#I don't trust you either Kevin

[xxxbabyinatrenchcoatxxx]

I love Andrew Minyard as a criminal justice major. Just imagine the possibilities that could happen!! He'd 100% write a paper about nature vs nurture that is about himself and Neil (only if you read between the lines can you tell that tho)

Oh man!! An idea is coming into my head as I think about this!!

Okay, okay, so imagine the following.

Andrew is in his The Serial Killer's Psyche class when he learns about the more recent recent killers, including The Baltimore Butcher.

He lowkey becomes fascinated with the whole thing.

(It's the knives)

And goes down a rabbit hole looking into anything and everything regarding the Wesninski family.

He learns that Nathan was married and had a son, Nathaniel, with a member of another known mafia family from across the Atlantic, Mary.

The son would be the perfect killing machine for these two.

But then he learns that Mary and Nathaniel died tragically in an unknown form.

"The family wants to keep their privacy in these hard times." The press says.

Despite Andrew researching for days (he even went to the library once!) He can't find any record of how they died, but their death certificates have the same time stamp on them so at least he knows they died at the same time.

After finding out as much as he can about the family, he is (and he would never admit this to anyone at all ever) solely on the side of the cops in believing that Nathan Wesninski is The Baltimore Butcher despite there not being enough evidence, etc etc.

Having learned all he could, he all but forgets about the Wesninski family.

Fast forward to the next semester when Kevin tells him they are going to Arizona because he found them a new striker.

As Neil is trying to catch his breath from Andrew hitting him, Andrew is suddenly excepiencing a new phenomenon to him "familiarity"

For some reason, this flight risk reminds him of someone, but he can't quite remember who.

This is new.

Not remembering something.

Is his memory failing him for the first time ever?

He blames it on his meds and moves on

Everytime he sees Neil after he moves to Palmetto, he has the same feeling.

Ever. Single. Time.

It is increasingly aggravating and intirely too intresting.

After weeks spent trying to remember who Neil reminded him of, filing through every person he's ever encountered, and Neil's skitish behavior, he decided that Neil must be a threat.

Why else would his instincts tell him not to trust Neil?

Why didn't he react to the Moriyamas coming south that fall?

Why couldn't he fucking remember where he knew Neil from???

His shell cracked a little bit and he decided on impulse that Neil was going to Eden's with them

Andrew was practically vibrating with rage by the end of that night.

"Who are you?" Andrew asked.

"Wha- I don't understand? I'm Neil?"

"No. I know you, but I've never seen you before." Andrew watched as Neil tensed, wondering what was running through the runners head.

"We don't know each other." Neil made as if to walk away, but he didn't make it far before he had to grab the wall to stabilize himself.

"I know you." Andrew said, grabbing his shoulder.

"No, you don't." Neil shoved him.

"Do you work for the Moriyamas?"

"You think I'm a mole?" Neil scoffed, but it was more slurred with the drugs in his system.

"You're something. And I know how to properly dispose of a body." Andrew said lowly, threatingly, putting both hands on either side of Neil, caging him him.

"So do I." Neil's voice was steady, and he shoved Andrew back as far as he could before taking off.

Neil feeds Andrew half-truths the next day at Wymacks, saying that he must have seen him on the street somewhere. He honestly had no idea why Andrew recognized him.

Andrew doesn't believe that, but he believes Neil's half-truths about his family and lets him go.

Eventually, the familiar feeling is exchanged with actual recognition, and the books continue on as normal

UNTIL

Andrew gets out of Easthaven and sees Neil with his blue eyes and Aubrun hair and brused face, and Andrew freezes for only a moment.

But for that moment, it's like a Christmas tree lighting up in Andrew's head.

Neurons firing and connecting dots he didn't know went to together.

Nathaniel Wesninski stood next to his family

Nathaniel Wesninski protected his family while he was in rehab

Nathaniel Wesninski has been alone with Kevin every night for the past 4 months

Nathaniel Wesninksi was a runaway

Nathaniel Wesninski was alive

Nathaniel Wesninski

Andrew doesn't know what to do with this information yet, so he does nothing

He goes about his decided itinerary for the day

He still doesn't know what to do until "I never understood why he liked knives."

Everyone else was thinking Riko, but Andrew was thinking Nathan.

He decides then and there that he's not going to say anything until Neil tells him.

Neil's "I'm Nathaniel" hits Andrew like a gut punch.

He already knew it but now it's confirmed.

When Neil goes missing, Andrew was the first to tell coach about Nathan's release from prison.

He persuades Coach (read: stares down repeating "Baltimore") to take them to Baltimore because that's where Neil is.

Books go on as normal

Life seemingly goes back to normal after summer break.

They start the new semester with significantly fewer worries, and Neil is figuring out his newfound freedom.

Andrew is in his Advanced Psychology class when Nathan Wesninski is brought up again.

The professor - fortunately for her sake - doesn't mention Neil or Nathaniel at all but assigned them an imaginative assignment

They are to pick a serial killer and study what is known about their at home life and write a paper about what it might be like to grow up in that kind of enviroment

Andrew was going to ignore this assignment, but Neil found out and thought the whole thing was hilarious.

Neil finds out that Andrew was entirely too fascinated by the Wesninski family.

"You liked me before you even met me."

Eventually, they decided that Andrew didn't have to write the paper.

"Mr. Minyard. It is your turn to present."

Andrew and Neil walk to the front.

"This was a single person assignment, Mr. Minyard."

"I think a first-hand account is better than anything I could have come up with. Don't you think?"

"First hand?"

"Hello Andrew's classmates. I'm Nathaniel Wesninski, but please call me Neil. Fair warning. If you ever call me Nathaniel, I will kill you."

They spend the rest of the class basically ragging on Nathan the entire time

#aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #the foxes #aftg neil #the foxhole court #andriel #the raven king #the kings men #aftg au #criminal justice major Andrew Minyard

[otdiaftg]

Kevin props his chin on his knee and says, "How do you do it?" Kevin flicked his fingers as if frustrated by his own vagueness and says, "After everything that's happened this year, after Riko and your father and the FBI and knowing Lord Ichirou has found out about you, why aren't you afraid?" "I am," Neil says. "But I'm more afraid of letting go than I am of holding on." "I don't understand." "You do, or you wouldn't have trusted Andrew and Coach in the first place. Problem is you put yourself in their hands and refused to commit any further than that. You think Riko will hurt you for your defiance, so you're afraid to step too far out of line. But this middle ground won't save you forever. "Kevin," Neil says, and waits for Kevin to finally look at him. "Figure out what you want more than anything, what it would kill you to lose. That's what's at stake if you let Riko win. Calculate the cost of your fear. If it's too much, you need to fight. Wouldn't you rather die trying than never try at all?" "It's death either way," Kevin points out. "Die free or die a failure," Neil says. "The choice is yours, but pick your side before you see Jean again. If he thinks you're bluffing you'll never win him over." Kevin says nothing, so Neil slides off the bed and leaves him there.

Day: Sunday, March 17th / 18th* Time: 9:55 AM EST

*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.

#aftg #all for the game #neil josten #tkm #the kings men #the foxhole court #andrew minyard #palmetto state university #psu foxes #andreil #on this day in aftg #otdiaftg #palmetto state foxes #otdi all for the game #nora sakavic #the foxes #on this day in all for the game #kevin day #nicky hemmick #aaron minyard #coach wymack #betsy dobson #abby winfield #matt boyd #dan wilds #renee walker #allison reynolds

[aledethanlast]

Jeremy shows up to practice fifteen minutes early and finds Jean in the team lounge. "This is for you," he says.

Jean expects those words, like all the other times he's heard them, to be accompanied with a bright smile and flowers, or chocolate, or a plate of whipped cream to the face—don't worry, revenge was had—but instead finds himself staring at...a note.

White flash card, folded twice, one corner bent back down halfway for no good reason at all, and the memories hit Jean like a racquetto the head. How many of those noted had he been given? Shoved into hands without stopping to look and passed on just as quickly.

Jean is a man of instincts. Reflexes. Ingrained responses so deep the brain need not bother, for the body already knows.

And this note is a cue his body knows too well. One, take the note before anyone can think to come near it. Two, shove it into his pocket before anyone can see. Three, storm down the hall to tell Kevin that he is NOT waiting for 45 minutes again while he agonizes over a two fucking sentence response, and—

The door opens again, San Diego sunlight blinding him as two more teammates come in, and Jean remembers Kevin isn't here. Which means. Which means.

He unfolds the paper too quickly—it would've torn if it had been thinner, but the thick flash card just gets stuck. Typical. Holy shit, typical.

Thea's handwriting is the same precise script as ever (except the lowercase g's for some reason). The letters are smaller than the guidelines, like she didn't know how much space she needed to write everything she wanted to say.

Hi Jean. Kevin says you're doing well. Or rather, Kevin says that Jeremy says. Not that I think Jeremy would lie, but there's only one messenger I've every really trusted, and that's you. I'll be in SD sometime next week. Give me a call.

A phone number is scrawled beneath. No signature. Overall, it takes just over half the card; either she miscalculated or she had more to say but instead chose self censure. Both options are unlike her.

The myriad pieces of Jean's mind read the note, over and over, all slightly out of synch from one another so rather than comprehension he only gets nose.

"Jean?" Jeremy's had on his shoulder, concerned. Jeans hand jerks upwards, sharply, and then he brings it back down as he turns to face Jeremy, pretending he hadn't been this close to stuffing the note in his mouth. "You good, man?"

Good question. Great, even. Jean has a better one. "Who gave you the note?"

Jeremy frowns even harder. It doesn't suit him, brow furrowed like that when he isn't trying to run through a backliner like they're made of tissue paper. "Coach Rhemann came back from Texas this morning, told me Muldani gave it to him. With very specific instructions not to open it. I met Coach, he gave it to me."

Of course. Thea doesn't ask for things; it's the first piece of advice she ever gave him. If you want, and you can, then do it. Forget who might stand in your way; they can only try, same as you.

"Jean?" Jeremy asks again. "What did the note say?"

Thea wanted to pass a message to Jean without Jeremy in the way. Well, maybe fuck what Thea wants. Jean hands him the note. Jeremy skims it, raises a brow. "What does she mean, that she only trusts you?"

His concern, born of meeting Jean back at Abby Winfield's house and fed by the steady trickle of Jean's stories of the Nest, seems momentarily absurd. "The Ravens weren't allowed to date," Jean says simply, as he had many times before. When Jeremy seems to catch on, he nods at the note. "I was their favorite messenger. Well. I was the only one who wouldn't sell them out."

"Why didn't you?"

Because Kevin was his friend. Because Thea deserved better than anything the Nest could ope to give her, much less dare to deny. Because every breath Jean took in protest to that tar pit came filled his lungs just a little bit deeper.

"Because then I got to read Kevin's love letters."

Jeremy's eyes go wide. "Shakespeare?"

"Poe."

Some teammates turn at the sound of their captain's laughter. More turn when they hear him hit the floor. Jean gives them all a plain look.

He takes the note back from Jeremy's twitching fingers—it's best to let him wear himself out on such occasions—and stares at the phone number.

Thea does not ask, she acts. If Thea wants to come down here and see him, then nothing stands in her way.

Except Jean. If he doesn't call, if he doesn't show, he's sure she won't push. She will never call or text or write a note to him again and all he has to do is nothing.

The thought rumbles through the dark halls of his mind that still belong to the Nest, like a freight train pushing forward too much air, pushing, pushing until the wall ahead falls apart from the pressure and—

Sunlight. The lounge door is open again. More teammates, almost late, confused by their laughing captain.

Jean takes out his cell.

#aftg #tfc #thea muldani #jean moreau #jeremy knox #do you understand what it means to me that Kevin wasnt Jeans only friend at the nest #i dont think you do

[libraryofloveletters]

Something Doesn't Taste Right

Kevin Magnussen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: alcohol and the consumption of, kevin is determined that he can do this, he's also got a heavy hand, (think 'just two shots of vodka' meme lol), something seems to go wrong every time, some friendly teasing.

Word Count: 680

Author's Note: those of you that have been around for a while know that I loveeeeee k-mag so if you don't, you're new so welcome to the madness.

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Your husband convinces you that he knows how to make eggnog, no need to buy it from the store. His father’s recipe is the best of the best.. that’s if Kevin can figure it out.

"Are you sure?" You asked your husband, glancing over your shoulder at him.

You and Kevin have gone to the store to pick up a few things for your Christmas party this upcoming weekend. You stopped in the refrigerated section to get cheese and eggs and you came across their giant selection of eggnog; peppermint, cinnamon, gingerbread - you name it, they had it.

The carton in your hand, you showed your husband. "We should just buy it, it'll be easier. You just add the rum to it after."

Kevin waves you off, "it's fine babe, I can make it."

You were a bit sceptical of your husband. Kevin was insistent that you didn't buy the eggnog because he knew how to make it. He had watched his father do it every Christmas holiday growing up, he practically knew it like the back of his hand, or so he said.

"We have everything at home to make it. It's better homemade, trust me."

Your brows furrow but you give in, setting the carton back on the shelf. "If you say so."

The trip at the store concluded, you and Kevin arrived back at home shortly after. As you pack away the groceries, your husband begins making his eggnog.

You watched from the counter as Kevin mixed together his ingredients in the pot on the stove. You were still a bit skeptical, but it seems like things are coming together, so you figure what's the worst that could happen ?

"Now we wait," Kev tells you, setting it into the fridge after a while.

The two of you busy yourselves with some decorating for the party in the meantime. You and Kevin return to the kitchen a few hours later, Kevin putting the now cooled pot of eggnog on the counter.

"Is it done?"

"No, I've got to add the vanilla and the liquor but you can taste it before if you'd like."

Kevin puts some into a glass for you, letting you take a sip of it. You make a face, "that's really sweet, is it supposed to be that sweet?" You hand the glass over to him.

His brows furrow, taking a sip. "Oh.. I must have put too much sugar, the vanilla will balance it."

You watch as he pours the vanilla extract into the pot, his heavy hand in play. You've never made eggnog but by the looks of it, it seems like way too much.

Kevin stirs the pot, pouring some more into the glass for you. "Okay, try it now."

The overwhelming smell of vanilla hits your nose and as you take a sip, it covers your taste buds. "Uh.. I don't think this is right either, babe."

You hand the glass to him, Kevin seems confused but he takes a sip.

"Okay yeah, I see where I went wrong, too much vanilla."

"Yeah," you nod, drinking some water to cleanse your mouth of the taste.

Kevin turns to the liquor cabinet, pulling out a bottle of bourbon. "This one?"

"It's your recipe, babe. Your choice."

He nods, undoing the cap on the bottle. Kevin's heavy hand comes into play yet again, pouring just a little over a quarter into the pot and begins stirring it.

He adds some into a new glass for you, "okay final one. I think I got it right."

You're still skeptical, taking a small sip. At first, it was fine - the bourbon seems to have balanced out the vanilla and the sugar.

It was like you spoke too soon, the back of your throat burning when the bourbon finally kicked in. "Holy shit," you rubbed your chest, setting the glass down.

"What?" He takes the glass.

"That's so-" you stop, watching as Kevin takes a sip of the eggnog. It takes him a second but his face mirrored yours. "That's strong."

"Yeah," you laughed, "I think we should make a trip to the store."

Kevin nods, "store bought eggnog for now, but I will get it right." You pat his chest, "sure baby, just not when we have guests coming over."

#holiday extravaganza blurbs 23 #kevin magnussen #kevin magnussen x reader #kevin magnussen x y/n #kevin magnussen x you #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #f1 blurb #f1 imagine

[iovesia]

liar, liar — divorce lawyer ! kevin lomax. |⠀୨ ˙ ∘ cw.⠀fem!reader. sex on a desk. p in v. infidelity(?).

𝒋𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — this is so dumb but i couldn't resist oops !

"oh, fuckkkk—" you squeal, wrapping your legs tighter around him as kevin's cock bullies its way into your fluttering walls. kevin's hand is clutching your jaw, his soft lips gliding along your neck, leaving a trail of love bites. "i'm so lucky to have an attorney i can.. trust," the words leave breathlessly from your lips.

the sound of skin slapping echoes through the large office, decorated with several of kevin's accolades. the secretaries next door either can't hear you two— or thankfully choose to live in ignorance to your. . . unethical counsel session.

kevin pushes his thumb in between your pretty lips, your cherry chapstick staining his finger as you swirl your tongue around it. the raven-haired man lets out a soft chuckle, his hips unrelenting as he pounds into you.

"don't worry, ms. [l/n]— i'm not letting that husband of yours leave with a damn cent," the southern twang in his voice makes you clench around him. "not when he'd be stupid enough to give up a pretty thing like you."

𝒊𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒂 © do not repost, plagiarise or translate my works.

#*⠀kevin lomax. #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves imagine #kevin lomax imagine #kevin lomax x reader #keanu reeves smut #kevin lomax smut #divorce lawyer!au #need him so carnally ignore how short this is

[stick-ball]

Serious question, but how do you think Andrew being taller-tall would affect plot and in what way. I always have hard time seeing him as this steady image of safety mainly because of his size.

I am an Andrew lover first and foremost so I accept him in every shape and size he may come in xd

Okay, but seriously now. I think him being taller would've definitely altered some points of the plot. The first thing that comes to mind is his relationship with Neil. Neil from the get-go makes us aware that due to his father's abuse, he is scared of not only older but taller men. They read as a threat. If Andrew was a big guy and had not the puppy dog personality of Matt, Neil would probably have a much harder time trusting him or opening up to him. Their relationship might've gone differently. All of Andrew's actions would've been interpreted with distrust, as they are anyway at the start, but the root would be in a much deeper fear.

I also think that's crucial for Andrews character. He is, as you said, seen by us as the image of safety - but that's Neil's opinion. that's how he sees him. Most people look down on him, only those who are keenly aware danger is not always about brute strenght don't make fun of the red flag he comes waving around in every situation. Neil or Riko aren't tall either, so they know what kind of things he can still be capable of without the proper moral limitations. Kevin, Jean and Renee will know that to, due to their experiences.

Still, most people don't see him as a threat, or as strong, the size is a point of ridicule but also a point of tactical advantage for him. If they don't take you seriously they don't see you coming for them, do they? Add the label of "psychotic" which is also thrown around in contempt, on the edge if being a slur by some characters and there you go. He's not seen as strong, he's seen as a train running of the tracks, about to crash in a nearby town.

There are only a few that know better, as it usually is in life, which, proper advantage. I would say the only reason Andrew was on parole with the requirement for medication after he almost killed those 4 guys who attacked Nicky before the first book happens - instead of being locked up for it instead - was due to his size. If he was a big guy he would be treated much more harshly, especially with his previous criminal record.

Another thing this point brings up is how I read a couple posts in the past, where people thought it improbable that Drake managed to get Andrew concussed and at his mercy so easily in the Thangsgiving scene, since Andrew is supposed to be so strong. (This isn't criticism, im just giving my own outview)

Be that as it may, size does matter. Andrew is strong and dangerous for many, and he could best probably most of the people reading this in a fight no sweat. But you know what's the reason for that? He's prepared. He actually knows how to fight. There are scenes in canon and ec If im not mistaken, that bring it up. I've been trained in martial arts since I was 4 years old (on G-d no cap) and I can, and did, manage to take down many guys twice my size and strenght because of that - but that's because I was smarter, or quicker, or my technique and endurance was better. Andrew spars, Andrew has training while most people don't. Just because a guy is twice his size doesn't mean he actually knows how to use his body weight to land a solid punch, doesn't mean he has the instinct and proper form to block a fist coming at his side thats gonna push all air out of his lungs. So yeah, against people less trained than him, he has a chance.

Tw: discussion of the thanksgiving scene, psychological trauma, ambush situations.

But Drake is a marine. He has extensive training, worse - he has the tactical advantage of surprising him, and worst of all - the force of trauma that comes with being suddenly attacked by one of your worst fkn horrors. It's a ambush and he has every single ace up his sleeve. I've been in a situation like that once, so I can imagine the complete and utter short-circuit Andrew's brain must have gone in in those precious seconds that would give him an even chance against Drake. But then, Drake is as much a physical as psychological horror, and it's no wonder the fear that brings make Andrew spiral into dissociation as a coping mechanism.

End of the triggering stuff!

In the end, though, safety in my opinion is about more than physical strenght. Sometimes it's just having someone by your side even if there's no chance of making it to the other side. That type of support can make anyone keep going. And I think that more than anything else is what Neil sees him as. He is, to make it cliché, the lighthouse bringing him to the safety of shore in a midnight storm. (I will shut up now bcs the fever must be getting worse if im saying shit like this).

thank you for this ask, I live to talk about andrew minyard ❤️❤️❤️

#andrew minyard #andrew minyard headcanon #all for the game #tfc #the foxhole court #aftg #andrew minyard meta #neil josten #i play therapy guru agai #nora sakavic

[kyleoreillylover]

The Calm Before the Storm

Jey Uso x Fem!Black!Reader x Sami Zayn

Summary: Moments before the 2023 Royal Rumble, you, Jey and Sami have a moment alone. What's unbeknownst to you and Jey is this will be the last time you will have a peaceful conversation.

Warnings: established relationship, angst at the end

tagged: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav @hope4more-blog @selena-tyler-564 @saintaquarius @whatdoeseverybodywant @raya-hunter01 @empressdede @judgementdaysunshine

word count: 1,113

a/n: hey y'all... ik it's been a while don't kill me 😭 been busy with school, ramadan, and personal stuff, but I hope ya'll are good!! missed you guys! here's a lil something to make up for the time away.

graphics by @firefly-graphics!!

“Is he ready yet?” You asked Jey as you walked into Sami’s locker room, your eyes filled with concern as  you scanned the room for any signs of Sami.

"He's in the bathroom." Jey stood up from his seat on the couch, his expression mirroring your concern. "He's been in there for a while. I'm starting to get worried too."

You nodded, your worry growing with each passing second. You knew the impeding match between Roman and Kevin tonight had him worried and stressed about his ex best friend, but you knew it wasn't gonna be easy for Sami. 

Just then, the bathroom door swung open, and Sami emerged, his face pale and his hands trembling slightly. His eyes met yours, and you could see the fear and anxiety swirling within them.

"Sami, are you okay?" you asked, stepping closer to him and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

He forced a weak smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'll be fine," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just nerves, you know?"

You exchanged a worried glance with Jey, both of you knowing that it was more than just nerves that were plaguing Sami. You gave Jey a look that said calm Sami down, and Jey nodded in understanding before turning his attention to Sami.

"Hey, baby," Jey began in a soothing tone, "Sit down."

"I said I'm fine." Sami replied,  but his voice wavered, betraying his facade of calmness. Jey gently guided Sami to the couch, ignoring his protests.

"Sami, sit down." Sami sighed and reluctantly obeyed, sinking into the soft cushions of the couch. You took a seat beside him, lacing your fingers with his as Jey sat on the other side of the room, giving Sami space but still being there for support.

"All you have to do is just stand there. No fighting, no nothing, just stand ringside for Roman, and everything will be okay," Jey reassured him, his voice steady and reassuring.

Sami nodded, but you could see the doubt lingering in his eyes. "I know, I know," he muttered, more to himself than to either of you.

Jey knew he should've been reporting this hesitancy to Roman, should be letting Roman know that Sami wasn't in the right state of mind to accompany him to the ring. But betraying his boyfriends trust is something Jey couldn't bring himself to do.

So, he simply continued to offer words of encouragement, hoping to ease Sami's nerves even just a little.

"Dont you want to be part of the Bloodline?" Jey Jey's question hung in the air, heavy with the weight of expectation and loyalty.

Sami glanced up at him, his brow furrowed with uncertainty.

"Sami, we need you with us. So tonight, you need to show Roman that you're with us one hundred percent," Jey continued, his voice firm but gentle.

You gently cupped Sami's face, turning it so he was looking directly at you. "Sami, baby, please, do this for us. After tonight, Roman will see your loyalty, and we can tell him about our relationship. All you have to do is just stand there by his side, and everything will fall into place, and when it's over, we'll have each other."

Sami's eyes flickered with a mixture of emotions—fear, uncertainty, and a hint of longing. He knew the stakes were high, not just for Roman's match but for his place within the group. Taking a deep breath, he leaned into Jey's arms, seeking comfort and reassurance. "Okay," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

Jey wrapped his arms around Sami, holding him close. He was so close to having him, and with Sami's confirmation of support, his heart swelled with hope and determination.

"That's my baby." Jey cupped Sami's face and kissed him softly, his lips lingering against Sami's as if to convey all the love and support he could muster in that single moment.

Sami quickly responded in kind, deepening the kiss, pouring all of his emotions into it—his fear, his uncertainty, but most importantly, his love for Jey. For a moment, they were lost in each other, the world outside forgotten.

When Jey pulled away, you quickly took his place, sitting on Samis lap and taking his face in your hands, kissing him gently yet passionately. "We believe in you, Sami," you whispered against his lips. "You've got this."

Sami's trembling hands found their way to your waist, holding onto you as if you were his lifeline. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely audible but filled with gratitude.

Guilt ate at him as his two favorite people in the world showering him with encouragement and love, unaware of the fact he simply couldn't do what they asked them to do. Couldn't just stand by idly and watch as Kevin got pummeled.

But he promised you two he would try, and he owed you both at least that. 

A knock on the door startled Sami, and the three of you quickly separated and made it seem like everything was normal as Roman entered the locker room. His presence commanded attention, and Sami immediately straightened up, trying to push aside his doubts and fears.

"Ready to go, Sami?" Roman asked, his tone expectant as he glanced around the room.

Sami nodded, offering Roman a tight smile. "Yeah, ready as I'll ever be."

Roman clapped a hand on Sami's shoulder, a gesture that felt both comforting and suffocating at the same time. "Good. Let's do this."

He exchanged a look with the both of you, and you and Jey stood up, and after you nodded at Roman, you both gave Sami a hug, your embrace conveying all the support and love you could muster. If Roman thought the hug lasted too long, he didn't mention it, choosing instead to focus on the task at hand.

"You got this, okay?" You whispered to Sami as you pulled away from the hug, giving him one last reassuring smile before he followed Roman out of the locker room, already thinking of how amazing it'll be to put the lei on him and make him an official member of the Bloodline, and finally tell Roman of your relationship!

Jey squeezed Sami's hand before letting go, his eyes filled with hope and pride and the same thoughts as you, thinking how good the red lei will look against his boyfriends skin.

Boyfriend. It sounded amazing to think about Sami like that, to know he has Sami like that, and that Jey has you like that.  "We'll be waiting for you, kay Sami?"

Oh how Sami wished those words were true.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe x black reader #jey uso x reader #nxt #fanfic #nxt x reader #wwe fic #wwe #samijey #jeysami #sami zayn x reader #jey uso x black reader #jey uso x fem reader #jey uso fanfiction #jey uso imagine #jey uso fic #sami zayn fic #sami zayn fanfiction #sami zayn imagine #wwe imagines #wwe x black fem reader #wwe x fem reader #wwe x oc #wwe x you #wwe x y/n #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling fanfic #wrestling fic

[broken-heart-raven-queen]

This whole Thea thing made me reflect about Kevin and Neil's relationship in canon and why we don't really hear about her before Renee tells Neil that Kevin has a gf.

All Neil know (and therefore all we know) about Kevin's past is said by others. The media, other Foxes, Wymack, Kathy, etc. They didn't really had a heart to heart conversation about Kevin's life at the Nest, maybe some things exy related and that's it (I'm gonna come back to this in a sec).

And I think that's okay.

Neil himself doesn't talk with others (except Andrew and a little to Wymack) about his past either before Baltimore forced him to. And I feel like it was the same with Kevin in the way he hwd to told his story once when he joined the Foxes to make them trust him and also to protect them. Neil obviously wasn't in that conversation.

Kevin has trauma too and his own history with mafia and the Moriyamas that he doesn't wanna/need to tell everyone or relieve. In that past is Thea too. He probably told the team about her in that conversation because he's not close to Renee to tell just her and nobody else says anything when Thea arrives, they know who she is.

Also. Hope you remember I said I was comming around to Kevin and Neil basically talking just exy related stuff, well, I could do another very long post abou what I think of Kevin's relationship with exy, but for now I'm just saying he used it to avoid every other thing happening in the world and to communicate through it. Just like Neil does, like Andrew tells him in the awful talk they had. This two boys say a lot of things while talking "just about the game", their silence speaks volumes.

#anyways i just wanted to talk about this #we don't know Thea and we are not supposed too #i really never cared a lot about her but Nora's post made me think #also I might have teared up a little #I have more opinions about all of this #just remember Neil is an unreliable narrator pov #aftg #all for the game #aftg brainrot #nora sakavic #neil josten #andrew minyard #kevin day #thea muldani #kevin and thea #kevin and neil #canon trauma

[plutoslvr]

sibling dynamic foxes is the best thing ever and no its not a headcanon this is canon to me.

like the foxes and Kevin? siblings if I ever saw any. They would relentlessly bully Kevin and Kevin would just bully them back but the moment anyone tries talking shit about either of them it's absolute hell.

Reporter 1: Kevin, what do you think about the Foxes as a team? I'm sure they can't compare to your old team, The Ravens and Ri-

Kevin Day best Exy player in the league, holding his Exy racquet like a weapon: the fuck did you just say to me?

or

The foxes: man FUCK Kevin

some exy hating loser: yeah screw that guy

Bisexual defender Allison holding enough money in her pocket to end their life: No. You don't get it.

NOT JUST THEM are you guys trying to tell me Matt and Nicky aren't best friends? Are you telling me they don't have gossip Fridays where they share everything together whilst Dan listens in on them. Are you telling me Nicky doesn't read the upperclassmen to filth about their fashion sense (except Allison who joins in on making fun of them).

And of course we have the twinyards (YES THEY HEAL IDC NORA CAN CHOKE ON AN EXY STICK) and they're fucking dickheads to each other its insane. The first few months everyone's slightly on edge but then they realise its all bark and no bite.

Andrew: I'm going to stab you.

Aaron: Do it coward

Andrew: *jabbing him with a mechanical pencil*

Aaron: Fine, not so much of a coward I guess.

Oh and the foxes 1000000% make fun of Neil for living in Britain. They're constantly talking to him in a British accent and when the Queen died they all showed up in his room offering gifts of condolences.

"This is a hard time for you, we understand if you need space but we'll always be here for you."

"It'll get better buddy trust me."

"It's better if you cry and get it out now, we know how important she was to you."

They also make sleepover nights mandatory. The first few years they just had the og foxes let into the dorms but after they all graduated Kevin made a whole separate room just for the foxes where they have sleepovers. It's decked out with beanbags, weighted blankets, stuffed animals and his favourite photos of the Foxes printed out and framed and a TV.

He says Jeremy picked it out but secretly it was all him and he would rather die than let them find out. Somehow they did (Jeremy ratted him out) and Kevin's nickname was permanently changed to softie. No they did not secretly feel giddy with happiness, no they didn't think this was the best thing Kevin Day has ever done absolutely not.

#omg kevin would never choose the foxes over exy #theyre so found family guys #everyones like YOURE WRONG #like trust me on this guys its basically canon #they all hold each other so dear to them idcidc IM RIGHT #kevin: you guys are so dear to me #foxes: what was that? #kevin: you guys fucking suck at exy #andrew: maybe i dont completely detest your entire beings #the foxes: awwwwww <3 #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #kevin day #aaron minyard #nicky hemmick #matt boyd #aftg kevin #aftg shitpost #aftg neil #aftg series #aftg textpost #allison reynolds #renee walker #dan wilds

[helpfandom]

(Me reading your yandere Kranng fic) I only know Kevin for a few seconds but if anything happened to him I would cry🥺 (me reading the ending ) NOOOO!! Not my boy Kevin!😭😭 

Not gonna lie , if I was in that situation I would low-key have trust issues with the turtles if there did that to me , especially you Don! 👈😤

I read your TMNT stories which were amazing by the way , love reading your thoughts 💓

But now you got me wondering how 2007 Splinter gonna react that he suddenly a grandpa who has tons of grandkids since his sons are just nabbing them from there homes XD

Underneath is the fanfiction. Over cut is author notes.

Thank you!! <3<3<3 I mean, unfortunately, 2012 Don don't got eyes for you, he's got eyes for april, which leads to... unfortunate circumstances.

Im sorry about Kevin. 🥺 (not really) he was a very needed sacrifice for realism.

I didn't think about it before, if we're going off of the thought of my HCs Splinter, then he feels guilty. You're not supposed to be here, in the sewers with them, you're supposed to be on the surface, with the other humans. Because of his failing as a master, you've been kidnapped so often.

For fanfiction purposes though, we'll go off of this original apprehension to taking children home, even to the point of bringing you home himself once he figured out the turtles were lying to him about taking you back.

How he would find out about that is likely a slip up by Mikey. Mikey would say something along the lines of asking Donnie to set up a camera, and Splinter would connect the dots.

At what point he would give up is.... questionable. Who's to say that once Leo, LEO, the responsible one brought Reader home for the 4th or 5th time, he gave up and accepted it.

He would try to make it comfortable for his grandkid[s]. (Truly depends on if you consider Reader to be one or multiple because of the turtles.)

Splinter is in a constant state of anguish. He truly doesn't want this to happen to you, {or the you's} but... is it wrong that he hoped for more children to raise... and he's okay with it if it means he can raise you?

He would often end up being the one that Reader could go to if they are frustrated or angry with any of the turtles, and he would stop all of the turtles from seeing you(s).

He would end up being the one hope that Reader would have in either escape, or having a normal(ish) life. He wouldn't teach you{s} how to fight, Which Leo appreciates, and Raph hates, but he wouldn't let you go either. If it means making his boys happy... Who's to say that you can't be happy in the sewers, I mean, look at his boys, they turned out fine.

#platonic x reader #platonic yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #platonic #tw yandere #yandere #headcanon #yandere tmnt #yandere tmnt 2007 #Yandere Splinter #yandere platonic #Platonic yandere Splinter #grandpa Splinter #Helpfandom's writing

[darklydeliciousdesires]

London Will Burn - Chapter Seven.

Huge thanks to my little audience for your continued investment in this. Your commentary gives me joy to read, so don't be shy, DO let me know what you think of it :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six

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Words - 3,815

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI.

The feeling of something solid, inflexible and metal hitting his arm preceded it, the irate scream of the girl he had wronged in trying to do right for his father, despite his own feelings. “You fucking bastard, Sean! You fucking cunt! How dare you do that, how fucking dare you!” 

Repeated strikes hit his arm and chest, the cosh she wielded unlike anything he’d ever felt strike him, his head only narrowly missed when he put his arm up to block the blow. That’s when she changed trajectory and instead, sent a painful welt across his ribs, her next catching his cheekbone and splitting the skin.  “Fuck you! Fucking fuck you!” 

“I’m sorry, Rin,” he began, grabbing her arms and preventing any further blows, Finn coming between them and hauling her back. “I’m sorry.” 

“Catherine, what the bloody hell do you think you’re doing? For Christ's sake, calm down, girl! What’s the matter, eh?” he growled, yanking her away from his son, Rin glaring unblinkingly.  

Her rage was palpable, her cheeks puce, teeth gritted. “Ask your fucking son what the matter is.”  

Finn didn’t have chance to say he’d prefer it to come from her, Rin shaking herself loose of his grip and fleeing, running up the street to jump into a waiting Maybach, the car roaring away as he turned to view his son. “What in god’s name was all of that?” 

Gingerly touching a hand to his cheek, he didn’t think the bone was broken, although the split over skin hurt like hell and was pouring with blood. “Trust me, it was bad. The Strand isn’t the ideal location to reveal it, either.” Twenty minutes later and they were in the kitchen back at home, Sean holding a towel full of ice to his face while explaining the event that had prompted him to receive a beating via an irate blonde brandishing a cosh.  

Finn stood and absorbed it all before speaking, which gave an also present Marian plenty of room to open her mouth. “You bloody did what?”  

“My methods might not have been orthodox, but they yielded results.” 

Her mouth dropped open. “Not orthodox? Not fucking orthodox? Jesus Christ! What you did was vile!” 

Sean was incredulous. Not because he didn’t know what he done was wrong, but that his mother of all people was the one pouring scorn upon him for it. Marian Wallace was not exactly known for her genial magnanimity.  

“Son, you made the wrong choice. Getting Kevin’s back up like that, for fuck’s sake! We want him compliant,” he began, Sean cutting in. 

“And now he is, so what? Fucking what, dad? I did what you told me and secured the deal. You should be happy.” 

“For the love of god,” Finn groaned, shaking his head. “What the hell is wrong with you?” 

“Oh, come the bloody hell on!” he scoffed, reeling from the reaction he was receiving. “It isn’t like half of our dealings are in any way, shape or form cogently principled, so I fail to see why I’m being lambasted here! Honestly, you pair of all people are lecturing me about morality? That’s rich.” 

Marian was incensed. “Sean, she’s eighteen fucking years old, and you took advantage of her!”  

“Oh, what? Scared that my actions will have you cast out of Diane Cavanagh’s elite social circle are you, mum?” he charged her with, his mother narrowing her eyes. Of course, he was right. The moral high ground she had climbed upon was for no other reason than how all of this would reflect upon her and his father.  

Finn leaned a white knuckled hand against the counter, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It isn’t how we handle business, son. It isn’t how we continue receiving respect, to counter it with such fucking disrespect,” Finn began, Sean’s mouth dropping open in incredulity. 

“Yet you fucking had me kneecap someone only three weeks ago?” he charged with a snort.  

His father pointed a stern finger. “You’ll not fucking interrupt me! You’ve been in this for four years, you ought to understand the way we operate by now. Using a man’s daughter against him as a bargaining chip is not how we remain professional, exert our dominance, or come to an agreement.” 

Sean smirked, and his mother had to be held back from slapping him for his gall. “Funny, that. Because my dominance is exactly what led to the agreement we sought being completed.” He closed his eyes momentarily and saw her there beneath him, at the mercy of his cock, almost crying for how good he gave it to her.  

 His guts then prickled uncomfortably. Again.  

“You absolute bloody shit, Sean!” his mother raged, opening her mouth to continue, her husband cutting her up.  

“I’ll handle it,” he assured her, grasping her upper arms and kissing her head before turning to his youngest. “Office, now.”  

He followed his father silently from the kitchen, wondering just how large the barrage of shit he was about to have heaped upon him would be. Entering the office, Finn went to his whiskey and poured two glasses, passing one to his son, his free hand then clipping him hard straight around the head.  

“That’s for the mess you left with your actions. You’ll fucking learn your lesson there, boyo.” His eyes narrowed, the portly man staring him down for a few moments before his smile began to grow. 

“However, you got the signature and truly, that’s all I care about, me lad. I had to come down on you a bit, because of your mother. You have to learn, though, we keep our messes hidden and easily cleanable, and you should have known that the girl would publicly give you hell when she found out. She’s her fucking father’s daughter, that one. You need to deal with it, should she make any more noise that brings our name and reputation into disrepute.”  

Sean nodded; the message understood. “Shall do, dad.” 

They remained silent for a time, sipping their drinks, Finn suddenly snorting softly with laughter. 

“What?” 

Sinking his whiskey, the elder of the Wallace’s shook his head. “Holy fuck, she really fucking came at you with both barrels blazing. Jesus wept!” 

“I’m glad you find it so entertaining,” he pouted, his ribs and face still throbbing.  

Finn lifted his chin, walking back to the whiskey bottle. “Learned your lesson there, eh?” 

He had. It was a lesson learned in how to handle the nature of the business, how to be ruthless in a more covert way, to handle fallout but ultimately, how to keep the Wallace name both clean and on top. He’d also learned that emotional investment had its place, and it was not within the realms of subterfuge.  

As for Finn, it was the moment that first sealed the notion over his son’s predisposition for reckless actions borne of emotional volatility. It also meant he had to involve himself in the deal to smooth things over, try to gauge whether Sean was likely to receive a bullet in the back of his head at some point in the future over his actions. That of course meant visiting Kevin personally.  

While underneath, he truly didn’t give much of a shit over his son’s methods beyond wishing his punishment for them hadn’t been so public, he had to make appearances directly to the contrary as he sat with Kevin in his home office at the fireside, the men sipping whiskey.  

“I ain’t happy. I really bloody ain’t, old lad. Using my daughter to hold me over a barrel like that? He went too fucking far. The fact he made it so I had to witness him fucking sexually brutalising my girl an’ all? Fuck that, and fuck him,” he spat, his eyes leaving the fire to stare menacingly at Finn.  

He sighed, knowing this anger wouldn’t be quelled at any point soon. “I know, Kev. Believe me, I gave him a fucking broadside for his actions. I did.”  

“If there wasn’t so much money tied up in all of this, so much to gain long term for me, and the fact I fucking think the world of you, trust me, Finn. I would have personally cut your fucking son from his ears to his arsehole for doing that to my girl. Fuck, I’m fucking surprised she only took a cosh to him and didn’t end up knifing him herself. She’s got one hell of a temper, my Catherine. He needs to know, though. That ain’t the way we do business. Not now, not ever.” 

Finn nodded, in complete agreement, or at least seeming to be for appearances sake. True, he’d rather Sean hadn’t acted so below the belt where professionality was concerned, but at least it had secured a signature that Kevin should have given in the first place. “I’m in agreement with you there, mucker. However, if anyone is going to lay hands on my son, it isn’t you. Catherine gave him a damn good hiding, and it’s done with. We’ve signed, now let’s move on.”  

Kevin saw it well In Finn's eyes, the flash of menace, the reason why within London’s reach, he was king. Of course, he returned it. Finn Wallace might’ve been king, but he was the treasury, one of the main investors into his projects, both above board and below. He only stayed for a further half an hour, gauging that Sean wasn’t in any danger of reprisal retribution, leaving the office just as Rin was alighting the stairs.  

“I’m sorry, love,” he offered, resting his hands to her shoulders and placing a kiss on her head. He liked the girl, that much was true enough. He supposed in some small way he felt a little guilt that she’d been hurt by his son’s actions, but not much. “If it’s anything to you, he took himself off to casualty earlier. Fractured cheekbone and a broken rib.”  

Rin sniffed, clenching her jaw. There was no way she would show weakness before the powerhouses that were her father and Finn Wallace. Never. “Your son means less than nothing to me. I appreciate you for apologising, though.” Finn went in the direction of the side door, Rin the lounge to grab the bottle of nail polish she’d left in there, going back up to her room and her vodka.  

She treated herself to a very large bottle of Absolut Vanilla on her way back home from giving Sean the beating he deserved, but that she felt absolutely no better for having delivered to him. How could she, when the only thing she wanted was to kiss him rather than take a cosh to him? When all she wanted was for it not to have been true, for him not to have sold her out like that?  

How could he, after the weekend they’d shared? Her father had shown her the video he’d received, of which she’d only been able to watch two seconds of before demanding he delete it. He’d recorded it on that first Friday afternoon, but surely, if that was all he’d needed, why had he turned up again? Moreover, why had he stayed right through until Sunday?  

There’d been a connection there, she knew it, she was neither blind nor stupid. She wondered if he’d had his arm twisted into it, if he’d decided to use her, then during the weekend they’d spent together felt differently, only to have to resort to his original blackmail plan. Rin being Rin, she groaned at herself, sinking another measure of vodka. 

“He used you for what he could get. Fucking deal with it. That’s what happened, anything else was all in your own head.”  

But was it? Pondering upon it would do no good, trying to explain it to herself. It didn’t mean Sean Wallace and his fuckery did not live rent free in her mind for the foreseeable, though. Still, she moved on, continued a life without him in it, knowing that some pieces of that puzzle would forever remain incomplete.  

As for Sean himself, he’d walked out of his father’s office that afternoon and back into life as normal, the deal went ahead as planned, and he tried not to give Rin too much of a second thought. Besides, so he heard on the grapevine, her plans to remain in London had changed just a few months later, the eldest of the Cavanagh children making an unexpected move overseas, for whatever reason.  

Out of sight, out of mind. Or rather, she should have been, yet there was not a day that passed where the guilt of it and regret didn’t gnaw at Sean like an angry wolf. He knew she could have been the one thing in his life that was real, true and beautiful. He had nobody but himself to blame that what he’d felt spark between them never did flourish. Truly, he had no one else to admonish for the fact that for the relatively fleetingly short remainder of his life, Finn Wallace saw him as little more than an impulsive liability, steadily putting more and more trust in Alex Dumani than his own son. 

And then, then everything changed years later with one visit to a tower block within the Albanian district, the mighty Finn Wallace taking his last breath because of the actions of a naive young gypsy boy and a loaded gun. It was the start of a chain of events that saw the Wallace empire topple into ruin, and would ultimately leave Sean almost dead on two separate occasions.  

The second, after murdering the brutal enforcer and untrustworthy partner that was Koba, saw him hanging by his neck after a lengthy final showdown with the ex-policeman-turned-hitman Elliot Finch, the investors closing in to prevent Sean’s return to the top.  

As he struggled, his air being cut off by the ratchet strap he dangled from, Sean saw white spots clouding his vision, trying desperately to loosen his crude noose. His eyes darted between Elliot and Billy, the latter begging the former to let him down.  

This was it, he thought, sliding from the precipice of life and into death’s cold, gleaming jaws, his vision fading further, but not enough that when he heard a shot ring out, he didn’t see Elliot’s skull blown open, his body dropping. The jaws of death had indeed closed, but not around him.   

Figures dressed in black suddenly swarmed the area, one running to Sean, swinging the rifle responsible for Elliot’s demise behind themselves and grasping the metalwork he was dangling from, brandishing a large knife. The pressure gave, air rushing back into his starved lungs, his body hitting the ground with a thud.  

“Silas, get Billy. Get him in the fucking car, quickly.”  

That voice. No. It couldn’t be.  

Her hands reached for the strap, yanking it free of his neck, Sean gasping and gurgling, his vision still swimming as she pulled up the balaclava that had been covering her face.  

Time had only made Catherine Cavanagh even more beautiful than he remembered.  

He wheezed, attempting to speak, although he had not a single clue over what the hell to say to her, the lover he’d wronged almost seven years before. Now here she was, returned to him, saving his life.  

He coughed, watching as one of the men she was with came running over, crouching to lift him.  

“Why?” he eventually croaked, the burly man throwing him over his shoulder.  

“Atticus, get rid of the bodies. Get them over to the plant, George knows you’re on the way.” The chemical plant. Sean remembered well, how Kevin Cavanagh disposed of those who displeased him. Except, there wasn’t a Kevin Cavanagh any longer, the man having passed away from stomach cancer three months before.  

So, Catherine was back to take her place at the helm of the Cavanagh empire. What that meant for Sean was anybody’s guess, and he wagered he’d likely be the last to find out as he was bundled into the back of a black Volvo SUV, Rin climbing into the front, the large man who had carried him seating himself behind the wheel.  

His focus cleared more as he lay against the cool leather upholstery, wondering where he was being taken. He didn’t trust at all that he was completely removed from the line of fire. Sure, Elliot had been terminated, but that didn’t ultimately equal his own safety. Or that of the person most important to him, all he had left in the world after his mother had shown her hand, every card within her grasp duplicitous and cunning, playing that hand against her own sons.  

“Billy...” 

Rin turned as he sat up, watching him struggle to pull a seatbelt around himself. “He’s being taken to a doctor, a very good one.” 

“Who? And where?” 

Of course, once he’d regained use of his voice, she had expected him to begin demanding answers. It was true to form if nothing else. “None of your concern. Suffice to say he shall be well looked after.”  

“I want to know, Catherine.” 

She turned again to view him, her eyes narrowed. “You are not in a position to demand anything of me. I saved your life, I saved your brother’s life, and I took out the menace who would never have ceased coming for you, had he been allowed to live.” 

“Why?” 

“You’ll find out in due course.” 

“I fucking asked you why, Catherine!”  

Oh no, not much ever put a dampener upon Sean Wallace’s ferocious temper. Before she could reply, though... 

“Hey, white man. You do not speak with my boss like that, eh, or trust me, my friend, I do something about it. You will not like if I choose that, eh, so be quiet, yes?”  

“And who the fuck are you?” Sean scoffed; his voice still hoarse. 

Immediately, the driver slammed on the brakes in the middle of the dark, desolate road, taking about a month off the tire tread. Applying the handbrake, he turned in his seat, his coal black eyes staring unflinchingly. “I am former commander in Kenyan Army, white man. I am biggest, blackest thorn in your fucking side if you ever go against me or my boss, eh. I am living hell and no mercy. That is who I am. I am also the man who tell you to shut up, so do it. Shut up. Do not make me leave this driver’s seat.” 

His pride burned, but Sean weighed up his odds. He was at an extreme disadvantage as it was; against a man who was not only ex-military, but also an estimated six feet three in height and around eighteen stones of pure muscle, he could guess. It likely would not end well for him. At all.  

The driver continued, turning to Rin, doing a double take. “Why do you look like this, eh? You bite back biggest grin.”  

She chuckled softly, reaching to squeeze his shoulder. “Ever my no-nonsense protector, Sokoro.” And boy, had he been just that for the past seven years.  

He beamed, putting his foot down. “I promise this to your father, and I promise to you.” He then reached for the dials at the front of the car, turning up the heat. “Ahh, this is better.” 

“Sok, it’s like a fucking sauna in here as it is!” Rin exclaimed, cracking her window a little. 

“It is cold, yes? February in London is chilly, eh.” 

“Well,” she hummed, “I suppose when you’re used to it only getting as low as ten degrees in winter, it must be somewhat of a shock to the system, to experience temperatures in the minuses.” 

He whistled, chuckling. “It is an experience, eh.”  

Sean quickly pieced together what he was hearing, not that anyone could miss it, really. It seemed Rin had been over at the place he remembered her telling him about, the wildlife reserve in Kenya. Why, he wondered, had she chosen that desolate location in the middle of nowhere, abandoning her dream of attending LSE once her A Level’s were done with? It seemed out of character, for her to relinquish a goal she had held for so long, no matter how much fondness she had for the place she’d told him about.  

Why Africa? It didn’t make sense. Had he made good on his threat to release the video of them having sex to the internet, he’d quite understand her desire to run away, find refuge in a place like that. But he hadn’t. Why had she vanished? These questions and more bubbled upon his tongue, but the threat of Sokoro’s ire as well as his own exhaustion after once again brushing up against death kept him silent, resting his head against the window as he watched the dawn break over the countryside. 

Just under two hours later and they were turning into the long driveway that led to Mulford Hall, the vast property exactly as he remembered. How different would life be for him now, he wondered, if he’d ignored his father and deleted that video the last time he was there.  

Stepping from the car, he felt a little lightheaded but not so much that it impeded being able to walk unassisted, not that he was likely to receive such, Rin and Sokoro striding ahead to the side door. He could see it in his mind, the eighteen-year-old version of her standing there in her big sweater and socks, sighing. It still needled at him, how he’d killed dead the connection he had with her, all in the name of power and business, both of which he’d ended up losing anyway.  

Even if he’d still lost everything, he had a feeling he’d have never lost her in it all, had he done the right thing.  

They walked into the kitchen, Rin taking a large, paper bag and sliding it across the counter to him, her eyes not meeting his. “Here, clean clothes. Go take a shower and make yourself comfortable. I have a meeting to get to. Sokoro will be here, keeping an eye on you, so don’t even think about trying to escape.” 

He raised an eyebrow, lifting the bag from the island. For a brief moment, it flashed through his mind, her sitting where the bag had previously been, and him between her legs, fucking the living hell out of her. “So, I’ve been kidnapped, then, opposed to being saved?” 

Her eyes met his then, without any trace of warmth. “You’re here for a purpose. I’ll be back later.”  

The revelation of that purpose was one he’d have to wait upon a little longer, he supposed, Rin exiting and leaving him being stared down by the Kenyan giant of a man, his arms folded.  

Sean couldn’t help but wonder if he’d fared better to have been left hanging. 

#sean wallace fanfiction #sean wallace smut #gangs of london fanfiction #sean wallace x ofc #sean wallace fanfic #sean wallace fic #gangs of london fanfic #gangs of london fic #joe cole #london will burn #sean and rin

[ask-the-dolldrops]

idk if this is a weird question, sorry if it's childish, but even though you're dolls, do either of you play with dolls or plushes? can dolls play with smaller dolls? sorry if i'm treating the dolldrops like kids, i don't mean to be rude, i'm just curious honestly!

☀️: "Hey friend! Not a weird question at all! You see-" *shakes his body as a stim* "-We were created to be treated like kids! So no offense taken!"

🌙: "Even though we're technically adults and used to take care of the children in the daycare... Our new bodies and coding were meant to be more of a safe way to let children learn how to take care of those smaller than them..."

☀️: "By being small like this, but still understanding like an adult... Kevin did a great job by making us be balanced like that!"

🌙: "However... It was very hard to let the new coding affect us... I don't... Wanna be seen as a child. Or taken care of as such. It's embarrasing..."

☀️: "Aww, Moony! I'm still glad you at least let me and Chill to see that side of you! It means you trust us!"

🌙: "Sun-!! They don't need to know-!" *hides his face with his hat*

☀️: "A- Sorry Moony! I thought it would be okay to tell!" *tries to comfort Moon*

🌙: *mumbles* "Whatever... I... Like when Chill rocks me to sleep..."

☀️: "Back to your ACTUAL question! We- I do like playing with dolls... Sometimes, I guess? I like making paperdolls and sock puppets and give Chill the BEST puppetshows they've ever seen!"

🌙: "The most dramatic ones as well..." *chuckles* "... I like plushies a bit more..."

#dolldrops #sunny answers #moony answers

[otdiaftg]

Jean turns on Kevin and speaks in quick, furious French. "What the hell is this?"

"His antagonism is a personality flaw we're learning to live with," Kevin said. "Live with," Jean echoed, like the very idea offended him. "No! You should have dealt with him two weeks ago when he first stepped out of line. We trusted you to discipline him. Why doesn't he know his place yet?" "Neil has no place in Riko's games," Kevin said. "He is a Fox." "He is not a Fox!" "Funny," Neil said in French. Jean wasn't expecting him to understand them and shot Neil a startled look. "I'm pretty sure the contract I signed said Palmetto State University." "A contract does not change facts," Jean said. "Did you forget who bought you?" "Bought me," Neil repeated. "Nobody bought me." Kevin frowned, lost. "Jean, what are you talking about?" Jean looked like he swallowed a stone. "You don't know." It was supposed to be an accusation, but it fell flat. Jean shot an incredulous look between them. "How can you not know? Why else would you have recruited him, Kevin?" "He has potential," Kevin said. Jean's laughter sounded more than a little hysterical. "God save you both, you useless fools. No one else can. How either of you have lived this long when you're so miserably stupid is beyond my capacity to understand."

Day: Saturday, September 9th Time: 5:49 PM EST

#aftg #all for the game #neil josten #trk #the raven king #the foxhole court #andrew minyard #palmetto state university #psu foxes #andreil #on this day in aftg #otdiaftg #palmetto state foxes #otdi all for the game #nora sakavic #the foxes #on this day in all for the game #kevin day #nicky hemmick #aaron minyard #coach wymack #betsy dobson #abby winfield #matt boyd #dan wilds #renee walker #allison reynolds

[doubledyke]

Now asking: how do you think would be Edd's relationship with the kids post-BPS, who seems to be the least commented and speculated. In the show proper we see the kids like and tolerate Edd the most and Edd is fairly nice and gentle to them, but he never seemed that interested on making friends with them compared to Eddy or even Ed. I guess every one in cul-de-sac living in peace always had been Edd's dream, but he don't seem to have so much in common with them nevertheless. I guess he could form a genuine, close bond with Nazz, Jimmy (and who know, Sarah), but his relationship with Rolf and Jonny always is somewhere between either being ''neutral friendly'' or just undefined. Ideas?

(Unpopular headcanon: I think would be really funny if Kevin and Eddy ultimately perceive how much in common they do have, would get closer and closer, and become best friends... and Edd would be somewhat jealous or resented of this, like shovelchin had kind of ''stole'' his best friend. Quite unlikely, but a really funny scenary on my mind).

yeah i personally don't think edd has much interest in being friends with most of the other kids on any meaningful level. he and jimmy's friendship could very well continue to grow after bps, but i don't see him making an effort to hang out with kevin, jonny, rolf, sarah, etc. he and rolf would be semi-friends because he's intrigued by rolf's culture and rolf has always been pretty decent to the eds. plus he's good friends with ed. jonny is also ed's buddy but edd still finds jonny kind of unbearable and keeps his distance. edd and kevin have their own drama (see below) and don't get along, and he flat out just doesn't like sarah. but of course he's very personable when eddy drags him along to the occasional shindig.

he and may are friendly, again, mostly because of her relationship with ed. he and marie strike up a conversation when he notices that her interest in him has significantly diminished. edd (being the snob he is) is surprised to find that she's really smart and funny oh and gay. he's possibly the first person she tells bc she knows he's a good guy. lee on the other hand, doesn't trust him as far as she can throw him and thus does not like him.

edd and nazz flirt back and forth for a long time and eventually date in high school. my own hcs about it are still sort of being developed but i for sure think they'd date and possibly maintain or rekindle a friendship after they breakup. eddy doesn't care!!!!.... 😐 he just thinks it's funny that-

kevin and eddy do have stuff in common but not so much that i see them building a real friendship over it- certainly not long-term. eddy might end up redirecting his admiration for bro onto kevin after bps bc he does still crave that sweet validation from someone (older?) who he sees as cool, well-liked, masculine, has a giant chin, etc. he'd be disappointed again when being friends w kevin doesn't live up to his overly idealized expectations. during the time that they're being weirdly pally, edd is on standby waiting for the other shoe to drop. he just hates to say "i told you so", but does he really?

kevin revokes eddy's dork status and invites him to the get-togethers. at first it's out of pity for what he witnessed but he's shocked when eddy turns out to be fun to be around. eddy's not really interested in the things that kevin is (bmx, monster trucks, 60 minutes) but pretends to be so that he can fit in. and get jawbreakers.

but that's exhausting and they start to grow apart when eddy gets too comfortable and starts letting the less palatable parts of his personality come through, namely his irritability and bluntness. by high school they're on not-so-great terms again, in part due to the whole edd and nazz thing really pissing kev off. he expects eddy to do something about it, "tell double dickweed to stay away from nazz" type stuff.

#this is clearly just my hc shit and not necessarily based on “analysis” per se #the usual disclaimer applies: everyone's entitled to their opinion #there's another ask in my inbox but i'll get to that one later #text

[theunbearableweightofpedropascal]

Revenge, a dish best served cold

AN: I'm still a beginner so there's probably tons of mistakes. Very self-indulgent. I hope y'all like it. :)

Summary: Benny is the love of your dear sister's life but all bets are off when she fucks your boyfriend.

Word Count: 5.3K

One of the perks of working in a bookstore was that you got free reign of the newly delivered books, as long as your manager didn’t find out. Not that Randy would really care but it'd be better to keep your transgressions to yourself. Combing through the romance section you look for anything that would spark your interest. But after looking them up and checking reviews you don’t see yourself reading any of them. 

The loud chime of the bell atop the door alerts you that it’s time to get back to the front desk. Walking up you see a middle aged woman who immediately starts toward the stacks, so you wait for her. You notice she’s been over in the romance section too long and approach. 

“Is there anything I can help you with?” You ask in a perfected customer service voice.

“Oh yes actually my book club is planning on reading ‘It Ends With Us’ by Colleen Hoover '' You fight the urge to grimace at the mention of that author and help her locate where it is. Even though the avid reader in you wants to point her in a better direction. After checking her out you manage to sneak a peek at your phone and see you have 7 minutes until closing. 

With the hope of no more customers you start preparing everything to close. You grab your bag and bid Randy goodnight, heading to your car a few blocks down from the store. As you decompress you check your phone notifications. Your boyfriend Kevin informed you that he’d be busy preparing for a mock trial coming up, so he can’t do anything. Your sister Vanessa has plans to bar hop and spend the night with her friends. Not wanting to spend the night alone, you make your way to the nearest grocery store. 

You pick up wine and the ingredients to make Kevin’s favorite broccoli cheddar soup. He may be cramming but he wouldn’t resist you cooking for him. You’d be content just being around him. Making your way to Kevin's, your excitement grows because you felt like there was a distance between you. You weren’t sure why, probably the stress from him being in law school or maybe his parents. But either way you were determined to take care of him tonight and make him feel appreciated. 

You park across the street and fluff up your appearance before getting out along with the groceries. Walking towards his door you’re stunned, what shocks you is your sister's car in the driveway. You know it’s hers too because of her bumper stickers. She was supposed to be with friends so why is her car here? Especially since they both claimed to be busy. Confusion morphs into fear making you stop and think, you don’t believe that either would betray you. 

But two opposing sides of yourself are fighting, on one hand maybe he’s talking to her about proposing. But you already had that talk, you weren’t ready and he’s still in law school. It’s not like they were close, if something was going on she’d come to you. Everytime they were together you were there but maybe that wasn’t true either. What other reason would she be here? To plan a surprise birthday party even though your birthday just passed. Soon you lose hope in the two people that you truly trust. The fighting ceases once you realize there really is no other explanation. 

Still you can’t or rather don't want to believe it even if it’s staring you in the face. You cautiously weigh your options. Ultimately you know what’s going on behind the door, no matter how deep you wish to suppress it. You pull out the key he gave you and unlock the door to step inside. You drop the bags when you see her shoes. Fears you didn’t know you had have now become true.

You take a moment before walking further. The living room is empty with his books and notes scattered on the table. As you come closer you see Nessa’s purse on the loveseat. The evidence becomes damning. Nearing the stairs, you hear a repetitive thump. Your heart drops to your stomach and your hand shakily covers your mouth. Forcing yourself to climb the steps knowing that each step brings your inevitable heartbreak is one of the hardest things you’ve done. 

Once you reach the top of the stairs it’s undeniable, you recognize those grunts and groans. You hear Nessa’s voice. Your stomach curls in disgust, of all the people he could have chosen it had to be her. It was already bad enough you had insecurities but to have everything you were insecure about be totally correct, you’re not sure how to come back from this. You don’t need the visual confirmation, that would be too much. You just need to get out of there. Running down the stairs you don’t care how much noise you make. You grab your bag and slam the door, you keep a brisk pace not wanting to be cornered into talking to one of them. You would probably throw up if you didn’t have an empty stomach.

Inside your car everything is blurry when you rub your eyes you realize it’s tears. You could feel the sob you want to let out clawing its way through your chest and up your throat. It sits there like a heavy weight making your breathing scarce. You don’t have time to dwell so you start your car and begin to pull off. From your peripheral you see the front door fly open, you sneak a glance and see Kevin in just his boxers waving his hands and shouting. You press on the gas before he could make it to the car. 

You only drive for a short distance and pull into a park to let out the sob that had been lodged in your throat. The already stiff air was filled with non-stop buzzing. Phone calls and text messages but they soon realized you wouldn’t pick up the phone and resorted to just texts. You sat there with dried snot on your sweater and throbbing eyes wondering where it went wrong, in both relationships. Were you not enough for Kev? Did you do something to slight Vanessa and didn’t know it? 

Texts from Kevin and Vanessa show they are both still trying to apologize. As if an apology will fix what they did. Kevin swears it was the first time and a mistake, you don’t think your eyes could roll further into your head. Vanessa alleges that it was a “lapse of judgment” and that your “sisters”. Something about that just makes you want to get violent, if you were truly “sisters” she wouldn’t of fucking done what she did. She wouldn’t have contributed to one of the most hurtful betrayals. You didn’t expect Kevin to cheat but you could’ve gotten over it, Vanessa on the other hand you really were blindsided by what she did. That’s the part that stings. Boyfriends come and go but your sister is supposed to have your back, help you get through it not be part of the cause. 

With your thoughts becoming too much you start the car again and put on some music that would fit your situation. Mitski. You make the drive to your apartment but stop at a gas station to pick up some cheap wine that’ll put you to sleep. You walk in and the bright lights make your sensitive eyes throb even more. While browsing through the selections you think about how your night went so far left. It brings a fresh set of tears to your eyes, you take that as a sign to grab the biggest bottle and head to the cashier. 

“Bad day huh?” He says with a slight grimace after looking at your appearance.

“A charmer” You deadpan. “Do you have any Raw rolling papers?”

He nods asking if “You got I.D.?” then looks at you with suspicion. So you pull out your I.D. for him to investigate. You put on a sarcastic smile when he’s looking back and forth to give the full effect. He hands your license back and adds the rolling paper to the bag, handing it to you after you pay.

Arriving at your door you barely have the will to unlock it, your emotional exhaustion catching up. Once you're inside you head for your wine opener not caring that you haven’t eaten since your lunch break. At least you’ll get drunk faster. But you know you can’t cook right now so you go to pull up ubereats only to see a multitude of messages and missed calls from your sister and soon to be ex. You text them both that they need to stay away from you until you’re ready to talk. You immediately go to mute them so you don’t get the notifications anymore. 

Once you’ve put in your order your thoughts drift back to what could’ve prompted this. You could feel him pulling away emotionally but you perceived it as stress. Never did you think Kevin would do something like this. He could’ve dumped you then went after Nessa and you would’ve been ok, eventually. But now they’ve scarred you in a way that is unforgivable. How would Kevin like it if you fucked his brother or sister? Would Nessa feel the same as you if fucked one of her exes?

Suddenly the light bulb in your head goes off. Benjamin Miller, Benny for short. The one man that your sister wanted to be with forever, except he wasn’t the commitment type. Oh the amount of times she came to you saying that she would be the one to fix that. Only to come crying to you about how she keeps trying but he won’t budge. You told her how it was a bad idea going into a relationship wanting to change someone. Especially when she knew exactly what she would be getting into. 

Benny was the hottest guy in school when your sister was in highschool and by the time you reached high school people were still talking about him. Benny knew he was hot too so he never wanted to be tied down long, Vanessa stupidly believed she was the key. One of those ‘oh but I can fix him’ attitudes. Even at 9 years old you knew better. She and him were on and off throughout high school although it was never as a couple. He must’ve got tired of her constantly trying to change him cause after graduation Benny broke things off for good. He told her he couldn’t be what she needed so they were better off separate. Then he went off to the army with his brother.

She was inconsolable. Refused to leave her bedroom for weeks until your mom made her come downstairs to eat with the family. She never truly got over him, even now the guys she dated had a likeness to Benny himself. Which really confuses you on why she went for Kev when they were opposites. But you knew if you really wanted to hurt her and Kevin simultaneously he was your key. 

You started on instagram, that would tell you what you needed to know. You type in ‘Benjamin Miller’ only to come up short, not losing hope you input ‘Benny’ instead. Lo and behold it’s him, the profile picture is small and he’s aged a bit but it definitely is him. You look through his page and find he is single with two dogs and he does MMA. He must have good stamina. You linger a little longer on the shirtless pics than necessary but you can’t help it. You see why your sister lost all sense of decorum when it came to him. 

In the midst of your lurking you end up like one of his oldest photos. From 2015. Although your handle wasn’t your name you were easily identifiable by your profile picture. However this is what you wanted so you decide to just follow him. It was a little past 10 so he should still be up. In the meantime you dive deeper into your wine. Your phone pings and you dive for it, but it’s just your food being delivered. Disappointed, you pick up your Chinese from the hallway and upack it while browsing the TV. 

After chugging half the bottle you get your rolling papers from the bag and roll two joints. While out on the balcony you smoke and allow the warmth & fuzziness to take over. You go through your instagram deleting every picture with Kevin and Nessa. It’s an hour later when you see the notification that he requested to follow you back. 

You immediately accept the request knowing the copious amount of wine mixed with weed is pushing shame and decorum to the back of your head. After you accept his request he likes an old picture of yours. You decide to cut the bullshit and just DM him. Though you have no idea how to broach the subject you bite the bullet. 

“This will sound odd but I promise I’m not crazy. I just caught my ex-boyfriend fucking my sister, aka your ex Vanessa. The reason I contacted you was because you’re like the love of her life and I know for a fact it would crush her if I slept with you or just say I did and you corroborate it. As you can see I’m really fucking desperate here.” You press send however you see the mistake you made with the last sentence and prepare for more word vomit. 

“Not that sleeping with you would be a bad thing and I would be desperate to do that, I meant I’m desperate for revenge and I would very much enjoy sex with you I think. Unless you don’t want to” You nervously start chewing your lip in anticipation of his answer. Worried that maybe your plan won’t pan out and you may have to actually deal with the fallout sooner than later. Through your overthinking you almost miss his response.

“That’s definitely an ice breaker, however I’m more than willing to help you. I never could say no to pretty girls like you. ” His reply has your mouth drop wide open in sheer shock that he didn’t automatically block you after that. Once you register what he said, heat floods your face. 

“You know I already want to have sex with you you don’t have to butter me up” You don’t need him to feed you bullshit lines. 

“You know if you hadn’t attacked me first I was going to ask you out.” He makes you laugh, a genuine laugh that makes your head fly back.

“Well I didn't mean to pounce on you but I can’t say I regret it. We should meet first yk to avoid catfishing and stuff. Would you want to maybe grab coffee with me” You cringe at how awkward you sound even through text. 

“Sure for ‘catfishing and stuff’ purposes, if you wanted to take me up on the date you could've just said so sweetheart.” 

The pair of you come up with the plan to meet at a cafe not too far from you tomorrow afternoon. You leave the conversation at that and go back to your room in search of what you’ll wear. You decide on a white v-neck and barely appropriate shorts to go with some white sneakers. Simple enough that it won’t look like you tried but still enough to draw his eye. 

You head to the shower to sober up a bit before laying down and end up letting the hot water just run all over you. You moisturize after getting out and head to bed. The wine helps lull you into a peaceful sleep you wouldn’t have gotten otherwise.

…………………..

You wake up extra early to prepare yourself for this meeting, this plan is basically your motivation right now. Upon putting on your outfit you decide to apply a nice blush to your cheeks to liven your face. Mascara and eyeliner follow suit to balance any remaining puffiness out. You double check that you have everything before grabbing your tote bag and leaving. The closer you get the more nervous you are, but it’s the excited kind of nervous. 

The jingle of the bell above the cafe door must alert Benny you’re here, you don’t even get a chance to look around before he’s calling your name. You look in his direction to see him waving and smiling at you, so you reciprocate the action too. He picked a table in the back probably for more privacy. As you get closer he stands up to greet you, something you didn't expect. He may only be wearing a red band tee and some jeans but his shoulders stretch the shirt in a way that has your mouth watering and cunt clenching. His tall frame towers over you, and if you didn’t have size kink before you sure as hell do now. But his eyes are what really hold your interest, the pretty sky blues framed by his long lashes make him even more stunning in person. 

You’re so nervous by the time you reach him you put your hand out to shake his, only for him to smack it away and pull you into a hug. Your face is pressed into his muscular chest while his arms wrap around your hips. His cologne makes you take a deep inhale before you can stop yourself, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He pulls away to peer down at you. 

“I figured you needed a hug after y’know everything” his deep voice is bringing that tingly feeling back to your stomach. Feeling grateful you give him a soft smile as thanks before removing your arms from his side. He pulls out your chair for you before taking his seat. You notice two drinks and a bunch of creamer and sugar. “Oh I wasn’t sure what kind of coffee you drink so I just got black and some creamer.” He says with a nervous smile. 

“Some?” you tease him, he smiles back at you sheepishly.

“I wasn’t sure which flavor you’d like.” he defends himself while scratching the back of his neck.

“Well thank you I appreciate it.” you say beaming at him. You begin prepping your coffee the way you like, and start drinking it while admiring Benny before he catches you. “So,” you clear your throat “are you sure you want to do this, you can totally back out I know it sounds insane”

You don’t expect him to gently clasp your hand and rub circles on it before saying, “I already told you I’m all for it. Honestly I dont know what I’d do if my brother did what Vanessa did, it’s fucked up so however you need me to help I’m here.” His gaze portrays how genuine he’s being.   

No longer able to hold his intense stare you look down and bite your lip, waiting for your butterflies to subside. You take your available hand and sip some more coffee before asking, “So why don’t you have a girlfriend with all this charm?”

“Serious relationships are time consuming and I just didn’t have time to maintain them properly. I think that could change soon though.” You felt the double meaning in his answer, and your cheeks become hot without the help of coffee.

“People say it’s a bad idea to jump from one relationship to the next.” You give him a pointed look.

“Well it’s a good thing patience is one of the fundamental things they teach you in the army isn’t it.” He smiles at his cheekiness and in turn so do you. “Not to ruin the moment but how exactly are we doing this revenge thing?” He asks.

You grimace before responding. “I’m stumped there too, just saying it isn’t satisfying, a sex tape would be too vulgar and there’s a risk it could be passed around. Plus you seem nice but we still don’t know each other. A picture doesn’t feel like enough I need them to know what it felt like to walk into something like that-” 

Benny cuts off your rambling, “Then why not have them walk in on us like you did them. You text them to come to your place and ‘work things out’ only to find us fucking.” 

“I actually really like that idea” Scheming with Benny may just become your favorite hobby. 

“How much did you like it, like do I get a kiss?” He straightens himself up before continuing. “I mean we’re gonna be doing it anyways so might as well.”

You lean over to give him a peck on the lips but he keeps your head there by holding your neck. His soft lips carefully move along with yours, taking your lead. While caressing his arm you tilt your head to the right so your nose doesn’t get in the way. Anybody walking past would think you two were a couple meeting up for coffee. You pull away first fearing that you were getting too carried away.

Benny leans back with a shit eating grin. He licks his lips and looks at you, “Mmm what flavor is that? Strawberry?” liking the way your lips tasted.

…………………..

The plan was in motion and you already texted Kevin and Vanessa that you were ready to talk and hear them out. Was this a healthy way to process your emotions? No. You should probably talk this out with a professional however this seems like it’ll make you feel better. Plus it’s free.  All you have to do now is get ready.

After checking over yourself in the mirror you appreciate the way that the two piece red lingerie looks on you. The bra hugs your tits perfectly allowing them to look their absolute best. The thong leaves nothing to the imagination which is something you’re sure Benny would appreciate.Though the garter belt cinches your waist in a way that gives you confidence you haven't felt lately. You top your ‘outfit’ off with a bright red lipstain to match.

Your doorbell sounds and you know it’s Benny. Surprisingly he’s been really helpful to you throughout all this, texting and calling to check up on you. He’s a lot different than you perceived him to be but you’re glad he proved you wrong. You grab your robe and tie it before opening the door to let Benny in. He doesn’t hesitate to pull you into a hug only this time it’s far less innocent due to his hands rubbing your ass and squeezing it in appreciation. 

“I swear you get prettier and prettier every time I see you. How are you feeling hm?” He rubs his hand up and down your sides making the butterflies in your stomach go further and further down. 

“I’m excited actually, is that weird?” Your hands find themselves resting atop his broad shoulders that are covered by a tracksuit. 

“Yeah you’re just excited to be using my precious body for your revenge.” He’s only joking but you still stand on your toes and gently press your lips to his. He presses your body to his as close as he can get it while molding his lips to yours. The heat from his body makes you want more; you gently bite at his bottom lip eliciting a beautiful groan from him. Moving your hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck you gently pull at his hair forcing him to part his lips. You go to slip your tongue in but Benny pulls away causing you to whine. 

He bends down next to your ear to whisper, “You gonna let me see what’s under here?” you respond ‘yes’ breathlessly. Your heart races while he unties your robe, you study his face and how concentrated he is for this little task. Once he gets the robe untied his eyes quickly look back up at you and you see his pupils blown wide, the pretty blue in his eyes barely visible. 

His hands grab your hips and lift you up without any effort. Your legs wrap around his waist while your hands find purchase on his shoulders. He lays you down on your couch so he can kneel in front of you keeping your legs apart. He doesn’t take his eyes off your body while telling you, “You look so beautiful baby I almost don’t wanna take it off.” As much as you enjoy the praise you need him to do something, “Benny please, I need you.” and you can’t help the way you mewl. 

That’s all he needed to hear before pulling your thong off and pocketing it for later. His big, meaty hands are placed behind your knees so he can put your knees to your chest and lick a flat stripe up your slit. His tongue teases you by narrowly avoiding the place you want him most, causing your cunt to clench in need. It’s all too much but not enough at the same time your hands grip at your cushion hoping to ease some tension. He finally allows his tongue to lick inside you looking for your sweet spot, he knows he found it after your hips buck involuntarily. He groans into you causing you to moan from the vibrations you feel. 

Benny pushes his face even deeper causing his nose to rub against your clit in the most delicious way. Between him flicking that gushy spot in you and his nose you tell him, “Right there, keep it just.. just like that.” even you can hear how desperate you sound. He actually follows your instruction and doesn’t fuck up his rhythm causing your head to fall back limp. You can feel your juices mixed with his spit dripping and making a wet spot under you. He must feel how much it is since he starts lapping at your pussy. His hands remove themselves from your knees allowing you to freely grind your hips. You run your fingers through his hair and grip it to bring him impossibly closer. His mouth moves from your slit to clit so quickly, all you can do is babble nonsense and rock into his face. 

You feel your orgasm rising slowly, the feeling expanding until it explodes while you rock your hips into his face. Your stomach clenches and unclenches until your ride out your high on his face. Slumping back in the chair you catch your breath before pulling Benny up by his face to give him a kiss as thanks. You can taste yourself on his lips and on his tongue, Benny takes this time to unhook your bra and take it off. He moves from your lips to your neck, sucking and licking enough to leave a mark. 

You push him back and go to stand up so he can sit on the coach. This time you’re kneeling in front of him, rubbing your hands on his thick thighs until you reach the waistband of his shorts. After pulling them down his cock springs up leaking pre-cum, you take the time to look at it and note the pretty pink tip. A long vein going from tip to base and looks as if it’s throbbing you get excited when you see it curves downward. Looking up at him you note the flush in his face and kiss his inner thighs which has him sucking in a breath. 

You start off licking his vein from base to tip and swirling your tongue around. His hips begin to buck slightly as if he’s trying to hold himself back, except you don’t want that. Your lips wrap around his tip and suck as you go as low as you can. His groans only encourage you to take as much of him as possible. Since you only make it about halfway you use your hand to cup his heavy balls while you bob your head up and down.

“You’re doing so good pretty girl, fucking perfect mouth.” his head is thrown back and his hands gripping your poor cushions so hard his veins are popping out. You placed his hands on the back of your head giving him permission to fuck your face. He wastes no time gripping your hair and pushing your head down to meet his hips moaning at the warmth of your mouth. 

He stands up to have better leverage and begins an even rougher pace with his balls slapping against your chin with each thrust. Soon enough your spit is dripping down your chin while you service him. You grip his ass and nuzzle your nose in his pubic hair making his hips stutter at your sudden movement. He’s panting when he pulls out of your mouth and lifts you up to stand. 

“Need you on your hands and knees.” You spare no time and do exactly as he requested. With you facing the door he came in behind you placing his hand on your back so your arch can He continues to push himself in deeper allowing you time to adjust to him. However you don’t need much time since you’re clenching around him begging for more, and he obliges you. His hips begin snapping against your ass leaving you panting like a bitch in heat. All that could be heard in the living room is skin slapping against each other. Between his hips snapping to meet your ass, and his balls slapping your lips you don’t know which is driving you more crazy. 

You can’t help but to throw your ass back at the same pace as him causing him to let out the most sinful moan you’ve heard. You hear your door open and snap your head up to catch the look on their faces. Kevin walks in with Vanessa but they stop short when they see what’s actually happening. As terrible as it sounds seeing the heartbroken look on each of their faces paired with Benny’s unforgiving pace had you gushing all over your couch, Benny’s abs, and even wet up his balls. He rewards you by bringing his hand down on your ass and telling you you’re such a “good girl” for getting his dick so wet unlike anyone else. 

That must have triggered something in Vanessa because with tearful eyes she calls you a, “Fucking bitch” that went too far. Kevin’s face morphs from disheartened to disgusted agreeing with Vanessa that you did take it, “too far”. Like you care. They leave and slam your door on the way out but that doesn’t mean Benny is done with you. He pulls out and stands you up so he can lift you onto his hips. 

“Wanna see that pretty face when I cum.” he explains while lining himself up to go back inside you. Your nails dig into his hard shoulders once you feel him slipping in and out of you. The intense eye contact has you clenching down on him so much there’s probably a white ring on his cock thanks to you. You know he’s close when he starts rutting into you with no thought other than stuffing you full. You desperately bring his lips to yours while he empties his load into you. He moans in your mouth while sliding out of you, causing you to hiss at the emptiness.

Benny releases you to the ground but your knees buck causing Benny to keep you in his arms. He walks you to your bed and lays you down before going into your bathroom. He comes out with a warm towel to help clean you up, you’re too tired to do much of anything except stare at Benny. He cleans himself up next before coming to lay next to you telling you to rest. You lay your head on his chest and let his heartbeat lull you into a well-deserved nap. 

#benny miller #benny miller x female reader #benny miller x reader #triple frontier #triple frontier smut #benny miller x f!reader #absolute filth #triple frontier fic

[copperdaisy]

Did I ever ramble about my TRON OCs? I probably have in the past but heck, I am in a rambling mood so here we go again. Going with the most developed one because the references for the others are on my external HD and I don't feel like digging it out right now.

This is Drive, a soft spoken, Bit loving System Utility who drew the short end of several sticks in life but somehow managed to survive despite it. For a given value of 'survive'.

(It's okay, he gets better. He just gets roughed up first. A lot. Thanks for everything, Flynn.)

Drive is a System Utility written by Kevin Flynn somewhere towards the middle of the Golden Age of the Grid. He is part of the Database Management suite that specializes in defragging and organizing data sets. In the Good Times™ he was a jovial, upbeat program that was not terribly concerned about the political side of things. His friend circle was comprised of both Basics and ISOs (mostly Arjians; he rarely encountered Bostromites) and his opinions on Flynn could best be summed up with the '¯\_(ツ)_/¯' emoji. The End of Line was a regular haunt of his, where he befriended the mp3 DJs and had a reputation for being a terrible dancer. Life was good. But, you know what they say about good things...

Drive almost met his end when Arjia was destroyed. He had been working on a remote data terminal near the city and got swept up in the invasion. Cornered by a pair of Sentries who questioned what his business in the area was and where his loyalties lay, he was unable to answer to their satisfaction. They left him alive but horrifically scarred both physically and mentally. He was able to escape the destruction of the city, barely. Things would not improve much in the cycles that followed.

In time, rumors would being to circulate among certain circles that there was a weak link in the Database Management suite - what remained of it. You see, in Flynn's faltering attempts to balance the Grid and his responsibilities on the other side of the screen, he had rushed his coding. Drive had been written with a faulty directive re: information sharing permissions, and without self defense protocols. This meant that any information Drive processed in his work on the various databases was in danger of being shared if he was asked or told to do so, as there were no limits set in the permissions. His lack of fighting ability (or even the option to access his disc or light batons as weapons) made him a sitting duck. This vulnerability was taken advantage of by players on both sides throughout the cycles. The once gregarious program became an anxious wreck, plagued by the pain of new wounds and old.

Desperate to overcome a directive he had no hopes of defeating, he began to butcher his memory files. He couldn't give up the info if he didn't remember it, right? While this did stem some of the problem, this drastic action caused a multitude more. As time wore on his coding became more and more damaged. Drive began to suffer from glitches. Small ones at first, then more severe ones that left him dazed and confused, not unlike a program who was not properly synced to their disc. By the time Sam Flynn entered the Grid, Drive - who had somehow managed to survive to that point - was on the cusp of either turning into a Virus or literally falling apart from the mounting instability lurking in his code.

His fate at the end of Legacy, as well as that of the Grid in general, is up in the air. In the RP group I played him in years ago he overcame a lot of his trauma - and gained a few more. He learned how to trust others again. He had his chest crushed by Rinzler while trying to prevent him from breaking into the Archives. He made new friends and was reunited with old. He nearly derezzed when his code started to experience cascading failures due to the damages. He was found and rescued in time to save his life. He fell in love. He eventually let a User completely repair his coding and rewrite his faulty directive. He learned to live again and how to be happy.

Here are a few more miscellaneous facts about him.

Drive has three Bits: regular Bit Alpha, NAVI Bit Beta, and an adopted NAVI named Gamma that he found hiding in a data terminal.

Gamma was Anon's NAVI and took shelter in said terminal after its owner's demise. While Gamma never bonded to Drive's code like the other two it still obeyed him... more or less.

Drive once dated an ISO named Katina. Their split was amicable when they decided they made better friends than lovers. Katina was killed when Arjia was destroyed.

The program Drive found love with in the RP group was a rerezzed Anon. They were friends for a long while before their relationship turned romantic. It was Anon who found Drive suffering the near fatal glitch that gave away his until then hidden condition. Much earlier on in their relationship Drive had helped Anon, who was injured after a run-in with a Virus.

Parkour is one of Drive's hidden strengths. Following his recovery he sometimes helped train new Security programs by leading them in a 'wild Bit chase' race.

Speaking of wild Bits, Drive has a habit of setting out energy dishes for the wild Bit flocks on his balcony. As such, he has many Bit friends besides the two and a half that are his.

His theme song (one of them) is Iridescent by Linkin Park

Drive has several siblings who also suffer from various effects resulting from Flynn's distracted coding sessions. Might ramble about them later.

Every Siren he has ever interacted with has called him some variation of 'adorable'. He's still not sure what to think about that.

In the Good Times™ there was more than one instance of him winding up in a platonic sleepy puppy pile with the End of Line DJs after their shifts. He also spent some time hanging out with them in their booth on occasion. Watching them craft their music was fascinating to him.

#TRON #TRON Legacy #Copper's OCs #TRON OC