#holy fuck we’re at 2k

[desperatecheesecubes]

This man is so delighted to see misfortune fall upon his enemies

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Vienna. One.

Everything is the same. Nothing has changed. Everything has changed. Nothing is the same.

pairing - carmen berzatto x reader

warnings - cursing. references to mikey’s death.

word count - 2k

authors note - strap in, this one’s gonna be a rollercoaster!! can’t wait to get into this a little more. I love this show, and we’re gonna have so much fun getting lost in that world. this series is going to make you laugh, cry, scream, and want to throw your phone at my head. get ready <3

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

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home (hōm) - the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.

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Everything is the same. Nothing has changed. Everything has changed. Nothing is the same.

You’ve been staring at the outside of the building for fifteen minutes.

It looks so different that you had to check the street sign, ensuring you are where you thought you were.

The Bear.

It was The Beef, the last time you were here. Stood in this very spot, tears dripping down your face, you bid farewell to the life you once knew.

Now you’re back.

It looks slick, professional, high end. It’s all polished glass and sharp edges, a drastic contrast from what once stood here.

You wonder what Michael would think.

The thought sends a pang of sadness through your heart, which you shake off as quickly as possible. Today should be a happy day, you remind yourself. Emphasis on should.

You take a deep breath and try the door of the restaurant, surprised when you find it unlocked. Walking inside, you have to stop and take in what’s in front of you.

No more sticky floors or peeling paint or arcade machines. No more flickering lights or red pleather booths or plastic cutlery.

The restaurant you’re currently stood in is slick, spotlessly clean, perfectly laid out. It’s like something out of a magazine. You’re in shock, bewildered by the transformation.

“Holy shit.”

The kitchen door has swung open, and across from you stands Richie Jerimovich.

“Am I hallucinating, or what?”

You laugh, and before you know it, he’s striding towards you, throwing his arms out for you to jump into. He wraps you in a bear hug, spinning you in circles like when you were a kid. You’re dizzy when he puts you down, his hand grabbing your shoulder to steady you on your feet.

“You hallucinate often these days, old man?”

“Old man,” he scoffs. “Yeah fuckin’ right. Do I look old to you?”

“You want me to answer that?”

He shoves you playfully, shaking his head.

“Thought I was seeing ghosts when I saw you stood in here.”

“If anyone’s hallucinating, it’s me. How… how did you do this? It’s like a whole new restaurant, Cousin.”

“Pretty cool, huh?”

“Really cool. I think I stood and stared at the sign outside for like twenty minutes. Seriously.”

He throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in.

“He’d have liked it, right?”

You can hear the slight waver in his voice, well disguised insecurity peeking through.

“He’d have fucking loved it, Richie.”

He presses a kiss into your hair, bumping your hip with his affectionately.

“So what, you’re like, a big boss here now?”

“I’m in charge of front of house, actually. I’ve been professionally trained and shit. Oh, guess what?”

“What?”

“I wear suits now. Every night.”

“You’re kidding. Bet you wear them well, too,” you tease, laughing when he kicks your foot with his. “You always scrubbed up well.”

“You gotta see it for yourself. We’ll make you up a table tonight, get you to try everything.”

“Oh, no, it’s okay. I’m not gonna put you guys out like that.”

“Vi, you’re not putting us out. And you and I both know Carmen isn’t going to take no for an answer.”

Your heart skips a beat at the very mention of his name.

“I just don’t want to be an inconvenience.”

“Babe,” he practically whines, pulling you into him, “you are never an inconvenience. For any of us.”

“Okay, okay,” you relent, resting your head on his arm. “I can’t wait.”

Richie grins, excitement vibrating off him.

“Okay, let me look at you. You look good, Vi!”

You mock a twirl, spinning with a curtsy for good measure.

“I like your hair like this,” he compliments, plucking at a strand. “Suits you.”

“Thanks, Casanova,” you laugh. “How’s Eva?”

“Oh, she’s good. So good. Did you see all the pictures I posted from the Taylor Swift concert? I’m officially the best dad in the world.”

“I did, and they were the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s so big, now. Can’t wait to see her soon.”

“I’m sure she’ll be excited to see you. Cousin tells her stories about you all the time.”

“…he does?”

“Are you kidding? Of course he does. Sugar does too.”

A cool sense of relief washes over you. It’s nice to know that they haven’t forgotten about you, as stupid as it sounds. There’s something comforting about knowing they still talk about you, even when you’re gone.

He plants a kiss on the crown of your head as the kitchen door flies open once again. Marcus, Tina and Ebra file in, along with a girl you’ve never met before. They’re looking at you with curious expressions on their faces when you hear it.

“Does anyone know where the fuck I put my good knife?”

When he doesn’t get an answer, he strides into the restaurant, stopping in his tracks at the sight of you at Richie’s side.

He tries to speak, but he can’t.

Instead, he practically runs across the room, wrapping his arms around you as your feet leave the floor.

You bury your head into the crook of his neck, breathing in the smell of home that you’ve missed so much. He’s murmuring into your ear, but you can’t for the life of you work out what he’s saying. It’s all low and slow, careful to not be overheard. You tangle your fingers into the hair at the back of his head, nudging his face back into your shoulder. He presses a gentle kiss to your skin, which sends a shiver down your spine that you’re praying he doesn’t notice.

Eventually, after what feels like hours, he pulls away to look at you. His hands are on your waist as if they belong there, as yours cradle his face.

“You’re home.”

He breathes it, as if he can’t quite catch a lungful of air.

“I’m home,” you say, sweeping your thumbs across his cheekbones. “You’re home.”

“I’m home.”

You’re completely unaware of the group of people watching you. They all know they should tear their eyes away, but they can’t seem to. It’s new, seeing Carmy like this with someone. They’re all wondering what the hell has happened.

“Fuck, I missed you.”

“I missed you,” he laughs, pulling you back in for another hug.

Pressing a kiss into your hair, he rocks you slightly, as if you’re both completely thrown off balance by the presence of the other.

You step back, giving him a once over.

“I like your tattoos, Carmen. Very hipster.”

“Shut up,” he chuckles, shoving you lightly. You shove him right back, both of you grinning like idiots.

His eyes flicker up, catching Sydney’s gaze. She looks completely bewildered, and a little uncomfortable. Carmy tugs you into his side, turning to face the crowd.

“Syd, this is Vienna. Vienna, Sydney. The rest of you guys know her.”

They all smile, meeting you in the middle for hugs and hellos. You hold your arms out to Sydney, who steps into them somewhat apprehensively, giving you a quick squeeze.

“My name isn’t actually Vienna, but it’s been a nickname for as long as I can remember. So you can call me Vienna, or Vi, or Enna. I get them all.”

She nods, visibly still a little confused. The door swings open one last time, and out walks Natalie.

“Oh my God!”

You give her a careful hug, on account of the bump she’s sporting.

“Oh, you look so beautiful, Sugar. You’re glowing!”

“It’s sweat from the kitchen babe, I swear.”

The blonde sits down at a table, and you join her, eager to catch up with one of your oldest girl friends. As you do, Sydney and Carmy reconvene a distance away.

“She’s pretty.”

“Yeah, she is.”

Carmen’s watching you as you talk to his sister, as if he’s worried you’ll bolt out the door at any given moment.

“Your… girlfriend?”

“Oh, no,” he’s suddenly a little flustered, hand scratching the back of his neck. “Best friend. We’ve known each other forever. Literally. Our mom’s had us a day apart. We were neighbours, grew up on the same street.”

“Ah. And she’s been away?”

“For a long time. Think it’s about five years, maybe more. I went to culinary school, she went to art school, both ended up living in different places.”

“Did you know she was coming back?”

“Jesus, Syd, is this twenty fuckin’ questions?”

“Sorry,” she says sheepishly, fiddling with the end of her braid. “You just seemed surprised to see her.”

“Yeah. I was. Had no idea she was back in town.”

“Did you guys keep in touch?”

He gives a look that says really?, but answers the question anyway.

“Not as much as we should have. It’s hard, being so far apart. We saw each other a few times, texted and called when we could. But it’s not the same.”

He glances in your direction to find you laughing with Natalie, a delicate hand placed on her growing stomach. Nat looks happy, carefree, like the young girl she once was. You seem to have that effect on people.

Richie pulls out a chair next to the pair, knocking into Carmy’s shoulder as he sits down.

“Told Vi we’d give her a table here tonight, so she can try everything. You should join her, catch up.”

Carmy reacts as if it’s the stupidest idea he’s ever heard, so Richie continues quickly.

“We need to be able to run this shit without you. One evening with you dining instead of cookin’ won’t hurt.”

“We’ve done it before,” Sydney adds, alluding to that fateful opening night. Richie snickers. Carmy doesn’t.

“And you’ll be here, it’s not like you’re a thousand miles away. We’ll come out and get you if we need help, Cousin.”

Carmy’s known his answer since the very first second Richie asked the question, but he’s trying to play it cool. He doesn’t want to give away just quite how excited the thought of an entire evening with you makes him.

“Fine.”

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You and Sugar have ended up practically on each others laps at your table, whispering and giggling like old times. She’s telling you a story about something funny Pete said when you look over at Carmy, to find him already staring at you.

Your heart skips a beat as you catch his eyes, smiling gently at the fact he refuses to look away. He’s so timid with everyone else, so worried about what people think of him. He’s never as bold as when he’s with you.

You wink at him, quick and cheeky, and heat blooms across his cheeks instantly. He winks right back, stifling a grin by biting at his lip.

“You never told him, did you?”

Nat’s watching the two of you intently, gaze flicking back and forth between her brother and his childhood best friend.

You take a deep breath. And then another.

“No.”

“Vienna.”

Her tone is stern, almost scolding, and you suddenly feel sorry for the child who’s going to be on the receiving end of it one day soon.

“I couldn’t do it.”

She grabs your hand, resting them both in her lap.

“Secrets like that eat people alive, Vi.”

You squeeze her hand before dropping it, desperate for the conversation to be over.

“It’s fine. I’m fine. I’ll tell him when the time is right.”

“The time is never right when it comes to Carmen. You and I both know this.”

You refuse to admit she’s right, even though deep down, you know she is absolutely is.

“You haven’t told him? Richie hasn’t either?”

“It’s not our place to tell him. You have to be the one to do it.”

You inhale carefully, risking a look over to where Carmy is stood up, pointing at a table in the corner of the restaurant. He’s clearly in Chef Mode, both him and Sydney speaking in a language you can’t even begin to understand.

He catches your eye and smiles, all bright and bashful, before resuming what he was saying.

You don’t want to hurt him.

You think it might be inevitable.

Everything is the same. Nothing has changed. Everything has changed. Nothing is the same.

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[elvensorceress]

idk I get incredibly angry at homophobes being cast on my gay shows. anybody want the start of my fic where Eddie dumps her bigoted ass and then has a gay ole sexy time with his husband and his husband's new boyfriend? because here. you can have. it's cathartic 💕

test drive - 2K, BuckTommy, BuckEddieTommy, Buddie endgame forever / Explicit

The restaurant is dimly lit in a way that might be classy and romantic, but Tommy’s hand is also on Buck’s thigh. And he’s having a lot of very not-classy, not even very romantic sorts of thoughts. Everything is far more along the lines of, he could put his hand on my dick, and I know what his cock feels like down my throat, and why are we here in a public place when we could be back at my loft taking turns fucking each other until we’re both a mess of cum and lube and sweat and sexy bruises and love bites? Because all of that is way more appealing than what they are sitting here, waiting to do. 

If it were just one of their dates, it’d be great. Those are fantastic. Tommy likes to pick him up and take him to nice places and he smiles in a really, really soft cute way that also has an air of, I am going to fuck you until you scream and you will love every second. And holy fucking god, does Buck love every second. 

Bisexuality, man. Who knew? 

It’s so fantastic. It’s so different? Or maybe it’s just that Tommy is different because he’s ridiculously cool and hot and Buck always really liked when someone knew what they wanted and would take the lead and he could do everything in his power to please them and make them feel good. Confidence is infinitely sexy and competence even more so. And Tommy has all of that in spades. 

And Buck loves men. Buck really loves men. It makes so much sense and how had he never even considered? Maybe he considered but he sure as hell never realized wanting a man and being attracted to a man was something that fit so well. Fuck, it fits so well. 

Maybe he could even end up with a man someday? Maybe he could marry a man and have a relationship that is like this all the time for the rest of his life? Not that he doesn’t like women still. Women are great. People who don’t identify as either or they identify as both or however they choose— they’re great, too. 

Everyone is hot and Evan Buckley is very bisexual, and it just might be one of the greatest revelations he’s ever had. 

He’s just really, really enjoying being with a man right now. 

He is not, however, enjoying the thought of this dinner. Everything about this dinner makes his stomach a washing machine of anxiety. For no reason. He doesn’t know why. There’s nothing wrong with it. 

Why wouldn’t he and his boyfriend go on a double date with his best friend who is their mutual friend, and his best friend’s girlfriend. What is wrong with that? It’s fine. Should be— fun? 

Shouldn’t be a bad taste in his mouth that the wine still hasn’t gotten rid of and roiling in his stomach that is really killing his appetite. But it very much is. 

Tommy squeezes Buck’s thigh and rubs it in a way that surely is supposed to be comforting. But it makes Buck want to drag him out of this restaurant and back to the loft where he can show Tommy how good he is at fucking him now. Not just because it would be a thousand times better than the prospect of this dinner. The bar is so low on the ground, it’s buried at this point. But also because sex with his new boyfriend is better than— actually, Buck is having a hard time thinking of anything that is better right now. 

Very hard time. 

They’ve been practicing. Everything. Blowjobs, fucking, fingering, ball massages, prostate milking, rimming— all sorts of really fun things Buck never even imagined could feel so good. Not that he was oblivious to a lot of it. He has toys. His ex was into pegging. Buck might have been unaware of how intense and gay— well, bi. He’s bi now. Buck is bi now. Probably always was but he knows it now. He’s bisexual.— his attraction to men could be. But he was not unaware of sexual acts that feel good to his body. 

But it’s totally different with a real man and a real cock and being manhandled by someone who might actually be bigger and stronger than you is really fucking hot. 

He checks his watch again and it’s already 7:28. They’re almost half an hour late. Which is so not like Eddie. He’s not sure if Marisol is like that but he knows for sure Eddie is either fifteen minutes early for everything or he texts if there is a problem. Even then, he’s only ever a few minutes late. If that. And last Buck checked, there were no new messages on his phone. 

He checks again, and still nothing. Not even to Buck’s message of, hey u ok? u on the way? He frowns and sets his phone back on the table and turns to Tommy. “How long before I’m allowed to be really worried?”

Tommy gives him an amused smile. “You can be worried.”

“How long before we need to bother Athena? Ten more minutes? Five? Sh-should I bother Athena now?”

Tommy’s eyebrows scrunch and he looks at Buck like he’s crazy. Okay, it’s probably crazy. Just. He’s worried? That must be the churning in his stomach. “I’m sure Eddie’s fine. It hasn’t been that long. And he’s Eddie.”

Yeah. Yeah, he’s Eddie. But Eddie was also shot downtown in the middle of broad daylight and nearly bled out all over, and there’s not much anyone can do even if they are trained in hand to hand combat and self-defense and those kinds of things. Not many ways to defend against a sniper round that shouldn’t even be a thing. 

Not that Buck is thinking about that. Ever. 

He’s just turning into a washing machine over this dinner. That’s all. 

Five minutes later, some of it finally eases when Eddie finally shows up and sits down across from them. Alone. 

Alone?

“Sorry, guys,” Eddie runs a hand through his hair and breathes like he’s run a hundred miles. He’s hardly been looking distressed at all lately. He’s been glowing smiles and pretty laughs. Not pretty. Nice? Good? Good that he’s so much happier and at peace. 

But he’s not that now. 

“I would’ve—” Eddie checks his own watch, one that was a Christmas present that Buck had engraved with, all the time you need, and must realize how late he actually is. “Fuck. Sorry. Really sorry. I’ll buy? Unless you’ve already eaten and paid and are about to leave.” 

Tommy shakes his head and has that nice smile that’s so reassuring. “We haven’t. Don’t worry about it.”

“We were waiting,” Buck adds and itches to ask him what’s wrong, why he’s late, why he looks— like he isn’t okay. 

“Great.” Eddie nods tersely and it sounds anything but great. “They got anything stronger than wine and cocktails here? Because—” He doesn’t say. But he does make a face the conveys everything. 

“Doubt it,” Tommy says. “But we can get something somewhere else. Is Mar— Mari?”

“Marisol,” Buck supplies. Not that it matters. Not that he cares. Is he supposed to care? There’s nothing wrong with her. She’s fine. 

“Right,” Tommy says, which should say everything. Eddie’s been hanging out with Tommy for months, Buck’s been with Tommy for months, and Tommy is pretty damn good at remembering people’s names. “Marisol. Is she still on the way?”

Eddie’s jaw gets very tight. “No. We’re done.” 

Tommy looks at Buck and Buck looks at Tommy. They’re done? They broke up? Not that it’s particularly surprising. Part of the curse of dating someone you met on a call. Gotta be. Also the whole thing where Eddie has some kind of commitment issues or something because as soon as he gets a girlfriend, he has to spend all his time doing anything besides being with said girlfriend.

“So, drinking?” Tommy says. 

Buck pushes his wine glass across the table. They usually share when they eat together. Drinks, food, anything. And he’s happy to offer it to the cause. 

“Yes, drinking.” Eddie takes Buck’s wine and downs all of it. 

Eddie’s single again. Marisol isn’t coming to dinner and she’s not part of their lives any longer. Not that Buck has a problem with her. She’s fine. She was nothing really. That wasn’t going to last. Eddie likes the idea of being with someone. So he says. He’s allergic to actually having a relationship for some reason. 

The washing machine in Buck’s stomach disappears though. Which is so much better. Now, it’s just Buck hanging out with his best friend and his boyfriend. 

Maybe there’s a little washing machine. It’s nothing though. 

They order food and drinks, and Eddie only goes through a couple shots and three glasses of wine and one beer. But he eats and also drinks water and doesn’t seem inebriated at all. So, they focus on the meal and Tommy’s latest work stories of helicopter rescues. 

It’s not until after Buck discreetly hands their waiter his credit card before they’re actually brought the bill, that Eddie actually starts talking.

“I kind of fucked up. Didn’t mean to. I owe you an apology,” he says and looks at Buck with worlds of regret and sorrow. 

Whatever it is, Buck forgives him. He’s sure he’s done far worse than whatever it is. “Why? What, uh, what happened?”

Eddie doesn’t look at him. Or Tommy. He does shake his head but not like he’s saying no. More like he’s disgusted. “I let it slip that you two are— that you’re. Dating. Together. Boyfriends? Do you call each other that? Are you boyf— never mind, I let it slip. I’m sorry. That was my bad. Not my secret to tell.”

Tommy looks scrunched and confused again and Buck— he doesn’t understand what the problem is? No, he hasn’t told many people yet. But it’s not a secret that he and Tommy are together. 

“Eds,” Buck says and immediately thinks he probably shouldn’t have called him that. He doesn’t know why. But he shouldn’t. “It’s fine. I’m not— It’s not a secret. I’m not hiding. Or— or in the closet? I’m out. Now. I’m bi and—” And he’s really happy about that. He really loves it. He’s bisexual. He loves women and men and whoever regardless of gender. And holy shit, does he love men right now. He really, really loves being with a man. He looks to his side and grins brightly at Tommy. “And I’m not ashamed or embarrassed that Tommy and I are together.”

There’s a cute half smile that curves the side of Tommy’s mouth and Buck so wants to kiss him. And do all sorts of other things with him. 

“Well. Good.” Eddie taps his finger on an empty shot glass like he’s contemplating ordering another. “Still. Didn’t go well. Didn’t mean to out you like that.”

“Didn’t go well?” Tommy asks. “Saying that Evan and I are dating didn’t go well?”

Eddie purses his lips and does a slow, exaggerated shake of his head. “Nope. But at least I learned that now. Has the waiter brought our check yet? Because I’m just going to drink more if I don’t head out soon. Not that I’m sad about her or anything. I’m pissed. You think you know someone, and no. No, she’s a raging homophobe.”

She— oh. Oh, that’s what happened. “She broke up with you because we’re gay? Bi and gay? Or— you know what I mean.” Is Tommy gay? Or bi? Or something else? Buck hasn’t actually asked what label he uses. How he qualifies his sexuality. He felt weird asking. It’s so personal. Is he supposed to ask? All he knows is that Tommy was into him. Tommy kissed him and it was breathtaking, incredible, magnificent and changed Buck’s whole life. He didn’t really think anything beyond that. Couldn’t really think beyond that. 

Eddie definitively points at himself and then at phantom nothingness. “I dumped her. Because I said this was a double date with you guys and she said, well not really, and I said, no really. It’s a double date. Her and me and both of you. Double date. Except not her. Ever. Anymore. Because she had to go off about how it was wrong and made her uncomfortable and I ‘let both of you be alone with Christopher?’ And it couldn’t possibly be a date like me and her would go on a date because she’s a woman and I’m a man and that was normal. But you two are both men. Both muscular, powerful, masculine, manly firemen type men— so it could never be the same especially because neither one of you are flamey or girly or whatever, so it could never work, the two of you since neither one of you is ‘The Girl.’ Which is all bullshit. By the way. Obviously. And,” he finally stops and breathes, and there’s a hard swallow in his throat and his eyes are distant and his whole body is strung tight and if he could breathe fire? He probably would. Holy shit, he’s pissed off. Buck isn’t even sure he’s ever seen Eddie this angry at anyone who hasn’t hurt someone he loves. 

Although. Technically she did? Not hurt per se, Buck doesn’t give a shit about what she thinks of him. But she was insulting them. So. Yeah, okay, of course fiercely protective Eddie would be angry. 

“And anyway,” Eddie says, still never quite looking at Buck or even at Tommy. Never quite focusing on them. “That’s how I’m single and back on the market again.” He smiles a wide, bitter, snarky kind of smile, and steals the half-full beer glass in front of Buck and downs it in one gulp. 

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[darkeralmond]

TYSM FOR THE REQUEST BABES I FINALLY GOT IT!!

Hopper’s Cove

Jeremiah Fisher x fem! Reader

synopsis: nicole leaves you and your friends in hopper’s cove after conrad texts belly someone romantic. you call jeremiah to pick you up and help which leads to something more.

warnings: 18+, smut, p in v, praising kink, making out, nipple play

word count: 2k

a/n: TYSM FOR THE REQUEST!! i’m so excited for speak now tv… ONLY A COUPLE DAYS!!!

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A pair of car headlights shined on Taylor, Belly, and you as it pulled out of Hopper’s Cove. “What the fuck?” you yelled as you watched the car drive away, leaving the three of you stranded while naked in the lake.

Taylor swam over to the dock and pulled herself up. “They took everything!” She looked back at you and Belly with a look of distress on her face.

“What?!” Belly and you yelled in sync before swimming toward Taylor. You pulled yourself up and saw all your clothes were gone.

“The only thing they left was your phone,” Taylor said to Belly. She read the text plastered on the screen from Conrad which really incriminated Belly. Belly couldn’t help but crack a smile while Taylor read the semi-romantic text. “Belly! Focus!” Taylor hit her, causing Belly to snap out of whatever trance she was stuck in.

You thought about a solution while your friends argued. You knew there was one person to call and that was your best friend. “We have to call Jeremiah… and Conrad,” you said Conrad’s name like it was an afterthought. “They need to bring us our stuff.” You got your wet hair out of your face by tucking it behind your ear.

“No, I don’t want to start any more drama with Conrad.” Belly shook her head and frowned.

Taylor scoffed, “That doesn’t matter, Belly. We need to get our stuff back so we don’t get hypothermia.”

Belly continued to argue with Taylor about it, but you had already grabbed your phone and dialed Jeremiah’s number. He answered quickly, “Hello?” There was loud house party music blaring in the background.

“Jeremiah?” you said, your voice a bit shaky. “Nicole and her friends just left us in Hopper’s Cove while we were skinny dipping and she took all our shit.”

“Like what?” Jeremiah replied, obviously confused and concerned by the story you just gave him. “Are you okay? Who’s with you?”

“She took our clothes! I’m with Taylor and Belly.” You looked over at the two girls who listened intently. “Please hurry with our stuff.”

“I’m on the way,” Jeremiah said before hanging up. You put the phone down and looked over at the girls.

“He’s heading over,” you said, nodding at the girls. Taylor had a look of relief on her face while Belly still looked worried.

Jeremiah and Conrad’s cars pulled up to the cove, their headlights spotlighting you. “Y/N!” Jeremiah yelled as he sprung out of his car and ran toward you guys. “Holy shit, are you okay? What happened?” He leaned down to your level.

You shook your head. “Too much to explain right now.” He frowned as he stared into your eyes, your glossy eyes. It made him feel sick.

“Nicole gave me these,” Conrad said as he placed the clothes on the deck.

Taylor squinted her eyes and glared at Conrad. “We wouldn’t have been in this mess if you had just left Belly alone.” He didn’t say anything after that, he just frowned and stepped away. “Can you two turn around?”

Taylor’s words pulled Jere away from the intense eye contact between you two. “Yeah, of course!” he said, immediately getting up from his spot and turned away with Conrad.

The three of you got out of the pool and threw on your clothes. The dry cloth stuck to your wet body as you put on your shorts and shirt. Once the other girls finished, you said, “Okay. We’re good.”

They turned back around, now acting really awkward. Jeremiah cleared his throat and approached you. “How’s the driving situation gonna go?” he asked.

“Uh,” Belly spoke up. “We could ride with Conrad.” She glanced over at Taylor when she said that. Taylor glared at Belly when she said that, obviously not wanting to go. Belly muttered something to her which caused Taylor to roll her eyes and agree.

You looked up at Jere and smiled softly, “I can ride with you… if that’s fine with you.”

He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into a side hug. “Of course it’s fine.” He pulled away and looked up at Conrad, Taylor, and Belly. “We’ll meet you guys at the house.”

The group of three got in Conrad’s car and drove off while you and Jeremiah hopped into his car. He leaned back against the seat before looking over at you with a soft expression. “Now can you tell me what happened?” he asked.

You cleared your throat and let out a small hum. “Uh, yeah.” Your eyes trailed away from his. You couldn’t keep eye contact with him, it was nearly impossible.

Moments like these made you feel like you were incredibly vulnerable. Like any small move could really mess up this entire friendship between you two.

You cleared your throat, focusing on the lake in front of you. “Conrad texted Belly about how he really wanted to ask her to the deb ball and not only because Susannah told him to.” You looked back at him and frowned.

He let out a scoff and looked off to the lake as well. “Sounds like Connie,” he responded. He ran his fingers through his blonde curls and looked back at you. “So she took all your stuff because of that?”

You nodded your head and let out a small exhale, “It’s stupid. I didn’t expect her to be such a snake.” This won a laugh out of him which made a smile grow on your face. “Thank you for coming.” You looked down at your lap where you fiddled with your thumbs.

“Why wouldn’t I come?” he asked. “You’ll always have me.”

This sent a chill down your spine as you perked your head up. The way he said this sounded different than the other times he did. “What do you mean?” you asked. You didn’t know what made this feel different than the other times before.

His expression turned into a shocked one, you swore you could’ve seen his face dusted with blush. “Oh, well…” he started. “You know… I care about you a lot and… yeah!”

A smile played on your lips as you furrowed your eyebrows. “Jeremiah Fisher, are you blushing?”

He rolled his eyes and looked away. “Shut up!” he laughed. “Yes, I am.” He looked back at you and smiled softly. You met his gaze, listening to the loud pounding of your heart in your ear. “Y/N,” he said, “I really like you. Like… I love you.”

Your eyes widened as your mouth dropped open slightly. His confession caught you completely off guard. Jeremiah loved you? Was he serious? “Really?”

“Definitely,” he said as he reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. A warm feeling crept through your veins and onto your cheeks. Now you were the one blushing.

“Jeremiah, I…” You closed your mouth and looked down at your hands as you rubbed circles onto his hand with your thumb. After taking a deep breath you turned back up to him with wide eyes and spoke very quietly. “Me too. I like you too.” Your cheeks flushed and you smiled a bright smile.

A smile spread on his face as he leaned over to place a kiss on your lips. You kissed him back, your eyes fluttering shut. His lips tasted so sweet and you were giddy at the sensation.

His hand left yours and made its way down to your upper thigh. You broke away from the kiss out of shock before glancing down at his hand back to his eyes.

In the heat of the moment, you couldn’t stop yourself from saying, “Jeremiah. I want you to be my first.” His blue eyes pulled that out of you, and you were a bit embarrassed.

His eyebrows raised as his eyes widened. “Your first…?” He blinked a couple times in disbelief. “You mean…?”

You nodded your head. “Yes.” You grabbed his hand off your thigh and gripped onto it tightly. “Please?” you begged. You batted your eyelashes playfully as you stared into his eyes. You waited for his answer as he processed everything.

Slowly but surely, his face turned a deeper shade of red. He seemed hesitant to say yes to you, but eventually he did. “Okay.”

You nodded your head. “Okay.” You placed another kiss on his lips, this one more heated and passionate. You unbuckle your seatbelt while your lips continue to stay locked with his. You pulled away and crawled over the seat as he leaned back in the driver seat.

You straddled his lap and looked down at him, your hands now rested on his upper chest. He glanced down at your shirt before pulling his shirt off. You followed him and revealed your white bralette.

He stared at your body in awe, his hands slowly coming up to grope your breasts. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” This caused your face to turn a deep shade of red as he snaked his hands around your back and unclasped the bra.

Your nipples hardened as his fingers grazed against your cool, damp skin. He placed kisses on your body before locking his lips around one of your nipples.

A quiet moan escaped from you as you tilted your head to the side. His hands trailed down to your lower back as he placed kisses on your boobs. “Jeremiah.” You mewled, grabbing his hair gently. He moaned into your skin when he heard you speak his name.

“You sound so sexy when you say my name,” he mumbled. You shook your head and giggled lightly as he sucked on your right nipple.

He gave quick licks against your bud which drove you mad, but it wasn’t enough for you. “Jere,” you whimpered. “Stop teasing!”

“But you sound so sexy when you say my name…” he whispered, kissing the tip of your right breast. You bit your bottom lip and clenched your fists in his blonde locks. “Hurry up, Jeremiah.”

He giggled at your whines, but gave into your requests. He pulled away and unbuckled his belt, sliding his pants and boxers down just enough for him to palm his dick in his hand. You slid down your shorts and panties, looking at him with anticipation. “Are you on anything?” he asked.

You nodded your head, “Plan B.”

“Okay,” he answered and looked down at his erection. “You ready?” he asked softly.

“God, yes. Yes, please,” you replied.

With a smirk on his face, he aligned himself with your entrance. He inserted himself inside you, causing a gasp to fall from your lips. You rocked your hips back and forth at a steady pace.

He groaned at your movement, his hands held onto your hips to guide you. “Fuck, Y/N. You feel so good. So perfect…”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you moved your hips faster against him. You held back a small moan as a tightness began forming in your core. As quickly as it came, the pain disappeared, leaving behind a warm feeling instead.

You opened your eyes and focused them on Jeremiah. He had his eyes closed with a satisfied look etched across his features. His breaths were heavy, he didn’t hesitate to pull his pants down, he must’ve been really turned on.

Your movements began slowing down. Your hips still moved rhythmically to give him an amazing time. He groaned at how close he felt you getting to your orgasm. He tightened his grip on your hips. “Just cum, Y/N. Come on.”

Your eyes rolled back as you released a high pitched moan. Your muscles tensed up as you squeezed your eyes shut tighter than before. You had never felt more pleasure in your life as you came.

You opened your eyes again once you felt the last drop fall. Your eyes went wide and you let out a soft gasp. “Holy fuck, Jeremiah…”

He smirked before placing his forehead against yours. “You did so good,” he grinned.

He brought both of his hands up to your face, cupping both of your cheeks. Before he pressed his lips against yours quickly.

When he pulled away, he asked, “You ready to go? Conrad and them are probably worried we died or something.”

“Yeah,” you giggled. You got off him and sat back down in the passenger seat. You checked your phone and saw that Belly and Taylor had been blowing up your phone.

[rafeyscurtainbangs]

Mile High Club - Rafe Cameron One Shot

+18 Minor DNI

Older!Rafe x SugarBaby!Reader

⭐️ republished ⭐️ <- my first drop 😭

+18 Minor DNI

🪄 warnings: SMUT, Sex on a PJ, lots of pet names, lovey Rafe, takes out his phone and records that sh!t, unprotected p in v, what’s a plot

📖 Rafe takes you on the his Private Jet

✨ You take a little breath as his fingers glide along your clothed slit. Rafe ghost circles on top of the delicate material. “And this fuckin’ pussy, baby.” You feel him smile against your lips as he touches your wetness. “I can’t get enough.” ✨

2K

Reader’s POV:

“Get over here,” he growls playfully, reaching for you and tugging you over. You giggle delightedly as you climb on, taking a seat on his lap. Rafe’s hands impatiently wrap around your waist. The next moment, his lips are on yours, kissing you deeply, tongues rolling slow.

“I love you, baby.” He hums, kissing you one last time before throwing his head back. “We’re alone. Isn’t it fucking nice?”

“So nice,” you whisper, lips greeting his skin, kissing him softly as you work up to his ear. Rafe’s strong hands skim lower, circling your ass before squeezing it. “So, Rafey…”

“Mmm… Y/N.”

“How private is this jet?”

He lets out an unholy chuckle, seizing your hips, drawing your body flush with his. “Very, very private, Y/N. What do you have in mind?”

You walk over to your weekend bag, grabbing a few things. “Hold onto these?” You walk over to him slowly, resting the cuffs in his hands. “Do you want to use these now or-”

“Is that even a question,” he cuts you off, a sinful smirk licked on his perfect lips as he pulls one side open with ease. His eyes flick to yours, making your heart skip a beat—icy blue, brimming with lust.

Rafe rises from his seat, body clashing with yours, hands working into your hair. His kiss is deep, tongue slipping through your lips again as he uses his grip to draw you even closer.

“I’m so addicted to you, Y/N…” His hand brushes your thigh, toiling higher, disappearing under your dress. You feel yourself start to throb. “Your voice; this fuckin’ body…” he groans.

You take a little breath as his fingers glide along your clothed slit. Rafe ghost circles on top of the delicate material. “And this fuckin’ pussy, baby.” You feel him smile against your lips as he touches your wetness. “I can’t get enough.”

“Fuck,” you whimper against his plush lips. Rafe bites down, giving yours a soft tug.

“Are you gonna let me fuck you anyway I want?” He groans.

“Any way you want – I’m all yours, Rafe.”

“I can’t wait to please you all weekend, Y/N… I want you to feel me next week.”

“Use me.”

He chuckles, darkly. “Hurry up, baby.”

You pluck out a pair of blood-red stockings, rolling them on, red lace trim, clutching your thighs. Eyeing yourself in the mirror, you take one last glimpse at your body, adorned in a mess of rouge lace and straps.

Shit. He’s going to lose his mind. Heels? He’d love that. You step into the black glossy pumps, feeling your excitement bubble over.

Roaming into the cabin, the lights are drawn low again, soft music plays, setting the perfect ambiance. Rafe turns, his gape greeting yours, sprawled back in the chair. “Holy fuck,” he mumbles, eyes rolling back, hastily moving to his feet.

He studies your body as he strolls toward you—nothing on his muscular frame but a pair of white boxer briefs. You study him as well, his hair drawn back, showing off his chiseled jaw. He wets his pouty bottom lip, eyes meeting yours again.

“I love you… Y/N. So fucking much.”

“I love you too, Rafe.”

His rough hands take a grip on your hips, pulling you nearer. He rests his forehead against yours, breathing softly with you. “I have never wanted anything as much as I want you.”

“I feel the same way,” you whisper, warmly.

“I can’t wait to please you, Y/N… With my hands, with my mouth, with my cock. Any way I can, as much as I can.”

“Don’t make me wait.” Rafe’s lips crash into yours, claiming your mouth, hungry and breathless. He nips at your lip again, harder, pulling out a breathy moan, making him echo the same.

He picks you up effortlessly, bringing you into his arms, bodies melding as one. You grind your hips into him, feeling the warmth of his skin against your crotchless panties, your essence transferring to his warm skin. Your kiss gets rougher, demanding more; Rafe matches your passion without hesitation.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby,” he mutters. “I wanna hear you scream my name.”

“Mmm… What if they hear,” you whisper, tongue skimming along his bottom lip.

“Let ‘em.”

Fuck, Rafe.

He sets you down, keeping you close, not wanting to lose contact. “Turn around,” he grunts. You climb onto the chair, cool leather against the heat of your bare skin, hands pressed against the back.

“Did you wear these so I could fuck ’em off, angel?” He snickers as he takes a grip on the spikes of your heels. You bite your lip and nod as your eyes lock with his. “Mmm… That’s my girl.”

He pinches the elastic of his boxers, working them off his body; cock stiff, smacking roughly against his tanned skin. Rafe’s focus shifts, watching his own hands as they work up the back of your calves to your thighs.

Rafe snaps the red lace against your skin, chuckling wickedly. He brushes your hair to the side, kissing you softly on the shoulder, hands working back down again. “Fuck me,” Rafe mutters as he sails two thick fingers along your soaked pussy making you moan. “So damn wet.”

You feel a loss of his touch, Rafe’s eyes are still on you as he steps closer. You look over your shoulder, offering him your wrists, resting them on the small of your back. He gives you a devilish smirk. “Mmm… Good fucking girl.” Rafe locks the metal. “Too tight?”

“Just right.”

“Beautiful.” His fingers trail your spine as he works his way to his knees, pressing a soft kiss against your bound hands.

He snatches your hips, drawing you nearer, adding a sway to your spine, giving him better access. Rafe praises you softly, the warmth of his words, hot against your arousal, sends chills across your body.

His tongue meets your sensitive flesh, gliding gently through your silk. You let out a needy whimper, resting your head against the back of the chair as you concentrate on his touch.

Fuck. He knows what he’s doing.

His tongue swirls around your entrance, teasing you for a moment before pushing deep. An airy cry slips your lips. “Rafe… Fuck, baby. That feels so good,” you groan.

Rafe’s lips lock on your sensitive bud, sucking and flicking his tongue. Your thighs start to quiver—your heart, is racing a little faster.

His hand trails up your legs. Mmm… Those fingers. You feel your body physically aching for them deep inside you, pussy throbbing in anticipation.

His hands pull back. You look about, pathetically; your breath quickly robbed as he plunges his cock into you roughly, body doubling over on the seat, making you cry out. Rafe tightens his grip on your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he drills into you again.

“Y/N… Mmm. So fucking wet,” he moans huskily, increasing his tempo, skin clapping skin as he bottoms you out completely. You feel his hand dive forward, working between your thighs.

“Oh my god,” you squeal as he runs quick circles on top.

Rafe slows his pace, rolling his hips skillfully, the smacking of your thighs is replaced with the sounds of his dick working in and out of your drenched pussy. He grabs the chain, pulling you back, working himself in at a different angle, the curve of his cock kissing your sweet spot.

“Yes, baby. Right there,” you groan.

“Y/N… You look so fucking good; so damn beautiful, baby. Can I take a picture? Please-”

“Take a video.” You look back at him sinfully.

“Fuckkk,” he mumbles as he continues to take you from behind. Rafe reaches over, grabs his phone, turning on the flash.

“I can’t wait to watch this every night we’re apart, Y/N… Look at you, princess. Look at this fuckin’ ass.” Rafe snaps his hips a little harder, making your curves bounce with each roll as he yanks the chain a little more.

You feel your pleasure start to build, your walls closing in around him. “Can you cum for me, baby girl,” he growls.

You answer with his name, releasing from your lips, pussy rippling around his cock. A burst of ecstasy courses through your veins. He doesn’t stop, keeping pace, working you through your orgasm; toes, curling, heels tumbling to the floor. He lets out a devilish chuckle.

“Rafe… Holy fuck,” you pant, drawing a shivering inhale as you feel the aftershocks of your orgasm. Rafe’s hips grind slowly, gliding effortlessly through your release. He lowers his phone, getting a better view. A smirk spreads on his lips as he gets the perfect shot; his long cock, pulling in and out, glistening with your wetness; capturing every noise.

Rafe shuts off the camera, tossing it to the little side table. You take over, grinding and throwing your ass back. “Goddamn,” he rasps, slapping your cheek.

“My turn.”

“Your turn, Y/N?”

“Mmm… Mhmm, baby.”

“Shit… How did I get so lucky?” He soughs as he opens the binds.

You look up at him through your lashes, taking the cuffs hooked on his finger. “Let me take care of you, Rafey.”

“I love you… Have I said that already?” His hands wrap around the back of your neck, pressing your mouth against his. Your mind is hazy, blissed out from your climax.

I can’t wait to make him feel the same.

“Sit,” you demand.

Rafe relaxes into the chair, leg pitched out, blue eyes luring you closer. “Hands behind your head.” He smiles lustfully, complying with your demands. His muscular arms flex as his fingers lock. You walk toward him slowly, climbing onto his lap again, reaching for his wrist.

He’s still eager to please, tongue grazing your nipple, capturing you between his rosy lips, sucking roughly. You grab his other wrist as he works to the other side.

Fuck, this man is heaven.

You stare down at him, bound and in your control. His dick is achingly stiff; cum, gathered on his tip.

Reaching over, you grab his phone, clicking record again, propping it against a champagne bottle. “Y/N… Jesus Christ,” he groans, biting back a moan as you slip to your knees.

Rafe’s lips part in anticipation as you near his cock, quickly licking a line up his shaft, eyes boring into his hooded gaze. You swirl your tongue around his velvety head.

Taking him to the back of your throat, you gag on his length, making his abs flex. The metal clinks as the cuffs tighten. Mmm… You like that? You do it again and again. “Y/N, fuck!” Rafe bellows. You moan onto his cock, hearing his lucid pleasure.

“Mmm… Suck it, baby. Just like that,” he pleads, tossing his head back. You drop your hands, gripping his thighs, feeling his muscles stiffen under your grasp. “You make me feel so good. Fuck me, Y/N. Please.”

You climb onto his lap again, clutching his dick in your fist, aligning yourself with his head, swirling as you meet his stare. “Use. Me,” he grunts. “I don’t wanna stop ’til you cum again,” Rafe whispers the words breathlessly against your lips as you sit down, sinking lower and lower on his cock, feeling the delicious stretch.

A soft whimper leaves your lips—a smile felt against your kiss. He knows you’re close. So fucking close.

Wrapping your hands around the back of his neck, you ride slowly. His addled gaze drinking in every angle, drunk on pleasure, wasted on the feeling. You slam a needy kiss against his mouth, incoherent words falling from your lips onto his.

“I’m almost there,” You gasp as you take hold of the chain between his wrists, tugging at it as you start to bounce.

“Y/N. Mmm… Shit.” His eyes slam shut, mouth falling open, head thrown back against the seat as he floods you with his seed.

“I’m gonna cum, Rafe,” you cry. He raises his hips, lifting you up, ramming into your cunt as your pleasure runs its peak. You hit your precipice, bliss surging through your system yet again.

Your body relaxes around him. Rafe crashes back down onto the seat, eyes lowering, watching as his climax slips from your pussy onto his swollen cock.

“Holy shit,” he huffs, releasing a satisfied breath. You reach for the cuffs, unhooking them listening as they fall to the floor. Rafe wraps his body in yours, sanctuary found in his arms as he holds you tight. You look into his eyes, a wide grin spreads on his lips. “I fuckin’ love you, baby.”

[cumikering]

Werewolf Keegan x reader

2k | fluff Keegan had the stiffest neck known to man (part 2)

It all started with a recon duty.

Alone, Keegan lay prone, seamless in the bushes in his dark attire. The full moon perched high, softened by the thick fog. The gentle rain tricked down the back of his neck under his mask.

He aimed down his sight, following the guard on patrol as he waited, waited for him to separate from the other. He took his time rounding the corner, puffing on his cigarette, rifle slung against his body.

As Keegan positioned his finger on the trigger, a branch snapped behind him.

His head whipped over his shoulder to see a shadow a few feet away, crouching. He jumped to his feet, heart pulsing in his ears. He yanked out his sidearm as the large beast pounced and pinned him down with a thump. The force knocked the gun out of his hand.

He freed his right arm with a grunt. He ripped his blade out its sheath, ramming it into the creature’s side repeatedly. It howled in pain and leapt away.

He staggered up, panting. In a swift move, he reverse gripped his bloodied knife. The beast growled, its brilliant yellow eyes glinting. Head lowered in caution, it stepped sideways, blood pouring out of the stabs.

“Come at me, bitch,” he spat out, mirroring its movement.

It snarled, the sound piercing, baring its pointy teeth before retreating into the woods.

He dropped to his hands and knees, heart beating out of his chest as sharp pain ran up his thigh. His pant leg had been shredded, the cuts under gushing blood. He let out an uneven breath. The bastard got him after all.

“Six-Two, how copy? What was that?”

He tried reaching for his comms, but fell to his side as he heaved, eyelids growing heavy.

“Keegan, do you copy?” The urgency in Merrick’s voice grew.

The crackle of his radio was the last thing he heard before everything went silent.

When Keegan woke with a grunt, the sun had just peeked over the horizon, casting a blue hue upon the woods. Leaves and twigs crunched in the distance.

His eyes fluttered open as he sat up, his head spinning. He reached for his holster before he realised he was all skin.

“What the fuck,” he muttered, wincing as he turned his neck. His clothes and gear strewn not too far from his camping spot the night before.

“Keegan,” a hushed voice called out, growing closer by the second.

He dove to his clothes, slipping them on frantically despite the dried mud on his body. Had it been that cold that he was delirious, like hypothermia victims who’d paradoxically shed their clothes? But if he’d got to that point, he wouldn’t have been alive then.

“Ajax! I’m here.”

His head whipped to Keegan. He breathed a sigh of relief as he jogged over. “We thought we lost you!” His eyes scanned over his body. “Oh shit, what happened?”

He followed his line of sight down to his mangled pants. He’d forgotten about his thigh. It didn’t hurt anymore.

“Oh. I- Fuck, there was a wolf. Huge.”

“Holy shit,” he muttered, reaching for his comms. “Scarecrow, he’s secure. Need medical. We’re heading to LZ.”

Ajax’s brows furrowed at how he made his way back with the state of his thigh, but Keegan was just relieved the mission had been a success despite the setback from his side.

On the ride back to base as he recounted the night before to his peers, his pants were cut to reveal his wound which had mostly dried up. He could have sworn the cuts were deep – look at the blood soaked cargos, but maybe his team was right, he just couldn’t see well in the dark.

Back on base as he cleaned his blade, the only evidence that the beast even existed, the bits of his dream came back to him. He tore through the woods on black paws to his heart’s content, each step light, unbothered by the nightfall.

It had felt impossibly real, the ground wet under him, the cold rain on his skin despite the thick fur. The smell of earth was comforting to the point of intoxicating, calling him back home.

Keegan chalked the night up as a fluke, a once in a lifetime occurrence he’d recall and brag about to the recruits. He got the scars to prove it after all.

But he had that dream again the month after.

Often when adjusting back to life after missions, his senses would overload the first few days. This time though, it was even more so. The hair on the back of his neck stood and the sweat only trickled more as the sky darkened.

This time as he lied on his couch, he remembered the warmth instantly rising to his skin, the tingling at his fingertips, the ringing in his ears. He couldn’t control his limbs when he stood and ripped his clothes off, before white hot pain seared his body for a split second.

Despite the light head and what felt like the worst case of sleeping wrong, he was surprisingly stable as he got off the floor and made his way back to the couch. But instead of turning to sit, he swiftly climbed onto it and lied down on his belly.

Wait, that’s not right…

He looked down. Two black paws on the upholstery. He let out a scream, but it didn’t sound right either.

He jumped off and barged through the bathroom door to meet a large black dog. Keegan jumped, making it bark. He froze in place as its growling resonated within the walls.

With the delay in his thoughts and movements, it took him way too long to realise he was dreaming. You never look right in mirrors.

He boofed, paws up on the counter. He tilted his head, tongue lolling as he revelled in his long snout and sharp teeth. His pointy ears and jet black floof made him feel far more like an oversized dog despite the yellow eyes – the only tell that he was a wolf. He chuckled to himself, or whatever the canine equivalent was.

It was dark outside, but he’d always wondered what it felt like to roll around on the grass. He pranced out, standing on his hind legs to open the door to no avail. His front paws slid right off the shiny, round door knob.

After a few attempts, he let out a sigh as he turned back to his apartment. What else would a dog do? Drink from the toilet bowl? Chew on shoes? Rummage through trash? None of those sounded particularly interesting.

Oh, he had a soft rug! He’d take what he could get.

He rolled on it as he panted for what felt like hours before his movements slowed and things went fuzzy again.

As vivid as the dream was, Keegan couldn’t write it off as another glitch because once more, he woke up bare with the stiffest neck known to man. The evidence stared back at him in the form of black fur all over the couch and rug.

“What. The. Fuck.” He sat up, reaching for the fur around him. He rubbed it between his fingers.

If not for the snarl over the comms, his team mates didn’t even believe him about the wolf with how shallow the cuts were that morning. They would certainly laugh at him if he told anyone about what just happened. He knew he’d lose his marbles if Ajax told him something similar.

He had to get to the bottom of this on his own. But first, he had to quench the odd craving for dry cereal.

Legend had it, you turned into a werewolf if you got scratched or bitten by one. Every night of the full moon, you’d get the urge to-

He scrolled down further, shoving more cereal into his mouth in his boxers.

A werewolf experiences his rut 2-3 times a year… His body would feel like it’s on fire… The wolf will then begin his journey to find his fated mate…

The mating bond is to be made within 7 full moons… Rejection would cause the werewolf to stay in his wolf form permanently…

He snickered. What a load of bullshit.

If this whole thing was real, he’d hear it on the news. But he never did, because this was insanity.

Yes, yes, he couldn’t explain the very-much-physical floof all over his apartment. But if for whatever reason he could chill as a wolf once a month, he wasn’t going to complain. As far as he knew there were no drawbacks to it if he could time it with his days off.

Maybe next time he could finally turn the door knob.

With every full moon, Keegan grew more and more comfortable in his new body. Every weekend he was home, he rented a humble cabin off the hiking site, thoroughly enjoying running through the woods and the solitude at the top of the mountain.

See, the lore was nonsense. He didn’t get sick anymore during the full moon (or ever). He could even shift on demand now - his deployments didn’t deter the doggo lifestyle. This was actually fun!

Until he burnt up during a mission. He could barely stand with his spinning head, and so he was sent to the safehouse to recover. He popped each and every pill he was prescribed, but his fever only worsened. He felt so hot… and bothered.

Was he given the wrong meds on accident? Who the fuck would prescribe medications with such side effect, during a mission at that?

He waited. An hour. Two hours.

With a sigh, he did what every man would to get the situation over with, yet the problem remained. Now sweating even more, he collapsed onto the floor with a pathetic grunt; his body like it was on fire.

On fire… On fire…

With the remaining energy he had, he grabbed his phone and navigated back to the lore from months before.

A werewolf experiences his rut 2-3 times a year. For days, his body would feel like it’s on fire with the desire to mate, marking his entrance into adulthood. The wolf will then begin his journey to find his fated mate…

His eyes narrowed.

Some say fated mates share scars and/or birthmarks, but one would ‘know’ he has found his mate when he can single out their scent and becomes possessive of them.

His face scrunched.

After meeting his mate, the mating bond is to be made within 7 full moons.  Failure or rejection would cause the werewolf to stay in his wolf form permanently by the 8th full moon, often turning feral from the heartache.

He dry retched. He never doubted the fact that he liked women, of the human variety.

To make the bond, the werewolf draws the blood of his mate from between their neck and shoulder under the full moon. The bond is only sealed if the pair loves each other and shares a dream that night. The mate can then choose to remain human or be turned into a werewolf by getting bitten in the same spot.

Wait. Human, you say?

As ridiculous as the lore seemed, he had nothing to worry about. There were no soulmates for him. The timer would never start because he knew he was meant to be alone.

So yeah, that was Keegan P. Russ.

He served his country as a Sergeant, kissed his mum on the cheek when he came home. He recycled, paid his bills on time, and gave up his seat to pregnant women and the elderly. He abided to traffic rules and had no road rage (at least that’s what he told himself).

Oh, and thanks to one recon duty, he was now a werewolf.

Heh. Good luck trying to ruin my life.

But as we all know, fate has a funny way of catching up to you.

More Keegan: second chance, fake dating

Special thanks to @tiredmetalenthusiast and @shadofireshinobi who helped me with this!

@glitterypirateduck @sofasoap @keegansshark @two-gh0sts @rowanyaboats

[cassieopeauh]

The Crashsite

Pairing: Lottie Matthews x Reader

2k words

Summary: 1996 Timeline. Lottie and Y/n are girlfriends and get on the plane together and then it crashes and Y/n gets hurt. Typical hurt comfort for injury + a little angst about Lottie very briefly leaving Y/n in the plane wreckage (she comes back to get her girl dw)

Warnings: Little bit of angst, abdominal injuries, mentions of fractured ribs. I think that’s it.

A/N this is the first fanfiction I’ve written in like 2 years, so it might not be that good.

“You thief!” Lottie exclaimed as you cheekily stuffed the stolen Reese’s pieces in your mouth. A gleeful expression on your face at your successful thievery.

“You dont even like those! Besides, you probably wouldn’t have finished eating them before we landed anyways!” You justified your candy crime with a crooked smile.

“Whatever, you’re lucky you’re cute.” Lottie huffed with barely lingering annoyance. She couldn’t stay mad at you.

There were a few beats of silence where you just smiled at each other.

“How much longer until we land again?” You asked.

“Probably about seven hours now I think”. She replied with a look of contemplation, as she mentally did the calculations of how much time of your flight was left.

“Not that I don’t trust your calculations, but aren’t you failing math?”. You jokingly poked at her.

“Ughhh! Don’t remind me about school! Going to nationals is supposed to be like a vacation, and you’re not supposed to have to think about responsibilities on vacation!!!” She groaned.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!”. You laughed at your girlfriend's dramatics.

You both giggled at each others antics, which then died down into a comfortable silence as you picked up your book again and leaned your head onto Lottie’s shoulder.

Lottie smiled down at you as she put her Walkman headset on and pressed play. Absentmindedly playing with your fingers on her lap.

A soft smile graced her face as she looked from you to the plane window. Taking in the endless sea of clouds, then looking back at you and seeing that your eyes had begun to droop.

She let out a light laugh, as she adjusted herself so your head was better situated on her.

With the now added comfortability, you began to slowly drift off while leaning on Lottie. Book long forgotten, as you bobbed in and out of consciousness, eventually letting sleep take you.

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*THUMP*

You startled awake to the noise of someone’s luggage falling from the baggage compartment. Looking up, you saw Lottie looking like she too had just woken up. Looking around and quickly sitting up, your previously asleep mind was now racing to make sense of what was happening around you, as you finally registered the irregular jolting of the plane.

“Lottie! What the hell’s going on?!” You half yelled, just now taking in the yells of concern and questions echoing your own from your teammates.

“I don’t know! I think maybe it’s just turbulence? Fuck, I don’t know!” She loudly said, trying to keep some rationality in the situation. The plane wouldn’t crash right?

The entropy in the plane cabin grew tenfold as the oxygen masks suddenly dropped from the aircraft’s ceiling. It was a mess of limbs, of girls scrambling to secure the face covering to themselves and their seat mates.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god this is really happening. Oh my god we’re gonna crash!” You said as your shaky hands slipped the mask on and turned to Lottie to make sure she had done the same.

“Don’t say that! You don’t know that! We can’t crash! The fucking pilots will figure out or some shit!” Lottie’s false hope and failed attempt to stay calm did nothing to ease the intense primal fear of possibly dying you felt in that moment.

“Holy fuck holy fuck! LOTTIE COVER YOUR HEAD!” You screamed at her to do the only thing you could think of, as you turned and saw the tops of trees rapidly approaching the bottom of the plane.

This was it. This was gonna be your death. You didn’t even get to have time to have some life flashing before your eyes moment, before the plane hit the ground.

——————————————————————————————————

Everything felt like static all around you. Coursing through your blood. The static settled in your bones and roared in your head. All of your senses were being overloaded with everything and nothing at the same time.

And then the pain made its way through the static.

Horrible awful pain, like nothing you had ever felt before. All consuming white hot pain that made you take a long drawn out gasp of air in.

You felt incredibly nauseous, but also felt like if you threw up the pain that would erupt from the motion and muscle tensing that came with vomiting would kill you.

It was difficult to clear your head through the pain, but the deep primal part of your brain, the part that had been hardwired into your ancestors to place the objective of survival first, kicked in.

Your vision was blurry, eyelids heavy, and desperately wanting to snap them shut again due to the blinding light that poured in and made your head pound a thousand times worse than it already did.

Slowly taking in your surroundings, you realized you had been thrown forward in the initial impact (stupid shitty airplane belts) and were now draped over the row of seats that had been infront of you. Stomach pressing into the fuzzy seat material. That’s why your abdomen hurt so bad.

“o…OH…. Fuuu..ck”

Your pain was joined with the return of your hearing as the sounds of chaos and screaming filled your head. Sounds of burning. Cries for help. Shouts of different names. Oh god oh god oh god.

Slow painful movements of your limbs in preparation to escape the plane that was quickly filling with smoke and fire. You carefully pushed yourself off of the seats. Organs feeling like they had been put into a blender and then stuck back inside you.

The god awful pain that came with moving, especially from you stomach area, was to much to bear as you crumpled to the floor. Vision going blurry again, as a few girls ran through the center aisle to escape the plane. Not even acknowledging your existence much less helping you.

This was it. You were gonna die in one of the most statistically low ways. A fucking plane crash. One in a million huh?

Just then slightly muffled screams of your name came from near the plane hatch. Noises of someone scrambling through the debris to search the seats for something. Someone.

“Y/N!!! Y/N we gotta go! Come on get up!” Lottie had found you. She was slightly crouched and clearly in a panicked frenzy trying to get you both to safety. Not noticing your injured state.

Lottie tried yanking you up but that made you loudly cry out in pain. The fire was creeping closer.

“Oh shit fuck oh fuck your hurt WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO!” Lottie as she started crying from fear.

Van suddenly ran down the center aisle. Her hair looking slightly singed by the fire. Though panicky,?she took in the situation of her two friends blocking her path.

“Oh shit! Can you not get up? Oh fuck, Lottie help me move her!” She quickly sprinted into action and got into position to help tow you out of the wreckage with Lottie’s help.

Van and Lottie lifted you, as you sobbed at the pain you felt from your body being moved, and heaved you out of the plane. Unceremoniously stumbling to the ground 60 feet outside. The three of you couldn’t even catch your breath before the plane exploded into even higher flames. If you hadn’t gotten out…

Van now knowing you both weren’t going to be burnt to a crisp, ran off to find Taissa, shouting her name. Lottie looked away from the burning remains of the aircraft and turned her attention to you, clasping her hands to the side of your head.

“Oh my god oh my god are you okay? Why couldn’t you stand up back there!? Oh my god where are you hurt? FUCK!” The stress was influencing her hasty words.

“Fuck.. I landed.. on the seats infront of us.. I think I broke a rib or two… oh fuckkk..” you panted and grimaced inbtween words.

“Oh shit okay uhh.. let’s just.. fuck I don’t know!” Lottie, still in shock of what was happening, couldn't come up with a solution.

“Urghh… hey hey hey, we’re not gonna like die… they gotta be able to track a whole fucking plane right? They’ll send like… a fuckin med evac… shit I don’t know” Your words, though oddly optimistic for what had just happened, had started to grow quieter towards the end.

Lottie’s eyes snapped to attention as she slightly patted your cheeks with her fingertips.

“Y/n! NO! You CANNOT pass out right now, oh fuck! No no no no!” Her words were of no use, as the stress and injuries combined caused you to begin to pass out. Your body trying to save itself by conserving energy.

“”Y/N!! HELP!! SOMEONE HELP HER!!” Lottie’s muffled voice calling out for assistance and a single set of footsteps rushing towards the two of you, followed by the squeaky voice of misty. That was the last thing you heard before you fully passed out.

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The first of your five senses that came back to was your hearing. The sounds of fire, but not the roaring flames of before. This was the gentle crackle of a campfire combined with low whispers filled with uncertainty of the unknown.

As you slowly, ever so slowly, tried to raise your eyelids, you could tell your head was in someone’s lap.

“Shhh shh shhh, she’s coming to” a familiar voice inches above your head called for the surrounding girls to quiet down.

“L-Lottie..?” Your eye now fully open, as you attempted to sit up to observe your surroundings. An intense ache all over the front of your body kept you down. Laying back onto Lottie as the material of what you recognized as a sleeping bag you were half wrapped in rustled.

“No no no don’t move don’t move” Misty said, she was now hovering over you to observe your condition.

“No, Y/n, sweetie don’t move. You’ve bruised the whole front of your body, and you might have fractured a rib.” Lottie tried to soothe you as you came back to reality.

“Ughhhhh..What…” the dull ache of your body paused for a second as you remembered all that had happened. The crash. The pain. Lottie. The fire. Lottie.

“Are you okay..?” You spoke,shifting your gaze and locking onto Lottie’s. Concern in your tight knitted eyebrows.

“Yeah.. I’m fine..we’re all… okay.” She didn’t want to yet alert you to the condition and permanent absence of certain people that were on the plane. Choosing to let you have a little time before dropping the bomb of what had happened since you passed out.

Misty then swooped in after letting you and Lottie have your moment to bombard you with questions of “how do your ribs feel?” “How is your stomach?”

After Misty was done playing doctor you settled into Lottie’s lap once again. Even after being passed out for hours you were still exhausted.

“I’m sorry” Lottie said in a whisper after a little while.

“For what?” You were genuinely confused. What could she possibly have to be sorry for?

“When we first crashed I didn’t even register that you got flung forwards, I was like… in a state shock or something.. I don’t know… I didn’t even stop to look for you.. it’s like the survival part of my brain just took over and forced me to run out before I realized and came back for you… so I’m so sorry I left you in there.” She guiltily admitted her fleeting moment of cowardice.

“Hey no it’s okay, you were scared. Hell, I was scared too Lottie. I don’t blame you.” You attempted to reach for her face, but fell short. Lottie cupped your hand and brought it to her face for you.

“I’m so scared right now… and I don’t know what’s gonna happen and just… I love you.” Your girlfriend shakily spoke.

“I love you too Lots.” The words coming out soft and sweet.

“We’ll figure this out, we’ll have to be rescued eventually right?”

Dun dun dun the end

A/N again, this is the first fic I’ve written in years and I think I might have written Lottie a bit ooc but idk.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

Making snow angels but imagine this! Steve is the angel on your shoulder and Eddie is the devil! And and and one day you hit your head or something and you see both of them! It doesn’t even have to be romantic just like how would they explain why two random dudes are in your room after you wake up(imagine you hit your head, went to sleep) and next morning you wake up to two rando dudes sitting on your bed discussing something! Idk funny. This might be stupid but I just thought about it and how that conversation would go 😅😅

A/N: omg shut up I LOVE THAT!! *my brain immediately going to extremely smutty places and losing it at the wild possibilities*

Word count: 616

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“I think she can see us.”          

“I don’t know, maybe she just actually did get a concussion last night.”

Staring in complete and utter shock at the two strangers standing at the foot of your bed, your voice trembled as you asked, “w-who are you and what are you doing here?”

“Holy shit,” the one with long dark curls cursed. 

“Tell me right now or I swear I’ll scream!” you treated, scurrying up as close to the headboard as you could. 

“She can see us? She can see us,” the other one realised, “alright,” he looked straight at you, then wondered underneath his breath, “how the fuck do I do this…” flashing you a bright and slightly nervous smile, he said, “hi! I’m Steve and this is Eddie.”

“How did you get in my room?” your wild eyes darted from one to the other. 

“Well, we’re sort of always around you,” Eddie shrugged. 

“You-…” there was only one logical explanation to this. You had a stalker, or more accurately, you had two. “Please don’t hurt me!”

“Hurt you?” Steve’s brows furrowed as he swiftly sat down on the edge of the mattress, “we would never hurt you!”

“I mean,” the other’s ever-present smirk grew bigger, “unless you want us to-”

“Hold your split tongue for once in your life, Munson!” Steve snapped, glaring back at his partner. Dropping his harshness at once, he glanced back at you and spoke, “Y/n, don’t listen to him, just look at me and take a deep breath for a second.”

“Who are you? What do you want with me?”

Not waiting a second longer to respond, Eddie blurted out, “we are your shoulders’ devil and angel.”

“Dude,” Steve whipped his head around again, “you could have softened the blow a little.”

“Well, I’ve never done this before, what do you expect me to do?” he replied, defensively waving his arms around. 

“Is this some sort of joke?” you asked, still clutching your knees to your chest, “did Robin put you up to this?”

Looking you in the eye, Steve said, “I swear we’re telling you the truth.”

Still not convinced, you challenged, “then prove it,” not really sure what it was you were asking them to do. 

“Alright,” Eddie accepted the test, listing off confidently, “you usually always have oatmeal for breakfast but yesterday you had toast, 6 months ago you started lying to your friends and told them that you weren’t a virgin anymore, that you had fooled around with some guy during summer break when in reality you went away to visit your grandparents and spend your days playing bridge, and lastly, you say that pillow is only for decoration,” he pointed to the pink, firm one beside you, “but we are all well aware that’s not why you keep it on your bed…”

“I-…” your breath got caught in your throat, “but, you’re not on my shoulders…”

“Yeah, that part is more of an expression.”

“Holy shit… so you two are always here?”

“Always have, always will,” Eddie stated.

“Wait,” you winced, squeezing your eyes shut as you asked, “does that mean-, have you seen me naked?”

“Of course not,” Steve rushed to say, though Eddie swiftly corrected him. 

“Don’t lie, Steve, it’s not a good look on you. Yes,” he smirked, virtually singing the words, “yes, we certainly have.”

“Oh my god…” you sank down deeper, hiding your face in your knees. 

“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s a totally normal and natural thing,” you felt Steve’s fingers brush over your right calf, “we’re used to it, barely even notice anymore, I swear.”

“Yeah,” Eddie chuckled, “that’s not what your dick said when she took a shower yesterday…”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble

[leviathans-watching]

om m.list ━ individual characters (bros)

[back]

lucifer

lucifer watching you sleep

reunion w/ lucifer

open affection with lucifer

lucifer x witch!mc

random texts with lucifer

your heart’s on my horizon - 1.8k

“And you don’t know what kind of curse?” Lucifer runs a hand through his hair anxiously. You stir slightly but still do not wake.

“We’ve got it narrowed down. Nothing too harmful, at least for demons, but the main concern is that we’re not sure how it’ll interact with a human. We’re just waiting for MC to wake at this point.”

Lucifer crouches down, examining your face closely. At least you don’t look like you’re in pain. Removing a glove, he presses the back of his hand to your forehead. It’s as he’s doing this that your eyes flutter open, taking him in.

“MC?” he asks panickedly, and Diavolo hurries closer, leaning over you as well. “Are you alright?”

“Oh, I’m more than alright,” you say, sitting up. “Now that you’re here, Lucifer, I’m perfect.”

haunted & holy - 2k

“We’ll always be together, right?” you asked, clasping his hand softly.

“Of course,” Lucifer replied with ease, flipping your hand over so he could hold it for real. “Nothing in this world could ever take me from you.”

Oh, how those words played in his head when he fell, your tear-stained face the last thing he had seen. Your hand, reaching futilely for him, even as you were pulled back by several other angels.

can’t afford to lose you any longer - 2.3k

stepping into the hall, he clicks on mammon’s contact, holding his phone to his ear. it rings several times, but just as he thinks it’s going to go to voicemail, his younger brother picks up.

“lucifer!” mammon says. “oh thank god. i was just about to call ya!” mammon’s voice is loud, nervous. something is definitely wrong. why would mammon be calling him?

“what’s the matter?” lucifer asks, a bad feeling unfurling in his chest.

“it’s about mc,” mammon says, grave. “they got into an accident, and are in the hospital. i was gonna call ya sooner but satan said i should wait ‘till the doctor told us what was goin’ on.”

“what? mammon, what happened? are they okay?”

mammon hesitates. “they’re not in any immediate danger,” he hedges, and lucifer growls. “okay, okay. they’re in a coma, caused by the exertion of magical energy-”

“magical energy?” lucifer exclaims, but mammon barrels on.

“-but it’s estimated they’re not in any danger,” mammon continues, “we just don’t know when they’ll wake up yet. ‘pparently some lower-level dirtbags got brave due to your absence and decided to ‘purify the devildom once more.’” lucifer could hear the disgust in his voice.

mammon

playing pool with mammon

school play lead!mammon

“for you my dear? anything.”

getting overwhelmed by yelling/fighting

modeling with mammon | part 2

mammon with a chubby/fat mc

roller skating with mammon

mammon and sick!mc

painting a mural with mammon

dancing at the royal ball with mammon

rejecting nightbringer!mammon

meet-cute with mammon

It’s mammons bday again

swirl with mammon

mammon's birthday

random texts with mammon

selfish, for once - 18k

Mammon… is not what you were expecting. Instead of some horrific creature, you’re met with a pretty normal-looking guy, all things considered. Sure, he’s got horns and wings, but that’s it. Oh. He has abs, too. So horns, wings, and very prominent abs.

“My name is MC,” you say bravely, looking very intently at his eyes, which are an inhumane blue. “And I summoned you. I wish to make a pact.”

“A pact?” Mammon squawks, confusing you. “That’s what you were tryin’ to do?”

You raise a brow. “Yes?”

Mammon curses, slipping into the rough tones of the underworld. “A goddamn pact. Shit.” Shaking his head roughly, he fixes you with a hard look. “Hate to break it to you, Sweetcheeks, but you fucked up.”

“What?” You squint at him. “No. No way. I followed all of the instructions perfectly.”

“And there’s your problem. Whoever told you that was a pact spell was lyin’ to you.” Mammon seems genuinely distressed, and you feel very out of your element.

“Well then, what kind of spell was it?”

Mammon winces like he was hoping you weren’t going to ask. “It’s a, uh, binding spell. We’re bound together now. Our souls are, for a lack of a better term, intertwined.”

chaos causer - 10k

Alone for the holidays? Mad at your family? Hire me to ruin the night.

I am a human magic user that has recently had a lot of time open up to me with nothing to fill it. Why not use this time in a meaningful way? I asked myself, before dismissing the idea. I’m a young adult willing to pretend to be your date for any holiday dinner or party.

Thanks to my magic, I can play any age, except child (for obvious reasons), and have no problem changing my appearance as need be. I am a skilled actor and promise to sell my character well. Your satisfaction is guaranteed.

I revel in causing chaos and making things worse.

I require no payment aside from the free meal. This offer is available to anyone in any of the three realms, as I have experience dealing with an assortment of humans, angels, and demons. Do NOT contact me with unsolicited offers or services.

home is wherever I’m with you - 1.3k

"let’s get out of here,” you say one day, in the wake of an explosive argument between the brothers that left mammon nearly in tears.

“what?” he says, tilting his head towards you. “just- drive?”

“yeah. we’ll come back eventually, but let’s just go somewhere that’s not here.” mammon doesn’t look quite convinced, so you double down, pleading with him. “i’ll take all of the blame and everything. please mammon, i just want to explore some.”

“lucifer’ll kill us.”

“not if he can’t find us,” you say with more cheekiness than you feel, making mammon snort half-heartedly. “c’mon,” you wheedle, “just the two of us, complete freedom, no tasks, no chores-”

“fine,” mammon agrees, and you grin. you feel impulsive and wild, the wanderlust already taking over. “let’s do it.”

liminal spaces (in my heart) - .9k

you and a handsome stranger keep meeting in the oddest of places. mammon x gn!reader

Golden - 4k

“MC. I know you want to do something for Mammon’s birthday.”

“How do you-”

“All-seeing time lord, remember?” His tone held a note of humor. “Anyway, I have a plan. There is a car in the parking lot of the school, that has swimming suits, a picnic, and everything you’d need for the beach.”

“Diavolo’s?”

“Yes. Now, as a responsible person, I shouldn’t be suggesting you skip school, but I also know Mammon is deeply upset, and the sooner you head out the better. You will know the car when you see it. It is by the back of the lot.” Barbatos gave you a small smile.

*

When everyone forgets Mammon’s birthday you can’t let it slide. With the help of Barbatos, you take him to the beach for an afternoon that hopefully makes up for everyone else’s forgetfulness.

angry at all the things i can’t change - 1.9k | part 2 - 3k

ask from @/dexpairs-blog: Hi! If that’s ok could i request MC not hiding their preference for Mammon (in general, not just romantic), and when they’re asked why they say that they relate to him since at home they’re treated the sale say his brothers treat him and want to make him feel loved.

*

Five times you give Mammon the love and care he deserves and one time you make sure the other brothers get what’s coming to them.

levi

nervous!MC asking levi out

getting overwhelmed by yelling/fighting

playing scary games with levi

drinking with levi

misunderstandings with levi

levi’s fkn hot

levi's bday (yr 3)

satan

seeing snow with satan

domestic morning with satan

comparing now

spring walk

asmo

mc wanting to learn about asmo’s interests (fem!reader)

‘ruination’ with asmo

asmo x goth!mc • part 2

meeting asmo at the club

dancing with asmo

like, subscribe, and maybe fall in love

*NOT CLICKBAIT!!!* when asmo learns that you, the newest exchange student has a youtube account and following somewhat comparable to his own, he decided right then and there not to like you. however, after an unfortunate (and misleading) exchange goes viral, he has no choice but to fake date you in order to save face. will asmo crush you and put you into place like you deserve? or are those funny feelings in his stomach not hate, like he had thought? like, subscribe, and maybe fall in love (with this smau) to find out!!

beel

beel with a mc who works out with him

beel concerned about mc’s appetite

mc not being scared of beel

getting overwhelmed by yelling/fighting

tipsy!reader telling beel you love him

beel winning you a teddy bear

seeing the sunrise with beel

giving beel candy

should have known better w/ beel

human world buffet

stupid handsome boys

“just stay with me”

love thy neighbor - 7k

Before the boxes can fully tip over, you feel the top one getting lifted, a tanned arm entering your vision.

“Whoah,” the stranger says, and you shift the boxes remaining, moving them out of your way. Without the box that had been on top, it’s much easier for you to get a handle on everything. “Careful there,” he continues once you’re finally able to see him, and you have to adjust where you’re looking because seriously, this guy is way taller than you expected.

Or, living next door to a demon.

belphie

belphie doesn’t like sleeping with you

showing him constellations

what might be memory feels like flesh and bone - 1.4k | part 2 - 1.1k

He was blinded by his rage, his grief, and the only person who had made an honest effort to help him out was you, you who he had so easily turned on once he had gotten what he wanted.

It was hard, Belphegor was learning, facing and owning up to his own mistakes.

*

He did not deserve your kindness.

Yet you offered it to him in quiet moments, and in soft movements.

And he could only comply, ensnared by the soft feeling of your fingers on his cheekbones, collecting any wayward tears.

[epicsteddieficrecs]

Epic Steddie Fic Rec | March 20th-26th 2023

Looks like it's been a good week for me! 😅 some great fics this week, some new WIPs!

My babes, my dudes, my pals - for the love of all that is holy, please put your socials in your fic notes, in your ao3 profiles, everywhere! Help me rec you please! 😊

Complete

The Most Delicate Flower by SneezyCoffin (prettyboyblues) (No Upside Down AU, Tattoo Artist Eddie, PWP | 2K | Explicit): Eddie has has a crush on Steve Harrington for years and now has the opportunity to tattoo him in his own house. Steve, however, forgets his wallet. (Part 1 of Steddie florist/tattoo artist)

Broken Hearts and Heart Tattoos by SneezyCoffin (prettyboyblues) (No Upside Down AU, Tattoo Artist Eddie, PWP | 2K | Explicit): Eddie has has a crush on Steve Harrington for years and now has the opportunity to tattoo him in his own house. Steve, however, forgets his wallet. (Part 2 of Steddie florist/tattoo artist)

snooze button by Adure/ @toburnup (Dreamsharing, PWP | < 1K | Explicit): Eddie wakes up to the feeling of fingers running down his chest even though he's alone in bed. This hasn't happened in a long time. (Eddie feels the physical sensations when someone dreams about him). (Part 1 of parasomnia)

almost lucid by Adure/ @toburnup (Dreamsharing, PWP | 1K | Explicit): Eddie keeps himself from slapping at his neck when he feels a tongue drag up the side, suck hard on the skin. They aren't kisses—it's like his neck is a wound and someone's trying to suck the poison out. He lets out a puff of air at the same time as the hand, two hands, grip his hair. Tugs on the back, hard. His knees nearly buckle. (Steve takes a nap, Eddie reaps the rewards) (Part 2 of parasomnia)

🖤 you give me pain, but you bring me pleasure (we’re dead or we’re alive) by infiniteorangepeel/ @infinite-orangepeel (Post-S4, Dom Eddie, Sub Steve | 13K | Explicit): Through the hangover of fear and loathing–and a generous helping of unresolved blunt trauma to the head–Steve forgets about Eddie’s visit from the night prior. He forgets the whispered confessions and breathless kisses shared on the couch downstairs. He forgets moaning into each other’s wanton mouths and Eddie’s strong hands coaxing him out of his head. He forgets and forgets and forgets and then–suddenly, dizzily, all at once–Steve remembers. (Part 2 of it’s rotten work (loving a heart like mine))

🖤 i'll be your morgue (slaughterhouse, killing floor, and final resting) by infiniteorangepeel/ @infinite-orangepeel (Post-S4, Dom Eddie, Sub Steve | 14K | Explicit): “What does it look like we’re doing, Harrington? We’re grocery shopping like a couple of suburban moms,” Eddie bumps his hip suggestively into Steve’s, “Though, I think you’re far better suited to play housewife than I am—especially, if those birthing hips of yours have anything to say about it.” He jokingly winks, but Steve doesn’t return it, because his mouth is hanging open like a speared fish in shock. Eddie calling him a “housewife,”even in a joking manner, scratches an itch he didn’t even know he had been trying to reach. What the fuck? “They’re just hips?” Steve lilts it into a question, “And, don’t act like you wouldn’t be a good mom too. You drive the kids around just as much as I do and they rave about your snack stash.” “Beg to differ, your hips are definitely not ‘just hips,’ Harrington. And, I see myself as much more of a ‘Daddy’ than a ‘Mommy’—for your information,” Eddie quips. (Part 3 of it’s rotten work (loving a heart like mine))

boys can wear crop tops too, y’know? by infiniteorangepeel/ @infinite-orangepeel (PWP | 9K | Explicit): “Oh, Harrington, everyone’s got a fetish of some sort. It’s not weird. So, what, you want to fuck boys in crop tops? Who cares? I certainly don’t,” and to emphasize his point and tease Steve into oblivion, he lifts the hem of the shirt an inch more and grazes his ringed fingers across his exposed midriff. Moaning delectably at the feeling of his own touch. Or, Eddie wears a crop top to movie night, Steve gets stupidly horny over it, and Eddie makes sure he keeps his hands to himself (he instructs him to covertly masturbate, while everyone else watches the movie)

🖤 service and devotion by helix_stomper (PWP, Glory Hole | 21K | Explicit): Steve and Eddie meet up regularly for anonymous sex, and Eddie gives Steve his first (official) experience as a sub. Steve fell first. Eddie falls harder. (Part 2 of boots & budweiser’s miraculous misadventures)

Bambi, can't you understand? by 19_empty_vacancies/ @vacantwatchers (Post-S4, Friends to Lovers | 4K | Teen): “Even if you can’t get the words out, Steve, there’s no disguising the way you look at him. Have always looked at him. You walk around shooting him the big eyes like you’re Gomez Addams looking at Morticia, ready to pounce.” “Oh God, do you think he ever noticed?”

Between The Lines by hitlikehammers (Wayne POV | 2K | Mature): Or: Eddie gets hurt, so Steve and Wayne participate in…something of a shovel talk.

🖤 how a resurrection really feels by LiarsandThieves22 (Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Alternate Dimension | 176K | Explicit): “We saved the world,” Robin said, softly. “And that had some side effects.” -- On July 5th, 1987, Steve Harrington bleeds to death in the Upside Down helping his friends defeat Vecna. Four days later he wakes up in his bed in Hawkins, in a world where the Upside Down never existed.

WIP

In Just Seven Days by Oddree13 (Modern AU, Fake Relationship | 2/7 | 3K | Mature): Steve doesn’t exactly care about relationships anymore. Not after Nancy broke his heart and Billy broke his face. He’s bored and just going through the motions the first time it happens. Noelle asks him on Monday if he’s busy that coming Friday and Steve figures why not? He takes her to the movies on Friday, takes her to bed on Saturday, and on Sunday he lets her down gently. She takes it in stride, and the next Monday it’s Jocelyn at his locker. Then Ginny. Then Cami. Soon a rumor starts that Steve Harrington will accept anyone who asks him out at the beginning of the week and end their relationship after seven days of dating. Eddie doesn’t believe the rumors. After all, to say Steve Harrington would ignore the glaring asterisk of heteronormativity is just insane. But when he catches the King being tardy on a Monday he puts his theory to the test. Suddenly Eddie has a boyfriend for the next seven days. Now he just has to not fall in love.

🖤 no me without you by cydonic (Post S4, Kas Eddie | 2/10 | 7K | Mature): Eddie Munson dies, the world is still ending, and Steve Harrington doesn’t know how he’s supposed to keep going. That is, until he comes face to familiar face with the creature killing people in Hawkins.

Anything Can Happen in This World (For An Ordinary Boy) by InvisibleAce (Hannah Montana AU | 2/3 | 5K | Mature): So. Here’s the catch. Eddie Munson hates Steve Harrington, but loves ZTEEV. Steve Harrington loves Eddie Munson but can’t tell him that he’s ZTEEV. He can’t tell anyone.

🖤 here be dragons by pukner/ @pukner (Canon Divergent, Autistic Steve & Eddie | 4/? | 26K | Explicit): Eddie Munson has kissed a boy, and now he has to handle the fallout. He’s got to grapple with the fact that he likes boys, likes a boy, and the harrowing fact that he may have inadvertently broken said boy’s heart. (Part 3 of off-script)

and my family lives in a different state by robotguts (Modern AU, BDSM | 3/? | 6K | Explicit): Steve made a twitter account to explore his sexuality. He didn’t expect to get this invested in it. He certainly didn’t expect Eddie.

🖤 The Voice That Calls Me Home by DeadEyedGemini, spaceandjunk (No Upside Down AU, Phone Sex Operator Eddie | 5/? | 23K | Explicit): A little matchbook sits in his hand, a usually innocuous item, except this one has bold letters printed across the front of it in neon colors. The words read: Cruise Line-24/7 Homosexual Action-All Local and has a number printed across it. Steve blinks down at the number for a solid minute before he realizes what exactly he’s looking at, it’s a phone sex line for men interested in men.

🖤 oh, just one night more (and then i'll close the door) by Smalls (Canon Divergent, Time Travel | 13/25 | 33K | Mature): Steve closed his eyes, raised a hand to wipe the tears pouring down his face, and spared a moment to wish that he could go back in time. He thinks if given the chance, he could have become friends with Eddie. That things could have been different. Then he heard a horn blaring and abruptly remembered he was driving. (or steve has a lot of regrets and the universe decides to let him try and fix a few)

🖤 Swing and a Miss by deadonarrival (Baseball Player Steve, Fake Relationship | 1/5 | 6K | Explicit): “Apparently they usually reserve the box for the wives and girlfriends … so either you’re gonna have to be my boyfriend or you’re going to have to sit in the stands with the fans. It’s not that bad, you just need to like, pretend to be my boyfriend so you can sit with the other WAGs and like, then you can be in the box and have all you can drink alcohol and snacks.” “Did you agree to this!?” Eddie asks. “If I say yes, how mad are you going to be?” Steve asks.

[desperatecheesecubes]

I’m fucking sobbing kids really are just like that

[lauronk]

what if you write a ficlet where Joel & Ellie meet a leprechaun 🥹

here you go "anon" (cough @stillboldlygoing cough)

getting that tilted feeling out here

length: ~2k words tags: joel & ellie; slight magical realism; magic; a vague description of a leprechaun; wish-granting; a dash of feelings and a pinch of emotions; nebraska; a sprinkle of amnesia

“Joel, come on!”

“Ellie, I swear to Christ –” Joel muffles another swear as a rock comes up almost out of nowhere and rams into his toe. “Slow down!”

She either doesn’t hear or doesn’t care - and Joel’d bet on the latter - and she keeps tearing through the woods, bent on a path only she seems to be able to see. It’s all he can do to keep her in eyesight, dodging swinging branches and tree roots and rocks.

“It’s gotta be right up here!” Ellie calls back to him, pointing ahead through the trees. “We’re so close!”

So close. Joel rolls his eyes. Yeah, so close to getting lost in the goddamn woods in Nebraska of all places, probably a mile from the road they’d been following at this point. But Ellie had spotted the rainbow over the trees, fresh and glimmering bright from the rainstorm they’d just weathered, and she’d been off like a shot. Determined to find the end of it, the same nonsense he’d heard since he was a kid about a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

Thank God Sarah had never –

Joel’s grateful for the next rock he stubs his toe on - the sharp pain radiating through his foot is enough to distract him from the way it feels like his chest is caving in.

That had been happening more and more these last few weeks - thoughts of what he had lost creeping up on him, her face appearing in his dreams, her name reaching the tip of his tongue only to be swallowed back. And Joel didn’t really wanna think about what might be causing it.

He finally catches up to Ellie, hanging back and watching with a barely-smothered grin as she yanks at a particularly thick clump of bushes, entangled with vines hanging from the trees above. Not exactly your typical Nebraska topiary, Joel thinks as he watches the kid. “Well, don’t just stand there,” she huffs when she notices him. “Fucking help me.”

Joel amuses himself by watching her tug a little harder. “Help you do what?”

There’s strands of hair coming loose from her ponytail, cheeks tinted pink with the exertion. “Help me…get us through…this bush!” She pulls and tugs and digs and yet the bush remains impenetrable. “Look, Joel, the rainbow is right there!” A finger jabs in the air, and to humor her, Joel follows it up to the sky.

Well it…Joel frowns. It is really close, actually. Each line of color crisp and practically vibrating in the air barely twenty or thirty feet over his head. He’s never seen a rainbow so close, not in all his years, and it’s real goddamn weird.

“Joel!” Ellie’s voice is one octave shy of petulant. “Help. Me.”

She’s still got her hands wrapped around some of the branches, pulling for all she’s worth, which ain’t much. She’s a tiny thing, Ellie is, and walking clear across the country hasn’t been helping with that.

“Alright, alright,” Joel mutters when she opens her mouth again. “Move out the way.” He’s got a machete strapped to his backpack - it’s dull as hell but it’ll work a bit better than her small hands pulling will.

A few clean hacks - Ellie helpfully pulling some of the detritus out of the way - and they’re through, and…

Standing in a meadow?

“Holy shit!” Ellie shrieks, and she’s sprinting away again, down the field to where…

Joel rubs his eyes, pinches the skin of his inner arm, and then sets off after her at a much slower pace. She’s come to a stop now, eyes round and amazed as she stands in front of the end of the rainbow where it disappears into the earth.

“I fucking told you!” She crows.

Yeah, yeah she did. And yet Joel still can’t quite believe what’s right before his eyes. A rainbow, so bright it damn near hurts to look at, the end of it vanishing into grass more lush and green than anything in the middle of Nebraska ought to be this late in the year.

“Hang on.” Joel snags Ellie’s arm when she starts towards it. “You don’t know that’s safe.”

Ellie just rolls her eyes at him. “Looks fine to me. Although,” her head tilts, “I thought there’d be a pot of gold.”

“Fresh out,” a new voice says from their left, and Joel hauls Ellie behind him automatically, hand reaching for his revolver. “Oh you won’t need that.” A snap, and his revolver is returned to its holster.

“What the hell –”

“Yeah.” The man standing in the trees shrugs. “I get that a lot. Well,” his brows tug together, “maybe a lot is overstating it. Don’t get to socialize much now with the whole…” a pale hand twirls through the air aimlessly, “fungus apocalypse end-of-the-world situation.”

There’s a faint lilt to his voice that Joel almost wants to place as Irish, but it’s been so long since he’s heard that accent he doesn’t even know if he’s remembering it right. He’s pale, a thick shock of red hair covering his head, and his loose shirt and pants are a dark green that almost blends into the nature behind him.

“Are you…a leprechaun?” Ellie asks wonderingly, peering out from behind Joel. The man bows ever so slightly, and a “Whoa” escapes her.

It’s on the tip of Joel’s tongue to remind everyone that leprechauns ain’t real, but then again…it’s not like he’s got another explanation for whatever the fuck is going on here. Unless he and Ellie ate something really off that’s put them into some sort of shared hallucinatory coma, and honestly he doesn’t know if that’s more or less believable than a rainbow ten feet from him and a leprechaun.

“So where’s the gold?” Ellie asks, and the man arches a brow. “And why are you like…regular sized?”

“You’re a rude one, aren’t you?” There’s no anger in the question, only a curious delight. “I’m regular sized, as you put it, because the whole short thing was a…marketing campaign, if you will. Help us get by unnoticed. And as for the gold…no use for it in this world anymore. So instead,” he rocks back and forth on his heels for a moment, hands clasping in front of them, “I can grant you one wish, one desire. Each.”

“I wish –” Ellie starts, but the man holds his hand up to halt her.

“It is the same kind of thing you probably heard about wishes from whatever books or movies are still around,” he says smoothly. “No extra wishes, no love spells, no bringing anyone back to life.”

Ellie deflates a little at that, chin tucking to her chest. “Then I need a moment to think.”

The man inclines his head, sweeping his hand through the air before turning to face Joel. “And you, sir?”

Joel eyes him suspiciously. “Ain’t no way you can grant wishes, or whatever it is you’re tryin’ to pull here.”

The smile he gets in answer is knowing, almost patronizing, and the man clasps his hands behind his back. “You are under no obligation to use it, of course. And maybe it’ll make you feel better to know that after you’re done here, I’ll return you to the road you were on and you’ll have no idea this even happened.”

Joel scoffs. “None of that sounds the least bit believable either.”

A dismissive shrug. “Suit yourself.”

“Alright,” Joel says with a challenge in his voice, halting the man as he starts to turn back to face Ellie. “I wanna find my brother. ‘S why we’re out here, walkin’ all this way. Tryin’ to track him down.”

The man nods briskly, clapping his hands together in a shower of golden sparks that have Joel flinching back a step, startled. “And find Tommy you shall.”

Joel opens his mouth, prepared to demand that he explain how he knew his brother’s name, but his back is already turned, his focus on Ellie. “And you?”

Ellie’s eyes flick between Joel and the man, and she shuffles a few steps away, a little closer to the rainbow. “Yeah, I just…can you come over here for me to tell you?”

Another one of those fancy little bows. “But of course.” He turns back to Joel, makes a shooing gesture with his hand until Joel backs away to the edge of the meadow, tree branches arcing over his head in a ripple of bright green and tints of yellow.

Their voices still carry to him, even as he turns to face away - aiming his right ear to them - and they step closer to the rainbow. Ellie’s in particular, lands directly in his ear as though he was standing right next to her.

“I want to…belong somewhere. Have someone I matter to, somewhere I fit in and am supposed to be.”

Joel’s eyes slip shut, head tilting back, and he deeply, deeply hopes that what the man said turns out to be true. That they won’t remember this in a few minutes, because those words had not been meant for him to hear, and now they wouldn’t stop reverberating in his head.

The man chuckles softly. “That would be a waste of a wish, my dear. You already have that.”

Joel doesn’t open his eyes, even as he feels Ellie turn to look at him. Makes himself stand still, like he’s just waiting on them to be done, not paying them the slightest bit of attention, not feeling at all like part of his chest has just been split open.

“Oh,” Ellie says quietly, her voice still crystal clear in his ear, and Joel wonders if it’s something about this meadow. Or the rainbow, or the man, one of those things carrying her words to him when they shouldn’t be. “Well then…I want to find the Fireflies, and have them make the cure.”

The man doesn’t answer immediately, doesn’t loudly proclaim that she’ll find them and make the cure like he had for Joel about finding Tommy. Instead, as a breeze rustles through the clearing and curls its fingers in the neck of Joel’s jacket, he tells her, “That’s technically two different wants. I can do one, I can make sure you find them.”

“Okay,” Ellie says decisively. “Yeah, then I want to find them.” Joel knows what she’s thinking - them finding the Fireflies already means they’ll make their cure, so as long as she makes sure they’re found, everything else will work itself out.

A clap of his hands - Joel turns to look and sees the same shower of gold in the air - and the man nods again. “And find the Fireflies you shall.” He rubs his hands together briskly, waving Joel over to rejoin them. “Now, before I send you on your way, I really must thank you for stopping by. It was quite nice to interact with someone other than myself for once, and I wish you a safe journey.”

Then, without warning, he plants a hand on each of their shoulders and shoves them backwards into the rainbow. There’s a brief sensation of falling, dropping, stomach swooping, and then –

Joel blinks in the sunlight, a breeze setting the tall grass around them to swaying. He’s stopped - they’re stopped - off the side of the cracked pavement they’d been following for miles, sun beaming down. It’s shifted now to be nearly in front of them, and Joel turns back to find Ellie. She’s to his left, blinking confusedly up at him. “Why are we stopped?”

“We –” Joel cuts himself off, brow furrowing. He doesn’t know, actually. They were walking, like they do every day, and now they’re not. “Dunno, but let’s keep movin’. Too exposed out here.”

Ellie gives him a mock salute, marching forward with exaggerated steps. Joel swats at her ponytail as she passes, ignoring the small flare of affection that crops up when she turns back and wrinkles her nose at him. That’s been happening too much lately, refusing to be brushed aside every time, but there’s nothing he can do about it right now.

Only option is to keep moving forward.

this one was a fun little challenge, nice stretch of my writing muscles, so thanks "anon" lol

full collection of ficlets also on ao3

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Top!Luke Masterlist

7-Eleven (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook) Luke/Ashton T, 74k

Summary: Ashton Irwin is a master of thievery. He steals from general stores, food markets, jewelry shops, museums, and people's homes. Never once did he get caught nor did anyone find out his identity. He loves being a thief. Stealing is his addiction, and he has no intention on curing it.

However, there is one place and one place alone that he does not steal from, and that's the 7-Eleven at the corner street. He goes in late at night to buy things for himself and to see a boy who works during that time named Luke Hemmings.

Better Than FIFA? (ao3) - emiliathegreat (puckdummy) Michael/Luke E, 2k

Summary: Hotel nights on tour are usually a blessing, but with all the shit Luke's been facing lately, it's exactly the opposite. Michael isn't one to help, either.

black is the colour (of my true love's hair) (ao3) - hemmingscliffords Michael/Luke E, 2k

Summary: His eyes graze over Luke's ash blonde hair, the multitude of colours from various batches of highlights that their stylists have given him over the past year, the butterscotch coloured roots that are growing in from not upkeeping it, and out of nowhere Michael thinks that holy shit, Luke would look awesome with black hair. Maybe an ebony colour that had a midnight blue washed through it.

Burned By Love (ao30 - JcLoveex (orphan_account) Luke/Ashton T, 3k

Summary: "I don't think you do babe, I think you're lying." Luke smirked lightly, even though his pants were so fucking tight. "Are you lying Ashton? You don't want me to fuck you, you want that guy to fuck you don't you? You want him to spread you open and fuck you senseless don't you? Want him to eat your ass and call you those names you love so much while you ride his tongue, don't you Ash?"

Or the one where Luke has to remind Ashton who he belongs to.

Club of Misfits (ao3) - felixandtae Luke/Ashton, Michael/Calum T, 274k

Summary: ❝Everyone has flaws. You me, Michael and Ashton - we’re all just a club of misfits.❞

A club for those who need a friend created by two best friends.

Daisy (ao3) - boomerluke Luke/Ashton M, 121k

Summary: The last thing Luke expects when he wakes up hungover in the bed of his latest one-night stand is to come face to face with a freaking kid. But there she is all wild curls, thumb-sucking, and nonstop questions. Luke can't get out of there fast enough.

Ashton isn't the type to have one-night stands. He's a parent, after all. It was a mistake, and it won't happen again. At least that's what he tells himself when he comes back from his shower to find the naked college kid still in his bed, arguing with Daisy.

They couldn't be more opposites. At 25, Ashton has the responsibilities of two parents, raising his daughter and trying to pretend like he has everything figured out. At 21, Luke is a self-proclaimed Grindr god who doesn't care about anyone or anything but himself. So why is the universe (with the help of Michael and Crystal) so hell-bent on seeing them together?

do it better (ao3) - lourrygum OT4 N/R, 8k

Summary: takes place during the time michael lost his passport and was stuck in the US while his band performed in the UK. He feels upset about it and stops answering their calls and may or may not unfollow them on twitter, leading to questions and anxiety.

or, 3/4 of 5sos go to the US to see michael and end up fucking him senseless.

English Love Affair (ao3) - takeitoffhemmo Michael/Luke, Calum/Ashton E, 21k

Summary: Where Luke can't write an essay and maybe falls in love with his sort of tutor

FutureSex/LoveSounds (ao3) - Migs Luke/Calum, Michael/Luke, Calum/Ashton E, 47k

Summary: Luke is Med student/camboy with a crush on the Footie captain with a secret.

OR: Cake have a lot of hot sex for money whilst trying to pursue romantic relationships with other boys.

i think they're cute, though (ao3) - cliffakitten Luke/Ashton E, 2k

Summary: Honestly, there should be some kind of warning for shit like this: Your amazing, adorable boyfriend has recently bought glasses and looks fit as fuck, you're going to want to do unspeakable, dirty things to him. Please attempt to control your imminent hard on. -- Or Ashton has new glasses and Luke really wants to fuck him in them.

No Chance (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook) Michael/Luke T, 72k

Summary: So Ashton's going on a road trip with his friend, Calum, and he invited me to tag along. Being the adventurous shit I am, I said yes, but I wouldn't have if I knew that Luke Hemmings was going as well. God, I hate that guy, and the feeling's mutual. Why does that annoying brat have to come along? And Ashton and Calum expect us to be friends? Yeah, right. There's no chance that Luke Hemmings and I, Michael Clifford, are ever going to get along.

passionately curious (ao3) - cliffakitten Luke/Ashton E, 17k

Summary: 'Luke Hemmings'

At this, he nearly choked for the second time that morning, since he just happened to know someone with that name. That someone being, his next door neighbour, the very hot neighbour, who Ashton may or may not have a huge crush on.

Yeah, that Luke Hemmings. Who apparently orders sex toys online...who knew? Definitely not Ashton.

Princess getting naked (ao3) - ShortIsNotFun Luke/Ashton, Michael/Calum N/R, 6k

Summary: Luke hemmings was the boy everyone wanted and that was obvious. Any time he walked in a room all eyes were on him and he loved it, loved the attention. But he never gave anyone his attention for more than maybe five minutes before he ruled them out as utterly dull and walked away, he simply got bored of everyone quickly. Except for the one boy who never seemed to notice him, the boy who seemed clueless. Ashton Irwin.

Or

Luke's kind of a dick and Ashton sucks his

Reflections (ao3) - punchinginadream Luke/Ashton M, 4k

Summary: Ashton doesn't like his body. Luke decides to fuck him in front of a mirror to show him how beautiful he really is.

Requited (ao3) - orphan_account Luke/Ashton E, 18k

Summary: "You’re the prettiest boy in the whole wide world, don’t you know that?”

Surprisingly, Ashton giggles a little. “There are at least a gazillion people in the world, Lukey… you haven’t seen all of them.”

“I don’t need to,” Luke insists with a shrug. “You’re prettier than all of them, I just know it. And even when you’re sad, you’re still the prettiest to me.”

Or, Ashton just wants to be pretty. Luke shows him that he already is.

The best kind of trouble (ao3) - CliffordAffliction Michael/Luke E, 71k

Summary: After Michael is sent to a strict Preparatory school he meets the school troublemaker, Luke Hemmings, and his world begins to change

The Bodyguard (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook) Luke/Ashton, Michael/Calum M, 138k

Summary: Ashton Irwin is a hot and famous celebrity that all the people love, look up to, or despise. He's cocky, selfish, and always puts himself before others. Despite his personality, he's pretty much wanted by everyone in the world.

But when things escalate to the point that Ashton nearly gets kidnapped, his manager assigns a boy named Luke Hemmings to become Ashton's personal bodyguard, much to the star's reluctance and annoyance.

Now Luke follows Ashton wherever he goes to make sure he's safe from any danger, but Ashton is determined to get rid of his bodyguard as soon as possible.

Without You (ao3) - ofmonstersandmayhem Luke/Ashton, Michael/Calum M, 67k

Summary: Nothing made Ashton happy anymore.

He was slowly drifting away.

Everyday he prayed for a savior. He had the tiniest sliver of hope in the back of his mind that someone would come and save him from all this darkness.

His prayers were answered in the form of a tall blonde boy with a lip ring. But was he able to save Ashton in time?

(or the cliche fic where Ashton's depressed with an abusive father but when Luke Hemmings moves into the neighborhood, his dark clouds open up to reveal a sunshine)

[themculibrary]

Steve/Bucky USO show Masterlist

Captain America Has a Fella (ao3) - PR Zed (przed) G, 2k

Summary: "Welcome to the USO," the director tells Audrey. And with a handshake, she's in.

Six month she's been in New York, slinging hash in a diner and going to every audition she hears about. Now she's finally got a job dancing. She's ecstatic.

She's not so sure about working with this Captain America guy, though.

Or how one showgirl finds out there's more to Captain America than meets the eye.

I'd Know That Face Anywhere (ao3) - Shay081793 E, 2k

Summary: The 107th never got captured. Instead, Bucky Barnes is in the audience when that clown "Captain America" performs to rally the troops, and holy shit, that clown is Steve Rogers.

If I said I liked your body, would you hold it against me? (ao3) - aprofessorstale T, 1k

Summary: Prompt: What if Bucky didn't get captured and was in the audience with the 107th to see Captain America?

La Libération (ao3) - hermionesmydawg M, 3k

Summary: All the blood rushed to Bucky’s face. An uncharacteristic blush from him. “I don’t recall that story. You know, I do have well-documented memory problems.”

Natasha tsked. “He knows the story.”

“He does,” Steve mused. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell it.”

“Okay,” Bucky agreed quickly.

“I’ll just tell it,” Steve said. “It was-“

“August,” Bucky interrupted, shooting a scowl at Steve. “August of ‘44, the liberation of Paris. And I was fucking miserable.”

Let's Hear It for Captain America! (ao3) - JJK T, 4k

Summary: Steve lost his virginity to a USO girl in 1943? Sure he did, if you mean he lost it to Bucky dressed in a USO girl outfit.....

* * *

Love confessions post-Azzano lead to a discovery of Steve's Captain America costume and the USO girls help out when Bucky decides he wants to dress up for Steve.

Mama Tiger Knows Best (ao3) - darth_stitch T, 415

Summary: "All right, Rogers, that handsome fella of yours better appreciate how we’re keeping you safe for him."

Riders In The Sky (ao3) - roe87 steve/bucky M, 3k

Summary: Bucky time travels back to 1943 to watch Steve perform onstage as Captain America in the USO show. (He likes the outfit, okay?)

Then he continues on to the late '40s, pays Arnim Zola a visit... then swings back around to help the Steve from his timeline as he returns the Infinity Stones.

Once he rights the main timeline, Bucky heads back again, rescues Steve from 1949, and takes him on an adventure.

Steve's USO Tour (ao3) - roe87 M, 9k

Summary: After Project Rebirth, Steve has his brand new body but Col. Phillips and the Army doesn't want him.

Senator Brandt, however, offers Steve the chance to do his part by promoting war bonds... in tights, in a USO show.

Lucky for Steve, he meets some new friends to keep him company, including a chorus girl named Bucky.

Sucker Punch (ao3) - yellow_crayon E, 15k

Summary: Steve Rogers is not the blushing virgin everyone thinks.

(Five times they almost get caught and one time they do.)

To A Girl in 1943 on the USO Tour (ao3) - UnderwhelmingAlchemist E, 4k

Summary: Steve is questioned about how exactly he lost his virginity. Technically he's only lying about the "girl" part. After all, it was someone in 1943, and it was at the end of his USO tour, and they were wearing one of the dancer's costumes. Close enough, right?

Upskirt Angle (ao3) - zetsubonna M, 315

Summary: Anon requested: During the war, Bucky gets his hands on a USO girl outfit, wears it, and makes Steve roleplay.

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What If Things Were Different (ao3) - ceealaina G, 1k

Summary: What if Bucky wasn't captured by Hydra, and instead was sitting in the audience with the rest of the 107th while Captain America took the stage?

In my head Steve and Bucky are so in love it's ridiculous, but it can be read as just two best friends if that's how you prefer it.

[leyyvi]

Leybaby, I know we’re all still high from maid kitty Levi. But Omg it’s officially May and Mermaid Levi will always have a chokehold on me 🫠 thoughts on mermaid levi? Levi being all Ariel-y in love but with his foul mouth, all he is saying is “shit, you’re a brat, but holy fucking poseidon, you are so fucking pretty I wanna have legs so I can walk with you.” Ahhhh i am running laps I love mermaid levi and it’s officially May.

Also, I also wondered what would Mermaid levi look in ley’s adorable art style 🥹😵‍💫

content: Mermaid!Levi x Reader; fluff

wordcount:  ~2k

warnings: none

You first saw the merman last summer. On a trip with your close friend Hange in search of "exotic species" in the ocean. which was silly because everything could be considered exotic in these waters.

But what truly embodied that description was a figure who'd occasionally pop their head up on the surface of the water to watch you explore the tide pools in the early mornings. Hange didn't tag along on these particular expeditions, for they were the farthest from being a morning person.

Which was a shame because that's when you found the most interesting creatures in the water.

Though this man never approached you, never came close enough to even see his face. He was merely a shadow in the water, the top of a head peeking shyly at you. There was a point where you might've thought he was merely a figment of your imagination if he didn't speak on the last few days you explored that area of the beach.

You picked up a shell to examine it closely, watching how it shimmered under the early morning sun.

"That's poisonous," a voice spoke out in the shallow water. It's the same figure that's quietly observed you the last few months. Speaking actual words that you can understand.

You blink at him, momentarily entranced by the low baritone in his warning. Then you smile. "No it's not."

His brow furrows as the rest of his head leaves the water to get a closer look at what you're holding. He swims a few inches towards you. You still, allowing him to observe the shell in your palm. It's the closest he's ever gotten to you and--to put it bluntly?

He's beautiful.

His long, blue tail shines just under the surface of the water. The end of his tail, seemingly a translucent set of fins, flicker slightly under your gaze. The ends of his hair stick to his face as he rises up from the water. A tentative hand snakes up to yours, poking the shell. 

Your breath can’t leave your lungs in this proximity. He’s so close.

Part of you wonders if it’s safe to be in thigh-high water with this man--creature swimming this close by. What’s to say he hasn’t been watching your behavior for hunting purposes all summer?

“Could you stop gawking? You look like a fish.”

“Funny, coming from someone with gills--” you quickly retort. He huffs, smacking the shell out of your hand with a glare. 

“Tell your shitty friend to stop taking things from the water,” is all he says before swimming off, a light splash of his tail reaching your arms. 

You stand there, watching his silhouette disappear behind the small swell of a wave. 

It was the last time you saw him that summer, no sign of the top of his head, or the flicker of his fins. Merely the few words prompting you to suggest you and Hange find another collection spot for their antics. And the faint memory of him that lingered throughout the rest of the year.

===

Summer approaches after what feels like an eternity. The thought of that unknown sort-of-man fades into a distant memory over the long months. And despite the little inhibitions on venturing out to Hange's distant relative's beachhouse for "extensive research", you tag along anyway.

"I'm tellin' ya! Erwin said mermaids exist and I can't tell if he's messing with me or if they're real. But I'm gonna find out! He said they like to come out during dusk since people don't really go in the water."

"I don't think any would come out if we're in the water right now, though. They might be scared." You glance around, the orange hues ripple across the surface of the water at your ankles. There's been no sign of any "mermaids" or "mermen" alike. "Or they really don't exist."

Hange hums, disappointment evident on their face as they push up their glasses. Though it doesn't last long, their habits for turning any negative situation into a positive allows them to perk up quickly. "We will try again tomorrow!"

You've had your reasons for not telling Hange of your interactions last year. For fear of looking or sounding delusional--but there was also a slight fear of what Hange would try to do to were they to actually see him. Even if he was kind of rude, it wouldn't be fair to subject him to Hange's antics for now.

You don't mention the possibility of trying to look for them in the morning, but you still try to find him yourself.

The first month passes without any sign of him. So you resort to looking for the unique shells you usually hunt for in your free time.

"Didn't I tell you to stop taking things from the water?"

You jump, dropping the handful of shells you were sifting through in your palm and effectively undoing all your hard work. When you turn around, it's him. The same grumpy upper half of his face peeking over the water. The same tone of his voice that could pass off as a lecture for bad behavior-as if he's chastising a child.

"You told me to tell my friend," you defend. His glare hardens. "And I don't take them unless they're broken."

"Why would you take something broken? That's stupid."

"Because an animal might need the unbroken one, duh--hey!"

His tail swishes, causing a small wave to splash your upper half. "That's what you get."

"For what?!"

"Telling your crazy friend about... me. They come out here everyday now."

So he was watching?

"I didn't say anything about you. Another friend suggested the idea--but I think it was a joke."

"A shitty joke."

"I didn't tell them about you," you persist.

"Keep it that way," he snips with a flick of his hair from his face. His silver-blue eyes glance at the rising sun. "I shouldn't even be talking to you. You shouldn't know I exist."

"I won't tell anyone."

The blue lands on you now, narrowing in scrutinization. He says nothing before making a move to leave.

"Wait!"

He stops, but doesn't turn around.

"Could you tell me your name at least?"

Water drips down from the tips of his locks, cascading down his toned shoulders and back into the sea.

"Levi."

And then he's gone again.

It goes on like this for another month. You quietly seek him out under the facade of looking at shells. He observes from afar with a periodic question that's usually followed by a snip of sarcasm. There's not much conversation happening, but he does stare. Much more than you do.

Sometimes Levi will swim around  in the deeper parts of the water, his presence only being announced by a quick swish of his tail. He's not too close, but not too far either.

"What do you do with those, anyway?" He asks one day, noting the small pile of broken shells that sit on the rock you've perched yourself on top of. Your feet dangle in the water as you soak up the early morning sun. The water may be cold, but it serves to soothe the already obscenely warm air.

"Put them in a jar. Make necklaces out of them sometimes."

Levi scoffs as he props himself halfway up on the rock a few feet away.

You frown at him. "For someone who holds so much disdain towards people, you sure do come by here often."

Indignant, Levi's tail flickers in consideration of splashing you again. A habit of his when he has nothing better to respond with. "I was here first."

"Do you want me to leave?"

He blinks, jaw clenching with deliberation. "Do what you want."

So you stay. He doesn't leave either.

"You said you shouldn't be talking to me."

"The others say people are dangerous. One of you is."

"I could be dangerous."

"Not as much as Glasses. I've seen that fishing net they drag around with them."

“They’re too loud to catch anything. Scares all the fish away the second they get near the water.” 

“Doesn’t surprise me. Hey, you missed one.” Levi scoots closer, his pinky brushing against your outer thigh as he reaches to pick out a missed broken shell. Both of you flinch, meet eyes--and then avert away. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind or anything.” 

His tail swishes side to side. “You always stare at it,” Levi notes. The water sprawls off the edges of the fins that rise over the surface. 

“I don’t mean to.” 

“...Do you wanna touch it?”

"You'd let me?"

It swishes closer to your ankles, tickling your skin. You reach down, brushing off the blue-eyed stare that watches with caution, yet hinted with a sort of expectancy. 

So slowly, the tips of fingers meet the edges of his shimmering scales. He twitches, but your curiosity serves to persist with the careful strokes. It’s slimy, but not as bad as you assumed. His breath stutters, tail freezes.

"it's pretty," you mumble, watching the iridescent glow from his waist to the end of his fins. When you meet his gaze, he blinks. His cheeks pink as his throat bobs from a nervous swallow. You scoot closer in his direction on the rock, shin bumping into his tail again.

"You can feel mine, too," you suggest. He swallows again, chest rising and falling. It seems he's been curious about your legs too with how he reaches over. His knuckle grazes over the top of your right thigh.

The instinctive shudder causes him to pull back. "Sorry, it tickled."

Levi waits one heartbeat before returning. His finger trails from your knee up to your shorts, experimentally tugging on the material.

"This feels disgusting."

"Well I have to wear it or I'd be naked."

"So? We're naked all the time."

"Even if you have... You know."

His head tilts, brows pinched in genuine confusion. Your face warms. "Um, nevermind."

Another gentle wave rolls through the water, nudging Levi's tail into your shins. His hand dips under the water and skates around your ankles. Your feet wiggle out of reaction.

"Why do you come out here when they tell you not to?"

He hums in thought. "I like to watch those." Levi points upwards into the sky. Clouds. "Can't see them so well at home."

"What's it like? Your home.'

"Dry.'

"Really?"

"Seriously? It was a joke."

"I don't know! Don't laugh!!"

"I have this--" his tail flips against the water surface,"--or did you forget?"

“Fine. Don’t tell me anything interesting.”

“Don’t pout, it’s unbecoming.”

You scoff, kicking water towards him and he pushes off from the rock. He pops under the surface and there’s a split second where you believe he might’ve left. Until his head peeks over the water again. If he were floating further up, then you might've caught the smile at the corners of his lips.

You hang out almost every morning after that. Offering hints of each other’s lives and different perspectives of the world. You tell him how Hange’s still adamant on catching a “mermaid”, and how they’ve traveled miles down the beach from where they originally started. 

He tells you how he gets scolded for leaving without telling his family where he’s going. And how over the weeks, the world beyond water might even be a little intriguing despite how troublesome the boats and “obnoxious Glasses” are. 

One might’ve thought you two had grown to become acquaintances--friends even. And on the last day it feels almost melancholic knowing you won’t return until next summer. With no way to contact Levi. 

“You’re coming back, right?” He asks.

“Yup, next year.” You grin at the question, tilting your head. “Try not to miss me too much.”

“As if I would.” 

The splashes of saltwater on each other have become more of a sign of affection rather than annoyance. 

“It’s too bad we can’t like... write to each other.”

“You could use a conch shell. Sure you’ve grabbed at least a thousand of ‘em this summer.”

“What--like a cellphone?”

“I’m fucking kidding. You think we’d actually use conch shells to communicate?”

“I don’t know--maybe!!” 

A smirk spreads across Levi’s cheeks as his eyes roll. “You better come back next summer.” 

He pokes your thigh, just like so many times he’s already done the last couple of months. Small touches, looks, changes of expression. In your time together, you’ve come to the realization he might’ve softened up a bit. 

“I will,” you reassure, your palm slipping over the top of his wet hand. “Promise.”

[bakumu-archive]

say it back

Kisaki Tetta x Reader

wc: 2k

summary: kisaki returns to your secure hotel after a long day of work only to have his worst fear become reality. what will he find in the hotel room? his happiness or a future too dark to fathom?

cw: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. ANGST. NO HAPPY ENDING. blood, death, angst, fucking sadness, grief, Kisaki is a simp what else is new, also I gave him snippets of family history (mentions of abuse)

a/n: i cried writing this. holy hell. this was inspired by a wonderful anon and i hope this is what you wanted :) also if you want to feel it listen to The Departed by Michael Nyman on repeat

minors do not interact. this work contains mature themes and if you continue reading you have agreed you are willing to see such content

Kisaki knew something was wrong the second he stepped inside the hotel. The hotel he had specifically chosen because it came with five extra layers of security.

The reception area was empty and the front desk all but abandoned, except for a fresh smear of red splattered across the countertop.

It all made his pulse quicken as he made his guards run off to sweep the area because the most important thing in his life was supposed to be secure in this hotel. His only reason for living, for breathing, was on the top floor.

He ignores his men’s calls for him to leave as he races over to the elevator, hitting the button over and over with an urgency he didn’t know he possessed. His calm and cool exterior giving way to the beast underneath.

The elevator ride is too long. It lets him rethink every facet of his day; every small thing that went wrong that led him here. The way you practically pushed him out of bed because he was going to be late, how you prepared his morning coffee for him as he showered, the twinkle in your eye when you saw him put on his suit jacket, and the gentle shove out the door without even a kiss, your voice saying, “You can get your kiss when you get home! You're already late.”

The promise of your lips when he was done with all of this bullshit was the only thing keeping him going throughout the day. And now this.

He palms the gun he has hidden away; he shouldn’t need it, right? The elevator is going to open and he’s going to be greeted by Hanma’s smug grin as he carries a dead body or two.

The elevator doors ding open to the empty hallway, and it does nothing to quell the rising bile in his throat. It’s quiet, far too quiet. He pulls his gun from its holster and makes his way down the still hallway to the large wooden door at the far end.

He places his hand on the doorknob, the cool touch of the metal grounding him.

Inside, you're wrapped up in blankets on the luxurious couch, the soft plush of the blankets making a stark contrast to the elaborate wooden molding along the back of the couch.

As soon as you see him walk through the door, your eyes light up, “Tetta! You're home early!” You always say that, even if it’s not true. You try to get up from your blanket cocoon but almost fall over. Good thing he’s there to catch you, his arms wrapping around your back as you wrap yours around his neck.

“Did you have a good day, love?” he whispers into your neck, before taking a deep breath of your hair, letting the scent calm him.

“It would have been better if you were here, but Hanma helped me make dinner.”

“Oh, is Shuji still here?” Kisaki asks, looking around for his second in command.

You wave him off, “No, he left earlier. Something about being needed elsewhere or something.” You give him one of your dazzling smiles, before raising your eyebrows suggestively. “But Tetta, that means we’re all alone for the rest of the night.”

His hands cup your face, pulling your face close to his. “Oh yeah? And what happens if some bad guys come to attack us?”

“I know you’ll protect me.”

Your voice is so filled with love and trust it makes his heart hurt. He can’t not be kissing you for any longer. His heart bursts out of his chest when your lips connect with his. Your fingers loop through the belt loops at his side and you pull him closer to you.

Fuck, you’re so perfect.

It repeated in his head like a mantra as he kisses you over and over again. Until you're pulling away from him.

“Tetta, I love you.” It’s whispered breathlessly across his lips, straight into his soul, and you know it from the way he freezes.

Every time you say it, it catches him off guard; he doesn't feel worthy of your love, but the way you giggle and whine, “Say it back!” lets him pretend that he is.

He nuzzles his face into your neck, causing more giggles. He says it over and over again like a mantra, “I love you, I love you.”

I love you.

His hand is still on the doorknob, the metal warm from his grasp because he can’t bring himself to open the door. The echoes of your laughter fade from his mind as he pushes past the lump in his throat and turns the knob.

Broken glass crunches under his shoes when he enters the dark room. With only the city lights outside to guide his way, he steps over bodies, broken pieces of wood paneling, bullet casings, and smashed furniture while making his way towards the couch.

Your blankets are still there, thrown across the back molding. The plush now filled with rips and tears hangs limply against the wood.

Tetta walks towards the adjoining bedroom door, past a large, smashed vase with flowers strewn about on the floor. The same flowers that he surprised you with just a day ago. The pinks and blues of the buds clash wildly with the dark hue of blood coating the petals: a horrifyingly, beautiful dichotomy of life mocking him.

He hears a shuffle, spinning around to see Hanma trying to sit up. He’s clutching his side, blood oozing between his fingers and dripping on the floor. His feet are trying to push himself up the wall but failing to have enough strength.

Hanma’s voice is garbled and Kisaki can barely make out what he's saying. Between the blood pouring from his lips to the white noise coating Tetta’s brain, he can only register the small apologies as he keeps moving.

He needs to find you, or find evidence that you're truly not here. If you were taken, maybe you’re not—

He throws the door to the bedroom open, scanning the room. The four poster bed is collapsed, clothes thrown about the room, a spatter of bullet holes line each wall, and his men lay unmoving at his feet.

He cares about none of it when he moves further into the room.

And then he sees you.

His soul shatters as he runs to your side, collapsing to his knees next to you. He doesn't know what to do, his hands hovering over your body. He sees the holes in your chest, the deep red staining your shirt and now his knees as he kneels in it, in your blood.

“No, no, no,” he whispers over and over, taking your hand in his. This can’t be real. This isn’t happening.

He squeezes his eyes shut, willing himself to wake from this nightmare of reality. But nothing works. The image of you laughing as he kisses your neck still hangs in his mind and now that's all but a memory.

A small whisper of his name has him opening his eyes; your eyes are barely open, and your voice so small he almost misses it.

“I knew you'd come.”

He can feel himself start to lose it, the grip on reality he has slipping away and he questions if this is really happening, but he won't squander this moment. He can’t.

“I’m here! Of course I'd come for you,” he says feverishly. He has, he always will.

You try to gather your strength, lifting your other hand up to his cheek. He holds it gently against his face, staring down at you.

“Please don't leave me. Don't go. I can’t go on without you,” his voice is a small whisper but you still hear him.

“I love you, Tetta.” Tears stream down his face, and you try to wipe them away with your thumb.

But Tetta can’t breathe; his whole life lies before him dying and he can’t do anything to stop it. You don't deserve this, you never deserved this.

“Come on Tetta, you have to say it back.” The soft smile on your face breaks his heart even more.

“I love you, I love you so much. I'm so sorry, I'm sorry,” he sobs, every cell in his body begging for this all to stop. For this to be a terrible joke that someones playing on him.

With as much strength as you can muster, you pull him down to you, guiding his lips to yours. The kiss is weak, your lips barely moving against his, all of your strength draining from your body as you spend this last moment with him.

He pours his love into you, giving everything he can to make this millisecond drag on longer and longer. It never has to end if this second goes on for eternity. This is enough, it has to be. It has to be. This is all he has. No amount of smarts or money can fix this fixed point in time.

He pulls away from the kiss to cradle your body in his arms, all of you drained out and gone, leaving behind an empty body that he knows every secret to. The way you like your tea, the look on your face when you have a secret to hide, how you take steaming hot showers and tease him about not being able to take the heat. You're his everything. Every piece of him is a part of you and now that you're gone, those pieces are too.

Fuck he can’t do this. He really can not do this.

Pulling you impossibly closer, he screams. He screams until he can’t anymore, until his voice is hoarse. And then he screams more. Anything to feel something that isn’t this. That isn’t this emptiness where you should be. The hole inside him that you carved out yourself is now painstakingly empty.

He forgot what it was to not feel. The change that you caused in him only dooms him now. He never felt like this before you. Not once when his dad was beating him, or when his mom abandoned him. Never before in his life has he known this feeling.

The thought of living without you for one second would have broken him so easily before, but now this? This eternity that he's doomed to live without you? He won't move past this. He can't. The only thing in his life worth living for is gone forever.

Kisaki lets his head fall, taking in your beautiful face one last time. Running his fingers along your lips, the lips he will never get to kiss again, he lets all of his tears fall. Let’s the river run through him as he builds a mental dam around everything that is you.

Every memory, every laugh, every joke. He builds it up brick by brick. Preserving it in place to hide it, to push the pain so far away from him so that he can stand and do what needs to be done. So that he can get revenge on the person that took everything from him, from the person that took you away from him.

He protects your body in his arms, carrying you out of the bedroom, past the flowers and the broken vase to lay you down on the couch. He covers you with the tattered blanket and gives you a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you, fuck, I love you,” he whispers against your skin before he puts the last brick in place, sealing you up in his mind before turning to leave.

His new numb state is preferred to the hole you pierced in his heart, and he will end the people who did this to you, to the both of you. The elevator door dings as it opens, and he takes one look back before stepping inside.

The world will know his fury for taking the only thing he has ever loved.