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[forbidden-sunlight]

yandere!ceo with villainess!reader [part three]

warnings: mentions of infidelity, non-consensual surveillance, delusional and obsessive thoughts, workplace toxicity, verbal abuse or harassment

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Hey guys and welcome back to part three of this series, created in collaboration with the talented @deathmetalunicorn1! I know a lot of people have asked for this next segment, and it is finished after a lot of edits and two rough drafts back-to-back!

Just so everyone knows, I am going to be focused on another project starting in June, so please be patient in the meantime and do not flood my inbox with requests or asks as to when the finale of this series will be posted.

Now that this little announcement is out of the way, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show :)

Part One

Part Two

You could not wait to have your first sip of caffeinated bliss since seven o’clock this morning when you left for the office. The presentation was almost finished, all it needed were a few more checks on some references after a much-needed lunch break. The catering company had texted you that the foodstuff had already been delivered to your department as soon as you walked inside  the coffee shop. You were about to send a review for their business when a notification on another app popped it. The purple app  with a clapperboard icon that only you could see because it was directly connected to Being X. This was how you received the viewer ratings for each episode so far. But…why were the results for this episode already in? Shouldn’t it have happened until later? 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, your shaking pointer finger tapped it. A creme-colored screen appeared with the words congratulations, congratulations, congratulations written in bold cursive lettering. Beneath it were numbers. Stats about the ratings.

You quickly scanned them, seeing that today’s episodes had exceeded the requirements to move forward with the next segment and not a reset with negative comments from the audience or a sarcastic message from Being X to have better luck next time on the fifth loop and a smiling emoji at the end. But why and how did this even happen when you just arrived on the set?

“YEO JUNG-HWA, HOW COULD TALK TO ME LIKE THAT?! YOU’RE EMBARRASSING ME!”

Ah. You would recognize that voice anywhere. Hyeung Mun-Hee. Of course she is having a clandestine with the male lead instead of answering her phone to come into work and help out with the project after her lover pushed the deadline to Monday morning instead of next month. But raising her voice in public, and from what it sounds like, she’s actually arguing with him? Well  seeing the two main actors in this drama world having a spat when their chemistry is supposed to be flawless and the epitome of true love would rank in high ratings. If they saw the villainess catching her fiance in the act of seeing another woman behind her back and pouring hot coffee over the female lead’s head, the act wouldn’t reap even half of these glowing online comments that keep popping up every few minutes. 

“I have an order for Park ready?”

The universe is smiling down on you today. 

You thanked the barista profusely as he carefully handed you one of the coffee holders, asking if you’d like help with carrying everything to your car. You gladly took up on his offer, secretly slipping a tip into his hand afterwards before heading back to the office. 

By four o’clock, the quarterly income statements were triple-checked and emailed off to Yeo Jung-Hwa. Tomorrow’s workload included the inspection of the company’s financial software, and the firewalls with the head of the IT Department. 

All the more reason to be lazy for the rest of your Saturday, curling up in some blankets and comfy clothes,  watching a cooking show to pass the time until Caretaker Lee knocked your door, informing you that dinner was ready. You immediately followed her downstairs to the dining room, seeing everyone else in the Park family waiting for you with warm smiles. 

The evening’s dish was bibimbap, a bowl consisting of meat, vegetables, and white rice. The side dishes with sliced green onions and kimchi. Small talk was exchanged between glasses of wine and bites of Caretaker Lee’s delicious meal. 

Your younger brother wasn’t quite ready to have alcohol yet despite his claims that he is of age to drink. Your mother shared a funny story she heard about at the salon. Your father rarely said a word during dinner, but the loving gaze in his eyes told you everything you needed to know. Sometimes you hoped that all of it was real….but having too much hope will only make someone go insane. And you had no intention of being trapped in this hellhole for another loop. Being X? Fuck you. 

The rest of the weekend went by in the blink of an eye. Everything went well, and you attached a copy of the inspection reports in another email to the male lead before finally falling asleep at almost midnight. 

You couldn’t be blamed for being a bit cranky on Monday morning after arriving at the office with a large to-go mug of coffee in hand. At least you hoped so. You were not in the mood for any drama, and your team seemed to pick up on the vibes very quickly, diving into their tasks and only asking you questions if it was absolutely necessary. 

 For someone who skipped out on work this past weekend, Hyeung Mun-Hee looked like shit. She kept looking at her phone more often than usual with a crazed look in her eyes, biting her thumbnail until it bled. Wow. Okay, the fight with the male lead definitely bothered her a lot. Maybe it’s because it was the first argument she ever had with him?

You did not know and did not have the energy to care. You preferred to channel it into being productive and as polite as possible, especially when your face popped up on the online meeting with all the other heads, including Yeo Jung-Hwa. To your surprise, he had nothing but high praise for your team, promising to bestow a proper reward for their hard work. 

Funny how he didn’t mention Hyeung Mun-Hee at all or accused you of stealing the credit since he knew she wasn’t in the office helping with crunching numbers and running tests on the software. 

The male lead is actually not being a total dumbass in a time loop. What are the odds of that actually happening? 

Regardless, the day ended on a pleasant note and you decided to treat yourself to a pastry on the way back home. But as you waited in the drive thru, your phone binged with a text notification while you were scrolling through some reels for knitting ideas. It was from Yeo Jung-Hwa. He wanted you to join him for dinner on Friday evening. If it didn’t work for you, he is available on Saturday afternoon for lunch. 

The place would be entirely up to you. You know his preferences, so he isn’t too worried that you would make a mistake. At this point you weren’t sure if he’s complimenting your powers of observation or it was some backhanded insult.

No matter how much you wanted to delete the message and pretend that you never received it, refusing the male lead’s invitation is also a bad idea because you were stuck playing the role of Park Seo-yun, his fiancée who is supposed to be head over heels in love with him. If the real one were here instead of you, she would immediately jump at the chance to reclaim his affection before her engagement could be annulled. 

The car behind yours honked and you saw that the drive thru was clear. You quickly drove up to it, placing your order in, then headed to the window. A few minutes later you had your treat in hand but you didn’t take a left and merged with the traffic heading towards home. Instead you parked your vehicle in the adjacent lot and glanced down at the text again. You didn’t want to sound like a teenage girl, and responding in a cold, professional tone would probably piss him off or lower the audience ratings. After some deliberation, you decided to settle for the following message:

 All right, if that’s what you want. How about the Lotus Pavilion? I heard it’s really good but haven’t had the chance to go there. What do you think? 🌸 😊

The Lotus Pavilion is a five-star restaurant that not only boasts of a fine dining experience for the wealthy to enjoy at their behest, it’s also where Yeo Jung-Hwa frequently visit during the drama with the excuse that it is close to the male lead’s home, which is complete bullshit because Park Seo-yun in the original script got kicked out of their VIP list for inappropriate behavior; what really happened is that she caused a scene after catching Yeo Jung-Hwa and Hyeung Mun-Hee sitting together, calling them out on their affair, and the establishment wanted no connection to such a scandal. 

Since you got booted from there in the previous loops, why not see what this place has to offer for this world’s villainess who hasn’t caught on to her fiancé’s philandering behavior yet? 

 It would be interesting if anyone realized that the male lead’s usual companion wasn’t with him that night~. 

Yeo Jung-Hwa was simultaneously startled and ashamed to see the name of the restaurant you had wanted to go to. The Lotus Pavilion? It wasn’t too bad, but he knew you wouldn’t like the elitism atmosphere at all. You preferred to relax in a cozy cafe or indulge in the home-cooked meals that your housekeeper made. He knows you so well, yet why would you want to go here of all places? That was where he took Hyeung Mun-Hee all of the time!  His eyes widened in realization. Wait. Is it possible that you have been aware of his affair with that woman for this entire time, and you chose not to say a word about it because you were afraid it would affect his reputation just as much as yours? Or that he would call off the engagement so that he could marry Hyeung Mun-Hee?

If he were still an idiot, then yes he would have. But he has changed for the better, and all because he had been suspicious of your behavior. Now he understands that there is more to you than meets the eye and why you’ve chosen to hide your true self from everyone. The business world can be a cruel and unforgiving place to thrive professionally; kindness and generosity in a leader were all well and good, but noblesse oblige did not snuff out the competitors or pay the employees their hard-earned paychecks. 

You possesed intelligence, ambition, integrity, and a strong work ethic. All of the qualities needed in a team leader as well as someone who is to be married into his family in the near future. 

Yeo Jung-Hwa felt his face burn at the idea of seeing you walking down the aisle in a beautiful gown, smiling brightly and eyes shining with happiness. Yes. He will go through with the engagement. He will become your husband and the sole breadwinner so that you wouldn’t have to stress about deadlines or meetings, converting that boundless energy into nurturing your children in a loving home.

But before these fantasies could become a reality, he needed to rebuild the foundation of your relationship. To gain your trust and sever ties completely with Hyeung Mun-Hee. He’s already taken the first step to putting distance between himself and that woman by blocking her phone calls and avoiding her entirely at the office during work hours. It might have only been a day, but it is progress in the right direction. 

The reservations for The Lotus Pavilion were made in less than two minutes with explicit instructions on your food preferences. Failure was not an option or else he would personally speak to the manager about his staff’s lack of training. The maitre’d  stutter over the phone as he tried to reassure him that everything will go according to plan before Yeo Jung-Hwa hung up. Soon, he thought with a smile. Soon everything will be alright again between Park Seo-yun and I and we will be happy. 

The reservations for The Lotus Pavilion were made in less than two minutes with explicit instructions on your food preferences. Failure was not an option or else he would personally speak to the manager about his staff’s lack of training. The maitre’d  stutter over the phone as he tried to reassure him that everything will go according to plan before Yeo Jung-Hwa hung up. Soon, he thought with a smile. Soon everything will be alright again between Park Seo-yun and I and we will be happy. 

You really wished Friday evening hadn’t come as quickly as it did. The work week went by in a flash, and before you realized what was happening, you had entered the main lobby on the first floor and informed the maitre’d that you were here under the reservation of your dinner companion. Her shocked expression told you everything, much to your chagrin. That son of a bitch made no effort to hide his affair with the female lead in this place, and now that you were with him tonight ...well, this is going to turn into a big mess if you weren’t too careful. There is still the possibility of being kicked out of here for causing a ruckus. 

Question is, will it help the male lead realize that he must break things off with you and put his energy into mending things with Hyeung Mun-Hee?  Couples who can’t communicate their feelings to each other properly are doomed to fail. Moreover, their romance is the driving force behind Love and Fortune. Without these two characters, this world would not exist.

And how you wished for its destruction every goddamned time you were forced to relive these scenes when Being X disapproved of your acting. 

Although the name itself is a bit misleading because the restaurant’s interior design looked nothing like a pavilion from those historical dramas, you did have credit to whoever came up with the idea of planting a cherry blossom tree in the center of the first floor. It wasn’t completely in the way for the kitchen staff or clients, and it gave off an ethereal glow thanks to  the low lighting from the ceiling lamps, almost as if the tree was possessed by a spirit or a goddess of love. 

When the reservation was found, you followed a waiter up the stairs to the second floor and all the way to the back where the VIP section for the Lotus Pavilion’s wealthiest clients could enjoy a peaceful evening away from prying eyes so long as they were willing to pay the fee. Sitting at a table for two with a view of the city was Yeo Jung-Hwa, looking amazing as ever because of plot armor and he’s the male lead. No matter what is going on in this world, he’s always dressed to the nines. If he wants to go out in style then so be it. 

Was the day’s exhaustion catching up to you or did his eyes actually brighten when you made eye contact with him? No. That can’t be right. 

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.” You said as you gracefully sat down in the leather chair. You thanked the waiter under your breath as he carefully scooted you in before he pulled out a notepad. You ordered ice water and the evening’s special mocktail. Yeo Jung Hwa raised an eyebrow. “No alcohol?” He said after the server disappeared back towards the door. Or was there a bar here? It was too dark to tell. 

You shrugged. “Didn’t feel like it.” You said, folding your hands in your lap. “And to what do I owe the pleasure of your company tonight? I was certain that you had…other plans.” You watched him swallow thickly, the fingers coiling tighter around the stem of his wine glass before he lifted it to his lips, took a few sips, and set it back down. He then grabbed the menu sitting on his left, offering it to you. 

“Please select what you would like tonight. There is no need to be worried about paying for your own meal. It’s my treat.”

“I would have paid for it even if you had not offered to do so.” You said lightly. “Nor did you answer my question.” You plucked the menu from his outstretched hand, opening it to see the evening’s specials recommended by the chef. “But I suppose that doesn’t matter, does it? That was then, this is now.” You looked up at him with a quirked brow. “Or should I be concerned? I am to be your wife, and any matters regarding the conglomerate could be stressful to the employees, and to you, even myself who is a team leader in the Finance Department.” 

His eyes widened. "Do you need to take any time off?” He asked suddenly. “I will gladly give it to you! You need to take care of yourself!" 

You blinked. Well, that was an answer you had not expected from the cold-hearted CEO of this drama world to say to his villainous fiancee. Suppose you’ll take it with a grain of salt for now? After all, Being X has allowed some leeway in your assigned role. Why wouldn’t the puppetmaster do the same thing for one of his beloved actors? 

“Thank you for your concern.” You said. “If I need to take some time off, I will submit a request in advance so I won’t cause any trouble for the team.” You watched Yeo Jung-Hwa exhale a sigh in relief before he reached for his phone, tapping on it for a few moments before he put it back on the table face down. Then it kept vibrating every couple of minutes until he grabbed it again and presumably shut it off, just right when the waiter came back with drinks. Yeo Jung-Hwa ordered a Hanwoo steak with rice, steamed vegetables and an American side salad. You asked for the same thing, but requested a thicker slice of the meat and doubled the size of the side dishes, if the chef would be so kind as to do that. Also dessert. You couldn’t top off a meal without something sweet, and everything looked delicious. You were pretty hungry after working hard today~. 

 "Are you really going to eat all that? Wouldn't you like something lighter?" 

You paused, turning towards Yeo Jung-Hwa in astonishment. Did…he really just say that? This son of a bitch actually has the fucking nerve to make a comment like that in public? Humiliation and anger boiled in your veins simultaneously, and you could hear the other patrons whispering. Their assumptions, their spiteful comments, even how Yeo Jung-Hwa is engaged to a glutton instead of one of their daughters. Unbelievable.

You inhaled a deep breath through your nose, and exhaled through your mouth before you looked back at the waiter with a tight smile. “If it’s all right, could you put my order in a carry-out box?” You flashed a black card at him. “The fees won’t be an issue, and I’ll add an extra tip to you and the staff for accommodating me.”

“Wait, what are you-”

“I am going home to enjoy my meal without being judged.” You said icily, your smile still stretched across your lips. “I will not apologize for ordering as much food as I am because I did not have much time today to enjoy my lunch, no thanks to an emergency meeting that you arranged and taking Hyeung Mun-Hee aside in my office as she is being negligent of her work again. Even after I gave her a lecture, she still had the nerve to believe I was bullying her, and said I would be the one on her knees begging for forgiveness once her lover had heard about it. Tell me Yeo Jung-Hwa, who in the world would put such thoughts into her mind?” You laced your hands together, resting your elbows on the table. “As my supervisor, I am asking for advice as to how I should discipline her.” 

“....”

“Well, thank you for a lovely evening, Yeo Jung-Hwa. I’ll see on Monday morning.” You said, taking the plastic bag from the waiter who had returned your card. You shoved the card in your purse and left the restaurant. You heard him call out to you, but you ignored him and unlocked your vehicle. Your arm would have been grabbed a second sooner if you didn’t quicken your pace, opening and slamming the driver’s side. You turned on the engine and drove off into the night towards home. Well, your temporary sanctuary anyway. 

About an hour later you had retreated to your room, brushing off your father’s concern for the tears that were trickling down your face in favor of a much needed self-care session. A hot bath with burning incense and music playing in the background, comfortable clothes, and your meal that you hadn’t gotten a chance to try. Caretaker Lee was kind enough to deliver it on a silver tray with a steaming cup of hot cocoa next to your dessert. She always knew how to make you feel better and unashamed of who you are.

 A complete contrast to a certain someone who hasn’t stopped texting or leaving you voicemails when you’ve refused to pick your phone. Asshole. 

Frustrated and hungry, you unlocked your device and shut it off. You threw it on the bed and turned on the television, tray on your lap and your attention now glued to the opening credits of a high stakes baking competition. 

Yeo Jung-Hwa  was embarrassed with how you acted this evening. Why were you so mad? Yes, he knew you had a big appetite but he did not know that you had skipped lunch because he can’t install cameras in your office! 

And why would Hyeung Mun-Hee say something like that to you?! Is she trying to broadcast their relationship to the conglomerate when he’s told her to keep her mouth shut about it? If it’s known that he, the leader of his family’s empire and an engaged man is having an affair, the stocks would plummet! He would be ruined, you would be ruined!

Can’t she understand that I do want to mend our relationship, and she has the nerve to walk out on me like that?! He thought, anger swelling up inside of him and ready to burst from his chest as he lifted his hands to card through his hair, tugging at the roots in frustration. God, he needed a stiff drink after this fiasco. 

He informed the server to put his food in a carry-out box as well, paying for the meal that he didn’t get to enjoy while trying very hard to ignore the other patrons as they whispered to each other about what they had seen tonight. The scene you had caused. 

He returned home, ate his meal and retreated to his office with a second drink in his hand. He booted up the computer and tapped into the camera feed. Yeo Jung-Hwa’s heart lurched uncomfortably. He had expected you to be asleep or reading or kitting or watching television, not crying in your father’s arms!

Yeo Jung-Hwa leaned back in his leather chair, widened violet eyes unable to tear away from the screen as he watched your shoulders tremble in your father’s embrace. The head of the Park family rocked you back and forth, whispering softly in your hair. Gone is the fearless leader and in his place is a loving, concerned parent. Someone he wanted to be after having children with you…but was that even possible now?

He hadn’t meant to upset you, to make you cry. His mind was now clear, all of the anger gone and out of his system. In retrospect, you were not wrong with how you acted. He was the one who acted inappropriately, making a callous comment about your appetite when he hadn’t meant to say it as an insult. It was an honest slip of the tongue! 

His hands trembled, now suddenly terrified that your father would be the one to call off the engagement and arrange you to marry someone else. No. No, that couldn’t happen! He wanted to be with you! He wanted to make this relationship work!

He exhaled a shaky breath, taking another swing from his glass before he set down on the table. When he did so, his phone chimed with a notification. Another phone call from Hyeung Mun-Hee. 

His thumb swiped across the screen as he declined the call and turned his attention back to you and your father, praying that his worst nightmare would not be made a reality on Monday morning. 

That he still had a chance to make things right. 

“Am I overreacting? Did you not hear me when I said he took that woman to our favorite restaurant, and she made a scene?! It’s a good thing no one actually posted a video about it, and I heard about this incident from a reliable source, or the situation could have been a lot worse! What? No! No, this will not be a determinant to our plans. Have a little faith in me! I need to go. I have an important call to make. I’ll see you soon.” 

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[planetaryupscaled]

Our Little Secret

Male Reader x Eunbi

Tags: 4k, creampie, stepmom

The story is not ours; we simply alter the original story to our preferred settings.

“Oh you like that? you naughty boy.”

—

I became a new half-brother three months ago, at the age of twenty-three. Though I know this is completely normal, it still feels strange to be so much older than my sister. Even stranger that my step-mom is not much older than me. A year ago, my dad married a twenty seven year old woman. She had her child three months ago at the age of 28. It still feels strange to see them with a baby. But I'm getting used to it.

As I walked up to the door of their house, I took out my key and unlocked the door letting myself in. Walking in, I set my bag next to the staircase.

“Hello.”

“Hey Tae,” my step-mother, Eunbi, called. “In the living room.”

Walking into the living room I was a little startled as she was breastfeeding Sooyun on the couch.

“I hope you’re not offended by this,” Eunbi said looking up at me with smile. “I was just finishing giving her a snack before putting her down for bed.”

“Oh no, not at all,”

“Good,” she replied with a soft smile. “Going to put her down and let your dad watch her for a while. Though he’s taking a quick nap, had a hard day at work I guess.”

“Figures,” I said with a bit of a knowing look.

“Yep, that’s him. Always the party crasher,” Eunbi said as she walked out of the room.

As Eunbi walked by me, I caught a glimpse of one of her breasts, as she hadn't put that side of her spaghetti strap top back on. She obviously wasn’t wearing a bra and while I had noticed it before, her breasts really had grown quite a bit since her pregnancy. Probably has a lot to do with the milk stored in them now. She used to probably be something like a B cup, I never looked that hard really, she is my step-mother after all.

I was sitting on the couch with a bottle of water by the time she came back into the living room. Walking back in I looked a little more closely. At her breasts and entire body, they really had grown a considerable amount.

Eunbi was very attractive. She had pretty tanned skin and black long hair that flowed down her shoulders. Her eyes were dark brown. She was pretty much back in good shape, loosing most of all that extra pregnancy weight, which just in three months is pretty amazing. Eunbi was about 5’3” I would guess and what she was wearing only helped make her look better. Not that she really needs it.

Since it was the middle of summer, it made sense that she had on the black spaghetti strap top which she had put back into place but still no bra. She was wearing light colored jean shorts that probably went to about mid-thigh, showing off her legs nicely with a pair easy slip-on sandal.

“Would you like anything else to drink?” Eunbi asked as she noticed my bottle of water.

“No, water is just fine,” I replied with a soft smile.

“Oh being healthy tonight huh?” she teased lightly.

“Hey! I am, most of the time,” I shot back playfully.

“Well,” she replied looking at me. “With a physique like that, you must.”

“Water does help,” I replied mid laugh and with a smile. “Thanks.”

Eunbi then walked over and sat next to me on the couch as she turned on the TV, with only about four inches separating our legs. She turned down the volume enough so that we could still hear each other talking.

“So did you have a decent day?” Eunbi asked turning her head to look at me.

“Eh it wasn’t so bad,” I replied with a smile. There was a moment after I replied that we both looked into each other's eyes for a second longer than usual before we both turned our heads to look back at the TV.

“Ahh shoot,” Eunbi sighed as she stretched her legs out in front of her, stretching her muscles. “I forgot Sooyun’s bottle in the kitchen, and I am so full of milk right now. Sooyun didn’t want much earlier.”

She gently held her breasts underneath them on the bottom as she referred to how full they were. It was then that I noticed her nipples were really hard and pushing outward underneath her top. It feels kind of wrong marveling at her breasts like that, but I can’t say I don’t like them either.

“I’ll go get it for you.” As I was about to go get it, she held my hand.

“Oh no, don’t worry about it, I can do it later.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah…” she replied with a smile. As she said that she moved herself right next to me, the sides of our bodies touching and she laid her head down on my shoulder, “I’m sure.”

I wrapped my arm around her, letting my hand rest on her shoulder as I held her gently. Her hair smelled good too, she must have taken a shower a little bit before I got here. A fruity smell, maybe mango or something like that.

“I hope she turns out to be as nice and caring as you,” Eunbi said softly with her head still on my shoulder and looking forward.

“I’m sure she will and thank you for the compliment.”

With that she moved her head and looked up at me with her pretty brown eyes and said, “Of course. You fully deserve it. You’re a wonderful step son.”

I smiled back as she said that, meeting her smile. We held the gaze for a few moments looking into each other's eyes, perhaps a couple seconds too long this time. Breaking the gaze, she laid her head back on my shoulder. Looking down I noticed her nipples were still hard, maybe even harder now.

“This may sound kind of strange but I was wondering,” I started to ask looking down at her. “Do you ever...taste yourself? I’m just curious. I would think mothers would.”

Propping her head up a bit she looked back at me and asked, “You mean my milk?”

“Umm...” I started to reply as I let it sink it what she said. Realizing that what I asked could have meant something else that I didn’t mean to ask at all I quickly said, “Yes, your milk.”

“I have actually, yes... it’s kind of sweet tasting with a bit of a saltiness to it,” she said giggling a little bit as she smiled back at me obviously getting what I was realizing. “Why? Did you wonder what it tasted like?”

“Just curious, really,” I replied somewhat innocently. “Though I guess now that I think about it, yeah I did.”

“Would you like to try some? It is safe for grown people too!” she said playfully.

“Umm, I guess…” I said somewhat hesitantly. Not quite what I had in mind but this seemed o.k. “Do I need a glass or something?” dumb question to ask on my part.

“No need,” she said with a smile looking me in the eyes. “It is best if you try it from the source.”

“Eunbi...” I called out her name. “I’m not sure that’s a great idea... I know we’re not related and all but you are my step mom.”

“Its fine…” she said reassuringly. “One little suck isn’t mean anything and no one will ever know but us.”

With that, she pushed both straps of her top down her arms, over and off of her breasts. Exposing them. Her large tanned skin, luscious looking breasts were gorgeous. Her aureoles were dark pink, large, and swollen, and her nipples were hard and pushed straight out. Her breasts hung down slightly, which she pushed out by pushing her chest forward as she looked at me.

“Wow they’re gorgeous,” I whispered softly under my breath, realizing a moment later she probably heard me.

“Thanks,” she replied with a smile looking at me and gently cupping her breasts at the bottom of them. “Take your pick as to which one you want your sample from. Just be careful, they’re extra sensitive right now.”

I smiled back, looking her in her eyes before slowly lowering my head. I moved my mouth toward the one closest to me—her left one. As my mouth neared her nipple, I slowly stuck out my tongue and gently flicked the tip of her nipple. She drew in a short quick gasp as I did and I knew, even if it was wrong, that she probably wouldn’t mind if I had more than one quick suck.

As my mouth reached her nipple, I grasped it with my lips. Gently flicking it with my tongue inside my mouth, I began to softly suck on her hard nipple. Feeling milk seep out of her nipple and into my mouth I sucked a little bit harder as then her milk squirted into my mouth. It did taste somewhat sweet with a hint of saltiness. It wasn’t too bad as I swallowed it and sucked harder, getting more of her milk into my mouth.

After that larger suck I removed my mouth and ran my tongue from her nipple all the way across her other breast to her other nipple. Grasping that one in my lips just as I had the other, I began sucking on it taking her milk into my mouth. Moving my hand up I very gently pinched her other nipple as I sucked.

“Ohhh,” Eunbi sucked in a sharp gasp. “Oh Tae, I haven’t been touched like this in months. This isn’t right but… don’t stop.”

Hearing her say that only made me suck harder, taking more of her sweet warm milk into my mouth. After I had a little more of her milk, I removed my lips from her nipple and looked up at her smiling. She returned the smile and looked at me with her brown eyes which said that she clearly wanted more.

Moving my head up to be level with hers, I took a chance and leaned in and kissed her gently on her soft lips. She didn’t back away, instead she kissed me back, gently at first but soon we were kissing passionately. She had wrapped her arms around me, pressing her breasts into my chest. I had one arm around her while my other hand was pinching one of her hard nipples.

In the middle of our embrace, she abruptly stopped and pulled away. Looking back at me, “We can’t… This is wrong, what are we thinking? especially not right here and now, your dad, he’s only taking a nap. He could wake at any time.”

“Yeah...” I sighed softly as I leaned in and gave her a quick kiss. “I guess you’re right.”

“No more of that either, except this last one…” she said with a sly smile as she gave me a hard deep kiss before pulling away.

Eunbi then cupped her breasts in her hands, gently kneading them outward squirting her milk out of her nipples at me, particularly my face. I smiled at her as she did it a few times before putting her top correctly back on.

“I’m so glad you liked that,” she said gently wiping the milk off my face. “I don’t know if we can ever continue this, it is wrong, but deep inside, I definitely want to.”

“Am too,” I smiled back at her.

“Good, I am glad we understand each other,” she replied. “I'll go get dinner ready.”

With that she got up off the couch and left the living room. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Was this some kind of dream? I pinch myself, nope I guess it wasn’t. I really had just sucked milk out of my step-mothers nipples and we had both enjoyed it immensely.

The rest of the evening went by and we had our dinner, and talked about random things before saying our goodnights and heading to bed.

Getting to my room was all the way up the third floor of the house. It was somewhat of a loft because it was the only thing up here. The staircase came directly into the room after opening the door. But you didn't have to go up a ladder, so it wasn't really a loft. Getting into bed I decided to sleep naked like I normally do. It was warm enough and after a little while of dozing, I fell right asleep.

I wasn’t sure if I was going to hear the baby during the night as they were all the way down on the first floor. But sure enough I was able to as at about 2 am when she started crying. After about 30 minutes it seemed to be perfectly quiet again with no outbursts at all.

About 15 minutes later, I heard the door to my room creak open, then close again. Looking up from my bed still in a groggy sleep, I saw Eunbi standing near the door, watching me. She was wearing what looks to be a silk nightgown in a light peach shade color that goes down to her mid-thigh. Her nipples were hard again and pushing against the fabric. I smiled at her as she looked at me.

“I know I said we probably couldn’t do any of this again,” she said quietly. “But my body and mind are just begging to be touched again. I haven’t been touched like you did earlier in a long time.

“Your dad once I got close to term with Sooyun stopped wanting to be with me in this sort of way for the most part. And now after she’s born, it’s been even worse. I need, and want the attention.”

“I don’t know how anyone could pass up someone as gorgeous and sexy as you,” I replied with a smile.

As I said that, she walked over to the edge of my bed, pulled back the covers, and got in next to me, smiling. She placed herself close to mine before she leaned in and kissed me, we kissed passionately as she ran her hand down the side of my body from my shoulder down to my thigh.

“Sleeping naked huh?” she whispered with a mischievous smile. “I like that. I’m only wearing this nightgown, and I’m sure we could change that.”

“Oh?” I commented giving her soft kiss. “Well, why don't we right now?”

Eunbi smiled at me as she sat up in bed and pulled her nightgown over her head, revealing her wonderful breasts as well as her pussy. Looking down, I noticed she had some hair down there before wriggling back under the covers and pushing closer to me.

“Sorry about the hair down there,” she said looking down her body. “I have let it grow lately without doing much to it.”

“Sorry?” I replied with a bit of shock that she was apologizing. “You’re gorgeous how you are. I love it.”

“Really?” She commented excitedly with a smile and a warm kiss. “I’ll keep it then. Just for you. Our little secret.”

Gently running my hand down her soft skin on the outside of her thigh I slowly moved inside and then upward. She instinctively moved her legs apart as I reached her pussy, which was hairy, wet and warm.

“Mmmmm,” Eunbi moaned quietly as my hands ran across the slit of her pussy lips. “I need this so bad.”

“And I want this too bad.” I said.

Eunbi trying to push her pussy down more onto my hand. “You can have all of me that you want, the way you want.”

I gently slipped two fingers into her wet throbbing pussy and began pushing them in and out of her, curling them inside as she moaned quietly in pleasure. Taking my fingers out, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her body against mine, pressing my hard thick cock into her mound of pussy hair as I kissed her deeply and passionately.

She broke away a little bit and grasped my hard cock in her hand, starting to stroke it up and down with her slender fingers from its base to its head.

“Ohhh Eunbi…” I moaned as she increased her speed while stroking my hard cock. “That feels so good… don’t stop.”

As she continued to stroke my cock, I took one of her breasts in my mouth. Wrapping my lips around one of her hard nipples I began to suck on it letting her milk squirt into my mouth. I continued to suck on it, letting more and more of her sweet milk into my mouth. She stopped stroking me as intensely as she was groaning in pleasure from my sucking and pinching of her other nipple.

“Oh god Tae, yes...take all the milk you want from me,” she moaned in pleasure.

Smiling up at her after she said that, I moved to her other breast licking her big sensitive dark pink swollen aureole before grasping her nipple with my lips. Sucking in I took more large squirts of her milk into my mouth, savoring its sweet taste.

Eunbi had moved her hand back to my hard cock and was slowly stroking it up and down, playing with the head of it and any pre-cum with her thumb.

“Mmmm, oh yes,” I groaned lightly as I took my mouth off of her nipple.

“Oh do you like that Tae?” Eunbi asked playfully. “Glad you do because I can’t go any longer without your big hard thick cock inside me. I’m throbbing for it more than I knew I ever could.”

With that she threw back the covers on the bed and straddled me. Kneeling over me she pressed my cock down on my stomach with her hairy pussy and grinded gently on it. Smiling down at me she began to knead her breasts outward, squirting milk out of them toward my chest and face.

“Do you like that? Oh you naughty boy,” she said with a mischievous smile as her milk squirted out of her hard nipples over me. “I’m a mommy now. Do you want to fuck your step mommy’s pussy? You better, because I want your hard cock so bad.”

I nodded as she moved her hips up, placing the tip of my cock on the slit of her hairy pussy. She gently moved my tip of my cock along her lips, feeling her pussy hair before pushing her hips down, sliding the head of my cock inside her.

“Ohh god…” Eunbi gasped as it entered her and she continued pushing down, taking me all inside. “Oh yes...yes. Fill me up, mommy wants all your cock!”

I pushed up as she slid down my hard thick cock, pushing my entirety into my step-mom’s love hole. Her wet pussy was swishing around my cock as she began to go up and down on me.

Eunbi was bouncing up and down, lifting her hips all the way up so just the head of my cock was inside her before pushing herself right back down to the base of my cock. Her big swollen breasts were jiggling frantically up and down as she rode me. I reached up and began massaging her breasts as she bounced, making her spray her milk.

She bent down so I could take her nipple in my mouth as she continued to push herself up and down on my hard cock. I began sucking on her nipple, enjoying the flow of her milk into my mouth.

“Oh god, yes,” Eunbi moaned as I sucked on her nipple taking her milk. “Suck out mommy’s milk while you fuck me...ohhhh, god yes.”

My cock was pumping in and out of her wet pussy and I continued to suck out her milk from her nipples.

I then slid my hands down the sides of her body to her waist as Eunbi sat upright on top of me again, bouncing up and down on my hard cock. I could feel her pussy walls loosely grasping at my cock as I pushed into her. She was moaning with her head back and hair flowing down her back. Her juices were leaking out of her pussy and down my cock to my balls, making a spot on the bed.

I could feel my cock beginning to thicken inside of her as well as my balls beginning to contract as she continued to ride me. Eunbi could feel it too as she went up and down even fast and harder.

“Oh you’re going to cum soon aren’t you?” Eunbi said breathing heavily looking down at me with a smile. “You better cum deep inside of me. Mommy needs to be full of cum, maybe you get yourself another sibling.” She said with a seductive smile.

We were both moaning as my cock continued to thicken inside her as I went hard and fast in and out her wet cunt. I began to feel her pussy contract in pleasure and I just couldn’t take it anymore.

Thrusting myself up deep inside of her, Eunbi slammed down on my cock and sat there grinding into me as I began to spasm inside of her. My cock was erupting inside of her, spraying my warm sticky cum deep into my step-mom’s pussy. Eunbi continued to grind on me causing her hanging breasts to sway back and forth as my cock still pushed my cum out and deep inside her.

“Oh god...fuck…yes...” Eunbi breathed out sharply as she felt my cum shoot deep inside her wanting pussy. “God that feels good, oh I needed this so bad. Oh Tae, you’ve made mommy feel so… so good!”

Looking up at her smiling, I reached up cupping her breasts and gently pinched her swollen nipples before massaging her breasts. Softly kneading them her nipples began to spray out more milk onto my chest. Eunbi then replaced her hands with mine as she lifted her hips up, removing my wet cock from her wet pussy. Laying down beside me, Eunbi massaged her breasts aiming her spraying milk at my chest and face. Licking my lips I took as much of her sweet milk as I could smiling.

“So love that you like this,” Eunbi said giggling at me with her milk on my face. “I need this from you more than just this once.”

“So I take it, mommy...is doing alright?” I said with a smile, emphasizing the word mommy.

She gave me a huge smile as I said that, leaning in and giving me a big warm kiss. She then pushed her hips toward me as we were lying on our sides, pressing her mound of pubic hair against my semi-limp wet cock. I pushed my hips forward rubbing against her hair as I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her passionately.

“Yes, oh yes,” Eunbi whispered breaking our embrace. “Only thing mommy would want now, is more of your cum in mommy’s already cum filled pussy,” she added with a warm smile.

Giving her a mischievous smile, I rolled her onto her back and got on top of her. Her legs spread apart instinctively as I climbed on top of her. My cock was now hard again; I teased her with it, gently rubbing the tip of it on her hairy pussy lips.

“Oh god… no teasing, just fuck me already, fill me up with that hard cock,” Eunbi breathed as she heaved her hips upwards.

Pushing my hips down, I slid my hard cock into her sopping wet pussy easily. Starting to move my hips up and down, I was pushing my hard thick cock as deep into her as I could go.

Her walls of her pussy were grasping at my cock, hugging it as tight as they could. Our juices had mixed together and were seeping out of her now, trickling out of her pussy down over her ass and to the bed, making a bit of a little puddle.

Thrusting my hard thick cock into here sopping wet hairy pussy, she was matching my motions by thrusting her hips up. God, she felt so good wrapping around my cock. I wish I could do this all day long but I knew that wasn’t going to happen plus I wasn’t going to be able to last that long this time.

Continuing to push my hard cock into her, I cupped one of her breasts in my hand and brought my head down toward it. Running my tongue around the dark swollen aureole I then grasped her hard nipple and sucked. Her milk squirted out, filling my mouth with her sweetness.

“Mmmmm!... Oh god yes,” Eunbi moaned bucking her hips up hard. “Take mommy’s milk in your mouth.... oh yes, like that...and her pussy, oh yes...push your hard cock deep into mommy’s pussy.”

I couldn’t take it much longer, my hard cock was thickening inside her as my balls were beginning to contract while I took one more suck from her nipple, tasting her sweet milk in my mouth over my tongue. She could tell I wasn’t going to last much longer as she pushed her hips up hard and wrapped her legs around my ass pulling me in.

Pressing my cock into her wet hairy loose pussy as deep as it could go, I began to let go. My cock started to convulse inside her tightening pussy walls, spraying my second warm sticky cum deep into her pussy. Bucking her hips into me, Eunbi moaned as my cock pushed out more of my cum into her warm pussy.

As we subsided, we collapsed in each other’s arms laying on our sides. Eunbi was pressing her big soft luscious breasts against my chest as she smiled at me.

“Oh Tae,” she said softly. “You’ve no idea how happy you’ve made me.”

“No?” I replied with a smile.

“You filled my pussy with so much cum, I hadn’t had any for so long and now all this...oh god it feels so good,” she whispered with a big smile as she wiggled her hips against me.

Eunbi then reached her hand between her legs, plunging two of her fingers deep into her pussy coating them in the mixture of our juices. Pulling them out she brought them up to her mouth and slowly sucked the juices off of them, savoring the taste.

Smiling back at me with her gorgeous brown eyes after she sucked off the last of our juices on her two fingers, I pushed my naked body against hers as we slowly drifted off to sleep.

#eunbi smut #izone smut #kpop smut #girl group smut #female idol smut #male reader

[jflemings]

— loose lips sink ships

pairing: jessie fleming x reader

synopsis: after portland play seattle, janine accidentally tells you that jessie had been with her ex olivia for most of college after you’d been told that they only dated for a couple of months.

warnings: a lil angst, trust issues (kinda)

a/n: for the sake of the fic, olivia athens is jessie’s ex. took inspo from an ask i got a lil while back

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you were looking to break the deadlock when it happened.

one minute the ball was leaving your feet and the next you were on the ground clutching your nose as blood pooled in your hand. you’d gotten an elbow to the nose as you ran up the wing, looking to find sophia who wasn’t too far in front of you.

the tackle had been clean for the most part. it wasn’t mistimed, or malicious, the midfielder had just thrown her elbow back into face after you’d passed it. her foot had hooked around your left ankle as she’d tried to get in front of you and you’d grabbed the back of her jersey. it had been a complete accident. nevertheless, it ended with the two of you on your respective benches, you nursing a hopefully not broken nose and her a badly twisted ankle.

jessie was by your side in an instant when you fell to your knees and leant over into a foetal position, one hand on your shoulder whilst the other tried to gently grasp your hand away from your face. the look of worry in her eyes was enough for you to know that it was bad, or at least that it looked like it was. she’d grimaced when she saw all the blood and soph had gasped from where she was standing behind your girlfriend.

now you hold an ice pack to your nose as you watch both teams shake hands and come off the pitch. portland had won and while you assumed that some form of celebration was in order, you knew that you weren’t going to go.

“swollen face really suits you” janine quips as she walks over to you “she got you good”

you roll your eyes and pull the ice pack off your face briefly “not good enough to break it, thank god” you say stuffily “we got the three points and i’m walking away not needing surgery so i’d say that’s a pretty successful day in the office”

the older canadian nods “i take it you’re not coming out with us?”

“unless you want me to walk around with a cold compress on my face the whole time, no” you deadpan “it’s not a very attractive look”

“i don’t think jessie would mind” she muses with a playful smirk “she doesn’t care what you look like”

“that makes one of us”

janine rolls her eyes and sits beside you, tapping your knee affectionately “kinda funny that jessie’s ex is the one that elbowed you” she says as she half laughs.

you furrow your brows and have the sudden realisation that you don’t actually know where jessie is since she hadn’t come over to you after the final whistle. you scan the area, craning your neck to try to get a better look when you spot her in a sea of deep blue. you spot her easily in portland red and expect her to be talking to jordyn or quinn, but instead find her chatting with olivia athens.

she’s standing over her as olivia sits on the bench. jessie’s hand sits delicately on her shoulder as the two of them talk and laugh in their own little bubble.

the sight of it makes you feel weird.

you tilt your head in confusion “she dated athens?” you question.

“yeah, for most of college. you didn’t know?”

you while your head around to janine, pulling the ice off your face to reveal your swollen nose. she grimaces at the sight before seeing your shocked expression.

“most of college? what does that mean?”

“…that they dated for two and a half years before she moved to london” she answers slowly “you seriously didn’t know?”

“no, i knew that she dated someone in college for a couple of months. not that she dated someone for two and a half years!” you huff

realisation dawns on janine rapidly, her face morphing from confusion to guilt as she thinks over what she’s just said to you. she punches her mouth “jess told you they were only together for a couple of months?”

“and that they’d broken up way before she moved to chelsea”

the canadian suddenly can’t look you in the eye. she attempts to divert her attention elsewhere, trying to find a way out of this conversation before you smack her on the leg.

“janine” you say sternly.

she relents with a sigh “they broke up because of the distance. they both thought it would be better if they split because olivia was going to be playing in the states and they didn’t want— where are you going!?” she cuts herself off abruptly as you stand and make your way towards the tunnel.

“shower” you say shortly, not daring to look at jessie as you pass her on your way.

you staunch into change rooms and grab your shower bag and your clothes before making your way to the showers. everyone was still outside mingling but you knew it wouldn’t be long before your teammates started to trickle in so you took the opportunity as it presented itself and basked in the quiet.

you immediately turn on the hot water and let it steam slightly before ridding yourself of your soiled kit, stepping in and relaxing once you feel the water run down your back. you go through your shower routine almost dazed, the thought of jessie purposefully lying to you lingering in the back of your mind.

when jessie made the move to chelsea you were playing at manchester city with janine. she had insisted that the two of you meet and quickly introduced you to the younger canadian at a small get together at her place.

jessie had made an immediate impression on you. she was a little awkward, yes, but once the two of you got talking you quickly realised that she was incredibly smart and funny. the pair of you spent the whole night chatting and getting to know eachother before exchanging numbers with the promise of meeting up without janine.

a friendship quickly blossomed and you found yourself harbouring secret romantic feelings for the canadian. you kept them under wraps relatively well until janine and lauren hemp spotted you smiling at your phone a little too wide, leaving them to all but squeeze the information out of you. janine promised to keep your secret and to not do any meddling on the condition that you at least tried to make a move.

you, of course, had protested immediately until she started listing off reasons why it was a good idea, accidentally letting it slip that your feelings weren’t one sided in her rushed rant. you did what she wanted and asked jessie out with no mention of the fact that her best friend had been the one to out her secret.

when the topic of past relationships came up jessie had explicitly said that she had dated one person through college and that it had only been for a couple of months, claiming that the two of them really were just better as friends. she told you that they had dated in the beginning of her second last year, that it wasn’t anything serious, and that they had broken up long before chelsea came knocking.

your relationship grew and eventually you decided that it was time to leave the wsl. portland had made each of you an offer that you couldn’t refuse, so the two of you packed up your lives in london and crossed the pond.

replaying that conversation in your head feels like a slap in the face. jessie, to your knowledge, had never lied to you or withheld the truth in anyway, so to find out that she hadn’t been completely honest with you in the very beginning of your relationship had you running hot.

the two of you weren’t a secret in the footballing world, but you knew that it wasn’t something that was well known. the two of you had chosen to let fans speculate about the nature of your relationship whilst being honest with those around you, it was just easier that way.

you didn’t know if olivia knew you were together, or if she knew that jessie was even in a relationship. you didn’t know if they kept in contact, if they still knew eachother well, or if jessie had even thought about her before she clocked you in the nose.

you just didn’t know.

voices interrupt your train of thought and you quickly turn off the shower and grab a towel, drying yourself off and getting changed in hopes that your teammates will be too distracted with themselves to notice you slipping out. as you go to leave to go back to your cubby, you catch janine’s guilty eye. she smiles apologetically at you before turning to get in her own shower, leaving you to what you were doing.

jessie pretty much runs into you on the way to her shower, steadying the two of you as your shoulders collide. her hand squeezes your bicep as she smiles and looks at your nose.

“it’s not broken” you say “it looked worse than what it is”

your girlfriend breathes a relieved sigh “thank god for that” she says as she grabs your jaw gently, moving your head so she can look at your whole face properly “you’re pretty swollen” she observes.

you take your face out of her hand “yeah. i just need to ice it on and off and take it easy and i’ll be fine” you say almost emotionless “nothing to worry about”

the canadian tilts her head and squints her eyes, studying you. even with your nose she didn’t expect you to be so down, your stoic attitude catching her a bit off guard. even if you got injured you were still known to at least attempt to crack a smile if it wasn’t serious. she recalls a time when you had sprained your knee during a city vs chelsea match; you were obviously distraught and in pain when you went down but by the time the game was over you were managing to smile and just be grateful that you hadn’t done your ACL.

your girlfriend squints “are you okay?”

“aside from the nose? yeah, fine.” you say as you pass her.

jessie’s quick to grab your hand and pull you back, her voice minimising to a whisper “y/n” she says

“i’m fine jessie” you falsely assure as you take your hand back “just tired”

she lets you go without much protest, her eyes following you until you’re out of her sight. her mouth flattens into a line and she shakes her head, gripping her jeans and t-shirt tightly as she makes her way to the shower.

janine watches the interaction from across the room and feels the overwhelming urge to go after you, or to at least explain to jessie, but she knows that she’s run her mouth enough for one day.

you walk into your shared apartment and immediately drop your things onto the kitchen bench whilst you raid your freeze for a bag of frozen peas. jessie trails behind cautiously. the car ride had been pretty much silent despite her best efforts to make conversation, leaving her feeling like there was something else that was wrong with you.

she watches you place the peas on your face and close your eyes with a sigh. she’s unsure how to bring up the obvious tension between the two of you, especially since your patience seems to be wearing thin already. she doesn’t like to fight with you but she also doesn’t like feeling the need to walk on eggshells.

she leans her forearms on the kitchen counter “babe” she says into the silence “what’s up? you’ve been frosty since after the game”

“i got an elbow to the face jess” you sass “i’d say that’s a reason to be frosty”

jessie rolls her eyes “that’s not what i meant”

you wave her off quickly and release a deep breath in an attempt to rid yourself of some of the tension “i’m tired and i’m sore, jess, that’s all. seriously”

“okay…” she says slowly “i was going to go out with the team but—”

“no, go” you cut her off as you place the bag of frozen vegetables on the bench “have fun, i’ll be fine”

she stands up straight and runs her hand over the back of her neck “are you sure? because if you don’t want me to i won’t”

the truth was that you kind of didn’t want her to go. you knew that while jordyn and quinn would be there, olivia probably would be too. you heard a few of your teammates say that some of the seattle girls were going to join your team for drinks, and you weren’t too keen on having your girlfriend’s ex hanging around without you there.

it was stupid. really, it was. jessie adored you and you trusted her immensely, but knowing that she had told you something that wasn’t true in the beginning of your relationship had planted small seeds of doubt. you were left wondering what else she could’ve possibly lied to you about, and how it would affect your relationship if any of it was made known to you now.

your need to keep the peace overrides the need to find out the truth. “i’m sure. tell jords and quinny that i say hi” you say softly, walking around the bench and placing a soft hand to her cheek.

she leans into you and kisses the palm of your hand before you walk to your living room and turning on the tv, hoping to find something to take your mind off of everything.

jessie, on the other hand, goes straight to your bedroom to start to get ready. you can hear your wardrobe doors and drawers open and close as she looks for what she wants to wear before she walks out and past you to go to your laundry dressed in just a plain shirt, boxes and socks “have you seen my light wash jeans, babe?”

“which ones, you’ve got a million pairs” you ask as you flick through your streaming services.

jessie goes through dirty and clean laundry as she answers you loudly “the more loose fitted ones. i wore them last week to dinner with sinc and janine”

“bottom left drawer under your dark blue ones”

she’s quick to rush back into your bedroom and grab them, stumbling back into the hallway as she puts one leg on. you watch her struggle before she does up her fly and comes back over to you, kissing your cheek firmly “sam and soph are coming to get me, i won’t be home late and i’ll call a cab if i need to” she says into your skin, kissing you again.

you shake your head “i can come get you”

she brushes your hair back “no, it’s okay. you just try to get that swelling to go down. i promise i’ll only be a few hours”

all you can do is nod as you watch her grab her things and walk out the door, the pit of doubt only growing in your stomach as she shuts it behind her.

#jessie fleming x reader #jessie fleming #jessie fleming imagine #jessie fleming fic #woso #woso x reader #woso fic #woso imagine #jflemings writes #jflemings woso

[jamiebluewind]

Warning! Pet illness, xray

A friend of mine a few states away had a pregnant female cat walk onto her porch and decide she lives now. She had 3 kittens. Since my friend/roommate @winterpower98 was looking for her first cat, we (other roommate/bestie, Winter/Gaia, and I) decided to take a trip down to visit and see if one of the kittens would work for her.

The thing is, she did fall in love with one! He's black with white markings, so the 6 year old had been calling him Eclipse. He's, curious, playful, and always trying to get into something. He loves Gaia. I mean LOVES her. And she loves him. Like... emptying her savings loves him.

Right before we arrived, our friend noticed a little lump on his belly. They thought nothing of it. And then, it got bigger. And bigger. And bigger.

After a week, we took him to a local vet to get checked out. He had a umbilical hernia. Luckily it stopped before his diaphragm, but the hernia was severe enough that he would need surgery to close it (a lot of articles talked about smaller ones closing on their own which is why we waited). He would also need special care for IBS symptoms and to keep his hernia from getting injured or obstructed before repair (which couldn't happen until he was big enough to go under anesthesia). He would need to come indoors for his safety and be separated from the others as his sisters pouncing on the hernia was causing issues (a week earlier than the 8 week mark).

I was honestly expecting Gaia to say it was too much for her to handle. Even told her that nobody would judge her for not being ready for that level of responsibility. That we could find an organization that could take him and get him the help he needed and find him a good home. He has two sisters she could consider, there were plenty of shelters back home with cats under a year old, and we could even check the town we were visiting and places on the way back home, so there were options. I knew how much it took to care for a kitten with health issues (my current cat required months of specialized care and there were plenty of scares along the way) and Gaia has no previous experience with cats outside of hanging out with our cats, so that's just starting on hard mode.

After a long serious talk on the responsibilities she was about to take on, she said she knew it would be hard but the thought of giving him up made her sick. That she would do whatever it took to give him a happy life for however long she has him. We aren't rich people, she's going back to college full time, she had only decided on him over one of his sisters that morning, and (again) this would be the first cat she has ever had. She went all in without a second thought.

The original quotes from various vets willing to do the surgery (not all vets can) were pretty insane, but luckily I found a non-profit that did the surgery for about half. My other roommate and I fully support her and chipping in what we can.

Eclipse is 8 week old and his surgery is scheduled in a month, but we are going to call in and check for cancelations since he's reached the minimum weight and age for anesthesia. Winter has been so busy caring for him that she's not had a chance to post about him, so I decided to do it on the drive home. I think the story is important because it raises awareness about an issue most don't know about and shows someone genuinely caring about a pet with special needs. As a disabled person who's went through a lot of ableism and survived abuse, it really hit me to see how much she loves him with her whole chest and doesn't ever approach his issues with anger or blame.

I don't ask for reblogs much, but I wanted to ask you guys to boost this. I linked Gaia's PayPal below if anyone wants to help take some of the financial burden off her, but you can also support her with messages and boosting this and her future post/s about Eclipse (cut her some slack guys, she's currently in tired new mom mode). I don't expect anyone to donate because I know you guys are mostly in the same shape as us, but I think showing Gaia support is just as important.

Now if you'll excuse me, the hyperactive boy got the zoomies and just jumped in the toilet XD

Edit: Late thing to add on, but a few days after posting this my other roommate/bestie Sarah decided to adopt his sister! Her name is Melanite, but her honey eyes have earned her the nickname Miel. Her and Eclipse have always been very close (often laying on top of each other), so it's great that they'll get to stay together.

#cats #umbilical hernia #storytime #kittens #pet help #surgery #xray #health issue #paypal #help #disability mention #thank god for cat safe baby wipes! #we used a washcloth and then baby wipes to clean the little mess #god help us when the hernia gets fixed if he's this hyper WITH a health problem #gotta love him though #he's a goof

[waterlilyrose]

Are you taking requests? For something Kanthony adjacent? I just feel like finding out that Kate's pregnant would be kind of weird for Benedict? Even though they wouldn't know the gender, it makes it almost official that Benedict's role as the "back-up" is over, or not needed to the same extent any more. And I think the conversation that Anthony and Benedict would have about that would be interesting?

I LOVE prompts for Kanthony. Little exercises that genuinely bloom into good ideas. (A Promise Made In Haste was originally a prompt). Please send more - you can't do it anonymously anymore because I turned it off but still.

It wasn't shocking news or even very surprising. There had been little to no doubt what 'extending the honeymoon' had entailed for Kate and Anthony. Ben couldn't imagine there was a single room in Aubrey Hall that they hadn't debauched (he made a mental note to ask the servants to purchase him some brand new sheets for his bed next time they were there) and it was almost weird to see Anthony, the archetypal serious older brother, constantly in a good mood nowadays.

Anthony's whole plan of action from the start was to produce an heir for the Bridgertons. So when Anthony and Kate announced that they had succeeded and he would have a new nephew or niece in the autumn, it was met with joy and hardly any surprise.

So it was disconcerting and almost jarring to Benedict to feel so... winded by the news.

Benedict had never possessed great ambitions himself. Watching his father and then Anthony performing the viscount duties hadn't looked particularly appealing at any time. For all the respect, money and power that it brought to them, Benedict had also seen the stress, drama and endless imposter syndrome it also produced. All in all, he had felt that it was cannon fire that was best avoided.

But there had also been the growing sensation of uselessness and feeling like he had no place in the world. He had genuinely felt passionate about becoming an artist but the realisation that Anthony had helped him get a foot in the door by paying for his place had dented his confidence too much to recover from. He found himself drifting from a hobby to passion to Tilly Arnold's bed with a feeling of listlessness. He felt untethered to anything and he was starting to dislike the lack of solid ground beneath his footing.

So it had come as an enormous surprise when Anthony had handed the reins of the viscountcy over for nearly half a year while himself and Kate enjoyed newlywed bliss. Benedict had almost expected Anthony to take a week off at a push and then demand to be let back into the study for fear Benedict would swap the family fortune for some magic beans or something. But no - his elder brother didn't even look back as he went off with Kate.

And, amazingly, Benedict found himself rather liking the new role.

There were dull and desperately annoying moments but somehow sitting at the desk in Anthony's study every day, going over ledgers, talking to solicitors and making suggestions had also made Benedict happy. Once you got the hang of it, it wasn't so hard at all. More monotonous. And he had felt rather a strong appreciation for Anthony when he was presented with how many household bills there were each month. He started to make sure to take better care of some of his items and even tried to mend items rather than buying something brand new every time. The tenants were polite to him and, when there was a storm which caused leaking in the roof of a tenant, he'd got down there to lend a hand at fixing it. Everyone praised him without it feeling like they were humouring him and the lawyers even took some of his suggestions seriously. When Anthony came back, he noted the changes and hadn't changed them back. He'd even praised his brother and everyone knew Anthony wasn't nice for nothing.

Benedict had been a little sad when Anthony took up the helm again that he no longer had a project to oversee everyday.

But he didn't realise how much he'd appreciated it until they announced Kate was pregnant.

Benedict wasn't like those stereotypical uncles from Hamlet or Richard III - he liked the company of small children as they were tactless to the point of hilarity and he loved Augie and Belinda. He had no doubt he'd love the new addition too. But with their birth, he was down the pecking order yet again. And his sense of lack of purpose started to bloom.

It was oddly Anthony himself who Benedict talked to about it all.

Benedict had taken to sitting in Will Mondrich's club late into the evenings. Sometimes he sat alone, nursing a scotch and just thinking... What now? What is left for me now? Writing? That was Colin's passion. Paint again? Didn't seem much point - the Academy probably still remembered Anthony's donation and might be influenced to let Benedict join in the hope of another donation. Marriage? The very thought made him drain his drink and want another.

"They say it's a bad habit drinking alone." Came a voice and Benedict was startled to see Anthony appearing with his own drink in hand to take a seat at Benedict's table.

"What are you doing here? You never come out any more - you'd rather be canodeling with Kate."

"I would rather be canodeling with her. But she's a bit tired and wants to sleep without me waking her up with kisses. Besides..." Anthony looked at Benedict in a manner that he didn't much like "I suppose I want to check on you. You've been... a bit quiet since I came back from Aubrey Hall. I just want to make sure you are okay."

Benedict contemplated lying or being dismissive of sharing emotions in a way brothers were so good at. But maybe the combination of drinks and general fatigue made him less guarded.

"I've just been wondering, that's all. About... what the point of me is now?"

Anthony's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?*

"Well, when you were on honeymoon, I had a purpose. A task to complete. A reason to strive forward. Now you are back and that duty is gone. And now you are having a child and therefore the duty will stay gone. You always said that being the second son didn't mean I had no duties; just that I came second in facing them. Well now I'll be third. Then fourth, fifth, sixth. It wasn't much and I didn't appreciate it until... It was gone. Now if I'm not here, no-one will notice-"

"I would notice." Anthony declared. "I would notice my brother wasn't here anymore. Mother would notice her son wasn't here. And half the ladies in Mayfair would sob into their hankies about you not being here." Anthony didn't look angry at his reluctant feelings so that was good. "Benedict... You are more than a role to play, you know?"

"Never played much of one even back in the day, did I?"

"And I placed all my value on playing too much of one, didn't I? And everyone in the family just loved that, I'm sure."

Benedict looked at Anthony and realised - yes, Anthony had held onto his role as viscount almost greedily in the past. And an unhappier man Benedict wasn't sure to ever have met.

Too much purpose or not enough - were both as bad as each other?

"If you liked the old jobs, I will happily hand some over to you permanently. I wasn't kidding when I said you impressed me while I was away - you are clearly trustworthy. Besides I don't want to be wedded to my duties anymore - I'm going to be a father. I want to hold my baby, get to know them and be a father they won't have to make an appointment to see. If you allowed me to do that, I'll be forever grateful."

Benedict was stunned. Anthony seemed earnest in this.

"But..." Benedict said feebly. "But the child will one day have to learn it all for themselves."

"Then we will teach them together. Their Papa... And their Uncle Benedict. Two tutors instead of one. More balanced that way. More wisdom. And more help. How does that sound?"

Benedict felt oddly emotional (he must have drank far too much). He was sure Anthony would be furious at Benedict's insecurities - instead... He was holding out his hand in support.

Benedict was not so foolish as not to take it in his own.

"Yes... That sounds good."

#waterlilyrose #kanthony #bridgerton #fanfic #kathony #fanfiction #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #kate and anthony #benedict bridgerton

[mitsuriwritessmut]

Sukuna's Temptation

I have changed some part of the story according to my preference, as it is based on my perspective. It's just a fiction and i ain't following the arcs/actions/happenings of the manga.

Characters involved :- Ryomen sukuna/reader🦋

( reader seduces sukuna, uses of abusive words, small amount of sex#al actions, Smut would be in the part 2 )

Heian era period

Sorcerers were fighting The king of curses "sukuna" all by themselves. Sukuna has attacked

The village again due to the rebellion of the village people against him.

Backstory :-

Few sorcerers entered this infamous Rich village only to know that, this village was living under the terror of sukuna and they are forced to send sacrifices to sukuna as he is their "king". The village was rich and prosperous only because sukuna favoured them. And that's why the villagers weren't ready to rebel against sukuna. The sorcerers couldn't accept that women were getting sacrificed every month just for the village to stay alive. The sorcerers managed to give hopes to the villagers somehow and assured them that they would defeat sukuna and give them back their freedom. But in order to defeat Sukuna they must bring sukuna here out of his hideout. Nobody knew where he lived, so to do it so, the ritual of sacrifices must be stopped, that would cause sukuna to notice it. And then.. sukuna would come to check it.

This was the plan of the sorcerers. Little they knew about the power difference between them and the "King of curses".

Present time -

Sorcerers were dying one by one. Sukuna was walking on their body as if they were some sacks of rice. Half of the population in the village vanished within 2 seconds. Rest of remaining ones were bowing and begging "him" to stop, to show mercy on them. The leftover sorcerers even started to begg, they lost their pride, the greed to live was now controlling their minds, as they knew.. it was death who was standing infront of them. The death was dressed as the king of curses.

Sukuna :- you, filthy ungrateful creatures sought to rebel against me? ( Disbelief)

Villagers:- i-i-t wasn't us my lord.. th-this sorcerers were fueling us.. they-They blackmai- us ( incoherent cries and begging)

Sukuna looked over to the dead bodies of the sorcerers. A slight feeling of pride entering his body as he took a good look of this sight.

Sukuna:- 70 sorcerers.. hah. 70 sorcerers came to fight me and.. died within 5 mins. ( Smirks)

Villagers:- we- we shall follow your command my lord. Please forgive our sin. You shall take anything from us, but just let us live my lord. We will never ever think of committing such a sin again my lord. If any of us even thinks of doing such sin, we shall cut their head and send it to you my lord.

Sukuna:- oh my! You seem to be great at giving assurance hah? ( Looks at them with an amused look) I see. Fine.. i shall forgive you all~ bu-

Sukuna's sentence was cutt off in between by the sudden entry of the woman, who lunged at sukuna hitting him with a powerful cursed energy infused kick on his back. The villagers were shocked, their eyes almost gauging out of their sockets. They couldn't believe a human.. moreover a woman having the guts to attack him.

Sukuna was taken back.. he made sure he killed all sorcerers right? Then how come 1 survive, and how did he not feel his presence? He got up from the ground asap to turn around and see... A woman?

His eyes were... Wide open as if stucked.

" not just a woman, this one was.. intriguing" he smirked at his thought

Sukuna:- my my, the audacity you had little mortal. Tell me, you really think you can fight against me?

( looking at her body up & down )

Y/n:- bow down and leave before I cut you into pieces and feed you to the hyenas you insignificant creature!

Sukuna:- ( amused) oh my my... Look at the little mouse. Ain't your words much bigger then your whole body? Speaking alot more then your capacity hah? ( Grins) well then.. I shall slit that mouth of yours right now to.. remind you how to talk with someone superior (smirks)

Sukuna lunges towards y/n, he was all ready to slash her. Y/n dodged easily and stood behind him, she wrapped her legs and used one of his four arms to stabilise herself. She grabbed his neck and started to place little kitten licks on his neck. Sukuna froze at the moment he felt the wetness of her tongue. His body giving up. He felt the touch of plenty of women.. but.. this woman.. was intriguing him, luring him, and moreover even rebelling against him to fighting him.. and now? Now seducing him in the middle of the fight? Thoughts occupied his mind. He was lost into the pleasure of feeling her tongue. He groaned in satisfaction. His hands finding her to pull her infront of him. Y/n still didn't leave licking his neck, she still kept on sucking and licking his jawline, to neck, to his collarbone. He was just groaning. The villagers were in shock to see such a lewd scene. They began to talk and whisper amongst themselves which brought sukuna back to reality. He pushed y/n off his embrace, causing her fly over quite far.

Sukuna:- think you can use your body to lure me? You stink, fukin whore. Not even my lowest level of curses would want your loose stinky pussy ( furious yet disappointed that the pleasure was taken from him )

Y/n:- is that so? ( Smirks) then why were you groaning my little babyy ? ( Taunts)

Sukuna was taken a back. His pride was hurt. His ego was trembling. Sukuna lunged towards her again aiming at her mouth to slash. She dodged again but this time.. she landed a hard kick on his head. Sukuna's fighting technique was deteriorating due to his mind filling with lust and desparation for this unknown woman and at the same time his pride and ego being hurt.

Sukuna was about to stand up but y/n sat on his back.

( like this lmao 🤣)

Backstory of Y/n :-

she was a sorcerer but her curse energy wasn't high, so due to being weak she used her body to seduce and lure so that she would get some time to find the weak spots of her enemies and hit on it on the right time. For her survival she had chosen this path, she was a resident of this village and she was against the process of sacrifices. To end this terror of sukuna, she finally managed her guts and will power to fight him she knows that she can't defeat him. But she is buying some time as her fellow sorcerers will arrive anytime soon in the village to help her. That's why, she is trying her best to seduce him and keep him intrigued on her. )

Y/n began her seduction tricks on him. She scratched on sukuna's kimono resulting his kimono to shred into few pieces. She began to lick on his ear.. " don't you want me.. my king?"

End of this chapter. Next chapter coming soon.

#jjk x reader #smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna #jjk sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #sukuna headcanons #sukuna scenarios #sukuna fluff

[prentissluvr]

something about being close — sam winchester

pairing : s.2!sam winchester x gn!reader, featuring platonic dean ➖⟢ genre : angst, fluff, ➖⟢ cw : sam and reader are lovingly mean to each other, bad insults (weird, stupid, lame), bad jokes, swearing, canon typical violence and ghosts, arguing, so much kissing, could be ooc but idc, edited but most likely still contains a few mistakes, single usage of y/n ➖⟢ wc : 9.5K summary : sam is acting weird, and when it puts people in danger, you can't let it slide (despite the fact that you're totally in love with him).

“hey, check this out,” sam calls to you and dean, not bothering to look up from his computer screen. “think we found our violent spirit.” you part from your own research without a single qualm, resting a hand on the back of sam’s chair as he leans back for you and dean to get a better look. “marissa hancock. she was a student at the college, died a violent death there, just like we thought. it’s thought that the janitor impaled her with his mop while he was working in her dorm hall, but he was never put away for lack of evidence.”

“explains the janitor kabob,” dean quips, already headed to shrug on his jacket. 

“easy solve,” you admit. it only took a solid half hour of searching through records to find the right murder. “but why’s she killing now? she’s had, what?” you lean further over sam’s shoulder to inspect the record, “fifty some years to be killing janitors, why start now?”

“dunno,” sam shrugs, and you can feel his shoulder brush against you, reminding you how close he is. doing your best to stay casual and maybe not stare longingly at his pretty face from this close up, you straighten your back and go to grab your own jacket as sam types away on his keyboard. “looks like her original murderer died two weeks ago.”

“right when the killings started,” dean finishes. “alright, let’s go. you got where she’s buried, sam?”

“yep,” he stands, shutting his laptop. “saint mercy cemetery, not too far.”

“hm,” you laugh out, “second saint mercy cemetery this month. people need to get more creative,” you note as you exit the motel room and head down the short hallway to get to the impala.

“and what would you name a cemetery?” dean asks, ready to catch you off guard or tease you for anything he can get his hands on.

“i should have thought of a clever answer before saying that,” you admit, “but i do wish it were socially acceptable to call them dead people neighborhoods.”

“that’s lame,” sam grins, throwing his arm around your shoulders for just about two seconds before he has to let go to get through the small doorway and outside.

“c’mon,” you complain, “i know it’s kind of lame, and definitely insensitive, but imagine someone just asked you where you’re headed after work and you get to tell them you’re going to the dead people neighborhood. cemetery’s no fun, at least dead people neighborhood is accurate.” you close the back door of the car behind you as you settle in to punctuate your point.

“you’re weird,” sam teases in a matter-of-fact tone, not even looking back from the passenger's seat to see the sneer on your face.

“no, you’re weird,” you fire back.

“alright, kids,” dean interrupts, “enough bickering like we’re four, we’ve got a job to do,” he snickers as he backs the car up.

“okay, dean,” you and sam chime, voices full of mocking and almost totally in sync. dean rolls his eyes hard, because it’s just one of those days where the two of you can’t stop feeding into the antics of the other, regressing the combined mental age of the three of you by at least twenty years. 

having known the brothers since you were kids through bobby, and starting to hunt with them about a year and a half ago, you’ve certainly grown close with the both of them. but a little closer in age, you and sam are nothing but two peas in a pod. and much to dean’s chagrin, that means it only takes a split second for the two of you to switch things up and turn against him when he tries to break up your banter. it’s pretty much all loving argumentation, of course, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t annoying as all hell for whoever has to witness it.

“and for the record, i like dead people neighborhood,” dean offers, ignoring your moment of synchronicity with sam.

“yes!” you celebrate, reaching around the seat in front of you to lightly hit sam’s shoulder. “you’re the lame one, you’re no fun.” 

he scoffs, mumbling something to himself about how, “of course dean likes dead people neighborhood. it’s stupid.”

you resist the urge to tell him that he’s stupid, and instead follow dean’s direction to focus on the case.

“hold on, dean. you should drop me off on campus first, one of us should make sure another janitor doesn’t fall on his mop handle before we can burn the bones,” you suggest.

“no.”

your brow furrows at how fast sam shuts you down, his serious tone a harsh contrast to his practically whiny mumble moments before. you glance at dean to see that he’s got his own eyebrows raised in confusion.

“what’d’you mean, ‘no’?” you question.

“i mean,” he clears his throat as if he’s just realized his strong denial was awkward, “that that could be dangerous alone, so i’ll go and you can stick with dean.”

you send a bewildered look to dean, one he doesn’t catch trying to pay attention to the street name up ahead. “i’m sorry, are you suggesting i can’t handle a measly ghost?” mostly you’re confused by sam’s words, but you can’t help letting a bit of offense slip into your voice.

“n-no, no that’s not what i’m saying,” he fumbles, trying to fix what he said, “i meant– i meant it would be safer for anyone not to go alone. so– so i’ll go with you and dean can stick with burning the body.”

it’s a clumsy, bad save that’s entirely unconvincing.

“you’re seriously gonna stick me with grave digging duty?” dean grunts, “y/n’s right, it’s just one ghost, we don’t need two of us to deal with it. digging up a grave is arguably harder.”

“exactly,” you reason, “which is why i should go scope out the dorm hall, and you should go with dean to the dead people neighborhood.”

“she’s buried in a family mausoleum,” counters sam, “her grave doesn’t need to be dug up, which means it’s a one person job, and since there could be an actual violent ghost in the dorm, two people should go. and don’t try to make dead people neighborhood a thing, at the very least it’s too long, not to mention it’s not funny.”

despite the fact that he’s teasing you, you’re glad to hear something normal come out of his mouth. his hesitancy to let you take on the ghost is odd, especially considering the ghost might not show up at all. it’s not like he’s never been protective of you, it’s in both his and certainly dean’s nature. but he knows full well that you are completely capable of handling one violent ghost, and he’s been weird like this for the past two weeks.

you laugh when you admit, “it wasn’t quite as good in context as i thought it would be, but it wasn’t that bad, i’m just tryna to stick with my bit,” you defend, “and fine, two people at the dorms, one on dead person arson.”

“are you serious?” sam laughs, halfheartedly tossing his head back to give you a judgemental look through the corner of his eye.

“dead serious, pun absolutely intended,” you let out a full laugh at the strangled sigh he lets out. oh how you love to rile him up with bad jokes. “you’re too easy, sam. for that, i’m sticking you on grave duty. dean and i will handle the dorm.”

“you should be on grave duty, for all the bad jokes today,” he argues.

dean practically growls in annoyance, “how about i go on grave duty, so i can get away from your annoying asses.” it’s not a suggestion, and the both of you huff out a sigh, but don’t argue.

dean drops you off a little ways from the dorm hall for you to grab a shotgun and salt rounds with less of a chance of being seen. you leave the other shotgun for dean just in case, bothered that yours is still broken from the last hunt. there hadn’t been enough time to fix it yet. so, you grab an iron rod, hoping to use that before any guns on a college campus. it’d be a sticky situation to get out of, being caught with shotguns in a dorm, and at the very least incredibly inconvenient to scare the hell out of a bunch of college aged kids at eleven pm. sam sticks the shotgun under his jacket, generally hiding it from the view of anyone not looking too closely.

walking a few minutes, you find the right dorm hall and sam hands the gun off to you to pull out his lock pick. but, glancing behind you, you shove the gun back into his hands and yank him into you.

“the hell?” he resists for a split second before you quickly interrupt him.

“shut up! hide the gun and act like you’re piss drunk. someone’s coming,” you hiss. in a swift movement, he tucks the gun back under his jacket as you shimmy the iron rod into your sleeve, then he swings his free arm around you, practically dropping half of his weight on you. “dude,” you complain, before falling into character. “sammy, come on!” you whine loudly. “i can’t reach my id with you like this,” you pretend to feel around for something in your back pocket while keeping him standing, and he immediately picks up on what you’re trying to do. he stumbles forward so that you have to use both hands to keep him upright, and you curse at your false struggle. “help me out here, sammy, will you?” you try to make your voice sound overly desperate, maybe a little innocent too, “why don’t you lean against the wall so we can get inside,” you beg, trusting sam to play his part well.

“nooo,” he slurs, dragging the word out in a whiny pitch, “don’t wanna.” he turns into you and haphazardly wraps his lanky arm all the way around your form, tugging you to him and nearly knocking the both of you over. you feel heat rush to your cheeks at this and desperately remind yourself that he’s only pressing his face into your neck so that he can get a look at the person approaching and keep the shotgun well hidden from view.

you see the girl out of the corner of your eye, young and clearly a student headed for the dorm.

“oh, thank god!” you exclaim, “hey, i’m so sorry to bother you, but do you think you could open the door for us?” you ask as sweetly as you can, pulling your eyebrows together to gain sympathy, before adding on a humorous tone, “my boyfriend is stupid drunk and i can’t get us inside.” you can feel sam stiffen for a split second at your words, and you yourself wonder if you should have just gone the “friend” route for the sake of your own sanity. you’re going to want to keep calling sam your boyfriend, over and over again.

“oh my god, of course,” she laughs goodnaturedly, and you thank the lord she’s laid back, rather than some uptight rule follower ready to report you to administration. she swipes her id and holds the door open for you, and as you struggle into the building, you think that sam is making this harder for you than it has to be. but there’s absolutely no denying you love the way it feels to just have him all over you, even for the sake of illegally entering a building with a gun.

“thank you so much,” your voice is one big sigh of relief, slightly muffled by the fabric of sam’s jacket.

“yeah, don’t worry about it,” she smiles, “you two are super cute, by the way,” she compliments before turning towards the stairs and waving a kind goodbye.

you do your best to not stumble over your words as you thank her, heat once again rising to your face, and you’re sure that sam can feel the warmth of your neck. body stiff, you turn and head down the hallway in the opposite direction, sam still clinging to you until it’s clear.

“alright, get off, you big dork,” you snort, gently pushing him away and doing your best to regain your composure to proceed as if you don’t have a massive crush on him. “did ya have to make it so hard for me?”

he shrugs with a sly grin, “had to make it convincing, didn’t i? besides, it was your idea, you don’t get to complain.”

you stick your tongue out at him and he raises his eyebrows as if to say, “really?”

“she was really nice,” you note, voice almost wistful in a way that sam easily picks up on. about a year into hunting with the brothers and dean was off buying food, you and sam had collapsed onto a motel bed together as you had many times before by then, both exhausted after a long case. that night, as you spoke in tired, hushed tones, with no need for anyone but the other to hear your words, you had somehow ended up with your head resting on his biceps and one of his legs swung over yours. 

that’s the night you told him you were jealous that he got to go to college, even if it wasn’t for long. you’d told him how you liked the idea of that life, even if you had to return to hunting after it was over. you wanted friends your age, to learn, go to stupid parties and have a college partner. you knew the experience wasn’t all rainbows and butterflies, but you wanted it anyway. he’d said, sure, it wasn’t perfect, but it was a hell of a lot better than hunting in his opinion. he wanted you to have that. once this was all over, and you both got justice for your families, he’d help you apply, make sure you got in somewhere, maybe even go with you. a hush fell over the room and he knew you weren’t convinced.

“yeah, she was,” he says, his own voice a touch more gentle than moments ago. “we were lucky.” he doesn’t want to tell you that most college kids would be at least cool enough to let you inside, maybe not as friendly as her, but that it’s true you’d like it here. he doesn’t want to remind you of what you can’t have. 

a silence falls over the two of you, punctuated only by the shuffling of your feet or the rustle of clothes. it’s comfortable and easy because you’ve done it a million times before. you don’t have to say anything to agree that you’ll head to the basement where the original murder occured. the both of you stay quiet and light on your feet, sam always peering around corners before rounding them.

in the basement he stops you with a simple finger to his lips. he leans in close to whisper as quietly as he can, “janitor’s here.”

you resist the urge to call said janitor an idiot, because who the hell is going to be cleaning an area in which three of your coworkers have mysteriously died in the past two weeks, but you just nod instead, taking in the way that sam’s eyes look under the dim light.

“wanna wait around til dean calls or warn him?” you ask, equally as quiet. he turns his head to look back around the corner before continuing.

“well, we should warn him, but we can’t use the drunk ruse on an employee. he probably has a radio scanner on him, might even be connected to campus security,” he points out.

“fbi?”

“we look too much like college kids right now,” he reasons.

“right,” you agree, “well then, stupid college kids trying to see a murder scene? we’ll link arms and you can hide the gun behind your back. just so we’re near him til dean burns the bones. hopefully nothing’ll even happen.” it’s as if you jinxed it all in that moment, as the lights immediately begin to flicker, the buzz of electricity filling your ears and a sudden chill filling the air. “nevermind,” you curse, flicking the iron rod back into your hand and barging around the corner, only a hair behind sam.

“way to jinx it,” he grunts.

you just scoff and beg him, “just try not to use the gun.” this time neither of you attempt to hide your presence as your shoes pound against the tile floor.

“no promises,” sam says, the gun up and loaded in front of him.

“what the hell?” the janitor barely has the time to exclaim before he’s thrown against the wall.

“i got it,” you warn sam, eager to avoid gunshots and sprinting full speed towards the apparition, iron rod in front of you. you throw all your weight into reaching the ghost of the young girl before she can flicker out of reach. the iron in your hand makes contact, and she evaporates for the time being. unfortunately for you, your momentum keeps you going, through the space the ghost just occupied and straight into the section of the floor slick with soapy water. with no time to gain any semblance of your balance, you slip and come crashing to the ground. your back hits the floor and the wind gets knocked out of your lungs in the same moment that the iron skitters out of your hand.

you struggle a bit to sit up due to the wetness underneath you, gasping slightly and letting curses fall from your mouth the moment you can speak again.

in a split second reaction, sam shouts your name, his voice inappropriately taught and worried for such a silly accident. he’s by your side in an instant, strong hands pulling you up and his anxious voice asking if you’re alright. you wave him off easily, unconcerned for yourself.

“help him,” you urge, “i’m fine.” but he doesn’t back off nearly as easily as you’d think.

“are you sure, did you hit your head? you couldn’t breathe for a second there,” his hands stay glued to you as he rattles off his concerns, ones that you find utterly unnecessary and unhelpful considering the fact that you’re fine, and the ghost could reappear any second. his strong grip keeps you from bending down to scoop up the iron rod, but you have to wrench yourself away from him when you hear a strangled cry come from the janitor. he whirls around with you to see the ghost with her hands around the janitor’s neck, crushing him against the wall as his feet dangle just above the floor. the iron rod is back in your hand in an instant, but sam’s shotgun lays abandoned on the floor a few feet away.

he dives for the weapon, but with a flick of the ghost’s hand, he’s knocked against the wall with a noise so loud it hurts to hear. before she can pay you attention, you fling the iron towards her, vaporizing her once more. the iron clatters to the ground as the janitor collapses to his knees. you rush towards him, pulling him away from the wall before tugging a container of salt from your jacket’s inside pockets. apologetically, you haul the poor man to his feet, throwing a quick look over your shoulder at sam. he’s groaning painfully, but already moving to get back up. 

knowing he’s easily survived worse, you turn your attention back to the janitor, who’s sputtering out confused and incoherent questions about what in the goddamn hell is happening.

“just stay there,” you urge him, too pressed for time to add adequate sympathy to your tone. “stay in the circle and she can’t get you.” with practiced ease, you shake the salt onto the ground with barely enough to make a small, solid ring around the man.

you scoop up the gun from the ground, then turn to help sam onto his feet. “we’re gonna have to tough this out til dean gets done,” is all you say when you place the weapon into his hands, despite the urge to ask what the hell is wrong with him and why he’s so off his game. you turn to grab your own weapon, but it seems the ghost is reappearing faster and faster. this time, you’re the one who gets tossed into the wall, but you stay pressed against the cold surface as a mop flies to meet you, the long handle pushing against your throat and cutting off your air supply. you take in a strangled gasp, hands clawing at the old wooden handle and giving yourself a few splinters that you couldn’t care less about in the moment. of course, it doesn’t budge.

the second you’re flattened against the wall, sam shouts your name again, this time with his gun in the air, swinging around to get a shot at the ghost. but before he can react, it flies out of his hand and she reappears right in front of him, pushing him against the wall across from you.

he struggles against her wildly, his hand itching to get free of her hold to reach the hidden iron knife in his pocket. but before he can get there, her grip weakens and she lets out a strangled scream as she bursts into flames. the flames climb up her old fashioned pencil skirt and swallow up the bloody wound in her abdomen. her grip on you and sam falters as she burns away, then dissolves completely as the last of her ashes fade out into the musty basement air.

you drop to your knees, coughing and gasping for breath as the sound of the mop clattering to the floor echoes through the hallway. sam’s saying your name, half through a cough and his voice still so worried as he stumbles towards you. then he’s on his knees too and his hands are sturdy on your shoulders.

“‘m fine,” you rasp out, hand reaching for his bicep to ground you to something solid and steady. he stays right there, completely ignoring the poor man who’s still practically frozen in fear in the tiny circle of salt and the ringing of his phone. one of his hands slips around you to rub soothing strokes up and down your back and it brings you even closer to him, your forehead dipping to rest on his shoulder. you feel silly for how much he’s fussing over you, but you can’t quite scold or question him until you’ve caught your breath. clearly something is bothering him (and you want him so bad), so you let him hold you close.

“are you hurt anywhere?” he finally asks once he feels your breathing even out under his touch. 

you pull away from him gently, shaking your head before verbally confirming, “no, i’m alright sam. nothing more than your typical bumps and bruises.” your voice is a touch raspy from the pressure on your throat, but it’s nothing that won’t go away with some water and rest, maybe some tea if really necessary.

his hands stay on you as he stands. “are you sure?” he asks, and you can’t figure out why on earth, heaven, or hell he’s so overly concerned about you. frankly, it’s starting to worry you. and definitely annoy you. all the sudden he’s acting like you’re fragile, like you can’t take care of yourself. things which he should know for a fact aren’t true.

he lets you slip away from his hold as you swoop down to pick up your lost weapons and face the poor janitor.

“sorry about that all. you can step out of the salt now.” he looks at you as if he can’t be sure, and your tone softens a bit. he’s young, probably just a college kid himself. “she’s really gone this time, i promise. you won’t ever have to worry about her again. though, i wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to look for a different job.”

he nods and thanks you, and you tell him to repay the favor by not mentioning you and sam. then, at a pace you certainly can’t blame him for, he scurries away.

“c’mon,” you nod to sam, “we should get out of here. you should also call dean back. he’s probably worried you didn’t answer.” with that, you turn back in the direction of the stairs without looking back at sam, rolling your eyes when your own cell ring. you pick up with a, “we’re fine, dean,” before he can even ask why the hell it took you so long to answer him. he lets out a sigh, half relieved, half annoyed. 

“what took ya so long?” he asks anyway.

“had a few bumps in the road since little miss janitor-killer showed up, but we’re fine. neither of us are hurt. would’ya pick us up in the same spot you left us?”

“yeah, ‘course. already on my way, see you crazy kids in five.” with that, he hangs up and you don’t have to glance over your shoulder to feel sam following behind. it’s all just the familiarity of his footsteps, the sound they make, and the pace at which he walks. it’s the particular rustle of his favorite jacket, soft and scratchy sounding all at once. it’s the feeling of his tall figure, his broad chest so close behind you that he’d run right into you if you stopped even for a moment. you debate whether to ask him what the hell is up now or at the motel. for now, the priority is getting out unnoticed, so you clench your jaw a bit and continue in silence because you’re beginning to feel a little angry with him. you think he can feel it, so he stays quiet too, all the way out the dorm and down the street to wait for dean.

it’s not uncommon to be quieter after a hunt is finished because you’re all usually tired and more often than not achey from some toss around or another. but sam can tell there’s something else bothering you tonight. from the way you tilt your shoulder away from him, the distance so nearly imperceptible that only he would notice, he’s willing to bet that he’s that something. and though he doesn’t want to admit it, he thinks he knows why. he just won’t be the first one to say something about it because he’s stubborn, a little prideful, and most of all, too afraid to explain why he’s acting this way.

even so, he just can’t help himself. he hovers near, so near that once you’re settled by the side of the road, you can feel him without actually touching him. you’re tempted to nudge him away, just because of how overprotective he’s acting. you’re also tempted to lean back into his chest because somehow you know his hands wouldn’t waste a second in gathering you up and keeping you closer than ever before. it starts to rain a little bit, soft and almost unnoticable if it weren’t for the new chill in the air. for a moment, you can feel one hand hover over your waist, just for a second before there’s a light swish of fabric when it falls back to his side. you wonder if he’s worried about you getting too cold.

you hear dean before you see him, the rumble of the impala coming into earshot moments before its headlights appear around the corner. the car slows as it nears you, pulling to the side of the road with the front windows down and some classic rock guitar riff filtering into your ears. the music’s quieter than you know it was just moments ago from when dean was alone. he greets you two with a simple, “hey,” once he’s fully stopped and you place your hand out, palm up and wordlessly asking for sam to hand you the rifle to put in the trunk.

“i got it,” he says, not waiting for you to argue when he takes the iron from the loose grip of your fist and makes his way to the trunk. you slide into the back seat behind the passengers side and return dean’s greeting.

he twists in his seat to watch you as you close your eyes and massage your shoulder with a wince. it’s beginning to become more sore, just like all the rest of your body.

“you okay?” he asks, voice full of his normal gruffness that tells you cares enough to ask but knows not to be too worried.

you open your eyes back up to give him a nod. “‘m fine. just the usual ghost beat down. y’know, bumps and bruises.”

“mm, sure do,” he agrees, “so what? dearly departed marissa thought you were janitors?” he asks skeptically. you hear the slam of the trunk, and moments later sam’s settling into his seat in front of you.

“no,” you scoff, “some idiot kid was actually cleaning down there. told ‘im to get a new job,” you snort humorlessly.

“well, i’ll say,” dean raises his eyebrows in agreement before twisting back to face the wheel. he sneaks a look between you and sam before switching the car out of park and getting back on the road. for a few minutes, all you hear is the muted music, the constant roll of the engine, the light patter of rain on the metal roof, and the road under the tires. then dean switches off the music. “anything happen back there that i should know about?” he ventures.

“no,” sam answers casually, “nothing, just the usual.” you don’t even answer. you just can’t figure out if you should involve dean, tell him how sam was unthinking and almost entirely uncaring about the innocent civilian involved, all because he was so worried about you.

“alright,” dean concedes, glancing at you through the rearview mirror and sounding entirely unconvinced. he doesn’t turn the music back on, just lets the silence reign, so you close your tired eyes and lean your head against the cold glass of the window. you’ve fallen asleep in the back of the impala countless times before, but your drowsiness doesn’t take over this time in favor of letting your mind wander over what to say to sam. you can’t just let it be, and tonight is certainly the worst it’s gotten. plus, it’s an easy habit for you to wait for sleep when you’re already so close to the motel. 

when dean pulls into the parking lot, he doesn’t turn off the engine. “gonna grab some grub. i’ll be back in a bit with the usual.”

“grab me something for dessert, will ya? ‘m craving something sweet,” you request, leaning towards the driver’s seat. 

“sure thing,” he nods, and you slide out of the car and close the door after a thank you and tired smile. “anything for you, sammy?” you hear him ask.

“i’m good, just the regular,” sam responds as he exits the car. you unlock the motel door, and he’s inside the room just a moment later, closing and locking the entrance behind him. you stand facing away from him at the shitty table, your jacket already strewn across the back of a chair. you can hear him behind you, going through his routine movements. he’s taking off his jacket, setting it down on the edge of the bed. then he’s pulling comfier clothes out from his pack.

“you wanna shower first?” he offers, breaking the silence of the room. you can feel his gaze on your back.

“sure,” you swallow, “thanks,” you say without any sort of edge to your voice.

“‘f course,” he says, and he means that. his eyes follow you as you pull out your own change of clothes, just a tshirt and sweats, and make your way to the dingy bathroom. you’re tired, so you’re quick with it, but the water’s already lukewarm by the time you’re done. you dry off and dress quick, eager to lay in bed.

and yet, when sam takes your place in the bathroom and the sounds of the shower start up again, you sit at the table instead, picking out a few splinters in your hands before folding your arms and resting your head against them. you stay that way, even when you hear the water turn off, the bathroom door open, his heavy footfalls that are only heavy because he’s so tall and not for lack of gentleness, then the scraping of the chair across from you. he doesn’t even say a thing, just looks at the top of your head and the tip of your nose. the shape of your hands, the point of your elbows, and the curve of your back.

with a deep breath and some pain in your neck, you lift your head. you look back at him and slump your chin into your palm.

“i’m upset with you,” you state.

he frowns. even his frown is pretty. “i know,” he sighs.

“so? why are you acting like this?” your voice is tired, but you still manage to infuse accusation into your tone, “sam, why are you suddenly acting like i can’t take care of myself out there? you’ve been weird for nearly two weeks now, and i don’t like it. i don’t like this.”

sam doesn’t know how to respond. he’s used to being yelled at, shouted at, angry at. he’s used to yelling and shouting and getting angry back. and though he’s certainly fought with you before, he’s still not used to the level tone and the way you say each word so slow, like you’re not actually arguing. just upset and rightfully a little angry, like you just want to understand. 

sure, he can hear the plain anger in your voice. you’re not trying to hide it. but you’re not yelling. how’s he supposed to use the heat of the moment to shout back, “i don’t know what you’re talking about,” or “i’m just trying to help,” when there is no heat in the moment? instead, he’s embarrassed and the only answer he can come up with, the only one that he can mean if he answers in that same, level tone you’re using is, one he’s having too much trouble saying aloud. any other answer would just be too wrong like that. or maybe if you were shouting, he’d tell you the truth, because he could yell it out, loud and rash without thinking about it. if he says it now, it’s not because he just let it slip. if he says it now, there’s no way to take it back, to get around everything threatening to bubble over the surface like forgotten water on a heated stove.

“i don’t think that you can’t take care of yourself. i know you can,” is all he says, because it’s true and it skirts around the real questions. his voice is rough, halfway between pleading and holding back from the anger he doesn’t yet know how to control. you heave a sigh.

“so why, sam? why?” you let the heavy question stew for a moment, then go on when he doesn’t even meet your gaze, “or, i don’t know, if you’re not gonna tell me, just promise me you’ll stop?”

he clenches his jaw because he knows he can’t. he just wishes you would shout. then, he’d tell you. he can imagine the words coming out of his mouth, but only if they’re loud, only if you’ve pressured him to do it. he realizes that’s probably fucked up. but the other way is too vulnerable, too vast of a leap to take to when he’s just not sure.

“sam,” you press, “you don’t have to worry about me, i swear. i don’t understand what’s got you like this, but it’s getting in the way of you being able to do your job right. that kid could have died because all you could do was worry about me,” that’s when you begin you raise your voice, just a little. because that’s what’s making you most upset about this. you hate it ‘cause you feel like he’s doubting your abilities as a hunter, but you hate it even more because it’s making him disregard the safety of others and of himself, for you. “sam, i only slipped. sure i got the wind knocked out of me, but you dropped your gun for that? frankly, that was stupid. and the poor kid was being choked, and if i hadn’t been lucky enough to throw the iron before she could react, he could have died. i need you to understand that. i need you to understand that i can do this job, that i’m strong enough, and that if you don’t trust me with that? people could die. and i’m not about to let that happen. so either you tell me what’s up and we figure it out, or you stop and i pay you the huge favor of just dropping the whole thing, okay?”

suddenly he looks all sad. “i do trust you,” he says, voice all sincerity and nothing more.

you close your eyes for a moment, half in frustration and half because you could really use some shut eye right about now. “that’s not– well, it is. it is part of the point. but i need an answer from you, i need you to tell me you won’t let whatever this is put somebody else in danger.”

he clenches his jaw. he’s still stuck. you still haven’t shouted.

“just spit it out. i can practically see something rolling around on the tip of your tongue. just say it, sam.”

there’s an edge to your voice, so maybe he can.

“i can’t lose you.”

there it is. it’s said with an edge, too, like he wanted to shout it but couldn’t. it’s said rough and a little bit angry and full of this undying faithfulness and yes, love. 

but you still don't quite understand it, so it makes you sigh. it makes your eyes soften a bit and it makes you a little angrier than before. it makes you want him to mean that with all his chest and it makes you want to shake him hard until he comes to his senses.

“that’s always been a danger, ever since we met. you know that,” your voice is something so oddly gentle in its frustration, “sammy, you’re my best friend, and i can’t lose you either. hell, i don’t think the words “best friend” even begin to cover the depth of how much i care about you. but we’ll both be safer if we trust each other, if we trust in both of our abilities to keep ourselves and the other safe. tell me that you understand that.”

it takes him a minute to speak again, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he searches for what to say. “two weeks ago,” is all he manages at first. you try to think back to it, and it immediately dawns on you. “i couldn’t prote–”

“sammy, no,” you interrupt, “that wasn’t your fault, okay? i know this doesn’t help to say, but we can’t always protect each other perfectly, to the extent we really want. i’d do anything for you, sammy, you know that.” after that there’s supposed to be a “but” where you explain to him that you can’t let that get in the way of your thinking straight and keeping everyone safe. instead, those last words just hang, suspended and weighty in the air.

“but you could’ve been killed,” the way he says your name is almost desperate. “it was dean that saved you. i was there and i couldn’t even help. what if next time, dean isn’t there? what if–,” his voice breaks, and he effectively cuts himself off from finishing the sentence. you know what he was trying to say.

any answer you give to that, you know isn’t enough. “but i wasn’t killed, sam. i’m here. i’m right here and i’m alive and i’m well and i don’t want to spend all my time worrying about you worrying about me. not like this.” you let that sit for a moment or two, and though his eyebrows are still all sad and pinched together, you think you’re starting to get through to him.

“but i can’t lose you,” he repeats stubbornly.

“sam,” you’re practically begging at this point, frustration creeping back into your voice, “the best way for you to keep me safe from ghosts and monsters and everything else is to take care of the problem, efficiently and effectively, like we always do. if there’s no monster, it can’t hurt me. but if you drop your weapon just because i slipped on soapy floors and lost my breath for a second? then it’s not just you and whatever innocent bystander around who’s more vulnerable now, it’s me too. so if that’s what it’s gonna take for me to convince you to stop fussing over me, then, please, think about it like that.”

sam is smart. he loves logic and reason, and you’ve handed him just that. but even more than that, he loves you. in the end, that trumps all.

“but i love you.”

he says it like a plea. like he didn’t mean to say it at all but it was the only thing running through his mind, and therefore, the only thing running off his tongue.

“sammy,” you breathe out, and then it’s like there’s no more air for you to breathe back in. that sweet nickname of his coming out of your mouth, resting on your tongue before tumbling into the air, is half like a drug to him, half like a bitter wind to sober him up quick.

“i– i only meant that i–,” he meant just that and now it’s said and now he’s never going to take it back, even if you hate him for it. “i meant that,” he says it firm and true this time, “i love you, so i can’t lose you.”

the way he looks at you, right into your eyes like they’re the prettiest things he’s ever seen, like you’re the best thing he’s ever had, oh, it has you hooked like bait has a fish who bit down too hard. it has you praying he never looks at anybody else like that again. it has you rising out of your seat and it’s pulling you across the small, wobbly table. he’s wedged into the grooves of your heart, so deep it could kill you to pull him out, so you follow the tug and he leans in too so the line isn’t so taught, so that it’s easy and comfortable and beautiful to reach his lips. 

his hands are like a net that catches you up in big, lovely swaths. they travel from your own hands, that lean against the table to keep your lips pressed to his, up to your elbows and then he knows he can never get enough. so he pushes up out of his own seat, drags his hands further up your arms until they can wrap around your biceps and push you up. not for a moment does he let his lips leave yours as he stands and pulls the both of you away from the table until he can bring you close, right into his wide, warm chest. then his hands can roam, gentle over your sensitive back, up to your neck then the back of your head to push your face into his. the other hand gets to go from your waist to your hips, or dip to the small of your back and press you flush to him.

you can only get away from him for a second, just enough time to whisper, “i love you, too,” before he swallows you back up. you melt right into him, and he loves it so much, but he feels how tired you are and he remembers he is too. so he only kisses you for a minute longer before letting your head rest on his shoulder. without any reservation, he presses a long kiss to your temple and you sigh a sweet sigh into his worn out tshirt.

unwilling to let go, he waddles with you, all bundled up into his arms, to the edge of the bed. without warning, he collapses into it, taking you right down with him and pulling out a little shriek from your mouth that he finds to be nothing short of endearing. he laughs, a belly laugh that you can feel the vibrations of as it moves up into his chest and out of those pretty lips of his. with some struggle to readjust yourself, you press a sweet peck to those lips. another easy i love you.

then you collapse back into his hold and the low quality plush of the motel bed. “now promise me you’ll pull yourself together next time we get a case?” this time your ask is so much more lighthearted, sweeter because it’s mumbled into the skin of his arm. you mean it just as much, but you can’t help the fact that you feel like you’re floating, “now i really, really can’t have you getting us in trouble. i’ll need to be able to kiss you at any given moment, so you have to promise me that you’ll trust me to take care of myself. because it works, and you know it. it’s the safest way. for both of us.”

the sigh he heaves can be felt through practically your whole body. it’s heavier than you wish it’d be, but he relaxes against you just a bit more. “i know,” he relents, “i’ll do my best, okay?”

“thank you,” you breathe out, too relieved to care that he couldn’t quite promise. you know this all means he’ll just be more protective of you, but you can say the same for yourself. now that you’ve kissed him and he’s told you he loves you and you’ve said it back, right against his lips, you’ll worry about him extra. but the both of you know the best ways to keep each other alive, and that has to be enough for you. you allow yourself to snuggle closer into him before joking, “d’you think dean’s ever gonna come back?”

you feel sam’s quiet laugh more than you hear it. “yeah, he really did us a favor with that one, didn’t he?” you can hear the smile in his voice before he remembers himself, “do not tell him i said that.” having you in his arms like this has got him a little giddy, saying things aloud that he normally wouldn’t.

letting out a laugh of your own, you promise, “i won’t. but i’m starting to get hungry. maybe we should call him and tell him the coast is clear, we didn’t tear the room to shreds or anything like that.”

sam chuckles again, and you decide very quickly that you like the way it feels for him to laugh with you so close. neither of you move, not to get a phone to call dean or to stop yourselves from growing drowsy. not for anything.

you’re half asleep when you hear the familiar sound of the impala’s engine near the room. it turns off, then comes the sound of its front door being open and shut. just because you’re hungry and it spells the arrival of food, you force your eyes open and let out a groan when you wiggle your arms out of sam’s hold to stretch. the way his hands shift to your waist as you do so has you a bit flustered and you wonder if you’re supposed to pretend in front of dean that you haven’t spent the last half hour kissing and cuddling. but sam doesn't seem to care, because he just sits up when the door’s lock clicks, one hand by your head to hold him up, the other still settled decidedly on your waist. so you decide not to care either, and turn your head around to accidentally grin at dean when he peeks his head through the door. you had meant to look casual, but the second someone else becomes a witness to the fact that you’re laying together like this, you’re beaming.

dean visibly relaxes when he takes in the sight, pushing the door all the way open to walk in, then lock the door back up behind him.

“hey, there,” is all he says, shooting the both of you a look that says, really, you’re just gonna keep sitting there like that in front of me? it’s not that bad, but he’s allowed to tease because he just turned a twenty minute food trip into an hour purely for yours and sam’s sake. you clear your throat awkwardly, and only when you sit up does sam’s hand fall away from you.

you pad over to the table as dean places the paper bag of fast food on the surface. he drags over an extra mismatched chair and sam follows close behind you, pulling the remaining chair to sit beside you. as you begin to pull food out from the bag, now clearly gone cold to the touch, dean sits down, complaining that they didn’t have pie, so he bought you two cookies for dessert instead.

“well, thank you for the food anyways,” you smile, hoping he picks up on the fact that you’re thanking him for the other thing too, “damn shame there was no pie, though,” you say, more for his sake than yours. you wonder why he didn’t just pick some up from somewhere else since he was gone so long.

“mhmm, and don’t sweat about the pie. just got a slice somewhere else,” he shrugs, “ate it in the car, there was only one slice left and i didn’t want you to feel like you were missing out,” he explains with that familiar teasing edge which makes you think he indeed caught onto the double meaning of your thanks. you let out a small huff of laughter before tearing into the food, only now realizing just how hungry you are. you’d felt it creep up on you on the car ride back, smiled at the mention of food from dean, even stupidly thought about it during a quiet moment in the argument with sam. but the second your lips found his, that was the only hunger you’d felt. to keep kissing him, to keep him close, keep him loving you. only when you settled all the way into his arms, sure that you’d be able to satiate that hunger again, could your body remember you hadn’t eaten since early this afternoon.

the three of you eating like this, late at night and without much conversation, is common and comfortable. dean is on what you assume to be his second burger, because there’s no way he’d have just sat in the car, probably parked in a random lot and wondering how long he should be gone, and just waited to eat an extra-bacon burger until he came back. sam’s nearly the same as always, too, but tonight he sits so close that his forearm brushes against yours. you bump elbows or knees every so often, and the side of his socked foot is pressed against yours the entire time.

you sigh, content with the nearness of him that’s so much more complete and full than it was just hours ago. now, there’s no need to hover. now, you can just swoop in and land, take what you want, give what the other needs.

dean makes no teasing comments, but you can feel the way he’s been examining, reading the two of you. you’re not sure if you’re supposed to say something aloud, but you know that he knows the two of you so well that he understands almost exactly what must’ve happened while he was gone. maybe he’s not teasing because this is the outcome he wanted to come back to. he probably knows better than the both of you how you were crushing, pining even, over the other.

he takes his turn in the shower when he finishes his food, and you and sam begin to clean up a few minutes later. once all the trash is crumbled up and tossed away, you go around and turn off all the lights but a single bedside lamp. as you turn away from clicking off the lamp in the corner of the room, sam’s right there in front of you. you don’t have the time to be startled by him sneaking up on you, he’s so quick to cup your face with his hands and slot his lips against yours. he lingers a long moment before pulling apart just enough to rest his forehead on yours.

“gonna kiss you forever,” he whispers, and you realize you’ve turned this giant man into a complete and utter sap. 

“you better.” your grin is wide and real and he can almost feel your lips moving, he’s so close. just as you’re ready to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him hard, the steady white noise of the shower shuts off. you sigh and laugh a little, leaning in to steal one more chaste kiss before brushing past him. but he turns with you, hands still warm on your cheeks and not letting go until he’s kissed you once more.

when dean’s gone from the bathroom, sam follows you in to brush his teeth with you. you’ve done so plenty of times, but tonight, sam gets to loop his free arm around your waist and pull you into him, rather than stand shoulder to shoulder in the cramped space. he gets to make you giggle through toothpaste when he does so, and you get to switch your toothbrush to your other hand and wrap your own arm around his waist, too. he gets to make you laugh dangerously harder when he tightens his hold on you to prevent you from bending and spitting into the sink when you’re done. you try to hold back the laughter with your mouth full of toothpaste, then he’s the one laughing around his toothbrush because there’s white, foamy spit rolling down your chin from the corner of your mouth and threatening to drip to your dark-colored tshirt. of course, he lets you spit and rinse your mouth, relishing in the continued sound of your laughter.

“you asshole! almost ruined my shirt til the next time we make a laundry stop!” you take revenge as he rinses out his own mouth, splashing the running water onto his face as he swishes water around in his mouth. 

he spits the water out in surprise and sputters an indignant, “hey!” before he bursts into laughter again.

you’re both giddy, high off of kissing each other, and silly from the exhaustion of a hunt, so he tugs you into him by your hips and keeps laughing into the crook of your neck. you wrap your arms around his neck and thread your fingers up through his soft, newly washed hair. you kiss the closest thing you can reach and he melts right into your arms.

it’s only when you yawn that he pulls away from you. “we should get to bed, huh?”

you nod and twist towards the door, peeking through it to see dean sleeping in his bed, his still form highlighted by the warm light of the cheap lamp. taking sam’s hand with a shy smile, you lead him to the other bed, turning off the last light and climbing under the covers with him not far behind. he loops his arm under your head, then the other over your waist to splay his hand flat across the small of your back. the way he does it is exactly the way you wished he would, as if he’s thought about holding you like this every night you share a bed, just as you had. with a final glance towards dean, he kisses your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips.

you try to stifle the giggle that the soft, ticklish contact of his lips wants to pull from your chest, praying that dean is really as asleep as he looks. the both of you stiffen a bit when you hear dean’s blankets rustling, but you let out another breathy, quiet laugh when it goes silent again.

sam’s about to kiss you all over again when dean’s voice rings out into the hush of the night, startling you both.

“no shenanigans while i’m asleep, lovebirds,” he grunts.

that brings more laughter out of your lips and a rush of heat to your face that you’re sure sam feels, too. he just groans in annoyance at his brother, because of course dean had to get in at least one borderline dirty comment. neither of you really answer as dean shifts around in his bed again, likely turning his back to you and mumbling something mostly unintelligible. 

the only word you can catch is “finally.”

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Strays

Frankie x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: 18+ only MDNI, not a lot of naughty stuff, just some making out, some mild miscommunication, dogs, lots of dogs, Frankie being a gruff softie, reader has long hair but otherwise not described

Dividers from @saradika-graphics

Frankie is lonely, you hold the keys to his new companion. AKA Frankie adopts a dog.

After college, you couldn’t help but go through a seemingly never ending journey of finding what you wanted to do in life. Your degree didn’t seem to yield the most interesting jobs, and staying at your parents house no longer felt like an option. It seemed like fate when a classmate of yours, Willa, who you had grown quite close to over four years, had reached out, asking if you were interested in sharing a lease with her. Despite being hours from your hometown and any safety nets you may have had, you couldn’t resist the pull to start anew. And that’s how you found yourself in a new city, away from all you know, looking for a job. 

It took a few weeks, but it was well worth the wait when you saw the “Help Wanted” sign outside the animal shelter. After three separate rounds of interviewing, you had finally found what you hoped would be your calling. And, 2 years later, it has turned out to be just that. You had built a comfy life with Willa, and your job kept you busy enough that you didn’t have time to be bored. You didn’t feel like you were missing anything, until you suddenly discovered it on a random Wednesday morning. 

You’ve had a lot of customers over the years: kids getting their first hamster, newly-weds getting a cat that will inevitably end up back here in a few months. With these customers, you usually only had brief interactions, a single visit before signing the papers and heading on their way. But some were more indecisive, coming in and taking days to think over whether they wanted to take this step in their life. It was one of these customers that walked in your lobby at 9 on the dot when you unlocked the doors for the day. 

The bell above the door jingles, sending off an orchestra of barks and meows behind you. You make a mental note, for probably the 100th and definitely not the last time, to remove that bell, before looking up to greet whoever had just walked in. The man towering above you looks nervous, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans, hat pulled down over his eyes. You’ve always been proud of your ability to not judge other people too quickly, but in all honesty, this dude looks scary. You have just a moment to feel anxious before he pulls the hat off, meeting your eye with a shy smile. It eases all of your worries with a glance. 

“Welcome to Paws and Pals! How can I help you?” you greet with a smile, standing up and moving around the desk to greet the man. He takes a second to clear his throat before answering.

 “I, uh, I was hoping to look at some dogs.” His voice is startlingly deep, a warm, gruff tone that melts you. You smile wider, always happy to send home a puppy. You gesture for him to follow you through the doors. 

“Of course! Any dog in particular? Size, color, breed preference?” you glance over your shoulder to see him peering into each cage you pass, his eyes soft as he takes in the sleeping cats. 

“I don’t really know, to be honest,” he shrugs, catching your eye. “I’ve never actually had a dog before. I do like the bigger ones I think?” 

You can’t help but let out a chuckle. The men always want to go for the bigger dogs. Reaching the back door, you swing open the top half of the door, checking to see if anyone was liable to escape. After confirming everyone was in their proper spot you opened the bottom of the door, ushering your customer into the room. He brushes past you, and you can’t help

but notice him stiffen ever so slightly as he does so. 

“So this is everyone we have right now, they each have a little bio in front, and if they’re spoken for there’s a little red sticker. Just go ahead and take a look!”

You wave your hand towards the cages, following him as he almost instinctively approaches the first kennel on the left. Occupying it is your favorite dog that has ever come through your shelter. She’s some sort of large lab mix, with shaggy brown hair and slightly uneven ears. She had grabbed your attention from day one, but given your roommate’s allergy you had never been able to take her home. You can see this guy is taking a while to inspect her, leaning down to get on her level. 

“This is Winnie, she’s been here the longest of anyone,” you watch the stranger as he intently reads her bio, all while Winnie inches closer and closer to the door. He looks slightly startled when she’s suddenly pressed up against the glass, staring up at him. 

“Hey, sweetie,” he grumbles, raising his hand as if to let her sniff him. You can’t help but swoon a bit at his gentle nature, and it seems like Winnie can’t either. 

“I can take her out, if you wanna meet her,” you offer to him. He straightens to his full height, and you can’t help but feel disappointed when he shakes his head “no”. 

“I, uh, I don’t wanna get too attached,” he explains, “I don’t even know if I’m gonna get one yet.”

“Totally understandable,” you assure him, staying silent as he briefly paruses the other kennels. No one seems to peak his interest as much as Winnie, and you soon find yourself leading him back towards the lobby. 

“Well, we’re always here if you wanna take another look!” you speak as you gather a few pamphlets for him, handing them over with a tight smile. He accepts them with a nod. He’s halfway to the door when he turns around. 

“Thank you for your help,” he offers, putting his hat back on his head. Your smile turns slightly more genuine as you give him a little mock salute. He smiles back, a cute little thing that has butterflies sprouting in your stomach, before turning and leaving the building. 

Since he was a kid, Frankie has always had trouble sleeping. Whether it was nightmares keeping him up or just an antsy feeling in his legs, he usually only slept a few hours here and there. His mom had a different solution every night, but none of them worked the way he needed them to. 

The one thing that always helped keep him calm, though, was when he opened his bedroom window, the scent of the lilac bush directly outside easing all of his anxiety. The smell followed him, through childhood and the military, it was even the deciding factor when he bought his current house. He craved the scent everywhere he went. And then, walking into the animal shelter that morning, all he could focus on was you. Yes, you were the single prettiest person he had ever seen in his life, but that wasn’t what he focused on. What he did focus on was the way you smelled exactly like that lilac bush. 

He had come in looking for a dog, something to keep him company because, if he’s being honest, Frankie is lonely. Now, he would never admit that to anyone, especially his ever-worrying mother, but he’s finally able to admit it to himself. He of course had the boys, who were a constant presence in his life, and he absolutely enjoys the time they spend together. But everytime, when the four of them scattered, he had to go home to an empty house. He hadn’t had much luck in the dating department since he left the army, and was all but ready to live out his life as whatever the male version of a spinster is. But you, and your lilac aura, had him rethinking. So, despite the fact that he wanted to get that dog the very same day, he waited, wanting to stretch out the moments he got to see you. 

It’s less than a week before he’s back, sneaking in while you’re busy showing a little girl exactly how to hold a bunny without scaring it. It takes you a second to notice him, just in time to see him wave off your coworker, gesturing towards you. You can’t help but feel some heat flood your cheeks, a smile pulling at your lips when your coworker comes to switch spots with you. You make your way over to the man, whose name you’re just now realizing you never learned, waving a bit in greeting. He tilts his head, hat already shoved in his back pocket. 

“You’re back!” you try not to sound too excited, but he seems to see right through it.

“Yea I, uh, I couldn’t stop thinking about her the last few nights,” he shrugs, trying to play it off. You don’t buy it for a second. You saw him with her the other day, saw their instant connection. “I was wondering if I could actually meet her today?”

You offer an apologetic smile before responding.

“She’s out on a walk with a potential family, I’m sorry,” you see his shoulders deflate even as he tries to stay cool. 

“Ah, damn,” he grumbles, lifting his hand to run through his hair, “Guess I should have jumped on that when I had a chance.” 

You feel awful, and you’re about to apologize further when the bell above the door chimes. You both turn to see Winnie being walked in the building, her tail nearly between her legs as the man walking her pulls and tugs at her leash. Your face turns to steel, seeing the stranger’s do the same thing at the scene. The man holding her leash shoves it into your hands, huffing and puffing the whole time.

“This dog’s a dud,” he snaps before turning on his heels and whipping out of the front door. You momentarily forget about the man next to you, instead crouching down to scratch behind Winnie’s ear. She immediately relaxes into your touch, letting you pet her head and offer comfort. She’s always been more at ease with women, especially you. You barely even notice when he’s crouching down next to you, holding out his hand to let her sniff him. Winnie takes a moment to get used to him, but in just a few seconds she’s pressing her head against his hand, begging for pets. 

You can’t help but observe the two of them together. This man, who’s tall and broad and looks like he could kill you, is proving to be a gentle soul. You’re certain that he and Winnie would make an excellent pair. 

“So can I take her for a walk sometime?” he asks you, still gently petting her head. You beam at him, nodding as you stand to grab your schedule book. You flip through the pages, finding the next time you work and have a walking slot. You know that it’s not required for an employee to go on a walk with a potential owner. You just hope he doesn’t question it. 

“How does Friday at 2 work?” you ask him, and he gives an affirming nod, his eyes never leaving the dog. You go to pencil him in, but realize you finally have to ask. “Can I get your name and email?”

He doesn’t hesitate before responding.

“Name’s Frankie, email is fmorales13,” he rattles off, finally standing and parting himself from Winnie. She leans against his legs as you confirm the info, finally having a name to put to the face. Frankie, you like the sound of that. He bids you a light farewell, bending down to scratch being Winnie’s ears one last time before he makes his way out the door. You actively avoid your coworker’s questioning stare when you watch him leave with rapt attention. 

Something about this man, Frankie, has you entranced. You’re not sure if it’s his looks, which are wildly above average, or his soft yet gruff exterior. Whatever it is has you completely smitten with him, something akin to want blooming in your chest. 

Frankie officially can’t stop thinking about you. He had never had pets in his life, but he could see you had a very deep respect for animals. And when you’re face hardened at the sight of that man with Winnie, god it did something to him. you’re so passionate, 

Friday can’t come fast enough. Everyone around you can see your buzzing energy, which you shrug off as excitement at the possibility of Winnie getting free. Only you know that this is a half answer, that you’ve also come to look forward to Frankie’s visits to the shelter. A little voice in your head says that if he winds up adopting Winnie, you won’t see him or her anymore. Despite this, you want him to take her home so bad you’re ready to start pushing him on it. 

The day ticks by slowly, each minute feeling longer than the last. You occupy yourself with cleaning up kennels, taking a few kittens out to snuggle with here and there. Finally you hear the chime of the front door, trying not to rush to the lobby too fast lest you give away your excitement. And there he is, standing with his arms crossed, no jacket on to cover his unfairly large muscles. 

“Right on time!” you greet him, smiling as you grab a leash hanging behind the desk. He smiles at you, wider than the last few times. You can’t help but feel a warmth spread through you. “Stay right here and I’ll go grab her?” 

He nods, still smiling as you hustle back to grab Winnie. She greets you with a stretch and a tail wag, licking your hand while you try to hook her up to the leash. Her enthusiasm is contagious, and you’re practically bouncing by the time you re-enter the lobby. 

“Hey girl,” he greets, crouching down to say hello. She seems extremely excited to see him, and he reciprocates in full. You hand the leash over to him before calling your coworker into the room.

“Hey Matt, I’m helping Frankie here take Winnie on a walk, you got it covered here?” you ask. Matt confirms with a nod and a thumbs up, the most communication you could ever hope to receive from him. You motion for Frankie to lead the way, and soon the three of you are walking down the street towards the park.

You make idle chit chat with Frankie as you walk, trying to subtly learn more about him, partly for your own good and partly to suss out if he and Winnie would be a good match. Unsurprisingly, they seem to be, with their similar personalities and almost instant connection. He tells you about his friends, about the large backyard that he’s been trying to figure out something to do with. The two of you fall into a light silence. Finally, it’s time to ask the question of the hour. 

“So, are you finally gonna take her home?” you try to remain light, but can’t help the slight worry in your tone. He takes a second, contemplating his choices, before answering. 

“Uh, yea, I think I am,” your face breaks out in a grin, “I still gotta get some stuff first but, I’d love to take her home.”

“Yay!” you cheer, startling Winnie slightly, “Oh you guys are gonna be so happy. I’ll only be a little sad to not see her everyday but knowing she’s going to a good home makes up for it.” 

You’ve reached the doors of the shelter at this point, and you can see Frankie hesitate for a moment before speaking, as if he’s nervous. 

“You could still see her, if you want,” he says slowly, “I mean, after we get to know each other more. Dinner sometime, maybe?”

“Oh!” you’re caught off guard for a second, but quickly catch yourself, “I, I’d love that!” 

He smiles at you, the brightest you’ve seen so far, as he follows you into the shelter. You’re suddenly flustered, trying not to show how affected you are by his interest in you. You busy yourself with finding all the paperwork to get the ball rolling on Frankie taking Winnie home, and you’ve never been happier to put that little red sticker on one of the kennels.

You go over all of the things he needs to get before picking her up on Monday, the exact food and what treats she likes. He takes note of everything you mention. Soon you can find no more excuses to keep him there any longer, especially given the shelter has technically been closed for ten minutes. 

“So, are you gonna ask for my number?” you tease him, heading outside after confirming with the night shift that everything was squared away. 

“Oh god, duh,” he groans, “Sorry, a bit out of practice over here.”

His admission surprises you. How could someone so fucking handsome be out of practice? You don’t have much time to dwell on it, instead rattling off your number, Frankie quickly typing a message to confirm it’s correct. You part with a shy goodbye, and butterflies in your stomach when you notice he waits until you’re in your car before getting in his own. 

It takes all of your strength to not check your phone when it buzzes on your passenger seat a few minutes from home. Your fingers itch to know what it says, but you wait until you’re barely pulled into your parking spot to check it. You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips reading the message. 

Hope you made it home safe. Would you be free tomorrow? Maybe you can help me pick out some stuff for Winnie. 

You take a second to check your calendar, confirming that you do not work tomorrow, before responding. 

Absolutely! Dinner and the pet store?

You get a response in no time. 

I’ll pick you up at 6?

You quickly send over your address, and after some more back and forth you bid each other good night. Realizing that you’re still sitting in the parking lot, you rush up the stairs of your apartment building, creeping through the door in case Willa is asleep. You see her door is closed, your roommate being quite an early bird, and you try to make as little noise as possible as you sneak past to your room. By the time you’re done with your night time routine you’re simultaneously exhausted and excited for what tomorrow is to bring. You fall asleep with a blink.

You let yourself wake up naturally the next day, the sun shining through your curtains gently pulling you from slumber. Laying in bed for as long as you can, you eventually pull yourself out from under the covers, taking your time with your wake up routine. You try to keep yourself busy throughout the day, which is proving very difficult with no one around to distract you, your roommate at work for a few more hours. Cleaning the kitchen, doing laundry, and making yourself lunch can only occupy you for so long, and when the clock hits 4 you let yourself start thinking about your plans tonight. 

You wouldn’t say you’re nervous per say, but it has been a decent while since you last went on a date with a man like Frankie. Your last couple of dates had been total disasters: a guy who wouldn’t stop talking about their ex, that girl that had the most internet centered personality you’ve ever come across. You’re trying to not raise your hopes too high, but something about Frankie had immediately caught your eye, and you’re hoping he proves himself. 

You opt for a more comfortable outfit, some overalls and a tank top to fight the heat of summer. Without meaning to, you’re ready a solid thirty minutes before Frankie is supposed to pick you up. You flop down on the couch, pulling out a book to keep yourself occupied. You’re only a few pages in when Willa bursts through the door in her usual storm of chaos. She comes to you and plants a kiss on top of your head. 

“How are you, love?” she pinches your cheek, her nature being that of the touch-y feel-y variety, “Are you going somewhere?”

“Yea, that guy I told you about from the shelter? He’s adopting Winnie and I’m helping him buy some stuff for her.”

She raises an eyebrow at you. 

“The guy who was quote ‘unbelievably hot’?” she teases, using your drunken words from a few nights ago against you. You feel heat rising to your cheeks, sticking your tongue out in mock anger at your best friend. You’re about to send a quip back at her when your phone chimes. You glance at it, seeing an “I’m here” text from Frankie. 

“I gotta go,” you tell her as you pull on your shoes, “I’ll tell you all about it tonight, m’kay?”

You say goodbye with a brief hug before rushing down the stairs to the front door of your apartment. You catch sight of Frankie’s truck almost immediately, made even easier by the fact that he’s leaning against the passenger door. You give him a shy wave as you make your way to him. He greets you with a grin, opening the door for you to slide in. 

“Thanks,” you tell him, only slightly overwhelmed by his chivalry. 

“Of course,” he replies before swinging around to the driver’s side. He hops up into the cab, and you allow yourself to take a good look at him. He’s wearing his usual jeans, but this time he’s wearing a short sleeve button up shirt, and he’s without his hat. You only blush a little when he catches you staring. 

“So, dinner or pet store first?” you ask him as he pulls out of the parking lot. 

“I was thinking dinner first, if you’re ok with that? I made a reservation at a restaurant downtown,” he peaks over at you for approval. 

“Oh, thank you! Am I dressed ok for that?” 

He doesn’t hesitate before answering as you pull up to a red light.

“You look great,” he smiles at you, reaching a hand across the bench. You take it in yours, and he pulls it up to his lips to press a gentle kiss against your knuckles. You’re downright swooning, and hope he doesn’t notice when he turns back to the now-green light. He doesn’t pull his hand away, and neither do you. 

You’ve never been on a first date like this. Frankie is the ultimate gentleman, opening your door and walking you to the restaurant with a hand on the small of your back. The food is divine, the company incomparable. You don’t even mind leaving dinner to go to the pet store. The conversation between the two of you never falters, and you find yourself hanging on to every word that escapes his mouth. 

You talk to each other about your jobs, what brought you to this town. He tells you about his three best friends, you tell him about Willa. You show him which food to get, some treats, toys, the whole nine yards to make Frankie’s home perfect for Winnie. You’re absolutely smitten when the date draws to an end as he pulls into the parking lot of your apartment complex. He kills the engine before turning slightly to face you. You mirror him, pulling your knee up to the bench. 

“I had a great time tonight,” he tells you, his smile so unlike your first impression of him it’s almost startling that it’s the same man. “I’d love to do this again.”

”Me too!” you chirp, ecstatic at his confession, “I mean, how else am I gonna get my Winnie fix?”

He chuckles, head slightly back, his tan throat bare and you can’t even find it in yourself to feel embarrassed when he catches you staring. He’s suddenly silent, just the hint of a smirk on his lips. Without thinking you’re removing your seat belt and leaning across towards Frankie. He meets you halfway, his lips plush against yours. 

The initial contact of a kiss has always been your favorite, that first time getting to know someone’s lips and the things that make them suck in a breath. This kiss is no exception. Frankie kisses you with fervor from the get go, one hand coming to cradle your cheek while the other reaches between you to undo his seatbelt. You struggle to keep up for just a second, his enthusiasm surprising but wholly welcome. His stubble scrapes against your palm, an addicting sensation that you know you’ll be craving for hours after this. 

You pull away first, needing to catch your breath and catch a glimpse of Frankie. He smiles lazily at you, hair slightly wild from your fingers, as his hand meets your knee. You mirror his expression, content to sit in this moment, until a horn honks behind you. Frankie jumps, quickly moving his truck from the spot it had been blocking. He pulls up to the curb by your door and turns again to face you. You only now feel flustered, ducking your chin and pulling your hair to one side, a nervous movement that you’ve never been  able to shake. 

You feel his fingers lightly tap against your chin, bringing your gaze back to his. You relax at the look in his eyes, smiling fully again. He returns your grin, leaning in to press a chaste kiss on your cheek before opening his door and sliding out. You watch with veritable heart eyes when he comes to open your door, offering you his hand. You swing your legs around to jump out of the seat, but the position you find yourself in, with Frankie standing between your open legs, you can’t help yourself.

He lets out a light “hmph” when you kiss him again, surprised momentarily but quickly catching up. His hands find your hips, your fingers finding themselves in his hair again. Your lips move in tandem, nothing rushed, as if you have all the time in the world. You’re lost in his touch, the world around you fading, before you’re again interrupted, this time by your phone going off. 

You pull away with an apologetic smile, grabbing your phone when it continues to go off. You have multiple texts from Willa, mostly along the lines of “get a room” and “so the date went well?”. You groan, lifting your eyes to see her duck away from your second floor window. Frankie follows your gaze, a question poised on his lips.

”My roommate,” you explain, “she was spying on us.”

”Ah, gotcha,” he smiles, moving to let you hop out of the truck, “Well, I’ll see you on Monday then.”

You part with one last kiss, a promise to text, and a genuine smile that doesn’t leave your face until you’ve settled into your PJs, finally ready to end the day. 

By the time Monday rolls around, you still haven’t heard from Frankie. You had sent a few texts checking in, but the last couple didn’t even deliver. His phone went straight to voicemail, and you couldn’t help but be upset. You thought the two of you had clicked, and that kiss had been borderline magical, but apparently your thoughts were not shared. You’re a definite thunder cloud by the time the work day is drawing to a close, the shelter open for 8 more minutes and still no sign of the man that had promised to take Winnie home. 

You’re towing the line of frustrated tears when, just as you move to the front to flip the sign to “closed”, the door flies open. You jump back, narrowly avoiding a panting Frankie sending you flying across the room. His eyes are wild, his hair out of control and you’re pretty certain he’s wearing the same clothes as your date two days ago. 

“Hey, I’m so fucking sorry, you have no idea,” he leans over slightly, trying to catch his breath before continuing, “I’m so sorry, my friend, the one I was telling you about? The one that fights?”

You raise an eyebrow at him, refraining from speaking lest your emotions make themselves known. He gulps, straightening and running his hand through his hair. 

“He got injured, in a fight out of town and apparently I’m his emergency contact not his brother which I find really fucking dumb but,” he catches your eye, swearing under his breath, “The idiot got his collar bone broken and I had to drive out to pick him up and I didn’t have a charger, and I’m so fucking sorry.”

You take a moment, absorbing his frazzled state, something you had never seen on him. You know he’s telling the truth, just from how anxious he appears, and your upset disappears. He can see your eyes soften, and offers a little half smile in response. 

“So, is Winnie ready to come home?” he asks, your chest blooming at his question. 

“I think she’s been ready for a while now,” you offer, “the real question is are you ready to take her home?” 

“I came straight here from setting up her stuff, I haven’t even showered, to be honest.”

”Yeah I can tell,” you pretend to wrinkle your nose at him, flipping the sign to “closed” before motioning him to the back room. He grins at you, his hand settling on your hip as you walk by. Before you can open the door, he pulls you to a stop, turning you towards him. 

“I really am sorry,” he winces slightly, “And I did mean it when I said I wanted to see you again. I wanna see you as much as possible, if that’s, if that’s ok?”

Your lips curve in a playful smirk, and you reach up on your toes to press a kiss against his lips. He follows you instinctively, and has to stop himself from groaning when you pull away. You swing the door open and open Winnie’s cage. She immediately approaches Frankie, her tail wagging furiously as he bends down to pet her. 

“Hey girl,” he grumbles, scratching behind her ears. You let yourself observe them for a second, a warmth blooming in your heart. Wordlessly, you hand the leash to Frankie. Once Winnie is clipped in, the three of you make your way to the front. You bid goodnight to the night crew before looking at your two companions. 

You sometimes wondered if this day would ever come, when Winnie got her happily ever after. And yet, here it is, the day she gets to walk out of the shelter and never look back. You trail behind Frankie and Winnie in the parking lot, watching as he helps her up into the back seat of his truck. He confirms that she’s all settled before turning to you. 

“Wanna follow us to my place?” he asks, and you’re caught slightly off guard, “I mean, I still have a lot to learn about taking care of her, and, I, uh, I want to spend more time with you. If that’s ok?” 

“Go on then,” you push him towards the driver’s seat as you make your way to your own car, walking backwards to maintain eye contact, “I’ll be right behind you.”

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↳ EVENT 25. Alex SDV (Gridball Pro AU)

Pairing: GridballPro!Alex / Trainer!F!Reader Genre: Smut 18+ WC: 2,985 Warnings: Gridball Pro AU, hook up, fuck buddies, drool/saliva, kissing, caught trope, public sex, exhibitionism, boys being boys (you know the banter), creampie Prompt(s): 20 — AU of your choice! Event Masterlist: CLICK HERE!!

A/N: yes yes yes i looooove the AU where alex attains his dreams and becomes a pro gridball player!!! let my boy succeed <3 and the workplace setting is so sexy ughh thank u for sending this event request in!!! alex? more like loml.....

also!!! this is the half way point!!! good job everyone it took me a MONTH to get here, so at the very most, it'll take me another month to finish this event up LOL. ty all for ur love, support, and patience <3 sending kisses MWAH !!

Before the closet door is even locked behind you, his lips are back on yours. A veritable frenzy of greedy hands tugging at your waist, quickly digging under your shirt to tug on your tits for only a few seconds before frustration settles thick on his tongue that's currently down your throat. Fuckin' bra in the way, he seethes to himself, brows knitting together in an attempt to remain focused enough to bring his attention to unclasping your bra, and not on the way his hard cock rubs so nicely against your front, his knees bending a little behind every thrust as if he were actually inside that warm little cunt he loves oh so dearly. Soon, he reasons with his cock, but first things first.

Pumped up from your practice session mere minutes ago, the veins in his arms pop from the amount of strain he has to exert in taking his time with you, to fully enjoy the small slice of time between now and someone questioning his disappearance. There's a small thrill in being somewhere you ought not to be though, right? Tucked away in a secluded corner for only the most nefarious of reasons, his cock already wet enough just from a little dry humping. Working his hands around to your back, still yet kissing and sucking on your tongue, a couple drops of saliva dripping from his chin from how fervent his efforts are. It's just that he can't help himself when it comes to you, a cheeky smirk on his face at the way you struggle to breathe even now; can't handle a little heated kiss, baby? Not that he's any better, humping his fat cock against your tummy out of sheer desperation, an instinctual need to be inside of you as soon as possible; lest he wastes a load all inside his pants. It wouldn't be the first time, anyway.

Only, it's a little difficult to unhook your bra with the way you're squirming against him, but he gets there. Eventually. Immediately pulling your shirt up once your bra falls from your back, begrudgingly withdrawing his tongue from your mouth to help drag your top over your head. You're not left lonely for long, though. Returning as soon as he can to suck on your tongue when you're left bare, allowing you just enough space and no more to wiggle your bra completely off your arms before his big open palm is grabbing at your tits. Squeezing and tugging, rolling a nipple between his fingers just to have you moaning down his throat. He's almost territorial with his touch, heart hurting at the pretty mewls his fingers pinch out of you. He can barely catch a breath himself from how eagerly he makes out with you too, spit pooling in his mouth as he presses his body closer to yours, accidentally knocking your head against the closet door in the process— but there's no time to apologise. Not when the hand on your hip pulls you towards him, allowing him greater surface to hump his precum coated cock on, the fabric of his shorts surely see through by now from how much he wants you; how much he needs you, evident from how messily and loudly he kisses you. Relentless, he is. So easy for you, so completely fraught with insatiable hunger to make you his that he doesn't have time to do anything other than show you.

And it's so incredibly hot, he thinks. How only recently he was laughing and joking with his teammates, doing his best to take part in your rigorous training regime to the best of his ability. You always work him so hard, don't you? Harder than the rest he muses to himself, because you know just how badly he wants to prove himself to you. Both on and off field, fuck, it's so hot to him that unbeknownst to those very same men you just trained, you picked him. It's him that's about to mark your insides as his, pulling you away from the crowd and into relative privacy to thank you personally for all the hard work you offer him and his boys. Leaving you gasping for air as he moves his mouth down to your tits, easily lifting you mid air so that you're forced to wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, allowing him to buck his needy cock against your hidden cunt a little easier. Sucking and lapping at your pinched nipple, readily supporting your weight with two hands cupping your ass. Which he doesn't miss the opportunity to squeeze at, angling his hips so that his cock head ruts right against your hole despite the cloth barrier.

"Fuck," He curses low, mindful of his volume so as to not get caught with his pants down soon enough. "Been waitin' all day fr'this." He huffs against your tits, hiding his face in the fat of them to keep his voice muffled, drooling all over your nipple before moving to the other one to suckle on. He wants to treat you so well in the short amount of time he has with you tonight, because you deserve it and more; especially considering that you've picked him to treat you well like this. He intends on not taking you for granted, offering you all of himself to try and convince you of his worth. Every flick of his tongue over your nipple communicates see me more, please. Every hump of his tip mimicking the act of sex itself against your clothed cunt is his way of begging just one chance, promise it's all it'd take. Seeking your comfort outside of the barren four walls the practice room provides, his chest tight at the thought of taking you out on a date; cock twitching at the realisation that he's went about this whole situationship in the wrong order. Date, then fuck, right? And yet here he is, popping off of your tits only to give you a quick peck on the lips, expression almost pained from how difficult it is for him to hold back for you. Would that he could pound you right against the closet door, so hard that it shakes under the weight of his thrusts, but he'd like to remain as anonymous as possible. If only so that you can both keep your jobs, knowing that workplace relations are strictly off limits.

But fuck, can anyone blame him when he eagerly lets you down, helping you tug your sticky shorts and panties off only so that he can swiftly follow and match you in your state of undress, clothes haphazardly thrown... somewhere, shit, he can't think straight when your pretty body is right fucking there. Your chest heaving for him, little cunt hidden between your thighs until he lifts you up again, the throb of his cock pressed against your slit coaxing you into bucking his hips towards him in such a honest way that a moan involuntarily slips from his kiss bruised lips. Surely, everyone would understand, right? They'd get why he can't help but to grope at the fat of your ass, sinking his greedy fingers into the plush beneath, keeping his cock dangerously close to entering your hole only to tease you the same way you so easily rile him up. If he has to suffer, then so do you; time be damned. Hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he bends over you, placing you in a more laid down position mid air as he takes a few careful steps back, not wanting to bump into anything himself, or accidentally knock you around. He may be big— in all respects, yeah?— but he's not so clumsy. Not yet, doing his best to keep his wits about him. Letting his tip drool all over your pretty cunt anyway, catching a glimpse of it as he hovers over you, the feeling of your nails digging into his back as your arms tighten his neck for stability has him choking on thin fucking air in desperation. A quick peek down at your pretty face in a seeking of consent is all it takes before he prepares to shove his full fat cock into your tight little hole and— yeah...

Ain't no one would blame him for indulging in you, right? The pretty fitness trainer who pushes everyone to their limits, tight fucking body between his big hands for him to play with. Anyone would be champing at the bit to even have a chance with you, never mind to be rubbing noses with you in an abandoned closet, skin on skin contact driving him near breaking point when you writhe in his hold so cutely.

"May I?" He whispers, cocky smirk on his lips when he already knows your answer, but it's so fucking hot seeing you meekly nod back at him like that. Stroking his ego just so well, dragging your ass up a little so that his leaking tip can catch on your twitchy hole and— ah, fuck... He's lost count of how many times he's fucked you in private like this, but every single time feels like the first again. Fighting with his inner wants to immediately rut into you, chewing on his bottom lip to suppress all the filthy praise he wants to spill for you; gotta be quiet, remember?

Though, even as he slowly glides his cock into your slicked up hole, stretching you out to fit his shape, making you feel every inch of his girth as lazily as possible— little cunt already squelching around his fat intrusion, huh?— it's already difficult to remain quiet. It's like you want to be caught, fuck, wouldn't that be so hot? To be balls deep in your sought after hole, fucking out every moan that falls from your pretty lips for everyone to hear? It's a fantasy he fucks his fist to late at night when you're not around, to claim you so publicly, let everyone know that he's taken. God, with every inch he fucks into you, he hopes that you feel the same way. Did you know that you're the only girl he fucks around with? Can't stand the thought of anyone else squirming on his tip, the thought of some stranger moaning his name filling him with distaste. Only you. Especially when you're clinging to him so much, relying on the strength that you've trained into him to keep you steady.

And he doesn't intend on letting you down. Huffing in your scent when he's finally fully sheathed, balls resting against your sticky ass as he wraps the arm around your upper back tighter, keeping you safe and sound, and most importantly— impaled on his cock. He knows how big he is, not wanting to hurt you as much as possible; but he's limited to what he can do before his secret session becomes known.

"'M sorry..." He grunts against you, wincing at the tight suck of your cunt along his length as he draws his hips back, enough to leave just the tip inside before thrusting forward unfairly. Not all the way, making sure his balls don't slap back against you despite knowing that you love that sound, he just doesn't want to make it easy for others to find you looking so pretty under him like that. A primal urge building in his tummy to keep you as his own. Keeping that brutal pace up with consistent fast thrusts, never fully filling you up despite his urgent want to do just that— he cares too much for you and your career to sabotage it with his selfish lust fueled needs.

The power imbalance, he assumes. That's why it'd be such an issue if he was found buried deep in your perfect pussy, drooling all over your neck from how fucking good you feel wrapped around him like that, the suck of your cunt every time he pulls his hips back just coaxing him closer, begging to be fucked deeper. And oh, pretty girl, he so badly wishes he could. Wants more than anything to leave you sobbing on his lap.

Who holds the power, do you think? You, with authority over him in a professional sense, or him, driving his cock into your wet little cunt over and over again, causing your slick to gush out with every thrust around his sheer girth and down your ass cheeks— who is more in control? Who would get more in trouble, your muted moans begging for his rough treatment, of which he willingly gives in to. Perhaps a bit more than what you're asking for, if he's honest with himself. Hunched over you like a fucking dog, driving his hips against your own at such a pace that he struggles to keep up with himself, sweat trickling on his forehead like in practice to drip down to your cheeks. To place blame on you would be a shame, he thinks, considering the way you're biting on his shoulder right now to withhold your moans, legs trembling around his waist when he fucks you firmly to his pelvis, holding you there to selfishly circle his cock inside of you in an effort to praise. Doing so good, you feel so good around me baby, it's not your fault. You shouldn't get in trouble for feeling good, I promise. You're not doing anything wrong.

"C'mon," He coaxes you, knowing smile pressed against your neck as he helps you grind against him, puffy little clit treated to his torso to hump against, muscles taut and trained under your warm heat for your enjoyment. "Make me proud, yeah? Wanna feel y'cream, been so long, babe—" He moans a little more openly, just a little louder, hoping to encourage you into making him feel good with your squishy little cunt convulsing around his throbbing cock. S'all he ever wants, really. If he's not inside of you, he's thinking about fucking you into next week, balls full of seed just for you. And even if he's lying about how long it's been, recalling how he was filling you up just a couple days ago after his teams big win; it feels like for fucking ever ago— how badly he wants to be buried balls deep in your warm cunt always.

Doubling his efforts, still squeezing your body to his about as well as your cunt squeezes his cock, he offers you miniscule little humps. Attempting to fuck his drooling tip deeper if it were at all possible, seeking only to make you feel as good as you make him feel. But he accidentally knocks something over in his overzealous actions, fuck— he doesn't know what, too busy humping you against his fit body faster now in fear of getting caught— someone surely heard that bang, right? Jaw tight, panting against your neck, doing all the work for you, he figures fuck it, right? If he's already been found out, he might as well go all the way. Slamming his hips into your with such fervour that a couple more items fall around him, fucking into you like his life depends on it, like he'll never be able to feel that tight fucking cunt spasm around him ever again as his instincts take over with the way he intends to mark your insides white; a ward against others from touching you. Wet skin on skin slaps around the tiny space he's got you cramped in, thrusting selfishly enough to feel your insides wrap ever tighter around him, milking your pretty pussy for his own selfish gain when the growing tight fit prompts his own orgasm to follow. Dumping a fat load as deep as he can when he can't seem to stop fucking himself stupid through the good feeling. Dumb smile plastered on his face as his nails dig into you for purchase, an innate need to remind you of who makes you feel like this, yeah? Of who's filling you up right now, keeping you in place to make sure that your little cunt takes all of his affections, mumbling a repeat of your name to let you know that he's thankful to be given this opportunity with you. Holding you close to squeeze lovingly at.

And even as the closet door swings open— he's at least got you pressed so tight against him that all your sensitive parts are hidden to all but him. Partly because he doesn't want to embarrass you, but also because he's selfish, and he's determined to make you solely his. Willing to throw away all that he's tried to strive for for so long if he can't talk his way out of manhandling you right now, blurry eyes blinking a few times to meet the eyes of his voyeur.

"Wow... No way, man! Alex!" Oh, it's just a teammate, his fucked out expression turning to a soft smile at the familiar voice. Though he doesn't dare respond back right now, shifting your weight around in his hands now that he's completely spent, a few drops of cum trickling down his length for him to wince at. Familiarity is good, he knows how much the boys want you, too. "Wondered where ya went," his teammate laughs, and Alex nods his thanks towards him when he gently closes the door, leaving just a crack open for some final words before the familiar lock rings in his ears.

"So fuckin' lucky, man. Have your fun, I'll tell the boys you've gone home or something."

All things considered, things could have went worse, right? Letting out a light chuckle when he's left alone with you again, instinctively nuzzle against your cheek as thanks.

"Bout time we found somewhere else to meet, dont'cha think?" He hums idly, helping you off his cock to sort yourself out.

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[george-weasleys-girl]

Second Chance Soulmate Pt. 3

Season of Love Event

Warnings: none that I can think of, maybe a curse word or two, not yet proofread

Summary: George decides it's time to give romance another try, Fred being the world's best uncle

~•~

"C'mon, Uncle Fred, let's go get some ice cream," Mira said, pulling at his arm.

"Ice cream? Love the idea! But can't it wait half an hour?" Fred raised an eyebrow at his niece. "Your dad's break will be over soon, and we'll go when I take mine."

"Nooo, let's go now!" She pulled his arm even harder, causing him to stumble a little. "We can see the bookshop perfectly from the ice cream parlor." Fred opened his mouth to speak, but Mira plowed on. "Daddy's gonna ask Miss Y/L/N out on a date, and I don't wanna miss it."

Fred's eyes widened for a moment, and he looked around the store, assessing the handful of customers sauntering around. The afternoon doldrums were in full swing. Nothing Verity and Sam couldn't handle.

"Me either!" He agreed, swooping his niece up in his arms and then strode over to where Verity was straightening up a display. "Hey V," he began and leaned down to whisper in her ear.

Verity drew in a breath and whirled around. "Finally!" She exclaimed. "Well, what are you waiting for? GO!" She said, pushing him toward the front of the shop. "And fill me in on all the juicy details when you get back!"

Fred nodded and winked, then threw open the door and hurried out.

~•~

George pulled out his pocket watch for the umpteenth time and shifted his weight from one foot to the other and then back again. It'd taken him two long, agonizing months since his twin suggested he ask Y/N out for him to actually work up the courage to do it.

His gaze shifted back over to where Y/N was harangued by a couple of customers. Her eyes met his, and she gave him an apologetic look. George smiled and turned his attention to readjusting his jacket as a line of sweat trickled down the back of his neck. The unseasonably warm autumn day beat down on him, and he was rapidly regretting his decision to wear his wool tweed. He glanced at his reflection. At least he still looked decent despite the fact that he was rapidly melting into a puddle.

"Hey George," Y/N's soft voice startled him out of his thoughts. "Sorry to keep you waiting. Today's been pretty crazy."

"No worries," he waved her apology off. "It looks like your... um... what did you call it?"

"Sidewalk sale," she smiled.

"Oh, right," George said. "Looks like your sidewalk sale is doing quite well."

"Better than I expected," Y/N agreed.

The redhead took in the crowd still milling around. "Maybe I should talk Fred into doing something like this."

"It's helped me offload a lot of old inventory that hasn't really sold well," she explained. "Cleared up room for the holiday stuff coming in."

"That's... that's good..." George nodded and fiddled with his pocket watch. "Hey, um... I wanted to ask you a question. If you have a minute to spare."

"Of course," Y/N turned back to him, smiling.

"Yeah?" A shaky grin appeared on his lips. "Ok, great. So... um... yeah. I was... um... wondering if you'd like to maybe go out to dinner sometime. With me."

~•~

The older twin took an absentminded sip of his Butterbeer float and wished he could send a boost of confidence to his brother. George had always been a bit shy when it came to women, but after his divorce, his self-confidence plummeted. Seeing how lost and lonely his twin had become, Fred tried everything he could think of to help George get back out there and try again. But, it wasn't until Y/N came along, that he saw some glimmer of hope.

"This is soo exciting," Mira leaned forward, accidentally dipping her blouse in her chocolate ice cream.

Fred couldn't help but grin at his niece's enthusiasm. "I take it you approve then," he said, grabbing his wand to clean up the mess.

"Yep! I like Miss Y/L/N. I think she'd be a good girlfriend for daddy."

"Me too," her uncle agreed. "How did you find out about all this anyway?"

"I heard daddy practicing what he was going to say this morning. He thought I was asleep, but I wasn't, and I heard it all," she said matter-of-factly. "And then, when he told me he had to run an errand by himself on break, I knew that's when he was going to ask her."

"Smart girl," Fred chuckled and ruffled her hair before turning his attention back to the scene unfolding across the street. Now, let's see if he has the balls to actually do it.

~•~

George paused, his hand raised to knock on Y/N's door and his heart dropping through the floor. It just occurred to him that except for asking her out, he'd never actually spent any time with Y/N alone. Mira had always been with him, picking up the slack if the conversation ever lulled.

Now, he had to do it all by himself.

His shaky knuckles rapped at the wooden door, even as his legs poised themselves to race away as fast as they could in the opposite direction. But, alas, there was no time for a quick get-away.

In less time than it takes to blink, the door swung open. "Hi!" Y/N beamed, her bright eyes shining with a warmth that soothed his nerve-wracked soul.

No one, not even Carlee, had ever looked at him like that. Like he'd hung the stars and the moon just for her.

And it was enough. More than enough, truthfully, to send his relentless demons running away in fear.

~•~

Epilogue

Mira sat on one side of her, holding her hand. "C'mon, breathe with me." She joined Y/N in the lamaze breathing. "Dad'll be here any minute."

This wasn't her step-daughter's first rodeo.

"Breave, mummy." Alfie encouraged, holding her other hand.

A loud pop sounded from the living room, followed by her husband thundering down the hall and into the bedroom.

"Daddy!" Alfie toddled over to George. "It's time for the baby!"

"I know, mate," George said, taking his sons hand and moving toward his Y/N. "You ok, love?" He asked, kneeling down before her.

"Never... better..." she grinned in between breaths.

Another pop sounded, and Fred's voice echoed down the hall. "Never fear, Uncle Freddie's here!"

"Unca Freddie!" Alfie jumped up and raced down the hall to meet his favorite uncle. "Mummy's having the baby!"

"So I hear," Fred replied as he rounded the corner seconds later, holding the wiggly toddler in one arm. "Need anything Georgie?"

George shook his head. "If you've got Alfie, I've got my wife."

Fred smiled and nodded. "And what about the young miss?"

"I'm going with them," Mira jutted out her chin.

George looked at Y/N, who nodded.

"Well, then," Fred chuckled and looked at his nephew. "Looks like it's just you and me. Ready to party?"

"Party!!!" Alfie yelled.

George gave his son an affectionate smile, then wrapped one arm around his wife and the other around his daughter. "Ready, loves?"

They both nodded, and with that, the three of them apparated to St. Mungo's, ready to welcome the newest Weasley into the world.

~•~

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[coallise]

Deal and a dance

Short and sweet of Charlie making a deal for Vaggie to get back into her favorite, and probably only, hobby. Set pre-cannon, there is now a part 2

Charlie and Vaggie were laying on Charlie’s bed. The two just started dating a few months ago and were currently playing 20 questions together.

“Ok, so, what do you do for fun?” Charlie asked.

“Err… kissing you is fun?” Vaggie answered, getting a giggle from Charlie.

“It is, but, come on, you have to have some hobbies, anything from when you were alive?” Charlie pushed.

“Err… well I did dance, ballet, but it was a hobby. No hope of going pro, and even if I did, my instructor was a creep. Doubt I could even find one that isn’t down here,” Vaggie sighed. “...Damn, I’m starting to run out of questions, babe.”

Charlie got up and leaned over Vaggie, “give it a chance! You really could use a hobby… that doesn’t involve me.”

“Corazón, I love having you as a hobby, but like I said, it was hard enough finding an instructor that wasn’t a creep up there. It’d be hopeless finding one down here,” Vaggie pulled Charlie down for a kiss.

“Uhg, fine,” Charlie pouted but did indulge in Vaggie’s other hobby, kissing her. She didn’t let it go and went to investigate those in the pride ring that taught ballet to find Vaggie was right, they were mostly creeps. She was about to give up when she saw a van pass by with the Carmine logo. The van stopped nearby and the two younger Carmines got out and went over the order with the client.

Charlie skipped over and stood near Odette, waiting for her to notice.

“Uh, hi?”

“Hi! I’m Charlie, you wouldn’t happen to be able to get me a quick little meeting with your mom, would you?” Charlie rocked back and forth on her heels. Odette looked to Clara who was still unpacking.

“Uhm, I can give your information to mother and we can work from there, what kind of weapons or materials were you thinking of?” Odette scrambled for her notepad and almost dropped it before Charlie grabbed it and started writing on it.

“Oh, just a little favor. Surely your mom would be interested in exchanging favors with the Princess of Hell,” Charlie added a few doodles before handing it back. With a wave, she skipped off, hearing Odette shriek at Clara that she had to talk to a potential customer without a script.

It took two hours before Charlie got a call back and confirmed the meeting with Carmilla. Charlie brought Vaggie with her.

“I thought you weren’t interested in fighting,” Vaggie mentioned as she walked with Charlie into the Carmine office building, trying hard not to ogle the weapons that were on display.

“I’m not!” Charlie chirped, “Carmilla is known for more than just weapons?”

Vaggie’s face fell and stopped Charlie at the door, “merida, please, mi corazón, please tell me you’re not trying cooking again.”

“I wasn’t that bad!”

“You burned water, babe, water.”

Charlie huffed and pushed open the door, “well it’s not cooking related either.”

“I take it the reason for this meeting is kept close to your heart if you haven’t even told your guard about it,” Carmilla said, sitting behind her large desk, a daughter on each side.

“I mean, I’m pretty sure I wrote the reason on the notepad,” Charlie hummed.

Carmilla picked up the notepad, “I see you are willing to exchange favors, and you doodled a pair of ballet shoes and rainbows.”

“Merida, really Charlie?” Vaggie face palmed.

“You said you missed dancing! And Carmilla literately fights while doing ballet. You said if I could find you a teacher that wasn’t a creep you’d get back into it,” Charlie pouted and hugged her, “can’t I make my girlfriend happy? Besides, I already know my terms of the favor.”

“Right, that I can not ask you to harm anyone,” Carmilla read from the pad before putting it down, “so I take it you want my half of the favor to be to teach her ballet for as long as she’s willing?”

“Yep!” Charlie rocked back and forth.

“Are you sure you want to owe a favor for this? That’s not exactly small,” Vaggie pushed.

“I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t sure.”

Carmilla cleared her throat, “I still haven’t agreed yet. Let’s see what I have to work with. First position.”

Vaggie snapped into position and Carmilla edited her posture slightly before ordering to go to the second, then to twirl, stand on one foot, until she was satisfied.

“I agree, we have practice on Wednesdays 5 o’clock sharp,” Carmilla ordered Vaggie as she held her hand out for Charlie. Charlie reiterated her half of the deal before they shook, silvery threads wrapping around their hands. They stopped at a store to buy Vaggie leggings, ballet shoes, and tank-tops in preparation for, what will eventually turn out to be, one of the best deals either party has made.

@a-dauntless-daffodil

#carmilla carmine #hazbin hotel #hazbin vaggie #hazbin charlie #writting

[mustainegf]

—masterpost

—𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖 ★ 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐄

A month and a half later, the first day of school had arrived. Grade 12.

As I got ready that morning, my mind buzzed with excitement and a bit of anxiety.

This wasn’t just the beginning of our final year; it was also Felicity’s first day back at school in years. The thought filled me with so much happiness for her.

I pulled on my favorite band shirt, hoping it would bring me some luck, and grabbed my backpack. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, taking a deep breath to steady myself.

I ran my hand through my wavy long blonde hair.

Felicity always complimented my long hair, and I wanted to grow it out like some of the guys in my favorite bands.

This year was going to be different, special in so many ways. With one last look, I headed downstairs.

I stepped outside, the crisp morning air waking me up fully. As I walked towards school, my thoughts kept drifting to Felicity.

I knew today would be overwhelming for her, but I also knew how strong she was. She’d faced so much and come out the other side with a resilience that amazed me.

When I arrived at school, the buzz of excitement was palpable. Students milled around, catching up with friends and sharing their summer stories. I scanned the crowd, looking for a familiar face. Then I saw her.

Felicity stood by the entrance, her eyes wide with both wonder and nerves.

She looked beautiful, her hair blowing gently in her face. She looked nervous, with her bag slung around her shoulder, the outfit I knew she had spent days picking out. Seeing her there, ready to face this new chapter, filled me with pride.

"Liss!" I called out, waving as I made my way through the many students.

Her face lit up when she saw me, and she waved back, a bit shyly. "James! Hi!"

I reached her side, and I gave her a quick peck on the cheek, not caring who saw. "You ready for this?" I asked, my voice gentle.

She took a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine with determination. "I think so. It’s a little scary, but I’m excited too."

"You’ve got this," I said, squeezing her hand. "And I’m here with you. Every step of the way."

She smiled, the nervousness easing a bit. "Thanks, James,” she giggled, squeezing my hand back.

We walked into the school together, the familiar hallways suddenly feeling new and different with Felicity by my side.

As we navigated through the crowd, I could feel the curious stares and whispers.

I knew people were curious about Felicity’s return, as well as me, a bit of a loser, suddenly walking the halls with a girlfriend.

I didn’t care, I always thought school drama was dumb. I was just glad to be here, and even more grateful to have Felicity by my side. Alive.

— 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟖

Nine years had passed since that first day of Grade 12.

It was now 1988, and life had taken us on an incredible journey. Felicity and I were now 26, and happily married.

We had been through so much together, and every step of the way had only strengthened our bond.

I had started a band with my best friend, and against all odds, it had taken off in ways we could have never imagined.

We called ourselves Metallica, and over the years, our music had found a passionate audience. The fame and recognition had come fast, but Felicity was the constant in my life that kept me sane.

Tonight, we were playing a sold-out show, and as we finished our set, the roar of the crowd was deafening.

The stage lights dimmed, and I wiped the sweat from my brow, feeling the rush of adrenaline that always followed a performance.

As the final notes echoed through the venue, I glanced backstage and saw her, there she was, Felicity, the woman I loved so dearly.

She stood there, her face lit up with pride and love, her smile as radiant as ever. Despite all the changes and the chaos of our lives, Felicity remained my everything, my biggest supporter, and my best friend.

As I made my way off stage, the noise of the crowd still buzzing in my ears, I thought back to the moments that had led us here.

When the band started gaining traction, Felicity was there every step of the way.

She encouraged me when I doubted everything I was doing and celebrated every success with a kiss and smile.

Our relationship grew stronger with each passing second, and before we knew it, we were planning our wedding.

Our wedding day was the happiest day of my life. Surrounded by friends and family, we exchanged vows that reflected our journey, promises to support each other, to cherish the moments, and to always be there no matter what.

Felicity looked stunning in her dress, her eyes sparkling with tears of happiness.

As we danced that night, I knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful life together.

The real dance I’d always promised to give her.

With the band’s success, life became a whirlwind of tours, recording sessions, and media appearances. Yet, through it all, Felicity remained. We made a home together, a place that was our sanctuary amidst the chaos.

And now, standing there after another successful show, I felt the weight of all those memories. I reached Felicity and pulled her into a tight embrace, the noise and the lights fading away as I focused on her.

"You were amazing," she whispered, her voice filled with pride. "As always."

"Thanks, honey," I replied, kissing her forehead tiredly. "I couldn’t have done any of this without you, you know."

One of the biggest hurdles had been Felicity's health. I remembered the fear and uncertainty we had felt when she had needed a transplant.

But Felicity had fought with a courage and that left me in awe. And when she had finally come through it, scarred but alive, I had never been more happy.

I loved her transplant scar, it was a reminder of everything she had overcome, a testament to her strength and determination.

Whenever she felt insecure about it, I would kiss up the length of it, letting her know just how beautiful I found her, scars and all.

But not all our memories were happy ones. Halfway through Grade 12, my world had been shattered when my mother passed away from cancer.

It had been a devastating blow, leaving me orphaned and adrift.

My mother had refused medical care because of her religion, and by the time we realized how serious her condition was, it was too late anyways.

I always wondered if I could’ve done something, said something more, raised my voice again.

But I knew in my heart that no sentence I could string together would diminish my mothers dedication to her faith.

Her passing had left a void in my life that could never be filled. But in the midst of my grief, that same beautiful woman was by my side, Felicity. And when I moved in with my half-brother, she had been there every step of the way.

As I looked at Felicity now, her smile lighting up the room, I felt a surge of gratitude for everything she had done for me.

We had been so young, so full of dreams. I smiled to myself, remembering the late nights we spent sharing secrets, our whispered conversations stretching into the early hours of the morning.

Those moments had been our escape, our way of creating something for just the two of us.

We would talk about everything-our hopes, our fears, the future we wanted to build together.

Felicity would often curl up next to me, her head resting on my shoulder as we lay in my bed, the dim light of my bedside lamp casting a warm glow over us. We would laugh, sometimes cry, but always, we were there for each other.

Those nights were filled with a kind of magic that only young love can bring.

I remembered the first time we made out, our kisses hesitant at first, then growing more confident as we learned each other's rhythms.

The feel of her lips on mine, the way her breath would catch when I held her waist.

And then there was the first time we had sex, when we were 17.

It had been awkward, clumsy, and beautiful all at once. We had giggled nervously, unsure of ourselves but eager to explore this new level of intimacy.

There was a sweetness to it, a sense of discovery that was only ours. Afterward, we lay in each other's arms, laughing softly at our inexperience, feeling closer than ever.

Another memory bubbled up, one that still made me laugh every time I thought about it. We were nineteen, young and in love, and we were together in my room in my brother’s basement.

One evening, we were caught up in the heat of the moment, tangled in each other’s arms. Just as we were about to take things to the next level, the door burst open.

In walked my brother, oblivious to what he was interrupting. The shock hit us like a jolt of electricity. Felicity and I jumped nearly a foot in the air, scrambling to cover ourselves, our faces flushed with a mix of embarrassment and adrenaline.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” my brother stammered, his eyes wide as he realized what he’d walked in on. He quickly backed out of the room, closing the door behind him with a muttered apology.

Felicity and I sat there in stunned silence for a moment, the tension hanging thick in the air. Then, the absurdity hit us, and we burst into laughter, the sound echoing off the walls of my room.

“Did you see his face?” Felicity giggled, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“I thought my heart was going to stop,” I admitted, still chuckling. “Talk about a mood killer.”

It became one of those stories we’d tell over the years, a funny, awkward moment.

I remember that night vividly, the one when Felicity slept over at my place. Everything had been perfect. We'd stayed up late, talking about everything and nothing, the room filled with our quiet laughter. Eventually, we fell asleep, her head resting on my shoulder, my arm wrapped around her. It felt so right.

But the next morning was different. I woke up to find her already awake, sitting up and staring at the sheets with a look of pure horror. It took me a second to realize what had happened.

There was a small red stain on the sheet and a bit on my sweatpants. Felicity had gotten her period during the night.

She looked at me with wide, tear-filled eyes. "I'm so sorry, James," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I didn't mean to—"

Before she could finish, tears started streaming down her face. She looked so embarrassed, so vulnerable, and my heart ached for her. Without thinking, I pulled her into my arms, holding her close as she cried into my chest.

"Hey, it's okay," I murmured, stroking her hair gently. "It's perfectly fine, I promise."

"But I ruined your sheets and your pants," she sobbed, her words muffled against my shirt, trying to hide.

"Don't worry about it," I reassured her. "It's not a big deal. Really."

I kissed the top of her head, hoping it would help calm her down. After a moment, I gently pulled away and told her I'd be right back. I went to my sister's room, rummaging through her things until I found what Felicity needed. Thank God for sisters.

Being a teenage boy, I knew little to nothing about periods, but I did my very best.

I handed Felicity the supplies and started stripping the bed. She watched me with wide, red-rimmed eyes, still sniffling. I tossed the sheets and my pants into the laundry basket, then quickly put fresh sheets on the bed.

"See? All taken care of," I said, trying to keep my voice light.

She gave me a weak smile, still looking a bit guilty. I took her hand and led her back to the bed, urging her to lie down.

I slid in beside her, pulling her close again, her head resting on my chest. She was still sniffling, but I could feel her starting to relax. “I’m so gross, I’m sorry..” She whimpered.

"You're not gross, Felicity," I said softly, kissing her forehead. “Don’t ever think that.”

Another memory drifted into my mind, a memory so vivid and emotional that it felt like it had just happened yesterday. It was our wedding day, the day I had officially committed my life to the woman who had been my everything since I was a teenager.

I could still remember the exact moment I first saw her in her wedding dress. I stood at the altar, my heart pounding in my chest, waiting for the doors to open and reveal Felicity.

When they did, and she began to walk down the aisle, time seemed to slow.

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Her dress was simple yet elegant, perfectly complimenting her natural grace. Her hair was styled just the way I loved, soft waves framing her face, just like when we’d met.

I felt a lump form in my throat, my vision blurring as tears welled up in my eyes.

I had always known that Felicity was beautiful, but in that moment, she was radiant, a vision of perfection that seemed almost otherworldly.

The emotions hit me all at once, and I couldn't help but cry at the sight of her.

Seeing her in that dress, knowing that she was about to become my wife, was overwhelming in the best possible way.

When we were teenagers, I used to daydream about our future. I imagined us growing up together, marriage, a house, a child.

They gave me hope and something to look forward to when everything else seemed uncertain. Now, looking at Felicity, I realized that those dreams were no longer just figments of my imagination; they were becoming our reality.

And then there was the success of the band. Starting Metallica with my best friend had been a leap of faith, a dream we both shared.

We had no idea if it would work out, but we poured our hearts and souls into our music. Seeing our band take off, playing sold-out shows, and connecting with fans all over the world was beyond anything I had ever imagined.

But through all of this, Felicity remained the center of my universe.

My everything.

Taking a deep breath, I let my hands trail carefully down her body, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingers.

Every touch was a reminder of the countless moments we had shared, moments of laughter, tears, triumph, and sorrow.

She smiled softly, her hand reaching up to gently cup my cheek.

I nodded, my throat tight with unspoken words.

My hands rested on her hips, and I pulled her closer, feeling the gentle swell of her stomach against me. It was a subtle change, but one that carried the weight of a new chapter in our lives.

Pride swelled in my chest as I thought about Felicity being pregnant. It was all I had ever wanted, and soon we would have a little baby, a sweet little one of our own.

The love that had carried us through was now bringing new life into the world.

We're really going to have a baby, my heart whispered.

I kissed her gently, my heart swelling with love and anticipation. As we stood there, the memories of our past mingling with the promise of our future, I felt gratitude for the life we had built together.

Looking into her eyes, I saw not just the love of my life, but the future mother of our child.

In that moment, holding her close, feeling the tiny life growing inside her, I felt a love and fulfillment I had never known before.

The space between us filled with an unspoken promise of the life we were about to welcome into the world.

The space between us,

Keeps the memory of my mother's faith.

The faith that tore her away.

The space between us,

holds the teenage love,

A bond forged on sandy shores.

The space between us,

Carries the rhythm of the dance on the beach.

Fumbling feet mix with water and sand.

The space between us,

still feels the ache of Felicity's near-death.

Life’s thread almost cut short.

The space between us,

Holds the pain of grief,

A shadow we carry, hand in hand.

The space between us,

Brings the sweetness of kisses shared,

A taste of forever on our lips.

The space between us,

Carries a baby,

A life built from an awkward conversation on the lake.

The space between us,

Carries a life,

A life we’ve conceived.

The space between us,

Hurts

Sometimes.

The space between us,

resides the quiet girl at the lake,

A reminder that sometimes, the greatest love stories begin with an awkward hello.

In the end,

What brings us closer together,

Is the space between us.

Taglist: @whatsupvic

#james hetfield x you #james hetfield x oc #james hetfield fluff #james hetfield smut #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield imagines #james hetfield fic #james hetfield fanfiction #james hetfield #metallica #metallica fluff #metallica x reader #metallica imagines #metallica fanfiction #series #mustainegf #fanfic #fanfiction #oc #the space between us james hetfield

[kingprinceleo]

hi its fic time let me rizz you guys up to read it

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE

Based on this art piece !!!

#WAHHH #this took a little over a month and a half !!! #but oguh #god dsfhbjjhbfs #im so nervous #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonic au #vampire au #sonadow #cw blood #cw stabbing #sonic the hedgehog fanfic #im gonna go jump into a hole now byeeeee

[kakusu-shipping]

The Ideal polycule in Work, Around the House, and Date outfits

#Emile's Arts #Teruteru #Koro-Sensei #Fatgum #I really wanted to do MORE art for this takeover #I was gonna draw the reaction images and have Koro 'Leak' little snippets of the house and day to day life throughout the month #but my god y'all #I do not have spoons I keep thinking I do and then I draw for an hour and feel like Death #Which is REALLY stupid in my opinion #This took me about 5 hours over all most of it was spent figuring out modern guy fashion #If it was up to me all three date outfits would be dresses I promise #Koro-Sensei'l little moon space dress is so freaken cute with the cardigan and belt #I love him he was the easiest took the least time #I fought with myself for half an hour about putting Teru in a sweater and eventually caved and sweatered him up #I wanted him to dress different but I cannot stop the allure that is Turtle Neck and Blazer #On point like a lazer in him turtle neck and blazer #and scarf to add layering and color #Taishiro took the longest though at 2 hours #The only thought I had going into his outfits was I wanted to keep the hoodie aspect #Becuase he just seems like the guy to always have a coat #He's not like cold he's just comforted by hoodie #Koro-Sensei again was easy 30 minutes I took the longest on the cat ears of his gamer time hoodie #because just his Gamer Girl hoodie wasn't enough #He has many many gamer hoodies and never wears pants #And I love that for him #Anyway midway through this week I'm gonna try to up the amount of art I do #So this week might be a little slow starting as I charge up for it #I have a big ask game for tommorrow and Tuesday though and I'll try to be more on top of asks! #Thankyou everyone again for participating in this Takeover #I just wanted to spend a little more time focusing on these three and their tags were just... always empty?

[designernishiki]

status update on my mission to 100% and platinum yakuza 0: completion list is at 99.2% and would’ve been finished today if not for pool (carom/combo shots- i made enough money from it though) and batting. my most significant peaks today were probably beating both so and jo amon on the first try miraculously and at one point i got like 34 points in expert koikoi

#if anyone has any advice on pool or batting feel free to tell me because boy am I struggling #and I’m so……so close #oh forgot to mention it but I also did all the climax battles I can for the time being- so a little over half of them maybe? #cant do the rest til I go through the finale and all that #frothing at the fucking mouth . I am so. CLOSE #y0 #rambling #I think I actually like koikoi a little better than oichi kabu ngl. but maybe im just saying that cause I got lucky with koikoi #I do think I’m genuinely okay at it cause like I started to memorize the high point cards and the main hands (especially the high point #but still doable ones like moon viewing and boar/deer/butterfly) and yea worked towards those with my Choices #but still I wouldn’t say I’m Great at it either #not as confident with it as I am with mahjong #but no shit. I played mahjong for like three days straight where as koikoi I maybe spent two or three hours total on #eh actually maybe more like 1-2 hours. took me way less time than oichi kabu #anyway. very very close to 100% completion but still got a bit to go til I can platinum the game since I gotta #go back and do the main story again on legend mode and all that #the finale won’t take long considering I’m crazy maxed out in stats and weapons and all that but going through on legend mode + the rest #of the climax battles will probably be a bit more intensive #really honestly impressed with myself on the Amon fights. like. a month ago I would absolutely assume I’d have to have my friend do those #fights for me cause they’re fucking insane and both have 14 health bars or something like that. but I’ve grown. I’ve learned. i best them #MYSELF. and on HARD at that. very glad I did a ton of shit at the coliseum cause that helped train up for the Amons a Lot. #ok time to shut up and sleep

[peridots-pixiwolf]

yknow I play a lot of hard games but usually not "took 73 days to beat" hard

#aka gUESS WHO JUST BEAT RAIN WORLD. AFTER TWO AND A HALF MONTHS #rain world #peridots-nonsense #i got into subterranean like a week ago but have been mostly hanging around by the worm grass shelter for 20 cycles #i went to every region (even if i only spent a couple minutes total in drainage lol). met every echo besides the farm arrays one. #got every passage achievement (every one besides dragon slayer/wanderer in outskirts and industrial within my first few weeks of playing) #and never used a passage anyway. three months!!! rounding up a little! for a game that can be beat in less than 20 cycles. #dh was twelve days (though i'd played through part of it years earlier). stray was seven hours. insc was only a couple days. #i've done two separate ultkill playthroughs so not sure which to count but both were less than a week #hk was actually just over a month. may 24 to june 26th. which is still so much less than this. bftes about a month too #i remember how even just a week into rw i felt like i'd been playing it forever...even just a week in i knew it would be one of Those Games #where i wish i could play it over for the first time again. boy was i right. it almost felt like a second life at times #i loved just running around in certain areas building up stores of food and spears and vulture masks #(what comes to mind are / HI_S02 / CC_S05 / SI_S04 / SB_S07. the first two felt like home!) #(* up in the sixth tag i missed the friend. i was relishing in hubristic bloodlust especially in CC so i didn't have much time for taming) #if the tags here seem particularly incoherent i only falsely apologize. i'm just. reminiscing. i don't think i can do anything else #my heart was pounding as soon as i reached the depths. after 325 cycles. 116 hours. two and a half months. it's over. #maybe a little dramatic but hey it took up an invariable portion of my life for a fifth of a year so. it's just interesting #anyway. a standard ''i took too long on this and now the sun's rising'' goodbye to you tag-wanderer