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thecreelhouse · 4 months

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part time soulmate, full time problem

Paring: Gator Tillman x Alt Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns) || MDNI!

Summary: Still snowed in, you and Gator try to make the best of this unplanned Christmas together.

Word count: 7.1k+

CW/Tags: rough sex, discussing/exploring kinks, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), cockwarming, brat/brat tamer dynamic, dom/sub dynamic, some femdom (if you squint), sub-drop, christmas fluff, hurt/comfort, aftercare

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A/N: apologies for taking up the tags!! I wanted to have this chapter out for christmas, but clearly I’m a little late lol. Still hope y’all enjoy it though!! And hope y’all had a lovely holiday weekend however you spent it <3

Day 5

When you wake up, it’s completely dark, and the bed feels… odd. You panic a little, sitting up fast as you try forcing your eyes to get used to the darkness around you. Your hands pat the bed around you, trying to find your phone to check the time, when you accidentally hit something.

“Ow… do ya’ mind?”

Or someone.

The previous night begins replaying in your head, catching you up to speed— you recall the sexual tension not only breaking but finally pushing the both of you to and over the edge. It’s not like there was a friendship to really ruin, but whatever the two of you had before wasn’t something you could return to.

“Y’good?” Gator’s voice breaks your thoughts; he sounds half asleep with a gravelly voice as he leans up, reaching over to you. His hand falls on your thigh, and the movement startles you, unable to see in the dark still.

You have so many questions bouncing around your head, unsure which one to pick to start. Without much thought, your hand gravitates to his on your leg, lazily grabbing it.

“We’re …. in your room?”

“Mhm,” His other arm finds you, clumsily trying to wrap his arms around your waist. It’s a goofy position, with you sitting up in bed, and Gator still laying down, hanging onto you like a koala.

“When did we go to sleep?”

Gator chuckles, muffled by the pillow his face is still buried in.

“Did I really fuck ya’ that hard that you don’t remember?”

“Ha-ha, very funny.” You finally find your phone, reading the time as 4:23 a.m. “Why the fuck am I awake?” A chill passes over your skin, prickling goosebumps along every inch of your body. You tense up. “Gator… did the power go out again? Is that why it’s so dark?”

“I mean… it’s four in the morning. That might have somethin’ to do with it.” He teases, and you roll your eyes, but it’s not like he can see. He’s gently pulling at you, trying to get you to lay back down. “Think it did go out, though. C’mere, I can feel ya’ shakin’.”

You slide back under the covers, and as you wrap yourself around Gator, you realize you’re both naked. “Jesus, no wonder why I’m fucking cold. I need sweats or somethin’—“

Gator’s grip tightens a little. It’s not uncomfortable, but it’s definitely something you’ll have to get used to.

“Stay. I’ll warm ya’ up.”

“Okay, yeah, you’re warm, but I need, like… ten more blankets.”

“You’ll be okay, promise.” His voice is still low, filled with sleep, but there’s a playfulness woven within his words.

“What if I froze to death like… right now.” You joke, and he breathes a laugh, shifting around next to you.

“You won’t.” He slides under the covers, but you pay no mind to that.

“I could.”

“Christ, you never shut up, do you?”

You hadn’t even realized how much Gator had moved until he lightly bit the inside of your thigh. You jump and yelp, not expecting the sensation.

“You’re gonna knee me in the face—“ Gator grumbles, maneuvering under the covers to position himself between your legs; his hands hold your legs down roughly. “Stay.”

“M’not a dog, Gator.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” His breath is warm as it fans out across your core. You shiver, trying your best to stay still. “Dogs are more well behaved than you.”

“Okay, rude!” You’re about to go off on a tangent when his mouth meets your skin, giving your core an open mouthed kiss. “Oh m’god—“

Gator tilts his face upward, tongue trailing his motion while his nose brushes against your sensitive nub. You jump again, still sensitive from hours ago.

“Would it be better if I cuffed you again?” He’s talking against your folds, and the vibrations of his words make you whimper. “Yeah? Sounded like a yes.”

“N- no— I mean I- I like it, but I-“ Gator’s arms hook under your legs, pulling you as close to his face as possible before he continues. “But I— not now. I’ll stay st- still.”

He’s taking his time, tongue soft and movements slow, every so often sucking on your swollen clit. A high pitched whine leaves your lips while a hand dives under the covers, reaching to tug his hair. Gator groans into you at the action.

“Good girl.”

Those two words used as a praise from your ex-best friend-turned-enemy-turned-fuck-buddy make your mind melt.

Is that what we are now?

That’s not as mind melting as his thick, long fingers enter you, two without warning. With how turned on you are, though, they slide in with ease. His tongue keeps a steady, agonizingly slow pace on your clit, pausing to tease, “How’s a bitter brat like you taste so sweet, huh?”

Your breaths are shallow and whiny as heat blooms within your body, spreading wide. Throwing the blankets aside, you can just barely make out the outline of Gator between your legs; your head falls back at the limited sight, thoughts filling in the blanks for you.

“Gator…”

Fingers weaving their way through his hair, you tug him closer, hips rolling subconsciously as you begin riding against his face. His fingers are still fucking you, hitting your sweet spot, knocking the wind out of your chest.

It honestly stuns you how good Gator is at this. Your legs are shaking and tensing up around his head, but that only motivates him to continue, every now and then laughing into your skin at how easily turned on you are. You always thought he came off as one of those assholes who brags about having sex to make up for the fact that they really never do.

Clearly he’s practiced on someone… whoever that poor soul may be for dealing with his insufferable ass.

Every so often there’s an obscene smack of his lips as he releases suction off your clit; you can hear how soaked you are, but it’s not like Gator isn’t helping with the mess.

“Y’gonna cum?” He rasps out from under the blankets, feeling your walls tighten around his digits. His tongue flicks softly at your clit between his thoughts. “Feels like it, darlin’.”

Your walls constrict even further. “You really like when I call you that, huh?”

“Mhm…” You’re having a hard time finding actual words while he continues pleasuring you. “Think I’m c- close.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You’re gonna hate me in about two seconds.”

You’re still in a blissful, spaced out state, barely hearing him. “Wait, huh?”

Gator stops abruptly, fingers pulling out quickly as his face leaves your core. You feel empty and cold as he comes back out of the covers, and although it’s dark, you can see him grinning at you with glistening lips.

“Wh- wait- why’d you stop?” You’re not coming down from your high, you’re falling backwards rapidly with disappointment shoving you full force. Chest heaving as your breath settles from a ruined orgasm, you snap, “Gator, that’s not— I wasn’t finished!”

“Turn around.” Gator orders as he settles back beside you.

Your mouth hangs open, offended. “No! You ruined it, asshole.”

Gator forcibly flips you to your other side, facing away from him. In one slow but smooth motion, he pushes his cock into you with ease from how wet you got. Gator moans into your ear, sending shivers up your spine while you’re both breathless and speechless.

“Think we’ll be able to warm up this way, y’think?” Gator pulls you closer, back against his chest, slowly moving your lower half closer to go deeper. He finally fills you completely, with your ass held against his lap. “Why’d you think I was playin’ with you?”

You’re stunned. “You’re a fuckin’ jerk-off. You coulda let me finish at least.”

“You can leave if ya’ want.” Gator lets go of you, leaving you with the option to pull him out of you.

Shallow breaths from you fill the pause; you don’t move.

“You keep still until I wake up, and maybe I’ll reward ya’.” His arms wind around you again, holding you close.

“And if I decide to fuck you?”

“Fuck around and find out, brat.”

“No one seriously says that, certainly not with their dick inside someone else.” You laugh at his audacity and how corny he sounds. “What if I leave?”

Gator’s hands splayed across your tummy as he explores your body teasingly. One hand reaches up to the swell of one breast, flicking your piercing lightly. “Said ya’ could. Doubt you wanna, though.”

You’re making your best efforts to bite back a moan, “You don’t know what I want, asshole.”

“No? ‘Cause I think I’ve been pretty good at guessin’ so far.”

He wants to tame a brat? I’ll show him a real brat.

“If you guess three kinks, all consecutively correct, I’ll stay. You can do whatever.” You challenge, not waiting for him to agree or not. You’re calling the shots now. “One wrong guess, I leave, and you can keep yourself warm and cope. Got it?”

Gator doesn’t care for that attitude, but he’s never been one to turn down a challenge. “You’d be sorry if you left. What’s gonna keep you warm? That dildo half the size of me? Good luck with that, freak.”

“And what? You’d just have that fuckin’ sock and your questionable porn searches.”

Gator snaps his hips into you, already buried to the hilt, but somehow he reaches even deeper inside you. It knocks the wind out of you a bit.

“How come you can fuck me but I can’t fuck you?!”

This is getting ridiculous.

He pulls back, nearly pulling out, teasing the head at your entrance. You groan in annoyance and need.

“Let’s see…” Gator thrusts back into you, filling you up once more. You can’t stop the moan that tumbles from your lips. “You and I are more alike than you wanna admit—“

“We are not.”

“No? So you’re not into orgasm denial? Or edging? ‘Cause you’re somehow wetter than last night.” You can’t help your walls hugging him tightly; Gator laughs lowly into your ear. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Okay,” you rasp out, “so that’s one you got right. Big deal.”

Gator wraps one of his arms around your throat, flexing his muscles as he tightens his hold. Your eyes roll back as you feel the slight pressure create that lightheaded feeling you craved since last night.

“Well, yesterday I guessed you’re into degradation, and that was right…” Gator’s slowly fucking you, earning more gasps from you. “That always seems to go hand in hand with humiliation… M’confident you’re into that, too.”

“What? No- no way—“ Gator rolls over onto his back, still inside you, before continuing to slowly fuck up into you as you lay on top of him. “Ah- fuck!”

“You can try to lie all you want darlin’, but your cunt’s got no problem tellin’ me the truth.” He shifts, sitting up against the bed frame and pillows, pulling you onto his lap as he continues fucking you. You fall back onto him, head lolling over his shoulder, hoping it’s too dark for him to see you cry over how good this feels.

“Gator, please…”

One arm wrapped around your waist, the other reaching over to lift your head again. It’s kind of awkward, but he makes it work. You only know your faces are nearly touching when you hear his panting directly in front of you. His hand weaves his fingers through your hair, tugging from the back of your head to keep you in place.

“So that’s two…” He grunts as he bucks his hips roughly into you, causing you to cry out loudly, breaking the silence in the house. “… fuckin’… did y’know your pussy’s made for me? ‘Cause it sure fuckin’ feels like it.”

“Gator c’mon, this isn’t… this isn’t fair…” You’re whining against his lips, wanting, needing him closer, as if this wasn’t close enough already.

“That’s not what y’were callin’ me last night.” He pushes into you completely, filling you up and driving you insane.

You’re ready to cave into his self-entitled attitude and give him the third answer if it means you’ll finally get off.

“Daddy, please… I just wanna cum,” You cry, throwing any dignity or care to win this out the window and into the freezing cold. “I’ll tell you, I- I can tell you.”

Gator roughly pushes you forward; you fall into the bed face first as he grips your hips, pulling them up to meet him as he kneels behind you. He wastes no time slamming into you from behind, skin on skin slapping, echoing out into the dark room.

He grabs your arms and pins them behind your back, fucking you with a steady pace, while another hand wanders to your ass, finger toying ever so softly with your tight hole.

“Y’gonna tell me? Maybe it’s this, yeah?” His teeth are gritted as he continues his taunting. “Bet y’love getting fucked here, too.”

Your face turns to the side, even though you can’t see him, and you cry out; between his words, his thrusts, and his touch, you’re so close to the edge again.

“Bet it’d feel like heaven fuckin’ ya’ with a pretty lil’ plug in here… make you feel— fuckin’ fuck—“ his hips stutter, “you’d feel so full… you’d love that, huh?”

You’re not even denying anything anymore, you’re done hiding it all from him. What’s the point of keeping your turn-ons and kinks a secret when he’s already causing you to come undone.

“Love… love feeling full, daddy… want you to fill me up everywhere…” You’re in a trance at this point, and he chuckles at your obvious dazed state of mind.

“I know baby, m’gonna give you what you want… one sin at a time.” His thrusts are making you cry, full on sob from how good he feels this deep inside you. His balls slap against your clit, only adding to the rising pleasure deep in your core. “C’mon, gimme one more thing, and I’ll let ya’ cum.”

Your face turns into the bedsheets, muffling your loud sob of pleasure.

“Jesus… m’close… you— tell me, tell me what y’want…”

Gator sounds like he’s beginning to fall apart. You can’t find words to string together into a coherent thought for him, racking through all the things that turn you on and get you off that you can admit to him.

“Sl- sleepy—“ You manage to moan out, sticking your ass out further towards him. Gator takes it as a sign to ram into you with all he’s got. “The- the sleep thing- the- ohmyfuckinggod—“

There’s not much warning between either of you; simultaneously you both reach your high, filling the room with all sorts of pornographic noises as Gator fills you with his arousal. You feel his cock twitch in you as you continue squeezing him with your walls, milking him for all he’s got. He falls forward onto you, letting go of your hands in the process. Your cunt twitches and throbs around him as you ride it all out.

Your legs shake, and you collapse onto the bed fully, bringing Gator down with you. He’s breathless, still inside you, kissing the side of your face and neck sloppily as he whispers a handful of praises to you.

The two of you lay exhausted like this for a while, losing track of time as your heart rates settle together. Eventually, Gator rolls off of you, groaning as he slips out. You can’t bring yourself to move, but you hear him trying to maneuver around the pitch black room, bumping into some things here and there, followed by curses under his breath.

A curtain slides open a little as Gator pulls on it, letting the orange glow of the sunrise spill in. You’re squinting before you bury your face in the bed again. You can’t bring yourself to even try to move; every inch of your body feels weighed down, drained and buzzing with an afterglow.

The bed dips before you hear, “Darlin’, pick your head up f’me,” and Gator’s gently lifting your face off the sheets. He carefully turns you on your side, but you groan, not wanting to be moved at all.

The light isn’t harsh, in fact, Gator made sure to open the curtain just a tiny bit, enough to make the surroundings visible enough. He’s wiping away your tears clumsily with his fingers. “You alright?” You nod, but your bottom lip pouts and trembles a bit before tears well up in your eyes again. “What’s goin’ on?”

Gator slides next to you, laying down and taking you into his warm embrace. You curl in towards him, tears still falling.

“Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head quickly, “No, daddy, m’just so… so…”

Quickly, Gator recognizes the state you’re in, just like last night. Softly, he asks, “Do you deal with sub-drops frequently?”

“Felt so good,” You murmur, eyes growing heavy. “… Sorry for crying.” Gator runs a hand through your hair, pushing it from your face. He’s watching you protectively, pulling the blankets over you.

“M’glad it did, darlin’, and you’ve got nothin’ t’be sorry for.” Gator sounds tired himself, but he refuses to sleep until you do. “We don’t have to talk now if you’re tired. You should go back to sleep. You did so good for me.” He kisses your forehead, and that’s the last thing you remember before drifting off to sleep.

Gator’s quick to follow you in dozing off, too.

——

It’s nearly noon when you start to stir, cozy and warm in bed. In fact, you’re much warmer than earlier. Sure, Gator helped you warm up before going back to sleep, but there’s extra warmth and comfort right now. As you stretch, you realize you’re under several more blankets than earlier, and you’re back in Gator’s sweatshirt you borrowed days ago.

Slowly you began to wake up more, realizing how sore you were, but your mind was replaying Gator’s kindness in aftercare. It’s the second time he’s done that. You didn’t even expect him to know what aftercare was, so it was a complete shock that he cared for you like that.

Honestly… it was a complete shock that Gator cared at all.

After taking your time to get up, you go through your morning routine, grab some warm slipper socks, and the crochet project you recently finished before heading downstairs. As you pass the living room, you toss the project onto the couch before continuing on.

The power’s back on, and you find Gator in the kitchen making food. He’s in a worn sleep shirt and plaid pajama pants, whistling while he’s flipping pancakes.

He’s just full of surprises while you’re snowed in together.

“Alright… who are you, and what did you do with the real Gator?” You’re floored at the sight before you. “Seriously, when did you learn to make anything other than cereal?”

He looks over his shoulder, grinning at you, “What? You hate pancakes now?” His eyes travel down your body, admiring the way you look in his sweatshirt. Then, he laughs, but it’s not mean spirited; “You put those thick ass socks on, but no pants? No wonder why you're always cold.”

You pay no attention to his comment on your lack of pants. “I didn’t say that,” You shuffle over to him, arms weaving around his waist from behind while you rest your head on his back. “You were so mean before yesterday. Now you’re so… different. What happened?”

Gator turns the stove off before turning around, still in your arms while he looks down at you. He looks tired, like, really exhausted.

“Did you sleep?”

“A lil’, but then you kept stealin’ the blankets, and I got tired of being cold, so I figured out the whole power outage thing.” He shrugs as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. As always, he smells like that sickeningly sweet vape, but it’s kind of growing on you. “Then I couldn’t fall back asleep, so I tried shoveling a path from the front door… but the snow’s too thick. Not like we can really go anywhere anyway, plus, it’s Christmas, so everywhere’s closed—“

“Gator, you need to sleep,” You interrupt him. “You coulda’ stolen the blankets back. M’sorry, I didn’t realize I was doing that.”

Again, he shrugs. “Eh, you needed more sleep than me. And then I remembered how we used to make pancakes after sleepovers as kids, and I-“ He stops as his face turns red from being sentimental. “- I dunno. I don’t have a present for ya’, so I hope this makes being stuck inside with me a lil’ better.”

Your heart ached; it spent so long mourning the past, mourning the friendship you had with Gator, steeling yourself for the present and how mean you’d be to each other— you never expected to be… here. Not in Gator’s arms. Not in his house. Not in whatever the ever loving fuck is going on between the two of you.

But you’re here, and suddenly you’re feeling awful for how mean you’ve been to Gator, too.

“I… I-“ You stop yourself, too tired to start questioning what changed so drastically between the two of you. And honestly, you knew the whats and whys, but it didn’t answer everything.

As if he could understand your unspoken thoughts, Gator spoke up, “We… don’t gotta talk about it. Not right now, at least. Or ever, if you don’t wanna. Just didn’t want your Christmas to be a total bust.”

You could cry. This was the Gator you knew from years ago. Not some try-hard asshole cop with no care for anyone other than himself. Your arms squeezed around him tighter.

“Jesus, you’re gonna break my ribs, darlin’.” He says jokingly.

“Sorry,” You sheepishly smile as you pull back, arms swinging to your sides. “I, um… I wanna talk about it, but maybe after pancakes? Not tryin’ to cry into them.”

Gator doesn’t respond, just nods and kisses the top of your head before going back to making food.

——

“I think the last time I watched this was with you,” Gator mumbles while messing with the TV remote. The two of you found It’s A Wonderful Life on one of the countless streaming platforms.

“So, not since high school?” You’re pulling a blanket up over the both of you before snuggling into his side on the couch.

“Yeah, guess so.” He looks over to you, but his eye catches on something on the other end of the couch. “Is that the thing you’ve been workin’ on?”

Your face heats up as you grab the crocheted item quickly, balling it up in your hands. “Uh- yeah. I just didn’t have anything to wrap it with, but this is- well- it’s silly, but it’s for you—“ Your voice grows small, worried this was a stupid gift idea. Gator’s brow quirks as he looks at you, then back at the handmade gift in your hands. “It’s- okay, so you totally don’t have to like it. You probably won’t. That’s okay I won’t be offended—“

“You made something for me?” Gator’s face softens at the sentiment, even though you haven’t even explained what it is or handed it over.

So, you do, you push the item from your hands into his before looking away, embarrassed. “It’s— okay, so, like, it’s cold here and you’re always out here refusing to like, cover your face when you should because seriously the wind hurts, and I- I dunno, I just wanted to make something to keep you warm, but you totally don’t have to use it or anything. I get it’s kinda’ lame and not your thing.”

Gator unfolds the yarn-made gift; it’s a neck warmer. It’s made with a smaller size yarn, with stitches near perfect, aside from a few wonky ones here and there. It’s in shades of black and grey, and buttery soft.

He holds it, unable to look away as he admires how fucking long it must have taken you to make every damn stitch. And here you are, talking it down like it’s no big deal, like it’s silly and thoughtless, and that couldn’t be further from the truth.

“You didn’t start this while you were here, did you?”

You cross your arms sheepishly over yourself, almost trying to shrink into your spot next to him. “… No, I.. I, uh, started it on the plane. I was— god, this is so goofy, but I wanted to give something to you as, like, a peace offering, or some shit. I still hated you— or, well, I thought I did, when I got here, but I still cared about you, too. Still do. I didn’t expect all of… this,” You motion quickly between the two of you, hand flip-flopping back and forth, “to happen, y’know? So it’s totally okay if you’re not into—“

Gator cuts you off with a kiss; it’s clumsy, a trait you’re quickly getting used to with kissing him, but it’s well intentioned. You smile against his lips before he pulls back, confused with the butterflies in your tummy.

“Sorry for that,” Gator laughs, looking back down at the gift. “I love it. Really.” He sounds so sincere, for once. “I know the guys at the station would give me shit for it… but I’m definitely gonna wear it under the flimsy old one I got.”

“Gator, it’s okay, you really don’t have to—“

“Quit puttin’ yourself down. This was… this was really thoughtful, darlin’. You worked hard on it… you didn’t have to make this… why wouldn’t I use it?” Again, the sincerity drips from his kind words. He pulls it over his head, smirking at the immediate warmth. “Kinda like a hug from ya’.”

“Okay, now I know you’re not actually Gator.” You tease, fending off any emotional tears trying to start up. He laughs, but it’s kind of… sad. He knows how awful he’s been to you since the moment he pushed you away years ago. He pulls you closer, laying down and bringing you with him. The two of you face each other as you lay on your sides. “I got no clue how we went from hating each other to this so quickly, but I’m… I’m glad we got snowed in together.”

“Well, when ya’ have two horny bastards snowed in together for several days, I guess somethin’s bound to happen, huh?” Gator jokes, earning an eye roll from you. “When this is all said and done, y’know, the snowed in thing… if this was just a brief thing, could we still be friends at least?”

You hadn’t thought about what would happen when this storm ended, and every time your thoughts began to try unpacking what the two of you had become, you pushed it aside. Maybe out of fear? Stress? You had no idea.

Now’s as good of a time as any to figure it out, I guess.

“I think— well, no. I know I had disdain for you for awhile, mainly for the way our friendship ended… but if we’re being honest,” You take a breath in before a hard admission, “I like ya’, asshole. I think I always have. Being stuck together kinda helped me figure that out, I think.”

“Ya’ sure got a charming way with words, freak.” Gator teases back. “M’sorry for being an asshole since pushin’ you away. It still doesn’t excuse the way I left, but I… I think I was scared shitless over my feelings for ya’.

“Watchin’ you grieve over Willow… I just wanted to protect you, and the only way I knew how was protectin’ ya’ from me and my fucked up shit. Figured if ya’ had one less thing to worry about, grievin’ would be easier to handle.” He wraps his arms around you. “N’I wish I got to know the real you, instead of makin’ fun of ya’. I wish I never made you feel like you had to leave town. I’m sorry.”

“Fuck, I didn’t want to cry,” You laugh while tears well up in your eyes, ducking your head into the crook of his neck. “All I ever wanted was your honesty, Gator. Thank you for tellin’ me that.” His hand lifts to hold the back of your head gently, keeping you close to him; that breaks the dam for you, so you resort to joking bluntly, “At least the animosity led to great sex.”

Gator chuckles, “That doesn’t have to stop, ya’ know.”

You pull back to look at him, keeping a straight face. “What? The years-long bitterness between us? Or the sex?”

His face falls as he glares at you, unamused.

“Hm… let me think about it, it’s a tough call,” Your playful sarcasm earns a lighthearted scoff from Gator. He ducks into your neck, and when you expect him to start kissing, he obnoxiously blows raspberries into your skin. You squeal at how it tickles, trying to push him back. “Gator!”

“What?” He’s smirking against your skin, you can feel it. “Just tryin’ to help ya’ decide faster.”

“Sheesh, fine,” You giggle, squirming in his grasp. He doesn’t let go. “I meant the sex, asshole. … I do like being a pain in your ass, though.”

“Yeah, you’re a fuckin’ pro at it,” Gator murmurs, blowing another raspberry into your neck. You’re wiggling out of his grasp, but he pulls you back in. “What happened to watching the movie?”

“Someone decided to distract me.”

Gator finally lets go, holding his hands up, “I didn’t do nothin’.”

You side eye him before rolling over, reaching for the remote on the coffee table to start the movie, leaving him to spoon you. You can’t see the smirk he’s got on, but you can absolutely sense it.

———

The movie’s an hour in, and you’re casually watching, while conversation pops up here and there between Gator and you. It’s lighthearted, or just reminiscing on the past, but one thing leads to another, and Gator can’t help asking the question that’s been on his mind all day.

“Hey, earlier when we were talkin’ about what you like,” He starts off so casually, as if it wasn’t while he was drilling you into the mattress. “You mentioned something about ‘the sleepy thing’… did that mean—“

“S- somnophilia?” You squeak out, and you feel him nod behind you. “Mhm, I just was, uh, having a hard time with words.”

Gator lets out a breathy laugh, tickling the edge of your ear. “Just checkin’,” he’s cuddling closer into you from behind, pretending to innocently brush up against your backside. He’s already getting hard. “Giving or receiving?”

You’re trying to focus on the movie, not on the fact that his throbbing member is against your ass, barely covered by his sweatshirt you’ve been wearing. “Both, if the other person is okay with it, obviously. Why?”

You knew why. You just like hearing him talk about what he’s into, and secretly, you’re enjoying this whole guessing process with your own kinks.

“I just like learnin’ about ya’, got a lot to catch up on.” Gator nonchalantly answers as one hand travels down your thigh slowly, then back up. He repeats the motion, causing goosebumps to rise along your skin.

“More like you just like learning about my kinks,” you deadpan, about to turn around to face him, but he stops you, holding you in place.

“Watch the movie, it’s almost over.” Gator’s order comes out as a whisper as he kisses your neck slowly. You shiver, trying to pay attention to the screen, but you’re more focused on how he’s touching and teasing you.

His hand caresses up your leg one more time, high up your thigh, passing under the hem of the sweatshirt. As he grips your hip, he groans, only feeling bare skin. “Darlin’, where’s your underwear?”

You’re holding back any noises he’s trying to pull out of you, answering in a strained voice, “Upstairs…”

Gator digs his fingers into your plush curves, nails scratching at your skin. “Why’s that?”

You try turning around again, but whine when he faces you forward. You huff out, “You know why.”

“Ohhhhh, okay, got it.” Gator’s fingers crawl towards your heat, cruelly tracing the skin around where your folds begin. You squirm, trying to get his touch closer to where you need him most, but he pulls back, gripping your hip again to keep it in place. “You have a hard time staying still, huh? Needy lil’ thing.”

“Gator, stop teasing.” You groan, pushing back into him despite his forceful hold on you.

“Teasing? Dunno what you’re talkin’ about, babe.” He swiftly pulls his pants down, freeing himself before sliding between your thighs. His length rubs along your cunt, causing you to mewl and reach back to him, trying to find something to hold. “Never met a girl who gets this wet so fast.”

“Yeah? Out of, what, the other two or three girls you’ve ever fucked?” Your hand lands on his leg, digging your nails in as he rubs against your clit, but he shoves your hand back to you.

“Hands to yourself.” He murmurs while rubbing the head of his cock against your clit slowly before finally pushing in. “This what ya’ wanted? What you hoped for when you came down here without pants on?”

You’re adjusting to his size; for the third time he’s inside you, it’s still a big stretch, one that makes your mouth fall open as your eyes roll back.

“Uh-huh,” you breathe as he fully stretches you out and fills you up. Your walls tightly hug around him, and he shudders once he’s in to the hilt. “Why? Is there a problem with that?”

“Nope, just didn’t expect a lil’ thing like you to be an insatiable slut.” He grunts, starting a slow pace of fucking you. He pushes your sweatshirt up, grabbing at your tits while he’s groaning into your ear. “Fuck, I love how soft y’are.”

That makes you roll your ass back into him, “Y’haven’t even heard everything I like… or what I’ve done, how ya’ gonna call me a slut without knowin’?”

“Not yet, but you’re gonna start talkin’ if you want me to keep fuckin’ ya.” He pulls his hips back, nearly pulling out completely. “Go ‘head, brat. Tell me.”

“Fine,” You intentionally clench around him as he pushes back in, pulling a loud moan out of him. Bluntly, you admit, “Pretty much everything you were lookin’ up.”

“Fuckin’ knew it. Fuckin’ told you we’re—“ A strangled gasp left him as you tighten around him again. “We’re more alike than you wanna admit.”

“Maybe, but I might be more intense than you can handle, tough guy.” You’re doing your best to stay focused, but the way he fills you up is starting to make you dizzy with pleasure. “Wax play’s one.”

Gator scoffs like it’s nothing to him, but his cock twitches inside you, telling you otherwise. “Okay, and?” He snaps his hips into yours, sharply hitting your g-spot.

“Fuckin’ hell, Gator…” You whine as he does it again. “Cryin’. Forget the name for it but I like it when it feels so good it hurts. Or it’s too much. Overstimulation, too.”

“Big deal.” He tries ignoring how he’s throbbing inside of you.

“Breeding kink.”

Gator chokes on air, making you laugh.

“Spit kink.”

“You- huh? That’s a thing?” Gator’s pace stutters along with his words.

“I like takin’ control too. Not often, but it’d be fun with you, that’s f’sure.”

“Fuck, fuckfuckfuck—“ Gator’s trying to keep it together, but just the thought of you dominating him is about to make him lose it. “What else, darlin’? There’s gotta be more with a slut like you.”

“Impact play… only the light stuff, though,” You’re grabbing Gator’s hand, bringing his fingers to your mouth. In between lightly sucking on them, you admit, “Oral fixations, too.” He’s unable to hold composure, whining into your neck and biting down; you push his hand away.

“L- light stuff? Like what?”

“Spankin’, but that’s common. Who doesn’t like that?” You’re enjoying the way he’s falling apart behind you. “I like bein’ slapped though. Only when it’s consensual. Oh, haven’t done it yet, but I wanna have a threesome before I die, so there’s that.”

“Wh- wait, what have you done?”

“I’ll let you figure that out, daddy.”

Gator can’t control the orgasm that sneaks up on him, hard and fast. He spills into you, filling you up as his moans echo around the room. He’s got a death grip on you as he sloppily finishes, twitching and tremors rolling through his entire body.

“Aw, Gator, it’s okay baby,” You taunt in a sweet voice dripping with venom. “It’s hard hearin’ all that while you’re buried in this tight cunt, huh? Poor thing.”

He’s panting and groaning, aftershocks still controlling his body. “Shut- shut up.”

“You can stay in me, it’s alright.”

Gator goes to pull out, but you push back into him.

“Hey Gator?” You drop the sweet act, mocking him from earlier. “Stay.”

His cock twitches even as it’s going soft. “I’m not a fuckin’ dog.”

You shrug. “You’re gonna stay here until I get off, got it?”

“Fuck— baby, please, it hurts.” Gator pleads, overstimulated. You shake your head.

“Thought you wanted to hear more, but you can leave if ya’ want.” Gator doesn’t move. “Thought so. Hm… what else is there? Pretty much everythin’ you like, I do, too, but it goes both ways. Would love cuffin’ you to the bed, leave ya’ there with a vibrator tied to ya’. Listen to you pathetically plead and moan for a break from another room.”

“Jesus fuckin’ christ, darlin’.”

“Would you be a good boy for me?” You ask, grinding down on his cock, already becoming hard again. Still, he’s over sensitive, crying out at the intensity of pleasure flooding back. “I can take care of you too, Gator.”

His hips involuntarily buck into you, and he cries out again.

“Knife play is appealing, but I haven’t found anyone I trust enough yet for that.” You admit, hand reaching down to touch yourself. Gator beats you to it, playing with your swollen clit. You constrict around him and arch your back, crying out. “You ever do it?”

Gator shakes his head while he’s against your shoulder. “N- no, been too nervous or never— oh, god—“ His cock kicks in you, fully hard and throbbing again.

“C’mon, Gator, you can give me one more, can’t you?” Your sickeningly sweet tone is back, both mocking and encouraging him to cum again. “I’ll let you do somethin’ different this time.”

His head perks up, glancing over your shoulder at you. “What’s th- that?”

“Cum on my face, daddy?” You ask softly, and that ignites something in him. His hips piston into you roughly. “Tell me when you’re close.”

Only seconds pass before he’s stumbling over his words, “I— m’gonna- I have— baby please—“

In a fluid string of motions, you pull off of Gator, sliding to the floor on your knees, mouth wide open with your tongue stuck out, waiting for his release. The sight alone is enough to finish Gator off; shakily, he pushes up to aim his arousal at you, spilling all over your face and into your mouth. Some ends up in your hair, on his sweatshirt, and the floor, but he doesn’t care. He can’t give a flying fuck when the hottest girl he’s ever known is on her knees for him, happily waiting to be covered by his release.

Gator falls back onto the couch when he’s finished, completely drained- figuratively and literally. He watches you swallow with a smile, still an absolute mess everywhere else.

“Fuck… I wanna kiss ya’ so bad,” Gator breathes. You figure he’s hesitant because his arousal is all over your face, but you shrug.

“I won’t tell anyone if ya’ do.” It’s not a big deal to you, and you always found it silly how most men found it gross or “not manly”, but you know Gator was raised on toxic masculinity, believing even something like this should be embarrassing. “Promise.”

Gator waits a beat before murmuring, “Fuck it, c’mere.” Before you can move, he pulls on the collar of your sweatshirt, leading you off the floor and onto his lap. His lips are on yours in an instant, hesitant at first, then he gets into it, tongue running along your bottom lip, tasting himself as he keeps kissing you, groaning into your mouth.

You pull back, breathless, and notice he’s got a tiny bit of his own mess on his face now. You point to his nose, “Y’got somethin’ there.” He rolls his eyes.

“That was gross,” Gator mumbles, but he doesn’t look disgusted. “… Why’d I like it?”

“Because it’s hot. Sometimes that’s all the explanation you need.” You’re dying to collapse into his arms, but you desperately need to wash your body and clothes. “I need a shower, you joinin’ me?”

———

“I just realized, you never got to finish, did ya’?”

You’re in a content haze when his words pull you back to reality. “Oh. Guess I didn’t. S’okay, I don’t mind, I got to make you feel good.” You smile with heavy, hooded eyes, exhaustion catching up to you.

The two of you are in the old porcelain tub, Gator holding you as you lay back on him. You’re both clean by this point, just enjoying the warmth of the water and one another. It’s comforting enough to make you drowsy. You begin drifting off to sleep, and Gator notices, gently shaking you awake.

“Darlin’, we should get out first before you fall asleep.”

You shake your head, eyes still heavy. “Too much effort.”

Gator laughs softly, “Hey, I still have that big air mattress, maybe we can blow it up and put it downstairs? Keep watchin’ movies? Or whatever you want.”

Your eyes open a little at that, and you nod. “Yeah, that’d be really nice, Gator.”

“M’sorry I didn’t have anything to make cookies or any holiday stuff like that.”

“S’okay, we still made it a good day.” You murmur, trying to fight sleep. “Thank you for today, Gator.”

Gator’s watching you drift back to sleep, feeling guilty he has to wake you back up, but for a second, he admires how at ease you seem while so close and vulnerable with him.

“We did,” He agrees, shaking you awake again before pushing you up off of him. “But it’ll turn bad if ya’ drown in the tub. Let’s go set the mattress up so you can get your sleepy ass to bed.”

#gator tillman x fem!reader #gator tillman x y/n #gator tillman x reader #gator tillman smut #my fics #sorry I’ve been flooding the tags!! im done for a bit after this one i promise!!#just felt bad i didnt get this posted in time for christmas lol but close enough whatever #part time soulmate full time problem

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sashaisready · 5 months

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Chapter Ten - Do you want to take this elsewhere, Doll?

Bucky Barnes Mob AU x Femme Reader

You're hard at work in Pepper's Bakery when notorious mob boss James 'Bucky' Barnes darkens your doorway one typical afternoon, and life is never the same again.

Warning: Beginning of smut 😎

18+ - see Masterlist for full list of warnings

Chapter 11

Series Masterlist

He sets off out of the alley and you pause for a second before following him back to the club entrance, not really sure where this is going. He gestures to the bouncers who let you both in and he strolls back through to the bar area.

"Bucky, how is this quiet-" you protest but he just grabs your hand and leads you around the bar.

You flinch at the contact, making a mental note to remember later how your hand felt in his.

He leads you to a door and ushers you towards a flight of stairs. You drop in line behind him, your curiosity taking over. There's another door at the top which he unlocks with a fob and props open for you.

You step inside, it's a chic office with a huge mustard couch, as well as a small bar in the corner alongside the large writing desk. The walls are a brilliant white. Everything is modern and expensive looking, lots of high end wood and fancy furnishings. It looks like a picture from an interior design magazine.

He closes the door and looks at you expectantly, wriggling his fingers in a 'Ta da!' gesture. It's a lovely room, but you're not really sure what your meant to be looking at.

"I mean it's nice but..." you begin.

"And what can you hear?" he asks.

You pause. "Nothing...? Oh wait...wow, nothing!" You realise there is not a single sound coming from the thriving nightclub below.

He nods. "Yep...completely sound proofed up here. Perfect if you want some peace".

You listen out for any suggestion of a sound from below but he's right, the only noises are your footsteps as you walk through the room.

"It's so quiet" you gasp. "You could murder someone up here and-"

You freeze for a second, realising your mistake and who you're talking to. You turn to him, the colour draining from your face.

He just shrugs and awkwardly grimaces.

"Well...If you don't want anyone to hear anything" he sighs with a loaded inflection.

Your mouth hangs open in shock and your eyes dart around the space, looking at it with horror now you have new context – panicking as you wonder what might have happened where you're standing. A chill runs down your spine.

Bucky begins to snort with laughter. You flip around to look at him with your brows furrowed.

"Fuck, I'm kidding!" he laughs warmly. "It's only soundproofed so I can get some work done when the club's open...You've seen too many movies".

"Jesus, Bucky!" you squeal, slugging him on the shoulder. "You're such a dick".

You laugh reluctantly, relieved that he's only playing with you.

You flop onto the enormous couch, savouring the comfort.

"Thank-you for this, I just need a minute".

"Take as long as you like, Doll" he says kindly, taking a seat next to you.

You shoot up suddenly and look at him, remembering what he was doing before you ran out.

"Oh, wait – don't you need to get back to your girlfriend?"

Bucky frowns. "Who?"

"You know, that pretty girl you were with downstairs".

He scoffs. "She's not my girlfriend. She just attached herself to me in the VIP area like a limpet. I don't even know her name, why do you think I didn't introduce her to you?"

You snort laughing. "Fuck, you're such a pig" you giggle.

He grins smugly. "So I've been told".

You roll your eyes, playfully swatting at him. He smiles back, moving closer to you so that your legs are touching. You manage to stifle a gasp.

"So you thought she was pretty, huh?" he asks teasingly.

You nod. "Jesus Christ, yeah. Stunning. But all your girls are, aren't they?" you smirk back at him.

His eyes are suddenly alight with mischief.

"And how would you know that?" he purrs.

"You're not the only one who can read up on people..."

He cocks his head as he watches you intently.

"So...what, you didn't want to be one of them?" His voice is lower now, less playful, more serious now your previous conversation has come up.

You rub your lips together, unsure of how much to admit to him. Everything just got a bit heavier. You pause for a moment, considering what to say. You're quickly sinking under the weight of his gaze.

"Well...I didn't think I could be one of them" you finally admit. Your voice is small, shy.

"What?" he asks, his face is suddenly stern.

"C'mon Bucky. Let's be real. I don't look like any of those girls" you shrug. "I was never going to fit in at Gambino's with thousand dollar wine bottles and cuts of steak costing more than my rent. I'm more...a beer and burgers kinda girl, you know? I didn't want to embarrass you..." you shrug.

He jumps up from the couch. "What??" he practically barks, his face twisted in anger.

"What?" you ask incredulously, surprised by his reaction.

"THAT'S why you turned me down??" he practically snarls.

You raise your eyebrows at him. "Well...yeah".

He runs a hand through his hair, chuckling in disbelief. "You're kidding me right??"

You chew your bottom lip. "....no?" You said hesitatingly, not sure what answer he's looking for.

Bucky stamps his foot and claps his hands victoriously.

"Fuck! I knew I wasn't going insane at the bakery" he whips out his phone. "I need to tell Steve this and rub it in his face" he says childishly as begins to furiously type on his screen.

This goes on for a few moments, his focus on you now entirely lost.

You glare at him with confusion, unsure of what you're meant to be doing. You're a bit annoyed that this is his reaction after you were open with him, putting yourself out there and admitting your insecurities. Now, what, he's texting his friends?? You slowly rise to your feet and awkwardly head for the door, thinking you should probably leave him to it.

"Nope" he says authoritatively. Without looking up from his phone he points aggressively to the couch.

"Sit your ass back down, I'm not done with you yet".

You obey him and plop yourself back onto the couch again immediately, responding to the assertiveness in his tone almost instinctively, seeing a tiny glimpse of his boss persona.

He finally finishes on his phone and slides it into his jacket inside pocket. His eyes lock onto you once more.

"Okay, so where we were? Oh, right. What the fuck is the matter with you?" He asks inquisitively.

"Excuse me?" You respond coolly, scowling at him.

"Am I getting this right - you turned me down for a date because you were uncomfortable with the restaurant choice and got yourself worked up looking at photos of me and other women?" He scolds, folding his arms across his chest.

"...uh. Yes".

"Right. So you did want to go out with me? And you were flirting with me in the bakery, right?"

You blush, feeling embarrassed at this interrogation and exposure of your feelings.

"...yes" you reply meekly.

He nods. "Okay. So I'll ask you again, what the fuck is the matter with you?"

You glare at him and clench your jaw. "I'm not going to sit here being spoken to like this"

You get up to leave and furiously head towards the door but he blocks your path.

"Dolldolldoll - I'm sorry" he stammers, grinning at you fiendishly.

"Don't be like that. I don't mean to give you a hard time. I just didn't see this coming. Here's me thinking you just didn't want to go out with me, that I'd misread all of the signals. That's why I haven't been back to the bakery – I assumed you thought I was a creepy jerkoff".

You avert your gaze. "No...but maybe I do now."

Your tone is stroppy, sullen. You're embarrassed that he finds this all so amusing.

He cups your chin in his hand and your breath hitches. He gently tilts your face up with his gloved fingers, leaning in close. You look up at him anxiously, very aware of the sound of your heartbeat in your ears.

"Doll..." he says, much softer now. "All you had to do was tell me. We didn't have to go to Gambino's. I just wanted to take you somewhere nice. But I'd never want you to feel uncomfortable. We could've gone anywhere. Hell, I would've taken you to Burger King if that's what you wanted".

You beam at him. "Really?"

"Really." He grins back.

"But all those women, Bucky. I don't look like them. I just don't know if I'm enough for you-"

But you don't finish your sentence because he cuts you off with a sudden kiss. He pulls your face to his, nibbling on your lower lip for a moment before his tongue is in your mouth. You press back into him, your hands entwined in his hair as your tongue welcomes him greedily. You're practically panting as his arms lock you in his embrace. Your entire body seems to fizz as you drop the bottle of water you've been clutching. It's electric, better than you could have ever imagined.

He pulls away and locks your face between his hands, holding you so close that he's practically eye to eye with you.

"You really think I'd do that if I didn't find you attractive enough, Doll?" He tells you between heavy breaths.

"If I didn't think you were gorgeous? If I hadn't been losing my mind thinking about what's under your overalls every time I'm in the bak-"

It's your turn to cut him off now. You push him down onto the sofa, straddling him as you return to your place on his mouth, kissing him desperately, hungrily - as if it could be snatched away from you at any moment.

He kisses back just as urgently, his hands running up your back and over your hips. You can feel the metal arm now. His gloves are still on but you can feel the weight of it, feel the difference between it and his other hand as his fingers slide up the back of your dress.

You weren't even aware that you'd begun to rock back and forth, your crotch rubbing against his suit trousers as you desperately seek friction.

He moans softly into your mouth, it cuts through your lust haze and goes straight to your core. Your only thought is that you want to hear him make more of those noises. And you want to be the one causing them. Teasing them out piece by piece as if uncovering buried treasure.

He manages to peel you off him for a moment, gasping for breath as he looks at you.

"Do you want to take this elsewhere, Doll?" He pants. "I mean I'm happy to keep going here but I'm aware one of my men might come knocking at any moment - and I don't think I'm going to be able to stop if we go any further..."

You ponder his question as he begins to smatter butterfly kisses up your neck and down to your chest. You mewl at the feeling. On the one hand you want to go home with him - do this properly with the care it deserves and not risk interruption by one of Bucky's goons should something need his attention in the club...

...But you know you're already dripping. You're practically aching for him, desperate to feel him. You whine in frustration at having to stop, your libido clouding your judgement.

Bucky grins, his ego imploding at your clear desire for him. You've barely touched one another and you're already foggy with lust.

"Can we go to your place?" You ask quietly.

He nods and smiles at you, tapping your back with his fingers to signal for you to get off his lap. You do, getting to your feet and giving yourself a shake to break out of your cloud of arousal. Bucky grunts and adjusts his obvious erection as he stands up.

You go to pick up the water bottle you dropped but he just waves it away and grabs your hand - leading you back down the stairs.

#mob bucky barnes #mob bucky x reader #bucky barnes #mob bucky au #mob bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #james bucky barnes #sweet and sour fic

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nihyunluvskookie · 7 months

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His betrayal

Seungcheol one shot

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol × Fem reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Gun, breaking of glass, mention of betrayal, please let me know if I missed any warnings

Word count: 1.2K

Author’s Note: This was in draft and I don’t remember since when, but this was also impulsive. Hope you like this, mafia Seungcheol.

LIKE IMAGINE HIM SO HOT IN MAFIA AAHHHH

happy reading :)

Taglist (networks) : @kflixnet @caratwritersclub

I just had one aim right now and that was to kill him right now, with the gun he gave me which had my initials engraved. I wanted answers, I couldn’t care less about anything right now. I ignored everything and went to his office.

I slammed the door open, and he didn’t even look surprised, as if he was waiting for me to come; he still had that heartless cold face. “What are you doing here?” I ignored his question and held the gun tight. I pointed the gun at him, “WHY WOULD YOU LIE TO ME?”

“I told you to leave and never come back ever again.” I couldn’t take his words anymore, the way he hurt me a few hours ago, I was ready to leave in grief but then the moment everything became clear, his intentions, his dirty tricks, and the way he used me just to gain power and take down my family. I couldn’t care less how much I was broken right now but I needed answers and I wanted to end everything. I’m not going to take his orders anymore, the girl who was ready to take orders from him and leave was long gone.

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME CHOI SEUNGCHEOL?” I never raised my voice at him.

“Put that gun down.” His orders weren’t going to work for me anymore.

“Tell me or else I’ll shoot you right now.” I wanted my tears to stop, but they weren’t. I wasn’t in my fucking right mind. How am I supposed to stay sane when he was my first for everything and he betrayed me just like that? How many times I told myself that I shouldn’t have trusted his words but I was the fool, who fell in love with him and trusted him with my everything.

“I’m telling you again, put that gun down.” His dominating voice was scaring me, making my body go through chills but I couldn’t back off. He could make me feel intimidated but not right now, I can’t let him make me feel that.

“Answer me or else I’ll shoot you!” I needed answers from him, why would he do this?

“Was none of these true?” tears threatening to fall again; I aimed at his window and pulled the trigger with all the force. The moment I heard the glasses break, I felt at peace.

“JESUS CHRIST, AZALEA PUT THAT GUN DOWN.”

“Not until you tell me everything, I will kill you and everyone today” I didn’t lie when I said that. I had my mind set, on shooting him first and not caring about any consequences, because I very well knew what his best friend would do to me if I hurt Seungcheol. Was everything a game to him? Was I a game to him?

As soon as I said, I heard footsteps approaching, “Are you okay?” I didn’t have to turn around to feel guns pointing at me and Jeonghan standing there as the head. One order from him and I’m done. “Don’t you dare to shoot. Leave, I’ve got her.”

The footsteps started disappearing and my grip got tighter around the gun; he was trying to take a step toward me, “Don’t take a step, or else I will shoot you Seungcheol. I’m not even scared of anything anymore. Not after you made a damn game out of me.”

“Azalea, calm down. Slowly, calm down.” No matter how much his voice tried to calm me down, but I wouldn’t; the rage flowing inside drove me insane. Everything turned upside down in a second.

The moment I found out his plotting, making me fall in love with him, manipulating me into telling him everything about my family and what is my dad up to, and he was going to destroy my whole family, take over the whole familia, and make our family go bankrupt, I’m not letting him hurt me and my family. I can’t see my mom and my sister crying because of this one asshole I fell in love with.

“It’s simple, tell me or else I kill you and kill myself right after that” I took a deep breath, “because you made a fool out of me” I closed my eyes to stop the tears remembering how I witnessed his conversation with my dad and then I felt a sudden force on my hands and the gun fell but before I could hold it, he caught the gun and twisted my hand. “I always told you never to be distracted when you set your mind on killing someone.” That’s when I knew I messed up. He pushed me towards a wall, still holding one of my hands, my back touching the cold wall of his office. He lifted my face using the gun, I was holding before; I wanted the tears to stop but the moment I felt him so close to me, it reminded me of the moments we spent together till today and everything turned out to be a lie, so that he could use me against my own family later.

He forced me to look at him, “Look at me”

“why would you do that!” I screamed in his face, I was hurt, I wasn’t okay, he had to know how much I hated myself for believing him and his lies, he had to know how much I regretted loving him and I wanted to hate him right now but the love I had for him could never compare. I didn’t want to break down infront of him but nothing was helping me out, not even the fully loaded gun forcing me to look at him. “I did this to save you princess” his voice was low; it was enough for me to listen.

“Shut up Choi Seungcheol. Shut the fuck up” my voice was the only thing I could hear right now, “WHY WOULD YOU MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE”

“Sweetheart, I told you not to fall in love with the demon” and he loosened the grip of his hand on my wrist, I wanted to hit him push him but I felt like I had no energy left after I was battling with myself

“Why would you do this Seungcheol….” I started hitting him with all the force I had “Why would you do this to me Cheol?!” he lowered his gun, and it fell on the floor. I broke down in his arms, gripping his shirt, where I was hitting him earlier. His arms wrapped around me, “It started as a lie but I thought I could let you go so that we could pretend none of this happened but this feels impossible. This was the only way to push you away, this world is not for you. There was a reason you were kept away from all of this princess.” My sobs were getting louder, I needed to cry and let it out.

“I started loving you so bad that it hurts so much why would you do this to me Seungcheol why” he was caressing my hair, “I love you Azalea”

“Why would you do this, why?! You know I can’t live without you and I won’t let you live today” I grabbed the gun before he had the chance. I pointed it towards his heart, “Shoot me. If you think I’m still lying.” I wasn’t going to believe him anymore.

“Stop it Seungcheol, I’m not believing you anymore, you lied to me, and you broke me to the extent that I can never trust anyone anymore.”

“Remember I love you and will love you but what you did to me was unforgivable.” And I pulled the trigger.

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lavender-romancer · 1 year

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Crosses on my body

Part Two Tommy Shelby x Reader

You were a nun in Dublin but when you decided to take action against those in powerful positions in the church you had to escape. When you turn up in Birmingham and begin a relationship with Tommy Shelby will he be able to protect you from your past?

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"Jesus, our Lord. If you're there…why do you hide from me?" You knelt beside your bed with your hands clasped together. "Grant that I never lose sight of the ugliness of sin, the glory of Christ, the beauty of holiness, or the wonder of grace. Help me to seek you every morning with heart, soul, mind, and strength. In Jesus' name. Amen."

As you climbed into bed you thought over your evenings with Tommy. You had been to the church every evening together for 7 days now. Each time you either taught him how to pray or you would kiss him to see if you would be smited. The more Tommy told you about himself the more you became convinced he was consumed by evil. But evil you could save him from. Tommy said that you had been sent to save him, but you had to find salvation for yourself first.

You were walking down to the crypt of a church, you assumed this was a dream but they often felt so real it was hard to know. The air was crisp against your skin, making your hair stick up. When you reached the bottom of the stairs you saw some of your sisters.

"Sister Marianne! It's so good to see you," you exclaimed and she turned around with a horrified look.

"What did you do!" She screamed.

"I didn't do anything!" You took a step back and she moved towards you, eyes turning black as she threw you against the wall. Her face twisting into a horrifying amalgamation of darkness and blood.

"What have you done!" Her voice boomed.

You were suddenly surrounded by a circle of your sisters from Dublin, they were chanting something with their heads bowed moving around you. As you stepped back trying to get away from them you tripped over and saw Father Thomas' bleeding body, his neck slashed. Lying in a pool of his own blood you started screaming and crawled backwards but the faceless nuns pushed you towards him.

"You thought you could escape didn't you!" He screamed before getting on top of you and choking you. "You have sinned! Repent or you shall suffer in the bowels of hell!"

You could feel the life draining out of you, your eyes fluttering shut, his eyes were crying blood and he had this smile. This bone chilling coolness about this smile that made you terrified to keep your eyes open. No matter how much you struggled you were held down, he was too overpowering- you couldn't fight it.

Waking up with a scream you began sobbing uncontrollably, holding and rocking yourself back and forth.

"Lord God, I pray for your protection as I begin this day. You are my hiding place, and under Your wings I can always find refuge. Protect me from trouble wherever I go, and keep evil far from me. Amen." You recited the prayer that you had had to use so many times back in Dublin. So many times having asked the Lord for protection and so many times your prayers had not been fulfilled. How were you to trust in the Lord when he couldn't even protect you in your dreams? But it was all you had. Catholicism had been in your world since you could remember so even if it was all placebo or you were seeing things that weren't there, you needed faith. You had no one else who would care for you the same way, not anymore anyways. Anyone back in Dublin willing to help you was long gone by this time.

"Do you feel it coming back yet?" Tommy asked as you knelt in front of Mother Mary praying your rosary. "The faith I mean. Or is your crisis over,?

"I had a nightmare. Last night…about my old life. It looks like God won't even protect me from that regardless of all my confession work. I don't know what to think anymore, but I can't let go." You looked up at Thomas siting on the pew and sighed, still clutching your rosary you stood up and sat next to him.

"What was the nightmare about?"

"Things you won't understand, but mostly demon, devil based horror. I feel like something is following me around at all times. Some kind of being with a nefarious purpose." You started biting the skin around your thumbnail.

"I'm sure I would understand." Tommy said quietly.

"There's things I can't quite trust you with yet. In time I'm sure I will. But revealing my deepest secrets to you would not be wise." You made the sign of the cross with your crucifix and ended your prayer with a few minutes of meditation.

"You can trust me," Tommy said later when he was walking you back to your lodgings.

"How do I know that?" You asked with your arms crossed.

"Because I can also reveal a secret to you, I've probably got the longest list in Birmingham. Mutually assured destruction is the best start to companionship." Tommy blew out a cloud of smoke that you watched rise up into the air, dissolved into the night sky. "My mother used to tell me smoke made the stars, possibly to explain why my father smoked the amount he did."

"Is that your secret?" You asked.

"Nah, just a story. My secrets are more sinister than that, I know you're hiding something but I can't imagine it's sinister in nature." Tommy seemed to underestimate you entirely which made it all the more entertaining that you held the cards in the conversation.

"I think you think too little of me and my past." You smiled at him.

"Perhaps. But I've known women like you, shrouded in secrecy that I can't quite seem to figure out until it's too late for me." He stopped and leant against a brick wall, looking you up and down with a gaze that penetrated into your mind.

"Is that what your wife was like?" You weren't sure if the question was too personal for him to answer.

"She was deception based from the start, but one way or another we fell for each other." Tommy looked glassy eyed, you couldn't picture this being the type of man who would cry but honesty would catch anyone off guard.

"I'm sure I'll reveal my secrets to you, someday. But not now." You carried on walking past Tommy and he ran his tongue across his bottom lip before walking after you.

"But truth will set you free, as you've probably said before to some lost soul" Tommy joked and you smiled.

"That's true. But some secrets can put you in harm's way and…I don't trust anyone truly. Life's safer that way." Your expression was subtly sad but Tommy noticed.

"I only trust my family and even then there's some exceptions. Having no allies isn't the way to go." Tommy stopped and he stood closer to you.

"Are you proposing an allyship?" You whispered looking up into his eyes.

"Perhaps. You light my cigarette, I'll light yours and so on." Tommy held out a cigarette and placed it between your lips, a confusing look on his face before he used his hand to shield the air and lit it.

"That's sounding horrendously suggestive, Mr Shelby." You breathed smoke up into the air, still uncertain on what the lack of distance between the two of you meant.

"Does the suggestiveness scare you?' Tommy asked in a low raspy voice.

"You don't know anything about my inclination for suggestiveness." You smiled and turned on your heel. "I'll see you tomorrow, Thomas."

Tommy watched as you faded into the darkness, just as secretively as you had arrived.

The following morning you woke to an insistent knocking at your front door, it woke you up with a start (memories flooding back of the early mornings at the convent). You approached the door cautiously, holding a knife out in front of you.

"Who's there?" you called out.

"It's your landlady," the slightly familiar voice called. "I'm sorry miss, there's a woman here insistent on seeing you." It felt like the blood had drained from your face at the possibility of it being someone from Dublin.

"W-what does she want? What does it entail?" your voice was panicked and stuttering.

"Have I done wrong, miss? She said you would know her, a Theresa O'Sullivan." The landlady's words echoed in your mind and your eyes began to water, you put down the knife and unlocked the door.

"I'm sorry," You told her. "I was anxious about who the visitor was but you can send her up." You smiled at her and she nodded.

The following knock at your door was timid, so as to not disturb but alert you of their presence. You almost jumped up as your eyes began to water before flinging open the door and enveloping her in a hug.

"Theresa!" you laughed as she held you close.

"It's been so long my dear friend," She said close to your ear.

"How have you been? How's life out of the community, whereabouts are you these days?" You asked as you sat down with her and a pot of tea.

"I'm in the south at the moment, I'm married now and we run a church community now," she paused. "I heard noises. The community is small but we have connections in Ireland so... there are little bubbles of noise every now and then." she paused in a seemingly uncomfortable way.

"I mean, I can assume what they said but what did you hear?" You asked timidly.

"That there was a murder," she paused and looked down at her hands which began to shake. "And... and that there were things that were stolen I'm not sure what. But then I heard whispers about you and I knew I had to find you."

"And you think it's me?" you asked.

"I know you had ideas, I haven't told anyone if you're worried about that I just needed to know you were safe." She reached out and touched your hands. "Y/n, are you safe."

"As safe as you can be after you've done what I have. Tell me about everything, please. Take my mind off it." you squeezed her hands with a smile.

"I have a husband, I met him about three years after leaving Ireland and we've been blessed with three children so far. It's a quiet village with a town hall and a church, not much else, I can see you've taken well to a busy city though." She smiled and you nodded.

"I needed a change, anyway I could so I found a job first and this was the easiest one with the least questions involved. I'm so glad you're safe, I never heard from you and I was so worried." You reached forward and touched her face "But you're here and you're alive."

"We both made it out, remember that. We're both safer now. Don't look back, don't look away just move forward and escape as far as you can." Her eyes began to water. "Because if they come for you, you're dead and no one can protect you or save you from them."

"What do you mean?" your heartbeat began picking up.

"They came for me when I was in Liverpool, I had no one and nothing. No one helped me because I didn't know who to trust but then I revealed too much at confession and they came for me." she paused, her breath faltering and hitching.

"Theresa, what happened?" You said sternly gripping her hand.

"They did this," She pulled up her dress and showed a deep scar on her right leg then pulled up her shirt and showed a long scar from the top of her ribcage diagonally down towards her navel. It was dark and twisted near the bottom.

"Who?" Your hands began to shake as Theresa pulled down her shirt.

"Father Thomas' messengers, they assumed I'd escaped revealing their secrets but I just wanted to escape so they tortured me before I escaped once more," She smiled. "I'm glad you killed the bastard when you had the chance."

"What they did to you... should I be running further?" you asked, feeling your throat tighten.

"There's nowhere you can run that's far enough to outrun them. We are some of the only survivors of their horrific system and I hope you tear it all down." She reached over and hugged you tighter than before.

"We are united, you and I. In sickness and in health like a fucking marriage alright. I will make sure everyone knows what we witnessed and they won't escape it. None of them." You held her by the shoulders and smiled through your tears.

"Say a prayer with me, for strength." Theresa smiled at you and you both began in silent prayer to save each other from your past and your enemies.

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candyunicornsateme · 11 months

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Random k2 hcs I think about

Kyle is more of a morning person than Kenny is by a longshot and Morning Kenny is probably the most cranky Kyle sees him on any regular basis (and it's kinda cute too)

Shelia thinks Kenny needs some meat on him so she feeds him well and he doesn't complain and cleans his plate, which she loves

Kyle also loves seeing Kenny eat well, he's just way more subtle about it and is proud when Kenny's pants fit even better ("Do I have a booty now Kyle?" "...Yes")

Kyle is often a little awkward around Karen but Kenny's pretty chill around Ike. Sometimes Kenny's mischievous aura feeds into Ike's little brother mischievousness though and that's a fun time for Kyle (not really)

Kenny's the "sweats easily" and Kyle's the "why are your hands always so FUCKING cold Kyle jesus christ" (this is one of my personal favorites)

Kenny would like to be the big spoon more often but sometimes Kyle's so all over Kenny has to turn away to lessen the chances of a getting nocturnal smacks to the face

Kyle probably wouldn't admit it easily but Kenny's cuddling is so good, suffice to say, sometimes it's what he really needs when he exhausts himself of acting like he's got it all together

When they start living together Kyle quickly learns Kenny is very willing to smash or break anything if it's anywhere remotely appropriate to do so

Addendum: Kenny may be prone to injuries, this is not a surprise nor a unique interpretation and Kyle keeps bandages on hand and we love that

Many a time Kyle is either nearly rolling his eyes or simply giving an incredibly befuddled "what?" when Kenny's making some out of the blue innuendo or other nonsense, but when Kenny gets him... the little Kyle giggle would be worth a death for Kenny

Yeah 💚

#rimble ramble #my headcanons #k2 #sp k2 #south park #kenny mccormick #kyle broflovski #I want to write and talk #writing takes a long time and it'll be 84 yrs before i complete a fic #so here I AM K2 MAN #PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE #im vague about the breaking one in particular bc i wanna draw it #but couple these I'd like to do lil drawings for

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sleepy-symphony · 1 month

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alright, I've been convinced to ramble, so time for some TMA ramblings that are probably going to end up looking dumb because I only just finished season 2!!!

The subject of this post shall be... MARTIN!!! Because I am very obsessed with him.

Oh, Martin is such a guy. He just wants everyone to be chill and happy, and I do relate to him on that part. I have no idea why everyone in the series is always bullying the fuck out of him. Like, it's funny, but jesus christ, everyone really likes to go off on him. Tim getting mad at him in ep 79 was so weird??? There's nothing wrong with wanting everything to be happy, so I have no idea what Tim's problem was. Good on Martin for talking back though.

He's very unlucky in the regard that he's simping for Jon. Poor Martin; of course, the guy he's crushing on has to have the emotional intelligence of a rock. And has to be as paranoid as fuck too. Honestly, Martin is once again just like me frfr when it comes to simping over the worst people lmao.

Martin is so OBVIOUS about it too. Istg, it's not even me trying to dig for stuff just to have a gay ship. It's right there in front of us.

He's presented at first as this meek, innocent employee, but there are so many moments where it's shown how he's not like that at all. He really has been a strong character so far, and I do hope that when I finish the series and start interacting with the fandom more, I don't see him being "uwu soft babyfied" because he seems so Not Like that.

I hope his personality doesn't change too much throughout the series because I love the way he is. He's also been pretty relatable for me, so we'll see how that goes lmao

#the magnus archives #tma #tma podcast #tma spoilers #martin blackwood

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gz-missfit · 8 months

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So....Tazercraft again huh? /aff

I could go on for a bit about how Pac e Mike behaved during that kidnapping, how much their reactions spoke volumes about their trauma and how fucking good these 2 are at breaking people's hearts while teasing at this situation multiple times during the stream (also having heard some of their voice acting of a lot older videos just how fucking good Pac has gotten at acting like Jesus christ my heart). But I feel like a good amount of posts in the tags have summed up everything I would've wanted to say amazingly and I definitely recommend scrolling through them.

I wanna talk about something else tho. Richas. Moreso his relationship with Pac.

Richas has said before that Pac e Mike are his chill dads, the ones that have always let him get away with shit or encouraged his shenanigans but he still has always carried different relationships with each of them individually. He's a bit more distant from Mike due to the time where Mike isolated himself away from Richas in the fear of Richas loosing his last life because of him. Richas knows Mike is dangerous, he knows Mike's a bit unhinged and I'd like to think that unhinged almost destructive chaos is what Richas got from Mike. (Taking for example yesterday when he warned Bad that Mike is the one that can kill him) Richas knows Mike is smart and even tho he doesn't have the knowledge to talk with Mike about it he still relishes in the chaos his Dad Mike's ideas bring.

Now Richas relationship with Pac is what peaked my attention yesterday though and it showed me just how much of his emotional personality he got from Pac.

Starting with the obvious it's that Richas isn't often seen sad, he's not seen as a sad egg but rather a mischievous ball of positive social energy and that's how Pac is seen by anyone aside from Mike and nowadays Fit. Everyone sees Pac as this emotional ball of sunshine who's always happy if a little anxious, but both he and Richas hold their actual emotions close. They're rocks for others before they are people who let their own emotions out. Pac having always been the emotional rock for Mike while Richas has always been one for all his parents. It's fascinating to see how genuinely similar they are with this.

Which is why yesterday when Pac told Richas what had happened I feel like was the first time we saw Richas react to the news that one of his dad's got kidnapped again. Obviously he's bound to Crack at some point, he's a kid after all. But to have Richas be this clear about his emotional body language and distress is rare in terms of kidnapping. Seeing him physically recoil, frantically and in disbelief shake his head stung so much cause it's the first time we've seen Richas react this strongly to something like this infront of one of his parents. And I feel like it's because he has that more emotional relationship with Pac.

He let's himself be this openly emotionally vulnerable with Pac because he knows how Pac is. It's like how you have that one person you're not bothered to cry infront of because you know how they are when emotional and they know how you are. They're both people who are painfully aware of how many emotional burden they carry of other's just by being themselves and I feel like a big part of Richas view of Pac comes from that too! (Him saying to Bad that Pac is the most precious Brazilian and that Bad should be careful what he does to him) Richas knows how important Pacs emotional stability is to the people around him and how I feel like he himself takes after Pac a lot in just constantly pushing through things. Because that's what's Pac always done and Richas had to learn this from someone after all.

That's why the way that stream ended hurt me so much more, Richas coping mechanism after deep emotional trauma is just wanting to sleep. Pac actively said he wanted to do nothing but sleep now and Richas KNEW what that implied, he himself knows best what that out of Pacs mouth means because I'd like to think that that's what he learnt in the early days of the favela 5. That's how he learnt to deal with emotions because Pac had always been the one to be so open with his own to Richas. It's why Richas didn't stop him. It's why Richas just helped him get to his room and sat at his side while he played a melody in hopes that he'd ease some of the emotional pain his dad currently carried. Richas still ended up being the emotional rock in this, but his behavior with Pac was so much more emotionally charged yesterday. He was so much more vulnerable himself because he is so much more similar to Pac and actually seeing it this obvious was almost painful.

Richas and Pac are used to dealing with their emotions on their own so for Richas seeing Pac break this openly infront of him was distressing because he knows how much it takes for someone, who buries distress deep down so he can carry the weight of others peoples feelings, to break this upfront. To dump all his emotional pain onto someone and I feel like Richas was for the first time openly struggling to be a emotional rock until he gathered his bearings.

And I'd like to think that he slept alongside Pac for the same reasons yesterday, hoping that the dreams would take any tears away that were so close to falling while he was awake.

#qsmp #qsmp pac #qsmp richarlyson #qsmp tazercraft #character analysis #i may have missed a moment in #the past of richas #being this emotional but his behavior #especially body language wise just #stuck out to me so much #void mumbling

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disregardcanon · 1 month

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there are so many moments in jesus christ superstar that i LOVE, but one of my absolute favorites is the way that jesus backtracks in gethsemane

"why, then, am i scared to finish what i started? what YOU started. i didn't start it." jesus in jesus christ superstar is bearing the weight of everyone's expectations and just. doing his best to try to manage them. judas wants him to stay grounded in his humanity and the opinions and thoughts of people on the ground. respectability politics is how you stay under the radar long enough to make lasting change. make the money to give to the poor, keep our reputations up strongly, we can make a real impact here and now if we don't get too loud.

simon wants him to rise up and lead a revolution. the people in need want him to heal all of them right now immediately even though he's just one guy with only so much ability and time and focus.

mary magdalene wants him to chill out and let her take care of him. peter and the background apostle gang want to be his posse as he gets big and use him to get big and famous. "then when we retire we can write the gospels and they'll still talk about us when we've died"

herod wants him to do his magic as a party trick to gain his salvation, as though that could save him

pilate wants him to deny what he's being accused of so that pilate "can save him", as though that was an option.

and then, of course, we have the absent god the father wanting him to die "far too keen on where and how, not so hot on why". and in the 1973 movie version we get this montage of different images of the crucifixion that implies god sent him this vision of how impactful his death will be, but he still doesn't necessarily tell him WHY, and in other versions there's no evidence that jesus gets... any answers. whatsoever.

different characters TRY to be attentive to his needs and thoughts during the musical, but even those who try very hard (mm, judas, pilate) just.. can't get through. because even if jesus told them.... there isn't anything any of them can do. the story was written long before any of them got here. and there are no answers left in its wake

#jcs #jcs meta #jcs 1973 #jcs rewatch

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bobparkhurst · 2 months

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brief immediate mota finale thoughts

Literally every scene involving Rosie was gold. Not just because Nate Mann has consistently knocked it out of the park, but I think he's just had the most incredible arc. This whole series could have been about Rosie Rosenthal specifically and I think barely scratch the surface of how interesting and incredible this man was. Rosie's great character trait is his empathy and righteousness. There was a moment I found mildly chilling, which is where, after having witnessed the atrocities, Rosie gets a line that does step on that line where righteousness turns into zealotry and it's *understandable*, and it's a great counterpoint to Harry's worry about what the war has turned him into. Like, I feel that whole moment is quite ambiguous about where we all fall and tbh I adored it. The writing was great, the intimacy was great and Anthony Boyle and Nate Mann were just absolutely just showing us all how it's done. Both of those boys need accolades for this.

Buck/Bucky broke my heart over and over again. The return of the lucky deuce (that teary face)! Buck telling Bucky with his words that he was glad to have him there these years. Flying home. Austin Butler's face journey when he hears Bucky's voice over the radio. Same buddy, you should have seen me sitting here like CALLUM? I KNOW THOSE VOWELS. THAT'S CALLUM TURNER. You heard me the first time, Gale.

KENNY IN THE PLANE. LOVE THAT FOR ME. Raff Law's perfect little face of awe. I did actually like as well that he fixed up all these planes constantly as instruments of war, with every repair he made representative of danger, injury and death, and then he got to ride in one for the very first time and it's a mission of help. Ken has just been such a quiet joy of a presence throughout. I thought it was lovely to give him the moment with the kids at the end, listening to the radio too. This baby boy of the company was fully older brother. God. I think Ken Lemmons might be my favourite character of all. If I can ever get my hands on good quality vids, I'm making so many gifs. PLEASE GOD LET ME FIND THE BOOK ABOUT HIM.

I do think the Tuskegee airmen were short-changed, I was really hoping for some meatier stuff for them this episode. I understand why they weren't the focus - the focus is on exactly four characters - but I do think a few more scenes wouldn't have gone amiss. I adored the Jefferson/Cleven scene of last episode. Did love the quiet background Macon/DeMarco friendship though.

I mentioned Anthony Boyle earlier, but again, there was some fantastic Croz stuff here. His physicality has changed so much over the course of this show, it's so good.

There's no let up in the horror, but I think a really good blend of that and the catharsis and the celebration. MotA has suffered from pacing problems throughout, and a bit here too, but overall I thought it was balanced and the visual colour returning towards the end. Gorgeous.

If I was Gale Cleven's wife of 51 fucking years I'd be pissed as hell to not even be mentioned in his title card. Jesus Christ. It's fine to have that narrative in the show but I found it very disrespectful, like Marge was his one and only true love? There was room to acknowledge both loves.

#mota spoilers #i have many other thoughts but i also have to do some actual work today so #mota #masters of the air

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maddipoof · 1 year

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There is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort 🌷- pick a character or a few and come up with a prompt and I’ll write a fluff blurb <3

hi hi can u do robin buckley and her asking u to go out with her (which u assume is just as friends) but then she confesses to u on the date and it's just super cute

this is so awkward why cant i phrase things normally

Eeeeeeee thank you, I love you, this has been sitting in my docs for forever but you're finally back so it can finally see the light of day!!!

a/n: ummm to many princess bride references but I love it more than anything soooooo i'll reference it til I die <3 wc:2.4k Also, like, hardly proofread :( but I hope you like it <3 (you're an amazing friend and everyday I'm so grateful for you sara)

“Steve,” Robin rushed behind the counter and kept her back to the edge, a poor attempt to not be recognized. “Steve, Steve, Steve, please, I beg, I can’t do it. You have to help me. When do I ask you for anything?”

“Literally every day.”

“Steve, please, literally I am asking you to help the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and you’re saying no.”

“I still don’t understand why you can’t talk to her.”

“Why can’t I talk to her?!” She looked around frantically trying to find you, making sure you weren’t close enough to hear her panicking. “Jesus Christ! Have you met me?! I’m a disaster. Last time I talked to her, I couldn’t stop!”

“I remember, Keith got all bent out of shape cus you left a line of 3 people.”

“Heh, yeah,” she agreed with a sarcastic laugh. “Also, I was saying so many things even I couldn’t keep up. It was horrible. It was so bad, I—” Steve turned her around by the shoulder and you smiled at her and held up the VHS in your hands. She finished the other half of the rotation and stopped Steve from running off to the back. “You cannot leave me alone, please, I beg of you,” she mouthed.

He twirled his finger around in the air, meaning ‘turn around,’ and pushed the swinging door open with his back, mouthing “Do it”. Leaving Robin to her own devices indefinitely.

“Hi, um, just this.” You put The Princess Bride on the counter. The 5th time you’ve rented it in 6 months (which she definitely knows from the records on your account and definitely not because she’s been keeping a mental note of everything you like. That’d be ridiculous).

“You really like this one.”

Your eyebrows kind of twitched in a way that made her regret so much as breathing wrong around you, but it vanished before she got the chance to grovel for forgiveness. “Yeah, uh, I really like it.”

She doesn’t even need to ask for your phone number anymore. It’s been on constant repeat in her mind since last Saturday and every Saturday before that. “And your phone number?” But she thought it’d be weird, too forward for you to know she knew it by heart.

“You don’t know it by now?” You raised an eyebrow and she gave you a half smile. She typed it in faster than you could watch her fingers to make sure she got it right, and the lack of hesitation did not go unnoticed by you. She really knew it.

“Uh, did you know…while they were filming, Andre the Giant needed an ATV to get around set since it was like, up on a big hill?” She asked while you counted out the change. She didn’t even want exact change. She’d put up with it. She’d make 97 cents for you, even though they’re fresh out of dimes.

“I did know that. Did you know Cary Elwes broke his toe on said ATV?”

“I did not. How’d he manage that?”

“His foot got caught on the petal and I guess it was enough to break his toe.”

“Oh wow.”

“Sorry, it’s uh, a little over.” Your fingers brushed her palm as you handed her the coins.

“Thank you,” she whispered and you felt the chill of her hand, but you wanted nothing more than to warm them in yours and never let go. She never counted change so fast, just to get to give it to you faster; for your fingertips to brush again. “Um, heh–“ she cut herself off for fear of further embarrassment.

“Sorry?”

“What?”

“You were saying something.”

“Yeah, it was dumb. I don’t–“

“It’s not dumb.”

“Yeah?”

“Now I’m curious so you kind of have to tell me now.”

“I suppose I do then. Do you want–” she huffed and started over. “Are you doing anything Thursday night?”

“I’m working til 6, but I’m free after that.”

“Yeah, at the- the arcade.”

“The arcade, yes. But what were you thinking?”

“Hm?”

“You asked if I was busy, was that just out of curiosity or did you want to go out?”

“Go out?”

“Is that a question?”

Robin just then noticed how close both of you were leaning on the counter. “Um, heh,” she cleared her throat with an awkward laugh. “They're having a special showing, at the drive in, just a town over, and uh, I was wondering if you–If you’d wanna go with me?”

“I’d love to, but I don’t have a car, my brother has it that day.”

“I don’t either.”

“My brother usually picks me up, we get off work at the same time so he could just drive me over to yours and we can figure out something else?”

“If you really want to go, we should go. I really want to take you.” You both smiled brighter than the sun at that. But then Robin had to go and have the worst idea of her life. Worse than following a middle schooler into a secret Russian bunker. “Maybe, uh, Steve could drive us?” She definitely saw the way both corners of your mouth dropped, but you were quick to pick them back up.

“Yeah, yeah. That’s uh, that’d be great. Pick me up at 6:15, yeah? Give me a chance to get ready and then we’ll go?” Robin nodded, mortified, dying on the inside, how could she be such an idiot. You spoke while walking backwards towards the door, “Great, you have my number. Give me a call if anything changes.” You never speed walked to the car. You didn’t even have the chance to turn the key in before you were throwing your head back against the rest. “Fuck, fuck, fuuuck,” then you realized you walked out empty handed. No tape in sight. “Goddamn it.” You were not going back in there.

***

“Oooohhh, is somebody ready for their big date?” Cecelia, your coworker, walked into the bathroom where you were checking your eyeliner in the mirror.

“It’s not a date.”

“The drive in with Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington? Sounds like a date to me.”

“He’s just dropping us off.” You so, so, so carefully fixed a flake of mascara without messing up the rest of the look.

“Oh, so you’re going with someone else?” Cecelia leaned her back against the small cabinet diagonal from the 2 stalls. “Tell me everything.”

“You know the girl he works with, Robin?” She cocked her head. “Buckley?” Still nothing. “Dirty blonde, in the marching band, plays the trumpet, took AP Spanish freshman year? It was a whole thing.”

“Oh her. Yes, yes, I know her…You’re going on a date with her?”

“Well, I was kinda hoping yeah, but now she’s having Steve drive us ‘cause neither of us have a car, so now I just don’t know.”

“But you want it to be a date?” She stepped up to you and licked her thumb to fix your lipstick.

“Yeah.”

“Then kick him out. Make him fetch you guys some drinks, some popcorn. Tell him to see how many numbers he can get before the Fire Swamp.”

“They’re like a bonded pair! I can’t just separate them like that.”

“You can and you must.” And then she checked her watch. “Better watch it, Sappho. You’re cuttin it close. All that yearning is gonna make you late.”

“Fuuuuckkk.” You groaned then practically ran out the door.

Right out the door and right into Robin.

“Hi,” you smiled regardless of the disappointment in the lack of romantic undertones. You smiled big, and so did she, like your faces didn’t know how to do anything else when you looked at each other.

“Hi, how– how are you? I didn’t mean to scare you, they told me you’d be back here and I didn’t want to seem like a jerk and wait in the car for you to come out because that’d be– that’d be pretty, really shitty. And… yeah, how are you?” You were surprised she didn’t run out of breath, she hasn’t run herself out like that to you in a while. She hasn’t been nervous around you like that in a while.

“I’m good, better now that you’re here. How are you?”

“Good, really good. It starts at 7 but we should get going now if you want a good spot.”

“Yeah, that’d be great.”

“Perfect…I, uh, I hope you don’t mind, Steve brought Max and El, the boys had a campaign and they were all bored.”

Everything she says makes this less and less of a date. Whatever, doesn’t matter, you’ll take her in whatever way you can get her.

“No, that's ok. They’re cool.”

“The coolest.” She offered you her arm which you gladly took.

You’d known each other for months, why did it feel like you didn’t know what to do with each other.

“Hey, how’s it goin?” Steve asked when he got out to open the back door for both of you.

“Good, pretty good. I’m excited for tonight.”

“Good. I should warn you, me and the kids–” “We’re not kids.” “ –will probably be taking off early, Max wants to go look at some supernatural museum she found nearby, but we’ll definitely be back to pick you guys up. It’s a pretty short walk.”

“We have to walk there?!” Max asked with enough attitude to rival Mike’s. Steve gave her a look paired with a sharp nod trying to get her into the front seat. Trying his hardest to be a good wingman.

She shook her head and mouthed fine, then El took the middle seat and Max did the same head nod with her to get her to one side. Robin slid in first to take the middle and you got the seat next to her.

It was a fun ride, Steve and the girls were at their funniest, doing their best to paint Robin in only the most complimenting light. You got the perfect spot. Not too close to the front or back, the perfect distance to see the whole screen but not have it in your face and the concession stand was far enough that it was a walk but there’d be none of it’s traffic buzzing around you.

Somehow, Robin convinced you to stay behind and fix the radio to the right frequency while Steve took her to get a pep talk drinks and popcorn before he left.

“You’re gonna be fine. You were great in the car.”

“Steve, no, listen to me, I cannot do this alone. You cannot leave me.”

“Robin, listen to me. Ok? The whole time in the car she was smiling, she’s having a great time. She really likes you. You feel that electricity?”

“What?”

“The electricity? Between you guys, it’s like off the charts. You got this, man. You’re fine.” He put a hand on her shoulder and El handed her the massive popcorn from one side and Max gave her the extra large slushy with two straws from the other. Then they both gave her big smiles and two thumbs up.

“You got this,” El said and Max gave her another pat on the shoulder and off she went.

You had just got the radio right when you saw her coming down the row of cars. Clearly, her hands were overfull so just as she came up to the car you opened the door and oh fuck.

In a flash of blue, slushie was all over. All over Robin, that is. “Oh thank god none of it got in the car.” She gasped, though her lips were on their way to turning just as blue.

“Robin, no, what about you?!” The urgency was enough to pull you over the center console rather than out the door and around the front to brush off the few pieces that clumped together. “Are you ok?! I don’t care about the car. I’m so sorry, my depth perception has been so messed up from staring at the computer all day, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was– I wasn’t thinking.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works,” she mumbled.

“Come on, let’s go change.” You started pulling her in the direction of the bathrooms.

“Into what, I’m soaked.”

“Yeah and if you don’t get into something dry; like my sweatshirt that I promise you I don’t need before you try and tell me I’ll be cold; you’ll freeze.”

“I really don’t– You don’t have to.”

“Yes, I do. Come on.”

You took her into the family one, the big clean one right in the center of all the rest. “Here.” You pulled off the big, fluffy, crew neck and she thought she’d drop dead when she caught sight of the way your shirt rose up the slightest bit. You held it out to her and it took her a second to remember that she wasn’t dreaming.

“Thank you,” and leave it to Robin Buckley to say the dumbest joke at the worst moment. Just as she was about to pull her soaked shirt over her head, “Wow, and here I was thinking we’d get to at least a third date before you got me in such a compromising position.” She said with an unforced laugh at the end with her head still deep inside her sweatshirt so she didn’t see the feature film that was your face trying to figure out what she meant.

“This is a date?”

Really catching her off guard while she’s pulling a soaked bra, now probably stained blue, out of the sleeve.

“Uh, did you– I just– I thought–” She tried to go for the door but you caught her eye.

“I want it to be.”

“You do?”

“I’ve been tearing myself up all week ‘cause I wasn’t sure. But I really wanted it to be. So,, is it?”

She nodded fervently, “Yes, yeah, absolutely.”

“Good, so uh, do you maybe wanna go get some hot chocolates instead and we can take that blanket Steve was trying to be sneaky about and cuddle in the back seat?”

“As you wish.”

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