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[topguncortez]

Who's The New Kid? || Whumptober Day 15 - J. Seresin x Shy!Wifey

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synopsis: Jake and Y/N start to look at when their relationship changed and drove them towards the arms of others

word count: 3.6k

@ailesswhumptober prompt: transformation

warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of a miscarriage, mentions of an unwanted pregnancy, divorce, mentions of pregnancy depression

Neither one was sure when it started. When the divide between them grew so big that it was beyond repair. They had both put up barriers around themselves that were too hard for one another to break down. They both slowly pushed each other away and into the arms of others. No one had seen it coming, but at the same time, they did. 

Phoenix had caught Jake talking to some barracks bunny at the Hard Deck and leaving with her. Bob had caught Y/N sitting in the park talking to another man. They had seen the signs, but they didn’t want to ask, too scared to find out the truth. The whole dagger squad had seen the shift in Hangman’s behavior. His flying became more reckless, his attitude was worse than normal. Rooster had asked Hangman if he was okay, and Jake had just brushed him off. 

“Seriously Bagman, what the fuck is your problem?!” Phoenix asked him, as she took her helmet off of her head, “You’re flying like you’re on a damn suicide mission. What is going on!? Is something going on at home? Is it the kids? Y/N?” 

Phoenix saw his whole body change at the mention of his wife. Jake stopped in his tracks and turned around to face her, his jaw clenched and his green eyes cold. That’s when it seemed to hit the whole dagger squad. The perfect couple that they had all fallen in love with, was not so perfect anymore. Phoenix didn’t say anymore, and neither did Jake, who just walked off into the hangar heading for the locker room. Rooster had hung around that night, seeing if Jake was going to go home, instead, he went to a barracks room across base. 

“I think he’s cheating,” Rooster said over drinks one night, “He didn’t go home the other night. And then when I drove by Y/N’s house, all the lights were off.” 

Rooster had tried reaching out to her for weeks, wanting to see the kids he considered his niece and nephews. But Y/N told him that now was just not a good time. And it was true. The issues between Jake and Y/N had spilled over into the attitudes of their kids. Alex, Ella, and Eli had all been acting out and causing issues. Y/N even had to go pick up Eli from daycare for hitting other kids. The arguments that lasted for hours kept the kids up, no matter how many times Y/N tried to get Jake to lower his voice. 

Jake hadn’t seen her or the kids in two weeks, since the night she asked him to leave. He hadn’t been sleeping, he had been pushing himself to the end of his rope and he was ready to break. The only people who knew the truth of what was going on were Admiral Simpson and Maverick. Admiral Simpson had given Jake advice and resources to help him through everything, while Maverick was pretty much a shoulder to cry on. Neither one liked seeing one of their best pilots going through this, but it was inevitable in their line of work. 

Jake’s knee bounced up and down rapidly as he waited in the waiting room of the lawyer’s office. He knew that she was running behind. It was just her and the kids, and it always took her some time to get them all roundup and in the car. Jake was nervous about how this would go down, but he knew he had to keep things civil with her. His head lifted as the door opened, and Ella ran right to him. 

“Ella Bella,” Jake sighed, and hugged his daughter, standing up from his seat, “Hey,” He said to his wife. 

“Hi,” Y/N said, holding Eli in her arms, “Say hi to daddy, boys.” 

Alex apprehensively walked over to his dad and hugged him, and Y/N handed Eli to her husband. Eli was still too young to really understand everything, but Alex knew. Alex was a smart boy, he had just turned seven and was already way ahead of his peers, something he clearly got from his mother. Alex had noticed there was a problem with his mom and dad, and he had also come to the conclusion that his father had hurt his mother. He was always a momma's boy, and it made Jake’s heart both swell and break at the thought that he would always protect his mother. 

“So I can have them for the weekend?” Jake asked again, even though he knew the answer. 

“Yes,” Y/N said softly, looking down at her shoes, “This uh. . this is for you.” She pulled out a manila envelope that was in Eli’s diaper bag, “I told my lawyer I wanted to give it to you. It didn’t feel right just having some stranger deliver-” 

“Divorce papers,” Jake said, not taking his eyes off of his youngest, “You didn’t want a stranger coming to tell me that my family is falling apart.” 

“You act like this is my fault,” Y/N said, rolling her eyes. 

“You’re not innocent in this either.” 

Y/N sighed, and pinched the bridge of her nose, “Please, can we not do this.” She finally looked up at him, her eyes were wet with tears, and Jake felt guilty for everything. She took a deep breath and blinked back tears, standing up a bit straighter, “Alright loves, I’m gonna go now.” 

Ella let go of Jake to run back over to her mother and hugged her tightly. Y/N kissed her cheek and told her to behave and to not be too mean to her brothers. Alex hugged Y/N extra tight and sent a glare to his father which didn’t go unnoticed. The hardest goodbye was for Eli. The little boy had never spent a moment away from his mother, and here he was, going to spend the next three days in the care of his father. Eli cried, and wouldn’t let go of Y/N, which made Jake feel even worse about this whole thing. 

“You’ll be okay, baby, I love you so much,” Y/N said and kissed his tear-stained cheek. 

“Momma!” Eli cried, and Jake tried to soothe him. He could see that his other two children were growing ansty at Eli’s pained cries and so was Y/N. She blew him and her other kids a kiss before leaving the room quickly. As soon as she was out of sight of her children, she let her tears fall as she walked to her car. 

“It’ll be okay, lil man, we’ll all be okay,” Jake said, trying to assure himself more than the children. 

— — — 

The room was tense as they sat on opposite ends of the small couch. The space between them was large both physically and emotionally. Their therapist, Doctor Merritt was looking over her notes as Y/N spun the ring on her finger. She took her engagement ring off weeks ago, but couldn’t bring herself to take off her wedding band. Jake had taken his off, it was one of the first things she had noticed about him when he walked in today. The gray ring that had sat on his ring finger for almost a decade, was missing, leaving behind the almost permanent tan line. 

“So, what brings you two here, today?” Dr. Merritt said. Jake and Y/N glanced at each other quickly and then looked away. 

“I want to try and salvage our marriage,” Jake said and Y/N sucked in a breath. 

“Y/N, what about you?” 

She swallowed and looked at the therapist, “I guess I want the same.” 

“You guess?” Jake said. 

“Jake, not the time,” Dr. Merritt scolded, “Y/N, what do you want? What do you hope to get out of this?” 

“I want things to not be awkward between us. I want to be able to get along for the sake of our children,” She could feel Jake staring at her as she spoke, “And I uh. . . I want to be able to move on, in a healthy manner. If it’s saving our marriage, then it's that. If it's. . . taking the steps towards divorce then so be it.” 

Jake felt like his heart had been smashed to pieces as he listened to her. He had to tear his eyes away from her before he broke out in tears. Doctor Merritt wrote down all that they said, making her own notes. 

“Alright, let’s start from when the fighting first started. Y/N you said it was back during Jake’s last deployment. Can you explain what happened?” 

— — — 

“What do you mean you have to leave?” Y/N asked as she walked down the hallway behind her husband. Jake didn’t say anything as he went right for the kids’ playroom, hearing the shouts of their kids coming to greet him. Ella and Alex hugged him tightly and Jake kissed the tops of their heads. 

“I am being sent on a mission. All of us,” Jake said, and placed Ella on his hip. 

“F-For how long?” 

“I’m not sure,” Jake said and turned to walk out of the room. Jake went to the kitchen so he could start on dinner. Placing Ella on the counter. The past week Jake had been acting weird, his behavior towards Y/N had been short and a bit snippy. Y/N had tried to press and ask him what was going on but every time Jake just shrugged it off and said she wouldn’t get it. 

“Well, we are having a baby in three months,” She said, rubbing her belly. 

“I know.” 

Y/N was taken aback by his words. Jake was usually ecstatic about Y/N being pregnant, but he had been cold this whole time. She thought that maybe there was a part of him that didn’t want another baby. That Y/N had read this whole situation backward. Maybe, he wasn’t ready to have a baby so soon after losing their baby. 

Y/N had been right around twelve weeks along when the doctor told her that she no longer heard a heartbeat or saw a fetus. It had been the hardest thing to digest as she lay there on the exam table, trying to comprehend how she missed this. How did she miss the fact that she had lost a baby? How does she move on from this? Jake had been the strong one, keeping the tears out of Y/N’s eyes and explaining what happened to the kids. 

It was only a year later that Y/N had gotten pregnant again, this time with a little boy. The whole year after the miscarriage was harder than any of them could imagine. Y/N could hear Jake crying at night and vice versa. They had been cold to one another, focusing solely on their two kids. They had hardly even touched each other, but one night everything seemed to shift. They realized that they needed each other, needed to touch each other, to hold one another. Neither one thought of the possibility of having another child, and foregone the condom. It wasn’t until four weeks later, that Y/N was staring at a positive pregnancy test. 

“Okay, so you do know that I’m pregnant,” Y/N sassed and Jake stopped in his tracks, turning to face her. 

“It’s kind of hard to forget,” His eyes pointed down toward the protruding baby bump, and Y/N felt self-conscious. This pregnancy had been a bit rough on her from the extreme morning sickness to the weight she had added on. She hadn’t added on much weight, but it was enough to make her feel self-conscious and want to hide away. Usually, Jake was always telling his wife how beautiful she looked, even when she was seven months pregnant. But now, it seemed like Jake didn’t have the time of day. 

 “It’s not gonna be that long.” 

“O-okay,” Y/N stuttered, “Well, are you going to put in for extended leave?” 

“I’m not sure yet.” 

— — — 

“You acted like a whole new person when you returned from that mission. You seemed to actually be excited about having another baby,” Y/N said, looking down at her hands. 

Jake sighed. He could remember how he acted after finding out about Y/N’s last pregnancy. It wasn’t that he wasn’t excited to have another baby, it was that he was still reeling from the loss of a baby. He didn’t know how to react, he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to be happy and celebrate having another baby. But he had talked to Penny, who had also had a miscarriage before having her daughter Amelia.

“I wasn’t sure if I could be happy about Eli when I didn’t even get a chance to get to know the baby before that,” Jake’s voice cracked as he covered it by clearing his throat, “It didn’t feel right. . . it still kind of doesn’t feel right.” 

“So instead of telling me that. . . you decided to go sleep with another woman,” Y/N shook her head. 

“Y/N," Doctor Merritt scolded her, "Did you guys talk about it? Was there talks about having another baby?"

"Of course there were," Y/N said, "We had talked about it and were trying again before it happened. . . it just wasn't going. . . as easy as it had been."

— — —

Y/N angrily tossed yet another negative pregnancy test in the trash can. Jake sighed as he ran his hands down his face, sitting on the edge of the bathtub. He felt her pain and was somewhat upset by the result. This had been month three of actively trying to conceive and Y/N was about to throw in the towel. She watched her cycle, seeing her peak times of ovulation, which she found wasn’t a very long time and happened at random times during the day. 

“Maybe it’s my diet,” Y/N said, leaning her hands against the counter, “I read that sometimes that can affect fertility.” 

“Or maybe,” Jake said standing up from his spot, “It’s just not our time yet,” He placed his hands on either side of Y/N and kissed her cheek. 

“We have been doing it all the time,” Y/N shook her head, and pushed away from Jake, “Something is wrong. When I got off birth control to have Ella, I got pregnant within my first cycle. It’s been months! And nothing.” 

“We can go see Doctor Miller if you want,” Jake said, mentioning her OB. Y/N looked down at her hands. She wasn’t quite ready to face the music and go see a doctor for this. She knew that secondary infertility was a thing and had read about it in some of her parenting books. But getting pregnant with Ella had been so easy and not a problem at all. 

Y/N sighed, “No. We just gotta keep trying. Do the old-school methods. Keep my hips elevated, change up my diet a bit, keep tracking my fertility windows.” 

Jake nodded and walked to his wife. He gently held her face in his hands and made her look up at him, “It’ll happen. I know it will. We will have another baby.” Y/N smiled and kissed him. 

— — — 

“Oh fuck, Jake, right there,” Y/N moaned out, her nails digging into Jake’s back. Her hips hurt and every thrust felt like sandpaper but they were in the middle of her peak fertility window and they needed to keep going. 

Jake grunted and buried his face into her neck. He was also utterly exhausted from doing nothing but having sex. It didn’t even feel like lovemaking anymore. It was starting to feel like a complete chore to him. He’d come home from work, or even leave work early whenever Y/N said it was her fertility time, and fuck her. It was so cut and dry, with little to no foreplay being done and getting right to business. 

“Fuck,” Jake said and pushed himself up with his hand. He had been trying for a little over thirty minutes but it was just not happening. He couldn’t remember the last time he had this problem, but he just couldn’t get himself to cum, “I’m sorry, baby,” Jake shook his head and Y/N looked at him confused. 

“What are you doing?” She asked as he started to pull out. 

“I can’t cum,” Jake said dejectedly and pulled out of her. She winced and Jake could see the faintest sight of blood leak out of her, “I’m sorry but my balls are empty.” 

Y/N didn’t say anything but nodded and turned on her side away from him. Jake felt a pang in his chest as she clutched her pillow and pulled the blankets up to cover her bare body. Usually after sex, there were soft kisses, cuddles, and checking in on one another. Y/N was the best at pillow talk, and would always run her hands through Jake’s hair, smoothing down the locks she had messed up. But now there was nothing. 

“Hey,” Jake said, coming up behind her to spoon her. Y/N gently shook her shoulder, brushing him off, “Did I do something wrong?” 

“I don’t know,” Y/N mumbled, “We were in peak ovulation. My egg was about to drop. Probably missed the chance now.” 

Jake clenched his jaw and flopped down on his back. She was mad at him and he could tell. Whenever Y/N was mad, she didn’t yell and let her face turn red. No, she got quiet and would shy away from you. Jake took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm himself down, but it wasn’t working. He pushed himself up from bed abruptly, which caused Y/N to look over her shoulder. 

“You’re fucking mad because I couldn’t fucking cum?!” Jake yelled, standing up from bed. Y/N sat up, clutching the blankets to her front, “All I’ve been fucking doing is busting a goddamn nut!” 

“Well, clearly you haven’t!” Y/N yelled back, and then immediately regretted it. Jake could see it in her eyes. He chuckled darkly and shook his head. He grabbed his boxers, slipping them up his legs, and then walked over to his dresser, getting a pair of sweatpants. 

“Where are you doing?” Y/N asked, rubbing her temple with her fingers. 

“Out,” Jake simply answered, walking into the closet and grabbing a sweatshirt. 

“Where?” 

“I don’t know!” Jake yelled, and Y/N cowered. He felt bad but he was too blinded by anger to care at the moment, “I need to get away from you. Jesus, all we have been doing is fucking. I come home from work, and we have sex. I wake up in the morning, and we have sex. Every night before bed, we have sex. I am exhausted! My body hurts! And I know yours does too,” Y/N could feel the ache between her legs. He was right, it had started to hurt even sitting for her. 

“This isn’t the healthy way to have a baby,” Jake said softly, and Y/N felt the tears start to roll down her cheeks. He sat on the bed in front of her and leaned in to brush away a tear with his thumb. 

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” Y/N said barely above a whisper, but Jake heard it. He frowned and grabbed her hand. 

“I think it’s time we see someone about this,” Jake said and Y/N shook her head. Seeing a doctor meant confirming every fear that ran through her head. Y/N didn’t like doctors anyway. They always spoke way above her head and whenever she’d ask them questions, they would talk down to her like she was stupid. She wasn’t stupid, she was incredibly smart, but most got that and her shyness confused. 

“Baby, we have-” 

“No, we don’t!” Y/N pushed Jake’s hands away from her, and crossed her arms over her chest, “Everything is fine. We just need to keep trying,” She pushed herself up to her knees, letting the blanket drop and her chest became exposed, “I read about this one-”

Jake gently pushed her away from him and stood up, “No, I can’t do this,” He said and grabbed his wallet and keys from the top of the dresser, “Let me know when I get my wife back.”

— — —

A sob left Y/N's mouth as she sat back on the couch. Jake leaned forward so his elbows were on his knees, running a hand down his face. Those months until they gave up on trying for Eli had been the toughest months of their marriage. They both wanted another baby, they both weren't ready to be done yet. But neither one was truly ready for it yet.

"I thought, I would be okay with it," Jake sighed, "I just. . . When she had Eli, I was happy. I was happy to have a healthy baby."

"But you weren't happy that I was pregnant," Y/N answered, "And instead of telling me that, you went and fucked someone-"

Jake scoffed and turned his head to face his wife, "What about your little crush on Rooster? Hm? You're not the only one here who found comfort in someone else."

Y/N stared at her husband, his green eyes were like a window straight to his broken heart. All she wanted to do was to hold him and tell him that she's sorry. But Jake turned his head and went back to looking forward.

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[spidernuggets]

Jason Todd x Reader

Warning: Mentions of suicide attempt

"You're not crazy, Y/n! If anyone thinks so, they're the crazy ones-"

You laugh. "Thanks, Jason. I like being friends with you too."

"Jesus, keep it down, would ya," you say groggily, rubbing your eye as you walk out of your room, utterly confused at the commotion unravelling in the lobby. "The fuck is going on?"

"You people are insane! I'd rather be with Deathstroke than with you assholes..." Jason says, the last statement he claims more quietly. A harsh truth, revealing how little his supposed teammates thinks of him.

"Jason drew crosses all over my mirror after telling me to go get looked at by a fucking priest!" Rachel yells in anger.

You looked over at Jason in confusion.

"Yeah, I told her to get looked at, so what?" Jason yells back. "You almost fucking killed me! And I didn't draw those crosses, I haven't got a fucking clue what you're on about, how many time do I have to say it!"

You stare at the two, still delirious from your interrupted nap. Jason would say some fucked up stuff but drawing crosses? He wouldn't go that far. Barking and yapping is the most he'd do.

"And he put a beer bottle in my room," Hank says.

"And a picture of Elis," Dawn adds.

"And an orange soda bottle," Donna finishes.

The adults list the things Jason presumably planted in their rooms. But for what motif? Just to piss them off? Wait. Jason literally fell from a building like, what? Yesterday? Why the fuck would he pull this shit then..

"Wait, wait, wait. Pause, I can not stress this enough," you say. "I understand Rachel's situation, what the fuck about you guys?" You ask the other adults.

"Jason just put some shit that was deeply connected to our past in our room. If he pulls something like this again, I'll forget what team he's on," Hank replies.

You cross your arms. "Okay, did any of yous tell Jason about this deep shit about your past?"

Rachel and Gar's head turned to the adults as they all looked at each other with doubt.

"Oh my fucking days," You scoffed, aggressively rubbing your temples.

Before you can scold at them, you notice Jason is already gone.

Jeez, maybe I am a shit teammate.

You ram into his room first and instantly run out when you see he's not there. You check the surveillance room, the training room. Not there, either. Finally, you speed up to the roof. And there he was, standing at the edge.

Your heartbeat's pace picked up.

"Jason," you called out. He looked over his shoulder, then looked right ahead of him.

"C'mon, Jason, get down from there. We can work this out," you slowly say, taking small steps towards him.

You see him shake his head. "There's nothing to work out," he says. "I'm just gonna fuck things up again. There's a poison in me. That shit spreads. Hurts even the most healthy people."

You stip at a safe distance where Jason wouldn't make any irrational movements if you'd come any closer, and you lean against the ledge near him.

"Mm, well, what about people who's already unhealthy?"

Jason turns his head to look at you in confusion.

"Jason, all of us here has been through some tough shit. From my experience, this 'poison' you're talking about, it's nothing compared to what I had to face. I'm sorry that they accused you, Jason. I don't even know why they did- they don't even have a good reason to," you explain, making sure he knew that you were not against him, that he wasn't alone.

"I don't know if this makes any difference," you continue, "but I believe that you didn't do any of that."

"You don't?" Jason asks in disbelief, yet still a hint of hope in his voice.

"Of course I don't. You're my teamma... You're my friend, Jason," you reply back, thinking it's safe to step closer to him as you reach a hand out towards him. "Please come down," you pleaded.

Jason stares at your offering hand for a while, then glances the view in front of him before returning his gaze to your hand.

He sighs, taking your hand in his and steoping diwn from the ledge, leaving a gasp of relief from you before you pull him into a tight embrace.

A few seconds later, you push him away, realising you may have crossed some boundaries.

"Sorry.. I- I'm just glad you came down," you admitted as Jason just shrugged in reply.

You sighed as you sat down, your back leaning against the ledge, patting the ground beside you, inviting Jason to sit beside you.

"Jason, you are kind of an asshole. I mean, you did tell Rachel to go get looked at by a priest- I know she almost tried to kill you, but she still needs to get a hold of her powers. I'm not saying it's not a reason to be scared of her! If I was in your place, I'd be freaked out by her, too. Just give her some time. Plus, you did call both her and Rose freaks..." Jason slightly nods at his mistake. "But... you're one of the most extraordinary people I've ever met," you admit as it seemed like Jason's head could've snapped off his neck from how fast he turned.

"Don't let it get to your ego," you say before continuing, "I mean, you can spar blindfolded! You survived being kidnapped by Dr. Light and Deathstroke. Oh... and Jason," you call out to him before you shift yourself to face him properly. "I know you're always saying you're okay after your... fall. But it's not a sign of weakness to ask for help. You don't need to prove yourself to anybody. Not to me, at least," you finish, placing a hand kn his shoulder for assurance.

All Jason does is look at you, probably searching for any sort of trap or lies or whatnot. You believe you've said too much that things got awkward and he probably wants to be alone.

"Yeah.. I've been talking for too long," you agree to his probable thoughts as you try to get up.

But Jason stops you, grabbing a hold of your arm.

"No," he says, "I... Thank you," he confesses as you take your place back on the ground. "Yeah, I guess I am an asshole," he continues, looking at the concrete underneath him. "I don't know... It's just shit I say. Sometimes, I say it without thinking. I say a lot of shit without thinking," he admits his wrongdoings.

"And that's okay," you reply, placing your hand on top of his. "We make mistakes. But we talk it out, and we forgive."

"I didn't put all that shit there or draw the crosses, I swear-"

"Jason, you don't need to try convince me. I told you, I believe you," you reassure him.

"Didn't really believe that you believed me," he shrugged. "The others still probably think I'm insane."

"If they do, I'll just punch some sense into them," you tell him. "Besides, they can't think you're any crazier than me."

Jason's eyebrows scrunched together. "What do you mean?"

"Oh shit," you laughed. "You never knew about how I became a Titan, and how I even met the others,."

Jason shakes his head.

"Well, I was running away from my mom. Criminal, but not one of those well-known ones. Robbed a few jewels here and there, had some of her workers try and catch me. Then, when I lost them, the only place I could think of staying was an alleyway. Luckily, it was on the safe side of town. That's when Dick found me. Brought me back to the tower-"

"He really has a thing for bringing unconscious people back to the tower, huh?" Jason interrupts, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"That sounds horrible without context," you say, then continue, "but yeah. When I woke up, I was absolutely shitting myself. I was my bag, but when I got to the elevator, the passcode wouldn't unlock. That's when everyone came. Hank, Dawn, Donna, Dick, Gar, and Rachel. I was so freaked out. So I threw my homemade bombs at them-"

"I'm sorry, bombs??"

"Calm down. They were just glitter bombs," you say as Jason makes a face in both confusion and amusement.

"Bht my mom taught me a few tricks. Pinned Gar to the wall with a couple of knives. Dawn was stuck to the floor with some knives, too. I think Hank was blinded by some glitter. But yeah, eventually, they got me to calm down," you finish, laughing at the memory.

"Jesus... I still can't get over the glitter bombs. I thought you just made flash and concussion bombs," Jason says.

You shook your head. "Nah, I only learned how to make those later. The glitter bombs were just a hobby. So, I guess you yourself aren't as insane as you think you are. I mean, even when I used to go to school, kids would think that I'm crazy, but I probably am, like, glitter bombs as a hobby? I-"

"You're not crazy, Y/n! If anyone thinks so, they're the crazy ones-"

You laugh. "Thanks, Jason. I like being friends with you too."

Jason's reaction is hesitant, but he smiles and laughs with you.

"C'mon, let's go back down. You need a rest. A long rest. We can even listen to that loud metal music you listen to," you say as you get up, dusting yourself off.

suggestions for part 2?

Jason copies you, getting up and wiping any dirt off from his pants, and a genuine smile on his face as he follows you down back to his room.

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[muneca-lemon-steppa]

Interviews for New Beginnings: Part 1

Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader, Fluff

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Swearing, Period Era Sexism

A/N: Hi guys! This is my first fic in over a year, but I dont know I just wanted to have fun! Also lets be real... i needed these ideas out of my head. Please enjoy, have fun! Have an amazing rest of your day! Hi everyone!!! So this became a multi chapter story! This has been so much fun and I am so excited to see where this story goes! If you are interested in continuing this story, go to my tags and click ‘Interviews for New Beginnings’ there all parts will be together! Eventually I’ll put together a master list for it! Love you guys so much, I’m so glad you guys are having fun!!

You had heard about this job from your cousin Eli. And maybe that should’ve been the first clue that perhaps this may not have been a completely legal or safe or upstanding or above the table or whatever good adjective your parents could come up with position. But you had told Eli that you needed a job! And he did find you one! And your parents should be overjoyed that you will be working in the same “bakery” as a male cousin. It’s not proper for a woman to be working without a family member’s presence… especially where there are other men in the office.

“When you go in there be sure to look strong, but not too strong, emphasize that you’re docile and you want to please him.” Eli had been quizzing you about your skill sets and how you were to behave in the interview the entire walk to “The Bakery”. And while Eli was so sweet and more of a brother than a cousin… you couldn’t keep your irritation at bay.

“Tell me Eli… am I interviewing for the position of personal secretary or personal wh-“

“And don’t be so quick with that mouth of yours! Listen… Mr. Solomons is one of the most important men in Camden. This could be a really big opportunity for you. Being the personal secretary of one of the biggest names in the city can give you a steady income and some real independence! But that means you can’t be so…”

“Myself?” You say with a cocked brow and a bumped hip.

Eli’s eyes lit up as if a child he had been teaching finally understood arithmetic, “yes! Yes exactly! Listen while you’re in front of Mr. Solomons, it’s ‘yes sir’ and no questions asked. Got it?”

You sigh and roll your eyes. It felt like you had had this conversation so many times in different ways. Why did your parents care to educate you so much if you weren’t allowed to use your mind? You had asked your father many times, if God gave you a mouth and brain, why shouldn’t you be allowed to use them? And he was never really able to answer beyond a couple phrases talking about the ‘role of women’. You had just been fired from a doctor’s office due to talking back to an unruly patient. Truthfully, this was your last shot to get real independence. It was either this job… or letting your parents begin the process of finding a husband.

You finally reach the door of the bakery, and Eli turns you toward him to fix your hair and straighten your sweater, “Ok ok. Here we are dearest. Now just follow me, don’t make eye contact with everyone and just… be good.”

You chuckle out a, “Yes mum.”

With a laugh he shoves your arm, and gives his name to the young man standing by the door. With a nod he opens the door and lets you in, quickly following Eli’s steps.

While Eli said you couldn’t make eye contact with anyone he never said you couldn’t look at the bakery. It didn’t take you long to notice that while all the men were wearing aprons… there was a distinct lack of… bread… or anything to do with bread. Soon after this you began to feel that memorable tickle in your nose. Rum you thought to yourself. With a smirk you ran up behind Eli and whispered, “Wow quite the bakery Eli. Does the family know about your little rum house job?”

His face was pale, and he was clearly in no mood to joke. With a huff you returned to your previous pace, and you see that the office is just ahead.

Suddenly you feel the flush in your neck, and begin to steel yourself. You had of course heard about Mr. Alfred Solomons. The King of Camden. The Brave War Captain turned Ruthless Gangster. Eli was not kidding when he said that Mr. Solomons was one of the most important people in the city. He ruled the community. This was not the time and place for your mouth to act up. This was the time to behave and play it safe.

Eli rapped the door of the private office gently, and was met with a gruff, "What now!?"

Eli with a shaking hand opened the door, "Mr. Solomons? It's me Eli I..."

"What the fuck do you want eh? Come on now yeah you interrupt me and just stand there acting like you've been struck dumb by God. Come on!!"

Eli kept stammering, basically useless, so you stepped up, "Mr. Solomons, I'm Eli's cousin. I'm here for the secretary position."

Mr. Solomons eyebrows furrowed, looking you up and down. You couldn't help but feel like a child in front of his stare. Fiery, discerning, and just plain terrifying. "You said you're here for what?"

"The secretary position. My cousin said you were in need of a secretary."

Mr. Solomons looked at Eli and looked at you, "And you think you're qualified for a secretary position?"

The heat in your chest started to grow. And you could feel your temper begging to be let out. But you had to make a good impression. You needed this job. You needed to be sweet and to behave.

You nodded, "Yes sir, I can assure you I am I-"

"I'm sorry treacle but this simply will not do." Mr. Solomons cut you off. "What I am doing here right? I'm running a legitimate business. I am running something very difficult that little girls like you simply could not deal with yeah? Now run along and go do whatever young girls do yeah?"

"Mr. Solomons I-"

"Treacle now you're making me a little frustrated right, I said run along now."

You could feel the heat rising and rising, and Eli tugging at your sleeve, "Mr. Solomons if you will just listen-"

Mr. Solomons rose from his desk, "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE I SAID LEAVE."

"I AM YOUR NEW SECRETARY DAMNIT."

The room went silent. The entire bakery went silent. And from the corner of your eye you can see different men pausing, waiting to see what would happen next.

Alfred Solomons, for the first time in his life, was left speechless. The last woman who had yelled at him was his mother. Usually, women run and hide from him upon the first interaction. Men have wet themselves from his bellowing. Yet... this little woman is standing here, screaming at him, demanding to be heard. He did not know what to do, he could only stare at her.

You tried to be good. You really did try! But it was too late now. Mr. Solomons was just staring at you, and you had a point to make.

"Mr. Solomons, I am the most capable secretary that you will ever have walk through these doors. I am fluent in Russian, Yiddish, Hebrew, and French. Not only can I read and write, I was the best in my class in maths. I am a damn good baker, though clearly you do not need my services there. I am incredibly punctual and polite and am able to talk to anyone. And to top it all off, I make a very good cup of tea. Now I put on my best dress and shoes and I walked 45 minutes to get to your ridiculous office and I will be damned if I will leave here without a job! Do I have your attention now sir?"

While you were speaking Alfred Solomons had slowly lowered himself into his seat, with a smile on his face. He was stroking his beard, considering your fiery eyes, and the shape of your lips while you yelled at him. He began to laugh to himself, "Come sit down treacle. Eli, get the fuck out, stand by the door."

You turned to look at your cousin, but he had already closed the door behind him. You walked to the desk where Mr. Solomons was sitting, and took a seat directly in front of him. Where he had been leaning back in his chair, he was now leaning forward on the desk, resting on his elbows on top of a thick layer of papers. His eyes twinkled, and a handsome smirk played on his lips. Your rage was still simmering, and it was hating you for staring at those eyes.

"You can read and write?"

"Yes."

"How fast can you type?"

"80 words per minute."

"You're good at math?"

"You want to put a slate in front of me and have me recite a King's speech as well Mr. Solomons?"

He barked out a laugh, "Fuck me. You've got a sharp tongue on you don't you?"

"I have language why not use it."

"Fucking hell...alright listen here you little viper. I want you here every morning at 8 o'clock. Ready to work. You will have many a late night in this job. You will be my personal secretary, which means when I say "come here", I better see you before I finish that sentence. You'll need to write letters for me as well as manage my meetings alright? You will be my shadow. Any questions?"

"What is my salary?"

He paused, staring at you, seemingly trying to see how low you would take, "4 pounds a week."

"6"

"Good Lord what do you need 6 pounds a week for? 4 and a half and thats generous."

"Mr. Solomons I'm not stupid I know what you do. You need me. You want to become a respectable businessman you need someone like me to make sure your affairs are in order. I know you are working with many different people, and you need my abilities. I am the best you will ever have. 5 and a half."

Alfred keeps stroking his beard...wondering how the hell Eli could be related to someone so strong... and how much it was going to cost to keep you, "5 pounds a week. And I will give you a Hanukkah bonus."

"...And Rosh Hoshannah off."

"Done."

You stood to shake his hand, firmly, though he kept smirking as he shook yours. "Alright my little viper, I will see you tomorrow. Bring ink and a notebook. We start at 8."

"Thank you Mr. Solomons. You won't regret this!"

"Alfie. You will call me Alfie from now on."

The way he said it while staring into your eyes brought a heat to your cheeks, and you prayed that he couldn't see any change in your demeanor. "Alfie." You whispered as you nodded and walked away.

He couldn't help but linger there in that moment, watching you walk away, speaking animatedly with Eli. Never had he ever felt so... struck by a woman before. He had women before of course, but no woman had captivated him the way you just did. He needed you. He needed you with him, in any way that you allowed him to have you near. Maybe this was a mistake, but he highly doubted it. How could a mistake be so beautiful?

"OLLIE!" He yelled, "WE NEED A DESK AND CHAIR NOW!"

#alfie solomons x reader #alfred solomons #alfie solomons #alfie solomons x y/n #alfie solomons x you #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders #this is my new hyperfixation #i just love him #daddy i love him #Interviews for New Beginnings

[snowblossomreads]

Day 3: The Snowball Effect

Pairing: Eli Michaelson x StudentFem!Reader

Summary: [Y/n] goes to her professor in need of a lesson of how chemical reactions work. They opt for a more practical demonstration.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): age gap, student/professor. dubious moral, oral (male receiving) and a wild usage of the prompt (throws holy water at myself)

Word Count: 2.1K

A/N: @deepperplexity I want to apologize for the way I used this prompt. 🤣It's a reflection of me as a person and I am flawed LOL. Thank you for understanding. Now lets get to the story while I go get some help 🤣🤣

MDNI

A different way to describe a chain reaction as he told [Y/n] was to imagine a snowball going down a hill and accumulating more snow as it went down before finally accumulating enough to cause an avalanche.

He explained to her that she should focus on how the snowball rolling down hill was the initiation of the reaction, followed by propagation - it accumulating more snow as it rolled down the hill becoming an avalanche at the end and finally, the termination of the reaction. When the avalanche finally comes to a stop and loses all its momentum and forward energy. That's how he said she should think about it.

After the explanation, he asked her if she had any more questions as she had stared at him with a bit of a confused twinkle in her eye. And something more.

"Dr. Michaelson-."

"Eli dear call me Eli."

"Eli I've never seen snow before. I think I might need a more practical example of this."

Who was he to not oblige his pretty little undergrad who had come to him for help?

"A practical demonstration you say? Well you're in luck," he drawled, a hungry grin on his lips as he eyed the woman sitting across from him who was shamelessly rubbing her thighs together already, excited for what was to come. "It just so happens that I was going to add one of those practical demonstrations to my syllabus. Mind helping me see how effective it is in teaching?"

She didn't even have to think about her answer as she popped up from her seat quickly and walked around the desk to his side only to find him rubbing his already freed cock that had an angry red looking head that seemed ready to burst.

When had he had time to do that?

Never mind that she was more interested in the demonstration as he had so called it as she dropped to her knees in front of him. Maybe she shouldn't have worn the skirt considering how seasonally cold the floor was. She should ask him to turn on the heat next time knowing he would probably continue to insist on her wearing something well…accessible.

Turning his chair so that he was facing her and she was facing his cock, Eli removed his hand from himself before directing the kneeling woman to wrap her hand around him firmly but not too tightly.

"That's right wrap your fingers around it and feel free to squeeze oh that's it," he hissed as her cooler digits did as he commanded causing his hips bucking up at the temperature contrast. The contrast of temperatures brought an interesting sensation that was not at all unpleasurable as his cock twitched at the feeling.

"Good girl that's right, now go ahead and move your hand up and down and keep that grip of yours," he directed in a low grunt as she did as he told her.

"Like this sir?" She asked with a tone of innocence as she began to pump the thick member with a practiced paced that he wondered if she had been practicing with any of the boys in her class.

No no, he kept her occupied enough.

"Exactly ah fuck you learn quick don't you," he praised letting out a loud sigh of pleasure to let her know how much he was enjoying the hand job.

"Now open that mouth of yours and lick all around the tip, don't forget the slit ugh fuck yes that's my girl…then I want you to fuck your mouth with my cock can you do that?"

"Yes sir," she answered with no hesitation as she bowed her head, fingers still pumping his pulsing member before she was flicking her tongue around his tip and tasting the warm velvet flesh.

She tested the waters with light kitten licks around the head and small kisses before dipping her tongue in the sensitive slit that had Eli grabbing the arms of his chair and thrusting upwards involuntarily.

"Ugh Uhhn!"

Someone was sensitive today she thought briefly but she had no qualms about that as she continued doing as he had told her. She did enjoy hearing his grunts and groans as she alternated between rubbing his slit with her thumb, smearing him arousal and licking him clean. The salty tang of him was addicting as she swallowed the liquid each time it touched the tip of her tongue and soon enough she was sucking him off with her cheeks hollowed and noisy moans leaving her.

She bobbed her head up and down on his shaft while her hands grabbed at his thighs for purchase as she took more of him down her throat with each pass of her lips. Over and over wet gags filled the room along with expletives coming from Eli who was letting her do all the work of demonstrating his practical explanation of what a snowball effect looked like.

Though she wasn't sure if they were quite there yet.

"Fuck that's it use that little greedy mouth, fuck naughty little thing," he praised as she moaned and gagged on him yet went to take more until she was burying her face in his lap at one point.

It drew out a loud elongated raspy groan from the older man as he sat upright suddenly from the shock of pleasure that filled his veins. His sudden action caused his cock to slide deeper down her throat than she was prepared for causing her to almost choke. Yet she held her composure only letting out a loud whimper as he began to lift his hips up slowly thrusting into her already stuffed mouth.

"Oh god I'm enjoying this, ugh so much fuck gonna come in that little mouth of yours," he loudly grunted as his hand found the back of her head and began to push it down in tandem with his thrusts. "Don't swallow do you fuck understand? It's essential you keep all my semen in you mouth when I come!"

"Mhmmh mhmm!" She could only hum her understanding which only caused his cock to feel like it had hardened even more in her mouth at the vibrations.

That only meant one thing, and within in a few more moments of thrusting he came with a noisy shout of her name as as his sticky salty seed began to coat the inside of her mouth.

It was so much that she was scared he might drown her with it as he had told her not to swallow and she was keen on obeying. Thankfully he must have known how much she could take as he was pushing her off his cock only to have a few spurts paint her face causing her to let out a garbled whine.

She held her mouth closed though as she watched him lean back on his chair. Hair and shirt disheveled, face red and sweat beading on his forehead from the exertion of well...having her give him a blowjob for the sake of education.

"Now come sit here," he panted out pointing at his lap. "Open your mouth and let's see if we've collected enough of our test sample."

Scrambling up from the floor, she quickly planted herself on the knee of his spread legs before opening her mouth showing the pearly liquid that she held in her mouth.

Humming in approval at the sight, Eli ran his hand up her body before giving her tit a nice firm squeeze causing her to shut her mouth and groan at his touch.

"Excellent, with that we can do the actual demonstration, all you need to do is kiss me to start the reaction, oh you like the sound of that don't you?" He teased when she let out a low whine at his direction that was accompanied by him squeezing her side causing her to make another squeak.

"After that you just need to deposit our sample into my mouth, and then I'll give it back to you, and we'll do it oh about five times should be enough to get the point across. We can redo it later if we need to try again. Now come on let's get to work."

Hand cupping the back of her head and pushing it forward without warning, Eli pressed his lips against the woman's harshly licking at the seams of it before she was opening them and letting his cum slip into his mouth.

He groaned at the taste as it was now mixed with her saliva making it even sticker as he added his own before swapping it with her again. It was a messy process and [Y/n] was sure there was a bit running down her chin but it didn't stop her from letting him spit the substance in her open and waiting mouth before she was adding more to the mess.

They did this five times as he instructed, each time the ball of saliva and cum mixing before it was back in [Y/n]'s mouth causing her to puff her cheeks as the volume of liquid had indeed increased with them swapping it back and forth.

Taking a pleased look at her, Eli swooped down and gave her one last kiss before commanding her to.

"Swallow."

She did with a barely audible 'gulp' as he watched with a devious smirk plastered on his face.

"And that's what we call a snowball effect, I think it's a great way to teach don't you think?"

"Mhmm, but I think we may need to retry it.”

"Really and why's that?"

"Well Eli I think the sample loss some of it's volume due to human error," she pointed out, though her voice took on a teasing tone as she swiped some of the cum that had landed on her cheek and proceeded to suck it off her digits. His eyes followed her movements and he let out a soft groan, shifting in his seat as he felt his cock twitch at her salacious action.

"And I want to make sure I have a concrete understanding. Can't let my professor down now can I?"

Smirking at her 'reasoning' the older man could only let out a amused laugh before his hand trailed down and squeezed her ass causing her to moan and push herself closer to him.

"Such a studious student Ms. [Y/n], well then, let's repeat the expriment and see if we can improve our sample collection technique."

A/N: I just I'm so sorry LOLOLOL. No actually I'm not 🤣I hope u guys enjoyed this unhinged mess.

#eli x reader #eli michaelson x reader #alan rickman fanfic #alan rickman character #rickmas #rickmas2023 #smut

[elegantjellyfishwerewolf]

My top villains (from dumb to smart)

Warning: This post is not intended to offend anyone, the author is just sharing his observations

In this post, I decided to make up the top villains of trollhunters from the dumbest to the smartest (as for me, such tops are much more interesting than the placement of characters by strength, because in most cases you already know who will be in first place). The actions of villains from trollhunters only will be evaluated here.

10) Morgana:

Her main problem is that she does using her arsenal of spells on maximum and instead of attacking with shots of magical energy from a safe distance, she creates small energy daggers and goes into close combat, although this makes no sense (it is as if gunmar, fighting with his sword, tried not to hit the opponent with a sharp blade, but tried to hit him with the hilt of the sword). Her second fatal mistake is that she gave Angor freedom and was genuinely surprised when he betrayed her and decided to take revenge for everything she did to him (What prevented her from taking Angor's soul again so that he would not betray her at the most crucial moment?). And can someone explain to me why she didn't kill Merlin at the end of the third season? That is, she just tossed him from side to side, throughout the series she said how she wanted to kill him, and then just left him alive and went to deal with the hunter?

9) Otto:

For some reason, he sincerely believed that Gunmar cared about changelings and that Gunmar would lead them to a bright future. But what a surprise! It turns out Gunmar didn't care about changelings from the beginning, well, yes, he never hid his disdain for them. Someone will call it loyalty, but for me it's dibilism when you betray the current head of the Order of Janus and instead of taking the vacant throne yourself, you kindly waited for the tyrant who eventually used you.

8) Bular:

As for me, Bular is one of the most impulsive characters in the whole series. The most striking example is when in the second series, literally in the middle of the day, in a place where there could be unwanted witnesses, he decided to attack a new hunter and, as expected, was defeated. He also continues to underestimate his opponent, even when Jim killed stalking, it is not surprising that with such disregard for the enemy, he died before all the antagonists.

7) Goblin from the episode about creepslayerz:

He appeared relatively little on the screen compared to other villains, but during this time he, firstly, set Steve and Eli on Jim, and secondly, led the Creepslayerz on a false trail, thereby preventing them from finding out about their plans ahead of time.

6) Gunmar:

My main problem with Gunmar is that without asking for any proof, he believed all the nonsense that the Dictatus told him. I also think that Gunmar should be aware of the technical superiority of people (at least from Strickler's presentation) and that is why, instead of sending changelings to intercept at least a couple of warheads, he arranges their genocide. It's really funny that in the end Morgana needed a changeling to free him, and I'm just wondering what he would have done if Nomura and Strickler hadn't been in town? (I think he would catch a random person on the street and give him free troll language lessons)

5) Nomura:

She doesn't rank higher in the rankings just because she underestimated Jim in the first season. To be honest, I can't remember if she has had similar mistakes before, and compared to previous places, she is much less impulsive.

4) Angor:

As for me, Angor from the first season is a reference villain, almost all of whose actions are thoughtful and balanced decisions, for example, he reasonably did not trust Strickler and his promise that he would let him go as soon as trollhunter will die, so he did not immediately kill Jim, but only intimidated him so that our troll hunter had more reasons to make a deal with Angor and steal infernacopula. Well, the most striking example is that Angor will first study his enemy, and only then go into battle. if they hadn't made a cartoon villain out of him at the end of the first season, who, instead of immediately stabbing his defeated opponent, rolls up a long monologue about how weak our new hunter is without his friends, then in this top you Angor would have stood much higher (but despite this, he is still one of my favorite characters).

3) Usurna:

You might reasonably ask why she stands so high in the top if she supported Gunmar on an equal footing with Otto? To which I will answer that unlike Otto, who was looking forward to the return of the cruel lord, Usurna tried her best not to let Gunmar escape from the dark lands and joined him only when she knew for sure that he had returned, in fact, she simply chose the strongest, and therefore the winning side. And I think it's worth admitting that no matter how mean a bitch she is, she can reasonably reason that by sacrificing a pair of cubs of Kruber, she will thereby delay Gunmar's desire to attack her people for a sufficiently long time, and if the dark lord still falls, she can say that her children were simply kidnapped (which was common at that time (if we recall the background of the creation of changelings) so no matter how you look at it, in any case, it remains a winner.

2) Strickler:

(who could doubt that he would be so high in the ranking) I am still sure that he helped in the liberation of Gunmar only out of fear of Bular, because as soon as Bular fell, Strickler immediately took the vacant throne, leaving Gunmar in the dark lands. Strickler, as well as Angor, will not be the first to rush into battle, he will most likely just shift all the dangerous and dirty work to someone else, since the status allows. Also, he always plans an escape plan if something goes wrong, if he hadn't created a magical connection with Barbara then he wouldn't have had any leverage on Jim and therefore the hunter wouldn't have had any reason to protect Strickler from Angor. He is not in the first place only because instead of hiring a hired sniper who would quickly kill a young hunter and left, no! instead, he awakens an ancient killer who, if he can take the ring, will kill his unfortunate master first thing. Although if he also awakened Angor in order to strengthen his status as the head of the Order, then there are no complaints, but due to the fact that in the series itself Strickler said that he brought Angor only to kill Jim, then alas it was too unjustified a risk

1) Dictatious:

To begin with, he was able to survive in the dark lands for several centuries, so he was also able to become the right hand of Gunmar himself, who clearly respects only the strong, and the Dictatus, to put it mildly, is a so-so warrior. Further, after the Dictatus lost his sight and became virtually useless to Gunmar, he was still able to remain his most trusted subordinate (yes, this whole topic with Morgan's visions looks ridiculous to me, given that the Dictatus had no evidence of the truthfulness of his words, but most importantly, it worked). Also, the Dictatus has never had an insane devotion to Gunmar, he joined him only because otherwise he would not have survived, which is why he so easily switches to the side of the hunter and at the end of the series remains to chill in Toby's house.

#trollhunters #root #tales of arcadia #toa #trollhunters rott #wizards #3below #trollhunters rise of the titans #art #fanart #morgana la fey #trollhunters Otto #trollhunters bular #trollhunters gunmar #toa nomura #toa angor rot #trollhunters strickler #Dictatious #usurna #my top 10

[jungle-angel]

Family Ties Are Stronger Than Time (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You're supposed to beon bedrest for a bit after just having had the boys so Rhett decides to take Amy with him to visit an old friend and learns something about a family member that shocks him

Notes: A very, very Happy Hannukah to all who celebrate, I feel bad I haven't done much but this has been sitting in the back of my brain for a while. I hope it came out well enough, I was nervous writing it but I'm hoping it came out well enough 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Warnings: Mentions of war, birth etc.

"Alright sweetheart," Rhett said to Amy. "You ready?"

"Yeah!" she exclaimed excitedly.

She hopped down the steps of the general store you both owned with Rhett helping her down onto the snowy sidewalk and into the truck where he buckled her into her carseat. He placed the blue and gold box full of baked goods next to her, hoping that they wouldn't spill over on the ride out of town. He and Cecelia had painstakingly made them for three days, hoping that they turned out alright.

Down the roads they went, out of downtown and back to the more rural areas in town where ranches became a more common sight than buildings. They passed by the Waldorf school where Amy and Hannah both attended kindergarten and preschool respectively, the grounds now covered with snow and the farm across the street with it. Rhett had to laugh a little as he had lost count of how many times he had gone to the farm across from the school to help fix a tractor or help the farmers with their cows.

Finally, they came to a lonely little stretch of ranch, the old farmhouse sitting on top of a little hill with stretch after stretch of fence surrounding it. He pulled up to the garage and parked the truck, letting Amy out and taking the box with him.

"Go ahead Doodlebug," Rhett told her. "Go ring the doorbell."

Amy rang the little bell next to the door and in a split second it was opened by an elderly woman with white hair, her eyes lighting up when she saw Rhett and Amy.

"My sweet I didn't think you were coming!" she exclaimed happily.

"What, Sara? Ya'll thought we were gonna ignore ya'll?" Rhett chuckled.

"You.....you, you get in here, come, come in," Sara beckoned.

Rhett and Amy both went into the house and removed their coats and shoes. "Elie around at all?" Rhett asked.

"No, no, he went to go help Officer Joy or something," Sara told him. "Here, I'll fix you both something."

Rhett loved coming down to visit Sara. Ever since he was a little kid, he loved the way the elderly Polish woman made him feel welcome in her home and had even taught him a little bit of her language. Sara and Elie Abramowicz were as close with the Abbotts as the Duttons were, more like family than friends.

"Where is (y/n)?" Sara asked.

"She's all holed up in bed," Rhett chuckled. "Boys were born two days ago."

"Ah and on the first night of Hannukah no less," Sara said with pride.

"Oh, speaking of which," Rhett said, seating himself on the old, rickety barstool at the kitchen counter. "Made these a few days ago."

He gave Sara the box and when she opened it, her face lit up. "You didn't!" she exclaimed.

Rhett laughed before he and Sara hugged. "Didn't burn the kitchen down makin'em either," he laughed.

"Oh Rhett," Sara sighed. "You know I haven't been able to make sufganiyot since Mama passed away. Thank you. As if Elie and I didn't owe your family enough already."

"Sara what the hell are ya'll even talkin about?" Rhett asked her. "You don't owe us nothin."

"Oh but we do," Sara insisted. "And it all goes back to your Oma."

"My grandma?" Rhett asked.

Sara nodded.

"Wh.....what'd Oma Heidi have to do with anything?"

Sara scrunched her deeply wrinkled brow. "You mean to tell me that your Papa never told you?" she asked him.

Rhett shook his head.

"Here," Sara said, putting the box of fresh sufganiyot next to the toaster. "You stay and I tell you."

Rhett stayed put, keeping a careful watch on Amy who was in the living room playing with Elie and Sara's boarhound, Boris. He waited for Sara to finish making a mug full of heady black tea before she seated herself across from him.

"You know that Elie and I used to live in Warsaw?"

Rhett nodded.

"I remember a long, long time ago after the invasion," Sara began. "We were trapped in our city like animals, nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Elie and I, we were so young, fifteen and seventeen years old and in terrible danger. Every night we all prayed for a miracle."

Rhett could almost see it before his very eyes and the terrible scene that played out in his mind like a movie.

"Your Oma had come to us with a group of people who claimed they could help," Sara continued. "French and German resisters who were bent on getting people out of the hands of the Nazis. We didn't trust them at first, but quickly we realized we had no choice. "Six hundred of us fled from Warsaw in 1943," Sara explained. "Six hundred. We went on foot, by rail and by truck, all the way to a safe place where we hid."

The more Rhett listened to the story, the more the shock ran through his very core. Royal had never said anything about his mother or about what she had done before leaving Switzerland.

"You see Rhett," Sara said. "It is because of your Oma that we and so many others lived. That is why Elie and I remain close with your family. After we came to America, your Oma and I remained very close friends, so much so that she came to fetch me the night you were born. I made a promise to your Oma that I would watch over you when she passed Rhett.....and Elie and I intend to keep that promise."

Rhett could feel his eyes burning. He had never known. "Why didn't Dad say anything if he knew?" Rhett asked her.

"Do not blame your father Rhett," Sara answered. "That was your Oma's wish. Your father knew how much pain she had gone through for others and didn't wish to inflict that pain on anyone else."

He felt a few loose tears falling from his eyes when he heard Sara's story. "Wish she was still here," he croaked.

"Ah but she is," Sara assured him. "I know she is Rhett."

It took him a while to process the story he had just heard, but after a while, Rhett felt an immense sense of pride, knowing how strong his ties were to the people who were like family to him.

Rhett heard a truck pulling up a little while later when who should appear but you and Royal with Hannah, each of you carrying a little carseat that safely held Tatum and Tanner, your twins.

"Hey Sara," Royal called as he entered. "We come bearing a Hannukah gift for you and Elie."

"Royal Abbott, you march into my house while your son is here...."

Royal laughed, unable to make out the rest of what she had been saying.

You and Sara talked a good long while while Rhett talked things over with Royal. Surprisingly enough, Royal was more than understanding about the whole thing.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell ya'll sooner son," Royal said. "I saw how much pain it had caused Oma.......I didn't want any of that pain passed onto you guys."

Rhett tried hard to hold back the tears in front of his father but he couldn't. Royal pulled him in and held his son when he saw that look in Rhett's eyes.

When all was said and done and everything had settled, you and Rhett gathered in the living room with Sara and Elie when he had returned, the two of them absolutely head over heels for your boys. Cecelia had joined you a little while later along with the rest of Sara and Elie's family. The grandkids all taught Amy and Hannah how to play dreidel and the delighted shrieks and shouts that came from the living room had you and Rhett in the best of moods.

"Think they'll sleep ok tonight?" you asked.

"No doubt darlin," Rhett chuckled. "Just wait till Christmas Eve."

You half laughed and half groaned at the thought, knowing Amy and her Dutton cousins would all be up till some ungodly hour, having eaten all the candy in their stockings. You and Rhett shared a sweet kiss as you watched the kids. Rhett looked out the living room window and saw that one of the stars was shining a little brighter that night, mouthing a silent "thank you" to his Oma Heidi, who he was sure, was watching over you all.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #amy abbott #royal abbott #cecelia abbott

[ariesqueencobra]

what we used to be | Vl

Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're going on a first date! Queue training montage, you make Eli a get well soon card, and you're at the movies!

Warnings: kissing, dangerous activties, mentions of rabies, shots, and hospitals, injury

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I'm gonna hop on here and post this real quick. It's a cute chapter and I like it! I already know what direction I want this series to go, but the storyline I have in my head might change if this would be considered an insert fic. I'll probably ask for opinions in the future cause I really don't want it to not be an insert fic so be on the look out for that! I also want to stress the importance of reblogging fics, on mobile you can hold down the two arrows button and quick reblog this post so that other people can see my work! Just liking this story won't do anything to help me as a writer, if you really enjoyed reading it, just do the simple thing and reblog! It would also be appreciated if you commented! Doing those things tell me people want to read this story and want more, which will encourage me to keep writing!

Thank you to those who already reblog and comment, I see you and I love you all for it!

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“Eli, where are we going?” You chuckled, holding onto his hand as he led you through the forest.

The leaves crunched under your feet and the breeze made you shiver so you were grateful you listened to him when he told you to bring a sweater for your first date. Though, you still weren’t sure where that would be or what it was. 

You hoped it was romantic, this being your first-ever date after all, but when you almost slipped on some mud, you weren’t too sure about it anymore.

“Trust me, you’re gonna love it,” he grinned, holding you tighter and closer. 

You smiled, watching him as he kept his eyes ahead until you turned to see what he was staring at, that’s when you noticed as well. The gasp you let out as you made it onto a dock, the beautiful lake expanding outward, and the trees with orange and yellow leaves made such a breathtaking view.

“You like it?” He asked.

“It’s beautiful,” you shook your head in disbelief, sitting on the edge and letting your feet dangle over the water. “We used to come here all the time, I forgot how amazing the view was.”

“I figured it’d be the perfect spot for our first date,” he smiled, sitting down next to you. “Like old times, but now we can make new memories.”

“So we’re having a picnic?” You beamed, realizing the plastic bag in his hand did hold some purpose.

He handed you the bag and you set it in your lap, rifling through the numerous snacks you loved.

“All your favorites. And your art supplies, I knew you would love to recreate that painting you have in your room,” he suggested.

The scenery was a notable piece in your room, a small collection you had of various locations in the Valley. It was the first collection you ever painted so it was sweet that Eli knew you’d appreciate an opportunity to update a piece.

“Did I ever tell you you’re the best boyfriend ever?” You reached over to kiss his cheek. You were about to reach for your art supplies in your bag when he stopped you, moving your head to kiss you on the lips. It was a long, heartfelt kiss, making you giddy. “Eli,” you giggled pulling away, unable to help your laughter.

“You know you can call me Hawk, right?” He pinched your chin lightly. 

You nodded. “But you’re Eli to me,” you explained, gaze softening. 

“Yeah but Hawk’s way more badass,” he shrugged. 

“I think Eli is just as badass,” you smirked, leaning into his space. 

“I guess just you then,” he gave in. “You can call me whatever you want, babe,” he chuckled, pecking your lips one more time.

You both stayed on that dock for hours until your dad was calling for you to come home. The date was simple and small but it was the most memorable night you’ve had with Eli, your boyfriend.

~

You were standing in the middle of a junkyard, unsure what the purpose of your being here was. But you stood next to Eli and Aisha as you watched as Sensei opened a beer can, chugging it before he wiped his mouth, glancing down at all of you. 

“You’ve trained hard. You’ve gotten stronger, tougher, faster. You’ve done your best. You’re ready for this tournament, am I right?”

“Yes, Sensei!” You shouted.

“Wrong!” He slammed the beer on the ground at your feet.

You flinched when the beverage splashed onto you.

“Your best ain’t shit, if you wanna win the tournament, you gotta give me better than your best, which is why from now on, you’re gonna get my worst. Do you understand?” He shouted.

“Yes, Sensei!”

You felt empowered at his pep talk, ready for whatever he was going to throw at you. While part of your mind was sounding alarms that this was dangerous, you ignored it.

“Are you losers?” 

“No, Sensei!”

“Are you nerds?”

“No, Sensei!”

“Are you sure?”

“No, Sensei!”

You caught your mistake, biting down on your lip to suppress your laugh. And you saw the way Sensei groaned in response before he commanded the group.

“Move those feet! Go!”

He pointed to where there were a bunch of tires lined up. 

Miguel led the way, moving his feet through the holes. Eli was next and you followed behind Eli, weaving your feet through the tires as fast as you could.

“Your enemies are all around you. Destroy them!” Sensei barked.

You began wreaking havoc, smashing the end of the wood plank into the car doors, it was fun and funneling so much anger and hate out of you.

After the short-lived destruction, you were led to a container filled with scrap metal and glass, something that uneased you. The feeling of fear bubbled in your stomach but you swallowed it, knowing fear did not exist.

Miguel made it without a scratch. Then it was Eli’s turn to walk the plank and your breath hitched when his foot slipped. Thankfully he made it and you were able to say you still had a boyfriend. When it was your turn, your legs shook, arms held at either side of you. You crossed, a smile on your face and your boyfriend waiting on the other side with a victory kiss.

Going back to the tires, you were already out of breath, the exhaustion coursing through you and it showed with the rest of the team when Aisha tripped, causing Miguel to fall, then you, then Eli—all on top of each other.

Groaning in pain, Eli’s elbow dug into your back and you tried to get off Miguel without hurting him as well. 

“Sorry,” you winced, pushing off your friend’s back once Eli was off you. “You alright?”

“Yeah, Aisha, you good?” Miguel asked to which she nodded, face contorted in pain.

Sensei ordered you all to stand in the middle of the scrap yard, something in his hand.

“If you wanna win, you gotta be hungry. Are you guys hungry?” He handed each of you a piece of jerky.

You grimaced at the smell, wondering if you had to eat it. 

“Yes, Sensei!”

“Good, 'cause so are they,” he smirked before blowing a whistle, barks following through.

Your eyes widened and you immediately bolted, jumping onto a car and finding the highest place. Your heart raced as you searched for your friends but as you scanned over the yard, all you could find was a terrified Eli as he attempted to escape a starving dog. 

~

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” You asked, hand tracing over the bandages. 

It was hours later now and you came over to see your boyfriend after he had to go to the hospital for a rabies shot. You wished you could go, but it was agreed among both your parents that you’d visit him after.

“Yeah, I got pain meds for the bite, the shot didn’t even hurt,” he smirked, lying in his bed. 

“I was scared to death,” you blew out a breath. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” you couldn’t help it and threw your arms around him.

He hugged you back, squeezing you tight as you held on. “I’ll live, nothing to worry about, babe,” he reassured.

“I know,” you pulled away, face down. “I spoke to my parents when you were in the hospital, this whole incident made them less happy about me being in Cobra Kai,” you admitted.

“My parents agree,” he sighed, glancing out into the hall where his mom and dad were downstairs. “But they don’t know how much better it’s made us,” he grabbed your hand, squeezing it. 

“I know,” you squeezed back. “I’m really glad you’re okay.”

“Me too,” he met your gaze, smiling. 

“I made you this, by the way,” you reached behind you and grabbed the card you made him.

It read: “Damn, got bit by a dog? That’s ruff, hope you get better soon!” with a drawing of a dog with a mohawk.

“That’s amazing,” he laughed. “Thanks, you’re the best,” he reached over to kiss you on the cheek.

Warmth radiated before you spoke. “I’ll see you tomorrow then, goodnight,” you hugged him again, pulling away and giving him a generous peck on the lips. 

He watched as you left his room, hearing you go down the stairs, say bye to his parents, and shut the door.

~

Your gaze was on the movie but Eli’s constant flicking of candy at other moviegoers was distracting. On top of Aisha asking what was wrong with Miguel. Their conversation was anything but whispering. You began droning in on their conversation, Miguel saying why Sam’s dad would hate him and whatnot. 

You were eating some popcorn, taking a sip of your drink, and trying to watch the movie but the side conversation and Eli’s distracting movements were well, distracting.

“Jesus Christ, you’re such a nerd,” he insulted Miguel, stepping into the conversation.

You furrowed your brows, reaching for his hand, sending him a look he brushed off. You rolled your eyes, leaning to the side to rest your head on his shoulder. You smiled when you noticed he paused, staring at you with awe.

Aisha went on to comfort Miguel and you were enjoying the movie again but Eli still managed to throw the candy, pissing you off. 

You straightened, leaning on the other side of your seat, and rested your head on your arm, staring bored at the screen. 

“Dude, just go over there. It’s an alpha move,” your boyfriend responded to what Miguel was talking about. With another flick of his wrist, a candy hit the back of someone’s head, instantly, a built dude stood up asking who did that, you had to hide your smile at the look on Eli’s face.

After the movie finished, you and Aisha departed from the boys, deciding to go shopping.

“You seemed pretty pissed at Hawk, something going on?” She asked when you entered a store. 

“He was being annoying, like why throw candy? It’s wasteful, just watch the movie!” You scolded, rolling your eyes. “I love the dude, but, ugh, sometimes he’s just,” you huffed, unable to find the words.

“A boy?” She finished for you.

“Exactly,” you shook your head, a smile coming on your face.

“This is one of those moments where the saying “boys will be boys” is actually justified,” she raised a brow. 

“You get me,” you sighed. “I’m so glad I have a girl friend,” you wrapped your arm around her, walking further into the store.

“Tell me about it,” she agreed.

#eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz #eli moskowitz imagine #hawk x reader #cobra kai

[decks-writing-blog]

Couldn't Leave You Behind

Summary: Eli and Kleiner are chased by a pack of houndeyes and a bullsquid.

[A/N] I had the idea to write about Eli losing his lower leg and making it have an Elisaac vibe because if I want content for this ship, I gotta do it myself, then I figured I should probably google it to see if there was a canon explanation for how it happened that I could adapt to what I wanted to write. And turns out he lost his lower leg because he got attacked by a bullsquid when helping Kleiner get over a barrier and into City 17 which actually feeds me shipping them, dude lost part of a limb to help Kleiner, that's true love right there. (Seriously, how is this a rare pair when that's a canon event between them? Where are all the old man fuckers in the Half Life fandom?) So here is my take on that event.

Content Warning: blood and gore, Eli's foot gets hit by bullsquid acid and is somewhat graphically described.

~

Breath burned in Isaac’s chest, his heart beating faster than it probably ever had before. His legs and sides ached, sharp and insistent, begging him to slow down or stop before he collapsed. Ahead of him, Eli’s lead was growing bigger and bigger; that jogging phase he’d had back before the Black Mesa incident, coming in to help him once more. Behind Isaac though, the lead he’d had on the pack of houndeyes and single bullsquid chasing them was shrinking. Their barking, gurgling, and thumping of their feet on the decaying road, growing louder as they gained on him.

A hiss that he now recognized as the bullsquid preparing to spit came from uncomfortably close behind him. He sped up… or tried to; he didn’t have much left to give. With a splatter and a hiss of an entirely different sort, acid spit splattered onto the ground just to his left, prompting him to hop to the right with a small yelp. The bullsquid’s aim was worse when it was in motion. A rather interesting data point in that it was currently the main reason he was still alive.

Up ahead, Eli reached the barrier. He’d be justified in jumping up and hoisting himself over it, leaving Isaac to make it or not entirely on his own. Like the sentimental fool he was though, he didn’t. Instead he skidded to a halt and turned back. “Hurry Izzy!”

Isaac would’ve loved to shout back that he was running as fast as he possibly could but didn’t have the breath to spare for even a single syllable. If he survived this he was going to have a jogging phase too, get himself in some kind of better running shape lest he ever find himself in such a situation again. That was looking more and more like a rather big ‘if’ though as he didn’t have much left in him.

Another hiss and splash of acid, this time just to his right would’ve had him yelping again if he hadn’t lacked the breath to make such a sound. It gave him another incentive to keep going though despite feeling like he might collapse at any moment.

Just a little bit further and… he almost crashed into the barrier next to Eli. How the fuck was he going to get over it? Its top was just in reach – the reason they’d chosen this as their entrance point into the city, it was the least secure barricade their scouts had spotted. He reached up for it anyway, scrambling to pull himself up it despite having spent all his strength on the run over. He was doomed; he’d run all this way just to…

Instead of hoisting himself up too as expected, Eli put himself under Isaac and pushed him, giving the exact boost he needed to get over the barrier. He tumbled over it with an undignified yelp, landing hard on his shoulder on the other side but alive. Ignoring the pain, he pushed himself up to his feet as fast as he could force himself to help Eli in whatever way he could.

He was just in the time to catch Eli as he toppled over the wall with his own yelp, more a scream really. Naturally catching him sent Isaac right back to the ground with Eli on top of him this time, knocking whatever little breath he’d had left out of him. Painful but he was alive. They’d made into City 17.

Eli groaned and rolled off of him, blessedly making it easier to breathe. Isaac would’ve gladly just lain there next to him while they caught their breath but… Eli’s face was scrunched up with pain. He’d been hurt somewhere. Damn it.

Isaac sat up, ready to get to work searching for which bone had been broken but there was no need as the injury was impossible to miss. Eli’s foot had been hit with acid spit. It had eaten through his shoe and lower pant leg, melting into his flesh and revealing bone. It was hissing, steaming and bubbling as the acid continued to eat through it.

Still desperately trying to catch his breath, Isaac quickly pulled his pack off and dug through for one of the spare water bottles. Carefully as he could while still being quick about it, he poured it out over Eli’s foot, moving it back and forth over the whole injury. Eli hissed and tried to jerk away, forcing Isaac to move after him. Before resuming pouring the water, he used his other hand to grab Eli’s knee, holding it still.

By the time the bottle was empty, the acid seemed to have mostly been washed out of the wound. But just to be sure, he pulled out another one and poured the whole of that one out too.

“How bad is it?” Eli asked, his voice strained with pain.

“Uh… pretty bad.” The acid had eaten through the entire shoe and most of the flesh surrounding the foot, leaving bone and tendon exposed, much of it burned away as well. Further up wasn’t as bad but there was still a sickening amount of bone exposed with varying degrees of acid damage. “I don’t think you’re likely to keep this foot.” Isaac wasn’t a medical doctor but one didn’t need to be to see that there was no saving it. “I imagine once we get you to a medical professional, they’ll want to amputate it.” Especially considering the potential infections having alien spit splattered in one’s wound was bound to cause.

“That bad, huh?”

“Yes.” Isaac pulled off his lab coat and using the pair of scissors from the pack set to cutting it up so he could bandage Eli’s foot as best he could with his limited medical experience. It wasn’t clean but the foot wasn’t likely to be saved anyway. He started with his best attempt at a tourniquet around the upper thigh. “Why’d you wait for me?”

“Couldn’t leave you behind, had to make sure you made it.”

Isaac couldn’t complain about that, especially since he wasn’t sure he could’ve gotten over the barrier in time without Eli’s help. But if the bullsquid’s aim had been a bit more true, if the acid had hit Eli’s back, even with the backpack and the supplies inside, it likely would’ve had a far worse outcome than just him losing a foot and part of his lower leg. “What about Alyx? If you’d died because of me, she’d have no one.”

“Not true, she’d have you, Dog, and Barney. I couldn’t leave you behind, Izzy, don’t say I should’ve. I’ve lost enough people already. Besides, I lived, didn’t I? So it’s fine.”

It had come far too close though. But they had both blessedly lived and such luck wasn’t something Isaac wanted to question lest it not remain for long. So, in silence, he finished doing what he could for Eli’s injury before helping him stand. He had to lean heavily into Isaac, his arm around his shoulder as Isaac returned the gesture, helping him hop along on one foot.

It would’ve been preferable to have a medical professional come to him and carry him in a stretcher or wheel chair. But they didn’t have that luxury. They had to get to the safe house before the sun rose in a few hours and then they had work to do. Most of which Isaac would be doing alone now as Eli rested and got much needed proper medical attention. Being the heads of the resistance efforts really sucked sometimes but it was certainly better than many of the alternatives.

#half life #half life 2 #elisaac #eli vance #isaac kleiner

[streets-in-paradise]

New Moves - Dastan x (Fem)Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 3.600 

Warnings: Dastan loosing his shit over a chubby, curvy reader and mutual teasing happening. 

Summary:  A childhood friend of Sharaman and Nizam returns to the capital of the empire with his daughter. Dastan was still a kid the last time she visited the palace and things didn’t work out very well. Their reintroduction as adults becomes his chance to make things up when he realizes he can’t stop laying eyes on her. 

Glossary: Shatranj - Persian game, predecessor of modern chess. 

Inspired by ♫: Princess of Cairo - Eli ( I listened to this while writing,you may want to check it)

Notes: I wrote this for me, so expect some self indulgence lol 

The governor of the most prosperous of the distant provincial corners of the empire was a man chosen because of his strong connections to the royal family, but always enjoyed proving his capacity. He never stayed in the capital for long, unless his presence would be required for a matter of war. A complex and crucial task was commanded to him when the king put him in charge of that territory, one that required the maximum commitment. Seeing him with his family was rare, but on that occasion he was about to become the one asking his friend for a committed favor. The protection of his most precious treasure, his young daughter, who was coming to spend a time on the capital as an obligated step to become a fully refined lady. 

Garsiv and Tus had to practically drag Dastan to the receivement. He didn’t have fond memories of her and he was pretty sure she didn’t have any of him either. They both were children at the time of her last visit, and for most of it he remembered bickering to no end. The one positive thing about it was that, although he didn’t remember the exact cause, it didn’t start with her being demeaning to him due to judging his origins. It was surely a silly matter of children, but she left furious and he didn’t like to remember that. 

“ Don’t worry, little brother. I bet she doesn’t even remember it.” Tus was attempting to calm him down. “ It happened so long ago… Why would she care?” 

“ Yes, you annoy us everyday and we still love you.” Garsiv added.” I remember she was very curious about you at first. Whatever happened between you, it was probably a misunderstanding.” 

“ One that made her despise me so much that she never came back.” Dastan recalled. “ Don’t try to make it seem smaller, I bet she still hates me.” 

“ Give yourself and her a second chance. “ Tus insisted, trying hard to be the voice of reason. “ You aren’t children anymore, she must have matured as much as you.” 

Garsiv bursted into laughter, showing blatant skepticism for that claim and frustrating all the good intentions of his eldest brother. 

“ Let’s hope her maturity outruns yours and Garsiv’s as well, for the sake of us all.” 

Dastan had little to no hope about that encounter, betting only on making it as less awkward as possible. He was not good at hiding his emotions, already famous for intempestive reactions, but he knew he couldn’t allow himself to accidentally offend her again. When the time came Tus went ahead first, making him wait for his turn to approach alongside Garsiv. The woman he saw cheerfully saluting his eldest brother was nothing like he would have expected from the girl he remembered. 

Only a shade of her remained in the soft features of her face. Her hair was longer, her eyes were more vivacious, her lips plumper and those weren’t the only side of her that seemed fuller. She was an exuberant beauty, her curves were impossible to hide even in a modest dress for travel. Her round hips swinging with each one of her confident steps got him way more distracted than what he should have allowed himself to be. 

That was how the youngest prince of Persia found you at the edge of your second introduction. To shamelessly check on you may haven’t been his intention, but you could tell he did by the drastic difference between his reaction to you and his brother’s next to him.

“ … and these are my brothers: Garsiv and Dastan. “  Prince Tus was reintroducing you all. “ … you may remember them.” 

One was looking at you with a cordial smile and welcoming demeanor, the other one seemed lost for any sort of intelligent response. 

“ I do.” You simply replied, your glance oscillated between one man and the other. “ The best Shatranj player I have ever met … and the boy who used to complain about being left behind to entertain me based on our similar ages because you don’t have any sisters.”  

" That will not be a problem anymore." Garsiv spoke for him. " Tus has many wives now, the palace is full of ladies and you will find no time to feel alone." 

You smiled at him in approbation of his sayings, but your attention was quickly back in the silent young brother. 

The surprise was mutual, although you were better prepared. Fame had warned you about the man he had become. A ferocious, unstoppable fighter bards often compared to a lion in their poetry. His stories were being sung at every corner of the empire and rumors said women were falling at his feet, since he was claimed to be the most wildly handsome man of the royal house. 

Gossips and legends turned out to be true and you felt the pride of the pioneer seeing it for yourself. He was your first crush, a failed one, back when people only acknowledged him as the street kid adopted by the king. You used to be fascinated with him, but he barely paid any attention to you. A matter of boys maturing slower than girls, your mother secretly explained to you a long time ago. At that age, he was surely clueless of what your reactions implied and the particular way in which you used to like him. Besides, the life he had before finding a family probably kept him used to being ignored. Getting attention was completely new to him, even more coming from a girl of his age. He didn't know how to react and neither of you were in good understanding of the situation because crushing was new to you as well. It was the recipe for an awkward dísaster, remembering it made you very curious about the effect that the changes of time had on him. 

The man in front of you was better looking than what the guesses of your imagination expected and he was noticing you. 

" ... Dastan." You called his name softly. " I hope to not be as boring and annoying to you as last time. " 

The eye contact was intense enough to weird the outside witnesses. 

" Surely not, my lady. '' Dastan replied, attempting to sound polite. In barely a moment you managed to make him feel regretful. " Welcome back! It has been so long since those simpler times. " 

You chuckled and he followed instinctively. 

" Of course, we all have changed. " You agreed, getting back into a more composed self. " Do you still play, Garsiv?" 

" I do, although not as often. " the prince answered ríght away, hoping the tension between his brother and you would be over. " I switched the playing board for real strategy planning in warfare. " 

" Bring it back anytime, I will be waiting. " 

You were drumming your fingers on top of the skirt of your dress, involuntary reflex of your genuine excitement, but Dastan couldn't help himself from being caught by it. He felt very wrong for noticing a glimpse of how thick your thighs probably were underneath. 

" I hope you will join us someday for a round, Tus. I haven't had the pleasure of playing against you. " He heard you following the conversation with his brothers, not long before you were back at him

 " How about you, Dastan? Back then you used to be a beginner player, I remember that Nizam was instructing you and he used to watch us play... Have you been practicing?"

He felt some of his usual flirty cheekiness slowly restauring. 

" I'm full of new moves to show you, I will not disappoint this time."

The encounter with more nobles forced a distraction and you had to excuse yourself from the royal trío to salute other people. 

As soon as you were away from them, sibling bickering started. 

" What's wrong with you?" Tus nagged Dastan. " Instants before you didn't even want to show up and now this?" 

" Dastan is not in his ríght mind at the moment. " Garsiv pointed out. " Look at him, his head is empty." 

" I'm surprised, that's all." The youngest defended himself. " Tus was ríght, she became a woman... and she is a very particular woman." 

" Particularly beautiful, eh?" The eldest teased him. " We saw you, we have an approximate idea of what's going through that little empty head of yours." 

" Just a bit of advice: don't take her to a tavern full of your uncivilized friends. She would cause a scandal just for entering there. Quite a few unrefined men would express rudely the same things you are thinking about her developed body of grownup girl." 

" Her provincial life must have made her used to that, Garsiv. Our local savages are gentlemen in comparison to theirs." 

Dastan was getting tired of their different versions of lecturing him. 

" Are you two giving me dating advice for a woman we just met? The one who clearly remembers I was awful to her when we were children for some reason I am not sure yet?" 

" Figure out what happened and fix it. " Garsiv concluded. " From all of us, she seems excited about you the most. "

His brother had a point and he was aware of that. Unfortunately, Dastan didn't find as many chances to put the advice in practice because you became harder to find than initially expected. Since you were actively choosing to socialize in the circle of Tus' wives like it was suggested to you, the younger prince was deprived of chances of getting close to you during the first few days. 

Exchanging furtive glances in the dining hall was pretty much all he got around that time. He would often wink at you from afar, inviting you to come closer, but you would only smirk in return. 

It was driving him insane, ironically punishing him for the perceived mistreatment of the past. He had no idea of when it would be over, but he was growing desperate. You didn't seem upset, but you were enjoying yourself playing with him and he was foolishly following your games. Chazing you subtly, waiting for the ríght moment to prove himself to you. 

The occasional rounds of Shantraj could have been a good opportunity, if you wouldn't have challenged everyone else first. He was being left for last on purpose, he had no doubt of that. After your expected turn to play against Garsiv like in the old times, you asked to face Nizam. It didn't work out well, he warned you about that before starting, but you wanted to obtain from it more valuable outcomes than the round's results. Reminding him of when he used to play with your father as kids and get both of them to share once more the playing anecdotes from their childhood friendship. 

After that, the following round was against Tus. Dastan was sure he would be the next one and he came up with an idea while he was watching you play against his eldest brother for the first time. 

He would make sure you would be playing against him and he would make you bet, obtaining more than just vindication from the victory. The truth, you would have to explain yourself to him about the past.

You defeated his eldest brother, all your moves played with fearless precision. Your acts could have been perceived as insolence, but that didn't matter to you at that particular round. Humiliating the heir of the persian throne worried you way less than hurting the ego of his uncle. 

" Congratulations! You have proved yourself well versed in games. " Tus cheered you. " However, I would love to play a new round soon. I shall vindicate myself. "

You smiled in return, he was clearly not the sort of man that would feel dismissed with your victory. 

" Of course! And as we are speaking I want to thank you. I'm learning a lot from your wives, sir. All lovely women who have received me so kindly. " 

" Haven't us, the lords of the land, done the same?" Garsiv snarked, clearly aiding Dastan although more mischievously than helpfully. " You are welcome to join us anytime, not just for games. My sisters in law see you so often that they may start thinking you are about to join them permanently." 

The joke didn't suit you right. He noticed it and didn't insist with it. 

" My father wants to find me a husband in the capital, he is here for advice from his greatest friends and thinks i haven't notice it. " You calmly explained. " The province has become a dangerous place for me. Many men that want me, he disapproves. Many men I disapprove want me. " 

Dastan feared that could be a callout to him, but said nothing. 

" King Sharaman and Lord Nizam are being consulted about it as we speak. Yesterday I could have tried winning, but I chose not to. Never piss off the man that holds your destiny in his hands. " 

You were opening up the them for real and the younger prince was craving to comfort you. 

"  Fate it's yours to decide. " He spoke softly to you. " ... But if you ever need a defender to protect your will of choice, my mouth and arms will be there for you. " 

Tus and Garsiv stared at each other in a desperate attempt to stiff their chuckles. Their little brother didn't pick the best word choices for his phrasing. 

He meant he would support you with his words and actions, but it almost sounded like an ' i'm yours to take' sort of statement. 

" That's very sweet, Dastan." You humbly and sincerely thanked him. " Between us? I'm particularly worried about your uncle's opinion. The Shantraj game was my attempt to show him I want to stay on his good side." 

The three princes were amused by the implications of your confession. You, the overconfident girl who came one day to make Dastan go insane, were surprisingly afraid of their uncle. Scared enough to show vulnerability, to pause your silly game in seek of shelter from the danger. 

" Are you afraid of Nizam?" Garsiv asked. " For real? Since when? That's absurd! " 

" Darling, there is nothing to be afraid of!" Dastan followed him, seeking to calm you with the purest sweetness. " Tell me this... Are you afraid of me?" 

He was waiting for your answer with the cutest smile and you couldn't help feeling a bit weak for him. 

" No, not at all. " 

" Then don't be afraid of him, we are very alike. I aspire to be like him someday. " 

They weren't, not to you at least. There were certain things that you had kept hushed for many years, just like the secret of that old crush. 

" Are you going to ask me now what happened for real the last time I was here or were you planning to compete for the truth?" 

" She got you, little brother. " Tus mocked Dastan. " She still remembers you are easily vulnerable to challenges. " 

" I almost jumped from a rooftop following him once. " 

" ... And I would have certainly catched you in my arms before letting you fall, if you would have climbed there with me." Dastan defended himself again. " If you would have trusted me." 

" How? Even when I was slimmer, I was still too heavy for you to hold me."  

He stood up out of sudden and his brothers had the certainty that he was about to do something recklessly stupid. 

" Let me lift you. I'm sure I was strong enough then and I am even stronger now. " 

The proposal left you in weird disbelief. 

" Now that is truly absurd! Why does that matter now? " 

" If you feel safe in my arms, that means you were wrong about me; and if you were wrong about me you have to accept you can be mistaken about Nizam." 

It didn't sound any smarter, but your heart raced to the thought of being held in his arms. 

" Alright, but this has nothing to do with my lack of trust in your uncle's judgment. " 

You stood up in front of him with a challenging demeanor, willing to let Dastan try picking you up. To your great surprise, he accomplished it with ease.

 In the blink of an eye he was carrying you bridal style. Being so close to him in such a strange context may not have been the ideal, but it felt really good. The closer look to his gorgeous face, your body softly pressed against his torso while his arms were holding you tight

... and that damn irresistible charm of his...

It was a great move played against your resistance. 

" How are you feeling, pretty one?" 

You felt that tease to the deepest corners of your being. 

" Safe, indeed... But I bet you wouldn't be able to carry me around the palace." 

Dastan began to walk out of the room, no hesitation and no warning. 

" See you later, my brothers! I'm going to show her around." 

As simply as that, you both disappeared from their sight. He heard you chuckling all the way out, but the laughing stopped when you realized he wasn't pulling you down any soon. 

It was his first time in days to be all alone with you and you had gifted it to him accidentally, falling for his games. 

" It's alright, you proved your point and it has been very funny. You can let me go now.." 

" What if I don't want to?" He playfully commented. " Tell me the truth you owe me first." 

You were visibly annoyed, but couldn't stay mad at him. 

" You weren't the reason why I never wanted to come back, even when my father travels here often and I could have asked him anytime. " You began to explain. " It was Nizam." 

Dastan was looking at you like a confused puppy, but didn't interrupt you. 

" He was quite nice to me before, but when i started to seek getting close to you his attitude changed. I'm going to be completely honest: i had a crush on you. He noticed it and I think he was disappointed of me for that, maybe thinking that the daughter of a governor wasn’t good enough for you even when said man is his friend. I was little and it hurted me, not only because I used to like him. He used to look at us with sarcastic disgust … and then one day. I heard him when I wasn't supposed to, he said such horrible things about me. It broke my heart, I never looked at him the same way. The fact that he will be consulted in the choice of my husband scares me to death." 

He looked amazed, like if he wouldn't have paid any attention to anything after your ' I had a crush on you'. 

Neither of you knew your assumptions were wrong or could have possibly imagined that. Those horrible insults you heard from Nizam weren't meant for you. He didn't want Dastan near you. It was his adoptive nephew who he judged in the most demeaning way and not the other way around. 

" A misunderstanding with my uncle broke your heart, not me. " He summarized, as if he was trying to make it make sense. " I didn't behave at my best with you and I had no idea you felt that way for me... Are you still sure it wasn't me?" 

"You were merely treating me like a silly little boy dealing with an annoying little girl who wants to be around him all the time for reasons he doesn't understand. " You insisted, fairly justifying him. " You didn't catch a single one of my signals, but it was ríght there. I must admit it was a very frustrating first experience for me, Dastan." 

He raised an eyebrow, looking at you with skeptical curiosity. 

" Is that why you keep frustrating me? Hiding from my sight in the rooms of the women to punish me, making me crave to see you once more day after day."  

It sounded almost as if he was begging for it to be over. The light shade of sadness in his face was making you melt for him. 

" Can you blame me? You look so cute when I catch you looking at my chest. Short peeks when you think no one else is noticing, but I do... and you haven't got a chance of watching me dance yet! I wonder where your eyes will stop first then. " 

He released you immediately, carefully and securely as he promised. You could tell he was perhaps a bit ashamed. 

" Feel no shame, my prince. Until quite recently I used to believe mine was the most provocative chest in the empire." You softly comforted him, then started running your fingertips through the límits of his always partially open shirt. " Returning to the capital has opened my eyes." 

You were toying with his necklace, your eyes descending from his face to his chest and stopping there for an instant before doing all the way back. 

If you wouldn't have been in the middle of a hallway, Dastan could have been capable of taking off his shirt by himself for more of your attention.

" Look at you, disappointing Nizam all over again. " He teased you in a fake reprobatory tone. " You haven't changed at all. " 

" You neither, I bet you are still thinking about making me climb to that rooftop." 

The mention gave him an even better idea regarding the place of your old altercate. 

" Consider it from our current perspective. It's a distant spot where nobody would bother us and it offers an increíble view of the sunset." 

It was a date, you accepted the invitation carelessly for the plans for your future that were being discussed between your father and his friends. 

If Dastan was your fate, nothing and nobody would separate you from him. 

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[sagexsenorita]

klitz x dom gn reader( afab) where its like klitz thinks hes gonna top and reader turns the tables and ends up topping klitz. Tieing him down and riding him👁👁

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Klitz x Reader // Klitz x gn!reader

This is a smut one shot based off the character Klitz from the movie Girl Next Door

Warnings: SMUT, bdsm, tying someone down, masturbation, handjob, fluff

Word Count: 3k

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Eli and Matt had been over at Klitz house for the past hour, arguing over what he should wear for the upcoming movie date. Klitz was sitting on the bed, daydreaming of your gorgeous body and perfect ass, he had seen you naked once before and he intended on doing it again tonight. He was going to make sure you always remembered this night.

What makes you think he’s gonna get laid if you put him in a striped shirt!

But then again, he never had a lot of luck.

As he tried on every one of the stupid outfits his friends shoved at him he started to worry that his idea how this was going to go wasn’t exat;y right. I mean he’d seen porn before, usually the girl just lays on her back, moans really loud for like half an hour and then you’re done. He knew what to do and he wasn’t completely worthless in the dick department. It’s just that you were so… you. Everytime Klitz was around you it's like he wasn’t in control of himself. He said the stupidest things, acted like a moron, and constantly tripped over his own feet. Your looks were one thing, he had to stop himself from staring at you for too long, but what really made him weak was your demeanor. Whenever you teased him, made him blush, or even got close to him Klitz felt like he was going to faint.

But tonight he wasn’t going to do that. Tonight he was going to show you how good he could make you feel. You did have a more serious sense of self but most people just layed back and let the guy do the work, he figured if things went right you would somewhat enjoy what went on. Maybe over time it won’t be so awkward. Klitz realized he was getting ahead of himself and checked the clock.

Ok guys time for you to leave

We haven't found your outfit yet?

You’re never going to find my outfit might as well give up now

Matt was eager to get going, he had the guarantee of sex tonight, he didn’t have to worry about a thing. Eli on the other hand had never passed up the opportunity to talk about sex.

We should spray some cologne on your dick

Eli, she's gonna be here soon. Please leave my house

Fine, but don't come crying to me when you're still a virgin 2 hours from now

Klitz rolled his eyes, he knew Eli was right but he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

As Eli made his way out the house Klitz put his outfit together; jeans, a brown sweater, and yeah that's it. Putting an outfit together isn’t hard his friends are just stupid. Once he was finished folding and putting back all the clothes Eli yanked from his cabinets, he heard the doorbell ring.

As always he felt his stomach flutter and his heart sink, it's not that he wasn’t happy you were here. He just knew there was a chance he was about to enormously mess things up. When you said yes to this date he thought you were messing with him, that you must've thought he was messing with you. But you’re here now and everything has to go perfectly because you are everything he could ever want.

As soon as Klitz opened the door he was greeted with your bright smile, some of his nervousness wentz away but it came right back as soon as he saw what you were wearing. Your shortest shorts and his sweatshirt, his college sweatshirt that he left at your place a bit ago. You said you’d give it back, but this is much better.

Wow (Y/N) you look amazing

You smiled back at him, your smile got a little small out of shyness but you quickly snapped back to your regular self

Can I come in?

Oh yeah of course, my room is this way

Klitz led you up to his room, you could tell he was nervous, it was really cute actually. When you both finally got settled on his bed the tension in the room was high. He had only left the closet light on, he was planning to turn the tv on but you were talking about your day and Klitz just couldn’t stop losing focus. He was staring at your lips for a while before he realized you had noticed a while ago. Now you were both quiet, he was nervous but you weren’t, this is what you had wanted for so long.

As you thought of something to say you lifted your hand from your lap and placed it on his thigh.

Has someone ever touched you like this before?

His heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest, he couldn’t begin to imagine where this was going. His mind was blank and his voice was gone.

Your hand rested on his leg, your thumb slowly rubbing his inner thigh. Klitz quietly gasps, his glasses fall down his nose.

Do you like it when I touch you?

Yes

Klitz barely recognized his own voice, he was quick with his response, he said it without having to think. You could tell. Goosebumps erupted across his arms and under his legs, he shivered as your touch traveled from his thigh to his clothed cock, lightly touching, just enough to drive him insane.

Please (Y/N) I need to touch you

You smirked to yourself before you started to plant wet, warm kisses on his neck before you seductively whispered in his ear

Well, baby, that’s not going to happen

Klitz was fighting to keep his moans to himself but he was quickly losing that battle.

Why can’t I touch you?

As you pulled yourself away from him and sat on your knees on the bed you contemplated your next move. He looked so perfect, his hair was already a mess, at some point he unbuttoned his pants. He looks so desperate for anything, he wasn’t expecting this but it was all he wanted now. He was still sitting against the headboard, his eyes haven't left you once, he’d never felt so needy in his life. You were going to give him what you knew he wanted, what you’ve wanted for a while.

Because I make the rules, do you understand that?

Your stare felt like it was piercing his skin, your hand that was resting on his leg squeezed him tighter and he nearly felt his soul leave his body

Yes

Klitz croaked out his answer, his heart beat grew quicker in his chest and his legs were trembling in your grasp.

Are you gonna be a good boy and do as I say?

Yes

All the lights in his room were off except the closet one, it was behind you, so all he could see was your silhouette. He didn’t know if it was scaring him or turning him on, he could feel your eyes taking all of him in. Klitz almost wanted to cover his face, your attention, your touch, and your power over him was too much. But before he could finish his thought both of your hands were gripping the backs of his knees pulling him closer to you. His back left the headboard and met the soft mattress, he was looking up at the ceiling by the time he realized what happened. His shirt had ridden up his stomach a bit in the shuffle, his happy trail made a small appearance which nearly made you lose all self control. In the moment all you could think about was how perfect he looked sprawled out in front of you. His eyes were wide and expressive, begging you to fuck him without even saying anything.

Fuck baby you look so perfect like this, I can’t wait to make you feel good

Just as you were starting to get lost in the beauty of his submissiveness you felt his touch against your thigh. It was light and cautious, he knew this would rile you up, that’s everything he wanted, or so he thought.

You quickly grabbed his hand and squeezed it, your eyes found his and Klitz immediately felt his stomach sink. He should’ve just been patient. His cock throbbed as he anticipated your next move.

I was really hoping you’d be good for me baby. I was gonna give you everything you wanted

Klitz looked devastated, you mimicked his pout before turning your stare cold again.

Stay here, don’t move

You finally let go of his hand, it was red and sore but not as much as his cock was. Klitz was panting like he had just finished a mile, the tent in his pants was growing bigger by the minute. He had barely enough energy to look up and see you walking back towards the bed with his silk ties in your hand.

Wh-what are you doing?

I’m making sure you follow the rules from now on, you’re obviously too stupid when you’re this horny to listen to me.

You took notice of how much bigger his bulge had gotten since he saw the ties. He was speechless as you took the end of the tie and started tying it around the pole of the headboard.

Y/N i’m sorry for not listening to you i promise I won’t touch you until you say

The look in your eyes and the smirk on your lips made him nervous.

Baby you’re not gonna touch me at all, now take your clothes off

You watched intensely as Klitz shyly took off his sweater and kicked his pants away from his legs, with the light of the closet far away from both of you it was hard to see exactly what his face looked like but even now you could tell he was blushing fiercely under your gaze.

He gave you his left hand slowly, he really should’ve been patient.

Small quiet whimpers left his lips as you made your way around the bed, tying his next arm to the headboard was easier. Klitz gave his hand to you without hesitation, he was desperate and it showed.

You thought about tying down his feet as well but it was his first time so you decided against it. For so long you had been observing Klitz, noticing how much he blushed you when you touched or teased him. Your compliments made him melt and you noticed every time. You had fantasized about this for so long. If he didn’t notice your advances you would’ve quickly been discouraged but Klitz was more than happy to have your hands on him.

Once he was fully tied to the bed you finally turned your stare to his face, air puffed from his nose, he was anxious to get started and your attention on him was enough to get a reaction. He kept his big hands in fists that were squeezing nothing but air and his sweaty palms. Klitz felt frustrated, embarrassed, and euphoric all at once. He wanted your hands on him but he knew that he couldn’t do anything to speed up the process, and he really thought that he was going to take control? How was it that you knew more about him than he did? You had a hold over him that he couldn’t explain, not even to himself.

Your soft gentle touch met his face as you leaned down closer to him. You brushed hair from his eyes, his forehead was perspiring and his glasses started to get fogged up from his heavy breaths. His breathing started to slow and his eyes met yours.

(Y/N) please touch me, I need you right now, please. I’ll be good I promise just please please fuck me.

His cock was throbbing painfully in his jeans by the time he finished his humiliating begging session, the embarrassment of his words was not leaving his mind.

The smile on your face was promising at least.

You’ll get what you want baby, but you better keep that promise.

He quickly nodded his head.

You climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs before pulling down his jeans and boxers. Immediately his cock sprung up with precum leaking all over himself.

Fuck Klitz where have you been hiding this?

Klitz starts to stutter out an incoherent answer. You playfully rolled your eyes and suddenly took his cock into your warm grasp. His small whines and gasps filled the room, he tugged but the ties but they didn’t break as easily as he thought they would. You slowly stroked his cock from the base to the tip, you gathered saliva on your tongue and spit right on his head. Klitz moaned out loud and his hips twitched, your thumb swiped over his head spreading the spit all over cock. You started to stroke just a bit faster, you were planning on teasing him until he was almost crying but he looked so fucking amazing like this, his stomach was heaving up and down as you squeezed his thick cock tighter in your grasp. He could swear he was seeing stars up until your hand left his cock. Now your tits were in his line of view and the cold air of the room made him wince.

Holy fuck (Y/N) that was so amazing

His cock was harder than ever now, precum and spit covered his entire length and it was throbbing so painfully Klitz wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last.

Klitz glanced up to see you sitting back on your heels, making a mess of yourself with your own wetness. His cock oozed more cum at the sight of you touching yourself in front of him, once again he tugged at the silk without realizing he was still tied down. He flopped back down onto the mattress in frustration, which quickly turned to desperation.

(Y/N) please please-

Please what?

Klitz looked up to you with his big eyes, he didn’t want to say but he knew he had to

Please ride me

You leaned down and captured his lips into a passionate kiss, your hands cradled his head and face gently.

Only because you asked nicely, baby

Your hands left his hair and moved to his cock and torso, you positioned your lower half over him, he could only look up at you in awe as you lowered yourself slowly onto his cock. You both moaned loudly, the stretch of his cock stung but the heat that filled your stomach was so good, the tightness of you was nearly driving Klitz over the edge.

Fuck baby you feel so good inside me, do you like this baby?

Yes! Yes I do please ride me I need to feel you

You quickly obliged, pushing your hips forwards and backwards first at a slow pace. Klitz was in heaven, watching your body grind against his over and over again. He felt like he could feel into every depth of your body. His hips went up into yours instinctively, every time he felt as if he was going to completely melt into you. He was trying so hard to hold back all of his noises but he couldn’t.

You’re making me feel so good (Y/N)

You feel fucking amazing baby keep doing that you’re such a good boy for me

As Klitz’ hips continued to jerk upwards his moans got louder and louder, soon enough the neghbors would hear the both of you.

Do I need to put a tie around that pretty little mouth too?

Klitz turned his head into the pillow, his face was burning as was his stomach. He was struggling to hold back his load, the condom you had rolled onto his cock earlier was not doing anything to dull the mind numbing sensation of your tightness squeezing his cock so hard. This feeling was never going to be topped, Klitz knew, he just knew. As every second past Klitz was growing inside you, his tip was an angry red that kept rutting into you with hesitation, your whines that you couldn’t stop from leaving you were filling the room, your hands on his chest, teasing his nipples had him moaning even louder than before

Please (Y/N) i need to cum I can’t hold it in I need to cum inside you

Fuck that’s it baby you feel so good, cum for me baby cum in me youre so good for me

It wasn’t the delicious feeling of Klitz pounding into you that made you cum, it was watching him cum inside you that pushed you over the edge. His face scrunched up and his hands squeezed into tight fists. He couldn’t stop grinding into you for his life, his breathy moans filled your ears and his cum warmed you from the inside.

When Klitz finally opened his eyes all he could see and focus on was you, keeping his new soft cock warm inside you as you run your fingers up and down his chest. You didn’t want to separate from him just yet but if you didn’t do it soon you knew you never would.

Klitzy, baby, I’m gonna move now okay?

okay

How do you feel?

His big blue eyes met yours and that amazing smile that you love so much finally made an appearance

I feel great

You smiled back at him, your heart felt warm. You moved off the bed and started untying the knots, Klitz was happy to get his hands back, with them he immediately made a move for your tits

Do I need to punish you again?

Klitz could tell you were joking, still trying to hold out on him even though he knows he deserves at least a few gropes.

I thought we were past all that

At least let me get some panties on before you start grabbing at me

Just make sure you do it in my view

You playfully rolled your eyes before turning around and giving him a full view of your ass, you strutted into the closet lookng to find a shirt to wear. Your hear was pounding and you had butterflies in your stomach. He was going to be the death of you.

I hope y’all like this! Thank u anon for the great ask, I hope I did it justice! Happy May the 4th!

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[always-andromeda]

Sleep Tight | Eli Sunday x fem!Reader

Eli Sunday x fem!Reader

Word Count | 1,324

Author's Note | once again. sophia is to blame. she just pulls these thoughts from me. witch. /t

Warnings | smut (MDNI), masturbation, unprotected sex, a sprinkle of misogyny (sorry folks, Eli makes the feminism in me just disappear), non-con but it turns consensual, nothing else I can think of!

It’s the middle of the night. Eli’s tossing and turning, hoping he doesn’t wake you. Hoping that it just goes away. Praying that the nauseating shame creeping through his stomach will cease the throbbing below him.

He’d had this problem many times before since he was young. When it had just been him, he’d lay face down and try to suffocate it against the sheets, even if it was painful. He quickly discovered his will wasn’t strong enough. For he’d inevitably end up rocking his hips against his bed, slowly working himself up more, sweating in the heat of the night until he came. Face buried in his pillow, he’d groan desperately and hope the sound was muffled enough that his family wouldn’t hear.

They never did, thank goodness.

So he kept doing it. Almost looked forward to the nights where he’d wake up hard just so he could hump his own bed. He knows this release is something close to a sin. Maybe he’d feel more guilty if he used his hands. Instead he keeps his arms wrapped up and around his pillow, holding it to his body and clenching the cushion in his hands. Once he was done, he would rest easy.

With you by his side, he very well couldn’t do that anymore. Couldn’t quietly and shamefully take care of himself and with a stifled groan; nor could he stain the sheets of his marital bed with his wretched spend. He simply couldn’t. Not with you lying on your side, sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of his current turmoil.

That’s when he gets a rotten idea. The most foul, perverted notion comes to his mind as he stares at your back. It’s the kind of thought that should kill his arousal; should make him pull out his Bible and repent for the intrusive lust.

If anything…it drives him more mad.

It makes him chew on his lip as he nervously inches closer to you. Reaches his hand down to the hem of your nightgown and pulls it up only slightly before pausing. He thinks twice and clenches his eyes closed.

Nighttime in Little Boston isn't usually this quiet. The constant drilling of the distant oil rig has managed to become a part of landscapes white noise; as natural as the crickets or the whistle of the wind. It's an absence that rattles his nerves. All is still as he promises himself he’ll be quick. He’ll be gentle. So silent and so slow that you won’t even notice, save for the stickiness you’ll no doubt wake up with coating your inner thighs in the morning.

But he’s too worked up to even think of some sort of excuse for that inevitability before he pulls himself out of his trousers. He’s achingly erect and leaking from the tip. Still he spits on his fingers. Then taking himself in his hand, he pumps a few times, already panting, then navigates the space between your legs, rubbing the moisture all along your folds until he discovers the hole he needs.

Eli slips his fingers in, sucks a breath in through his teeth at how tight of a fit it’ll be for him. But it’ll feel like heaven. Just laying there, he knows your cunt will take him just as well as the night he married you. It’ll be quick. Gentle. Silent.That’s all he can think as he pushes in, not worrying about whether or not you’ll adjust to his size. Just sinking himself further into your tight, luxurious opening.

The biggest problem is that he doesn’t know where to put his hands. He didn’t think this far ahead. Didn’t think he’d let out a long whine as you squeezed around his cock. He buries his head into the shoulder of your nightgown, hoping you won’t stir, even though the embarrassing sound had already left him.

Strangely, it’s not the sound that wakes you. It’s your husbands head knocking into you that has your eyes fluttering open and softly asking, “Eli, baby? Whas’the matter?”

He doesn’t dare answer. Perhaps if he stays tongue tied and motionless, you’ll figure he had a nightmare and simply fall back asleep. Then he could slip out and curse himself for pressing his luck this much.

Lord knows he pressed it far too much, for you can’t ignore the splitting burn between your legs. Can’t ignore the familiar stretch of Eli’s cock as he’s submerged in you and twitching, obviously needing friction. It’s when you feel the wetness of tears and the heaving sobs against your back that you fully process what he had attempted to do.

Yet...it doesn’t disgust you. It makes you want to turn and hold him in your arms. Call him your precious, sweetest boy and make him fuck you like he really means it instead of lingering in this miserably awkward position. You would take the reins if he didn’t feel so magnificent.

If he didn’t trigger a burn in your belly that has you cooing, “Oh, honey. You could’ve woken me up.” You paused, “I wouldn’t have said no.”

Hesitantly, he picks his head up, his ears perked at the palpable want in your tone, “Really?”

You confirm, “Really.”

“Wanna keep going, baby boy?” You ask. You feel him nod eagerly, waiting for your approval.

You giggle breathily, “Then go ahead. Take me, Eli.”

With a fresh wave of confidence, Eli knows exactly what to do with his hands. He hooks his arms underneath yours and pulls you towards him like he would’ve done with his pillow so long ago. His hands just happen to land on your chest. They just happen to grab onto your tits like he would’ve grabbed onto the pillow.

But you’re nothing close to that sad object. You’re his wife. His angel. His everything as he buries his head in the crook of your neck and thrusts forward. He hears the breath hitch in your throat as he sets his own pace. He kisses your shoulder and hopes it’ll make it better.

And just in case it doesn’t, he whispers, “How did I get so lucky?”

Maybe you’re still sleepy or you're already fucked out. Nonetheless, your head feels heavy as all you can mutter is, “I love you…so much.” It isn’t an answer, but it’s true.

He says under his breath, “That’s right, darling. You’re my good little wife. Letting me take you like this. Letting me have what’s mine.” He hastily takes a hand and pulls up the front of your delicate nightgown so it bunches up at your stomach. Brings his fingers to the aching little bead near the top of your cunt and harshly rubs circles around it. He told himself he’d be quick. He'd have to forego the gentleness and quiet as you yelp each time he pounds into you

Eli is invading every one of your sentences, face pressed to your shoulder, soaking the fabric with his spit with every groan from his mouth, hanging wide open. His cock sliding in and out with ease as he winds you up. Large palm grasping your breast and keeping you caged in against him; subject to every one of his frantic movements. His skilled fingers remember exactly how you like your clit to be ravaged.

By the time he gets you towards the end of your rope, you could burst free from the embrace of his body. You writhe in his grip, babbling incomprehensibly through the pleasure as his seed coats the inside of you and his mouth finds your neck once more.

He kisses your skin tenderly through the aftershocks and whispers against your ear, “Thank you, my darling. I love you. Oh, how I love you.” He keeps pressing those apologetic kisses to your shoulder until you fall asleep. He follows you soon after, still buried inside of your cunt and holding you close so he doesn’t have a chance to fall out.

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[lake-archive]

Track 2

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Series: The Past Is The Past... Right?

Characters: Eli (by @watersofcamelot), Samatoki Aohitsugi

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CONTENT WARNING AHEAD! Smoking

Talk about a brat sometimes. And yet, unfortunately, Samatoki owed this brat big time, a debt one might argue could not be repaid. What did he owe someone like Eli? Well, that was no one’s business. It was personal, very personal, and reached back years ago, before any of this bullshit with the H–Age had even gone down. For now, let’s just say that this debt was that big of a deal. It was that massive. And one could only repay it step by step. This brat better be lucky that he was owed, otherwise Samatoki may have not even bothered bailing him out last second.

Even back then Eli had a talent for getting himself into all sorts of trouble with the law. It was not rare to see him causing mayhem. The boy was known to beat people to a pulp for one reason or another. That or he may have snatched something from some guy or had pulled a massive joke on some shady guy in an alleyway. Sounds pretty troublesome, right? Though a Yakuza like Samatoki shouldn’t talk, probably. After all, he also got into enough trouble with the law.

And yet, there was always a reason for that, one Samatoki couldn’t hate. Because once figuring out the pattern all of this didn’t sound so bad. It was never innocent people Eli decided to mess with. In fact, the guy couldn’t even hurt an old lady. He’d help her across the streets instead! The type of guy who would climb up a tree and help a kitten down said tree! Or get a balloon for a child so it would stop crying! Wait, actually, these are things this guy literally did. 

If you are having signs of being nothing but trouble or an ass, then that was a different story. The boy would not give it a rest and make sure that you will suffer the consequences one way or another. The only type of person being on his radar – From assholes to shady idiots found in every alleyway. Bonus if they caused some trouble beforehand. Eli had always been this way, even two years ago. And things had not changed. Even in a time where using your fists was prohibited, the boy did not hesitate to put them to use. “ It’s quicker that way ” he claimed. And he ain’t wrong about that either. Some bastards didn’t understand it any other way. And yet…

“Cold ya cause trouble without Jyuto catchin’ you everytime?” Samatoki scoffed shortly after having lit his cigarette, making sure that a small puff of smoke came out of his mouth after having removed the cigarette from his mouth.

Right next to him was Eli, having lit up his own cigarette and blowing out the smoke of his mouth here and there. He didn’t even respond verbally, at least not at first, only shrugging. He had not much more to add apparently. “Cleffto’s got what’s coming to him.” That was as much of a verbal response as he got before taking another puff from his cigarette. 

“Listen, I don’t care what you two got goin’ on but I’m sick of bailin’ you out every single time.” Samatoki explained, almost growling for a moment. It was always the same old spiel after all, having to get the boy out of whatever trouble he was having. And he just so happened to be involved with Jyuto in some way these days, ties close enough to always get Eli out whatever he had been up to and get him out of trouble yet again… Yeah, yet again. Always the same trouble, over and over. Getting convicted for something or being about to. It had almost happened yet again on Yokohama’s ground. If it had not been the moment of chance Eli would have been behind bars yet again and someone could’ve spent time bailing him out… And it would have been Samatoki yet again. And again. And again. And– You get the deal. 

“I didn’t ask you to Jaws.” The boy would sigh, the annoyance more than audible. Yeah, that had also changed recently. Back then it would’ve been: “ C’mon Jaws! They say ‘no risk, no fun’! Loosen up! ” A joke with a smile on his face, an almost irritating grin. Yet his face now had no signs of that. He seemed indifferent, not really interested whatsoever. In fact, he was dismissing it fairly easily if anything. It was as if the guy had been replaced in some aspects and right now there was a cheap copy in front of him, one that was imitating the man desperately. And yet… Even then, at the same time it was without a doubt Eli.

“Tch, ya think I don’t know that?” Samatoki scoffed right back, not wanting to take this attitude from some guy a few years younger than him. 

“Then why bother? You ain’t that old to claim custody over me.”

“But I owe ya. A bit too much…” 

"You always say that Jaws.” A joke, a jab, yet it came out somewhat forced in the end. “ANd yet, I don’t know what you owe some guy like me.”

“You forgot or something?” Samatoki asked, throwing his cigarette onto the ground and suffocating it beneath one of his feet before looking back at Eli. Right into his lifeless eyes, his lack of interest for anything really… There was no light in his eyes, none at all. Any type of joy seemed soaked out of it, the exact opposite from two years ago. This guy… 

“Maybe I just choose to not remember.” The boy said right back before letting out a sigh, then crossing his arms as ashes from his own cigarette hit the ground, right past his arm. “Listen, you really owe me nothing. So just drop it and leave me be, will ya?”

“So you say but…” If it had not been for Eli at that time, who knows what would have happened to Nemu back then. All because he stepped in and had decided to beat those creeps up before— 

“Lucky coincidence. Really, don’t sweat it… I’m not owed anything by anyone. Not like I’m worth it to begin with… ”

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#Nimue's Lake #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic oc #samatoki aohitsugi #aohitsugi samatoki #hypmic samatoki #tw smoking #cw smoking #smoking

[thestylesfamilysblog]

Soccer Surprise

Elijah Styles x Ro Styles x Harry Styles

Summary: there is no better time to be spontaneous

Warnings: none

A/N: alright here’s a little tiny blurb for you all, it’s not super long but, I hope you still enjoy❤️

The Styles house was quiet, Sage off colouring in his art room having become more independent as of recently, he really enjoyed being on his own from time to time. Harry was getting the afternoon tea ready and Ro was setting her phone up for a little facetime with Eli to check in on him and make sure he was okay.

“hi mum” came Elijah’s voice through the phone, his hair wet as if he’d just gotten out of the shower

“Hi darling, how are you?”

Elijah nodded, settling down onto his couch to get comfortable

“Good, good, just got home a bit ago from practice and m’all showered and now a bit tired”

He paused to yawn as Ro laughed softly

“How are you and dad?”

“We are good, your dad is just bringing tea over now”

Elijah smiled seeing his dad come into frame, Harry mimicking that happiness just like his son

“Hey mate, ready for your first game?”

Elijah nodded sitting up a bit straighter

“Yeah I’m ready, getting more excited!”

Ro and Harry both nodded, the two of them relieved to see him doing so well and despite the distance, remaining the same Elijah he’d always been, something Ro worried about originally.

“So Eli, I just wanted to call to let you know we’re going to fly out tonight to come see you play, we hope that’s okay!”

Elijah’s face lit up as he smiled widely

“Really!?”

“Yes really”

Harry laughed at the shock on his sons face before Elijah spoke up again

“Yeah, I’d love that!”

It had only been over a week since they’d seen one another, but Elijah was over the moon to know his parents were going to come watch his first game with his new team. He’d almost thought about asking them but decided not too, and the good thing is, his parents were already thinking ten steps ahead of him.

London here they come..

#thestylesfamily #rostyles #elijah styles #rues writes

[thethreeeyed-raven]

Boys

chapter one - beach or nah?

chapter two - “I know you didn’t hire a fucking escort.”

pairing : Tim Klitz x Fem!Reader

word count : 802

warnings : swearing, mentions of sex, deez nuts joke (i apologise), use of the ‘f’ slur

a/n : if you don’t like the outfit i described, you can look up for some on pinterest :)

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"Do you have the fever?" Matt turned to Klitz, quoting the banner that hung above their heads.

Klitz hummed in thought then turned to his friend. "No, why do you?"

"I don't know, maybe. What about you?" Matt turned to Eli who was looking straight ahead.

"I just gotta fuck something." Eli said breathlessly. Klitz shook his head and pulled a look of disgust.

"Guys!" Sorry, excuse me, excuse-sorry-" Behind the trio, your voice could be heard. You tried not to be so loud incase it annoyed people. Matt and Eli almost never heard you when you tried to get their attention, but Klitz could always hear your sweet voice.

"Guys, Y/n's here." Klitz lightly nudged Matt as they all turned around to look at you. His mouth went agape as he took in your appearance.

Half of your l/h was tied up neatly, decorated with a small white bow. You wore a white cardigan that wasn't buttoned up. Underneath that was a baby pink tube top. You wore a short skirt that was a shade darker from your top. On your feet were a pair of light pink socks and some white sneakers and you held a white Kånken bag which had a gold keychain on the zipper. For accessories, you wore a pair of pearl earrings, a pearl necklace, and few gold rings. Your makeup was light, everything matched, from your light brown eyeshadow to your clear lip gloss.

Klitz thought all of your outfits were cute and made you look beautiful, this one was no exception.

"Hey Y/n!" A bunch of hey's and hellos were shared amongst the four.

-🦋-

"I said, everybody say 'Ho!'" One of the jocks shouted to everyone on the bleachers. The head was hosting an assembly to make a few announcements.

Everyone jumped up and cheered, mostly the jocks.

"You know what I say? I say, this prom's gonna be off the hook! You feel me?" Everyone got up and cheered again. The jock looked towards the Principle then back at the crowd. "Security's gonna be tight. Get wasted before you show up!"

"That's enough! I can wait," The teacher tried to shush the rowdy audience. "I can wait, people." Everyone in the audience finally quietened down, giving the Principle time to speak.

"Now, it is your student-council president who has a few announcements to make."

A few people in the crowd clapped, including you, Klitz and Eli. "Thanks Mr Salinger," Matt said, taking the mic from him. "All right, how you doing?" There was an awkward silence, and Matt cleared his throat. "Okay, lets start off with Operation Get Samyung."

"Samyung baby!" One of the weirdo's sat near the blue jacket-wearing jocks shouted, everyone cheering after.

"Yeah," Matt tried not to seem awkward, it was painfully obvious to you three. "Well, we did it. We raised the twenty five thousand dollars, so now we can bring the genius Samyung out of Cambodia and bring him here to study at Westport."

You and Klitz sat listening to Matt intently, Eli slightly clapped for him and a few others did.

"Speaking of which, Samyung sent us a new tape."

One of the most popular boys in the school jumped up and shouted, "Show that shit!" Everyone automatically started cheering after. "Show it!"

You were honestly beginning to think these fuckers only shared one brain cell.

-🦋-

"How do they just skip class everyday and go to the beach?" Klitz asked as you four watched a bunch of students leave the building and get in their cars.

"Because they just don't care." Matt answered with a sigh. "Let's go with them."

You, Klitz and Eli gave Matt a funny look. Matt would never skip a class, no matter how much he hated it. The action would ruin his reputation and give him a bad look.

"Seriously, let's just do it."

"Why?" You and Klitz asked in synchronisation. Klitz looked away with a light blush on his cheek.

"Because, I mean, we never do anything. I mean, we're graduating, we should be going nuts right now. Let's just do something."

Deez nuts

"I am doing something, I'm going to class." Klitz argued.

You nodded along with him. "Klitzy needs his grades," You gently placed your hand on Klitz's arm, causing the blush on his face to turn darker and spread to the tips of his ears. "And besides, sand is horrible, it's messy and gets everywhere."

"Klitz, you already got into Yale. I mean, it doesn't matter anymore."

"Yeah, Klitz you pussy." Eli added on.

"Well, why don't you go?"

"Yeah, come on. Let's go."

"Beach is for fags man." You rolled your eyes at Eli's use of the 'f' slur. He knew you hated the word, yet he kept saying it anyway.

"The beach is for fags?" "Yeah." "You know what? You guys are fags." Matt said then began walking away.

Eli followed him, going to his next class.

You sighed and grabbed Klitz's arm. "Come on Klitzy, let's just skip in the toilets."

#Spotify #paul dano klitz #paul dano nation #paul dano x you #paul dano x reader #paul dano #klitz x you #klitz fluff #klitz x y/n #klitz fanfic #klitz imagine #klitz x reader #klitz the girl next door #the girl next door

[alexxmason]

Just A Touch

Paring: Eli Palmer x Deputy Callahan (belongs to @minilev) Word count: 2100+ Warnings: injuries, minor angst, hurt/comfort, pining, fluff Note: Merry Christmas @minilev 💕🎄a gift for you for the Christmas exchange hosted by @natesofrellis 💕 I hope you like it, and I hope I caught your deputy just right! This was really a joy to write, and I’m grateful to have this opportunity! Happy holidays! 🎄

The spotty signal of the radio made it hard for the woman to hear the request, and when she asked for them to repeat, she finally understood the caller, “Dep! Deputy Callahan? Do you copy?”

“Go ahead,” she cleared her throat after taking a sip from her canteen. Next, Wheaty requested Callahan to check in on their mutual colleague.

 He told her that Eli had taken off and hadn’t checked in for some time, “I know he can take care of himself, but it’s Christmas. So you know, for me? For the whitetails?” It was easy for Callahan to forget it was the holiday season rolling. People would rather be with loved ones and friends, yet they were fighting for their lives in the cold weather. And the snow was beginning to pillow the land.

After trekking out to the last location Wheaty gave her, it wasn’t too hard to narrow down Eli’s tracks. The snow was just beginning to pick up, not enough to wipe away Eli’s tracks but enough to keep the Peggies and Judges in their godforsaken holes.

She had been trekking in the mountains for some time, alone for once, to clear her mind with all that’s been going on. Her companions had meant to meet her but needed to resupply. So she was okay with this time alone.

The lack of Palmer alarmed her when she noticed a deep shade of red on the frosted ground and tracks. Multiple people. But a rustle behind the deputy caught her attention.

Too hard for the wind, and the wind doesn’t step on leaves; she’s quick to lift her weapon at the source. But a weak and stumbling Eli Palmer dropped his bow when he saw the deputy. Rushing to aid her bloodied friend and comrade.

“Dep,” the word was barely a mutter. Callahan ran to him to hold him before he could collapse.

She felt him wince and keep in a tiny groan when she had him. Her hand was wet with blood.

An exit wound through his shoulder. Likely an arrow from one of Jacob’s hunters.

Maybe the loss of blood, but he looked weary and exhaustsmile at just the sight of her when he peeked up through his unruly hair, ed. Almost in a daze, but the deputy swore she saw him “I’ve never been so happy to see you... Or a familiar face.”

“Damn, Eli! Are you okay?” The worry in her voice was noticeable when she pushed the hair from his face. Callahan ran her fingertips along his bearded cheeks. Even under the unkempt beard, they were cold and growing pale.

She didn’t notice when Eli sighed at the touch, almost following her hand.

“We need to get you back to the Wolf’s Den.”

Instead of her plan, Eli pointed her into the opposite of the Wolf’s Den; he explained in painful breaths, “It’s too far. McClellan's old cabin is up here.” 

Hesitant, Callahan agreed as she held him as best as she could. Unfortunately, the cold and the wind slowed them down just a bit. The man was right about it being closer.

As the deputy helped him up the steps, she asked, “Eli, what happened out there?” “It’s..” Palmer grew silent when Callahan reached for the door of the old cabin, “Bad call.” He answered her once they entered the empty home.

It’s like any other home and cabin in Hope County. A hollow shell with littered papers and dust-covered furniture. 

It was still cold but much warmer than outside. For now, her warm leather would keep her warm. She was more worried about her injured friend.

“I could say that with the cold coming in and you leaving the Wolf’s Den,” There was a slight hint of snark in her tone, but she tried to hide it when she let him go. 

The woman had him sit at a nearby round dining table with only one chair, “What were you doing out here?” 

Eli didn’t answer. His eyes avoided her own brown eyes; clearly, something was eating at him, but he only instructed her to scope out the cabin and find some medicine.

Instead of pressing her injured ally, Callahan checked the home out. The living and dining space were trashed; random papers were along the ground. Likely peggies looking for any legal papers.

With a slight nudge of her boot, she moved broken glass along the baseboards and out the way as she checked the back room and bathroom. The most simple bedroom with dark wood end tables and a matching dresser, and a made bed, untouched by the rough invaders that ravaged the rest of the home. 

Maybe cultists weren’t savages after all.

The bathroom was just as neatly kept. It could be shocking to see it so cleaned even with all the dust and lack of tenants.

Callahan raided the medicine cabinet and sighed with relief when she found a proper solution for Eli’s wound. She felt even more relief when she found a roll of gauze, maybe just enough for her friend. 

When she returned to the living space, Eli was tending to the fireplace, holding his still bleeding shoulder while blowing into the bottom of the grate.

“You know burning coals are just a bit hotter than burning wood?” A random fact as the Whitetail used a poker to shuffle the cold, old wood inside the fireplace. Like luck was on his side, the fire started slowly. 

It gave them just enough light to their space, and Callahan called to him, “You want me to patch that shoulder up?”

He doesn’t look at her. Only at the fireplace as the flames grew with his care. Each of his movements was painful, but he didn’t turn back at the deputy, “Can you believe it’s Christmas?”

“Time flies when you’re surviving,” she motioned him to her. To the seat she left him at before as she prepared for whatever medical attention she could give him. 

Eli was so hesitant, so shameful as he kept his face down. The long, dark locks covering his face.

“May I?” Callahan asked to remove his shirt. When he nodded to her and stood to make it easier, Callahan pulled the fabric up. Listening to a small wince of pain, she quickly apologized, “Are you sure you don’t want me to take you to the Wolf’s Den?”

“I trust you, Cal,” a free hand takes hers and pats it lightly, “Plus it’s gonna get too cold for me to get out there.”

Her eyes followed his and watched his hand for a moment. A tender and careful touch, but one that lasted a little too long. 

It took Eli a moment before pulling away and nodding to the sweet deputy.

With his blessing and guidance, Deputy Callahan began to tend to his wound. Lightly dabbing away the dried blood. It made the Whitetail contain any sounds of pain. His breaths were controlled and deep as she attempted to suture the open wound. Eli even guided her, his hand on hers just for a moment when he did.

 His hold was gentle, the soft drag of his thumb lightly on her knuckles made her chest twist a bit. It’s the lightest touch, tender and reassuring. It’s something she felt before.

The cabin had warmed up a bit when Callahan was finished wrapping the shoulder. She smiled to herself when Eli attempted to move his arm up.

Still, in pain, he praised her, “Not bad, you did good.”

Callahan noted the continued lack of eye contact again, and she pressed him a bit, “Eli, what’s wrong?” She heard a confused hum and asked again, “You never leave the Den, and it’s not like you to be careless. Is everything okay?”

When he didn't answer right away, Eli let out a deep sigh and rubbed his hands hard. He shook his head and his hair with him, “It’s Christmas. I.. thought about all the whitetails stuck with Jacob. Stuck at the Grand View.” She watched as his shoulders tensed, “I thought maybe with the cold, they would be lax in security. I just didn’t want our people to be left alone like that. Not on Christmas.”

Maybe he was feeling guilty. It wasn’t uncommon for resistance members to feel the weight of loss, the loss of their comrades and friends. It didn’t help that it was being dragged out for months and into holidays meant to be spent with loved ones.

“I’m sure I tripped the alarm and caused a lockdown. And worse.” He told her, “I… just wanted to bring some folks home.”

“Eli..” Callahan grabbed his hand carefully. Her scarred hand ran over his to comfort the shaken man, “You couldn’t have known what would happen.”

He went on but kept his face from hers, “No? I came home busted up and failed.” Callahan could hear him exhale a shaken and frustrated breath before he said, “How do you do it?” it confused her what he meant, and he asked how does she keep going when it felt like they were losing.

Callahan didn’t want to talk about herself; she had her own methods and drew strength from her own path. Instead, she asked him the same question, “How do you?” That caught Eli’s attention, his dark eyes peeked through his hair, and he shook his head. It coaxed her to go into more detail, “We’ve been at this for a while. We’re still here.” “I guess that’s true. We have people to fight for,” he answered. His free hand covered hers. Cradling her hands as they held his.

The touch was careful. Fragile even as the deputy inhaled deeply at his tenderness. Eli was hesitant when he lifted her hand to his forehead. She could feel his warm skin now, not at all as cold as before.

Callahan dropped to her knees before she took a hand from him and put it on his wounded shoulder as the deputy asked, “You’re gonna be okay, right?”

“I will be,” his voice was soft, still so gruff and optimistic.

It didn’t stop a slight flush build when Callahan ran her hand up his neck to his cheek, dragging a thumb along his cheekbone. It was rough with his facial hair, but it didn’t matter.

It didn’t matter. Not the terrible cold and the unavoidable danger in the county. The holiday didn’t even matter.

What was important was the company. The safety of her ally and friend. 

A companion whose face Callahan held in her face. Cradling such an unruly man that was mistaken for a Peggie, but yet so much more. 

Eli didn’t stop himself from leaning into Callahan's touch, not when he felt the deputy’s thumb caress his cheeks. Resting his hands on her shoulders, she let out a small sigh when he pressed his forehead to hers.

There was no objection when the deputy felt his nose against her, the slightest and softest touch. It was hesitant till she doesn’t pull from him. It was just them, and there he wouldn’t let her go. Now when the deputy was so close. 

It’s then he finally peeked up. Finally, locking his dark, soulful eyes onto hers. They’re more enthralling than he wanted them to be. Too inciting, her lovely cheeks were warm to his touch.

Like the raging fireplace illuminating their room, Eli’s cheeks were burning, and he was thankful for this beard. But he doesn’t stop to put the faintest kiss on her thumb. So when he felt her shudder a bit when kissed her fingertip, everything in him pulled him to her.

He’d lost so much, and his inspiration brought him his strength. The fire in Cal’s eyes, he was it then when she said his name. A soft and hushed “Eli,” but it makes it sweeter when the young woman’s hands brushed his long hair from his flushed face. His own hands cup her beautiful face.

Her eyes wandered along his face, his eyes, and his lips. Then, watching as he took in deep, shuddering inhales with her touch before grazing his lips against hers and planting the softest kiss on her lips.

It was almost more painful than his shoulder when she held his hair tightly, but it only coaxed him to kiss her more deeply. More desperate when he feel Cal’s fingers in his hair, mewling softly into his kiss.

With a burning intoxication, Eli wrapped his arms around the deputy. Holding her tightly against him, groaning deeply when he felt her tongue along his.

Her enthralling gaze and touch took hold of the Whitetail, or Eli was just weak.

It didn’t matter. They’ll be okay. They had the company.

#i hope you like it 😭💕 #merry christmas! #fc5 gift exchange 2022 #deputy callahan #eli palmer #callahan x eli

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay-adjacent Visuals: Unshaken

Geoff's cover of the song Unshaken from the videogame Red Dead Redemption 2 was uploaded on the 10th of March, 2024, i.e. a month ago for you reading this. I wasn't quite sure at first if I was going to make a Voiceplay-adjacent Visuals post for this video or not, but I waited a couple-ish days (it released on a Sunday morning, and I'm currently typing this on the following Tuesday night), had a think about it (and watched it about half a dozen times, 5 of those just in its first day of release), and decided "yeah, I can talk about this!"

So let's get into this!

Ho boy, that's one hell of an opening shot (and yes I know I said the same thing about Jack's Lament), and we linger on it for like 5 seconds as well!

(Howdy there, Daryl!)

Original thumbnail/Spotify image alert! (And this was the image Geoff posted a week earlier on his Community tab as a little sneak peek, like he really gave nothing else away ahead of time)

For a red hot second (hah) when I first watched this video I thought there was gonna be a red tint to the visuals the whole time, but thankfully no

Did you notice how the screen expands at the same time as the lighting changes? Very neat!

Also interesting that the lighting on Goff, Daryl, Jeoph, and Jeff (more on them in a minute) is not just plain white or yellow; it's almost definitely green. The red lighting has not disappeared, as you can tell from the background, but it gets (mostly) cancelled out in the foreground by the green lighting, because red and green are of course complementary (opposite) colours. But also, red can be associated with danger and warnings (and it's in the title of the videogame of course), and green can sometimes be a "spooky"/"eerie" colour, particularly the bright neon kind. Things to think about!

(And of course, the credit for lighting automation goes to none other than Eli. Thanks Eli! (though I assume Geoff had a fair hand in coming up with ideas for lighting design as well).

If you're reading this, you almost definitely know that this video is technically a prequel to Geoff's video for Ghost Riders In The Sky - here, we see Goff, Daryl, Jeoph, and Jeff as living human cowboys, before they became ghost cowboys. I made a side-by-side comparison post not long after this video dropped, which you can find here

I am of course, quite pleased to see the return of the "Geoffettes", and if you've been following my Voiceplay-adjacent Visuals posts (the last of which was written at least a few weeks before this), you'll know I was keenly anticipating their next feature in a Geoff video. What I wasn't expecting, however, was to have a video that was in fact, just them! Jeff, Jeoph, Goff, and Daryl, but no Geoff! A bold move, to let them do a video all by themselves, but hey, I'm not complaining! 😁😉

Jeoph takes lead vocals for most of this one (technically a primarily-visual observation, for obvious reasons), which is interesting, as he was the only one of the four "brothers" in Ghost Riders to get a proper solo part (the "cowboy change your ways today" line). I wonder if the connection is deliberate/intentional?

(Also Jeoph's got charm, I'll give him that)

I'm assuming that is in fact the same coat that Daryl wore in Ghost Riders In The Sky, since all the other costume pieces match up, but because of the lighting, it looks like a different colour. In Ghost Riders, it seems to have a bit more of a reddish tinge to it, but with the green lighting here, it looks more like a regular brown.

Also because I didn't mention it in my Ghost Riders post, I'll mention it here instead: Thanks to the leather coat (and a bit of extra clothing layering underneath I believe), Daryl looks like he's got a bit of extra "heft" (weight/muscle) on him compared to the other three riders, as pointed out by someone in the comments section of the Ghost Riders video

Oh yeah and there's this golden light backdrop as well, which is quite nice, and I feel like there's some sort of meaning/intention behind this as well, but I haven't quite figured it out yet, rip

Also if Daryl's the largest of the group, at least by a small margin, then I'm saying that Jeff is the thinnest, at least a little bit.

Back to the harsh red lighting for the chorus!

Oh yeah and then we get more of a cool green lighting backdrop for the second chorus - sorta fitting for the lyrics about the whispering pines.

Also I just realized I haven't yet said a word about the set design, which is honestly criminal of me because it is on point. All the props are so cool, like the lanterns and the horse saddle on the far left side, and it definitely nails the Old West theme!

(This was of course filmed at Pattycake Productions Studios, so shoutout to them for their help/collaboration!)

(This shot is more representative of how Daryl's coat appears in the Ghost Riders video in reagards to colour)

Interestingly, Goff doesn't get any solo/lead parts in this one, and also I can't figure out whether he's left-handed in this video too or not. He's holding a large gun (rifle? musket? idk I'm Australian) in his right hand, but I can't see a gun holster on his right hip, so I'm assuming he has a holster on his left hip like in Ghost Riders (and I know Jeff kept his underarm holster in this video)

If I may step "out-of-universe" and talk reality for a hot second, I love the fact that even when Geoff is portraying 4 different cowboy characters, the rings stay on the whole time, for every single one, and so does The Necklace (you can only see part of the necklace chain in shots of Jeff, Jeoph, and Goff here though). Like truly, his jewelry (all of which is a symbol/representation of his love for his wife <3 ) only comes off in the most exceptional of circumstances (like having your hands and chest spray-painted to turn you into a skeleton, for example)

On a completely different Doylian note, how the frick does Geoff Castellucci's hair work? Watch this video, and look at the colour/shade of his hair. Then go watch Wicked Game, the video released just last month, and do the same. And as a bonus, go watch Sleeping In The Cold Below. Seriously, is lighting more powerful/influential than I thought, or does he use colouring products sometimes? I swear I'm gonna be talking about this in many posts to come this year, lol rip.

Jeff is my favourite in this video, though I can't help but love them all 😁

And peep the underarm gun holster I mentioned!

Handsome pretty boy <3

Also love the fact that since Jeff's shirt didn't have any buttons on it to leave undone, he left a button undone on his vest instead (Geoff and his "Clones" are nothing if not consistent 😆)

Lighting change!

"Will the hunter be hunted by the smoking gun?"

Jeoph removes his hat, which in a lot of media is often associated with acknowledgement of death, and the way he holds/looks at his gun here makes me think that Cowboy Jeoph has in fact killed somebody (in this essay I will...)

(Also Matthew "Bucky" Buckner is credited as "special consultant" for this video. Did he help out with the use of the gun props or something? (they are just props, right?))

"Amidst the crash of the-"

Love the sudden light flash to match with the sudden line pause, like a flash of lightning, and it kinda sounded like there was a subtle thunderclap there too!

You know I love a good passionate belt from Geoff (or one of the Geoffettes) in a video 😄💜

It's quite different tone-wise, but this bit reminds me of Geoff's Shenandoah video, with two of the Geoff clones seemingly conducting with each other at one point. Go rewatch that video after this, you'll see what I mean.

Also either it's just me, or for most of this, the self-conducting hand movements are kept quite minimal/subtle, only increasing moreso here at the big climax of the song/video. I'm gonna have to watch this video a few more times to confirm, but it adds to the more sombre vibe of the video imo (like obviously we know how the story ends for the four of them here, and it's not exactly a happy ending)

Go off Jeoph!

I also wish to know if there's any particular meaning/significance behind Jeff taking off his hat early on in the video and then putting it back on at the end (other than the thought that only just came to me right now, in that it's very similar to Jeff in Folsom Prison Blues, removing his glasses early on in the video, and then putting them back on at the end.)

Honestly love this final shot, it's very cool 👌

There is one thing missing though: the gramophone logo at the end! It's not there! The video just goes straight to the Patrons list! It's not even at the very very end! Did Geoff just forget? Is it some subtle symbolism connected to how "Main Geoff" isn't in this video? I guess we'll just have to wait and see whether or not it shows up at the end of the next one!

And here I was wondering whether or not I'd have a lot to say about this video or a lot of screenshots to take! Guess I had no need to worry after all! Geoff once again knocked it out the park, and yes, as I said at the start, I watched this 5 times in one day! The arrangement is very impressive, as we've come to expect from Geoff, and though I predicted this would be a Low Bass Cover the moment I realized this would be a Western-style song/video, this was still ridiculously low. Geoff pulled out all the stops for this one, and I love it!

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