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starsunderwaterr · 1 year

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Sleeping with the Idols + Cap’n 3 + 8! (pt. 2)

Update like a good portion through writing: I made the headcanons too long-- ofc bro

So, this part is gonna be Deep Cut!

The next and final part will have both female and male versions of Agent 8 and then our beloved Cap’n 3!

(Y/N) — your name

(N/N) — nickname

All characters involved are 18+

Minors DNI

Warnings: swearing

Shiver!

Will be using she/they pronouns for Shivvy <3

Literally the best person to sleep with because she will not let you go to bed without doing a proper skincare and self-care routine

They care a lot about their image, so they naturally like to do all that they can to maintain it

If you’re too tired, they’ll give you a mini facial in their lap and OH MY COD it is nice

Her hands are just so soft!!! Like AGHHHH

Would definitely do those S/O facial tiktoks with you and gets a KICK out of them

Has to constantly scold you to not eat the lip masks even if they look like a really big gummy bear,,,,but like,,,,it’s squishy

Will let out the most adorable laugh if you eat the cucumbers they put on your eyes

After applying a mask, Shiver wiping their hands, they grabbed the cucumber slices and placed them on your eyes

But Shivvy made a dire mistake: turning for one second

Right as she looked back, she saw you with one of the slices in hand, a bite mark on it

Winking at them, you continued chewing, trying not to laugh

She was,,,,,in s h o c k

Finally, after a hot second, they let out an adorable laugh, covering their mouth with their hand

When it comes time for actually sleeping, they got the whole getup: the silk sheets, silk pillowcase, silk sleep mask,,,,SILK EVERYTHING

It’s a dream to get to go to sleep with her

They love when you cuddle them from behind,,,,bc you’re so warm and despite having it all, they get cold!!

they take coldblooded a lil too literally-

Usually she’s the one holding you at night bc she likes you close, but on the rare occasion (ex. a stressful day) the roles switch and you do her routine for her and give her plenty of kisses

Will literally cry when you take care of them because they’re usually seen as super independent and well off

But you wipe away their tears and kiss their forehead and let them snuggle into your side

It’s heart wrenching to see them so upset man :’(, so you always do your best to make her smile by kissing her cheeks and rubbing her head as she settles down

If the two of you are apart, Shiver can only fall asleep if you’re on call with them

She gets lonely, okay?? More than she wants to admit

On call, you yawned, “I think I’m gonna go to bed, Shivvy”

You heard the most adorable whine followed by a pause

“Can you please stay on call while we sleep...?”

GAHHH you almost DIED

So, of course you did, and they greatly appreciated it

They love you with all their heart man <3

Frye!

if ADD was a person PLSSSS

This girl can barely get tired it’s insane

She is addicted to her games man and I KNOWWW that she has a switch

You walk out from the bathroom to find this girl STANDING on the bed playing Mario Kart

You had just finished brushing your teeth, and you walked out of the bathroom ready to go to bed when you see it

Frye literally dancing around on the bed while she plays

For a split second, she looks up from the screen, “Oh, hey babe!”

You stood there like 🕴🕴🕴🕴, sighing, “I thought we were going to bed...?”

“I just need to beat this one race!! I’m in first!! And it’s Rainbow Road!”

You sighed, smiling gently. “Alright, but just this one race”

It was, in fact, not just one race

It got to the point where you had to sweep her off her feet and place her down on the bed to get her off the switch

Your eye twitching, you huffed, “Babe, we gotta be up early tomorrow...please get some sleep!”

Frye only looked up with a pout, “Fiiiinnnneeee”

Even if she was rather stubborn and bouncy, she was pretty good at settling down and relaxing

Curls up next to you with her head on your torso but will shake one of her legs as she falls asleep because she’s just that restless (i do this :D)

Will fall asleep for a good few hours only to wake up, check her phone, and be scrolling for awhile

Has so much trouble staying focused on relaxing when she’s busy online!

The light from her phone will wake you up SO fast

Again, you have to pull her phone out of her hand, much to her whining

Really the only thing that will get her settled and relaxed 100% is when you hold her tight against you

If she can’t escape, she can’t really move, so she has no choice but to relax

Complains about this but secretly loves it bc she gets attention and gets to be close to you

Reading to her also works surprisingly well

She loves to get into a good story with you, especially because she can just imagine it and listen to your voice

Loves to snuggle into your side and play on her switch when you’re sleeping or even just quietly watching

You’ll give her fivehead forehead kisses from time to time as she plays, especially when she wins a match

She finds it so adorable when you fall asleep with your head on top of hers, your warm body leaning against hers

Will give you a soft smooch goodnight before turning off her console and heading to bed

A real hyperactive zoomy, but the sweetest and most wholesome baby

Big Man!

This is to be read platonically!!

What an icon

I mean, c’mon

We already know

Would envelope you in the biggest, warmest hug out there

The two of you definitely take naps when Shiver and Frye are busy hashing it out about band stuff

They’d be busy, screaming away, Shiver using her Master Mega to beat the shit out of Frye’s eels over a music video idea

Meanwhile, you and Big Man are just livin’ it up, snuggled together watching

You guys definitely place bets on how long they’re gonna hash it out for

He lovessss snuggling with you, bc y’all pile up like kittens...but...sea kittens

He is such an older brother bro omgggg

Calls you his “Lil’ sibling” I CANT-

If he sees you passed out somewhere and you’re in an odd position, he will literally pick you up with the utmost care and carry you to a place where you’ll be more comfortable

Sometimes when he does this, you wake up

The one time you did, it was the most wholesome thing ever

You stirred, feeling yourself being carried by someone

As you woke up more, you realized that it was Big Man, and he glanced down, seeming to notice

Flashing a big smile, he greeted you, “Ay! (What’s up kiddo!)” [btw I didn’t say squiddo bc idk if you main as an octoling or inkling]

With a sleepy smile, you held back a giggle, “Biggie...you know I’m not a kid anymore. Why’re you carrying me?”

“Ay! (You looked uncomfy there (N/N)!) Ay! (I wanted to put you on the couch to sleep!)”

You almost melted on the spot

He’s such a sweetie who genuinely cares about your well-being

Even though you act all macho and independent, you can’t resist the urge to run to him in the middle of the night when you get nightmares

He’s always so good at calming you down and pats your head to try and make you laugh

Will get you anything--water, snacks, some rad Hero Headphones that he definitely did not steal from Marie to listen to music

Will listen to you talk and will never pressure you into anything if you’re not comfortable

Literally the best sweetie ever 10/10 love you biggie <3

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #splatoon x reader #deep cut #shiver x reader #shiver x reader splatoon #frye x reader #frye x reader splatoon #big man #big man x reader (platonic)#cuties :>

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seaprofound · 2 years

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I SEE YOU, I CHERISH YOU ♡

instructions: positivity challenge! list 6 blogs that have interacted with you in some way, shape, or form and show your appreciation. let’s recognize each other’s efforts! repost, do not reblog!

♡ moogle (@theydefy): YOU ARE MY ANGEEEEEEEL (my love) YOU’RE EVERYTHING I NEEEEEED (and more)—okay, cheesy song aside, I legit care for you so much, moogle, like you have NO idea. if I was peanut butter, I’d consider you to be my jelly (in a totally platonic way ofc). thanks to you, I DO, in fact, consider ernesto to be the besto! gosh, where do I even begin with your ernie? he’s so much more fleshed out than his canon version, then I think you could forgive someone for mistaking him for your oc. backstory can be a tricky thing to implement for characters that you don’t learn much about in their respective canon but the one that you have crafted for ernie makes a lot of sense and explains SO much about him. at the same time, though, reason does not equal justification for any misdeeds and you understand that perfectly. gosh, I feel so lucky to have you on my dash tbh—you are just the best, okay. ♡♡

♡ bird (@mielmoto): bird, first of all, I just wanna apologize for not recognizing your awesomeness when I interacted with you on honey for the first time. I was a FOOL and the whole world deserves to know that. second of all, talking with you is such a delight and I adore seeing honey on my dash even when she’s not interacting with po (whom she should frankly stay away from lest she’d be corrupted lbr /j) this may sound kinda weird but I just wanna squish her tbh. she’s just so darn cute !! you are such a total vibe btw and I’ve loved every single one of our conversations. here’s hoping that we can talk more often! ♡♡

♡ ry (@demonstigma): new salt buddy alert! ry, I have never been as informed about a Certain Show That I Will Not Name as when I was discussing it with you. you have really enlightened me on the bullshit that went on in that show and, for that, I am eternally grateful. you are also so easy to talk to and I just really dig your chill vibe. lastly, your oc really intrigues me because it’s not often that I see a demon that has some sort of connection to pagan gods. I love reading about all of the little quirks that he has (along with the Deep Stuff ofc) and look forward to the day that he’ll officially be introduced to my menace of a muse. ♡♡

♡ winter (@bledwaves): another cool oc! winter, is it cheating to say that I love your everything? if it is, then I’d have to say that my favorite aspect about your blog probably has to be your long metas. I’m a SUCKER for lots of detail and, every time you post one of your metas, I feel so FED. taiyang is one of the most interesting ocs I’ve ever seen and the amount of thought that you put into him is enviable! I’ve also enjoyed chatting with you and think that it’s such a crying shame that we don’t chat more often tbh. you know that expression “as cool as cucumber”? you’re that times 9,000—no, times infinity. love you, bish. ♡♡

♡ renee (@nectaric): an oldie but a goodie! lmao, sorry but I just couldn’t resist. how long has it been since we’ve known each other? 6 years ?? damn, how the time flies. although we don’t interact as much as we used to back in the days of yore, I just want you to know that you will always have my heart. I’ve told you this time and time again but your interpretation of zeus completely changed how I viewed him. while I don’t think I could ever be the big zeus super-fan that you are—that crown forever belongs to you lbr—you have influenced me in a number of ways. for example, I think it’s weird now whenever I come across a take of zeus that makes him too jock-like or doesn’t mention him being genderfluid in some way. like. where’s the prettiness? this zeus looks too manly! I want a refund !! jokes aside, I wish you every happiness and hope that you have the best of luck with your book. knowing you, the final product will probably be amazing! ♡♡

♡ simy (@dethqveen): wow, so many cool ocs! what is this—the holiday season? simy, although we haven’t roleplayed (yet), I’ve enjoyed seeing you on my dash (not to mention the conversations that we’ve had on tumblr IMs). eerie is such a wonderfully fleshed out character and it’s honestly amazing to see just how much they have evolved over the years. the fact that their current iteration is so different from their prototype speaks volumes about how open to change you are as a writer. writers need to have that level of flexibility imo because, if characters were set in stone, then they wouldn’t be allowed to grow and surprise us—and that’s no fun at all! I’m so sorry btw that a certain anonymous dickhead is giving you such a hard time (AGAIN at that, ugh). I hope that you can finally put an end to their hatred once and for all. ♡♡

♡ all of my mutuals not mentioned on this list (whether we interact or not): first of all, thank you for becoming a part of my dash. the fact that you looked at my blog and thought “hey, this blog is pretty neat, I think I’ll give it a follow” is just so humbling. I have HORRIBLE perfectionism-related, performance anxiety issues—try saying that 10 times fast—so, I tend to have less than steller opinions about my writing capabilities. (seriously, just ask my fourth grade teacher whose class I nearly failed because I was so over-critical of my writing, that I was too scared to even try to write, lmao) therefore, even something as simple as a follow back just melts my heart tbh. if we have interacted even a little bit, I wish that we could interact some more. if we haven’t interacted yet, then I look forward to the day where one of us makes the first step. until then, keep on being cool and awesome, fam. ♡♡

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organic-guacamole · 3 years

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episode 209 spoilers below

I'm so late today but here it is

I love EJ, he's finally learning to be happy. I'm so proud.

Ms Jenn = every boomer during zoom calls, like jeez yes we can hear you stop shouting at me.

LOVE THE SUBTLE JOKE ABOUT QUARANTINE "these dark times" "you mean spring break?"

ah yes, remember when we thought covid was just gonna give us a longer spring break? good times

SEBLOS

damn the passive aggressiveness from Carlos and the absolutely over it tone from seb✋

CASWELL COUSINS!!!!! THEY'RE THE BEST!!!!

we needed more if this kind of goofiness for the first part of season 2 that only such an iconic duo can provide.

old old movies-

is it even that old, or is Nini being a gen alpha rn-

i choose to imagine EJ being scared of the movie and hiding in Ashlyn's shoulder while she keeps a straight face and then EJ pretending to be tough afterwards

aww redlyn are soulmates.... yknow, if gingers had souls

(please ignore me)

y'all saw how EJ's face *lit up* when Gina logged on? how dare you tell me he doesn't like her

ofc she's no damsel in distress, she's Gina porter, she's amazing.

so do we think she'd be the type to just glare at suspicious people? or bark at them

do they not know that Rini broke up? or is Ms Jenn just wanting Nini to suffer through her heartbreak to make her a better actress....

speaking of, why is Nini in the call? she's not in the show anymore. Unless she is, even after the rose and the song got cut, which would be so unfair to all those that auditioned properly before she even came back but whatever, she's the main character I get it 🙄

big red is a hero honestly, Nini better thank him for changing the subject like that

I can't-

i won't work you over the break-

this woman would 100% work her kids 24/7 if it was legal and idk how to feel about it.

YES GINA USE THAT CHARM

QUEEN

FRENCH QUEEN

SHE LEARNT FROM THE BEST (antoine obvi)

smh the airport lady, eavesdropping on Gina's call.

The way she was so happy to answer EJ's call, "eej"

I love them your honour.

EJ WITH PAINTED NAILS YES PLEASE

great now we need to see Gina, Ashlyn and EJ having a complete spa day and EJ getting really into it and Gina and Ashlyn take pictures of him when he's laying down in a robe with a mask and cucumbers on his eyes.

finally we get to see Gina's side of portwell

the way she considered it as flirting, this is the sign she asked for in episode 6 come onnnnn

no is Asher/jack really doing tiktok dances in an airport-

Ricky is me. I am burrito.

oh Lynne, sweetie, I'm sorry but the blonde hair is not it

is that even the same lady or-

THE BEAN

THE CHICAGO BEAN

THE BIG OLD METAL BEAN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CITY 😭

jetlag is my go to excuse for anything... I haven't travelled in 2 years.

"welcome to the Lynne and Mike gossip show. where we talk about our depressed son that we both neglect in certain ways! And now a word from our sponsor, Nord VPN..."

SO MANY CANDLES

WHAT DEMON IS LYNNE TRYING TO SUMMON IN HIS ROOM-

is Nina becoming social media obsessed EJ from season 1? AND SHE LIED ABOUT HAVING SONGS TOO PLEASE WHY ARW THEY RECYCLING THE SAME PLOT-

Gina smiling at the picture of her family on Instagram makes me so happy, idek why.

EJ's nails are so pretty, we needed to see it more (unless he had it on for the rest of the episode and I just.... didn't notice🧍🏽‍♀️)

oh not the tiktok kid✋

yes ma'am end this strange mans whole tiktok career

sir take a hint and leave

GINA NO DONT SAY YOUR LAST NAME HE COULD BE A HUMAN TRAFFICKER

Ricky, walking in style✨

weird kid, ok then Lynne, can't you see he's this close to the edge?

not all your fault baby Ricky, Nini sucks a bit more

RICKY YOU DIDN'T COME DOWN HARD ON THE SONG-

YOU ASKED WHAT IT WAS ABOUT AND SHE SHUT YOU DOWN-

PLEASE DO NOT BLAME YOURSELF

ok but the deleting comment thing was very bad

still don't know if I like Jack honestly

hmmm so Nini's calling herself Nini instead of Nina in her little egg seat, while trying to write a song without inspiration.... Nini, honey, Ricky was your muse, he inspired you to write all those songs, even if it wasn't good for the relationship.

that doesn't mean you gotta get back with him, or that you can't write a song that not about him butttt it'll take some time

the rainbow sticker in her box and her rainbow shirt-

anyways wbk she's not totally straight

Jack are you a criminal?

quick, Gina, check his ankle for a tracker

THE YES AND PRACTICE STRIKES AGAIN

the way Gina wasn't into it in episode 6 but she's used the technique twice now

stole her grandma's Pomeranian-

Jack where the hell did you pull that out from-

the fake crying killed me, that looks like so much fun though

anyone wanna raid a first class lounge with me?

wait so is jack not gonna go in with her?

wouldn't he go in too? help look for the credit card? SO CONFUSED

the first class lounge guy was so into the drama though, watch his face when they start arguing 😭

sorry to break this to you Kourtney, but you haven't even blocked the second act yet soooo...

take that as you will

I love how all of them are totally dissing the dance off

that's the most realistic part of this show tbh

shouldn't Nini have asked how she knew....since the start? why is the fact that her best friend has knowledge of a North high secret now dawning on her...

Howie is sweet honestly, at least he's trying to help. but I stand with Kourtney, don't take him back just because he sang an amazing song, and is giving you a heads up on what's gonna happen...

KOURTNEY IS ME TRYING TO LEAVE AN ONLINE CLASS

I hate school

ooo Nini's writing a song about bad internet connection 🤩🤩🤩

I never lie, except when I do-

son that is the creepiest thing you could say to a stranger that you've been "helping"

2 truths and a lie👀

he's an Ariana fan 100%

called it.

OLDER BROTHER-

WHAT-

free spirit? damn so brother porter was in that horse movie

so has she been kissed or not?????????

I feel like she's moved more than 15 times though so possibly

but then if she's moved so much, and before east high she never opened up to anyone, she's never been kissed then?? damn

same though Gina so let's be besties please

heartbreak president is a great song title idea, give Nini a call rn

but wait

is the no strings attached feeling thing about her telling Ricky she liked him? she thought she was moving away so she thought it'd be no strings attached???

guys I think I figured it out insert the "I've connected two dots" meme

THE DUKE SWEATSHIRT

IS THAT YOUR BOYFRIEND'S

OMG I LOVE I LOVE

NOT THAT I KNOW OF???

ma'am did you just kill me

yes you did

Lynne and Ricky have such a weird relationship

YES IT DID SUCK

TODD SUCKS

LYNNE SUCKS

yeah I get that you wanted Ricky to like Todd BUT THAT WASN'T THE TIME

right so we already know that Ricky was so desperate to keep Nini cuz he didn't want to be like his parents, and now Lynne's talking about this-

Richard needs a long hug

yes Lynne, it is your fault. thank you for finally admitting it.

YES DYE YOUR HAIR

BLOND HIGHLIGHTS RICKY WILL RISE AGAIN

"sometimes the best, last thing you can do for someone you love, is let them go."

gotta admit I teared up at that point

not me thinking big red was calling ms Jenn cupcake for a hot second-

Carlos please omg, you're at the "beach" and they're leaving for the pool?

also, why not just do the call from the hotel room please omg

"don't ask me"

"Carlos"

OMG WHAT HAPPENED

big red wants the tea

O M G

SEB IS JEALOUS

JEALOUS SEBBY IS MY FAVOURITE THING IDC

I'm surprised ms Jenn knew how to give Nini permission to screenshare tbh

So lily's been stalking the East high kids and spending time editing this video while she's supposedly in an immersion trip.... right

EJ and Ashlyn's picture is so chaotic, what even is happening there

"slacking off" bestie its spring break, obviously they're confident enough that they'll get it done in time so why not focus on your own musical.

jealous seb = sassy seb

please what if those guys Carlos is posing with are his cousins or something and that's why he's so confused about Seb

6 YEAR OLD EJ I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM

Nini saying she's obsessed with her ex, that's not weird at all 👍

I can just tell Matt had a blast harassing Julia with those puppets.

Jack please dont be like that, "yet"

chances are you'll never see eachother again 🥰

(honestly sometimes I really miss those friends I made on trips and stuff when we'd spend the day or week together, only to never see them again....those were the good days though)

Ashlyn and Nini should write more songs..... something better than this one at least

Nini: "im good"

cue the Tia Mowry (please I can't spell) crying gif

oh I forgot Ricky was in the show for a hot second

1. where did Gina get to film this without people being around

2. did she just... randomly change her clothes???

ok but the transition between Carlos and EJ

*chefs kiss*

now everyone shut up, EJ's singing

oh i think I'm pregnant

HIS MUSCLES

YES KOURTNEY

I love how big red and Kourtney went from being "the best friends™" to the couple in season 1, to kinda close themselves and having their own plots

sebby makes me so happy

props to biggies editing skills honestly

PORTWELL BEING SIDE TO SIDE I CANT

AND SEBLOS OMG

big red lives for the drama

"wow" so true Ricky

no he is not cute, stop it

"holding" ok that's kinda cute

yeah EJ's a lucky guy😌

jokes aside, it's not that hard to exchange numbers-

keep in touch if you want

ok I really like Jack now

if he comes back in season 3, maybe have him be LGBTQ+ ?

like the only out characters they have rn are Seb and Carlos and they're like the sterotypes, yk?

I'd love to see jack kinda break the mold

Ricky's breaking my heart

that song just hurts

the only thing

now I don't hate Lynne????????

HOW DARE THEY WRITE IN A PROPER REDEMPTION ARC FOR HER

UGH IM SUPPOSED TO HATE HER FOREVER

I mean I don't live her now but she's good

but honestly

"mom can I show you something"

IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL

THE PICTURE AND EVERYTHING OMG

I'm sobbing please help

Gina saying she's just waiting for the right guy and then EJ coming to the airport to pick her up late at night without her asking, offering to bring her back in the morning so she won't have to Uber, bringing her a granola bar (WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT SHE FORGOT TO PACK) and without expecting anything in return???

ms ma'am you've got a keeper right there

her smile at the end was so heartwarming I really can't.

this episode was great.

it felt really short but I liked it, great character development for Ricky, Lynne and Gina.

Cant wait for next episode to see more of EJ being the ideal boyfriend /hj

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts s2 #hsmtmts season 2 #hsmtmts spoilers #ej caswell #ricky bowen #gina porter #seblos #nini salazar roberts #jack hsmtmts #carlos rodriguez #seb mathew smith #kourtney greene #big red #ashlyn caswell #caswell cousins #portwell will be the death of me #guac's episode text blocks :)

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wiypt-writes · 3 years

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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch49: An Old Friend

Intro: After five years of more or less domestic bliss, Katie’s fear that their peace will be one day shattered comes to fruition as a man they long thought dead appears at the compound.

Warnings: Bad Langauge. Smut (NSFW, 18+)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

A/N: And so we begin the Endgame timeline...and as with all the parts, it has it’s own little banner as made by the talented @angrybirdcr who’s made another lovely edit for me here!

Chapter 48 Part 2

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

May 2023

“Emmy this room is an utter disgrace!” Steve said exasperatedly as he looked around at the various items of clothing scattered around her bedroom. DVDs lay on the floor instead of in the designated rack, the bed was unmade and various school books were tossed onto the rug instead of at her desk.

“Chill Dad.” She mumbled as she sat cross legged, tapping at her tablet, music blaring from her stereo. “Chill?” He shot her a look “Seriously, we spent a fortune doing this room up last month. Get it tidied.” “Yeah, yeah.”

Steve grit his teeth, jaw twitching with annoyance before, after a moment’s deliberation, he crossed the room and turned off her music.

“Hey I was listening to that!”

“Well, now you’re gonna listen to me.” He stood cross armed looking down at her. “I mean it Emily, get this sorted now, or you can forget going to Philadelphia with Brooke.”

“But, it’s all organised, we leave first thing in the morning!” “It can be unorganised.” His threat was simple but it had the desired effect.

“Fine.” She groaned, tossing her tablet to one side. “Thank you.” Steve replied, sarcastically before he left the room, shutting the door behind him. He made his way downstairs to the kitchen where Katie was prepping lunch, Jamie sat in a chair at the table on a booster seat, colouring in an activity book.

“Look, Daddy!” he pointed to his picture. Steve leant over, one arm on the back of the chair and glanced down at the elephant his son had coloured in purple.

“A purple elephant.” He nodded “Creative.”

“Like in Dumbo!”

“Of course.” Steve smiled, Jamie’s Disney film of the moment. It was one Steve could remember seeing at the theatre before he joined the army. It still creeped him out slightly, the scene with all the drunk elephants. So much so he was convinced the animator had been on some kind of mad drug fuelled trip when he drew it. He ruffled his son’s hair and then moved over to where Katie was slicing up a cucumber for the salad, reaching round to steal a piece as he dropped a kiss to her cheek.

“She tidying it?” Katie asked, her eyes not moving from her task.

“Only because I threatened to stop her going to Philly.” he snorted, leaning on the counter, looking at his wife. He reached into the salad bowl to snatch a piece of pepper and Katie slapped his hand. He grinned as she looked at him.

“Bet that went down well.” “Don’t care. Her attitude stinks.”

“She’s a teenage girl, Steve” Katie smiled. “That’s not the point.” “Honey, just shut the door if the mess bothers you that much.”

Steve sighed, and rubbed at his temple. “I’m surprised the door even opens with the amount of crap on the floor.” Katie gave a little chuckle before she looked at him. “Can you get me the dressing out of the fridge?”

He pushed himself off the counter and opened the fridge. “Caesar or Ranch?”

“Caesar.” She nodded after a moment’s deliberation. “Oh, and the cooked chicken please.” Grabbing them, Steve turned back to Katie and passed her the items, chewing the inside of his cheek. “Do you think I was too strict?”

Katie placed the knife down and looked at him. “Stevie, stop second guessing yourself.” She reached up to run a hand down his cheek “You’re a great dad. All I’m saying is it’s not out of the ordinary for her to have an attitude. She’s fifteen. I was a nightmare at that age, as I’m sure Tony will delight in telling you.”

“Speaking of your brother, what time is he expecting us to drop Jamie off?” “Oh he’s coming to pick him up.” Katie said. “They’re in town anyway so said he’ll be here later this afternoon. I just hope Emmy does as you told her.” “Huh?”

“Because if she doesn’t, you’re gonna have to carry through with your threat. And that means you’ve just flushed our night alone down the lav.” Steve let out a groan, he hadn’t thought about that.

A little while later Katie called Emmy down for lunch. She appeared in the kitchen with a scowl and Katie saw Steve bristle slightly so she decided to get in there first and back him up.

“Straighten your face, young lady.” She ordered sternly as Emmy sat down. “Your dad’s right. That room is an absolute dump.” Emmy sighed and reached over for a warm pitta bread, piling her plate with the salad before she took a deep breath.

“Sorry. I’ll tidy it, I promise.” Steve looked at Katie who gave him a wink as they began to eat.

“Emmy I colourded you a picture.” Jamie pointed to the book which was to his right, out of the way of his plate.

Emmy smiled, and looked at it. “Aww dude that’s awesome. Is it to pin up on my board?”

He nodded and she bopped his nose gently, smiling back.

“I staying at Moo’s tonight?” He asked, turning to his mom.

“Yeah.” Katie looked at him as he picked up a piece of the pitta bread she had sliced into smaller strips for him “Is that okay?” He nodded. “Uncle Nee gives me juice pops. The red ones are my bestest.” “I thought you liked the blue ones?” Steve asked, swallowing his food. “Because they’re the same colour as Cap’s Suit?”

“Red ones better.” Jamie nodded. “Like Iron Man.”

Steve looked at Katie who was biting her lip, trying not to laugh at the look of utter indignation on his face.

“This is good, Mom.” Emmy nodded at the food on her plate. “Better than the incinerated breakfast dad gave us.” Steve half-heartedly glared at his daughter. “I burnt one egg.”

“One too many.” She quipped, and Katie grinned, reaching over for the jug of water. Steve beat her to it and poured her a glass, sliding it over to her before he did the same for Emmy, Jamie already had his in a tippee-cup by his plate.

“Thanks.” Katie smiled at him before she turned to Emmy “Hey, did you get your grade back for your English essay last week?”

“Oh, yeah, I got an A.” she shrugged.

“Emmy that’s great.” Steve nodded at her, smiling.

“Yeah well don’t get used to it. I don’t think I’ll get one again. I may have upset my tutor.”

“Why?” Katie frowned “What did you do.”

“Well, he’s assigned us a book that is totes inappropriate.”

“What book?” Katie interrupted to ask

“The Colour Purple. I mean it’s good but…”

“Yeah, that is kinda heavy…” Katie frowned, having read the book herself. “What’s the angle?” “Race, gender, and bigotry in the early twentieth century. ”Emmy shrugged “I would have thought To Kill A Mockingbird would have been better but when I voiced my opinion Mr Tozer didn’t like it.”

“So what did you say to upset him?” Steve arched his brow.

“Exactly that. And then he told me it was his way or the highway. Don’t worry, I refrained from calling him Hitler.”

“I guess we should be pleased then.” Steve snorted. Emmy flashed him a grin and went back to eating.

The family made chatter for the rest of their lunch until Jamie poked at his mom’s arm.

“Yes, Sweetie?” “I done now. Fankoo.” He grinned, his plate completely cleared.

“You’re welcome, honey” Katie ruffled his hair “Cake?” He asked hopefully.

“What do you say?” Steve prompted gently.

“Please.” Jamie nodded.

“Do you think about anything but food?” Emmy looked at the small boy.

“You know he doesn’t.” Katie sighed. “He takes after your father in that respect.” “That’s not all I think about.” Steve grinned, as he raised a suggestive eyebrow at his wife over his glass of water.

“Yeah well, thankfully he is way too young for that.” Katie winked as she stood up to get the fruit cake she had made the day before to cut everyone a slice. As she did, she had to bite back the smirk as Emmy sighed at Steve’s blatant sexual reference.

“Gross.”

****

Emmy did tidy her room, so she was dropped off at the coffee shop early evening with her bag which Steve was sure contained more clothes than she needed for the four nights she was away. He made a comment to that effect and the fifteen year old just rolled her eyes and explained she needed two outfits a day, just in case. Just in case of what, Steve had no idea, and he wasn’t sure he really wanted to know if truth be told. He made small talk with Jennifer over a coffee for a while, instructed his daughter to behave and loudly told Jennifer that if she was any trouble to pack her home straight away. Brooke rolled her eyes but gave him a hug goodbye anyway as he left. By the time he had gotten home, Jamie had already been picked up leaving the two parents alone. Steve had been planning to take Katie out, but when he suggested it she shook her head and pulled a magnum of Champagne out of the fridge and held it up.

“I got a better idea.” She grinned “Hot tub party for two and take out.” “Champagne, pizza, you in a swimsuit.” Steve grinned, pulling her to him. “Baby, I’m sold.”

Needless to say there wasn’t much relaxing done in the hour they were in the tub, quite the opposite if truth be told. Hands and lips were all over the place, pawing at skin and kisses being exchanged with avaricious force. By the time they’d called for pizza, Katie was feeling thoroughly defiled as she sat on the sofa, wearing one of Steve’s button downs and tore into a large slice of pepperoni as if she hadn’t eaten for a week. Steve grinned, tucking her damp hair behind her ear and dropped a kiss to the side of her head. They settled down to watch a film, but Katie was flat out before it was even ten minutes in and she didn’t even stir bar to murmur something to Steve when he carried her up to their room.

Steve woke the next morning, wrapped around his wife, her warm body pressed to his chest, one arm under her neck, the other draped over her waist. He sighed in contentment, it was bliss, knowing there was nothing to get up for. No constantly hungry three year old to feed, no lunches to make, no school runs, no meetings until later, nothing. Snuggling into her closer, the arm that wasn’t trapped underneath her swept her hair away from her face, before his lips skated over her jaw and down the side of her neck. As her eyelids fluttered his large, gentle hand trailed down the curve of her hip and slid between her legs, caressing the inside of her thigh. Katie took a deep breath, shifting automatically, still half asleep, spreading her legs a little wider. She rolled her head over her shoulder, blinking and she was met with those blue eyes she loved so much, the owner wearing a devilish smirk.

“Morning.” He rasped, his voice low with sleep and desire.

“Good morning.” She grinned, biting her lip as his hand moved back up over her stomach to her breasts underneath the shirt she was wearing and he began to tease her softly, causing her to moan as he rolled a nipple between his fingers, the sensation burning in her stomach. She rolled onto her back and Steve settled between her legs, her arms winding around his neck as he captured her lips with his, soft and slow before he pulled back to peel his shirt off her body, tossing it down the side of the bed. He turned his gaze downwards, eyeing up her blue lacy panties before he groaned and lowered himself over her again, kissing her and sliding his tongue along hers. Katie wrapped her legs around his hips, grinding against him to get any friction that she could. His hands trailed down her sides and under her back, fingers gently grabbing at the waistband of the lace before he broke the kiss and unhooked her legs from around his waist. He gently pulled her underwear down, shimmying under the covers as he removed the garment and then kissed up her right leg, his lips hot as he made his way from her ankle up to her inner thigh, pushing her legs open wider.

His actions were controlled, slow. There was no rush after all. His mouth and tongue gently worked her to distraction, flicking at her clit over and over. She was a writhing mess within minutes, her hand fisted in his hair, the other grasping at the sheets, the noises flowing freely because they didn’t have to be quiet. Her fingers tightened on his scalp and she gave a cry of his name as her hips bucked upwards, her legs tensing slightly before they flattened against the bed, her breathing heavy and ragged. With a smirk at how easy he could undo her, Steve moved back up the bed, one hand pushing his sleep pants down. Without a word he lined himself up with her, letting out a loud groan as she slid a hand between them, stroking him before guiding him inside. He moved slowly, deliberately, until every inch of him was sheathed. Katie’s eyes rolled back as he stretched her, her groan was loud as he laced his fingers into hers. Steve let out a shaky little whimper as he moved his pelvis slowly, pushing back against her hands.

Every thrust was deep, slow, measured, his mouth moving from hers to her jaw, neck, collar bone. The house was quiet, nothing but the sound of soft cries and kisses could be heard as Steve continued his thrusts, whilst his wife purred into his ear, and he let go of her hands to bring one of her legs up round his hip. She let out a cry at the change of angle as he picked up the pace slightly, but not much, Katie’s nails raking down his back as her pleasure rose. The sensation made him shudder and he doubled his efforts, her hands sliding down, grabbing at his flexing ass, urging him on and, as always, he was happy to oblige.

“Shit, Stevie,” the cry of his name turned into a complete babble which died in her throat as she tightened and pulsed around, him, her body shaking with pleasure.

“God, Doll,” Steve was right behind her as he came with a low moan, his hips thrusting until he was completely spent, his head buried in the side of his wife’s neck.

Katie tipped her head back in satisfaction, sighing softly as Steve pushed himself up slightly. He gently ran his nose up her throat, taking her bottom lip between his and he let out a loud, satisfied sigh of his own. He loved his kids, beyond anything but man he enjoyed being able to take his goddamned time making love to his wife without the patter of little feet across the hall meaning they were about to be interrupted. “Baby,” he said softly, his lips gently smoothing the skin underneath her ear “Hmmm?” She asked, her hands creeping into his hair as her head rolled to the side, eyes still closed in pure bliss. “Look at me, kitten.” She obliged, and emerald green met ocean blue as she held her husband’s gaze. He gave her a soft smile, and she reciprocated, the affection on his face blatantly evident. “I love you,” he said, as she reached up and gently brushed the longer strands of his hair back over his forehead, “more than you can ever know”

“Will that still be the case when I’m old, grey and wrinkly but you still look like you’re straight out of GQ magazine?”

Steve frowned as he looked at her, this wasn’t the first time she had mentioned that. He shook his head and sighed softly, unable to do anything but repeat what he told her the last time she’d raised the issue.

“I told you baby girl.” he gave her lips a quick peck, “it’s me and you till the end of the line.”

After a lazy breakfast, Katie headed off to collect Jamie from Tony’s and Steve made his way into Manhattan for the two support groups of the afternoon. The first one was always the busiest and it took a little longer this week as they had a few new faces. This didn’t surprise Steve, people were still five years later coming to terms with opening up about their heartache or problems, but the core of the group were always welcoming. He had an hours break before the second, slightly quieter group so he took a walk. Their air was damp and there was a gloomy fog descending over the city, making it darker than it would normally be for the time of day, but it wasn’t cold. He grabbed a coffee from the shop round the corner and headed back to start the second meeting.

The meetings always followed the same format. There was ten or so minutes of everyone arriving, grabbing refreshments, saying hello and then they would form the usual circle and Steve would start the discussions with a chat about something he’d done or seen that week that was positive before moving to something he’d done or seen that week that wasn’t so positive, and then invite other people to comment and do the same, gently coaxing them into opening up.

“So, I went on a date the other day.” A man named David sighed. “First time in five years. I didn’t know what to talk about.”

“What did you talk about?” Steve pressed gently, patient as ever.

“Same old crap, you know? How things have changed. My job. His job. How much we miss the Mets,” David paused taking a breath, “then things got quiet. He cried as were serving the salads.”

“What about you?” Another man, Ian, asked hopefully.

“I cried,” David trailed off, “just before dessert,” There was a slight pause, “but I’m seeing him again tomorrow, so…”

Steve gave a small smile. “That’s great. You did the hardest part. You took the jump, you didn’t know where you were gonna come down. And that’s it, it’s those little, brave baby steps we gotta take, you know, to try and find purpose.” He paused and looked around the group, biting the inside of his cheek. “I went into the ice in forty-five right after I met the first woman I’d ever loved. Woke up seventy years later and met the love of my life. She gave me hope, she gave me a purpose, a reason to keep going in the crazy new world I’d found myself in.” He paused again and looked around at the attentive faces assembled in a circle. “You gotta move on. The world is in our hands. It’s left to us guys. We gotta do something with it. Otherwise, Thanos should have killed all of us.”

Steve let the meeting roll for a little longer, everyone discussing what he had said before it came to a natural end and, with a glance up, he saw Katie and Jamie pushing open the door, Katie holding a huge box full of brownies.

“Looks like you’re all in luck!” Steve nodded towards his wife as Jamie ran across to his father who smiled and swept him up into arms, planting a kiss onto his head before replacing him on the floor. He looked over at Katie and she smiled back, placing the box of treats down on the table. She often did this, popped into a few of his sessions over the week with some form of snack for them all when she had time, her way of helping out, and Steve loved her for it.

Over the next ten minutes or so, various people drifted over to the side of the room, greeting Katie and grabbing a brownie. She gave David a hug and cheekily told him to behave on his next date as Steve wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her forehead in greeting as they waved the man away.

“How long where you at the door?”

“Long enough.” She told him, knowing instantly why he was asking.

“I meant it.” He turned to look at her. “Every word you know.”

“I know, and for the record you’re the love of my life too.” She grinned “My husband, my baby daddy…”

Steve smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

“Gross.” Jamie gagged, sticking his fingers in his mouth, an action he had learnt from Emmy.

There was a pause before Steve grabbed Jamie and launched into a tickle attack until the boy was screeching and running from his dad who chased him round the hall. Katie watched her boys as Jamie feinted left and Steve let him get away, before the little boy dived under a table and out the other side of it, cackling in a way so like his father.

“Don’t think that’s gonna save you, pal.” Steve easily vaulted the table, picking Jamie up, throwing him over his shoulder, patting his backside once with a large hand.

“Momma, help!” Jamie’s voice was punctuated with laughter and with a grin Katie strode forward and her hands went straight to Steve’s sides from behind, and she began to tickle him.

“Oh sh-stop it!” Steve cackled, his ridiculously ticklish nature was always his downfall. He let Jamie down as Katie continued her attack and he whipped round, grabbing her and spinning her round. He folded her arms across her chest, pinning her back to his front as he dropped his mouth to her ear.

“You’re gonna pay for that later.” “Promises, promises Captain.”

****

There was a presence to Katie’s right and she felt the soft weight of a hand against her cheek. It was too small to belong to her man, but the perfect size and weight to belong to her boy.

“James,” a soft, deep voice whispered, warning in the tone, “this is the second time I’ve told you and there won’t be a third. Leave your ma alone. She’s sleeping.”

Katie sighed and stretched. “It’s okay, I’m awake”

Jamie giggled and surged forward giving her a peck before falling back onto his father’s pillow, "Morning Momma!”

“Good morning, Sweetie.” She yawned rolling onto her side, dislodging Lucky who had been asleep with his leg resting on the back of her knees. As ever Jamie had his stuffed Cap bear with him, along with God knows how many other toys all which adorned Steve’s side of their enormous bed.

“Morning, Baby.” Steve bent over from behind her, pecking her cheek too.

“Hey.” She smiled, rolling her head to catch his lips, noticing his bare, damp chest from the shower. “What time is it?”

“Little past seven. Somebody-“ Steve glanced at Jamie, “-was awake at half Five.” “Not sleepy daddy.” “Really, I didn’t notice.” Steve replied, sardonically. Katie chuckled as Jamie frowned, the sarcasm utterly lost at him.

“Momma, we hided in the fort.”

Steve and Jamie had made a blanket fort in Jamie’s room last night in which they had hidden in for their bed time stories. Jamie had insisted they left it up, and considering it wasn’t in the way, Katie had been happy to oblige. Steve, who had gotten a lot better with dealing with the mess Jamie left around over the years had resisted the urge to fold away the blankets and his wife had pulled him out of the room when the pair of them had popped in to check on Jamie before he could change his mind.

“Mighty fine Fort it is too.” Steve ruffled his son’s hair.

“What time are your meetings today?” Katie asked, looking at Steve. His groups ran at different times during the week. This way, it made sure that there was a day or night everyone could attend at least one session a week.

“Last one finishes at four today. Why you ask?”

“Well, I thought seeing as we didn’t see Nat at the weekend, we should pop in.” “Auntie Nat-Nat, yay!” Jamie clapped his hands “Maybe she can come see my fort.” “You should tell her about it.” Steve nodded, before his attention turned to Katie. “Might convince her to leave the compound.” “Yeah, maybe.”

“What do you fancy for breakfast?” Steve swiftly changed the subject.

“I can bake some cinnamon rolls if you want?” “You don’t have to do that.” “I know, but they’re already made so just need to go in to the oven and I also I know someone id going to ask for pancakes and he isn’t having them three days on the run.” “Waffles?” Jamie whipped his head round, hopefully.

“No.” Katie shook her head. “Cinnamon rolls or cereal, your choice.”

“Can I have both?”

“You two will eat me out of house and home.” Katie rolled her eyes. “Yes, if you want both you can have both.”

“Cool, man.” Jamie nodded, in a way that was so like Emmy it made Steve turn back to face his wife from where he had ben stood at the dresser pulling out his clothes, a smirk on his face. The pair of them watched as their son announced he was going to get dressed and dropped onto the floor, heading out into the hallway, Lucky following.

Katie watched as Steve pulled on a pair of sweats and she cocked her head to one side.

“Did you seriously call me Jamie’s Ma before?”

Steve grinned. “Sorry.” “Makes me sound like I’m ninety” she snorted.

“Try actually being ninety.” Steve scoffed, and Katie laughed as he started to crawl over her in the bed, pushing her back gently.

“Hate to break it to you, Captain Badass, but you’re actually a hundred and five.”

“Thanks for the reminder.” Steve muttered gently, his lips pressing to hers. She happily melted into the kiss her hands straying up and down his bare chest, before she pulled away knowing that if they carried on she’d be wanting a lot more.

“Stop it.”

“What?”

“This.” Katie pouted.

“I only wanted a kiss.” Steve looked at her, eyebrow raised. “You have a dirty mind, Mrs Rogers.” “Years of being with you.” She shrugged and Steve laughed, standing up. As he headed across the room Katie couldn’t resist one last quip. “Nice ass…daddy” Steve turned round, a wicked grin on his face as he held his arms out at either side of him, as he walked backwards for a few steps. “It’s all yours, momma.” He smirked, before turning round and heading out to help Jamie get dressed.

The rest of Katie’s day was pretty much the same as it always was. She dropped Jamie in at the day-care and headed up to her office for her fifteen minute start up meeting with Soray. After going over her diary for the day, she spent most of the morning sifting through the mountain of emails and responding to the ones she needed to. After a quick chat with Emmy at lunchtime, the girl enthusiastically telling her all about how her and Brooked had run up the Rocky steps and were eating a tonne of Philly cheesesteak, Katie headed up to the boardroom for the Monthly Financial Review. Escaping at little after three, she picked Jamie up and headed to the store to grab something she could make at the compound for dinner. Once Steve was home they all jumped in the car to make the hours drive up state owards the compound.

Steve drove easily down the highway, one hand on the steering wheel, the other laying on the arm rest in between the front seats, whilst next to him Katie hummed along to the John Legend playlist that was playing. Steve cruised the Audi onto the bridge which would take them out of Manhattan and frowned gently as he noticed that the cars ahead were all coming to a halt. As Steve slowed the car down, Katie too narrowed her eyes as people started getting out of their cars, heading to the side of the bridge, pointing.

“Wait here.” Steve instructed, climbing out of the car, Captain mode engaged.

“What’s happening?” Jamie asked.

“Daddy’s gone to see.” Katie turned to smile at him before she turned back, watching Steve approach the side of the bridge and speak to the nearest man before looking down. His mouth dropped opened and he turned, jogging back to the car.

“You’re not gonna believe this!” He shook his head, excitement all over his face as Katie climbed out of the car. “Come see.” He opened the back door of the car and unstrapped Jamie from his seat. Picking him up in his arms, Steve made his way to the side of the bridge, wife by his side and he pointed downwards.

Katie felt herself gasp at the sight- a small pod of whales leisurely making their way through the Hudson River.

“Wow.” She whispered.

“What are they?” Jamie asked

“Whales.” Steve replied. “Humpbacks, I think.”

Steve tried to keep the smile on his face genuine, but he hated it when Jamie saw something out of place in the new world that he was born into which would have been perfectly normal in the world that they once knew. Whilst a pod of whales in the Hudson was an astounding sight for sure, and would have been unheard of even before the Snap, the fact that it was Jamie’s first time ever seeing a whale made him slightly sad. They had been a pretty common sight around the ocean waters in and around the bays leading out into the North Atlantic. That was until Thanos had killed half of them.

Jamie giggled and pointed out that the biggest whale was being followed closely by a slightly smaller one, and then an even smaller one after and then a tiny one.

“Daddy, Momma, Emmy and Jamie.” He smiled at Steve who chuckled, smoothing Jamie’s hair back.

“Come on Kiddo, let’s go see Auntie Nat” When they arrived at the Avengers compound, the sun was just beginning to set. Steve drove round to the rear entrance and the gate creaked open as the ANPR scanners recognised the car. He parked the car in their old designated spot before he collected the bag of ingredients from the trunk that Katie had bought to make dinner with. Together the three of them headed inside, FRIDAY welcoming them all as they made their way towards the living area, and they could hear Natasha closing up a meeting.

“Nat,” Rhodey’s voice was almost pleading but Nat cut him off

“Please.” She begged.

Katie had a feeling she knew what she was talking about, or rather who. She glanced at Steve as they rounded the last corner to the large meeting-slash-living room and it was then that Katie could hear Natasha trying to stifle her cries. At that point Jamie ran in and jumped onto his Aunt’s lap hugging her tightly.

“Don’t be sad, Auntie Nat-Nat.” He whispered, and Natasha took a deep breath, leaning her head against her nephew’s with her eyes closed hugging him back.

Steve leaned against the bookshelf for a moment as Katie walked into the room, taking the bag of ingredients off Steve as she took in the sight of Natasha’s dinner of a peanut butter sandwich which rest on top of the table.

“You know, I’d offer to cook you dinner, but you seem miserable enough.” Steve opened, looking down at her with a smile.

“So I’m gonna do it instead.” Katie smiled, holding up the bag she’d brought, dropping it onto the table. “Chicken stew, dumplings and chocolate cake for after.”

Natasha looked at them, a smile playing on her face as Katie sat down across from her. “You guys here just to feed me?”

“And to see a friend.” Steve shot back.

Natasha leaned back into her chair, Jamie still on her lap. “Clearly, your friend is fine.”

“Bull.” Katie mimicked her stance, eyeing her. Natasha avoided her gaze and the room fell silent.

“You know we saw a pod of whales as we were coming over the bridge.” Steve broke the silence, changing the subject.

“In the Hudson?” Natasha raised her head slightly, sounding impressed.

“There was a Jamie whale and a daddy whale and a momma whale and an Emmy one!” Jamie gushed and Nat smiled.

“I haven’t seen whales in the Hudson ever, even before.”

"Well, there’s fewer ships, cleaner water.” Steve shrugged

Natasha sighed looking up at the ceiling. “You know, if you’re about to tell me to look on the bright side, umm, I’m about to hit you in the head with a peanut butter sandwich.”

“Sammich?” Jamie looked up hopefully and Natasha tore off half of one side before passing it to him.

“Sorry.” Steve sighed pushing himself off from the bookshelf, his jacket slung over his arm. “Force of habit.”

He tossed his keys onto the table, dropping his jacket over the back of a chair before sitting down next to his wife, glancing at Jamie who was now eating a small piece of the sandwich, then at Natasha. The woman looked tired, pale and such a far cry from the stoic, well-groomed Natasha Romanoff he had first known. But then again, they were all a far cry from the people they had once been.

“You know, I keep telling everybody they should move on, and forget what happened.” Steve crossed his arms as he leaned back in his chair. “And some do. But not us.”

“If I move on, who does this?” Natasha asked simply with a shrug.

Katie sighed. “Maybe it doesn’t need to be done.”

“You know, I used to have nothing. And then I got this- this job, this family.” Nat smiled sadly and looked down at Jamie before she looked back up, the tears evident in her eyes. “And I was better because of it. And even though they’re gone, I’m still trying to be better.”

There was a pause as Katie wiped her eyes, a tear having escaped down her cheek and Steve gently placed his hand between her shoulder blades, rubbing softly.

"I think we all need to get a life,” he joked, breaking the sad silence, and Natasha forced a smile nodding to him.

“You did.” At her words, Steve gave a smile. She was right, he had. Whilst he and Katie had been extremely lucky over the last five years, that didn’t stop them thinking about the people that hadn’t, and the friends they had lost.

Katie reached for the bag she had placed on the table. “I’ll go start dinner.” She was mid-way through standing when a small, holographic screen popped up in front of Natasha indicating she had a notification of sorts. She flicked it to the side, bringing the video feed to life behind Steve, who looked over his shoulder as the video began playing.

“Oh, hi, hi! Is anyone home? This is, uh, Scott Lang. We met a few years ago, at the airport, in Germany. I was small, then I got real big.”

Katie left the bag where it was and whipped round, to see Scott on the screen, stood in front of his van. Besides her Steve stood from his seat, unable to believe what he was seeing.

“This…this is impossible.” Katie breathed, shaking her head. “He was…”

“Is this an old message?” Steve asked, his voice quiet, not taking his eyes off the footage.

“Ant-Man! I know you remember Ant-Man.”

Natasha’s reaction was much the same as theirs, confused awe as she sat up, breathing deeply. “It’s the front gate.”

“I really need to talk to you guys!” Scott continued to yell his voice becoming desperate.

The three of them remained frozen for a moment, absolutely lost for words, before Jamie broke the silence.

“Who’s that?” He asked, jumping down from Nat’s lap. “An old friend.” Steve swallowed, turning to Natasha who was fishing in a drawer for the key to the main gate which had been padlocked shut for years as no one used it anymore. She found it, tossed it to Steve and he caught it expertly before heading off to go meet Scott.

**** Chapter 50

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Destiny Is Heaven Sent

Summary: Knowing Dean Winchester since you were fifteen, you’ve always been pulled in his direction. Always wanting to open up the rattled and broken cage your heart lives in. But when the child you’ve been raising together dies, you find yourself closing up the cage of your heart again. And if destiny has one thing for you, it’s to break you down before bringing you back up.

Characters: Dean x You, Sam, Castiel, Bobby, OFC’s, OMC’s, (Ongoing)

This Series Is Set Through Seasons 1-6 With Knowledge That The Bunker Exists

Rating: 18+

Warnings (Ongoing and Will Be Updated): Grieving, Mentions of Rape and Defilement (As Per A Case), Show Level Violence, Swearing, Smut, Impreg Kink, Blood, Fighting, Drinking, Dean Being Dean, Fluff, Angst, Dom!Dean, Sub!Reader

Warnings For This Chapter: Grieving Over Dead OMC, Drinking, Swearing, Flirting

A/N: This is my first Supernatural fic ever! I’ve been writing for a while and have adored Supernatural since the beginning so I’m really excited for this series and I hope everyone enjoys it!

Chapter 1.

Autumn used to be a season that you adored when you were little. It was the fresh chill of the air and the taste of possibility that clung to the wind. Now you can't help but find it mindlessly awful.

You used to love Halloween and all of the holidays that accompanied soon after. It brought you and your family together. Until your mother died. Then it was just a teeth gritting ride of vengeance by your father, who had loved his wife since he was a teenager.

He did his research, something that you would find harrowing if you didn't grow up in this life. He spent your entire life dragging you around, preparing you to fight against monsters and magic.

Your father had discovered what had killed your mother when you were fifteen on Christmas Eve. He had left you at the Right Swing Motel to kill the monster on one of your favorite holidays.

You weren't mad then and you still weren't mad now. You couldn't imagine loving someone so much that you were overcome with anguish and the need for revenge.

When he finally came back to the motel two days later, you had expected him to be relieved. He killed the werewolf that ripped your mother's heart out. You expected him to be your father again. But alas, he seemed angrier and more prone to violence then you could ever imagine.

When he finally died on a job that could never be done alone, you realized just how fucked in the head he had become. Just how overwhelming grief could make you and you swore to yourself that you would never become like him.

Even if that meant setting your emotions aside every time.

Pulling up to the old diner on Route 30, your eyes lazily drift over the parking lot. Spotting the 67' Impala you've grown to know since you were a teenager, you park your car beside it before blowing a bubble in your gum.

You watch the bubble expand and expand before sucking all the air out of it as you step out of your car. Slamming the door shut, your combat boots slap the concrete as you enter the diner.

Taking off your sunglasses, you walk past the waitress as she welcomes you. You give her a brief smile before spotting the men you've grown up with.

Without a word you walk towards them, watching as Dean devours the cheeseburger in hand like he has never eaten a damn thing in his life. Grimacing, you plop yourself down in the booth earning both of their eyes as they slowly drift up from their plates.

"Oh Jesus!" Sam yells, putting his hand over his heart.

"Am I that hideous? My God." You mumble as you grab a french fry off Dean's plate.

He smacks your hand multiple times earning pink splotches as you slap his hand back.

"Order your own food, Y/N. I'm a growing boy. Gotta eat." He complains as you rest your elbow on the greasy table surface.

"Can I get you anything?" The waitress asks as she approaches.

"She wants a philly cheese steak, extra onions. No mushrooms or peppers. And, a strawberry milkshake." Dean says as he wipes some crumbs out of the stubble on his chin.

You hum impressed to him before throwing your legs over Sam's lap.

He's been used to it by now, earning the title as your best friend quite quickly since you were fifteen. His hand wraps around your thigh high combat boots before ignoring Dean's gaze and continuing to eat his salad.

You steal a cucumber off his plate before looking at his older brother. His eyes were on yours, forest green irises looking over your body intently before looking back down at his food.

"Job?" You ask as Sam holds up the local newspaper he was reading before you arrived.

"Nothing we can't handle. Why don't you go back to the bunker and just relax, hmm?" Dean offers sweetly and you scowl at his suggestion.

"What's with this whole macho man show you've been putting on lately? It's so infuriating, Jesus. I've saved your life so many times and now suddenly I'm a frail crone that has to be a housewife to her two best friends as they go out and fight demons and monsters?" You ask, raising your eyebrows.

He cringes at your words before setting his burger as if it made him feel sickly.

"This job is dangerous." The oldest mumbles and you find yourself suddenly aggravated. When has Dean Winchester ever made you back down from a hunt? When has he ever begged you not to come instead of joining them?

The answer is never.

"This ghost seems to abduct beautiful, single women and do things to them. I don't want you at risk." You look over to Sam as his brother speaks and you notice how he avoids eye contact with you.

Your plate of food is set down in front of you and you thank the girl quietly as the tension in the air thickens. Dean Winchester in his whole life has never called you beautiful. He's never even given you the time of day. Which you don't mind really, that's how he's always been. But he's never kept you away from a hunt and you're wholeheartedly offended.

"Then I'll be perfect bait." You reply.

"I said no." Dean says through gritted teeth.

Sam squeezes your leg gently as if to beg you to not start a fight in a random diner off the highway.

"I don't give a fuck about what you say Dean Abel." He coughs awkwardly at the middle name you bestowed on him since you were younger.

You never use it unless you mean business.

"Y/N. I'm just looking out for you. Jesus Christ." He whispers.

Folding your arms, you look over at Sam expectantly. You know he hates to be involved in your spats with Dean.

You're both hard headed beasts that don't quit until you get what you want.

"I mean...When has Y/N ever backed down from a fight? When has she ever been anything but safe with us?" Sam says, still avoiding eye contact with his brother.

If looks could kill, Sam would be dead against the window of the diner.

"Thank you Sammy." You say happily before sipping your milkshake.

Dean makes an angry grunt before leaning back in the booth and throwing a balled up napkin onto his plate.

"What's so wrong with me wanting you safe? Is it a fucking sin?" He asks bitterly as you take a bite of your sandwich.

You look up at him again, watching as he swallowed thickly.

What's his fucking damage today?

"In your life you've never kept me away from a hunt. In your entire life. I've been attacked by ghosts. Bitten by vampires. Abducted by djinns and you've never batted an eye. Now when there's an abducting ghost you suddenly assume the role of protector?" You ask pointedly, your index finger pressing into his chest across the table.

Dean sniffs before pulling out his wallet and throwing cash onto the table. His large hand runs over his face before he's shoving his hands in his pockets.

"You're not going. End of story. I am not losing another person." He mumbles before walking out of the diner and leaning on the hood of Baby.

"What the fuck is wrong with him?" You ask his brother loudly.

Sam shoves a fork full of salad into his mouth as he plays with the laces of your combat boots. He seems to be distracting himself so he doesn't have to look at you.

"He's been this way for weeks. He's...I mean he's worried about you. We only just burned Marsh a few weeks ago and he doesn't seem to think you're ready to go back out." Sam says before looking over at you.

You begin to smile, a feral nasty smirk spreading onto your face. Gripping your legs harder, he widens his eyes at you begging you to stop.

"Let go, Samuel Cain." You seethe through your teeth and he sighs loudly before finally going slack against the leather of your boots.

Jumping out of the booth, you fix your leather jacket.

It takes a few large steps before you're barreling out the diner door straight towards the boy you've watched become a man.

"You son of a bitch." You curse as you advance on him.

His head turns to you slowly and his jaw clenches.

At one time when you were sixteen, you'd find it absolutely hot but now it just sets fire into your veins at a quicker pace.

"Y/N…" His voice is weak as he holds his hands up.

Opening up your hand, you stiffen your arm before jabbing your palm underneath his chin.

With a groan he slides off the hood of his car.

"Come on!" He yells angrily before standing up and opening his mouth before spitting out a drop of blood or two.

"How dare you decide what I need to do! How dare you for one second think that I need to be told to sit one out!" You yell as you grip his jacket.

Hauling him up, he puts his hands on your shoulders.

"I'm just looking out for you, goddammit! You're not okay, and you won't talk to me! You look through me! I'm trying to protect you! You mean something to me! Fuck!" He yells as he shakes you about.

"Yeah?! Well I don't need your fucki-" You begin to scream before being cut off.

"Guys. They called the cops. We gotta go." Sam says before ripping the door open to the Impala.

Dean lets go of you before huffing out and smacking the hood of his car loudly.

"This isn't over you asshole." You mutter, jutting your finger to your best friend as you put on your sunglasses.

"Why am I not surprised?" He seethes as you open the door to your car.

It's incredibly insulting. Unbelievably unfathomable. In all your life, Dean Winchester has never thought you were weak.

These weeks without Marsh haven't been easy but that doesn't mean you're lost. Doesn't mean you haven't given up sight of who you are and how things need to be. He wouldn't want that.

"Hello Y/N." The deep monotone voice pulls you out of your thoughts and you jump slightly at the man now sitting beside you in the passenger's seat.

"God! Cas, what did I tell you?!" You yell, slamming your hand onto the steering wheel.

"To never appear in your car like this." He states matter-of-factly.

Rolling your eyes, you begin to focus back on the road watching as Dean speeds down the highway.

"What? What do you want?" You ask the angel as you lower the music.

"Well. I don't want you to fight with Dean." He says as he stares ahead at the road.

You give a short laugh before clicking your tongue and tilting your head.

"Sorry Cassy, all me and Dean do is fight." You mutter as you open the window.

"It's okay to not be okay, Y/N. I have been watching you, seeing your inner struggle. I know it's hard without Mar-"

"First of all, don't watch over me. I don't need you to. Secondly, you don't know anything about how I feel. He was just a kid, Cas. He was fourteen years old for God sake."

He stays silent as you drive down the road.

"He's happy where he is. He isn't in Hell." Cas says and you laugh to yourself before biting your bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood.

You've been there through it all, through the angels and the demons. Through the ghouls and the werewolves. Heaven and Hell were so far off your list of things to think about, just the notion bleeds your very soul.

"Doesn't mean Dean can try to keep me away from what I need most." You tell the angel as the Impala in front of you turns into the parking lot of a motel.

"And what is that?" He asks as you park beside them.

You open your mouth to answer before shutting off the engine of your car and turning your body to him. He looks upon you blankly as you run your fingers through your hair.

"Can't you see what I need without asking?" You ask quietly.

He sighs before nodding, "Yes. I see."

Exiting your car, you don't even look at the oldest as you grab your bag from the back seat.

"Room?" You call out before opening your trunk and grabbing your duffel bag filled with the usual gun paraphernalia.

"Seven." Sam says and you don't miss the irony of it.

Luck could go shove it.

You push past Dean as he holds his hand out for your bags and you hear him curse under his breath.

"Come on." Dean says as he jogs beside you.

You hold your hand out for the key and it's immediately placed in your hand by the younger brother.

"I'm gonna go for a walk." Sam mutters out.

"Be careful." You and Dean say at the same time. You crack your neck loudly before pushing open the door and dropping your bag onto the small table the cheap motel room offers.

Closing the door behind him, you can hear Dean sigh loudly.

Fighting was always fun with him in years passed. It was always an adrenaline rush. But, these days you're so far past it. You just want to do your job, have a drink and that's it.

"You can't just shut me out." Dean says, folding his arms and leaning against the wall.

"Yeah? Watch me." You retort as you begin to make lines of salt on the window.

"Y/N. I mean it. This has fucked you up entirely. I know what it's like to bottle things away until you're overflowing. I know that pain you're hiding. Just talk to me."

"No!" You bark out before you feel arms wrap around you.

You can smell him. The smell is something akin to home. He smells of whisky and musk. Old leather that is worn and creasing. He smells of gunpowder and mint.

"Get the fuck off me." You seethe, writhing in his grasp as it tightens.

"I know you. I know you so well- Hell, I practically am you. Don't you dare think it's okay to keep it to yourself. You're strong? Yeah well, sometimes dams break too." You set the bottle of salt down on the table before turning towards him.

His evergreen irises, staring deep into yours. His small freckles that you've counted a number of times since you were fifteen. His gentle stubble, a sign that he's been taking care of himself.

His thumbs run over the leather of your jacket but you can practically feel the calloused skin on yours.

"If I talk about it, it makes it real. I just want to work. I want to shoot things and save people." You say before ripping your eyes away from him to the gold necklace he adorns.

"This is real, Y/N. A kid that we called our own is gone. His mother. His father. His uncle. Are all without him now." Just those words send you hurtling yourself towards him.

Breaking free from his grasp, he lets you punch him in the chest. He lets you take your anger out on him. Because he's Dean and he's always here to drink in your sorrow whenever it comes around. Because, in order to be truly emotionless you have to give them away to someone else.

"He was just a kid! He was just a little boy!" You yell as you punch the older man in the jaw. His body makes contact with the floor as your screams become intelligible.

With a groan he pulls himself up before standing still. Your hard punches slowly turn soft and then you're beating on his chest.

Letting out a shaky breath, he pulls you close to him. You let out a sob, a small garbled noise, into his grey t-shirt. Feeling the cotton absorb your tears as your eyes burn.

"He was a baby. We should have just left him at the orphanage like Bobby told us. We sh-shouldn't have taken him with us." You cry out.

You let the sorrow eat at you for a second. Let your mind wrap around your emotions before closing yourself off once more. Something you're getting almost too good at.

You shove the handsome man away from you before wiping at your face and turning away from him.

"Y/N. He wanted to come with us. We couldn't leave him to the system after everything he had seen. He wanted to grow up and be a hunter. He wanted us. And we wanted him." Dean whispers, you can hear the crack in his voice. The strain of his vocal cords from weary emotion.

"Yeah well, we fucking failed him. We should have never taken him with us."

"He loved you, Y/N. You raised him. You were his mother for years when he didn't have one himself. You made him into a strong boy." He tells you.

You look down at the woven bracelet Marsh had bought you for mother's day with Dean's money and your jaw clenches with grief.

But, Dean was his father too. And, you know it's taken a toll on him as well. You can't be so selfish.

"He loved you too. You were the father he needed and always wanted. I'm sorry." You say finally before looking out the window at both of your cars as they sit side by side like always.

"Me too. I'm-I'm sorry." He mumbles.

You know that's big for him. Even if he is ever sorrowful getting those two words out is like hot searing pain to him but he at least tries with you.

"We good?" You ask him as you turn back around.

You find him still staring, still drinking you in even with your back turned and your stomach coils like when you were a teenager.

"Yeah. Yeah, we're good." He says finally before opening his arms.

You almost take that welcoming before snorting and grabbing the discarded salt on the table.

"Nice try." You mumble before putting salt in front of the door.

"It's not a sin to hug someone." He whispers before grabbing your gun bag and throwing it on his bed.

No but it's a sin to hug him.

"So what's the job?" You ask aloud as you all sit in the dive bar.

Sam holds up the newspaper before sliding it across the table.

"Annalise Greenlee. An aspiring model, murdered and raped in her apartment. Police say there was no forced entry, all doors and windows were locked. Now, get this-- her body from her kidneys and above were mush. Exploded inside her body while she was dying." Sam says earning widened eyes from you.

"Must be one pretty pissed off bitch." You reply before taking a long sip of your whisky and coke.

Dean seems to have meant it when he said you were both okay because his attention has now left you and worrying about you. He's more worried about who he'll be sheathing his cock in tonight.

Typical.

"Y/N. Go tell that girl that we're producers for a reality t.v. show." Dean says elbowing you and nodding to a pretty petite brunette that leans against the bar.

You sigh almost a little too loudly.

"Hey! Pretty girl!" You call over to her.

Her head turns and you want to roll your eyes at her confidence. As if she was the only pretty girl in the bar.

Sauntering over, you watch her overly eager hips sway. Her index finger twirling her hair seductively as she approaches.

"My friend here wants to buy you a drink. You okay with that?" I ask her as she looks over at Dean.

Her pupils widen and her tongue slowly licks at her lips before smiling.

"Sure. That sounds great. I'm Olive." She says leaning against the booth. Her breasts thrust upwards in the air as her low cut tank top is pulled lower and you can hear the audible growl your best friend gives.

"Just call me Popeye." Dean says before shoving you out of the way and climbing over you to get out of the booth.

You stare at Sam unimpressed and he covers his face as he begins to smile.

"See you two later hmm?" He asks.

Kissing the top of your head quickly, you roll your eyes before turning the small black straw in your mixed drink.

Seems like he's forgotten every reason to be upset when he can be knee deep in pussytown.

Fingering at the small woven bracelet, you let out a small, unamused laugh before finishing the contents of your drink.

"You okay?" Sam asks quietly as you pick up the newspaper.

"Why wouldn't I be?" You bite back, angrier than you mean to.

"It's not fair of him to do that." He replies kindly and you put your fist under your chin before skimming over the bar.

"The word fair and the word Dean do not go hand in hand. Come on, let's go play pool. I could do with beating your ass in something today." You say before standing up.

It's almost too easy for Dean to unlock the recesses of your heart but it's almost too painfully easy to lock yourself back up.

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Your Power Over Me: Two - motivation

Summary: There are more reasons besides loving New Orleans for Frank Shaver to want Power out of his city.

Pairing: Frank Shaver x OFC (Michelle Shaver)

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: gun fire, violence, blood mention, hospital mention, gunshot wound, general angst

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

The weird calls never stopped coming in. For two weeks Frank was working later and later. Sometimes not coming home until the early hours of the morning, absolutely exhausted. Claudia cried for her dad the first few nights, going until she wore herself out and fell asleep with tears drying on her face. But after a while she finally understood. Her dad was out there catching bad guys — making New Orleans safer — just for her.

It wasn’t until the last few nights that Michelle cried for her husband. Silently, into the darkness of their shared bedroom, as she tried to wait up for him to come home. She was sure it was the pregnancy hormones that were making this harder. This wouldn’t be the first or last time that Frank would have to work ridiculous hours in order to get to the bottom of something. Michelle prided herself on being the strong detective wife that she was. Never crying, always positive, always supportive. But some nights were harder than others.

Some days too.

And that morning was one of the harder ones. Frank left the day before around nine to start his shift and hadn’t been home since. He texted to let her know that he was okay — just following some leads on this new pill on the streets of New Orleans. Claudia didn’t have daycare that day. They could only afford for her to go about three times a week.

Home alone, taking on the world, the Shaver women.

Michelle had set up Claudia in the living room with a paper craft and her favorite tv show while she tried to throw together some lunch for the two of them. She really needed to go shopping. Hopefully Claudia wouldn’t be too put off by the idea of bologna and cheese sandwiches and cucumber. Again. For the third time that week. Eh, she was three. She would eat the same thing every day if she had the choice. Michelle just wasn’t giving her any.

“Hey, baby,” Michelle called to her daughter from the kitchen, “You want juice or water with lunch?”

“Hmmmm juice!” her tiny voice called back.

“Juice what?”

“Juice…pea!”

“Please — all right.”

Michelle gave a thumbs up as she grabbed a juice box from the fridge. It was the last one. She put the juicebox on the bright purple divided plate and brought it out to the living room. Claudia had already set aside her craft and sat patiently at the coffee table, little princess chair pulled up to the side as she watched her show. Michelle set down the plate in front of her and stabbed the straw into the juice box.

“Remember, don’t squeeze.” Michelle handed the box back to Claudia then brushed her fingers over her dark hair. She hoped the next one got her bright copper locks.

“Tank you, Mommy,” Claudia said as she set the juice box by her plate. “I love you.”

Michelle smiled down at her. She really was a great kid. She threw her fits and was struggling with her speech — but every kid was different. She would admit, being a mother was hard. Having a little person who didn’t ask to be born be fully dependent on her was scary at times. Some days Michelle felt like she was failing Claudia in some way. Other days she felt more like a caregiver than a mother, being drained and worn down by the end of a day spent with her daughter. But Claudia would never know that. Never.

“I love you too, baby.”

There was a noise coming from outside. Like someone was hitting something with a hammer repeatedly. Under that was a squeaky car engine and shouting. With a furrowed brow, Michelle moved to the window to see what was going on. They lived on a pretty quiet street. She parted the curtain in time to see a blue van with the side door slid open barreling down the street. Two men were hanging out of the door — each of them with a gun pointed at what looked like a person running faster than the van.

The men in the van were firing right at the houses as they drove past, trying to hit the one running outside.

“Claudia!” Michelle yelled as she quickly turned from the window.

In a moment, she scooped Claudia up into her arms, just before the first bullet broke through the front of the house.

Glass breaking. Wood splintering. Bullets whizzing through the air. Claudia screaming into her shoulder. White hot, burning pain in her upper thigh as she ducked behind the kitchen counter for safety. Just in time for all of it to stop.

Michelle lowered herself down onto the floor. Claudia was still screeching and crying as she clung tightly to her mother’s shirt. Michelle adjusted Claudia in her arms and could already see the red pooling onto the floor beneath her left leg. The pain was gone — but it was getting hard to breathe. Had that really just happened? Her entire leg now felt numb. Her fingers shook violently as she pulled her phone from her pocket. It was a struggle to dial the correct number.

“911, what is your emergency?”

“Gun — there was a driveby — I’ve been shot.” Michelle looked down at her leg again. Her jeans were soaked in red, it was getting on Claudia’s bare feet.

“What is your address?”

“1492 Clermont Dr, New Orleans.”

“Okay, paramedics are on their way. Is there anyone else with you?”

“Yes — my — my daughter, Claudia. She’s okay — I think.”

There was a pause from the dispatcher. Then she asked tentatively, “Michelle?”

“Yeah.” She leaned her head back on the lower cabinets as she tried to gain control of her breathing. “Frank Shaver’s wife.”

“Oh, God.” There was a clammer, the dispatcher speaking to someone else in the room. “We’re trying to get a hold of Frank now. Where have you been shot? I can give you some instructions on how to slow the bleeding.”

Michelle looked down at her leg again. Claudia had quieted down but refused to let go of her. There was a sizable amount of blood pooled beneath her. A water glass lay broken on the floor beside her. A bologna sandwich was spread all over the ground at her feet. Her head felt lighter than it should.

“In — Upper thigh.”

“Okay. I need you to get a towel or a t-shirt and wrap it tight around your leg. Can you do that?”

“I — I don’t think I can get up.” Michelle set the phone down on the ground and switched it to speaker-phone. Then she pulled Claudia’s head up to look at her. “Hey, Cloudy, I need you to do something for Mommy, okay?”

“No!” she cried, clinging to Michelle’s shirt tighter.

“Hey, hey.” Michelle forced her to look at her again. “I know you’re scared, baby. I’m — I’m scared too. Do you think you can be brave for both of us, though? Just for a few seconds?”

It took her a moment, but Claudia finally sniffed back the snot in her nose and nodded.

“That’s my girl.” Michelle smiled. “I need you to go to Mommy and Daddy’s room and grab one of the t-shirts off the floor, okay? Can you do that for me?”

Claudia nodded again and let go of her mother’s shirt. She put her feet down in the small pool of blood that had formed. Then she ran off down the hallway.

“Is your daughter getting the towel or shirt?” the dispatcher asked.

“Yeah. What should I — ?”

“You’re gonna take the shirt and wrap it around your leg where you think your wound is. Make sure to tie it tight to the point that it hurts. That should slow the bleeding down enough until the paramedics get there.” There was a pause. “Michelle, how far along are you?”

“Almost twenty-one weeks.” She could feel the sweat that had gathered on her brow, the way her eyes couldn’t seem to focus on anything. “We find out if it’s a boy or a girl soon.”

“Which are you hoping for?”

Michelle swallowed thickly. “Frank wants another girl — but I think it’s a boy.”

Claudia came running back into the kitchen with one of her dad’s t-shirts in her little hands. It was one of his old band t-shirts from the 90s that he loved. Michelle quickly took it from her and stretched it into a thin strip.

“Do you have something?” the dispatcher asked.

“Yeah. T-shirt.”

Michelle lifted her leg to get the t-shirt under it and felt a stabbing pain go down her leg and up her spine. She cried out at the feeling but quickly slung the t-shirt under her thigh before lowering it back down to the floor.

“Michelle? Can you hear me Michelle?”

“Yeah — I’m here. Hurts to — Hurts to move.”

She knotted the t-shirt at the top of her leg and pulled as tight as she could. The blood that had soaked into her pants squelched out as she pulled. She groaned, squeezing her eyes shut tight as she let go of the t-shirt. Her breaths came out in ragged pants as her entire leg was consumed in burning pain. When she opened her eyes, the world was rimmed with black spots that she knew weren’t a good sign. Her insides heaved. Her head swam.

“I think I’m gonna…” Michelle trailed off as she reached for Claudia.

“Hey, stay with me Michelle. Keep talking. Michelle, the paramedics are almost there. Stay with me…”

The dispatcher kept talking, but the longer Michelle listened, the further the sound of her voice got. The kitchen titled, blurred. The last thing she saw before a blackness overtook her was Claudia crying.

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Frank pulled up to the house with a screeching of tires. He killed the engine as fast as he could. Crime scene tape had already been put up across his front yard. Neighbors were gathered to see what was going on. He practically jumped out of the car and slammed the door shut behind him.

He should have been there. He should have been there. He should have been there.

“Out of the way! Out of the way!” Frank called ahead as he ran through the small crowd of people towards the house.

Michelle. There she was. Being wheeled out of the house on a stretcher. Oh, God, she looked so pale. She wasn’t awake. Frank’s heart stopped inside his chest. Came to a screeching halt as he ducked under the police tape and jogged over to his wife. This couldn’t have been happening. They lived in an okay neighborhood. Their neighbors were kind and weren’t involved in anything. He had checked and double checked before they even thought about moving into that house. That house that was now littered with bullet holes, the two windows in the front broken and the large potted plant Michelle had on the porch shattered.

Frank had seen some disgusting things during his time in the police force. Gunshot wounds, severed limbs, OD victims, grossly decomposed bodies. But nothing compared to seeing Michelle lying on that stretcher. Her jeans were soaked red. She had a t-shirt tied tightly around her left thigh. Her hands, limp at her sides, were coated in blood. Her skin was ghostly white. Frank felt like he was on his first case again. Sick to his stomach, far away yet right there at the same time. There was a ringing in his ears.

Claudia crying for him broke through all that though.

Frank watched Michelle get wheeled by and looked up to see his little girl in the arms of one of the paramedics. Squirming and reaching for him.

“Daddy! Daddy!”

“Claudia!” He sprinted across the sidewalk and pulled her from the paramedic’s arms. She immediately buried her head into his shoulder and squeezed him tight. He looked to the paramedic. “Is she hurt?”

“No, your daughter is fine.” The paramedic gestured for them to go over to the ambulance. “Your wife has a gunshot wound to the thigh — we think the bullet hit her femoral artery. She’s lost a lot of blood.”

“She gonna be okay?” Frank asked.

The paramedic looked back at him when they reached the ambulance. He was used to seeing that kind of face at a crime scene. That look that spelled bad news but a hopefulness if only for the family’s benefit.

“We just need to get to the hospital as fast as possible.”

Frank nodded before climbing into the back of the ambulance, Claudia still cradled in his arms. He kept his eyes trained on Michelle as he sat down. Her hair was down and brighter than usual in comparison to the dullness of her skin. She was wearing one of those headbands she had made herself out of one of Claudia’s old, ruined onesies. He should have been home. This never would have happened if he had just let the wild goose chase go. If he had just listened to his partner Landry. But there was something about this pill…It had to be connected to all the strange calls they were getting. The people who could do ubelievable things. It all had to be connected somehow. Somehow.

“Alright, let’s check on baby, shall we?” The paramedic sitting across from Frank grabbed a portable fetal doppler from one of the compartments.

Without even thinking, he reached out and took hold of Michelle’s hand. They were always so warm — motherly in the heat they produced. But now they were cold and slightly clammy. The dried blood on her fingers was coming off at his touch but he wouldn’t let go. Couldn’t let go.

He tried to ignore the thought as it invaded his mind. But he couldn’t help it. Fear, like a hand of ice, gripped his heart. Black tendrils of some frozen deep sea monster curled around his spine, his neck, cutting off the air in his lungs.

What if I lose her?

“Okay, heartbeat is a little slow. You’ve gotta real fighter coming, Frank.” He smiled at Claudia. “Just like big sister, I bet.”

That’s right — he knew this paramedic. He always seemed to be the one to show up to his crime scenes. They exchanged witty banter and discussed the Saints. His name was Brandon. Frank looked up at him now, unsure what expression was on his face. Did he look as scared as he felt? As lost? As pleading for them to do something to make his wife not look like that? Brandon smiled reassuringly.

“She’s gonna be okay, Frank.”

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He only asked her to senior prom after his best friend, Clayton, practically begged him to do it. She was friends with his date and girlfriend Melissa, so it made perfect sense for them to go together. Frank, who went solely by Frankie back then, had begrudgingly gone along with it. He didn’t even know her. Sure he had seen her around, they went to a small school, it was hard not to recognize someone in the hallways.

She was cute, he supposed. Bright red hair with a yellow tinge. Catcher for the softball team. Pretty quiet in the few classes they had together over the years. He’d never talked to her before. Then again, that didn’t mean she was anything special. He didn’t talk to any girls that weren’t dating his friends. Frankie was terribly awkward and shy around girls. Constantly fumbling over his words and running his fingers through his hair he would never admit he showed a picture of Leo Dicaprio in Titanic to get.

Frankie was shocked by the smile that overcame her face when he asked her. Stuttering and trying to sound as disinterested as possible cause he thought it was cool. She only nodded in agreement then ran off down the hall with Melissa. He stared after them with furrowed brows. Girls were so weird.

Then the night of prom finally came. Frankie and Clayton came to pick up the girls at Melissa’s house in Clayton’s dad’s brand new Mercedes-Benz E55 AMG. That was such a cool car and Clayton was terrified to get even a single scratch on it. Frankie rented a tuxedo for the evening, with a bowtie that he hated and his mom tried but failed to sit straight. He held the corsage he had picked up in the plastic box at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for the girls to come down from getting ready.

Melissa came down first. Frankie could hear Clayton sigh dreamily at the sight of her. Which made his face bunch up in disgust. She was wearing a green and yellow floral print dress with a matching shawl. Her hair was up with little wispy pieces framing her face. Frankie watched as the longtime couple met with anxious smiles and mumbled you look greats.

Michelle came down the stairs next. And Frankie had never seen someone so beautiful in all his life. She had left her hair down, seemingly untouched by any pins or curling irons. He liked it that way. Her dress was pink, floor length, with spaghetti straps holding it on her shoulders. When she got closer, he could see the little beads on the bodice of the dress and the way she had simply done in her makeup. In comparison, it made Melissa look like she was wearing a lot. It unnerved and awed him at the same time, her natural beauty and shy smile.

“Hi Frankie,” she said when she got to the bottom of the stairs.

“Hi — Hi Michelle.” He nearly dropped the box with her corsage in it. “You look — You look perfect.”

That wasn’t really the word he meant to say. But he stuck with it anyway. She did look perfect. Why hadn’t he talked to her before again?

She seemed to glance at Melissa and Clayton, too preoccupied with each other to notice anything else that was going on. Then she looked down at the plastic container in Frankie’s hands. “Is that for me?”

“Yeah. Yeah.” He popped open the container and pulled out the corsage. “Melissa said you like flowers a lot — so I uh — got something different.”

Was her face always that red?

The band of the corsage was made from a couple of those stretchy bead bracelets all stuck together and the flowers were fresh. He wasn’t sure what he was doing when he stepped into Donna’s Flower Shop that afternoon. The kind woman behind the counter had smiled at his discomfort and asked him about the girl he was taking to prom. Donna knew Michelle. She apparently came in all the time and took a few of Donna’s bouquet creating classes. Donna whipped something together in a matter of minutes.

White and pink magnolia blooms, these blue thistle looking things, and little pink flower buds. Frankie had never cared about flowers much, but he thought it looked pretty enough. He was already wearing his boutonniere, his mom having asked to pin it on his lapel herself.

“Do you like it?” he asked as he handed the corsage to her.

She smiled up at him and he could have sworn his heart beat faster in his chest. “I love it. Magnolias are my favorite, you know.”

The four of them took the customary pictures on the stairs and outside in front of Melissa’s house. Frankie made sure to give Melissa’s mom his own mother’s phone number so pictures could be shared once they were printed. Then they were off to the dance in the Mercedes-Benz.

Melissa and Clayton sat in the front while Michelle and Frankie sat in the back. It was about a twenty minute drive to the hotel the prom was being held at. The theme was enchanted forest.

“So, you’re on the wrestling team, right?” Michelle asked after a few minutes of sitting in silence.

Frankie cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uh, yeah.”

“Is — Is it fun?” she asked with a skeptical face.

“No.” He laughed. “I’m glad the season is finally over.”

“Not gonna do it in college?”

He shook his head. “Nah. No.”

“Can’t blame you.” She shrugged. “The weigh-ins, the scrambling to gain or lose weight…Doesn’t sound very fun.”

“What about you — you gonna play softball in college?”

Michelle flushed and began to fidget with the band of her corsage. “Uh, no — I’m not going…I have an apprenticeship at Donna’s Flower Shop lined up.”

“Oh. That sounds cool.”

“Wish my parents thought so.” She turned her gaze towards the window almost in shame.

Frankie, on gut reaction, reached out and touched her leg reassuringly. But instantly retracted his hand once he felt the fabric of her satin dress. She didn’t seem to notice. “Hey, they’ll come around to the idea eventually.”

“Doesn’t seem like it,” she sighed, “They don’t think my life is gonna go anywhere — just because I don’t wanna go to college. That I’m squandering my potential.”

“Well, I don’t think that.”

She looked away from the window and smiled at him. A small, genuine smile that brought a grin to his face. Michelle seemed cool and easy to talk to. Why hadn’t he talked to her before?

When they got to the dance, half of the school was already out on the dance floor. The lights were dimmed, high heels and suit jackets abandoned at tables. The photo station was set up in the corner of the hotel ballroom. Sprinkled with fairy lights and fake foliage to make it look like the enchanted forest that the night was supposed to be themed around. Melissa gave out a squeal of delight at the photo station that made Frankie jump, then she dragged Clayton in that direction so they could go take their photo. Michelle and Frankie trailed behind them, unsure of where else to go.

Melissa and Clayton took at least ten pictures together. Each one of them posed together holding each other close and smiling at one another. Frankie could feel his face get hot as he watched them. He glanced over at Michelle then behind him to the people forming a line. Would he have to hold her waist like that? Part of him wanted to, the other part of him didn’t know if she wanted him to and wasn’t willing to ask.

The photographer ushered them up to the station while Melissa and Clayton flipped through the automatic print outs.

“You guys want digital or polaroids?” he asked.

“Uh — “ Michelle looked at Frankie and he shrugged. “Polaroid is fine, I guess.”

“Hey, easier for me.” The photographer picked up the polaroid camera and pointed it at them. “Alright, sir, if I could have you stand behind your lovely date there — there you go and then put your hands on her waist. That’s it. And, ma’am, just put your hands on top of his. Great.”

Frankie felt hot everywhere. He was certain that the camera would be able to pick up how red his cheeks are. But Michelle, she felt relaxed in his hold. Leaning back into him with an air of casualness that made his breath hitch. Like she was meant to be there. He smiled, closed lipped, for the pictures. His hands strayed around her waist and hips as they walked off the enchanted forest set. Michelle smiled over her shoulder at him in a knowing way and he coughed as he fully let go of her.

The photographer handed them two polaroids that weren’t yet fully developed. Michelle shook her’s as they walked over to where Melissa and Clayton were waiting for them. In the photo, Michelle had her head tilted to one side, a smile crinkling the corners of her eyes. A piece of her fire-like hair was caught on his shoulder. He swallowed thickly as he stowed the polaroid in his suit jacket pocket.

For the majority of the night, they stood around and bobbed their heads to the music. A few other friends joined their circle, but it stayed relatively small in comparison to the pile of people closer to the DJ. A few slow songs came and went. Melissa and Clayton danced to every single one. Holding each other and pressing their foreheads together — kissing at the end of each song. Michelle and Frankie would give each other a knowing look, Michelle at one point wiggled her eyebrows which made Frankie burst out laughing. They talked and laughed throughout the night.

And Frankie had to ask himself, yet again: Why had he never talked to her before?

She was radiant, warm. Kind and humorous in a quiet way that often went unnoticed by people who weren’t looking for it. She was quiet in a way that complimented him well and she listened when he spoke. Something he couldn’t even find at home.

“Alright, this party is almost over,” the DJ announced which made the majority of the room break out into a chorus of boos, “So let’s play one last song for all those little lovebirds out there.”

The opening beats to “All My Life” by K-Ci & JoJo filled the ballroom. Frankie glanced over at Michelle. They had somehow split apart in their friend circle for the first time that night. He was on one side of the group with some of his friends from the wrestling team, while she seemed to be hovering on the outside of a group of girls he recognized from a few of his classes.

He took a deep breath. If he was going to be a police officer one day, he needed to have the courage to ask a girl to dance. She whipped her head around when he tapped her on her bare shoulder. Red hair smacked him in the face. He ignored it though.

“Do you, uh — You wanna dance with me?” Frankie jabbed his thumb over at the dance floor.

Michelle smiled and even in the dim light he could see her cheeks redden. “Sure, Frankie.”

“Cool.” He smiled and took her hand.

Their arms were stiff at first. Holding each other out at length and not daring to look one another in the eye. Okay, so maybe he didn’t have the courage to ask a girl to dance for a reason. But somehow, in a way that he couldn’t explain, it felt right. It felt good to be awkwardly dancing to “All My Life” at the senior prom with Michelle Richards.

Frankie felt her take a deep breath and her hands soften on his shoulders.

“Can I admit something?” she asked, eyebrows pinched together in concern, “And — it’s okay if you feel uncomfortable and wanna…Like, never talk to me again or something.”

“Uh — Okay, I’m scared now,” he chuckled nervously.

“So, I’ve had a crush on you for like, a year.” She rolled her eyes and stared down at his crooked bowtie. “And I…May have convinced Melissa to convince Clayton to convince you to…Ask me to prom.”

Frankie didn’t know what to say for a second. He didn’t think anybody would ever have a crush on him. He was awkward, gangly, a bit of a hothead, his ears stuck out funny (though his mom told him it was an endearing feature). But Michelle Richards, softball catcher and future florist, liked him.

“I wish you would’ve told me sooner.” He smiled and pulled her closer. “I’m glad you did that.”

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There was a beeping in her ears that annoyed her into being awake. Her face scrunched as she listened to it for a moment, her eyes still closed. God, that really was an aggravating sound. Did the fire alarm need it’s batteries changed or something? She could ask Frank to pick some up on the way home. Wait — was she just asleep? Was Claudia still sleeping from her nap? If she wasn’t, what kind of mess had she made? Michelle sighed as she opened her eyes just a crack, enough to see a blurred white tile ceiling.

That wasn’t her ceiling. But she didn’t pay much attention to that. She needed to check on Claudia. She moved to sit up and a dizziness, but not just in her head, in her whole body, took over. It kind of reminded her of the first time she and Frank smoked weed.

There were hands on her shoulders, easing her back down.

“Hey, baby — lay back down, alright? Try not to move too much.”

She pulled her eyes open more. Frank was standing over her. He had dark circles under red rimmed eyes.

“Mm — Frankie?” Michelle complied with laying back down, if only to make that weird feeling go away.

“I’m gonna go get the nurse, okay?” He let go of her shoulders and left the room.

Michelle was left to stare up at the ceiling, pondering. She was definitely in a hospital. Had she had the baby? She didn’t even know what the gender was yet. That was unfair. She didn’t even remember the last, and arguably usually the longest, weeks of her pregnancy.

Then it all hit her at once. The van. The running man. The shooting. Broken glass. Pain in her leg. Blood on the kitchen floor. Claudia crying.

Michelle sat up, her head swimming, and looked around the room. She couldn’t see Claudia. Only an empty bag of McDonald’s and an NOPD duffle bag. She continued to look around the room lazily, brain only half processing what was going on, until Frank came back into the room.

“Where’s Claudia?” she asked.

“My mom came and picked her up a few hours ago,” he said, moving to stand by her side.

She stared down at her lap for a moment. “I — I got shot.”

Frank’s head dropped and he seemed to take in a deep, pained breath. When he looked back up at her, there were tears in his eyes. He reached down and took her hand. “Yeah, babe, you did.”

“Is the — “ Michelle reached down and cradled her belly in one hand. “Is the baby okay?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He sniffed. “Yeah — the baby’s fine.”

“Alright, Mrs. Shaver.” A young blonde nurse came into the room with a clipboard. “I’m Haley, I’m your on-call nurse. Now that you’re awake I’m just gonna do a check that everything is okay.”

She grabbed the clipboard from the end of Michelle’s bed and stacked it on top of the other one. Frank helped Michelle lay back down as he moved the bed to a sitting up position.

“Do you feel any pain?” Haley asked.

“No.” Michelle shook her head. “I feel weird…Like I’m a little high.”

“That’s the painkillers. The feeling will wear off in a little while. We’ll make sure your next dose isn’t as strong.” Haley scribbled on the clipboard. “Do you need any water or food?”

“Um, water would be nice.”

“Okay. I think that’s all I need. Your surgery went well. We removed the bullet and repaired your femoral artery. If all looks good tomorrow you should be released the following day.” Haley replaced the clipboard at the end of her bed and smiled. “I’ll be right back with that water.”

Michelle watched her leave with an absentminded stare. Two days in the hospital? What were they supposed to do with Claudia during that time? Who would take her to daycare? Would Frank have to take off work? She sighed heavily as she adjusted the blankets over her legs.

“No, no — I know that face.” Frank pulled a chair up beside her bed and sat down. “The fidgeting. Don’t worry about all that, babe.”

“But who’s gonna take care of Claudia?”

He gripped her hand earnestly. “I will.”

“But we can’t afford for you not to go work, babe.” Burning tears hit the backs of her eyes and in seconds they were dripping down her cheeks. “Especially with the new baby coming and now I’m here and you were so close to finding the source of that pill — “

“I actually wasn’t,” Frank mumbled, head tilted down, “That lead I had was a dead end. Landry said it…But I wouldn’t listen. I should’ve been home.”

“You being there wouldn’t have changed what happened.”

He looked up into her face then. A kind of intensity in his eyes that she rarely got to see. “I could’ve protected you. Made sure you were safe.”

“But I am safe.” She squeezed his hand and gave a soft smile of reassurance. “I’m safe now — with you.”

Frank sighed and dropped his head again. Pressing the backs of her fingers into his forehead. “I was so scared, Meesh.”

Michelle didn’t know what to say. She had been scared too. Was still scared even now. But Frank had never been one to get scared. Even during horror films he sat through them straight faced while she shoved her face into a pillow to hide from the monsters. When he came home from grewling shifts that she would hear about on the news he didn’t show an ounce of fear. Even though the reporters were talking about gunfire and chases, busts of massive drug rings where he could have easily been killed. Frank was a steady rock that reassured her that everything was always going to work out. That no matter what happened, they were going to be okay.

But to see her steady rock shaken in this way made her realize that maybe it had always been the other way around instead. That she was the thing that kept him standing in spite of his fear.

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Michelle fell back asleep after a while. Frank sighed long and hard as he watched her, listened to the heartbeat monitor reassure him that she was alright. He rubbed his hands over his face. God, he was so tired. He hadn’t slept in over twenty-four hours. His entire body felt heavy and worn down to the bone.

Just as his eyes began to slip shut of their own accord, his phone began to vibrate in his pocket. With a soft groan he pulled it out and saw that it was Landry calling. He took the call out in the hallway so as not to disturb Michelle.

“Hey, Landry, what’s up?” he asked as he slipped out of the room and moved down the hall to the vending machine.

Might as well get a snack while he was up.

“Hey, man, how’s Michelle doin?”

“She’s alright. Surgery went well. Resting now.” He surveyed the snacks available and decided he didn’t really want anything.

“Alright, cool, cool. Just let us know if you guys need anything.” There was a brief pause on the other end. “We found the van — crashed into an abandoned warehouse.”

Frank took a deep breath. “Any survivors?”

“Not that we can tell. Driver of the van died on impact and there was one other guy inside. Then — man, this is the crazy part — there’s one guy outside the van. Coroner says he died from severe blunt force trauma. Based on evidence collected at the scene this dude — this dude he ran through three walls, man. Brick walls.”

“He ran through them?”

“Yeah. Coroner also found some crazy shit in the guy’s system he’s never seen before.”

“Were there any of those pills on sight?” He leaned against the wall with a furrowed brow.

“Yeah — yeah. A few in the van. They don’t look like anything we’ve ever seen before, Frank. Something crazy’s going on. Want me to put this on hold till you get back?”

Frank could feel his jaw set. His fist clench at his side. If his years as a detective taught him anything, it was that these pills were the reason his house got shot up. The reason his wife was laying in the hospital with a bullet wound. He needed to get to the bottom of this to keep his family and New Orleans safe.

“Yeah. I’ll be back in a few days,” Frank said, “Let me know if you find anything else.”

And with that, he hung up.

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Summary: Garth and Bess plan a New Year's Party with one goal in mind.

Square Filled: New Years (Genre)

Pairing(s)/Character(s): eventual Charlie x Reader. Previous Y/N x Connor (OMC). Garth x Bess Sam and Dean. Murphy (OFC)

Word Count: 2,107

Warning(s): Not a warning per se but everyone in this fic is a werewolf.

A/N: This was written for @spngenrebingo . Thank you @fictionalabyss and @coffee-obsessed-writer for all the help 💜 Unbeta’d - so all grammar mistakes are my own.

I do not own any of the pictures I used in my aesthetic.

It was unusually warm for the end of December so you had all of your windows open. You were hoping that fresh air would do your home some good. November had been a rough month for you. Not only did you lose your job of five years, you lost your mate. Connor was in the wrong place at the wrong time, according to the detective that called you and needed you to identify the body. At least you had help with the funeral. Not from your fiancé’s family, but from your pack leader. Garth was with you every step of the way.

A gentle knock on your screen door pulled you away from your baking, and you smiled when you realized it was Garth. He let himself in and when you turned around, you realized he was holding a tray of sandwiches, a small mixture of veggies and a pitcher of sweet tea. “The missus wanted me to bring this over and she expects you to eat everything.”

“Even the veggies?”

“Especially the veggies.”

“How is Bess doing? Is she going crazy from being on bed rest?”

“She loves that our pups will be here soon but she hates that she’s confined to the bed.”

Garth watched as you pulled a couple of glasses out of the lowest cabinet, and placed them on the kitchen counter. “I know you didn’t come over just to bring me food, so what’s up?” You picked up a sandwich, and sniffed it cautiously before taking a bite.

“Whatcha doin’ for New Years Eve?”

“Probably nothing.” You took another bite of your sandwich before Garth poured you a cup of tea and slid it towards you. “Why?”

“Well Bess and I are hosting a sort of get together with one of the local packs, and we want you to come.”

“Do I have to? You know, I haven’t really been around anyone since -”

“I know Y/N, I do, but you are a part of our pack. I promise, it wouldn’t be a huge group of people. You remember the Winchesters?” You popped a cherry tomato in your mouth and nodded.

“How many people are we talking, Garth?” You picked up another tomato and just rolled it around in your hand before eating it.

“10 or more.”

“Garthhhhh.” He chuckled as you threw a piece of broccoli at him. “What's the point of going out for New Years Eve? Even if I wanted to get drunk, I can’t…”

“Y/N, you have a perfectly good reason for not drinking.”

“I’ll be the only sober kid at the party.”

“No you won’t. Bess can’t drink, and I’m not drinking either.”

You snorted out a laugh. “Are you really?”

“Yes ma’am. You can always keep Bess company if you don’t want to talk to anyone.”

“That was my plan anyways.”

Garth’s phone beeped, and he had to excuse himself. “You’ll bring our dishes back later, right?”

“No, I’m gonna sell ‘em to the highest bidder on eBay.” You rolled your eyes and grinned as he hovered in the doorway. You walked a few steps and gave him a quick hug before pushing him out the door. “Garth, don’t worry, I’ll bring ‘em back. Now go, someone obviously needs you more than I do.”

A few days later

>> Garth, what in the world am I supposed to wear tonight? HELP ME.

<< Check your closet - there should be a dress and high heels in there. << Don’t ask how they got there… << Bess wants me to remind you that you’ll look beautiful in what she picked out. Oh, and you better be wearing it when pick you up. I'm not arguing with my pregnant wife, so just wear it, please?

>> Fine. What about accessories?

<< On your dresser.

>> Okay.

>> Thank you guys, I mean it.

<< Anytime, you know that.

>> Are you guys here yet?

>> Because we might have a problem…

<< What’s wrong? Does everything fit correctly? Garth is driving so I’m answering for him.

>> Everything fits perfectly, thank you Bess.

>> So I have a kitchen counter full of baked goods.

<< Y/N… << Wait, did you make pies?

>> Yeah, of course.

<< Bring everything wirh you

>> Wirh me?

<< Shut up, Garth hit a bump..

>> Are you guys - no wait, I think someone is knocking at the door.

<< Yeah, that’s Garth.

<< He’s gonna help carry everything, because you shouldn’t be carrying anything.

>> Okay mom, sheesh.

>> I’ll be out in a second…

<< We’ll have fun tonight, I promise.

“Here you go ladies.” The conversation with Bess pauses for a split second as the bubbly red-head sets down a drink in front of each of you.

“Is there alcohol in this?” You reach for the glass in front of you and cautiously sniff at it.

“I was told by your pack leader, who is the sweetest guy by the way, that you two weren’t drinking tonight and we didn’t want you to feel left out. I promise you, there is not a drop of alcohol in there.” Charlie watches as you cautiously take a sip and sighed. “Good, right?”

“This is fantastic. Bess, you need to try this.” You pushed the other glass towards her with a grin. Bess raised an eyebrow at the glass before picking it up to take a sip.

“Oh, that is nice. What’s in this, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Cucumber, coconut water, lime juice and mint.” You finish off your drink and Charlie asks if you’d like a refill. You nod with a shy smile on your face. She promises she’ll be right back.

“Somebody likes youuu.” You roll your eyes at Bess’s teasing.

“No, she’s just being polite. Unless you guys are tryin’ to set me up again.”

“I can neither confirm or deny anything.”

You smiled sadly and glance over at the bar where she was mixing up your drink. “She seems like a sweet girl, and I’d be happy to have her as a friend.”

Bess took another sip of her drink and sets it on the stand sitting beside her. “There’s an unspoken but there, what’s wrong?”

“I didn’t even introduce myself.” You grab a pillow from the couch and place it over your face. “Oh my god Bess, I don’t even know her name…”

“Charlie.” You slowly lower the pillow and your face turns bright red as she stands behind the couch. “Charlie Bradbury, it’s nice to meet you… ” You keep your eyes on Charlie as she hands you your drink, and moves around the couch to take a seat next to you

“I’m Y/N L/N and that’s Bess Fitzgerald, our pack leader’s wife.”

“It’s nice to meet the both of you.”

“I can promise you that she doesn’t bite. I mean, she might, if you’re into that sort of thing.” You heard him chuckle and then turned around to get a good look at who was talking to you. He was standing with a bottle of beer in one hand and a plate filled with deserts in the other. “You mind if I sit next to you?”

“Sure, go ahead.” You quietly chuckle and take a sip of your newest drink.

“Are you actually enjoying those things?” He gestured to your glass and you smiled.

“They aren’t that bad. This one is just 7-up and pineapple juice with sherbet. It’s pretty good actually.”

The two of you chatted and occasionally, Dean would go silent from eating something. You smiled at the small noises he would make. “I wanna meet whoever made this pie. It’s the best thing I’ve had all night.”

“You don’t have to look that far.”

“No way, you?”

“I made everything you have on that plate. I tend to bake when I’m nervous…”

“Garth mentioned something like that. You must be Y/N, then?”

“In the flesh, and you are..?”

“I’m Dean Winchester.”

“So Dean, between you and Garth, who’s idea was it to set me and Charlie up?” Dean was about to answer when Garth started shouting your name over and over from across the room. You rolled your eyes and cupped your hands over your mouth to shout back at him. “What do you want?”

“Come play Cards Against Humanity with us!!”

“I’ll be right there.” Dean chuckled beside you. “You owe me an answer, Winchester.”

“It was Garth actually.” Dean brushed the crumbs off of his shirt as he stood up. “He’s been worried about you.”

“It hasn’t been easy, I’ll admit but Garth and Bess made it easier. I’m not ready to date, and I don’t know when I’ll be ready to again, but I want to get to know Charlie.”

“You can always start tonight.” Dean nudged his head towards the table where everyone was waiting for the game to start. He grinned as he watched you walk across the room and take the empty seat next to Charlie.

It was getting closer and closer to midnight, and every time you tried to talk to Charlie, someone would interrupt the two of you.

“Who did I piss off tonight?” You mumbled to yourself as another drink was placed in front of you. You gave a quiet thanks and sighed to yourself as the waitress walked away. “You’d give me so much shit for this Connor, I know you would. I love you, and I miss you but all I’m asking for is one uninterrupted conversation with her. Is that asking too much? Connor, you wanna help me out here? You know what, I know exactly how you’d respond to that, so never mind.” You took a nervous sip of your drink when you felt someone tapping on your shoulder.

“Am I interrupting?”

“Of course not, I mean… I was just talking to myself.”

“I hope the conversation was good at least.” You snorted into your drink and when you heard Charlie laughing, you made eye contact with her. “What, it’s a legitimate statement.”

“My fiancé said something similar to that when we first met. Only I was ranting about something work related that pissed me off… You should’ve seen his face.”

“You ramble when you’re nervous, don’t you?” You nodded your head and watched as she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s cute. You’re cute, but Y/N? You don’t have to be nervous around me.”

“Well, I know that now.” And for the first time that night, you genuinely smiled.

More and more people were making their way outside to watch the fireworks that were set to go off at midnight, and you were relieved. More bodies meant you wouldn’t do something stupid.

Other couples were kissing at this point, and your face flushed. It wasn’t until someone bumped into you hard, and sent you forward that you realized your lips were pressed against Charlie’s. The two of you pulled apart and started laughing at what happened. “I’d like to try that for real one day.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“It’s a date then.” Charlie winked as she softly kissed your lips again and grabbed a hold of your hand.

“Happy New Year!!”

“So you’re telling me, that your first kiss with mom was a complete fluke?” Murphy looked up at you when you finished braiding her hair.

“Not a fluke, just a happy accident.”

Murphy turned around in your lap and grinned at you. “I know that’s how you met mom, but what brought you two together?”

“That my child is a story for another time.” You hopped her on the nose and watched as she stood up and made her way over to her bed. Murphy pulled the sheet over her body and yawned.

“Mommy?”

“Yes dear?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Murphy. Good night, baby.” You kissed her on the forehead before flicking on her night light and leaving the door open a crack before exiting her room.

You made your way downstairs towards the kitchen and you lingered in the doorway. Charlie was quietly humming along with radio as she frosted yet another cupcake. “Need some help?”

“Nah, I’m almost done. Our baby is turning 8 tomorrow. Where’d the time go?”

“That’s a fantastic question but I don’t have an answer.”

"You wanna watch a movie before bed? We can always multitask..” Charlie waggled her eyebrows and you giggled quietly.

“We have gift bags to put together missy.” You paused with a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “But we can always work on those in the morning..” You walked around the island to kiss Charlie on the cheek and darted out of the room with Charlie chasing after you.

Forever Tags - @lovetusk @coffee-obsessed-writer@justballoonfishthings@mirajanefairytailmage @kazosa @wings-of-a-raven @docharleythegeekqueen @clockworkmorningglory@lefthologramdeer @ellen-reincarnated1967@holyfuckloueh @idreamofplaid @buckyscrystalqueen @ilovetaquitosmmmm @n3rdybird @super-fan-of-all-things @disneymarina @sandlee44 @babykalika2001

#spngenrebingo #New Years #Charlie x Reader #Charlie Bradbury x Reader

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ahem kpop bias ask. if u want to. onf and onewe… this is my second formal apology 😔💕. onewe is an afterthought i’m really asking for ur top ten jayus things -tt

NDSKJFSKGH it's really not that serious omgg but hehe. i will start with onewe bc i don't need to elaborate too much. i actually don't wanna hand it to him but i'm gonna have to hand it to yonghoon 🙄 ever since i made that post abt how he fits in a venn diagram w jayus & changgu i have come to realise it . truly mental illness. help. but u know what's more mental illness? whatever bullshit i've written under the cut (it's LONG)

i mean for onf ofc we know. we know. BUT i will say all of them are my meow meows & initially i was an emkay boy actually... like at the very beginning. he's a catboy so ofc i was drawn to him but i think the way i approach each onf boy is different & well jayus has to be the closest to what u would call a ' bias ' ... obviously...

that aside... top ten jayus things. hm. well. in no particular order...

- He's So Normal. but he's also not. i say he's normal bc i think he's the most specialest man (parasocial) but i know to some he just looks like a dude... but look... he is the guy. he is capable of being the guy. because he is. the guy. help i actually got attached to capricorn man i don't even know. now ofc if anything were to change my mind on this (ie him turning out to Suck) i will not excuse him he's still a celeb & idk him but for the time being he's my man

- he actually is very nice?? like from what we know of him. as one of the leaders we know the others rely on him & they seem to trust him a lot. he's also shown a lot of care like,, when wyatt lost his mother during byubyu promos i think & kept it to himself to not bring everyone down, but jayus called him asking where he was then brought like... everyone wyatt loved with him to visit him? just thinking about it gets me all misty-eyed. people being considerate just does things to me i'm not immune. it just makes me think the ppl around them are in good hands if they ever need someone to lean on & like augghhgf to be dependable

- honestly a bit obsessed w how relevant his dislike of cucumbers is that it's mentioned in song lyrics. also that's a mood i hate cucumbers so like i get it. every idol who hates cucumbers they just get it... i do find it funny in general how Serious idols who hate cucumbers are about hating cucumbers

- he's fully aware his stage name is peculiar & that's one of my favourite things truly genuinely... "i'm j-us my name is weird" yea the fuck it is!! how did u even come up with that 😭 but look i enjoy calling him jayus so i can't really complain. i don't think i'll ever be on first name terms with him it feels weird to call him seungjun i feel like i'm about to scold him & like . No

- his fashion. is so bad (positive) sometimes. but also he wears light turtlenecks on purpose so like who am i to complain? (i still think his fit for the sukswim dance practice was SO silly though ngl everyone else was #normal and he had his Jacket. he's not normal actually) i feel like i wanna borrow half his wardrobe... i'd cut a chest window into a turtleneck but then not give it back bc it's for Me now i get the chest window fuck off

- this specific pic of him doing the dishes. i've rbed it at least twice u can probably find it on my blog if u look for it but i admit there are a number of jayus pics in my jayus tag... possible u've already seen it though

- okay now onto the more basic things bc i wanted to get the rest out of the way HE'S A FUCKING PERFORMER!!!!! and i'm genuinely upset we don't get to see it that often bc he leaves the floor to the rest of the group & never takes center!! bro!!! post dance covers where ur the only one dancing!! i'm begging u. ur the leader of the performance team but i can never promote u. i have to rb my pinned post endlessly... pls give me more.....

- now this may be bc of conditioning myself. okay. but he's grown to have my favourite vocal tone in onf. i've already described his voice's flavour so i won't repeat it but it's truly like......... i appreciate it a lot i want to hear him sing more. i feel like he's not the type to post song covers which sucks bc he really has a good voice :/ & he's skilled at singing! even the onf members who aren't the vocalists have very good voices & good technique too! i'm sure i'm not the only one who thinks we should hear all of them more. i love more vocal-focused songs bc we get to hear all of them & it's the best thing (also shout out to tion for having my second favourite vocal tone in onf. i guess that's just capricorns for u)

- u would think he's one of those regular kpop dudes who keep their hair colour to like black or brown all the time but NO. he's Different. he's had dark hair quite a few times but we've gotten white hair haven't we? now the blond? we had the black with the red then purple side too... his hair length has never bothered me like i'm not begging him to grow his hair to his ass (although i would like to see it. post enlistment ofc.) he's like not Outwardly So Special but he doesn't seem like the guy who'll stick to what's "normal" if he wants to do smth he'll do it... even if it's little things i def enjoy the um, casual-ness with which he seems to approach most things. i can't know if the hair colours were all his ideas obviously (i doubt tion decided to Go Yellow) but like, see when hwanung went hot pink & mentioned that he had a hard time getting used to it? u never really get that impression from onf in general they all seem to be fine w anything. they're just here to have fun & make bangers

- *heavy sigh* he's so incredibly handsome to me i don't even know what to say......... this is the part where i am, in fact, gay. i really do think he's handsome like idk how to explain it he's so very charming <3 even in his ugly selfies bc obviously they're my favourites. i'm generally not the biggest on fansites for obvious reasons but some of them offer pics w his brows untouched & like. yes. ❤ tbh i'm sad about enlistment but also seeing him with brows again is probably gonna make me very happy so... i'll take it. (but also idk why it's said they're gonna enlist for two years when enlistment minimum is one & a half year now? idk) oh man i just realised since he's hashtag physically capable he's probably gonna get at least a little bigger there's no way he's gonna be sent to an office for two years. i entrust my laying to rest to u & the mutuals bc i know my family won't do right by me ok? more seriously. i'm always afraid of sounding Weird if i talk abt ppl's facial features (despite being, yknow, an artist, so that's a thing i Have to focus on & study to get better 😭 & everyone else does it but apparently when it's me it's illegal in my mind) but his cheeks *face in hands* he also has such a cute smile. his smile when he's flustered is also um, well it is 😔💕. um. yea. that's about it

#asks #tt anon #sick in the headdd i wrote ALL THIS?

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fairyprincehyunjin · 6 years

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Rocky | Astro

An introduction to Astro, lights of our lives, for new arohas!

(done with @rockoaroundthechristmastree, @astrofireworks, @georgieporgiepuddininpie, @jinwoosmile, @ongbins, @jakganim)

masterlist

ROCKO

Born Feb 25, 1999

How to recognise Rocky:

Baby: dark blue, comets, brown comma hair

SHOOKT EVERYONE BY COMING BACK WITH SILVER HAIR HECK !!

DANCING KIIINNGGG NO LONGER SEVENTEEENNNN

A genius that like knows everything from tap, hip hop, modern to ballet

Has proven it too

Amazing

Breathtaking

Incredible

Beautiful

SO SO SO SO SO TALENTED AT CHOREOGRAPHING

Choreographs for astro (fireworks, morning call, cotton candy)

Gets so excited when people compliment his choreography

FREESTYLE KING

Did a dance off with Ten on Hit the Stage

Jinju boy!!

Apparently he cries the least and that’s why he’s the most ‘reliable’ one?

The second baby of the team but at times can be the most levelheaded

Staff says he’s quiet, but reliable and hardworking :’)

Is actually pretty quiet during some vlives

One time everyone in the comments asked where he was and he was just sitting in the backseat chillin lookin at 5stro making noise :’)

at other times is the most hype of them all (usually the resident hype-child, not through noise but through movement bc dancer)

Is actually pretty weird

Teased by Astro a lot but all he wants is love :’(

He only knew what it was like to be an older brother/he always had to act like a big brother for his younger brother, and he liked that when he became a part of astro he didn’t have to always just be the older brother anymore (even tho he does miss his brother ofc)

Highkey used to hate doing aegyo - bc he never knew what to do and it made him embarrassed/cringe, and he just didn’t like doing it, but now he lowkey seems pretty fine with doing it. (he said in an interview that growing up, amongst his friends, if you did aegyo you’d get kicked. And that he never knew someone could do aegyo so naturally until he met sanha and mj)

Visual 4/6

HE’S JUST REALLY BEAUTIFUL

Eyebrows for days

His squishy cheeks in Hide & Seek era were a blessing he was so cute

Iconic: “where are the flowers?” “HERE’S A FLOWER IT’S PARK MINHYUK”

A mouth that’s as big as his talent for dance: literal XD face when he gets excited it’s so pure

Precious!! Smile!! And laugh!!

GOT SO EXCITED WHEN HE DYED HIS HAIR FOR THE FIRST TIME

Thinks his special talent is not needing nose-clips when he swims lol and also that he can shout loud bc taekwondo

Thinks he looks like an otter

Smells like Seafood, according to Bin

wow i was rly out here thinking weibo arohas would give rocko some cute nickname too but it’s literally 小石头 “small pebble” what did i expectasldfhkajsdf

Joined fantagio cause his dad promised him a wii

The other members call him and moonbin the ancestors bc they trained at fantagio for so long + they trained the longest out of astro

Part of “tol” Line 4/3

but he’s growing taller lately (actually at this point he’s more like the (only) mid-line)

Likes cooking and stuff

BIG BANG STAN, loves G-dragon

Loves loves LOVES children and doggos (but as far as I can tell, so does rest of astro)

THAT ONE TIME HE AUDITIONED FOR KOREAS GOT TALENT

Taekwondo, is a 4th dan

Also highkey a meme

ALSO HIS MEME PICS ON TWITTER

also that one with him in his daffy duck pajamas

also ft. bin:

ROCKY SWAG

Coined it during winter dream and couldn’t stop asjfhljkdf

R.O.C.K.Y OW!

HATES COFFEE and cucumbers in kimbap

Eats all the time with bin in videos 2nd part of the EATS-A-LOT and EATS-EVERYTHING line tbh

Also cooks amazing

RIDICULOUSLY TALENTED ALL-ROUNDER

CAN SING

WELL

Sang Bin’s part in Baby once my life has never been the same (9:15 of this video)

Also sang in their new album bLESS

HIGH NOTES HE REALLY DID T H A T (the harmonies in innocent love)

Apparently once went out to grocery shop with a face mask and hair band on because he was sure nobody would recognise him

Loves going to the sauna asdhfljaksdhf what a guy

#astro #text post #astro dream team #rocky #me #aka anna

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dusty-cookie · 7 years

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Through The Valley - Chapter 13

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10075958/chapters/26228781

Tags: @rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts @embracetheapocalypsewithme @kinkozan @lupienne @theblack-wolf @lovingzombiechaos @dragonracer @miiraal

Pairing: Negan X OFC

Chapter Summary: Negan and the no good very bad day

A/N: Yeah, this chapter was a doozy. I’m glad it’s done though and I promise it’s all leading somewhere ;) A big thanks to those people who keep reading my stuff and especially to those who encourage me to keep going. And a very big thank you to @lovingzombiechaos for helping me improve.

Word Count: 4239

“I have to admit, I’m kind of proud.” Lilly looked into the distance and smiled.

“You fucking should be. Look at this shit. We’ll be drowning in our own vegetables soon.”

“With the stuff from the other communities and from what we get from here, we can finally start canning tomatoes and beans for the winter.”

“Mmmhh… canned beans. Keep talking dirty to me.”

Lilly chuckled and ran back over to Marv, who was busy installing the last plastic sheets on the third greenhouse. They had decided to expand the Sanctuary’s fence into the large patch of fallow land behind the dormitory to have enough room for the three long structures. Lilly had even suggested converting some of the area into a field to experiment with potatoes and pumpkins. The past couple of weeks had been busy with people rearranging and adding to the fence, scavenging materials and building the greenhouses and preparing the soil for the plants.

Under Lilly’s guidance, the newly created gardening team had already started to plant cucumbers, tomatoes, beans, bell peppers, all kinds of lettuce and onions. So far, the plants were thriving, as far as Negan could tell with his, admittedly, limited experience.

Negan swiped the sweat from his forehead and watched the people working on the project. All morning he had helped carrying the heavy rolls of clear plastic and raising the wooden poles.

His gaze kept wandering back to Lilly. She was back to her full self, as far as he could tell. She caught him staring at her, a frequent occasion nowadays more than ever and he turned to walk back to the Sanctuary. He had been careful not to dwell too much on what had happened between them at the Hilltop. Not caring had been his strength in surviving this world and it was time to go back to being a soulless motherfucker.

Lilly made it hard, though.

The next morning found Negan waking up from dreams filled with black hair and white skin and he refused to acknowledge the raging erection creating a small tent under his sheets. He sighed, got up and prepared for the day. A cold bath first, to take care of his most obvious problem. A quick shave later and after getting dressed, he held the red scarf in his hands. It went back inside the drawer with an annoyed grunt.

Negan needed a distraction, so he decided to patrol the perimeter of Sanctuary. Starting at the front door, he made his way through the vehicle lot and along the hall. He watched the people in the inner courtyard going about their business from the other side of the fence for a while. When he rounded the corner that led to the garages and workshops, he stopped in his tracks. A familiar voice came out of the motorcycle repair shop and Negan crept as close to the open garage door as possible without being seen.

“No Jax. This is a bad idea.”

“Come on, Lil, you promised. I’ve been waiting for this for ages. I swear I’ll be careful.”

“But it feels all wrong between my legs. It’s too big.”

Red, hot rage started to cloud Negan’s vision.

“You just have to get used to it.”

“Can you please get us at least some kind of protection?”

Negan had heard enough. He swung Lucille from his shoulder, ready to scatter Viking boy’s brain matter all over the walls, and jumped around the corner and into the shop.

He froze at the scene before him. Lilly was perched awkwardly on top of one of the motorcycles, her hands on the saddle to keep herself from sliding forward. Jax stood next to her, holding two helmets and two back protectors. Both stared at Negan with wide eyes.

“Oh thank God…,” Lilly exclaimed and jumped off the bike and ran over to Negan. She grabbed his free hand and looked up at him with pleading eyes, “Hello boss. I’m sure you’re here because you have a job for me? Patrolling? Inventory? Fence duty? Please…?”

“I… uuuhh… What?” Negan needed a moment to process what was happening before he realized what Lilly wanted from him. “Oh, yeah… I think Laura needs some help with the points.”

“Great! Sure! Always happy to help. See you guys later…”

And she ran off as if the devil was chasing her, leaving Jax and Negan staring at each other.

“Great. Thanks Negan. I finally convinced her to go on a ride with me.”

Jax turned around to hang the helmets and protectors back on their designated spots on the wall. Negan wiped a hand over his face. In a matter of seconds, he had gone through rage, then confusion, relief, shame, only to be back at annoyance now.

“What the fuck did you want to take her on a motorcycle for? She’s fucking afraid of these things.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s called exposure therapy. Trust me, she just has to try it once and then she’ll love it.”

“Speaking from experience, are you?”

“Well… yeah. I’ve known her for a while, though you seem to keep forgetting that.” He raised an eyebrow and smirked and Negan considered punching the smug look right out of his face. He crossed his arms to suppress the itching in his fists.

“If you know her so well, you should be more concerned about her fucking well-being.”

“Are you implying that I don’t care about Lilly?”

“I’m not implying anything, I’m straight up fucking telling it right to your fucking face. You probably just thought about your dick. Scaring her a little, taking her somewhere nice on the bike so you can score some brownie points with her.”

Negan had thought that Jax would get angry, or at least defensive. What he hadn’t expected, was for him to start laughing.

“Oh my… you two are just precious, you know that? Seriously though, I’m pretty sure Lilly has told you on more than one occasion that we’re like brother and sister.”

“She may have mentioned it once or twice. Just because she thinks that way doesn’t mean you feel the same, though. And why would you? You and her being so fucking close, living alone together for fucking months. Having a hot piece of ass right in front of you all this time… don’t fucking insult my intelligence and pretend you don’t wanna tap that.”

“I really don’t.” Jax chuckled while lifting up the saddle to take out his backpack. “Don’t project your own fantasies onto me, Negan. I love Lilly, but I don’t want to get into her pants. She’s missing a rather significant detail.”

“And what’s that?”

“A dick.”

“Oh…” Negan stared at Jax, whose grin had turned into a look of concern.

“Has Lilly never told you?”

“Not a fucking word.”

“This isn’t going to be problem, is it?”

“What? Please… I don’t give a flying fuck about where you stick your dick, as long as any dick-sticking is agreed upon by everyone participating.” Negan’s eyes widened in sudden realization, “Oh… so, you and Connor…?”

“I thought it was pretty obvious. Everyone else knows by now, I think.”

“Huh… I guess I was a little preoccupied lately.”

“You should talk to her. I know she has a habit of retreating into her shell when she feels hurt, but I’m sure you two can work out any problems you have if you just talk to each other, instead of about each other.”

“So she talked about me?”

“Incessantly. It’s starting to get a bit annoying to be honest.”

“What did she say?”

Jax sighed and then smiled. “I can’t really give you any details, you know, being her friend and all. Plus, she’d probably cut off my balls if I did. All I can say is, she likes you. She enjoys your company. Though that’s probably not really news to you.” Negan still couldn’t help himself from grinning. Jax chuckled when he noticed before he continued, “The thing is… and this is coming from me, not her… Lilly is fiercely loyal. It’s not easy to gain her trust, but once you do, she’s like a dog. Big, scary rottweiler. She’ll go through hell with you and leave a trail of blood and bones in her wake. But… and that’s the problem here in particular… she’ll expect the same from you. You’re not a free man, Negan, and Lilly doesn’t share.”

“Well, what the fuck does she expect me to do?”

“She doesn’t expect anything from you.”

“I can’t just tell the wives to fuck off.”

“I know.”

“I mean, I could, probably, but what would my men think?” Negan threw up his arms. “I melted someone’s fucking face off because of them, for fuck’s sake.”

“I know! I know, Negan. And so does Lilly. Again, she doesn’t expect anything from you. She told me herself that she would never ask of you to do anything that could endanger your position. This is your decision, really. You have to figure out what you’re willing to do to tap that hot piece of ass. Though the fact that we’re even having this conversation tells me that you’re way past the point of just wanting to get your dick wet.”

Negan frowned. “Why does this shit have to be so fucking complicated? Why can’t we just fuck and be done with it? You know… get it out of our systems.”

Jax laughed at that.

“You seriously think that would work? Have sex once and then drop each other like a hot potato?”

“Well not drop each other. But we could go back to being friends with the fucking out of the way.”

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that.” Jax rolled his eyes.

Negan sighed and twirled Lucille in his hand. “I really didn’t sign up for all this feelings shit when I picked you two up in this stupid fucking suburban shithole.”

“And yet you don’t regret it one bit.”

“Heh… ain’t that the fucking truth.”

“Has anyone seen my knife?”

Lilly was the last to join Negan and the other lieutenants for their twice-a-week meeting.

“What knife?” Dwight asked.

“My butterfly knife. I always keep it under my pillow while I sleep, but it wasn’t there last night when I got back from game night.”

“Probably somewhere in the greenhouses or in the rec room.” Negan had better things to do than go look for Lilly’s little potato peeler. “Can we fucking start now? What’s the news on the greenhouses?”

“Some of the tomatoes got blight.” Lilly reported without meeting his eyes.

“The fuck is blight?”

“It’s a fungus. Don’t worry though, we removed the sick plants and gave the others a special fertilizer. I still need to go back to that gardening store to get a couple of things, though.”

“I’ll come with you. Laura?” Seth looked over at his lover.

“No,” Negan interrupted, “There’s no need for three lieutenants to drive two towns over for a bag of fucking manure. Take Gavin if you absolutely have to be three people out there.”

“No problem,” Lilly continued, “So, about those potatoes… we still have more than enough to start a small field without…”

Negan had already zoned out. It had been nothing but dirt and watering techniques and slug infestations and optimizing the ventilation for the past couple of weeks. He usually started to think about other stuff after a couple of minutes. Today, he didn’t even realize that it was over until he felt all eyes on him, waiting for him to close the meeting.

“Go fuck off and do your fucking jobs then!”

Everybody hurried out and then it was finally blissful silence.

Negan leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes for a moment when there was soft knock on the door. Squeezing his eyes shut, he childishly hoped that the visitor would go away if he didn’t answer. He had no such luck, of course. With a second knock and without waiting for an answer, the door swung open. Negan didn’t have to look up. He knew who the intruder was. Only his wives, and one in particular, had the proverbial balls to enter his office without an invitation.

“Hey handsome.”

“What the fuck do you want, Sherry?”

“Aww, no need to be so rude. Can’t a wife visit her beloved husband at work when she misses him?”

Negan’s eyes widened when Sherry made her way over to him and sat down in his lap, straddling him. “Uhhhh… Sherry?”

“What? Been missing those big muscles of yours.”

She rubbed the palms of her hands over his shoulders and chest until Negan grabbed her arms to keep her from going lower.

“We haven’t fucked in fucking months and now you come waltzing in here and hop on my dick like it’s the shiniest merry-go-fucking-round on the country fair? I’m gonna ask you again and you better come up with a good fucking answer this time: What. The fuck. Do you want?”

Sherry freed her arms and smiled at him. It caused a chill to run down Negan’s spine. Bitchy Sherry he could handle, but this was straight out of an episode of the Twilight Zone.

“The girls and I have been worried about you lately. You haven’t touched any of us in weeks. I just thought…,” Her hands continued their path down to Negan’s pants, fumbling with the belt buckle, “...maybe you need something familiar? Someone who has been with you all this time. Who knows you inside- and out.”

She slid a hand inside his pants. Normally, Negan would have been reduced to a panting, moaning puddle of lust by now. All he felt right now, though, was disgust. He grabbed her hips and stood up, placed her in his office chair and took a couple of steps back to put some distance between them and to fasten his belt. Sherry’s seductive smile had been replaced by a look of annoyance.

“Are you kidding me, Negan? You’ve been complaining for ages that I don’t put out for you anymore and now I practically throw myself at you and you refuse?”

“You’re damn fucking right I refuse. You want something. Something real fucking big. What is it? A free ride on Dwighty? A pony? My fucking soul?”

“All I want is for things to go back to how they were before you brought that bitch into Sanctuary.”

“Ah… so that’s the way the fucking wind blows. And the reason for you trying to blow me, heh…”

“So? If that’s what it takes for you to finally get her out of your thick head, I’m more than willing to take one for the team.”

“Don’t fucking flatter yourself, Sherry. You’re not that good at sucking dick. Should have sent Valerie.”

“Fuck you, Negan! Have you stopped for just one minute to think about the consequences of you chasing that pussy all around Sanctuary? No, of course not. The big bad Saviors leader prefers to only think about his dick and not about his people.”

Negan slapped his hands on his desk and leaned over Sherry, his face contorted into a mask of fury.

“What in the everloving fuck are you talking about?”

“Do you think your men haven’t noticed the way you follow her around like some lovesick puppy? Spending hours in her room, or on the rec room couch, practically drooling all over her? And then you go on a trip with her? And she comes back with a fucking hickey on her neck? Are you fucking kidding me, Negan?”

Sherry was almost hysterical at this point and Negan took a step back again. She was far from done, though.

“I’ve never said a word when you strayed to some cunt outside of the penthouse,” That wasn’t exactly true, Negan thought, “But you indulging her every whim, taking her places, letting her have a fucking garden, promoting her to lieutenant in a matter of weeks… enough is enough. We are your wives! We gave up everything for you and now you won’t even look at us. Are you trying to become the laughing stock of the Sanctuary? Do you think your men will keep respecting you if you keep acting like this?”

Negan smiled maliciously at her.

“Wow, Sherry. Your jealousy and insecurities have really reached new fucking highs. Or lows? Whatever… Now listen closely, because I’m only going to say this once: First of all, that woman has almost single-handedly ensured our survival last winter, including yours, and now she has spent hours every fucking day for the past weeks planning and building with Marv so you can have fresh vegetables. You might want to show a little fucking gratitude while sitting on your ass all day, reading cheap fucking romance novels. She does that for people like you, who are too fucking occupied with such important stuff like painting your toenails, or running out of scented fucking body lotion, to even notice that it’s not a garden, but three big-ass fucking greenhouses.

Number two: we made that trip, because the woman who continues to work her fucking ass off for ungrateful little bitches like you had fallen sick and needed someone more competent than Dr. Clive fucking Fisher, a man too fucking stupid to handle a fucking pee stick.

Now… did you manage to conclude for yourself why I promoted her that quick, or do I have to repeat what I just said?”

“I…”

“Was a rhetorical fucking question, Sherry. You may be a lot of things, but stupid ain’t one of them. So next on your list of fucking grievances: that you are my wives and you gave up everything for me? You are a glorified fucking whore, Sherry. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for what you’ve done for me. Well, the other girls mostly. You, not so much. But anyway, you all tried to take care of me.

But don’t fool yourself for one fucking second into thinking that you can not be replaced just like this,” Negan snapped his fingers, “You all agreed to be with me, because you are too fucking weak and too fucking scared to survive in this world. You, in particular, left your fucking husband and let me cook his fucking face before you even so much as tried to put in a little bit of effort. Well done Sherry, you fucking monster.”

A sobbing Sherry flew out of the chair and into the hallway as fast as her high heels could carry her. Negan bowed his head, panting slightly. This fight had been a long time coming, but now that it was over and that he had successfully used a slew of words to cut as deep as he could, he didn’t feel relieved. He didn’t even feel superior. All he felt was numb and angry and anxious.

Was Sherry right? Did his men lose their respect for him, because of how he behaved around Lilly? Negan had only ever seen the other Saviors being respectful and even friendly with her. But did they still fear him, or had he become too soft? He cursed Sherry under his breath for getting into his head.

The petty part of his mind told him to distract himself by punishing Sherry the only way he knew how.

He found Dwight in the inventory room, sorting through various snack packages.

“Hello Tighty Dwighty, need any help?”

Dwight rolled his eyes at the stupid nickname and Negan chuckled. He took a perverse pleasure in getting a rise out of people who could not take a joke, especially after Sherry's jealousy-fueled tirade.

“Not really. I’m just checking stuff that we’re going to run out of soon. Gotta tell people that the times of night-time pretzel snacking are over.”

“Well, once the shit in the greenhouses is ready, they can stuff their fucking faces with fresh cucumbers and beans. Personally, I can’t wait to put the stuff on everything from rice to applesauce.”

“That is one of the most disgusting things that’s ever come out of your mouth and that’s saying something.”

“Deep down, I’m a 300 fucking pound pregnant woman.”

“Speaking of which… you know there’s been rumors going around, right? About you and Lilly.”

Not this shit again. Negan’s face darkened for a moment, before he managed to put his smile back on. He studied a can of peaches, thinking about if and how to answer Dwight’s question. Had Sherry talked to him, too?

“There’s always fucking rumors. Lots of people living so close together, most of them being fucking bored out of their skulls… Hell, I’ve been called everything under the fucking sun from being former military to an escaped murderer. Wanna know what people think about you and why Sherry left you for me? Spoiler alert: It has to do with your penis.”

A flash of rage swept over Dwight’s face. Negan didn’t care. If Dwight wanted to play the “He said, she said” game with him of all people, he better be prepared to get hit with some juicy news, too.

“This isn’t about me. I don’t give a fuck about your and Lilly’s relationship.”

“Pfft, yeah, right…”

“Will you shut up and listen just for one second? Your lieutenants have been worried. We all don’t care what you do behind closed doors or on fucking trips to other communities. But Lilly is important to the Sanctuary. Look what she accomplished with the greenhouses. So what are they going to do when she can’t contribute anymore?”

“Why the fuck would she stop contributing?”

“Well, she might decide to become a wife after all. Or… or what if she gets pregnant…?”

“Oh Dwight…” Negan and Dwight both spun around. Lilly was leaning against the doorway, points ledger in her hand and an amused smile on her lips, “Don’t worry about that. I only let Negan stick it up my butt, so we’re all safe. Thank you, though, for being so concerned about my reproductive activities.” Lilly’s voice, while still laced with humor, had gotten a warning tone. She held the ledger out to him, “Good thing I need you to double-check the points, since you seem to have way too much free time on your hands.”

Negan burst out laughing, holding on to one of the metal shelves.The unburnt side of Dwight’s face had taken on the same color as the angry scar that was meant to remind him of his position. He snatched the ledger from Lilly and stormed out of the room, leaving her and Negan alone for the first time in weeks. He tried to get a hold of himself and wiped tears of laughter from his eyes.

“That was the funniest shit I’ve ever had the honor to witness.”

“So glad to ‘contribute’”, she air quoted, “I’m getting sick and tired of people running their mouths, though.”

“Eh, let them talk. Most of them still like you. Fucking bummer, though, that it’s all just hot fucking air and not hot fucking, period.”

“Negan…”

“I know, I know. No more flirting.”

Lilly smiled sadly at him. He had tried on different occasions to go back to their usual banter when he had met her in the rec room, or at meetings. But while Lilly didn’t outright avoid Negan, she had made it clear that she wanted to keep her distance. He didn’t like it, but he had to respect it. Although he secretly hoped that it was just as hard for her as it was for him.

Lilly started to leave, when Negan addressed her again.

“Why didn’t you tell me that Jax likes dick?”

She turned around again.

“Because it’s not my story to tell.”

“Huh. Fiercely fucking loyal. That’s what Jax called you.”

“He’s not wrong, I guess. If I think someone deserves it.”

“Do I?”

“You’re my leader, Negan. I chose to live here and I will follow you and even kneel for you.”

“But nothing more than that?”

Lilly sighed.“Just give me some time. We can go back to being friends eventually.”

“But nothing more than that.”

“What do you want me to say, Negan? You have your wives…”

“I had the wives back when we were in that tent, too. But that didn’t stop you from fucking dry-humping me.”

“It was a momentary lack of judgement. It won’t happen again.”

“Bullshit, Lil. You want me and I want you.”

“Yeah, but unlike you I can ignore that.”

“I’m just sick and fucking tired of this hot and cold fuckery.”

“Then cold it is from now on.”

Negan let out a frustrated grunt and ran a hand through his hair. “Fine, have it your fucking way. I’ve got better things to do than chase pussy all around Sanctuary. You’re not the first hot chick that came to live here and didn’t want to be a wife and you won’t be the last.” He was trying to hurt her, by throwing Sherry’s words at her. Lilly saw right through him, though and he didn’t know whether he should be grateful for that, or terrified.

“Well have fun chasing all those other meaningless pussies, Mister I-don’t-do-kissing.” She sent one last pointed stare his way before she turned and left for good this time.

An assortment of cans went flying across the room, leaving Negan more frustrated than ever and now with the added anger over having to clean up inventory.

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sherrybaby14 · 7 years

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Bet Your Ass

Contribution @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash Negan challenge. I know I am two weeks late (eek!) I really did have some major health problems though. Thank you for being understanding!

I did an Anal story

Warnings: Smutty, smut smut smut. Dub-Con (More reluctance than anything else tho), Anal (Obv),

Pairing: Negan/OFC

Words: 4700

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“I win.” The two words spewed out of the man’s mouth all night.

You tossed your cards down and went to stand up from the table as he pulled in all his chips.

“Quitting so soon?” Negan raised an eyebrow and looked away from his haul.

“Quitting?’ You scoffed. “I don’t have anything left to bet. You won it all.”

You signaled to the three other men who were standing away from the table. Even though you lost it all you were proud of coming in second tonight. Negan was either the best bluffer in the world or the luckiest damn poker player who ever existed.

“A lady like you with your charms…I’m sure you’ve got something that would entice me to throw down.” Negan gives you that billion dollar grin and you roll your eyes.

“I think one of your wives can take care of that for you.” There is no playfulness in your voice as you walk away from the table.

“What a shame Y/N.” Negan’s voice gives you pause. “I never took you for a chicken.”

A chorus of Ooooohhhhhs come from the other men in the room. Feeling a kink in your pride you spin back around.

“Chicken? I lasted longer than these wimps.” Even before the apocalypse you never backed down from a challenge, but since the world went to shit you couldn’t help but let the littlest issue get under your skin. Especially from the man who gave the orders. “Trap one of them with your sexual wages.”

“Did I mention sex?” Negan tilted his head. “Wow Y/N, here I was thinking we’d play for the bottle of bourbon you have in your room.”

Your cheeks flush red and the men around you snicker. You cringe at your mistake and aren’t sure what is the best way to avoid your embarrassment. Leaving, or waging your secret stash. Taking a breath you sit down and let the calm demeanor you need for cards wash over you.

“Like I would bet my top shelf for that piss water you drink?” You fold your arms. “What will you put up?”

“If you want to stick with the sexual favors I’ve been told I give some great oral.” Negan flicks his tongue across his lips.

“Anal.” You put your arm down and lean forward, locking eyes with him.

“If I win, you want me to fuck you up the ass?” Negan laughed.

He was good at hiding most things, but you knew he wasn’t stupid. You liked seeing the bit of nerves in his eyes. A smile spread across your face and you shook your head from side to side.

“I win, I get to fuck your ass.” The room started laughing.

“Last I checked you didn’t have the equipment for that.” There was a look of anger in Negan’s eyes.

Served him right. He was the one who tried to bring sex into this and then when you shot him down he embarrassed you. You didn’t know how many poker games he walked away the victor because nothing seemed to get under the man’s skin. Right now you had him and it was making you more excited than you needed to let on or else he would no doubt get the upper hand again.

“Heard there was a fresh crop of cucumbers today. I’ll even let you pick which one I slide up inside you.” You raise your eyebrows. The men watching start hollering and clapping.

Negan shakes his head and gives a half laugh. He presses his hands on the table and moves to stand up.

“That’s a one way road darling.” He gives you a glare as he rises.

“What?” You drop your chin and make a puppy dog face. “Are you chicken? Scared of losing to little old me?”

Negan hesitates for a second and the peanut gallery erupts again. Any shame you were feeling has vanished.

“Screw your snotty ass overpriced bourbon.” Negan cracks his knuckles. “Same deal.”

The confidence you were feeling fades away.

“You want to fuck my ass?” The words sound unreal as you speak them out loud.

You never thought he would take the bait, as you had much the same philosophy as him. That was, and always would be, a one way road.

“Best damn poker game I’ve ever been to,” a savior says between laughs.

“Can we watch? Either way the deed is done right here?” Another requested.

“Y/N hasn’t even accepted the terms. So what is it, should I deal another round?” Negan gave you that devilish confidence again.

“Deal.” You can’t believe the word left your mouth.

All the laughter and side commentary stopped. The room was dead silent as Negan gave the cards a quick shuffle. Since you were both all-in he dealt face up.

And eight and an ace. The dead man’s hand. You didn’t want to give away any of your tells, but this combination normally brought you luck. Across the table you saw Negan got a pair of fours. He was beating you, but all you needed was one ace or one eight to take him down.

It was so silent there was an echo of each of the paper cars turning over. The flop didn’t help either of you with a two, king, and six. Then on the river you let a small breath escape your lips as an eight turned over. You had him. Lust flashed over your eyes. Tonight just got a whole lot more interesting.

Negan raised the last card and locked eyes with you before throwing it down on the table. The entire room erupted in cheers. You could not tell if they were cheering for you or for Negan. It looked like he didn’t know either. It was a struggle of wills, in your waiting game, seeing who would break first.

The thought of having complete control over the man, something you hadn’t realized you’d wanted until this second was too much. You imaged taking the lead, dominating him and it was like an excitement that you weren’t aware existed was coming to life. Finally you couldn’t take it any longer. Your eyes dropped down.

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You felt like you were in a daze as you walked through the Sanctuary. One card. It could have made your night, but instead it ruined it. Fifty two cards in a deck, four cards dealt, four already in play. The number four was now your unlucky number.

Your boss walked right behind you. his hand rested on your shoulder as if he was guiding you but you were on autopilot as you practically raced to your room. This was all your fault. You shouldn't have let his little crack about calling you a chicken bother you. If you would have walked away you would be in bed already, snuggled under your sheets feeling safe. Now nothing but dread washed over you.

When you stopped in front of your door Negan dropped his hand. You were one of the lucky ones with a lock on your door. Your hand shook as you pulled out the key.

"Don't be so nervous." Negan sounded annoyed. "Let's get inside the room and then we can chat."

He drew out the t in chat, resulting in your teeth clinking together and a chill rushing down your spine. At least the blood rush made you quicker and you flung open the door to your tiny room and walked inside.

At one point it was an office. The desk was still there, but shoved to the side. A full size mattress with a plain frame took up most of the room. There was a bookshelf that held clothes and your few personal belongings, but that was it.

“You don’t decorate.” Negan looked around as he pulled out the desk chair and took a seat.

“Who has the time to decorate?” You crossed your arms over your chest and didn’t sit.

“My wives.” Negan was abnormally monotone.

“I’m really not in the mood for chatting.” Every woman in the Sanctuary was jealous of Negan’s harem to some extent. They were the pretty ones, the spoiled ones, the pampered ones. The ones you wished he would go and fuck with instead of you. “Can we get this over with?”

Negan sighed and shook his head. He nodded towards your bed and you reluctantly sat down, feeling like you already lost a battle, but the truth was you lost the war and now the victor was dragging out the spoils.

“I remember the day I met you Y/N.” Negan grinned. “I knew you were something else. Covered in dried blood, traveling all alone, carrying more weapons than some places we raid have. You were intense and downright terrifying. Hell, I was scared of you.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued where this was going. That was six months ago at least. You were prepared to slaughter Negan and his men if they had tried anything funny.

“Then we got you back to the Sanctuary, got you cleaned up, and hot damn.” Negan slapped his leg. “I wasn’t just scared of your strength, but your looks too. Under all that blood was a perfect ten.”

Your jaw dropped, nowhere did you see this coming. Sure, he was always a little flirty but that was not limited to you. In fact, the only time he ever spoke directly to you was during poker.

“I wanted you then and there, but I didn’t bother asking because I already knew the answer.” Negan looked straight into your eyes with the look of pride. “If I set you up with a pretty dress and a lounge to do shit all day you would have murdered me in my sleep. If I tried to assign you a job for points you would have murdered me while I made the rounds in front of everyone. No, you, you needed to be out there.”

Negan pointed towards your window.

“Close your mouth.” Negan stood up from the chair. “Most people think I’m complicated, but I’m not. I’m a simple man. I love my wives and I can’t worry about them and do my job. Which made you off limits to me.”

“Made?” For a second you thought your ass was safe.

“So fucking quick. Another reason I need you out in the field with me.” Negan licked his lips as he approached the bed.

You looked at the ground, hating it that you glanced away but not wanting to see that stare either. The bed next to you dipped and you turned your head to look up at the man.

“One time thing, no strings attached. We will never be an item.”

“I’m not worried about falling in love with you.” You rolled your eyes, wishing he would stop talking.

“I hate how hard it is to figure you out. One minute you look scared, the next anger, then happy. I don’t like it one bit.” Negan may have said the words, but a grin remained on his face. “Which is why I’m going to offer you an out.”

Your heart jumped and you almost physically did off the bed, ready to agree to anything to get out of this stupid bet.

“A bet is a bet, I’m not one to back down and I’m not one to show mercy, so consider this your one and only get out of jail free card.” Negan placed his hands on his knees and stood up.

He started walking towards the door and you couldn’t believe your luck. Then your initial reaction came back. You didn’t agree to anything in exchange.

“Wait.” You stood up. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch.” Negan turned to face you. “I’m not interested in forcing a woman into any sort of sexual encounter if she’s not willing.”

You were stunned. As soon as you saw that four you accepted that your anal virginity was going by the wayside. A sense of relief filled your heart. You lunged forward and wrapped your arms around Negan’s neck. He patted your back gently and you pulled away.

“Thank you.” You smiled up at the man and a blush covered your cheeks.

You thought about his kind words and the fact that he called you a ten and had to look away, not being able to contain your happiness and surprise over the way the night ended up.

“You’re on Simon’s rotation so I probably won’t see you for a few weeks.” Negan gave your arm a squeeze and headed back towards the door.

“I’ll see you at poker next week.” You reminded him.

Negan raised a corner of his mouth and shook his head. Your smile faded away.

“You won’t play with me anymore?” There was more hurt in your voice than you expected.

“It’s not that I won’t play with you doll.” Negan leaned his back against the door. “I don’t think the others will either.”

You didn’t say anything as your brain began piecing together what he was saying.

“There was a decent crowd there tonight. I’m sure by now everyone knows about the bet. I may be a lot of things, but a liar I am not. When people ask me how that tight ass was I will tell them the truth. I let you off the hook and you jumped at the chance. Money is garbage in this new world. If people don’t live up to their word they can’t be trusted.”

You played poker every week. It was really the only night you took off for fun. Negan didn’t even always join, but you, you were a staple. You thought about all the bets you had made, most of them you won. Nobody had ever hesitated to pay up. It took a second for you to do the comparison, one night of awkward, painful, unusual sex with a handsome man or being banned from your only social outlet.

“Wait.” You stepped forward. “Please don’t go. I’ll do it.”

Negan shook his head and put his hand on the door knob.

“I don’t think so. Like I said, I’m not interested if the woman isn’t game. That thank you hug you gave me pretty much confirmed this is not your thing.” He started to turn the handle.

Your heart raced. You couldn’t let him leave.

“No. I’m into it. I swear.” Your words had no effect. “I thought you were gorgeous from the moment I first saw you. I’ve wanted to fuck you hard. I’m only a little nervous about the rear aspect of tonight.”

Negan’s hand dropped and he walked away from the door and towards you. You did not look at the ground as he stood right in front of you.

“Prove it.” There was no ignoring the condescending tone of his voice.

You jumped up and pressed your lips against his, sending you both backwards slamming into the wall. His mouth was softer than you expected and you worked your lips against his, trying to part them so your tongue could slip in. He seemed hesitant, but then with a grunt he let you slide inside and you explored his mouth with your own.

Not wanting him to doubt you again you grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. Negan broke your kiss and practically ripped your shirt off. In an instant his mouth was back on yours and he bent down and scooped you up, wrapping your legs around his waist in the process. He stepped forward and fell on the bed, all of his weight crushing down on top of you.

His lips were hungry for yours and you ran your tongue across them before biting on his bottom lip. He winced and pulled away, looking down at you like a hunter who had trapped its prey and was going in for the kill. You ran your hand down his chest and realized that both of you were breathing heavily.

“You taste like fucking cherries.” Negan licked his lips and animal instinct took over.

You grabbed for his waist and undid his belt before yanking at the fly. He stood up and pushed down his pants before grabbing yours and tearing them off. Before he could get on top of you again you moved up to you knees, clad only in your matching pink lace bra and panty. He kneeled on the bed in front of you in only his boxers and placed a palm on each side of your cheek before going in for another deep kiss. You let out a moan and he started kissing your neck.

“I never took you for the girly type.” His mouth pushed one of your bra straps down and his hands undid the back clasp.

The garment fell forward and you were happy to let it fall forward, wanting him to have more access to your skin. His hands and mouth were all over your chest in a second. You could tell from the pressure he was applying he wanted you to lie down, but in this position you felt more like equals. Instead you ran your hands through his hair and his began to lick and lightly bite your nipples, making them even harder and more sensitive to his touch.

His hands slid down both sides of your panties and pushed them off. You lifted you knees one at a time and assisted until you were completely naked. His fingertips traced up your thighs and he cupped your mound before easily sliding a finger inside of you while lightly brushing your clit. With his mouth still teasing your breast you let out a gasp, feeling an overload of sensation.

It felt like every one of your nerves was alive. You through your head back and closed your eyes while you rocked your body along with his hand, feeling the very start of an orgasm forming. It happened so suddenly you didn’t notice at first, but then a wet finger was poking at your rear. On instinct you started to close your legs, but Negan’s hand kept them spread. You braced yourself on his shoulders as the digit slid inside you easier than you expected. A whimper escaped your mouth and Negan pulled his head up.

His hands were still on you though. One had a finger buried in your folds while his thumb continued to lightly touch you clit. The other started to move in and out of your ass very slowly, causing you to clench.

“I thought you wanted this.” Negan said with heavy breaths.

You paused before nodding you head.

“The way you’re clenching down says otherwise sweetheart.” Negan pressed his lips to your neck. “Show me you want it.”

“How?” You were battling the lust and pleasure with the foreign sensation.

“Relax, don’t squeeze.” He licked his way up to your chin and then pressed his forehead to yours, his eyes filled with concern. “Or else I will stop.”

God you did not want that. You were more upset about him removing his other hand and stopping your orgasm than you were about the poker game anymore. You took a few breaths and forced your body to let go. Soon his fingers started sawing out of you and to your surprise it didn’t feel bad. Your body started to rock again and his mouth was back on yours devouring you. You shut your eyes and moved closer to him, wanting to feel his chest touch your nipples.

The coil started to form again, but your eyes popped open and your breath hitched when another finger joined each hole. You couldn’t believe they fit and realized that he still had his underwear on. If his hands were that large there was no way you would be able to accept all of him probably in either entrance.

This time he didn’t need to tell you to relax, but you did break your kiss and throw yourself forward on to his chest. Moving your body with his rhythm hoping to relax and work through the sharp stuffed feeling fast.

“That’s it.” Negan bit your ear. “What a good girl.”

Normally a man treating you that way you make you want to slap him, but given the circumstances and your relationship to the leader it made you want to prove yourself to him and you started to pick up the pace. He let out a little chuckle and slowed his movements down. You whimpered and stopped, then his hands started up again. There was no doubt of who was in control.

You winced and threw your head back. You were unable to tell what he was doing with his fingers, but you were sure he was stretching you to the best of his ability. There was pain, but as soon as it flashed he pressed harder on your clit and it vanished.

Any uncomfortable noises you were making vanished and soon you could no longer tell any pain, only pleasure. Your breath started to hitch and the spiral in your stomach was tightening. You needed a little more pressure and you would be over the edge, crashing hard. It was so close you could taste it when Negan pulled both hands away.

Anger washed over you and you pushed yourself back to look into this eyes. In a moment his hands were on your hips, spinning you around. He pushed your head to the bed, leaving your ass up in the air. SMACK. His hand came crashing down and you let out a startled yip.

You were about to complain again with SPANK, his hand came back.

“Stay like that.” His weight lifted off the bed.

Tears stung at your eyes and you imagined how sloppy you looked, on display for him and dripping from your lost orgasm.

“I wasn’t a fan of that look you just gave me Doll.” Negan was behind you again. “What did I do to deserve that?”

“I wanted to cum.” You muttered out.

“Wanted?” Negan had done such a number on you it was impossible to tell if he was teasing or not.

“Want.” You corrected yourself.

“I think you are ready for me, but the only way you’re cuming is if I am buried in that tight rear end of yours and I’m not convinced you want that.”

You tried to back yourself up, but one of his hands grabbed your ankle.

“Please get back on the bed and fuck me.” You didn’t hide the anger from your voice.

“Where?”

“The bed.” You wiggled your hips, hoping to entice him.

SMACK!

“You know that wasn’t the answer I wanted.” Negan spanked you again. “Beg me, if you do a good enough job to prove that I know you want it you will get your reward.”

“Please fuck me.” You paused and took a breath. “In the ass.”

“Where?” The sound of Negan sliding his boxers off gave you some new strength.

“Fuck me in the ass, please. I’m begging you. Please. I’ll be your good girl, please fuck my ass. I want it so bad.” You were practically crying.

There was no fear and your words were genuine at this point. You were so turned on and wanted that orgasm it didn’t matter how it came. There was another sound and you were grateful it was some sort of bottle opening up.

“Please. I want to feel you inside me, anywhere you want. Please!”

There was a dip in the bed behind you and something cold dripped on to your crack. This time Negan’s finger entered with no resistance and you were grateful for whatever he was coating your insides with. A second finger joined and you let out a little grunt, not sure about the pressure.

Then his free hand returned to your clit and a moan erupted from your lips. You would take anything he could give you as long as that orgasm returned. The fingers left your ass and you felt something larger at your hole.

Instinct said to clench, but you forced yourself to stay relaxed and focused on the finger rubbing your clit. With a POP his head slid inside. The feeling was hard to describe, it wasn’t painful as much as uncomfortable and you cried out before burying your head in the bed and clenching your fists around your blanket.

Negan stilled and he continued to work on your bundle of nerves. Soon he moved to a lighter touch and you let out a whimper and tried to move your body closer to his finger. This resulted in his cock sliding a bit deeper inside of you making you gasp and pause again. His free hand gripped your hip, stopping you from pulling forward.

Again he stilled inside of you and started teasing again. Then next time he tried the same trick you did not slid yourself back, even though you knew he was barely inside of you the thought of taking more seemed unrealistic.

In response to your lack of movement you felt both hands grip your hips and he slid in further than you would have taken. The pressure that came with his thrust caused you to gasp and bury yourself further in the bed. You wanted to kick out your legs or buck him off, but the position of his hands stopped you from reacting.

“Do you want me to stop?” Negan’s voice was concerned. “Bet is over.”

You took a few deep breaths and shook your head. The bet was far from you mind.

“Tell me how it feels.” This was an order, not a question.

“Full.” You said between breaths. “I feel dizzy from you teasing me. I want to cum so bad.”

Suddenly his thumb was rubbing you again. You cried out and arched your back. He wasn’t teasing you his time, but trying to work you back up to where you had been and God was it working. You started panting and moving yourself along with his touch. The fullness of his cock in your ass was present, but it added a different sensation to the orgasm you were chasing.

The spiral of lust was brewing inside of you again and you dropped from your palms to your elbows, moving against his hand in an even rhythm. You felt it tighten and tighten and wished that his cock was rubbing against your G Spot, knowing that would send you over the edge.

You were so far gone with idea of it was enough and the spring exploded, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your arms gave you and you fell forward completely. Black circled your vision and your body felt like it was freezing and melting at the same time.

Negan wrapped his hands around yours and that was when you realized that not only had he gone all the way into your ass, but he was now plowing away at it. To your surprise there was no pain at all and the fullness was welcoming, with each thrust little flashes of your orgasm came to life again sending shivers down your body. Your heart felt like it was going to explode from the pleasure and you felt sensations you never thought possible.

Right when you were sure the pleasure was going to cause you to black out Negan let out a grunt and his cock sent waves of cum into you bowels. With each pulse you let out another moan, unsure how your body could feel this could from an act so foreign.

He let all of his weight on top of you and your breathing started to even out with his. The way you were connected and the manner his body enveloped yours made you feel safe. Even safer than you had felt before the walking dead.

When Negan slid out of you he sat up on the bed and you quickly turned to face him. You opened your mouth, wanting to beg him to stay, not caring about his one-time thing ultimatum. But he wasn’t standing up. Instead he offered you his hand. You gave him a curious look.

“I’m fucking exhausted, but I want to clean you up first. I have a private shower.” He took your hand. “You have two minutes to throw on some clothes or I’ll carry you through the Sanctuary naked.”

You reached down for you dirty jeans when Negan stopped you.

“Bring something comfy. You’re spending the night.”

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budokai3song · 7 years

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Do you like gray just because he's the Sasuke of Fairy Tail and as well as gruvia? ... That's stupid you need to form your own opinion instead of grouping them with your precious otp. She is a crazy woman who Gray is always dissing/rejecting he is far more kind to Lucy

First and foremost, I don’t personally find Gray to be the “Sasuke of fairy tail” they have similarities (I guess) but only speaking in general terms kind of in an “if I squint just right” type of way- it’s pretty vague and could be applied to other characters too (eg. I could relate him to Jellal because he has a cool calm and collected demeanour) I mean, can you REALLY see Sasuke stripping every five minutes?

The actual reason he’s my favourite: He reminds me a lot a character I really liked (and still do) when I was a kid, that was what initially made me gravitate towards him. Nothing too serious, they’re actually quite different, but i just get these vibes and it makes me feel nostalgic? Idek. Guess it doesn’t hurt that he’s cool as a cucumber, has a nice face and is a total badass 😎 so I wouldn’t say I like him because he’s “like sasuke” I like Sasuke because he’s cool ok? 9/10 of the time I’ll like the cool guy that’s all tough but really just needs a hug and someone to tell him it’s gonna be alright.

Again with the comparisons? Gray clearly returns Juvia’s feelings; Sasuke didn’t return Sakuras until the last 10 seconds of the story (MY OTP THO I LOVE EM) So again, bad comparison. Next, Sakura for 90% of story wasn’t thirsty for Sasuke, then there’s juvia who is #1 gray fullbuster stan and will let you know, oh boy, Will you know (not a bad thing, no hate, it’s all love here, you do you boo)I suppose a similarity could be the bond they have and Sakura/Juvia’s unconditional, deep, genuine love for Sasuke/Gray- but again, that could be said for many other couples too.

And lastly, half of the time he rejects juvia you do realise it’s for comedic effect right? RIGHT? I’m a bit concerned for your ability(or lack of) to tell when somethings supposed to make you giggle or when it’s actually serious. Furthermore, it’s gray we’re talking about, he’s gonna get embarrassed/uncomfortable if juvia is smothering him in public. We all know when they lived together it would’ve gone down a lot differently( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), if you catch my drift( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). He claims “SHES NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!1!1!1” but they just seem like empty words, especially since actions speak louder than words, right? All the close moments they’ve shared (in my opinion) negate the whole “he rejected her!1” arguments.

Ofc Gray cares for Lucy, why wouldn’t he? You know what else? He also cares for Erza, Wendy, Mira, Cana, Levy ect. So what’s your point? It boggles my mind that a girl and a guy can not have a good friendship without it being seen as romantic UGHHHH. Lucy (and the other gals) is(/are) like his family he is allowed to care about them without wanting to fuck them, golly gosh. All I’m saying, is don’t hold your breath on Gray and Lucy being endgame, because I can say with 200% certainty that Nalu and Gruvia will become canon.

Sorry if I came off mean, that wasn’t my intention, I was just getting a little annoyed 😁💚 and the way you phrased the question kinda felt like you were coming at me sideways idk xx as always, all the love! Xx 💚 it’s fiction anyway it’s not that deep (says me who just typed that up when I could’ve been 10 hours into sleep)

#Gruvia #pro gruvia #gray x juvia #juvia x gray #gray and juvia #asks #sorry if I came off mean 💚😭 dearest apologies #I read it back and feel kinda mean

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+100 things i hate about me

Basics

Name x

Birthplace x

Current Location finland

Heritage x

Eye Color brown

Hair Color some kinda red right now

Hair Length a bit past my shoulders

Height 158 cm / 5′2″

Weight enough

Figure average i guess

Righty or Lefty righty, yo

Zodiac Sign cancer sun, libra moon, gemini rising

Introvert or extrovert in the social sense? i swing between the two quite a bit

Meyers-Briggs Personality type estp

Style

Clothing all black, preferably, versatile, casual

Hair updos are life

Music what does that have to do with style?

Makeup usually minimal, sometimes not. i like dark things

Body Art a few small tattoos

Car none

Decor love minimalist, but unfortunately my place is a mishmash of things

Right Now

Current mood kinda bored

Current music nylon beat - elämä on lyhyt

Current taste coffee with hazelnut milk <3

Current hair loose

Current clothes grey dress with leopard dots and a black cardigan!

Current annoyance that i’m bored :D

Current smell coffee

Current longing someone special

Current desktop picture hummingmint xD

Current fingernail color natural

Current likes sunlight! walks with the dog. violife smoked cheese.

Current dislikes idk, i don’t think about things i don’t like that much

Current favorite article of clothing idk. i need new clothes xD

Current favorite place to be out & about

Current time you wake up in the morning 10 am ish

Current favorite word díky!

What are you...

Thinking of that i should resume today’s czech studies

Feeling BOREDOM

Remembering nothing

Doing nothing T.T

Planning convincing my mom to sponsor my ticket to prague xD

What were you doing

1 hour ago i was out walking my dog

1 day ago probably wasted time here

1 week ago i was in romania doing stuff! <3

1 month ago probs just hanging out with the boyfriend

1 year ago crying that my life was miserable lololol

5 years ago feeling stuck in a relationship that wasn’t going anywhere

10 years ago felt stuck and constrained by high school and everything

Your favorite

Music depends. right now i’m kinda into finnish rock music

Cartoon lol, i don’t really watch any, save for the simpsons occasionally

Font LOL

Color gold, copper

Song pää kii - apinoiden planeetalla

Flavor chocolate!

Scent i loooooove givenchy’s ange ou demon <3

Magazine none

TV Show none

Book love is a hound from hell by bukowski

Movie the royal tenenbaums

Language japanese! and finnish xD

Food soba noodles

Beverage COFFEE

Fruit i like them all!

Vegetable right now: celery, zucchini, aubergine, cucumber

Season spring

Subject in School none

Weekend Activity dancing and wandering to random places

Ice Cream Flavor mint or licorice

Pizza toppings zucchini, mushrooms, lots of olives

Preferences

Cola or Other

Coke or Pepsi ... neither

Fried, Scrambled, or Poached ... i’m vegan xD

Pancakes or Waffles

Dogs or Cats

Coffee or Tea

Iced or Hot

Looking out the window or into the room

One Pillow or Two

Chocolate or Vanilla

High Achiever or Easy-Going

Single or Taken

Pen or Pencil

Gloves or Mittens

Planned or Spontaneous

Food or Candy xD

Matches or a Lighter

Typed or Handwritten

Walk or Run

Elevator or Stairs

Walk or Drive

Facing into the restaurant or away from the other people

Eating alone, with one friend, or with lots of friends

Home or "Out"

Alone, with one friend, or with a group?

Who Would You Like To...

Hear From a few of my friends

Never Hear From Again a friend i’ve left behind

Look Like me but better >:)

Be Like idk. me but more mature.

Meet awesome people!

Get to Know no one in particular, but i’d like to make new friends

Learn from / Study With my dog

Impress EVERYONE!

Teach depends on what i have to teach xD

Do you...?

Have any tattoos (where?) yes, the runes for dagaz and hagalaz on my hands and a star on my left ankle

Have any piercings (where?) nope

Have any scars quite a bit, in random places

Get along with your parents? yes and no, but better these days

Get motion sickness very rarely

Think you're a health nut no but my friends think otherwise xD

Type with your fingers on the right keys what does that even mean?!

Play an instrument nope. just my voice xD

Play an instrument well no

Sleep with stuffed animals sometimes

Have a significant other yup!

Have a dream that keeps coming back NO way

Believe there is life on other planets maybe. but even so, we’re unlikely to encounter them

Read the newspaper sometimes

Read the comics sometimes

Read the sports pages sometimes

Check the weather forecast yes

Go to restaurants alone yep

Consider yourself tolerant of others i do

Like the taste of alcohol sure xD

Drink yes, various things

Smoke nope

Swear yep :<

Sing yep

Sing in public yep

Sing in the shower yep

Laugh yep

Joke all of my life is a joke

Read sometimes xD

Exercise i guess

Diet sometimes

Cook yep!

Believe in astrology yes and no

Read your horoscope no

Believe in magic yes and no

Believe in miracles it’s a miracle i’m still alive

Go to church yeah! especially abandoned ones

Have any secrets sure

Have any pets not really, my dog lives with my dad

Have any children no

Have any brothers or sisters yes, one sister

Work .... no :<

Have a college degree kinda

Chat to strangers who instant message you i used to when i had aim!

Talk to strangers on the bus LOL NO

Wear hats in winter, yes

Like yourself most of the time

Wish on stars hardly ever, really

Like your handwriting i don’t feel either way about it

Trust others easily not really

Like puns YES

Have a good sense of humor ofc

Take walks in the rain sometimes!

Do you prefer

Traveling

Staying home

Going out

Cooking

Eating out

Entertaining at home

Large parties

Small parties where you know everyone

Quiet evenings with a few friends

Being alone

Leisure Time: Do you like to...

Read

Go out, anywhere!

Go dancing

See a show

Rent a video

Listen to music

Go for a walk

Watch television

Surf the web

Chat with friends online

Meet people for coffee and conversation

Go to a party

Stay home

...?

Sports and recreation: Do you...

Jog

Run

Walk

Ski

Swim

Play on a team

Play "pickup" games

Bowl

Work Out

...?

Creative outlets: Do you...

Paint or draw

Sculpt, do pottery, mold clay...

Build scale models

Collect... (what?)

Write (what?)

Compose music

Choreograph dances

Dance

Develop software

Meditate

Daydream

...?

Have you ever...?

Eaten an entire box of Oreos

Thought about eating an entire box of Oreos

Baked a cake

Cooked Thanksgiving Dinner for a group

Eaten sushi

Been on stage

Gone skating

Made homemade cookies

Gone skinny dipping

Dyed your hair

Broken a bone

Been hospitalized overnight

Had your name appear in the newspaper

Published a story, poem, novel...

Played a game that required removal of clothing

Gotten drunk or extremely intoxicated

Been arrested

Changed your name

Changed your "look"

Changed who you were to fit in

Traveled outside the country

Memories - The Past

Last Thing You Bought sugar-free red bull

Last Interesting Thing You Did went to romania!

Last Interesting Thing You Heard: can’t remember

Last Interesting Thing You Said nothing that i can recall rn

Last Interesting Thing You Saw: my dog

Last Thing You Touched: keyboard

Last Thing You Had To Eat oatmeal!

Last Thing You Had To Drink coffee

Last Thing You Watched On Tv ice hockey game between sweden and finland xD

Last Book You Read jane eyre

Last Music You Listened To nylon beat

Last Movie You Saw .... probably an old finnish one my dad was watching

Last Movie You Saw On The Big Screen sing

Last Person You Called On The Phone my mom

Last Person You Talked To Online my darling!

Last Person You Emailed a friend

Last Time You Cried last month

Last Time You Smiled today

Last Time You Laughed today xD

Last Person You Hugged my darling <3

Last Person You Kissed my darling, ofc The Future Miscellany What is... Moods

Where do you see yourself in five years? far away from here

Describe your Dream Career traveling and exploring new things on a regular basis

What do you want to be when you grow up? anthony bourdain xD at some point, i would also like to be dead

What country would you most like to visit? idk. too many to mention.

Where are you going to live? when i settle down? hopefully far away from here...

How many rings until you answer the phone? 2 or 3

What's on your mouse pad? i don’t have one xD

Do you like thunderstorms? yeah!

Do you like snow? most of the time, yes

How many houses have you lived in? 5-10

How many schools have you gone to? i think 5

Do you like to drive? i do!

What color is your bedroom carpet? i don’t have a bedroom... but i have 3 carpets, one is green, the second is off-white and the third kinda grey

If you were stranded on a desert island and you could only take one thing (not person) with you what would you take? a machete

What was the best time of your life so far? NOW

The last thought you go to sleep with probably something awesome that happened that day

Your first waking thoughts coffee!

The first feature you notice in someone you just met their face and body language

Your best physical feature idk. i’m cute in general lolol

Your greatest fear that i won’t get anywhere in life and i’ll be misrable

Your biggest weakness my loved ones

Your strongest attribute i’m self-assured and independent

Your greatest accomplishment having made it this far and having enjoyed myself along the way

Your most cherished memory really, there is no one memory. and while i have lots of good memories, i don’t spend too much time thinking about them.

I Hurt rarely and even when i do, i don’t want to show it

I Love y’all! haha.

I Hate it when nothing is happening

I Fear that this moment will vanish and i will lose everything

I Hope that the above is an irrational fear

I Feel feelings y’all

I LIsten to my dog snoring

I Hide when people start demanding too much from me

I Drive at night, on empty highways, as fast as possible

I Play a game, it’s called insincerity~

I Miss him.

I Learned that my dog is scared of a lot of things

I Know i’m in no hurry to figure things out.

I Wait for myself to get sleepy.

I Need sleep!

I Want sleep!

#survey

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