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Behind the scenes- Peaky Blinders (Part 1)

Cillian Murphy x reader

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A/N: I wrote this to celebrate the 10th anniversary of the series… right on time before this day ends! I had to cut it into two parts because it got a bit longer… there are no words enough to thank each of you (the peaky fam) for what writing and reading has given me. This little project is really really special and I want to thank @notyour-valentine for tagging me in this request a while ago, thank you for your generosity Val, there’s a little gift between the lines for you. And for the help you provided for another part related to horses♥️

But also @heidimoreton for creating this gorgeous moodboard to go with this story! And my dear @holacia3 for the help you gave me too about horses and @forbidden-forest-witch this is for your belated birthday and the little surprise♥️

Word count: 4,745

✨ Summary: Join us at the stables as Cillian gets riding lessons for his iconic role as Tommy Shelby in the series Peaky Blinders. He came to learn all about horses, but he ended up falling in love not only with them.

During his career, he had played several roles, learned how to walk on heels for Breakfast on Pluto, about space for Sunshine, even played a part in a film that was close to home in “The wind that shakes the Barley” about the historic war between Northern Ireland and Great Britain.

Acting was such a treat to calm -in a way- his hyperactive mind.

He preferred to not answer what he wasn’t willing to do for a role, because he’d probably do anything.

That included riding horses. Which, in reality he wasn’t a bit familiar with.

He had never even been close to one in his life. His driving skills were so poor, how would he fucking manage an animal that big?

Yet, here he was waiting in the living room of the horses sanctuary located in a remote place of England he had never heard before.

The sighting was breathtaking, the air so pure, no city noise, it was quiet, calm, everything he was looking for before the storm started, he had never been on a series before and the mental challenges of this character was the biggest of his entire career, he had never met a man as complex and with so many layers as this Tommy Shelby he had spent weeks reading, the internal turmoil this man has been through after the war wasn’t his only problem, his background included a household with lots of family problems, taking care of his younger siblings while stepping up to build an ilegal business and endless enemies that he would encounter along the way.

Cillian was greeted by the teenager behind the desk and asked him to wait because the trainer hadn’t show up that morning and she rushed to call someone else on a radio.

“Someone will be here shortly, can I offer you something to drink in the mean time sir?”

Cillian chuckled at the sir part.

“Water would be great.”

Turning around, he was able to see through the window, finding a woman galloping at speed and coming down from the horse without really stopping with just a jump.

Seconds later, the same woman entered the reception out of breath and walked straight to the girl.

“Your horse trainer called in sick again.” Cillian heard the teenager say.

“Thanks Willow, can you help me reschedule the appointment with the bank?”

“Sure, Y/N. Will you also reschedule his sessions?” The teenager pointed at him.

Until now, Cillian had only being able to watch her from behind; petite but lean frame, she had black tight pants, riding boots and a cream jumper on, her hair up in a high pony tail cascading on her upper back.

But when she turned around, Cillian was lost for words as the most angelic face met him.

And he wasn’t one bit religious.

“Mr. Murphy nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.” She offered her hand firmly along with a smile. “Our trainer isn’t available today, please accept my apologies could we reschedule?”

He stammered, not knowing what to say.

“Y/N, you could show him how to ride too.” The teenager proposed.

“I thought you’d be on your way to school young lady.” Y/N raised her eyebrows at the girl. God she was just like her aunt.

“Whatever, I was just saying.” Getting her bag, she stormed from behind the counter. “Should I tell aunt Val dinner is cancelled?”

Oh no.

She knew that look, it was the same her aunt would give her.

“Honey don’t tell your aunt anything.”

“Bye auntie! Bye Mr. Murphy!”

“Sorry, so? I think one of our trainers comes back from a horse fair on Saturday if that day works for you.”

Leaning on the counter, Cillian decided to take a risk. There was something about her.

“I’m in a bit of a hurry, would it give you a lot of trouble if you show me?”

“Not at all! I just thought you wanted a professional trainer that’s all.”

He smiled and for an instant, Y/N’s heart skipped a beat.

“Right, well… follow me this way.” She lead the way outside of the property. “Is this some kind of bucket list thing?” Mondays were usually quiet days at the sanctuary, nothing like the weekends when they were usually packed.

Cillian walked next to her, hands inside his pockets. Unsure about how much to reveal.

“I need to learn how to ride.” He chuckled a little, the script was phenomenal and he was extremely excited about it, but until now he wasn’t able to talk about the project.

Y/N guided him towards the stables, he had seen a few in movies or the telly, but being there in person, it was another story, it was huge and his heart got too excited as his eyes found the horses.

“Do you’ve a particular preference for a horse?” Y/N asked curious about the hermetic man before her.

“Racehorses.”

Y/N turned around slowly to look at him. There was a subtle accent different from his voice, but she brushed it away.

Cillian tried to clear his throat, aware of the voice tone he just used, he was still practicing the accent and mannerisms he had been building over this new character.

“Okay… I can’t let you ride a racehorse if you’ve never been on a horse.”

“Why not?”

“Look, horses are just like people, they’ve their own temper, feelings, the know when we’re scared or aggressive, we don’t mess around them… I’d suggest you start with a gentle horse first.”

“You seem to know a lot about them.” Cillian observed the way she was caressing one as they walked.

“I grew up in this place, my grandparents started this sanctuary, my mother was the only child and she kept the family business, then it was my time to take over.”

“How long have you been running this place?”

“Since I was eighteen.” Y/N admitted. “This is Sally, she’s a good girl.”

Cillian observed Y/N’s moves, the way she approached the horses. And she showed him the right way to caress the animal.

“Can I touch her?”

Bringing the hose to her by the muzzle, she giggled. “She says you can.”

“What else does she says?” It felt soft and he noticed the way Sally was moving her ears.

“That she doesn’t believe you, horses are one of the most intelligent creatures.”

Cillian chuckled, accepting the snack Y/N brought over. He was fascinated by the level of trust she showed with each animal, the way each of them reacted, it was so true, as he was noticing little differences in each horse as their own personalities, it was amazing and as Y/N shared more details about the place with him, he found it was impossible to keep lying to her, she had such an energy that was so inviting, giving him a lot of comfort.

Y/N introduced him to all of the horses, caressing each of them, mentioning little details about their personalities or a couple of qualities. She seemed to know them all well and Cillian was marveled by the way each horse behaved with her. Y/N spent a good amount of time explaining him some of the basics.

“I think I learned how to ride a horse before I started walking, all my childhood I was eager to get out of school to come home and run straight to the stables. They’ve been with me through my worst moments, they own such a healing power humans do not understand about, they’re pure creatures… sorry, I’m boring you.” She mumbled feeling her cheeks burn.

“Not at all, I find it fascinating… the way you talk to them and about them, it’s magical.”

“Y/N! The foal is coming early!”

Y/N’s face went blank they still had a few week left. Turning to Cillian she apologized, but she needed to be there, so she asked Jonah the guy how took care of the saddles to show Cillian around while she was gone, but it could be hours.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine, I’m staying at the small bed and breakfast that’s close.”

And he saw her run out of the stables, Jonah explained to him they built a small facility to those special occasions. The boy around his early twenties showed him the racks full of saddles and other equipment they used, he was surprised by all of the things they had around to use with the horses.

It was until around nine o clock when Y/N came down from the stairs, after taking a long bath, she had been so tired helping in the delivery that she just wanted a cup of tea and head off to sleep.

“Jesus, what are you doing here?” She gasped closing the robe tight against her body, she wasn’t expecting to find Cillian sitting by the window.

“Well I asked if I could use the books you’ve here and they said it was alright.” He smiled gently pointing at the pile of books he placed on the table next to him, an empty cup in the corner.

“You’ve been here reading since I left the stables?”

He chuckled a little, not aware of the track of time, he had been reading. “Yes, they’re fascinating.” He debated himself whether revealing her the truth or not.

Y/N threw him a puzzled look.

“You live here? Upstairs I mean.”

She nodded. “Yes, the house was so big so I turned the first floor into the main offices, the kitchen is in the back if you need anything.”

“Thanks, I’ve been looking around at the portraits, hope you don’t mind.”

Just as Y/N was about to answer him, a loud thunder echoed through the property. it was so loud it felt like the house would come crashing down. The sound of droplets of rain against the windows followed right after.

“I’d love to stay and talk about the books with you but I really need to go.” Y/N explained just as she rushed upstairs to get changed when she came back down a few minutes later, he noticed her hair was pulled back in a loose braid, cascading down her back.

“Wait.” Cillian stopped her placing his hand on her arm, “can I come with you?”

She was unsure because of his lack of knowledge, but Cillian seemed to read her mind. “I promise to stay back.”

“Okay.” She nodded and offered a rain jacket from the small closet next to the door.

“Is everything alright?” Cillian asked her with curiosity after getting in her vehicle to protect themselves from the heavy rain.

“It’s one of my horses… he gets pretty scary of this terrible weather.” She explained absently, holding the steering wheel with such force that made her knuckles turn white.

“Tell me about him.”

“Thunder is… special, he was born on a night like this and I know doing this sounds ridiculous, but how can I stand there and do nothing?”

She looked at him for an instant, all of her feelings right there in the surface for him to see and read. Cillian nodded, fighting against the lump on his throat that formed after detecting the passion in her voice.

In silence, Cillian followed Y/N inside the barn rushing immediately towards Thunder.

“There it is my good boy.” She started caressing the horse by the muzzle, gently. The horse was extremely agitated. “Everything’s fine… just a loud noise, you know that.”

Cillian found himself staring at her, unable to look anywhere else, he was under some kind of spell.

“Shh, shh.” She held the horse by the curb rein, -he now knew some of the horsemanship-. “Listen to me, Thunder.”

Marveled by her tactics and control over the horse, he couldn’t help it but start whispering a Romany poem he recently learned as part of the script for the series he was working in. Locking eyes with the beautiful animal, he felt like time stood still, it was as if the horse was going through every layer of his mind and soul and the rest of his surroundings faded away. Eventually, the horse started to give in, coming to a calm state.

“What did you do?” Y/N asked squinting her eyes. “It takes me ages to calm him down.”

Cillian shook his head, realizing the deep connection with the horse was gone but it was impossible to explain that it wasn’t him… it was his character’s nature. It was in his blood.

“It’s a poem.” He admitted quietly noticing the storm was coming down.

“In a foreign langua-?

“Thunder!” A boy stormed through the barn directly in the horse’s corral.

“Arlo what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be sleeping.”

“I thought Thunder might get scared.” He argued, poking his head in to make sure the horse was safe.

“You’re not allowed to come here by yourself in the middle of the night.” She argued.

“But Muuuum!”

Cillian’s heart skipped a beat.

“No buts, Thunder is perfectly fine.” She transformed into a completely different person. “We’re going back to the house right now.”

“Who are you?” Arlo gave him a look, a serious one.

“I’m showing him to ride a horse, focus… on the truck now.” She then turned to look at Cillian. “The only road that could take you to the b&b is probably stuck, it would be better if you stay at the house tonight.”

He wanted to argue, but judging by the intensity of the storm, she was right.

“Sure, thanks.”

She touched the horse’s nose a few times before closing the gate. Cillian followed them in silence, still moved about what just happened with that horse.

“How long are you staying?” Arlo asked Cillian from the back seat.

“A week.”

“What’s your favorite horse?” The kid asked.

“Arlo, it’s late and Mr. Murphy is probably tired.”

He shook his head. “Just Cillian please and it’s fine.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as she saw Cillian giving her a wink and tilting his head.

Parking the truck, Arlo flew inside the house, leaving a wet patch on the floor of his footsteps.

“Boots and bed.” Y/N instructed with a firm voice. “You can stop by tomorrow morning to meet the new Filly.” Cillian saw her kissing the top of the kid’s head and the hint of a smile spread on her lips. “Sorry about that.”

“He looks like you. Must be awesome to have them help you around.”

Y/N made a face. “Them?”

“Arlo and his father?” Cillian asked in confusion.

And now she was moving her head from left to right. “There’s no father around, he left us after learning I was pregnant.” Y/N looked towards the stairs where her son disappeared a few minutes ago, shuddering. “Can I offer you some tea? It’s cold.”

“‘M sorry… shouldn’t have assumed.”

Brushing off the topic, she started the kettle and Cillian went back to feel extremely comfortable around her. And considering the personal revelation she just shared with him, he needed to be honest in return.

“I’m working in a project that involves horses, but like such a real passion for horses.” He ended up confessing after meeting all of them.

“That sounds interesting.” She admitted but decided to not ask further.

“Yeah,” Cillian ran his hand over the back of his neck. “I need you to show me everything about them… please. I’m portraying a character that involves a man that used to be in love with them, horses are a huge part of this man’s soul, it’s for a BBC series.”

Y/N turned with two cups in her hands, her mind trying to register his words.

“I-I’m an actor.” Cillian revealed after an instant. “But I need you to keep this between us because I signed a confidentiality contract and I could get kicked out of it.”

“Goodness I’m sorry, thought I had seen you before but I couldn’t remember where,” an adorable blush turned her cheeks pink, “I hope you understand I don’t go to the movies a lot, my whole life is this sanctuary and my son…”

“Please don’t even say it.” He chuckled. “I actually prefer it that way.”

“I think the last movie I saw you in…” Y/N stared into the ceiling thinking about it, “was it Inception? Probably.”

Cillian smiled and he lighted the entire kitchen with it.

“Yeah.”

Pouring both cups, Cillian stood up to take them from her hands.

“So uhhm… this project? Why exactly do you need a racehorse?” She asked cautiously.

“My character is a bookmaker, he arranges races… it’s placed in 1919 so he moved around horses after World War I. It’s quite interesting.” Cillian raised his eyebrows in appreciation for the tea after taking a sip. “Fascinating actually.”

“Definitely sounds intriguing.” Y/N admitted leaning her elbow on the table.

“As soon as I started reading the script I was attracted into his world.” He smiled, revering when he got the call for the audition. “Sorry I don’t want to keep you up.”

“It’s fine, I’ll stay for a little longer checking some paperwork.” Her thumb rubbed a chip in her mug. “So would it be okay if I show you everything? From brushing the horse, how to hook the saddle? The way you should approach one?”

Leaning back, Cillian looked at her with his head tilted to the side. “I actually need to learn how to ride bareback.”

****

The following morning, Y/N was preparing the lunchbox for Arlo when a deep voice startled her.

“Good morning.” Cillian saw the little jump she did.

“Hello, did you sleep well?”

Nodding, he smiled in her direction. “Thank you for the accommodation, much better than the B&B.”

“So! I just came here to check the new-” Val announced from the front door just as Arlo stormed into the kitchen but she cut herself when she spotted a man in the corner, “horse, but I see you’re busy.” She replied looking at you. “Just wanted to say it’s highly approved by the comitee. Hello, I’m Val.” She greeted Cillian.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Val…” Y/N added as a warning, knowing how Val was.

“What? It fills all the requirements… great breed, elegance, experience.” She made an OK with her hand.

“Val.” Y/N repeated. “Arlo go or you will be late for school.” She kissed the kid goodbye and felt Val’s eyes on her.

Of course her best friend wasn’t talking about a goddamn horse!

“How about I see you later today? I’m about to get a bit busy.” Y/N asked, she needed to get her friend out of her house before she could keep talking about Cillian as if he was a horse. “We’ve a riding lesson about to start.”

“Have a great time at the barn!” Val gave her a look before leaving them.

After a quick breakfast, Y/N gave him a pair of high boots and introduced Cillian to the different tools they used with the horses.

“To check the heel, you have to take your horse from here.” Y/N showed him how to carefully bend the horse’s leg. “It’s important to let them know that you know what you’re doing. They’re very sensitive.”

Cillian watched intensely every single move she made, how her tone was soft while she had a firm grip on the horse. He couldn’t get to move his eyes from her as she used one of the many tools to brush the mare’s neck.

“They also love to get petted.” Y/N added as she noticed Cillian got quiet. “Would you like to give it a try?”

Finally snapping from his trance, he took the brush and tentatively started to brush the mare.

“She likes that.” Y/N encouraged him noticing the little noises Goldie was making.

“She’s beautiful.” Cillian complimented.

“One of the most gentle ones I’ve seen so far.” Y/N caressed the mare from the other side, giving Cillian space to get comfortable around Goldie. “Her owner, Cia is a great friend and client.”

“And I assume the name is because of the color?” Cillian asked with interest, toiling the soft texture of Goldie.

Y/N nodded profusely.

“She’s recovering from an injury so well, now just needs some rest and she’ll be able to go back on the road in no time.” Cillian noticed the way she whispered to Goldie, looking straight into her eyes.

And she showed him how to get Goldie saddled, adding important tips and tricks to do it right, how to do it properly. It took him a few tries to do it right, but Y/N was so patient, she even admitted that was a virtue she had to thank the horses for.

“Y/N I’m sorry for not coming yesterday.” A woman approached them. “They said I could find you here.”

“Brie don’t worry, is everything alright?” Y/N asked while she eyed Cillian from the corner of her eyes.

That’s when Bries’s eyes sparkled. “Yes! Oh! Y/N… I’ve something to tell you.”

Cillian didn’t even look at them, he was totally engrossed on Goldie, all of his senses on brushing the mare, carefully to not stand behind her just like Y/N instructed. She had been answering all of his endless questions.

“Brie what’s happening?” Y/N looked at her horse trainer with curiosity.

“I just found out I’m pregnant!” She explained with excitement, unable to contain it or hide it any longer.

Y/N pulled her for a tight hug. “Brie, congratulations! This is the best news.”

There were tears in her eyes. “That’s why I couldn’t make it yesterday, I got morning sick and stayed in bed all day. But everything is perfect!”

Y/N couldn’t be happier, by the corner of his eyes, Cillian noticed the genuine smile on her face.

“Okay, so how about you go into the office and help me with the paperwork? I will be in charge for the training from now.” Y/N wrapped her arm around Brie and gave her a tender squeeze. “Made some sandwiches, help yourself.”

“That’s delicious! I brought some chips because, well cravings!” She chuckled giving Cillian a quick glance, it had been ages ago when Y/N went to the barn to give riding lessons.

Turning again towards Cillian, Y/N noticed how good he was, and he learned fast. “You’re a natural.”

Cillian smiled pleased with his improvement, he couldn’t wait to get on the horse.

“Got the best trainer to teach me.”

As time was flying, she noticed it was almost time for Arlo to come back home. “Look, how about we take a break? I need to make lunch for my son but you can join us if you want.”

“I don’t want to disturb your dynamic, Y/N.”

Y/N shook her head. “Non of that.” After caressing the horse’s ears, she added; “come have lunch with us.”

Leaving the boots right next to Y/N’s, Cillian changed into his shoes as they walked into the kitchen, finding Brie with her back at them.

“I hope you don’t mind, I made some pasta.” She smiled at them. “Enough for all of us.”

“Brie you’re going to spoil me just like that baby with some delicious food all the time? I mightjustb open the guest bedrooms and rent them.” Y/N joked leaning over the pot, the smell made her stomach growl.

“Well given the financial circumstances that isn’t a bad idea.” Brie admitted.

“Congratulations.” Added Cillian from the corner of the kitchen.

“Thank you!”

“Mum! I’ve already chose a name for the filly!” Arlo’s voice resonated from the entrance.

“Hello, good evening to you too, can you show some modals please?”

“Hello!” Arlo went to wash his hands and started helping his Mum set the table, Cillian offered to assist the kid. “Do you like riding?”

Looking at him, Cillian nodded. “I’m hoping I won’t be an embarrassment.”

“It’s easy!”

Cillian chuckled at him. “You say that because you were born riding.”

“Are you friends with my Mum? Does it means you’re my friend too?”Arlo gave him a hopeful look. Cillian answered him with a nod. “She needs some.”

Catching the last part of the conversation only Y/N approached them with the food, Brie following her steps.

“I need you to not bother our guests.” She answered and disheveled his hair playfully.

“Y/N I was thinking on what you said.” Cillian looked at her cautiously. “If you want of course… I could pay you and stay here instead of the B&B.”

“Are you sure?” Y/N asked considering his offer.

He nodded. “I rather stay here and use the driving time from there to here and back in learning more.” Deep down he loved the familiar energy.

“Mum, say yes! I can show Cillian my cars collection!” Arlo suggested excited.

“Well, yes. How can I say no?” She accepted earning a round of happy chants from everyone.

By the end of the day Cillian learned how to get the horse saddled, it was so important to hold it firmly in place. But also he learned to listen to the horse, he needed to make sure the horse was comfortable. Y/N suggested they could go for a walk and take the horses, it was extremely important for Cillian to learn to control the horse while being on the ground first to then be able to ride one.

The following day, they spent a good amount of time working on showing Cillian how to get on the horse, it took several attempts. It was harder than Y/N made it look. But Cillian was determined to give all of him. And more than once, he found himself staring at her until she motioned him to get closer to have a better look and he’d snap out from his trance.

In just a few days he realized Y/N had a very kind heart judging by the way she treated the horses, she showed them respect and loved them with every fiber in her body. The work she did was admirable, being right there away from everything and everyone allowed him to really understand a fundamental part of his character.

By the third day in the facility, Cia paid Goldie a visit, she wanted to take her mare back home but Y/N suggested waiting a few more days until she was fully recovered. While Y/N walked Cia to her vehicle, Cillian decided to stop by Thunder’s corral.

“Hello! Is Y/N around?” Val approached him. “Arlo said she was here.”

“She went to walk Cia out after checking her mare.”

Val doubted whether to ask him directly or not, but she knew her friend better than anyone. “I hope you don’t find me or what I’m about to say rude… but I’ve seen the way you look at her, Brie says Y/N is smiling again, something she hasn’t done much apart from Arlo of course. Do you like her?”

Cillian took a step back, surprised by Val’s sharp eye. But he ended up nodding.

“Don’t look at me like I grew another head, I care about her but I also know she has been disappointed and hurt before,” Cillian looked down, not knowing what to do or say, “she likes you, secretly.”

Val’s words made him snap his head up to look at her.

“She does, I can see it in her eyes… so all I ask is give her time, slowly just like you would start riding a horse, you don’t go galloping after getting on them. She’s like a wild horse after getting kicked so many times, she acts on defensive mode but underneath she’s a softy.”

And just as she arrived, she left, leaving Cillian alone to face an avalanche to a door he closed because when he signed the contract for the Peaky Blinders series, he decided to end the relationship he was in and making the firm decision that he’d focus on this project only.

But sometimes, life has a different plan than yours.

“I came here willing to learn how to ride, but I think I’m getting so much more than that.” Cillian confessed to the thorough, extending his hand to caress the horse’s muzzle.

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Part 2

A/N: Nothing, just THANK YOU! ✨♥️🚬🥃

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softfem-dom · 3 months ago

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HEY HUNNY!

can I have some more Hybrid!Outsiders imagines bc I read Ur lil fics before I sleep and then I happily dream about them because that's how my brain works (it's 10pm rn) 😋

Remember to get some rest, drink water, eat something, and take breaks <333!

YES OFC SWEETHEART (i've got your other ask about the hcs for the outsiders halfway dw)

So, thinking about how Dallas and Bob would be such shits when it comes to being sick. Like they can catch a cold and be acting like they're dying or smth 😬

Soda is more on the allowed to cry about it side. Like the man's just got weak emotional strength when he's sick 😭 the poor little dude'll start crying without noticing cuz they're fever tears and everything's so hot and cold at the same time 😔 Pony. I actually can't see him getting sick. Gotta be the one with the strongest defenses or something, but he'll just catch a cold at max and simply live thru it. The most prone to getting sick is undeniably Johnny, i can't tell u why but I just know this man's defenses are low as hell. (I strongly hc him to be an iron deficiency princess🥰 /totally not projecting rn🙏😬.) He'll just sulk around, probably get under some blankets and sleep it off. He'll obviously want his mommy to scratch his ears and give him some pets from time to time.

Darry is obviously the one to pretend he's not as sick as he is. That German Sephered's the king of overworking himself lol💪. You'll only get him to rest properly if u promise him that you're gonna keep Dallas and Bob in separate rooms. Steve and Two-Bit are kinda neutral sicks, they'll just play it up cuz they're drama queens and want your attention all to themselves. They fr want to gatekeep your pets and praises for as long as they can.

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novaksupremacy · 5 months ago

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The Veiled Law of Affection- Chapter 6

had the day off so I popped out another one for you :)

The Veiled Law of Affection-Chapter 6

Word Count: 6358

Casey Novak x Olivia Benson

by PKJ @novaksupremacy

Based on the events surrounding S5 E24 "Poison", little bit of smut, lots of mushy angsty schtuff, sibling arguments, one of my favorite Casey episodes.

Read Part 5

“Look you’re making a mistake!” The woman shouted in the interrogation room. As it stood, she was accused of poisoning her adopted daughter. They had learned from her other little girl that she made the poor child stand in the corner with a sponge full of detergent in her mouth. As if that wasn’t bad enough the girl’s hospital visit was delayed by hours, causing sever detriment from the poisoning. Her husband’s sister had also spoken to Benson and Stabler about the many red flags pertaining to her parenting skills.

“Not according to your sister-in-law,” Olivia barked.

The woman scoffed, “Wendy never liked me you can’t listen to her!”

Elliot raised his voice, “Can we listen to your other daughter, Katie, Mrs. Campbell?”

Her attorney Gates laughed, “Sure, because seven-year-olds are so reliable. Tomorrow, she’ll tell you a pony with wings lives in her closet.”

Stabler was fuming at this point, “So Katie made the whole thing up, right? How you shoved a sponge of soapy water into Alexis’ mouth while she gagged and cried! Made her stand in a corner, counting, until she collapsed!”

“I feel terrible that I wasn’t paying close enough attention!” Karen Campbell started shouting, “But I can’t possibly be everywhere at once! I have FOUR children! I am a good mother!

Munch and Fin had Mr. Campbell in the other interrogation room at the same time.

“Why don’t you believe me?” the man leaned against the window, arms folded.

“We do, that’s why you’re not under arrest Munch said flatly.

“My wife did nothing wrong!”

“You couldn’t know what your wife did. You were gone all day.” Fin said more questioning than matter of fact.

“I told you when I got home Alexis had stopped breathing and Karen was hysterical. If we wanted to poison Alexis, what would we bring her to the hospital at all?”

John snapped at him, “Actually I’m more interested in why your wife does the things she does. Like berate and emotionally abuse your adopted daughter.”

“That’s a lie!”

“You callin’ your sister a liar? She says Karen treats that girl worse than a dog!” Fin retorted.

As Liv and Elliot came out of the interrogation room, they found Agent Huang and Casey waiting for them in the bullpen.

“The emergency room said they pumped two cups of detergent out of Alexis’ stomach.” Huang stated as they walked up.

Elliot shook his head in disgust, “Mrs. Campbells accident story is a bunch of crap! No kid is gonna drink two cups of that stuff willingly.”

“What about the dear old dad?” Liv interjected. “He had to know that his wife hated that kid.”

Casey sighed, “he wasn’t home so criminally he’s not responsible.”

“We got the mother right?” Elliot asked, agitated by the situation.

“How’s the seven-year-old?” The redhead questioned, she knew Elliot was good at his job, but she still had to do hers.

“Solid.”

“No chance you influenced her statement?” She didn’t want to ask but she had to.

“None, counselor. I’ve been doing this a little bit longer than you,” the detective said back his tone less then amiable.

Casey tilted her head, she hated that El took things so personally. “Just making sure we’re covered, children under nine aren’t automatically swearable.”

“I can talk to her,” Huang offered, “If she knows the difference between a lie and the truth then she can testify.” Casey nodded as a show of gratitude.

“Hey Detective Benson, while you’re waiting, I have some paperwork for you in my office that I’ve been meaning to give you.” Casey tossed out nonchalantly.

“Sure, I’ve got a few minutes.” Liv nodded, her hands in her pockets. “After you Counselor.”

The brunette tailed on the heels of the ADA as they headed down the hall. Huang couldn’t help but snicker as they walked away. “It’s ridiculous that they’re still making excuses at this point. We pretty much all know what that was about.”

“Guess Daddy wants a little midnight snack, you know what I’m sayin’?” Fin nudged the FBI agent in his rib.

Elliot snorted into his coffee, “What?” He laughed so hard he choked on some of the hot liquid. “Who wants a what?”

Fin was laughing “Oh you haven’t had the pleasure of hearing that exchange yet? Imma let you experience that on ya own.”

Munch walked over with a cup of coffee in his hand, “What, what’s so funny what did I miss?” Everyone just shook their heads and assure him it was nothing. “You know this doesn’t make me believe in the conspiracy that everyone’s working against me, any less. If anything, you, you’re just adding fuel to the fire.”

Casey shut the door to her office and locked it, closing the blinds tight.

Liv rubbed her eyes, “Case, I gotta tell you baby, I’m exhausted.”

“I know,” Casey kissed her gently and rubbed her shoulders then steered the detective towards the couch. “I figured my couch was more comfortable than the crib.” She kicked off her heeled boots and made room for Liv to come join her. “Plus, this way I get to hold you, and the door is locked so you won’t get startled.”

Liv crawled over her girlfriend and wedged herself between her and the back of the couch, wrapping her arm and leg around her, squeezing tight. She was exhausted, they had been up since the night before with this case, but Captain wasn’t letting anyone go home until they made some headway on this. Casey reached over the brunette and pulled the blanket down off the back of the couch and covered them with it. She laid soft strokes up and down Liv’s arm with the tips of fingers and pressed her lips to her forehead and held them there for a moment before she kissed lightly and then pressed her cheek against the side of the detectives head and pulled her close. She could feel Liv’s breathing shift indicating that she had fallen asleep. The attorney watched her girlfriend’s chest rise and fall, she looked so peaceful.

“I love you, Olivia.” Casey whispered and kissed her head again. “I wish I could tell you.” Every second spent with Olivia was the happiest moment of her life, even when it wasn’t. Even when it was sad, or upsetting, or the case was spiraling out of control, all she had to do was look at Liv and feel at ease. That was the first time she ever said it out loud, not that her lover heard her. She wouldn’t dare say it then. Everything was going so good, she didn’t want to fuck it up. She dozed off alongside the brunette detective.

Casey stirred about an hour later to Liv kissing her neck. She grinned and stretched, giving the detective more access to her neck. “Mmm I should let you nap in my office more often.”

“Mmm, yes, very refreshing. Better than a cup of coffee.” The brunette smiled as she planted a long tender kiss on her girlfriend.

Casey brought her hand up to cup Liv’s face and deepened the kiss. She let out a sigh as she felt the detective slip her hand down below her waistline. “Babe.” A smile that could only be described as one of pleasure creeped across her face, “we can’t.” The redhead let out another soft sigh and a light moan as Liv continued to tease her. She grabbed her lover’s wrist and looked her square in the eye, “I need you to either fuck me right now or stop what you’re doing.”

“Gladly,” the detective hummed and pulled the ADA underneath her.

Casey sat up on couch and slid her boots back on as she watched Olivia tighten her belt and adjust her watch.

“What?” Liv looked up as she was fastening her sleeve buttons, “Did I miss a belt loop or something?” She looked down.

The younger woman shook her head, her cheeks getting red, even still Liv gave her butterflies. “No,” she said breathlessly, “you’re just beautiful.”

The brunette leaned over Casey on the couch and kissed her, biting her lip softly before pulling back to meet her gaze, “You’ve pretty stunning yourself, Counselor.” She lingered for a minute before heading towards the door, looking back at her girlfriend one last time before turning the handle. The detective continued to fumble with the buttons on her shirt as she walked out almost walking straight into Munch.

“Olivia,” the startled detective smiled, “what happened spilled something on your shirt?”

Realizing she was still half unbuttoned pulled her shirt closed with her fist, “Uhm yea, something like that. I got it out though.” Liv shifted nervously, “Going see Casey? I gotta get back to work.” She motioned the thumb of her free hand back towards her desk.

“Be careful, Detective. The coffee machine’s on the fritz and looks like your shirt can’t take another hit.” He called out, pointing with the folder in his hand as Liv kept walking. He knocked on the ADAs door.

“Come in,” Casey called out, “Hey John!” she smiled as he walked through the door, “what’ve you got?”

“Hey Casey, I just have Huang’s report for you to file before you go to the judge.” Munch walked forward and handed her the file. “Ouch, counselor I don’t think the vanity is worth it. Besides your hair looks nice curly. Platonically speaking of course—you’re not my type.” He straightened his tie.

The redhead looked at him baffled, “John, I’m not following.” She chuckled. “Did you break into the evidence locker?”

“Oh,” he waved his hand at her and then motioned to his own neck, “the burn, from your straightener. Looks like it hurts.”

Casey clasped her hand over her neck and leaned on her elbow. “Huh, yeah, well you know. Lack of sleep.” She chuckled nervously.

“Do me a favor, don’t operate any heavy machinery.” Munch gave a mock salute and walked out.

“I deserved that,” Casey muttered under her breath after he left, “payback is a girlfriend with a hickey.”

*******

“Their seven-year-old daughter? That sounds a bit imprudent.” Judge Taft said as Casey and Gates followed him down the hall.

“Rittenhouse v. North Hempstead found a three-year-old wasn’t automatically presumed incompetent to testify.” Casey argued.

“Ah, but you’re in my court now.” Taft’s voice dripping with self-importance.

“And another case disqualified a seven-year-old witness. It’s completely subjective.” Quipped Gates.

“Which is why,” Casey was growing impatient, “a psychiatrist examined Katie Campbell and that she understands her duty to tell the truth.”

“I’m sure the people won't mind if I determine that myself.” Taft stated, his grin was sickening.

“That’s not necessary Your Honor.” The ADA shook her head, assuring her the proper procedure had been followed.

“But again, it’s in my court.”

*******

Olivia stood over the stove stirring the cast iron while Casey stood at the counter furiously chopping up a bell pepper.

“And then, THEN,” she was practically slamming the knife against the cutting board, “he told me that I needed to dress appropriately.” She stopped chopping and turned towards her girlfriend.

Liv stopped stirring and turned to look at her girlfriend up and down. “What do you mean appropriately? That suit is perfectly tailored?”

He said, “By appropriately, I mean in a skirt.” She was swinging her chopping hand as she spoke.

“Woah, woah, why don’t we put that down.” She carefully clasped the redhead’s wrist between her hands and slid the knife away from Casey as if she were disarming a suspect.

“Sorry, that’s probably best. I might hurt myself, you know like how I burned myself with my straightener this morning?” her tone shifted to mockingly accusatory and flipped her hair away from her shoulder.

The brunette gasped, “Jesus baby I’m sorry! I didn’t think it would be that bad, I was just trying to get you back for the one you gave me the day of that softball game.” She chuckled.

Casey mocked her laugh making a goofy face at her. “Hilarious babe,” she tossed a mushroom at her, “Especially when I had to have it pointed out by Munch! Who by the way is the only one still in the dark about us, totally clueless.”

The detective wrapped her arms around her girlfriend’s waist and leaned into her propping her head up on her shoulder. “I’m sorry Taft is being such a misogynist,” she tightened her hold, “You’re gonna kick ass in court.” She kissed her neck.

“Ahh, hey!” the redhead swatted playfully at her and pulled her head to the side, “You’ve done enough damage for one day, Detective.” She giggled and leaned her head back to kiss Liv enthusiastically.

*******

“Its open!” Casey called out, pouring more whiskey into her glass as Liv walked in the door.

“Swearability hearing went that badly huh?” the detective furrowed her brow, worried to find her girlfriend drinking alone on the couch.

“Worse. He basically told me I embarrassed myself and shouldn’t brag about my lack of intellect.” The redhead put the bottle down and waved her hand in its general direction, “Don’t worry I don’t plan on making a habit out of it.”

The brunette dropped the takeout down on the counter and dropped down next to Casey on the couch, “Well that’s a relief.” She motioned for Casey to swing her legs up over her. She slid the redheads boots off and dropped them to the floor. “Still, I’m sorry that he’s being such an ass.” Liv started to massage the counselor’s feet. “Elliot told me he’s gotta testify that he didn’t coerce her.”

The ADA took a swig of her drink and threw her head back, “Uggh Liv, why are you so good at that?”

The brunette grinned, “I’m just, good with my hands.”

Casey quirked her brow, letting out a low moan, “Mmm, that you are Detective, that you are.” She opened one eye to look at her girlfriend who was looking at her adoringly, “I see the way you’re looking at me.” She closed her eyes again.

“Oh yeah and how’s that?” Liv chuckled, continuing to massage, working out a particularly difficult knot.

The redhead smacked the couch and let out a moan, “Ohhhh, G-d that feels good. You’re spoiling me.” She peaked her eye open again, “And you’re looking at me the way you look at a container of honey chicken, hungry.”

“Is that so?” The brunette smirked, “I mean cause I have honey chicken over there on the counter…”

“You could have me on the counter,” Casey bit her lip.

“Why would I do that,” Liv paused, the ADA picked her head up, the brunette was waiting for her shocked reaction before continuing, “when I can have you right here on the sofa.” She got a good grip on her thighs and pulled Casey down the couch to her.

Casey squealed, “Babe, my drink!” she quickly dropped the glass to the coffee table, laughing. The detective was already pulling the attorney’s jeans down around her ankles and tossing them in the corner next to a pile of law journals.

The brunette pulled Casey up to her to kiss her longingly, she could taste the whiskey on her tongue mixed with desire. The redhead moaned and then broke the kiss to catch her breath. “You kill me detective,” her eyes glistened, staring into Liv’s. She pressed a light kiss to her lips, “little deaths.” She sighed. She kissed her hard, running her fingers down the side of the brunette’s face. She allowed herself to fall back onto the couch pulling the cop down on top her, unbuttoning Liv’s shirt button by button.

*******

Elliot sat in the witness box during the Hudy hearing ordered by Judge Taft. He swore that there was no influence on Katie’s statement and that the girl introduced her mother to the conversation without any prompting. Gates accused him of having a vendetta against Karen Campbell for comments taken out context. Upon stepping down from the witness box, Elliot started to walk away as Taft went ahead and ruled the testimony inadmissible.

“This is a joke,” Elliot scoffed as he headed towards the back of the courtroom.

“I beg your pardon, Detective Stabler,” Taft asked sternly?

“I said this is a joke!” The detective turned back towards the judge.

“You’d be wise to remember no one cares what you think, once you leave that box.” Taft’s words fell pointedly.

“That interview wasn’t suggestive,” Elliot muttered walking back towards the bench.

“Elliot, stop.” Casey raised her voice.

He continued, “You’re just one of these judges that think cops strong arm witnesses just to make a case. What you think I just bullied a seven-year-old into lying?” He turned to walk away again.

“Elliot, leave!” Casey commanded, she was trying to protect him and not blow her case at the same time.

“No Elliot stay,” Taft scoffed, “You’re in contempt.”

Casey went down to the holding cells to check on her friend, “You alright?”

“Yeah great, thanks for getting me a couple hours off.” He said sarcastically.

The redhead laughed incredulously, “You are not blaming this on me.”

“Well, you did let that defense attorney trash me pretty good in court.”

The ADA threw her hand up in protest, “Yeah and that stunt you pulled. That’s gonna ensure Taft screws me at trial but hey at least you still have your ego, right?”

“You bail me out to talk about my ego?” the detective quipped back at her.

“I did not get you out of there!” Casey rolled her eyes.

“I called in a favor,” Mary Clark stared at the two of them, arms folded, “The contempt citation is withdrawn. So, if you could possibly stop acting like a petulant child.” She turned her attention to the young attorney, “And you, you need to start playing nice with Oliver Taft.”

Stabler looked back at Casey, “And you’re worried about my ego. This guy abuses his power and gets away with it.”

Mary cut him off, “You didn’t help anybody by mouthing off to the trial judge.” She looked back at her protégé, “This isn’t law school Casey, pick your battles. Winning is more important than wearing a skirt.”

*******

Liv and Casey were lying in bed, the redhead snuggled up in the detective’s arms, staring out into space. The brunette stroked her back, “I can’t believe you asked Taft to recuse himself.”

“I really fucked myself this time I think.” The anxiety in Casey’s voice was clear. “Why did I do that?”

“Baby, you did it because you knew it was the right thing. That judge is never going to be impartial and was never going to get justice for that little girl.”

“He still won’t,” Casey sat up, crossing her legs, and facing her girlfriend. “All I’ve done is ensure that he hates me and will do everything to make sure that I have a hard time prosecuting this case.”

“What did Mary say?”

The redhead sighed, “She said I was insane for asking an ego maniac to recuse himself and all I did was make myself an enemy.”

“What are you gonna do?” Liv followed suit and sat up, taking the ADAs hand to comfort her, “It’s not like you can get him thrown off the bench.”

“Maybe I can…”

******

Elliot chased Casey down as she headed to court, “Hey I think I’ve got something that even Taft can’t ignore.”

She furrowed her brow at him, “What is it?”

“The records from the adoption agency the Campbells used. They tried to give Alexis back.”

The redhead nearly fell out, “What? When?”

“February of this year, only 6 months after her adoption. Wouldn’t hurt her my ass, that’s such bull.”

The ADA smirked knowing Elliot may have found her a smoking gun.

*****

It was no use even with the mountain of evidence, Taft’s bias completely controlled the courtroom as he acquitted Karen Campbell. Casey felt so defeated as she walked out of the courthouse, if it was a fair fight, maybe she would’ve felt better about losing. She walked over to Elliot.

“I’m sorry,” she frowned and tapped him with her briefcase.

“Don’t be, I know you went to the mat on this one. Sometimes it just doesn’t work out.” His hands shoved deep into the pockets of his trench coat.

“I want Taft off the bench.” She looked Elliot square in the eye.

Elliot ran his hand down her arm, “and I want a ’65 stingray.” He said consolingly.

“I’m serious,” she said as the detective had turned to walk away, “I’m going after him.”

“Casey,” he exhaled, “It’s not worth it, what good does it do, to kill your career?”

“If this is justice, I don’t want this career.”

The detective looked at her concerned, “I’m just worried about you putting yourself in a bad position, I’d hate to see you get dragged down because of this bastard.” He grinned, “Besides who’s going to play softball with me when they fire your ass.” He punched her arm playfully.

*****

Liv was zoned out at her desk working on DD-5s, the background noise of Munch spewing conspiracies at Fin and Cragen practically lulling her to sleep. She was nodding off halfway through a sentence when she felt a presence next to her desk, “Elliot for the last time I do not want a dirty water dog for lunch today.”

“I’m not gonna ask why Elliot has asked you that more than once today.” Casey joked.

The detective’s ears perked up and she leaned her head to the side, looking at the tall, gorgeous litigator leaning up against her desk. “Hey Da—DA Novak. ADA Casey. Hey Casey, what’s up?” Liv was about twenty shades of blushing after almost letting that nickname slip at the office.

Casey leaned down, cleared her throat, and lowered her voice, “Daddy needs a favor.”

“What’s wrong, Case?” She could tell there was a sense of urgency in her girlfriend’s voice.

“I need you to help me talk to Cragen about reopening the Rosalind Silvo case. I know in my bones that there was bias on Judge Taft’s part and there was evidence to prove she was innocent…” the redhead pleaded.

“…But Taft wouldn’t pay for the test.”

“Exactly! If I can get Cragen to reopen the case, the DA’s office doesn’t have to go through the same channels, I can get permission to exhume the body, clear Silvo, and screw Taft to the wall.” Casey rambled, having to take a deep breath when she finally stopped speaking.

“Well, I would like to hope I’m the only person you’re screwing against the wall but let me see the case notes and then we can go talk to him together.” Olivia chuckled, waving her hand for Casey to show her the files.

Liv filled Elliot in and then the three of them brought it to Cragen’s attention, “Casey I’d love to help get an innocent woman out of prison, but I don’t have the manpower to fuel a vendetta.”

“Its not really that much work boss, I think we got it covered,”

Cragen shot him a look, “Well thank you for being such a real helper, Elliot.”

Casey pleaded, hoping her puppy eyes would work on Cragen the way they work on Liv and Elliot, “It’s two interviews, if nothing pans out, I swear I’ll drop it.”

*****

Liv walked out of the coffee shop and handed one to her girlfriend who was waiting for her on the sidewalk.

“Thanks. It was a little too crowded in there for me.” Casey reached over and interlinked her fingers with the brunette’s. Her hand was a shaking, not something she’d attempted to do in public before.

The detective tensed up, “Casey, what if someone sees us?”

“I’m not ashamed,” she stopped and pulled the brunette’s hand turning her to face her. “I’m proud to say I’m with you, Olivia Benson.”

Any fear Liv had at this point was washed away with Casey’s words and the adorable little dimples the redhead got when she smiled. She squeezed the attorney’s hand tighter and pulled her in close. “And I am all yours, Counselor. I wasn’t trying to hide you, I just want to keep you safe.”

Casey smirked and leaned in to kiss the brunette, “Maybe you’ve forgotten how good I am with a bat.” She turned and started to walk again, holding her girlfriend’s hand tight with one hand, and sipping her coffee with the other.

“You go talk to Mary, I’ll hang back here. I’m gonna check in with the house.” Liv stated as they got closer to the judge’s apartment. Casey nodded and started to walk away, the brunette pulling her back and into a quick kiss before letting her go. She wasn’t going to feel ashamed to show anyone how much Casey meant to her anymore. She watched as the redhead walked down the block and couldn’t help but stare at how good she looked in that outfit, how her hips swayed back and forth. She chewed on her lip and was startled by the phone ringing.

“Benson. Hey El I was just about to check in. Yeah, I’m good, I’m just waiting for Casey, she’s talking with Judge Clark.”

Judge Clark walked out of her apartment just to find Casey waiting for her. “I don’t know how I can be more clear,” she was sympathetic but not up for taking on Taft.

The ADA smirked, “Rosalin Silvo is innocent, here’s the M.E. report.” She handed Mary the file Olivia had gotten from Warner. “Taft let his bias run that courtroom, same crap he always does but this time, he stole a woman’s life.”

Mary scanned the report, her face dropped, and she looked up at Casey, “That son of a bitch. He’s an embarrassment to the bench.”

“I’ll worry about him as soon as I get Rosalin Silvo out of jail.”

*****

After hearing the evidence Judge Preston spoke, “I have to agree with counsel, the only possible remedy is to vacate Ms. Silvo’s conviction. We’re adjourned.” She stated with the bang of her gavel.

Rosalin, with tears of joy in her eyes, hugged Mary, and Casey, thanking them before hugging her other child tightly. The ADA and Judge Clark gathered up their things and headed for the door as Taft approached them.

“Well Judge Clark its good to see you haven’t lost sight of your humble beginnings as a legal aid attorney. Ms. Novak, are you going to be coming through all the decisions I’ve made.” He scoffed.

“That depends,” she started, “how many other defendant’s have you falsely convicted?”

“History is full of mistakes Ms. Novak, even your short history.” His tone was aggressive.

Mary stepped in between him and Casey. “You’re not threatening her, are you? Some people might consider that conduct unbecoming of an officer of the court. You can’t bully your way out of this Oliver.” She gave him a smug look knowing she could tear him down in an instant.

Casey did her best to hide her enjoyment of this exchange when her cellphone rang. “Casey Novak.” Her heart sank, “Oh G-d.”

*****

The ADA ran up to the scene as she approached the Campbell household. She stopped at the stairs as she saw the small body being carried out, covered in a white sheet. “Why wasn’t she in the hospital?” she demanded, her voice raw with emotion as her eyes met Elliot, who was exiting the building.

“Released.” He walked towards her, “Parent’s didn’t want her in a nursing home. The aunt dropped by, found Alexis in her bed already dead.” He paused for a second, “Casey,” he took a deep breath, “Karen was the only one home.”

“She finished the job.” Casey muttered as Olivia emerged from the doorway with Karen Campbell in cuffs, she was reading her, her Miranda rights as they walked past.

*****

“Hey, you okay?” Casey was leaning against the door of the call room.

“Hey babe, I’m fine. Is her lawyer here?” Liv lifted her head up.

“No, no not yet it’s okay lay back down.” The redhead walked over and laid down on the cot next to the detective. She pulled Liv’s arm tight around her.

“Baby, you okay?” Liv mumbled into Casey’s back. She was met with silent sobs causing Casey’s body to shake against her. The brunette lifted her head up, “Baby what is it?”

“This is my fault.”

“How could you possibly…”

“I should’ve fought harder to get Taft thrown off the case, off the bench, something! I should’ve done more.”

“Case, you are only one assistant district attorney, and while you are wonderful and gorgeous and intelligent, not to mention compassionate beyond rivaling— you are only one human being.”

Elliot rapped on the doorframe, “Hey guys, Gates is here, showtime.”

Casey wiped her tears and stood up straighten out her blazer and the three of them headed down to the interrogation room.

“What happened,” Elliot sat down and opened his notepad, “You miss us?”

“You can’t charge my client with murder for a crime she was already acquitted of.” Gates spouted, demanding the release of the client.

“Unless we’re talking about two separate acts, which we are. Right Karen?” Olivia stated closing the door behind her. “Alexis was suffocated, the poisoning had nothing to do with her death.”

Casey studied Gates face, he had no idea what his client had done. He was as shocked as they were.

“I didn’t want to bring her home. Pete insisted. She wouldn’t stop crying, I just wanted her to stop. It wasn’t my fault!

“What you gonna claim it was an accident again?” Elliot clapped back at her.

“No! The judge said I should do it.”

Casey tilted her head, “What Judge?”

“Judge Taft.” The ADA shot a look at Gates as Karen continued, “He said Alexis was too sick and I had other children to think about. He said we would all be better off if Alexis just died.”

Olivia looked at her girlfriend in disbelief.

“When did he say this to you?” the redhead pressed.

“The other day in court right before I testified.”

Gates jumped up, “Interview is over, everyone out.”

“What the hell was Taft doing talking to her anyway?” Elliot asked.

“Hanging himself,” Casey scoffed. “The bastard’s done now.”

“Doesn’t that nullify her acquittal,” Liv jumped in.

The redhead nodded, “Sure does not that it matters, we’ve got her on homicide.”

A few minutes later he met the ADA and the detectives outside the interview. “I just want you to know I had no knowledge of this ex-parte or as an officer of the court I would’ve been duty bound to tell you immediately.”

“What did he say?” Casey demanded.

“Apparently, he saw her crying and told her to think of her other kids and maybe they would be better off if Alexis died anyway and then he advised her to get psychiatric help so that this kind of thing wouldn’t happen again. Which I think is a fine idea.”

“Book her and go pick up Taft,” Casey stated as she gathered her things.

“On what grounds,” Cragen questioned.

“Criminal Facilitation Two. He told her to get a shrink which means he knew this was no accident and acquitting her gave her the means and opportunity to commit a Class A felony.”

“He has judicial immunity Casey,” Cragen spoke softly.

“He smoked his judicial immunity the minute he had an ex parte communication with the defendant.” The redhead said as she stormed out of the precinct.

*****

“I don’t think I’ve every been this nervous.” Casey said checking over her appearance in the mirror. “I cannot lose this case.”

Liv came up behind her and kissed her neck, “You’re gonna do great baby. C’mon,” she turned her around and straightened the lapel of her jacket, “Everyone knows my Daddy has the best conviction rate in town, and she isn’t scared of anyone, definitely not some old man named Oliver Taft.” She pulled her collar tight and kissed the redhead. “I know you’re already dressed but I think I know how to calm you down.” She smiled slyly.

“Mmm, do you now?” Casey raised her brow and bit her lip.

Liv nodded, sliding the redhead’s suit jacket off and placing it on the counter, “Mhmm yeah. Watch.” she said sliding her tongue into her mouth.

The attorney enthralled in the kiss grabbed for her girlfriend’s belt buckle fumbling to get it undone and get Liv’s fly down. She slid her hand down into the brunette’s waistband as her lover had moved on to kissing down her pulse points. Casey felt how wet Olivia already was and let out a sultry giggle, “Mmm, I’m starting to think I just keep you like this twenty-four/seven. Let Daddy fix it.” She moaned sliding a finger in and pressing her palm to Liv’s clit.

The detective fumbled with Casey’s suit pants as she let out little whimpers which Casey swallowed, kissing her hard. Finally getting them undone, the attorney used her freehand to grab her girlfriends wrist and pull it to her, sliding it down into her boxers. Liv glided two fingers into Casey’s soaked center and thrust her back against the counter.

The ADA threw her head back, “Oh god Olivia! Fuck” she slipped another finger into the detective. The two of them mewling and whimpering as they continued toying with each other’s g-spots. They knew each other’s body’s like clockwork, enough to make it last for hours or make the other cum instantly. Their breath hitching and growing ragged they both knew what was coming next and let go, collapsing against each other and back against the counter.

Casey held Liv’s head against her shoulder and kissed her temple, both of them out of breath. “You make the prettiest noises when I fuck you.”

******

As they arrived at the courthouse Casey was much more relaxed. She was hurriedly headed towards the courtroom when she heard someone call out to her.

“Hey Novak! Catch.” She turned around to see Elliot lob something in her direction. She caught it one handed and looked at it.

“What’s this for?” she said quizzingly.

“It’s cologne Case, you smell like sex. Keep it,” he headed in, “Knock em dead!”

As the trial proceeded the prosecution called Taft as their first witness.

“Is that why you spoke to Karen during her trial, because you thought she was innocent.” The ADA asked casually.

Taft paused for a second and took a deep breath, “I admit the conversation was ill-advised. We were in the same elevator, she was distraught. I allowed my empathy to overrule my intellect.” Elliot rolled his eyes from the gallery as Taft spoke.

�� “Did it every occur to you that Karen Campbell might be responsible for her daughters condition?” Casey continued.

“I must object, Your Honor.” Taft argued.

“You felt sorry for the defendant, so you must’ve already decided she was innocent even though the trial had not concluded yet.”

“I had formed no opinion,” Taft retorted, “as you just said the trial had not yet concluded.”

“I know,” the redhead swung her hand as she walked over to the jury box. “Which is why it was so strange that you were talking to her. Why did you tell the defendant to quote seek psychiatric help, so this tragedy doesn’t occur again.”

“She was upset,” the judge answered.

“Because it sounds like you really did think she poisoned her daughter.” Casey was getting louder, more adamant in how she spoke.

“It was a mistake, is that what you want me to say Ms. Novak? One mistake in almost three decades?”

Casey sneered, “Didn’t you make an arguably bigger mistake? When you wrongfully convicted Rosalin Silvo of murdering her daughter and sent her to prison for ten years?” The ADA was shouting at this point.

“That is completely immaterial,” The Judge argued.

The redhead stepped to him, “You can’t object Judge Taft.”

“But I can Ms. Novak,” Judge Bradley warned.

“Did you tell Karen Campbell to suffocate her daughter?” Casey walked back towards the jury.

“No.”

“But you talked to her even though it was clearly improper,”

“It was a mistake!”

“You don’t make mistakes, you make judgements, who’s innocent, who’s guilty. You saw Rosalin Silvo and she was a whore. That means she’s a bad mother. And then you saw Karen Campbell. Why did you talk to her Judge?” Casey was furious at this point.

“Your Honor!?” Taft turned towards Judge Bradley.

“Why talk to her? Why talk to Karen Campbell?” the young fiery attorney pressed as Taft stood up in the witness box. “Why talk to a woman who tried to murder her daughter?”

“I didn’t know!”

“Didn’t know what?” Casey shouted, “That she’d turn around and try to do it again.”

“I THOUGHT THEY WERE GOOD PEOPLE” Taft bellowed at Casey.

Judge Bradley banged his gavel, “That’s enough!”

“Nothing further,” the redhead’s lip curled as she walked away.

It didn’t take the Jury long to come back with a guilty verdict. The press was outside waiting for Taft as both Elliot and Casey watched satisfied from afar. He had been demoted before he even left the courtroom. The detective nudged the ADA, “You did good Case.” She nudged him back and smiled.

*****

“It’s open,” Casey said as she heard her girlfriend approach the door. She was sitting at the counter. “Hey beautiful.”

Liv walked over and planted a longing kiss on the redhead.

“Mmm,” Casey couldn’t help but smile at the brunette’s touch. “I have something for you.”

“You do?” The detective asked, “What is it? Something sexy?”

Casey giggled, “I hope you think so.” She looked up at Liv, “so you know how you always say how unsafe it is for me to leave my door unlocked when waiting for you? I think I’ve found a solution.” She slid her hand across the counter towards her girlfriend and lifted it away revealing a singular house key. “What do you think?”

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turneradora · 2 months ago

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🤣🤣🤣👍

Kath and I tried not to squeal with excitement when Aidan Turner sat right in front of us (WHAT a handsome man). But sadly he was moved to the front, ready for the Q&A at the end. My friend Amanda was messaging me, telling me to sniff him so she could know what he smelled like. I was four drinks deep by then and might just have had a go, but thank god the poor man was moved before I could work out how to do this. And I probably avoided an arrest for public harassment into the bargain. So sorry, I can’t tell you what Aidan Turner smells like, but he looks very clean. And did I say how handsome he is? New pic of Aidan at the special UK screening of « Rivals », last September 17th. (Sam Harrington-Lowe Journalist)

NEW 💯💯💯

Aidan was sitting in the screening room.

I guess probably next to Victoria Smurfit, on his left

Thanks to my friend Isademrio who found the picture this morning

Thanks to the Journalist Sam Harrington- Lowe who published the article in the Silver Magazine yesterday and took this photo of Aidan, she was sitting right behind him

THE ARTICLE

FIRST LOOK: JILLY COOPER’S RIVALS IS A WILD RIDE

The star-studded launch of Jilly Cooper’s Rivals

I’ve wanted to use this photo of Jilly Cooper for yonks, so I’ve dug it out shamelessly for this piece. Just look at her! How gorgeous? I suspect that Jilly’s life has probably been, in parts, as exciting and racy as many of her novels. When I think of Jilly Cooper’s Rivals, or Riders, or any of them, I sort of picture her like this, writing them.

I grew up loving Cooper. As a child, I can remember my dad guffawing to her columns in the heady days of Harold Evans’ Sunday Times, over a full English and untipped Gitanes. I was too young to read her then, but devoured collections of her scribblings a few years later. And as I hit my teens, I fell head over heels in love with her romantic heroines. Prudence, Octavia, Emily, Bella, Imogen et al – I read them cover to cover, repeatedly. I loved Octavia best, because who doesn’t love a broken bad girl? And Octavia was very naughty indeed.

Tame stuff by today’s standards really, despite the wildness of the ‘70s. But my love for Jilly was set for life. The delicious Britishness of it all was a big part of the attraction. I devoured the wicked filth of Jackie Collins, but it was so American to me, settings I could barely relate to. Whereas Cooper wrote very much about life from my own frame of reference. Country living, London, dogs, ponies… ridiculous 11am drinks parties. As a child, one of my first ever jobs was as a pheasant plucker – I kid you not. So to find someone writing about sex, drama, and intrigue in English country villages…

Read more: Are you common? A class guide…

But I digress

When the big ‘bonkbusters’ (god, I hate that term) started coming out, I was in fits of ecstasy. From Riders onwards I was hooked, reading voraciously and pining until another one came out. I have no idea how one even starts to write novels like that, holding all that information about so many characters together. I can barely remember why I went into the kitchen. But reading the books, sinking into that heady world of treachery, and money, and sex, and absolutely appalling behaviour was a wild pleasure I can still feel today.

So when I saw that Rivals was to be made into a TV series – by Disney no less, a weird marriage, I thought – I was wary. There have been a few adaptations of Cooper’s work before, and they’ve largely been rather awful. Would this be any different? As luck would have it, I was invited to a premiere screening of the first two episodes, followed by a panel sesh with some of the actors – so I would get to find out sooner rather than later.

The invite had specified there would be ’80s-themed drinks and canapes, and on the way up to town, my plus-one Kath and I necked G&Ts and wondered what they might be. Vol au vents, for sure. Possibly smoked salmon. Prawns? It turned out to be a take, rather than a religious revisit, which is probably better. But there were vol au vents, you’ll be pleased to know (creamy chicken and mushroom). Also prawn cocktails, and teenie Black Forest gateaux, amongst other delights.

…you could have been forgiven for thinking it really was 1985. We circulated a bit, rubbing shoulders with celebs and quaffing bubbles and tequila sunrises…

We did however arrive to a glittering event with Duran Duran blaring, hot and cold running cocktails and champagne, and stars galore. For one moment you could have been forgiven for thinking it really was 1985. We circulated a bit, rubbing shoulders with celebs and quaffing bubbles and tequila sunrises, before taking seats in the sumptuous screening room.

Tell us about the show

I’m not allowed to write about the show itself yet properly. It’s embargoed until whatever date was on the piece of paper they made me sign. So I can’t actually review it properly. But I think I can tell you a few things without getting strung up.

The lineup was always going to make this enjoyable viewing, even it was shit, let’s face it. Some of my faves are in this – David Tennant, Katherine Parkinson, Danny Dyer, Aidan Turner, Emily Atack… and many more, as they say. It’s a great bunch, and dare I say it, very well cast. Tennant is sneering and chippy as Lord Tony Baddingham, Danny Dyer a perfect Freddie Jones. Bella Maclean is meltingly beautiful as Taggie, and Victoria Smurfit is a brilliant, fragile Maud O’Hara. And if you tell me that there’s a better actor to play hot-headed, principled Irish TV star Declan than Aidan Turner, well I don’t believe you.

The lineup was always going to make this enjoyable viewing, even it was shit, let’s face it

If you’ve been looking at the photos and thinking that Alex Hassell isn’t right for Rupert Campbell-Black, well, you’re not alone. Even Alex admits to being really worried about stepping into his shoes and not exactly looking like everyone expects him to. He’s not blond, for a start. But – and there are no real spoilers here Disney, if you’re reading this – after literally every part of Alex is revealed in the very first episode, as he points out, there’s nowhere really left to hide. So he just “got on with it.” And honestly, he makes a pretty good fist of it. He’s handsome, dastardly, and has a good bash at Rupert’s hidden depths, such as they are.

The challenge of taking on well-known characters

Many of the actors channelled older family members or situations. As readers of the book will know, Declan is fiercely protective of his family. Aidan said he was able to get into Declan mode by looking back at his own family. “He’s a dad, I’m a dad,” says Aidan. “I sort of related to him. And he’s like my dad, he’s Irish, there’s the hair…”

Nafessa Williams, who plays the gloriously feisty TV exec Cameron Cook, said she couldn’t wait to immerse herself in the ’80s, pointing out that she had family back then who looked exactly like she did in the show, big hair and all. She’d been able to use her own experience as the only American actor in the show, not really having insight into the wonders of the English countryside.

“It’s a lot like life imitating art, right?” she says. “Like, she [Cameron] came from New York to come here, I came from LA. So I understood her coming here and being new and not understanding this world.”

I’m not sure how many slow-burn relationships are allowed to happen in a world of Tinder and so on, so it was extremely enjoyable to play

Katherine Parker plays gentle Lizzie Vereker, and I suspect talking about the situation between her character and that of Danny Dyer’s is off limits, although obviously you can read what happens in the book. But she confesses to being thrilled to be working with him, and their chemistry is lovely.

“I was so pleased that Danny was playing that part. It’s so beautifully drawn throughout the series, their dynamic. And it unfolds over eight episodes, which is a kind of slow-burn relationship. Which feels very ‘80s. I’m not sure how many slow-burn relationships are allowed to happen in a world of Tinder and so on, so it was extremely enjoyable to play.”

And another great team

David Tennant is Lord Baddingham, massively hung up on class and wanting to fit in. He’s anchored by his wife, Lady Monica, played by the excellent Claire Rushbrook, who is very much old school posh, and who gives him the only real class clout he has. David says he loved playing Tony.

“It’s all there, it’s all there in the writing. And it’s very potent, it’s very British. But it’s very human too, you know? Like, [as Tony] I can never quite be where I want to be, to always be disappointed, because no matter how hard you try, there’s a club you’re not allowed to be in. And for someone like Tony, that’s devastating. He can only try harder. And he will never be satisfied because he’s always one peg down from the exclusive club, and it kills him.”

…he will never be satisfied because he’s always one peg down from the exclusive club, and it kills him…

Tony’s a grammar school boy, as opposed to, say, Rupert’s start in life at Harrow. And the chip on his shoulder is enormous. The most important thing to Tony?

“Winning!!” shouts Tennant, quite literally, channelling Tony alarmingly right there in the screening room. “Whatever that means, and whatever the situation… because he can never have the ultimate prize, he must have ALL the other prizes.” Tennant laughs. “He’s very balanced. There’s no daddy issues here, AT ALL!”

On scenes with Claire Rushbrook as his wife, Lady Baddingham. “I love those scenes, because it’s where all his armour falls away, and you get to see the little boy again. And he’s sort of got his mum there, that comfort. He’s very at home with her, and absolutely needs her. And he kind of runs this extraordinary lifestyle of treachery and debauchery, but he always has to have Monica.”

It’s not often I fangirl massively, but honestly. It’s DAME JILLY COOPER! After a lifetime of reading her books and words, I actually found it quite emotional to see her in the flesh. She was utterly divine, just so happy with the production and telling all the girls how beautiful they were and all the men how handsome. Plus ca change, Jilly! She’s a rather marvellous 87 now, and looking good on it. Plenty of the old Cooper sparkle, and clearly having a whale of a time at the do. I didn’t get to corner her, and probably would have been too shy really. But it was enough to have been there for this whole event.

As for the show – well, I could have sat there and binged the whole lot in one go. Which is, I suspect, what will happen when it finally airs. It’s one hundred per cent a ‘romp’ and not to be taken massively seriously. I absolutely loved it, and really hope they make the entire Rutshire Chronicles into telly shows, if they’re going to be like this.

Jilly Cooper’s Rivals launches on 18 October on Disney+ in the UK

Don’t say: “I’ll have a soya matcha latte with a gluten-free protein bar.”

Do say: “More champagne and keep it coming, and pass the Dunhills.

#aidanturnerinternational #aidan turner #séries #Rivals #declan o’hara

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stopthatnel · 2 years ago

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red candy

switch!jean x switch!reader MDNI!

s: perhaps you were simply a stranger at a bar, or a longtime girlfriend trying out some new kinks. either way, jean can’t help but melt when he hears you call him stupid.

a/n: on todays episode of written porn… lmaoo hi guys i’ve been away for a while i hope y’all enjoy this (let me know if i should continue this 🥲)

cw: degradation, praise, pet names (stupid boy, slut, etc), light bondage. wc: 2.14k

m.list

for a night when jean was supposed to let loose, jean found himself bound. he couldn’t exactly trace the way he ended up in the position he was in, however he did not mind one bit. he could remember buying a pretty girl a pretty drink, only for her to slide the drink back towards him and take a sip of his old fashioned instead. a few drinks later, they’re in the hotel elevator heading up to his room. she had a fistful of his hair in her fist, his bottom lip between her teeth.

“are you sure you want to do this?” you ask him between a heated flurry of kisses. jean nods, practically desperate. it was usually him asking for confirmation, but you had much more dominating aura. one that screamed of security, as in you were someone who could keep a secret. “the safe word is ‘manhattan.’” you say, pulling away from the heated exchange. even though jean was taller than you, he felt small in your presence. even as your head tilted up to see his face, your heavy eyes felt belittling in the best way possible.

“manhattan, got it.” jean says. the elevator dings, slowly opening its clunky metal doors apart. you’re already ahead of him, short black dress rising above your thighs with each step you took. a shiny plastic card was held loosely in your hand, reflecting the bright lights. jean followed behind you like a puppy, grabbing at his pockets, unsure when you took the keycard off his person. thoroughly confused, but still impressed.

you’d walked into jean’s suite as if it was your own, leaving the door slightly cracked open for a too slow jean. as he walks in, he notices you’ve pulled a chair out to the center of the room and notices your figure gently on the armrest. he stood there silently, his slacks uncomfortably tighter than when he initially put them on. he watched as you stood up, your little black dress now practically classified as a mini. catching a glimpse of bright red in between your thighs as you walked over to him, his breath catches softly. feeling your hand over his stomach and wrapping around him, he couldn’t help but melt into your warmth.

jean stumbles as you push him forward, “stupid boys always need a lil’ push.” he hears you say. jean turns around to see a smirk dancing on your lips, his eyes wide and cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “i- i wasn’t sure what—“

you laugh.

jean wasn’t quite sure what exactly he was supposed to do, not that he didn’t know usually. you said something about liking a man who listens, he’s recalling. something about you made him not just want to listen, but obey.

“awe, poor baby’s clueless.” you coo teasingly. you step towards him, pressing your breasts against his chest. “it’s okay, stupid boys like you are my favorite.” you purr, pushing him backwards. jean is stumbling once again as his shins hit the chair behind him, but your hand is already clutching the small of his back before he’d even get the chance to fall into the seat. he looked down to meet your eyes, face hotter than the sun. “t-thanks.” he says sheepishly.

a smile adorned your plump lips, stepping away from him and raising a brow. this time, jean got the hint. he sits down, shimmying his hips further down the chair and leaning into the cushion back. you reach your hand into the top of your dress, pulling out your phone. he watches as you tap away, music soon giving him an answer as to what you were doing. you toss your phone onto a side table nearby, pulling your hair out of the low pony you kept it in initially. he watches as your fingers run between each strand of hair, slowly dropping down to your neck, your chest, your breasts, your waist…

your hips swayed to the music, you looked as if you were in your own world. you paid no mind as the round of your rear became exposed, flashing your lover a flirty look over your shoulder when it did. jean’s hands grew clammy in anticipation. he wiped them on his thighs, inhaling sharply as his hands just grazed over the bulge in his pants. you lower yourself to your knees in front of him, taking in jean’s gaze gracefully. you rest your arms over his thighs and look up at him with a look that jean could have mistook for adoration.

“can you get my zipper for me, sweetheart?”

sweetheart.

it rolled off your tongue in a way that felt too good. he liked it, perhaps equally as much to when you were calling him stupid. he leaned down to reach your zipper, breath hitching when your arm shifts, your palm now cupping him through his pants. he pulls the metal down your back as you caress him. when you feel the zipper reaching the end of its line, you promptly pull away and stand back up. you didn’t want him getting too ahead of himself, right?

jean watches as you slip the thin dress straps over your shoulders, turning around and shimmying it down to your waist. you tilt your head to the side and say “strip.” without hesitation, jean begins to hastily unbutton his dress shirt. his eyes trail down the curve of your back, seeing the familiar red sitting on your hips as you teasingly tug the fabric down.

you turn back and focus on the room, eyeing around for any last minute props. you’d spot two robes hanging in the open closet door, abandoning a stripping jean to go gather what you needed.

as you're walking back, jean eyes you hungrily. he could make do without all this teasing it seemed. his cock looked trapped in his boxers, and what a day to be wearing gray. with your breasts bouncing as you walked back, your heels clicking with each bounce, jean could feel his mouth watering. he stares at the fabric you’d held in your hand, raising his brows in wonder.

your walk past him, and behind him once again. “sit.” you demand. jean complies, slowly putting the pieces together. you leaned into him and whisper in his ear;

“one more time for me baby boy, whats our safe word?”

“manhattan.”

you might not have done anything yet, but jean became breathless. he knew exactly where this was going, it excited him to think he was actually about to experience you like this. he smiles as he feels the soft cloth wrap over his eyes, tied snuggly. he hears your step back around him, your body now sitting in lap.

“get comfy.” you say softly. jean shifts his hips forward, biting his bottom lip as your bare ass presses against his cock. you grab his wrist and place it down onto the rest, taking an end of the tie and wrapping it underneath the wood and over his wrist. you tied it into a pretty bow, shifting over to his other wrist and repeating.

jean hears you giggle, then he feels your fingers trace over his jaw. you grind down into his lap, humming the song that played in the background, watching for his reaction.

“you know, a good boy is going to let me know if i make him feel good.” you say. you’re fluttering kisses down his neck now, hearing his breath hitch each time you take the supple skin between your teeth.

“i-it feels g-good.” jean stammers. when you pulled off him, jean suddenly felt cold. he can hear a bit of shuffling, then your hands on his bare thighs. “that's not what i meant…” you murmur. as coy as you played, seeing him tied up and expectant on you for relief had lit a fire in you. he looked so helpless, his swollen cock drooling in his boxers and no way for him to relieve himself. the slight power trip this gave you made your heart beat loudly, wanting to do absolutely anything to draw a reaction from him.

“what do you mean?” jean asks. he spoke quietly, as if he was trying to make up for the lack of sight with sound.

you pulled his cock out from his boxers, spitting onto its pink tip and closing your fist around it.

“ha- ah-”

“that. that’s what i mean. let me hear you.”you say, a smirk on your face. you move your fist up and down his shaft, spreading your saliva across its length. you felt his thick veins underneath your fingers, pressing down on them gently.

“oh fuck-“ jean groans, throwing his head back. he’d want nothing more than to watch you, how your lips stretched around his cock. “fuck, give me more, pleas-”

jean quickly felt warmth. he felt your tongue on the underside of his shaft and the head of his cock in the back of your throat. whatever wasn’t in your mouth was held in your hand. you audibly gagged around him, jean spreading his legs wider and rolling his hips into your mouth. you might not have been able to see jean’s eyes had rolling back, but you’d definitely hear the whine he’d let out as you gagged around him once more.

you pull up to give yourself a quick breath of air, catching the way jean’s hand twitched at your absence. glancing at his face quickly, you notice his bottom lip trembling a bit. you go back down again, swirling the head of his cock with your tongue. you flattened it against one of the thicker veins, slurping, spitting, hollowing your cheeks around him.

jean thought it was a myth, that losing a sense would make the others stronger. he stood corrected, your touch feeling like fire. each and every movement you made had him spiraling, his toes practically curling. who was he kidding, practically? they were.

jean’s balls grew heavy as you massaged them between your fingers. despite the fact that he already couldn’t see, he’d close his eyes. “fuck- slow down! m’gonna come if y’keep doing that.” he pants, chest glistening with sweat. you pull your mouth off of him and stroke his cock slowly, heeding his warning.

“you’re gonna come before you try the main dish?” you taunt. “i thought you weren’t a stupid boy?” you tease. “i-i’m not.” jean meekly defends himself. “it’s okay if you are,” your weight shifts from underneath him to on his lap. he feels your warm tongue drag across his nipple. he feels the heat from your mound on his cock, bucking his hips and emitting a low groan. “you can be my stupid boy,” you mutter as you move to the neglected nipple. “i just need you to be smart enough to fuck dumb.”

jean whines, furrowing his brows. “keep talking to me like that, i promise i’ll make you eat your words.” you laugh, wrapping an arm sound his neck. “i’d love to see you try, slut.” you shift to hover your bare cunt over his cock, dragging his sensitive tip between your folds. his hands grasp the arm rests tightly as he feels your slick coating him, his breathing becoming more labored.

“how about you untie me for a fair fight?” jean mutters. he’s sick of the teasing, his cock so swollen it almost hurt. but he couldn’t admit to that, not with how much the ache spurred him on. he’d want nothing more than to be bottomed out in your pretty pussy, watching your eyes close and nose scrunch up. listen to how you whine about how he’s so deep, how good he feels. hell, he’ll even take having his fingers buried in your snatch and your clit in his mouth. he wanted to make you squeal, he wanted to make you cry out of pleasure, he wanted his name to be the only word you’d remember.

alas, he was tied up. loosely at that, because he’s definitely checked. you’re the one laughing, though.

“i bet you really want me to, huh?” you say. jean feels your fingers at the nape of his neck, tangling themselves in his hair. he gasps as you tug his head back, kissing his adam’s apple. it bobbed underneath your lips, swiping your tongue across it.

“i bet you also want me to stop with all this teasing and just sit on your dick? is that right?”

“so you kno— hmmph-” jean’s moment of back talk was cut short quickly, your grip on his hair tightening and pulling back farther. “don’t get smart with me when you look this pathetic.” you hiss. he swallows thickly at your sudden change of tone.

“m’sorry… please do something, wan’ you real bad.” he pleads. so what if he was pathetic, you’ve been teasing him all night.

#aot smut #aot x reader #snk smut #snk jean #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirschtein x you #jean kirschtein smut #jean aot smut

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Tienes Mi Corazón - Chapter 2

Moonbeams shimmered down upon the Van Der Linde camp; Horseshoe Overlook. Most of the gang members were asleep aside from a few who sat by the fire. Javier’s horse could be heard trotting into camp. The first one to greet him was Arthur, but his face quickly turned sour upon seeing that Javier had brought along the woman they had saved just over an hour ago.

“Javier…” Arthur said through gritted teeth. He was quiet with his tone, not wanting to awake the girl behind his friend; nor the rest of the camp. Javier let go of the reins and held his hands out in question.

“What was I supposed to do? She can hardly speak.”

“There was over twenty goddamn O’Driscolls trying to take her, or whatever they hell they were trying to do. Don’t you think the situation is odd?” Javier rolled his eyes and dismounted Boaz, carefully.

“Maybe they were passing through. Stumbled across her… thought they could have some kind of sick fun. O’Driscolls are scum.” Javier spat on the ground, his words like venom when he spoke of the gang’s name. Arthur leaned in closer, frowning.

“Or there’s more to the situation than we realise. When Colm realises his men are dead, he’ll come looking. With twice the number of men.”

“Then she’s safer here with us.” Javier almost hissed at Arthur, not wanting to hear of it anymore. The small commotion alerted the gang members by the fire, drawing them over to Javier. One of them was Uncle, perhaps one of the loudest members of the group who would surely wake everyone up.

“Hey fellers!” He gasped lowly, looking at the woman upon Javier’s horse. “Who you got there, Javier?” Uncle playfully elbowed the raven-head in the arm. “A lady friend, huh?”

“Shut up, old man.” Uncle’s mouth hung wide open, offended at Javier’s attitude.

“Hey, hey, that’s no way to speak to your elder. I was just saying-”

“-Well, I’m just saying, you need to shut up.”

“Mister Escuella, Mister Morgan!” Miss Grimshaw stormed over; fists tightly clenched. “What is going on over here?” Javier sighed, the voices in camp now getting louder and louder. Arthur calmly explained the situation in the background to both Miss Grimshaw and Uncle whilst Javier gently shook the girl awake.

“Hey…” He whispered. Miriam’s eyes opened just an inch to look down to the owner of the soft voice. “I’m going to lift you down, okay?” His large hands held onto her hips and smoothly pulled her off without causing too much distress. The only result of the action was him wincing at the pain from his head injury. Miriam noticed this and looked at him with big doe-eyes and held onto the sleeves of his blue jacket out of concern.

“Are you okay?” He chortled in a hushed manner.

“Sí, Señorita.” That worried look in her eyes made him swell up with confidence. “I’ll be fine.” For a moment, he forgot about the pain. What mattered to him was making sure Miriam felt safe, and much to his liking; she clearly felt most safe when around him.

“What. Is. Going. On?” Dutch exclaimed, hearing most of the members of the camp now beginning to crowd round the new blood. The only members who weren’t present were Abigail and Jack who were still sleeping, and Micah who was holed up in Strawberry.

“Javier’s bought a new girl into the camp!” Mary-Beth happily blurted out, hardly able to contain her excitement. She did love the female company she had at camp and was ecstatic of sharing it with a newcomer. “Do you like to read, honey?” Before Miriam could open her mouth, another gang member pitched in.

“Even better, can ya handle a drink?” Karen piped up.

“Will you two stop it!” Miss Grimshaw jeered, disapproving of their outbursts. “Can’t you see the poor thing is scared without you all…” She looked around at everyone else and almost hissed at them. “… gawking at her like she’s some kind of prized pony at a county fair!”

“None of us were gawking Miss Grimshaw!” Lenny called out, a hint of nervousness in his voice. Then a loud, obnoxious voice bellowed over everyone’s heads.

“Haha! Speak for yourself Mister Summers! I betcha this young lass here is indeed a prized pony if our own Javier has taken a likin’ to her, huh! I think I like her mi ‘self!” The Irishman happily chirped, seeing no harm in his words yet his eyes indeed lingered a little too long for Karen and Javier’s liking. Miss Grimshaw pinched Sean by the ear, twisting it to the side.

“I’m watching you, Mister MacGuire.”

“Ah! Let go!” Letting him squirm a couple more seconds, the older woman released him. His hand instantly went to his ear, rubbing it. “You’re a cruel woman, Miss Grimshaw! There ain’t no harm in lookin’!”

“Oh yeah?” Karen rolled her eyes, walking off. Sean walked off after her, trying to explain himself. The others, however, were glad to be rid of him, now finally able to focus on the matter at hand. Amongst the disarray, Arthur and Javier pulled Dutch aside where they joined with Hosea to discuss the situation. Miss Grimshaw put it upon herself to ‘guard’ the girl from the others. Miriam stood behind the older lady, staying close to Boaz. All the voices muttering around them made her feel as though she was stuck in cage, unable to escape. She shied away, not wanting to engage with anyone. Part of her wishing she had saved Javier the trouble and just stayed back at the cabin. She looked around for him. Soon she saw he was in deep conversation with Dutch who looked to her like the leader of the gang. Mister Van Der Linde himself. Guilt entered her heart, hoping he was not getting into trouble over her.

“Right… Miss Grimshaw!” Dutch yelled, hushing the voices of the gang members.

“Yes, Dutch?”

“Will you please take care of Miss Miriam. I’m sure you and the other girls will settle her in nicely.” The elder lady nodded her head and put her hand on the small of Miriam’s back, coaxing her away from the crowd with Tilly, Mary-Beth and Sadie. “Uncle! Will you be so kind as to set up a tent for Miss Miriam?”

“W-Why me, boss?” Dutch shot a look at the old man, stepping slowly and menacingly towards him.

“The boys tell me it was you who gave them their lead… and you didn’t go to help them?” Having been caught out, Uncle stumbled over his words, looking at Arthur and Javier who stood behind Dutch, both having lit a cigarette. The ember glows of their smoking cast ominous shadows below their eyes which made Uncle nervous.

“I… I wanted to! But my back has been hurting and someone has to stay back at camp— I’m real sorry Dutch, I wanted to help I really did but--” Dutch put a hand on Uncle’s shoulder, smiling.

“I understand old boy. So, we would really appreciate your help now in helping set up the tent for Miss Miriam.” Dutch had a haunting charisma to him which made almost anyone do his bidding for him. Nodding his head frantically, Uncle began to walk towards the other women.

“I-I understand, boss!” Hosea chuckled, patting Dutch on the back.

“That famous Van Der Linde charm, ay old Dutch?” The men chuckled amongst themselves. All but Javier who found himself watching what the women were doing; in particular, Miriam. She had her arms wrapped around one another, rubbing them to fight against the cold breeze which was running through the camp. Javier blew out the smoke between his lips. He saw how the moonlight reflected off from her hair. Although her hair was wavy like some form of mythical creature, it still held a glowing shine to it which was pleasing to the eye. Her skin looked soft to touch, like butter. And her hands looked so gentle but delicate. When he held her hand moments prior, he remembered how smooth they were. He couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander. Perhaps she used oils?

Javier flicked his cigarette ash before taking another drag of it.

His eyes looked back to her hair which was being mildly fanned back by a gust of icy wind. He found himself longing to run his fingers back through it but wanting to savour the touch. To Javier, Miriam seemed so… ethereal.

“And Mister Strauss!” Javier jolted back to his senses. He dropped his cigarette and stood on it to put out the embers.

“Yes, Mister Van Der Lin?”

“Will you please see to Javier’s head injury? He took a nasty hit tonight.” Javier waved his hand.

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not, son.” Dutch put his hand on Javier’s shoulder. “Go see, Strauss. For me.” Being undoubtedly loyal to Dutch, Javier followed his orders and begrudgingly walked away with Strauss to his medicine wagon. “The rest of you... back to your own business!”

Javier sat uninterested on top of a barrel as Strauss tended to his head and the others went back to bed. He picked up his shoe, resting it on the edge of the barrel and began to scrape the dirt off his shoe with a small piece of timber. Now and then he would wince at Strauss’ actions but ultimately soldiered through the pain. He had dealt with worse before. Starvation, heartache, being driven out of his country… no mortal pain could compare to the things he experienced from his past. “Well, Mister Escuella. You’re going to be alright.”

“Like I said.” Strauss ignored the Mexican’s attitude and passed him a bottle. “What’s this?”

“A health cure. Drink that and the pain will go away.” Javier shrugged his shoulders and knocked the whole thing back in one. He threw the empty bottle aside and hopped down from the barrel. He mumbled his thanks to the German and strutted over to his tent. He was about to go inside when he looked back over his shoulder having heard Miss Grimshaw bid her goodnight to what appeared to be Miriam in her tent. Miss Grimshaw closed the tent and walked away to leave the girl in peace. He hesitated. He wanted to go over there to see how she was but wondered if she would rather be left alone. He thought back to earlier when she was rubbing her arms and a smile curled up from the corner of his lips.

“No te duermas todavía cariño.” (“Don’t fall asleep yet darling.”) He whispered, now making his way over to her tent. He discreetly looked around, making sure no one was watching and to be safe he stood silently by her tent for a few moments. Bill walked past him and Javier just nodded in passing. Bill, being too drunk to notice, went straight to his bed to pass out. Javier looked around once before tapping on the sheet of Miriam’s tent. “Señorita.” He waited for a response but none came. He held his hands in front of him, still intent on making sure the coast was clear. Once more he whispered but a little louder this time. “Señorita!” He crouched down, to speak through the small opening of the tent. “Are you awake?” To his hidden delight, Miriam’s head peaked through the opening and once she saw it was Javier she relaxed, opening the tent a bit more.

“Hi Javier…”

“Hola.” He murmured, matching the quietness of her voice. He couldn’t conceal his smile upon seeing her. “Cómo estás?” She looked at him innocently yet bewildered.

“I’m sorry?” He licked his tongue over the bottoms of his upper teeth, trying to supress a snicker.

“I said…” He leaned in closer to her, his voice becoming lower in pitch. His lips were inches away from her ear. “How are you?” His voice almost made her melt due to how close he was to her. Miriam swallowed, trying to be rid of the dryness in her throat.

“Fine. Thank you.” She wiped her cheeks, getting rid of the last stains of tears. “How is your head?”

“I’ll be alright. A head injury is nothing compared to what you have gone through tonight.” She looked away, thinking back to those awful moments leading up to her rescue. Miriam reminded herself of how lucky she was that Javier came along when he did. Javier noticed the young woman seemed to be lost in her thoughts. He furrowed his eyebrows together. “Hey… you wanna talk about it?” She shook her head lightly. “I understand.” Then he put his arms around the bottom hem of his poncho and pulled it up over his head. He folded it roughly in his hands and offered it to her. “I thought you’d might want this.” Her cheeks became hot, having become flustered at the notion. “I saw you were cold earlier and well…” Miriam flickered her eyes back up to Javier which caused him to pause in his sentence. They had locked eyes for five… six… seven seconds before Javier broke the gaze. He cleared his throat and offered her his poncho once more. “Please. I’d feel better knowing you weren’t cold.” The chestnut-haired woman took the beautiful fabric from Javier’s hands, smiling deeply at the man’s kindness.

“Thank you, Javier.”

“You’re welcome… Miriam.” He smiled in relief. A bubble of pride pushed against his chest, pleased this had worked out better than what he imagined in his head. “Well then… Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” She hummed back, her voice dripping with honey. She closed her tent, seeing Javier begin to walk away. A confident strut began to grace his steps as he walked back over to his own tent. He couldn’t describe why that interaction made him happy but it did. It felt nice to give something back to someone. To see her smile; make her feel safe. He led on his bedroll, his arms crossed behind his head and turned his head to look up to the stars.

After tonight’s events, the stars shone a little brighter for Javier. For that, he was thankful.

#javier escuella #javier escuella x reader #javier escuella x original character #javier #escuella #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #romance

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pumpkinsy0 · 1 year ago

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Headconnons about....

Buck, Dally, Darry and Tim (in Buck's bar) Buck is serving them the beers [since he owns the bar] hanging out, playing pool and getting drunk.

THANK YOU 🙏🏻

•first off it started as tim and darry drinking while buck is just making comments here n there tending to the bar

•talking about life, maybe how pony n curly gettin they smooch on 2gether maybe not, point is they r connecting over how fucked up their lives r, poor sad old men

•but then dallys ass alllways has to ruin shit ohhh boy🙄🙄

•tims just like “dude u look like shit” and its bc for the 100th time that weak him and sylvia broke up awwww</3333

•darry thinks dally rlly shouldnt b drinking especially w his track record of how aggressive he gets but its dallas tf he gonna do????listen??????

•quick context but a while ago i said that tim and buck r kinda like business partners cause tim still has family from haiti so yada yada buck has rum imported from haiti and tims like “give us that rn”

•imagine that whole drunk scene from that spongebob movie and thats exactly how they (rlly mostly tim and dally, darrys still a single mom who works 2 jobs who loves her kids n never stops) got drunk, darrys like on the brink of tipsy but not rlly he still needs a few drinks to get there

•at first everything was generally fine, dallys hitting on guys n gals cause whatever, tims actually dancing konpa which is rare to see him do cause hes not much of a dancer, darrys awkwardly in a corner cause he dont do to well in situations like these poor old man </33

•at least once tim went back to the bar for water but then a song started playing and he went “OH FUCK THIS MY SHIT🗣️🗣️”

•BUT OF COURSE somethings always ruined and tim and dally start getting competitive, drinking games, getting them even drunker and playing pool of course

•TOTALLY unrelated but darry and tim were watching each other playing pool and were like “aye he kinda has a nice ass no homo tho”

•now it WAS a battle between tim and dally but darry was secretly joining in a bit and won everything so take that how u will, nobody but him n buck know bout that one

•buck is maybe a BIT tipsy bc he was drinking w them a bit cause theyre all his buddy in some way shape or form, but he can pull himself together just fine after working at a bar for over 6 years he seems pretty sober

•at some point tim and dally start almost getting into it but darry picks them up by the collar of their jackets n just goes “stop” n they do cause darry can b rlly scary when he wants

•eventually its gettin a lil too late and so darry goes home and picks tim up and leaves dally there cause dally already has a room there he’ll b aight

•tims just mumbling random shit in creole and darrys goin “yea its alright man” and maybe took a slice of bread n some water for tim on the ride home

•dally passed out and its not until like 1 am that buck kicks the guy awake n says “cmon man i wanna hit the bed and need to close up” hes groggy but whateva

and that was the end of that🫶🏽🫶🏽

#curly shepard #ponyboy curtis #tim shepard #darrel curtis #darry curtis #dallas winston #buck merril

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crowwithguns · 3 months ago

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It’s the flavor you want. (Chapter 1)

Fandom: Dream smp

Characters: Wilbur soot- Philza

Wrote this in like one night and it isn’t beta read or anything. Might not update either, depends. Also posted on my Quotev account. Characters, not content creators!

The bar was empty except for Wilbur and the bartender Wilbur is drinking a glass of some cheep liquor, the name lost to him. He isn’t quite put together, his previously fluffy curls greasy and matted He wears a heavy trench coat, the smell of a cigarette still clings to it no matter how many times he washes it.

The bartender is in his mid thirties. His name tag reads the name ‘Phil’.

He clearly cares about keeping himself together, putting up a good outward appearance. His blond slicked back and tied in a low pony tail. He wears a green bucket hat that Wilbur is sure is against the dress code, but Wilbur isn’t a snitch.

The air was warm inside the bar, a stark contrast to the cold mid winter evening air outside, snow having not yet fallen, but the air cold and biting all the same.

A soft tune plays in the bar, some old love song from the eighties.

Wilbur watches the TV, currently playing a famous band getting interviewed. He feels almost melancholy as he swirls his drink, the ice clicking lightly on the inside of the glass grounding him in the moment. He hadn’t drank much, other then a few sips when it was first given to him. It wasn’t his point in coming here to get drunk at all. Just some friendly conversation, if he could force something out “You know, I don’t think they deserve the fame they have.”

Phil just hummed, used to the ramblings of drunk people or confessions of patrons, he holds his attention on drying a glass, the rehearsed process easy for his weathered hands.

Lucky for Phil he doesn’t seem to be looking for an answer, the man continues with a huff. “I mean have you seen them? they seem like assholes.”

Phil looks over at him, one eyebrow raised. “I don’t think either of us have any right to judge people we’ve never met, mate.” Phil’s voice is caring even though he’s never met Wilbur. Wilbur remembers a foster father he had who was like that, right up until the end when he sent Wilbur back to the group home. “but it seems you should live your own life and stop looking at the TV like it just shit on your car.” He the glass back down, and sitting at his stool and waiting till something needs to be done.

Wilbur sighs, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, you try to live your life when everyone knows how much of a failure you are. Just a ‘Little failed attempt at a pop star’” He seems to put on a voice for that last bit, a little whiney as though he were mocking someone.

“Seems like ya just met the wrong people” Phil smiles.

Wilbur shakes his head and turns away. Phil would never get it. Would never understand how different they are.

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After a while, the moon has reached its peak and then left its peak, the clock has reached 3:00 am and the bar has reached closing.

Phil walks over to Wilbur, who moved to a booth in the back of the bar “mate, it’s time for closing. You have to go.”

Wilbur gets up, a small frown on his face. He leave the cup behind, and when the bartender starts to clean the table he finds a 6$ dollars in one’s folded and set In the dried cup.

The bartenders eyes linger on it longer then they should, most people don’t bother to leave anything for him.

——————

A few nights later Phil makes his way down the street. He had gone to the grocery store since it was payday, he isn’t rich but he certainly isn’t poor either, he likes to say he’s comfortable where he is. A soft black jacket on to avoid the chill.

As he walks, he starts to hear music, as he gets closer he notices it’s a street performer playing music on a guitar for a small group of 5 or so people.

He stops to watch and listen for a while, and notices it’s the man from a few nights ago, playing the guitar. He’s rather good, not like what Phil would usually listen to, but it is nice.

After a while the group dissipates and Phil puts 6 dollars in his tip jar, makin g eye contact with the man. “You aren’t half bad.” The man looks embarrassed, looking away as Phil leaves.

Later that night two separate people would tell a close person they live with of the other, one to his black haired wife, and the other his blond haired brother.

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After that day, Wilbur, kept coming back to the bar at night. He would claim it’s so the ‘old man’ wouldn’t fall and break his back.

Phil and Wilbur usually sit in silence, occasionally talking to each other, mostly mundane topics. And every night when Wilbur left he would leave a tip of 6 dollars in the same way he did that first night.

One night in particular when Wilbur arrived he looked surprisingly happy, not the usual self loathing that surrounds him on most days.

~{•^•}~

Opening the door and quickly stepping in to avoid letting the cold in, the winter air was truly dreadful. Wilbur’s sneakers meet the hardwood floors of the Lovely Crow,

taking the steps he took many times before. He had just gotten the opportunity of a life time, the opportunity to be contracted by a record label, his name written in lights.

He could finally get his big break, finally be somebody. He makes his way to his usual seat, in front of the bar, sitting down with a big stupid smile on his face. He just knows this will work, this will be it for him.

The bartender looks curiously at him, and he doesn’t even wait to be asked before speaking “Guess who’s gonna be famous? Me! A record label finally saw my talent” He grins. But the bartender doesn’t say anything, not seeming as happy as Wilbur is.

He chocks it up to Phil being more weary than him (but that doesn’t make sense?). “My interview is in three days! Three! Although I won’t be coming in for a drink till after. Don’t wanna seem like a drunk” he continues rambling about it for a bit, eventually like every other night, it devolves back into a comfortable silence with sparse conversations until the bar closes.

~{•^•}~

#Dream smp #fanfiction #Band au #bar au

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punkscowardschampions · 20 hours ago

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Roses pt.5

Moses: [do actually concentrate on driving sir even if you’re SQUEEZING her hand for the entirety of what remains of this journey because you miss having her as close to you as she was SO much that you’re a lil bit shook by it and therefore have to keep hold of her like she’s trying to get away, keep LOOKING at her every so often as well for the same reason, as if she’s gonna disappear if she isn’t under your eye]

Rio: [me like how are y’all gonna cope when she can’t just move herself in because she has a real mother and current step-father, HMM? because fr, y’all up in here getting SO damn attached, smiling at him every time he LOOKS at you because you aren’t looking away from him because you don’t need to keep your eyes on the road now]

Moses: [literally, get a grip lads but don’t ever, especially not now because you’re rocking up to this site which means he’s getting out of the car and opening her door, undoing her seatbelt the whole nine, standing there waiting expectantly for her then to reach her arms out to him asking to be carried in like a bub as if that’s remotely acceptable]

Rio: [you think you’ll be able to swing this because you’re a sociable girl but you’re still going to school and home some nights of the week presumably, good luck babes, doing a quick look around into the night like IS anyone around then LOOKING at him like is it okay to]

Moses: [him just LOOKING back at her like girl I’m WAITING with no fucks given and no looks around or anything is kinda iconic, the fucks you don’t give sir when the stakes are really high for you here, doing a kind of unhappy and disapproving noise to make it doubly blatant that he doesn’t like that she isn’t immediately doing what he wants her to]

Rio: [shaking your head so dramatically like noooo, putting your hands out immediately like pick me up NOW, I’M SORRY 🥺 practically kicking your little legs but not because you’ve got giant heels on and someone could get hurt lol]

Moses: [at least the way he’d carry her so close to his own body means she can hide her face easily and if anyone is around she’s not recognisable because he’s doing it anyway whether people do or don’t, when they get to his door giving her the key to put in the lock like when you let little kids do things, also shamelessly means he doesn’t have to put her down to do it himself]

Rio: [you can hide when you’re squishing him for disappointing him like love me again, so shamelessly wrapping yourself around him tight enough that he would struggle to get you off him, like a limpet, turning this key slowly because you’ve, obviously, never been here and you are excited to get inside]

Moses: [her shameless ploy will work because he’ll love that to a ridiculous degree and she’ll instantly be forgiven, my PROFOUND apologies though for his ridiculous bachelor pad, at least you’ll be able to appreciate how expensive things are because that’s the only thing we can say it has going for it, the only woman’s touch ever would be his poor mother’s when she’s around and it depends if he’s moved or not how often he sees her, also excuse this man not putting her down ever so wherever she wants to look/whatever she wants to do she’ll have to direct him]

Rio: [it’s not giving cosy and homely, we all know that but we’ll still want to see what you do have and what you think is essential because we’re nosy and we want to know more about you now, we will also enjoy getting you to take us from room to room like you are a pony shamelessly, of course you have to end a tour in the bedroom]

Moses: [go to the fridge at one point so that he can get y’all a drink because you’d be dehydrated enough from the drugs never mind y’all’s sweaty car antics but I just want the cliche of sharing a glass instead of her carrying 2, him feeding her like she’s a toddler who can’t be trusted with her own cup, and of course for her to see the collage of pics and mementoes of Edie at all different ages and them together stuck on the door with magnets that Edie has done herself one of the times she’s been here, but yes we’re absolutely ending in the bedroom and he’s throwing her on this bed like he did the car backseat even if the glass she’s still holding has liquid in it she’ll then get splashed by]

Rio: [my boo says need a quick detour to guilt-trip you by the fridge and she’s correct for that because really doing work to forget/excuse the fact that he’s Edie’s real father and this is therefore not okay (even if you excuse all the other reasons it’s not) when he’s thrown you onto the bed you can bounce back up like I need to go clean myself in the bathroom because in fairness, you do, there has been no post-sex dealing with because you were in the car]

Moses: [soz I had to because there simply wouldn’t be traces of Edie everywhere now that she’s too old to leave toys around cos he’s not that bitch for all his talk of being a doting father and she isn’t here enough ever is lowkey the vibe but that was a realistic way she could be and something I feel she’d do to try and make his place homey-er and leave him reminders of all their best times, and like I said, feasible you’d be thirsty all things considered, my boo says she hasn’t once done a post sex piss either and that’s so true, he’ll just be chilling on the bed like everything’s nbd waiting while she has her bathroom freakout post guilt-trip which he hasn’t even clocked cos he’s so used to those things being on his fridge he doesn’t even see them now]

Rio: [in here just wondering how long you can take casually lol, then realising you can start running your bath thank god so do that, keeping busy keeping busy, fixing your make-up and hair and inspecting all the potential marks you’ll end up with on your body, all so you don’t have to think about it]

Moses: [he’ll be lowkey fuming when he realises you’re running this bath for yourself when he’s meant to be babying you but needs must and I’m sure rn he’s being slutty checking himself out in a mirror to see what the damage is and just because he’s so buzzing with himself for his antics as if he’s not committing crimes, easily distracted is this adhd bitch so you’ll have a minute before he knocks to check on you]

Rio: [oh Moses, what are you like lol, you know he’ll be mad but you can just say you were trying to be helpful when you open the door like yes, come in, looking if not feeling more composed]

Moses: [coming in in his slutty dressing gown he’s put on because the state of his clothes and just for comfort, I’m imagining those really ugly designer ones rn and dying, looking at this bath (which I’m sure is FULL if not about to overflow because it’s small and y’all were both distracted) and back at her ready to be mad but the way it’s so full is giving naughty child/his own antics when he was doing baths and causing carnage like I said so he’s here for it again, I’m sure you went mad with the bubbles too so putting his hand in and blowing some at her like oh you what are you like]

Rio: [doing a little oops, what am I like pose as you turn these taps off because don’t need to actually flood his caravan and cause a real scene, sitting on the edge of the bath and swirling this water and the bubbles around ‘you want first go?’ like that’s why he’s come in here lol, pulling a little on the edge of his dressing gown like you’re going to undo it but not actually doing so]

Moses: [imagine, there’s a flood and the whole site finds out what y’all are up to lol, but no, instead he’s slapping her hand away from this water with the exact same energy as when he did before, also saying the gypsy lingo word for naughty pretending it’s under his breath how cross parents do but letting her hear it, then rolling his sleeve up and testing the temp with his elbow like you do for babies before lowering her into said water, gently like she is a baby, not throwing her in with chaotic energy this time, (obvs taking off her clothes first if she has not idk how much of your body you checked girl that’s none of my business frankly) it’s all fine, it’s all casual]

Rio: [watching him from the side, trying to get back into that carefree mindset he’s in because it’s too late to take back what you’ve already done and too late for you to go home so you can’t make any sort of decisions right this second but it’s easier said than done, letting him get you undressed and into this bath, which would feel nice for your body regardless, closing your eyes and focusing on the sensation]

Moses: [just watching her lie there in your bath for a moment absolutely covered in bubbles, trying to commit that to memory like she said, he hasn’t noticed the vibes are off yet so as far as he’s concerned everything is okay still, trailing his hand through the water til he moves the bubbles aside enough to look again at her waist seatbelt trauma because that’s assumedly her worst and most noticeable injury rn, gently touching it again even more gently than before, lowkey the softest he’s ever touched her thus far, barely applying more pressure than the layer of bubbles because you do feel a bit sorry seeing it now that you’re slightly calmer]

Rio: [opening your eyes when he touches you that gently, scrunching up your nose and shaking your head because you can tell he feels a bit sorry ‘I should’ve taken my seatbelt off’ pausing like you’re remembering the crash that happened imminently after you started blowing him and shrugging like okay, perhaps not ‘it’s cool’]

Moses: [me thinking of Dakota’s nose scrunch immediately which means you’re thinking of her mother too, soz about it, resting his arms on the side of the bath and putting his head in them like he’s SO distraught and can’t believe he’s done this when we all know you’re not THAT sorry sir, not about anything but having your own split second of remembering who her mother is anyway]

Rio: [we know you look very like your mother, the most of all of y’all atm really and thus we don’t need to be a mind-reader to work out where your head has gone, subconsciously making sure you are covered entirely with bubbles as you as gently touch his arm like hey ‘is it all too weird?’ not quite whispering but not saying it as loud as you could when you’re alone here]

Moses: [mhmm hence it sends me that this is the first time this man is like oh but how like a man, keeping his head resting on her arms but looking at her instead of burying it ‘I loved her’ defensively because plenty of people would disagree with that and how you treated her I’m sure, Johnny most of all, but you genuinely believe you did, as if she’s trying to say you didn’t]

Rio: [looking into his eyes to say ‘I know’ because you believe him, you believe your dad and Ronan did too, all in their own ways ‘nothing has to be perfect for that to be true’ because nothing ever is so that would be a pointless qualifier in our head, the awkward pause when you don’t know what to add ‘they’ll hate us’ because that’s what you’re feeling and thinking, at its core]

Moses: [shaking your head because you’re pissed off that Caleb ruined it and you’re pissed off jali are a thing and most of all you’re pissed off that Alison doesn’t seem to know that you loved her and how good she had it and could’ve had it with you but all that is too much to say and basically pointless to say because it’s too late now ‘I hate them’ being what comes out @ jali like you’re a child because he’s nothing if not childish but also it’s true that he does genuinely hate Johnny rn for making his sister leave and the state of that whole sham marriage even if he could get over the Ali stuff]

Rio: [just letting him be there and be mad because there’s nothing you can say to it and the last thing you want is to say the wrong thing and make it worse ‘you don’t hate Edie though’ because all well and good for you to not give a fuck about Jali or the rest of them but we know that’s not true]

Moses: [a scoff like duh obviously not, looking at her like you can’t fathom why she’d even bring her name up cos as far as you’re concerned Edie is nothing to do with this because jali can never stop you seeing her when in this man’s mind this is staying completely under wraps and they’ve got no reason to]

Rio: [when you realise you’re really not on the same page and you don’t even want to try to be so you’re backtracking a few steps like okay ‘obviously we’ll have to be more careful then’]

Moses: [‘do you not think you’re a bit late with this talk’ as if her telling him to be careful is only in ref to his cumming in her and nothing else, like girl I’ve done it now]

Rio: [cocking your head like ‘not what I meant’ not sassing him, it’s like we’re half amused but still trying to have a serious talk here ‘you know what I mean, that I can’t just stay here, even if that’s what I want, not if we’re keeping this a secret’]

Moses: [‘it sure weren’t’ like yeah I know you had no complaints about THAT sis, likewise a lil amused despite everything ‘you’re here now in secret’]

Rio: [flicking some bubbles at him with your toes like the cheek of it, doing a small laugh ‘and if we’re smart, I can keep coming back’]

Moses: [GRABBING her foot like oi and the force of how he’s lifting it out of the water making her head go under ‘I am’ again like excuse you I’m very smart ‘no if, like’]

Rio: [pushing your other foot into the end of the bath/wall to get your head out of the water again, shaking the one he’s still got hold of like let go]

Moses: [not letting go, tickling her instead because he’s an agent of chaos ‘here, come on, take your if out’ like say it’s what you want, to stay here]

Rio: [here trying to free yourself from his tickling and saying his name like he’s a naughty child now ‘you know what I want’]

Moses: [shamelessly having a playfight so there’s water and bubbles going everywhere while he’s pins her down in this water as she’s trying to thrash free ‘what I want’s you to use your words, little girl’ little girl being in the lingo this time for the first time, like and you KNOW what I want is more important]

Rio: [at least you are slippery from the bubbles and can use this to your advantage somewhat even though we know you will cave and give him what he wants ‘I want you, I want to be here, obviously’]

Moses: [what a shame the UGLY dressing gown is soaked, I for one am so DEVASTATED lol, repeating the ‘I want you, I want to be here’ in the lingo like okay say it like you mean it, very do it properly or not at all of him again the way he was in the car before but we all know it also gives you a chance to say it]

Rio: [lol my boo says get that off thank you very much, when this is more words than you’ve had to say in one go but there are some repeats so you can copy as best as you can, looking at him like is that right]

Moses: [repeating the parts separately so ‘I want you’ broken up by EYE CONTACT and then ‘I want to be here’ purely because you really wanna say and have her say it again not because she did it wrong, we see you sir]

Rio: [its impossible for this EYE CONTACT to not become heart eyes as you’re repeating this yet again, pushing your head up to be closer to his ‘you know that’]

Moses: [it’s impossible for it not to become a kiss and him saying ‘I want you so much, stay here, fuck’s sake’ in english and fully into her mouth, nbd]

Rio: [putting your arms around his neck and pulling him towards you and towards this bath as you kiss him back, making a little oh! sound at what he said ‘come here’]

Moses: [letting her pull him and lowkey shamelessly launching himself anyway into this bath, ugly dressing gown and all, even though he could so easily resist because he doesn’t want to he wants to makeout with her amongst the bubbles and he shall]

Rio: [the weight of this man and soaked dressing gown is lowkey gonna squash you girl but in a pleasant way that will distract you from your worries, along with the makeout you are having, pulling his lip into your mouth like you can swallow and keep the words he just said casually]

Moses: [I know for a fact he will eventually take it off and throw it onto the bathroom floor like he threw her underwear out of the window but only when it’s getting in his way not for her sake lol, so you’ll get to enjoy the weighted blanket effect fully first, he’s 1000% naked under it so also enjoy getting to be in this water together because that’s a different vibe entirely to the car and he’s putting all his !! of what he just said into this makeout sesh because that’s the closest he’s ever come to not just demanding something in daddy fashion but asking for it like something he needs and was almost begging for]

Rio: [making messes left and right today you sir, me like I sure hope you/your mother has a tumble dryer or that’s never getting dried lol, you have not seen him that naked, because you’re so cramped in a car and he probably did the male thing of not fully getting naked and just taking off what he needed to so you can put your arms out between y’all and break the kiss for a moment to LOOK at him and swear about it ‘I don’t care if it’s wrong’ because you cannot in the moment when you want him as much as you do]

Moses: [never a thought spared for the practicalities, I’m sure you do because you’d have every mod con that can fit in this caravan but you wouldn’t know how to use it so this poor girl will have to do it for you while she’s here ‘she left me, don’t you’ because that’s his story about Ali however true or untrue, KISSING her again like it’s NOT wrong like she said earlier because that’s also the story here]

Rio: [me like I’m not gonna get into all that because I’m sure there’s a story there and two sides to it but that’s none of my business currently lol ‘I’ll never’ because you mean it in the ways that count, even if you have to literally leave the caravan in the AM]

Moses: [‘promise’ as you hold her under the water about it like I will drown you if you don’t mean this with your whole heart, giving when he was holding her head during the blowjob scene, except he’s doing it like full baptism vibes for the catholic in him, but still those flashbacks are happening with how he’s not letting go, as are the almost breaking her wrist ones and any others I’ve forgotten, and they’re all making this even more !! letting her up so she can say it but not as quickly as you should]

Rio: [me like how is she going to promise if she’s underwater lmao but obviously that is not the point here and testing to see if she freaks out or is there with you with those flashbacks is, catching your breath, in dramatic fashion as you had to hold it (and fast), before you even look at him because would’ve had to close her eyes tight too and maybe she’s upset with you now but no, we’re promising as we LOOK at him, spitting some water childishly at him like that was MEAN]

Moses: [my boo says make it make sense fool and she’s so real for that but yeah those are his true motivations here and we’re all aware, launching himself at her to kiss her as she’s spitting this water out like okay drown me a lil bit too if you want because saucy antics are never far away especially in response to childish actions, plus if she was mad that’s a way she soon wouldn’t be from this man’s POV]

Rio: [using this slip and slide energy to get on top of him so he’s the one laying in this tub and you can act like you’re going to drown him now, but you’re making out because you would simply rather ‘do you want me to stay or not’ like don’t be trying to murder me SIR but we’re grinning and spitting more water right into his mouth about it, a little too chill for how unprompted that was IMO but you do you girl, you’re not getting you in danger signals from this, out here giving him a bubble beard and a mohawk like y’all are just vibing, LOOKING at him in that way you can tell she’s trying to memorise because you can’t take a picture of him and you usually would if this was a boyfriend, just another awkward Buster parallel]

Moses: [shamelessly answering the question of wanting her to stay by how he’s positioning her on top of him with INTENT and holding her there so she can’t slip around while she’s playing giving him bubble lewks living her best life, another chance to hold her again that he’s taking, we all know he’ll also take the chance to wash her hair like she’s a bub (soz that you gotta use his shampoo and not whatever you typically would for your mixed curls hair texture but needs must and you’ll both love the experience for other reasons) using the shampoo cap like the jug my parents used to tip over my head so that would take ages because it’s quite small but that adds to it for y’all anyway cos it’ll take longer, her hair will blatantly be covered in bubbles and not clean because of this method but is he gonna also rinse it with clean water like a sensible person would do, absolutely not yet because she’s not getting out yet and y’all play too much]

Rio: [giving him a ‘you did that on purpose’ LOOK as you bite your lip and by trying not to move too much ultimately move against him just enough to let him know how badly he’s affecting you, me here like oh god you’re going to make such a mess of her hair you don’t even know (also imagining a situation in which Grace would EVER allow this to happen lmao) but dealing with that is a job for Rio of the future and you ain’t about to stop him when he’s being this soft and daddy, just looking up at him the whole time ‘you’re taking such good care of me’]

Moses: [At least this girl will know the effects are mutual because in no world is this man not getting the MOST turned on by this hair washing saga, especially when he has to do the whole tilting her head back move so she doesn’t get shampoo in her eyes because that’s so dramatic and exposes her entire throat etc, it’s a big mood, soz to her hair in the AM being a casualty of his kinks, Ali will be thinking UM which friend did you stay with?? Because when is this girl not serving especially for this new job but hey an updo it is I’m afraid ‘get yourself used to it’ because princess treatment forever now]

Rio: [just here playfully brushing against him with your hands and your body in creative ways whilst this hairwashing is occurring, teasing like you might accidentally land on him in just the right way for him to be inside you because you just can’t sit still but never quite letting it happen ‘you said you needed somewhere to put your love’ whilst your back is to him in this process, reaching out to hold his arm (where your tattoo is, ofc) because you can see how true that is now]

Moses: [sighing like a put upon father whose child will not keep still every single time but not at all, we know what those noises really are ‘you’ve the hole to put it in’ both literally and figuratively if we wanna be crude or not cos both are true, emotional and physical holes are both included here]

Rio: [just grinning back at him because he can do something about it if he really wants to and he knows that, full-on bursting out laughing at him saying that because of how crude it sounds ‘it’s me’ like I’m the one you’ve been missing this whole time, which is bold to say but how you feel rn genuinely]

Moses: [‘what you laughing for?’ but he’s likewise grinning because you know what you said, tickling her again like I’ll give you something to lol about, shameless flirting and a shameless ploy to potentially end up inside her accidentally on purpose ‘you’re after us as bad, all my love’ with blatant emphasis on all, like you’re gonna be so FULL hun just you wait]

Rio: [using the excuse of being tickled to just really do the most writhing against him and saying the wildest shit like you’re saying whatever to get him off you when we all know you just want to say it and this gives you a guise to do it under ‘I want what you want, exactly the same’ putting your hands up to his to do a size comparison always but also to mirror, like see, identical]

Moses: [doing such a hot lip bite to keep himself quiet so he can hear all the wild shit she’s saying because don’t want to miss any of that truly ‘there’s no ignoring what we both want’ because how turned on you both are is beyond obvious, cinematically pushing himself inside her at the exact moment their hands touch]

Rio: [cinematically shutting the fuck up when he pushes himself inside you like you can no longer speak nor think, just doing the most dramatic intake of breath like you’ve been winded by him, collapsing into his arms even harder than you already were ‘you have to be careful, remember’ in his ear like lol]

Moses: [‘you remember how it felt when I wasn’t’ like no I shan’t without him outright saying that, gotta make her think it’s her idea and therefore her fault if something happens not his, gaslight and girlboss, doing the absolute most, practically bending her over the side of this tub about it for how deep he’s trying to be inside of her rn immediately]

Rio: [‘you’re never going to want to pull out again’ said like oh no I’ve created a monster but also calling out that we see you, sir, though it hardly feels like a call out when you’re saying it so indecently and about getting fucked out of this bathtub happily about it so]

Moses: [‘you’re going to scream at your daddy not to’ as a call out of her own which doesn’t really feel like one because he’s saying it like he’s ordering her to do exactly that or else]

Rio: [moaning and steadying yourself on the edge in a way I know is going to give you more bruises on your stomach and thighs but the alternative is to literally fall on the floor and you aren’t quite at that level of don’t give a fuck yet ‘I might’ throwing it back to your convo before you even got to the car]

Moses: [this poor girl going into work looking like she’s been in a car accident fr, we’re gonna have to say Johnny does not stop by tomorrow because he’d be like UM wtf, PULL her hair and her head back for that throwback to the first time you did in the car, an unspoken what was that, try again, with how hard he’s doing it and keeping her hair held in his fist, boy you can’t scalp her as well enough damage has been done, calm down, but he will never the ‘hmm?’ as further encouragement of I’m sorry what?, sounding INDECENT in her ear]

Rio: [is suddenly in clothes covering her neck to toes, mind your business everyone lmao, thank God he’s a busy man because he’s not stupid and you don’t really want to have that conversation with him, even if you’re leaving out the minor detail of who did that to you; here and now making even more noise as he’s exposing your throat like that, whining at the way he’s pulling your hair by keeping hold of it that tightly ‘I didn’t like it, when you went off alone’ being honest about it even though you couldn’t sound any more INDECENT yourself about it, like yeah you looked good but it felt weird ‘it’s like I didn’t do it, make you cum’]

Moses: [suddenly starts dressing like she’s amish or converted to islam, it’s fine, nothing to see here ‘you’ve a duty to make sure I’m not’ cos he’s back to wanting to wife her now ofc ‘course you’ll upset yourself if you don’t fulfil it’ the unspoken and me in his hand going to her throat again]

Rio: [nodding purely to demonstrate how limited your range of motion is right now by how he’s choking you, can barely do it but somehow managing to fight against his grip to do so, pushing back on him hard like I’m not going to disappoint you, how dare you even suggest it, look how good I am]

Moses: [he loves to see it, ‘rewarding’ her by choking her harder and ofc fucking her harder too that goes without saying, hopefully giving himself some bruises thanks to this small bath because you don’t deserve to be as unscathed as you are sir ‘family’s important’ how dare you use a Johnny line rn, thanks I HATE it ‘and I’ve lost half of mine’ we all know what that means, she’s gotta give him one cos he’s SO sad his brother, sister and nieces and nephews are gone]

Rio: [rolling her eyes how he wants to see, not for that reason but because there’s no other option at this point when you can barely breathe let alone reply to him, Jonathan literally said that to her in their convo and that’s not lost on you but it’s not enough for you to be like cut the cameras deadass, just pretending you did not hear, also out here acting like he couldn’t go and visit his family, like you don’t live near them half the time anyway but WHATEVER hun, we get what you’re doing here]

Moses: [he’s full of shit, even if they’ve run off to a different country like my boo said they maybe should, the distance from ireland to england isn’t undoable for you (you literally said earlier you have visited them when you were complaining it wasn’t the same) and even if you really couldn’t because you’re so busy working, Edie hasn’t gone anywhere, you could spend more time with her to compensate, but no, stop trying to impregnate this child you heathen, he’s doing the opposite of that though, releasing her from her chokehold but giving her only a literal second to dramatically breathe, like when she almost drowned, before he’s kissing her]

Rio: [we all know you’re not the father/brother/uncle/son you think you are but this girl doesn’t see the extent in her position and even if she did, not about to call you out now so; not you spending your time/the breath you are only just getting back begging him to cum in you, doing this into this kiss like you don’t need oxygen]

Moses: [mhmm, he’s a flop but that’s not her responsibility to recognise when Caleb is an even bigger one, Johnny denied Django and Ronan has literally kidnapped his kid atm so ofc he’s gonna look good by comparison, oh ho ho she’s gonna FEEL how much that begging is getting to him and the fact he isn’t doing it rn immediately only because he wants her to beg more, so so blatant]

Rio: [precisely, like are you going to feel like a fool ultimately? of course, but you really do believe he’s a good dad because of those comparisons and even the times you’ve seen him disappoint Edie are nothing compared to your own disappointment so it’s not gonna register like he’s only made acceptable failures there to you, there’s obviously the whole your age issue but again, you think you’re grown enough to handle this and you’d not be the first teenager to think that BUT I DIGRESS; just wilding out now that you can speak again, has never said the word daddy more in her life, nor please probably and you’re a polite gal ‘let me fulfil my duty, let me be good’]

Moses: [Even Johnny my beloved is out here looking like a bad father rn cos yes jali are going strong but he’s abandoned his 5 other kids to have baby Maggie and be a father figure to y’all, Moses is coming up Milhouse and exploiting that in the worst way possible atm, but anyway, she’ll be able to say both in the lingo too and really lay it on thick because I’m sure she knows please too, really wild out and KILL this man the quickest she so far has]

Rio: [mhmm, she absolutely will, gotta prove that you’re his daughter and wifey material all in one, telling him you’ll learn everything you need to know, I say shh girl]

Moses: [I’m so glad that he’s incapable of being coherent rn and far too busy being taken aback by cumming so fast (because god knows what he’d be saying lol) when usually he can and does hold it together until there’s no doubt she has first (cos he’s not a teenage boy) but all control and thoughts of being daddy like that have been lost and he can’t help but die]

Rio: [I say you’re welcome girl because the least we can do for you is let you know you got that man like that, you’re too dead to be smug right this second but later on you can be #proud of yourself, I know you’re going to end up on the cold hard ground when he loses control and thus loses his vice-like grip on you, which is a feral mood, laying there like oh okay, DAMN]

Moses: [the least you can do SIR is pick her up off the cold hard ground when you’ve recovered enough to realise that’s where she is, so do grab her and wrap her in a towel (they’d be expensive and therefore fluffy so you’re welcome for that much) like she’s a baby, which upsets me personally because you did not rinse her hair with clean water bitch and I haven’t forgotten, but he isn’t giving a thought for such things, he’s just holding her once again]

Rio: [you are going to have to get back in this shower later on or in the morning but you’d not be able to stand there and deal with your mane of hair in your current weakened state so let him cuddle you like a baby and get your strength back ‘was that okay?’ fixing his hair for him because it has too been covered in bubbles and messed up by you, looking down at your body like you can see what y’all just did (and you can see the red marks that will turn into bruises but you’re thinking beyond that)]

Moses: [‘good, you dope’ as per said affectionately instead of as the insult it is like oh you silly fool how could you ask that, kissing her on the forehead like the good little girl she is before adding ‘you were good’ because however feral they were being he registers her saying let me be during the hookup, picking her up and putting her on the toilet to piss (even though he didn’t care about her potentially getting an UTI in the car ever) while he wraps a towel around his waist and faffs being vain again for a sec instead of cleaning up any bathroom carnage (obvs) picking her up again and carrying her to his bedroom, gently putting her on the bed and getting on too, positioning them in a snuggle with another BIG but soft hair stroke that puts her head on his chest]

Rio: [my boo says oh now he cares lmao, here dazed and pissing, watching him tart himself up affectionately if slightly hazily, touching your hair absentmindedly like oh no, I don’t look as good as he does that’s for certain but what can you do about it now, doing your best to towel it into slightly better shape; once again being carried but it’s soft hours and he’s not throwing you into this bed now, looking around because you were having an existential crisis last time you were here and you ran away so you didn’t take anything in particularly, stroking the sheets and thinking about the fact this is his actual bed (and thinking about how many other people have been in it before you, not even judgmentally just with curiosity because obviously no one has slept in your bed like that so it’s new) doing a noise when he joins you on said bed and cuddles up to you, a happy oh hi sort of sound ‘your heart’s still beating fast’ as you lay on his chest, stroking his abs because he has a legit six-pack he’s that sort of man]

Moses: [‘lesser man’s heart’d stop altogether’ because he’d the sort of man to give her a compliment which is also a compliment to him lol, you’re so slay but don’t ever forget hun so am I, snuggling this girl even more because it is soft hours, really pulling her into his side as close as is physically possible, then passing her the tv remote like she’s a kid staying up past their bedtime/a kid who needs the tv on to fall asleep (because I’m sure you’ve got one in here as well as the lounge despite that being totally unnecessary because this caravan is not big) before wrapping his arms around her completely, possessively and protectively]

Rio: [mhmm-ing in agreement, like thank god you are who you are and not someone who can’t handle all this, @ Buster in your head much ‘man that you are’ grinning up at him and cuffing his chin, looking at this remote like you’ve never seen one because nothing feels real or normal right now so the idea of just watching TV is somehow so alien it’s wild, still, turning it on, even if you’re putting on literally anything, letting it become background noise ‘you can sleep now’ shutting his eyelids gently with your fingers like there, there, cuddling into him ‘good night’]

Moses: [if nothing else the glow of the TV is cinematic so y’all are welcome for that, because he likewise could not give less of a fuck about whatever is on, he’s just enjoying the fact this gal is still here and not freaked out once as far as he’s aware, as well as her blatant compliment there which he’s grinning back at her for duh even if she can’t see from her current position because I don’t doubt there’s a mirror she can see him in which he’s enjoying looking at y’all in while y’all are cuddling, hence doing a snort like sound like excuse you when she suggests him sleeping, exaggerated so when she’s trying to close his eyes his breath is blowing her away playfully like stop that, as if she’s once again a kid trying to be cheeky and stay up, but he isn’t starting a full playfight about it because in no world are you both not tired after those feral antics]

Rio: [‘you’ll have to sleep some time’ which sounds like a mother’s threat but we’re saying it playfully as we give up our attempt to forcibly make you snooze here, shaking our head like oh you, going back to looking at y’all in this mirror, putting your head to one side because thinking]

Moses: [‘speak for yourself’ as if he will never need to such is his neverending stamina and chaotic energy but it’s affectionate too like I know YOU’RE tired rn after all that sis, raising his eyebrow at her in this mirror like what are you thinking about]

Rio: [making your own kind of ha, excuse me sound as if this is such a cheeky suggestion and you aren’t both a little knackered because clearly neither of you will admit to it in your silly mood but you’re rubbing your cheek against your shoulder and smiling up at him bashfully via this mirror ‘I was thinking what we’d look like together, what I’d think if I saw us’]

Moses: [how childish of this grown man not to just go to sleep when he has work early in the AM but if that doesn’t sum him up, giving her a gentle playful nudge in her side like okay go on then what would you think ‘you’d be jealous if you saw us like this and the woman wasn’t you’ okay ego, true but you didn’t need to say it, especially not without giving her a chance to answer lol, btw we all see you calling her a woman when she clearly looks like a lil girl in this mirror atm]

Rio: [truly lol but y’all are giddy so we get it, putting his hand where he just nudged her like no, be nice to me, remember ‘I told you I’m jealous’ nodding like yeah but you already knew that ‘but I wanted you to be happy’ because you weren’t jealous of those women before this happened, obviously, you were jealous of Edie (secretly and guiltily) for having a better father than you]

Moses: [soz boo keeping you waiting for a thousand years thanks to that technical glitch, this reply is not gonna be worth it now lol, even though he is gonna WRAP his arms around her stomach and give her a lil squeeze as he does his own nod which is some audacity to be again thinking and ref-ing impregnating this teen girl in a shameless display of give me what I want and I’ll be happy without him saying it ‘don’t I look it?’ at the mirror because he’s buzzing with himself and this situation rn]

Rio: [that was audacious and strange but we move, when you lowkey can’t believe how about the idea of impregnating you he is, stopping breathing for a sec like he squeezed you that hard about it, nodding in reply to his question ‘you think I’ll be good at it?’ quieter than how you have been speaking without whispering]

Moses: [tbf a very bold and unexpected move from him considering that he’s only had 1 child via your own mother years and years ago at this point and you are but a child yourself so nobody can or would blame you for being surprised but this man is running with his terrible decision with enthusiasm how he always does ‘you already are’ because true she is the mum friend and she mothers all of her siblings so hard, not to mention all the sexist connotations of her being a girl and thus it’s what she’s born and made for etc that these lads all culturally believe ‘a mammy better than my own’ DRAG but we all know he doesn’t get along with his mother because she’s a doormat and he likes his women feistier hence Alison/his sister/Edie all being his faves, as a conspiratorial whisper like don’t tell anyone I said that]

Rio: [like, are we flattered? absolutely but we didn’t think this was your energy because you only did it the once with Alison so it’s like, well am I special, what is it about me but instinctively knowing that that is a can of WORMS to get into so we aren’t saying any of this out loud to you here and now ‘you are very good at it’ like it would be a shame for you to never get to daddy again too, looking at yourself as his comments/compliments hit, pouting for the sake of his poor mother like oh, don’t be mean ‘sure you were a handful to raise’ making horns with your index fingers behind his head via this mirror like I remember what you told me about child you, sir]

Moses: [it’s FAMOUSLY not his energy to the extent that this U-turn is insane, we’re all right there with you girl with our !!??! but anyway, giving her a SMUG look like yep I know because he thinks he’s the best to ever do it genuinely ‘she’d full well the knowing what she was getting herself into’ because his dad is a right one and worthy of the devil horns and the apple doesn’t fall far, he’s saying it amused but where’s the lie]

Rio: [‘though you’ll never be able to do bath time without thinking about me again’ making some mirror EYE CONTACT about it as if either of you has had time to forget about what just went down, turning around to face him properly, the closeness meaning you’re craning your neck to look up at his face from his chest ‘tell me about them, how’d they get together?’ because we’re a sucker for a love story even though it’s clearly far from one at this point, here like perhaps it once was, god bless babe]

Moses: [‘or drive’ because will forever remind him of her now whether he takes that specific shortcut or not, as he returns the EYE CONTACT and they are both getting hit by FLASHBACKS again, do tell her, the gist being that your dad was super hot like you and was a catch ™ but chose your mum for whatever reason, giving they met in a very specific gypsy way (hence I’m not committing us because I don’t know enough about that all) because unlike Johnny’s your mum actually is from the community and has a full fam of her own, I’m sure it was a love story until your dad’s sluttiness and bad vibes ruined it and thus you can tell it in a way that mirrors y’all not at ALL subtly with the I could have anyone but I pick you of it all because we all know what he’s doing here on this day lovebombing this girl HARD, actually telling the truth tho with these parental deets which is important cos he could just lie, she has no way to know]

Rio: [‘sorry’ whilst being the least sorry you’ve ever been because hope he thinks about you every time he has to drive anywhere ever again, not soz lol, when there’s definitely a vibe and a way he’s talking about his mother in this story that you don’t like because he clearly thinks she is such a doormat that there’s no avoiding that coming across and it’s like oof, not saying anything but definitely noticing it, even if you’re enjoying the rest of the story and the gypsy culture things you don’t know much about beyond what your life has introduced you to so far ‘is it just you 3?’ because we know Johnathan has lots of siblings we don’t really know but don’t know if it is just you, Ronan and ST]

Moses: [‘you’re not’ because it’s obvious she isn’t but he’s the opposite of mad about it, just like he’s the opposite of mad about the idea of thinking about her when he’s behind the wheel, we all know he will which is why if we do wanna kill him doing so with a car crash is so right and so real because he’ll forever be distracted now, the way he wouldn’t acknowledge the mummy issues and oof energy unless she directly did because he’s too quick to overlook any negatives this girl (or any other) might perceive about him unless he’s repeatedly hit over the head with them (and even then, as we’ve seen in the past with Ali and Carly it’s still like yeah but you want me really, so) and therefore we’re skating past and over that, focusing on the positives and what we can get her to love about this story, I deffo said as Ronan to Ali that his younger brother(s) were like Rocky when it came to fireworks meaning they exist but I kept it vague and didn’t specify as I won’t now, but tell me why I think there should be more siblings than Johnny has, like Moses’ mum is a literal baby machine]

Rio: [my boo says I will make it your downfall sweaty, don’t test me, this girl just shrugging like oops, tehe ‘there’s plenty I’ll not be able to do without thought of you now’ like we’re definitely even, boy; she’s not gonna push this now but the vibe has been noted and is stopping your love-bombing from hitting quite as effectively as you undoubtedly imagine it is so there’s that ‘Je-sus’ separating the syllables just like that in dramatic but not judgy fashion just like wow, that’s a lot of kids because you’ve only heard of the ones close in age to this boy and Ronan when he was your stepdad before now so you’re shook ‘are you eldest?’]

Moses: [giving her a look like as you should because he likewise wants her to think of him ALWAYS shamelessly, followed with a nod like yeah I know, but clearly you’re proud of your dad for being so virile and manly and having more kids than Johnny’s dad and whatever other siblings there were/are, so you can tell her that your dad has the most kids out of everyone in the extended fam, mhmm, it makes me think that maybe his mum lost some babies in between which is why there’s a gap in the constant children between this oldest 3 and whoever has come after which makes me sad for her and the shit life she has, but anyway, am I right in thinking Moses is the oldest because we said ST is 2 years older than Ali, I feel like we wrote that down when we were jali planning, and thus 14ish to his 15 (and Johnny’s 16 when gen 2)? so tell her that too]

Rio: [returning that look with a knowing one because you know what he wants from you honey ‘like my dad’ because if you wanna discuss virile, who is keeping count of the offspring of this boy, not even shit nan I fear, we would try our best but there comes a point when it becomes demoralising, hence the slight sigh we do before replying (because yes I think he’s the oldest we’ve said) ‘could’ve guessed, you seem like the oldest’]

Moses: [‘difference is, his are born of the same one woman he’s hitched to’ cos full shade to Caleb even though he isn’t saying it shadily, just pointing out that’s the ONLY difference really otherwise it’s p similar, doing his own sigh because you and Ronan have rather let the side down with a kid each and neither of you married and credit for your sister’s goes to Johnny not her so you don’t wanna give him any ‘eldest of all my daddy’s sons and daughters’ because Johnny is the oldest boy (and even older than you which pisses you off no end) but he does have older sisters, 2 of the 4 I think we said, so a point scored for you there, if only to you and your pride]

Rio: [making a noise like yeah, just that slight difference because yeah, a lot easier to just impregnate any poor unfortunate woman you find out and about, Caleb ‘no one does it anymore’ vague but meaning sticking together, having one baby daddy/mama etc ‘be why you’re the spit of him’ like put all his DNA into Moses casually, which is definitely the energy you’re telling us and we’ve heard around too]

Moses: [‘told you you’re of the wrong culture’ because she fits in with the gypsy ways and he said it earlier ‘let me fix it for you’ phrasing it like that because she phrased it like that during the hookup and we all remember, no subtlety once again just full cards on the table as far as being extra and unhinged]

Rio: [raising your brows at him like oh really because many hurdles in the way of this plan and we are all aware of that but ‘you want to’ because even if it’s entirely unfeasible we think it’s romantic af that he at least means it and we can tell]

Moses: [when the child in the situation is more mature than the adult yet again, oh sir ‘how many babies do you want?’ as if that’s a perfectly casual and normal thing to ask]

Rio: [doing a laugh like you’ll have to give me chance to think about that ‘I bet I could guess how many you want’ grinning at him like that’s dead obvious]

Moses: [doing his own lol at that like yeah okay busted you’ve got me there, mainly in the moment because he’s thinking about how fun trying to make more children than his dad would be, TURNING her back to the mirror so she can look at y’all again ‘think how they’d look’ because he is]

Rio: [biting your lip as you THINK about it, the 🥺 is real ‘too cute for their own good’ because you can’t bear thinking about these imagined potential babies, nor the idea of making so many with him]

Moses: [MOVING her hair out of the way with !! and resting his head on her shoulder as he looks over it into the mirror from where he’s slightly behind her on the bed after turning her around, LOOKING at as much of her body as he can see before he drapes as much of his over hers as possible for that contrasting skin tone realness that’s giving an escalation of their hand comparison antics and all that nonsense, letting her feel how turned on thinking about this has him ‘nothing but good would come of it’ not just for these kids and their pretty privilege but the whole shebang]

Rio: [your eyes darting between both of y’alls faces like you can meld them in your mind and perfectly imagine what these children would look like, holding his head to yours tightly but softly stroking his ear as you do, very !! about it, letting the towel I’m sure was barely hanging on fully fall away now so he’s the only thing covering you, your lips parting but only the faintest NOISE escaping because you’re too !! to speak frankly, feeling him by rubbing your booty back in circles ‘you wanna make sure I already am so bad’ like that’s the worst kept secret you’ve just discovered]

Moses: [WATCHING her eyes because you know what she’s trying to do and you’re into it ofc, stroking her lips as they part with the same energy she was stroking his ear with and at the same time as a NOISE escapes your own at how she’s moving, quietly but in a very !! way ‘you’re not leaving this room ‘til you are’ as he removes his own towel because he’d probably kept that p well in place up to now since he wasn’t moving much previously]

Rio: [sucking his fingers into your mouth, just a tiny bit, kissing his fingertips like you’re just being sweet and not DYING at the thought of him keeping you here until you’re pregnant ‘you’ll know when I am’ because Alison was when you got with her and then y’all has Edie in quick succession so you are not unfamiliar]

Moses: [0 hesitation in initiating a hookup from this position with y’all watching yourselves in the mirror, the slowest thrusts ever which are giving you never want her to leave so you’re gonna take forever but also the deepest because you wanna impregnate her rn immediately however contradictory, his hands alternating between her boobs and stomach like yeah I’ll KNOW]

Rio: [grunting and trying with great difficulty to stay still so he can go as slow and as deep as he wants to because you want to know exactly what he wants but it’s so hard to not immediately retaliate against him ‘you like it, what growing your baby will do to me’ sounding almost like an accusation but we’re not mad about it, we just KNOW]

Moses: [keeping her STILL with how he’s holding onto her stomach before she’s even moved because he knows how badly she wants to and it’s mutual but he’s not anywhere near done playing out these antics so can’t let her ‘you’ll never be who you was’ thrilled about this ‘because of me, how you look, act, it’ll all change’]

Rio: [‘that’s already true’ LOOKING at him like LOOK at me right now because what am I doing here with you, this is all because of you ‘you took my virginity’ just in case he forgot]

Moses: [LOOKING at her and maintaining that eye contact ‘and it’ll only get truer’ as he’s going deeper about it with a MOAN, reaching to rub her clit with his knuckles like he did earlier so show her that he hasn’t forgotten a thing]

Rio: [matching his MOAN, pressing your stomach against his hand harder as you fail to keep entirely still when he touches you ‘with every baby?’]

Moses: [NODDING and in so doing contorting them so that his mouth is on her nip again, synching those antics up to touching her harder while the thrusts stay almost torturously slow ‘you’ll be more and more mine’]

Rio: [‘you look so-’ being unable to finish that sentence as you are WATCHING him suck your nipple and fuck you so unbearably slow it’s like you can see every single detail of this scene in slo-mo now ‘does it kill you, that I’ve always been yours? We were inside my mammy at the same time’]

Moses: [‘you know what it does’ because literally, the effects can felt and seen as she speaks the words it’s that obvious he should frankly be ashamed but is he, no, just here being feral always ‘you made her look-’ likewise unable to finish the sentence because remembering how into pregnant Alison he was and what a time it was ‘growing you she was at her best’ drag but we sincerely mean it in this moment]

Rio: [‘you know now, I take after you’ because the lack of shame currently on display is wild from the pair of you, everything else, however, fully loud and proud rn ‘I made her a mammy and you’re going to make me one, yeah?’]

Moses: [‘twice’ said indecently because that’s the mood in these feral hours ‘you gave your sister to us, it was your fault I put her inside your mammy for not staying off her even after you were just born’ not you admitting Edie was conceived that quick because of your preggo and mummy Ali kinks and saying you’ll be as bad if not worse this time]

Rio: [‘our first baby’ turning your head back and trying desperately to kiss him from this position like it’ll stop you running your mouth because you’re getting more and more unhinged and you sound like you’re going to pass out from the pleasure not at all casually ‘keep me pregnant, I don’t want to ever not be, I’ll only share you with our children’]

Moses: [do kiss her however you need to manoeuvre to do so, no fucks given if it means y’all fall onto this bed into a different position entirely it has to be done, in fact I do need y’all to change it up because I request she’s on all fours so he can say ‘you came out of her like this’ because that’s completely unhinged behaviour to mention Alison’s birthing positions and we love to see it, is it even true, was he even there, we don’t know and y’all don’t care rn because she can’t factcheck in the moment there’s only being extra af in this hookup]

Rio: [driving your face into these sheets as if that means he’ll not hear nor feel the effect hearing that has had on you, thanks for not just screaming like you’re being murdered into the night I suppose but we still KNOW, staying there until you truly need to breathe again and have to GASP in the air ‘how long did you wait?’ every word taking an age to say, long pauses to breathe and whimper and swear in between but you simply must ask]

Moses: [he loves it even more than if she’d screamed bloody murder we all know, too much fun is being had at poor Ali’s expense rn and I personally HATE it ‘forever’ it goes without saying how that is said, more moan than word, doing his own swearing in between then saying however many hours actually, defs slightly wrong as per his standard MO, but again, she can’t check this rn and isn’t about to hold it against him in this very moment even if it comes back to her later in hindsight and she’s like oh]

Rio: [falling forward at this point, bringing him with you so you’re fully pinned in this position and have nowhere to go because anything you could or would say about this can wait forever too as far as I’m concerned but we all know you are losing it under him in the least casual way of all time]

Moses: [me and my boo say ENOUGH haha, these heathens disagree though, they can’t get enough of this unhinged nonsense, thank god at least it’s mutual I suppose and he’s making the MOST ridiculous noise about this as if he’s winded when he’s nothing of the sort because imagine if it wasn’t, soz to this girl’s body once again for the absolutely punishing !! pace that has now been set fucking her until he also utterly loses it]

Rio: [I say oh you’re gonna feel all kinds of hurt in the AM miss, not to mention the confusion, good luck with that, right now you’re still completely in the moment and giving yourself over to him entirely ‘til you both die properly and fully, finally]

Moses: [having to do a shift at the pub, standing no less, after having been fucked senseless all night, your head included, could NEVER be me, roll off her as soon as you’re able please sir so she isn’t crushed to death too while you both try to recover, it’s the least you can do, he’ll be here spooning her because always the shift from !! to soft as if he’s so sorry for hurting her and going too far when he’s nothing of the sort]

Rio: [at least it’s believable that you will fall the fuck asleep now because you’ve not had any more drugs in a minute and y’all have been exhausted so pass out on this man so you don’t have to analyse anything you just said or did, thank you]

Moses: [mhmm likewise stfu and go to sleep sir even if you manage to stay awake slightly longer than her and are therefore lying there holding her and being intense, the AM will come for you too soon because your job be early starts like that and it couldn’t be more deserved]

Rio: [my boo says good luck with that you animal]

Moses: [I do, shall we post this bit and then we can decide where we wanna go next?]

Rio: [yeah baby]

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Pairing: James/Jason

TW: depression, hockey violence, drowning, alcoholism

When he turns up at practice, he finds Kirk and Lars already out on the rink, and he joins them, feeling a bit out of place.

Lars has got his helmet in his hand, his short hair tousled as he pats at James’ back.

Kirk flashes a grin at him, but his eyes are bloodshot and there’s a purpling mark across his cheekbone, and James frowns, swats at his shin with his stick.

“What’s up with your face?”

“Did you not see what happened at the last game?” Kirk replies, adjusting the strap under his chin.

James tries to think back to the night before when they’d faced the Sharks but his mind feels kind of frazzled and unclear.

“McGovney took him out,” Lars says, slowly sliding the puck between them. James wants to ask how he didn’t notice but knows it’s probably because he wasn’t paying attention. He never seems to know what’s going on these days.

“It hurt?” he asks, sniffing.

“Like a bitch,” Kirk says, teeth glinting.

“My poor baby,” Lars coos, pressing a kiss to Kirk’s lips.

“Guys,” James moans, hitting his stick against Kirk’s outstretched one. “That’s disgusting. Keep it off the ice.”

Lars kisses Kirk one last time before pulling a face, swiping the puck out from between them.

“Spoilsport,” he says before skating up the rink to join the others.

Kirk’s laugh sounds in James’ ears but James can’t help but realise just how much he wishes someone wanted him like that.

Practice goes by in a blur, and James really isn’t paying that much attention which just makes Bob yell at him all the more. Tells him he ought to start acting like a captain before he’s benched.

James knows it’s an empty threat, but it’s a threat nonetheless.

Afterwards, when he’s showered and dressed, Lars ushers him out of the lockers with a promise of grabbing a drink, only as soon as their in the parking lot, they’re stopped by a woman.

She’s in a dark black suit, a crisp skirt hugging her legs and a blouse with the first two buttons undone. Her hair is kept upright in a long pony, and she waves over at them with feigned excitement.

James looks around briefly, unsure if she’s actually looking at them, before she hurriedly walks over, a tape recorder and a notebook in her hand.

“James Hetfield?” she asks, holding her hand out.

Lars rolls his eyes, grabbing Kirk by the arm before yelling that they’ll meet him in the car, and suddenly James isn’t grateful for the silence.

He grabs the woman’s hand, shaking it softly.

“I’m Mary. From the local paper,” she says, her manicured nails letting go of his hand.

He clears his throat. He’s never been interviewed before, not by himself. He wonders if this is what it would’ve felt like if he’d made it to the big leagues.

“I just came to ask for your thoughts on Jason Newsted. I know you’re playing against him again within the coming week.”

James nods, rubbing at his arm, feeling a bit meek.

“So, what’s he like? Do you like playing against him?” she asks, holding the tape recorder up.

James clears his throat, eyes darting momentarily to the floor.

“Yeah, man. He’s got a good team.”

She nods. “And do you think you’re in with a chance of winning against them again?”

James laughs at that, shrugging. “I dunno. Depends how well I can get my team together.”

She smiles, teeth gleaming.

“What would you say about Jason’s tactics?”

“He’s a great fucking player and he brings a lot to the game. I mean, I can’t seem to get him outta my head.”

Shit. Open mouth. Insert foot.

He nearly slaps a hand over his mouth, but refrains, and Mary’s eyes widen, mouth open as she tries to come up with a reply.

James’ cheeks burn, and he waves a hand.

“Interview’s over,” he gruffs, before trudging away, only to find Lars and Kirk hadn’t gone too far, hadn’t waited in the car like they said they would at all. In fact they probably just heard everything he said.

Lars lifts an eyebrow at him, dragging Kirk by the hand as he follows James towards the car.

“So what are you now? A celebrity?”

James bites at his cheek, pulling on the car door handle.

“Shut it Lars,” he grumbles, and Lars just laughs, getting in the driver’s seat.

James gets in the passenger seat, which leaves Kirk to cramp in the back, pouting over his shotgun privileges being taken away.

James just drops his head into his hands and lets out a long sigh.

The bar is their usual joint, somewhere James knows too well, and Lars is quickly ushering them into a corner booth when James comes back from the bar with three shots.

“What’s this?” Kirk asks, eying the shot glasses James puts on the table.

“Just drink it,” James says, passing them out. Shots are his quickest way of getting drunk, and fuck knows he needs to get absolutely wasted to deal with anything that’s happened today.

They all down it in one, and Lars immediately hiccups, face pink.

“What the fuck is this? Sewer water?” he exclaims, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I think it’s actually burnt my throat,” Kirk coughs, a hand coming up to hold his throat. He’s turned a shade of deep scarlet, and James has to stomach the laugh he’s holding.

“Look, if you’re gonna off me, there’s gotta be better ways to do it. And besides, who’s gonna keep this one alive if I’m gone?” Lars says, gesturing to Kirk with his thumb.

“Hey, he’s killing me off too.”

“You guys are so dramatic,” James says, rolls his eyes. “It’s just whiskey.”

“I’ve not drank straight liquor since I was like, twenty six, dude. You’re the alcoholic, remember?” Lars says, nonchalant, like he’s not just stuck a knife in a fresh wound. Sure, James sees the bottom of the bottle more than he ought to, but he’s no alcoholic.

His dad was an alcoholic, back when he still lived with him, back before he took off. When he was younger he’d always find his dad passed out with a bottle in his hand, and he had vowed since he was sixteen that he’d never be like that. He’d never drown himself in alcohol just to get through the day.

And yet- . And yet the cold pressed glass of a whiskey bottle is familiar and comforting in his palm.

He grits his teeth, wishes he had another shot in front of him to wash away the sour taste in his mouth.

“Well, you’re the one who’s sniffing snow any chance he gets,” he says.

It’s a low blow, but he feels exposed, like his skin’s been peeled back, all gooey flesh and sinew and meat on full display, his heart beating pitifully, and everyone can see the dark mass that’s crawling its way up through his stomach, black tendrils that threaten to swallow him whole.

Lars’s eyes narrow, shifts so his elbows are on the table.

“I’ve been clean since ‘91 and you know that,” Lars says. “Besides, it’s this one we have to worry about when it comes to that shit.”

He nods at Kirk who turns a shade of white, feeling backed into a corner, much like how James is feeling, and what he did to Lars. It’s only fair if all three of them experience the consequences of each other’s actions.

“I’ve been clean six months, man,” Kirk says, crossing his arms. He doesn’t look happy in the slightest, especially when it’s Lars who brought it up.

James hasn’t seen many of their fights but he knows enough that it can turn ugly fast, and he’s not drunk enough for this.

“I know,” Lars says, softer now, moving to stroke a hand over Kirk’s jaw gently. “And I’m proud of you.”

Kirk’s face cracks, and he smiles, leans forwards to place a light kiss on his lips.

“Oh. My. God,” James whines, rubbing at his head. “Get a fucking room or I’ll blow my fucking brains out.”

“I thought that was what the shots were for?” Kirk snickers, pecking Lars’s lips one last time.

James groans, head falling into his hands.

Lars laughs, nudges him in the bicep.

“You take the fun out of everything, you know that?”

James tries not to take that personally, and quickly scoots out for more drinks.

He manages to get more shots and a beer each, balancing them in his hands as he brings them back to the table.

He quickly downs the shot before anyone can even speak, and he doesn’t have to look to see the disapproval on Lars’ face.

James quickly grabs his beer, lets the condensation wet his fingers as he looks around the bar.

It’s mostly empty, it usually is on a Wednesday night, but something in him wishes to see a certain familiar face, red jersey, grey eyes.

“So how are you getting on with Newsted?”

He’s snapped out of his head and he flicks his attention over to Lars.

“What makes you think I’m getting on with him?” he says, tries not to sound too defensive.

“Well I can tell you’re smitten with him,” Lars says, and Kirk nods.

James squints.

“What?”

“Well what else could ‘I just can’t seem to get him out of my head’ mean other than ‘I’m hopelessly head over heels in love with him’”

James feels like a deer in headlights, swallowing hard, glancing down at the beer in his hand.

“You heard that, huh?”

Lars just gives him a pointed look, and James rolls his eyes, suddenly wishing he’d gone home after practice.

“Fuck off. I’m beginning to wonder why I hang out with you.”

“You love me,” Lars says, smiling, slinging an arm around Kirk’s waist.

James sniffs, shrugs a little.

“Begrudgingly.”

Lars laughs, too loud, and James downs his beer in one.

— —

Sometimes, he’ll dream of fire and bubbling skin, standing in the middle of the ice rink, flames licking up the sides of his body.

The ice does nothing to quell the fire’s thirst, and it’ll continue its warpath, tearing up his arms and his chest. No amount of water can save him then.

This night’s one of those nights.

The ice is slippery under his feet as he tries to stumble away from the flames, landing abruptly, kneecaps cracking under the force.

He’s not alone.

He whimpers, turns his head upwards, sees familiar short, wavy hair, handsome jaw, aching eyes.

Jason’s not in his hockey gear either, but he’s standing too far away to help. His face is contorted downwards in a visual display of sorrow, like he doesn’t want to be here.

“Please,” James moans, the fire clawing its way up his back, singeing his bones, his skin liquifying and smattering to the floor.

Jason looks back at him, steps away.

You drowned, he says, and you will always drown.

James doesn’t have time to dwell on it before he’s being plunged between cracked ice, water engulfing him wholly.

Then he wakes up.

— —

Lars tells him it’s okay to feel whatever he’s feeling. That it’s okay to push your way through shit. That it’s okay to cry yourself to sleep at night.

Which is pathetic, coming from a man who’s never had to drink himself unconscious just to live with himself.

James can see it in his eyes, in the way he focuses on the puck on the ice, fiery and determined, not an ounce of doubt.

Lars sure as shit doesn’t have it playing a rerun in the back of his mind; doesn’t have it stapled into his memory like it’s been faxed over every goddamn minute; the headline reads: Hetfield, broken or giving up?

Giving up sounds about right, he doesn’t want to think he’s some vase that’s been pasted back together with super glue and air drying in the Californian heat.

But giving up doesn’t quite serve justice to what he’s doing right now. He’s not cynical, or suicidal, even when hands around his throat sound more welcoming than a helmet clipped around his chin.

It’s the same reason he strays, shoves straight into Trujillo at the next home game, smashes him straight into the plastic barricade. Maybe he’s too sensitive, but the silence in his head twists into a sporadic buzz as his heart pulses behind his eyes.

“Fuck you,” Trujillo grunts, shoves him right back.

Nothing.

He feels empty, like his intestines have been roped out behind him in a tightrope, one he knows he’ll fall from, as he’s done so many times before.

He sends a punch into Trujillo’s head and gets one right back, the both of them fighting in tandem until the ref pulls him away.

“Maybe you’re just too sensitive,” Lars will say after, socking him around the shoulder, right into a bruise.

And maybe he is. Or maybe Lars is just naive.

#metallica fanfiction #james/jason #james hetfield x jason newsted #james hetfield/jason newsted #metallica fic

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