#instead of skipping out on the hard work by--what--dying?

[ladylooch]

Bones - Part 18 [Mack x David]

A/N: I love so much about this, but the way the opening part of this one lives rent free in my head at all times, since I wrote it. Mack, get it girl 👏🏻 I want all that David is packing in this one.

Word Count: 4.6k

June

Outside the window in front of her, Mack watches as her husband rolls back up to the barn with his truck. A cold mist drizzles down from the sky, coating everything in dampness. The dirt is mud beneath his boots as he starts to unload posts and extra fencing from the back of his truck. He wears his worn leather work gloves to protect his hands. A local mechanic shop’s hoodie is on his big upper body. His hood is up, cover his black hair from the rainy morning.

Mack takes another long sip of her coffee, tilting her head to the side. She takes in his full ass in his blue, Carhartt jeans. The bulge from his can of tobacco has worn a white circle into the denim on his left side. His muscles scrunch and bulge as he gathers the remaining materials in his hands before disappearing into the barn. 

Farmer David has her heart and mind this morning. 

The coffee pot beeps beside of her and hisses out hot steam as it ends a brewing cycle. Mack grabs David’s thermos, pouring in the black liquid to prepare to bring it to him. He snuck out this morning while she was still sleeping, but she is dying to have coffee with him on this rainy, cold Saturday.

With the thermos in hand, Mack heads over to the closet, getting out her leather boots so her socks stay dry from the rain. She skips a rain jacket, instead grabbing a Rangers hoodie, and tossing it over her shoulders. On her head, she places a Budweiser hat David got her as a joke. She double checks Nicky is still sleeping on her monitor app, then quietly exits the house. David is still hidden inside the barn. She walks in with her hands stuffed into her sweatshirt pocket, thermos pinched against her ribs. 

Clanking of metal and tools sounds close to the front of the green tractor he is now working on. He’s been up for hours, fixing fence, feeding animals, and now instead of being done with the mandatory things and calling it a day, her hard working man is on to the next task. She gets closer, seeing him bent inside. His huge shoulder muscles strain against the blue fabric on them. One foot is slightly lifted off the ground, mud hanging off of it, while a worn, oil rag is tucked into his back pocket by his tobacco tin. 

Mack walks to the front, setting his thermos on the work bench and taking in the view. He starts muttering to himself, grunting as he twists a tool harder around a bolt… or maybe it’s a nut. Mack doesn’t really know. But the angle and force tightens his muscles further and suddenly she has to check her lips for drool. 

“That should do it.” He murmurs to himself. He puts a few fingers on it, wiggling, then tightens it a smidge more before backing out from under the hood. “Hi honey.” He says without looking over at her.

“How do you know I’m here?”

“I can smell your perfume.” He responds, not taking his eyes off the engine. “Otherwise, you would have surprised me.” He licks his lips, then does one last small twist with his tool on another bolt. “You up already eh?” He steps towards her as he wipes his hands on the towel in his back pocket. “It’s barely 7.”

“Yeah I know. And it’s a Saturday.”

He raises his eyebrows at her. 

“Why does it matter that it’s the weekend?” He tosses the used towel onto the work bench, then wraps his arms around her hips. He pulls her into his chest. It’s slightly damp from the misty rain but Mack doesn’t mind. Beneath that dampness is the furnace she was missing when she awoke this morning. She runs her hands up his chest to his shoulders, anchoring herself there for a kiss. His tongue curves over her bottom lip, eating her up in a way that makes Mack spacey.

“It’s a problem that you’re out here working so hard and not in bed with me.”

“What would I be doing in there that’s better than this?” He asks cheekily.

“Working hard on something else.” Mack smirks up at him, accepting his next kiss with more enthusiasm, bringing up the heat between them.

The rain starts to pick up outside, hitting the metal roof with heavier pings. Mack looks up at the new roof David replaced with the farm hands last summer. It used to leak like crazy during storms but the new steel shields them. A soft roll of thunder sounds out and Mack grins.

“Hmm?” He asks her about her look. She hooks her hands around his neck and pulls his face down to hers.

“Tell me you’re going to make all my rom-com dreams come true right now.”

“Mrs. Mackenzie, did you come out here to get laid?”

“Yes.” He laughs, head tilted back as his stomach tightens and shoulders shake from the effort.

“I can’t stop thinking about the story you, Cody, and Felix were talking about earlier this summer. About how despite what they think, you’ve never had sex in this barn.”

Felix and Cody hadn’t been able to believe it. Apparently David and his high school girlfriend were known for sneaking off to get busy. David had been adamant it never happened. 

“My dad would have whooped my ass if he caught me doing anything by his John Deere.” David had said at the time, rubbing at his mustache and smirking a little too hard.

“Yeah? What about it?”

“I think you’re a liar.” She confesses, rolling her hand down his chest to cup him over the zipper of his jeans. He protrudes stiffly as he presses his hips into her palm.

“Mmmm, I’m not lying, honey. No one in here. Ever.” 

“Not even a titty grab?”

“Well…” He trails off, then brings a hand under her breast. He makes a C with his fingers, cupping the right one. His thumb strokes across the center where her nipple protrudes from the cold. “Now I have.” He whispers against her lips. His tongue plays with hers as he urges her head fully back so he can consume her mouth better.

“No head?”

David scoffs, eyes closing as if in torment.

“No, but I fucking tried. I’ll admit that.” Mack giggles, smiling broadly. 

“Should I make your dreams come true?” She whispers seductively. 

“I love you too much to let you get on your knees in this barn, honey.” He chuckles. He smoothes her fly away hairs back from her forehead, then looks over at the work bench. He cocks an eyebrow at her. She gives him a look of approval back. His arms fall back to her waist, scooping her up into his arms.

David brings Mack over to the work bench. To her left, he begins to clear a better spot off, then leaves the barn, murmuring that he will be back. He returns with a blanket in his hands, the one he had used to cover her when she gave birth to Nicky almost a year ago.  He lays it down for a different purpose now, then he lifts her up onto it.

“I’ve always imagined this with you….” He jokes, pretending to be bashful like it really is a movie. Bashful isn’t something David can play convincingly. Instead he comes across confident in his pursuit. Mack falls a bit back onto the blanket, giggling as her hands support her weight. David unbuttons her jeans, then works them down her thighs and off her legs completely.

“Oh Farmer Davey. This night has been so special to me. Please… make love to me.” She bats her lashes at him.

“You’re better than a movie, honey.” He whispers, cupping her face. It’s so sincere, Mack actually blushes.

David steps between her open legs. Mack watches him undo his jeans, bottom lip tucked between her teeth. It’s a sight to behold. Strong fingers working at the metal enclosures. The way he tucks his thumbs into the waistband of his clothes to work them off his hips. How he widens his stance to keep them at mid thigh, then gathers his cock confidently into his hand. Mack can feel her eyes melt like chocolate. His big palm wraps around his shaft, stroking twice before he steps forward to run his swollen head through her wet folds. 

“C’mere.” He murmurs, reaching for her neck. He pulls her to kiss him as he pushes in that first, tight inch. Mack gasps into his mouth, then bites down on his bottom lip as he keeps going. 

“Mmm.” She moans, turning the bite into a nibble. Goosebumps cover her body, tightening her nipples beneath her shirt. Her fingers grip his neck, then thread through his hair, scratching at his scalp.

“So good, honey.” He whispers into her mouth. 

His hips pump in and out slowly, working her up into a pace that they both want to be at. The coil in Mack’s core begins to tighten. She rolls her hips down into him, chasing for more until he gives it to her. The fronts of his thighs hit the work bench, jiggling tools and metal cans of nuts, nails, and screws. It’s loud and echos each of his thrusts through the barn. The rain picks up, another roll of thunder washes over the farm, and then a low, growly groan rocks from David’s chest. 

“Look so pretty with my cock inside you, baby. Spread out just for me…” David tugs her closer to the edge of the work bench, switching up the angle to brush against her velvet button. Mack whimpers. David holds her hips down to stop her helping. Her head lists backwards, rolling off her shoulder so her throat is exposed for him. He brings a hand up, stroking down the thick column as it expands and shrinks from each breath into her lungs. 

Mack feels electrically alive as her orgasm rocks through her. David works her through it, gritting his teeth together to save his for their next position. 

“You gonna bend over for me now? Let me really give you what you came out here for, hmm?” He requests as he pulls her off the work bench.

He lets her feet drop back to the ground, then eats her up with his gaze as she turns seductively. She bucks her bare ass back into his wet cock. She leans forward, crossing her arms, then laying her cheek on them like the good girl he wants her to be. Her bottom lip rolls into her mouth again as he pushes in. Her eyelashes flutter, and a squeaky exhale falls from her parted lips. 

She loves this feeling, like he’s going to fuck his way through her body. It’s so deep and intense, even when he’s going slow, letting her adjust to the new depth he is reaching. David glides an arm across her hips, leaning more forward. His chest stays connect to her back, only his hips working in and out of her. He presses all the way forward, getting as deep as he can, balls rubbing against her clit. He works his hips in a circular motion that has Mack holding her breath. 

“Fuck.” She finally exhales in a gasp. “Th-that’s good. Really good.” She inhales deeply, then lets it out in a fast moan. 

“Yeah? You love this cock, huh honey?” He holds her there, letting her savor it, turning her face to the side so he can devour her mouth. Then he begins to build back up into slow but powerful thrusts. He takes his time with her now, really pushing the limits of her with their bodies pressing together. One of his hands glides from her waist to her shoulder where her neck meets it. His fingers fold over towards her chest, thumb brushing at the curled hairs at the back of her neck, rubbing circles. 

“Your pussy’s s’good. So wet. All for me. Got her trained so well.” He praises.

Sharp staccato breaths begin spilling from Mack. She drops her head back to her crossed arms, trying to resist the buckling her knees want to do. David can sense it, holding her tighter across her hips. The hand on her neck circles around to her throat, easing her head back to his shoulder. His grip tightens on her throat, then he pounds into her with no holding back. Mack grips his forearm, fingernails digging in as he gives her everything he’s got left. The demanding thrusts take her under fast. Her whole body spasms through her orgasm. Mack yells out his name, groaning before the intensity steals her voice completely.

“Fuck yes.” David moans spilling his load into her with four final bucks. Mack feels his cum pooling together, then dripping out of her immediately as he pulls out. His cock spasms against her ass as he gathers her in his arms to kiss her deeply over her shoulder. His mustache tickles her nose as sweet, soft pecks work their way along her entire mouth. “Mmm, this with you, anytime, honey.” 

A chill moves through Mack as David steps back. He works himself back into his clothes, then grabs hers. Delicately, he threads her feet back into both items of clothing, then slides them up her legs. Mack falls back against his shoulder as he works the zipper and button back into place. Her eyes are closed, complete mush on his chest.

“My baby is tired.” He murmurs, ghosting a hand over her hair. He kisses her temple tenderly. 

“Yeah. But our baby is about to wake up. Come have breakfast with us?”

“Okay.” He agrees quietly. 

With both of them fully clothed again, Mack and David head out of the barn, holding hands. Felix is pulling back into the driveway, which makes Mack realize how close they were to getting caught. Like teenagers. She hides her giggle in David’s arm as Felix rolls the window down.

“Hey, you need help?”

“No I’m heading in. Might be back out later, but everything that needs to get done is done for the day.” 

“Alright. See you tomorrow.” He waves then continues on to his house. 

“Five minutes earlier and damn would he have had a show.”

“We can never do that again.” Mack shakes her head. David gasps as they walk up the front porch steps.

“Honey, no. You can’t give barn sex and then take it away.” He extends his hand out towards the barn. Mack shakes her head at him again. His hand drops to his thigh in a dramatic slap. Mack kisses his cheek in reassurance. He grabs the door, holding it open for her. He watches her ass as she walks into the entry way, kicking off her boots. David keeps his out on the front porch then jumps into the house to avoid his socks getting wet. 

A soft cry sounds from their son’s room. David looks towards it, beaming with joy that his baby is up.

“I got him.” He tells her.

Mack goes to the kitchen to start working on breakfast for their little man. Today is a single egg, some banana and a bottle of whole milk. 

“I know, I miss her too when I sleep.” She hears her husband murmur as he comes down the hall. “But then I get to see her every morning and it’s the best part of the day.” 

Mack look over her shoulder, smiling at her boys. Nicky’s black hair is wild and staticky, which makes her laugh. The little boy lights up like a summer sunrise when he sees his mama. He reaches for Mack who gathers him into her chest, smooching all over his cheeks. She pays extra attention to his huge dimples. 

“Good morning!!!” She coos to their happy baby. “Aren’t you just the most handsome boy in the whole world? Look at you!” She pokes his belly, making him break out into giggles. David pinches at his sides, escalating the giggles until the three of them are laughing so hard their cheeks hurt. 

David’s hand glides across Mack’s shoulders, holding her close. His face turns into her hair and he kisses her.

“Thank you, honey. You made us the perfect baby.” 

Mack grins.

He gives her way too much credit for that. 

But he is right. Their baby is perfect.

She can’t wait to celebrate one year of him soon.

- - - & - - -

July

“Honey?” Mack hears her husband call into the house where she is at the kitchen counter. Her and her mom are just finishing cutting up a ton of fruit for Nicky’s first birthday party.

“Yeah, babe?” She calls back to him.

“Can you come look at this to make sure it’s what you’re thinking before Cody leaves to wash up?”

“Sure.” Mack wipes her hands on a hand towel, then looks at her mom. “Are you good?”

“Yes. Go.” She nods, continuing to cube the watermelon.

“I’ll help mom finish.” Lucie says as they pass each other in the doorway.

“Thank you.” Mack smiles, then heads towards her husband. He holds the door open for her as Mack slides her feet into her Birkenstocks. She steps onto the porch then gasps in excitement. “Oh my gosh! Ah!” Mack claps excitedly. “It looks so good!”

For their son’s first birthday, the theme had to be farm animals. After the barn got a fresh coat of vibrant red paint a few weeks ago, Mack knew they should have the barn as the center of the party. With that, she had an idea of getting a ton of balloons and dotting them in an arch all over the entrance of the barn. The balloons have reds, blues, and cow print patterns on them, creating a fun and festive glow. They won’t have any food inside the barn, but the gathering tables are set out in front of it while Nicky’s high chair is sitting in the shaded area by the arch.

“It looks great.” She brings her clasped hands in front of her mouth. “I’m so in love with it.” 

“Good.” David smirks, squeezing her shoulder. He brushes her neck with a few thumb swipes then steps forward. “We are good, Code.” 

“Thank you!” Mack yells to him. He tosses her a wave, then heads towards his truck after speaking to David briefly.

“Ooooo, that looks great!” Sophie pops her head out, inspecting the work. “Nicky is going to be so excited when he wakes up from his nap.”

“Hopefully not for another hour though.” Mack insists. Any earlier and they will have a cranky birthday boy on their hands.

In that hour, the food is stationed all throughout the kitchen, dining room and part of the living room area. With the bugs and wind, putting it outside was not an option. Instead, the porch is lined with coolers filled with drinks. People start arriving as Nicky is waking up from his nap. David goes into his room, waking him up in a quiet space and changing him into his farmer outfit. 

“Look who’s up, mama.” David says as he comes into the kitchen with Nicky. He is dressed in little Oshkosh overalls and a plain white shirt. On his upper lip is the stick on mustache Connor brought last year. Mack laughs, clapping her hands and then leaning forward to smooch her husband. 

“That’s cute, babe.” 

“He doesn’t like the straw hat, but is okay with this one.” David rubs at the denim bucket hat on their son’s head.

“That’s okay! He looks so adorable.”

“Gimme.” Sophie demands, taking her nephew from David. “Let’s go see your party, Nicky!” 

Mack and David trail after Sophie as she brings their baby around all the different stations. She ooos and awes over the food with him including the rice Krispy treats that she calls hay bales. His smash cake is also on the dessert table and he tries to reach for it.

“No, no. Not yet!” She chuckles. “We need everyone to be around for that.” Instead, Sophie gives him a bite of watermelon to gum on. 

Sophie wanders outside, showing him the tables with various colored table clothes, the different games for the various kids who are coming to celebrate, and of course, the balloon arch.

“Now say thank you uncle Cody for the balloon arch!” Sophie cheers, holding up Nicky’s fist so he can fist bump. Cody does, careful of the condensation covered beer bottle in his fist. 

“Anything for you, little dude.”

“Hey, does he need sunscreen?” Mack asks her husband, covering her eyes as the cloud moves past the sun.

“No, I put it on.”

“Okay.” Mack nods.

“There is nothing else to do but have fun, honey.” David says into her hair. Mack nods. He is right; it’s time to enjoy the celebration. 

For the next few hours, Mack’s hands feel weirdly empty, even with the High Noon in her grasp. Everything is taken care of by her husband, her sisters, her parents, or Lorena. It’s weird to be sitting down, socializing and not up hustling after the baby or cleaning something. Weird, but not bad at all. 

Mack brings the can of her drink up, rolling her eyes as her brother in law talks about her birth story like he was there.

“I feel like you don’t talk about this enough.” Connor shakes his head, opening up a juice box for Winnie. “Like that was so bad *he mouths* ass. Like… Nicky will be a legend for years to come.”

“I’m just glad I survived.” Mack chuckles, shaking her head. Although that’s actually valid and maybe not as funny as she is brushing it off to be. 

“I offered to recreate the drive early this morning with her.” David says pointing to the East where they barely made it a few miles last year. Everyone laughs. 

“Maybe next year.” Mack shrugs. 

It would be fun to recreate that drive with her husband some day. To reflect and have appreciation for everything they did that night to safely bring their son into the world together. But it’s only been a year and the birth trauma is a little fresh for Mack still. With that in mind, she changes the subject.

“Are we ready for some cake?” 

“Yes!!!!!!!!!!” Winnie yells. Mack chuckles.

“What, the five hay bales you had weren’t enough?”

“No. It’s not the same as cake. It’s just cereal and marshmallows. I could have that for breakfast.”

“True.” Mack nods. “Do you want to help me? I need a helper for plates and napkins and forks.”

“Yeah!” Winnie takes off towards the house.

“Daddy, can you help me with the big cake?” Mack asks her husband.

“Mhm.” He stands up immediately and they walk hand in hand to the porch.

Once inside, Winnie gathers up all the items from the bags on the table and hauls them outside. Mack smiles, watching Lucie help her get everything settled outside. In his grandpa’s arms, Nicky tries to reach for a balloon on the arch. Large hands come to Mack’s hips at the dessert table as she carefully picks up Nicky’s cake. 

“The other cake is in the fridge.” Mack tells her husband. He doesn’t listen. Instead, he winds his hands along her stomach, pulling her back until they press together.

“I’m so in love with you, honey.” Mack whimpers and leans deeper into his chest. His arms tighten, one going across her chest to hold her shoulder. He is careful of the cake as he kisses her cheek. “Seriously. So obsessed with you and our boy.” 

“I love you.” She sighs to him. He steps back, then his boots thump against the floor as he heads to grab the cake from the fridge. Together, they walk back outside. Kids of various ages run around their legs, so excited for a piece of sugar. 

“I want that piece! That one!” Winnie yells, putting her fingers into it to mark it.

“Hey, hey!” Connor grabs her hand, bringing it out of the cake. “We don’t put our fingers in people’s food. Or by knives.” He holds Winnie in place while David cuts the rest of the pieces. Everyone is given a piece and then Mack brings the smash cake over to their baby. 

“Are you ready?” She asks, laughing at literally everyone with their phones up.

“Y’all are more than welcome to take videos and pictures, but please help us protect our boy and keep them off social media.” David reminds everyone of their parental rule. He nods at Mack once he feels people understand how serious he is and she sets it down. David wraps an arm around her waist, smiling as Nicky carefully inspects the cake. He brings the white, butter cream frosting to his lips then starts to bounce excitedly in his high chair at the taste.

The crowd giggles and cheers as he pulls out a fist full of cake and frosting. Mack can’t help but tear up. Her bottom lip quivers between her teeth and she exhales heavily in her husband’s arms. She is so in love with that baby. What a gift it’s been the last year to be his mom and raise a baby with the love of her life. 

Mack sniffs, reaching up to wipe the tears off her cheeks. She can remember everything about a year ago today. The discomfort. The contractions building quickly. The panic in her voice when she asked David if they were going to make it to the hospital. Then the way her husband came through as a real life super hero for them. He was calm, steady, unwavering as he did what had to be done. Mack squeezes his forearm in recognition, so thankful for the man she made that little boy with.

After the festivities die down, Mack and David take advantage of numerous baby sitters in the house and head out to the sunflower patch they have replanted year after year to keep their proposal site fresh. They each have a beer with them, David brings a blanket, and they curl up on the bench he made years ago now. 

“I can’t believe how fast this year has gone.” Mack sighs, looking at the streaks of the sunset across the sky.

“I know. He is so big. How is he already cruising on those legs so fast?”

“I don’t know. We need to do better baby proofing here.”

“Yeah.” David agrees. “It’s hard cause there is so much more stuff he can get into now. I feel like we need those alerts on the door for next summer that ding when the door opens.”

“Oh for sure.” Mack nods enthusiastically. “When you were out with Cody, before his nap, he was grabbing all the pictures from the tables and throwing them. Literally, throwing them.”

“He is gonna be a little terror and I love it.” 

“The next one better be a girl.”

“Next one, eh?” He grins at her. 

“I would do this again with you, babe.” She says quietly, pressing her smile into his bicep.

“Soon?”

“Let’s get through this season. Next summer we can talk. When we have a two year old.” Mack instantly tears up. “I hate that it goes as fast as they say.”

“Me too, baby. That’s why we will just have to keep adding to this pack.”

“That’s not the solution.” She rolls her eyes. 

“I know. I just want a ton of babies with you. Our life is so full and incredible.”

Mack smiles. 

She could do 100 more years of this life with him.

Read more Mack and David here.

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sorry definitely not thinking, again, about portgas d. "for his whole life simply wanted to be loved" ace, dying in an embrace

[plethorawrites]

I feel like we skipped over Club Owner Jason way too fast. Think of all the possibilities...

Club Owner Jason: Who thinks it's a chore more than anything but does it because he trusts himself to have control of the iceberg lounge more than Oswald.

Club Owner Jason: Who shows up every night, purposely scaring some guests, making a scene of throwing someone out once in a while just to prove a point and pass the time because it's boring sitting in the back, just watching the large crowds.

Club Owner Jason: Who spots you out of crowd, curious as to how he's never noticed you before when he knew every dancers name, as he did with all his staff for their safety.

Club Owner Jason: Who realizes you cut your hair recently, dying it a different shade, which wasn't unusual for dancers to do from time to time, but God, you suddenly stood out.

Club Owner Jason: Who pulled you from the floor to satisfy his own curiosity and when you—who was oddly enough not afraid of him the way most of his staff was—complained that he was eating away at your tips by doing so, suggested you dance for him instead. He was a much better tipper than any possible guest.

Club Owner Jason: Who watches your every move, his eyes hardly ever leaving your body unless it was to look you in the eyes, which, were just as stunning, he quickly realized while feeling mesmerized.

Club Owner Jason: Who is true to his word and tips you exceptionally well to compensate for being your only client that night, sliding several hundred dollars into your palms before twirling a strand of your hair in his fingers and asking you to dance for him again tomorrow night.

Club Owner Jason: Who keeps pulling you from the floor so often you stop asking your manager where you're going because you know it'll be to him, like always and to be entirely honest, you don't mind, because he's twice as respectful as most clients and far better at paying you what you're worth.

Club Owner Jason: Who one day, after especially hard day, wants to do more than just stare at you and dates to ask for your permission to touch you, just for a few minutes.

Club Owner Jason: Who pulls you onto his lap, his hands resting on your hips gently, staying completely still as he lays his head on your shoulder, breathing quietly against your neck.

Club Owner Jason: Whose hair you gently run your hands through, letting him rest against you in such an oddly intimate moment you wonder if this is really the guy everyone is so scared of. (Multiple of your fellow dancers has asked you how you were so calm always going to see him.)

Club Owner Jason: Who can't stop himself from shifting his head a bit, pressing a kiss to your exposed collar bone before immediately apologizing for doing so, clearly having lost his mind for a moment.

Club Owner Jason: Who moves to let you up, knowing fully well that this isn't your job and he's not willing to ask for those kind of services from you, only for you to stop him, enjoying the feeling of his hands on your hips. It felt almost natural.

Club Owner Jason: Who quietly asks you, almost hesitantly, why you're not afraid of him, only for you to shrug, not even sure if the answer yourself.

Club Owner Jason: Who brushes a piece of hair from your face, staring at you in silence for a long time before eventually asking if you'd ever let him know you outside of work, if you'd ever let him do this without getting paid for it..

Club Owner Jason: Who feels his heart clench when you tell him yes without hesitation.

[aurorawritestoescape]

ALL THE GOOD GIRLS GO TO HELL

Stepdad Joel Miller x f!reader || 4,7k

part 3 of A Step Into Hell || can be read alone

Summary: you can't stop thinking about your stepdad so you do something risky to have a little more of him. But Joel is not the "little more" kind of guy.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, step-cest, Joel's POV, reader’s pov, still technically dub con but reader's very into it, big legal age gap, dark!Joel, perv!Joel, possessive!joel, f!oral, both holes pronouns, cock pronouns, corruption, object insertion, fingering, creampie, degradation, anal, praise kink, daddy kink, pussy spanking, cum eating, swearing. The pics are for the mood only. Reader has no specific physical descriptions. Joel can lift reader.

A/n: huge thank you to my love @milla-frenchy for this inspiring ask, for beta-ing and for the title. ILYSM❤️ also thank you to everyone who enjoys this naughty series, I’m grateful for your love, your asks and your thots! I hope you’ll enjoy this part❤️‍🔥 dividers by @/saradika-graphics

SERIES MASTERLIST || MASTERLIST

”Joel, wake up.”

Joel opened his eyes, startled by a figure standing next to the bed in the darkness of the bedroom. He cursed under his breath when he realized it was just you.

“Hmm?” all he could muster to say, groggy with sleep.

“Can you — can we talk?” you whispered and beckoned him with a hand.

Joel was blinking at you for a few seconds and then his eyes slid over your barely clothed figure. Even in his half awake state he realized that it wasn’t normal - you, standing in his and his wife’s bedroom in your tiny pajamas like a slutty ghost, your voice shaky with nerves.

Joel got up, moving carefully so as not to wake up his sleeping wife. As he was following you downstairs a scary thought passed through his mind - what if your guilt brought you to him in the middle of the night? Did you feel bad for sleeping with your mother’s husband and decided to break your thing off? No! He’d just found a perfect fuck toy in his own backyard and he wasn’t going to let you slip out of his paws. So he decided to intimidate you and remind you that he had you by the pussy.

You

You thought that Joel was hot the moment your mother introduced you to him but when you started living under the same roof, his rough nature, gruff voice, piercing eyes and broad frame became your obsession. You wanted him to be with you, not with your mom. It was so filthy and naughty to think like that about your stepdad and your heart skipped a beat every time he was staring at you. You were scared that somehow he had read your mind and realized that his stepdaughter was a cock-craving freak. Needy and desperate for him.

You would have never confessed your feelings but somehow you got what you wanted anyway.

Yet your thirst wasn’t satisfied, instead it grew and grew until it took over your mind and body. You couldn't sleep any more - your nights were spent tossing and turning, sweating against the clingy sheets and thinking of Joel. Remembering his hands greedily exploring your body, his lips, too mean to give you a long kiss, but hot enough to brand you as his, his cock so deep inside you, it was hard to take a breath.

Tonight was especially hard. He hadn’t fucked you in three days - you were busy with the college, he worked late and your mom always seemed to be around. You were dying to get filled by his him, to feel his body pressed to yours. But most of all you craved to be degraded by him. Whenever you saw each other, he was cold, indifferent, looking through you and it was understandable - he had to keep your sick relationship a secret, especially in front of your mom, but it elevated your need even more. You wanted him to be mean, to call you a slut, to manhandle you, to give you anything to satisfy your twisted thirst for his attention.

All you had was your pink dildo; after Joel prohibited you from getting some on the side, the toy was your only respite. The one that still had Joel’s fingerprints on the shaft. No way you’d wash him away. You were so desperate you slept with it like with a damn teddy bear, it was always in your hands when you were alone in your bedroom, feeling empty without your stepdad’s cock plugging you, cold without his arms around your body.

You’d been fucking yourself sensless every night but all in vain. Your body and mind demanded him, your attraction turned into a fixation. You must have gone completely crazy with ‘the horny’ but on the fourth day in the middle of the night, surprisingly even for yourself, your feet carried you to his bedroom.

Joel

You led Joel to the kitchen and when you both entered, you turned on a little light over the cooker and stood a few steps away from him. Joel shivered, feeling chilly only in his boxers and a white tank top, and grumbled with an intention to intimidate you,

“What’s up?”

You looked anxious as hell, shifting on your bare feet, chest heaving under your cute pajama top, restless hands fidgeting with the lace on your shorts. You looked so small and vulnerable in front of him, that Joel’s cock twitched.

“I— Joel — sorry for waking you up but — I can’t sleep.”

Your stepdad furrowed his bushy brows.

”Want me to sing you a lullaby or some shit? How the hell is it my problem?“

He glanced at the clock and then glared at you, his hands on his hips.

“I have to get up in 3 hours.”

Avoiding his stare, your eyes slid down his broad torso and landed on his bulge. He followed her line of sight and smirked at his hard cock creating a glorious tent in his boxers.

“What a little slut. ‘s called morning wood. Don’t be flattered, jus’ nature.”

You quickly looked away, but he didn’t miss the way you bit your soft lower lip and pressed your thighs together.

“Wait...” His breath hitched. With his eyes narrowed he took a step towards you.

Could it be…? No way! Did you wake him up because you were horny?

Suddenly Joel was 100% awake.

You shifted back and pressed your body to the counter, looking embarrassed. And there was something else in the way you moved. Need.

‘Fuck. Me.’ Joel thought, staring at you, as a mixture of triumph and relief expanded his chest.

The bitch didn’t want to break up with him, she wanted him to break her back. A wolfish grin twisted his face as he cooed, inching closer,

“Aww, someone needs daddy’s milk to sleep better?”

He grabbed himself by the heavy balls and gave them a shake, stepping up closer to you. “Have it all right here for ya.”

Now there were mere inches between you and him. You looked so delicious - your eyes downcast, your body almost trembling out of your clothes, fast breaths making your chest flutter.

“My cock-hungry girl,” he whispered.

You shook your head, still not daring to look at him, but stayed silent. Yes, it must be hard for you to deny the obvious — you were madly horny for your stepdad.

Joel tilted his head and his smile faded. He shifted his jaw, suddenly serious and concentrated. There were so many ways he could ruin you tonight and he had just a few hours. Why did he always have so little time with you?

“Don’t worry, sweetie, I’ll take good care of you,” he whispered in your ear and bucked his hips against your lower belly, making you gasp. “Your pussy keeps you up at night?” —his hands slowly pulled down your shorts— “She wants my meaty cock?”— he lightly slapped your folds and you moaned his name — “Poor thing.”— He massaged your wet pussy —“Hungry cunt, always drenched.”— Slap!

“Ahh!” you cried out. Slap—slap—slap!

“Joelllll….”

Your hands grasped his strong biceps, nails hurting him like a little kitten would, while he was spanking your damp folds with his paddle of a hand.

“A few days without daddy’s dick and you run to him —,” Joel pushed his index and middle fingers between your folds —”in the middle of the night…riskin to wake up your mother.”

Joel shoved his thick fingers inside you and started fucking you slowly and steadily. Soon you were whimpering and shaking, eyes shut, lips parted, almost drooling.

“What if you woke her up, huh? What’d you say? ‘I need daddy to fuck me to sleep?’”

“Nooo, Joel—“, all you could do was to moan.

“You know what I like to be called.”

“Daddy -ohh, daddy…”

You spread your legs wider, watching his hand work your pussy until Joel spat,

“Eyes on me.”

You followed his command and he almost came in his boxers.

“Look at you, dirty slut, you love it. Love bein finger-fucked by your stepdad.”

Your beautiful face was twisted with pleasure he was giving you and he pressed his lips to yours and licked possessively into your mouth.

Joel was rubbing his clothed hard-on against your side, working himself up, and then pushed your clit with his thumb and started rubbing it up and down in rhythm with his fingers, that were knuckles deep inside you. You mewled into his mouth and soon your pussy began clamping on his digits hard and fast.

Joel parted from your lips and watched you closely, reveling in the way your body was succumbing to his dirty actions. He still couldn’t believe that he got to do that to his hot stepdaughter. Corrupting you felt so damn good.

When you fell into his arms, exhausted from the hard climax, he lifted you and helped you to wrap your weak legs around his waist.

“Daddy’s turn, sweetie,” he huffed, carrying you to the door, and after checking that the coast was clear, stepped into the hall.

“Lie down,” Joel ordered, locking the laundry room door behind you two and turning on the dim lights. There wasn’t much space but it was enough for him to have some fun with you.

“Right here? On the floor?”

“Damn! Ain’t ya a fucking princess,” he grumbled. “‘k, I guess my knees could use a little padding too.”

He grabbed a basket with dirty laundry and unceremoniously dropped its contents on the floor. Then he scattered the clothes with his bare foot and motioned for you to get comfortable.

You looked at the messy makeshift bed with a pout and then at Joel but his dark eyes told you to do what he’d said and soon you were lying on your back in front of him.

“Good girl,” he sneered, palming himself at the sight of you. Then he kneeled down with a grunt, settled between your legs after spreading them wide with his bear paws.

“Oops, daddy ruined your shorts, babydoll.“ A dark spot between your legs made him salivate and he quickly slid your bottoms off.

The view of your naked cunt, wet and pretty, was the last drop. His desire skyrocketed and took control over him completely. He didn’t care about anything else at that moment, he wanted to grab, thrust, squeeze, bite, eat you whole. He’d never felt anything like that before, the animalistic need to claim your every inch.

“Top up. Show me the girls.”

You exposed your breasts and he ogled your body for a few moments.

“Fucking ‘ell. I hate you. You can’t be this fuckin hot.”

Your little smile was cute but soon your lips parted and you gasped when he leaned down and pushed his nose right between your folds. He took a deep breath and growled, sending vibrations through your tense body. You jerked with overstimulation but Joel didn’t care. Keeping your thighs apart with his palms, he was busy sliding his nose like a credit card up and down your cunt, coating his face with your juices, collecting some with his plush bottom lip and tasting you greedily.

It didn’t take long for your thighs to tremble and when Joel sucked in your clit between his lips with a loud slurp, you came again. Joel drank everything your pulsating cunt had to offer, then sat back admiring the way your pussy clamped around nothing.

”Fuck. This cunt. Wish I could put you in my pocket and carry you around. Fuck you whenever I want. Wouldn’t it be nice?”

Your eyes were closed, chest heaving, and Joel lightly slapped your mound to get your attention.

“Ouch… Yeah, yes, daddy.”

Joel’s cock was rock hard, his boxers soaked with prefuck juice, but he wanted to keep playing with his stepdaughter as long as he could.

“Ya know I still have your panties. They were handy when you were studyin. Jizzed all over them. Now they’re ruined.”

He glanced at the stacks of clothes on the dryer and picked up one piece.

“These yours, right?”

You nodded slowly blinking at the pink lacy thong in his hand. He pressed it to his nose and mumbled with disgust,

“Clean.”

Suddenly his face lit up.

“Let’s make a souvenir for daddy, uh?”

“What?”

Joel answered your question when he brought the thong between your thighs and began wiping your pussy with it, soaking the fabric with your cum.

“Here we go, now they gonna smell of your tasty snatch.”

You were mewling, jerking again and again when he’d graze your puffy clit with his hand, but your legs stayed open for him. At one point Joel slid the panties over your entrance, that was stretched by his fingers, and without any thought in his mind he began pushing the thong into your glistening hole.

“What are you doing?!” You gasped, lifting yourself up on your elbows, your eyes wide.

“To soak ‘em better,” he mumbled, inserting the panties into your soft hole with his thick fingers. “Nice ‘d wet.”

He tilted his head, admiring the view of your cunt sucking the lace in, fluttering around the fabric, while you both were panting, aroused to the max at the sight.

When his hand was working, Joel’s eyes would fall on your asshole, winking at him from time to time.

It was calling to him - ‘Fuck me, Joel. Stick your fat cock right here.’

Joel stopped stuffing you with your thong only when the side string was sticking out of your hungry pussy.

He took a deep breath and looked up at your face.

“I’ll let it sit for a bit, ‘k? Ya pussy full now so… I’ma fuck your ass, baby.”

You

Joel looked crazy— eyes blown out, curly hair disheveled, mouth parted, lips and chin wet with your slick, so when he announced that he was going to fuck your ass, all your holes clenched extremely hard. You’d never done anal before but you could imagine that taking such a huge cock would split your ass in two. And you loved your ass. You didn’t want to go to the ER in the middle of the night.

‘Help me, doctor. I ...I fell on my stepdad's cock.’

Yet Joel was too hot to say ‘no’ to. His broad chest, stretching his tank top with every mighty breath, his monstrous bulge between the thick thighs, his handsome face, his muscular arms, his veiny hands…you could come just from staring at him. And the best part was that he wanted you. So much that it made your head spin and your knees buckle.

He probably noticed your scared expression, you weren’t really hiding it, and gave you a faux sweet smile. Then he cooed at you with the weirdest tone of voice — sugary and calming, that was so not like him, it made you even more anxious.

“I’ll be careful, sweetie.”

Suddenly he got up and went to the door.

“Joel?” you called but he pressed a finger to his lips, opened the lock and went out.

Joel came back a minute later holding something in his fist. He took his place between your legs, your pussy still full with your panties, and you saw a little bottle in his hands.

“Got us some lube, sweetie. Bought it the next day we fucked. For your ass. And we both know your pussy can drown the whole neighbourhood.”

A pathetic ‘aww’ almost escaped your mouth. You were down bad for him but you couldn’t show that you took ‘buying lube to ruin your butt’ as a sign of affection.

Meanwhile Joel was already opening the bottle and pulling his hard cock out. You almost moaned when you saw it. He was throbbing, his veiny thick member looked engorged and ready to destroy you. Your asshole clenched and pussy squeezed the wet thong.

”Daddy, fuck my mouth instead. Please.”

Joel, who was already pouring the slick liquid on his palm, shook his head.

“Nah, babydoll. Been there, done that. You woke me up so now face the consequences. Or rather let the consequences fuck your ass,” he chuckled and you whined, slowly closing your legs. Your inner thighs clamped against his hips and Joel froze, his eyes boring a hole in you. He clenched his jaw and his expression turned dark. A cold shiver ran down your spine. ‘He’s gonna make me,’ you thought in panic, ‘he’s gonna make me do it.’

Joel

‘Fuck! Joel thought. The bitch was about to say ‘no’. She woke him up, made him hard, made his cock leak like a fucking fountain into his boxers and now she was gonna leave him high and dry. Two orgasms spoiled her. Why the hell was he always so generous to this ungrateful brat?’

Yeah, your pussy was bomb. Yeah, you let him stick a dildo and his cock inside you, ate his cum like crème brûlée and at that moment were lying in front of him with your panties sticking out of your hole. You were a perfect slut. And yeah, your fear was valid - his schlong was huge and intimidating. But Joel knew that your ass would be heaven-like so he had to do a little ground work. Anal was worth it. You were worth it.

Joel sighed and glided his hand over your thigh.

“Ya scared?”

You nodded with your eyes glossy, lips trembling.

He sensed that you needed some sugar. So he could get your sweet ass.

“I get it,“ Joel sat on his butt and offered you his hand. You took it, looking confused, and he gently pulled you up and manhandled you to sit on his lap, your knees pressed to the floor. Your stuffed pussy snuggled up to his hard cock and Joel clenched his teeth and gathered all his will not to stick it in any hole that would be close enough. He needed to fuck something soon or he’d explode.

“It’s ok. I won’t make you do it. I'm big.”

”Yeah, so big, daddy,” you mewled, nuzzling the crease of his neck. His hands were gliding over your juicy asscheeks, soothing your nerves but also intentionally turning you on. You whimpered and he smiled in his mind. The slut was getting needy. Already feeling the tight squeeze of victory around his dick, he cooed,

”But listen… I know how to make it easy, sweetie. Know how to make it feel good for us both. You’ll feel so fuckin good, I promise.”

“Mmm,” you hummed against his skin, the sound unsure. Joel wrapped his arms tight around you and pulled you closer to his torso. Your thighs spread wider around his hips, your back arched and your butt stuck out more. Perfect.

“I also know that —,” his hand shifted to the crease of your ass and you jerked in his arms when his lubed up finger caressed your asshole, ”— she wants me too.”

Joel glided the pad of his finger over your tight ring, teasing it, spreading the lube over your puckered hole while you were moaning softly, probably fighting the urge to beg for more. But you will. Bet your cock-fearing ass you will!

“All your holes were made for me, babydoll. And this one too,” — his middle finger gently pushed on the ring — “I’ll work her open, carefully, sweetie, don’t worry, and in no time she’ll be able to take me.“ Pouring sweet honey into your ears, he inserted the tip of his digit in and your body tensed.

“Shh, relax, baby, relax. Gimme those sweet lips.”

Joel knew that you loved kissing him, always melting in his arms when his tongue was fucking into your mouth. So he gave you what you wanted - a long and passionate kiss while working your tight asshole open slowly but steadily, relaxing your muscle, making room for his fat cock.

When Joel was deep inside you to the knuckle, he moved his finger in and out a few times until you broke the kiss. You parted from his lips and searched for his eyes, almost frozen in his embrace.

“Oh, fuck, you’re inside me, Joel… daddy… I..”, you were choking on your words, your voice breathy, and he gave you a saccharine smile.

“Yes, tell me, sweetie, what do you need?”

“I need … need your cock there. Please.”

That was almost too easy but after playing with you for so long, Joel’s jizz wanted out and he was happy that your cock hunger took over your fears.

“ ‘course, babydoll. Get back down.”

He wanted to see you take him in your little ass lying on your back, wanted to see your pussy chew on your panties when his cock would neglect her and instead fuck another hole.

You were trembling, probably still scared but your eyes were screaming for a good fill.

“Hngg, like that. Hold your knees—yeah, good girl.”

“Please, be careful, Joel,” you asked with a timid voice.

Joel didn’t reply, busy applying more lube on his cock and groaning at the sensation.

“Daddy, please, be gentle.”

“I will, I will.”

Joel was hovering over your torso, his cock finally at your asshole, his wet hand guiding it. His head was empty, occupied only by you. All his being was taken over by the instinct to pierce his stepdaughter with his cock. But at the back of his mind a tiny voice reminded him that he needed to be careful with his favorite toy so he could play with it as long as possible.

Wanting you so badly that his balls were buzzing, Joel bit his lip hard to stop himself from busting just from the sensation of his cold cock-head pressed to your warm skin.

“More lube.” Yeah, he needed more.

Only when his schlong was slippery enough to fuck a whole cheerleading team, he stopped lubing it up. Your ass was worth it and he really needed you to enjoy it.

Joel pushed the tip against your hole but you weren’t letting him in.

“Babydoll, relax. Breathe deeper.”

You nodded but your chest was heaving, panic swimming in your eyes. You needed him close so Joel leaned down and covered you with his body, not putting his weight on you, just sharing his warmth.

Your eyes were inches from his, nervous, glossy, turned on.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, fuck being sorry. Just relax. Enjoy it.”

Enjoy my cock in your ass.

His tip knocked at the heaven’s door again and you finally granted him the access.

“Yeah, oh yeahhhh, baby, ahhhh—“

Joel didn’t care that he sounded needy and ecstatic, that was exactly what he was feeling at that moment. His tip was inside your glorious ass, your warm ring squeezing him hard, and to stop himself from coming, Joel closed his eyes and imagined his wife. He’d been imagining you whenever he was fucking her for some time now and he could have chuckled at the irony but at that moment only grunts and moans were leaving his mouth.

Your nails were digging into his biceps, widened eyes darting between his, your lips parted in a silent moan until you whimpered loudly, too loudly for a quiet house.

“Ahhdaddydaddydaddyyyy!”

He shut you up with a kiss and rocked his hips forward, slowly nailing your ass with his stiff cock.

If anyone had stopped him at that moment, he’d cry, that’s how amazing he was feeling. He’d fucked a fair amount of asses in his life but yours was definitely in top three.

“Need to see her take me,” be mumbled feverishly as his lips left yours and you whined.

“Quiet, needy slut. I’m still here.”

Joel was careful as he sat up and lifted your hips, wishing to stay in your tight hole and also not to rip you in two. When he dropped his head, his hands on your juicy asscheeks spreading them wider, the sight made him curse,

“Fuck— you seein it?”

He was mesmerized, watching your tight ring flutter around his glistening shaft while your stuffed pussy was squeezing the drenched panties. Your thighs began trembling when he fumbled with the wet fabric sticking out of your hole.

“Shit, baby. You’re somethin else.”

Joel slowly moved his cock, in and out, dipping it further with every forward thrust. You were watching him ruin your butt, breathing fast, and then murmured, choking on air,

”Oh my god—I feel like I’m gonna explode— don’t go deeper— please.”

Joel really wanted to push further, wanted to feel your tight ring hug the base of his cock but he was already on the verge of ecstasy, ready to empty his heavy balls. He was a glass-half-full person so half of his cock in his hot stepdaughter’s ass was enough for him. Yet wishing to keep you on your toes, he growled, “Don’t tell me what to do,” and slapped your pussy. The hit was light but his hand grazed your puffy clit and it electrified you like a bolt of lightning. You cried out through your teeth, your body tensed up and you squeezed him hard.

“Hnnnggg, yeah, choke ‘im, c’mon,” Joel grunted at the feeling and slapped your folds and clit again.

Slap- slap- slap!

“Daddyyyyy,” you moaned as you came, shaking in his arms, both of your holes contracting fast.

A string of curses left Joel’s mouth as he was watching your soft pussy nibble on your thong, making it dance over his cock.

“She’s droolin even gagged, fuckin ‘ell.”

While the orgasm was still rippling through you, he pinched the string of your panties with his thick fingers and began slowly pulling them out. It seemed to be prolonging your climax as you rolled your eyes at the sensations and kept jerking against the floor.

Joel immediately brought them to his lips and licked the fabric, breathing in your scent.

The sound he emitted was animalistic. The taste and smell of you, your asshole gripping his fat cock, the image of you, ruined and fucked out, finally made him let loose and explode inside your ass. He grabbed your hips tight and began fucking you with shallow thrusts, staying half-cock in just like you wanted. His balls were bouncing, slapping your asscheeks as their contents were flooding your channel like a tsunami.

“Take it— take it — take it,” Joel chanted through clenched teeth and you did take it — your asshole sucked in and swallowed every drop of his hot cum.

Joel slowly pulled out and dropped your butt on the pile of clothes. He tucked his cock back into his boxers and got up with a grunt, knowing well that his knees would hurt like hell the next day. It was worth it. As always after playing with his favorite fuckdoll, Joel felt greatly satisfied. As always after being fucked by him, you looked completely wrecked.

He offered you a hand and helped you to stand on your trembling legs. Then he pinched your chin and tilted your head up, searching for your hazy eyes.

“Ya good?“

You nodded with a drunk smile and he sneered. He really found a perfect slut.

“‘k, clean yourself up and go to bed. You’ll sleep really well now, babydoll.”

He pressed his body to yours and snaked his hand to your naked ass. He found your hole and gently prodded it. It was leaking his cum.

”Say ’thank you for the milk, daddy,’” he whispered, looking into your eyes with a sneer.

“Thanks for the milk. Daddy,” you mumbled, still trying to catch your breath.

Joel brought your panties to his face and took a deep whiff.

“And thank you for the souvenir, little slut,” he winked at you and then left the room.

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[edenesth]

the boy is mine

Hands pressed against his broad chest, you refused to budge, your eyes locked onto his absolutely gorgeous face. God, he looked amazing tonight. Was he even real? At times like this, you found it hard to believe that this incredible man was all yours. You bit your lip, heart fluttering as you felt his hands squeeze your hips before wrapping his long arms around you, enveloping you in his embrace.

"Let go, babe. As much as I hate to say this, I really have to go," he murmured, though his actions screamed otherwise.

"No," you whispered, your hands balling into fists as you tugged him down by his collar, pressing your forehead to his and feeling his breath warm against your lips. "I refuse, Mingi. I refuse to let you go out there, especially not when you look like this," you whined, one hand gently cupping his face. "You're mine. All mine, you hear me?" you growled softly. "Those girls can only dream of being this close to you."

His heart skipped a beat at the possessive edge in your voice. Seeing his usually shy and reserved girlfriend acting this way was a new and thrilling experience. Maybe he really did look irresistible tonight, enough to make you act like this. Lord, he was dying to kiss you senseless, but he couldn't afford to mess up his makeup now.

Instead, he smirked, pulling you closer, pressing his nose into the crook of your neck as he fought the urge to go any further. He had to keep both of you in check.

For now.

Just for now.

"That's right, babe. I'm all yours. Everyone else can only dream, but you have the real deal. I'll go and show them what they can't have. And when I'm back, I'll be all yours again. How's that sound, hm?"

You huffed. "You better be, Song."

He pulled back just enough to tilt your head up, making you meet his intense gaze. Your breath caught at the predatory look in his eyes, locked on your lips, as if he were ready to devour you.

"Oh, I will be."

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[peachhcs]

it’s a forever kind of thing

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

while in san jose, samy and will realize they can’t stay away from each other and all it takes is a dinner out to get them back together

6k words

warnings: 18+!!, smut (but like halfway through), making out, hickeys, oral (m + f receiving), unprotected sex (she’s on the pill), please read at your own risk!

GUYS! it’s here!! the long awaited fic where samy and will get back together! instead of breaking it into two, i made it one long fic, so halfway through is when they have sex, so if you don’t wanna read that u can skip over it, but i decided to just put it all in one. this took me forever to write lowkey bc i never knew how to write it, but i like how this came out so i hope you guys too!! yay!! get excited for happy will and samy coming your way again!

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the san jose heat wasn't a joke. any room in the apartment felt like it was 100° and it didn't help that they were trying to unpack boxes and build things in the high temperatures. samy was on the floor trying to figure out how to put together a shelf while also wiping the beads of sweat running down her forehead every five seconds. even the five different box fans scattered around the apartment didn't do anyone justice.

somewhere further in was will helping his mom put the bed together while grace did her best to hang frames in one of the hallways. the four of them were working hard, but the heat was quickly getting to everyone and what should've been a four hour job turned into almost six hours by now.

"what the fuck," samy mumbled to herself, eyes bouncing between the directions and the pieces of wood that definitely didn't fit together even though they were supposed to.

will should've recruited her brothers to fly over since they were way better at building things than she could ever be. whatever the directions were trying to tell her were not making any sense.

she was really tempted to call luke and bug him about it, but a different voice startled her a bit before she even pulled her phone out.

will's gaze stuck to hers where he stood in the doorway, "need help?"

samy met his eyes, flushing under his stare and sweaty figure, "uh..i mean..i think i'm doing it right but for some reason it doesn't look like it," she admitted truthfully.

will took that as his cue to crouch down. samy slid him the paper and let him read it over incase she was just missing something entirely.

"well i think the first problem is that these aren't the same pieces in the picture," the blonde determined, eyes gazing at the wood.

"i fucking knew it! i knew they didn't go together!" the girl exclaimed in triumph because she'd been feeling stupid about that for thirty minutes.

"i don't need shelves anyway. they're stupid," will shrugged some while disregarding the paper onto the floor.

"yeah, just make your own or some shit," they shared a small laugh which was happening a lot more frequently since they got there.

things were..rocky still, but it wasn't as bad. they even sat next to each other on the plane even though neither of them really spoke. it was progress and that was what mattered anyway.

"i can't believe it's so hot. i feel like i'm dying," will slid further onto the ground where he spread himself out against the hardwood.

"you better get used to it. it's supposed to get even hotter next week," samy informed, slipping to will that she may have been looking at the weather for san jose for him

"ugh, don't tell me that. i'm not made for the heat," he pushed his curls away from his sweaty forehead, but samy sort of found the movement just the tiniest bit attractive.

both of their hair was way more frizzier than usual because of the crazy heat, but something about it made the brunette a bit weak in the knees seeing will like that.

"did you get the bed together at least?" the girl wondered, leaning back against her palms.

"mostly, yeah. mom's doing the finishing touch. i had to walk out of there before she like exploded at me," the hockey player laughed and then samy did too. they knew how colleen got because she always wanted everything to be perfect.

"hey, one bed down. that's a win."

"yeah, sure. it's a win if you don't count my mom snapping at me every five seconds," will rolled his eyes.

"the heat makes people cranky. i don't blame her. you're kind of hard to work with sometimes," samy shrugged and will's head snapped up.

"what does that mean?"

"i dunno. whatever you want it to mean," she hummed earning a playful groan from the boy beside her. she managed a small smile, lifting her gaze to the rest of the apartment.

the four of them got most of it decorated and it was actually coming out really well. it screamed will and samy knew it was because almost all the ideas were taken from the pinterest board she made for this exact occasion.

most of the apartment was thanks to samy. colleen always said she had an eye for designing.

the girl's gaze landed on a picture frame stuck up on a shelf that did get put together and hung up. she stared at it for a moment, trying to figure out who was in the photo because she'd never seen it before. it wasn't until a minute later that she realized it was a picture of her and will.

they looked a bit young. 17 or so? samy was in her high school soccer uniform with a large medal hanging off her neck and will hanging off her side. they had big, bright smiles across their lips and both of them held the number 1 on the fingers for the photo. samy had no clue when or who took that photo, but it brought another smile to her lips.

"who took that photo of us?" she let the question slip out. will finally sat back up, trying to see what photo was being asked about.

"the one up there?"

"yeah," samy pointed to the shelf.

"uh..i think my mom took it. you'd just won the state championship for your last high school game," will explained the backstory and suddenly, it all came back to the girl.

"samy!" the brunette spun around. she caught sight of her three brothers rushing towards her in pure excitement. luke got to her first as he picked her up and spun her around in a tight hold.

"i'm so proud of you, samy!" the curly-haired boy exclaimed.

"you did so great, squirt! congratulations!" jack and quinn hugged her next. samy beamed from ear to ear at all the praise while the emotions of her last high school game ever started coursing through her.

"you're a fucking state champion for the second year in a row! how fucking cool!" jack rambled on and said how there's gonna be competition on the mantle where their parents put their kids' most important trophies and medals.

samy sort of stopped listening to her brothers when she saw will pushing his way through with grace and his parents in tow. she sort of shoved jack away as she rushed to will. he opened his arms wide and they met in the middle win a similar hug that luke gave her.

"i'm so, so proud of you, hughesy," will hummed into her shoulder.

"i'm so glad you came," the girl grinned some more.

"i want a picture!" colleen said, her phone already out. will let samy go as he shuffled to her side. she leaned her head into him until their heads touched and then she stuck up her pointer finger to signal as number 1.

she must've been so caught up in the moment that samy forgot the picture was even taken. the memory made her smile because she had all of her important people at that game and that meant so much to her.

"wow, that feels so long ago," samy finally spoke again, bringing her knees to her chest.

"yeah, i know. we were so..oblivious back then," will let the words slip from his mouth as he watched the girl's reaction.

her body tensed up a bit because she knew what he was talking about—so oblivious to the feelings they had for each other and what was to come out of that and where it would lead them.

"yeah. we were," the brunette hummed out.

she thought about the conversation with gabe and ryan from last week. she knew that everything they said was true, she just hadn't chosen to believe it quite yet. plus, what if she was scared of what her heart was trying to tell her?

obviously, it had something to say if she was sitting in san jose helping her ex decorate his new apartment even after he broke her heart and she was supposed to hate him for it. where was the hate when they sat inches apart in the living room without a couch all while reminiscing on their younger years?

"when do you start preseason?" will changed the subject and samy refocused her attention on him.

"next week," the girl beamed a bit. she was excited for the new season knowing a national title was definitely in their future this year.

"wow, that's soon."

"i suppose so, yeah. when do you start?"

"next week," will said and it was hard to believe this whole nhl thing was actually happening.

it didn't even seem like a reality when they were kids and now will was living out his dream of playing for an nhl team.

"i don't know if i've said this..but.i am proud of you. really proud. you're gonna do great here," the air in the room shifted a bit. it felt bittersweet hearing samy say those things after will basically pushed her out of his life.

she'd always support him no matter what.

the boy's gaze softened out as he ducked his eyes, "thanks, samy. that means a lot coming from you."

"you really do deserve all of this. you've worked really hard for it," she nodded as if she was affirming her words.

will blushed, but he didn't do anything to hide it, "thanks for coming. i-i know things haven't been...and i know i can't keep saying it, but i really am sorry for hurting you. i thought i was saving you from hurt, but i did the opposite."

"thank you for saying that. i..i don't really know what our relationship will be or if it ever will go back to how it was before this, but..i'm willing to try," the two shared a smile.

"i know this is probably gonna be a crazy ask, but..since we only have one more night until you leave tomorrow, would you wanna..like..get dinner? just the two of us?" will dared to ask because he'd regret it more if he didn't ask and lose his chance at proving himself to her.

this time it was samy's turn to blush, "are you asking me on a date?"

"do you want it to be a date?" they held each other's gazes for a moment before samy slowly nodded.

"yeah, let's go to dinner together," she smiled and so did will.

"really?"

"yeah, i think it'd be fun."

so it was settled. will and samy were going on a date that could potentially fix everything between them or be a total shit show. they both secretly hoped for the former.

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they decided on 7. samy came out of the guest room in a dress marcie packed away for her when she told her friend she was flying to san jose with will. marcie claimed it would be "this exact occasion" meaning the girl was also hoping they'd make up their differences on this trip.

it wasn't anything special. it went down to her ankles in a soft pink with embroidered roses down each side of the dress. samy paired it with some sandal wedges and maybe her hand shook she did her makeup, but that didn't matter because this felt like another grace period.

if it went well, then..who knows. if it went horribly, they'd never talk about it again and at least samy was leaving so they wouldn't have to face the awkwardness too much. again, both of them hoped for the former.

grace saw samy first when she walked into the kitchen. the older girl's expression slipped into a smirk as she nudged her brother's arm who's gaze wasn't on samy. however, when he did see the girl for the first time, his eyes were the size of the moon and he couldn't look away.

"too much?" samy wondered nervously. she didn't know how dressy they were getting, but based on will's button down and dress shorts, she decided it was the right option.

"no, no. you look..you look great," will gulped while grace didn't stop her little snicker.

"oh wow, what's the occasion?" colleen came into the room, a look of surprise on her features seeing will and samy so dressed up.

"we're going for dinner," the blonde explained to his mom.

"the two of you?" the older woman's eyebrows raised

"yeah. it won't be long," will said.

the look on colleen's face said everything she didn't except a little, "have fun then."

the two managed small smiles as will led samy out of the apartment. grace and colleen didn't say anything until the door closed and gentle smiles fell on their lips.

"i really hope it works out between them," mrs. smith hummed.

"oh, i think it will. he won't let her go again," grace said.

will and samy started up the street where they'd have to walk a few blocks to the restaurant they decided on. they didn't say much, but the silence was comforting. it felt like a first date all over again except they knew everything about one another already.

"this is weird, but like in a good way," samy finally spoke first.

will managed a light laugh, "what does that mean?"

"like..weird i didn't think i'd ever agree to this, but i'm glad i did?" it was hard to put into words for samy.

her heart told her one thing while her head said something completely different.

"well, i hope you're still glad by the end of the night," will said, their gazes meeting briefly.

samy thought he looked better than ever. his curls were the perfect amount of curl and whatever the dev camp did to him worked some wonders because..wow. not that samy could ever peel her eyes off him, she really couldn't now.

they made it the restaurant and samy got another perfect excuse to stare at will when he sat down across from her at their little table in a corner.

"this okay?" will wondered, meaning there they'd been sat.

"it's perfect. i like how cozy it feels," the brunette smiled. will did too because he knew how much samy liked the corner tables because he also knew she felt too open when they sat in the middle of the room.

they spent a bit of time looking over the menu when the waiter came over. she smiled at the two, "i really love your dress. it's beautiful," she said to samy.

"oh, thank you. i appreciate that," the younger girl beamed.

after ordering, samy and will got into a bit of small talk that slowly shifted into regular talk that shifted into what felt like how they used to talk before things happened.

"you ever think about what you'd do if you got injured or something and you couldn't play anymore and had to retire?" samy stirred her straw around her cup.

"yeah, all the time. that actually might be me and my parents biggest worry," will laughed lightly.

"what would you do?"

"probably be really sad for awhile, but i'd get better and try to find another hobby i could take on," the blonde shrugged.

"i remember when we were kids you always said you'd become a coach if you couldn't ever skate anymore," samy said softly and will's own expression softened at the idea of samy remembering that.

"i really can't picture my life without hockey," they shared a laugh.

"yeah that sounds like you. you're all in, but i get it. hockey's my family's whole life. i can't imagine life without it either," the soccer player hummed.

"i just know i'd be so upset if the one thing i dedicate my life to can't happen anymore. it'd honestly make me have an identity crisis," will frowned.

"i kind of feel the same way about soccer. i don't really know who i am outside of the sports i've grown up playing," samy laughed but more as to hide the small pain she felt at the idea of really not knowing who she was.

"well, i think you're really generous. you have a big heart and you don't ever back down from anything. you're great with kids and your love for everyone you meet is super contagious," will didn't miss a beat with that leaving the girl across from him in surprise.

her cheeks flushed an embarrassing red, "you're just saying that."

"i'm not. you're probably one of the best people i know."

the look in will's eyes told samy how serious he was being. she just disregarded his comments despite the pounding in her chest and her hot cheeks.

the two spent the entire rest of dinner lost in conversation. both of their hearts felt full when they made it back outside where the temperature finally felt a few degrees cooler.

"this was a lot of fun. i really enjoyed it," samy said to will, a deep, loving smile on her lips.

"i'm glad you had fun. i did too," the boy smiled back.

they stood in a beat of silence trying to figure out what the next move was. tension filled the air, but not an angry one that's been there for awhile. this tension was different. it was thick, but heavy with what seemed like love and lust.

"would it be crazy if i kissed you?" will's voice was small and a bit shaky when he asked.

his eyes were everywhere on the girl in front of him because he'd been inching touch her since she walked out in the dress clinging to her body. actually, he'd been thinking about this since last week when they were at his going away party.

"no. i don't think so," samy inched herself closer to the blonde. her eyes were also everywhere and her breath hitched when he laid a hand on her lip.

will looked at her for one last reassuring look that he could go all in. when samy nodded he took that opportunity. his lips were hard against hers and so was his hand on her hip.

they molded into one another like they never spent time apart. samy's hands found their respective places on will's chest and in his hair at the back of his head.

their steady breathing turned into heavy pants when they pulled away for a second. big smiles danced on both of their lips at the feeling of being pressed up against one another because it was a feeling they missed a lot.

"is this.." will's voice faded off because he didn't quite know what he was asking.

"it's okay. more than okay," samy nodded eagerly.

"maybe we should go back to my place?" the boy said because they were still on the sidewalk and people were walking by.

"yeah, right. of course," the girl nodded and they started back down the sidewalk to will's apartment.

the smiles on their lips were evident and they grew even bigger when their fingers slowly intertwined with one another. earlier samy's heart and head were in different places making her feel lost. right now, they were in the exact same place and she knew exactly what she was feeling: love.

because she'd always love will. even after he broke her heart. even after he did everything to prove to her he regretted everything he did. she loved him through and through and samy knew he felt the exact same way about her.

of course, that didn't mean her guard was broken down completely. there was still a lot of cracks to be repaired and that only came with time and more trust.

right now, though, none of that mattered when samy stumbled back into the apartment with will. it was dark since grace and mrs. smith headed back to the hotel room for the night because maybe they both knew the date would lead to something more.

will's lips were back on samy's as soon as the door was closed. he pushed her up against the hardwood as she reciprocated his actions, kissing his lips hard and running her hands through his now messy curls.

they were fully making out—hungry for each other's lips because they'd been apart for so long. samy's hands fumbled with the buttons of will's shirt in a desperate attempt to peel it off of him.

"i really missed you," will mumbled against her lips between the kissing. he felt the girl smile.

"i missed you too," she said as the blonde pulled her closer against his body.

his boner pressed against her lower stomach and it sent butterflies through the girl, especially when will's one hand moved to grab her ass. a noise escaped her lips right into will's mouth.

"is this okay?" the blonde asked, worried he was moving too fast.

"yes, it's perfect," samy started becoming breathless again. she pushed the rest of his shirt down his arms, exposing his entire torso. her eyes racked down his toned body, gripping slightly on the muscled arms.

"they've been working you good," the girl laughed a little making will blush.

"you think so?" he grinned, always loving samy's praise.

"mhm," her words got lost in her throat when she pulled the boy back to her lips.

they made out a bit longer until will's lips dropped further down. he kissed down her neck until getting to her collarbone and the top of her breasts. the blonde began sucking lightly and little moans finally escaped samy's lips at the feeling. her head hit the door, her grip hard on will's arms.

"fuck, will," samy moaned out, her sounds going straight to his dick still throbbing in his pants.

"missed this so much," the boy's voice was muffled against her skin. she laughed, tugging his curls which in turn made will suck harder.

"you're gonna get me in trouble with these," samy said knowing all the girls in the locker room would see them next week. all will did was shrug.

"good. they'll know who they came from," he looked up for a second and the look in his eyes held a certain type of possession in them.

"can i at least return the favor?" she's been dying to have her mouth on will's body since she saw those pictures of him at the bauer combine a few months ago.

"just keep them low so no one sees them," will said, standing back up with a little smirk on his face.

they switched positions so will was against the door and samy didn't waste any time placing her lips halfway down his stomach. immediately, will's head was against the door with his hands gripping the girl's arms. he really did miss her lips on him like this.

"jesus christ," he mumbled lowly, eyes closing in pleasure.

the girl's lips nipped and sucked every part of his skin. sometimes she'd give a little bite and will would have to restrain himself from tugging her hair. when she moved further down closer to his waistband the blonde nearly saw stars.

she didn't even have to touch him and he was falling apart for her. "oh, samy. fuck," his moans filled her with pride because she knew no one else could make will feel like this just from some little hickeys.

she stood back up and will's lust-filled gaze stuck to her. their lips met again in a more passionate kiss where will led her to the bedroom since the living room still had no couch. samy left her shoes and followed the blonde to the bed where she had one thing in her mind.

she went for his pants, tugging them down his legs and leaving him in just his underwear. will looked up at her with slightly heavy pants, his heart pounding but not because he was nervous. samy's eyes were on the bulge in his underwear, reaching forward to wrap her hand around it. will jumped from her delicate touch, jaw clenching.

he was hot and heavy and samy knew he was already ready for her. she liked how hard will always got just from making out where she barely even touched him.

"s-samy, please," will got out, desperate for anything more than her stroking him. his desperate tone made the brunette smile as she finally took him out of his underwear.

he was red all over and samy's mouth watered in anticipation. she leaned herself down, sticking her tongue out to slowly lick a stripe from the bottom up. will's hips immediately stuttered on the first touch.

"fuck."

samy grabbed ahold of him with her hand, her thumb swiping over the sensitive tip before plunging back down his length. will groaned out, gripping the bedsheets while his stomach clenched multiple times. finally, her mouth locked around him, going in deeper than ever making the blonde nearly scream.

"shit. shit," will instinctively bucked his hips up where samy placed one hand down so he couldn't move.

"gotta stay still, pretty boy," the nickname left her lips faster than she could stop it. it was music to will's ears though because he's missed hearing her call him that.

"i'm sorry. i'm sorry. feels so good," he mumbled out a bit incoherently. any straight thought was quickly leaving the hockey player's brain while the pleasure took over.

just for that, samy sucked him harder, using her hand to pump the part she couldn't fit in her mouth. will was on cloud 9. his head pushed back into the pillow while he did his best to keep himself from bucking up, but each little suck and scrape on his cock was making it harder and harder for him to stay still.

"fuck—i'm not gonna last. gonna make me cum," will got out when he forced his gaze back on the girl below him. the sight was to die for. samy was on her knees still in her dress, but her tits were practically spilling out of it along with the hickeys scattered across her chest.

she figured will wouldn't last long based on the way he kept twitching in her mouth. she didn't blame him though because her underwear were soaked all the way through at the sound of him begging to cum.

"uh, samy. fuck— please. wanna cum," his words jumbled together as his stomach clenched and the feeling continued building.

"come for me, will. it's okay," samy finally said and will let go. his hips bucked up, uncontrollable moans escaping his lips as he released his load into her mouth.

she took it all, swallowing it down until he was finished. she let go with a pop and will's dick fell back onto his stomach twitching still. samy grinned at him.

"f-fuck. i haven't..done that in so long," the blonde mumbled meaning he hasn't done anything with anyone since they broke up.

he pulled her down on top of him, going for her lips again where he could taste himself on her and some of her strawberry lipgloss. in between the kissing, will's fingers found the little zipper on the back of the dress. he slowly pulled it down where samy helped by taking her arms out of the straps and pushing it the rest of the way down her body until it pooled at her legs.

the hockey player's gaze glued itself to the matching set samy sported. her pretty pink lacey bra and hot pink thong matched her dress perfectly and will swore he felt his cock harden all over again.

"what is this?" will mumbled, eyes still glued to the underwear.

"what? my underwear?" samy laughed lightly.

"you're gonna fucking kill me," the blonde said making the brunette smile. she let will flip them over so she was on the bed now. he stared down at her, eyes filled with lust and love.

"gonna make you feel so good," he said with one finger hooking into the waistband of her thong.

"you better keep your word," samy teased him.

will's lips were on her a second later. he started just below her chest, kissing down her stomach in slightly wet kisses until he reached the waistband. he pushed the band aside, eyes glowing at the site of samy's already wet pussy.

"jesus. i haven't even done anything and you're this wet already?" his eyes briefly found hers and all samy could do was shrug.

"your moans were hot. what can i say?" as much as will tried to show his dominance, the twitch in his cock at her words said everything about how much control samy had no matter what.

will didn't waste another second attaching his lips. his grip was hard on her thighs as his tongue slowly explored her insides. her hands flew to his hair where she pulled and tugged hard when will found the perfect spots.

"mmm, fuck will. just like that," samy nodded, eyes closed and back arching off the bed the deeper he got.

"fuck you taste so good," the blonde said. he could do this forever if he could because there was no better taste or feeling than his girl and the way she harshly tugged at his curls.

her little moans and whimpers started getting to him again. will moved his hips against the mattress, desperate to find some relief in his already aching cock while he continued his attack on samy's beautiful pussy.

"will, i'm gonna cum," samy got out, that feeling quick to snap in her stomach because she too hasn't felt this in so long, so she wasn't gonna last at all.

"that's it, pretty girl. come for me," will encouraged and samy did just that.

she released right onto him in a loud moan, glad that they had the apartment all to themselves. when she was finished she met will's gaze where he licked his lips clean and beamed up at her.

"you're actually amazing," he hummed earning a little eye roll from the girl. she tugged him up to kiss his lips, also tasting herself on him. will pulled at her hips, their bodies pressing together until samy flipped them over again. she straddled his lap, the hockey player gazing up at her in a loopy grin.

"wanna fuck you," she said, hands running down his torso. he nodded, hands eagerly squeezing her thighs.

"yes, please. want you to ride me. haven't seen you on top in months," will was a mess making samy smile. she leaned back to stroke will's cock again, getting it ready for her.

"wait, fuck. i don't have any condoms," the blonde quickly realized that in the moving process he didn't buy any and he threw away the ones he had before so his mom didn't see them.

"it's okay. i'm on the pill and i trust you," samy said like it wasn't a big deal but will's eyes widened.

"a-are you sure?" he's dreamed about having sex without a condom, but he didn't think that would happen for another year or two.

"positive. do you trust me?" samy asked and the boy quickly nodded.

"of course i do. i-i just.." his voice faded.

"we don't have to if you're not comfortable. i was just offering it," samy noticed his shift, but will shook his head.

"no, no. i want to. i just.." his face blushed a hot red, "i probably won't last long at all," it felt embarrassing to say, but samy only smiled.

"it's okay. honestly, that's flattering of you to say," they shared a laugh and she felt will relax a bit more underneath her.

"as long as you're sure, i'm sure," will nodded more firmly this time.

the brunette giggled as she pushed her thong aside and started lining will up with her entrance. he slipped in almost immediately and both of their eyes closed at the feeling. he stretched her out, the pleasure outweighing the pain and will's hands carefully gripped samy's hips in an attempt to keep his hips still until he was all the way in.

"oh god. holy fuck," he stuttered, his cock already throbbing for a release.

samy smiled, carefully moving her hips when she felt ready. the pace started slow until will started matching her pace with little thrusts of her hips. they began moving at a more steady pace, the only sounds in the room were their skin slapping together.

"fuck, yeah. feels so good, will," samy moaned out, hands sprawled across his chest for leverage.

"you're so beautiful," the boy mumbled, eyes roaming everywhere across her body.

his hands grabbed handfuls of her ass, moaning out at the feeling of her in his hold. little beads of sweat littered their bodies and it wasn't just because of the 100° temperatures anymore.

"fuck samy. 'm so close. god, you're so beautiful. i love you. i love you," will's words jumbled together again into incoherent thoughts and sentences. samy blushed hearing him say i love you.

"gonna come for me will?" she said between her own pants.

"yeah, gonna cum. gonna cum so hard," he continued.

"me too, pretty boy. you feel so good," samy threw her head back. the way will's cock continuously pierced her open had her falling apart on top of him. the feeling she was familiar with built up in her stomach until finally snapping when will thrusted particularly hard.

she moaned out, her hips stuttering and her orgasm taking over. the feeling of her clenching around his length also sent will over the edge.

he thrusted up, spilling his load inside of her, more uncontrollable moans leaving his lips and his head digging into the pillow.

"fuck, fuck, fuck. oh, fuck," he thrusted one more time into her, the last few drops leaving his now throbbing cock. samy fell onto the bed beside him, their chests heaving in an attempt to catch their breaths.

"that was.."

"really great," will finished her sentence. they laid there staring at the ceiling for a few more moments until the blonde shifted his gaze over to her.

he suddenly worried what this meant now. especially because samy was leaving tomorrow to go back to michigan. she felt his gaze on her, so she turned her body into him, eyes on him as well.

"so.." the boy became shy, his voice fading off in fear that if he asked, samy would say that this was a one time thing and she didn't want him back after all.

"so.." she copied his tone, her finger tracing his shoulder.

"what now?" he dared to ask.

"you said you love me?" samy said, remembering will's confession through his pleasure a few minutes ago. she watched his cheeks heat up again, but he didn't look away.

"i do. i mean i always have," the blonde admitted because it was true. he loved the girl beside him a whole, whole lot.

"you really hurt me," samy stared at his arm, will's smile disappearing into a frown.

"i know," their voices were quiet now.

"it's not gonna be all perfect like it was before all of this happened, you know," she continued.

"i know."

"it's gonna take awhile for me to completely trust you again."

"i know."

samy met his gaze again. his eyes had never left hers and she could see the love hiding within them the more she stared at him.

"i love you, too, will," their smiles slowly started returning.

"i promise i won't hurt you. i can't lose you again and i know that now," will shifted so they laid facing each other. he reached his hand out to brush some hair away from her face.

"you never lost me. i was always there," samy smiled a little and will beamed, pulling her closer to him so they were nearly chest to chest.

"i wish you weren't leaving tomorrow," the sadness crept back in knowing they could've had so much more time.

"me neither, but maybe i can make something happen to fly out for your first game," the girl grinned, trying to keep the mood light.

"i'd really love that," will returned her contagious smile.

they spent the rest of the night wrapped in each other's arms, holding onto all the time they had left until samy left for michigan and their long distance continued. this time, samy definitely knew her heart and head were on the same page because each of them were quiet in her mind as she fell asleep in will's hold.

[anonymous-dentist]

Or: Cellbit runs an alchemy shop with his family, and he's also the lost prince of the Gato Kingdom, but he isn't, but he really really isn't, you've gotta believe him, he isn't, really, he isn't, you've gotta-

For day seven of @smallchaoscryptid's Spiderbit Week - Royalty/Family

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The day starts off normally:

Cellbit wakes up to find himself alone in bed, Roier having already gone to work downstairs in the store.

He lazes beneath the covers before hearing his son shouting in the other room. Grudgingly, he gets up, slides on his slippers and his bathrobe, and he goes to get Richarlyson settled with a new coloring book because, according to Richarlyson, Pepito ate the last one.

(Pepito did not eat the last one.)

Cellbit goes back into his bedroom to change, and then he goes to the wash basin in the hallway to brush his teeth and wash his face. He goes to the kitchen, shoves a singe slice of bread in his mouth for breakfast, tells the kids to behave, decides to live in ignorance and believe that they actually listened to him, and then, finally, he goes downstairs to help Roier with the shop.

That's when things get weird because, instead of the normal dozen or so customers they usually get in the mornings before things get busy, there are a handful of people in shiny armor with pointy swords, and there's a woman with cat ears leaning against the counter talking at an indifferent Roier.

Cellbit freezes on the stairs. Absently, his hands raise to his own ears, thankfully pinned down today with his alchemical goggles. He tends to have them out more days than not now, but. Well. Old habits die hard.

"I really don't know what you're talking about," Roier casually say. He isn't even looking at the woman, he's, instead, inspecting his nails- recently painted by Jaiden and absolutely adorable, just like he is. "But we do have a sale on luck potions if you wanna try one of those."

The woman's eyebrow twitches, and, for whatever reason, Cellbit doesn't think that she's here to buy something. Between the fine quality of her clothes and the literal knights with her and her entire aura, she just screams royalty, and that's a bad thing.

That's a really bad thing.

But Roier seems to have it under control, so, silently, Cellbit starts sneaking back up the stairs. If Roier needs him, he'll scream, and then Cellbit will rush down and kill everybody in the room and blame it on a sudden alchemical reaction gone wrong. Easy.

Except:

The door to the living quarters slams open and Pepito comes rushing out of it with tears streaming down his face.

"Apa!" he cries, leaping into Cellbit's arms and nearly sending him stumbling back down the stairs. "Richarlyson ate my crayons and now he's dying!"

(Richarlyson is not dying.)

Cellbit can practically smell the irritation coming off of Roier, even if he can't see him with his back turned to both him and the store and the really annoying royalty inside.

And, sure, Cellbit is annoyed, too, but he's also a father. So he just sighs and holds his son and lets him cry into his shoulder.

"Who's there?" one of the knights asks.

There's the sound of a sword being drawn, and then there's the sound of another sword being drawn and, really, is a peaceful retirement too much to ask for? Pac and Mike got one. Bad got one. Even Etoiles has some sort of retirement plan he's supposedly following between father-daughter dungeon-busting field trips.

The way Pepito is being held has him looking down the stairs and at the very rude people about to kill his parents, so Cellbit turns around so that Pepito is facing the door instead. He's always preferred looking danger in the face, anyway; it's much easier to be stabbed in the back than the front, after all.

Cellbit passively looks from one knight to another. He skips his eyes over the woman entirely. He catches Roier's eye, subtly rolls his own eyes, adjusts his hold on Pepito.

"Sorry," Cellbit says, "but my son is dying. I'll be right back."

"He's dead!" Pepito wails, ever-helpful. He's such a good kid.

The woman frowns. Cellbit doesn't think he likes her face. It's too... uncanny, like a doll come to life. Or, rather, like an image escaped from the mirror above the wash basin, and Cellbit does not like the implications of that, thanks.

As the knights start to advance, the woman holds up a hand to stop them.

"Hurry up," she says.

"Yeah," Roier agrees. "Tell Richas to die quicker, we have company."

Pepito screeches right into Cellbit's ear, making him wince very angrily in Roier's direction; all Roier does is wink and motion with his fingers for Cellbit to hurry up.

Cellbit quickly takes Pepito back into their living quarters and puts him down on the sofa.

Richarlyson is on the floor, very calm, very much not dying, and very much using Pepito's crayons in his own coloring book.

Pepito gasps, tears gone and replaced with wide, shocked eyes.

"But you ate them!" he exclaims.

Cellbit sighs, "Your brother is a magician, now can you two please behave for ten minutes while Roier and I deal with those people downstairs?"

Richarlyson's head perks up. "There are people downstairs?"

Cellbit nods. "Bad people, probably. If you hear glass breaking, you know what to do."

It's Richarlyson's turn to nod.

They have a plan. If things go down in the shop, Richarlyson and Pepito stay upstairs and hide until either Cellbit or Roier goes to get them. If the kids hear glass breaking, they are to escape out their bedroom window and climb down the tree outside and run to their Uncle Bad's house until Cellbit and Roier can get rid of the bad guys and save the day.

(Roier's words, not Cellbit's. Apparently, calling unruly customers or the police "the enemy" is bad. Go figure.)

Cellbit makes the kids both pinky promise him to follow the plan before letting out a long, stressed-out breath and starting back downstairs.

First, though, he dips into the kitchen and grabs his favorite butcher knife from off of the counter and tucks it into the custom-made sheath hidden beneath his jacket. Just in case.

Once downstairs, he's immediately manhandled by the knights until he's pushed up against the counter. Unfortunately, he isn't pushed behind the counter. But at least he can act as a shield... just in case.

On instinct, Cellbit reaches behind himself and takes Roier's hand. Roier takes it and squeezes gently, his thumb rubbing little circles into the skin by his thumb.

"Well," Cellbit says, looking from the knights to the woman, "you want something. What is it."

It isn't a question. It's more of a demand, really, and maybe he's stupid for demanding answers of royalty, but, like. Fuck the monarchy. What have they ever done for him?

The woman speaks: "We're looking for whichever one of you is Cellbit."

If they weren't already pinned down, Cellbit's ears would be flattening themselves to the top of his head. He bites back a hiss and instead just squeezes Roier's hand.

The woman continues with, "I'd like to bring him back with us to-"

"Yeah, okay," Roier casually says. "I'm Cellbit, hello."

Out of the corner of his eye, Cellbit can see Roier waving; he stifles a smile. He's so stupid...

Cellbit turns around and gasps dramatically. "Gatinho, no! You can't leave us!"

Roier bites his lip and looks away, turning his head to the side.

"But guapito," he says, dropping his voice an octave just for effect, "if I don't go, then... what about you and the children? They might-" (He moans and bows his head.) "-kill you. And then what would I do with myself?"

"Oh, don't worry!" the woman quickly says. "We won't hurt your family! That's why we're here, actually, to bring you and your family with us."

Cellbit ignores her. He reaches across the counter and cups Roier's cheek with his free hand, gently nudges his face until he raises his head and looks Cellbit in the eye; Roier's eyes are already wet with unshed tears, wow, he's good.

"But what will I do without you?" Cellbit demands, pitching his voice up just slightly. "Don't be stupid! I love you, pendejo!"

(They do this a lot, believe it or not. It drives Richarlyson crazy every time they do it because it somehow always ends up with them kissing until they're out of breath and shaky in the knees.)

"Não!" Roier cries. He squeezes his eyes shut and rips himself away from Cellbit entirely, staggering back and leaning against a display shelf full of anti-gravity potions. "Don't say that!"

"Say what?" Cellbit asks. "I love you!"

Roier screams and flinches against the case. "Não!"

Cellbit leans over the counter. "I love you."

Roier moans his time, his hands flying out wildly and grasping onto seemingly-random bottles on the shelf. "Não!!"

Cellbit extends a hand. "I. Love. You. Te amo, guapito."

One of the knights asks, "What the fuck is going on?"

And then the knights all start shouting as Roier opens his eyes and lunges to shove a potion into Cellbit's hands.

Cellbit grins and yanks the cork out of the bottle and chugs the potion and slams the empty bottle against the floor. It shatters, and he jumps.

"What the fuck?" the woman demands.

Cellbit twists mid-air and lands on the ceiling. He waves down at Roier, blows him a kiss, and takes off running for the back potion room. The door is closed, but the ventilation window above the door is open because he was supposed to be making potions right now. Silver linings.

He dives through the window, just barely managing to squirm through. He grunts, frowns, regrets getting this old, makes it through.

His goggles are nudged off of his head, though, leaving his ears on full display as he escapes into the potion room.

The woman gasps, "Get back here! Cellbit!"

But Roier just cheers, "Corre, gatinho!"

The potion room's door thuds and shakes in its hinges as the knights all slam against it. But, like, fuck those guys.

Cellbit runs down the length of the ceiling until he's reached the wall facing the alley behind the shop. He steps onto the wall, and then he runs down that until he's by the window. Again, ventilation, he should be working right now, but no, he can never know a moment of peace.

The potion starts running out just as Cellbit crawls through the window and lands on the shop's outside wall. He wrinkles his nose at the smell, but it's fine. Just trash, it's fine.

There's shouting from the front of the shop and the sounds of more bottles shattering. Roier sounds fine, though. He's even laughing, of course he is. He's badass, and Cellbit loves him, and Cellbit just wishes he was there to watch Roier swing his sword around like the sexy piece of shit he is.

The potion's effects wear off as Cellbit's feet touch the ground; two minutes, just as he'd made it to be.

He can see Richarlyson and Pepito running for it at the far end of the alley. Good, they actually followed directions for once.

Cellbit turns to run after them and get Bad's help, but he's stopped by a firm hand grabbing his shoulder from behind.

He snarls and pulls his knife out of his coat, spinning and slashing and just narrowly missing the woman's throat.

"Cellbit!" she shouts. "Calm down, it's just me!"

Cellbit responds by lunging at her with his teeth bared. He's been filing his teeth down for years, but he knows that he still cuts an intimidating figure when he's pissed enough.

The woman doesn't seem afraid, though. If anything, she just seems angry. And sad. Mostly angry.

She easily sidesteps his attack and yells, "It's me! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Oh, that's cute. Royalty asking why someone would want to hurt them, that's funny. They have the self-awareness of a walnut, all of them.

"Stop shouting 'it's me'!" Cellbit snaps. "Why should I care who you are?"

The woman's face starts turning red from frustration. "Because I'm your sister!"

Oh, that's rich.

"I don't have a sister," Cellbit sneers.

He swipes at her. Of course he does, he doesn't have a sister. He didn't have a family before he and the others found Richarlyson, and he only has one now that he has his kids and his husband.

"Then why do we have the same ears?" the woman demands.

She ducks under his knife and sweeps his legs out from under him. He falls and hisses and growls and does all sorts of things that princes might do because he isn't royalty. He knows that for certain. His first memory was him eating the corpse of a soldier on an empty battlefield, and it's with that image in mind that he snaps his teeth at the woman's throat.

"Only the royal family of the Gato Kingdom is born with feline features," the woman snaps. "Idiot!"

"Fuck the Gato Kingdom," Cellbit spits. "Your war destroyed everything I had!"

The woman's eyes turn sad. "It destroyed everything I had, too. It took my family from me. My friends. My home. We're just now starting to rebuild, and-"

She shrieks as Cellbit manages to flip their positions so that she's the one being pinned to the ground.

"So you show up and try kidnapping someone to fill in for your lost prince?" he snarls. "You people haven't changed."

The woman's mouth thins into an angry line. "I'm not trying to kidnap you! I just want to bring you home!"

"I don't have a home! This is my home!"

"You really don't remember, do you?" she asks, voice low. She isn't even struggling any more, not really. "It's me, your sister. Bagi."

The name stings Cellbit's brain in a way he doesn't like.

"I don't know you," he firmly says. "You don't know me. Leave my family alone."

He stands, hands shaking, head spinning. He doesn't like this.

Roier calls his name from the front of the building.

Cellbit, sure that this Bagi won't do anything while she's busy crying, turns and starts running towards the store.

He doesn't make it three steps before getting thwacked in the back of the head with something large and heavy and metal.

"Sorry," Bagi flatly says.

As he falls to the ground, his knife falls from his hand and ends up just out of reach.

He lands on his stomach and immediately tries standing again.

But he's stopped by a foot on his back pressing him down.

"I'll be sure to bring your family with us," Bagi tells him. "I'm not here to hurt you."

"Could have fooled me," Cellbit mutters.

Darkness takes him at last as Bagi smacks him again with her weapon, and all Cellbit can think is that he hopes that the kids ended up making it to Bad's after all.

[traflawgar]

love is in the air

zoro x f.reader

what kind of date is zoro planning for valentine's? is it a romantic date? and adventurous one? keep reading to find out!

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TAGS: fluff. established relationship. modern au.

zoro - scavenger hunt

Zoro had decided this year was the year he went all out for Valentine’s day. He simply could not have a repeat of the last few dates he had planned–after one too many reservations went to waste, he figured it was time to admit just how horrible his sense of direction was. He spent hours scouring the internet for the perfect way to surprise you. Many presents and cards later, and after enlisting his friends to help, the scavenger hunt was all set up.

Silence welcomed you home when you got back from work. Half-expecting Zoro to pop out of nowhere to surprise you, you silently tip-toed your way through the apartment. Instead of your boyfriend, however, a black box and a rose were waiting for you on your bed. Excitement quickly replaced your confusion as you opened it. Inside there was a book you’d been dying to get and a black envelope, the first clue of seven, according to the letter.

Your car keys were back in your hand a minute later. Sweet, elated giggles left your lips as you drove to the first stop of your hunt. It wasn’t hard to find, the clue had been very clear after all, and you’d never forget the place where you’d met him. You strolled through the park and scanned every tree, bench, person and just about anything that could have the next clue. Excitement kept building up inside you.

Eventually, you found one of his friends right at the centre of the park. The rose he handed you was just as beautiful as the one you’d found on your bed. With it came a small gift and another clue. The same pattern was repeated every step of the way. At the place of your first date, Nami handed you two roses, a gift and a clue. Franky waited for you outside of the café where you had had your second date, your favorite order in one hand, the envelope and roses on the other. 

One by one, you retraced the steps that had led you to the love of your life. The first dates, your first kiss, the first time he visited your old apartment, even the first time he held your hand. Zoro’s hunt took you on a trip through all the special moments that had made you fall for him, that were making you fall for him all over again.

As night fell, there was only one place left to visit. The place where he had finally confessed his love for you, where he had asked you to be his girlfriend. Just like the first time around, your heart skipped a beat when you finally caught sight of him. The smile he shone your way could have lit the entire night sky.

“Hello, princess,” Zoro murmured as you took his outstretched hand. Pulling you in, he wrapped an arm around your body and gently grabbed your chin. The kiss that followed was sweet, slow. He took his time savoring your lips, drinking in every sigh that left them. “Let’s have dinner, shall we?”

Still holding your hand, he led you to the end of the dock. The way there was lit by candles. Flowers, your favorite this time, decorated the centre of the table. Zoro pulled your chair out for you, planting a kiss on your cheek as you sat.

“I hope you liked your surprise.” The coy expression on his face, such a rare sight, was reminiscent of the day you’d met him.

“I love it, it’s perfect.”  Hands still intertwined, you squeezed his. His face relaxed into a grin. You thought you might jump over the table to kiss that beautiful, perfect smile.

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NOTES: it was honestly a bit difficult for me to figure out what kind of date zoro would plan. I was thinking an escape room, but then I didn't really think that would be the case. then I had the thought that maybe he's the type of boyfriend to plan simple dates, but wanted to do something special this year instead.

the original draft featured a little bit of the day they met, but I wanted to focus on the specific theme of the event, I saved it to write their meet-cute as a separate fic.

[urinarythreatinfection]

Mihawk x AFAB Reader? With the • Character reacts to reader's form of affection

Pre-relationship, Reader isn’t being subtle. AT. ALL. About her intentions and constantly flirting and being affectionate with him.. And yet it STILL takes Mihawk a hot minute to realize what she’s doing and go.. “Oh… I see……. well all right then darling.. 😏”

This ended up being more gender neutral, i had to go back and try and atleast hint at AFAB but hey whatever.

Think About It

Mihawk x reader. Female in mind but can be gender neutral. 1165 words. A bit suggestive.

Mihawk isn’t necessarily a dumb, unintelligent, or oblivious man. However, he is an experienced one, unfortunately experience can be as unhelpful as ignorance. Especially when you’ve associated a certain behavior with something else.

“Heyyyy sexy~” You slowly slide your chair over to Mihawk’s side. “What’s a dashing older man like you doing here?”

“Reading.” He states, doing his preferred hobby of passing time.

“An educated man too, how attractive. Bet you’re popular, huh?”

“Hmm.” He’s never thought about it, annoyed by popularity, but he was more popular in his youth. He’s gotten a bit less popular with age though, most likely due to his approachibility getting even worse. “Decently.”

‘Such dry answers… but he’s actually responding instead of brushing me off like with others.’ Your thoughts scramble as you keep flirting. “Well~ I think you’re amazing.” He hums and you tilt your body to rest on his. “Your eyes when you read are really pretty too, I could watch you read for hours.” Usually he’d think nothing of the compliment, even finding it disgusting, but coming from you it’s actually a bit… flattering. His hawk-like eyes move from the book to look at at you, piercing and mezmerising. “Kyaa~ My heart just skipped a beat.” You half-joke with a hand on your chest. A certain behavior to him associated with a Red Haired man. Your true intentions are going over his head, his mind subconsiously filtering jokes like these as only jokes.

“I recommend seeing a doctor.” He brushes it off as he would with that weird redhead, looking back at his book. This isn’t working, mission failed and you sigh, eventually retreating to your room.

Later he finds you in the kitchen with a bottle of wine, “Oh, hey!” swishing it around with a wink when you see him. “Must be fate you came here just as I did, maybe we’re just meant to be.” You hold out the bottle to him and he walks up to you, taking it.

“I suppose so.” He’s actually fairly pleased this has happened, pouring both of you a glass.

“Right? We’re fated to be together, like Romeo and Juliet~” You say with a dreamy sigh, laying your head on his shoulder.

“The two of them die.” He points out, taking a sip from his glass while you flinch.

“Not… that part.” You step back. “Though I wouldn’t mind dying if it were oh so romantically with you~” You strike a pose of longing, hand reaching out to him. He places your wine glass in it.

“I would mind. I prefer you alive.” Mihawk states, not much to say, but for him it is. You end up getting flustered like he just professed his love.

“Thanks.. I prefer you alive too..” Failed again.

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Mihawk comes back from a mission looking irritated, immediately going for a bottle of wine when you spot him. “Welcome back, babe, you need a bath? I could even get in with you.” His mind is fresh from fighting, in a bad mood from it being annoying. One of the targets had escaped, making him have to waste time looking for them. Not hard, but out of the way enough to be irritating. Especially when the “battle” itself was hardly anything, being interrupted by the target accidentally causing their own demise. It leaves Mihawk feeling pent up, unfulfilled.

“I don’t need your assistance in bathing, (Y/n).” He shuts you down, quickly looking for a glass when you hand one to him. Wasting no time, he pours the liquid inside and takes a big gulp. It’s a little hot seeing him like this.

“Good view, if it makes you feel better I could always give you one too.” You walk over to him and press your chest against his arm. “If you’d let me~” He gently pushes you away.

“Not now. Your company is… nice, but I don’t need jokes.” He gulps down the rest of the wine and sighs in relief.

“Who said I’m joking?”

“I’m being quite serious.” Mihawk’s adamant and you sigh, pushing him like this would only make things worse when he’s in this mood.

“Alright. No view then, I get it. Call me if you need me~” You say with a purr, rubbing your cheek against him before leaving. Once you’re gone he grumbles, he didn’t want you to leave he just wanted you to stop messing around. It isn’t fun hearing someone who’s words you could actually take to heart play around with it. He almost finishes the entire bottle before deciding to bathe, wanted to feel clean and relax.

Mihawk sighs, his muscles untensing as he lowers himself into the hot water after cleaning himself properly. Much better. His mind, scrambled from stress, begins to come together as he starts to think of your adcances. He’s always assumed they were like Shanks’s, just jokes, and hadn’t thought really though about it more than that; but now that he’s allowing himself to look further he realizes more. They’re different than his, more bold, more flirtatious, and more often than Red Hair. The captain had usually just sprinkled them in with his other annoying babbling, but you joke flirt so frequently.

…

‘Perhaps these are not jokes?’ Something clicks in the swordsman’s mind and he gets up from the bath, drying off before getting dressed to see you. If this is true and they havent been jests he needs to make sure. He finds you back at the kitchen, about to drink your sorrows away before spotting him.

“Oh, you’re quicker than usual. Miss me too much?” He doesn’t respond, instead just getting closer to you. “Hug?” You hug him gladly, “I’d never miss the chance to be close to you.” You expect him to just pull back or accept it with a sigh as he usually does, but you feel his arms sneak around your body to hug you back. It makes you freeze in shock, not expecting your affection to be returned.

“(Y/n). Continue talking.” He says when you go silent.

“Huh.. yeah?” You’re confused, face hot.

“You enjoy my body, yes? Enjoy it.” He hugs you tighter, letting you feel his muscular build against you. “Take this chance.” You’re getting more flustered, why is he getting so into this so suddenly? He pulls back enough to look at you. “Enjoy the view as well.” This is a lot. Thankfully you’re too shameless to refuse so you take in the sight of him while feeling his warmth close to yours.

“This is the best.” You mumble and unconsciously reach a hand out to touch his cheek, he leans into it, closing his eyes. You’re reacting positively, he was right, and now that he knows he isn’t going to let this pass by.

“(Y/n).” He suddenly speaks and you jolt slightly.

“Y-Yeah?”

“I'll take your offer.” He places his hand over yours, opening his eyes to look into yours. “I would like to see the view.”

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Angry kiss?

The rain poured down in icy sheets, drenching the both of them as they stood in the muddy clearing. Logan’s claws were still out, gleaming under the faint light of a flickering lantern Wade had smashed earlier in a fit of anger. Around them, the wreckage of their mission lay scattered—crates of stolen mutant tech smashed open, a half-destroyed transport truck still burning in the distance, and a bloodied trail leading back to the facility they’d failed to infiltrate.

It had gone sideways fast. Wade, as usual, had ignored Logan’s plan to wait for a patrol to clear before making their move. Instead, he’d charged in guns blazing, only to get pinned down by heavily armed guards while Logan had to fight his way through to cover him. The mission was a bust, their intel lost, and Logan was nursing a bullet wound to his side that was healing slower than it should’ve.

“You’re a goddamn idiot, Wade,” Logan growled, his voice rough as gravel. “You never think! Never stop to ask if maybe—just maybe—you charging in headfirst isn’t the answer!”

“Oh, I’m the idiot?” Wade spat back, waving his hands dramatically. “Big bad Wolverine, always pretending like he’s got everything under control, but what’s your plan, huh? Growl at people until they stop shooting? Real tactical genius there, claws-for-brains.”

Logan’s fists clenched, his claws not daring to slide back into his knuckles. “You don’t listen to a goddamn word I say. You’re gonna get us both in a crock of horse shit one day!”

“And you’re gonna die cranky and alone!” Wade shot back, but his voice cracked ever so slightly on the last word. It was enough to make Logan pause, just for a second, his sharp eyes narrowing.

The silence that followed was suffocating. The rain kept falling, dripping from Logan’s hair and running in rivulets down Wade’s scarred face. Neither of them moved, the tension between them as heavy as the storm overhead.

Wade’s jaw worked, his usual flippant mask slipping for just a moment. “Look, I… I didn’t mean to screw things up. I just—”

“Shut up,” Logan muttered, stepping closer, his boots squelching in the mud. Wade expected him to start stabbing like he usually does, punch him- beat him- start another bloody brawl that would end with neither of them dying and just being exhausted.

Wade blinked. “Wow, that’s real mature—”

“I said, shut up,” Logan growled again, and before Wade could finish his retort, Logan’s hand shot out, grabbing the front of his suit and yanking him forward.

Their mouths crashed together, hard and desperate, hot and wet as the rain showered their already wet bodies. It was kind of kiss that felt more like a fight than an apology or reconciliation. Logan’s grip on Wade’s suit was iron-tight, fisting the red leather so tight his knuckles turned white, barely careful not to cut Wade with his claws. Wade’s hands hovered for a moment, unsure, before settling on Logan’s shoulders. Logan had to tip toe to make contact with him, and Wade had to hunch over just slightly to meet the height difference. It was more so that he’d been pulled, rather than willingly bent over.

It wasn’t soft, and it wasn’t clean. Their teeth clashed, and Wade tasted blood—his own or Logan’s, he wasn’t sure—but none of it mattered. All the anger, the frustration, the unspoken emotions that had been building between them spilled out in that moment, raw and unfiltered. Logan gripped, and felt him up with fervor, shivering with anger, and the cold- and… lust.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing hard, the rain washing away the blood and dirt from their faces. Wade’s wide, unblinking stare met Logan’s, who looked equally stunned by what had just happened.

“Okay,” Wade said finally, his voice hoarse. “That was… something. Not that I’m complaining—love a good ‘shut up’ kiss—but maybe next time we skip the punching and go straight to the—”

Logan cut him off with a low growl, his lips twitching in the barest hint of a smirk. “Don’t push your luck, Wade.”

Wade grinned, and for the first time all night, it felt real. “Too late, bub.”

And just like that, the tension broke, leaving behind something softer, something unspoken but understood.

[leenodeeno]

The Fall of the JJK Empire, as written by a Gojo lover

so one of my friends said i should post this here, and, at their persistence, i have finally made a sideblog to share with the world. here's my dissertation on why the jjk ending was bad. MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD

The JJK manga has literally changed the anime and manga scene forever. It's revolutionary. It offers consumers the chance to open their minds to concepts and ideas that are hard to portray successfully in art. There are so many different ways to analyze it and explore the human condition in the different aspects of this story. It's a shame that the way the story played out has caused so much anger and disappointment that will probably lead a mass of people to avoid the story entirely.

Gojo's the reason a good portion of the cast are still alive at the end and their executions were postponed, so the whole giving a multiple chapters long backstory (a whole story arc) on the man just to kill him with no closure is a disservice not only to the story, but also to the fanbase. Gojo deserves closure. And I'm not saying that just because of the fact that I adore Gojo, but more in the fact that, as a major character, he pushes the story forward and makes people think and feel things about not only the JJK universe itself, but about real life and how things work in reality. Gojo was a progressive radical. He believed that change starts with educating the youth. He believed that in order to see the change you want to see, you need to be the one to step up and take the actions needed to set the change in motion. He didn't care about being there to see this change, but that doesn't matter. He just wanted the change to happen so his children (yes, the students were his children) could live in a better world.

His letter to Megumi was disrespectful, but lackluster at best if you're trying to be nice about it. Gojo was his father figure. He was the one that stepped up and raised him to be who he is today. The letter basically just being “by the way I killed your dad LMAO” is insane. Yes, it kind of fits what their relationship was like, but there was also so much love between them that the audience got to see glimpses of throughout the story. That love should have shined through in the final letter to Megumi. The way it played out, Megumi was abandoned by two fathers in his life, gaining no closure for either one.

There were so many points in the story that could and should have been expanded upon, but, instead, we're left with barely fleshed out characters that are supposed to be so important, but we barely have anything left to have faith in them. Megumi's character was brutally massacred by Gege. Megumi had so much potential to be a powerful sorcerer, especially one that made a huge difference in Yuuji's life. And he did, to a point. Megumi ended up with very little character growth, to include his growth as a sorcerer. His whole schtick being his sister gave him nothing other than a failed dream to follow. A sister that has no impact on the story other than being the vessel for Sukuna's lover and dying in the span of about two chapters. His abilities did not grow as much as his hype in the story paved the path for — even leading to his domain never being completed. The audience is also left with many questions regarding his technique that are never answered. Can he gain new shikigami to replace the ones lost? Who knows. If he can't, does that end up with him essentially being useless as a sorcerer since his whole technique revolves around those shikigami? Another question never answered.

I am very happy with Sukuna's ending; I am not happy at all with Gojo's ending. What was the purpose of us having to skip past the time period of Gojo being unsealed and training for the final fight? Training scenes are key to character and story growth in shonen. Key scenes that the audience did not get, in part because of poor writing and in part because of the pressure from Jump to finish the series in order to give the spot to a different serial. There was so much potential for closing off the loose ends during the final training arc, and the story was done a disservice by skipping that whole period of time.

I will forever be thankful for this manga and its invitation for me to analyze the human condition in ways I never thought I'd be able to. You don't even have to enjoy Gojo's character, but the amount of hate I've seen that completely disregards his growth is crazy. I'll be honest, I didn't even really like Gojo when I first joined the fandom, but, over time, Gojo's story and experiences grew on me, and I now have so much love for him. It's baffling how people can not even acknowledge his strengths as a character and the lessons his story can teach to the world.

Gojo's impact on the real world alone knows no bounds, and that impact, which is also stated several times in the story, is completely disregarded by the characters that he should have been most important to. He did not even receive a sentence of the other characters grieving his loss. I would have been okay with even just a panel of incense burning for Gojo, or even just a quick acknowledgement of his death and the effect on the world of the story. It all basically panned out to the characters saying, “Wow, he sacrificed himself for all of us. That's pretty shitty.” Like give us anything.

Yes. I'm upset about Gojo's death and the ending as a whole. But not in the delusional “Gojo's the best, he never should've died blah blah blah” way that a lot of the shallow fans of the story are saying why they're upset.  I think it's very poetic, and it's a tragic story. There are things to be learned from this. This is art, and it's meant to make people feel things.

I do disagree with the people that say Gojo didn't accept his death. It's very clear in his fight and his final conversation with Yuuji that he accepted it. No, he didn't want to die, but he did accept it in the end as something that needed to happen in order to see the change he's been pushing for since he was sixteen years old.

If this ending pushed by Gege and Jump is supposed to be seen as Jujutsu society being completely fixed, then the whole narrative of Gojo's beliefs and his reasons for not killing the higher ups (that just ended up being killed offscreen by the man in the end anyway) because he didn't want to be like them is completely pointless.

And if the whole point was to play Sukuna and Gojo as two sides of the same coin, it was executed very poorly. The audience got to see Sukuna's closure and his choice to seek nirvana in the end. It's very vague whether Gojo decided to seek nirvana or to spin the wheel again and try to go for a better life than he had. Essentially saying “We had the same struggle, and we're going to play that out,” but then the conclusion for both of them isn't clearly shown?

Why should fans have to accept the offscreen death of their favorite character just to spare the author's feelings about being critiqued for his clearly rushed, piss-poor ending? Killing essential characters offscreen is lazy, and it causes people to subconsciously think that they aren't dead because they didn't actually see them die. It's basic human behavior. Not to include the fact that Gege used similar tactics with Nobara, and she ended up being alive in the end. He played into the fact that it was up in the air whether Gojo was alive or not, and it was not executed in a way that made the audience understand the choice. It was done in a way that was on the verge of being cruel because Gege himself has shared his own disdain for Gojo.

Gege hated how much Gojo was loved, and it caused poor writing and a feeling that he was killed just as a way to say fuck you to everyone that loved Gojo. Yeah, he has said many times that he hates Gojo, but Gojo is part of the reason the popularity skyrocketed (and that's probably what added to his hatred for the character). Maybe the plan was for Gojo to die all along, and that's okay, but the way it played out was cruel. Either way it could have happened, Gege's choices led to a major character death that is universally hated, and his fan base and the anime/manga community as a whole will remember it if and when he puts out future works. His legacy as one of the greatest mangakas has been tainted because of this death and the way the story was clearly rushed and filled with plot holes at the end. However, I will say I absolutely cannot get behind the people that are threatening Gege because that's just vile behavior.

Gojo is designed to be attractive and play into that character role, but there's so much more that the shallower Gojo fans just didn't or couldn't grasp, and I think that also plays a big part in the range of reactions going on in response to his death. “Gojo the type to hit and quit.” Yes, but would you care to analyze why he does that? There is depth to his character that the fans that don't care to look deeper don't see. They are the reason a lot of JJK fans are disregarded.

But, I also had to come to terms with the fact that for a lot of people in this fandom, they're very young, and this is one of the first major events they've had to interact with in regards to the ending and everything else. A lot of us have already experienced situations like this many times because we've been around long enough to experience the emotions and actions that go along with loving a major piece of pop culture as it's currently being released. A lot of these young fans are experiencing it for the first time, so I think everything needs to be taken with a grain of salt with what people are saying about the ending. And yes, the current generation of people joining fandom spaces are not mature enough for it, but that's a whole other thing that I don't want to get into right now. The parasocial relationship thing is going to always happen in fandom, but it's going to happen a lot with JJK because, again, a lot of these younger fans it's their first time experiencing a fandom like this.

There are always going to be takes and theories that are shallow, but I'm here for the ones that start with those, but then they continue to analyze and explore why they're thinking that way. I think that's why I'm partially excited that JJK has ended so that these younger fans can either dive deeper and explore the themes and ideologies and morals given to them, or they can decide they don't want to or they just can't. But, I'm excited to see what this piece of art (yes, this manga was art) can do to help develop people in their abilities to explore and discover new ideas and grow as people. This manga has so much potential to make change, and I'm hoping it does that even a little bit.

I just think that, yes, as people that have grown and learned and have more experiences inside and outside of fandom, we have to allow for these younger fans to have this experience. We have to allow them the chance to grow. We can gripe on and on about how they're annoying and everything else, but I'm sure we (at least myself) were once in their shoes. They need to be given that time and space to grow. Not all of them will, but that's okay too. I don't think it's conducive to constantly shoot people down (depending on the idea or whatever it is, obviously) and expect people to want to grow, if all they're being met with is constant negativity and beratement. There has to be that opportunity for growth.

In the end, the conclusion of the story was poorly written — caused by the author's growing resentment of the story he created, insurmountable timelines pushed by money hungry companies, and a fanbase where a majority of the members weren’t quite mature enough to embrace the story as it should have been.

[shares-a-vest]

@flufftober Spring Edition Day 7: Giving someone a present

wc: 886 | Rated: T for Canon-Typical swearing, some suggestive language | cw: None

Tags: Pre-Birthday, Eddie Munson is a Menace, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Cuddling, Spoiling Presents, Wayne Munson Takes a Pottery Class (it's only a throwaway line, but it's a headcanon I have rotting my brain rn)

Note: I just want to shout out the lovely comment @withacapitalp left on my ficlet from yesterday. It definitely influenced today's fic, as Steve reflects on the life he has in this AU. Thank youuu so much Liam for recognising an underlying theme/nuance in this universe.

‘The Best Present of All’

“What’s got you all giddy?” Steve asks, watching Eddie practically strut across their bedroom as he heads for his side of the bed.

He looks ridiculous – like a headbanging, scruffy chicken. Eddie pauses by the side of the bed and rips off his loose, cut-off Black Sabbath shirt. He hurls it halfway across the room, the discarded almost-terrycloth fluttering to the floor as he jumps on the bed and lounges across Steve’s legs.

“It’s your birthday tomorrow, precious,” he coos, rolling awkwardly on his back and grimacing.

He brushes it off as if Steve doesn’t know the telltale signs of his partner twinging his back – never one to exactly take it easy after almost dying in the Spring of 1986. Eddie puffs out a breath to blow hair from his face and giggles.

“I bought you the best present,” he continues, looking at the ceiling.

“That so?” Steve teases, knowing all too well that whatever said material item is, it will be nothing compared to the mischief Eddie surely has cooked up.

And Steve is going to love every minute of it. He loves every birthday he gets to have with Eddie by his side – and that’s something that can’t be bought.

Eddie turns his head and grins.

“I’m going to gift-give so hard,” he quips, scrunching his nose and clenching his jaw.

Steve supposes it is meant to come off, well... seductive, or something – but Eddie simply looks like an utter lovesick dork with those glee-filled eyes peeking out from under his unruly bangs.

“Did you help Joanie with something, at least?” Steve chuckles.

“Of course,” Eddie says, tenting his fingers together, “Prepare for a macaroni-encrusted card and the wobbliest, most unusable coffee mug in human existence.”

“Wow,” he laughs and swipes at his partner with his pillow. Eddie splutters away, spitting like a cranky kitten as Steve chides, “You cannot keep a secret.”

“I blame Wayne for the mug idea.”

“Stop making fun.”

He tugs on Eddie’s bare arm – if he has the man shirtless in bed, he at least wants to cuddle (and stop his legs from being crushed). Eddie goes limp, forcing Steve to all but pull his dead weight upright and into his arms, mussing and twisting their oft-abused bedding into a crumple – the blue patterned lines now a wavy swish.

“But the old man is taking a goddamn pottery class like he’s Demi fucking Moore,” Eddie cackles into his chest.

Steve shushes him and presses a kiss to the top of his head just to be safe. He holds Eddie close, breathing in the smell of fruity shampoo. Feeling the warmth of his skin against his own – the touch of flesh under his fingers.

He shifts on the spot and bites his lip.

“Eds?”

“Mmmhmm?” Eddie hums and Steve can feel his mischievous smirk.

“Since you’re spoiling presents…” he wonders aloud, removing his hand from his partner’s shoulder so he can attempt to flick back the blankets, “What if I got one of my presents now?”

Eddie untangles himself and bolts upright, scrambling with the bedding instead.

“Thought you’d never ask, sweetheart.”

They make quick work of slipping under the covers, righting their bedding as much as possible – even if it all somehow ends up on a forty-five-degree angle in their haste. But once they get settled, all cozy and warm and impossibly close as they roll into each other’s embrace on instinct, Steve feels his heart skip a beat.

“Eddie…” he whispers, letting his partner’s name linger on his tongue.

“Yeah?” Eddie whispers back, his big brown eyes glistening from the reflection of the light on the nightstand.

Steve shuffles closer, closing the already tiny gap between them and loops his arms around Eddie’s middle. He simply holds his partner for a moment, looking into those beautiful eyes – watching as Eddie breathes in and out and blinks. He leans in and presses a kiss to his lips, clinging to Eddie tight as he begins to kiss back. It deepens almost instantly and Steve hums, stifling a gasp as tears begin to prickle up.

Over the years, he has turned into a total sap, the waterworks turning on so easily sometimes that it worries him.

But he just feels so much – so much love – with his family. With their silly cats, first in Chicago in their tiny apartment, then in their slightly bigger but nonetheless cramped apartment and now in their home. A four-bedroom house with plenty of room to live and build. A house with a yard, a garden and a garage big enough for Eddie to jam with Freak on weekends.

The best gift life could have given him.

He used to be scared that he’d be stuck in Hawkins forever, working for his father and trying to please his mother all the while failing and remaining lonely.

But all that changed with Eddie. Even if it first started during that awful Spring Break back when he thought they might not even survive long enough to see where things could go.

“I love you,” he whispers when they break apart and come up for air, “Love you and Joanie so much.”

“I love you too, Stevie,” Eddie says, wiping a stray tear from his cheek, “Happy birthday.”

[yua-nism]

I saw your tags and I’m now very intrigued like what do you mean yuhan has the SHORTEST TRAGIC BACKSTORY?!?! JUST WHAT IS GOING ON?? like granted I should have known a game about devil cat butlers would have some angst and tragic backstories but god damn 😭😭

there was a miscalculation on my part and yuuhan's is in fact, not the one with the shortest backstory! however that's only because the others have yet to have their backstories be revealed. sorry for the late answer btw, exams have made me pretty tired.

ok so ill briefly explain a bit. this ties in to the requirement to become a devil butler that is, having felt so much despair that one feels like dying. normal people will be swallowed up by the devils they contract with. the despair essentially acts like chains for the devil. so to talk about their pasts in the Briefest Way Possible (lie):

miyaji has beef with lucas on the surface but really it's because he still can't get over the fact that lucas decided to save him from the verge of death instead of someone else he thought was more capable than him while lucas simply chose to save miyaji because he had higher chances of living.

lucas was basically a child prodigy/genius. since young, he's always loved reading books, and even read thick books that even adults struggled to understand. even though he was lonely and had no one to talk to, he still endured it, skipped grades, and became a doctor at the age of 10+. at first he was looked down on for being young, but an older doctor stood up for him. eventually he became the leader of the doctors, but due to his lack of social skills, he struggled to communicate well, which resulted in the doctors hating him. in the end, all the doctors except lucas quit their job. and the group collapsed. (tbf id quit too... imagine being said you didn't work as hard as him and don't have as much brainpower compared to him as well)

ammon has only had his mom since birth and lived with her, selling flowers for a living. ammon would always make sure the flowers would be sold out at the end of the day for his sickly mother, but if he doesn't manage to sell all of them it's heavily implied his mom whips him like he does to himself even now. they were like super poor but ammon still loved his mom because he only had her

berrien has like this super mysterious past but rn it's starting to unravel in chapter 4. he's an orphan and got adopted into a church backed by the grovanas or whatever nobel family to nurture warriors who could fight angels, but surprisingly the church is actually full of love and was ran by someone who fighted angels named Goetia. berrien also met his soon-to-be older brother figure named Beren/Belen. btw all of the kids go by the last name Cliane because goetia wants everyone to become true family.

when berrien was 26 (Beren 29), goetia died from a chronic disease and Beren had to take on goetia's responsibilities. berrien became the one running the church, however shit happened, Beren got demonized, and berrien used his powers to keep Beren alive after forming a contract with his current devil. he's still residing in berrien's basement as of current, but in a coma. berrien still thinks he himself has no rights to be a butler and really does not believe that he's the one keeping the damn thing running

also the church got destroyed like 2400 years ago and yes berrien is 2000+ years old

haures was born into some wack ass family, his dad ran away with some other woman and his mom projected her rage and stuff like that onto haures, and his newborn younger sister Tricia. haures is 10 years older than Tricia. when he was that age, he ran away from home with Tricia (literal baby) because he no longer trusted his mom to take good care of them. after that, when haures was 18, he trained hard to become a soldier under the grovanas nobles so he could afford to let Tricia get treatment for her worsening vision. one heartbreaking scene was when haures showed off his red uniform to Tricia and she said the blue uniform looked good on him... but 5 years later, haures managed to get Tricia's eyes healed!!! surely nothing bad could happen!!!!

sike. haures caught one of the grovanas nobles illegally trafficking humans with some dealer, and arrested him. however that led to the seller getting revenge, and he decided to capture tricia. he stabbed her and threw her into the woods. when haures found her, she only managed to call out to haures before she died after a few breaths. haures was really really really devastated. he sought revenge on the noble, and while the noble didn't die, he was jailed 5 years for harming the noble (not death sentence because he was determined mentally unstable after losing Tricia.). after he got out of jail, he found the noble again and wanted to kill him, but he was reminded of how Tricia admired him for protecting the people and helping those in need, which stopped him. after that, he became a devil butler because of his proficient fighting skills.

lamli was forced to work at a circus by his mom at the age of 10, while starting up with simple duties, he decided to train to become a circus troupe performer so he'd earn more money for his complaining mother. its heavily implied he's abandoned by her and becomes a devil butler because of his nimble body. btw his mom said she never wanted to have lamli right in front of him. jesus.

fennesz was born into a wealthy happy family, and had an older sister. however his war general father lost a war against nobles, and the economy went into shambles. his mom remarried but even though their stepdad was nice, fennesz and his sister ended up strays on the street due to some reasons i forgot of. fennesz would get bullied by kids on the street because of his father's loss in the war, but his sister would always protect him, and they relied on each other for survival. she's very smart, as shown in the story. she also loves history, as she said, it can help people learn from the past. its heavily implied she is dead.

ok flure! flure grew up with his older sister and mother who both did ballet (can one of you have an actual dad for once?), and he also followed in their footsteps. however when he was a child he was bullied for liking stereotypical girly things, like playing with his sister's dolls, doing ballet and having long hair. even though he was laughed at for doing it, he still underwent strict training guided bg his sister and mother. he never found the courage to tell his sister or mom even though his sister could tell something was wrong (heard him crying at night). he still thinks he should be more courageous to this day and thinks he's pathetic. we don't know what happened to his family but they probably died.

i wanted to talk about boschi but i realized idk much about him apart from the fact that he only had his grandmother (who's actually a great caretaker for once!) and he was bullied for being a bookworm/nerd at school and had no friends. though he did actually beat those bullies up later for mocking his grandma when she wanted to take him back home. she didn't want boschi to fight but she said herself she was actually rooting for him when he was fighting LMAOOO love her for that

lono. ok so lono was really poor and had no parents, and he acted as the older brother for the younger kids living on the streets with him. he'd work as someone who'd clean up rubble from battling angels, which was a job that had unstable income since no one knows when angels are gonna appear. they were family basically. lono would rather starve than let his siblings eat less, and his love of cooking originated here because he loved seeing them happy from his cooking. we don't know what happened to them, but they're probably dead

nac was born into a rich family, and has a father, not sure if he has a mother, never mentioned at least. apparently the stein family was great at sales or trading or smth??? they're just some very rich and well-known name. however on his 12th birthday, his butler led him to the forest near the stein mansion, and revealed himself to be someone the stein family harmed. just as he was about to kill lil nac in shock, nac retaliated in defense. and when he realized, he already stabbed the man at his vital point. his dad appears out of nowhere and reveals that he knew this all along, and that the stein family is actually a long line of assassins with sales as their front personas. nac was trained to kill since then, and thought he'd never feel positive emotions again before he became a devil butler. he also has scars all around his body, probably from the assassin work he did.

lato and his non-blood related brother, Aleks I think? were kidnapped by people who wanted to train people to become angel fighters. however unlike berrien, this time it's just pure cruelness and literal torture. they were 8 when this experiment started. not only that, all the children were sold by their caretakers to this place, including lato and aleks' "mother", the head of their orphanage, who they deeply loved and believed in. when lato finally found a way to escape, almost half the children were dead.

and when he told the others, they told lato that they already gave up on escaping, including aleks. from, i suppose, all the suppressed anger and trauma, he burned the experiment facility down, leaving the other kids to die because he hallucinated that they wanted them to be burned so they could be free. after that, lato returned to the orphanage even though he knew the "mother" sold him in the first place. guess what the mother did! that's right she ran back into the orphanage when she saw him, locked the fucking door and told him to get the fuck away from her. and lato burned the orphanage down.

now onto the new butler trio!

teddy is the one with the most details in his backstory so far. when he was young, he Had a twin brother, and teddy was a far cry from who he is now. he was negative and gloomy compared to his brother, who was positive and talented, and people always favored teddy's brother more. but one day, his brother died protecting him from an angel, but since they were so alike people didn't know whether the one that died was teddy or his brother. and after grieving his brother, teddy decided to become him, and used his brother's name to live on as him so people wouldn't be sad, because "teddy" was the one that died. and that led to teddy forming his personality today. teddy is his actual name though, he started using it after he became a knight. he became a knight because he wanted to protect people from angels.

but during an attack by an intelligent angel, namely seraphim, one of the angels that appeared at the end of chapter 1 and also the major antagonist of the story, teddy's entire unit got killed. at the start of chapter 2.5, he recuperated in a hospital, however he kept terrible nightmares (reliving the massacre, and hearing the voices of his comrades asking him why he abandoned them and why he got to survive) and so didn't sleep at all. he eventually snuck out of the hospital to visit their graves, and then started wondering what the point of him still being alive is. he almost threw himself off a cliff before haures and aruji reached him.

hanamaru. ten years before the story, hanamaru was fleeing from something- he walked all the way from the east to the central, and collapsed in a forest. a nun found him and took him back to a church that doubled as an orphanage. however the nun soon fell ill and died, so hanamaru began taking care of the kids in the church after he was saved by her.

but 5 years later, the church was attacked by angels. he was away from the church when the attack happened, and when he came back, all he saw were angels flying away from the ruined church. only 4 kids survived. hanamaru had a breakdown, and kept kneeling and pressing his head against the ground, saying things like "i couldn't protect them", "i swear ill keep them safe next time", implying this is not the first time something like this has happened. he swore vengeance against the angels that day, that he would never forgive them, and himself. so berrien suspects that the 4 kids that survived were the people that kept hanamaru around. who knows what could've happened if they passed as well...

lastly (finally), yuuhan. at the age of 9, he trained to become a soldier of the sardeis family so he could protect his hometown, and made it after 3 years. he quickly rose up in the ranks, being a prodigy. in the main story, he started doubting his loyalty to the family after they attempted an assassination on the devil butlers. and he betrayed the sardeis family and fell into their trap when investigating forbidden records. he got thrown into jail by the head, and the head decided for his punishment, yuuhan's whole village and everyone he knew there will be burned and killed. he could only despair in jail. in the story, after his prison guard left after serving him food, yuuhan started crying. he called out to his father, his mother, everyone from his hometown, apologizing again and again, believing that it's his fault that they died.

after that, the head, fubuki, paid him a visit. fubuki beat yuuhan up, pushed him to the verge of death, but not grave enough injuries to die. yuuhan asked fubuki to kill him, but fubuki refused. he even says he'll force feed yuuhan till the day of his death execution if necessary. however, yuuhan was rescued by the butlers during his execution. (it took place in a forest with tigers. basically the death penalty is getting eaten by tigers) he became a devil butler after that.

holy shit. also im not typing Bastien's since you can read his backstory from the tls available here.

[alittlebitofloveliness]

As a Two-Bit lover I must ask…do you think he’s mirror hall or archer coded? (Taylor swift). I’d love to her your explanation for either or!

Also Happy Holidays!

Hi anon! So, I sat on this ask for a few days because I couldn't decide because both songs really work. Ultimately i decided whichever one I could more easily write a songfic with was better, which turned out to be the Archer. Um, so, I hope you enjoy the fic? (sorry if this isn't the kind of exposition you were hoping for, you can always resubmit the ask if it wasn't)

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Combat, I'm ready for combat

The socs spread out in front of them, a wall of madras shirts and unearned superiority, made of more money than he’d ever see in his whole life, enough that his mother wouldn’t have to work herself to death and Susie could have fun for once instead of always having to pinch pennies and be practical. He hears his mom’s voice in his head, telling him it’s not right to hate anyone. He swallows another swig of beer and hates them all anyway. Johnny’s dying, Ponyboy’s sick as a dog, and Dally’s a wild, dangerous explosive animal more than he is human, and all because the socs couldn’t stay on their own side of town.

I say I don't want that, but what if I do?

Everyone from the east side fights. It’s just a way of life. 

‘Why do you always do this?’ Susie had screamed at him once, on one of the many nights he’d stumbled home drunk, bloodied and bruised after picking a fight he didn’t care if he could win. He hadn’t had an answer then, when she’d stitched up his forehead with fury in her eyes, but looking at the socs he does now, thinks maybe he fights sometimes because he likes it a little too much, likes being hit when it feels like he deserves it and hitting someone else when it feels like they do. 

He’s never said he was a good person.

'Cause cruelty wins in the movies

“Look at the dirty fuckers run!” The words feel torn from the savage monster in his chest that delights at the socs downfall, that feels like this is retribution, somewhat, for Johnny and Pony and the rest of their whole fucking neighbourhood. For a second, a blissful moment, it feels almost like they’re in a movie and they’re still a bunch of hoods but the heroes of the story nonetheless.

Then the rest of the night happens, and he remembers that life isn’t ever like a storybook, and that tragedy is the only thing the east side ever has to spare.

I've got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you

He’s in the school hallway a week after Dally and Johnny died, walking with Steve and Ponyboy- for the kid’s comfort or his own he doesn’t know- when he sees her. 

She’s as pretty as she was at the drive in, prettier even, now that it’s daylight and he’s sober enough to see the auburn strands in her otherwise brown curls, and can catalogue the mirth hiding in her clear eyes, a spark he recognizes easily because he sees it every day in the mirror and never managed to find it in anyone else but her, no matter how hard he tried.

He should hate her, the way he hates all the socs now, should blame her for Johnny’s death and Dally’s by proxy because the whole mess started with her and her redhead friend and their shitty, violent boyfriends. To not hate her is almost a betrayal in itself.

She meets his eye, sunlight from the window bathing her face, and smiles. 

He doesn’t hate her. He can’t.

He smiles back. 

She keeps smiling, for weeks, every time she sees him in the hall. He smiles back. Thinks about talking to her. Doesn’t.

She’s in his art class, the only subject he isn’t in a remedial lesson for, and one he used to skip before he noticed her. She sits three rows ahead of him, and sometimes she ties her hair into a huge fluffy ponytail on the top of her head. 

Once, she brushed an errant strand of that glorious hair behind her ear and smeared blue paint along her cheek. She’d laughed at herself and caught his eye, as if to share the joke, and Two-bit found himself thinking about licking it.  

His attendance in other classes is abysmal but art class is near perfect. 

Easy they come, easy they go

Mom gives him a weird look on a sunny morning in May, sometime after the midterm reports are out but before classes end. It’s uncommon, the two of them sitting at the breakfast table together, but he spent last night bailing Steve out of county lockup and she didn’t have an opening shift for once, so they both slept at home and woke up in no sort of rush. 

“You haven’t brought a girl ‘round in a while,” Mom says, and his ears burn because she knows what he brought those girls around for, and it’s embarrassing being asked by his own mother why he’s got no game all of a sudden, “everythin’ alright?”

“Fine.” His ears burn and all he can think about is brown curls and blue paint and the fact that he stopped bringing girls around about the same time he started going to art class everyday, and hadn’t even noticed until now.

“Well,” mom pops a bite of scrambled eggs in her mouth, and grins, her smile the only one in the world that matches his, “you got your eye on anyone?”

His mom has always loved gossip, but she knows what most people don’t: that he loves it too.

Unbidden his mind flashes back to art class and the girl who never seems to leave his mind. He can feel his face split into a smile.

“Maybe.”

I jump from the train, I ride off alone

He talks to her on June 2nd, 1967, the last day of classes. Her usual seat partner is absent along with half the rest of the class who apparently had better things to do than sit in a classroom that’s forty degrees when grades are already in. Steve had ditched before lunch and invited him to go to a poker game at Tommy Prumly’s place, and even Ponyboy had permission from Darry to leave once he handed in his theme for English, but Two-bit had chosen to go to class instead. All because of her. All because he realized if he didn’t talk to her today then it might be a whole summer before he catches a glimpse of her beautiful, quietly mischievous face again. 

“Took you long enough,” is the first thing she says when he slides into the seat next to her, and he laughs, and suddenly he doesn’t know why he waited so long to talk to her again when it’s most of what he’s been thinking about for months.

She steals his pencil crayons while he draws a shitty, cartoonish version of their teacher, complete with a bow tie and an elaborate handlebar mustache, and Marcia giggles so loudly she gets sent into the hall, and Two-bit gets tossed out about half a minute later.

She’s waiting for him in the hallway, hair up in that fluffy ponytail he’s still dying to touch.

“Perfect,” she says, seizing his hand brazenly, right there in the hallway for god and her ex boyfriend and anyone else to see, “I knew you’d follow me. Let's get out of here.”

Then she sprints without warning, dragging him along, flying through the school hallways and out the doors until they reach her car, a tuff blue corvette he feels wrong just staring at.

He thinks that was the moment he truly fell head over heels in love with her, running from nothing and towards everything, her hand in his and him content to follow her anywhere just to bask in her aura a little bit longer. 

I never grew up, it's getting so old

He’s been told his whole life he needs to grow up, stop being so childish, get his shit together, get a job, figure out his life, as if the east side wasn’t all he’d ever have and a hood wasn’t all he’d ever be. Dad said it before he stormed out, Mom said it when she was harried and tired and came home to a sink full of dishes and an empty fridge. Susie said it too, before she gave up and stopped speaking to him altogether. Even Darry said it sometimes, when things with the gang were at their worst. He’d said it after Johnny and Dally passed, and it was about the only time Two-bit ever found himself considering it.

Marcia never says it though, probably because she was just as childish as him. They bought milkshakes instead of dinner and raced to see who could finish theirs first and then stumbled out of the diner with stomach aches and matching grins on their faces. He sings along too loudly to the radio, and when they go for walks she balances on the edge of the sidewalk with her arms out to the side like it’s a tightrope and she’s some sort of gymnast. They make petty bets and she call for a race after she’s already started running and it’s fun and easy and real the way life has never been with anyone else. With every other girl he’s always felt like he had to play a part, the suave greaser, the funny guy from the Curtis gang, a tough, no feelings type of casanova. But with Marly, he’s just him. Keith Mathews. For once, being himself doesn’t feel so soul crushingly bad.

Her kisses taste like chocolate and cherry lip balm, and her touches like sunshine, soft and warm or burning, but always all consuming, and he spends every stolen minute with her and could spend the rest of his life with her and it would never be enough.

Help me hold onto you

He genuinely wonders sometimes how he survived before he met her. Marly’s hand in his feels like the only thing tethering him to the earth after his sister leaves, bag packed and room left empty, having left nothing behind but a note and her grieving family. It’s not as permanent as death, but it hurts more, another abandonment and the knowledge that part of it is his fault.

“You didn’t know,” Marcia whispers into his neck, one of his hands caught between both of hers, “You couldn’t have done anything more. She made her choice.”

Maybe he couldn’t have. That’s the worst part. 

Marly’s too perfect in her pressed green dress and shiny shoes, to be sitting in his run down living room with the peeling wallpaper and stains on the coffee table, but she makes no move to leave, holds him close and curls up next to him on his lumpy mattress that night.

It hurts. He misses his sister, but Marly is here with him, and he isn’t out on a bender, and maybe he will survive this without destroying himself in the process. As long as she’s here next to him.

I've been the archer

I've been the prey

It felt like they played cat and mouse for months before they ever properly spoke after the drive in, but he’s hers now and she’s his, and it doesn’t matter that they’re still sneaking around nearly seven months later, doesn’t matter that they drive a town over to go on dates,  that his friends still think he’s single, and her mom keeps trying to set her up on dates. They love each other. That’s all that matters. 

Right?

Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?

They’ve been together almost a year when he decides he has to break up with her. She’s too good for him, always has been, always will be. It’s cruel of him to tie her down like this, for her to still be a secret after all this time, for her to have to hide him from her family like the shameful thing he is. They come from two different worlds, how could he ever justify tying down someone as effervescent as her? She’s as precious and rare as the jewels in her earrings- earrings he could never in a million years afford to buy her no matter how much he may want to- but him? He’s just some east side hood who likes booze a little too much and isn’t going anywhere but down. Boys like him are a dime a dozen, and he doesn’t know why she bothered to give him the time of day in the first place.

They’re the hardest words he ever has to say, but he says them anyway.

“This can’t keep workin’. You know it can’t. Just- please, don’t make this any harder than it has to be, I’m beggin’ you, Marly, please.”

He turns to leave, half because she’s so beautiful sometimes she’s hard to look at, and half because he doesn’t want her to see the tears in his eyes. Greasers shouldn’t cry in front of anyone, but especially not pretty soc girls they’d fallen in hopeless, unsustainable, soul shattering love with. Besides, his tears would only hurt her, more than he knows he already has, breaking things off like this without warning, and if there’s one thing he’s recently learned he hates more than anything in the world its causing one Marcia Valentine any sort of pain. 

“No,” soft, manicured hands close around his arm in a grip that’s near bruising, and when he looks into her brown eyes they’re fiercer than he’s ever seen- which is saying something giver her strong opinions on just about everything. “You’re not doing this to us Keith Mathews. You’re not doing this to me. I won’t let you.”

“Mar,” he tucks a rogue curl behind her ear, a selfish final excuse to touch her in this, the last moment where he can, the action he’d longed to do in that art class all those months ago, “I ain’t good for you. Your folks can’t stand me and they don’t even know I exist, your friends wouldn’t give you the time of day if they knew about us, and I can’t exactly blame them-”

“Shut up!” She snaps, and she’s real angry now, he can tell, just like he can tell he’s about to get an earful.

“You listen to me, Keith Mathews, and you listen good. I don’t care.” She wrenches herself away from him, trembling with rage, and all he wants to do is wrap her in his arms, but he can’t let his shitty self tarnish her imperfect perfection any longer. It was selfish and cruel to have let it last this long in the first place, but he is and always has been the lowliest form of a selfish man.

“I don’t care,” Marcia repeats, her chin jutting out stubbornly, “You hear me, Keith Mathews? I don’t give a flying fuck what anyone else thinks. I’ll tell my parents, and Cherry, and the goddamn president tomorrow if it’ll convince you I’m serious about this because I need you.You get that? I need you like I need air to breathe and water to drink and sugar to keep me sane. I need you. I love you, like I never loved anyone else, and I know you love me too. So you can’t end this for no reason. You just can’t.”

“I know-” her breath hitches, and tears fall from her eyes but she keeps going, brave, so brave, always, “I know you think you’re some kind of worthless or that I’m somehow out of your league and I wish I knew why. And I wish I knew how to convince you otherwise, or show you how I see you because you’re so much better than that but- but I’m not going to let the piece of you that believes you don’t deserve anything good in this life tear us apart, because you deserve it all Keith. You deserve it all. You deserve to be happy, and I know- I know I make you happy. ”

Fuck. His own tears start to fall in earnest this time, and he looks away reflexively, not wanting her to see him cry- he’s supposed to be funny, he’s supposed to keep things light, to make her laugh, keep her laughing, all the time-

“Hey,” suddenly his cheek is cupped in a soft palm and he’s looking into her eyes once more, and there's so much feeling there if he didn’t know better he thinks he’d call it forever. “I mean it. You deserve to be happy. Let us be happy, okay? We can be happy.”

“O-okay,” it feels like a gift and like a curse but her face splits into a familiar smile he loves so much and anything that makes her look like that could never be bad, not really. 

She swipes her thumb under his eye, wiping away a stray tear, and the gesture is so gentle, so sweet, so loving it’s the complete last straw.

The dam breaks and a full on sob bursts from his mouth. The next thing he knows he’s cradled in Marcia’s arms and she’s pulling his head down to rest it on her shoulder, cooing softly in his ear and holding him together as he falls apart.

“We can keep being happy,” she promises, “you deserve it. You deserve to keep being happy.”

With her, he thinks one day he could believe it.

You could stay

You could stay

You

[hysteriaww]

would kai have saved bonnie if damon left her ?

The simple answer imo is yes - the complicated answer would be his *reasons* for saving her.

I feel like if Kai saved Bonnie in 6x22, it would be VERY different from when he saved her in 6x13 on her bday. In 6x13, saving Bonnie was a huge sacrifice Kai made bc of his newfound guilt and other growing feelings about her. But if Kai saved her in 6x22, that man would do it out of SPITE lmfao. Like sure, maybe a *tiny* fragment of leftover post-merge Kai would save her bc he believed she deserved better, but at the mental state that he was in by 6x22, i think a larger part of him would actually be looking to save her out of this petty urge to make bonnie suffer, bc dying would be too easy for her according to his thought process 💀

In canon, remember how Kai got annoyed by damon seemingly deciding to let bonnie die and choosing elena over her super quickly? He complains, saying smthg like "This decision was supposed to torture him," bc he wanted damon to agonize over the bonnie vs elena choice for a long time. Similarly, i think bonnie dying just like that would eliminate a lot of the angst, pain and tension of the situation, so Kai would save her life *just* so bonnie and damon would be forced to live with the uncomfortable reality of damon choosing elena over her and deal with the emotional fallout of that instead of pretending they have the world's best friendship, as they'd been doing for all of S6 (bc Kai would enjoy watching that mess).

Ofc, that would probably result in Bonnie aiming a lot of her resentment towards Kai for forcing her to face those hard truths, but maybe, after an initial explosion (and a lil nudging from Kai), she might realize that targeting kai is just shooting the messenger rather than addressing the root problem (her toxic friends). If it hadn't been kai, then somebody else would've made bonnie see the truth but either way, that's something she needed to see.

Realistically, even after this realization, i don't think bonnie would've suddenly warmed up to kai, but i think it might've pushed her to ditch damon instead of sticking around Mystic Falls to help him all the time (which would've consequently made Kai suddenly lose interest in Mystic Falls too xD). If Damon then chose to seek her out to beg her (read: force her) to defeat the town's new villains-of-the-week, or if he found her w his humanity off and tried to kill her to get elena back, i think kai might've surprised them all by appearing out of nowhere to get damon off bonnie's case (bc kai being kai was prob keeping tabs on bonnie's whereabouts as soon as she skipped town).

And maybe Kai's sudden appearance would've led to a bonkai confrontation with Kai realizing he may have saved her out of spite in 6x22, but there is no explanation for why he saved her from damon this time besides.. *wanting* bonnie to get her life away from her friends. And maybe that would've also led him to unsubtly point out that an elena-free existence had actually made bonnie's life better, thanks to kai.

Bon would probably kick his ass halfway across the world after a comment like that but i think it would stick with her, making its way under her skin as it sinks in that the horrific thing Kai did really did end up working out for her in the long run. Bc as we know, even at his lowest, there was always some part of Kai that begrudgingly wanted bonnie's attention and validation and rly resented her friends getting that from her while walking all over her. It would take a long time, but slowly and surely, i think Bonnie's intuition would eventually pick up on that tiny part of Kai that saved her life to show her that she deserved better. It would be very uncomfortable for her to realize that Big Bad Kai could no longer be an easy scapegoat for all her problems, but that might be just what she needs to finally see Kai as a person, rather than a monster. And from there? Well, looots of opportunities and potential would open up from there 😏

[missmyloko]

What's In a Kimono? Part 10

On The Ninth Day of Fun I present... a new kimono! Another series makes it to the double digit mark at last! Let's take a dive into the kimono that's gracing the cover of my upcoming book ^^

Name: Kichō No Yume (几帳の夢) - Partition Dream Type: Houmongi (訪問着) Time Period: Heisei Period (1989 - 2019) Condition: Excellent Material: Silk Motifs: Partitions, Clouds, Fans, and Flowers Execution and Techniques: Yuzen and Stencils Value: $200 - 250 USD When I originally went to purchase this piece I thought that it was shibori (tie dye), but I was very surprised when it arrived and found that it's all hand dyed instead! The entire piece, including the background, is either hand painted yuzen or stencil dyed with extremely small, intricate stencils! This gives the whole piece a very dreamy effect that makes you want to stare and pick out the all of the details. It's almost hard to believe that the black background or the blue clouds aren't solid colors. The main motif here are Kichō (几帳), which are partitions used by the nobility during the Heian Period (794 - 1185), and cypress fans, also used by the nobility during the Heian Period. The partitions would be set up in rooms and block the viewer from gazing directly upon the face of the other noble. Just like the partitions, these large cypress fans were used by court women to hide their faces in large rooms and when meeting with potential suitors. The partitions and the fans were both decorated with pieces of silk that accentuated their length and drew the eye of the viewer to their lovely designs. You may have noticed on the right hand side near where the hem meets the collar that there's a random white square among all of the color. This isn't there by accident, but it being blank is! This is the area where the artist would dye their signature. That it somehow got skipped and sold as-is is gives it an air of mystery as it was clearly a work of art made by a famous artist, but who? I haven't found any other markings on this piece, so I guess we'll never know ^^