#I tried to tag this in every way I could think for spoilers so lemme know if I missed some

[vegaseatsass]

GAP the Series ep 11 thoughts (spoilers!!)

I loved this episode so much, my god. I've been super overwhelmed and overextended the past bunch of days, so haven't been able to sit down and type about it yet, or backread the tag, but my love for a lot of what the episode did has only deepened so I guess lemme just try to get a few thoughts out real fast.

So many character choices I thought were so compelling and lovely:

Sam went to Grandma, and she tried to stand up to her; she bravely, earnestly tried. She put everything into holding her ground and appealing to her grandma's reason and her grandma's supposed love for her and what Sam knew with all her heart to be true. And she still failed, and not for any deeply externally compelling reason. Grandma just needed to outlast her, and Grandma knew it. Just needed to let Sam pour her heart and her truth out to her and deem all of it unworthy. Just needed to tell Sam the reason she's against her relationship is because she loves her, and because she worries for her, and society is homophobic, not Grandma, okay? and Sam crumbled. But Sam still fought to protect Mon in that crumbling! She carved out a slice of freedom for Mon even if she couldn't get it for herself.

Mon learned just how fucked up Sam's relationship with her grandmother was, moments before Sam asked her to go back to being her sidepiece. So without hesitation, Mon agreed. No questions asked. I genuinely really loved that! I knew it wasn't going to last and I knew Sam probably needed Mon to say no to push her to break the stalemate with Grandma, but as someone who loved her and understood her, who didn't blame her for the situation she was in, who knew it wasn't her role to demand Sam change the like fabric of her reality and family structure for Mon to love her and want to be with her, it was the right, loving call. Like I love that there was no drama or melancholy about it, and it only started to hurt Mon when Kirk showed up and started getting in her head. For someone who cares so much about societal "good"-ness and reputation, I do think being in an affair would wear Mon down long term, but to me it's sort of the flip side of Sam trying to confront Grandma all on her own, where both of them are facing something insurmountable with only the strength of their love for each other as a weapon, and... it's almost enough. Their love takes them both so far, but not all the way. It's just, idk, both realistic and romantic? If you could survive off love alone, they'd be golden, but reality sucks and they're up against more than they can handle with just the two of them.

Which brings me to my absolute fervent love for Nueng, and every single part of how she was brought in as the ringer. Sam knew she needed help. She didn't want to just let Mon walk away again, but she knew if she put herself back in a room with her grandmother, it would go down the same way. So... she asked for help. (So proud of her😭) Nueng's help did not come easily. She's not just some sassy strong-spined heroine. She's kept her distance all this time for a reason. Sure, she's been counseling her little sister and trying to push her to make decisions that allow for her own happiness, but that doesn't mean she's ready to retraumatize herself by going back into that house. Sam had to bribe her to get her to even consider it, and though we have no explanation for why Nueng was late, I wonder if it wasn't avoidance, a procrastinating dread. You wouldn't know either of these things were true from the confrontation itself. Nueng seemed untouchable. Sam seemed like someone who was having an intervention forced upon her against her will. Nueng was on fire, standing up to Grandma like she was built for it; it hurt to watch Sam, to watch how the very idea of breaking with Grandma tortured her. But actually, Nueng was hurting herself for her little sister's sake by being there; nothing she was doing was easy. And actually, as she sobbed and shook and covered her ears, Sam was accepting the absolutely vital help she herself had sought. She was making a break she wanted to make, but couldn't make on her own, and it hurt so much but it was what she wanted and chose. IDK DID I EXPLAIN THAT IN A WAY THAT MADE SENSE? I just loved the confrontation scene, so fucking much. I loved Sam and Nueng so, so much. I loved Mon, not wanting to be the source of Sam's pain but not wanting to leave her behind either, so fucking much. Just really really good shit.

This post is long enough so to end I'll just rattle off my new ships and call it a day:

Kirk/Grandma: IF YOU LOVE HER SO MUCH WHY DON'T YOU MARRY HER, both ways. I've felt this way for a few weeks but it was extra intense this episode. Leave Sam out of your little wedding fantasies, you weirdo freaks!!!!!! Pick out that jewelry for YOURSELVES!!!!!!!

Nueng/Jim: If Jim has it bad for Sam can you imagine what she felt growing up around her sister? Also she bragged about how rich she is this episode. Go sugar mama an Anuntrakul who is single and ready to love you as boldly and loudly as you love her, Jim! Bang her across every surface in your fancy house like you told Mon to do! Live your bliss and raise a beautiful non-conformist baby together. DO IT DO IT

Nueng/Jim/Nita: I just think they're all v hot and would ship in any combination, but as with Jim, Nita if you have it bad for Sam, have you considered her world-weary older sister who will catch every innuendo you throw her way and shove it back in your face? And like Jim deserves to be in the middle of that sandwich. i m h o

Ep 1, Ep 2, Ep 3, Ep 4, Ep 5, Ep 6, Ep 7, Ep8, Ep9, Ep10

#more to say about the maddening self-serving stupidity of kirk #genuinely think his writing is excellent at this point i want to kill him so bad #and about how every episode gives us another teeyuki scene that's like #ok? what is the backstory??? #side series fucking when #but these were the major notes #lol i could have just typed tl;dr i love nueng. BUT YK!! MY GAY RITUALS. I NEED THEM #gap the series #gap the series spoilers #nueng anuntrakul

[thisusernamewascompromised]

💜 Journal

18 June 2023

Introduction

I really want to start using this account for my pleasure. I mean, it’s already for my pleasure, but I’m always bogged down by worries that my posts are macabre or just overall unsexy. So! To try and break that vibe of “I don’t feel worthy enough for the space I made for myself”, I’ve decided to make this! Every time I have a notable sex experience, I’ll note it here, maybe with a tag, maybe with a reblog. If not to be more comfortable with the idea to express myself, then to hopefully get myself hot and bothered again jandjckslkcns

I guess with that out of the way…

Today’s intrigue! Soundgasm: revisited

So I’d only tried Soundgasm two times at this point, both were from following rabbit holes on Tumblr, haha. They were an odd mixture of hot and laughable. I think I even posted about the first time I’d used the website and was directed to some dude narrating like he was a soccer player? I didn’t mean to yuck anyone’s yum; I was just amazed that soccer could be someone’s yum.

For additional context, I’ve been struggling a lot with gender recently. Well, “recently” is better defined as “an ongoing backburner struggle I also don’t want to bother people with”. Point is supposed to be that masculine affirmation really…gets me, you know? As in, being affirmed as masculine, not necessarily someone masculine affirming me— ok, you know what?

Heart of the matter is despite my self doubt and loathing, I listened to this audio; it’s a transmasc JOI. And it?? Was so fucking good?????? God I’ve been thinking about it all day; what a wonderful fuck it was. It definitely helped that I’d used my toy during (even though it wasn’t part of the instructions, oops). But hhhhhhh ok ok lemme ramble about this

Spoilers ahead I guess?

I’m not really a masochist but there was a part where he told me to slap my cock and MHHNNNNNNNNNNNNJESUS FUCK I’d never felt so pathetic but soooooooo good. I think I straight up started WHIMPERING dear lord

Oh god or when he asked me to pretend like I was fucking someone and then he mocked me for looking so desperate?????????!?? Degradation is usually so bad for me but this just made me so hazy and dizzy and!!!!! I swear if I had a tail it’d be fuckin WAGGING right now

OH GOD OR WHEN HE FUCJED WITH TIME GODDDDGSHSGDHDHSJLSA SO there was like a 10 second countdown but he kept filling it with filler words or rushing the numbers and hhhhhhhhhnnn I couldn’t help but be so obedient and wait so patiently

OH OH IH!! AND!!!!! A really big part of me using the toy was that it’s um…. ///// a toy I basically made myself ….. it’s just a thick Sharpie and makeup brush wrapped together with medical tape and topped off with a new condom per use (thank god I go to a sex-positive college that basically throws condoms at students). I’m really really embarrassed about it because it’s kind of my baby but when I told my friend about it, they (lovingly yet really embarrassingly) pitied me and it UGH IM RAMBLING AGAIN HOKY FUCK The point is that this thing was embarrassingly big the first time for me but this time it slid in like a CHAMP and it wasn’t like it hit certain buttons right, but overall every moment just felt like heaven???? It only burned for the first few minutes this time (just like in the fanfics!! Ugh, it’s downright horrific that that’s where a majority of my sex education comes from), and I used a lot of lube to help it (because I actually got enough lube this time 🥲)!!!!!! I was really dumb and didn’t stock up on condoms and lube before school let out and I’m distraught because that means I can only really use my baby like… two more times and then I’ll be in a dry spell. But it’s like now that I’ve gone in I don’t think I can go back but I’ll have to and uGHHHHHHHHHHH but it’s probably good that I don’t use it a lot because it tends to leave me like…this, hahahaha. Like all still horny about it hours later

I forgot what I was talking about….god I want to listen to that audio again. I want to feel like that again. It was so good. Fuck.

#raccoon•original #raccoon•rants #raccoon•journal

[tonystarkstan]

you know, I’m actually shocked that Marvel’s got the guts to take FATWS in this direction. to explore the ways in which the white Avengers have an easier time being accepted by society as heroes while Sam is left to struggle financially and emotionally, and how he’s even fucking encouraged as “doing the right thing” for giving up the shield as if he’s done the country a service by relieving them of having to look up to a black person as a leader and hero. it is sickeningly reflective of society now and fills me with a very real rage.

#marvel #mcu #tfatws #sam wilson #falcon and winter soldier spoilers #falcon and winter solider series #fatws spoilers #fatws #marvel spoilers #mcu spoilers #I tried to tag this in every way I could think for spoilers so lemme know if I missed some #tfaws spoilers

[diavolosthots]

This got really long so i put it under a cut and I'm totally going backward with this series but i cant help myself. I HAVE to start with my husband. Most of these are my own headcanons but please read the warning.

Warning: some of these are confirmed in lessons/devilgrams. If you dont want spoilers, don't read the ones in red. (Also Note: I remember reading all of these either in the game or on the official wiki page but I could not find all the in-game sources if you asked me to. Still, they are tagged as spoilers.)

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾DIAVOLO Life Headcanons☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Diavolo’s dad, the Demon King (whom I Headcanon to be named Daemon. I could write headcanons on that guy too?? Lemme know what you guys want) loved Diavolo’s mom dearly and Diavolo was thus a product of pure love, not necessarily just to have an heir. That’s just a bonus. 

Sadly Diavolo’s mom died in childbirth, leaving only the Demon King and Barbatos to take care of him. 

This caused the King to begin resenting his son and Daemon grew cold. Barbatos was, more often than not, the one who took care of little Diavolo, although Diavolo tried desperately to win his dad’s affections, never truly understanding why his father would hate him. 

Diavolo was a rambunctious child and caused a lot of trouble, much to his father’s dismay, and he found himself in trouble a lot. 

On top of that, Diavolo is also highly emotional and it wasn’t until much later that he learned that tears won’t get him anywhere. Barbatos used to give him sweets and tea every time he cried, which was a lot thanks to his dad.

Although the butler did stop this at some point, that’s definitely where Diavolo’s love for tea came from

Barbatos is definitely, and has always been, someone he confided in, and he found it hard to view him as nothing but a ‘servant’, per his dad. It’s not even that his father hated Barbatos or thought of him as lesser than, he just didn’t like that Diavolo confided more in him than anyone else. 

Diavolo definitely had a rebellious phase as he grew up. The mixture of his absent-father’s non-existent love and the responsibilities put on his shoulders from a very young age got too much for him at some point and let’s just say…. Diavolo had a lot of ‘oopsies’ in his ‘teenage’ years. 

If you know, you know. They are no longer among the living. R.I.P. 

People used Diavolo a lot because of this, though. The lack of care and love at home caused a young Diavolo to be naive and trust too easily, getting hurt in the process

Which is why Barbatos now has a torture chamber for the enemies of Diavolo (or people who just want/use him for the wrong reasons)

When Diavolo didn’t try to escape the castle for some love, he found comfort in art and unbeknownst to both his father and anyone else working at the castle, Barbatos helped him build a mini art gallery up in one of the towers where Diavolo still goes for some relaxation or just to think. 

A lot of people backstabbed him as he grew up and even he himself backstabbed a lot of people as well. At some point he saw the hurt he caused and decided to never lie again, and now he’s always telling the truth, albeit he can beat around the bush a lot, and knows for certain when someone else is lying to him. 

At some point, his father forbade him to treat Barbatos as more than a trusted servant and that pretty much solidified his dislike, not hatred, for his father. 

As he grew up into the man he is now, he started to see his dad as more of an authoritarian ruler that works for his own political gain rather than the well being of everyone. The Devildom was never in shambles, or anything, but one could feel a clear hierarchy and there was definitely tension with the other two realms 

His father was actually the one is (somewhat, if not fully) started the war against heaven (not to be confused with the celestial war that the brothers were part of)

Now, he never hated his father, truly. To a certain extent, he actually understood why his father was the way he was. He lost his beloved wife for a son he had to grow a new relationship with. Diavolo never thought his father hated him, either, but one could tell that their relationship was filled with grief, heartache, and even a sense of regret. 

Diavolo never blamed his father, though, and as he grew older, he took certain aspects of his father’s character into his own: loyalty, ambition, and honesty. 

That’s why his father stepped down, but not fully since Diavolo hasn’t been crowned yet. The Demon King is tired; tired of pushing through the days, and Diavolo understands. 

The situation with his parents is also the reason why Diavolo refuses to settle down so easily. He’s scared of both A.) trusting the wrong people again, like he had many times before, and B.) of having the same fate as his father and mother. 

That and Barbatos is highly protective of him lol Good luck getting past the butler if you want to be with the future King. 

One of the main reasons Diavolo keeps up the naive and himbo attitude is also because he never got to be a kid. His father pushed him straight into royal life once he was old enough to comprehend things. 

This does not mean, though, that Diavolo is actually a himbo. He’s quite intelligent and there’s a reason for everything he does. 

Diavolo doesn’t believe in coincidences and is a firm believer in fate; that everything happens as it should and for a reason (A/N: homie is a determinist and that lowkey makes me happy lol)

That’s why he’s perfectly fine taking his time and doing his thing. He likes to have a certain sense of control, of course, but not to the extent that Lucifer does. He’s cool going with the flow as well. 

Speaking of Lucifer, the reason he views him as a best friend and even family is because Diavolo believes he can relate to the absence of a father that’s supposed to be there no matter what

That and because Lucifer is brutally honest. He doesn’t take Diavolo for granted and he certainly doesn’t want Diavolo around for the riches and fame. Diavolo appreciates that a lot. 

Diavolo gets along with pretty much everyone; he’s very adaptable because he has to be. However, that doesn’t necessarily make him an extrovert. As a matter of fact, he’s actually more of an introvert and likes to keep to himself or with a limited group of close friends

Speaking of friends, Diavolo doesn’t have a lot, if any, outside of the brothers and Barbatos. It’s hard to know who to trust when so many people just want to use him or rob him, even strip him of his title. 

Diavolo is very lonely, as a matter of fact, and he hopes, prays even, that he could find a bond with someone, anyone, like Lucifer shares with his brothers. In a sense, he may even be jealous of the seven. 

Although his life was less than peachy, even if he did have everything anyone could ever wish for, Diavolo craves true emotional connections, which is why he clings to Barbatos and Lucifer. 

This, however, doesn’t mean he is helpless. He’s very much an independent, intelligent, and ambitious man, and he is excited for the future, whatever it may hold. 

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #cheys headcanons #obey me lord diavolo #shall we date diavolo #om! diavolo #obey me diavolo #diavolo obey me #obey me diavolo x reader

[scripts4dreamers]

I literally JUST sat down, pt. 1

Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven

AN: Nuh uh, nope. Not this again. You did not sign up for this.  Characters: Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia, Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi. Pairings: Spencer Reid x reader Spoilers: None Warnings: Mentions of crime and violence, alcohol, eventual NSFW content

Prompt: After watching 7x07 “This episode is so scary man... Imagine just doing your job which is pretty morbid at times but oh well and then suddenly you have to go to this place where there's a lot of tornadoes and you're like well at least I'm inside and safe and then your boss is like "we gotta go right to these tornado places lol" and then you think "well that's scary but at least we have this handy dandy live map showing us exactly in real time where the tornadoes are so we'll be fine and then the internet is like "haha nope have fun dying in a tornado" 

- @pirateismywayofspeaking​ who is a literal genius.

This will be a multichapter piece! So lemme know if you want to be tagged in subsequent chapters. 

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Usually, when terrible things happen, people say the same few things: “I never thought it would happen to me! You never think something like this will happen to you until it does!”. You’d never really been that type of person. You were naturally cautious, and an ex FBI agent, you saw danger pretty much everywhere. You’d seen some of the worst things human beings could ever do to one another and, if you’d learned anything at all, it was that bad things happened everywhere and to pretty much everyone. There was nowhere that you could definitively say was safe from violent crime, but this was just ridiculous.

You looked around the ruined bookshop you’d poured the last year of your life into with a kind of detached sadness. Even before you opened the door, you could see the carnage. The shelves were upended, tables flipped, every vase in the building was smashed...except one. You sighed, stepping into the store, your eyes scanning the wreck with a practiced efficiency. No broken windows, the door was still locked when you’d arrived and your security cameras were blacked out, there were no signs of forced entry. If anything that made you more uneasy and, not for the first time since you’d left the bureau, you missed the weight of your gun against your hip. You crinkled your nose against the smell, the copper-iron of fresh blood that you were all too familiar with as you crept through your store.

“Son of a-fuck!” You swore loudly, cursing your luck as you took in the scene.

There was a body laid out in the middle of the Fiction aisle: face covered with a burlap sack, wrists and ankles bound with rope and blood seeping into the carpets you’d just had cleaned. Your training kicked in and you noticed, without meaning to, that the rest of the aisle was untouched. The shelves were upright, books in order, even the vase of white roses you’d put there the night before were all completely the way you’d left them. It was like he’d just completely bypassed the entire section.

Huh.

You looked up at the sky, “Really? Right now? You throw this at me, now? Unbelievable.”

There was a sinking feeling in the pit of your chest, along with a nervousness that you were telling yourself was irritation as you pulled out your phone. It had been a long while since you’d done this, but you still knew the number by heart.

“This is agent Jareau with the Behavioural Analysis Unit.”

“JJ, it’s me,” you said, “you’re not gonna believe this.”

——————————

You sat in the ruins of your store until the cops arrived, wondering who exactly you had murdered in a past life to end up with this kind of luck. You gave your statement without much incident, directing CSU to the body and alerting the detective to the abnormalities you’d spotted.

JJ had promised to get the team on the case as quickly as she could, and you knew JJ tended to get exactly what she wanted in that regard, you just didn’t know how you felt about that. It had been over a year since you’d left the BAU, since you’d done one case too many and just got fed all the way up. It really wasn’t any deeper than that. One day you’d come home and found that you couldn’t sleep. It had all just become too much, so you packed up your stuff, tendered your resignation, and started over.

It had been hard at first, but now you owned a fairly successful bookstore with a little coffee shop where you sold good coffee, and homemade biscuits. And it was nice. You felt good, kinda. You definitely slept better at night. Your life was finally starting to feel normal and now this? A dead body just happens to appear in the center of your bookstore in just weird enough a way to warrant a call to the BAU? No, you’d seen too much to consider this a coincidence. Whether you liked it or not, you were about to get thrown back into your old life head first, the life you’d worked so hard to get some distance from. So why weren’t you more...upset?

“Y/L/N?” A familiar voice called.

“In here,” you answered, your voice raspy from disuse. You cleared your throat and pushed yourself up onto your feet, “I’m in here.” You tried again.

The figures who stepped in were painfully familiar and you couldn’t help the tired smile that slid onto your face, your eyes going directly to the blonde woman walking at the very front.

“Y/N!” She greeted, her voice dripping with relief as she pulled you into a hug, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, JJ,” you assured her as you broke apart, the rest of your old team filing in behind her.

She eyed you like she wasn’t sure, pressing her lips into a thin line as she looked around the trashed store. Derek Morgan swooped in behind her, giving you a second hug.

“Long time, Y/L/N,” he smiled.

You sighed, “Wish it was under better circumstances, Morgs, but I’m glad you guys are here.”

“Y/L/N,” Aaron Hotchner greeted, giving you a firm handshake.

“Thanks for coming, Hotch, I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do.” You admitted.

“No, you made the right call. The BAU has officially taken on the case. Reid, Prentiss and Rossi are coordinating with the local PD from our headquarters, the rest of us are here to help,” he said, pausing and meeting your eye, silently asking the question you’d been waiting all morning for.

“No sign of forced entry,” you started, “the front door was still locked from the outside when I arrived.” You walked him through the crime scene, glass crunching beneath your feet as you went, “It looks like someone sprayed black paint over the security cameras I had installed, everything’s been smashed but there’s no cash missing from the register. In fact, they barely touched the front desk at all.” You explained, “And this,” you gestured at the Fiction aisle, “is where I found the body.”

Morgan stepped forward and, just like that, the team moved like a well oiled machine.

“White male, looks like he’s between the ages of 19 and 27.” Morgan started.

“His wrists and ankles are bound, but it doesn’t look like he struggled against his restraints at all,” you cut in, without meaning to, crouching down beside the body, “it could mean he was tied up postmortem.”

“We’ll have to wait on the M.E’s report to know for sure,” Hotch agreed, “Y/L/N, can I talk to you?” You nodded and let him pull you aside. He glanced over your shoulder and lowered his voice, “I know you’re out and we can do this investigation without you-“

“But?” You probed.

The corners of Hotch’s mouth twitched, like he wanted to smile, “But, I would also welcome your help if you’re willing to give it. The team is still a man down and, something about this scene has me thinking-“

“That whoever did this isn’t finished,” you agreed, sighing as you ran your fingers through your hair.

Everything was so messed up in your head. You just wanted to go back to bed and start this day all over again. Hotch looked at you and you recognized his brand of quiet concern. It was familiar and comforting, and it helped you process your thoughts.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” you frowned, “yeah. Yeah, sure, I’ll come back.” Hotch smiled and you wagged a finger at him, “But just for this one case! After that I’m straight back to my boring normal person life, alright?”

“Of course,” he agreed, something almost mocking in his tone.

“I’m serious, Hotch, just one more case.”

“I’m agreeing with you!” He insisted, already walking back to the rest of the group.

But he wasn’t and, much to your chagrin, you felt the familiar rush of adrenaline as you turned back to the scene of the crime.

“Hotch, Y/L/N,” Morgan called, holding something in his gloved hand, “you’re gonna want to see this.”

“Here we go again,” you sighed.

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Walking back into the BAU had felt like stepping back in time. After you’d gotten everything you could from the crime scene there was nothing to do but brainstorm, but walking through those doors again...well, let’s say you hadn’t been prepared for how it would feel being back. For the most part, everyone had been glad to see you, especially Garcia, but you could tell that there were still some resentments bubbling under the surface. It made sense, the BAU survived by relying on one another, by acting like a family, and you’d left that family.

Still, there was a rhythm to this kind of work, a flow that was almost painfully easy to fall back into. You’d worked together for years after all, bouncing ideas off of one another like it was nothing and that kind of bond didn’t just go away.

“Admit it,” Derek teased, bumping your shoulder with his as you studied the evidence board, “you missed this.”

“I most certainly did not.”

“Oh you so did,” Spencer agreed, leaning against the table next to you and giving you a fond smile, “I’m sorry about the bookstore though, it was the only store in town with a proper selection of classics in their original languages.”

You shrugged, “I’ll get it up and running again soon enough, just as soon as we catch whoever did this.”

“Speaking of our UnSub, what do you think the relevance of him leaving the body in the fiction section is?” Spencer asked.

“Maybe he’s trying to say that this is some kind of fairytale?” Prentiss suggested, “Like he’s trying to draw us into his story?”

“Maybe, but this has gotta be more personal than that, right?” Morgan said, “I mean, this isn’t some body in an alley, it was dumped in an FBI agent’s coffee shop.”

“Ex agent,” you corrected.

“Sure thing, Princess,” Morgan teased.

“Why does everyone keep talking like that?” You asked.

“Because you leaving is ridiculous. You love this job,” He replied simply, “you’ve always loved this job.”

You opened your mouth to respond but, before you could, you heard the clacking of heels against the marble floor.

“Um, guys?” Garcia said, coming into the bullpen with a stormy look on her face, “we just got word from the officer who went to Y/N’s apartment.”

“And?” You asked nervously.

“They found something,”

“Another body?” Prentiss asked.

“No, weirder, a letter and what looks like a smiley face drawn on the wall in blood.” She said, pressing a button to display the new crime scene photos on the big screen.

Your heart froze in your chest.

There it was; a crude smiley face drawn right above your headboard and a crisp white envelope resting against your pillow. He’d made your bed too, some small part of your mind noted. How polite. Instinctively, you crossed your arms over your chest as you were hit with a mixture of panic and disgust.

“Of course,” you sighed, “of course there is. Why wouldn’t there be? It’s been that kind of day.”

“Do we know what the letter says?” Morgan asked.

Garcia nodded, “And it’s a doozy. The letter contains a poem written with letters cut out from magazines and newspapers. It reads:

Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part.

Nay, I have done, you get no more of me;

And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart,

That thus so cleanly I myself can free.

Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows,

And when we meet at any time again,

Be it not seen in either of our brows

That we one jot of former love retain …”

You could feel your friends staring and you tried to keep your face as neutral as possible. Your skin felt like it was on fire, and you could hear the blood pounding in your ears as you thought of a murderer setting foot in your space; him touching your bed, running his hands over the photos on your nightstand, defiling your possessions with his presence. You’d never felt so vulnerable and exposed, and bile rose up in your stomach like your body was physically rejecting the whole thing. Distantly you heard Prentiss and Morgan discussing theories, and you felt one pair of warm brown eyes staring into the side of your head.

Suddenly, you didn’t feel like joking around anymore.

“Sorry,” you muttered, standing up and striding out of the room without looking back, “I need some air.”

You were so angry by the time you made it out into the courtyard that you’d balled your hands into fists and your breath was coming out in short little bursts. Hot tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and your chest felt painfully tight.

“Y/N?” You heard Spencer ask.

You sniffed, wiping your face quickly, “Reid, hi. Sorry, I just-“ you let out a slow breath, “I needed a break.”

He nodded like he understood, tucking his hands into his pockets as he stepped towards you. You wanted to tell him to go away, to head back inside and leave you the hell alone, but the words wouldn’t come.

It had always been like this with Spencer. No matter how hard you tried to be tough and brave and put together, he saw right through you and broke down your defenses. At one point, he’d been the closest thing to family you’d ever had, in fact you thought you might…..

Well, it didn’t matter now. Over the last year things had changed, you’d grown apart. It happened, but the fondness was still there, and the trust, and those damn eyes.

“I get it, Y/N, I can't even imagine what this whole thing must be like for you,” he said, “having your home be violated like that….and the store?” He shook his head, “I know how hard you worked setting that place up.”

Your bottom lip trembled and, for the first time that day, you let yourself feel afraid as tears slipped down your cheeks.

You shook your head, “You know, when I saw the glass all over the floor, and all the books….I just felt tired, like bone tired. I wasn’t scared of that, but now?” You paused, glancing up at Spencer, as a tear slid down your cheek, “He was in my home, Spencer. He made my bed before he left, he wrote me a letter.”

Spencer worked his jaw and hesitantly reached out, touching your shoulder gently.

“We’ll catch him, Y/N/N, we always do.” He promised.

“And until then?” You asked, “Do I just pretend it never happened? Go home and act like it’s all okay?”

“No,” another voice cut in from behind you, “you rely on us. We’ll take care of you,” Morgan explained.

“Yeah,” Garcia agreed, her big blue eyes clinging to yours, “We’ve talked about it already. You’ll take turns staying with each of us a few nights a week and then, on the weekends, we’ll all stay with Rossi to go over the case. And we’ll spend every free moment tracking this son of a bitch down for you.”

Emily nodded and, for the first time since you had opened your store that morning, you felt your chest swell with something a little like hope. You knew the BAU was special, you knew that the bonds you’d formed over the years were damn near unbreakable, but this? This was too much. Seeing your friends rally around you when you needed them most just reminded you how much you loved them, and how much they still loved you. Even now. Spencer gave your shoulder a squeeze and you smiled back at him.

“I really missed you guys,” you said with a watery laugh.

Penelope crooned and threw her arms around your neck, pulling you into a familiarly bone-crushing hug.

“We missed you too, Sugar Plum,” she promised.

“Really?”

“Hell yeah!” Morgan smiled, joining Penelope’s hug.

“You know we did,” Emily agreed, ruffling your hair and pulling herself in close.

Your eyes found Spencer where he was standing just outside of the group hug, both hands in his pockets and a sad smile on his face. You pressed your lips together and, in response, he nodded.

“We missed you,” he said softly and then, as the hug broke up and you allude your way back inside, even softer, “we still do.”

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Another Life, Another Adventure

Pairing: Lee Scoresby x reader

Warnings: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2!!!! Language, angst, violence, too many flashbacks, suggestive material, fluff (shockingly) hurt/sad shit, and buckle your seatbelts because this shit is a rollercoaster that just goes DOWN!

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There was no point in arguing, not with the magisterium on their tail, not with Lee’s injured foot, and not with Lyra in need of safety. Jopari even tried countering, insisting that there had to be another way. Y/N couldn’t say that she disagreed. After all the blinding chaos they’ve escaped, there had to be another way around this. 

“I’ve made my choice,” Lee huffed, giving a stern look at Jopari. “You’re it. Now find the bearer.”

Y/N and the shaman shared a look. They both knew of the promise he made with Lee, and they both knew how important it was for Lyra to be protected. 

“You’re a good man.”

“Just remember your promise. I love that little girl like a daughter.” Lee fumbled with his shotgun, loading the bullets and talking fast. 

“I remember. You have my word. I’ll make sure she’s protected by the knife.” 

“That’s all I need to know…” He stuck his hand out and firmly shook Jopari’s hand, both nodding, both knowing of the rough journey ahead. As the shaman stood up, he hesitated and it caused Lee to look up at him before looking at her with a raised brow. 

Y/N took a deep inhale before nodding for him to go along. 

“Y/N-”

“You’re out of your mind if you think-”

“Y/N, go!” He gripped her arm and it only made her push back. 

“No, no! You listen to me!” Soft hands held his face in a firm grip. Y/N was close and made sure to hold eye contact. “You forget what I said at the start of this? We’re a package, which means I go where you go. I didn’t leave my home in Texas just to get all the way here and leave you, Lee!”

The day he approached her with the proposition of going back to find Iroek was still fresh in her mind. Y/N had seen the aeronaut be ambitious before, but the determination in his eyes was unstoppable that day. Since then they were up in that balloon for weeks, months with each other. 

“You want me to come along?”

“I could use the company.”

“And what will people say when they see you with a leash on a so-called ‘townswhore,’ hmm?”

“Darling, since when have I ever cared what others think? I ain’t a Prince Charming myself.”

Though neither of them could predict that that small journey would lead to something much bigger and more complicated than expected, they still didn’t leave each other’s side. Not when Iroek refused to talk, not when Lord Faa made snarky comments on how helpful someone with Y/N’s type of occupation could actually be, and not when they were separated from Lyra. 

Lee squeezed her wrist and bowed his head. Y/N took that as he had given up arguing, and she turned to look at Jopari staring in discomfort. Hester and Owen hunched over each other, having their own way to keep each other safe. They all probably made quite the scene. 

“Don’t worry about us. Just...go protect Lyra, please?” Y/N waved him away with a nod, and soon Jopari was out of sight, leaving them with a soft goodbye.

How they caught up so quickly, they’ll never figure out, but bullets kept flying back and forth. Only minutes later Lee turned back to Y/N, holding up his pistol and sighing, “I’m out.”

“Let’s move, then, c’mon.” She held out her hand and pulled him up, watching Lee set down his hat and leave behind yet another meaningful piece to him. 

Guards were still yelling, voices getting only closer. They trudged through the forest, Hester and Owen leading the way. However it was only a matter of time before Lee couldn’t bear to walk on his damaged bone any longer. Y/N felt her entire body shaking, loading up her gun with her last round of ammo before listening to what Lee was saying. 

“Remember the games we used to play when we were little?” He glanced at Hester as he shifted.

“The Alamo.”

Feeling her stare on him, Lee turned to Y/N, chuckling, “The Alamo. Taking turns being Danes in French.”

“They’re still coming,” Owen stepped down from his perched stance on the rock, burrowing into Y/N’s side. 

“How many bullets do we have left?” He was breathing harder, and it did nothing to help Y/N’s nerves. It was like a clock ticking in her head. It was a gut feeling, this was all so much different then when they would get into a natural bar fight, or even when she had to watch Lee get abused from the magisterium and Coulter. When she looked at Owen, she knew he felt it, too.

“About thirty,” Hester drew her ears back in fear, while Lee only nodded determinedly. His eyes met Y/N’s and she cleared her throat.

“I got one round left,” She whispered. Lee reached down and squeezed her hand before sighing.

“Well, let’s make every single last one count then,” With that he cocked his gun and turned to shoot, Y/N doing the same.

On each side of the stump they took their stance, like a routine, both shooting at their respective sides. Hester helped by calling out where to aim, and Owen did his best to do the same. 

“I’m running out!” Y/N hated to admit it, but when she ran out that only meant for one shooter, and who knows how good that could go.

“Me too,” Lee kept firing.

“Don’t think about that!” Owen chirped.

“What should we think about?” She almost missed one, her hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

“Think about anything. Think about bacon. Just keep shooting!” Hester spoke before returning to yell where to shoot at next. 

“And who are you?”

“Y/N L/N, we’re sort of a package. I go where he goes.”

“And what, exactly, do you bring to the table Miss L/N?”

“I might not be able to fly, but I’m a pretty good shot.”

Y/N was overwhelmed, between the gunfire and the yelling and her heart beating fast and the dangerous thoughts in her head, she wasn’t going fast enough. Even with her limited count, she was going slower than Lee. One guard was on the top, and just as she was about to shoot, he fired to her left. 

“Y/N, go high!” Owen called, yet it was a little late.

The sharp clip shot right next to her, and with Lee doubling over only meant one thing. 

“Lee!” Y/N yelled all while shooting at the man behind the boulder. She crouched behind the stump and felt her eyes grow. 

“It’s nothing big! A bullet clipped your scalp, but no great damage!” Hester urged, voice shaky. He held onto the top of his head as blood ran down the side. There was no sugar coating how bad this was getting. Y/N only had one bullet left, using it to shoot the guy who was only coming closer. 

“Did you count how many fell?” He was taking his time, why was he taking his time? Tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes as she listened to shots fire all around her, watching Owen tremble at each round. 

“This is my fault isn’t it?” Hester whined. 

“How’d ya figure?” 

“I’ve always stopped you both before.” 

“You always pushed us,” Lee locked the gun and looked at his daemon with concern. It made Owen flap his wings in a protective manner, even though he stopped being able to fly straight a while ago. 

“Only when there’s an adventure on the way-”

“Hester,” Lee huffed softly. “There were always adventures.”

Y/N bit down on her lip as she agreed; there always was an adventure. 

“You know, if you were going to start trouble, you could’ve at least finished it!”

“Well who said I haven’t yet? You know I love a good chase, doll.”

It was like a film before her eyes; from the moment the two first met there was always a thrill, whether it be them on the run or her own feelings for the aeronaut. Her mother once told her that Y/N would find a good husband in a local bookkeeper, that way she would live a simple life, stay far from any danger. It was almost laughable how much danger she had been put through since meeting Lee. 

“I totally understand now,” Y/N shook her head in admiration. “Living this life up in the stars...it’s beautiful.”

“You’d think it would grow old, but it’s a different picture every night.”

She looked back at Lee, smirking. “I’d love to see it.”

“So stay.”

From her first steps into the balloon, Y/N found it comforting. The small home Lee had made for himself up in the sky had quickly grown on her, just like the man himself. 

“You’ll find a change of mind sooner or later.”

“What little faith you have of me. And how dare you try to insinuate how I should feel-”

“I’m not insinuating anything, I’m just...I’ve got jobs, I’ve got places to go and I can’t settle just yet.”

“Then I’ll follow you.”

“Now why would you want to do that?”

“If you want me to leave so badly, then say so. But I finally found a life that excites me and I don’t plan on giving that up.”

And even after the years of knowing one another, and the months of traveling together, those feelings were never labeled. Although two beds turned to one, and outsiders' judgment was unique, neither Lee or Y/N dared fixed it. Lyra even asked about the travelers status, and while being one rambunctious and curious girl, she luckily got distracted easily as Y/N pushed the subject away.

The two have been through hell and back, each seeing the other at their weakest while never being one to judge. They both had too many faults, there was no judgement to be made to the other. Maybe that’s what made them so similar. Maybe that’s why they were so drawn to each other.

Her dangerous acts she was thinking of were as equally dangerous as losing focus, as she felt a sudden pain strike her right below her collarbone. Owen cried out and they both fell to the ground. It took her a moment to recover from the shock, but she eventually reached down to feel the damage, a knowing liquid already flooding out slowly.

“Lee…”

The aeronaut swallowed at her broken voice, watching the blood escape from her wound. The distraction only caused him to lose aim, and he lost his balance as a bullet hit his shoulder. He fell onto his back, letting out pants and huffs. 

“C’mon, tough guy, too old for a fight?”

“Let me catch my breath, will ya?”

“You can tap out. I won’t hold it against you.”

“Maybe, I was just thinking of other activities,” He towered over her as his eyes grew dark. Y/N swallowed before chuckling.

“Like what?”

Lee pushed a strand of hair behind her ear before leaning down and taking the lobe into his mouth. She rested her hands on his chest as her head fell onto his shoulder. As his lips dragged up the shell of her ear, his hands took her own and slowly brought them down to his belt. Just as Y/N was about to unbuckle the fabric, her arm was twisted behind her. Her chest fell down onto the railing before her and she winced. 

“Word of advice: never get distracted when it comes to your life.”

Call it the wrong time and place, but as Y/N stared into his brown eyes, she found herself reminiscing. She was always bad at holding eye contact, it made her feel so small. Yet, every time she looked into these orbs she felt safe, she felt warm. She wished she looked into his eyes more....

But the look he was giving her now...it was endearing.

It was almost like he was doing the same as her, taking it all in one last time.

“Lee,” Hester gasped out. “The clout pine. Maybe you could call her to this world.”

Of course, Serafina said that she would help, that she would be here. As Lee struggled with removing it from his pocket, Y/N let out a whimper as the pain moved to her shoulder. The aeronaut glanced at the noise and frowned.

“Serafina Pekkala, I beg you,” A bullet rang from behind them as Lee raised his hand to the sky. “Come help us.”

Owen moved into her chest and Y/N wrapped him up into her arms as she found his soft feathers comforting. 

“Think that’s enough?”

“Let’s hope it is…” Y/N coughed. She tried moving into a seated position, but only managed to scoot up a couple inches. Lee stared at her carefully, wanting to reach out and help her, do anything he could to stop the bleeding, to make her comfortable, make her feel safe. But he wasn’t doing so good himself, having three bullets already break his flesh. He scooted back and took hold of his gun. Just as he was raising it up, another fire went off, Lee falling back again, this time with a bullet into his chest.

Y/N had seen lots of things in her life; she was fortunate enough to travel the world, she’d seen great sights she could’ve never dreamed of seeing before. She watched her mother slowly become sicker and sicker, saw her friends be dragged away from her, watched someone she cared for greatly fall right out of her arms to the ground below. 

Despite all the crazy, disastrous things she’d seen before, nothing could compare to this. Nothing could compare to her seeing her lover in agony, so helpless. He lost all the light in his eyes, his brow was furrowed, and for once in his life his guard was down.

“Lee, it’s okay.” But he kept resisting, he kept denying that there was no more fight left in him.

“I have to do it for Lyra-”

“Jopari made his promise, Lee,” Y/N reached out her hand, lowering his gun. “We did what we could.”

He shook his head, releasing a shaky breath and taking her hand in his. 

Whether he liked it or not, they reached the point of no return. 

“Y’know ever since I met you I’ve lived on the edge?” Y/N let out a wet chuckle. 

“Is it really necessary?”

“Can’t run around these parts without learning how to shoot, kid.”

“Well, that could only mean that there’s danger ahead.”

“What? You scared of a little danger? Where’s the fun in that?”

“It’s...it’s not bad, I actually grew to love it. All those times we shared together, all those times I had to save your ass, all the times you saved mine.”

“You’re gonna end up dead one day if you keep runnin’ around so recklessly, dumbass.”

“Ah, that’s why I keep you around, ain’t it?”

“What I said before,” She winced as she leaned closer to him. “About leaving my home in Texas. Turns out i never left my home...I found it.”

“I was worried about you.”

“I was just out for a walk, Lee, nothing to worry about. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.”

“No, Y/N, not around here. Just...if I lose you, I’ll never forgive myself, alright? Like you said, we’re a package now.”

“You changed me for the better...look at all the shit we did, you let me touch the sky, Lee,” A tear ran down her cheek. She could see Hester moving closer to Owen out of the corner of her eye.

“How hard could being an aeronaut be, anyways?”

“Ha, it’s cute that you think it’s an easy job.”

“All I ever see ya do is fiddle with knobs.”

“Those knobs get us safely to land. Would you rather we just keep floating all day and night?”

“I wouldn’t mind it...it’s lovely up here.”

“How far we flew…” Lee cupped her face, his own eyes growing wet. There were so many emotions running through his mind that he couldn’t put into words, and that scared him. He could literally feel his last breaths coming and he wouldn’t be able to tell Y/N how he felt.

“Why don’t you care?”

“Why should I? Does it look like I have such a high reputation? Y/N, I would never leave you. And screw what anyone else thinks.”

“I’ve...never had anyone push it away like it doesn’t matter before?”

“People could think we were swingers for all I care. Not going to change what I think about you, darling.”

“Exactly, look at us,” Her hands stopped shaking, gripping his wrists with one hand. “Lee, I wouldn’t replace this for the world, good and bad.”

“S’not enough though, is it? Love? Doesn’t mean you won’t hurt her? Doesn’t mean she’s safe with you, it doesn’t work that way.”

“What could you possibly know about love, Mr. Scoresby? You don’t have children, no wife, just a narrow-minded whore, yearning for an escape.” Ms. Coulter crept towards him like a predator. All Y/N could do was helplessly watch from the corner of the room. 

“You’re wrong...because I love Lyra.”

Lee mustered all the strength he could to move forward to capture her lips. 

They both put everything they could into that one kiss, their final kiss. 

“I’ve never felt so safe before…”

“Well, I’m glad I make you feel safe, sweetheart.”

“Do you...does this change anything for us? What does this mean, exactly?”

“...It doesn’t have to change anything, really.” Lee wrapped his arms around her naked body and kissed her forehead. Y/N wasn’t ready for things to change then.

Lee pushed and pushed, hoping whatever God was out there that he was able to mold his feelings into Y/N. She deserved to know, she deserved to be loved. She was loved. He felt her pressing her lips harder, and warm air traveled into his mouth, making him pull back gasping.

“Don’t do that, don’t you go before I do!” He sobbed, reaching out for her one last time and instead feeling his demon nuzzle into his free hand. 

“I love you…” She whispered, giving him a small smile as she pulled Owen closer to her body. 

“We did good,” Owen interrupted before closing his eyes.

“We’re a-helping Lyra…” Hester whimpered, looking at Lee for a response, a confirmation, anything. Instead all she saw were tears coming out of his eyes, blood seeping from his head and taking a deep breath.

His mouth wouldn’t move, it felt like his lungs were shattering. His body was shrinking and everything inside him felt tighter. His final cue was here, yet nothing was escaping. His brain was vibrating, ironically. His entire being was going into panic mode and the last final seconds were starting to count down. His mind was screaming at him to say the words, say something to her, something meaningful. Something that would make her know that she wasn’t just traveling with a known theft, that he wanted her to come along for a reason. That he wanted to build a home with her, build a family with her. Wanted to take her into his arms and kiss her until she knew that everyone who crossed their path was wrong about them. They weren’t just a thieving aeronaut and a townswhore, but two people in love.

His eyes started to droop shut, and when he opened them again, Owen was gone, just flurries of white particles floating before him.

Lee stared into lifeless orbs in front of him, feeling Hester’s cold body drift away from his own. 

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Lyra?”

“You travel with Mr. Scoresby?”

“I do, yes.”

“What’s he like?”

“He’s...typical, really. At least for me. But he knows what he’s doing. He’s full of determination, though he might come off as a self-righteous smartass when you first meet him. But he’s a good man. So devoted, and surprisingly, he’s pretty funny. But don’t tell him I said that! Lee takes risks, and is so....he’s open. He may not let it show often, but he really does care for you. Just like he cares about what happens to these missing children, and what happens after this. In the mornings, he sings these songs, and I know he does it to annoy me. But it’s actually...it’s nice waking up like that. He keeps me on my toes when I’m down, or stressed. He’s strong, and I’ve never met anyone like him before. You know, he actually took me out of my shell? Because he could see right through me, and knew that I had this desire to get out of Texas and have...a story to tell, you know? One worth the time. I’ll never understand it, but Lee can read me better than anyone I know…”

“Do you love Mr.Scoresby?”

“Love..love is a strong word, Lyra.”

“He loves you. I can tell.”

Y/N looked to see the aeronaut talking to Hester, small smile on his face, eyes wide as he spoke. He matched her stare eventually, and waved a hand. She chuckled and waved back.

“No, no it’s not like that, Lyra. He doesn’t love me…”

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Let’s Review || Chapter 22

Peter Parker knew that his big sister would do anything for him to be safe and happy. She’d given up everything for him twice over already and would do it again in a heartbeat. And that’s why, when the criminal mastermind Tony Stark started inextricably following him around, he didn’t say a word. Because he knew without a doubt Penny would do whatever she had to if it meant keeping Peter safe. He had to protect her, just like she always protected him. He never considered what would happen if Stark decided both Parker siblings were worth taking. Never considered who else in Stark’s inner circle would agree. He just wanted to protect her and yet somehow, they both ended up with needles in their necks.

relationship: Steve Rogers/Original Female Character/Bucky Barnes, background Peter Parker/Tony Stark rating: Explicit warnings: Dark Steve Rogers, Dark Bucky Barnes, Dark Tony Stark, Dark Avengers, kidnapping, non-consensual&dark sexual situations, underage Peter Parker, emotional and psychological abuse, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat  additional warnings: open the read more, CTRL + F and search “content warnings” to skip to the additional "spoiler-y" tags for trigger warnings

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Their parents had died a few months after her thirteenth birthday and Penny essentially blacked out for the next 8 months. She didn’t remember anything from that school year, although she’d evidently scraped by in all of her classes—actually, Penny was still convinced that little Peter, who was already showing signs of being a tiny genius, had done at least half of her homework. She didn’t remember Hanukkah that year, or the first Christmas she’d ever celebrated with Aunt May and Uncle Ben. She had zero friends coming out of that year, having accidentally pushed everyone away in fits of rage or sadness that she couldn’t even remember. The pain cut just as deep every time she remembered showing up to school the first day of her freshman year only to receive the cold shoulder from half her grade.

That was actually one of the first memories she’d retained after coming out of 7 months and 3 weeks of complete emptiness, how none of her best friends wanted anything to do with her. Everything had been confusing, somehow devastating all over again but… it was less. Her parents were gone and it hurt so much but it was nothing compared to the agony that had beset her form seconds after being informed her mom and dad were dead. When Penny racked her brain she could almost remember Aunt May crouched in front of her while she sat on the couch at home, holding her hands.

Somewhere in her brain, Penny had known that plane crashes were possible. Like, as a concept she understood the idea. The plane that was flying through the air stops doing that, and all the people inside the plane die. But it couldn’t possibly happen to her parents—they were her parents, they were infallible. Plane crashes happened, yeah, but her parents couldn’t be gone. Aunt May had told her several years later that she and Ben had been petrified she would try to kill herself, especially when the state tried to take the young girl away from the Parker’s.

They’d never had the money for therapy and Penny figured she’d never regain the memories from those months but honestly, she didn’t want them. The gaps were reprieves, the missing conversations, the absence of any and all detail. Wasn’t she sad to not remember her eighth-grade graduation? Fuck no, it was a blessing to forget how she’d felt like everyone in existence had their eyes on her—except for the ones she wanted.

There were times she absently wondered how disappointed her parents would be that she didn’t finish college, let alone get an actual high school degree. Her dad had been so smart, a genius in his own right. And her mom… Penny tried not to think of her mom often, not when it hurt so deeply. Mary Parker had been a gentle soul with an IQ of 150 who made Penny feel safe and loved and understood every day of her life. Her mother would’ve been understanding, she would’ve seen the necessity in her dropping out but it would’ve hurt that gentle soul to know the opportunities her baby had missed.

It hurt Penny in a special way that neither of Mary and Richard Parker’s children would be graduating from high school. Neither would attend university. They wouldn’t go on to press the limits of their parent’s knowledge or make an impact on the world. Somehow despite everything she’d sacrificed, Peter would never get the opportunity that he deserved. Her genius baby brother, his potential capped before he had a chance to try. God, it was an agonizing burn in her chest, a searing pain that made her nauseous and light-headed.

Her heart was pounding so hard she wondered if her ribs would crack. The cabin was lovely. Dark wood and an A-frame, a nice deck in the back and lots of windows. It was surrounded by trees, with dark needles or thin pale trunks, the purple mountains of the Rockies a lovely backdrop. It was colder than she’d expect for summer, especially considering the overcast sky and the breeze. The clouds moved so fast at such a high altitude and Penny watched trembling as a shadow passed over the house, chasing the light away before the sun followed its path ravenously once more.

Steve and Bucky were unloading suitcases from the back of the SUV, passing each other calculating looks as Penny stood practically frozen in place. Her shoulders were hunched almost to her ears, arms wrapped gently but tightly around the white kitten in her arms. It was purring quietly, the same way it had been for hours now. The little thing had cried the first few hours after they’d left the tower and subsequently the chubby cheeked orange kitten behind, only settling when Penny laid down across the middle seat in the SUV and let it burrow into the crook of her neck.

If Penny turned around she would’ve recognized the mournful looks on their faces, the pain in the lines of their eyes. The soldiers knew the hurt she felt, to be separated from their most important person—they understood that Peter was the most important person in Penny’s world. This separation was on their heads, but what could they do? They’d worked themselves into a rut, the three of them, wearing such deep treads into their negative behaviors that they couldn’t climb out. A complete shakeup was the only solution.

Both winced when she abruptly folded at the waist, clutching the kitten to her chest, and vomited over the pine needle strewn dirt of the driveway. Her hair fell in heavy, curly curtains around her face as she heaved again, hiding her tear-streaked face from the soldiers’ view. The sound of them setting the bags they held down registered in Penny’s ears but she couldn’t find the strength to collect herself before they converged on her.

“Come ‘ere doll, lemme take you up to the bathroom,” Bucky stated quietly, sweeping her and the cat up into his arms as gently as he could, “you can take a bath while me and Steve get everything unloaded. I think you’ll really like the cabin baby, we… well, we designed it just for you. If there’s anything you want to change, you just tell us. We want it to be perfect for you.”

She mostly caught flashes of green and white and brown, tucking her chin to look at the kitten snuggled into her cleavage. It felt cruel, to have taken the white one and left the orange, but the little chubby-cheeked kitten had taken to her brother so well—better than it had taken to her, even. Peter had named it Malcah and while it still didn’t like being picked up or held, it twined his ankles and meowed at him for love.

“Sit here baby,” the soldier set her carefully on the lid of the toilet, after having climbed a set of stairs and turned multiple blurry corners, “let me run your bath.”

It was all white tile, the toilet built into the wall. The tub was a freestanding clawfoot, with a spray nozzle and high sides. It was surprisingly small, considering how large the tub in the tower had been. Penny idly speculated that only perhaps one of the soldiers would be able to fit at time and it would certainly be a tight squeeze if she was forced in with them. There was a standing shower on the other side, where the roof wasn’t so sharply sloped by the A-framed roof. The nice thing, that Penny would never admit was very nice, was all of the plants. The entire room was predominantly white but there was a long-vined philodendron hanging gracefully over the tub, snake plants sitting on the shelf before the toilet. She could see a rubber plant and another type of vine by the sinks, framing the mirror.

They’d obviously gone to great lengths to make sure it would be something she liked, clearly evidenced by the bathroom alone. There were even candles waiting to be used on the antique, hunter green shelves and bath bombs with lovely scents. If she’d been able to design a personal bathroom, Penny figured it would probably have looked something like this and that made her hate it all the more.

The bastards were so in their heads they could barely see the sunlight. Penny was convinced that they were so distracted orchestrating her nightmare they’d lost the plot. They kept throwing stuff at her; beautiful plants, nice clothing, cute cats, lovely homes—but it didn’t mean a single thing. All of the possessions in the world didn’t make up for the gaping, rotting hole in her chest.

“Alright doll, let’s get you undressed,” Bucky shifted towards her once the water was at the right temperature and filling the tub, a small smile on his stubbled face.

“Do you think I’m debilitated?” She rasped after a moment, rolling her eyes up to stare him in the face before spitting a vomit speckled wad of phlegm onto the rug by her feet and setting the kitten on the shelf next to the snake plants. “Last time I checked I didn’t need to be treated like a baby. Are you gonna keep standing over me like a pervert? Get out.”

The soldier’s eyebrows shot up his forehead, surprised by the calmness behind her cutting tongue. Usually, when Penny got an attitude, it came with fury and fists and resulted in broken bones or bleeding wounds. This was overwhelmingly controlled; a bitchy rebuttal. Her voice was the gravelly tone she usually got after screaming or crying, dark brown eyes nearly black.  When he didn’t move, Penny rolled her eyes and stood, whipping her t-shirt over her head and dropping it to the ground.

“You’re bein’ a little moody, babe,” Bucky watched calmly as she undressed, her clothes piling up on the floor. “Wanna think about reigning it in?”

Penny’s hair was big and curly around her face, framing the clenched jaw and sneering nose. “What are you gonna do, kill me? Whatever.”

“Penny, what—”

“Peter is a thousand miles away,” Penny’s voice started out sharp but very quickly faded into a tired drawl, “you can’t hurt him from here. And what do I care if you hurt me? So could you either get the fuck out and let me take a bath or fucking drown me in it? Whatever it takes for this interaction to be over.”  

“Are you looking for a punishment right now?” Bucky’s lips pulled down at the corners, eyebrows furrowing, “‘Cause you’re working your way towards one really quick.”

“What’re you gonna do? Kill someone in front of me?” She groaned, reaching up to dig her fingers into the roots of her hair, tugging sharply before dragging it into a tangled, thoughtless bun on the top of her head “Or spank me until I can’t sit? Rape me? Could you just get it over with? I want to be alone, please!”

Bucky was silent for several long seconds before sighing through his nose, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows. “Take your bath, think about your fuckin’ attitude. Steve and I are gonna bring the bags in.”

He left the door open and Penny was further irritated to learn he had too much dignity to stomp down the stairs the way she’d hoped he would. His break in composure had been so good for her it was unbelievable—but there was likely a punishment on the horizon and Steve wasn’t likely to let her off easy once the brunet told him what she’d said. The bastard was stone cold when it came to that shit.

She stared idly at the steaming bath, naked with her clothes piled around her feet—the question was whether she wanted a bath or if she’d been resigned to it? The water was scented, because of course it was. It was even one of her favorite citrusy scents, she noted disdainfully, another thing they had paid so much attention to while keeping her locked up in a tower like fucking Rapunzel. Now in a cabin, she figured she was a Jewish Goldilocks surrounded by hungry bears.

But it smelled nice and her body ached from the long car ride, it had already been run so why not hop in? Besides, it would keep her busy while the soldier’s fucked around and she wouldn’t have to see them for a bit. They were shuffling around and she could hear the sounds of bags being placed around the cabin. The door banged off the walls several times, always accompanied by a groan or a curse, one of which she recognized as a Yiddish swear—which she refused to find endearing. The kitten meowed at her from its position on the shelf, looking put out to be so far away but Penny shushed it quietly.

“You won’t like the water, just stay there,” she murmured quietly at the distraught little creature, picking up a washcloth and dunking it into the perfumed water. “If I come get you I’ll make a huge mess.”

She ignored the kitten as it continued to communicate with her, chittering in annoyance and pawing the edge of the ledge for several minutes before evidently surrendering and lying down with its little paws draped over the edge. Penny smiled to herself, the cat’s tail was roughly the size of its body and when it curled the fluffy mass of fur around itself it became unrecognizable as a cat. The orange one would’ve continued to complain until Penny let it down, would’ve just barely given her ankles a rub before running off to hide somewhere.

That’s why she decided to leave Malcah with Peter; the orange cat didn’t run from or scratch him. She twined his ankles, sat next to his thigh on the couch, kneaded her little paws against him. Peter had decided both kittens were female, based on the very reasonable basis that he wanted them to be. Penny wasn’t sure, didn’t quite care. The only thing she ever referred to the cats as was Chatul—which literally meant cat in Hebrew. She’d shortened it to Tuly for the white kitten, for the sake of ease, but refused to say it in front of the soldiers. The cat was hers, she didn’t have to share it with them.

The sounds of the soldiers were becoming more consistent throughout the cabin and Penny figured they must’ve brought in all of the bags and were focused on unpacking. She could hear someone down in the kitchen, unloading the masses of groceries they’d brought up the mountain while the other was in the bedroom. Penny rubbed the washcloth over her skin lightly, the oils from the fragrance making her skin soft and slippery.

She didn’t hear him come in, she felt Steve come in. The blond’s presence was just as overwhelming as Tony Stark’s, an aura bigger than his body that filled the room. She could feel the disappointed stare, even as she continued to wipe herself down with the washcloth. Her teeth ground together as he watched in silence, just waiting.

“Bucky said you’ve caught an attitude, baby doll.”

“Caught an attitude?” She rolled her eyes. “Wow, if only I hadn’t become desensitized to living in constant terror—you never would’ve realized I’ve had an attitude the whole time!”

“We’re supposed to be turning a new page, Pen.”

“Turning a—” Penny scoffed, face appalled as she abruptly stood from the bath and ignored the water going everywhere, “we’re not turning a new page—You burnt the fucking book!”

The blond’s eyes widened; Penny had gotten angry in the past, furious even. She’d broken things, broken skin, broken bones and it was always accompanied by outraged screaming. But Penny didn’t make unnervingly straight eye contact while she did it. She was barely coherent at the best of times, mostly she screamed to the room at large before flying into a violent frenzy—it was different. It was startling, the light in her eyes and the way her voice cracked.

“There is no page turning, there’s no fucking­—fucking reconciliation here, Steve,” she snatched a towel from the rack behind the tub, wrapping the light green fabric around her chest tightly, “I can’t believe after, fuck, how long has it been? A month and a half? Two months? What fucking day is it?”

“…It’s July 2nd,” he found himself choking out, still feeling shell shocked as she stepped out of the tub.

“A month and a half,” Penny’s face twitched, just barely concealing the distraught look he could see she wanted to make and she started shifting past him, “Jesus Christ after a month and a half you guys still don’t get it—you know what, never mind. After a month and a half, I should’ve been smart enough to realize what dumbasses you both are.”

“Penny—”

“God, fuck!” She shouted up at the ceiling, stopping in place halfway out the door. “I have listened to you two talk at length for what’s apparently been a month and a half! I have tried to listen to your stupid fucking rules, I put in the fucking effort and you still decided to take away the one thing I care about! I’m sick and tired of you saying my name in that fucking tone, I’m tired of constantly internalizing and I’m tired of being fucking walked on! So I’ll tell you what I told Bucky—either kill me or leave me alone, but for fucks’ sake just give me space!”

A low mew followed her statement and Penny made an abrupt about face, stomping past him to snatch up the kitten from where it had been sitting on the ledge and storming past him again. It was like getting brushed by a wildfire and Steve fought the urge to take a step back when her wet hair whipped against him.

She dug through one of the bags that held her belongings angrily, kitten on her shoulder, knowing that the blond continued to watch her from the bathroom doorway. Shorts, underwear, a sports bra, a t-shirt, and a hoodie over that. She would’ve put on socks but she knew it bothered Steve when she went barefoot.

“Come downstairs, precious,” he sighed after watching her dress, gesturing towards the stairs, “we’ve got to talk.”

“We’ve always got to talk,” Penny snorted derisively but started down the stairs anyway, Tuly back in her arms, “but it’s usually just you two telling me what I can and can’t do. Stop bossing me around.”

Steve followed after her, aghast and confused—Penny had always been brave in the situations she was forced into, whether it was taking custody of her fourteen year old brother or dealing with being kidnapped from her apartment by a billionaire criminal, but she hadn’t ever antagonized before. She’d talked back, got irritated, snapped, but she hadn’t ever just been flat out bitchy.

On the main floor, Bucky had already put away all of the groceries and was folding up the cloth shopping bags to tuck away for next time. The brunet’s eyes locked on Penny for several long calculating seconds and her hackles raised; whatever was coming was going to be annoying. She refused to be afraid though, not when there wasn’t anything to lose. Not anymore.

“Sit on the couch, let’s talk,” Steve directed, watching as she seemed to contemplate following the direction before doing so, “things are obviously going to be different here, precious.”

“The cabin is equipped with the same AI as the tower but its restricted to monitoring and safety protocols,” Bucky explained, gesturing to the open layout of the main floor, “you’ll be able to go outside so long as you ask first, there’s plenty to do out there. When Steve bought it there was an overgrown vegetable garden out there, we had it cleaned up for you and the shed fixed up and stocked. A lot of good hiking around here too.”

“I can’t talk to JARVIS?” She asked, eyes tracking the way the soldier’s exchanged glances. “Of course not. Then I would have some sort of interaction beyond the pair of you. Damaging to your plan, huh?”

“Penny, the rules didn’t end just because we’re out of the tower,” Steve had one hand braced on his hip while the other rubbed over his forehead, “be—”

“If you say Be Sweet I’ll find a way to kill myself,” Penny intoned, a dry look on her face. “Jews don’t have an afterlife you know, I’m not afraid of going to Hell.”

“Penny, we’re trying—”

“Penny we’re trying,” she mocked in a high-pitched voice, dead eye stare once again boring into Bucky’s, “I’m not. I’m done trying. You’ll either kill me or drive me insane, I’ll never see Peter again—I…I failed. I couldn’t protect him, I couldn’t even keep him safe until he was an adult, isn’t that insane? Grand total of three years and some change and I fucked it up.”

Penny stood up from the couch, shaking her head as she went. The kitten was quick to jump off the couch and follow after her, meowing while that massive fluffy squirrel tail curled over its back. The open floor plan of the cabin came in handy for the soldiers though, because she couldn’t really escape even as she walked across the living room and into the kitchen.

It was hard to pretend she didn’t actually love the cabin. The kitchen was small, located beneath the loft that held the bedroom and bathroom. The railing to the loft was covered in live vines that hung down to create a tiny illusion of separation between the living room and kitchen, the kitchen itself was sage green with white and dark brown accents. There were more plants, open cabinets mounted to the walls, the sink was small but there was a dishwasher. She loved the spiral staircase that led up to the loft, framing the kitchen to the left with small shiny baubles hanging from it.

There was a hamsa and a cross, both stained glass and hanging from the tallest step. Pretty cat toys hung from the lower railings, just within the kitten’s reach. It made Penny’s skin itch, just how lovely and perfect the whole cabin was. More evidence that they were paying a freaky amount of attention to her and every move she made.

“You didn’t fail, doll,” Bucky’s tone was quiet and he hesitated for a moment before following after her several paces, ending up on the edge of the kitchen, “You didn’t fuck it up, Peter—”

“Peter is trapped in a prison in New York with a creep more than twice his age who wants to violate and brainwash him,” Penny was on her knees in front of the fridge, digging through the crisper drawer in the bottom. “Literally all I had to do to prevent that from happening was pay more attention to his daily life. Fuck, kid was practically raising himself with how often I was gone—never stood a chance, you know?”

“Don’t think like that Penny,” Steve sighed, leaning down to pick up the kitten that had circled back to his ankles and setting it on his shoulder, “there’s nothing you could’ve done. You know who Tony Stark is, you know what he’s capable of. You can’t heap that guilt on your shoulders.”

“Oh, can’t I?” She hummed, absently throwing a package of bacon onto the floor, followed by a flat of raw chicken and beef. “There can be dairy in here or there can be meat, not both.”

“We might need a second fridge,” Bucky observed quietly, watching Penny drop a couple of deli bags with sandwich meat onto the ground before she started shuffling everything into different places within the cooler. “We could keep it in the shed?”

“No room,” Steve shook his head absently, “garage?”

Penny had collected a stack of items from the fridge and piled them onto the counter, not even bothering to look back on the soldiers as she began puttering around. The open-faced cabinets on the walls held mostly dishes and containers filled with ingredients and she ducked down, opening the lower cabinets and digging out several pans.

“Do you… do you want a hand, doll?” Bucky asked hesitantly after several moments, watching her collect ingredients and tools and turn on the stove.

“No.”

“Penny—”

“Can I make lunch please?” She whipped around, an irritated look on her face and a spatula in hand, looking like she was about to use it to beat them both, “I’m hungry and I want to die, I figure you’ll only allow me to fulfill one of those wants so can you let me cook?”

The next thing she knew, Penny had been swept up into Bucky’s arms. The solider looked confused, lips curled in frustration but his brow furrowed with dismay. She stiffened at the action when he stomped back to the couch and sat down roughly, dropping her over his knees and landing a smarting blow to her ass through her shorts without warning.

“Thirty for this fucking attitude,” he barked, yanking the shorts down until the waistband settled under the curve of her ass against the tops of her thighs, “count.”

A sharp inhale followed the first skin to skin hit and Penny snarled in response, “one.”

“Apologize,” Steve’s fingers tangled into her hair, extracting the hair tie and letting the curls fall in chaotic waves over her shoulders and face.

“Two,” she counted dutifully and angrily, narrowed eyes landing on Steve’s face, “I’m sorry you’re a fucking monster!”

“That just added ten more, Penny,” Bucky sighed through gritted teeth, “you better reign it in.”

“You better just kill me,” she rasped, nails digging into his leg where she was holding on for balance through the hits, “because I won’t reign it in. I’m sick to death of you motherfuckers—Oh, fuck, three!”

“No cursing during punishments, start from one,” Steve ordered darkly, the hand in her hair pulling taught as he glanced into Bucky’s eyes—the baffling combination of anger and dismay and loss in the brunet’s eyes let him know he wasn’t the only one scrambling.

“Fuck you!” Penny shook her head roughly as if to dislodge his hand, canting her head to the side the best she could manage to look him in the eye, “beat me black and blue, I don’t fucking care. Don’t you get it? It doesn’t matter anymore! Nothing fucking matters.”

content warnings: spanking *edit, addition content warning: disrespectful terminology for Jewish people 

#steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x oc #bucky barnes x oc #steve rogers x oc x bucky barnes #dark!fic

[kimvvantae]

let’s talk about puzzle

this is dumb but now that puzzle is finally over i wanna tell yall people some stuff about my nonexistent writing process and some of my thoughts on the story.

if you haven’t finished reading puzzle yet DO NOT PROCEED. mad spoilers ahead.

1 - i started writing puzzle because i hate random smut. 

don't get me wrong - i love to read good n old smut. but sometimes i got sOoOoOooOoo mad at some sex scene coming OUT OF NOWHERE or that could be completely erased and it wouldn't make a difference plotwise. so i was like. what if i write a heavily sexual story in which every sex scene has a motive/pushes the story forward somehow? so:

ch. 1. first time they fuck. they never been like that and it completely shifts their dynamics. 

ch. 2. even tho they never been like that they can’t help but fuck again. it also stablishes that y/n is just thirsty while jk is actually suffering, but he can’t stop.

ch. 3. jk accepts that he can’t have y/n the way he wants, but he at least can make their relationship sexual. he’s addicted. this time it’s also v playful, indicating that they’re both enjoying it a lot - bc that’s how things used to be between them, and it shows in the way they fuck.

ch. 4. jk is jealous. y/n also starts feeling weird bc she’s starting to like him more than a friend. she doesn’t realize that yet tho.

ch. 5 has two smut parts. the first one is right in the beginning of the chapter to show how sex became something common between them. the second part jk shows that he IS very jealous and their already fucked up relationship gets even more fucked up.

ch. 6. they make love for the first time.

ch. 7 has no smut because it wouldn’t make sense.

ch. 8. make up sex <3 it actually was going to be non-explicit, but i changed it last minute because the fic has always been heavily sexual anyways, so it wouldn’t be that unfitting.

2 - the first scene that popped up in mind was the scene where they wake up side by side in ch. 1. it wasn’t hard to elaborate the rest from there. puzzle isn’t that original anyways ✨

3 - puzzle - believe it or not - was supposed to be funny. yes, that “comedy” tag is real. i was super into umbra when i started writing puzzle (another fic of mine) which is super angsty and dark and serious and i wanted to write something opposite to that (also something easier. and yes even tho i took too fucking long to finish it puzzle wasn’t that complex to write). i don’t know each of yalls opinions but yes ?? i was trying to be funny sometimes ?? maybe my sense of humor is too fucked up 🤧🤧

4 - even tho the seulrene parts where only a plot device i ended up getting too engaged with it. the sole purpose i wrote them was so at some point irene would be owing y/n and she’d pay for the flight tickets (bc it was already stablished that y/n was a broke bitch), BUT i FELL IN LOVE with puzzle!seulgi and i wanna date her. so. bad. i wasn’t supposed to spend so much time with them but they adorable. i love happy lesbians 👯

5 - i tried really hard to depict jk as a normal dude. i think the reason why i like jk so much (and bts overall, but jk especially) it’s because he seems too much like a normal dude to me. that’s lowkey my kink

6 - my favorite chapter is chapter 6. especially the last part. i love their talk at the terrace and i love their first time making love. i honestly read that over and over again way too many times. AHH i also love the dancing scene. is this love by whitesnake is the song of the century tbh

7 - my favorite smut scenes are from ch. 3 and ch. 5. the scene from ch. 3 because i like how lighthearted it is. the scene from ch. 5 because i like how heavy and intense and fucked up it is.

8 - my least favorite chapter is chapter 4. i have no problems with it up until the part when y/n meets drunk seulgi because again i love puzzle!seulgi. tbh i just don’t like the smut part. as i said i hate random smut, and even tho i wanted to show how jk didn’t like that y/n was talking to taehyung, it feels random. also i just really wanted to write a blowjob 🤷‍♀️

9 - puzzle was supposed to end at ch. 6. lemme explain why. i had the ending yall know in mind all the time. but, as i wrote their talk at the terrace, it just made sense that y/n confessed her feelings. they’d be staring at e/o with heart eyes, they’d kiss, y/n would be like “does this kiss mean anything to you? bc to me it does” and then they’d just make happy sex. it was RATIONAL to end it there.

but i didn’t want to be rational, i wanted drama. so i made y/n swallow her feelings. i don’t regret it tho bc the scene of them making love is great ✨✨

10 - i think that y/n’s “revenge” on mike from the 1st ch. is kinda dumb. i cringe a little bit when i read it these days. y/n explaining what happened to yeri in ch. 8 was actually me trying to convince myself that it wasn’t that dumb lmao

11 - i got a little bit disappointed when puzzle blew up. as i said, i posted the 1st ch. when i was still too engaged in my other fic, umbra. umbra doesn’t have smut. so when puzzle blew up i was like ???? why is this fic i barely put any effort on blowing up, but the story i’m actually putting a lot of effort into doesn’t get nearly as much attention???? is it bc it’s smutty??? 😔😔😔

BUUUT as time went by i started to like puzzle muchhhhh more and i fell for this story. i am so so so so so so happy that so many people read it and enjoyed it! each and every feedback you guys gave me just made me appreciate this fic more. puzzle is my beautiful child and i’d kill for her ✊✊

thank you sOOOOOO much if you read up until here. this was kinda useless but i’m just keeping a record to myself. i’d also love to know your opinions on the story!!! don’t be shy 💃💃

#fic:puzzle #author's commentary #i'm so fckn relieved that puzzle is done tho #no i can live in peace w/o puzzle!jk bothering my thoughts!!!!!

[brokenjardaantech]

captain allen appreciation week 2020 day 2: college au

summary: set in early 2021 in the same universe as the previous entry. the pandemic is not over yet. america as we know it is on the brink of collapse. now that anna is in the air force academy, allen can finally go to college himself. except that everything is online cause social distancing.

notes:

this fic is the closest to reality among everything else i've written. i don't have 2021 vision, but this is what i imagine what things will be if america continues being like this in everything.

i know the space force as an independent branch of the us military is still a fairly new concept, but let's just assume that they need people so desperately that they'll pull prospecting cadets onto the path to space starting from their academy years. they used to be a branch of the air force anyway, right?

tags: brief mentions of childhood neglect and parentification

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The high-pitched hum is driving Lou crazy, so he turns on the speaker on his laptop and plays some potato peeling ASMR to give the house some other noise. The hum disappears, but seeing the Slavic guy peeling potatoes makes him want to cook again, and cooking for himself...just sounds depressing. Not that he hates cooking alone - he takes pride in being able to prepare his own food and be good at it - but he doesn’t have much of a choice in raw ingredients; he stocked up when it was announced that a large storm is coming, and all he has is canned food - hardly something he would prepare for Anna had she been here.

He switches tabs, discovering that his new lecture is still downloading, and lets out a groan. Fucking blizzard locking him in and fucking with the internet. Now he can’t even study when he’s snowed in in his own house - yes, his own fucking house, because his Papa apparently can’t stand Alaska anymore after his wife disappeared and fucked off back to France as soon as he could, leaving his property (which had been his wife’s) to his children to distribute between themselves, and Lou, being the only adult during that time, became a homeowner. Sighing, he goes to his email and drafts an apology.

Professor, am snowed in. Internet slow. Can’t stream lecture, so tried downloading. 5 hrs in, only 70% downloaded. Requesting deadline extension. L. W. Allen

He sounds like Anna in this one, thoughts going so quickly that she omits pronouns and ‘the’s and ‘a’ or ‘an’s while she’s typing. Except that he’s typing slowly with his non-dominant hand while scooping cooling mashed potato into his mouth with his other hand. Damn it, he misses his sister.

The potato peeling video is over and he still is not sleepy, so he goes over the lectures he has downloaded and chooses the one he remembers being useful in writing his paper to be his new background noise. The drone of his professor’s voice makes him think of Anna rapid-firing her thoughts while she’s doing his homework for fun.

Everything comes back to Anna.

His Skype jumps with an incoming call, and he accepts it without reading who that is, acting in desperation for company good or bad.

‘Allen here.’

‘Lemme guess: you didn’t read the description.’

Lou is so relieved to hear his sister’s voice that he nearly cries. ‘How the fuck did you do that? It’s midnight on your side.’

‘I’m different, Lulu, haven’t you heard?’ Anna dismisses her brother’s question, proud as always. ‘Snowed alone in the house must be hard.’

He laughs. This is ridiculous. ‘Yes it is. How did you know that?’

‘You talking about the snow part or the lonely part?’

‘Both.’

‘I’m not completely cut off from the rest of the world. I read the weather forecast and report, and I lived with you and only you for four years. Enough time to discover a pattern, I should say.’

Lou takes the laptop and flops down onto his bed. ‘We haven’t been apart for longer than a day back then.’ Placing his Bluetooth headphones over his head, he lies down on their bed - his bed now - and allows himself to imagine that this is just one of their many pillow talks about nothing and everything. Oddly, he can’t imagine his sister doing the same. 

‘It’s called logical deduction, bruh. Then her voice softens. ‘You spent most of your life taking care of me. I’ve got planes to fly, programs to write, labs to blow up and muscles to flex. You get to listen to some boring old man spew bullshit about our minds as if the theories he teaches aren’t outdated as hell.’

It puts a smile on Lou’s face. ‘I don’t think they’ll let you stay for long if you blow up too much shit in the lab.’

‘Details, Lulu, details. Hey - check your time.’

Lou squints at the corner of the screen where the clock should be. 17:58. ‘Fuuuuck,’ he groans. Of course Anna’s awake - it’s just 19:58 on her end. ‘Fucking storm fucking with my sense of time.’

‘Hail English,’ says Anna. ‘Though not as elegant as our father tongue. How’s the French club going on?’

‘I’m developing abs from laughing too hard. There’s one fine but thin line between normal conversation and random-ass flirting, but they don’t seem to grasp it.’

‘Not everyone has an incompetent French dad who barely speaks English but moved to America anyway.’

‘Very true,’ Lou admits. Anna turned up fine even with only minimal parental guidance, but at what cost? Himself, probably, except that he seems fine as well. ‘How about you? How’s the Academy been treating you?’

‘It’s not official but,’ Anna lowers her voice as if she wants to keep it secret, ‘I’m most likely going to be in the Space Force when I graduate.’

Lou coughs to mask his laughter. Of all the things his sister is skeptical of, the Space Force set up by that orange isn’t one of them. ‘No offence, Anna, but Space Force? Seriously? A woman of your talents?’

‘I should tell them that their efforts are successful,’ says Anna. ‘Hold on.’

Footsteps. A slam of a door. Some scratching noises, and when she turns on her camera, it shows not her face but the screen of her phone. It started as a joke, it writes. They admit to that. But something happened in the scientific field. Something so unbelievable and classified that they sobered up instantly and begged for more funding from the federal government. 

‘America as we know it is ending,’ Lou points out. Sure, they didn’t let the orange continue representing the country, but the harm has been done, the virus comes back every few months and before the previous batch of patients are freed up, and everything is failing - the economy, the already-problematic medical and healthcare system, the old order governing the country for two centuries. It is terrifying but, in Lou’s opinion, a much-needed change for America to go forward. ‘You’re more familiar with them than me, but they might be doing it to preserve the old order. You know, before they lose all the power they currently have.’

Anna takes the phone away. ‘I highly doubt it,’ she says as she continues typing. ‘They’re used to whatever we now have. They already expect some things to change;’ she holds up her phone again; but not in the way shit’s going. ‘You heard about the declassified document on Alec Ryder? The guy who tried to write an advanced AI and developed it into some highly illegal and sci-fi-y shit that he can’t control?’

‘Didn’t read the whole thing. Sounds unbelievable, though, letting an AI control your body. And I thought Elon was stupidly crazy.’

‘Well, for some reason they’re still on high alert about the whole shitshow even though the AI was supposedly destroyed,’ she puts her phone away and switches off the camera. ‘Call it my instincts if you wish. Something big is coming and I’m not sure if I like it.’

Lou takes a deep breath. Anna has always said that America needs to change, but if she thinks that she won’t like it… ‘Let’s don’t speculate anything right now, okay?’ he tries to rationalise. ‘We can’t do much right now, can we?’

‘True.’ A creak. Some muffled conversation. ‘Look, I need to go now. Try not to freeze your ass off at home.’

‘With that nasty generator you built? Don’t think so. Take care.’

‘Same for you.’

The call disconnects. Taking off his headphones with a trembling hand, Lou quits the application and checks again how much longer he needs to wait for the lecture. A few minutes left. Standing up and popping all the joints in his body in preparation, he goes to the kitchen and pours himself a glass of water to clear his head.

If he’s gonna be stuck in this house for days, he at least can use the time for some studying, right?

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spoiler: anna’s instincts are right.

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[lululawrence]

lululawrence’s April 2019 Fic List

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Guess who’s back, back again... I actually wrote that when I drafted this post a month ago and I’m keeping it cause it’s funny ahhaha So this month has been a ride, hasn’t it? I’ve read some amazing fic though, so I’m super excited to talk about it with you! I read quite a few from the Shake Off the Dust collection as well as fics from the beginning of round 2 of @onedirectionbigbang and other various things as I tried and failed to keep up with all the new fic coming out haha We are so blessed to have so much amazing fic. So, without further ado, here are the fics I read and loved this month!

Hazy by @nikogda / nikogda This fic was written for me because I was anxious one day and they saw a post referring to it and they wrote this as a soothing fic for me and lemme tell ya, IT WORKED. It was so soft and... well... hazy. haha I loved it. A great fic to come back to on a rough day, for sure!

Keep Your Hands Up, So I Can See by @goodmorningtoyouuniverse / GMTYUniverse This fic was such a great HP AU! It was enemies to lovers with a touch of misunderstanding and frustrations and just all the good things with cameos by some of our favorite characters from the original series! I loved it very much a lot. It threw me into the world and made me smile quite a bit.

it's in his kiss by @disgruntledkittenface / disgruntledkittenface This is where Maggie took what she wrote through requests on ask and posted them to ao3 for the kiss meme and lemme tell ya! There’s some ships she wrote that I never felt a desire for, and she wrote them so perfectly that I almost started shipping them hahahaa Each chapter is it’s own little world and it pulled me in so entirely that they felt like full fics! How does she do that in such few words? I dunno. But they’re all glorious. Every last one. Defo a great read when things are hard too, i’d read a chapter when I had a moment and it made my busy, stressful days so much better.

Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now by @allwaswell16 / allwaswell16 I think this one was written for the short fic fest, and I loved it so so much! She describes Harry’s movements as “giraffing about” or something like that and I will never stop laughing about that. Add to it that Harry in the fic legit thought Louis was a mannequin and I just DIE. It’s amazing. Such a silly, fun fic!

Soju (소주) by @gettingaphdinmomo / gettingaphdinlarry This is a Shiall fic that just drew me in. It has such a visual and atmospheric pull to it, like all of her fics do, and it makes you almost feel as if you’re somehow there. I dunno how she does it, but her magic is worked for sure with this fic and I had to just sit there, and process when it ended. A fun, short fic to easily get lost in.

Just Go With It by @rainbowsandlovehl / rainbowslovehl (Larrymateforlife) This fic!!!! Meet Cute heaven! It was light and fluffy and awkward and silly and I loved it so much and for real this Brett character was TOO MUCH. hahahahaha With the added fun of the little jokes like talk of organic guacamole etc and I loved it so much. It was the smile I needed.

All I Want Is To Fall With You by @2tiedships2 / 2tiedships2 Mel keeps posting fics that are so fun! How does she do it? This time the crew takes on a ski trip and Louis has to deal with stupid alphas staying in the same cabin without knowing about it beforehand and of course nothing goes to plan! That’s half the fun, though, right? Besides. The alphas aren’t that bad. haha

Do You Wanna Ride by @phd-mama / phdmama She wrote this fic for @justalittlelouislove and I screamed reading it the whole time. I took so long reading it because I kept stopping to scream and share how uncomfortable I was over the obvious awkwardness and sexual tension and it was just SO SO SO GOOD. The embarrassment just gahhhhhhh I loved it.

Strawberries & Cigarettes by @dimpled-halo / dimpled_halo A year later I FINALLY read this and I loved it as much as I knew I would. I wanted pain, and it gave it to me! It gave me pain and healing and a gorgeous story. It was such a great read, I’m so so happy I finally had the time to dedicate to it because it was just. So much of everything I love.

Let It Down by @red--special / red_special This fic has also been on my to read list for ages and I am also so so happy I got to read it finally! It was such a great fic and so much fun and so sexy and funny and awkward and I wanted to bask in it a little longer. It was so so good. hahahaha I keep thinking about the tattoo and I can’t stop giggling. Just do yourself a favor and read this fic. haha

Like A Siren In The Night by @crazyupsetter / whoknows This is an a/b/o fic that I could not get enough of or read fast enough. It’s historical, though that doesn’t play a major role, and the playing with the world building was SO MUCH FUN to read. The way their relationship developed as well was just DELICIOUS. I loved every second of it.

please forgive me if my lips quake by @disgruntledkittenface / disgruntledkittenface Girl direction! With a cat! I was heart eyes the entire fic and once again, such feeling was evoked in it that I wanted to just sit and enjoy it for awhile longer. Sigh. What pure enjoyment! I loved it.

I was the King (tonight let it go) by @sadaveniren / SadaVeniren I... Okay listen. lollll I didn’t write this obviously, but it felt like such a self indulgent read I almost wished I had? If that makes sense? It was everything I love. I LOVE the emotional side and thought behind BDSM. Like, that’s most of what makes it so so so interesting and fascinating for me to read, and Sada gave that to us with this fic in DROVES as well as the fighting against natural inclinations etc etc etc. It was just a fab fic and I loved so so so much of it.

Failure to Launch by @all-these-larrythings / Rearviewdreamer Michelle has a way of taking things I don’t know about and making me love them so so so much. This film was one that many I knew loved and I felt mainly meh about it, but I knew if Michelle wrote it I would love it, and I WAS RIGHT. She took all the things I was not fond of in the original and twisted them so it still referenced the original source, but made it so much better. I loved it so so so much because it was so very much like the original film, but also very much her own. 

Come Home to Me by @pocketsunshineharry / ishiplouis I wanted pain, and pain was what I got. I cried and I kept waiting and waiting for things to come together again and they finally did! But WOW the pain leading up to that! It was amazing how much was harnessed in it. I will say, please beware the tags. Some heavy topics are handled in the fic - including some depression/anxiety etc - so please be safe with that. A great read, though! 

fondre ton absence by @scrunchyharry / scrunchyharry OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG I just. I’m a sucker for WWI and WWII period anything. It’s one of my favorite periods in history for the social, political, militaristic, just EVERYTHING historically. I find it fascinating and I adore it. I was both excited and wary how this would go then, knowing how much I love it. Well. I cried the entire way through and was in awe of how the time period and everything was handled. It’s an amnesia friends to lovers wartime period-typical homophobia acknowledging fic which basically means it is my dream fic. I cannot rave about it enough, much less the incredible art that was done by @whenthebodiesspeak!!! It was STUNNING and yeah. Just. Amazing. A masterpiece.

An Unbalanced Force by @kingsofeverything / FullOnLarrie MAROLD HAROLD with art by @goodmorningtoyouuniverse! I cried a few times during this one and it was such a realistic and beautiful and comprehensive view of a relationship, of adulthood, of trying to find love again after, just... all of it. It is a study of flawed individuals trying to make do and learning where their lines are and it is gorgeous. I loved it so so so much and I keep randomly thinking about it. A great fic and worth the wait and teasing she gave us over the months! hahahaha

That's What I'm Here For by @taggiecb / taggiecb ANOTHER DREAM FIC, ANOTHER FIC THAT MADE ME CRY! I cannot rave enough about how this big bang has kicked off, like, I just truly cannot. @noellehenry did a gorgeous moodboard for it as well, and I just. Demisexual farmer Louis who has been on his own for so long he just. Hardly knows how to be social anymore and Harry has to come and teach him and I’m about to give away spoilers so I’ll stop but this fic is so close to my heart, okay? I love love love love love it.

To Carry Onward by @londonfoginacup / LadyLondonderry THIS LITTLE FIC!!! I keep yelling, I know. Sorry not sorry. But for real it’s 500 words and just...so full of love and longing and mystery and hope and I cannot. I love Emmu’s words and worlds and this is no exception.

A Spell and A Spark by @dinosaursmate / dinosaursmate It’s out in the world! This fic was everything I needed when I read it. I was having a really rough time, and I would get to the end of those days and get to read this fic and it soothed me, cheered me, and took me away to another world. It was so much fun and just pure joy to read. And then the art that @londonfoginacup made for it! It was such a great combo of writing and art. Another wonderful fic for big bang!

{insert acclaimed artist} was never even in love anyway by underthesunlight This is the first of several fics I read from the Shake Off the Dust collection and it was such a fun read. It was domestic and silly and soft and it made me smile.

Primtemps by @londonfoginacup / LadyLondonderry She’s just so good, isn’t she? I finished this fic and almost immediately went back to the beginning because I wanted to read it again. It’s so soft and you could almost SMELL what she was describing. It was a perfect read of a perfect day and it made me long for the days in the past that I’d had like it. Glorious.

Taking Care of You (Is My Favorite Thing) by @allthelarrylovex / cherrylarry Niam! Not usually my pairing of choice, but I loved it so much. I also very much identified with the shitty allergies aspect of it as I am dealing with that myself at the moment, so it just had me sitting there nodding like IT REALLY DOES SUCK BABES I GET IT hahaha

You Keep Me Warm by @crinkle-eyed-boo / crinkle-eyed-boo (KimmieRocks) I’ve not read Own the Scars yet, but I still read this despite it being a time stamp, and I’m so glad I did. I loved it and it made me smile. It also made me want to read the original, so I can’t wait until I have a chance to!

Love's Gentle Spring by @laynefaire / Layne Faire (HisDarlin) This is also a continuation! It’s a fun addition to her spring drabbles from last year, which are not necessary to read in order to enjoy this, though it does add to the fun hahaha I loved that little series so much and was very very glad she made this addition!

Housewives of Our Lives by @homosociallyyours / homosociallyyours I’ve never watched any of the housewives shows, but that didn’t matter. As usual Megan wrote a fic that had me wanting to be their friend and hang out with them as they did these ridiculous things because it sounded like such fun. I loved it as well.

A Larry Limerick by @kingsofeverything / FullOnLarrie I know this was mostly silly and to be funny, but I enjoyed it so I’m including it here hahaha

sun, here it comes by @louandhazaf / YesIsAWorld and It's been a long, cold, lonely winter by @kingsofeverything / FullOnLarrie I’m putting both of them here, because if you haven’t read them yet you should. They are two sides of the same story, and I fully recommend you read them in the order I listed them too haha I did and it was wonderful and delightful and basically all things good. SO much fun.

just me, him, and the moon by HazHas4Nips This was cuuuuuuute! I don’t even know what more to say, I just keep sitting here and smiling thinking about it. So I guess if you want a fic that makes you smile, this is a great little one. 

Spring Break by @allwaswell16 / allwaswell16 This fic came out of a partially true story and it was so much fun to finally be able to read what Anitra did with it haha I was giggling and loving it so so much the entire way. As usual. Can’t go wrong.

What's Mine is Yours by @uhohmorshedios / yeah_alright This fic is listed as a Narry fic, and it is, but it’s Narry friendship which made me giggle so so so much! hahaha It was so funny and the way Harry was described and Niall’s just...almost annoyance? I can’t even explain. It’s so much fun. 

Latching Onto You by @reminiscingintherain / reminiscingintherain This fic is pure fluff. Fluff and silliness and all things sweet and good. I was trying to find the best way to describe it and the first thing that came to mind was it was a bowl of sweet dessert and I finally realized it’s a parfait. It’s got layers, but all of it is sweet and soft and yummy. hahaha SO if that sounds like something amazing in a fic, then you defo wanna give this a read! 

Face Your Fears by @sadaveniren / SadaVeniren I’ll be honest, I finished this one around 2 am after a very long day and had to wake up too early again this morning, so I still haven’t fully computed this fic lollll Just know the pain is real, it is glorious, the journey the characters all take and the way Harry and Louis’ relationship grows is so incredible, I just... this fic is everything I’ve wanted in an a/b/o since I started reading a/b/o almost five years ago haha 

And that’s my very long fic list from this month! I hope you enjoy them as much as I did if you give them a try. And please remember to leave nice comments and kudos for the authors who work so hard to gift us with these stories! Happy reading :D

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[skiller0dani]

Love Me | Jack Kline

Summary: Amelia Winchester, daughter of Dean Winchester has fallen in love with the Nephilim. But she makes a mistake, and now she’s worried she’s lost him forever. Jack is faced for the first time with an emotion he’s never experienced- betrayal. 

Pairing: Jack Kline x Amelia Winchester (OC)

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Angst, Tears, Yelling, Possible Spoilers (S13+), Mentions of Sex, 

A/N: love Jack. hate that Supernatural is ending. oh and Jack and Amelia are together in this little thingy. also in this, Jack has his powers. 

possible part 2? lemme know if you want a part 2. 

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“Seriously? I’m 18 years old I am not a child anymore Dad!” Amelia yells, crossing her arms as she glowers at Dean. Dean rolls his eyes as he continues to pack his bag. “Amelia, this is not up for discussion. You’re staying here- we’ll be back in a few days.” Dean says finally, and Amelia shuts her mouth. She feels so frustrated and angry that she could explode. She follows Dean out to the map room, where Sam, Cas, and Jack have all prepared for the hunt. “Oh my God, you’re letting Jack go and not me?” Amelia yelled as she crossed her arms- ignoring the sheepish and guilty look on Jack’s face. Dean however doesn’t respond as he grabs the Impala’s keys from the table. “Daddy please?” Amelia begs but Dean presses a goodbye kiss to her forehead before he’s trudging up the stairs. “Be back soon.” Jack smiles as he leans down to press a kiss to her lips. Cas smiles as he follows Jack up the stairs but Sam stops in front of her. “Uncle Sammy, this isn’t fair.” Amelia whines and he smiles softly. “I’ll try to convince him to let you tag along on the next one okay?” He says finally and Amelia squeals in excitement as she nods happily. Amelia sighs as the bunker door swings shut and she’s left alone- again. She gets Dean is trying to protect her, but he can’t keep her from hunting forever. Amelia isn’t a helpless little girl anymore- and sometimes when Dean looks at her that’s all he sees. That beautiful little toddler with big green eyes sat on the motel bed waiting for him to return. But she’s not little anymore- and he hates that. 

Amelia slumps back against Sam’s bed, using his TV while he’s gone. She flips through the dvd’s he has when she finally picks to continue bingeing Game of Thrones. She’s a few episodes in when her phone goes off- a message from Alex. Alex is another hunter- a friend of Claire’s actually and when Amelia and Alex met they actually hit it off. you up? Amelia smiles as she types out a response. why? Amelia waits for a reply, and creases her eyebrows when she realizes how impatient she is for him to respond. She keeps checking her phone- Jack slipping further to the back of her mind. When her phone buzzes again she nearly falls off the bed in her hurry to grab it. wanna hang? She smiles, she totally forgot he’s been in Lebanon for a while. Amelia bites her lip as she texts him to come pick her up. She quickly skips to her room- putting on a low cut tank top and tight jeans. She fluffs her hair a bit- Jack being all but forgotten in her mind as she nearly runs up the stairs. Amelia hugs herself a bit as the chilly night air stings her bare arms. She rocks on her heels, looking around for Alex when she sees headlights from down the dirt road. “Hey you,” He smiles, his eyes gliding over her. Amelia slides into the passenger seat as she bites back a smile. “Hey yourself.” She says, dropping her eyelids in a seductive manner. She’s always been attracted to Alex- she wanted him the first time she laid eyes on him.

“I have a movie set up at my apartment.” He smiled, pushing his dark hair back and out of the way. Amelia licked her lips as she nodded, “better be a good one.” She said and Alex chuckled- his hand resting lazily on the steering wheel. To Alex’s defense, he has no idea Jack even exists or that Amelia is seeing anyone. The drive is shorter than Amelia was expecting, “so- how long you been in Lebanon?” She asks as they both exit his truck. Alex smiles as he falls into stride next to her towards an apartment, “few months. Been meaning to text you but shit’s been crazy lately.” Alex sighs, and Amelia can hear the distress in his tone but doesn’t comment on it. “Tell me about it.” Amelia agrees as they climb the stairs to the second floor. Alex unlocks the door to a small cozy apartment, sparsely decorated save a couch in the living room and a mattress in the corner. “Bedroom has been turned into an armory.” Alex laughs and Amelia chuckles as she looks around. “Homey.” Amelia jokes and Alex rolls his eyes as he sets his keys down on the kitchen table. “Guess I’m just used to not making roots anywhere. No furniture is easier when you have to pack up and leave every few months.” Alex explains and Amelia nods. Amelia looks over at Alex- his brown eyes contrasting sharply against his pale skin and light freckles. She feels her belly tingle when he glances over at her, “what?” He asks- a gentle look in his eyes. Without thinking Amelia pushes her lips against Alex’s, his hands finding their way around her waist. 

In a whirlwind of lips on skin, clothes coming off and purple hickey’s, Amelia sits naked on Alex’s lap, tearing open a condom wrapper with her teeth. She slides the condom over Alex before shoving the wrapper in the pocket of her jeans due to the lack of trashcan in Alex’s barren apartment. Moans echo off the walls and sweaty bodies collapse in a heap and drift off to sleep. When the sun wakes Amelia the next morning and she sees where she is, her heart drops. What was she thinking? How could she forget about Jack? “Oh my God,” She whispers to herself as tears well in her eyes. Amelia scrambles to pull her clothes back on and just as she’s buttoning her jeans she hears a groggy voice, “going already?” Alex asks with an easy smile. She closes her eyes and lets out a breath as she turns to look at him, “yeah um I have to go.” She chokes out but Alex sits up when he notices the tears in her eyes. Amelia turns and heads for the door, “wait. Amelia!” Alex calls as he tries to find his clothes. Amelia practically sprints down the stairs and begins the long walk back to the bunker. How could she do that to Jack? What the hell is wrong with her? Amelia loves Jack, she really does but sometimes she doesn’t think. Tears slide down her cheeks as she takes a path away from the main road so Alex won’t see her if he comes to look for her. Sobs choke through her as she stumbles her way to the bunker, guilt eating her up inside. 

She pushed open the door to the bunker, practically sprinting to her and Jack’s bedroom to take off her clothes. Once she yanks all her clothes off she fails to notice the opened condom packet lying on the floor. Amelia pulls on a pair of leggings with one of Dean’s Black Sabbath t-shirts just as the door to the bunker swings open. Amelia’s eyes pop open as she shoves all the clothes into the laundry basket- she quickly glances in the mirror before dabbing the hickey’s with concealer. Wiping any tears left marring her face Amelia slaps a smile on her face before she emerges in the map room to hear all the boys laughing and joking. “We are never doing that again.” Dean groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. Jack and Sam laugh as Cas blushes, “I mean that lady was more than willing to help you find your poor missing husband.” Sam teases as he glances between Dean and Cas. “Don’t know why we couldn’t say Cas was my brother.” Dean sighed, collapsing into one of the chairs around the map table. Jack smiles when he sees Amelia, immediately bringing her into his arms. Jack bury’s his face into her neck- feeling whole once again with her here in his arms. Amelia trembled as her eyes remained open with unshed tears threatening to build. “You okay princess?” Dean asked, his eyebrows pinching in concern. No matter what- Dean can always see right through her. Amelia nods as she pulls away from Jack, “yeah just need some water.” She flashes him a smile as she scrambles out of the room. 

“Is she okay?” Jack asks- with that sweet innocently confused look on his face. Dean shakes his head, “I dunno. I’ll check on her in a second. Need to give her space first.” Dean explains and Jack nods as he turns and heads to his and Amelia’s bedroom to unpack his bag. Jack pushes into the room, dropping his bag on the bed he sits on the end of it- rolling and cracking his neck. Something shiny catches his attention and when Jack looks down he feels more confused than he was before. Reaching down, he picks up the opened and empty condom wrapper. He knows for a fact that he and Amelia haven’t had sex in a while, so what would she need a condom for? Was she testing something she wanted them to try? Jack knew people put condoms on banana’s but he wasn’t quite sure why- he knows Dean will know though. Jack stands goes back out to the map room, where Sam, Dean and Cas are all still sitting. “Hey Dean, why do people put condoms on banana’s?” Jack asks abruptly as he enters the room. Dean’s eyebrows raise as he shifts his attention to Jack. “Uh why?” He asks and Jack lifts the empty condom wrapper. “I found this on the floor in mine and Amelia’s room. Me and Amelia haven’t had sex in a few weeks so I figured she put the condom on a banana- and I don’t know why.” Jack said innocently, confused when varying expressions of shock cross their faces. Dean was speechless for multiple reasons, he didn’t even know Amelia and Jack were sexually active and if they didn’t use the condom- what did she use it for? 

Dean looks to Sam for help, who in turn searches for an answer. “Um well...maybe she- uh bought more condoms and well.. uh- she probably wanted to see how big it was.” Sam lied with ease, feeling grateful Jack didn’t understand how awkward his question was. Jack nodded slowly, “oh, okay. Thank you.” He smiled as he turned and left the room and Sam swears he can feel his heart breaking. Once Jack was out of earshot Sam turns to Dean, “you don’t think she...cheated on him do you?” He asked but Dean was silent- he didn’t even know Amelia was capable of something so cruel. Dean stood without answering him, and headed to the kitchen- taking the wrapper with him. Amelia sat at the table, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to ignore the immense guilt coursing through her. “What the hell is this?” Dean snaps, tossing the wrapper down in front of her. Sure he was upset she was having sex so young, but he was more upset at the possibility that she cheated on Jack. Amelia’s eyes widened as she looked at Dean, “sorry that’s from me and Jack-” “Huh that’s funny because Jack was the one that found it and told me you two hadn’t- well.. done anything in a while.” Amelia’s eyes widened as her heart broke into a million pieces and dropped to her stomach. Jack saw this? “Dad I-” Dean crossed his arms, a look of anger and disbelief on his face. “Tell him Amelia Jean. Before I do.” Dean snaps, leaving the condom wrapper in front of her as he leaves the room. 

Amelia hovers outside the bedroom door. It’s not if Jack is going to find out, it’s when. Dean made it pretty clear that he would tell Jack if Amelia didn’t- and Amelia would prefer Jack heard it from her. In her own words. Opening the door she sees Jack staring at the snake, watching with wondering and curious eyes. “Hey! So did the condom fit the banana?” Jack asked with a smile but Amelia could barely even find the strength to look at him. “Jack, baby I have to tell you something.” Amelia said softly, sitting on the bed next to him. He waited for her to continue- concern etched onto his face. He can feel...anxiety rolling off her, but he can also feel guilt. Why would she feel guilty? “I...I uh made a mistake... and I- um,” She trailed off, her voice becoming thick with tears. “That’s okay! I make mistakes all the time.” Jack smiles, reaching out and grabbing her hand. He hopes this makes her feel better- but much to his dismay, it doesn’t. “This isn’t that kind of mistake Jack, what I’m trying to say is that I- uh..” She looks up at him, seeing the small smile on his face and the twinkle in his eyes make tears slide down her cheeks. “I...” “Do you want me to look? I can look into your memories if that would make you feel better!” Jack offered but Amelia immediately shook her head no. Actually seeing it would destroy him. “I had sex with someone else.” Amelia blurted, the words tumbling from her mouth. Jack slouches back, confusion written all over his face. “Someone other than me?” He asked and Amelia bit back tears as she nodded. “But I thought that when two people were together and in love that they’re only supposed to have sex with each other?” Jack asked, genuinely confused. A sickly nauseating feeling rolled in his stomach and rippled through his entire body- making him feel heavy all over. 

“They are..I- I just made a mistake Jack,” Amelia started but Jack stood, his hands finding their way to his hair. He didn’t say anything, he began to pace back and forth- not understanding fully what was going on but understanding that he was really upset she had sex with somebody else. “But...but I love you, and I don’t want to have sex with anybody else. Do you not love me?” He asked, his eyes glassy as he looked back at her. Amelia released a sob as she felt the broken pieces of her heart break further as he said that, “no Jack I do love you. I love you so much baby.” She cried but Jack didn’t answer her- nor did he want to. Jack felt a pain through his chest when he imagines someone else seeing her naked- and hearing her moan. A crippling feeling washes over him when he realizes that someone else made her feel good, someone other than him. “I want to know who.” Jack said in a shaky voice, not looking at her. Amelia shook her head, wringing her hands together as tears fell down her cheeks. How could she do this to him. The lights began to flicker as Jack got more and more upset, and Dean looked up and he knew that she told him. “Tell me!” He yelled, his eyes golden as he got angry. When Amelia didn’t answer he pressed his fingers to her temple and watched the memory- seeing Alex and where he lived. When he pulled away he threw the door open, tears down his cheeks as Amelia sat gasping on their bed. “Jack?” Sam asked as Jack entered the map room and headed for the stairs. Dean stood but Jack paused on the first step, “she...she had sex with someone else.” Dean sighed as he approached Jack, he hated seeing Jack so- upset. 

“I know bud, I know.” Dean said, reaching out to place a hand on Jack’s shoulder. Jack looked back at Dean with an expression so broken, it actually brought tears to Dean’s eyes. “I want that guy dead Dean, he- he...” Jack paused before his shoulders began to shake with tears. Dean pulled him in for a tight hug as he wished he could will away Jack’s pain. Amelia watched with a broken heart from the doorway as Jack cried. “I know Jack, I know.” Dean said as he rubbed Jack’s back and slowly Dean pulled him down the stairs. “I trusted her!” Jack yelled, his eyes golden again as the lights in the room burst and books flew off the shelves. Jack collapsed to his knees, “I trusted her.” He whispered and Dean kept a hand on his shoulder as Jack leaned against him- and continued to cry. 

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[bloodiedskirtts]

Magnetic Demeanour | Sweetener

Summary:  After moving back to Florida in the middle of a heat wave, things seem to be getting worse and worse. The only thing to make her days any better is her neighbour, Frank. With neither of them willing to admit that they can’t get enough of each other, a pesky shower malfunction may be the only way for them to tell each other how they feel.

Pairing: Frank Adler x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Smut, 18+ mentions of cheating, Gifted spoilers 

A/N: My first post for my Sweetener series, based on the song Blazed! 

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Feedback is always appreciated! Thanks for reading. I hope you guys like it! Gif not mine, credit to owner.

Moving back to Florida was never in her plans. It wasn’t something she dreamed of when she left as soon as she finished high school. She had big dreams, but big dreams don’t always come through. And after waiting tables for a few years in New York, she found that out the hard way. She couldn’t afford rent in New York - who could? But she had been lucky enough to meet a guy at a bar one night. He had clearly been slumming it and things moved pretty quickly. It wasn’t long before she was moving into his Upper East Side townhouse.

He brought her to all these fancy parties, introducing him to all his friends in publishing. And when she thought things couldn’t get any better, she walked in on him fucking another women. She had no other choice but to pack up her things and go. And off she went back to Florida. She hadn’t given up her dreams. She was going to be a writer, a published one some day. But instead of meeting with publishers in New York, she would write her American classic in her trailer in Florida.

And that’s what she was doing for the past two months, she worked in the local diner for the morning and lunch shift. And she wrote in the evening. On her old busted laptop. And if she was lucky she got to ogle her neighbour, Frank. He was a good guy, she knew that. Just from the way he acted around his niece. Roberta had explained everything to her when she moved in. She had invited the new girl around for dinner and Mary had barged in. She told her about the custody battle, about why Mary was so special and about Frank. How special Frank was.

‘Not many men would do that, ya know,’ she said as she served her another helping, her plate piling full of food.

And she would sometimes watch as Frank played with Mary in the backyard. Sometimes she would watch as he stumbled home on a Friday night with another girl from the bar. And she would turn off her lights, and head to bed alone once again. She would usually say hi to him as she walked past him on her way home from work. And as the weeks went past they would exchange pleasantries. Nothing too serious. But she was just so drawn to him. She even wrote about him.

Not in a creepy way.

Okay, how could it not be in a creepy way?

It was sweltering hot outside and she could feel the sweat dripping down the canal between her breasts. Florida summers were the worst, especially in a tiny trailer. She let out a hiss as she stood, her shorts sticking to her, the same way her white tank top was clinging to her skin. It was time for a shower. She stepped the few feet into her bathroom, to turn on the shower.

And nothing.

Not a single drop of water came out of the nozzle. So there she was standing in her bra and panties, and she no other choice but to head outside to figure out what was happening with her water. Wrapping a towel around her frame, she marched out. Right into Frank Adler’s board chest.

‘Shit, Frank! Sorry!’ she gasped, the words falling from her plump lips that mesmerised Frank everytime they talked. He tried to avoid her on Fridays. Because he knew that he wanted to be spending the night with her. He had a schoolboy crush on her ever since she moved in. He had seen her, unloading her shitty car under the sweltering sun two months ago. The way the sweat rolled down her skin set him on edge. And he wanted to lick every part of her body.

He was attracted to like a magnetic.

And he had no idea that she felt that pull just as strongly!

He was on his way to the bar to try and forget her by getting another woman under him. It hadn’t worked, he had moaned her name twice now when he was with someone else. Not his finest moment. But hell, he couldn’t get the image of her in her Daisy Dukes and lowcut tops out of his head. He was obsessed with her. In a non-creepy way. Well...

Now she was standing before him, covering herself with a towel. Her hair falling around her face, and her bra strap falling down her shoulder. He was fucked.

‘You in trouble, Y/N?’ he asked, bringing his eyes back to hers rather than her mouth or her cleavage.

‘My water is off for some reason. I paid the bills so I don’t know why it ain’t working,’ she said with a sigh.

‘I can take a look at it for you?’ he suggested.

‘Naw, you’re headed out. I’m sure you have better things to do than help me on Friday night.’

‘Nothing I would rather do,’ he replied with a quirk of his lips. ‘Look, Mary isn’t home. How about you hop in my shower and I will try my darnedest to fix yours. Scouts honour.’

She laughed at how sincere he was being, but thanked him. 

‘That sounds amazing, this heat is driving me insane. I need to shower for my own sanity and for everyone else in this trailer park. I’m sure I stink,’ she rambled, mentally cursing herself.

Frank just smiled at her, ‘Naw, you’re perfect. Go grab your stuff and then you can head over to mine. Same layout as yours, take your time. I won’t interrupt.’

So she did, she took her time washing off the sweat from her body, running her fingers through her hair. Wishing it was Frank, lathering soaps into her locks, kissing over her skin, making her eyes roll back in her head.

Oh, God, she needed to stop. Turning off the water, she stepped out of the shower and began to towel herself off. The bathroom was so tiny, she was afraid that she would break something. So she decided to open the door, Frank was still fixing her shower, what was the harm.

Well, the harm was she opened the door, standing butt naked in the middle of his bathroom, and Frank was walking into his trailer. His body was now covered in a soft sheen of sweat, his torso exposed as he had unbuttoned his shirt as he worked, his dirty blonde hair damp with the humidity. And his eyes were blown wide with lust. He stuttered over his words as she covered herself frantically with her towel.

Both of them were shouting apologies at one another.

‘The bathroom was too small.’

‘I came to grab some more tools’

But it didn’t matter the damage was done. Frank no longer had to imagine what she looked like naked, he knew and his dick was sprinting to life. He could feel it fighting against the constraints of his jeans. And now her eyes were focusing on the bulge in his trousers.

‘Frank...’

‘Y/N, I am so sorry. I-I just...’

How could he explain this? 

Fuck it!

He crossed the small trailer to stand in front of her and before she could say another word, his lips were crashing against hers in a dominant and passionate kiss. A kiss that sucked all the air from her lungs, a kiss that had her knees weak, a kiss that made her moan and fall against him. Tongues and teeth clashed as hands explored over their bodies. Her towel was discarded, as she pushed Frank’s printed shirt off his shoulders. He was maneuvering her out of the bathroom, towards his bedroom. 

She fell back onto the bed, a gasp falling from her lips as he climbed on top of her.

‘I-I don’t usually do this,’ she whispered as he began to kiss down her neck, living a line of hickies over her skin.

He chuckled, ‘I wish I could say the same but...’

‘Yea, I see your Friday night conquests,’ she teased, a soft gasp escaping her lips as his mouth latched around her hardened nipples. He paid attention to her breasts, his hands kneaded the one that wasn’t being licked, nipped and kissed. And after he had left enough hickies over one, he moved on to the next. She was a whimpering mess and she thought that she may cum from just his attention on her breasts.

She rubbed her legs together in a desperate attempt to get friction for her aching core. Something that didn’t go unnoticed by Frank, who quickly made his move from her breasts to her core.

‘Oh baby girl,’ he groaned, ‘you are absolutely drippin’.’

‘Do ya blame me?’ she replied, rolling her hips up to his mouth.

He tutted playfully before diving in, his tongue dipping into her core making her moan out. Loud enough to wake up half the trailer park, and he didn’t stop. His tongue dipping in and out of her aching core, bringing her to the brink but not letting her fall over.

Not until his tongue flicked over her clit and she couldn’t hold back any longer. Her fingers twisted in his dirty blonde hair, her legs tightening around his head as his beard tickled her inner thighs. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she reached her peak. With another loud whine, she came, her hips jerking into his face. And when she had rode out her high, Frank pulled away, just not to overstimulate her. And his face and beard were soaked with her release making her blush.

‘Aw, hun!’ he cooed, ‘Don’t be shy. Ain’t nothing prettier than your face when it reaches it peak. Lemme see if I can see it again.’

She laughed at his bravado, but didn’t complain as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to him. He shucked his jeans and boxers off quickly and her eyes widened at the sight of him. His length stood to attention from a tuft of black curls and her mouth was watering at the sight of it. She moved to take him in her mouth, but he pushed her back on the bed. 

‘Nuh-uh sweetie, not this time. I need to be in you as soon as I can,’ he groaned as he moved to grab a condom from his night stand. It didn’t take long until he had rolled it down his considerable length. And all she could think was ‘not this time’ meaning that this wasn’t any Friday night fling. He wanted to do this again. She almost laughed at the thought, but all thoughts were pushed out of her head as he pushed inside her. And she cried out, her back arching, her hand stretching behind her to grip the comforter. He began to thrust in and out of her slowly, her moans growing louder and louder. 

The noises she made just egged him on, turned him on even more, and his hips quickened, snapping against hers. And his hand went from by her head to grip the headboard of his bed, giving him more traction so he could continue his brutal pace. He needed to hear those sweet moans, they were music to his ears. He had never in his life heard anything so sweet and he wanted to hear it as much as possible. 

Her moans were growing louder as she could feel her second orgasm fast approach. She never had much luck with guys making her cum in the past. And here he was, her devilishly handsome neighbour, who was sweet and kind and perfect. Actually perfect. Her fingers dug into his back, as her back arched and his name moaned as she came once again. Her release covering Frank’s dick as he continued to fuck her roughly. Drawing her orgasm out and before she could even think, propelling her into her third. 

The feeling of her tightening around his cock not once but twice was driving him nuts. He knew he couldn’t hold his orgasm off for much longer and when she moaned his name again he finally released. Her name falling from his lips as he collapsed on top of her. 

They lay there breathing for a moment, before Frank rolled off her, dumping the condom and cleaning himself and her up.

‘I-I should go,’ she whispered, beginning to get up.

‘You don’t have to. Mary won’t be back until after twelve tomorrow. I would really like you to stay and then maybe we could go see a movie or something tomorrow evening. If you aren’t busy!’ 

She smiled, snuzzling into his chest as they both lay down in his bed.

‘Yea, yea, I would really like that.’

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[alleiradayne]

Save a Horse

Summary: Dean and Donna argue about a song, and Donna gets an idea. Square Filled: Dean/Donna Warnings/Tags: Fluff. Smut. Fluids. Oral (female receiving) hinted. Pegging. Seriously, if this isn’t your bag, turn back now. Because SPOILER ALERT, Donna’s about to fuck Dean in the ass with a strap-on. Characters/Pairings: Dean Winchester/Donna Hanscum Word Count: 2,257 A/N:  For @spnkinkbingo. Beta’d by @atc74 Song: Save A Horse by Big & Rich

Two chords.

Two lousy, boring chords had completely ruined the mood. And right when things were starting to heat up, too. That shitty song just had to come on shuffle. Why did he even have it on his phone? Dean made a mental note to delete it later. Maybe she’d ignore it. Maybe, if he kissed her a little harder, held her a little closer, she would never notice. Those hopes fled when Donna parted from him and glared, first at the speakers on his dresser, then at him, her hand pressed to his chest.

They'd stolen away to his room after a heated moment over a drink in the kitchen. Donna straddled his lap where he sat on his bed, her pants undone and wrapped in his arms. Quite content to take things as slowly as they could stand it, Dean wanted her begging for him before he went any further. Damn that song. With Donna glaring at him, he couldn't help himself; a long, lurid look lingered on her red lips, smeared by their incessant kissing, and then drifted down to the plunging neckline of her t-shirt. But then a scoff drew his attention back up and Donna rolled her eyes so hard, he wondered if Sam had taught her his technique. He grinned, a feeble attempt at winning her over, only to have the opposite effect when the lyrics kicked in.

I walk into the room

Passing out hundred-dollar bills…

“I hate this damn song.”

Donna tried to stand from his lap, but Dean held her fast, grip tight on her ass. “Oh, c’mon, it's not that bad,” he lied.

She raised a questioning eyebrow. “It’s a shitty song and you know it.”

The chorus passed in a strum of the same two chords, plus an added D major for whatever reason. The sixteen-bar phrase, while catchy, left much to be desired musically. But that wasn't the point. “It's just a silly sing about innuendos.”

“Yeah, boring innuendos,” Donna huffed as she stood, and Dean let her go. She stopped in the middle of his room, hands on her hips as she spoke, seemingly to no one in particular as she stared at his bed. “Oh, yeah, ride a cowboy, har har, so clever, like nobody's ever thought of a woman on top before,” she said, sarcasm dripping from her every word.

“Hey,” Dean started as he followed her. “I love it when you ride me, it's hot as hell. Get to see the D-Train in action. That…” he paused in the wake of a lewd mental image. With a shudder, he continued. “That does things for me.”

Donna rolled her eyes as she zipped up her pants. “Sure, it does, but why write a song about it? Not like it’s anything fancy as far a sex goes.”

Fancy? “Is there… something you're not telling me?”

“What?” The blush that slashed across her nose betrayed her lie. “No! The song is dumb, that's all I meant.”

Dean approached her with slow steps as he spoke. “You know, this cowboy could use a little riding.”

Donna scoffed again as he wrapped her in his arms, but she embraced him all the same. “What do you want me to do about it?” she teased.

He hummed a pleased sigh through his nose at the thought of her on top of him again. “I've wanted you since we got back to the Bunker tonight,” he said as he slipped his hand into her hair. “Please?”

She opened her mouth to reply but his lips landed on hers for a long, tender kiss. Donna all but melted in his arms, her hands smoothing along his shoulders, his neck, and settling in his hair. And Dean drowned there in that ineffable sea of want, willingly lost within her.

When Donna parted from him, he found the glimmer in her eye, and his heart skipped a beat. “You want me to ride you, cowboy?”

An awkward guffaw of a laugh burst from his lips. “Oh, I do.”

“Give me a minute? I wanna… put something else on for you,” she said.

Dean raised his own curious brow at that. “Did you bring sexy underwear with you?”

Donna grinned a wicked grin as she led him to his door. “Something like that,” she said. “Sound good?”

He slipped through the door with a wink and smile, not another word wasted. As he waited in the hallway, he wondered what she had in store for him. Probably red. Or black. Or both. Shit, that’d be pretty damn hot. Red and black lace. Yeah, that sounded like something she would do for him. Donna had a tough exterior but a layer or two in he had found nothing but soft and sweet. And with the image of her in a lacy number for him permeating his fantasies, he knew she had a subtly sinful side of her that she had yet to reveal.

“Ready,” she called through the door.

He twisted the knob and he rushed in before she finished speaking, so eager to see her. When he found her with her back to the door, his jaw fell slack. She wore all black lace—close enough—with a revealing thong and a high belt over her hips. With a slow turn, she faced him, and Dean startled.

It wasn't a thong or a garter belt that cinched her waist like he had thought. The leather straps that fastened about her hips supported an eight-inch dildo, thick with all sorts of ridges and nubs and bumps. Blank as a clean canvas, Dean struggled to form any coherent thought as he stared.

“Saddle up, cowboy.”

For one bewildered breath, Dean drank her in, then leaped into action. He strode to the bedside table and wrenched open a draw from which he dug out a condom and lube. He tossed both on the mattress and tore his shirt over his head but paused when he found Donna frozen at the foot of his bed.

“Are we… not doing this?” he asked.

Donna’s entire face scrunched and had no right to look as cute as it did when she replied with her own question. “You want me to peg you?”

Dean flipped apart his belt and stripped it from his pants. “I mean, I probably never would have asked. Not something I ever expected from you.”

“What did you expect?” she asked as she rounded the end of the bed. “A sweet, innocent Midwestern girl?”

Dean doubled over with laughter. “Oh, hell no. You guys are freaks in bed. Got a kinky streak a mile wide. What else do you during those long winters?”

Donna smiled her sweet smile, the one he'd fallen in love with. “All sorts of things.”

“Well that's obvious now,” Dean started as he unzipped his pants. “Where do you want me?”

His room pitched with a sudden dizzying force. Damn cops. Donna moved faster than lightning, and before Dean had a chance to react, he found himself doubled over on the bed, one arm pinned to the small of his back. Over his shoulder, Donna grinned ear to ear with a subtle quirk of her brow.

“Right here is perfect,” she said as she loosened her grip on his wrist. The press of her hips pinned his thighs to the bed and Dean sucked a breath through his clenched teeth. “What do you think?” she asked.

With his hand free, Dean slipped his jeans over his ass, then tossed the condom over his shoulder. “I think I'm in over my head, but I'm gonna love every minute of it.”

The crinkle of the wrapper rustled behind him, followed by a beat of silence. He reached for the lube, but Donna leaned into him with a gentle hand on his hip and snatched it up before he touched it. With the weight of her pressing into him, the hard length of her dildo spread his cheeks and Dean grunted as his own cock strained against the fabric of his boxer briefs.

“You sure you wanna do this?” Donna asked. “You’re… shaking.”

Was he? He hadn’t noticed. But once Donna mentioned it, he felt the subtle quake in his knees. And then there was the ache between his thighs, that wondrously terrifying anticipation of the unknown hardening his cock.

Her touch returned to his hip, smoothed over his cheek, and Donna asked, “Dean? You okay?”

“Yeah, I'm… I'm good,” he stated. “I'm ready.”

“Just… lemme know if you wanna stop, okay?” she added as she hooked her fingers into the waist of his underwear.

Dean only nodded as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. He didn't dare trust his voice as the cool air of the Bunker pebbled his skin. He heard a click of plastic, then felt the warmth of Donna's fingers coated in lube slip between his cheeks.

“I'm not made of glass, honey, you don't have to be so gentle,” he said through gritted teeth.

Her touch firmed as she spoke. “You like it a little rough?”

His mouth opened to respond but no words came out. Instead, a short squawk slipped through his lips, and without a thought, his hand flew to the base of his cock to steady himself. Or at least, he hoped to find some balance there. As the tip of Donna's dildo pressed to his hole, Dean moaned, and his shaking body stilled.

“Dean? You with me?” she asked.

“I’m here,” he sighed into the mattress, fist gathering the sheets.

He waited for more, for words of reassurance or comfort, but none ever came. Instead, a full, spreading sensation overwhelmed Dean and his jaw fell slack. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as each inch of that thick cock slipped inside him. The cool leather of the harness met his ass as Donna settled into him, her firm, confident hands on his hips.

“I expected anything but silence,” Donna said in her deep alto.

A clarifying breath filled his lungs. “Sorry,” he grunted. “I'm… Christ, I can't even think straight.”

She rolled her hips, a long withdraw followed by a quick, smooth thrust. “I kinda like seeing you this way.”

Dean growled through gritted teeth. “What way is that?”

“A helpless, writhing, whimpering mess,” Donna cooed.

Despite his desire to responded with his wit, Dean only moaned, drowned in the exhilarating rush. Those sensations, spread and filled, were nothing new to him. But knowing it was Donna that towered behind him, pinned his hips to the bed and filled his ass, hardened his cock unlike anything else. And as she set her pace, he matched her with the strokes of his shaft, hurtling towards his climax.

“Harder, Dee,” he growled. “Give it to me.”

Donna’s moan rumbled through him, echoed in her biting fingertips as she deepened her grasp of his ass. Her thrusts came faster with a snap of her hips as they smacked against his thighs. Over his shoulder he found her jaw slack and stray waves of her blonde hair cascading over her face. The sight of her, so powerful and presiding over every sensation he experienced, ignited his arousal as if he had tossed gasoline on a bonfire.

The ache in his balls swelled with each of her thrusts, her choice of dildo stroking his hole with such perfection, he nearly wept. Blasphemous nonsense fell from his lips as he praised and cursed her, an endless stream of begging for more and anticipation. It all culminated in a single moment when his toes curled in his boots as Donna relentlessly pounded into him, and his climax hit him with that same unrelenting force.

The first flex yielded nothing. But the second followed expectantly, and a long white rope of his cum shot from his cock to land on his bed. More hard twitches succeeded, each with their own strings of his fluids, and at long last, the moan stuck in his throat burst from his lips. That long, high wail descended into a string of curses before he begged Donna to stop.

Slumped onto the bed, Dean merely breathed, exhausted from not only the overwhelming rush but his expedient orgasm. The bed shifted as Donna sprawled beside him, and Dean turned to look upon her. A smug grin spread across her lips, far too pleased with herself.

“Not that I’m making fun of you,” Donna said under her breath as she smoothed the sweat on his brow, “but that was quick.”

Dean laughed as he wrapped an arm around her and, with a less than graceful tug, jerked her flush to his chest. Donna didn’t protest and instead, placed a quick kiss to his lips. When they parted, Dean said, “I don’t care how fast it was, that was fucking amazing. I owe you.”

Donna beamed, positively radiant in her confidence. “I accept payment in the following forms: oral, vaginal sex, or anal.”

Fast as she had pinned him before, Dean flipped her atop him, her thighs straddling his hips. Before she had a chance to respond, he slid between her legs with his arms overhead, and unbuckled her strap-on to toss aside on the bed. Inches from his mouth hovered her sopping cunt, and a hungry lick of his lips sucked the breath from her lungs as Donna gasped. Under her strong thighs, Dean wrapped his arms and neared her flesh as he spoke.

“Saddle up, little lady. You’re gonna ride this cowboy after all.”

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Dean’s Dames:

@supernatural-jackles

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[quilloftheclouds]

11/11/11 (... x7???)

You guys really love this tag game, huh? XD Tagged by @madammuffins, @bigmoodword, @shadeshadow234, @writeouswriter, @bookenders, @kaisha-writes, and @penzag.

Rules: Answer 11 (77 in this case??) questions, tag 11 people, write 11 new questions.

Taggin’ taggin’ @scottishhellhound​ @i-rove-rock-n-roll​ @capricious-writes​ @writerlyclaire​ @bookenders​ @kidsarentallwrite​ @inexorableblob​ @vieliwrites​​ @abalonetea​ @runningonrain​ @candy687​

Oof. It’s my own fault for letting these gather dust for so long. QUICKFIRE QUESTION ROUND. (And super duper long post below the cut.)

Okay first up I’m gonna post up my 11 questions for tagged people to complete up here so y’all don’t have to scroll all the way through my nonsense:

1. Put yourself in your wip(s). Are you dead? Why or why not? 2. What is your favourite kind of scene to write? 3. What genre is your favourite to write in? 4. What genre do you want to/wish you could write in? 5. Which of your ocs outfits would you consider wearing yourself? 6. What’s the worst thing you’ve done to your ocs (out of context if spoilers)? 7. What’s the nicest thing you’ve done to your ocs? 8. Does your writing style have any characteristic traits? What are they? 9. What are three things you think you’re good at in writing? (NO SKIPPING OF THIS QUESTION ALLOWED) 10. Do you listen to music/white noise while writing? What kind? 11. Come up with joke titles for your wips. What are they?

And now let’s get started!

Do you title your chapters, why/why not? Do they pertain to what happens in the chapter or are they random? I do! I may actually post them all up at some point, I had a lot of fun coming up with them, and I find them clever? A lot of them are puns, it’s great. All except the first and last chapter are titled with one word, related to the ocean or ships, alluding and symbolizing something that happens in that chapter. I made it a sort of word search, too, since every chapter title appears somewhere important in that chapter! As for why? I think it adds to the reading experience, especially with the way I employ them!

Do your main characters seem to have common traits or characteristics? Uhhhh, uh? Huh. Lemme see. I tried to be pretty creative and use a lot of variance in my characters, but sometimes they just... end up that way, whether I want them to or not. Dione and Phoenix are both tall? Both Phoenix and Colin can be pretty friendly and have the same sort of attitude towards certain things. Other than that, I’m not sure!

Why do you think this is? Honestly, it’s likely more coincidence than anything. Also because Phoenix and Colin both work on a ship’s crew, and they have to work well with other people because of that.

Do you borrow real life people or parts of real life people to insert into your novels? Why/why not? Yes. From me especially. Probably subconsciously from other people. It happens! But also, relatability. Accuracy.

Do you stick to a word count in your novels/chapters? Why? Used to, don’t now. It can really add to the tension if a chapter is very short. It can hold the reader in suspense if it’s very long!

What do you want your book to say to those who read it? What do you think your book says about you? Uh. I mean. I’m a simple writer who just likes sharing my worlds with the world, yunno? Maybe when I get further into writing it, I’ll realize what. (But I hope it shows I’m an interesting person that cares about representation and sharing exciting stories??? Mebe?)

If your WIP gets published and goes far would you sign over your rights for a movie adaptation, even if it means it gets butchered like the Eragon (or similar) series did? Ohhh gosh. Yeah no. I’d wait until I was sure it wouldn’t be. I’m not in this for the money or fame, I’m here for the enjoyment of it and the helping others through sharing stories with people they can relate to. Especially those that don’t have much to relate to already.

What is your favorite kind of character chemistry to write? Sexual tension, anger, resentment, jealousy? What about it do you like so much? I really like softness. Someone trying to cheer someone up, nice caring-ness and encouragement through humour and inside jokes. Gives me warm feelings. Oh. That sounds a lot like Colin.

Which settings are your favorites? Chill cafe, Gorey battle field? Why? I like natureeee. A lot. IRL and in writing. I especially enjoy fascinating, eccentric and magical seeming places even if they’re not magical! Think the Giant’s Causeway in Ireland, or the Ice Caves of Baffin Island. That sort of thing.

What element represents your main character and why? HAH SPOILERS. Elements play a major part of OSS, my friend. How about I just put the elements, and you decide who’s who. Earth, Fire, Storm, Forest.

If you could pick an AU for your WIP (alternate universe) for a fan work, what au would you choose and why would you choose it? AKJHKDJSH I’VE ALREADY PLANNED OUT MY OWN AUs, MY FRIEND. My fave at the moment is magical modern spies. Because a lot of my characters are immortal and I love to imagine what they would be like in modern times! ...Oh wait, that’s not what au means. -u-

1. Who was your first OC? Of One Siren’s Soul’s cast, Celestine! Overall, that I can remember... a German scientist/mechanical engineer named Suin Omera. Ah, so many memories. 2. What was the first story you ever wrote? That I can remember... a little short story for school about a girl who lost her dad and discovered he had been secretly living in the arctic for a long time so she goes to try and find him? I don’t remember much about it. ^^’ 3. What book (or other piece of media) has most inspired you? AH. Most??? Literally the unpublished books of my two closest friends. @waterfallwritings​, I’m looking at you. >u> 4. How do you fight writer’s block? Badly. 5. What is your favorite genre to write in and why? Fantasy and sci-fi! Or a mix. You can find a more full answer here. 6. How would you describe your writing style? Uhhhh, I have a very action-y writing style? Unless the sort of mood requires, I don’t tend to use a lot of description and I more often focus on action and dialogue and character thoughts/narrative. It’s fitting to what I write, I suppose, because it’s an action packed pirate adventure, with a lot of focus on character. 7. In general, do you think you’d get along with your protagonists? Phoenix and Colin are nice. Dione maybe after a long while, since we both like literature and plants. Celestine... no one ever gets along with Celestine. 8. What do you love most about your WIPs? Oh. I uh. Wow. I only have one right now, but I like characters and their interactions and their thoughts on each other. But mostly I just love how far I’ve come already. That the wip even exists. ^^’ 9. What is your favorite character trope? Ah. Not good with tropes... I reblogged something on this a while ago, but that scene where someone spends forever taking out a comically massive amount of weapons from unexpected places on their person? That’s fun. 10. What is your least favorite character trope? Mmmm hmm. Hm. Mostly ones that discriminate or are based on negative stereotypes. Some of them can be done well, but not... many. 11. What’s an upcoming scene you’re excited to write? Someone’s gettin’ STABBED.

What was your first character like? See in an earlier question ^^^

What’s your most recent character like? Oh, this is neat. Who’s my most recent character? Uhhhh, um. I think it’s actually... I don’t have a name for them yet, but it’s a young siren that appears in book two that helps our main cast on their adventure!

Out of all of your characters, who’s the least human in appearance? Hehe. HEH. Oohhhh, this would definitely be Light. You don’t know who that is yet.

Who’s your worst character, and what would you do upon meeting them? Worst? The Scientist. Punch to the face.

If you could meet any of your characters, who would you choose? Uh. It’d be really cool to meet Forest! You don’t know who that is yet, either. ^^

Two of your characters from different WIPs meet! How do they get along? I don’t currently have another wip, but from my prospective wip at the moment, meeting... Celestine. Surprisingly it wouldn’t be the worst, because both would just start nerding out about each other’s technology.

Which out of your OCs just wants to live life out peacefully? George is so done with this trash.

Which one of your OCs is most definitely not living their life out peacefully? I want to say George again for the jokes, but the worst off at the moment is probably Dione. Sorry, Dione!

Is there any songs that make you think specifically of any of your characters? Ohhhh yeah. I’ll likely be making a full post for that at some point, and that’s also on each characters part of the wip page, but to save time, have this.

Which one of your OCs actually had a pretty good childhood? Dione had a relatively normal childhood, for the pretty-near equivalent of a princess. That is, of course, until she turned 24.

Who would have a fistfight with god out of spite? This actually happens. This ACTUALLY HAPPENS IN MY WIP. It’s Celestine.

1. What’s the weirdest thing you were ever inspired by for one of your WIPs?

Hmmmm, I mean tardigrades are pretty weird, right? Also awesome. They’re one of the most resilient known animals, able to survive both some of the highest AND the lowest temperatures known to have ever been survived by an organism? Awesome.

2. Do any of your OCs have famous face claims? If so, who are they?

Colin’s face claim is Booboo Stewart! He’s pretty famous?

3. What’s your favourite season and why?

Autumn. Pretty colours, perfect temperatures with a small jacket/sweater, and you get to experience the whole range of seasons from early Fall to late!

4. Do you have any superstitions?

Despite being a very logically, scientifically minded person... I am a Maritimer, and superstitions are huge. Never ever say before you go fishing that you’re definitely going to catch something. You’ll be skunked.

5. Rural, suburbs, city, in which do you live and which do you most often write about?

I guess I most write about rural, since... wait, what does the open ocean count as?? Anyways, I live in the suburbs.

6. What’s your favourite book series?

I dunno ‘bout favourites, but I like The Edge Chronicles by Paul Stewart and Chris Riddell.

7. Is there a book/series that ever left you intensely disappointed? (Or one that left you pleasantly surprised?)

Uh... I mean, The Hunger Games was actually really good, but I was disappointed by the public’s focus on the love triangle?

8. What’s one of the weirdest/funniest out of context lines from your WIPs?

“Don’t tell me the boatswain has got ‘imself into the rum store again.”

9. A movie/show that made you cry? (Unless you’re dead inside)

AHHAH I AM DEAD INSIDE AND TRULY A FICTIONAL SOCIOPATH. But, I think Simon Birch is one I can recall getting misty eyed from.

10. What movies or books or shows do you think are criminally underrated?

Uuhhhhhh Treasure Planet is one? I’m not good at this one. OH. You wanna know some shows I loved way too much from my childhood? Hot Wheels: Battle Force Five, and Storm Hawks. I was a terrible nerd.

11. Which fictional character would you like to steal borrow from any world for a crossover with your own WIP?

Ehheee, honestly, I could work with anything, pretty much. But the magic system colliding with the Avatar from The Last Airbender? Ehehehe, that would be hilarious.

Do you own and fun socks? What are they? My best friend love fun socks, and for my birthday she got me some: I have two pairs, a black pair with colourful gardening tools on them, and one with little labelled garden herbs on them. They’re adorable and I love them. ^u^

How many notebooks do you have? What do they look like? How full are they? HAH. SO MANY. Most are sketchbooks, but out of notebooks, I have... three? One’s for schoolwork, one’s full of old writing, and one is for OSS notes.

Grab the book nearest you. Turn to page 70 (or 16 if it’s a tiny book). What is the 8th line on that page? How do you feel about it? Brown Girl in the Ring by Nalo Hopkinson: I haven’t actually had the opportunity to start reading it yet, but here: “She’d never seen him at work, never experienced him as the type of person who could tend to another’s needs.” Considering I have no idea what’s going on... I have no idea?

Have you read any short stories? What’s your favorite? I’m not much of a short story reader, but there was a really cool one from a sci-fi compilation (that I can’t remember the name of). It was about time travelling and how it had already been invented, but because no one could ever go back in time, they could only go forward, no one had realized. It was kind of sad, now that I think of it, since the MCs ended up trying to travel back to their time when warned against it and they end up alone in the far future. Whoops.

Have you ever tried knitting? Do you still knit? What about other crafty things? What do you make? I tried it when I was back at home, but at the moment I don’t have the materials! As for crafts, I’m trying to get into bookbinding, card making... other sort of paper crafts. ^^

Of the books in your living space right now, which has the coolest cover? I’m sad now because I basically have no physical books here... aw. Um, The Cloud Collector’s Handbook by Gavin Pretor-Pinney is really pretty. Pastels and colourful skies and clouds are my favourite~

Do you know any camp songs? What did you used to sing in school, or at recess? Oh stars. I’m a Cub Scout Leader, my friend. OF COURSE I know camp songs. What did I used to sing in school? What’s the one with the “That’s the way, uh huh, uh huh/I like it, uh huh, uh huh” with the special clapping? That one. What’s that?

What’s your favorite fairy tale? How would you twist it? Well technically OSS includes some twists from The Little Mermaid, so does that count?

Are there any cool local events where you live? Ah, well daily we have the highest tides in the world. That’s pretty cool, huh?

What’s your favorite sea creature? Sea snakes. They’re deadly and pretty.

Do you like turtles? Why? Yes! YES! Turtles are adorable. Don’t put your finger near a Snapping Turtle’s mouth though.

1. If you could meet one author for lunch, who would it be?

Ooh, I’m bad about this. Say time travelling is an option: Roald Dahl. That would be amazing.

2. What are your thoughts on visual stories? (apps like Choices: Stories You Play, Episode, etc.)

Ah, I don’t really have much experience with them at all, so I can’t really say anything!

3. What was the first book to make you cry?

Have I ever cried at a book? Uhhhh... I may not have. Whoops.

4. Do you ever base your characters on people you know?

I mean, subconsciously probably? But I don’t typically think about other people when creating characters.

5. Name the worst book you’ve ever read, and tell me why it was bad.

Iiiii did not like Divergent. Sorry, that’s just a personal opinion. I guess it was too... dependent on a system that didn’t really make sense to me? I dunno, mate.

6. Do you have a trademark writing ‘quirk’?

I like short sentences in action-y scenes. Maybe that? I also really like using way too many em dashes and double line breaks to emphasize something.

7. Do you have any (un)helpful pets? (I couldn’t resist asking this one. Also, if the answer is yes, please send me photos.)

I don’t have any pets! I have planties though. Cute lil’ succulents.

8. What advice would you give to a person who is new to writing?

There are going to be times when you’re not happy with your writing! But any writing is helpful, because no matter what you write, you’re improving your skills to be better the next time. Plus, a first draft can be edited later! You can’t edit what’s not there~

9. Tell me your ideal writing environment.

My family partly owns a lake cabin out in the woods which we go to every summer. It’s so peaceful to sit in the hammock chair on the porch and write to the gentle lapping waves on the beach, the birdsong, and the swish of the tree branches around me. On a day with a perfect not-too-hot warm temperature, it’s very nice.

10. Sad endings: realistic, or unnecessary?

It depends how it’s executed! I prefer bittersweet ending to sad ones, since those tend to give me the most effective emotions. Certainly I tend to seek out happier endings instead, though!

11. You’ve decided to write under a pseudonym. What is it?

Ooh. Oohhhh, well. I’m actually thinking of changing my name legally. So that’s a thing. For a pseudonym, I think I would love to go with... hm. Gale Silver. Because I love puns and that hits on two major nature aspects I’m a nerd for.

what’s your favorite movie from your childhood? has this movie had an impact on your writing at all? have any movies had an impact on your writing? Hands down How To Train Your Dragon. I am a nerd who loves dragons and the music and scenery is gorgeous. Also just... so many of its themes snuck into my wip and I didn’t even realize until just recently. Whoops.

do you struggle to write for any ocs? why? are any of your ocs really easy to write for? Io is a little hard for me to write sometimes just because she’s so darn cold. Just. Apathetic towards everything, and super formal, yet at the same time very curt and to the point. I’m used to writing either a “formal” through super flowery language or a “cold” through Celestine’s mean snark, not just... Io.

do you have any big milestones coming up for your wip? (or blog? or work? or whatever?) I’M LESS THAN 2,000 WORDS AWAY FROM 50,000 IN MY FIRST DRAFT. YEAH MATE

what are your favorite writing resources for face claims, picking first names/surnames, etc? (feel free to just pick one resource to share but you’re welcome to share as many as you’d like!) Oh! I’m still pretty new to finding face claims and what not, but naming wise Wikipedia can cover all your bases sometimes. As I’m writing a historical fantasy, to find names that fit the time period, I’ll sometimes use this site.

if your ocs had a name for their group of friends, what would it be? (for example, most of y’all have noticed by now that the friend group for b’tzelem elohim is nicknamed “shalomies”) Okay but I still have such a love for that name. XD I call my group simply The Crew! Since, you know. They’re in a pirate crew by the end of the book. (My creativity knows no bounds.)

on a similar note, would they have a groupchat? (if your world doesn’t have technology, pretend it does!) Modern times, yeah prolly. Dione and Celestine would just have it muted except for emergencies, and Phoenix and Colin would just constantly be sharing memes and terrible puns.

how many languages can you speak, if any? how many can your characters speak, if any? I speak English and (Acadian) French! Trying to learn ASL at the moment. As for my characters? Hoo, boy. Without spoilers, Celestine is multilingual with four languages, Colin is almost trilingual, Dione is trilingual, and Phoenix... I think Phoenix can only speak English. Yeah that may seem like overkill, but in context it makes sense. ^^’

how much time do you spend planning/researching before starting your wip? Fun story about that! For one of my first serious wips, Soul Tied, I first came up with the ideas perhaps... six years ago? And I have yet to write a single thing. ^^’ For OSS, the story took maybe a month to completely plan out and outline, though I still do a lot of research and planning ahead as I write the first draft, too!

do you have a preferred area to write? (ie your bedroom, the coffee shop, the library, your kitchen, etc.) My desk in my bedroom!

what’s your favorite writing snack or drink? Ohh, I don’t eat while I write ‘cause I’m actually incapable of focusing on something while I eat, but I normally really like having apple spice tea or some other kind of herbal tea!

lastly, what should you be doing right now instead of this tag game? (ps: stop procrastinating even though, as i type this, i’m currently procrastinating) HAH. STUDYING FOR MY CHEMISTRY MIDTERM. IT’S FINE. NO.

Well that was long!

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[sunshiney-souls]

collar full // chp 1

Summary// Skye, Peter and Ned are best friends and are finally going on their long-awaited Fine Arts Field Trip

Warning// mild iw spoilers (?), your new favorite trio of teenage dorks, nothing too serious yet

Word count// 1,862

a/n// hey everyone! this is my second series but it’s the one i’m more serious about! if you happen to like this, lemme know! please i would love feedback. also, just send me an ask or something if you’d like to be tagged in the following chapters of this :)

Skye Harper, Peter Parker and Ned Leeds; The three musketeers of Queens New York. For as long as anyone can remember, these three have been the definition of best friends. Peter and Ned lived next to each other since Peter was five. Little Ned and Peter would run up and down the halls of the apartment building for hours, their little giggles and footsteps bounced off the old walls of the building. After the two kids turned seven, Skye moved in across from Ned. Skye started out being a shy, quiet and reserved little girl. Of course, this was before she met the two rowdy little boys

So it was written in the stars that the three would become best friends. They spent every waking hour together, doing whatever their minds thought of. This obviously led to them all going to Midtown together. Luckily, this didn’t change the fact that they were inseparable 

They grew together during their Freshmen and Sophomore year. They all took as many of the same classes as they could. They even all agreed to be in Fine Art classes, even if they all had different interests. Skye had joined Midtown’s Varsity Choir, Ned was a crew member in Theatre Arts, and Peter had worked his way up to Advanced Marching band. High school was going great for the little ban of kids

Then came the day of the Fine Arts Field Trip.

“Skye, come on! We’re going to be late!” Ned continued to bang his fist on his across-the-hall neighbor’s door, in hopes to hurry her up.

When he realized it wouldn’t speed her up, he grabbed the spare key from its hiding place and unlocked the door. He put the key back and then walked into the seemingly empty apartment.

“Skye?” He spoke, looking around. Soon after, he heard a thud followed by a drawn out groan. His head snapped to the direction of the noise, followed by his eyes rolling. He already knew what happened and his arms crossed as he let a scoff escape his mouth.

“Hey dude, where is she?” Peter soon appeared next to Ned, slinging his backpack onto his shoulders. Ned gestured to Skye’s room, where she soon threw the door open and rushed out.

Her hair was its normal self, a mop of loose curls, flowing from her head. She never had to worry about fixing it, seeing how the curls seemed to have a mind of their own in styling themselves. She had thrown on her signature high waist, light-washed jeans, which were rolled up at the ankles. She wore a yellow shirt, tucked into her jeans.

She slid out of her room, onto the hardwood floor of her hallway; her mismatched socks didn’t give her much traction as she slid to her shoes. She leaned on Ned for support as she slid on the high tops.

“I know, i know,” She started, pushing off of Ned and rushing to the table. “my alarm didn’t go off when it was supposed to!” she quickly rushed the words out of her mouth, worrying that speaking would slow her down. She grabbed her backpack and slung it over one shoulder. She rushed back to her room and grabbed her navy hoodie. The threw it on and shook her hair out of her face. She rushed back to her friends and caught her breath. “Mornin’ boys.” She gave her hair a flick to get out of her face, and a smirk found its way onto her mouth.

With a sigh from the boys and a laugh from the girl, the trio left the building. They made their way to the sidewalk and started their way through the streets of Queens, New York. Skye stood in the middle of Ned and Peter, kind of their way of protecting her, even though she was more than capable of protecting herself.

These walks were normally filled with light-hearted conversation, words bouncing back and fourth and commonly interrupted by small bursts of laughter. They talked about anything and everything, including Peter being Spider-man. Yes, Peter wanted to keep it a secret, and it was going good until Ned found out. It wasn’t long until Ned couldn’t keep his cool and spilled to Skye. It helped that Skye noticed bruises appearing on his skin and decided to confront the both of them about it. Skye became very worried and concerned for Peter and insisted he came to her house every night after his surveillance run, so she could clean him up before he ran off to May.

The three Juniors neared the school, a steady stream of students trickling in, seeing as it wasn’t too terribly close to eight a.m., the kids still had some time. They walked to the doors and Peter held it open for Ned and Skye. They all had lockers in the same hallway, but spread out. They went their separate ways to exchange things from their lockers.

Skye probably had the most organized locker of them all. All her books were stacked nicely and right next to their corresponding binders, which held notes and assignments for said class. She had an extra hoodie, neatly folded in the bottom section of her locker. She prided herself in having a clean and organized locker.

Ned’s locker wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t prim and proper, but he had all his books laying in there, binders on the bottom section, and some loose paper here and there. He made sure to lay his textbooks on their sides so he could place his lunch bag on top on them, just so his sandwich wouldn’t get squished.

It was Peter who had the messiest locker. Loose and crumpled papers everywhere, textbooks laying every which way, too many jackets for one person were stuffed into it as well. He never set things into his locker nicely, like most do. Oh no, he threw his things into his locker. He wasn’t even mad when he did it, he would simply toss whichever book into his locker and hope it didn’t bounce out.

Once they all got their textbooks and whatever else they needed for their first period, they met up in their class, Algebra 2. They had all signed up to be put in the honors class, which happened to be the first period. They picked a cluster of desks in the back corner of the room, furthest away from the door. Ned sat in front of Skye, who sat next to Peter. Ned and Skye both understood algebra fairly well, and never needed much help from anyone but each other. Peter sat next to Skye due to the fact that he never paid attention and she was a better teacher to him than Ned was.

The Algebra 2 teacher droned on and on about conics and how to make equations for circles and parabolas and whatnot. Skye almost fell asleep many times, her head almost landing on Peter’s desk; which had happened before. Peter never minded, he would simply run his fingers through her curls, he found it amusing. Skye’s hair was soft and smooth and it have Peter something to do while he tried to understand what was going on.

Suddenly, there was a loud, obnoxious beep. 

“Please excuse this interruption; those participating in the Fine Arts Field Trip need to be dismissed now and will report to their Fine Arts teachers. Thank you.”

The three shot our of their desks, along with others, and made their way out of class. They stopped by their lockers again, putting their algebra things away and grabbing whatever they needed for the trip ahead of them.

They all met back up for the short walk to each of their classes; Skye went to the music room with Peter while Ned made his way to the stage. They promised each other they would sit near each other on the bus.

“So, you ready for this, Parker?” Skye nudged his arm with her elbow, the same smirk as before was on her face. Peter rolled his eyes.

“I mean, we get out of school for a day to roam the streets of New York, of course I’m ready.” He shot back, or at least he tried. With Skye, Peter’s playfully rude antics never worked, and he never knew why. With everyone else, he could completely fool them into thinking he was legitimately rude and pissed. But Skye, for whatever reason, was different and Peter still hadn’t figured it out. Was it because she was his best girl friend? Maybe. Was it because she could to sarcasm and playful rude comments better than anyone? That was definitely a serious point to take into consideration, but it wasn’t the whole reason.

He always mentally shrugged to himself before he thought about it for too long.

“I’ve heard there’s this super cool nerd store that i’ve been dying to check out. Ive been saving up ever since they announced this trip.” Skye excitedly spoke, words flowing out of her mouth with ease. She waved her wallet in the air at Peter, as if to prove how excited she is. Skye’s smile was contagious and soon Peter found himself smiling as well.

“Nerd store?” He laughed.

“It’s called Boxed Lunch and they have these cool things from different fandoms. They have Disney, different animes, different bands, and so on. It’s like a more sophisticated Hot Topic... almost.” She babbled on and on. Peter nodded, understanding. Peter knew how much Skye loved shopping at Hot Topic and made a mental note to check out that store for her birthday, which was in a week.

After a few more minutes of taking roll of all the band and choir kids, Peter and Skye were a part of the huge heard that was moving itself through the halls to the bus. This was something Skye had adapted to doing in big crowds. She did it with whoever she as with, except with Peter was the only person whose arm she hung on to.

Once they were on the bus, Peter took a window seat while Skye sat next to him. She pulled out her earbuds and gave him one. It was tradition that whoever Skye sat next to, she shared her earbuds. Both Ned and Peter liked her taste in music and they never wanted to risk their phone battery running out. Skye always carried her portable charger and didn’t trust her boys to hang on to it.

“Ned! Over here!” Skye yelled to the last person of their group. Ned’s head perked up and he quickly made his way to the seat in front of them.

“I’m so psyched for this trip!” Ned said, sitting next to the girl that was already in that seat. The two nodded as Skye scrolled through her music to pick a song. The bus lurched forward and she was still deciding. Peter leaned onto her shoulder and tapped a random song.

“Come on Harper, we ain’t got all day.” He tried, once again, to sound rude; but she gave him a side glance and Peter felt his mouth turn up into a smile.

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Round Face, Pt. 1

AN: HEY, so this kinda came out of no where but its been floating around in my head fo a while, so after a few shots of tequila and a long night in the kaachako tag, here she is! Lemme know if its shitty! <33

ALSO, this takes place a wee bit ahead of the anime, so SPOILER ALERT.

ALSO ALSO, this fic was totally inspired by this beautiful artwork right hur.

xxx

“Please, please pleeeease?”

“No” Bakugo declared without a second thought. He was already treading on thin ice with Round Face as it is; the last thing he needs on his damn plate is to be drug around like some fucking pet with her all tipsy at some fucking-

“It’s just one club, Bakugou! Come on! Let loose a little bit!” Uraraka wined, tugging on Bakugou’s wrist as he unfalteringly paced away from her. They had just finished their daily training session, both of them worked to near exhaustion; the sun still just barely visible over the tops of the trees in forest where they spar. Uraraka continued to trail behind Bakugou, his grip on her wrist unyielding as he drug her along with him. Having enough of being lugged behind him, Uraraka dug her feet into the ground and leaned back, away from Bakugou. Grabbing on to his wrist with both hands, she gave a sharp pulling him to an abrupt stop.

It was enough to get his attention; Bakugou tilted his head down to the obstruction stopping him with an air of rage, a look that would have made a lesser man run in fear.

But not Ochako. Not anymore, anyway.

She was so over him. Sure, he had a temper that would put the Incredible Hulk to shame, but she had seen enough of him these last few months to really know what made him tick. He has a terrible mouth and no manners whatsoever. He’s bossy, hardheaded and he’s used to doing whatever he pleases, but Uraraka knew that she could get him to agree to just about anything if she really egged him on.

Mostly because as much as he’d hate to admit it, they were best friends.

After the death of Nighteye, she had never felt so completely useless in her entire life. She had done everything in her power to help and ended up watching from the sidelines. She wasn’t fit to be a hero and it had never been clearer to her. After the dust had settled on the whole incident and she was finally able to catch her breath, the emotions from the ordeal overwhelmed her. She barely made it past the lobby of the dorms, sprinting to the girls restroom down the hall. She swung herself in past the door and stumbled, her back hitting the wall with a thud.

Unable to suppress it any longer, the tears streamed down her face, her body slowly slid down the wall until her bottom hit the cold tile floor. She tucked her legs in and wrapped her arms around them, crying for all she was worth. Everything she had worked so hard for, all her dreams, shattered in a instant. And her parents, she didn’t even want to think about them; the disappointment she would see in their eyes when she came back home a failure.

She only had the privacy of the girl’s restroom to herself for all of about two minutes before the door was suddenly kicked open, scaring her enough to let out a started scream. There, towering over her in the middle of the girls bathroom was Bakugou, signature scowl in place. She didn’t even have the energy to make up an excuse; she just waited for the onslaught that was Bakugou’s temper to rain down on her. With her head tucked between her knees, she waited, but it never came. He just stood there, staring down at her as if contemplating his next move. After several moments of silence, Bakugou finally broke the tension.

“Tomorrow, we start training” he stated, his voice disturbing the silence of the still bathroom. Uraraka’s head whipped up to meet his eyes, searching for any form of mockery. There was none. He was serious, he wanted to help her. Uraraka wanted to argure, she wanted to shout about how she couldn’t do anything to aid any of the hero’s or her classmates, but the stern look she was currently receiving from Bakugou stopped her before she had the chance. “Be in the lot past the SFJ tomorrow after school. Don’t fucking make me have to look for you.”

There was something in his eyes that said that he wasn’t taking no for an answer. His crimson iris sizzled with pent up fury, but there was something else there. His eyes held promise; he could help her. He was actually offering to help her, and because she so desperately wanted him to be right, she couldn’t help but wipe the frown of her face and nod in agreement. Tomorrow she would train with Bakugou and start her new journey.

Six months later and they found themselves here. It wasn’t easy, but they were making progress. Bakugou’s primary method of teaching was sparring. They found a spot off the south of the school, a small clearing that would manage for their training. There was always a plentiful amount of Bakugou’s profanity and more than a few torched uniforms, but eventually improvement started to show. And with improvement came their chemistry.

They spent nearly every evening after school training. After a few weeks they opted to start bringing bentos to eat, or to stop at a shop on the way home to get dinner together. They talked about signature moves and future costume ideas, where they saw themselves in 5 years or what hero agency they wanted to sign with.

They knew everything there was to know about each other. Ochako noticed how Bakugou would run his hands through his hair when he was in deep thought, or that when ever she got a technique right that he taught her, he’d give her a grin that showed just a hint of pearly teeth. She noticed that he was very comfortable with physical contact, wether it was pushing her hair out her face when she was focusing on her quirk or even just a tug on her hand for her to follow him. He had rough hands; they were large, practically engulfing hers, and they were almost always clammy with sweat. When he did his push ups, his back muscles coiled and rippled, and whenever he caught her staring, he gave her his signature shit-eating smirk.

She really tried not to stare at Bakugou, but so many times through out their training sessions she would catch he gaze lingering longer than necessary. So, she thought Bakugou was attractive, no big deal. It didn’t make any difference, they were just teammates. He was just a friend. Her very, very attractive friend.

Ok so maybe she had developed slight feelings for Bakugou, but she knew it could never go to that level between them. It would ruin everything they had built up, and she valued her friendship with Bakugou too much to risk it. Plus, Bakugou would never be interested, all she would do it push him away by flirting or attempting to pursue him.

Ochako’s mind drifted back to the matter at hand, where Bakugou’s death stare hadn’t faltered and the workings of another spar were possible if this didn’t go as planned. “Bakugou, you need to STOP BEING A WET BLANKET”

Bakugou released her from his grasp and slapped her wrist out the way, his body turning to face her full. Her hands moved to her hips, her chin tilted up slightly. Her eyes said try me, i dare you. She was challenging him, as if Bakugou would ever back down from a challenge.

“I said no, you stupid bitch. Are you fucking deaf?” He snarled, leaning into her personal space, accepting her challenge. She wants to go clubbing. CLUBBING. With ME. Did she hit her fucking head?? They were sparring partners and that was it. He had been just getting back to the dorms when he stumbled upon her complete fucking breakdown. She was just giving up after one bad outcome, and he felt like she was throwing away her potential. But Bakugou knew he could help her, so he did. Plus he would never admit it out loud, but he actually enjoyed the challenge she posed fighting him in the arena. She was smart and quick at adapting to to situations, a skill that has saved her ass on multiple occasions. Her hand-to-hand was well above average and she was also very clever at applying her quirk to aid her in fighting. Overall, he thought she’d make a good hero one day.

However, there were times like now where all he wanted to do was curb-stomp her round fucking face.

What the fuck was she trying to gain from egging him on like this? She knows that they don’t hang out like this. They were sparing partners and that’s all. They had a deal and she’s fucking pushing it. She’s fucking pushing him.

Can’t she see what she’s doing to him?

He offers to help her and she totally takes over his damn life. She’s in every fucking thought, every moment of his day. At night he would go to bed thinking about ways to push her the following day, things they could work on during their training. He would catch himself thinking about her in school, while they took test, wondering if she knew the questions he was struggling with, or if she was just as lost. While he was pouring hot sauce into his lunch, he wondered if she would eat it, or if she would pussy out and say its too hot. When they would run drills at school, he would wonder if she would apply what they’ve been working on. He would also take note of what she did wrong that way he could work on it with her later.

That’s not even the worst of it, though.

Recently he found his eyes lingering on her form. How she holds herself, how firm and lean she has become from their training. How tiny her waist is. He bets that if he were to grab her, his fingerers would be an inch or two apart at most. Her tiny waist leads out to wide hips and her toned ass. He caught his eyes lingering on her ass way too much, but she never seemed to notice.

He looked down at her, and had to fight to keep from cracking a smile. She looked furious. Her eyes crackled and her jaw was clenched as if to hold back her tongue. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun threatening to fall loose and flyaways stuck in every direction. She was covered in sweat and dirt, her skin flushed from over exertion. She had her hands on her rounded hips, her weight leaning on her right side, making her the epitome of sass. She was like a furiously chipmunk and he thought it was fucking adorable.

He was fucking losing his mind.

Ochako took a breath and stopped her self from really laying into him. If she was going to get him to come, making him angrier isn’t gojng to do it. “Pretty much the whole class has agreed to go, it’ll be fun. Please come with us?”

“I don’t do fucking clubs, especially not with those fucking losers.”

“Bakug-“

“NO, STUPID BITCH. STOP ASKING AND GO HOME.” Bakugou turned around and walked away from Ochako, making it all about three steps before she latched on to his arm and, once again pulled him to a stop. “I swear to fucking god, round face i will fucking...”

He trailed off as his intense gaze met hers, shocked by what he saw. Her eyes glistened with sadness as her gaze bore into his own; it was as if she was looking for answers in his eyes. The hurt evident in her features froze him to his core.

“Would you come for me?”

When he felt the heat rise to his face, he concluded that his mind as been lurking in the gutter way too much as of late, and immediately shook his head a few times to get rid of the vivid fantasies circling in his mind. “Wait, what?”

Ochako stepped closer to him, oblivious to how tense it made him. With her eyes still searching his she reached for his wrists and held them between them.

“For me, Bakugou. Would you do it for me?” She questioned, tightening her hold on his wrists. “You always separate yourself from the rest of the class and you never make an effort to spend time with anyone else besides me. It makes me sad to see you exclude yourself from everyone, and I think it will be good for you to get out and have some fun. So, i’m asking you, will you please come with us for me?”

Bakugou was the first to break the eye contact because he honestly couldn’t take looking at her stupid fucking doe eyes anymore. He wanted to fucking knock her ass out, that way at least he wouldn’t have to avoid the pleading look she was so good at giving him. He wished she and all those other fucking losers in 1-A would stop fucking nagging him about him not taking along to their dumb functions. He wants to tell her to fuck off and to keep her shitty opinions to herself, but he knows he can’t. He knows she’s won this one.

His jaw clenches and he pulls his wrists away from her grasp. “Fucking fine. But you’re buying drinks. Text me the place.” He states and starts walking towards the school for a third time. With his hands shoved into his pockets, he appreciates not be stopped this time and continues through the familiar line of trees.

Ochako continues to watch his back in shock until he disappears in the trees. She realises how dark its getting and decides to follow suit behind him, giddy with excitement about finally convincing him to come.

When she exits the forest, Bakugou is no where to be seen, so she continues on towards the front of the school and walks all the way to the dorms, her mind absolutely buzzing with scenarios on how tomorrow night will go.

xxx

Bakugou stares at himself in the mirror as he brushes his teeth and has to physically stop himself from growling. Images of Round Face floated through his mind, her in a short little party dress, dancing and swaying to the stupid club music. He actually did growl this time and he spit the toothpaste in his mouth in the sink in disgust. He rinsed his mouth with water before splashing water in his face and then shutting the tap off.

Stupid fucking Round Face.

He walked back to his room and shut his lights off, before finally falling into bed. As soon as he got comfortable, however, his phone screen lit up on his night stand and gave a short buzz. Bakugou glanced at the screen only to growl and slam his phone face down on the night stand.

Luxe Nightclub, 34 6th Ave. 9pm, Don’t be late!~~

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