#Cabi Clothing

[goodcareerpath]

Is Working in Clothing/Shoe/Accessory Stores a Good Career Path?

Whether you want to make a career in this field or not, there are a few things you should know about it. You should learn about the pros and cons of the career, the entry level positions in the field, and the average salary expectations. Also, you should look at the future of this industry.

Is clothing/shoe/accessory stores a good career?

Whether you want to work in a clothing/shoe/accessory store or not, you should know the different kinds of jobs available. There are many jobs available, so you have to decide which one fits your personality and skills. You should also consider the requirements.

One of the best jobs available in a clothing/shoe/accessory stores is that of the store coordinator. This is a role that allows you to work closely with the store manager. This job requires you to have a business degree and a lot of communication skills.

You can also choose to work as a sales associate in a clothing/shoe/accessory shop. This job can be a good one for you if you are passionate about fashion. You can work with a wide variety of products and earn a nice encouraging salary. You will need to have basic math skills and a bilingual background.

For this job, you must have a clean driving record. You can also start off in a small store and work your way up to a managerial position. However, you will need to have a bachelor's degree to get a job in this field.

Entry level jobs in clothing/shoe/accessory stores

Whether you have a passion for fashion, or you are looking for a rewarding career, working in clothing/shoe/accessory stores can offer many opportunities for you. These industries are growing, and there are many positions to choose from.

Many jobs require some experience and training, but there are some good entry level jobs that do not require a college degree. You can gain the skills you need to work in these fields by enrolling in a vocational school. You can also gain practical skills through an apprenticeship.

Choosing a career is an important decision, and you need to know what you are passionate about. If you enjoy working with people and are not interested in long hours, then a career in a clothing store may be a good fit for you. Having a job in a clothing/shoe/accessory store can help you grow your relationships with customers and expand your knowledge of the fashion industry.

Entry level jobs in the clothing/shoe/accessory store industry are great for those looking to start a career. You can get started in your new career right out of high school. You may be surprised at the kinds of jobs you can get, and what you can expect to earn.

Average Salary Expectations in clothing/shoe store

Whether you are a student or a working professional, you may be wondering how much money you can expect to make in a clothing/shoe/accessory store. Luckily, there are a number of different ways to make money in this industry. The key to success is being able to select the right product, and ensuring that you are selling it for a fair price.

One of the best ways to make money is to become an independent sales representative. You can earn anywhere from $9 an hour, with a 15 percent commission, to $17 an hour, without commission. But, you will also need to learn how to speak the language of fashion, and to communicate with customers.

Another way to earn money is by becoming a store manager. As the leader of a store, you will have the power to set schedules, monitor the progress of your team, and ensure that customer service standards are met. While the average salary of a store manager is about $34,000, you can expect to make a lot more money.

Education certificate and Skill Requirements

Getting a certificate for a clothing/shoe/accessory store job can be a good way to get your foot in the door of the clothing industry. Some of the more technical skills are things you can learn through experience, but most of the basics can be learned through on the job training or through vocational school.

The best way to learn the ins and outs of a clothing store is to try it out. You may want to consider an apprenticeship in a particular department or area of the store. This will give you the experience you need and help you get hired. A good training program will even offer on the job training.

You may want to consider a fashion design certificate or a diploma in retail management. This can give you a leg up on your competition. These degrees teach you all about fashion and the textile industry, as well as the art of merchandising and merchandising management. Some of these degrees are required for jobs in the industry, and there are several vocational schools and community colleges offering them.

Pros of clothing/shoe/accessory stores

Whether you're looking for a job, starting a business, or just want to try something new, clothing/shoe/accessory stores can be a great way to get started. However, before you start thinking about working in a retail store, you should take some time to think about your own career goals.

The clothing, shoe, and accessory retail industry is a very large sector of the economy. It offers many different jobs. However, the industry is highly competitive. Therefore, you'll want to consider the type of store you want to work for, as well as the labor market.

One of the main advantages of working in a clothing store is that you can connect with customers. You can try on different types of clothing, and try to persuade them to buy. You can also grow your business by fostering relationships with your customers. In addition, you may be able to work at a clothing factory. You can also have time off when emergencies arise.

However, you'll need to have good communication skills to get started. You'll need to be able to attract customers, and sell products at the right price.

Cons of clothing/shoe/accessory stores

Getting started in a clothing/shoe/accessory store is no small feat. Whether you are a novice or a seasoned pro, there are many things to keep in mind, from finding a location to building a successful business plan. With the right planning and research, you can open the doors to success in no time. In fact, you'll be amazed at the amount of money you can make.

For starters, you'll need to understand how to manage the dozens of employees you'll be juggling. As such, you'll need to devise a formal system of communication, appoint a scribe, and make sure that each employee has his or her own personal space. Aside from this, you'll also need to devise a foolproof system of inventory management. To make sure that you don't overstock your store, you'll want to use a reputable e-commerce provider. This is especially true if you're just starting out.

The best way to tackle this is to start with a budget and a clear vision of what you want to achieve. If you're unsure of what your next career move will be, you can always consult an unbiased career counselor or go straight to your nearest career fair.

Conclusion

Whether you're interested in fashion or just want to work in an industry that pays well, clothing/shoe/accessory stores are a great career path. The apparel, shoe, and accessory industry is a growing sector, and there are many opportunities for advancement.

The clothing/shoe/accessory store industry involves working with people, and requires good communication skills. This is particularly important, as you will have to persuade customers to buy products. Additionally, you must be able to sell products at the right price.

One of the best jobs in the clothing/shoe/accessory store sector is store coordinator. This job requires a bachelor's degree, along with some business experience. The job can be held at multiple stores at one time, and the pay is usually good.

Another option is to be a store driver. This job requires a clean driving record, along with a driving license for the location where you plan to work. This job is paid hourly, and can be done at several stores at once.

You should be aware that there is a high turnover rate among clothing shoe accessory store employees. This is due to the fact that most people prefer to shop at these stores. You will have to be able to watch people shop, and learn about the industry.

[crazyblondelife]

Spring 2024 Cabi Spring Collection

Over the years, I’ve worn a lot of Cabi clothing and honestly, it just keeps getting better! The Cabi Spring 2024 Collection is probably my favorite to date because there are so many stand-out pieces that are versatile and so very wearable! These classic pieces will join the other Cabi Classics in my closet and become pieces that I pull out and wear over and over again!

With Spring right around the corner (hopefully), It’s fun to begin to incorporate a few spring pieces into the mix and add a little color on a grey day! I love to mix and match the Cabi pieces with things from my closet and come up with unexpected outfit ideas!

Today, I’m sharing a few of my favorite pieces from Cabi Spring 2024! This is Part 1 of a two part Cabi post because I’ve ordered several other things and can’t wait to style them and show you how I would wear each piece!

My favorite piece from the Spring 2024 Collection is this fabulous plaid coat! I absolutely love the 3/4 sleeves and the colors! I think Cabi is know for their jackets and coats and this one is perfect for Spring and so versatile! I’ve styled it simply here with a black crewneck tee from Michael Stars, flare jeans from AG Jeans and my Gucci block heel sandals! This look would go almost anywhere and looks great on a warmer day now and into Spring! Also, loving this jacket with white jeans or trousers!

Flirty and romantic is how I would describe this great little floral blouse! It’s cropped, but not too cropped and ideal with high waisted jeans! I added a blue cardigan sweater that’s also part of the Cabi Spring collection…it adds a little warmth on a cool day and compliments the outfit perfectly! My block heel platform shoes are several years old from Chloe (similar here)! My off white jeans are also several years old…similar here!

Pink and silver are right on trend and this casual chic look is so much fun! I’ve worn these silver pants (similar here) so often but I think my favorite way is with this Cabi pink sweater! I would size up in this sweater…I’m wearing a medium and like the slightly oversized look. I added a silver necklace from Cabi and Tory Burch silver sneakers! Casual chic at it’s best!

You may think that pink patten leather shoes wouldn’t be very versatile, but I’ve been surprised at just how much I have in my closet that looks good with these pink pumps! The Cabi floral sweater and white jeans are so perfect with the shoes and it’s a Miranda Priestly approved look!

A spring dress is one and done and if it’s a denim dress…it’s even better! I added my fabulous Madison Maison gold cowboy boots to this cute dress for a bit of wow!

I’ve really and kind of unexpectedly embraced the menswear look for the past several seasons and adding a floral pop makes this look even more interesting! I’ve been telling y’all that low waisted jeans are coming back and here’s the proof! These cute boyfriend style jeans from Cabi are low waisted and have a looser fit so they’re perfect for creating a menswear look! The floral blouse and a buttery soft leather jacket along with lug sole loafers complete the look! I also added pearls to add even more interest! What do you think?

The boutique below includes pieces (or similar) that I used to style my Cabi pieces! I’m so excited to bring you this post because I’m so excited for spring so I can wear these clothes!

[purplekissinger]

Hungry heart

Your yandere is the 'hide the zombie bite' type of guy. 

TW: yandere themes, disease themes (if that makes you nervous please proceed with caution. I personally wrote this to cope with fear of zombie virus). Angst at first, wholesome then. Also my english is hrr drr eww.

‘I bet my ass you were bitten,’ you said coldly.

One couldn’t look at Michael without tears. From the very morning he looked… unwell. He clearly had a fever, and a strong one; despite this, he did his best to cheer you up and even tried to make awkward jokes, but when he thought you weren’t looking, he would quickly roll up the sleeve of his sweater and look at his wrist anxiously. His (more so than usual) erratic behavior made it straight up obvious. You put two and two together easily and played along with him for a while, but honestly? All this would be charming if it weren't lethal.

It seemed impossible for Michael to blush any more than he already was, and yet he managed.

‘Biten?! What do you mean?’ his nervous laughter turned into a strained cough, but he immediately pulled himself together. ‘It's because of the flu, right? Y/N, I swear, I’m just a bit under the weather. Yesterday it was terribly cold…’

‘In the middle of July?’ you raised an eyebrow. ‘By the way, since when do you wear sweaters in the summer?’

‘I love this sweater, after all, you gave it to me!’ Michael exclaimed passionately. Well, at least that was true. ‘Our 32nd date, remember?’ he added dreamingly. 

‘Don’t change the subject, Michael, you’re being ridiculous,’ said you tiredly. That was hell of a night, with him, covered in cold sweat, restless and moaning, clinging to you like there's no tomorrow (and there probably wasn't). ‘Please, show me your arm. Just let me see the bite and be over it.’

Michael hid his arm behind the back quickly and forced a smile. He never was a good liar. 

'Y/N, honey, you h-have to believe me,' he choked on his own words with another cough, much stronger this time, and that cough was louder than words. When he could breathe again, you looked straight into his eyes, and whatever he read on your face made him let out a small sob.

“Michael,” you said with an unusual harshness in your voice. If he chose to be a little whiner, you should have taken responsibility for you two. “I'm literally traveling through abandoned cities with my crazy stalker who just won't shut up about how exactly he was obsessing over me before the zombie apocalypse. Is there anything else left that we are hiding from each other?”

He shook his head, unable to speak.

“Was that a yes or no?”

“No,” Michael whispered and, with a gesture full of despair, hid his burning face in his hands. His shoulders shuddered slightly.

You took a small step forward and reached your hand forward as if to comfort him.

“Michael,” you whispered. “Michael, hush, please.”

He peeked at you through his fingers with both horror and hope. You finally placed your hand on his shoulder and gently stroked it.

“Hush, no need to twitch. Unlike someone, I don’t bite,” you smiled weakly. And at that moment he finally lost it and burst into tears in full force. You held him tightly, hugging him with all your strength, feeling his fever rise and knowing that even now you would never leave him. Especially now.

* * *

“I thought you were above the “hiding a zombie bite” trope,” you joked awkwardly as you bandaged Michael’s arm with a clean cloth. At this point it wouldn't help him any more than a bar of chocolate, but at least he'd spend this day as a human being and not as a scared abandoned pet.

“I am, in fact,” he said and gave you a small smile. “Would it be any other group of survivors, I wouldn’t hide it.”

"Oh?!" you poked his shoulder playfully. “Do you particularly hate me or what?”

"No, not at all!" he said quickly. His mood seemed to have changed for the better now. “Not at all, Y/N, really. I... just don't want this to end. I don’t want us to end.”

He definitely needed painkillers. You turned to the cabinet where the medications were kept.

"Explain yourself."

“Everything... Absolutely everything was going so perfectly,” Michael said sadly. “You and I are finally together, alone in the whole world. Everything was as I always dreamed. You have only me, I have only you, no one and nothing can separate us and we will never part. It was heaven. I just didn't want this to end. Not now, not ever. Y/N, I swear, I have never been happier than during the zombie apocalypse.”

“My friend, you're not right in the head,” you rolled your eyes.

He grinned. “Tell me something I don't know. But really, I was utterly happy all this time. Were you?" he looked up at you.

“You can be funny sometimes,” the corner of your mouth twitched.

“Was funny,” he sighed. “I think this is how we should say it now.”

“No, this isn’t,” you said sternly. “Open your mouth now and drink this. That's it, good boy. What if you come back as a friendly zombie?”

Michael laughed in disbelief. “It doesn’t work that way,” he said. “No matter how much I adore you now, I will forget everything very soon. I'll be just as dead as before I met you, only… deader. Although, of course, the thought of eating you has always been tempting...”

“You’re terrible,” you snorted. "No, seriously though. I’m positive that something will remain? You may not be able to learn nuclear physics, but you will remember at least something, and, of course, I will help you with this.”

The meaning of your words did not reach him right away. Then Michael shook his head furiously.

“Y/N, no,” he said pleadingly. “Don't even think about it. It's too dangerous."

"Why not?" you shrugged. If he chose to be a little whiner, all you have left was to save both of you. “We’ll find you a nice collar and gag. Would you prefer it pink or black?”

“This is not a joke,” he protested, and then he realized that you weren’t joking.

…You sat there, hugging each other, thinking about tomorrow with horror, but also with hope.

“Promise me,” Michael whispered. “I don’t care if it’s pink or black, but it should have a “Y/N's Personal Property” tag.’

You kissed his cheek tenderly.

"Promise".

[ooeygooeyghoul]

How to make a child model in Anam/Ktisis!

Disclaimer: I am NOT an expert in the use of these mods! I'm still very new and learning the ins and outs of them! This method worked for me, and maybe there are better ways to do it, but I'm just explaining how I created my baby Shiun. If you know of a better way, or have any tips and tricks, please feel free to comment or reblog with your advice for the sake of other gpose newbies! :D Link to Ktisis's download page | Link to Anam's download page Guide and Tips/Warnings below the cut! Hope this helps <3

Summon your partner in crime. So first off, I equipped my summoner job stone and summoned my trusty companion, Carbie.

2. Add your Carbie to your actors. Open up Anam and add your carbie to your list of actors, by clicking the plus sign at the top of the menu next to your character's name (remember that with Anam, you can only edit appearances OUTSIDE of gpose). Click on the little button labeled "Carbuncle" to add them.

3. Turn your Carbie into a person. With your Cabie selected, go to the "Import NPC" at the bottom right and pull up the list. Find an NPC that is the same race as your desired character and select it. In this example, I just chose the first au ra NPC I saw in the list. (You can also directly choose your desired race in the customize menu and start from scratch, but I just do it the Import way, lol) ⚠️As far as I've experienced, it's a 50/50 chance on whether or not you can alter the age of your character's actor directly. Every time I've tried this, it breaks the model and never works the way it should. For simplicity's sake, I've always just used my friend Carbie.

4. Change the age of your new actor. Now if you look at the top left of the Anam window, there's a series of dropdowns next to "Race."

What you want is the bottom right menu. Click it and you'll see "Old," "Normal," and "Young." Clicking "Young" will turn your carbie into the child version of the race it's currently disguised as!

5. Customize and boot up gpose! Now you can customize them to be the adorable mini version of your beloved WoL/OC!! The bones are compatible with Ktisis and should be as easy to manipulate and pose as adult models. If you use the Carbie method as I have in this explanation, you can simply hide your main model in the default Gpose menu for pictures.

Some things to keep in mind! ----

⚠️Not every race has a child model. The only races that have child models are:

au ra - male & female

hyur - male & female

elezen - male & female

miqo'te - female only

⚠️It is very likely that the models will break or look a little funky when you first spawn them. They have a very limited number of faces, and a limited number of available hairstyles. If you choose an option the game does not have, it will create some... interesting results. Most other customizations beyond skin color, hair color, and eye color will also likely not work (tail type/length, jaw type, etc.).

Left: invalid face selected --- Right: invalid hairstyle selected

Usually, faces 1 & 2 are the only viable options, and hairstyles 1-5 are okay. (Note: the pictures of the hairstyle icons will NOT match the hairstyle on the model.)

⚠️Clothing is also fairly limited! I'm not sure what dictates what child models can and cannot wear, so as far as I know, it's just a game of trial and error. You'll know immediately if an article of clothing isn't compatible lmaoo. Hats... rarely ever work...

✨Don't forget that you can save your model's data! When your model is customized to your liking, click "Export" at the bottom right of the menu to save the data to Anam. That way, you can load the appearance immediately without rebuilding it every time!

It's a mixed bag of what will and won't work on the model. My best advice is to experiment and play around with it! It took me a little bit to figure all of this out, so hopefully this silly little explanation helps out all the other new gposers out there :)

If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to reach out and ask! I'll do my best to help! I may edit this as I go to correct things and/or add onto it!

[ominoose]

𝐀 𝐅𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐱𝐢 - 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: A taxi pulls up beside you to rescue you in the rain, turns out its no ordinary cab. Warnings: Smut (f!recieving oral, vaginal sex), google translated Spanish. WC: 2.5k A/N: Thank you to @minispidey for brainstorming this with me <3

The rain was unrelenting, the pavement reflecting the bright neon lights of New York as you stand at the corner of the block, holding your jacket over your head as if it could save you from the sudden storm. Taxi's were roaring past, almost splashing you as they sped on through busy street's, yet not paying any mind to your out stretched hand, waving wildly in the hopes of shelter and a ride.

With a sigh you drop your arm, trying to shake off the water that was running down onto your dampening top. There was no use, no way were you going to manage to catch a stray taxi on a Saturday night. As you turn in defeat, resigning yourself to walk home, a honk and bright lights catch your attention.

A slick, black taxi cab pulls up next to you, the windows completely tinted, shielding the interior and driver from view. You stare in confusion, looking left and right. Everyone was walking by with haste, hunched under umbrellas and rushing to get out of the rain, no one was stood waiting for a cab.

The hum of a window rolling catches your attention, and when you glance back towards the cab a man is resting an arm on the car door. A black flat cap sat low on his face, casting a shadow over his eyes, leaving only a dark mustache and a casual smirk to define him.

"You getting in or what, querido?" The voice had a husky New York drawl, casual and confident as he gestured between you and the door.

With only a moments hesitation you hurriedly step towards the cab, opening the door and dumping yourself into the seat, your jacket thrown beside you. For a moment you felt bad, wetting the leather seats of the one taxi that would stop for you.

"Thanks for pulling up, I was about to give up. Thought I was going to have to walk it home in the downpour." You huff out, offering a friendly smile to the man as you buckle in.

"No hay problema, wouldn't want a pretty lady like you getting too wet." The taxi rumbles to life, merging with the rest of the cars of and setting off.

It was a spacious cab, the kind that had two rows of seats facing one another with enough space in the middle to stretch your legs out. There was two clean towels folded on a seat to the left, with water bottles and a pack of wipes in the car door. 'What a nice cabi, leaving little amenities for customers', you thought before looking up at the glass separating the back and front of the taxi, trying to peer at the mysterious driver.

Stray dark curls peeked from the back of his flat cap, resting on the collar of a leather jacket and black gloved hands patted the wheel in a rhythm as a soft, classical Spanish song sounds through the radio. The man held an aura of mystery, leaning back against the seat like he'd done it a thousand times before, but you couldn't shake the feeling he held a cat like awareness. There was something about him, exuding a raw masculinity that he wielded nonchalantly.

"So, you dried off yet or are you still wet?" A small flush works up from your neck as he speaks, hoping he hadn't caught you staring.

"No I- I'm still a bit wet. Didn't want to waste your nice towels there, I'm basically soaked through so there'd be no point. Hope you don't mind me getting your seat a bit damp." You laugh a little self-consciously, looking down sheepishly at your wet clothes. You were thoroughly drenched.

"Soaking through you say?" The man repeats mirthfully, tutting a little, "No, the towels would be no use now, not when you are only going to get wetter."

You nod, smiling, chuckling with him automatically before his words sink in.

"Wetter?" You blink in confusion, glancing out the window at the passing lights as the taxi drives on, "Wait, I never told you where I wanted to go."

The man looks at you in the rear view mirror, dark eyes creasing with mischief.

"I'll tell you where I am going to, bebé. I am going to fuck you with my tongue until you've pulled out at least three clumps of my hair. Then I am going to fuck you into those back seats until your ass leaves a permanent imprint." The words were spoken casually, with a wave of his hand as if he was discussing any usual fare.

The taxi turned into a car park, slowly driving up a few floors before pulling into an empty corner. The lights were dim, flickering periodically, and if it weren't for the lights on in the taxi you likely wouldn't have been able to see much.

"W-What?" Your heart was almost thudding out of your chest, and as the man turned to look at you he only smirked in response, looking amused. His lack of an answer sends shivers down your spine, in both excitement and alarm.

As you're left processing the situation he's stepping out the front of the taxi and into the back, slamming the door behind him and sitting directly in front of you, legs spread and arms clasped atop his knees as he stares you down.

"So, cosa bonita, I think it's time we see just how wet you are, sí?" A leather clad finger gently taps your knee and slowly strokes up your thigh, all the while his eyes never leave yours, watching over your reactions with a dark intensity.

You don't stop him, exhilarated as you glance down to see his finger stop just at the top of your thigh making your breath catch in your throat. You gaze back up at him to see his eyes flicker to the top of your jeans before looking back at you, quirking his eyebrow expectantly.

Swallowing nervously, you take the hint, unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans, sliding the wet denim down slowly to your knees and yet by his expression it's not enough. You're forced to stand awkwardly, hunched over so you don't hit the roof and trying to fully lift your leg out your jeans when his gloved hands suddenly impact your ass with a loud smack.

"You weren't joking about being soaked through bebé, those panties will need to go too. Can't have you completely ruining my leather seats." He doesn't pay any mind as you gasp at your reddening rear, he only pats your thigh, encouraging you to strip for him.

Once again you do as he bids, biting your lip as you pull your underwear down past your knees. A deep groan leaves his throat as he brings a finger up to stroke over the skin of your thigh.

Without warning his hands grip at the soft flesh of your waist, pushing you back onto the seat as he kneels with one leg in front of you, nudging your thighs open with the other. Without hesitation's his head delves snugly between your thighs, kissing a line up and down your glistening folds.

"Dios mío, so fucking wet..." The man mumbles as he delves his tongue into your heat as deep as he can, his nose nudging at your clit while his gloved hands massage your thighs.

Your head slams back against the headrest of the seat as you arch into him. Flinging your legs over his shoulders, you knot your hands into his curls, knocking his cap off as you fight to bury his tongue further into you.

As you slowly start to grind against his face he splays his palm over your abdomen, his thumb reaching down to rub circles over your bundle of nerves. The stitching of the leather adds a hardness that has you keening with pleasure, griping his hair tighter. Just as he predicted.

He smirks into your skin, fucking you in deep strokes with his tongue, curling it into your walls as you pant harder and louder before he pulls back. The man licks his lips in satisfaction, a small string of slick coating his mustache and he tilts his head almost innocently as you whine at the emptiness you now felt.

"Aw, there there querido. Don't worry, I'm going to make you feel very, very good, all you have to do is lay down on those seats for me."

There was something about his voice, so calm yet commandeering, that had consistently doing anything he asked. With a breathless nod, you shift yourself and lay flat against the cold, now damp seats of the taxi, knees bent to fit.

"'Atta girl." He chuckles, patting your leg before he unzips his black trousers, pulling them and his boxers down in one practiced motion. His erection bounces up against his white shirt, leaving a tiny wet spot as a bead of precum slowly bubbled from the top. It was thick, a large vein curling up the underside and your lips parted in awe.

The man maneuvered himself between your legs, turning you on your side a bit to comfortably press himself against your as he shrugs off his leather jacket and chucks it onto the other seats. He keeps his gloves on, squeezing your thighs one more as he holds your leg up. His other hands strokes up and down his cock slowly, tapping it against your clit, drinking up your mewls and whines with a smug expression.

"Feel goods, huh? You ain't seen nothing yet." His words are all the warning you get before he slides into you all the way, bottoming out completely. He hisses as presses fully into you, squeezing your thigh enough to leave marks while his other hand pulls your shirt up to your chin, leaving your chest exposed. His hand leaves goosebumps in its wake as it smooths over your bare skin before he leans down and licks a wet strip from your belly button all the way up to your breasts.

"Please..." You whisper, begging as you push back against him, desperate for more friction, "Please, move, god I need more."

"So needy, maybe the neediest lady I've had yet." Before you can fully process the word's he pulls out until his tip is barely inside you, pausing for a moment to grin down at the look of anguish on your face before he thrusts back into you.

The man sets a brutal pace, pounding into you with enough force to rock the taxi. The inside is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin while you gasp and moan loudly, too caught up in the searing pleasure to restrain yourself.

His leather thumb flicks your clit cheekily, a sharp yelp leaving you breathless at the touch before he rubs circles over it. The man was clearly experienced, angling his thrusts experimentally until he hit the spot that had your head craning back against the car door and left you seeing stars. Once he found your sweet spot he made sure to hit it with precision each and every thrust, unrelenting as he matched his pace the thumb swirling over your bud.

"That's right bebé, keep taking my cock, so fucking good for me." He sneers down at you, huffing hard through his nose as he slams his hips into yours. Your hand finds the bar on the car door and you grip it until your knuckles turn white, the pleasure coiling in your stomach almost becomes too much to bare and you're surprised you haven't cum already.

He seems to sense how close you are and groans as your walls preemptively tighten around his cock, but he kept his pace, not even letting his thumb falter as he fucked you into oblivion. The taxi was creaking from how badly it was being rocked, to anyone outside it would've been obvious what was happening within, but the outside world was lost to both of you.

"Oh god, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come." You were babbling, eyes screwing shut as you arched against him, grinding yourself into his hardness.

"Do it, come on my cock, come for me." His sharp grunts were the last thing you heard before that coiling heat in your stomach bursts through the rest of your body, flooding ecstasy into your veins. Your nails rake down his shoulders as your body tenses, the walls of your pussy pulsing around the man's cock as he came.

The sudden feeling of his fingers bruising grip on your thigh was your only indication he'd come undone as well, the snapping of his hips stuttering as his thumb slowed its march around your clit.

You both lay there panting, trying to catch your breath as your limbs went weak, a very faint tingling present just underneath your skin.

After a moment the man pulls from you with a deep breath, his face neutral as he moves to grab a bottle of water from the car door.

"Not bad." He muses, taking a quick swig of popular, "I think you'll be popular, you make good noises. This'll get a fair number of views."

Slowly you sit up, wincing a little now you no longer have pleasure to dampen just how hard he had been plowing into you. The man throws a towel and pack of wipes at you, taking another drink.

"What do you mean? Views? Did you record this?" You ask each question in rapid succession, confused and concerned at the prospect of being filmed without consent. Letting a random taxi driver take you into a secluded parking garage for sex was a bad enough decision, having it plastered over the internet was a whole other game.

The look of confusion he turns to you with doesn't help.

"Uh, sí? How else would it be posted?" He looks you up and down for a moment, eyes narrowing as he tries to discern why you seem so bewildered.

"Posted? Posted where?!" At your words a flicker of understanding flashes over his face and the man turns fully to you, brow furrowed.

"To the porn site. This is the Fake Taxi. I pick up the actress from the designated spot, drive her, fuck her good, then it goes for editing and whatever before it is put online. You were standing at the designated spot." He speaks bluntly, watching you with narrowed eyes as you take in what he's saying, watching the realization dawn on you.

"Oh." You thought you'd gotten lucky when the sleek cab pulled up next to you, assumed he had saw you waving just before giving up. Neither was true, you'd been mistaken for a porn star.

"You are not the actress." The man states, not even a question at this point. It was obvious he'd picked up and fucked the wrong girl, and you find yourself curling up under the towel in embarrassment.

"No. I'm not."

He stares at you, face completely stony. Even as he takes another drink of water his dark eyes never leave yours. His expression shows nothing, giving no indication of whats going through his mind and the silence, the tension, has your heart beating a little faster as you wonder whether you were in trouble.

A gloved hand is held out in front of you as the mans signature knowing smirk curls its way back onto his face.

"I'm Jake Lockley. We make a good team."

[misspelledwordswizard]

Chapter 3 - Goodbye my beloved home, I will miss you

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I stood there, watching the scene of destruction in front of me as the group of men fought fiercely against the monsters. My house, my bed, heavens, I was in it a minute ago, I could have been crushed to death there!

Sounds of metal and wood colliding echoed through the room, I watched the fight in front of me trying to process it all, but before I had time to do so, I saw a stray arrow coming towards me. I threw myself to the ground, barely managing to dodge it, but before I could feel relieved I noticed that it was a fire arrow. It had hit the wall behind me. The wooden wall.

I let out a sharp scream of despair as I tried to put out the fire. I ran to my water barrel and threw a considerable amount on the flames. The floor was half flooded now, but at least my wall was no longer burning. At least this wall.

The burning smell and the light coming from behind me caught my attention. The rest of the previously destroyed wall was on fire. The flames spread to the rest of the house, releasing smoke that made it difficult to breathe. I started coughing as I watched my clothes, blankets, books, food, my entire house char.

I had to get out of there, or I would be the next to be charred, but the pain of seeing everything I had built over the years go down like this stopped me. It was only when I heard a bokoblin scream next to me that I started running away from the flames, with a terrible coughing fit. I tried to open the door, but I was too nervous, my hands wouldn’t stay steady, so I went to the opposite side, running towards the flames, which was also the direction of the hole that was once my wall.

I left the house just before the roof began to collapse, which in turn ended up hitting the bokoblin that had screamed in my ear when it entered the house to try to get me. I watched in fear, moving away from the flames without paying attention to what was in front of me, which made me run into a body, which I fell on top of. My head was throbbing, my lungs were burning and I was scared. When I opened my eyes, I came across the bluest eyes I had ever seen, adorned with blond eyelashes and a perfect face, with his hair falling angelically over his face. Oh no, did I die again?

Before I could say anything, the man’s expression became one of surprise, in a quick gesture he grabbed me and rolled to the side, only for na arrow to hit the place we were before. This act of panic brought me back to reality, the sad and desperate reality.

— Are you okay? Are you hurt? – The man who was once below me was now helping me get up carefully while showing great concern.

I looked at him, scared, but I agreed, I was fine, so far at least. He seemed relieved, then his attention turned to the fight. There were only a few bokoblins left now, but he still helped his group finish the job, while I stood there, watching everything, trying to process what was happening.

In a short time, all the monsters had been swept away from the place, and now the group of men were celebrating and recovering from the tiring battle.

— What the hell just happened here? – I expressed my frustration in that sentence, now that I was calmer, the fear and surprise were taken over by the purest anger and irritation. My house was destroyed, I almost died several times and those responsible for all this chaos were there, calmly, celebrating the end of the battle.

Everyone’s attention turned to me, they looked at me in surprise, as if they had only just noticed my presence. The long-haired man took a step forward, and it was only then that I recognized him, that was the hero of Hyrule, the same one who saved the kingdom a year ago, now he had been one of those responsible for burning down my house.

— We apologies, miss, there were some complications during our battle, but I see that you are fine, so in the end there was no real damage! – As soon as he finished speaking the sound of the rest of my cabin collapsing to the ground was heard, all nine men turned their attention back to see the damage to the house, which was now no longer on fire, just charred. – Oh, I’m sorry.

Before anyone else could say anything, my anger overflowed. All the frustration, fear, sadness and hatred came out of me, I couldn’t hold it back, I let it all out in na explosion of anger.

— “Sorry”? SORRY? MY HOUSE IS CHARRED AND DESTROYED, EVERYTHING I HAD IS GONE, ALL MY BOOKS, BELONGINGS, CLOTHES AND MY RUPEES, EVERYTHING IS GONE! – I shouted at them, my heart was racing and the urge to cry grew in me, filling my eyes with tears. – Do you know how long it took for me to have everything I had? Do you know what that meant to me? And now it’s all over, because of your recklessness in bringing a group of monsters here! You didn’t even notice that you were destroying everything! – My voice failed, yes, they weren’t that guilty, they were trying to finish off the group of bokoblins that could have hurt many, but I was frustrated and wanted someone to blame.

— I’m sorry about this, you’re right, this was our fault, and we’ll make it up to you, we’ll make sure to pay for everything and make sure you have a new home as soon as possible. I know this won’t bring your things back, but it’s all we can do. – The oldest of them decided to speak. He seemed to feel really guilty about it, as did the others, who were staring at the floor in shame.

I sighed, tired, exhausted, but finally calming down. I had overdone it. Only then did I allow myself to observe them better. They were na interesting group, besides the hero of Hyrule, there were eight men, strangely similar, all wearing tunics, with swords and shields now on their backs. It was then that I noticed that there was a child among them. I felt bad. I yelled at everyone when they were only trying to help.

— Okay... but until then, where do you plan on me staying? I can’t pay for even one night in the stable, I lost all my money, and there is nowhere I can stay. – Now calmer, as much as possible, I tried to worry about the current problem, one step at a time.

— Isn’t there any relative you can stay with until we find a place for you? – The man I fell on before was the one who spoke this time, he was tall and wore a big blue scarf, which looked more like a cape.

— No, my parents live far away in Hateno, it’s a days’ journey to get there, there’s no way I can go, especially without any resources. – and I massaged my temple, a headache imminent.

— What if she stayed with us? At least until we find a place for her to stay. – A short man, very short, was the one who spoke this time, he seemed calm and focused. – That is, of course, if you feel comfortable. That way we can also show that we are really taking this seriously and will pay our debt.

Gosh, I hadn’t even thought about the possibility of them trying to pull the wool over my eyes. Well, traveling with nine men, or rather, eight men and a child wasn’t exactly my idea of fun, but it would only be for a few days, right? And soon I would be free again. Not to mention that Link was with them. They must be trustworthy.

Okay, maybe I was being stupid, as stupid as in my past life just before I died, but it was either that or go to the stables alone, humiliate myself in front of my annoying boss so he would let me spend the night in exchange for free extra work. I’d rather take my chances with the shady heroes.

— Well, that sounds reasonable. But first of all, I need to stop by the stables to explain everything and let them know that I won’t be able to go to work tomorrow. – I might or might not be making up excuses to miss work, but my situation is still pretty bad, and I’m not in the mood to spend the whole day taking care of horses tomorrow.

— In that case, I’ll go with you, it’s dangerous to go out alone like that in the middle of the night! – Another one of them said, this one had a soft voice, droopy eyes, thick lips, medium-length hair, and was wearing a white cape. He had a comfortable energy, just listening to him made me feel calmer, if I had to be accompanied by one of them, he would definitely be my first choice.

With that settled, I left with the man who identified himself as Sky, while the others stayed behind trying to recover something of mine amidst the rubble and setting up camp nearby. The blond’s company was comforting even in silence, or maybe I was so tired that I couldn’t read the environment.

— So, do you live alone? — He tried to make conversation, but I don’t know if I was ready for any long dialogue.

— Yes, alone and away from everyone.

— Isn’t it very lonely?

— ... A little bit

Silence again, but soon we reached the stables. I asked Sky to wait for me outside while I talked to my boss and explained the situation. There were long minutes of explanations, requests to extend my break and discussions, until I finally returned to where the blond was waiting for me.

— So, how was it?

— I won’t have to come to work tomorrow.

— That’s great!

— Because I was fired.

— Oh. – he looked guilty and embarrassed. – I’m sorry.

— Nah, it’s okay, I didn’t like working here anyway, I’ve been thinking about quitting for a while. – I found myself lying, trying to ease his guilt. I couldn’t keep looking at that abandoned puppy face.

When we got back to where my cabin had once been, a campfire had been set up and several sleeping bags were set up around it. Some of them had already fallen asleep, while others were talking quietly. Counting, I saw that there were only nine sleeping bags, great, I would probably sleep on the grass.

As I went to sit on the grass, the oldest, who identified himself as Time, called me over.

— You can use my sleeping bag, I’ll be taking over the watch tonight, I won’t need it, but tomorrow I’ll make sure to get one for you. Even if you’re only going to spend a few days with us, I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable.

I thanked him, not having the nerve to accept his sleeping bag. I was tired, my house was destroyed and I still had some remorse for those boys, I don’t feel the least bit guilty about it.

I went to the empty sleeping bag and lay down, as soon as my body relaxed I fell asleep, a sleep so deep that not even a gunshot right next to me would wake me up. I had strange dreams about fires and blond angels.

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I woke up with the sun’s rays on my face, like a slap in the face to wake me up. My first thought was “why the hell are the curtains open?” and as I opened my eyes and looked around, my penny dropped and I remembered everything that happened. Hell, the pain in my back from sleeping on the floor was punishment enough.

I saw that some of them were already up and making some preparations before breaking camp. I took this peaceful time to think. Who were these people? Besides the hero, I had no idea who they could be, I’d never seen them in the game, and why do they have such strange names?

I mean, I still don’t know everyone’s name, but Time? What kind of mother gives her son that name? Not to mention that Sky isn’t so normal either, and I’m pretty sure I heard someone being called Four yesterday... it seems like random words...

I looked around, Time had gone back to camp, he wasn’t there when I woke up, it was then that I let myself notice his face. He’s very handsome, really, but those marks on his face are unusual, they remind me of something, what was it again? Oh, they even look like Sesshoumaru’s marks... no, that’s not it.

I stared at him for a few more minutes, trying to remember why that was so familiar to me, although all of these boys looked familiar to me, after all, they all looked like Link. Wait a minute, did they look like Link?

The marks, that’s right, are the same as those on Fierce Deity, from Majora’s Mask! The game that is a sequel to Ocarina of Time... and the marks on Time’s face... which looks like Link...

— Holy shit! – I got excited, realizing the obvious that took me so long to understand, drawing the attention of those who were awake and even waking up the child. – Sorry... – I said shyly due to so much attention. I finally understood, those strange names were nicknames, not only Team but all the others are Links! I can’t believe it took me so long to notice, it was so obvious!

Okay, Time is Link from OoT, Sky from SS, I didn’t know everyone’s nickname, but I could recognize the one from Twilight Princess, Breath of the Wild, obviously, Hyrule Warriors and- Oh, the kid was from Wind Waker! Okay, as for the others...

Before I could continue my game of connecting each Link to their respective Zelda, I heard my name being called, then I saw the Link from my time next to me.

— Hey, good morning! How are you feeling? Hungry? I’m the official cook of the group, I can make something for you to eat. – He looked worried, as if he expected me to yell at him again at any moment. – Look, I was thinking, I know it must be a lot to deal with, I hope I can help you, if you need anything just call... I mean, I think I’m the one most to blame for your situation right now, so...

— It’s okay, no problem. Sorry for freaking out yesterday, I was very emotional... – he denied, trying to say that it was okay, that that reaction was justifiable. – Actually, there’s something I’d like. – He became attentive to my request. – Can you tell me everyone’s name?

— Sure! Don’t worry about getting everyone at once, it’s normal to get confused. – He seemed more excited and calm, as he associated a name with its predecessors with a brief description of each. – So, the old man over there is Time, the leader of the group. Sky is the sleepy one - the only one who’s still sleeping - The troublemaking brat is Wind, and the short one is Four. – He said as he counted the boys on his fingers. – Twilight is the one who smells like wet dog, Warriors is the one with the blue scarf and a smug face. Legend is the grumpy one who doesn’t wear pants and Hyrule is the calm one who wears green... I couldn’t think of a better joke for him. – he finished with a thoughtful face.

I couldn’t help but laugh lightly at the way he described his group. They seemed close, I never thought a Link would be so talkative and lively, after all, they always seem so quiet and calm in games. Our conversation didn’t last long, because as soon as the aforementioned sleepyhead woke up, everyone started to dismantle the camp to continue their journey. Warriors approached me to talk.

— So, we’ll be moving, so we can move on and find a place for you. Don’t worry, we won’t move too far away, so you can continue working here. — He still didn’t know about my dismissal. It seemed reasonable, but to tell the truth, I’m more likely to move far away than to stay here.

— There’s no need, I’m not in this job anymore, so the most important thing for me is that it’s suitable and not its location. – I explained as I rolled up the sleeping bag that was slow to me, after all, I had nothing else to take, even the clothes on my back were my old worn-out sleeping clothes.

Somewhat surprised by this, he agreed and walked away towards the older man, probably to inform him. After everyone packed their respective things, they got together to head off to who knows where, I've never been good with directions

As we walked, I could observe their coexistence and I lost myself in thought. How did I end up in this situation? I didn’t just meet one hero of Hyrule, but nine! Those heroes who accompanied me during my past life, who were part of my childhood, were there, they were real people, different from each other, with their own ideas and convictions, and they were so captivating. Not because they were heroes, but man, I know what they went through, the fact that they acted so calmly and continued to help others even after everything, I have the purest admiration for each of them.

And Wind, he’s just a boy, just like most of them were in the beginning. My heart aches just thinking about how much they’ve suffered, I wonder how they wake up every day and still have the strength to carry on. Maybe I’m just too weak mentally. Compared to them, what did I do? I died a rough death and then tried to live my second life as a coward, incredible!

— Hey, are you okay? – Hyrule’s voice reached me, until then I hadn’t talked to him, but the concern in his voice was evident.

— What? Oh, yes, I’m fine, just thinking.

— You really seemed to be in another world, I called you several times and you didn’t hear me... are you worried about all this? – he really is very sweet and kind, precious.

— It’s okay, in the end, this is the most interesting thing that has happened to me in recent times, even if it is tragic. – I know a smile trying to ease the tension of the subject a little.

— Hm, well, feel free to talk to me, if you want! – He gave a comforting and bright smile, so bright that it almost blinded me. Precious!

We walked for a long, long time, it was torturous, I thanked myself internally for having developed some resistance when I was younger. We had been walking for hours through the forest, without pauses, without a sign of rest, what kind of training did these boys have to endure this?

Everyone seemed completely fine, as if they had just started walking, well, everyone except Sky and Wind, the pair were right behind me, the three of us being the last in the group, sharing the same pain of not being used to such torture. Poor Sky, he was already panting.

— Are you okay? – I asked him worriedly, he was starting to get red and his mouth was white, and I thought I had low stamina.

— Oh, yeah, don’t worry, I walked a lot more than that on my personal adventure—I mean, on a trip! – Oh, right, they don’t know that I already know about them being Links from other eras.

Well, I could suggest taking a break, but if I said it was for him, it might offend him, so I’ll have to play the victim, for the sake of the child and the gentle sleeper.

— Hey, can’t we take a break for a drink of water? My throat is dry and I don’t think I can feel my legs anymore... you know, I’m not used to walking nonstop like you guys...

Time looked at me for a moment and then looked at the others who also looked tired.

— Let’s take a break, you guys, for fifteen minutes. – he said, then he entered the forest, leaving us here. He must have gone to take a piss. I haven’t seen this man answer the call of nature even once today.

The first one to throw himself on the ground to peel himself was Sky himself, followed by me and Wind. Thankfully, na angel named Hyrule, or rather, named Link, came to our aid with fresh water from the nearby river. I was very thirsty, but I didn’t have the strength to get up and get water.

— Thank you so much Rulie, you’re so sweet! – I thanked him and saw the boy turn pink, I don’t know if it was because of the nickname or the compliment, but it was cute.

After a short, well-deserved rest, we started walking again, with my legs complaining about having to go back to torture. This time I couldn’t distract my mind with my ideas, so I just watched them as they talked and played with each other. They looked like brothers, as if they had been raised together, a family. I miss mine.

Suddenly I started to feel bad, lonely, I was out of place, I shouldn’t be here, I’ve been with them for less than a day and I already feel strangely attached. No. They’ve been with me for less than a day. I’ve been with them for years. To them I’m just a stranger that they feel obliged to help. To me they are my childhood friends, who kept me company and comforted me over the years.

The sad part is that they will never know this, and after I have a new home they will leave and we won’t see each other again.

 And that is my punishment, being in my fantasy world that I so longed for and not being able to be with those I wanted so much.

[kryptid-writes]

Chapter 6 - A Lesson in Enochian

After a troubling discovery, Y/N receives a lesson in Enochian from Castiel.

(2k)

The morning glow shines brightly on my small wings, no bigger than 12 inches, the light reflecting off each glossy white feather. I twirl around, my bare feet dancing on the moss that squishes between my toes. The white flowy dress I wear, flares out around my hips, flowing with the wind as I carelessly spin in endless circles. 

Drops of water fall from the sky, landing on my face, dress, and wings. The rain starts off slow and light, but quickly picks up speed until it’s practically pouring. The water drenches me like a cleansing bath.

“Look at you my love. You’re simply divine.” Lucifer appears from behind an aged oak tree, slinking to my side. He snakes his arms around my waist and pulls me close. His wings wrap around the both of us like an ethereal cocoon, keeping us dry and safe from the rain.

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My eyes drift open to the view of a dark bedroom that I had dozed off in just hours before. I look up at the gray popcorn ceiling, a style that should’ve been left in the 50’s if it were up to me. The heavy breathing to my left reminds me that I had not fallen asleep on my own, my limbs still draped over his muscular body.

 He’s still dressed in jeans and a buttoned up shirt from the day before.

 I look up at the hunter by my side, his eyes closed and mouth slightly ajar. 

The stubble on his jaw frames his face perfectly. His cheeks peppered with freckles like the starry constellations in a beautiful night sky.

 I must admit that he is even more beautiful up close.

 His face is usually serious, eyebrows furrowed in thought, but he looks rather peaceful like this. 

I take a look at his wrist watch, it reads 3:00am on the dot. Carefully, I remove my arms and leg from his side and slowly roll out of bed, my feet landing on the cold wooden floor. I mindlessly fidget with the buttons on the oversized red plaid flannel wrapped around my body that still smells of Dean. The fabric falls just below my hips, riding up my exposed thigh. Goosebumps tickle my skin from the cool night air.

The dull ache in my upper back draws me to investigate myself in the bathroom mirror. I turn to my side and unbutton the top of my flannel, letting it slip down my shoulders, revealing my bare skin. Between my shoulder blades, where the dull ache resides, two protrusions poke through the bruised and slightly bloody skin of my back. They were jaggedly breaking through the ripped skin, about a half inch of it exposed on either side. It resembles rigid bone, thick and white, yet surprisingly hollow. I reached my hand behind my back, running my fingers over the bones, sending a shiver of pain and pleasure down my spine, evidently extremely sensitive. They move slightly in reaction to my touch, acting as if it has a mind of its own. 

What the actual fuck is happening to me?

Pictures of my dream flit across my mind, but I take a deep breath and push the unnerving thought from my head. 

Glancing over the messy pile of spilled clothes on the floor, I grab a pair of boxers and thick gray sweatpants that are far too big for me, and quickly change into them. I tie the drawstring extra tight into a neat little bow and roll the cuffs up my leg until I can actually see my feet, and walk without tripping. It’s an unflattering look on me but it will have to do for now.

I take one last look at Dean's sleeping form. I wonder what a man like him dreams of and what I wouldn’t give to see him in my dreams for a change. I exit the room and slowly close the door behind me, careful not to make a noise. 

At this time, everyone in the bunker is likely in a deep sleep. Everything is very quiet, the only sound is the light pitter patter of the pads of my feet on the floor and the soft buzz of the hallway lights.

I retrace my steps from the day before, dragging my fingers along the rough brick wall and find myself in the kitchen. I rummage through a few of the cabinets, standing on my tiptoes to reach them, before finding what I was searching for: Jack Daniels Whiskey. I pour myself a generous glass and walk further into the bunker until I reach the big library I awoke in days ago.

The room is impractically dark and eerily silent, setting me on edge. I quietly pull out a chair, the faint sound of wood scratching against wood echoed off the walls, and take my seat with a sigh of relief. I sit in silence, soaking up the absolute darkness and take a sip of my Whiskey. The liquid leaves a delightful burn down my throat, a warm tingle following close behind. 

I reach for the reading lamp I remember seeing in the middle of the table and flip the switch on with a click. My vision is temporarily blinded as the bright light clashes with my dilated pupils. Once my eyes are adjusted, I jump at the sight of Castiel sitting perfectly still in the seat across from me.

“Jesus Christ, Castiel! You scared the shit out of me!” I yelp, running my hand over my face, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“What are you doing up? It is my understanding that humans need sleep at this hour.” He stares at me confused, his head slightly cocked to the side in a dog-like fashion. “Although you’re not technically human anymore, are you?”

“I uh, I don't know. I’m not feeling particularly tired.” I take another swig of my whiskey and close my eyes, concentrating on the pleasant sensation instead of the awkward line of questioning.

“Interesting.” He stares at me, seemingly lost in thought.

I roll my eyes, not particularly enjoying the feeling of being treated like some experiment for him to watch unfold. “Hey, uh, do you think Sam and Dean have any books on angels?” I ask, looking around, eager to learn as much as I can while I have access to their unique library.

“Certainly.” His eyes land on the pile of books and loose papers messily strewn across the table. It seems that Sam has already been doing his fair share of research on the subject.

I give him an appreciative nod and pick up the nearest book. The large book is leatherbound and cracked down the spine, appearing to be written long before I was born. The title is engraved in bulky silver text in a language I don't recognise. Just below the title is a sticky note taped to the cover that reads, Angels Through History.

Seems like a good place to start.

I open the book, painfully aware of Castiel's unrelenting stare. The pages are stained a blotchy yellow color from age and smells of the delightful scent that old books give off. The text however is written in the same language as the cover. I squint my eyes at the weird symbols for letters that seem akin to gibberish. There are little notes scribbled sporadically in English along the cliff notes reading, “God's first creation”, “Celestial beings of light”, “Fierce warriors”, “Archangels”. The rest of the page I find frustratingly and completely unreadable.

“It’s written in Enochian,” he states, grabbing my attention. “The language of the angels.”

“Oh,” I reply, both intrigued and disappointed. My eyes wander back to the page, scanning the text over and over like it would help me to understand. 

In the blink of an eye, Castiel is sitting in the chair next to me, scooching uncomfortably close, our knees touching under the table. I flinch at the sudden intrusion before shifting to the side, allowing him better access to the book. It’s apparent this angel has no regard for personal space, not that Lucifer did either.

“Allow me.” He slides the book to sit perfectly in the middle of us. “Ahem,” He clears his throat before starting from the top of the page. “Angels, warriors and messengers of God, the first of his creations.”

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Cas and I sat there for hours as he read nearly the whole book to me in his soothing, gravelly voice. He described how the angels were created, what their purpose is, the ranks of angels in heaven. The part that really interested me though, is the tale of God, Lucifer, and Michael. While the book painted Lucifer as a villain, part of me could empathize with what he had done. Part of me felt pity for the fallen angel. Part of me could relate to his fall from grace.

I hadn’t even noticed the time that had passed until the bunker lights were flicked on by a very tired and still half asleep Dean. He yawns and rubs his eyes before opening them and turning his attention to Cas and me. 

We sat at the table, our chairs moved as close as possible, leaning over the book. His arm resting on the back of my chair, his shoulder touching mine. 

He squints at us for a few seconds.

What was that look on his face? Perhaps a hint of jealousy?

“Good morning love birds,” he says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

I clear my throat and scoot my chair to the side, putting a couple inches of distance between us. “Castiel was just teaching me about the history of angels,” I explain. 

Castiel doesn’t respond, unintentionally painting us as guilty.

Awkward silence hangs in the air as Dean's eyes suspiciously shift between the two of us.

“Right, well who wants coffee?” I ask, clumsily standing from my chair.

Dean half heartedly raises his hand in agreement. 

I give him an affectionate smile and a polite nod before turning to the angel, tilting my head in question.

“That’s very kind of you, but no. It all tastes like molecules to me.”

I furrow my brows, his response taking me aback. I suppose that makes sense for an angel, but not something I had suspected. If I truly am turning into some sort of angel hybrid, I pray that I don’t lose my taste, I can’t imagine living without the flavor of my bitter whiskey.

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Arriving at the kitchen, it seems that Sam had the same idea. The rumble of the coffee brewer and the smell of fresh grounds fill the room. Sam is already showered, dressed, and wide awake, clearly much more of a morning person then his older brother.

“Morning Sammy!” Dean says, patting his shoulder, then taking a seat at the table.

 Sam nods in acknowledgement. 

I follow suit, taking the seat next to him, our knees touching ever so slightly under the table. My face flushes a light shade of pink, recalling the memories of our bodies tangled together last night and how much I enjoyed being close to him.

Sam pours the three of us coffee in matching black mugs that reads, Men of Letters, and sits across from us. 

Castiel stands by the table, hovering close by, as he often does.

 The brothers and their angel start discussing anomalies Sam had seen in the paper that morning. A woman reported the appearance and sudden disappearance of a man in her house, a group of teens that have gone missing into the woods, and the remains of a teacher found dead with mysterious lacerations in his chest. They debate what or who may have been responsible and whether there may be a case there for them. 

After a while all their voices blend together, becoming a blurred background noise. I subtly reach behind my back and run my fingers over the protrusions between my shoulder blades that poke at my baggy flannel. Surprisingly, they seem to have grown almost a full inch in just under 6 hours. The bones shift and flutter under my fingers, extremely sensitive to my touch. My mind can’t help but replay Lucifer's words rolling off his forked tongue, “simply divine.”

Lucifer. I wonder what he’s doing at this moment. Does he miss me? More importantly, do I miss him?

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Hello there Broken Truth! It’s me again! I really loved the Thor and Sif adopting [Name] (I’m calling him Björn) story! In your mind, what do you think it would be family bonding for Björn/[Name] and his new family and how would be he adapting to his new family?

Do you think he would still be insecure for not stopping Atreus and Kratos from killing Magni and Modi? How do you think Thrúd, Sif and Thor would comfort him?

Broken Truth (Waving): Hi again! Good to see you sending m another ask again. Let's see what we have...(Reads the ask) I love it! I like the name for [Name], which was the name of Atreus' bear form before Kratos found out that the bear was Atreus transformed. I'm calling [Name] Björn from now on, I hope that's okay with everyone. Now, let the words weave together.

[Asgard - Home of Thor and Sif - Björn's New Room]

The morning sun seeped into the window, hitting Björn in his face, causing him to grunt in annoyance and open his eyes after 3 quick blinks to get his pupils adjusted to the amount of light in the room. Björn rose into a sitting position on his bed and looked around the room - Magni's Old Room was now his own after Thor took him from his Father and Brother.

'Magni... Modi...' Björn thought as he looked at his hands that were placed on the blanket as the images of Kratos embedding his axe into Magni's Face - he shivered once - and Atreus stabbing Modi in the neck with the knife that Kratos made for him - he shivered again; he never wanted anything to happen to Magni or Modi, now he was sleeping in a bed that once belonged to the son of Thor. 'Do I even deserve to be here after everything my father and brother have done? Do they really see me as a son and brother?' Björn wondered before the sound of gentle tapping on his door caused him to pull away from his thoughts and look at the door as it opened - revealing a smiling Sif with an outfit in her hands. She walked into the room and stood beside the bed, looking down at Björn with a smile before she opened her mouth to speak.

"Good morning, Björn. Did you sleep well?" Sif asked him.

"Hm... Yes, Ma'am. Thank you for letting e use Magni's Room, Lady Sif." Björn bowed his head to her but a gentle touch upon his cheek made him look back up at Sif, who slowly shook her head.

"There is no need to be so formal with me, my son; you may call me 'Mother' if you wish or simply Sif will do if you are not ready to acknowledge me as your mother just yet. I shall not rush you." Sif said as she looked at the outfit in her possession, "I brought you a change of clothes - an outfit worthy of a son of mine and Thor's. Once you are changed, meet us in the dining room for breakfast, your father wanted to tell you something." Sif placed the outfit on the bed and placed a gentle kiss on Björn's forehead before leaving the room and closing the door behind her. He looked at the outfit - it was royal blue like Sif's dress.

[After Björn Got Dressed - Dining Room]

Björn opened the door and stepped out of the room before closing it behind him; he looked down at his new outfit with a small smile before he followed the sound of laughter and talking until he reached the Dining Room and everyone looked at him with smiles.

"Look who finally decided to join us. Morning, Little Brother." Thrud said from her seat, raising her cup over her head before she brought it back down to take a slip.

"Good morning, my son." Thor called from his position.

"Good morning, Lord Thor," Björn said as he bowed his head again but Thor just chuckled at his words.

"No formalities among family, Björn, you may call me father if you wish, or just call me Thor until you are comfortable with calling me father." Thor said as he gestured towards the empty seat across from Thrud, "Come sit, we have much to talk about." Thor said with a smile as he took a sip of his drink as Björn took a seat. "Now, I wanted to talk to you about your lack of a weapon when I found you in the forest; did you leave it back at your cabin when you ran out?"

"No, sir." Björn began, "Kratos didn't make me one and he passed my mother's bow to Atreus when she died. He saw me as something to protect and defend instead of training me to defend myself like the warrior I wanted to be."

"Your blood dad sucks, Björn" Thrud said.

"You're not telling me something I don't already know, Thrud." He said with a roll of his eyes and an exhale. "I want to be a warrior but they never let me live that dream."

"Well, we're going to fix that. Today, you and Thrud are going to train under my guidance. We'll start you off with a sword to see how you would take to it and if that doesn't work, we'll find you one that feels right." Thor said with a nod, "Eat your breakfast and we'll leave in a bit."

[Hour Later - After Hours of Training Under Thor & Thrud]

Björn panted as he glared at Thrud, who was across from him with her sword in her hand and panting as well. Björn charged at Thrud again and the 2 of them clashed swords and fought once again before Thor called out to them and said that was enough for the day. Björn & Thrud sheathed their weapons and walked over to Thor, who smiled at them with nods.

"That was a decent sparring match, you two. Now, let's get back home before your mother gets mad at me for keeping you." Thor said as he turned and began walking to the house with the two children following behind him.

Once they entered the house, Björn looked over at a display over the dining room table on the wall - Magni's Sword & Modi's Mace - the weapons of his fallen brothers. The images returned and he clenched his head and wept once again but a gentle hand was placed on his back, he looked up to see Thor with a shine in his eyes and his head shaking lightly.

"It's not your fault." Thor said.

"But, I wasn't able to save them. How can you see me as a son when I couldn't even save my brothers? How can you not hate me for what Kratos and Atreus did?" Björn asked as tears rushed down his face. Sif walked over to them and wiped the tears from Björn's face before she took him into her arms in a hug and rubbed the back of his head, telling him that it wasn't his fault and she loved him as a son. He cried as his new family hugged him and told him that it wasn't his fault and they loved him and for the first time - Björn believed it.

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today in Things Related To This Blog:

1. I made curry over the weekend using tomatoes I canned at the end of the summer and have been eating it with chutney that I made and canned myself as well. It feels really really good. I’m kind of proud of what I’ve learned about food preservation this year and am stoked to keep learning, also the chutney is dank.

2. Today at a gas station I found a paper bag packed full of neatly folded clothes, sitting next to a pump. There wasn’t a note, and no one else was around, and I took it (after some mental debate). The contents? Very funny. On top: a Kate Spade laundry bag-type thing, folded intentionally so the logo from this designer brand faced up. Underneath: about 20 articles of clothing from CAbi, which upon googling I learned is a multi-level marketing company. Misleading advertising, my friends. So many questions. So many possible scenarios. Good opening scene to a novel? I took it all to a consignment store and they took most! Hopefully some of it sells, I totally forgot how consignment stores work until I got there...

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Living Life in Color

As I’m sitting here writing this post, the sun is streaming through my window and it feels so good! It has been the weirdest, most grey January I remember in years and I’m so glad this month is coming to an end! I know that may sound negative, but I’m really needing some warmth and time outside! Last night, we had a fire in our outdoor fireplace for the first time since Christmas and it felt so good to just be out under the night sky and feel the warmth of the flames. It’s either been to rainy or cold (or on a few occasions…warm) to have a fire and it’s really one of my favorite things to do! After a fun but busy weekend celebrating Bristol’s (our grandson) third birthday, I was ready for a little downtime! I made a delicious shredded Honey-Soy Glazed Chicken in the slow cooker along with coconut rice and we ate outside watching the fire crackle and spark and it was just what I needed!

Ahhh but it’s Monday again and I’m right back at it…going a hundred miles an hour, but at least the sun is shining!

Last week, in an effort to bring a little color to these short grey days and boost my mood, I decided to step out of my (winter) box just a little and I put together this colorful look! It’s funny because it reminded me so much of something my mom would have worn with the exception of the lug sole loafers! She really loved pink and light blue and wore those colors all of the time!

About the look…

So…in addition to what I’m already doing everyday, I’ve have become a Cabi Stylist! I decided to do this because I was buying Cabi every season and each time I wore any of the pieces on social media, people wanted to purchase and it just seemed like an easy transition for me! The clothes this season are so much fun and there are so many pieces that I love! Now, I’m able to wear them and sell them and that’s a win/win for me!

Cabi is such a great company that’s all about women supporting women. They even have a foundation that provides micro loans for women in third world countries and have begun building schools as well! I love knowing that I’m part of a company that wants to give back!

The pink sweater I’m wearing in these pictures totally inspired the outfit (along with my mom) and it’s such a versatile piece! Made of cotton with a v-neck, this sweater will take me into spring and even summer! It’s going to look great with white jeans and so many other things and when the weather gets too warm, I’ll throw it over my shoulders for an accent with a blouse (this sweater is another one of my favorites)! I’m actually wearing a medium in these pictures because it’s the size that came with my sample set, but I really don’t mind that it’s a little oversized. Normally, I would wear an extra small, but if I were to order this, I would probably get a small (just to let you know about sizing)!

Be sure to take a minute to look at the Cabi website to see the full collection and send me an email or comment below if you have any questions about sizing or anything else! I’ve gotten to know the collection pretty well by now!

I paired my pink sweater with wide leg jeans (these are similar), my Gucci lug sole loafers (these are really comfy now but it took a while to break them in), a blue and white striped blouse from Loft and my Tory Burch bag that I purchased in NYC over Christmas! I really love this outfit and got so many compliments all day long!

When I’m out and about taking pictures, it’s fun to have a prop…something to hold because it’s seems more natural than just standing there! I stopped by a local coffee shop close to where we took these photos and got a Mexican Mocha…it was so delicious and has now become my new favorite coffee to order. I also tried my first hot Matcha the other day with honey and lavender syrup…omg it was so tasty! Since it’s been really cold, I’ve been drinking more coffee and have several little coffee shops that I like to stop by depending on which direction I’m going!

I’d love to know how the weather has been where you live? I see people posting in sleeveless dresses from warmer clients and wonder if I need to move to Florida! I do like the seasons, but for some reason this year, I’m just over winter! My thoughts have turned to planting my spring flowers and herbs, Easter and going to the beach! What about you?

I have several new recipes coming your way this week as well as some ideas for Valentine’s Day! I hope you’ve enjoyed this post and I hope you have a great week! Happy Monday!