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TAPE 009 ᯓ★

"Why come here? You're not seeking comfort you're seeking loyalty."

in which BSF!Rafe comes to varsityboy!kook!reader's penthouse in Boston after Morocco's incidents, and a certain other one.

warning : 18+ , smut is involved (anal) , holocaust and nazi mentions (reader is doing a history paper) , spoilers from OBX S4 ahead , if you haven't finished it DO NOT read ahead.

BSF!Rafe and VARSITYBOY!KOOK!reader

Late nights in Boston, Massachusetts never got old when nightlife looked right back at you, sat snug in your bed with your Macbook air in your criss-crossed lap, brow furrowed with concentration while you typed up something for your history lecture, a paper about the Holocaust which you'd chosen as a topic.

But now as you sat here, nail between one of your canines lost in research, you'd seriously wish you could've chosen Dunkirk; Goddamn, Dunkirk would've been so much easier, or maybe even the JFK assasination.

University was always something that kept you busy, and even thought you were dedicated to Varsity football, especially being captain-

You still had to study, and get good grades; you were at Harvard for a reason. Thank God you hadn't chosen MIT.

The low light from your Macbook highlighted your features, a loose black tee and blue and black plaid pajama pants fitted your body, comfortable attire for a simple night to yourself; maybe you'd go and dine out for tonight.

It was only around 10PM, though if you wanted to be specific, the digital alarm clock next your bed glared *10:12PM* in bright red.

Your fingers were just about to type in evidence for a photo of segregation, before you heard the pitched, slow hum of your doorbell ring throughout your penthouse.

The sound made you stop your typing, eyes flicking to the closed door of your big, cozy room. You'd like to assume you misheard and maybe, reading about all this Holocaust stuff was getting to you, but when you heard it again you had to raise an eyebrow.

You made sure your work had been saved on Microsoft word before you set the Macbook down and got up, opening the black sleek fibreglass door and walking down the hall of your humble and modern abode, white hues blending nicely with smoke grey and black.

Most of the lights were off besides the warm white dim of the stove light, brightening your place with the city from the floor to ceiling glass windows in the living space. You made it to the front door, glancing to the small screen attached to the door, the one that showed you your cameras.

Your eyes squinted when you saw a face that you hadn't seen in a while; Rafe, Rafe Cameron. Your childhood bestfriend.

You stared for a bit, noticing the dirty white knitted sweater and tight black jeans. Before you could really check if it really was him, your hand was already unlocking the door and turning the black lever handle.

It opened, and you were met face to face with the man himself. Your eyebrows raised, eyes resting, "Rafe?" You questioned, more for your own consciousness before rubbing a hand to the back of your neck, "dude..uh, hey. This is a surprise." you spoke, and Rafe's eyes fully locked with yours.

Rafe's lips parted in a slow exhale, and he nodded in greeting, "Hey..sorry for uh, coming so- so randomly, it was jus'..I had to see you." He murmured, and you leaned against the doorway for a minute, arms crossing against your chest in a way that made your biceps flex a bit, "Oh..deadass?" Your expression changed into one of skepticism, "It's, well I mean- I'm glad really it's just," you scratched the back of your head, "How'd you..even get here?" You questioned.

You saw the way Rafe's brow twitched, that thing he did unknowingly when he was caught off guard or really confused; you weren't sure which one it was this time.

"I uh..I boated, here." Rafe answered flatly, and your eyes opened wide, "You boated here?" You repeated, "You- you boated from North Carolina to, to Bosto-"

"Well, no..it was, Morocco, to here..I just, drove back here from Kildare actually," Rafe interrupted, and you stood up straight, "Shit- what? Morocco?" You asked, incredulous, "You mean the country all the way in North Africa?" You couldn't believe your ears.

Rafe stared, eyes looking away before his lip did a little pout, and he shrugged, "Well, yeah do you know any other Morocco?"

Your face turned into one of mild annoyance and your nose scrunched, "Any other Moro- no, I don't. Just- Jesus Christ, get inside." You muttered, moving out the way for Rafe to step inside, to which he did quickly, already beginning to pull his shoes off.

You watched him from the corner of your eye while you closed and locked your front door, making sure it was good before turning around, "K I'm gonna ignore, that you just told me like some dumb, Indiana Jones shit and just, ask if you want like a drink- do you want a drink, Rafe Cameron?" You asked, an eyebrow raised.

Rafe knew you were going to think if he was even more insane if he told you everything while drunk, so he shook his head, "No, no I don't want a drink, I want to talk. I really, really need to talk to you, man." He stated, his voice almost shaky with the effort.

You stared, taking in the sense of urgency there seemed to be in Rafe while thinking about your Holocaust paper; you still had to write in about Hitler and his affects, aswell as the stages of genocide. With an exhale through your nose, you nodded, "Ooo-kay, that's a first," you shrugged your shoulders, "gonna bring a bottle anyway. Wanna talk outside? You know, on the balcony?" You questioned, and Rafe seemed to hesitate before nodding a bit quick, "Yeah, yeah the- the balcony sounds good."

Walking over to your display of alcohol, you hummed in consideration; Glenfiddich, you had that the other day so no. Jameson? Nah, wasn't the mood, and Jack Daniel's just..it wasn't that night either.

But then, your eyes landed on an untouched bottle; an alcohol you'd left sitting for a bit.

"Want Hennessy?" You questioned, and Rafe glanced up, "I don't want a dr-"

"That wasn't the question. I know you Rafe, and you know me. Do you want Hennessy?" The tone of your voice told Rafe he couldn't argue, and the buzzed brunette knew that he probably would want a drink mid-talk. So, he sighed, "..Yeah, Hennessy." He muttered.

And so, the two of you went out to the balcony of your penthouse, though you guys eventually decided it'd be better to go to the roof; with your parents also helping to back your funds up during your University time, you had a sweet spot in the condo building; that included a pool at the very top, lit up a little.

You and Rafe sat on one of the soft couches, a glass table in the middle of the curving C. You placed the Hennessy there, two crystal glasses before you leaned back, "So, what brings you to my humble abode, dude?" You asked, and Rafe scratched his head, "..Need to get shit off my chest, and I just, you know..haven't seen you in some months, I was beginning to miss how annoying you were-" Rafe coughed between his sentence when you smacked his chest, a laugh escaping him, "okay okay, fine..you're not that annoying, but..s'been borin' without you."

You nodded, a tilt in your head with a shrug, "Yeah well I'm very missable, but uh..what do you need to get off your chest exactly?" You questioned, and that's when Rafe kind of tensed.

It didn't go unnoticed by you, and your brow creased, "Yo, what's wrong? Did something happen?" You asked, subtle concern starting to appear. Rafe was leaned forward, hands clasped together with his elbows over his knees before he slowly shook his head, a shaky exhale.

Only now did you really realize that you hadn't even questioned Rafe's face; it seemed to have very faint scars from overexposure to the sun.

Rafe after a while, spoke, "You know those uh..the Genrettes?" He asked, and again you didn't know why this was the topic, but you rolled with it, "Yeah, my Mom was Wes Genrette's lawyer, he was a nice guy..bit strange though but I don't remember much," you answered, "why?"

You could sense Rafe had bad news; shit, when didn't Rafe have trouble hoarding to him?

"Uh..he, he died," Rafe started and you snorted, "K, I know that, you really came all this way to-"

"Chandler Groff, he was apart of this, this deal I signed with Hollis, that.." He trailed off, and you squinted, "Hollis? Like that chick who was married to Mr. Robinson? The realtor and cougar of Kildare?" You asked just to affirm, and Rafe nodded, "Yeah, yeah I did a, a wire transfer with her..said she was going to develop Goat Island."

You nodded, listening before Rafe continued, "But, the guy she was also doing this thing with her, her partner. That was Chandler Groff and he..he convinced her, that Goat Island was in his control, that after Wes Genrette died, she'd get the Island." He spoke.

A loud psh left you at that, leaning over to pop open the Hennessy bottle, the conversation already making you want to drink to death, "That's bullshit, the uh..State said it would be a Nature conserve or some shit like that, my mom mentioned it," you spoke, pouring a glass for yourself before glancing at Rafe, who nodded for you to pour him one too, which you did.

You set the bottle down, bringing the glass to your lips, a subtle smell of the alcohol before you took a slow sip. The Hennessy hit nice, flavourable but strong. You laid back, "said Wes Genrette didn't have it in his will." You finished.

Rafe sighed, "Yeah, but s'not the shit here. He, he killed Hollis. He shot her, stole the 400 grand I'd given through the wire transfer, and then he, he somehow framed those, those Pogues. Y'know Luke Maybank's kid, JJ." Rafe asked, and you rolled your eyes, "God, yes Rafe I know who JJ fucking Maybank is, you're acting like just cause I live in Boston now and study in Harvard I don't fucking know what happens in Kilda-"

"He's..he's dead, man." Rafe suddenly said, a subtle break in his voice.

You paused at that, brows drawing down with your eyes narrowing softly.

"..What?" The word left your mouth softly, and Rafe had his hand to his mouth, silent, "He..Chandler Groff, s'..he was his actual Dad, 'n he..he stabbed him. We, we went to Morocco for some, some artifact this- this crown. Led us all to there, I helped the, the Pogues. John B and his..his crew and.." Rafe didn't continue, expecting you to finish his thought to which you did, "..And Sarah." You added, your voice a bit more serious than before.

Rafe nodded, "There was another group after it. They had..AKs, and guns and- this crew..I, I made up with Sarah- finally and I just- one minute I was making up with the Pogues, only a 30 minute time frame or- or some bullshit and then, I come back and there's, there's Kiara and all of them staring at a guy who'd been hollering like a duck," He ran a hand over his head, "It's..and I, I had to dig the burial, I had to help," Rafe's breath shook, "bury him."

You could only watch in silent pity as Rafe just poured all this out in a river of emotion. Maybe you didn't know what happened around Kildare as well as you thought.

"Didn't..didn't John B of them have that place after they found El Dorado, that- Poguelandia or something like that, what.." You waited for Rafe to respond, and he did, "Court..court put a zoning notice, and they lost the case because, Luke..Luke Maybank he did some- some shit and screwed them over." He informed, and really if this was another other situation you'd be laughing in amusement from all the chaos.

But, death? One of the Pogues, dying? It was unheard of, especially at an age as young as 20.

You stared, "But..you, are you okay?" You asked, a low murmur. You'd noticed the scar in Rafe's hand a while ago, but you hadn't commented on it. Rafe stared into the abyss, silence in the air before speaking more shakely.

"..I wasn't gonna do that wire transfer, I knew the Goat Island thing was full of shit, but..but Sofia she, she told me that maybe it was legit, that I should do it 'n, 'n she's my girlfriend I trusted her so I did it," Rafe started before you noticed the way his lip seemed to quiver, "..When, when I found Groff in Morocco after he ran off, he tried to kill me but, just before, just before, he told me. 'told me that, that Sofia had been paid to get me to sign the deal, to convince me and I-"

You sat up a bit, seeing the way Rafe's lashes fluttered. You'd seen this before, this little deatil; you had it carved into your memory from times you and Rafe were younger, when he was trying not to cry.

You could never forget that look because it always made your heart crack just a little, "Rafe.." You started lowly, shuffling a bit closer to him as Rafe covered his mouth with his hand, the subtle shine in his eyes told you all you need to know, "She- shit, how could she do that t'me, I loved her, 'gave her everything and she fuckin', she stabbed me in the back." He hoarsed out, and you felt bad for him.

Growing up with Rafe, you'd seen all kinds of people fuck him over. Out of all of them, you were the only one who truly stayed; the one who saw him as Rafe, not Rafe Cameron.

Because, there was always a difference between Rafe and Rafe Cameron. You wrapped your free arm around Rafe's shoulder, rubbing it, "Some people don't deserve you. Always the ones you least expect. I'm sorry. You two, you're..?" You murmured in hopes of Rafe filling the spot in, and he shakily sighed, "Yeah, no we're done. I told her to get outta my house. I, I gave her my mother's ring 'n.."

That's when, Rafe's eyes filled with tears and he brought the edges of his palms to his face, trying to stop the tears that started to escape. You panicked internally, setting your glass of Hennessy down before wrapping your arm around Rafe tighter, the other grasping his chin.

"Hey, hey Rafe," You called to him, hoping to get through to his head, "look at me, come on." You urged, tugging his chin carefully as you heard those dragged in sniffles; it hurt you deep when you saw the familiar line of wet tears drag down his sharp features.

You held him tighter, "Rafe, seriously look at me. I know you loved her but if she was gonna stab you in the back like that, then her love didn't run as deep as yours did. I'm sorry," You spoke firmly, not wanting to use tough love but with someone like Rafe, you had to use all kinds of coaxing methods.

Rafe shuddered out, shaking his head, "You don't understand, I thought she was the one, 'did everythin' for her," His voice cracked, "Why does everyone want to screw me over?" His voice almost sounded whiney, so unsure and it was slowly killing you to see your bestfriend like this.

You rubbed his back, "I know, I know it's been tough for you and it has been for most of your life, but believe me not everybody wants to. I mean, you made up with Sarah for fuck's sake Rafe, that's amazing. You redeemed yourself in someone's eyes, didn't you? In hers, and definitely mine." You reassured him, trying to be gentle without coming out as a soft hearted pussy.

Rafe seemed to only break more, but you could tell he was somewhat beginning to get over it in his mind; until, a sentence Rafe said made your bones shake.

"Shit, why can't everyone be like you? Why couldn't she have been like you?" Rafe murmured, his voice cracking.

Your movements slowed a bit at that, trying to process the words. Why couldn't she have been like you?

It made your heart thump wildly.

You stared at Rafe, still rubbing his back in a comforting manner as you thought of what to do. Your eyes moved to look at your pool, before your eyes moved to you and Rafe's glasses of unfinished Hennessy.

"..Forget about her," you murmured, and Rafe still sniffled, "Huh?" He asked, all broken. Your eyes flicked to him, "I said forget about her. You need to forget about her, and everything else." You sat up, your hand coming off Rafe's chin to grab your glass.

You gazed over Rafe, "Pick up your glass, that bottle's like 300 fuckin' dollars." You muttered, eyeing the Hennessy XO.

Rafe had to take a moment, before somewhat composing himself and sitting up to reach over and grab his glass. You gazed at him, raising your glass towards, "Cheers?" You offered, and Rafe was silent, his lips still slightly shaky before he clinked his glass with yours, "Cheers."

Before you could say anything, Rafe tipped his head back and chugged the glass, your eyes widening, "Woah, woah relax." You laughed in slight disbelief and nervousness. Rafe's eyes narrowed a bit wearily after the drink, feeling a rush he'd so badly needed.

It flowed nice in his system, and he turned to look at you.

"You told me to forget about it, s'how I fucking forget about it."

With that sentence, it settled a foundation for you both; glass after glass, Hennessy just kept pouring. Atleast half the bottle was done by the time you and Rafe had decided to pour your last glasses, the two of you all free and giggly.

All drunk. Everything but sober.

You were laughing at something absurd Rafe said, wiping your eyes which were slightly red, "Oh fuck! Seriously? Yo, is she actually a bitch? I heard baaad shit about her!" You practically barked; the two of you were currently spewing shit about Ruthie, Topper's girlfriend.

Rafe scoffed, a laugh leaving him also, "She's the most annoying hoe I've ever met. Always startin' shit just cause she's a Kook. Nobody fuckin' likes her back at Figure Eight." He snorted.

You snickered at that, your mind foggy with ideas that weren't smart. You were gazing, and then you stared at the pool. You giggled, "Rafe, wanna take a swim?" You asked, and Rafe looked at you, "Bro, that's the best thing you've said this entire night." He said, patting your back which elicited a oof from you.

With that, the two of you took your glasses and stumbled haphazardly to your pool (a miracle neither of you fell), quickly stripping down to just boxers, though as you were about to dip your feet in, Rafe spoke.

"Yo, we should skinny dip," He suggested, and you looked at him, a cheeky drunk smile, "skinny dip? What are you, horny?" You poked at him, and Rafe rolled his eyes, "Oh my God, s'not that deep. Come on, it'll be fun." He said, voice slightly slurring in a way you for some reason shivered at.

It sounded like honey in your ears.

You hummed dramatically, "Y'know what? Hell yeah, let's do it!" You decided excitedly, causing Rafe to grin wildly before the two of you slipped your boxers off, and slipped into the waters.

It was thankfully warm because of the hot night air, and you leaned by the edge of the pool, basking in the waters. Rafe had dipped in and was now swimming to you, a snicker, "Been so long since we swam together," he said, and you nodded, "yeah, been busy as shit with Uni..Harvard's riding my dick with all the shit I keep having to do," you groaned, and Rafe barked out a laugh.

"Jus' say you're lazy, pussy." He mocked, and you shoved him by the chest playfully, "Oh fuck you!" You snarked playfully.

Rafe chuckled at that, swimming right back to you; you two didn't seem to take in how close you both were, it seemed so natural to you both when drunk.

"Mm..sorry, shoulda visited you sooner, but..Kook bullshit, everyone's talking crap," Rafe's voice cracked, and you sighed loudly, arms resting on Rafe's shoulders, "Yeah and-" you paused momentarily, feeling hands come to your waist.

You glanced at Rafe skeptically, and Rafe stared, "..What? Habit, with uh, you know.." he murmured, a half assed excuse.

Good thing you were drunk, because you shrugged it off and believed it, "k..but yeah. They can't fucking talk. You're Rafe, what is that cheesy ass ehh..title? King of Kooks? Tha's you..not them," you jabbed a finger into his chest with one hand, "Don' forget it..heh.." A drunken guffaw left, a little silly but you could do silly with Rafe; could do anything.

The two of you were drunken, smiling at eachother in this silence, a silence that slowly began to grow tense with this sensation.

Rafe's brow twitched, his lips parting and before you knew it; lips pressed onto yours. It happened so fast, you couldn't even act surprised. Instead, you melted right into his lips, hands on his shoulders moving to wrap around his neck instead.

People, always had talked about you and Rafe; ever since highschool.

Those two don't know it yet, but everybody else does.

You hadn't known then, but growing older you understood; couldn't confront though, even if you'd so desperately wanted to kiss Rafe's lips dumb, or even fuck him till he tapped out.

So God, when you'd heard his voice tremble as he poured out what Sofia had done to him, and how bad it had hurt, a sadistic sense of glee had washed over anyway.

To hell with Sofia.

Messy making out had both your hands roaming, Rafe's hands on your waist now coming to massage your hips, "Fuck, don' know why I didn't come to see you, I really don't.." he panted right into your mouth, his hands groping your ass so suddenly you gasped, "Rafe-"

"Because you're just so fucking hot, s'drivin' me insane. Always wanted to know how your back would looked arched like a little pussycat." He muttered in a low tone, one that had your skin crawling in a delicious way.

You knew even in your drunken haze, that this would change everything and shit, feeling Rafe's cock press against your thigh so needily was already changing everything.

But then again.

You wouldn't pass this chance up for the world. Alcohol had always messed with your hypothalamus terribly.

"Yeah? Then c'mon 'n find out," You breathed against Rafe's lips, and a breathless laugh left Rafe, "Shit, you're so goddamn.." He couldn't even finish, before nodding frantically, "Yeah, yeah m'gonna find out..gonna find 'n then fuck you against this shit so hard."

The foreign feeling of butterflies inflated your stomach, before you felt your legs being spread by one of Rafe's hands, the other holding the edge of the pool.

"Can I even fit in your ass?" Rafe murmured, slurring a little before shrugging, "whatever..wanna fuck you raw anyway," he said, "too fuckin' sexy to be fucked like anything but."

You brought a hand almost instinctively to hold the leg Rafe was holding up, feeling Rafe's hand slip from there and before a smart comment left you, you felt the press of Rafe's tip against your ass, "Shi-hit, you're throbbing." You laughed in surprise, breathless as Rafe grinned proudly.

"Yeah, you feel it? S'what you fucking do to me," He muttered right into the corner of your mouth, kissing and nipping your jaw before he nudged at your entrance, "Shit's gonna burn, y'know that right?"

You rolled your eyes dramatically, "I'm not stupid, just put the tip in already," you snarked, and Rafe was next to roll his eyes, "K, Jesus."

Soon enough, after some nudges you felt Rafe slowly pushing his tip into you, a shaky gasp leaving as your free hand braced the edge of the pool, "Oh fuck, that hurts," you immediately said, and Rafe grimaced, "I'll pull out if I-"

"No, no don't. I'm not glass, just keep going," You said, subtle slurring and though Rafe was a bit concerned, he shook it away, slowly bullying his way past your walls with his cock, at some times the air even being knocked out of you. You'd never been stretched so fucking good in your entire life.

"Shiiiit," Your eyes rolled back momentarily, eyes scrunching while you took a deep breath in and out, "Oh my- oh my God!" Your voice cracked loudly when you felt your back arch, an electric wave going through you at the feeling of Rafe touching a specific angle for only a second, "What the fuck was that?" You shivered at the ghost of the feeling.

Rafe panted, muscles straining a little from the subtle effort as with one final push, he bottomed out entirely in you which caused a loud groan to leave his lips, "Holy shit, y'so goddamn tight," he shuddered himself, taking a moment before he dragged out, and pushed right back to you, eyes flicking to take in your reaction, which to his great satisfaction contorted into pure pain-pleasure.

"Oh," You heaved before gasping slightly, back arching, "Feels insane."

"Yeah, well it always does the first time around. Can't believe m'fuckin' a virgin as good as you," He basically growled out, before he set a slow pace, more of a way to get you to loosen up.

Easy moans slipped out from the new sensations. You'd never experienced sex, hadn't had an interest in it despite being a Kook who could have any girl or guy you wanted.

But feeling it now, how could you have missed out on such a thing? Maybe it was Rafe that made you feel that way but it was the best way.

Slowly, Rafe was beginning to pick the pace up, his cock forcing it's way past your barriers as he groaned, the hand that wasn't holding the edge moving to wrap around your throat.

"Shit, squeezin' my dick like a greedy bitch," Rafe scoffed, almost enamored with how you felt around his cock. The pace was picking up gradually, and soon enough Rafe was thrusting at a speed that had you seeing galaxies, "Shit, shit, shit." Rafe repeated, panting as the water sloshed around the two of you.

Moans left your mouth in little blockades, but it was starting to become a symphony with how good Rafe made you feel, "Shit, come on faster," you urged, and Rafe obliged instantaneously, hips slamming faster and faster before he switched up the angle, thrusting up just to hear you whine out uncharacteristically and arch your back like some cat.

"Holy shit, Rafe!" You yelped out, a pathetic whimper you'd never heard from your throat leaving you as Rafe punched up right against your prostate, your body squirming as Rafe laughed in satisfaction, "Gotcha."

Rafe only continued his merciless onslaught, hitting your prostate dead on with every force of his hips, causing you to moan loudly and cry out in bliss, "Rafe, you're gonna bruise me, holy fuck!" You gasped out, back arching so right as Rafe sniffled, nose scrunching as he continued to fuck into you with abandon.

"Good, need you t'fuckin' remember this for the rest of your goddamn life. Screaming f'me." He muttered right against your ear, before he smashed his lips with yours, your moans and whines drowning against his tongue.

The water splashed a bit into the long forgotten glasses of Hennessy by the pool edge, the pleasure was making your mind go blank, dumb with it as you felt that familiar ache tightening, "Rafe, Rafe I'm gonna come," you breathed out, feeling Rafe's thrusts getting rocky; he was close to blowing too.

"Shit..me too, 'gonna come in you," He muttered, before the hand holding your throat reached down to grab your aching cock, pumping in time with his messy thrusts, "come over my hand, c'mon c'mon."

With forced out sounds, you were coming with white streaks and the soul being sucked out of you, the orgasm hitting so hard you swore colours just flashed.

With a close to scream moan of ecstasy, you were whining from the overstimulation to your throbbing dick as Rafe thumbed over it, "Oh m'God, Rafe Rafe stop! Stop!!" You whimpered, though you'd never want this to end.

But, Rafe didn't know that. In his drunken haze he still understood no, and took his hand off you, a groan leaving as he soon thrusted to the hilt, coming deep into you with a sigh. "Shiit..feel so good, 'n for what." He rasped, both of you breathing heavily.

Your eyes were heavy, almost close to closing as you laid your head back. You hadn't felt an orgasm that fierce before, never in your entire life. Rafe was silent, just the mix of both your breaths and the chlorine around you to giving little help to ease the tension.

After a while Rafe spoke, "..Can I sleep over?" He muttered.

If you had been sober, you probably would've folded him just like you did with the guys during football practice for your varsity games.

But you weren't, so with a tired grumble you spoke, "Yeah..got some pajamas in my closet for you."

Rafe hummed, exhaustion teasing at him, "Sorry, took your first.." He mumbled against your cheek, and you scoffed, "Sure you are."

It was silent between the two of you again, before Rafe slowly pulled out, a grunt leaving you at the empty feeling now residing in you. You two gazed at eachother, almost oddly for a while before Rafe spoke.

"So, we're sharin' a bed?" He asked, and this time you did glare, "Jesus fucking Christ, you fuck me in my pool and ask if we're sharing a bed? What do you think you dumb fuck?" You snapped, and Rafe groaned, "Jeez, okay! I get it. You're still as bitchy as ever man, how did I even become best friends with you?" He asked before you spoke in rebuttal.

"Are we still bestfriends after this, after you just put your dick in me?" You raised an eyebrow, and Rafe grumbled in drunk annoyance, "You loved it. You know what- bed, let's just go to bed." He finalized, and your eye twitched a little, before sighing heavily.

"Fine. We'll..hm, sober up 'n go sleep." You murmured.

Somehow, you two showered and managed to sober up at least half way, before going into pajamas and sleeping in a tangle of legs and limbs.

Like you two were two teenagers having a sleepover after gaming all night.

Not like two best friends who'd just fucked.

Well, that'd be a great hangover topic for tomorrow.

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note : Hey. It's me again. I don't know why I did this, I never do but mainly it's because I deadass was missin' the city, 'n I thought of the pool I had and this just flowed out my brain..and uh, I watched OBX 4 'n finished it today. What the fuck, what the actual fuck was that ending, I might've gone senile watching all of that. Anyways, I know JJ dying and the emotion isn't grandly displayed, but it's Rafe; he wasn't as close to JJ, barely like he was on good terms with him for 20 minutes before JJ died, so I portrayed him getting obviously more emotional about Sofia and making up with Sarah. Honestly Sofia deserved it, I don't know why she though selling her boyfriend out cause of what he said was a good idea instead of confronting him especially knowing, people have crossed him all his life LMFAOOO. Anyways, hope this read well. I might make new personalities OR a new shot (hopefully not smut because I need to cleanse or some bullshit), maybe right after I write this note or tomorrow; depends. Hope you guys like this. Thank ya kindly!

also, not proofread because when is it ever.

[angstintensifer]

Darius & Kenji’s friendship and Brotherhood over the years, an analysis.

Kenji and Darius have one of best dynamics of the entire Jurassic franchise, their brotherhood is heart-warming, sweet, funny and sometimes painful to watch in the tv shows they're featured in. Today I will be breaking down their story of going from strangers to brothers.

Season one of jwcc: In s1 of jwcc, they start on rough patch, being polar opposites who don't get along much. Kenji catches Darius sneaking out one night and follows him, chaos ensues, they go to the raptor pen with Brooklynn and almost get attacked. They end up trouble. Darius first hears of Kenji's not so great father and takes the fall for Kenji.

They get a shared punishment, which only leads to more sneaking off and the first time Kenji saves Darius's life and the two find common ground to become friends.

For the rest of the season Kenji stops calling Darius "Kid" and sees him as a real friend, he follows Darius's lead and sometimes finds time to tease him.

At the end of the season, Kenji encourages Darius that he is a good leader and that they will stick together to survive.

Season two of jwcc

Season two follows the campers surviving and living alone on the island, Darius remains as leader and the friendship between them all grows.

Kenji continues to tease and have fun with Darius despite their situation, it may seem childish on the outside but Darius knows its Kenji's way of showing he cares by trying to cheer his friends up.

When Darius and Kenji go alone to fix the water problem in ep3 they discover the watering hole, Kenji sees the majesty in the dinosaurs Darius always sees and Darius starts his field journal.

Kenji doesn't get dinos the way Darius does but when he sees how much Darius talks about them, he encourages Darius to write his own book about them. Because he believes in him.

The rest of the season, Darius and Kenji are pretty split up due to the plot but have some moments in between, their friendship is strong at this point.

Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous hidden adventure takes place between s2 and s3 of jwcc and there are some great moments between Darius and Kenji

During the roller coaster ride, the Tarbo finds the campers and Darius realizes he still has the scent of her nest on him.

There’s a choice between abandoning the coaster to climb away or stay to jump out and wash off the smell.

If you choose for Darius to stay, Kenji will too and declares to not let Darius do it alone.

Season three of jwcc

The campers have been stranded a very long time and when trying to find a way out, they find a boat. Captain Kenji is born and so is the prank war between Kenji, Darius and Brooklynn. It's a sweet side plot in the beginning episodes that makes Darius and Kenji more like brothers.

During the penthouse episode, Kenji is overjoyed to show his friends a good time. And his growth is shown when he smashes his dad's expensive statue to save his friends.

The day is slightly tainted by the attack but at the end of it, Darius tells Kenji something he deserved to hear, that he's more than his wealth.

The season delivers more light brotherly teasing between the boys and then Kenji and Darius hit a slight rough patch when the Scorpius rex is revealed.

Darius is angry at Kenji for not doing what he asked, he can't stay angry for long and Kenji is trying his best. The season ends with them having another fall out, Kenji being angry at Darius for risking Brooklynn's life. Darius isn't completely at fault, he was following Brooklynn's orders.

Season four of jwcc

S4 is my least fav but it has some good Kenji and Darius moments

Ep1 has Darius and Kenji at each other's throats for what happened at the end of s3.

Brooklynn makes a good point here by saying Kenji is angry at Darius specifically because he will be Kenji's hardest goodbye, it hurts to get close to someone and then suddenly say goodbye to them.

But when Darius is in danger, Kenji doesn't waste a second saving his life, because at the end of the day no matter how angry he is, Kenji will always be there for him.

The rest of the season doesn't show much of their dynamic until the last episode, Kenji wants to apologize for his attitude at the beginning of the season and Darius is the first person Kenji wants to tell about his relationship with Brooklynn.

Darius is nothing but happy for them. They go against dilos together <3

The season ends on a cliff hanger with the campers and Kenji finding out Daniel Kon, Kenji's father is Kash's boss.

Season five of jwcc

Kenji learns who is his real family in s5. He's reunited with his Dad, who takes the kids in and away from Kash.

With Kenji reuniting with his dad, he wants to prove he's grown and Darius assures him he has grown from the cocky rich kid he used to be when they met.

Darius and the rest of the campers all don't trust Daniel, but Kenji does as he wants to believe the best in his father.

The team convinces Daniel not to do dino fights by showing Big Eatie reunite with her daughter, Kenji makes a comment about how cool it is that Darius can talk to a T rex.

Daniel's mind is changed. Here's where things go wrong, when Daniel continues to prioritise his business over sending six traumatized kids home.

The campers sneak out and find out what's going on and Kenji feels let down. His Dad hypes Kenji up in way he never did before and it makes Kenji feel wanted.

Because of his, Kenji betrays his friends when they try to stop Daniel's presentation by ruining their control chips used on dinos.

Daniel locks up the kids and Kenji doesn't stop him.

Darius's first response to this is to bury his feelings while everyone else vocally deals with their own.

Darius is betrayed but since it hurts too much, he'd rather focus on something he likes, ie the dinos.

It takes some time but when Darius does deal with his feelings surrounding Kenji, he's hurt.

Kenji is his friend and he feels he can't trust him again, even if he wants to someday.

Kenji follows his dad to Nublar and the first person Kenji thinks about in the penthouse is Darius.

During Kenji's time on Nublar with his father, he sees his father's true colours.

He treats Kenji like nothing more than a business partner, making him work and only complimenting him when he does something that benefits the business.

Kenji is conflicted and knows there is something wrong with the way he's been treated but doesn't want to believe it.

Kenji was treated well and loved for months by his friends and now he sees how badly he was treated by his father after knowing what love and care is supposed to feel like but he's still just a kid so it takes him some time to come to terms with that.

In one episode, Mae tells Kenji that he shouldn't have to earn his father's love with business deals or making him money.

This resembles what Darius told Kenji in s3, that Kenji didn't need to impress his friends, they already love him, because they know him.

They know he's loyal, funny, cool and brave. They love him for who he is and not because of what they do for him or how rich he is.

When Kenji and his dad return, Kenji is done with his father, he wants to make things right with the campers.

Darius doesn't forgive him right away. He's rightfully angry and isn't ready for forgiveness but lets Kenji help the fam anyway.

When fighting Daniel's men, Darius lets out his true feelings to Kenji and Kenji. Kenji used to always have Darius's back until his dad came back and Darius isn't ready to let that go yet. They still work together during this and Darius sees Kenji fighting by his side and Kenji promises to never abandon him ever again. They make up, Kenji who probably only got one hug from his dad clings to Darius because they both clearly needed it.

At the end, Kenji declares to his dad that the campers are his real family and his dad leaves without him. But Kenji knows the campers won't do that to him.

When returning to the mainland, Kenji watches his friends reunite with their families, happy for them and sad that he can't do it himself.

But then Darius waves at him and introduces him to his mother and Kenji is welcomed into their family.

Jwcc to jwct

Kenji is taken in by the Bowmans, he has two brothers, Darius and Brand.

The camp fam has weekly check ins and all is well.

Dinos come to the mainland.

Darius gets a job at the DPW

Kenji starts rock climbing in Colorado.

Kenji breaks up with Brooklynn.

Brooklynn stays with Darius

Darius realizes his feelings for Brooklynn

Brooklynn is killed

Jwct s1

Darius and Kenji in are the roughest patch of their friendship. Kenji is angry at Darius not being there for Brooklynn.

Brooklynn is gone and both brothers don't have each other to lean on during their grief.

Darius isolates himself in his grief and wants to hunt down the allosaurus.

Kenji is not speaking to Darius at all.

They are forced together when warning the group that they are being hunted. Ben and Sammy leave the brothers alone to talk to Daniel Kon.

Darius tries his best to be there for Kenji, but it's hard. Kenji isn't ready to forgive and wants to focus on what needs to be done.

Kenji also knows Darius is having trouble talking to his mother as Kenji still calls her.

They visit his Dad. Daniel Kon has no changed and is still using Kenji for business.

Aggravated by his father, Kenji vents to Darius and asks him for advice, Darius honestly tells him that Kenji shouldn't have to sacrifice the great man he's becoming for a man whose never treated him right.

Kenji believes him but agrees for the sake of finding out what happened to Brooklynn.

Then Daniel has the fucking audacity to say to Kenji "I know how you like things easy."

And Kenji, with his brother by his side declines his fathers offer and decides he still doesn't need him, they will find out what happened to Brooklynn without him. Kenji turns to leave and Darius is right there with him.

Daniel does change his mind and tells them anyway, but the good doesn't last long as Micro bangs shows up and Daniel Kon is no more <3

Kenji is traumatized and when having a breakdown, Darius is there for him. If anyone would understand what Kenji is going through, it's Darius.

This is a breaking point in the brothers relationship during the story.

Kenji discovers there is more to Darius's feelings for Brooklynn, he knows Brooklynn's phone password and is familiar with Brooklynn's old habits like leaving shoes in the middle of the floor.

When going to a drop point, it's almost like they're on good terms. Kenji's distasteful attitude for Darius has dropped and Kenji is making jokes again.

The tension is still between them, so they have nothing else to talk about except the mystery surrounding Brooklynn.

They snoop on her phone and Darius tries to hide the voicemails he left for Brooklynn.

After a fight, he gives in and shows them to Kenji. And confesses his truth to him.

Kenji is surprised and wants to know if the feelings were reciprocated, but Darius finds an unsent message from Brooklynn to him. They find a video of Brooklynn running from the allo.

Kenji now asks Darius as his brother, where he was when Brooklynn needed him. Now knowing Darius was in love with her.

The answer is on hold because of plot xx

But as the season continues, Kenji continues to make more jokes and the brothers are teasing each other again.

The brothers reunite with the camp fam and Bumpy, when it looks like Bumpy might die, Kenji puts his hand on Darius's shoulder, he's leaning on him.

After all the chaos, Darius tells Kenji the entire truth and the rift has become smaller.

The season ends with all of the camp fam on a boat

Jwct s2

Kenji and Darius don't get too much one and one screen time. But the events of the previous season are affecting Kenji a lot.

He's grieving his father and not in a healthy way. He's impulsive and risking his life.

He sets a goal, caring about Bumpy's egg. Darius even witnesses him using baby talk on the egg.

As the season goes on, Darius struggles to talk to Kenji about his issues and because of the rift between them, it makes it hard.

Darius is still getting used to having his brother back and is afraid of doing something that will cause Kenji more pain than he's already in.

But when Kenji dislocates his shoulder after being risky and impulsive again, Darius has to figure out what's wrong.

He does try and Kenji is almost tempted to talk about his feelings and current mental state but he shuts it down.

And as Paul Mikel Williams has said in an interview once, Kenji and Darius never have enough time to fully repair their relationship as they are always on the go and always busy with something.

The rest of the season shows very little of Kenji and Darius's dynamic, they both discover Brooklynn is alive and we have yet to see them interaction since that discovery.

I am so curious to see how this will effect their relationship going forward. I really hope they do make up for good and don't fall apart again.

Their brotherhood is one my favourite parts of both tv shows and it crushed me to see them drift apart in chaos theory especially after everything they went through in jwcc

[sehtoast]

A Future For Three (Homelander x OC)

hurt/comfort, ambiguous s4 ending, relationship road bumps, ryan butcher, ben being the better parent, pathetic homelander, spidersona oc | Fic Directory

Benjamin has done all he can to point Homelander in the right direction. Between plans for usurping power and parenthood, nothing has gone quite well. At least the bug will be there to help put out the fires.

Not even the crunch of rubble can pull his eyes away from the splotchy screen that spells out his failure in big, bold letters.

The silence between them is so very loud.  Louder than the ringing in his ears, louder than the news anchor’s dismayed voice as she reports Neuman’s death.  It’s only when those red, web-patterned shoes stop beside him that he dares flit his gaze anywhere else.  

Within a single day, he’d lost it all.  Ryan ran out on him, then Benjamin did the same… 

“You’re not being a father, you’re being a fuckin’ bully,” the bug had spat, fists clenched at his sides.  

He can still see the way they both looked at him.  Ryan’s eyes full of indignance, Ben’s full of heartbreak and disappointment.  The bug had bailed him out of his messes so many times now.  Talked to him about parenting, tried giving examples from his own upbringing on what to do and what to say, lectured him about patience and understanding.  But how?  

How can he do any of that when all the boy seems to want is a better father?

“It’s not a matter of dads,” Ben whispered to him so very long ago. “You’ve both taken care of him.  He’s got love for you both, but it’s not a competition, y’know?” 

But he never listened.  He never learned.

“Thought you wanted space… after…” he blurts, voice hoarse and thin. He gestures vaguely to the destroyed penthouse.  His eyes fall to the crumbled remains of Atlas.

It’s like looking in a mirror.

“I did, but…” Ben squats down, one hand snaking through his hair while the other lands atop his bent knee.  “I also told you I’d always take care of you.”

Homelander tugs Ryan’s book bag closer.

“Look at me, Johnny.” Ben whispers.

He hates the rimming of tears in his little spider’s eyes more than anything.  He put those there, didn’t he?  Took everything too far, was too cruel, said all those horrible things to rile up his fans… 

He barely registers the arms looping under his knees and around his back to lift him to the couch.  Benjamin murmurs something about him deserving better than sitting on the floor, but it sounds warped– messy and discombobulated as if they were underwater.  He lets Ben guide him, lets himself be coaxed to rest his head atop the bug’s lap and away from the sights of his failures.  He’d complain at the sound of his eagle epaulet puncturing the leather of the couch, but it was already destroyed anyway.

Just like everything else.

The tears start again.  The sobs quake, the shivers rattle him, and he gasps for air that simply won’t fill the void.  

“I’ve got you, pumpkin.”  Benjamin coos, fingers stroking through his hair.  “S’gonna be alright.”

“What the fuck is wrong with me?”  Homelander sputters.  Why can’t I do anything right?  

“Mm, a lot, honestly…”  The bug sighs, thumbing his cheek with a tenderness that conveys nothing but love behind such a devastating statement.  “But I’ll keep ya.” 

He hates the way that makes him cry harder.  He hates the way Ben holds him through it all.  It’d be so much easier if the bug would just throw him to the curb already.  Toss him aside, tear away one last shred of humanity from his used and abused heart.  One last anchor to remove him from that which he can never escape.

But it isn’t that simple.  It never will be.

By the time he’s devoid of any more tears, Benjamin still comforts him.  Still promises him an eternity.  Still shows him love.

“We’re gonna go down to my place, okay?”

“Why?”  He croaks.  His head throbs when he lifts it.

“I don’t want you sleeping in a big mess like this.  You deserve a little better than that.”  Benjamin pinches his cheek but the usual smile doesn’t spread across his face at the act.  Homelander’s drained.  He’s got nothing left inside but the hollowness of his own misery and the weak shimmer of hope sown by his little spider.

So he lets Ben carry him through the halls like some sort of wounded child who’d skinned their knees and couldn’t do it himself.  Not that there was anyone of consequence in the tower left to see it.  Not after he’d given the order to do away with them.

Another thing Benjamin begged him not to do.

He’s like a compliant mannequin as Ben strips him of his suit and all of the accompanying dust it’d gathered.  He expects to be kicked to the couch by the time he’s sporting just his briefs, but exile is not what fate has in store for him.  Instead, he gets to be tucked under fuzzy blankets and held close.  Benjamin’s breath kisses the nape of his neck and an arm slings over his midsection.

In his own arms, he still clings to Ryan’s bag.  He can’t take his eyes off the photo of him and his son that sits atop the nightstand.  He’s got the boy’s cheeks pinched between his gloved fingers, both of them smiling brightly.  In his hands, Ryan holds the carrier with their milkshakes.  He remembers the moment Ben took that photo.  How happy they all were…

“I texted him.” Ben murmurs.  “Let him know we’re here for when he gets back.”

He pulls the bag closer.

“Listen t’me.”

Homelander’s gut drops for the millionth time.  What could possibly be coming?  The end of their relationship?  Reprimands he can’t escape?  Will it hurt?

“We need to have a serious talk later about everything, okay?”

Oh god…

“I’m not goin’ anywhere, but I need– we got a lot to work on, y’know?”  

He thanks whatever god there may be for the clarification.

“And I need you to understand something.  I love you.  But that doesn’t mean you can hurt me all the time.”  Ben’s voice cracks with cries that threaten to spill. “I don’t ever wanna get to the point where I can’t come back to you.  I fuckin’ love you, but I’m scared you’re gonna push me too far away someday and I can’t–”

The arm around his body curls tighter.

“I can’t imagine anything else but you.  And I don’t want to.  I know you’re trying, and I know it’s hard and it’s all gone tits up these last few days– that this was all your dream, but please…” 

Ben’s face presses to his nape and he can feel the wetness of tears.  Those are his fault, too.  The pit of shame in his gut opens wider. The guilt grows stronger.

“Please save room for us in your dream.”

[galvanizedfriend]

Klaroline Fic: The Wolf IV [01/13]

Summary: Five years after the downfall of the Mikaelson family, Caroline returns to New Orleans to fulfill the promise she made to Marcel: one day, she would be back for the man he has been keeping prisoner in the bowels of the old compound, and she would not be leaving without him. But the plans to abandon the city's eternal loop of tragedy behind once and for all are thwarted when a new enemy with unexpected old ties resurfaces, threatening not just Eve's life, but Caroline's as well.

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S04E01 Gather Up the Killers ✨

The thing about finally getting something you longed for what feels like an eternity is the accompanying dread that it might be taken away.

Even after five years, Marcel is still not used to having it. Peace.

Nobody tells you how unsettling peace is. How it manifests as a constant nagging in the back of your mind, like you're forgetting something, getting soft, letting your guard down. It's quiet and harmonious, yes, but it's also a kind of fear. A cold shudder at the pit of your stomach, as though at any second it can all be snatched away from you.

If he doesn't watch himself, it can easily descend into paranoia.

He doesn't think there has been a single day where he hasn't been on full alert mode, looking over his shoulder, watching over the city from his not-so-new penthouse like a vigilante, waiting for the monsters to come out. And then he remembers that there are no monsters anymore. None greater than him, anyway. He is the thing that everybody fears.

He's always tiptoeing around that delicate line separating caution from madness, one sudden move around a corner away from overreaction that could send all the hard-earned balance they've achieved blown into the air.

One wrong move from turning into him.

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-- Took forever and a day, but ta-da! Starting part 4 was so much harder than I thought, but well. Here is something! Like I said, I'm not starting a new AO3 story for this, it'll be [22/34] there, but for the sake of being clearer here, I'm using the S4 numbers and a new summary.

I don't have any art or edit or anything to go with this story, so I just searched my old edits folder and found something that more or less applies, so there you go. :D As always, your comments/kudos/reblogs mean the world to me and I really hope you guys enjoy it! Cheers!

[asofterhibou]

s4 of the magicians feels like such a departure from the earlier seasons. I keep thinking of the word 'liminal' but that's not it exactly; I think it's the introduction of the penthouse and its weird lighting as the main setting, along with the disruption caused by breaking up two of the main character pairings, Eliot and Margo and Penny and Kady, and also Quentin's emotional closed-offness shutting the audience out partially from the story as well, maybe. Hard to pin down. I had a story idea that I don't think I'll ever flesh out into a whole fic that's just entirely the weird vibes of this season, where they're in the penthouse kitchen still early in the season and the monster has left after doing something typically creepy, and they're talking about what to do, and Julia says something like, "Same shit, different day," and Kady accidentally catches Quentin's eye as Julia says it, Kady and Quentin who aren't friends and who haven't had (and who never do have) any conversation in the penthouse longer than "There's takeout on the counter," but for a second they're looking at each other across the stupid fancy kitchen island and thinking that there's a thing walking around in Eliot's body, and a stranger who is Penny who looks at Kady with indifference in his eyes, and Julia is eerily perfect-looking and only ever seems to sleep and eat out of habit these days, or maybe only to make the rest of them feel better, as they hide out from the rest of the magical world like fugitives in Marina Andrieski's stolen apartment -

"Yeah," Quentin says, and looks away. "Same shit."

[nimrism]

hello! daily morgana pendragon deserves the world. also, i'm very curious to see what you think a morgana and lena interaction would look like! i feel like the universe would break. oh! this is me realizing they both have something against their brothers. what a nice realization to have! anyway, just wondering what you think that might look like :)

DAILY REMINDER THAT MORGANA PENDRAGON DESERVES THE WORLD!

i'm so sorry it took me THIS LONG to get to replying to this but i wanted to do it JUSTICE cause i love this ask with all my heart it speaks to my very soul :)) (i do apologize for this getting really really long, though)

lena and morgana!! they're so similar and yet so different at the same time it's so awesome to delve into their characters and try to dissect what's happening in those brilliant heads of theirs like i could write thesis papers analyzing their characters without ever getting bored. they're just so special to me :,)

what would an interaction between them look like, though? hmmmm i guess it depends on the context of the interaction like why would they be in the same room in the first place? has morgana been reincarnated? what is she doing in national city? or is lena the one who crossed the pond and went to england? are we talking canon s6 lena who has magic? has she gone to england to get closer to her witch ancestors? IS MORGANA HER WITCH ANCESTOR? DID SHE ACCIDENTALLY/ON PURPOSE RAISE HER FROM THE DEAD? i think the concept of morgana being lena's ancestor is super interesting cause it would influence lena's opinion on arthur and merlin and camelot in general. so, if we consider the connection between them ancestral, i think their interactions would be reverent (at least on lena's end) and morgana would (maybe after initial reluctance or hostility) sort of accept lena as her descendant and her protégé and teach her all sorts of magic. lena's part in helping morgana adjust to the modern world would also be a huge aspect i feel like cause morgana would be so confused with modern technology and the fact that technically there are no more "kingdoms" and camelot is no more so what exactly is her purpose in this modern world? lena helping her through that (or at least trying to) would form a huge part of their relationship i think.

buuuuuut if the context is different like maybe lena has discovered a way to time travel and she finds herself in camelot or in the woods around morgana's s4 cabin and morgana happens to stumble upon her there, it would be different. because WHY is there a woman in morgana's image in the STRANGEST clothes walking around with glowing objects (technology) that aren't inherently magical (morgana can't feel the magic in them) but MUST be because this isn't just something anyone can conjure up?? no matter the time we're talking (s1/2/3/4) i feel like morgana would react very negatively until lena can earn her trust or at least convince her she's not a sick joke merlin/emrys is playing on morgana. i also think lena would be wayyy out of her depth in medieval england like yeah she's a genius but she eats salads and fast food and has a bajillion-dollar penthouse equipped with all the latest technologies so living without the luxuries of the modern world would be a CHALLENGE even for her so i think it'd be fun to see morgana's reaction to lena absolutely STRUGGLING to get through her day.

once we're past the logistics of the interaction and the awkward introductions and general initial animosity phase and they FINALLY get to talking, they'll have lots of things in common. like you mentioned, they both have this innate hatred for their brothers, but with lena, lex has caused her unimaginable trauma and pain and despite all of that she's managed to get back up and say to his face that yeah she hates him but she loves herself more and that she's finally letting go of that hatred to go live her life. with morgana, however, that hatred for arthur has become all-consuming, even though it only stemmed from uther sort of unknowingly pitting them against each other forever by acknowledging arthur as his son and heir but never morgana. morgana's hatred for uther extended to arthur and when uther died, arthur became the sole recipient of that hatred. unlike lena, morgana doesn't have anyone to pull her out of the darkness, to show her that even when family fails to understand you and/or accept you, there are friends who will. she doesn't have that support system, and so she succumbs to the darkness and the hate and lets it eat away at her soul. this is where they differ, in my opinion, lena had a support system and the innate strength to stop the generational trauma cycle, while morgana had neither (doomed by the narrative from the start maybe i'll just cry).

this part's a bit controversial cause it depends on your headcanons and who you ship and stuff but another thing i feel was detrimental is UNREQUITED LOVE. lena's half-hearted "villain" arc only happened when she found out that her best friend had been keeping such a huge part of her identity from her (which isn't something you would do to someone you love) so she was like fuck it i'm going to fix humanity cause you guys SUCK. but when she eventually realized that wait, maybe kara does actually love her and care about her and she didn't entirely mean to hurt her (whether you read it as platonic or romantic, her love was requited) she went back and apologized and everything (even though she didn't need to apologize she's never done anything wrong in her life). morgana's brand might as well just be unrequited love, on the other hand. it goes as far back as her biological father (bro didn't even acknowledge her as his daughter), and extends to pretty much everyone she may or may not have been in love with (whether you ship her with gwen (the only right answer) or merlin or even the dumbass alvarr guy). she's been made to feel unlovable her whole life and at some point she believes it and takes it at face-value as the truth, and that's part of what pushes her to extremes like the ones she goes to in the show. ("if i can't have love, i want power"). with both gwen and merlin they're both so devotedly loyal to arthur that even if i were in her shoes i'd get pissed off, so, since she doesn't believe that they'll ever be loyal to her just because, she tortures and brainwashes merlin to get him to do her bidding, and she kidnaps gwen and brainwashes her to get her "old friend" back, because, in the state that she's in by s5, she doesn't believe that anyone will ever be devoted to her for HER, so she forces them to be. this concept of never having love requited voluntarily plays such a huge part in shaping morgana's character and making her that much different from lena, in my opinion.

i could go on and on about the implications of the dark tower episode and every word morgana said to gwen, but that's a story for another post because this one is already getting waaay too long.

ANYWAY i may have strayed from the point a few times BUT I JUST HAVE A LOT TO SAY ABOUT THEM, OKAY? thank you so much for this ask it was so much fun to answer and AS ALWAYS if you want to further discuss morgana or lena or both and speculate on how they would meet/interact i'm always up for a fun discussion 😼

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Metamour No More

Fandom: Smallville

Rating: T

Pairings: Lex Luthor/Helen Bryce, Clark Kent/Lex Luthor

Characters: Lex Luthor, Helen Bryce

Word Count: 370

Warnings: polyamory, au s4, canon divergent, not so evil Helen Bryce, heartbroken Helen, divorce, implied Clex (technically starting underage, but within consent laws for the state of Kansas), poly gone wrong

Summary: When Helen married Lex, she thought that Clark was the metamour. She's finally ready to admit she had that backwards.

A/N: this little ficlet came out of nowhere when looking over my pride edition card for fandom-free-bingo. I've always been on the fence about Helen since, even though she tried to kill Lex for the money, she never outwardly spilled Clark's secret. She's definitely one of those gray-area villains.

Square filled: It's time to make a choice ( @fandombingo - Reverse 1999 bingo), metamour ( @fandom-free-bingo - pride edition), left behind ( @fandom-free-bingo - plural edition)

She couldn't take it anymore. She was his wife, damn it! And yes, while she might have known exactly what the situation was when she'd said 'I do', she hadn't thought she'd actually be expected to endure her husband's dalliances with…him…for the past two years. Two years of knowing exactly why they slept in separate bedrooms. Two years of only sporadically being visited in her own bed, never invited to his, never waking to his sleeping form beside her. Two years of sleepless nights when she knew he was either in his own bed, wrapped around long, muscled limbs under silk sheets, or those long, muscled limbs wrapped around him under cheap cotton and flannel.

Helen strode into Lex's office, not bothering with her usual polite knock, crossing the room to his desk before he even looked up. She slapped a file of papers onto his desk.

"Your attorneys should be pleased by how very little I'm asking for." She turned to go, but paused after a step, asking over shoulder, "why did you even marry me, Lex?"

"I really did love you, Helen."

"Not enough. Not as much as you love Clark. Not as much as I needed you to."

"I thought I would, over time. I never meant to hurt you, I just thought I could have you both, and that we could all be happy this way."

Helen turned to face him again, willing away the tears building behind her eyes.

"Go to him, Lex. Be with him, just him. Don't do this again. The next poor sap might not be content with just ten percent of your holdings. The next one might try to kill you."

Without waiting for his response, Helen left, the solid thunk of the door closing behind her a fitting sound of finality as she made her way out of the mansion. Her bags were already fit into the trunk of the BMW X5, the rest of her belongings being packed up to be sent to the penthouse until she could find a place of her own.

Taking the keys from the butler, she slid into the driver's seat, ready to put this town, and the mistakes it represented, far behind her.

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Annie: Appears in S2 EP4 The Thomas Thorne Affair and S4 EP 2 Speak as ye choose. Former Button House ghost who was sucked off at some point between Thomas and Fanny's death. Close friend of Mary and hater of men.

Helmut and Wolfgang: Appear in S1 EP6 Getting Out. They are haunting a penthouse Mike and Alison are considering buying. Hallo!

Thank you to the people who left notes on round 1 informing me of Helmut and Wolfgang's names

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My King Will Be Kind Chapter 7 / Kendall Roy x OC

an: YALL ITS BEEN A MIN! my bad!!! ive just been doing my thang and honestly fell out of love with this story for a sec.  i had to rewatch some episodes of s4 to get myself back into it and here we are!  this chapter is a bit of a filler, as next chapter is going to be Living Plus which should be a shitshow lmao.  PLEASE enjoy and lmk what u think!  i love getting your messages it literally makes my day! 

tw: mentions of death, cursing

Even when the first season of Delirium came out and was trending on every platform, Stella was still flying mostly under the radar. Sure, she had her fans, but the hype around her was nothing like it was now.

Stella had given up on Twitter, as the reactions to her and Kendall were not so great. People either had no fucking idea who she was or were completely disappointed in her choice in men.

im not gonna lie idk who tf stella allen is

Stella...girl...kendall roy...?

E! News even did a segment on her a few nights ago.

"Who is Kendall Roy's new girlfriend?" The peppy anchor said. "Well I've got you covered, folks!"

Some of Stella's scenes from Delirium flashed across the screen. They even had a blurry pap picture from the wedding to complete the package.

After the segment, her mother called her, almost in tears.

"Stelly, baby, what have you gotten yourself into?" She asked.

"Everything's fine, Mom, please don't worry."

"I don't want you involved with that family. Your dad hated ATN, remember? And that guy...how old is he?"

She cringed. "I know, I know."

"I thought you liked that boy from the movie?" Her mother mentioned.

"You mean Damien?" Damien was a costar who she went on two dates with over a year ago. she knew her mom wanted the best for her, but that had been over.

"He was such a nice boy. Why don't you call him?"

"He broke up with me, remember?"

"Oh." She thought for a moment. "What about--"

"I like Kendall, Mom."

"Really, babes?"

"Yeah..." Stella paused. "I mean, he's actually a really good guy."

"I'm sure he is, but doesn't he have kids? Doesn't he have an addiction problem? Are you really ready to deal with all that?"

"He's clean now, he told me."

"Isn't that what every addict says?"

"He barely has time to use, Mom, he's so busy."

"How does he make time for you, then?"

Stella thought for a moment. To be honest, she didn't know how to answer her mother's question. Things were hectic, to say the least, for the Roy's right now.

As she sat in her apartment, scrolling through Twitter and defending herself against her mother, Kendall was at his father's wake. He had invited her to go with him, but warned that all of his family and company would be there.

"It's gonna be a fucking fuckfest." He had told her.

Though meeting Shiv was definitely on her radar, Stella couldn't bring herself to go. It wasn't even really a wake, it was more like a business meeting in a dead man's penthouse. There wasn't a place for her there, and she didn't want one. Kendall didn't seem disappointed, as there were other things on his mind. Neither of them wanted to be questioned by his family when there were important decisions to be made.

"It's going to be tough, Mom, but I like him. It'll be okay."

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It was later that night when Kendall appeared on Stella' doorstep again. They had been texting every day, but with Logan dying, Kendall and his siblings were busy. It almost felt like things were back to normal, if it weren't for the thousands of tweets about their relationship. She thought that Logan's death would have surpassed them in the news, but it only intensified the spotlight on her and Kendall.

Again, it was late at night when Kendall called her, saying he was at the front door. This time Stella was more prepared, as she was still up doing work. Still, she was eating cold pizza out of the box and wearing a big t-shirt and shorts when he called.

"You need to stop doing this." She teased, opening the door for him.

He was quiet as he stepped into the threshold of her tiny apartment. For once, he had nothing to say to her as he entered.

"What's up? How was the wake?" She ran her hands down his arms, genuinely concerned about his mood.

"It's--" He started. "It's me."

"What do you mean, baby?"

"It's me. I'm...I'm CEO. Me and Rome, we're gonna do it but it's me, mostly."

Stella's jaw dropped. Sure, she was used to having Kendall as COO of WayStar, but CEO? This was on a whole different level.

"You're what?"

"I'm the fucking CEO." He said, looking at her, his hazel eyes brimming with tears.

"You're the fucking CEO."

"Yeah."

Stella threw her arms around him. Though it was a bit of a shock, she knew that CEO was Kendall's dream. He worked his entire life to be in this position and he was finally getting to it. He returned the hug, picking her up.

"H-how did this even happen?"

"Dad wrote it down. Before he died. The board still has to decide, and the GoJo deal is still there, but for now, yeah, I'm it."

"Oh my God. That's insane."

"I know. Fuck."

"What have you done to celebrate?" She asked.

"Well, I just got out of the wake." He sat down on her couch. "I came right here."

Stella's heart soared. It made her incredibly happy that Kendall wanted to share this news with her first. She sat down next to him, trying to ignore the pizza crusts on the table next to them.

"Well what do you want to do?" She genuinely meant it, not in a sexual way.

"Honestly, I just really need to sleep. I, uh, have to be in the office tomorrow at eight."

"Oh, shit, okay."

"It's okay. I wanted to see you before the shit show starts tomorrow."

"Well, you're welcome to stay as long as you want, but I don't want to keep you."

"No, no." He pulled her into him. "You're stuck with me."

"In that case..." She kissed him softly. "Do you wanna smoke some weed?" Stella nodded towards the pipe on her endtable. There was a half-smoked bowl inside already.

Kendall smiled, "I think you read my mind, pretty girl."

She laughed, trying to reach the pipe while still in his grasp. Her hands reached the bowl and Kendall magically produced a lighter.

They sat across from each other on the couch, Stella handing the pipe to Kendall.

"You first, Mr. CEO." She giggled when a giant smile spread across his face.

He thanked her, taking the bowl and lighting it.

"Wait," Kendall said. "Won't this set off the alarm?"

"Oh, they're broken, don't worry." Stella laughed.

He nodded, lighting the pipe and inhaling.

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After twenty minutes and a few too many puffs later, Stella was curled into Kendall's arms on her tiny couch.

"The wedding was nice, you know." She whispered into the cold morning air.

"I'm sure it was. Con planned the whole thing."

"It was beautiful. Even the loony cake."

Kendall chuckled. "I'm glad you stayed. It says a lot about you."

"I love family. And I love weddings."

"You want a big wedding, Stella girl?" He said, weed clouding their minds.

"Yeah." She said, eyes glazed over. "I want a huge ring too. You think you can do that, Ken?"

"Definitely." He smiled, secretly promising to himself that he would actually, one day, make that happen.

"Not a boat though. Kinda tacky."

"Anything you want, Stell."

"Think you can get both of our families to get along?"

"That, I'm not so sure about."

She was quiet for a second. As much as talking about weddings was fun, it just reminded her of her father. Who would walk her down the aisle? Who would she dance with at her first dance?

"What's on your mind?"

"Nothing, I--" She started, "I miss my Dad."

"Me too." Kendall said.

She immediately felt bad for even thinking about her own grief. Kendall's wound was still fresh while Stella had grieved over a year ago.

"What happened to him?"

"He, um, went to sleep one night and didn't wake up." Hot tears pricked at her eyes. "My mom woke up next to his body. It was like, the worst thing ever."

"I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be talking about it right now. You're like, grieving your own loss."

"My Dad was a piece of shit." Kendall laughed. "But he was still my Dad."

"I know baby." She looked up at him, both holding back tears. "I know."

He kissed her softly.  All she could see in the dark room was his face.  

"I think I love you."  Kendall said, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

"What?"  Stella sat up.  She was not expecting to hear those words.

"Sorry, uh--"  Kendall stuttered, and for once, he didn't really know what to say.  

"You love me?"

"Yeah.  I fucking do."  They sat across from each other on the couch again, Stella frowning to herself.  

She had no fucking idea what to say, but she knew one thing.  "I love you too, Ken."  Stella mirrored the goofy smile plastered on his face.

"I fucking love you, Stella girl."  He kissed her face all over, pushing her down on the couch.  "Let me make you mine."

She hummed as his lips traveled down her neck.  "I'm yours, Kendall."  Stella giggled as his cold hands reached under her shirt.  

"As much as I'd like to fuck you, I really have to get some rest."  He whispered, putting his head on her collarbone.

Stella nodded, knowing tomorrow was just first day as CEO and staying up late wasn't exactly the best idea.  "Do you wanna stay?"

Kendall's face lit up.  He nodded eagerly.

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Stella was awoken the next morning by her dog growling and barking from the kitchen.  He probably wanted to be taken out.  She rubbed her eyes, realizing that there was barely any light coming from the curtains.  It had to be four in the morning.  She rolled over, expecting to find Kendall, but he was nowhere to be found.  

"Ken?"

"In here!"  His voice boomed from the kitchen.  

Stella reluctantly got out of bed, walking to the kitchen and seeing possibly the funniest thing she had ever seen.  

Kendall was sitting criss-cross on the counter, hiding away from her dog.  Stella couldn't help but laugh.  Her dog was less than 15 pounds and was all bark and no bite.  Of course, Kendall didn't know that and probably had never been around dogs in his life.  

"Ken, oh my God."  She giggled, taking a picture of his scared state on top of the counter.  

"He was barking at me!"

"He's a chihuahua, Kendall."  Stella said as she scooped up the little dog.

"Last time I checked, chihuahuas were mean."

"Okay, true.  But Kurt is a sweetie, right baby?"  She kissed the dog on the forehead.  "Don't be mean to mommy's friend."

"Friend?"  Kendall pretended to be hurt.  

"Sorry.  Don't be mean to mommy's boyfriend."

Kendall got down from the counter where Stella noticed he had been trying to make coffee with her old ass coffee maker.

"Oh, God, you didn't try to make coffee, did you?"

Kendall looked at her sheepishly.  "When did you get this fucking thing?  1998?"

"When I was two years old?  No."

"Jesus, you're a baby."  He smiled at her.  The age-gap thing was kind of weird for her still, as she had never dated someone as old as Kendall.  

"And you're fucking old."  She said, rummaging around to make coffee for him.  "This coffee isn't great, sorry."

"It's okay.  I'll have Fikret get me some.  He's on his way."

Stella frowned, not ready to let Kendall leave their little bubble yet.  "I'm so excited for you, Mr. CEO."  She wrapped her arms around his neck.  "You're gonna kill it."

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i know it's fitting to the whole nrpi thing that we have little to no knowledge about the staff/help in shiv and tom's penthouse but i wish so bad that we knew like ANYTHING other than the mere fact of their existence... like i feel like we have a more concrete understanding of even kendall's relationship with his staff and we only see his home once or twice. and we see plenty of logan's treatment of household staff.

meanwhile what we know for certain about tom and shiv is that they have a dogwalker, they have a personal chef at least in s4, and that most likely no staff stay the night given the "after the help have gone" line. and on at least one specific occasion (like, aside from just generally knowing tom's midwestern sensibilities) we see tom explicitly be very polite to a service worker (on logan's yacht in 2x10).

with that in mind i have to imagine some kind of repoire between tom and any given staff he and shiv have ever had. which then of course makes me wonder about the specifically male staff and whether or not anything similar to the homoerotic power stuff between him and greg has ever happened there... like i do think tom would see a big difference between an employee in the company and someone that he just pays to clean his house--in fact he would likely not even be the one paying them , it would probably be shiv, so he may feel no entitlement to them whatsoever.

but nevertheless tom is fucking gay and pathologically uses power to justify his reaches for intimacy and i know there just has to be something. anyone shiv hired would know to be afraid of her and to not try to fuck her man so no real passes would've been made but.. yknow. i'm betting on occasional awkward (partly?) one-sided flirtations where any men (probably very few men worked for shiv anyway) also likely got a sense about tom and would've tried to appease him in particular once he was actually married to shiv. but yeah they'd have been completely relying on him to try to start something, which tom would never have done, so.