#talkin bout lemons

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[obeymestory]

Obey Me!! (Demon Brothers x Reader Lemon Story)

Warning!!: This chapter contains content that isn't suitable for children. This specific chapter contains; rough coitus, multiple position changes, teasing, jealousy, multiple rounds, slight manhandling, pure dominance, over stimulation, orgasm control, cum leaking, making out, begging, spanking, demon popping out, cuss words, cream pies, dirty talk, cunnilingus. and praising. The GIFS will still be signaling a time skip.

Enjoy this chapter and just remember; You have been warned.

Chapter 4 - Mammon's Turn.

You woke up to a gentle kiss on your forehead from Belphie, stretching your limbs and getting ready for another day of school.

After breakfast you and the demon brothers all headed to RAD.

After all the classes and your first few exams, you heard the intercom make an announcement.

"All student council members head to the meeting room immediately."

That was definitely Lucifer's voice.

You quickly walked to the meeting room and sat in your seat, the demon brothers all soon sitting at the table.

"You all know why we're here today."

Lucifer started, glancing at you then all of his brothers, sighing and shaking his head as he looked at Mammon then you.

"Y/N. Unfortunately I'm letting you stay in Mammon's room."

Mammon pumped his fist in the air and all the other brothers groaned.

"Dats' what I'm talkin' 'bout."

Mammon said, laughing victoriously and grinning widely.

"Ya' get to stay wit' the great Mammon!!"

Almost all the brothers rolled their eyes and scoffed, especially Belphie and Satan.

"Are you sure that's a wise decision, Lucifer?"

Satan disapproved, sighing and earning an equal nod of disapproval from Belphie, the youngest.

"I've made up my mind. I hate it as much as you all do."

Lucifer said firmly, speaking again after a moment.

"You're all dismissed."

The brothers stood up from all of their seats, all of them groaning at the announcement they were forced to listen to, Mammon was the only one with a dorky grin on his face as if he stole another wallet from his brothers again.

"Ey'! Y/N!! Y/N!!- Wait up!"

Mammon shouted, catching up to you from down the hallway and walking with you back to the house of Lamentations, elbowing you playfully.

"Ya' get to spend da' night with me!! Aren't ya' excited?!~"

You snickered in response and hesitantly nodded to make him happy, even though he didn't need the ego boost.

"Dats right!! Ya' know yer' stuff human!"

Mammon was ecstatic, it was obvious by the stupid smile on his face and how he was almost skipping down that hallway with you beside him.

Once you both arrived he held his hand up and did his usual "see you" and walked off to probably go steal items out of his brothers rooms, like the scumbag he was.

Meanwhile you took a peek into your room again, some demon workers were currently fixing the wall and moving stuff out of the way so they could work, at least they were finally getting to your room somewhat.

You asked if you could grab a few things from your room and they grabbed it for you since the supplies they were working with were kinda toxic to humans.

You gratefully took your stuff from them, glad that at least a few demons cared about your health, putting your items in Mammon's bathroom then getting undressed out of your school uniform so you could put on your casual clothing.

Afterwards you went out with all the demon brothers to dinner, Lucifer once again having to pay for the entire meal, you couldn't help but feel kinda sorry for his wallet.

"Mammon..."

Asmo spoke up during dinner, noticing his wallet was gone and glaring at the greedy demon sitting in front of him.

"What?"

Mammon asked, taking another bite of his food and acting like he didn't know what was wrong, Asmo scoffed and put a hand out for his wallet.

"Give me my wallet. Now."

Mammon huffed and crossed his arms.

"I dunno whatcha' talkin' about."

You glanced at Mammon and pulled the stolen wallet out of his pocket without him having a second to react, handing it to Asmo immediately, earning and bright smile from lustful demon.

"Oh thank you, Y/N!!~ I knew I could count on you!! ❤"

Asmo said gratefully, perking up and murmuring.

"Can I repay you in anyway?~"

Mammon glared and put his hand on your thigh firmly, making you jolt and shake your head in an instant, unable to say "yes" without worrying about the grip becoming tighter on your leg.

"Aww... okie."

Mammon loosened his grip, his jealousy slowly disappearing as he continued eating the meal he ordered.

Once the dinner was finished and the bill was paid for you all headed back to the house of Lamentations.

You specifically went to head to Mammon's room but felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, making you jolt.

"If he does anything stupid, let me know."

Lucifer remarks, going to his room and pulling his hand away from your shoulder.

You entered Mammon's room and went to use the shower, doing your usual routine.

As you stepped out of the shower you realized your pajamas were still in the twins room, which meant you had to wear one of Mammon's robes, luckily he had a few.

You chose a slim black one and tied it around your waist to close it up, ruffling your hair with the towel to dry it as you stepped out of Mammon's bathroom.

You saw that Mammon was setting up the pool balls in the triangular rack then rolling it to the center of the pool table, pulling the rack away to leave the perfectly set up triangle of pool balls, putting the white ball across from the balls and centering it.

Mammon grabbed the chalk and put it at the end of the cue stick, chalking the tip of it then putting the chalk down on one of the edges of the pool table, leaning over and lifting up the cue stick, knocking the white ball perfectly to scatter all the pool balls around the table, making some even go into the basket holes.

Mammon finally noticed you and put his pool stick on the pool table, waving.

"Ey' Y/N."

He grinned and looked back at the pool table.

"Ya' see how perfectly I set dat' up?"

Mammon asked, looking back at you and hoping you saw his expertise in setting up a pool table.

You nodded and laughed softly, sitting on one of the black couches near the transparent table in front of the projection screen nearby.

He looked back at you and noticed you were wearing one of his robes, making him blush slightly and look away like the tsundere he was.

"Who said ya' could use one of my robes, huh?"

You jolted and sighed, responding after a moment.

"I forgot my clothes in the twins room..."

He shook his head and rolled all the pool balls into the pockets around the pool table, going to his room lights and dimming them slightly as he sat beside you on the black couch.

"Ya' know... I don' like the way Asmo was talkin' to ya' earlia."

You shivered at his protective tone, he took off his yellow glasses and stood up, looking down at you and huffing adorably.

"Neva'mind... Imma go shower."

With that; Mammon went to his bathroom and took a shower, you looked around his huge room, knowing he was definitely a spender based on all the expensive stuff in his room.

You did notice how most things in his room took two or more people to do things with, like some video game controllers, the pool table, and many other things.

Maybe Mammon was a scumbag, but he did enjoy time with his brothers.

He probably wasn't willing to admit it, but he really loves his brothers and spending quality time with them, despite the constant ratting on and rude comments.

You smiled to yourself, silently observing his room and looking up at the projection screen, deciding to turn on a movie since you were able to, remembering how to do so from one of the movie nights you had with the demon brothers in the past.

You decided to choose something funny since you needed a good laugh, and watched the movie while Mammon was showering.

~Smut warning~

After 15 minutes into the movie you heard Mammon open the door and come out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and another towel in his hands, drying his hair as he peeked at what you were watching.

"Whatcha' watchin'?"

He asked curiously, walking to you and sitting beside you, glancing at you as you told him what you were watching, he simply nodded, putting the damp towel he used to dry his hair with over the arm of the couch, gently pushing you down so your head rested on the towel he just put down.

You gasped and watched him spread open your robe then open your legs, immediately diving between your legs and starting lick your pink slick folds, his hands pressing on your inner thighs and keeping them open, you went to cover your mouth but he reached up and pulled your hand away from your lips.

"Nuh uh. Don't cover up ya' noises... I wanna hear em'."

Mammon murmured against your clit, you nodded, arching your back as he ate you out, keeping his gaze fixed on you, his mouth whispering again against your cunt this time.

"Focus on da' movie."

He ordered, making you shiver and nod, looking up at the projection screen but struggling to focus due to how distracting he was at the moment, Mammon grinned.

"What's wrong?~"

Mammon teased, moving his tongue faster, making you gasp out in pleasure as his tongue started hitting the right spot on your clit over and over.

"Am I too much for you?~"

He added, the way he was talking was driving you insane but you couldn't control yourself as he licked your womanhood so well, your hands moving and gripping the cushions of the couch.

Your gaze kept switching back and forth between him and the screen, you were struggling, hard.

Mammon suddenly stopped and motioned you to roll over, you nodded and immediately did as you were told, rolling over.

He moved you so you were facing the projection screen, and gripped your hips, lifting you up slightly so your ass was in the air and so your chest was against the couch.

Mammon reached around and untied the robe you borrowed from him, pulling it off and moving his slender hands up your curvy figure, you shivered at his touch.

"Fuck... you're so... sexy."

He pulled off his towel and pumped his cock a few times, looking at your body and biting his bottom lip, you couldn't see what he was doing, your gaze being kinda forced to look up at the projection screen, and your breasts being smushed against the couch cushions.

Mammon suddenly slid inside your womb, making you cross your eyes and moan desperately, his hands making their way up your curves to the back of your shoulders, his frame looming over yours and pressing the palms of his hands down against your skin to keep you pressed against the couch firmly.

"N-ngh... fuck. Y-ya' pussy... nnmmM~"

He leaned his head back as he felt your folds tighten around his length, slowly starting to move his hips, pounding your womb rough yet slow, making you release a moan every time he moved in and out of you.

"Such amazin' sounds... ngh... such a good girl."

He praised, keeping one hand pressed against the back of your shoulder and the other moving down to grip your backside, moving his hips more rhythmically.

"Moan louda'... be a good girl for me."

Mammon groaned softly in pleasure, moving his hips faster against yours, you rolled your eyes into the back of your head and obeyed his request, moaning louder and gasping out in pleasure once more as his tip suddenly started to hit the right spot, he noticed immediately.

"Yeah? Right there?~"

He grinned, spanking your backside and making it jiggle slightly, gripping it again immediately after doing that.

"I'm gonna fuck the shit outta' you tonight."

He stated, moving his hips even quicker and making you get on the edge of a climax as he sped up.

"Ah~ Y-ya' pulsating around me.. mmph~"

Mammon moved his hand off of your ass and put it back on your other shoulder, keeping you pressed against the couch, and leaning down to whisper in your ear.

"Beg. Beg ta' cum. Beg to fuckin' cum all over my cock."

You gasped, practically drooling due to all the pleasure and arousal, your clit pulsing as he said such a thing into your ear.

"Pl-please n-ngh~ May I- a-aH!~ May I cum? Pl-please may I climax a-all over your c-cock?-"

You begged, hearing him let out a satisfied growl near your ear, looming back up and gripping your hips suddenly, pulling your hips back to clash against his as he fucked you without remorse.

"Cum."

He grunted firmly, making you release immediately and tighten around his member, your moans substantially getting louder as he continued to pound your pussy.

"Good girl. G-Good fucking girl."

Mammon praised, groping your ass cheeks and suddenly exploding his seed deep inside you, slowly pulling out and giving you a cream pie, grinning at his work and catching his breath with you for a bit.

~Another smut warning~

Halfway through the movie he pulled you on top of him, looking up at you as you suddenly straddled his hips, moving his hands up to grip your curves.

"Put me in."

Mammon ordered, you shivered and nodded, easing down onto his cock and straining a soft moan as he stretched you out again, your womb leaking some of his juices from earlier.

He grinned and pulled you down more on him, making his move deeper inside you, he murmured.

"I did say I was finna' fuck the shit outta' ya'."

He reminded, starting to thrust up into you, since you had eased down onto the right spot as soon as you put him inside you; he was already hitting the right spot over and over, making you throw your head back in ecstasy.

"Yeah... n-ngh. Such a good p*ssy ya' have~"

Mammon leaned his head back, gripping your hips harder and pulling you down onto his cock more, moving his hips faster, your breasts bouncing constantly in response and your moans growing even louder.

"Good girl. Keep being loud fa' me."

He growled, your moans strained for a few seconds, making you moan quieter, his demon form suddenly popped out, his horns, wings, and tail summoning.

"Grrr.... Loud. I said loud."

Mammon snarled, making you shiver and roll your eyes into the back of your head again, his thrusts becoming harder against that sensitive spot inside you, your moans going crazy.

"Good. Dat's what I want~"

He grinned, seeming more satisfied, his demon form still summoned and active, you were on the edge again and he knew instantly this time since he remembered how you felt around him last time when you were close.

"Start begging."

He demanded, making you nod quickly and cross your eyes, desperately begging to climax again.

"Pl-please!! Please let me cum!! Please let me cum again-!~"

Mammon hummed, allowing that and moving faster, giving you a nod.

"Go ahead."

You gasped and nodded quickly again, arching your back and screaming his name this time as you let go, he groaned at you tightening around him again, pumping another load into your pussy and making you overflow with his fluids.

He shifted and pushed you on your back on the couch, putting his head between your breasts and giving you that same dominant gaze.

"Wrap ya' legs around me."

Mammon said, your legs reacting on their own and wrapping around his waist, he grinned and muffled noises against your sternum as he started to thrust again inside you, giving you another round.

"Ya' not gonna be able to walk when I'm done wit' chya'."

He latched his mouth onto one of your breasts and swirled his tongue around your nipples individually, constantly switching back and forth between each nipple as he pounded your pussy.

You were already shaking from two rounds, but if he was gonna give you more than that then you were kinda screwed, both literally and figuratively.

You were an absolute mess beneath him, your head leaning back and your eye sight only being able to see stars, your mind all clouded from ecstasy.

"My name. Mm. Scream my name again."

Mammon demanded, your mouth immediately screaming his name over and over in pleasure, not even giving it any thought, not that you could even think right now.

"Good girl. Keep dat' up."

He moaned against your chest, burying his head back between your tits, his hands moving down and his arms wrapping around your waist, filling you up again and making you seep more of his thick white semen.

Mammon panted, taking a few more thrusts and catching his breath with you again, and picking you up without warning, carrying you and pinning you against the wall, putting your legs up on his shoulders and pushing as deep as he could inside you, his tip grazing your cervix.

He held you up with both of his hands, connecting his lips to yours and intertwining both of your tongues together, he couldn't get enough of you.

"Mmph... Mm~"

He muffled against your soft lips, thrusting less harsh than the last few rounds due to knowing how deep he was, and wanting to make you feel amazing but not wanting to hurt you either.

You were still shaking, having had several orgasms already because of him, silently appreciating how he was being less harsh than the past three rounds.

The movie ended and rolled the credits as he muffled more desperate noises into your mouth, continuing to make out with you while he railed your pussy, seeming more sensitive now that he released so many times already.

"N-Ngh... mm. I'm gonna fill you again. You wanna be filled again?~ Say it. Tell me you wanna be filled again."

Mammon murmured against your lips, you nodded and said it for him.

"I w-want it... I wanna be filled by you again~"

He grinned in a satisfying way, dumping another load into you, and stopping his hips, kissing you passionately.

He carried you over to the pool table, laying your body over the edge of it, bending you over and spreading your pussy lips, gazing at the thick liquid seeping out of your cunt, biting his bottom lip once more.

You panted softly, your breasts pressing against the green fabric of the pool table, he let you catch your breath for a bit before shoving his cock back inside you.

Your nails clawed the pool table, your mind going blank again, mentally surprised at how much of a drive the greedy demon had.

"Don't ruin dat'... or you'll have to pay to replace it~"

Mammon spanked your backside, thrusting slower than all of his past rounds, enjoying this round with you this time and not rushing to climax, not thrusting hard at all this time and just thrusting a little above what would be considered gentle, it was just enough to please you at least.

"Now... Imma take my time with ya'."

He murmured, leaning down and kissing down your spinal cord, his hands moving and caressing your ass cheeks, the sound of clapping echoing throughout the entire room.

"N-ngh... mm..."

Mammon's moans were becoming more desperate each time he pulled his hips back, he was just as sensitive as you were right now,

"S-so... nMmmM~"

He groped both of your cheeks spread them, watching his own cock slide in and of your pussy.

"Ah... Y-Y/N~ n-ngh... mmM~"

You heard him moan and move more slowly, his legs shaking due to how many times he's come inside you, his hips rocking back and forth more fluently now as if he's locked the rhythm down in his mind.

You were still a mess, full of his cum, and being unable to think straight.

"C-Crap... m-mmm..."

Mammon's horns, tails, and wings, suddenly disappearing, you could tell he was about to lose himself entirely.

He pulled you off the pool table slightly and made you lean just enough so your ass was pressed against his hips, making him push deeper inside you.

"NgGh... Y/N!!!!~"

Mammon screamed your name loudly, his voice echoing throughout the room, luckily the walls were thick.

He panted heavily and twitched inside you, filling you up and pulling out, catching you before you fell, and weakly carrying you to his bed, luckily it was right across the way from the pool table.

Mammon gently laid you down and wobbled over to the transparent table in front of the projection screen, turning off the movie and screen, then flicking off the lights and flopping onto the bed right next to you.

He was a shaking and panting mess, as were you, but he looked like he was struggling more than you were.

You scooted closer to him and shakily wrapped your arms around him, he immediately did the same, his arms pulling you close so you were pressed up against him like a little spoon.

Mammon planted a few exhausted kisses across your jawline and down your neck, murmuring sleepily.

"'Dank ya'... mm. I really needed ya'..."

He whispered breathlessly into your ear, cuddling you close to him and eventually covering you both up with the blankets on his king sized bed, making sure the two of you caught your breath and cooled off before doing so.

He immediately brought you close to him again, both of your nude bodies slightly molding together due to sweat and pressing against each other.

"Mm... sorry if ya' can't walk tomorrow."

You jolted and realized that he mentioned that earlier, but now that you could process it without your mind being clouded you weakly punched his shoulder playfully, earning a soft laugh from Mammon.

"Ey... I said; "sorry"~"

You huffed and cuddled him, murmuring faintly after a few minutes of just holding him peacefully.

"Good night, Mammon."

Mammon smiled and whispered back.

"Night Y/N."

He kept his arms locked around you the entire night, loosening his grip only slightly when you wanted to roll over, and just pulling you right back against his body.

You sure got the best sleep you've ever had in a while this night, that's for sure.

Chapter 4 - End

[unholy-cvlt]

THE POT

Who are you to wave your finger?

You must have been outta your head

Eye hole deep in muddy waters

You practically raised the dead

Rob the grave to snow the cradle

Then burn the evidence down

Soapbox house of cards and glass so

Don't go tossin' your stones around

You must have been high

You must have been high

You must have been

Foot in mouth and head up ass-hole

Whatcha talkin' 'bout?

Difficult to dance 'round this one

'Til you pull it out, boy

You must have been so high

You must have been so high

Steal, borrow, refer, save your shady inference

Kangaroo done hung the juror with the innocent

Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo

Got lemon juice up in your eye

When you pissed all over my black kettle

You must have been high-high

You must have been high-high

Who are you to wave your finger?

So full of it

Eyeballs deep in muddy waters

Fuckin' hypocrite

Liar, lawyer; mirror show me, what's the difference?

Kangaroo done hung the guilty with the innocent

Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo

Got lemon juice up in your eye, eye

When you pissed all over my black kettle

You must've been-

So who are you to wave your finger?

Who are you to wave your fatty fingers at me?

You must have been out your mind

Weepin' shades of indigo

Trapped without a reason

Weepin' shades of indigo

Liar, lawyer; mirror for ya', what's the difference?

Kangaroo be stoned. He's guilty as the government

Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo

Got lemon juice up in your eye, eye

Now when you pissed all over my black kettle

You must've been

High

High

High

High

Eyeballs deep in muddy waters

Your balls deep in muddy waters

Ganja, please

You must have been out your mind

[tinkabelle24]

To Build a Home

Chapter 15: Red-handed

A/N: I wanna thank @android-cap-007 once again for the amazing picture. I can never get enough of these. ❤️💚

TW! No trigger warnings.

Masterlist / Chapter 14

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Val awoke to the delightful smell of coffee.

Rolling over, she found Raph in the kitchen, preparing two mugs of it. He must've sensed her gaze as he immediately looked up from the kettle he was holding.

“Mornin’.” She detected the faintest smile on his lips as he nodded to her. “No, sorry – afternoon.”

The brunette shifted into a seated position. “What time is it?” She groggily asked, turning toward the window. The curtains were still drawn, but the light streaming in around them indicated the sun was rather high in the sky.

“'Bout midday,” Raph answered, splashing milk into one of the mugs (she liked hers milky – he didn’t) before returning the carton to the fridge.

“How long have you been up for?”

“Not long – ten minutes.” An apologetic look crossed the terrapin’s features as he gestured behind him, to her medicine box on the counter. “I hope ya don’t mind, I pinched a couple paracetamol; my head’s killin’ me...”

Boy, I wonder why...

“Lemon ginger tea should help with that. I think I have some...” Raph pulled a face and Val couldn’t help but giggle. “Protein helps, too.”

His grimace magically disappeared.

“Yeah, I figured you’d prefer that one...” The woman playfully rolled her eyes as she pushed the quilt to her ankles. It was getting quite warm under all these layers.

After a moment or two of awkward silence, Raph finally spoke. “I was a complete ass last night. I’m sorry...” He handed her her coffee, then gingerly took a seat opposite her with his own. “I tend to... overindulge on the drink. I was kinda hopin’ you’d never have to see me like that, heh... It ain’t a part of myself I’m particularly proud of...”

Val smiled reassuringly. “I’ve seen worse, don’t worry. My brother threw up on me once, when he was little; blew literal chunks all over my face, neck, shirt...” she shuddered. “So, yeah, you're good. Is there a reason for that, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“It helps with the noise – up here.” He tapped his temple.

“I understand,” she empathized. “I get that, too. She’s a real bitch, isn’t she?”

Raph chuckled as he lowered his gaze to her injured hand, carefully scooping it into his palm. “I’m sorry I yelled at you...” He caressed her bandaged knuckles with his thumb. “I was scared... I know it ain’t an excuse, but-”

“I know,” she replied gently. “I’m sorry, too... I should’ve just called you.”

“Never, ever do that again... please.”

“I promise.”

The pair shared a longing look, before the terrapin lifted his hand to the nape of her neck and pulled her close, touching her forehead with his.

“You’re gonna make me spill my drink,” she quipped, voice trembling. His touch lit her skin on fire.

“Put it down, then,” he murmured, lips growing dangerously close to hers.

You’re making this very, very difficult...

“Raph-”

“I love you.”

I definitely didn't imagine that one...

Val choked back a whimper as a confusing mixture of relief and despair washed over her. Hot tears pricked her eyes; unable to contain them, she rushed to cover her face.

Immediately setting his mug on the floor, Raph caught her face. She squeezed his eyes shut, afraid to meet his gaze. “Val. Hey – look at me,” he begged, wiping the tears from her grazed cheeks. “Please don’t hide from me...”

After a long, unsteady breath, she finally pried her eyes open. “I’m scared, Raph...” she admitted, shaking her head. “I don’t wanna lose you - I can’t. But I can’t keep sneaking around like this...”

“What about the conversation we had, about talkin’ to Leo?” Raph enquired gently. “What happened between then and last night?”

“I got stuck in my head; that's the best way I can describe it,” she explained, unwittingly tracing the rim of the mug sitting in her lap. “My fear of being a burden caused me to... b-become one.”

He looked disappointed. “Val, you aren’t a burden.”

“You were this close to exchanging fists with your brother,” Val pressed her thumb and forefinger together to substantiate her point. “I really don’t wanna put a wedge between you and Leo or any of your family, for that matter-”

“Leo and I’ve been havin’ issues way before you entered the scene.”

She shrugged helplessly. “Then I don’t wanna make things worse-”

“Val-” Raph’s gaze was burning into hers now. “If you keep doin’ what you’re doin’ - pushin’ me away, when it ain’t what you want – then I’m sorry, but you will be makin’ it worse. We can fix this; we can still have that talk.”

“...After what I did?”

“You don’t think I’ve ever done stupid shit like that?” The terrapin gestured to himself; brow ridges raised. “How’d ya think I ended up in that alley? I wasn’t copin’ so, as usual, I took off. No shell-cell, no radio – nothin’. I was half-cut when I tried apprehendin' those guys, and I almost died for it. I would’ve died, if it weren’t for you...”

Expression softening, he took her hands into his and brought them to his plastron. “My mind hasn’t changed, and I can guarantee you nobody else’s has, either. You’re family, now – my family - and there's nothin’ you can do or say that’ll change that. Whatever you need – it's yours.”

“Damn you,” Val laughed tearfully as Raph reached up to wipe more away. “How the heck am I supposed to compete with that?”

“That a ‘yes’, then?” He enquired, with a hopeful smile.

The brunette responded by leaning into his touch, lifting her good hand to his and squeezing gently. “Yes,” she nodded, returning the smile. “Okay... let’s do it.”

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After a long, tearful embrace, the couple tossed back their cold coffees then proceeded preparing their hangover-friendly ‘breakfast’ – bacon and eggs, with a side of garlic mushrooms (per the lady’s request).

Raph did the lion’s share of the cooking this time. Though she could use it, Val wasn’t nearly as proficient with her right hand as she was with her left.

“You can’t tell me that is better than this.” Raph gestured to Val’s mushrooms, then the skewered bacon on his fork. “Ya just can’t.”

“You don’t know what you’re missin’,” she teased, popping a forkful of the offending vegetable into her mouth.

“Garlic breath?”

“Hardy-har”

“You’ll be brushin’ your teeth before that mouth comes anywhere near me.”

“Oh, spare me - you can’t resist.”

“No,” Raph agreed, smiling amorously. “No, I can’t.”

Heat immediately rushed to Val’s cheeks and she lowered her gaze, grinning bashfully. Finally plucking up the courage to make a move, she gingerly rose to her feet and rounded the table; the terrapin’s curious gaze following her the entire way.

The moment her fingertips brushed his scales, Raph stood. She reached up to cup his face, then leaned in to plant a long, tender kiss on his lips. When he tugged her against him, he could feel her heart pounding.

“You okay?” He asked, when she finally pulled away.

Val smiled warmly. “I am now – are you okay?”

Raph smirked as he smacked his lips. “Mm... You’re lucky I like the taste of garlic-”

“Aw, piss off!” The brunette laughed, giving his plastron a playful shove. He silenced her with another kiss, before enveloping her in his arms. He missed her lips, but he missed this so much more.

“I better start getting ready to go...” Val groaned softly, lifting her head from Raph’s shoulder. “The sooner I get it done, the sooner I can come back.”

“You aren't working tonight – right?” The terrapin eyed her warily, hoping for a resounding no. It felt too soon.

She shook her head. “I thought about it, but I wouldn’t be much help without my good hand...”

Raph sighed inwardly, relieved. “That’s good- I-I mean, not good that you can’t use your hand... Y'know what I mean. What about tomorrow mornin'?”

“Same thing, unfortunately. I’ve got some leave saved, so I should be fine...” She delicately traced the bullet scar at his clavicle, a coy smile pulling at her lips. “Looks like my weekend’s been freed up... That being said, I’d like to use some of this time to talk to your family.”

“I’m sure we can arrange that."

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Val showered alone. It wasn’t that Raph didn’t want to join her; they agreed to take their relationship slow, at least until things calmed down. He did end up helping her dress though; it was too painful watching her struggle clasping her bra with only one hand.

“You’re welcome to anything in the fridge, pantry, whathaveyou... The projector and laptop’s just over there – go nuts. Or sleep, heh... Sorry, there’s not much to do here, compared to your place...”

“Don’t worry about it,” the terrapin insisted gently as he walked her to the door. “I’m sure I’ll find somethin’ to do. Your shower head’s leakin’. I might try fixin’ it, if you’re happy with that?”

Val turned to him with a grin. “Adding ‘plumber’ to the already extensive list of titles, are we?” She teased, reaching up to peck his lips. “My toolkit’s under the kitchen sink. You better not flood my apartment.”

“Yes, dear,” he chuckled.

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When Val mentioned ‘toolkit’, Raph admittedly only expected a couple screwdrivers and a hammer – a stupid and frankly sexist notion. He was (pleasantly) surprised to find her collection rivalled his own, save for the specialised tools he used for his bike.

It appears Mother Dearest is missin' her handyman... Handywoman? Handyp- ah, fuck it.

Everything was methodically arranged by size and function in a bright red cantilever box; it looked so good he was almost too afraid to touch anything.

The infernal drip-dropping of the shower head instilled in him the courage to push forward.

Raph identified the problem rather quickly - a worn rubber washer. Cheap as chips to fix; they likely already had one that would fit. He made a mental note to check once he returned home.

The terrapin was finishing up when a firm rapping on the front door froze him in place.

Shit.

Had Val been expecting visitors today? Did she forget?

…

…

…

*Knock, knock, knock!*

…

…

…

"Val?"

It was a woman.

"Val, it's Mol... Are you in?"

Not just any woman - the best friend.

"Please, tell me you're in there... I haven't heard from you since last night. I just wanna make sure you aren't dead."

That's really sweet...

Please tell her you ain't dead, Val... Quickly!!!

…

Raph's soul left his body when he heard the jangling of keys. Shit...

Shit, shit... FUCK!!!

She has a fucking key!!!

His eyes darted about the room to find somewhere, anywhere, to hide... Nothing.

Zip.

Zilch.

Nada.

A ninja with nowhere to hide... Leo better not get wind of this shit.

…

He heard the key turn in the mechanism, then a resounding CLICK.

…

Wait...

We wanted this.

It might not be the way we imagined, Val, but it's happening.

Right now.

Right fucking now.

Raph steeled himself as the door slowly creaked open and a tall, raven-haired woman stepped inside. She dressed all in black; every inch of exposed skin covered in vibrant watercolour tattoos. Though Val's was more athletic, he could easily tell where her overall style was derived from.

"Val, if I get your voicemail one more goddamn time, I'm gonna..."

The moment Molly's grey eyes laid upon the terrapin, she bolted.

So, so, so not good...

He intercepted her, slamming the door shut then throwing himself against it; hands shooting out in front of him in an effort to convey non-violence. "I ain't gonna hurtchya-"

The woman promptly brandished a cannister of pepper spray, aiming it at his face. Her finger was at the trigger when he knocked it from her grasp, using the offending hand to yank her back against his plastron. His right arm encircled her torso, pinning her upper arms and fixing her body in place, while his left hand clasped her mouth, muffling her screams.

It felt shitty, but he didn’t know what else to do...

"This must be incredibly confusin' for you, I'm sorry." Raph spoke slowly and clearly into her ear, so his words weren't drowned out by her struggling. "But I promise I ain't here to hurt you or Valerie. I just need you to listen. I need you to calm down. Please..."

At that, Molly's panicked breathing steadied slightly, and she loosened her grip on his arm.

"That's it. Alright, I'm gonna let you go now. Please, let me explain..."

Raph slowly released her and she pushed away, whirling around to face him. The look she levelled at him was one he'd seen a million times: equal parts fear, anger and confusion.

"How the fuck do you know Valerie?!" She growled. "And what the fuck are you doing in her apartment?! Where is she?! What the fuck are you?!"

'What' - not 'who' are you... As though he were a thing and not a living person with thoughts, feelings, and dreams.

It never gets easier...

"You must be Molly; Val's told me a lot about you. I'm sure you've heard'a me too... I'm Raph."

Molly gawked at him, eyes the size of dinner plates, as his words slowly sunk in. Then, finally, she exclaimed:

"WHAT?!"

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Masterlist / Chapter 16

@happymoonangel @miss-andromeda

[fuckeduplittlewhinybitch]

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life of an Angel Dust fictionkin!

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Bad things of the day:

Welp, today was... Something? Got called terrible things on discord by some bigoted fuckos, im talkin' kiwi farms lvl shit. Got told by my online mother to stop making everything bout' lust. Got told by an ragebait on discord that i was being "racist to straight people" for simply being gay as fuck *weep weep*

THE Awesome shit! :

Went on an shopping spree with my sis! Got some boba tea and sum other goodies! Saddly wasnt able to get my custon blitzø drink but thats fine! Had an awesome car ride where i could listen to music (Lemon Demon>>>>)

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Ok so now i just FINALY went to the bathroom after like 6382728282782828hrs or smth hsgsggsg. Would be way better than it alr was if blitz was watching or helping me whatever. That would be SO AWESOME!! Anyway i rlly love Blitzø

Random

Blud thinks its okay to laugh at me munching em' pills just bc im being fruity🙄✌

See ya in the next post✌🕸💗 :3

[saintsir4n]

12

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF ANXIETY AND VIOLENCE

1914

LEAVING the hospital, Eden adjusted her uniform and gathered the rest of her things.

She muttered a goodbye and nodded to the other nurses around her, who returned the gesture.

Celestine came up to her and discreetly squeezed her hands, "See ya at home love."

All Eden could do was muster up a smile, further worrying her mother.

Pushing past the doors, Eden wasn't surprised when she met with a familiar face.

Polly Gray.

Not saying a word, she took the younger woman's arm in hers and guided her towards the Watery Lane. Eden remained unaffected as they walked side by side, arms clinging together and heels smacking against the cobblestones.

When people saw Polly, they briskly moved out of the way, clearing a path allowing them to walk by without any trouble.

Eden could feel the Shelby Matriarch studying her, the bags under her tired eyes, the lack of colour on her face and the absence of her signature red lipstick.

Although it wasn't allowed at work, she knew the Dawkins woman would be quick to apply it as soon as she stepped out of the doors.

"Where's that smile of yours? People will think I'm holdin' you hostage."

"And if they did, they wouldn't say a word, would they?" Eden's hoarse voice caught Polly off guard.

The walk from the hospital wouldn't take long but Polly had questions.

"What happened to ya voice?"

"I lost it," Eden answered keeping her gaze to the cobbles.

Polly wasn't satisfied, "How?"

"Couldn't find it this morning," or in other words, she spent her nights crying.

"Enough with that cheek," Polly's stern voice caused Eden to sigh, "Tell Aunt Polly what's wrong."

Giving in, Eden stated, "Your nephew for starters."

"Gonna have to be more specific, can't be poor Finn who's got your voice sounding like Arthur's," Polly quipped, then received a sarcastic smile.

"Why, thank you."

"I've got just the remedy for the attitude and ya soar throat and no need to worry, no one's in."

Eden felt slightly better after hearing that, "That's a first."

"Oh, don't I know it."

—

"You know how exhausting it is to be Eden Dawkins?"

Polly stared at the Dawkins nurse, who was sitting on the couch, feeling nothing but empathy as she put down a cup full of honey and lemon for her to consume.

"How 'bout you tell me then, you've been silent since we've walked in," Polly retorted, leaning back in her chair with her cup of tea which had some whiskey in it. "It's worrying y'know? You're always talkin'. If it's not 'bout your books that you have your head stuck in, it's to do with your work."

"Not just those two," she murmured, before taking a sip of the drink, that soothed her throat.

"Oh right, can't forget that chocolate cake you're always obsessing over." Polly has heard countless times about how much the chocolate cake from the market down in Digbeth was one of her favourite things in the world.

Eden suppressed her smile, "It's nice cake."

"Believe me, I know," Polly said against her cup.

"You always know."

Raising a brow, Polly asked, "Tommy tell you that?"

"John did, Finn too," Eden replied, dismissing Tommy's name.

"My bloody nephews, but they're right, 'cause Polly Gray always finds out. Now why have you got the size of the Garrison under ya eyes?"

Eden let out a deep sigh, "You know why."

"Of course I know, I want to hear it from you," Polly noted each time the nurse shifted in on the couch.

She looked anxious or was it irritant?

"Thomas," Eden begrudgingly answered.

Polly hummed, "Stirrin' up trouble is what he does."

"I know."

Pursing her lips, Polly added, "And you knew that before you started messin' with 'im."

A bitter laugh escaped Eden, "So it's my fault?"

"Never said that so don't go puttin' words in my mouth," Polly warned, then took another sip of her tea.

"Then what you tryna say? I should expect 'im to make me cry, batter my friends if they get too close, make a scene?" Eden pressed, tilting her head.

"Yes."

"Wow."

Polly watched Eden subdue her simmering her rage by drinking, giving her time to explain.

"Because he's a man. Men kick, scream and shoot and as a woman, we clean up their messes, 'cause  if we didn't the world would fuckin' burn."

Placing her drink down, Eden asked, "And what if I want that?"

Polly was caught off guard by her question, "Then you're just like Tommy."

Eden couldn't scoff quicker, "I'm nothin' like 'im."

"Actin' on emotions, waving weapons 'bout like it's a bloody flag and kickin' and screamin' like you're hairs on fire?" Polly listed, smiling when Eden tensed up, "Yes, I heard all 'bout the incident, I was there when the truce was decided," Polly tried to not sound too amused, "few people have pulled a weapon on my nephew, think you're the only one he was afraid of when it happened."

"He's not afraid of me," Eden didn't think that was possible, she wasn't much to be scared of.

"Oh he is, come on Eden use that big brain of yours, he's scared, not for the reasons you think."

Disregarding her statement, Eden decided to ask, "Do you think women have to clean up after men?"

"We do because we have something they don't," Polly informed, putting her cup to the side

"Balls?"

Polly chuckled, "The ability to keep going."

Eden averted her gaze, "Sometimes I don't think I do."

"You do," Polly spoke with a hint of admiration.

"How do you do it?" Eden turned back to her,

There were days she just wanted everything to stop and she was barely an adult. Wondering how she would continue was a question she asked herself every time she got out of bed.

"Five children wouldn't 'ave been fed, cleaned and clothed if I didn't," Polly said sternly, then looked to the floor as a flood of memories breached her mind.

Memories of children, her kids, running up and down the lane along with her wild nephews and little niece, Arthur tossing little Michael out of the window and John putting him into a shoe box and kicking him up the lane, all while Tommy sat and chatted with little Anna. A smile wanted to form on her face but she wouldn't let it, because that's all that it was, memories, the past, even though she wanted it so desperately to be present.

Searching her dreams every night she prayed she would never find her children.

And if she did, she doubted if she could go on.

Straightening up her back, Polly looked at Eden.

"Before you two fell out –"

"-- Broke up –" Eden's correction fell on deaf ears.

"-- did Thomas say things when he slept?" Polly wondered, confusing the nurse.

"We haven't been together for a minute Polly," Eden answered, starting to think why she allowed the Shelby matriarch to bring her here, she should've gone home, considering it was almost five in the afternoon and she'd been working for nine hours.

Christ.

"Answer the question," Polly demanded in a light tone.

"I don't remember," Eden wanted to groan at the pointed look she received, "Fine he used to mutter and twitch in his sleep whenever he dreamt."

Polly's eyes grew wider, "Did he say what these dreams were about?"

"Polly..." Eden sighed, knowing that she would've given up, God these Shelbys are relentless, "he never said anything, but I heard him mutter stuff."

"What stuff?" Polly was now leaning forward, gesturing for her to go on.

Rubbing her forehead, Eden tried to remember, "Rokker I think, same three words, karo I think... fee or fi and nova?"

"Kařo, fi, nivă?" Polly corrected her with perfect pronunciation.

"I think so. Why?"

"Tommy and his dreams." Glee danced in Polly's eyes and Eden didn't understand why.

"I suppose."

"Remind me to read your tea leaves next time you're round," Polly didn't leave any room for argument.

Eden slowly nodded, "Okay."

Polly thought back to the images she saw whenever she stared at her second oldest nephew, A little girl with russet skin and sapphire eyes running through the fields trying to get to a large horse with a woman chasing her, both were happy and both were smiling.

It was similar to when Marta got with John, only with John she imagined a whole vardo full of children.

Kařo, fi, nivă. Horse, girl, field.

Polly was delighted, so very delighted, but the sombre look on Eden's face made her shake the thoughts... For now.

She wanted to get down to the issues at hand, wanting all the chaos to be put to bed.

"He doesn't trust me," When Eden spoke, emotions coated her voice.

Clanging her nails around the arm of her chair, Polly spoke softly, "He sees things like objects, if it's not his, he wants it and when he gets it, he tends to not let it go."

"Great so I'm a fuckin' toy to 'im," Eden didn't mean to snap.

"Watch that tone with me," Polly warned, seeing the regret in the younger woman's eyes, "and to answer your question, you have to show 'im why you're not a toy."

"If I forgive 'im," Eden pointed out and quickly shook her head at the look she got.

"Eden."

"Please don't say it," Eden whispered, looking down at her hands, trying not to pinch the skin around her fingers.

"I'm tellin' you this 'cause I know our Tommy, he has this essence... this potential that will bring something to this family, my family, the family I know you'll be part of someday. So you're gonna forgive 'im, Eden Dawkins."

Her shoulders slumped as she glanced up at the older woman, "Polly... what he did to my best friend --"

"I know what he did, forgivin' him don't mean forgettin', believe you me there's a huge fuckin' difference."

Eden sighed, recalling that Greta said the same thing to her not long ago, but she wondered, if she ever did something to hurt Tommy, would he forgive her?

"But--" she was cut off by the sound of someone storming into the house.

Tommy was quick to lean against the frame of the front room door, eyes zeroing the brown-skinned woman who looked away and sighed. He attempted to not let his eyes wander over her uniform, but it was so hard.

Polly sat back, feeling the tension rise in the room, Eden's hurt demeanour immediately morphed into crabby.

"Your mum said you were here," Tommy finally spoke, shooting a look at his fascinated aunt.

Eden's head snapped toward him, "And how would my mum know that?"

Tommy's eyes softened at her sore, just as he was about to ask what happened to it, his aunt interrupted.

"I told her, caught Celestine on her lunch break, " Polly informed, unaffected by the scowl on Eden's face.

"Right."

Tommy couldn't help but snicker at his ex-girlfriend.

"What's so funny?" Eden grew aggravated, by his presence, his eyes, the way he looked good leaning against the door frame.

"You can come to mine, but I get kicked out if I step a foot in yours?"

Eden was quick to nod, "Pretty much, yeah."

Tommy stepped into the room and asked, "What happened to ya voice?"

Eden made a face, "None of your business."

"It is my business, you're my business," he argued, eying her.

Polly scoffed at the pair, believing they thrived off arguing. Eden challenged Tommy in ways she hadn't seen before, it was annoyingly entertaining to watch.

Eden rubbed her temples, ignoring when he checked the cup she was drinking, instead, she faced Polly once more.

"I haven't got the energy to argue with 'im," she gritted out, disregarding the mirth swimming in his eyes.

"And you think I do?" Polly retorted.

"You've been doing it for twenty-two years."

"And you'll be doing it for twenty-two more."

It was Eden's turn to scoff, "Not bloody likely."

Polly snorted at the glare Tommy sent her.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" he asked, sounding irritable.

She gesticulated, "We're not together anymore."

"Y'sure about that?" Polly mused, eyes flickering between the bickering pair.

"I'm sure," Eden said just as Tommy countered, "She's not sure."

"Pol," Tommy sent his aunt a pleading look, for her to leave the room, which she didn't take note of, so instead he turned back to Eden in defeat, "Has Changretta talked to you yet?"

"And why would you care?" Eden used her anger as a facade.

Enzo hadn't responded to her letters she ended up writing as Dorris informed her that he didn't want to see her just yet.

"You said he hadn't before," Tommy continued, unaffected by her attitude, just curious if they were in contact. Judging from her appearance, she hadn't been getting any sleep and he knew he was one of the reasons for that.

Folding her arms, she glared up at him, "And I bet you're loving that."

"Fuck sakes Eden."

"What, you are, you hate whenever I was with 'im, even though were just friends."

"Bet he hated that," Tommy's tone lowered, much to the women's annoyance.

"Blind as a bat, you are Thomas," Polly spoke, fully amused.

Tommy ran his hands throw his hair, "I don't need it from you, for the tenth day in a row Pol."

"Just friends or at least were," Eden sounded very hurt.

"Wouldn't be any more than that, the boy isn't interested in little Eden over here, or any other girls if you must know."

Polly's words stunned the ex-couple.

"Polly!" Eden screeched, jumping out of her seat.

"What?" she recalled the day she saw Enzo heatedly staring at some boy in the market she visited one day.

"You can't just go 'round saying that," Eden was too busy stressing out, she didn't account for Tommy who continued reeling at his aunt's statement.

"Tommy hasn't got an issue with someone's sexual orientation do ya? Or I haven't rasied you right," Polly noticed how confused and surprised his nephew seemed.

Tommy's eyes flickered between the two women, knowing what was said was true, which only meant that all the times he suspected the was something going on between Enzo and Eden, or that Enzo wanted Eden, all the touches, hugs, cheek kisses... they were platonic, they were just friends.

And he assaulted Lorenzo Changretta for no reason, none at all.

"It's not right, to just say somethin' like that Polly, he wouldn't want that," Eden eventually settled back into her seat, fiddling with her hands as Polly rose from her chair.

"Now you, my dear nephew can cut that poor boy some slack," she nudged Tommy onto the couch, "I'll leave you two and go and start on our tea."

The door shut.

Eden gulped, too busy thinking about how Enzo would react to his secret being exposed, would he blame me? What if he thought I told everyone, he would hate me even more.

Tommy's eyes never left her, her anxious fingers beckoned his hand to soothe and calm her as she did for him, but it was too soon. Far too soon.

So taking out a cigarette, Tommy begrudgingly lit it, hoping she would've done it instead, but no. It was the closest he'd been to her in days, her body screamed for him to hold, caress and worship. His lips yearned for hers, just like his every being craved to be with her all the time.

Oh, how he could not be in love with Eden Dawkins.

"Changretta likes blokes," he said as the smoke escaped his lips.

Eden's jaw clenched, "Don't, Thomas."

"He doesn't like girls," he spoke aloud, coming to terms with the fact.

"Can't believe Polly said that – or told you, Enzo could get killed for the speculation," Eden stressed, turning to him.

"She won't tell anyone."

"And will you?" she asked, earning an offended look, "what?"

"I'm no grass," Tommy took another drag, "and I'm not gonna judge 'im for having a preference."

"But you battered 'im, Thomas," Eden rushed out.

"I was wrong about that. I know he doesn't fancy ya now."

"So if he did, it would be fine," she sneered.

He rolled his eyes, "That's not what I'm tryna say alright?"

Her jittering hands caught his eye, he offered her the cigarette and surprisingly she took it, and quickly inhaled the tobacco.

Tommy watched the smoke drift from her lips and up to her nose in awe.

"Do you think I would care that he fancies men?" he questioned, senselessly shifting closer.

"I don't know."

"He can stick his cock anywhere as long it's not you," he muttered thoughtlessly.

Eden grimaced, "How romantic."

Tommy hastily pulled out the necklace again, earning a groan from Eden, knowing what he was about to say.

"Put it on."

"You can keep the necklace, my neck is doing fine without it," Eden sassed, knocking the ash into the ashtray he brought to her.

"How It's bear?" he stressed, eyes dropping to her neck.

"So what?"

"You kept the journal," he remarked, annoyed that she wouldn't keep the necklace.

She shrugged, "You left it at mine."

"You didn't have a problem putting the necklace back in my pocket," he pointed out, nevertheless, his nervousness was getting to him, "I was impressed."

"'Course you were."

"Just put it on," his throat was starting to get dry.

"Why?!" she yelled.

"So you'll be safe alright?!" he yelled back and it was then that Eden noticed the worry in his eyes, "I need you to be safe so put it on, can't have anythin' happenin' to you because it's not on your person."

"I'm fine," she said, tone softer than before. 

Tommy shook his head, "Please, just keep it on you even if you don't want to wear it."

It's because of his mum, Eden recalled all the times Tommy told her why he believed his mother took her own life and the fact she took off the necklace was one of them. Fuck.

Eden swallowed the not forming in her throat and looked at the necklace in his hand as she put out the rest of the cigarette.

"Please..." she heard him whisper.

"If I put it in it means you're forgiven."

"It means you put it on."

"I'm not putting it on," she said calmly, seeing the emotions flood his eyes, "You can't force me, I'll do what I want when I decide, not you."

Eden coyly looked up at him as he reluctantly placed it back in his pocket.

He wouldn't be able to breathe steadily until it was around her perfect little neck and she knew that she's not forgiven you, she's nowhere close.

"Thomas..."

"Tommy," he tried to get her to say, but she wouldn't.

"You said I make your head spin," she said calmly, recalling his past words.

"I wasn't lyin'. You make my head spin. That's good,  I can't stand the silence," he spoke reassuringly. "The last thing I want is silence."

Eden nodded, "Right."

"What happened to your voice?" he had to know.

Eden softly shrugged, "Lost it."

"Couldn't find it this mornin' ey?" he joked, nearly putting a smile on her face, "how did you lose it?"

"Cryin'." she told him, his amusement faded, "just for a few nights."

"Because of me?" he dared to ask, seeing her lips move hesitantly.

"Yes, and other reasons, things that have been on my mind for a while."

Enzo, he knew she wanted to say, only causing his guilt to spread.

Tommy placed his hand on top of hers, seeing her fingers twitch in anxiousness, but moved away.

"Come to my room – no funny business," he promised after catching her eyes narrowing, "I need to tell ya somethin' — please Edie, won't take long."

There it was again, Edie, he said it for the second time, almost to compel her to agree.

And she didn't.

"Say what you wanna say 'ere, the doors shut, only your aunt's in. I'm not leavin' this room."

She stared at him, waiting for what he was going to say.

"You never let me answer your question y'know," referencing their last sorrow-filled interaction, "Why I won't let ya go. I'll tell you why. I spent days sittin' on Shadow — he misses you —, anyways, when I'm riding or even trotting through fields, needin' to find the highest place in Birmingham, to reach the highest sights so I can look over everythin', be above everythin', like a King. And once I found it, the highest place in the city all I could think of was you. You being beside me... sitting in front of me on that horse overlookin' the city like a Queen, my Queen. That is why I stay with you because that's what I see in you, I won't stop. I treated you like shit and I'm sorry, I can't take it back no matter how much I wish to. And I know you don't think so, but I trust you, with my life and in our relationships. Now, since you're a Queen I'll get down on my knees to prove to you how sorry I am."

"You'll get on ya knees?" she asked, completely choked up from all he said, his dreams, and aspirations all included her and she didn't know how to feel or what to do.

She started the day, no way close to forgiving him, but his speech made her want to, just a little bit. 

"For you, I will," he promised, already thinking about getting down on his knees for her.

"Do it."

As soon as the words were spoken, Tommy lowered himself to his knees in front of her, stunning her.

"I was right to prioritise you," he continued, "if its time, love and effort you want, I'll give it to you. I know I'm not a patient man, not always, but I will be I'll try to be alright. Can't happen overnight burn I promise it'll happen."

He waited for her to say something, anything at all, but nothing came.

It drove his nerves up the wall.

"You owe me nothin', but I want this to work. I can't apologise to Changretta because the truce won't let me onto his territory, not for a while, but if you ask me to do anything else, pride aside and all, I'll do it. Tell me what you want love."

Eden didn't know what to say... its a first and she knew it.

There were a lot of things, he had to do for her to willingly get back with him, but there was a list of things she needed before she agreed to anything at all.

So she said,

"Time Thomas," she said definitively, "that's what I need."

He smiled,he'd guess that was progress.

"Then it's time I'll give you."

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a/n:

polly highkey just outed enzo... christ. (the way ada did the same in canon to her friend james) i was going to say "back then" but now even now people get killed for not being straight or cisgendered.

everyone wants eden to forgive tommy as if he hasn't hurt her and its tough because wherever she goes a shelby will be there. just wanted to highlight the lack of options most women had back then, they just had to deal with their issues privately and just had to keep going. eden is clearly struggling but is expected to bounce back. polly wasn't trying to dismiss her feelings but she was basically saying what's expected of her.

don't worry tommy hasn't been forgiven just yet, which is why I didn't let her put on the necklace, i mean i would never get back with him after he put hands on my best friend, but eden's not me.

[themostsanebug]

Oliverrrr,, it's me, the DEVIL! I'm here to convince you to do SIN!

Come with me, steal candy from babies AND small businesses! I'm not talkin bout Walmart

IM BITING YPU LEMON

CHOMP CHOMP NOM NOM 😋😋😋 /vpos

[arabaka]

Making a giant “fishbowl cocktail” and upon realizing you can’t finish the whole thing phoning Reigen and Seri at some weird hour on a weekend like “hey y’all wanna get drunk and watch cheesy movies” (I made a giant strawberry mojito earlier to share with my bf but we weren’t too thirsty tonight and now it’s just a big boozy bowl of regret on my coffee table)

*₊˚💬୧ AHAHAHAHAHA that has definitely happened to me before... don't look too closely but i, a rat, snuck into your place and finished it off

TW: ALCOHOL

reigen can barely handle a lemon sour so i don't think he'll jump at the drink, but you'll definitely win him over with the promise of a corny flick! and seri will want to go over just in case, to make sure you're okay <3 so much like irl, the drink will largely be forgotten bc y'all will be having too much fun watching bad movies, one after the other!!! but oh my god. as someone who has left drunk voice messages/voicemails... i can just imagine.

"sherriiii," the sounds of you flopping around muffle the microphone as you try to get into a prime comfortable position, "you need to come ov'r and try this!!!! i'm pooositive you can handle it. it's HUGE!!! like you- but ah, uh not in- i'm not talkin' bout- i- bye!!!!"

one call down. the next-

"REIGEN !!! reigen, reigen, reigen. you like fruits right? fruits in yer drinkss... you need to try this!! but 'm not lettin' you go home after... uh- hah, you can sleep in my room- uh, hold on... um. just come over pleaseee we can watch that movie you won't shut up about!! oh s'rry, wassat mean? i dunno... come quick, 'kay bye!!!!"

[timelessxmemories]

tumblr ate our response ask so tldr im walk of shaming tony 👍🏽 -@polisheddd

I did nothing. -TM

‘cept his dad -crow

CROW SHUT UP!!!! -@polisheddd

Ahhhh, I see.... I wish ya all luck for that! -Tangerine

This man has no idea what he's talkin' about, sorry bout him. -Lemon

[human-antithesis]

The Pot

Who are you to wave your finger? You must have been out of your head Eye hole deep in muddy waters You practically raised the dead

Rob the grave to snow the cradle Then burn the evidence down Soapbox, house of cards and glass So don't go tossin' your stones around

You must have been high You must have been high You must have been

Foot in mouth and head up ass So what you talkin' 'bout? Difficult to dance 'round this one 'Til you pull it out, boy!

You must have been so high You must have been so high

Steal, borrow, refer, save your shady inference Kangaroo done hung the jury with the innocent

Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo Got lemon juice up in your eye When you pissed all over my black kettle You must have been high, high You must have been high, high

Who are you to wave your finger? So full of it Eyeballs deep in muddy waters Fuckin' hypocrite

Liar, lawyer, mirror, show me what's the difference? Kangaroo done hung the guilty with the innocent

Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo Got lemon juice up in your eye, eye When you pissed all over my black kettle You must've been!

So who are you to wave your finger? Who are you to wave your fatty fingers at me? You must have been out your mind!

Weepin' shades of indigo shed without a reason Weepin' shades of indigo

Liar, lawyer, mirror for you, what's the difference? Kangaroo be stoned. He's guilty as the government

Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo Got lemon juice up in your eye, eye! Now when you pissed all over my black kettle You must've been high, high, high, high

Eyeballs deep in muddy waters Your balls deep in muddy waters Ganja, please, you must have been out your mind!

[foxtriestobiteandmaimandkilland]

i need to get faggier i talk abt women a lot and i need to show how much i love men as well. i need to be like the gay fuckers from any fantasy story who would live n die for each other all the while actin like they r so heterosexual and totally dont let their gazes linger justtt a bit too much when sayi g goodnight. need to be like pirates on a crew who havent seen a women in months and are exchanging glances with the deckhand. do u think i could b a siren id b a nic e one i swear. need some dumb fuckin boy to trip over his feet and stumble over every word n spend hours talkin bout some nerdy ass obsession that makes me fall in love w him. i need the kinda boy that is somehow top of his math class and yet cannot figure out like. some. fufkin erm. simpe problem like. shit maybe im.the dumb boy idk how to think of an example. those guys from.that oen thing like. what fruit is named after a colour. starfruit. lemon. that one .

[petervc88]

Cappelle Calling - 12 februari 2024

Net als vorige week liet ik luisteraars stemmen voor de LP van de Week. Het debuutalbum van Tracy Chapman uit 1988 won het van 'Under The Pink' van Tori Amos, maar speciaal voor criticaster en zelfbenoemd radiobaas Ton van Hoof draaide ik ook nog een nummer van dat album. De DisCovered was een nieuwe cover van een soulklassieker, en de Filmplaat was het meest recente Beatlesnummer dat in een nieuwe film is te horen. Vanwege de aankondiging van het concert van AC/DC op 5 juni opende ik maar even met een klassieker van hun.

Terugluisteren kan hier.

Dit was de playlist:

Uur 1:

AC/DC - Highway to Hell Super db - Hard Drivin' The Doobie Brothers - Takin' It To The Streets Tracy Chapman - Talkin' Bout A Revolution (LP van de Week) Tori Amos - Cornflake Girl Michelle David & the True-tones - Brothers & Sisters Bruce Cockburn - If I Had A Rocket Launcher The Black Keys - I Forgot To Be Your Lover (DisCovered) Van Morrison - Have I Told You Lately? The Beatles - Now And Then (Filmplaat - uit 'Argylle') The Doors - Break On Through (To The Other Side) girl in red - Too Much Tracy Chapman - Fast Car (LP van de Week)

Uur 2:

Franz Ferdinand - This Fire The Lemon Twigs - They Don't Know How To Fall In Place Tracy Chapman - Baby Can I Hold You (LP van de Week) The 1975 - Now Is The Hour William Bell - I Forgot To Be Your Lover (DisCovered) Mell & Vintage Future - Crazy Tracy Chapman - Why? (LP van de Week) Elle Coves - Born To Lose The Spinners - Working My Way Back To You / Forgive Me Girl Maggie Rogers - Don't Forget Me Tracy Chapman - For My Lover (LP van de Week) Meis - Spijt Spinvis - Kom Terug Nils Lofgren - Valentine

Cappelle Calling is iedere maandagavond van 20:00 t/m 22:00 te horen op Radio 90FM. Iedere woensdagmiddag wordt de uitzending herhaald van 18:00 tot 20:00. Suggesties voor DisCovered of De Filmplaat zijn welkom via de Facebookpagina van het programma of via cappellecalling@gmail.com.

[betamash]

Thanks for the tag, oats! I have a very cool playlist I made full of Patton and Logan songs, so here's my 2024 look!

January - Oh Ana by Mother Mother

February - One Big Beautiful Sound by Johnny Manchild and the Poor Bastards

March - Sugar Cloud from Ride the Cyclone

April - Best Tears by The Happy Fits

May - Artificial Heart by Jonathan Coulton

June - Talkin' Bout by Thumpasaurus

July - O My Heart by Mother Mother

August - Misery Fell by Tally Hall

September - Eighth Wonder by Lemon Demon

October - My Type by Saint Motel

November - As Your Father I Expressly Forbid It by Lemon Demon

December - Infinitesimal by Mother Mother

My year will be pretty sad I guess :(

@randomnerd737 @logan-the-artist

i wanna start a tag game so: let your spotify predict your 2024!

shuffle your on repeat playlist, and the first twelve songs represent your 2024

january- guns and ships- hamilton (idek what this could represent but okay)

february- we fell in love in october- girl in red (PLEASE)

march- say no to this- hamilton (…i have nothing to say about this)

april- castles crumbling- taylor swift ft hayley williams (damnit sad month then?)

may- you’re losing me- taylor swift (FUCK TWO SAD MONTHS?? breakup songs are even worse now that im actually in a relationship. please. better not be accurate)

june- astronomy- conan gray (please stop why am i having so many sad songs)

july- stoned- ed sheeran (oh fuck this)

august- new year’s day- taylor swift (hm okay. idk what to say about this)

september- heather- conan gray (i consider heather to be a happy song AND it’s mine and my partners song so i’m taking this as a good one)

october- 18- one direction (yessss we’re going okay now)

november- king of my heart- taylor swift (YESSS)

december- all too well (ten minute version)- taylor swift (i take it back ugh)

no pressure tags!!- @autumnleavesforwinter @weeping-in-the-willows @swiftieannah @felizusnavidad @jittyjames @anixknowsnothin (please help me get this off the ground, but also if this flops you saw nothing)

[megabadbunny]

What are your favorite nsfw Tentoo x Rose headcanons? 😏

HRRRRRNG IDEK I JUST LIKE KNOWING THEY’RE BOTH GETTING SOME

but more specifically...hmm, lemme think. 

Okay so personally even though I have definitely enjoyed my share of nsfw stories featuring Rose with Nine or Ten, my personal headcanon is that Rose and the Doctor didn’t actually have sex until some time after he came over to Pete’s World. Not only because it builds up that nice UST but because like. While Rose is a little better about it, both she and the Doctor are allergic to being vulnerable, and true romantic/loving/physical intimacy involves an amount of vulnerability that I don’t think either of them are even willing to consider in series one and two. So one of my favorite lemony headcanons is simply that after Journey’s End it takes time for both of them to get to know each other again, to familiarize themselves with all the changes they’ve both undergone throughout the years, before they take the trip to Bonesville, population: 2. And then we get that juicy juicy slow-burny longing-filled deliciously frustrating UST (yas yas gimme that gimme That Good Shit TM)

I also feel like, yes, they both find sex to be extremely physically satisfying, but there’s an emotional closeness that they both appreciate as well. I mean, tbh at first I imagine the emotional closeness kind of freaks them both out a little, lol. (Again, vulnerability = scary.) But over time they both come to crave the emotional closeness as much as the physical. Sometimes I imagine the sex verges on a little desperate, like they’re both desperate to drive out the memory of losing each other, or the fear that it’ll happen again.

On a lighter note, in the earlier days of The Sexening, Rose strikes me as the type to generally take the lead, but the Doctor is an extremely willing, enthusiastic, and considerate participant XD and as they get more comfortable with each other, the Doctor grows more confident about taking charge sometimes. They’re definitely both game for experimenting and trying new things when the mood strikes, and of course not everything they try is a keeper, but there are definitely some exciting new things that end up joining the regular roster. That being said, I’d imagine they’re both pretty happy with fluffy happy vanilla stuff as well. (I mean really who doesn’t like vanilla? It’s a classic for a reason XD)

I think Rose sometimes gets a little self-conscious about stuff like body hair even though. Like. The Doctor physically could not care less about whether or not she has body hair lolol. Rose probably also has to resist the urge to smack him when he suddenly becomes Doctor Science in the bedroom (Please stop talking about the physical components of a climax and just make me come already etc.). Not to mention, when the Doctor’s hyperfixating on something in his lab at UNIT, Rose could be prancing around naked and he wouldn’t even notice. Sometimes she pretty much just has to sit in his lap and start snogging him to get his attention (not that he minds, except he’s very busy right now, Rose, although that does feel very nice doesn’t it, and actually it turns out he doesn’t mind, not at all, probably time for a break anyway) and subsequently they are sure to install a very reliable remote-activated lock on his lab door, lol. I also feel like Rose really enjoys lingerie, not just because it’s extremely gratifying to see the Doctor’s brain functions halt to a stop, but because she just feels so goddamn sexy in it. That being said, there’s nothing quite like the satisfaction of hurriedly ripping off each other’s regular clothes, or being so overwhelmed with need that they don’t take off anything but the essentials, or don’t take off anything at all.

Also they’re both big fans of lap sex. Just fyi.

:D

[ask-chef-teruteru]

What do you think you’re life would be like if Junko wasn’t around? If you got to be a normal high schooler and be a regular kid? Would you still be doing a fake accent to blend in with Cityslickers? Would you be in some high chain restaurant as the top chef?

In stark contrast to Teruteru’s usual jubilant, charismatic, profess-love-to-all-who-have-ears-to-hear approach to a great deal of questions directed at him, he’d instead confined himself to a much more private locale. The sort of enthusiasm that would prompt him to set about answering without any prior thought was nowhere to be found. Rather than being on his feet, swaying or bouncing ever so slightly on the balls of his heels in preparation to return to his kitchen should a new order be placed, he was seated. Though a clear effort was being put forth to simply keep his hands clasped on his lap, they always wanted to stray to fiddle with the ends of his kerchief as though even unconsciously he wanted to devote as little focus to the question as possible.

That wouldn’t have been a lie.

Finally, after several beats of silence, he heaved a sigh and, again, made the attempt to stop his hands from fidgeting.

“I didn’t want to answer this one. I... I still don’t want to...” he trailed off, giving himself a little bit of grace before steeling his nerves and continuing. Water. He should have gotten a bottle of water before committing to this. Hardly a word spoken and his throat already felt far too dry.

“I don’t want to, but I think that’s why I’m gonna. Why I should. Talkin’ these things out is supposed to be helpful, right? Therapeutic? I— I do want to be able to— to talk about things like this. Ain’t exactly ever worked out before, but...”

Why was this already so difficult? This one wasn’t even the most challenging of things he’d ever been asked, no, not hardly. Intending to gesture with a hand when he next spoke, he was stopped by his kerchief being wound about one of his fingers. Face flushing a little, he rolled his eyes at the feeling of foolishness that piled itself on top of every other negative thing he was feeling. Fine. It was just gonna be one of those talks. The chef removed the red fabric from around his neck and resigned to wringing it in his hands.

“I think I can do it this time. Talk, I mean. I can’t, um. Can’t promise I’ll make it through without tearin’ up a lil’—” he raised his neckerchief up for effect “—that’s what this is for, eh heheh, so... So I’m prepared. It’s fine. I keep sayin’ I’m gonna get better ‘bout this kinda thing n’ then I don’t do it, so... That’s what we’re doin’ right now. I’m just gonna take this one part at a time.

I... Can’t stress to ya enough that I ain’t tryin’ to sound arrogant when I say Hope’s Peak was the last lil’ bit o’ work I needed to put in to make a major success outta myself. The talent’s all there, the work ethic’s all there, the passion’s all there; all I needed was to get my name out there, make some important people start carin’ ‘bout what I had to offer. Earnin’ my Michelin stars got me some attention, sure, but a lil’ family diner in the middle o’ nowhere wasn’t— wasnt... Good enough to keep that attention. Lettin’ the quality of the dishes speak for itself n’ lettin’ me speak the way I was raised up to speak didn’t cut it. Future of the culinary arts be damned, nobody wanted some podunk cook to be holdin’ his own against the chefs in the kinds o’ fancy places the likes o’ which people propose in n’ expect violin music to complement their vintage bottles of Chardonnay. So I changed.

Would I have kept up that lil’ charade after my future was secured? Maybe so, maybe not. Ya get used to talkin’ a certain way when it’s to save yourself some hardships n’ ridicule. Maybe there’s a good chance I’d still be talkin’ without any accent to speak of if it meant blendin’ in better with the crowd I wanna keep; can’t even say I never tried to keep up appearances here before I got people on my case about it. End o’ the day, it... Doesn’t actually matter.”

He laughed a little, a humorless sound though it was.

“Heh... Funny you should say that as though that’d be the worst thing in the world. Did ya know there ain’t actually— ain’t actually much I—that—that I wouldn’t give to have gotten to live the life I missed out on? To not have gotten roped into all that mess? To not be responsible for that damn Tragedy? To not— to not know what I’m capable of when I can’t blame despair?”

Shaking. His hands were shaking and his breath hitched and despite how hard he bit his lip to try to keep from crying, the taste of copper strong in his mouth, tears finally spilled over and left wet tracks down his cheeks.

The already diminutively sized chef forgot all about his kerchief that he’d removed for this very occasion, burying his face in his hands instead and brought his knees to his chest, making himself even smaller. As though he wanted to hide— to be all alone with his guilt— to disappear entirely perhaps.

“It doesn’t matter who I could’ve been, what I could’ve accomplished, I— I— I lost damn near a quarter of— of my whole fuckin’ life and—and what? You’ve got—”

He huffed, looking back up, angry. Disgusted. He ran his kerchief across both of his eyes in one swift motion, serving to only make them redder.

“—you’ve got no idea what it’s like! It doesn’t matter what life coulda been like if I ever got a chance��� it doesn’t even matter now! Now that I got another one! Do you think I feel happy, feel comfortable, feel safe knowin’ that everybody knows that I was so easily swayed to turn my back on— on everybody I ever loved? Everybody I ever cared about? Everything that did matter? Think I’m layin’ in bed every night havin’ wet dreams ‘bout how generous the Future Foundation was—how— how grateful I am that I woke up again after murderin’ somebody I cared about? How I woulda let all the rest of ‘em—friends of mine— get executed ‘stead o’ me? How people stop me on the streets hurtin’, wantin’ some kinda closure over— over their lives bein’ destroyed and I can’t even recollect what I did to ‘em?”

Being angry felt no better than being sad, and with his throat feeling more than a little ragged from yelling, he found that angry and sad was worst of them all. Stupid. It was stupid to give dreamlike ‘what if’s' any thought; it was stupid to seriously picture the thought of so much as brushing his fingertips against the success that would’ve been well within his grasp once upon a time; and most of all, he was stupid for thinking that it was ever going to get any easier.

Adamant to ignore the way his hands insisted on shaking and the way he couldn’t quite keep himself from sniveling even more, yet lacking the resolve to make eye contact after an outburst like that, Teruteru directed as much of his concentration as he could into the task of securing his kerchief around his neck as though nothing had happened and that he was returning to an utterly unremarkable day.

That’s exactly what he planned on doing after all.

“... Do me a favor, hon’, forget I said anything. Just... Just come back another day n’ I’ll spin as many hypotheticals for ya as you could possibly want. Order anything off the menu that you like, free of charge for the inconvenience. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I really should be headin’ back to my kitchen.”

[peachysunbeamandmidnightblossom]

If Link has that kind of bidet conversation with strangers, you know he’ll have talked about it in depth with Rhett and Stevie. Maybe that’s where the rimming joke came from.

Stevie: Why do you have to clean the inside of your butt? That’s not nessesary

Link: Well, it’s nessesary for some things...

Rhett & Stevie: 👀

-or-

Link: When it wiggles it feels nice

Stevie: So you like getting rimmed by your bidet?!?