#she said what if there was no escape button and you literally have to keep going?????

[these-are-the-first-steps]

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[roseghoul26]

Chapter 1: In A Faith-Forgotten Land

Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader

Synopsis: A fic based off the song “ivy” by Taylor Swift. After a startling introduction to the man, Arthur Morgan became the most important part of your life. Married at a young age to an older, wealthy man to help your family, you were trapped in a loveless marriage, your only sense of escape with the rugged cowboy. Will you be able to keep your affair hidden, or will your husband find out, and destroy the last thing that made you happy? Tags: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Strangers To Lovers, Infidelity, Fem!Reader, She/Her Pronouns Used For Reader, Period Typical Misogyny Author's Note: welcome to my first ever non-oneshot fic! hope you enjoy! Chapter List

The first time you met Arthur Morgan, you had quite literally crashed into the man.

It wouldn’t have been that big of a deal; you would’ve just said your apologies and went on your way, never to see each other again. And that’s what would’ve happened, if it wasn't for the fact that it was in your house, during the middle of the night, while he was trying to rob you.

You were no stranger to robberies, your house being a prime target for thieves; it was secluded, sitting in the rural area between Rhodes and Saint Denis; it was rich-looking, with three visible floors and a basement; and it had low security. The last issue you had tried many times to get resolved, but to no avail. Maybe this time you’d get your husband to spend the extra money for guards.

Normally, would-be thieves would be too loud as they entered, alerting either you or your husband of their presence, and he was able to scare them off before they could get their hands on anything. 

This time, though, you hadn’t heard a single thing. The only reason you were downstairs in the kitchen was because you needed a glass of water. In the darkness, the only source of light being the candle in your hand and a few oil lamps outside, you hadn’t seen the form of the man, bumping straight into him as you rubbed sleep from your eyes. 

The two of you stood deathly still, watching each other with bated breath. You hadn’t made a noise, even though the smart thing to do would be to start screaming your head off. Something about this felt… different, for some reason. You slowly brought up the light, making sure to not startle the intruder, just in case he had an eager trigger finger. 

You weren’t able to gleam many details of the man, mainly because of the low light, but also because a bandana covered the lower half of his face. He had medium length hair, the color indiscernible, and he wore a simple blue button up and a pair of jeans. The most interesting thing you saw on him, though, was his hat. It was visibly well-loved, the leather ripped and worn from years of use, and you were able to make out a clear bullet-hole on the rim of it. A piece of rope wrapped around it, the material frayed and barely hanging on. 

It was when you opened your mouth to speak that he moved, bringing a finger up to his covered lips in a hush gesture. “Don’t scream,” you heard him mutter. Whatever voice you were expecting the stranger to have, it certainly wasn’t that. It was low, gravely, with a pleasant drawl that had you shivering. Or maybe it was the cold. You were only in a nightgown, after all. 

You shook your head fervently, creating wind that threatened to blow out the fragile flame of your candle, trying to express to the man without opening your mouth that you were in fact not about to cry for help. He seemed to relax at that, but it was difficult to tell what he was feeling, the only gauge being his eyes and hard to read body language.

“So,” you began, holding your free hand up reassuringly when he tensed up again, expecting you to go back on your word, like any sane person would do. “So,” you tried again, “what do you need?” You made sure to keep your voice as quiet as possible, not wanting to alert the other person in the house.

The stranger cocked his head, rightfully confused by your question. You confused yourself with your own question, but it was the only way you could think to proceed the conversation. “I ain’t quite sure what you mean, miss.”

“You're in here for a reason, so what is it? What do you need?” When you were met with silence, you were starting to get impatient. Hell, all you wanted was a glass of water and to go back to your warm bed, but now you had to deal with a stranger in your house. You half-debated just leaving him to his devices and dealing with the consequences in the morning. It’s not like you cared about the expensive items in your house; they didn’t even belong to you. “Money? Food? Shelter? Or are you here to extort Mr. Kerrigan?” You added with a chuckle, but only you seemed to find it amusing. 

When he continued to stare at you like you’d grown a second head, you sighed. “Look, if you aren’t gonna say anything, then you should leave. He could wake up at any minute, and he isn’t going to be so nice about this.”

That seemed to do the trick, pulling him out of whatever deep thought he was in. You watched his eyes dance around, before he slowly started to back away. You saw that he was wearing spurs, which made his silent entry that much more bewildering. “You don’t gotta-”

Your name being called had you both freezing, and you saw him bring his finger up again. Turning your head to look up the staircase behind you, you were able to see the silhouette of your husband at the top, glancing down at you with hands on his hips. You heard him call out your name again, annoyance evident in his voice. Even without the attitude, it was much less pleasant sounding than the strangers, but now it was downright irritating. Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you responded with a soft hm? 

“Everything alright down there?” 

Glancing back over at the intruder, your mouth gaped uselessly as you tried to come up with an excuse that would keep him upstairs. The man stood ready to bolt, not quite sure what you were about to say. “Yeah,” you stuttered out before he got even more annoyed. Your husband, Hans Kerrigan, was someone who did not wait for an answer. “I, uh, stubbed my toe,” you offered lamely, not sounding confident even to your ears. 

Turning your head back to the staircase, you half-expected to see him descending, but were pleasantly relieved when you saw him still standing at the top. “You sure?” He questioned, and you nodded, even though you knew that he wouldn’t be able to see it. 

“Yeah. I’ll… I’ll be back up in a minute.”

After a moment of tense silence, you heard him sigh. “Alright. Just be quiet.” With that, his figure disappeared, and you let out a breath of relief. Turning your head back around, you were surprisingly disappointed to find empty air. For a moment, you stood there, fully convinced that you had just imagined the whole scenario. 

The fading scent of gunpowder and tobacco told you that it was real. 

Bewildered, you went to the front door, testing it with a few quick turns. It moved easily, no longer locked like it was hours prior, and you were sure to fix it. The next rational thing to do would be to plant something behind the door, because the intruder clearly would be able to lockpick it right back open, just as he had done the first time. 

Instead, you turned back toward the kitchen, continuing out on the task you had originally set out to do. You were definitely not as thirsty as you were minutes ago, but you still poured a small glass just for the sake of it, and you set down the candle on the counter. Sipping slowly, you couldn’t get the man out of your head, for multiple reasons. The most obvious reason was that he had broken into your house, so of course you were going to be thinking about it. But you would be a liar if you said that there wasn’t something… alluring about him. His voice was already plaguing your mind, and there was an almost kindness about him that you weren’t expecting that had you replaying the events in your head. 

There were so many things that he could’ve done to hurt you, but he didn’t. Not once did he reach for a weapon, remembering now the gun belt hanging loosely from his hips. Not once did he seriously threaten you, only telling you to not scream for help. Not once did he make any move to restrain or hurt you, keeping his space. You knew that it was crazy that something like that would be the epitome of kindness for you, but it wasn't like you were seeing it anywhere else. He was probably the nicest interaction you’d had in the last year, maybe even longer. God, did you enjoy the company of the man who broke into your house?

Having long since finished the small cup, you set in gently on the countertop, the glass ringing out with a soft noise. Not quite ready to go back to bed, you made your way to one of the windows that lined the front of the house, glancing out into the night-filled yard. Trees swayed in the wind as you gazed over the yard, and it looked undisturbed, the only sign of life being a small skunk that skittered across the grass. After closer examination, however, you were able to see a light trail of footprints in the dirt path leading to the front door, one set heading toward it and another moving away. You hoped that the wind would carry them away by the morning.

A couple minutes of watching out the window turned into several, your mind preoccupied with thoughts of the man. It was only when a cold draft from the window hit your body, causing you to shiver. Right, you were only in your nightgown. Running your hands up and down your body, you tore yourself away, quickly making your way back up the stairs after grabbing the candle. 

Skipping the first room that greeted you when you reached the top, you opened the second room’s door slowly, extinguishing the candle's flame with a puff of air. Your bed greeted you, and you were able to see the shape of Hans under the covers, back facing your side of the bed. Stepping softly across the wooden floors, you slipped under the silk sheets without making any noise. The bed shifted under your weight, and you froze, waiting to see if you woke the man beside you. When he didn’t stir, you settled in fully, still warm from when you were laying in it earlier. 

You really did try to fall asleep, trying to think of anything besides the stranger, but you found yourself going back to him in your mind. You really shouldn’t be thinking about him this much, but you found yourself not caring. This was the most interesting thing to happen in a while, so you were going to enjoy it while you could. 

As you tossed and turned in your bed, you were eventually able to fall asleep, your dreams luckily free of the stranger. Yet one thought rang through your mind the entire time. 

You needed to see him again. 

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Rhodes was a quaint town, red dust painting every surface available, and contained a few businesses that provided a livable amount of money for the town.

You hated it.

It was definitely a quaint town, old-fashioned in every sense of the world, stuck in pre-war ideas and mindsets. The dust was irritating, staining anything remotely light a deep russet red, which took hours to get out. And the businesses there would be fine if they weren’t blindly loyal to the Gray family, and showed nothing but contempt for outsiders. 

You would’ve liked to stay home today, as it was far enough away from the godawful town that you didn’t have to deal with it, but here you were, stuffed into a tight carriage with your husband across from you. He needed to run into the town today, needing to talk with the bank there about something you weren’t quite sure about. He purposely kept you out of his business affairs, claiming that it was no talk for a lady. 

You knew very little about your husband’s job, besides for the fact that he was very wealthy and very powerful. You also knew that he ran some kind of distillery of sorts, but that’s about it. Whenever you asked, he shrugged you off. 

So you had kept your mouth shut when he woke you this morning, bringing you to accompany him during his short trip. Like normal, you had gotten ready on your own, Hans disappearing into his office. You had felt a strange calling to wear a blue dress today, and you kept your hair free of any pins and ribbons, not quite wanting to put the effort into your appearance today. You were tired, but you hadn't been able to remember why. 

It was when you had headed downstairs, past the locked door of his office, that you remembered. A large, dusty footprint dirtied the kitchen floor, which you normally kept pristine. It had all come back to you then like a wave, the strange man in your house. His voice, his demeanor, the clothes he wore, everything. With a gasp, you had quickly swept away the mark with your stocking-covered foot, most likely dirtying the garment, but you didn’t care. You just had to get it out of sight before Hans came downstairs.

You had barely managed to make it disappear before you heard the creak of the stairs as he descended them, an indiscernible look on his face as he regarded you. After exchanging your usual morning pleasantries, and after you had made him a cup of coffee, the two of you had set out , boarding the carriage that he had hired for the house. Even after two years of marriage, you still hadn’t wrapped your head around the sheer amount of money Hans had. 

Tucked into Ringneck Creek, your house was surrounded completely by thick forest and shallow water, with ample amounts of wildlife that were enjoyable to watch. The natural formation of the ground had been altered, though, when the house was built, having created a path that connected it to the main road, but it was still quite a ways from it. It made the ride to towns that much longer, though.

So now here you sat, fiddling with your bag as you watched the passing greenery.You had about a ten minute ride to Rhodes, and about twenty to the bigger city of Saint Denis, so you settled back into your seat, your husband staring out the window in a similar manner, as there was never much to talk about between the two of you.

It was crazy to you, that you’d been married for only two years, because it sure as hell felt longer than that. And it wasn’t like you had a choice when it came to marrying the man across from you. Your parents needed the money, at risk of losing their entire tobacco industry that they created, so they had married you off to Hans Kerrigan, the rich businessman who’d been a bachelor longer than you’d been alive. He needed a wife, and they needed money, so it was an easy decision, one that you had no say in. Archaic, yes, but necessary. 

Hans Kierrigan was at least twenty years your senior, with silver hair to account for his age. He wasn’t completely unattractive, no, but he certainly wasn’t your type, one big reason being how much older he was to you. A thick beard covered his lower face, and you had yet to see him without it. He had dull, steel-colored eyes, and his brow was always furrowed, like he was constantly deep in thought. 

He wasn’t a terrible husband, but wet paper had more personality than him. He only cared about one thing, that being money, and trying to talk to him was like talking to a wall. You think you’ve only heard him crack one joke during the entire time you’ve known him, and it was when he was absolutely hammered. He provided for you, keeping your necessities fulfilled, and sent monthly allotments of money to your family to keep them afloat. In return, you remained loyal to him over the past years, you looked after the house, took care of him when need be, and were expected to bear him a child, which proved to be a more difficult task than imagined. You were also expected to keep up public appearances, Mr. And Mrs. Kerrigan the talk of towns, the American Dream couple.

He wasn’t mean, having never raised a hand to you or screamed at you, so for that you were grateful. He never touched you, quite frankly, and when the two of you were intimate, he would limit contact as much as possible.You knew that other girls in similar situations couldn’t say the same, so you counted your blessings, no matter how small they were. 

However, just like any man, he had his flaws. He wasn’t a person to wait for things, expecting to receive them on a golden platter, and he never took ‘no’ for an answer. He was also extremely controlling, some days worse than others, and you always needed his permission before doing something. You wanted to go into the city? He was accompanying you, limiting you to certain areas. You wanted to send a letter? He was reading them, making you re-write them if he didn’t like the content. You wanted to learn how to garden? That time he had laughed in your face, and you never asked again. 

Needless to say, you weren’t happy. You felt trapped, lonely, and like your life was coming to a complete standstill. You had dreams and aspirations before this marriage. You wanted to inherit the family’s business, you wanted to go to school, you wanted to travel the world. Hell, you had wanted a true relationship with someone, never having one before Hans. And now those dreams were buried in the dirt, rotting. You almost envied them.

The only moments you found yourself feeling some semblance of joy was when Hans went away, which happened quite frequently, and for long periods of time. During those days and weeks by your lonesome, you felt like you were able to move more freely, and you did things that he normally wouldn’t allow. You snuck into the city under the cover of the night. You had a little garden hidden behind some trees, where he was never going to find it, because he never explored the woods surrounding the house. If you had people to write to, you would’ve sent them countless letters. But even all that couldn’t combat the loneliness that you felt. It’s teeth sunk into your heart, poisoning everything you did with a melancholic venom. 

But if your family was thriving, then you would force a smile on your face every morning. The eldest of ten siblings, it was your responsibility to make sure your family would have a successful future. If halting your own life meant everyone else got to continue with theirs, then you’d stay. But you missed them, not having seen them since the day your father had approached you with the marriage certificate in his hands and Hans trailing behind him. You knew they had moved houses soon after you got married, so if your husband would even let you send a letter to them, you had no idea where to send it to. 

But you knew that they were well, which was all you needed to know. Sighing lightly, you felt Hans cold eyes on you, forcing you out of your thoughts. “What’s wrong?” He asked, the question coming from a place of habit rather than care, and instinctively you felt a smile force its way onto your lips.

“Nothing’s the matter,” you lied, and it sounded more confident than your lie last night. “Sorry.”

Either satisfied with your answer, or he simply didn’t care that much, he nodded, before returning to glance out the window. Every conversation with Hans felt scripted like that, and it was exhausting. Refraining from sighing again, you joined in looking out the window, you were startled to find the familiar shapes of Rhodes outside, the journey being pretty much over.

It only took another half-a-minute before the carriage was coming to a halt outside the bank, which was on your right. On your left you saw a prison wagon drive past, with two men on horses accompanying it. It wasn’t unusual for there to be a prison wagon in town, a lot of bounty hunters picking up work from the Scarlett Meadows Sheriff’s Office. What nearly caused you to stumble in surprise as Hans helped you out of the carriage was a familiar hat adorning the driver of the wagon. Yet again, you weren’t able to get a good glimpse of him, and Hans’ voice halted you from following the stranger with your eyes. 

“I’ll be in there for a bit,” Hans explained, gesturing to the bank. “Go ahead and wait for me right out here.”

“Could I run to the store? I need some things for dinner tonight,” you felt the lie tumble from you before you could stop it. 

Well, it wasn’t a complete lie, you did need to buy some supplies, but it definitely wasn’t what you were expecting to do today. He seemed to buy it, relenting after some thought. “Alright,” he started backing away toward the bank, “meet me over here when you’re done. Don’t take too long.” He paused for a moment. “You got enough money?” He asked, nodding to your bag which you held in one of your hands. It was kind of a ridiculous question, but you nodded anyway. Without another word, he walked into the bank, finally leaving you to your lonesome. 

As quickly as you could without drawing attention to yourself, you crossed over to the store before avoiding it completely. The men had all dismounted their rides, their horses hitched up on to the post outside of the office. A group of four men stood at the base of the stairs, deep in conversation. The only person you were able to recognize was Sheriff Leigh Gray, who was partially facing you as he talked with the three unrecognizable men. 

At least, two of them were unrecognizable. 

That familiar hat became even more clear as you approached. It looked even more worn in the sunlight, the brown leather turning a sandy tan in certain spots. The owner of said hat had his back to you, but you were still able to hear his voice clearly. It was just as you remembered, gravely and low and you could listen to it for ages. You couldn’t help the smile that graced your lips as you approached, and you forgot how nice it was to have a genuine one. Your wish of seeing him again was happening faster than you thought it would.

You realized you had no idea what you were going to say to the men, causing you to second guess what you were doing. It’s not like you could go up and say Hey, weren’t you in my house last night? Luckily Leigh saved you from having to come up with anything, his concerned expression turning to a welcoming one as he finally saw you. 

He clapped one of the men he was talking with on the shoulder, who had longer black hair that fell to his shoulders, slicked back with pomade. “You remember me tellin’ you ‘bout the Kerrigans?” The men gave partially-interested noises in response. “Well,” he gestured to you with his free hand, and the black haired man followed where he was pointing, turning around to face you completely. He was richly dressed, wearing something you’d see your husband wear, not a bounty hunter. Weird. 

The other man also turned. He also had brown hair, with a thick beard similar to Hans’. He was chewing on a piece of straw, and you watched him play with the repeater in his hands, antsy. The only one who didn’t turn to you was the man with the hat, but you heard him hum inquisitively to Leigh as you halted a few feet behind the group.

“Let me introduce y’all to Mrs. Kerrigan.”

[sunfyresrider]

Do you love me?

Synopsis: After a fight with his mother, she tells him you don't love him. So, Aegon does what he does best and invades your existence entirely.

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Wife (you) Warnings: SMUT LEGIT JUST SMUT, oral, penetration, kissing, aegon being pathetic. Word count: 1855 Note: As I said, smut to celebrate 200 followers!!! Forgive me if this is not my best work. I wrote it during the 2 hours I have before my job. (Literally posting this as I'm in the car on my way there) Sill I hope you enjoy the depravity my brain created.

You, peacefully, were writing letters to your family you had left at home to come to King’s Landing. It smelled like shit, the red keep was suffocating, and your husband… Well, he was alright at times. 

Today wasn’t one of the days he was alright. You were preparing to give the maester your carefully written messages when the door burst open and a very disheveled Aegon ran in. It took only a moment to notice the streaks of tears that stained his cherub-like cheeks. A strawberry red bruise painted the right side of his face… 

“It happened again?” you spoke softly, a slight shiver sent down your spine when he looked at you. Aegon wore the face of a desperate, pathetic and piteous boy who lacked affection from his own kin. It nearly made your heart wrench, but you’d grown accustomed to his displays. 

He would do something wrong, sometimes almost unforgivable and his mother would act in the only way she knew how. It was a never-ending cycle, he behaved inappropriately, Alicent found out and hit him, and he came running to you to ease his suffering. 

He rushed forward, grasping you by your shoulders and squeezing them tightly. His large blue eyes pleading with yours for some comfort, a silent request to ease his suffering. “Do you love me?” Aegon’s voice was shaky and hoarse from crying or yelling, only the gods knew at this point. 

When you didn’t answer fast enough, he shook you, the frown on his face deepening. “W-wife, do you love me?” You let out a deep sigh knowing what came next. You cupped his face gently and wiped the tears away with the tips of your fingers. “Of course… I love you with all my heart.” 

His mouth twisted into a crooked smile. Aegon’s black pupils dilated and filled the vast ocean of blue around them. His hand moved to softly caress your face, pushing the loose hairs out of his way. He dragged his thumb to your bottom lip gently tugging at it. Aegon leaned in so his breath warmed your skin and his lips hovered above yours. His eyes were half lidded and lips swollen from biting them, “prove it.” 

He whispered into you, and you let out a deep breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You slowly shrunk down onto your knees, taking your time to unfasten the buttons that lined his trousers. You should be used to it by now, the image of his cock springing out his pants that is. Yet somehow the size never ceased to surprise you. 

To be blunt you didn’t enjoy being on your knees or giving him head. In fact, you dreaded it. However, he never failed to reward you in earnest. His constant need to prove himself worthy of something gave you something to look forward to. So, you did not hesitate to wrap your mouth around him and swirl your tongue around his tip. Your small hands that barely fit around him rubbed his length. 

Aegon moaned as your soft warm tongue glided over his shaft. He always was the noisiest man you had ever met. The sound of his pleasurable cries escaping his throat made your body fill with confidence. With each moan, his hips bucked against your face. He grabbed fistfuls of your hair pulling you closer until your nose pressed firmly against the base of his member.

You gagged at the sensation of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Delicate tears began to fall from your irises, but you managed to hold on long enough to take his full length between your lips and bob back and forth. 

“Look at me. You’re so pretty sucking my cock, wife.” The sight of you on your knees, covered in spit and drool, while you sucked his cock turned him into an animal. “Ah- I love you.” He stuttered out between whimpers.

His words always made you melt into him, they fueled a wildfire of desire inside you that only he could tame. The taste of him flooded your senses and you swallowed every drop of his precum without hesitation. You felt his cock begin to throb and his balls tighten. The amount of seed leaking into your throat steadily increasing. 

Not yet, Aegon pulled you off quickly, your mouth let go of him with a pop.  He dropped to his own knees pushing his lips into yours with a bruising force, never letting go of your hair or speaking a word. His tongue slipped into your mouth and made circles with your own. His hands moved to grope every part of your body leaving marks where they gripped. 

A soft moan left your lips when he moved to unlace the dress you were wearing. He was skilled at that making quick work of taking off your clothes while his mouth never left yours. His strong hands pushed aside your panties exposing your wetness. The cold air sending goosebumps up your body. 

Aegon pulled your legs out from underneath you seating them over his shoulders. You hadn’t realized the ache between your legs until his lips were making its way towards it. Aegon trailed wet kissed his way up your thigh and bit down hard on your inner thigh causing you to yelp.

His lips curled into a devilish smile. “Aegon please,” you whimpered underneath him. Of course, he would never say no but the sound of you begging made his cock flutter. He smirked before kissing his way back to your entrance. When his tongue slid across your clit you cried out. He teased you relentlessly, alternating licking and sucking your sensitive bud.

Your hips rose off the ground as you tried to get more friction on your needy pussy. He pulled back to place kisses and marks everywhere you didn’t need him. His hands roamed freely touching every inch of your body. Every touch sent electric shocks through you. Each kiss set your nerves ablaze. 

After a few minutes of this torture, you began pleading with him to finish what he started. “Please husband, please.” Aegon’s face moved to hover over your cunt. His nose softly brushing over your sensitive clit, “Say you love me.” 

Aegon dipped a finger into your cunt, purposely pushing on that spongy spot inside you. His lips swallowed your clit, and his tongue roughly ran circles around it.  “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love AH-” 

The feeling of his index rubbing your G-spot caused your walls to contract around his digits. Your back arched off the floor as the pleasure washed over you. A scream escaped your lips, you came undone flooding his hand with your juices. His grip tightened as he buried his face further into you. 

You tried to squirm away, the stimulation becoming too much for you to bear. You couldn't stop shaking as your orgasm overtook you. All you wanted right now was to feel his thick cock inside you. "Husband," you sobbed uncontrollably.

Aegon pulled back, proudly gazing at the mess he created. He pulled his fingers to his lips sucking on the juices you left, “you always taste so sweet for me.” He leant down and pressed his lips to yours in a gentle yet desperate kiss. The taste of yourself on his tongue flooding your mouth… He wasn’t necessarily wrong you did taste sweet. 

"Aegon,” you mewled under your breath. “Wife,” he hushed you with a deep breath as he moved to turn you onto your side. Aegon didn’t treat you how you expected. He never fucked you like a whore, he preferred to cuddle while he rammed his cock inside you. He liked being able to watch you whilst he played with your breast and the feeling of the heat from your back warming his chest. 

He placed one arm behind you pulling you tight against his bare chest. He positioned himself behind you looking down into your eyes, he gently lowered his head and claimed your lips with his own. Your tongues tangled together, his cock resting just below your slit. He rubbed himself against you, collecting all the wetness onto his cock before he prodded at your entrance.

"Fuck!" You gasped as he pushed himself into you. The thickness of his cock filled you completely, stretching out your cunt no matter how many times it had been there. His thumb moved to your clit and he began rubbing it gently, sending waves of tingles throughout your entire body.

Aegon moved his free hand to cup your breast as his pace increased slowly building up speed. You could hear his grunts filling the room, the sensation of you clenching around him overwhelming him. His thrusts became harder, his grunts turning into soft moans invading your ears. You choked out praises, “you feel so good h-husband.” 

He moved his hand to rub your clit faster.  An intense pressure building within you with every movement. His breathing grew heavy as his cock continuously hit your cervix, your cunt trying to squeeze out his seed. “Aeg- please I need you,” you whimpered desperately. Aegon dropped his head into the crook of your neck and sucked on your bare skin.

"Mmhmm." He groaned into your ear, his hips moving quicker, your hips bucking to meet his. Your cries turned into screams as he pounded into you, “fuck fuck fuck,” you panted beneath him. His fingers swirled around your clit, the coil in your stomach threatening to break any moment. “P-please cum in me,” you whined pathetically. 

His pace quickened, the muscles in his arms bulging with each pump. The sounds of him railing into your wetness echoed throughout the room. Aegon began singing barely audible praises into your ear. As he neared his climax he growled, his voice rising above the noise of your bodies colliding.

You clenched around his length, the overwhelming feeling of ecstasy taking over. Your body began to shake as your second climax washed over you more intense than before. “Gods,” he cried out. You felt his cock pulsating inside you, his hot seed spilling forth and coating your womb. He shoved his lips into yours, muffling the cry that escaped your lips as you reached your finish. 

His movements slowed, the sting of him stretching you out beginning to take over the pleasure. You winced as he pulled himself out from deep within you. You laid limp beside him panting heavily, his hands roaming freely over your naked form. You looked up into his eyes that still held the sadness of a beggar boy. “Do you love me?” 

You moved forward with the rest of your strength, cupping his cheeks gently. You peppered kisses on his face forcing a smile to escape his lips. “Stop it,” he nudged your head back with his own. Behind the obvious sadness it was clear to see he was holding back amusement. Your expression changed, the mood growing serious by the second. You leaned back staring deeply into his sea-like eyes with nothing but adoration. “Yes, I love you very much.”

[copingwithobsessions]

Billy is autistic ♾

Just me rambling about an headcanon I take wayyyy too seriously :)

Hyperfixation : horror movies (obviously)

He just keeps talking about it. All the time.

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Also him using his hands while talking in this scene

(There's also something to be said about him mentioning the queer actors and not the 'straight' characters but that will be for another post-)

Also in the phone call where we're sure it's him :

(If he was the one calling Casey then there's even more-)

Also him just constantly talking with movie-related things : "It was edited for TV- all the good stuff was cut out", "nice solid R rating, on our way to a NC-17", "lately we're just sort of edited for television", "Maybe your movie-freaked mind lost it's reality button","It's all a movie, it's all...one great big movie.Only you can't pick your genre","I think she wants a motive","I don't really believe in motive, Sid.", "See it's a lot scarier when there's no motive Sid", "Is that motive enough for you ?", "How's that for a motive ?", "Just pretend it's all a scary movie Sid...How do you think it's gonna end ?", "Perfect ending.", "Now Sid, don't you blame the movies. Movies don't create psychos, movies make psychos more creative !" and basing his killing spree on horror movie tropes : phone calls, masked killer, virgins being the final girls (literally having sex with Sidney to fulfill the trope), 'no motive' etc...

2. Abnormal posture

3. Staring (last 2 photos, both scenes in Sidney's room, police station scene...basically when there's Sid) or excessive blinking (doorway scene, kitchen scene...(basically when there's Stu)

4. Plans and changements

Billy (and Stu) planned their entire killing spree (from the dates it would be on : surrounding the one year anniversary of Maureen's death, to the person they would frame and his supposed motive as well as Casey and Steve's murders with the phone call, the attack at Sidney's house, Billy's incarceration, Stu's phone call following it, Billy's fake death, kidnapping Neil before his flight and using his phone, hiding his car, using a voice changer, stabbing each other to seem like victims, the party etc...)

When Billy's (and Stu's) plans get changed (Dewey, Gale and Kenny being present, Sid escaping the kitchen with her dad and Stu losing too much blood), Billy panics and goes into what could be defined as a meldown : throwing out insults, walking in circles, never going to check on the first floor, destroying Stu's living room and just panicking all around-

(When he fails getting Sidney to trust him and makes her escape to the toilets, he punches himself in frustation)

5. Insociability

Basically doesn't talk in the fountain scene

Awkward and Unsettling while talking, even to his friends

Doesn't pay attention to girls being interested in him

Doesn't seem at ease with the number of people leaving the party

(Even fidgeting though that may be just be him checking that the people are leaving for real)

6. Overdramatic

7. Favorite person/people

Okay this one's not that common in autistics but for Billy, he definitely has a special person, two in fact :

He literally started killing because his mom "moved out and abandoned" him.

For Stu, I will be vague cause I'll talk about it in detail in the other post 👀but basically he's not really himself unless Stu's there and planned a killing spree where only they would survive (+ trusted him to stab him).

Bonus : If Billy is the one who called Casey

"I only eat popcorn at the movies" Well I'm getting ready to watch a video "Really what ?" Oh, just some scary movie "You like scary movies ?" Huhuh "What's your favorite scary movie ?" Hum- I don't know... "You have to have a favorite, what comes to mind ?" Hum...Halloween ! You know the one with the guy in the white mask who walks around and stalks babysitters. "Yeah." What's yours ? "Guess." Hum- Nightmare on Elm Street ! "Isn't that the one where the guy had knives for fingers ?" Yeah, Freddy Krueger. "Freddy, that's right. I liked that movie.It was scary." Well the first one was but the rest sucked."

"It's an easy category : movie trivia"

"Come on, it's your favorite scary movie, remember ? He had a white mask, he stalked the babysitters"

"Then you should know Jason's mother, Mrs Vorhees, was the original killer ! Jason didn't show up until the sequel."

And that's it ! A complete analysis of what could be considered autistic traits from Billy that got way too long-

[messrmoonyy]

friends with benefits with Tess but reader has some feelings for her and Tess rejects her a lot and tells her she just wants to have sex with her. But she’s trying to keep her safe because she’s scared that because she does bad things she might make reader be in danger. But Tess sometimes thinks that she wants to be with reader because she has feelings. But one time Tess finally sees that she has feelings for the reader too and they get together

If that’s okay it’s okay if you don’t want to write that

Apartment 342

Tess Servopoulos x reader

A/N- this is not even remotely as smutty as the request may make you think I’m js. Angst, smut( if you squint ), fluff, hurt comfort. All in one. I wrote the majority of this basically in one sitting right up until 2am last night. And I kinda love it. I’m also a little obsessed with Tess’ pov rn I don’t know if you noticed lmao. So this is a Tess pov. And again this literally just doesn’t have smut in. Like maybe 3 sentences. If that. I wanted tess’ emotions instead.

Warnings- smut ( oral ) if you squint, small mentions of violence and injury, honestly a pretty toxic relationship

Word count- 7.9 k

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Tess ran a soothing hand over your leg as you stopped squirming, going slack with a blissful sigh. She unhooked your leg from over her shoulder and sat up, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand with a satisfied smirk on her face. 

You always looked prettiest like that. Every muscle in your body turned to jelly, a blissed out look on your face. It made her chest twinge in a way she pretended not to notice. 

“ you okay? “ she asked, getting up from the bed and walking over to the window, pushing it open to let some cool air into the now stifling apartment. And hoping the breeze might clear the fog in her mind. 

“ I’m okay “ you said, making Tess glance back to see you shuffling to sit up “ you know someone might see you standing there fuckin naked in front of my window “ 

“ lucky them “ you scoffed, but smiled. 

“ yeah. Lucky them “ she took another moment to feel the cold air before turning away from the window. The last thing she did need was someone seeing her there, as much as she had joked about it . It was why she always made a quick escape, she came for what she needed. Then she left. And that was that. It always had been. 

That was the agreement. No strings attached. No emotions. No feelings. 

“ you know you don’t have to leave straight away? “ you said as she started picking up her clothes, pulling her tshirt over her head “ you make me feel like one of those whores in the back streets of area 3 “ 

“ why? I don’t pay you “ you rolled your eyes at her bad attempt at a joke and she sighed, buttoning her jeans. 

She had started to notice in the last few months your willingness to let her go when you were done was…. Lessening. You tried to make her talk, or even just talk at her. Prolong her visit. She wasn’t much of a talker, especially when it came to her emotions. Her feelings. And she got the idea that was exactly what you wanted to talk about. 

Maybe she was stupid for letting you seduce her all those months ago, letting herself be drawn in and not cutting it off after the first time. It was nearing a year of her slipping through the zone to your apartment, using you as her personal form of stress relief. 

And maybe she was stupid for thinking you would be able to follow the rules that she had set. That she would be able to follow them herself. Usually her self control was impeccable. But clearly not with you. 

“ maybe you should pay me “ you said with what sounded like you were trying to joke back, but it didn’t quite carry. She walked over to you, tucking her fingers under your chin so you’d look up at her. 

“ maybe I should. You always help me out don’t you sweetheart? “ she said with a smile, brushing her thumb across your jaw. She could see one of the conversations she liked to avoid with you brewing, the kind where you tried to make her stay. Tried to make her talk. The kind that almost always ended up in an argument. She could tell just looking at you, your eyes softening in that way they so often did when you looked at her. Gazing up like she was the most incredible thing you’d ever seen. 

Eyes swimming with affection. Affection that she couldn’t accept. 

Your hand came up to touch her cheek and felt like fire. Like your fingertips were molten and scolding her skin. And that look in your eyes… 

" Tess.. "

" don't " she stopped you before you could be even remotely caring towards her. It was always the same. She always ran. She was always scared of letting you in, letting you break the last barricades she had up against you. The second you cracked her she was done for. The second she let you in this entire thing was ruined. She kept you at arms length because she had to, because she was too old for you. She was too dangerous. 

She couldn’t. 

She wondered if you knew her own control was slipping. If you knew she only pushed you away because she had to and that was why you’d taken to trying to make her talk more. Could you see the chink in her armour? Could you see that weak spot hiding and were trying to push at it?

She figured you did. 

" are you okay? " she turned her head, your hand dropping from her cheek. Her skin still burnt. She could still feel you there. She always could. Your fingerprints were practically burned into her skin, a trail of everywhere you had touched her. Marking her in a way only she could see and feel. 

How could she be okay when she felt like you were all over her? on her skin and in her mind. 

" I'm fine " she lied. 

" that's always your fuckin answer " you muttered, annoyance filtering into your words.

" because im always fine " she sighed, annoyance in her own voice as she pulled her jacket on ready to flee the situation. Fearing that one day you’d bring up that conversation and she’d crack. And she couldn’t. She couldn’t. 

" no one is always fine Tess. You act like you’re so fucking strong all the time… but you can’t pretend with me. I see you " she gave a short laugh and grabbed her bag. Checking her gun was loaded and shoving it into her back pocket, it was past curfew after all. You sat up, holding the sheets to your chest as your eyes followed her as she collected up your clothes from the floor. 

" well, I am " she dropped them next to you and you grabbed her arm before she could leave. She avoided your eyes at first, her jaw tightening. She didn’t want to deal with this conversation tonight. Or any night for that matter. She needed to get out of that damn apartment. 

" Tess " she closed her eyes for a moment before meeting yours. They always looked so sad, like so much was going on behind those beautiful eyes. You wished she'd talk to you, she knew that. She knew you were silently begging for her to stay. To tell you what you wanted to hear. Wished she'd sit down and just spill every single trouble she had, confide in you. Trust you. But she couldn’t trust anyone. Not with emotions like that. 

Deep down she wanted to. Wanted to stay and tell you that it would probably end up with both of you dead, but something was prickling in her chest every time she looked at you. Every time she was around you. But she knew it would only end in disaster. 

" I'm fine sweetheart. Alright? Look I got shit to do oka- " 

" I dont believe you "

" I'm not asking you to " she pulled slightly at your grip but you didn't let her go. And maybe that in itself was a little win for you, because she very easily could shake herself from your grip if she wanted to. You weren’t even holding her tightly and she was far stronger than you anyway. But she didn't. She stood there with your fingers wrapped around her wrist, letting you have that. Part of her wishing she could give in. 

" you can talk to me. You don't have to leave 30 seconds after you fuck me you know. I don't know why you're so scared of me " she scoffed again at that “ or does only Joel get to hear your secrets huh? “ she shook her head and did let herself free from your grasp then, running a hand over face with a sigh. 

That was another thing about you. You’d started suspecting you were just her side thing, that she was fucking Joel and then going around to you for seconds. Which was stupid. Both of you knew that, you were just getting desperate clearly. 

Little did you know she hadn’t been with a single other person since she’d met you. Least of all Joel. 

" scared of you. Please " she shook her head with a slightly bitter laugh, shaking off those thoughts “ sweetheart I hate to break it you but you’re least scary person in this entire fuckin QZ alright" she placed her hands on her hips in a way that demanded authority, that served as a reminded of who was in charge. Who was the boss. A reminder that she had the power there and you didn’t, and that wasn’t about to change “ that's not our arrangement. We don't... talk you know that. You said you were okay with that. It works. Don't rock the fuckin boat. Be a good girl, do as you’re told " her tone was almost condescending, mocking. Further reminding you to get back in line. She was being mean. She always was. But it worked and kept you in place where she needed you to be. 

" right. Okay whatever " you pulled your clothes back on and stood up yourself as she headed for your door. But she stopped before she could reach for the handle, turning back around again. 

She was curious about what had brought on tonight’s particular round of questions. They were getting more frequent. 

" why are you doing this? " you raised an eyebrow clearly urging her to elaborate " this... trying to- we agreed no strings. This only works if we stay that way. If you listen " it was your turn to scoff and you folded your arms. 

" I think you ruined that yourself when you turned up here with a bag of illegal shit last month Tess. You’re the one that pulled me into the shit you apparently wanted to keep me away from. So don’t give me that bullshit that this only works if you do this stupid fleeing act every time you come over here because you wanna fuck and forget " 

She’d turned up with a bloody nose and her hood up, pushing into your apartment before you could even invite her in. She hadn’t known where else to go. She was tangled in a mess of some wannabe crime boss and had bitten off slightly more than she could chew. She’d thought going to you would be safe. There was nothing to link her to you, no reason why she’d go to you. 

But 2 nights later you'd been jumped on your way home from a work assignment. You’d have died if she and Joel hadn’t turned up, Tess getting some strange feeling that something was going down, deciding to go check on you only to find you blacked out with two thugs searching your pockets. 

She had kind of been forced to be a little more open with you after that. Though she still wasn’t exactly an open book because if you knew everything?  she’d scare you away she knew it. If you knew the stuff she did, the gritty details of how she and Joel had made their way up the ladder of command in Boston.  They didn’t get where they were by trading friendship bracelets. 

She had told you she'd regretted going to you the moment she'd arrived, that she shouldn't have put you in that position. That danger. Yet also convinced no one would ever suspect she would go to you. Yet someone had clearly followed her. And then you. In honestly she’d never been so scared for your safety like that. Or anyone’s for that matter. And that concerned her. Because she wasn’t supposed to care. 

Yet she clearly was. 

She’d stayed in your apartment for 2 days after the attack. Sitting like a guard dog at your door in case someone tried to break in. She didn’t think she’d actually slept at all in those two days. She’d tended to your wounds, watched out the window like a hawk, brought you food. 

That wasn’t the actions of someone that didn’t care. In fact it was quite the opposite 

" you know why I had to do that. The whole reason I came to you was because we had no strings. There was nothing to connect us " it stung a little. She could tell, something flickering across your face. But you were both used to it. Hurting each other " I didn't know someone would follow me. I didn't think- look I'm not getting into this tonight. I came here because I was stressed, you're meant to help me relax and right now you're just giving me a fuckin headache sweetheart " 

" right because that's all I'm good for for you isn't it? Stress relief? I’m not a fucking toy you know! God you're a fucking dick sometimes Tess, pushing people around for your own fuckin amusement right? " now it was her time to be stung. Just a little. 

She didn’t want you thinking that. But she needed you to. She’d rather you hate her and be safe than feel for her and be battered to a pulp by some nobody in a back alley. 

And she knew even if you did hate her you’d never lock her out. She had you by the throat and both of you knew it. You were putty in her hand and she knew how to press and mould you to exactly how she wanted. And you let her. 

" why do you care? " you laughed at that like it was the stupidest thing she had ever said. 

" because I do " 

" that's not an answer " 

" yeah well neither is 'I'm fine' when you clearly aren't so I guess we're both even huh?  " you'd got her there, her jaw clenching again. Maybe you both got off on the arguing like that. Maybe you liked pushing her buttons as much as she enjoyed pushing yours " do you care? Huh? Does that fuckin cold heart in there even know what caring is? " 

" do you think I'd be here if I didn't? " she snapped and she'd got you. For once she truly had rendered you speechless with that it seemed. It was pathetic really. The absolute bottom of the barrel bare minimum and yet it made your eyes widen, soften. 

" you don't act like it " all your anger had gone from your words. You sounded weak now. She didn’t like the way it made her chest ache. It made her angry. Annoyed. Annoyed that you kept making her feel. 

" I saved your life and I protect you every single day. And this is my thanks? Damn sweetheart, who’s the one with cold heart now hey? " she said and walked over to you in a way that would have been intimidating if you didn't know her, if you didn't know she'd never lay an agressive finger on you. A way that would make anyone else back up. But you held your ground. Maybe it was still a little intimidating though, the way she saw your breath catch. But you liked that and she knew you did " you think only one person tried to get you? Just that one I saved your ass from in the street? These kind of guys don't just stop at one person " she gave it a moment. Let it sink in. 

Let you know that she had been taking care of you without you even knowing it. Telling you she felt something without really having to say it. 

She tucked her fingers under your chin and for a moment she almost wanted to kiss you. Seeing you looking up at her like that. So vulnerable and innocent. So far from what she was. But she didn’t. She never kissed you. Never on the lips anyway. That was too… intimate. Kissing meant feelings. 

She couldn’t feel things. She couldn’t have you feeling things. 

" I- " 

" I have a lot of people that don’t like me. That want what me and Joel have " her voice was low, almost threatening. She needed you to listen, to shake you out of the mood you were in " you think you wouldn't be the first person they'd go for if they knew about you? They go for who they think will hurt the most. They find a weak spot and they break it "

" I didn't know " you whispered 

" of course you didn't. That's the whole fuckin point. I stop things before you even know they exist. People. You know what they'd do to you if they ever got their hands on you? Is that what you want me to tell you? “

“ Tess- “

“ will that make you fuckin listen to me? Hmm? If I tell you about how they'd hurt you? Kidnap you? You think they’d go easy on you? You’re young. You’re beautiful. Do you need me to tell you how much fun they’d have breaking you? " her voice remained steady. Low. Intimidating. Of course she’d never let anyone do those things, she’d protect you with her life. But if telling you about was what it took to make you stop feeling things. Then she’d do it. 

" Tess stop- "

" these aren't nice people. I don't deal with nice fuckin people. You really want to involve yourself in that? In my life? Put yourself at risk like that? " 

" you're scaring me stop " you whispered, the message seemingly sinking in. 

" good, it should fuckin scare you. So stop asking questions, be a good girl and do as you’re told. Okay? " she held your gaze for a moment before her eyes flickered away, her other hand slipped down around your waist and over your ass, giving a light squeeze. Solidifying the reason she was there, remind you the reason she had turned up at your door. Maybe more to herself than to you at that point" thank you for tonight " then she let you go and headed back for the door again, the moment over " I'll see you tomorrow sweetheart " 

To your surprise you followed her out into the hall and she wondered if you were trying to lure her back in again. You always did love arguing with her. 

" no. You know don't bother. Seeing as I'm so stressing for you, right? And I’m your weak spot right? Go see if you can find someone else to put up with you like I do " you said in a harsh whisper, not exactly keen on airing your dirty laundry in the hallway for your neighbours to hear apparently. She turned back to you as she headed for the stairs at the end of the hall, and couldn’t help the smirk that found its way onto her face. 

You were cute when you were trying to be angry. Telling her to fuck off like you so often did when she made you mad or told you some home truths. 

" you're funny " she simply said, knowing it would only wind you up further and made her way down the stairs, leaving you to stew on your anger with her for the night. 

She knew you didn’t really mean it. She knew you couldn’t stay angry at her. That no matter what she said to you you would be waiting for her the second she knocked on your door again. And maybe that was wrong. Or toxic. 

But it was also keeping you safe. 

It was raining as she slipped out of your apartment building. It was barely past 7 and already pitch black outside, the winter rain icy against her skin. But she almost didn’t mind the dark. It meant she could hide better as she slipped through the back alleys, avoiding patrols with ease. She knew every rotation in her area like the back of her hand, and the other areas for that matter. So she made it back to her apartment undetected. Wet and cold. But undetected. 

Tess walked into the dark of her apartment with a deflated sigh. Closing the door and tossing the keys onto the kitchen counter before flicking on the lamp, only to startle as she found Joel sitting at the kitchen table. 

“ what the fuck Joel! “ 

“ well good evenin to you too “ she held a hand over her chest, feeling her heart hammering away as she took a deep breath to try slow it down. 

“ I’m too tired for you to be sitting around in the dark you fuckin dick “ Joel simply shrugged and she felt his eyes on her as she rummaged around in the kitchen to find a glass, hoping a glass of water would steady her again “ why are you sitting in the dark? In fact why the fuck are you even here? Go home “

“ I had a headache. And I you know that is not a nice thing to say to a guest in your home “

“ guests are invited. They don’t let themselves in and sit in the fuckin dark and damn near give me a heart attack Joel “ she shed her wet jacket and sat down opposite him, noticing a welt on his cheek that hadn’t been there that morning “ the fuck happened to you? “

“ some fucker working for Farris happened to me “ Tess sighed and ran a hand over her face, a headache threatening to pool behind her own temples “ where the fuck were you? “ her fingers itched to go grab the bottle of whiskey she knew was in the cupboard above the sink. It would certainly make this conversation easier. But she resisted, knowing it would only make the headache worse tomorrow morning. 

“ I was busy “

“ busy fuckin your little thing on the other side of 4? “ she clenched her jaw at the unsavoury tone he had. She knew what he thought of you. She knew that he just thought you were a distraction. But she also knew he wouldn’t prod too deeply into the harsher thoughts he had, because she had plenty of her own verbal ammo to retaliate with. At least her recreational activities weren’t damaging. Unlike Joel and his Oxy. 

“ it doesn’t matter where I was. What matters is Farris is getting too big for his fuckin boots. And we need to be careful. We worked hard to get where we are Joel. I won’t throw away the last 8 years of work because some nobody wants to take over our smuggling lines. Alright? “ Joel raised his hand in some show of surrender, leaning back in the chair that creaked under his weight. 

“ so what are we doin about him. Cause if what those fuckers that jumped me tonight said is true, your little doll over the way might be in for one hell of a weekend “ that peaked her interest. Her eyes flying up to meet Joel’s “ now I got your attention huh “ 

“ don’t fuck around with me Joel. What do you know “ he shrugged and pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment. 

“ Farris knows we’re the ones that killed the guys that went after her. Some test I guess. Seeing if she really was the way to push your buttons. I guess we proved it to him “ 

“ fuck “ she cursed under her breath, leaning her elbows onto the table and raking her fingers into her hair “ fuck “ she could feel Joel’s eyes on her, burning into her. She was becoming far too slack when it came to you. She was beginning to let her emotions cloud her judgement. And she couldn’t do that. 

For one it was completely pointless to have the emotions in the first place. She was the one that had told you there would be no emotions. No strings. No nothing. Sex. And only sex. Two lonely people getting their required quota of human contact and that was all. 

But she knew you had abandoned that. She knew that you weren’t strong enough to control your emotions and it was rubbing off on her. But she had to be stronger. She needed to be. She couldn’t be with you. 

For one she was too old. Even the fucking wasn’t exactly the best of plans, she was holding all your attention when you could go out and find someone your own age. Someone a little less fucked up. But she was selfish. And she liked you. And she liked the way you looked at her. And maybe it was cruel to say, but she liked how you always came back. No matter what she said or how much she pushed you away. You always came running back to her again, which is what she always wanted. 

She had noticed herself getting a little less… distant. She didn’t really want to push you away even though she knew she should. She wanted you around. She wanted to keep seeing you. 

But it looked like that was starting to become impossible. 

You didn’t deserve the life she was leading. She did things too dangerous for someone as sheltered as you. 

“ well I’ll be damned “ Joel said after a few moments, shaking his head in what seemed to be amusement 

“ is something funny? “ he seemed to debate saying what he was thinking. And she knew he wanted to say it. To say she’d caught feelings. Say she was stupid keeping it going this long. 

“ you gotta cut that off Tess “ he said in the end, clearly avoiding what he really wanted to say to her “ You’re getting too tangled up in whatever the fuck it is you having going on with her. This isn’t you “ 

“ I know “ she whispered, resting her head in her hands for a moment “ I know “ 

She liked to joke and call you naive, but maybe she was the naive one. To think she could go along with someone like you this long and not get attached. 

“ this shit with Farris is serious “

“ yeah Joel I fuckin know “ she snapped, sighing again and sitting back in the chair. She gathered her thoughts, pushed you to the back of her mind. And focused on the business at hand “ so here’s what we’re gonna do “

" fuck that's it. Good girl like that " there you were again. On your knees for her as if you hadn't told her to stay away only a week ago. Her fingers were tugging at your hair, guiding your head at a pace she wanted. Once again letting her use you as a way to relieve her stress. Letting her take what she needed and have the control. And you were a sucker for her so you did it every time. 

So much you not wanting to see her again. So much for her telling Joel it was over.

In fact that was what she had turned up at your place to talk about. To tell you she couldn’t do it anymore, ready to make up some excuses that she’d found someone else. That she was bored. Any excuse that would hurt you enough to stay away from her for real this time. Ready to lie through her teeth and pretend you meant nothing to her in an attempt to keep you safe. 

But you had all but jumped her the second she’d stepped into your apartment, clearly having a stressful day yourself and in the mood to please. 

And having your head between her thighs one last time wasn’t something to complain about she supposed. Especially when you were touching her like that. 

“ that’s my girl, fuck just like that “ she’d miss that. Miss the way you felt smiling against her, how your fingers felt inside of her, the noises you made. 

She’d miss you completely. Not even just the sex. Your eyes. Your smile. Your fearlessness when it came to arguing with her, shouting back without a care. 

But it was for your own good. And maybe her own too. 

She didn’t last much longer, coming on your fingers with a choked moan and tugging probably painfully at your hair before going slack. 

" that's really not why I came to see you you know " she said with a small laugh, pulling her jeans back on and pushing her hair from her damp forehead as the blissful feeling left her as quickly as it had arrived. 

" could've fooled me " you cracked a smile as you said it and rose to your feet. 

She’d really miss you smiling at her like that. Miss the way your eyes practically sparkled anytime you looked at her, clearly such strong admiration and affection that she almost expected to see cartoon hearts floating around your head. 

" I'm serious " you sat beside her and she noticed the way you pressed yourself into her side. And she couldn’t help the way her arm fell across your shoulders, holding you there. Allowing herself that small thing before she pushed you out of her life completely " I just wanted to check on you. Especially after your pissy fuckin mood the other day " 

" thank you " she shrugged and you were both quiet for a few minutes " are you in danger? Am I? " you asked quietly, looking up at her with those big sad eyes. She refused to hold your gaze. 

" what? " 

" what you're doing? Is it dangerous? The people who made you worried so you came to check on me, are they dangerous? " You kind of knew the answer already she was sure of it. She was a smuggler. It wasn’t exactly the safest job in the world right now. You knew she was dangerous and she dealt with dangerous people. She did dangerous things. But you clearly wanted to hear her say it to you. Maybe so you could justify the constant worrying you always did for her. The worrying she always told you not to do. 

But it was okay. You wouldn’t worry for her after today. 

" I’m handling it "

" and if you can’t " 

" i can " 

" but if you can’t " you pressed 

" why are you so Interested? " she asked with a slight sigh, silently hoping she could’ve gotten a few more minutes of peace with you before the argument began “ you think I cant handle myself? “

" I worry about you " as much as you said it it still made her heart ache each time. Not many people cared about her. In fact she was certain it was just you and Joel. It was almost alien now " I always worry. I’ve seen you kill people like it was nothing and I wasn’t afraid, I was concerned you’d hurt yourself. You deal with FEDRA officers Tess. Any one of them could decide one day they’re bored and turn you in. I don’t wanna wake up one day and see your name on the roster for the public fucking hangings " you rambled it all out in practically one breath. 

She didn't respond straight away. Simply kept watching you as the words continued to tumble from your mouth before you bothered to stop them. Not sure what she was supposed to say. She wished she could be like you. So willing to express yourself and so open with your emotions. 

But this situation with Farris was big. And she couldn’t risk it. She had to stay on track. 

" you shouldn't worry so much " you almost seemed like you wanted to laugh. She broke your eye contact, staring at the black screen of the long broken tv instead " I can take care of myself "

" I know you can... it doesn't mean I won't worry. And before you say anything I don't want to hear that stupid no strings conversation again " You turned her face to look at you, hand on her cheek. So tender with her. So gentle. No one touched her tenderly anymore. No one showed her care. 

" Tess... " your voice was a whisper, trailing off as words seemed to fail you at the closeness of her face to yours. Her nose brushed against yours and she so desperately wanted to kiss you. She debated it for a moment, wondering if it would be so bad. She was still going to leave you. She was still going to break your heart, so what did it matter anyway? 

But she feared that as soon as she did so nothing she could say would push you back. You would never let her go after you got the affection you had begged her for for so long. She couldn’t take the risk. 

" don't " her voice stopped you before your lips could touch, low and almost warning, as her hand wrapped around your wrist. 

" please " it sounded weak. Pathetic almost. It made her chest tighten. You were so desperate for love. For love from her. And she couldn’t give it to you. 

" we can't. Not now. We can't " not now was probably a poor choice. It would insight hope. A half promise that the present wasn’t going to work. But maybe the future would. 

" why? " she pulled away from you and got to her feet. Running away. Again. She had to. She had to get out of there before she broke completely. 

" don't do this again for the love of god don’t give me this fuckin conversation again " 

" why can't you just answer me? Honestly. Just tell me why you won't even kiss me for fuck sakes. Why won't you open up to me? Why do you keep pretending you care about me only to kick me to the curb again? " 

" do you think I'd be here if I didn't fucking care? " her voice was rising and you knew you'd just fallen into the same routine of trying to talk and ending up in a fight. But maybe that was okay. That would help. Would make ripping the bandaid a little easier 

" then stop pushing me away! The no strings thing? It’s bullshit! It’s. Bullshit. You think I could be like this with you for this long and not feel something? And I know you feel something too you’re just too fucking stubborn. And I’m tired of pretending I’m not in l- "

" don't. Don't you say it " she turned to you, finger pointing at you in warning. Brow furrowed as it always was " don't. Say it. You say it and I'm gone. I'm gone and I won’t come back " she couldn’t hear you say that word. She knew you were in love. Of course she did. But you’d never said it. And that would be too much for her. That would hurt beyond relief. 

It would hurt you even more. 

You held her gaze for a moment. Debating it. But you looked so tired. You were done clearly. Done listening to her. Done being pushed around. 

" I love you " you said with a shrug, tears pooling at your eyes as you breathed it out despite her warnings, like it couldn't be contained any longer. It wasn't fair " maybe that makes me an idiot. But I do. And I won't pretend I don't anymore " tears fell down your cheeks then and she fought to keep her composure. To remain stony faced and cold. 

Rip the bandaid Tess. 

" you can't. You don't understand. Loving me is... I can't. You can't " she felt more flustered than angry, as if she'd received some detrimental information that was world ending. Her hand raking through her hair. She wanted to walk over, hold your face and wipe your tears. Tell you that yes you were so unbelievably stupid for loving her but she loved you too. She couldn’t “ i have to go “ 

" of course you do " you didn't follow her as she grabbed her jacket and headed for your front door 

" You won't see me again. I'll make sure Joel keeps an eye on you. I’ll make sure you’re safe but. This is it. You won't see me again like this. Whatever this is… it’s done " she hesitated for a moment looking back at your sagged, crying form. It was pity she felt the most. She pitied you. You who had just told her you were in love with her. That you cared.  

She wished she could tell you the truth. Tell you how she felt. But she couldn’t. 

Rip it. 

“ that’s. That’s the whole reason I came here anyway. Me and you it’s- look it’s done okay. I don’t wanna do this with your anymore alright? You don’t listen. All these emotions… we said no strings. And you didn’t listen. We’re done here “ 

" well good. I don't want to see you again anyway, don't ever come back here. Go find someone else to fuck! I don't want to hear from you again "

She didn't respond. Simply clenched her jaw and gave a short nod of her head. 

It had been ripped. 

It was done. 

You despised her. 

She left your building in a hurry, like the air inside was too confining and her chest felt too tight. Outside she took a breath, leaning back against the brick and closing her eyes for a moment. 

“ fuck “ she didn’t know how she felt. Angry. Upset. Both “ fuck! “ she dropped her head into her hands for a moment, trying to steady her breathing before raking her hands through her hair and trying to compose herself. 

She had important things to do. She had to find Farris and make this entire thing worth it. She braced her hands on her knees, taking a moment. And then she stood up and she left. She had to find him. 

Tess didn't exactly recall how she'd ended up in front of your building. Brief flickers in her mind of her and Joel finally tracking down the bastard that had been threatening you, the almost blackout anger that was clouding the memories. Blood. And guns. And knives. the hammering rain against her skin. But she couldn't recall the entire journey properly, or the events of the warehouse in area 4. Just that she was now there. Rain dripping into her eyes, entire body aching now that her adrenaline had worn off. Some muttered excuse to Joel to take their stolen goods back home and that she needed to make sure you were okay. 

She was convinced she’d taken a knife to the shoulder at some point, a dull ache growing stronger by the second. 

But Farris was dead. And that was all that mattered. He was dead. He wouldn’t bother her anymore. Or you. You were safe. 

She knew they were dead. That was a certain thing. They had made him suffer. Did the things she tried so desperately to keep away from you. But it was worth it. But other things she couldn’t quite recall, couldn’t quite separate the real from the make believe. 

She just knew she had to see you. After all she’d done. But you still hated her. She knew that. 

So she didn’t know why she was there. Or why she found her feet carrying her up to your apartment door. Staring at the metal 342 that had faded and tarnished over the the years. 

You wouldn’t see her she was certain. You’d slam the door in her face and tell her to get fucked. 

But she knocked anyway. 

She wanted to explain. Explain how she had had to push you away. Be cruel. Because she felt so unbelievably undeserving of love, especially from someone as incredible as you. Because she felt you deserved better. Someone younger. Someone who didn’t do illegal shit every single day. Someone who could keep you safe. 

But also… she just needed to be around you. To be in your company. To talk to someone other than Joel. He wouldn’t understand. But you would. 

She knocked again. Before she could change her mind and turn around. There was some shuffling around inside your apartment, the sound of the key in the lock. 

You opened the door only a crack, the security chain in front of your face. She almost smiled just at that. You'd listened to her and her worries for your safety. Your eyes fell on her and she waited for you to slam it back in her face, or tell her to fuck off and leave you alone. But you said nothing. You didn't even look that shocked to see her. 

" I didn't know where else to go " her voice sounded far weaker than she'd been expecting, and as though she'd had to force the words out of her throat. She waited for the door slam. Or that bitter laugh you gave her whenever she'd pissed you off or said something stupid that had upset you. 

But instead you closed the door softly, the sound of the security chain dropping and then re opened the door. You looked her up and down before reaching out your hand and gently leading her inside. 

She must have looked a sight. Soaked from the rain and sporting a black eye. And a possible stab wound. But you didn’t comment on it. 

She stood a little awkwardly as you re locked the door. Not knowing what to say at all 

“ shit you’re bleeding “ you said softly, coming up behind her and placing a hand to her aching shoulder “ sit down. You’re making a damn puddle “ 

She sat at the table and shed her button up, your hand gentle as you pushed her tank strap out of the way and examined the wound 

“ knife “ she said before you asked her, hissing through her teeth as you pressed at the tender skin. 

“ stay here “ she watched you go into the bathroom, the sound of cupboards opening and closing for a few moments. She almost wanted to cry. Or scream. It wasn’t natural how nice of a person you were. How no matter how much she pushed you around you still helped her. 

She didn’t deserve your help. Or your care. And yet you were giving it to her so freely. 

“ I’m sorry “ she said when you resurfaced, hands full of stuff to clean her up. 

“ yeah. I know “ you said quietly, dabbing at her wound a little harsher than probably necessary. But she deserved that 

“ I can explain “ 

“ you don’t have to “

“ I need to “

“ I know. You do. You have a lot of shit to explain to me. But… not now Tess. I don’t know where you’ve been or what you’ve done. But you’re in no state to talk tonight. It’s okay. I can wait “ there was no malice in your words, no anger. She was taken aback by it. 

She didn’t deserve you. She didn’t. 

“ I don’t deserve you “ you gave a small laugh behind her and she glanced up at you as you picked up a needle and thread from the table. 

“ you’re right. You don’t. But I’ve been known to have exceptionally bad taste in women “ she closed her eyes as you stitched her up in silence. And for once she felt like a weight was shifting off her shoulders. 

She felt safe there. Protected. Cared for. Like all her emotions of the day, the last few months in fact, came rushing forward. 

“ I didn’t mean what I said “ you sighed again behind her but didn’t berate her for trying to talk again “ I had to it- I did it because- fuck “ her brain refused to string a sentence together, still cloudy and frazzled from days of hunting Farris down. From the fight that had ended it all. From the lack of sleep. 

Maybe she was hallucinating the entire thing. But the dull pain of the needle threading through her skin reminded her she couldn’t be. 

“ you’re not yourself “ you said softly tying off the the thread and placing a gentle hand to her shoulder as you rounded her “ look at me “ 

You held her face in your hands, holding her head up so she had no choice but to look at you. She could almost see the cogs whirring away inside your head, trying to read her expression. But Tess was a notoriously hard nut to crack. Able to read a room in a second but impossible to read herself “ look. Tess. I’m serious. You don’t need to explain tonight. You can take your time. It’s okay. You don’t have to pretend to be something in here. It’s just me “ 

She closed her eyes and let out a deflated sigh. Maybe she shouldn’t have visited you tonight. Maybe she should’ve gathered her thoughts and tried in the morning when her brain would actually allow her to string together a coherent sentence. 

“ I’m sorry “ 

“ I know you are “ her own hands came up to cover yours, looking at your eyes that were swimming with sympathy. Pity. From anyone else she would’ve hated it. But from you it made her chest tighten. 

“ I don’t deserve you “ she repeated in a whisper “ I don’t. All that I’ve done to you all that I’ve said- “

“ shh. Not tonight. You can do your explaining. And your grovelling. In the morning. And before you protest you’re staying here tonight. Send you out like this fuckin FEDRA will capture your ass before you even reach the end of the street “ 

She did want to protest, she’d never stayed overnight. But she didn’t have the energy. Or the heart. 

“ I’ll go find you some clothes yeah? “ you let her go and turned to walk away but she stood up and grabbed at your arm. You tilted your head to the side, a flash of confusion on your face “ everything okay? “ 

“ I will explain. Tomorrow I mean. I’ll explain everything. And I’ll grovel. I’ll do whatever the fuck you want me to until you believe that I’m sorry “ she took a step to close the distance between you both, cupping your face in her hands “ I was scared “ 

“ you’re not scared of anything are you? “ you said quietly with a smile on your face. There was a lot she was scared of. And most of those things boiled down to you. She was terrified of anyone hurting you. Terrified of losing you. Terrified of the way that you made her feel. 

But she couldn’t find the words to tell you that. Not tonight. 

So she showed you instead. 

She leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to push her back and tell her not to. She wouldn’t blame you for it. But you didn’t. She kissed you in a way that could only be described as tender. Barely even touching her lips to yours at first, still waiting for you to shove your hands against her chest and tell her to get out. 

But you didn’t. You stepped closer, you warm hands sliding over her bare arms and up to twist your fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck. So she placed a hand to your back, pulling you in as close as she could, pressing your warm body to her cold and damp one. It made you shiver and she wondered if it was from her rain soaked shirt touching you or because of the kiss. 

She hoped for the latter. 

She kissed you in a way she had never kissed anyone else. Slowly, passionately. Expressing every single word of affection she had kept from you into every press of her lips to yours. 

she didn’t know how long it had been, just that you seemingly had no intentions of breaking away and she wasn’t about to either. So you kissed until her lungs began to protest, reluctantly detaching her lips from yours but not moving more than an inch or two away. 

She’d lied to herself before she thought. That this was actually when you looked the prettiest. 

“ I think that was a pretty good apology “ you whispered, your breath fanning onto her lips in a way that made her shiver “ you still have to grovel “ 

“ I’m aware sweetheart. I’m aware “ 

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Another lesson

[pt. 2 of keep you quiet, but you can read it as a one shot]

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Steve's gives you another lesson on being quiet...this time, Bucky helps.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Steve Rogers  x reader x Bucky Barnes

(Sadly no Stucky in this one...maybe only a hint? Blink and you'll miss it)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: barely any plot tbh, smut, 3some, p in v, unprotected sex, oral [ m & freceiving ], fingering, squirting, overstimulation, cum swallowing, cum eating, dp, Dom!steve, Dom!bucky, sub!reader

Tell me if I need to addd anything.

Btw I've never written a 3way so I've no idea how to do that. I hope you'll like it.

I literally put everything else aside to write this one lol

Keep in mind English is not my first language!

18+

Nervously you entered the elevator and pushed the button to Steve's floor. Would it really happen? Would you really have sex with Steve? Maybe he was just joking? Yet, it didn't really feel like a joke.

After leaving Steve and Bucky you went back to your room, where you've showered and changed. Even though your walls have been throbbing and clenching all the time, you haven't touched yourself. It...didn't feel like Steve would like that.

As soon as the elevatordoors opened, you walked to Steve's door. After knocking you could hear steps.

The door opened-but it wasn't Steve who opened them.

Surprised you looked up into Buckys beautiful blues. You could feel yourself blush, when you realised he was also shirtless. "Bucky-hi-what...I'll come back later", you mumbled, but Bucky only smirked teasingly and grabbed your top, pulling you into the room. Stumbling you accidentally leaned against Buckys naked stomach-were these abs real? There was no way-

"She can really be pretty quiet, huh?", said Bucky. "She can be, yeah." Only then did you realise Steve was just behind him-also shirtless and with his belt open. "What happened sweetheart? Where's did that bratty mouth go, huh?", Steve asked mockingly, pulling you against him. Your hands instantly slid to his naked skin.

Slowly you looked back to Bucky and then again to Steve. Bucky stepped a bit closer, putting his hands on you waist. You could see the question in their eyes.

Oh god, would you even survive two super soldier di-

Steve pulled you a bit closer against him, leaning to your lips. "Come on, sweetheart, where's that voice of yours", he mumbled. You couldn't stop yourself from grinning. Slowly you let your hands glide over Steve's pecks. You've never seen him backed from up close-same with Bucky. Immediately one of your hands found Buckys chest.

„Let's see if you old men can keep up", you mumbled cocky.

The next thing you knew, you were in Steve's bedroom, thrown on Steve's bed, with two super soldiers hovering over you. You had no idea who's hands where at your body, who's lips kissed your neck.

It felt amazing. Getting so much attention of two men-not only any men, Steve and Bucky.

You've always liked Steve and Bucky-well, besides the constant arguments. The two were pretty nice, funny and charming. Many agents wanted to get to know them better...you've heard some very detailed conversations. Very, very detailed...

You moaned quietly when a hand pressed on your clothed core. "Are you still wet, baby?", Steve whispered against your ear, while Bucky bit into your exposed collarbone, while he slowly pushed your shirt up.

"Yes, Steve, please...Bucky, please", you mumbled while grabbing Buckys hair and pulling him closer to your lips. He immediately understood and kissed you fiercely. His tongue found it's way into your mouth, while he grabbed your bra clothed breast under your shirt. A quiet moan escaped you and you pressed yourself towards their hands. Steve watched the two of you for a moment, before he started to pull your sweatpants down. They quickly Landed on the floor.

His face was close enough to your heat, he could smell you. How wet you were. It made his-already hard-dick twitch. Unintentionally he grind against the bed. Looking at your pretty panties he could see the wet spot of your arousal forming. "Fucking drenched..." He couldn't stop himself from pressing his lips against your clothed entrance and sucking on your clit. Immediately you moaned loudly into Buckys mouth.

The brunette looked down at you, before his attention was taken by Steve's head moving between your legs. Bucky pushed your shirt over your head and threw it to the floor, next to your sweatpants.

"So pretty...isn't she pretty, Steve?", Bucky mumbled against your neck, which made you lean your head back, to give Bucky more room. He kissed every inch of your skin. Your skin felt so soft against his lips. He wanted to taste all of you.

His left arm grabbed your bra in the middle and ripped it right off of your body.

A surprised gasped escaped your lips while your hands immediately tried to cover your backed breasts. You haven't expected something like this.

Steve lifted his head and watched, as Bucky put both of your hands over your head, teasing  your nipples into peaks with chilly metal fingers and soft lips.

Grinning Steve slowly let your panties slide down your legs. Seeing your glistening core, your puffy and pulsing clit, made him moan immediately. He couldn't stop thinking about your pussy, since you've left the common room a few hours before.

You grabbed Steve's hair when his tongue found your heat, licking over your folds to your clit. Your taste spread over his tongue, making him moan into your heat. He licked all of your juices up. Steve looked up from between your legs, only to meet your and Buckys gaze. "Steve, keep going...", you mumbled, pushing his head closer to your core.

Both men looked with raised eyebrows at you, then at each other.

They had a silent conversation, which made you feel unsure, but also very aroused. More then you already were.

"Let's see how many times she can cum before she loses her voice, what do you think about that, Steve?", Bucky asked, still twirling your nipple, like it was his Stress-toy. Steve let one of his fingers slide slowly into your entrance, making you whimper. "Yeah, that's a great idea, Buck. We should do that", Steve answered, licking over your clit again. They had this conversation, like you weren't even there. Like you were a toy. And this thought made you clench around Steve's fingers. "She seems to like this idea." Steve roughly pushed a second finger into your tight hole, which made you mewl breathlessly.

Watching Steve eating you out got Bucky even harder-his pants felt way too tight. Quickly he opened them and let them slid down his legs. You could see the head of his dick sticking out of his boxershorts. God you could already tell he was also big. Huge even.

You needed to feel both of them.

You wanted both of them to fuck you, till you couldnt walk or think for the next few days.

Steve's fingers stroked right over your g-spot, making you see stars. He licks around his fingers, before licking back to your clit and sucking on it-this gave you the rest.

With a silent moan you arched your back, pressing yourself into Steve's and Buckys lips.  Bucky looked up for a moment to watch your face. You grabbed his hair and pulled him closer, so you could kiss him again. He let his tongue explode your mouth, but not for long, because he wanted to watch Steve still eating you out.

Steve didn't stop liking and thrusting into your cunt, not even for a moment-your legs started to tremble slightly, while the knot in your abdomen started to build up again. It felt so intense. It was too much-and yet you couldn't get enough. Buckys cold metal finger found your nipple again, pinching it lightly-. Your body tenses and you come with a hot rush of fluid that soaks you both. Your juices leak out of you, drenching Steve's face and the sheets you were laying on. Both men moaned seeing this.

Steve came up again and pressed his lips hungry to yours. He could come right now untouched, alone because of how your clenched around your fingers.

You could taste yourself on his lips-his tongue pushing the taste deeper into your mouth. You couldn't stop yourself from moaning.

After Steve pulled away, you could feel him taking his fingers out of your drenched hole, which made you feel empty. "Open, sweetheart", you opened your mouth and Steve pushed his fingers in. Slurping you started to lick around his fingers, treating them like you did with his dick a few hours ago. Steve felt his dick twitch against your leg, while Bucky gripped his own to relieve himself at least a bit. It didn't really help. He wanted to feel you so bad...

"So, Steve, do you want to fuck her first or should I?", Bucky started talking, without looking at you. It made you squirm. Steve chuckled darkly and looked down at you. „I've already felt her mouth first, so it's only fair if I let you fuck her first", Steve moved from his position between your legs.

You grabbed Steve's pants and tried to pushed them down, same with buckys. „too many clothes...", you mumbled. Both men chuckled. Their pants hit the floor before you could even blink.

Bucky moaned when he looked down at your drenched pussy. He but his bottom lip, while, he let his tip rub between your folds, coating him with wetness. "I'm gonna fucking split you apart, sweetheart", he grinned, slowly pushing the tip in. You could already feel the stretch, which made you whimper. It felt so, so good.

Bucky felt the same. He couldn't think straight with the warmth around him. Your wet heat was sucking him right in. "You gonna finally fuck me or should I bring my toy-", before you could finish your sassy remark, Bucky forced his whole length inside you, immediately starting pounding hard into you, hitting your sweet spot every time. You cried out in pleasure, grabbing Steve's arm tightly. Bucky only chuckled.

"What? Nothing more to say?", Bucky slid out for a second, to turn you around so faced Steve, who was leaning against the headboard, stroking his dick slowly. Grinning he looked at your already open mouth.

"Someone's eager to having a dick in your holes", Steve grabbed your hair and let his tip slide along your sticked out tongue. His taste made you moan, while Bucky pushed once again into your warmth. He started pounding into you, hard and fast. In this Position he felt even bigger-god, he was really splitting you in half. His movements pushed you forward, pushing Steve's dick deep into your mouth. His hand gripped your hair and pushed even further down, past your gag reflex.

You knew your whole body would be sore after today-especially your jaw and pussy. Steve thrusted shallow into your mouth, before pulling you back. "You wanna say something, sweetheart? Any sassy remarks left?", before you could answer he pushed his dick back into your mouth, silencing anything you wanted to say-because you'd have a sassy remark ready, he just  knew it. He knew you.

"That's much better. I only want to hear you choke on my cock-" "fuck, she likes that", interrupted Bucky, when he felt you squeeze around him. Steve chuckled and started thrusting into your mouth, which made you gag every time he hit the back of your throat.

Bucky put his metal fingers on your clit and started rubbing your bud. Immediately your eyes rolled back. "God, she's so close-I can feel her chocking my cock", Bucky groaned, increasing his speed. It's all your needed for the knot into your abdomen to explode. Moaning around Steve's dick you felt your juices leak around Bucky. It only made him thrust into your harder. "Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum-gonna fill this tight cunt”, Bucky mumbled.

Steve pulled you back from his cock, grinning at your ravening state. Your pupils were blown wide and teary, your lips were puffy, swollen from his cock.

“You hear that, sweetheart? Buckys gonna pump you full of his cum”, he grinned. You nodded immediately, but your gaze fell back to his cock. Opening your mouth Steve understood you wanted his back into your mouth, which made him grin even more. He immediately pushed your head back down.

Buckys thrusts started to become more irregular, so you knew he was close, still hitting your abused G-spot with every movement. You’ve never had this much sex at once-this many orgasms. Everything felt so…you felt on fire. Everything in you felt overstimulated.

With a last deep thrust Bucky came deep in you. You could feel his hardness throb in you, shooting his big load in you. Suddenly you felt yourself come again, which made you moan breathlessly around Steve’s tip. He immediately pulled your head up, grabbing his dick with the other hand to hold back his own orgasm.

Bucky slowly pulled out, watching his cum dripping out of your throbbing hole. “So pretty…so full”, he mumbled, while spreading your folds with his fingers and watching more cum leaking out of you. He couldn’t help himself from pushing it back inside.

Feeling his fingers press into your hole made you cry out softly. Your whole body was shaking, your legs, your arms-yet you looked back at Steve’s cock, slowly opening your mouth again.

Steve only shook his head and slowly pulled you onto his lap, while Bucky laid beside the two of you. A tired, yet satisfied grin formed on his face and he watched Steve guiding his dick in your cum filled hole. The added wetness made him groan into your neck, while you let your head fall against his shoulder. Your hole was throbbing around him.

“I think we managed to break that sassy mouth”, said Bucky, stroking over your sweat covered back. Chuckling Steve slowly started pounding into you, making you sob into his neck quietly. It felt so good…but it was so much…yet you didn’t want for it to stop.

Slowly Buckys hand slid down to your clit, rubbing it, making you whine against Steve’s neck. You grabbed Steve’s hair and shoulder, holding yourself up and trying to ride him-but you hadn’t much energy left, so Steve started thrusting into you.

Suddenly another g-spot orgasm sweeps violently over you, from the drag of Steve’s cock over your sweet spot and Bucky’s fingers.

“Oh fuck, you’re squeezing me to death, sweetie. Gonna pump you full with my cum”, he groaned, burring himself deep into your pussy. You feel his cock pulsing inside of you, filling you with come.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, before slowly pulling out of you. The sudden emptiness made you whimper. Steve slowly laid you between them. Both men wrapping their arms around you.

For a while none of you said anything. The three of you just enjoyed the bliss after your orgasms.

You were exhausted.

“Everything alright?”, Steve asked quietly, stroking over your hair. He looked to Bucky for a moment. The brunette nodded slowly, shifting so he laid on his side. He gently stroked along your back. To answer Steve’s question, you mumbled a quite ‘yes’ and buried your face into Steve’s pillow. It smelled nice. Like Steve.

A small smile spread over your lips, while you slowly turned onto your side. “'m Feelin’ awesome…”, you mumbled, tucking your face into Steve’s neck.

You grabbed Buckys arm, that was laying lazily around your waist and pulled him against your back. Slowly you felt yourself getting tired. Steve gave you a gentle kiss on your forehead, smiling at Bucky for a moment. Bucky smiled back at Steve and gave you then a kiss on your shoulder.

“I guess you old men still have it in you..”, you grinned against Steve’s skin. Both men looked with raised eyebrows at you.

“Still haven’t learned your lesson?”

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ericca my sweet! i thought i missed the deadline but saw you were keeping it open a little longer so SHOOTING MY SHOT

can I pls request taking care of our sweet Matthew Murdock when he’s sick and tucking that fine ass into bed (bonus points if he’s too tired to undress himself…!)

and congrats again my love, so happy our paths have crossed on this silly little site!! 💕

My lovely Kay, thank you and thank you for sending in this prompt. I have it in my head that when Matt’s sick, he doesn’t like to admit it so that’s what I went for here, I hope you like it!

Scarlet Fever

Oof…this gif. Nuff said. Anyway…moving on…

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F! Reader

Warnings: I think there are a couple swear words in here, Matt being stubborn, and fluff

Word Count: 1.6k-ish

Karen sounded a little panicked on the phone. “We need your help, y/n.” She said in a very low whisper.

“Sure Karen, what’s goin’ on? Why are you whispering?” You asked.

You heard cars passing in the background, people talking, and sirens off in the distance. She must be outside.

“It’s Matt, I’m whispering AND I’m outside because I’m hoping he won’t hear me but he’s burning up with a fever, a little delirious, his hands are clammy, he’s just a mess but he won’t go home. Foggy and I can handle the case that we’re working on but he needs rest.” She said.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you closed your eyes and let out a long exhale. Your thoughts flashed back to your days at Columbia with Matt “I’m fine” Murdock. He never wanted to admit he was sick, ever.

There were times when you had to tie him to the bed literally so he would stay put and to say Matt was unpredictable when he was sick, was an understatement.

“Ok, well shove him in a cab and I’ll wait for him at his apartment and see if I can get him to rest.” You told her.

Karen’s reaction was relief when you told her you would babysit the problem man child. “You’re a lifesaver, y/n! Thank you!” And she hung up.

The walk to Matt’s apartment was a short one but you wanted to make sure you were there to meet him when the cab arrived but on the way you stopped to get supplies.

Tissues, ginger ale, cough drops, Nyquil…you weren’t sure what he was experiencing so you just bought the entire pharmacy.

The cab pulled up to the curb, Matt got out and you paid the driver. “Thank you!” You waved to the driver and watched him drive away.

Matt’s tie was loose around his neck and the top buttons of his dress shirt were undone.

“They called you? I told them I’m fine.” Matt said, his voice a little raspier than usual.

You touched the back of your hand to Matt’s forehead and cheeks. “You’re not fine, Matty. Your skin is on fire.”

“You didn’t need to come take care of me, y/n.” He said.

Grabbing his elbow, you held onto him while you walked towards the building and up the stairs. “Yeah well, who else is gonna do it, huh?”

He scoffed at you. “Pfft, Foggy should be doing this. He’s the one that found me asleep on my desk, and then pushed me into the cab, I thought he was getting in behind me but he just shut the door and the cab took off before I could stop him.”

It was hard not to laugh at the image of Foggy shoving Matt into a cab and slamming the door. You tried to keep from laughing but it didn’t work.

“This is funny to you?” He asked.

You covered your mouth with your hand, but the laughter escaped the sides of your mouth.

“I’m sorry, Matty but yes it is funny. What’s not funny is the fact that you won’t admit that you’re sick.” You said.

He tilted his head and stopped to regain his balance, now you really knew he didn’t feel well. You knew about his extracurricular activities, he trusted you with his secret. So you knew Matt didn’t just lose his balance. “I’m not sick, I’m just…off.” He said trying to sound convincing.

“Nice try, Murdock. Let’s go.” You ordered.

You had a spare key to Matt’s apartment, after unlocking the door you set the bag of supplies on the floor while you took his suit jacket off. The heat radiating off of his body was intense so you wanted to find out what his actual temperature was.

“I brought the thermometer, when you sit down, I’ll take your temperature.” You said.

He smiled wide, let you see that adorable dimple and started to chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” You asked him.

He loosened his tie a little more and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “It’s not a rectal thermometer is it?” He laughed.

“Keep it up and it will be, Mr. Funny Guy.” You snapped back at him.

Matt left his shoes by the door then planted himself on the couch, and removed his tie completely. You noticed he had sweat stains on his dress shirt and his hands were like ice.

“Ok Matthew, let’s see what the winning numbers are.” You said as you held the thermometer close to his forehead. It beeped and the numbers flashing said 103, you needed to get his temperature down.

“What does it say, y/n?” He asked.

You shook your head and pressed your lips together. “It says 103, we need to cool your body down, now.”

“Hey do you remember that time at school when you handcuffed me to my bed because I kept getting up, saying I needed to go to class? Where did you get those handcuffs anyway, they felt like the real thing. I always meant to ask.” He said.

You didn’t mean to but you felt yourself starting to blush. The flash of warmth to your cheeks and the hair standing up on the back of your neck, surely he could tell but he didn’t let on if he did.

“Don’t worry about where I got the handcuffs from, that’s need to know information, counselor.” You quipped back. “Let’s try a cool shower to try and bring your temperature down.”

You led him into the bathroom, turned the water on and made sure he had a clean towel for when he got out.

“Ok get in, I’ll go find you some comfortable clothes.” You told him.

He gently tugged on your shirt and pulled you towards him. “Wait, I think I may need a little help…undressing.” His face was so close to yours and he rubbed some of your hair in between his fingers.

You swallowed hard. “Very funny, Matthew, you’re delirious. I don’t have time for this, I’m trying to help you get better.” You said very flustered.

Since college, you’ve always had a little crush on Matt but you pushed it down and away because you felt you were better off as friends anyway. But you didn’t expect your feelings to surface now, you had suppressed them for so long.

“You don’t want me to get hurt, do you sweetheart?” He whispered in your ear.

You took a step back away from him. “Take your glasses off, Matty.”

As he removed his glasses, you reached for the buttons on his shirt and slowly started to unbutton them from top to bottom. Naturally, you just closed your eyes as you continued, your heart was racing, his breath warm against your eyelids.

You gently pushed his shirt off of his shoulders and it floated to the floor as you reached for his belt. Your hands were shaking slightly at the sight of Matt shirtless, his broad shoulders, perfect chest and abs. It was hard not to stare but you managed to unclasp the belt and the button on his pants.

“You’re staring, y/n.” He said.

You couldn’t think of anything else to say except “No, YOU’RE staring.”

“Real mature y/n, good comeback to say to the blind guy.” He said with a warm smile.

“I think you can do the rest.” You said practically running out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.

Your heart was in your throat and now you were sweating as you waited for the water to boil for some tea. You heard the shower stop and waited for Matt to get out. He emerged from the bedroom wearing sweats and a t-shirt.

“Sit down, Matty. I’ll take your temperature again.” You told him.

Matt sat down on the couch, he had put his glasses back on and his hair was damp. You sat down on the coffee table in front of him and took his temperature one more time. 100.8.

“What does it say, doctor?” He smirked.

“100.8. It’s better but not quite there yet. I want you to get in bed, some rest will help. If you’re good and take a nice long nap, I’ll tell you where I got the handcuffs from.” You let out a little laugh.

“Deal.” Matt said.

You helped Matt into bed, removed his glasses, and left some ginger ale and a bottle of water on the nightstand along with a couple of Tylenol. “I’ll stay until after your nap.” You said.

Matt stopped you from walking away. “Y/n?”

“Yes, Matty?” You said.

His voice was slightly raspy. “Can we talk about some other stuff when I wake up?”

You knew what he meant by that question. Sitting down on the bed, you leaned forward to gently kiss him on the forehead, his skin was still warm with a slight fever.

“Sure, Matt. I don’t have anywhere else to be.” You told him.

Matt sat all the way up. “Thank you for this.”

“You’re welcome.” You whispered.

The amber color of his eyes was beautiful, you could easily disappear in them and didn’t stop him when he placed his thumb and forefinger on your chin, closed the gap between your faces and gingerly placed a soft kiss on your lips.

As you slowly opened your eyes, you said to him “You realize you probably just gave me whatever bug you have, right?” You said while laughing.

“Well then it will be my turn to take care of you, sweetheart.” He said.

“Go to sleep, Murdock.” You said as you rolled your eyes.

After sliding his door shut, you sat down on the couch with your book although it was hard to concentrate on anything except that kiss. That kiss you had wanted for so long and it was almost as if you could still feel his soft lips on yours. You definitely had a lot to talk about, but for now you would just sit, smile, and…wait.

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hi rin!! u said ur requests are open so i’ll request something ! ellie with a reader she lovesssss to spoil? like spoil with gifts , kisses , affection , money , literally whatever you want. it can be smut or fluff 🤭🤭🤭

Oh…OH MY GOD YES!

I’ll provide you with some short headcannons for ellie along w/ nsfw parts here and there!

Please don’t get mad at me because my grammar checking website is making me pay a monthly purchase and I don’t want to so please know I am writing from the top of my head with whatever comes to mind and I’m hella tired rn as always!

Sfw

— Ellie is such a softie when it comes to the reader, but with anyone else she is ruthless and mean, even stubborn.

— Whenever you guys are on a expedition she scavenges to find whatever she could and finds left behind gifts like teddy bears (The kind of good condition probably ones just missing a few buttons or only a eye) , jewelry (She will clean it to make it new as possible just so you can wear it, good as new), kind of trendy clothes, and even movies that could still possibly work with the projector back at base.

— She likes to show you the most affection whenever your doing chores around the house because she can just come up behind you planting kisses upon your neck, which made you laugh all the time because you got so distracted that you had to get mad you couldn’t finish what you were doing. But you only got a bit frustrated although she was there to help you, so she just let you watch how better she is at cleaning up around the house for her perfect gf/wife!

— Whenever you guys are cuddling you may or may not sneak a few photos of her laying ontop of your chest as your fingers ran through her hair enjoying every moment with her. Surprisingly she didn’t notice you taking pictures of her being soft, but we all know it was to show off to your friends and have a laugh at ellie being nice to someone for once. The next few minutes passed by and you both dozed right off to sleep only to find eachother in a warm embrace, two bodies that had never left the same position or let go of eachother.

— Whenever she kisses you she grabs your waist pulling your close to her hands moving to holds each side of your face, as her lips crashed into yours and her tongue invading your mouth. After a few minutes, she broke away from you with a `pop!` saliva connecting the two of you before she went back for more. You tasted like cherry to ellie it was probably because of the chapstick you were wearing.

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Nsfw

— The only way to get her in the mood for sex is if you kiss her nonstop turning into a full blown makeout session, which causes ellie to push you down or into something pushing her knee between your legs keeping you secure in that area.

— She loves to buy you revealing outfits for when the two of you are alone, allowing you to wear them as she fucks you until you scream her name and everybody knows who you belong to.

— Definitely is the type of person to pin you against a tree on a expedition with the others, which is out of sight and she would start to practically drown you in her kisses before sliding her hands up your shirt and squeezing your perky breasts gently, while you tried to suppress a moan as you bit your lip. Ellie starts to leave a trail of hickeys all over your body marking you incase anyone decided to mess with you, they were also fairly visible.

— When your in a bad moon ellie tries to her to cheer you up, “Want a kiss, love?” She cups your cheek as you nodded, lips joining yours with ease while she trailed her hands lower into your pants letting a gasp escape your lips, and rubbing over your panties soaked with your arousal hearing a whine come from you while clutching onto her sleeve your head leaning into her arm desperate for her fingers “please…”.

“This what you wanted? Such a naughty girl so needy for my fingers to be inside you.” She said taking your shorts off, slipping your panties to the side, and sliding her fingers inside your tight hole “your so tight…fuck.” You felt Ellie’s hot breath fanning over your neck, and a moan escaping her mouth when she felt you tremble in her hand “oh Ellie… please.” Ellie looked down to see your body writhing under her, and smirked knowing Ellie knew you were already wet and it would make it much easier to pick up her pace inside you, so she pushed her fingers deeper inside of you making you gasp “oh Ellie...fuck—- you feel so good.”.

Ellie’s thumb rubbed over your clit before she began pumping faster making you shudder, “I want you, Ellie. I wanna fuck you. Please….” She stopped stroking and gripped your hips squeezing them together before picking up speed pounding into you at a slow, steady pace. You could hear yourself moaning as Ellie kept up with her pace “oh god yes—fuck—Ellie~”. Ellie was quick to respond, feeling your moans vibrating against her stomach as Ellie pounded in and out of you quickly, and picked up her pace harder causing you to cry out louder, “ahhh—Ellie--you’re so good—don’t stop---fuck… Ellie~”. Ellie had never heard someone scream that loud or so beautifully. She smiled softly and pulled back slightly pulling her finger out slowly watching you shake and pant trying to catch your breath. She licked your juices from her fingers tasting every last drop of you.

Why did she taste just like candy? it’s addicting I need more of her, Ellie’s thoughts had been playing as if it was a endless loop. She wrapped her arm around your waist guiding your face back towards hers kissing you softly. Ellie continued kissing you gently until she finally pulled away after awhile “I think it’s time we take this upstairs.”.

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: I'm tired of getting sick every month before getting my period why does God hate women -Danny Words: 2,621 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Smoke And Mirrors' -by Imagine Dragons

LIII: Ask Me Again When I'm Mentally Stable

Letting Percy and Leo go together on a mission without her supervision gives her so much anxiety. Her boyfriend and her brother get along, Percy hasn't said much, but he's probably going to support Leo's idea because he's insane like that. Loyalty is his fatal flaw and everything... 

Ara can't relate, she does what she can to help her friends, yes, but at the same time, when the strain of holding onto someone isn't worth it, she relaxes her grip. Leo used to be like that: escaping foster homes, keeping everyone at arm's length—it was only when Ara showed up that he started to have trouble letting go.

"Stop," Jason captures her hand and pulls it away from her forehead. "You'll end up drawing blood."

"I'm anxious and there's nothing to fix..." She glances at the smoke rising from his injury. "Unless I count you as one of my broken toys. Juno said the wound affects your spirit—if you let me try my empath touch..."

"I have to heal myself."

"And you decide to take it as some test?" Ara raises a brow. "Gods, will you ever stop being so Roman?"

Jason smiles. "I think that's literally the problem."

"Ah, so this is another identity crisis?" Ara crosses her arms. "You go through those way too often."

"You and Leo are insufferable," Jason rolls his eyes. "You push people's buttons so we focus on being angry at you instead of your problems."

"Listen, ever since Rome was founded you guys have desperately tried to be like us, so in my opinion, you're the most Roman fella that's ever lived in the last century, I don't see what the fuss is about."

"You're the youngest child of Olympus that's ever existed, the youngest General, and that makes you twice as scary. I know it's easier said than done, but you should follow Eros's advice and—"

"You're currently dying and you're trying to tell me how to live?"

Jason doesn't yield. "You taught me that no one but me gets to decide who I am—you declared yourself daughter of Olympus, so why are you acting like Leo won't make it? Now it's not the time to question willpower."

Ara and Jason hold a staring competition, but Jason's got that stupid wolfish glare, so she can't outdo him. She turns and faces the skyline before her.

"When it was just my life I was handling, it was easy to say that stuff. But I found out stubbornness has messed up multiple lifetimes... Leo's life is on the line, I can't lie just to make myself feel better."

"Who says it's a lie?"

"I can't hold the curse to my way of perceiving the world," she says irritatedly. "Leo's idea is very romantic, but he's not considering the effort it'll take to defeat Gaea, he's underestimating the situation."

"Leo is smarter than that," Jason reasons. "And you know that."

Ara groans. "Wits are nothing if you have nowhere to put them. He doesn't have a solid plan, and the curse is clear: He can't save himself."

"Yeah, and he's not trying to," Jason replies. "He's going to save Calypso and you instead."

Ara hears a thump followed by muffled screams at the other end of the trireme. "Stay here."

"Did you tell Leo about our fighting style?" Percy asks while Frank and Leo take Nike downstairs.

"What?"

"When we were about to fight he said 'I distract, you attack'."

Ara starts going downstairs to look at the goddess. "It doesn't surprise me. Leo's always been more comfortable being a distraction."

Percy follows her. "You two are more similar than I thought. Or he's really similar to who you used to be—"

"Yeah, yeah, I've changed," Ara says grumpily. "Save it."

"No—wait," Percy catches her wrist and stops her. "You have changed, and I thought it was something bad, but not anymore."

"What is your point, Percy?" She presses.

"You grew up," he continues. "And it sucks that I couldn't be there to help you, but it had to be this way. After Bianca, I didn't want you out of sight," his hand remains around her wrist, and Ara can feel his angst. "When Beckendorf died, I thought you hated me, and then Mike died and I... I thought you wanted to get away from me. I got scared and confused, but while I was in Tartarus—"

"You don't have to talk about it—"

"While I was in Tartarus," he insists. "We ran into a herd of arai. The more we slayed, the more curses fell upon me and Annabeth, it was probably one of the scariest moments of my life, but what they say about you in camp, they don't know what they're talking about. You're powerful and resourceful, and they're afraid of that. I was too, but that doesn't make you bad. I'm sorry."

Ara pouts and pulls Percy into a tight hug. "Thank you."

"I want you to be safe," he says, voice muffled by the hug. "I know it's absurd, but you're my little sister. If something bad ever happened to you..."

"I'm sorry too. I knew you loved me, but there was a second voice telling me I didn't matter and I was jealous of how things were just given to you, even if I knew they came at a high price..."

"We used to tell each other everything," he looks down at her. "What happened?"

Ara ponders his question. "You can make mistakes, but in front of your family?" Ara swallows the lump in her throat. "It's like twisting a blade in your gut. We stepped out so we wouldn't bleed in front of each other."

Leo's voice comes from downstairs. "Sunshine, come meet our new buddy!"

Percy clears his throat. "You should go... You and Leo should talk to her."

"You gagged a goddess."

"What you're trying to say is 'Oh my gods, thank you so much for bringing Nike so she can help my hot boyfriend!'," Leo says tauntingly.

"Oh my gods, you guys, thank you for disrespecting another goddess!" Ara replies sarcastically. "Can someone explain the gag?"

"She threatened to curse us," Frank shrugs. "Considering three out of the four people present were already dealing with curses, we decided not to risk it."

Ara crouches next to the goddess. "Lady Nike, I'll take off the gag if you promise not to curse us, yes?"

"Wait," Leo stops her. "Before you do that, there's something you should know."

Ara pulls her hand back and scowls. "What is it? Is her spit deadly or something?"

"She said one of us has to die to defeat Gaea, that it's destined to be that way," Frank says tensely. "Leo believes it's him and... at this point, it makes sense."

"She also said there's a way to defeat death," Leo's eyes are shining. "The Physician's Cure. Ever heard of it?"

Nothing comes to mind. Ara shakes her head. "Is she willing to share more on that?"

"Well, she mentioned a few things—poison, a god's heartbeat, and the curse of Delos..."

Ara raises a brow. "That's where Artemis and Apollo were born." Leo smirks, pleased with how things are lining up to match his plan. "Don't look so proud, the goddess of victory just said you're a prescribed loser."

"I wear the title as a badge of honor," Leo looks at Nike and nods. "Alright, take the gag off."

"I'll gather the others," Frank tells them. "Let's hold a meeting in an hour? So you can tell us what Nike said."

"Yeah, big guy—thank you," Leo pats his shoulder amicably.

"Stop thanking us, we're planning your death," Frank scolds him.

 Ara waves him off. "Don't waste your breath, he enjoys being a martyr."

"You bet I do! Finally, people give me the prince treatment I deserve!"

"Get out of here before you become a murder witness," Ara warns Frank.

"My eyes are closed, General," Frank turns and leaves the stables.

The girl seizes a corner of the tape over the goddess's mouth. "If you place a curse on us, I'll dismantle your wings and use them to rebuild my bronze dragon. Got it?"

The goddess nods, and so Ara removes the tape. Nike complains dramatically, but she doesn't curse them, mostly because she's too busy staring at Ara with hungry eyes. "Daughter of Olympus," the words are like honey in her mouth. "My Greek champion, I'll grant you answers."

"Thank you," Ara says politely. "Tell me about the Physician's Cure."

Nike responds heatedly. "It's a cheap trick. People who die are losers, they shouldn't get a second chance."

"Understandable," she continues patiently. "But you told them that to defeat Gaea, Leo must die. If he dies, then Leo would've won, right? He'd have a right to a reward."

Nike ponders. "Well..."

"Without Leo's death, there would be no victory," Ara continues with charmspeak. "He deserves to come back. It's a big war—bigger than the one my brother and I fought against Kronos. Wouldn't you like to have another Greek champion?"

"That would be nice..." Nike's eyes glisten with longing. 

"Wouldn't that be the ultimate victory, defeating death?"

"Maybe," the goddess's eye twitches. "Yes."

"We'll get you that milestone," Ara says earnestly.

Nike stares at Leo like she can't wait to carve him into the perfect shape. "You'll be my new champion, Leo Valdez?"

"Absolutely," he smiles confidently. "I was born to win."

The minute her consciousness slips into dreamland, Nico Di Angelo pops into view and grabs her shoulder. "You should see this." Ara gets yanked into his dream, standing in the middle of the rec room. "This is from the latest meeting," Nico glares at the teenagers. "You'll love it."

"...Something's wrong."

Jake Mason clears his throat. "Probably this Roman dirt-wipe who's leading the attack—Octavian what's-his-name. If I was Apollo and my descendant was acting that way, I'd go into hiding out of shame."

"I agree," Will sighs. "I wish I was a better archer... I wouldn't mind shooting my Roman relative off his high horse. Actually, I wish I could use any of my father's gifts to stop this war... Unfortunately, I'm just a healer."

"Your talents are essential," Chiron tells him. "I fear we'll need them soon enough. As for seeing the future... what about the harpy Ella? Has she offered any advice from the Sibylline Books?"

"The poor thing is scared out of her wits," Rachel makes a face. "Harpies hate being imprisoned. Ever since the Romans surrounded us... well, she feels trapped. She knows Octavian means to capture her. It's all Tyson and I can do to keep her from flying away."

"Which would be suicide." Butch, son of Iris, grumbles. "With those Roman eagles in the air, flying isn't safe. I've already lost two pegasi."

"At least Tyson brought some of his Cyclops friends to help out," Rachel offers. "That's a little good news."

"A dozen full-grown Cyclopes? That's a lot of good news!" Connor laughs, he's seated next to Lily. "Plus, Lou Ellen and the Hecate kids have been putting up magic barriers, and the whole Hermes cabin has been lining the hills with traps and snares and all kinds of nice surprises for the Romans!"

Jake glares at him. "Most of which you stole from Bunker Nine and the Hephaestus cabin."

"They even stole the landmines from around the Ares cabin," Clarisse complains. "How do you steal live landmines?"

"We commandeered them for the war effort." Connor eats a handful of salt crackers, probably stolen from Jake's secret stash too. "You guys have plenty of toys, you can share! Ara would want you to."

That shuts up Jake and Clarisse. Chiron takes advantage of it. "Grover? What news from the nature spirits?"

"Even on a good day, it's hard to organize nymphs and dryads," Grover looks exhausted. "With Gaia stirring, they're almost as disoriented as the gods. Katie and Miranda from the Demeter cabin are out there right now trying to help, but if the Earth Mother wakes... Well, I can't promise the woods will be safe. Or the hills. Or the strawberry fields. Or—"

"Great." Jake looks at Clovis and shakes him a bit when he starts to close his eyes. "So what do we do?"

"Attack!" Clarisse says, making everyone jump. "The Romans are getting more reinforcements by the day. We know they plan to invade on August first. Why should we let them set the timetable? I can only guess they're waiting to gather more forces. They already outnumber us. We should attack now, before they get any stronger; take the fight to them!"

Lily looks at her brother, asking him to speak as the Athena counselor. "Clarisse, I get your point. But have you studied Roman engineering? Their temporary camp is better defended than Camp Half-Blood. Attack them at their base, and we'd be massacred."

"So we just wait? Let them get all their forces prepared while Gaia gets closer to waking? I have Coach Hedge's pregnant wife under my protection. I am not going to let anything happen to her. I owe Hedge my life. Besides, I've been training the campers more than you have, Malcolm. Their morale is low. Everybody is scared. If we're under siege another nine days—"

"We should stick to Annabeth's plan." Connor tries to control Clarisse's frustration. "We have to hold out until she gets that magic Athena statue back here."

"You mean if that Roman praetor gets the statue back here," Clarisse scoffs. "I don't understand what Annabeth was thinking, collaborating with the enemy. Even if the Roman manages to bring us the statue—which is impossible—we're supposed to trust that will bring peace? The statue arrives and suddenly the Romans lay down their weapons and start dancing around, throwing flowers? Ara once gave me crap for not standing on business, and I won't disappoint her a second time."

"Don't hold onto the stuff she said before becoming a General," Lily speaks at last. "We haven't heard from her in a month—"

"Are you suggesting we listen to you?" Clarisse snaps. "For that to happen, you'd need to speak up, Saggio."

Lily's cheeks flush. "Well, isn't that what I'm doing? I know none of you believe Ara is the camp's curse, but I also know some of you are blinded by your personal history with her—"

"Mostly you..." Jake mumbles.

Lily's voice gets a little drier. "I might've argued with Ara but I'm still second in command. I think it nonsensical to consider what she'd do when she's not here—she won't be here on time to deal with this, so we should be thinking for ourselves. I agree with Clarisse, that statue might not fix things..."

She looks at the older girl, Lily is one of the few people Clarisse treats like a fighter of her range, which sometimes can be funny, considering Lily barely reaches her shoulder.

"But we won't attack. Throwing the first punch is never a good idea, and Romans are A-class bullies who know fear is the best tool for prompt subjugation, don't let them trick you into digging our grave."

Clarisse scrutinizes Lily as if searching for the best area to stab her, but eventually, she gives in. "Birdy and I go a long way back, I do not want to fail her like I failed her sister... If you think this is the way..."

Rachel leans forward. "Annabeth and Ara know what they're doing. We have to try for peace. Unless we can unite the Greeks and Romans, the gods won't be healed. Unless the gods are healed, there's no way we can kill the giants. And unless we kill the giants—"

"Gaia wakes," Connor makes a face. "Game over. Look, Clarisse, Annabeth sent me a message from Tartarus. From fricking Tartarus. Anybody who can do that... hey, I listen to them."

"And let's not forget that in Lily's latest dream, Ara was fighting three immortals at once—and she was winning," Jake raises a brow. "If stalling gives her time to come back and end this, then heck, I'm nothing but stale."

Lily frowns. "That's... not the best analogy, but thank you, Jake." The girl shows him a brief smile that doesn't go unnoticed by Connor, who glares at Jake as he stuffs more salt crackers in his mouth.

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scenes from a diner (three)

summary: a small diner off of a freeway exit becomes a sacred meeting place for you and aaron hotchner.

notes: at this point, this lil series is just me living in my own head. some of you asked to be tagged so i hope you enjoy! x

warnings: typical criminal minds violence and typos, probably. 

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“No way,” comes Betty’s voice from the other end of the line. 

You’re sitting in your office on campus, waiting for your next meeting with a student. Betty’s also a PhD candidate (albeit in a different department), but she’s not on campus today. It’s one in the afternoon and you know she gets off of her shift in an hour. It mustn't be busy if she’s able to hold a conversation with you. If there’s one thing you hate about Betty, it’s that she doesn’t have any classes on Friday. 

“Yes way,” you reply, putting your head between your hands. 

While you didn’t end up dreaming of Aaron when you fell asleep, he was your first thought when you woke up and you were sure you were going crazy. You remembered the way he looked in his button up, the way he loosened his tie, and the way he walked you to your car when the night ended. You could see him through your rearview mirror as you drove out of the parking lot and it took everything inside of you to keep driving. 

“He’s such a gentleman,” Betty says through the phone. She sighs for dramatic effect and you can hear faint chatter and the bar music in the background. “God, your life is literally a Nicholas Sparks book.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining. I’m seeing him again today.”

“Shut up,” Betty squeals. “Like, are you guys going on a date?”

“We’re meeting back at the diner,” you explain. “We haven’t even exchanged phone numbers, Betty. I don’t think we know each other well enough to go on a date.”

“That’s what dates are for,” she emphasizes. “To get to know each other. You know, like dating.”

It’s easy to lose yourself in your daydreams, particularly when Aaron’s involved. This is all so new to you; the idea of a perfect gentleman entering your life seemed like it would happen to anyone but you. Your ideas of romance from your childhood bring themselves to the forefront of your memory and you find your mind wondering about what could be. 

Even with Betty’s encouraging comments and Aaron seemingly interested in you, you’re a bit shocked that this seemingly fairytale-like chance encounter happened to you. You’ve never felt quite in your own skin when it comes to relationships and have had your fair share of moments where you’ve quietly stepped off to the side because people have approached your friends. The awkward high school days of watching your friends experience their first dates, kisses, and romances have never been lost on you. People chalked it up to being a late bloomer, but a small voice in the back of your head told you otherwise. Aaron wanting to spend time with you just as much as you wanted to spend time with him is a strange feeling, but it’s not unwelcomed.

You hum. “I guess. But it was really late and we were both tired. At least one of us said something.”

“I will beat your ass if you don’t get his number this time,” Betty says. “I’m serious, Y/N. This could very well be the start of something great. Magical, even.”

Oh, Betty. She’s a romantic. 

“We’ll see,” is all you offer. “Sometimes I feel so awkward around him. Did I mention that he works for the Behavioral Analysis Unit?” 

“No way! Isn’t that what you’re studying for?”

“Close,” you chide. “I don’t think I want to work for the FBI but they use a lot of analytical tools that I’m writing about for my dissertation.”

“If that isn’t reason enough to jump his bones, then I don’t know what is,” Betty replies. “It’s like the universe pushed you two together for a reason. He catches bad guys and you can pick his brain.”

“I don’t know about that. We spent most of last night working anyway.”

“At the same table,” Betty points out. 

“We somewhat got to know each other. He told me he's from Seattle and moved to D.C. to escape the rain.”

“I don’t blame him,” Betty says. From the way she tuts, you can tell she’s grimacing on the other end. Betty’s not a fan of heavy downpour. 

“He asked about my family,” you say quietly.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.”

 “It’s okay,” you reply with a shrug. “I mean, he didn’t know.”

“Yeah, but after years of hearing you talk about people asking you about your family out of the blue, I can imagine it gets hard.” 

“You’re not wrong.” 

You hear a knock at the door and see your next appointment pop their head in and you motion for them to come inside. 

“I’ll call you later,” you say, hanging up the phone when she makes a point to tease you about Aaron once more. 

You push your feelings aside for now. 

***

By the time it’s three o’clock, you’re walking into the diner. It’s a bit more packed than usual for a Friday afternoon, but you pay for a cup of coffee (Jade, your least favorite former coworker, is working the register and she makes you pay for all of the coffee you consume) before taking a seat at the next available booth. Another waiter you don’t recognize brings you your coffee and you politely thank him.

You decide not to pull out the stack of papers you have left to grade. While waiting for Aaron, you absentmindedly scroll through your phone (Instagram is your favorite way to pass the time) and make a mental note of things you need to buy from Target when the weekend approaches. It’s a long list and you grimace when you think about how much money you’ll eventually be spending. 

It’s fifteen minutes past three and you’re starting to worry. You figure he’s running late from a meeting or something else of equal importance, but you sit anxiously in your seat that has become warm. 

You curse yourself for not asking for his phone number last night. You rationalize that Aaron had been the one to ask to see you again, and that has to mean he genuinely wanted to see you again, right? Another ten minutes goes by and you’ve become a little annoyed at his lack of appearance and stare at everything between the kitchen and the people sitting in the booths. You look ahead at the entrance with every chime of the doorbell and you’re constantly disappointed when you don’t see a pristine suit-wearing gentleman walk through the doors. 

You try not to let your insecurities get the better of you, but your mind flashes back to every instance where you felt like you were short from being the girl people wanted to get to know. It’s hard to think otherwise when it seems like everyone meets the love of their life while you’re forced to watch from the sidelines.  

Rudy walks by your table a minute later and he shoots back to you when he passes your spot. 

“Hey, kiddo!” Rudy greets. You give him a closed-mouth smile and try not to let your disappointment show. He’s holding a few dirty plates in one hand and fishes inside of his shirt pocket for a small white card and hands it to you. 

“What’s this?” you ask. 

“Aaron stopped by the diner a little bit ago and said he had to leave town,” Rudy explains. “He told me to give that to you when you came.” 

Rudy leaves after you take the card from him and you sit back in your seat with a small frown. This must be the intense workload Aaron talked about. 

You see the FBI’s insignia on the card, as well as his office’s phone and extension. You’re apprehensive about whether or not to give him a call because you don’t want to bother him while he’s at work, but if Aaron told Rudy to give you his business card, it must mean he wants to. That’s what you rationalize to yourself. 

Frankly, you sit with the card in your hands for a few minutes, trying to come up with the best plan of action (which you realize is useless, considering nothing bad will come out of calling the number). Would it be rude of you to call him while he’s at work? Is he expecting you to call him? What if he gave Rudy his card so he’d never have to face you again?

You realize the last thought is just your fear of rejection talking, so you dial his number and his extension. It goes to voicemail. 

You wonder if you’re bothering him by calling him. Maybe he declined the call because he was busy. Or maybe he didn’t have his phone on him. Maybe he didn’t want to talk to you at all. You try to push self-deprecating thoughts out of your head. 

His email sits below his phone number and you pull out your laptop and craft a message before you can think about it.

‘Aaron,

I hope you’re well. I’m sure receiving this email from me is going to come off as a bit strange, but I figured you might expect one from me since you told Rudy to give me your business card. I tried calling your office extension but it went to voicemail. So email it is. 

Anyway, hi! I’m currently sitting in the diner and it’s a bit more crowded than I anticipated. The coffee’s burnt, but I suppose that’s what diner coffee is. 

I’m not sure where you are but I’m going to assume you’re in a meeting or working, and you can’t step away from your office. It’s okay, though. I’ll have enough coffee for the both of us. 

Best, Y/N’

You reread the email and change the structure of each sentence before ultimately deciding that there’s no “perfect” message you could send him. It reads decent enough, less formal but more formal than familiar. You type his email, double check that you typed it currently, and send it. 

You choose not to obsess over your inbox to see if he emailed you back. Instead, you get to work and keep your promise about drinking coffee for him and for yourself.

***

Betty’s on her way to your apartment after a brief agreement to go out on a Friday night. 

Before she arrives, you check your email once last time. It’s been gnawing at you all afternoon and you’re pleasantly surprised that you made it two hours without checking your inbox. The anticipation gets to you as you sit on your couch with your phone in your hand, and your heart leaps out of your chest when you see his name.

‘Y/N,

I’m well, thank you for asking. I’m sorry about standing you up today - my team and I had to travel out of state for a case we got called into. Part of the job intensity. Sorry again.

As for your email, I don’t think it’s strange. Happy to hear from you, especially since I left you stranded at the diner (again, I apologize). I hope the coffee was as good as can be and that you got some work done. 

I’m not sure when I’ll be back, but I’d love to get a cup of coffee with you soon.

All the best, Aaron’

You feel your cheeks heat up. You’re slightly disappointed that you didn’t see Aaron today but your worries are put to rest when you realize he was preoccupied with work. You know it’s presumptuous of you to think he might be blowing you off (considering neither of you know each other that well), but it makes you feel better nonetheless. 

You type out a response.

‘Aaron,

All is forgiven. I hope you and your team make it back safely. No need to apologize. 

Phew! Glad to hear that you’re not weirded out. I typed out a million drafts before deciding to just send you an email…I think Rudy could tell I was overthinking it. I don’t mean to bother you at all. 

As for coffee, I’d love to. 

Looking forward to it, Y/N’ 

You send the email and close your phone when Betty texts you that she’s on her way up. Feeling bold, you unlock your phone and reply to your previous email with your phone number and tell him to give you a call or text you when he has the time. 

Betty’s knocking on your door and you can already smell the scent of Thai food from behind it. Aaron’s email is long forgotten when you dig into the meal and the both of you decide that, after this long and strange week, it’s the perfect opportunity to pretend you have the energy to party like undergrads again.  

It’s nightfall when you and Betty find yourselves in a familiar bar near your apartment. The bartender, Mike, seems a little too interested in Betty and keeps supplying the both of you with free drinks. It’s enough to make your head spin in the best way and Betty’s not exactly denying the attention either. 

You’re on your third drink (not including the shots you took at your apartment) when your phone rings. The both of you are sitting in a relatively quiet part of the bar, so you don’t make the effort to walk outside to take the phone call. When you look at the contact, you don’t recognize it.

“Hello?” you say into the phone. 

“Y/N?” 

It’s Aaron.

Oh God, it’s Aaron. 

You aren’t sobering up any time soon, that much you know for sure. You’re still dizzy, even though you’re sitting on a stool and your back is against the wall. Betty’s at the bar, flirting with Mike and trying to get the next round for free (again) as you’re finishing your drink from the little plastic straw. You know you’d spill on yourself otherwise. 

“Hi,” is what you offer. Your inebriated brain can’t handle your awkwardness. “Oh my God, hi Aaron.”

Did your voice go up two octaves?

Aaron chuckles from the other side. 

“Hi, Y/N.” God. The way he says your name makes you swoon. “I wanted to call and apologize for standing you up.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you say a little too quickly. “It’s fine, really.”

“I feel bad that I wasn’t able to tell you before I left. It got a little crazy at work.”

“I’ll bet,” you reply. You finish your drink and can hear the slurping of the ice.

“Are you out?” Aaron asks, amused. You’re sure you can hear the teasing tone in his voice and you know you’re going to hate yourself for being drunk while talking to Aaron on the phone when you wake up.

“Me and Betty are at a bar near my place,” you say, slurring your words. “I had two drinks, no three? Plus a lot of alcohol at home.”

Aaron’s laugh is deep and it sends you into a wave of pleasure. 

“Betty?” he asks.

“My best friend,” you explain. “Since I moved to D.C.”

“I hope you and Betty are having a great night,” he muses. “Can’t say the same for me, though.”

You pout. “Why not?”

“Too much stress,” he says. “Nothing I can talk about right now, but let’s just say I’ll have my fair share of paperwork when I get back.”

“All the more reason to see you at the diner, Aaron.” 

Oh God, were you flirting? 

You hear Aaron chuckle. His laugh is so attractive, but you don’t tell him that. 

“Sure is,” says Aaron. “I anticipate being home in a few days. Maybe we can meet at the diner when I’m back?”

“I would love that, Aaron.” 

You don’t know what you hate more, the fact that you can’t stop saying his name or the fact that he clearly knows you want to see him. Your drunk-mindedness doesn’t let you linger on it for too long. 

“I’d love that too.” 

You see Betty approach the table with two glasses in hand. 

“Who’s that?” she asks. 

“Betty, I presume?” Aaron asks from the other line. 

“Yes,” you say as Betty raises her eyebrow in confusion. You turn to her. “It’s Aaron.”

“Like, hot Aaron?” she squeals. You pull the phone away from her and your cheeks redden. You pray that Aaron didn’t hear that. 

“Betty, please shut up,” you plead. Betty just laughs and takes another sip of her drink, pushing yours in your direction. You put your phone back to your ear. “I’m sorry, Betty’s a chatterbox when she’s drunk.”

“You’re one to talk!” Betty exclaims from beside you. 

“It’s okay,” Aaron laughs. He doesn’t let you know that he heard her comment to save you from embarrassment. “I’ve gotta go, but I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, Aaron,” you hiccup. 

“Get home safely, Y/N. I’ll see you soon.” 

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"Night Mama" ~ E. Prentiss

Summary: Just a cute lil blurb about Emily and her partner as new parents 🫶🏻

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x GN!Reader

Word Count: 623

Content Warning: very mild swearing, mentions of breastfeeding but nothing in detail, mentions of pregnancy, lmk if I missed anything!!

Genre: domestic fluff, what else would you expect from me

Extra Notes: this is one of the cutest things i've ever written and you can fight me if you say otherwise 😤 /j

Based On the Request: "How long has it been since you slept?" (requested by @lcvingprentjss)

Originally Written: 01/29/2023

Beta Read By: @lukeclvez

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It wasn't until I rolled over and felt that the other side of the bed was empty that I realized Emily wasn't there.

My heart raced with panic. What if one of the killers she's arrested has come back for revenge? I thought. Quickly, I decided I couldn't take any chances and reached over on the nightstand for my phone.

It wasn't until I had dialed up 9-1-1 that I heard soft coos coming from the baby monitor. Thank goodness I didn't press the call button. I let out a deep sigh of relief before forcing myself up from the bed and trodding off to the nursery.

A tired Emily blinked at me, her voice coated with a sleep-deprived drawl as she asked, "What are you doing awake?"

"I rolled over and you weren't there," I answered, reaching up to wipe the sleep from my eyes. "How long has it been since you slept?" I asked, noticing the purple underneath her eyes and her near inability to keep them open.

"Nearly five hours since I got a nap in but since I got a full night's sleep? Um, about three weeks. The last couple weeks of my pregnancy kicked my ass."

"Babe, three weeks?" I questioned before walking over to her, holding my arms out for the baby.

"No, it's fine, really. I have to get up and nurse her every two hours like clockwork, just like Dr. Beckett, and Dr. Reid, said. Besides, she just finished eating. All that's left is burping her."

"Then you give Lilly to me and get yourself to bed."

"But-"

"No buts, Emily. You are working so hard. I am so proud of you. I mean, your body just carried and made an entire human for ten months, you're healing from all the postpartum stuff, you've been trying to get back to work already. Thank God that JJ put an end to that idea."

I took a deep breath, sitting down on the ottoman across from her. "All those things are amazing, Em. But it doesn't make you any less of a mom if you ask for help sometimes. So please, let me take Lilly and you get to bed."

She let out a soft groan, but stood before placing Lillian in my arms and shuffling toward the door. "Please come get me if anything goes wrong."

I looked up at her with a raised brow. "Em, I love you, otherwise I wouldn't have married you, but respectfully, I will not be doing that."

She let out a soft huff but turned and headed down the hallway. I could've sworn I heard her snoring before she ever even passed the doorway.

"Come on, Miss Lillian. You think you can give me a big ol' burp, sweet girl?" I cooed, patting the baby on the back.

She was nearly a replica of Emily. She had her brown eyes, the same jet black hair Emily had before she stopped dyeing it, that same freckle on her shoulder that Emily never knew about until I told her. Lillian was just like her mother, beautiful and perfect in every way.

After about five minutes, Lillian finally burped, and just like her mother, she nearly fell asleep as soon as she was finished.

Upon reaching our bedroom, I spotted Emily, who had successfully made it back to bed, quiet puffs escaping her parted lips. I giggled at the sight before placing Lilly back into her bassinet on Emily's side of the bed, leaning down to give her a kiss on her nearly bald head.

I AM ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE WITH HOW THIS TURNED OUT, I LITERALLY CANNOT

I crawled into bed beside the sleeping lump of Emily, leaving a kiss on the exposed freckle of her shoulder. "G'night, Mama," I barely got out. "Sweet dreams."

I hope I wrote this as gender neutrally as possible. I actually imagined Emily having a sp*rm donor while writing this for some reason because I just love the idea of Emily going through lists upon lists and hating every sp*rm donor because she thinks they're all ugly (because she's a lesbian and hates men) so maybe I'll make a second part about that because I just absolutely love the idea of lesbian!Emily still wanting to be a mom and still wanting to do all the work 🥹

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Some of the most grown up, bravest things book Hiccup has ever done that I think about often;

(Spoilers)

Unarmed and staring down a sword, a deadly dragon, and an erupting volcano, and still managing to sing in the face of death

Freeing the Wanderers on the American Dream 2

Freeing a gigantic terrifying dragon just because he couldn't stand to see it so sad and trapped in chains

Defeating his own father in a duel for the crown, even though he didn't want it, just so that he could free the dragons and hopefully end the war peacefully

Being a branded Outcast and still having the compassion to free and disarm dragon traps, even when both humans and dragons were trying to kill him

Willingly entering Prison Darkheart to look for his best friend

Willingly staying in Prison Darkheart to look for his best friend even when staying was extremely dangerous for him specifically, and even when given ample opportunity to escape, instead giving up that opportunity to a little girl who couldn't even remember her mother. He even redid all the buttons on her bear suit so that she would look her best when she went back to her family that is the sweetest thing--

Waiting patiently for the perfect moment to kill a dragon even when he was literally being digested alive by it

Saving Snotlout even though doing so would literally put him and all of his friends at risk of being brutally killed by dragons and even though Snotlout himself wasn't above killing him

Realizing Snotlout had led him into a trap, coming to that realization, and, this is extremely important-- ultimately decided to let himself be led into the trap on the off-chance they might let slip where the lost things and Camicazi were. He actually made a choice in his head, and then steeled himself, and willingly walked into Alvin and the Witch's trap on the off chance he could find the lost things. That's ballsy for a fourteen year old kid

ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING HE WAS TORTURED

Speaking of that-- ENDURING WATER TORTURE. His dragons managed to keep him from drowning and getting torn to bits by pirhanna dragons, but that water was freezing and clearly did a number on him mentally. And he never broke. That was so brave of him and I'm never getting over it.

Not to mention that moment where he looked Snotlout in the eye, even after everything he did, and told him he never gave up on him-- and he still isn't giving up on him-- before jumping back into the freezing water to escape. Nerves of steel.

Then he woke up from a shipwreck with amnesia to a little dragon telling him "Hey good morning. You're the top most wanted enemy in the archipelago. Dragons and humans think you're dead but they'll definitely kill you on sight if they find out you're not. You're being hunted by dragons right now actually. Also you need to get to this island full of dragons (that kill you by launching you into the sun the second you step on it), because your arch-nemesis is there and he's about to become king of the archipelago. You need to not only stop him from becoming king, you yourself need to become king of the archipelago, and then you need to face this BIG GIANT HUMAN HATING ISLAND BURNING DRAGON in SINGLE COMBAT to determine the ultimate fate of human and dragon kind."

And Hiccup said, "okay."

AND DID IT

That kid managed to get to that island JUST IN TIME, with AMNESIA, and interrupted Alvin's coronation even though he was black and blue and torn to shreds and limping and crying and couldn't even remember his own name and STILL told them all that he was willing to become King of the Wilderwest.

What a kid

Not to mention he faced that human hating island burning dragon with the courage of an entire army's worth of heroes.

AND ENDED THE WAR PEACEFULLY!! BY BEING KIND AND COMPASSIONATE AND WILLING TO WORK WITH FURIOUS TO MAKE A BETTER WORLD FOR BOTH SPECIES AND IM SOBBING HE IS SUCH A GOOD BOY HE IS SUCH A GOOD KID

Even when Furious dies he promises to the end of his life to try to make the world better for dragons and he DID to his dying breath he tried

He tried and it mattered

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third is quite possibly, in my opinion, one of the coolest protagonists ever

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Maybe

For @mmmkkkkkjkmm. I know it's hard for you a lot, but I'm proud of you. FREAKIN LOVE YOU YOU GOOBER.

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It was not like Tybalt Capulet to be nervous about a decision. Usually he always went into things guns blazing, quite literally. He didn’t tend to think through his actions much; instead, he just followed with his gut and prayed it that it would end well for him.

So the fact that he was anxiously shifting from foot to foot outside of Scarlet Orozço’s apartment, holding a tray of what he hoped would be peace offerings, therefore broke convention. It felt unusual for him to be such a nervous wreck standing in public. He had tried to breathe normally and stop the shaking in his legs, though neither endeavor proved successful.

The situation he’d found himself in did not help his nerves much either.

Several times on the drive to Scarlet’s apartment, Tybalt had wondered exactly why he had said yes to her offer. He had tried to make excuses-he was bored, he was shocked, he was, dare he say, amused-but none felt like correct explanation for why he had accepted. Actually, in all seriousness, Tybalt knew the reason he said yes, but whether it be out of pride, indifference or sheer embarrassment, he simply refused to admit it.

Surprisingly, Tybalt was not a man usually drawn to romance. In fact, he usually preferred training and sparring over matters of the physical and emotional. Maybe that was something he could work on more, since being emotionally withdrawn was not helpful in any situation, but still. The offer was something he’d more expect to be given to men like his cohorts, who enjoyed indulging in women of all social classes and tastes, regardless of the consequences. But Tybalt had never been drawn to watching them flirt around with each other, and had never imagined himself in a scenario where we would enjoy the same thing, though he tried to pretending otherwise for appearances.

But that was before Scarlet had smiled at him, and sweetly offered him a date.

So now he was here. Standing outside her apartment, holding a tray of arepas con queso, and flushing at the memory of her towering over him.

That memory, of her hands on his skin and her eyes on his face, it had plagued him for days. He had been writhing at night, unable to escape the burning in his body. It felt so new and yet so familiar at the same time. He has been hit with random surges of desire before, sure, but this, this was something different. Like some sort of switch had gone off in his brain, and now his thoughts were consumed by nothing but Scarlet.

A tiny voice in the back of his head tried to argue that, maybe, it wasn’t just desire he was feeling, but he pushed it to the back of his mind.

Sighing, Tybalt rang the door bell of Scarlet’s house, and prayed to God, Jesus and all the Saints that he would somehow manage to keep his shit together. 

A prayer that undoubtedly came in handy when Scarlet opened the door, dressed in a way that could only be described as goddess-like, dripping in pearls and silk, like a baroque painting. All in red, of course, because it seemed she made a habit of making him fluster. He nearly dropped the Arepa pan staring at her smiling face, suddenly feeling very underdressed in his silk black button down.

(He knew he should’ve worn more accessories.)

A gasp brought him out of his trance. Scarlet was now staring at the arepas, eyes roving over the little disks. “You brought food!!” Scarlet exclaimed happily, grabbing the tray from his hands, which fell to his side, limply. Excitement clouded her features and it was the most beautiful thing Tybalt had ever seen. Her happiness made her practically glow and Tybalt could have sworn he felt his heart skip a beat when he saw how beautiful it made her.

“You-uhA-I’m-um..” Tybalt said, clumsily stumbling over his words. He cleared his throat. 

“Arepas con queso. They have cheese in them.” His said, nearly kicking himself.

“They have cheese in them” Yeah no shit, dumbass. She speaks Spanish, You stupid fuck. What does she think queso means? Jesus, Joseph and Mary, Tybalt, get your shit together.

“How’d you know I loved Arepas?” She asked cheekily, popping over the tupperware and picking on up.

“Must’ve been a lucky guess.” He lied. In reality, he has asked (or begged) his boss Francesca for tips as he was closing up. Scarlet was her foster-sister, so she had plenty of good tips for a date with her sister.

He hopped it would get him into her food graces, but she still terrified him.

Scarlet smiled happily and bit into an arepa, humming contently. 

“So,” she said, wiping her mouth. “Where to next?”

Tybalt felt his cheeks warm, staring at her beautiful face. The curve of her nose, the highness of her cheeks, her smile.

“The Gardens.” He said confidently.

Hm. Maybe this would work out.

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Law followed the little clown throughout the sinuous insides of the big top, through the narrow alleys between seats, one heeled foot fitting at a time. He held Kikoku higher against his shoulder, almost as if a parent would carry a toddler in a crowded space for fear of losing them. It was the dirt floor he minded, to spare his sword the dishonour of meeting with some gluttonous child's half-licked, sticky-as-glue lolly. Law grimaced at the vision of paper wraps and unpopped kernels of corn sprawled under his feet. How had he allowed himself to get caught up in this mess, again?

Oh, yes. The funny (as in 'peculiar' rather than 'amusing') clown girl had lassoed him in with the promise not of entertainment, but of medicine.

She had said she was a doctor, a claim that earned her a studious gaze bundled up in doubt. This orange thing was a doctor? For all his brilliance, Law did lack the necessary amount of self-awareness to recognise that most civilians, too, would doubt him a doctor when he sported a loose shirt buttoned up with haste over his jeans and black polish over his fingernails so casually. Both he and the clown were as far removed from the semblance of a textbook doctor, with their one white coat and two rows of white teeth arranged into a reassuring smile as could be. All things considered, it was discerning of a circus to harbour a medical team, only not right next to the menagerie, he hoped, for a nomadic, strenuous lifestyle offered plenty of opportunities for injury. And the jolly roger lulling in the wind above the tarpaulin had not escaped Law's atttentive watch. Pirates required medical assistance more than the average person.

❝ Listen, Raggedy Ann...! ❞ he started, an edge of warning to his voice, her jab at his aquatic lifestyle returned in kind as he manoeuvred the space towards the reserved compound of doors and platforms the audience had no idea lay within and underneath the circus. ❝ I'll have you know submarines are lots of fun. ❞

What the hell did she know of his literary soirées? Of the crew's monthly talent shows? Of the most exciting, free-for-all race to the loo after every Tuesday's taco dinner? Why, she was but a simpleton, all too excited to watch some other idiot in oversized shoes juggle up some balls and deem it as entertainment. If there was a literal embodiment of the panem et circenses phrase, here it was.

❝ I am not a man to be toyed with. I did not come here, to the very depths of Satan's rectum, to discuss the concept of merriment over tea with a child. Where is the chlorophyte? ❞

She had said, and not just in passing, to be in possession of a rare species of algae Law had read about in his studies. Although, admittedly, phycology was a field of pharmaceutical interest he generally buried under other priorities. The species was said to be at least a hundred times more efficient than other maritime eukaryotes in boosting immunity and serving as an anticancerous agent, nothing short of a miracle if proven true. If he could get this alga into his laboratory and multiply it so he got enough specimens to sample from... Only the hypothesis of an unprecedented scientific breakthrough could have made him enter the circus tent.

Trafalgar Law hissed, catlike when the faux flower hit him with a surprise drizzle. Though hygienic, he would rather take his shower the conventional way. Just like he would like to keep his feet not stepped on by stupid miniature velocipedes! ❝ I really, really hate the circus! I'll take my clowns in the form of Ruggero Leoncavallo, thank you.❞

His eyes were daggers directed at this Doctor Patches character, but then the gold in them melted and glinted with mischief. Kikoku made another move on his shoulder, ready to lose her sheath. ❝ There is no fucking chance a clown can trick me. ❞

[quietblueriver]

Don't Ever Turn It Down (Ch. 1)

Set in the same universe as That Lilith Voice Inside My Head. Beatrice is a lawyer. Ava is in marketing. They fall in love.

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Beatrice is settling in her new office when she hears a loud laugh through her open door. She thinks, absently, as she unpacks her diplomas and the few personal items she keeps at work, that it’s lovely. It’s followed moments later by a knock, and Beatrice turns from placing a small prayer plant on one of the bookshelves lining the wall behind her desk to see Camila, smiling widely and holding two cups of coffee. 

She’s not alone. That, in itself, is not a surprise. Camila had asked if it was okay for her to bring company when they made plans for lunch today. Beatrice had assumed she meant Lilith, because she always means Lilith. Or, she had before today. The woman behind Camila is possibly the most beautiful person Beatrice has ever seen, and Beatrice is not prone to hyperbole. She’s wearing a large tweed blazer over a white t-shirt tucked into high-waisted jeans, and her hair, cut above her shoulders, is a little bit wild as it largely escapes a bun. She’s grinning at Beatrice as though they’re close friends, genuine happiness in her expression and generally radiating from her, and she waves eagerly with the arm not holding a cup of iced coffee as she stops just short of Beatrice’s desk. It’s incredibly disarming. Beatrice blinks. Blinks again. When their eyes meet, her smile grows somehow bigger and she bounces on her toes for a moment, wincing a little when a small amount of her iced coffee lands on the sleeve of her blazer. The smile is back quickly, though, and she shrugs at Beatrice with one shoulder. Inexplicably, Beatrice’s stomach swoops. 

“Beatrice!” Camila comes in for a hug, sitting one of the coffees on Beatrice’s desk and stepping around a box to wrap an arm around Beatrice’s waist. Beatrice reflexively does the same, grateful to find her limbs still work, and forces herself to look at her friend instead of continuing to stare. She’s wearing dark green pants and her ever-present converse, white today, with a color-blocked cardigan. Beatrice is glad she chose not to wear her full suit, feels overdressed enough in her navy dress pants and light blue button-down. 

Her eyes drift back to the other woman as Camila says, “This is my friend, Ava. Ava, this is Beatrice, who as you can see is a real person.” She squeezes Beatrice’s waist and says, “Ava has had doubts about your existence given how much I talk about you and how little you actually appear.” It’s said without malice but Beatrice blanches anyway. She hates having been such an absent friend. Camila presses her head to Beatrice's shoulder briefly; she's known Beatrice long enough to know what she's thinking. “Of course, she wouldn’t have had to doubt if you hadn’t had to cancel on basically everything fun over the last year because your stupid bosses had no respect for your life. Have I mentioned today that I am very excited that you’ve left that disaster of a job? You can’t get away from me now, you know. I get to bother you at work and in the life you’ll be able to have outside of work, too. I’m starting now. Well, I’m starting in like 30 minutes. One of the developers is having an issue and wants to talk so I’ll have to step out for a few. Sorry, he texted literally as we got off of the elevator, and I’m managing the project, so I am on call for things like this. I swear I’ll be quick.” She pauses briefly to put her own coffee down next to the cup she’d already placed on the desk and wrap a second arm around Beatrice for a full side hug.

“Anyway, we brought coffee because we were thinking Vietnamese and it’s a bit of a walk, if that’s okay? Lil is going to meet us there. Oh, I’m so glad you’re here.” She presses back into Beatrice's shoulder and rocks their bodies side to side in a demonstration of enthusiasm. Beatrice catches her arm across the front of her body and holds it to her, familiar feelings of warmth toward her friend giving her a reprieve from her ridiculous reaction to Ava. Unfortunately, when she looks up, she finds Ava wearing a fond expression, the corners of her eyes crinkled slightly, and when she catches Beatrice’s eye, whatever normalcy she’d found in Camila’s affection flees at the force of the smile now being directed her. Her stomach clenches. 

Beatrice knows that she has been given a cue to speak. Several, in fact. Camila has introduced her to someone and asked her a question about her preferences for lunch. She has also characterized herself as a bother, which Beatrice wants to correct, even if she’s aware it was a joke. Beatrice, as a functioning adult who has in fact had human conversation before, should be able to address all three of these things. She finds herself embarrassingly incapable of doing so. 

The hand Camila still has around her squeezes gently at her waist in what Beatrice is sure is concern. She is not often flustered, and her failure to respond immediately to the introduction is a sure giveaway that she is not operating at full capacity. There are a few things from her upbringing that she willingly keeps with her, one of which is the importance of being respectful, of being, when possible, polite. Currently, she’s failing miserably for no real reason. It’s unacceptable. 

She triages. Minimally, she can say hello. She wants to say hello. She lifts the hand not around Camila’s waist and mechanically raises it, holds it stiffly in the air next to her body, elbow at a right angle and fingers pressed together. Some part of her brain was surely attempting to mirror Ava’s enthusiastic greeting. What she has done instead could, generously, be considered a cousin to a wave, but Beatrice has never been generous with herself. She looks like she’s taking the oath of office. She looks like she’s directing traffic. She looks like an absolute idiot. 

“Hi.”

Heat rushes to her face. She can feel Camila’s eyes boring into her but she will not look at her. She shifts her hand just slightly to Beatrice’s back and...pats it gently, reassuring Beatrice as someone might reassure a shy child meeting someone new. She finds it, despite herself, to be comforting and is grateful that Camila is gracious enough to have made the gesture subtly and out of Ava’s eyesight. She’s very glad Lilith is meeting them at the restaurant, can almost hear her, in derision and delight, assessing Beatrice: What the fuck is wrong with you?

It’s a fair question. She hasn’t felt this way since she was a teenager and Ali Brewer smiled at her for the first time. She had tripped on nothing in the hallway on the way to calculus. Even then, Beatrice was working on her second black belt and had already (begrudgingly) been in ballet for a decade. She did not trip. But she did for Ali, and now, it seems, she’s tripping for Ava as well. Beatrice quickly moves her hand back down, and Ava mercifully speaks, leaning a hip against the side of the desk and still grinning at Beatrice, something new—amusement?—dancing in her eyes. 

“Hi." It's tinged with, yes, amusement, but she's kind and moves on quickly. "So great to finally meet you. And, yeah, to be totally transparent, I did tell Cam that I was skeptical but I also might have, a few times on our last project, suggested to Lilith that she made you up to make it seem like she had a friend who wasn’t her girlfriend and that poor Cam was going along with it out of love.” At the noise of protest Camila emits, she says easily, “You know you would. Plus, she deserved it, and it was a fun bit.”

Beatrice lets out a laugh, surprising herself and delighting Ava, based on the expression that spreads across her face. She feels Ava’s smile like a sense of pride, which is absurd. Recalling her Rosey the Robot impression of moments ago, Beatrice is reminded that absurd is a relative term, and she’ll take pride over idiocy any day. She flexes the fingers of her free hand to get rid of some of her nervous energy, relaxes her shoulders with an intentional deep breath. This is comfortable territory—making fun of Lilith has put her at ease for most of her life at this point. This, she knows how to do. 

“Actually, maybe we could keep it going?” Her eyes glint and Beatrice admires the way the natural light in her office makes the brown of her irises even brighter. “I can pretend not to see you at the restaurant and act confused every time she speaks to you.”

“I’m in.” She says it without hesitation and she is relieved that she sounds like herself and not someone who had two minutes ago been totally uncertain of how to move her own arms. 

Camila unwraps herself from Beatrice and flicks her shoulder before moving around the desk to do the same to Ava. “Hey. Be nice. Both of you.” She sighs a little and smiles. “The two of you are going to be a problem for her.” 

“She shouldn’t dish it out if she can’t take it, Cam.” Ava waves her hands in the air carelessly as she teases. Well, she attempts to wave her hands in the air carelessly. What she actually does is wave one hand and spill coffee on her white shirt with the other. She groans at herself. “Well this is embarrassing. And cold. Karmic justice? Or, oh, did Lilith curse me?” She waggles her eyebrows at Beatrice and accepts another flick from Camila in penance. “Wait, no. I’ve always been like this.” She shrugs sheepishly and looks down at her shirt again. “I have a spare in my office. Black. Which is clearly what I should’ve started with but like, gotta stay optimistic, right? Anyway, hi, hello, real-person Beatrice. Very pumped for our future work together messing with Lilith. How’s your first day going?” 

She’s genuine and self-deprecating, and Beatrice is…charmed. Ava is beautiful in a way that makes Beatrice behave like a teenager but she’s also incredibly likable. Dangerously likable, maybe, but Beatrice lets that thought fall away as she watches Ava pull slightly at the fabric of her shirt as if maybe that will fix the stain. Ava is a real person. Beatrice is a real person. Beatrice the real person can do this. 

“Hello, also-real Ava. Always happy to have company in mocking Lilith. We can exchange notes—this has been a hobby of mine for nearly two decades now.” At this Ava moves her hands again, possibly to clap in excitement, but stops herself quickly, before the motion gets away from her. She puts her coffee down on Beatrice’s desk and darts her eyes between the coffee cup and Beatrice, eyebrows raised and face full of pride. Beatrice, who believes strongly in positive reinforcement, gives her a thumbs up. She barely has time to want to crawl under her desk (today maybe Beatrice is prone to hyperbole) before Ava laughs and claps, taking a half-bow. Beatrice has managed somehow to do exactly the right thing, and she smiles widely, does not bother to restrain herself the way she normally would around a relative stranger. “Thank you, thank you. I can learn.” 

Camila is looking between them with interest, and Beatrice has no desire to let that continue uninterrupted, so she’s speaking again. “Very impressive. Well done you.” Ava’s smirk lets her know the sarcasm is fine. “And my first day is going well, thank you, although I haven’t done much more than meet with HR and sign paperwork and unpack a few things. They very kindly wanted to give me time to get settled.” 

“See? Better gig already. I’ll say it again—I could not be more relieved that you’re out of that place and I could not be happier that you’re here.” Camila’s phone sounds and she looks at the screen and sighs. “I have to run back to my office to take this call—I’m afraid he’ll need me to take a look at the code—but it won’t be more than twenty minutes, promise. Ava, I can stop by your office and grab your extra shirt so you don’t have to go back down. Unless you want to?” 

“Nah, I’d rather stay and keep Beatrice company. If that’s okay?” Beatrice manages to nod and smile and maintains almost every bit of her composure at the look she receives in response. “Thanks, Cam. Bottom left drawer, where the Advil is.”  With a wave at them both, Camila steps into the hallway, closing Beatrice’s door behind her. 

Ava adjusts her body slightly where she has leaned back against the desk and Beatrice is reminded of the fact that both of the chairs in front of her are currently full of boxes of law books. She moves immediately to fix this. 

“I’m so sorry. Let me move these. Please sit.” 

She picks up one of the boxes and starts toward the small table that takes up the left side of her office but she doesn’t make it more than a step before Ava protests, “I’m totally fine. Promise. Want help unloading, or do you have a whole system?” Her smile is teasing, and she immediately answers her own question with a fond lilt, “You definitely have a system.” 

The interaction is easier, maybe, than it should be given that they’ve only just met, but Beatrice is strangely pleased at the familiarity, even as she feels herself blush. Given that she’s likely been one shade of red or another for most of this encounter, she’s not certain if Ava will even notice. “Yes, I do. But…” Ava dips her head in encouragement. Beatrice sighs and puts the box back in the chair. “But I’ve already organized everything so that it can be unpacked easily. There are…small numbered post-it tabs on the spine of each one with backups on the inside cover.”

“Wow, yes, I love it.” She steps away from the desk and toward one of the boxes, bending slightly to look at the cover of a book and clasping her hands together in front of her as though she’s preparing to do something very interesting. She picks up one of the constitutional law texts and holds it with surprising care. “Put me to work, boss.” 

They make their way through the boxes quickly, because Beatrice is exceptionally well-organized and efficient, and move to the chairs by Beatrice’s desk to talk. Ava is listening, brow furrowed and leg bouncing in what Beatrice is almost certain is a sign of a tendency toward kinesthetic learning rather than boredom, as Beatrice talks about the intersections of gender and the law. She’s been on a tangent, but Ava asked about the book from her class, and then about Beatrice’s favorite part of the class, and then kept asking thoughtful questions. Typically, Beatrice would be hesitant to take up this much time and space, but she finds it surprisingly easy to lose herself in conversation with Ava, even catching herself making emphatic hand motions that she would normally suppress on instinct. She’s comfortable, in large part due to Ava, who has over the last twenty minutes or so leaned the smallest amount into Beatrice’s space anytime she hesitated, afraid she was being too much or too boring, and looked at her like she was about to say the most interesting thing on earth. 

She stops talking when she spots Camila in the doorway, and Ava frowns at the disruption. Ava does it so genuinely, is so clearly actually displeased that Beatrice has stopped her explanation of the notice and comment process and what it means for Title IX. Beatrice's chest tightens with affection and something else; gratitude, she thinks, though that's not quite it. She's watching Ava, who appears to be somewhat consoled when she sees it’s Camila. She hands Ava a black t-shirt and then comes to stand beside Beatrice. Beatrice, who, despite herself, despite Ava’s reassurances, despite that perfect frown, still feels the need to apologize. This uncertainty about her own value is one of the many things from her parents that she's working to leave behind. “I’m sorry. I feel like that was probably more than what you wanted to know about Title IX.” 

Ava shakes her head and finds Beatrice’s eyes, keeps them as says with a surprisingly serious tone, “Nope. Definitely want to buy you a beer and make you tell me more about literally all of that. If you’re interested in talking about it, I mean. I know maybe it’s like work? I’d also like to talk to you about other things.” In a role reversal that has Beatrice feeling a small spark of hope, Ava turns very subtly pink. 

“No, no. I’d love to talk more about it. And about other things.” She means it. She wants to keep talking to Ava, wants to create opportunities for Ava to speak about herself. She wants to know her, so she is brave for a moment and says so. “I’d like to hear more about you.” The pink becomes less subtle. She’s beautiful.

Camila, delighted, says, “Yay! I knew you would get along. Sorry again about the interruption but,” she eyes Beatrice’s bookshelves and then the two of them with about a teaspoon of subtlety, “it looks like you two were productive. Ready to eat? Ava, we can stop at the bathroom for you to change. I’ll text Lilith.” Ava is up and moving toward the door with an enthusiastic nod, pondering her options for lunch aloud and wondering, without any hint of shame in her voice, if she should “even bother changing my shirt before we eat because, y’know.”

As Beatrice moves to follow her, Camila squeezes her elbow. When Beatrice turns, both of her eyebrows are raised and her smile is all too knowing. Her cheeks flush, again, and she shakes her head lightly. She knows she’ll be hearing more about this later but for now, Camila accepts her silence, linking their arms together and moving them toward the door. 

[siriuslysatorusimping]

Ok, so SOOO much to unpack here, brace yourself. I posted prior on as anonymous 🫥 to get some quick info out, but now I’m really hankering in to unpack.

Ok, so I get it, Gojo definitely has valid reasons to suspect Rinko, but also…

I agree with anonymous (ง'̀-'́)ง, I was ready to fight Gojo (and everyone else who’s an ass to Rinko). Congrats, you have turned a group of Gojo simps to an army of Rinko protectors 🛡️

Anywho, back on point here. Gojo suspecting Rinko was valid because literally everything pointed to her, and while they do communicate to each other often, Rinko has proven to not always share everything because of either Clan shit, or I suspect to keep the barrier of friends with benefits with Gojo.

That said, like, Gojo literally out here claiming she’s his “You’re mine”, like it’s nothing. It’s definitely something, and I get Rinko not addressing in the moment, but she has to question it (Right? 👀)

Also, thank you for representing her feels so eloquently 🥹 as someone who’s recently discovered I have PTSD and panic attacks, and trying to recover from, you handled her own feelings so well! Sometimes reading those experiences can make it hard for myself, but I was able to get through it. So thanks 😊

Well hello! I will also address your anon message in this, so everything is below the cut!! 😊😊

If you're new and HAVEN'T already, you can read Another Level on AO3 :)

I'm pasting your Anon message:

I’m so very impressed with the recent writing of Rinko and Gojo’s life. The way you handled Rinko’s breakdown was true to form of the panic instilling, the body dissociating - all scarily accurate. Literally was screaming at Gojo the entire time to help her breathe by breathing. From my own experience with panic attacks, having a loved one help you through it works wonders (even if you may not want it, you need it). Rinko’s story has found a special place in my heart, and you do her justice in expressing it in your writing. Truly impressed

OKAY.

I will first address the panic attacks and how accurately they are written:

I have had panic attacks for as long as I can remember. I have also had PTSD from past relationships. I recently discovered that I am also autistic 🙃 and 'autistic meltdowns' are often mistaken for panic attacks in undiagnosed people. So, there's that.

I have written about my mental health for a long, long time. Many years. If you'd like, I can share those, but I don't want to make you feel pressured to read them! (also don't want to out myself for how much of myself I've accidentally written into Rinko 👀)

AN ARMY OF RINKO PROTECTORS YES.

I can tell you who will be LEADING that army:

Don't you HURT HIS ADOPTIVE MOM COUSIN.

Gojo staking his claim and what Rinko thinks:

I'm gonna be real with you. Rinko thought almost nothing of him saying that for two reasons: 1) He was drunk. 2) She straight up thinks he is the dumbest man alive.

Rinko genuinely thinks that Gojo is just stupid and doesn't realize that things he says and does send messages of more than being friends.

Why, you ask? Let's take a lil trip down memory lane:

We'll start with this bit from Let Me Know You:

“Friends don’t typically do this,” she said quietly, a small laugh escaping when he pouted. “Unless you’re going to tell me this is how all of your friendships are? Because that’d be very interesting.” That made him laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners, hand moving to the back of her neck to pull her lips to meet his again. Pressing his tongue into her mouth, his other hand went to her shirt again. “I’ll admit this might not be a conventional friendship,” he murmured, unbuttoning the few buttons she’d managed to fasten earlier. “But that’s what makes it fun. We can have sleepovers-”

Then, I Say "Sayonara":

But she couldn’t, she wouldn’t, tell her mother about her ‘unconventional’ friendship with Gojo Satoru. Not the typical friendship, he would always say as he grinned, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple or forehead. Such a contrast to how he would spend the next few hours taking her apart in every way he could.

AND THEN, FINALLY, New Memories:

“You know,” she said, reluctantly allowing him to pull her along with him again. “That isn’t exactly how friends-” “Not a typical friendship, baby,” he cut her off. “Now,” he paused, grabbing her by the waist and warping them to her apartment. “Get changed.”

I'm going to write an Author Discussion once we've gotten through (Please) Prove Me Wrong, so that will break down quite a bit and hopefully answer some of your other questions!! 😊😊

Full disclosure: Gojo's POV was never meant to be as big of a deal as it's become, and I am struggling to write it rn 🙃🙃🙃

Thank you for reading and sending these TWO amazing asks 🥹💕