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steddieas-shegoes · 15 days

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i wanna be a good boy

for @subeddieweek day two with the prompts cockwarming and first times

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One month.

One month was all it took for Eddie to fall entirely down the Steve rabbit hole.

They talked on the phone every night for a week after the school incident, and most of it wasn’t even dirty.

And then Steve showed up at his door, much to the shock and awe of Eddie himself, and they started hanging out. Like friends.

It was weird, even Wayne thought so, but Eddie was gonna keep this going for as long as he could get away with.

One day– a Friday, Eddie would never forget –Steve showed up at nearly ten at night, much later than usual. He hadn’t mentioned that he’d be by at all, even mentioned that he and Robin might hang out after their shift.

But there he was standing at Eddie’s door.

“Not that you’re not welcome, but uh, what are you doing here?” Eddie asked, standing at the door with his sweatpants on, torn up tank top hanging off of him in maybe the most unattractive way possible.

“Sorry, I can go. I just um, I had kind of a bad day? Just needed to-”

“Oh, you wanted weed? I just restocked, actually, even managed to grab a few edibles this time. Those are pretty rare for our neck of the woods, but I’ll slip you one for free if you promise not to tell anyone I pick favorites,” Eddie winked, backing up to let Steve in.

“No, uh, not weed. Is your uncle home? I didn’t see his truck,” Steve still stood at the door awkwardly, hands in his pockets.

“Nope, working a couple night shifts this week to cover for his buddy. They keep talkin’ about switching him to nights permanently, but hopefully he says no. He’s too old for that shit.”

Suddenly, his back met the wall behind him, shaking the mugs hanging up dangerously. The door slammed closed and Steve’s hands were on him again.

“Uh-”

“Remember how we talked about the things we were into? And you said you’d never gotten to try much?” Steve’s breath was hot against Eddie’s face.

Eddie’s dick was twitching in his pants as he nodded.

“Could we try something?”

“What-” Eddie swallowed. “What did you wanna try?”

“You remember when you said you wanted someone to use your mouth?”

Oh fuckin’ Christ.

He thought back to the conversation they’d had only a week before, high out of their minds, talking about their experiences and what they were into, what they thought they’d be into, what they weren’t into at all. It was enlightening, and Eddie had stripped his cock until he was numb after Steve went home.

He admitted to Steve that there was something special about knowing the person who is using you cares about you, that you’ve trusted this person enough to do whatever they want with you knowing that they would never go past your comfort zone on purpose. It wasn’t necessarily about getting off, or even getting the other person off, it was just about knowing he could make someone feel good, be useful, cherish someone in a physical way.

Steve didn’t have much to say to that, but did admit he’d always wondered if he’d be into cockwarming.

Eddie hadn’t stopped thinking about it since.

“I…do remember that, yes,” Eddie’s breath left him as Steve crowded him further against the wall, his arms resting on either side of Eddie’s head, boxing him in.

“You wanna try that with me?”

Yeah, obviously. Eddie dreamed about this, literally for years. Sucking on Steve’s dick until he couldn’t think of anything except the weight of it on his tongue? Sign him the fuck up.

But a small part of his brain still fought him on it, screaming that this was a bad idea, that nothing good could possibly come from being that vulnerable with someone he was pretty sure he was falling in love with.

“You can say no,” Steve backed away an inch or so, gave him room to breathe, to think, goddammit.

Eddie could say no. He could remember that this wasn’t a relationship, and probably never would be. They were friends, and Eddie’s unfortunate pining was not mutual.

Steve even said he’d had a bad day, probably just needed to let off some steam.

Eddie could help with that.

“No, we can do it. Stoplight system?” Eddie asked. God, he was gonna regret this.

“Yeah. One tap for green, two for yellow, three for red.”

Oh, yeah. He wouldn’t be able to talk with Steve’s dick in his mouth. Right.

“Where should we-” Eddie was nervous. His palms were sweaty, which was gross, and his heart was racing, which was probably close to a medical emergency.

“Where are you most comfortable, Eds?” Steve’s hands grasped his, sweat and all, and Eddie felt himself relax against the wall.

“My room.”

Steve’s lips brushed against his, reassuring in their silent strength. He led him down the short hallway to his bedroom, gently closing the door behind them.

Eddie let himself pretend that this was special, that this was only for them, that Steve never shared himself like this with anyone else. He’d feel the pain of the truth tomorrow, when the sun brought it along as it rose and Eddie woke up alone.

For now, he’d be here with Steve, making him feel good.

“On the bed or on your knees?” Steve asked, pushing his hair away from his face and holding his head steady so he couldn’t look away. Somehow, Steve already knew him well enough to know that facing these things head on was a difficult task. He wouldn’t let him run.

“Knees.”

If he was gonna have this, they should go all out.

Steve grabbed a pillow from Eddie’s bed, the one he always used when they were laying in it getting high together, and placed it on the floor. Eddie watched him unbutton his pants, no hint of shame or nerves.

Eddie felt like he was vibrating out of his skin, but Steve just seemed calm.

“I’m gonna sit here so we can find where it’s comfortable, okay?” Steve asked as he sat on the edge of Eddie’s bed, now naked from the waist down.

Eddie nodded, suddenly feeling shy. When had he ever been shy before?

“You’ve gotta use words, okay?”

“Sorry, yeah. That’s fine.”

“‘S fine.” Steve spread his legs so Eddie could kneel on the pillow between them. “Look at me.”

Fuck.

Eddie had sucked a dick before. On his knees even. But it was nothing like this, no one like Steve.

Steve was staring down at him with something similar to awe, and Eddie couldn’t handle it.

What right did Steve have to look at him like that, from his place above, ready to be worshiped by a person who never learned how to look up at a god for guidance? How could he look down at Eddie on his knees and see anything worthy?

He wouldn’t ask him, but he wondered.

He wondered how he’d crash back to earth after.

His cock was already hard, but there was no sense of urgency in the way Steve’s fingers scratched at his scalp. He wasn’t tugging him closer, wasn’t telling him to do anything.

He just watched and waited.

Eddie scooted in closer, not tearing his eyes from Steve’s, not wanting to lose this feeling yet.

He leaned in, bent over just enough at the waist to brush his lips against the tip of his cock, eyes still locked with Steve.

“You can taste, baby.”

Fuck, again.

The whimper that escaped him was muffled by his lips closing around the tip, tongue pressing against the precum trying to drip down his length.

He’d heard that Steve was confident, saw it firsthand in the school halls. He had no fucking clue that Steve could do this.

His hand in Eddie’s hair tightened, but he still didn’t tug or push him further down on his cock. His eyes closed for a moment as he moaned.

Eddie wanted to drink that sound, find a way to swallow it with his cum, make it a part of him a ls a reminder that he made Steve sound like that. Steve’s eyes blinked open, pupils blown and cheeks flushed a soft pink.

“Your mouth is perfect. So lucky you’re letting me have this,” Steve muttered, sounding damn near delusional.

Eddie knew he was pretty good at this, but he’d barely even gotten Steve in his mouth. He knew Steve had a bit of a dry spell recently, but this was being a little dramatic.

But he let the praise wash over him anyways, settling into the warmth spreading through his chest and stomach at the words.

“Take what you can but don’t suck. Just get used to it.” Steve was breathless as Eddie sunk further down.

He was big, but Eddie was already feeling a little cloudy, and he’d practiced on a lot of bananas back in the day, so he didn’t stop until his nose was nestled against his pubes.

Steve’s chest was rising and falling rapidly, his hand flexing against the bedsheet to keep from flexing in his hair.

Eddie swallowed. Steve groaned.

“Fuck, you’re so warm. Feel so good,” Steve looked down at him and smiled encouragingly. “You good? Need to move?”

Eddie tapped once on Steve’s thigh.

“Good. You’re doing so good. Just relax. I got you, baby,” Steve was barely speaking louder than a whisper, but the words sent vibrations through Eddie’s entire body.

He finally let his eyes close and let the thoughts fly away.

The only thing he could hear was the occasional intake of breath when Eddie swallowed around Steve’s cock. He didn’t do it as often as he probably should, but it was hard to remember to do it until the spit was dripping from his mouth and making a mess.

Steve kept a hand in his hair the entire time, sometimes just a calm reminder that he was there paying attention and sometimes to dig his nails in and remind him where he was. Despite how he felt, he was still on the floor of his bedroom, making sure Steve’s cock stayed hard and warm in his mouth.

He sometimes found the energy to swirl his tongue around the sides, cataloging the whines that left Steve’s lips when he did.

The world didn’t exist beyond the feeling of Steve’s cock on his tongue and the sounds Steve let out. Eddie slowly let his head fall to the side, resting on Steve’s thigh, only managing to keep half of Steve’s length inside when he did.

But Steve just pet his hair, traced his cheeks and lips, whispered that he was doing good.

Eddie drifted far, but Steve knew exactly when to pull him back.

“Hey, Eds,” he said softly. “Let’s give your mouth a rest, okay?”

Steve’s hand gently pulled Eddie’s head away, a quiet popping noise making it obvious when Steve’s cock fell from his lips.

He whined and pushed forward, trying to get it back in his mouth. He didn’t wanna be done. He liked floating here with Steve.

“I know, baby. You did so good. But it’s time to take a break.” Steve’s thumb rubbed against his cheek, pausing at the corner of his mouth before pushing in. Eddie moaned, sucking it further in so he didn’t feel so empty. “If you’re good, I’ll fuck your face and come in your mouth.”

Well, Eddie could be good if that was the reward.

Steve pulled his thumb from his mouth and rested his hand against his cheek.

He watched as Eddie slowly came back to himself, to the world around them, to Steve.

“Hey, Eds,” soft, fond, too much for Eddie.

“Hey, Stevie,” too in love, too infatuated, too obsessed.

“Color?”

“Green.”

“Good.” Steve’s smile was distracting, and Eddie couldn’t look away even if he wanted to. An explosion could happen behind him and he’d still only have eyes for Steve. “Can I get my mouth on you?”

Wait.

What?

Steve wanted…he…what?

“It’s okay to say no, Eddie. It just looks like you could use it,” Steve glanced down at Eddie’s lap. Eddie lifted his head from Steve’s thigh to see what he meant and was actually surprised to see his own cock tenting his pants, a dark wet spot making it very obvious how much he’d been leaking. “I can take care of you. You earned it, Eds.”

See, the thing is, no one had ever sucked Eddie’s dick. Not a single person he’d fooled around with had returned the favor because they were “in a rush” or it “wasn’t the dom’s job.” Eddie wasn’t stupid; He knew those were just excuses for them to get off and run.

But Steve Harrington of all people offering to suck him off. What fucking universe was he living in?

“No, I-” Eddie was gonna just have to admit it. “No one’s ever done that for me. So it may be over quick.”

Steve’s eyes widened. “No one? But you said- you’ve done some of this stuff before.”

“Yeah, yeah. But like, only giving, never receiving? I mean one handjob in a bathroom stall once, but the guy didn’t even spit in his hand first. I like pain, but that was…not the best.” Eddie scrunched up his nose at the reminder of the sensitivity he felt for two days after that. Hopefully the guy learned some basic manners for the next poor guy he got his hand on. “I don’t wanna disappoint you.”

The floating sensation he’d had was mostly gone now, replaced with nerves and an overwhelming need to please Steve.

“You wouldn’t. The only thing that would disappoint me is if I didn’t make you feel good.” Steve turned Eddie’s face back up towards him. “I don’t care if it takes five seconds or five hours. I wanna make you come.”

Eddie should actually say no. This would be the final nail in the coffin, he could tell. If Steve got his mouth on him, no one else would ever live up to it, and since he could never keep Steve permanently, he should say no.

“Okay.”

Steve’s face lights up, his grin contagious as Eddie smiles back at him.

“Get on the bed,” Steve orders, though the smile stops him from sounding demanding. “Make yourself comfy.”

Of all the times Eddie had pictured Steve in his bed, it was not like this. He’d always pictured himself being thrown around, fucked until he was begging to stop from oversensitivity, riding Steve until his legs were shaking too much to keep going. He’d pictured waking up to Steve entering his still stretched hole, after hours of being fucked the night before.

He’d never pictured having Steve’s mouth on him, hadn’t dared to.

Eddie did what Steve asked, keeping himself near the center of the bed so Steve had plenty of room.

Steve leaned over him, covering his entire body, his chest hair brushing against Eddie’s and making goosebumps appear across his skin. It was already too much, even without pressure on his cock.

Lips against his neck, teeth biting into his skin with just enough pressure to leave marks. Hands sliding down his sides and pulling his sweats off his hips. A groan as Steve took in Eddie’s length as it twitched against his stomach.

“You’re perfect.”

The words sunk deep into Eddie’s brain, making a home there for him to find comfort during the times when he forgot that he was good.

Steve’s lips trailed down his chest. He didn’t move slowly, probably could guess that Eddie was too close for teasing or taking his time with him.

“You can come whenever you want, okay? Don’t wait for permission. This is your permission.”

God, this was gonna be so embarrassing. Hopefully, Steve meant what he said.

And if he didn’t, hopefully he at least had the decency to not make fun of him.

Steve nipped at his hip, pressing small kisses across his stomach before licking at his tip.

Eddie’s thighs tensed and his hands gripped the sheets under him.

Just breathe.

Steve’s hands pushed his legs further apart, as far as they would go with his sweats still half on.

Eddie knew he was good at giving head. There were few things he was confident about, but that was one of them. That, and his guitar playing.

But Steve was incredible.

He was born for this.

He knew exactly how to swirl his tongue, exactly how much to suck before taking more.

When he moaned with Eddie halfway down his throat, it was over.

It was a damn shame, too. Eddie wanted to experience hours of this.

But it felt too good and Steve did tell him to come as soon as he needed to.

Steve didn’t even choke when he came down his throat, just moaned again and swallowed it.

Eddie did his best not to buck his hips up, but he was only human, and Steve was still sucking well past the point of his orgasm being over. He was sensitive, okay?

Finally, when Eddie managed to get a hand in Steve’s hair and tug gently, he let Eddie’s softening cock fall from his mouth as he looked up grinning.

“Was that okay?” he had the audacity to ask, as if he hadn’t just sucked the soul out of Eddie’s cock.

“No, it sucked,” Eddie deadpanned, surprisingly breathless still.

“Ha.” Steve moved back up his body, covering him. “But seriously. Was it good?”

“Stevie, I have absolutely nothing to compare it to except fantasies and you outdid those. So yeah. I’d say it was good,” Eddie closed his eyes, smiling to himself as he felt Steve’s weight press on him from above.

Lips brushed against his forehead and then Steve’s weight was gone.

“No, come back,” Eddie opened his eyes and reached his hands out, searching for Steve’s skin.

“I’m just grabbing you a drink, Eds.”

A drink? Eddie didn’t need a drink.

Well, maybe he did. His throat was a little scratchy, and he felt a bit lightheaded.

Steve was back before he could do a full evaluation on his body’s needs, glass of water in hand.

He couldn’t help the ogling, and he wouldn’t deny that’s what he was doing if asked.

Steve was still hard, cock straining against his underwear. Eddie should do something about that.

“Will you fuck my face?” He asked before he even took a sip of the water Steve handed him.

“Maybe if you drink all of that water,” Steve slid into bed next to him, turning on his side as he watched Eddie take a few sips. “Don’t want you to drop.”

“I won’t. I’m good,” Eddie was not too good for begging, especially not when he still felt tingles up and down his spine as Steve kept his eyes on him.

“I know you’re good, but doing too much at once can hurt you so we’re gonna take a minute.”

He knew Steve was right, but he felt better than ever. He was ready.

He still didn’t argue, knew better than to risk Steve saying no altogether.

Steve held the water as Eddie settled further into the sheets, moving the pillow so his head was resting against it, but still sitting up enough to avoid falling asleep.

Or so he thought.

The moment his head hit the pillow, his eyes felt heavy.

Steve’s voice was distant as he asked if he was okay.

“Jus’ restin’ my eyes,” Eddie mumbled.

“Sounds good, baby.”

If Eddie were more awake, he probably would have heard the smirk in Steve’s tone, maybe would’ve realized that Steve was aware he was losing a battle he didn’t even know he was fighting.

He slipped into unconsciousness with Steve’s fingers in his hair and his warmth in his bed.

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eternalxvenus · 1 month

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ broken promises pt. 5 ࿐ྂ

summary: Rafe promised to take you out and spend your birthday with you, but you don’t hear from him all day and then suddenly he shows up at your door trying to explain.

cw: smut 18+

wc: 1.8k

notes: this is so bittersweet the last chapter... thank you guys for all the support for this little mini series! i hope you enjoyed it and that this last part lives up to your expectations :) feel free to leave comments/requests on what i should write next!

previous chapters: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 |

Rafe closed the small distance between your lips and his, kissing you softly. "Belated birthday sex huh? That's something I can do," he smirks before flipping you over onto your back. Without wasting time, his lips were on your neck, kissing, biting, sucking, leaving marks that would show tomorrow. You let out a soft moan when he sucked on your sweet spot, and it made his cock ache to hear your pretty noises.

"Take off everything except for your underwear, then spread your legs and hands above your head." Rafe's voice was so commanding— so dominant— you had no choice but to listen. He leaned off the bed, shuffling through your dresser before pulling out your wand vibrator.

"Rafe..." you almost whimpered, knowing he definitely planned on teasing you. "No talkin' sweetheart. All I wanna hear from you are those pretty moans, got it?" You nod your head, but that wasn't enough for him. "I said, got it?"

You had to keep yourself from pressing your thighs together, loving it when he got like this. "Yes, sir..."

"Good girl." Suddenly the sound of buzzing filled the air as he switched the vibrator onto the first setting. Your breaths were quick and shallow, waiting to see what he'd do.

The moment the wand came in contact with your nipple, you jolted, your body unsure as to push closer or lean away. More wetness pooled in your underwear at the feeling. "You're always so fucking responsive, I love it," Rafe groaned, readjusting himself in his boxers. He moved the wand to your other nipple giving it the same attention before trailing it down just above your pussy.

Your hips bucked slightly, trying to get him to go just a little lower, but he pinned them down on the bed. "Please, Rafe-" Immediately, he gave you a pointed look that shut you up.

"My beautiful girl, always so impatient and needy for me," he mumbled more to himself.

A bratty comeback was on the tip of your tongue, but you didn't want to risk making him delay your pleasure any longer than he was already doing so. By the look on his face, he knew that's what you were thinking.

Leaning down, Rafe attached his mouth to your nipple while placing the wand on your covered clit and the same time, making you moan. His teeth grazed your sensitive nipple, and your hands grasped the pillow above you

Now that his hand was no longer holding your hips, you started grinding up against the wand, trying to get more friction, and Rafe didn't stop you.

A string of moans and gasps slipped out as you felt your orgasm approaching rapidly. But before it could take over, Rafe pulled away completely, making you whine.

He rolled his eyes while lowering himself between your thighs. "Calm down, I wanna taste you." Pulling your underwear down, Rafe licked his lips, seeing a string of your arousal follow suit. "You dripping baby... who got you this wet?" he questioned, and you shivered, feeling his warm breath so close to your heat.

An idea popped into your head. You wanted to fuck with Rafe just a little bit. "Mmm... Topper did," you moaned out.

All his movements froze as he looked up at you with a dark expression, and the smile you were holding back faded instantly. "Topper? You think you're so funny, don't you?"

Before you could respond or try and calm him, he started to eat you out like he had everything in the world to prove. He sucked on your clit while his fingers pistoned and scissored in and out of your hole.

You were hit with your orgasm, but his pace didn't falter. He kept going until he pulled another one out of you, and by this point, your legs started to shake, and you tried pushing his head away.

Moving from between your thighs, he removed his boxers and lined his leaking tip with your entrance after hitting your clit a few times. "You're gonna regret saying his name,`" he snarked before thrusting into you and bottoming out. He threw his head back with a moan as he felt your walls practically suffocate his cock.

Your hands immediately move to wrap around his neck, but he stops you with a shake of his head. "Nuhuh, hands above your head."

You pout, wanting to feel his skin underneath your palms. He looks at you with the silent question of if you're ready for him to move and you smile at his priority of your comfort before nodding.

Rafe wasted no time, your eyes widening and your mouth falling into an O shape as he unexpectantly brought the wand to your clit before thrusting into you roughly. His pace was harsh and unforgiving as he made sure to hit that special spot inside you over and over with each thrust.

"Fuck! Rafe... ohmygod-" you practically screamed from the overstimulation as your hands instinctively shot down to try and move the wand.

"Move your fuckin' hands," he said and smacked your hands away, not relenting in the slightest. "This tight pussy just keeps squeezing me baby, she must've missed me too."

Broken moans, whimpers, and the sound of skin slapping skin was all your brain was registering as you tried to take in all the pleasure. "Rafe, I'm gonna cum!"

"You won't cum until I say so," Rafe grunted as he picked up the pace. "Has Topper ever made you feel this good?"

"N-no, Rafe... only you!"

"That's right, and who's pussy is this?"

"It's yours!" you whined, not sure how long you'll be able to hold in your orgasm.

"Say it again."

"This pussy is yours, Rafe, all yours and no one else's! No one makes me feel this good, please!"

"Good girl, now cum all over my dick," he moaned before turning the wand onto the highest setting.

"Holy sh- Rafe!" Your vision went white, and all you could hear was what seemed like a ringing in your ears as your orgasm took over you completely.

Your orgasm triggered Rafe's as he gave one last thrust, whimpering while he came deep inside you. When you finally started to come down from your high, you faintly registered the wetness on your face and on the sheets beneath you.

"Look at that baby you squirted everywhere," he groaned feeling his cock twitch at the sight before he looked up from where your bodies were still connected, seeing your fucked out and teary expression. "Aw, it just felt too good, huh? Made you cry without even meaning to, but you still did so good for me," he leaned down to kiss you and wiped your tears away while you tried to give a small nod.

You winced slightly when he finally pulled out of you and looked down as he watched his cum seep out of you. "Beautiful, like a work of art," he smirked.

Rafe ran you a bath and changed all of the sheets to fresh dry ones so you could both lay down comfortably. You felt completely exhausted and didn't even bother with pajamas. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you fell asleep embraced in Rafe's arms.

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The bed felt oddly cold when you stirred awake the next morning. You reached over to the other side of the bed and realized it was empty. Sitting up, you slipped on some shorts and one of Rafe's button-down shirts that you've 'borrowed' during your relationship, then went to look for him. You heard his voice coming from downstairs and made your way in that direction.

Once you were down the stairs and in his sight, he thanked who he was on the phone with and walked towards you. "Good morning, sweetheart. How'd you sleep?"

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. "Like a rock. You took everything out of me last night," you giggled.

"You asked for it," he said, rolling his eyes with a smile.

"Whatever. Who were you talking to?" you questioned, making your way to the kitchen to pour yourself some juice.

"No one important, just some business stuff I needed to take care of."

You nodded and then saw plates on the table with waffles, bacon, eggs, and a bowl of fruit, making you look back at Rafe with a smile.

"Ah yeah, I decided to make you breakfast. I know it isn't a fancy brunch, but It's something," he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

You kissed his cheek hastily, realizing how hungry you actually were. "Thank you, Rafe, this is perfect."

Before you could sit down, Rafe stopped you. "Before we eat, I just wanted to tell you that I love you so much, and today is all about you. I know money doesn't fix everything, but I'll take you shopping, out to eat, to see a movie, anything you want. I know your birthday wasn't the best because of me, so I want to take the time to make it up to you. And I thought this would be a good start. Well, besides the sex and breakfast at least." He came over with a small pink box wrapped in a bow, handing it to you.

You unwrapped the bow and took the top off slowly. Inside there was a keychain that had a yours and Rafe's first initial with a heart. But your heart felt like it was in your stomach when you saw the car key attached to it. "Rafe... you're lying."

With one of the biggest grins, he walked you to the front door and opened it. There in your driveway was a brand-new Audi with a bow on the hood. Your dream car. "Oh my fucking god! Rafe, you did not!" You practically shoved him before jumping into his arms for a hug. "How much did you pay for this?"

He shrugged, kissing your forehead. "Don't worry about it, your heart would probably stop if I told you anyway," he said making your eyes widen. "Besides, I was tired of seeing you trudge around on that bike all the time."

"Hey, that's old reliable. Don't talk about her like that," you laughed. "But seriously, Rafe, thank you. This is the nicest thing ever. You didn't have to do this."

"Of course, baby, anything for you. And I mean that. Now let's go eat, then you can take it for a test drive, yeah?" He laughed as you nodded, then practically ran to the table piling food onto your plate.

He watched and listened as you laughed and talked about every random thing under the sun. Mainly focusing on how you would decorate the inside of your new car. He gave you one more long and loving kiss before sitting across from you, wondering how on earth he got so damn lucky.

The End

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ashboy-3 · 5 months

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The Unspoken Deal

Fandom: Danny Phantom, John Constantine, and DCU Characters: John Constantine, Danny Fenton/Phantom, Batman, Superman, other JL members Words: 3507 Summary:

Danny and John have a deal. It's a simple deal. Every month they have a meet up. Danny keeps as much control over the ghost as he can in return John keeps track of them in the human realm. That's it nothing else should be so simple.

So why do feelings keep getting involved and why does the justice league suddenly seem so interested in the beings of the infinite realms.

John knows one thing for sure: This is all Danny's fault.

“You know these meetings are supposed to be taken seriously? Right mate?” John Constantine asked, only a little annoyed at dealing with the half-ghost.

“Who says? The council, meh I don’t really fully care what they have to say,” the half-ghost laughed, throwing another snowball at the human.

“Why do I put up with you again?” Constantine rubbed his hand over his face.

“You love me,” the ghost teased.

“What makes you so sure,” John hid the small smile that was on his face. He would never admit it, but the half ghost does hold a special place within his heart, a place that very few ever made it to.

“Any big threats I need to know about?” the ghost floated in front of John, ignoring the question that was being asked of him.

“Nothing I’ve heard about oh Danny boy,” John nodded towards him, watching as the Ghost King looked him up and down.

“Sell your soul recently?” Danny eyed him.

“Don’t know what your talkin about mate,” John avoided looking at the ghost, choosing instead to focus on his neglected cigarette.

“Well mate,” Danny easily copied the brit’s accent. “I happen to have a soul piece here.” Danny took the small delicate object out of his pocket, showing it off to John’s widened eyes.

“Be careful with that!” He shouted, seeing Danny just throwing it in the air as if it was a plastic ball.

“I would be if you didn’t treat your soul like a throw away joke,” Danny glared at his old friend, watching him put out the cancer stick as the two walked inside the castle also known as phantom’s keep and talk. “I’m serious John. Every time you sell your soul, I have to find a way to get it. You’ve sold over half of your soul. Soon you won’t have any pieces left,” Danny rolled his eyes, walking into a room where he keeps a singular candy jar, dropping the glowing piece in the jar. It made a small clink as it fell with the other pieces.

“That really is my whole soul isn’t it,” John peaked into the room to look at the jar.

“Farid so. Makes almost a whole soul. Be careful, our time is almost up so I’ll be seeing you next month?” Danny frowned at the idea of John leaving.

“I’ll be sure to give you a call if something comes up mate,” John assured him.

“And the heroes will be kept out of my realm?” They both know Danny’s rules about humans walking around the realms. Even now, years later from his teenage years, the humans he allows in are few and small. Adding heroes to that list just makes it worse.

“No heroes,” John assured him, opening the portal with a simple spell, stepping back into the house of mystery. “I’ll be seeing you ole Danny boy,” John smiled a sad smile at watching the portal close, shutting off his communication with the older ghost.

Recently all of their monthly meetings have the old warlock feeling like this. Feeling like something is missing or wrong. Sometimes he debates saying more, extending their meetings, even offering to meet more than once a month, but it never goes that far, choosing instead to ignore the feeling and continue on his day.

Pouring himself a drink, a favorite activity of his. He couldn’t help the groan that came from his mouth at hearing his phone ring.

Ring Ring Ring

Constantine sighed as the annoying ring hurt his ears. It was worse when he checked the caller ID. “What do ya want bats. Ima little busy?”

“Meeting at the watchtower. Be there,” the rough voice ordered from the phone.

“You could at least butter me up a little,” the thick British accent responded. Batman didn’t dignify him with a response, choosing instead to just hang up the phone.

“Well doll seems I still can’t take a break,” John signed, talking to the house. Downing his drink within one gulp he casted another spell, landing him right in the watchtower.

“Do you have to appear on the table every time?” Superman asked in wonder.

“Just how magic works mate,” John dusted off his tan coat, stepping off the table that was surrounded by multiple leaguers. “Alright what’s this whole shin dig about?”

“We have gotten multiple reports and sightings about strange creatures,” Batman started, clicking buttons on a small remote for all of the leaguers to see. Up on the big screens were creatures, creatures that Constantine was very familiar with. A bad feeling began to weave its way into his liver ruined gut.

“Are they aliens?” one of the leaguers questioned.

“Nothing in any of our databases,” Hal shook his head with crossed arms.

“Nothing from under the sea,” Aquaman agreed.

“So, they’ve come from a strange place that none of us have heard about?” Wonder Woman threw her hands in the air from disbelief.

“I don’t believe they come from the underworld, but John would be a better judge then me,” Zatara looked towards the brit.

“I don’t know nothing bout them mate. Prolly best to leave them be for now,” John shrugged, ignoring the questioning looks he was getting from some his ‘coworkers’ with trust issues.

“I’ll look more into them,” Zatara nodded. “Find out if they become a threat.” He assured the league.

“We’ll be looking into the lantern database and getting contact with others, find out if anyone knows anything,” Jon agreed, nodding towards Hal. All three getting up to leave the table.

“Well, if that’s all I’ll be on my bloody way. Drag me out of my house for notin,” John muttered angrily.

“Actually, John if you wouldn’t mind having a conversation with me?” Zatara asked, waving him over.

“Fine,” the brit groaned, getting a pack of his smokes out, lighting one up within the watchtower, ignoring glares he was getting from the three top dogs.

Zatara had taken John to a lone room, nothing really in it besides a desk, a few chairs, and one small couch, it was clearly only a room used for conversations.

“What’s this bout?” John wondered.

“You know something about those creatures,” Zatara stated firmly.

“I know nothin bout nothin,” John nodded, not agreeing with the magician’s statement.

“Oh please, you’re eyes widened when you saw the pictures. If you know something it should be shared. I will not reveal your secrets, however if you refuse to say anything it will just cause everyone, including me, to dig deeper into them.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise. They could be dangerous.”

John laughed at that statement. “If that’s all I’m leaving.” Zatara was ready to fight back but looking up he discovered to see the brit gone.

***

“Danny mate pick up your damn phone!” John yelled at the blasted thing from his third time calling his old friend, now pacing around the old House of Mystery. Grabbing the full glass of scotch that the house kindly made for him.

“Sorry John. I was in a meeting,” Danny smiled into the phone. He may be a supernatural being, but he still had plenty to use of his fourteen-year-old mind, an age he hasn’t been for many years.

“Danny you bloody idiot! I thought that you were keeping them under control!” John yelled into the phone, surprising Danny.

“Don’t you dare yell at me John Constantine!” Danny yelled back into the phone, stopping him in his place.

“You’re right. I’m sorry Danny boy. The Justice League just got on my bloody ass about your spooks. Bats is ready to go to war with them,” John sat down in his chair.

“Want to summon me? We can talk about it?” Danny asked into the phone, both knew the undertones of the conversation.

“Things never go right when I summon you,” John refused to look towards a picture of him and Danny. The old ghost laughing, his baby face unable to grow much facial hair, as John cheered a beer, a smile on his face as well. It was one of their first nights out together in the human world.

“But it’s fun. No funny business this time?” Danny offered.

“Now you’re just tempting fate love,” John grinned into his scotch.

“You’re easy to tempt,” Danny nodded in agreement, both understanding the silent message.

Grabbing a piece of green glowing chalk John stumbled towards an empty part of his floor, no need to look up the sigils Danny choose for his summoning. He didn’t understand most of them, but the guy laughed every time he appeared in the human realm, a silent joke that only he knows. He remembers one drunken night when Danny tried to explain, he got nowhere with the brit.

“Numquam agnus dabo te

numquam agnus dimittam te

numquam amet discurrere et deseram te

numquam agnus fac te clamare

numquam agnus dicere vale

numquam agnus dic mendacium et nocuerunt tibi”

John, always confused by the spell, spoke it loud and clear, letting the candles and lights around the house dance as the green fire descended from the hells, lighting up the circle, leaving in a swirl with a half ghost king, smiling and evil smile at him.

“You summoned me,” Danny stepped out of the circle, walking closer to John.

“I summoned you,” he agreed, the mood much different from their business meeting they had just yesterday. John’s breathing becoming deeper and heavier the closer Danny stepped towards him. It forever amazed him that the ghost could become bigger or smaller with just a thought.

“I promised no funny business,” Danny noted, his half breaths just as deep.

“Screw that!” John declared, pushing their lips together, creating a fire between the two. A fire that would not let out till the two were done.

This was routine for when John summoned Danny. A routine that neither is sure how it started, but neither regret. They both agree it’s just sex. No feelings need to be mixed in, but John can’t help the flutter in hie heart when he thinks about everything that Danny does for him. Keeping him updated, collecting his soul contracts, giving him this. It was everything that he could dream about.

“Do you want to stop?” Danny asked carefully, his breath on John’s.

“If you stop, I will exorcize you,” John glared at the ghost.

“Fair enough,” Danny laughed, the two stumbling towards John’s room in the old mystery house.

The next day, both barely clothed, wrapped up in blankets and each other, John woke up, staring at Danny, tracing his fingers over the old, faded scars.

“You’re staring again,” Danny’s eyes fluttered open.

“You make it hard not to,” John grinned at him, turning around in the bed to light a cigarette.

“You said my subjects are hurting the humans,” Danny started to sit up in the bed, the ring of rage glowing proudly on his finger.

“I never said hurting. I keep an eye on them for you here. I promised, didn’t I?” John turned towards him, clearly understanding that this is no longer pleasure, only business.

“Then what was the call about?” Danny raised an eyebrow, getting up from the bed in a way only one trained in royalty could. John thought that he was beautiful.

“Bats called in a meeting. Trying to figure out where they came from. I was honest. Told them they ain’t form the underworld. Bloody Zatara caught me. Wanted to know how I recognized them. Refused to tell him that they were looking for limbo. I made a promise to ya Danny boy and I intend to keep it,” John tapped his cigarette on the ashtray he keeps by the bed. Watching as Danny slowly dressed himself in his torn-up jeans and shirt, a jacket going with it. One would never think he was dead, much less royalty.

“Do you want me to talk to them?” Danny asked.

“Do you want to talk to them?” John uno reversed him.

“I’m free in two days. I’ll calm down the Justice League,” Danny snapped his fingers, disappearing in green fire, just the same as he arrived. John knows that when he walks back to his living room all evidence of his summoning will be gone as well.

“Damn. You have it bad,” a voice laughed from the living room.

“Damn it!” John shouted, face turning red from anger as he shut his bedroom door, a door that was not shut last night, as he quickly got dressed, stomping back into the living room. “Chas. What the bloody hell are you doing here?”

“Checking up on you. Someone has to,” he shrugged. “Haven’t seen you be like that with someone in forever. So, when’s the next date?” Chas teased.

“Sod off Chas. We’re not dating,” John waved him away, grabbing a cold beer.

“Sure. You only look the people you shag like that because no feelings are attached,” Chas nodded, clearly sarcastic.

“He doesn’t want a relationship. He just wants to make sure I keep his subjects out of trouble while in the human realm. Nothing more nothing less,” John took a big gulp of beer.

“Have either of you ever actually talked about this?” Chas asked.

“C’mon mate. We’ve never talked about it because there is nothing to talk about,” John yelled. “We meet in his realm at a set time we talk. If something comes up, I can call him,” John shrugged.

“so, nothing ever happened while in his realm?” Chas raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing worth bringing up in conversation,” John argued back, the jar that contains his soul in the back of his mind.

“Sure,” Chas snorted, clearly not believing him. “I’ll leave you. Just. Don’t ruin this for yourself John. You are clearly happy with him and that doesn’t happen often with you,” Chas walked out of the house, leaving John by himself, only the house to keep him company.

“I don’t like him. I can’t like him. Why would I even like him?” John asked himself and the house. “The guy only rescues my soul every chance he can get. He willingly comes to visit the human realm for me. He willingly gave me his summoning. “Fuck!” John shouted, realization hitting him.

Panic still fresh in his brain he called up Batman. “I have news about the creatures. Meeting in two days.” John didn’t give the guy a chance to reply, closing his phone and ending the call. He has two days to get his body ass unsober as possible before he has to see Danny again.

***

“Alright bats. Everyone here?” John asked, appearing once again on the table, the annoyance clear on Superman’s face.

“You have news about the strange creatures?” Batman asked, coming from him however, everyone knew that it was an order.

“Yeah yeah. I’ll get to that. Move out of the way people,” John only got down form the table to put his bag down, grabbing the green glowing chalk, and walking back up on the table, aware that he has other magic user’s eyes on him. Writing the familiar symbols, he knew by heart. He still had the old book on his shelf, but he has no use for it.

“Be prepared mates. He’s a tad dramatic,” John warned, muttering the same summoning from before. His eyes turning white as green flames enveloped the room, clearly it was done in a more dramatic way for the audience the two have present.

“Numquam agnus dabo te

numquam agnus dimittam te

numquam amet discurrere et deseram te

numquam agnus fac te clamare

numquam agnus dicere vale

numquam agnus dic mendacium et nocuerunt tibi”

Unlike yesterday where all Danny was wearing was ripped jeans, a t-shirt full of small holes and a warm jacket, today he was draped in armor of black, white, and ecto green. The crown of fire worn proudly at the top of his head and the ring of rage glowing proudly on his finger. Fire forming under his feet as he took steps down the table. John had to take a smirk at how Danny presented himself. This is the same person who tripped over his feet walking in a straight line the other week, crashing his face right into ghost rocks. It never amazed John that Danny could present himself this way, but no one could deny the affect that it had.

“Who are you?” Batman asked, taking the lead as usual.

“Did you not explain to them?” Danny’s voice now held an echo to it, a few leaguers unsure if they were hearing him correctly.

“Sorry love figured you would love to do the honors,” John waved him off, taking a seat.

“I am Phantom. King of the Infinite Realms. John Constantine is the watcher of the human realm for me. He has informed me that the “Justice League” was getting curious about my subjects,” Danny chooses his words carefully. John snorted at his phrasing of the Justice League. “My subjects are not causing lasting harm to any humans. No humans have been injured from them or have been killed. There should be no reason that this club house is looking into my subjects,” Danny’s eyes glowed a deep green, clearly angry about the accusations he has formed in his mind.

“We never claimed that your subjects have injured anybody. We were just concerned. These are new creatures. No one knew of them, and we wanted to make sure they were not a risk,” Wonder Woman was quick to jump in.

“Hah!” Danny grinned, showing his fangs in full view. “My subjects are not new. Most have been around longer then you have been alive. It is your ignorance that has made you assume such a thing.” John knows that if this was with just the two of them alone Danny would have cracked some stupid joke like, “You know what assuming does right? Make an ass out of you and me! Ha! Come on John! It’s funny!”

“I’m sorry?” Wonder Woman was confused.

“My subjects are mostly ghost. Spirits who have refused to pass on. Spirits who have been formed from human ideals. Death, Nocturne, and Time. These are all spirits that have been formed from the thoughts of humans. They will live as long as their ideas live on. There are ones that form naturally, there are ones who have died and left this world, unable to move on they come to my realm. They come back to finish what they started, their right to, or to just cause petty mischief, something they need to do to survive. I keep an eye on every single one in the human realm. From now on if there is an issue you go straight to John. Do I make myself clear?” There was a fire burning in Danny’s eyes as he turned around, stomping out, not wanting to hear any more questions.

“Guess I have no choice but to follow his highness,” John sounded like he was mocking the king, but he knows that if Chas was here, he would call John out on his bullshit quicker then he could snap.

“Did you see their faces?” Danny smiled, as John grabbed Danny’s arm, easily bringing them back to the house of mystery.

“They believe that you are a ruthless tyrant who cares only for his people,” John agreed, pouring himself a drink.

“Pour me one. I know it’s great isn’t it! I worked all day with Ember to get that speech perfect!” Danny’s grin couldn’t get wider, John handed him the drink, watching as Danny drank it with ease.

“Listen Danny boy,” John started, happy that he had the famous liquid courage to help him In this moment.

“What is it, John?” Danny looked up from his drink. There were no problems. The Justice League was handled. What else could there be.

“Mate- Love. It has come to my attention that we might have to rethink our situation John tried, not fully sure how to get the words out.

“You’re going to have to be clearer with me John,” Danny crossed his legs, floating in midair as if Gravity didn’t exist.

“Love I-“John’s throat stopped, not letting him get the words out. “Damn it!” John chugged the rest of his drink, cursing the heavens at his predicament. “Danny I- “once again he was stopped by himself, his beer not helping him at all.

Tired of trying with words, John did the next best thing, he let his actions speak for him. Grabbing Danny, pulling him close, no lust in the moment, unlike a few days ago, he took a deep hopeful breath and pushed a messy kiss upon the half ghost. “Danny, I like you,” John was finally able to whisper.

“Took you long enough mate,” Danny’s smile was wide and hopeful, grabbing John’s neck to kiss him once again. John knows that he’s in for a lifetime of puns, but he is kissing Danny, kissing the half ghost he doesn’t regret a single thing.

#dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #ecto implosion #ecto implosion 2023 #john constantine #danny fenton #john constantine x danny fenton #ghost king danny #the justice league jsut wants answers #john constantine however is done with their shit #danny himself is just a little shit #ectoimplosion2023

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miintsprigz · 3 months

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Hello!! What would Spy, Scout, and Engie be like with a s/o who is startlingly good at voice impressions?

Dang, Anon, kept ya waitin’ long enough?

Thank you for your patience! I hope that this brightens your day.

Gonna do bullet points for this one just because I think it’ll work better. Apologies that this one isn’t as long, this is a really creative prompt! I just didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer. 💚

Mercs With A S/O Who Does Voice Impressions

Characters: Spy, Scout, Engineer (Team Fortress 2)

Warnings: none come to mind

Spy 🥖

•Spy discovered your hidden talent one day when you were asking him if he wanted to accompany you out for a quick grocery store run…on what happened to be a rather rainy day.

• “(Y/N), mon bijou, as much as I love being around you, the rain will—”

• “… ‘ruin the new shoes I just got, and I can’t have this suit getting wet either’.” You’d been working on that one for a while. Spy stared at you, actually slightly slack-jawed.

• “…pardon?” “Didn’t know I could do that, did you?” “…no, no I did not.”

•Honestly? He’s just a little jealous. That was kind of his thing? I dunno, man just wants to be a bit special.

•That being said, as you start implementing this into your talks with him more and more, he finds it to be yet another quality that makes you lovely.

•He’ll tease you at times. “How can I be sure you aren’t an enemy spy?” You laughed at this, resting your hands on his shoulders. “I dunno, do these feel like the hands of an enemy spy?”

•Biting back a laugh, he shakes his head and pulls you closer, dipping you into a kiss. As he draws back, he smirks. “And those feel like the lips of my love…very well. You must be the real one.”

Scout ⚾️

•You actually first utilized this ability of yours as a hail-mary during a fight. Scout was close to bringing the briefcase to safety when the enemy Scout suddenly charged.

•Seeing this, you looked over at Heavy, hoping he would be okay with this. “‘GOOD TIME TO RUN, COWARD!’”, you mimicked. Instinctually, the enemy Scout flinched in terror. Giving yourself just enough time…

• “Heavy! Thanks for the help, man.” “Scout, I was not over there…” “But I heard you right behind me…” The gears in his head visibly turned.

• “Oh! That would be (Y/N). They are very good at that.” Jeremy’s mouth dropped open, only to immediately curve into a huge grin. “(Y/N)…for real??? Do it again!”

• With a proud grin, you obliged. “‘(Y/N) can sound like giant man!’ See?” Scout howled with delighted laughter.

• “Whoa-ho-ho, that’s freakin’ SICK, (Y/N)! Why didn’t you ever show me you could do dat?” “I dunno, it never really came up in conversation.”

•From that point on, he’d ask if you could “do the thing” all the time. You almost always agreed, his reactions were the cutest. He’d actively show it off, with your permission.

• “Yo, my baby here, watch ‘em. …ain’t that cool?!”

•Scout was actually pretty decent at impressions himself (you already know where he got that from), and sometimes the two of you would go back and forth for a while, cracking yourselves up.

•There came a time where you rolled your eyes at one of his requests. That seemed to make him a little nervous.

• “Hey uh…(Y/N)…do you want me to stop askin’ you to do the voices?” “Huh? Oh…I mean, if I’m tired, maybe.” “Arright…I know you’re probably sick of doin’ it, but I just think it’s so cool.”

•You giggled. He looked all lovestruck even now. “I’m glad you think so~” “You really are the coolest, babe, you know that? All around. I’m the luckiest guy in this whole place.” “Awww~”

Engineer ⚙️

•The first time you did this, it was to try and mess with Dell just a little.

• “‘Needa dispenser here!’” “Scout? Where’d you need that dispenser?” “I have no idea whatcha talkin’ about.” “What? But I just heard ya!” “Hardhat, I wasn’t even over there!”

•You only got away with this a few more times before he caught you midway through. His head turned quick enough to see your mouth moving.

•With the way his goggles and hardhat covered up some of the more expressive parts of his face, you couldn’t tell if he was genuinely mad or not. “(Y/N), that’s you doin’ that, ain’t it?”

• “Yeah…” Your face flushed slightly with embarrassment. “…sorry. Got carried away.” Shaking his head, the serious expression began to break somewhat, chuckling. “Ah, no harm no foul, I s’pose. Just uh…not while I’m workin’, maybe?”

•With a smirk, you mimicked him perfectly. “‘Alrighty, partner.’” “Hoo, that really is uncanny, ain’t it? How do you do that?” Holding a finger to your lips, you snickered, and you could tell he was rolling his eyes at you.

•A week or two later, while you were on break, you heard him calling you. “Engie?” Following his voice to his workshop, you looked for him. He was nowhere to be seen in here…but you’d sworn his voice had come from here.

•Looking down, you saw a new machine on his desk. Looking closer, you saw a speaker.

• “Checkmate, darlin’!” With a hearty laugh, Engie leaned in through the doorway. “Okay, you got me…” It was your turn to roll your eyes, but you couldn’t help but laugh.

•The two of you actually would utilize this on the battlefield if you had the energy for it, getting the other team mixed up. Both of you got quite the laugh out of it.

•He never really asked you to do any of that on your own time though.

•One night, he even took you on the side after using that technique. “Hey, (Y/N)…you know I love hearin’ you as yourself more than any of your impressions, right?” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

•Laughing, you rested your head against him. “Yeah, don’t worry, I know.”

• “Alright. Just wanted to make sure.”

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sebsxphia · 1 month

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(this got out of control, sorry not sorry) i kinda love the idea of enemies to lovers with rhett. maybe she’s the smart girl in town, went away to a good college, got her degree/s, came back home to help with her parent’s business and rhett just think she’s snobby, and rude and pretentious. and she doesn’t think any better of him — lazy, hot headed, unmotivated, waste of true talent. maybe they keep bumping into each other — at the bar, at the grocery store, the local diner. and they can’t help, but pick silly little fights with each other. over nothing! for making too much noise at the bar (‘people come here to relax an’ listen to music, not ya damn yappin’!’), blocking the aisle with their cart (‘how is anyone supposed to efficiently grocery shop with you blocking the entire aisle?!’), not leaving a decent tip for the waitress (‘come on, three dollars?! you know deb has two lil ones at home, she needs the cash. don’t be cheap!’) and eventually it boils over. maybe they’re at that same bar, maybe some guy from out town is chatting to her. and she’s into it. smiling softly, giggling at all his jokes, bar stool turned his way. rhett’s watching from across the bar, peeling at the label on his beer bottle. he can’t help the way his teeth clench at the sight of her leaning to whisper in this guy’s ear. he has no idea what a piece of work this girl is. he smirks as the urge over takes him, yelling across the bar, “she’s more trouble than she’s worth, pal. too much brain, not enough sense. get out while ya still can.” her head whips over to him and he sees them flash with that familiar anger and he almost shivers. but the guy she’s talking to must have been waiting for a reason to get up because he pushes his stool back and tells her to have a good night, an almost apologetic smile on his face. then he’s gone and her cheeks are hot and tears are suddenly swimming in her eyes. she looks over at rhett and he’s just a blurry blob of red plaid. “i guess if you’re not happy, no one gets to be, huh?” and she’s throwing money on the bar and she’s gone. he feels confused watching her leave, the normal thrill of getting to her noticeably absent. the only thing is feels is… bad. guilty. ashamed. he mutters a “goddamnit” and then he’s following her. he stops her outside the bar with her name. “hey, look, i’m sorry, okay? how was i supposed to know that idiot would get up and leave?” he throws his hands wide in frustration and she scoffs, crossing her arms across her chest. “we always get on each other’s case, i thought he could take it. he was talkin’ to you afta’ all, torture must be his thing.” he adds without thinking and, suddenly, his cheek is stinging. she slapped him. she fucking slapped him. he looks down at her, her breathing heavy, eyes blazing. “you are so fucking annoying, rhett abbott.” he presses closer to her, “well, you oughta know, honey. i learned from the best.” and her eyes are on his, tension radiating off of her. he almost misses it, the way her eyes drop to his lips. he smirks, jumping at his chance. he grabs her face, tilting her up to him and then his mouth is on hers. and she squeaks into his mouth before melting into the kiss. she throws her arms around his shoulders, pressing up onto her toes and pressing her lips harder against his. his hands move to grip her waist as he shuffles them back so they’re pressed against the side of the bar. he nips at her bottom lip and she opens her mouth with a sigh. he presses his tongue against hers and she moans for him oh so sweetly. she pushes his hat off his head so she can run her fingers through hair, grabbing a fistful of it in her fingers and giving a sharp tug. his head pulls away from her mouth and she opens her eyes to look at him, really look at him. face flushed, pupils blown wide, her handprint still visible on his left cheek. she feels the arousal between her legs instantly. “look at you…” she whispers before attaching her lips to the underside of his jaw. his eyes slip shut and he tilts his head back to give her more room. (1/2)

OH MY GOD?! MY DEAR ANON! i cannot believe that you sent this to me for free 🥺😵‍💫

she pushes his hat off his head so she can run her fingers through hair, grabbing a fistful of it in her fingers and giving a sharp tug. his head pulls away from her mouth and she opens her eyes to look at him, really look at him. face flushed, pupils blown wide, her handprint still visible on his left cheek. she feels the arousal between her legs instantly. “look at you…” she whispers before attaching her lips to the underside of his jaw. his eyes slip shut and he tilts his head back to give her more room.

then he’s pressing his lips to her cheek before whispering “i fuckin’ love it when we fight.”

taking his hat off! the handprint still being there! look at you! rhett pressing his lips to their cheek before whispering that!

ohhhhhh my god, this is so incredibly perfect and i absolutely love this my dear anon! i believe that rhett would make a very good enemies to lovers trope. he’s got a lot of pent up anger and frustration, but sometimes he can’t tell when it’s love. his relationship with his family has completely skewed that for him, but this is the perfect example of what could happen 🤭

i’m so incredibly grateful for you sending me this my dear anon! and please, never apologise! thank you so much for this, mwah! 💗💌

#💌you’ve got mail #rhett abbott #💐 these are for you!!

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thorin-is-a-cuddler · 11 months

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A little convincing

A/N: I made it. Despite uni actually forbidding such things. I had to write this. It made me feel happy and I hope it will make you feel happy as well. Imagine whichever Aramis you like best. Romain Duris has my heart. Aramis x littke sister reader.

You were quietly sitting on the windowsill, overlooking the busy, dusty, loud street of Paris that led alongside the musketeer‘s corps. It was a fresh, lovely morning, the sun peeking out behind an array of clouds and the smell of spring whispering promises about the upcoming summer. The sun light reflected in the tin rain gutters on the Parisian roofs blinded you, so you looked behind you, eyes fixing on your brother putting on his jewelry in front of his mirror. Yes, it was HIS mirror. Neither Athos, nor Porthos ever spent any time in front of it. He did that sufficiently for the three of them. He was humming softly, fixing his moustache the way he liked best and trying not to make a tangled mess of his twelve different necklaces. No one in Paris walked about as extravagantly as he did. It made you feel proud of your brother. He was carrying about a security of self that was charming and good-natured, never rude and rarely arrogant. When someone mocked him, he just smiled. When someone tried to outdo him, he just laughed. Aramis‘ face only ever darkened when you or his brothers were in trouble. He could be terrifying then, even to you. His dark side was just as dark as his bright sight was shiny.

While tending to his appearance that very morning, he seemed particularly shiny. You couldn‘t help but smile, when he noticed your attention and moved his head around in a swift motion, granting you a waggle of his eyebrows. You tried not to show it, but a sadness was wearing you down. He would be gone for an entire week and despite the fact that Treville and Constance never allowed you a quiet moment in the reoccurring absence of your brother and his friends to keep you from worrying, you were always on the brink of dropping into the terrible imagination of losing him. He must have noticed a weakness in your smile - he always did - because he suddenly altered his voice, talking in the most comedic American/English accent and getting to his feet dramatically.

„MISSUS!!“ He exclaimed and you felt your lips twitch. „Is that a saaad little twaankle I see in your moonyshiny eyeess?“

With a huff, you started shaking your head at him. „You‘re such an idiot!“

He gasped, so overdramatically offended, he almost threw himself off his feet. „MADAMMME, do you have the faintliest idea who ya talkin to??“

You tried to glare at him to keep from laughing or grinning, but he merely mimicked your expression and hunched over in a most concerningly predatory way.

„Oh, I see,“ he growled, back to his normal voice, sending a feeling of fearful anticipation through your stomach.

„Aramis!“ You warned, tenseley sitting up straight on the sill.

„That laughter needs a little more convincing, huh?“ He continued to growl, slowly advancing in your direction. You were getting really bouncy there, extending your hands defensively in front of you and slowly backing away from the window. A nervous smile slipped on your features.

„No, thank you, I think it‘s not available today!“

He laughed softly at that, his eyes glittering. There was a silent consent shared between you: in the way you didn‘t really try to get away, in the way he blinked slowly and knowingly, reassuringly. It was your game and you would play it the way you wanted to.

„I think I can coax it out of you!“ He grinned fondly and suddenly the backs of your knees hit his bed. Your eyes widened and he was too freaking fast. With a squeal you tried to avoid his arms coming for your middle by throwing yourself on the sheets. You quickly robbed backwards on your back, hysterical sounds leaving your throat in a melody of your own design. He was right there with you, trying to get a hold of your arms and cackling at the way you kicked him in the ribs.

„Ooooh, feisty!!“

You shrieked in panic, when his hand managed to hold on to your leg and quickly tried to pull yourself away from him, but he pulled you right back into the middle of the bed and caged your body with his arms.

„Well, well, looks like you‘re in trouble,“ he huffed with his deep voice, smirking as his eyes locked with yours. You were already smiling wider and brighter than the tin roof gutters of Paris, feeling the love for your brother flush out all the anxiety for the moment. In an attempt at self-defense, you shoved your hands under his arms and tickled the mostly unprotected armpits, making him recoil and break out into a short flow of laughter, before he got a hold of your wrists and pinned them above your head.

„You little snake,“ he mused, humming happily when you started to shout out breathless, giggly „No“s, all pinned down and delivered.

„No, no, no?“ He teased, delighted at the way you already tried to protect your neck by shaking your head quickly from left to right. „You still think I cannot convince that laughter to come out?“

You cursed yourself for the breathless giggles that were already shaking you, despite him not having even come near to tickling you. With a deep breath you put your head back and looked at your brother smiling softly at you. In a last attempt at defying him, you stuck out your tongue and said: „Actually it‘s harder NOT to laugh at you in general, but somehow the boys and I manage i- NOOO!!!“

You squealed with laughter when he dipped his head down and blew a raspberry under your ear, his beard bristeling against your skin ticklishly.

„Dohohohohon‘t,“ you got out half-suffocated, before a second and third raspberry sent you into more delirious waves of laughter.

„Are you laughing at me right now??“ He asked fake incredulously when he moved his head back up to look at you shaking with mirth. You could barely breathe as you shook your head from left to right, pulling at your pinned wrists.

„Nohohoho, I swear!!“

He chuckled and dipped his head down anew, meeting a particularly mean spot on your neck. You bucked your body up and tried to throw him over, but he simply repeated to blow on the same spot several times, succeeding in making your laughter explode too much to still have any strength for that manoeuver.

„Plehehehease stop,“ you giggled when he‘d moved his head up again, smirking triumphantly.

„Oh, come on, I have to make up for an entire week here.“ He chuckled, but the mentioning of his absence quickly changed the mood.

Your smile vanished and your eyes grew less bright than before.

„Hmmm,“ he made, letting go of your wrists as a sadness tinged his carefree expression a shade less happy. „Little sister doesn‘t like me going.“

„No, she hates that really.“ You answered, pulling your arms down and starting to play with one of his necklaces hanging a little lower than the rest.

He put his head up on one of his palms, the other arm still keeping you from getting away. The kindness in his eyes never vanished, a huge amount of sympathy weighing you down like a warm blanket.

„I would take you with us, if I could.“

„Would you?“ You asked, using the crucifix pendant of his necklace to draw the lines of his chin.

„Mhmmm,“ he answered, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. „I would keep you in a saddle bag the entire time to make sure you don‘t get lost, but yes I would!“ He chuckled when you gently punched him in the chest for that, but quickly turned more serious again when he saw how worried you really were.

„You know, (Y/N), when I‘m gone, I know exactly what and who I come back for and that creates a power you can hardly imagine. I would slice, slash, burn and kick my way back to you, always. Even if I‘m hurt, even if I‘m dying, I will always come back here to you. The last time you see me will never be when I leave.“

Your eyes started to burn as you looked into the honey brown eyes of your brother during his little speech. His words made you sad, but all the more they reassured you and made you want to cling to him for as long as you could.

Your arms were thrown around his neck in one swift motion and he caught and held you against him with one arm, nuzzling your hair and breathing you in.

„I love you so much,“ you whispered, allowing one single tear to drop onto his shirt.

„Oh, if you knew how much I love you, if you only knew how powerful that makes me.“ He answered gently, smiling against your ear and holding you even tighter than before.

„Powerful enough to crush me apparently,“ you wheezed, laughing when he dropped you back on the sheets all of a sudden. The mischievous sparkle was back in his eyes.

„Right, where were we actually? Wasn‘t I very busy doing something funny right there?“

„Oh no no no,“ you protested, giggling with a new wave of nervous laughter, your hands quickly coming up to push against his face, to keep that beard away from your neck.

He chuckled softly, not even seeming bothered when he used one hand to brush your own away and pin them on your side now, using his body to keep them stuck between you two. You were already wiggling around hysterically, twisting and turning but never escaping. And soon his ticklish beard on your neck and his skilled fingers raking over your ribs had you shaking with laughter again. Until Athos and Porthos entered the room and Aramis was off of you in milliseconds. They were always on your side. And he was painfully aware of that.

A similar cornering situation like the one between you and your brother took place and Athos and Porthos had your brother down in seconds, making him burst with adorable giggles in the most practiced manner, cutting off his access to his sides and tickling him there until they could have made him promise anything in the entire world.

You loved watching them play, feeling good about yourself and the morning spent with your brother. Seeing the fondness in the eyes of his friends reassurred you further that Aramis was well protected by the eagle eyes of the two of them. They would never let anything happen to each other if they had a say in it.

You couldn‘t wait to hear him laugh like that again.

#the musketeers #tickling #tickle imagine #ticklish!aramis #little sister reader #aramis little sister #the three musketeers #athos #porthos #hurt/comfort

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yakuzacanons · 9 months

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I don't know if you're into soulmate AUs but I'm a big sucker for them, they make my brain go brrr sooo, can I request some general headcanons of the boys with a soulmate? Like, how they find their soulmate, how they feel about sharing such a strong connection with someone etc? Can be any soulmate trope you thing suits them best, I ain't picky. (Like, name on wrist, first words they say to each other etc.) :3

Anon this is such a big brain idea, I also go brrrrrrrr. Also I wanna say some of the boys will have different tropes than others, a few might be similar but it's gonna be a mixed bag. I'm also operating under the assumption that everyone in this AU knows and/or is fine with the whole soultmate thing as I imagine it would be kind of ingrained in the culture if that makes sense. So this has more or less ended up as how they find their soulmate/how they react to finding them. I hope that works. Otherwise, headcanons below the cut as always. Had a lotta fun with this one!

Kazuma Kiryu: Matching Scars

Honestly, Kiryu probably has a multitude of scars from...all the stuff he's been through. However, there's one he has on his wrist that he's had basically his whole life. He doesn't really give it much thought until you point it out and say "Hey, that looks just like mine!" before you both realize what it means and the two of you look at each other say at the same time "...OH!" while pointing at each other, like the Spider-Man meme.

Majima Goro: Holding Hands

This is especially wacky because Majima knows how the soulmate thing works but does NOT know that it has to be bare skin to bare skin contact. Basically, his stupid ass is running around the entire time with gloves on, thus getting in the way of him actually finding his soulmate. He'll probably complain about it casually to you one day, to which you look at him rather dumbfounded and say "You know it only works if you take those gloves off, right?" to which he says "Ehh?! Whatcha talkin' about?!". He'll then immediately take off his gloves and hold his hand up to yours to test it out only to realize immediately that you are in fact right. He will then become extremely excited, probably babbling nonsense half of the time and hugging you gleefully.

Saejima Taiga: Name On Wrist

Probably the most neutral about the soulmate thing out of all the boys, not because he doesn't believe in it but because he's never really had time for romance. He's more on the shy side so he won't go pestering everyone he meets that potentially matches the name. You'll probably mention it FIRST and casually mention his name by saying "Mine says 'Saejima Taiga'... never met anyone with a name like that though." to which he will just stare blankly at you, mouth open in shock. Eventually, he'll muster up the courage to respond with "Well, ya won't believe what my name is." while chuckling.

Akiyama Shun: Red String Of Fate

Total romantic sap and loves the whole soulmate thing. Spends a bit more time than he'd admit pining about who his soulmate might be. In his AU, soulmates are found by the red string of fate, a popular tale about being connected to your soulmate by an invisible red string. However, in this AU, your soulmate can actually see your red string if you get into close proximity with them. Akiyama isn't shy so the second he sees the string pop up and can see it's connected to you, he'll run up to you and introduce himself. Think very "Call Me Maybe" type of meet-cute.

Tanimura Masayoshi: Hot And Cold

Similar to the red string of fate, except that this time it is measured by tempurature. Tanimura can tell how far or close he is to you based on how hot or cold he feels, cold being far away and hot being nearby. It's a struggle for him since whenever he does feel warm, he can't always pursue the lead due to being busy with his job. Most likely, he'll accidentally bump into you in the street and suddenly feel incredibly warm and cozy, to which he'll quickly turn around to speak to you, saying something like "Did you feel that just now?".

Ryuji Goda: Revealed In Dreams

Honestly doesn't give a hoot about the soulmate thing. To him, romance will happen whenever it happens. A lot of other people his age when hew as younger started having dreams that revealed hints about their soulmate but Ryuji is a late bloomer, so the whole soulmate thing got pushed further and further into the back of his mind. He'll wake up in a cold sweat one night after finally having the dream, the details of your face burned into his mind. Unlike some of the other boys, he likely already knows you, probably as a childhood friend, and he'll definitely have a moment of "The whole time... they was right in fronta me?!".

Nishikiyama Akira: Matching Birthmarks

Similar to Kiryu's concept, except this appears more like a mole than a scar. They are rather small so it's not something you'd notice as obviously as the scar concept for Kiryu. They also have to line up completely perfectly so Nishiki is prone to meeting people that he thinks might be his soulmate and get excited only to realize they're not. When he does meet his soulmate, his mark will disappear and he'll get rather frantic wondering who out of all the people he met recently was in fact the one that caused this. At some point, he'll mention it by saying "The weirdest thing happened the other night, my mark just disappeared on its own." and you'll respond with "Hey, mine too, that's weird." before the truth finally hits you both. Truthfully, he and Kiryu are both a little dense like that sometimes. Nishiki will be so happy to know you, he might cry a little out of happiness.

Daigo Dojima: First Words

Unlike the other concepts, in this AU people won't know ahead of time what will confirm who their soulmate is. It's something that happens in the moment, a sudden realization. That honestly makes Daigo kind of nervous, since his life has to be carefully calculated given his line of work. The words itself don't have to have particular meaning either, which only makes it more complicated. The second you speak to him for the first time, he feels chills down his spine. He'll ask you to repeat yourself, eyes wide with nervousness, the both of you completely shocked that by some chance, some divine intervention, the two of you ended up in the same room.

Mine Yoshitaka: Dreams Of A Past Life

Believes in making his own destiny which only makes meeting his soulmate feel more impactful, somehow. Mine is so used to going against the tide that meeting you just kind of brings him to his knees. He'll see flashes of the two of you in your past life in his dreams but he won't go out of his way to really dedicate much of it to memory. The first time he meets you, he'll think you look familiar but can't really pinpoint why and he'll dismiss it. The more the feeling nags at him, the more he starts to think maybe there's something more to this. It's only when he asks if you recognize him too that it finally clicks and he understands this is where he's meant to be.

#yakuza #yakuza headcanons #yakuza imagines #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku headcanons #ryu ga gotoku imagines #goro majima #majima megaphone moment #kiryu kazuma #majima goro #akira nishikiyama #akiyama shun #ryuji goda #masayoshi tanimura #saejima taiga #mine yoshitaka #daigo dojima #imagines #headcanons

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claire-elvisgirl · 6 months

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Eternal Bond - One shot Halloween Story

One shot Halloween story with all the stuff we like (fluff, smut, but watch out...sadness too) Hope you like it!

Summary: How much can a life change in just one night, if the man who loves you turns out to be an immortal vampire?

Warnings: 18+, fluff/smut, sex in shower, blood, vampire bites, death

Word cunt: 4501

You finally took your decision and quit your job. You were tired of seeing always the same people, every night. It was almost two years since you worked in that horrible night club, but you were sure that this wasn’t supposed to be your life. You couldn’t imagine that life was about to change forever.

The last night of work, you left the club with a heavy heart, not knowing what would become of you after all those years and you took your way home. Suddenly you noticed a dark shadow behind you. You turned around and right there, in front of your eyes, there was the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. Incredibly tall and thin with hair black as the darkest night and a pair of eyes blue as the deepest sea.

He approached you and he stopped just a few steps away, looking right into your eyes: “Hi!”

As he spoke, you could feel his deep voice echoing in your ears like an old song.

You tried to ignore him and walked away, but fast as a lighting, he was at your side again: “Ain’t ya talkin’ to me?” he asked gently.

You kept walking without looking at him. You found him a little creepy and you wanted to get home as soon as possible. “Do I know you?” you asked.

He smiled and kept walking by your side: “No, but I think we could get to know each other pretty soon! Do ya like the idea?” he asked standing right in front of you avoiding you to walk away.

“My name’s Elvis…what’s yours hun’?” he asked holding out his hand.

You were very suspicious about that man, you felt inside your heart that he meant trouble. But a strange force made your hand raise onto his: “I…I’m y/n!”

“Y/n…lovely!” He kissed your hand and your body shivered as you felt his lips touching your skin: they were cold as ice, despite it was a warm night. “Where ya off to?” he asked.

“I…I just quit my job and I’m going home!” you answered not being able to keep your eyes away from him.

“Why don’t we go for a drink instead? I would like to know more about ya!” he asked gently. You thought about it for a while, then, without even realizing it, you were walking away with him, right by his side, his hand holding yours.

“I think we should go to my place…if that’s okay with ya…” he suggested.

“To…your place?” you asked confused, feeling strange. That man could have made you do anything.

“I have a special way to make you forget about everything, a surprise if ya wanna say…ya comin’?”

Your last defence came down and you followed him like a baby follows his own father. After a while, he stopped in front of a great mansion. You couldn’t even remember if it has always been there. Stunned, you walked beside him and as he opened the door you walked inside.

“Ya look nervous baby…is everything okay?” he asked with his hands on your shoulders.

“Yes I’m…I’m fine. Can I..use the bathroom?” you asked embarrassed.

He smiled and caressed your cheek: “Of course ya can sweetheart, but I have a better idea. Why don’t ya take a shower? It’ll help ya relax!”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Was he really asking that?

“Don’t be embarrassed hun, it’s alright. In fact, maybe I could come with ya!”

Your jaw fell right on the floor. Not only he was asking you to take a shower in his own bathroom, but he was suggesting you to have it with him.

“Well…yes…I mean…no…oh God…I’m so nervous…!” you stuttered like a baby.

“Don’t worry hun, you’ll be much more comfortable after. You’ll see.” He said opening the bathroom door: “Go ahead and make yourself at home.

As you entered the bathroom you looked around you and opened your eyes wide. Everywhere you watched, you saw gold. Pure and cold gold. “I’ll be right back!” he closed the door leaving you there alone. You stood in front of the mirror and you looked at yourself. Was it really happening? Was it a dream? You couldn’t figure out. Just like under a magic spell you undressed yourself as he looked at you from the keyhole. You were about to take off your panties as he opened the door and stood in front of you completely naked. He was like a Greek statue, with every muscle and every inch of skin perfectly made. You looked away and blushed. He smiled and walked into the shower, grabbing your hand to take you inside with him. He started to caress every inch of your body. “Ya look so perfect hun…” he said as his hand lowered down to the fabric of your panties, moving them aside.

He kissed you and held you tight against his body, while his hand gently caressed your needing pussy, making you gasp: “Looks like my lil’ cutie pie is already wet for me, uh!?” he said sliding down your panties and throwing them aside. Then he kissed your legs, starting from your ankles and going back up to your thighs. You trembled under the touch of his kisses, feeling again the coldness of his lips. You felt helpless. You didn’t know how to stop him and after a while you let him have his way with you.

He stood up and he ran his hands through your hair as he pushed you in the shower and opened the hot water that starts to flow on your bodies. “Ya like that, don’t ya? Ya want more? I know that ya do!” and as he said that, he picked you up and put you against the wall of the shower, pushing himself between your legs.

You gasped as you felt his hard cock moving against your core. “Oh God…”

“I’m dyin’ to touch ev’ry inch of your body…I need ya so much baby! I can’t wait to have ya!” he whispered in your ear. He was claiming you forcefully, but at the same time he was very gentle and you felt so loved and wanted that you couldn’t stop him: “I love your lips baby…they’re so soft…they’re really turnin’ me on!”

He kissed you again, pushing his tongue inside of your lips: “You’re a wonderful girl…an almost perfect woman. You deserve all my love and my kisses. I wanna give ya the best pleasure of your life!”

He took off your wet hair from your face as he looked at you. Ya like it when I touch ya like this?” he asked as he moved again on your pussy “Can I continue?”

“You can do what you want!” you answered moaning.

“That’s what I longed to hear. Don’t ya worry, I’m very good at this, I’ll show ya!”

“I have no doubts…” your voice came out of your throat like a whisper.

“Keep bein’ a good girl f’me, ‘kay?” he said starting to move hardly against you and pushing himself deeper. He ran a hand over your body and he kept kissing you, whispering in your ear: “Ya know…I can make ya feel things ya never felt before. Do ya want me to show ya?”

“Y-yes Elvis…please…”

He brought you down from the wall and as you stood on your feet again, he kissed your neck, holding it with both of his hands. He caressed your throat too: “So soft…and tender…”

He held you tight: “Ya know what I like about ya? You’re so pure and so perfect.”

You stood in silence as he kept moving. He noticed your silence: “Is everything okay, sweetheart?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry, don’t stop!” you answered.

“I like the way ya react y/n! Ya deserve to feel pleasure, I think we both are gonna enjoy it very much!”

He took off your hair from your face and he kissed your cheek. Then he asked you the strangest question you’ve ever heard: “Can I taste ya?”

You pulled yourself back a bit and looked at him: “What??”

“I wanna taste your lips, your ears, your cheeks…I couldn’t imagine you would be so…soft and tender!”

His words sent a shiver down your spine. What was he talking about? His hands were exploring every part of your body: “Do ya feel good?”

“I…yes, I feel...so good!”

“That’s how I like it…you’re doin’ great! I want this night to last forever, sweetheart! Ya have no idea how much I like the way ya taste, I could literally eat ya!” he whispered while he kept touching you.

“Where do ya want me to touch ya? Where should I go?” he asked. You grabbed his hand and moved it back down, right between your legs.

“That’s my naughty lil’ girl…is this what ya really want? Then I’m gonna do everything to please ya!” he said sliding a finger inside you and rubbing your sensitive clit. As he teased your pussy inside and outside, he kept kissing your neck and you felt shivering: “Ya need this and ya need me! You’re so perfect…I knew that I was gonna have fun with ya!”

He went back to your neck and he stared at it for a while. He kissed it. He caressed it. He licked it. “Ya like this? Say it! Say ya like it…say you’re enjoying my touch!”

“I…I am…you’re doing perfect, but…” you noticed something you never realized before. Even you were under a flow of hot water, his skin was as cold as ice. “…you’re so…cold…how is it possible? Are ya okay?”

He smiled: “Don’t worry…I have my lil’ tricks. There’s only one way to warm me up. It’ll be fun…I promise!” he grinned. He licked your neck again and gave you a little bite: “I’ve done this before…don’t worry…ya have to trust me!”

“I…I trust ya…” you whispered. His words worried you a little, but you were so intrigued by him that you’d let him do anything.

“Good girl…then open your mouth f’me!” he ordered you cupping your chin. He squeezed your cheeks forcing you to open your mouth and he pushed his tongue inside, playing in every corner. You kissed him back, but you couldn’t help to feel a little fear. He moved back to your neck and bit you again, this time a little harder. You knew something was strange about him, but you couldn’t figure out what it was.

“I’ve never felt like this with a woman before…I think it’s time f’me to do what I was waiting to do!”

You trembled as you heard his words. But it wasn’t a bad sensation, it was pure pleasure, that made your head roll back.

“Are ya ready? Ya know what I really wanna do with ya?” he asked you with a grin. You didn’t have the force to answer.

“I’m gonna do a thing that I could even regret maybe…but maybe not! Do ya want to know my secret?” he looked at you with a mysterious look.

You opened your eyes: “Your…secret?”

“I have a very special reason to enjoy ya so much. I have a very special reason for liking ya so much. Let’s just say that ya remind me so much of a special person.”

She pulled back and looked at him: “Who?”

He stopped for a while and turned sad: “My first true love…I can’t believe how much ya look like her! She had exactly the same soft and beautiful skin that ya have! She was the best woman I’ve ever met and I’ve been obsessed with her…” then he stopped talking.

After a long silence he looked up: “She died…many years ago, in this very night! And ya remind me so much of her…it’s almost like you’re a gift from heaven…I won’t let anybody take ya away from me!”

He kept kissing you with hunger. He touched you and after a while he bit your neck again, this time harder than before. You jumped back, hit by the sharp pain: “Oh…God…you have…sharp teeth!”

He caressed you as he looked you with love: “It’s gonna hurt a little, but I’m doing’ it for ya…for us! Do ya trust me?”

You couldn’t say why, but his voice was like a magic spell in your ears and you couldn’t help but nod your head, giving him the right to keep going. He got back to your neck with his lips. He kissed and bit you again, harder and harder and even if it hurt and it burned like fire, you let him do it. You felt your neck sore from his bites and you kept feeling something really weird about him. He got on his knees and grabbed you with his strong hands, then he kissed and licked your belly several times, making you squirm and moan.

He got up and attacked your neck again, biting harder than ever. This time you let out a loud moan as you felt something stinging and burning your skin. You pulled back again and as you rubbed your neck with your hand, you saw a big trace of blood. “Oh my God…”

You started to panic, but he held you tight, avoiding you from passing out: “Sshh, don’t worry y/n, don’t cry…everything’s gonna be alright. I promise!” and as he said that, he leaned on your neck and licked away all the blood. As his tongue passed on your skin, you felt it rubbing and scratching. The heat you felt was almost unbearable.

“Your blood tastes so good y/n, do ya want to know why I love it so much?”

As you felt those words you took a step back and looked at him with eyes full of fear: “No…you can’t be a…”

He stopped you: “Sweetheart, don’t panic now, I have to tell ya something, I have to be honest with ya!”

You knew what he was about to say, but it was so strange that you couldn’t believe it. He took your hands and spoke again: “Ya see y/n, I’m a vampire!” he said, looking at you, as he saw confusion and fear in your eyes. “I know it’s hard to believe it, but I have to be honest and I wanna tell ya the truth and now that ya know it, I’m gonna keep ya safe from everyone, only ya and me. But what I want now is…your blood!”

He kept biting you. His fingers were all over your back and your hair. You tried to say something, but all you could do was moaning in pain and pleasure.

“Baby, I don’t know what’s happening to me…it’s like I’ve known ya for centuries…and I intend to be like this forever. We’ll be together for centuries again!”

You begged him to stop as you looked terrified at your own blood flushing away with the water. You tried to push him away, but his grip was too tight and his teeth didn’t let you go.

With another bite, he started to suck and drink your blood and this time you could feel it leaving your body: “Please…no…” you begged him again to stop, but he didn’t.

“Relax baby, let me make ya feel better than you’ve ever felt before…I’m gonna be with y for the rest of your life…and beyond!”

You suddenly felt so dizzy and light headed that you felt on your knees, still under the shower. He grabbed your body and held you against the wall, giving you a long and tender kiss: “I wanna make ya feel like a goddess tonight!”

He kept sucking and your blood came out faster as the pleasure and the pain became very intense. Your sight blurred and you grabbed onto him, holding yourself from fainting.

“Oh sweetheart, I know how ya feel now, but this is just the beginning. I know this is hard, but it’s gonna get better, I promise, still I think I’m gonna stop for a while now. Ya need some rest and when you’ll wake up I’ll give ya the passion of a lifetime!”

He turned off the water and wrapped you in a towel. Then he gently picked you up in his arms and he lay you down on his bed: “There ya go baby…oh my God, you’re so pretty…” he kept kissing you as he rubbed your body to dry you up, then he sat next to you. You felt the touch of his body, which now was a little warmer, probably thanks to the blood he drank from you. You rest your head on his shoulder with your eyes closed as your body trembled:” I'm c-cold…I feel so weak…”

He hugged you tighter: “I bet ya do, honey…ya just lost a lot of blood and this is your first experience, but you’ll get used to it, don’t worry!” he answered caressing your neck.

“Please, not again…” you begged.

He smiled at you: “No, baby, don’t worry, I’ll take it slow now. Let’s talk a bit now, I wanna know more about ya…ya feel good now?” he asked you gently.

You touched your neck again: “Yes, but…can ya do something for this? It burns like hell!!”

He moved away your hair and whispered in your ear: “Let me show ya a little secret!”

He licked the bite and as he did, you felt a strange but good sensation and the heat that spread from the wound suddenly was gone. “My tongue will fix everything…it’s an old vampire trick!”

“Oh my God, it’s…it’s incredible!” you answered touching your neck again. The pain was completely gone.

“Elvis can I…can I ask you something?” you said looking up at the ceiling.

“Of course, ya can ask me anything!” he answered smiling.

“How long have you been a vampire?” you asked him.

He lay down next to her and his face turned very serious: “For centuries baby! I’ve been walking the Earth for centuries, as one of the creatures of the night. I’ve seen people come and I’ve seen people go. And now I found ya and I wanna protect ya…forever!”

“And what about her?” you asked caressing his hand.

He closed his eyes as if your question brought back some bad memories to him.

You asked again: “When did you meet her? In which century?”

His face changed to a very sad expression as he thought about her: “She was a beautiful girl from the 17th century and she was only sixteen when I met her. She made me fell in love right away. She was just like ya, very beautiful and I wanted her so much.”

Then he tries to hide a tear: “But I was selfish…she was my first victim. I…killed her…and now, here ya are, looking so much like her! But I don’t wanna make the same mistake!”

As he kept talking, you couldn’t help but feeling sad for him: “So…is this the reason why you chose me?”

He wiped away the tears from his eyes: “Yes baby…I picked you because you remind me so much of her…I feel almost like this time I can save her! Maybe I can redeem myself, ‘cause ya know…I’m tired of being a vampire!”

“What? I thought you loved it!” you said.

“Baby…just think about it for a while: I saw all the people I loved passing away…I have to walk this planet for who knows how many years, suffering from losing the people I love…living forever is beautiful, but at the same time it can be a damnation!”

He took his face in his hands and cried. You felt really bad for him and you tried to make him smile again, but it was no use.

“So what are you gonna do now?” you asked.

“I thought ya would be just another meal for me, but now…I can’t y/n, I cant’ hurt you anymore! But I wanna do one last thing if you’re okay with it…”

“What?” you asked with curiosity.

“I wanna make ya like me. I can’t bear the thought of losing you when you’ll die. If ya become like me, I can have ya forever…what do ya say, honey?”

You looked at him in shock: “No…you can’t ask me that, I don’t wanna become a vampire!”

He kneeled in front of you and cried: “Please…I can’t lose ya, I don’t wanna lose ya! Please!”

You turned your back on him: “I said no, I don’t want you to bite me ever again!”

He got up from the floor and put his hands on your shoulder: “There is another way!”

You turned your face and looked at him: “What do you mean?”

He tried to smile, but he was extremely sad and tired: “There’s another way of turning ya into a vampire…without having me drinking your blood, but it’s a little more painful!”

“And what would it be?” you asked.

He stood in silence for a while, then he leaned onto you and whispered in your ear: “Ya have to drink mine!”

You stepped back from him terrified after what you heard from his voice.

“What?? Are you crazy?? I’m not gonna drink your blood! Not now, not ever!”

He was desperate as he asked you again to fulfil his dream: “Y/n please…one way or another…it doesn’t change! We’re meant to be together! Look, I didn’t want to force ya, but ya leave me no choice, I love ya too much to let ya go! I’m sorry baby!”

You stepped back, knowing what he was about to do and you tried to run away. He ran after you and he stopped you right in front of the door. He grabbed you from behind and held you tight in his arms. You tried to get rid of him, kicking and screaming, but he was too strong and you felt that that was his vampire power, as a normal man could have never been so strong.

As he held you, he bit his own wrist, breaking his skin with his fangs and let the blood flood out. You tried again to get free, but he was too strong. He cupped your chin and squeezed, forcing you to open your mouth and he pulled your head back, making ten drops of his red juice going down your throat. He kept your head in place as he forced you to drink: “I’m sorry sweetheart, I’m doin’ it for ya, it’ll be over soon and we’ll be together forever!”

As the last drop of blood went down your throat, he let you go and you coughed violently, feeling the taste of his blood. After a while, you felt it reaching your stomach and you fell on the floor, curled up in pain, like you were burning from your insides.

You let out a scream as he tried to keep you calm: “Honey, don’t fight it…your body is changin’, it’s gonna be okay! Stay with me now, please!”

“It…it hurts so much…I feel like I’m burning…do something!” you cried, holding your belly in pain. He sat behind you and held you tight, rockin’ you in his arms. “It’s okay, take a deep breath, you’ll feel better soon. Trust me!” he whispered kissing the back of your neck. As time passed, your skin turned pale, but you still could feel that burning sensation inside. “Don’t fight it…don’t fight it!” he whispered: “Close your eyes, it’s almost over!”

As he said those words, you closed your eyes and you felt your eyes burning, as they turned to a dark red tone and you felt the blood in your veins running at a very high speed. Your heart pumped harder as you bit your lips and you felt a wave of pleasure rushing through your body, which started to shake as a pair of long and shiny fangs come out of your mouth.

Suddenly the pain was gone. You got up from the floor and you went to the mirror. Then you turned back and ran onto him: “Why did you do this to me?” you asked with a weak voice.

He came to you and he grabbed your face in his hands: “Y/n, it may be hard for ya now, but this is the best thing that ever happened to ya. You’re just like me now and we can stay together forever!”

He got closer to you: “There’s just one last thing and I promise you won’t feel any pain at all!”

He took your hand and put it on his chest: “Can ya feel my heart beating?”

You nodded. It was a lovely sound and you could feel it not just under your hand, but in your ears too. It was like that touch had connected the two of you. He kept talking: “This is what happens when a couple is together: when we’re near to each other, our heart beats get connected…look!”

He put his other hand on your chest and in that right moment you felt your two hearts beating together, at the same pace and at the same time.

“It’s…it’s incredible!” you said looking at him.

“Come with me!” he said gently, taking you by the hand. He took you near the window and made you look outside: “Look at the world out there y/n…that horrible world. We’re too perfect for it!” and as he said that he took you in his arms and kissed you. It was a strong, but desperate kiss. After a while, the first rays of sun fell through the window.

He looked sweetly at you, with his eyes full of tears: “Close your eyes honey!”

You were starting to understand. You knew too well what sun light did to vampire. Strangely, you didn’t feel fear, but a deep sense of calm and peace. Now you realized why he turned you into a vampire: it was the only way to be free forever.

You closed your eyes and held him tight: “I love you!” you whispered.

In that moment he knew that he could even die, because he experienced true love for at least once in his long life.

“I love ya too baby!” he answered.

Your lips touched in a long passionate kiss and as time passed, you felt your skin burning, as the sun light touched your bodies. You both felt tears in your eyes, but your love was much stronger and you kept kissing as you felt the warmth of the sun burning you. He whispered in your ear: "Are ya scared baby?"

“No...just keep…kissing…me!” you begged in pain.

He kept kissing you, pushing his body against yours while you shared this last kiss together. You were burning together in a never-ending moment of passion. Your mouths kept touching as you both moaned in pain and pleasure. Your bodies burned while you kissed and as you kept kissing, you lose touch with everything else, as the fire felt so good on you. You didn’t’ feel pain anymore, but only a sensation of pure pleasure even if the sun was destroying both your bodies. In the last moment, between life and death, he looked at you with a sweet smile: “Thank ya!”

Then he held you tight and gave you one last kiss, as your bodies turned into dust.

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I hope you enjoyed it and you didn't find the ending too tragic...idk why it came out like that...🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

#elvis presley #elvis the king #elvis fans #70s elvis #elvis history #this man will be the death of me #60s elvis #elvis smut #50s elvis #vampire elvis #vampire story #vampire #halloween story #elvis fanfic #elvis fanfiction

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ok first of all love your stuff second of all gary getting all flustered about freddie flintoff in 'it's just not what's done' is one of my favourite things in any fic and i would adore it if you wrote anything more involving gary getting flustered about the big handsome cricket man if you ever got the chance

I! LOVE! GARY GETTING FLUSTERED OVER BIG HANDOME CRICKET MAN FREDDIE FLINTOFF!!!! his poor gay nerves can't handle it........ can you IMAGINE if beautiful twink (~96-99) Gary had met him I think he would probably have died.

ANYWAY this lil drabble is set in the same fic universe as 'it's just not what's done' just bc I like writing openly gay but still hopeless with men Gary... and him and Carra still fighting the inevitable friendship that is coming for them...

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The first planning session each Monday is more of a ‘sit in a conference room eating breakfast and chatting about the weekend’s games’ than it is a serious broadcasting meeting. It’s an almost nice start to a long day of meetings and rehearsals and shooting.

When they call time the producers all scuttle off to go spin their idle chit-chat into an hour’s worth of television, and the ‘talent’ (or whatever Carragher’s classed as) have a couple of hours to kill before the next meeting.

Gary, of course, usually spends it working. He’s no idea what Carragher does, only that he leaves their dressing room blissfully undisturbed for the full two hours, which is all he really needs to know.

Except, today Carragher pauses on his way out and says “thought I might try out one of them classes they have at the gym, fancy joining?”

Gary looks around the (now empty) room for who he could possibly be talking to, because there’s no way it’s him. He scoffs. “Do I look like I go to the gym, Carragher?”

“You look like you should,” Carragher replies, and so now Gary has no choice but to go just to prove him wrong.

He changes into baggy shorts and a t-shirt that’s tighter than he remembers it being when he bought it, and follows Carragher into the fitness studio part of the on campus gym.

And immediately walks back out when he sees which of his other esteemed colleagues have decided to spend their Monday mornings doing fucking yoga, of all things.

“Carra!” he hears a cockney accent greet as he starts to speed walk away, “and was that Gary I saw with you a second ago – oi, Nev! D’you forget something, I think we’re meant to be starting soon.”

Gary reluctantly turns back around and pastes on a smile, tugging self-consciously at the hem of his shirt. “Alright, Jamie?” he says with a nod, then turns to look at the man beside him and manages to get out a single-syllable greeting of “Fred” without incident.

Carragher looks at him curiously, and he feels his stupid face heat up under the scrutiny.

“Just going to – just gonna head to my mat, then,” he says to a point on the wall behind Jamie and Freddie, and he hurries over to the furthest corner of the room possible.

Annoyingly, Carragher follows him.

“That was weird,” he says, voice hushed while the teacher walks up to the front and starts the introductions. “You’re weird, d’you know that?”

Gary tries to pay attention to what’s being said up front, but can’t help but frown and reply “dunno what you’re talkin’ about.”

Carragher leaves it, but a few minutes into the class the other Jamie and Freddie drag their mats closer and start up a continual stream of chatter that’s hard to ignore.

At one point, the teacher looks over to their corner and shushes them so harshly that Gary loses his concentration and stumbles a bit. He braces himself for a fall that doesn’t come, because there’s suddenly a warm hand on his elbow and – and, actually, maybe the fall would’ve been better. Less embarrassing, surely, than having to look up at Freddie fucking Flintoff and mumble a thanks, and then turning away just a fraction too quickly and stumbling again, this time right into the poor man’s bare chest, because of fucking course he has taken his fucking shirt off for a fucking yoga class, why the fuck wouldn’t he?

He's just about ready to melt into the floor in a puddle of shame when the teacher points at them and says “you four, out!”, and he and Carragher are ushered out of the room by a giggling Jamie and Freddie.

“Didn’t yous say in your autobiography, Neville, that you got kicked out of yoga in playing days?” Carragher asks blithely.

Freddie is still stood close enough to Gary that he can feel his body heat, so with effort he manages to quite admirably reply with a hum and a shrug.

“Christ, if I’d known yoga w’you two idiots was all it took to get ‘im to shut up I’d’ve done it a year ago,” teases Carragher

Jamie reaches an arm out to ruffle Gary’s hair. “Aw, poor Nev’s got a little crush on me, don’t he? Can’t ever keep his head on around all this perfection.”

If he hadn’t played for Liverpool, Gary would be tempted to call Jamie Redknapp a good friend. Carragher and Freddie both scoff and start teasing Jamie and his vanity, and Gary’s able to regain enough composure to take a step away from Freddie and join in.

“Not if you were the last man on earth, Redknapp,” he says, then internally cringes at how his voice comes out just a little too loud.

Freddie laughs, elbows Jamie in the side. “Think you’re the one wit’ crush, Jamie,” he says, glancing over to Gary and Carragher with a wink. “Every time we see ‘im it’s ‘ooh, Gary, tell me I’m pretty’, ‘Gary, look, my biceps are bigger’n Fred’s’ – which is bullshit, just by the way – ‘Gary, stop starin’ at Fred and come pay attention to me’.”

Carragher looks between Freddie and Jamie, then turns to Gary with a squint. Gary prays to whatever god might be listening for him not to open that big ugly Scouse mouth of his.

No such luck.

“The two a’yous do realise who you’re squabblin’ over, right? Gary Neville, Christ, ‘ave some self-respect. He’s not even the best lookin’ footballer in his own family.”

#redders is like. if someone has a crush on freddie and not me I WILL kill myself #but also. he sees Gary floundering and is like okay I know how to make this less awkward. im going to talk about how beautiful i am.#and it WORKS.#carraville #drabbles

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Like A Girl (Like A Man)

Shifty Powers x ofc

Chapter 19: A Native American in Paris

Summary: When he returns, he hands Zenie a postcard with a picture of the Eiffel Tower on it. “It’s not as good as having a picture taken in front of it, but, you know, I thought that it might be somethin’.” A/N: When I first started writing this fic, I always imagined D-Day as the beginning of a "Part Two" in the story. Regardless of what act we're in, this definitely feels like an intermission point for me. So I just wanted to take the time to say thank you for sticking with me this far, and I hope you'll hang around for the rest of the story <3 Warnings: mentions of war, drinking, implied sex Taglist: @latibvles @lady-cheeky @liebgotts-lovergirl @mrs-murder-daddy @lieutenant-speirs @ithinkabouttzu

France, 1944

Passes all around! It’s so much different from life back at Toccoa. It feels so long ago now that Zenie’s hands would clench into fists at her side when Captain Sobel would make up some excuse to revoke her pass. Maybe this is to make up for the fact that they got so few of these back in Georgia.

Paris is the keyword floating all around the barracks. All Zenie’s friends score passes to the City of Light. After the dreary days of sitting in mud in Holland, the prospect of exploring the city seems like a marvelous makeup for the eighty-something days stuck waiting. Zenie finds herself with a forty-eight hour pass to the famed city in her hands. The idea of someday getting the chance to brag to Marilyn that she visited the Eifel Tower makes her laugh. Then Shifty meets her eye from across the room and announces that he also has a pass to Paris – and on the same day as her. And suddenly the city that Zenie has hardly ever spared a thought for seems brighter and full of more possibilities than anything Marilyn used to describe while fawning over her books.

Especially because they still haven’t been alone.

Having friends is such a change of pace from Zenie’s life before running away. She loves them, and being with them. Lately, however, it seems like she can’t get a second away from them.

Mourmelon-le-Grand for R&R. Except the Rest in “Rest and Relaxation” has somehow turned into preparing for a football game that Zenie cannot seem to come up with a good enough excuse to not play in.

“Look,” she finally tells Babe one day in the barracks when he won’t stop pestering her about it. “I’m no good at football. My older brother played baseball, so that’s what I was taught. It’d be different if you wanted me to be a pitcher.” Or if we were playing any game that wouldn’t get me tackled, crushed, and exposed, she doesn’t add.

Babe swats his hand, pushing away her words. “Well lucky for you, you’ve got me to teach you. And I’m great at football, Tommy. I could have you ready for this game in a matter of days.”

“You tryin’ to get little Tommy a Purple Heart by getting’ all his bones crushed, ya mean?”

Everyone in the barracks jumps at the sound of a familiar voice – one whose absence has been heavily felt.

“Bill!”

The Italian spreads his arms as wide as his smile as he fully enters the room. He’s limping, but it doesn’t damper his smile. “What? Ya think you’d never see me again or somethin’?”

“Didn’t know how long ya were gonna baby that leg,” Babe quips, ducking when the taller man makes a move to affectionately ruffle his hair.

“Baby it? Yeah right. You know who you’re talkin’ to, Heffron? I made ‘em cut the cast off early so I could get back here and keep your ass in line!”

“Yeah, and God knows we needed that, because he keeps trying to get Tommy killed,” Joe says from his place on his bunk.

A cloud of seriousness crosses Bill’s face as he turns to her. “You really that bad at football?”

Well I should be, considering that I’ve never played, Zenie thinks. Instead, she nods. “The worst.”

“Someone could probably fix that. Not right now, though.” His smile returns as he glances over their group, a glint in his eye. “Any of you up for a little trip to Lulu’s?”

In the moment, there’s nothing particularly special about Lulu’s or the night that they spend there. (Besides, maybe, the fact that Bill missed the party with the Red Devils, and they feel the need to make up for all the fun he missed.) They drink too much and dance too fast and sing too loudly. On the way back to barracks, they cling to each other and laugh brightly as they haul each other home – a real team effort. With promising days of R&R ahead of them, they go to bed, already thinking of having this kind of fun night after night.

The place is a frenzy of excitement. The football game creeps ever closer and practices pick up with the mounting tensions. (Personally, Zenie’s not sure why anyone would worry when Joe Toye is playing for their team.) Passes are being taken into the cities, and each time a group of soldiers returns to brag about the fun he had, the harder Zenie’s heart pounds in her chest when she thinks about how she and Shifty both have passes to Paris.

“Two more days,” she notes as casually as she can in line for breakfast one day. “Never heard of half the places people are talking about.”

“Me neither. But a lot of the fellas seem to think it’s mighty fun there. Lots to do.”

Zenie hums in agreement. “Probably a lot of walking around the city.”

“Probably.”

“Lots of time to talk.”

As he scoops eggs onto his plate, Zenie catches him biting his lip. It doesn’t hide his smile. “Definitely.”

Lucky does not even begin to describe how Zenie feels when she learns that she and Shifty seem to be the only ones of their friends to have passes to Paris. After every chance that she might have had to speak with him has been thwarted, part of her is on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop, expecting something else to keep them apart.

They leave the barracks amiably enough. They make small talk as they board the train and make their way towards the city.

“This is my third time,” one of the soldiers in their train car brags as they ride. He quirks an eyebrow at them. “You ever been to Paris?”

“Never,” Zenie replies as Shifty shakes his head.

The soldier only nods. “Well, it doesn’t disappoint, I’ll tell you that much. You just have to know all the right places to look if you want to have a good time.”

“I think we’ll manage.”

And they do. Shifty has already seen the city while out on a different pass with Popeye. Once they get off the train, though, he only smiles at Zenie and lets her take the lead, making suggestions about the fastest way to get places as they go.

As they weave their way through the people and the streets, they talk. Not in the way that Zenie has been waiting for them to, but at least they’re talking. More than they have been lately, too, which is enough for her. It’s enough just to see him smile at her as he regales her with stories of what he and Popeye saw and did while using their passes, and she tells him about Marilyn’s travel books that her sister would stare at for hours at night. It’s enough for their fingers to brush when Shifty buys a piece of pain au chocolat, then breaks it down the middle and hands her half. It's enough to watch his eyes light up when she uses a gentle finger to wipe a smudge of chocolate off his upper lip. This is what she imagined when she pictured them having a secret relationship. This is what she’s been missing.

But, she has to remind herself, this is what Shifty was worried would get them caught. The memory of that night at the brothel makes her chest ache. He didn’t think this would be possible until after the war. And maybe he still doesn’t want it until then. She won’t know until they get to talk – really talk.

“It’s big, ain’t it?” Shifty asks when they stop in front of the Eiffel Tower.

The famed tower is impressive. With the elevators not operational, though, there isn’t much to do but stand under it and admire it from different angles. Zenie tries to soak it up in her mind so that she can remember it later.

“Here.” As if he can read her mind, Shifty steps away, heading towards an older woman with a cart. He counts out some money and hands it to her. She smiles as she hands him something. When he returns, he hands Zenie a postcard with a picture of the Eiffel Tower on it. “It’s not as good as having a picture taken in front of it, but, you know, I thought that it might be somethin’.”

“It’s perfect,” Zenie rushes to assure him. “Thank you, Shifty.”

The Virginian smiles, his cheeks tinged pink.

“You know,” he says. “If you’ve seen everything that you want to, I know somewhere that we can go. Away.”

As if to prove his point, a group of American soldiers walks behind them. Zenie and Shifty might have come here alone, without any of their other friends, but they’re not truly alone. Not yet.

Zenie pockets the postcard. “Lead the way.”

People bustle up and down the streets, laughing as they go. A few little kids point at her when they spot her, yelling in their excitement. It’s a bit like being back in Holland – well, the better part of being in Holland, when all the people had come out to welcome them with open arms. Zenie always makes sure to smile back, and salutes them just for the fun of it. It’s a nice distraction from the clammy feeling in her palms as she waits.

She spins around as the door of the hotel opens. Every time she’s hoped that it’s Shifty returning. This time, it really is him. He nods to her and flashes a key.

Up and up and up. The only sound on the stairwell is that of their boots echoing against the walls as they climb. Zenie glances at Shifty every now and then, feels him doing the same to her, but neither makes a move to speak. Maybe, like her, he’s trying to work out everything that he wants to say.

Peeling paint covers the door to their room. It’s at the end of the hallway, secluded, quiet. Zenie still glances over her shoulder as Shifty opens the door and ushers her inside.

This room is nothing like the one they talked in that night at the brothel. Whereas that room was dark and contained only a bed, this one is full of light and has not only a fluffy looking bed, but a vanity and a small doorway that leads to a bathroom. Something about the place makes it feel warm, and not just in temperature.

Closing the door behind her, Zenie stays in place even as Shifty walks further into the room. He glances back at her and, like that night at the brothel, gestures toward the bed.

“You wanna . . . ?”

The bed is just as fluffy as Zenie suspected it would be. It dips under their weight as they seat themselves. Also like that night, and against her better judgement, they sit close to each other. Really, what reason is there to not? Just like back in the foxholes of Holland, their knees bump into each other. They leave them there, pressing into each other.

This won’t be like last time, Zenie assures her heart as it pounds against her ribcage. Well, last time they had been holding hands when Shifty dropped the news –

No, he didn’t drop the news. He didn’t even get to finish what he wanted to say because Earl had started firing his gun and they had to leave the building. He was going to ask her to wait. And now . . . ?

She tries to find something to say, anything. They both start to speak at the same time. Words overlapping, they pause, each offering the other a small smile.

“Sorry,” Shifty says. “You first.”

Her first, with hardly a word at the ready. She says the first one that comes to mind, which is the only one she can properly associate with the whole situation that’s been playing out these past few months.

“I’m sorry. I wish we could start over.”

Slowly, Shifty nods. “Me, too. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He pauses, pushing a short sigh out through his nose. “When I was tryin’ to ask you to wait until after the war, I thought that I was protectin’ you. From this – “ He gestures around the room. “ – The sneaking around, and all that. But I didn’t consider, see, hurtin’ your feelings indirectly. I wanted to tell you, when I realized what had happened. But I could never seem to find you by yourself . . .”

Zenie cringes at the memory of dodging Shifty’s presence, of not meeting his eyes or looking directly at him until that night at the pub when Skinny asked him what he wanted to do after the war.

“That was my fault, and I’m sorry. I –“ She has to laugh, almost, at how stupid it seems now, to have been avoiding him. “ – I was trying to protect myself, and instead I ended up hurting you. And I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to.”

Silence falls over them. Then, like that night at the brothel, Shifty holds out his hand. There is no hesitation on Zenie’s part; of course she takes it, intwining their fingers together and relishing the feeling it sends down her spine.

“This is what we’ve been missing,” she realizes aloud.

Shifty nods. He lets out an unexpected laugh, shaking his head. “I can’t believe I was gonna put this off until the end of the war. Coulda been doin’ it the whole time.”

“But you were right to be worried. About being caught, I mean.”

“Maybe. After everythin’ we’ve been through, though, is it really worth the wait?”

This time, Zenie tries to take in the full meaning of his words instead of just assuming she knows what he means, or what’s about to happen.

“What do you mean?”

“The end of the war might be a long way off, you know,” Shifty says. “And, I don’t know. After all we’ve been through, I guess I’ve realized that nothin’ is for certain.” He pauses and meets her eye. He stares so deeply into her that it feels like he’s trying to read her mind. “I don’t mind it – the sneakin’ around, I mean – if you don’t. And the end of the war . . . Well, if you want, we can figure it out when we get there. Whenever that may be.”

Her heart lurches, ready to take the plunge with him.

“You want us to court?” She clarifies. Nothing will be left to chance or interpretation this time.

“Yes.”

Going with Shifty Powers. Of course she will, and she tells him as much. She only wishes she could tell her past self, all the way back in Toccoa, that this was coming; that version of Zenie would have never seen this coming.

Her hands shake. She wonders if he can feel them trembling against his. A laugh, a sigh of relief, and a jubilant cry all gather at the back of her throat. When she opens her mouth, she’s not sure which will come out.

“You know,” she says instead. “I think you’ve just made me the happiest girl in Paris.”

Shifty grins. “Zena, when we make it out of this war, I’ll make sure you’re the happiest girl in the whole world.”

The rest of the war, Zenie prays, will be kind to them.

With the forty-eight-hour pass, they don’t have to wait until the end of the war for Shifty to make her the happiest girl in the world. Alone in their hotel room, with nothing but a slant of moonlight that sneaks in through the crack in the curtains, they make up for all their lost time.

The next morning, they discover that the towels in the bathroom are just as fluffy as the bedding. The soft, white fabric leaves little trails of fuzz covering their bodies, and they giggle as they gently swat each other, trying to remove it.

Putting on her uniform after the night they have feels strange. For a day, she’s been Zenie again. Her performance has enjoyed an intermission. Now, as they wander the streets of Paris one last time before boarding the train that will take them back to Mourmelon-le-Grand, she’s stepping back into her role and heading into the second act as a changed woman.

Changed for the better, she hopes.

#band of brothers fanfic #shifty powers #shifty powers x ofc #shifty powers x original female character #band of brothers #band of brothers x ofc #oc zenie mcglamery #my writing #like a girl (like a man)

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fraegiles · 6 months

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❛ cards ? show ? wha' — ? ❜ agitation couldn't even fully cover the scope o' what he's feelin' right now. there's confusion, he reckons, and a bit o' fury there, 'ven though he doesn't want t' feel that, he doesn't. 'cause he knows what that looks like, and it ain't pretty, rage, even if many men said that tha's exactly what won the war against the dragons once. that robert baratheon was the most o' his house he could've become: he was strong, and mighty, and righteous. and when he brought down that war hammer t' the plate o' rhaegar targaryen's armour, the last livin' dragon that could've opposed him on the battlefield, there was fury in it strong enough, it quelled the power o' the dragon dynasty right there. rhaegar targaryen died, and in his death, a new kingdom was borne.

this is no place o' fairytale such as that. fury may works as tool t' bridge the bonds of fightin' men with stories like that, but people often forget that outside of it, all tha' rage, all tha' temper ... it just ruins. gendry doesn't want t' ruin this, 'ven if he barely has an idea, he hasn't, of what this is. people are callin' him m'lord and suddenly treatin' him with more respect than he deserves, but it's ridiculous, is what it is. they just wanted a tool, they did; another baratheon they're hopin' to fashion, to end, the dragon dynasty once more. it's sickening. ❛ wha' are y' talkin' about ? ❜ the frantic in his voice is true, as gendry comes forward, surges t' touch myrcella's shoulders in his panic. any other time, he would've minded his manners — this was a princess — though he's far too hasty t' consider properly. ❛ i've got no cards here, m'lady. i'm uneducated. i'm baseborn. surely they can't just name me legitimate like that, could they ? ❜ @forgaeven

he is sincere, she can feel it, can see it in the frantic tone of his voice, all words, hurling against one another as if there was never enough time, like watching a carriage wreck itself against another, unable to look away, the disaster hypnotizing. no matter, myrcella has no claim to any of it, born a woman, born of disputed parentage, there is no hope for anything, only her beauty some kind of lighthouse in the storm, she only hopes to find shelter far away, PEACE really. but gendry is powerful, no matter how much he denies it, running after his anonymity as if he could escape the wheel he was sure to be crushed under.

her steps are certain as she steps closer to him, green eyes looking around, trying to spot spies, ears on the wall. ❛ you're my brother, gendry, no matter what anyone say, your father was mine and my love was pledged to you the day we were born. ❜ she is made of love, wrecked by it, some call her beauty but those who knows her tragedy call her the goddess of broken hearts. they are not wrong.

❛ they will declare you lord paramount of stormlands, they will declare you heir of the baratheon family, they will do it because they need someone there they can trust and they will obtain your fealty by giving you those titles. ❜ she worries for him, all alone in this pit of snakes, unaware of the dangers that lie on his path, the traps they will lay for him. ❛ you're the only one that is left, gendry. i only wish to warn you, only wish to provide you with as much advice as i can. ❜

there is an URGENCY to her tone, she knows they will not have much time in privacy, a need to protect him as much as she can guiding him, a fondness for those baratheon looks he sports, reminding her of uncle renly, of father. ❛ but once you're legitimized, they can't take it away, you have to remember that gendry, remember that please. ❜ he must save his life, must make certain only a certain happiness awaits him : do not get caught in their webs she wants to plead.

#forgaeven #writings.#myrcella : divergent.#( i adore the both of them #he's like the brother she didnt have :') )

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hello today i offer an excerpt from my fic like you were never gone, where sapnap & charlie hang out as sapnap tries to make sense of the chaos he's been thrown into

Spending time with his fiancé's new partners is… an interesting experience. He already knew Wilbur, but he's learning how different the man is now. Weirdly, after their conversation in Las Nevadas, he’s given Sapnap hope for Dream. Granted, being dead and being in prison aren’t exactly comparable, but he wants to believe that time away from the people he wronged will let Dream realize just how bad things had gotten and that he needs to make amends.

If Wilbur can go from the cunning ex-president that blew up his own nation to the person Sapnap sees now— warm, open, free with his affection— maybe there really is a chance he could get his best friend back.

He actually likes hanging out with Wilbur, to his surprise. Even though he’s not sure they’ll ever be more than that, Sapnap can almost see them becoming friends. It’s not hard to understand why Quackity fell for him. He’s funny, and kind, and pretty in a frustrating way.

Charlie on the other hand? He has no idea how to interact with.

The slime is just… unsettling, he thinks is the right word. Every time he thinks he's found his footing Charlie bowls him over again.

Quackity loves it, so Sapnap is trying. He really is.

This afternoon it’s Charlie’s turn to stay in the library, and because Sapnap is a good fiancé he’s on his way in to hang out. Also because his turn is afterwards. But mostly because he’s a good fiancé.

“Sapnap! What's goopin'?" Charlie greets. He’s sprawled out on the floor, looking significantly less solid than normal.

“Uh,” Sapnap says, trying not to stare. Is it doing that on purpose? Can he control his goo? “Not much? I just figured I'd keep you company.”

“Cool!”

It's quiet after that. Sapnap grabs a book at random off one of the shelves, intending to read it, but as he looks at the cover he realizes it’s written in Ender. Fuck.

He looks around for something else to do, but they’re in a library. Books are kinda all there is in here. Well. Books and Charlie, but Sapnap just doesn’t know how to talk to him. He loves Quackity, so he wants to make the effort to befriend Charlie. He just doesn’t know how.

"You don't, uh. Talk much, do you?"

He sits up, goop slowly coalescing back into his body. "I like to listen and watch more than talk."

"You were talkin' Q's ear off, earlier."

It shrugs. "Quackity's different. He listens."

"Do people… not listen to you?"

He shrugs again. "Not really! I think mostly people hear what they wanna hear from me, and not what I'm saying."

"Doesn't that bother you?"

"It's not so bad," it says. "Quackity and Wilbur pay attention when I talk."

"Yeah, he's— he's good like that." He pauses and thinks for a second. "Wilbur, too."

"I like being with them."

Okay, now he can finally ask. "Are you guys… dating?"

"What's dating?"

"Well. I mean, technically dating is… when you schedule times to hang out with each other, romantically, but I guess it's also kinda shorthand for just being in a relationship with someone. Romantically."

The slime nods thoughtfully. "Then yes!"

"And that's… You know how to do that?"

"I'm older than recorded history, Sapnap from Kinoko Kingdom," Charlie says, suddenly grave. "I've seen countries like yours rise and fall countless times. Everything and everyone turns to dust eventually."

What the fuck. "That's not really an answer."

"My point is, people like to think I'm stupid, and I let them! I've spent the past few thousand years in a hole in the ground, but I know people. Before you even had words to describe it, I knew what love was."

"But you didn't know what dating was?"

Charlie waves a hand. "Having language for something and understanding concepts are two different things. I don't think words are very helpful. I prefer feelings."

Sapnap nods slowly. "Okay, then, do you know what marriage is?"

"A promise to be with each other forever, right?"

"Well, that's what I made to Quackity. Me and Karl, we asked him to marry us." He's not sure why he's doing this. Probably the possessive streak acting up, wanting to make sure Charlie knows that he belongs with Quackity just as much as it does.

"I know," he says, tipping his head to the side. "I've heard about you two."

Charlie holds out a fist, and when it opens its hand, Quackity's engagement rings sit in its palm.

"Why do you have those?"

"Quackity took them off, awhile ago. I thought you might want them now."

The rings glint in the low light. "You know what they are?"

He nods. "A symbol of that promise. They're nice, but kinda pointless."

Pointless? "What—"

"It's silly for humans to make promises they can't keep," Charlie says, looking Sapnap in the eye. "I like that you keep doing it anyway, though."

Sapnap's hands twitch at his sides. It doesn't go unnoticed, because Charlie holds his hand out.

"Take them."

He does, gingerly, and stares at them.

"Quackity likes to pretend he doesn't need people." It curls Sapnap's fingers over the rings, more gently than he would've expected. "But life would be a lot more sad if we lived it alone, don't you think?"

"Is… Is that why you're with him?"

"Maybe. He was very alone, when he found me." Part of Sapnap wants to protest, but he knows it's true. "He was sad. I changed that. I told him I would make sure he never turned to dust," Charlie continues. He laughs quietly. "I guess I made one of those promises too, huh?"

He reaches out tentatively, rests his free hand on Charlie's arm. "That's being human. You promise somebody the sun, moon, and stars because offering impossible things is the closest you can come to showing your love."

Charlie looks down at where Sapnap is touching it. Slime creeps over the edges of his hand.

"I like that."

#dsmp #las nevadas polycule #c!slimecicle #c!sapnap #there is no duo name for this i dont even know if the cc's have ever spoken #still i soldier on with my silly little au.

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The Misguided Anger Of Oliver Anthony & The Working Class

Pioneering folk singer-songwriters The Almanacs, which included influential folk musician Pete Seeger, penned the protest song “Talkin’ Union” in 1941. The song is about forming a labor union, including the positives and the roadblocks that would get in the way, but it mainly is about how necessary they are. That song was written in the 1940s, but the need for unions has extended to the present day. Protest music itself is an idea that’s just as American as baseball, apple pie, and McDonald’s. A lot of these songs, as well as the ideas that these songs express, are timeless. Labor unions, for example, are just as important now as they were almost a century ago. An artist being able to express their thoughts through song is a right that’s guaranteed by the First Amendment, but that free speech works both ways. Just as an artist can release a song that has one point, they can release songs that has the opposite.

This year has seen the rise of two songs, almost back to back, that the (mainly) right side of the political spectrum are championing, more specifically Jason Aldean’s “Try That In A Small Town” and Oliver Anthony’s “Rich Men North Of Richmond.” The former song has already faded from most people’s minds, as most folks who defended the song forgot about it a couple of weeks later, and moved onto Oliver Anthony’s “Rich Men North Of Richmond.” There is something to be said for an independent artist that was a nobody a week ago suddenly blow up and have millions of plays on streaming services out of nowhere, but that’s a good topic for another piece. This piece, however, is about the complicated subject matter of the song.

At first glance, “Rich Men” is a song that aims to unite the working class against politicians and corporations that don’t pay them fairly. Lines like “I’ve been selling my soul, workin’ all day / Overtime hours for bullshit pay / So I can sit out here and waste my life away / Drag back home and drown my troubles away” make a lot of people think that. The chorus, while still having that idea, is a little less interesting, because all Anthony says is that rich men north of Richmond are bad and they want to control you. So far you’d think the song is ultimately about the blue collar worker struggling to get by, but the song takes a dramatic turn in the second and third verses that made me understand why conservatives specifically love this song.

Thanks to many Republican politicians using rhetoric that purposely divides people, there always needs to be a hypothetical “they” to blame for their problems. Well, who does Oliver Anthony blame for his? You’d think that he would blame the corporations, the politicians, or the capitalist system that they all benefit from, but instead he blames “the obese milkin’ welfare.” With lines like “Well, if you’re 5’3” and you’re 300 pounds / Taxes ought not to pay for your bags of fudge rounds,” the issues with the song start to present themselves. Anthony’s idea of blaming obese people on welfare for his woes is very odd, but it’s also very misguided. What Anthony and people that love the song don’t seem to realize that you don’t need to punch down on others to make a point. Bruce Springsteen, John Mellancamp, Tom Petty, Woody Guthrie, and Pete Seeger didn’t punch down on people to make their points about wanting to be paid equally, or their everyday struggles as blue collar Americans.

Seeing these types of songs, especially “Rich Men North Of Richmond,” getting popular, makes me wonder where other songs and artists like this are. A few of the popular heartland-rock artists of the 1970s / 1980s are still making music and regularly touring, but there aren’t modern artists in this vein that are a household name. I’ve been thinking about all of this for the last week, especially with the song debuting at number one on the Billboard 100. Personally, I have mixed feelings on the song itself, because as much as it attempts to make a great point in the first half, it’s the rest of it that leaves a very sour taste in my mouth. The song itself, looking past the controversy, is mediocre, and it sounds as amateurish as you can get. It’s still cool seeing the power that people can have on the music industry and seeing a completely independent artist rise to the top, especially about the average blue collar worker’s experience, but why him, though?

Springsteen, Petty, and Mellancamp were so popular in their time for being vivid and grounded storytellers, whether talking about themselves or characters in their music that accurately represented the average American. While Anthony’s “Rich Men” sort of does that, it just feels like he’s angry about how the way things are, and doesn’t know how to properly articulate it. This song relies more heavily on emotion, versus what he actually has to say, and maybe that’s why people are resonating with it, but there are other artists out there (especially in Appalachia) that speak more to the average American’s experience and do so in a way that doesn’t blame anyone or paint anyone else as an enemy.

A great example of an artist that should be held in the same regard as Oliver Anthony is Adeem The Artist, a country / folk singer-songwriter from North Carolina that speaks openly about their expediences as a queer and non-binary person in the South. Their last LP, 2022’s White Trash Revelry, is a record that has a lot of themes and ideas that speaks to the average (Appalachian) American’s experience, such as racism and white supremacy, the opioid epidemic, toxic masculinity, and poverty. When I listened to “Rich Men North Of Richmond,” I immediately thought about the song “Books & Records” by Adeem The Artist. That song is a much more compelling look the blue collar worker’s struggle, because it’s a very grounded song that has Adeem (or an unnamed character) having to sell their books and records just to be able to eat.

That’s a sad reality for many everyday people; they don’t want to sell their prized possessions, but surviving is much more important, so they do what they need to do. There is a warm sense of optimism at the end, however, saying that they’ll buy them back someday, which is something that “Rich Men” unfortunately lacks. Instead of providing an answer to Anthony’s grievances about being paid unfairly, and what he can do to remedy that, he points a finger at groups of people that he feels that are to blame. He ultimately shrugs and says that’s the way it is without really offering any solution, or pondering why he’s in that position. Books & Records” doesn’t punch anyone down, or blame anyone, it’s just an honest look at being poor and having to sell your books and records so you can eat.

I don’t think that “Rich Men North Of Richmond” is going to stick around in the weeks to come. A lot of the people that love the song are going to move on, just as they did with “Try That In A Small Town.” If they truly resonate with the message of being paid unfairly, and being angry with politicians, they’d protest, form labor unions, or much more simply, vote for politicians that are not going to let these corporations commit unethical and unfair business practices. The sad reality is that the same people that love this song are still going to vote for the politicians that the reasons for why they’re facing these hardships. They don’t realize that those politicians don’t care about them, and only care about their self-interests. The most powerful weapon that we have in this country is our vote, and the only way to at least attempt to upend the capitalist system that benefits the corporation and disenfranchises the average worker is to vote for the politicians that will repeal or enact laws to limit the power of these corporations.

Until that happens, more songs like “Rich Men North Of Richmond” are sure to get popular for a week or two, only for people to forget about them (and what they say), just to move onto the next guy that says the same thing in a slightly different way. The cycle is going to repeat over and over again, and that’s the way a lot of politicians want it to be. They don’t want anything to change, and they have both trained people to live with the way things are, and divided people in a way that blames their fellow Americans, instead of everyone uniting together to take them down. There are many hypothetical “theys” that politicians want to paint as the enemy for people to point their fingers at, and “Rich Men North Of Richmond” buys into that propaganda, but the real enemies are the politicians themselves and that’s who we really need to go after.

I wrote this piece last week, right as the song was starting to get traction, and I wanted to add onto it at the very end, because Anthony has come out in the days since to talk about his thoughts as the song has gotten bigger. He has come out and said he thinks it’s funny that Republicans have co-opted the song, and that it was played at the GOP debate, only because he wrote that song about people like that. He also said that he celebrates diversity, and people need to unite together instead of be torn apart. Those sentiments are fine and dandy, but those welfare lyrics still don’t sit well, nor give me the impression he loves diversity, and the fact that he hasn’t quite denounced his Republican fanbase is telling. You can say you’re an “independent” all you want, but most people that say that, they lean towards the right. It’ll be interesting to see where the song lands on the Billboard 100 this week, considering the hype has pretty much disappeared, as to be expected, but we’ll see.

#oliver anthony #rich men north of richmond #acoustic #folk music #country #appalachia #indie country #bruce springsteen #tom petty #john mellencamp #pete seeger #woody guthrie #adeem the artist #white trash revelry

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blowflyfag · 10 months

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Florida Night

Midnight Rockers X Male Reader

THIS FIC IS 18+ HUGEEEE TW FOR DRUG USE. That’s like. the main thing in this fic. There is a mention of cocaine and use of poppers.

Masterlist AO3

Summer 1989

This really wasn’t your scene…

You never really were one for wild parties like this. Sure, you’d passed a bong around and maybe tried shrooms once but this… this was a whole new level. You stood in the corner as you watched a white substance get snorted away on the table. Your red cup crinkled a bit under your grip. There was a feeling in your gut… a feeling that maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe it would be better to just go home. However, a hand on your shoulder caused you to jolt back to the presence.

“Hey? You good man?” A blond asked you with concern etched on his face. Shawn was his name right...? Shawn or maybe... No no it was Shawn.

“Yeah! I just… Uh yknow never been.” You cleared your throat. “Around this kinda stuff before.” You looked over to Shawn with a Sheepish smile on your face and he gasped.

“Oh shit! Here! Cmon!” he said as he took your arm to lead you away. “So sorry about that man. I didn’t think they’d…” he shrugged his shoulders. “Usually they’d do it somewhere else.” “Oh I’m not upset! I’ve just." You paused. "Never seen that before.” You admitted and Shawn let out a small chuckle.

“You keep hanging around us and you’re gonna see that waaaay more.” he snickered before looking around. “There he is. Marty!” Shawn shouted over the music; you saw the leather jacket before you could make out Jannetty.

He turned to look at the two of you and his eyes lit up. Almost like he knew already. He quickly looked to the steps and Shawn looked back down to you. “Do you wanna go upstairs?” He offered and you nodded.

“Yeah, that would be nice.” Shawn nodded and looked back to Marty, giving him a quick thumbs up. It didn’t take long for the three of you to meet at the top and look for a room to disappear into. Whoever’s bedroom this was was just gonna have to suck it up for the time being. Besides it didn't seem like anyone would be needing it for sleep soon. You let out a small sigh once the door closed and locked. Moving towards the bed to sit down. “Sorry...” you said quickly, and Marty quirked a brow.

“The hell you sorry for?” He asked as he went to sit down next to you.

“Freaking out...? I don’t know I just. I’m sorry I suck to hang out with.” You furrowed your brows however you were brought out of the self-deprecating haze by a hand on your shoulder jostling you around.

“Hey! Don’t you start talkin like that ya hear me? Here… I might have a little something that’ll help you relax” Marty shot you a smile and you furrowed your brows.

“I don’t wanna smoke right now…”

“You don’t smoke it!” Marty said with a wide smile. “You just take a niceeee deep breath through your nose and then you’re a little buzzed.”

You thought it over. Furrowing your brows before nodding. “Ok. I’ll bite.” You said with a nod and Shawn seemed to beam a bit.

“Oh you’re gonna love these!” His eyes bright as he shook his fists with excitement. You couldn’t help but giggle. Shawn could be such a dork sometimes, but it endeared you.

Marty pulled out a small container from his pocket and smiled. You could hear liquid sloshing inside. “It’s easy. I’ll show you how.” Marty said as he went to unscrew the cap.

Your mind was spinning, holy fucking shit poppers were sick. You felt the rush to your head as you handed the small container back to Marty as you laughed and fell back onto the bed. “Holy… moly Marty…” you slurred.

Shawn let out a small snicker. “They’re awesome right?” He asked as he looked down to you. You nodded quickly reaching up to pull Shawn down on top of you with a laugh. Shawn himself gasped at suddenly being pulled down but he let out a small giggle of his own as he looked down. “Affectionate are we?” He teased and you cooed, reaching up to cup his cheeks.

“Shawn you’re so fucking pretty.” you smiled before sitting back up and looking at Marty, he had a grin on his face as he held the container towards you again. You looked to it, then to Shawn, who took the container first to take a hit from it before handing it to you.

You were your third round in before you felt a heat in your gut. Maybe it was your lack of inhibitions in the moment that had you speaking up. “Fucking Christ do they make you guys horny too?” You asked before looking over to Marty who was inhaling from the container. He did a double take almost before laughing.

“Sometimes.” Marty admitted with a shrug before Shawn was laying against your shoulder.

“They make me horny most of the time Marty’s just trying to act cool.” You snickered pressing your forehead against Shawn’s. The two of you shared in giggles for a moment before you found yourself leaning closer. God Shawn was pretty. You didn’t even realize you had been kissing him before you pulled away and let out a nervous laugh.

“Sorry.” You said quickly and Shawn shook his head.

“What’re you apologizing for?” You stared at Shawn for a moment before giggling again. Leaning close to press your forehead against his.

“Shawn…” you began as your hand went to travel up his arm to his shoulder. Giving it a small squeeze before leaning close to him. “You wanna fuck me?” You whispered, looking to the side to catch the red hue that rose to his cheeks.

“Am I chopped liver or something?” A voice spoke from behind you that brought you out of your haze. Turning around and letting out a small giggle as you reached for Marty. Giggling as you felt him grab your hand. You gave it a small squeeze and you hummed softly. Rubbing your thumb over his knuckles before feeling the bed dip a bit as Marty leaned closer to press a soft kiss against your jaw. You let out a giggle before you felt another kiss from Shawn pressed on your cheek. It was nice to be pressed against the two, hands going to pull your top off, gentle touches that felt more enhanced. Soon enough you found yourself laying on the bed. Shawn’s back was pressed against the wooden bed frame and Marty was behind you. You looked back, watching as Marty fumbled with the wrapper of a condom before you felt a gentle touch on your cheek, your eyes moved back to Shawn, and he met you with a smile.

You let out a small giggle before leaning forward to take the tip in your mouth. Starting slow, you didn’t want to rush into this… you wanted to savor this moment. Your eyes widened as you felt fingers enter you. It felt… different. Your eyes fluttered hearing Marty let out a small. “Christ.” From behind you.

The Florida heat did nothing to help with the heat coiling inside of you. Blinking up at Shawn you blinked slowly as you gently grazed your teeth over his shaft. As he shuddered and gripped your hair you couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride before moaning against his cock at the feeling of Marty prodding at your entrance a few times before finally sliding in. It felt... different. Sure, you had done anal before but it just… felt better. Your hands quickly went to grip at Shawn’s thighs as you continued to Bob your head, you could care less about the spit, the mess. All that mattered was feeling good. Shawn was groaning as you kept sucking him off. Gently toying with your hair as he looked down to you. “You doing good man?” He asked with a fond smile as he pushed hair out of your face. You met his gaze, your eyes half lidded. Your face red and eyes wet. You pulled your hand away from his thigh slowly making sure to take your time before you raised your hand with a thumbs up.

Shawn nodded with a warm smile. “Alright! Good to know!” He said with a small laugh before patting your head gently.

You were brought out of your Shawn haze as you felt Marty’s hand wrapped around your hips. Pulling you closer as he kept thrusting into you. “You good here too?” He asked with a huff and you pulled yourself off of Shawn, your hand quickly going to wrap around his length instead and frantically jerk him off.

“Yes I’m fine! Don’t fucking stop!” You huffed and Marty’s eyes widened. However, his grin grew and he nodded.

“Alrighty cowboy!” He said with a chuckle as he gave your ass a pat, pulling back and continuing his steady thrusts. You let out a low groan before returning to take Shawn in your mouth. Running your tongue over the head for a moment as your hand kept pumping before removing it to take the length down your throat. Shawn’s hips bucked foreword slightly as he let out a shaky groan.

Marty gave your hip a squeeze. “See he’s doing great. I’m surprised you’re holding up so well.”

“Stop teasing him Cmon.” Shawn spoke up and Marty rolled his eyes.

“Lighten up Shawnie… c'mon.” Marty leaned a bit over your back to pull Shawn’s head close to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

Your back arched with the change of position, letting out a strangled moan that had Marty pulling back quickly. “Sorry sorry! My bad.” He said with a small chuckle. Hand rubbing a small circle on your hip. “You’re still ok?” Marty asked and you raised your one hand to give a shaky thumbs up. Shawn’s breath was becoming shallow above you. His hands twitching before they buried themselves in your hair, pulling you closer till your nose pressed against his pelvis and you gaged against his length. He pulled you off, his hips jutting forward as he came on your face. Once he let go of your hair your head fell to the sheets as you let out a shaky whine. Marty leaned close, pressing his chest against your back as he reached over to Jack you off. Your eyes rolled back, crying out as you finally reached your limit and came against the sheets. Your body shaking as you collapsed onto the bed. It didn’t take long before Marty’s arms wrapped around your chest, he let out his own groan as he came. It took a moment before he finally pulled out and you moved to lay on your back as you panted.

You were practically sprawled out on the bed like a starfish, Shawn was sat near your shoulder gently petting your hair. “You killed it man.” He said with a small chuckle. Marty was laid with his head on your stomach.

“Damn right you did. I didn’t think you’d be a party animal like that.” He joked with a laugh, his hand patting your chest. You couldn’t help but let out a small snicker as well, finally easing yourself up to sit with a bit of help from Shawn pushing your back and Marty moving to sit up, taking your hands to help hoist you up.

“Got a splitting headache though.” You admitted, leaning against Shawn’s shoulder as your hands stayed locked with Marty’s. You enjoyed the peace for a moment before huffing. “We should probably get out of here though…”

Marty nodded in agreement. “Yeah… party's pretty dead here now.” He said as he listened for any music but found none. You let go of his hands so he could slip his pants on. You looked to Shawn who shot a warm smile your way before he scooted to the side as well to gather your own clothes. Like a well-oiled machine you were helped getting dressed, hair fixed and finally you were hoisted on Marty’s back. Who seemed more than happy to carry you around.

“Think an after party is going on somewhere?” He joked as he descended the carpeted steps with Shawn close behind.

“You’re seriously thinking about an after party? You’re nuts Jannetty…” you said as you bumped your head against his. “I just wanna go back to the motel…”

“I hear ya I hear ya.. we’ll get back there don’t you worry.” Marty cooed as the three of you made it outside to the chirping of cicadas and croaks of late-night frogs. Humid night air and that familiar after party buzz. You found yourself resting your head on Jannetty’s shoulder. Being lulled to sleep by the faint remaining scent of cologne and sex.

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Love over Law chapter 6

Series tw: animal death, violence, trauma, parental neglect

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Chapter 1 • Chapter 5

"Hey! Nightpaw, over here!"

The call came from a ginger-and-black she-cat, about his age, who sat with the other apprentices in front of their den. The young tom padded over to join them, curious, but he already had a pretty good idea of what they were talking about.

The same she-cat asked, "Did you know we get to go to the next gathering?"

Yep, that's what I thought.

"Yes, Emberpaw. I was there when our mentors told us, remember?"

"Whatever. Listen, I was wondering…"

Emberpaw and the others shared knowing looks, giggling in a way that made Nightpaw's ears twitch with annoyance.

She-cats, he thought, flicking his tail.

"Go on," he sighed.

Emberpaw batted her golden-yellow eyes at him. "Well, you are going to sit by me, right?"

"Why are you asking?" he inquired, though he already knew.

"Because, Nightpaw, I wanted you to sit by me. Is it that hard to understand?"

"That doesn't answer the question, mouse-brain. Why does it matter to you where I sit? You'll have plenty of company," he meowed, motioning to the other two young she-cats.

Emberpaw pranced up to him, sweeping her tail through the air.

"But Nightpaw," she smirked, "those are just my friends."

Nightpaw inwardly shuddered as he asked gruffly, "Then what am I supposed to be?"

Emberpaw's only response was to stand much too close beside him and nuzzle her head against his shoulder. The young tom sidestepped away from her, growing quite uncomfortable.

She gave a coquettish toss of her head and pretended not to notice as she went on to say, "And I'd better not see you talking to anyone from outside our clan, got it? I can't have you making any pretty 'friends' while we're there, now can I?"

"I'll talk to whatever cats I wanna talk to, Emberpaw," he grunted, deciding it would be best to go ahead and nip whatever this was in the bud. "You can't claim me. Back off."

Emberpaw just smiled.

"Ooh, playing hard to get, I see." She stepped closer until her muzzle was almost touching his ear.

"But seriously," she whispered, dropping the flirtatious tone for something that sounded rather threatening. "I'd better not catch you mingling with any of those other she-cats, or else."

Nightpaw's eyes narrowed in exasperation as he pushed her away with his shoulder. "I know the rules," he hissed.

"Good," she purred.

Nightpaw silently extended his claws, wishing he had an easy way to get out of this. Emberpaw had a tendency to be very... persistent.

What's she so worked up about? Does she seriously think I would betray my clan? Where did that come from? I guess she's just that insecure. I mean, she has a right to worry if her concern is that I don't want anything to do with her. How do I shake her off?

Fortunately for him, another apprentice, a rambunctious black-and-brown tabby, suddenly barged in on the conversation.

"Hey guys! Whatcha talkin' about?" he asked, giving Nightpaw a wink as Emberpaw, startled, jerked away.

"Noticed you could use a rescue," said the newcomer under his breath.

"Thank you," whispered the blue-gray tom.

"Anytime. We guys gotta stick together, eh?" came the hushed response. Then in a louder, jovial tone he said, "So, ladies, let me guess. We were discussing the gathering we'll all be attending next full moon?"

A golden-furred young she-cat replied, "Of course we were, Thornpaw. What else is there to talk about?"

"Oh, I don't know, Honeypaw. Maybe we could talk about those gorgeous amber eyes?"

"Ha!" she scoffed. "If you think I'm taken by your charm, Thornpaw, you're sorely mistaken."

"Aw, shucks," he replied, chipper as ever, with a glint in his green eyes. "Well, ya can't blame a guy for tryin'. Now, where were we? About the gathering?"

The third female apprentice, Sparrowpaw, leaned forward, voicing her thoughts now that her brother's interruption had given her a chance to speak.

"Well, cats from all four clans will be there. Quite exciting, isn't it? We can meet other apprentices, make some new friends. Except Nightpaw, apparently…"

Emberpaw shot her a dirty look.

"Anywho, we'll also get to see all the leaders. Redstar will be there, obviously, and Sharpstar, and Duskstar, and Ripplestar. Wow, this is going to be so cool! I can't wait!"

"I know, right?"

"We'd all better behave for the next moon, so Redstar won't change his mind and tell us we have to stay home again."

"Ugh, no. That would be terrible."

The apprentices' voices were overlapping excitedly, but Nightpaw kept his thoughts to himself.

I'll just be glad to get a break from you guys and meet some cats I might actually get along with.

He decided to go out on a solo hunt, to let off some steam.

"Uh, bye guys. I'm gonna go hunting. I'll be back before dinner."

Nightpaw slipped away into the woods without giving Emberpaw a chance to protest, feeling the cool air and the hushed sounds of the forest refreshing him already. Hanging around the other apprentices- some of them anyway- was exhausting. But out there, it was quiet and peaceful; perfect, in his opinion.

The young tabby lifted his muzzle, taking in the scents of life around him. He caught onto the trail of something small, familiar, with warm blood coursing through its veins.

Mouse!

He followed the scent, creeping forward ever so slowly, claws sheathed to silence his steps. It was coming from quite a ways away, and he had to track it carefully so he wouldn't lose it.

As he finally reached the source, he crouched and prepared to spring. Nightpaw knew he had to be quick, or his prey would get away.

Sliding out his foreclaws, he leapt toward the quiet, muffled squeaking of his quarry, landing perfectly and sinking his fangs into the mouse's tiny neck so as to kill it swiftly and mercifully.

Unlike most cats, Nightpaw didn't make a habit of playing with his food. It was something about him that his parents and mentor found peculiar. The thing was, in a way, he could sense the pain and terror of the hunted creatures. He had no desire to make them suffer more than necessary; what point was there in tiring a creature too small to harm him?

Nightpaw stretched his legs, his limbs feeling tight after all that stalking. Scooping up his fresh-kill, he headed back toward camp.

Upon his return, he again heard a voice shouting his name, but this time he was much happier to see who it was.

The blue-gray tabby turned his head to see Thornpaw beckoning him from beside the apprentice den. He glanced about, wondering where all the others were. Thornpaw, noticing this, called out again.

"Don't worry; the girls are out bothering the queens," he laughed.

Nightpaw sighed in relief and padded over to join him after dropping his mouse on the fresh-kill pile.

"Thank goodness," he grumbled.

"They can be pretty annoying, can't they?"

Nightpaw rolled his eyes.

"You have no idea."

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Chapter 7

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