it slowly, as if he’s not sure if it’s true. “Okay.” 

“Go ahead,” Kyoya says softly.

Tamaki nods, swallowing. He closes his eyes for a moment, shaking his hands away from gripping his shirt. When he opens his eyes, it’s like he’s transformed— he’s not nervous anymore, he’s sunk into the character, he’s the daughter of a man with secrets, a man being lost to time, he's the sister of two others with their own tragedies, he's so many sad things and even more beautiful ones.

Kyoya, after all the years and plays and musicals, still hasn’t gotten tired of seeing Tamaki in the spotlight. He still hasn’t gotten sick of the way that Tamaki comes alive when he’s on stage. Every time, he thinks, feels like the first time, like he’s a new person seeing a new actor bring to life one of Kyoya’s favorite characters. Even in the harsh light of the dance studio, Tamaki glows. He was born, Kyoya thinks, to act. The stardust which put together that smile did it with the intention of putting him in front of an audience, a monologue on his lips, and cry on his tongue, the grand span of human emotion at the snap of his fingers. 

“Unhappy that I am,” Tamaki says, his open hands in front of him, trembling just slightly, “I cannot heave my heart into my mouth—” 

Kyoya has cast him as Juliet before Tamaki has even finished his monologue.

[sunlightandsuffering]

I’ll leave this to you because you came up with the master - Palawan relationship. But think that Anakin became Ahsoka’s master when both were very young. There’s only a 5 year gap between them and I think Anakin was 19 or 20 when he became her master. Idk about any of the age things here but hear me out: the moment Master Eren takes Padawan Mikasa’s virginity

I’m not here to glorify virginity but they’re Jedis, they aren’t supposed to do this. Much less as master and apprentice. She bothers and bothers, demands and demands, is bratty as fuck. They’re in the middle of a mission, he’s angry as fuck because maybe they’re trapped and it is his fault because he was reckless and she’s the one who saved them o de against, and Eren simply loses it and unleashes his emotional turmoil and desire into the roughest Jedi fuck imaginable. And after he’s all serious like this can’t happen ever again. It happens that same day against one of the statues in the temple. And yet again in his quarters. Both that night and next morning (twice) before she slips back to her room at the crack of dawn

k thats very sexy of them, CAN U IMAGINE LIKE THE FALLING IN LOVE SHE'D BE DOING THO! Like Mikasa spending those last few years of puberty with like the hottest boy she's ever seen in her life, her sexuality is literally just Eren bc how the fuck could it not be??? She has this hot jedi master teaching her how to fight, correcting her form, protecting her all the time, NOT TO MENTION JUST HIM WITH A LIGHTSABER?? She watches him train sometimes and she's just sitting there ogling him bc he took his shirt off and he sure is waving that lightsaber around, working up a sweat, keeps throwing teasing remarks at her for just watching but she's SO content just to watch. Padawan Mikasa acts all innocent and doesn't step a toe out of line but like she's having naughty thoughts, girl's brain is in the gutter WAY too often. She avoids yoda bc she's worried he'll see into the depths of her soul and sense that she desperately wants to bang her master.

BUT VRIGINITY OKAY! this is such a great development. I LOVE IT! AS SOON AS SHE'S OF AGE!! But okay, her transition to like bratty padawan MIkasa happens on a mission, Eren has to infiltrate a club for whatever reason and she sees some woman hitting on him and that's like her awakening. She starts being real pushy with him bc she's finally a decent age and thats HER jedi master, no one else's.

But they're alone together so often, she's such a brat, spends ALL her time brainstorming ways to get them into compromising situations, Eren is so careful about trainign her now bc somehow he always ends up on top of her, or her on top of him, in his lap, right on his dick. She lives to make like surprising comments, like when he's getting mad at her for being reckless or something, doing something above her abilities, chastising her she's like well maybe you should punish me... a good spanking, SHE LIVES TO TORMENT HIM!

Them finally fucking, I completley agree is just a loss of his control which is so much hotter than anything else, like its a hopeless situation and he's so angry he has all these feelings and she's still being a brat he just HAS TO fuck her, fuck the insolence and disobedience right out of her 🥵🥵 omg they totally keep doing it tho, Eren tells her no more but how can he say no when she's tugging at his belt, on her knees while he tries desperately to steer them through a meteor shower???

[darlingl-19]

There was nothing reassuring about this boxing club. The looks of those present could intimidate anyone. The music loud hurt Eva’s ears.

She decided to come to him for a very important boxing tournament. She didn’t tell him anything, a little surprise seemed like a good idea.

Many men stared at her like she was the easiest prey, she was searching for him but he’s no we’re to be found. His boxing coach invited her to take a seat. She felt uncomfortable whenever someone stared at her.

When he comes out of the locker room, Eva throws herself in his arms, surprised to see her here, he hesitates a few seconds before hugging her back. He puts a light kiss on her forehead.

-Ethan !

-What are you doing here…? He asked, almost like he didn’t want her to be here.

-I wanted to surprise you !

He kept his emotions for himself but seeing her smile melted his cold heart. As she gently caressed his cheek, his eyes turned from love to pure horror. His father was approaching them and immediately he let go of her. He was terrified of his father.

Without a word, his father pulled him away from Eva, she went beck to her seat. He gave her a begging look, like he begged her to help him. While she waited for him, she heard three men talking about Ethan.

There was a lot of talk about him. “Daddy’s son” “Spoiled brat” “He’s doping to get that level”. That’s too much. Eva went towards the three men looking confident. As she was about to say something, Ethan stood in front of her to protect her. She was an easy target for them.

-Let me talk to them ! She objected as he gently pushed her back to the bench.

This time puppy eyes didn’t work. He was pissed. He let out a deep sigh.

-Don’t make waves with them… It’s important to me this tournament, I’m glad you’re here but please just sit tight and don’t get in trouble.

His father called for him and after a little kiss on the cheek, he ran towards his father. She was upset by the annoyed look he had.

The tournament started almost an hour after her arrival and Ethan finally sat next to her. She put her hand on hers and he rested his head on her shoulder.

She kissed his cheek several times, he giggled but when she tried to kiss him, gently he placed his hand on her mouth, she tried again and he checked that her father wasn’t looking before kissing her.

-Are you ashamed of me ? She asked.

-No Eva…He sighed.

He was only terrified of his father. He didn’t want this man to hurt her, he knew she was about to witness such violence but - before his turn - he tried to make her less upset.

The young man’s first fight was already violent and it’s only a start but he won hands down, he came back to his girlfriend but she headed out. He took off his gloves and followed her, putting on a jacket.

-Why are you so upset, Eva?

-You didn’t kiss me the first time.

He sighed and tried once again to make her feel a little better but in vain. He hugged her, he hugged her like it’s the last time they saw each other. Confused, she let herself be done, hearing his heart beat against her ear had something comforting.

-You drive me crazy with your constant challenges and your dumb fights…

She laughed before she looked up at him.

-You are the most irritating, stubborn, arrogant, annoying, frustrating girl I’ve ever met

Another little giggle and she cling to him like a koala, they laughed until someone’s hand landed on Ethan’s shoulder.

Frightened the young man stepped back, the man payed no attention to Eva but his presence is so menacing, she moves away a little from the father and the son. The look on Ethan’s face was heart breaking, he looked so terrified of the man in front of him.

He took his son inside and signed the young woman to follow them. She did without flinching.

The more the fights happened, the more violent Ethan was. The blood stained the ring and his gloves. Nobody moved. As if they were waiting for the worse but Ethan still won this fight. Here he was, one more fight and he would won the tournament.

He came back to Eva, she wiped the blood on his face. He smiled stupidly as she did to him what seemed to be a lecture. In fact, his ears were ringing too much for him to hear correctly what she was saying.

He hugged her, she caressed her hair while he rested his forehead against her belly. He put his chin against her belly to look at her. Her eyes did not leave him indifferent and his cheeks slightly turned red.

-You’re an addiction… I can’t get you out of my head no matter what I do…

The last fight between Ethan and his best friend Alan. Despite their friendship, the resentments of their first battles were still there and their respective father were not there to appease them.

The atmosphere was electric, Eva was afraid but she did not move. Nobody moved. The two boys fought until the blood flowed from their noses, their mouths. Until they were exhausted. They took off their gloves.

Finally the adults threw themselves on them to separate them, Eva watched this show unable to move. She snapped out of her fear when she sees Ethan lying on the ground.

He couldn’t catch his breath. He asked several times where she was, but no one answered. The more he repeated himself, the more angry he got. He saw her and a smile that only she knew from him, appeared on his face. Yet his eyes were empty. It was like he was another person. He was trying to fight the adults restraining him.

His father took him to the locker room, Eva waited for all adults to have their attention elsewhere before sneaking into the locker room.

Ethan looked at her with a smile on his face. An empty water bottle rolled next to him, his hair and his torso soaked. He’s lying on the cold floor of the locker room.

-oh my love…

His hand - still trembling with adrenaline - reached towards her, she hesitated to take it but under his suppliant gaze, she gave in. Ethan pulled her close to him before he got on top of her.

His cheeks turn red. The blood dripped on her shirt and he wiped his face with the back of his hand. The water dripping from his hair stained her t-shirt. Eva looked at him with a loving look.

He kissed her before hiding his face in the crook her neck. His warm breath makes her shiver. He kissed her neck several times, he took a deep breath that does not leave the young woman without blushing.

She didn’t know what to do, so she just hugged him. He put his hands on Eva’s back, almost against her will she arched her back. She felt him smiling as he kissed her neck.

-I remember how you screamed my name… How you took me so fucking well.. How tight you were… He sighed next to his ear.

Her stomach felt like butterflies, he straightened up to contemplate her. She grabbed his shoulders as if she would lose her balance if she let him get up. He caressed her cheek with his fingertips and then traces the fine lines of her mouth with a softness unknown to both them.

-How you kissed me like you were in desperate need of feeling me inside you, feeling skin on yours and my hands on your trembling body…

Her triumphant smile appeared again. She didn’t know what to say, what to do. She simply admired him. His two colored eyes looking at her with so much lust and yet like she was the most beautiful woman he ever saw.

-I hate myself for loving you, but can’t imagine living without you. This is what it feels like to be helplessly, hopelessly, and irrevocably in love… I love you Eva. He whispered before kissing her, his hands going to places they weren’t supposed to.

She let out a soft moan as he touched her chest. He wanted her. He needed her but it was too risky.

[the-ragingenby]

Guess who actually finished the first chapter of that fic they said they were gonna write?

And guess who still doesn’t have a beta reader :,)

Anyway, here’s the AO3 cross post:

Dear Fellow Traveler

Chapter 1: Beginnings

“Morgan, hey. Are you okay?” Morgan was startled out of his thoughts by Garcia, who had gingerly poked her head into his office. He quickly pulled on his usual lazy smile.

“Hey, baby girl.” Morgan replied, waving her in. “You can come in, y’know. No need to lurk outside.” Garcia nervously fiddled with her hands as she stepped inside, carefully inching towards his desk.

“You, uh, didn’t answer my question.” Garcia stated, wincing at her own blunt tone. “Sorry, I’m just…I’m worried. About you, I mean. I know that this case was kind of…heavy. And you took it especially hard.” She paused when Morgan didn’t reply right away. “I know I wasn’t there and I wouldn’t understand, blah blah. Whatever run of the mill excuses you’ll give to wave me off. But I’ll say this, take the rest of today to catch up with some friends. Or even go out and meet someone. Just anything to get you out of this office.”

At that, Morgan let out a sigh. “And I thought I was being so good about hiding it too.” He laughed dryly. Garcia covered her mouth to conceal a laugh.

“Listen, hot stuff, you may think you’re so great at hiding your emotions in the same way you're amazing at reading people, but it doesn’t work that way.” Garcia teased. “So, are you going to do what I suggested? Unless you want to sit down and have a long chat about what’s bothering you with Hotch.”

At that, Morgan winced. He loved Hotch, as his boss. He was a great guy. But he didn’t want to bother him with his own issues. And he most likely had his own things to attend to, probably with Jack. “If I’m being honest, Garcia, most of the friends I did have around here either moved on or left. I haven’t made the effort to make any new ones, and I’m not in a clubbing mood.”

Surprisingly, Garcia didn’t seem at all surprised, instead digging in her pocket for a crumpled piece of paper and flinging it at him. While he was distracted, she snatched his phone off his desk and started fiddling with it. “Since I didn’t want you to be mopey for the next week, I’ve decided to set you up with a friend of mine. Well, online friend. But I’ve run so many security checks on him that I may as well know him in person. Which I do. Sort of.”

“Garcia.” Morgan began, reaching for his phone as Garcia stepped back just out of reach. “Listen, I don’t really need to be set up for any romantic endeavors. I’m pretty good at that on my own.” Garcia smiled devilishly.

“I never intended to set you up romantically, but now you’re giving me ideas.” She snickered, dodging neatly as Morgan flung the paper right back at her. After a few moments, she handed him back his phone, now with a newly installed application specifically for chatting. “His name is Spencer Reid, and he works and studies at a relatively nearby university. I’ve already sent a friend request for you. Now, be nice to him and have fun!”

Garcia bowed and pranced back out of the office, looking much more like her usual self. Morgan sighed, looking down at his phone to see just what Garcia had put him up to. After a few minutes of looking through the different settings on the app, he eventually spotted the username of who he assumed to be this Spencer Reid guy. It was pretty obvious, considering what he chose. Come on, throughthe_Reids? Seriously? Morgan could almost guarantee he could come up with something more creative than that.

After a few minutes of hesitation, he quickly typed out a text, but hesitated to send it. Maybe he should wait until he gets home. Or maybe he just shouldn’t send it at all. But, Garcia did encourage it, after all. Maybe it would be good for him. But on the other hand, stranger danger and all that.

Feeling conflicted, Morgan decided to head home first and figure things out later. He said his usual goodbyes to the team and left before Garcia could bully him into sending this one text before he was ready.

After the short drive home, Morgan collapsed on his bed, contemplating what to do for the rest of the evening when he suddenly remembered Garcia and the whole online friend thing. Ah, what the hell? What’s the worst that could happen? Despite his reservations, Morgan sent the text and promptly flung his phone away, embarrassed at how stupid he sounded.

[9:43 pm]

De-reel_Morgan: Hey. You must be Spencer Reid, right? A friend of mine said I should introduce myself and maybe get to know you? Sorry, I’m not good at introductions.

It had hardly been thirty seconds when his phone chimed. Carefully, as though his phone was suddenly radioactive or something, Morgan picked it up and read over the response he got.

[9:43 pm]

throughthe_Reids: Haha, no worries. It’s nice to meet you, Derek Morgan. Penelope has told me a lot about you. And honestly? You seem to be as amusingly charming as she says you are.

To his surprise, Morgan felt himself growing embarrassed over a single text from this guy. But that didn’t make any sense at all. He was usually the one sending the alluring messages, not the other way around. If only he knew this guy as much as he seemed to know Morgan.

[9:44 pm]

De-reel_Morgan: Well I guess I’ll take that as a compliment.

[9:44 pm]

throughthe_Reids: Mmm. Consider it a half-compliment, half-teasing insult.

Ah, so the guy’s a jokester, huh? Morgan would bet on his life that Garcia had everything to do with this opening Spencer pulled out. He made a mental note to text her later.

[9:45 pm]

throughthe_Reids: In any case, considering everything Penelope’s told me, I suppose I should introduce myself properly. Since I know you won’t ask, you chicken.

Morgan could barely keep himself from laughing, even though he knew the guy was right. At this point, he didn’t want to ask too many questions. He might start accidentally profiling him or something. And he didn’t want to scare Spencer off. Garcia would not let him live it down.

[9:45 pm]

throughthe_Reids: My name is Spencer Reid and I am currently both a student and teacher’s aide. I enjoy reading, chess, and Doctor Who.

[9:45 pm]

throughthe_Reids: I occasionally write for myself in my free time, which is pretty scarce these days. But I’m glad I’ve made time to talk to you. You seem nice, if not overly cautious not to say something wrong. But I hear you’re normally like that, so I won’t take it too personally.

[9:46 pm]

De-reel_Morgan: Oh, so you’re the studious type? That’s interesting. What have you read recently?

[9:46 pm]

throughthe_Reids: Well, I read War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy this morning at breakfast.

[9:46 pm]

De-reel_Morgan: Like, started it?

[9:47 pm]

throughthe_Reids: Nope. Finished it. Start to finish.

[9:47 pm]

throughthe_Reids: I know, you’re probably shocked, but please hold the applause.

[9:48 pm]

De-reel_Morgan: So now you’re messing with me for real now.

Morgan couldn’t believe this guy. Did he really think Morgan was that stupid? He and Garcia will be having a serious chat tomorrow.

[9:49 pm]

throughthe_Reids: I’m really, truly not. I have an eidetic memory, and quite a fast reading speed on top of that.

[9:49 pm]

throughthe_Reids: I’ve already read it a few times before anyway. I just wanted to re-read it for the fun of it.

[9:50 pm]

De-reel_Morgan: I think ‘quite fast’ is an understatement. And don’t you mean re-Reid?

[9:50 pm]

throughthe_Reids: Hah! That’s a good one. I think we’re going to get along just fine.

Morgan couldn’t help his smile. He took back every bad thing he’s thought about this guy. Surprising himself, he was actually excited to keep talking to Spencer.

[9:51 pm]

throughthe_Reids: As much as I’d love to keep talking all evening, I think you should get some rest. From what Penelope told me, you and your team have just solved a case and your hours are both ridiculous and unpredictable.

[9:51 pm]

throughthe_Reids: Knowing this, I want you to get some rest. While I’m not sure who this ‘team’ is, I can only assume you hold a government job. I don’t want to hinder your performance at all, so go to bed!

[9:52 pm]

throughthe_Reids: Make sure you eat something and take care of yourself. We’ll talk again tomorrow.

[9:53 pm]

De-reel_Morgan: You seem to know a lot for just being a college student.

[9:53 pm]

throughthe_Reids: Well, I do have a friend, or mentor rather, that kind of gave me some insight into some government agencies, specifically with law enforcement. But he never gives me many details.

[9:54 pm]

throughthe_Reids: I’ve been trying to pry just one complete story out of him, but he won’t budge. So I’ve only got bits and pieces of information.

[9:54 pm]

throughthe_Reids: Anywho, good night! Sleep well, Derek :p

De-reel_Morgan: Goodnight, Spence.

Morgan heaved a sigh, feeling conflicted. The guy seemed nice enough. Though this mentor of his caused some concern. What if this guy was a spy or something who’s come to extract government secrets? No, that can’t be it. Garcia wouldn’t let that happen. And speaking of Garcia, Morgan decided to shoot her a text.

[10:03 pm]

Morgan: Hey mama, tell me more about this Spencer guy.

[10:05 pm]

Garcia: Morgan the whole point of putting you up to this is for you to get to know him on your own

[10:06 pm]

Garcia: If I give you the answers thats CHEATING

[10:06 pm]

Morgan: Come on, Penelope. He was being cryptic about his mentor telling him about government secrets and stuff.

[10:07 pm]

Garcia: I can almost guarantee that is not what he said

[10:08 pm]

Garcia: And if you really need to know the mentor is a teacher at the university

[10:08 pm]

Garcia: A former federal agent

[10:09 pm]

Garcia: But I cant tell you their name or anything like that

[10:09 pm]

Garcia: So youre going to have to trust me here

Morgan frowned, fears not being appeased at all. But he decided to let it go, for now. He’ll get answers out of her eventually.

Taking Spencer’s advice, even if he wasn’t physically there to make sure, Morgan decided to call it a night. As he drifted off the sleep, his thoughts floated towards the comedic student. Despite his reservations, he was really growing to like the guy. And he was actually excited to talk to him tomorrow.

~

The next morning, Morgan started getting ready for work when he took a moment to check his phone. Spencer had texted him pretty early in the morning. The hypocrite, telling Morgan to go to bed just to be up late himself.

[3:48 am]

throughthe_Reids: You’re probably sleeping, which is good. But I just couldn’t get this out of my head. So when you get a chance, you should totally start watching Doctor Who.

[3:49 am]

throughthe_Reids: But not because I’m up late watching it. No way. No sir. That’s not the reason in the slightest.

[4:19 am]

throughthe_Reids: Actually, I just realized you’ll probably be at work by the time you see these, so I hope you have a good day! Talk to you later :p

Morgan stared, trying to decide just how to reply when he received a text from Garcia.

[7:30 pm]

Garcia: ROUND TABLE IN 30

Damn it all. Hesitantly, Morgan decides to quickly reply, not wanting to leave Spencer hanging.

[7:33 am]

De-reel_Morgan: Since you’re recommending it, maybe I’ll give it a look. Just let me know where to start.

[7:33 am]

De-reel_Morgan: And you have a good day too, Spence.

Morgan sighed, annoyed at his boring response. He wanted to tease the guy, he really did, but he didn’t know how much Spencer could handle. He really, really, didn’t want to scare him off.

Morgan made it to the office with ten minutes to spare. The second he stepped out of the elevator, Garcia practically ambushed him, bombarding him with question upon question. “So what do you think of him? Do you like him? We’re, I mean, I’m anxious to know.” At the last one, he raised an eyebrow.

“What do you mean ‘we’?” Morgan asked, starting to head towards the conference room. Garcia fiddled with her hands, looking a bit conflicted.

“Well…I may or may not have been asking Spencer for updates. And…stuff.” Garcia mumbled, sneaking past him to dart into the conference room so she wouldn’t have to elaborate.

“You aren’t getting away that easily, baby girl.” Morgan chuckled, sliding into the room after her and settling at his usual chair.

As she begins to present the case to the rest of the team, Morgan fights hard to keep himself focused. Garcia’s admission made his head spin, just a little bit. Was Spencer really that worried about what he thought about him? The thought made him feel a little better about all the messages he’s been sending. If he feels a little anxious, he can only imagine what Spencer was feeling.

And considering everything, Morgan could probably drop his suspicions of Spencer being some sort of evil entity. For now. One can never be too careful.

“Morgan?” JJ was staring at him, head slightly tilted in concern. “You okay? You’re acting kind of spacey this morning, more so than when you’ve had a long night out on the town.”

“And without us, might I add.” Prentiss added, an amused smirk on her lips. “Someone running you ragged?”

“Man, y’all are really ganging up on me this morning.” Morgan laughed, expertly dodging their playful questioning as Hotch interrupted.

“Alright, guys. We have two missing women to find, and its already been a few hours. Wheels up in ten.” Hotch announced, nodding to dismiss them, then disappeared from the room.

Morgan quickly followed suit, grabbing his go-bag from his office and followed the team to the elevator.

~

Thankfully, this case went significantly better than their last one. They managed to find both women alive and take the unsub into custody in one piece. Morgan was grateful for the reprieve.

He decided to call it quits early and start heading home. Morgan felt like he could sleep for a thousand years, but still be tired. Maybe I should check out that Doctor Who thing Spencer was mentioning. It would give me something else to talk about with him.

Just as he was starting to gather his things, his phone buzzed. He dug around in his pocket and glanced at it, raising an eyebrow when he realized it was Garcia.

[11:58 pm]

Garcia: Hey

[11:58 pm]

Garcia: Text Spencer if you need someone to talk to

[11:59 pm]

Garcia: I promise hes willing to listen and wont judge you too harshly

[11:59 pm]

Garcia: And wont harass you for deets at work the next morning

Despite himself, he let out a huffing laugh. Ah, Garcia. She was right, because of course she was. But he couldn’t help but feel like he would be bothering him. Spencer was a student first and foremost, then a teacher’s aide on top of that at a university. Morgan wasn’t even sure of which one. Why would he be wasting his time on—

You know what, screw it. Morgan steeled himself and sent Spencer a text. After all, he did promise they’d talk later.

[12:01 am]

De-reel_Morgan: Hey, sorry I couldn’t talk sooner. We had a pretty rough case.

Morgan swiftly shoved his phone back into his pocket, not wanting to read Spencer’s reply right away, whenever it came in. He headed to the elevator, near which JJ was standing.

“Oh, I see you're heading out earlier than usual.” She noted, eyeing him. “I guess Prentiss was right?” Morgan shook his head.

“You guys are just jumping to conclusions. I haven’t really found anyone, yet.” Morgan stated, shrugging slightly. JJ blinked, clearly doubtful, but didn’t voice it.

“He’s a liar!” Garcia called as she sped past in her heels, a few files held in her hands. Morgan shot her a look, but she just smiled and disappeared into the cave she called an office.

JJ raised her eyebrows and turned to question Morgan, but he slipped into the elevator and left with a teasing grin and wave. “See ya.”

By the time he got home, he had almost managed to forget about his impromptu text to Spencer, when his phone suddenly buzzed. He took a glance and felt his heart melt a little at the response he received.

[12:18 am]

throughthe_Reids: Oh, hey. I heard vaguely from Penelope, hence my lack of messages throughout the day. I didn’t want to interrupt your train of thought.

[12:18 am]

throughthe_Reids: But I’m glad it seems to have gone well. At least you’re back in one piece. I’m assuming. You aren’t hurt, are you?

Morgan felt a smile pulling at his lips. Aw, Spence was worried about me.

[12:19 am]

De-reel_Morgan: I’m fine, and so is the rest of my team, thankfully. Things went better than expected this time around.

[12:19 am]

throughthe_Reids: That’s good. I’m glad.

[12:19 am]

throughthe_Reids: I’m not sure what I would’ve done if you said otherwise. I mean, to like visit and stuff. Because yeah.

[12:20 am]

throughthe_Reids: But I’m sure you meant that physically, not necessarily emotionally. If you want to talk, just say the word.

Why is everyone and their mom bombarding me about my feelings? Morgan couldn’t help but laugh a little. But with Spencer worrying, he found that the feeling wasn’t too bad or overwhelming. Though, I don’t want to make him worry too much.

[12:21 am]

De-reel_Morgan: I could be better, but it's nothing serious. So don’t worry your pretty little head, alright?

Ah, maybe he shouldn’t have said that. He was trying hard not to be as forward as he usually is, and he didn’t even know what the guy looked like. As he sat there in tense silence, his phone eventually buzzed again.

[12:25 am]

throughthe_Reids: I don’t know about pretty, but alright.

[12:26 am]

throughthe_Reids: In any case, if you don’t want to talk, may I offer a distraction? I find they help a little when you don’t feel like confronting your emotions and such.

[12:26 am]

De-reel_Morgan: Yes. Please. Anything.

[12:27 am]

throughthe_Reids: You might regret saying ‘anything’. But you need to watch Doctor Who. I’d say start with the 2005 version of Doctor Who, since we both know you don’t have the time (or motivation most likely) to watch the 1963 version.

[12:28 am]

De-reel_Morgan: And you think I’ll like it?

[12:28 am]

throughthe_Reids: Well, I’d hope so. And if you don’t, then consider it a way of getting to know me.

[12:29 am]

De-reel_Morgan: Then it sounds like it’s worth it. Thanks, Spence.

[12:32 am]

throughthe_Reids: Yeah, no problem.

[12:33 am]

throughthe_Reids: Also, if you ever get stuck on any of your cases, I’m often a consultant for the local police department, so maybe I can be of some help.

[12:34 am]

throughthe_Reids: Just something to keep in mind. Don’t feel pressured to mention anything about the cases to me if you don’t want to.

[12:35 am]

De-reel_Morgan: Don’t worry, Spence. And I’ll keep it in mind, thanks.

[12:36 am]

De-reel_Morgan: Anyway, I’m gonna go start watching this show. I think you should get some rest. I’m sure you had a busy day. And you were up late watching Doctor Who.

[12:37 am]

throughthe_Reids: Aw, you caught me.

[12:38 am]

throughthe_Reids: Fine. I’ll go to bed, just for you.

[12:39 am]

throughthe_Reids: I hope you enjoy it! Good night, Derek. Don’t follow my example and go to sleep sooner rather than later.

[12:40 am]

De-reel_Morgan: I make no promises. Night, Spence.

Morgan laid back on his bed, quickly finding and watching the first few episodes of Doctor Who (the 2005 version because he did not have the patience for 1963). Even though he read the description, it wasn’t what he was expecting, but he can say he enjoyed it.

Before he knew it, it was almost four in the morning, and Morgan decided to call it for the night. As he slowly slipped into sleep, he realized that maybe he was interested in Spencer. Just a little. But he wouldn’t admit it to Garcia. Not yet.