#gettin railed up by them boys

[misshugs]

₃The Cameragirl³ || snc

After a cheeky reply you might've regretted, you end up dragged into the office to have a little... talk.

contains: SMUT +18, oral (both ways), unprotected sex, cursing, pet names, alcohol consumption, no mention of Y/n

a/n: you asked, i delivered.

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

word count: 3k

[u n e d i t e d]

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You thought about how lucky it was for the room to be soundproof, glad that nobody will hear your screams. Although... it would be quite pleasant to let everyone know how they please you, how they touch you like nobody else.

The way you know only them could do it.

You didnt expect this to be the way you'd be doing your cardio, but it seemed destiny had some other plans.

[hours before]

You were basically shaking as they took you back onto the office, the thought of them asking about your stupid comments instead of going with the flow like they always did.

It was too obvious to be jokingly flirting this time, and they noticed.

And you were scared shitless.

You didn't know if they would genuinely go ahead with it or maybe let you know they're not interested, which made your stomach growl in response to your anxiety.

Well, to your hunger as well. You haven't eaten anything since yesterday.

They just got to sit you down on the table before listening to your poor stomach. They laughed.

"Right. You just woke up." Sam said as you shamelessly nodded your head out of embarrassment. "Then let us eat before talking it out. Wouldn't like for you to pass out on us."

"Come on, then." Colby continued, extending an arm to you, which you cheekishly ignored and stood up from the table wilst puffing your cheeks out. "Giving me an attitude? Yikes." He laughed.

"Didn't even help me out when I was stuck in Sam's arms? Yikes." You replied, walking out of the room. You could hear their chuckles before walking down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Heating yourself something to eat, they reluctantly got closer and sighed. "Hey, uh... we need to leave right now. There's this person we have to meet for another haunted place and this is the only time they have available. We completely forgot." Colby explained to you, looking back at his phone, guessing it was the message he received.

"Oh, okay. I'll be here, then." You said, giving him a side look before continuing making your food.

"You don't wanna come with us?" Sam asked.

"I wanna eat?"

"Right, right... well, we'll talk later, then. Don't think you're still safe." Sam smiled at you before walking away with Colby.

You rolled your eyes jokingly, but when they left, you let out a big sigh you've been restraining.

You were safe, for now at least. While thinking of a way to try and avoid the topic all together, you got a message. It was a mutual friend of yours, asking you to come to a party.

Quickly agreeing at the false sense of hope you received, she told you that the boys were also invited. She also agreed upon picking you up beforehand, since you weren't really going to do anything anyways so being early and prepping everything up was also a nice way to keep your mind out of the gutter.

After eating, you basically had the whole day for yourself, so you might as well prepare yourself earlier.

Thinking about them, you thought cautiosly about what to wear.

And honestly?

You felt like you needed to push their buttons a little bit more tonight. Yeah, whatever happened a few minutes ago made you a blushing mess, but at the same time, boy... the adrenaline you got from it sure was fun.

Then again, you guys weren't exactly together... so what's wrong with wearing something a bit more... revealing?

And so, it was decided. Searching throughout your closet, you found a short dress that fit your criteria for the night. With a slit through the back that went down to heaven and short slits on the side, making your thighs almost pop out.

It wasn't something you usually wore. Heck, you forgot you had it for all you remembered, but it looked so good in your skin that you just had to use it.

A couple of hours passed by and you were already at the party, getting things ready before some people started coming through. It didn't take long before the place began crowding with people.

The host, your friend, has been under the influence even before it all began. You were starting to get a bit tipsy yourself, getting loose at the dance floor whenever a good song started playing.

"Hey, quick question." Your friend yelled at you. "Where's Sam and Colby? They said they were busy and didn't know if they were gonna come." She explained. Looking at her with confusion, you then remembered.

"Oh! They're talking to someone for their next investigation, that's why." Unbeknownst to you, you were merely half right. Yes, they were talking with someone about their next location, but they also denied due to other reasons involving you.

Thinking about it, you believed they weren't going to arrive at the party, therefore, you were somewhat down at the thought. You wanted to tease them tonight, but it seems that your plan wasn't going to happen.

It didn't step you away from having fun, though. Drinking, dancing, talking with friends... it was a good time. That is, until a random dude you've never seen in your life started approaching.

Disinterest in your eyes was visible, but the guy seemingly ignored it completely and kept making the cringiest remarks you've heard in your life.

He tried to get closer to you, reaching out to your waist before you could try and run away.

Your heart racing at a thousand per hour, his hands were rough, almost certain that there might leave a mark on your fragile skin.

"Won'tcha come with me tonight, 'lil mama?" He smirked, holding you tight and close to him, making you almost puke.

"Get the fuck away from me!" You tried to scream, tried to push him away but to no use. You were still weak from your recent investigation after all.

"Now, come on. Don't do this to me, honey." Holding your chin on place, he made you look at him. "I can make you feel really g-"

"Back off dude, she's taken." You heard a familiar voice before finally setting free from his grasp. Colby was the first one you saw, taking off the guys arms from you.

Another set of hands held you softly by the waist, pulling you closer, away from him. Sam. You looked up at his face, he seemed mad.

He looked at you, now worry in his blue eyes. "You alright?" He asked softly in your ear, holding one of your hands to try and comfort you. You nodded quickly, glad that you've been saved once again.

Looking back at the guy, Colby was pushing him away. A determined stare down from his side, making the guy that was trying to gain your attention chuckle.

"Where were you, huh? When she was having fun all alone in the middle of the room? You're just tryna pull her off as well. You dipshits are nobody." He snarled back at Colby, annoyance in both their faces.

"We're not gonna let shits like you touch our girl, understand?"

You could barely hear what they were saying due to the loud music from every side, but you surely heard that last part.

Their girl? What did that even mean?

A visible smirk on Colby's lips when he turned around to look at Sam. You didn't think the next set of actions were the respond to this childish kids play, but you could feel Sam's soft hands on your chin, making you look at him and his lips interlocked with yours in an instant.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck, what was happening?

Was there a faucet running? Cause boy you were dripping wet. These men were driving you crazy.

You caught a glimpse of the now pissed guy walking off before Sam could pull away. When he eventually did, you looked at his smiling face for a second before reality hit you like a truck.

Your face flushed with a red tint on your cheeks. Looking back at Colby who was walking closer towards you, both of them now towering over you.

"I-I thought you guys weren't gonna make it?" You asked, genuinely confused now that you remembered your friend vividly explaining they were busy.

"We weren't, but our plans for the night switched places." Colby smirked at you, making Sam laugh at the remark, even more with your confused face.

You didn't understood at the time, but their plans were supposed to be you. "We finished earlier than expected, but then when we got home you weren't there." Sam explained. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"Well, she told me to come here early to help her out, so..."

"Ah, so you've been here for longer?" Colby asked, putting his hand on the slit on your back. "I guess I can't blame the guy, such a revealing outfit for so many hours..." He continued, slowly caressing your back with his hand, moving his hand down your bare skin. "I don't think I'd be able to hold it on a minute longer if I were him."

Shivers went throughout your whole body after listening to his words. "So if you didn't know we were coming, did you put this on for everyone else to see?" Sam asked, looking at you in the eyes. "I'm a bit jealous."

Your lip was quivering. The plan was to flirt back and tease them if they eventually came, but right now, you were speechless. The touch of their hands making your legs weak and shaky. A sudden hand up the side slit of your dress from Sam caught you slightly off guard, caressing your hip softly.

"Showing this much skin... Is this dress yours? Why have we never seen it before?" He asked.

"I don't.. I-I don't use it often." You managed to reply before panting at the constant feeling of getting touched by them. The adrenaline of someone possibly seeing what they were up to with you was nerve racking.

"We'll make you use it more often then, but only for us." Colby whispered, holding your ass and making you let out a soft moan. "We might as well have to find another place to chat more comfortably, what do you think, Sam?" He asked and Sam nodded.

Holding your hand tighter, he started walking away from the croud and into a random room from your friend's house. Closing the door, they noticed the music was barely heard. "Soundproof?" Sam asked.

"Seems like it."

"Most her rooms are..." You explained, making them look at eachother with a smirk before looking back at you.

"Good. You won't have to worry about screaming our names too loudly tonight then." Sam said.

"W-wha-" You could barely manage to say before Colby lifted you up and walked you to the bed.

Sitting you down, you looked up at them towering over you again.

"You're not escaping us tonight. You know that, right?" Colby began, crossing his arms.

"We're gonna have that... talk. Right now if we need to." Sam said, making you gulp.

"Can the talk be a bit more... dynamic?" You opened your legs slightly, which made them smirk.

"It was going to be from the start, sweetheart." Colby said with a deep tone, putting his hand on the insides of your thighs, quickly getting his hand closer to your heat. You sighed when you felt it, Sam fixing your hair behind your ear before getting closer to your face for another kiss.

While you kissed back, your legs closed a bit by instinct when you felt him playing with your clit through the fabric of your panties. "She's so wet, Sam." He informed, making Sam chuckle in the middle of the kiss, pushing his tongue deeper inside when you opened your mouth.

They made you lie down on the bed while your heated make out session with Sam didn't give you a second to even breathe. You moaned slightly when you felt your legs being pushed apart.

Sam slowly pulled down your dress, leaving your boobs out in the open, he separated from your lips and sighed. "No bra or anything, it almost seems like she was expecting us to fuck her." He said, pulling back only to see your whole view. "Fuck." He whispered.

Colby took off your damped panties and threw them to the floor, pushing up the skirt of your dress to have a clear view of your pussy.

You could see him licking and biting his lips while admiring the view. While sam went back to your soft, tasty lips, he began kneeding one of your breasts, playing with your nipple. You whined at the feeling, your heart racing at the touch.

Not a minute later, you could feel your legs being slightly lifted and a tongue licking your pussy, making you moan in between the kiss, letting Sam's tongue slip back in once again.

Shaking, you could feel Colby's tongue making circles around your clit, sucking at it, eating you up, making you arch your back at the feeling.

Sam separated from your lips and started giving you wet kisses around your face, slowly descending through your neck and onto your boobs, nibbling at your skin before making its way towars your nipple.

Sucking at it, you moaned softly and held onto his hair for support, while Colby kept on sucking and pushing his tongue inside of you, exploring every inch he's able to.

While Sam started sucking and licking one of your nipples, he made sure you were kept entertained. Putting two of his fingers inside your mouth for you to lick, you began sucking on them while drowning the moans in between.

From all of the stimulation, it didn't take long for you to cum all over Colby's face. He cleaned you up with his tongue, making sure to look at your erotic expressions whilst having Sam's fingers in your mouth, drooling all over them.

They both separated from you. You were filled with a sense of loss for a moment, but nothing that was going to stay for long. Sam sat behind you, making sure you lied your back on his chest while holding one of your breasts and opening up your legs.

Colby, enjoying the view, waited patiently for his friend to make you feel good. "Let's make sure you can suck us up well, yeah?" Said Sam while slowly moving the hand he had in your mouth down to your pussy.

Opening your lips with his fingers, he teased for a moment before pushing inside of you, making you moan and pull back your head on his shoulder.

One finger, then two, then three.

He stretched you up good while Colby was busy taking off his pants and looking at everything his eyes could manage from the view.

"Make sure Colby can see your pretty face." Sam whispered, thrusting quickly with his fingers. You could feel his bulge quickly rising behind you, poking your back.

You did as told, looking at Colby in the eyes while moaning and whining, your legs shaking at the feeling of being stretched out. "Colby... fuck. I need you."

"What do you need, baby?" He asked seductively, putting out his dick while you moaned at Sam's teeth biting onto your skin.

"You.. your dick... please." You whined.

"You want him to also make you feel good?" Sam asked while squishing one of your boobs and you nodded rapidly.

"Yeah. Yeah, please. Oh, fuck. Please." Pleading in such an erotic way, they couldn't just say no. Sam's fingers left you right before you were on the edge of yet another orgasm, but it didn't take long for something even better to take its place.

Colby's tip was slowly pushing in, making sure to not hurt you. You opened your mouth, taking out your tongue as the feeling was euphoric. He got closer and sucked on it before kissing you.

When he was completely inside, he began thrusting slowly but surely. Quickly speeding up when he felt you were already getting used to his length.

Moaning his name out, you looked back at Sam and whined for him as well, touching his erection from behind you, making him grunt. "Sam. Take... take it out." You panted in between moans.

And he did as told, quickly pulling out his dick while getting on his knees so that you could quickly hold it and put it inside your hot, wet mouth. "Oh, fuck." He let out when he felt your tongue up his friend.

You were quick to put it inside your mouth, bobbing your head up and down while getting railed up by Colby. The vibration of your moans sent shivers down Sam's spine. Holding your head up for support, he began thrusting inside your mouth as well.

It was a dream come true, you were on cloud 9, almost fainting at the pleasure you were receiving from both ends.

You didn't take long to cum, neither did them. After all, those teasing were killing them as well, they were just trying to hold it long enough for you to release yourself first.

You gulped down Sam's juices before pulling out, panting when he did. You were beat. If you barely had any strength before due to the recent investigation, now you were sure of it.

They made sure to clean you up before fixing your dress, giving you kisses all over your body, looking at the now visible hickeys all over your skin. "Gotta let people know you're taken. We can't have what happened before again." Colby whispered in your ear before kissing your cheek.

Breathing heavily, you nodded at them, not even entirely sure what you were agreeing upon.

"Well, that was a nice chat, was it not?" Sam said, smiling at your wobbly self.

"It really was, glad we could clear things up, right?" Colby continued. "I mean, I'm guessing you understand what we meant, right?"

You looked at him, getting your breath back together, smiling. "That you're my boys?" You asked, "Or maybe you have to explain it all over again, maybe I didn't understand what you meant."

They looked at eachother, smirking. "Then let us explain it again."

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"come over here and kiss me on my hot mouth, i'm feelin' romantical."

thank you so much for reading <3 //also last part isn't a cliffhanger, we all know they went for round two, the end

smol taglist from those that wanted pt 3 *(sorry if you didn't want to be tagged): @oh-prettylady @lemonnightmare @honey-bees-13 @jupiter1700

~nikkõ

[vampirevatican]

Cruising and Coasting

pairing - hobie brown x black fem! reader

genre/tags - fluff, slow burn, friends to lovers

notes - v. self indulgent, but i hope y'all like it. the type of muscle car? a dodge coronet suits him. 520 words. first time writing hobie, many edits to come. advice extremely welcomed from fellow black writers.

summary - you and hobie go for a ride in his muscle car and he starts to pick up on little things about you. the way your deep, dark brown eyes glow and turn into honey. how you tap your fingers to the beat of the music when you have the wheel versus how you fully immerse yourself in a song you like when riding passenger... fuck, he might be crushing. bad.

lyric inspo -

ARABELLA//ARCTIC MONKEYS

“my day ends best when the sunset gets itself, behind that little lady sitting on the passenger side. it's much less picturesque without her catching, the light. the horizon tries but it's just not as kind on the eyes...”

2SEATER//TYLER, THE CREATOR

“i should slow down but i can't, cause you drivin' me wild. girl i get a rush, when we're speeding in my car, and sometimes it's too much... you can feel the beat in my heart....”

You and Hobie were driving through England's county side. After getting out of the congested cities and towns the scenery was beautiful. The sun was about to set, the breeze from the rolled down windows, and the playlist the two of you shared playing through the speakers. For Hobie it's seeing your beautiful dark eyes glow when the sunlight hit at just the right angle. How relaxed you look, yet focused because you want to make sure the two of you have a nice drive instead of a shit one. As the sun started to set you were crossing a bridge and out the corner of you eye you spotted him framing you.

As she giggled he couldn't help the smirk that grew into a smile. “Hobie what are you doing?” Glancing over at him and back at the road, driving them around winding paths. “Gettin' pictures of the moment.” He said and waved an invisible camera in the air. She shook her head, curls slightly moving with her. “Well ain't you a sweet heart, hobs.” He let out a low chuckle, “No problem, peng thing.”

Your dynamic has been like this for awhile. Occasional flirtations but nothing deeply pursued. You were comfortable crashing at his house with no bra or shorts when getting to bed and the same stood for when he stayed over at yours. Sometimes you even used him as a pillow when watching TV. Though these intimate moments, platonic as they may be, started to make both of your emotions run deeper. You didn't notice- because he made it a point for you not to-but when you walked around the house without shorts he'd steal a few glances. Bending to pick up or plug in something. It was something that'd be on his mind during those late nights without you there. Though there was smaller things he picked up on and adored even more about you. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt the dodge slow down and park.

“Your turn, take us home big boy.” The way you talked with him. You traded spots as he took control of his black dodge coronet again, driving back the way you both came, music loud enough to hear but low enough to talk, and his mind making a list of things he liked about you. Passing the bridge again at night, he stole a new glance after seeing you stick your hand out the window. The way you played with the wind outside of the car, the tapping of your fingers on the arm rest to singing along and doing a small dance in your seat with songs you couldn't help but do that to. Making it back to the apartment he followed behind you with his hands in his pockets and moving a bit slowly up the stairs. “Come on hobs, we gotta make the most of your free day” you called down to him as you leaned over the railing and smiled back at him when you saw his smirk. Before entering his home it dawns on him that he's in love.

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

here to stay (Rhett Abbott x OC)

Summary: Once Rhett and Tessa are aware of each other, they can't seem to stop seeing each other everywhere.

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x OC (Tessa Abernathy)

Word Count: 6583

Warnings: fluff, some cursing, supporting oc characters, drinking, the lead-up to a fight, throwing up mention

ONE | TWO | THREE

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✎……ty @newlibrary for looking this over for me

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Three days was all it took before Rhett saw her again. It was nearly the end of the rodeo season, and he had barely managed to scrape his way into the next ride. He knew his chances of moving on after tonight were slim, especially with the lot of bulls present for the event. He finished with a higher score than everyone thought he would get, but it just wasn’t high enough.  

His season was over. At least he had no injuries and got a pat on the back from his father. He couldn’t say the same thing last year. 

He stuck around until the bulb lights strung overhead were about to get turned off. There was a bonfire getting started in the field around the east side of the rodeo grounds he could join. Or he could have gone straight to The Pit Bar along with all the other bull riders. But there he still was, leaning against the metal railing with his fingers laced together, looking out over the dirt riding pit and the stands just beyond. His mind lost in what went wrong, what he could have done differently — the ill-disguised disappointment in his dad’s eyes. 

That was when he saw her. Trailing behind what he assumed were her friends as they finally exited the stands. They were all giggling amongst themselves, but he could hear Tessa’s laugh over them all. Could see her smile even from where he stood. Hair like wheat ready to harvest swinging in a ponytail. 

She touched down on solid ground and looked out across the pit. Rhett straightened when they locked eyes, three fingers raising in a wave that he regretted the instant it happened. But that didn’t matter when she just smiled and waved back, gesturing for him to come over. 

Rhett smiled to himself as he picked up his bag and headed over. He didn’t know why she wanted to talk to him, but he was glad that she did. 

For mid-October in Wyoming, it was a cold night. Tessa’s cheeks and ears were pinked from the chill, but she dressed warm with her hands tucked into the sleeves of her worn Carharrt jacket.

Her friends were already far ahead, close to the exit. But she lingered behind, lips pulled between her teeth as she watched him approach. 

“Told ya I’d see ya again,” she said when he finally came to a stop before her, a knowing grin stretching her features.

Rhett snorted as he smiled down at her. “I swear, I’ve never seen ya at one of these things.”

“I don’t get the chance to come very often.” She shrugged, hands digging into her pockets. “So s’understandable. Just thought it was kinda funny how we met again the other day — knowin’ I was gonna be here tonight.”

“S’that cause of your job?” he asked. “You not gettin’ to come, I mean.” 

Tessa nodded with a sigh that spoke volumes. “Keeps me busy.”

“Well — “ Rhett groaned, rocking on his feet as he looked back over at the pit. “ — Sorry you had to see me ride like shit.”

“I thought you did great. Bones hasn’t been good ridin’ in years. You got screwed over.” She paused, lip caught between her teeth as he narrowed his eyes at her. Then she grinned. “I don’t know — that’s just what the old guy behind me was sayin’.”

Rhett laughed, really laughed for what felt like the first time in a long while. And she looked pleased with herself for getting him to do so. 

“But seriously,” she went on, pulling a hand beneath her nose as she sniffed. “You were good in high school and your standings the last few years have always been great. You’re better than that.”

“You’ve kept up with my standings?” he questioned, a smirk pulling the corner of his mouth. 

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Yes, local boy Rhett Abbott I would look up your standing from time to time. Don’t flatter yourself.” 

Her eyebrows suddenly furrowed as she pulled her phone out of her pocket. She huffed as she used reddened fingers to type something up. 

Rhett licked his lips. “Everythin’ alright?”

“Yeah — yeah,” she replied, tucking the phone back away in her pocket. “I just…Need to head back to the home s’all. Coworker askin’ where I’m at.” 

The overhead lights finally turned off as the last of the cleanup crew started meandering their way towards the exit. 

“D’you drive?” he asked and she nodded. “I’ll walk ya to your car…If you want?”

Tessa looked around at the dark rodeo grounds, lips pulled back between her teeth before she clicked her tongue. “Yeah — I’d like that.” 

They walked together through the darkened grounds and out into the parking lot — chatting the whole way. About their days on the high school rodeo team. About how Tessa never left Wabang, got a degree online, and started working at the home just last year. She talked about the place with a warm smile. The kind Rhett had never seen anyone have about their line of work. It made him wish he had something like that. That made him that happy. 

When they got to her car, a beat-up rusted minivan, they said their goodbyes. And Rhett watched her drive out of the parking lot hoping he would see her again.

Why did they have to stock the dish soap on the top shelf? Tessa looked up at the product she so desired with disdain, hands on her hips. 

She already had everything else she needed — her cart filled to the brim. Just this one last thing. Determined, she pushed up the sleeves of her sweater and stepped up onto the bottom shelf. She reached with all her might, fingers stretched towards the soap. But it was no use. A huff escaped her as she stepped back away from the shelving. 

Maybe there was a stool lying around somewhere that she could use. Or she could just cave and ask Nancy working the cash register for help — but she wasn’t much taller than Tessa was. She was sure that would be a sight. Stepping back onto the bottom self, popped onto the tip of her toes, she reached for the soap again. Thinking maybe this time it would work, surely if she grunted in effort some kind of magic would happen. 

“D’you need help?” 

Tessa whipped her head to the side, the tip of her nose nearly knocking the sponges all lined up on the shelf in front of her face to the ground. Then she felt a heat rising in her cheeks — surely turning them a bright shade of pink. 

It wasn’t the magic she was expecting.

Rhett Abbott stood at the end of the aisle with a bag of dog food slung over his shoulder. That small little smile on his face and a ball cap on his head, dark curls peaking out the bottom. He looked even better than he did in high school. Gone was his little baby face, now he had defined cheekbones and stubble on his jaw. The long hair suited him better than the proper boy haircuts his mom forced him to get. But his eyes were still big and blue as the ocean — looking at her now like he had never done before. 

“Uh — “ She glanced back up at the soap just out of her reach, her stomach doing flips. “Potentially.” 

Rhett chuckled, boots thumping against the linoleum floors as he came closer. “Potentially?”

She hopped off the bottom shelf just as he came to stand behind her, arm reaching up and easily grabbing the soap above her head. He stood close. Close enough for her to feel the heat radiating off of him on her back as he handed the bottle to her wordlessly. 

“Thanks,” Tessa muttered as she looked over her shoulder at him. 

He smiled down at her, crooked and small. Then, blinking rapidly, he seemed to realize just how close he was and he backed away. Freeing her to turn to her cart and throw the soap inside. 

“H-How ya been?” Rhett asked in his quiet way as she took hold of the cart’s handle. 

It had been a week since the rodeo and the last time they saw each other. Tessa had to wonder what string of fate had been tugged for them to keep bumping into each other after six years of barely caught glimpses. Not that she minded. It was nice catching up with him. It was nice knowing this version of him instead of being stuck with the mental image of eighteen-year-old Rhett. And it was nice having him look at her like she was a puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out, but he wanted to. 

And she wanted him to, too. 

“Been alright,” she replied, leaning her elbows against the cart handle as she grinned. “Busy, with the boys back in school — but alright. You?”

“Yeah. M’okay.” He nodded at her shopping items. “What’s with the soil? S’kinda too late to be plantin’ stuff ain’t it?”

Tessa started pushing the cart down the aisle and Rhett fell into step beside her, bag of feed still perched on his shoulder. “We’ve got a fruit and veg garden out back — saves money and gives the boys somethin’ to do. It’s’on sale and it’ll keep till spring, so…” 

“Do they like it?”

“Not really,” she laughed, turning out into the main aisle. “But it gets ‘em using their hands and they can see progress on their work. Makes ‘em feel good about a job well done, even if they won’t admit it.” 

When they reached the checkout counter, Tessa insisted he go first since he only had one item. But once he paid he stuck around, lingering around the edge of the carpet in front of the door, fingers fiddling with his keys. As she put her items on the counter, the older woman gave her a look then shot her eyes over at Rhett. 

It was a look that screamed watch out for that one that Tessa didn’t understand. 

“What?” she questioned with a nervous chuckle as she glanced over in Rhett’s direction. 

“Just…Be careful with that one, sweetie,” Nancy replied quietly, making sure he didn’t hear. “Don’t wanna see you get hurt, now.” 

Tessa leveled her with a look. “He’s just a friend.” 

“That Abbott boy is never just friends with a girl he’s set his sights on.” 

Paying for her things, Tessa didn’t push the subject any further. Over the years, Rhett had come up in her friends’ shared rumors several times. About who he was dating, who he wasn’t seeing anymore, which bar he got caught making out with some buckle bunny behind and when. Tessa didn’t really believed most of them. From their few conversations, he seemed far too awkward and sweet and respectful to be the womanizer Wabang tried to paint him to be. If anything, he was just being nice the few times they even had spoken. It was all preconceived notions, and she would rather learn about the man he had become from the source. 

When she pushed her cart out onto the sidewalk, up to her minivan to put things away, Rhett was quick to step in and help her with the several heavy bags of soil she purchased.

“Thanks for the help,” she said as she closed the trunk on the van.

He flashed her a shy smile, “No problem.” And for a moment, he looked like he wanted to say something more, a question brewing in those bright blue eyes. But then he shook his head, pulled at the bill of his hat. “See ya around.” 

“Yeah…See ya.” 

She wanted to know what that question was, even as she watched him walk back to his truck.

Rhett pulled up in front of the elementary school at three o’clock, just like Rebecca told him to. He parked in one of the designated spots along the curb. He must have been early, there weren’t many other vehicles, and none of the teachers who were on pickup duty were standing outside yet. 

Perry was working out in the north pasture on a line of fence that fell in the storm the other night, and Rebecca had a doctor’s appointment — leaving Rhett as the only adult available to pick Amy up from school.

He sighed as he cut the engine, long fingers pushing back the hairs that had fallen on his forehead. His dad tried to tell Rebecca to just let Amy take the bus like every other kid in Wabang. But she wouldn’t hear of it. She didn’t like that it dropped her off so far from the ranch and she had to walk the rest of the way. Rhett couldn’t blame her, he remembered that walk as a kid. It fucking sucked. So he didn’t mind the drive into town to pick up his niece. Especially since it got him away from the ranch for an hour. 

Picking his phone up from the bench seat beside him, he unlocked it to start mindlessly scrolling through old photos and text messages. Waiting for Amy to come bounding up to his passenger door. 

But then he looked back up — and he froze. 

He should have recognized that beat up old van. Rust all along the bottom, green paint bleached in the sun, wood panneling around the outside that dated it back to the nineties. He was amazed that it even still ran. But there was no denying it was the right van though as Tessa stepped out of the driver’s side door and into the midafternoon sun. She was wearing a sweater and one of those zip up vests, brown hair done up in braids. Her grin only grew as she closed her eyes, leaning into the sun's rays like she was a cat as she closed the van door behind her. 

This was the third time he had seen her since running into her at the general store two weeks ago. He was beginning to feel a bit like a stalker, constantly seeing her around, but he also wondered if she had always been there and he was just now beginning to notice. 

He wished he would have noticed her sooner. 

With her seemingly unrelenting smiles and kindness. The joy with which she spoke about the things that she loved. He felt like a stalker but he couldn’t bring himself to care enough because all he wanted to do was talk to her. All the time. He wanted to know her in a way he never had with anyone else before. She was like fresh spring air after a long and hard winter. He wanted to live in that spring forever. 

Though he didn’t realize he was staring until she waved at him. A shy little wiggle of her fingers with a closed mouth smile. 

“Shit.” 

He ducked his head, as if that would make up for the fact that he just got caught gaping at her like a creep. When he looked back up, Tessa was walking up to his side of the truck with that same smile lighting up her face. Rhett grimaced to himself as he rolled down his window. 

“Are you following me, Abbott?” she questioned, a teasing lilt to her tone, as she hopped up onto the step bar of his truck and leaned into the window. 

“I — “ He chuckled nervously, licking his lips as he thought of what to say. “No?”

“No?” She tilted her head in that adorable way that was growing so familiar.

“I-I’m not. M’pickin’ my niece up, I swear,” he said. 

“Rhett, I’m kidding,” she laughed, her hand reaching out and giving his bicep a shake. “It’s been nice — seein’ you around.” 

He pushed a hand through his hair, trying not to focus on the electric feeling her touch left behind as she drew away. But he couldn’t help the smile that pulled on his lips as he looked out the window at her. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she laughed again, such a genuine look on her face he knew she was speaking the truth. 

“What’re, uh — What’re you here for?” He nudged his chin at her. 

Her face somehow lit up even more. “Jace. He’s our youngest right now. Third grade.” 

“Kinda young to be stayin’ at the home, ain’t he?” 

“His situation is a little different.” Tessa looked down at her hands, where she picked at one of her nails. “Little more permanent.” 

“Oh — tough luck.” 

“Yeah, they’ve all got tough luck. And I — I hope what I’m doin’ is makin’ it better. Easier, maybe. The world hasn’t been kind to any of them and I just…Just wanna give them a better chance.”

“You are.” 

He didn’t have to think about it. He didn’t even have to meet any of those boys to know that she was. He believed in her. In her joy, her kindness, her compassion. In the way she looked at him now with something unreadable in her expression that he hoped to one day understand. 

The doors to the school opened and the teachers on pickup duty came out, followed by a line of children with backpacks just a little too big and eager smiles on their faces. Tessa gave him one last smile before she stepped down from his truck and walked back to her van. 

She stood on the passenger side, nearly out of his view. But he watched with a small smile as a little boy ran up to her with a giant grin on his face and a drawing that he made that he just had to show her. Tessa took it with wonder and pride evident on her face, he could hear her exclaimatation from inside the truck and it made him chuckle. 

The passenger door of the truck opened as Amy greeted, “Uncle Rhett!”

“Hey, ladybug, how’s it goin’?” he replied as she climbed up onto the bench seat. 

“Good,” she giggled, then her big blue eyes caught on the view out the windshield. “Who’s that with Jace?”

“You know him?” Rhett questioned. 

“Yeah. He’s in my class. Is that his mom?”

“Uh, no. She’s not.” 

“Do you know her? She his aunt or something?”

“You ask…A lot of questions. Buckle your seatbelt.” He nodded his head at her as he started up the truck. “She’s uh — She’s a friend. And she’s Jace’s friend.” 

“Oh. That’s cool, I guess. So, today, Mrs. Passwater taught us about…”

Amy continued to ramble on about her day while Rhett pulled away from the curb. He drove around the old van as Tessa climbed into the driver’s seat. And he watched in the rearview mirror as she waved goodbye. 

He took some comfort in knowing that he would see her again. He just hoped it was soon.

“Riley, I don’t know…” Tessa sighed as she fiddled with the pages of her current read, set aside on her bed when she answered the phone five minutes ago. 

“Tess, it’s Saturday night. You have the night off. Come out with us,” her friend argued lightly. 

“Who all’s going?”

“Me, you — “ Tessa rolled her eyes. “ — Laney and Chessler.” 

“Oh, so s’everybody.” 

“Look, I love ya girl, and I love that you found a job that ya love doin’ — but you seriously need to let loose every once and a while. Get a lil’ tipsy, maybe get laid — “

“Riley!” she laughed. 

“You know it’s true!” 

Tessa looked out her darkened window with a sigh. Yeah, she did know it was true. It was her day off and she spent the entirety of it in her room, save for sneaking downstairs to get food every once and a while. Trying to avoid the boys and her coworker Linda as much as possible so she could try to relax. But it was hard when she lived full time in the place she was employed. And going to her parents’ house just made her feel pathetic.

“Fine, I’ll go.”

“Yay! Okay, I’ll pick you up in thirty. Be outside ready to go.” 

“Yeah, yeah yeah,” Tessa said as she got up from her bed and began rifling through her closet for something to wear. “Bye. Be safe. Love you.”

“Love you too, hon,” Riley replied before she hung up. 

It wasn’t until she started looking through her clothes that she realized it had been a long time since she had gone out. All of her dresses were pushed into the darkest crevice of her closet. She nearly worried they would all smell a bit musty it had been so long since she had worn them. Luckily they smelled fine, but that didn’t help her choose one in the slightest. Eventually, she just gave up and picked one at random. She ended up with a deep yellow sundress that came to her middle thigh and would leave her probably freezing for the rest of the night. But her fate had been chosen, and she wasn’t about to continue the debate when it didn’t really matter. 

It wasn’t like she was going to meet anyone anyway. 

No one wanted to be with the girl who had to cancel dates nine times out of ten. The girl who lived in a house full of teenage boys, who carried around the baggage of six people every day and chose that willingly. She and the work that she loved were too much for anyone to handle. And she knew that. Linda had been working for the home for twenty years, started when she was around Tessa’s age, and still to this day she was single. Tessa resigned herself to that same fate a long time ago.

She just hoped she turned out less bitter than Linda was. 

Riley picked her up an hour later, the usual Riley-time when she said thirty minutes, and they drove over to The Handsome Gambler downtown. 

The place was packed, not surprising for a Saturday night. Four walls filled with chatter, boisterous laughter, banging on tables, and country music blaring over it all. The atmosphere was warm, electric, and familiar. Tessa laughed as she looked around at all the people having a good time, feeling better than she had all day. 

Taking Riley’s hand, she dragged her friend over to the bar to order drinks. 

“Laney said they found a booth!” Riley relayed as she looked down at her text messages. 

“Nice!” Tessa called back before she turned to the bartender with a smile. “Hey! Can I get an aperol spritz, please?”

“Sure thing, Tess,” the bartender replied as he pulled out the right kind of glass. “Riley?”

“Uh, strawberry margarita, Frankie m’dear.” She flashed him a smile then looked back down at her phone with a furrowed brow. “Her boyfriend’s here.”

“Laney’s got a boyfriend?” 

“They’ve only been datin’ like two weeks, you’re not missin’ much. But this was supposed to be just girls,” Riley grumbled. 

“Who is it?” Tessa asked as she looked around the bar, trying to see if she could spot their friends. 

“Uh, Walker Browning.” Tessa gave her a look. “I know. But apparently he’s changed since high school. Got a job workin’ the Tillerson ranch — somethin’ honest.”

“I’ll start stockin’ up the ice cream for when they inevitably break up again.” 

Riley laughed, then looked back down at her phone. “Ugh, Walker brought friends. One for each of us apparently.” 

“Oh, great, can’t wait to meet ‘em,” Tessa chuckled drly. 

After getting their drinks and opening their tabs for the rest of the night, they weaved their way through the crowd to find this booth their friends said they occupied. It was in the far back corner of the bar, past the pool tables and the small dance floor. Laney and Chessler instantly rose to their feet with enthusiastic waves once they saw their friends approaching. Leaving behind four cowboys in stetsons sipping from green beer bottles. Once the girls had hugged, Laney sunk back down into Walker’s lap on one side of the booth — pressing lipstick-kisses into his cheek. The other three boys stood up from the booth to greet the newcomers with charming smiles. 

And one of them was definitely Rhett Abbott. 

Even in the dim light of the bar, he looked good. Still a little rough around the edges, with his white thermal shirt and ubuttoned flannel overtop, but good. His eyes shone with the neon lights, crinkled at the edges by his small smile. 

“Tess,” he greeted with a tip of his hat. 

“Rhett,” she replied with a grin.

“You two know each other?” Walker asked around the lip of his beer. 

“Yeah.” She looked up at Rhett again. “We were uh — we were on the high school rodeo team together.”

“Oh, my God, I forgot you even did that, Tess,” Riley exclaimed as she slid into the booth, followed by one of the boys. 

“Best barrel racer we had,” Rhett said, voice nothing but a low rumble as he gestured for her to sit next to Walker and Laney. 

She tried to stop the butterflies that erupted in her stomach as she moved past him, elbow brushing against his torso. As her mind lingered on the fact that he wanted to sit next to her. She tucked her lips between her teeth as he slid into the booth next to her — barely enough room with how Walker and Laney were sprawled all over each other. Forcing Rhett to press in close to her side so he had enough room. Tessa was just thankful for the warmth he was putting off, she had been correct when she guessed she was going to be freezing all night in that dress. 

“Y’cold?” Rhett asked on a chuckle as she sipped her drink, trying not to get a brainfreeze. 

Tessa pulled away from her straw with a shiver, teeth chattering. “Slightly.” 

“Here.” He made quick work of shrugging off his flannel and handing it to her. “Sorry it…Doesn’t really go with your pretty dress.” 

There were those butterflies again, now accompanied by a heat in her cheeks and a bit lip smile. She took the flannel gratefully, fingers brushing over his own and this time she noticed. This time it made her breath catch in her throat and she couldn’t even explain why. 

“You think my dress is pretty?” she asked quietly as she pulled on the shirt.

It was warm and smelled like him. Some cologne and a bit of whiskey. Her arms got swallowed completely by the sleeves and it nearly made her feel like a kid. She glanced over at him as she grabbed her drink, fingers barely peeking out from the plaid material and he laughed. She laughed too — some instinct drawing her to lean closer to his side. 

“I — “ He started, then he coughed. “Yeah. I do. Ya look nice.” 

“Well, thank you.” 

Tessa looked down into her lap for a moment, suddenly acutely aware of how his jean clad thigh pressed against her bare one, and the way his scent was filling her lungs. And when she looked back up, she made eyecontact with Riley — who was trying so hard not to laugh, hiding behind her nearly empty margarita glass. Tessa gave her a look, and it only seemed to make her laugh more. 

But then she coughed, lowering her glass back down to the table. “So, Walker, how’s that new job goin’?”

Conversation amongst the eight of them picked up from there. Tessa had never seen Rhett in a social environment before. He was quiet, commented sparingly or only really spoke when he was spoken to. But he laughed quietly along to funny stories and added on when he had something to say. Nursed his beer and fiddled with the cap on the table top. When Tessa finished her drink, he offered to go get her another. And she let him despite the looks her friends were giving her. He looked a little funny carrying the dainty glass with the bright orange cocktail inside — but it warmed Tessa’s heart in the best way possible. 

Old, familiar feelings were starting to creep back in for the Abbott boy. And this time she wondered if he felt even anywhere close to the same.

While he was away, Laney and Walker spread out even more in the booth — forcing Tessa to move even closer to the edge of the bench. 

When he came back to their table, she smiled up at him sympathetically. “Sorry.” 

“S’alright” He slid her drink across the wood grain to her, then tapped the table twice with his knuckle. “Here, scooch over a lil’.”

She did the best she could with the way the couple was angled. Then Rhett sat back down on the bench beside her — only half of his ass able to fit on the bench. Tessa could only watch, a heat pooling in her chest like sunlight, as he hooked one big hand around the inside of her knee and lifted her leg up. His hands were rough, calloused, warm. A gasp slipped out of her when his thumb brushed across her knee. Then he put his thigh beneath her own and settled her leg back down across his own. 

Everyone else carried on with their conversation, but Tessa could no longer focus. Especially when Rhett didn’t move his hand, and he looked over at her with that shy little smile on his face. 

“This okay?” he asked. 

“Y-Yeah. S’okay.” 

There was a pink tint to his cheeks now as he looked away, reaching for his beer. But still his hand remained, thumb rubbing a soothing back and forth into the soft flesh of her lower thigh. 

He certainly had enough room now. 

“What’s, uh — What’s the name of the horse that you used to race with?” Rhett asked quietly, blue eyes focused on their stacked legs. “Was tryin’ to remember the other day but, uh…”

“Peaches,” she replied, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his flannel. “Peaches and Cream, if you wanna get technical.” 

He chuckled. “Peaches. That’s right. She’s a good lookin’ horse.” 

“She’s a sweet ole girl.”

“D’you still do any barrel racin’?”

“Nah, not really. I do demonstrations at my parent’s ranch sometimes for students but…That’s about it.” 

“S’shame. You were good.” He took a swig of his beer. 

“Not all of us can live the rodeo life forever, Rhett.” 

She regretted it as soon as the words came out of her mouth, saw the way he blinked and cocked his jaw to one side. She reached for the hand still curled around her knee, felt the tendons beneath his warm skin flex before she gripped it completely. 

“M’sorry. I don’t know why I said that,” she spoke quietly, eyebrows furrowed together as she watched his face. 

He shook his head. “Maybe cause it’s true? Bull ridin’s all m’ever gonna be good for.” 

“Hey, don’t say that about yourself.” Tessa gave his hand a squeeze. “What I meant was that…That I couldn’t stick with it because I’m not tough enough. Committed enough. You’ve got somethin’ special, Rhett. A fire. And it lights up when you’re ridin’. I can see it.” 

He didn’t say anything, but the corner of his mouth ticked up as he looked down at her. And that was enough to know he heard her. Really heard her. Then his hand slid an inch up her thigh, and she jumped. 

Rhett’s eyes widened, hand retreating back to its former place instantly. “M’sorry. I — I don’t know why I thought — “

“Dance with me.” She blurted out. “Please.” 

“Okay.”

He slid out of the booth first, then offered her his hand. Tessa looked back at her friends one last time to see Riley mouthing oh my God at her. Her face felt burning hot as she took Rhett’s hand and let him lead her over to the small dance floor. She kept her gaze locked on his back, heart pounding in her chest like she just finished a race. His shoulders were broad, rounded with muscle built up over years of back breaking labor. The people parted before him like Moses and the sea. 

Tessa didn’t know what was happening, she just knew she didn’t want it to end. Didn’t want him to retreat in on himself. Didn’t want him to stop looking at her with those big blue eyes lit with neon. 

The dance floor was crowded with couples swinging around to George Strait and Dolly Parton. Rhett led the way through the people until he found a relatively empty spot, then he turned and pulled her into him. Both hands on her waist. Her hands naturally landed on his chest before sliding up to rest on those broad shoulders. 

“Can I be honest for a sec?” Rhett asked and she nodded. “I’m a shit dancer — I d’know why I agreed to this.” 

Tessa laughed, felt the rumble of his own chuckle beneath her palms. “You’re doin’ alright so far.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

He tugged her in just a little bit closer as they swayed to the beat of the song. One of his hands slipped beneath his flannel she still wore just to get that much closer to her. Out of her control, her own hand tangled into the hairs at the back of his neck. And she watched as his eyelids fluttered. 

Tessa didn’t want to hold out hope. She had been disappointed and heartbroken far too many times to think this time, this one might be different. But it was so hard to linger on that when Rhett made her feel like she hung the very stars in the sky. Like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Like he had been waiting all his life for her. 

Rhett leaned a little closer, eyes glancing down at her lips. Before she even realized, she was leaning too — gaze focused on the way his tongue poked out to wet his lips. Long fingers and wide palms squeezed her waist just a bit tighter. But then his eyes caught on something over her shoulder. 

“Ah, shit,” he hissed under his breath. “One second.”

Nudging her to the side, he stepped around her and marched towards the entrance to the bar. She followed his movements, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and a little bit of hurt. Why did he just leave her standing in the middle of the dance floor? Didn’t he want to kiss her? Had she been reading everything wrong? 

But then she noticed, at the door to the bar, Trevor Tillerson was dragging Walker outside by the back of his shirt. And Rhett followed right after them. 

Ah, shit, indeed. 

Tessa pushed her way back through the crowd until she reached what was their booth. Only to find Laney with her face hidden in her folded arms, shoulders shaking with sobs. Chessler and Riley were on either side of her, giving comforting pats to her back and whispering words of encouragement. 

“What the hell happened?” Tessa asked 

Chessler looked up at her with a sigh. “Trevor bumped into Laney. Walker tried to make him apologize — he didn’t take too kindly to it. So now Walker’s gettin’ his drunken ass kicked.” 

“Rhett went out there after ‘em,” she mumbled, gaze drifting back towards the door. 

“Oh, so Walker stands a chance then,” Chessler replied in her dry way. 

“Speakin’ of which,” Riley said, “What the fuck is goin’ on between you and Rhett Abbott?” 

“I don’t know,” Tessa replied, distracted. Thoughts lingering on what could be happening outside. “We’ve been…Talking lately.”

“Talking? What does that even mean?” 

But Tessa was already moving towards the exit. “I’m gonna go check on ‘em — make sure they’re okay.”

“Tess, just let ‘em duke it out. You don’t have to mother hen — “ Chessler started, but she was already moving away from the table. 

The sounds of the bar were muted to her ears, like they were far away, as she picked her way through the people and out into the chilled October night air. She looked east and the street was deserted, but when she looked west, she spotted Rhett’s broad shoulders immediately. 

Him and Trevor were standing chest to chest, shoving one another. While Walker was leaned with one arm against the wall, puking his guts out. The two of them were about to start throwing punches, that much was certain from the way Trevor just wasn’t backing down. And was most certainly saying something that would push Rhett over the edge. What neither man noticed, however, was the sheriff's car parked across the street, and the deputy about to step in and break it up. Tessa could see it all play out. Deputy steps in, someone gets defensive, someone gets arrested. And it certainly wasn’t going to be the golden boy Tillerson. 

So she decided to step in instead. 

“Hey!” she called as she approached, heels clicking against the sidewalk. “Rhett, come on, let’s go back inside.” 

Both men turned to her instantly, just as Walker slumped against the wall with a groan. 

Trevor’s face split into a grin. “Oh, got your girl comin’ in to save your ass now, huh, Abbott?”

“Man, shut the fuck — “ Rhett started, but he stopped when Tessa wrapped her hand around his fingers and tugged. 

He went into her willingly, barely put up a fight. And it surprised her. He let her pull him away until she was between him and Trevor. Until she could look up into his face with her free hand on his waist. He stared over her shoulder at Trevor for a second more, eyes lit with fury and jaw clenched, but then he looked down at her and it all seemed to melt. Tessa shifted her eyes pointedly over at the sheriff’s car and he followed her line of sight — recognition flashing over his face.

“Let’s go back inside, cowboy,” she repeated, softer this time. 

Rhett nodded, hand moving to engulf hers completely. 

“Fine!” Trevor exclaimed, raising his hands in the air then slapping them down on his thighs. “Guess I’ll just beat the shit out of your barfly friend over here — just like I wanted to in the first place!”

Tessa turned and squared him with a look she reserved for the boys under her care, causing Trevor’s expression to drop immediately. “Why don’t you get over yourself and go back inside too, huh? Walker seems miserable enough.” 

As if to agree, Walker groaned again. 

Trevor scoffed, rolling his eyes. Then with a muttered whatever he pushed past the two of them and back inside the bar. His arm collided with Tessa roughly, shoving her further into Rhett’s chest. But he caught her easily with a hand on her waist.

“Y’okay?” he questioned softly. 

She smiled up at him. “I’m okay.”

“Walker?” Laney’s voice called out from the bar’s front door. “Oh, my God, Walker!”

She ran to her boyfriend, cheeks still red from crying, and knelt down beside him. 

“He’s fine,” Rhett assured, “Just needs soberin’ up.”

But Laney wasn’t listening, too busy holding her boyfriend’s face and yelling at him for being stupid. That should sober him up well enough.

Rhett and Tessa shared a look, then he led her back inside the bar by the hand.

“How can I thank ya for savin’ my ass?” he asked as they walked inside. 

“Buy me a drink?” she suggested with a smile. 

“I can do that.”

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birthday boy

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summary: ivy and sarah surprise joel on his birthday

pairing: joel miller x black!ofc

warnings: 18+, language, implied smut/mature humor, fluff, no outbreak

September in Travis County was Joel Miller's personal version of hell. In his opinion, it was far too late in the year for it to feel like his skin was going to melt off the second he stepped outside.

His poor fan could only do so much work. He'd had it forever and it was on its last leg, so he could only run it periodically before turning it off, opening a window in its place and praying that a strong enough breeze passed through to cool his bedroom down.

Despite this hatred of the September heat, he always looked forward to sharing Ivy's warmth as she slept beside him. He decided that there was no better feeling than waking up to her warm body pressed against his when she hugged him in the morning, Sarah usually jumping in the bed with them to get her good morning embraces and to chat about the phone call she had with her best friend Caroline.

So, he was shocked to wake up to neither Ivy nor Sarah's hugs. In fact, his bedroom was silent other than the sound of his rustling sheets as he sat up and looked around for any sign of his wife and daughter. Nothing.

An audible yawn escaped him as he lifted his arms above his head to stretch before he stood and bent backwards to crack his spine.

"Gettin' fuckin' old," he grumbled to himself as he took sleepy steps from his bed to the door.

As he pulled the door open, he was immediately hit by the smell of bacon and the sound of Sarah's melodic giggling.

"Shh, you're gonna wake him up!" he heard Ivy attempt to whisper through her own laughter.

"Nuh uh! If he gets up it would technically be your fault. This pancake is the size of a penny!"

Joel couldn't stop the smile that spread on his face at the sound of his girls. He couldn't wait to get his extra morning hugs because of them being MIA.

"Wait, shh!" he heard from Ivy as he got closer to the kitchen.

He picked up on the quick shuffling of feet as the two did God knows what in the kitchen. They were always up to something. It was one of the things he loved the most about their relationship. He'd been scared after Sarah's mother left the picture. Bringing someone into Sarah's life for them to potentially leave and break her heart was one of his biggest fears, but Ivy never left.

She stayed through all of it. The father-daughter arguments, the first heartbreak from Sarah's winter dance date, the late night dance parties. She was there for Sarah through everything, and it was obvious how much the young girl looked up to her. He couldn't be more thankful to have Ivy in Sarah's life...and his.

Ivy had been his rock through everything, keeping his head on straight when he was only seconds away from flying off the rails. She was the only person other than Sarah that could crawl their way into his heart and keep a sacred spot there.

Joel finally rounded the corner to the kitchen and was once again greeted by silence. The room was still as he scanned it with his eyes.

"Where the he-"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" two piercing screams came as weight fell onto his back.

He was lucky that Sarah's surprise jump attacks were ingrained into his muscle memory at this point or he would have crashed to the ground. His daughter wasn't heavy at all, but his back wasn't as strong as it was even five years ago.

Joel let out an exhausted groan at the pair as Sarah climbed off his back, their laughter filling the house.

"I don't get why y'all insist on remindin' me how much closer to death I get every damn year," he finally spoke, faking disdain at their cheer.

He wasn't a fan of his birthday. It was never that big of a deal to him, but it always was to Sarah. When Ivy came along, she shared Sarah's excitement for the day and wanted to treat him like royalty despite him feeling like he didn't deserve it, and because it was so important to them, he sucked it up every year and let them celebrate with him. He secretly enjoyed it, but they didn't need to know all that.

"Because, it means you could've already kicked the bucket, but you're still here!" Sarah exclaimed, wrapping him tightly in her arms and wearing a smile so wide and bright that he was sure no star could shine like it.

"Yeah," Ivy agreed, placing one hand in the back of his soft hair and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "You're closer to death, but you're not there yet."

Joel hummed, scrunching his nose at their teasing before turning his face to steal a kiss from his wife. He swore her lips were sweeter than honey when he took them in his own.

"Get a room!" Sarah demanded in disgust as she averted her eyes from the pair, going back to the stove to turn the fire down and not burn the bacon.

"We have one, but you're always in it," Joel shot back jokingly.

"Then get another house, I don't know," she replied.

Ivy laughed at their banter.

"And, uh, who do you think's gonna be watchin' you and your little smart ass mouth if we move out, huh?" Joel asked, taking Ivy's hand in his as he walked over to where Sarah was and using his other hand to mess up the curls that she spent countless hours in the bathroom perfecting.

"Hey, hey! Watch it, old man! Do you know how long it took to get this twist out to look like this?" she shouted, ducking from his hand. "And, I can handle myself. I'm fourteen. Don't need mom and dad breathing down my neck anymore." Joel smiled at that and turned to Ivy, who was smiling just as big. It never failed to make her heart do triple back flips when Sarah referred to her as her mom. It made her feel like she's been doing something right, and it made Joel happy to know that his two girls loved each other just as much as he loved both of them.

"If that's the case, a place in The Bahamas doesn't sound too bad, does it, Joel?"

"Sounds good to me," he hummed in agreement. "Good weather, good music, good food."

Sarah's head snapped around so fast they thought she'd get whiplash.

"No, No! You can't go to my dream vacay spot without me! Pick somewhere else. Preferably somewhere that's close enough for me to still raid the not-so-secret money sock."

Laughter filled the house once more before Ivy forced Joel to go sit down at the table, reminding him that it was his birthday and that they were going to serve him.

He'd reluctantly agreed when his wife had whispered in his ear the sultry promise to serve him in a different way later that night.

"First course!" Sarah announced, clearing her throat and faking a terrible French accent. "Is pancakes, oui oui!"

Sarah clapped her hands twice and Ivy appeared holding a plate full of fluffy pancakes and Joel found it impossible to contain his laughter at their little show.

"Prepared with box mix, water, and the $10 griddle I got from the thrift store, this course is a promise of deliciousness!" Sarah assured him as Ivy sat the plate down in front of him.

"Next course!" Sarah began before Ivy even had time to let go of the plate.

The young girl was met with a playful flick to the back of the head that made Joel smirk.

"You have to wait until I at least get back in the kitchen, remember?"

Their display went on for three more courses, which included bacon, eggs, and some questionable looking crêpes.

Finally, they joined him at the table and dug into the meal. All three of them were shocked at how good it was, and Sarah gave Ivy a fist bump paired with "I should go to culinary school!"

Joel and Ivy simply exchanged amused glances as she suggested her third career path of the week.

Later, the trio sat on the couch as Sarah picked out his favorite movie to watch. After nearly two hours of Sarah hiding her eyes behind Joel's hand, they made it through The Shining and began giving him his gifts.

"Don't laugh," Sarah told him.

"I'm definitely gonna laugh," he joked dryly.

Sarah rolled her eyes and looked at Ivy.

"Punch him if he laughs please," she instructed, earning a salute in response.

Joel ripped the red and white tissue paper out of the birthday bag she'd handed him and pulled out a crochet cat wearing a Texas Rangers baseball cap that matched the one Joel wore to work everyday. He smiled down at it and let out a chuckle.

"That was a laugh!"

"Of appreciation!" he defended, raising his arms to block and punches Ivy may throw his way. "I love it. You're real talented."

Sarah smiled as nervousness flooded through her. She'd stayed up late for three nights in a row to make it, so she was very relieved that he liked it.

Next was their joint gift.

"It's not much," Ivy prefaced. "We couldn't figure out what to get you because nothing seemed right and-"

"Whatever it is will be perfect," he cut her off.

He doesn't know where either of them got the notion that he could possibly dislike anything they gave to him, but he was going to do his damndest to make it stop.

Ivy nodded and handed him a box wrapped in the Barney birthday paper that she found in the attic from one of Sarah's old birthday parties.

He laughed at the wrapping and Sarah pretended she knew nothing of the Barney obsession from her childhood.

Joel opened the paper carefully and revealed a small, red box. He lifted the lid to reveal the watch that had been sitting cracked on the nightstand for years.

"Like she said, it isn't much, but-"

"It's much more than enough," Joel cut Sarah off, smiling sincerely at the two of them. "Thank you."

A few hours later, Tommy arrived with the cake that Ivy and Sarah had threatened him into buying.

Tommy Miller wasn't scared of much, but the ladies of the Miller household were number one on the short list.

The family sat and ate and talked, Joel being embarrassed by the stories Tommy told from their years growing up together. Eventually, Sarah grew tired and took herself to bed after hugging Joel tight one more time and making him feel warm inside.

Ivy and Joel weren't long going to their room after that, sitting together on the edge of the bed as a gentle breeze came through the window.

"How you feelin', old man?" she joked, poking Joel in his side and making him grumble something about not being too old to teach her a lesson.

"It's been a good day," he sighed, fingers gently tracing the brown skin of her thighs.

"Yeah, it has," she replied after a beat. "A really good day."

The two were quiet for a moment more before he squeezed her thigh, looking at her with those deep brown eyes that made her heart melt.

"Thank you."

She only smiled in response. He was welcome and he knew that. There was never need for thanks, but the southern gentleman that he was, he always gave it anyway.

Her eyes lit up as she gasped, standing up abruptly.

"I forgot! You have one more gift to open! This one's from just me-"

Joel shook his head, wrapping a strong arm around her waist before she could get too far and pulling her down onto his lap with her back against his chest.

"I'll open it later," he told her, nesting his face in the side of her neck. "Got somethin' else I wanna open right now."

Ivy's eyes widened as she caught on. Chills ran through her as if her blood was made of ice when Joel pressed his hand to the inside of her thigh and pushed her legs open.

"You're bad, Joel Miller," sighed as he planted wet kisses along her neck and shoulders.

"You love it, though, Ivy Miller," he responded between kisses.

She could only chuckle at that. Because it was true. He could be bad when it came to her and she loved it so fucking much. She loved him so fucking much.

"Happy birthday, baby," she managed to breathe out as his hand slipped past the band of her shorts.

"Happy birthday indeed."

[damien-wolfram-art]

Part of a collaboration with @flawlessstriker

Here it is!

@teamminatoweek

Content

Minato leaned on the second-floor railing that overlooked the living room of his small cabin home and sighed.

“Someone’s looking content,” cooed the warm and familiar voice of Sakumo Hatake, his third love. He joined Minato at the railing to see just what had made him so happy. Below, Minato’s son, Naruto, was laughing away. He was being tickled on the lower bunk of his bed by a larger boy from the Uchiha clan, Obito. The couple had adopted Obito into the family after a long series of unfortunate events. The boy was troubled, but with some help from his son, Kakashi, Sakumo had come to see the good in Obito.

“Content? Haha I guess so,” Minato agreed, remembering that it hadn’t been easy for him to reach this peaceful moment either. He had lost his first love, Kushina, during Naruto’s birth. This was something Sakumo understood all too well and although Kakashi hadn’t a Tailed Beast sealed within him, he was spending some time in prison with his own demons to attend to.

Minato tried to start anew after leaving Naruto under the care of the Senju, though perhaps it was too fast; it was a bad habit of his to rush into things after all. His second attempt at love came and went, but when he stumbled across Sakumo, it felt like life could finally start slowing down for him. He rekindled with Naruto who was much older now–thirteen years older in fact and by some cosmic coincidence, he had inherited the kind, forgiving nature of his mother. Minato swore to protect him and Sakumo promised to be by their side.

Now, Minato spent his days with his little found family in their cabin, farming or finding ways to make work just a little easier for the older man who had made the house a home. He had never really stopped to think about it, but Sakumo was right. He was content.

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Unexpected Visitors

It was a beautiful spring day in The Hatake Territory. The birds were singing and the air was crisp after a few showers earlier in the week. Minato took the pleasant weather as a sign that he and his son should spend some quality time outside together. The two were working on the completion of a jutsu that Naruto had picked up from a “frog” somewhere during his travels. As ridiculous as this sounded, Minato never questioned Naruto for he had also met “The Frog”.

The two were just beginning to make progress when Minato felt every hair on his body stand on end. There was an oppressive chakra approaching. It rivaled Naruto’s and that of the beast inside of him as well. “Obito,” Minato called over to the young man resting at the base of a tree who had been watching them train. “Take Naruto to Sakumo.”

“What? Aw c’mon! We were just gettin’ somewhere!” Naruto protested.

“It’s just a quick break Naruto. Besides, Sakumo should have lemonade,” Minato bribed the boys.

Obito stood up quickly. Sakumo’s lemonade was almost always a bit too sweet and Obito had a sweet tooth. The bribe worked on him. “Well, Naruto, you heard Pops. Gramps made lemonade. It’s break time,” his raspy voice ceded and he dragged Naruto inside–kicking and screaming.

Minato turned toward the source of the disturbance and clutched tightly to one of his custom three-pronged kunai. There was a rustle and then, he was gone. Only the kunai remained.

In an instant, Minato transported himself to another kunai near the source of the rustle. He had his kunai scattered all over the territory just for this purpose. From his new vantage point, he saw one of the intruders, Tobirama Senju.

By now, he knew what the intruder was looking for. It had been a few years since Naruto had escaped Senju containment. He had been on the run ever since. Since they had settled down, it was a simple task to find him. Minato wouldn't allow it though. He had to throw his idol off of the track somehow, but when he blinked, the man was gone! “Crap! Where did he-”

“Go?” Asked the deep self-righteous voice of Tobirama from behind him. He had already marked the tree where Minato’s suspicious kunai was with a seal of his own and used it to flank him.

Minato felt the man move to slash at him and so he was forced to transport away again. This continued for a few minutes until Minato found one of his kunai that Tobirama hadn’t. From there, he rushed home.

Upon arrival, he was relieved to see that everyone was alright, but there was something that just didn’t sit right with him. Tobirama was in the forest, but what was that chakra? It wasn’t Tobirama’s. It was a chakra he had never experienced before; it was similar in strength to Hashirama’s. Though it was much more ominous. He had only begun to explain himself when there was a knock on the door. His brief explanation was more than enough to spur Obito into action though. With his own transportation dojutsu, he took himself and Naruto to a place only he could access normally.

Then, Minato answered the door. Nothing would have prepared him for what he would see outside of his home. A masked man with white side-swept spiky hair wearing a bland prisoner’s uniform gave him a curt wave and a pleasant, “Yo~”

“Kakashi?” Minato greeted him with disbelief. “Aren’t you supposed to be in prison?”

Before Kakashi could answer, a heavy shadow loomed behind him. Minato was suddenly struck by the imposing chakra he felt before at full force. Two red eyes pierced the silhouette. Three tomoe resided in each, framing the pupils. A full head of hip length teased midnight blue hair made it very apparent who Minato was dealing with. “M-Madara Uchiha,” he croaked.

The formidable beast of a man stepped forward, gently pushing Kakashi aside. “So, you recognize me? How fortunate for you. That makes things a bit easier.” There was an air of casual confidence when he spoke, but this did nothing to diminish his intimidation factor. “I’ll make this quick then: I’ve brought you Kakashi Hatake; I want The Nine-Tails.”

Precious

“Death comes to all. But life comes first. Cherish it. Death is the destination. But the journey, that is life. That is what matters.”

Brandon Sanderson - The Way of Kings

Madara Uchiha was at his door, demanding his son. Using Kakashi as leverage, he cornered Minato and gave him a choice, but deciding was impossible. When his mind was taken over by a genjutsu, Sakumo stepped in. The White Light Blade struck true. Madara was bleeding.

“Take Kakashi and go,” Sakumo ordered.

Minato’s mind flashed to the night he met him. He was searching for Naruto and just happened across a campsite. The fire was crackling away in the lonely night. There he found many crumpled notes which shook him to his very core. “My name is Sakumo Hatake,” one read. 

“Those who seek my bounty know me as “The White Fang”. I have grown tired of this chase; I feel the weight of my sins and can run from them no longer. To the one who finds me: please take my bounty and leave my son, Kakashi, unharmed. The legacy of “The White Fang” shall die here with me.”

Sakumo was both furious and embarrassed to find that Minato read his drafts, but Minato begged him to reconsider. First, he listened to the broken man’s story. The two of them had both been separated from their boys. Though he sympathized with Sakumo, he argued for Kakashi’s sake, “The way you talk is like you’ve given up on something precious to you. Your boy, Kakashi, he’s precious to you, but that’s not it is it? You’ve lost something else: the strength to go on. It’s true that we all will eventually move on from these lives, but will dying here now truly satisfy you? Kakashi needs you! Don’t you want to protect him? As his father, your will to protect is strong. Are you really going to throw all that away and give up?”

Sakumo had been deeply moved by Minato’s words, but Minato wanted to make sure he remembered them. When he found the noose, he cut it down and etched the three words “Never Give Up” into the trees surrounding the area. He left one of his Kunai in the center tree. He was not sure what he expected, but he never expected Sakumo to eventually hand deliver it back to him.

Now the older man was between him and Madara Uchiha. Minato tried to protest, but Sakumo wouldn’t allow it. He had changed. “Take Kakashi and go. This is my home. I will protect it. It is precious to me!”

“Cute,” uttered Madara. And then there were flames.

Minato panted heavily. There was a lingering warmth on his face from the flames he had narrowly escaped. In his arms he clutched Kakashi’s injured form protectively. When he looked up to see where he was, he saw Obito and Naruto staring back at him.

“Pops?” Greeted Obito. “Where’s Gramps?”

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something infinite • part seven

SOMETHING INFINITE • PART SEVEN I ‘ L L P R O M I S E I ‘ L L P I N K Y S W E A R

part seven of something infinite – steve tries to decide what it is he wants, to keep burying everything down deep and keep it locked away or crack open his chest and trust you with his heart | ( 4.1k, angst, enemies to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader – find the rest of the series and more here and find the series playlist on spotify here )

J U L Y 1 9 8 7 🎶 i’ll be here, joel ansett

“Not here?”

“C’mon, Steve. Don’t make me say it again.”

“But, I’ve tried—“

“It’s just not a good time.”

“Please, I—“

“Steve.”

“Okay. Alright. Just, here,” Steve handed over a stuffed bear to Jonathan who took it gently. “It took me til the fair closed, but–” he stopped, realizing Jonathan probably didn’t care about the inside joke Steve shared with you, and shook his head.

Jonathan gave Steve a small, hesitant smile, maybe a promise to give it to you, and as he turned to leave Hop appeared in the doorway. Steve’s stomach lurched, but the grizzly bear of a man grunted a piss poor noise of reassurance.

“I’m not gonna bite,” he grumbled, “C’mere.” He clapped a hand on Steve’s shoulder and pushed him to the porch swing, leaning against the railing as the boy sat down. “Take it you didn’t fix it, huh?” his voice was gravely, but a bit softer than usual and Steve’s brows knitted together in frustration.

“Think I made it worse to be honest,” the boy confessed, unsure of why he was being honest with the man in front of him. Maybe it was the look of pity on his face.

“Probably,” Hop pulled a cigarette out of the pocket over his chest, wedging it in his mouth as he dug around for his lighter. “We all fuck it up at some point, just a matter of how bad you wanna fix it.” The man finally found the Bic in his jeans pocket. Lighting the cigarette he took a slow drag and glanced down at Steve, “You wanna fix it, Harrington?”

Steve scoffed, “Well, yeah.”

“Okay. Then own up to your shit. Apologize,” Hop shot him a stern look before blowing smoke off over his shoulder, and then his expression shifted. Softer somehow. “Look, I know it hasn’t been easy for you. Your dad–” he drifted off and shook his head, “–but not everybody knows that, huh?” He raised his brows, prodding Steve forward and the boy nodded before dropping his gaze to his feet. Hop took another drag. “Tommy, Kyle, those shitheads are only gonna keep gettin’ you into trouble.”

The man stepped forward and grabbed hold of the boy’s chin, tilting it roughly from side-to-side, inspecting the now yellowing bruise below his eye, the one on his jaw. Steve didn’t pull away, but he felt his chest tighten. Guilt. Regret.

“You keep hangin’ around with them–” Hop let Steve’s chin go, “–and everyone else is gonna leave.”

The boy huffed a sigh, folding over to rest his elbows on his thighs, burying his face into his hands. His voice was muffled when he finally spoke up, “Think I took care of that at the fair.”

“Good. Keep it that way,” Hop took one more drag, a hasty exhale of smoke, and then ground out the cigarette in the ashtray on the railing. Stepping in toward the boy he put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, “You gotta figure yourself out. What you want. Not what your dad wants. Not what Tommy wants. Not even what I want,” he let out a bark of a laugh, “Though I’d appreciate you not stealin’ my rig again.”

Steve pulled his head away from his hands and rolled his eyes.

Hop’s expression hardened again. Tough and sure. “I’m serious. About my rig, but more so about all the stuff before that. You try and fit other people’s expectations and Steve Harrington ain’t gonna exist anymore. Least not the one I know. The one I see with the kids. The one in here,” Hop pushed a couple fingers hard into Steve’s chest, tapped on his heart, and shook his head. “Figure it out, kid,” and with that he went back inside, screen door slapping behind him on the frame leaving Steve alone on the porch to figure it out.

Joyce knew. She was the one who’d heard you come home crying, heard your door slam, heard from Hop. She’d been through her own share of heartbreak and it always got worse before it got better and you were right smack in the middle of worse. So she gave you time. Gave you space. Gave you a break from the library. Gave Steve what little encouragement she could when he came in to do his hours.

The first time she saw him after everything she knew it would be okay because he was miserable. Worse than she’d ever seen him. Wading through things, more drowning than swimming, but damn if he wasn’t trying. He asked after you every single day for almost a week and she’d always tell him you needed time, that you’d come around, and he never pushed despite how much it killed him.

She was like everyone else, giving him the benefit of the doubt, but – like everyone else – she could afford to. She knew. She knew what Gary Harrington was like, knew all too well what it felt like to get yelled at, to get hammered on. Knew what it was like to be a verbal punching bag and for it to have happened to Steve, especially so young, her heart ached for him.

Of course it didn’t excuse his actions, didn’t make up for how he’d hurt you. She’d said her piece in frustration after Hop recounted the evening, but she understood. She understood and knew it was difficult, knew it was complicated, and so she tried to encourage Steve to do something about it. Like Hop had. Like Robin and Nancy did. Like you would. And he wanted to, he knew he wanted to, but it took time to work through things and as he clocked in and out of his shifts at the library that week without you time flew.

The day had started off gloomy. Clouds heavy and billowing and dark in the sky. The air thick and charged. Electric. A storm coming. The kind where you felt it before it happened. Could smell the rain before it fell.

Steve had just finished his shift and piled into his car to leave, but before he could back out, Joyce appeared at his window motioning for him to roll it down.

“Hey, d’you need me to stay a little later?”

“Oh, that’s sweet of you hon, but no. Hop just called. Wanted me to tell you he cut Fridays off your schedule. Just twelve hours a week now, so you can take the day tomorrow.”

Steve’s mouth dropped open into a little ‘o’, “Was nice of him.”

“Well, you’ve been really helpful with covering things, so I told him maybe you deserved to have a little bit of your summer back,” she gave him a smile. A small one. Like she knew something he didn’t and gave his arm a soft pat before hurrying back inside the library.

Little bit of his summer back, but one less day with you. If you ever decided to show up again. Despite what should’ve been good news, Steve’s lips pulled down into a frown and he shifted his car into reverse, rolling out of the lot and down the road home. He didn’t bother with a tape and just let the radio play Freddie Mercury’s voice for a minute before it slowly bled into the next song.

You with the sad eyes, don’t be discouraged, oh I realize. It’s hard to take courage in a world full of people you can lose sight of it all, the darkness inside you can make you feel so small.

Steve felt his heart start to pound in his chest as he drove, window open, thick summer air wrapping around him. He could hear your voice singing along in the car, the sound of your laughter squeezing his chest tight.

But I see your true colors shining through, I see your true colors and that’s why I love you, so don’t be afraid to let them show. Your true colors, true colors, are beautiful like a rainbow.

Raindrops began to fall then. Small at first as they hit the windshield, slow and warm, and he felt the air through the open window turn muggy. Drawing everything in. Like it was waiting to exhale and as he turned down your street, his street, he realized he couldn’t do it anymore.

He rolled right past his house, pulling into your driveway instead, and as he jumped out of the car the sky opened up. A breathy sigh. Tears of relief. Huge raindrops falling heavy on the hood of his BMW, the gravel in the driveway, the metal roof of the house.

It was only a few yards to the porch, but Steve was soaked in the seconds it took to run across the yard, shoes wet and trailing prints behind him as he took the front steps in one go.

Lightning cracked the sky in two. Thunder rumbling across the sky. Making the windows shake in their frames and Steve felt it deep down in his chest. His heart pounded against his ribcage as he reached the door, lifting a hand to knock, once, twice, three times. Waiting. Holding his breath. Praying.

When you’d heard the door you didn’t know who to expect. Maybe Robin? She’d been stopping by at least once a day to check on you, bringing you all kinds of candy and trashy magazines and movies, stuff to keep your mind off things.

Keep your mind off Steve.

At first all you could do was replay the moment in your head. Dumping your soda. Tommy laughing. The feeling in the pit of your stomach when Steve didn’t stand up for you. The wrecked look on his face after, all bruised and lip split.

You told yourself you didn’t have to feel sorry for him. Told yourself he did it all on his own. That he had to sit in it because who would do that? Who would do that to someone they cared about? Of course it was more complicated, a winding, twisted thing with layers that hadn’t been peeled back yet, but it didn’t make it hurt any less.

After you finished crying. After you got over wanting to throw things at the wall. When the feeling of Steve’s arms around your waist overcame the feeling of cold, sticky soda on your skin, Nancy’s words had spiraled around in your head.

He’s sweet, it’s just not easy for him at home.

Give him a chance.

He’s got a big heart, he just needs someone who isn’t going to break it.

Hot sun, tangerine bikinis, smoke and skunky weed and the glittering water of the lake.

I can be asshole, I’m sorry.

Steve grinning at you through the window of his car and the words you’d promised.

I’ll go easy on you.

The confidence he’d had.

I won’t need it!

And he didn’t, at least not as the ferris wheel spun you both under the inky black sky. Not as he held you steady when you were afraid. Not as he kissed you all sweet and warm and summer. But maybe he needed it now, he just didn’t know it.

You opened the door barefoot with a can of soda in your hand and a lopsided smile on your face, “Robin, Cherry Coke is just as bad as regular–”

But it wasn’t Robin.

Standing there on your porch, soaked from head to toe, was an obnoxious boy. Hair wet and stuck messy across his forehead, shirt clinging tight to his skin, rain dripping off the tip of his nose, chest heaving and brows knitted together in remorse and guilt. Your hand moved to shut the door, but he caught it with his shoe.

“Wait!” came out too quick, desperate, and then, “Please.”

You struggled, an internal war waged on yourself over whether or not to let him in again. To your home. Your heart. Sucking a breath in you felt your pulse quicken at your neck, your heart fluttering and frantic, a bird trying to escape the confines of your ribcage and you decided no. Not on the first count anyway and you walked him firmly back out onto the porch.

“You suck,” came out simple, sharp, meant to cut.

“I know, I–”

“No. Like. Royally. You’re an asshole, Steve Harrington.”

He clamped his mouth shut and looked down at his wet shoes, another clap of thunder rumbling against your eardrums.

“I know,” he said again, quiet, defeated.

“So? What’re you gonna do about it?” You crossed your arms over your chest, a silent line of defense, lips firmed into a line. Rain started falling impossibly harder, the assault of water on the metal roof above you loud and scratchy like static and Steve practically had to yell over the sound of it.

“I’m sorry. I fucked up and you deserve so much better than any of that.”

“I know,” you echoed him, but the feeling of your heart squeezing in your chest pushed you further. “I liked you. Really liked you, you know that?” a disbelieving laugh escaped you and you roughed your hands over your face.

“Liked?” Steve’s voice cracked as he looked over at you, rain trailing down the line of his jaw, eyes darker than you’d ever seen them. Warm honey and caramel replaced with pools of deep maple, edged in damp lashes.

“You left me! While those assholes ran their mouths you didn’t say anything. Not one word,” you didn’t shy away from him, voice shaking.

“And it was wrong, I’m a coward for it,” he took a step toward you and you took a step back. He let out a sigh and pushed a hand through his wet hair, resigned at first, but then his eyes flicked up from the floor to meet yours. Searching, working through something. Shifting on his feet he held your gaze, “Let me make it right.”

You didn’t say anything, at least not right away, and let his words settle with the rain that was gathering at the bottom of the downspouts.

“Please,” he asked, taking another step forward, but this time you stayed put.

“I don’t know how you can, but–”

“I can. I will or–or I’ll try,” he stuttered through his words, but didn’t give you any time to respond before turning to run back down the steps and into the rain. “Meet me at the skate park tomorrow, noon!” he called over his shoulder.

Climbing into his car to drive the couple of blocks down the street back to his place, Steve left you on the porch with your thoughts. As rain dumped overhead the little embers in your chest surprised you, flickering to life, giving you just the tiniest bit of hope that maybe, just maybe, Steve Harrington wasn’t an asshole.

Your skateboard wheels thudded blunt against the rough pavement as you pushed down the road. The sun was already making everything too warm and sticky, tiny beads of sweat clinging to your forehead, and you wished you’d taken Will up on the soda.

The day, despite being hot, felt fresh. Like the wash of rain had cleared everything away, like it was letting you start over and while you didn’t want to get your hopes up you really wanted Steve to be right. He hadn’t wanted to ‘fix’ it, didn’t make you listen to excuses, wasn’t begging or groveling.

Let me make it right.

After he’d left the day before you’d immediately called Robin.

“’Make it right?’ What does that even mean?”

“I dunno, maybe he’ll bring you flowers or candy,” Robin was oddly quiet, humming through your questions and conversation like she was waiting for you to change the subject. Did she know something?

Next on your list were Nancy and Jonathan and they were just as odd. Jonathan was talking too much and Nancy just kept shaking her head and mumbling under her breath, but Eddie. Eddie was the giveaway that something was up.

“What? Steve? Nothing, nope. Definitely nothing happening there. At all. With that, uh, situation.” Not one of them gave you anything to go off of.

Your stomach was twisted in a knot, heart pounding not only from the effort of skating, but from the anticipation of what was or wasn’t to come. As your board hit the gravel at the edge of the parking lot you kicked it up into your hand and tucked it under your arm, cursing yourself for not having a watch. How much longer til noon? You could hear Dustin, Time for you to get a watch, God! A huff of a laugh escaped you and you shook your head. Maybe you did need one.

The park was mostly empty, only a couple of older kids in the halfpipe, but you didn’t bother dropping in. Being this anxious meant you’d have piss poor focus and coordination and you’d probably just eat shit, the last thing you needed. So you posted up at one of the few picnic tables that had shade and waited. Eyes on the parking lot.

Time dragged, like you were wading through molasses, and you wondered for a minute if maybe he wouldn’t come. Maybe he’d stand you up. Make your decision for you by leaving you there with nothing. The thought made the knot in your stomach twist tighter and your leg started to jiggle under the table.

Why am I even here? He’s not gonna show. I should leave.

You felt your legs lift you from the bench, the instinct to run driving you away, but then you heard it. Wheels crunching on gravel and you looked over at the parking lot to see Steve’s BMW shift into park, but right behind it was a truck you didn’t recognize. What the hell? But then the truck door opened and it hit you. Tall, brown hair, cheeks covered dense in freckles.

Tommy.

You felt like you were going to throw up.

Steve met Tommy at his truck and they talked for just a minute before crossing the field to where you were waiting. Your heart was hammering in your chest, knot in your stomach twisting impossibly tighter, and god you’d wished you’d asked Robin or Jonathan to come with you.

As they got closer you could see what they’d done to each other after you’d left that night, a conversation had with fists, bruises lingering on both boys. Steve was a little worse than Tommy, but not by much and when they both finally reached the picnic table you had to remind yourself not to run in the opposite direction. You climbed up onto the table top, board upside down under your feet while the boys settled on standing, facing each other just in front of you in the dead, dry grass.

Steve glanced over at you quickly, a tentative look, a check-in, and you felt your nerves settle a bit, but your heart had other things to say. You were still mad at him, god you were mad, but you wanted so badly to fling your arms around him and just let the sun swallow you both up.

“The fuck is this Harrington? Why is Byers here?” Tommy brought you hurtling back to the present and he shot a scowl at you, the bruise on his cheek all faded plums and mottled yellow.

“Just shut up and listen,” Steve’s voice was firm, but cautious, toeing a line. Tommy didn’t say anything, but he also didn’t make any moves to leave. “First, you owe an apology,” Steve nodded toward you and waited, looking expectantly at the boy opposite him.

“An apology? For what? For running into me? For being a klut–”

“For being a dick, Tommy.” Steve cut him off and took a step toward him. They leveled each other for a minute, quietly measuring things up, and your stomach lurched uncomfortably. Then Tommy shook his head and tossed his gaze off away from you both, your ears catching a muttered fuck.

Tommy jammed his tongue into his cheek and as he shifted on his feet you didn’t find him as intimidating as he’d been on the fourth. He looked smaller here. Younger. His mouth was twisted into a frown when his eyes finally flicked up to meet yours, “Fine. Whatever. I’m sorry, okay? Sorry.”

Steve glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, wanting to hold your hand, wanting to pull you close, trying to gauge how you were feeling, but he stayed put. You didn’t say anything back, but Steve made sure you didn’t have to.

“Right. Second, we were together at the fair. On a date. And I’m an asshole for not saying so.”

A scoff came from Tommy and his stupid grin started to tug up at the corner of his mouth, “I can’t believe it. First Wheeler, now Byers–”

“Believe it,” Steve pushed two fingers into Tommy's chest, hard, punctuating what he’d said with a wordless Shut Up.

“Alright, Jesus. Do whatever you want, Harrington. It’s a free country,” Tommy shrugged Steve off, but his grin was gone when he looked back over at you. Point made.

“And I don’t want to hear about you saying anymore shit. Not from you or Carol or Kyle.”

Silence.

“I need a yes.”

“Christ, Harrington, fine! Yes. Can I get the hell out of here? I think you made your fuckin’ point,” Tommy was clearly losing his patience and Steve had pushed him, but knew when to stop.

“Good. That’s it.”

Tommy said nothing and simply flipped Steve off before turning and stalking back to his truck as what was undoubtedly a sigh of relief escaped Steve. He closed his eyes and he sank down onto the picnic bench below you, running both hands through his hair.

“Listen, I don’t expect you to stay or anything,” he sounded tired, like he’d been up all night, like he’d used every last bit of energy on Tommy. Then, finally, he looked up at you properly for the first time and gave you sad, lopsided smile.

You pulled your knees to your chest, chewing on your bottom lip, studying the boy sitting in front of you. Messy mop of brown hair, the curve of his jaw smeared purple with bruises, moles dotting across his cheeks, the long sweep of his lashes. You let out your own sigh, realizing you’d been holding your breath, and looked down at the scar on your knee. The one from when you’d fucked up an ollie the first week in Hawkins.

“I’m still mad at you,” you said quietly, flicking your eyes back up to look at Steve. His were still sad.

“S’okay. I don’t blame you,” he tried another smile, but it was weak.

It felt impossible swimming in all the thoughts and feelings that were flooding your brain at that moment. Mad. Mad at Steve for everything he’d done. Sad and disappointed that you couldn’t pull him into a hug right then and there. A deep longing to kiss the bruises on his cheek, the cut on his lip. Hope, or was it forgiveness? In the form of the tiny little embers that were flickering in your chest now as you looked at him, looking at you.

“Thank you,” you murmured, and the corner of his mouth lifted. It was small, but it was genuine. A little smile.

“You don’t need to say that.”

It was quiet for a minute then. The two of you just sitting in each others’ presence for a moment. Heat from the sun crept in through the shade and wrapped you up in the thick, summer air and made you feel all hazy. You didn’t want to leave. Even if it was to just sit in the quiet like this you’d stay all day, but what in the hell came next? It wasn’t simple. As much as you wanted to let Steve gather you into his lap and kiss you, you knew you weren’t ready for it.

You slid your board off to the side and turned to face him, folding your legs criss-cross-apple-sauce. It caught him off guard at first, but he slid his other leg over the bench and looked up at you, eyes still warm like honey.

“I forgive you, but you can’t do that shit anymore,” you said, watching as he dropped his gaze into his lap. “You gotta tell me what’s going on,” reaching a hand down you cupped his cheek in your hand and pulled his face up to look at you again, “Tell me.”

And then Steve said the most honest thing to you without even opening his mouth.

You watched as tears gathered along his lashes, welling up at the corners of his eyes as he took in a shaky breath and when he blinked he set them free to stream silently down his cheeks. For the first time Steve let someone else see him cry.

SOMETHING INFINITE SYNOPSIS: hawkins, indiana, 1987 – your mom is out of town for the summer on business and she sends you to live with your aunt joyce and her husband jim in hawkins while she’s gone. joyce works at the library and jim is the town sheriff – the kids, will, jonathan and el slowly warm up to you and it’s after you get in with them that you really start to feel at home, but there’s one person who just annoys you to no end. one person you’d love to just boot off a cliff – steve fucking harrington. ♥️ find the rest of the series and more here and find the series playlist on spotify here.

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A bit of last post-MNF insta live of the season recap from the Carraville double trouble:

1. Them being absolute schooldorks waving and laughing at Dave in the next car in traffic (I genuinely at this point strongly worry for jonesy's mental health and the amount of intense parenting he has to do every season) and then basically ADMITTING that they need someone to look after them on the show and keep them in check (see? I told you, school boys) otherwise they'll go absolutely off the rails, not that we haven't seen a glimpse of what that'd be like in that last 15 mins of mnf today.

2. JUST THEM BASICALLY CHECKING EACH OTHER'S WEEKLY PLANS WITH A PRETEXT OF DOING IT FOR THE CAMERA OK. (What u doin on Sunday--, Who're u goin with, u gonna be there on friday, etc.) I mean Gary literally asked whether Carra's going by plane or by bus, WHAT AIRLINE COMPANY HE'S GOING FOR, HIS DAY-BY-DAY PLAN IN PARIS (WHOT). All I can say is, repeating his very own words, gary "have you not got any discretion?"

3. Them just absolutely roastin Thierry Henry is an absolute banger tbh. Carra and Gary goin about Henry drinking in his fancy french candle lit restaurant with his fancy red wine whilst gary having an absolute laugh imagining his scouse half gettin absolutely pissed on cheap alcohol with a french legend during the CL final?? Comedy gold. (Also whether they realised it or not, they kinda gave away the differences between their relationship with each other and the relationship that they have with other pundits, like Jamie with Henry and Micah for instance. Jamie seems to unthinkingly opens up to Gary saying he never really has a drink with Henry, and maybe almost a bit too honest forgetting he's on camera by saying he's a bit relieved Man City didn't get through because he doesn't really know what to feel if he has to do the CL finals with Micah. Meanwhile, we know he never has a problem doing massive games for Liv United with Gary, it's the absolute trust of back and forth balance they've danced throughout so many years and knowing everything'll be just the same between them afterwards no matter what).

4. This is the bit that gets me, really. It's so subtly thoughtful and a bit out of the blue that there's no way Gary's not saying this for a reason. So Gaz brought up the recent media controversy about Stevie hyping up his villa team and giving extra emotional passion in the game against City to help Liverpool win the league. He then literally says that this is absolute nonsense, and very bravely calls out that it's just media spinning. He said that Stevie's thinking absolutely nothing but winning the game for Villa and doing the best job he can as he always did, because of his absolute mentality as a top manager at a top level team.

The funny thing was that Carra was completely silent during this whole topic as he has been the past few weeks and Gary didn't even turn to ask his inputs as he always did. That's when I realised what an absolutely kind act of caring this is. It's a bit of a given that Carra can't really say anything about his best mate and it's a very difficult position for him considering it's both Stevie and Liverpool and he almost always had to thread on a very thin line every time the media asked him about his relationship with Stevie as the Aston Villa manager these days.

I think Gary's completely aware of this. That's why he's doing the talking for him. It's the silent supporting pat that I think speaks volume of their trust for each other, a don't worry, I got this one.

And at the end, when Gary was joking that he would leave Sky if Liverpool wins the quadruple, Carra immediately challenges him to get him to say it on record because he knows Gary won't break a promise and wants a reassurance that he'll deny it.

I'd say love takes many form lads, but one of them is definitely the relief look on Jamie Carragher's face when Gary Neville said he's never leaving Sky (and a certain someone) again.

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15 + sereshace - liz

grapejuice - harry styles

There's just no gettin' through Without you A bottle of rouge Just me and you Sittin' in the garden, I'm a couple glasses in I was tryna count up all the places we've been You're always there, so don't overthink I'm so over whites and pinks

They're celebrating all of the squadron, but Natasha's about three hours past where she can care anymore.

The mission, about a year in their rearview, finally got declassified, and there's a lot of pomp and circumstance. Dress whites that feel too tight around the collar, presentations and awards and special commendations. Everywhere she turns there's talks about promotions and so much of the upper brass the corner of her mouth twitches with how much she's had to grin and bear it.

The bottom line is, she needs air, and soon, and when she gets the chance her hand reaches out to shake and make her excuses so she can wander out into the courtyard of the too-nice hotel. She stops at the bar on her way out, grabs a glass of red wine, and lets the glass sit precariously on a walkway railing for a moment while she collects herself.

It's almost empty out here, a couple of other stragglers in uniform. There's a gentle breeze that feels good on her face. She takes a couple of deep breaths, and takes the glass off the railing, lifts it to her mouth and takes a couple of swallows.

"Need a refill?" a voice says behind her. Familiar. Warm.

"This is my refill," she returns, turning her head to smile at Bradley. His whites shine in the lights that illuminate the gardens, but she doesn't miss the way he's already unbuttoned the top two, away from prying eyes.

She takes the chance to stretch her neck after keeping her posture so straight for so long. He follows the line of it with his eyes. She knows, because she does it, too.

"What're you doing out of the party?" she asks him.

"Avoiding questions and the admirals that're asking them," he tells her. His eyes scan the garden, and when they don't pick up on anyone with stars on their lapel, he leans forward and kisses her cheek. "You all right?"

"Fine," she murmurs, smiling at the daring kiss. "I'm avoiding questions, too. Avoiding everyone, really." It's then she sees that he's empty-handed. "Didn't you ask if I wanted a refill? Where's your drink?"

It's Jake who answers, jogging up to them with a prize in his hands. "He was waiting for me to sweettalk us into a bottle," he laughs, coming to a halt next to the both of them before holding it aloft for them to admire. Natasha takes the moment to admire his own look, his whites still styled to perfection. He might as well have been motionless for the last few hours. "Voila."

"You butcher the French language, Seresin," Bradley snorts, before taking the bottle and peering at the label. "A cabernet?"

"It was one word," Jake shoots back, rolling his eyes, before moving to stand next to Nat and wrap his arm around her waist. She leans into him, can't help the instinct. "And don't pretend like you can taste any difference. You've got no taste for the finer things."

Bradley's eyes look up from the label, and he looks between Nat and Jake for a moment with a smirk. A little bite of his lower lip.

"I mean, if you're offering a taste of something fine -"

"Boys," Natasha chuckles. She has to interrupt, bring some type of common sense to the banter. Pulling back from Jake, even with his pout at the motion, she nods to the hotel, where music and chatter carry over the courtyard. "There is a party in there. In our honor. I was just getting some air."

"And we'd figure we'd join you," Jake says, snagging the bottle again. "Y'know. Take a breather."

Bradley steps forward again. Rubs shoulders with Jake, and together they block her view of the party completely, pressed together, shoulder to hip.

"If they need us, Bob said he'd text," Bradley tells her. "We'll be all right for a little while longer. C'mon, Nat. Let's breathe."

They are alone out here. The air is cool, and the pathways dive deeper into rows of flowers that look a little mazelike. She itches for it, the chance to disappear, to hide away with the two of them and finish a bottle of wine, doing their best not to spill.

Jake reaches for the pin on her lapel. Straightens the line of it.

"Just for a few minutes," Jake pleads. Looking into her eyes with something longing.

She knows. She feels it, too.

"Okay," she succumbs, and their delighted smiles make their faces shine almost as bright as the garden lights. Her eyes roll at their obvious joy, but feels her cheeks heat at the affection. "Fine. But if either of you spill, I'm throwing you in the fountain." And then she pauses as she looks for a preferred path to wander down. "Did either of you geniuses bring an extra glass?"

"Who needs a glass," Bradley chuckles, following her as she turns to go deeper into the garden, "when we have a bottle?"

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[cyberrat]

66th Batch Of Fics: 5th Fill

Hanzo/Cassidy – Trucker AU – Part 22 – cont B63F3 – For once the both of them talk a little instead of just fucking like nasti bois.

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It’s a damn miracle that Cole managed to get the cargo delivered on time. He feels like fucking shit, though. He’s getting too old to pull long shifts like that… and doesn’t that thought suck majorly? He doesn’t really think of himself as ‘old’. Traveling with a barely legal pussy-for-hire has put quite a few things into perspective, though.

Like how he has kind-of-maybe decided to hold off on the booze for a bit so he could get it up more reliably to fuck Hanzo’s creamy little cunt.

Cole groans and rubs a hand over his face. He’s decided after dropping off the cargo to get yet another motel. He’s spent the first half hour standing in front of the bathroom door and getting his dick sucked by Hanzo for the privilege of being let inside.

He just about managed to pull his dirty briefs back up and stumble out onto the tiny balcony for a smoke.

He’s really getting old.

“Fuck,” he whispers into the night, aching eyes staring at the nothing visible for miles and miles.

A movement at his elbow has him peer to the side. The kid is standing there, half hidden behind the nasty looking curtain; half afraid some yakuza thugs will see him and half wanting to get some fresh air, Cole figures.

He narrows his eyes at the little glance Hanzo throws him, accompanied by him pulling a bit of a face.

“What’re you lookin’ at?” he grunts. He briefly leans into the railing of the tiny balcony but quickly stands back up. It’s freezing cold against his skin. “You think you’re so damn pretty, don’t ya? Out of the league of a fat old fuck like me.”

Hanzo’s face becomes blank as he studies Cole’s expression; apparently trying to figure out whether he is truly angry or not. After a moment he relaxes a little and says casually: “You could change your underwear once in a while. Or wash it.”

Cole snorts. He looks Hanzo up and down with a leer before drawling: “Don’t you come at me with that prim and proper bullshit. I know ya like my stink.”

He takes another drag from his cigarillo and blows the smoke into Hanzo’s face. The kid coughs a little but also doesn’t deny it so there’s that. His face is a bit more pink… almost like after he sucked Cole’s beercan dick.

“Hmn… didn’t ya wanna take a shower? Been workin’ for it real hard, after all,” he says with a leer. Hanzo’s flush deepens and he shrugs with one shoulder.

“In a moment,” he says so quietly it is nearly inaudible.

Cole grunts again. Honestly, it’s damn fun fucking around with the kid; but he’s too tired to keep it up. Or get it up again. So he doesn’t keep it going and just smokes for a while longer, surprised that Hanzo would stay with him for so long. He finds himself breathing shallowly and trying not to move too much – almost like he doesn’t want to accidentally scare him away.

Annoyed by that, he clears his throat and asks the thing he’s been wanting to ask from the very beginning: “So. Vegas.” He can tell Hanzo is stiffening next to him but he presses on regardless, keeping his posture purposefully relaxed and not looking at him. “Why’re you so hellbent on gettin’ there? You thinkin’ your li’l yakuza friends won’t find you there? Well kid, I hate to break it to ya, but I don’t think that’ll play out the way you’re hopin’ it will.”

He doesn’t expect Hanzo to answer; he’s a secretive little bitch, after all… but after a moment the kid shifts a little and Cole sees something glossy and square from the corner of his eye. “Because of him,” Hanzo says quietly.

Cole turns his head to see that once again that damn Welcome to Las Vegas postcard has been thrust out at him. This time, he is presented with the back, however. Someone has taped a picture to it; presumably the guy on it.

He takes it, half expecting Hanzo to quickly yank it out of his grasp but after a second of hesitation, he lets him have it so he can put it closer to his face and study the young man.

He’s handsome with jet black hair and both hands flipping off the camera. He looks like a delinquent if Cole has ever seen one, but also weirdly likable. He’s got a rascal-y sort of nature to him, he supposes.

“Your… older brother?” he hazards a guess after a moment of eying the picture and then Hanzo.

The kid’s face immediately sours as he thrusts out his hand, clearly asking for the postcard back. “Younger brother,” he hisses.

Cole lifts a brow but doesn’t comment. He’s always been bad at guessing ages and Hanzo being as short as he is makes it even more difficult.

He grunts softly and looks out into the night again, mulling things over. As he idly scratches his hairy chest he finally says: “So your brother ran away from home and you’re trying to get him back, I guess? Back into the… business?” He pauses briefly as he thinks of something and turns to peer at Hanzo’s dark, sour face. “...Or are you about t’ kill him?”

“No!” Hanzo exclaims but he also doesn’t look Cole in the eye which is… weird. “I want to talk to him.”

“Talk.”

“Yes.”

Cole has the distinct feeling that he’s being lied to, but what does he care? It’s not like they’re… buddies or something. They got a deal going, nothing more. But, as if a damn had been broken, Hanzo suddenly talks.

“We had a… falling out. And he ran. It’s been couple years now and I thought him killed by- well. I thought him dead. Then I got this postcard and I just had to-” he pauses, searching for words. Eventually he ends with a lame: “-see him.”

“Funny that he should be able to avoid those thugs for two years and you not even for… what? A month?”

Hanzo shoots him an absolutely dirty look so Cole lifts his hands as a sign of peace. “Easy now. ‘Twas just a joke.”

The kid mutters something but either it’s too low for him to make out the words or it isn’t English to begin with. Sounds decidedly mean either way. He lets it go, not really in the mood to argue right now. He’s so damn tired…

“Y’know, I know how it is to run. Got into plenty of trouble when I was young. Had a shit upbringing.” He doesn’t look at Hanzo. He half expects him to interrupt, but he stays quiet. When Cole chances a look he can see some surprisingly intense interest in the kid’s face. He hurriedly looks away again.

The atmosphere around them is surprisingly calm, though, even though he’s got the little slut’s belly still warmed up with his cum, he’s pretty sure…

So he finds himself talking.

[misshugs]

Desperate || snc

[req by @venusisaligned ] Another investigation, another scary night... well, maybe not so scary after all. They just can't seem to stop teasing you.

contains: SMUT +18, oral (m&w), cursing, pet names and all the good stuff

word count: 2.5k

[u n e d i t e d]

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"So this is the place?" You ask, looking at the Victorian-Styled house right infront of you. "Doesn't look half bad for like a 500 year old house."

"It looks great, right?" Sam smiled at you, opening up the door to the place. "Tour guide already told me where the key was so we can have a look before they get here."

"So we're having the place to ourselves for a couple of minutes?" Colby asked, walking inside after you.

"Yep, what do you guys wanna do?" Sam asked, closing the door.

"Well, we can do a lot of things in just a few minutes." Colby smirked while looking at you, making you chuckle.

"Ouf, don't threaten me with a good time." You answered to his obvious question.

"I never said anything, you dirty mind filled in the blanks."

"And how did you know I was thinking about that?" You raised a brow, leading him to think about it.

"Touché. You got me there." He laughed. "But hey. It really is an option. Just sayin'."

"You're hearing this guy right now?" You look at Sam while pointing at Colby, making them both smile.

"I mean, he does have a point..." Sam crept just a slight bit closer to you, making your heart skip a beat for a second, his intentions unsure, yet clear.

"Ah, you see? I'm not the only one." Colby proudly spoke up, making you roll your eyes.

"Oh, shut up."

"Make me." He quickly responded, gaining a giddy smile from him.

"I'll make you shut up alright." You said, your tone quickly shifting to a more flirtatious one, turning a switch on their system.

As you were slowly walking closer to Colby, Sam getting ready to join quickly after, a sound made you stop in the midst of cupping Colby's face on your hands and his hands quickly finding their way to your waist.

A knock.

"Hello?" Someone from outside asked. The tourguide.

You pouted, sighing as you separated from Colby's embrace. "Way to ruin the mood. Thought we had more time." You whispered, looking at Sam who was clearly bit annoyed by the timing.

"I did say minutes. Sorry." He apologized while quickly walking towards the door.

It gave Colby some time to grab your wrist and hold you closer, quickly giving you a peck on the lips. "Might be leaving me hanging now, but this isn't over." He whispered in your ear.

"Oh, I know." You smirked, walking towards the newly arrived people.

The tour wasn't long. The house had quite a few rooms, but most of them weren't really as interesting as the two main ones, where most of the activity was.

You were hugging yourself while listening to the guide talk about the story of the place and the people that have misteriously died.

"It is said that she killed herself, but there are speculations that say she was killed in her room while she was sleeping. Nothing quite confirmed, though. Since every time someone tries to talk to her she seems to avoid the topic."

"But she's able to answer any other question?" Colby asked the guide, gaining his attention for the meantime.

Leading him to not see Sam's hand slowly caressing your lower back, putting his hand underneath your shirt without anybody noticing.

You didn't respond to his touch to let him play it off, but your heart was palpitating at a higher rate the moment you felt his touch on your skin. You gulped, barely listening to the story as you kept on dozing off due to your attention being kept on... other things.

Although your vision was kept on Colby and the guide, your mind was vividly thinking, and feeling, Sam's touch. How he slowly descended his fingers to the waistband of your panties, softly playing with them before you could feel his hands getting deeper into your pants.

His hand holding onto one of your soft cheeks, squeezing them, making you sigh at the feeling. You looked up at him slightly. He seemed concentrated in the story, unlike you. If it weren't for the fact that you could no longer think straight due to your sex quickly heating up, you'd think he was just extremely curious about the story.

It would've been the case for anyone else looking at him.

Before his fingers could descend closer to where you needed him to be, he pulled away. Putting his hand on your shoulder, he answered a question the guide had asked him.

Looking at him, you almost wanted to whine about losing his touch, but you couldn't. There were others around, you couldn't.

And that's what made it worse. Or better. You could feel the adrenaline, your heat quickly turning sticky and getting caught on your underwear due to the sudden dampness.

Quickly, the questions were over and so was the tour.

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It was almost 12 in the morning, you guys were back from a lunch break whilst waiting for it to get late. The house in the daylight didn't seem too scary. In fact, it actually seemed quite vivid and beautiful.

But you couldn't say the same about it at nighttime. It was frightening, it had a different vibe to it that you just couldn't put your finger on.

Almost as if it were alive, but not in a good way like before. It felt as if it was desperately trying to pull you in, only for you to never walk back out.

Your easy going nature almost jumped out of the window when you walked inside. It felt cold, dead.

How ironic.

"Wow, it really does feel different at night." You said, remembering some of the few words you could remember the guide telling you about. This was... normal.

"It really does... it makes it spookier." Sam smirked. "Hopefully we get some good activity tonight." He gave you a quick glimpse before walking around.

As they began recording and walking around with you, your instinct cracked through and you held onto Colby's arm for some feeling of protection, which he didn't argue about.

"Alright, I think it's time to get the equipment, I'll be right back." Sam gestured to the outside, walking away.

Colby, on the other hand, didn't waste a second to get his hands on you. Quickly pinning you towards a wall, his lips interlocked with yours. A slow, wet and messy kiss.

His leg finding its way in the middle of yours, inducing pressure on your heat, letting out a moan that was drowned by the makeout session.

A hand slowly descended towards your hip, his thumb making circles around the slit where your skin was visible. When the both of you pulled away from the kiss, he didn't waste any time and slid his hand inside your pants and right in between your legs, touching your clothed cunt and making you whine in response.

"Such a tease you are. You're already wet for me, for us." He whispered in your ear, making circles on your clit. You panted at the feeling, your legs almost giving up.

"Colby..." You sighed.

"Desperate already? I can feel it." He kissed your burning cheek, giving you even more pressure with a mere finger.

If this is how one of his fingers made you feel, imagine everything else.

"Alright," You could hear Sam coming back, which made Colby smirk and pull away from you, making you whine at the sudden loss of touch. "Here's everything."

"Then let us begin, brother." Colby said, walking away from you. Sighing, you followed close behind.

It was absurd, you could simply fuck right there without an issue, but they knew you liked this. They knew you loved to be teased, to be on the edge at all times.

And they were right, you fucking loved it.

And it went like that for the whole night. Not even when the both of them were in the room you were... 'safe'. One of them was always closer to you than the other, therefore, more chances of him to touch you softly without the other noticing.

Or, at least, that's what you though. Both of them knew what they were doing alright, but they were acting as oblivious as possible to make it more entertaining.

It was going to be a bit complicated to edit out, though.

Whenever they started using some sort of method to communicate, they started to get touchy with you in the most discrete way possible.

Even whilst asking questions while doing the estes method. Somehow, they always seemed to find a way of holding you closer, getting more intimate without the camera on strict view of you.

A whole hour of teasing passed and you just couldn't handle it anymore. When Sam walked out of one of the main rooms, you held onto Colby's hand and got him closer to you, kissing him once again like before.

He smiled in the middle of the kiss, holding you by the hips while you cupped his face. Stepping away from the kiss, he chuckled.

"Babe, we need to keep going."

"Oh, fuck the investigation. I can't hold it anymore Colby, please." You whined, desperation on your words. "I need you."

He couldn't help but smile brighter. "You don't know how much I've been waiting for you to say that." He whispered before holding you up to walk you towards the bed.

He hurriedly got to taking off your shirt, trying not to separate his lips from you as much as he could. Kissing your neck whilst taking off your bralet, you tried to take off his shirt, successfully throwing it away.

Going back to your lips, his rough kisses were as desperate as you were. You grabbed the back of his neck, intensifying it and playing with his hair. You could feel his hands on your waistband, quickly pulling down your pants and leaving you with the last piece of clothing that was covering your cunt.

Before he could even remove it, you heard a noise, a knock. The both of you looked at the door, at Sam. He was with his hands crossed across his chest and his body resting on the door.

"So we're finally doing it?" He raised a brow and walked in looking at the both of you.

"Finally?" You panted, still with a shaky breath and looking at him confused.

"Yeah, well, when I said 'activity' I didn't just mean paranormal. We're not that oblivious as to what both of us were doing all this time, sweetheart." He responded, holding onto your cheek and kissing you softly. "I just wasn't expecting it to be so soon."

"She got desperate." Colby said, which made Sam chuckle.

"As always. Can't handle some teasing, hm?"

"Just... just... please." You begged, already feeling drunk by their mere touch.

"Please what, baby?" He asked, crawling on top of the bed. Colby made you lie on your chest, giving you a slap on the ass when he got the oportunity, making you whine.

"Please, take it off..." You mewled, feeling another slap before moving your hand towards his crotch.

"Then pull it out if you need it so badly, sweetheart." Colby whispered in your ear, biting it slightly. You could feel his fingers rubbing against your aching cunt, slowly pressing against the fabric.

You gulped and did as told, holding onto Sam's pants and taking off his belt, unzipping his pants. Your panties were slowly being pulled down while you kept on paying attention to the bulge underneath Sam's pants.

On the other hand, Colby's eyes darkened at the view he was receiving. Your dripping wet cunt made his own mouth water. He held onto your ass cheeks tightly before moving his thumbs towards your lips and spreading them apart.

Such a lewd site to admire. Licking his lips, he got on his knees and gave you a long, wet, lick. A moan escaped your lips, gripping onto the clothed dick you were rubbing against your palm, making him grunt a soft "Fuck."

Your legs shuddered at the feeling of his tongue against your heat. It almost made you lose consciousness right there due to your neediness.

"Come on, love. Don't leave me hanging." Sam snapped you from your dream world. You obliged, taking out his growing friend and admiring the view, trying to surpress some moans before holding his length and stroaking it a few times with the precum that was already dripping from his tip.

It made him sigh in response, touching your hair and softly caressing it in the meanwhile. "That's it. Mh." He bit his lower lip while looking at your panting face. Colby, on the other hand, started sucking aggressively. Thrusting his tongue deep inside of you, touching as much as he could.

Moaning whilst savouring your taste, trying to memorize every single inch of you with his tongue. It made you moan in response, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Trying not to wait any longer, you put Sam's dick inside of your warm mouth. Sucking onto his tip, trying to regain a bit of the consciousness You've been seemingly getting away from.

Bobbing your head up and down his length, you couldn't help but moan around it, giving him vibrations that made him see the stars for a few seconds. He helped you out, pushing himself deeper inside of you, almost making you gag at how filled your mouth was.

A few tears falling from your eyes while the pleasure from both sides was noticeable. You could feel the quick knot on your stomach unravelling, making you unconsciously close your legs around Colby's face, only for him to slap your ass one more time, making you moan once again.

It didn't take long until you released yourself. Him, helping you ride out your orgasm while Sam started thrusting harder against your throat, releasing himself inside it. Pulling away, he smirked at the face you were making. He couldn't hold himself, switching you around so that you could look at Colby.

"Look at this pretty little face, so needy for us." Sam said, cleaning a bit of his cum that was dripping out of your mouth. You gulped it down while looking at Colby's smile. Before he could even respond, you all heard a beep.

It was a REM-POD.

"Almost forgot this was a haunted house." Colby chuckled and stood up. It seems he fisted himself whilst he was busy eating you up. "So, let's continue that video, shall we? We definitely gave the ghosts a show just now." He laughed and fixed himself. As you looked at him confused, Sam stood up and fixed his pants as well.

You were in disbelief. Were they really going to just continue on like that?

"I'm sorry, but... fuck the video." You said, trying to regain your breath before completely sitting down. "Come here and fuck me instead."

Needless to say, you guys weren't able to finish the video.

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sorry that it took me a while (i had writers block for a while) but i finally found a good concept to go with to make it more interesting! hope you like it!

reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated <3

~nikkõ

[viderose]

thats out of your control i'm afraid. thats why you really have to be sure of who you marry and whether you think they have it in them to do something like that. it's sorta easy to live a lie online but in person its very different - i don't think you'd run into that problem to be honest. and honestly, you go to a club, get drunk and just flirt. not good at flirting? just try make eye contact with a boy or two and they'll think you're flirting. next they wanna talk 2 u and ur gettin railed...

i don’t like it when things are out of my control lol. you’re right though. im usually very choosy with who i get to know. just kinda got into a routine of talking with him and def felt very attached after a few months even though i didn’t really know him at all lmao. that’s kinda sad oop. and yeaaaa i don’t know how to flirt. i get told often it’s funny to watch boys interact with me on nights out bc im too oblivious to them. i guess i’ve just never gone out with the intention of finding someone to hook up with so maybe that’s why idk. also i just never find the guys that talk to me in clubs that cute or interesting. that’s so mean :-( it’s the truth though </3

[annaphoenix1994]

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Epilogue - Part Two - Farming, for Beginners

The following night and early morning was nothing but normal for John as he awoke with a bitter taste in his mouth after verbally fighting with Abigail. She would never know it, but she had squeezed John's heart in a number of ways that he could not describe. Wiping his eyes, he took Abigail's arm that was draped over his stomach and nudged it closer to its owner. He wanted nothing to do with her for the next few days as her words dug into him like a knife. 'Did she really mean that?' He thought. If her theory was true, he would not know how to continue on with his love for her.

Knowing work would ease his mind of its busy thoughts, he prepared himself for the day, leaving the cabin in silence as waking Abigail would easily lead to another argument. 

"Hey, Milton, can you give me a hand with this fence?" He heard Mister Dickens shout from the fence line bordering the main road. 

"Sure." 

"Know much about fence building?"

"Not really." John shrugged. 

"Can't build a fence, can't milk a cow, ain't used to shoveling shit, but took on a gang of robbers single-handed." 

"Guess we all got our peculiarities, Mister Dickens."

"What was you doin' before you came here?"

"I told ya. My wife got cheated out of inheritance, we was in a legal dispute... It was a bad time."

"Sounds awful, but I guess I don't believe a word of it." 

"I was raised to take a man at his word and also to believe that this is a free country. So free, that I can't tell you what to think, so I guess it don't much matter what you believe. But I will work hard and I learn fast."

"Okay," Mister Dickens chuckled. "Gimme a hand with this fence, then."

John nodded, helping Mister Dickens hoist the fence post into a standing position before easing it down into the pre-dug hole, the old ranch hand passing off his mallet to John. "Here. There's plenty more to do. Pound the top of that post with the mallet. We don't want it coming down. After that, grab a rail and line it up with the notch and place it in," Mister Dickens explained, watching John labor a deep sigh as he made himself pick up the heavy rails by himself. "You're doing okay. Now go to the next post and pound that in. I hope you grasped the basics, I got other matters to attend to, but there's more than a day's work here for you. Just follow along the road here. You'll see where I already pre-dug the holes this morning where the ground was still moist. The main goal is gettin' this whole ranch surrounded by a fence."

"Okay. I'll get to it." 

"Thank you, John Jim." Mister Dickens teased. 

Sweat poured from John's forehead as he continued his day's labor, getting to the north side of the ranch with his fence building, stopping at the front of the cattle corral as there was a space left for a security gate. 

"Jim Milton, over here! Put that fence down and get over here boy!" He heard Mister Dickens shout from the cattle corral. 

Rushing to the corral, he saw Mister Dickens and two men unsuccessfully holding an enraged Hereford bull. 'Ah, shit...' He mumbled to himself, knowing not much about containing livestock, but knowing well enough that a bull could not be controled by men on foot. 

"Give us a hand. You know much about bulls, Milton?" 

"Just the basics. Don't make 'em mad."

"Angus Geddes, this is Jim Milton." Mister Dickens introduced. 

"Mister Milton." Angus nodded. 

"Angus is your boss' son."

"Nice to meet you, now let's try and move this great hunk of chuck. Let me go get my horse."

"No, th-there's no time for that, Mister Milton-" Angus tried to explain, putting just enough slack in the rope to give the bull leverage in his rage. The Hereford bucked and thrashed his head, his horn picking up the young man and slinging him like a ragdoll against the corral before snorting and turning towards the remaining men that were standing, looking between them in favor of who would be next on the bull's list of carnage. 

"I'm gonna go get my horse! Mister Dickens, we need to rope him as a team. You can't just lead a bull by his neck!" John said before sprinting off to his borrowed mare, in which he was confident that the horse could do anything he asked. He tightened the front and back cinch as well as snugging the breast collar before mounting the mare, taking his lariat from the keeper and building a large loop, nudging the mare to canter towards the bull. "Get on your horse, Mister Dickens! I'll rope his head and you rope his back legs, alright?" 

"I-I don't know if we should do that, Milton! He'll drag us over this whole ranch with our horses!" 

"No he won't. Not if you get his heels and I have his head. We can drag him right back in!" John argued. "What? Can't rope?" He taunted. 

Mister Dickens raised his brow at the jab, the other two men chuckling at him, knowing he would have to accept the challenge. "I can rope, Mister Milton." 

"Well, c'mon, then. What kind of ranch hand are ya if ya can't rope?" He teased. 

"I'll be right back." 

John chuckled at Angus, seeing him holding his leg in discomfort, "He get ya?" 

"Just a bit. I think I can walk it off." 

"Good. I suggest getting behind that fence until we catch him." John advised. 

"You're just like an old time cowboy, aren't you?" 

"Not necessarily, just a survivor, I guess." John shrugged, turning his head towards the heavy hoofbeats, seeing Mister Dickens loping his Belgian Draft horse towards him. "You think we're ropin' an elephant?" John continued to tease. 

"Gotta be prepared for the occassion, Mister Milton. When that fourteen hand high mare goes down to be drug by that bull, I don't want to hear no fuss." He teased back. 

"I doubt that, Mister Dickens." 

"Well, let's see it then." 

"Alright. I'll rope his head and you rope his heels, alright? Once we get the rope on him, he'll fall down and we can drag him back into the corral." 

"I'll follow your lead, Milton." 

The pair cantered their horses towards the raging bull, spooking him in the process. Luckily, he failed to run too far as John got a lucky swing and built a loop big enough to go around the bull's horns, dallying the loose lariat to the saddle horn and turning his mare to the left, knocking the bull off balance. Mister Dickens had to take a couple of extra swings to feed the loop around the bull's hind legs, finding it rather difficult to pull the slack of his lariat as the bull continued to buck. After a few curse words and yanking on his horse's mouth to stop and back up to pull tension on the rope, Mister Dickens finally had paired with John in a successful team rope. 

"Thank you, Mister Milton." Angus thanked as John and Mister Dickens drug the bull into the barn, dismounting their horse and taking tension off of the lariat to loosen the loop, letting the bull move to stand on his own balance before Mister Dickens shut the stall door the bull had been taken to. 

"My pleasure. That was quite fun," John chuckled, proud of himself for feeling like he was of use for once without someone yelling at him. "There he is." 

"See you later, Jim Milton." Mister Dickens nodded, leading his horse by the reins. 

"See you after a while, Mister Dickens. I'll leave you to your privacy to learn how to rope." He teased. 

"Yeah, yeah," Mister Dickens scoffed. "You did rather good, Mister Milton. Fine job." 

"Thank you." 

"We'll make a rancher of you yet." The other ranch hand commented.

"I hope so." 

"Don't sweat it, son. All these men talkin' all wise comes from years of experience and they got it the same way you are right now." 

"That's an interestin' way of putting it." 

"Don't think on it too much." 

[muthmergya]

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Idk who da owner of this is but someone sent it on disc.

[phantomenby]

Are you fucking kidding me?!

Prompt : being the boys' stoner 'friend'

"Are they even in?"

Dwayne's question was answered when they heard crashing through the door, sharing a look with David.

Rolling his eyes and raising a bedazzled fist to the door again, Paul repeated his earlier motion, knocking on the hardwood. "They're always in trust me, you're gonna love 'em."

Hearing even more banging the rocker chewed his lip, pressing his ear against the door to try and make out what you were shouting.

"Shit- fuck!"

"Uh-" the four of them flinched when something hit the door, followed by the sound of glass shattering.

Paul began to knock harder, testing the door while Marko tried peeking through the small mail slot which had something taped over it, obscuring his view.

"Hey, bubbles!"

David arched a brow, now hunting for something in his coat, "bubbles?"

"Code name" Dwayne held his face in his hands, turning to hop up on the railing behind him, swinging his feet as he watched on at the chaos.

"Maybe we should break the door down?-" Marko was cut off as Paul took his advice, slamming his shoulder into the barrier between you and them.

His body barely nudged it, surprised at how strong it could be, going at it again.

On his third try, it swung open and he fell into the room, just missing your body as you sidestepped out of the way.

"What. Do. You. Want."

Smiling sheepishly Paul ran his finger along your bare foot, yowling as he jumped out of the way of you kicking at him.

"Heyyy-" standing in front of you and holding your hands up he took in your form.

You were breathing heavily, standing at the same height as him only slightly taller with how stressed and tousled your thick mane of hair had become.

"What's got you so messed up toots?"

Growling in warning at the name you turned to meet the stares of his friends, looking at him, "who the fuck are these bozos?"

Clapping his hands he tried wrapping an arm around your shoulder, backing away when your teeth snapped at him, gesturing to the three boys instead.

"Bubbles meet my boys, boys meet bubbles-"

They nodded at you, eyes raking over you, memorizing small details.

Paul had mentioned 'bubbles' before, mostly while completely spaced and on his last leg, they thought you were some weird hallucination he had made up. Evidently not.

You were tall, a couple of inches above Marko, built with strength but Dwayne was just thinking about how soft your hips must feel. Wearing your usual combo of a ripped-up band t-shirt and rugged jeans which were worn down at the knees and had been embroidered by hand. Long nails painted a deep red to match your lips, soft cheeks puffed up in irritation, and a pair of wire-framed glasses in front of red eyes.

"Why are they here?" ignoring the three men, not letting them tell you their names as you turned to your friend.

"Ah well, Marko kept making fun of me for talkin' 'bout you and sayin' I was gettin' strung out so-"

"That's a dumb fucking reason dingus"

Walking into your home you began to pick things up from your floor, not bothering to invite them in, they would walk in anyways. That's how you and Paul met. He had sniffed you out while you were baking some treats for your week off, when you heard the knocking you had gone to the door armed with a steel bat, expecting the cops or somethin' equally unsavory.

Instead, there was some fellow dopey stoner drooling on your porch, he had all but shoved past you and scarfed down half the batch before it had cooled down.

To apologize he paid you triple what the mari' you had bought cost, begging you to make more for him. Now you barely worked and got him the best stuff.

Looking around the four of them noticed how the entire space was in disarray. It was a nice pad, a large room, and some doors leading to the more private and necessary spaces. When Paul led them to the nicer private homes on the outskirts of town they thought he had found some niche house abandoned by the owners for the holidays.

But this was much better.

"What happened here?" David gave up on his mission to find his lighter, choosing to peruse the space around him instead.

You huffed, wiping your hair out of your face, "some fucks-" kicking a pillow out of the way and reaching for the fallen shelf, "-broke in, took all my shit, and I mean all of it."

The golden child Paul had already identified for you as Marko came over to help you, pushing the heavy furniture back to its original place and grabbing the books on the ground beneath it.

Thanking him you turned to Paul, "they took personal stuff too, no one should be able to get in here."

He nodded, moving things back to places he remembered them being, dancing his fingers across the walls as he searched for clues that would help him.

It was quiet for a minute, the two of you thinking hard.

Dwayne and David watched on like silent inquisitors, talking in each other's minds as they used their enhanced abilities to sniff around.

Smells male

Yeah. More than one.

"I need your nose."

They all perked up at that, Paul now sporting a large grin, "my nose?"

"Uh yeah, you're like a bloodhound with that thing, don't think I forgot about those last assholes you dealt with for me."

"Hmm, what's in it for me?"

-

After an hour or so the four of you were now relaxing in your now much tidier living room, David had taken your favorite chair and Paul was on the recliner next to him with the footrest up, lounging like a cat.

Dwayne and Marko had happily sat on the couch with you in between them, the latter playing with tassels on one of your pillows, admiring the beadwork adorning the small plump things.

Dwayne was admiring the plump thing between them.

Fortunately, Paul had brought some joints with him, thick things you had rolled a couple days ago after a delivery from downtown LA a pal of yours had sent up.

"You got a light?" Paul nodded, hunting through his pockets, pausing when he realised he had dropped it, turning to David who shook his head.

Marko moved quick, pulling out his own he had pinched a couple weeks ago, lighting the spliff pinched between your fingers before tossing it to Paul who nodded appreciatively.

"So, whatcha got?"

Taking a drag Paul thought things through in his mind, exhaling slowly and meeting your now slightly dazed stare, "more than one, I recognize 'em, won't take long."

You hummed, pursing your lips, "can you find them?"

He smirked, "for you, I'll do anythin' sugar."

Your grin paralleled his own.

"You gonna bring me with you this time?"

Marko and Dwayne frowned beside you, knowing Paul's methods would be unfavorable for you to witness. You were human, he would rip them apart with his teeth.

Paul

David echoed in his mind

I know

"No."

You glowered at him, giving him a look.

"Too risky-" you scoffed cutting him off.

"I'm no schmuck Paul, I can handle a little violence." you had passed the joint off to Marko, balling your fists.

As you stared into your friend's deep blue orbs a silent conversation occurred, after a moment or so you settled, falling against the sofa and sighing.

"Fine. Next time though-"

Paul raised his hands in surrender, happy to have calmed you for now. He knew in the future he would have to work harder to prevent you from engaging with his darker side.

The boys stayed with you for the rest of the night, joking around and watching gory movies on the tv in the corner of the room. By the end of it, you were leaning back on Marko's arm, enjoying the soothing sensation of Dwayne's cool hand pressing into the lush flesh of your thigh, running the pads of his fingers across.

David and Paul sat near each other, still talking unbeknownst to you.

-

Four days later they reappeared at your doorstep, in Dwayne's hands was a large rucksack and you beamed at the sight of it, squealing in delight and ripping it from his hands.

"You got it!" taking it over to the coffee table in front of the couch and crouching down on the carpeted floor.

The four men at your door were still fairly frozen, when they headed over they expected a similar outfit from the first time. Surprisingly, you were dressed in a black slip dress which was falling off your shoulder slightly, exposing your supple form.

David swallowed before taking the first step over the threshold, walking to the spot he had taken a few days prior. His boys soon followed. If they had been human their faces would have been a lot redded, that much they were sure of.

"Oh thank fuck." It was all here, some of the kush was gone, along with a few of the candies you had been experimenting with. But things precious to you were there, the small pieces of jewelry from your mother and your prized machete.

Standing you went up to each one of them, hugging them tightly and pressing hard kisses to their cheeks, squeezing them close in affectionate embraces, mumbling small 'thank yous'.

Dwayne was loving life a lot more.

You had given them your best stuff, placing everything back where it should be and taking inventory to count your losses.

The boys would pay off what you lost though, that they vowed too. As far as the four of them were concerned you were one of them, and you would be treated accordingly.

For now, they would simply watch you like a bunch of lost puppies, gazing at your voluptuous self as you fussed in your small kitchen, talking to Paul about your ideas which he listened to like a loyal subject.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Laisse tomber les filles 11

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; size kink; age gap; manipulation; sexual acts and dubcon, possible untagged elements..

This is a dark!fic and Lee Bodecker x (short) reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You find yourself ostracized on campus by your shyness, but your reticence won’t deter an unwanted suitor.

Note: Thank;s for all your patience on this series.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

You just wanted it to be over. The suffocating silence had you paralysed against the seat as the two men roiled in mutual loathing. Lee kept a hand on the wheel as his other kept wandering close to your skirt. You were embarrassed at his lack of shame.

Then it started. The whole seat shook with each kick of Andre’s feet against the back as he stomped the leather like a child. Lee jolted and gripped the wheel with both hands as he glared at the rear view mirror. He growled and cleared his throat.

“Boy, you don’t want to do this,” he snarled, “right now, you got one maybe two charges. I don’t care how rich your daddy is, I can have you at the station for months if I wanna.”

“Blah, blah, blah, you’re just small time, buddy,” Andre hissed, “gettin’ your kicks with college girls. It’s you who should be sitting back here--”

“And what were you doin’, boy? Houndin’ the girl across campus like ya do,” Lee retorted, “I’m tellin’ you one last time to shut your mouth.”

“Lee, please,” you murmured, “I just… please, just let him go and we can… um, be alone.”

“Oh yeah, she sounds real excited for your fat ass,” Andre chuckled.

“Andre,” you turned to peek over the seat, “I’m trying to help you.”

“I don’t need your help…” Andre jutted out his jaw and looked out the window, “...slut.”

The silence pervaded the car again. Lee’s breath gristled in his throat but he said nothing at his cheek twitched. You sat back and hugged yourself as you watched the road through the windshield. The tension strangled you and you just rocked as you wished for it all to be over. You wanted to go back to your dorm and hide under your covers.

The way ahead grew darker and while you weren’t familiar with much beyond the campus, it didn’t seem to be the way to the station. You glanced over at Lee and fidgeted. Trees rose around you and the land plateaued before a long bridge that stretched over a loudly flowing river.

Lee slowed and killed the engine. A shiver crept up your spine as you got a bad feeling in your stomach. You watched him climb out as his weight shook the car. You held your breath, time slowing as you held your breath and watched him open Andre’s door. It was the younger man’s huffs that brought you back to reality.

The sheriff dragged him out and they struggled as you pushed yourself across the seat and got out on the driver’s side. Lee fought with Andre as he angled him around to the railing of the bridge. You followed and saw the dark shadows of the crashing river as it dipped down into a dam.

“Wait, wait,” you grabbed onto Lee as he turned Andre to face the water, “what are you doing?”

“Now, honey, you go back to the car, you don’ need to be out here,” he elbowed you away, “I’m just teaching the boy a lesson.”

“Lee, please, let’s go--”

“Go back to the car now, dammit, woman,” he snapped and you flinched at his tone.

“Fucking pig,” Andre spat, “oh, I’m so afraid--”

“Uh huh,” Lee grumbled and bent and grabbed Andre’s legs. He thrust him up and over the rail, dangling him there as his cuffed arms bent awkwardly behind him, “y’aint scared, I see.”

“Hey, hey, let me up,” Andre demanded, “you fucking pyscho.”

“Now I just want you to think about how you talk to authority, boy,” Lee taunted, “lots more I could do than close you in a cell for the night and give a meal to tide ya over, don’t ya think?”

“You’re fucked,” Andre swore, “get me up.”

“I got no problem lettin’ you up, I just wanna hear it,” Lee snickered.

“Here what?”

“Here you beg,” Lee sneered, “just like this girl’s gonna be beggin’ for me and not you--”

“Lee,” you uttered in shock.

“Honey, now, I won’t tell ya again--”

Lee stumbled back and his arms flew out as he tried to catch himself. You heard Andre scream and ran up to watch him plummet down into the depths, legs flailing and crashing with a terrible splash. You gasped and covered your mouth as he dissipated into the black waves.

“Shit,” Lee grumbled as he stood and came up next to you, “I told ya go back in the car, distractin’ me like that.” He grabbed your shoulder and squeezed, “ain’t ya a good girl? You know how to listen, don’t ya?”

“Andre,” you tried to shrug the sheriff away, “is he--”

“Even if his head still in one piece, he got them hands tied,” Lee tutted, “goddamn accident like that, tragic thing.”

“Why would you do that? Why would you hang him--”

You were stunned as Lee shot his hand up to grip your chin. He forced your mouth closed and pushed you against the rail as he closed you in with his size. He glared at you in the shadow of his headlights, “what are you sayin’, girl? You talkin’ back to me?”

“Please--”

He pressed his finger to your lips and shushed you, “please, nothing, honey. This is your fault. That boy be back on his feet if you weren’t out her naggin’ me. You aint my wife yet.”

“Lee--”

“Sir,” he corrected you and poked his finger into your mouth, “now, they gon find that boy and they’ll call me and I’ll make sure they don’t get a whiff of us. You know kids, into weird things these days, always where they don’t belong.”

You blinked at him as your eyes glossed and pushed another finger into your mouth and hummed, “well, looks like we can get on with our date, honey pie.”

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It wasn’t until the lights of the city blurred your tears that you realised you were crying. You were horrified by the man beside you and yourself. You kept seeing Andre falling, hearing his scream, hearing the sharp splash against the water. You imagined the way his bones would’ve cracked and his lungs would fill as he was helpless to escape the flow of the river.

When the car stopped, you winced and Lee grabbed your hand as it balled tightly in your lap. He pried your fingers open and laced his between them.

“Honey pie, I’m sorry I spoke to ya like that,” he purred, “it was only… I was worried for ya. I didn’t want ya to see all that. Just tryna protect you and all that.”

“Can you take me home--”

“Home? Is that small room really a home, honey?” he shifted closer to your on the street and caressed your cheek, “you seen my home, our home. I wanna share it with you.”

“I got school,” you wisped weakly as he let go of your hand and slid his arm over your shoulders, “I can’t--”

“What you learnin’ in that school? You don’t need none of it. History? You can read at home.”

“But I… worked so hard. I wanna learn--”

“Let’s not talk about this right now, honey pie,” he cradled your chin, “it’s been a long night.”

You looked down, too hollow to argue. You didn’t want to marry him, at least you didn’t think you did. You still had another three years of school at the end of the semester and you enjoyed your classes. You might be alone but you weren’t lonely.

“So, you read some?” he asked as his thumb tapped on your chin.

“Yes,” you said quietly, “a little.”

“That first chapter,” he said as he pressed your lip down, “you wanna try some of that?”

Your eyes widened and you gulped. You looked out the window and realised that you didn’t know where you were. You could push him away and climb out but you wouldn’t know where to go from there. And you couldn’t do all that. You were trapped.

“Sure,” you replied and kept from sobbing, there was no other answer he would accept.

“Alright,” he pulled away and stretched his arms across the seat, “like I said, honey, you take the lead.”

You gaped at him and felt his gaze in the dim. The headlights were off and you heard the distant sound of tires. You were all alone in the heart of the metropolis. You rubbed your hands together as you hesitated.

“Your mouth, honey pie,” he breathed, “I been thinking about it all day.”

You remembered the opening scene in the book, the explicit descriptions of the sloppy mess of the act. You inhaled deeply and told yourself not to be you, be the woman in the book, be Delilah, the temptress.

You reached for Lee’s fly before you could snap back to doubt and fear. You tugged at his belt clumsily as your hands shook and you pushed down his zipper. You felt him harden beneath his pants as you did and you sucked in a lungful of air.

Your lips quivered as he groaned and tilted his hips. You pushed his fly open and reached into his briefs. You gripped him and gasped.

“That’s all for you, honey pie,” he purred, “see what you do to me?”

You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t find your voice in your tight throat. You licked your lips and braced yourself for what you were about to do. You’d come this far, there was no turning back.

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

I need a crack fic of Clyde hiding his last present *insert Justin Timberlake Dick in a Box playing*

A/N: I HAVE COMPLETED SO MANY CRACK THOTS IN MY HEAD TONIGHT IT’S SICK THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO HAS FUELED THIS FIRE! @xxcatrenxx I really hope you love the twist I put on this fic, thank you for allowing me to write it out... to completion 👀ENJOY BABE! 

Warnings: mentions of children, all the Xmas feels because I have to with this big ol’ softy bear, a big ol’ dick in a box, slight teasing, ass slapping, Doggystyle, deep penetration from our good ol’ country boi, caught in the act of or slightly thereafter, stuffing, breeding kink, dirty talk because Clyde is the best dirty talker, unprotected sex, cum eating, smut smut and more smut, with a lot of Xmas fluff because I hate myself

“Now what do y’all say to yer mama fer lettin’ ya open these on Christmas Eve?” Clyde bellows out at the kids as they ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ at their Christmas themed PJ’s. 

“Thank you, mama,” your five-year-old daughter and three-year-old son collectively turn and run to you perched on the couch, a Tom and Jerry in hand, enveloping them in the biggest hug you could possibly muster. 

“Yer so welcome ma sweet babies,” wrapping them in the fuzzy blanket you had draped over yourself, and kissing them until they begged to be let go of, “mama loves ya so much,” laughing as they screamed in fake cries as they wiggled away from your affections. 

“Now y’all go ahead an’ getcha jammies on an’ all that stuff,” he chuckled, watching you love and kiss on them as they tried to run away, “then ya can come give yer mama more kisses before Santa comes tonight,” they stopped dead in their tracks to beam at their dad who had said the magic word. 

They leaped off the loveseat, bounding up the stairs with new jammies in hand to get their little teeth brushed, and go potty before slipping into dreamland. You moved to get up off the couch to go help with the marathon of getting them to settle in bed before having a strong hand push you right back down. 

“Now, darlin’,” he tsked, the light from the Christmas tree glimmering in his eyes, “ya jus sit here an’ look perty while I get the babies all ready fer bed,” lowering down to steal a kiss from your lips, “you do enough round these parts, let me handle it fer one night,” kissing your forehead as he put the blanket back over your legs and lumbered upstairs to survey the damage from the kids. 

You sighed, watching the fire burn in the large fireplace of your new home, the farmhouse feel enveloping you in the country Christmas you’d been dreaming of since you’d met your sweet husband. The large pine tree beside your couch, emanating a fresh scent coupled with the embers from the flames in the kindling, and the sweetness of your hot drink as you let out a relieved sigh. 

Life was absolutely perfect. You had a home, two perfect children, a doting and affectionate husband, and the financial freedom the both of you had worked so hard for the past several years, not akin to the ‘cauliflower incident’ as you referred to it fondly. 

Above your loud thoughts, a low hum rang through the stairs as you took a sip from your mug. The sound of Clyde’s honeyed voice, lulling your sweet babies to bed with a Christmas story as they questioned every single page he’d read. 

You chuckled at their wonder, asking where Rudolph was in Santa’s line up, how many cookies does he usually eat, and your daughter making sure to tell her daddy to turn the fire off before he and mama went to bed so Santa wouldn’t burn his bottom on the way down the chimney. 

“Goodnight babies,” you heard him whisper, latching the doors to their rooms as he padded down the hallway. 

You waited for him to appear on the stairs, wanting to cuddle up with him by the fire with your mugs of liquor before heading off to bed, but after a few minutes, were growing slightly worried as to what he was up to. 

You released your legs to the slightly colder air, placing your mug on the coffee table as you padded upstairs, enclosing yourself in the sweater you had chosen for the evening. 

“Babe?” you whispered, wondering if he was alright, seeing the dark hallway with no light in your master bedroom. 

“Clyde, honey?” walking into the room to flip on the bedside light, jumping at the scene before you. 

“Holy shit!” you cleared your throat, “what’s goin’ on here?” eyebrows raised as you saw your big bear perched on the ivory comforter of your California king bed, clad in nothing but a pretty big box wrapped around his pelvis. 

“I don’t know Mrs. Logan,” he purred out, “why dontcha open it up ta see what’s inside… I think ya might like it just a lil’ bit,” winking as he watched you inch closer to the edge of the bed. 

Pushing your hair behind your head, gathering your body onto the sheets as you reached for the bow covered box, unwrapping the pretty packaging as his hand snaked behind to grip you full ass perched on your feet. 

“Oh honey,” you mewled, salivating at his large and in charge cock, bobbing at attention, practically springing out of its cage covered in precum and begging to be stuffed inside you, “I love it,” bringing your hands to stuff the oversized sweater in between your legs to curb the aching sensation in your netherregions. 

“He loves ya so much baby girl,” gripping and kneading on your ass as you removed the rest of the contents from his body, “in fact, he may wanna stuff ya like a Christmas turkey tonight darlin’,” smacking the covered skin as you fell forward on his stomach. 

“Would ya like that?” he mewled, gathering your fuzzy covering to push it, revealing your little blush pink panties underneath, “ta be stuffed with me again?” feeling the wetness that had soaked through them in the process. 

“Y-yes babe,” you whined, pushing your cunt into his touch as you sucked hickeys on his belly, “please fill me up,” whining into the darkness of the bedroom. 

“That’s all I want for Christmas big bear,” assuming the position, ass up, face down on the plush comforter as he scrambled his hulking body to position his cock at your entrance. 

“Well big bear is gon’ stuff ya full again,” pushing down the sheer lace to your knees, “make ya all big an’ round again with ma baby,” slapping your ass as hard as humanly possible before sheathing his aching cock into your tight little hole. 

“Fuck!” you cried out, prompting Clyde to grip the back of your head, pulling you up just enough to penetrate that perfect spot of yours, “now baby girl, ya know ya can’t yell like that,” he huffed in your ear, pushing himself to rearrange your guts in knots, “you’ll wake our precious babies up an’ then what?” snaking a hand to tease your clit as he left open kisses on the exposed shoulder of your sweater. 

“I-I,” you stuttered as he sped up his motions on your mound, only to break away again and shove your face into the down comforter. 

“B-babeeee,” whining as your pussy throbbed on his length, the sensation never failing to burn just a little at his girth, “I-I l-love bein’ full a you,” gasping on every push of his cock on your cervix. 

“I love seein’ my perty baby all full a me,” mewling and grunting as he thrust deeper and deeper, balls clapping on your pussy as he drank in your moans, “ya carry my babies s-so damn well,” gripping the sweater that had fallen up your back, pulling you even more flush with him as he railed the fuck out of you. 

The thought of being completely filled, sending a shockwave to your budding clit, a tingling in your spine egging on the flutters in your pussy walls. 

“I-is ma baby almost ready?” he growled, setting an even more brutal pace as he released his flesh and blood hand on your hip, no doubt a bruise already blooming from his iron grip on it. 

His thick, meaty fingers found their way back to your stiffened bud, the slightest touch sending you to the complete edge of your orgasm, “that’s it Y/N,” he whispered, sweat dripping from his inky locks as he encircled the peak in your sopping folds, “cum all over yer cock,” he uttered out, feeling the shockwaves clamp over his member as you cried out in complete bliss. 

“God fuckin’ d-dammit!” screaming as he sped up to ride your wave out into his own, “C-Clyde baby please!” feeling his movements become more erratic as you slipped from your high. 

“I-I’m,” he stammered out, pumping his cock a few more times into your glistening hole, “‘m fillin’ this p-pussy full,” growling like the bear he was as he released his swimmers into your gaping womb, the warmth wrapping your uterus in a hug it so badly desired. 

“Jesus f-fuckin,” he moaned out, hands covering your ass as he stilled himself, shaking from the aftershocks of his orgasm, “ya alright darlin’?’ patting your ass lightly, smoothing over the raised handprint he’d left. 

“Ya,” you panted out, trying to still your breathing as you felt his softened cock slide out of you, the sound making you sigh in relief as the air hit your hole. 

“Gah, yer so damn perty,” marveling at the mixture seeping out of your slit, “so fuckin’ wet,” scooping it up to stuff right back in, causing your pussy to clamp back down on his thick fingers. 

“Gettin’ greedy, huh,” he chuckled, watching as your cunt ate up the spend, “ya know we’re gonna hafta do this more than once ta get it right,” removing it to lick up the rest in his mouth. 

“I know babe,” setting yourself up to his blushing chest, rubbing his pecs as you leveled with his face, “remember we have two kids,” raising your pretty fingers to his face only to have him kiss the tips ever so lightly. 

“I know baby doll,” he cooed, pushing strands of hair out of the way, leading your lips to meet his in a searing kiss on the bed. 

“Daddy?” a shrill voice echoed from the doorway of the bedroom, the both of you freezing in horror as your pupils met, trying to ignore the call. 

Clyde turned around slightly, to notice your daughter crowding the side of the entryway, “y-yes baby?” he whispered faintly, hoping the voice was a figment of his imagination, the color leaving his face as he noticed her sweet little face scrunched up in a questioning look. 

“What were you an’ mama doin”?” she cocked her head to the side, inching into the light, teddy bear in hand, blinking her cute little eyes to adjust to the light. 

“Uhm,” voice cracking as he cleared his throat to give her an answer, not daring to turn around as he was still fully nude, “mama an’ I well, uhm, well we were,” panicking to look back and you completely lost in silent laughter at his starstruck behavior. 

You pat his chest, “I got this babe,” you tutted, pressing your index finger into his plush lips, and glancing over at your little girl, still waiting for an answer. 

“Daddy an’ I were havin’ some alone time baby girl,” you spoke just loud enough for her to hear and hopefully simple enough to understand, “now dontcha think you should be in bed?” cocking an eyebrow “I don’t think Santa will come if he knows yer still awake,” crossing your arms as you stared her pretty little puppy dog eyes into the abyss they were. 

“I jus’ wanted ta make sure daddy wasn’t hurtin’ ya, mama,” a tear rolling down her cheek as she started to back away into the dark hallway. 

“Oh baby girl,” getting up from your spot to lower your sweater and pull your panties back up, “daddy wasn’t hurtin’ me at all, now were ya daddy?” looking to him as you pulled her into a hug. 

“No honey,” he pandered, still facing away to shield her innocent eyes from his now completely limp member, “daddy wasn’t causin’ mama any kinda pain, I promise,” blushing and shying away at his little girl. 

“See?” you pet her little head, “I promise we’re both okay baby,” kissing her forehead, “now let’s get back ta bed now,” leading her back into the hallway towards her room, and tucking her in bed. 

“Mama?” she whispered as you back away towards the door. 

“Yes, baby?” answering her back as you glanced back into the night lit room. 

“Whatever y’all was doin’, I think you won the contest,” her face showing absolutely no signs of joking. 

“Well,” stifling an all-out snort, “t-thank ya, baby,” shying into the hallway to take a deep breath, “I think mama won too,” smiling at her dozing off. 

“Good night sweet girl, Merry Christmas,” whispering as you moved to leave the room. 

“Merry Christmas mama,” her sweet voice echoed back as you found your way back to the bedroom, chuckling in the hallway as you shook your head. 

This was for sure the merriest Christmas you’d ever experienced, and the most mortifying to boot. 

And it all started with a dick in a wrapped box.  

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WELL, I HOPE WE ALL LEARNED A VALUABLE LESSON HERE... LOCK YOUR DOORS AND CLYDE IS FUCKIN’ DADDY WHO NEEDS A PRETTY LARGE BOX TO COVER THAT MANHOOD A HIS... 😉

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK AND I HOPE YOU LIKED IT, BABE!

🖤,

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