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witch-and-her-witcher · 4 months

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Intermediate

feysand | E | Corporate Mod AU

3.7k, part 2 (the shameless smut), tysm @popjunkie42 for reading this over and joking about excel with me 😘💖 (also, for giving me some killer lines to add in hehehe)

Warnings: technically dub con, but in a canon typical way

part 1

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Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

As if Feyre was going to accomplish anything during the remainder of the day with the threat of the Teams messages from her boss hanging over her head.

It was finally happening, the reckoning Lucien kept warning her of for falling for yet another ungodly handsome, wealthy businessman.

‘You never learn’ she can already hear him saying with a shake of the head and a tap on the sticky bar top with shot glasses. It’ll be the first in a long line of tequila shots they’ll pound back to commiserate yet another solid job lost for both of them because of Feyre’s wandering eyes and insatiable pussy.

It’s kind of Lucien’s fault for always sticking his neck out for her to get her jobs. Especially jobs with such irresistible bosses.

Maybe she’ll start crying and tell Rhys exactly that when he tries to fire her. Throw Lucien right in the line of fire …

God, no, she owes him after the mess at their last job. And besides, as much shit as he gives her, she could never actually betray the prick.

But fuck, Feyre really thought she had it under wraps this time.

Well.

She hasn’t watched any of the Excel videos Rhys has sent her. Hasn’t done any of her work assignments on her own, sweet talking quiet Azriel from down the hall into doing it for her. There’d also been the whole ‘arm wrestling in the breakroom' incident between her and Cassian that had left a mess of shattered glass, blood from the cuts running down his arms and HR paperwork.

But it had all seemed charming at the time.

The company doesn’t really need another administrative assistant, they need a breath of spontaneity and creative spirit to spark their own wills to live.

Right?

Feyre worries at her bottom lip, stopping to readjust the lay of her golden-brown waves over her shoulder. Even if it would fall apart under a brisk wind, the dusty blue cheap suit jacket nips in just right at the waist, accentuating her tits — which look fantastic with the push-up bras she’s taken to wearing daily. Just in case.

Before knocking on Rhys’s office door, she debates one last time if she should pull her skirt up to show off her long, lean legs, or down to maintain some appearance of professionalism.

She tugs the material another inch up.

If you’ve got it, flaunt it, right?

She knocks on the door apprehensively.

And because she apparently has absolutely no sense of self preservation, she bumps into the office with her hip without waiting for a response.

Rhysand Night looks up from where he’s adjusting himself back into his pants.

Feyre’s jaw drops. Her face heats a thousand degrees hotter and she sputters an apology, trying to cover her eyes and managing to nearly drop the laptop she forgot was tucked under her arm in the process. She scrambles to keep a hold on it, grappling at the rectangular edges and eyes wide and drinking in the last sight of the monster laying between Rhysand Night’s legs.

No wonder her swaggers around like he’s packing heat.

There’s no remorse as Rhys runs his fingers through his mussed hair, nearly violet-blue eyes hazy and lips parted.

“Shit.”

Feyre gulps. “Yeah. Shit.” She backs towards the door, struggling not to drop the laptop again — really, why are they so awkwardly shaped and unbalanced? And why are her hands suddenly so clammy?

Why is she always so sweaty around this man?

“Where are you going?” Rhys’s voice is dark, husky, even lower than when he’d last spoken right by her ear like a rumbling lion “My, my, what are we going to do about that, darling?”

The number of times Feyre has gotten off to that single sentence is shameful. Perverted. Unhinged.

She needs to be locked up if this man is going to keep looking at her under his thick lashes, full lips forming around that sinful voice’s words … and flash his cock. Shit. It was only the tip she’d spied, but they way his hand had been gripping so much really told the story of girth and length —

“Feyre? Are you paying attention?”

Feyre clears her throat. “What?”

In a wholly uncalled for, ridiculously sexy manner, Rhys doesn’t bother to latch his belt closed. As if she’s already seen the goods, why bother looking professional. He leans against the back of his swivel chair and motions to the desk.

“I asked you to plug in your laptop. I want you to show me what you’ve learned.”

Learned? What, like, the impressive size of his cock? Or the fact that at any point in time during her short tenure under Rhysand Night’s employment she could have walked in on him with his dick out?

Is everyone masturbating freely around the place?

Did Feyre miss out on some kind of employee incentive program with her welcome packet, ‘Whacking It Wednesday’?

She feels like she’s losing her grip on reality.

“I didn’t take a picture or anything, I swear. I should have waited for you to answer before barging in —”

“What are you talking about?”

“What am I — what do you mean ‘what am I talking about’?!”

He uses his chiseled jaw this time to point her towards his desk. “You’re fine. I was just trying to clear my head before you arrived, it’s not a concern. But I do want to see what you’ve learned of Excel.”

Feyre feels compelled by those dark features, that come-hither scent of his expensive cologne. Against her better judgment, she steps closer to the walking sex god.

“Clearing your head?” she repeats, brow furrowed.

Rhys smirks. “All of the leading business people do it. There’s a Ted talk actually —”

“About people jacking off in their offices?”

His face falls at her words, the critical tone in her voice. Sternly, he asks, “Miss Archeron, what did I say about inappropriate comments?”

Feyre is hot all over and now she can’t tell if it's from embarrassment, lust or simply frustration. What the hell is he playing at? He’s the one with his cock out at the workplace, but he’s going to give her grief?

She comes closer.

How is he so imposing even leaning over?

The skyline behind him silhouettes his broad shoulders tugging at the fabric of his shirt. His inky black hair lays in tousles across his forehead. The sharp cut of his cheekbones are accentuated by the dimming sunlight. Shadows dance along his handsome face. He looks like a dark prince surveying one of his subjects.

She’s never felt so small as she does in the shadow of his critical, watchful gaze.

With an annoyed huff, she sets her laptop on his expansive, polished mahogany desk. The damn thing probably costs more than her entire flat. She can feel the hairs on the back of her neck prickle as he narrows his eyes on her.

It’s unfair how his proximity turns her brain into a hot, gooey mess of sexual thoughts and little else.

She’s Feyre fucking Archeron. It might not mean anything to anyone else, but she has her own sense of pride to maintain which includes not fawning over rich, powerful men at risk of her dignity, damn it.

She feels like prey being watched by a predator and it raises her hackles, makes her want to lash out.

“Well, show me what you’ve learned.”

Feyre slams her scan badge down on her laptop.

“I haven’t learned anything. Just fire me.”

He raises a brow at her. “Really? You’d give up just like that? Why did you even accept this job?”

Feyre crosses her arms and rolls her eyes. “Some of us have to pay bills. Sorry to hurt your feelings, but all of those pretty things people say in interviews are lies. No one really cares about working for your prestigious organization — they care about not having to move back in with their parents.

And because she’s feeling petty and fuck it, she’s getting fired anyway, she adds, “And as for this dark and mysterious act, I bet your hook ups are lying about how hot that is too. It’s not. It’s overplayed. And kind of creepy when you add in the whole jacking off in your office thing.”

“I think you’ll find your wrong on that, Feyre darling,” he says, eyes flashing with challenge. “Most people will stab their friends in the back for an opportunity to work at my organization. I have applicants lined out the door, all with prestigious degrees to match. As for the rest, it sounds like you’re awfully flustered thinking about me and my hook ups.”

“As if.” She scoffs. “Besides, what kind of hiring standards do you have if you hired me?”

Rhys steps around the chair, pushing it to the side and removing the buffer between them just as he pulls himself to his full height. Feyre presses her thighs together under her pencil skirt — tells herself it's just nerves. She swallows thickly as he shoves his hands in his pockets and stares down the blade of his aristocratic nose at her.

“Oh, darling, did you believe those pretty things you were told you about your qualifications?” He reaches forward, grasping a piece of Feyre’s hair between his fingers and rolling it. Feyre can’t seem to remember how to breathe. Rhys gives her a positively feline smile before exhaling, “They were lies.”

“Wh-what do you mean?” Feyre tries to back away, but her ass hits his desk and instead her breasts bounce with the impact. His gaze flicks down and then back up.

“I was going to fire you today. I told myself I needed to think with my head and not my cock. It’s truly an embarrassment to have someone so utterly unskilled on the same floor as me, as my top performers.” Feyre opens her mouth to protest, but he places one long finger over her lips. “Did you really think Azriel wouldn’t tell me? And I know about the friend in PR who has been doing the rest of the work for you.”

Shit. Sorry, Lucien …

Feyre tries to get her lips to move, get her mind to remember how to form words and string them together into semi-intelligible sentences.

She should only care about preserving her job right now.

But.

But now that Rhys is leering over her and there isn’t a chair in front of him, she can see that he hadn’t finished clearing his mind before she’d walked in on him.

The front of Rhys's trousers are bulging with lustful intent and a rock hard erection.

She licks her lips — forgets his finger, so the tip of her pink tongue swipes across that, too.

Fired. He’s going to fire her. Focus on that, not on the taste of salt on his skin that somehow is alluring and not repulsive. Don’t focus on how she wants to suck that long finger into her mouth, swirl her tongue around it with promise …

God, now that she’s gotten herself started, she won’t be able to stop.

Feyre fucking Archeron doesn’t fawn over rich, powerful men.

She also doesn’t follow rules. And it seems like it's time to bend this one.

Might as well go out with a bang, then.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Pardon?”

Rhys presses his thumb under her chin, tilting her face up and wrenching her eyes from staring at the outline of his massive hard-on.

“Are you … sure about that?” Feyre says breathily, gasping when he sticks his finger into her mouth when she finishes speaking. Effectively silencing her with that elegant, brown finger pressed down on her tongue.

She wants to squirm, but her heart is beating so quickly she’s pretty sure she’s going into shock. Feyre freezes instead, mouth hanging open, lower jaw caught between his thumb and finger.

Rhys is still staring down at her, nearly clinical in his assessment of her mouth, the bridge of her nose, the heavy weight of her lids suddenly.

“What are you offering, Feyre darling?”

She waits until he releases her tongue to speak. “No more Miss Archeron?”

Rhys growls and it shoots right to her cunt. Her insides tighten around nothing and it feels wrong wrong wrong even as moisture gathers in her panties.

“You’re a mouthy little thing, aren’t you?”

“You’re not very little yourself,” Feyre purrs back and in a rush of foolish bravery, she reaches out to grab between his legs. “Don’t fire me, let me prove I have other skills. I bet most people can’t handle you.”

Rhys dips down until his lips brush the shell of her ear as he speaks, “And you think you can?”

A shiver runs down her spine unbidden.

Feyre’s breath hitches, but she nods confidently.

Rhys’s low chuckle rumbles through them.

“I said I was done thinking with my cock.”

Rubbing two fingers back, she pushes through the fabric of his pants to skim his balls. Rhys inhales sharply. She presses her palm into the heavy weight of his shaft.

“C’mon, this is what all the leading business people do, right?”

Rhys’s head has fallen onto her shoulder as she strokes his length through his pants. His arms are bracketing her against the desk as he holds himself upright, biceps straining against the silken black fabric of his dress shirt.

“The point is to do it yourself to resist the temptation with a subordinate …” He groans as she slips her fingers under his waistband. “To not let lust addle proper decision making.”

Feyre tilts her head to let her hot breath skim along his neck. “That sounds boring.”

Her pulse is hammering between her legs and she’s pretty sure she’ll combust if she doesn’t get this man inside of her, filling her to the fucking brim. The skin of his cock is as silky smooth as his shirt, everything about him decadent and rich, rich, rich. Her thumb nail catches on the sensitive lip of the head of his cock, making him gasp, before she drags her fingertip along the precome slick tip.

Before she can get his pants undone, Rhys grabs her by the throat and presses her back flat on his desk. He looks completely ravenous, out of control as he stares down at her. His pupils are blown wide, swallowing up those pretty blue eyes. Feyre shouldn’t be as turned on as she is with her boss’s hand wrapped around her neck, but she’s hopeless as Lucien and her sisters have told her constantly, so with the hand that isn’t on his cock, she grips his wrist and pushes him harder against her windpipe.

A deep groan catches in the back of his throat.

“Fuck,” he says.

Feyre nods, using all of the pilates core strength to pick her legs up and rest her heels on the edge of the desk. Her skirt rides up lewdly as she spreads her legs to accommodate his presence between them, scoots her back up enough so she arches her breast upwards and lines their hips up as Rhys presses forward.

She rocks her hips forward, dragging her wet panties and aching core along his iron hard length. She whines under his hand.

“Fuck, darling, you’re a mess for me.”

Feyre bites her bottom lip and nods wordlessly again. There’s a niggling satisfaction as she thinks about ruining his outrageously overpriced pants. Rhys lets up his hold on her throat to reach down and run his fingers along her clothed slit, shuddering at the sticky mess he finds.

“I can take you, Rhys,” she says, grinding down against him.

“I’m sure you believe that,” he croons, pulling her panties aside to plunge two fingers mercilessly into her. Feyre arches upwards, moaning as he curls them upwards and catches the spongey, overly sensitive tissue inside of her. His massive hands easily reach inside of her and span to rub his thumb in tantalizing circles around the hooded bundle of nerves at her apex.

“You don’t?”

Rhy smiles devilishly at her, promising her demise. “I believe I’m going to ruin this pretty little cunt for anyone else.”

Feyre’s eyes shut as her mouth falls open, panting as he edges her into blissful ecstasy. “Do your worst.”

Rhys clucks his tongue in chastisement and removes his touch all at once. Feyre whines, starkly feeling the loss, the emptiness inside of her. She wiggles her hips, hoping to draw him back, but then she hears the zip of his pants and her eyes shoot open.

Pants shoved down to his thighs and thick cock in hand, Feyre swallows thickly at the sight.

Maybe she had been over confident.

The purple tip, the veiny shaft throbbing for her, the pretty balls — all hairless, perfectly manicured.

She hisses in pleasure as he rubs the head of his cock along her sopping wet opening. He doesn’t even bother to remove her panties, just pushes them to the side. She hooks a leg around his waist and tries to line herself up.

Rhys swats her clit with his cock.

“Behave, darling.”

“You know I won’t.”

Rhys looks down at her like a starving man.

He enters into her in one long, hard thrust and pushes all of the air out of Feyre’s lungs. She clutches desperately for something, anything to hold onto and lands with two fistfulls of his hair.

“Shit, shit, shit,” she pants, knees falling open in hopes to make more room for him inside of her suddenly impossibly small frame. “You’re so fucking big, oh my god.”

He doesn’t give her time to adjust before he’s languidly withdrawing from her insides and then plunging back in without mercy.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you, darling.”

Feyre throws her head back into the desk, not feeling a lick of pain as he sears a path of his very own through her. His, only his, wrecked for anyone else. He hadn’t been wrong.

“You’re so fucking big, Rhys,” she moans.

His teeth drag down her chest, taking off buttons without a care and exposing the perky flesh of her breasts where they bounce at the top of her bra.

“Louder.”

Feyre clamps down on her mouth, pressing her lips into a firm line. Like hell she’s going to let the whole office know what they’re doing.

“You can’t tell me what to do if you aren’t my boss anymore,” she sasses even as he starts to fuck her brains right out of her body.

Rhys doesn’t like that.

He draws back from the love bites he’s been leaving on her tits. Pens clatter and papers are sent skittering to the floor as he drags her body someone even closer to his. Feyre is worried her knock off heels are going to go flying right off of her feet the way they’re clinging to her ankles by only their plastic straps.

There’s nothing slow or sensual as he starts pounding into her, balls slapping against her ass and his hips digging into her as he grips her hips and presses her flush to him.

“I said,” he growls between thrusts, “Louder.”

Feyre scratches and scrambles at his chest for something to anchor her. The ache in her core has diminished as he fills her relentlessly, only to be replaced with a roaring fire of need that threatens to consume her entire being. Her abdomen clenches with building pleasure.

He doesn’t let up, instead tilting her up so he’s slamming right into the most sensitive parts of her.

Whatever stubborn hold on her voice she had fails her. Feyre lets loose a throaty “oh!” that has to rattle the panes of his opaque office windows.

“That’s right,” Rhys says, moving a thumb to rub her clit in time to his thrusts. “That’s right, darling. Let me hear it. C’mon, come for me, scream for me.”

“Rhys … Rhys … Rhys!” Feyre cries out, losing focus of everything except the mind-blowing tension in the pit of her stomach as it explodes.

Rhys comes apart like a great mountain shaking and erupting with molten passion. He paints her insides with his hot spend and it shatters the thin hold she still has on her sanity. The tremors of his cock spurting inside of her hurtles Feyre into another impossibly strong orgasm.

“Made for me,” Rhys is panting as she shakes underneath him. “There’s no realm of existence where my hand was going to replace the feel of that tight little cunt of yours. God, your ass.” He squeezes the flesh of her backside. “I knew I couldn’t resist you from the moment you stepped into this building, Feyre darling.”

For several minutes, his office is only filled with their ragged breathing. When he pulls out of her, Feyre groans weakly. His belt buckle clinks as he rights himself and collapses into his chair.

Feyre sits up, unabashed as she feels the mixture of their climaxes coat her thighs with the movement. She’s making an absolute mess of his desk and she feels no remorse over it.

Rhys reaches around her and comes back with a pair of glasses, putting them on with a whoosh of air. A great exhale to collect himself.

“Well, that …” He rubs his brow, then looks up at her with undeniable smug pride. “That was something else.”

Feyre gives him a lopsided smile, dropping her cheek to her shoulder, letting her hair cascade to the side and expose her breast under the torn open blouse.

“Thinking clearer now?”

He hums thoughtfully, steepling his fingers in front of his sensual lips. Feyre realizes she hasn’t tasted them yet, realizes they’ve just fucked fully clothed on his desk and haven’t even kissed.

She had things under wraps? Yeah, right.

Hopeless.

Instead of kicking her to the curb with nothing but a final pay check and come soaked panties, Rhys pulls her to straddle his lap. His broad hand warms her lower back.

“Not quite clear enough. Think you could help some more?”

Feyre grins down at him.

“Whatever you need, boss.”

#feysand #feyre x rhys #acotar #acotar fanfic #feyre #rhys #my writing

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thisapplepielife · 5 months

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Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

Take Me Home, Country Roads

Prompt Day 8: Idiots to Lovers | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | CW: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ Only | Tags: Canon Divergence Post-Season 4, Eddie Munson Lives, Road Trip, Established Relationship, Motel Room, Mutual Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Dual POV, Eddie Munson is Bored

This does take place during my fic Take the Money and Run, but can be read as a standalone.

Day 60/90: November 24th, 1986 I-5, Washington

Steve

"Did we forget West Virginia?" Eddie asks, very suddenly and out of the blue.

Steve looks over at him from the driver's seat.

"What? No," Steve says, trying to lean over and look over the map while still keeping the car on the road and between the lines.

"I think we missed West Virginia," Eddie says, tracing their route.

"We definitely didn't," Steve says, because even if they did, Steve's not about to back track nearly three thousand miles. They couldn't be further from West Virginia right now unless they were floating in the Pacific ocean.

"Steve, I think we did," Eddie argues.

"We drove through there. For sure. I remember," Steve lies. He doesn't remember shit.

Eddie looks skeptical, like he knows Steve doesn't remember shit. But Steve's trying to sell this, even if he's not sure he's pulling it off.

"Maybe," Eddie says, "maybe we clipped the edge."

"We did. We definitely did," Steve assures him. He has no fucking clue if they did or not, that was months ago. Eddie tells him where to drive, and he does. He really couldn't draw a map of where they've been and where they haven't been. He figures Eddie will know. Eddie is the navigator, this is his job.

"Okay, we probably did," Eddie decides, and Steve relaxes into his seat.

Eddie's quiet for a few minutes, but then he speaks again, asking, "But what if we didn't?"

"Then we'll probably die," Steve says dryly, and Eddie laughs, tossing the atlas up onto the dash, apparently deciding to let it go. At least for right now.

Eddie

They didn't go through West Virginia. He's almost certain. He fucked this up. He's an idiot. They were supposed to hit all fifty states. Well, all forty-eight, at least. And now he's fucked that up, he's pretty sure.

Steve doesn't seem to care though, so Eddie's trying to believe they clipped the edge. That they did go through, even if they didn't really do anything. Just being there counts, as far as he's concerned.

They've stopped in Seattle, and it's cloudy, and definitely looking sorta gloomy. They've kind of just decided to hang around the room, waiting on a better day, but there hasn't been one. Eddie looks out of the window, into the foggy city, one more time.

Eddie's getting a little bored. A little stir crazy. He wants to do something, anything.

"You wanna play strip poker?" Eddie asks, glancing over at Steve.

"If you want me to get naked, just say so," Steve answers, flipping through the television channels.

Eddie laughs, he definitely wants Steve to get naked. He always wants Steve to get naked. But he just wants to do something, anything.

"I'm bored," Eddie admits. "The weather is making me sad."

Steve kicks open his legs, in invitation, "Come sit with me."

Eddie doesn't want to sit. They've sat for two days.

"Let's go do something, anything."

And he watches as Steve slowly, so slowly, unzips his jeans. He's smiling and it's cute, but Eddie was serious. He needs to be out of this room.

But then Steve's taking his dick out of his pants, and Eddie's forgotten what he was even bitching about, now. He walks to the edge of the bed, but doesn't crawl up on it, and Steve falters. Like he's not sure if he's done something stupid.

"Touch yourself," Eddie says, and Steve relaxes. And he kicks off his jeans, and his underwear. Then pulls his shirt over his head, and tosses it away, too.

Then he wraps a fist around his dick, and strokes himself.

Steve

He feels stupid, and a little embarrassed doing this while Eddie just watches, but Eddie digs around in the sex pumpkin, and fishes out the lube. Steve holds out his hand, and Eddie drizzles a little into his palm.

And then he goes back to watching, just standing there, near enough to touch him, but not doing it.

So Steve just fists his dick the way he likes, and keeps eye contact with Eddie. Sliding up, and over the head, before going back down and starting the movement all over again. He tilts his head back a little, exposing his neck, and Eddie whines, just a little.

It makes Steve smile.

"Feels good," Steve says, and when he looks back at Eddie, Eddie is rubbing his own dick through his jeans. Cupping, rolling his hand against himself, and it makes Steve's dick jump in his fist. He's so attracted to Eddie. He doesn't know how he's managed to live without looking at him. Touching him.

How he's lived without Eddie touching him. He really likes Eddie's hands all over him. His rings, his fingers.

"I want you to touch me," Steve says, and Eddie wastes no time. He crawls on the bed, nodding as he's sliding between Steve's thighs, finally wrapping his hand around Steve's dick and stroking.

Steve groans, bucking into Eddie's fist. That's good. That's so good. Better than his own hand, that's for damn sure.

Eddie strokes him, with just the right amount of pressure, and before long Steve comes. All over Eddie's hand, his own chest, hell, probably the bed.

"Fuck," Steve says, riding the last waves of his orgasm.

And then he reaches for Eddie's belt, tugging on him. Pulling him closer. Shoving him onto his back, manhandling him, a little.

"That's good," Eddie says, and Steve runs his hand over his own flagging dick, gathering up any leftover lube, and then he fists Eddie.

Eddie moans and arches upwards, coming while Steve works him through all of it. Then, Steve slides on top of him. Pressing their naked bodies together, sliding against him, even if they're both already spent. It still feels good to touch him.

When Eddie looks at him, Steve asks, "Still bored?"

"No, I'm good," Eddie answers, and Steve smiles. Leaning down to kiss him, just because he can.

Notes: Since this fic's original chapters were song titles, I went with the John Denver classic about West Virginia. Did they go through WV in the original? Like Steve, I say yes, because I definitely had developed a plan/route while writing Take the Money and Run to get them to all 50 states, but I sure can't find proof they went through there now. 🤣

This was prompted by THIS POST because I saw it and felt big regret that I didn't know it existed in WV while writing TtMaR. So, I was like, maybe I can fit it into a drabble? Did their route go near there?? Then I went down the rabbit hole, just like Eddie and Steve, on whether they were ever in WV at all, haha.

I loved getting to write them for a little more time, here. It was fun! (And these versions of the boys will be back on Road Trip day, too. Because, what else would I write for that prompt? LOL.)

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddieholidaydrabbles and follow along with the fun!

If you want to see more of my entries into this month-long challenge, you can check them out in my Steddie Holiday Drabbles tag, right here!

#steddieholidaydrabbles #idiots to lovers #idiots in love #steddie ficlet #take the money and run #road trip #steve x eddie #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #thisapplepielife: short fic #thisapplepielife: steddieholidaydrabbles

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emperor-palpaminty · 11 months

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I downloaded TikTok and saw this one and had to write something for Keegan. Hehe. My inbox is open for COD requests!

There is kissing and cussing in this one so if ya don't like it leave byeeeee. GN readerx keegan. Also it makes more sense that someone in the military would have an e-reader instead of a bunch of heavy books so congrats, you are the proud owner of a book tablet now

When war was not filled with blood or adventures, war dragged. Slow. It was as if Ares himself was lazily strolling with a too-heavy war hammer, yawning.

Not that you minded, necessarily. It gave you time to actually delve into your books. Your e-reader had been an absolute life saver- on long days in the field it would help you take breaks and get some literature in, and it was way lighter than ink-and-paper books. Plus, you didn't have to go into the library to get books that you had on hold.

Unfortunately, some books in the library would all line up to where their holds would finish at the same time and wind up on your e-reader. This usually meant marathon reading sessions at odd times, or at least times where you wouldn't have normally read. Between water breaks while working out, you would speed read through the latest fantasy novel. At the mess, you skimmed the pulp romance your mom had recommended to you. When the computer lab was down, you would examine some half-interesting autobiography or scientific breakdown. And all of it was at the palms of your hands in an instant.

You enjoyed reading.

This love did not go unnoticed- the Ghosts would often chuckle or pester you because you hated being interrupted. Sometimes you would get questions of what you were reading, maybe commenting that their spouses or parents or so-and-so from such-and-such company had mentioned something about that book.

Especially, this did not go unnoticed by Keegan. Not only did he notice it, but it annoyed him. Not the fact you read, or were quiet, or drawn into some fantastical world- he enjoyed that. Watching how your eyes were drawn down on your book, how your fingers would find their way to rest on your mouth or fidget on the table, those were all bonuses. He enjoyed the occasional book himself. However, what annoyed him was....

"Kid."

Nothing. Keegan exhaled, crossing his arms. You were hard to pull out of your little world of books and words. Cute? Yes. Frustrating?

"Hey. Kid."

You gasped and shifted forward, staring at the words, muttering something off towards him. Your lips moved, pressing out a brief oh, wow as you turned the page on your e-reader. They pursed, and they looked soft. Distracted. Kissable.

Absolutely frustrating.

Keegan shoved his gaze from your mouth and reached down, taking your cheeks. "Damn it, kid." He turned your head towards him, leaning down, eye level. "You get sucked in real easy. Cause all kinds of problems that way."

You blinked, hazy as you settled back into reality. The black gloves were rough on your cheeks, almost pressing your lips into a pout, and those blue eyes were close. You sucked in a breath. With it came his smell- musk, wood, something masculine. "Sorry."

Keegan didn't move. Topaz irises skimmed your face, dropping to the lips, watching as you licked them, nervously, your own eyes avoiding him. "Sorry?"

"For getting distracted. I don't get too much time to read, and all my books came off hold at the same time..." Your voice trailed off, and your thumb flicked down, turning off the e-reader. "I wanted to read as much as possible before we went out to the field again." You were vaugely aware that his eyes were still plastered on your face and studying you. Those eyes- they stopped you and haunted you and made you freeze, but kick-started your every nerve.

Behind the mask, Keegan sighed. "I get that. Means a lot to you." His grip loosened on your face but the hand did not drop away. He thumbed over your face, the touch hesitating just at the color of your mouth. Were your eyes playing tricks on you, or did his gaze soften? "Promise." His voice was gentler now. "I'll make it up to you."

Your head tilted, watching what you could see of his face. Heat built up under your skin. It wouldn't have surprised you if he could have felt how warm you were under the leather gloves. "Uh-huh." Was all your very intelligent and very smart brain could muster.

Keegan's free hand grabbed the bottom of his mask and he yanked it up. You barely had time to catch the dark stubble and the surprisingly full lips before he leaned down and pressed his mouth to yours.

His hold on your cheeks were not demanding. It was loose enough to where you could have pulled away, left.

But you didn't. How could you? He huffed, the breath warm from his nose as he turned his head into you, and you swore that you heard a soft groan as you leaned up, your grip on your e-reader loosening and finding its way into his shirt, a fist crumpling against it. A gloved hand moved to the back of your neck, supporting you as you leaned your head back. He pulled back just enough to mutter sweet thing against you before going back in for more. Surprisingly, what stubble he had was soft, you realized as you ran your fingers over his jaw. Your fingers clasped the cotton shirt tighter, his body pressing your back against the corner of the table.

You didn't even hear the door down the hall open. Keegan pressed away, yanking the mask back down and stepping back. You blinked, hands frozen in the air where he had been, eyes locked on his own and looking for answers in them.

"Later," Was all he said, and he turned and left as Ghosts began to enter the mess. You turned back to your reading, quickly, but found that the words weren't as distracting as they were before Keegan had kissed you.

#keegan x reader #cod keegan #keegan russ #cod keegan russ #keegan russ x reader #keegan russ x you #cod reader insert #minty writes #call of duty reader insert #call of duty keegan x reader #call of duty keegan x you #keegan p russ x reader #keegan russ reader insert

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til-f · 4 months

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PJO Show Thoughts. Episode 7: We find out the truth (not)

Alright. I just don't even know. I thought the pacing was marginally better here. Scenes flowed nicer. And I thought the dialogue wasn't so useless.

Yay!!!! Crusty scene!!!!!!

Literally right off the fucking BAT, the first words in the episode are percy explaining exactly what's going to happen, who crusty is, no shenanigans, no mystery, no fun villain scene, nothing. oh my FUCKING GOD, it's every good scene THEY RUIN IT its CRAZY. ACTUALLY CRAZY.

It's the same shit every episode. Oh, fun monster scene where the monster tries to trick them and the fight builds while we figure out who the monster is???? NOPE!!! it's actually complete bullshit. it's ridiculous. where's rick????

Okay I see the red ball. yay!

I'll live with the plot changes even though it sucks. I'll live with it. it's just bad show writing that i'm annoyed with now.

OH MY GOD WHY IS SALLY SUCH A BITCH !!! lolollollL

I did miss the scene were percy bribes charon to let them pass. why change that. why take out a fun bit like that. instead they're like, take everything charon!!! we're so stupid, just let us into the underworld so I can save my mom !!!!!

The cerberus scene was way more complicated than it needed to be lol. but I think the underworld was cool

Back to 3 pearls.... I think rick is just trying to annoy us now.

I do like the flashbacks. My dumbass is just hoping that it all transitions very beautifully into percy's fallen hero arc but these are just my dumb dreams !!!!!!

So annabeth is gone? okay

The root/regret/ thing was completely unnecessary psychology that was stupid

The tartarus, shoe bit was good

"is this our stop, or?" LOL

Hades is weird and awkward and way to cheerful. this god is supposed to be a scorned, jaded ass, lazy, arrogant, bastard, dripping with grease and jealousy and grudges.

DID YALL SEE WHERE HADES WAS LIKE, FOLDING LAUNDRY??? LMAO WHAT

Hades sucks

I just wanted the line, "I'll find your helm, Uncle. I'll return it." nope!!

I guess hades is offering to protect them? because there's going to be a war with kronos and he wants the master bolt for protection ?????? SLOW YOUR ROLL WRITERS. WE'RE NOT FUCKING THERE YET. EVEN WHEN THE WAR WAS A C T I V E L Y occuring hades didn't give a FUCK. whatever. now i'm anger. plus, nothing about how hades sent the furies.... it didn't seem like hades thought percy stole his helm, which was like,,,,, teh whole ass point. jesus christ

Poseidon is meh

Sally is meh

I guess their convo was fine, i didn't mind it. I liked when poseidon was saying that he'll be there for percy, when he knows who he is. Which is cool, even though who percy should "be" is very different to sally. I can't wrap my brain around what the writers want me to be thinking, you know?

no mention again of how they're past the solstice deadline??? you'd think that would have been a bigger deal but OKAY

ares is the best god by far at this point

overall, I really shouldn't be spending so much of my limited free time writing these long posts about the episodes, when I have been getting well, not a whole lot of pleasure watching them. but these characters are still my babies, and I will continue to support the making of the show even though it's blowing chunks. Rick

See yall next week for episode 8: Where's the Damn Fishing Chair Throne

#pjo show #pjo show crit #percy jackson #meta

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mrmaybank · 1 year

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FEM ALLEGED DNI

Fandom: PJO

Title: bad at goodbyes

Character(s): Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Clarisse LaRue, Silena Beauregard, Aphrodite, Connor Stoll, and Travis Stoll

Request: No

Genre: Angst

TW: death, injury,

A/N: they have a little friend group between Connor, Travis, Clarisse, Chris, and Silena (Which Lee, Castor, and Beckendorf use to be apart of), Silena is the readers best friend, and (G/P) stands for godly parent

Masterlist

(M/N) watched as Silena and the rest of Aphrodite cabin exited the black van. There eyes locked (E/C) eyes meeting blue, she smiled at him as she walked over. “You ready for a war?” He asked.

“My mom doesn’t believe in war,” Silena replied.

“Then she shouldn’t be dating Ares, you know cheating isn’t a good look your mom,” This comment earned (M/N) slight shove from Silena.

“Oh shut up, before you strikes you down,” Silena told him.

“She can’t,”

Silena raised an eyebrow at the son (G/P), “Why not?”

“Because then whose love life would she fuck with?” (M/N) laughed, which then in return caused Silena to laugh. About a minute later an arm wrapped it’s self around both (M/N) and Silena’s shoulders. Neither of them need to look to know it was Connor and Travis.

A silence fell upon the now group of four, it only last for a couple of minutes before Silena stuck and her hand and said, “We win for Charlie.”

(M/N) followed her move placing down his hand, “For Lee,” he added.

“Castor,” Travis added as he placed his hand down.

Then finally Connor placed his down, “For Luke,” his voiced cracked as he said his brother’s name. Him and Luke were always close, Travis placed a hand on his younger’s brother shoulder.

“On three,” (M/N) said, the group of the three nodded.

“One, two, three,” they spoke in unison lifting there hands up on three.

“(M/N),” someone shouted, the boy turned around to see Percy waving him over.

“I gotta go, love you guys,” he told them.

“Love you too, (M/N),” Silena replied. (M/N) smiled at her then run off joining his boyfriend.

TIME SKIP

All it all happened to quickly. “ARES!” Clarisse screamed as she charged for the drakon.

“No,” (M/N) heard, Percy mumbled.

“WAIT!” (M/N) screamed but Clarisse couldn’t hear him. She charged straight for the drakon, which spit poison in her face. (M/N) blood ran cold as he watched the Chariot Clarisse was in fell to the ground.

He was frozen, he could only watch as the Ares campers tried to defend her but that’s when he realized. A girl was rushing toward Clarisse, he expected it to be Silena but it wasn’t it was Clarisse herself. Then it dawned upon the boy, tear flooded his eyes, “No!” he screamed.

Rage filled his system, he looked over at Clarisse in there heads they made an agreement. Kill this bitch. (M/N) assisted Clarisse as she drug her sword right between the monsters eyes.

Then without a word both of them run to Silena. Clarisse sat on her left, cradling the girls head in her lap. While (M/N) sat her right holding her hand, “what were you think?” Clarisse asked. (M/N) felt a hand on his shoulder pulling his thoughts from Clarisse and Silena’s conversation.

He turned and saw Percy and Annabeth, “I’m sorry,” Percy told the son (G/P).

(M/N) was gonna respond when he heard Clarisse’s question, “you were the spy?” She asked. He turned to the two girls as he listened to there conversation Silena explaining what happened.

Oh, Silena,” he sighed.

“Forgive me,” Silena took a painful breathe.

“Your not dying,” Clarisse told her.

“Yeah you aren’t,” (M/N) agreed.

“Charlie…,” Silena spoke like she hadn’t hear either of them, “See Charlie…,” (M/N) watched as light left her eyes.

“Silena?” he asked.

No response.

“Silena, please,” he begged.

Percy pulled him up and into a hug, “I’m so sorry, love,” Percy told him. After a couple of seconds, Percy let go of his boyfriend. “She gave her life, for this. We win this for her,” he told him.

The (E/C) boy nodded, “For Silena.”

TIME SKIP

(M/N) sat by himself on a bench as all the olympians partied, he wasn’t in the mood. No even three hours ago he lost his best friend, someone sat down next to him and he looked up to see a beautiful women. She had brown hair and piercing blue eyes, “Hello, (M/N),” she spoke a soothing voice.

He quickly recognized her as Aphrodite, “Hello,” he replied.

“Why aren’t you partying?”

“Not in the mood,” he replied.

“I’m sorry about Silena,” The god replied, “She was a true hero.”

“She was,” Tears filled the boys eyes for the second time that day, “she truly was.” Aphrodite wrapped her arms around the boy pulling her into a hug.

“Thank you, for taking care of my daughter,” she told him, as she pulled from the hug.

“I would have done anything for her,” And that was truth he would have. He would have done anything for her, Beckendorf, Travis, Connor, Percy, Castor, Annabeth, Lee. He would, and would have, done anything for them.

No matter the request because he loved they were his friend and now a good percent of them were gone. And he wasn’t sure what to do yet.

#percy jackson x male reader #silena beauregard #clarisse la rue #connor stoll #travis stoll #Annabeth Chase #Lee Fletcher #charles beckendorf #percy jackson #aphrodite #pjo x male reader #x male reader

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aiiviiloo · 4 months

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first time meeting gilbert blythe x fem!reader

warnings: none really i hope u like it i suck at these hihohohiohio

the wind blew calmly outside of the café, a laughter of small children getting heard as they played.

it was a calming nature for priscilla who sat at a table with a small muffin and tea in front of her while her hand held a book. emma, by jane austen.

a small pling of the bell over the door made its sound as the door opened, a boy walking inside. the shop owner who was wiping some empty tables greeted the boy, making him nod curtly at her.

the boy's eyes shifted around and he made contact with the girl, his eyes looking down at the book.

a small smile came onto his face as he read the title. it had been one of his father's favourites.

"excuse me, miss." he said, loud enough for the girl to notice him but not loud enough to disturb others.

y/n looked up, her thumb resting between the pages as she closed her book.

"can i help you, sir?" y/n asked with her very noticable british accent.

"may i sit with you? i noticed your book and remembered it to be my father's favourite before he passed away." the boy answered her question, nodding down at the empty chair in front of priscilla, who nodded with a smile with no bother.

the boy sat down, taking off his hat and placing it down on the table.

"may i ask your name?" he asked while y/n put an actual bookmark between the pages to be able to close the book completely.

"y/n. y/n l/n. and your name?" y/n told the boy, who was fixing his fluffy dark brown hair.

"gilbert blythe. i must say, y/n is such a pretty name." gilbert complimented, making y/n smile softly at the boy in front of her.

she whispered a small thank you, not noticing the stare gilbert had on her as she looked down. a small piece of her brown fringe fell down, making her hurriedly slip it back behind her ear.

"did you father read anything else of jane austen before he passed?" y/n asked, trying to not offend gilbert.

gilbert, who wasn't ready for a new question, was taken aback slightly but he composed himself and nodded.

"he was quite the reader and read a lot of books, but no books touched him as jane austen's did." he answered, his eyes watching how y/n took a sip of her tea, her eyebrows showing interest in gilbert's conversation.

"your father sounds kind just by his choice of reading." y/n said with a small smile on her face, watching as gilbert's slight smile turned into a knowing smile as he looked down, reminiscing about memories of the past.

"he was." gilbert answered shortly, looking up with slightly teared eyes. "i'm sorry, for tearing up, we barely know each other." he muttered, drying his eyes.

"oh, i'm so sorry, did i offend you? i did not mean to." y/n hurriedly tried to apologise, standing up from her chair to crouch down in front of gilbert while taking out a napkin for him to use.

"you didn't offend me, not at all, you did quite the other." gilbert sighed, looking down at priscilla's worried e/c eyes with his hazel eyes. tears pooled in his eyes as he thought of his father.

y/n handed him the napkin while looking at him with a sympathetic expression.

"let me take you on a walk, mr blythe, to freshen your thoughts, perhaps?" she offered, standing up straightly while wiping some dust off of her blue dress.

gilbert smiled and nodded, standing up from his seat after he dried his tears.

he grabbed his hat, slacking it down onto his head.

"let me pay, for your kind behaviour of such terrible of mine." gilbert obliged, taking out some coins for the shop owner to take. he handed the owner the money while thanking for the service.

y/n let him, shrugging her own coat on before walking with gilbert out from the café, of course with her book in her arms.

the pair was met with a comfortable spring wind fly against them as they got outside to the streets of charlottetown.

gilbert handed his arm for priscilla to hold, making her chuckle.

"what a gentleman you are, mr blythe." she joked while holding his arm gently before they began walking towards a small park.

a comfortable silence swept over them as they walked around in the park where trees began to blossom but it got interrupted by gilbert himself.

"may i ask where you are from? i have not seen someone in my age here in charlottetown." he asked y/n who turned to him slightly with her head.

"i'm from a town in england called brighton. i'm here to take my last year of school before college, which i wanted to take here on prince edward island. but that makes me to ask how old you are." y/n explained to gilbert who now understood the accent.

"i'm sixteen, and i guess you are also sixteen." he concluded and y/n nodded at his guess.

"i'm going to a school in avonlea, since my mother has placed our residence there." y/n continued, making gilbert's eyebrows lift.

"so you're the new people who moved into the old house." gilbert muttered, more to himself but y/n heard so she hummed in agreement.

the pair sat down on a white bench with a silence over them.

"i'm sure the girls in the school will like you. you seem like one they would like." gilbert claimed, making y/n look at him.

"is that a compliment or is it negative?" she chuckled, making gilbert grin.

"that depends how you think about it." he answered, smiling at the beautiful girl in front of him.

y/n smiled as she looked down into her lap, her eyes drifting to the watch gilbert wore around his wrist. she read the time and gasped slightly.

"oh, dear, my train leaves back to avonlea in fifteen minutes!" she quickly began, standing up to shake gilbert's hand. "so nice to meet you, gilbert and i hope to meet you again, maybe in school?" she continued.

gilbert let y/n shake her hand while smiling softly.

"it was nice meeting you too, y/n. i hope you will find it comforting in avonlea before the school term begins." he told y/n who nodded and continued shaking his hand, not noticing that she didn't stop.

seconds later y/n quickly pulled her hand back ith an awkward chuckle before she bid gilbert goodbye as she rushed away out from the park to the train station, leaving a giddy gilbert behind on the bench.

#gilbert blythe #anne with an e #gilber blythe x reader #anne with an e x reader #gilbert blythe x fem!reader #gilbert #fluff #awae

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dxcter · 10 months

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Bullets-Carl Grimes x Male Reader 2

Previous - Next

Y/n had spent three days alone out there. Running for his life, running away from danger, never stopping to kill a walker in his way. He just ran. During those three exhausting days before the barn he knew, he knew it was his fault. He was the reason his Mother and Father got torn to shreds, and he would never forgive himself for that.

"It's my fault! They're gone because of me. I'm the reason we got kicked out so its my fault that they're dead." He cried, his tears running down his face.

"No, no, no don't say that. It isn't your fault." Andrea said. She kneeled down and comforted the young boy.

"Did you say kicked out? Who kicked you out? And for what?" Hershel asked.

"I c-can't tell you. If I do you'll definitely get rid of me." He sniffled.

"It's okay. You can tell us, we wont get rid of you." Hershel's voice was calm and sincere.

"Really?"

"Really"

Y/n's e/c eyes looked at the people around him and swallowed. "I-i. . . I like boys." He confessed, his voice was quiet but everyone there heard it. Andrea hugged the boy, her hands rubbing his back soothingly. She turned her head and looked at Rick and Shane. "We are not kicking him out." She said. Rick put a hand to his holster and gave her a nod.

"I'll take him to Lori. He can be with her and Carl while the rest of you deal with Randall." Rick put his hand on y/n's shoulder and led him away to the campsite.

"You stay here with Lori, okay. I promise we won't get rid of you." He reassures. Y/n gave a nod. He watched Rick walk away, once he left his line of sight he walked to where Lori was. Lori gave him a friendly smile and continued to do whatever she actually does. The person with her though peaked his interest, he was quiet for the most part and he was the only person who hasn't talked to y/n. Maggie was nice, T-dog was funny so is Glenn, and Dale was nice to be around even if you don't have anything to say. But Carl, Carl was a whole can of worms that you haven't seen yet.

He was barely older than you, but he gave off this demeanor that made it seem like he's lived his whole life in this apocalypse. So you can imagine his surprise when Carl sat next to him. There was an awkward silence at first, but as y/n continued to write in one of his many journals he noticed Carl looking at him every once in a while.

He thought this would go on for the rest of the time there but he heard Carl clear his throat. "So... What are the journals for?"

Y/n looked at him quizzically. "It's just a hobby. I just like to write about things." He answered quietly.

"I knew that, I heard you talking to Maggie earlier. I wanted to know about what you write about." Carl looked at the many books in y/n's bag. Seeing this the h/c-ette/blond took out five journals.

"This blue one is kind of like a diary, I write about what's happened to me in their. I just think that it'll be important one day, kind of like a record of our history. . ." y/n slowly flipped through the pages, it was evident in the pages that he's been writing in it way before the world ended.

"This red one is about plants and animals, it helped me survive out there. The yellow one has random stuff in it like how to build basic things like levers and chemistry. The black one is just more random stuff." Carl listened closely to what y/n said.

"And this leather one has all the stories of people i've met. It even has other things in their like how old they are and small details like that." Y/n smiled as he looked through the book. Every once in a while a photo of a person would appear, y/n's melancholy expression painted across his face.

"How did you get all of this? Its pretty cool and they look like you wrote them yourself." Carl pointed out.

"I didn't do it myself at first. Lots of people helped me with it." He explained. "They kept me safe, they taught me things, and they were. . .like family to me." Tears welled up in his eyes.

Carl frowned at y/n's sad expression. "Well your here now aren't you? We can be your new family now."

Y/n gave a sad smile as he wiped his tears away. "I wish you could. . . I like you guys. Your nice to me but. . . I won't live for long." Y/n gazed into the sunset.

"T-thats not true!" Carl grabbed his hand giving it a soft squeeze.

"But it is true Carl. . . your strong I can see that, I'm not. I got my parents killed; My mother died saving me all because I panicked."

"Then I'll protect you! I'll keep you safe."

"Thank you Carl but you shouldn't have to be my knight in shining armour."

"Then let's be friends first." Carl smiled.

"I'd like that" y/n smiled.

The moon was up, casting an eerie glow over the farm. Carl and y/n were sitting on the front steps while the adults were talking in the living room. They were quietly talking until Dale angrily left the house. Y/n quickly grabbed Carol's arm before she got away.

"What happened in there?"

Carol gave him a sad look before saying "It's nothing you need to worry yourself about."

Y/n unsatisfied with the answer hesitantly let go of Carol's arm and watched as everybody went their separate ways. Y/n turned to Carl. "Can I stay with you. . . I have a bad feeling that somethings going to happen." Carl gave him a nod and started walking to his tent.

It was calm and quiet, the moon was big and full in the night sky. It was peaceful. But it could only be peaceful for so long.

"AAGGHHH!!"

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Hello i’ve finally gotten around to posting the second chapter on tumblr, yes this is short but i will be shortly uploading the third chapter so stay tuned!

#x male reader #male reader #carl grimes x male reader #carl grimes #twd #the walking dead #twd x male reader #the walking dead x male reader

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mrsvalentinefucker1 · 9 months

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Positions: Mista x f!reader x Bruno x abbacchio

You walked into the restaurant you worked for. There were always the regulars you sat and tended to.

“Benvenuto, buonasera.. are you ready to order?”

The man who you could only assume was the leader of this group looked into your sweet e/c eyes.

“Can we have just a moment please?”

“Sure thing. I’ll be back in 10 minutes.”

You left to tend to other tables. It was always a relief when they walked into the door. You knew from experience that they tipped big. More than 30 percent of their bill.

Finally you headed back to the men’s table

“Are we all ready now?” You smiled

“Of course, Leone, would you like to go first?”

Leone nodded as he began to order, mista was next and then finally the Capo, Bruno Bucciarati.

“Alright, I’ll get these back to the kitchen and I’ll come back with your wine!” The man smiled at you.

You came back to pour the men their wine.

Bruno taking extra notice to your delicate hands holding the glass and bottle.

“Thank you, y/n.” His eyes make contact with yours

“You’re welcome, signore..” you let yourself fall into his soothing gaze, as if you lost track of time.

You left for 5 minutes, bringing the men’s orders to their table.

“Hey where is the other guys? Just you two today?”

“Yes, they other 3 are out of town.. on a business trip.”

“Oh. Well that must be fun.” You giggled

“Here you all go. Is there anything else I could get you?”

“More wine.” The tall man they called Leone Abbachio, said sternly “now preferably.”

“Yes, signore, mi dispiace.. I’ll be right back.”

“Leone.” Bruno’s voice was stern. “You could have been more respectful.”

Bruno watched your figure as you speed walked away, getting stopped by another table that was complaining. Watching you apologize a million times.

He heard mista in the background

“Yeah man, she’s working her tail off here.”

“Mista, you shut it.” Abbacchio said completely embarrassed by what his capo had pointed out. Letting his head hang a little low.

“Here is that wine.” You began to fill Leone’s glass. You held the bottle up asking if either of the men wanted anymore and of course they did, you filled Mista’s glass and topped off Bruno’s. He was watching your hands hold his glass, moving his gaze to your face. So delicate and beautiful.. even when you’re stressed. Your hair shaping your face beautifully.

The glass clinked as you gasped the noise rudely interrupting his daydreaming.

The red wine stained the tablecloth and the man’s white pants.

“I’m- oh my god. I’m so sorry! Here let me help you!” You grabbed the glass and set it up while you began to wipe up whatever you could

“What the hell! Lady are you on drugs or something?! Do you know who we ar-“

“Leone.” Bruno’s voice was stern. “It’s not a problem, y/n.”

You sat on your knees right next to his legs looking down at the mess you made on his expensive pants. “I’m so sorry, signore Bucciarati.”

Bruno couldn’t help but imagine you doing other things in this position. His mind began to wonder. He stood up which startled you.

“It’s ok, y/n. non cé diche”

You stood up and your face felt hot.

“Could you bring me the check, y/n?”

“It’s on the house..” you hung your head

He pulled at couple bills out of his pocket,

“Should this cover it?”

“150?!” Bucciarati your meal wasn’t that expensive!” “Keep the change then.” He grabbed your hand and kissed it.

The group left.

———

“Bucciarati, do you like that chick?” Mista abruptly asked

“Yeah Bruno, what’s up with you and her? She ruined your suit.” Abbachio did the same

The man smiled “I just think we need to show her a little bit of respect. She works hard.”

“Does she work hard or make you hard” mista began cackling as he nudged Bruno.

Abbachio elbowed Mista earning a grunt and stopping the laughter.

Bruno didn’t answer, only smiled.

“We should invite her back home. I think it would be good for all of us.”

“You know we can’t let her know where he hide out.” Abbachio intervened “we’d have to kidnap her.” He chuckled

———

The next day before you got to work you ran into Bruno.

“Buonasera y/n.”

“Buonasera, signore.”

“I have a little question for you, if you’re interested.”

You held your hands behind your back “sure bucciarati.. anything!”

“Would you like to come back to my place? It’s just me, Abbachio and Mista for a couple of days.”

“Oh, uh, sure! I’d love to.”

“Great, come with me.”

“Oh but I can’t. I have work right now.”

“Don’t worry about it. I know the owner and I got you the night off.”

“Really?! That’s amazing! Well what are we waiting for! Let’s go!”

The man led you to an alley.

“What are we doing here?”

“You can’t really know where I live. It’s secret.” He laughed and handed you a blind fold “so we’re playing a game.”

“A game?”

“Put it in and hold my hand.”

You did as you were told.

Soon you were to his home.

“Oh hey Bruno. What’s up? Oh no way! You actually did it?!” He let out a laugh “we were only joking!”

“Mista. Shes here willingly.”

You were confused by the men.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing cara. Come in.” He untied your blindfold

“Oh wow. It’s beautiful..”

Mista handed you a bag. “Here this is for you. Bruno bought you something yesterday on our way home.”

You peeped in the bag, lingerie?

“What’s this for?”

“Our night..”

“Have you ever taken three men before, Y/n?” Abbachio asked

You shook your head “no..”

“Todays your lucky day.” Mista gripped your waist from the front as he kisses your neck.

Bruno doing the same from behind.

“Oh god are you going to kill me?” You asked as your breath became unsteady.

“Of course not, Bella.”

The men slipped your shirt off, then took your pants off swiftly with your panties.

“Let us help you into this, ok?” Bruno kissed your hips.

You nodded. Your head was spinning.

They slipped you into the lingerie. All of them taking a step back to admire your body. You were perfect.

“Abbachio.” Bruno looked over to him

“Yes bucciarati?”

“Take her ass. Mista take her mouth and ill take her pussy.” He nodded

“All right!” Mista celebrated his small victory

Abbacchio lifted you up and laid you onto his chest undoing his pants to let his member meet with your ass.

Bruno walked over to do the same with your pussy. Mista already leaking with precut walked over to your mouth

“Open it up baby.” You did as you were told and let him slid his member into your mouths

“Tell me. Are you a virgin?” Bruno looked at your pussy, it looked untouched.

You nodded.

“Good..” he began to lick your pussy to get you ready to take him. Abbacchio spit on his hand to get his cock lubed up to slid inside of you.

You let moans flow freely around Mistas cock. Earning a moan of his own form the vibrations. “Fuck, your throat is so warm.. god I just want to.” He grabbed your head and strayed thrusting into it, abbachio did the same with your ass.

“Fuck y/n.. guess you aren’t so bad after all. You’re tighter than a motherfucker!” Abbacchio let the curses spill from his lips. Bruno finally slid himself into your pussy. Letting you adjust. Your mind went blank. The pleasure was too much. You looked down and put one of your hands onto your stomach. Where a small buldge formed.

“God. I didn’t know I was that big..” Bruno’s breath hitched.” He began thrusting hard into your core. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You let the men use your body however they wanted.

“I’m gonna cum. God her mouth is toooo~ good!!” Mista moaned out as he began thrusting more rough. Filling your mouth with his cum. Watching you swallow every last drop.

“Fuck! Oh god! Bruno! You have no idea how- ugh how bad I’ve wanted this! Fuck me! Fuck me so full of your seed! Please signore!!” You moaned out

“I will y/n. I’ve wanted you for longer than you could’ve possible known!! I’ll fill you, then you’ll be mine forever, right y/n?”

“God yes!”

You had abbachio in your ear “Fuck y/n what a slut. You’re taking both of us so good. I’m gonna cum and fill that pretty ass up!!”

“Please..” your orgasm rushed over you.

“C- ugh- cumming!!” You let out a loud moan, Bruno kissed you to cover it up as he and abbachio filled your holes with their cum

“You sure are something y/n.” Abbachio said

“She sure is.” Bruno kissed you, cock still inside of you.

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klaus-is-a-goddamn-mood · 2 years

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pjo incorrect quotes since this kinda blew up last time?

also recommend and fandoms you'd like and i'll see what i can do.

jason: Can you please be serious for five minutes? leo: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

will: Violence isn't the answer. nico: You’re right. will: *sighs in relief* nico: Violence is the question. will: What? nico, bolting away: And the answer is yes. will, running after them: NO-

leo: I can explain. frank: Can you? leo: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.

dionysus: i went through an entire character arc during quarantine dionysus: i became more evil if you’re curious chiron: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still! dionysus: i’m going to get worse on purpose

percy, in a high voice, holding barbie: hey ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career! annabeth, in a deep voice, holding ken: nonsense, barbie. you’re staying home and having my kids grover: what the fuck are you guys doing? percy: playing systemic oppression

hazel: Hey, nico? Can I get some dating advice? nico: Just because I’m with will doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

piper: Fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10? Strive for greatness. jason: Next time you’re working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice. Burn your ex’s house down. You can do it. I believe in you. thalia: There were so many mixed messages in that I can’t-

frank: Tonight, one of you will betray us. leo: Is it me, frank? frank: No, it’s not you. percy: Is it me, frank? frank: It’s not you either. jason: Is it me, frank? frank: frank, mockingly: Is IT mE frank?

zeus, at a restaurant: You guys should get the orange soda, it's amazing. hades: Okay Waiter: Can I get you guys anything to drink? zeus: Orange soda, please! hades: I'll have the strawberry soda. poseidon: Me too, strawberry soda. zeus:

apollo: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat? zeus: >:O language artemis: Yeah watch your fucking language hera: OKAY WHO TAUGHT ARTEMIS THE FUCK WORD? ares: 'The fuck word'. athena: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time artemis: Oh my god they censored it ares: Say fuck, athena. artemis: Do it, athena. Say fuck.

apollo: Time for plan G. zeus: Don’t you mean plan B? apollo: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. artemis: What about plan D? apollo: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. hera: What about plan E? apollo: I’m hoping not to use it. ares dies in plan E. athena: I like plan E.

persephone: You love me, right, hades? hades: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

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Emotional Giving; a Jilymicrofic

For @jilymicrofics using March prompt 1: troubled. Words: 949

“Evans looks troubled.”

Read it on Ao3 or under the cut

James slumped in his seat, as though the frown on Lily Evans’s face was a personal failure. Never mind that she was several tables away, ensconced amongst the rest of her cabin, the few yet remarkable children of Hecate, the goddess of magic. The setting sun lit the Long Island farm in streaks of pink and ash blue, and didn’t spare her mane of dark red hair, or the green cast of her eyes. Sirius was well-trained in making these observations. After more than a year of listening to James evangelise about the seven wonders of the world and how all of them revolved around the prone-to-shouting junior counsellor, he could tick them off in his head, saving his ears (if not his mental capacity) from the assault of James’s moping.

“I’m sure she can talk to one of her siblings about it,” Sirius said, biting off a mouthful of dinner. The worst part of being a demigod, he thought, wasn’t being chased by monsters, or hated by his mother, or condemned to a short, dangerous life. It wasn’t even being used as a pawn in the games and squabbles of the immortals. No: it was having to sacrifice a bit of his dinner each night as an offering to his father. The best bit, generally. What a waste.

“But why would she be upset?” James continued, shoving his glasses up his nose. “I watched her all day today. She did really well in archery.”

Sirius snorted. “Creepy.”

“No, I –” James flushed. “We were doing all the same activities!”

“Sure.”

“We were,” James insisted, and Sirius clamped down on his lower lip, suppressing a laugh. James’s face glowed with outraged earnestness. “And I wasn’t even annoying her.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, I did accidentally kick her in the face when we were on the climbing wall in the lava mode, but I apologised.” Sirius shoved his knuckles into his mouth, eyes dancing. James ran his fingers through his hair. “She wouldn’t hold that against me, would she?” He craned his neck.

“No. Of course not. That would be ridiculously unfair.” If Sirius was Evans, he’d never forgive James, but saying that aloud wasn’t going to lead to a very pleasant evening. He took another bite.

The agreement forged quiet for a time, and Sirius started to fancy himself rather a son of Hephaestus, if he could build peace that quickly. That was what those kids did, right? Build things? Sirius devoted very little time to thinking about them, if he was honest. They sat over nearer to the hills, silhouetted against the rolling strawberry fields. The fire in the brazier crackled, and overhead, the stars came out. Somewhere up there was the constellation he’d been named for. And all the outlines of the heroes. Had they ever been stuck at camp the way he was, distracted from matters of life and death by – James’s humming?

Sirius sighed and put his fork down.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“James.”

James tossed a little golden bouncing ball from hand-to-hand as he stared across the pavilion. He screwed up half his face. “It’s only… well, I thought I could cheer her up.”

“By imitating a circus act?”

James threw the ball at his face. It ricocheted off Sirius’s forehead and landed in the grass. Sirius clapped slowly.

“She’ll love that trick,” he said. James huffed. “Your propensity for violence, too. You could really be a son of Ares. You’re the complete package.”

“I just want to talk to her,” said James. “If she’s upset, you know, I don’t like it. I want her to be happy. If it is about the fact I almost kicked her into a lava pit…”

“You can always promise not to kick so hard next time.”

“Sirius,” James implored. “Come on. Loads of girls like you. What do you do?”

Sirius shrugged. “They like me because I don’t talk to them. Mystery. Ignore Evans for the next three years and you’ll have a good chance.” But James only fixed him with the most pathetic, grovelling look he’d ever seen, clasping his hands under his chin, widening his eyes until they watered, wobbling the bottom lip. Sirius sighed. “I don’t know. You just have to treat her normally. Be nice. Go over and give her something.”

“What would I give her?” James said. “She can get all the food and drink I can get.” His gaze flicked to the dirt-encrusted ball.

“It’s not that important,” Sirius said quickly, shutting that idea down. “It’s more – emotional, uh, giving than anything.”

“Emotional giving.” James nodded furiously. Over at the Hecate table, Evans said something to one of the older girls, and then miserably twined some pasta around her fork. Something was certainly up with her. “Right. Okay. I’m going to go up to her, and I’ll say something like, ‘hey, Evans, you did really good today, especially when you disarmed Snape.’ Compliments are good.”

“Yeah,” Sirius agreed. James nodded again – he was starting to resemble one of those dollar-store bobbleheads – and pushed his plate aside.

“Go on,” Sirius encouraged, “you’ve got this.” Maybe this time, James could act normal and actually get somewhere with the girl he liked. Maybe Evans would stop targeting them in Capture the Flag, if she thought James wasn’t a complete idiot. Sirius leaned back and prepared to observe.

James inhaled deeply, and then cupped his hands around his mouth. “Hey!” he shouted. “Hey, Evans! EVANS!”

The whole pavilion turned to stare at him. Evans twisted in her seat, eyes flashing with anger.

“James,” Sirius hissed desperately. “James –”

“You look troubled!”

Sirius buried his head in his hands. Nope. Maybe the twenty-second time would be lucky.

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Percy Jackson spoilers episode 8

I'm not joking, i commented everything.

(i'm putting the episode in pause to write everything... So i don't have to do 10000 posts about this episode, so if you are reading this, hold your horses because this is going to be a long post (probably) not edited, from a person watching this in Europe starting to watch this at 3:11 am... And English is not my first language, so...sorry before hand)

LUKE!!! LUKE TALKING?! REALLY?! LIKE... COME ON!!! Don't do this to me... Not me vibing with the foreshadowing just in the begining of the episode.

THOSE WHO WENT ALL "WUAHHH WHERE'S THE TRAING LESSON FROM LUKE?" HERE IT IS!!! YOU REALLY THOUGHT THEY WON'T SHOW IT BEFORE MAKING PERCY FIGHT A GOD?! (I mean, they could have...but come on!... That would have being insane and would have make Percy to op and this works perfectly to remind us the "bond" between Percy and Luke at camp, just before what readers knew It was going to happen)

Oh~ i love the Ares doesn't take well that others think he can't have a single original thought... But i LOVE more that he literally decided to go with the "say hi to your mommy for me" like... Ares my man, god of war, sir... You fucked up so badly with just that... That kid is going to make Hephaestus and his chain-net over you and Aphrodite look like a fun story after Percy "son of Sally" Jackson finish humilliate you.

Aaaaand we got golden Blood + enemy for Life (Where's the curse, sir? Where's the "your sword will fail you when you most need it"?)

Uh! Pretty helmet~ I said it before, and i repeat myself, Hades has good taste in art.

I like the "the last war on olympus caused wwii" and not like the book, i like It better this way, like "everything is the gods fault" because It is. (I'm sure Luke will comment this at some point)

Also, Annabeth clueless because she wasn't there... I'm like, yeah, it's the one of the trio that could catch up just by context, she IS the wise girl after all.

THE NECKLACE WITH HER FATHER'S RING!!! OMG!!!! ANNABETH, DARLING, DEAR... I LOVE THIS, SO MUCH.

(Leah is Annabeth, look at her!!! If someone says something bad about her acting just because their racism... i hope Apollo write their names in the plague list or the bad music for the rest of their lifes one... I hope there's a list for that)

Grover: e-mail? Maybe?

Percy: *nah, it's time those gods know what they are dealing with* what's the Glory on that?

(Walter, dear boy, your face in that moment...perfect Percy moment just there)

OH MY GODS!!! I NEED A TOUR IN THAT OLYMPUS!!! but again...WHY THE FUCKING ARCHES?!?!?!

Okay... Hold on! HOLD ON!!! THEY DID A THING HERE I THINK COULD EXPLAIN THE FUCKING ARCHES...THE ARCHERS MIGHT NOT GIVE ME NIGHTMARES.

(Look behind, there are temples with easter asian architecture and i spot a building that reminds me a bit of Santa Sofia or Saint Peter of the Vatican... So... Maybe they are implying that not only the greek gods are chilling there in olympus? That could be interesting.)

Luke, i'm seeing you...

WoW!! Wooooo!!! Not the Annabeth IS terrify of spiders coming now and from him, Luke himself, just to say "hey! Demigods are small but if the gods thinks you are scary they'll kill you" GODS they are MAKING Luke soooo much justice, like, he needs to be like this if they didn't portrait him like this "big brother figure" it would be incomprehensible that so many Demigods will follow him. He IS a leader. He IS reliable.

Seriously, i'm in LOVE with all that Big city vibe of the olympus... Like... I Understand why Annabeth wants to be architect after seeing all that. (Disney, you better give us something good in the 5th season, and i have high hopes for the laberinth after seeing this)

I'm so sad about the death of Zeus actor... I'm liking a lot how he is acting Zeus, like a fucking CEO know-it-all Who thinks Percy is wasting his time saying things he already know but doesn't want to believe yet. "I will not be weaken by my brothers" darling, Zeus, that's the youngest brother part of you speaking. Shut the fuck up and listen to the kid.

Percy speaks facts.

Oh!!! Daddy Ken, i mean, Poseidon is here, protecting his kid~. (Better solution than turning him into a tree, actually showing up, heh!)

BEG YOUR FUCKING PARDON!? IM ALREADY EMOTIONAL BECAUSE MY OTHER FICTIONAL FATHER FIGURE IN MY OTHER SILLY SHOW MIGHT DIE THIS FRYDAY... WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU MADE POSEIDON SAY "I SURRENDER" TWICE!!! TO FUCKING ZEUS!!! TO PROTECT PERCY?! I FUCKING LOVE THE SHOW.

Hermes IS the FUCKING snitch of the olympus.

Poseidon : "Who knows about father?"

Zeus: "Ares, Hades, you, i... And fucking Hermes so..."

Both: "everyone, then..."

He really asked Mr. Impertinent if he is obedient?! Hahahaha... Poseidon, dear beach daddy, sir... He is yours and Sally's, what makes you think he'll be obedient?!

"Ares IS a moron" sooooo ... Percy speaks facts because he speaks his father language then. Sorry, this is funnier than i thought It would be. Poseidon being an affectionate father for like 3 seconds before the daddy issues kicked in and push his son away with magic...

THIS. This here with the victorius Hero looking at the defeated who even "dead" had safe his life. Because the mention of Thalia's death was enough for Zeus to spare Percy's life... She had save Percy by being dead and make her father feel guilty for that. Also, he left camp making jokes about the tree and Thalia's death, and look how serious and respectful he looks now. Admiring that tree, Thalia, and all what she means to the demigods... (Maybe i'm reading too much into It, but i liked this frames too much)

Did i spot a pair of twins?! I need the second season NOW and i'm not even half way of the last episode of the first one...

SECOND HUG OF ANNABETH TO PERCY!!! AND HE IS SMILING!!! BOY I WANT TO HUG THEM BOTH... MY BABYS...

Oh~ they are going to do this "Clarise IS guilty but we couldn't risk a war here" to the end so the show watchers don't see It coming. Okay... I like how they are doing this.

Luke and Percy alone in the forest while Annabeth watches Clarise... Yeah... This is it.

I like the lights changing colors because of the fireworks but just giving more dramatic contrast to all the scene. Oh~ Luke's face... My gods!! (These kids are making me insane with how good actors they are!!!)

Luke trying to recruit Percy because he sees himself reflected in Percy, with their mothers suffering because of the gods. "This wasn't to betray you Percy. My enemies are the gods." SEE!!! RIGHT THERE!!! THAT'S A BOY ABOUT TO REBEL AGAINST HIS FATHER, TRYING TO RECRUIT HIS FRIENDS BECAUSE HE IS RIGHT BUT USING THE WORSE WAYS POSSIBLE TO DO THINGS!!!

I said it before, and i'm saying It again... I LOVE THE SHOW.

BACKBITER!!!!! OH MY GODS!!! THAT SWORD IS...HAVE YOU ALL SEE THAT!!! IT FUCKING CUT ANYTHING.

"WE is the word Zeus fear most." And again, as i said above, he is so RIGHT and so wrong at the same time. Luke speech is a 10/10

Percy's reaction. PERCY'S REACTION!!! first to Luke's speech. And then when he wounded Luke with his own sword, he INMEDIATELY apologize to him. "Sorry, i didn't mean to..." Because he knows Luke is being manipulated by Cronos, he still sees him as a friend. And that's why he is scared, also because Luke cut him back, but because his friend is choosing to betray him.

WOOOO!!! ANNABETH?! WOOOOO... LUKE'S FACE!!! ANNABETH'S FACE!!! MY GODS!!! THOSE KIDS!!!

Chiron: "Cronos is persuasive"

Percy: "i'm a seaweed brain, stubborn as fuck... I'll be fine..."

I love Dionysus. Like...

Dionysus: "wait, wait, wait... Peter Johnson, why is everyone calling you Percy?"

Percy: "i'm Percy Jackson, that's my name"

Dionysus: "are you sure? You don't look like a Percy to me, Peter"

A seaweed brain, has being delivered and i'm vibing, living, happy...

ANNABETH IS GOING TO DISNEYWORLD AND PERCY SMILING MADE HER WORRY SHE WILL BE IN TROUBLE THERE!!! SHE IS SO ADORABLE!!! I'LL PROTECT THAT CHILD WITH MY LIFE, I SWEAR TO ALL THE GODS!!!

Grover!!! GROVER TELLING PERCY HE IS GOING TO SEARCH FOR PAN IN THE SEA!!! AND PERCY ACTING LIKE A NEPO BABY!!! LOVED IT!!!

Baby coming back to the beach House... Sally!!!!!!!!!!

Nooooooooooo... Fucking Cronos!!!!

Sally: *all worried* "another nightmare?"

Persassy: "grampa"

Sally: *i swear i saw her roll her eyes* "don't call him that"

I LIKE THE END OF GABE!!!! FUCK YOU GABE!!! Sally is divorcing him, change the locks and his first question to his lawyer is if he knows how to pick a lock... Fuck you, Gabe~

He turning himself into a statue because he opened a box for Percy (wich IS illegal) and after he called the head of Medusa gross... Poetic justice.

(i'm ending to watch this and write this at 5:22... My brain isn't braining anymore. So... Tomorrow i'll post a separated part about the thrones of the gods and maybe trying to put my degree in good use and picking all the art references i could and make a post about them)

#pjo tv show #percy jackon and the olympians #Percy Jackson spoilers #pjo episode 8 #seriously spoilers of everything

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Monday, January 15

BUFFY: Ms. Barton? MS. BARTON: (stops and faces her) Buffy? Whoa! WILLOW: Are you okay, Ms. Barton? MS. BARTON: (smiles widely) Oh, I'm cool, Willow. (realizes) Willow... That's a tree. (giggles) You're a tree! Willow and Buffy exchange a look. MS. BARTON: (looks around) Yeah, uh, uh, are there any nachos in here, little tree? BUFFY: A-are you sure you don't need some fresh air, Ms. Barton? MS. BARTON: (laughs hysterically) Okay... (goes into the crowd)

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Sing with me kiddo! Chin up~ Chin up~ Put a little laughter in your eyes! Brave it~ Save it~ Even though you're feeling otherwise! Pahahahahahaa! Isn't singing fun!~

Spinel has a PTSD panic attack

Randy kissed his cheek and giggled. “Al- Alright alright.. I w- won’t be all sm- smoozy with y- you… a- at least not for n- now.” He took one final sip of his coffee and placed the bits for all three cups down on the table before getting up. “W- Well, I figure w- we’ll have a couple hours t- to kill before listening i- in on the meeting. L- Let’s go back t- to your place and celebrate! I- I have a little s- something I’ve been w- wanting to give you!” He headed for the door, a light, confident bounce in his step.

"Uh, yes sir--" Spinel blurted timidly, then covered his mouth and froze a moment. He breathed, then shook it off and quickly followed after the ram, feeling disgusted with himself for that. Once outside he quickly forced himself back in to arrogance, tail flicking slightly. He still wasn't feeling all too well but feigned confidence and pride, forgetting the flower would be showing the immense discomfort that kept lingering and wrapping around all his thoughts. Even the good ones like feeling flattered started to trail back to Uncle Candy, and he was honestly just glad to be getting far away from that near lookalike for the time.

Randy blushed upon being called ‘sir,’ but pretended not to hear him. As they walked, he looked over at him, watching the flower’s colors share his true feelings. He looked curiously at Spinel, then back forward. “… wh- why are y- you feeling so e- embarrassed?” he asked, still looking forward with the phantom of a smile on his lips. “Ar- Aren’t you gl- glad I think you’re more th- than just a pretty f- face?” he chuckled and softly nudged him with his rump.

He glanced over with a flat and uninterested stare, head held high. "Of course I am but I don't see why you were so surprised at my 'genius'." He snorted and looked away a bit. "Seemed like the obvious thing to do." He shook a hoof off a little as he walked, "Ugh I touched him..."

He rolled his eyes and gave his neck a little lick. "Oh c- come on be n- nice. He is helping us.. Even if he doesn't know it." He smiled as they walk, stealing a few licks and kisses every now and then. He couldn't help being so affectionate, even thought the 'act' was over. He realized Spinel would probably get all grumpy at him eventually, so after on last shoulder kiss, he focused on walking instead of praising him silently with little affectionate gestures.

"Yeah well if he doesn't know, that just makes it more risky because he's a fucking idiot, Randy. An easily pushed around blabbermouth." The kisses and licks were a little flustering but they kept him able to continue feigning his confidence. But on the inside it felt like he was swimming in disgusting oatmeal smelling tar while he was gasping for whatever emotions he could to keep himself looking 'fine' otherwise.

Randy frowned a bit. "Hey.. Th- the poor guy doesn't know an- any better. I- If anything, he'd be j- just as horrified as a- any pony else who found out C- Candy was the s- sick bastard we kn- know him as." He looked at him with a hint of concern. The flower was now a raging storm of colors, most of which were colors that meant he was brooding about something. When they reached a street corner, he tried to wave a taxi down. As they waited, he looked at Spinel with a timid, worried look. ".. S- Something on y- your mind?"

"Oh don't start feeling sorry for him, he's what, in his 20s? And if he still doesn't know he's probably delivering drugs and fuck tokens to sick assholes who are using them on Celestia knows what then I hate to break your bubble, he's just a really big moron." He frowned, looking off. He felt a wave of sickness come over him suddenly but gulped it back, shuddering. And then he broke in to a pace at the question, snorting a few times through his nostrils. "I hate him. I hate him. I hate him more than any pony could ever understand. I fucking hate him. And I-" he made a dry heaving sound a moment, "I talked like him I-- I--"

Randy quickly trotted after him and circled around to stop him from going any further. "W- Woah woah e- easy..." He looked at Spinel, the concern on his face growing. "Th- That wasn't C- Candy you know... It was his brother. His naive br- brother who isn't purposefully t- trying to hurt any pony..." He gently put his hooves on Spinel's chest. "I kn- know that they m- must look similar... B- But they definitely aren't the same pony." He gently rubbed his chest and continued to stare at him with a worried look. "... L- Lets get a taxi and get y- you in a bath... Okay?"

"You don't know that...!" he said suddenly in a highly distressed voice, "I mean he has a fucking dog as a fiance so who the hell knows what things he's not saying...! For all we know that whole family could be secretly fucked up. We. Don't. Know." He wanted to start pacing again, but Randy was keeping him there so instead his two front legs continued to lift and fall. "Why couldn't it just be Candy? Why couldn't it just be that simple?!" He didn't know how to express why this was so distressing. The thought alone distressed him even further, because a moment he considered Sugar like a relative of his own only because he still felt-- He made another dry heave and began shaking, eyes losing clarity.

Randy watched him become reduced to a scared, anxious heap and he pulled him into a small hug. "H- Hey hey.. I- It's alright...."'he whispered. "... L- Look, now th- that S- Sugar's been bugged, we'll be able t- to find out if th- that's true.. If Sugar is m- messed up like his br- brother. B- But we c- can't let that worry us now. A- And even if h- he is.. It doesn't really m- matter does it? Wh- What matters is that we kick that b- bastard t- to the curb." He waved a taxi down, and helped Spinel inside. "L- Let's just... be pr- proud that we've scored an- another little victory over that stupid f- fucker whose fault th- this all really is.. Okay?" He softly rubbed his shoulder.

He nodded, keeping quiet as he sat down in the taxi. He leaned on Randy, eyes still not all there as one hoof snaked around blindly until it could find his hoof which was then squeezed tightly. Every passing moment he kept hearing more and more of that voice and laughter in his head, and as it grew in to a roaring hurricane in his mind it seemed to manifest suddenly in to something worse. He actually cried out, flinching badly as he quickly hid his face to Randy's neck.

Randy squeezed his hoof back softly, and gently nuzzles the top of his head. ".. Y- You're gonna b- be okay," he said in a soft voice. "I- I'm here, I- I'll protect y- you..." He softly shushed him, and continued to squeeze his hoof. "H- He won't hurt you a- again... N- Not as l- long as I'm h- here... Shhhh shh shh..." He pressed his lips to his forehead and reached around with his other hoof, pulling Spinel into a hug.

"He didn't-...." he choked out and trailed off, clinging on to the ram and not caring if they were in a taxi. Not until the taxi pony impatiently tried to check in with them to ask where they wanted to go, which was promptly greeted with a VERY angry Spinel who was yelling at the top of his voice at the driver, "Just shut the FUCK UP and drive your ass to Polished Dreams and MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS ASSHOLE!"

Randy softly pulled him back into the hug, and looked at the driver, afraid he'd kick them out. "Pl.. Please... Just drive o- okay? I'll d- double the f- fare if you c- can get us there in l- less than five...." He returned his attention on Spinel, and let go of his hoof so he could full on hug him, stroking his back and softly rocking him. A few bars at a time, he hummed their lullaby, still rubbing his back, and pressing his cheek to the side of his neck.

Spinel was trembling between rage and disgust. At first, the hugging didn't seem to help. It just made that horrible sick feeling worse and he could swear he was drowning helplessly in completely different arms at the time, but even still clinging. The humming was the only thing that made him realize this wasn't true, and he began to gulp in air and let it out heavily, slower and slower until his breathing was finally able to settle. He spoke weakly, "I... tried... I couldn't do it... I tried..."

He didn't know what Spinel meant by that, and he kept rocking him softly. ".. All th- that matters i- is that you tr- tried your best.." He softly kissed his forehead once, before keeping him in a tight embrace. The taxi pulled up in front of the store, and he softly loosened up the hug. "W- We're here," he whispered softly.

Spinel nodded, gulping heavily and breathing in deep one more time as he let his features melt in to indifference as he walked out. Of course inside he was still seething, but he didn't want other ponies seeing him like this. Thinking that, it surprised him, because he realized he had one exception where he once had none. He glanced at Randy for a long time before he started to walk to the side elevator.

Randy paid the taxi nearly triple instead of double, as an added tip. "Th- Thank you," he said as he followed Spinel to the elevator. Randy softly leaned on him as they waited, his hoof blindly searching for and grabbing hold of Spinel's hoof. He gave it a small squeeze, and stepped into the elevator with him when it arrived. He kept holding his hoof all the way to the suite floor, and even when they reached the door.

Spinel kept eerily silent and stoic the whole way, slowly walking to the suite and not even giving the guard so much as a glance as he let the two of them inside. The moment the door shut though, he collapsed to the floor and started hitting his free hoof on it over and over in anger and pain, biting back tears and making strained noises. He hated this. He completely hated this. He was being so weak and such a huge disappointment and all after he made such a big effort to do a good job. Randy taking care of him like this was so humiliating and even moreso because he was clinging to him for it.

Randy sat on the floor next to him, and softly rubbed his back with his free hoof. "... You d- did good today," he said softly, once Spinel had stopped hitting the floor. ".. Y- You should b- be proud." He let go of Spinel's hoof so he could wrap his foreleg around his shoulder. ".. I- I am... Pr- proud of y- you that is." He hugged Spinel from the side and stared at him. "... Y- You want me to g- go draw up a b- bath? ... M- Maybe order us some o- of that ch- chow mien too?" He asked with a soft, calming voice. "O- Or I c- can maybe dr- drop by the c- cake store Wh- while you take your b- bath... P- pick s- something up for y- you..."

"Bath..." he nodded, unable to get many words out. He took some heavy shaking breaths, "Not...not hungry... Don't go..." He managed to pull himself up so he could stand again, staring at the floor. He started laughing suddenly.

He got up also, and softly stroked his shoulder. "... I- I'll go get it st- started..." He said in a hushed voice, looking concerned about the sudden outburst of laughter. He went to the bathroom and began drawing water from the faucet, testing it and letting it run so it could get nice and warm before he plugged the tub. After that he stayed knelt by the tubside, just staring at the water and playing with it quietly.

He continued to laugh for a while, nodding again and again at Randy's voice. He had no control of himself. It was horrifying and suffocating and he just wanted things to be normal. He took off what he was wearing and tossed it on a couch, looking around at the suite that now looked strange to him. He let his eyes wander over every detail, re-familiarizing himself with it, reminding himself that all of this belonged to him. That he earned it. That he wasn't what he once had been, that he was far better than anything Candy could have made him. And on top of that, he was the one to tear down Osiris. He already won. This was just stomping out the last cinder. Easy. Easy. He finally found his comfort and went to the bath, taking the flower and putting it on the sink counter. He nuzzled his nose to Randy's mane and took in his scent a moment before stepping in to the tub and sitting. He stared at Randy timidly for a while in silence, then cracked a smile. "Grab me a bath bomb...?"

Randy nodded, a complacent look on his face. "Wh- Where are they?" he asked, his hoof still playing with the water. The laughter had really.. Offset him.

He pointed, "The gold basket behind you, just toss one in, any kind. Not the pink one though, that's uh... That kind that I use..." he cleared his throat and looked away a moment. He looked back, smile getting a little wider, but somehow more broken. "I'm going to be okay."

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