augustghosts

[augustghosts]

you’ve heard of dad’s best friend joel, may i introduce to you…dad’s best friend tommy 🎀🕯️🩰🦢

#the way i wrote this and it got like 6 notes and i got embarrassed and deleted it #💔

[augustghosts]

Fool For You (David Von Erich x Reader x Kerry Von Erich)

Words: 4,046

Summary: A tale old as time; an angsty love triangle. Requested by @richiejerimovichh ! Thanks for being patient hun!

“Oh, finally. Y/N’s here!” You could hear in the distance as you walked up the long Von Erich dirt driveway. You already wore a grin on your face as you heard a scuffle of shoes approaching like a pack of wild animals. 

It was hard to really explain how you found yourself as an unofficial member of the Von Erich clan. Really, it had more to do with vicinity; your parents knew Fritz and Doris and you went to the same school as all the brothers. You were at the Sportatorium for every show, like most of your old classmates, and even got a job there taking tickets after your senior year. That turned into becoming a member of the office, which turned into befriending the Von Erichs, which turned into late night burger joints and shakes and family dinners. Pretty soon, you were letting yourself into their home and getting greeted just like any other family member.

Mike had been the voice you heard, and the relief was evident all over his face; he and his brothers had been playing football and you were–hopefully–his way out.

“I’m so happy to see you.” He told you breathlessly, nearly falling into your arms. You laughed as you hugged him back, steadying him on his feet.

“This ain’t over yet, Mike.” Kevin warned, giving his brother a playful push so he could hug you in greeting next. “Dave and I ain’t done with you and Kerry yet. Hey, Y/N. Did you pick up a movie for movie night?”

“Kevin, movie night isn’t until a few more days. I’ve got time! Can’t you take it one day at a time like the rest of us?” You teased, making Mike laugh. “So, I see I’m just in time. Who’s winning?”

“Who do you think?” David was approaching quickly, a bright light in his eyes, eyes that were locked solely on you. Just the sight of him set a swarm of butterflies loose in your chest. “I sure am glad to see your pretty face. It’s a sight for sore eyes around here.” He said just before he swept you up into a hug that brought you off your feet. 

Where to start with David…and where did it end?

Kevin was like the older brother you always wanted, always keeping you dutifully on your toes and there for you with advice when you needed it. Mike was like the baby brother you always wanted, and he looked to you for the advice and comfort. It was the best of both worlds. But David…

David was just so funny and charismatic. He had a quiet assuredness to him that you always admired. So, the fact that he always seemed to have his eyes on you made your heart skip a beat. The passenger’s seat in his truck was your designated seat; he wouldn’t let anyone else have it. If ever you and his brothers went anywhere, it was unspoken that you were riding with him. He saved you a seat at the dinner table next to him, his coat was the one offered if you got chilly. 

And yet, despite all of that, despite him constantly driving you home and spending any spare chance he got in your office while you worked, that seemed to be all it was. Sure, there were lingering looks. His hand touching yours a second too long. He had drunkenly kissed your cheek an inch from your mouth one night, but any solid admittance of romantic feelings? There was none.

So were you wrong in thinking maybe there was more to it? Maybe. Did it stop you from hoping? Not a chance. And if that made you foolish, then you were the biggest fool.

“You won’t be winning for long.” Another voice brought you out of your thoughts. You glanced over David’s shoulder and finally saw Kerry, who, curiously, also only eyed you. 

“Shoot. Wanna bet, brother?” David said, almost reluctantly placing you back on the ground. Kerry approached you and gave you a tight hug, one that lingered longer than you were expecting.

“Hey, Y/N. Missed you.” He murmured softly, close to your ear. It sent a shiver up your spine.

“Hey, Kerry.” You replied, left mystified as he finally let go. The touch of his skin left yours tingling. You weren’t quite sure if you were imagining the glare on David’s features.

“Are you joining us, Y/N?” Mike asked hopefully. You managed to smile again, shaking off the last interaction. 

“No, sorry, buddy. I’m gonna help your mom set up dinner. Kev, is Pam comin’?” Kevin nodded in the affirmative. You turned to Kerry. “What about Becky?” 

Becky was Kerry’s most recent girlfriend. You had only met her once, the first time he had brought her around the family. She was beautiful, such a vibrant bubbly person that made you just want to be a better person. Kerry looked away at your question.

“Nah. We’re not together anymore.” His response was quiet. It felt like tripping into a hidden hole in the grass and you wished you hadn’t asked.

“Oh…I’m sorry to hear that.” You replied. Kerry now looked right at you, his eyes clear.

“Don’t be.” You blinked. Now, you were certain the glare on David’s face was real.

“C’mon! Less chit chat, let’s finish this game.” David interrupted gruffly. You left them to their game, chuckling a little at the exasperation on Mike’s face. 

After dinner, once you finally convinced Doris to let you do the dishes and shooed off Pam to enjoy some of Kevin’s company, you were scrubbing plates in a comfortable silence. 

“You know, it goes by faster if two people do it.” You gasped and dropped the plate you were holding into the suds and water.

“Kerry? Don’t scare me like that!” You scolded. He approached your side with a chuckle, leaning against the counter. “I’m all good, really. Don’t you and your brothers have a show to be preparing for?”

“Exactly. We’re leaving in an hour. You’re coming to watch, right?” You gave a nod. “Okay, so let’s get it done faster.” He pleaded with you with his eyes and you sighed.

“Fine. You dry. And you better be better than Mike at polishing these forks.” You warned. Kerry chuckled again.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Soon, the comfortable silence was back, this time with the addition of Kerry, his large arm touching yours as you both worked diligently. But soon, with each plate, you felt the urge to speak nearly consuming you.

“So,” you said finally after clearing your throat. “I know you said not to be, but I really am sorry about bringing up Becky. I had no idea.” You apologized. Kerry was shaking his head.

“I meant it, Y/N. No need to be sorry.”

“So, what happened? She was a really great girl.” Kerry shrugged.

“Yeah…I don’t know. As great as she was, she just wasn’t really the one.” You gave a small chuckle.

“Well, Kerry, you hardly gave her a chance. How would you know?” He paused, looking over at you.

“You just do sometimes. I didn’t feel that with her. She didn’t really like the wrestling part of everything, so it wouldn’t have worked in the long run…and…I guess I realized I was never going to be fair anyways.” You frowned.

“What do you mean?” He looked away, giving another shrug.

“I was always comparing her to someone else. And wishing I was with her instead.” 

He looked at you again, putting the plate he was drying down and turning entirely to face you. You felt your words get caught in your throat and your heart speed up nervously.

“Oh, um…well.” You sputtered out. “A lot of guys make the mistake of not taking a leap and speaking up about how they feel.”

“I know.” Kerry replied. “I’ve seen it. I don’t wanna make the same mistake.” He continued to stare at you and you could’ve sworn he was moving closer.

“Hey, darling, should I wear the red and blue jacket tonight or the black and gold–” David had entered the kitchen and stopped short at the sight of Kerry next to you. You watched his eyes narrow. “What’s going on?”

“Oh, nothing. Just helping Y/N with the dishes. She shouldn’t do all the heavy lifting.” Kerry replied. You nearly elbowed him.

“No, and she doesn’t. That’s what I’m around for. I think Y/N’s capable enough of washing dishes without you slowing her down.” David replied. 

“I really don’t mind!” You cut in, but the brothers continued to stare at each other. The tension in the air was growing thick. “It’s the least I can do for always free-loading around here.”

“It’s a little dumb of you to think a woman should wash the dishes, Dave.” Kerry challenged.

“I never said she should! I know she’s her own person and better than anyone, I know she doesn’t need anyone’s help for anything. She’s not some helpless doll, and the last thing she needs is your help.”

“Just because she doesn’t need it doesn’t mean she should always have to do it on her own.”

“I’d gladly wash the dishes for her if she asked me too, you’re putting words in my mouth! Who’s the one always making sure she gets a plate full of food first or opening the door for her? Who picks up lunch for her every day of the week while she’s working so she doesn’t have to?” David was beginning to yell, and if you weren't the subject, you would have found the entire thing ridiculously amusing. Half of you wanted to laugh at the sudden absurdity and the other half of you was mortified.

“What’s going on?” Kevin demanded as he came into the kitchen. Pam was looking knowingly between Kerry and David before shooting you a sympathetic look that made your face grow warm. “C’mon, Kerry, why don’t you have your bag? We’re gonna be late.”

“You know the red is my favorite.” You said to David after Kerry left up the stairs. He looked a little abashed now that it was just the two of you, fiddling with his fingers and avoiding your eyes.

“Look, Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean I think it’s your place to do the dishes or something. That was really stupid of me to say, I didn't mean–”

“I know.” You reassured him. He glanced up at you and his mouth opened to say more. You held your breath, waiting to see, but he closed it again.

“I should get my stuff.” He muttered, heading up the stairs. You sighed a little, looking around the little kitchen, aghast. 

***

At the Sportatorium, you took your seat in the front in between Mike and Pam. 

“Everything okay?” Pam asked you. You were jumpy and flinched when she touched your arm. 

“Huh? Oh. Uh…I think so.” You sighed. “I hope so.” You tacked on under your breath. Soon, the main event was on and the brothers were making their way to the ring for a six-man tag match. 

Kevin passed first, giving you a nod and a quick kiss to Pam. Then David, who gave you his yellow rose and a kiss to the top of the head, his red jacket matching your cheeks. But when Kerry came, you weren’t expecting him to stop and wrap his arms around you in a hug, nor were you expecting the kiss to your cheek. You didn't even feel the glares from all the women surrounding you; the only thing you could focus on what the way David had frozen and was now staring in outrage at Kerry.

“Uh oh,” you heard Mike mutter beside you, voicing your thoughts out loud. Suddenly, David took a step towards Kerry and shoved his chest.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” You heard him yell, and noticed a few fans giving the brothers confused looks. Kerry swatted David’s hand away before giving him a shove back.

“Stop it!” You hissed at them, to no avail. It was as if you suddenly weren’t even there. Thankfully, Kevin had turned back and given both of them stern slaps to the shoulder before stepping between them. 

“Cut it out right now, we have a match to do.” You heard him scolding parentally, not before sending an exasperated look in your direction. You felt yourself shrinking lower. 

“Oh god…this is my fault.” You mumbled to yourself, burying your face in your hands and sinking down in your seat. 

“Oh, honey, this is not your fault.” Pam told you quickly, rubbing your shoulders comfortingly. “This is just two grown men acting like silly little boys.”

“Yeah, it’s not your fault they’re acting like kids.” Mike added helpfully, looking desperate to cheer you up. “You can’t blame yourself just because Kerry likes you too.”

“Too?!” you exclaimed. “What are you talking about?” Mike looked genuinely bewildered and Pam once again looked sympathetic. “When did this even happen, how?”

“Oh, honey.” She merely repeated, shaking her head. Your head was spinning.

“Pretty sure Dave knows about Kerry too, but he’s been pretending he doesn’t notice because it’s not really a secret that he likes you." Mike started to try to explain, but you were barely keeping up. "So he’s expecting Kerry to back off because you know, brothers and everything but—"

“If he didn’t know before, which he did, he does now.” Pam said, her eyes watching as David and Kerry appeared to continue arguing from where they stood on the ring apron with Kevin in the ring.

“First of all, David’s never even asked me out.” You replied finally.

“That’s what I said!” Mike seemed to defend himself. “But he just says he’s waiting for the right time. We think he’s kinda nervous you do actually like Kerry. Do you?” You blinked several times again.

“Oh my god…these boys.” You sighed, burying your head again.

You continued to watch the match unfold through squinted eyes that were further blocked with your hands, nervous that at any point David and Kerry were going to start swinging on each other instead of their opponents. Pam had her arm looped through yours, a helpful anchor keeping you from floating away. Thankfully, they seemed to be fine, and only you, Pam, and Mike were aware of the coldness between Kerry and David. As soon as Kevin got the pin, Kerry left the ring, ignoring fans all the way to the dressing room. David wasn’t far behind him, leaving Kevin to slap fans hands and sign autographs. 

“I’ve got to fix this.” You said, to yourself more than anyone else. Mike and Pam were on your heels, but you all stopped short at the sound of two voices thundering inside the dressing room. You winced.

“Mike, please go in there and grab Kerry for me.” You begged. Mike’s eyes widened. 

“So it is Kerry?”

“Michael, please! Before they do something!” He snapped out of it and dutifully ducked into the room. You cringed as the yelling only picked up, ten times worse. There was a clattering sound of something metal hitting something.

“I can’t tell if you’re the best thing that happened to this family…or the worst.” You jumped at the sound of Kevin’s voice behind you and groaned at his words. Thankfully, he seemed to have a half humorous grin on his face. Pam hit his shoulder lightly, shaking her head in disapproval.

“This is not her fault!” She insisted. Kevin shook his head.

“No, I know. Took everything in me to keep them from going at each other in the ring.” He muttered, looking towards the dressing room with a grimace. You groaned.

“Kev…I’m not trying to do this! The last thing I want is to get between them. I don’t want to be the reason they hate each other; if that’s the case, I’ll remove myself from this situation.”

“Hey! No one wants you to leave.” Kevin said. “We love each other to death. That just means sometimes we fight too. But we always work it out. Dave and Kerry are just gonna have to accept whatever decision you make. And they’ll have to respect it.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Kerry came out of the dressing room at the moment. The second he left, the door slammed shut behind him, presumably David’s doing.

“After I talk with Kerry, can you make sure you stick around waiting in the parking lot?” You lowered your voice to Pam and Kevin. You knew instantly Pam understood. Kevin opened his mouth in question, but she pressed a finger to his lips.

“We got it.” She assured you, and gave your arm a squeeze. As they walked away, Kerry approached. It was just the two of you in the dingy backstage hallway.

“Hey,” Kerry said lightly, a small smile on his face. “Mike said you wanted to see me.” 

“I did…” you said, before you sighed. “Listen, Kerry…I…” you looked from the smile on his face to your shoes and the scuffs on the ground next to them. You traced circles around the marks with the toe of your shoe.

“Let me stop you for one second, Y/N.” Kerry said. You frowned a little. 

“But, Kerry—“

“Just listen, please. Y/N…I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t. All those girls out there on the way to the ring, it’s like they’re not there. All I see is your face. I dreamt about you the other night. We were together in a house of our own, just making breakfast. I mean, I know we’ve been friends for a while and everything but…I really care about you. It’s just what I meant, about Becky. I couldn’t see it working out no matter how much I tried, but with you…” You bit your lip, still unable to look up, knowing the scuffs on the floor were going to be committed to your memory forever. “Y/N?” You felt his fingers tilt your chin up gently and looked into his side eyes, like a beautiful sunny day. You allowed yourself for a second to jump into them, imagining what that path could bring. The breakfast he had mentioned, the house. Knowing every time you stepped out with him, he was the envy of every woman around you. The passion that he carried for everything and every goal would now also be geared towards you and loving you so completely and fully. 

And it still didn’t feel right. Because you could see it all; the picturesque home, a loving embrace, maybe even a family of your own…but Kerry wasn’t the person in your dream. 

“Kerry, I’m sorry. I don’t feel that way for you.” You whispered. “I’m sorry. I’ll always care for you as a person, but I can’t be your person.” He stared back unwaveringly, and to his credit, he nodded his head and stepped back.

“I understand that. I’m…sorry if I ruined any of the kindness you have in your heart towards me, or made you uncomfortable, I just thought that…” he sighed and straightened up again. “I should be honest. I’ll work real hard to make everything right again, alright?”

“It’s okay, Kerry. Consider this conversation forgotten.” He grinned a little.

“I do feel a little stupid now, though.” He admitted, making you laugh. “I should have known it was always David.” Just at his name alone, those familiar butterflies rushed back. You smiled.

“I really need to see him. Kevin and Pam should be waiting out back for you and Mike. I need to talk to David.” Kerry nodded, and you knocked on the dressing room door. Mike’s face appeared, looking eager for some kind of update.

“I need to talk to David.” You told him. He looked over your head to where Kerry was waiting. “Alone.”

“Oh…uh. Right.” Mike replied, still looking confused, but quickly leaving the room to join Kerry. You walked in and shut the door behind you before taking in the surroundings. There was a chair laying on the floor next to the wall, seemingly laying there after being thrown if the dent in the wall was any clue. David was sitting in another chair, one hand pressed to his mouth and the other wrapped around his midsection. He was staring at the floor, one leg shaking.

“Hey…” you murmured, not taking a step. There was a long pause.

“Y/N, you really don’t have to do this.” He said finally. “I don’t need a little pep talk, or for you to tell me how great I am but just not the right one or something. I’m a big boy, I’ll be just fine with your decision.” You frowned.

“David…”

“Really.” He said, looking up at you. “I mean, it’s Kerry for crying out loud. I get it, alright? I mean, I’ve seen every day how girls look at him. He’s great. I’m not mad, I promise. I’ll be happy for you both.”

“David, wait, seriously—“

“No, I don’t want you trying to make me feel better, Y/N.” He stood suddenly as if he couldn’t contain himself in the chair any longer. “It’s really my own fault anyways. You’re one helluva lady, you know that? Every day, I just look at you and I can’t believe you’re real. And in front of me, just sorta breathing the same air as me. I just can’t get enough of you, and I should have done something about it sooner, but I’ll admit I was scared, alright? Because you’re way out of my league, but I should have made it known. I should have told you time and time again every second how I felt, I should have treated you like it. But I just want you to be happy. I swear it. And at the end of the day, if it’s with my own brother, then that’s fine. I know he’ll take care of you.” Despite his words, you could see the unhappiness burning in his eyes. You couldn’t help but admire every word coming from his mouth, you couldn’t help but stare at his mouth, desperate to shut him up with a kiss. 

“Are you finished?” You asked. His face frowned and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Now, what on earth did Mike tell you?” David’s frown deepened.

“That you needed to talk to Kerry.”

“Okay. Is that all?” He frowned even further.

“He just started consoling me and telling me it ain’t your fault, which I never said it was—I would never blame you. Then some, you know, run of the mill peppy speech about fish in the sea…” At this point, you gave an outright laugh. “Oh, now you’re laughing at me?”

“You and Mike really should learn not to jump to conclusions so quickly. Didn’t your father ever tell you about making assumptions?” David’s face melted slowly from confusion to a hopeful wide eyed wonder. 

“…What are you saying?”

“I love Kerry, but not like that. Not like…how I’ve always felt about you.” 

David crossed the room within the blink of an eye and suddenly hoisted you into the air, his face buried against your neck, his arms encasing you against him.

“Oh, Y/N…oh man. You had me losing my mind.” He admitted, voice muffled against your skin. “You mean it?” He asked, leaning back to check your expression.

“Do you?” You demanded cheekily. “On second thought, maybe you should listen to Mike more. I’m still waiting for you to ask me out, David Von Erich.” David's head tilted back in laughter. 

“You got it, darling, I’m not wastin’ a second more. How about this Friday?” 

“That’s movie night; Kev’s not gonna be too happy with that.” You replied, giggling. David laughed again, and the both of you seemed dizzied in relief and euphoria, gripping each other tightly with the hands and yet, weak at the knees.

“Well, Kev’s just gonna have to deal with it. We’ll do movie night another night.” David said, placing you back on the ground and kissing the top of your head. Finally, finally, everything felt right.

#on my knees sobbing and thanking you for this #im bowing down #this is soooooo amazing #i think i read rhis like 3 times over back to back #compliments to the chef

[augustghosts]

yellow rose

david von erich x afab!reader | 6.2k | 18+ minors dni | tw: language, smoking, mild smut | a reflection on your journey to the altar

so this is a complete and utter work of fiction, based on the very brilliant movie the iron claw. i knew as soon as i watched it i would have stories but i was a little surprised david came to me first. obviously harris dickinson is beautiful but i am down so bad for jaw. i got some kerry ideas too, and i always have a hundred different bear ideas on the go too so more to come | also just to note that because this is totally fictitious, i am choosing to ignore real life events for the most part and live in fanfic delusion. enjoy 🌼

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It all seemed to happen in a flash.

In theory, you should have been used to it. Ready for it.

One minute you were heading to a local sports center on a work assignment, then in what felt like the blink of an eye, you were walking up the aisle to marry the subject of one of those photos.

But, to get to how exactly you ended up walking down that aisle, you need to go back to how it all started.

Which, like with most things when it came to you,started with a picture.

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From an early age, you loved photography. Capturing a moment in time, being able to look at it any time and relive the moment was always a thrill. Your childhood home was full of framed photos and photo albums, a collection of memories surrounding you.

When you turned 13, your parents gave you your own camera. It wasn't anything too technical or fancy, but it was immediately your most treasured possession. You took photos of everything, family occasions, your friends hanging out, nature, snapshots of Dallas.

As you grew older you threw yourself into studying everything about photography, worked an extremely tedious part time job to save up for a real camera, dedicated yourself to honing your skills. It wasn't difficult, your friends and family kept you busy with birthday parties, weddings, christenings, anything worth celebrating and you were there to capture the moments.

When you were in your senior year of high school, you discovered a fondness for a particular subject of your photos. You had been sitting in the bleachers after school one day with your friends, all you of chatting and laughing about something when you'd looked onto the football field and spotted two of the players talking about something animatedly, one of them slapping the other on the back as they laughed. 

You had grabbed your camera, snapping a photo and rolled your eyes playfully as your friends teased you. Sure, the players were cute, but that wasn't why you took their photo. When the shots had developed, you were thrilled that your instinct had been correct. The red of the players jerseys popped, the gold star on their helmets gleaming in the sun. They looked graceful, despite their large frames, natural and charming. 

From that photo, you began to base more of your photos on sport. It wasn't an area you had expected to become interested in, but it inspired your photography. Cheerleaders in perfectly formed pyramids, track stars crossing the line, football players clutching the ball to their chest as they threw themselves across the post.

After graduation, you applied for a journalism course, figuring it didn't hurt to have a backup plan and maybe it would get you a gig as a photographer for a newspaper or magazine. 

Leaving home was tough, especially when a big going away party was thrown for you, your friends and family coming together to celebrate your accomplishments. When the time came to leave you were sure you'd never cried so much, trying to hype yourself up for the adventure ahead.

It was a lot of fun, being at college, as it turned out. Making new friends, learning new things, having new experiences. By the time it was over it felt like you could back and do it all again in a heartbeat.

You decided to move back to Dallas after you graduated. A job opportunity at a big paper came up, and your friend Pam had found an apartment that came with a spare room so it seemed like the right move.

It was about two weeks later you were tasked with going down to the Sportatorium on a Saturday night to document the latest wrestling match. Every time you went to a sporting event for work, you were accompanied by the senior sports writer, Duke. He was older than your father, far too old for his cheap toupee to be even the slightest bit believable. He wore cheap polyester suits, too much cologne and had a fondness for calling you ‘missy’ and placing his hand a little too low on your back.

You had psyched yourself up to ask Pam to come along, preparing a whole speech in your head. If she was with you then you could avoid Duke like the plague, couldn't possibly leave your guest alone. 

Turned out Pam didn't take much convincing at all, in fact she practically jumped at the chance to come along. You tucked her excitement away in your mind, curious to see if the source would reveal itself at the match.

When the day came, you were excited to get some shots of a new sport. From what you'd seen on TV, the Sportatorium was bright and colorful, the wrestlers just as much so. You packed up your camera before getting changed into some jeans and a t-shirt. 

Pam had taken one look at you and marched you back into your room, your protests of “But I'm working!” falling on deaf ears.

A compromise was reached. Your t-shirt stayed but a denim mini skirt replaced your jeans and brown cowboy boots replaced your beat up sneakers. You felt a little ridiculous, your job had you in all kinds of angles and positions to get the best shots, the last thing you wanted was to be unable to get a good picture because you'd end up flashing tomorrow's laundry to thousands of strangers.

When you arrived at the Sportatorium, the sun was dipping below the horizon and what seemed like hundreds of cars and trucks were pulling up. People were grabbing beers out of coolers, blasting music from boomboxes, grilling up hotdogs on portable barbecues. You got a couple of shots before Pam was hustling you inside to get your seats. Well, her seat. You told her you'd meet her outside after the match, not that she seemed to be paying attention, her eyes focused on the empty ring. 

You made your way down to the ring, keeping an eye out for Duke and ready to sprint back to Pam if needed. To your relief, Duke wasn't in attendance. The junior sports reporter, Brian, had been sent in his place. The two of you weren't exactly close friends but he was much more professional. You got some shots of the crowd, feeling excited to see a match live. The atmosphere in the stadium was electric, like something incredible was about to happen. 

When the announcement came for the first tag team, you got some shots of them walking through the tunnel and into the ring, holding their arms in the air and greeting the crowd. Brian walked around the ring slowly, scribbling into a notepad, cigarette perched behind his ear.

Then they announced the next tag team, and you moved to the opposite tunnel to get shots of them. You took a breath as you snapped a shot of the taller one, his wavy blonde hair peeking out from under his back cowboy hat. He was wearing a leather jacket that he promptly tore off before he got into the ring, his back muscles rippling. 

You cleared your throat, taking more photos and trying to concentrate on what you were there for. 

The bell rang, and once the match started you had no shortage of great photo opportunities. The men in the ring moved with perfect proficiency and style, playing up to the crowd and putting on a spectacular show. You found yourself more and more drawn to the tall blonde, David Von Erich, you discovered. 

He was so graceful yet could have these huge men slammed onto their backs, his arms bulging and a cocky grin on his face. Once or twice you could have sworn he caught your eye and winked at you but you were sure it was your imagination. 

The Von Erichs won the match, you snapped a photo of the referee holding up the brother's hands as the crowd roared. Brian checked back in with you, telling you he was going to grab some quotes before heading off. You bid him farewell before going to find Pam, heading outside with the rest of the crowd.

“Hey, over here!”

You quickly spotted Pam, smiling as you waved back at her, weaving your way through the crowd to join her.

“Hey,” You smiled, laughing softly as Pam grabbed your arm, a wide grin on her face. “Are you al-”

“Come on,” Pam immediately started tugging you in the opposite direction. “let me show you something,”

You just about managed to maintain your balance and hold onto your camera as you dodged through the dispersing crowd, wondering what exactly Pam was doing.

Before long you had an answer, as you and Pam joined a large group of women hanging around the back door of the Sportatorium. Her keenness to come to the match made much more sense when Kevin Von Erich walked out the door, towel around his shoulders and bag slung over his shoulder. You had never known Pam to look at any man the way she was looking at Kevin.

“What are you waiting for?” You asked, giving Pam a gentle nudge. “Get on over there, girl.”

“I can't, there's too many girls round him,” Pam sighed. “I am not desperate. I'll wait for my time.”

“Saving the best for last huh?” You grinned, watching Pam roll her eyes playfully. “I don't think he's gonna be able to take his eyes off you.”

“You think?” Pam asked, glancing over to you. She looked genuinely concerned and you gave her a reassuring smile. 

“I know.”

A little while later, when the crowd had dispersed and Kevin was signing the last couple of autographs, you gave Pam a gentle nudge, smiling as she quickly fixed her hair.

“Good luck,” You grinned, gently squeezing her arm. “Not that you need it.”

You gave her some space, walking over to a trash can before fishing a pack of cigarettes from your purse. You lit one up, glancing over to Pam and smiling as you spotted Kevin heading in her direction. Closing your eyes as you looked away, you took a long drag on your cigarette and felt yourself relax.

“You know it's a bad habit to smoke those things.”

You opened your eyes, finding a familiar face standing close to you. He looked better in person than he did in the ring, if that was possible. 

“Well I'm sure you know that it is very rude to keep your hat on in the presence of a lady,” You raised a brow, flicking your ash into the trash can. “I could be deeply insulted.”

“I apologize,” David grinned, taking off his hat and giving you a slight bow as he did. He introduced himself properly, as did you, his hand moving over his heart as he tilted his head. “You know I was just joking, there's worse habits to have than smoking.”

You nodded, smiling a little. “Like creeping up on strangers?”

He laughed and you felt a flutter in your stomach. You willed it away, not wanting to be another simpering fan.

“You want one?” You asked, holding out the box of cigarettes. David looked like he was considering saying yes before he shook his head. 

“No, thank you. I shouldn't.”

“Fair enough,” You nodded, putting the box back in your purse. “It really is a bad habit. I'm trying to quit but I got some time to kill so..”

“Oh yeah?” David raised a brow, glancing around the quiet car park before looking back at you. “What you waiting for?”

“My friend,” You gestured in the direction of Pam, who was deep in conversation with Kevin. “she's a big fan.”

“So I see,” David grinned, looking over to his brother and Pam before focusing his attention back on you. “and uh..what about you? Are you a big fan?”

You thought about it/made him wait for a moment as you took a drag on your cigarette and raised a brow.

“I'm just here for work.”

“Really?” David looked a little surprised, lightly rubbing his jaw. “What kinda work do you do?”

You held up your camera with a smile before flicking your cigarette in the trash can. “I’m a photographer,” You explained. “for a newspaper.”

“Oh right,” David smiled, folding his arms. “I'll have to buy that, see if you got any good ones of me. Which paper is it?”

“It's the uh..huh,” You grinned as you glanced over to Pam, watching her laugh as Kevin said something to her. “Excuse me for one second.” 

You turned slightly, holding your camera up and focusing it on Pam and Kevin. You felt very aware of David's presence behind you, trying to hold your hands steady as you snapped a picture. 

“I have a feeling I may need that one day,” You smiled, settling your camera strap back over your shoulder and turning to David. “They're cute together, don't you think?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” David nodded, his gaze staying on you. “She ain't the cutest one here though.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn't fight the smile on your face and multiple flutters in your stomach. 

“Oh shut up, that's such a line.”

“I'm deadly serious,” David grinned, holding his hat over his heart. “I promise.”

You were about to say something when Pam appeared, linking her arm with yours and giggling as she went to drag you away. 

“Hang on one second,” David called, making you look over your shoulder with a smile.

“You never told me the name of your paper!”

“It's in Dallas,” You called back, walking forward with Pam, the two of you giggling. “If you find it, call me!”

📷

A couple of days later you were in the newspaper office, going over some photos for an upcoming article when one of the secretaries knocked on the door and asked for you.

“Call for you,” She explained, gesturing to the phone as you went to her desk. “They didn't give a name, just asked for you.”

“Okay, thanks Margaret,” You smiled, feeling a slight knot in your stomach. It was extremely rare someone called you at work, and you tried not to think the worst. 

Going to the phone, you picked it up and took a deep breath before holding it to your ear. 

“Hello?”

“Hello yourself.”

You let out a soft sigh of relief as you realized who was on the other end of the line, a small smile on your face.

“How many papers did you have to call before you found me?”

“That's not important.”

You rolled your eyes with a grin.

“More than two?”

“..five.”

“Oh wow,” You grinned, turning more towards the wall. “That's perseverance right there. I'm flattered.”

“Well so am I,” David replied. “I saw those pictures you took. They were great, I wanted to thank you for catching me at such a flattering angle.”

“You're welcome,” You smiled, glancing over your shoulder before looking back and lowering your voice slightly. “That the only reason you called six newspapers? Angles?”

“Not quite,” You could hear a cheeky tone in his voice, your fingers holding the phone cord. “I was hoping you'd come see me again. You don't have to take pictures this time, if you don't want.”

“As it happens I am coming,” You raised a brow with a smile. “Your brother beat you to the invite. He invited Pam, who invited me. So I'll be there.”

“Well damn,” David laughed softly. “I guess I'll just have to come right out with it then..ask you on a real date.”

“Oh?” You grinned, feeling like a teenager as your cheeks grew warm. “How about we make it interesting?”

“I'm all ears.”

You took a breath, trying to calm your heartbeat. You were aware of Margaret behind you, knowing she'd be listening to every word. 

“Alright, if you win..I accept. If you don't, no deal.”

“Hm, sounds fair,” David replied. “I guess I'll have to try a little harder this week. I'll let you get back to work, alright?”

“Alright,” You nodded, trying not too smile too widely. “I'll see you Saturday. Bye.”

You hung up the phone, turning around to Margaret with a polite smile.

“Thank you, I'll be in the office.”

Once you closed the door and found yourself alone, you let out a laugh, shaking your head and wondering what you'd let yourself in for.

📷

Saturday came around quickly, and most of the day was given over to preparing. At first you were just helping Pam, heading into store after store to find the perfect outfit. Then you started looking for yourself, realizing that you wanted to put in just a little more effort since you were going to watch, not work. 

As the evening drew closer, the radio was on full blast in the apartment as you and Pam cracked open a bottle of wine and started the beauty process. You couldn't shake the slight nerves that were settled in your stomach, but they were joined by an excitement. 

“Oh,” Pam turned from the bathroom mirror to look at you. You were sitting on the edge of the bathtub, carefully painting your toenails. “Did he ever get in touch? David? I completely forgot to ask.”

“Yeah, he found me,” You grinned, laughing as Pam gasped. “Asked me to come along tonight. I told him I was already coming.”

“And?” Pam asked, waving her hand at you. “What else? Did he ask you out?”

“I told him he can take me out if he wins,” You smiled, holding the bottle of nail polish up in the air with a laugh as Pam rushed over to hug you.

“This is so exciting! We're gonna be like sisters!”

📷

When you arrived at the Sportatorium, it seemed to be even busier than it had been the previous week. You stepped out of your truck, smoothing out your outfit. It was only a black off the shoulder top and some denim jeans but you hoped it still looked good. 

You linked your arm with Pam's as the two of you headed inside the bustling arena, your heart beating faster as you took your seats. As it turned out, watching the match was totally different to photographing it. You couldn't move about, couldn't pick one thing to focus on. It was all happening, bright and loud and thrilling. You found yourself cheering and whistling with the crowd, you and Pam both jumping up and screaming when the Von Erichs emerged victorious.

When it was all over and you were enjoying the fresh air, you couldn't help but find it adorable when Kevin couldn't keep his eyes off Pam while he signed autographs. Once he was free you gave him and Pam some space, almost immediately bumping into David.

“Hey winner,” You smiled, resting your hands in your back pockets. “Nice angles in there.”

“I hope someone was there to capture them,” David grinned, taking his hat off. “Did you have a good time?”

“Yeah,” You nodded, watching David for a moment, smiling as you realized he almost seemed a little nervous. “I really enjoyed it..though I'm a little curious about something.”

“What might that be?” David asked, moving his hat from one hand to the other. 

“Well,” You smiled, stepping closer and looking up at him. “Are you going to honor our agreement?”

📷

It was only when you were putting on your coat to leave the apartment when it dawned on that you hadn't actually been on a first date for..a while. There were some relationships in high school, a couple in college along with some dates and flings but the last had been before you graduated. 

You tried not to think about it too much, you were just going for dinner and seeing a movie. Worst case scenario, you and David didn't end up hitting it off and the world would go on as it always did. But part of you was hopeful that something would come from the date, that it would develop into something really great.

Grabbing your purse, you left the apartment and went downstairs to hail a cab, excitement starting to outweigh the nerves.

📷

“No way,” You laughed, your eyes going wide as you placed your hand over your chest. “You did not do that.”

“Yes I did,” David nodded, a serious look on his face before he laughed. “I was so sick afterwards. Never got found out though. Mom just went and got Kerry and Mike a new egg each. I couldn't eat chocolate for like three months.”

“I'm not surprised,” You laughed, picking up your drink. “You can't say you didn't deserve it.”

David laughed, nodding as he picked up his own drink. 

“I certainly did deserve it. Moment of weakness I guess.” 

You took a sip of your drink before setting the glass down and glancing around the restaurant. It was a steakhouse, but it felt like a nice one. Elegant lighting, candles on the tables, classy music playing. No sawdust or butcher paper to be found. 

“So do you think your brothers ever found out?” You asked, sitting up a little and resting your hands in your lap. “Or did you tell them?”

“No to both I'm afraid,” David sighed softly, lightly tapping his glass as he set it down. “Though I think Kev knew it was me..” He smiled to himself as he looked down. “Never said anything if he did know, though.”

“Seems like you two are close,” You smiled, your heart picking up a beat as David looked back at you with a warm smile. 

“We are,” He nodded. “We all are. I can't imagine life without them, they're amazing.” 

You felt your heart swell, trying not to get too swept up in your emotions. 

“That's so wonderful,” You smiled. “It's amazing that you're all so close.”

“Yeah,” David grinned, sitting up a little. “I just feel so lucky every day, like..” He stopped himself, lightly rubbing his neck.

“You know what, I feel like all I've done is talk about myself, my brothers, I don't want you to think I'm self absorbed or nothing, I promise I ain't like that.”

You shook your head, reaching your hand across the table and grinning when David held it with his own.

“I know you're not,” You insisted. “You're wonderful. Now tell me more about your family, I want the good stories.”

You ended up missing the movie, but neither of you cared. You talked until the restaurant was closing, David's jacket around your shoulders as you walked out into the night air. He gave you a ride home and kissed your cheek by your door  like a gentleman. 

“I had a great time,” You smiled, carefully taking off David's jacket and giving it back to him. You could tell he wanted to tell you to keep it, and you knew why he couldn't. 

“Maybe you should win another match, take me out again.”

“It's a deal.”

📷

Going to matches became a weekly event. You and Pam would cheer and cling to each other, laughing at how silly you were being. You took pictures for yourself, wanting to remember every moment. Afterwards you would meet David and Kevin, go for burgers and debrief on the match. 

It wasn't always easy for David to visit you, so you called each other when you could, spending an hour or two talking about anything and everything. You drove down to Denton a couple of times, meeting him for something to eat or just for a drive. 

He was always a perfect gentleman, opening doors for you and holding your hand, never pressing for anything more even though you suspected he was just as keen as you were to take things further.

You decided to nudge things in the right direction one night when you had gone down to visit him. Pam had come with you, and David and Kevin had taken you to the lake with their brother Mike, who you instantly adored. 

The afternoon was perfect, gorgeous hot weather and ice cold beers, floating along in the water and feeling like nothing else could possibly matter but being in that moment. 

You were sitting on the edge of the dock while the others drifted along on the huge rubber float, snapping a couple of shots of them before setting the camera aside. David appeared next to you, sitting down and resting his hand on your back. You leaned into the touch, his arm moving around your shoulders. 

“I love this,” You smiled softly, closing your eyes and letting out a breath. “If every day was like this..what a world.”

“It's perfect,” David murmured softly. “I can't think of anything better.”

“Hm, I reckon I can,” You smiled, opening your eyes and looking up at him. His eyes were already on you and you grinned as he took a breath and leaned in, his lips feeling like heaven against yours. 

You could hear the cheers and whistles, smiling into the kiss and feeling satisfied beyond belief. 

📷

“You ready for this?”

“Absolutely not. You?”

“Absolutely not.”

You flicked on the indicator and headed up the long drive to the Von Erich home, glancing over to Pam in the passenger seat.

“At least we're in this together.”

It was incredibly daunting, the thought of meeting David's parents and his brother Kerry, who had recently come home. He had told you countless times that they would love you, but it didn't ease your nerves. 

You were relieved to have Pam with you, that she was in the same boat. Mike met you both at the door, giving you both a hug and chatting away as he led you outside. 

It was a flurry of introductions, handshakes and hugs and the most perfect kiss from David that had you instantly relaxing.

By the time everyone sat down for dinner, it felt as though you had known the Von Erichs forever. The food was delicious, the weather was beautiful, the company was amazing. You felt David reach for your hand under the table when his parents talked about how they met, your heart swelling. 

When Doris forbade Mike from going to a gig that night, you glanced across the table to Pam smiling as she gave you a slight nod.

📷

“Alright, drive, drive!”.

You put your foot down, laughing as you glanced in the mirror and watched your boyfriend and his brothers gradually haul themselves into your truck. You turned the radio up when you left the driveway, rolling down the windows and cheering as you hit the road.

It didn't matter whose house the party was in, it was big and roomy and most importantly, fun. You had a beer in your hand before you knew it, hitting the makeshift dance floor. The brothers spun you and Pam around, laughter filling the air as you moved to the music, not a care in the world.

When Mike took to the stage with his band, you stood with David behind you, his arms wrapped around you. You all cheered as the song started up, swaying along as you held your hands over David's. 

Later in the evening you gently took David's hand and pulled him into a quiet corner, whispering in his ear and enjoying the slightly tipsy smile that crossed his face, a flash of worry passing his eyes.

You led him upstairs, finding an empty bedroom and closing the door.

“We..we don't have to,” David insisted as you slipped off your shoes. “I don't want you to feel pressured.”

“I don't,” You smiled, walking to the end of the bed and unzipping your dress before turning back to David. “But I will think you don't want to if you don't get over here in the next thirty seconds.”

He didn't need to be asked twice.

You laughed as you were picked up bridal style and carried to the top of the bed, letting out a soft moan as David laid you down and gave you a tender kiss.

Despite your suspicions that David was possibly a virgin, you didn't ask when he didn't bring it up. He was a little apprehensive, but once you took the lead he seemed to tap into his ring persona and the confidence in his movements had you struggling not to scream as your nails dug into his back, the sheets, your body crying out for more. 

“Oh god,” You moaned, touching David's cheek and looking up to meet his eyes as your legs hooked around his waist. “Baby..’m so close, please..”

You closed your eyes as he pushed deeper into you, his forehead resting against yours.

“Me too,” He murmured, his hand reaching for yours. “Fuck..fuck..I love you.”

Your eyes went wide at the confession, a deep moan spilling from your lips as you felt a wave crash over you, feeling David fill you moments later. You moved your hands to his neck, meeting his eyes and taking a deep breath. 

“I'm sorry,” He sighed, looking down. “I shouldn't have-this isn't the time..”

“No,” You insisted, a smile spreading on your face. “It's the perfect time. I love you, too.”

📷

“Mind if I get one of those?”

You turned around, letting out a sigh of relief as you spotted Kerry walking towards you. 

“Of course,” You smiled, taking the box of cigarettes from your purse and handing it over. “Thought you were David for a second.”

Kerry laughed as he accepted the box, shaking his head.

“Nah, your secret is safe with me. Just needed one huh?”

“Yeah,” You nodded, flicking away the ash. “I'm so nervous. I don't know why, it's not like I have to walk down the aisle in front of hundreds of people wearing this,” You raised a brow, gesturing to your dress.

As much as you adored Pam, and as thrilled as you were that she was getting married and had asked you to be her maid of honor, you did not exactly love the dress she had chosen. For a start, it was a mix of dusky pink and peach, the skirt was so big you wondered if you fit down the aisle, and the sleeves were almost the size of your head.

“I feel you,” Kerry nodded, looking down at himself as he lit his cigarette. “I think we all feel a little ridiculous. But you know the worst part?”

“Go on,” You smiled, lifting up the puffball that had slipped down your shoulder. “shock me.”

“I gotta do this three more times,” Kerry sighed, lightly prodding the flower attached to his suit. “At least you get to choose your wedding dress. I'm stuck in velvet hell.”

You laughed, shaking your head and taking a drag on your cigarette. 

“Oh come on, it ain't so bad. I think I heard Mike say he would never have velvet.”

“Really?” Kerry raised a brow, looking over to you. 

“Promise,” You grinned, holding your hand over your heart. “He said he'd have velour.”

“Oh fuck off,” Kerry laughed, shaking his head and holding his hand out. “Gimme a mint and get out of here, I'll velour you.”

“I'd like to see you try,” You laughed, getting a mint from your purse and flicking your cigarette away before walking over to Kerry. “See you inside. Don't destroy that flower.”

📷

“Isn't she beautiful?” You smiled, watching Pam and Kevin sway on the dancefloor, smiles etched on their faces as they moved to the music. 

You felt the urge to take a photo, but a professional had been hired for the day. Pam had insisted she wanted you to be in the pictures, not the one behind the camera. You had been a little disappointed, but you gave her the photo you'd taken from when she and Kevin had first met, and her reaction made it all worth it.

“She really is,” Doris nodded, looking over to you and taking your hand with a smile. “And you will be too.”

“Thank you,” You smiled, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Let me go get us another drink.”

You stood up, making your way over to the bar with a smile. While you and David weren't officially engaged, it was kind of an unspoken truth that when Pam and Kevin had gotten married, David would propose to you next. Kerry wasn’t seeing anyone, and while Mike was dating a girl, they had only been together a few weeks.

So, you knew you were next up.

As you waited for your drinks, you smiled as you felt a familiar presence by your side.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look today?”

“Yes,” You grin, turning to face David and giving him a kiss. “But I don't mind hearing it again.”

As the song ended and a new one started up, more guests took to the floor.

“Should we go for a twirl?” David asked, gently stroking your cheek. “or maybe not quite a twirl, that dress will take out anyone who comes close,” He teased.

“Oh shut up,” You laughed, lightly swatting him. “I'm getting your mom a drink, if I don't take you out first.”

“I'll take it to her,” David smiled, leaning down to give you a soft kiss. “Then you owe me a dance.”

📷

So, here it is. 

The big day. 

You thought at times it would never come, but it's here. 

A lot has happened, of course. Weddings need buildup, after all. The guests can only talk about how beautiful you look and wonder who did the food for so long. You gotta give them something. 

So what's new? It's been a minute, a luxuriously long engagement. 

The Von Erichs have gone from strength to strength, reaching the top of the wrestling game. You still go see matches, when you can. They're global now, you always feel a rush of pride when you watch them on TV at some crazy hour.

Pam is a world class veterinarian, an incredible mother to the most gorgeous baby, and still the best friend in the world. 

Kevin won the WHC belt, is the most devoted husband, father, brother, brother-in-law and son. He and Pam keep saying they're going to buy a ranch in Hawaii for everyone to live in, and you like to think maybe it could be true.

Kerry insists he's your favorite brother-in-law, and you insist that you couldn't possibly choose a favorite but deep down you think he's most likely right. He makes you laugh the most, teases you and makes stupid jokes to cheer you up when you need it. The two of you have sneaky cigarettes and know what the other is thinking when you look at each other. 

Mike has just signed a recording contract with his band, and you tell him all the time he better come to you first with concert tickets. He's going to be the next one engaged, he's so loved up and it's adorable. 

Then there's David. 

The yellow rose who called up six different newspapers just to ask you out, who let you into his life, who loves you unconditionally and makes you so unbelievably happy that you wonder what you ever did without him. You would never have pursued your dreams without him and his family, that's something you know. And let's not forget his proposal, which was the most beautiful moment of your life.

David had taken you on a surprise trip one night, insisting that you were just going for a drive after you'd been out for dinner, but you knew it wasn't true. You found yourself at the lake, David's hand in yours as you walked down to the dock, which..was decorated with candles in jars, rose petals, a bottle of champagne sitting in ice. 

Knowing that you were marrying your soulmate, joining a family you loved deeply, it made you feel so safe, so secure. You quit your job, deciding to pursue your real passion. You bought a gallery in Dallas, and displayed your own work along with other local artists, including your soon to be mother in law. It took time, but it's become a success, and you don't care what any of them say, you couldn't have done it without your family.

Plenty for the guests to talk about, right?

You take a deep breath as you step out of the car, Pam fixes your dress and you take a deep breath. Her dress is beautiful, and most importantly, simple. 

Before you know it you're walking down the aisle, your heart beating faster as hundreds of faces smile at you, but there's only one you need to see, and when you do it makes everything okay. 

You reach the top of the aisle, feeling overwhelmed with love, beaming as you turn to look at your soon to be husband.

“You know it's a bad habit to leave the bride with a veil over her face,” You grinned, watching David gently touch the hem of the silky veil and carefully move it back, a wide smile on his face.

“I do apologize,” He grinned. “Still gonna marry me?”

“Of course,” You smiled. “You look perfect from this angle.”

#OBSESSED!! OBSESSED OBSESSED OBSESSED #sooo good this is adorable #💓💓💓💓💓💓

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Btw anon who requested pt2 to the stewy fic, i have an idea but it might take me a week or two to write it 😬 i’m busyyyyy but i have more stewy cooking up rn!! 🫶

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Ok i deleted a few eddie and tommy things and updated my masterlist.

I wanna also say sorry to people who sent me tommy requests because i just cant do them rn💔 like i said in the authors note of my stewy fic my passion for writing for tommy is gone and i really struggled when i tried to finish my series. Its making me sad but i hope my love for writing for him will come back when season 2 stuff starts happening!

Might delete half my tommy miller stuff because i hate it all now lol i wrote sooo much in like a few months bc i was obsessed with him but i think that was a bad thing because now i look back on it all i hate it and wish i never posted it

#im open to stewy requests though but i cant make promises (obviously) 😢

[augustghosts]

Might delete half my tommy miller stuff because i hate it all now lol i wrote sooo much in like a few months bc i was obsessed with him but i think that was a bad thing because now i look back on it all i hate it and wish i never posted it

#cleaning out my blog rn #deleting all my writing looks good but im holding back #i hate myself and my writing but im being brave bc i might change my mind in like a month and wish i didn’t delete #LMAO #im gonna write another stewy fic tonight and see if it helps #probably not

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I’m enjoying being back into writing but my stuff is only getting like 2 reblogs so i am NOT enjoying being back into posting lmao

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The way my first post of 2024 was THATTT lmfao

#after not posting since august

[augustghosts]

Stewy Hosseini x female reader

A classic tale of fucking your ex at your friends wedding. We’ve all been there, I think.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: 18+ pls, minors will be blocked! Not proofread which is defo a warning, lmk if you spot anything ive missed. Smut. Oral f!recieving and protected pinv. Alcohol and drugs are mentioned slightly.

Little authors note sorry: Hey everyone i am actually alive lol. 5 months later i return writing for someone new… not out of character for me. I watched succession for the first time recently (late asf to the party i know) and i read some amazing stewy fics so i thought i’d add my piece because i’m obsessed with him. Sorry to all my tommy miller babes on here, i swear i tried writing for him again but my inspiration for tommy fics seems to have gotten lost. I really struggled when i tried finishing my half way done tommy series lol. But when i started writing this one it just floooowed and i finished it in like a few hours. Maybe my tommy love will come back someday but for now…. This. Hope someone out there enjoys lol <3

You’ve felt eyes on you all night. Everywhere you go you end up meeting his eyes across the room. Eveytime you look over at him, he’s already looking. He should be the one that's embarrassed, you’ve caught him looking at you multiple times, but you’re always the one who ends up looking away first and feeling your skin heat with the embarrassment of being caught. While he shamelessly stares at you over the rim of his glass, that awful fucking smirk gracing his lips and he watches you squirm. Honestly, it’s kinda creepy. And you almost hope he approaches you so you can tell him that.

Towards the end of the night he starts to close in, starts inching closer to you. He starts making conversation with the people around you, people at the bar next to you, and eventually your friends. Asking them how they are, how it’s been such a long time. Then, he finally gets to you. He takes his time looking you over before he speaks and you’re determined not to be the first one to talk, so you let him stare. Both of you standing in silence for a few seconds before he finally speaks.

“You look great.”

”Thanks.” Keeping it simple seems safe. You want to tell him he looks good too because fuck, he does. He always does. He notices your eyes drifting over his suit and tie and he chuckles.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Uhm,” He trails off - pretends to think. “I’m at a fucking wedding, and i’m enjoying myself.”

”Yeah?” You ask, he nods in agreement. The way his eyebrows raise tells you he’s still being sarcastic, still mocking you. “Watching my every move all night is how you enjoy yourself?”

“Actually, yes.” He confirms. “Watching you squirm all night was pretty fun.”

”I wasn’t.” You attempt to defend yourself, downing your drink. “I was just-“

“I’ll get you another.” He cuts you off, snatching your glass out of your hand - not even bothering to ask. You almost try to protest, but you don’t see the point. You know him too well, you know how stubborn he is, once he gets an idea it’s hard for him to let it go. If the idea he’s got tonight is paying for your drinks, then so be it - who were you to complain. You sit down on the stool next to you, watching as Stewy makes the bartender laugh as he orders your drinks. You're kind of pissed that you still can’t figure him out sometimes, you know him better than most people - maybe better than anyone, but he still confuses you. It has been a while since you last saw him, but you conclude that he hasn’t changed much.

When he comes back with your drinks he puts yours down in front of you and asks: “Still your favorite?”

You nod, kind of pissed that he got it right. You try to convince yourself that he didn’t actually remember that small detail. That he’s just been watching you order them all night during your staring competition.

“So, how’s your family?” You ask, cringing at how lame you sound. You just don’t want to let him start a conversation you don’t want to have.

He smiles, because he knows what you're doing. “They’re fine. I still don’t see them much, but they’re good.”

”You’re still too busy to see your family?” You joke.

“Mhm,” His smile almost looks genuine as you joke with each other. “I’m always busy.”

“Busy stealing people's money?”

He laughs then, a genuine laugh that makes you laugh as well. God, you don’t want to admit that you missed him. But everyone else just seems so boring after him, you’ve never found the same thing you’d had with him with anyone else.

“You never really understood business did you?” He laughs.

“I understand perfectly.”

“Sure,” He agrees. “I explained it to you enough times.”

“Yeah, and bored me to death.”

”Is that why you broke up with me?”

His question completely catches you off guard and you almost choke on your drink. You almost want to ask him if he purposefully said that while you were taking a sip, but you’re too busy trying to supress your coughing.

“Jesus, it was just a question.” Stewy laughs at you again, his warm hand coming to rest on your back as he watches you almost choke.

“Fuck you.” You say pointedly, after getting yourself back under control. ”You know why we broke up. Also, I broke up with you?”

”You did.”

“Stewy, it was amicable.”

“Was it?” His face goes serious again and you instantly miss the sound of his laugh. You just sigh, taking another sip of your drink. This was exactly the conversation you didn’t want to have.

“I thought you said you were enjoying yourself,” You say after a few moments of silence. “Don’t ruin it now.”

”I lied.” He says. “I always hated those two, I can't believe they actually got married.”

”Match made in hell.” You agree, both of you laugh softly again.

“You know I also lied earlier when I said you looked great.” He says, surprising you. You brace yourself for whatever joke he’s going to make about you, you shouldn't have pissed him off, he can get mean when he’s pissed off. It’s not his fault, it’s just his defense mechanism - but nevertheless you brace yourself for his comment - and he surprises you again by saying: “You look fucking incredible.”

You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. You opt for another sip of your drink instead and he watches you in amusement.

“I only came because I hoped you would be here,” He continued. You still can’t tell if he’s being serious or not, that damned smirk on his face makes you think he’s making fun of you, but those big brown eyes look so sincere.

“Stewy, stop.” You sigh.

“Come on, baby.” He murmurs, he leans forward in his chair and places his hand on your knee. The nickname makes you tense up. Makes a familiar heat spread through you. “Let me get you another drink and take you up to my room.”

Fuck. He’s fucking good at this, and he knows it. He knows exactly how to get you. You’re trying to think, but the alcohol and the way his thumb is rubbing your knee is clouding your mind. He waits patiently, watching as you look down at his hand and back up to his face. Your eyes stop at his lips before meeting his gaze.

“Alright,” You say, you swear you can actually see his eyes light up. “Go get me another drink and show me your room. Then I'll decide.”

“You got it.” He grins and practically jumps out of his seat. When he returns he holds out his hand to help you off your stool, the heels you decided to wear and the drinks weren’t a good match. He hands you your drink, although you don’t really want it now. His hand finds its place on the small of your back and a fire lights up somewhere inside of you. His touch feels so familiar - comforting. He leads you out of the bar and to the elevators. Punching in the right number before the doors close, leaving you both alone in the small space. It suddenly feels too quiet.

You want to touch him, but once again you don’t want to be the one to make the first move. You don't want him to know how desperate you are for him, although you think he already knows. He’s watching you in silence, his eyes dark and wanting. A look you’ve seen a million times before - a look that makes you excited. The elevator ride is short, Stewy isn’t the type to kiss you in an elevator, and you know that, so you’re not disappointed when the doors open and he hasn’t touched you or said a word.

He gestures for you to leave first, putting his hand on the door so they don’t close on you, or him. Some people would find this strange, the silence, but it’s a game you’ve both played with each other before. A game you both enjoy. He guides you to his room with a hand on your back, just like before. When he unlocks the door and opens it for you, you suppress a gasp. As usual, Stewy needs to have the best of the best. The bride and groom's room probably isn’t even this nice. They probably couldn’t afford it - Stewy can.

“Well?” His voice sounds from behind you.

“Hm?”

”What do you think? You said you would decide when you saw the room. Is it good enough for you?”

”Uhm,” You pretend to think as you set your drink down on the dresser, turning around to dramatically inspect the room. It earns a playful eye roll from Stewy. He knows what impresses you and he knows he already has you. He already had you down at the bar.

“I think it’s okay.” You conclude, turning to face him. He hums in sarcastic agreement, looking you up and down. He’s playing the game again, who is going to end it first. Who is going to lose. You don’t like losing, and neither does he. But honestly, haven’t you already lost? He has you in his room for christ sake. He has you standing in front of him, already dripping and all he’s done is touch your leg a little and look at you the right way. So you put aside your pride and step towards him, you bring your hands up to his cheeks and roughly bring his face down to your, finally connecting your lips.

His hands immediately find their home at your hips, pulling you tightly against him. The kiss immediately turns from an innocent kiss to a hungry and passionate one, his tongue dominating your mouth. You both know each other's bodies so well, there's no need for taking it slow or asking questions.

“Fuck, Stewy.” You sigh as he backs you towards the bed, gently setting you down and climbing over you. Kissing every inch of your skin.

“God, I missed that.” He groans, marveling over the way you sigh his name. “I missed you, baby. I can admit it. I want you so badly.”

You moan softly at his words, at the way his lips feel on your neck - at how right this feels. You had missed him too. He catches you off guard when he pulls away to ask, ”Have you been fucking other people?”

“Sorry?” You giggle, “Why are you asking me that now?”

”Have you?” He presses.

“I ju- maybe.” You stutter, already missing his lips.

”Maybe?”

”I know you’ve been fucking as well.” You accuse, suddenly defensive. You push yourself up onto your elbows, despite still being trapped underneath him.

“Yeah, I have.” He says coolly.

“So?” You ask, irritated. Why was he doing this?

“So, none of them were as good as you.” His words earn an eye roll from you. “Nothing can compare to this pussy.” He adds, his hand sliding down to roughly grip your thigh and bring it over his waist. Oh, shit. His half hard cock is pressing perfectly against your pussy in this new position, the material of your dress and his suit pants keeping you apart. “And, i bet none of those guys fucked you the way i do.” One of his hands comes up to grip your chin, his other keeping him above you. He forces you to look him in the eyes as he asks, “Did they?”

“No.” You practically squeak. “None of them were like you. No one is like you, Stewy.”

You’re not even lying, after having sex with Stewy for so long nothing compared. You had gotten accustomed to a man who knew what he was doing, to a man who was generous in bed. You had gotten used to a man who could make you cum. No one had achieved that after him. Your answer obviously pleases him, he grins and leans down to kiss you again.

He ends the kiss and stands up leaving you spread out on the bed, you whine underneath him, chasing for more. He ignores you and slips off his suit jacket. He makes a show of undoing the top button of his shirt and loosening his sleeves in order to push them up to his elbows. Fuck, he looks so good. You almost want to tell him, but you don;t need to. He can see the way you're watching him, that look in your eye. He knows what you look like when you’re turned on - and this is it. He grabs your thighs and pushes your dress up to your waist, getting a good look before sliding your panties down your legs, throwing them over his shoulder somewhere.

“I’m gonna fuck you like you deserve, baby. I know what you need. I can’t wait to taste you.” He rambles as you whimper in anticipation, he presses a kiss to your ankle as he watches you buck your hips.

He has his mouth on you before you can respond. Just as you remember, he is painfully and infuriatingly good at it. He still eats pussy like it's his second nature. He still looks up at you through his gorgeous lashes as he traces your clit with his tongue. He has to hold back from grinning against you as you writhe and whimper. He groans as you sigh his name and run your hand through his hair. You remember how much you love it when he’s like this, when he's animalistic and loses his composure.

Your legs tighten around his head as he digs his fingers into the flesh of your thighs. It’s fucking embarassing how quickly you barrel towards your climax, but it has been a while. And no one else devours you like this, no one else is this good. You should have expected it. He recognizes it immediately, breaking away from you for a second to speak.

“Are you gonna come for me, baby?”

“Yes! Please, Stew.” You moan, your hands grabbing at his hair attempting to push him back down. He smiles wickedly, licking his lips as he watches you.

“God, I love it when you beg for me.” He mumbles before diving back in, allowing you to push his head down and maneuver him.

"Please make me come," you groan, arching your back. “I'm so close, don’t stop.”

And he doesn’t stop, he continues to lap at you and work you though your orgasm as you come against his mouth. His beard delightfully scratches your sensitive skin, leaving behind a delicious burning feeling. He’s painfully hard now, after watching you come and hearing you moan his name. You begin to push at his head when you come down, usually he would tease you a little now, knowing how sensitive you are and make the most of it. But he’s so fucking desprate for you, he has been all night. He’s been dreaming about being inside of you for hours now.

He’s instantly on his feet, undoing his belt and undressing. You follow suit, weakly sitting up - doing the best your legs can do when they feel like jelly, you lift your dress over your head and throw it on the floor with his clothes. He’s climbing back on top of you, kissing you hungrily. His lips and chin are still wet with your juices and you moan into his mouth as you taste yourself on his lips.

“How do you want me?” You ask breathlessly, fully prepared to submit to him- to do whatever he asks.

“Fuck,” He groans at your words, having to pause for a second. “Can you turn over for me?”

You smile, leaning up to kiss him one more time before turning over and crawling to the middle of the bed, pushing yourself up onto your knees and holding yourself up on your elbows, so your back is deliciously arched the way you know he likes. You grin as you hear him groan behind you, his hand petting your ass before he delivers a light slap to it. He steps away from you and you hear the rustling of a condom wrapper, did he have that in his fucking pocket? His words from earlier repeat in your head, ‘I only came because I hoped you would be here.’

“Plese fuck me, Stewy.” You moan softly, knowing exactly what he wants to hear. “I need you.”

”How bad?” He teases. The head of his cock is ever so slightly pressing against your entrance, he’s hardly holding back as he waits for your answer, pushing in slightly.

“So bad,” You sigh, pushing back on him so he slips easily inside of you. You both moan loudly, you love that he’s so loud and shameless in bed. He stays still once he’s bottomed out.

“Yeah?” He says through gritted teeth.

“Yes! Please move. I need to be fucked properly, only you can do it.”

The sound he makes behind you is heavenly, you knew that would work. He pulls out of you before pushing back in slowly. He always does this, he starts slow and then builds up to a bruising pace. All you can do is whimper beneath him and beg for him to fuck you faster. Your pussy sucks him in greedily, his cock pushing against that spongy spot inside of you with every thrust.

“You take me so fucking well. Like you were fucking made for me.” His voice is deep and raw.

”I think I am,” You moan. “You feel so fucking good!”

“Are you gonna come for me again, sweetheart? Gonna soak my cock?”

All you can do is furiously nod your head and moan beneath him, the sounds of your pussy squelching as he fucks you is almost embarassing. You don’t have time to think about it because he’s pulling out of you and gently flipping you over onto your back. He lifts your legs and rests his knees on the bed, throwing your feet over his shoulders and he leans over you. He guides his cock back into you and dives down to kiss you, his tongue pushing past your lips in a messy kiss. You’re both moaning into each other's mouths, not minding when your teeth momentarily clack together.

“Come on gorgeous,” He groans, he’s breathless - pressing kisses to your face between his words. You can tell he’s close too. “Come for me. Squeeze my cock. Let me fucking have it.”

He feels you tighten around him as you come, his name leaving your lips like a fucking prayer. Your hands tightening around his neck, nails digging into his skin.

“Fuck, that’s it. You look so beautiful, baby.” He talks you through it, still fucking you as you come around him.

“Oh my god,” You moan. “Come inside of me, Stewy.”

You know he’s wearing a condom, but the dirty talk is hot. He thinks so too, because that's all it takes for him to come. His head is buried in your neck, his teeth biting into the soft skin under your ear. No doubt leaving a mark, but you’ll worry about that tomorrow. Right now all you can think about is how hot he sounds when he comes, you love that he isn’t quiet, that he isn’t afraid to groan your name into your neck.

He stays still for a second, lifting his head and kissing you - gently this time, before he pulls out. You rest for a minute while he discards the condom. You hear rustling and sniffing while he’s in the bathroom and you almost want to yell out to him - this is why we broke up. But you ignore it, getting up from the bed and breezing past him as he leaves the bathroom. You close the door behind you, taking the hotel robe off the back of the door and cleaning yourself up, doing what you need to do. You wonder if you should shower, but decide you should probably go back to your own room to do that.

When you leave the bathroom he’s sitting in the bed under the covers, the tv remote in his hand. Your dress and underwear have been picked up and folded on the chair beside the bed. It makes you smile, how can someone be so thoughtful but so selfish at the same time. That’s why you broke up, you need to keep reminding yourself.

“So, I guess I'm gonna go back to my own room.” You say as you gather your things. You’re on your way back to the bathroom with your clothes when he speaks up.

“Okay,” He says, respecting your decision. “Why?”

”Why?” You repeat, stopping your tracks. “Don’t you want me to go?”

”No. I want you to watch tv with me.”

”Seriously?” You laugh before you realize he’s being serious.

“Yeah, seriously.” His face is impassive, and hard to read. But you can’t resist those big brown eyes and you drop your clothes back onto the floor and slip into bed with him.

“Hey,” He whines as he looks at your dress. “I picked that up and folded it for you and you just threw it on the floor again.”

“Sorry, how rude of me.” You laugh at the mock pout on his face. You’ve sat pretty far away from him and he eyes the space between you.

“Come here.” He says lifting up his arm so you can cuddle into his side. God, you shouldn’t be doing this, you should have left. But he smells good and this bed is so comfortable.

“Will you stay the night here?” He asks quietly

”I shouldn’t.” You sigh.

“I know.” He agrees.

Of course you end up staying the night, Stewy is very convincing. With his promise of round two and a warm shower in the morning, it’s hard to resist. He also promises an expensive breakfast after the shower, but he says, ‘only if you behave yourself.’ You spend the whole night talking and laughing with him. Not only is he the best fuck you’ve ever had, he’s also the funniest person on earth. He’s got the kindest eyes you’ve ever seen but he’s also the biggest assole you’ve ever met. He’s so confusing, but that night you decide that maybe taking a little more time to try and figure him out won’t be so bad - only time will tell.

#i couldnt think of a title btw so…. yea #im RUUSSTTYY i havent written in months lmao #apologies in advance i guess #if anyone even reads this lmao #stewy hosseini #stewy hosseini x reader #stewy hosseini x fem reader #stewy hosseini fan fiction #stewy hosseini smut #succession #succession fanfiction #fanfiction #smut #female reader #x reader

[augustghosts]

LAVENDER HAZE/ DIAL DRUNK

Warnings: alcoholism, prison, a kind of toxic relationship but it isn't really and is just evolving

Summary: you were tired of Tommy and his constant prison breaks but when he calls one night and she ignores it, he realises its the last straw.

Wordcount: 3.8k

A/N: I have loved Noel Kahans new album and this song feels so Tommy coded. I made it my own but yeah, i hope you enjoy it

I dial drunk, I’ll die a drunk, I’ll die for you

He had promised himself that he would never think about you again, never think about the one girl who had managed to break a playboy's heart but as he was hauled into that car, he wasn't ashamed that he blurted out your home phone number to the police.

They threw him into the back of the car ignoring his words and that’s when the shame set in. He shouldn’t be thinking about you as his first point of contact when an emergency happened but he did, almost like a reflex.

He had loved you for the longest time so when you had finally agreed to date him, he had been overjoyed. He had treated you like you were a queen, like you were a goddess and he was only worthy of kneeling at your altar.

It had been good for a few months, it had been amazing actually. That was until his old habits started to set in again. He was drinking heavily, coming home at 3am and collapsing on the sofa, getting into bar fights and causing trouble. You couldn’t count the amount of times you had to patch him up after a fight on one hand.

You loved him, more than anything else in the entire world but when you had to bail him out of jail three times within the span of four weeks, your relationship started to crash down.

It was little things, small petty fights over him tracking mud into the house, or breaking a vase when he came in drunk. It all culminated into him yelling at you drunk at a party, leaving you to kick him out of the house, throwing his clothes in a suitcase and leaving it at Joel's house.

He woke up in his car, hungover and confused. He couldn't believe that he had ruined the relationship for himself and no matter how many times he called and begged for your forgiveness, you never answered. It had been two months since the altercation and he doubted you would ever forgive him so he tried to forget, drowning in a bottle of tequila and passing out on Joel’s couch.

The whole drive was overwhelming, the sound of the street along him drowning him. The sound of static from the police radio and the cars driving past in the night, the wind coming in through the slightly cranked down window all allowed him not to think too hard about you.

Not to think too hard about the curve of your face, the way that you would smile and your eyes would crinkle in the corners, that little scrunch your nose would do whenever he did something just slightly amusing. He didn’t want to think about any of the good things about you but he always came back to it.

Always come back to you.

He would always come back to the image of you lying in his bed in just his shirt, the sun coming in through the curtains in the summer breeze. You were always the image of perfection, even when you’d just woken up and he had thrown that all away for some addiction that he was trying to get over.

Like a child sensing that they’re nearing the house, he looked out of the window to see the flashing lights of the police station come into view.

The man opened the door, placing a hand on the top of Tommys head as he manoeuvred him out of the car. They looked at his record, a couple of small misdemeanours but nothing big enough to give him jail time. They brought him over to the phone for his one phone call and Tommy didn't know what to do.

He hesitated at the machine. He took a deep breath in through his nose, exhaling slowly, just like you taught him. He turned the first digit, wondering whether he should pester Joel with another call. It didn't seem fair to him, or the seven year old Sarah.

Anyway, his body was trying to convince him to call you. Like muscle memory, he called you up, dialling in your number like he never forgot it.

When he finished, the phone made a clicking noise and he pulled the phone up to his ear, hands still cuffed together which made the whole thing a little but more difficult. He waited for a second and then that familiar dial tone started to ring through his ears.

There was a nervous sinking feeling in his stomach, wondering if you would answer. If you had any sense you wouldnt and Tommy began to regret his decision to use his one phone call to call a woman that he knew probably wouldn't even answer.

It kept going, that ominous and grating sound of the dialling machine. Tommy stared at the phone, eyes practically glaring into the phone in some hope that you would pick up. But it didn’t, it just rang and it rang and it rang and eventually it stopped.

That’s when he heard your voice, “Hi, it’s me,” you started to say, a cheerful tone to your voice and Tommy's heart skipped a beat, allowing himself a moment of optimism before you continued into the prerecorded message, “If I haven’t picked up it must mean I’m super busy so call me back after the beep,”

He pulled away from the phone, forehead falling onto the machine as he just stood there for a second with the realisation that you had finally let go of him but he hadn’t let go of you. He should have called Joel, or Nigel from work, or even that blonde that he had been talking to sometimes when he got lonely but no, he chose you and you had let him down.

The two police officers who were standing behind him shared a look between them, one that was full of pity. They had seen many men walk the floors of these cells, seen many of them get angry girlfriends turning up and frustrated siblings and parents but it was very rare that their one phone call didn’t pick up.

“Come on,” one said, ignoring the feeling of pity for Tommy that was sinking in his stomach.

He placed a gentle hand on Tommys bicep, trying to usher him away but Tommy shook the man's hand away, turning to him with tears in his eyes. The officer wanted to be mad but he could see how much you ignoring his phone call had hurt him.

“Please, let me call her again,” he was begging at this point, desperate for you to answer.

Her. The officer knew it was a girlfriend or some woman who was important to him who had left him hanging there. Even he thought that what you had done was wrong, he was in no place to judge, it was just his job to take him back into the cell.

Tommy Miller had done so many things in his life. He had been in the army, praising a flag that he had believed in and he had failed at that. He had tried to be a good brother, a good uncle and sometimes he succeeded but deep down he knew he was failing. And now he had failed you again but ending up in prison; you were the only flag he would praise if he could, get on his hands and knees and beg for forgiveness if that’s what yo7 wanted him to do.

“Wait, she’ll call me back,” he muttered, almost not believing it himself,

“We have to go,”

“Fuck that,” his tone was angry and the police officers face turned from one of pit6 to one of anger as he tightened his grip on his arm, “Sorry, I, just,” he took a deep breath, composing himself, not letting any of the tears slip out, “Let me try again,”

“One phone call, that’s it,” the man stated.

There was silence as he knocked his forehead into the phone. He couldn't believe that you had let him down, but he had let you down first. He had let you down so many times and he understood why you didn't answer the call, he wouldn’t have answered it if someone had done to him what he had done to you.

The police officer sighed, knowing how it felt to be a young man in prison on a small charge, “Son, lets go,” he tried to sound harsh but it sounded more pitying.

Tommy nodded, allowing the man to pull him towards the cell, chucking him in there. He sat on the bench, hands up cuffed at this point. He had his head in his hands, not knowing what he was going to do.

You had heard the call. You had let the phone ring and ring and ring because you knew who it was from. The only person who ever called you at 3am in the morning was Tommy Miller.

It had been two months and you felt awful about ignoring him. Everyone had told you that you did the right thing by leaving him, especially after he blew up at you. You knew about his alcoholism and nobody else really did.

You heard your own voicemail go off and waited.

The phone rang again, he didn't normally ring twice.

The phone rang again, you started to worry.

When the phone rang for a third time, you stormed across the room, pulling the phone off of its holder and bringing it to your ear, “Mrs Miller?” The man questioned.

You had never heard the voice before and you don't recognise the number, also, nobody had ever called you that before and you couldn't deny the flutter in your stomach at the sound of the words.

“No, that’s not my last name,” you stated, confused. You looked around, panic starting to set in, “Who the hell is this?”

“I didn't think that was your last name,” the man muttered to himself before he cleared his throat, “Tommys in jail again,”

“Who is this?” You repeated, shaking your head.

The police officer from earlier was standing at the desk, having rang you on his own personal phone in hopes that you would have picked up. He smiled to himself, “Officer Mulligan, ma’am,” he stated, “Tommy Miller was arrested earlier this even-“

You scoffed into the phone, cutting his conversation off, “I don’t care, goodbye,” you said, fully prepared to hang up on the police officer.

You didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore. He had broken your heart and you were done giving him any attention or say in your life. This was where it ended.

“Please don't,” he called out, ignoring the looks that he received from some other men at the station, “I was like him once, had a girl like you. I didn't make that call and I should have, maybe I wouldn't have ended up here,” he took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose, “You don’t have to come, but here’s the address, come pick him up,”

He said the address before hanging up and you were left there, thinking to yourself. This could change your entire life. You could decide not to go and forget that Tommy Miller ever existed or you could drive to that jail and maybe get the love of your life back.

There was no right decision, just the one that you felt in your gut. As you stood there, looking between the phone and your car keys, you knew that there was only one decision you could make that would help you sleep at night.

Thirty minutes later, you were standing in front of the desk of the police station. You had bags under your eyes from how tired you were at waking up at the hour and you were nervous.

You were a little bit embarrassed that you were at the station at 3:30 am, standing at the desk with your cardigan wrapped around you in the colder Texan weather in December.

The man looked up from the paper he was writing on the desk, looking you up and down before brushing his hand over his face and deciding to interact with you, “What do you want?”

The question was harsh and you were taken aback at his attitude. You looked around, that nervous feeling creeping up again before you took a deep breath, inhaling through your nose, “I’m here to uh, bail out a guy,” you stated, trying to sound confident.

The man hummed in response, calling one of the other officers over. He looked you up and down again before walking away, leaving you to stand at the desk alone. You were already nervous enough being here and now you were alone, the conversation having made you uncomfortable.

“You here to bail someone out?” The police officer asked, a kind smile on his face. He was a few years older than Tommy, maybe the same age as Joel and there were little crinkles in the corner of his eyes as he smiled.

You nodded, “Uh, Tommy Miller,” you stated.

The man chuckled to himself and you watched in confusion, you didn't know why it was so funny, maybe Tommy had done something really bad this time; you only had enough money to afford a small bail.

“Bails set at $100,” he stated and you nodded, reaching into the bag and pulling out a handful of crumpled up bills. You flicked through them, counting them under your breath before handing the man the correct amount, “Thank you ma’am,” he muttered, counting them himself before pocketing it, “Let me get him,”

He looked at your nervous demeanour and before he walked off, he turned back to you, trying to comfort you.

“First time?” He asked.

You scoffed, shaking your head, “Not at all,” you looked around the station, “First time here though,”

He nodded before walking away. You stood there in silence, leaning up against the wall, aimlessly reading some flyers that were pinned up on the opposite wall. You saw the mean officer from earlier standing by a water cooler, giving you a look before continuing with his business.

You picked at a loose thread on your jumper as you waited, anxious. You hadn’t seen or spoken to Tommy in two months and though you wouldn’t admit it, you missed him like crazy. You missed his rendition of American Pie in the kitchen in the early hours of the morning and the way he would laugh at your jokes even though they were not that funny.

As you waited for him to come out, your heart was racing. He could get mad again, he could still be drunk. But you weren't scared of him, you had never been scared of him because you knew he would never hurt you - even when he yelled at you that one time at a part, you weren't scared, just disappointed, angry.

The police officer walked back round the corner, offering you a small smile as he turned to someone who was still waiting behind the corner (you assumed it was Tommy).

He looked at Tommy, the awkward man ready to face the wrath of Joel - unsure how the man knew he was in jail again. Instead, the police officer stopped him, “You say sorry, and you win that girl back son. No girl i ever dated would’ve come for me at 4am in the morning,” he gestured round the corner and Tommy walked round.

He was shocked to see you standing there, fiddling with your hands nervously as you waited for him. Just the sight of you made his heart skip a beat, like he was a little kid seeing his crush on the playground again.

He whispered your name, chills going up your spine at the sound of his voice. You could feel the familiar feeling of hot burning of tears in the back of your eyes already just from looking at him.

“Let’s go,” you said, trying to hide the slight crack in your voice.

He nodded, following you outside. He couldn't take his eyes off of you, unable to believe that you had showed up for him. He didn't ask himself how you knew where he was or why yet, just following you to the car.

He sat in the passenger's seat, memories coming back to him. The car was where you had your first kiss together and he could see it now, all the memories. Your hand pressed against the fogged up windows and his lips on yours or your laugh at the drive in when he ordered the wrong thing.

Tommy looked over at you, those dark eyes meeting yours, “I’m sorry,” the words tumbled from his mouth before he could say anything else, before he could think of anything else.

“Don’t,” you started to say, knowing if he said anything else than you would break down, all those feelings you’ve been holding back would spill out.

“Baby, im sorry,” he shook his head, trying to hold back tears himself, “I shouldn’t have yelled,”

You looked away from him, a tear slipping down your cheek, “You have a problem Tommy,” you said, your voice timid; it was very unlike you.

“I know,” he admitted. It was the first time he had ever said that out loud. You turned to look at him, shocked by his confession and then more shocked by the tears that were streaming, “I-I know I needed to stop drinking then, and I've tried,” he shook his head, “But drinkings the only thing that gets the bullets in my head to stop,”

“Tommy,” you muttered, words getting stuck in your throat.

You loved the man in front of you and as you looked at him, you realised that you never stopped loving him, never. Not even when you were ignoring him, you still cared about him more than anyone else.

“Give me one more chance,” he begged, leaning forward into your space any other time you would have left now, annoyed at him.

You didn't want to leave. He was being so vulnerable with you, just like when he would wake up in the middle of the night screaming about the war. You reached a hand out, taking his.

He looked down at your mingled hands and shook his head, almost like he didn’t believe it was real. He looked back at your face and only now noticed that you were crying.

Tommy reached his free hand up, brushing one of the tears away. He left his hand there and you leant into the warmth of his palm, missing the feeling of his skin against yours.

“I love you,” he whispered, giving you a moment to allow the words to sink in.

“Okay,” you muttered, lip quivering as you looked at him, feeling his hand fall from your face.

You let go of his hand, bringing it up to his cheek and feeling the warmth of his skin against yours for the first time in so long. He looked down at your hand, manoeuvring himself slightly so that he could press a kiss against the delicate skin of your wrist, feeling your heart pounding underneath.

You felt a chill go down your spine at the feeling of his lips and you only just realised how much you truly missed his presence, “There’s always a space at mine for you,” you promised, “But I need you to stop drinking. Full sober,”

It was your one condition. There was to be no consumption of alcohol and to make it easier for him, you were ready to become a non-drinker as well. He knew how serious you were and nodded, knowing that he was not going to let anything one in between the two of you, not now and not ever again.

“I promise,” he mumbled, pressing another kiss to your wrist. He wrapped his hand around your wrist, bringing your knuckles to his lips, peppering kisses on your skin, “I promise, I promise,” he repeated over and over again like a prayer to you that he knew he wasn’t allowed to break.

You looked at him, at the tears that were starting to dry on his tanned skin and the way that his chest heaved with every breath he took. He was ready to let you become his drug, the central being that grounded him.

Whilst some days, Tommy was half the man that he used to be, whenever he was around you, he became the person that he had always wanted to be. You were the person he wanted to be just like, the woman that he knelt for and prayed for and loved more than anything else.

“I love you,” he whispered after the beats of silence.

You nodded, sniffling. You looked away from him for a second, your cheeks heating up, “Tommy,” for some reason, the words were heavy on your tongue and you didn't know how you were going to be able to say it, but when you did, it was easy, “I still love you,”

He let out a sob at the words, chest heaving. You had never seen him so vulnerable, so broken and so raw. It was like the man beneath was finally here and as you took his head in your hands, looking into his eyes, you knew you could never leave him.

“Come home with me,” you asked, your voice timid, almost as if you thought he would reject you. You knew he wouldn't, you knew the answer. You just wanted to hear him say it, “Come home,”

He nodded, his head, “Okay,”

You leaned in, so close that you could feel his nose brushing against yours, “Can I kiss you?” You whispered, so quiet only he could hear, almost as if you didn't want anyone else in the world to interrupt this moment. It was yours.

“Please,” the begging was unlike the usually confident Tommy and as you kissed him, all soft, you knew this was it for you, you could never love a man more than you loved Tommy miller.

#AHHHHHHH THIS IS SOOOO GOOD!!!!! #IM CRYING!!! #oh tommy 💔🥹 #i loved this so much #tommy recs

[augustghosts]

Hey everyoneeeee my laptop is currently broken and im still struggling with my new job which is why I haven’t been on here or writing!

But anyone whos sent me a request I have seen it and im so grateful and I promise i will work on them at some point <3 I just need a new laptop which is you know…. 💰 money i don’t have rn 😭 i just hate writing on my phone and writing isn’t coming to me easily these days anyway 💔

Hopefully I’ll be posting something soon!! 🫶

#i saw Oppenheimer yesterday though #so good!!! #also kinda in my chris pine era again which makes me wanna write for aos kirk because i miss him so much sometimes #but dont worry i have loads of tommy wips #he will return on this blog i swear #🩵

[augustghosts]

Hiiii do you have any ATJ&characterd recs?

hii yes, i have a few! most of them are Tangerine but i have a couple for Pietro and Kraven. also i think i've probably shared a lot of these to my rec blog so apologies if you've read them! i've been a bit busy as of late so i haven't had as much time to find and read fics

Tangerine

desperado! by @keravnous (also literally all of her tangerine fics tbh)

Wedding Ring by @augustghosts

Backup Plan by @tangerinesilk

Killshot by @megplant

the touch you crave by @spidervee

sophisticated by @tawus

the codeine scene by @konigbabe

Pietro Maximoff

Learn To Love Again by @sweeter-innocence-fics

Kraven

The Hunter by @sidepartskinnyjeans

#💓

[augustghosts]

ahhh just wanted to say i love ur blog and fics !! tommy miller has my entire heart and i think he deserves more a lot more recognition tbh

Thank you so much!!! It means so much to me that u like my fics 🫶 He definitely is severely underrated😫 i will be writing more for him soon!!

[augustghosts]

Now wait a minute…. how did you just have me feeling sad for a bad guy? It only lasted a few seconds, but it was there 😭😭😭😭 ugh i loved this! I love some protective din 🤭🥰

ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES

Pairing: Din Djarin x gn!Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: pirates come looking for Grogu but find you alone in the cabin instead

Warnings: canon-typical violence, mentions of decapitation, no angst, yeah you read that right decapitation but no angst to be found in this bad boy, it's just comical trash, crack fic really, reader is a sarcastic asshole, married couple, slightly unhinged reader, Din even more so and don't get me started on Grogu, cabin fic, mentions of Moff Gideon.

A/N: this started off as a serious fic full of sorrow, then somehow turned into a night time comedy special. I'm proud of myself.

You don't normally let Din and Grogu head to the marketplace without you, but you woke up with a sore throat this morning and it hasn't gone away. You tried to convince your husband to let you join them. Fresh air would do you good, you had helplessly reasoned.

"Fresh air does nothing for sore throats. Rest does though mesh'la." Din argued back.

"Oh I didn't realise you were the one who dropped out of med school."

Needless to say, you didn't win that argument.

So now you're stuck in a cabin that you didn't know could be so quiet. For there only being three of you, the house is constantly loud. To be fair Grogu is now speaking in full sentences.

You've been alone before without them, but this time there's something unsettling. Like a bad omen is lurking in the daylight.

You should've contacted Din the moment the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. But you didn't and now you're standing in the living room with two men as you stare down the barrel of a blaster.

"You're going to regret this," You sighed, dramatically, "Look, I'm currently in the middle of making dinner and I have a sore throat. Can we get this over with?"

The tall one – let's call him Lance – glanced over at the short one – Manny. Yeah, that suits him – and sent him a baffled look.

"Where's The Child?" Manny growled and despite knowing you'll win this, you always do, your stomach turned at knowing they're here for your son.

With a shrug you crossed your arms non threateningly, "It's just me here. I'll let you know if I see a child though."

Lance glanced around the room, "You have a lot of kids toys for not having a kid."

"What? A person can't have a hobby?" You raised your brow, acting mildly offended.

Manny stepped forward, hand tightening around his weapon, "Enough! I know you have The Child. Give him to us and we won't kill you. Deal?"

"A deal?" You scoffed, "Why the hell would I make a deal with some lousy pirate? You're not even holding your blaster properly."

He looked down at his weapon, brows drawn tightly together, "I'm not?"

You tisked and pointed to the gun, "Allow me?"

When he gave a small nod you stepped forward, "Here, one hand grips right here... Good, now loosen this hand."

As soon as the blaster is loose enough you grabbed it out of his hand and pressed it against the lower region of his body. He froze, eyes going comically wide.

Lance, being weaponless already, raised his hands in an act of surrender. Honestly when you first felt like you were being watched you thought it would be a little more exciting than this. There's always next Monday you guess.

"You two are actually doing me a favour, bearing you don't have any allergies," You waited for them to shake their heads, "Good. Follow me into the kitchen. See, I've been trying out a recipe for my husband and I's anniversary – it's this weekend, you're not invited. Anyways, I'm not sure I have the correct level of spice to it."

"I'm sure your husband will enjoy it."

"Thank you Lance," You smiled and held a fork full of spicy food to his mouth. You watched as he took in the flavour and deemed it plenty spiced enough, "I'll get you boys a plate full."

Your eyes darted back and forth as they ate, taking in every reaction they had to each bite. It's a silent meal, rather uncomfortable for them you imagine.

Manny set down his fork, "This is our last meal isn't it?"

You blew out a breath, "Sometimes you gotta learn the hard way that your actions have consequences."

Lance politely raised his hand, "Can I have a glass of water?"

"Unfortunately, Lance, you can't. You know why? Because you're trying to murder my family, that's why." You growled, then cocked your head towards the door leading outside, "Now do I have to tie you both to the porch or can I trust you to behave and sit like good boys?"

"We'll behave," Lance said, stepping over the cabin's entry doorway, "Right Manny?"

The short man huffed, "I ain't itching for a blaster fire to the back, Lance."

They both sat on the bench and leaned back against the wall. You took a seat opposite of them, perched on top of the railing you had installed after you moved in.

"Who do you work for?" You asked, blaster twirling in your hand, safety on.

Manny rolled his eyes, "We work for ourselves."

You hummed, "Why us? Why the kid?"

"Figured it would be an easy target now that the Mandalorian is dead."

For the first time since he interrupted your day, you're taken back at his words, "Dead, you say?"

"Yeah, in the fight with Moff Gideon." Lance explained, "We heard you adopted his son."

You have to give him credit for knowing at least that part. You did adopt Grogu. Married Din the same day too.

How many people out there think Din's dead? And who's the dumbass that thought Moff Gideon could kill Din?

Your eyes narrowed in on Lance when his jaw dropped and you could see the faint shine of sweat gathered at his temple, "Am I seeing things?"

"Oftentimes yes, but that's him," Manny shrunk in on himself, eyes forward in horror, "That's the Mandalorian."

You look back behind you, your eyes locking in on your husband. He looks furious, even underneath all his armour. His blaster is already in his hand and floating beside him is Grogu. Your son has his hand held up directly in front of him, eyes squinted – a warning.

This is the proudest you've ever been.

"Ner kar'ta," Din's hands are on you, moving different parts of your clothing around searching for a wound he won't find, "Are you okay?"

Lance nodded, "A little parched – oh, you're not talking to me, right that makes more sense."

You smiled down at the man. He's absolutely hopeless, but it gives him a fun personality. Too bad he has to die.

"I'm okay, I promise," You reassured him, "How was the marketplace?"

"Dull without you there to keep us company," Din said, Grogu nodding in agreement, "How was resting?"

You glanced down at the two men, "I had some unwanted visitors interrupting my relaxation."

Din looked them over, "Why are they unharmed?"

"The only weapon I had in reach was Manny's blaster," You held up the weapon while simultaneously introducing Manny to your husband, "Felt wrong to kill a man with his own gun."

Din pulled Manny up by the back of his shirt, the short man standing on his tippy toes to avoid strangulation.

Manny patted Din's beskar chest piece of armour, "Look Mr. Mandalorian, this is all a misunderstanding-,"

"Yeah," Lance stood up and his friend shook his head, silently telling him to stop, "We thought you were dead."

Din dropped Manny. The man crumbled to the ground, Din's foot pinning him down. You watched as your husband's attention turned to Lance.

"And that gave you permission to hunt down my riduur and child?" He growled, every bit the Mandalorian these pirates fear, "Tell me why I shouldn't put your head on a pike for all your pirate friends to see."

Lance turned to you for help. You looked past him to your husband and nodded, "It would give me much pleasure to see shabuirs like them displayed as an example to why no one touches my family."

"What my riduur wants, they shall receive," Din hauled both men up, his grip tight enough to leave nasty bruises on their skin, "This should only take two hours. Longer if the tall one is stupid enough to run his mouth."

"Two hours!" Manny exclaimed, "I can cut my own head off in less than a minute. I'll even save you some effort and behead Lance too!"

"You don't understand," Din grinned under his helmet, body humming with anticipation, "The effort is my favourite part," Din nodded his head in your direction, "Eat without me, mesh'la. I'll be back in time to tuck Grogu in."

"I'll have the shower ready for you when you get home," You promised, "Oh, and make sure to take your time, alright?"

Din activated his jetpack, throwing down a quick 'i love you' before taking off. You looked down at Grogu, "Your buir and I will never let anything or anyone hurt you. We love you, kid"

[augustghosts]

OMG!!!!! I don’t think this is out of character at aaaaall i think you absolutely nailed it 😫😫 i love this so much!! Its got me doing this

Kicking my feet and squealing over him frrrr 🫶

ARE YOU DEATH OR PARADISE l BORO POLONIA

Boro Polonia x f!Reader Rating - Mature (18+) MINORS DNI Words - 3.9K Content Warning - Violence, gun use, adult content, smut, p in v, Boro may be slightly out of character (I tried my best!), slightly proof read/edited. A/N - This is written for my friend @goldgilzean. She's the number one Boro Polonia girlie and I wanted to write something for her. Friend, I hope you like it. I hope all of you like it. Also, I'm going to h-e-double hockey sticks after writing this, even though my smut is shit, lol. l Please remember to like, comment and reblog for support!

The muffled sounds eases you awake. You try to blink away the darkness that surrounds you, and you let out a guttural groan when you begin to feel the hard pounding of pain at the back of your head. Slowly you shake your head in hopes to ease the pain, but when you feel the nausea start to stir at the base of your throat, you realize that being still is all you could handle at this point.

The air you breathe in is hot and suffocating, and you let out a gasp when you feel the heaviness of the fabric rest around your neck. You tried to keep your breathing at bay to prevent suffocation, knowing if you lost control that you would lose air quickly.

"Please, please," you heard a voice beside you. It was familiar to you, the man that you've worked with the last four months words came out flustered. He seemed to be begging for his life. "I never wanted any of this to happen!"

"You do realize the codes reset every two weeks." The voice that responds is another familiar one to you. "For a man that is highly recommended in the field, all you have done is disappoint me, Markus."

"Boro - please," Markus whimpers, almost in defeat.

The clicking of a pistol and the cries of Markus is almost deafening as your heartbeat fills your ears - just as deafening as when the trigger is pulled. You didn't know what was worse: the sound of Markus' body falling to the ground or the silence that followed it.

Your frightened sharp gasp now filled the room, and you feared you were next to join Markus. You wondered if Jeremiah was alive, but knowing how stubborn he was, you had guessed that he had met the same fate as Markus.

The pull of the bag from your head was rough and fast, bringing a few strands of your hair to fall over your face. You welcomed in the dingy air, and your chest burned slightly as it filled your lungs. The light above you was bright, your eyes stinging and watering from it as you slowly grew accustomed to it. Cain stood in front of you with the black bag in his hands before walking across the room, revealing Boro at a close distance.

Boro makes sure his finger is off of the trigger when he runs the tip of the pistol against his dark curls. He's agitated. When he put all of you to the task to retrieve the code to the suitcase, he expected quick results. With the code constantly resetting, he expected quick results. Time was simply running out, and he was losing his patience.

"One down," Boro waves his pistol carefully in front of him, staring in awe on how the light reflects at the metallic metal. "One bullet left."

His eyes are now on someone next you, and you don't dare to move your neck, not when you don't want to feel the recurring pain to bounce back.

It seemed to be in a quick moment that he is looking at you now, his brown eyes staring into yours that you seemed to feel his anger seep deep into your veins. And then his eyes peeled away from you as quickly as he did when his eyes landed on to you. He lifted himself off from the table, his hand swinging at his side, his finger tapping impatiently on the trigger.

"Now," A sly smile appears on his lips. "Which one of you will give me the code?"

"Hey man," It surprised you when you felt relief to hear the voice of Jeremiah. "Fuck you - you really think we were going to give it to you?"

Jeremiah tries to laugh at Boro's aggravation, but as his body shook with laughter, it reminded him of the shot wound at his side.

Boro doesn't waste any time, taking long heavy steps towards Jeremiah and placing the tip of the pistol between his brows.

Jeremiah doesn't wince. He's well prepared for his end. He knows the bullet hole at his side is beyond repair for saving. Regardless, he begins to breathe heavily, baring his teeth while sitting through the pain.

"The code - Jeremiah," Boro tilts his head to the side, his face softening as he spoke his words, yet the color of his eyes disappeared quickly as his pupils expanded. "Please."

It took everything to turn your head towards them, finding Cain looking at Boro and Jeremiah. The suitcase was set right beside Cain's hip, his fingers curling over the plastic case at the ready.

Jeremiah gulped and nodded his head. "Alright, alright." And you could sense Boro relaxing, lowering the gun away from his face. "I'll tell you the code," The look on Jeremiah's face screams disappointment, he knew he was better than this, but when a smirk curves on his lips, you knew. "The code is Get. Fucked."

Boro stands tall now, and even Cain is reaching for his own pistol, aiming it at Jeremiah's head. While Jeremiah laughs, ignoring the pain at his side, Boro paces, but he is quick at his actions. Boro lifts his knee and kicks Jeremiah where his wound resides, and the scream that follows echoes against the dark, grimy walls.

"Boro!" Your voice replaces Jeremiah's cries, and Boro is quick to put his full attention on you. You're relieved when the pistol is aimed off of Jeremiah, and even Cain has lowered his. You closed your eyes for a moment while shaking your head in disbelief. "I'll give you the code."

Boro smiles, and you could almost feel his agitation slip away from him as he approaches you. You couldn't have prevented Markus' death; it had happened so quickly, but you felt relief wash over you if it meant you could spare Jeremiah's, even if that meant giving Boro access to a weapon so deadly that it could wipe out the world.

He stands at a distance, almost standing in the middle between you and Jeremiah. His finger continued to tap against the trigger; he wasn't going to be happy until the suitcase opened. You sighed as you told them the code; it was a long code to remember, but it was rooted deep at the back of your brain for instances like these. Cain's thumbs got to work at the silver switches at the lock.

Jeremiah whimpered as he said your name while shaking his head. "Don't!" He cried out when he heard the suitcase click open. Cain opened the lid of the suitcase and gave a simple nod towards Boro when the contents that they were acquiring settled inside.

Boro's smile was wicked as he looked at you. "I knew I could count on you." The words were sweet, almost laced with adoration as he spoke to them towards you that it had distracted you for a moment before Boro aimed the pistol blindly towards Jeremiah, the bullet striking through the man's cheek and through his skull.

And he filled the space between you, your eyes closing while his hand caressed your cheek. It always surprised you how a man so dangerous could have such a delicate touch. His fingers brushed the loose strands behind your ear to make it easier for him to kiss your brow.

His words sent a cold chill down your spine. "Well done, my darling."

His charm was what always lured you back to him, and you knew he blinded you so easily.

Four months ago, he put his trust in you to work with the Black Lotus to retrieve the files he needed to create the weapon. You were to work undercover, and Boro gave you everything you needed to succeed - including a new identity. You couldn't deny you thought of running away completely with this new identity. To throw away your old life to start anew somewhere where you wouldn't be found.

You knew of Boro's capabilities. He was a smart man. He'd track you down before you would step foot on the wrong plane. He had people watching you, running away was simply never an option.

But every time the Black Lotus brought up Boro Polonia, your eyes would fall to the gold bracelet that dangled around your wrist. A reminder that despite his cruelty towards the world and his actions towards those who betrayed him, he was good to you. He made sure that no one dared to lay a single finger on you. That no one brought harm to you.

The nurse that tended to your wounds was harsh, her fingers pressing hard into your bruised skin that you hissed. All of your wounds reminded you the night before Boro and his men captured you, Markus and Jeremiah. The shootout was intense, bullets firing in every direction, and you had feared that innocent people were killed in the process.

A few raps at your door was one you recognized, one that Boro always used to make himself known before he stepped into your room. You looked over your shoulder as he shut the door, and you lightly scoffed at the sight of him wearing new clothes from earlier. He always did after every interrogation; he never wanted to show off the stains of his violence with you around, as if he didn't want you to know that side of him. Even though you were the one in the interrogation, and you couldn't help but feel disgusted with yourself.

"Leave us." Boro said sternly, and the nurse nodded towards him.

Boro looked over his shoulder, waiting for confirmation that the both of you were all alone. When the door clicked shut, he sat across from you, his hands immediately tracing over the tools and bandages. He looked over the nurse's work and clicked his tongue against his teeth in disapproval.

You shuttered at the touch of him, his fingers cold while he unwrapped the bandage, discarding it on the oval tray beside the cloths covered in your own blood. He ignored your slight shivering and got straight to work. He made sure the cuts were bound gently yet secure with stitches and the bandages were bound with the right pressure not to hurt you.

"I've missed you, my darling." He broke the silence between the two of you. His attention was fully set on carefully tying up the knot to finish stitching up the wound inside of your arm.

Your eyes flicked from his work to his, finding that your own met his in an intense gaze. He did not hesitate to lean towards you, his lips opening just slightly to press a kiss upon you, yet you pulled away from him, so you were just out of reach.

He raised his hand to you, his thumb and pointer finger taking hold of your chin delicately to have you face him. "What's this, hmm?" His eyes are all over you, taking in your blank expression. You weren't giving in so quickly.

You hadn't noticed your jaw was clenched; not even his touch could take away the anger you had towards him. "You promised me no one was to be hurt."

"Ah," his fingers slip away from you as he settles comfortably against the back of the wooden chair. "I promised you no one was to be hurt at your expense. Seeing as they gained the knowledge of who you were, who you were really working for…" He lifted his hands in the air and shrugged as he betrayed his own promise, and he laughed. "If I had been there sooner, it would have been a quicker death sentence for the Black Lotus."

You sighed. Markus had distracted you so easily that you caught on too late that he himself was the Black Lotus. Even Boro was smart enough to put the two and two together of Markus' true nature.

Boro's fingers trace over the edge of the round glazed wooden table, watching as his nails barely scratched the surface. "I was told Markus was a terrifying man to work for. If only those knew how much of a whining coward he was."

You again lightly scoffed, rubbing your fingers over your brow to ease the headache that started at the front of your head. The last few months were torture, sitting through meetings of Markus - the Black Lotus - erupting in many breakdowns that many had left and were never seen again for a period of time. His anger took a toll on his employees.

"My only concern that I have," Boro shifts in his chair as his mind wanders, mentally going over the data that was in the suitcase. "Is why did he not succeed in creating the weapon of his own? I fear the calculations are false, and all of this would have been for nothing."

A smile sneaked onto your lips, and you instinctively grabbed your glass of red wine. "It will work, I promise." The look you gave him over the rim of your glass as you took a sip quickly intrigues him. You lowered your glass to continue. "When Markus had me overlook the calculations I gave him, I switched numbers around, coded it to be unrecognizable to the system." You set your glass back onto the table and rest your hand back into your lap. "Thankfully, I looked it over so many times that the code became easy to remember. So yes, the code inside of the files are false, but it can easily be fixed."

This is especially where you knew Boro had blinded you so completely. You would not let a man other than Boro create the deadly weapon that you had used your knowledge to prevent it. You wanted him to succeed and to watch others fail. Boro taking down the Black Lotus once and for all was the next step for him to complete his plans.

Your smile widened as Boro bit the inside of his cheek as he took it all in.

"You have done well," Boro said proudly as he began to lean forward, his hands settling on each of your knees. His fingers fanned out and slowly moved up your thighs while he moved closer to you. He gently pecked the curve of your neck, one in which you instantly melted at. "My darling."

He barely pulls away to move to the opposite side of you, this time his lips lingered on your skin longer, taking his time nipping at your neck.

You closed your eyes and sighed, enjoying every press of his warm mouth against your jawline. Boro left traces of himself as he marked you, and you could not help but whine while he roughly tugged your skin in between his teeth, and he soothed away the pain with the flat of his tongue.

Your body reacted in a way you only knew how at this very moment, by giving yourself fully to him.

You carefully pushed Boro away from you, pressing his back against the back of the chair. He watched your every move, biting his bottom lip in anticipation as you rest your knees on either side of his hips to straddle him. Your hands found their temporary home through his thick curls, gently pulling his head back so that when you finally kiss him, you kiss him deep.

It was a relief to finally feel Boro again after all this time - and by the way he held you - his hands sneaking underneath your shirt and gripping at your waist as if he did not want to let you go, you knew he missed you equally.

Your back arched into his chest once you felt the cold metal of his rings come in contact with your bare skin. Lucky for you, Boro wore multiple rings. Not just to show them off, but he knew how much you enjoyed feeling the cold press of them along with the warmth of his skin on you.

Your lips trailed down his cheek to echo his ministrations from just a moment before, leaving your own marks on his neck. His breath was hot as he began to pant at your ear, feeling the way your hips started to slowly roll over his. You started to reveal his olive skin, your fingers moving surprisingly slow to unbutton his fine pressed shirt.

With his chest now exposed, your hands took their time to explore his skin, running along the dips and crevices of his thick toned body. He quietly moaned when your fingers caressed over his hardened nipples, and you smiled when it was so easy to have Boro quickly become undone by your touch.

You broke away from him briefly and sat up straight to have Boro slip the shirt off of you, his eyes perfectly lined with your lace lined bra. He is usually quick to undo your bra away from your body, so it surprised you when he pulled your forward, not wasting any time to trace his tongue along the lace. Your fingers clutched at his shoulders, creating half-moons into his skin through the fabric of his shirt.

Boro smiles into the exposed plump of your breast, his teeth pulling at the delicate fabric. His left hand starts to undo the clamps of your bra while his other slithers down in between your bodies, and you instantly felt yourself melting at his touch, his fingers gliding through your folds to find how wet you were for him already. "I knew you missed me."

With your breasts now fully exposed to him and your bra on the floor next to your shirt, you sighed. "Yes…" The words you want to speak become blurred in your mind as his mouth begins to work on your breast, his tongue flicking over your hardened peak. With his fingers slowly circling your sensitive clit, Boro takes his free hand to caress the ridges of his rings against your other breast, trailing over your hardened nipple.

You weren't going to last long like this, and you wanted to last as long as you could manage with him. Thankfully, Boro gave one last lick at your nipple before you took hold of his face, holding him away from your chest. "I fucking missed you so much, Boro." You said before kissing him hard, and Boro's fingers slipped from the constraints of your jeans to hold you tight against him.

Boro held onto you as he stood from the chair, his arm swinging at the contents of the wooden table to clear off the surface. The metal trays, your glass of wine and its contents scattered along the marble floors, and he settled you against the edge. He had you where he wanted you the most, pressing himself against the place between your legs to let you know he wanted you just as much as you needed him.

He unzips your pants and tugs it down your legs, bringing your panties with the denim as he finally pulled it away from your body, leaving you completely exposed to him. You reach for his own pants, unbuttoning the two buttons that was snug around his waist until the fabric pooled around his thick thighs. You gripped at the collar of his unbuttoned shirt he was still wearing to pull him towards you, the both of you moaning in each other's mouths when you feel your naked bodies finally being pressed against each other.

"Boro," you mutter against his lips, his mouth continuing to press kisses against yours, swallowing and savoring the sounds that you produced. And when his eyes finally meet yours, black and filled with want with you, you clutched at his back to try to pull him closer. "Show me how much you missed me."

Boro is relentless, filling you up deep each time he thrusts inside of you, fucking you into your bed. He holds your neck and hips to keep you in place, and he is mindful of where his mouth is, wanting to hear you call his name and begging for him.

He cannot get enough of you - the feeling of your hot breath lapping against his skin as you pant, the way your cunt feels deliciously warm around his thick cock, allowing him to easily slide in and out of you, yet each time he bottoms out he feels your walls clamping tight around him. The way your nails claw at his pectoral muscle and the back of your ankles pressing into his ass just so you can feel him deeper. Boro rests his forehead in the curve of your neck, enjoying every single second of this with you.

The bruising presses of his hands on you makes you grin, knowing that when you look in the mirror later you would easily identify which bruises came from the fight earlier and the ones that came from his own hand.

Your breath hitches, feeling the release that you seeked for the last four months finally start to brew in your belly. You feel it start to run through your veins, and Boro senses it as your body begins to roll up against his. His hands fall to the crevice of your ass as he picks your hips up from the bed and you whine in response, knowing that your end will come quick if he keeps fucking you like this.

And when you come, you come hard, not caring if your calls for Boro are heard outside the walls of your room. You grip onto him hard, your hips thrashing up into his. And as you slowly come down from your high, so does his hips. He is for once uncaring for his own end, wanting to take his time how your body feels as you become undone beneath him. He feels the way your body shakes under the palm of his hand, how your knee hitches higher in the air just so when he thrusts for the last time, he's completely rooted deep inside of you.

Boro's lips move slow over the place between your neck and shoulders, the ends of his curls tickling at your cheek that it brought you back from your high. You instantly smile, relishing the feeling of his warmth while he settled comfortably above you.

You hummed, your arms engulfing him in a gentle embrace while your body relaxed into the bed. "Mmm… Boro…" You muttered in his semi-damp curls. "You will be the death of me."

He grinned on your clavicle, placing one last kiss before he moved further up your body. With his hand he brushes away the hair from your sweaty forehead, and he starts to kiss you at your brow. He murmurs words in his native tongue against your skin and his hands begin to roam over the curves of your body, goosebumps forming at his wake.

"And you, my darling…" Boro's lips trail along your temple before he hovers his mouth over yours once more. He's delicate touch at your thigh is now hard, wrapping your leg around his waist, a signal that he wasn't finished with you. "Are my paradise."

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#the way i dabbled in writing for him but was too nervous to post it #but this is SENSATIONAL! #🤤

[augustghosts]

dial drunk - tommy miller

fandom: the last of us (tv show and video game)

wc: 2,703

warnings: alcoholism and mentions of alcohol abuse, drunk character, maybe PTSD? pre-outbreak. no use of specific pronouns. 

summary: tommy calls you in the middle of the night, hammered and asking for a favor.

inspired by noah kahan’s dial drunk. author’s note at the end.

masterlist / ao3 / ko-fi

Tommy knows the drill.

He’s been here enough times to recognize the officer pulling him over, asking after his wife and kids as he steps out of the truck on unsteady feet. He’s all Southern charm and pleasantries as he fails his breath test and is unable to walk in a straight line for the officer to see. 

“Come on, man,” he says, aiming for placating and pretty much landing it. He’s not his mama’s favorite for nothing, getting out of trouble Joel would’ve been grounded over when he was his age with big cow eyes and flimsy excuses. “Paperwork’s shit, right? Lemme make a call and someone will take me off your hands for the night.”

The officer tightens his mouth into a grimace, unconvinced.

“Look, if this gets nowhere then I’ll ride with you nice and quiet,” he bargains with as much honesty as one can convey when being the youngest boy in a nice Catholic Texan family. There aren’t better credentials than those when pleading your innocence. “I’ll even play it up in front of your boss to make you look good, yeah? Just one call, promise.”

Hook, line, and sinker. The officer’s shoulders drop a little and he’s offering his cell phone for Tommy to call. “One call. Then you’re done.”

“Yessir.”  

Tommy grins innocently as best as he can with double the legal limit of alcohol in his blood and a phone between his ear and shoulder. The man stands there with his arms crossed looking like he’d rather be anywhere but bringing his ass in for a DUI at two AM on a Wednesday.

“‘lo?” you call sleepily, finally picking up. Tommy doesn’t restrain his victorious grunt. “…Tommy?”

“Hey, sweets,” he slurs a little, clearing his throat. “Sorry for wakin’ you. I need a favor.”

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#I LOVE THIS 🥺😫🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 #tommy rec

[augustghosts]

I love qz tommy so much because i love writing a different side to him 🫶 thank you so much for your comments I’m so glad you enjoyed!!!!! 🥰

I’ve become awful at naming my writing so this just doesn’t have a title lol.

Idk if i like this im a lil rusty. Some more QZ!tommy because I kinda love him. I went overboard. In my head this was kinda the same characters/universe as this. So this is like, pre candles lmao. But if you don’t like that, this can just be a random stand alone thing lol. I also have some fluff ideas in my head that i just need to convince myself to write hehe. Hope u like <3

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: 18+ smut, not proofread as usual. No plot tbh, just some impractical kitchen table sex lmao. Tommy being soft at the beginning and the end but not during the smut 🤪

Fuck, don’t get emotional Tommy. This isn’t like you. He had found himself talking to himself like that more often recently. He never thought of himself as the type to catch feelings. Recently he had found himself addressing his own insecurities, ones he’d pushed as far down as possible years ago. Being afraid, being unfamiliar, getting emotional. He shook his head as he unlocked the door to his dreary apartment. This is what stood for an apartment these days, a small room with a kitchen and a bathroom. He was grateful, of course. He was alive and safe. Well, kind of safe. But the first thing on his mind every morning was how depressing this life was. He tried not to think about the before, but it's hard when this is the after. He often finds himself being nostalgic. His feelings and circumstances echoing in his head like water dripping from a roof. He needed a drink, something to make the dripping stop.

He turned to stare at his closed front door, she was just across the hall. He wanted to walk over there so badly. That’s nothing new, his longing. She is new, their relationship. But the longing he feels for her has always been there since they met. The dull and drab QZ streets lit up when their eyes met and he found himself addicted to her light. He promised himself he’d leave her alone today, he doesn’t know why he promised himself that. She is always happy to see him but his own insecurities are eating him up.

In her own way, she is expecting him. She’s across the hall also staring at her front door. Waiting for a knock, praying that it’s him. Tommy has a heavy heart, a lot of baggage, and she knows it. She hates to admit that she likes coddling him. She likes comforting him, she likes that he needs her. She needed him too. He protects her - running around the QZ with a Miller brother can bring attention to you. Sometimes not great attention. The QZ is difficult, and she feels safest when Tommy strolls into her apartment at the end of the day and kisses her. The outside world and the QZ disappear and it’s just them, when all they need is each other.

Just as she stands to cross the room and head to his apartment, a knock at the door stops her. She usually doesn’t go to his apartment, he prefers to come here - incase someone unsavory showed up. She paused, what if it wasn’t him? Tommy smiled for the first time today on the other side of the door when he watched her do her usual routine. As always, he hears the locks click and sees her peek through the gap the door allows as she keeps the chain on. She’s cautious and he loves that about her. Her eyes mirror his and light up as she sees him, the door closes again momentarily and he hears the chain drop before she appears again.

“Hey!” She smiles up at him and he pushes the thoughts that flood his mind away. What did he do to deserve someone smiling at him like that? He hadn’t really opened up to her about his journey to Boston, and he didn’t plan on it any time soon. But all of that left his mind when he was here, walking through her front door was the best part of his day.

“Hi.” He says - He doesn’t quite match her energy and he knows she’s noticed it. She always does. She knows him so well and he's still deciding if he likes it or not. When they first met, he always thought she was a person who wore rose coloured glasses, always seeing things so positively. Tommy took off his rose coloured glasses a long time ago, revealing the negative aspects of his life. Now, it’s all he sees. He soon realized that she encouraged him to start viewing things through a positive lens, and now he can’t stay away.

“Rough day?” Her sweet voice distracts him.

“Something like that.” He knows that if he doesn’t give her a full answer, she won’t pry. Before she can say anything else, Tommy’s lips press to hers in a deep, hungry kiss.

“You’re tense.” She mumbled against his mouth. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing new.” He forced a smile, his tense jaw muscles relaxing as her hands came up to cup his cheeks. She hummed, not believing him. She pulled him down to kiss her again, feeling the way his hands on her waist pulled her closer, held her tighter.

“You could talk to me, you know.” She pulled away again, much to his dismay. “You could tell me what’s going on in your silly mind.”

“Silly?” He laughed with her for a moment. “Seriously, nothings wrong. I just want you,” He said quietly, moving his hands to her back. Her eyes softened at his words and her hands moved to his shoulders, slipping his jacket off of his shoulders. He maneuvered his arms to help her slip it off, but his hands immediately took back their rightful place on her hips. Squeezing a little as he said, “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

A classic line, but it always affected her. He watched her as her eyes drifted downwards - watched the way her eyes traced the bruises on his collar bones, bruises she had previously left. She knew what he was doing, trying to distract her from the questions she’d asked. Unfortunately for her and fortunately for him it always worked.

“Yeah?” She asked, pulling him down to her mouth again. His tongue slid into her mouth before she had the chance to react. He pulled her tightly to him and her response was just as eager, lips moving with his to make the kiss even more intense - her arms tight around his neck. They both needed this, they both needed each other. Tommy groaned into her mouth, his hips pushing forward against hers- backing her up against the table behind her. She could already feel his cock stirring in his jeans. Tommy hummed softly as his hand came up to cup one of her breasts, his thumb pressing over her nipple. She sighed as a flood of heat rushed straight to her core.

“Tommy,” She whimpered, leaning into his touch. Fuck, he loved that sound. He pulled away from her just enough to grab a hold of her wrists, holding both of them in one hand. He knew she loved it when he did stuff like that, reminding her of how strong and capable he was. The whimper that left her lips boosted his ego and he smirked down at her. Keeping a tight hold on her wrists, he gently bent her backwards onto the creaky kitchen table. She took advantage of the position they were in,Tommy leaning over her like this, and she threw her legs around his waist, trapping him against her.

“Are you gonna keep asking me what's wrong?” He teased, a grin on his lips as he looked down at her.

“No.” She breathed, biting her lip as she looked so lovingly up at him.

“Good girl,” He smiled, eyes on her chest - watching it rise and fall.

“Now come here.” He mumbled, leaning down to kiss her. He let go of her wrists and she fisted her hands in his shirt, tugging him forward as their lips met. His hand traveled up her body, grazing her chest again and locking gently around her throat.

“I’ve been looking forward to this all day, baby.” He said. He squeezed his hand a bit tighter, but still being as gentle as ever, relishing in the gasp she let out.

“You like this?” He asked, his mouth was now beside her ear, pressing a kiss underneath it. She nodded quickly, her hands running through his hair. Keeping eye contact with her, his hand still squeezing her throat, he slowly started working the buttons of her jeans open. Impressive, considering he was doing it with one hand. She felt his hand slide into the front, fingers caressing the fabric of her underwear.

“Please, Tommy.” She whimpered, practically rutting against his palm.

“I got you, baby.” He smirked, his finger finally dipping into her. “Fuck, always so wet for me.”

His fingers obviously met no resistance, her pussy easily letting him in. Since she had been worked up since he walked through the damn door, he didn’t need to put much effort into making her feel good. Everything he did was effortless, she always marveled at that. He watched her face, watching as her eyes closed, watching her mouth fall open in a moan. He leaned down when her head tilted back to give him access to the soft skin of her neck. His lips coming down to start kissing the exposed skin.

“Come around my fingers, baby girl,” He said against her skin, his lips brushing a particularly sensitive spot . “You look so beautiful like this.”

“O-oh, my god.” She moaned, followed by his name. Her back arching off the table making it creak below her, her pussy clenching tightly around his fingers as she came.

“I need to be inside you. Can i fuck you, baby?” He asked, already stripping off his jeans before she could answer. She sat up, slipping off of the table as she realised that they were both still practically fully dressed. She finally pulled her jeans all the way off before making her way to her mattress in the corner of the room. Stripping her shirt off on the way. Tommy watched her hungrily, following after her and making sure his own shirt joined hers in the pile. When they were both on the mattress he wasted no time in flipping her over, stomach now pressed against the mattress and her ass in the air. He stood behind her running his hand over her smooth skin.

“Please fuck me, Tommy.” She whined, looking over her shoulder at him. Tommy never had to be told twice. He took a hold of his hard cock and tapped it against her clit, smirking at the whine she let out. Just as she was about to beg him some more, he finally slid in. Immediately and easily bottoming out. The feeling caused her head to dip forward, a moan to leave her lips -almost muffled the pillows.

“I want to hear those pretty noises, baby girl.” Tommy hummed, reaching forward to grasp her hair in a ponytail and pull her head back up. His other hand smacking her ass hard enough to leave a mark.

“You feel so good.” She moaned, grinding her hips back against him. He pulled all the way out until his tip was the only thing still inside of her before slamming back in. The burn was deep and it stung so good. She bit her lip as she got accustomed to him, as each slide of his cock sent chills up her spine.

“Is this my pussy?” He growled, his fingers still tugging at her scalp.

“Yes!” She all but screamed, he often wondered if anyone could hear them. They had never heard anyone else, but he wasn’t sure if anyone else was as loud as them. Wasn’t sure if anyone else was able to have as much fun as they manage to have together during the goddamn apocalypse.

“It’s yours, Tommy. Always yours.” She whimpered, his cock hitting spots she was sure hadn’t been hit before.

“That’s it, honey,” He cooed. “You look beautiful like this. Take me so well. You like that?”

She loved when he got like this, when he would start rambling. The things he came out with never failed to push her closer to the edge.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” She gasped when his arm snaked around her body to find her aching clit.

“Come on then, baby. Give it to me,” He growled, his deep voice sending a shiver up her spine. He groaned as her whole body convulsed under him. Moans of his name bounced off of the walls as she came around his cock; a silent scream leaving her - her knuckles turned white as her fingers gripped the sheets underneath her.

“Fuck,” She sounded so breathless and he fucking loved it. “I wish I could feel you come inside of me Tommy.”

“Shit, don’t say stuff like that.” He groaned at her words. They had already had this conversation multiple times. He always pulled out, she was obviously scared of getting pregnant during their current situation. QZ’s weren’t known for their outstanding medical care. They knew they risked it by fucking anyway, but they always tried to take any precautions they could. Expired condoms still existed, but what good would they do anyway? Even if they could get their hands on them.

He dreamt about it as well, filling her up and watching it drip back out. Being able to push it back inside of her and tease her about it. Just the thought of it had him regrettably pulling out of her heat and spilling over his hand and her ass with a gasp of her name. She grimaced as he used his shirt to clean it up, after giving himself a moment to catch his breath. She giggled as she collapsed down onto the bed, crawling under the covers as she suddenly realized how cold the room actually was.

She reached for another one of his shirts that lay beside her bed and slipped it on, a clean one that had been discarded during another escapade. He lay down beside her, both of them still panting.

“You good?” He asked. She nodded and cuddled into him, pressing soft kisses to his jaw. His hand stroked down her back. He kissed the top of her head a few times, she always basked in this side of him that no one else got to see. This softness and love that was reserved for her, reserved for this room. Tommy loved it too, he loved being able to be himself after shutting it off for so long. All he could do now was sleep in her arms and prepare himself to put his walls back up again when he left her apartment tomorrow. Preparing to do it all again the next day. But the thought of being able to crawl back into her arms at the end of every day made his lips turn up into a soft, content smile as he drifted off to sleep.