#tess and i have been moaning about him so i made notes while i rewatched n lemme tell u

[stormlit]

reasons why hellvis is a terrible person and is not good for georgie bc everyone seems to think it’s romantic and lemme tell u there is nothing romantic about harassment, stalking, and constantly stepping over someone’s boundaries bc you want them when they’ve repeatedly said it’s not mutual

literally leaves her at the altar with a bunch of wedding guests and zero explanation; forces charles james to go and tell georgie that yeah this ain't happening when last night he was overjoyed to get married

fucks off for two whole years

refuses to step back despite his clear conflict of interest when he's sent to rescue her, and then proceeds to let said conflict of interest get in the way of him doing his job appropriately

literally only talks to her again bc he saved her life, prob would have gone years/forever if the army hadn't sent him there, so that 'love'? real good thing there

thinks he's The Hero™ for u kno,,,doing his damn job and rescuing her like that'll erase everything he did to her previously

georgie even asks "why him" bc she doesn't want to see him ever again

she literally calls him creepy and knows he has behaviour like making sure he has the room next to her when they haven't spoken in two years

and he makes out like she's the one being irrational for not wanting to hear his "explanation". reminder that she is massively traumatised rn, she doesn't want to see him, and talking about their failed wedding is probably the last thing on the mind while her captor is still out there

"a tin opener helps me get to my beans. it's useful. i'm not interested in talking to it though" honestly she keeps ignoring him and he keeps pretending that doesn't mean anything

she literally walks away from him and tells him to leave her alone...and he doesn't

charles james reminds him that she's just been thru hell and her head might not be in a good place and he still...carries on harassing her

he like blows her a kiss and she just rolls her eyes and turns her head away. georgie lane? tired of his bullshit

yet again does things against protocol "for her"

chooses their song for a group sing song like that ain't some manipulative bullshit since they're in front of a whole group and she ain't interested in him, and she looks so fucking miserable about it. and yes he purposely does it in front of the group so she can't make a scene

he literally says that he threw her away i'm

"i'm so much happier without you, e.lvis"

she is traumatised, vulnerable, and scared beyond belief and he absolutely takes advantage of her by sleeping with her

and the harassment continues by him phoning her when she's back home and trying to readjust

"he's persistent" nope he's harassing her

this is the definition of workplace harassment

acts like he knows her? dude you've been gone for 2 whole years i don't think that's true anymore

like does he need to weasel his way in to having the most contact with her and being the point of contact between her and counter terrorism command are u REALLY telling me there are no other special forces soldiers who'd do a good job he does not need to be there

climbs in her fucking window without warning. maybe cute while they were dating, fucking creepy now they're not

“e.lvis, i can't be happy with you again. ... it's too late."

he's so fucking selfish, everything is about what HE wants and what HE needs and he doesn't listen to her once

if he loves her so much he should want her to be happy, not do everything he can to pull her away from the thing that makes her happy just bc that's not him

stalker stalker ensures he gets transferred to manchester so he's near her

charles james, the one (1) person in her life who actually understands what she's going thru and is supportive of her, keeps telling e.lvis to back the fuck off and he doesn't

“i'm only thinking about you." "no, you're thinking of yourself. you're a fucker." u tell 'im georgie

tells her he has to tell her something "classified" just so he can talk to her alone which is the most manipulative thing

and then tells her not to marry jamie bc he's the "wrong guy" even tho georgie has only ever indicated she's in love with jamie

keeps banging on about how they should cancel the wedding bc it's a target when it's 100% bc he doesn't want her marrying someone else EVEN THO HE BLEW HIS CHANCE OF MARRYING HER

he's so selfish and he never once listens to what he wants i know i said this before but i'm saying it again

loooves to tell georgie what she needs without any actual knowledge or listening to what she thinks

he signs his texts to her with fucking kisses. when he shouldn't be texting her at all

"it's not like you to turn up on my wedding day ... you're determined to fuck this up for me, aren't you?"

he moves himself purposely to work close protection on her. he's not assigned it, he makes it happen as though that ain't creepy

uh yeah overall he's a selfish, harassing stalker who needs to get the fuck away from georgie bc she absolutely does not want him

#northgrit #tess and i have been moaning about him so i made notes while i rewatched n lemme tell u #i hate his fucking guts he's a terrible person #GEORGIE LANE / relationship / she moves in her own way. #harassment // #stalking // #idk what else to tag but lemme know #long post // #GEORGIE LANE / contact / elvis harte.

[sweetst24]

Inside - This is my first and fanfiction. I wrote it to process some emotions/grief. Any feedback is appreciated!!

Sam Winchester is a great man, though he doesn't think so. Constant reminders of the ones he's loved then lost cloud his vision, the pain gripping him as he falls asleep at night. Loving Sam simply was out of my hands, his soft tortured soul calling to me through the concrete walls of the bunker every night. Both being a friend and being in love brings me to our current predicament.

I got stuck in a Rye, Colorado, about 30 mins outside of Pueblo. A nest of vampires had set up shop, attacking people in Pueblo, bringing them back to the nest for a slow feeding. Cleaning out the nest was a job, but nothing I couldn't handle.

After dropping people at the hospital, my car broke down, so I thought I'd hop the bus in Pueblo to get back to Lebanon without bothering the boys. I figured I'd be home by morning, have a nice weekend. Wash day was Saturday and I was due for a deep condition because natural hair is plenty of upkeep, especially when you constantly shower in shitty motel bathrooms.

I usually don't spend my weekend in holding cells but using a fake ID to buy a bus ticket generally does that. We have contingency plans for situations like this, but I'm having doubts since the dark of night is slipping into the third day without my freedom.

"Psst. Y/n? Are you awake sweetheart?" Dean silently tries to get my attention while cracking open the door to the holding cell.

"Of course I am! Where have you been?" I whisper-yell trying my best not to wake Bess and Tess, my very cozy, very drunk cellmates.

"You can't rush perfection, sweetheart. Plus it's only been two days." Dean sassed, face crunched together, muttering something along the lines of 'spoiled brat'.

"Look, can you please tell me what the plan is before I chop you in the throat," Dean's face deadpanned while he puffed up his chest looking for a fight.

"You want to put that pretty hand on my neck so bad, don't you sweetheart, but I'm guessing Sammy won't appreciate that, will he?" Dean jabbing at that soft spot shut me up quickly, pain weighing heavily causing me to drop my head in defeat. Realization crosses Dean's face, knowing his joke reached too far, especially now when the relationship between Sammy and I is not ideal. Dean pulls me into a much needed hug.

"Look, y/n, I'm sorry. Let's get you out of here." Dean placed me in cuffs and starting pulling me from the cell.

"Come on D, can't I just pretend to be a deep cover spy or something??" I whined loudly.

"Look, deputy Doolittle thinks you ran off from a safe house to see your boy toy. So don't blow the witness protection cover or I'll leave you here."

As we stepped outside, the early morning chill erupted goosebumps across my body, forcing me to shiver.

"You should've thought of that before doing something so stupid," Dean gruffed while walking me over to Baby.

"Can you at least take the cuffs off?" I whined as Dean briefly stopped, then continued dragging me to Baby. "My body feels terrible and I don't feel like arguing about how I did the right thing," barely audible above the dragging of my feet.

"No, y/n, you did not do the right thing. The right thing would've been to call me or Sammy to come get you. Instead, you made a fool of yourself and now you have to own it."

As Dean tossed me into the back seat, I defiantly removed the cuffs, tossing them in the driver's seat. As soon as my criminal act was complete, I had the overwhelming urge to not turn to the passenger seat. But I noted that Dean was waiting outside of Baby as not to interrupt the conversation that was no doubt about to start in the car.

Closing my eyes, I turn to the right, peeking through my lashes in a failed attempt to pretend I don't see him but...There was Samuel. His syrupy-brown hair tucked neatly behind his ears. Looks of "explain yourself" and "I'm sorry it took so long" fighting for dominance on his face, ultimately the much needed explanation winning out.

"Y/n..." Sam lowly stated, voice as even as possible.

"That's me," I huff with a half-hearted wave.

"You know what I'm going to say. After everything we've been through lately why didn't you call me, or Dean, or Castiel, or Hell even Jody! Someone should know what's going on! Communication is everything for hunters and you know better."

Sam stared with so much emotion it almost broke me, but his questions were met with my silence.

"Fine. You aren't going to answer me now but you will before you walk into our home." Sam affirmed.

Sam startled me. Though I could see where he was coming from, everything being so MESSY. I should've called. But I was not wrong about riding the bus. Besides, a little time away from the bunker, and the boys, with my thoughts couldn't hurt, right?

Sam waves for Dean to get in the car so we could begin our long, tension-filled, 6 hour drive to the bunker. It was a relief to be headed home after spending a few days away to clear my head. Everything was so complicated because of the night that I called the best of my life. The night I fell into bed with Sam.

-flashback-

Nice and rainy. My favorite weather. Being able to be comfy cozy with a nice mug of tea and Netflix was the shit. Rewatching Princess and the Frog for the thousandth time just seemed like the best thing for a rainy day. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed my time alone, but time alone with Sam was a particularly rare occurrence, especially when he wants to be in the same room with me.

Sam choose to wear his regular ass hunter's 'uniform' of a plaid shirt and jeans. Although, I made note that he decided to wear my favorite of his collection, the hunter green with blue block pattern. I thought it brought out the striking beauty in his eyes, the balance of the two colors precariously placed in his irises. He sat close enough that I wasn't nervous but I was getting distracted by the way he ate his popcorn, arm flexing in his tight sleeve.

"Why are we watching this again?" Sam inquired about the apparent Tiana streak we were on.

"Because. Why, you got a problem with representation? I just, see myself in her, and plus Prince Naveen... Do I have to say more or," I laughed, head cocked back as I finished the thought while Sam shook his head next to me.

Then, it happened. Once I stopped cackling like a weirdo Sam placed his arm around me, bringing me close to his side while he watched the movie, a slight blush on his cheeks. I didn't realize I was staring at him until Tiana's alarm clock went off, prompting me to jump out of reflex. Sam suddenly turned to me with a concerned look on his face that melted away once he realized what happened.

For a split second I thought I should stop myself. But, YOLO. Before I could react, Sam kissed me passionately, grabbing my twist-out, making me moan. I climbed up on his lap, grinding his massive imprint through my sweats. Sam tasted sweet, and I knew that that tasted sweeter. I slid down onto the floor, removing my sweater and t-shirt, unbuckling his pants. Sam let out a loud growl.

"Y/n, please get up. If you do that... right now. I need you, y/n, now."

As I slowly stood, Sam picked me up, staring into my eyes, and gently placed me on my bed. Quicker than I could blink, Sam ripped off my sweats.

I moaned, "Sam."

"I need to be inside of you," Sam growled while looking deep into my eyes.

He took his time, driving me insane, driving slowly in and out of me, not yet giving me the full length of his masterpiece. As I looked into his eyes, I saw something deeper flash through, not just sex, but love. Strong, passionate, unconditional love that you only read about. It took my breath away, gasping, Sam eyes widening, fear crossing his features as he realizes what I saw. In that intense moment, Sam thrust all the way into me, both of us shouting unintelligible phrases that sounded like animals.

"I... Please.. don't... Leave... Ahh..." Sam's affirmation of love, shocking, but looking in his eyes I knew he was telling the truth.

Faster, faster, faster. Our orgasms syncing, our eyes never wavering from one another. When suddenly stars, lights filled my eyes as the feeling of euphoria washed over me, the both of us collapsing on the bed, completely exhausted.

"Sam. We have to... We have to do that again... Again." I gasped out as Sam attempted to cover us with a light blanket behind me, failing from exhaustion.

"... Please... " Sam chuckled.

Thanks for reading part one.

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