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floralseokjin · 3 years

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HELLO 😍😍 I'm so happy you're doing this wip game!!!! Am I allowed to ask for every single one? 🙃🙃 Since you haven't talked about Superstore & Feeling This yet, want to share? 🤗❤ JORDAN, I CAN'T WAIT 🎉🎉

@bonvoyagenoona said: Ooh, I'll ask about the Superstore AU and Feeling This! Will they be playing any specific characters in Superstore? And what inspired Feeling This? (I have a feeling... that one will wreck me 🥴) Already looking forward to them all!

@anon said: Uuhhh very curious about superstore!! Can you tell us something about it?

@seokjinger-ale said: Hey, Jordan!! For your WIP game, I’m DYING to know more about your Seokjin Superstore AU! I love that show so much, and putting Seokjin in that universe is beyond brilliant! 😍

anon said: Ohhh tell us more about this superstore au 👁️

Thank you so much everyone 😌💞

Descriptions down below!!

Superstore AU

After I binged the hell out of the first 4 seasons of superstore (need to finish the rest soon) I knew I just had to write something based off it and seeing as I have a somewhat similar job it seemed even more fun! Again nothing is concrete, but here’s the basic premise: Seokjin is a new employee after he left his old job in accounting (possibly, haven’t decided yet, but he’s a business school graduate anyway). He’s unsure what his next move will be but in the mean time he needs to make money. Reader is a supervisor and has worked there since high school, only getting through 2 years of college before she dropped out. Instantly Seokjin just irritates reader (after a bad first impression) but soon enough they strike up a fun friendship and have great chemistry. However, Jin has been attracted to her from the word go, and deep down she knows this. It doesn’t matter though as she has a boyfriend who she has been with since high school, but it’s pretty obvious that the relationship has been dead for a long, long time. Again, this will be a slow burn, pining included. A will they, won’t they thing as reader tries to work out her own feelings towards Jin. I think this may be a two part series too because I like to waffle lol.

As for characters, of course reader and Seokjin are inspired by Amy and Jonah, but I will be writing the rest of bts into it somehow once I start brainstorming, taking inspiration from the rest of the cast.

Feeling this

I am determined to keep the plot to this at a bare minimum because can’t a girl just write some mindless blue haired jk smut when she feels like it? Also I just realised this is another college au when I thought it was just heart out so sike!

Reader is “dating” (in the loosest sense) one of Jungkook’s friends but he’s trash and she knows it. One night, she’s at a bistro waiting for him to turn up and eat with her. Jungkook works there and she’s already spotted him tonight and waved. When the guys cancels on her, she soon sees his latest instastory and he’s busy out with friends and a group of girls you’ve never seen before. Pissed off you swear you’re done with him this time and go to leave, but Jungkook comes along and asks what’s up. You’ve always liked him, yes, his friends are questionable and maybe that meant something but he always seems quiet and pretty sweet. He’s sweet tonight and consoles you even though you insist you’re fine and blah blah blah. I don’t want to go on and on, but basically you end up at his place and f*ck 😳(but he IS a nice guy, he just saw his chance and went for it lol)

#message #fic:feeling this #atastefulwonderland #wip tag game #bonvoyagenoona #seokjinger-ale #anon

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january3693 · 5 years

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Most nights, Remus was a deep sleeper. He could snore straight through the shouts and small explosions that came part and parcel with sharing a dorm with James, Sirius, and Peter. On weekends, Remus could sleep through breakfast all the way to lunchtime if no one dragged him out of bed.

It was as though his body was trying to store sleep. stockpiling it for that time of the month when Remus would find no rest at all.

The full moon wasn’t for two more days, but the anxiety, restlessness, and nausea that always accompanied it had started early this month. Remus had been tossing and turning in bed for hours, his mind racing in circles as his muscles ached and his stomach churned. Finally, he admitted defeat and rolled out of bed, shivering at the cold stones beneath his bare feet. He felt chilled to the bone but knew that his chills could turn to fevered sweats at any moment.

Grabbing the transfiguration textbook from his beside cabinet, Remus headed for the stairs, intending to curl up on a couch by the fire and get ahead on his reading since he was sure he would miss at least a day or two stuck in the hospital wing under Madame Pomfrey’s fiercely watchful eye. He was almost to the door when he saw the thin crack of light shining through the curtains of another bed.

It seemed Remus wasn’t the only one unable to sleep tonight.

Remus wasn’t surprised to see the light was coming from Sirius’s bed. Of them all, Sirius probably slept the least. He was a chronic insomniac who somehow managed to function on a scant few hours of sleep caught every other night, or so it always seemed.

Like a moth, Remus felt himself drawn to the light, or rather to what was behind it. He and Sirius had officially been together for a little over a month now, and it was still thrilling and terrifying in equal measures. Even now, exhausted and anxious and woozy, Remus could feel his heart beat a little faster just thinking of Sirius. Of his boyfriend.

The polite, normal thing to do would have been to knock lightly on one of the bed posts or whisper a greeting to let Sirius know he was there, but Remus couldn’t resist the opportunity to just look at Sirius. It felt like he’d been repressing the urge to do exactly that for so long that being able to look at Sirius without having to hide his interest, his longing, still felt strange and almost miraculous.

Staring through the narrow slit between the curtains, Remus was gifted with a sight only rarely glimpsed by anyone around Hogwarts: Sirius Black studying.

Wearing a rumbled t-shirt for a Muggle band Remus had only vaguely heard of and a pair of red-striped pajama bottoms, Sirius sat cross-legged at the head of his bed. Books lay scattered around him. An inkpot balanced precariously on a small stack of textbooks, while Sirius used the back cover of another as a makeshift writing desk. Sirius was chewing absently on the end of his quill while the ink smudged index finger of his free hand wandered down the page of their charms textbook, searching for some specific point or theory.

There was something breathtakingly intimate about the scene before Remus. He felt almost embarrassed to witness it, but his discomfiture paled beside the twin forces of adoration and desire coiling in Remus’s chest. These feelings weren’t exactly new, but giving himself permission to feel them was.

“Going to stand there all night, Moony, or would you like to come in?” Sirius asked quietly.

Remus blushed and ducked his head, stammering out a whispered apology. Sirius didn’t look up right away. He kept his eyes on his parchment as he copied down a sentence in his elegant, almost calligraphic handwriting. Remus could have used that moment to escape downstairs or back to his own bed, but he didn’t. He was frozen in place. Had Sirius really just invited him into his bed?

When Sirius finally looked up there was a smirk on his lips so infuriatingly confident that Remus almost considered leaving out of spite. Almost.

“Well?” Sirius asked quietly. When Remus remained firmly rooted in place, he picked up the book with the inkpot balanced precariously on top of it, and moved it to make room for Remus to sit facing him. “I could use your help with this bit about the theory behind the vinegar to wine spell.”

His smirk had softened, and when Remus nodded and finally slipped all the way through the curtains to sit on the bed, Sirius’s face almost reflected the nervous flutter Remus felt within his own chest. This was all new for Sirius too, Remus reminded himself.

There was a bit of shuffling, rearranging books and pillows, and few hasty spells to clean up after Sirius’s inkpot inevitably spilled. Then they were sat facing each other. An hour passed like that, studying mixed with glances that lingered when they caught each other looking, touches that might have been accidental, but became tentatively purposeful when they weren’t rejected. It was awkward and distracting, and even through his escalating exhaustion, Remus loved it.

Sirius could see Remus was flagging. He’d been staring at the same paragraph for almost ten minutes now. His eyes were drooping, their focus going soft, and at any minute he was likely to topple over and upset the inkpot again. Even Sirius was finally feeling the bone-deep heaviness that told him he would finally be able to sleep. It was time for both of them to be done for the night, especially since they would soon be up all night for the coming full moon.

Remus didn’t even seem to notice as Sirius put away his books and essay. He continued to stare dazedly at transfiguration diagrams. A smile tugged at Sirius’s lips. It was unusual to see Remus so unguarded, so vulnerable. It raised protective feelings toward Remus that Sirius had possessed for years, but which he was discovering new facets to now that they were dating. He wanted to pull Remus down beside him, to wrap them both in blankets and hold him tight through all the pain the full moon brought every month.

When Sirius pulled the book from his hands, Remus startled out of a half doze. “I think we’re both ready to try falling asleep again, yeah?” Sirius whispered.

He wanted to kiss the small dimple that formed at the corner of Remus’s sleepy smile. “You’re right…” Remus said around a yawn. He stretched his legs out, and some joint popped as he shuffled toward the edge of the bed.

Panic, sudden but still sleepy, tugged at Sirius, and he reached out, catching Remus’s wrist.

“Stay?” Sirius whispered.

This was new territory for him, and he could feel his heart beating faster. He’d been with other boys, dated them, snogged them, even shagged a few, but he’d never had one in his bed. He’d never slept with any of them. It had never been something that occurred to him. The dorm beds at Hogwarts were comfy but narrow, and Sirius had never felt the desire to squeeze himself into one beside another person. Until now.

Remus blinked and looked down at his wrist still encircled by Sirius’s ink-stained fingers. He looked awake now. Awake and suddenly nervous.

“Just to sleep,” Sirius said hastily. “It doesn’t have to be anything else, just sleeping.”

Remus bit his lip, tugging away the dimple Sirius still wanted to kiss. Sirius tried not to wince. Had he been too bold? Too forward? He’d only dated in the loosest sense of the word before this, really it had been more reoccurring appointments to snog behind tapestries and get each other off in unused classrooms. He’d never had a real boyfriend before, and even if he had, Remus was more than that already. Remus was special, and Sirius didn't want to screw things up with him.

“It’s all right,” Sirius added, trying to hide his sudden attack of nerves. “It’s all right if you don’t want to.” He wanted Remus here, to nestle close to him, but he didn’t want it if Remus didn’t. Trying to cuddle if Remus was too tense and anxious to want it wouldn’t give Sirius any enjoyment either.

Remus cocked his head to the side. He didn’t look at Sirius, but he stopped worrying at his lip. “Well, it is warmer in here than it would be back in my bed.”

Perhaps it wasn’t the ringing enthusiasm and passionate goodnight kiss Sirius might have liked, but he grinned like an idiot anyway.

There was more shuffling and bumping of elbows and hips and knees and then Sirius was lying in bed with his boyfriend for the first time.

Remus’s feet were cold and there wasn’t nearly enough room for them to sprawl comfortably. Yet...Remus pressed his icy toes against Sirius’s warm calves, and the tight space meant that they were both lying on their sides, facing each other only inches apart.

“I don’t know if I’m going to be able to fall asleep,” Remus whispered. Sirius could feel the air of his breath across his cheek.

“Me neither,” Sirius replied. He was staring into Remus’s wide, amber brown eyes, which should have felt ridiculous and clichéd. Instead it felt like being caught in a strange mirror, his own fears and hopes reflected back at him.

The dimple made a triumphant return as Remus smiled again. “It might help if we at least tried closing our eyes,” Remus said.

Sirius returned the small smile with a grin of his own. “I will if you will.”

Smile and dimple still in place, Remus closed his eyes. Sirius wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or disappointed, but he followed through and let his own tired eyes fall shut.

The press of lips against his own made Sirius’s eyes open right back up. The kiss had been briefer and possibly more innocent than any they’d ever shared before, and by the time Sirius could focus, Remus had already returned his head to his borrowed pillow. His eyes were still shut, but his smile was wider and self-satisfied.

Grinning, Sirius closed his eyes again.

It's also on AO3

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #fluff #wolfstar drabble #drabble #cute drabble #remus and sirius are basically the human equivalent of the 😍 emoji #bed sharing #insomnia

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kinky-pen · 5 years

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Plush (pt. 4)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: KyoKao

Kinks: Weight gain, belly kink, chubby kink, tight clothing, crossdressing, feedism, stuffing, maid kink, humiliation.

Summary: Kyoya's old maid's dress definitely won't fit, right? Although, it is rather stretchy...

When Kaoru held up the little maid’s dress, Kyoya could only raise an eyebrow. After all, the last time he’s worn it had been when his waist was tiny and his weight wasn’t over two hundred pounds. The whole ensemble was just so small compared to what he wore now, and he could tell that Kaoru certainly had an idea in mind.

“It’s very stretchy, isn’t it?” He shrugged, pushing the fabric into his hands, “I bet you could get it to fit… Sort of. Or you can’t, and that’ll be just as great. But… Just imagine you in it, the fabric clinging to your rolls, the skirt not doing anything to cover you up… My little piggy of a maid…”

Well, he was quite correct about the idea of it being enticing, but the dress was about four sizes too small. Even if he did manage to squeeze into it, it wouldn’t stay on for very long, especially as his t-shirts had started splitting seams… But this wasn’t a t-shirt. It had a good amount of elasticity, and the only thing that was close to his skin was the bodice. The skirt was flared anyway, and it was tiny, so… perhaps?

“Wait there,” He instructed Kaoru, turning towards the ensuite and throwing a faux innocent remark over his shoulder, “No peeking… Unless I call you in, I might need some help getting this on.”

With the door clicked shut, he allowed himself a quiet chuckle at the half love-struck, half lust-filled expression that had crossed Kaoru’s face, before dumping the ensemble on the floor and removing his clothes. They weren’t too tight – yet – bought with a little more room to grow that he was filling out faster than he thought he would. Rather than only sizing up one, perhaps he should two or three bigger, loose clothing becoming tighter and tighter as he overindulged.

He took a deep breath, looking over his soft, pillowy body in the mirror. He never realised that he’d have quite that many stretchmarks, spanning over his thighs, hips and belly, the red standing stark against his milky complexion. He almost didn’t recognise himself from the skinny man he��d been about half a year ago. He really ballooned, and quickly. Thick arms and thighs, plush hips, a large ass and a flabby belly that overhung. Not only that, but squishy cheeks and a slight double chin. God, he was getting huge, but he didn’t want to call it off just yet. After all, he could still be bigger.

He picked up the dress first, pulling it on over his head. After all, he didn’t think he could even attempt to get it over his thighs and hips, so he might as well give it a fighting chance. Still, it was very much a struggle, and he could feel himself jiggle as he kept fighting against both the fabric and his flab. He had to squish part of his belly down to get the seam over the generous mound of fat, the material acting just as Kaoru said, emphasising every single curve and lump of his well-fed body.

The skirt covered him in the front, but probably only because his belly pushed the seam down further, but in the back… there was something of a draft. It was probably next to useless, pulled almost taught, especially as it had been flared, once upon a time. Now his thighs and hips filled it, stretched it, and overflowed the fabric. Even his chest was soft, the sweetheart cut of the neckline showing off the moobs that had grown, resting on that overstuffed belly. It didn’t really look female, he didn’t have a cleavage, but it made the look feel oddly complete. He could even see his nipples pocking through the fabric, making him blush even harder as the soft cloth rubbed against them.

The underwear was attempted, even though he knew there was no hope it them fitting, and he was right. Despite their hefty price tag, the lace was so thin and so overtaxed that it almost tore like tissue paper as he attempted to get them at least over midthigh. In fact, they barely made it there. It had been too much strain, and stitched popped and tore before he knew it, leaving him to throw away the unusable scraps and go commando.

Now, it was the stockings turn, which he wasn’t sure about. He knew, without a shred of doubt, that they were never going to go up to the top of his thighs, especially after how the panties had just performed. However… maybe he could at least get them on. This was what this exercise was about, after all; the tighter, the better, just put on anything you can actually squeeze into.

He bent over, very aware of how his belly folded, and actually had to sit down to pull the stockings on due to the flab getting a little too in the way. He was sure it’d look hilarious to some onlooker, appearing almost tortoise-like as he tried to find a way to get them on without tearing a ladder in the silk. His gut just seemed to fold more, rolls looking so big, and he bit his lip.

He managed to get them on, eventually, and he was quite right about the fact they weren’t going to reach where they used to. In fact, he barely got them over his knees. Fuck, he was feeling incredibly fat and even more turned on by it. It hadn’t felt like so much before, but after being measured and weighed, it was almost inescapable. Not that he wanted to escape, but he was so aware of it.

There was no point attempting the garter belt. At it’s loosest, it could only circumference about thirty inches, and he was bigger than that now; even if that devious part of him wondering about how it’d feel to be twice that big. The only thing he could do was slip on the heels – had his feet gotten fatter?! – and re-enter the bedroom to see his boyfriend’s reaction.

The scent of food hit him, and he was the one to be surprised by Kaoru. A few plates of food, piled high and dripping with sauces and cheese, surrounding a very naked Kaoru, who was obviously admiring how stretched the old costume was.

“Wow…” He grinned, sitting up, “I didn’t realise my maid got so fat. What? Have you been stuffing your face the whole time?”

Kyoya blushed a little from the teasing, but it was nothing compared to how hot his face got when his stomach – in an excellent sense of timing – growled loudly. He hadn’t snacked today, and the smell of all that delicious food was almost too much to bare, it seemed. However, Kaoru just seemed to take that as encouragement.

“Such a pig, fattening up so much. You’re even hungry now, and how long ago was lunch?” He questioned, standing from the bed and looking over Kyoya’s plump body with hungry eyes, expecting an answer.

“… Three hours ago…” Kyoya admitted, gaze turned down and eyelashes fluttering, feeling that tightness in his gut at both the scent of the food and the thought of already being hungry despite eating not that long ago. Kaoru’s smile only broadened, hands groping at Kyoya’s stomach and hips.

“Look at you, your uniform doesn’t even fit,” He jeered, continuing to pinch at that lovely, plush fat, “And now you want to stuff yourself when you should be working? Mind, I bet that with a gut that big, you can barely kneel down to scrub the floors.”

God, he loved this. He loved it when Kaoru was mean to him, called him names, treated him like dirt. He just couldn’t help but feel so willing to make it up to him, so eager to please, and when Kaoru pushed him down on the bed he couldn’t help but groan when his gut bounced a little against his half-hard cock.

“Such a dirty slut…” Kaoru breathed, eyes dark and glazed over in lust, reaching under the very small, stretched skirt to teasingly brush over his length, “If it’s food you want, then you’ll get it, but you have to be a good little whore first.”

Kaoru removed the hand from under the fabric, the lack of attention causing a soft whine to come from Kyoya’s throat, only to be broken off with a gasp as Kaoru smacked his ample thigh, the flab jiggling with the force. A blunt command – “hands and knees, pig” – and Kyoya enthusiastically complied. His belly didn’t touch the bed, but he could feel that Kaoru was having a delightful time groping at his ass.

“Can you handle three fingers, or are you a useless little fucktoy?” Kaoru asked briskly, Kyoya nodding hard, needing to be filled. He’d always been able to handle it, but he loved when Kaoru belittled him over the slightest possibility that he couldn’t, “Good. It’s going to be cold, but don’t whine like a little bitch. If you do, I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for a month.

He wasn’t warming up the lube first, just squirting it on his fingers and pushing in roughly. Kyoya gasped, shuddering, but didn’t whine. Instead, his back arched and he pushed back, fingers going deeper and giving him that delicious feeling of tight fullness. Kaoru seemed pleased as well, scissoring his fingers ever so slightly, going a little easier. Out of the corner of his eye, Kyoya could see Kaoru reaching over to one of the dishes, before he offered a fork full of delicious smelling, creamy pasta to Kyoya.

“Any bigger, and this uniform’s going to split,” Kaoru began, and Kyoya could hear the smugness radiating from every word, “So big and fat after all this good food, aren’t you? I want to see you stuff yourself until those seams rip.”

So that was his game? Not that he didn’t guess, but he was certainly willing now that it was being presented to him. He opened his mouth, gasping slightly as Kaoru curled his fingers inside him, the pasta unceremoniously shoved into his mouth. The flavour was superb, reminiscent of American mac and cheese, and he moaned around the food. It was so… sensual, the food in his mouth and the fingers Kaoru was moving so deftly, so expertly.

It didn’t take long for him to be prepped, although he was painfully erect and some precum beading on the tip of his cock. He wanted to beg Kaoru to touch him, but every time he so much as tried to beg, more food was shovelled into his mouth. Cheesy pasta, udon noodles with soy sauce, even some roast beef. Carb and calorie laden, and mouth-wateringly good.

When Kaoru pushed into him, those lovely, long fingers bruising his plush hips, he almost screamed. In the best way possible, obviously. He didn’t know how much food was left, but the dress had gotten a lot tighter. He was rather full also, but not to the point of stuffed, and he actually wanted more. Perhaps if his gut got bigger then he could grind against the mailable, fluffy weight and finally get some relief.

Now Kaoru was coming apart little by little, hands a little shaky from the immense pleasure, he all but pushed the plate of noodles under his nose, telling him to eat. Of course, propped up as he was, Kyoya couldn’t use a fork, and so he did something he never thought he would. He just ate from the bowl, soy sauce smeared around his mouth and cheeks, dripping onto the small double chin that was forming with every new pound.

He ate, and he ate. His stomach feeling so tight, both with food and arousal, the fabric of the dress almost groaning under the strain. He was full, but just a little more. Just a little more and the seams would burst. As it was, Kaoru was going to have to cut him out of it, so he might as well do some of the work himself.

“God, you’re so fat… So good…” Kaoru groaned, breaking the roleplay but too far gone to care, and Kyoya himself was going to cum any second, “This ass of yours… Fuck, it’s so big… It’s so sexy, you’re so good… Eating all that for me…”

With the shuddering breath Kyoya let out as Kaoru hit his prostrate, bending over a little more, it was finally too much for the dress. The both of them could hear it rip, even in their far gone states, and Kyoya felt a similar release to that day when he’d popped it button for Kaoru. He could feel his belly hanging further down than it had, and he could actually rut against it now that it was free of the confining fabric, already so close.

Kaoru came first, Kyoya’s name on his lips and his fingers tightening in between his love handles, and Kyoya wasn’t far behind. He could feel the cum on the underbelly he had, stomach bloated with food and feeling more stuffed than he had, ever. It was satisfying, but he felt rather tired out from the strain of all that activity, breathing heavily.

“Well… However fun this was, I don’t think we can use that dress again,” Kaoru pointed out as they cuddled together, hands massaging Kyoya’s stuffed belly, “I mean… Look at it.”

It was true. The sides were torn almost completely, only a few remaining near the top, and the seam that held the skirt to the bodice was certainly no longer functional. In fact, somehow, there was also a rip in the front, Kyoya’s pudge spilling from it, and there was an even larger tear in the back of the skirt. If it had even gone over his ass properly in the first place, it’d certainly be showing it off now, but it was bunched at the small of his back, no longer able to take the strain his glorious rear put on it.

“Well, that is a shame,” Kyoya sighed sleepily, nuzzling closer to Kaoru, “But I certainly won’t complain if you get me another one. Maybe I could even burst out of a large one day…”

#smut #chubby kink #crossdressing kink #maid kink #ouran high school host club #ohshc #kyokao #kyoya ootori #kaoru hitachiin #plush series

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caprigender · 5 years

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My boyfriend asked me if I would also change my middle name if I were to get that all done one day and idk I hadn’t thought of it but maybe

The only reason I’d want to get my name changed is cause in an official setting (like job hunting) my legal name + my appearance is like.... obviously trans it’s not even like just “oh this man has a slightly feminine name “ it’s like my legal name cannot be seen by The Overarching Culture as anything but a girls name and that paired with my almost-4-years-on-testosterone beautifully bearded self raises all kinds of flags

Anyways this was a long winded way of saying I was thinking of possible middle names in the loosest sense of the word

Levity, ludibun, and livery have all passed through my mind

#yelling at own ass #i think id keep my middle name tho #its not really required for job hunting #and i like lenore

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calleo-bricriu · 5 years

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What did ex #2 do that made you have nothing good to stay about her?

Where do I begin?

We'll go with a list.

1. She was excellent at manipulation. Excellent to the point that she , over the course of the first two years, slowly isolated me from friends and family, convincing them that I was "treating her terribly" and was a garbage person and convincing ME that they were awful people who were using me, didn't have my best interests in mind (but she did, of course), and that she was only looking out for me by telling me these things.

2. In addition to that, while she was never overtly violent until the very end, when she got angry--and she was angry a lot, any time I wasn't completely in line, she got angry--she would throw things, break things, send a spell right past my head and into the wall, all while blaming me for 'driving her to it' by whatever it was she decided I'd done or not done and that if I weren't so difficult she wouldn't "feel the need to act that way".

3. There was one time I, in the loosest sense of the word, did fight back and she immediately went off about how I was being abusive and violent and somehow managed to turn that situation around to the point that I believed it and spent the evening more or less scrambling to comfort her because of what "I'd done". Never really fought back after that.

4. With the exception of Braxford, my friends had to be her friends as well and since most of my friends had either been driven off or didn't like her because they saw her for what she was--to them it was obvious, but she didn't act toward them the way she did toward me, what she did toward me were little things over time that let me get used to it as 'normal'--and wanted nothing to do with her.

Her friends, well, they knew me from her playing herself off as the woman with the abusive boyfriend so they didn't care for me much either.

5. After a few years of that, she even got through to my mother on it and my mother would get on me about how I needed to treat my girlfriend better. That's the one that bothers me the most; I've dealt with everything that was done to me, and I've been able to move past it.

My mother hasn't, and her guilt for falling for what Adnya was doing is still very, very present and tends to come out in wildly inappropriate ways that make her look overbearing, protective, and a little bit unhinged at times because it's still stuck in her head that any woman trying to get close to me is going to do the same thing.

6. The thing that caused me to be done with it and her was--it's difficult to explain without even having to ask myself how I didn't notice it but the pattern was always, "She never hit me, until she did."

"She never broke anything of mine, until she did."

"The spells she cast never hit me, until they did."

"She was never violent toward me, until she was."

The day I left, the spell she threw at me hit and not because I’d just failed to dodge, it was aimed specifically to hit, and I was done.

That was after almost five years.

7. When I told her I was leaving, she verbatim told me that I was being irrational and she wouldn't allow it. She followed me around the entire house, at one point, trying to lock me in a room which didn't exactly work.

Then, she got quiet, she watched me pack, walked behind me toward the door and waited for me to turn around because she knew I would. When I did, all she said was, "You can't live without me."

What she did as she said that was try to slash my throat open with one of her stupid little ritual daggers. She mostly missed, but it did leave a long, thin scar. She also screamed at me for getting blood on the entryway rug. Lovely woman.

8. About a month after that, she sends me this long rambling letter that can easily be condensed down to, "I'm sorry your inability to be an adult ruined my life," and was attached to a jar with a beating, very human looking heart inside of it.

I didn't want anything more to do with her, which is probably why I didn't look more closely into what it was or how it had been made, and just put it on a shelf and forgot about it.

It just kind of became a curiosity in my collection.

9. Earlier this year, @absintheabsence asked about her, primarily because she was the only one out of my little basket of exes that I never went into much detail on beyond, "We were a couple for about five years, she was horrible and tried to isolate me and gave me that neck scar and also she sent me a jar with a beating heart in it. Weirdo."

His reaction was not the usual reaction I get. Most people think it's strange and a little creepy but, ultimately, harmless.

He asked if I still had it.

I told him I did, it was on one of the bookshelves back at my house.

He asked me to go and get it.

I bring the thing back and get a more or less, "This is blood magic. She's had you bound to it for years."

Great. Not only great but also probably why every other relationship I had after her ended spectacularly badly.

So, that's been taken care of and completely severed, and I sent it back to her with no letter and not even a note because, quite honestly, she doesn't deserve to hear from me again and she knows damn well the magic on it was broken.

It was admittedly difficult to go with, "I know it's a possibility here but, don't kill her. I don't want her to die, I just want her to go away."

I won't lie and pretend I didn't also suggest making deconstructing the binding as painful as possible for her, though.

#abusive relationships #(honestly the person who played her in that game was an amazing writer)#asks #hp rp #answered #hp indie rp #long post #Anonymous

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You said you had a boyfriend before but are you interested in girls as well? I think you are cool.

well a boyfriend in the loosest possible sense of the word…I’ve dated boys before but never in a very serious way at all and partly because having a boyfriend was just something everyone else was doing so I figured I had to as well…but yes!! girls are 💜💕💛❤️💕💝💕💞💖 and pretty much every proper crush I’ve ever had has been on a girl so

#and bless u anon jksdjs im honestly really not cool #but thank you!!!#anonymous #me

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Don’t Look Down

Pairing: Sam x Reader Characters: Dean, Sam, the Reader Warnings: light swearing, a ton of fluff Word Count: 1624 Summary: the Reader, Sam and Dean are working a case in Arizona. The Reader and Sam decide to take a vacation day (or night) and check out the Grand Canyon. Tag List: @amanda-teaches @myplaceofthingsilove@evyiione @mogaruke@aliensdeservebetter@27bmm@craving-cas @spnfanficpond @amanda-teaches @myplaceofthingsilove@evyiione @mogaruke@aliensdeservebetter@27bmm@craving-cas @spnfanficpond @amanda-teaches @myplaceofthingsilove @spectaculicious@bambinovak @bambinovak@writingthingsisdifficult@padackles2010 @mamaredd123@milkymilky-cocopuff @iwantthedean@zeppo-in-a-trenchcoat @spntrista @d-s-winchester@just-another-busy-fangirl@winchesterprincessbride@waywardjoy@supernaturalyobsessed@whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname@sandlee44@fangirl1802@kittenofdoomage @evyiione @winchestersmut@purgatoan@mogaruke @therewillbeblood @megansescape @taste-of-dean@leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @scarlet-soldier-in-an-impala@deathtonormalcy56@wildfirewinchester @notnaturalanahi@jensen-jarpad@impalaimagining@fangirlextraordinaire@itseverythingilike@jesspfly@lovekittykat21@mysteriouslyme81@mrswhozeewhatsis@aiaranradnay@supernatural-jackles@girl-next-door-writes@spnsasha@27bmm@spnfanficpond @amanda-teaches@myplaceofthingsilove@spectaculicious@bambinovak@writingthingsisdifficult@spn-imagines-to-feel@spn-ficfanatic@cleverdame@saxxxology@jensen-jarpad @keepcalmandcarryondean dancingpanda137 A/N: PLOT TWIIIIIISTSS BITCHESSSSSSS

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You, Sam and Dean had just finished a case you worked relentlessly on for weeks, and you needed a break. No matter how much you loved hunting, relished the sore muscles and adored the sense of accomplishment it gave you, every now and then you needed a night off. You hadn’t grown up like they had, sleeping in the back of a car and driving for days on end was all new to you- and at times you could get a little overwhelmed. Even though you’d been hunting for a little over 14 months, you still felt lost at times. It was definitely something you had to be in for the long run, something that took lifetimes to perfect. Of course your boyfriend, Sam, was always helpful and supportive. But, like you said before, you really needed a night off.

You and the Winchesters were laying on your beds in the motel and watching television together. Outside, the Arizona sun was resting low on the horizon and the air was thick and clinging to every available surface. But not inside; the three of you had the ac blasting. In fact, it was so cold in the small motel room, you and Sam were buried under the covers. Thick and fluffy, mountains of blankets were piled on top of the two of you. Sam had his arms lazily hugging your shoulders, and you had your head on his chest. Honestly, you didn’t know what was playing on the tv hanging on the adjacent wall. It was some show the Winchesters seemed to love, and because you loved them you watched along.

“Hey, what do you want to do tonight?” You wiggled around so your chin was resting on his shoulder and you propped your elbows up on his chest.

“Uh, I don’t know I was thinking we could just stay here, watch a movie and turn in early or something”

He saw your face fall and immediately broke out into a goofy grin, “I’m totally kidding. I actually had something planned!”

You gaped and smiled back at him, “What?”

“Have you ever been to the Grand Canyon before?”

“No, never, why?” You responded even though you already knew the answer.

“Cause I’m taking you,”

Your face lit up and again your mouth hung open in surprised delight, “Really!?”

"Yeah, wanna go now? We should get there just before the sun sets,”

Without responding you leapt from the bed and headed for the Impala, taking his hand and tugging him with you. He said a quick bye to Dean, who was still sprawled out on his bed watching the tv, before giving into your yanking on his arm.

Stepping out of the motel door, you immediately felt the change in temperature. The air hung thickly and you could almost feel your hair turn flat from the heat. You were wearing your loosest jean shorts and still didn’t feel any relief- it was hot as hell. The flowers embroidered onto your t-shirt’s shoulders felt weighted in the heat. Looking at Sam, you had no idea how he was still standing. He was wearing a grey short sleeved shirt and jeans. Long, heavy, blue jeans stretched all the way down to his ankles, and the Arizona sun wasn’t very forgiving.

“I can’t believe Dean didn’t put up more of a fight about us taking the Impala. The last time we stole it you got punched in the face, by the way I’m still super sorry about that.” You giggled as he held the car door open for you and you shimmied inside.

He let out a breathy laugh before responding, “Yeah, he was really wrapped up in whatever the hell we were watching”

“Wait you didn’t like it either? I thought you were so into it!” Your mouth hung slightly open in surprise, he really did seem to be following along and laughing at all of Dean’s jokes you didn’t understand.

“Dude, no way! I mean who actually enjoys a show about a bunch of old men fishing with their bare hands in some swamp?”

“Dean apparently!” You joked back as he shut the Impala’s door and stepped on the gas.

Baby’s engine roared in response before settling into a soft hum. You leaned back in your seat and threw your legs over Sam’s before blasting the ac. His hand immediately moved to grip your thigh and you let the cool air wash over you. A comfortable silence set over the car as you started watching the road before you. You were mesmerized by the broken yellow strips on the pavement that the Impala seemed to be flying over. They approached in flashes and then quickly sped under the car. It was always the little things you noticed, the little things you took interest in. Sam was the same way, and that was one of the reasons the two of you fit so well. While he was always remembering the most minuscule details of every date and moment the two of you shared, you were relentlessly planning surprise evenings or birthday dinners. It had taken you a while to realize it, but the two of you were compatible in every sense of the word. Your relationship would never be just a summer fling or a quick fuck when it was needed, it always was going to be so much more than that. And, living with him (and his brother) for the past 14 months had really opened your eyes to that- just how deep the lines went. And just how much you wanted to spend every single moment with him, possibly for the rest of your life.

Your voice broke the silence as you asked, “So have you ever been to the Grand Canyon before?”

“Yeah, just once. I was pretty young though so I didn’t really get to appreciate it, you know?” A stillness washed over Sam’s face, like he was caught up in a memory.

You and Sam had been dating for about 6 years, and were best friends long before that. John and your mom had been close growing up, and as a result you and the Winchesters were always family friends. However there was a gap, a small blip in the timeline. When you were 10 your mom decided she wanted the two of you to move away, you hadn’t found out why until 9 years later. She was a hunter,a damn good one too, and it finally caught up to her. You remembered the day so vividly. You were about 19 years old and a sophomore at Colby University in Maine when John called. You hadn’t spoken to him in years and were surprised that his number was still in your phone, but you answered it nonetheless. While you and Sam had kept in touch, occasionally meeting up or dragging each other to random social events- John truly was a stranger to you. He was the bearer of bad news, his voice was the one that told you the thing that ruined you. Your mom was dead. It was a shock at first, one you had denied whole heartedly. That was one of the worst days of your life, but somehow Sam had made it a little better. You’d reunited with your childhood best friends and the rest just kind of happened. At first you didn’t hunt, you adamantly refused to until recently. But, again, everything changed with the loss of life. A nest of vampires had rolled into your small, sleepy town and taken 4 people with it. When the Winchesters showed up you realized you couldn’t spend your life running and hiding from the supernatural. Because you knew, it was your job to help out- so nobody else had to. So, you forced your boyfriend- Sam- to take you with him on his next hunt. Up until that point, the bulk of your relationship had been him coming home to you whenever he could- usually bruised and bleeding. So, naturally, you jumped at the chance to spend more time with him and actually make a difference in the world.

Remembering Sam’s question, you smiled and nodded in response, “Yeah, I get that”

“So, if I remember correctly: going to the Grand Canyon was on your 11th grade summer bucket list.” Sam gave you that same goofy grin from before.

“Holy hell, how do you remember that? I completely forgot about that one”

“I dunno, I kind of thought it was cute” Sam’s cheeks blushed as he smiled at you.

“Hah, if I remember correctly, the third item on the list was to drink until I puked at college parties when I was supposed to be touring the universities.” You rolled your eyes at how juvenile you’d been in high school.

“Yeah, super adorable. And, to be fair, you did accomplish that one. Boulder University- remember?”

“Holy shit, yeah! That was the only party I got you to come to all summer!”

You laughed at the memory and, looking to the left, saw he was grinning right back. The rest of the ride was relatively silent until you asked him for gum and he nodded to the glove compartment. That god damn glove compartment. You clicked it open and, while fishing around for a stick of gum, stumbled upon a small black jewelry box. It was too compact to be holding a necklace or bracelet, so you found your mind wandering to earrings. Staring at the box, you knew it was wrong to ruin Sam’s surprise, but you decided to do it anyway. With a quick peek at Sam, to make sure he was still looking at the road and not paying attention to you, you opened the lid. Inside you found a flashy silver ring staring back at you- which you recognized as his mother’s.

What the hell?

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