#i’m finally done after having this sitting in the drafts for about a good month... or two. 🥴🥴

[luvelve]

˚ · . sweet blue - k. mingyu

summary: your husband’s not very good at asking for things, not even for a shave. but of course, he gets it either way.

pairing: husband!mingyu x afab!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

warnings/tags: kissing, shaving, mentions of use of a blade

a/n: i took a long and unexpected break from writing and i’m happy to be back <3 this has been sitting in my drafts for sooooo long and i finally finished it today. the ending was kinda rushed but i wanted to publish it either way to kinda get myself out of this slump. as always, feedback & likes/reblogs are always welcome :)

the dark colored marble touches the front of your thighs as you inch closer, which surprises you but you try your best not to flinch because of the task at hand. at this moment, you feel like an artist, a sculptor if you will; carefully carving clay with utmost precision. except you’re not a sculptor, and you’re not carving clay. you’re in your bathroom giving your husband, mingyu, a shave.

this was new for the both of you, as mingyu always just shaved his incredibly slow growing mustache by himself. what started all this is him seeing you in your nightstand or in the bathroom doing your makeup and skincare, and he finds it all so amusing. he swears harps and violins play in the background when you’re in your own little world, dusting your cheeks with blush, taking your mascara off, or applying lip balm? lip… stick? lip…. whatever it is that you put on your lips, he thinks to himself. all he knows is that he can watch you do it all day. but he’s also left wondering, how it would feel to do what you do on him.

for some reason, mingyu isn’t able to muster up the courage to ask you straightforward to do his skincare, but he is able to ask you to be the one to shave him since he tells you its that time of the month where his mustache gotten too long for his liking. he comes up with the excuse of not doing the job well enough, and that his face gets all ‘itchy’ afterwards. which is all a lie of course, but it’s enough to convince you to do what he asks of you.

and so you find yourself in your shared bathroom at nine in the morning, standing in between your husband’s legs as he sits on the counter, both of your faces inches from each other. the room is silent but not eery, it’s a comfortable silence. mingyu had joyfully shown you the things he uses for his shaving routine: a cheap razor, shaving cream, some aftershave seokmin had recommended to him, and a towel.

“you really should get one of those good quality razors. not these disposable ones.” you scold mingyu softly, looking at him sternly with one hand resting on his head and the other holding the razor.

“but they’re expensive.” he extends the last syllable in protest, his reply a bit garbled as he tries his best not to move his mouth too much. you know mingyu well enough that he would be pouting at this moment, if only you weren’t shaving his upper lip.

you’re too focused on the task at hand that you don’t bother arguing with the giant sulky man in front of you. you continue making slow downward strokes using the razor, watching the hair slowly disappear. mingyu doesn’t have a lot of hair on his face like other guys but you take your time, making sure to get the job done right. it is, after all, your first time.

your husband watches as your lips contort out of focus; a habit of yours that he’s taken notice and grown fond of over the years. every now and then , you get rid of the hair and cream, swishing the razor in the sink that’s filled about halfway in water. mingyu feels nothing else but happiness and content in this very moment that he’s internally doing jumping jacks.

your resting hand shifts from his head and onto his cheek to get better leverage and mingyu just has to lean in to your touch. he relishes the feeling of your warm hand and then looks at you with adoration in his eyes.

“baby…” you raise your eyebrows at him, wondering what on earth he’s doing this for in the middle of a shave. mingyu doesn’t react to your words but instead shoots you a small derpy smile, and only you would know what he means.

if there’s one thing your husband is good at, it’s getting you to give him your love and attention without even saying anything. there are nights when mingyu comes home exhausted and all he has to do is stand there in your doorway, signalling to you that he wants to be in your embrace. or when you get up earlier than him and you find him just as he’s about to wake up; he’s buried in the sheets, hair all messy, just laying there, silently telling you that he wants a taste of your lips before his morning coffee.

and it’s the same thing he’s doing now. you let out a small sigh as you tilt your head a bit in fake annoyance before you lean in to connect your lips with his. it’s quick but it’s enough that mingyu lets out a hum of contentment. you pull back and he giggles as your lips catches some of the shaving cream, giving yourself a tiny little mustache.

“happy?” you quickly reply, and mingyu catches you to plant another kiss on your lips, placing his hand on your cheek to deepen the kiss a bit.

“very.” he says, as he swipes the pad of his thumb on your upper lip to get rid of the shaving cream he transferred onto you. his giggles bounce off the quiet walls of your bathroom.

“now can you sit still so i can finish this little bit that’s left?” you say to him, and he replies with a small nod and a sheepish smile, one that’s big enough that his canines show through. mingyu feels like a sixth grader who just kissed his crush. if the marble counter wasn’t in the way, he’d be kicking his feet.

you finish the small patch of hair that he has left and you proceed to put aftershave on him, assuming it is what you put after one shaves. you put a little bit on your hands and you’re thrown off by its strong musky scent. surely this can’t be good for his skin, you think to yourself.

“babe, you really use this stuff? i think this is way too strong for you.” you say with a worried look on your face. “well… seokmin told me it was good so i just used it too.” he replies.

“well yeah, it could be working for him but for you… i’m not too sure. i don’t know… i’m just worried.” you trail off, getting some tissue to rid your hands of the product and his eyes follow you around the bathroom while you do so. you shuffle back to stand in between mingyu’s legs, “i’ll go get something from my stuff instead.”

he watches as you momentarily leave the room to grab something from your vanity. he waits in the bathroom like a five year old waiting for his mom at the grocery counter. he hears the sound of your drawer open and close and it makes him chew at his lower lip in excitement.

“okay, this should do the job.” you say as you take the product onto your hands and pat it gently on your husband’s annoyingly smooth face. you make sure to cover all the parts that the blade has touched, and your head tilts left and right trying to make sure you didn’t miss any spot.

the way his eyes light up and follow your every move don’t go unnoticed by you. his hands make their way to rest on your hips again, squeezing every so gently as not to distract you.

“aaand, that’s the last bit of it.” you say, tightening the cap of your moisturizer and setting it down on the counter. mingyu internally pouts because the task is done, nonetheless he still props himself off the counter to take a look in the mirror.

“thank you, baby.” he says softly, shooting you a sweet smile as he turns to face you again. his arms snake around your waist to pull you in for a kiss and just when your noses touch, you pause. “you know… we still have a bit of time before we have to head out. why don’t we go back to bed for a little while?”

mingyu instantly picks up on what you’re trying to say and of course he jumps on the opportunity, “yeah?” he questions, and you nod as you wrap your arms around his neck. “well you know i can’t say not to that.” his smile reaching from one ear to the other. he leans down to attach his lips to yours as the both of you slowly walk backwards into your bedroom.

“oh, one more thing.” you mumble, momentarily breaking away from the kiss. “mhmm..” mingyu hums, and you feel it rumble in his chest. “i know you don’t get ‘itchy’ after you shave, it was just an excuse to get me to do it for you.” your tone is playful, and right then and there mingyu knows you’ve got him.

“what-huh? n-yes, i do!” your husband stutters, his ears turning red in embarrassment. “sweetheart, you really expect me to believe that? i know you like the back of my hand.” you reply. before mingyu is able to say anything else, you grab his arm and lead him out of your bedroom. “now let’s go, you owe me a yummy breakfast.”

#mingyu fluff #kim mingyu #seventeen x y/n #seventeen fluff #seventeen #mingyu x y/n #mingyu scenarios #seventeen scenarios #mingyu au #seventeen au #mingyu x reader #luvelve’s

[beautifulpersonpeach]

bpp lemme be sappy and incoherent for a min…

i saw this tiktok of bts’ solo era so far and i just wanna say that i’m glad that they know army doesn’t expect anything from them but music. GOOD MUSIC. like historically so many idols have gone on to do non music things after their peaks but bts knows that the core of their fandom are music fans. fans of THEIR music especially. bts as a whole prides themselves as being musicians and army prides ourselves as being fans of musicians.

idk. i guess i just wanted to appreciate how diverse this era has been musically and how proud i am of them doing the music they want even if i dont always enjoy it cuz someone else is bound to, yknow? i’m so freaking proud of their output. they’re amazing

***

It just tugs on your heartstrings doesn’t it? Even Jin who doesn’t have a full album yet, the song he made with Coldplay in only a few months doesn’t feel rushed or half-assed. It feels like a (sappy) sweet letter (in Chris Martin’s ink) from a friend you’ll be seeing before too long.

From Hoseok producing the beauty that is Jack in the Box; to Joon’s archive of his 20s with some of the best collaborations for a Korean artist in Indigo; to Jimin’s episodic processing of the personal struggles he dealt with during the pandemic in FACE; to Yoongi’s culmination of the AGUST D trilogy in D-DAY; to Taehyung’s expression of the music that most feels like him in Layover; and finally, Jungkook pushing himself out of his comfort zone to make a full album in a language he doesn’t speak, showcasing his skill set of ever-improving vocal ability, in classic pop songs in several genres that he’s selected to showcase his personal taste.

All the boys have done well. The assignment was to serve music, and they’ve all delivered. Some songs are more my taste than others, but I can acknowledge the work they’ve all done and I respect it.

And this isn’t really what you’re talking about Anon, but please let me go on a short tangent here.

I’ve seen chatter here and there about how Jungkook isn’t mature in his interview answers. About how he apparently comes across as a clueless puppet who can’t articulate his views eloquently, but like I said about the discourse around Jimin’s apparent lack of contribution to BTS, or Jin’s apparent lack of skill - sometimes that criticism is warranted, but most of the time people who say things like this frankly have no idea what they’re talking about.

A few of you have sent me asks months back, to give my view on Jungkook the way I’ve done about Jimin, Yoongi, Hoseok etc recently. I didn’t answer because I was waiting for Golden. Now that the album’s out, I’m sitting with it and will respond to those asks before too long.

But before that, I want to draw attention to this excerpt from Jungkook’s interview in The Atlantic.

*

In my draft reply to the asks wanting me to talk about Jungkook, I start with saying he’s a very simple person. That’s both his charm and the thing that confuses a lot of people about him, because many of us are anything but simple, so when faced with a man like him living the life he’s living, some people respond with suspicion or bewilderment.

Simple motivations, simple words, simple considerations - this is what I’ve observed in JK for the past 10 years. He’s younger than all the members but no less intelligent that the rest of the guys on average. He knows how to communicate what he means, he just usually has a preference to do it simply, and that’s what he did in that paragraph.

I’m excited to see how he’s going to become a global pop star, even bigger than he is now, because he’s certainly got the talent and skill to show real results. I’m proud of all the projects the boys have put out so far.

By their own words, one point of Chapter 2 was to showcase their individual colours, to show the world who makes up a group like BTS, so people could more clearly see what each member brings to the table, while the guys push themselves to learn new things, expand their skillsets, and hone their individual artistry to create a stronger, more nimble group.

*

So far so good. It seems to be going according to plan despite everything lol. I’m excited to get Joon’s next work, PJM2, Hobi’s release, Jin’s album, and all the other goodies lined up for us in Chapter 2. It’s been a trip and it’s only going to get wilder.

#bts #jimin #Jungkook #jikook #Namjoon #Hoseok #Yoongi #Taehyung #SeokJin #bts chapter 2

[laheysdork]

strangers - stiles stilinski

summary: you decided that he’s a stranger to you a long time ago, but what if tragedy strikes and the only person that could help you is him?

word count: 4.8k

warnings: cursing, fights, angst, slight fluff, vomit?, a little violence

a/n: so sorry i have been mia for months, i moved out and am finally living (as in not being stuck in my room all the time) i have this enemies-to-lovers fic siting for the longest time in my draft so hope yall like it! the italic bolded ones are flashbacks in case it gets pretty confusing. and i would like to apologize beforehand 🤠

masterlist

Strangers—they’re not always the people we don’t know. Some of them can be by choice, someone we chose to forget.

Sighing at the thought of another dreadful day at school, you drag your feet towards your first class. Your muscle memory kicking in, you pick the seat at the back corner, trying to be as unnoticeable as possible as you wish you can hide under a huge invisible cloak. After dumping your bag onto the floor next to the table, your body lazily sinks into the chair. Shuffling inside the pocket of your hoodie, you take out your phone and click it on, looking at the time.

7.50 A.M.

For once, you are early. Class starts at 8, so you have an extra 10 minutes to waste. As you begin to think about ways to kill the time, you hear two familiar voices growing louder as they enter the class.

You know those voices by heart. The voices that would always cheer you up when you were sad, the voices that continuously came up with jokes every day, but also the same voices that have shattered the only living soul you have left. How could one bring so much joy but also pain?

“Come on, Stiles. Star Wars? Again? Don’t you have any other movies to watch for our weekly movie nights?” you grumbled irritatedly.

“Last week, Scott picked some lame-ass rom-com and forced us to sit through it so this week it’s MY turn for revenge.” He emphasized the ‘my’ and crossed his arms across his chest, smirking at the thought of his genius evil plan.

“Fine, but next week I’m making you watch Spiderman.”

His curled lips dropped flat instantly. “Spiderman? Y/N, you know I am a DC man. Why would you do this to me?” he whined in disbelief which earned a maniacal laugh from you.

“Well, as you said before Stilinski, that is MY turn for revenge.”

Losing yourself in your thoughts, 10 minutes have long passed as the coach abruptly enters the classroom.

“This is the right class, right? Yeah, I think so.” He mumbles to himself as he places his stuff onto the teacher’s desk and clears his throat.

“Since I’m busy today, you will be doing a pair project.”

And the class goes wild.

“Hey, shut up. I’m not done yet.” Coach yells which gradually silences the class.

“Before all of you got too happy, I will be picking the pairs. Some of you depended on other students too much and that is not good.” He shakes his head, trailing off the subject.

“So, uhm, I’m just going to write the pairs on the board and the instructions. While I’m at it, please for the love of God shut your mouth.”

You are surprised. As a generally unlucky person, today doesn’t seem so bad. You won’t have to sit through coach’s lectures for 2 periods, which you consider as a total win.

However, your triumph does not last long as the words written messily on the board haunt you.

Pair 3: Y/F/N Y/L/N, Stiles Stilinski

Fuck-

“Okay, so all you have to do is collect some general information regarding the market structures and make a mind map. Simple. Now, huddle up with your buddies and get to work.”

Even after everyone starts grouping up with their partners, you are still slumped in the corner, not having any sort of will or energy left to interact with Stiles Stilinski.

Thankfully (or not), Stiles decides to make the first move, his silhouette towering your sitting figure. As you strictly look at your phone, a loud screech filled your ears, Stiles noisily dragging a vacant chair next to your table.

“Y/N,” he called in a tone you can’t quite comprehend.

God.

“Yeah,” you replied bluntly, glancing up.

“I- um, I wanted to say-“

“Sorry, what? I can’t hear you.”

In fact, you actually can. Hell, you even know what he’s about to say. But you do not brace yourself for this. You can barely look at him, let alone talk to him.

“Hey, movie night at 7?” You nudged on Stiles' arms, startling him, busy going through a bunch of papers on his desk.

“Uhh, no. I’m busy tonight.” He glanced to you for a second then proceeds to occupy himself.

“Okay, how about tomorrow?”

Missing your best friends, you were determined to get the band back together. Stiles and Scott had been exceptionally busy for the past few days and you were not quite sure why.

At first, you thought maybe it had something to do with the new girl, Allison. Scott seemed to be all over her. But then there was that creepy peculiar guy, Derek, who was borderline stalking them. They started to ditch you alone, running off to some secret mission, and you were tired of it. Why were they keeping it from you? Did they not trust you enough?

“Also busy,” he muttered, his focus still fully on the pile of paper. Your mouth gaped to come up with something that would get them to spend time with you but was interrupted by the ringing of the bell. In a flash, Stiles stood up, aimlessly gathering his papers, and zoomed out of the class, leaving your deadpanned state unattended.

From the widely-opened door, you could see Stiles rushing over to Scott. He told Scott something inaudible unless you got some sort of super-hearing, but from the look on Scott’s face, it must’ve been urgently distressing. Both of them bolted out of the school together without you, once again.

“I’ll do the monopoly and monopolistic competition and you do perfect competition and oligopoly. I’ll draw the mind map after school,” you state clearly and monotonously, wanting to quickly get this over with.

“Y/N, I-“

“Is it unclear?” you snap, rather cold.

“No, but-“

“Okay, then. You better start reading.” You heavily lift your book out of the bag and drop it on top of your table.

“What the hell just happened? Scott? Stiles?”

Your quizzical eyes darted waveringly between the two jittery boys, confused and infuriated.

Earlier, the boys had invited you, Allison, Lydia, and Jackson to come over and study. For a while there, you were hopeful. You thought that this small gathering could be a step closer to things going back to how it was, but displeasingly, you were absolutely mistaken.

“I don’t know, it’s-“

“What kind of lie are you coming up with now huh, Stiles? I know you know something!” you confronted.

“Y/N, we didn’t-“

“Oh, you think I didn’t notice? That guy Derek? Then both of you suddenly went M.I.A for days? And don’t get me started with the ‘Sorry, Deaton needs me at the clinic’ or ‘Sorry, my dad called me, gotta go’. We’ve been friends since we were 10 for fucks sake!”

Gladly the three of you were left alone because you were furiously shouting at this point. Allison offered to drive Lydia home the moment she sensed the unnerving tension between the three of you.

“And now, even after whatever that thing is just almost killed us, you still think I don’t deserve to know the truth?”

You shot the two boys death glares through your teary eyes which they actively try to avoid. They looked miserably guilty, something you currently want them to feel.

“You know what, I’m done. Don’t bother chasing after me to explain. I can just ask Allison.” And with that bitter statement, you left the two stunned boys standing frozen on the front porch.

Both of you are quietly reading through the materials and highlighting the key points. You silently thank Stiles for not trying to initiate another awkward conversation, which probably is caused by your previous intimidation.

Luckily, time seems to fly as the bell rings, indicating the end of the class. Not wanting to spend another second in this hellhole, you immediately left the class.

Following that incident, Stiles and Scott tried to reach you for days. Your phone would constantly light up once every few hours with either Scott’s or Stiles’ name lighting up the lockscreen.

After a week or so, the calls eventually came to a halt. You were relieved the ongoing calls that you have convinced yourself were bothering you stopped. But deep down all those denials, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed that they gave up on you so effortlessly.

At the same time, you couldn’t blame them either. You were pretty ruthless.

Things never went back to normal. You avoided them at all cost, stop sitting at their table, vowing to never speak to them ever again.

You knew that keeping grudges would eventually hurt you more than it should but you were headstrong.

They did not trust you. They lied to you. They have made their bed and now you’re just simply letting them sleep on it.

However, this didn’t stop you from being attentive towards them. From time to time, you tried to keep tabs on them by checking in with Allison. But that was until she passed away.

The news left you completely devastated and heartbroken. Even though you were not on good terms with Scott and Stiles, you were still close with Allison.

She was your best friend. She patiently supported you through the heartache of losing your two best friends, she taught you how to stand strong independently, she gave you hope on the brighter days that had yet to come, but most importantly, she trusted you when Scott and Stiles didn’t.

You were also aware of the whole void situation, which pained you more than you thought it would. The thought of the vibrant, eccentric Stiles going through unspeakable agony and remorse wrecked you.

During Allison’s funeral, you decided that letting your distant facade down just for a day to console the pack won’t kill you.

Approaching them after the reception, a surprised look was painted on each of their faces, especially Scott and Stiles. You gave your condolences to everyone and hugged Stiles and Scott, something you haven’t done in ages. Their bodies stiffen from your unexpected action, but soon they melt into the hug and cling onto you tightly, finally accepting that you were really embracing them.

After pulling apart, you excused Scott to give you and Stiles a moment alone.

“Stiles, I know you’re thinking that this is your fault but listen to me, it is not. You were not in control. You were not you. You did not do this.”

Upon hearing comforting words from his long-lost friend, he let out an excruciating sob. Instinctively, you pulled him into your embrace once again as he squeezed you tighter.

You might not be able to forgive him yet but at least you could be there with him through this disastrous nightmare.

The whole day, you try to steer clear of Stiles or the pack. You know he’s trying to get a hold of you, probably wanting to discuss the unfinished project; but we don’t need to add more to the plate, don’t we?

Once school ended, you quickly rush home. From a distance, you can hear Stiles call out your name. But being the excellent evader you claim to be, you ignore them.

Just as you think the day can’t get any worse, the doorbell in your house chimes, indicating a guest present on your doorsteps. You sigh, knowing who is standing behind that door and this time you can’t dodge it.

So much for being an excellent evader.

“What?” you ask, getting straight to the point.

“We haven’t finished our project. I want to help you do the mind map.” He stares at you innocently, fumbling with his hands.

After all these years and he still got those puppy eyes.

“It’s fine, I can do it myself.” You try closing the door but he beats you to it.

“Come on, Y/N. I don’t want you ratting me out to Coach for forced labor, so please just let me in and we’ll work on it together,” he whines, hand still holding the door open.

Even after everything, you still can’t bring yourself to decline him. You have always had a soft spot for Stiles, which you are planning to terminate because it is starting to be troublesome.

“Fine,” you grunt in defeat.

A favorable grin is plastered on his face as he steps into your house.

Things seemed to change after Allison’s death. You noticed fresh faces joining the pack while familiar ones went away.

But out of the several new members, one had caught your eye the most. Her name’s Malia if you’re not mistaken; a snarky brunette, who’s built like a model too by the way.

From what you could tell from the persistent PDA, she was dating Stiles. Yeah, you weren’t exactly in a position to have a say on it, but you were getting real sketchy vibes from her, or so you thought.

“Stiles, you’re still coming over right?” you heard Malia speak to your ex-best friend as you opened your locker across from them.

“Yeah, definitely. I’ll teach you maths too since you’re so bad at it.” You tried not to overhear their conversation but you just couldn’t help it.

“Thanks. You’re the best!” she cried out as she treaded away from Stiles, a pang striking your chest.

Maybe, you’re just slightly jealous.

Okay, slightly was an understatement.

It seemed like you’re still unable to completely erase your suppressed attraction towards him, even when clearly he had.

To minimize any sort of unnecessary interaction, you try to fully put your focus on the project—which works. For the past 15 minutes, the two of you are settled in your living room in silence, minding your own business.

At least until Stiles decides to be clumsy and drop his plastic cup, water spilling all over the floor. You roll your eyes and grab a cloth from the kitchen to clean up the mess.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” he curses under his breath as you are drying up the floor.

“It’s fine.”

No actually, it’s not. This situation right here is not fine. You’ve had the shittiest day at school and to make it even worse, Stiles decides to show up uninvitedly at your house which is supposedly your only stress-free zone.

“I’ll help you clean it up.” He squats down, trying to get the cloth from your grip.

“No, you don’t have to.” You don’t want him to cause any more inconvenience, even though you know very well he doesn’t mean it.

“I want to help Y/N, I-“

“What, Stiles? You want to help? Then please for the love of God, leave me alone!” You stand up and snap at him, a bit too loudly. You feel bad for being too hard on him when he’s only trying to help, but you’re unable to extinguish your growing anger.

He straightens up, his once warm face turn into an enraged frown.

“Is this still about what happened back then? Fuck, Y/N. I’ve said sorry, Scott has, thousands of times. But you still don’t want to forgive us. So tell me now Y/N, what should I do, huh?”

The sudden increase in his volume catch you by surprise. He has always been so radiant and carefree, you have never seen him this mad. But despite that, the rage inside of you still does not subdue.

You let out a humorless chuckle.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Stiles. You think that I get to choose not to forgive you, that I’m the evil one and maybe I am at some point. But don’t you dare pull the victim card here.”

Your sight becomes blurry as your eyes start to sting from all the overwhelming emotions but you can care less.

“You lied to me. You left me alone, confused, scared, even after knowing very well how my mom lied to me about my father abandoning me. You know how much I relied on you and Scott, but you still broke my trust. You hurt me. And you think a bunch of “sorry”s will immediately fix that? It’s not that simple, Stiles.”

You’re not screaming as loud as you did before. The tone of your voice softens as a new emotion takes control over your body—pain.

Frustrated, Stiles rummages through his hair while letting out a scoff.

“But it’s not just a bunch of “sorry”s isn’t it? We kept on calling you after that day. We tried approaching you at school. Fuck, I even tried to be nice to you earlier today. But guess what I got in return? Another silent treatment. Why can’t you just fucking move on already? You’re being too overdramatic. No wonder your mom lied to you.”

Bang. His words hit you like a bullet, piercing right through your heart.

Your once agape mouth closes shut, your furrowed eyebrows straighten. Stiles has crossed the line this time.

“Get out,” you spat, emotionless.

“Y/N, I didn’t mean to-“

“I SAID GET OUT, STILES,” you yell at the top of your lungs, frightening him. With horror painted all over his face, he immediately picks up his bag and exits your house, too frightened to say anything else.

As the door shuts, more tears start to flow down your cheeks. You are exhausted. Today’s fiascos have drained every ounce of energy you have left, leaving you like a corpse.

After getting your lifeless, sickly self to shower, you directly plop into your bed, curling yourself in the soft quilt of your blanket. Needing an escape from this dreadful reality, you flutter your eyes shut, instantaneously falling asleep.

You wake up to your accustomed alarm, growling at the blaring sound you set. Finally having enough will to get out of bed, you head to your bathroom.

Turning on the lights, your reflection in the mirror stares back at you.

Gosh, you look dead.

Your skin is as pale as a sheet, your eyes are puffy with prominent dark circles forming under them, your hair is messy and icky. You feel disgustingly terrible.

Dabbing a whole lot of concealer on your skin, you get ready for school; deciding to put whatever catastrophe that had happened yesterday behind you.

Fortunately, you only have one class with Stiles for the day. The day goes by pretty fast and to your delight, pretty decent too, probably because you spend a few periods in the infirmary.

But again, the universe seems to find so much pleasure in inflicting pain on you.

Midway through the class, a sharp sting strikes your head. Interrupting Mr. Yukimura, you excuse yourself to leave the class.

As you reach the empty halls, you feel an eerie sensation creeping all over your body. Alarmed for some reason you don’t know, you scan the halls hastily. You can see nothing, but you do hear something. A bug-like, rattling noise gradually fills your ears, followed by a raspy, unearthly wheeze.

What the fuck is happening?

You’re shivering, cold sweats covering your body. Not being able to stand the unknown terrors, you abruptly sprint to the vacant locker room.

Bad idea. Should’ve picked a more crowded room.

Securing yourself in a room alone definitely does not make you feel any safer. The rattling has stopped but the ominous feeling only grew more prominent.

You are about to escape before sudden nausea hits you. Before you knew it, your knees drop to the floor, your throat retching, vomiting a slimy, ink-like substance.

Now you are horrified.

The door to the locker room flies open, showing two familiar figures. Their eyes find your unusually glowing whiskey-colored ones.

“Fuck, she’s one of them,” Stiles spoke, eyes fixated only on you.

Scott rushes over to you as Stiles stands still, trying to let the sight in front of him sink in. While bracing your fragile body to a steady sitting position, Scott checks in on you with a few “are you okay?”s to which you shake your head.

“What is happening to me, Scott?” you question, panic in your eyes.

After hearing a very complicated and detailed explanation about chimeras and the dread doctors, you are left speechless in front of all the members of the pack who came running right away at the bad news a while ago when you were still seated frozen in a shocked haze.

“Okay so, let me summarize everything,” you mutter so softly to the point it sounds like a whisper while standing up, Stiles hands instinctively finding your body to support you.

“I am a chimera, which is a scientifically-made supernatural creature. The dread doctors, the psychos who are behind this, are going to take me away,” you enunciate to the pack—more like to yourself—to prove your understanding of the matter in which Scott nods in return.

He then tries to come up with a plan to save you from being taken, but you’re not really listening.

Even though you look composed, you are actually on edge, occasionally convincing yourself that everything is under control.

From the very little you heard, basically, they plan on keeping you here in the locker room for the rest of the day—something to do with the telluric currents.

After the plan is finalized, everyone departs for their appointed roles, leaving only one person behind to watch over you.

Out of everyone in the pack, why him?

“I have a spare shirt in my locker, do you maybe want to change into them?” Stiles pointed to your now stained white T-shirt.

You are about to refuse the boy’s offer but looking at the matching black splatter on your shirt and the floor makes you feel queasy, so you comply.

“Okay, we’ll go to the boy’s locker room and leave this mess here.”

“We should clean it-“

“No, you’re not in the state to do any work. I’ll ask someone to clean it up later.” He grabs your arm and leads you out the door to the boy’s locker room, which is no different than the girl’s, pretty disappointing.

Stiles rummages his locker for a second before handing his grey shirt to you.

You stare at him, waiting for him to give you some privacy to change your clothes. But it seems like he isn’t getting the memo.

“What?” he blurts so blatantly as you sigh in return.

Oh God has he always been this slow?

“Are you planning on cheating on Malia? Because I’m about to change here and unless you’re blind, you’re going to have to see me pretty much naked.” His jaw drops at your snarky remark. His face growing warmer as it’s tinted with a crimson color.

“O-Oh yeah, of course. I’m no longer dating Malia though but uhh that’s not important. I’ll turn around- Or do you want me to leave the room? I can do that.” He fidgeted, totally taken aback and flustered.

“Don’t leave me alone, please. Just turn around.”

Both of you are astonished by your statement. But it’s the truth. Alone, you were petrified. At least being with Stiles makes you feel a little more secure.

Just a day ago you were shouting for him to leave, but now you practically begged him to stay. How ironic.

After you have changed into his cozy oversized shirt which for the record smells like his aftershave that you liked, you keep away your dirty shirt, sit on the bench beside him, and thank him.

Once again, silence befalls the both of you. The air between you two today has somehow shifted from yesterday. It’s still thick and tensed, but not full of rage and resentment.

“I’m sorry about yesterday,” he mutters after a while with his head low.

“Stiles-“

“No, I have to say it. You were right. I was so stupid. I should have never blamed you for not being able to trust me. I’ve hurt you, Y/N, and I deserve this.” His regretful honey eyes are fixed deeply into yours.

Despite the guilt building up inside your body, you do not reply to him straight away. You need time to process this.

Are you still mad at him? Yes. But do you feel bad for being mean towards him? Also yes.

As you are contemplating, the door to the locker room swings open, revealing Scott and the others.

Liam is clutching a large navy duffel bag in his hand, its contents still a mystery to you. Lydia and a man who you aren’t familiar with are carrying a bunch of radio transmitters. Malia is holding a steel bat, which later on is passed over to Stiles.

Once they are all inside, they start to get busy. Lydia, Stiles, and the guy—Parrish, according to what you heard the pack calls him—go around the room, placing the equipment all over it. Malia and Liam are near the door, pushing the shelves to cover all the exits except the main one. And Scott is hovering over the duffel bag which was placed earlier on the bench across you.

He slowly zips the bag open, inspecting it. Being your inquisitive self, you lift your head up to get a better view. But before you get a sight of anything, Scott zips it back close and takes it with him.

After everyone’s done with their designated tasks, they all gather to form a small circle, yourself included.

“Okay, Lydia and Parrish, you two stay in the car outside. Malia and Liam, stand by in the halls. Me, Stiles, and Y/N will stay here. Got it?” Scott instructs clearly to which everybody nods and proceed to their assigned areas.

All of them seem so prepared as if they are properly equipped for battle, except you.

Minutes have passed as there is no sign of the dread doctors. You are sitting quietly on the bench, fumbling with your fingers as Stiles and Scott pace around the room.

Your eyes darted from the two mobile boys to the duffel bag resting on the bench in front of you. Now, you’re curious.

When Scott isn’t looking, you swiftly slide to the opposite bench and zip the bag open, uncovering a bunch of weighty chains.

“What are these for?” Your voice echoes through the noiseless room, earning glances from them both.

“I brought them, just in case.” Scott moves closer to where you are.

“In case of what?” You don’t quite understand what he is implying.

“In case we have a chance to catch one of them,” Scott answered composedly.

“What?” Stiles snaps from behind Scott.

“If we can’t make the school a fortress, maybe we can make it a trap.” Scott’s attempt to explain to the two of you only receives a scoff of disbelief from Stiles.

“And you’re making her the bait?” he questions sharply.

“That’s not what I said-“

“Yeah, right.” Stiles rolls his eyes as Scott glances over to you, an apologetic look plastered on his face.

You don’t know what to feel about this situation. Yes, you are hurt that Scott possibly considered you as bait. But rationally, he does have a point. At the same time, you are also impressed at Stiles' initiative to immediately defend you.

“Wait a minute, I hear something. I’ll go out and check it. You two stay here.” Before any of you can protest, Scott fleets out of the room.

And then there’s two. Awkward silence once again engulfs the two of you. But this time, you’re the one who breaks it.

“Thank you, for defending me,” you utter gently as he sat beside you.

“Of course, Y/N. Always. I will always protect you.” He grasps your hands into his, giving you a reassuring smile, relieved that you finally drop your cold exterior.

The long-awaited moment of truce you two are sharing is sadly interrupted by the familiar rattling noise that unexpectedly appeared, causing you to stand up, followed by Stiles.

“Stiles, I hear them,” you quiver, fear rushing through your body.

“Me too. Hey, Scott?” He forms a half-circle using his palms, cupping them around this mouth. He continues to call out his best friend’s name a few more times before he retreats.

“Where the fuck is he?” Exasperated and worried, he restlessly gazes around the room.

“They’re coming, Stiles.” Feeling hopeless and discouraged, you put your hand on his shoulder, trying to calm his agitated body. You have accepted your fate. They’re taking you away.

“No, I’m not letting them take you.” His hands caress the sides of your arms, tears forming in his eyes.

“They will.” Your palms cup his face, thumb wiping away the warm teardrops streaming down his cheeks.

Mirroring your actions, he also cups your cheeks, staring at the little details of your face, memorizing them like it’s the last time he’ll get to be close to you.

Then he tilts his head and leans closer, shutting the distance between your lips. Fluttering your previously widened eyes shut, your lips passionately brushed along his plump ones as your hands fall from his cheeks to his chest, heart pounding loudly, warmth radiating throughout your body.

Just as he initiated it, he pulls away, honey eyes never leaving yours.

“I will find you, okay?” You nod as shadows appear behind Stiles’ figure.

The dread doctors.

He also sensed their presence as he immediately snatches his bat from the bench. He commands you to stay behind him which you obey.

Cowering behind Stiles’ figure, they have the two of you cornered and helpless. He tightens his grip and aggressively swings his bat at one of them but to no avail. Inching closer, they shove him away, grabbing a hold of both your arms.

You’re hysterically crying out for help, vigorously attempting to break free. Forcefully holding you still, they jab a sharp needle to the side of your neck as your limp body dropped to the ground. Your vision turns dark, the last thing you see is Stiles’ unconscious body lying in front of you.

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[crazylittlejester]

for a prompt

idk just warriors having pent up stress, the others are teasing him and stuff and he’s having a SHIT TIME and just goes OFF on all of them, and is like “bro shit I’m gonna cry” and he just runs off and has a mental breakdown somewhere (the others give boy plenty of hugs)

this is such a good prompt and i honestly might write another thing with it later. I had this idea half written in my drafts from MONTHS ago, and i’m sorry if its a bit odd or choppy I finished it in the waiting room of an urgent care lmao (the ao3 authors curse came for me) 🕺🕺🕺 BUT HERE YOU GO!! (542 words):

It had been a long couple days for all of them. Emotions were running high, stress was through the roof, but since Twilight’s miraculous recovery, things had been slowly calming down and going back to normal. After having stayed up all of the previous night, Time allowed Warriors to convince him to sleep for a few hours in the morning. The captain had promised to keep an eye on everyone, and with Twilight safely out of the danger zone, Time felt he could finally allow himself to rest. Besides, if anything happened, his brother would come wake him up.

After his short nap, the group had gone into the woods to test Twilight’s strength. He was doing well considering the severity of the wound, but the rancher was a bit disappointed in his lack of strength. Despite everything, everyone was doing well. This was the happiest he’d seen them all in months. Well, everyone except Warriors.

Time felt bad that he hadn’t noticed exactly when the captain had started acting weirdly, but over time they spent at the inn, it was becoming more and more apparent that something was wrong. He was snappier than usual, telling the others off for joking around when normally he would’ve been messing around right there with them, and standing much more rigidly. Gone was his relaxed posture, replaced by the clear physical signs of stress.

Legend and Hyrule teasing Sky for his bad stamina seemed to be the final straw.

“Stop it,” Warriors mumbled, shaking his head violently. Time looked to him in concern.

“Well maybe if you could run just a little bit faster,” Legend jabbed, teasing tone in his voice.

Sky opened his mouth to retort back, but the sound of Warriors’s knees hitting the floor cut him off. Time’s head snapped in the captain’s direction to find him curled in on himself, shaking with his hands over his ears. His head was tucked into his chest, only a few inches away from resting on the floor. Sky and Legend had gone completely silent, the only sound in the room was the captain’s ragged breathing.

“I can’t fucking do it anymore,” he wheezed, and Time carefully knelt down at his brother’s head.

“Hey, hey what’s wrong?” He asked softly, gesturing for the others to back up a little.

“I don’t even know,” Warriors cried, sitting up and looking at Time with wide eyes full of tears. “I don’t… I’ve been awake for too many hours and I… I’m just…?”

“Stressed?” Time suggested, and the captain just nodded, his legs sliding out from under him. He held out his arms and to his surprise, Warriors leaned up against him.

Twilight quickly joined them, wrapping his arms around both Warriors and Time, pressing his chest to the captain’s back. Everyone else quickly followed in as well, surrounding Wars in the middle of a hug pile.

“You deserve a nice long nap,” Wind told him from where he’d somehow squeezed himself right up next to Warriors. “You’ve done a lot for us, you can sleep now.”

“Yeah,” Wild nodded from the back of the group. “Stop worrying about all of us and take care of yourself.”

“We love you,” Sky told him from somewhere in the middle.

#the fanfiction authors curse has bitten me in the ass #but i will continue to whump wars #don’t yall even worry about that #im no quitter #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu warriors #lu wars #jes talks #jes ask #jes fic

[londonknights]

Hi! My friend and I are getting into hockey and we’re kind of wondering what the vibe on Max Domi is?? I’m kind of seeing mixed messages about him so we were wondering why you like him so we can figure out what his deal is and if we should try to pay attention to him more on the leafs. Thanks!

hi anon!! just wanna say before i get going that i’m in love with this ask and you by extension for asking, and i’m sorry this took me so long!

now on to the propaganda (this is long i’m not sorry)

i’m obligated to preface this by saying i’m hugely biased as a Leafs fan who grew up in Southern Ontario. my dad has always been a pretty big Tie Domi fan, so liking Max just seemed like a natural continuation of that.

baby Max with Mats Sundin, then-captain of the Leafs. he’s just a little guy,,

born March 2nd, 1995, in Winnipeg, Manitoba, one month before Tie was traded (back) to the Leafs, Max spent his childhood in Mississauga, Ontario, roughly half an hour west of Toronto. at the age of 12, following some health complications at a hockey tournament in Detroit, blood work revealed that Max had type 1 diabetes and celiac disease. 

not the end of the world, clearly, but a pretty significant shock for a kid with aspirations of greatness. of course, he was able to manage it, with time, and when i finally read his book i’ll tell y’all more about it i promise.

these pictures make me emotional,, a couple of Domis, a couple of decades apart,,, except Max looks about 200% cuntier

anyway

scored a hatty in his OHL debut (slay). won consecutive OHL championships with the London Knights in 2012 and 2013 (double slay). selected 12th overall by the Phoenix (now Arizona) Coyotes, and signed a three year ELC (!). won gold with Team Canada at the 2015 WJC, and was named the tournament’s best forward (huge W). traded to the Montréal Canadiens in 2018, to the Columbus Blue Jackets in 2020, to the Carolina Hurricanes (via the Florida Panthers) at the trade deadline of March 31st 2022, to the Chicago Blackhawks in July of 2022, to the Dallas Stars in March 2023, and finally signed as a free agent to our beloved Toronto Maple Leafs on July 2nd 2023. he’s been on seven different NHL teams since he was drafted. 

sadly, as i’ve only been a hockey fan for one calendar year, i cannot provide much insight into his time with NHL teams other than the Leafs. i have ordered and am waiting for his book to come in so i can better rotate him in my mind, but i encourage anyone who knows more about his other teams’ lore to add to this post or send me what you know, so i can share it with the world. (pls i wanna know everything about him ever)

what i can say is that him and Mitch Marner were teammates on the London Knights for two seasons, (13-14 and 14-15), the second of which saw Max as captain and Mitch as an alternate captain. the season after, Mitch was named captain in Max’s stead. seeing them back together on the Leafs brings joy to my little London Knights heart.

now back to him as a Leaf. 

the current Leafs points leaders, as of December 30th, are as follows:

William Nylander - 48P (17G 31A)

Auston Matthews - 44P (29G 15A)

Mitch Marner - 38P (14G 24A)

John Tavares - 31P (11G 20A)

Morgan Rielly - 27P (4G 23A) 

Max Domi - 21P (3G 18A)

the first five of these are pretty much to be expected, but there’s my close good friend Max Domi right there too :) he’s doing his part, and even if he’s not the biggest scorer, assists are just as important and valuable :) if i have to kill y’all with positivity for this i will :) i love him dearly :)

also, he currently sits at 389 career points, and he’s nowhere near done, while Tie Domi earned 245 points in his entire career of 1020 games. nobody can say shit to me about him not living up to his dad’s legacy (Note: Tie also sits at third in NHL history for penalty minutes with 3515, but that’s a stat nobody will ever surpass. ever. the current PIM leader in the NHL is Corey Perry, and he only has 1392.)

and now i’m not about to sit here and pretend i know how to quantify the skills of an NHL player, let alone describe them in great detail. i do not. however, what i do know is that i love watching him play and make plays. in my eyes, he is a good player, and this is the Max Domi Propaganda Blog so if you want something less biased i can’t help you, sorry :’)

this love began in a preseason game against the Habs, on Oct 2nd. his first game as a Leaf in Toronto, he scores a tip-in against his former team, and he shrugs it off like NBD. for those of you who were following me at the time, you know i was not normal about it then and i am not normal about it now. i think about that celly every goddamn day. 

much to my great sorrow, they Leafed this game up and lost in OT 5-4. but either way, this was the moment that definitively kicked off the Rick eastoncowan Domishka era. 

and the only time Max ever seems to get a scoring chance, it’s either on a breakaway or from a spot that would have been absolutely NASTY if it went in. my mans only wants sexy goals, which is a stance i respect immensely. 

his first regular season goal… didn’t give him any points. it was beautiful, and a game winner, but since it happened in a shootout, it didn’t count towards his points totals. personally, i think this is bullshit, but now is neither the time nor the place for me to get into my issues with some of the NHL’s rules. (Nov 10, 2023, Flames @ Leafs)

Domishka bardownski SO winner,,, you were so beautiful and so unappreciated but i will never forget you </3

now.

Max’s first real goal as a Leaf.

for those of you who followed me at the time, you may recall this post:

a post that the Hockey Gods took to heart

and obviously i followed through. what do you think i am, some kind of quitter?

and, again, unfortunately, we Leafed that one up, too. we lost it in OT again, so still no Domi belt pic for Rick :(

now i’m not going to go back and gif all 18 of his assists, because i don’t think y’all care quite that much about Visual Proof of all of them. for your convenience, though, i did go back and track down whose goals he had assisted on, and the results aren’t super surprising IMO

Calle Järnkrok, Nick Robertson (assisted on 5 each)

Matthew Knies (assisted on 4)

William Nylander, Morgan Rielly, Mitch Marner, Timothy Liljegren (assisted on 1 each)

anyway, now for what is quite possibly my favourite game that i didn’t actually get to watch live.

December 16, 2023, Penguins @ Leafs, a decisive 7-0 victory.

it was also a 3 point night for Max, two of which helped to complete Matthew Knies’ Gordie Howe hat trick, the first since Daniel Winnik in 2015. but a goal and an assist are only two parts of it, the third being a fight. a fight which Knies initiated against John Ludvig after he knocked out yet another of Max’s front teeth with his stick. a fight which was Knies’ first ever. i’m still mad i didn’t see this happen live, but i’ve rewatched the game in its entirety twice, and the highlights too many times to count. this game sparked my undying love for the 23-11-16 line, which is a line i still pray keefe will bring back.

and so, we have a goal and a fight, and we have an assist to finish off the hat trick, and none of it would have happened without Max :)

and speaking of fights, Max has had a couple of em himself in his time as a Leaf so far. granted, if you ask hockeyfights dot com, he didn’t win either of them, but that’s not what matters. what matters is that he looked beautiful doing it, whether it was against Ian Cole (VAN) or Sam Bennett (FLA), especially with the fun added bonus of him flexing his full head of hair at Bennett’s bald dome. as an aside, i fucking hate Sam Bennett, so Max trying to fight him was… well it made me feel things. all i’m gonna say.

max’s third goal was also gorgeous. stunning. amazing. another beautiful bardown, the sound of which lives on in my dreams.

this is getting far longer than it really needs to be, so i’ll take a step back and give you my true, honest thoughts.

Max Domi has been a very helpful player for the Leafs since he got here. he obviously has the drive to play here and to play well here, and 21 points is nothing to be ashamed of. you know who else has 21 points as of me writing this? Alex Ovechkin. and now i’m not saying they are players of the same caliber, but Max is 6th on the Leafs in points, and Ovi is tied for first on the Caps. 21 points is still 21 points, no matter where in the standings someone is. Max was born to be a Leaf, and nothing makes me happier than to see him here and thriving on the team he’s loved since he was a kid. he takes shots, blocks shots, defends his boys and is defended right back in turn. 

and i would not be Rick eastoncowan if i didn’t mention that i think he is hot. like stupid hot. especially without his teeth. fuck, the heart wants what the heart wants, and damn if my heart doesn’t want this tiny toothless idiot. 

#ask #anonymous #toronto maple leafs #max domi #rick's gifs #domi primer #this took me far too long #but finally it is here #the 1600+ word max domi primer #heavily biased because this is my writing #and y'all have to expect that from me at this point #anyway please enjoy #i made gifs special #this was made with so much love

[cherryxblossxms]

Pay Attention

Sukuna x reader

: ̗̀➛ A/N: It’s about time I write something for the curse king. He’d be such a bully all the time, can’t get anything done when he’s in the mood to torture you, and I’d fall victim to it every time. This has been sitting in my drafts for a few months now, glad I got to finish it

: ̗̀➛ Warnings: fem afab reader, boyfriend!Sukuna, dubcon?? (reader is into it but no explicit consent given/dubiously given), fingering, pussy and ass spanking, edging, teensy bit of monsterfucking (extra mouth on Sukuna’s hand), oral (f and m receiving), face-fucking, pet names (princess, darling), slight degradation, Sukuna is just a straight up bully :(

: ̗̀➛ Word count: 2674

You’d put on your favorite movie. You were so excited when you saw it was airing on TV and begged your boyfriend Sukuna to cuddle with you and watch it together. Of course, he’d grimaced, he was never the movie-watching type and the movie you’d wanted to watch wasn’t as gorey and full of action as he normally liked. But he’d finally relented after a little begging, and although you should have been suspicious how easy it was to get him to accept, you were too happy to get the okay and were quick to get snacks and drinks together before settling down on the sofa.

You should have known better.

It was only about a half hour into the movie, and Sukuna already had you lying face down across his lap, your clothing still on but the crotch of both your shorts and panties tugged to the side to give him access to your slit. For now, he was rubbing slow, leisurely circles onto your clit with the pads of a few calloused fingers.

It wasn't exactly your idea, but watching anything with Sukuna was always an adventure. He had feigned interest at the start, giving you a little hope, but they were dashed before long, his long fingers creeping up onto your upper thigh, squeezing you gently as he started to nip and nuzzle at your shoulder and neck. You were always weak to the feel of his lips and the magic of his fingers, and now as he teased your body in the way only he could, this was no exception.

Sukuna loved nothing more than to take his time riling you up, and you did your best to pay attention to the movie instead. But just as you were finally letting the pleasure become background stimulation, Sukuna lifted his hand and lightly spanked your ass cheek, pulling a surprised yelp from you.

“Don’t lose focus, princess, I’m still here.”

You couldn’t help but look back at him with a glare and a pout. “You’re so unfair, I just wanted to watch my movie. Can’t this wait til afterwards?”

Sukuna only scoffed, and both his hands moved to tug the crotch of your shorts over and spread your lower lips open, making no attempt to hide his blatant stare at your core. “Where’s the fun in that? Besides, you say that like your pussy isn’t drooling for me right now.” You knew he was right, feeling the cool air against your wet center, and you could feel your face burning even as his words only further turned you on.

You couldn’t help but gasp as he slid a finger into you without warning and immediately crooked it, making you twitch at the stimulation. He pumped his finger in and out for a moment before pulling out, taking a lick before bringing it up to your mouth next.

“Suck.”

His commanding tone always sent a tingle down your spine, and you complied, licking at his finger before wrapping your lips around it, tasting your own essence on him. You swirled your tongue around the digit suggestively and Sukuna grunted above you at your teasing. You could feel his hard cock twitching beneath your hip, and couldn’t help but think about wrapping your lips around that instead. But Sukuna was frustratingly good at keeping his composure, and he would let you know when he was ready to fuck your mouth.

He inserted a second finger into your mouth, then a third, and once they were sufficiently wet, he brought his fingers back down to your core and eased in two this time. You moaned softly, and your eyes couldn’t help but flutter closed in pleasure as he started pumping his fingers in and out again. Meanwhile, he used the thumb of his other hand to start rubbing at your clit again, and you squirmed slightly, feeling your climax already start to climb to the surface.

You gave in to the pleasure, the movie and everything else forgotten about as you focused on the feel of his thick fingers rubbing at your walls. But just as you started to feel your climax crest, he withdrew both hands. Before you could complain about the loss of stimulation, his hand came down to spank your pussy, making you cry out and whip your head around to look at him.

“What, you thought I was just going to let you cum?” Sukuna asked, a feral smirk on his face. “I don’t think so, princess. You gotta beg for it.”

Whenever he was in a mood like this, you felt like a prey in the jaws of a predator, yet you couldn’t help the way your body called for him, your pussy twitching and aching for his touch again, his fingers, his tongue, preferably his cock. Still, he drove you nuts when he played with you like this, and you weren’t willing to fold just yet. Besides, the sex was often more fulfilling if you made him chase what he wanted for a little while. And although he'd never admit it, it got Sukuna's blood pumping when you defied him, too.

“You’re such an ass,” you said, glaring at him for a moment before turning back to your movie, blatantly ignoring him. You heard him grunt again, and braced yourself for the inevitable punishment.

His hands gripped the sides of your shorts and panties and yanked them down your thighs to your knees, and his hand came down on your bare asscheek a couple times. He barely gave you time to recover before he inserted a couple fingers into your soaked pussy. You cried out at the sudden intrusion, and clung to the couch as Sukuna quickly pumped his fingers into you. He was no longer going for the slow and teasing route, and instead went for quick and dirty.

You could feel your pleasure quickly climbing again after the last denial. Your walls fluttered around Sukuna's fingers and, combined with the increasing volume of your moans and the wet squelching as his fingers pumped in and out of you, it told him exactly how close you were. Just as you began to reach the precipice, however, he stopped and withdrew his fingers again, leaving you to pant and whine at the lost pleasure. His hand came down to slap your pussy again, catching your sensitive clit, and you jolted against him, crying out softly.

"I can do this all night, baby. You're not cumming until you've begged for it." You could feel your hole contract around nothing at his words, eager to finally reach climax after all the edging. You knew his threat had merit, too. Sukuna had ridiculous stamina, and when he put his mind toward something, he wouldn't let up until he got what he wanted. Combine the two and you just knew he'd have no trouble edging you until dawn if he felt like it. But you weren’t willing to give in completely just yet.

"Sukuna, please…"

Sukuna only clicked his tongue, going back to rubbing your pussy with one hand. As he slid a finger back into you, he opened a mouth on the palm of his hand and a tongue darted out to lap at your clit. He watched a shiver make its way through your body at the sensation, a soft whimper escaping your lips, but you remained otherwise silent.

His cock twitched beneath you like crazy, aching to be inside you, but he wanted the sweet satisfaction of your bending to his will first. Something about you giving in, submitting to the pleasure only he can give you, feeds his ego immensely. Still, the smell of your arousal was driving him nuts and it was taking everything in him not to mount you right there. Of course it was just his luck to pick the most stubborn human possible.

“You know the words I want to hear, princess.” He could see your hips squirm as the tongue on his palm started to circle your clit.

“I’m not saying them,” you only grumbled, doing your best to ignore him in favor of the movie.

Sukuna growled beside you, gripping your asscheek with one hand, claws slightly digging into your flesh. His other hand came up to suddenly grip your hair, pulling your head back and making you tear your eyes away from the screen to look back at him. The cold look he gave you sent chills down your spine, but you also couldn’t ignore the sudden thumping in your cunt.

“Say the words.”

A moment of silence as you thought over your options, keeping eye contact with him. You swallowed, as best you could in the uncomfortable position he’d put you in. Finally…

“Make me.”

Something in Sukuna snapped then, and he ripped your shorts and panties off with a snarl, shredding the fabric with ease. You couldn’t help the loud yelp that left your mouth, but it was short lived as he pulled his legs out from under you, flipped you onto your back, and straddled your body backwards. Your mind was still trying to comprehend what had happened as you just barely noticed the sensation of his hot breath between your legs.

He roughly shoved down his pants and suddenly his cock hung above your face, an angry red color and pre-cum dripping from the head. Your mouth ached to taste him but knew you’d already pushed your luck. Your best option at this point was simply waiting for his order.

“Fine, I’ll make you say the words and then some. But you’re going to put your mouth to use first, or you’re not getting anything,” he said, the energy of a wild beast emanating from him. A hand reached down and he lowered his hips until the tip of his cock brushed against your lips.

Your tongue darted out of your mouth, licking the bead of pre-cum and tasting the musk and saltiness from him, before obeying and opening your lips further. You stretched your neck a bit to take him into your mouth, and upon him feeling you accept him, he sank a bit more of his length into you until he started to feel your throat. He gave you a moment, feeling you adjust yourself a little to get more comfortable, relieved to finally get some attention to his cock.

“Now get sucking, princess,” he ordered. Of course, you could only hum in acknowledgement with your mouth full, but once you did, he could feel your head bob on him as you tried to service him.

Now that you’d finally given in, he focused on your hot core beneath him. He could see your essence smeared across your lips and the inside of your upper thighs, evidence of how much this had all turned you on. He leaned forward and lapped once at your precious pearl, watching your hole clench in response, before attaching his lips and sucking lightly, enjoying the way your squirmed in response.

The angle made it difficult, but he swirled his tongue around your sensitive clit, and switched between sucking and licking. He could feel your muffled moans and whimpers around his cock, adding to his own pleasure, and he continued for a moment before slowly sliding a finger inside of you again. He eased in a second finger, then a third, working at a steady pace and loving the tight squeeze of your cunt. The hand on his palm opened again, and this time, he let the other tongue work on your clit.

He could instantly feel your cunt constrict, and your thighs squeezed together, perhaps in an attempt to lessen the stimulation. But your strength was no match for Sukuna’s, and he continued his onslaught until he felt the tell-tale signs of your impending orgasm again. He slowed his fingers and the tongue until he knew this amount of stimulation wouldn’t be enough to get you to cum and turned his head to look back at you.

You were still working hard, eyes squeezed tight as you tried to focus on delivering him pleasure back, and it was working. He could feel his own climax creeping up on him, and he wanted nothing more than to let it win and to cum down your throat. But not before you learned your lesson.

He suddenly sped up the pace of his fingers, and you jolted at the change.

“Feels like you’re gonna cum, princess, but you still haven’t said the magic words,” he said, taunting you.

You stopped sucking on him and pulled back in an attempt to retort, or maybe give in and say the words he was looking for, he couldn’t be sure, as the very moment you opened your mouth, he thrust forward, immediately making you gag around him at the sudden intrusion. He waited a moment for you to recover before withdrawing his fingers from your pussy and spanking it. Your hips jumped up in response, making him chuckle, knowing your orgasm was denied once again.

“Sorry, princess, what was that? I think you have something in your mouth,” he said, wishing he could see your face clearly right now. He could bet money that your eyes were rolling in your head at what he said, and part of him desperately wanted to see it.

Your reactions and rebellious nature always entertained him and today was no different. He loved to push you until you broke, loving the way you folded and let the beast have his way. But he also knew you enjoyed this, a dangerous game between you two, as you constantly taunted him and talked back like you did today. Your defiance just further edged him on, and he knew he could never let you go now.

This was just about the last of his rational thoughts as he unleashed the final bit of his restraint and let the beast within fully take over, eager to get this over with. He started to work his hips now, taking over your efforts and fucking your mouth. He knew it was a struggle for you to take him on your own terms, and he could feel the way your throat provided resistance against him. You two had long since developed non-verbal signals to warn or stop what he was doing when he let himself go wild, but as he continued, you showed no signs of using them, letting him speed up his thrusts.

Meanwhile, he slid his fingers back into your cunt and started to kitten lick at your clit again. He felt your walls flutter around him again, but this time, he kept his pace fast and steady, your excessive wetness making it easy for him to do. Even though you technically hadn’t said what he wanted to hear, his only thoughts now were cumming down your throat and feeling you cum around his fingers. The sooner that happened, the sooner he could be buried in your cunt to give you the real lesson.

It only took a few moments before he felt your contractions around his thrusting fingers, and your moans caused your throat to vibrate around him, pushing him to his climax as well. He groaned against you, shooting his seed into your accepting mouth, and continued thrusting on both ends a little bit longer before withdrawing.

Your body trembled beneath him, trying to catch your breath after that intense orgasm and now that his cock wasn’t in the way, and he rose up off of you from the couch. He helped you sit up and slotted his lips against yours, tasting the mixture of your essences, and almost purred at the way you melted into him.

“Not bad, darlin’. Good to know your mouth is good for something,” he murmured, and he couldn’t help but chuckle as he finally saw your eyes roll this time. But before you could turn your head away, he grasped your chin to make you look at him. “But I don’t remember saying you could cum.”

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Hypothetically Sick

(A/N): This one sat in my drafts for over a month, I started it before the request came, bc it was inspired by me, getting hypothetical sick during finals

Summary: Spencer's daughter is trying to hide her cold while studying for her finals. How long will it take for him to find out?

Warnings: Mentions of medications, don't overwork yourselves, it's never worth it!

Wordcount: 1.4k

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Being an overachiever and unable to admit to yourself that you need a break is not a good mix. And still, (Y/N) tries to power through it.

What is she even trying to “power through”? Well, she caught the common cold in the middle of her finals and the preparation for those finals.

Or as she tells herself: “I’m only hypothetically sick. If I was to be sick, I would tell Dad and take a break. But I’m not, so everything is fine.” As she says that, she slowly sips ginger tea from her favorite mug (an R2-D2 print) and sniffles, all the while her eyes are glued to the flashcards in front of her.

Being stuck in a tunnel vision of deep concentration, she doesn’t hear the front door open and close again. Or the footsteps coming into her direction. It takes a loud knocking at the door to get her out of her focus.

“(Y/N)? May I come in?” Spencer asks his daughter with excitement in his voice. In a moment of panic, because the teen definitely is planning on keeping her hypothetical cold from him, she downs the hot tea and cramps everything that can be associated with sickness under her bed. After that she quickly throws her blanket over it, hiding the gap.

“Yes!” She answers finally, trying to keep the gruff out of her voice. Immediately Spencer opens the door, his smile so big, it would be a circle if he didn't have any ears.

“Look what I found!” He exclaims and sits down next to his daughter on the floor, practically throwing the book he had in his hands into her lap. Before (Y/N) is able to cast a glance onto it, the father explains his emotions.

“It’s the book you told me about and I finally found it! We had a bit of spare time before the jet was ready to fly back to DC so I went to this little book store I had been eyeing for a while. While I cluelessly looked around, it practically sprung onto me! I immediately checked it out and the person at the register told me it’s a really good read. I’m so happy I found it there, because my next step would have been an online search, because you seemed so intrigued by this book and you are studying so hard that I wanted to find something that will make you happ-”

His sentence is cut off by (Y/N) throwing herself into his arms. “Thank you,” She sniffles into the crook of his neck. “You don’t know how much I needed this.” With a concerning look on his face, which the teen obviously can’t see, Spencer pets her back.

“You are welcome, Sweetheart. How does a break sound? I’m sure you took the majority of the day to study. Maybe we can go to the park and have a little picnic and read our books? Doesn’t this sound amazing?” His overly fake enthusiasm is something that reminds him from the time (Y/N) was still a toddler and Spencer had to try and make certain foods sound like they are the best thing you can taste on earth. Just like him, his daughter turned out to be a picky eater.

She looks down at the books and notes strewn over her bedroom floor, seemingly calculating on how long of a break she is able to take. This is what it looks like to Spencer at least.

In reality (Y/N) is unsure if she is able to hide her hypothetical cold from her father, if they do something together for more than ten minutes. You can only so long suppress a cough, trust her, she tried in class the other day. In the end the teacher sent her outside to get some fresh air, because her head turned bright red.

“Uhm, Dad. Actually, can we do that as a little celebratory thing when I’m done with all of this? After the finals?” At that moment she feels her throat closing up again, a tell-tale sign for another cough attack.

Spencer is too engrossed in trying to persuade her to go with him. He knows how much of a workaholic his child is. This is why he needs to watch over her in times like these, when school is extra demanding, with even more care. Overworking yourself isn’t fun. Especially Spencer knows that.

So he puts on his best puppy dog eyes. “Sweetheart, please consider it again. We have nice breezy weather. Not too hot that you’ll sweat, not too cold that you need more than a light jacket. And-and we can make a cool fruit basket and get those candies you like so much. We can read together and tell each other about our books.”

This whole offer does sound like heaven. Spending some good quality time with her father is something the teen has been craving for a bit now. But this cold and the continuous sleep deprivation she has taken herself under in order to get more study time in has worn (Y/N) down. Also, not only her throat is closing up, her nose starts to tickle too. On top of that it seems like Spencer finally starts to see through her facade.

“Really Dad,” She croaks out, “I don’t feel like going out today. Maybe we can do this another time. I can finish up here and we can watch a movie or do something else.” (Y/N) hopes to be able to catch some sleep while watching anything with her father and be able to do another study session after that, being more rested and all.

The father raises his eyebrows, having taken the time in that his daughter spoke and observed the way she is holding herself. Without any explanation he presses his lips onto her forehead. Reading this as a form of showing his affection, (Y/N) leans into his touch. After pulling away, Spencer looks at her with an expression of mixed emotions.

“Sweetheart, why didn’t you just tell me that you are sick? You are practically burning alive! Were you scared that I would start hovering again or did- You did it because you don’t want me to make you stop doing this and start looking after yourself, didn’t you?” His head jerks into the direction of all the school material laying on the floor.

Sheepishly she looks down onto her hands. “I just want to do well on my finals. They count into my final grades. Also, I told myself I’m only hypothetically sick.” He takes her hands, making her look up at him. “Sweetheart, you can always retake a final. But you usually don’t get a second try at your own health. You need to learn to prioritize it. And if not for your sake, do it for your father’s. I don’t want to worry about you, when something like this can be easily avoided.” She nods shyly, knowing that trying to keep a facade up makes him more worried than being actually sick.

A sneeze attack ends the little moment the two had between them. “Ok, let’s get you situated on the couch. Then I’ll fetch your mug and medicine from under the bed and make you a new cup of tea and give you something stronger and more fitting for your hypothetical symptoms,.” Spencer helps her get up before gathering her blanket and pillow.

“How do you know about the stuff under my bed?” (Y/N) croaks out while slowly making her way to the living room with her father in tow.

Spencer smiles softly at her, tucking his daughter in after she lays down on the couch. “Sweetheart, I may get old, but I’m your father and a profiler. Reading you is something I have had to do since you were born.” The teen mumbles something that sounds like a “fair enough” while turning the tv on.

A couple minutes later the small family has cozied up on the couch, working on the watch list they curated together for occasions like this.

Being bundled up like that, in the arms of her father, it doesn’t take (Y/N) long to drift off. And Spencer also doesn’t need much longer until he follows her into dreamland.

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Anonymous: resident lover neutral route cassandra after ending maybe? i need angst :) and for cass to regret getting ghosting MC

Duuuude. Great minds think alike XD I already had this saved in my drafts lol. I think this fits your request!

Spoilers for Resident Lover - Cassandra route!

Alright, so that ending where you get your foot crushed and Cass meets someone in NYC? Yeah. That one killed me T^T Of course I had to write some angsty romance about it lol. Let’s get into it!

You had done everything to make sure the show was a success.

… You had done everything to make sure Cassandra was a success.

Those stupid stans. They had ruined everything. At the opening night performance, you saw a mysterious shadow while you were waiting in the wings. You had to go investigate it. You went up onto the the catwalk and saw them. Laughing and giggling like idiots as they held those paint cans. Their obsession with Cass was disturbing. Willing to hurt other people just to get closer to her…

They were trying to douse you, but they were too dumb to realize that they would have just made Cass a laughing stock as well by doing this. They would have only sabotaged their own goal.

You confronted them and they panicked. In their haste to get away, they threw the cans at you and crushed your foot. You could feel that multiple bones were broken. The stage manager called you an ambulance and they carted you away.

While you never would have wanted Cass to miss opening night… She didn’t even come to see you at the hospital later on. You texted her a few times and she answered back, but… She was just… So caught up in her own production. Plus, her mother whisked her away to NYC after all the shows were finished. You texted again… But this time she didn’t answer at all.

That had been two fucking months ago.

How… Could she be so… Cold toward you? After everything the two of you went through together? She was always so kind and empathetic. What happened to her? Had she tasted her first bit of fame and just forgotten about you?

You grumble to yourself as you remember everything and hobble over to the library to study. Yep. Still in a cast. Your foot is so sore and you can barely walk. The doctor said it will start to get better soon, but that’s the least of your worries at the moment. Your pathetic life and the apparent loss of your first real love are eating you up inside. Will Cass ever come back? Will she finally text you? Maybe even give you a call? Damn. What you wouldn’t give to hear her voice right about now…

You stumble through the doors and try to find a table to work at.

But then you see her. You almost think you’re hallucinating before she spots you and comes barreling over.

“Y/N! I missed you, my star,” She says and pulls you into an unexpected hug.

Your eyes widen in surprise. You want to be pissed. You certainly have the right. She ghosted you when you needed her the most. However… She’s so warm. Her luscious curves feel so good against your weary body. The signature scent of coffee clings to her and you feel yourself soothed by her embrace. You’re just relieved she’s back, honestly.

Cass eventually pulls away and smiles at you.

You try to smile back, but it looks like more of a grimace.

Cass takes note of your gaunt face, the bags under your eyes and the tense set of your jaw. She’s an actress, after all. It’s her job to notice these kinds of things. “Y/N? You don’t look well at all,” She says and pulls up a chair to sit next to you.

You bite your lip and look away. “I’m fine,” You murmur.

Cass is not convinced. “Y/N. Please tell me what’s going on,” She pleads.

You finally meet her eyes. “You… Just left. You never even came to see me in the hospital,” You say, voice sounding incredibly small.

Cass’s eyes immediately look so pained. “Oh, Y/N. I would have, but-”

“I get it. Your show was running. But… Even after it was over and before you went to New York. You still never came,” You say. “Then you stopped answering my texts. I thought you were pissed because I couldn’t play Romeo. I felt guilty and decided to give you some space,” You feel yourself rambling. You take a deep breath to calm yourself. “I know we were just supposed to be working on the show together. I just thought I meant more to you than that, you know?”

Cass is… Heartbroken. Tears trail silently down her cheeks. She didn’t realize how much she had hurt you. “Of course you do, Y/N. I’m… So sorry,” She says, breaking down and sobbing into her hands. “I should have visited you. I just got swept up in everything.”

You… Didn’t expect her to be so sad. Does she really care about you… As more than just a scene partner? You can’t stand to see her cry. You reach out to hold her hand. “Hey… It’ll be okay, Cass,” You say softly. “I was upset, but… Yeah, I forgive you,”

She looks up at you, hopeful. “You do?” She sniffles.

You surprise yourself by smiling. You’re just so glad she’s back. You can’t find it in yourself to be angry with her anymore. “I do, Cass. It’s really good to see you.”

Cass gives you a watery grin and leans over to hug you once more. “It’s good to see you as well,” She says. She nervously reaches into her pocket and pulls out a keychain. “Here. This is for you,” She says and hands it over to you. “It’s not much, but… I saw it and wanted to get it for you,” She says quietly.

Your eyes widen slightly at this. She was thinking about you while she was away? Then… Why didn’t she answer your texts? You take the keychain. It’s still warm from her pocket… “Thanks,” You whisper in disbelief.

Before you can say anything else, though, Cass suddenly looks away, unable to meet your gaze. “I’m… Moving to New York, Y/N,” She reveals.

… You swear your heart shatters into a million pieces. She can’t possibly mean… Could she?

“I met somebody and… I want to see where it goes,” She says guiltily.

What? She’s… Leaving? Just like that?

… And she “Met someone”? Oh, shit. That sucks even more.

“Y/N, can we please keep in touch?” She asks suddenly, gripping your hand and pleading with a fierce determination in her eyes. “I… Need you in my life. Even if I’m across the world,” She begs.

You are silent for a long while.

Wow.

You just got friend-zoned in the absolute worst way possible.

You sigh and nod weakly. “Sure,” You say half-heartedly. But you know the truth. You both will text each other for a bit. Then the intervals between her answering your messages will begin to get longer and longer. Eventually you’ll lose touch as Cass will be out on Broadway, dazzling crowds. She’ll move on and forget about you.

Yeah, you’ll keep in touch… But will she?

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5 years. It’s been 5 years since you’ve seen that gorgeous smile in person. You wait nervously on the back of the sound stage before a producer signals you to get into position.

Cass is currently being interviewed on a late night talk show. She’s completely blown up ever since she started doing movies. She’s the Hollywood “It” girl.

You’re scheduled to perform and then join the interview. Those fucking media moguls knew that you had a past with Cass. They lined you up like this on purpose, you’re sure of it. You sigh and go over a few things with the sound techs before you go on.

You’re here with your band. You… Kind of reinvented yourself after everything went down with Cass. You needed a change and so you… Tried to become someone else. A rocker who slacked off with their friends and bandmates. You eventually dropped out of Miranda’s University and began touring with your band. You played huge festivals and started garnering a big audience. You were on your way to becoming a real rockstar. But… Were you truly happy? Your personal life kind of stagnated. Your bandmates and friends were getting married, going on luxurious vacations… But you still feel like that same, dumb freshman. It’s pathetic. You’ve had a lot of one-night stands with random women and groupies on the road, but you haven’t dated anyone since… her. It’s stupid, though. You two weren’t ever a couple. Why were you so lovesick over her? You were since the very first time you met her, if you were being honest.

You recently read in the trashy tabloids that Cass had just given birth to her first child… You read any article written about her religiously. She looked happy in the picture you saw of her holding her baby. Cass named her little one Amber. You faintly remember how much she adored the color. A fond smile tugs your lips. She’s going to be just as much of a handful as Cass is.

And, of course, as if your brain doesn’t have enough to process right now, you’re obsessing over Cass’s love life. She doesn’t date very much and quickly stopped seeing that other woman in New York she told you about (You enjoy this fact way too much). She made it clear publicly that she was happy being single, but she wanted children. She had found a sperm donor and decided to raise her little one all on her own. She’ll adjust what parts and jobs she takes as Amber grows and requires different things from her. Plus, she’s got the best support system in the world with her sisters and mother.

Cass is fully moving on with her life. Without you. It stings. Even after all of these years… Fuck, how pathetic.

Suddenly, the stage producer breaks you from your musings and begins the countdown. This is your first time on national TV. You should be focusing on that. Not the beautiful brunette sitting just across the studio from you. You wish you could have spoken to her before the show started. Nothing like an uncomfortable reunion in front of a captive audience…

You take a deep breath and close your eyes before the curtain in front of you opens to wild applause.

Ugh. Let’s just get this fucking night over with…

Note: So, I pretty much said “Fuck canon”, I guess lol. I’ll have to break this into another part, but hope you enjoyed!

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The Confession

Summary: Jake found her. Now what's he going to do?

Words: 1510

Warnings: Physical assault, confession of feelings, lying

A/N: I can't believe this is the end. I'm technically drafting this post before the series even starts for you guys so I have no idea how much you're going to even like it. But I hope you've enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Aside from Sounds of Someday, I think this is my favorite.

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Jake paced on the sidewalk, trying to figure out what to do. He’d finally gotten his mom to give up Y/N’s location. It was a fight that took a three hour lecture about hypocrisy and waiting too long, but she relented, threatening to disown him if he hurt her adoptive daughter again. He’d planned a speech before he got on the plane, rehearsed it for the several hour flight, but now that he was here, he had no idea what to say. On his third lap around the block, he finally got the courage to walk up to the door and knock, deciding to just wing it.

The door swung open to reveal a bleach blonde man a couple inches shorter than Jake, one he’d met only a time or two. “Billy,” he grumbled.

“Bagman,” Billy spat, leaning his forearm on the door frame. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to talk to Y/N,” Jake told him, raising his chin and daring him to deny the request, “and it’s Hangman.”

“She ain’t here,” Billy informed him, “and I doubt she’d want to talk to you anyway.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means, Bagman, that she didn’t want you to know where she was for the last month. She told me that you’d fucked her over for the last time and that she was done with you.”

“Fucked her over?” Jake scoffed. “Are you sure you don’t have the two of us confused? I’m not the one who bailed on her four months ago after trying like hell to dull her spark for a year.”

“I didn’t bail on her,” Billy denied, “she broke up with me.”

“You were leaving her and you know it. Now just tell me where she is before I beat it out of you.”

“I don’t know why you’re even making a fuss over an easy whore,” Billy sneered. “You could get anyone you want, or so I hear. Though I have to say, it’s some damn good pussy for an easy whore.”

Jake didn’t even realize he was moving. He saw red as soon as the words exited Billy’s mouth, his arm cocking back and pushing his fist into Billy’s jaw with enough force to knock the man backwards several steps.

Tires squealing on asphalt was the only thing that stopped Jake from swinging again.

She was rushing out of the house to handle an issue on base when Billy finally showed up to talk. Instead of telling him to come back, she told him to sit in the kitchen and wait for her. She didn't plan on being gone for almost an hour. She groaned in frustration when she finally climbed back into her car.

She was halfway back when her phone alerted her to camera activity on her porch. She checked it at a stoplight and swore when she saw that Jake was standing at the door talking to Billy. Unmuting the video, she listened to their argument as she drove, speeding and taking corners much faster than she should have. She pulled into the driveway and saw Jake swing, hitting Billy in the jaw.

“Shit,” she swore again, rushing out of her car and into the middle of the two men. “What is going on?”

“He just showed up here and punched me!” Billy accused, rubbing his jaw and shooting daggers at Jake.

“I came over here to talk to you and this guy,” Jake explained, pointing at Billy in the doorway, “wanted to start shit and called you an easy whore. So yes, I punched him.”

“I never said that!” Billy shouted, stepping towards Jake. “He’s the one who called you a whore.”

“You son of a bitch!” Jake yelled, lunging for Billy.

She grabbed Jake’s arm and he stopped in his tracks, taking a step behind her. She turned to face him with tears in her eyes. “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on is that guy,” Jake spat, “is a total jerk and you deserve someone better. Someone who respects you and would treat you like a queen.”

“And who would that be, Jake? I don’t exactly have a whole lot of options.”

“He’s just running his mouth so that he can sleep with you,” Billy goaded from behind her, “that’s all he’s ever wanted from you. Why he thinks you’re easy, I’ll never know.”

“You lying bastard!” Jake shouted as he pushed her away, pulling his fist back to hit Billy again, stopping when something got between them.

Valkyrie stood between them and pushed Jake back, reaching in her pocket and unlocking her phone. She navigated to the recording of the argument and pressed play, Billy’s voice clear as day repeating the words he was denying. She stared him down, daring him to tell her that the recording was wrong.

“Please stop lying, Billy,” she growled as she locked her phone.

“What? Baby, you can’t believe this guy. He’s dicked you around for how long now?” Billy rebutted, taking a step towards her.

Jake stepped up behind her, staring daggers at the man trying to bargain his way back into Y/N’s arms.

“Get out, Billy. You can’t own up to your actions, even when they’re on video. We’re done. Over. Go find yourself another easy whore,” she repeated, her words sharp and final. 

“Fine,” Billy spat as his eyes became fiery, “but don’t come crawling back to me when this piece of shit breaks your heart.” 

Before Jake could make a move, she had pulled her fist back and released it right into Billy’s nose. 

“Get. Out. Of. My. House,” she sneered as she looked down on him.

Billy turned and stomped away, firing up his car and peeling out of her driveway. She turned to Jake with slumped shoulders and watery eyes, looking up at his face in exhaustion.

“How did you find me?” she asked.

“Now, don’t be mad,” he prefaced, “but Mom told Phoenix when she called looking for information.”

“Why are you here, then, Hangman?” she sighed.

“You didn’t say goodbye when you left,” he said.

“Really? You’re here because I didn’t say goodbye?” she scoffed. “I told you that Simpson needed me -”

“No, he didn’t,” Jake interrupted. “Simpson didn’t call you back. You called him to get you out.”

“I don’t want -”

“You need to tell me why you left,” he whispered, “please. I have to know why you ran away.”

She sighed again, squeezing her eyes shut. “You have to know? Okay, fine. I heard you talking to Suze. Telling her that we weren’t together and that she didn’t need to be jealous. I couldn’t take it. I thought…” she trailed off, biting her lip and tapping her foot as she crossed her arms over her chest. “I thought that something had shifted the day before, that we had something. I know we said no feelings but I was right. I fell in love with you and you don’t feel the same way. So I left. You could have your time with Suze and I could get away and not have to see it.”

“Is that all you heard?” he questioned quietly, searching her face for answers.

“What else did I need to hear? You said plenty,” she snapped, her gaze finally meeting his again, fire burning behind the tears.

“I did say plenty, but you didn’t hear all of it,” he replied as he stepped towards her, hooking his finger under her chin to keep her focus. “I told Suze that it would never happen with her. That it was a mistake that I was ever with her and that you were the one I wanted by my side. 

“You see, it happened so slowly that I didn’t realize it. When Suze approached me, I looked for you, I tried to find you so that I could get away from her without my family asking me why I was pissed. When I finally found you, you were leaving. In that moment, when you were running away, I knew I was a goner. You jumped into that cab and you took my heart with you. I’ve barely been able to breathe since you’ve been gone.

“I know I said that I wasn’t trying to marry you, but that’s changed, Y/N. I’m hopelessly in love with you and I don’t want to spend another day without you by my side.” 

Tears started falling down her cheeks, the fire in her eyes had died out only to be replaced with hope and longing. “Don’t mess around with me,” she said, her voice wavering with emotion.

“I would never dream of it,” he assured her, his thumbs brushing the tears from her face. “You’re it for me, Y/N. And if you say no, if you tell me to get out and never come back, I will. But I really hope you don’t. I hope you give me the chance to be the man you have always deserved.”

“Jake,” she mumbled as she gazed up at him.

“Hmm?”

“Kiss me.”

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[openheart12]

Remind Me Again

A/N: I was determined to get this done after it sitting in my drafts for over 2 years, it's been haunting me but it is finally done

Summary: A case in the Outer Banks takes a turn for the worse as you and the rest of the BAU go to investigate.

WC: 2,639

You let out a sigh when you heard the phone ring, knowing exactly who was going to be on the other side. You had worked so hard for the last few months to make this day extra special, you had planned the entire day out. Breakfast at his favorite diner, you were going to cook his favorite meal for lunch, a game of chess before dinner that was going to consist of his favorite Chinese food at his all time favorite restaurant. 

Too bad you can’t control when serial killers kill. 

“Y/L/N.” You answered reluctantly. 

“We have a case,” you hear Hotch say, which doesn’t surprise you. 

“I’m on my way. I’ll tell Spencer.”

“Thanks, I’m sorry it had to be today,” he apologized. 

“It’s fine, Hotch. We’ll be there in about fifteen minutes.” You said before hanging up. You rolled onto your other side, facing Spencer. A strand of his hair had fallen on his forehead and you brushed it away, reveling in the last few minutes you had before absolutely needing to wake him. 

But he was a light sleeper and stirred when he felt your hand, a soft grin on his face. 

“Good morning,” he said in a hoarse voice, his morning voice was one of your favorite things about him. 

“Morning, birthday boy,” you replied with an even bigger grin. 

“No, don’t acknowledge it because then it might be true,” he pulled you into his side, placing a kiss on your temple. 

“What’s the matter, you don’t want to turn thirty four?” You teased slightly. 

“Shut up, you’re not that far behind me.” 

The two of you shared a laugh before you had to tell him. “Hotch called, we have a case.” 

You heard him groan. “Where are we headed?” He asked. 

“He didn’t say, but I told him we’d be there in fifteen minutes so we need to hurry.”

After getting dressed, grabbing a quick snack to eat, you were on the way to the BAU. You met the others in the conference room, Penelope was about to start briefing after seeing you and Spencer walking through 

the door. 

“Okay my fine furry friends, we have a case today in North Carolina. We have two bodies, one was found at the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse and the other one was found at the original location of the lighthouse.”

“Original location?” Derek asked, raising a brow. 

“In 1999, the Cape Hatteras Light Station, which consists of seven historic structures, was successfully relocated 2,900 feet from the spot on which it had stood since 1870. Because of the threat of shoreline erosion, the entire light station was safely moved to a new site where the historic buildings and cisterns were placed in spatial and elevational relationship to each other, exactly as they had been at the original site.” Spencer explained. 

“And you just know that off the top of your head?” Emily asked and everyone let out a laugh. 

“So what, we’re dealing with an unsub who knows a lot about lighthouses?” Derek asked again. 

“We can go over the case more on the jet, the Dare County Sheriff’s Office thinks this is the beginning of a spree killing. Wheels up in ten,” Hotch announced before making his way to his office while everyone else got their stuff together and headed to the plane. 

You took a seat next to Spencer, as you always did and Penelope came over the TV. “By the way, happy birthday Pretty Boy!” A chorus of ‘happy birthdays’ followed after that. 

When Hotch arrived, Garcia went into the victims. “They’re both women, both are of different races, but the one thing in common they have is that they’re both active feminists. They attend a group that meets every Tuesday night.” 

“How would he be able to kill both of them? He’s in the same area for about two hours and no eye witnesses?” Rossi asked. 

“He would have to be familiar with the area and the operating hours of the lighthouse,” you brought up. 

“Y/L/N and Reid head to the crime scenes when we land, JJ and Morgan go to the morgue, me, David, and Emily will go to the sheriff's office. We’ll call you when we land, Garcia.” 

“Be careful!” Penelope said before hanging up. The rest of the flight was spent reading over the files you had been sent. 

After landing in North Carolina, you and Spencer made your way towards the lighthouse. It wasn’t often that the two of you were paired together but when it did happen, you always tried to prove to Hotch that you two could work together and keep your personal lives separate from your professional ones. 

You met the deputies at the crime scene and walked through it to get a feeling of what had happened. 

“I’m SSA Y/L/N and this is Dr. Spencer Reid,” you introduced yourselves. “There’s only one way in and out. Did you go through the video cameras?” You asked one of the deputies. 

“There was no activity between the time of death of the victims. The first victim, Olivia Williams, arrived around eight o’clock and the second victim, Audrey Brown, arrived an hour later. The last person to leave was Grant Miller and his alibi checks out.”

“The unsub has to be familiar with the area like you said,” Spencer started, “he’s probably a native of North Carolina and grew up along the coast specifically along the Outer Banks or he’s lived here a long time. But how did he get in and out unseen?”

“There’s no way someone could’ve stayed behind in the lighthouse after closing? Or the museum?” You asked.

“No, security checks every night and does a thorough sweep of the property before leaving.” 

“What if he was on a boat?”

“The Outer Banks has been nicknamed the “Graveyard of the Atlantic” because of the treacherous waters and areas of numerous shipwrecks off the coast which is due to the coast’s shifting sands and inlets. It extends along the whole of the North Carolina coast, northward past Chicamacomico, Bodie Island, and Nags Head to Sandbridge Beach, and southward in curving arcs to the points at Cape Lookout and Cape Fear. The spot is known as Cape Point, which is the stretch of beach that divides the Hatteras Island’s north and south facing beaches. So if the unsubs escape was a boat, he would have to be knowledgeable about how to navigate the waters,” he finished. 

“What was the cause of death?” 

“As far as we can tell, it was a bullet through the head. But we found three shell cases at the lighthouse and two at the original location of the lighthouse, almost like he missed before hitting them.” 

“He’s either a bad shot or it was a ruse to scare the victims before killing them. Spence, you call Hotch and tell him about the boat and the shell casings. I’m going to go check out the original location down by the beach.” 

You headed down to where the second victim was shot. 

“Both victims were in their early twenties,” a crime scene investigator told you. 

“He’s bold for killing twice in the same spot on the same night. Only an hour between each murder. He killed Olivia at the lighthouse but he brought Audrey down here, why?” You asked out loud. Something about this case was already not adding up. 

Before anything else could be said, a deputy was running towards you. “Agent Y/L/N, there was another murder at Ocracoke Lighthouse. Female in her early twenties with a fatal shot to the head. Four shell casings were found this time.”  

You flagged down Spencer to come meet you and told him what the deputy just told you. “There are five lighthouses along the coast, two of which we have found bodies at. If he’s targeting lighthouses, you need to send people to the other three because if he’s going south, that leaves Cape Lookout.” Spencer explained to one of the deputies. 

“I’ll call Hotch and let him know. We need to get to Ocracoke now.” You pulled your phone as you and Spencer made your way towards the black SUV. “Hey Hotch, it’s me. There’s been another murder at another lighthouse so me and Reid are on our way there right now. It’s almost a two hour ride and we sent police to the other three lighthouses on the Outer Banks coast since those seem to be his targets. There’s twenty three lighthouses in the state.” 

“Thanks, Y/L/N. You and Reid head to Cape Lookout when you’re done just in case your assistance is needed. Morgan and Jareau are headed there now to meet you,” he replied. 

“Something about this case isn’t adding up,” you mused out loud. 

“I agree.” 

“It just feels… messy. He’s killed in a populated area, two victims around the same time, his escape is a boat, he leaves shell casings at the crime scenes.” 

“It doesn’t make sense so what if we’re dealing with a mentally ill unsub?” Spencer brought up. 

“But why target these women?” 

“Was the third victim also a feminist? I doubt she would drive almost two hours to the same group.” 

“They didn’t say, but what if feminism doesn’t have anything to do with it?”

“What do you mean?” Spencer asked. 

“What if the unsub has a strained relationship with a woman? Or was raised in an abusive household? That could explain why he’s targeting women that like to have their voices heard and are seen as strong and independent.” 

“It’s time to give the profile,” you announced. You called Garcia and had her patch you and Reid through to Hotch and the rest of the team at the precinct and also to Derek and JJ. 

“We’re looking for a white male in his late teens to early twenties. He is native to the coast and especially of the water since his getaway is by boat.” Hotch started off. 

“We also believe he grew up with a mother figure that was either abusive or withdrawn from him. This led to his hatred towards women, specifically strong and independent women.” Spencer continued. 

“He’s also suffering from a mental illness, one that I believe is Schizophrenia,” you added. You noticed Spencer’s change as soon as you said the word. 

“Schizophrenia?” You heard someone from the precinct ask. 

“The symptoms of Schizophrenia generally fall into three categories: psychotic symptoms, negative symptoms, and cognitive symptoms. Psychotic symptoms include altered perceptions, abnormal thinking, and odd behaviors. It’s also possible to lose a shared sense of reality and experience themselves and the world in a distorted way. Negative symptoms include loss of motivation, disinterest or lack of enjoyment in daily activities, social withdrawal, difficulty showing emotions and functionally normally. Cognitive symptoms include problems in attention, concentration, and memory,” you explained. 

“The unsub seems to be experiencing most of the symptoms; he misses the shot the first, second, and third time, he probably hallucinates that mother figure in his life before the murders take place, reduced speaking. He’s out of touch with all of his friends and they noticed the change in him so when we question family in friends, be sure to ask about behavior,” Emily added. 

“He’s been killing at the lighthouses with the most tourists, he’s already hit two of the five which leaves Cape Lookout, Bodie Island, and Currituck,” Rossi continued. 

“Which means we need to split up along the coast,” Hotch said. “Reid and Y/L/N will head to Cape Lookout, Morgan and Rossi will head to Bodie Island, and the rest of us will head to Currituck.” 

“We already have officers on sight at all of the lighthouses,” the sheriff announced. 

Everyone nodded and headed out to the black SUVs. You and Spencer had the longest drive ahead of you out of everyone else. Cape Lookout was located on the last island. Spencer insisted on driving, saying you needed to rest a bit and you couldn’t argue. You promised to drive on the way back so you could return the favor and he smiled at that. 

Because of the location of the lighthouse on the Cape Lookout National Seashore, you would have to take a ferry to get there. The sheriff department had called in advance, letting the ferry company know they were coming and to stop any further operations. 

Arriving at the lighthouse, you and Spencer went to check the area and meet up with the other deputies and officers. A shadow out of your peripheral caught your eye, but it immediately disappeared almost like it was never there. 

You remained cautious though, your FBI training kicking in. 

You quietly observed the area and Spencer noticed the change in your behavior. 

“Y/N, you okay,” he asked softly. 

“I saw something,” you said, lifting a finger in that direction. 

“It was probably nothing,” an officer replied to which he was met with a glare from Spencer. 

“What’s your name?” Spencer asked, taking a step closer to him. 

“Officer Smith,” he replied in a shaky voice. 

“Listen to me officer Smith, if my partner says she saw something, we… I,” he corrected, “take it very seriously.” 

During their conversation, you wandered down the path where you saw the shadow. It led to the beach where the breeze was picking up and the only sounds to hear were the waves crashing onto the shore. 

The sun had set a couple hours ago and you forgot your flashlight so you didn’t see the hole in the sand until it was too late. “Shit,” you whispered out loud, wincing at the burning feeling in your ankle. 

You attempted to check your injury when something cold and hard was pressed against your temple, the all too familiar feeling of a gun to be exact. You froze in your tracks, not even daring to breathe. 

“Don’t make a sound,” a deep voice commanded. He pulled you alongside them roughly and made you walk to the water where you could make out the shadow of a boat. 

You planted your feet firmly in the ground, stopping yourself from walking and taking him by surprise that they dropped the gun. “Spencer!” You yelled out, taking your chance. 

He clamped his hand over your mouth, dragging you towards the boat once more. You tried biting his hand, using your arms and legs to fight him off, but it was useless. 

“Down there!” You heard someone call as flashlights blinded you and soon the other officers surrounded you. You searched for Spencer, spotting him running towards everyone else, his curls bouncing as he ran. 

“Y/N…” he said with fear in his eyes. 

“Get back!” Your attacker yelled, pushing the gun further into your temple as you closed your eyes, a lone tear trickling down your cheek. 

“What’s your name?” Spencer asked calmly, taking his eyes off of you so he could focus. 

“If you want me, you’ll have to kill me,” the unsub called and before you knew what was happening, your vision went black. 

You awoke to the soft sound of machines filling the air and you felt a weight on your leg, opening your eyes, you saw Spencer with his head resting on your leg with his eyes closed. You smiled briefly at the sight, wincing at the pain in your side that became noticeable.

He woke up a moment later after feeling you stir. “Y/N,” he said softly, reaching up and cupping your face.

“Worst birthday party ever, huh?”

“It’s perfect now,” he replied, placing a kiss on your cheek. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

And it was true, any day he had with you was one that he wasn’t going to take for granted. 

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[minkkumaz]

YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO FEEL UNLOVED

there used to be so much love there, just two people completely infatuated with one another. you've been through so much with haemin, and you thought maybe he'd fight for your relationship. but even after all this hurt part of you still loved him.

PAIRING jung haemin x fem!reader WC 2.0k TAGS lovers to exes. angst. growing apart. asshole haemin. somewhat a timeline of denial to acceptance. miscommunication. OMI NOTE another little something for my @woonhakist because i love writing for her. except unlike prince sungho it's actually angst. sorry sungho ur getting booted out of this. this has been in my drafts for about a month but now i'm motivated to get it done for u hehe. i hope you like. ^_^ (inspired by just me by rin)

the skys were clouded with pillows of dark gray. it had been rainy recently, the smell of wet pavement becoming more distinguishable as it continued. you wanted to assume that maybe it was his fault. the reason behind why your days were always so dark.

it was common to fear the unknown. being innocently unaware of what was going on behind the scenes was slowly eating at your insides; making you feel as if you were the dead carcass of a street animal, being fed on by rats.

things were different recently, he was different. haemin was going out more than usual, a breath of fresh air in comparison to the introverted persona you were used to. despite your worries, he convince you that you didn’t need to know where he was all the time.

“i’m just hanging out with kyungmin and a few other friends. do you have to be so worried?” he groaned.

“it’s not like that, haem! i just got curious…”

shouldn’t you be glad? that feeling of relief knowing he was blooming into a person that could celebrate with others. it was growth, but not in the way you expected. more or less, he was growing into someone unrecognizable.

phone dials were met with an empty line. and even when he did answer, he ended the call with a simple ‘bye’ and not ‘i love you more.’

still, you loved him to the moon and back. every couple went through a rough patch, you understood that when you agreed to be with him. though it was difficult to convince yourself you were content with how things were playing out.

often you took long walks to distract yourself from the unread text messages. it was this time at noon that was most gloomy. your umbrella collected droplets of water, dripping down the side to barely avoid you.

you saw couples on the streets, holding hands happily. they took photos together and shared hot drinks with eachother to battle the slight cold. you envied them.

because in your head, that position seemed almost unreachable. he was so far away from you, farther than you could even realize. what used to be something special between your heart and his wasn’t recognizable.

that day, you stopped going on walks. everything reminded you of the boy that was falling out of love. you came home quickly, trying to outrun your own thoughts. the bronze plate with your apartment number came into view as you dug through your bag to get the keys.

fumbling with the lock for a second, you finally open up to your home. immediately your gaze lands on an extra pair of shoes by the door, making your heart skip a beat slightly. tugging off your own, you set down your umbrella in a corner to dry.

when walking farther into the house, you see haemin sitting comfortably on the couch. he looked busy on his cell phone, paying almost no mind to your presence.

“haem! i didn’t know you would be home, where were you?” you smile fondly, letting yourself sit next to him.

“oh. i was just out for a bit.” he barley acknowledged your existence, angling his phone slightly away from your view. you noticed this, but said nothing.

“did you have fun? it was pretty rainy out today so i hope you weren’t cold.”

“yeah, it was fine.”

“that’s good! did you eat while you were out? i can always make us something for dinner, though i do need to get some groceries–”

“are you done with your questions?” he said bitterly, setting down the device to look at you.

“i’m sorry haem, we just haven’t spoken in awhile and i wanted to see how your day was.” you said in a whisper.

“don’t be so clingy, y/n. we see eachother everyday.” he tells you.

“oh. you’re right, i don’t know why i was being so silly.”

“mhm.” he mumbles under his breath before getting up from his seat towards the bathroom. 

after the door shut behind him, the pit at the bottom of your stomach grew deeper. this wasn’t like him at all. the excitement that would underlie his stoic demeanor because all the love he had for you was overflowing disappeared. could you even call it love when you didn’t exactly know what it was?

every romantic word hes ever told you felt meaningless; what happened to ‘you’re so pretty, y/n. you’re so sweet?’

you could hear haemin’s muffled voice from down the hall, before movement of caps and containers echoed the bathroom walls. it sounded like he was on a call with somebody. he came out soon after, shaking the remaining drops of water off of his clean hands. 

“i’m going out.” he calls out to you before pulling his coat off the rack.

“wait! didn’t you just go out? i can go with you if you’d like!”

“no, i’ll be out late and i know you get agitated if you’re in public for too long.”

“can’t you just stay in for a little then? what about a movie night like we always used to have?” you rushed over to him, desperate to spend any sort of time together, “i just miss you haem..”

“did anything i say get into your head? you don’t need to so clingy, i’m just going out with a couple friends.”

“haemin…” you reached out to his hand, fingertips barely getting the chance to touch him before he was pulling away like you were the plague.

“god. i can’t do this anymore, y/n. i just want to live without you bothering me constantly!” he complains, sliding both of his shoes on forcefully.

“what is that supposed to mean?” you furrow your eyebrows worriedly.

“it means that i’m having a hard time pretending like i haven’t fallen out of love with you.” he sighs, “just give it a break, y/n. you knew were never going to last."

it felt like your world was collapsing around you. there was a confused look on his face as you stood there silently, trying not to cry. you wondered what it felt like to die, and if it felt anything like this.

they say your life flashes before your eyes, yet all that flashed was memories of what you and haemin used to be. you felt stupid to think that maybe it was salvageable, but the sorry truth hurt much more than this ill fantasy.

“but you promised me. you promised me that we would work through everything together, haem. was that a lie?” you choked.

“i wouldn’t make an empty promise like that, don’t twist my words.” he muttered.

“i’m not twisting anything! when you first confessed to me you said so many sweet things and promised to always–”

“i said give it up. that was almost a year ago, okay? you can’t expect me to keep a promise like that for so long.”

“are you serious right now haemin? after all that we’ve been through?” you uttered with a hurt tone.

“i cared about you, okay? but i can’t handle this anymore.”

“you’re my first boyfriend, i– i can’t let you go without at least talking first!” your words came out as a broken sob, but haemin only looked at you with disgust.

“and you were my worst.” he scoffed, “i can’t be with someone who isn’t mature enough to understand when i need time away.”

“but–”

“don’t even look at me right now, y/n.. i don’t want to hear you speak. i’ll come back and get my things later.” he leaves you with a bitter ending, before leaving out the door.

watching the love of your life leave you with no closure and not a second word was starting to physically pain you. you felt yourself drop to your knees as his sentences rung in your mind, stringing themselves into a sequence of utmost heartbreak.

cold hardwood floors comforted the red - hot heat that began to rise up your face like a wild fire. you were embarrassed of yourself, disappointed that you couldn’t grow enough for him to see you. see that you could change.

and while he was out with no doubt in his mind that he made the right decision, your world was shattering in the comfort of the home you used to share with him.

the only time he messaged you was him asking for you to pack up all of his stuff for an easier pickup. it was clear he didn’t want to see you anymore than he had to. would he see how mature you had become in the four hours he was gone if you obeyed him?

boxing up all of his things neatly, you stripped every memory the two of you ever shared together. your house feeling ever so empty from the lack of love, trapped in between cardboard walls. 

for what it was worth, you attempted to write a note to send off with him. however, your vision was too blurry with your tears, and you couldn’t keep them in. the smudged ink added for dramatic effect, but it was too much that it was impossible to read coherent words.

your head was scrambled everywhere, and for a second you thought he was right when he said you were immature. it felt like when you were back in highschool giving him silly love notes to hide in his backpack pocket. it reminded you of how he said that they were all still there, as he never bothered to clean them out.

why couldn’t things be the way that they used to? throwing away so much because there was a lack of communication. you wanted to see him, be with him. feel the pure touch of his lips sending shockwaves to your beating heart.

but since that day, you never saw him once. rushing to grab all of his things and get out of your life, barely escaping your desperate grasp. what was once a fond moment became a distant daydream.

you were so blinded by your infatuation for him, despite the fact he never thought of you like that. once again you failed to understand much.

and things only got harder from then on, your plush pillow absorbing your tears. the air in your room only grew heavier as time continued. 

at first days, then weeks, and months were going by that you gave him so much love from afar. a comfortable distance through your phone screen where he couldn’t spit such hurtful words to you again. it was difficult to bear with his selfish sense of care.

stalking him on social media didn’t get you anywhere really. he already moved on from you. though you were unsure whether your jealousy blossomed from the fact that she was beautiful, or that he moved on extremely fast. maybe it was both.

posts of his hand intertwined with hers, captioned with cheesy song lyrics that used to hold so much meaning to you. your music taste always tended to rub off on him. 

there were long paragraphs declaring how much she meant to him, and how she was such a breath of fresh air in comparison to his past relationships. these sacred words that used to be yours. and while you remembered what the two of you had together, he could only think of her.

still, you loved him.

but things got easier, even when you thought they wouldn’t. it took some time for you to realize that being alone was a lot easier on the heart. 

there was a big takeaway from this, being that the only thing he taught you what it was like to feel unloved. though everything that happened when things were okay, you’d never take for granted. 

the sky felt brighter, and you made your walks frequent again. you remembered thinking how dreary he’d make your days seem, but it felt like you were finally able to see the sun again. because throughout the multitude of stars in the galaxy, one always shone the brightest.

even when you were blinded by a haze, it was still there. maybe you were the star.

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[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: language, is Tony a warning? Maybe, post-events of his kidnapping

AN: now that rickmas is over here are some that have been sitting in my drafts for a bit. Hope you enjoy them!

Standing at the airport next to Pepper and Happy, I nervously chewed on my thumbnail. Happy nervously played with his jacket and pepper was still wiping away some tears. We were all nervous to see how Tony would be after months of whatever it was he had been through. Rhodey wasn’t clear on what it was that happened but I was pretty sure he didn’t know himself.

“Here we go.” Happy muttered as the plane landed and taxied to where we were. The bay door opened and Tony stood up from the wheelchair rhodey must have forced him into. The two of them walked down the ramp to meet us. Tony stopped in front of pepper and raised an eyebrow.

“Your eyes are red.” He teased. “Few tears for a long lost boss?” I snickered and his eyes flickered to me before taking in his secretary again.

“Tears of joy.” She teased back. “I hate job hunting.” Tony bit back a smile and gave happy a pat on the shoulder.

“How about you? Your eyes aren’t red.” His eyes raked over my face. I smiled at him.

“Better now that you’re back.” I whispered. Tony smiled as he wrapped his good arm around me. “Never ever do that to me again. Ever. Do you hear me Anthony?”

“You sound like Rhodey.” He chuckled. We got into his car, forcing me to be sandwiched between Tony and pepper.

“Take us to the hospital happy.” Pepper requested and I reached over to squeeze her hand, knowing what was going to happen.

“No.” Tony said. It was clear from his voice he’d had enough of doctors for the time being.

“No?” Pepper asked.

“No is a complete sentence.” I could see the joke in Tony’s eyes but still wanted to smack him.

“Tony you have to get checked out.” I chimed in. His gaze turned back to me.

“I don’t have to do anything.” I sighed at the emphasis he used. “There are two things I want to do.” Pepper and I looked at each other. “First I want an American cheeseburger. Second,” I put my head in my hands, knowing where this was going.

“that’s enough of that.” Pepper and I said at the same time. Tony was predictable.

“is not what you think. I want you to call for a press conference.” His eyes were raking over me again and I couldn’t help but feel like he was waiting for us to be alone.

“Right now?” Pepper asked.

“Right now. Hogan drive. Cheeseburger first.” I shook my head as Happy started to drive to the nearest Burger King. I rolled my eyes as he made Pepper go into the restaurant. “By the way, I missed you too. It’s how I got out of there. Thinking about you and finally telling you how I feel.” Tony reached over and took my hand. “Then seeing you on the tarmac…” he sighed as I squeezed his hands. “I’m done making weapons. I’ll work with the government but I won’t supply them anymore. I saw what happens over there and I’m done.” He looked up at me, his eyes shining.

“That’s what I’ve been telling you forever Tony.” I leaned into his shoulder. “You don’t need to tell me what happened over there. It’s fine. I’m just glad that you came back.” Tony smiled at me before reaching up to unbutton his shirt. “Tony!” I exclaimed.

“No wait. I’m showing you something.” He spread the shirt after unbuttoning it to the middle of his chest. The soft blue glow made me look closer.

“You did it. You did what your father could never do.” I looked up at him in awe. “Obi is going to hate you. How’s you do it?” Tony chuckled as he buttoned his shirt back up.

“I’ll tell you one day.” He smiled at me. “I think I’m in love with you.” He said after a while. Smiling, I leaned my head on his shoulder and wrapped my arm around his.

“Good. Because I’m in love with you.”

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[poemsforparker]

car’s outside - spencer reid | oneshot

(not my gif, credits to the og post)

“I'm tired of lovin' from afar

And never being where you are

Close the windows, lock the doors

Don't wanna leave you anymore”

pairing: gn!reader x dr. spencer reid (criminal minds)

summary: you always knew Spencer’s job wouldn’t let him have an exactly normal routine, but lately you missed his presence more than ever.

warnings: a bit of angst as always in my writing but also lots of fluff we're talking Spencer here.

a/n: this goes around 2nd season or so. really proud of this one.

song inspiration.

The pair of you met in a very typical situation, which, ironically for Spencer, was very special, since ‘normal’ was not really a word he could attribute to many things in his life. But to you he could. He found in his days with you the peace he thought he’d never experience in his life. The way you just made things seem lighter and find the good part in most situations was what made him fall madly for you in the first place.

You remember the day you first saw him walk into the café, you had your notebooks and laptop all over the place in the regular table you’d always occupy to study, when lucky enough for it to be empty. When bell rang something brought your eyes right to the door, not something you normally did, but God, you were glad this time you looked over.

Your eyes escort him as he walks to the balcony where he orders a large cup of black coffee to the barista, judging by his order, the eyebags and the bag he carried with, you thought he’d be a student, just like you, a bit older, but still.

That went by for a while, around the same time, he’d walk in, take his order, then always two or three tables away from you he’d sit and read some book, other days he’d spend hours looking over some brown folders you never got the chance to read the covers.

You never really had the guts to go and talk to him, but you were just fine with a little staring sometimes, and you could swear sometimes you’d feel him staring back. After about a month of getting used to see him daily there, you caught yourself stupidly waiting for the time he’d arrive, sometimes even putting a bit more of an effort on how you looked, just in case he showed up.

A month and a half went by without you ever getting his name, it was until an event day at your campus, more people than normal frequenting that area, the café you normally found peace to study was crowded, people bumped into each other and waited in lines to get their orders, needless to say you had no peace to get your activities done.

Still, you had no choice, so you put your earphones and keep going at the routine, this time so stressed at the environment you didn’t’ even check if the pretty boy was sitting at his usual place. You had your focus on your tasks until from your panoramic view you see something that would be enough to make you snap on that already shitty day.

Someone had spilled coffee on your notes.

You open your mouth ready to drain out all of your swearword arsenal over whoever did that to your pages of work, until you look up. Those familiar eyebags and pretty hazel eyes looked at you in panic while his hand, in turn, was also covered by the black liquid. Your eyes instantly soften your gaze looking at him.

“Oh, God, are you okay?” You’re the first one to say something while he stands still, you grab a handful of napkins in your table and try to dry his hands, pulling softly the cup from it and laying it on the table. “It must have burned like hell.” 

Your touch on his hand wakes him up to reality and he finally speaks.

“Oh, I- shit, your notes.” His voice is so cute. He awkwardly tries to dodge your touch and put his focus on your notes, some just had meaningless brown dots and some of them were probably already ruined. “I’m so sorry, some guy bumped on me, then I stumbled in this bag, I couldn’t keep the balance I-”

“No, don’t worry about that, really, it’s okay, they were just drafts anyways, is fine.” They were, in fact, not drafts, but you didn’t have to make him feel any worse with that information. “And it’s partially my fault too, well, you tripped in my bag, I should’ve just left it in the bench. Sit there, please, let me get you another coffee.”

“I couldn’t. That’s to kind of you, thanks, but I can’t accept that.”

“C’mon, the tables are crowded anyways, sit here with me, I insist.” You gesture around as you say it and Spencer could indeed confirm the table he aimed to sit before the incident was now occupied by a group of students.

“Okay” He sighs “But I buy myself another coffee.” He points at you with a bossy tone that weirdly matched him, you can’t help a giggle over his cuteness.

“Yessir.” You play. “Be my guest if you want to pay for it, I’ll not insist on that, I’m a college student anyways, it’s not like a display money around, I’ll just order it them, be back in a sec.” He nods with a friendly smile and sits on the opposite side of where you were minutes earlier.

After facing a little line you get to the balcony and order two more large black coffees, thanking the barista when she happily hands you them over. On your way back to your table you decide to stop by a mirror and quickly fix your hair, thanking the universe you looked decent enough today.

You sit back with a smile, sliding his cup over to his side, only to notice he was intrigued looking at your notes, well, what was left of them.

“What is it?” You lean your head to the side and slide your laptop out of the was fixing your posture with both forearms on the table, now having him face to face with you, admiring his curious look reading your papers.

“Butterflies?” He asks also leaning his head and now also facing you. You bet I’m feeling butterflies right now.

“Yeah” You answer shortly. “They´re my subject of study for this semester. Why?” You pucker your eyebrows and sip your coffee never taking your eyes off him. He’s so much prettier up close.

“Nothing, I just always found them interesting. Did you know they use their feet to taste?”

You smile at him nodding yes slightly while sipping more coffee “Yeah, yeah I did actually, they also have four wings, not two, like most believe.” You chuckle at your own words. “We sound like such nerds.”

And for the first time you hear him laugh.

You talked to each other that whole afternoon, if Spencer could frame a moment of yours, he’d choose that exact one, while in the outside your talked mundane stuff and spilled random facts at each other, inside you were just both happy to finally have someone who genuinely seemed interested on what they had to say. It was perfect.

After that it just slowly escalated, you exchanged phone numbers, shared tables everyday, and now, two and a half years later, shared a small New York apartment. It was close enough to your campus, close enough to his work, and cozy enough for the pair of you. It worked perfectly.

Of course, now coming to nearly two years of relationship, there were things that would bother, after all, you can’t have it all. The major and nearly only one, if you’re honest, were the demands of his work. Of course, you knew it’d be a challenge from the moment you said you were all in. But this day specifically was making your blood boil.

Spencer should be in a two week vacation from work, which meant two weeks without calls from the office, right? Well, wrong. You had your tickets bought and were leaving the next day to your dream vacation. That was until your boyfriend got a call with urgency that he would, indeed, travel the next day, but not with you, and not for vacation.

That made you mad, really mad. You knew that it was selfish of you to be putting your shallow needs in front of whatever probably very important deal they had called Spencer in, but that wasn’t the first time and it would surely not be the last. That wasn’t reason enough for you to leave him, you weren’t that crazy. But it never failed to make you mournful. Knowing that for the next few days you’d have to sleep without him by your side.

You stare at Spencer’s puppy eyes while he slowly sat the phone on the desk. He didn’t need to tell you what was the reason they were calling, after all, whatever it was, lives depended on it, and you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him not to go to stay with you, that wasn’t an option.

Your eyes stare at him back, also glassy with tears as your breath pace slowly speeded up while you tried your best not to cry in front of him, you didn’t want to make him feel any worse than he already did, and you felt stupid crying always for the same reason, but you just missed having some alone time with him so bad.

It is ironical considering now you shared the same roof and the last month you could count in one hand how many days you’ve actually spend together. Which, honestly, hadn’t mattered that much since you were counting the days for his vacation, dreaming the final peace at least for a couple of days before getting back to the normal routine.

“Go” You say simply with a raspy voice, not risking many words or you’d give in to the emotion.

“They need me there to-”

“I know” This time it had game out ruder than you intended to “I know you have to go honey and that’s- that’s okay I-” You snuffle now feeling some warm tears down your cheeks “I understand.”

“Oh, sweetheart” Spencer closes up the space between you to hug you tight, the contact making you melt into his arms and you allow yourself to cry on his shoulder. “I’m sorry.” He used his other hand to stroke your hair trying his best to calm you down.

“No, it’s okay, really,” you say between sobs “I’m not trying to make you feel guilty, I just miss you so much.” You tighten your grip on his shirt and Spencer swore he could hear his own heart break, specially when there was nothing at his reach to make the situation any better, and that he was the reason the love of his life was crying, all he could do was whisper ‘I know’ in your ear while he waited for you to be calmer.

When you let go of him you feel your heart sink, heavy and empty at the same time. You try to give him a half smile, sniffing due the tears and he looks at you with a frown that makes you even sadder.

“I also with I didn’t have to go.”

“I know.” You hold both his hands in yours.

“And I miss you too. A lot.”

“I know.” You connect your foreheads, letting go of his hands and cupping his face. Enjoying the contact you have while his ride doesn’t come.

“I don’t know when I’m coming back, but I promise I’ll make it up to you, okay?” You nod, still holding his face within your hands. You give him a long kiss, trying to make him get all your feelings without having to say a word. You don’t know how long you stayed like this, but it was interrupted by a car honk followed by a stuffy voice that yelled ‘Dr. Reid’ impatiently.

You let go and he pecks your lips once more before stepping back reluctantly. You watch him as he picks up his bags from the floor and once more closes the door behind him and all you can do is hope he comes back in one piece.

“I'm packin' my bags that I didn't unpack the last time

I'm sayin', "see you again" so many times it's becomin' my tag line

But you know the truth

I'd rather hold you

Than try to catch this flight”

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[teribst]

Always Bitching

Always Bitching

A STORY BY 

MIKE

It had seemed like pulling teeth to get her out of the house and into the truck, but finally, we were on our way. Driving away from the rat race in LA to spend 30 days of nothing but sun and fun out on my 34-foot MacGregor sailboat. It was a fully self-contained sloop and would sleep 6 but in reality, it was most comfortable with 4. 

It has a shallow draft centerboard that can be pulled up so that with the sails down and running on the little 40-horse diesel that also served as a generator it could handle 3 feet of water. That meant getting up close to if not up to shore.

My longtime girlfriend, Sandy, was in the passenger seat of my F350 and as always was grumpy and bitching. She didn't like the sun, she didn’t like my boat, she didn't like my truck that was brand new or going to Lake Mead. And so for the whole 3-hour trip, she let me know all about how miserable she was sure she would be. 

We were about 75 miles outside of Vegas when I finally had enough and when we got to Las Vegas I drove right to Mcclarin Airport. Looking around she asked, “Where are we going?” I pulled up to the passenger unloading lane and without a word went to the back of the truck and pulled out her bag. As I was sitting it on the sidewalk she was looking at me like I had 3 heads “Mike, what are you doing?” 

I opened the truck door and smiled as I said “I have listened to your whining and bitching long enough. Get the fuck out of my truck.” her mouth opened “Nope you and I are done. Go find some other dope that you can make miserable because it won’t be me anymore.” I took her by the arm and pulled her out giving her purse to her as I looked into her very beautiful and very confused face and said, “Holy fuck I’m glad I didn’t marry you.” I saw in the rearview mirror she was standing and staring after me as the truck pulled away.

~

A couple of days before I left LA I had called ahead to the marina. It had been about 2 months since I had been on the boat so I had asked them to get her ready. I had given them a grocery list as well as had them service everything on the boat. I was humming to myself as I put my bag and camera equipment into a cart provided to haul crap out to your boat. Out on the dock as I was passing it, I stuck my head into the marina store's door and smiled at the middle-aged blond behind the counter as she looked up “Hay Tina, am I all set?”

“Hi, Mike! She smiled, “Yup you're all set to go.”

“Do you want me to settle up now or when I come into refit?”

She waved her hand as she looked past me “When you come back will be fine. You alone this time?”

“Yes, it’s just me.”

She chuckled “Good thing my old man is around. I’d fill that empty boat seat for ya.”

Cregg Simms, her gruff old husband of 40 years stepped out from behind the counter “Ohh hell yes! Mike take her please!” He snorted as he laughed pointing out to the marina. “Mike, my boy, I had to pull her out and grease the tiller but other than that your boat is in fine shape.”

~

From the store, I pulled my little load behind me as I walked the short distance over to the Ranger station to check in. Only a fool went out to spend any time more than a day on Lake Mead without signing in. Because of the lake's massive size, it could take the Ranger Service days to find a lost or broken-down boat, making it one of the most dangerous lakes in the national park system. It was even recommended that some foodstuff, like Spam or something that could hold you over for a day or so be stored on your boat, and of course it goes without saying, there should be a working two-way radio.

It was 102* and the cool of the AC hit me like a slap in the face as the door to the ranger station hissed closed behind me. I looked at a map of the lake as I stepped up to the counter and as her head came up from her computer I found myself looking into eyes so blue they almost looked...well they were robin's egg blue. “Can I help you?” She smiled and her freckled face went from beautiful to stunningly beautiful.

“Um, oh hi um yes… I’m going to be out on the lake for a few days and wanted to check-in. My name is Mike King.” I watched her write it down on a piece of paper before getting up and moving to a dry-erase board.

“Going anywhere in particular?” She asked.

“Hole in the wall then wavy beach and from there I’m not sure.”

I watched her write King down in blue marker and draw a line out to a hole in the wall and then to the wavy beach as she asked “How many in your party?”

“Just me.”

And that made her turn and look at me, “And what kind of boat are you going to be on?”

“She is a McGregger 34, she is called The Friendship.” 

Still looking at me she said “I have seen her. Nice boat, but a little big for one person.” And I knew she was sort of testing me thinking she would be out saving my life before the day was over.

I chuckled “When I bought her I had her set up to single hand.” I had tried so hard to not look at the full round boobs filling out her uniform shirt but now I did, taking them in as I looked at her name tag and went on “And Range Simms I thought I would sign up for a 4:30 pm call in with my location and a weather check.”

Moving back to her desk she smiled “Well then you're all set.” She tilted her head to the side a little letting her almost Lucy-red shoulder-length hair fall away from her face “You be safe.”

~

The rest of the afternoon I spent stowing my gear and what few clothes I had brought away. Then I spent some time checking the friendship out. She was still hooked to shore power and the AC hummed softly as I went through all of her working parts. I knew Mr. Simms had done a good job but it was still something I loved to do. By the time I was finished it was early evening and I was hungry. All I had eaten all day was jerky and my stomach was rumbling in protest as I walked to the marina restaurant. I had a pot roast plate with mashed potatoes and spinach followed by a big piece of cherry pie and coffee. It was still pretty early when I got into the big king-sized bed in the master birth and I don’t remember my head hitting the pillow.

It was just before daylight as I let her lines loose and with the diesel rumbling softly in her belly put my foot to her big beautiful butt and pushed her away from the dock. I backed the big boat out of her slip and it took a few minutes of winding through the marina before we got to the channel leading to the open lake. My heart was full because it felt great to be on the boat and when I turned the Friendship across the wind I watched the sails fill with a pop. With her sheets full of air she heeled over to the port and I took her out of gear but left the diesel running to keep the AC going. My heart sang as I sailed into the morning.

 It was just past noon and the thermometer setting on the boat's dash next to the barometer said it was 101. The wind coming through the shade of the cockpit bimini top was fresh spray blowing back off the water making it seem a little cooler. I laughed to myself saying out loud “listen” because there was not a sound save the wind in the sails, the water lapping on the hull as we rushed through it, and the soft rumble of the diesel running in the big boat's belly. “No one has complained about a thing. Not one fucking thing!” I shook my head “How can anyone as smart and beautiful as she is, be such a complete bitch?” I smiled and still talking out loud to myself said “Well I know her boss Andy will be happy about the breakup.” I laughed, “He deserves her.”

As the wind freshened I let the boat have her head. She is by no means a fast boat but when the sails are full and she is running with the wind she is a blast to sail. It also meant that me and her made it to the cove called hole in the wall well before sunset. It's a popular place because it's a very well-protected cove and with 3 other boats already at anchor there I wasn’t going to be the only boat with her anchor lights on that night.

I had a couple of burgers on the small deck-mounted gas BBQ as I called into the ranger station to let them know where I was located. I felt a smile come to my lips as ranger Simm's voice confirmed my location. 

 I was thinking about not seeing a ring on her finger when my cell phone using my boat's internet hotspot went off.

“Hello.”

“Do you even care that I made it home safely?”

“Sure I do. But you're a big girl and I knew you would.”

“I can catch a flight out in the morning and come back.”

“No, when I put your cute ass out of the truck I didn’t mean for it to get back in it. Sandy, I can’t sand all of the griping and bitching anymore. God woman you were riding in the top-of-the-line brand new Ford truck and bitching about the color, how hard the seat was and you didn’t like the buttons to a dash. You will, I'm sure, make someone a great wife, just not me.”

The phone went dead.

~

With my second cup of coffee setting snug in its gimballed cup holder and the sky just showing its first sign of light I pushed the anchor up button. When I felt the boat start to drift I slipped her into gear and moving forward just made way enough to help the winch. The anchor clattered into its space shutting off and as the green light came on I added power. Not much, just enough to keep us straight into the early morning breeze as I let the winch on the mast pull out the mainsail. It was up and locked as I was just passing through the mouth of the coves inlet and I let the jib loose. Turning a few degrees to port the sails filled and as she heeled over I took her out of gear.

I picked up the 2-way microphone and gave my call sign “KA15125 Friendship calling Los Vegas Wash Ranger station for travel info and weather.”

Her voice came through the speakers and there were a whole bunch of numbers then “Las Vegas wash has you 5 by 5. This morning will be clear but thunderstorms are expected up lake late this afternoon. Over.”

“Thank you Las Vegas wash. Friendship is en route to Wavy. Over.”

“10-4 have a good morning. Vegas Wash out.”

~

I locked the wheel and went below, coming back a couple of minutes later with a bowl of Crunchy O’s. I sat watching the sun coming up over the bow of the boat enjoying the feeling of her power as she moved effortlessly through the water. The small wind-driven swell was nothing for the big girl and she showed almost no sign of role as we went, with me thinking about Ranger Simms and how she would look naked. I laughed out loud saying to no one “It sure looked like she had nice tits.” I sat the empty bowl on the small table next to me and picked up my camera for some first-light photos.

As the morning went on I was the only boat I could see. Lake Mead is massive and the last time I took this trip, it took 6 days of sailing to get from the bottom where I started to the top where the Colorado River runs into it. And so with 1000s of miles of shoreline, it wasn’t uncommon on a weekday to be the only boat seen. It also meant that with no one around I was sitting at the helm very naked and loving it.

Sailing is a kind of dance with the wind or could be likened to flying a glider airplane. The wind moving over the sail causes lift as it is pushed on just like the wing of a plane makes lift as the air passes over it only...well no it is like flying except that with every change of the wind or air it affects how the boat is pushed through the water. When I left the cove I had set us on a track east that I hoped would when I tacked back to the northwest would take us right into the mouth of Wavy. Navigating, using what little math skills I had, and following the plot on my lake chart was, at least for me, a very big part of the fun of sailing. We had sailed in a straight line for about 3 hours when according to my chart I needed to turn us. After coming about and everything was set back in place I pulled out my GPS. When I turned it on and followed our track I gave a hoot “WAHOOO!” The GPS showed I had nailed my time to turn and showed the track to Wavy was just like I had it plotted on the chart. And I did a little naked dance on the open deck in the cockpit of the boat.

Now with my mind back on sailing, I looked off to the northwest. The weather was building for sure and as always talking to myself I said “I think we will make it about an hour before any weather gets this far south.” Movement off the bow caught my eye. It was the 24-foot Boston Whaler Rangers boat out of Los Vegas wash and it was flying. The boat had 3 Black Max 200 horsepower Mercurys on its transom and as fast as it looked the boat was using all 600 of them. “WOW!” I muttered thinking it must have been running 65 or 70 miles per hour. I shook my head saying, “Wow!” again.

~

It was just after 4 pm by the time I got to Wavy and dropped the stern anchor. I let it drag until it hung in something and played out the line until the Friendship nosed softly into the sandy beach. The storm had moved south faster than I thought it would and as I tied a bow rope to a tree on the beach it started to rain. I looked up when I heard the 3 merc’s throttle down and turned just in time to see the Ranger boat coming down off plain. I watched with some interest as it moved to shore about 50 feet away from my boat. I was just thinking there was nothing to tie off over there when all 3 motors came to life and the big boat ran about half its length up into the soft sand. I turned back climbing aboard the friendship and was just sitting down under the cover of the canvas bimini top when the radio came to life. It was ranger Sims calling to tell them back at the ranger station where she was and that she would be staying over until the lake calmed.

I watched as she finished covering all of the electronics in the front half of the boat with a cover that I knew she would also use as a sort of tent. I picked up my 2-way microphone “Hi” 

Her head came up “10” That was an alternate radio channel and I quickly changed to it.

“Yes.” She was looking at me.

“It's dry and I have coffee.”

She waved and I knew it was because everybody under the sun was listening to the radio. A moment later she hopped off her boat and with what looked to be a waterproof bag came walking through the rain to me. When she got to the boat she waded out into the waist-deep water to the ladder. Her wet but sand-free sandals came up over the side then her bag. A moment later her head popped up and her perfect smile with those amazing blue eyes greeted me, “Did you say coffee?”

“That I did.” I was pouring her a cup and looking at her in her soaking wet ranger shirt as she came up the ladder. Her shirt was tucked into her knee-length khaki walking shorts and her work gun was holstered and strapped around her slender hips. She was smiling as she stepped over the side and on board.

My brain spun as I thought to myself “Fuck me! Godman she is even more beautiful than I remembered. I wonder if there is anything in her head and if she bitches about everything she sees.” I handed her the warm cup, “Sugar or cream?”

“Nope and thanks.” She gave me a look “I was hoping you would be here. I stay out overnight a lot but it is nice when someone you know is close.”

“Well,” I waved my hand around in a grand gesture “Welcome aboard the Friendship. It’s always nice to have a guest.” I set about letting down the bimini’s clear plastic side windowed on the north side of the boat to stop the wind from blowing rain on us. I looked at her waterproof bag and nodded to the open hatch leading below and said, “If you want to get dry I have something you could put on.”

“I”m good. I have something in my bag if you don’t mind me going below.”

“Nope, not at all.”

It wasn’t 10 minutes and she was coming back up on deck in a T-shirt that was wet from her bra under it and dry walking shorts. She was finger-combing her wet red hair and smiled when I asked, “So how long have you been a Ranger?”

Looking at her beached boat she said “Most people ask why first. I had applied for and got a 4-year internship when I was in high school and came right to work when I got out of college.” She looked at me, “That's all I ever wanted to do really.” She shrugged, “The money is ok, but look at all of the fun I get to have and the things I get to do.”

I could hear in her voice she loved the work as she gave me a sideways look. “And why would a man be all alone out here on this beautiful boat? Are you running from something, or maybe someone?”

It was my turn to smile and I don’t know why but I told her about dumping Sandy at the airport. “I am as serious as a heart attack, she even griped that the soda I got from the ice chest was too cold.” I shrugged “I just had enough and so here I sit in the middle of nowhere in the rain with a cop.”

~

After an hour or so the wind really picked up and that's when it really started to rain and when the wind started to blow around the clear plastic curtain I said, “Look I know you're working, not working, kind of whatever it is you call it when you are caught in a storm, but it’s getting wet out here.” I pointed to the hatch leading below. “I got more coffee, Coke 0, some wine, and beer. I am also having Pork Chops for dinner,” I kind of gave her a sideways look “Your welcome if you have a mind to stay.” 

She looked out into the storm and pointed at the 2-way radio, “May I?”

“Of course.” And as she called into the ranger station to let them know she was ok and taking shelter on the sailing sloop Friendship I went below.

When she came below she had a bleak look on her face. “The weatherman says this thing is growing and my not moving off from over us until 3 or 4 in the morning.” She looked around as she moved to sit on a high-backed stool kind of to the side of the gally part of the living quarters. “I told my dad you had this boat set up beautifully.” She blushed “Sorry my dad is Cregg Simms he owns the marina. Sometimes I do the leg work for him when we have a customer that wants us to outfit their boat. I did yours the other day and helped him loosen and grease the tiller.” 

I smiled, “I’m glad you like her. She is for sure my pride and joy,” I looked at her. “I can see a little of your mom in you but nothing of your dad. I don’t know why the name didn’t click until you said something.”

“I never knew my real dad. He was killed doing some hocus pocus crap with the IRA in Ireland. Mom loaded me up and came over to America to get out of it. She met my dad when I was about 3.” I could see by the look in her eye she loved the old guy a lot. “You would never know I’m not out of his blood.”

As I cooked we talked of her being a ranger, and of me being a civil engineer and selling some of my photography here and there. We talked about just about anything until I said “You know why I’m out here and that I’m single, so are you, single I mean?

A slight smile came to her lips. “Yes, I”m...well, I just don’t date much.” She looked at me and said, “I guess my last date was when I was in high school.” She frowned “I’m not gay and I love sex so don’t go off thinking I’m,” She started to laugh “Well I guess maybe you could think it if you want to because I am a bit of a weirdo all right.”

“You like rummy?”

Her smile lit up the room “I’ll wax your ass.”

The boat moved from time to time in the wind and it seemed the storm must have dumped 10 inches of rain on us as we sat playing cards and talking about whatever came up. When I looked at the clock it was a little after midnight. “Am I going to get to know your first name or is it simply Ranger?”

I loved the way the corner of her mouth turned up in a slight smile. “Yes, I like it so Ranger will do.”

“Well then Ranger the front berth is clean and made up and you are welcome to it or the couch, you pick.”

~

I was sitting out on the deck in cut-off jeans shorts with a cup of coffee waiting for the sky to grow light when I heard the electric pump come on running water to what I assumed would be the forward head. It was a small wet room with the shower, toilet, and sink all built into the room, so if you showered everything got wet. It was also nice to have the toilet with its lid down to set on while washing up.

A few minutes later her smiling redhead came out of the hatch “Would you like your coffee warmed up?”

Handing her my cup I said, “That would be lovely.”

When she came back out on deck she handed me a freshly filled cup “Lovely isn’t a word most men might use.” She was smiling in the dim light given off by the mast's anchor light 45 feet above us.

“I’m not like most men.”

“So I have noticed.” She looked around “Mind if I call in?”

A few minutes later she sat with her coffee silently watching as with my camera on a tripod I took a couple of shots of the tailend of the passing storm in the morning light asa it was coming through the rigging. “How long have you been a picture taker?”

I chuckled “Long enough to know to not quit my day job. No, I really started when I was in JR high school. Once the bug bit me I was hooked. I made good money at it up until the whole digital thing and now with everyone having a better camera in their cell than I can afford to buy, well it’s mostly just for fun.”

“I’d like to see some of your work sometime.” She pointed to my cell phone laying on the helm's dash. “Let me see your phone.” I handed it to her and watched as she put her number in it. “I don’t know why but I like you.” She picked up her waterproof bag and hooked her holster over her shoulder as she moved to the deck rail “Where are you going from here?”

“I was thinking I might go up and stay a day or two at Sandbar.”

“Cool.”

 I watched as she went down the ladder and dropped off into waist-deep water and realized I was more than a little unhappy to see her going “Do you need help getting the Whaler back out into the water?”

She turned and walked backward and said “Naa, the water is deep enough behind her that those monsters on the back will pull her out.” She turned back and walked to the boat and gave me a backward wave as she walked away “See you later.”

I watched as she used the big motors to pull off the beach and she stayed about 10 feet out as she Idled up behind the Friendship, “Keep it on 12.” she smiled “And just so you know I let you win last night.” She was laughing as she drove away.

I changed the channel on the 2 way to 12 and as she was going around the point. “Thanks,” came through the radio speakers.

~

It suddenly seemed very quiet as I got the bow line loose from around the tree. With it stowed away I let the winch pull us off the sand and as I drifted back on the anchor let the centerboard down. Then with the stern anchor stowed away, I turned the Friendship toward the entrance to Wavy Beach

The lake was still pretty rough after the storm the night before but the big heavy boat pushed right through the swells. We were under full sail and she was well-heeled over to the gumells with spray coming back off the bow. It was refreshing in the already hot morning as my mind wandered over the night before. I had to say that as much as I loved sailing the old girl it would have been more fun if someone was with me. Then I laughed “You dumb fuck she wouldn’t even tell you her first name. It sure as fuck wasn’t Ranger.”

By noon the lake had claimed to become its normal beautiful self and the Friendship was performing like the queen of the sea she was. With the wheel locked down, I had gone below and was just finishing making a baloney sandwich when my cell buzzed with a text. I didn’t look at it right away thinking it was you know who but when it went off again I picked it up looking at it. I was right, the first text was from her “I went out with Andy last night.”

I sent back “ : ) good for you. Maybe he will make you happy.”

I smiled looking at the caller ID for the next text. It read RANGER

“Too many people know my voice over the 2way. Want some company at SandBar?”

“I simply sent back “A rematch is called for so yes, please. ; )”

My whole day brightened with that text. I shook my head “She may be way out of your league old boy, and then she is a cop. How do you feel about that? What if you hooked up with her? What if she got hurt? How would it work with me living in LA and her up here for work.” And it was just about at this point of crazy in my head I heard it. I thought it was an airplane at first then looking around I spotted a yellow dot on the water that was getting bigger at a surprisingly fast rate of speed. I picked up my binoculars and looked. 

It was a go fast or sometimes it was called a cigarette boat. And it looked to be every bit as long as the Friendship. “Wheewweee holy fuck that thing is flying!”  As fast as it was coming to me I knew it was running well over 100mph.

I picked up my camera and started taking pictures of the beautiful yellow, and looking through the viewfinder of my zoom lens saw it was a red-trimmed boat. It was only minutes and the boat had covered the 10 or 15 miles that it had been away when I spotted it. It was well trimmed out and riding on its stern with what seemed to be nothing in the water but its props. I didn’t know much about motor boats but thought it beautiful as it blew past me, “Hi!” came through the 2 ways speaker, and rather than answer her I waved.

~

The Sandbar as it is known is a shallow piece of mountain that runs out in a peninsula from a rugged hillside. It turned into a sandy beach that disappeared into the lake for about a half mile before dropping off into some really deep water. It is well marked and yet it still gets to rip the bottom out of motor boats or the keels off of sailboats all the time. It is also a favorite place of the more open-minded lake people because it is so far from anything no one cares if you're nude or not. Well, no one really cares about nudity anywhere on the lake but Sandbar is a little more relaxed than most other places.

I was about a mile out when I started pulling in the sails and by the time I had everything stowed and put away I was only a few 100 yards from the hidden beach that lay under a couple of feet of water in most places. I saw the big go fast with its bow out to the lake and anchored so that its stern was only a couple of yards off the shore. Quickly pulling up the centerboard as I took the diesel out of gearl\ I let the Friendship nose her way into the sand.

Ranger was sitting on a short beach chair so the water was just about at her waist. My heart just about jumped out of my chest as I looked at her while letting the stern anchor loose. She was sitting in a T-shirt and shorts and my eyes were drawn to her like they were pulled by magnets. I was looking at her while stepping over the side, I missed the bottom rung of the boat's ladder. I think I made an “EEP!” Sound as I fell into the 4 feet deep water sputtering and spitting as I came up for air.

For her part, Ranger was laughing her ass off as I walked out of the water leaving any dignity I had behind in the lake, “You sure do know how to make an entrance!” She snorted as laughter took her over again. Her eyes searched my face and she chuckled “Are you hurt?”

“Just my pride.”

“I bought steaks, a couple of potatoes, and salad.” She was still chuckling, “I thought it would be my turn and I’d cook for you.” 

“That sounds great!” I smiled “I don’t know what I am wanting most, to just sit next to you or to see your boat.”

She smiled standing up “Well I guess since you showed me yours I could show you mine.” her cheeks flushed “You can sit next to me after.” and when she looked at the big boat her face softened “That is Piggly Wiggly. I named her that because running like we did today she sucks diesel to the tune of 5 gallons per mile, and I do love to let her have her head.” We stepped up onto the swim platform as she went on “She is 48 feet long and has two 1400 horsepower cats that make her go.”

“1400 is a lot of ponies.”

She shook her head, chuckling as her hand came to my arm “Honey that’s 1400 each.”

As she took me through her boat I could see she was very proud of it, with its front V birth, small galley, and a potty. I was impressed that the cockpit had every button and dial there could be. Hell, she had a depth finder as well as a small radar. She ran her hand lovingly over the helm as she ended the tour with “She is this girl's dream. I worked my ass off to afford her. She was salvaged out and with my dad's help I had to almost completely refit her.” She pointed back to the beach “The water is cooler.”

~

We spent the afternoon talking about growing up, me in Texas and her in the marina. We found we had a lot in common with us both liking baseball but not so much football. She liked golf as did I and it just went on with us talking about everything. It seemed there was no filter as we became more and more relaxed with each other. She gave me a sideways look, “I wanted to thank you for not making a pass at me the other night.”

I grinned at her “The other night you were a woman that could use some help. What kind of an ass would try to take advantage of that.”

“Oh, I’d be willing to bet 99% of the guys I know would.”

“Maybe you just don’t know the right guy.”

Her eyes kind of searched my face “Do you think I know one now?”

“I hope so.” I felt myself frown “But you said you don’t date?”

“I did say that, didn't I.” She reached into the water coming up with a handful of sand and watched it as it trickled back from between her fingers. “I bet when dad told you we had to fix the tiller on your boat he said his boy helped didn’t he.” 

It had been more of a statement than a question and it hit me like I was hit in the face “Shit are you a dude?”

She laughed a little softly “In no way shape or form.” She dropped the sand and rinsed her hand “I was born with an oversized clitoris. That's why dad calls me boy. I don’t think he did it to be mean when I was little, but with him it just kind of stuck.” She gave me that sideways look again “I’m not a hermaphrodite either. I’m one 100% woman.”

I had been sitting on the sandy bottom and leaning back on my elbows so the water was almost up to my neck. “Ok, so you know I have to ask, Ranger, how big is big?”

“Normal like now it’s about an inch long.” She sighed “But when I get excited it can get to be almost 3 inches.” she started to get up picking up her chair “And that's why I don’t date.” She started walking to her boat. “The one and only guy to ever see it fixed that.”

“Hay! Where are ya going? I thought you were cooking me a steak later.”

She stopped and turned to look at me and there was something new in her eyes as she asked “You don’t care that I’m deformed?” she looked down at her feet “And if you don’t count the use of toys a virgin.”

I got up and walked to her, putting my hands on her shoulders as I pretended to look her over. “I see two arms, two beautiful legs and I don’t see a 3rd blue eye” I chuckled. “And not that I looked but I’m pretty sure I only saw two boobs. So Ranger I’d say I see about the most perfect and beautiful woman I have ever seen.” I took her hand “Don’t judge me by what others do or say, just give me the chance to fuck things up by myself.”

~

The rest of the afternoon was spent in the water and when she looked at how low the sun was getting in the sky she asked if I was hungry. I hadn’t thought much of it but suddenly I was starving and said “Oh hell yes.”

She got up and went to her boat and once on board lifted an ice chest up onto the rail. “Come get this. I’m messing up your boat, not mine.”

As she sliced the potatoes she told me of her life with her dad who at one point had been a county sheriff and a drunk. “He got sober when I was umm…12 and he became a different man. So now we are close, in fact, I’m closer to him than mom.”

I told her about growing up on an 800-acre farm with the closest neighbor being 4 miles away. My life was uneventful and when I lost my parents I sold the farm and moved to LA. I felt the frown when it came, “It always pissed my dad off that I didn’t want to be a farmer.”

She smiled. “If you put the stakes on the grill they should be done just about the time they are.” She put the pan of potatoes and onions on my galley stove as she lit it. “I know you said you had some but I brought Wine.” She looked at me, “And beer.”

The food was perfect as was the company. We had just finished cleaning up when her hand came to my arm “Mike, am I staying over?”

“I would love it if you did, but Ranger I don’t want to pressure you.”

“I know that's why I want to. Let me go get my bag and when I get back I'll kick your ass at rummy again.”

~

Not long into the card game, her hand came across the table coming to rest on top of mine. “Mike I’m too excited and way too nervous to be any good at this.” She stood up pulling my hand with hers. I got up and let her pull me to the master's birth. In the small but nicely laid out bedroom, she pushed me back and down so I was sitting. Her eyes searched mine “I told you I only went on one date and I thought he was the one. It was when I took off my clothes he started to laugh. That’s how he left me standing naked and very hurt.” She hooked her finger in the bottom over her shirt saying “I want you to see me. I want you to see me as I am.” 

As her shirt went over her head and her full round breasts with their nipples so pink they were almost skin color came into view, I didn’t really know I said it, “Holy fuck!” I looked at her face saying, “They are so... so perfect!” 

I started to reach for her and she pushed my hand away “No.” I could see she was breathing a little hard. “Oh god, I’m really doing this!” Her thumbs went into the waistband of her shorts and with a downward push, they fell to her feet. She wasn’t wearing panties and as the shorts fell to the floor the hair on her mound came into view revealing that it was every bit as red as the hair on her head. I must have gasped because her hand went over her mound. I looked up at her “Oh please no! Never cover it. Fuck it’s simply perfect!”

A slight grin came to her lips as her hand moved a little shyly away and in the lamplight from the nightstand, I saw her lovely girl's lips were swollen and puffy and I saw that she was so wet it was leaking out onto her thighs. I slipped off the bed onto my knees saying “I want to see it.” I looked up into her eyes “Please.” She bit her bottom lip as her fingers went to her girl's lips and I watched as she slowly pulled them open. It was long and thick and full of blood so it was beautifully swollen. Without a word, I reached to her putting my hands on her hips and she stepped to me as I pulled, planting my face in the V between her legs. I moaned softly as the heat and smell of her sex took over my senses and with my eyes closed I pulled the rubbery clitoris between my lips and revealed in its softness thinking “My god even her clit is perfect!” 

I was only there a moment when I pulled back. I had to have more and with my hand on her hips turned her pushing her back so that when her calves hit the bed she fell back onto her butt. I knew or thought I knew to go slow but her hands came to the back of my head pulling me to her as her legs went around me. She moaned “Oh yes!” As I sucked her back between my lips. I was only there for a moment, but I wanted her nectar and slipped down so I could dive my tongue into her, stabbing her over and over as she lay gasping for air. I moved up, taking her now fully swollen clit in my mouth and sucked it. “Oh HUH HUH!” Her butt pushed up into my face “Aaaaa!” She came in one long push then it was suddenly like a jackhammer pounding into my face as I sucked her to another mind-numbing climax. “OH, in me. I wan, ohhh I want it umm AAAA in...mmMeeee.”

With my shorts pushed down around my knees I wasn’t going anywhere even if I wanted to and with her legs still around me it made it even more difficult to get my steel hard up to her opening, but I did. The second she felt the tip at her opening she was pulling me in with her strong thighs, her hands pulling my head so my lips found hers. I smiled saying “Yes but...um easy honey I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Umph.Oh, fuck push! Ohh yes I want it, Ohhh yesssss!” I pushed as she pulled until she cried out “Oh my god you must be in my womb! AAAaaaaa fuck yes, oh oh oh god oh yes fuck me push it ohhhh!” 

I moaned “I’m gonna cum.”

I thought she would let go but her eyes met mine “Oh yes. I want that! I want to feel it!”

“Oh god I, I'm!” Her eyes got big as plates and she cried out “I feel it oh, it’s so hot! Oh, fuck yes OHGGAaaaaaa!”

~

As I grew soft in her I sort of pulled her over on me and we both kind of collapsed together. Her lips came to mine and she was crying as her fingers ran over my face. I wiped her tears “Why are you crying? Oh shit! Did I hurt you?”

She laughed “No, not at all it was perfect!”

We both moved around so we were more on the bed and I pulled her into my arms. It was late and still holding her I flipped off the light. It was a few minutes before she whispered “Mike it was all I ever dreamed it would be.”

“You make it sound like I won’t be doing it again.”

She sort of lifted up moving more on me and I could see her face above mine in the dim light of the galley “You mean you want to do it with me more? I thought, well I just thought…”

“Oh, you silly, silly girl. I think you're going to have a hard time getting rid of me.” I put my hand on her hip pushing “Here move over me.” When she was straddling I said, “Lift up.” And I put the tip of my again erect cock at her opening. She quickly figured it out and slid slowly down on me.

“Oh mike it's pushing, it’s so deep, I mean how long is it.”

I smiled to myself “Just under 10 inches.”

She moved slowly, letting herself adjust to my length and girth. “I thought you were all the way in me but you weren't. Were you?”

“No, I didn’t want to hurt you.”

She leaned forward on her hands, her red hair falling so it covered her face in the shadows as she moved very slowly on me. When her pubic mound found mine she let out a soft sigh “I think you have a problem.”

I felt her insides trembling “I do?”

She moved a little up then down grinding that beautiful big clit into me “Oh HUh huh umm. Oh God Aaaaa.” She jackhammered her mound into mine as she came, then she froze. “I, I can't move because if I do I’m going to cum again and if that happens I won’t want to let you go.”

I pushed up into her. “You might not have a choice about who is doing the moving on who.”

“Oh fuck Mike OH FUCK! Ungaasshit!” her lips found Mine “Cum for me! Oh honey I want to hoooo shit AAAaaaa!” As she came I pumped up into her pushing in as deeply as I could as my seed jetted into her belly “OH, OH YES OH!”

~

I took her hand. “Come on, let's go out to the swim platform and shower.”

We were both sticky with cum and sweat as we padded naked through the boat. The night air was perfect and the water pumped from the lake while cool was not cold at all. We took our time washing each other, tickling, and playing. Back on deck, I got a couple of fluffy white towels and without talking we stood in the middle of the cockpit drying each other. With her towel between us, she pressed herself into me as her hands came to my face. When her lips found mine they were not demanding but so very soft and warm. She put her head on my shoulder softly saying. “How can I feel like this? Shit man, I have only known you for a hot second but it seems like all my life.” her lips found my neck and she nipped it before moving away.

“I feel the same way. It is crazy but I think the good lord made you just for me.”

“Kim.” She moved so her teeth found my bottom lip and nipped at it pulling on it “My name is Kim.”

~

Kim in nothing but a T-shirt stood by the Friendships Helm looking at the ship's clock and the sky. “I have to work tomorrow and It’s getting late. I was sitting on the high captain's chair and she stepped to me “If I leave now I won’t have to push it so hard to get back to the wash before dark.” She moved to me bending so her face got really close to mine “I’ll leave my ice chest so I know you will have to find me to give it back.”

I grinned at her “Oh me finding you will be about the last thing you need to worry about.”

~

It of course took me 2 days to get back to the marina. It was the first time since I bought the Friendship that I had wished she wasn’t so slow.

We text constantly, nothing too serious, just silly little thoughts, and when I came around the end of the breakwater I saw her walk out of the ranger office on shore. By the time I made the turn she was standing on the finger of my slip when I eased the Friendship to a stop. I went forward and tossed her the bow line and as she made it secure I got the stern line all secure. There were a number of people around, fishermen, and other boaters staying on their boats,s and Kim coming down to meet my boat really was pretty unusual. When I stepped through the gate in the handrail she said loud enough for anyone to hear, “I’m here about the chest you found and the contents you called in about.”

I smiled “Ok it’s below if you would like to come to take a look at it.”

The second we were below deck and in the cool of the AC Kim turned and was instantly in my arms. Her lips were trembling as they met mine, then she stepped back looking at me, “I really don’t like not being with you.” She stepped back and shook her hair as she started for the hatch “I’m off at 5 but need to go home and change. Meet me at the Fog Horn and you sir are buying me dinner, umm...about 8.”

“Deal,'' I smiled.

~ 

I made a mad dash into Las Vegas and was back but about 6 pm. A quick shower and shave and at about 7:30 a text. “I’m here, so hurry.”

I instantly spotted that red hair and smiled seeing Kim. She was standing by the pool table talking to several men and women. She was wearing a yellow knee-length strapless summer dress with 3-inch wedge-style slingbacks and looked simply perfect. Her face broke into a smile when she saw me and said something as she walked away from them. There was no hesitation in it when she got to me and she leaned in giving me a kiss. She chuckled as she hooked her arm in mine. “That will start some tongues wagging.” She pointed to a table in the corner with a great view of the marina below. “I hope you don’t mind but I had them set this up for us.”

Looking around the room as I pulled the chair out for Kim I saw almost everyone in the place was looking at us. “It would seem the locals are either restless or very nosey.”

She smiled, “Nosey.” her smile turned into a grin “Pull your chair over close to me.”

I had hardly sat when the waitress was standing next to me. I could see in her eyes she wanted to know what was going on as she asked “Would you like something from the bar?”

Looking at me Kim put her hand on top of mine, “I’d like a Budweiser.” She looked at me and I said, “I’ll take the same.”

The waitress walked away and Kim looked at me. “It’s ok. This is a small town and everyone in it knows I don’t date so this is quite an event for them.” She shrugged, “It's a small community out here and everyone wants to know what everyone is doing.” 

The waitress came back with our beers and smiled as she sat them down, “Here ya go. Do you need more time or do you know what you want?”

I looked at Kim “You order and I’ll have what you have. You know the food here and I don’t have a clue.”

Kim, still smiling, asked “Do you like shrimp?”

“Yes, I love them.”

She got a funny expression as she looked at the waitress “Brandy this is my boyfriend Mike and we will have the 12 piece shrimp combo and you tell Kent to cook them done or I’ll kick his skinny ass.” as Brandy walked away Kim very softly said, “Watch this.” 

First, this Brandy went to the kitchen and the cook looked at us with a frown. Then she went to the bar and it was like a match had been struck in the place as suddenly everyone in the room was whispering and sneaking looks at us. “Honey I was going to wait until after dinner to do this.” I looked around at everyone still kind of staring as I pulled the ring from my pocket.” Ranger Kim, will you marry me?” I lifted her left hand and she started to giggle in a very girly way, nodding her head and as I pushed the ring on as she whispered, “yes.”

You could have heard a pin drop in the room and I stood up “Ladies and Gentlemen.” I looked down at a very pink-faced Kim. “She said yes.”

And the room exploded in laughter and applause.

~